His Seed (Chapters One - Twelve)

[arpeejay]

Looking forward to hearing more about Jimmy's growth!

[londonboy]

Chapter Ten

Having a humongous cock made Jimmy feel manly.  Having a thick beard and mustache made Jimmy feel even manlier.  The super strength – now that he was used to it – made Jimmy feel powerful and indestructible.  As great as all of those things were, however, Jimmy looked forward to the growth the most.  He knew it would come . . . he just felt it . . . but it was hard to be patient.  Growing up small AND gay had been like a double whammy to Jimmy.  He’d been called ‘little Jimmy,’ ‘squirt,’ ‘baby Jimmy,’ and every other small referencing word all of his life.  Yes, he could now twist pliers into a blob of metal, but Jimmy desperately wanted to LOOK like he could do it.  Jimmy never in a million years thought he’d grow beyond the small frame he already had.  All of his life he’d accepted that he would remain small.  He even came to appreciate himself just as he was – able to get into small, tight areas or quickly work his way through crowds.  But now, knowing he was going to change – well, that made him want it desperately, again.  He was that junior high kid who had been stuffed in the laundry cart by the jocks – wanting to be able to show them how bullying was wrong by growing bigger and stronger than them.  

It had only been four days since the big man had left Jimmy wanting more.  More of the romance – but mostly more of the plowing.  Jimmy loved sex, but he wondered if his need to be pounded more by the big man had to do mainly with how it was changing him.  In just two days Jimmy had become much more adept in handling his super strength.  He rarely broke anything and he was amazed how handy it was to be powerful.  He rarely needed tools anymore.  He’d push nails into the wall using his pinky finger so he could replace pictures that had fallen during his powerful orgasm at 3:30am two days ago.  Wrenches were not needed when he was undoing and redoing bolts to secretly replace his toilet after crushing it by sitting down too hard.  Most importantly, he had learned how to open taxi doors without ripping them off the vehicles – having done it on the first day.  Luckily, the driver explained that the car was old and rusted.  It was to be expected the older man said.  Jimmy turned red as he accepted the driver’s apology for his ‘piece of junk’ car – as he called it.  Jimmy wanted desperately to tell him it wasn’t the car’s fault – but he knew better.  The work of getting comfortable to his new strength had taken Jimmy’s mind off of other changes to come.  That, however, changed on day five.  

Jimmy was still not going to work.  He figured he was probably going to get fired, but he knew he couldn’t take the chance of doing something stupid like kicking the copier through the wall when it got jammed.  Jimmy often gave the machine a swift butt with his shoe when he had been normal and it hadn’t done a thing to the copier.  Now, however, he knew he’d accidently demolish it.  Jimmy did, however, continue to wake up at his regular time – filling his days with ways to adjust to living with super powers.  On the morning of day five, Jimmy smashed the third alarm clock within that short period when it went buzzed loudly and he was still too sleepy to remember his strength.  He would have seriously berated himself and been upset for the entire morning, if it hadn’t been for the fact that he was too busy staring at the hand that had crushed the clock.  It was much, much bigger – maybe five times bigger from yesterday.  It looked like the hand of some very large professional arm wrestler – the kind of hand that made people catch their breath when they shook it or even just saw it for the first time.  It had fingers thicker than rolls of quarters and knuckles covered in thick, dark fur.  The palm was so wide Jimmy knew he could now easily palm a basketball . . . if not reach almost around the entire thing.  He quickly looked at his other hand to find that it was the same.  Jimmy’s sudden over-the-moon excitement quickly abated, however, when he saw that his forearms and upper arms were still very skinny . . . like toothpicks.  It looked like he was wearing oversized baseball mitts on both hands.  Jimmy couldn’t believe how heavy they felt – even though his super-powered arms could easily lift them.  They looked like someone else’s hands – but when Jimmy thought about clenching his fingers together, the hands obeyed.  

The Beast stirred as Jimmy gazed at his beautiful enormous hands and dreamed about how his body would grow to match them.   Jimmy had never really realized how much strength and manliness hands could convey – but now he certainly did.  He drew them into powerful fists and the Beast responded by rocketing hard.  That gave Jimmy a very pleasurable idea.  He reached down and easily ripped his underwear off with just a slight tug using his new gigantic hand.  It took nothing to tear the material from his body.  He grabbed the now fully engorged Beast with his right hand . . . his wanking hand.  Jimmy loved what he saw.  Prior to today, his hand had always looked tiny, weak, and couldn’t even reach all the way around the Beast.  Now, things were different.  Since gaining super strength, Jimmy had been able to squeeze the giant rod in a way that truly satisfied.  Today, however, the hand now matched the power.  Fingers and thumb overlapped since the palm was so freaking wide.  Jimmy’s hand was able to grab much more of the iron-hard shaft . . . and that definitely increased the pleasure.  

“Harder Beast,” Jimmy ordered in a deep masculine grunt – still soft enough to not shake the building, but still thrilling his cock in a big way. 

The Beast instantly became something that could have easily been shoved through dense concrete or thick metal.  A super strong, newly enormous hand tightened around the Beast – causing its enormous head to flare even larger and turn a deeper purple.  Thick iron would have been unable to withstand the pressure Jimmy’s hand was now applying to the more-than-happy, jacked-to-the-max Beast.  Jimmy’s mighty paw started stroking slowly up and down the powerful shaft, bringing the Beast to the edge of ejaculation quickly.  The Beast was just too excited about the size of Jimmy’s new hand.  Jimmy paused the action – just so his body could back off from the abyss of orgasm.  His small chest heaved up and down in anticipation of what was to come.  Through multiple failed practices and after blasting out chunks of walls and the ceiling, Jimmy had finally learned how to control his orgasms to shoot as powerfully as he willed them to be.  He could make them soar through the air across the room or shoot nicely into the space above him and then splatter against his stomach and chest.  Another super speed patching job had fixed all of the holes previous ejaculations had made.  

Today, Jimmy wanted to hear his super, warm, thick cum splatter against his body.  He prepared by focusing on that.  Then, he let his hand rub his cock at super speed . . . something that sent the Beast into overdrive quicker than anything.  The growth of Jimmy’s hand made today’s beating off even more powerful and the Beast came much quicker than usual.  A fountain of jizz soared into the air and then rained down on Jimmy’s torso – spattering loudly everywhere.  Jimmy allowed only some soft grunting – knowing anything more would shake the entire building.  When intentionally untethered, his ejaculations lasted at least for ten minutes – his body enjoying the incredible rush overwhelming him for that long.  Jimmy looked at his own now humongous hand as it did its work and that put even more fire behind the orgasm.  Shooting high into the air, but not high enough to hit the ceiling, Jimmy loved watching his juice fall to his skin.  He learned quickly that his own cum somehow made blemishes disappear.  Jimmy’s acne – yes, he still had it even at the age of twenty-seven - was gone within an hour of rubbing in the gobs of jizz that fell on his face.  Freckles and scars went away, as well, and Jimmy’s skin darkened beautifully, as if he had a perpetual summer tan.  Jimmy never wasted even a drop of his precious cum after ejaculation – it had too many healing and cleansing properties in it.  As the Beast sputtered out a few more thick gobs of juice, Jimmy balled his free hand into a fist and caused a slight increase to return to the orgasm as he dreamed about what his huge fist was now able to do – now that it finally looked the part, as well.  

“You like the grip of my new hand, don’t you, Beast?”  Jimmy growled lightly, making his cock twitch to confirm that it did.  “Just wait until the rest of me matches the size of you and these hands, Beast.”
 

[Ro20316]

Thank you man for this stories. We love them all and thisnome will be a classic. 

[Xmanjakob]

7 hours ago, Ro20316 said:

Thank you man for this stories. We love them all and thisnome will be a classic. 

Definitely a classic! Anticipate more new chapters!

 

[londonboy]

Chapter Eleven

“Dude, are your hands swollen?  Did you get stung by something?” Cliff, the trainer, asked as Jimmy started to grab the benching bar.  

“Uh . . . no, they just seem to be the first thing responding to my workouts by growing,” Jimmy said, his face turning slightly red.  

“That’s freaky,” Cliff responded.  “Damn, they’re enormous.  Hold one of them up against mine.”

Jimmy sat up on the bench and raised one of his mitt-sized hands in the air.  Cliff’s own hand seemed to move in slow motion through the air to finally rest against Jimmy’s.  There was no way for the Beast to remain calm as the vastly different sized palms met.  Cliff was a pretty big man – looking like a cross between a fitness model and a large gymnast.  He was twice the size of Jimmy.  His hand, however, was not.  Jimmy’s own hand dwarfed Cliff’s in every way.  The fingers were much longer – the ends of Cliff’s coming up to an inch below the tips of Jimmy’s.  The thickness of Jimmy’s fingers compared to that of Cliff was like comparing telephone poles to broomsticks.  And Jimmy’s palm was double the width of the other man’s.  It was like a small ten year old placing his hand against that of a large grown man.  The Beast loved how huge it made Jimmy feel.  The rest of his arm was twig-like, beneath his sweatshirt, but his hands looked like those of a monstrous human.  

“I’ve never seen anyone’s hands get so swole from working out, man.  I can’t believe those skinny arms of yours are able to lift these huge things!  Oh sorry, Jimmy, that was rude.  I just can’t get over how fucking huge your hands are!” Cliff apologized.  

“It’s fine, Cliff.  I think I’m able to lift them because of the added power you’ve helped me gain in these guns,” Jimmy said, smiling to himself.  

“Well, to be perfectly honest, man,” Cliff said, lowering his hand but continuing to stare at Jimmy’s big manly one.  “I thought you’d be lifting a little bit more than what you’re doing now.  I know it’s only been a short time, but I thought you would have gotten used to handling the weights and would be able to push up more.  It’s almost like you haven’t advanced that much.”

After gaining super strength, Jimmy had worked hard to not show off in the gym or to let on what he had truly gained from the big man’s seed.  He knew he shouldn’t let people know just how incredibly strong he truly was.  He also didn’t want to out lift Cliff, who had worked so hard these last few days to make Jimmy comfortable in the gym – the trainer not knowing that Jimmy could actually have lifted more than all of the members put together.  Pretending to strain with one hundred pounds had actually made the Beast embarrassed and unusually dormant.  Jimmy smiled at Cliff’s words, though.  He decided a little showing off – contained – would be fine.  

“Well Cliff, I’ve actually been holding back because I didn’t want you to know I’ve passed you when it comes to the total amount of weight I can lift.  Here, I’ll show you.  Slap two fifty pound plates on that end,” Jimmy said, swinging of the bench confidently.  

“You mean a fifty on each end, right?” Cliff said, heading to the weight rack.  

“Nope.  I mean let’s add two hundred more pounds.  Two fifty pound plates on both ends,” Jimmy said – hiding his grin from the trainer.  

“Jimmy, man, don’t get crazy.  You’re not ready for that kind of increase to your benching weight.  You’ve barely been able to get three reps with what you’ve got on now.  You’ll hurt yourself.  How about we just add ten pounds to both sides,” Cliff warned.  

“Cliff, buddy, I’ll make you a deal.  Let’s add the two hundred to the bar and if I can lift it you have to arm wrestle one of these big paws of mine.  If I can’t lift it, I’ll buy your protein shakes for a month,” Jimmy said – looking at the other man with a serious face and knowing exactly what would get Cliff to take the bet.  

The Beast was going crazy – throbbing and twitching with so much excitement that Cliff couldn’t help but glancing down at Jimmy’s crotch.  The idea of finally lifting more weight was just too exciting – especially it would be in front of someone else.  And then the added thrill of taking on another human in a strength test, well that just pushed the Beast over the edge.  Cliff sensed how excited Jimmy was about this particular challenge with the bar . . . and the arm wrestling, too.  He also thought about not having to put out the money for protein shakes for a month, which was still a lot of cash even with an employee discount.  He decided he really had nothing to lose and a lot to gain.  

“Okay, Jimmy.  But know that I’m definitely going to spot you so you don’t hurt yourself.  I’d be a bad trainer if I didn’t.  And just so you know, I’m going to love those protein shakes,” Cliff said, smiling and grabbing one big fifty pound plate with both hands.  

Without even thinking about it, Jimmy slid two fifty pound plates off the holding rack with one of his newly huge hands.  His big mitt and super strength enabled him to easily hold and carry both plates to the waiting bar.  Cliff saw this feat and his eyes widened.  Jimmy hadn’t meant to do it.  He was just too excited about what was to come and the Beast was urging him on like crazy.  Jimmy kind of smiled and turned red.  He then just kind of shrugged – as if to say ‘what’s the big deal’ – but Cliff clearly thought it was a big deal.  Jimmy’s big hand was still holding the two giant plates while Cliff used two hands to hold his one.  Jimmy marveled at how Cliff’s hands looked so small holding the plate while his own looked so huge.  The Beast leaked an adoring gob of pre-cum at the sight.  

“Um . . . why do I feel like I’ve been shammed in this bet of ours,” Cliff said, not taking his eyes off of Jimmy’s big hand as the plates were put on the bar.  

“No sham, Cliff.  You’ve just done an awesome job of training me,” Jimmy responded.

“In just three days…” Cliff said, emphasizing the impossibility of it all.  

“You’d be amazed at what can change in just a matter of three or four days, Cliff.  Trust me, I know,” Jimmy said, smiling at the guy and then sliding under the bar while Cliff, being a good trainer, moved into position to spot.  

“Careful man,” Cliff said.

“I won’t need you, Cliff,” Jimmy said, looking up and then he easily pushed the bar out of its resting place.  

Cliff’s eyes widened even more and his face turned white as he watched Jimmy’s thin arms and huge hands lower the weighted bar and then push it back up like it was nothing more than a light piece of bamboo with two balloons tied to either end.  Once was unbelievable, but then Jimmy kept going, smoothly and calmly, for ten, twenty, and all the way up to fifty obviously easy repetitions.  To the new Jimmy, lifting something very heavy or very light was the same.  He felt no difference lifting this heavily weighted bar from lifting a pen off a table.  Both came easily to him.  That was also abundantly clear to Cliff.  

“You’ve always been able to lift more, haven’t you?” Cliff asked, accusingly, but still clearly amazed at what Jimmy was doing.

“I promise you, Cliff, three days ago I would not have been able to move this bar at all,” Jimmy replied honestly.  “Your work with me must have released something beastly within me.”

“Yeah, it definitely released some kind of freakish beast . . . that’s for sure,” replied Cliff.  “I bet you can lift a lot more than this, can’t you?”

“I’m not sure.  I haven’t tried,” Jimmy lied.

The truth was that just the night before the Beast had been in a ferociously demanding mood and around 11pm Jimmy was no longer able to ignore it.  No matter what Jimmy did to calm his cock down it didn’t work.  Not even three hundred push-ups made the Beast happy.  Jimmy had finally realized he needed to go out and find a task that could satisfy the Beast.  Thirty minutes later – on a poorly lit road with only a few buildings on it – Jimmy was cranking out overhead lifts with a fifteen seater church van that had been parked in front of a dark building.  This seemed to quiet the raging Beast.  He knew, however, he could not share that information with Cliff.  Jimmy was presently cranking out more reps with the loaded bar – causing Cliff to go speechless again.  When the heavy thing was back in its holder, Jimmy sat up again.

“Now, you’re not going to back out of our little arm wrestling arrangement, are you?” Jimmy asked, smiling devilishly.  

“No dude.  I’m in.  I know there’s no chance in hell I’m going to defeat those powerful skinny arms, but a bet is a bet.  I’ll have some fun trying, too,” Cliff confessed.

Truth be told, Cliff’s heavily muscled compact gymnast body rocked Jimmy’s world in a big way.  The trainer had the kind of glutes you could have rested a loaded serving tray on and had high tea.  Cliff’s bulbous butt jutted out in a way that always made the head of the Beast flare up with excitement.  As they moved over to some matts on the floor to lay down for arm wrestling, Jimmy took a long gander at the prize he truly wanted for winning the bet.  He was sure Cliff’s ass had never been topped before and that knowledge made it even hotter.  As the trainer laid down on his stomach, his protruding, rock-hard, bubble butt bulged up in the air like a giant peach ripe for plucking.  The Beast was desperate for some of that, but knew it would have to settle for a hand-to-hand strength contest, instead.  Luckily, the mirrored wall nearby would make it easy for Jimmy to see two glorious things at the same time – the thick, split head of Cliff’s perfect biceps when tensed and the enormity of his own hand while gripping the smaller one of the buff trainer.  He wasn’t sure which sight would thrill him more.  He sensed that Cliff was excited for the power of Jimmy’s arms, as well, and that was a little confusing.  Maybe he had a thing for strength, as well – like Ronald, the delivery guy.  That thought thrilled the Beast.  As Jimmy laid down in front of Cliff, he gazed joyously at his big hand wrapping around the smaller one in front of him.  This made him get a lot bolder.  

“Would you ever let me tap that gorgeous ass of yours, Cliff,” Jimmy asked – and actually turned red at his own bravery with the question.  

“Two things would have to happen first, Jimmy,” Cliff answered without even a slight hesitation – as if he had known what Jimmy had been lusting over, already.  “The rest of you will have to get as big as  your hands . . . and you’d have to not ever ask again.  I’m into guys that are much bigger than me who also like to dominate.  I’m not into being asked if I want to be pounded, I’m into being told what to do.  I like tight leather on a huge muscled dude who’s into total control and making me remember my proper place . . . always.”

Neither Jimmy or the Beast had seen this answer coming.  Cliff’s sexual orientation had always been a mystery.  To find out he was a hot submissive with a thing for leather was like winning the biggest lottery ever offered.  Jimmy and the Beast knew that the small man about to pin Cliff’s arm to the matt would soon be the size the trainer liked his men to be.  The Beast was now fully engorged between the matt and Jimmy’s crotch – aching hard with excitement.  Jimmy anticipated being much, much bigger than the gymnast could even imagine very, very soon.  He was going to have to invest in some tight fitting, muscle revealing leather outfits – cause he planned on rocking Cliff’s world one day.  If the big man who had planted his seed in Jimmy wasn’t going to return or even send flowers, then Jimmy was going to need to find other alternatives for sexual release.  The Beast would demand it.  Cliff was hot as hell and sported the kind of body that Jimmy had always fantasized about – so it just seemed like a natural fit . . . especially since Jimmy would soon fit Cliff’s fantasy perfectly, too.  It registered that Cliff had tightened his smaller hand around the much larger one that held it.  Jimmy glanced in the mirror – taking a long gander at Cliff’s tensed, dimpled ass in his tight shorts and then at the glorious size difference in his big paw holding Cliff’s much smaller one.  

“I’m not going to be able to move your arm at all, am I, Jimmy?” Cliff asked – looking appreciatively at the size difference in the hands, as well.

“Only if I let you,” Jimmy answered.

“Don’t,” Cliff quickly shot back.  

There it was – Jimmy’s first glimpse of how submissive Cliff like to be.  The muscled trainer clearly got into his own strength being overpowered by someone stronger . . . someone bigger.  Jimmy understood this, a little.  When he had been the totally skinny, weak Jimmy he had enjoyed being restrained or lightly dominated by a bigger guy.  But there had always been a wish in the small guy to actually be the bigger . . . more dominant one in the relationship.  It wasn’t until the true nature of the Beast had been awakened and empowered by the big man’s seed, however, that Jimmy had even thought it might be possible.  Now, looking at his thick as hell fingers and huge palm wrapped around the smaller one within, he knew that soon he’d be the kind of man that hot, muscular Cliff would totally submit to.  That thrilled Jimmy.  It also made Jimmy more than willing to grant Cliff’s wish of not allowing his hand to move Jimmy’s at all.      

Three minutes later sweat dripped off of Cliff’s face onto the matt as Jimmy drummed the fingers of his free hand nearby, making it obvious that no matter what Cliff did and no matter what amount of effort he used he wasn’t going to make the skinny arm and huge hand holding his budge even the slightest.  Cliff’s face was red and he gritted his teeth with determination.  His gloriously divided manly biceps now bulged so much that it had pushed the sleeve of his uniform polo up towards his shoulder – revealing the peak perfectly.  There was only a slight bump under Jimmy’s sweatshirt sleeve – which had actually almost ripped when Jimmy had forced his newly huge hand through it, earlier.  Somehow, Cliff’s ass curved up even higher in the air – inviting Jimmy to stare openly.  

“Let me know when you want me to slam your hand down, Cliff.  I can do it quickly or drag it out slowly . . . it’s your call.  Either way, that arm of yours is going down,” Jimmy teased – in a voice that clearly showed he wasn’t straining at all.  

“Slowly please.  That way I can feel the domination for longer,” Cliff begged, sputtering through clamped teeth and in between deep breaths.  

The Beast choked out a little pre-cum at Cliff’s words.  It was becoming more obvious that the trainer truly loved being totally dominated.  Jimmy was more than thrilled to do as the trainer requested.  With the same effort it might have taken to fold a piece of paper, Jimmy began to slowly make Cliff’s arm bend to the will of his own.  The trainer’s efforts increased, along with his grunting, sweating, and breathing, but he could not prevent his arm from being slowly shoved downwards to the matt.  The Beast, now on pulsating on overdrive, encouraged Jimmy to verbally dominate, as well.  

“Come on, Cliff.  Show me what that huge biceps of yours can do.  Look at how easily I push down your arm.  You are mine, boy, and don’t you forget it,” Jimmy bellowed.  

That proved to be the breaking point for the trainer.  Well, Jimmy’s words and the fact that the back of his hand, along with huge, thick fingers surrounding it, hit the matt hard.  Cliff let out a deep moan of defeat, but Jimmy realized it was something much more when he saw Cliff’s fine ass bucking up and down in the air.  Total domination had made the guy’s crotch explode.  Being called ‘boy’ had sealed the deal, too.  Jimmy recognized so much that was familiar in the guy - now breathing heavily with his arm pinned to the floor and his cock still spraying.  And, yet, it was now un-familiar, as well.  Huge hands, a giant cock, a heavy beard, and super strength can definitely change a man.  There was part of Jimmy that loved humiliating Cliff – but when he allowed that part of himself to dominate his thoughts and actions, the Beast immediately turned totally flaccid.  Jimmy understood that the big man’s seed didn’t allow him to be a bully.  He could dominate, but only if it was invited and desired by the other man.  He could not do it without consent.  The Beast loved power – but only power used for good or to give pleasure to someone else . . . which also pleased itself.  As soon as Jimmy let these thoughts enter his mind they resonated with is body in a pleasing way – as if he had found the missing piece to a hard puzzle.  The Beast also became rock hard, again.  

“Thank you, sir,” came the worn out voice of Cliff -  bringing Jimmy back to the present moment and making it clear the guy’s orgasm was done.  

“Kiss your flexed biceps, boy,” Jimmy ordered – knowing it would thrill his trainer to no end.  

The trainer’s face immediately lit up with a big smile and a knowing look.  Cliff flexed his arm hard and brought his mouth to the peak.  He kissed it. Obeying Jimmy completely.  He kept his eyes locked on Jimmy’s the entire time.  Both men felt much excitement from the trainer’s action.  Cliff was totally enamored with Jimmy and he had no idea how huge Jimmy would become.  It was amazing to think about how much they would please each other in the near future!  
 

[liftme]

OMG this is awesome story my friend.  You're the best. 

[boardman]

Cannot wait to see Jimmy add muscle to that super strength 

[ManticoreDude]

Yeaaah, I love that you acknowledged, that being dominating =/= being bully. This is great! Jimmy is a good guy, and deserves to be gigantic!

[Xmanjakob]

On 6/30/2023 at 4:59 PM, Xmanjakob said:

A good day is any day when I come on this site (or should I say cum lol) and find a new story by Londonboy. A great start; hope there's more soon!

Read in this order you have the Superman and Jimmy Trilogy by Londonboy:

 

Super Changes (Parts 1 and 2)

Supe and Me

His Seed
 

[londonboy]

Chapter Twelve

That had been a month ago, and there had been a lot of growth since then.  Jimmy now stood six feet, two inches and weighed  two hundred and ninety-four pounds.  It was a world of a difference from when he was five feet, five inches tall and weighed one hundred and twenty-three pounds.  Jimmy was now a little taller and a little heavier than the big man, himself.  It had been exactly thirty-seven days, twelve hours, and forty-two minutes since the first gush of the big man’s warm seed had spewed into Jimmy’s body, but who was counting.  Sometimes, Jimmy actually ached for the man to return.  The Beast would throb with desire and Jimmy’s body would thirst to be filled again and again with more seed.  

Jimmy thought about that first time a lot . . . especially about how it had happened.  It had been like a dream come true.  Jimmy had gone to the pub around the corner from the office after work to celebrate a co-worker’s retirement.  Jimmy, being the total lightweight dweeb, was completely buzzed after just two beers.  He had gone back to the office to get his umbrella because the clouds were threatening rain.  The big man . . . although at this point Jimmy didn’t know he was actually THE big man . . . was working late.  Jimmy had gone and stood by his desk to chat with him for a few minutes, his words slurring a little.  Jimmy, for the first time, noticed how handsome his co-worker was . . . and how it seemed that he had a more-than-decent body under his suit.  Jimmy wasn’t sure if it was only in his head that he had commented on the guy’s physique or if he had said the words out loud.  Before he knew it, Jimmy was looking up into the beautiful eyes of the one and only big man.  Jimmy’s co-worker had merely removed his glasses and suddenly Jimmy saw that he was THE big man.  Then, hands were gripping the outside of Jimmy’s shoulders and lifting him into the air for a mind-blowing, sobering-up kiss.  Few words were spoken.  Hands groped everywhere on the hard body pressing against Jimmy’s.  Then they were in a taxi, then they were in the big man’s apartment, and then they were on the bed.  Kisses continued until Jimmy didn’t know what time it was or which end was up.  He just lost himself in the excitement of the moment.  The words ‘I want to make love to you’ were whispered in his ear and Jimmy had undone his belt and pants as his response.  Minutes later, Jimmy tried to stuff the big man’s huge piece of meat into his mouth but there was just too much of it for that to happen.  Jimmy felt small and weak in the big man’s hands, but he also felt empowered and protected.  After what seemed like an hour more of foreplay, Jimmy felt himself being filled with what seemed like the trunk of a tree.  The first time the hot spunk of the big man shot up into Jimmy’s chute it had seemed like a hurricane had hit his ass.  Pain, however, quickly turned to pure bliss as the big man’s semen seemed to coat Jimmy’s insides with a kind of pleasure he had never felt before.  It was like how warm cocoa soothed your body after you’d been out in the snow for a long time.  Jimmy noticed that he was rejuvenated after the plowing – not tired or sore.  He quickly made it clear to the big man that he was ready for a second time . . . and then a third . . . and then a fourth.  

A smile crept across Jimmy’s face as he remembered back to that night.  And then another memory popped into his head – one that had somehow been forgotten during the total joy of sex with the big man.  Jimmy suddenly remembered hearing the voice whispering in his ear a second time – early in the morning, while Jimmy drifted in and out of sleep.  The big man had said ‘Soon there will be changes . . . do not be afraid, Jimmy.’  Why had he not remembered this before, Jimmy wondered.  Now, he recalled it perfectly.  The deep melodic masculine voice – as soothing as his seed.  He HAD chosen Jimmy.  He had also attempted to prepare him for what was to come.  No wonder Jimmy hadn’t really freaked out about the changes . . . his subconscious remembered the big man’s calming words.  Jimmy also sensed that these words had been spoken as the big man prepared to leave . . . and not just for a morning jog or some meeting.  He was leaving for good . . . or for a long while.  Jimmy had awakened to being alone in the big man’s quiet apartment.  He had left without even showering and went home – confused to where the big man had gotten off to and saddened that there had not been a morning plowing.

Jimmy’s buzzer sounded and this made the Beast shoot hard.  Jimmy smiled because he knew it was Ronald, the strength-loving delivery guy.  It had been a while since he’d visited.  Jimmy was wearing only tight cotton briefs and lately he’d taken to going commando a lot – especially when he was at home.  He loved the freedom it gave to the Beast.  He left his apartment and now easily stepped over the railing, dropping to the lobby below and opening the front door while Ronald’s finger was still on the buzzer button.  Ronald had to tilt his chin upward to look Jimmy in the face – something that thrilled the beast.  The delivery guy didn’t say a word.  He took a couple of steps back so he could take in the entire sight before him.  Ronald was not into guys that were larger than him, but he was definitely into the kind of strength that existed in Jimmy’s body.  Ronald did, however, love seeing the developing changes in his super strong friend.  That’s what he was doing now, noticing all the growth that had happened over the last four days – since his last visit.  And he, of course, needed to take a long gander at the thick, long Beast pressing against the material of Jimmy’s tight shorts.  Meanwhile, Jimmy took in Ronald’s powerlifter body in the tight, tight polo and equally tight polyester shorts of the delivery man’s official uniform.  Jimmy also noted there was no package in his hands . . . so that meant there was no message from the big man.  The shaking of Ronald’s head in disbelief enabled Jimmy to push the disappointment of not hearing from the big man from his mind.  

“No one grows that much in four days, Strongman Jimmy!” Ronald said in a shocked voice.  

“I do, Ronald,” Jimmy said – stepping out onto the stoop so he could stand close and peer down at the other man.  “I’ve stopped buying clothes . . . at least until the growth stops.  In case you’re wondering, I’m up to two hundred and ninety-four pounds.”

“That’s more than me,” Ronald said – amazement all over his face.

“By twenty-two pounds, man,” Jimmy replied.  “I guess you can see I’ve grown taller, too.”

“I’ve never had to look up at you before,” Ronald said back.  “I barely remember the little super strong guy I met on the first day.”

“Ha!  I barely remember him, too,” Jimmy said – sticking out his hand in the regular way the two men always greeted each other.

Ronald grabbed Jimmy’s hand and for a second they both looked down and let it sink in that Ronald’s big beefy powerlifting paw was slightly smaller than Jimmy’s now.  It had actually been pretty even in size for a few weeks – since Jimmy had awakened to supersized hands, but now Jimmy’s was a tad bigger.  Ronald quickly brought his other hand and wrapped it around the other side of Jimmy’s big paw.  He then squeezed with all his might – using both hands.  This had become something that happened every time they met.  Ronald tried desperately to squeeze Jimmy’s hand enough that the guy would feel something.  Ronald’s jaw was clamped tightly shut, veins were popping out on his forehead, his face was turning a little red as he growled a little using all of his strength to squeeze.  Jimmy stood there smiling – making it clear that he felt nothing . . . absolutely nothing.  Ronald finally stopped trying and let go – exhaling loudly as he did.  

“Don’t tell me, I already know,” Ronald said, still breathing hard, “You felt nothing.”

“Sorry man,” Jimmy replied.  “If it helps, I felt a little stirring in my groin watching your arms tense hard and your forearms bugle.”

“You’re just fucking invincible,” Ronald said, causing Jimmy to look up in alarm – thinking he knew just how much Jimmy had changed.  “I can make grown men beg me to stop squeezing their hand with barely any effort, but I can’t make you feel a thing.”

It was clear that Ronald was just talking about the fact that Jimmy was invincible to the big powerlifter’s strength.  That put Jimmy at ease.  He had shown Ronald much more of his abilities than anyone else, but he knew he couldn’t show him everything – like the fact that earlier that morning he’d been out at an old warehouse tossing heavy machinery around like it was nothing more than a baseball.  And he certainly couldn’t tell him that he had shoved his hands into the ground and lifted up the heavy cement foundation of the entire building in an easy biceps curl.  Nope, those feats were for the Beast, alone.  Jimmy’s cock had never been so tame and content since Jimmy had started going out on a regular basis to test the limits of his strength.  The slamming the long kitchen knife into his own thick thigh and his skin breaking the blade was another thing that Ronald couldn’t see.  Staring at Ronald in his hot-as-hell uniform gave Jimmy an idea – and that made the Beast start to stir.  

“How about a bear hug, Ronald?” Jimmy asked, smiling and tensing his chest at the same time.

Ronald could sometimes look like a school kid who had just been granted access to anything he wanted in a candy store.  The pure joy and sexual satisfaction the man got from strength feats was absolutely infectious.  It made Jimmy ecstatic every time.  The delivery man’s happiness about life was incredible enough, but the excitement he got from watching Jimmy do something powerful always put both of them in a good mood for days.  Jimmy had come to appreciate how the Beast especially loved any strength feat that involved body to body contact with another man.  The more of Jimmy’s muscles that were felt in the display the better the thrill.  This seemed to be true with Ronald, as well.  The delivery man was still firm in his attractions, however.  He wasn’t turned on by Jimmy in a romantic way.  Jimmy was just too big.  Ronald liked his love interests to be petite and needing protection.  The way Jimmy had used to be.  But when it came to strength – something the powerlifter had a lot of, himself - well that just sent him through the roof.  He was a whore for power and he didn’t care who knew.  

“That would be like having my birthday, Christmas, and every other holiday on the same exact day,” Ronald said, visibly shaking with excitement.  “I also brought a heavy chain I’d like to wrap you in after the hug and see you break out of it.”  

“Hmmmm, sounds great.  It’s a good thing I didn’t wear a shirt, then.  That way, you get to see these muscles in action,” Jimmy teased.

“I also noticed you forgot underwear, too,” Ronald teased back.  “Hopefully, there will not be children around.  You could cause someone to have instant acne by sending them into puberty.”

“You’re really never going to let me pound this hot body of yours . . . are you, Ronald,” Jimmy asked, stepping closer to the other man.  

“Strongman Jimmy, you know I’m not attracted to you in that way.  I want to be the man doing the pounding.  Are you ever going to go back to being that skinny, little guy you were before?” Ronald asked back.

“Not likely,” Jimmy answered.  “Growth is easy for me, but I don’t think shrinking would be.”

“Then I believe we will just continue to be strength orgasms for each other.  There’s nothing wrong with that, is there?” Ronald asked, smiling up at Jimmy.  

“No, nothing wrong with that at all,” Jimmy answered, wrapping his now monstrous arms around Ronald’s upper torso and arms.  “Jimmy-vator going up.”

Jimmy squeezed his arms with the pressure you might use to hold a stuffed animal in your arms – but Ronald still blew out air from how tight the compression felt.  Jimmy then lifted the powerlifter into the air – Ronald’s feet leaving the stoop completely.  Jimmy brought his face down to Ronald’s neck and inhaled deeply – knowing that the Beast had come to love the smell of the delivery man’s cologne mixed in with his powerlifter musky sweat.  Sure enough, it was enough to make the Beast rocket to full mast.  Jimmy poked his big rod into the man in his arms and this caused Ronald to give Jimmy a disapproving look.  Ronald’s own cock was hard, too – already excited by the tremendous squeeze that was yet to come.  Jimmy had learned that any feat of strength with Ronald needed to be done slowly . . . super slowly, so it would give the most satisfaction possible.  Jimmy could have quickly cut off all air to the man’s lungs and have him blacked out in seconds, but where was the fun in that?  This was all about giving Ronald the maximum pleasure that was possible.  At the same time, Jimmy and the Beast were totally pleased, as well.  Jimmy started to squeeze . . . ever so slightly . . . and Ronald started to squirm.  The delivery man was in a talkative mood and the closeness of their faces made it easy for him to whisper things that shouldn’t be heard by others.  

“Your orgasms can blast through concrete can’t they, Strongman Jimmy,” Ronald said softly, looking into Jimmy’s eyes.  

“Well, that’s a funny conversation starter, Ronald.  A man shouldn’t share all of his secrets, now, should he?  But just because I know it will thrill you a lot, let’s just say yes.  Yes, my cum can blast through concrete and thick metal,” Jimmy answered, making Ronald moan as he imagined Jimmy’s ejaculations destroying cement and metal.  

“There’s a video that’s gone viral, locally.  It’s blurry and pretty dark, but it’s of this smallish guy lifting a church van over his head.  I’m on a few strength porn sites and this video has been circulating for about a month, now.  I know it’s you in the video, even though you can’t make out the guy.  A drunk man was walking home from the bar one night and he came upon some dude pressing a fifteen seater van up and down.  That video had brought me hours of pleasure, Strongman Jimmy.  One day, will you lift my delivery truck?” Ronald asked.

This news was surprising to Jimmy.  He had not known about the video.  He knew he needed to be more careful in the future.  He absolutely loved how it thrilled his friend, Ronald, but he knew the fewer people to know about his strength the better.  He was glad to know that in the video you couldn’t make out who the guy was.  Jimmy glanced over at Ronald’s big delivery truck and the idea of lifting it made the Beast twitch wildly.  Jimmy had already shown Ronald too many strength feats to deny that he could lift a vehicle overhead.  The delivery guy wouldn’t have believed him, anyway, if he denied he could.  Jimmy also knew that Ronald would have a major explosion in his undies as he watched Jimmy crank out reps with a huge truck overhead.  Jimmy loved it when he did something that made the big powerlifter lose control . . . it was like the biggest compliment ever.  Jimmy also knew that Ronald had never once discussed his super strength with anyone.  He didn’t know why he knew that, but he just did.  It was as if Ronald wanted Jimmy’s power all to himself.  He was too selfish to share the strength feats.  This had proven to be perfect for Jimmy – he was able to satisfy the Beast in a big way, but wasn’t fearful of being found out by more people.  

“It would be my pleasure to toss that truck of yours in the air, Ronald,” Jimmy said, making the powerlifter moan louder and longer than ever.  “Gonna squeeze harder, man.  Get ready.”

Ronald took a deep breath – well, as deep as he could with the pressure Jimmy was already applying.  Jimmy tightened his arms a little more – maybe with the kind of power most people would use to hug their frail grandmother, but to Ronald it was much, much more.  The powerlifter loved being overpowered.  It never happened before he met Jimmy.  Ronald had shared with his friend how he had always been huge, strong, and able to do things other people couldn’t.  Even in elementary school Ronald had been the one asked to pull open a stuck locker door, because none of the teachers or the big janitor could do it.  Here was this ten year old that pulled it open with one hand.  So, to find someone that could make Ronald feel weak and powerless was like striking it rich by finding gold in a stream.  The powerlifter loved having his muscles tested and beaten.  He absolutely loved struggling against Jimmy’s hand – dreaming that one day he’d be able to beat it, but knowing – deep down – that day would never come.  At that moment, having the breath squeezed out of him was thrilling Ronald in a way he’d never be able to explain to anyone.  He used all of his might to try and breathe, but the super powerful arms of this man holding him prevented it.  With just his arms, Jimmy was overpowering the guy and it was clearly a piece of cake for him to do it.  Ronald was weak and defenseless against Jimmy . . . and that was a huge turn-on.  Ronald was dating a cute, little twink who loved bear hugs just as much as Ronald did.  Being squeezed by Jimmy helped Ronald to know exactly what to do to his boyfriend.  It was a wonderful experience to know that feet off the floor was preferred, that squeezing slowly gave more of a thrill, that allowing the captive to breathe every now and then prolonged everything . . . especially the orgasm, and that including some verbal domination made the climax that much better.  Ronald had learned all of this from being bear hugged by Jimmy.  

“What’s the matter Big Ronald?  You finding it hard to breathe?  Are you getting a little light headed?  It feels like a lot of blood is flowing to that big thing below your belt.  Come on, show me what you’ve got.  Can’t you break free from my big arms . . . a huge, strong guy like you?” Jimmy taunted, knowing it was what Ronald loved.  

“This the hardest you can squeeze, Strongman Jimmy?  Five year old kids hug stronger than this,” Ronald shot back, knowing full well what it did to his friend.

It was like Ronald liked playing with fire.  Jimmy’s brain was now completely wired to not hurt anyone unless it was unavoidable.  He knew the big man’s seed had made him that way.  The big man was all about decency, helping others, and doing the right thing – which is what his seed created in Jimmy, as well.  Pleasing other guys . . . sexually . . . was definitely in the category of helping others.  But there was also part of Jimmy that lingered from his childhood – that came from being bullied and picked on.  There was a strong urge in Jimmy to squeeze his arms as tightly as he could – and he knew what that could do to whatever was between his biceps – but he didn’t do it.  He just smiled at Ronald and hugged him more.  Ronald’s taunting made Jimmy excited. Ronald was obviously excited, too – judging by the hard thing pressing against Jimmy’s stomach.  

“I can tell you’re excited, Ronald.  That crooked, thick cylindered, heavy headed, veiny cock of yours is hard as hell,” Jimmy growled into the other man’s ear.

“How did you know what my cock looks like?” Ronald said, pulling his head back and speaking with a voice full of breath.  

“Just a good guess,” Jimmy lied.  

About a week ago, Ronald had been stepping out of his truck while Jimmy waited on the stoop.  Jimmy casually wished he could see what was under Ronald’s tight shorts and suddenly it was like Ronald wasn’t wearing any clothes at all.  Jimmy instantly could see the huge balls supporting a crooked, thicker than usual, veiny cock with a big head.  And all of it was surrounded by thick, curly fur.  Jimmy’s shock made him immediately stop wishing to see what was under Ronald’s clothes and, again, instantly Ronald was in his tight uniform turning around to grab a box from his truck.  Jimmy wished again and suddenly he could see the hairy inviting crack of Ronald’s bare ass.  Jimmy couldn’t prevent his face from turning red or the Beast from leaking.  Since then, Jimmy had started using his special x-ray vision whenever he could . . . just to learn how to control it.  He did, however, make the mistake of looking through the wall of his bedroom into the bedroom of his two neighbors – two furry bears that lived together.  He had assumed they were just two roommates, but when he had peered through the wall he had found them doing unspeakable things to each other in a portable sling contraption made of leather, chains, and strong metal bars.  Jimmy had been so embarrassed, but he had also watched for a few minutes – entranced, as well as learning some sexual moves he had never ever thought were possible.  He finally forced himself to stop staring through the wall and promised to never eavesdrop like that, again.  He needed to use his super vision for helping people only . . . the big man’s seed helped him to realize that.  Ronald’s cock and hairy ass, however, were not off limits.  Jimmy returned to taunting Ronald . . . because he knew the powerlifter loved it.  He whispered in the man’s ear.

“You know I could easily overpower you, right, man?  I could have my way with you anytime I wanted – force you to bend over and go to town on that tight hole.  But you also know I won’t do that.  But the fact that I could . . . and you knowing how easy it would be for me to do it . . . well, that just turns you on, doesn’t it, big man?” Jimmy whispered into Ronald’s ear. 

“Hell yes,” Ronald said with a grunt – and it was clear he was having a harder time breathing.  

Jimmy started squeezing harder . . . and harder.  Ronald was being crushed, but he loved every second of it.  Jimmy brought his face closer to the powerlifter’s neck to get another strong whiff of his sweat and cologne.  God, how he wanted this man.  That’s actually how Jimmy knew his strength was amazing – by the fact that he didn’t just take Ronald right there and pleasure himself with the powerlifter’s ass.  The desire was intensely strong, but Jimmy’s new power and his awareness of what was right and wrong made it impossible for him to force himself on Ronald.  It just wouldn’t be a nice thing to do and Jimmy felt that all the way to his core.  He respected Ronald in a way that made it clear that Jimmy would only ever do things that Ronald wanted.  And Jimmy knew Ronald wanted him to squeeze even harder.  When the larger man was finally crushing the powerlifter with enough strength to ruin the bone structure of weaker men, Ronald’s cock uncontrollably offered a load to Jimmy’s power.  The guy just loved strength that much.  He had never thought he’d be crushed like this by anyone and it was just too much for him to handle.  Jimmy held the guy tightly as his body flopped wildly in orgasm.  The smell of semen, mixed with the cologne and fresh sweat dripping all over Ronald’s body was so freaking intoxicating.  Jimmy was in heaven.  He finally put the powerlifter back down on the ground – once Ronald’s body had quit shaking.

“You okay there, Ronald?” Jimmy asked, because Ronald’s eyes were shut tightly.

“I’m fine . . . better than fine.  I’m great.  I just didn’t bring a change of clothes, Strongman Jimmy.  The chain around your body will have to wait for another day.  I need to go home and change in the time remaining on my lunch break.  Sorry.  I just couldn’t help myself.  I’ve never been bear hugged so hard.  Your power is simply amazing,” Ronald said, opening his eyes and smiling.  

“I’m always here to please you, little man,” Jimmy said, knowing exactly what the words it would do to the delivery guy.  

Ronald’s cock pumped out a few more spurts of cum at the words ‘little man.’  He was never called that . . . for he wasn’t small compared to anyone else but Jimmy.  And now, he was definitely smaller than Jimmy.  That did something to the powerlifter.  It turned him on in a way he would not have fully expected.  He tilted his head up with an even bigger smile than before and then he turned around and walked dreamily back to his truck.  The guy was clearly in strength fantasy heaven.  He would be thinking about Jimmy’s huge powerful arms all the rest of the week . . . that was for sure.