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A Halloween Story (Rewritten and Reposted) - Chapter 2


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In case you didn't see, this is a continuation of Chapter 1 posted earlier this month. I've still got more to finalize, but keep the comments coming!

 

Chapter 2

 

I awoke with a start, completely disoriented and unsure of my location. The room I was laying in was dimly lit and sparsely furnished. I was definitely not in my condo... then just as I began to remember the costume & the bracelet…BOOM. The door slammed open and the bright lights flickered on. 

 

“Its party time Dearie, are you happier now?” the older women said, indicating a extra-large mirror on the far wall, “I want every customer to be 100% satisfied.”

 

Moving to stand in front of the mirror, I watched my rugged jaw go slack. I had been in shock from my earlier transformation, but I simply could not believe my own reflection now.

 

When I had walked into the store I was a 230lb jacked bodybuilder, who also happened to own a pornstar’s cock. Hell, that guy from Starbucks had told me I was the most gorgeous man he’d ever seen and I would have easily agreed with him.

 

Until Now.

There was no denying it at this point; I was a god among men.  

 

The face staring back at me would put any model to shame. Rugged, manly, and flawless with a dazzlingly smile I could have been on any magazine cover. Bright emerald eyes, careful arched brows, and hair and stubble that seem to have its own golden glow. I would have made Brad Pitt feel insecure.

 

Below my perfect features, every part of my body was now bigger, better, and more masculine. Miraculously my costume still fit,  although it was now almost pitifully small and stretched to the breaking point, which simply highlighted my incredible body. 

 

My torn pants were now capris due to my increased size and height.  My now visible calves bulged below the hems, their diamond shape visible even from the front. Above them, the individual heads of my quads appeared to be making new tears in the taught fabric with each breath, but really they fibers were so defined they were actually visible under the thin fabric. In fact, the pants were so tight my quads were threatening to rip them completely to pieces at any moment. 

 

My VERY obviously thicker cock and balls weighed down the fabric in the front to the point that not a bulge or inch was left to the imagination. The weight of my basket was so great that the skimpy fabric was pulled taught around my thick glutes, making my phenomenally perky ass seem even more incredible.   

 

Up top, my pitifully undersized vest barely came down to the top of my rippling 10-pack. Each ab was perfectly defined, with my obliques and even those little muscles on your rib cage standing in proud attention at every breath! There was absolutely no hope of my vest ever closing across my chest anymore, it was basically child’s size now. My pecs were wider, broader, and thicker than two line-backers, accentuated by a thick division down the center I could Lose a few fingers in. My thick back and wide lats made me seem to be twice the man I was before, and my shoulders appeared to be wider than most people were tall, with bowling ball delts that redefined the word “shredded.” I swear I would have to turn sidewise just to get into my apartment now!

 

Finally my eye’s got to my arms, and I’d obviously saved the best for last. My arms were easily  thicker than most guys legs. My biceps and triceps bulged, even unflexed, to mountainous proportions. I could see each head of the muscles clearly, and each were accentuated with thick veins that highlighted their vascularity. Even my forearms were a roadmap of veins and rippling muscles, and probably nearly as big as my biceps had been! 

 

“Holy shit! This is INCREDIBLE.” I said flexing my powerful biceps in the mirror. I was completely mesmerized by their parabolic shape. “Any chance you can tell me how big I am now?”

 

“Sure, measuring tape is right hear for customers. We can make modifications until you are fully satisfied. Please undress for measurements.” She said with an easy smile.

 

Whoever this lady was, she really took customer satisfaction to an extreme! 

 

Ten hours ago, I would never have have stripped in front of a stranger. Hell, I wouldn’t have stripped in front of anyone. But today had been an eventful day. I’d fucked someone in Starbucks, and now gained at least two hundred pounds of solid muscle, what did I really have to be embarrassed about?

 

I quickly stripped and damn did I look HOT! I was a wet-dream made flesh. My massive muscles stood in bold relief, flexed even when I was just standing there. My glowing tan skin accented by body, making me look looked a bronzed statue of some gorgeous hyper-muscled Greek god or X-Men comic superhero. Of course, at the center of it all, my massive equipment hung low and full, so maybe it was more like XXX-Men. Despite my huge proportions, I didn't look just like some overgrown freak. My muscles were all perfectly complimentary…Its hard to explain but I just looked like one prime specimen! 

 

I flexed on command as she measured, giving me my new measurements as she went. 

 

I now stood 6 feet 4 inches tall, not a huge gain in height but my extra width made me seem far larger. My neck was 22” around and my incredible chest was 64”. My arms were each 24” though they looked even bigger thanks to my incredible definition and parabolically split-bicep peaks. She measured my poster-boy 10-pack abs at 32”, a far cry from my blubbery 44” waist that morning. My quads were 34” around, each bigger than my waist! And my calves were no slouches either at 23” massive inches each. Stepping onto the scale she told me I now weighed 335 lbs and my bodyfat was at 4.4%. In one eventful afternoon I’d gained 4 inches in height and over 200lbs of solid muscle.

 

All the number and flexing got my juices flowing more. By the time she was done measuring, I had a raging hard-on. Again, the old me would have been mortified, but that really didn’t make sense anymore. Before I could even suggest it, she grabbed her tape measure and stretched it up and around my oh-so-sensitive dick. 16” long and 6” around. Damn, I must to have the biggest cock in the world!

 

Just hearing those numbers caused my dick to spasm, sending thick ropes of cum across the mirror for nearly a minute. I started to apologize, but she just silenced me with a look.

 

“You seem happy now, are you satisfied?”

 

I just smiled, unable to take my eyes of my reflection. Perfect body, massive cock, and ruggedly-handsome face. This really was a dream come true!

 

“Very satisfied,” I said with a deep chuckle. “My only problem is I am going to need a lot of new clothes!”

 

“I have plenty more to fit BIG men like you. I will get some together while you get dressed, you don’t want to be late for the party Dearie!” She said with a smile, leaving me alone in the back room.

 

I got dressed, still amazed at how this costume stretched to fit my every curve perfectly. I honestly couldn’t say if I looked better naked or clothed; hell I didn’t really matter. I looked fucking amazing regardless. I didn’t even need to flex to look hotter than any bodybuilder I’d even seen. It was all simply unbelievable.

 

I was just about to leave the room when my wide shoulder brushed up against an drawer she’d left open. As I turned to close it I noticed a collection of rings, all with similar markings to the bracelet she’d given me before my transformation. Out of character, I took 6 of the rings, throwing them in the inner pocket of my vest. I had no idea what they did, but they seemed to call to me.

 

Walking to the front of the store, Janice, she finally told me her name, handed me a large bag full of clothes with a warm smile. 

 

“These should get you started, I keep things in all sizes for my customers. All the essentials plus there are a few surprises in their too. If you need anything else come back to see me, I will be here next Halloween weekend as well. I hope you will be happy for now.”

 

“How could I not be happy?” I replied smiling and pulsing my big pecs, “this is what I’ve always dreamed of. I never thought I’d be so happy to have gone costume shopping.” 

 

She gave a slight bow and I headed out of the store. Finally I was on my way to the party, preparing for what was bound to be the greatest nights of my life...

 

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All I can say is, Thank God I had a Wrangler. I never would have fit in a normal car. As it was my 335lbs were feeling cramped as I pulled into the parking lot about 40 minutes after the official start of the party. I would be walking in late and, hopefully, all eyes would be on me for my BIG entrance. After flexing in the reflection of the windows one more time, I buckled my toy sword (man did this thing looks small now) and headed into the reception hall.

 

The first person I walked into, literally since she was so small compared to my now gigantic form, was Amanda.  My boss was dressed up as cat-women, and I have to admit she pulled off the tight leather outfit well, filling it out in all the right places. 

 

Her appreciation for my costume my obvious, because her mouth dropped open as she bounced off my line-backer sized pectorals.

 

“Holy Shit Mark, is that you? Are these for real?” She said, placing her tiny hand on one of my thick pecs. I bounced and flexed it for her approval, watching as she licked her lips in unadulterated lust.

 

“I had no idea you had that hiding under your work clothes! You are certainly going to be a hit with that costume! How about we get you a drink?” She asked. I just smiled down at her as she wrapped her arm around my colossal bicep, noticing how her small her hand looked in comparison to my strong bicep.

 

Our trip to the bar took forever, mostly because Amanda insisted on taking me around the party and showing me off. I quickly realized she was trying to make it seem like we had more of a connection than we truly did,  but to be honest I really didn’t care. I simply smiled, flexed, and enjoyed the endless stream of compliments on my “costume” and body.

 

Nearly everyone asked to feel my flexed bicep, chest, or abs. I was all to happy to oblige. I’d never had any muscles to speak of, let alone flex. I’d only been at the party for 30 minutes and already was the star of the evening. I’d had nearly a dozen numbers slipped to me when I realized I really needed that drink.  

 

Finally, after reassuring my new fan club would return, I broke free to get to the bar. It was great watching the crowd part for me as I walked, and seeing the eyes move across my pumped torso to inevitably land on my packed crotch. This was going to be one hell of a party!

 

When I, got to the bar my night took a whole new turn; that’s where I met Chris.

 

Chris had been one of the first people I’d noticed at work, and one of the few in the office that morning. Not only did he have a beautiful smile, but his well-tailored suit accentuated what was clearly a fantastic body. Now I saw just how good a body it was!

 

Chris was wearing a small leather gladiator skirt, a sword buckled across his beautiful chest, and some leather sandals. Combined with his Italian skin, thick black hair and piercing blue eyes made him a real stunner. Not even one of the digitally enhanced guys from 300 could have held a candle to him; He must have been 250 lbs of solid gorgeous muscleman!

 

Confident in my new body, I walked right up to the bar next to him. Chris spilled his drink as my massive framed filled his field of vision. Clearly he wasn’t used to having someone bigger than him around. To intimidate him a bit, I placed my significantly larger arm on the bar next to him. Flexing slightly, I ordered a scotch on the rocks. 

 

He was staring at me this whole time in awe, so while I waited for my drink I turned to him with a smile. That’s when I noticed it. Right around his left-wrist was a tiny intricate tattoo. Yep, nearly identical to the one I had early that day. Now things were really getting interesting.

 

“Chris,” I said in my deepest rumble, “My names Mark, I’m the new guy.” He just gulped in response as my hand engulfed his during our handshake. “Love the costume, Janice pick it out?”

 

The look of shock on his face was priceless, although he quickly covered it with that handsome smile, 

 

“Yeah, she uhhh... helped me out two Halloween’s ago when I first moved here. I’ve been, well...enjoying it ever since. You obviously went with a larger costume?”

 

“Well I have to tell you,” I said leaning close, “I didn’t plan on it, but I’m certainly loving the results,” I flexed my massive bicep in his face, letting him take in all 24 perfect inches of it. “What do you think?”

 

He leaned in close, practically whispering to me, “I think you are the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.  I also think that if I don’t get what’s left of those pants off you soon I’m going to rip them off in the middle of this room.”

 

My deep rumble of a laugh made heads turn. Never before had I thought I would be proposition like this at any bar. And to have it happen over my Halloween “costume” and by one of the hottest guys I’d ever seen, yeah never! 

 

“Well we wouldn’t you to have to do that, might start a riot.” I rumbled with a sly smile.

 

“Then how about we solve both our problem’s? Meet me upstairs in conference room 3C. Five minutes, don’t be late.” With that Chris speed off through the crowd and disappeared out the doors.

 

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What a day of firsts. I’d started a new job like any normal person. Then I’d grown an extra 200+ pounds and 4 inches of absolutely astounding muscles, had someone beg me to fuck them at Starbucks,  become the center of attention at a party, been propositioned at a bar, and now I was fucking an insanely gorgeous muscle-stud on my company’s conference room table with my 16” cock.

 

Chris, the fuckee in this case, was loving every second of it. He couldn’t get enough of my size and my strength. I’d been lifting the conference table and flexing every muscle for him, all while he jerked himself off and licked every inch of my god-like body. Eventually, like Daniel, he started to beg me to fuck him. 

 

I easily lifted him up and placed him on my 16” cock, his augmented ass sliding perfectly around it. He went wild at my show of power, wrapping his thick legs around my powerful body. Soon both of us were lost in ecstasy as I fucked him on the conference table. He licked/rubbed/squeezed/tweaked every part of my superior body.

 

I don’t know how much time passed while we fucked. But as I unloaded my third incredible orgasm inside Chris’ beautiful ass I heard a gasp.  Amanda, my boss, was standing there staring at me. She watched with a slack jaw while Chris moaned with the removal of my huge hard cock out of his overloaded ass.

 

Flicking a drop of cum from my still rock-hard cock, I smiled at her and waved.

 

“There is plenty of me to go around. Ready for a ride pussy-cat?”

 

This was going to be the best Halloween ever.

 

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