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  1. FREaky

    Pleasure Growth Part 7

    Pleasure Growth 7 by F_R_Eaky Part 1: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1116-pleasure-growth/ Part 2: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1117-pleasure-growth-part-2/ Part 3: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1118-pleasure-growth-part-3/ Part 4: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1256-pleasure-growth-part-4/ Part 5: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1257-pleasure-growth-part-5/ Part 6: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1389-pleasure-growth-6/ Zeke burst into Sanjay's dorm room. "We've got to do something and we've got to do it fast." Sliding some papers out of open view, Sanjay turned and posed a question. "Have you heard anything from Aaron and his family?" "Yes. He went missing from their home. The whole family went out to a barn dance, but said he couldn't come along. In order to protect him, ya know? So he wouldn't go and see some strapping cowboy that might accidentally turn him on and cause him to grow. But apparently he went walking the property while do some chores and came upon the cabin I stayed in while I was working there over the summer. Oh...god!...." Zeke spun around and sat down in a chair, face turning read, hands clenched into fists. "I apparently had left a dirty shirt of mine behind in the cabin. It still reeked of my cologne. It was found laying on top of a broken bed.... GOD!" Zeke stood up and punched the Sanjay's closet door. "EASY! whether or not you break it, I'll have to pay for that at the end of the semester. So, I take it, missing you he got turned on and he grew?" "His dad told me there was a very large spot of dried cum on the floor in the cabin. The door frame was busted through and outside were some very large human foot prints. Aaron's hit the thirteen foot mark, man. We've got to do something. They don't know where he is, but we've got to find him and try to do something!" "I.... I.....I think I know where he is....sort of." "What do you mean you sort of think you know where Aaron is?" Sanjay handed him the print outs of articles about Circo di Meraviglia. "I don't know why, but somehow he's hooked up with this circus. Look at the picture...." "Oh my god he's huge!" "They measured him, scheduled for Guinness to come out and officially proclaim it too; thirteen feet tall. For some reason he goes by the name Titus now. They paired him up with a strong man to do shows. They've become quite the successful act up and down the west coast. It gets worse however." "It gets worse?!?" "Here is the last article about him. No picture, but according to witnesses, one evening after a show on Sunday, Titus' tent suddenly exploded. Several tents surrounding Titus' were knocked down as well, and several circus performers who witnessed it said that rising up from the debris of the tent was the strongman covered in white goop, and Titus who now stood and estimated 20 foot or more tall. If it matches with the estimates the doctor's and I calculated, he should be exactly twenty-one feet tall now and built like an American footballer, or a rugby player." "Holy shit......" "And it...it maybe much worse than we feared, Zeke." "What do you mean? How much worse." "Remember that I said his growth was doubling exponentially?" "Yeah..." "And that for each inch of growth he was supposed to normally have, he would grow like that." "Yes...." "I did a running model of Aaron's body, minus that jerk's formula running through it. I've analyzed all his horomone levels, blood levels, tissue samples...I've feed it all in and had the computer run a test to see what Aaron's normal growth pattern was going to be." "And?" "He was going to be a very late bloomer." "Ok?" "But he was going to bloom....he was going to really bloom. He was going to explode in bloom. The estimated growth spurt he was going to have would have put him at ....six foot.....seven inches tall when done." "Six foot seven!?! That's.... that's just over ...over a foot! Oh my god! Thir....THIRTEEN INCHES! That means!...." "Yes, he's going to grow thirteen times, in the same fashion, growing taller, broader, and uhm....more endowed." "We have to try and help him." "I don't know that we can right now. That formula that creepy geeky created is very complex. The doctors and all of us in the lab here at the college are working on it, but we can't seem to make headway." "So is he still with the circus?" "No. The article said he took off an ran away into the night. He stopped running at some point, which means he was leaving softer tracks behind in the desert sand. The wind caused those tracks to be covered up so they lost track of which direction he turned after a while." ****************************************************************************** "hmmmmmm "oooooooh "huuuuuuuuuuh" Aaron moaned and groaned in his sleep. He was dreaming. He was lost somewhere in the night. He could barely see around him as the sky was pitch black, with no stars, but he could see the outlines of billowing clouds lit up by a fiery sunset. He could hear his heart pounding, beating, throbbing, louder and louder in perfect rhythm. The air was heavy with smoke and the scent of some strange exotic flower. The fading sunlight provided just enough light to see some figured, floating and flying around him. They were spirits for they had no bodies with legs and arms, just very long shapes with tattered or fringed edges that fluttered in the wind as the moved around him. Their faces were very odd, as if carved and painted. Half had a very flat tubular face, light sky blue, with rectangular black eyes, and long flowing black hair, and a long flowing black beard? The others were a little more wild looking with their long black hair in various styles: a pony tail, a bun, and maybe kind of a mohawk, on top of black faces with enormous round brown eyes. These people fluttered and flitted around him, gliding up and down all over his body, moving this way and that, causing him to be tickled at their passing. Slowly they broke into five groups, two stayed near him, beneath his chin, the other three moved down into the darkness, almost out of sight. The two beneath his chin while dancing in circles, caused Aaron to feel a strong and powerful sensation rising from his chest. He felt his chest swell and become firm, and that firmness rose and began to jut out slight from two positions on his chest. Meanwhile the other three groups began to push at Aaron, push and heft, lift and hoist... What were they moving? What where they playing with? It was some kind of huge beam that was floppy and made of plastic. But as they increased their dance, Aaron began to feel sensations from them to, in the pit of his stomach. No in the heart of his being. No...it was setting fire to his loins. Aaron moaned and groaned and called out to no one. No one was there to tell these spirits what will happen, to let them know what happened to him when Samuil, Sampson, tried to please him. But it was too late. Floating in this void of space, with its mysterious never ending sunset, Aaron began to writhe and moan, his fingers, toes, hands, feet, began to stretch, reach, and grow longer and thicker. So did the great log two of the three spirit groups farthest from Aaron's head were holding grow. It increased in size, in thickness, in density, rising up, up, up, where it felt a hole in the sky and a cool breeze that caressed to top, which sent shivers to Aaron's piss slit. The third of the three groups farthest from him, began to dance and sway and swoop over something Aaron couldn't see, but it began to cause a warmth, and build up of power, an awakening sensation of strength and growth through Aaron's loin and groin. "Auuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh!" Aaron screamed in delight as he heard his voice lower and lower in octaves. He felt his body stretch and reach as he his head rose further into the inky blackness of space, as his arms and legs stretched forth to the few twinkling stars he could see. He could feel himself getting heavier and heavier despite floating on air. He could feel himself swelling, thickening, getting so much denser, harder, heavier, he could feel more and more every ridge and swell and cut of his body, feel his legs push themselves farther and farther apart, his arms being raised without a mental command to raise them. Aaron knew in this dream he was growing again, and he couldn't stop himself. Did he want to stop himself? All these spirits fondling over his body. How small they looked at the beginning. How much smaller they looked now. Are they giving him this strength and power? Are they feeding him? Maybe....worshipping him? Yesssssssss oooooh gawd yessssssss. Making him into....a......GOD! Aaron found pleasurable release, and the spirits all gathered in the middle throwing their faces off their bodies and then throwing their bodies away too, standing as little wisps of bronze colored clouds, chanting and cheering..... ***************************************************************************** Aaron heard the pounding of his heart once again. Trying to fight his way out of the blackness that was unconciousness, he began to moan a little and finally ask ever so softly "What is going on here?" "Shhhhhhh. Great Titus." "How....how do you know my name?" "You talk in your sleep." "How long have I been asleep?" "Many weeks." "Many weeks?!?" "Shhhhh shhh shhhh... Great Titus, your devotees are here to take care of you. All will be well." "My devotees? Where am I am?" "You are in the Wuuyoqʼa Pööngala Cavern." "The what?" "The Wuuyoqʼa Pööngala Cavern. Named after you, for it is similar to what your name, Titus, means." "What is going on? Why do I have devotees? Why am I am so big, yet so weak?" "You came in here many weeks ago. My boyfriend and I observed you, heard you approach. You looked frightened and scared, and very tired and worn, and discovering this cave you could fit into, you crawled in and passed out. My love and I took care of you and heard many things as you talked in your sleep: your interest for a man named Samuil, but your love for a man named Zeke. "A man named Zeke?" "You spoke of power and growing, and we knew we would have you be part of our ritual." "Ritual for what?" "We are two-spirited people. The modern world calls us homosexuals. The traditions of how we were dealt with, how we live in our society, have been lost, put out of history and memory by many caucasians and church leaders. But my love and I, came upon you, and decided such a powerful man could only be sent by the divine, and we have used you for creating a new culture, new ceremonies for two-spirit people. We are having a blessing ceremony tonight. As such, you are weak, as we have been feeding you herbs from a rare plant that allows you to relax so you may enjoy the devotion to your strong body." "No....I can't you don't understand what happens to me when I am aroused...." "Shush and be still... enjoy the devotion of your followers." Aaron could do nothing. He felt so weak physically, despite feeling the size and mass of the muscles on his body. He felt so out of tune mentally, it was hard to focus on anything. The fevered dream he had before, he now knew was a ceremony that had taken place. The empty blackness with sunset highlighted clouds, was actually the interior of a cave and its walls being very dimly lit by torches. The spirits that flitted around him, were these men, dancing in ceremonial masks and robes on top of him while stroking his body. Thinking on that, Aaron could feel his body; it was heavier than he remembered. The weight and girth of his limbs, yet the tightness of his waist and abs. His shoulders and back felt incredibly broad and his lats felt uber thick. He could feel air movement around parts of his body, despite lying down on his back on the ground. He knew what this meant.... his musculature had reach bodybuilding proportions. The feeling of cool air swirling and drifting around his body has happening around his ankle, his knees, the lower portion of his back, between the shoulders and triceps. This was because the muscle groups around those areas: the back & lats, his butt, his thighs and calves had grown large enough to raise him up off the ground. He could also feel his chest laying heavy on his torso. Big huge wide plates that not only spread out broad and wide, but also rose up mounding and high. Looking down his body, Aaron was beginning to have a problem of seeing anything past his chest, and his nipples had begun a migration to pointing downwards. Aaron still couldn't remember who he was, or what was happening to him and his body, but he was beginning to like his size, the strength, the power that flowed through his muscles and veins. If only he could actually move, flex, he knew he could break free, but despite being able to feel all this muscle mass, he was so weak and sleepy. Yet he couldn't let it happen again. He was already too big. These men around him looked to be slightly less than one fourth his size. But there was something in the back of his mind that liked this. Despite the scare of tossing Samuil around and nearly drowning him in a pool of cum, Aaron had felt that he was due this somehow. As if he had been very small at some point in his past for a long time, too long of a time, and now he was big, he was beefy, he was strong! The drum beats in the cavern began to beat faster and louder. Aaron's heart beat began to pick up pace with them. The men dressed up like those spirits again were dancing towards Aaron and processing up a ramp and onto his body. Again the broke in to five smaller group that headed towards his two nipples, his cock, and his balls, repeating the stroking dance and raising Aaron's prick up like some gigantic wooden phallic symbol as best they. "Ohhhh yes..." Aaron moaned, and closed his eyes. He knew he shouldn't, but he gave in to the pleasure of the strokes, to the feeling of all these tiny hands trying to heft up his cock that flaccid had to be like two times the length of their average height. He began to see in his mind a man.... a fairly big man. He wasn't a giant of a man, but he was tall, taller than many, but still there were many tall men his height. However, he did stand taller than Aaron, almost a whole head and shoulders taller than Aaron. He had a really good muscular build on him, the kind Aaron saw gymnast having. He was tan, with inky black hair, a beautiful smile and the most beautiful sparkling green eyes. But then something happened...the man shrunk... Aaron was closer to his height. And then it happened again and now Aaron was standing almost head and shoulders above this man. "Oh yeaaaaaah." Aaron thought to himself. Again the man shrunk smaller and smaller until the man was only as tall as the bottom of Aaron's thighs. Wait! The man was shrinking Aaron was getting bigger and bigger...taller...and broader...thicker... and stronger.... "Oooooooooh!" Aaron snapped to as he began to feel so many sensations. His dick was rising up and rising very quickly, becoming fully engorged, hard a titanium, and getting criss-crossed with huge thick veins plumped so full of blood. Up and up it grew until Aaron could feel a tickling at his cock head. Squinting down his body, but up above it, Aaron could see a hole in the top of the cavern. The men below had pushed and leaned or pulled and tugged as hard they could one way or another, so that when his cock became erect, it was aimed at that hole. The hole has covered in dozens upon dozens of animal skins and then wetted down with something. But Aaron felt a little troubled. He could see how much space his body took up. He vaguely remembers coming to the cavern, but he was able to fit into much better. Now... now he took up almost all of the space. He mustn't grow... He can't grow again! "OOOooooohhhhhO!" The tiny men had continued their dancing and stroking, and now that Aaron was fully erect, they were jumping onto and sliding down his cock as best and as fast as they could. Other members were stroking his balls and his nipples. Aaron began to dream again of that gorgeous man that was getting smaller and smaller. He knew he shouldn't grow more, but for some reason he wanted to. He began to see a whole group of men, that were anywhere from as tall as the hunk he saw to slightly shorter, and they all resembled him in some fashion. He knew he wanted to be bigger than them. Way bigger than them. Yes... they should become mice to him. Suddenly he felt a sensation build up in his balls. It kept building....and Building.....AND Building....BUILDING! Stronger and stronger, more and more.... Aaron's breathing was becoming rapid and heavy, uncontrolled. "AUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!" Suddenly the sensation burst forth inside of Aaron, striking his cock first and causing it to have a massive growth spurt...up...Up...UP! Up into and poke out of the cavern roof hole! "WUUUUUUUUUUH!" His prick growing taller and taller getting thicker in girth and harder in its pump and erection, soon pushed its own head up and out of the hole. The feeling of the growth against the slicked down furs surrounding the hole, sent more sensation down Aaron's schlong, causing him to buck in pleasure and throw the tiny men dancing on him off balance. Another just from his groin and his legs and arms shot out getting longer and longer and longer and longer.... His neck and head, back too rose up and up and up, or in this case scooted across the cavern floor. "Oh no..." Aaron thought. He could feel the back wall of a section of the cavern with his head. His shoulders were widening too, stretching out broader and broader until he could feel the sides of that part of the cavern with them. His butt and thighs began to feel the sides of the cavern as well, and his feet began to feel cool night air, just like his prick head was. He was growing so big now, that he was filling up the inside of the cavern, and if the muscle growth hit... Hit it did. Another sensation sent waves of power coursing through Aaron's blood, feeding his muscular body, causing the muscles to swell, thicken, harden, become denser, stronger, harder. He felt his calves bunch and swell in size, rising his legs further and further off the ground, almost causing his feet to rise and his heels to float in mid air. Aaron could feel them bunch and grow and harden into these massive heart shapes that were so big, he thought they, not the thighs, should be described as hamhocks. Next he felt the cables that were his hamstrings tighten from the calves, across the back of the knees, and up the thighs, becoming harder, thicker, stronger. Dear God! They could probably help support a suspension bridge! Then his thighs ballooned out, swelling this way and that. The cool cascading breeze streaming into the cavern gently kissed Aaron's quads and helped him feel their development: one tear drop, two tear drops, three tear drops, the meaty back bicep of the thigh swelling even larger. Aaron could feel his legs getting pushed and spread apart by his thighs. If he could stand, whenever he could stand, he would surely always have a stance with his feet shoulder, his sized shoulders, width apart! Aaron could feel them swelling so, that they became wedged in the cavern, the rock walls desperately trying to cut in his skin and carve out more tear drop shapes. But as big and thick as his thighs developed, another presence made itself known. The next surge pushed power, size, and testosterone into Aaron's nuts. He suddenly felt his scrotum become so tight it was racking his own balls, but then it began to slowly streeeeetch with the swelling and mounding as the balls grew larger and larger, fuller and heavier, even proportionately they were getting bigger. As they grew, Aaron could feel a huge swirling sensation in them as they went into hyper-drive, producing what surely was gallons and gallons of cum. Going crazy over the feeling of the heft of his balls, Aaron wished he could raise them up. They were but not how he was anticipating. The sensation moved up his thighs and into his buttocks, causing his ass to grow out just a tiny bit, and then shrink in tight, full, and compact. His ass was bubbling out to match the size and power of his thighs, causing his groin and abs to raise up just a bit. The power now spread up to his lats, back, delts, and traps, making them all bunch and lurch, swell and grow, widen and broaden, thicken and inflate, harder and denser, fuller and rounder.... swelling and growing, pushing his body further into the sides of the cavern, jamming itself in and getting completely stuck. He could feel how hard his lats pushed against his arms, how powerfully his back, shoulders, and traps pulled on his arms, if he ever got out of here to stand up, his arms would not be sticking straight down, nor at a slight angle. No...they would be hanging in mid air and would hand even further out according to the sensation hitting him now. The power coursed through his arms, snaking down the super internal highway that was his veins, which were rising up thick and full like mighty rivers and smaller streams and criss-crossing creeks. All of them sending power and nutrients to his muscles, in this case the arms, to feed and cause them to explode. He felt those arms thicken and get heavy, form into tight peak and a horseshoe, to swell further in size and density, to become huge and round and now swelling to become perhaps almost squarish. They sent the power to the forearms that grew and grew and laughed at cartoon people like Popeye, they were so much bigger sick with all those veins crossing down into the finger that grew and popper with muscle themselves. And with Aaron being so tall now, he could flex a finger and have it raise a bicep larger than any Mr. Olympia. Aaron felt his head get pushed into the wall a little further, as the column that was his neck, inflated even larger and thicker in girth, becoming solid column that could rival any from Greece, Rome, or Egypt. He could feel his traps mounding up to meet this column and threaten to engulf his head. But thoughts on that were soon lost as the sensation hit his chest and he watched it just ooze out, thicker, wider, broader, heavier, more and more like barrel, rising...rising. higher and higher, until his vision down the front of his body was blocked by the sheer massiveness of his pecs, which helped to push his fully swollen arms farther into the side cavern walls. Aaron felt like he had a whole other person, his size, sitting on his chest. As he tried to adjust his labored breathing, with each breath in and exhale out, he could feel his abs and obliques bunch and tighten, every single brick bunch out and define in, he knew he had an entire section of cobble stone road for a mid section. An entire armor of brick plates! He had a washboard one couldn't scrub clothes on, because the would get shredded and torn on these abs. "HU-WAAAAAAAAAAAH!" The sensation suddenly just dropped back down right into the pit of Aaron's stomach, his groin, balls, and cock. The dancers, were now back on their feet, madly stroking the much larger phallic pole that was in front of them, chanting away, jerking off onto the giant engorged member, and rubbing it for all their worth. Aaron felt his cock head push just a bit more into the night time air. Despite the fact of being covered in so many pelts with fur, he felt the cavern hole cut slightly into the girth of his schlong. He could feel some men outside around his feet, and although he couldn't see them, could tell that if he was standing, they wouldn't come up any more on him than his ankles, if that. He had been transformed into a god... "OH HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHU HU HU HU HUUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" The men who had clamored up the mesa to get to the top of the cavern and the hole outside, saw a sight that looked like old faithful going off, but this stream of hot, steamy liquid wasn't water and it didn't shot out of the hole in the ground, but a large bulbous something from the hole in the ground. They danced and cheered, as the white, hot liquid, showered down upon them, coating them completely. Aaron, meanwhile exhausted from the orgasm, the growth, and still lingering affects of whatever it was he had been doped with, fell asleep once more.
  2. FREaky

    Pleasure Growth Part 2

    Greetings, reposting of part 2 of Pleasure Growth. Enjoy. - Frank Pleasure Growth Part 2 by F_R_Eaky Part 1: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1116-pleasure-growth/ The next morning Aaron awoke and worked quickly. He noticed himself in his clothes, near door frames, he was taller, bigger. Using the bathroom he stared in awe, realizing his member was around 8.5 inches soft. His feet were far beyond his shoe size, beyond Zeke's which was painfully noticed as those were the closest size shoe he could wear, which he was, having stolen a pair of Zeke's boots before he left the cabin. What bothered him though was he didn't look mature. Glancing at himself in the full length mirror back at the house, he saw no shadows what-so-ever: no peach fuzz on his chin or lip, no sprigs under his arm, no feathering across his chest, arms or legs, no bush sprouting down under. Not that he expected it right away, but after last night - a growth spurt of six inches - he figured he'd see the start of hair at least. Shuffling around his brother's closets he knicked a couple shirts and one pair of jeans from each of them. He hoped that whatever this spurt was, it was almost done and this would get him through the year so he wouldn't have to waste a lot of his spare money for clothes. Aaron kept to himself that morning, packing his 'stolen' clothes. He also didn't want the family to notice that he had suddenly grown so much over night. He did like it though. He could almost see eye to eye with his dad and brothers now, he felt more like a grown man befitting his age. His entire body tingled a lil bit everytime he saw Zeke looking his way. Zeke was eyeing him with a look of hunger and lust sometimes, a look of approval others, as if there was something new that needed congratulations. Later he helped pack the truck for his and Zeke's ride to college. He arranged it so that he wound up sitting in the back that way there'd be no chance to notice and compare his and his dad's or his and Zeke's legs and therefore notice he'd grown. Besides, this gave him a chance to stretch his new legs out and he could also take off Zeke's boots, that were too small, and let his feet feel free. Not much was said after they arrived as time was used to a great extent getting the truck upacked, checked in at the dorm, the dorm room loaded, checked in at the school, orientation for dorm room rules. They were so tired that when his dad came up to say goodbye and give Aaron a hug, he didn't notice how much taller his son was. Aaron was going to love the dorm situation though, Zeke was going to be his roommate. The boys were very tired that night, so not much happened. For the next couple of weeks nothing happened either. Both of the boys were submerged in getting books for classes, finding their way around campus, finding their way around town, getting used to class schedules, and homework. There was more for Zeke to get used to as he was there on a sports scholarship and had to find all the ins and outs of the school gymnasium, sports complex, stadium, practice times. Too often one would be out cold asleep when the other came in from his day. But the love they started wasn't going to be stiffled, not by a long shot. One night while studying for a mid-term exam, Aaron was very edgy. "I'm never going to get this problem down!" He screamed and threw his book across the tiny dorm room. Rubbing his shoulder he commented to his self, "I'm not going to learn a damn thing while I'm this tense. I'm in pain." Picking up his book, he tried to study once again, but his shoulder pain spread to the other shoulder and then across his entire back. It throbbed in time with his breath and after a while the young man slammed his text book down. "There's only one thing that's going to take care of this." Grabbing a towel, soap and shampoo, he headed to the shower room. It was getting late, most of the students we either out at a club or already asleep in their beds. He turned the shower on, fairly hot, and let the steam build up while he took off his clothes. He sat on the bench next to his stall and marveled at his feet as he patted them on the tile floor. So big, long, wide, meaty, strong. He thought back to the last couple of months, how things seemed so much easier now that he was six feet tall. More people here looked at him, girls, and guys, he enjoyed the new attention. Shaking himself all over, he stood up and entered the stall letting the warm water cascade down his neck, shoulders, and back. He stood there for quite a while letting the heat take the tension out of his back. He was just about to start soaping up when suddenly, "Whoo, don't you look a sight." Before he could open his eyes, Zeke had stepped in grabbed Aaron's member, and in one quick motion managed to stuff it up his but and backed into him. "I've been wanting to feel you in me, for weeks, lover boy." "Zeke! No, not here, we could get caught." "Shhhh. Keep your voice down and we won't. Everyone in the dorm is asleep or out, so no one is going to notice. Besides we've not had a chance to see each other, like this, all nekked, wet, hot..." "Stop." Aaron said and he tried to pull away and out. Zeke's hands were to quick and still too strong. They reached behind his back and grabbed a hold of Aaron's side caressing his hips and abs, working down to his butt cheeks. "You want to leave this, now?" Zeke said as he started flexing his own buttocks making them squeeze and slightly rub on Aaron's soft cock stuffed inside him. "I want to feel you grow and fill me." With that Zeke started moving his hips and butt back and forth. "oh..." was all Aaron could say, along with a few moans shortly after. It didn't take long before Aaron felt it and tried to tell Zeke to stop once again. "S..ssss..st..t..t..t..op..p" Reaching around again, Zeke felt Aaron up from behind as best he could. "Man, you really were tense from studying weren't you? Or are you tense from making love? Why do you get so tense getting off? Wait..oh...yyyyyyeeeaah-ha ha-ha...that's it Aaron, let it go, let it grow!" Aaron had started to become errect inside of Zeke. Zeke was coaching it on. "Yeah... oh man, so long, so thick. You're up to about what ten inches now? come on! Hmnnnnfff get it up... show me how my lil man beats big old me. ..... uh, yeah about eleven now. Come on show me your foot long! whoa! ah...there it is... yes! Let me massage that for you with my butt." Zeke was lost in being filled so fully by his lover. He grabbed onto the top of the shower stall wall and did pullups on them lifting himself slightly up and down Aaron's shaft. Aaron stood there eye's rolling, skin turning red, lost in a sensation twenty times stronger than what Zeke was experiencing. But Zeke was making the most of his stiff lover. "Oh my god.... You had to stay short. If you got bigger, you'd probably have to be called yard stick. Ha ha.... ah fuck, you're so good. C'mon Aaron, say something. I love you too, the person. I want him to experience this as much as his member is. So long, so smooth, so thiiii-hick!" Zeke's eyes opened a little on his last ride down. "Damn, I must have gotten you worked up you feel a lil' BI-HIG!- er... A...aar..ron?" Aaron's cock was bigger and it was growing...lengthening, thickening, throbbing ever larger and larger with each pulse of blood. Zeke let out a couple of yelp moans and began to try his pull ups to pull himself off of Aaron. "Aaron, you're prick.. Ah-ho! I think it is grow-ING! Ah.. oh...my...god... so... big...huh..uh...so...thick....uhmf... the HEAD!" Indeed Zeke felt Aaron's rod grow, slink, further up and up his anus, and spreading his cheeks, his hole, more and more apart. He tried to do pull ups again but as far as he was trying to pull himself up, it seemed Aaron's snake grew too. He let go one time to try and get his footing on the floor then he'd turn him and Aaron around so he could be in the doorway and pull off. However, upon his toes touching the ground, he realized it was just the balls of his feet that were touching the ground, not the whole foot. He kicked them trying to get a foothold, but all they did was slide, and in the end it seemed only his toes reached the ground. No matter how long Aaron's schlong grew, this was not right... "A...a...aron? Are you growing?" No answer came from the young man. Zeke looked down and stared at Aaron's feet. They looked bigger than his. Almost as long as the tile one the floor, about 12" long. Zeke's eyes widened though as little by little, he saw it creep past the edge of the tile, but Aaron's heel wasn't moving forward. Aaron wasn't moving his feet; his feet we're growing. GROWING! Until shortly it seemed they were now a tile and a half long. This wasn't the only thing that seemed a foot and half long, if not longer. Aaron's cock was splitting Zeke in half, it felt like. Zeke tried to figure out what to do but was lost in watching Aaron. While watching the feet, he knew he saw Aaron's legs get longer and longer, a lil' thicker too, and perhaps a little bit muscular. He felt something swell, balloon up against his butt and realized it was Aaron's balls and sack. Trying to snap Aaron out of it, Zeke turned to scream out to him, but soon he was lost in realization. Aaron's torso stood taller than him, and a bit broader, his chest heaving up and down, developing more and more of a crescent look, the lats widening too. Zeke was seeing stars, in pain due to the amount of dick he had up his ass. He was woken up by the spray of water from the showerhead it was ricochetting off of Aaron's chest, for his head and shoulders were standing above it. Zeke was nearly lost in thought we suddenly he felt a tickling sensation in his ass - Aaron was blowing his load. Zeke was lost in euphoria, the sensation of the hot load flooding him, it felt like it was going up his butt, forced past his intestines, to rest in his stomach..... Zeke soon blew as well. Realizing Aaron was still somewhat in a stupor, Zeke pushed against the wall to shift his and Aaron's balance. If he didn't get off soon, the cum could dry and cement him to Aaron's, what felt like, yard long cock. It took a couple of tries, but Zeke finally succeeded in getting them turned a bit and slidding off Aaron's donkey dong, collapsed to the floor in front of the stall. Laying on the floor a while, Zeke stared across the stall at Aaron's feet; they looked HUGE! Zeke had seen size 23 tennis shoes and he was pretty sure Aaron's feet were bigger than those. Shakily, Zeke stood up and stammered, "A..Aaron, what happened?" He stood up straight and approached Aaron. Zeke's eyes came right to Aaron's shoulder. "hoooo-ly shit...." There in front of Zeke, was Aaron. Just moments ago he was a handsome, average, six foot tall, lithe swimmer's build, young man. Now, NOW....there stood a seven foot tall, basketball built athelete, with some of the largest dogs and the biggest dick ever seen on a man. Zeke picked up one of Aaron's hands, placing his in it, actually in it. His hand! That hand of his which used to dwarf Aaron's, now was engulfed by it. Aaron seemed to come out of the comatose state, just slightly, when Zeke placed a hand on Aaron's chest. He moved his head and looked down and saw Zeke standing there looking, short? "Zeke, what happened?" "Shhhhh...baby. I think you're going to need some rest." Zeke shut off the water, wrapped a towel around himself, two around Aaron, took him by the hand and led him back to their dorm room. He laid Aaron to sleep in his bed, looking at the long legs sticking slightly past the end and wondered what him and Aaron were going to do.
  3. FREaky

    Pleasure Growth

    I'm going back to finish up stories I kind of left...forgotten...got stuck and dropped... So here is the reposting of this story and soon the continuation. I hope you enjoy. Pleasure Growth by F_R_Eaky Aaron was waiting in the examination room. He traveled to Dr. Yurgi's office in the hopes of evening things out, so to speak. His brothers, four of them, had all grown to be fairly good sized men between six feet to six feet four inches tall, but for some reason he stopped. Now 18, Aaron was much smaller compared to his older brothers as he was only 5'6". He received some ribbing from them for being small, and gay, although the family was actually accepting of his sexuality, but he did wish he had put on something of the same size as his brothers so he could rough-house back and help out better with work on the farm. He did fill out a little, but in general he still looked like a prepubescent boy. Cast downward, his ice blue eyes traced the lines in the tiles on the floor. Occasionally his hand flicked his platinum blond hair out of his lowered face, and he sighed waiting for the doctor's return. With the sudden opening of the door, Aaron's head snapped up and Doctor Yurgi stepped inside. "Good Afternoon, Aaron." "Afternoon." "Well, I bet you're anxious to hear the results." "Yeah." "Well, they're good. Very good. I think we'll go ahead and see if this works out for you. You understand what we're going to do?" "I think so. My body is lacking some of the chemicals, for my growth spurt to have happened, or they have some but way to few. You're going to insert some stem cells to create more of them and hopefully trigger a growth spurt response." Doctor Yurgi laughs. "Well… kind of. It's a little bit more complicated than that, but for someone your age and non-medical background, I think you've got a pretty good idea of what's going to happen." "Do you really think this will work?" "Unsure. We think it will. Our calculations predict it should. Course, that's not always the case… But if it does, you'll have your growth spurt and come closer or match your brothers soon." "How much taller will I get?" "Oh, it should be a normal growth spurt somewhere from four to nine inches depending on your genetics." "Cool" "Here take this, it'll help you sleep and when you wake up, you'll be on your way home and hopefully growing like a weed in a few days. Nurse Cloris, there will be two dishes in the lab, one with the stem cells, the other with some antibiotics, bring both here and prepare the syringes." One the other side of the Doctor's office, in his lab, there was Wylle. Wylle had been doing lots of study on genetics and in his free time in the lab had been working on a project for helping to create a perfect man: large feet and hands, tall body, extremely muscular, large balls and dick, hairy. He was a size queen for certain. He had just finished his batch of uber-DNA and set it aside in a Petri dish when a buzz came at the door announcing some work from Dr. Yurgi. When Wylle came back, his dish was gone…. A couple of months went by and Aaron's family felt a little down hearted for their son; the treatment hadn't worked. Aaron didn't seem too phased by it though. It might have been because he was used to being shorter than his brothers. He might have just decided, well, this is who I am and I'm going to be proud of it. It might have been because of Zeke. Zeke was a young man, Aaron's age, who had come to work as an assistant hand on Aaron's family's farm for some college money. He was svelt, tall, swarthy, gymnast build, and had an interest in Aaron. Jet black hair surrounded a set of blazing green eyes, very unusual and so very sensual above high cheekbones and full lips. It didn't hurt either that he was going to be attending the same college Aaron was attending. The two struck up a partnership for chores, that turned into a friendship, that turned into something more. The night before they were to depart for college, the two were out helping mend the fence line way back on the property. Burning hot was the sun that day. The young men kept their shirts and hats on for fear of being sunburned severly. With sweat the shirts clung to their bodies as they pounded in stakes and nailed boards to the sides, rigged barbed wired in between the slats. Zeke watched Aaron struggle with some of the wood but loved his perceverance in overcoming and completing the task. His stomach turned flip flops inside when he noticed Aarons shadow turn to him whenever he bent straight over to pick something up. Yes, Aaron would watch Zeke, admiring his but when he bent over, move up the back and look at the broad shoulders when Zeke would then stand up and stretch. Hour after hour passed with the nailing, the bending, the pounding, the lifting, the groaning, and suddenly… KABOOM! The men startled with jolt and looked up to the heavens. A massive thunderstorm had built up out of nowhere and was looming in on them. Quickly the boys grabbed everything they could and throw it together to be carried back as fast as they can, both of them knowing, they will not make it. About half way home, Zeke motions to Aaron to cut loose from the wagon; they'll never make it home safely with it in tow. As soon as they're unhooked the clouds unleashed a torrent of rain and they galloped across the plain soaked to the bone. An old stall stood near Zeke's ranch hand cabin. The guys decided to put the horses down there for the night instead of riding the rest of the way to the main complex. Running and laughing through the rain, Aaron and Zeke burst into Zeke's cabin and stood in front of the door dripping wet. "Damn, that cloud burst came outta nowhere!" "Shit, Zeke…I've seen worse ones pop up." "Well then you should've noticed the signs of this one!" said Zeke laughing and throwing Aaron a towel. "What am I gonna do with this?" "Dry yourself off, duh." "Won't do much good with these wet clothes on." "Yeah, true." Zeke laughed. "True." Aaron laughed. An enormous pause developed and hung heavy like the clouds outside the cabin. Zeke stared hard at Aaron. Aaron traveled up and down Zeke with his eyes until he met Zeke's then turned his head and blushed. "This is stupid, you know that?" "What?" Aaron said surprised. "Us." "U-u-us?" Stammered Aaron. Zeke moved in and pressed Aaron against a wall. His 6'4" frame looming down on Aaron. His head tilted over Aaron's right shoulder and neck, breathing hot and heavy, as it moved over the head and tilted then on the right side. The gymnast built torso leaning in a lil' on Aaron's, the legs and feet standing on either side of Aaron's. Moments passed as Aaron did nothing but stare at Zeke's chest, heaving slowly at first, but gaining in time, faster and faster, farther and farther, until he couldn't take it anymore and looked up right in to Zeke's eyes and froze. "Somewhere, inside of you, beats the heart of a big, big man. You strive to be more than you are. You demand of others and more importantly, yourself, that you do the same work as they. You keep trying harder and harder each day. And all that macho-ism is there in this lil' package with feather fly away blond hair and those piercing blue eyes…" "y..y..yeah…" "And I fell in love with you the moment our eyes met and knew something else between us should meet too." Zeke gently lifted Aaron's face up and locked lips full and firm. Aaron melted into the wall and nearly slunk to the floor, if he weren't held up by Zeke. "You know, you're gonna catch yourself to death with pneumonia if you don't get outta those wet clothes, Aaron." "uh…ah….(pant)…really? H…h…ho..how..ow..ow… d… do I prevent that?" Zeke firmly pushed Aaron to the wall. Moving to the middle of Aaron's shirt, in one easy motion he pulled the sides away from each other showering himself with small western buttons. As the shirt, guided by Zeke's meaty hands, cascaded off of Aaron, the same guides grabbed the bands of both the jeans and underwear and pulled them to the floor. Aaron stepped out of the pile of clothes and his boots blushing all over, staring dreamily into Zeke's emerald eyes. Bending forward Zeke once again pressed his body into Aarons and whispered in his ear, "Shuck me." Aaron followed the command almost hypnotically, peeling the soaked plaid off of Zeke's broad shoulders, burying his head into Zeke's pecs and tracing the crevice down through the abs with his face. Kneeling in front of Zeke, he fumbled a bit with Zeke's belt buckle and fly button, but finally let the pants fall. When they did so, Zeke stepped out of them, scooped up Aaron, carrying him to the bed. Laying him on the bed, Zeke starred at Aaron. Aaron in turned looked down his body at Zeke's midsection. LORD! Zeke looked huge. Maybe around a foot. "It's eleven." "W..w…wow." Aaron swallowed hard. "I won't break you. I can't break you. You're so…." Gliding round and round Aaron's rim, till finally driving ever so slowly into the middle. "OH FUCK, soooo tight." Slowly methodically, Zeke plunged in and out of Aaron. Aaron sat there with stars in his eyes for a while and slowly, gradually, the rush of lust, sexual desire began to come over him. He moaned for a moment and Zeke looked down to see Aaron's prick finally stir. Slowly it began to ooze out of him, snaking its way towards his abs. With each inch longer, it began to get thicker too. "Yeah, Aaron, let it go. Get aroused. Cum with me." On and on it kept going getting longer and longer, thicker and thicker, harder and harder. "Holy shit, Aaron. Look at it go! Who knew you were such a grower!" But looking down, Zeke noticed that all over, Aaron was turning the same color as his member. "Aaron, are ya still embarrassed? You're blushing all over. I told you… I'm hot for you and you should just give in, enjoy." Zeke pulled out and kneeled down at the end, going for Aaron's crotch. Zeke whistled lowly, "Whoa, look at your balls. Aaron, if you haven't grown yet, you've gotta grow sometime soon… yer balls are huge… gotta be full of testosterone, and……cum." And he dove in licking the balls and sucking the shaft of Aaron. All this time Aaron kept moaning, groaning, turning red, almost purple, like his prick. His muscles kept stiffening, and perhaps filling out. Aaron felt the pull of Zeke's mouth over every part of his body. On his balls he felt himself swell. On his prick he felt himself inflate. On his nipples he felt himself spread. Heart pounding, heading spinning, groin burning, when Zeke finally started sucking the schlong and fondling the nips, Aaron lost it stretching his arms, his legs, hands and toes out everywhere while his hips began to buck. "Ah…ahhh….oh… ZEKE! GOD! Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Cumming loads and loads to where Zeke couldn't almost take it, Aaron moaned low and soft until he appeared to have passed out with a wry smile on his face. Grabbing a damp towel, Zeke started wiping him and Aaron off while telling him over and over, "Damn, lover. Who knew you had such a manly package. I think ya got me beat. I'm sure you have at least twelve." What was Zeke saying, thought Aaron. I know I've only got about six inches tops. "And ya know something," said Zeke as he climbed into bed next to Aaron pulling a comforter around them. "I think this summer I've helped put you through a work out cause I'm sure you're buffer than from the start of this summer." With that he cuddled Aaron close to him and they drifted off to sleep. ROOOOOM! Came the sound of the thunder in the middle of the night. It woke Aaron from a dream. Straining his eyes, he peered into the darkness beside him until the form of Zeke lying beside him came into focus. He caressed Zeke's face and then he slowly, gently got out of the bed to walk around for a bit and get a glass of water. Walking across the floor, Aaron stopped and spun around to look back to the bed. He thought he heard Zeke's footsteps across the floor. Zeke was still in bed. Looking down at his feet, Aaron almost gasped in shock – they were huge! Tapping them up and down he heard them making a nice heavy and meaty thump on the floor. What was going on? He went to get the glass of water to help steady himself. Reaching up as he approached the cabinet his hand smacked the middle of it with a loud whack! Jumping back in surprise, Aaron examined the reach of his arm. He reached out instinctively, knowing that at that height he would get the bottom corner of the cabinet, but instead his hand hit the middle of it. Shaking his head as if to clear cobwebs, Aaron walked back across the floor but stopped when he came to Zeke's boots. He stared at his feet and the boots for a long time then finally tried to slip one of his feet in. He had to push a bit to get it in, and once finally down, the boots felt a little tight! "What the hell?" thought Aaron. "Zeke wears a fourteen and a half, how can my feet feel tight in this?" The lightning flashed and revealed marks on the door frame. Aaron stared in disbelief. This cabin was normally used for the boys' sleep-overs, parties, and such while growing up. Aaron's dad used to mark everyone's height over the years on the door. What Aaron saw and realized now was unbelievable. He was staring straight ahead and his eye level standing straight and tall was above his last marking, his current height of 5' 6". He was now somewhere around six feet tall. Feeling light headed from the startling realization, Aaron staggered back into bed and curled up into Zeke. He must still be dreaming. This couldn't happen in a day or a night. It's all an image of the mind. Aaron drifted back to sleep wondering.
  4. Wet Dreams May Come - Part 12 by F_R_Eaky Part 1: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2388-wet-dreams-may-come-part-1/ Part 2: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2402-wet-dreams-may-come-part-2/ Part 3: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2407-wet-dreams-may-come-part-3/ Part 4: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2419-wet-dreams-may-come-part-4/ Part 5: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2420-wet-dreams-may-come-part-5/ Part 6: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2426-wet-dreams-may-come-part-6/ Part 7: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2437-wet-dreams-may-come-part-7/ Part 8: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2451-wet-dreams-may-come-part-8/ Part 9: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2487-wet-dreams-may-come-part-9/ Part 10: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2533-wet-dreams-may-come-part-10/ Part 11: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2548-wet-dreams-may-come-part-11/ Devon lay on the bed moaning like mad with a sound that was a mix of pleasure and pain. His testicles were swelling and growing, becoming larger and firmer by the second. But before Drake could do anything there was a sound at the front door, and it flew open to reveal Anton, Harry & Deanna, as well as Charles, all being flung to the floor by the earth itself outside. A mound of earth with various objects such as mushrooms, branches, and moss, created the figure of a man that rolled up to and through the door, but as it rolled ever closer to that destination the man's limbs and features became clearer and clearer until there in the living room stood a marvel of a man: 6' 8" tall, rugby player's build, but with much definition, a deep olive color, much like clay, with mossy hair that spread across his chest and cascaded down his head. The hair clung around his jaw line like two days worth of stubble and framed the top of his head which held two eyes that looked like emeralds. On the very top of him was an exceptionally rudimentary crown made out of what looked like chunks of gold and silver all mish-mashed together and having randomly picked up and encased precious to semi-precious to precious stones. Anton, Harry, Deanna, and Charles barely had time to pick themselves up off the floor, when they were whisked away and up into the air to be deposited on the second story loft. Chairs from the dining room made it with them which, by unseen hands, they were then forced to sit in, along with James. Drake made to move and was suddenly hit with some kind of blast that although making him take a step back, shattered into a million sparkling pieces upon impact with his chest. The stagger was just enough so that vines creeping like tendrils came in from the outside and bound him tightly so that he could not move. Then the man walked up the stairs. "Behold, Lord Oberon approaches." called out Puck. Reaching the top of the stairs the man turned towards the vine covered giant. "You have been far to wayward, Draig Coedwig, and no one disobeys Lord Oberon, especially not one of his own sons! But I do believe you have had a great amount of assistance in this, and we shall take care of the usurper to my authority... now!" Turning his head and body towards the bed, he stared down upon Devon and his oddly growing form. He waved his hand and suddenly there was a shower of sparks and sparkles that flew everywhere but onto its intended target. Oberon looked aghast and stood staunchly to attempt again, with the same results as last time. "Who dares interfere with Lord Oberon's punishment. This man shall be dealt with for obstructing nature and the will of Lord Oberon!" The fairy king fired spells again at Devon, with the same brilliant but non-affective result as a woman's voice was heard echoing on the wind. "I think not!" Suddenly there were quite a few flittering miniscule globes of light, flickering and fly hither and yon in the house, and one that shimmered brightly growing in form until there at the foot of the bed stood a tall, beautiful, athletic woman, with pointed ears, and sapphires for eyes, alabaster like skin, and fine spun gold for hair. She too wore a crown of gathered pearls and dew drops that caught and refracted the light from and to every direction. Oberon stepped back astonished then stepped forward one step and roared, "Know your place, woman!" There was a flash of light in the woman's eyes which extended throughout and past her body suddenly flooding the house with a great brilliance and her voice echoed on the air like a god's. "EVEN TO YOU, OH, OBERON, I AM NO MERE WOMAN AND SHALL NOT BE ADDRESSED AS SUCH!" The ground, the house, and many loose articles shook at the resonance of the woman's voice, but it and the light lessened to a degree and she approached Oberon, calmly but extremely stoically. "You have been drunk reading the work of Shakespeare again, I take it. I know my place, and charge thee to remember yours! I am not like the woman describe in Shakespeare, some sophomoric, dewy-eye school girl that is utterly naive. When the Earth-mother made us to rule the realm of the fey, she made us equal to one another so that there would be balance in the magic we wrought. You have no ability to outdo or overcast me any more than I do you, and you will not talk down to me like I am your lesser or I will call mother to have her way with you!" Suddenly there were several bright flashes of light. The bed, Devon, Drake, Oberon, and the woman, we down on the first floor, while Anton, Charles, Deanna, Harry, James, and Puck were on the upstairs loft, sitting in chairs overlooking the living room, all were free save Puck who was now bound by the vines. The rest of the living room furniture was neatly stacked and arranged where the bed had been. "What is this Titania? Why doest thou defy me! Can you not see that justice needs be done here?" "Perhaps and perhaps not, but are you truly seeking justice or vengeance against an adult son who desired to do something else with his life that what you wanted?" "He is the heir to our kingdom!" "Only made so recently because you in a drunken rage decided to banish the other hundred or more some odd siblings of Draig! And why worry so much about the establishment of an heir? We are immortal. Able to be killed, yes, but who would do it? The age of war amongst the fey is long past. We all work together to preserve ourselves against mankind and modernization. And if you would be calm yourself, you'd see that is the reason I am able to override your magic right now." Pointing to the bed, Oberon and everyone else began to watch as Devon's moans became louder, more frequent and breathless as he writhed on the bed. His two balls were simply gigantic now, even for a giant man of nine and a half feet tall. They had grown to the size of two small bundles, packages....and there was movement from within! Two small hands, on set in one ball and another pair inside the other ball, began pushing outward a little and then stroking down. "OOoooooooooo, fuck!" Devon began to twist and write, his hands aimlessly reaching for his balls, hefting them, rubbing them trying to reach for his cock head to rub it hard, fast, and furious. Yet he could not do so for his cock had begun to grow becoming a bit longer and much thicker. The girth kept pilling on until cock actually was as thick as one of his thighs and rested heavy upon both of them, nearly making it impossible for the man to reach his testicles and give them a vigorous rub. "AAauuuuugh! OOOOOoooooh! ....huh.... Must....CummmmmmmmMMMMMMOH!" Devon began to buck his hips and attempt to roll his massive thighs inward so that they might caress and stroke his massive balls, while his hand stretch, reached, and contorted into various twisted angles, eventually grabbing a hold of the sides of the bed and nearly crushing them to splinters. The two hands in each set of balls began to rub harder and faster eventually alternating stroke and pressure types: one moving fast and quickly in shorter and shorter strokes, while the other pushed out harder and farther moving in very long and slow but firm, powerful strokes. Finally that was enough. Arching his back and letting out a low, drawn, deep resonant moan, Devon cried out and finally reached orgasm. Suddenly one set of hands withdrew, and was seen travelling down the gigantic rod that now was Devon's cock. A second set of moans and the second set of hands withdrew inside and a secondary form was seen travelling down the great penis. A third and fourth set of moans and Devon actually blew his load this time beginning with two volleys that set out two babies with the fluid. As Devon's cock began to recede and shrink back to its normal erect length of three feet and resting flaccid length of twenty-four and three-quarters inches, the two babies that were expelled began to rise in the air and in a matter of seconds went from wee new-borns to toddlers, their cries getting louder and lower as they grew. But these were no ordinary human new-borns, or toddlers for that matter they were both extremely tall and very muscular for their age compared to human children, and they were extremely blessed in another way as well. From across the room, or even one floor up and away, one could tell these were two boys - twin boys. Another few minutes passed and the boys grew from toddlers to primary school boys, another growth school boys to pre-teens, and once more and the young boys stood as young men, just turned teenager about three fourths of the way to adulthood. And there they stood still screaming, but their eyes beginning to open, their breathing becoming normal, standing an incredible seven feet ten inches tall, near one of the only regular sized doorways in the house where they rose head and shoulders above the frame. Originally they had extremely golden blond hair that hung in small ringlets, but as they grew and aged it got longer, straighter, and fuller, retaining some but not all of the curl and taking on a darker brown with honey golden highlights. They were a perfect combination of their two parents physically. Their cries grew silent and they stood there stretching out their arms and legs, staring at their hands and feet, until they suddenly looked up with a sense of knowing and looking at Devon and Drake spoke out, "Dad?....Dad?..." "What on earth?" bellowed out Oberon. "Yes, dear, what on Earth, indeed. I was allowed a bit of extra strength to countermand your actions because Devon was pregnant with child, two children it seems, twin-boys. Mother would never allow you to kill new life simply because a son of yours strayed from your plans for him. You must swallow your arrogance and pride this time. Your battle is lost. Draig now has sixteen trappings of human life, along with pictures and documentation to prove he is human - eighteen now that he has two sons with this man. His fey magic is spent, and he is nearly large enough that nothing magical you can do would affect him. You would have to resort to hurting him. Would you do that? Have you grown so cold and hard, so like the way of men?" Suddenly there was a great blast of wind which sent Titania off her feet and skidding out the door. The bed Devon was on disappeared from underneath him, and four male fey appeared behind the twin boys binding them so they could not break free. "Most definitely, and now that the sons are born, I shall my say and my vengeance upon my son, by taking out this....this man, he claims to love and for whom he has forsaken everything!" Casting a very large spell in the form of a huge ball of crackling energy and fire, Oberon pushed his hands and arms from his torso and sent it towards the staggering Devon, who was still very bewildered and weak from giving birth. But Drake had been working on the vines and managed to snap free, screaming out Devon's name, he rushed to Devon's side and embraced him, attempting to pull him down into a crouching position in the hopes that the great ball of magic would fly over them both. Despite being held the two-twin boys managed to take single steps forward, calling out the word "Dad" in unison and with terror in voices. Their captors held them firmly and would not release them, but then something strange and wondrous occurred. Their cocks suddenly grew and inflated into a massive erection that glowed and sparkled vividly. Suddenly the two youths, clinched their buttocks, arched their backs, tilted their head backwards, rolled their eyes upwards, twisted their legs and arms, curled their fingers and toes, and.... "UAWAAAAAGH!" "UAWAAAAAGH!" Like their father Drake had done so few nights ago, it seems they somehow managed to have a magical orgasm, the power of their magic emanating from their prongs. Two balls of magic sped towards Devon and Drake with blinding speed, even far faster than Oberon's most powerful and perhaps deadly spell. The boys magic struck true to the very center and core of Devon and Drake and in seconds they went from trying to crouch down to doubling over. Low growls began to emanate from their mouths, their bodies began to contort and rise to change and yet once again...GROW! With each pound of their heart and breath of their lungs their hands and feet swelled and grew longer, pulsed and grew wider, stretched and grew thicker...bigger and bigger and bigger until they looked so odd with ridiculously large clown feet and hands to match. But then they began to moan and cry out and again in pulsed timing with their breath and heart beats their legs began to grow longer, their arms reached out further, their limbs grew out farther and farther from their torso. As they stood up, stretching and twisting to accommodate the finishing growth of their arms and legs their torso and neck began to stretch, to elongate, to rise higher and higher while their shoulders got even more impossibly wider and wider. But more than their bodies grew.... their muscles kept up with the growth, keeping the same size and proportion they had been, but now that the increase in height was done, they too partook of the energy to grow. Every muscle fiber of their body twitched and bounced. The two men bent and spasmed into various poses, like some bodybuilder who knew all compulsory moves and positions but lacked fluidic and graceful movements to change from one to the other. A dance looking as though performed by marionettes made of the Tin Man in his most rusted condition ever, the two flexed and popped and bounced their muscles as they grew deeply denser, thunderously thicker, and horrendously harder. More full and swoll they became. The mountain mass of muscles on their bodies rolled and grew fighting for every last millimeter of space on the now gigantic frames of their bodies. Their upper arms now looked to be nearly as thick as their thighs once were, their thighs each as thick as their torso. Calves we so dense and full one would swear they were the thighs if not for the shape of them. The traps rising high pushing on their ears, save for the fact their necks grew into mighty plinths that pushed them back down, somewhat. The back and chest the pushed out and so wide, there was no way to describe them but as a breathing wall. One step for either of the two giants and the earth shook for miles around them, and that was if they stepped tip-toed. Stumbling around like toddlers once more, for their legs were simply to ginormous to walk regularly, the two men suddenly snapped frozen stiff, moaning in sheer pleasure as their cock and balls now partook of the growth and simply, effortlessly, and yet oh so greatly inflated, oozed, poured out ever longer, thicker, rounder, fuller, harder that previously. They just kept growing and growing gaining in size and weight hanging fuller, longer, and lower. The balls of course finally reached their size hanging like melons compared to other men, but their pricks kept going and growing now going from flaccid to erect state. But so long and thick they were they simply grew out and down and occasionally bounced up, but slammed back to pointing downward. They were so thick and long and heavy there was no way any longer they could support themselves in an upward, standing erection. And with that the two men spewed copious amounts of spoo onto the floor as the great magical ball of lethal energy from Oberon hit them both. It hit them both and shattered into hundreds of thousands of little flicker flames off in every direction setting the whole place on fire. All of Devon's friends weren't sure what to do as they tried to figure out how to get down from the loft, past Puck, past Oberon, and out the now burning barn. Suddenly there was a great wind that arose and on it, it carried the heavy dewed form of a fog. Within an instant every single flame that was ablaze was snuffed out, causing minimal damage to the objects they were on and to the barn itself. Now a bright sparkle returned, it was Titania back from being swept out, and this time there was a slightly invisible figure of a woman behind her wearing a crown and dress of wheat, barley, and oat sheaves and a top and over gown of green leaves and moss. But whatever those two ladies had in mind to do or say, they had to wait, for the two boys suddenly clutched their sides, and then each other. The fey guard commanded by Oberon tried their best to keep hold of them but they were growing again... and growing and growing and growing and growing, yet it didn't appear that they were aging or their form maturing from the new teenage stage. They only thing that actually changed about their appearance was that their ear tops grew lower and rounder as they got taller and taller, until the twin boys finally stopped at a towering height, later discovered to be thirteen feet four inches tall, and a bit more length to their...now regular, 'wands.' Oberon was suddenly hoisted up into the air, while floorboards in the living rose up and off the planks that were coming up as well. From this newly, although properly and politely made hole, a mound of earth rose up and encompassed Oberon from his feet all the way up to his shoulders. "What is this!" "It is the work and will of Mother!" Called out Titania. "You have lost your mind and your way, Oberon. So she has given me the power to counteract and keep you at bay until such time as she deems your head is clear thinking again. However, do not think you will call upon your equal powers to get away. That is not me that has incased you, it is mother herself! And she will drag you into her and begin to re-teach you and educate you in the error of your ways. "It begins with this. If you wondered what has happened here tonight. You not only lost a son due to your temper and malcontent, you lost an entire family! You sought to destroy the human, who really had no blame nor fault to play in this. It was our son, Draig's wish to leave, to become human, and he managed to find a human with good enough heart to not only help him, but love him. A love that was so strong that upon their first night together, magic deemed it necessary to make it possible for them to have children. "Now the children were a breed between fey and human, and we could have talked with Draig and Devon about raising them and allowing the two to visit them, for they carried two traits- one from fairies and one from humans. Fey children are born adults, their knowledge and minds intact and accessible upon awakening. Human children grow from babies and must learn, be educated, learn to operate their bodies and grow into adulthood. The traits combined and had them grow physically to their teenage years, mentally a little in between, full of some knowledge, and recognition, but still much they needed to learn. They would be impossible as they were to raise into the human world. We could have offered to raise and change them in world where they could have lived, with us, but your actions have caused us, yourself, to even lose that. "Their sensing that their fathers were in trouble caused them to shoot out the only vestige of fairy magic inside them to protect their parents, but what could protect them from the hell you unleashed? They had to grow! Already by human standards they were legally declared giants, and now your actions made sure there is no doubt. Look at High Priest James! He is considered fairly tall for a man and yet he doesn't even come up to the middle of Devon and Draig's knees! He just barely reaches the bottom of their knee caps! As such with the father's genes changed, especially by magic what do you think that meant for the boys? Out of a union from their fathers they came, and if their fathers changed, so too would they. They now stand so tall James comes up but barely a quarter of the way up their thighs! When done growing and adults, they will be as tall, if not larger, than Devon and Draig! To help raise them so they could come back and live with their fathers eventually, we cannot even do that now! They are far too big to take inside a fairy hill and magic to shrink them.... And Titania shot of four balls of light striking Devon, Drake, and the twins, which simply struck them, spread it's glow around the bodies and dissipated. "Works absolutely nil!" "I know not what treachery you spew forth but..." Suddenly the earth rose up and enclosed around Oberon's mouth. "Be silent. Your mother is administering admonishment against you and you had better listen." Suddenly the ground that held Oberon began to pull down into the earth. Oberon groan and screamed, struggled, as best he could encased in the earth mound, but down he went. Down...down...down... down... until his head disappeared and one could not even tell the earth had been disturbed there. The planks that had been taken up before were all placed back, in more square and true alignment then they had been before, followed by the floor boards, then the bed disappeared, replaced by the living room furniture. Titania then turned and faced Draig. "Draig, my son. You have a lesson to learn as well, especially now that you shall be raising a family. You kept your heart's desires and wished known from both your parents and the rest of your family. Had you not done so, you might have found an ally, or at the very least, it wouldn't have come as such as shock to us. But...that part is now over. I love you... and as for this young man.... Devon, you risked much attempting to fight the king of the fairies, but if you are driven by such a love for my son as to do that, and even slightly succeed, I might add, then I most assuredly love you, for that great amount of love given towards my son. You two have my blessing on your marriage. "And let that start the bestowing of gifts and punishments, for all the great battle and deeds that have come forth from this, there is much bestowing that needs to be done. First... Devon and Draig, you have a lot of work to do in adjusting this place to your new size, both in body frame, and in family size. So with that...." Titania waved her hand and the furniture and bed all enlarged itself to accommodate Devon and Drake's new size. "There are two more beds of the same size, one for each of the sons for they need a place to sleep too. Also there is some smaller furniture more human sized, so friends, family, and guests may rest comfortably while partaking in your company. "High Priest James. Some of what you did, ran contrary to the vows and oaths you took as a priest, yet you did do your best to help my son and his companion. So you shall be given a push...something neither a punishment nor a reward. My son, and his partner, deserve a proper wedding, and you shall make sure it is provided unto them. Hold it here in the adjacent field next to the property. I shall help arrange for it to be temporarily cleared for the event. Draig's family does like to celebrate. "Harry and Deanna, you gave up part of your property, your building to house my child and his partner. In this we are very pleased. I understand that you are attempting to eat more wholesome food and grow most of them yourself in your garden, as a reward I shall help see to it that you learn from the best and your garden is always overly abundant. You shall never starve as long as either one of you lives. "Anton. You have to prominent a place for me to grant you much in the way of magic, but you also must continue to help, for my two grandsons will need to have certificates made and be introduced to the world which they live in at some point in time. But we fey do have some friends in high places...look for a promotion soon. "PUCK! As usual your forget that as royal fool, jester, entertainer, your place is not just by Oberon's side, but as mine as well. I should have learned of all these transactions by you. As my grandsons cannot learn they way normal human students do it shall be your job to teach them until they come of age, matching their physical bodies, but you shall do this at a cost." Titania waved her hands and Puck suddenly grew and swelled until was in the form of Edwin Clayworth once more. "You shall train them and to help keep up the human appearance, train them in this form and in this form you shall remain until this task is done. And one other punishment as well. Oh, think not I know not of your romp with Cobweb and Peasbottom, two of my ladies with whom you were to have no contact. As such, your punishment shall be a reward. A reward for.... "Charles. I appreciate your assistance in all these matters, Charles. I also see into your mind and know your heart's desire, something that isn't too far off from my son-in-law Devon's." Waving her hands two extremely large sandals came up from nowhere, shrunk just a little bit and deposited themselves into Charles' hands. "You shall soon obtain a world record yourself, the world's most changed or varied human, after Devon and Draig, of course. Put this on when you go to bed every night. Over the course of time you shall become a seven and a half foot tall, largely muscled and endowed man yourself. But along with the reward, I must charge thee with a task. For you see, eventually Oberon will be brought to his senses and will be released, he will then try to claim old friends again. I will not have Puck's punishment lessened by any degree. Therefore he shall be bound to this plane, and bound by you. Discover a lover of your own if you wish, even a partner for life, but let them know, until such time as my grandsons are old enough, it is your task to come here, once grown into the large man you will become, and have your way with Puck.... whether he wants it, or not. "For the now that is all. I will come visit all of thee again soon and talk more on these matters, the dawn is approaching and I must away to Mother before I can even sleep on this matters. Draig, Devon, take care my loves, and be sure to name your children well." There was suddenly many flashing lights as if hundreds of photography flash bulbs and several strobe lights were going off simultaneously and when they stopped, Titania was gone. Devon turned and asked what the weather was going to be like for the next couple of days. He was informed it was to be sunny for both. With that he smiled at Drake, pushed against the wall above the outer doorway and made it cave in, collapsing outside. Walking through the new doorway he called out to Drake and asked him to help move the twin's beds into the living room and shooed everyone away so they could get some sleep. Over the next few weeks everyone pitched in to get the barn upgraded and expanded so the twins could have their own bedrooms. The major addition to the barn, not just fixing the rest of the inside, turned out to be a weight room from Devon and Draig to train, and eventually the twins as well. Well, seeing the giant, colossal, strong men their father's were they couldn't help but desire to be as big and strong as them. Devon and Drake decided to name them exactly as they would be, but choosing regular names that sounded close to what they told them their true names were. One was Carl Dean and the other was Foster Faer which were similar sounding to the Welsh words cawr dyn and the Gaelic words fathach fear both of which meant "giant man." Speaking of giant men, Devon and Drake spent a bit of time away from the lime light, in seclusion. With occasional trips to doctors and specialists who were paid off or rewarded by Titania, to make low key and mysterious updates about the two giant men who so recently burst onto the scene. After a period of about seven years, the doctors said the men's mysterious growth that had continued finally stopped, their bones fused together as they should be and they were now reintroduced to the world even bigger and stronger than before. The Three Bars Pub crowd went stark raving mad over the sight of them, as well as the Guinness World Record people, Playgirl, and the Genitass World Sexxx Record people. For no wonder, when they came out and appeared in public, most men didn't even come up to the top of their calves, and the amount of weight they were able to bench and lift and hoist and press, even calculating things proportionately was utterly staggering. Not to mention the fact that being so tall and so hugely built and defined, it was near to impossible to figure out how to design clothes for them, let out find enough fabric to do it. Add to that fact that for the pants or shorts one had also accommodate their exceptionally long and thick cocks. Despite wearing some specialty made shorts, the Genitass World Sexxx Record judges practically didn't have to ask them to strip in order to measure, except when it came to being erect. Playgirl had to reprint that month's issue a total of five times. Back at home, the two turned on their cameras everywhere, except in rooms where the twins were located, and this time indeed made absolute millions off their pay for view website and continue to make more so today. Well, wouldn't you pay to watch when given the opportunity to see two men with these stats: HEIGHT: 192 inches, 16 feet, or 4.876 meters tall! NECK: 65 inches or 1,651millimeters. SHOULDER: 293 inches or 7,442.2 millimeters. CHEST: 262.25 inches or 6,661.15 millimeters. UPPER ARMS: 90 inches or 2,286 millimeters." FOREARMS: 74.5 inches or 1,892.3 millimeters. ABS: 98 inches or 2,489.2 millimeters. WAIST: 86.75 inches or 2,203.45 millimeters. THIGHS: 106 inches or 2,692.4 millimeters. CALVES: 80.75 inches or 2,051.05 millimeters. FEET & SHOES: 38.33 inches or 973.582 millimeters long by 15.66 inches or 397.764 millimeters wide. A size US Men's 93 5D or a size 492 in the UK. WEIGHT: 8,257 pounds or 3,745.312 kilograms, or 589.78 stone! BENCH PRESS: 17640 pounds or 8.5 tons 640 pounds or 8,001.369 kilograms, or 1260 stones. COCK: 60.75 inches, or 5 feet 3/4 of an inch, or 1543.05 millimeters flaccid and 90 inches, or 7.5 feet, or 1543.05 millimeters erect. And their balls seem like small boulders to most men. Carl and Foster were introduced to the world on their "fourteenth" birthday, looking like very large, hulking teenage boys, not yet gone through puberty which scared everyone. Well, when a fourteen year old young man, let alone two, stand 160 inches, or 13' 4", or 4.064 meters tall, wouldn't you be scared, if not somewhat apprehensive? It was no surprise when they introduced Ed as the man who had acted as nanny and assisted in raising them up to that point, although it still made many marvel for even as tall as Ed was, the twins had outgrown him by the time they were, "five." But that was a number of years ago. The twins are now aged twenty and rumor has it they are just as big, if not a tad bit bigger than their fathers. There is another rumor surrounding them, for, well... young men are young men and they have needs, especially from age eighteen through their twenties. And if they are as tall or taller than their fathers' height of sixteen feet, who will they get to be with them? Rumor has it, they decided to be with each other. But then again, that can all be seen can't it? They've now joined the live web broadcasts. You can look them up easily, or still find appearances down at the Three Bar Pub, or.... if you go through that hedge there and make right...there is an exceptionally large barn you may find interesting. How do I know? Oh, I don't... I just spread gossip around. It gives me something to do during the day... just here to cause mischief and mayhem. (wink)
  5. FREaky

    Wet Dreams May Come Part 11

    Wet Dreams May Come - Part 11 by F_R_Eaky Part 1: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2388-wet-dreams-may-come-part-1/ Part 2: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2402-wet-dreams-may-come-part-2/ Part 3: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2407-wet-dreams-may-come-part-3/ Part 4: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2419-wet-dreams-may-come-part-4/ Part 5: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2420-wet-dreams-may-come-part-5/ Part 6: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2426-wet-dreams-may-come-part-6/ Part 7: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2437-wet-dreams-may-come-part-7/ Part 8: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2451-wet-dreams-may-come-part-8/ Part 9: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2487-wet-dreams-may-come-part-9/ Part10: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2533-wet-dreams-may-come-part-10/ Early the next morning Drake came down from the loft bedroom of the barn house, to discover Devon sitting at the computer desk again, totally nude and sitting with his legs as far apart on either side as he could manage. Coming up from behind, he massaged his lovers shoulders and bent down to kiss him on the neck right behind the ear. "Morning. You're up very early." "Hmmmmm. I couldn't sleep. I think I'm still getting used to this body, all this weight, the bulges and mounds and how it lies. But I think last night gave me a set of blue balls even though we both blew. My balls feel so tender... even just resting and lying still, no moment from my legs, no touching them, they still feel as though they are being slightly racked." "Is that a normal thing?" "No....and it's not the only thing abnormal either, besides the two of us being the biggest men on the planet. I got up to see how well our show did last night, and there were problems." "Oh, no. Did you not make enough money to pay for all you needed to get done and buy?" "No... we made our goal, we made beyond that which will help you out, it's just something was wrong... The count on attendees, those watching when I got up was in the millions. Now, being muscular, hung freaks like we are, we're bound to attract quite a few followers of the homosexual set, pull in quite a few from the bodybuilding set - even heterosexuals, and pull in those that just find overly large men in height, build, or cock size interesting in an 'odd humans' sort of way. They just can't help watch being curious. But as we just listed the program yesterday afternoon, even with word spreading about us like wildfire on the internet, a friend tells a friend who tells another friend and so on, it's a bit unlikely we received over a million hits during the course of our play with Ed. Speaking of which, I've been to engrossed in this interesting computer problem to notice, is he still in bed or did he leave?" "He's still in bed. He seemed very restless last night, even after spewing his seed. I think he finally just fell asleep around dawn." "Huh...I would've thought seeing the size of us and the all the fun we had he'd have been worn out quite early last night. At any rate, this problem with the show, so I we had millions of viewers listed last night but when I looked at it this morning and saw the count, I then checked into the online pay-in account and the amount of money to the amount of viewers doesn't add up. It's not enough." "So were people watching us via their magic boxes but not paying like you hoped?" "Oh, it's possible there were some hackers who could arrange that, but not that many to be off like it was, but that's not the only thing. When I went back to check the attendance numbers, the number was significantly lower than what I saw ten minutes before and as I sat there and watched the numbers continued to go down and down and down." "Does that mean everyone is no longer watching us?" "No... it means the numbers were altered somehow. We could expect a significant drop because we were no long up and awake and sleeping - not much action for folks to see on the web. Still as big and hung as we are, a lot of folks will hang around or clock in just to watch us sleep. However, I was up, and moving about and on the computer so there should have been a little bit of a jump of attendees coming on to say hi, ask questions, or just to lurk and view. The counter should have been more varied in rise and fall of people viewing our channel. This shows we had over a million people just flood our channel and the number kept increasing but then just shortly before dawn the number started to go down and continues to do so...down....down.....down....down. Harry stopped by this morning before heading off to work, he works in computer programming. I asked him to take a look and he got into the system and checked. There doesn't seem to be any implanted code for a virus or hack, unaccounted for ISP address or other files, the coding for our channel is perfectly fine. There's no reason for this anomaly." "Well, if it is a perplexing problem to you, then I am worried about it as well, although I do not know what you're talking about." Drake smiled at Devon. Devon moved in and gave him a big kiss. Just then there was a small rumble like there was a large garbage truck or something moving outside. "What was that?" "I'm not sure. It comes from the bathroom area. It has been going on for a few minutes, being a little louder and longer each time. The area is unfinished, could it be something with the pipes?" "Possible...sometimes due to being improperly pressurized pipes will sometimes vibrate and make a rumbling sound like thunder. Well, we better get ready. We will have some early visitors today." "We will? Who? Why?" Devon turn in his chair and knelt down in front of Drake. Taking his hand in his he looked up at the giant man and smiled. "I know this is really sudden, but you said you'd love only me, and given the fact that the magic caused me to grow as big as you, and we grew even bigger, so big that we make near seven foot tall men look like children... Well, we're really not going to be able to find anyone else who will meet our needs physically and thus emotionally as well, so I thought...and as it would add one more item to binding you and making you human....Drake Forest, would you marry me?" Drake looked down at Devon for a long time and then a big smile came across his face. "Why...yes... YES I WILL! And this give me another trapping of being human?" "Yes, for you will be married, a spouse to a human now, and we take vows making it a serious, solemn, and loving contract of sorts. Plus we get a certificate and it gets registered into the court and government system. I had Anton go ahead and work up the license for it, along with your birth records and then we can get your id with your new name or your new married name if you prefer." "But, I like Drake! What would my new married name be?" Devon laughed, "Not your first name. That stays the same. It's your last name that will change. Well, you can either decide to keep your last name the same and I keep my last name the same as well. You can take my surname and I keep my surname so your name would become Drake Wiltshire, or you keep your surname and I take yours so I become Devon Forest. Or we both add each other's surnames to our own you being Forest-Wiltshire, I being Wiltshire-Forest or we decided which way we like and both take that." Drake stepped back for a moment and thought. "I like it with your name first, we sound like a place then. I think my surname should be changed to that." Devon laughed. "Done then. In a little bit you and I will become Mr. & Mr. Devon & Drake Wiltshire-Forest. For you see, James the High Priest is coming by to perform the ceremony." "Already?!? I did not know you humans planned marriages so fast. I thought they were great affairs taking a long time to prepare." "Normally they would be, but as you need to get into 'human trappings' this gives you one more, plus one more title we can apply for at the Guinness World Records." "What one is that?" "The World's Tallest Couple. And we get to have that happen tonight! I rung Nigel up, Guinness people are all ready to bring in equipment today down at the Pub to live broadcast us l, measure you, well now both of us, and then put us through the paces. Plus, once Anton gets here with your certificate and credentials, we then will head to my bank, where I've electronically deposited all the money from last night's show into my account and I will give you one third to start a savings and checking account of your own, another human trapping, and one third will go to Ed for his participation in last night's show." There was a louder rumble coming from the bathroom area and then it seemed as if birds and other creatures were making a bit of a din outside. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Drake rose to get it, but Devon called after him and told him to go up to the loft and toss down a couple of sheets - people aren't used to being greeted by giant, muscle bound, hung, nude men at the door when they knock. Upon opening the door they were greeted by James Whitehart who was looked sternly at Devon and spoke. "Are you trying to jeopardize your plans?" "What? No, we're trying to get things done as quickly as possible. Why would you ask such a..." "Thimbles full of milk laying out by your front door, along with miniature plates of food, are you trying to invite those in whom you had me put protections against?" "I don't understand. What are you talking about? We didn't set any food out last night, nor this morning." "Three plates of food, three thimbles full of milk, and a bag containing gold dust." "WHAT!" Yelled Drake and he stood up suddenly letting his sheet fall to the floor. "Drake, what is it, hon?" "That's the standard fare fairies lay out in front of homes of people who have captured and are ransoming a fairy: Three meals for the day and a bag of gold for the ransomed. When the human takes it in, the bag of gold would grow to become their size." "Well, I figured it was some sort of trap." said James. "So I picked it all up with a piece of cardboard and walked it to the edge of the property where there is a circle of mushrooms, and placed it there." "A CIRCLE OF MUSHROOMS!" cried Drake again. "Drake! Honey, what is it? Why are you so upset?" "It means my father has found us. He knows who we are, where we now live, and the mushroom ring means he has set up a camp right here. OH PIXIE JINXES! That's what the rumbling is, he's trying to bring himself into the house through the unfinished bathroom." James spoke up. "He can't do that. I've blessed the ground, put things all around the house. He'd have to practically destroy the house before he could set foot into its space. But why try to enter through the bathroom and leave gifts outside the front door?" "They're not gifts. They're food for a prisoner." "So your father thinks I'm holding your prisoner now?" said Devon. "No, love.... it means despite Mr. Whitehart's spells and enchantments, there's a fairy here in the house. A fairy we invited and allowed inside. The rumbling is my father trying to communicate with him." "So we're holding another fairy prisoner somehow?" "We're not actually, but it means that one is trapped somehow, somewhere in here." James spoke up, "What would trap a fairy in here? Everything I put up was to banish and keep fairies away or at bay? Unless you two came up with something there isn't anything to hold a fairy in here. And how did you invite it in and not know about? Surely, you would have recalled inviting a member of the fey into your house." "Unless he didn't look like a member of the fey." "What?" said both Devon and James. "If he, or she, came in here disguised as something, they couldn't unassume that form until all human eyes were off them. This would be at night when we're all asleep. Then they would do whatever they could or needed to do to bind me, and attempt to remove anything that impedes my father from coming in here." "But everything was blessed at it was made or brought in here yesterday." said James. "Which leaves only one thing..." said Devon as he looked up towards the loft. "...or person." Drake looked at Devon. "If he's disguised himself as a person, he's a powerful fey indeed, something not to far under my father. But if that is him, why didn't he change last night when were asleep." "The cameras, Drake. .... .... The cameras. As long as someone is watching on the camera, he has human eyes on him and as long as he has human eyes on him...." "He can't change into his fey form, and unless he's in his fey form, he can't do his most powerful magic. What do we do?" "It simple actually. Our site advertises large men on camera doing anything and everything, so it will attract the people who just want to see large, buff, hung guys doing even mundane tasks such as eating, showering, sleeping. He made himself a big bloke, a very big bloke to most humans and very attractive looking too. They'll hang on the site just to see him, let alone us. Drake, you go upstairs and lightly pull the covers off of him, then gather his clothes and put them in a bag. James, go get the workers and have them stop anything they're doing and come here to finish the bathroom straight away and then rebless the house. Once you've done that, take the bag out to your car. This will leave him with no way to get out of the house and no clothes to wear while inside it. The cameras are everywhere. People will be watching him all day. Unless he and your father understands computers that much, he won't know how to shut off the cameras and thus always be under human eyes." "So the only choice he'd have is to walk out the door himself." "And without his clothes, he can't do that. Ok do what I asked of you, then meet me out by the river bend. The workers have put up a makeshift canopy there." The tasks being accomplished, Drake and James met Devon, who now had the company of Deanna and Anton with him. Anton of course was in a state of shock over the change that Devon went through and was in more of dithers when he saw Drake was just as large. Anton being calmed down though, James performed a hand fasting wedding ceremony and married Devon and Drake and then they all prepared to head off to the Three Bars Pub and meet with the Guinness World Records judges. The crowd that was assembled there was already in such a state over meeting and seeing the behemoth that was known as Drake, but seeing that he appeared much taller and broader than what they remembered, they went completely crazy - and even more so when Devon stepped out just as big as he was. The Guinness people were in utter disbelief, but they lined both Devon and Drake up along the wall, had them stand on a special platforms, without their shoes and socks on, and set tape measures crossing their bodies this way and that, as well as eventually getting onto a portable cattle weigher on the back of semi truck. The judges asked them if there was anything they had to say before they re-verified all the measurements and made their decisions final, to which Devon produced the copy of their wedding certificate show them to be a married couple. The Guinness people and all the folks at the bar cheered congratulations and then went off into separate directions. The judges went off to verify stats and make ratio comparisons of past record holders and print out and sign off on any certificates of world record authenticity they needed to produce. Meanwhile Drake, and now Devon were asked to repeat the feat of their chest press exercises. The club's bodybuilding society had brought in more weights, rigged up sturdier bars to help out with this, and the Guinness Records People took note of this too, making it a long drawn out show for viewers at home as the weights were slowly piled on, lowered, lifted for three reps, and racked. 1,000 pounds.... 2,000 pounds....2,300 pounds - the bench press the folks all swore Drake lifted last time most definitely shattering a world record, but the weights kept being piled on: 2,400....2,600.....2,800....3,000....3,200....3,40...no...not quite able to get it. They would now go back and readjust the smaller weights. 3,250.....3,300....3,350..... and that looked like it was about the best they could do. Devon and Drake both bench pressed 3,350 pounds each. The crowd cheered, they hollered and screamed. They began to chant things like "FLEX FLEX FLEX" and "GROW GROW GROW" or "RIP RIP RIP", which eventually, Drake winking at Devon and Devon smiling back, they did. They both did a most muscular pose blowing out the back of their shirts, then performing a front double bi and from all the bench pressing their swollen and pumped arms just caused the fabric to shatter no rip apart. Then having someone loosely gather their shirts back together in the back, they both did a front chest pose, raising their barrels as high and as broad as they could, sending a shower of buttons flying over and into the crowd. Guinness Judges had to fight their way through the crowd of admirers all attempting to get a picture with or cop a feel of Devon and Drake. The main judge and announcer, standing between the two shirtless behemoths, and looking so very short as he just barely stood taller than their crotches, made motion for everyone to be quite. "In the realm of human anomalies, it very rare to see, one, records broken, two, records broken by such a vast margin, and three, see someone who can break multiple records at one time." The crowd created thunderous applause and cheers. "Now, we've experienced a miracle of sorts, but even more amazing. More amazing, is the fact that we saw it happen not just with one man, but with two." The crowd went wild again cheering and chanting and stomping. "And even more amazing is the fact that you two have broken old records, established new records, and established them at the exact same proportions. Speaking of which... our team of medical and sports authorities have taken the measurements, performed the calculations to see which records you two gentlemen have broken and achieved. I'm going to read off these two giants stats first, because ladies and gentlemen, these stats are what broke, no in fact, shattered all records here this evening. Prepare to have your mind boggled. Let's get the cutesy item out of the way first. Marital Status...." The crowd in the pub all let out a collective 'awwwwwwwwww.' "Just hours before they arrived for this show, Devon and Drake declared in front of clergy their love for one another have become united in the bonds of marriage." The crowd cheered ecstatically until the announcer calmed them all down. "Remember that... remember that when I get to presenting all the certificates.... so from the beginning now we have.... Marital Status: Married Height - 114 inches tall or 9 feet 6 inches or 2 point 9 meters tall! I know... I know... let me keep going... Neck: 37 inches or 939.8 millimeters around Shoulders: same as one's chest but around the shoulders: 158 inches or 4,013.2 millimeters. Chest: 141.5 inches or 3,594.1 millimeters. Upper Arms: 48.5 inches or 1,231.9 millimeters." The crowd made many an ooh or form of applause over that announcement, to which Drake and Devon did more biceps poses. "Yes.... if any of you miss skiing right now, just ask them to flex and wait for the snow to form on the peak! Fore Arms: 40.25 inches or 1,022.35 millimeters. Abdomen or abs: 58.25 inches or 1,479.55 millimeters. Waist: 51.5 inches or 1,308.1 millimeters. Thighs: 57 inches or 1,447.8 millimeters. Calves: 43.75 inches or 1,111.25 millimeters. Feet and shoe measurements: Both of them, both of their feet, all four, measure exactly 22.66 inches or 575.564 millimeters long by 9.33 inches or 236.982 millimeters wide. That is a size US Men's 46 5D or a size 45 in the UK ladies and gentlemen. And...and as you just saw, those mega muscles just hoisted for a bench press 3,350 pounds or 1.5 tons 350 pounds or 1,519.534 kilograms, or And it's no wonder they can do that for all those massive muscles make each of them weight... get that... the numbers coming up is just how much ONE of the two giants weigh, not both together....but each one of the two giants weight 1,582 pounds or 717.5831kilograms, or 113 stone!" Again the crowd went ballistic and cheered loudly. "And that is why.... that is why... You two better get a couple of fan to help you out, because even with those bear paws you call hands, you might night be big enough to hold all these... That is why we at Guinness are proud to present to you Devon and Drake Wiltshire-Forest the following certificates for being: The World's Tallest Men - Living and in History, The World's Tallest Married Couple - Living and in History, The World Most Perfectly Developed Men, The World's Largest Developed Biceps, The World's Largest Muscular Chest, The World's Biggest Feet both Proportionately and in Shoe Size, The World's Heaviest Men, and The World's Strongest Men!" The crowd cheered and cheered, Devon and Drake smiled at each other and gave each other a huge hug. Drake was very pleased for he could hear bells going off as the announcer read off each of the certificates or when he first called their names, meaning he had a total of eleven ties to being human now. The bells went off one more time as Anton showed up having concluded all his assistance with securing the birth certificate and now the bank account for Drake. The bank book provided bell number twelve. Yet after the staff of Guinness World Records and the crowd it brought departed, there was still one more surprise to be had. Representatives from Playgirl had shown up along with a group known as the Genitass World Sexxx Records. Both had received recorded video of Devon's, Drake, and Ed's romp from the night before and the two companies wanted to cash in on a "big deal" when they saw it. Devon explained to Drake who they were on the side and what they wanted. Drake looked at his partner and told him, if it got them one more world record, one more tie, and more money to help them live, why not? The companies whisked the two giants away to a warehouse where they had specially prepared beds, food, and such made to accommodate the two huge men. The two had pictures taken of them clothed, peeling off the clothes, then laying on the bed, their cocks completely flaccid. They were then allowed to play and fondle one another until they were fully erect, where upon they had another series of pictures taken upon the bed, on recliners, while in between shoots, professional doctors came in to measure their cocks. When the results were tallied and the pictures developed, it became one of Playgirls hottest issues ever with the longest double sided centerfold ever printed displaying the two men's mighty schlongs. Which of course bumped Jonah Falcon out of his spot as the man with the world's largest penis at 13.5 inches erect. Devon and Drake's penises were both measured each at 24.75 inches flaccid and 36 inches erect. Genitass World Sexxx Records also gave them certificates for having the farthest cum shot, the longest cum shot, and the cum shot with the highest count of sperm ever recorded. Despite being very well known records, they still sent off bells and were counted bring Drake's ties count to sixteen in total. But as they began to get dress to be driven back to their new home, Devon dropped to his knees, although he furiously caught himself on some cabinets to stay standing. Drake walked over to him frantically. "Devon, are you alright?" "No.... my balls hurts even more right now. I think they're swollen for some reason." Drake assisted Devon into getting into the van. James rode with them and made sure the coast was clear of the fey so they could get inside where they were protected just in case Drake needed more ties than what Devon thought were required. They were met at the door by Harry and Deanna. "Hello... is Devon okay?" "He's hurting for some reason. In his... nether regions, and he doesn't know why?" "Oh, well you take him upstairs to bed then, make sure he's alright. Reverend...High Priest...uhm... Mr. Whitehart, you come with us to the dining room." Drake took Devon upstairs to the bed made sure he was down and resting before he joined the others in the dining room. Harry and Deanna reintroduced Ed to James and Drake. "We've been here chatting with your friend for a while. He'd like to know where his clothes are. We thought it might be best if we kept him from going outside until you two returned." Said Deanna smiling. As soon as they were out the front door, Ed stood up from the dining room table, fully nude. "You know who I am don't you?" "I know what you are, but I don't know who." said Drake. "But I can say this much... it won't matter what father wants, there is nothing he can do. I hold sixteen titles of humanity now to prove that I am human. I have followers that are on line, at a ....where is it we workout?" "Gymnasium." said James. "Yes, a gym...gymnasium. I have made friends at a pub, and soon I shall be published in a magazine in all my glory. Father can do nothing about that!" Suddenly the lights began to flicker. The sound of electronic equipment began to power down. One by one all the little blue lights on the cameras placed all around the house began to go dim, and all the lights began to join them in their dimness. "We'll soon see about that." "See nothing. The house is..." "The house is nothing, oh High Priest Whitehart. The blessing doesn't work unless you have the fey all removed from the house. I was invited in and hadn't left. Harry and Deanna didn't know what all your items were, and so I spent the day wandering the house. With towels and great expense to my health, I picked those things up and tossed them out the windows. Lord Oberon is coming, Draig, and you had best be prepared to grovel!" James made a motion to attempt to tackle Ed. It wouldn't have been too one sided a match. James was four inches shorter than Ed, but he was more powerfully built, even if it was more on the plump bear side than the cut and defined side. However with the last few flickers of light and the last of the cameras going out, Ed had changed from 6' 10" to around 5' 9". He could easily dodge out of James's grasp and as he did so, Drake saw a satyr run by. "PUCK!" Drake shouted. "The one and only, here to cause mischief and mayhem at my master's bidding... But he bids not this day, Draig Coedwig. No, he bodes.... and he does not bode well for you." "OOOOoooooOOOH MY GAWD!" cried Devon upstairs. Drake, James, and even Ed, or rather Puck, raced up the stairs to the loft bedroom. There lay Devon on the sheets, nude, and just having pulled the top sheet off to reveal his groin. His cock lay flaccid over his scrotum, which contained two very large sized orbs, and as the lightning and lights flashed on and off, in time with Devon's moans and groans, his testicles grew....and Grew.... and GREW.... and GREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW!
  6. dmrppp

    The Ogre Part 2

    THE OGRE Part 2 Part 1: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2537-the-ogre-part-1/ I unwrap the plastic wrap on the cake. The cake’s smell is strange, not off-putting by any means, just a smell that I am not familiar with. I rip off a small piece and try it. It has a faint lavender taste – very light which is surprising due to its muddy color. Upon a second bite, the taste grows on me. As I continue to pick at the cake, I feel a warm sensation slowly building like a comforting fire. I feel relaxed and start to feel light-headed - kind of stoned, and question if I should continue eating the cake. There is something about the cake that makes me continue eating. Suddenly, I realize there is no cake left, only a few scant crumbs. I lick my finger and dab it over the crumbs, gathering any remaining bits. “Did I really just eat that entire cake?" I ask myself surprised, "oh my god, what?! Why do I have a boner?” I head to the bathroom to take care of what might be one of the most intense erections I have ever had. Catching my reflection in the mirror, I notice that the new shirt I had gotten for my birthday seemed tight – tighter than it had been earlier that day. “What the hell!?” I pull at the shirt attempting to loosen up some space, pausing as I worry something is wrong. I start to unbutton the shirt, stopping, staring at the subtle definition between my pecs. “Holy shit!” There’s a pec there, subtle, but definitely more defined than it had been before. Unable to process what I am seeing, I instinctively run my hand over my chest. I hurriedly unbutton more buttons and my imagination begins to spiral. “What is…was it the cake? Nawww!” I feel a new hardness in my biceps. I excitedly let the shirt drop to the floor and give a quick flex. “What is going on?” I see a vein I’ve never seen before: surprising me, delighting me, energizing me. I trace the vein down my forearm intoxicated by my new findings. “The cake must have…? There must have been something in it. What could have been in it? Did Mike-” My thoughts shift to Mike and all I can imagine is his body. I reel as my cock explodes. As soon as my orgasm subsides, my panic returns. "Was I hallucinating?" I step on a scale and to my surprise it reads 135 – 5 lbs lighter than the weight I thought I was. I clean myself up and head to confront Mike about the cake. -- “It’s about time you came.” Mike said gesturing for me to come in. His smooth, resonant tone caresses me, inviting me to cross the threshold. “Can I get you a drink?” I survey the house – covering the walls are sheets of paper with notes scrawled across them. “Crap – he’s crazy” I think to myself. “So, did you like the cake?” I pause, unsure of what to say. “It was interesting.” I manage to get out. “How do I ask him?” I ask myself, growing more nervous. “Hmm…what was interesting about it?” Mike inquires, allowing me the opportunity to spill. “It had a flavor - I couldn’t figure out what it was.” “Oh-” Mike quickly adds sounding less enthused. “I don’t know how to put this, but – I had a strange reaction to the cake…” “Yes? - ”
 “…after I ate the cake I felt…warm, like I was on fire without being burnt, and it was like I was stoned and like my clothes shrunk and I guess my scale is wrong and it was just my imagine, but it said I lost about 5 lbs -” “You probably lost 15 and gained 10 pounds of muscle.” Mike cut me off. I am rendered speechless. After an awkward pause, Mike prods, “Did you like it?” “I guess, but how? What was -“ “You can do more.” Mike continues, “- that was just a taste. I saw the way you looked at me – when you brought that envelope over. I saw that you wanted it.” “Wanted what? Wait! You drugged me? Why did – How - Will I - ” I start to panic. “Sit down.” Overcome, I run right out the front door. I keep running until I reach my door and lock it behind me. Out of breath, I gather my thoughts. “So he drugged me. That is insane! I gained muscle and lost weight – how is that possible? This is insane. Of course, I didn’t sit down. What kind of lunatic drugs a stranger and thinks they will not react like I did. Am I over-reacting? Wait - did he say I could do more? What?! Am I crazy!? I can’t – what if – I don’t – but. Aghhhh!” My cock stirs. “Why not do more? No.” Later that evening, Mike rocks my dream. I am standing outside Mike’s house in between his hedges peering through his window. I see him slowly striping his off his wife-beater. He turns. I fear he caught me, but instead of shooing me away, he winks - coaxing me to join him. I stumble through his hedge and push open his door. There he is, standing in full glory. I can’t believe his body. Hesitantly, I reach out to touch the god before me. He grabs my hand presses it to his abs, pulling it slowly up the cobbled ridges to his right nipple. I give his pec a squeeze causing him to inhale sharply surprised. I continue unaided over his delt down his tree-trunk of an arm. I cup his bicep and he flexes sending a jolt through my body. Wrapping up his tricep’s horseshoe, I find myself grasping his mountainous traps. Spontaneously, I run my tongue up the Christmas tree of his back, causing him to turn around bringing me face to face with his substantial member. "What a cock!" His cock throbs beckoning me. I tickle his slit and wrap my lips around his mushroom head. Sliding down his shaft, I wrap my arms around his body and grab his ass. He chuckles causing me to look up. As I continue, I watch as his face begins to morph. I am taken aback and stop which causes the morphing of his face to also subside. Intrigued, I begin again full-throttle, and his face begins its transformation once again. Faster and faster, I suck. He moans. I look back up and in place of his face is a face I naturally recognize: my own. My orgasm jolts me awake. As my heavy breathing quiets, I’ve made my decision: I’ve got to do more. --to be continued.
  7. The Mind is a Terrible Thing to Waste Alfie was born with a gift he inherited from his parents. He never wanted to use it for any particular reason because he knew if he did, he could not fit in with the rest of his classmates. The other kids always talked about him behind his back as if he was some freak of nature. They knew about the story of his family's secret and made it clear to him that he wouldn’t escape its reputation. What they didn’t know though is that he always knew what they were thinking. He can hear their thoughts traveling through their heads. This never became an issue with him until he entered high school. They always pick on him because of the way he looks physically. He is not a fit guy and they know that they can push him around because of it. He has been practicing his mental abilities for several weeks to make his hormones react in a way that they can become a factor in retaliation for his bullying. His father has even told him that if he wants to prevail in a bad situation, he needs to harness his energy and fight back. The baseball team is the worst offender because he tried out for it one day last summer and always wanted to play. He was deemed too heavy and couldn't keep up with the bigger, more muscular boys. Some of the guys had monster arms and huge quads due to their hardcore training routines. Alfie envies their dedication and really wants to have that trait too. One day as he walks to his next class in the hallway, three of those huge guys from the team stop dead in their tracks where he is walking and knock him over. His school books and supplies fly everywhere around him as they start laughing and taunting him. He gets so mad that he decides enough is enough and starts playing with their heads. He makes eye contact with all three of them and starts focusing his energy on their minds. He knows that their only power in this situation is in their muscles, so he starts to make them feel uneasy. He makes them shrink one by one as their hulking arms and legs start to diminish in size. What he wasn't expecting was stealing their muscle power and putting it into his own body. If it was just one of them, he would only experience some growth, but since it is three of them, his growth will be astounding. He can sense the changes coming to his body as they are frozen in their positions. Alfie looks down and sees muscles starting to peek through his fat. He weighs 230 pounds in his current state, but it is obvious that he will grow even bigger. The guys are rail thin now as they watch his body convulse and reshape itself in front of them. His fat arms are thickening into huge cannons as they keep stretching bigger. His once flabby moobs are now forming into gargantuan pillows which explode through his shirt. His clothes shred as he can't stop the growth process. His big legs are becoming massive tree trunks as his back begins to take up the entire walkway. He realizes that this isn’t normal growing but there is little he can do about it at this point. The guys don’t even notice how much they shrunk because they are mesmerized by this behemoth appearing in front of them. His growth gets to the point where the floor below them starts creaking. Alfie raises his arms and puts them out to his sides to push on the lockers and crush them. His old ass is reforming to grow to three times its size as he busts through his underwear. He reveals his thick throbbing cock as it oozes its thick gunk on to the quaking floor. Amazingly, Alfie’s mind remains intact as he lets out a huge roar to scare the baseball players. The guys start running now but he manages to catch one of them in his arms. He thinks about hurting him real good, but instead decides to teach him a lesson and tries to penetrate him. He rips his pants off and gets his cockhead in before the guy squeals in pain. The other two are still running, but they turn around once they get to the stairwell to see where the other guy went. The two guys, Ronnie and Todd, wonder what they should do next. Their teammate, Steven, is being raped badly by Alfie but he must be over 8’ feet tall and 400 pounds easy now. There are screams heard through the building as other kids go barreling out the side doors to avoid the behemoth’s wrath. Steven continues to wail as Alfie spreads his ass wider and wider as his 15” cock moves further inside. Todd tells Ronnie to go call 911 since he doubts the police would be much help. After sending his teammate down the stairwell to call emergency services, Todd finds a fire extinguisher close to where he is standing and grabs it. He runs towards Alfie who is still ravishing Steven. He sprays him with the extinguisher and makes him angrier. The hulking kid starts to use his powers again on Todd, but this time to make him fall over. Todd screams in pain as his head is killing him. He falls to the ground and is knocked unconscious. With Ronnie not there, Steven is powerless against the behemoth. He begins to weaken considerably as Alfie finishes fucking him. The huge kid dumps his load inside him and drops him on the ground. The floor beneath Alfie now is cracking and giving way. He manages to lift himself out of the sinkhole that was the floor and makes a door in a nearby wall to go outside. Flashing lights surround him as various security teams set up their positions when he comes into view. He is told to get down on the ground or they will have to shoot him. Ronnie is seen hiding behind one of the SWAT team members. Alfie spots him and starts to charge towards him. Shots ring out as he is hit several times. He falls over and destroys the concrete beneath him. Everyone is told not to approach him because they are not completely sure if he is awake or not. Ronnie attempts to get past the barricade set up by the security teams to see if Alfie is dead. It seems he has forgotten about the massive monster’s mental powers. The Two Lovers Edwin is a nicely built 27 year old who was previously overweight during his childhood. He decided six years ago to do something about it though. Before he started though, he went to college and earned a great degree from a well-known university. He met all kinds of guys there and learned a lot about himself including the fact that he is really into muscle, a lot of muscle. His first boyfriend is not extremely big and isn't that tall either. He always went to go and watch him practice for his archery tournaments and was amazed at how muscular he had to be to compete. For a guy that wasn't taller than 5'3, he is major ripped and has quite the arms. Edwin loves to rub his arms all the time and enjoys the feeling it gives him inside. They both used to say how they were both outcasts when they were younger and now they have each other. One day, both men were at the local mall and walked by a vendor that was pushing a new product aimed at enhancing your libido along with various other things that they couldn't mention out on the floor. Both guys were suspicious because no one was stopping to even listen to the guy's spiel. His boyfriend, Angelo, heard the word libido and pulled his arm to stop and listen to the vendor. After a little coaxing, Edwin did in fact stop and that was all it took. The vendor gave both men one single pill to take before they both have sex. He mentioned that the results will happen when you need them to. They both looked at the tiny little bottles with the pills in them and were really confused as to why there would be only one pill. The vendor said trust him it will be all they need and then proceeded to walk out of the mall. It is very strange to see the man turn around after giving them the pills. Both men are intrigued that just a single pill could do so much. They don't want to waste too much time so they have sex that night. Edwin tells Angelo to take his pill first because he is the more sexual one. He does so but nothing was happening. He already has abs that peek through the skin, but they don’t completely show.....yet. Edwin decides to wait to see if Angelo’s pill starts working before he takes his. After several minutes, there is still nothing to be seen on him. He begs Edwin to take his since he doesn’t want to be the only guinea pig. After giving in to his playful nudging, he takes his pill. Nothing seems to be happening for him either. The two men both decide to do the nasty anyway since they are already so horned out. During this point of his life, Edwin’s body is fairly average and has no real muscle tone. Angelo however still finds him incredibly attractive even without the muscles. He starts to kiss his adorable Latino lover and rubs his hands all down his chest and back. He hears him start to moan and groan, but the eroticism of his voice keeps his attention on the stud’s body. His hands can now feel a noticeable difference in his back. The muscles appear to be getting wider as he feels his lats spreading and thickening outward. With his body up against Angelo’s, he feels his pecs starting to fill out, getting fuller as his arms get beefier and veiny. He starts licking the growing biceps filling up with more blood and getting more powerful. His abs are popping out into huge blocks and amazingly he height is increasing. He can hear Angelo’s spine and back making loud popping sounds adding inch after inch of additional height to his frame. He had decent legs before, but now they are getting as large as oak trees. He had a small penis because of his height, but Edwin can now feel that it has lengthened because of his height difference. It is at this point that Angelo tells him that it is his turn to change. Now at 5'8, he is just one inch shorter than Edwin is. He places his nicely formed hands onto his lover’s back and starts to massage him. At the same time, he uses his tongue to start licking the creases of his ears. He moves up to Edwin’s neck and feels the muscles tense as the sweat begins to bead up. He moans since the feeling is so amazing. He wraps his arms around him to get to his chest which at the moment has no definition.....yet. He caresses and rubs Edwin’s pecs as he begins to feel the muscle fibers expanding. His skin starts stretching as he hears popping coming from all over his body. The sound instantly gets both men excited as their cocks grow hard. Angelo takes his right hand and moves it down to Edwin’s cock as he feels it lengthening. His skinny arms are swelling and dripping with rivers of sweat. His pecs blow up into boulders as the ends of his nipples drape down towards the floor. Angelo can’t stop licking him now as he moves his body to Edwin’s front to get to his hairy abs and beautifully formed new tree trunk legs. His back continues to make huge popping sounds as it adds muscle after muscle to his changing frame. Edwin appears to be the same height. They both wonder what would happen if they came on each other now. Neither one of them would eat the cum, but would love to see what happens if they rubbed it into each other’s muscles. They get so hot for each other that it doesn't take very long for both studs to climax. They manage to do it at the same time and spray their juices on each other. It is at that point that they both started rubbing it into each other. For one of them, the growth didn't stop, but for the other one, it did. The pills had the same effects on both men, but when they came on each other, the jealousy became too much for one of them. Angelo ended up becoming Edwin’s ex-boyfriend after that crazy night. They don't talk to each other that much anymore since the outcome was not satisfactory for one of them. They moved on to different men with different qualities.
  8. TheWeremuscleForest

    Specialty Lubrication

    Raymond’s company is a start-up in the sex toy industry, but he has obtained the rights to an independent developer of a new lube that men can use on their junk. He hasn't tested it yet on any of his clientele, but he may after talking with the inventors. He tries to stay in shape because he knows that he may have to show off his body to test out his new products. His office is located right in the heart of the sex industry and knows that things will most likely pick up once he gets past the preliminary stages of testing the product. The inventors come to visit a few days after being contacted. After saying their hellos, they give Raymond a sample of their lube as soon as they come in the door. He is taken aback by the way they look. They appear to be together, one being a huge hairy bull most likely Greek with a statuesque frame under all of that hair and his partner is notably French with Arabic features. Raymond is amazed at how beautiful they are and are very flattered to hear it from him. They chose to develop the product with his company because they feel like he would be more open to suggestions and wouldn't give them attitude. Raymond tells them that he hopes they can sign a contract as soon as possible, but they caution him to try the lube out first before he considers developing it. He notices in the little packages that they appear to be a red color. He finds this to be rather peculiar, but also quite fascinating. They admit to him that it is their favorite color and wanted to give the lube a different look. He leads them into a room and tells them to sit in the front row so they can get a view of him trying the lube out. They both smile as Raymond takes his shirt off to show his nicely chiseled chest. The Greek man, Constantine, leans over to his French boyfriend, Julian, and jokes that his body resembles one of his exes. They laugh out loud and say at the same time for him to continue. Raymond unzips his pants next and pulls them down showing off his great quads. Both the men lean down in front of him to rub his legs and feel the thick striations. Raymond is nervous but a little turned on too since he has to use the lube. He pulls his underwear off next as his cock bounces in the air. Julian stands to take the lube packet out of his hand and squeezes its contents into his own. He rubs the red liquid into Raymond’s cock and says to relax as it works its way in. He looks puzzled as to what this might mean. Julian goes to sit down in his seat and wants you to go stand against the back wall so him and his partner can see how it will work. After moving back a bit from his podium, Raymond begins stroking his cock and notices the red tint from the lube is disappearing. He can even feel something stirring from within his crotch. He stops stroking and notices his cock now bouncing without any sort of touch. The feeling is unreal because it feels like someone is trying to stretch it out. He can now notice the base of his cock thickening and growing from inside. The inventors have already started to take their clothes off as the metamorphosis begins. They start to beat off feverishly because they know what is coming next. The lube is now traveling throughout Raymond’s body and is starting to take over his muscles. His legs are now frozen as they begin to stretch outward as his quads become more vascular. His abs are growing wildly with thick striations appearing while it moves quickly up to his pecs. The pain is awful but he loves the sensation he is feeling too. He watches eagerly as his pecs fill out. His nipples are rearranging themselves creating unusual feelings from within him. He then watches his biceps blow up into huge mounds as well as his triceps and shoulders. His biggest surprise may be his forearms because he always had trouble growing them before, but now he feels an intensity coming from them. Those weak muscles that were there are getting pumped up and growing rapidly, stretching the skin and making crazy sounds. His butt is much larger now too as well as his back getting insanely wider. Constantine and Julian start staring at each other and winking because they automatically knew this would happen. The Frenchman wants him to come closer so he could feel your new body. Raymond’s huge tool almost hits him in the face which makes him locks his lips on your cockhead. The sensation is so intense he shoots a small load into Julian’s gullet and makes him shutter. Constantine pulls his cock out of the Frenchman's mouth and puts it in his next. He starts slowly sucking and Raymond shoots a load into his mouth. He realizes what effect this lube has on guys now and can't wait to get it prepped for the public. The two inventors don't want this mass-marketed though, and recommend to Raymond to offer it to a select group of men. He agrees that this kind of result can only be sold to hardcore size enthusiasts. He waddles his way back to the podium he was at in front of Constantine and Julian, as he sees both of them start to writhe in their chairs. The thick Frenchman starts to growl in his low voice as his chest starts stretching making room for his growing muscles. Raymond is shocked to see this transpire despite his own major growth spurt. Julian laughs as his legs swell up and break the chair he is sitting in. The same is transpiring with his Greek lover as the hairy stud appears to be hulking out himself. His perfectly laid abs are growing wider and more pronounced. His pecs are swelling up and forming bigger nipples that seem to come out of nowhere. Raymond goes over to start massaging them since he has never seen such a sight before. He can’t help but to start sucking on them hoping that they can give him some kind of reward. Constantine moans and grabs him around the waist to keep him in that spot. The two growing Europeans are now making love to each other worshipping their massive physiques. Constantine’s massive tool eventually finds its way to Raymond’s puckered hole and slowly parts it open to make it stretch. He keeps working the growing Greek’s huge nipples and feels the big man's body continuously expanding making Raymond have to sit on his leg. He pushes further into him, making him feel the power of his tool. Julian starts rubbing his cock and strokes it as he moves his huge cock down to Raymond’s already filled hole. His hole gets stretched further as the Frenchman squeezes his cock in with Constantine’s. He yells in pain as the two inventors are both fucking him. Julian pulls out and grabs another packet of lube in his pants pocket sitting beside his broken chair. He rubs it all over his cock and puts it back into the side he penetrated before. Raymond feels his hole getting wider as the Frenchman pushes his way in to be with his lover’s huge cock. They start grinding inside him and kissing each other at the same time. He can't believe this is happening, but the lube obviously has something in it to make this occur. He feels both of them tightening up their balls as they get darker. Raymond pulls them out of him and says he wants to stroke both of them to orgasm at the same time. He stops sucking on Constantine's nipples to worship both of their cocks. He gets the two studs focused on their breathing as he gets them into the same rhythm. The feeling of their sexual power in his hands as their huge members pulsate makes Raymond moan in anticipation of what comes next. He stares as both of their cock slits gape open ready to pour out their contents. His tongue moves back and forth between them as he strokes both cocks simultaneously. They moan and groan loudly as he keeps putting them on the edge. He can feel the cum flowing up and down both shafts as he smells the aroma. He smiles as he pumps both men to climax as the cum starts pouring on to his face and chest. He shoves your lips onto both cocks and drinks the muscle cum. Raymond swallows every drop as it rolls down his body. The two inventors lean down to lick the remainder off of Raymond before lying on the ground completely drenched. He starts to notice that the two Europeans are shrinking after dumping their loads. He hears odd sounds coming from both men as they revert back to their original size. The same appears happening to him now as he looks down at his muscles. It is at this point that Raymond realizes this lube has a temporary effect. The three men go to take showers in the back of the facility before talking business. They state their price to Raymond and want to be heavily involved in how the formula is put together. They know in its current state that it will only last until the recipient cums. They want to make it more permanent, but again stress that this must only be sold to a small group of men. Raymond agrees with this proposition, and the men broker a deal to work together.
  9. The Night to Remember Cameron and a few of his friends have been invited to a club where shirts are optional. The catch to this invitation is that they all must sign a contract and agree to not leave if they are allowed to enter. He finds this contract to be a tad strange, but his friends are all for it. He has a week to decide if he is going to sign the contract or not. Four of Cameron’s friends are invited to go, while the other one was not. This particular one, Jefferson, is actually fit, but ran his mouth too much because he mentioned to the man handing out the contracts that he was straight. Cameron in particular is of a small stature, but is well-toned with curly blonde hair on his body and head. He also has green eyes, pale skin, is quite smart, but likes to think that he is private. His slightly overweight buddy, Kenneth, has long black hair, dark-colored eyes and a slight tan. Dennis is a very well-built guy who works out daily and has a shaved head, an extremely hairy body, hazel eyes, is bisexual and is quite tanned. Finally there is Lorenzo who looks like a powerlifter, is known to work out at least three times a week, is red headed, has no body hair, isn’t tanned whatsoever, and has secret feelings for Cameron. Lorenzo is also Cameron’s best friend and has been trying to get him to sign the contract for three days. The event at the club is only two days away and he hasn't decided to go yet. Both Kenneth and Dennis turned their contracts in and are prepping their pick-up lines in time for the event. It is on the day before the event that Cameron finally gives in and signs the contract. Lorenzo is so happy about it that he has sex with him. Cam never thought about his powerlifter buddy up to the point, but after they have sex, he can't stop thinking about him because of his powerful body and loving nature. He promises to stay by his side once they finally get into the club. The day arrives and all four men get to the club. The bouncer at the entrance already knows who they are and just looks the other way. Cam cannot believe it was this easy, but it happened like it was no big deal. Once they go inside, Cam and Lorenzo are shocked to see the large amount of men there. They both remember that the event brochure stated that they are to be shirtless once they enter so it doesn’t take long before both of them take their shirts off. The atmosphere is teaming with huge amounts of testosterone. Cam’s other friends have already started mingling with the men there. Before long, the host comes out from the back and starts talking about the main event. Cam and Lorenzo are surprised to hear about a surprise water show taking place later on and why something like that would this be at a club. Once the host concludes his introduction, the two friends get drinks and start talking to the other club goers. Cam recognizes one guy in particular because he is somebody that he works with at his job and is quite easy on the eyes. Drew has a hot body with a perfect 8-pack and a nice ass. Lorenzo smiles as he sees that Cam is quite fond of the man so he tells him that he will be back in a while. They start talking about general stuff for a few minutes and then decide to slow dance out on the floor. While they are dancing together, they feel a small mist of water hitting them on the head. They immediately look up at the ceiling and notice that there is a sprinkler system dropping water on top of them. It is at that moment that every man in the club starts feeling sensations moving down from their head to their feet. Cam looks directly at Drew and notices his chest starting to grow along with his shoulders. Lorenzo comes up behind him to put his arms around his waist and he himself grows wider. Cam has started to swell himself. He feels his chest starting to balloon out away from his body and watches his abs make big popping sounds quickly revealing a nice 6-pack. They look around and notice the same thing happening to everyone in the club. Kenneth is transforming into a decent looking guy now since his muscles have swelled up so that the fat looks healthy on him now. Dennis’s transformation is perhaps the grandest one of all as every stitch of clothing he is wearing is completely shredded and falling off. With their hormones now running wild, men are starting to worship each other and start fucking. Cam suddenly feels the urge to rub his big growing cock against Drew’s hole and pushes it in. Drew moans as Cam humps him vigorously moving in and out. Still keeping a hold of him, Lorenzo pushes his massive member inside of Cam’s hole and begins pumping him. Kenneth and Dennis meet up and begin fucking each other too. The water eventually stops pouring down on them and the growing stops, but not before giant puddles of goo start to move across the floor as guys start spraying their jizz on top of the slippery surface of the dance floor. Cam pumps his load into Drew’s hole while Lorenzo does the same to Cam’s hole making the men yell in ecstasy. The feeling makes them shutter so much they all fall into the cum lying the floor. They laugh as their bodies look all shiny and wet. They rub their hands in it and sling it at each other playfully. Kenneth and Dennis seem oblivious to everything around them and are constantly fucking back and forth until they shoot their loads multiple times on to each other. It isn’t until the doorman walks into the room that every guy gets quiet. He is holding a large bucket of water it appears and dumps it over his head. With his huge arms out beside him, he growls as he transforms in front of everyone. The immense stretching and popping sounds coming from him make the guys moan as his muscles blast through his tight outfit as he continues to grow wider and wider. It dawns on many of the guys in the club that this may be a bad thing and they start to run for the exit. The massive monster growing in front of them stops them in their tracks and begins to beat them to death. Cam, Drew, and Lorenzo decide to find another way out to avoid this mega man. The behemoth eventually sees what they are doing and charges after them. Lorenzo turns to fight him off and drags him to the ground. The monster’s mammoth prick finds his hole and starts to maneuver its way in. Lorenzo yells in pain as his hole is being split apart. He eventually loses consciousness and is pushed aside. Cam and Drew manage to get out at the back of the building and start to race for a nearby car. Before they get in, the monster grabs Cam and pulls him into his arms. Drew starts punching the behemoth trying to get him to let go, but it doesn’t seem to be working. Cam is being squeezed to death by his enormous pythons. Trying to save his friend, he attempts to knock him over by tripping him. Before he falls into unconsciousness, a shotgun is heard from behind them. The bullets go flying into the mammoth’s back and he falls over dead. Cam rolls out of his arms to his side and appears to be lifeless. Drew notices the man with the shotgun and it appears to be Jefferson who just learned a few minutes before that the club was not what it appeared to be. Drew races over to check on Cam who awakens in severe pain. Jefferson goes to check for other survivors since Kenneth and Dennis have seemingly disappeared. Ambulances start showing up a minute later as the carnage looks to be subsiding. Welcome to the Main Event The time has arrived finally after so much preparation, dieting, bulking, cutting, tanning, and even fitting for the big moment in the spotlight. Lucas has started getting ready for this event for three years. He is one of those guys his friends have always talked about. His body has always had no problem responding to the different phases of his training. He isn’t necessarily the biggest guy in his circle of friends, but his is the one with the most definition. Speaking of friends, one of them, Jesse, has decided to join him in his upcoming event just in the last year. He certainly hasn't trained as long as Lucas since he doesn't look as cut or developed, but his insight into his friend’s training had helped him a lot. He always looked up to him when they were both younger, he may have even held a slight crush for him. Lucas has suspected that for quite some time, but didn't want to jeopardize their friendship in case he was upset about it. The closeness they have had lately to each other may make it a little more difficult to hide though. He tries to keep it professional, showing him how to pose, what muscles needs more work, what he needs to eat to look leaner, and how to look harder on stage. While Lucas is a bit shorter, he looks much bigger since they are both in the same weight class. They will be competing against eight other men, two of which they both know. One in particular, Maximo, has been a thorn in Lucas’s side for years because he also competed against him in not only bodybuilding, but also in sporting events in college. The guy loves rubbing his ego in his face every chance he gets. He used to bounce his pecs and flex his arms every chance he got because he always thought he was never going to lose to him. The other man, Zane, is less aggressive, possibly because he is also a lot older and wiser. He views him as a threat only because he has such maturity. He showed up to a previous competition unbelievably big and hard and won the overall easily. So here we are, the day of the main event. It is now that both Lucas and Jesse are prepping for the stage. Both think they look pretty dang good, since their muscles are harder than ever. While Lucas’s nerves appear to be quite low, Jesse seems a bit scared since this is a new experience for him. He reassures him that if he does his posing routine correctly, he will do fine. The other eight men are also prepping themselves as they pump themselves up. The order is selected and all ten of the competitors get in line to wait their turn to get on the stage. After each individual posing routine, the ten competitors are sent out on the stage at the same time. They are all supposed to do posedowns and try to outmuscle each other. Lucas gets on one end of the stage, while Jesse is on the other. The heat on the stage is starting to get unbearable because of the body heat being produced by all of the muscle gods. Jesse is the first competitor to bend over to take a break from the heat. It isn’t long before the guy beside him has to take a breather too. Then the guy beside him does the same thing. Lucas looks over and wonders what is heck is going on. Whatever is happening is starting to spread across the stage. Maximo though seems unfazed and continues to pose like he just won the event. Lucas finally stops posing to go to check on his friend. Jesse says he feels a little better now and gets back up from the floor to continue his posing. Lucas stays beside him to keep him company and starts posing again too. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices something strange occurring to his friend. He can see Jesse’s body starting to grow. He isn't the only one there with the same predicament either. The growth seems to be continuing on nearly all of the guys there. Lucas, Maximo, and Zane seem to be the only three on the stage to be unfazed by this phenomenon. The other six competitors seem to be accelerating their growth cycles since many in the audience seem to be hearing the stage beginning to buckle. Jesse has probably grown an extra 100 pounds at this point and doesn't seem to be stopping. Lucas is in a state of shock at what is happening to him. His friend seems completely oblivious to what is happening to him and is still trying to do his posing routine. Many in the audience have all started racing out of the building due to the impending carnage that is about to happen to the complex. The other two guys that were not growing, Maximo and Zane, have managed to leave without being noticed. Lucas remains with Jesse who is still growing rapidly with the other six men beside him. His growth has gotten so extreme now that he is falling through the floorboards of the stage. His posers are ripped off and his cock is swinging violently since it is probably about two feet long now. His mind appears to be gone since he now looks at Lucas with lust instead of concern. He tries to run from the giant but can't get very far. He realizes that he will pay dearly for staying with him this long. This growing beast grabs a hold of him and slams him to the ground. He attempts to crawl away from him, but the stage crumbles around him as he goes down with it. Lucas is unconscious by the collapse. The six growing giants are not fazed by the collapse and push their way through the debris. As he lies there unable to move, he will be violated by the giant that was once Jesse. He grabs Lucas’s lifeless body and rips his posers off. He squeezes his monstrous cock into his small hole and starts to slowly fuck him. He picks his tiny body up with his cock and moves to a clear spot away from the crumbling building. He loosens him up enough to push more of his girth into him. He draws a bit of blood now as it starts to drip from his hole. The huge creature doesn’t even notice this and continues to fuck him. His brain appears to be on lockdown as his ultimate goal is to pass his power on to Lucas. It is at that moment that he comes to his senses and awakens to feel nothing but unimaginable pain. He has managed to squeeze even more of his cock into him now. He realizes now that he is being raped by this giant as he tries to move, but it is like he is in cement as the behemoth is starting to lie on top of him. He screams in agony as the giant pushes nearly a foot of his cock into his anus. The hulk is starting to push his weight on top of him and is slowing suffocating him. Lucas tries to motion for him to stop but eventually goes unconscious again. The giant man is now starting to pump his thick ooze inside Lucas. With him being crushed slowly, it will take a lot to revive him. The other giants there have started to disperse through the crowd of people still in the building and found victims to penetrate. The cum is now flowing through his body filling up his intestines and even moving into his stomach. He lies there motionless underneath Jesse as his body begins to change as the spunk is absorbed. The hulk begins to feel his ass pushing against his cock as Lucas’s hole starts to widen. Muscles start exploding in size as they widen and swell up into enormous balloons. His back stops getting crushed and grows as muscles bunch up on top of each other. He manages to gain nearly twice his body weight as the hulking brute on top of him starts to groan at what is transgressing beneath him. Lucas still hasn't awakened yet, but his breathing is improving as his body’s organs are recovering rapidly with the new growth cycle. Jesse now pushes his cock all the way in and pumps even more cum into his body. Lucas grows again as he gets taller and taller going beyond 8’ feet and growing past 500 pounds. His increasing size is now surpassing Jesse. When Lucas finally awakens, he feels as if he has been born again. Interestingly, his mind is clear and not jaded like what happened with Jesse. He feels his cock still residing inside him and quickly scoots forward to get it out. Both of their enormous sizes have actually made a crater in the ground beneath them. As the freshly grown Lucas becomes aware of his surroundings, he tries to get up and stumbles into a tree, completely knocking it over with his might. He quickly turns to see Jesse getting up from his position and running towards him. Instead of running himself though, he stops dead in his tracks to clash with the now smaller hulk. The sound of the two behemoths colliding is enough to shatter the glass in the surrounding neighborhood. The complex where the bodybuilding event was held is now rubble. The eerie moans coming from the giants are heard coming from the middle of the debris. Their victims are metamorphosed into growing beasts themselves now as clothes are being shredded and muscles are popping and growing from every aspect of the complex rubble. It is not known how far this will go as a couple of men escaped the fury.
  10. TheWeremuscleForest

    The Facility

    Imagine yourself as a fairly nerdy guy with glasses and you have a decent body. You have minimal muscle brought on by natural genetics. You have never stepped foot inside a gym before either. A trusted friend of yours tells you about a special gym across town. You are afraid to go because you are socially awkward and have never truly interacted with any other men about your secret fetish. After some deep thought, you get the urge to check out this place. Your friend, Simon says that you have to go alone and that this is strictly for your own benefit. You enter the front lobby of the facility and notice that all of the men inside are incredibly muscular beauties pushing around obscene amounts of weight on the machines and the racks. You are trying to retain your composure as you watch these gorgeous men grunting and posing in front of mirrors located all over the facility. They are so infatuated with what they see in the mirror that they never notice you standing in the front doorway watching them. You are met by a very attractive guy with a hugely muscled body. He refers you to a side door that leads away from the main part of the facility. Your fears increase as you approach this door. You ask him to please come with you through the door and he nods. You are unknowingly attracted to him as you grab his right hand and squeeze it. The feelings you get as you hold his hand creates a sort of pleasant calm inside you. At the end of the hall, you ask the guy if he will come in with you, he says he cannot because this door was meant for you and not him. He tells you that he will wait for outside the door and promises that you won't regret ever going in. Your nervousness grows substantially as you enter. Once you do, the air feels completely different than the rest of the complex. You feel almost lightheaded from the pressure now being exerted on your head. A voice inside your mind begins speaking to you and telling you that you will give in to your pleasure and your nervousness will only heighten the process if you try to resist it. It even mentions that the hot guy waiting for you outside the door is your soul mate and that he once was a nerd himself. He apparently went through the process too and became what he wanted to become. It is just you in the room and you must decide what will happen to you next. It now feels as if there is something trying to burrow itself into your mind. It scares you immensely and you don't know what to do as this unseen force tries to take over your mind but you are not going to let it. You scream in agony as the pain begins to rush through you. The force begins to travel through your body as it infiltrates your muscles and won’t let go. There is an extreme amount of pressure building up in your chest as your body now shakes violently. The sweat is pouring and soaking your clothes. You keep resisting this force in your mind, but it is about to take over your body. Your clothes are now stuck to your body because of the extreme amount of sweating. The pressure has now turned to a pain that you can't feel anymore, and basically you have gone numb. It is at this point that you have lost control over most of your body. This force will unleash its fury on your muscles. You watch as your muscles explode in size shredding your shirt instantly. Your pants cling for life as your quads squeeze so hard an explosion goes off and the seams fling open. The underwear you are wearing is barely holding on as your cock and balls expand to twice their size. Now they are making tons of luscious cum. The force successfully overtakes every part of your body except the mind and it will try to do so once again. The numbness now subsides and you feel an unreal surge of power moving through your body. The force tries to get you to give in to your urges and to make you feel like you can do anything you want. Your soul mate, Howard, outside the door can hear everything going on in the room and is going through another change himself. His excitement over your anguish and transformation actually makes his own balls grow too as he also makes considering more cum than before. Your anguish soon ends because you cannot endure this kind of pain again. The cum building up in your balls is a way to make you give in to the force. It tries turning you into a sexual beast and you can't help but to run to the door and rip it off it hinges. You grab Howard and make him service you. He starts sucking you off and stroking his cock making you lose sight of your change. The force is winning the battle and you are losing your mind. As this happens, your body continues to grow and Howard is feeling his body grow as well. The thick cum building up inside your balls is now flowing from your cock into him and making him a slave to your muscle. You pull your cock out of his mouth and start spraying jet after jet onto his growing torso. His growing muscles begin shredding his clothes. He gets up and places his growing cock onto your body and starts spraying his own jizz onto it. It is at this point that you both have given your minds up to your lust. The facility itself goes into lockdown and neither one of you can get out. The two of you are completely unaware of what has happened and continue to have sex with each other. Behind a mirror in the back of the room are two men who helped create the facility. They created this room in particular to transform once downtrodden men into godlike behemoths for their own enjoyment. They watch the two of you fucking and sucking and worshipping each other while both of you still expand in size. It gets them so hot and bothered that they start having sex themselves. Your growth continues as you and Howard keep spraying each other over and over with thick gooey piles of cum. The force inside both your minds has changed your thinking completely and all you want to do is grow. The men behind the mirror, Rochester and Whitman, can see that you two are not going to stop and can't help their selves but to watch. They start fucking each other watching the carnage occurring. If the mirror breaks from within the room, the force will find its way into where they are. Whitman actually fears this could happen and tells Rochester that he is going to leave because he doesn't want that to happen to him. The bigger man of the duo, Chester, steps in front of him and says that he will not leave because he does want to see it happen. The two of you still growing in the other room are starting to get as big as the walls. You stick your gigantic hands out to push against the metal as you hear the walls beginning to buckle and cracks forming. The mirror separating the two areas is also starting to crack as Whit tries desperately to run away from it. Chester though is holding him down on the floor making him agonize over what will happen next. As the mirror shatters, the air changes inside the area and consumes the man holding Whit down. He starts to laugh as his body explodes with growth as muscles start popping out everywhere on his body. Whit tries to fight off the force but it takes him over quickly as his body rips through his clothes almost immediately. The two of you in the other room are now attempting to break out of the complex and take off. You and Howard shatter the steel walls like they are made of styro-foam and start speeding your way through the city like lightning. Chester and Whit are now not too far behind. While the two of you have sort of regained a small amount of your minds back, the other two have gone mad with their insatiable desire for more. The force that was being held from within the facility has now been released into the air outside and is starting to make its way to wherever it can. You and Howard both realize that by breaking out of the facility, they have unleashed a power that cannot be stopped, but they also know that nothing can stop it now. Both you and Howard stop to look behind your backs to see that Chester and Whit are chasing them down because they obviously want to take in more power. They start running again down the main street of the city and hear buildings shaking and windows breaking. They stop again for a few seconds just to see a man in a nearby cafe physically grow out of the walls and soar through about two floors of the building before he finally stops expanding. He eventually breaks out of the building and starts chasing after them too. You and Howard begin running again as they race towards the ocean ahead. You feel the man from the cafe getting closer to both of you and stop to turn around. Behind this man you notice that Chester and Whit are being raped by numerous supermen that have also transformed. The man in the cafe catches up to both of you and starts to squeeze the life out of Howard. You punch him and realize that you can't do anything to him because you all have the same amount of strength. You manage to wrestle him to the ground and Howard gets loose. You both turn to start running again as the mob of supermen eventually trample the man from the cafe. Finally the two of you get to the ocean and have to make a quick decision. You both fear that if you jump in, neither one of you will be able to swim and might even die. A decision is made as you both close your eyes and hold each other as the mob continues to race towards you. When the timing is just right, you both separate and run about 50 feet away from each as hundreds upon hundreds of crazy supermen go barreling into the ocean. You both watch as these men start flailing incessantly since they are now too big to swim. Next, both you and Howard run away from the ocean and start looking for a way out of the city. Neither one of you know what will happen next as this force is loose throughout the entire world. It is an uncertain future for the two of you, but at least you both have each other. The sequel is here: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/4896-the-facility-ii-the-return-to-where-you-started-living/
  11. FREaky

    Wet Dreams May Come Part 9

    Wet Dreams May Come - Part 9 by F_R_Eaky Part 1: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2388-wet-dreams-may-come-part-1/ Part 2: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2402-wet-dreams-may-come-part-2/ Part 3: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2407-wet-dreams-may-come-part-3/ Part 4: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2419-wet-dreams-may-come-part-4/ Part 5: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2420-wet-dreams-may-come-part-5/ Part 6: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2426-wet-dreams-may-come-part-6/ Part 7: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2437-wet-dreams-may-come-part-7/ Part 8: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2451-wet-dreams-may-come-part-8/ Devon shut the door to his bedroom and walked into the kitchen to start a pot of tea for him and Anton. "Well, what do you think? Is he the lost child?" "I won't know for sure until I get the blood and hair samples back to the lab and they run the test, but even if not, there's a good chance we can get him tagged in as part of the family anyway?" "Really, even if the DNA doesn't match?" "Look, the government has to hold the property for the family until an heir can claim it or they then have to turn around and sell it to help take pay for the care the family is now receiving. Since they already have enough money confiscated to pay for that, they'd prefer not to have to try and sell the property as it will mean they need to spend hours in court condemning the buildings that are there, then paying for their being torn down, then paying for landscaping, all in order just to sell the place. It's a bit boggy, quite overgrown, and out in the farthest reaches of civilization as possible in the Welsh countryside so it's not exactly a buyers jewel, if you understand what I'm saying. The government would rather turn it over to an heir and the let him/her deal with it. "Now, even if the DNA doesn't match, we could still pass him off as the lost child due to a few coincidences that most people would never believe to be just coincidence. One, the woman the one family member accosted had brown hair described in similar fashion to the color of Drake's. 2. The branch of the family that the lost child would be connected to had a serious amount of inbreeding, resulting in them developing a mutation that called for their pituitary to act up. The average of the males there are all between 7' 4" to 7' 7" tall. According to you, Drake is 8' tall, and he certainly looks every bit of it stretched out and beyond your bed in there. 3. The family has been in reclusion in the deeper country and mountainous parts of Wales and that's where you said you found Drake. If he sounds like them when he talks, that's just one more thing added. Surely you can see the easy of passing him off. What would be the chances of two sets of giant like people coming from the same area with similar physical triats?" "So no matter what, you're pretty much going to tie him into that family." "It's the best chance he has of getting registered without too many questions. Otherwise, he's an eight foot tall bodybuilder demi-god of man that's been wandering around for twenty-eight did you say? Twenty-eight years. Unless he was sequestered down there with that family, he'd be pretty hard to miss." Just then Devon's phone rang. He took the call and looked a little worried and perplexed at the same time while listening to the person on the other end of the line. He didn't say much other than a few meager utterances such as, "uh-huh.... yes....right.....ok." Hanging up the phone he stood there quite motionless for some time. "Devon, are you alright? You look a bit bothered." "I'm ok...just more than your section of Britania might want to lay claim to Drake." "How do you mean?" "I took him out to that pub last night; great food low prices." "If you're going to feed him, sounds logical." "But it's a bar exclusively for folks who do a lot of weight training." "My God, the questions they must have had for him." "Indeed and we nearly answered them all. But apparently, some took more pictures than I noticed, and they've sent them in to the people at Guinness World Records. They're wanting to tout him as the world's largest anything that he can cover." "Well, he definitely might make the world's most muscular and developed, possible foot-shoe size. I think he would definitely be Britain's tallest living man now, but I think he's a little short for world's tallest living man or tallest according to history." "Well that was Nigel, the bar owner. Guinness people have already come down to the bar to talk with him. They're wanting to measure him there if possible and on live t.v. Of course, Nigel has no problem with that, he'll make killing off of the till that day." "Ah..." laughed Anton. "Well, in that case I better tend to my work. You'll need his credentials soon than expected with that event happening. I need to go in today anyway. Less people around to see or catch me doctoring documents." Devon let Anton out and then slowly walked back to his bedroom. Before opening the door he could here some slight moaning and groaning. Hurriedly rushing in, he caught sight of Drake moaning and writhing on the bed, his huge member raising the sheets nearly off him. Not really knowing what to do, and doing it in his sleep, Drake reached out for his member, causing the bed sheet to slide away. He began to rub his cock as best as he could while moaning and groaning. When the climax hit, he woke up with a start, and Devon who noticed Drake's cock was pointing straight up shouted, "Push it down towards the bed! Push it down towards the bed!" Drake managed to do so, although not quite in time. "UWUAAAAAH!" The first volley of cum went through the air and landed on a shirt hanging out of the laundry basket. "AH-OOOOOOOOOOH!" The internal feeling and the jerkiness caused by the first volley caused Drake to twitch a bit, pointing his cock sideways, and the second volley hit a chair. "OOOOH-HO-HO!" Trying to aim his cock down again, the third volley hit another shirt from the laundry bin, and upon his last moan, the fourth volley struck the mattress, while the rest of the volleys just oozed out of him running down from his head slit to his cock base and balls. As with what happened before, some magic occured. The two shirts, the chair, and the mattress all suddenly increased in size and mass, becoming exactly the size needed to fit Drake's enormity. "Well... that saves the problem of having to wait for the clothes again. You needed a new shirt, although it's lessening my wardrobe choices." Devon smiled and smirked. But Drake didn't remain lost in his euphoria of having an orgasm. "I... I need to hide. Away from any windows!" "What? why? The only place you can do that is in the bathroom, but you won't really fit in there. You're just a bit..." Drake didn't wait. He got up practically running for the door, and managed to successfully duck and twist through it with easy this time. Before he Devon knew it, Drake was in the bathroom, although looking somewhat stuffed into the much smaller apartment room. Deciding it was best to let Drake calm down before going in and asking what was going on, Devon picked up the now larger shirts, plus the bed sheets, and deposited them into the washing machine. He came back and attempted to do the best he could in reassmbling the head board and positioning the new larger mattress while placing some boxes underneath it for support. Eventually he got it arranged so that at first glance it looked like a proper, non-broken, bed again, albeit one of considerable size. But after putting the last of the covers on to the bed, the hairs on the back of his head began to rise. Slowly he stood up, wondering what this feeling was. He turned and faced the bedroom door that went out onto a balcony. It had a few bugs on it, and more were collecting on to the panes of glass, and these were not pretty looking bugs like fireflies either. There were very spiney and grotesque looking. More and more gathered upon the door until finally they all flew away as if to fly around the corner of the building. Devon raced to the kitchen to look at the windows there where the bugs again gathered in mass. They moved off of there and doubled back around the building. Devon raced back towards the bedroom, but made a quick dash into the living room first to read something left by James Whitehart, the Druid, and pick up a bag of items he bought on his way to the pub the night before. Darting back to the kitchen, her turned on the faucet in the sink under the window. Then he ran back to the bedroom and stood motionless. The sickening bugs had gathered in mass on the door again, but had made a large circle to see out of in the center. They were chirping and chattering loudly, and Devon wondered if he the sounds of the door breaking, or splintering. Suddenly the two topiary trees on his balcony came to life. Their branches moving and growing in towards one another until they formed the outline of man. No, not just a man, for the branches clearly defined a crown on top of his head. The plant man made motion as if to enter, and it seemed like the door gave way a tiny bit, although it didn't open nor did it let him pass. The eyes of the tree man locked onto Devon's and he made motion to walk forward again. This time however, Devon reached into the bag and pulled out a long pair of black scissors. They were made of iron. Opening them up, he then tossed them towards the doorway so they landed in front of them. This sent many of the bugs to chirping, if not possibly shrieking, and the tree man to stop moving forward. Devon reached and pulled out four more pairs of iron scissors, opened them and threw them towards the patio door. He also pulled out a bag of salt, cutting a slit into the side and tossed it near the door as well, the contents exploding all over the door frame and sill upon the bag's impact with the floor. The tree man backed up on the balcony a bit, and Devon took that moment to walk forward with bag in hand and began to hastily lay pots containing plants of St. John's Wort out in a line. He then hung a branch of Rowan with dried Rowan berries across the curtain rod, as well as setting out pots of clover and sprinkling a dust of oatmeal and salt upon the floor. He then began to pull books out from bookself and toss them haphazardly in front of the door, the pots, salt, oatmeal, and scissors, and then finally, he reached into his pocket pulled out his cell phone and hit an activation button. That button turned on a sprinkler system placed just in front of the doors. The creepy little bugs were chirping furiously and had backed off the door completely, flying in a great cloud to and fro behind the tree man. The tree man took a step forward, but not into the stream of water created by the sprinkler. He stared long and hard at Devon, and then as if carried on the wind he heard the following. "I know he's lived inside your hill, but know not if he resides there still, Yet he will not live with man for many day, For he's not of your world; he's a child of fey. You know your enchantments, and this day have won, But you shall not keep me from claiming my son. The only way this seed shall leave my tree, is entrapping him by men's ways: three times three. I have more tricks that I shall call upon, And you'll rue this day, says, Lord Oberon!" There was a flash of lightning and the two topiary trees returned to normal, and the cloud of bugs was gone. Devon made a dash to the bathroom, to find Drake, somewhat sitting in the tub, crying. Drake was of course far too tall and long, to fit lying down length ways in the tub. Even if he sat up in the tub, his thighs, and perhaps even his calves were too big and thick for him to fit in the tub that way either. No, there was just enough room for him to sit his but down in the tub, back against the side wall, and his knees, shins, and feet sticking out over the open tub side. "I don't think you have as much to be scared of." "But if my father has sensed any of that accidental magic..." "Oh, he sensed it alright. I just saw him and kept him from entering the apartment." "You saw my father? How did you stop him from..." "I spoke with a Druid when I started having the dreams you caused. He gave me a list of things that protected me from the fey. One of which I think will help protect you immensely." "What is that?" "Look at your hands." And Drake looked down at his hands and noticed that they were an odd sort of green, particularly dark in the palms and inside of the fingers, lightening out towards the outer part of the hand and down the wrists. "What is this? Is this some kind of tattoo?" "No... It's an allergic reaction to metal. Usually you see it on people having a reaction to wearing something made of copper or brass, but in your case it was from the weight lifting last night. The first bar and some of the older weight plates were made of iron." "Iron! I can't touch iron that... that...." "That was something that was fatal to you before, but now is only a mild allergin. Probably because number one you are more human than you think, and two because you have the body of a bodybuilder. Bodybuilders lift weights to achieve this massive size and strength. The lift a lot of bars and weights around like you did last night. So much in fact it is often called the 'iron sport' or the 'iron lifestyle.' I think if you continue to lift once you are totally human, that will infuse your body with a lot of iron contact, and thus probably not something your father could change back easily or bring back into the hill." "This... body size...why do you like it so much? And why have you never tried to achieve it, if you like the look of it so?" "I have tried... it's just the genes, the DNA, that which makes up what I am, was only programmed for me to become this tall, and even though I work out, only progammed to be built this big, which isn't very big at all." "And the fact that I am...even larger than your very big and tall men, how does that make you feel?" "I feel sorry on one hand, for you will fit into nothing, like this tub for example, but on the other hand, you are so big and powerful and strong, yet you still have such a nice personality, I like it... I like it very much." Drake flexed one of his arms and looked at the rise of the bicep. "I like this too. I feel like I am a giant and invincible. Like I could take on my father and win. Giants are impervious to fairy magic...they are far too large of a creature for our magic to affect." Devon reached out an grabbed a hold of Drake's arm as best as he could giving it a squeeze - he never made it squish. Giving in Devon leaned in and kissed the peak of Drake's bicep and then began to run his tongue, outlining the crevices and valleys that made the large, bunched ball of muscle. Drake's cock began to get long, thick, and erect again. "Oh! Oh!.... Devon... You are making me feel.... so strong and so... so..." "The term is horny, Drake." "I want to do something with you...to have you take my seed? Can two males do this?" "We can not make a child, Drake, but we can most definitely take each other's seed...." And Devon stood up, moved the shower curtain so that is was partially under Drake in the tub, hanging over the side, but then hanging via some twine to catch water and send it back into the tub. Accomplishing that, he then turned the hot water on for the shower and knelt down in front of Drake and began to lick and stroke Drake's massive member. Drake was feeling absolutely ecstatic over the treatment he was getting from Devon, but Devon was slowing down, and finally backed off. "Devon? Devon, what's is wrong." "I don't know if this is going to work out? I love the fact that you're this huge guy and all, but I've had problems with big men before. The one who was muscle bound was a jerk, the one who was so tall, it was problem being together because of our height differences. The one with the large cock was soooo good in so many ways, but also so painful and he needed sex all the time to keep his needs and desires satiated. Here you are bigger than all of them in their individual ways... I really love the fantasy, but I don't know how realistically we're going to work out. Especially if you become fully human... or worse yet, we can't keep your father at bay. Then what?" Drake leaned down, grabbed Devon and pulled him in for a kiss. It was deep, it was passionate. Drake ran his tongue inside Devon's mouth and practically down his throat. Devon thought for a moment or two he was going to lose conciousness. "Devon... you have possibly made my dreams come true. For that I can and will only and always love you. Even if I got bigger, I would be yours and would do what I need to work it out with us. Maybe me being this big isn't exactly what your real life needs, but I will be here to make your fantasy your real life as long as possilbe, even if it is only for the week, or a day." It was all Devon needed to hear. He leaned back in and kissed Drake, then moved his mouth down to Drake's chest and began to suck on a nipple til it was long and hard. All the while he was gropping and massaging Drake's chest and arms, running his fingers all over Drake's abs. Eventually the build up was too much for Devon, he needed more... He stood up and then straddled Drake's neck, his legs hanging off of Drake's shoulders, he teasted Drake's mouth with his tiny little cock, and then let himself slide backwards little by little until his ass sat on top of Drake's cock head. Grabbing the shampoo he drizzled it all over Drake's enormous rod and wiped it all over his ass and hole, and then began to slide down on it as best as he could. "AAAAHHHH PIXIE JINXES!" The feeling of Devon's tight ass engulfing his cock head sent sensations down Drake's schlong and throughout his body the likes of which he never knew. Finally getting into the rythm of the motion and the action, Drake wrapped his hands around Devon's waist and began to help lift him up and push him down... up and down...up and down..... Devon's hands roamed over the arms and traced thier veins Tried to reach out and feel the shoulders and traps of Drake as he hoisted him up and down. Drake tried his best reach out with his mouth and tongue whenever Devon was up and lick Devon's tiny prick. The shower, the shampoo, Devon's tight hole all proved too much for Drake and eventually he let out a mighty roar and spewed his gunk into the stretched ass of Devon. Pulling Devon up, still upon his cock, Drake gave Devon another deep, full kiss. They sat there lip locked for a moment and then Drake opened his eyes in surprise... his cock was getting heavier... and heavier... it was getting bigger! Opening eyes fully to look at Devon and then tell him was was going on, he was a little surprise when Devon suddenly lurched forward towards him. And then he lurched again. "Oooooohh" Devon cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Suddenly Drake felt something hard poking him in his chest... It was Devon's cock and it was growing.... THROB....Growing....SWELL.....GROWING! In fact all of Devon was growing. Drake saw Devon's feet swelling, lengthening, thickening, getting longer and wider more and more. Devon's hands were pulsing and lengthening too as they reached out to caress and hold Drake's body. His legs lengthen and stretched until they touched the floor and then began to bend and the knees began to rise higher and out forward more like Drake's did while sitting on low, low things. His torso began to rise higher and higher in the tub stall and his arms began to stretch out increasing in their reach. And then his bones began to get thicker and thicker, denser and fuller, he was losing his short and thin, lithe boney look and taking on the frame of someone big, very big and raw boned. A man who looked like a mountain before he even began to workout. A man with bones so thick they had to be made of iron and steel. And then every muscle on his body began to twitch and flex, pop and swell, might rivers of veins grew upon him like ivy winding its way around posts. They caused the muscles to swell and plump, feeding them everything the needed to grow....Grow...GROOOOOOOOW! The calves just suddenly blowing up and stretching out... WHAM into something that looked like exceptionally large hearts or diamonds cut out of granite rock. The thighs bulged and swelled growing into massive tree trunks that split in several tear dropped shapes that snapped too and held firm like rock, not jiggly like tears themselves would be. Taut steel cable extended up the back of the thigh highlighting how large and full his biceps fempros and semitendinosis were developing. Drake tried to steady his hold on Devon by grabbing him by the buttocks, but he could feel the gluteus maximus swelling, bubbling, tightening, hardening into two beautful ball bearings of muscle. The tub was groaning now, announcing its displeasure at the increased size and weight it was carrying. Devon's feet and legs had grown in to the spot with Drake's thighs and there simply was no room for all of that muscle. The fiberglass began to buckle and break, in some places shatter, water was getting all over the bathroom floor, yet still Devon kept growing. His abs and obliques bunched and tightened, a stone here, a brick there, another brick here, one more stone there. Brick...brickbrickbrickbrickbrickbrickBRICK! Until finally his whole midsection grew into what most men would describe as a brick wall. Then his lats flared out, and flared some more, becoming massive wings extending from his sides. His back broadened and his traps too, his shoulders increase in width and rounded up higher and fuller. Soon his was just so wide and full thre wasn't any tapered v from back to waist - it was just this enormous wall that sat on top of this tiny little coloumn of bricks. His neck lengethend and thickened into a mighty and beefy column holding up proudly his new larger, fuller head. Then his arms exploded in size, like some kind of balloons just being filled up with water or air and en excessive rate. It took only a matter of minutes for them to go from twigs into something that looked like a plastic surgeon inserted bowling balls for the peak, plus extra for the tricpes and hamhocks for each forearm. Then Devon's hair grew out in to a full mane on his head, while a two to three days worth of stubble grew out upon his face. The hair continued to grow out upon his body, feathering and falling in the direction and shape of each muscle. And Devon's cock continued to grow getting so much fatter and longer, harder, thicker, it rose and rose and rose into the eagerly awaiting mouth of Drake who was still busily trying to push and pull Devon on his cock. Then it happened. Despite the fact of Drake having just came moments before, the two suddenly erupted inside one another, Drake in Devon's ass, and Devon in Drake's mouth. The swelling and growing commenced again for just a short while, but still one could tell they had seriously grown even taller and thus broader and bigger than before. Chances were more than likely they could take the title of the world's tallest men now, living or history. The tub groaned its last and the outer side shattered giving way. completely. Devon and Drake's legs and feet moved forward and into the sink breaking it, its pipes, and the cabinet underneath it. Devon grew such that his body pressed agains the wall behind which was contained the laundry units and his body crushed that wall and damaged the washing machine. Luckily its last spin cycle was done so no extra water was spilling out onto the floor, but it did dump a majority of Devon's clothes, and when Devon pulled himself off of Drake's cock, Drake screammed in delight and shot one more load onto the clothes which in turn grew and grew. Volley after volley Drake shot onto various clothes falling out of the washing and then dryer units, until at last with one almost high pitched scream he blew a volley clear across the room. And that volley contained something that looked like a tiny stick and when it hit the wall, it shattered into a pouff of pixie dust. "What... what was that?" cried out Devon, breathless. "Oh...yes...I remember now...I had to hide my fairy wand while I was going through the transformation, but I couldn't just set it down anywhere. I had no place to hold it, no place to set it down, and then I saw this thing growing between my legs with a hole at the end, so I hid my wand in there. I had forgotten that." "Well I think....think... it's history now. Now chance for your father to trace you by magic now. C'mon, let's stand up and get cleanned up, again, and go to the bed room." The two stood up, raming their heads through the ceiling, and nearly collapsing back down. Their exit from the bathroom still didn't work croutching a their chests and back were so full the "bend down and twist" option wasn't working well for them either. They wound up decimating both the bathroom and bedroom doorways. Devon reaching in and shutting the water off to the bathroom, he squeezed into the kitchen and wet some towels down before shutting the water off at the sink there. Returning to the bedroom, he took a wet towel and helped wipe off Drake, while Drake did the same to him. The rubbing and gropping got both men turned on again and Drake finally looked at Devon in a different way. "Devon, my friend, my love. I think you are as big as I am, in every way!" "Am I?" said Devon as he flexed his upper arms. "Yes." said Drake, as he pulled Devon into a kiss, and down upon the mattress which was now too small for them and exhausted they drifted off to sleep.
  12. TheWeremuscleForest

    The Achilles Effect

    Achilles strived to be a big bodybuilder for many years and finally did so after a lot of hard work. His once skinny frame filled out with big thick bulky arms, a giant bull neck, and a huge beefy chest. He always was an attractive guy with a handsome face but deep down wanted to be a hulking brute. He achieved these goals through the normal process of lifting, eating tons, and sleeping right. Life gets in the way of these things sometimes, but he never wavered. His job as a barista is sometimes quite hectic and his personal life could also get in the way of his training. He is quite the intellectual too always wanting to focus on his writings and his interests in poetry and music. While Achilles was already a large man by anyone's standards, deep down he’d wanted to be even stronger and much bigger than he already is. So one day he put his thoughts into his blog, but he would never push the ‘post’ button. He closed his eyes while sitting in his desk chair and just imagined himself bigger and more massive than he already is. Achilles always wore his favorite denim shirt because it made his arms look very impressive and has a favorite pair of black pants too that he wore to the gym because they were comfortable. Sitting calmly in the chair, his imagination became his reality as his arms, pecs, legs, and back started to expand stretching the fabric on his shirt and pants to the point that they bust and shred without much effort. He hears something crack and discovers that it is his chair. He crashes to the ground and makes everything in his house shake under his growing frame. Achilles was 240 pounds before he started growing, but after his sudden growth spurt, he is now up to 260 after getting on the scale in his bathroom. He goes ahead and erases his blog entry after what he just experienced. Achilles is originally from England and wanted to take a trip back there to visit his family. While he is there, he wants to meet up with other British blokes from the forum, so he posted an entry in the personals. Almost immediately he got a response from a guy in Manchester. The man tells him that he is willing to meet up with Achilles for brunch and then they could discuss 'other things'. Achilles never tells him just how big he really is, but he does give him a fair description of what his face looks like so the man isn’t completely in the dark. A week goes by and Achilles arrives in London. He goes to visit his family for a few days to catch up on their lives and to let them know how he is doing. They are amazed at the dramatic transformation he has undertaken. He tells them that he has to meet up with a friend that evening and can’t stay long. He promises to make a return to visit again soon. Luckily he still retains his sweet mild-mannered nature and bids adieu until later. He arrives in Manchester that evening and meets up with the other bloke at a small cafe. He is shocked to see that the other guy is also quite large and quite hot. The man's bulging arms go down to his amazing chest and huge quads. His cheeky smile says it all when he says, 'are you surprised mate?' Achilles could hardly say anything because he is blown away by the man's beauty. The man then says, 'should we just skip this and go to the hotel?' Achilles nods and says, 'yes mate that might be wise.' It doesn't take long before Achilles gets the urge to start rubbing the man's huge shoulders before they even leave the cafe. They get to the hotel and without saying anything at all, the man leads Achilles to the suite that they purchased. Before they can get into the door, the man takes his shirt off and starts to flex his guns and bounces his pecs. Achilles does the same taking his shirt off and starts posing his self. It becomes a hot session as both men rub and massage each other taking in each other’s scents and start slowly tasting the bitter sweat off each other. The session lasts for quite a while before Achilles asks him what his name is. The man smiles and says, 'call me Nathan mate.' Achilles smiles back and says, 'sure mate.' Achilles sits down, closes his eyes, and imagines Nathan getting thicker than he currently is. Nathan, still standing in the middle of the suite, starts groaning as Achilles can hear some kind of popping sound with his eyes still closed. He wonders if this imagining process will work on Nathan. Achilles opens his eyes and sees his fantasy come true as the gorgeous Brit starts getting taller. His pants grow tighter and start shredding the seams on the sides. Nathan's already huge frame gets bigger as his pecs grow fuller and his arms grow much thicker. His wide back gets even wider with additional muscles appearing on top of the huge muscles already there. Finally, his pants give way revealing stupendous quads and impressive calves. The growing stops after Nathan gains 40 pounds of muscle on top of what he started with and gains four inches in height. His head nearly touches the ceiling in the hotel suite. Achilles can't help but to go over and start massaging Nathan's newly grown musculature. He rubs his huge chest against Nathan's and the two behemoths start stroking their selves. Nathan pulls his posers off revealing a nice engorged cock and begins to stroke it. The two men eventually get their selves close after a lot of edging and shoot their huge loads onto each other. Achilles says that he has to go soon because he needs to go to America and meet up with a man he knows from Boston. Nathan understands and gives Achilles a hug before saying that he needs to come back to Manchester sometime. Achilles agrees that he will return and they say their goodbyes. He then makes a mad dash out of the suite to get to the airport to catch his flight. It took him several hours to arrive in Boston and is quite surprised at how gorgeous the coastline is. He has a little time to spare before he meets up with his buddy so he goes on to the boardwalk to take in the view. Achilles decides to set up his date with this man on the beach close to the water. The man calls to tell him that he has to finish a social case and will arrive a little later than usual because a family needs his help with some personal matters. Achilles likes the fact that the man is so caring and tells him that he will have no problem waiting for him. About an hour after the call was made, the man shows up wearing a yellow polo with khaki shorts. He is an absolute tank of a man and has reddish blonde hair just about everywhere that Achilles can see and wear glasses. His reddish beard is a sight to behold. Achilles is stunned by how thick and beefy he is for his height since he is not an extremely tall guy. The two of them decided to go eat at a nearby pier restaurant and are discussing the day and evening plans. The man tells him how he wishes he was a little taller because he feels so small for his height. Achilles disagrees completely with his thinking but does understand why the man would feel the way he does. They finish their meals and go back to the beach to enjoy their evening. The man decides to take his shirt off to reveal the thick hairy muscles on his chest and lies down beside Achilles so they talk for a little bit about general things. After about a half-hour, Achilles dares the man to go into the water without any of his clothes on. The man accepts the dare and strips his pants off to reveal nicely shaped quads, a huge ass, and a great cock. He jumps into the water and yells for Achilles to join him. It doesn’t take much for him to take all of his clothes off and join the large man. The two of them gaze into each other’s eyes and start kissing. Achilles holds the hairy stud in his arms and decides to close his eyes. He starts to imagine what would happen if the man suddenly grew taller and gained more muscle on top of what he already had. He asks the man what his name is and he says it is Jon. Achilles smiles and hugs Jon really tight with his eyes still closed. After a couple of minutes, he feels Jon tightening up and hears him moan in a really deep husky tone. The hunky muscle bear is beginning to feel a major change happening from within. Achilles feels Jon's back starting to stretch wider and his spine begins popping adding several inches to his frame. His back continues to get thicker and more developed with each second. Jon's glasses break as his head grows larger accommodating his new size. His hairy pecs are getting incredibly dense and quite hard as well as his abs and quads. Achilles can feel Jon's cock lengthen beneath his own as he continues to keep his eyes closed. As he continues to hold him, the grip he had on Jon is getting looser since he no longer can feel Jon's face. Instead it is his chest that is in front of his head now. Jon's voice has deepened exponentially too as he can feel Jon's growing glutes on his hands. When Achilles does open his eyes, he looks up at the newly tall Jon and smiles at him. Jon smiles back and lifts Achilles up to his face to give him a passionate kiss. The two muscle gods start worshipping each other, rubbing their chests together as the waves hit them and they take in the warm evening sun. They both admit that they like each other quite a bit and must do this again sometime soon. Achilles tells him that unfortunately he has to leave since he has another engagement to attend to the next day. Before he leaves though, Jon grabs a hold of his waist and squeezes his huge rod into Achilles hole to give him a goodbye fuck. The sensation sends him into absolute bliss as Jon thrusts in and out of him for several minutes before he finally pulls out and cums on to Achilles huge beefy pecs. They kiss one last time and he departs for his next destination. Achilles looks inside his calendar book and sees that New York is going to be his next stop on the way. He manages to hop into a taxi located near the pier and it drives him to the nearest rental shop to pick up a car. Once he gets there, he selects his car and begins his drive to New York. At a rest stop on one of the highways up, he calls his good buddy in the city and asks him where he wants to meet him. The other man mentions a park near where he lives so they can talk. Achilles says that is okay with him but it will probably take a few hours before he can there. The man says that he has to get some errands done in the meantime and eat dinner with his husband. Achilles decides to stop at a local hotel for the night to get some rest before getting up the next morning to eat a hearty breakfast. He manages to arrive at the park, but he is a little late. He sees his good buddy sitting on a bench relaxing and watching the birds up in the trees. He turns to look at Achilles and has a Cheshire cat smile. He is wearing a white t-shirt with white pants and has really wide pecs that jut out quite prominently from his chest. Achilles notices them from the moment he saw him sitting there. He goes to sit beside the beefy man and strikes up a conversation all the while trying to keep his distance because he knew the man was married. After a few minutes of just random chit chat, Achilles closes his eyes and imagines his older buddy getting a lot bigger and thicker. He hears the man squirming beside him on the park bench and hears his muscles stretching and popping. Without opening his eyes, Achilles asks the growing man, 'Richard, are you feeling okay?' Richard answers in a rough tone, ‘uhhh, I think so. I seem to be in the middle of a growth phase right now.' Achilles opens his eyes and notices Richard’s pecs swelling up and out into huge hairy boulders of muscle. His beefy legs are beginning to stretch the fabric of his pants. Incredibly, he watches in amazement as Richard's back and lats bust their way through his t-shirt. His enormous pecs are now shredding the front of his shirt and are bouncing involuntarily when it finally falls off. His beefy arms have developed into cannons and his shoulders are now getting absurdly huge. He is now hairier then he was before. Richard starts flexing his new bis and tris and can’t help but to rub all of the new muscle that just appeared. His greyish goatee has turned back to black as well as the fur on his body. Achilles can hear Richard's pants ripping the seams down the sides exposing his new gargantuan quads with their diamond-shaped muscularity. Achilles starts rubbing him up and down feeling his new massiveness. He won’t try to have sex with him, but compliments him on his dramatic transformation. Richard is quite thankful for Achilles' help in getting him over the plateau and tells him that he will remember this someday when they meet again. Achilles is glad that Richard is happy but has to admit that he needs to go meet someone in Georgia and must leave in just a bit. Before he leaves though, Richard wants him to meet his hubby and to see the reaction he will have to his growth. Achilles thinks this is a great idea and will wait to meet him. After a few phone calls and about twenty more minutes, Richard’s husband arrives and barely recognizes him in all of his buff glory. After a few laughs from the three men, Achilles says his goodbyes to the couple and sets off for the southern states. It will take him nearly two more days to arrive at his next destination Atlanta, Georgia. There he is going to meet his good friend, G T, and take in the sights of the city. He reaches him by phone the night he gets there and wants to meet up. G T tells Achilles to stop by the gym he is at right now. When he gets there, G T is in the middle of his workout. He stands and watches G T pumping his huge beefy chest with some nice sized dumbbells. He has a huge back already, but Achilles is starting to imagine what G T will look like with a much larger one. He wears thin glasses and has very fine curly black body hair all over his chocolate-colored skin. Achilles remains standing and closes his eyes creating a picture in his head of what G T will look like as a much denser version of himself. The clanking of the dumbbells he is using slows down quickly and he can hear the big black man grunting more than before. Then he hears a faint sound coming from G T's body, one that sounds quite promising. This time, Achilles wants to keep his eyes open to watch G T’s transformation, but notices that it halts when he opens them. G T is lying on a bench doing his dumbbell flys, but feels something happening in his chest. Achilles decides to close his eyes again to start thinking about G T's growth once again and starts to imagine his arms swelling. He can hear the black stud grunting again as G T starts noticing his arms getting even beefier than before but much more solid. He doesn't have the vascularity, but his muscles are definitely growing. He does a rep or two and watches his hairy pecs moving up and down growing wider and more defined. His legs appear to be getting much thicker too as well as his back thickening outward. Achilles opens his eyes and looks down at G T lying on the bench nearly falling off the side with his new body. He manages to get up to smile at him while still wearing his glasses. The two men manage to get a few rubs in on each other before G T has to go shower and find some clothes that are a few sizes up from where he was before. Once he dresses, the two studs decide to go to dinner and discuss workout tips. Achilles receives a text from a good friend down in Miami that wants him to come and meet him for a few hours. He tells G T that he can’t stay much longer, but he will definitely come back when he has more time. G T wanted to spend the evening with Achilles and seems a tad aggravated, but he will settle for some kind of parting gift. They determine an arm wrestling match would suffice and it ends with a draw. Achilles bids G T adieu for now after eating a very satisfying meal. His trip to Miami takes almost an entire day. He arrives and is blown away by the tropical setting and the wonderful beaches. He stops at one of them to take in the air and to just peer out on to the Atlantic Ocean. While walking barefoot down the coast, he receives another text from his friend and is told to meet him at his condo. Once he gets there, he is met by a nicely built man wearing all Under Armour gear and has a well-kempt beard with an impressive tattoo covering his huge right arm. The man smiles big at Achilles and hugs him for nearly an entire minute. He then introduces Achilles to his boyfriend. After the nice introduction, Achilles and the hunky man leave to catch a bite to eat. It is decided that it would be natural to go eat Cuban food, so they do. The big Brit can’t help but to take in the man's huge frame and incredible body lines as they head to the restaurant. He knows the hunk has a boyfriend, but is completely smitten with him anyway. They end up in a corner booth at the restaurant and start talking about books and music. They learn that both of them have similar interests. The conversation eventually changes to talking about beaches. The tall hunk mentions South Beach and how they really need to just go there and relax for a while. Achilles agrees with his suggestion and says they should take their food with them. After packing their meals to go, they get there and find a spot to finish eating. The man sheds his shirt when he finishes and pulls his pants off to show off his incredible legs. He is also wearing a speedo and it makes his butt look amazing. Achilles can’t believe how great this man looks already. The tall stud decides to take a little stroll down the beach for a few minutes, so Achilles closes his eyes and imagines the man growing bigger as he walks. Achilles yells, 'Victor, hold on mate, you are getting too far away from me.' Victor yells back, 'Then get your tush over here.' Achilles remains seated to continue visualizing his buddy growing as he takes each additional step. As Achilles focuses on his fantasy, Victor starts to feel a sensation traveling through his entire body. He looks down to see his quads thickening up and his butt growing. The growth is so sudden that he is not prepared for his speedo to start ripping apart at the seams. His chest, already thick and dense, starts to fill out more than before as well as his back. His big arms are even thicker which makes the tattoo on his right arm appear more stretched. His growing crotch isn't helping matters either as his speedo barely clings to his muscles. He shouts for the Brit to come over and wrap him in a towel before the speedo decides to fly away. Achilles quickly opens his eyes, runs over to Victor, and grabs the towel they used to eat on to wrap the growing stud up in. The speedo ends up falling off on to the sand and looks like nothing but a piece of fabric. Achilles feels how large Victor's cock is, but doesn't attempt to go further since he knows that he has a boyfriend at home. The two manage to exchange a kiss for good sake though. Knowing how embarrassed Victor is, Achilles takes him to the car and drives him back to the condo. Victor invites him in for a drink, but Achilles says that he needs to go since things didn't turn out quite the way he hoped they would. He needs to take the car to the local rental shop anyway. He says his goodbyes to Victor and travels to the rental company. There he grabs a taxi to take him to the Miami airport and books a flight to Chicago to meet up with another buddy. When he leaves the airport at O'Hare, he hails another taxi to take him to Uptown. His friend in uptown Chicago isn’t quite like the others. He isn't muscular by any means, but he does have a strong thirst for it. The man will be off work in the mid-evening and has already talked to Achilles about meeting up at a local Chinese restaurant. The Brit isn't really fond of Chinese food, but he is willing to eat it if it appeals to his friend. The guy gives him the coordinates to 'Panda Express' and they meet up there. After texting him a few minutes earlier, the man shows up wearing glasses, a black t-shirt, and a pair of blue jeans. He doesn't look like the other men Achilles has been in contact with, but he is interesting. He is also very friendly and excited to be eating at his favorite restaurant. The two men talk a lot about guys in general and how the man just wants to be as massive as humanly possible. Achilles figures out pretty quickly that this guy is into macro growth and loves giant musclemen. It is a fantasy that never really came up until now. He didn't want to imagine this happening in the restaurant so he decides to wait until they went somewhere more isolated. When they finish eating, the two guys go outside to walk to the naval pier. The Brit starts checking this guy out and sees that a major physical change could make a difference in this man's life. He stops to close his eyes and begins to focus in on his friend David's voice. Achilles envisions his slim hairy body and adorably nerdy looks transforming into godlike proportions. He hears David starting to growl in a really deep voice. His skin is starting to stretch and the sound of clothes ripping fills the air. The Brit hears David’s arms expanding to gargantuan size. He flexes his biceps as they are growing shredding his t-shirt sleeves. His growing hairy chest is noticeably hairier now and is getting more powerful by the minute by tearing its way through the rest of his t-shirt. He can feel his back getting wider and wider making the growing nerd thirst for more. His thin legs are now thickly muscled and straining against the fabric in his jeans. He feels them busting the seams out the sides exposing his more defined bubble butt. David's long cock is now much longer making its way out of his underwear which has fallen to the ground. Achilles hears him moaning and grunting as he is getting taller also. The muscles in his back continuously pop making additional space for more height. The quiet and reserved nerd is now a massive monster. Achilles finally opens his eyes and sees the new David standing in front of him. The two big men are in such lust that they start to have sex right there on the pier. This date will have quite an effect on Achilles. David’s penetration leads to a growth sequence for the Brit. He feels his body swelling as David thrusts his long cock inside him. David loves it so much that he can feel Achilles’ body reacting to the fucking. The Brit grows nearly 20 pounds by the time they finish. The two studs lie on the pier talking about random things and cuddle lovingly. They have become very close friends now. David refers Achilles to a man he knows on the other side of Chicago. He tells him that he will talk to him after he meets the other man. Achilles gives David a nice long kiss before he leaves and gets up to find a taxi around the pier. The man is described as a giant man himself. He isn't entirely fit, but his sheer size is something to behold. They are meeting at a club close to the heart of Chicago. David tells Achilles what he looks like so he isn't that hard to miss. Sure enough, this man is standing close to the entrance of the club David told him about. They say their hellos and go inside. In the club, they start talking about each other’s muscles and how they both enjoy flexing in front of other men. This guy admits that he only does it on camera for fun and not for money. This surprises Achilles in a way, but he understands. The man sheds his shirt and starts dancing on the floor. His huge pecs and shoulders have definitely caught Achilles eyes. He joins him on the floor and starts rubbing his chest and looking up at the man's big grin as he starts licking his biceps. He isn’t exactly Achilles' type, but he goes with the flow. Next thing he knows, the man starts to grind on him. The Brit pushes him away, but the man just comes back and starts doing it again. He realizes that this man enjoys the aggressiveness of it all so he gets into it even more. With the two still dancing, Achilles closes his eyes and starts imagining this man getting bigger as he talks with more authority. He asks what the man's name is and he says it is Rick. Rick pushes his giant pecs into Achilles face while his eyes are still closed. Achilles immediately opens his eyes and watches as Rick's pecs are swelling and starting to smother his face. The huge man grabs a hold of him and starts to grow rapidly. The club goers are watching in amazement as Rick is growing entirely out of his clothes and beyond. This is not the typical growth pattern Achilles is used to. Achilles can't get away from him so he attempts to wiggle his way out of his growing hands. Rick is so involved in the transformation that he just lets go of him by accident. His entire body is going through a dramatic change growing muscle on top of muscle. Rick’s cock is now hitting the floor causing him to start stroking it without a second thought. Achilles doesn't stick around to see the rest of the transformation as he is so distraught over what he has done to Rick. He calls David back and tells him that seeing his friend may have been a mistake and that he needs to fly to San Francisco in the meantime to meet up with a friend there. David tells him that he hopes they can meet again really soon because he had such a fantastic night. The two studs hang up and the Brit gets in a taxi located outside the club to go back to O'Hare and fly to San Francisco. The flight takes the entire day so when he arrives in the West Coast city, he goes to a hotel and gets some much needed rest. He will get up the next day to meet with his good friend in person. His friend sent him a text telling him to meet up in the Castro, the center of gay life in the city. Achilles meets his good buddy at a local sports bar and is pleasantly surprised to see the reddish-brown haired muscle bear smiling at him when he goes to sit on a bar stool. They shake hands and the man gives him a nice big bear hug. They start talking and the man tells him that he is in an open relationship where his partner and his self are allowed to pursue their own interests as long as they don't cheat without the other's permission. Achilles thinks that this is an interesting proposition to have. They start talking about all of the events the city offers and how the Brit always wanted to visit. The two men decide to go outside and walk around taking in the sights. Achilles stops for a moment to close his eyes and picture his friend getting bigger and more powerful. He motions him to wait for a minute because he wants to breathe in the air. 'Dan mate, this place has a great atmosphere.' Dan says, 'I'm glad that you decided to come here. I have so many things to show you.' Achilles smiles and says, 'I know you do.' After the exchange on the street, Achilles goes back to focusing on his good friend's beefy body. He hears Dan stop in his tracks and sort of whisper something. He can hear popping sounds coming from the thick bear. He opens his eyes and sees Dan's back stretching wider and getting denser and more powerful. The growing stud starts moaning and grunting seeing his body changing and getting thicker and more developed. His voice is becoming deeper and more boastful. He flexes his huge growing biceps making them rise higher and higher. His clothes have started to rip apart exposing explosive shoulders and traps. He turns to look at Achilles and shows him his wide hairy pecs getting more thickness. He is shocked to see his abs popping out of nowhere and extending to look like large slabs of concrete on his stomach. His legs blow out of his pants and have gotten hairier than before with more reddish-brown fur. Achilles is shocked at how sexy and strong Dan looks with his new body. He goes over to stroke Dan’s new muscles. Dan leans in for a passionate kiss and squeezes the now smaller Achilles in his arms. The Brit places his arms around the bigger bear and is essentially carried up into his chest. The two huge studs start making out and have sex. After this really long session, the two travel on over to where Achilles is staying so he can find some clothes for the new improved Dan. It is at that time Achilles tells Dan he must go to LA to meet up with this young guy he met on the forum. Dan wishes he could stay longer, but that he understands he must do what he has to do. Achilles gives Dan the key to his hotel room and wishes him luck on finding a new wardrobe. He leaves to find a taxi outside to take him to Los Angeles. It takes several hours before Achilles arrives in the one of the largest cities in America to track down his young aficionado. The two acquaintances decide to meet at his apartment in the middle of the city. He arrives at the housing community a little late, but the small man doesn’t mind. He opens the door to greet Achilles and lets him in after a little small talk. After the Brit enters, the college-aged guy reveals his nicely developed chest to him. He’s not entirely ripped, but his symmetry impresses Achilles a lot and sees great potential in the young man. He starts to close his eyes but before he does he says, 'Corey mate, you are looking bloody good.' Corey answers back with, ‘I’m trying, but it has been difficult for me to gain any weight at all.’ He admits that he really wants to massage the Brit very badly, but doesn’t want to offend him. Achilles is fine with allowing Corey to try and loosen up the kinks in his body. Now with his eyes closed, he feels the youngster’s hands slowly rubbing his tired and achy muscles along his shoulders and back. He creates a picture in his mind of Corey’s hands growing while he is trying to massage him. Sitting in a chair in Corey’s living room, Achilles feels something going on behind his head. He turns around to open his eyes and sees Corey's fingers swelling up and knows that the transformation has started to take shape. He hears him start moaning as the growth is moving up his arms now. The Brit sees every single vein and muscle in Corey’s arms start to stretch his skin out and force their way out from what seems like nowhere. This makes the young man react staring at his biceps and triceps growing. The feeling moves up to his shoulders now and eventually down to his chest where his pecs have swollen to twice their size and he is developing perfect six-pack abs. Then it moves to his legs, where he is still wearing his khaki shorts. His quads thicken so much that his shorts start to move up close to his waistline. Corey's growth is quite drastic as his face is much fuller and more mature than before. Achilles is quite surprised to see the smaller guy getting so big and powerful. He decides to get up himself to give the huge youngster a massage of his own since he needs it more than the Brit does. Corey walks over to a mirror to check his self out and is amazed at his new muscles. Achilles follows him over to where he is and gives him a nice rubdown before telling him that the two of them need to set up another time to meet again. The buff youngster wants to know why he would say that. Apparently while the Brit was sitting in the chair, he received a text from a good friend of his in the UK that really wants to see him again. He tells Corey that this bloke doesn't have a lot of time to interact with him because of his schedule and he needs to leave right away. Despite his disappointment, Corey understands the situation and gives Achilles a huge goodbye squeeze. The Brit rushes into the taxi he left there and rides to the airport to fly back to the UK. He arrives in London on time to find that his good mate has sent a taxi to the airport to pick him up. He wants Achilles to meet him at one of the spots he just did a photo shoot at to show him a few things. It takes about a half hour for the Brit to get to the Thames River and wait for his good friend to arrive. He decides to lean down where the water begins and stare at himself to pass the time and admire his size. He currently sits at 280 and would love to add that extra 20 to make it an even number. He flexes his huge guns not noticing that smaller arms are now wrapped around him squeezing really tight. The other bloke laughs and says, 'whoa mate you sure do know how to make me remember you.' Achilles turns to give the man a huge bear hug and kisses him tightly. After putting him down he boasts, 'Chris mate, you are looking bloody beautiful.' Chris has blonde highlights in his brown hair, looks to have a ripped physique, and may even be more attractive than he remembers. He picks Chris up again to give him another hug and is talking to him in a really playful manner. Chris tells him to close his eyes and just relax so he can tickle him. Achilles knows that he is ticklish and won't budge. Instead he goes into another visual fantasy with his friend Chris still in his arms. He really wants Chris to grow as big as him and to feel every single muscle twitch, pop, and stretch as he holds him. The Brit focuses his energy completely on his good mate. As they stand there by the river, Achilles feels Chris's rippling abs along his own thick abdomen and wants them to grow. He hears the other Brit moaning as his body is starting to react making Achilles have to push his arms out and away from him. Chris’s abs start making popping sounds stretching as his tight pecs blow up into thick balloons. His fit arms are bulging with immense power as they explode in size. His cute face now has a more mature look to it than before the change. Even before the growth moves to Chris’s lower body, Achilles is making love to his friend as he kisses and worships the growing bloke’s heaving chest. He feels Chris's back pulling his shirt tighter and it starts shredding in multiple places. He lets go of him due to the fact that Chris is getting taller now. His back is popping and appears to be making room for more muscle to grow. His legs are starting to rip his pants in half exposing his massive quads. This isn't the typical growth pattern Achilles is used to seeing. He is basically turning Chris into his equal. His mindboggling growth is actually stretching his skin and leaving marks. Achilles pulls his pants down to penetrate him and fuck him. Chris's clothes are already shredded and his fit 160 pound body has exploded to 280. His extreme growth has made him six inches taller now. The two British muscle studs have sex all night long as they fuck each other over and over again. Unlike his previous sessions, Achilles stays with his buddy overnight. When he gets up the next morning, he realizes that he has to make one more stop before he heads home. His time with Chris is most likely his favorite, but he does have feelings for most of the guys. He wishes he can stay with Chris a little longer, but his flight to Sydney is just a couple of hours from now and he needs to get moving. Chris tells him not to worry about it and they will meet again sometime soon. He even rides with Achilles to the airport to see him off. They kiss each other goodbye and the Brit-Kiwi boards the plane for Sydney, Australia. He won’t arrive there until later in the day. He has already been there before so he knows the city quite well. His Australian buddy is waiting for him at a restaurant just a little ways from the airport. He wants to eat a late-night dinner with Achilles after a hard workout at the gym. He has never met this man in person, but he has seen his pictures before. The man immediately recognizes him and kids him about his nervous energy. He is a typical looking bodybuilder, probably just getting off a cutting cycle. There is no hair on him that the Brit can see, since the man is wearing a loose button-up shirt and board shorts. They sit down and eat some of the local cuisine and just talk about random stuff. It is nice for Achilles to just settle down a bit before he goes back to Taupo. Instead of waiting to go somewhere first, Achilles closes his eyes as the man is sitting there talking to him. 'Luke mate, I am picturing you right now growing and enjoying every moment of it.' Luke stares at him as his eyes widen and a smile appears on his face. He is starting to feel something happening to him as they sit there. The Aussie feels a sudden rush of adrenaline moving up his spine. Achilles envisions him with a body that rivals some of the biggest heavyweights in the world. Trying not to make a scene by creating too much noise, Luke quietly sits in his seat and grunts as his clothes are getting really tight. The sound of rippage starts to echo throughout the eatery. His expanding back shreds the entire back out of his shirt and keeps going. His arms sitting on the table blow up like cannons. Achilles feels the table starting to quake as Luke's legs bust out the seams on his shorts. His sandals fall apart as his feet continue growing. He can't move now as his massive chest lifts the bolted-down table from the floor. With his eyes now open, the Brit tries to get out of the way but isn’t fast enough. Luke has so much testosterone pumping through his body that he literally pulls the table out of the floor and throws it to the side. Achilles is lifted up by the hulking Aussie and his shirt is ripped completely off. Luke tries to suck on Achilles' nipples to make him submit so he can dominate. The two men have emptied the eatery and start horsing around with each other. Before the police get a chance to arrive, the two huge studs are hoping they won't get caught and have to pay for damages to the restaurant. The problem is Luke is so massive that he has nothing to wear. Achilles manages to find a towel in the eatery to put around Luke's waist until they can get some clothes for him. He manages to drive the brute back to his flat since he has a boyfriend already and tells him that they will continue this wild adventure when he has more time. Luke isn't that keen on Achilles answer, but will hold him to his promise. Achilles manages to find a taxi down the street from Luke’s flat and rides to the airport. After his journeys all over the world, the Brit arrives back in Taupo and is met by a local who takes him to his house that hasn't been touched in weeks. He goes inside to take a much needed shower, but not before he walks past a wall mirror and notices his reflection. He is amazed at how much bigger he is compared to when he left. He stands there and starts posing, checking out all the muscles staring back at him. He imagines himself growing beyond the walls of his house, becoming more than a man. He doesn't have to close his eyes this time because he can just focus his energy on his body through the mirror. In just a short amount of time, he can feel changes happening. He feels the stretching and popping coming from all over his body and it makes him roar with anticipation. He is nude now and the growth is making his skin feel like fabric. He is soaring past the 300 pound mark and it keeps going as his chest swells up, his legs push even further apart, his arms grow thicker, and his height increases. His immense size starts to make the foundation of the house react and huge cracks start appearing down the walls. He is now living out his ultimate fantasy and never wants it to stop. This might be the end of the story, but then again it might not be. Who knows how far Achilles will go with his imagination. Check out other stories with this character here: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/3910-the-other-side-of-the-species/(mentioned, but not a main character) http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2250-achilles-does-a-body-good/(supporting character)
  13. TheWeremuscleForest

    Beyond Humanity

    Darren is a veteran of the Evolution Forum and a regular poster. He enjoys it when other members post pics and videos of their favorite bodybuilders and athletes. After being a wallflower for quite some time, he decided to post pictures of himself. A handful of guys posted comments on his thread and praised him for his accomplishments. After a couple of days, the thread blows up and he begins to realize that he is quite popular because of the way he looks. Two guys are so smitten with him that they send him PMs on the site. One of them, Allan, has a secret that he wants to reveal to him in person. Darren is quite apprehensive because he doesn't really know the guy very well. Allan is fairly new to the forum and hasn't participated all that much. The other guy, Kory, is a buddy of his that is really taken aback by his body lately and really wants to meet him in person. Darren tells him about Allan and thinks it would be fun to meet this guy at the same time because of the secret he wants to reveal. Kory eventually comes around to Darren’s suggestion and they set up a date to meet him. Dar has seen pictures of Kory before from Yahoo and is remarkably surprised by how sexy he is when they meet. Their eyes meet and they both kiss very passionately. Both receive texts in the middle of their meet and greet from Allan and meet at the local hotel. When they find his room, he opens the door and reveals that he is a massive bodybuilder with a really hairy body and a well-kempt face. He invites both of them in and begins to study each and every part of their bodies. He senses their attraction to each other and wants both of them to just relax and 'get into the moment'. They both begin kissing again and feel like the air around them is actually getting tighter. They feel compelled to take their clothes off and continue to make love. Allan takes his pants off and sits back in a chair as he concentrates on the two men. Darren is so into Kory that he doesn't even notice that his cock has actually lengthened by an inch. Kory's cock has also lengthened an inch and is wrestling with his friend’s cock. With Allan looking on in his chair, he manages to extend Darren and Kory's cocks by one inch. The air around them is beginning to change their hormonal levels to the point that their bodies are beginning to expand. As Darren thrusts his huge cock into his buddy, his ass flairs outward and his legs begin to swell up to the point that he can actually hear the bed starting to creak. Kory's body is also beginning to change as his ass expands along with his asshole. His abs pushes upward and forces his legs outward due to his new size. Darren’s chest swells up to the point that he loses sight of his buddy. Kory also swells up huge breaking the entire bed in the process. Allan is swelling himself as his clothes start shredding and his chair breaks. The growth doesn't stop either as all three of them grow beyond human proportions. As Darren cums inside Kory, Allan walks over to both of them and adds his cum to the sexcapade by spreading it on the other two growing giants. The growth continues to accelerate as the three men defy logic with their growth cycles. Despite Allan's best efforts to advance his own agenda, Darren and Kory successfully decide to restrain him and control his own growth. With this extreme cycle continuing, they decide to rebel and steal away his powers. They have figured out that his cum contains enough fuel to make them both grow exponentially. When he cums however, his power is minimal and he can't grow anymore. With both of them stronger than him, he cannot escape either of their grasps. Darren manages to tie him up several times with the sheets and bed covers from the broken bed as he lies on the floor. They both start working his cock and turning him on against his will. They have to be careful to only arouse him in spurts as he will grow if they do it for too long. While Darren strokes the base of his cock, Kory is stroking the head and working up a good rhythm too. Allan begins oozing precum which slides down his shaft and coats both giant’s hands. While the man's precum isn't extremely potent, it does have an importance. They both feel sensations moving up their bodies that eventually end up in both of their cocks. Their massive members are growing even bigger as Darren watches his cock lengthen as it snakes its way towards Allan's mouth. Unfortunately Kory's is doing the same thing. This puts a smile on Allan’s face as he takes both cocks into his mouth, slurping away at the juices flowing inside his mouth and down his body. Despite the fact that this is exactly what the tied up man wants, they both can't help but to enjoy the sensation coming from his insatiable sucking. The precum gets thicker and changes to a very smooth honey texture that the man laps up like it is the last meal he will ever have. Darren and Kory are feeling unbelievably great and can feel their bodies slowing growing again. Allan will get his revenge on them though as the two giant’s precum begins to change its texture to pure sweet and sticky cum making this man grow into something else. The two giant’s inch closer to the ceiling as the other man continues to drink up their cum loads. He laughs at both of them as he explodes in imaginable growth. His arms and legs that are bound are unleashing their fury on the knots and sheets holding him in place. Darren and Kory turn to look at him and notice his legs tatter the knots and his forearms expanding to the point that the veins begin to look like garden hoses. He destroys the sheets in a matter of seconds. He grows so fast that the hotel room may not exist once he stops growing. The giants are so shocked that it is pretty much too late to run. They do manage to get out of the room in time before it implodes under his size. They are fairly big themselves but they still resemble humans. Allan must be about 15’tall now and appears to have a vendetta for both men. Both of the smaller giants stand outside the crumbling hotel in awe of what this gargantuan monster has just achieved. He must weigh nearly a ton and his tool dangles dangerously close to both of their heads. The two of them combined probably top about 800 pounds. After they look at each other for a few seconds, they figure out that perhaps if he drips precum on top of them, they both might be able to drain his energy somehow and even grow bigger themselves. They both rub his insanely large balls and manage to get their hands around his shaft to rubbing very rapidly. Allan’s moans shake the ground and start shattering glass in the buildings around them. When they feel him starting to tense up, he attempts to crush them knowing what they are up to. Kory barely avoids the monster’s feet and feels a mist coming from his giant cock head. Darren watches as his buddy starts growing again adding an additional 100 pounds to his frame. He is clearly much stronger now and strokes even harder and faster. Again, the monster tries to crush both of them, but is unsuccessful. They both begin to notice that he is slowly starting to shrink as he appears to erupt any second now. Darren starts to see a white ocean flowing out of his cock head as Kory keeps stroking. They both dive straight into the huge white river as it continues to flow freely. It isn't long before the entire planet begins to tremble as the two smaller giants begin their otherworldly growth cycles. They both roar with excitement as their strength and power explodes. They absorb all of Allan’s cum as their muscles grow beyond the limits of humanity. The other monster can't help but to watch in disgust as the two behemoths soar into the sky and squash him like a bug with their immense feet. They both no longer function as humans as their humanistic traits disappear. The only thing they can do now is have sex with each other and destroy everything in their sights. Eating each other’s cum will have no effect anymore as they grow to their biggest potential. Growing bigger would most likely suffocate both of them to death since there is no more air beyond the clouds. The real question now is what will happen to the two of them since they are now the biggest creatures on the planet?
  14. -I will post the whole story little by little to create some suspence. Sorry if there are mistakes, not clear things or not idiomatic expression, as I am not a native speaker. I hope you enjoy: This is a story of a skinny boy. His name was Paul. He was very short compared with the guys of his age and his skin was very pale. At school he was very good at science. He learned to build little machines and robots by himself. Machine design was his passion. On one occasion, after school, as he was walking next to a gym, three guys near the entrance, who looked very muscular, stared at him and started laughing. They shouted: -What an ugly boy you are! You are so little and skinny! Look at us! We are muscular and sexy! You are a loser nerd! You are hideous! Paul started crying and ran fast away. What they told him was awful. -How dare they!- shouted the boy. Paul remembered that on each of their T-shirts there was written one name: Carl, Chris and Christopher. -They must be their names- thought Paul. Carl was quite big, Chris was bigger and Christopher was huge. -Tomorrow I will take another path to avoid them- said he to himself. And so he did, but, while he was walking on the paviment, a car slew down beside him. They were the three guys of the previous day. -Look at you. You are hideous! See this guns? And they started flexing. Then they laughed very meanly and drove fast away. -What?!- said Paul. -How did they know I was going to be here?- asked the boy himself. -That's enough!- he exclaimed. -They cannot get away with this. They will pay for it!-. Paul thought up a plan to avenge himself. He worked hard for half an year and, while Carl, Chris and Christopher were going on mocking him and pumping their muscles, Paul's project came to an end. To be continued...
  15. FREaky

    Wet Dreams May Come Part 6

    Wet Dreams May Come - Part 6 by F_R_Eaky Part 1: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2388-wet-dreams-may-come-part-1/ Part 2: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2402-wet-dreams-may-come-part-2/ Part 3: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2407-wet-dreams-may-come-part-3/ Part 4: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2419-wet-dreams-may-come-part-4/ Part 5: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2420-wet-dreams-may-come-part-5/ Morning. Devon reached that part of waking up where one still has their eyes closed but can hear and feel everything around him and mentally see all that should be there. Holding his breath he kept his eyes shut for fear that again when he opened them, his visitor from last night would not be there. But he knew the visitor remained. He could tell via his senses he was. He was lower from up off the floor than what he should be, so it meant his bed was indeed still broken. The mattess he was lying upon had a definite slant to it because of the sheer size and weight of the visitor sleeping beside him. He had no fear of rolling off the tilted mattress for he was leaning against the visitor and the visitor felt like a wall of the house. Opening his eyes, Devon still nearly let out a yelp of awe and wonder, as well as nearly cumming on the spot, for there was the fey...the fairy man, now man, now hulking man, lying right there beside him in all his glory. Glancing at one arm that lay across him, he saw how the forearm ocassionally bunch and twitch with huge bulbous muscles as the man moved every so slightly due to dreams. The muscle fibers twitching and bunching, causing the rivers of vessels to writhe and move, dance as if they were alive like slithering snakes. Devon's eyes followed this tube up up up as they travelled over the forearm and up over the biceps. Devon couldn't believe the size of that bicep. So full, so round, so peaked and swollen, it did indeed rise like Mount Everest in his vision. He was sure it was bigger than his head, come to think of it, it might be bigger than most men's heads, including his ex-lover Dafydd who stood seven and half feet tall! Devon's eyes then shifted to the chest and abs he was cuddling next to, their rise and fall, crevices and valleys. Devon reached over and placed a hand upon the pulsing, plumped pectorals of this giant man. Running his hand over the broad shelf and through the thick hair, Devon wondered and worried if he might not lose his hand in the great valley that existed between the two plates of mighty muscle. If the man twitched and twitched to quickly, Devon's hand, no his whole arm might get crushed and broken between the gargantuan granite slabs of strength. Looking past the chest and down to the man's abdominal muscles, despite the thick and feather hair covering them, Devon could see each and every single brick of the man's obliques and abs. The bulge of each brick, the definition of each crevice between. Letting his hand glide down, it truely felt like he was running it across a section of cobblestone road that had nice soft grass growing between the bricks. Devon smiled thinking of how he once descibed Parker's abs and small love trail, when he didn't shave his body hair, as, "Pecker Lane" sung to the tune of the Beetles, "Penny Lane." But this man's lane was better. In fact Devon sat wondering. He saw forms of all his past lovers enter the fey's body, but he seemed a bit bigger, better, larger developed than what they had. It's as if the combination of all of them coming together: the hyper muscularity, hyper height, hyper bone density, hyper penis and testicle size, and hyper hairiness, somehow influenced one another, increasing their already maximum potential. "Bloody hell," thought Devon, "How in the world are we going to explain this man? If he's taller than Dafydd and bigger built than Parker, he's going to be to huge to miss. He won't blend into any kind of crowd what-so-ever." "Hmmmmmmmmm" A slight pleasurable moan escaped the man's lips. Devon had been absentmindedly continuing his rubbing and stroking of the man's great pectorals and abs, and this in turn, especially since it was early morning, was now causing a growing problem. The great tube of meat that hung between the man's legs began to lurch and swell, reach and thicken, increase berth and girth becoming almost ridiculously huge. "Oh...oooohh hmmmmm" Devon backed up off the bed, as the man was beginning to wake up. His moans of pleasure began to turn into cries of dispair as his hands grabbed the mighty thing rising between his legs and he looked down upon its presence. "Ah! Ahhhh! What is happening? What is this?" Devon almost couldn't respond. So long and thick this man's prick was rising in its erection. He was certain he out did the length and girth of Cristobàl's cock by a bit. The man's cries however snapped Devon to attention and he hurriedly albeit calmly tried to calm the behemoth down. "It's... it's ok... it's alright. It's a natural thing..." "This is natural? I'm becoming stiff in my... my... what is this? Is this an odd third leg?!" Devon nearly laughed as compared to most men, the size of this man's schlong could definitely be comparable to having a third leg. "No... that is your penis." The man having stood up, tried to back up as if he could detach himself from the penis and leave it behind. Standing so tall that his head touched the ceiling, Devon had to call out to the man to stop and stand still, for he was heading for the center of the room which meant his head would crash into the ceiling fan and light. Devon was pretty sure, given the thickness and solidness of the man's neck, his neck wouldn't give and the ceiling fan blades would and be destroyed. "Calm down... first know that I am you friend. You've appeared in my apartment, my home, and I will do what I can to take care of you. Second, that is your penis. It isn't another leg. It is part of the male reproductive organs. With most men, they usually experience what we call an erection early in hours of the morning." "And what does this erection do? Can I get rid of it?" "The erection is a show of a state of sexual arousal. It is the condition we acheive before we become so aroused we...uhm...ejaculate....or er.....shoot...shoot off our semen or sperm, that which would cause a pregnancy if coupled with a woman and her sexual organs. And you can get rid of that condition either by stroking your penis until such time as you shoot, or by not thinking about it. It will go away." "So it is not permenant?" "No, it is not a permenant condition, but it is a natural process of our bodies so it isn't anything to worry about." "Why.... why is mine so large? Yours doesn't seem to stick out as far from your body as mine does on mine." Devon now blushed realizing he had absent mindedly peeled his clothing off when asleep last night. "Well... some men are built differently than others. Some men are taller, some are broader, some very thin, while others are very thick, and some have a very large penis while others have...have a small one." "You look...very small to me... in every way... am I man of great size and stature?" "You... you are a man of exceedingly great size and stature. But look, uhmm first... let's just calm down and see if can figure out what is going on... you've come into my apartment, but I don't know you. You seem to posses magical qualities when men do not have. So, if you can, why don't you sit down... NO! not... not in that... It's ok! It's alright, you've done nothing wrong, it's just that isn't a very sturdy chair and it may not support a man of your size. I don't want you to get hurt. Just come back over here, and sit down on the bed.... yes, there we go.... And let's start with something simple and basic. What is your name?" The man thought for a moment and then had an expression of fear wash over his face. "I don't think I can say. What time of day is it?" and he began to look around frantically. "It's morning. Just after sunrise." "Alright...I think I can say my name. It shall not cause any problems perhaps, all fey have gone to bed." "All fey have gone to bed?" "Yes...all of my sisters and brothers and cousins, I am of the fey. Modernly you call us fairies." "And you can't say your name if they are awake?" "No... it would draw them here and they would change me back and take me away back to the fairy circles and mounds." "And you don't want that?" "No! I... I don't want to be a fey. I am a prince you see....a child of Oberon, King of the Fairies. I want to live my life away from ruling the fairy kingdom. Away from doing things all magical and easily. I want to work, to craft, to build and invent things, like you humans do. Yes... yes... my mind is coming back to me. I was running away from some soldiers of the court a number of days ago. My father in a drunken stoopor had decided most of the children born before me were not worthy to take on the mantel of monarch to the fey. He proclaimed me to be next in line as heir. I didn't want this... I couldn't be human, but I could live a life I wanted, living in the company of gnomes. They like to build and craft and create and celebrate. It would be as close as I could have to making my wish come true. "But then I was out watching the sacred circle, one of the few tasks I did do as a member of the royal family, and that's when I saw you. I saw you...felt you... heard your calling, your longing, for a companion, and with that had a chance to make my dreams come true. But my father had found out about my living amongst the gnomes and wouldn't hear of it. He had sent the soldiers to come get me and drag me in front of a fey court to decide if I should be punished and then make sure I was restarted on education and training for my royal lineage. When I saw you and heard your wish, I knew I could possibly make it come true. I couldn't make another man fall in love with you. I couldn't create a man out of nothing to be your lover. But I could take your inner most desires and have that shape my body into it and become, at least physically, the man of your dreams. Even if it didn't work out for both of us, I could become human and fulfill my dream this way, even though I could not wish it for myself." "So your physical form is based upon my inner most desires?" "Yes, and....I must say..." and the man flexed his bicep and forearm. "You dream big." "Well, you apparently took the forms from my past lovers. They were all men of considerable size in one form or another. But, how will you be able to stay human?" "I must keep this form for a week and I must somehow, without magical means develope the trappings of a human being. Make proof that I am an existing human." "And if you don't have this within a week or are discovered before the week is up?" "Father will have found me by then and I shall be returned to my fey form and taken home." Devon did a quick walk around the apartment looking out along all the window sills and doorways. "We are in the heart of the city. If your family comes here looking for you, can they stay here during the day?" "No...they must return to their hill or set up one around here." "Alright, I don't see any...what we call fireflies or lightning bugs, so I don't think any of your kind are here around the apartment. Let's start with your name. Tell me what your name is and maybe from that we can come up with a human name to call you by. That will give you at least one human trapping as you say, yes?" The large man smiled brightly. "Yes. But what is yours? I can read your wishes, but not so much your mind." "Mine is Devon." "Well Devon, you are a good man indeed. I am glad I tried to help you out with your wish, if it doesn't turn out to work for you." Devon smiled at the behemoth. "Let's try and get you settled in as a human first... then we'll see how we do together. What is your fey name?" "It is Draig Coedwig." "Draig... draig....Welsh...Welsh language isn't it? That stands for dragon, I believe." "Dragon?" "Uhm....large serpant, snake, or lizard like creature that usually can breathe fire." "Yes! That is what Draig means." "Welsh is similar to Gaelic. That would be spelled D..r...a...i...g... but it's a hard sounding g, almost more like a 'k', similar to the Gaelic spelling of Patrick, P....a...d...r..a...i...g... So that would be similar to modern.... Drake. How about Drake as a first name. It's not too far off from pronounciation, but is spelled differently, but that way you won't have to adjust too much in to what you answer." "Drake sounds good, but might be too similar." "Well we can take care of that with your last name. You said your name was Draig Coedwig. What does Coedwig mean?" "It means a vast area of trees." "Like the woods?" "Larger." "A Forest?" "Yes... a deep Forest." "Then let us take that for your last name. How does Drake Forest sound to you?" And the large man smiled. "It sounds good... it doesn't seem to set off the fairy magic, so I guess it is different enough." "Ok... we have a name that's a start. We'll need to figure out your birthday, birth place, and then...figure out how to create a birth certificate for you. With that we can get you a driver's license and other items such as a job, bank account, that should get you sufficently trapped in the human world. But first...first we need to get you some clothes and that may take more time that a week." "More time than a week?" "Drake, you are a big man. In fact medically speaking they would classify you as a giant. They don't just make clothes in your size. They need to be custom ordered and made. In fact given both your height and your extreme muscular build, it will really take them a while to custom make your clothes, for your proportions just don't exist in the fashion world." "Why do you dream of a man with this size and build if he is so hard to care for?" "It's not that I really dream about him, it more of what you call a fantasy. The people you developed this build off of were five different men. Not one of them contained all of the attributes you do, and even then you somehow enhanced them slightly larger and bigger than what they have. It won't be impossible for you to live in our world as is, but it will be a bit difficult. As much as I'd love to have my fantasy come to life, it could put your dream in jeopardy. Can you make yourself smaller?" "Alas...I can not. I could only use the plans, the deisres, in your heart to alter the human part of me." "Well then, I better get the sewing kit and measure you so we know big to order things...." And with that Devon backed Drake against the wall and began to measure him.... Height - 8 feet tall. Neck: 31 and one quarter inches Shoulder Circumfrence: 133 inches Chest: 119 and one quarter inches Upper Arm: 41 inches Lower Arm: 34 inches Abs: 49 inches Waist: 43 and half inches Thigh: 48 inches Calve: 37 inches Foot & Shoe size: 19 inches long for size US men's 35, or 34 in the UK, and at almost seven and three quarters inches wide, the shoes would aslo be a triple E. Not sure where on earth he could take Drake to get weighed, he called up several macros fetish and medical sites on the internet to use the measurements he'd just taken to get an estimate on weight. The result was that Drake was around 945 pounds or 67.5 stone. Devon sighed as he leaned back in his chair. "You have grown into one of the biggest men on the planet, in the whole history of humanity. It is going to take a while for those clothes to be made. I'm sorry, Drake. Not much we can do until they arrive." "Well I may as well enjoy the week I have then, if we can not get me my trappings. Tell me, more of how you take care of the penis. While you were looking into that magical box, I was trying to forget it by practicing walking around, but my legs are so big I must walk funny by kicking my legs sideways, yet even doing that, they are so big they are pushing this little sack up forward and out and they rub it greatly which is causing me many good feelings. Feelings which cause my penis to stiffen and harden again." Devon turned to find that Drake was indeed hard again, and it could not help but be noticed. Giving in to temptation, Devon grabbed the tape measure and ran it along the top of Drake's massive rod from base to tip of head. ... .... ..... It was a massive twenty-two inches long and as thick as most average men's arms were. "Are human females invisible?" "No, why?" "Well, I am dripping from out the end of my penis. They must be present doing something to accept my manly seed." "No...we can stimulate ourselves to the point of shooting, ejaculating, our sperm by ourselves. Not being used to it, the rubbing your thighs are doing against your balls must be making you very aroused. You should stroke your penis, in the bathroom, and once you release or shoot your sperm, your penis will calm down for a while." "Do you have problems with your thighs rubbing your...did you say balls, or are they testicles?" "Balls is a shorter slang word for testicles, and uhm, no... my thighs aren't thick enough to rub them." "Then there must be invisible females around, for you are leaking seeds too." Devon glanced down at his cock and looked back up embarassed at Drake. "You remember you hearing my wish... my wish that I wanted to find my man, the right man for me?" "Yes... well, some of us humans aren't like others. We are not sexually aroused by the opposite gender. I am like that. Females do not turn me on, men do. Large men do. Uhm...very large men do." "Ah, yes... there are many animals in nature that take on the same gender as a mate, it is quite natural as all others. So...am I a large man?" "No...." "Am I a very large man?" "No...." "Then what am I?" "You are an exceptionally large, giant of a man." "And do you like exceptionally large, giant of man?" "Uhmmm..." But Devon couldn't deny, for his cock rose up as high and as hard as it could right there in front of Drake. "Yes...." "Would you like to help me take care of my penis problem?" Devon didn't have to be asked twice. He latched onto this great fleshy bar and began to suck and lick at the head. Drake backed up feeling the sensation of Devon's sucking of mouth and flicking of tongue run up his freakish rod, across his balls, up his abs, into his chest, and into his bottom lip. Devon had fun some fun, at one point grabbing a hold of Drake's penis and nearly doing pull ups on it, flipping over and straddling it to see and feel what it felt like to have a third leg for a pecker, seeing how many fingers he could stick into the massive piss slit to rub the inside of the head and shaft, besides licking and sucking on the head as if it were some kind of giant gobstopper. It took much quicker time than Devon thought it would, but then again, Drake was not used to any kind of sexual activity, especially being given a blow job. Backing up until he hit a wall, Drake moaned and screamed, suddenly throwing his hands down and back at his sides. His open palms slammed against the wall, but his finger tips curled in as if to claw or grab, suddenly there was two holes in the wall and Drake stood there with plaster power in his hands. He was quivering and convulsing as Devon looked up to see him shoot a load above and over his head. Devon has released his mouth grip on Drake's prick to take in a gulp of air, when Drake released his load and came. The stream of spoo shot over Devon's head, through the air, across the bedroom and landed right upon the clothes Devon had worn last night. Suddenly there was a bit of a sparkling flash and there appeared a much larger mound of fabric than had been there before. Devon looked up at Drakes cock head and seeing nothing else came out, pondered this one shot wonder. Letting go of Drake's schlong, Devon walked over to the pile of clothes. Picking them up, he noticed they looked much more volumous than they had before, and there wasn't any scent or spot of cum upon them. He held up the shirt and noticed it was now several sizes to big for him. In fact it was now so large a six foot tall runway model could wear the thing and belt it as a dress. "I think the problem of your clothes, at least one pair of shirt and pants, is now solved, Drake."
  16. FREaky

    Wet Dreams May Come Part 4

    Wet Dreams May Come - Part 4 by F_R_Eaky Part 1: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2388-wet-dreams-may-come-part-1/ Part 2: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2402-wet-dreams-may-come-part-2/ Part 3: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2407-wet-dreams-may-come-part-3/ Having just been accosted by yet another dream, Devon sat down in a living room chair while a local Druid, James Whitehart began to pull all manner of things out of a small bag. He hung some bells from the ceiling, he placed a small post in the middle of the living room, he pulled the coffee table near that and placed upon it a chalice, a knife, and an incense burner from his bag. Using a string tied to the post he began to make a circle around the living room sprinkling salt behind him. Once the circle was made he pulled out a compass and made straight for the east placing a yellow candle and incense there. The he moved to the south, west, and north, placing there a red candle and votive candle, blue candle and a bowl of water, and a green candle and a large quartz crystal respectively. Once that was done he proceed to pull out a bottle of wine and pour some into the chalice and sat before the coffee table, now serving as a make shift altar. He held the goblet aloft. "We all come from the Goddess...and to her we shall return....like a drop of rain...flowing to the ocean..." He repeated this chant several times as if singing a round. He then held up the knife and began to chant again. "Holly and Oak...Holly and Oak. Your seasonal powers we now envoke. Life and Death. Life and Death. Lend us your wisdom, upon our breath." He then dipped the knife into the chalice and performed more parts of ritual, including slicing a line through the air in the East. He then grabbed the bells and proceeded to ring them loudly throughout every corner of the house, opening every cabinet and closet door there was, eventually walking back into the living room, opening the front door, shaking the bells through the door and then shutting in once again. That done he stepped back into the circle from the east and reached into his bag and pulled out a set of wooden sticks which were covered in odd slash marks. Pulling out a cloth he laid it in front of Devon, then gave Devon the sticks to hold, have him think about his problem, and then drop them. James studied them for quite a long time before he spoke. "This situation is truely baffling to me." "Why? What is it? Is there something majorly wrong?" "I can not quite tell. Signs are never direct. They are almost always given so that one must work at interpreting them, so they gain knowledge and understanding, for that's what trials and tribulations are supposed to do, educate us on how to get through it and other things. But this... This is even confusing for signs from the Goddess, God, and the universe! "There is something here... some presence in your home, but exactly what it is, I can not say. I have done a banishment for ghosts and all negative energies, but I didn't feel anything being pushed into my path and out the door, so there are no ghosts and no malign entities. While singing and chanting to the God and Goddess I thought I heard something singing with me, but they stopped suddenly, abruptly. Them singing along means this isn't a deity that's in your home, but if it is one who follows, why they should suddenly stop singing is a mystery to me. "And then we have the runes. Reading what you cast, what is in your present and your future. It shows a great disturbance in nature. Something becoming what it should not be, but it isn't you. You aren't envoking nor provoking it, but somehow its fate is connected with you. Yet at the same time it shows that you are to have a great reconcilliation with your past, and in your future improved health and a very successful love life, along with great change in your present living situations. But I can not pin down anything specific, only that you may have to protect and fight for what you want, what you will come to love." "So, what am I safe? Will I stop having dreams?" "I can not say. I'm not sure what is causing the dreams, only that somehow, despite how upset you are over them, they are not harmful. They are not intended to hurt you." "What.... a load....of waffle!" "I know... I know it sounds odd and strange, but bear with me. We shall figure this out. For the now, do this... here are some crystals, and I brought with me a couple of plants as well. Now I'll help you, but we need to place these along your windows, by your doors, and around any drains. My closest guess is this is some work of the fey, but usually they just flat out hide things or steal things from one, or change some aspect of your life. They don't cause great changes in nature. At any rate, placing these items here, pluss the invocation I'm about to do will keep any of the fey at bay from your home." Round the house the pair went placing this and that, although by now Devon pretty much thought this was all some sort of scam. However, as the giant Druid didn't ask for anything in return, simply bade Devon a good night and left, he figured he might as well see if this all works. ********************************************************** It wasn't too late in the evening when Devon woke up. He thought he heard a thousand tiny voices all crying and chattering. Sitting up in bed he looked out through the bedroom window and there he could see hundreds of fireflies, lightning bugs. "That's strange." thought Devon. "Those kind of bugs don't usually hang around in the city." Staring at them intently they flitted and hovered around his window for ages, slowly going away one by one, but by the time they all vanished, their circular patterns of flight had put Devon to sleep. PAD! Devon woke up instantly. PAD! It was the sound of heavy footfall. PAD! Made by someone of very decent size. PAD PAD PAD! Devon knew who it was. PAD PAD! If everything was going in the same direction as it had been, it had to be, Parker. PAD PAD PAD! Parker was the first man Devon had tried to have a relationship with and, oh, what a man. Almost everything Devon could ever have wanted: 6' 3" tall, around 350lbs of rock hard, solid, defined, dense muscle, pretty good sized feet and hands, and a ten inch cock to boot. He was beautiful to behold, like a walking sculpture from Greco-Roman times, only a bit bulkier. He had a genetic condition resulting in a myostatin deficiency causing his muscles to develope huge, not that that bothered him; He loved being huge and built! Even if he just thought about working out his muscles blew up. Unfortunately it also made him a tad bit lazy. He had the potential of being the biggest bodybuilder in the world, if he trained hard and kept at it. He was already pushing the size and symmetry of a Mr. Olympic competitor, but the easy at which he could build made him get sloppy and haphazard in training, and he loved the attention he was getting from daily blowing out of his sleeves or ripping down the back or busting a pants seam, that he didn't care about the competitions for bodybuilding, he could just be bigger than most men in everyday activities and situations. Why compete? PAD PAD PAD! Suddenly a side of the bed dipped down greatly. Parker climbed into bed with Devon. Grabbing him with his hands, Parker flipped Devon around to face him and thrust he meaty, shelf like pecs into Devon's face. "Come on, bro, feel a man up! You know you want to. Feel this barreling mound." And then Parker took one of Devon's hands and placed it upon his right pectoral, Devon's palm resting on Parker's nipple. Devon began to grope and touch and caress and feel the swelling muscle under his hand, and as he did so, he felt it swell larger and thicker as the sexual touch was giving Parker and over all pump. Devon felt Parker's nipple become a little larger and hard underneath his touch. "Aawwwww yeah, bro. Show me how you appreciate a real man!" Devon couldn't help himself and he moved his face to Parker's pecs and began to lick and suck on one of his nipples while his hands went out and began to grope and squeeze as hard as he could the now flexed 24" upper arms of the mega-muscular man. Parker began to moan....his cock began lifting and rising. He was being worshipped and he loved it. Devon loved worshipping a muscle demi-god, his own cock rising up and getting hard. He eventually moved his mouth on up to one of Parker's biceps and began to trace the contours of it with his tongue, kissing the peak with his lips, while his hands glided down Parker's lats down...down...down... to the tappered and oh so tight waist, but then back up to feel the larger, bloated, and pulsing cobblestones that were the man's abdominals and obliques. Devon's fingers dug into each and every crevice tracing and outlining every single brick. Devon finally did a handstand, something he wasn't sure he could still do it'd been so many years, wrapping his legs around Parker's massive column of a neck and locking his ankles together. He did this his body facing forward, his face away from Parker. Parker in turn stuffed his cock into Devon's ass and began to buck and sway while Devon's hands reached out and caressed each and every part of his quads, hamstrings, each thigh tear drop, and desperately tried to get a grip on Parker's massive calves. It didn't take too long before Parker let out a roar and came inside Devon and then collapsed to the bed, calling out to Devon, "I'm spent lil' man. Go head and walk all over me." Devon gladly obliged and spent he's not sure how long groping, squeezing, kneading, licking, tracing, stroking, and caressing each and every single muscle fiber on the 6' 3" inch god-man before him. The arms bigger than his head, his waist, bigger round than his torso. The thighs thicker than his whole body - by themselves! His calves larger than most mens thighs that Devon had ever seen. The forearms looking so huge, thick, veiny and meaty, like turkey legs...no pterydactil legs! He groped and squeeze until he had no feeling left in his finger tips. His whole arm: finger tips, fingers, palm, wrist, forearm, and upper arm began to shake and quiver they had been worked so hard and full in their attempt to dent the bodybuilder's muscle. Finally, after coming up and trying to cup Parker's pecs in one hand each and squeeze and feel them, watch those glorious mounds rise and fall with Parker's breath, sensing that his hands togethe couldn't even cover one-fourth of the size of those huge slabs of muscled beef, Devon's cock erupted like a gyser shooting load, after load, after load, after load, after load, after load.... Yet again, Devon awoke in the morning to a quiet and empty apartment. He was tangled and wrapped up in his bedsheets on the floor, but none of them peeled off him as if stuck from dried cum, nor were they wet from an current morning eruption. Attempting to stand once, he fell in a heap to the floor. Glancing around, he noticed that all the precautions to keep the fey, fairies, at bay were still in place. No windows or doors were open. If it really was fairies, they were already in the house and Druid James wasn't successful and exorising them. Reaching out to crawl, Devon barely could do that as his arms shook violently, their muscular energy completely spent. He eventually did crawl his way to the bathroom and the shower stall, where once again he lay under the soothing stream of a hot water shower. He had no idea how he was going to be able to work today, but he knew he had to go in. He closed his eyes and prayed for a miracle.
  17. FREaky

    Wet Dreams May Come Part 3

    Wet Dreams May Come - Part 3 by F_R_Eaky Part 1: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2388-wet-dreams-may-come-part-1/ Part 2: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2402-wet-dreams-may-come-part-2/ "Bloody hell!" Devon thought, "Dafydd!" Dafydd was the ex before George, if you didn't count Cristobàl that is. He was an extremely tall, hazel eyed brunett from Wales, and when one says extremely tall, one means extremely tall. Seven foot six inches tall, with massive hands and feet to boot. His feet wore a size US Mens 23 D shoe, 22 in the UK, as they were 15 inches long, and his hands were equally as large. Devon felt Dafydd pratically roll over on top of him and engluf him completely. No wonder as the man was just under two and half feet taller than him. Dafydd rubbed his massive hands all up and down Devon's torso and crotch, while he moved his feet caressing Devon's legs. No slouch in the cock department, he wasn't overly endowed though in proportion to his extreme height. Eight and half inches of cock became erect and it was brought into play with the holding and caresses and comparison of body parts; how much bigger Dafydd was compared to the small, diminutive Devon. Devon was again fully erect, painfully raging hard on as he climbed and groped, grapsed and felt this actual giant of a man until Dafydd finally plunged in and Devon rode him long and hard being tossed and used like some small rag doll. Finally Dafydd flipped Devon over and laying down upon the bed, and smiling at Devon took his left hand and its pointer finger and slowly inserted up Devon's ass. It began to go back and forth, in and out, while its companion fingers and thumb began to stroke and fondle Devon's balls. Then with his right hand, Dafydd reached out and with just his thumb and index finger began to stroke and tug and pull on Devon's tiny cock. "AAUUUUUGH!" No one could pull so firm, so strong, so hard on his cock like Dafydd did. Devon reached out with his hands and feet to try and touch Dafydd as Dafydd worked his cock and ass. To touch those arms and feel them, all the way up, as best as he could. Those arms that felt like they took an hour to stroke from hands to elbow they were so long. Finally Dafydd rolled over, picking Devon up with him and resting him on his torso as he continued to poke Devon's ass and stroke Devon's prick. Devon's head resting on a pillow next to Dafydd's, while his feet rested on Dafydd's thighs. Oh Lawd, how Devon missed this. If Dafydd were just a tad taller, Devon could sleep fully on just Dafydd's torso. Then Devon began to buck. It was rising in him again. Building up in him, in his balls. Another super load was going to explode out of Devon's prick! "Oh, babe! I'm....I'm! I! AHHH UH HUH! GOING TO!..... FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Devon lay there convulsing for several minutes, spew after spew of spoo was blasting off from his held cock like a fountain spire suddenly spraying like a gyser. The sheets would have to be cleaned. His whole body would need to be washed. He would need to steam clean the carpets come the weekend. ... ... ... But it was morning again. Devon had woken up. He was laying flat on his back, directly on the bed, no Dafydd between him and it. He lifted the top sheet and there was no wet spot, no stain, no seamen saturation. Devon wept. What was going on? Although he was physically attracted to all these men, although he had felt something for them emotionally, they were his past loves. How and why was he dreaming of all of them. This one was painful too. He really was in love with Dafydd, who was a great guy, caring, down to earth kind of man. A man who took care of family and friends, who didn't overly use his height to try and belittle all men like he was a superior being. Yet, because of his height there were draw backs. Sex wasn't easy, and performing same time reciprocal acts like sixty-nining was a bit difficult given the extreme size variance between them. Dafydd called it off with Devon, those many years ago because of the size difference. He was tired of all the comparisons on how big he was, what a giant he was. He wanted to feel normal. He needed someone closer to his size for that, also so he could have a really good sex life. Dafydd couldn't let loose and be free during intercourse without fear of breaking his partner in half. He still broke Devon in half...in his heart, and it took quite a while before Devon could date again. Crying, aching, Devon actually crawled out of bed. He dropped hands and torso first from the bed, to the floor and crawled his way to the bathroom where he reached up, turned on the shower and sat in the hot water as it rained down upon him. At work Devon took a seriously large stack of back files and headed to the archive room. He didn't feel like talking to anyone. He didn't want to be confronted. He could do this mindless task of alphabetically filling away now old cases and try to think things through. Why was he reliving his past? Why was he dreaming about all his old loves? His great mistakes. He knew in hind-sight that almost all of those relationships were wrong. With the exception of his last boyfriend, George, he had chosen all of them because they had some element of his size fetish. He knew it was wrong to look for just the physical attraction in a relationship, but had it been wrong to try and seek it out? Or at least to find someone who had one or two of the traits he found sexually attractive? And even when he tried to just work on the emotional, personality aspect of it, his fetish still haunted him because George was jealous over all the pictures of big, beefy, hung men Devon had on his laptop and computer and... SLAM! Devon closed a file cabinet very harshly. He was crying. Finishing the last of the filing, he clocked out for lunch slightly early so he didn't have to see Charles, Mr. Coalfax, or any other coworker. "If I can make it through today, only two more days to go and I can be by myself for the weekend to try and figure this out." But getting into his car to drive out for lunch, he spotted the card the giant Druid gave him back at Stonehenge. He flipped out his cell phone and proceeded to give the man a call. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr (click) "Hello, This is High Priest James Whitehart." "Uhm... Hello. Mr. Whitehart, this is Devon Wiltshire. We met at Stonehenge this past Sunday. I'm the short man who you protected against the crowd when the storm started." "Yes... yes, I remember you. How are you doing? Stonehenge impress you so much you decided to ask about the old ways?" "Not exactly, sir. I've had something happen. It's been happening every night since I've come home from holiday, since the day I was at Stonehenge, and I have some questions. Wondering how wishes when asked are answered, if they might go wrong. If the answer might not be what we expect or if the Gods or spirits play tricks on us?" "I say...those are some very deep questions, and the tone in your voice is very troubling. Are these events, happenings, occuring at your home, your place of business, around you at all times?" "Just at home, but their effects are quite lasting." "Sounds like a bit of an emergency. I am free this evening to talk or possibly do more in the way of a magical intervention, if you're up for it?" "Uhm, yeah, sure. I'm game." Devon gave the High Priest his address and telephone number so that he could meet him after work. Grabing some fast food and scarfing it down, Devon went back to work, grabbing another pile of files that need to be sorted and placed away. His coworkers were a little worried, but no one said much as most everyone hated doing the filing and he was taking care of about a weeks worth within a single day. On the ride home Devon wasn't sure what he should do. He was hungry, but he didn't know if they needed to do something like an exorcising of his apartment whether he should do that with a full or empty stomach. Deciding that empty stomach meant that he would be in a weakened condition, he pulled through another fast food joint to grab dinner, although he tried to order the healthest item he could find on the menu. Eating it on the way home, Devon got to the apartment, tidied up the place a bit, and then sat down nervously on the sofa to wait for Mr. Whitehart, the High Priest. There was suddenly a gust of wind blowing through the apartment. Not harsh like the approach of an on coming storm, but the gentle billowing of a lovely spring day. It carried a scent of musk upon it and a few other odors Devon wasn't sure what they were. Sitting up in anticipation, Devon thought that this must be how a High Priest approaches a new dwelling that he must cleanse; causing a breeze to carry in the insense and mists of holy water to start the purification process. And then in through the door walked Adam. "A...Adam?" said Devon questioningly as he stood up. Adam as the next series of ex'es going back in Devon's love life. He was a blue eyed strawberry blond with tight curly hair. He stood almost six feet tall, with thick hands and feet, very broad shoulders for his height and a stocky, solid body. He had just a small amount of fat to him. Not enough that it made him unattractive, just enough to ever so slightly begin a roll at the waist, but otherwise he was relatively fit, still nearly looking like a youth in his muscle shape and size. He had a body type that is called thick, rawboned, healthy. No matter what medical doctors say, there are people born with thicker, denser bones, than most average human beings, and Adam was one of these men. Even at his skinniest, well you could starve Adam to death and still around the wrist and the ankles, even a man Cristobàl or Dafydd's size had a hard time single handedly grabbing them around so thick his wrists and ankles were. With his meaty hands and thick fingers, Adam approached Devon and grabbed him by the shoulders. He then dipped Devon and kissed him full upon the lips, his tongue probbing and exploring every inch of Devon's tongue and mouth. One hand firmly held Devon by the shoulders, supporting him in this dip, while his other hand went down Devon's jeans and began to stroke, caress, and whack off Devon's balls and cock. Devon's hands reached out, embracing Adam, glidding from shoulders to across the vast expanse that was Adam's back, and then glidding down the sides of Adam's lats to feel that extraordinary tapered V that went to Adam's waist. Even though Adam didn't workout, wasn't into bodybuilding, his body was a natural for supreme physical shape and size, but Devon was just enjoying feeling it, caressing it, because despite the lack of workouts if felt so strong, so dense, so hard, so thick. Adam moved the pair to the couch, where he lay Devon down and continue to fondle Devon's privates, and kiss Devon until his breath was taken away. It became harder and harder for Devon to breathe between the kissing and the fondling and the sensation rising up from his groin. Devon had to try and break free in order to gain oxygen once again or he might suffocate to death. But he was too weak from the nights before, to out of breath now from the smothering smooches of Adam. Finally one last tug was all it took, and Devon lunged forward into Adam's arms, blurting a moan as his cock erupted in his pants and on Adam's hand. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! Devon sat trembling on the couch. Looking around trying to get his barrings. Adam was no where to be seen. He was still sitting on the couch, and although he was sure he just had another massive orgasm, his pants and underpants were dry as a bone. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! "Uhm...uh... comming!" Devon threw open his front door to the arrival of the High Priest, James Whitehart. "Good Lord, man. Are you alright. You look as you've been through the gauntlet." "The...uhm... the events... I.... I....that I called you about..... just... just happened again to me." "What right now?" "Yes." "Just before I arrived?" "Yes." "I'd better get started." And Mr. Whitehart shut the door and opened up a bag.
  18. FREaky

    Wet Dreams May Come - Part 2

    Wet Dreams May Come - Part 2 by F_R_Eaky Part 1: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2388-wet-dreams-may-come-part-1/ Snap snap snap snap snap. Devon's coworker, Charles Van der Voss was clicking his fingers in front of Devon's face. "Earth to Devon. Come in Devon!" Devon shook himself awake from a day dream he was having. "I'm sorry?" "What is with you, today? You still do your job well, but you've been a beat behind your usual pace. And now, we catered in your favorite food for lunch to welcome you back from holiday and you hardly even notice. You're out to lunch at lunch. What's going on in your head? Meet someone on holiday? Have such a great time you can't stand thinking about coming back to the real world?" Devon chuckled, "No... just got my sleep schedule off a bit and tried to take care of it last night. Just need a full night's rest that's all." The truth of the matter was, Devon was lost in thoughts of George, his ex-boyfriend. They hadn't spoken in months. It was part of the reason he went on holiday, to cleanse his emotions out of him and start his life fresh. But somehow last night...he doesn't know what he did, but he did something to make him think of George, and boy, how did he think of George! One of the longest and strongest orgasms he ever had. He felt it from his balls to his lower lip and he felt like it went on for ages. Yet surprisingly, he couldn't find any cum what-so-ever on the sheets. Was he experiencing something like male menopause? His sperm count was suddenly taking a nose dive to near nothingness? He knew sperm counts dropped at a certain age, but he was only in his late twenties. Surly he wasn't running dry yet? Getting through his first day back at the office, Devon breathed a sigh of relief and made his way home, after a quick stop at a local restaurant for takeout; he was too bleary eyed to attempt to cook anything. Having had a restless night's sleep the evening before, and the back of his mind attempting to make sense of why he should dream so strongly about his ex-boyfriend, plus the front of his mind doing his regular work, left Devon mentally exhausted. He ate his dinner in silence, took a shower to relax his neck and back muscles and went to bed. ******************************************************** Again it was the middle of the night when Devon was woken up by someone...or rather something. He felt something fairly large, for a thing that is, suddenly rest upon his knee on the leg that was currently supporting his weight on the bed while the other was sort of hanging, knee resting on the mattress, ankle crossed over the supporting leg's ankle. He felt this thing gingerly come to rest there... it was pretty long ... and thick! It was like someone had placed a hot dog on his knee, no a bratwurst, no a polish sausage, no something in between with the length of the sausage and the girth of a wurst. It was about, no... he knew it was ten inches in length, but it was morphing, changing, growing. He felt this thing get thicker, longer, harder, growing from his knee right on up his thigh approaching his ass. "GASP!" A startled breath of air escaped his lips as he turned his head and attempted to roll over towards the man he knew was in bed with him. " Cristobàl!" " No, no mi amor. Para no ser tan tensa. Usted sabe que yo voy a disfrutarlo mejor, más completo, si te relajas." Then the man began to kiss Devon on the back of his neck, on the side of his neck under his jaw line and behind his ears. Devon's mind began to reel in confusion and ecstasy once more. How did Cristobàl get into the apartment? What was he doing here? Cristobàl was the ex-ex boyfriend, perhaps not even really an ex-boyfriend but more like a six month one night stand. He stood six feet four inches tall, semi-stocky build. He didn't really workout, didn't like to work out. Why bother? When he had what he had, he could get lots of men anywhere. Olive colored skin, topped with thick black hair with brown highlights that framed a set of deep forest green eyes. He was Spanish and spoke English with such a lovely accent in such soothing deep baritone of a voice, that whatever he said, including reading the ingredient list off of a can of tomato soup, made one nearly come to orgasm. But the thing that many men, usually size queens, went after him for was his cock. Ten inches soft it grew another four inches in length when erect and became nearly monstrously thick. Devon would have been in heaven for the rest of his life with him. He was pretty tall... sure lots of basketball players were taller, but he still stood out and above a crowd. He was stocky and semi solid, that could be good enough body size wise. He had that enormous cock, which excited Devon and helped push all the right buttons, especially THAT button in his anus. On top of that he was also an intelligent, caring, and witty kind of guy, one that seemed to have a sense of family. A sense of family that is except when it came to starting his own. He broke things off with Devon claiming he had spent too much time with him. Feelings were bubbling up about Devon that he didn't know how to take, understand. He was a wild and carefree man, with his endowment and accompanying huge balls, he needed to get off three, four, five times daily. No one man would be willing or able to give him all that. He needed to be free to bed bastards as often as he could. He crushed Devon's heart and dreams. Yet here he was again. Playing during sex like he frequently did: slowly, like a snail, pushing his enormous cock head in until the helmet was finally buried. Then he'd pull it back out just as slowly. That was followed by several minutes of teasing the hole with just pressure of the cock head resting on it, until finally he thrust it in and out just head deep several times in a row extremely quickly. Then he suddenly slowed down the entry just a bit, only this time he plowed it all the way in. A rhythm of fast-fast-fast-fast-fast-fast-fast-fast-fast-fast-slooooooooooooooooooooow, fast-fast-fast-fast-fast-fast-fast-fast-fast-fast-slooooooooooooooooooooow. Until he was buried balls deep inside Devon's ass. Then he would grab a hold of Devon by the waist and begin to simply buck and fuck him from tip to ball base making Devon feel every single bit of his fourteen inch cock. Devon's body shook and shuddered feeling the massive prong thrust inside him. Feeling it touch his insides like nothing else could. Feeling the size and mass of the man holding him, hoisting him, slamming into his body. The sensation, the pleasure radiated from his sphincter outward down his legs, arms, to his toes and fingers, up his abs, chest, and out his mouth. "AAAH! AAAH! AAH! OOH! OH! OH! OH! OH GOD!" " Hmmmm. Mi bebé le encanta tener un hombre de verdad le envuelve por completo en el interior, él o paciente se extiende hasta que pueda tener la esperanza de encajar." Over and over and over again the pounding continued. Devon feeling his insides touched by Cristobàl's tip, and his ass cheeks touched by Cristobàl's mammoth balls. Even though his cock was untouched, he could feel it welling up inside him. His own balls were churning up a massive load. It was getting stronger and stronger, building up more and more, filling his testicles further and further. If he didn't erupt soon, he was going to suffer a fate of blue balls. " Oh! MI DIOS, BEBÉ! Yo voy a correr! Aquí lo tienes! Aquí lo tienes! Voy a rebosar a usted! AI! AI! AI! AI! AI! AAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!" "OH GAW-AH! OOOWUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Devon woke up upon his cumming. The sensation was so strong, he thrust his hips forward, his back snapped back, his abs, legs, arms, toes, and fingers tensed, he actually screamed in his sleep carrying through to being awake. He couldn't breathe for minutes the convulsions were so deep and bad, and through it all he felt that pump, the blast, the inner stroking of his prick as he shot out more and more copious amounts of cum. ... ... ... Yet again, when he came to his senses, knowing his should feel wet spots on the contour sheet and top sheet, some slimy residue on his thighs, there was nothing. All was dry. Slowly, shakily, Devon got out of bed. What was going on? What made him think of Cristobàl? Why did he think of George the night before? Was he eating too odd of things before going to bed? Was returning to work from vacation to much stress for him? Yet this dream felt so real. Real enough that his was limping on his way to the bathroom. He couldn't operate his ass muscles properly; it had been too long since he had been fucked and stretched by such a python as Cristobàl's cock. ************************************************************ "WILTSHIRE! You are just barely getting in here on time. Are we having a problem returning to... .... are you limping?" "Yes...yes, Mr. Coalfax." "Bloody hell, it looks serious. Are you alright?" "Teenager, skateboarding. Didn't see me, body checked me out of the way. Fell on my hip." "Have you gone to a doctor to get checked out?" "No, sir. Not yet. I figured I'd wait and see how it was at lunch time. Make an assessment then." "Ok..... Look, I was just kind of kidding you there. You did deserve a holiday, but you do need to come back to work when you come back to work, but we do care about you. You're not just a thing. Come talk to me at lunch, if you need time off for a doctor's appointment, I'll approve it for you, alright?" "Yes, sir. Thank you, Mr. Coalfax." Devon sat down at his desk and suddenly confronted by his coworker, Charles. "I'm smelling and calling shite!" "Not now, Charles." "Oh, no you don't. You're not coming in here with that kind of injury and then laying down some story full of shite about how you got it. You got yourself plowed last night and with a man of, shall we say, many principles. You forget, I fly around the rainbow airport, too. I can tell when someone has made a landing." "Charles, this is not the place to discuss such things and nothing happened!" "Fine... fine.... play U.S. Military; don't ask, don't tell. I'm your BGFF. You'll confide in me sometime." Devon turned his chair to face his desk and hunkered down to business. He managed to get quite a bit done, planning which things he needed to go hunting files for and which he didn't so he could give his ass a much needed rest. At lunch time he took off as fast as he could so he could eat in peace without having to confront Charles about his supposed escapades the night before. He rummaged through some rubbish to find a receipt for an x-ray, made a copy of it, slightly blurry, but enough to convince Charles he'd gone to get checked out at an emergency room on break. Even with the injury, Devon was back on his work game, completing more than anyone else in the office, although still not the blur of motion he usually was. He denied Charles all his theories about what happened to him, all the way up to his stop on the underground. He was thoroughly drained again mentally taking care of both work and trying to figure out what had happened to him. He thought once about digging out the number and email of that Druid he ran into out at Stonehenge, but then thought, "What's he going to tell me about all this? It's just some kind of psychological problem. My mind probably doesn't want me to return to work and just keep on relaxing. That's all." Stopping off again at a shopping district to grab some take out, he pondered his decision for a long time before buying any dinner. He wanted to make sure he got something decent, but bland. Nothing that would cause dreams, hallucinations, or nightmares. Arriving home he reheated his dinner, ate in solemn silence, took a long hot shower, then a brisk cold one, took a couple of sleeping pills and went to sleep. ******************************************************************** Suddenly the bed squeaked and the mattress sank down on one side, almost making the bed tilt. Someone extremely large had just crawled into bed with him. Feeling the man lay behind him... his arm come across him, nearly covering his whole body. The legs when pressed against him, his feet barely reaching below the other man's knees. Suddenly a hand came over and caressed his arm, it was nearly twice the size of an average man's hand. "Bloody hell!" Devon thought, "Dafydd!"
  19. FREaky

    Wet Dreams May Come Part 1

    Wet Dreams May Come by F_R_Eaky Despite the perimeter fence and some slight vandalism, the sight of Stonehenge was still awe inspiring. Devon Wiltshire had managed to push his very lithe, and diminutive five foot one inch frame up to the viewing line and did his best to stay firmly planted there in order to get a good look at the ancient monument. He might have wished otherwise had he known what was to soon happen. A thunder burst appeared out of nowhere. Dark, billowing clouds rolled in and then rolled around the ancient site, looking as if called by an angry druid, or as if the Gods were angry and threatening to destroy the site with a tornado. A flash of lightning and a crack of thunder and suddenly the skies let loose with a torrential downpour and winds that felt strong enough to carry everyone away, or at least small children and men Devon's size. The race back to cars was on and people pushed and shoved and panicked like the rain was hell fire and brimstone tumbling towards them and they would be burnt instantly if touched by it. Devon was knocked by someone into the elbows of someone else, which nearly knocked him unconscious, this sent him to the ground with several people's rushing feet kicking his sides like professional soccer players kick soccer balls for a goal. Battered, bruised, bleeding, Devon's world was now in a daze as he attempted to look up and get his bearings. "Oh, I think someone's wish should now be for healing." Devon looked up to see a grand figure of a man. He was tall, probably around the six foot six inch mark and pretty broad. A long beard covered his face, and a cowl and robe covered his head and body. It was white, the robe, and around his neck he wore a golden necklace or plate. It was one of the new age Druids. He stuck out his bear paw of a hand, grabbed Devon by an arm and hoisted him up off the ground and shielded him from the rest of the site-seers who ran higgledy-piggledy to their cars. Pushing his blond hair out of his eyes and his glasses back up onto his nose, Devon marveled at the man for a moment and then said, "Why should I be wishing? I didn't see any shooting stars or four leaf clovers or nothing. Thank you, though, for the assist up." "Oh, you non-magical folk don't know do you? This was a magical storm brewed up, not be me, but by the spirits. I can't quite tell if it's the God, Goddess, passed loved ones, or the fey, but when you see a storm just whip up like that, it's a magical thing, and if you can hurry up and make a wish near it, there's usually enough magical energy to make it come true." Devon turned and faced the direction of the storm and closed his eyes. "I wish I could find the man of my... No, not the man of my dreams, but the man I should have, the man meant for me. ... And if possible, grant another small one and don't let this man see my erection." Devon had a thing for very large men. Oh, you didn't have to be too much taller than him to get him turned on hornier than a demonic rhinoceros playing brass in Hell's band, but the bigger you were, the more turned on he became. In fact his current fantasy is reading about this new tallest bodybuilder in the world, a young man who's 7' 4" tall and has built up enough size to enter competitions and get noticed. The large Druid walked with Devon back to his car and then politely said good-bye. He gave him a card with his email and telephone number should he wish to know more about the magical way of life. Devon thanked him and got back on the road to London. Today was the last day of his holiday and he wanted to get home soon enough for a decent night's sleep. Peeling off his still damp shirt, it revealed Devon's very sculpted, lithe torso. He didn't have a lot of muscle size but he was very cut and defined. He liked that about himself, although he wished he could pack on some mass and be built and strong like Lee Priest, but that just didn't seem to be in the programming of his genes. Shucking his pants off in the bathroom, he popped into the shower for just a bit to run hot, steamy water all over his body and warm himself up, before toweling off and going to bed nude like was his custom. ************************** KERBOOM! Crashing thunder and flash of lightning woke Devon up as it shook the windows and vibrated the walls of his flat. Sitting up in bed, he stared into the inky darkness of his bedroom and then lurched back against the headboard in fright. "AUUUGH!" "Oh, babe... don't be frightened." It was his ex-boyfriend, George. George had been his first attempt at trying to find a man just off of personality alone. There were things about George Devon like physically: He was kind of tall at nearly six foot, but he had an average frame, kind of soft, slightly muscular shape to him. He was average at best in the department of love equipment. The turn on for Devon was that George was hairy...beautifully hairy. He had a thick, rich, feathery head of ebony hair that framed a pair of sparkling blue eyes, thick eyebrows too, but they were shaped and didn't meet in the middle to form a unibrow, and his jaw was always covered for the man could shave at seven o'clock in the morning and yet by noon, no, eleven a.m. he looked like he had a five o'clock shadow. The rest of his body was covered in lots of fine, soft, black hair that feathered in the contour and shape of his muscles and body parts. Devon used to lull himself to sleep running his fingers through that carpet. Still what was George doing here? And here in the middle of the night? How did he get in? He didn't have a key to this apartment. Apparently that didn't matter to George. He crossed the bedroom floor, crawled onto the bed, pulled the covers slightly down and then pinned Devon on the bed as he began to kiss him deeply, fully, upon the lips. George's lips then travelled down Devon's chin, neck, shoulder, chest, abs, until finally they were kissing the base of Devon's five inch erect cock. "Oh my God" thought Devon. "George has never been this romantic before. What's gotten into him? Why has he come back to me? I must stop this, I must ask him what the hell is going....AAAUGH!" Devon let out a heavy scream of delight as one of George's hands cupped and rubbed his balls, while his mouth continued its silky glides over Devon's cock. George's other hand then made its way just beyond Devon's balls and began to stroke that spot just behind them and in front of the butt hole. It then began to alternately work between rubbing that spot and poking itself into and massaging the hole. Devon was utterly lost in the throes of ecstasy. He could care less now why George had come back to him, it just felt so good to be loved again. He would tell George when this was all over that he would throw out all of his muscle magazines, delete all the bodybuilder and giant men pictures off his laptop, computer, and cell phone. He would tell him that he loved him for exactly who and what he was and that he didn't need to look at other men, no matter how much taller or buffer they were. He would rid himself of all those things that turned George away from him. He would be in complete joy and bliss if he came back to him and stayed. Devon tried to run his hands through the hair on George's arms, caress his cheek and feel the stubble on his face, then run them through the lion's mane that George called a head of hair. But the persistent sucking and fondling that George was doing was sending wave after wave of ticklish sensations across his cock, cock head, balls, ass, and up and outward through the rest of his body. Arching his back, curling his toes, clinching his fists, Devon moaned and contorted on the bed, writhing in heavenly pleasure. "AHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH-UWUAH!" Devon sat up in bed, trembling, breathing hard, sweating profusely, and feeling shot after shot of cum blasting through his tiny cock. It was morning. The room was cold. Except for him, the room was empty. George wasn't there, and there was no sign of him having been in or entering the apartment what-so-ever. Even more mysterious...although he had a small cock, and slightly small balls, Devon's testicles produced a goodly amount of cum. More than one ex had stated that he was not only a cum dumpster but cum factory as well, he produced so much for such a diminutive, little, man. But when Devon peeled off the sheets, there wasn't any cum to be found. The sheets were neither wet nor stained, but he was sure he had just had one of the largest and longest orgasms ever. Shakily, stumblingly, still reeling and feeling the effects of his orgasm, Devon made his way into the shower to get ready for his first day back at work. He was nearly late, for he stayed under the hot steady stream of water until it had run cold.
  20. TheWeremuscleForest

    Gym Equipment Part 2: Mystery Man Among Us

    After admiring each other and having sex over and over again, both Asa and Norris start getting back into their routine again and don’t notice that they have a visitor that ventured into the gym without them noticing. The young guy probably in his early 20s is watching them both get off on each other while growing at the same time. He is standing close to the area around the reception desk and has his pants down to his knees. Norris finally sees him after getting a few more reps in on the leg machines and smiles sort of in a devious manner as he tries to sneak up on the young admirer. Asa is heard moaning on the other side of the gym as he gets an even bigger pump going from working out on the pec deck. The giant boulders sitting on his chest appear to be growing as his nipples stretch even bigger than before. He squeezes the apparatus to where his pecs meet as the veins pulse just under the skin making his cock leak uncontrollably on the floor. This makes the young man stroke his cock rapidly as he stays focused on Asa’s small growth cycle. Norris manages to grab the guy from behind and bends him over to shove his cock inside his hole. The guy squeals in pain as he tries to get away from the behemoth but is unsuccessful. Asa smiles as he witnesses the other two having sex and even eggs Norris on. His grunts as he plows the young guy get louder and louder as he gets closer to shooting his enormous load inside him. The reluctant bottom doesn’t know whether he likes it or not as he tries to bargain with Norris who won’t listen to him at all. The behemoth thrusts so hard that the reception desk begins to shake wildly as wood starts to split apart and things on the table and counter begin to crash to the ground. He roars as he fills the uncooperative young man’s body with spunk. The bottom stops moving about as he feels it pouring into his intestines. Norris loves the feeling so much that he continues to rock back and forth on the young guy. Asa makes a crazy sound as he tells his huge buddy to look at the other man. Within seconds, the young man starts growing as he muscles come out of nowhere and start to explode through his clothes. Stretching and popping sounds are heard coming from all over his body as he screams in pain. His voice gets noticeably lower with each shriek. Norris moans in ecstasy as he feels the young guy’s legs stretching and blowing up. His hole gets remarkably wider swallowing up the behemoth’s cock. His ass fills out and grows into giant balloons to accentuate his thick calves and wide quads. Norris watches as the man’s shirt shreds completely revealing a back that continues to stretch and spread its way further outward. The big man grabs his lats and feels them as they get thicker. He pumps the guy harder trying to cum again inside him just to see if he will grow bigger. He can see that the man’s arms are getting wider as the desk starts to buckle under his size. His scrawny biceps blow up into veiny pulsing boulders as the skin struggles to keep up with the growth. His forearms make quick work of the wood as they push all the way through it. The giant hoses move all the way up into his growing shoulders and neck. Norris feels his pecs heaving and stretching as they swell up and fill out to three times their original size. He squeezes them as they involuntarily bounce and the nipples drape downward toward the floor. His skinny waist thickens and develops strong obliques which lead to tile-like abdominals that seem to have grown out of nowhere. Perhaps the most impressive part of the man’s transformation is his cock which makes him moan wildly as it dribbles pre all over the ground. Norris can hear a pulling sound coming from it as the guy’s balls double in size and his cock lengthens several inches. The young man that entered the gym earlier is no longer the same guy. Norris looks at him in awe as the scrawny young guy punches the desk into bits and turns around to grab him and pull him out of his hole as he shoves his giant cock inside of him. The hulking brute starts grunting incredibly loud as he fucks Norris into submission. Asa stops what he is doing and waddles his way over to join them. The man’s eyes grow darker as he moans deeply seeing that the two of them are now in his sights. He pulls out of Norris and grabs Asa to plunge his cock into him now. Asa laughs hysterically as the giant starts to fuck him hard making him give in to his needs. He starts to play tongue hockey with Norris and the two men practically merge as the hulk moves back and forth on the two of them. He growls as he gets close to cumming and promptly worships both of them with his tongue and huge hands. They both moan uncontrollably as he busts load after load inside them making them feel like they are going to grow again. Before their bodies are able to commence another growth cycle though, the giant shoves his tongue down inside their huge cock slits and tries to maneuver the cum out. Both Asa and Norris try to stop him from stealing their power, but are unsuccessful as they feel the rush moving through their balls and into their shafts. He meshes the cocks together to catch the giant loads in his mouth. He roars in anticipation of the coming flood as his body gets more pumped. They scream as the cum pours out of their cockheads and down his waiting throat. He gulps the huge loads down and laughs as they are helpless in his massive arms. Each time they try to escape he pulls them closer to him and restrains them. They even attempt to bite him, but he gives them a fairly strong punch to put them in their places. As they finish cumming, he lets them go as they both fall to the ground hitting each other. He falls back a bit into where the reception desk used to be in the rubble. He looks like he is drunk with lust as the cum swells his gut up. He staggers a little bit as he looks down as his distended belly. The two gymrats on the ground stare up at him wondering what will happen now. He almost looks sick with a crazy look on his face. After what seems like several minutes, he smiles down at them and makes a menacing sound. He flexes his giant guns as his cock rises again like he wants to have more action with the two victims. They both try to jump up to get away from him as they rush for the doors leading outside. When they go to grab the handles, they fall off in their hands. They both yell in fright and stare at each other as they realize they can’t escape. When they turn back around they are stunned at what is commencing. The sounds of skin stretching and muscles growing are heard once again. The growing giant’s voice begins to grow even deeper than before as he gets taller and wider. They try to bust the windows out with their bodies and strength but are unsuccessful once again. The growing hulk is now starting to break through the back wall and ceiling with his growth as he tops 600 pounds and is over 9 feet tall. The ceiling tiles begin to drop down as the lights flicker and drywall coats the superhuman. It is at this point that they realize they won’t get out unless they figure out how to reverse this process. With the behemoth still in growth mode, they grab one of the Smith machines and sit it on top of his foot. It seems to have distracted him because his growth has stopped. They both look at each other as they start to grab other equipment and launch it at the giant. He falls to the ground and passes out as it appears the machines have a strange effect on humans. After watching the hulk fall over, they are shocked to see him shrink as the machines begin to swallow him up as he gets buried underneath. They quickly dig him out and notice that he has reverted back to his original size. In another shocking twist, both Asa and Norris are also reverting back to their previous sizes as their gargantuan muscles revert back to their normal sizes. They look at each other again in amazement as they realize they have destroyed the very equipment that made them giants in the first place. The small admirer was their downfall it seems, but the real question may be if they can get out of the gym. They both pick up the young man and drag him to the front of the building with them. They push with all of their might against the front doors as they open without much effort. As soon as they get out, they both rush to their truck and get in before driving off. The young man comes to and smiles as he looks up and sees them leaving.
  21. MrLemur

    The Iceman Cometh (Part 4)

    I was so exhausted from lack of sleep it was no wonder I passed out in the seat of the 727 shuttle from Boston. My nerves were wound so tight with concern about what was happening to Jake I’d wore myself out. The only excuse my mind needed to drift away was to lean the seat back. I had the dream again. There I was naked in the valley again, but this time when I heard the rumble I ran to it instead of away. I greeted Jake the Giant as he broke through the trees. He lifted me up onto his shoulder, and patted my head with his strong, giant hand. “Everything is going to be fine Emmett, just you wait and see.” He assured me. He showed me the valley and pointed at the herd of deer drinking by the rivers edge. As we approached I expected them to run, but they didn’t. Jake squatted down and held out his hand to the small group as they moved closer. He stayed perfectly still as the dear quietly walked up to him and began licking his fingertips. “See Emmett, everything is going to be all right,” he said as he set me down amongst the dear. They gathered around me and started to nuzzle against my body. At first I felt a little nervous since I didn’t have a stitch of clothing on, but somehow I knew they meant me no harm. They started licking me as well, and one managed to start licking around my cock. It tickled and I started to laugh as the other deer gathered in closer almost pushing at each other to get close to me. There nuzzles became more like shoves and I started to panic. “Sir, sir wake up!” I opened my eyes to the blurry vision of the male flight attendant, his hand on my shoulder gently stirring me from my slumber. “Sorry to disturb you sir, but we are getting ready for the landing cycle so, I am going to need you to put your seat in the up-right position.” He said, briefly staring down at my crotch. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to doze off. I guess I’m more tired than I thought,” I responded still not quite awake. I looked down and saw my erection clearly showing through my dress pants. Well, it could be more embarrassing. I could have formed a wet spot *sigh*. I felt the landing gear extend beneath me as the plane began to lean into the approach for the runway. By the time we touched ground and were taxiing in my erection was gone so I could stand up and retrieve my carry-on bag. The captain let us know it was okay to use electronic devices again. So me and about half the other passengers whipped out our cell-phones and stated dialing. “Hey, it’s me! We just landed.” I said feeling relief. “I know, I just saw the marquee status change to arrived. I’ll be waiting for you at the gate.” Jake said. “Thanks, for offering to pick me up.” I paused for a moment, “Oh Jake, I just feel so awful about what’s happened.” I said feeling ashamed. “Awful? Why should you feel bad? I don’t. As far as I’m concerned this is the best thing that has ever happened to me, so don’t you go beatin’ yourself up about it. It’ll all work out, you’ll see.” It was good to hear Jake’s deep voice again even if it was digital. We kept on talking; me shedding more worries, and Jake assuring me everything was just fine. As I walked along I looked ahead and saw the crowd waiting at the end of the gate. I was so caught up in talking to Jake and trying to see him over the crowd I didn’t even notice the step up. The world slowed down, as it seems to always do when you fall. I dropped my cell phone trying to catch myself before I hit the ground, but forgot to let go of my carry-on stroller-bag. That arm jerked me back as it caught on my heel flipping me over so I landed on my back hitting my head so hard everything went black for a second. The voices of people shouting stirred me back to reality. “Hey buddy – watch it!” “Ouch!” “Look where you’re going!” “Asshole!” I stared at a world turned upside-down as two teenage boys above me were shoved apart like the trees from the forest in my dream - falling away to reveal Jake. The view from the ground stunned me as Jake’s massive form appeared over me. “Emmett, are you okay?” He said reaching down to me. I couldn’t speak. All I could do was stare at him. The gray team sweat suit he wore was ready to burst. His pectoral muscles were swollen so large they lifted up to bottom of the shirt showing the waistband of his pants, and a peek of skin. I moved my lips but nothing came out. Jake lifted me off the ground, one arm around me the other taking my bag. He had perched me on his hip when words finally came to me. “Ah, Jake I think I can walk.” I whispered feeling like a bit of a spectacle in the middle of the Airport. “I’m sure you can, but now that I got you I’m not letting you go just yet.” He snickered back. “Everything all right here?” came the voice of the female TSA agent. “Yeah,” Jake answered, “My buddy here took a fall on that nasty step of yours. You really should do something about that.” He continued, challenging the agent’s authority. “Jake, it’s not their fault I wasn’t looking where I was going.” “Sir, would you like to see a medical attendant?” She asked me. “No, I’m fine – really. Only my pride was hurt.” “So, does that mean we’re ready to go?” Jake asked me. “I didn’t check any bags, but I dropped my cell-phone. Do you see it anywhere?” I asked. “I got it!” said a small voice from below. Jake turned us around to face the small boy in a Mariners jersey holding out my cell. “Hey, don’t you play for the Mariners?” he asked. “That I do little fella.” Jake said smiling. “Wow, you’re really big.” The boy said in awe. “Yea, I guess I am. You look like a fan; would you like an autograph?” “Oh, boy would I!” the little guy answered his face beaming. “I don’t suppose you have a pen on ya?” Jake asked. “I have one” interrupted the TSA agent handing Jake a Sharpie pen from her shirt pocket. “And, the little guy’s right. I’ve been to some of your games and I had no idea from watching in the bleachers what a huge guy you are.” The female agent said now gushing. “Good clean living as they say Miss.” Jake set down my bag, and took the pen and signed the boys shirt. Retrieving my bag he said; “Well, I guess we should be gettin’ off then?” Jake adjusted me on his hip and carried me out of the terminal. As we entered the parking garage elevators I spoke. “Jake, you really can set me down. I just tripped that’s all. I can still walk.” “Aw, all right.” he resigned. “Go ahead and ruin my fun. You’re just so light, and it feels so good holding you close.” He said sounding like a boy just told he wouldn’t get a Red Rider BB Gun for Christmas. “Well if it means that much to you I guess I can deal with a little more embarrassment. Just don’t carry me in to Dr. Gannon’s’ office okay?” I said submissively. “Dr. Gannon? Do we have to go there first? I kind of had something else in mind.” Jake said. “And what might that be?” I said my curiosity peaked. “You’ll see.” Jake carried me all the way to his Truck. “Tall enough?” I teased staring up at the Red Ford F150 sitting atop four ridiculously large tires. “Don’t make fun of my truck, or I’ll have to kick your ass.” He said placing me inside, and dropping my bags in the back of the extended cab. All settled in my seat. Jake entered the cab, and filled it up quite nicely. As we drove off I let my hand slip to his thigh and gave it a squeeze, or at least I tried. It was as hard as granite, and hardly felt like real flesh. The interstate was crowded and I soon realized where we were going when Jake took the Exit. “Why are we going to the Arena?” I asked. “You’ll see, just be patient” he said a smile spreading across his face. Jake pulled into his reserved spot, and stepped out of the truck grabbing a gym bag from the seat behind. “Well, come on then –time’s a wasting.” Jake walked me through the maze of the Arena, and I recognized the locker room as we passed them. “Well, Emmett here we are” he said as he stood before the double doors marked “GYM.” “Why are we stopping here first, Jake?” I asked. “Because I think you need to truly appreciate what’s happening to me and the best way for me to show you is here,” he said as he pushed the doors open and motioned me inside. Jake followed me into the impressive facility that seemed to have everything a gym rat could want. “I already worked out once this morning, and I’m ready to go again.” “Jake, you mean even after taking off the patch the effects are still lasting?” I asked. “Now, don’t be mad Emmett but I didn’t take it off. As a matter of fact I put on two this morning, and I feel great.” Jake said beaming. “Jake are you insane? You’re putting your health at tremendous risk!” I said slightly angry he hadn’t done as I asked. “DO I LOOK UNHEALTHY TO YOU!?” Jake shouted performing a crab pose. As he continued to squeeze his muscles I heard the seams of the sweat suit starting to rip. When Jake brought his arms up into a double bicep pose the seams under his arms split open. “Yeah! That’s what I am talking about Emmett! Look at me! I’m growing bigger by the hour.” Jake said, and then he tore off the sleeves of the shirt revealing he massively muscled arms. He reached into his gym bag and pulled out some type of sport shake and chugged it down. “Emmett I feel better than I have ever felt in my entire life, and I don’t want it to stop. Please be happy for me, and help me for Pete’s sake. Don’t make me give this up.” His voice was pleading now. This scientist in me wanted all this to be stopped and studied, but the horny, gay man inside me wanted to do nothing more than worship Jake’s body. Jake stepped in close and took my hand and placed it under the remnants of his shirt. “Feel my body Emmett, and tell me you want me to stop.” Jake said tempting my wildest desires. Jake peeled what was left of the sweatshirt off, and let my hands browse his thick, meaty pecs covered in dark fur, and then running my fingers down the bulging abdominals. His muscles were so hard it was amazing Jake could even move the bulging masses. I slid to my knees as Jake removed his pants revealing his magnificent cock now nestled between massive thighs covered in more dark curly hairs. His cock began to stiffen as my hands roamed the bulging sinews that made up his legs. Jake gently lowered himself so he could take off my clothes till we were both equally naked. “Let’s work out?” Jake whispered, a smile spreading across his face. “Aren’t you worried about somebody coming around?” I asked. “Nah, not today. I’m sure the guys partied pretty hardy last night. They won’t be coming around.” Jake said brushing off my concern as he stepped over to the bench press, and laid down, positioning himself under the bar. “Well, don’t just stand there come over here.” Jake ordered. “What? Do you want me to do? Spot you or something? How much is on that bar anyway?” I said teasingly. “Only 500 lbs, that should get this party started. However, you I want right here,” he said slapping his cock that was beginning to rise to the occasion. “Always fantasized about fucking and lifting at the same time – now seems as good a time as any.” Jake said chuckling to himself. It wasn’t easy but I managed to climb onto Jake’s monster fuck pole and placed my hands on the cobblestones of his abdominal muscles to balance myself. “You’re in charge of counting.” Jake said as he grabbed onto the bar, and began his first rep. Slowly he pushed the bar off the rack and lowered it down – resting it on his large erect nipples. He pressed the bar up, and I could feel him trying to push his cock further into me slightly bucking his hips when he reach the lock position. “One,” I called out. “Oh, fuck this is gonna be good,” Jake purred. From there he continued to pump out one perfect rep after another. By the time he reached 20 my insides where on fire from the piston fuck I was getting. “Need a little more weight” Jake said almost in passing as he racked the bar and sat up. I started to easy myself off his cock when, “Unh, Uh… you aren’t going anywhere.” Jake said as he wrapped one arm around me and carried me while still impaled on his super-sized member. Using just one arm Jake added another 100 lbs to each side of the bar, and moved us both back into position. I could see he was straining now with 700 lbs on the bar, but only for the first few reps. After five he was moving the bar like a machine, and pounding my ass at the same time. “Oh fuck Emmett it feels so good,” Jake said after reaching 20. He racked the bar and started pressing me, moving me up and down on his cock. I watched as his pecs squeezed together, pumping ever larger as he moved me up and down his pole. With each landing I felt his balls stopping me shorter than before until I had to reach behind touch them. Good Lord they were getting huge – on the size of oranges. Oh, fuck Emmett I’m gonna explode, and he did. Jake pulled me in tight as I felt his cock jerk inside me pumping, and pumping his load deeper into me. After what felt like five minutes I too was pushed over the brink. My cock pressed against Jake’s granite stomach sliding up and down the center of his abs, each ridge sending waves of pleasure through me as my cock rubbed over them. I finally released me insignificant load as Jake continued to pump out more cum. So much poured out my ass and oozed down onto Jake. Soon he and the bench were covered in his creamy, white seed. “Oh, Emmett I don’t ever want this to stop.” Jake whispered. “So, what shall we do next? Squats?” He teased.
  22. brawnyjock

    Cockring 9 - Seattle Found

    Cockring Chapter 9 - Seattle Found Chad was still fuming over the hibernation of his computer in the middle of his plans to play out another test with Brain and Keith. The accidental activation at the group party a month ago had shown that Brian's limit still hadn't been reached. Chad was all set to send the signal that would make the cockring put Brian into a total sexual frenzy again. He wanted to test the full potential of his prize alpha male and figured no one better than Keith to be on the receiving end. "Keith, humpf, fuckin power bottom claims he can take over eleven inches." Chad grumbled as he reviewed Brian's current stats. With Brian already ten and a half a special triple activation could easily have pushed him over twelve inches. "I'll bet he would have been begging Brian to stop long before the cockring ever forced him to grow that huge." He turns off the monitor alarm and updates his data log on Brain. Adding a note to try and trace the video feed that Keith had broadcast from his hotel room, while he was with Brian that first time. Then he sends a note to Doc. Chad: Doc, I may have stumbled across a glitch in the system. Am performing data analysis and trouble shooting the problem. More later once I have something positive to report. He hits the send button as the system displays a reminder, 'Seattle Acquisition Interview - 8pm', on the screen. "Shit, I almost forgot." He rushed around picking up the place, ordered dinner from room service and jumped into the shower. Once in the shower he relaxed as the hot water pelted his skin. He knew that it was important to clear his mind and think only of the Seattle acquisition interview. He had been searching far too long and this was the only candidate who made it through the screening process. He didn't want to mess things up tonight. He finished showering, toweled himself dry just in time for his dinner to be delivered. He sat down to eat as he reviewed the information on Magnus in the system. Six foot four, two hundred pounds, thirty three waist, muscular, blue eyes, full head of hair, nice Norwegian features with an "Oh, My" dick size. He laughed at Magnus's size classification, "Oh, My". Hardly a number but it was a real eye catcher that stuck in his mind during all the emails that brought him up to the interview tonight. Chad put his dishes in the hall and dressed in a pair of slightly worn jeans and polo shirt. He prepared refreshments on the table and placed the gift wrapped cockring nearby. It was already programmed to test the candidate’s arousal response once Chad managed to get Magnus to wear it and it was properly activated. Chad always loved the challenge of getting a new stud to wear the device. Most of the alpha males had tried cock rings of various types before. Many liked them and a few never saw any benefit to wearing one. Tonight’s stud was in the later group who had worn one at least once before and really didn't care for them. As eight approached, Chad made his way to the lobby and positioned himself in a large comfy chair with a clear view of the entrance. He liked to have the option to bail out at the last minute if necessary. Some habits are hard to break, especially if you've been suckered in a few too many times by false information and old or fake pictures. A tall, trimly built man entered and looked around the room. He had short hair, a strong jaw line and an almost perfect roman nose. Compared to the pictures in Magnus's profile this man was even more prefect. It had to be him. Chad observed a while; he wanted to see if the man was confident or nervous. Magnus glanced at Chad and then winked at him. He took off his leather coat and draped it over his shoulder as he approached. "Chad? I'm Magnus." He extended his large hand to greet the handsome new friend. "Glad you could make it." Shaking his hands as he deliberately eyed him head to toe making sure it was obvious that he was appreciating the man. "Your pictures don't do you justice." He said with a grin as his stared locked onto the mesmerizing, deepest blue eyes and he continued to shake hands with Magnus. "You nervous?" "Sorry, no. It's just your eyes are so blue, I'm drawn into them." Chad finally realized he was still shaking hands and pulled his away. "I hear that from a lot of men." Laughing softly. "And I take full advantage of the hypnotic effect." "I don't blame you for that. Got to make the best of what you've got." "The big blue's just a distraction to throw you off. I've got plenty other things to put to good use once you're under my spell." Placing his hand on Chad's shoulder and giving a light squeeze. "And I'm sure you'd like to find out." "We'll see about that." Patting the hand on his shoulder and turning to the elevators. "I'm on seven." The doors barely closed behind them on the otherwise empty elevator, when they were in deep embrace. Hands roaming over each others bodies, across abs and groping packages. "Man feels like your spell is working hard on me already." The elevator stops and the doors open at the seventh floor, and they break apart just in time as two ladies are waiting to get on. They step aside, allowing the women to get on and then they exit quickly down the hall toward Chad's room. Once inside, Magnus embraces Chad tightly as he begins kissing him. Lightly at first like sampling a new treat and then more deeply, letting him know he was hungry for more. Chad succumbs to the hot mans probing tongue quickly and they begin to undress each other. Shirts are easily removed revealing two sexy men with powerful chests. Both nearly hairless and sleek with taunt musculature. They kick off their shoes and remove their socks. Then, taking turns they groped each others groins and slowly remove the pants and finally the constraining shorts. Chad maneuvers them toward the seating area. After a short while, Chad breaks free long enough to offer Magnus a drink and they sit on the chairs facing each other. They engage in some small talk, learning more about each other. Their eyes dancing over each others naked bodies as they get past the mundane chit chat and delve into the meatier topics of mutual interests. Chad can barely restrain from attacking Magnus. He wants the man so badly that it is difficult for him to wait until the cockring is in place. He has to keep reminding himself of the goal for the meeting. He needs to complete his Seattle acquisition and Magnus has got to pass the tests. "I can tell something is on your mind." Magnus interrupts Chad with a puzzled look on his face. "Not really." Chad denies. "No, really. What is it? You can tell me anything. I'd just like to get past it so we can enjoy the evening." "Well?" Chad began. "It's just your body is so perfect. You look so handsome naked. I hate to spoil it and don't want to offend you." "What's wrong? I'm not easily offended. Just be honest with me." "Okay, I bought you a little present. But I wonder now if it'll detract from all your physical perfection. I just think every man should wear one all the time." Handing him the package with the cockring inside. "Now that's a cock ring." Opening the box and pulling out the cockring. "You shouldn't have. You know I've tried one before but didn't get any additional pleasure from wearing it so I threw it away. However, since it'll make you happy I'll wear it for you tonight. Besides, this one is so thick and heavy. It really has some nice masculine qualities." "Thanks. I think it makes men look all the sexier and studlier. I hope you'll use it tonight at least...” Chad almost gushed as his ploy worked. "Let me put it on properly for you." "Watching you put it on me would really make it sexy.” Chad fumbled a bit not wanting it to look like he'd put cockrings on every man in the country. He finally managed to get Magnus's large balls through the ring and then quickly pulled the shaft through. His experienced, slight of hand trick, managed to remove the plastic liner and then he twisted it into position as he activated it. "There, now doesn't it look good?" He supported the cockringed dick on his hand. Magnus's dick was rapidly growing in a gentle upward curve. "Wow! It looks to me like you might get a lot of pleasure from it." "From it or from you?" Magnus leaned in and pulled Chad to the floor with him. He kissed Chad deeply as his hard dick probed for Chad's ass opening. "You ever experienced a curved dick before?" "Can't say that I have." He lied. "Well you're in for a real treat. Dicks with an upward curve like mine fit real naturally inside a mans hot ass." His dick slides easily inside the moist man hole. "mmmm, you feel good and tight." "Fuck me, Magnus." Feeling the penetrating probe as it strokes his insides deeper and deeper. His breathing begins to quicken its pace. "I intend on doing just that. Pumping your ass until I'm satisfied." Chad knew the curve shape of some dicks please mainly due to the increase friction on the frontal side of the anal cavity. He personally he preferred the straighter, thicker cocks. "mmmmmm, give me more." He did enjoy the feeling as the head of Magnus's dick slid up and down inside. Massaging his prostrate as it made its way deep inside his hot moist man chute. "mmmmmm, yes." "Fuck, I'm going to cum!" Magnus exclaimed. He didn't want to cum so soon. He struggled to hold off as best he could. This wasn't normal for him. He was totally surprised that he was so close to cumming so quickly. Magnus knew that Chad was no where close to orgasm and cumming together was always more pleasurable. Chad squeezed his glutes, tightened his grip inside to milk the mans dick. He knew exactly what was happening and wanted Magnus totally drained if possible. Magnus continued his strokes as his dick shot several blasts inside of Chad. Finally, he pulled out and rolled over onto his back beside Chad. "Sorry, man. I didn't mean to cum so quickly." "Not a problem. I wanted your load." Chad really did. His testing couldn't begin until after the first release. Now was when the cockring would get started. "Then I'm glad." "We've all evening to have more fun." He stood up, pulling Magnus with him. Then they sat on the edge of the bed as Chad passed him his drink. As they chatted, while Chad cleaned up the curved manhood and then began to play with it again. It didn't take long for him to get hard again, with the help of a slight tug to activate the cockring. "You really have a way of stimulating me." Magnus was surprised that Chad was able to get him hard again so quickly. Chad got down onto his knees on the floor and began to suck on Magnus's dick. Magnus watched his dick as it disappeared inch by inch into the hungry mans mouth until it was totally inside. Then he felt the pulling of Chad's suction. "Fuck man, you're going to make me cum again." Releasing the curved dick and licking it end to end. "Isn't that what you want?" I know that's what I want, he thought to himself. "Well of course, but I'd much rather fuck your ass again." "Not this time. You've got to let me taste your cum." He pushed Magnus down onto his back and moved into a sixty-nine position on the bed. "I'll match you lick for lick." Magnus quickly began to suck on the hard cock above his mouth. It was a real mouthful for him, but he did his best. As he'd take in an inch or two, he felt his dick going into Chad's mouth the same. If he licked the cock tip to base, Chad licked his the same. They were like mirror images of each other. In and out together. A lick here, a stroke there and Magnus would feel the same thing on his own dick. He cupped Chad's balls in his hand and massaged gently. As he felt Chad doing the same to his own balls. It felt wonderful. He'd never had anyone match him like this. Whatever he wanted done to his own dick, he only had to perform the same action on Chad. Their emotions began to heighten. A rough pull or two to keep the balls from drawing up helped to prolonging the play. It was both pleasure and torture for Magnus and likely Chad. It seemed he was hard forever before his juices swelled up inside to the point that he couldn't contain the release any longer. His load shot out profusely into Chad's hungry mouth. Chad swallowed repeatedly as the cum continued to flow. However, that is where the reciprocation ended. Chad didn't cum for Magnus at all, not one drop. "You didn't cum. Did I do something wrong?" Magnus questioned with real concern. "It's okay, if I cum, then sex is totally over for me. I can't do anything after I cum." Then seeing the disbelief in Magnus's eyes. "Really, I've always been like that." Then reality hit him. Yeah, he'd always been like that with every guy he was with for as long as he can remember, except Brian. "Wow, I've known others like that, but they usually cum early and then show you the door. They don't usually hold off like you did. Guess that means you aren't done yet." Magnus was pleased and concerned. He'd already shot two large loads and doubted he could continue much at all. Chad was so very hot to him and he wanted to make a good impression. "Mmmm we are only beginning." Chad knew it wasn't the end as he still had a few more tests to run on his newest alpha male. "I'll need a few minutes to recharge." Grabbing his drink and taking a couple swallows. As he drank he felt his dick regaining life again. "You're kidding, right?" Chad was looking at engorged dick standing between the Magnus's legs. "Dam, guess I'm more horned than usual." Magnus was slightly puzzled about his third erections so quickly. "Maybe wearing a cockring has some benefit after all." "I want to ride this time." Magnus just indirectly confirmed the cockring was working. Chad knew full well what to expect from the program now. He moved into position and slowly eased down upon the man's hard dick. He didn't need any additional lube as his love chute was plenty ready. Once again he made every effort to enjoy the added intensity in pleasure caused by the curvature as it rubbed his prostrate in all the right ways. The slick hard dick slowly disappeared inch by inch, inside of Chad, stroke after stroke. Chad increased his pace as he became more accustomed to its size. Magnus was breathing harder and faster as he finally reached out to take hold of the man riding his dick so furiously. Chad had other plans. He grabbed Magnus's arms by the wrists and pinned them down over the man's head. His mouth began to nibble on the two hard nips that peaked each of his pecs. First one and then the other. Back and forth as he continued to ride the hard dick inside his ass. "Fuck!" Magnus bellowed as he feigned to struggle and get his hands free. Chad continued to ride his Seattle dick hard. He knew he'd found the perfect alpha male and that pleased him enormously. "Shit, I'm cumming again!" Magnus went wild. Bucking up into Chad over and over. The spasms driving Magnus out of control. His cum flowing like lava out of Chad and down onto his pelvis. "You're one hot man." Chad complimented Magnus. "Me? It's what you're doing to me. I still can't believe it. Three times in less than an hour. Shit." "Guess you really do benefit from wearing a cockring." Chad knew he needed to encourage Magnus into keeping the cockring on until he was gone. He didn't want Magnus finding out that he had no choice but to wear it until after Chad was out of town. "Fuck yeah. I don't think I'll ever take it off." "You're just saying that to make me feel good about giving it to you." Chad teased, knowing full well the reality of the future for Magnus. "No, really, I'm going to wear it every time I have sex from now on." Chad knew that was a true statement. He also knew that Magnus would really be wearing it all the time from now on. At least until he had no more use for him. Chad and Magnus went to the bathroom and got into the shower together. Chad began soaping up Magnus and working the lather into a nice frothy coating. He paid extra attention to the cum stuck on his lightly hairy chest and abs. Magnus rinsed off and then he returned the favor. Soaping Chad's body top to bottom and working his finger deep inside Chad's ass. First on finger, and then another, and then he managed to get a third finger inside. "Man, you really know how to work me up." Chad was really getting worked up again. His cock was so close that he began jerking off as Magnus continued to work a forth finger into his ass. "Ung, oh, mmmmmmm." Chad fell back against Magnus as his load blasted out all over the glass shower doors. His spasms continued for several minutes as Magnus continued to work on his ass. Magnus wanted be sure that Chad got relieved of his load before the night was over. "Stop, Stop, please, enough." Chad asked and then commanded politely. He pulls away and turns facing Magnus. Plants a big kiss on him and plays lightly with his dick. They continue kissing and fondling each others bodies as they rinsed off. Once done they step out of the shower and began to towel dry. "mmmmmm, I really like this." Chad reached around Magnus and purposely surrounded the cockring with his hand. He still wanted to test the failsafe one more time, by giving the cockring a slight tug. "Dam! Look what you're doing to me again!" Magnus complained jokingly. "Yeah, I know." Chad continued his test until he was sure the failsafe would force Magnus to grow to his limit before he let go. "Fuck, I'm getting another erection!" Magnus could hardly believe it. He tried to hide how painful it was by acting macho about it. "Dam, is it big this time or what?" "Sure looks extra huge to me." Chad chimed in his encouragement even though he knew Magnus could be in pain from the failsafe. A normal erection pretty well stretched his shaft skin to its limit and this was designed to go 5% beyond. Magnus was jacking furiously for all its worth. "Man it really hurts it's so hard." His hips swaying back and forth. "Dam, I gotta cum." His dick throbbed and his balls drew up tight. Finally his cum erupted violently, flying all over the mirror. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Chad acted surprised as he watched. Once Magnus was done shooting his forth load, Chad kissed him deeply. "You going to remember me fondly after tonight?" "You know I will." After a bit, they went back into the main room and got dressed. They chatted some more and then Magnus indicated he needed to get home. They said their good byes at the door and Magnus indicated he would be back tomorrow if it was okay with Chad. "We'll see how it goes." Chad lied. Once the door was shut, Chad logged into the system and began updating the settings for Magnus in the system. He packed quickly and checked out of the hotel. He wanted to get back to his own home. After several months on the road, it was time for some much needed relaxation. Magnus arrived home late and was so tired and worn out he plopped down on the bed and fell asleep. He woke up early in the morning and was basking in the exhilaration from all the activity the previous night. He got out of bed and made his way to the shower. It was then that he remembered the cockring. It felt good around his half erect dick as it swung back and forth. "mmmmm, maybe I'll just keep wearing this." Looking in the mirror he liked the way it emphasized his dick. He stepped into the shower and began washing up. Soaping his body head to toe and then a little extra emphasis on his privates. Working the suds around his groin as he tried to clean up under the cockring moving it just a bit. An erection quickly developed and grew rapidly. He made no association between his cleaning under the cockring and the result. Why would he? Thoughts of Chad and last night flooded his memory. "Guess I've enough time to take care of a load." Magnus began stroking his dick. Long slow strokes at first which quickly became rapid jack hammering as he couldn't get enough. His dick was pounding, internally he was peaking and yet didn't want it to end. "Fuck" he screamed as the load pelted the wall of the shower and he fell back under the spray. He changed to cold water to help him settle down more quickly. As he cooled off, the cockring glistened catching his attention. I can't wear it to work or I'll never get my mind off sex. He thought to himself, but also realized he would never get it removed while he was still partially erect. He turned the water off, grabbed his towel and dried as he stepped out of the shower. He was almost completely dressed when he remembered the cockring. He unzipped his slacks and pulled them down along with his shorts. He had to admit that the cockring did look good on him. He placed his hand around it and began to pull it off at the same time trying to pull his shaft up through the opening to free himself. The cockring reacted promptly causing an enormously painful erection. "Oh, Fuck!" Magnus screamed as he slammed his fist into the wall, breaking the sheetrock. "That fuckin son of a bitch. I thought there was something strange about this cockring and I'll bet Chad knows." He grabbed his cell phone, fumbling to punch in Chad's number as he continued to jack himself off. The automated system at the cell company answered and informed him the number was no longer in service. "Shit! I'm so totally fucked up now." Magnus realized he may be stuck wearing the cockring for a long time. At least until he could find Chad or figure out another solution.
  23. Chapter 10 - Chicago Alpha's First Client Chad relaxed on his flight home knowing that for the first time in many months he'd be able to enjoy his home, his friends and not have to worry about auditioning anyone. His flight was rougher than normal due to some very bad storms. Otherwise it was uneventful except for an occasional glimpse of the handsome male flight attendant and his pronounced package as he past Chad more than several times. Chad was too worn and exhausted to do much about it this trip, although he did get the guys name and email on a card as he made his way to the restroom once during the flight. He opened all the windows as soon as he arrived home. He'd been away too long and really missed the fresh salty sea air. He unpacked hurriedly, stripped off his clothes and went out by his pool to bask in the afternoon sun. In no time he felt the tense business stress flow away, replaced by calm soothing warmth penetrating his naked body. He'd been on the road for several months with only a brief stop home now and then as time permitted. The web based communications world was a boon for his lifestyle as it enabled him to work and even to monitor his house while away. However, once home he realized he did indeed miss the real comforts of home and the physical contact with his friends. He spent several days simply relaxing by the pool and catching up with old friends at his local hangouts. He attended several parties and just let the system monitor everything else. He knew if there wasn't anything going on with his work that needed his attention or he would be notified by the system. He spent a bit of time now and then researching the internet, trying to track down Keith's broadcast of the encounter with Brian at the hotel. Several times he located a short clip or a frame or two saved as single images saved on various sites by individuals. But the full video file he was searching for was never found or it had always been removed just before he got to it. It seemed that someone was teasing him by dangling the frames in his path to find or they were monitoring his efforts and moving it around to keep him from finding the video. Either way, it was totally frustrating to him as he had exhausted all of his usual resources without finding so much as one concrete piece of data as to where the broadcast was sent or a full copy saved. Regular daily activities took over more and more of his time and prevented him from wasting time on his futile search for Keith and the video. The weeks went by quickly as he succumbed to all the simple things his life had to offer. Renewed friendships, trysts, and rendezvous’ make it easy to forget what day it was. He also spent considerable time brain storming with Doc about the glitch in the system that caused the unexplained happenings to Brian. Doc offered to casually meet Brian and examine him first hand, but Chad wanted to keep conditions 'normal' for awhile longer so that the variables didn't change too much. Limiting the environment could be helpful in further analysis of Brian. Doc had to agree and kept working on his end with the production and quality control of the cockring manufacturing aspects. Meanwhile Keith had kept himself busy fielding queries and requests for more information about the video of his encounter with Brian. Seems the live video had caught the eye of several commercial producers who have been after Keith for several years to be an actor in some professional videos. Some of them had even expressed interest in Brian too. Keith contacted Brian to be sure he would be okay with the new developments. Brian replied with a call to Keith. "Hey sexy. What's this video stuff all about? You finally going to give in and make one for those guys you told me about?" "Sort of. It's the same guys who contacted me several times before to do a movie. Like I had told you, I've always put them off saying I need to have a good connection with the guy to make it work out." Keith went on. "Well, they liked the live vid of us and wondered if I found that connection. Said the two of us really looked hot together." "Live Vid of us?" Brian panicked. "You never said anything." "I told you that if our connection worked out I wanted to take a vid of it. Thought it was okay with you?" "Shit, big difference between a making a vid and broadcasting it live. I wish you'd asked me first. What did they see?" "It was cool. Your face was almost always obscured or hidden by shadows, back of the head only, or in severe profile. No way that you would be recognizable." Keith said assuring. "Besides, all their emphasis was on my being able to totally take that fuckin monster cock of yours." "That’s a relief. But then why do you need anything from me?" "Well, some of them want to sell the vid. So I'll need your permission. It'll mean some extra income for you. Could be several thousand." "Can I see the vid first? Would like to make sure I'm sufficiently protected." Brian stated cautiously, although his exhibitionistic side already had his cock fully aroused. "Sure, I'll send you a copy right now. You need to know that they've expressed an interest in having you and your huge cock in some more scenes." "Cool, but as you know, I don't get much free time to play and it's got to be safe." "I'm sure that can be worked out. They can always have you as an extra standing around or stepping up to offer assistance. You've no idea how impressed they were by your muscular body. Plus you totally drove them crazy with your huge thick cock. You could be even be used as a cock double for some of stars who can't seem to keep it up for all the action in the shoots." "Well, I'd have to think about that. Sounds hot, if it’s done right. I got the vid you sent. I'll watch it and if it's okay, send you the release form tomorrow. Thanks for asking." "Cool Brian. I just wish I had the camera set up to record when you showed up at the arena. That was so hot. I know it would have made us even more money. You were so fuckin huge that day! Did you use a pump to make your cock extra large before you showed up or what?" "I've never used a pump. Just me, totally hard for you." Brian knew that the cock ring played a roll, but wasn't about to say anything about it to Keith. "Well, all I know is that I've never seen your cock that thick and long before. I know you're huge, but man you were a fuckin monster that time. I'll let them know once I get your release. If you decide not to give the permission, that's cool too. Hell, I've put them off for couple years now. It's just that I felt the connection with you, as you know, and I'd be proud to have you be the one in my first movie. Later stud... bye." Brian was totally aroused by what Keith said. The idea of being in a video with Keith was so wild. He jacked off as he watched the video. The whole deep throating scene got him so aroused that he signed the release even before he finished watching it. He quickly replayed it and shot off another load before sending the reply to Keith. Chad woke up one morning a few days later to a system alert. It was time for him to open up the new markets in New Orleans, Dallas and Chicago. He checked his appointment book on the computer which confirmed the task was due. "Shit, already that time." He remarked to himself. He logged into the system and began editing his website to make the new alpha males available on the system. He checked the gay web site that served as a front for his business. All three of the alpha males had logged in using the complementary membership ID's they'd been sent anonymously by him. They had created profiles, uploaded pictures and made some contacts already. "Nice, makes my job a lot easier when they provide their own profile data and use the web site before I put them into production." He copied and pasted some of their data and pictures onto his homepage and updated the announcement page to show the opening of the new markets. The three new alpha males; Dante in New Orleans, Garth in Dallas, and Eric in Chicago would all find themselves extra busy very soon. He also checked his systems private area on the site while he was logged in. "Nice, very nice. Profits are already up for the quarter and meeting all projections. Membership has tripled since opening the south eastern markets." He was pleased with the profits and that his marketing plan was working out so well. He prepared an email to Doc with the details. He also informed him about the live video Keith made with Brian and, finally, that he'd made no progress as yet on the potential glitch in the system. Chad established his site when he was in high school and made enhancements and upgraded functionality as profits increased. Being the web master of the site, members contacted him with suggestions and questions all the time. This helped him to improve the site and keep it growing and profitable. His college education was mostly financed by his web site. During his years at MIT, a high number of queries and comments sent into the website for one basic topic. It was a large group of bottoms who wanted to connect safely with tops. They basically wanted some combination of several things. Some felt insecure with their expected submissive role that was usually expected of bottoms and wanted more control. Others sought a means to engage hot alpha males and ensure all their needs were fulfilled versus a quick encounter. Still others wanted to take full control during sex with men physically larger than themselves. All wanted to know if anyone had any answers to these situations. Chad quickly recognized that he too had similar desires and a solution could be very profitable. Chad was already working as a research assistant on classified projects designed to remotely control insects. They were attached with micro cameras, transmitters and sensors to become electronic bugs used by the military and law enforcement. It wasn't much of a stretch to imagine adapting some of these technologies toward a solution. It took most of his years in graduate school to perfect his cockring technology. The same technology he used today. The set up costs to develop and manufacture the cockrings was beyond his capabilities and that was when Doc came into the picture. He had the resources and connections to get the manufacturing done. Without Doc the whole business plan would be a bust as no cockring alpha studs would be available, connected or controlled. The special invitation to Alpha STUDS service was marketed directly to registered members in the specific market area. STUDS or Submissive, Temporarily Unconstrained, and Dominated Subjects. The offer indicated the service essentially provided the client with alpha males who were temporarily unconstrained and dominated by sex needs and submissive to the client’s desires during a prescribed sexual encounter. As a STUDS subscriber you will have access to Alpha Males in key market areas across the US. The initial membership fee was set high enough to discourage those who weren't serious about using the service. The additional fee was base upon the requirements for the connection. A sliding scale that was negotiated when the member defined the activities. It promised a controlled experience, custom designed to their needs, with a satisfaction guarantee. They opened the first market, Washington DC, in February and added a new market area monthly for the first several months. Profits grew quickly as they added New York, Boston, and Charlotte markets and then the three south eastern markets a few months ago. He just hoped that the membership growth would continue for the three new areas. With a total of ten markets open he was just over half way toward completing this phase of his marketing plan. However, the delay in both Minneapolis and Seattle acquisitions were likely to cause him to miss his financial goal for next year unless he could find some way to accelerate the schedule. He checked on Brian's data and realized he'd come along well enough that the ID for the website could be sent out. That would help get him on his way toward production much sooner than the plan of early next year. Secretly he wanted to provide Brian additional opportunities with clients that would guarantee his option of monitoring and gathering additional data on the 'glitch' in the system. Also it would be fun to see if Brian uses his free membership and what he puts into his profile. "Dam! Someone wants Eric already. I knew he'd be in hot demand, but it's only been a few minutes." Chad reviewed Jerry's STUDS member profile and then he began to monitor the chat dialog in progress with Eric. <'going to be Chicago soon, would love to connect with hot top like you' >'that's me, total top, what are you looking for' <'want a man, not a boy to satisfy me' >'no problem there' <'just know I don't want a dump and go quickie, need to enjoy some quality time' >'you'll be satisfied, plenty' The arrangements were made and then Jerry sent in his STUDS form expressing his agenda of needs and wants for the evening. He wasn't sure how well a new STUDS Chicago alpha would work out, but the promise of his total satisfaction was worth the cost. Chad set the parameters into the system for Eric's meeting with Jerry. He entered the time and date of the event and made adjustments that would ensure Jerry enjoyed at least four hot fucking sessions during his evening as requested. Jerry was tired of men who promised an evening of hot sex only to blow one load and be done for the night. Like he told Eric, he wasn't into quickies. Chad knew that the system would make sure Eric delivered as promised, one way or another. Jerry arrived in Chicago and checked into the hotel. A quick email to Eric provided the room number. Then he jumped into the shower to clean up and get ready. He put on his sweats, gym shoes and a head band. "Looks like I'm ready for my trainer." He said to himself in the mirror as he lightly squeezed his dick. There was a knock at the door. "Who is it?" Jerry called out. "It’s your trainer, Eric." Jerry opens the door and in walked Eric with gym bag in hand. Wearing warm-up pants with snaps up the side, an unzipped warm up jacket over a string tank top that clearly revealed his powerful chest. His chiseled good looks drove Jerry wild and reminded him of a movie star. "Quaid, Dennis Quaid, that’s who you look like." Jerry blurted out as his heart pounded. He was quickly getting aroused with the images of what he and this stud were going to do. "Yeah I get that a lot. I need to do an evaluation on you first." Eric played his role very cool and professional. "Get those clothes off so I can see what I've got to work with." Jerry striped out of his sweats quickly and stands facing Eric. Eric produced a tape measure and began with the neck. He took a measurement and wrote it down on a form that had an outline of a mans body. Eric proceeded from head to toe until he had completed the form. Then he looked it over, made a couple of notes on it and eyed Jerry once more. "Not bad, not bad at all, I think I can help you out." Eric takes off his jacket and then his tank top. He reaches out and puts Jerry's hand on his shoulders. "Feel them." Jerry did as he was told. "Now my pecs." Jerry lowered his hands and felt the muscles flex beneath his palms. "You want to have a body like this?" "Yes, I do." Replied Jerry nervously. He wondered where this was going. He'd requested this role play but didn't get into details so it could play out as a surprise. Eric didn't show any sexual interest in Jerry. Instead he acted like a real trainer. Jerry's hand drifted lower across Eric’s abs which felt tight and firm. "You'll need to sign a release form before I can give you Personal Training. It's standard legal stuff." Eric twisted to pick it up from the table and hand it to Jerry. As he did, Jerry's hand deliberately slipped and brushed across Eric's groin. The cock inside felt so good. He yearned for it, moved his hand back quickly and tied to give it a light squeeze. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? Eric acted pissed. "You really want training or my dick?" Eric tossed the form on the floor. "I... I...just thought.." Jerry wasn't sure anymore if this was a real trainer or part of the role play. "That's what I thought; you guys are all the same. Just lookin to get fucked by a hot muscular stud." He pushes Jerry back onto the bed. Then grabs the waist band of his warm up pants and with one quick motion, the snaps pop as he rips them off revealing nothing underneath. His dick leaps to attention as he moves toward Jerry, who was just starting to sit up on the edge of the bed. Jerry opens his mouth and slowly sucks the warm dick deep inside. Inch by inch it disappears inside as Jerry's tongue performs its magic on the hard shaft. Eric begins to moan as his pleasure mounts. He pushes Jerry back, grabs his legs at the knee and swiftly puts them on his shoulders. He quickly applies some lube to his dick and slides it into Jerry's ready manhole. It didn't take more than half a dozen strokes before his cum shot wildly into the warm chamber. He roughly withdrew his still dripping dick, turned, walked into the bathroom and begins to shower himself clean. Jerry wasn't sure what just happened. This wasn't what he planned and he'd paid too much for the evening to be over all ready. He calls out to Eric. "You're not done are you?" "Dam right, you got what you wanted. Got me off even quicker than I thought you would. Hope you enjoyed it." Eric continued to soap up his chest. "I had hoped for a lot more than a quickie. I thought I made that clear to you." "Sorry dude, that's all I have, see." He turns showing his flaccid dick. "Totally spent." "I'm sure a man like you has more than one load for me." Taking Eric's dick in his hand and like magic it begins to quicken again. Rapidly getting even harder than the first time. "Not bad, not bad at all, I think I can help you out." He smirked as he threw Eric's words back at him. "Fuck! How'd you do that to me? Eric was truly shocked, thinking Jerry had worked some magic on him and totally unaware that the cockring was doing its job. He was so hard and horny that he wanted to fuck Jerry again. Jerry joined him in the shower as he continued to work over Eric's dick. Stroking it end to end as he kissed Eric all over. He was driving Eric wild, taking him to the edge and backing off time and again. Eric was stunned, he felt unusually helpless as if under a spell. "I've got to cum." Begged Eric. "Please, I need release." Jerry turned his back to Eric and braced his hand on the shower wall. "Now for your next exercise, let see how well you can pump off several long slow sets." He braced himself ready for what was about to come. Eric slowly entered Jerry's tight ass as the warm water pelted both their bodies. This time feeling every inch slowly as he pressed forward. It felt so good. "Man, it's never felt like this before. You feel so, hot." "It pays to take your time." Jerry was enjoying this slow penetration, knowing that he was in control. "Now, stud, feel my grip as you try and slowly withdraw your cock." Jerry gripped inside holding tightly and making it difficult for Eric to pull out." "FUCK!" Eric struggled. "I can't." "Oh yes, you can." Jerry released his grip. "Now do it again." They continued the slow insertion and gripping extraction time after time. Both were building quickly to the point of no return. The water was turning icy cold as their breathing became labored as their hearts beat rapidly. Jerry pulled away, turned and grabbed Eric's dick and squeezed it as his load surged forth. He continued to milk Eric until the pulsing subsided. They both finished up in the shower, taking turns soaping and washing each others bodies. They stepped out and dried off wrapping the towels around themselves. Once in the main room they sat on the edge of the bed as they had a drink and chatted a bit. Eric still couldn't figure out how Jerry had gotten him going again. Jerry skirted around the issue. He said he knew certain techniques that usually worked in these situations. "Well, I'm glad you did. That was so totally hot for me." "I'm enjoying it too." Jerry added. "I'm not done with you yet." "You're kidding right? You can't possibly expect me to perform again this qui ..." Eric stopped short of finishing his sentence as he felt his dick rapidly awakening. "I knew you had it in you." Jerry stated as he placed his hand on Eric's tenting towel. "This time I get to ride you." He pushed Eric onto his back and pulled open the towel as he tossed his own towel aside. Eric's dick stood at attention, pulsing and throbbing. Eric was already breathing harder. His emotions taken into high gear by his third erection in less than three hours. Jerry squatted over the stake and slowly lowered himself until just the head was inside. "Think you're ready for some more slow torture?" He toyed with Eric. "Fuck man, I don't know how long I can stand it." "How does this feel?" Jerry's ass slowly started undulating pulling Eric inside bit by bit. It was like his dick was slowly being sucked inside a machine. Devoured an inch at a time by Jerry's talented ass muscles. "Nooooooo, noooo, nooo, I can't stand it anymore. I feel so helpless under your control." "You're doing great stud." "Noooo, I got to get relief! I can't take much more of this. You got to let me cum." "I don't got, to let you do anything." Jerry boldly stated in a commanding voice. "I'm the trainer in control now and you'll cum when I'm ready to let you." Jerry was feeling powerful. He knew now that the system was somehow assisting him. Making Eric submit to his control by feeling helpless beneath him. Eric was at the mercy of his raging sexual pleasure and desires. His dick truly controlled him at this point. His dick and the signals sent by the system through the cockring. Jerry was addicted to the pleasure he was receiving from the cock now deep up inside of him. He too longed for his climax as he began stroking his own hard on in rhythm to his riding Eric. Faster and faster he continued to jack himself off. Faster and faster he rode Eric. His leg muscles burned from the constant squatting motion, but he couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop. Jerry felt his cum well up inside of him, until he couldn't stand it any longer. His body tensed as his muscles tightened and his emotions erupted until in last gasp he shot his load all over Eric. When his muscles tightened that last time, so did his grip on Eric's dick which erupted deep inside of him. The two collapsed together totally exhausted and spent. It took them several minutes to recover any strength at all. Eric pulled Jerry close and the two kissed and caressed each other as they enjoyed what they both had experienced. "Well, I guess I'd best be on my way." Eric got up out of the bed and made his way to the bathroom to clean up once again. Jerry rolled over onto his stomach and watched the reflection of the powerful man in the mirror cleaning himself up at the sink. I don't know how STUDS was doing it, but so far it is making this night everything I had specified. Then he suddenly remembers that meant there was one more erection left before Eric would be done. "No fucking way!" Eric cursed as he made his way back to the bed. "Look, I'm fucking hard again. What the hell is going on?" "I wanted you again." Jerry said teasingly as he raised his ass up. "You're not kidding, are you? How the hell did you know?" "It was just part of my plan for a perfect evening." Jerry smirked, pleased that he was actually going to get everything he wanted. Eric slowly entered Jerry's hot ass the way he had just learned from his new Trainer. He knew just how to please his bottom and didn't want it any other way. Somehow he knew Jerry was in control and pleasing him totally was the only way that he'd get relief himself. "Man, that ass of yours has such a power over my dick." "That it does my friend, and it loves what you're doing." "Fuck, it feels so tight inside. I can feel you gripping inch by inch. It's so erotic. I never realize how hot it can be." "Now you know how to please your master." Jerry realized he may have slipped up using that term. "Master?" Eric repeated questioningly. "Guess the roles have kind of been reversed ever since I pumped that first load into you so quickly." "You learn quickly, Eric. That's good." Jerry loved the sense of power he had over such a hot, top stud. He was master; the top was slave, what a nice twist. He knew he wanted to do this again. Only next time he'd have even far grander plans in store. "Ugh... Sir, may I cum now?" Eric played up the slave role. "You'd better or I'll keep you here all night." Jerry fired back, half joking as he himself was getting a bit raw from all the action. But, oh, it felt so good. Eric pulled out shooting his load all over Jerry's back and Jerry shot yet another load onto the bed before collapsing in exhaustive relief. They both cleaned up and agreed to meet up again, next time he was in town. Eric finally left feeling totally exhilarated at the entire experience. He didn't have a clue that this connection was any different from any other he'd been involved in. However, he did realize that he had more erotic fun than usual, learned a lot from his experience with Jerry and enjoyed it all. The next morning Jerry logged into the website and completed his satisfaction survey as required to maintain his membership. He indicated he was 100% satisfied with the service and the evening fulfilling his request. He then used the comments section to praise Eric and to request information about the locations were other alpha males were available. With all the traveling his job demanded he hope for more intense pleasure. He was startled to receive an almost instant replay that indicated the locations of all the current cities where services were available. He didn't travel often to most of them but the last entry in the list caught his eye. Minneapolis was listed as available after the first of the year. His cock leaped at the prospect. He had regular monthly business in Minneapolis.
  24. Omiganda

    The Bear's Cub Part 5

    Sorry this took so long but I wanted to draw your attention with some loving pups. I wasn't going to accept this till I couldn't write this without cum soaking my undergarments Enjoy! Comments and Feedback very welcome! Dedicated to godofjurai. Part 1: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1985-the-bears-cub-part-1/ Part 2: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2044-the-bears-cub-part-2/ Part 3: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2154-the-bears-cub-part-3/ Part 4: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2248-the-bears-cub-part-4/ Part 5 The journey to the upstairs rooms was a frenzy of deep kissing and skin rubbing as the four of us traveled up the stairs. In front, Taker was up ahead, rubbing the large bulge in his tight jeans as he went up step by step. In back, Balls was getting ready by looking at the bouncing of Donut’s muscles in his tight, small work out shorts. As for me and Donut, we were a mix of emotions as our mouths were pressed against each others and our tongues were tangoing, Donut’s much bigger one dominating the space between us. Speaking of between us, my cock was red and angry beneath my newly bought pajama pants as it was rubbed by the big and hard forms on Donut’s muscular gut. I was truly feeling every moment move slowly around us as my mind was consumed by Donut’s presence and sexual prowess. He was like a sex machine! The stairs were made wide and tall, clearly to contain people as big as Bear and Donut and any other large giants in the house if they wanted to make it to the long, wide hallway. I didn’t even concentrate or get to see it at the time as my mouth was full and my eyes were closed. We only broke our kiss long enough for Donut to see the doorframe to one of the 7 doors and duck, his 7’8 height coming back into view as he stood full mast in the new room. The moment we were inside, my nose was filled with the smell of man. A LOT of man. The entire room was white with white lights coming from the ceiling to shine down on nothing but a large blue wrestling mat and a large metal drawer at the other end of the room. I only got to look for a moment before Donut put a finger beneath my chin and turned my head back to him. “Eyes on your big bro, Cub” he said before leaning in and deeply kissing me again. It was like a little spark ignited every time his tongue spun around in my mouth. Before I knew it, I knew it, I found myself on the mat and RIIIIP. My new pants were useless as they’d been torn right off my body with a quick pull from Donut’s big arms. He just chuckled in the middle of our kiss before detaching for a moment. “Don’t worry, us big, horny pups go through clothes like tissue paper” he said before continuing the kiss. Taker had closed the door behind us before also taking off his pants, making him now fully nude. Balls was behind Donut, his muscular arms wrapped around Donut’s chest as he dry humped him. “Come on, Donut. We want some, too.” I was a willing play thing now as Donut released the kiss, smiled and, with his monster strength, spun me around till my head was facing his body and my own body were pointing away. I could still see Donut’s smile before he continued our session with an amazing upside down kiss. It reminded me of one of the Spiderman movies at the time. I began to lift my arms out to touch Donut’s beautiful pale muscles and hairy face but I was halted when a big shadow came around and pressed my arms down against the mat. I stopped the kiss with Donut to look down and find Balls in nothing but a tight wear of black boxerbriefs that were barely containing what looked like Pringles can and two HUGE balls that could have been confused for grapefruits. His muscular body was a testament to any greek statue I’d ever seen in my life as the tight muscles flexed with his movements. “I think we need the lube, Taker” he said before he bent his arms, his hands still holding me down, and started a slow climb from my chest down. Everything was an electric touch to me as I felt Balls’s full lips pressed against my chest and going down till he found a happy trail of dark hair going down my faint lower abs. “Mmmm, Cub’s already getting his fur” he said with a grin before sticking his tongue out and, achingly slowly, went from my stomach, up to my chest, and back down till he found my angry 7 inch cock aiming for the sky. I moaned and groaned as my entire body was being assaulted with all these tricks to get me closer to climax. All of which were working perfectly. My mouth was refilled with Donut as he leaned in and kissed me passionately. As we were playing on the mat, Taker was taking a BIG lube bottle and filling his hands with the clear liquid like he was using baby oil on a toddler. Taker moved in with a devilish smile on his face. “Mmmm, he looks like he’s pretty ready” he said, seeing the angry cock bouncing back and forth as Balls kissed the head. “Yeah, time to flip the little guy over” he said. Before I knew it, Donut had grabbed my arms and Balls had my legs. I was flipped like a pancake and had my ass up and defenseless as I laid on my stomach. “You can get him first, Taker” Balls said as he moved out of the way and left my ass defenseless and undefended. Taker came in like a hawk as he rubbed his hands in the lube like it was hand sanitizer. “Here I come, Cub” he said before grabbing my ass cheeks and pulling them apart with his powerful arms. “That looks delicious. Looks like Bear’s already gotten you initiated but you’re still so tight looking” he said with a grin. I was only mildly prepared as I felt 2 fingers were stuffed into my ass, my mouth making an O shape as my back arched. Donut quickly grabbed my back with his big hand and pressed me back down, kissing my it as he held me down. I moaned and grunt as I felt a third finger getting shoved into my ass. After 10 minutes of shoving four thick fingers into my ass, Taker made a face. “Dammit! This is one tough pup! No matter how much I shove my fingers in, he’s still as tight as a little rubberband.” As Taker said this, the door to the room opened and what sounded like tennis shoes tapped against the ground as someone came in. “Hey, guys! I’m headed out! I don’t got enough time to talk to my bro so one of you will have to do it. Baseball practice is going to be in about 30 minutes.” Taker looked up and smiled as one of their pup brothers came in. “Great timing, Slugger. We got a little surprise for you.” I tried to look around Donut’s big crouched body but it was useless. The pup who came around had to get around his big body to see me. When he came around, my jaw dropped. A man wearing a baseball uniform was looking down at me. He wasn’t as big as any of the other pups but he was definitely big in my book as he stood at what had to be 6’6 with a toned, muscular body pressed against the white of the uniform. “Oh, shit. Is that our new little brother?” he asked with a smile as he came around and began to rub my back. He was so beautiful me as he looked over my body. His eyes were a grayish blue that like a bluish slate color. His nose was somewhat defined but not so much that it would be called muscular. He had the hottest dimples and cheeks thanks to his high cheek bones. His legs were big and tensed as he bent down, blocking me from seeing his crotch but I could tell he was liking what he saw as his somewhat tanned skin reddened a little from arousal. I looked lower and could see his tennis shoes but DAMN. He had really big feet for someone his size. “Lemme guess. Too tight?” he asked with a matter of fact smile. Taker laughed. “Yeah, you think you can open him up?” he asked. Suddenly, a group laugh occurred that was both hot and odd as their deep voices made my ears vibrate. When they stopped, the pup named Slugger took a thick hand and slapped my defenseless ass. “Mmmmmmm, I’ll take care of this little cherry. Stand back.” Donut was still holding my back down but Taker and Balls had backed away to give their friend some space. I couldn’t see behind me but I should have been more horrified as Slugger pulled off his uniform jacket, revealing an amazingly sculpted chest and hairy abs. “Hey, Cub. I’m Slugger. 2nd in command to the baseball team. Thing is, these guys call me Slugger for a whole other reason.” I did my best to look around and could make out his beautiful body but that wasn’t what grabbed my attention. Slugger was smiling down at me with his hands on his hips and his chest puffed out, looking down on a new conquest that was going to be victim to the HUGE bulge between his legs. I was amazed his pants were holding as his pants bulged with what looked like a long beer can punched into them. “Better get these pants off before I get too big” he said as he dropped them and was wearing nothing except an overstuffed jockstrap that wasn’t supporting his balls as dark crotch hair leaked out of the sides. I was scared for my life as Slugger got on his knees and leaned in as his jockstrap tore and the pounch fell forward. My ass was defenseless from that massive bat. “16 inches of fun, Cub. Get ready for the ride of your life!” With that, Slugger leaned in and pulled my ass apart again to find my ass. I felt throes of pleasure as I felt a light kiss before a bulbous object was pressed against my hole. “Just relax, I’m only going to stretch you out a little” he said with a grin before he made a gentle thrust forward. Everything in me tensed but I quickly relaxed in fear of getting ripped open instead of pulled open. “Yeah, that’s it, Cub” Slugger said as he pushed in deeper but slowly. I was feeling real pain as my virgin ass was being penetrated by cock for the first time but I hadn’t expected it as a wave of pleasure filled my body. My cock was tensing beneath me as I felt a kind of glide on Slugger’s cock as he gave me a few seconds of pleasure and pain. My first cock and the one in me was just getting thicker the more went down! Before I knew it, we were halfway through when Slugger laughed a little. “Try not to bite your tongue off.” Suddenly, Slugger pushed in a little harder and I was being filled much faster than I had planned. My mouth made an O-shape as the pain and pleasure both came at the same time as I must have hit the truly thick part of Slugger’s dick. It was like a baseball bat hand actually been shoved up my ass the way it filled me to the brim and kept going. I felt Slugger’s cock hit a threshold before continuing on, my ass was the source of pleasure and pain that was reaching every part of me and only getting more intense as we progressed. I grabbed at the mat till my hands were red but it wasn’t enough. The cock inside me was just getting thicker and thicker as the last few inches came and went. I thought I was going to black out from sensory overload when we finally came close to the hilt. I’d never felt so much pain and pleasure in my life and it was sending me over the edge as 13 inches was the stopping point. “Hmmm, we’re going to have to beef you up if you want to take me hole, Cub. You’re so damn tight and small, I just want to go on and on.” With that, Slugger leaned in and placed his arms outside of mine, hovering above me like a big, muscular umbrella. “Oh god, all aboard” he said through clenched teeth as he also was feeling the most amazing pleasure pulling out a little and then pushing back in. I grunted with each thrust as the sex progressed and my own cock was reaching climax. “Oh fuck” I whispered through bared teeth as I was pile drived by one of the thickest cocks I’d ever seen. “Fuck…..fuck……fuck…fuck….fuck…fuck…fuck!” Donut kissed my forehead as he held me down before coming in to lock lips with Slugger. Taker and Balls were looking from side view as Taker and Balls had already pulled out their own big cocks while pumping at full speed. “Ugh…..ugh….ugh…ugh” grunted Slugger when his kiss with Donut ended. “I’m gonna fucking cum, Cub. UGH!” It came like a wave as Slugger arched his back and his cock released what had to be a truly monstrous load. My insides were filling quickly as Slugger’s cock throbbed, his eye rolled to the back of his head. Slugger grunted as he dropped his full load into me like a pump set on high. Taker and Balls were a sight as they were both holding themselves up with the wall, their cocks shooting big loads up onto their own chests. My guess was as good as anyone’s as to how much cum they were producing with those big balls before they finally had stopped shooting at 30 seconds. The torrents Slugger unleashed were probably painting my insides white for a full minute before he stopped grunting and fell to his elbows, doing his best to keep his weakened, muscular pelvis from thrusting deeper into me and shoving more cock in than I was ready for into my stretched ass. “Fuck….. you’ve got one sexy ass right there, Cub” he said before kissing me on the back of my neck. “I’m coming back for more, Cub. We’re going to open you wide for Bear. I promise you that.” Before I could reach out and grab him, my mind suddenly longing nothing but that ungodly endowed man, he was already walking away, his uniform in hand as his big, strong looking glutes tightened and bounced with his stride and his big cock slapped against his thighs visibly. “Fuck, blew out another jock” he said as he closed the door behind him. Donut leaned further over me and kissed my sore ass, cum leaking slightly out of it as it lay there stretched. “Mmmm, can’t wait till I can get a piece of that” he said as he was the only one who hadn’t come. “But I’m gonna save you for when you’re up and ready and want me to, Cub. You’re looking tired after we had to sick Slugger on ya.” With that, Donut sat up in front of me and I looked in between his legs to see a massive cock, red as a tomato, angry and looking ready to blow the way his balls tightened on his lap and it swelled a bit thicker. “Here, we got to go after this but I thought you ought to see why they call me Donut” he said as he began to pump faster than I’d have thought such a gigantic arm could. “You know what my favorite kind of donut is?” With some deep grunting, Donut went from looking down at me to spreading his legs and throwing his head back as his cock reached the edge. “Jelly filled, UGH!” With that, Donut’s cock swelled thicker and, with an amazing arc, Donut’s cock fired a massive load of cum up into the air and almost hit the ceiling! As it came down, I opened my mouth and, willingly, opened my mouth receive the succulent nectar that was Donut’s cream. I’d never wanted some sweet custard in my life. To Be Continued
  25. MuscleMan166

    Camp Myosin Part 7 (Epilogue)

    Here's the epilogue. Thanks for reading this story. if possible comment what you like or dislike from the story. Camp Myosin Part 7 Report Update Rick reporting. Me and my comrades have just finished setting up the camp for the new recruits to be inducted with the formula and help them prepare for the training. On my personal experience, training was an enjoyable time after the “camp” stage. I was superior to the other recruits in many ways, especially sex. My cabin mates remained with me throughout training and excelled all the tests and have now become my fellow comrades. We do still have time to get into sexual relations and if I may be frank, it was so fucking good just to fuck around. Our predecessors were able to assist in knowing what to do and how to perform it without blowing our cover. It was amazing that they found clothes that would look loose on us and the higher-ups stated that we cannot strip until the recruits are comfortable enough to strip first. Hopefully it will be soon, because I am aching to fuck. I am still in contact with Private Dan as he is leading a squadron of us super-soldiers into missions. Whenever he returns, he and I always fuck each other, but its usually me fucking him more often, because I am bigger. Speaking of bigger, I must report my current measurements as even Ben is astounded. My height is 6’2’’. My weight is near 400 lbs. As for my cock it has reached 18 inches. Self-masturbation is usually a fun time for me, since I can slip my penis into the crevice between my pecs and pec-fuck myself. While waiting for Operation: Camp Myosin to start, me and my comrades have resorted to fucking each other in my office, usually ends up into an orgy. Ah I just received word that the bus has just arrived. Sam is on his way to meet the “campers”. Time to make my appearance. End Transmission
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