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  1. congobongo

    Path to Godhood

    You heard your name and the audience started applauding. As you stepped onto the stage people slowly stopped the cheering and were left in awe letting audible gasps escape their mouths. Those who had seen photos of you on social media were speechless upon seeing you in person, and the very few that had just learned about your existence had to rub their eyes to make sure they were seeing right: An almost 8' tall 21 year old man with an incredibly handsome face and his whole body in proportion to a couple of arms so wide they could easily lift 10 people each, all of it shoved tight into a white shirt that seemed to be about to burst and some black trousers equally tight and with an obscenely big bulge at the front. Even the host, a young professional woman, was shocked to see you in person. By the time you got to the guest couch, you saw some of them had started touching themselves and many others that were resisting to join the fun. You smiled. After you sat on the couch, which was just a bit small for you, it took the host a whole minute to come out of her amazement and greet you. It was your first public appearance as a young celebrity, you had given interviews before but only to magazines, so this was the first time you had a live audience. -Hello and welcome to our program -As most people that approached you, she was struggling to talk. She looked like a teenager girl speaking to her crush- Just four months ago you were posting the first photos of yourself online and now you are signing collaborations with sports brands almost everyday, how did it all start? Everyone was expectant for your first live words. You started speaking and your deep masculine voice filled the room. -Well, I knew I couldn't keep this to myself. Wherever I go, people always turn their sight in awe towards me, and this has always been this way, so I decided to share the views not just with whoever that happens to stumble upon me in the street, but with the whole world. -Wow -The host was almost speechless. She couldn't believe how narcissistic you were and how much that turned her on- But let's talk about the elephant in the room. During the four months that you've been active on social media, many people have claimed that you were gaining muscle suspiciously fast. Seeing you here makes it obvious that you don't Photoshop your pictures, but nobody has ever witnessed someone else growing naturally growing so quickly, so the question has to be asked: Are you... -You laughed so deeply and loudly that many people kept hearing a beeping sound when you were done -No, I'm not doing drugs -You chuckled again- I'm just in my growth spurt. -Your growth spurt? Doesn't it come a bit late? -Yes, it certainly does. I just have this weird condition. You see, I was born quite big, as a baby I was the size of a three year old kid and had the strength of a 10 year old. The doctors had no idea how it was possible and they kept watching on me. When I hit 13 years old I was already 5' 6" and could easily lift two adults at once, but when I went to do a checkup, the doctors found that I was nowhere near puberty, even despite my huge size. For the next year's I kept growing at quite a fast rate both in size and strength until last year when I hit 6.9'. Then I was stuck there for a while, but about four months ago I started growing again at a faster rate. My doctor says that given my condition there's no way to know, but he thinks that I'll keep growing for the next couple of years and that I'll reach 10', but I'll be taking some supplements to reach at least 11'. You smiled the whole time you were talking. The audience couldn't believe what they were hearing and neither could the host. -So you've just reached puberty, huh? Hasn't it been a bit embarrassing for you engaging with girls before, you know, being prepared? The public laughed nervously. -Not at all, I've always been pretty big, that's never been a problem. The host looked down at your pants. -And how big exactly are you? There are photos of you on the beach wearing a custom brief that almost reaches your knees, and whatever you wear you seem to be packing some serious deal between your legs -She was starting to sweat- Many suspect that you fill your underwear with socks. -I've already answered that a couple times. I'm currently 20" soft, and anyone who's subscribed to my mature sites knows I'm not lying. Everyone was staring at you with their eyes open. The host was finding it more and more difficult not fingering herself right there -Oh my God. Can I ask you, how was your first time with... that? -Oh, I barely remember it. It was with my babysitter, she decided to give me a bath, she was pretty hot so I couldn't help getting hard. When she saw my 10" cock at such a young age, along with my amazing body, it was her who couldn't help to start sucking on it. Just a couple minutes later she was beneath me, moaning and almost passed out as I rammed inside her furiously. I barely knew what I was doing but I kept going on for 30 minutes until I had climaxed a couple times. After that she was unconscious and when my parents came back they found her, still in the bath and full of my juice. -I'm sorry -The host interfered- but you said you hit puberty just months ago, how could you be producing semen at such a young age? -That would be a great question if it weren't for my condition, regular human development just doesn't apply to me. Anyway, after that I kept fucking most women I met: babysitters, teachers, nurses... All of them became pregnant, even if they weren't ovulating. To this day I must have a couple hundred children, many of them close to my age, and all of them incredibly hot. At this point, the host was rubbing her pussy and sweating like a bitch. She struggled to read her notes and ask another question, but she was obviously too busy to do it properly, and you suspected that the question wasn't actually on her notes -Uff... uff... D-do you... Do you have a girlfriend yet? -I do, but she knows she can't keep me to herself so we have an open relationship. Not for her, though, she doesn't want anything with anyone besides me. Despite that, she always participates in the orgies I bring home, but she's always the hottest of them by far. After all, she's my daughter so she has my amazing genes as well. You know; tall, hot as fuck, measurements beyond anything human... Despite how fucked up was everything you were saying, people didn't seem to care. They were to busy masturbating and worshipping you in their minds to think about moral issues, so you decided to talk about your plan. -I already have a number of daughters all across the world, all of them hotter than any other woman that has ever existed, and since my genes are beyond perfection, I've had more daughters with them that are even hotter. My objective is to populate the world with my daughters, improving the species beyond anybody's dreams. To achieve this, I'm also fucking men so hard their balls implode and are left sterile. All of them agree to it and I grant them the best orgasm of their lives. You got up and stood there looking at the cameras, since you arrived there you had grown a bit more, specially your muscles. Your shirt was so tight the buttons flew away as you moved and the bulge in your pants pressed hard and proud against the fabric of the trousers. -So be prepared, because I'm going to fuck every person in the world.
  2. Freaker2

    Fort-M

    Fort-M 1A1 - I Must Die It was 2 weeks ago when my whole world changed. It started in the middle of a dimly lit area of my gym's car park. When I collided with a huge, handsome, pumped muscular man. I was leaving gym after my usual 4 times a week 2-hour workout that I perform almost ritualistically and as regular as clockwork. Am I addicted to bodybuilding? Well, I guess I am addicted to bodybuilding. But who wouldn't when you get to enjoy the results as I do. At first I only caught a glimpse of him as he walked towards me through the darkness to an also dark area where my car was. It must have been the way he walked (given there was just enough light) to see he was huge and 100% prime lean A-grade pumped muscle. Yeah. I could tell. It was obvious, given my considerable experience that his legs were really pumped, and for just a moment I had to look away to avoid stepping into a dark pot hole. Then, suddenly, he was on top of me. And he baulked first as if he hadn't seen me. But I was sure he could see me. "Sorry", he says in a deep yet teenage voice, and compliments me. "I can see you have a good pump going. You did arms and chest, hey"? ..."Yeah, I did", I say noticing how pumped my Pecs and biceps actually feel. Then, for what seemed a long moment he just stares at my body as my eyes adjust to the darkness. Suddenly I can see just how truly massive he is, under his tight fitting long sleeve t-shirt as he just stands there as I adjust to this unprecedented reality. Time and space then seem to warp to fit the whole of his huge massive body into view. Then I feel myself falling. It's like his mass has created a weird gravity well sucking me in. AND HE KNOWS. "So what do you think of my Muscular Development", he asks almost coyly? But I'm simply frozen in total awe because on the one the one hand, one of my calloused muscular paws from lifting dumbbells, I didn't know where this extremely hot young handsome bodybuilder came from or where this encounter is going. And on the other of my strong muscular hands, I very much instantly loved what I was staring at. Naturally I wanted him to stay where he was and didn't care about where he came from. I just wanted to keep staring at him. "But hey! How can you tell"? And continues, "When I have all these clothes on"? Suddenly I could tell he was acting coy, and I finally realise he's as big or bigger than Ronnie Coleman (my standard reference bodybuilder). Even at Ronnie's absolute peak muscular development. Then what was left of his modesty evapourates when he smirks, and looks down at his Pecs. Then starts looking at them one side at a time. And he does it several times before hitting a quick most muscular pose with flashes of distant light from his brilliant white perfect teeth set in a very friendly, even inviting smile. He then transitions into a Lats' spread and finally inflates his huge chest. I stand and stare and hear the loudest ever in-rush of air through pursed lips ever. Immediately I need to kiss those lips. To kiss him as I look up into his ultra clean nostrils momentarily lit by a distant car's headlight. It's the most astounding Lats' spread I have ever witnessed. And his arm pits are huge. I could probably fit my entire head inside each of them. And even in the dark, wearing a tight fitting t-shirt, I can see way too much for my brain to handle as his magnificent body tests my ability to contain my lust flushed as it already was from my erogenous post workout pump. My "known" strong heart is being tested by my watching his inflated chest continue to inflate. It's a huge turn-on for me, and as his chest continues to inflate I can hear his t-shirt slowly, little bit by little bit starting to rip. Suddenly 2 louder rips when he sucks in 2 quick gulps of air. I can tell by those sounds where the stitching has just ripped as I stare at what must be a 65 inch chest packed with muscle stretching his t-shirt way beyond its limits. And the fabric becomes pleated as it stretch inside his arm pits! Yet as it stretches it also hangs loose like a curtain from his Pecs and covers his Abs. But it also rides up enough I can see his lower waist is so waspish the sight of it makes me stagger in disbelief. I mutter, "You're not real", just before my legs go weak, and I think "How can I be afraid of him? He's either not real or he's as huge as a Mr. Olympia, if not bigger and he's looking at me. He obviously has come to meet me". Then I become completely fascinated by his sexy handsome smirk. A smirk that shouts "I'm a friend", and I have no choice. I involuntarily surrender to him - without a second thought. I mean his face is so masculine and it oozes egalitarian friendliness. And he also exudes normality - even here in the dark! But my timidity holds me back as he proudly rotates his torso and displays his amazing Lats development. They move from side to side, and into my face. This helps my timidy disappear. So when he verbally invites me to feel his Pecs my hands go for it. I reach out and grab the extreme sides of his Pecs. I cup them with both palms and squeeze hard. Instantly I faint when it hits me. His Pecs are so hard and solid, yet I know he isn't flexing! When I wake he's kissing me. Sucking and massaging my tongue and holding me up by my Lats. My feet off the ground, and as my eyes widen he stops, smiles, and asks, "Feeling better"? I start blinking and he says, "Watch this", and when my feet touch the ground and I stagger at first, he re-supports me until I regain enough composure, and starts grunting as he hits a most muscular pose. Flexing and reflexing and smiling and staring into my eyes as he bites his lower lip as he flexes. Then he pokes out his pink tongue, just a fraction, making me want to suck that tongue. But I think how can I? Compared to this marvel of muscular magnificence, I'm just an old man. Well, 50 actually. But hey! I still look 35, so people say, with a body fat less than 8%. So maybe he thinks I'm under 30 because it is pretty dark around here? Whatever he thinks about me he lifts his tight long-sleeved tee-shirt over his head. Then gets stuck. This exposes his amazing Abs. And they are absolutely stunning. Protruding deeply forward with cleavages. It's a 6 Pack! No! An 8 Pack after I do a double take. And he starts to struggle. Or is he acting? So I'm about to lend a hand when I'm shocked by another louder sudden tearing sound. It distracts my gaze from his incredibly narrow waist up to his armpits. "Darn, I did it again" he mutters behind the fabric covering his face. "Oh well", he says and inflates his chest some more. Then there is another tear. And it really scares me because his shirt almost completely disintegrates and releases mounds of thick and very solid shoulder and Pec muscle that bursts from their confinement. As does his face. And his chest now seems like 70 inches. "I expect you like what you see", is he says with a big smile? "I hope you do", he adds. But his torso is still constrained by a short sleeve tee shirt. It remains in place! But it doesn't stop him. He immediately hits a magnificent double biceps pose. And it forces his short sleeves to ride up his biceps into his huge Deltoids, and he stares at his left arm and gives it an extra flex. That instantly tears it as well. And allows his biceps to reveal their final peak. Making my eyes light up and so wide they could pop. "Look at your arms", I blurt out. "They have to be at least 26 inches". And he then adds, in a matter of fact voice, "And my biceps are not even pumped like yours, my friend", and he kisses his peak with a loud self-indulgent, and clearly self-satisfying suck. Making a deliberate pop that matches the complete naturalness of his self indulgence. And that really made my heart skip several beats before it started to pound. And pound so hard my gym-pumped arms and Pecs started to feel like they might explode, and he turns his head and just "pops" his left sleeve the same way and the pump in my arms instantly doubles! And my heart feels like its about to burst out of my chest as he stands there facing me, almost pressing himself into me. Looking side to side at his arms, "I love my arms", and sucks and kisses them as if he knows that sort of self worship turns me on. As it does. He then gazes into my eyes and I realise I'm about to faint again! But somehow I manage to shake my head, deliberately, and instead take a long deep breath and realise I've just inflated my chest too. This really makes him smile, and I suddenly realise I've inflated my 49 inch chest reflexively, without even thinking. Because I feel so simpatico with this young muscle God who exudes a massive and relaxed confidence I've never seen before. So suddenly feel both excited and in control. And I find this situation both impossible and totally real. "But who wouldn't love those arms", I ask myself as this incredibly young yet muscularly mature boyish man continues to kiss each of his biceps' peaks proudly, confidently while exaggerating the sucking sounds as his self-loving lips pop off the top of his high-rising biceps' peak making them darken in the darkness. Then his lips make a particularly sharp popping sound. That means his biceps have to be as hard as granite. Then he struggles to reach into his back pocket? It isn't a lack of flexibility. He seems to have great flexibility. It because his back pocket is so tightly closed because his bulging butt and thigh muscles stretch his pants so much. But eventually he manages to hand me a card, and says, "Call this number". As I look at the card he embraces my shoulders with his powerful paws and kisses me, turning my legs to jelly, so when he lets go I fall to my knees! And as soon as I look up all I see is a gorgeous arse vanishing into the dark. And suddenly he's gone! I call out, "What's your name", and from the darkness he calls back, "Eighty Three". I'm puzzled but distracted by impulses of erotic love. And I'm on my knees, unable to move with a heart pounding so hard I'd faint if I stood up - after witnessing what feels like a wonder of the World. So I stay there for maybe 20 minutes until my heart finally slows, plus another 10 minutes for my mind to recover. Then I stagger slowly into my car where all I can do is sit there for a good half hour. And just staring at the card. Though I could have sat there longer. But the phone number and the number 83 suddenly disappears! Completely vanishes. So when I'm home I try heating it - Nothing. Wetting it - Nothing. Even shining ultraviolet light. Nothing works. But it doesn't matter as I can never forget that phone number. And what does he mean, "83"? The next day I make the call. It gets redirected to who knows where and an answering machine. I leave my email address and the number 83. Within 10 minutes an email arrives and after 3 sleepless nights my remaining days on Earth are decided. I commit to a one-way ticket to Fort-M. It says you are 117. It also says travelling to Fort-M is like moving to Mars. There can be no turning back. This ignites my personal rocket. But my immediate priority is to work out how to kill myself. Because I must die.
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