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  1. Chapter 1 Cal was searching frantically in the supply room. “Let’s go, boys! On the field in five!” Shit shit shit.” His first practice and he didn’t have a uniform. He counted himself lucky to be on the football team as a freshman, but being late to his first practice wouldn’t bode well for his future. His parents had helped him buy his own set of pads, pants, and cleats, but he was supposed to get a jersey from the school. If it wasn’t for his ass of a math teacher he would’ve been early to get a jersey, but now he was shit out of luck. Pushing
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  2. CHAPTER 9 Even though the house is sealed up due the winter cold we can hear the music thumping inside. We pass by the smokers on the porch and step inside. A huge cheer erupts from crowd. “HOLY SHIT! YOU GUYS ARE FUCKING HUGE!” I laugh as I take in the partiers’ reactions. To those who haven’t seen either Grif or Oz in sometime it must’ve been quite shocking to see their new size. One big guy pushes his way through the crowd toward us. I guess that he’s a football guy. Well over 6 ft and I guess around 250, 260 lbs athletic pounds. Not the ripplin
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  3. Based loosely in HSMuscleBoy's world. Heavily influenced by stories from soccerstud88 (not sure if current username), musclebuff, and others. Sean puts on a show "Aw fuck yeah..." Sean smirked in the green room mirror. The teen took one last look, relishing over his perfect choice of outfit, the one that he picked out just to display his pumped muscles; a skintight red shirt and blue jeans. It sounded innocent enough, but it didn’t leave a single inch of his young muscle body untouched, nothing left to the imagination. His fat round pectorals started the whole show, so big now i
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  4. Chapter 11 Waking up, Cal was benignly aware of feeling Amy get up an hour ago. Getting up, the bed frame squeaking and groaning under his weight. Feeling his nuts tighten, he moaned at the rising pressure in his sack. “Fuck me. These fuckin balls are producing too much.” Massaging his swollen orbs, feeling their contents slosh, Cal strode into the bathroom. Looking at himself in the mirror, he was accustomed to his larger size. He was, however, taken aback by the thicker, but still shaggy, beard he had sprouted. Scratching the sharp bristles, he admired how his dark brown hair now
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  5. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 I was walking like a freak of nature. I looked like one of those people who thinks speed-walking is a sport. My jogging would have been slower. But, I couldn't help myself. I was getting looks from passers-by. I didn't even care. I was eager to get to the Den and hopefully be there before Jolias has to wait for too long. But I also just wanted to see him again. I wanted to be in his presence. There was a bit of an incline leading up from the Den towards the main classroom building, and as I rounded the corner, I stumbled and alm
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  6. A trip to the fortune teller gives Mark the answer to his relationship problems, although not in the way he expected. I hope you all enjoy! ~~~~~ “Come inside Mark” I entered the small room, its walls covered with posters showing astrological signs, tarot cards, and other assorted mystical adornments. A friend of mine had suggested this particular woman, vouching for her and enthusiastically repeating that she was the real deal and could probably help me with whatever problem I was having. I took a seat across from her at a small table covered with an intricate
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  7. Chapter 5 The next day, Cal walked into the gym, his lightly tanned muscular chest peeking through his new tank top. Walking into the locker room, he took a moment to admire his new features. His sharper jawline really added more depth to his face, and even his hair had begun taking on a glossy sheen to it. Adjusting himself down below, glad to take Big Jim’s advice on getting a pair of form fitting boxer briefs. They did better to cradle his enhanced package and helped keep it strapped to his leg. Still, his heart perked at the ease he was still able to see his bulging genitals.
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  8. Chapter 9 The next day, Cal woke up, his huge erection greeting him from under the covers. Jerking it slowly, he pictured Amy’s naked body, her womanly curves fitting around his huge member. He remembered having to tell Becca something about Amy leaving early, and then of him eating most of the pizza she brought home. Feeling the soft skin against his calloused hands, Cal admired the sheer girth his cock had amassed. Squeezing his furry nuts, he felt the pressure of his morning load fighting back. Flicking the massive tip, feeling each tap send ripples of pleasure up his spine, unc
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  9. Chapter 8 Staring at the muscled hunk before her, “Fuck me.” Amy’s eyes were darting up and down, trying to take it all in. “Your sister said you were getting buff, but this is fuckin’ unrealistic.” Cal’s face split into a smile of adoration, his sparkly-white teeth glinting in the light. “Yea it’s been getting pretty wild. And as you can see, it’s paying off pretty well.” With that he flexed his bicep, the chiseled peak expanding like a balloon. Defined to a fault, his biceps and triceps clearly outlined, with an angry vein snaking across the top. Amy’s eye
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  10. PART 8 If you asked me a few months ago, I'd never have expected a superhero built like Atlas to grab me and put me on top of his meaty shoulders, before starting to fly across the skyline of Seattle with speeds that made my cheeks look like a dog with their face outside a window. Still, Sam's initial control of his flight was incredible. He had raised us high enough in the sky that we were little more than dots to the eye of an average citizen, perhaps the reason why he had decided to fly rather than take the subway. "WHERE-ARE-YOU-TAKING-US?" I was shouting at the top of my lu
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  11. Chapter 7 The next few weeks were a bit tumultuous. Tests, quizzes, projects, practices, games, personal time; and all the while Big Jim continued to train Cal harder. The week before finals was rough: endless studying, longer practices, and the coming holiday stress were beginning to wear Cal down. All the while, Cal still managed to put in at least 2 hours at the gym, preferably going at night. His busy schedule left little ‘free time’ for himself, leaving his workouts to be hard in more ways than one. The few people left in the gym at that time usually didn’t notice his semi-ere
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  12. To avoid potential confusion, and in case it isn't obvious, the first part of this chapter is from Jolias's point of view. It's a new thing for me, to write from a separate character's perspective. Hopefully it isn't terrible. Thanks again to @MadMutter for allowing me to use his OC Jolias. Part 4 He's so cute. The light hair he keeps in an undercut style, his light brown eyes which might even seem more golden than brown, the fact he's taller than me... He hits all the right buttons for me. And, the fact he's constantly nervous is just even cuter. Not alone, but the
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  13. Chapter 6 School hadn’t always been one of Cal’s pleasures, but today, it was a near winner. Walking into class, he soaked in the attention affixed to his bulging muscles and obvious endowment. He knew some of the other boys took part in the grey sweatpants trend, but he outshone them like a goddamn supernova. Sitting down, he looked to his right into the unblinking eyes of his classmate Ethan. Ethan had a bit of a twink look to him when they were younger, but Cal admired how the guy had filled out his frame rather well. Giving him a wink and a glance down towards his bulging packa
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  14. Hey there! It’s been a while. Just got a little short one for you! Oh and I’ve been building together a story archive on my Patreon for those of you interested. With stories included from my all 9,000+ usernames (musclegod300, teenmusclegod, soccerstud88, etc...) Enjoy! TWIN DEVIL “God damn, bro... Why am I growing so much bigger than you!?” Joseph, boasted in front of his twin brother, Alex. Flexing his hugely eclipsing bicep. High above their small gawking heads. A whopping 20-INCHES now! Not just one-inch bigger… not just two-inches bigger, but TH
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  15. Chapter 10 Jogging home, feeling his quads fire up again, Cal felt the urge to run a marathon, he had that much energy. Passing by Mr. Roberts’ house, he stopped by for a moment. Entering with the usual hellos and small talk, Cal went down the hall. Checking the closet again, he gathered the rest of the 3xls: 6 tank tops, 3 wifebeaters, 2 jerseys, 4 athletic tees, and 2 more sweatshirts. Digging through the drawers, pulling out 2 more 3xl sweatpants and 4 more nylon workout shorts, Cal tossed them on the bed. Finally rooting around the top drawer again, he grabbed the rest of the 3
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  16. PART FOUR (Four years later.) I wake up on several mattresses strewn about the basement floor of my fraternity. Some of the biggest athletes on campus surround me, most of them completely nude with the morning sunbeams illuminating a valley of curves and bulges. No one has showered since our “cardio session” last night, least of all me, and the place is pretty rank. Jerrod, a running back and my current boyfriend, clings to me with his face resting on my chest. His morning wood presses into my leg. I lost track of how many times I came last night--I recall two brothers
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  17. PART 11b “5’10”,” Lisa remarked, solemnly, pulling the tape measure away from my ruffled bedhead of hair. I was still groggy from the deepest sleep I’d ever had, but I could still see in the bathroom mirror’s reflection her own cold face, etched with worry—and sheer confusion. She was shorter than I was used to. And neither I nor my neck were in any mood to tilt so far down just to look at her; how could people enjoy being so much taller than everyone else? “How the hell did this happen?” she asked. I shrugged, with a nervous chuckle, unaccustomed to the new weight of my
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  18. This is a rehashed version of an old story from the old forum, "The Weekend with Danny." Usual disclaimer applies. Enjoy. -------------------------------------------------------- Danny watched from the window of the living room of his home as his parents drove off for the airport, preparing to start their two-week vacation in Puerto Rico. They wanted to enjoy a vacation in an exotic location, but they didn't have passports. Luckily for them, passports are not needed when traveling to U.S. territories like Puerto Rico and both of his parents are fluent in Spanish. His moth
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  19. Have another batch of these! Page - 88 - 95
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  20. Tim was sat in his flat, his body swollen and twitching. Cole was on his knees, slowly licking Tim’s 10 inch cock. “So........” Tim said as he shut his eyes. “Your telling me you’ve been spying on me for Kyle. Little Kyle. Bottom boy Kyle. And he’s now turned himself into some type of musclebound freak. A walking roid factory. And your little growth spurt is thanks to his super cum?” Cole grunted yes as he kept slurping Tim’s cock. Coles recently enhanced shoulders and veiny arms visible. He now looked like a pro bodybuilding freak, but still tiny at the f
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  21. PART 7 Spending hours after midnight to scroll through the Internet was something akin to a ritual for me. I'd grab a bag of Cheetos and two cans of strawberry soda, and I'd proceed to stuff myself with calories until I was more junk food than human. My main online presence was flocking in the Unhumans Forum, a non-profit website that was a beacon for all the fanboys that wanted to talk about superpowers and superhero/supervillain sightings. Subject to various controversies by the main media, the forum was also capable of 'unmasking' heroes and villains alike. The combined power of people
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  22. Oz: “C’mon, let’s see how BIG of a man you really are.” Then, Oz slowly turns his head and looks directly at me, staring at the two naked hulks from down the hall in the utility room. I’m immediately mortified, I didn’t realize they knew I was there. I wasn’t exactly hiding, but I didn’t look away or do anything to stop them either. Oz shouts down the hall, “Hey Rory, you wanna see which of us is truly the BIGGER man?” I gulp. CHAPTER 8 My brain is going haywire as I stand there at the end of the hall. This isn’t really happening right? My mind is currently
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  23. Chapter 4 The next morning went by like a blur. It’s amazing how far a little extra muscle carries. Cal remembered waking up the next day, feeling the new power of his enhanced meat. Taking the weekend to get accustomed to the rest of his growth, he planned for a better-than-ever workout at the gym. Strolling in with his longer stride, his workout clothes just tight enough to feel his bulging muscles stretch against the fabric. Best of all, his soft junk down below feeling more pronounced than usual. That afternoon was a haze of new personal records and an increasing r
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  24. Hello, this is the first story I’ve released. I’ve definitely read some better ones but I hope you enjoy this one. Bigorexia I never thought that it would get this bad- the total loss of control I felt. It forced me to consume everything on my path to becoming a behemoth. I no longer had restraint. Anything that could make me grow was a no brainer. It wasn’t always like this. When I was growing up muscle was always something I admired, but never something I needed. That changed when I turned 18 and looked in the mirror. Something was wrong with me. I saw my
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  25. This is the last of the non-growth parts for now. I still have around 3-4 more parts in me before going on hiatus again. In preparation for the next batch, when I'm capable of working on them, I would love to know which of the existing parts (from the first to the most recent) you as a reader enjoyed reading the most. I've been exercising minute differences in each of the recent parts to see which would be the most entertaining/readable, and while some of the comments do help in shaping how I continue this story, your concrete answer/s would be greatly appreciated as well as any comments, sugg
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  26. Author's note: This section may seem a bit out of place, but it originates from a question someone posed in a DM - We have seen how John feels trying to cope in a world of littles. How does Gabriel cope in a world of men who are giants to any normal human? So this is perhaps a small answer to that question... Chapter 9 - Destiny - Part 4b - The Enemy “Hey Mister backstabbin' son of a bitch / You're livin' in a world that'll soon be dyin' / And I know - Everybody knows you try to be like me / But even at your best as a man you couldn't equal half of me. / I am realizing tha
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  27. A little something based on a news story from a few years ago: https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2018/feb/16/us-tourist-punched-police-officer-at-buckingham-palace AN AMERICAN IN LONDON Matt had been an officer in the Metropolitan Police for three years, but he reckoned the most boring patrol was Buckingham Palace. Nothing but tourists taking selfies; it was just about the easiest shift in the job. Today they were expecting a convoy for some Royal. Matt didn’t care about the details. He just had to make sure the barriers were clear. “Yo Matt!” said his colleague R
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  28. Author's Note: Totally didn't give myself enough time to do this up right. Didn't really proofread but I hope that doesn't make it less enjoyable for everyone. After this event I might repost with some further editing. Enjoy! Embrace Muscle! The college library was in a huge building, multiple floors with blocks of shelves filled with books, most of which were donated by other libraries or stores. Some sections were definitely a mess as they didn't have the staff to sort through everything. The library has quite a number of magazines of different lines, which you’ve spent some time l
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  29. This is a continuation of my story, "The Pool Boy" that I wrote for the third Storiversary. As always, same disclaimers apply: always practice safe sex, all references to real people are coincidental, etc. Also, traumatic events in the lives of others should always be addressed by professional. If you or someone you know was traumatized in the past, please seek help as soon as possible. Old wounds don't heal unless treated. ------------------------------------------------- Brett arrived at the Martinson's villa ten minutes early, just as he intended. Normally on a night like thi
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  30. That’s when he heard a knock on the door at the top of the stairs. “What are you doing down there?” It was his mother, coming to check on what all the noise of moving furniture crashing around. Stew’s face sank. He looked at what he had done to himself and wondered what his mother would say if she saw him like this. “Just a minute” he yelled back. “I’m… I’m getting changed out of my swim trunks” he improvised. “What was that noise?” his mother questioned. Stew thought quickly. “I just fell over. I’m fine though, really” This seemed to satisfy her curiosity,
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  31. Sorry for the wait, I would have uploaded two days ago but I had to figure out what I'm gonna do with university and all, decided not to do a placement year and just finish it next year. Oh well, we'll see how it goes. Also, this chapter will introduce an appropriate... horror element to the story, so I hope you enjoy. PART 9 When you’re alone in bed, trying to piece back your broken life, time seems to move at a faster pace, as if desperately trying to make you lose your deadline. It had been two weeks after Sam showed me the video of my dad killing a Province agent in t
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  32. Chapter 3 Waking up the next morning, Cal sat up in a nervous sweat. All night he had been plagued with dreams of muscles, weight lifting, and football. Remembering last night’s events, he thought it might’ve been part of the slew of dreams. Uncovering himself, he was meant by undeniable proof. Grabbing his newly enlarged meat, Cal went over to his desk to measure it. He could feel it’s increased weight. Not to mention the feeling of his heavier balls swinging back and forth. Grabbing his tape measure, his heart thumped at the number ‘8’ meeting his engorged cockhead. H
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  33. Chapter 2 Swinging around, Cal looked up at an enormous muscular chest filling out a football jersey. He immediately went for the door. “Woah woah woah. Calm down buddy. Don’t worry, I’m not here to hurt you. In fact I can’t. In case you couldn’t tell by this unhealthy blueish glow, I’m a ghost.” “What the fuck” “He he.” His deep resonating tone chuckled again. “I remember the first time I appeared to someone. Didn’t go well. I actually had the cops called on me. Unlucky for him I can choose who I appear to, the cops almost took the poor sap awa
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  34. Hyper Men of the Empire Do not worry citizen. All have been taken care of. You have been taken care of. Take a deep breath. And relax. All have been taken care of. You have been recruited. You will not be a civilian of. The Galactic Empire. Anymore. You have been recruited. RELAX. No human interaction is allowed during. Adaptation. The entire. Adaptation. Is facilitated by computer software. You will not leave the. Adaptation Chamber. Until adapted. There is no reason for worry. RELAX. Take a deep breath. And relax. All have been taken care of. You have been recruited.
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  35. A strange man in a grey hat and coat walks into people's lives. With a quip and a smirk and little white card, the darkest desires of your heart can be yours. But be careful what you ask, some dreams might be best left untrue. (If you are new to Jack and his perverse wish fulfillment, buckle up for a wild ride. For those of you familiar with the original series, I've turned it into a novel with even more intrigue, sex and growth.) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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  36. The Onyx Heart The darkness was cold and silent. Michael couldn’t see anything past the tip of his nose. He was scared, looking frantically for anything to grasp on inside the void. “Michael? Is that you?” A familiar voice echoed through the black infinity, calling up for Michael. He started running desperately towards its direction. He felt his heart was going to burst out of his chest, as he fought his way through the nothingness looking for the source of the voice. “Michael, help me! I can’t take it! Please…! Make it stop…”, echoed the voice, slowly fading away.
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  37. Chapter 1: I hated Ben. More than I hated myself for going back to that gym day after day knowing what I was in for. I was always kind of small. At 19, I was only 5’5, and barely 130 pounds. That’s why I started going to the gym. Some half-assed attempt at bulking up, I guess. It didn’t make much of a difference - my body was never really fond of gaining any weight. At the end of my first day, I was getting ready to leave when someone came up to me while I was changing. “Looks like we’re the only two left in here.” I hear from behind. I whip my head around to see an orgas
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  38. **actual people represented in this piece gave their consent** I won a contest. An international contest. I submitted a long-form story, a novelette if you will, I wrote about my experiences with my wonderful Uncle when I was younger. I can admit now I had a crush on him. He was so burly with a constant five o'clock shadow. He was better off than my father and fashionable and friendly and fun. He always had college-aged roommates. He was strong with big square shoulders. I didn't understand then how much I liked his body and wanted to be like him. He was good at every sport and alw
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  39. This is my first attempt at a story. I wrote and posted it on MetaBods a couple of years ago and then didn't return to it until recently. I hope you enjoy, and look forward to new chapters in the future. This is the story Stew, a short and scrawny teenager. But after he discovers a magical artifact, his life becomes bigger and better. ~~~~~ Stew was a typical teenage guy. He had just started college, but he was off for the summer. He studied at a local school, so he lived with his parents. Stew had only made a few friends in high school, but he was trying to get out of his shell
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  40. I have to be honest, I have this stupid fetish that I want to be the smaller one just for one night. I am a big man. I am 6’1 240lbs. Not all fat, just big and naturally strong. I get my course of action, but mostly, guys want me to show off how strong I am, lifting things, lifting people. That is all fun and all, but I want to be the one being lifted. I want to meet a guy that is taller than me, bigger than me, stronger than me. I know the chances of meeting that guy that meets those expectations is near impossible. Until last night. I was with a group of my friends at a
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  41. Rays of sun came in through the window between the curtains, showing the dust that danced silently as it fell through the air. I stretched my arms straight out as I yawned and woke up from the best sleep I’ve had in ages. I delighted in the feeling of my huge muscles as they bulged and flexed while I stretched. Erik was already up and about, as he was the earlier bird in the relationship. I struggled to prop myself up into a sitting position, my mobility limited by the massive mounds that were now packed onto my frame. My oversized schlong draped over my yoga ball sized gonads and on
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  42. PART 3: Powerful Rumblings The colossi, particularly those of the C.W.L., were world-renowned for having intensely, preposterously, unfathomably huge everything: muscle mass, egos, appetites, bank accounts, sex drives. And heaven knows their emissions are just as legendary. When your body intakes food by the multi-ton, that's going to fuel an equivalently hefty level of metabolic processes. Colossi need their own special cavernous bathrooms with equipment that can handle them. Your average urinal is not going to adequately handle a 10+ foot dick pissing with pressure ­­harder than a fire
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