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  1. Hialmar

    Selected

    Selected Don't struggle lad. Resistance is futile. I will not let you down, but rest assured, that I don't mean any harm. Will you just relax, while I carry you over my shoulder, to ... Huge? Yes, I know: My shoulders are huge. Yes, like an ultra-wrestler or a Hyper Guard. You watch ultra-wrestling shows a lot, don't you? How I know? Well, to begin with, you have spent most of your life in Area F. Ultra-wrestling shows are not particularly popular among earners in Area E or entertainers in Area B, and the shareholders in Area A are able to send for entertainment in a private setting, if they want to. I know. Not everyone in Area F, but you are not your Nan. Secondly, I abducted you because you have been selected, and the profile of the selected ones often includes a likeliness of watching ultra-wrestling, so that's why I know. Selected to what? I don't know if you have heard any of the rumours – there are so many rumours circulating out there: Some of them ... Sorry, I have to take care of this ... Yes, the lift descends. Illegal hideouts of criminals and the deserted underground are not the only things down there. Tell you? I have no obligations to tell you anything, sport, but if it makes it easier to undergo The Process, I am allowed to reveal a few basic facts. It's not like you would be able to tell anyone else, until you have undergone The Process yourself. Not want to? This is not a matter of what you want or not. It is a matter of what The Corporation deem you suitable for. You should be happy: After this, you will leave Area F, and you will no longer die of diabetes, obesity or cholera like all those other residents of Area F will probably do. A diet of Nutri-Cheap, surplus whitebread and soda isn't helpful in the long run, and hadn't it been for the free lunches at the Sikh gurdwara and the Catholic vegetable foodbanks, I wonder how people in Area F had survived at all. Sorry, I have to press these buttons, to ... So. Where was I? Stop hitting my back like that. It's useless. As you probably know, The Corporation owns all information about which TV programmes you watch and which websites you browse. Since your ability to spend on consumer goods is low, information about you and your neighbours is of course less valuable, than similar information about residents in Area B, C or E, but it may help the Board to decide if any consumer match the profiles for recruitment to earner-status, extended abortion (up to the seventy-second trimester), euthanasia in advance (from the age of 18) or selection to Processing. Kill you? No one will kill you. You have been selected for The Process. As I tried to explain earlier ... wait ... Sit down, and take your shirt off. I'll explain while I cut your hair. Just take your shirt off and sit down. No need to look surly. If it makes you feel better, I'll let you know, that I went through all the things you go through now. Yes, really. I grew up in Area F, too, and The Process saved my life. I don't give a fuck about how you prefer your hair. Sit. It has to go. Have you any favourite ultra-wrestlers? Stud Brawn? Yeah, lot's of people like him. What do you think about Mega-Mass? Yes. Yes. A lot of people say that about him. Now. What would you say, if I told you, that there's a reason why ultra-wrestlers and Hyper Guards look like they do? No, it's not just steroids. Conventional steroids alone wouldn't cause that level of mass, even on the genetically gifted, and have you noticed, that they are able to stay fat-free and with low water-retention 24/7 all the year round? Like these. Yes, I like my forearms, too. You're allowed to call it a miracle if you want to, but The Process is real, and The Corporation use similar, but not identical, versions of it on those who are selected. Some become Hyper Guards, other become ultra-wrestlers and some, like me, stay in the production line between Selection and Process. Have you ever heard those tales about the Ghost Van of Area F? Yeah. I grew up with the same stories. They have been around for awhile. Some ghost stories were probably around before Hyper Guards and ultra-wrestlers existed, and not everyone rumoured to have been taken by the Ghost Van where abducted for The Process, but a fair amount of those whose disappearance is blamed on the Ghost Van were probably brought away because the had been selected. Look in that mirror. Not so bad, is it? Buzzcut suits you. Don't blush. Legend says, that in the past, The Corporation selected subjects regardless of if the subjects feared The Process or if it was likely, that they would readily accept it, but the fear caused some subjects to die or become mentally damaged by the process. For a short while, The Corporations used surveys, but the candidates didn't answer the surveys truthfully. Today, selection is entirely automatic, and based on the psychological profile. The selection program wouldn't have selected you if it wasn't probable, that you would unconsciously cooperate with The Process. Follow me. Because I will give you the preparation treatment. Oh come on! You can shout at me all day, and deny that you want it, but that bulge in your trousers and your blush betray you. You are welcome. Some people have called me much worse things. This way. Yes, I know, but it's real. I'm not interested in that. This is just how The Corporation works. I'm not a shareholder, so why should I have an opinion? Someone need to keep people safe, and it's nice to watch a show, so both Hyper Guards and ultra-wrestlers are needed to keep The Corporation running. Keep dreaming. Wouldn't happen. This is how it is. Even if you had a choice, would you really want to return to that drone life with bad flats, unhealthy food, bad tapwater and street crime? Negative. Take it easy, or I have to force this needle. So. Nothing to worry about. Yes. That first reaction comes quickly, but it will feel even better within twenty minutes or so. Drink this. Still reluctant? Drink this and think of Stud Brawn. There you go! Feel good? Yeah. Most of the lads tell me that after their shot and their cup. I felt good, too. We are going to the Process Pod. Each of the selected enter their pod individually, and when their Process has begun they are connected to the collective network of the selected. Don't worry. You don't need to understand in order to undergo it. Just relax. Yes, I can hear you. Even when the lid is closed, I will hear your voice from the loudspeaker on the outside. Yes, it's good. Lots of selected units agree with you. Hard and horny? You're not the first. What did you say? That's because I'm moving your pod to the main hall. Easy. Easy, sport. You are bigger already, if you want to know. Just relax. The network will speed it up. You will join us. You will become one of us. Don't worry. You are allowed to enjoy it. Just relax. Connect to the network.
  2. Astromuscle

    Black Blood Experimentation

    Chapter 1: (AM note: as every story goes, first chapter lays a lot of groundwork for some major growth later) Medusa seems confused as she look at her stores of black blood. She looks around the room only to see a shadow slide out of the room. Black arrows slide along the walls as Medusa chases the shadow. The shadowy man flips and dives away as arrows attack off the walls, slowing his getaway attempt. a clash of a dagger helps divert arrows away from dealing any serious damage to the man. Finally however the magic takes the better of the man and the arrows whip around him, constraining and tightening around him until Medusa comes to face him. The man himself was a rather shorter 5' 4" man, wiry and lithe as only someone taller can normally be, but athletic enough to explain the aerial maneuvers he had been doing previously. Maroon brown short hair topped a rather cute face that gave the impression of being that of a young boys, but with enough lines to show the true maturity of his age of likely 30 years. Medusa began to put together how she would respond in a witty way when the man began laughing. "Well I knew this was a stupid idea but guess my luck finally ran out. Before you decide to bake me into a pie I should mention I'm not quite the spryest spring chicken" Medusa couldn't help but smile at the humour of her hopeless prisoner. "It was particularly more stupid then I think you could imagine. Do you even know what you are messing around with?" The man laughs harder. "Black blood? I've seen the damage your little son has wrecked. Colour me intrigued." Medusa seems to weigh the man up. "A power thirsty man. Can you explain to me why I should entertain this talk any longer?" "Because I think you would be interested in putting black blood through it's paces." Medusa seems to chew on this "What did you have in mind?" "You made Crona so mentally traumatized, in an effort to allow Ragnarok the ability to control him. Aren't you at least a little curious to see what happens when someone's goals align with it?" "Now listen here little man. Based on our conversation, you just want power. Let me guess here. You have always been overlooked and felt weak. You have spent your life trying to make yourself skilled, but it's not enough. You can't hunt for the academy, you can't even steal from me well, or escape." The black arrows let the man down, humour not seeing to be present on his face any longer. It all had bled into Medusa's toothy grin. "Boy, you think you are so different then Crona, you are just as hopeless as he is." With that Medusa approaches, takes the black blood from the man's pocket. An arrow comes from behind and pierces the man through the chest, suspending him in the air before Medusa. She unstoppers the black blood and pours it into the wound. "Let's experiment." The black blood seeped into the man's body immediately. With that Medusa's arrow flings him out a door and onto the ground. The man, groggy as ever got up and slowly slumped away, trying to piece together what had just happened, and what had cut both sides of his shirt but not so much as scratched his skin apparently. Stepping into his house he stumbles on, his mind a buzz until a voice comes from the corners of his mind. "let me in, and I will give you the power you crave" He moves on, stumbling into a kitchen to get a drink. He had gone to steal the black blood. "You did, and you succeeded. Let me take control, and I will make you strong." The man stops. He definitely heard something that time. "I can make you do anything. Untold strength. Give over to me" It came back to him. The theft, the attack, the blood. "You are the black blood... Aren't you...?" "I am. You are weak, do you want to be strong?" The man grabbed his water and looked across a kitchen island, as if he were talking to someone sitting there. "I will be strong." "I want to help you." "I want your help." "Give yourself over to me" The man looks down, and then once his deliberation was done he lifted his head. "I won't do that." "WHAT!" With that a black figure bursts from the man's back. Pure black and muscular with a large white 'X' over it's face. "You are small, you're weak, you're pathetic. You couldn't become anything without me, so give into it." The man grabs the creatures wide shoulders and pins it to the island. "And how pathetic would it make me to give myself away to you! I don't want you to control me, I want you to help me. I worked for it, and I will continue to work for it. So you can help me or I swear to god I will rip you out of my back, throw you in a blender, and drink you down just so I can do it again." The black blood monster laughs uproariously, catching the man off guard. "I don't know if you know. I'm already in your head, Stephen. I'm so muscular and huge right now because you want me to be, because you want to be like this." The black figure flexes his pecs one at a time. "But that also means I know you are serious when you threaten me AND I LOVE IT." With that the black monster raised itself off and flexed itself in front of Stephen. "I can make you like this. You will be so powerful, but if you want me to be in, I need something in it for me." Stephen shakes himself back to his senses from being transfixed by the face full of chest and arm muscles before him. "Oh so you don't know that part? I have something in mind." With that Stephen began walking, the monster attached to his back followed along. "Wait are you blocking me from seeing what you are doing. Are you doing some meditative bull to keep me from reading your mind." Stephen seems to grin "Just testing to see if I have ANY privacy. Plus I prefer to think of it as anticipation. Are you excited... What do I call you?" "I go by Armageddon" As Stephen goes though his house he opens a door only to find an old maid cleaning the room. "Armageddon, meet Ophelia." Ophelia sees the imposing muscle monster jutting out of Stephen's back and screams and falls back. "Ophelia, you seem afraid. I like it. You should be." "Ophelia, I wanted to thank you for your service, but unfortunately I have one more task for you. I'm offering your soul in place of mine, to become a servant of Armageddon." Ophelia screams as Armageddon laughs, their voices fighting to fill the room over the other. Stephen sticks out his hand and a black blade juts from the end of his hand and pierces Ophelia through the heart. "My blood should now be black, infect her and replicate Armageddon. I have known her for a long time, she doesn't have the willpower to fight." Ophelia cuts off her cry to process Stephen's betrayal and Armageddon stops his laughter in turn. "I accept your sacrifice. You will have my strength at your disposal. THIS IS GOING TO BE FUN." With that black blood dribbled down the blade flowing down towards and then into Ophelia. The blade retracts and Ophelia convulses on the ground as her veins go black. Stephen and Armageddon watch on as the convulsions stop a minute later as Ophelia gets up and out of her back a clone of Armageddon, with just as much muscle and vascularity jets out of Ophelia's back. Ophelia, now aware looks back up at the beast that frightened her before, and now sees it coming out of herself and screams once more. The new Armageddon leans around to look her in the face. "That's right honey. I'm in you, I can read your thoughts. I am infecting you more and more every second, and there's nothing you can do about it." Ophelia's eyes at first show defiance but then glaze over with hopelessness. In this moment The new Armageddon's body appear to pulse, and visibly grows larger. Where before it would have been fitting to say it was a ripped bodybuilder with the packed muscle of a 5'6 competitor, now it had that same if not more muscle packed on, and appears as though the bodybuilder in question were 6' in height. Stephen's eyes bulge at the view. New Armageddon laughs looking down at Stephen and his Armageddon. "As we take over, we gain power, and I prefer to show it in my size." Stephen, attempting not to drool over the muscle in the room reaches out his hand. "I agree, this is going to be fun. I have plans for us all." Ophelia's Armageddon reaches out his large hand, thick with the same strength the rest of his body conveyed, and a smaller but identical and strong hand reaches from behind as Stephen's Armageddon puts his hand into the mix. "I am shivering with this anticipation."
  3. rey906

    muscle pills part1 &2

    hey this is my first attempt at writing a story so any feedback would be appreciated, if its good ill probably continue it, ideas for stories or things to add in the comments would be appreciated. Returning home from the gym Alex was about to strip and go for a shower when his door bell rang, opening the door he collected a small parcel from the post man before closing his door and rushing back to his room. Opening the parcel reveal a small bottle of pills, his exitement began to rise, "finally" he thought his muscle pills had arrived. At 5'8 and 153 lbs his body was far from impressive although several years of gym had give him an athletic body with almost 14" biceps toned abs and thin pecs but despite that he hadnt been able to push past it. quickly reading the instructions Alex learned that each pill should add about 5lbs of muscle. However if he had read more than the front of the bottle he would see the side effects ' side effects include: height growth, penis growth, testicular growth,increased semen production, increased libido' 'WARNING DO NOT CONSUME AFTER EXERCISE THIS CAN RESULT IN UPTO 10X MUSCLE GAIN'. opening the bottle Alex took out one pill and stood infront of the mirror taking a look a his body "time to see what 5lbs more looks like" he said to himself, his cock stirring at the image of his body becoming huge. "here goes nothing" he said as he swallowed the pill and waited, less than a minute late his body started to feel hot his cock had swelled to full mast and all 6.5 inches were straining against his shorts. His muscles felt pumped his veins pushing against his skin, "yess, grow" he groaned before he doubled over his abs contracting, before bening pulled back up as his lower back started to fill out. My thighs spazamed and shook as they swelled filling my lose shorts and pulling them tight, his cock outline visable pushed against the tight fabric. His calves grew into muscular diamonds. he started to grow taller growing to 5'11" his t shirt rode up exposing the bottom bricks of the 6 pack that was now outlined through the material, "fuck yessss" he moaned as his upper body started to swell his pecs thickening and pushing out into slabs of must that over hung his deep abs. the shirt strained as his back widened sheets of muscle fighting for space forcing his shoulders wider. The seems straining as large lats cascaded down his sides. At the same time is taps and delts grew , traps curved down from his thick neck as is almost nonexistant delts balooned into boulders. Biceps began to bulge growing bigger and harder until his sleeves struggles to contain them. his forarms thickened to match the swollen guns. A low moan emininated from his throat as his head rolled back, his glute grew into square blocks of muscle eating the seam of the shorts, groaning lounder as his cock started to swell, he watched in the mirror as it snaked further down his thigh, the fabric was so tight the outline of the bulbous head was visible, his balls churned growing and filling up any remain space in his shorts, a wave of testosterone washed over him as the thick members started to drool pre. "yess"he grunted feeling the growth wind down, he raised his arm seams slitting and pumped it the ball of muscle swelling on command causing a spit peak to rise several vein rivers ran down the mountinous muscle, the peak rose splitting the sleeve of the t shirt. Grinning he looked back at his reflection in awe of what he had become, "5 lbs really does make a biiiig difference" ....
  4. Using the Talk to Transformer website I auto generated this story. Left mainly as is with few modifications. Enjoy. 220 feet tall, huge hairy muscles grow bigger. This is my body now and all mine. MANLY, GROW BIGGER! Oh god yes OH YES!!! I'm getting bigger and getting ready to shoot my load! Oh god YES!! YES! YES! SWEET SEXY CUM, BIG HAIRY MUSCLES MANLY, GROWING MAN! And ready to shoot his cum. YES YES! MANLY, GROW BIGGER! YES! I'm growing even bigger NOW, I'm gonna cum!!! YES! Oh fuck yes, I'm cumming all over my body!!! Mmm yummy cum all over my body! Mmm So much cum, BIG Hairy Cock, Manly, growing bigger! Oh fuck man! I’m, I’m growing MORE! BIGGER, I WANT MORE! I’m, I’m growing BIGGER! YUM, YES YES YES! Yeah, oh, keep Cumming! Oh fuck, It’s all over me. Don't stop, don't stop Cumming... Oh my god, Oh my god, Holy Shit! I’m cumming more & still growing! More Muscle! Hairier! Manlier! Massive cock! 300 ft tall! Fuck yes more!! Yum, YES YES YES! Ohhhhhhh, YES!! More!! Fuck my ass, keep eating my cum, keep cumming! YES YES YES! Squeeze my ass! Squeeze my ass! Yes Growing bigger! Hairier! More muscle! Yes! HUGE! 350 ft tall still growing! More fucking MORE GROW! Oh my GOD! 370ft tall still growing! 450ft tall still growing! Huge! When will I stop growing, will I stop growing? Oh my yes grow more grow bigger, more muscles growing!!! 500 ft tall, 550ft tall, 650ft tall, huge growing, growing!!!! Cumming!!! Delicious Muscle Cum!!! Yes, yes...yes, yes, please, cum, cum! Yes grow! Bigger! Taller! Hairier! Yummm, yummm, yummm!!! Cumming... Cumming... Hmmm, yes yes, yes...YES! GROW MORE!!! Oh my GOD! 600ft tall, 900ft tall, MUSCLE GROWING, HAIR GROWING, CUM, COCK! GROW! Cumming, growing...fuck! Cum! 1,000ft tall, 1,400ft tall, growth continues, feet growing, muscles growing, growth resumes 1,900ft tall, massive hairy muscle. YES! MORE! GROW! Yes! Spurt of jizz, explode, up, up, up! 9,000ft tall, massive hairy muscle, veins popping, look up. HAIR GROWING, huge MOUTH, sucking cock, eating cum YES! Spurt, swallow every drop! 9,400ft tall, massive hair, muscles getting big, further growth. Yes! SPEED UP! YES! Spurt. SEX! MORE! ROOOORRRRRRR! 15,000 ft tall! Massive hairy, manly muscle! More muscle. More hair. Grow more. Yes. Expand more. 10,800 ft tall! Manly hairy muscle, muscle getting big, hairy, tigher. YES! Maybe expand more! More, more, more EXPAND! MORE, MORE, MORE! 11,000 ft tall! Huge muscles, stronger muscles, mass increased. EXTEND! MORE, MORE! EXTEND! MORE, MORE! 11,500 ft tall! Huge hairy, muscular muscles, growing more. Grow! STRENGTH! STRENGTH! 20,000 ft tall! Massive muscles, huge muscles, huge muscles. STRENGTH! STRENGTH 21,000 ft tall! Massive muscles, hairy muscles, huge cock. MAXIMUM! 22,000 ft tall! Massive muscles, hairy muscles, huge cock. MAXIMUM! 22,000 ft tall! Massive muscles, huge muscles, huge muscles. ULTIMATE! 24,000 ft tall! Massive muscles, huge muscles, hairy muscles. EXTREME! 25,000 ft tall! More cum! Getting hard and horny by myself! Getting harder and horny and taking more cum! 26,000 ft tall! MORE CUM! Huge muscular muscles, hairy muscles, huge cock, huge balls, more cum! 27,000 ft tall! More cum! Getting hard and horny by myself! Getting harder and horny and taking more cum! 28,000 ft tall! MORE CUM! Huge muscular muscles, hairy muscles, huge cock, huge balls, muscle freak, cum gut, more cum! 29,000 ft tall! MORE CUM! MORE GROWTH! Huge muscular muscles, hairy muscles, huge cock, huge balls, muscle freak, cum gut, cum dump, more cum! 30,000 ft tall! MORE! Titanic, hairy muscle freak. YES! MORE!
  5. YoungHunk69

    The Big Night

    Friday night is finally here. Finally, you can sleep until noon and not have a care in the world. After an exhausting and less-than-great week, this is just what you need, you tell yourself as you enter your bedroom. With a sigh, you take off your jeans and your t-shirt. Your whole body is sweaty from the soccer match earlier that day, so it feels good to remove the sticky clothing. The worst part is your underwear, which is clinging uncomfortably to its contents. As you remove the briefs, the sensation of the fabric sliding slickly over your dick makes you hard as you head to the shower. As you wash yourself, you remember how badly you lost that soccer match. A huge and muscular guy from the other team had shoved aside your little body with less than a swipe of his hand. It was an embarrassing defeat, and you keep telling yourself that you would’ve won if you were bigger and stronger. “It’s not fair,” you say to yourself as you rub soap all over your slim, skinny body. “It’s just not fair that he can have these huge muscles and I can’t.” As you picture his bulging meaty body contained within his stretched-to-the-limit soccer outfit, you begin to feel horny, grabbing your dick and stroking it as the hot shower water runs down your body. You imagine feeling his chest and pulling down his shorts to reveal his thick long— “FUCK!” you moan, jerking off harder and harder. You hold the shower wall with your free hand to steady yourself as you feel your load about to shoot. If only you could be like him, you think, if only your body was as muscular and sexy as his. You’re so close... “I wish I was huge!” you blurt out the split-second that cum spurts from your dick. Nothing happens. The cum goes down the shower drain, and you stand there feeling silly for a few minutes before deciding to dry off. With another sigh, you put on your white undershirt and a different pair of underwear, blue Calvin Klein boxer briefs. You lay down on your bed with a sense of hopelessness. You would never be anything but a weak, scrawny guy, you tell yourself. Not like that huge guy. He would be slobbered on by girls and boys alike, and would probably become a famous model. You, on the other hand— “Ohh...” Suddenly, you feel a strange tingle in your stomach. Was it something you ate? No, this wasn’t a stomachache, it was different. It was like a pulling and expanding sensation, that increased in intensity every few seconds. Lifting up your undershirt, you notice your flat stomach begin to push out into a perfectly shredded eight-pack. “Ohhh fuck...” you moan as you glide your hand over the rock-hard bumps of your new washboard abs. Overcome with excitement, you run into the bathroom to watch your transformation in the mirror. Then, the stretching sensation begins to itch up into your chest, which slowly fills out your undershirt with huge bouncy pecs and hard, perky nipples. Your full new pecs stretch your undershirt to the limit, but they aren’t done. With a pop, your huge round chest bursts through the seams of your shirt, sending a large rip down the middle of it. Your torso starts to expand, your shoulders broadening as v-lines form at your tight waist. You can feel powerful waves of muscle building on your back, ripping the rest of your undershirt off your body. You turn to see your lats exploding in the mirror, feeling hundreds of muscles flexing as you pivot. Then, as you struggle to see your own feet past the mountains of your pecs, the expansion spreads to your legs, which begin to thicken and burst with layers of leathery muscle. Your legs’ growth in size is matched by their growth in length, as over a foot and a half are added to your height. “Yessss...” you groan as the growth reaches your arms, slowly transforming them into veiny tree trunks. As you flex your biceps, they balloon to the size of bowling balls, sending intense shudders of pleasure through your body. Admiring your new bodybuilder physique in the mirror, you watch with excitement as your ass bulges in your blue briefs, bubbling snugly against the soft fabric. Flexing, you cause your ass to grow and push further against the elastic. “Ohhh fuck yeah...” you moan as you become aware of a throbbing feeling in your crotch. It feels like your dick is growing, but somehow it’s still soft. Pleasure rolls over you as you feel your cock thicken with each throb, your balls soon following, swelling to the size of oranges. You watch as your no-longer average-sized member fills up your briefs, bulging and bulging against the blue underwear until the python cock is thicker than your wrist. The endurance of the briefs are being tested as the full force of your wedding-cake ass and your pulsing horse cock cause rips to appear in the elastic. But hung like a stallion still isn’t enough, and your giant package continues to grow, tearing your briefs clean off your toned waist with a loud ripping sound. As your massive meat flops forth and slaps against your knees wetly, you pick up the monster cock in both hands and begin to stroke it. The already gigantic beast swells into an enormous boner, pinning you against the wall. Its constant drip of precum floods the bathroom and lubricates itself, bringing you closer to the brink of cumming. ”FUUUUCKKKKK!!!!!” you howl as your elephant cock drenches the entire room with sticky white cum. Exhausted by the sheer amount of energy from jerking off your mega-cock, you fall asleep in the bathroom, covered by your own juicy cum— but not before you realize that you will never lose another soccer match again.
  6. ZFerrari

    Part of the "Special forces"

    I run back to the captains office. "Capt Aqua" why couldn't she pick a cooler name? i open the door to her flowing water streams all over the place in the room. The streams are so elegant and beautiful. in short shes a water bender. "Congratulations on your last mission, Christine" she says so calmly but sternly. She always intended to bolster us but her tone said otherwise. "Thanks captain. Taking down the criminals wasnt easy" i say back politely as i could. though she says a lot of things with authority, her looks says otherwise. Imagine is Cetrion was human and had light brown skin and long black hair. "I could tell, but because of your recent achievement, you finally get yourself some partners to work with." "i- whaaaaa.....?" now that usually would be a good thing but I'm a lone wolf. I prefer to work alone "You got yourself partners to take people down now. C'mon out yall" i look to my right to see 2 young men both look like they just turned 19 come out. WTF did i just get myself into?
  7. pasidious

    I Grew Big: How It Started

    I know this is an idea overdone. I think. I don't know. I usually sit down to write something with one idea in my head, and then the story will often take on a mind of its own and I lose control. I hope you enjoy. ________________________________________________ I sat in class, bored out of my mind, listening to the professor droning on and on in the background. It was an Anthropology course, part of my required general education credits, and so far this semester, it had been overwhelmingly easy to succeed. I learned early on in the semester that I didn't need to pay much attention to be able to pass assignments and tests. The work was relatively simple and common sense, and what little reading needed to be done was quick and painless, although boring. I actually would have probably skipped a few classes if the professor didn't count attendance as part of the overall grade. So I sat in this lecture hall, which could seat about 50 people, but this course only had about 20, including me, taking it. I somehow wound up sitting in the middle of the room, with some people behind me, and some in front. I usually liked to sit in the back to remain inconspicuous, but not the very back because even that had a tendency to draw attention. I was not an attention-seeker. I liked to be left alone. I didn't need to raise my hand and ask questions or answer them. I'd only participate when required. It was about two months into the semester, and I was actually enjoying college life. The independence was great, after having lived at home til college. I came from Pennsylvania, but always had my heart set on going to this school. It was rather well-known, and I felt it would open more doors for me in the real world when potential employers saw from where I earned my degree. I was a freshman, so my dorm wasn't exactly the top pick for any student attending here, not when there were... fancier dorms on the campus, but it was perfect to me. I had what I needed. A bed, a room, internet access, and plenty of food from the campus cafeteria. We had a meal plan that would allow us to eat as much as we wanted. I also had a pretty cool roommate. He was normal, which isn't exactly descriptive, but it meant a lot in my eyes. He didn't have any weird tendencies that you see in a lot of people you encounter. He kept to himself, did his own thing, and let me do mine. Of course, that doesn't mean he was anti-social with me or anything. We talked and got along great, actually. We'd play video games together when we could, we'd often go get food together, and we'd even help each other with studying if it ever became necessary. One drawback, however, to being a first-year college student living on campus is my inability to have my car. Freshmen aren't allowed to have their cars for whatever reason. I guess it's to cement the permanence of our presence on-campus for prioritizing our studies. Without any ability to venture too far away from my new, if not temporary home, I'd found myself with a lot of spare time. Even with studying, there was often empty blocks of time in which I'd be bored, trying to find something to do. I'd tried passing the time with video games, or simply Netflix, or even reading. Those would get boring, fast, and I'd quickly started feeling lost in my own free time. One Saturday afternoon, my roommate was out, and I'd already tried playing literally any of the video games I owned, tried watching Netflix and even YouTube, and I found myself eventually just sitting in my chair staring at the wall. Once I shook myself out of my daze, I picked up my phone, grabbed my jacket, and walked out the door. I didn't even have a destination in mind, I just started walking. I walked down many of the paths I'd usually take to get to various classes and to the student union building where the cafeteria is. I went in a circle, twice, before deciding to try going where I'd never been. I figured if by some strange stroke of luck I got lost, I could call my roommate. Or someone. It's a college campus, how lost could I get? So I went down a path that I'd often pass between my dorm and the main classroom building, and I saw more buildings like the usual ones I'd see. Probably additional classroom buildings. They became quickly irrelevant though, when I passed a building with some large windows in the front near the entrance. I'd never seen that style of architecture on this campus yet, and it quickly got my attention. I stopped briefly and looked through one of the windows, and I remember I sort of scoffed. I actually felt the small puff of air escape through my lips as I scoffed. It was a gym. The on-campus gym I'd heard about. I'd never been a gym-goer. I was never an athlete in high school. So, I never had much interest. I actually used to think the dudes in high school who spent a lot of time in the gym were idiots. Not because I thought it was a worthless venture, but rather because they'd created this perception for me that gym-goers were assholes. They were always too cocky, and were often rude to people around them, including me. So I automatically resented people who would use a gym. I stood there like an idiot for probably too long, staring through the window, when the single dude who was using the gym at that time looked up from his bicep curls he was working on and saw me, and met my eyes. I instinctively looked away and began walking, briefly turning my head one last time to check on that dude before I was entirely past the windows, and I saw him smile and give a brief wave. And then poof he was out of my sight as I was out of his. I continued walking down this path on which I'd never traveled before, my mind suddenly filled with thoughts about the tiniest of interactions that just took place. No longer paying any attention to my surroundings, I had to wonder if that was all just a joke. I immediately began to believe that it was about to be an attempt to make fun of me or bully me. He was going to invite me inside or something, only to mock me for being skinny. "Hey!" I heard it in the background, and I paid it no mind. I continued walking, my mind still angered because of the perceived attempted treachery I experienced. "Dude!" Louder. I actually noticed and reacted to this one, and was about to turn toward from where the voice came when I was forced to turn against my will. I felt a hand on my shoulder, gently pulling me and turning me. Fuck. It was him. The guy I saw through the window at the campus gym. He was wearing a jacket now, when in the gym he had on just shorts and a sleeveless shirt. I'll admit, his arms were quite nice, toned, and big. At least from where I was standing. I guessed he threw on his jacket to come outside, as it was the only additional thing he had with him, if not the only thing he'd brought to the gym with him to begin with. So, great. I wanted to avoid the gym-jerks, and I managed to literally seek them out without intending to. One of them, anyway. "What's up, man?" He was slightly out of breath. "Saw you checkin' out the gym. You a freshman?" Hmmm. I opened my mouth to speak, and only a squeak came out. I cleared my throat and tried again. "I'm a freshman, yeah. I was just taking a walk and never knew it was there." "You interested in using it? I mean, I'm a freshman too, but I never worked out in high school. A friend introduced me to it, and I got hooked pretty quick. It'd be great to have a workout bud, if you'd be interested." I just stared at him. What was he doing? I'd never expected this. "Uhhh... errr..." "Have you ever even considered it?" "No. To be honest most dudes--" I paused and looked down. I saw his lower legs and they were pretty toned, too. Actually very toned. "--All dudes I've ever met who work out have been twats." He laughed a little. I awaited the mockery that was to follow. "I remember that. I know how that feels." Wait... what. "I think it's just a thing about high school kids. They need to exert dominance and if they're getting bigger and stronger it's so easy for them to do that. Timid guys like us wind up screwed, when if we really wanted to, we'd bulk up just the same." I blinked several times just staring at him. My mouth may have been hanging open. This is, by far, not what I expected to hear from this guy. I'd at least expected him to want to start something with me just because he'd assume I was staring at him through the window like some sort of weird pervert. He continued "This is college. It really is very different." He chuckled. I looked down at his legs again. Those calves bulged nicely. "I don't know... if I could be a partner for you. I'm probably too weak compared to you and I'd just get in your way." He laughed loudly at that. I guess I looked annoyed at that. "No, dude, don't take that the wrong way. I laugh because it's literally the same thing I said. If you have time to spare, and I'm guessing you do since you told me you were on a walk in the middle of the day, then come with me to the gym. I saw the look on your face and I remembered it all too well. You were the image of how I felt several months ago." "Why are you doing this? You don't even know me." I felt kind of bad for blurting that out. He had been super nice so far, after all. "Are you interested? I mean, you're right, I don't know you that well, but you're in one of my classes--I guess you haven't noticed me in it--and I want to give to someone else what I got when I arrived here. If I can help anyone get past their gym-jitters, then it's a great thing." I stammered a bit, trying to make words come out, and I just made noises instead. The telltale sounds of uncertainty. I think this is where he knew he hooked me. "Come on, dude. We're going," he said, with a kind but nevertheless huge grin on his face. He grabbed my upper arm and started pulling me in the other direction, back towards the gym. He squeezed my arm a little too hard, and I reflexively flexed. "Oooo, feels like you have plenty of room to grow, too," he said, smiling once more. "You want to do this right now? I mean, I have--" "You have what?" he asked, his hand still around my arm, gently but firmly guiding me towards those double doors that lead into the campus gym. "You have video games to play? Nah, dude, we're doing this now. Tell me you hate it, then I'll never bother you again. But how can you know if you never even set foot inside?" I resigned myself to my fate. He knew he had me interested even if I couldn't admit it to myself. It was that uncertainty he heard in my voice. And in my words, or lack thereof. But he never let go of my arm, pulling me all the way through those double doors and past the entrance to the weight room into the men's locker room. He finally let go, and he pulled his jacket off and opened a locker, putting his jacket inside. I was finally getting an up close look at those arms I saw flexing earlier, and damn, they were pretty damn big. Nicely shaped, and with his arms hanging by his sides, his triceps were standing out. I suddenly heard him chuckle. "Yeah, you want to at least try this. You can't look at my arms that long and not want to try," he said, that grin on his face again. I looked away, feeling my face turning red. "Dude, it's okay. Remember, I was right where you are. You're basically past-me. Or I'm future you. I looked at my friend's arms the same way the first time I set foot in here. It's enticing, isn't it? You want bigger arms. I can tell. Let's get you started down that path." I was still looking away, not wanted to be perceived as some muscle-pervert. He grabbed my hand, not my arm, making me snap my attention back on him, and my eyes went wide as I saw him flex his free arm into a beautiful ball of muscle, and I watched as my own hand was being guided right to it. He put my hand on his bicep, and held the flex. My instinct was telling me to pull away, but it was so hard. I'd never felt another dude's muscle before. I actually started to squeeze it and run my fingers over his arm, and not just the bicep. He straightened his arm and flexed his triceps, letting me feel that as well. I felt myself getting hard, and he relaxed his arm. I kept my hand there, in some sort of reverie, until I heard him chuckle again. "Past me." I yanked my hand back. He laughed again, and said "Take your jacket off. You're definitely going to get hot." I suddenly realized I was definitely not wearing the proper attire for gym-work. "Shit," I breathed, "I'm wearing jeans to the gym. And a sweater." "Then all the more reason to take that jacket off. Use my locker if you want. But don't worry too much, you're not about to go through some advanced grueling workout. I just want to show you the basics, hopefully allowing that iron bug to take a big bite." "Iron... bug?" "Yeah, y'know, the motivation. The drive. The hunger. The need to get bigger. To do what it takes." So, I finally took my jacket off and threw it into his locker. We walked into the weight room finally, and damn, I saw his water bottle and even his keys still sitting where he was when I'd first walked up to the window. He dropped everything basically just to chase me. I was actually starting to become quite convinced that this dude really was a good guy. I finally noticed a very disinterested looking security guard, or some sort of campus employee, sitting behind a desk. She didn't even look up. I guess she was just here to make sure nothing got stolen, broken, or no one got hurt. So, he started going through various types of exercises with me, showing me basic stuff like bicep curls, bench press, squats, etc. He explained to me that push-ups and sit-ups, while basic, are still important exercises and can build a surprising amount of strength and muscle. Everything I did, he'd do with me. He'd use a lot more weight than me, but he'd still show me everything. I could barely even get the bar off the supports on the bench press, which made me feel so embarrassed, but he didn't even chuckle about it. He was extremely encouraging. He left that jovial attitude in the locker room. "Dude, I've never met a single guy who was ever able to start with more than just the bar on the bench press. You got this. Before you know it, you'll have a plate on each end of the bar... and then two plates. And then bigger plates. It's a process." I realized over an hour into this that I was quite focused. I was hot as hell, which I expected, but I found that I wasn't as repelled by this as I'd initially thought I'd be. I was actually really into it. My muscles were burning, but they were crying out for more. But I was sweating a fuck ton and I'd overheat if I didn't take a break. "I'm so hot, man, I have to stop." My sweater was soaked with sweat, my sleeves were already rolled up as far as they'd go. And I even rolled up my jeans so they were like weird shorts. "Take a break, it's about time anyway. You realize you've been at this for two hours?" "What?" I looked around and couldn't find a clock. My phone was in the locker. "You're joking." "Dude, no, take a look." He showed me his phone and he was right. It was actually going to be dark soon. He chuckled. "I think someone got bit." I looked down, bashful as always, but I realized he was right. I felt a smile creeping across my face, and I was somewhat too proud to let him see it. But I was also sure he could see it anyway. I was actually enjoying this. My muscles, although overheated at this present moment, were crying out for more. It's like my body was hungry for lifting, and I'd finally let it get a taste today. "You wanna stop? Or do you wanna keep going. There's plenty more I can show you." "Errrmm... Yeah, I think I wanna keep going actually," I felt myself grinning some more, and he grinned right back, "But I'm just too hot with this shit on." "Dude just take it off. There's no rule here about being shirtless." "Are you crazy? No one wants to..." I trailed off, realizing I was being loud, and even though the only other person in the gym was the security woman, I still didn't want her to hear. I hushed my voice to a whisper, "No one wants to see my skinny and frail body." "Shut the hell up and just do it. You either want to continue or you don't. Do what you have to," he forcefully said these words, and I was slightly taken aback by how harsh he suddenly became. But he was smiling, and I got the distinct impression he was trying to be motivational. He was eyeing me up and down as I stood there, surely red in the face from the heat, and I felt something in my consciousness snap. I grabbed my sweater-bottom and pulled it off and over my head in one swift motion, and tossed it to the floor. "Yeahhhh man," and then he whistled at me. I was suddenly embarrassed and I felt my face blushing even though no one would be able to tell right now. But god it felt good to take that off. The cool air felt amazing. "You said you were frail and skinny. I see an amazing base to work from. And I can already tell you're gonna have that awesome V line beneath your abs that many guys would kill for." "Suuuure," I said, feeling like he was just egging me on, but I had to admit to myself that'd be so cool. I was stifling a smile, which was weird to me when I considered how I'd just exposed my embarrassing torso to a stranger, which I'd never have done prior to this day. But I felt excited, and I knew I had to get bigger. "Let's get back to it, bro! You ready?" he asked. I looked at him, and then at my reflection on the nearby mirror. I saw my weak body, but inside I knew it wouldn't be weak for much longer. "Yeah man, I'm ready," I said, and walked back over to the tricep machine. I was ready. Part 2
  8. dw2098lj

    Ken's self-worship

    This is a short story I've written inspired by the "self worship" thread (https://muscle-growth.org/topic/7756-self-worship/) - all about guys who are turned on by worshipping their own muscle bods. Check out this forum member's instagram who is the "Ken" of the story: https://www.instagram.com/ken_austin_fitness/. Ken Ken stood in front of the locker room mirror, his body covered in sweat and his pecs still heaving from the heavy work out. He couldn’t help pulling his pumped arms up into a double biceps pose. “Mmmm….FUCK!” he grunted as river-like veins popped up over his mounds of rock hard muscle. He held the pose, flexing harder and harder as more and more veins exploded under his skin, revelling in the power coursing through him. Soon, his arms were screaming in agony but still he held the flex, pushing himself, almost willing his muscles to grow even bigger. Just as he was about to pass out from the sensation Ken relaxed, letting his arms fall down by his side. A second later though he had pulled down the front of his vest, exposing his striated pecs which he then started to flex and bounce. “Look at these pecs,” he murmured under his breath as he hit each one in turn over and over, enjoying the feeling of the unyielding muscle under his fists. The sweat-soaked stringer vest had to come off. It was like Ken was in a trance as he pealed the vest up his torso and over his head before chucking it carelessly on the floor. He was lost in total self-worship of his amazing muscle body. Next Ken ran a hand up and down his cobbled 6 pack abs, flexing them hard under his fingers. “I’m a muscle God,” he moaned sexually as began to caress various muscle groups in turn – biceps…pecs…shoulders…abs…over and over, his hands continuously moving, his pumped body performing the most amazing muscle dance under his exploring fingers. He started to moan. Totally subconsciously. Lost. His cock was swelling. And swelling. Pressing out against his skin-tight gym shorts. Ken loved his body. He’d worked hard at it for this very reason. He loved being a ripped muscle God. Not caring that someone could walk in at any moment (‘Let them’, a subconscious part of his brain thought), he slipped his fingers into the waistband of his gym shorts and started to ease them down over the colossal mass of his thick tree-trunk-like quadriceps. This was some undertaking and Ken loved seeing the fabric stretch around the huge muscle bulk of his upper legs. Soon though he had them down and kicked off to somewhere on the other side of the locker room. Standing in front of the mirror still, he was now only wearing a jockstrap which failed to conceal the growing bulge of his thick muscle cock. “Look at these quads,” Ken growled as he flexed each one in turn. He loved the diamond shape which adorned the front of them and how they touched in the middle at the top of his legs, pushing his sizeable package forwards. This was why he lifted. This was why he wanted to grow and grow. “Total BEAST!” he roared, each of his muscles jumping out as his animalistic cry echoed around the locker room. He couldn’t wait any longer – the jock strap had to come off too. Ken nearly ripped it in his excitement, eager to be totally naked, everything on display. Soon his hand was wrapped around his growing cock as it quickly swelled to its full length and thickness. He started slowing jerking it, a now continuous stream of groans and moans escaping his lips. Ken’s other hand continued to explore his sweaty, pumped body, lingering over each sweaty striation, every rock-hard mound. “I LOVE MY MUSCLE BODY!” he roared. Surely people in the gym would hear him. Fuck it. Ken jerked his massive cock faster and faster. His moans were getting louder. He was a muscle animal, appreciating his own body. “Look at these massive pecs,” he groaned. His free hand kept coming back to them. Ken loved his pecs. He bounced them over and over under his exploring fingers. “Yes…SO STRONG…SO BIG!” he screamed as his cock erupted. Rivers of cum shot across the mirror, running down to the floor as Ken collapsed in a heap of pumped, sweaty Muscle God.
  9. The following is more of a teaser than a story, or perhaps consider it Chapter 1. It's based roughly upon a description and profile blurb of a bodybuilder I discovered recently. I won't promise any sequels at this point, but feel free to make suggestions, or use your own imaginations to continue the story. ============== "How much is a day pass?" "Fifteen dol...," the desk attendant started to reply, looking up from his paperwork. He gulped then answered more steadily, "Fifteen dollars, sir. Or sixty dollars for a full week," he added hopefully. The corners of the tall man's mouth turned up just a bit. He was used to that kind of reaction, but he still found it amusing. If he hadn't been wearing a loose sweatshirt, the next question would have been, "do you compete?" "I want to take a look around first," said the man. "Of course," said the attendant pulling out a form. "Would you mind signing this waiver first? We need it for anyone who goes out on the gym floor." He looked up at the big man and added apologetically, "I'll also need to see your ID." As the man pulled out his wallet, he inhaled deeply expanding his large chest. He observed the attendant carefully. "Looks like you spend a lot of time in the gym," said the attendant, as he took the man's ID. The man nodded but hid his disappointment. He knew there would be more chances to find the reaction he needed. While the attendant was making a copy of the ID, the man skimmed over the form and signed. "Here you go, Mr. King," said the attendant, handing back the ID. "I need to stay here at the desk, but feel free to look around. Free weights and machines are here on the first level. Upstairs are the training rooms, locker rooms, and some additional cardio equipment. If you have any questions, I'll be here. My name is Tristan," he added. Yes, JT King wanted to look around. The equipment and facilities were important, but he was seeking something he wanted even more, or rather _someone_. He was in town vacationing and had selected this gym intentionally. It catered to serious bodybuilders. Gyms like this drew big muscle. They were also magnets for muscle admirers. That's what the big man sought. Over the years as he got bigger, JT learned to tell the difference between two groups of admirers: The Impressed and The Obsessed. JT thrived on the attention of the men so obsessed with muscle that being in the same room with him could render them speechless. The desk attendant was in the former category. While JT appreciated his attention, clearly Tristan was not obsessed. Back when he was in his late teens, JT discovered bodybuilding. At that time, he was 6'1" and weighed 185 lean lbs. With focus, discipline, and hours and hours of hard work, he added muscle to his lanky frame. Within a couple of years, he had added a couple of inches in height and a little over twenty pounds of lean mass. He hadn't realized how his size had changed until the day he visited a grocery store after his workout. A stranger stopped him in the aisle, remarked on how big he was and asked to feel his biceps. JT was surprised but leaned down to the shorter man and flexed his arm. "Sure," said JT proudly. "Feel how hard this peak is." He turned his fist back and forth making the muscle jump under the man's hand. The man, his face flushed, squeezed the rock-hard muscle. First with one hand then with both together, the man rubbed and tried to knead the muscle. "Wow! It's like stone. Amazing... like steel... so hard... so strong..." the man's voice trailed off like he was in a trance as he continued groping the muscular arm. JT noticed a tent growing in the man's pants. It matched his own. Enjoying the attention, yet not wanting to make a scene, JT gently pulled his arm out of the man's grasp. "Hey buddy," JT said, nodding toward the man's arousal, "thanks for the compliment." Walking out to his car, JT grinned. He had enjoyed that, especially when the mortified man dashed off toward the store's restroom. JT strolled through the gym checking out the equipment and the other members. There was the usual assortment for this time of day--a few hardcore lifters and young business types, as well as some middle aged and older people. He had chosen this time intentionally knowing the gym would not be packed with the casual social crowd--the ones who spent more time texting and talking than they did lifting. As he looked over the free weights and other equipment, he received the admiring glances that he had grown to expect. Whether or not they were true muscle obsessives remained to be seen. Eventually, the big man made his way upstairs. He passed several training rooms. One had a variety of treadmills, elliptical equipment, and rowing machines. Another had a weight bag, a couple of speed bags, and some thick climbing ropes hanging from the high ceiling. There was even one padded with thick wrestling mats. At the end of the hall he found the locker room. He smiled at the floor to ceiling mirrors lining one wall. The locker room was quiet, not that it mattered. In seconds his sweatshirt and tank top were off and folded on a nearby bench. Flexing his quads with each step, he made his way before the mirrors. He appraised his lean bulk and began to pose. Turning to the side, he grabbed his wrist, flexed his arm up under his ribs, and puffed out his chest. His pecs swelled, their striations clearly visible. The natural taper of his waist was accentuated by the side pose. Even his baggy shorts couldn't hide the high rounded mounds of his well-developed glutes. Turning to face the mirrors, JT's big arms came up as he snapped into a double biceps pose. His eyes ran over the peaks on each arm, tracing the cables of veins showing beneath his thin skin. From there he flowed into the front lat spread, arms angled out and his fists down to his sides. This showed off his big round shoulders and thick lats. He lost track of the time as he moved expertly from pose to pose, tensing and flexing each one, building up a good pump. Boom, back lat spread. Boom, side triceps. One after another. In his dreams, each pose made him grow bigger. His skin glistened from the effort. Finally, he was ready for his last pose. He always saved it for last because it was his favorite. With a roar, he crunched down into the most muscular pose, shaking from the strain of flexing every one of his pumped muscles. JT heard a gasp. In the mirrors, stood a man behind him staring open mouthed. JT growled and flexed even harder, eliciting another gasp from the man. "Bingo!" thought JT. Although the man was probably old enough to be his father, JT didn't care. He had learned that true obsessives came in many shapes and sizes. It all depended upon their attitude and also, more importantly, the energy of his connection with them. JT slowly released the pose and rose to his full height. He turned and faced the man. "Like what you see?" asked JT, raising an eyebrow. "Definitely," the admirer replied. He approached JT to inspect more closely. His eyes roamed all over the bigger man's body, never pausing more than a couple of seconds at any one body part. JT had seen this reaction before in admirers who were truly obsessed. The man was like a kid in a candy store, wanting to sample everything and not quite knowing where to start. The bodybuilder helped him decide. He pulled up the right leg of his shorts and extended his muscular quad. First, he relaxed the muscle and wobbled it back and forth, showing off its mass. Then he flexed it, locking it in place as if it were made of stone. Without even asking, the man's hands grabbed and started caressing the bulk of the quad. JT felt a small shock, like from static electricity after you scuff your feet on the carpet. The man tried to squeeze the muscle. His knuckles grew white applying the pressure, but he was able only to move the thin skin around a bit. "You didn't bring posing trunks?" the man asked, looking up expectantly. Without a word, JT removed his shorts, revealing a pair of bright red posers. He handed his shorts to the man and pointed to the bench where his other clothing lay. The man reverently folded the shorts and placed them on the bench, but not before bringing them to his nose to take a deep sniff. The man returned quickly to JT's side. The bodybuilder was ready. Now that he was in his posers, the man could better appreciate the hours of squats and leg presses that he had been doing. JT turned his muscled glutes toward the man. Accepting the unspoken offer, the man placed his hands on either side of JT's remarkable ass. The bodybuilder flexed his glutes alternately, looking over his shoulder at his admirer's adoration. Next, he bent forward keeping his legs straight and touched his toes. He slowly stood back up, clenching his glutes the whole time as the man's hands moved and pressed and tried to squeeze his hard muscle. The man's hands made their way down from glutes to hamstrings to calves, pressing and squeezing as they went. He'd stop squeezing occasionally to trace the cord of a vein. The man was muttering to himself and JT could make out an "oh my," or "so big" every now and then. JT was enjoying the attention as much as the man seemed to be. As the smaller man's hands roamed reverently all over the powerful legs, JT waited for the right moment. Boom! JT closed his legs together tightly, trapping the man's hands between them. The man cried out in surprise, then struggled to pull them free. After half a minute, JT relented. The man pulled his hands out and wiggled his fingers, making sure they still worked. From the bulge in the man's gym shorts, JT's muscle demonstration was triggering a reaction. JT was glad to be wearing his stretchy posers, since it was affecting him almost as much. Turning to face the shorter man, the bodybuilder showed off his right forearm, twisting his fist in and out to make the muscle jump. The man traced up and down the thick veins with a finger and JT shivered involuntarily. That was strange, he thought. He didn't feel cold. JT pulled his arm away and stood with his chest out, arms akimbo, like superman. The admirer froze for a moment staring at the mounds of pumped up pec meat there before him, then reached out. This time he stretched a finger and very lightly flicked the tip of a nipple. Now it was the big man's turn to gasp. Like earlier, he felt a small shock, a bit like static electricity but not quite. And his pec quivered for a couple of seconds after. The man had noticed. He gently flicked the nipple again, watching in awe. The muscle twitched again and actually seemed to get bigger. "Did you see that?" asked the man. "See what?" asked JT, adding, "that felt amazing." JT stood with his eyes closed, enjoying the sensations emanating from his nipple and spreading across his broad pec. The man moved his finger and held it poised above JT's other nipple. He anxiously watched JT's face. When the bodybuilder opened his eyes and looked down questioningly, the man smiled and very gently flicked the other nipple. The reaction was much stronger. JT shuddered as his pec pulsed and grew slightly but noticeably larger. JT flexed an arm and offered it to the man. The man's hand started tingling even before he touched the bulging peak. JT felt it as well. The energy was getting stronger. The man clasped his palm over the peak, his fingers stretching not even halfway around the already large muscle. Tingling ran up and down JT's arm. The muscle throbbed, pushing the man's fingers farther apart as it expanded. "You must be balanced," the man said, nodding to JT's other arm. JT flexed it and the man grabbed on. Both men reveled in the feeling of the muscles as they expanded. They stood in awe of what had just occurred, their minds brimming with possibilities.
  10. Guest

    Random Growth Spurts

    "Fuck! Please God, NO!" You heard the coolest guy at school yell from the mens locker room. His moans and panting are serenaded by the ripping of fabric. "These pants are designer. I-I cant go out like this! Its stretching all the way down my leg and its not even hard!" *CRASH!* You hear the sound of glass shattering "MY PANTS BUTTON FLEW OFF! WHAT IS HAPPENING!" As you hear his moans becoming louder with each second you peep through the door to see him pinned against the locker. His dick slowly lifting is pant leg as the tears become more visble. As the seams are splitting in two you can help but notice the hug wet spots on the ground. He's leaking pre and you could only imagine what it would be like to see him bust his load. It continues to creeping up his abs and lands between his chest. "Why is it so warm? I cant wrap my hands around it. It won't stop twitching!" You then see him leaning foward. Is he about to do what you think he is. As he licks the head of his dick it twitches uncontrollably and grows even more! Filling his mouth he is both shocked and aroused. He sucks on it as if it were candy. You can hear the excitement and fear in his moans. You notices cum filling up his cheeks and slowly escaping from his mouth. You pull out your phone to record the specticle in front of you.
  11. tereshky

    Caeman the Conquerer

    This one is a little more extreme than the stories I normally share with MGF. If you're into extreme transformations, give it a read. It takes place in a fantasy setting. If you want to see more of this sort of thing, be sure to leave a "like" or a comment. I tend to explore popular concepts more than unpopular ones. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The city of Tarm was surrounded. Completely besieged by the mounted armies of Caeman of Menth. Caeman had taken the region by storm, garnering thousands of men who would follow him to their deaths if he ordered. City after city had fallen and the fear of him long preceded the thunder of his massive cavalry. Tarm, a city based on farming and trade, found itself in the way of a force that seemed more unstoppable than the seasons. The town was protected by a wall on three sides and mountain cliffs on the fourth. These defenses could hold off horsemen, but they did nothing to feed the trapped inhabitants inside. Day by day the defenders and city leaders watched as their foes built battering rams, ladders, and catapults to end a stand off that had drawn on for over half a year. The people had already lost a growing season, the food was running short. If they tried to hold out for the winter, it would not go well for them. After resisting for so long, it looked as though they too would fall. A meeting of the city elders was convened to discuss surrender. His melancholy gathering proceeded as you might expect. The discussions centered around the best way to leverage some kind of amnesty from their new overlords. The debate went on for hours, during which time Sullace, a normally outspoken priest, had been sitting silent in his thoughts. Suddenly he spoke. “Men of the council, I think we speak of surrender too soon. This man, powerful though his armies are, is merely a man. What are his armies to our gods?” The elders grew silent. “Our people have lost their way from the gods of our fathers who gave us this fertile land to dwell in. Have we forgotten their high temple carved and shaped by their own hands. Have we forgotten that they have pledged to raise up from among us a warrior to defeat all our enemies if we simply go to them in our times of trouble?” Sarem, a man who came to prominence for his wealth and not his religion, shot him down saying, “Even if the legends are true and you yourself went up to their temple and became one of the warriors of old, how does one man fight an army?” “You forget that the warriors of old were unlike any man who walks the earth. And besides, the champion need not fight the army. I have a plan that will deliver this Caeman to us and stir the gods to bring the legends of old to life.” Sullace retorted. “And if the gods do nothing?” Sarem replied. “Follow my plan and we’ll still be able to surrender without making him or his men any the wiser of our true intentions.” And with that Sullace laid out his trap for them. The next day Caeman received a messenger from the besieged city. Reading the message he laughed and sent back his reply. “We will ride in at dawn tomorrow.” That morning at dawn, Caeman rode up to the city gates his personal bodyguard of three hundred men. As the messenger had indicated, the defenders on the wall threw down their weapons and the gates were opened. With a cheer several dozen horsemen entered the city, wary of a trap but found everything just as the messenger said it would be. The people were kneeling by the roadside, awaiting his procession. Leaving a small guard by the gates to prevent them from being closed on him, Caeman rode triumphantly into the center of the town where the elders waited for him. He expected them to bow but they simply placed their palms together in front of them and Sullace stepped forward. “Hail Caeman the Conqueror, we would offer our city as tribute to your greatness and might. All that you see shall be surrendered to you without bloodshed and we will submit ourselves to your rule. We only ask that you join us for a ceremony that will give the approval of the gods to your leadership.” “I do not wait on ceremony,” replied the general. “Why do you waste my time? You will surrender at my bidding and my choosing or you will all die.” “Great leader, we humble regret any lack of respect that you may have felt from our unusual request. It is only that we are a deeply religious people and we would be unable to order the masses to peacefully lay down their arms without approval of the gods. Clearly you yourself know who would be the victor in such a conflict, but we should like to spare you any trouble or loss of blood. We beseech your greatness to reconsider.” Caeman thought for a moment. “We will consider your request.” With that he sent a messenger to summon his top advisors and a thousand riders into the city. When they came he placed the men around the town, poised to destroy it at the first sign of treachery. He saw the wisdom in humoring the people, for it was easier to lead a willing people than a restive population. His advisors agreed and before noon, he and two hundred men approached the elders again, who explained that the ceremony must take place in a temple in the high mountains above. “I will partake in your little coronation,” Caeman scoffed. “However, I will take one hundred of my men with me. Your elders will remain here with the remainder of my personal guard. At the first sign of treachery, they will be the first to die.” Sullace took with him two of his priests and led Caeman, accompanied with half of his personal guard. Caeman continually made it clear that any trickery on the part of the chieftain would lead to the slaughter and enslavement of his city. They traveled on horse back and reached the mountain pass that they would have to ascend in an hour. The trail was narrow and winding and branched in many places. Many times they were obliged to dismount and lead the horses on foot. A stranger would never have found the way on his own. Eventually the horses had to be left behind, Caeman left a third of his men to guard them. It was late in the afternoon when they came to the entrance of the cave that Sullace said housed the sacred temple. It was on a high peak where one could see all the land for many miles around. The sides of the mountain were carved with many statues of creatures that were part man part beast. The opening was supported on the backs of statues of mighty men. The village elder bade them to come inside. Caeman, sensing a possible trap, stationed the greater part of his men at the opening of the cave. It wouldn’t do to be trapped inside by some ambush and there was not much that could be done with 65 men that could not be done with 20 in closed confines. They followed the villagers into the temple and took a sudden breath. The walls of the cave were illuminated by glowing crystals of various hues of blue, green, purple, and red. Skillfully crafted into the walls were carvings and paintings of more of these strange man-like creatures. They were sinuous and large in stature, some had four arms, others had large tails, some had horns, some had strange bodies where their legs should have been. “Are these your gods?” Caeman asked, with a little reverence. The temple was so otherworldly that he felt a little humbled by it. It was like they had stepped into the domain of some strange deity and he wondered whether or not it was wise to be here or not. Sullace turned to him and said, “This is the place where the gods come to be born.” They walked through the long passageway until they had come to a large cavernous hall. It was lit with the same ubiquitous glowing crystals held in the powerful stone hands of sculpted creatures. The room was full of them, they were free standing as well as sculpted into the wall and ceiling. Caeman’s gaze, however, was drawn to the central feature of this “holy of holies”. Steps led down to a pool in the middle of the room. The lights reflected poorly from the surface of the waters, making them dark an ominous. In the center of the pool was what looked like a throne half submerged in the murk. Directly behind it was a stream that fed the pool that ushered from the mouth of a small hole in the farther wall. “What is this place?” The conqueror asked. “When our people take a new leader, the old leader gives the throne to the next in line. We will perform the ceremony to give the town to you, and then no one will contest your rule and there will need be no violence.” The elder said. “And what does this ceremony entail?” The general asked with some suspicion. Sullace waved for his attendants to take positions on either side of the dark pool where they kneeled in reverence. “I will take my rightful place on the throne and then hand it over to you and there shall be a peaceful transition of power.” This was a laughable proposition. Any reverence that Caeman might have felt toward this place evaporated. He was the conqueror! This chubby chieftain was some small time leader of some out of the way city that had no other significance to him other than the fact that it was in his way. He had been nice and given them the chance to surrender before his army moved in and leveled the town and murdered all of its people. And now this pompous fool declares himself the rightful ruler and proclaims to ‘give’ power to Caeman, as if it was something that would not be the simplest thing in the world to take. “I don’t think so…” he said with a cruel smile. “I think we’re going to modify this little ceremony.” He motioned his body guards to seize the fallen leader. “It’s time you yokels learned about the laws of nature. The strong prey on the weak. The weak do not give them permission. You are weak and you have fallen! You will not give me anything! I’ll seat myself on your throne!” With that the warrior unbuckled his cloak and breast plate, revealing his solid torso, chiseled by years of combat and training. He pulled off his tunic and sandals and handed them to one of his men. The waters were inky and thick and he did not want to tarnish his garments and the hardened soldier didn’t give a second thought to his nudity. He stepped down into the pool which rose up to his waist. The waters were slimy and stuck to his skin as he waded to the throne. He sat himself on the throne as Sullace was shouting in protest. “No! You must not! You must come out of there at once! You don’t know what you’re do…” A swift blow to the stomach silenced him. “No! It is you that do not understand!” replied Caeman. The slime, which had at first been cold and clammy, was beginning to feel warm and almost inviting. This was a sensation that he failed to take much notice of as he was busy issuing proclamations. “You will immediately go down to your city and gather two thirds of all of your cattle, horses, and livestock, and render tribute unto your new leader. You will also surrender all gold and precious metals, and half of your produce.” Beads of sweat began to run down his chest as he spoke. His skin began to tingle slightly, especially around his ass. “All of your men will be gathered outside of your walls and two-hundred of the strongest will be pressed into my army.” Some of Caemen’s men were looking at their leader and thought to themselves that he looked a great deal larger than they had remembered. Perhaps it was the lighting in here but his chest seemed somewhat more massive, as well as his arms. “A small outpost will be setup in this town,” he continued pausing to shift his position a little as his ass felt tighter and it felt like something was pushing in against his hole. “…and you will responsible for feeding the garrison and complying with their demands…ugh!” He suddenly felt as if something were penetrating him from behind. He shot his hand under the surface to feel around down there. There was nothing solid poking into his ass, and yet he felt like something was sliding up into his butt, slowly but surely. “Something wrong sir?” one of his men asked. “Ummm… no…” He didn’t want to sound strange in front of his men and the discomfort was beginning subside anyway. It felt as if it was melting away into a warm pulsating sensation that spread up throughout his body. It actually felt good. “Uh… if you can do this,” he continued, “you will be left to manage the city and its affairs. If not, you will be immediately replaced. Do you…uuunderstand?” Again, he felt something forcing its way into his ass, this time larger and a little faster. He gasped as it happened again and then again. Each burst seemed to stretch him a little more and happen a little faster. He felt his cock hardening. His muscles were slowly expanding and contracting, getting bigger with each pulse. “I… wha…what’s happ…enning to me?” He forgot every ideaof concealment. He felt his back sliding up the back of the throne of as he grew taller. The locals that were standing on either side of the pool began to bow and chant. His own men simply looked on terrified. Caeman looked down at his body as it grew in size and strength. Apart from the alarming suddenness of the unexpected changes, he felt pretty good… no… he felt amazing. He felt his increasingly massive body with his hands which twitched every time a new burst of slime forced its way into his ass. His men, thinking he was in distress, began to run up to the pool to get him out. “No! Stand back!” He shouted, his voice deeper. “I don’t want it to stop! Not yet! The gods have chosen me! Behold the birth of a god!!” He was about a head taller than he had been. He tried to stand but a powerful thrust in his ass caused his legs to go weak and he fell forward to his knees with a splash. He was up to his pecs in the slime. The bulging grew more intense as greater and greater amounts of slime was making its way into him. It was like there was a growing cock inside of him, plowing him harder and harder, feeling better and better as the intensity grew. He began to moan with each new surge. The conqueror’s body slowly emerged, inch by inch, from the slime. He felt something pressing out from his lower spine. A tail began to emerge and lengthen. It grew thicker and more muscular as it became longer. His men saw it before he did as it emerged from the muck behind him. His teeth began to grow sharper and his tongue grew longer. Caeman was too distracted with thoughts of his new power and towering physique to notice these things. The mere sight of him would hasten surrender, he thought. He would speak and all men would follow! These thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of his pecs being pushed out from his chest and something bulging from under each armpit. Two new pecs were forming and pushing the pecs on top out as they expanded. Two new arms emerged from the bulges in his side. It was like some kind of dream, none of what he was seeing felt real. “What?!” He cried. “What… what is this?” He struggled to shout as his lengthening tongue rolled out from his mouth. “It’s… too much… make… it… stop!” He raised his new lower arms, stained black from the slime, and stared at them in disbelief. Then his tail came into vision as it began to wrap around his body. He could feel his hands touching it, realizing that it must be a part of himself. “No! Please! Don’t! Stop this devilry!” He was pleading to the carven gods that lined the temple walls or any god that would listen, but the changes continued. He tried to struggle out of the ooze, his men backed away, afraid to interfere. All four hands slid along the smooth floor as attempted to pull himself out of the pool. He was too slippery and his ass was being pounded so hard he had to steady himself against the edge. His tail was now at least as long as the rest of his body, thickening at the base as it grew even longer, eventually becoming an extension of his waist. His hip joints dislocated and reformed so that his legs sprouted out from either side of this massive trunk. His feet began to broaden, his toes lengthened and spread apart, each one developing a long claw at the tip. The feet were becoming much like his hands, only larger and more claw-like. His joints continued to morph and rotate until his legs simply began another set of gigantic arms His other finger nails were lengthening into sharp points and turning black. A short stubby horn emerged from each of his elbows. The tail was now so big that he could support his massive weight with it. Horns grew from his massive shoulders and curled in irregular ways. “UUURRRGGHHH!!” he roared like a beast as his canines began to enlarge and dip below his upper lip. His ass was now a slit on the front side of his long tail. Another slit was opening up and pulling in his cock and sack. As it retreated into his body, it began to grow. He found it could slide in and out of its new sheath, giving him a sensation that made his body writhe. He hardly noticed that every hair follicle on his body was falling off. As his skin turned red, he looked down on everyone present. He had grown so much that the ‘water’ barely covered his tail, which had wrapped its way along all four sides of the pool and was spiraling inward toward the throne. Everyone around him seemed like cowering rodents. Wasn’t this what he wanted? In the span of a few moments, he was becoming more fearsome than years of war and conquest had made him. His teeth grew longer and sharper, his jaws larger and more pronounced. The slit of his mouth extended to the back of his cheeks, exposing all of his interlocking teeth when he grinned. His nose compressed into two slits. His eyes began to emit a fiery violet glow as they grew to completely fill their sockets. Two tusks began to grow down over his lips from the back of his mouth. As they lengthened beyond his chin, they curved inward, stabbing into his chest and melding with his collar bone. His veins were bulging all over his body. They began to surface and branch in intricate patterns on his skin, accentuating his massive muscles. Pulses of purples light ran up and down these otherworldly vessels. In places they would sprout whip like tendrils that could cling to his hard body or whirled about in the air at his command. He was truly a monster, no longer human in any way. He felt himself a god, and he fully intended to live like one. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
  12. Harvelon

    The Grey Goo - Part 1

    James was exited. Last week he had ordered a Chinese puzzle box online and was itching to solve it. He rushed home from school and got changed in the mirror to see this: A classic nerd. He wished he was big and strong lien others in his year but instead he was a 18 year old scrawny boy. He picked up the box from the side and began to solve it. It was definitely more challenging than others he had tried but eventually it opened with a click. James lifted the lid and as he did so a grey liquid jumped out and onto his still bare chest. He was shocked as its coldness touched his skin. It began to move downwards towards his trousers and he frantically tried to stop it but to no use. It made it under his trousers and into his pants where it sat for a minute. He could feel its cold touch on his balls and it somehow soothed his nerves. It then punched into his penis and covered it completely. The it proceeded to stroke his tiny, and now hard, dick to stimulate his brain. The pleasure centres in his mind went off the scale and he struggled to hold in his orgasm. With one large moan he came into the slime therefor beginning the transformation. The slime had got what it needed and now it set to work. Still stimulating his penis it began to pump a substance into James’ body which started to grow. His arms went first growing beyond measure then swiftly followed by his pecs and abs which jutted our to extraordinary sizes. His legs followed and then his penis which grew to around 12” long. The goo set to work in his mind where it removed all the useless nerd stuff and turned him into a cock and ads hungry stud always ready for sex. All this felt so good to James who was laying there in extreme pleasure. To compete the process the goo formed a pair of tight briefs around James so they could never be apart. James stood up and gazed down at his new body: He felt so good. But his lust was still high and he needed sex now. He knew just the place to go. To be continued...
  13. Rugbyfanmuscle

    Mamut en el colegio.

    Todo empezó el primer día de colegio de anteultimo año. Había un chico nuevo que entraba en mi clase. Yo siempre tuve amigos y es por eso que quise hacerme amigo de él para incluirlo rapidamente. No sabia lo que me esperaba. Llegue a las 7:50 al colegio y ya habia todo un alboroto. Salude a varios que hace mucho o poco que no los veía y me dirigí a mi clase. Los bancos ya los tienen armados desde el primer día y cuando entro a clase y veo a todos sentados veo que solo quedan dos lugares adelante del todo. Uno que tiene mi nombre y otro sin. Deje mi mochila y me dirigi al baño. Al abrir la puerta me encontre con la espalda mas grande que hubiera visto antes. Parecia un jugador de rugby profesional. Me llevaba una cabeza, y yo soy promedio. Debia medir un metro ochenta y cinco, y de ancho una puerta y media. Tenia la espalda un poco triangular y al bajar vi el culo mas grande de mi vida. Ni siquiera las minas de los videos porno se le comparaban. Era como dos sandias juntas. El pantalon lo tenia muy apretado y se le notaba claramente la raya del culo. Desde atras podia ver que tenia unas macetas imponentes. Que iba al gimnasio hace rato decian esas piernas que tenian gemelos del tamaño de mis cuadriceps. Al mirarle los pies vi que debia calzar por arriba de los 45. Eran pies inmensos que explotaban el zapato izquierdo y derecho. Todo este analisis lo hice en los segundos que tardo en girarse para lavarse las manos. Sacando mi mirada de este gigante fui a mear. Senti algo extraño en el momento y a los segundos escuche el ruido de la puerta abrirse y volver a cerrarse. Iba a ser un buen año pense. Tire la cadena y me fui a mi clase. Abro la puerta y veo que todavia nadie se habia sentado en mi lugar. Me siento y espero. Ya esta a punto de arrancar la clase asi que supongo que va a venir la profesora. Entra la directora a nuestra clase y por detras la sigue un mamut. Es el del baño? Pienso. Para entrar la bestia se pone de costado porque el ancho de la puerta no lo deja pasar, y veo que tiene una panza de birra, pero dos tetas solidas que la sobrepasan y estan a nada de tocar el marco de la puerta. Por poco su cabeza toca el marco de arriba y ahi es cuando le veo la cara. Una cara masculina, con barba afeitada creciendo, pelo castaño y cara redonda pero marcada. Ojos marrones serios y nariz mediana. Un cuello grueso, como el de los toros y el pecho mas ancho que la cintura, es el del baño claramente. Las tetas tienen la delantera pero la panza solida no se queda atras.Veo que se le marcan un poco los abdominales a traves de la remera y campera, que lo hacen parecer mas grandote. El bulto se le marca mucho. Tiene una anaconda parece. El pantalon lo explota y los cuadriceps son enormes. Se le marcan a traves de la tela pero se nota que son mas tamaño que definicion. Tiene dos rodillas grandes y gemelos del tamaño de melones que terminan en los pies gordos que vi en el baño. La directora frena enfrente mio, ya que estoy en el primer banco, y anuncia: Buenos días chicos! Que arranque de año e! Les queria presentar personalmente a Toto. Entra este año al colegio y viene de Alemania. Es un gran jugador de rugby, que se pueden dar cuenta por su tamaño, asi que se van a hacer amigos rapido jugando. Los dejo con el y la profesora que ahora viene. Suerte!. Se va por la puerta y me quedo con Toto enfrente mio. Lo veo desde abajo y es mas grande todavia. Tapa toda mi vista. El sigue mirando hacia delante y se acomoda la pija. Puedo ver como estalla la campera. Le queda apretadisima. Tiene los brazos inmensos, son como dos piernas mias. El antebrazo es grande tambien y las manos son gigantescas. Tiene dedos largos y gordos. Son como chorizos. Veo que me mira a la cara y rapidamente saco la mirada y miro el banco al lado mio y le digo: Toto! Te sentas al lado mio creo. Veni hacete amigo.- Me mira. Hace un intento de sonrisa y se sienta. O al menos intenta. El culo se le escapa por derecha e izquierda del asiento. Es muy chico para el. Y las piernas le quedan por afuera de la silla lo que hace que las rodillas empujen la mesa. Sus brazos estan pegados a los mios y siento el calor que emanan. Son musculo y fuertes porque con una mano levanta la mesa y la mueve a su derecha. -Mas comodo.-dice gravemente. Tiene una voz seductora y muy masculina. Entra el profesor y comienza la clase, no sin antes echarle una mirada disimulada a Toto. Lo ficho y se sento, empezando a hablar de como iba a ser el año. De reojo lo miro al macho que tengo al lado mio. Esta mirando hacia delante al profesor, y se acomoda la pija que se le sube para arriba por la posicion en la que esta. Deja su mano gorda y grande encima de su ingle, como protegiendose y tocandose suavemente. -Que calor- dice y su voz retumba en mi cabeza. Abre la campera y puedo observar mejor su panza y si, tiene panza de barril pero se le marcan levemente los abdominales. El pecho lo explota. Se le notan los pezones grandes y tiene un estante ahi parece. Pero al momento de sacarse la campera es cuando me sorprendo. Los brazos mas grandes que vi en mi vida. No se comparan ni con los de fisicoculturistas amateurs. Son dos bichos gigantes. Deben ser del ancho de mis dos piernitas juntas y la pelota del bicep como una de volley. Veo como los flexiona y se inflan casi al doble. Gira y me ve. Se da cuenta que estoy hipnotizado y se los comienza a masajear un rato. Saco la mirada rapidamente pero veo que me guiña el ojo. Siento algo que cada vez voy entendiendolo un poco mas. Me salgo de ese tema y me concentro en la clase, que se pasa volando. Ya se todo lo que tengo que saber para este año y me siento preparado. Suena el timbre del cambio de hora y me dirijo a mi otra clase, pero noto que Toto se queda en la misma. Supongo que solo coincidiremos en historia por el momento. Al levantarme, me acomodo el pantalon, agarro mis cosas y me voy. El resto del día sucede como cualquier otro y no vuelvo a ver al mamut en todo el lunes. Me vuelvo a casa, hago lo que tengo que hacer y cansadamente me voy a dormir. Ya arranco el año pienso.
  14. Guest

    A Single Pill

    Hey all. This is an old story that i wrote with a furry OC of mine long ago. I edited some stuff and basically made it a bit better, hope you guys like it! ------------------------------ "Hmm...should i?..." Mark was staring at a red pill that he was holding in his paw. The pill seemed to have a slight grow to it. This pill and thirteen more was given to him from a random guy he met at the gym that day. The only thing the guy said to him about those pills is that "he would be in heaven", and that "He would want a lot more than those 13~" Winking, the man leaved the gym, and stood there with 13 pills he got no idea what were for. He was, sadly, the only one left in the showers and the gym, as it was kind of late, around 9:50 PM "...Ah, fuck it, what's the worse that can happen?" Being confident, he shallowed the first pill. Just when it touched the bottom of his stomach... "...H-HUH?!, RRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!" He let out a powerful roar, suddenly feeling energy flowing into him. The energy turned into pleasure, his whole body seemingly experiencing a powerful orgasm, and suddenly, he starts to grow. First was his chest, blowing like a balloon, in no time covering part of his view. Then his arms, his biceps growing as big as those pecs, before being followed by his legs, becoming as thick as tree trunks from an average tree. His back grew wider and wider, when suddenly his boxers broke apart, as if they were wet paper. And they seemed to be, as his cock was leaking pre-cum like a half open faucet, and it seemed to be growing. "S-so..M-mUCH! I-i must *groan*...n-NO! I-I NEED MORE!" Screaming to the top of his lungs, he flexed his arms, rejoicing in the orgasmic feeling. His cock was growing fast. From an already above average 8 inches soft, it slowy grew till it got stuck between the mountains that were his pecs. The cockhead was extra sensible, as he let out his biggest moan when it touched the bottom of his pecs, and kept ascending, almost reaching his muzzle. Craving, his mind beginning to be lost in the sensations, starting stroking the huge cock, his dick launching small shots of pre that he happily licked. "O-ooh...O-OOOH!" he was close, very close to cumming, he could feel it, slowy working from his also grown balls through his dick. Moaning, craving, he stroked his dick one last time, before a geyser of pure cum was launched from his dick into the ceiling, landing on his face. Suddenly, the growth and the cum stopped without warning. Panting, looking at his dick that now could be licked and sucked by himself with small effort, he smirked, most of his normal thoughts returning. He now stood at 9ft. "God...I'm so big...bigger than my usual growths..." Esval had been born with the ability to naturally grow his muscles slightly, but this...this was far more powerful. He felt his cock getting hard again, now as thick and wide as a twink's waist. Smirking, he is about to have some more lustful fun, before he feels a sharp pain on his stomach. "Wh-?!" Without warning, he started to shrink, all of his muscle dissapearing like nothing, until he was back to his starting size. Even when Esval was already buff, that growth had been the best feeling of his life! "Damnit...wait..." He looked behind him, and found the bottle with the rest of the pills. Grabbing them and looking closely, he could see some pills shining brighter than others. "Hehe..." Grabbing the bottle and putting it on his bag, he looked for some new underwear and shorts before leaving the showers. Tonight he was gonna grow again. Bigger and bigger, and would later find the guy that gave him those pills. "Guess i found my new hobby~" ------------------------------------------------------------- And that's the story! Will try to upload stories in here sometimes. Hope this one was hot enough for you guys!
  15. Here is a new one shot story by me. Though I have not watched any of Mark/iplier's videos, I always found him hot. So what better way than to write a story where he grows into a hyper muscled god! You might have to read my other stories at "Morphs and Short Stories" to understand some of the plotlines here. Everyone knows how each youtube update makes the site get worse. From changing the UI to something less readable, to messing up Youtuber’s monetization, to even recommending random videos to people to have no interest in them. A lot of outrage has been said about Youtube for the past few years. But when there is no competitor video sharing platform, Youtube had no care in the world. Until a rising star emerges, videos will always be undated onto Youtube. Here’s where our story begins. Mark had just uploaded a video to his youtube account. He had been alone in his house for a few days and was getting kinda bored due to lack of human interaction. The only thing left on his list for today was planning his next few videos. He decided to laze around for a bit to browse some social media when an interesting email had been sent to his inbox. With an unknown email address and the subject labeled “new video website recommendation”, this peaked the Youtuber’s interests. He began to read the following… “Dear Mark As you may know, Youtube is seriously not in a good place right now, but I have found another website that sounds like a potential ‘Youtube 2’ if you will, except not as atrocious! It’s called ‘Castpha’ and here’s the link to get you started. It’s only in beta version but the UI and rules and regulations seems to be great. Hope you like your recommendation!” ‘A new website?’, thought Mark. Was there really a brand new beta site with potential? There had been many video websites through the years, but they don’t really capture the same vibe and Youtube. Either due to lack of community or bad UI. But after clicking the link, he was astounded! Castpha actually looks like a darn good website. The website was nicely design, with many videos to a dedicated topic. The UI was a pleasant sight to see. Mark wanted to try out this new fancy website. But he wanted to do a small test run. He wanted to see how many views he would get without announcing his new account to Castpha. He clicked on the Sign Up button and got started. It had all the standard stuff like Username, Real Name, password and everything. But the interesting thing to note was a selection. “Are you an uploader, watcher or both on this account?” Never before has an option like this been shown. Of course he clicked ‘uploader’ first, to test things out. Suddenly an onslaught of rules and regulations appeared. It had all the standard stuff. But there was a page dedicated to the ‘Uploaders Rights’, whatever that means. It listed things like monetization was guaranteed for all Castpha videos. NSFW videos would be under the protection of Castpha. Only non-minors would be able to access NSFW videos and will be able to be monetized by companies who allow ads on NSFW videos. Each video would be checked by a human employee to see if any rules were broken. And copyright abuse would not be tolerated at all. Mark was impressed. Things actually look amazing at Castpha. After accepting the rules and regulations, there was one more page. The recommended page. “Who recommended you to click on this website? List either the email address or username.” Mark thought for a bit, guessing this is how people can get paid to spread the news of Castpha. So looking back into his email, he quickly swiped the sender’s email and typed it down. But a strange thing happened. A new slew of questions emerged as well as a small description. “Congratulations, you were recommended by one of our top tier employees. Because of this, you are able to access special services not given to any other content creator. Please answer the questions below to see what perks would you like to obtain!” ‘Wow’ he thought. Special services for himself! How cool is that. So he began to read the questions. “Would you like to participate in our Growth Service. This service is to boost your Castpha account to more people than in general.” Yes, he clicked “Depending on the rank of who recommended you, you may have a few choices or all choices for the next few questions.” “Next question, for how long would you like this service?” 1 month 6 months 1 year 2 years 5 years Forever “I guess forever it is.” Mark said. It must have been a really high leveled employee for Mark to receive the 6th option “Next question, how potent would you like this service to be?” Show to 5% more people than usual Show to 10% more people than usual Show to 20% more people than usual Show to 30% more people than usual Show to 50% more people than usual Show to 100% more people than usual Mark clicked on the sixth option again. “Next question, are you planning to show your face to people?” Mark clicked yes. What an odd question but he guessed there would be no harm. Now his choice led to one last question. “Where would you like your service to be applied? You can pick as many as you want, depending on the rank of the employee who recommended to you.” Due to Mark knowing he would receive all perks, he decided to click all on finally create his Castpha channel! With that, he wanted to test out something. Apparently there was a livestream feature. Without telling any of his current fans, he wanted to test the livestream feature out first as he had no material to work with currently for a video. As he started to stream, 2 questions appeared. “Is this a NSFW stream?” and “Would you like to use the Growth Service?” Mark wanted as little attention as possible to prevent a fan from his Youtube account to see this. And wanting to try out his special service, he clicked Yes on both options. Now it was time to load up the stream. He saw a button on the bottom right corner with in built streaming features from Castpha themselves. He jokingly typed ‘Can we get 5000 likes’ and placed the text on the top middle section of the livestream. Soon a small crowd had formed. 10 people had joined in since he posted the text. Mark remembered that he didn’t want to be noticed. Knowing some people might recognize him, he begged his Castpha viewers to not spread the word. Surprisingly, they obliged with no questions. As the live stream continued, Mark continued to ramble on and on. What he hadn’t noticed was that he was at 100 views and 20 likes. He only realised that when a commenter pointed it out. Mark was surprised. Another surprised he found out was that other people can know that he is using the Growth Service too. A lot of commenters pointed out how excited they were about the Growth Service. Mark was confused, but he didn’t bother to ask. He was just feeling a little tight is all. No really, his shirt felt a bit tighter than usual. He began to stretch his body. He certainly couldn’t understand what was happening, but his viewers seem to know as they keep sending eye looking and blushing and wet emojis. They knew what was going on. It would be long until Mark would noticed, but the Growth Service he applied had a specific box he didn’t body to read. “Grow your body in accordance to likes received.” Mark was growing, literally! Each time he got 1 like in his stream, he would receive an additional pound of muscle, or inch of height to his body for every 10 likes Suddenly, 20 more likes were obtained. Mark was groaning in more pain. He felt his skin burn. His shirt and jeans were getting tighter around his body. He was getting a small headache and his vision blurred. He messaged his head, trying to focus on his computer screen. He felt hot and sweaty. He thought he was falling sick. He tried to tell his viewers he was ending the stream, but they all denied him too. Perplexed, he continued to stream a little while longer. After a minute of sitting, he noticed his likes jumped from 20 to 100. His viewer count had increased to 1000 as well. Very odd. But now, the pain was even worse. But somehow, he suddenly felt stronger. And stronger he was. He shot up to 6 feet tall and reached 250lbs of pure muscle. He felt his clothes tighten even further. He wanted to rip it off. His muscles were growing in size. His biceps tearing the seams of his sleeves. His growing pecs and abs causing his shirt to ride upwards. The tent in his jeans growing larger and larger. He was getting really pent up. He was burning up, he tried to find a comfortable position on his chair. Meanwhile, every watcher was cheering on, watching intently as the hunk of a Youtuber growing bigger for them, without even realising it. His like counter gained 100 likes. His body reacting almost instantly to it, began to beef up even more. He felt a surge of pain building up in his body. He wanted to scream so bad. He wanted to end the stream so bad. But he couldn’t move. He had never felt so tight before. Mark had finally realised he was growing. His body began to explode in size. He wasn’t growing any taller, but his body began to bulk up further and further. His biceps swelled into the size of softballs. His pecs ballooned in size. His wings stretched outwards. His neck and shoulders thickened. He grunted and moaned. His eyes were shut and he gritted his teeth. More and more tears were appearing from his clothes. His thighs and calves grew bigger and thicker. The man had grown from a normal build to a full on bodybuilder. He now weighs about 350lbs of pure muscle. He was much bigger than most bodybuilders. With him still at 6’0 tall, Mark was looking super hefty. But it was clear that his growth showed no signs of stopping. With 300 likes in total, the Youtuber was growing even faster than before. More and more bulk began to pack into Mark’s body. He was starting to look like the muscle morphs you see online. His muscles grew so huge, it tore his shirt in an instant, revealing to the masses of the large hulk before them. Mark screamed in agony. His jeans were beginning to give way too. The lower region of his jeans had fully torn off from this legs, now looking like torn up shorts. Mark’s expanding muscles were beginning to lose space to grow. His pectorals swelled so much, it began to touch his arms. His back grew so wide, it was squeezing against the arm handles of his gaming chair. He could hear the creaking sounds of his chair about to collapse under his swelling body. He was unable to move as he was stuck in his chair, growing bigger and bigger. His body started to climb higher too, now he reached about 6’3 inches tall. The tent in his shorts, now growing so thicks and long, begin to press and beg to be released. Mark’s pain and anguish became lust. He reached for his cock with his right hand and began stroking it. It was hard to pull off. His giant bicep pressing against his giant pecs. He could barely move his arm. In fact, he couldn’t see past his mammoth pecs as well. His cock felt massive. It was probably about 8 inches, and it was barely chubbing. He felt his pre leaking out to his jeans. The discomfort began to settle in once again as his cock began to grow so huge, his jean shorts could not hold any longer. With one giant huff, the buttons holding against his pants flew off, hitting his computer screen causing a small crack. Soon the flyer of his short went immediately down and his whole shorts tore off, revealing a bright red and stretched underwear. Mark was utterly embarrassed. Everyone began to comment about Mark’s new body. 420 lbs of muscle packed onto Mark’s body. Everyone knew this was going to get better. 500 likes now displayed on the screen and the reaction was getting more potent. Mark’s muscles exploded in size. His chair was creaking more and more. Soon enough, the strength of Mark’s growth had snapped of the base and handles of the chair. He fell to the floor. A loud thud swept across the room. Mark’s cock rose higher and higher. As his pecs blocked his vision below, he couldn’t tell how big his cock was. But the stretching and snapping sound of his underwear revealed that it was growing faster than expected. He felt his legs getting heavier. He tried to feel his way through his legs, only to realise his balls were swelling and resting on his legs. His cock was rising higher as his balls swelled and spilled out of his legs. He was really pent up. He could feel his pre flowing from the slit of his head. He felt many drops of pre landing on his balls and legs. He could not take it anymore. He began to stroke his massive cock with his hands. He could barely wrap it around. He stroked as hard and as fast as he could. He panted and groaned. He begged for more growth. It felt so good. What once was pain in his growth was not pleasure. He begged his viewers to like the stream more. He wanted to reach his goal of 5000 likes. No, he wanted more. He begged everyone to try to get this live stream to as many people as possible. He wanted more likes, he needed more! Faster and faster he stroked. His body swelled more and more. Each muscle was pressing against one another. He looked like a massive muscle monster. His muscles were so disproportionately big, it even puts the Hulk to shame. His biceps rose above his head. His pecs were so fat they sagged nearly to his waist. His legs were so thick, redwood trees could barely be as thick. His back was almost as wide as his room. He was becoming a hyper monster. His cock was getting too big. It rose higher and higher, leaking more and more pre. Soon the whole floor was covered in pre. His massive muscle tits were leaking with milk. Soon enough, body hair began to grow too. In almost an instant, his body was covered in a thick layer of hair. His beard, now reach the mid point of his pecs. His pubic hair grew so long, it covered all the way to his knees. His pit hairs grew all the way down to his waist. His cock now swelled even more. His thick member now thicker than each of his legs. It rose to meet Mark’s own head. Mark was now 6’7” and growing. His cock had to be at least 4 feet. With both heads meeting each other, Mark pushed his cock into the cleavage of his pecs and began to suck on it. He could barely encapsulate his cock with his own arms. 1000 likes had been reached and now is where things start to get good. His growth was now growing exponentially. His massive and hairy body exploding bigger and bigger. His cock grew so much that it was as long as he was tall. His balls swelled big to meet with his pecs. As he grew taller and bigger, the room felt smaller. He was starting to outgrow his room. He reached 8’5” of height, but he weighed 1480 lbs of muscle. His stomach began to rumble, a familiar growing pain was felt there. His stomach swelled bigger and bigger. A muscular roid gut was forming. The gut swelled so much it started pushing his pecs higher and his cock away from his body. His whole massive body began to crush and move his furniture away. Everyone in the comments were in awe. The table holding the computer had been crushed by Mark’s massive cock. But his computer was still fine. Now most of the view was just his swelling, veiny cock. Mark now had barely any space in his room. His body was starting to crack the wall behind him. His cock rose to meet the ceiling, cracking it as well. His balls were pushing the walls in front of him. More hair was growing from his body. Everything felt tight again as the Youtuber grew bigger. His pre and milk mixture were now filling his room with 2 feet of liquid. Mark still wanted to grow. The amount of pleasure building up in his body was unbearable. He wanted to cum so badly. His cock was now taller than he was, and thicker than his own waist. He couldn’t stroke his cock anymore for his swelling muscle gut pushed his cock too far. Only one thing was left. Mark began to buck himself. He tried to get off by rubbing his cock against the walls of his room. He started to buck harder and harder. He could tell it was working. More and more pre was spilling from his head. You could barely see the head anymore. Mark groaned louder and louder. He could feel it coming soon. He clenched his fists and legs. He gritted his teeth. His eyes clenched. And with one last buck, the most powerful scream blasted through the house and then some. A huge torrent of cum came blasting from his cock. The first wave of cum broke the walls in front of him down, spilling backwards, hitting Mark’s whole body. 2000 likes and counting. Mark’s growth is accelerating faster. The amount of cum blasting out of his cock is insane. Mark’s swelling had begun to break down his house. His giant body outgrew his house, breaking and smashing every item there. Except for his computer. His massive cock still hasn’t stopped cumming as the streets, and nearby houses began to be drenched in the massive hyper man’s seed. As he stood up, he realised he was 12’10 inches tall, weighing at 2012lbs. The huge brute of a man still growing bigger and bigger. His muscles began to fill up the nearby houses. Everything fall apart against the mighty body. Layers and layers began to stack up and pile onto the hyper body. His cock rapidly swelling bigger and bigger. His balls swelling faster and faster. His body now sits on top of his balls. His roid gut swelling faster and faster, making it impossible for him to even reach the front of his gut. His pecs swelling and spilling over his gut. His nipples growing even longer and thicker. His palms couldn’t even encapsulate his nipples anymore. His face turning even more brutish and squarish. His ass swelling to form massive minivans. His back, stretching and spreading so far it took up 2 house plots. More and more did the massive youtuber cum. Each spurt getting longer and more intense. So much cum began to fill the streets. And it didn’t look to be slowing down. Cars, lamp posts, mailboxes and the like began to get swept away from the mighty white river that flows. It didn’t help that Mark’s swelling tits began to explode milk. He had never felt so much intensity and relieved at the same time. All of that cum and milk pouring like geysers from their individual holes. The constant churning of balls and tits, producing and releasing their liquids at enormous and unbelievably rates. It was a sight to behold. 5000 likes and increasing. More viewers began to pile up and the like counter surging his growth even further. It looks like people really wanted to see this happening. With the current rate of increasing likes, he would dominate the world in less than 10 minutes. His swelling now towering multiple buildings. Everyone nearby began to walk outside their houses to witness the giant man hulking beyond their believe. Multiple people began to try to get away. But the sheer amount of cum send people trapped and swept away. Everybody was defenceless against Mark’s sheer power. Mark felt absolutely bad for the poor citizens near him. He wished he would be able to save them all. But through the power of Castpha’s growth service. A wish came true. Every 5000 likes received, a new power shall be granted to the creator. And through that wish, he was given the power of teleportation. He noticed his brand new power in an instant. He was surprised. There were so many new things happening all at once. But no time to lose, he had to save everyone. Using his teleportation skills, he transported everyone to a safe location. And to prevent such a catastrophe from happening again, he tried to teleport himself to a location where he couldn’t do any harm. Unfortunately, his powers were still new, and thus, he teleported to the middle of a dense city, for all to see. But another problem had occurred. An intense pain in his groin region. A pain so intense, it faded away all previous lustful feelings he had before. Though he tried to ease the pain by holding it, his belly had made it impossible to reach for it. The pain grew more intense. Mark began to yell as loud as possible. The entire city began to shake from the boomburst that had came. Everyone began to scream and run. The glass on all buildings had shattered. Mark began to teleport everyone away from him. But the pain is getting worse. He could feel something was wrong. His cock began to start shifting around. The skin around the base of his cock warping and moving. It felt as though his cock was moving towards his right leg from the base. As it moved, he could no longer feel his cock touch his left leg but felt it entirely on his right leg. The pain to the left of his cock began to worsen. It wasn’t like anything he felt before. It felt like burning and tearing at the same time. Soon the skin of the painful area began to morph, to what looked to be a second cock forming. It began to protrude further and further from his body. Soon enough, his new cock grew as long as his first. Mark scream and was absolutely confused of the outcome. But things didn’t settle for now his balls felt a burning sensation. A lumps form within his scrotum as the lumps grew to two new testicles for the new cock. But things are getting weirder. 10,000 likes and Mark is as tall as a skyscraper. He began to feel lustful again. His muscles began to explode in size again. Nearby skyscrapers were destroyed in an instant. The city was in absolute ruins. His gut was swelling bigger and bigger. Unable to control his new size, he begins to destroy even more buildings. His gigantic muscles begin to prevent him from being able to move properly. As Mark grew even more horny, he needed to release his waterfalls again. The only things nearby were other skyscrapers. Unable to hold onto his pent up horniness, he began to pound the buildings nearby. Though he was barely able to move, the buildings were able to satisfy his needs a little. As he got more pent up, his building-fucking began to get more rapid. He pumps and pumps harder. He begins to scream as his two cock thrust and burst through the buildings. New amounts of pre and milk began to leak from their holes. He began to fuck harder and harder, as a new pain appears in his groin area. Another cock and 2 more balls begin to protrude to form a new cock. As the third cock increase the intensity of his pleasure, he pumped harder and harder, destroying more buildings. As he reached his second climax, he screamed and blasted river worths of cum and milk all over the city. As this happens, his body explodes in size, bigger and bigger... 100,000 likes and Mark towers even the tallest of mountains. It appeared that someone has created a new bot to increase the likes of the video. As people realise a bot has been increasing the likes, they too begin to join and try to download the bot to increase the intensity of the likes. As thousands of people being to get more bots, the like number increased way too quickly. As more likes were given, even more powers to Mark, making him a powerful god. But even after sending river torrents of cum and milk, he was getting horny again. His body swelled to the size of mountains, and he began to fuck the nearby mountains. With more fucking that happened, another cock and pair of balls begin to appear from his body. 1,000,000 likes and even planets dwarved around Mark. Mark had been fucking and growing for far too much. Soon he began to dwarf the countries, then the moon, then the earth and soon enough the Solar System was way smaller than Mark himself. Another cock and pair of balls had appear, giving Mark a total of 5 cocks and 10 balls. But more of his body grew. His muscles were now swelling so fast, his height couldn’t keep up. His muscles and body grew exponentially bigger than his height, causing Mark to be even more immobile. But due to his muscles constantly growing, the pressure from the growth constantly rubs his cock, causing him to constantly be in a lustful state and cumming a lot. Not only were his current muscles growing, but now more muscles were appearing in random areas of his body causing him to look bigger. His hair was now growing even faster, causing his body to be engulfed in his hair. His gut was now almost as big as his body. His cock and balls were now 5 times as big as his own body. His nipples now dropped all the wait to midway his belly. His ass swelled as big as each testicle... 1,000,000,000,000,000 likes and galaxies surround Mark. He was absolutely enormous. More muscles packed onto his body. His cock and balls swelled even faster. His gut causing him to look even more bloated than ever. He was getting even hairier. All of the galaxies nearby were being ripped apart from the sheer density of Mark. Mark’s body was getting denser than ever. All his atoms crushed each other forming a particle denser than infinity. Soon his whole body was no longer made of atoms, but a nuclear pasta so dense that no space was unoccupied by any particles. Though his body was one giant nuclear pasta, the properties of his body remained the same to still make him human. As he cums around the universe, he creates more galaxies from his body. Soon afterwards, a 6th cock and 2 more balls soon appeared from his body. Infinite likes. It looks like the universe is beyond his comprehension. He begins to crush the universe and then some. Mark was growing past multiple universes. Soon enough, he begins to burst past multiple Multiverses too. With so much dominating power, he was filled with a lot of godly power. He was now truly a god. A God with immeasurable power. But as he grew bigger and more powerful, his body begins to morph even more. A 7th cock and 2 more balls appeared from his body. But not only that, his upper torso begins to lurch and have sudden sharp pains. Mark soon realised that his pecs were moving away from his gut. What surprised him was that now 2 more pectorals has appeared right below the first pair. And quickly after, new elongated nipples had grown to immediately spill milk all over the universe. With a new set of pecs, new arms begin to protrude out of the side of his pectorals. He now has 4 arms. He was now even more powerful than ever. Infinite and Beyond. The numbers keep increasing, and so does he. In fact, a few familiar faces would soon come to pass. The Hyper Gods have witnessed a new god awaken from the emptiness. However, the body built of this new god proves to be unknowable to the Gods. The new Deity proved to be too big. And bigger he grew. As the new God swelled bigger and taller before their very eyes, they could feel the vast power that such a God held. The New God had powers and size they couldn’t even imagine. The new god swelled, expelling such great amounts of dominance and male musk that it triggered to inner lust of each previous Hyper god. The amount of size and power was to die for. In an instant, as the New God grew past each Hyper God, an instant orgasm began to spill all over the New God from the previous Hyper Gods. With the scent of the New God wafting across the Hyper Gods, they too felt a new sensation of power. A new growth awaits them. Though their growths were much smaller than the New God, it was no laughing matter as the omniverse grew smaller around the men. However their growths stopped quite rapidly. But the New God seemed to be accelerating in size. In fact, it appeared that another cock had rapidly sprung out from his body, along with another pair of balls to join them too. Pavel could see Mark growing past him. The Ultimate God was now grazed with the New God. Pavel was utterly amazed. Only one person had grown bigger than Pavel, but this was much different. The amount of bulk on the New God was too much to handle, and the rate of growth was too fast to track. In a split moment, Pavel had been outclassed by the New God. The New God heaved even more as his muscles bulking even faster into the heavens. He could feel the space around him grow colder and yet warmer still. Mark was about to meet the biggest guy he had ever seen. Will he outgrow him? Of course! There was just too much Mark to not stop growing. As he reached higher into the cosmos, he felt a hand hold his lower body. He must be close. When Mark was finally the same size as the Biggest One, they both stared at each other, and knew in an instant that Mark was to outgrow him. With another cock and pair of balls exploding from nowhere, he began to feel new power to dethrone the Biggest One... J likes? What does J mean? It could be assumed that it’s a universal constant. But what surprised Mark was another human on the J scale. But Mark seemed to still be growing. Due to Mark’s ever increasing body, he would barely acknowledge the man he passed by. All he understood from the man was that he was named Jeremy. Must be that the J stand for. It looked that Jeremy was the absolute biggest entity until Mark came around. But even if Mark was as tall as Jeremy, Mark would still outcompete Jeremy. Due to Mark’s absolute hyper body with billions of muscles stacked upon each other, Jeremy would look like an ant right beside a god. Coupled with the amount of hair on Mark’s body, the size of each billion muscles being ten thousand times larger than 1 of Jeremy’s 650 muscles, his nipples reaching towards his knees, the sheer size of his gut compared to his body, his additional pair of pectoral muscles and arms, as well as his 9 cocks and 18 balls. But it didn’t stop there as another pair of balls and a cock began to sprout from his body. A loud scream echoed from the chambers of nothingness as the last pair of cock and balls emerge from the incomprehensible hyper brutish body of Mark. As the numbers keep on increasing from the bots, so does Mark. With that, Mark had to sad farewell to the biggest man Jeremy to replace his throne. Expanding larger and larger, Mark is almost at his end. 10(infinity)J(J^(InfinityJ) + 1000J) + 11(infinity)^(infinity x e) x infinityJ(J^(InfinityJ + 1000J)) was what was displayed on the video. It appeared that he the number could not increase anymore. Even though the 11 was meant to be a 10. Mark’s growth had finally stopped. J was a Omniversal and Beyond constant that meant the biggest. The largest number in a single unit of J. No one knows where J came from But there might be a man as big as the constant J inches tall. But Mark was way bigger than that. He truly was the biggest man alive. He could barely move around the space he occupied. The Ultimate God now sat in an area he could barely move in. Mark knew this was the ultimatum, the biggest and most powerful anyone could get. His body was truly the definition of Hyper. His head could not be seen for ages. His muscles were so utterly massive, you could not tell which muscle was if you pointed at it. Piles and piles of muscles stacked on the massive body. No matter how many images of hyper muscle dudes or artwork on any website you can look, no matter how imaginative your brain may seem, his muscles were too incomprehensibly big, too incomprehensibly hyper. His muscle gut was about 5 times as big as the rest of his body. His 10 cocks and 20 balls were about 100 times his own body size, each! His 4 pecs were squishing against each other, pressing and constantly squeezing his milk out. His 4 giant arms were constantly in a flexing position as the rest of his muscles could not give them any space. His entire body was so incredibly brutish, there was no way to tell which muscle was what. Not to mention his hairs. So densely packed and grew so much, no one could find the origin of each hair strain. He now knows all that the Onmiverse and Beyond had to offer. Though the vessel may look utterly uncomfortable, Mark was in absolute peace. His intelligence is now as at its absolute highest. He was after all the most muscular, powerful, biggest, smartest and strongest man alive...
  16. SimpleSmiles

    Hiking Shoes

    Just wrote this story! https://simplesmileseveryday.tumblr.com/post/189891129271/jake-had-recently-began-hiking-as-a-private-hobby
  17. Guest

    Have A Drink

    Based on Linkin’s Giant Morph’s LGM Drinks As I closed the door behind me I could hear him banging around in the kitchen. I swear he uses every pot we own when he cooks. My keys click together as I try to stuff them in my pocket with my shaky hand; I was probably a little too excited to show him the surprise I had for him. I stepped around the corner and my suspicions were confirmed. The sink was full of dirty dishes and those that were still in use were scattered all over the counters. His back was to me and I could tell he was lost in his own world. I set my bag down heavily on the table and the sound seemed to break through his mental bubble. “Hey! Good, you’re home. I’m just finishing up my meal prep and then I’m going to get started on dinner!” He turned to face me, wiping his hands on his messy shirt. I had to admire him, he wasn’t much of a cook but in his dedication to grow bigger he had learned slowly from YouTube tutorials and old “The French Chef” reruns. I don’t think he actually cared to make anything Julia made,nI think he just thought she was fun. I took him in for a moment. We were both pretty heavy before we met and he had started his fitness journey a while before I had. Although he had slowly started putting on muscle after his weight loss he was still carrying a little extra here and there. You could tell he lifts at the gym but I wouldn’t say he was near being thought of as a gym rat. His red hair was a mess as usual and his shirt looked like he had tried cooking on it. “Have an accident?” I question, pointing to his food covered shirt. He looked down and laughed, trying to wipe the excess bits off of him. “I couldn’t find a lid that fit so I made one fit. It uh, ended up popping off. It actually hit the ceiling…” I followed his finger above the stove, expecting to see more food splatters, but was met with a large lid-shaped dent. The land lord is going to love that. “Why don’t you take a break and I’ll cook dinner?” My heart began thumping as I reached for the can in my bag. “You can drink this while you relax.” I set it down in front of me, taking extra care that the label was facing him. I could see his body tense as his eyes went wide. “How did you afford that?” he mutter as he eased over to the table to touch it. “I held up a bank.” His hand withdrew quickly from the can and I laughed. “Brennan, do you really think I could rob a bank?” “Wull, no! I don’t know, maybe!” he defended, reaching for the can again. “We don’t make enough for this. You wouldn’t be able to afford this with a raise, or even a large bonus. This is the LGM Power Drink. There is a reason they aren’t cheap.” He slowly turned it in his hands, almost as if he didn’t believe it was real. “You’re right, we can’t afford it. Nor can we afford the other one.” I smiled as I pulled out the second can, the LGM Giant Drink. He set the can he was holding back down on the table. “How.” He demanded. I had taken off work early so that I could drive to the store they sold the drinks at. Walking in it seemed like just another supplement shop, only really high end. I’m surprised it was empty. When the drinks had first come out it seemed like they were selling like wildfire. The Power Drink was like an instant steroid, making you pack on pounds of muscle in minutes. The Giant Drink made you almost inhumanly tall. The only problem was that the drinks were extremely expensive and you could only have one, which wasn’t revealed until later. Once you had been changed by the formula it wouldn’t work again. I guess a lot of people decided not to bother with it if it was only ‘one and done’. When I got up to the counter I was surprised to be approached by an average looking gentleman. He had a trim but muscular build and wore a fitted button up red shirt with khaki pants that hugged his thick legs well. “How can I help you?” He had asked with a white smile. “I just had kind of a dumb question for you. Is it possible to get the LGM Drinks by making small payments or does it all have to be up front?” I nervously asked, already feeling like I knew the answer. “Unfortunately we require that all payments are made up front, it’s policy.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I guess it didn’t used to be but after you get burned a couple of times with people benefiting from the product and skipping out on payments, things have to change.” I nodded in agreement and was about to thank him when a woman came storming in with a man in tow. I stepped aside as she got to the counter and slammed two cans down. “My husband bought these behind my back using our money but I do not want them. I would like to return them for a refund.” I could feel the waves of anger coming off of her and I was amazed at how well she kept her composure. Her husband seemed like he wanted to protest but he stayed silent. The sales rep seemed hesitant. “I apologize, ma’am, but since this product is considered a ‘food’ product, store policy is that once it has left the store it cannot be returned for fear of contamination.” I could see the tendons in her neck twitch. I was expecting her to freak out but she must have been brought up well because she slowly grabbed the cans and turned to her husband. “See, babe, now I have to take them.” He smirked at her, holding out his hands for the cans like he’d won. She spun around on her heels so fast I’m surprised her ankles didn’t break. She forced the cans into my hands with a wild look in her eyes. “You want this stuff? Here, take these.” She spun around just as fast as the first time to reface her husband. “Honey,” he wined, “You can’t! Those were a lot of money!” She stuck a finger in his face. “Exactly! Money you spend without talking to me about it first. Money on something that changes you. Maybe spending thousands of dollars and getting nothing will teach you to be smarter next time. You do not get to do what you want behind my back. You want to do that, divorce me.” She stormed out of the store just as quickly as she came. Her husband stared after her for a moment, turned to me and debated on whether or not to take the drinks back. “Good luck.” He spat and hurried out to chase her down. The clerk and I stood for a moment, stunned at what had just happened. “Do you want a bag for those?” he offered, breaking the silence. “So she just gave them to you. Just like that?” Brennan asked skeptically, raising his eyebrow. “I know it sounds made up but honest, it’s true.” I raised my right hand to help testify. He stared at me for another moment and then seemed satisfied. “Alright then,” he said, clapping his hands together, “which one do you want?” I shot him a puzzled look. “These are for you. I thought you wanted this?” I protested, pushing both cans towards him. He pulled back a chair and sat. “I do! But I know what these things can do to you and I don’t want to be a complete freak. I know you’ve wanted to be huge too. I’m not taking both drinks.” He crossed his arms defiantly. I scowled at him for a moment but he was right. Although I planned on giving both to him I was a little mad at myself for doing so. He wasn’t the only one on a body transformation journey. I was 5’8” and still carried a good extra 30 lbs. I had worked my muscles to be more solid and less soft but they weren’t bigger by any means. “How about this. We’ll split them. We’ll each take half of both drinks. Deal?” He held out his hand in a corny fashion, as though he really expected me to have to shake on it rather than just agreeing. I grabbed his hand with mine and gave it a good pump. He smiled and got up from the table and grabbed four glasses from the cupboard. “You didn’t use those while cooking?” I teased. “Shut up.” He teased back. He poured each drink fully out into one glass. The cans weren’t transparent so he wanted to see how much was in each can before splitting it. He then poured half of each drink into a different glass, and then switched and added the other half into its opposite. “Quite the process.” I remarked as he handed me one of the glasses. “Don’t knock the process. It’s science!” he replied in a bad Einstein impression. We laughed and stared at our drinks. “Do we really want this?” he questioned as he looked at me. “I know you do. And I guess I do too. Things will change but we’ll do it together, okay?” He nodded. “Okay. On three?” he raised the glass to his lips. “Why don’t you go first? That way we aren’t so involved with our own changes we miss out on each other’s?” As I said that a wave of excitement rolled through me and I could feel myself getting hard. He took a small sip to taste it, then chugged the rest of it back in a few gulps. “How is it?” I asked as he frowned slightly and rubbed his stomach. “It’s like a flat, fruity soda.” “Flat? One of the selling points was that it was supposed to be carbonated like a soft drink…” I grabbed one of the cans to look for an expiration date but could find anything. Brennan’s moans brought me back out of my thought bubble. “Are you okay? Are you in pain?” “I’m not in pain,” he breathed, a look of pleasure washing over his face and I saw his shoulders relax, “I actually feel really good.” I looked him up and down to see if any changes started happening and I saw his crotch begin to stir. I could see his flaccid cock begin to swell in his shorts, stretching down his leg. He was feeling good. Really good. I hadn’t seen him this hard before. I guess if everything else was going to grow, this was going to grow to match… He started to stretch his arms and legs, feeling something I couldn’t see. Moans escaped his lips and he ran his fingers through his hair. Then it started to happen, coming almost in spurts. His shoulders stretched wider and his neck shot up. His femurs began stretching up as his arms stretched down. I watch his feet begin to creep along the floor, the fabric in his socks began to strain against his toes. The crotch of his pants pulls tight as his cock becomes erect, then pulls tighter from his glutes beginning to swell. Abs began to poke out from under his shirt as his torso stretched, the fabric of his shirt pulling tight. It began to be uncomfortable for him and he pulled at the collar becoming too small for his swelling neck. He pulled at it and his shirt ripped in his hands. We both stared in shock, he hadn’t been able to rip clothes off himself before, he’d tried. The seam on his shorts began to rip as his thigh swelled and I watched as his toes finally broke free of his socks. His swelling hands began to pull at his shorts but they were clumsy as his fingers grew thick, the knuckles bulging. His shorts were too tight against his thighs, his fingers too big to get a grip on them. He thrust his hips forward and flexed and the seams popped enough for him to finish the job. He now stood before me, completely naked and still swelling bigger. His balls had to be the size of large kiwis and they bounced as he shuddered with pleasure and growth. His pecs swelled and I could see a valley begin forming between them, his nipples stretching and pointing down, drawing my eyes to the large shadow his inflating pecs were creating on his abs. His abs rippled and bulged, almost squishing against each other even though he was stretching his back. I could see his arms begin to lift up as his traps grew, his biceps swelling bigger than softballs. I could see the stretch marks from his former fat days start to appear, red from being reopened. He was getting big. His red hair brushed the ceiling and he crouched a little to make sure he didn’t bump his head but his legs stretched unexpectedly and I heard his head smack it. Our ceiling was 7’ and he was having to crouch not to hit it. His dick was a rod, longer than my forearm, and thicker. This must have felt fantastic for him because a thick stream of precum drippled from the swollen head. His calves bulged and had to be thicker than his original thighs. He pulled his chair out with a massive hand and plopped down on it, his massive bubble butt practically hanging off the side. The wood cracking as he sat, I’m surprised it didn’t break. He stretched out his massive frame and shuddered and then relaxed, his huge chest heaving to catch his breath. “I think,” he moaned as he rubbed his thick hands up and down his massive thighs, “I think it’s done. How, how tall am I?” I ran to our junk drawer and grabbed a measuring tape. “You’re too tall to stand, lay down.” I instructed and watches as this now massive man maneuvered to the floor. He placed his large feet on the wall so I would have something study to start from. “7’2”.” I declared. “I don’t know what you would weigh though and I don’t think our scale will hold you.” He just looked at me and smile. “Your turn!”
  18. Preface I worked on this one for quite some time in the Unfinished section. I haven't changed or added anything since April this year. There might be linguistic errors, that I haven't been able to spot yet, but there's no reason to hide this story over at Unfinished stories anymore. The prefix No sex is formally correct, but there is some sort of tension between the two male characters, so straight readers are warned. But he seemed so NICE? You felt betrayed. Or, expressed in a better manner: You didn't exactly know, what you felt, but you hadn't expected this from him. You had first got to know him online at one of those muscle-growth sites. He seemed to share your obsession and your fantasies, and, from what he wrote in the sub-forum about exercise, you had to conclude, that he knew what he was doing at the gym. It surprised you, when, after a few private messages, it turned out, that he lived in the same city, as you did. You agreed to meet at a rather average bar a Friday night. You kept looking for an average guy with any obvious signs of working out, but when THE MUSCULAR PRESENCE entered the bar and guessed correctly who you were, reality began to feel slightly unreal. HUGE wasn't a word, that was enough to describe him. THE MUSCULAR PRESENCE approached you, said hello and mentioned your name. It was too good to be true. If anyone would be able to give you the training-advice you needed, this was the one. Kindness and a sense of humour in his warm brown eyes. An air of teddybear over his face, with its brown buzzcut hair, chestnut beard and powerful chin. The scent of anti-perspirant mixing with the sweat from his revealing compression shirt, and with the scent of his leather jacket. Denim-clad manspread. Looming wide-shouldered presence. The lump in your throat. The outline of his pecs and his pec-ravine visible through the compression shirt. The outline of his abs through the compression shirt. His looming, wide-shouldered presence ... The living embodiment of friendly, confident masculinity. Present. Close to you. Hard to think. You, answering his questions and remarks with "yes" and "no". You had to gather yourself. What did he say? Showing you something? Well, yes, of course ... Perhaps three stations with the Underground. Not the most tidy part of the city. He had got a key to some backdoor into a non-descript brickwall building. A grey and sparely lit corridor. Another door: Robust door of metal plates. Two locks. Dark. Brett switched the electric light on. Revealing the Contraption. A feeling of alarm. What if he was a weirdo? What if ... a violent pervert? The dangerous-looking Contraption. One part Pec-Dec machine. One part torture chamber, perhaps? One part horror film equipment. What could he possibly ... Your jacket on a hook. He taking your shirt off. But ... No! Wait! You didn't agree to ... And then, the dizziness. Your trousers. Changing your underwear into something ... something tight, glossy, with metal threads woven into the fabric ... Dizziness. Big hands. Helping you down. Sitting in the Contraption. A glass of water. Or not water. Dizziness. Or not water. Brett saying something. "Told me, you would like it." Brett. Big. Tall. Close. Present. Those eyes. Kindness and a sense of humour. Why would he ... Why would he be doing this? Brett's big powerful hands on your naked shoulders. Dizziness. Arranging your body. Hands? Your hands in ... gloves? Inside each side of the Pec-Dec handles. Arms ... to your sides ... your chest ... protruding ... Brett's big powerful hands. Putting your feet into ... into too big high-neck trainers ... Why? Dizziness. Brett plugged the cable connected to your underwear, the cable connected to your new high-neck trainers and the cable connected to the Contraptions into some ... hard to think ... some Machine ... You were sitting in the Contraption. Connected to it. Your hands, your feet and your dick connected to it ... FEAR. You felt betrayed. Or, expressed in a better manner: You didn't exactly know, what you felt, but you hadn't expected thisfrom him. Not from him. Not Brett. "Have you read about pheromones and similar bio-chemicals inside the human body? A group of women who meet regularly, at work, at home or a group of close friends, have their periods at almost the same time, because their individual physiologies adapt to each other. Similarly, if a man join a group of men with high levels of testosterone, his body will adapt and raise the levels of his own testo. Scents, we aren't even aware of, are able to cause changes in our internal chemistry. Now: Take a whiff of this!" Brett pressed a breathing mask over your nose and mouth, and in your vulnerable position, strapped to The Machine, there was nothing you could do to stop him. You inhaled. Nothing. At least, you weren't aware of any scent in particular, but you became aware of a nice tingling feeling in your skin. Inhaled. The tingling became stronger, and blood rushed to your dick. "You see, people in this Project has harvested the scents from countless prison-gyms, hardcore gym-lockers, marine baracks, fire-stations and similar places, where the average testosterone level is presumably high ... and then they have distilled the potent transmittor-substances that affect a man's own production of androgene hormones and growth-hormones ..." You found it hard to think now. Tingling skin. Tenting underwear. Pounding temples. Brett put earbuds in your ears. A strange sound. Waves. The deeper you go, the better you feel. The better you feel, the deeper you go. A wave of fear: Fear of losing yourself. Fear of eradication of your Self. Fear of the unknown feeling, stirring in the depths of your soul. Inhaling. Willing to transform. Eager to transform. Adapt and raise the levels of ... Excitement, but fear of losing who you are. Tingling. Embodiment. So physically present now. Brett's big hands assuring you of comfort. Yeah, present. Embodied. Tingling body. Some sort of brutal anger crawling in the deep recesses of your soul. Crawling. Rising to the surface. You tugged at the straps that held your wrists and ankles in place, in some inarticulate will to free yourself, but another part of yourself enjoyed the feeling ... Yes: Enjoyed! Fear of ... the stirring feelings. Your muscles changing. Transforming. Warm. Hard. Pumped. Involuntarily flexing. Harder. Bigger. Real jock. Who's an Alpha? YOU are an Alpha. Becoming an Alpha with an Alpha mindset. Becoming an Alpha with an Alpha body. Becoming Brett's Alpha. Becoming the Alpha you always wanted to be. Becoming the Alpha you always had deep inside. Becoming Alpha brawn. Becoming Alpha beef. Becoming ... Is someone messing with you? Fuck, no. If anyone try to mess with you, you will show them, that no-one mess with this real thug bro. Yeah: Real thug bro. Feel so good. Feel so confident. And brawny. And horny. Would be fun to teach some of the idiots from the past a lesson. Yeah, feeling so good! Look at you! Look at this bruiser! Look at these arms! And these pecs! And you didn't skip leg day. Inhaled. More. More of it. More like Brett. FUCK YES! More! Eagerly inhaling. Eagerly listening to the ... the waves. Eagerly receiving the strange, voluptious and empowering energy that streamed into your electronic gloves, your electronic trainers and your electronic underwear. Eagerly BECOMING what Brett turned you into. Uh! Uhhhhh! Fuck, yeah! You moaned in excitement, when your shoulders became bigger than volley-balls and your trapezius changed to a size adapted to your new shoulders. You could feel your back feel like a mountain-side. Mountain-side! Brickwall! The power! Your thug-power! Filling your trainers now. Not too big trainers anymore. Filling them. Big feet. Big hands filling the gloves. Big ... Uh ... Your hands breaking free. Breaking the steel. Muscle against metal. Muscles winning. Your bullneck of corded steel. Your dick tenting inside the underwear. Power rushing into you ... into your body ... into your hands, into your feet and into your boner ... Conducting this ... POWER ... into you. Rushing. Connected to. Power current. Growing you. Growing BIG! Your mind ... Drowning in the sound of waves which turned you into ... into the real bruiser, who are YOU. Brett, yes! More! Give me more! I need it! I crave it! I lust for it! For all this engorged, powerful brawn. For all this engorged, powerful, conditioned and dominant muscle mass. You couldn't believe it: So good, so much. Almost too much, but there is no such thing as too much. All there is, is the craving for more ultra-masculine, virile, steel-hard FLESH. And you are becoming that ultra-masculine, virile, steel-hard FLESH. Becoming FLESH! Your hands must be bigger now. You touched your abs with your BIG hand: Deep ravines had formed between your abs -- a packet of pétanque balls of steel above your navel. Your shoulders widening. The incredible feeling when your chest became barrel-sized. The incredible feeling when your height increased. The incredible feeling when your quads turned monstrous vein-covered BEEF. Inhaling your new Self. Waves. Forming the new you. Intruding from outside. But also ... also stirring. Stirring from within. Rising from inside. Surfacing. Erupting. Yes! The hidden You: Erupting into existence. Erupting out of you. The embodied, heavy, muscular you. Your Jock-you. The mind of your Jock-you. The true you. No longer repressed. Who's a good jock-boy? YES! YOU are a good jock-boy! Jock-boy strong! Jock-boy brawny! Who's a dumb jock? YOU are a dumb jock, and you love it. "Brett! Yes! Good! More!" And Brett increased it. Your mind sunk into incoherent chatter, your immense and massive body writhed in pleasure and buzzed with growth-power, and, distantly, you could subconsciously hear yourself moan, but you were too overwhelmed by the bombardment of stimuli to take notice. Brett was making this fucking bruiser an even bigger fucking bruiser: Bulging all over of power-mass! Yeah: Power-mass! Steel-brawn! Huge! Make me! MAKE ME! Yes! Love it! Big feet conducting power. Big hands conducting power. Boner conducting power. Engorged and throbbing. Not just the boner. Your entire body: Engorged and throbbing. Every. Single. Muscle: Engorged and throbbing. Huge! Uh. Yes! Huge! Make me! Uh! Make me! Uhhhhh! Make me!!! Uhhhhh!!! BIGGER!!!!!!!! Brett smiled, when he saw, what you had become, and you could see on his smile, how proud he was of you. It was then he turned up the dial to maximum.
  19. Hialmar

    Descent into growth : Part 6

    The beginning is found: here. Part Five is found: here. Descent into growth Part Six You weren't sure if it had been the unknown after-effects, or if he had used the Test Chamber again, while you were suffering from the temperature, but Mr. V had probably reached somewhere around 280, 300, perhaps 320 lbs now. It was hard to guess, because he was obviously very cut and chiselled without much fat. In your terrified state, you were probably prone to exaggerate, but he could be 6'2'' or 6'3''. It was in the middle of the night, but Mr. V's taste for showing off wasn't asleep. His chest was entirely naked, but he was wearing army trousers with a city-camo pattern and very glossy boots. Treating your Lab like a fun-fair. Yes, indeed. You had to stand up against this charade, come hell, come high water. "You owe me an explanation, Mr. Vanderwesthuisen. What exactly is happening?" There was a lozenge of moonlight on the wall. Not enough to see his facial expression. "It's Mr. V now. I told you. Before you passed out." There was a dawning realisation beginning to take form. Your head felt strangely cold. "That came all of a sudden. On the order of whom was I given an IV, while I suffered from a temperature? I'm the medical expert here, and even I am not a practitioner." "Little Rob share some of your background. A few courses in medicine and several courses in physics make a good combination, don't they?" His voice was like dark chocolate slowly trickling over ice cream. Rich. Dark. Trickling. What was wrong with you? You hadn't felt any attraction to Mr. V in the past, and you certainly hadn't any reason to, now when your employer might have gone insane, and might be a threat to everyone at the compound: You, Rob, Nate, the two nice cleaning women, the kitchen staff, the two hunky guards... Hunky? You had never used that word about... What was happening? You felt strange, but the dizziness had faded, and your legs felt more stable, than just a few minutes ago. "So I asked Rob nicely, and he gave you some nutritional drip, while you were asleep. We have taken turns to tend your bed during your illness." You became aware of the elastoplast taped over the crook of your arm. Nutritional drip? But the only nutritional drip available was the same one, that had been administered to Nate and Mr. V. And why was your head feeling so unusually chilly, with all that hair of yours? Mr. V purred: "The second bag was an easy way to inject you with your personally tailored serum. When I asked nicely, Rob told me, that it wouldn't be possible to give you the injection in your glute, like you do with roids, so it was best to use an IV while you weren't protesting." "I'm not one of the test subjects. And what have you done to Rob?" Mr. V grabbed your armpits, lifted you up, and began to walk, while he continued to chat: "I wasn't a test subject, until I told you, that I wanted to be one. In your plan, there was only one original test subject: Nate." Panic rose inside you. You had several biochemical compounds running inside you. Chemicals not intended for you. Not intended for use, unless the test subject was soon entering the Test Chamber. You feared to enter the Test Chamber. You... "That's in your plan, of course. In my plan, which none of you seemed to anticipate, I expected myself and you to grow all along, eventually, when the transformation-process had proven stable and reliable, and I hoped, that Nate would become the plaything I need. Initially, he turned out to be overconfident, too overconfident, but that was enjoyable too, for a little while, when I was still a weakling, before my exaltation into my new state. I hope to rectify that mistake, soon." He carried you down the stairs. The corridor. The fear. Chemicals inside you. Already changing you. Priming you for the Chamber. "Rob needed some encouragement. I had to force him, threaten him (but I suspect he liked that bit), and dangle a carrot before him to do as I commanded." He interrupted his walk, changed his grip around you, so that you dangled from his left armpit, his powerful arm held under your belly. His right hand was searching for something in a walnut-wood drawer. "Now when I think of it, you could be of some assistance this very moment. Will you please lock these earbuds around my ears, will you?" He showed you a pair of strangely-looking earbuds, and put each of them in his ears. He put you down. You considered running, but that was a risky choice. You locked the earbuds around his ears. "You seem to hear well enough what I'm saying, so I suppose I will hear your answers, too. Doesn't it feel good to share the same sort of earbuds with me, jock boy?" You couldn't believe your ears. Jock boy? You? No one had called you jock boy. The most ridi- ... Jock boy. You shivered. You had to swallow. It actually sounded quite fierce. Mr. V pushed you before him down the next couple of stairs. Into the Lab. Your Lab. The Lab where you grow Nate and Mr. V. The way they want to be grown. Grown into Alphas. Grown into what they like to become. Grown. That was strange. You felt horny. You had felt terrified just a minute ago, but you felt... at ease. Yes. Felt at ease. The Lab. Then you remembered: You were worried for your friend Rob. Little Rob. "What have you done to Rob? If you have harmed him, I swear, that I will give you what you deserve!" The lighting was considerably better here. The stairs were lit, and the safety doors outside the Lab were efficiently lit. You could see an amused smile on Mr. V's timeless unaging masculine face: "There's a warrior-spirit inside you Doc. I like that. I like some resistance. And as to your question about what I have done to little Rob, I will answer that question." Mr. V pushed a number-sequence into the lock, and the safety door opened. Both of you entered. You could smell the usual familiar scents. Nate was there – bigger than before, and only wearing red silky boxing shorts with yellow stripes this time. The Test Chamber was humming, which came as a surprise. You turned your head, and for a second or two, you were unable to understand what you saw. Mr. V continued his speech. "I fulfilled his innermost dreams, even if he wasn't necessarily aware of these dreams before tonight." The unknown man inside the active Test Chamber was a towering giant at perhaps 6'4''. His shoulders were wide and melon-sized. Volleyball-sized pectorals voluptiously hung powerful from his chest, exuding terrifying power. His arms were proportionally sized. Something was wrong with the Chamber. Someone had put training equipment inside, in a ridiculous gesture, and the giant was performing deadlifts inside the Chamber. Nate said something in a tone of admiration, and you could see his glossy red boxing shorts tent, as he said it: "That's almost 1000 lbs!" The man inside the Chamber was a platinum blonde giant of a man. Slowly it dawned to you: The man inside the Chamber was little Rob! But he wasn't little Rob anymore. * * * Part seven is found: here.
  20. Hialmar

    Descent into growth : Part 5

    Part one is found: here. Part four is found: here. Descent into growth Part Five Uncomfortable. You felt uncomfortable and soaked in sweat. The air felt hot – too hot – and suffocating, and your face felt too warm. You couldn't move, and another nauseous wave of too warm and stuffy atmosphere surrounded you, tossed you around and carried you away: into sleep, into your thoughts, into reality – you didn't know. You smelled the scent of shavings and guineapig droppings, methylated spirits and cleaning solution. You were in the Lab. Hadn't this already happened once? You approached Rob and Nate, who sat watching the screen of the computer, which controlled the field. The morphogenetic field. Rob was free to study the diagrams, the 3D sketches consisting of translucent outlines of real persons' physiques. You hadn't given that particular aspect of experiments much thought: Your predecessors in that field of study had gathered and collected a bank of statistic data about human anatomy and physiology. You recollected the stray reports about accidents, when the symmetry protocols and functionality protocols had been disregarded in the past, and you had tried to instill into little Rob the importance of basing any morphogenetic field on real people with functional physiques. You came closer. Little Rob must have heard the sound of your feet, and turned his head. You could see him blush, and his ruddy cheeks contrasted against his platinum blond hair and his innocent ice blue eyes. "How's Mr. Vanderwesthuisen?" "Still recovering from his DNA-programming infection. What are you looking at?". Nate turned around, his friendly and confident smile flashing from his youthful face: "Hey, Doc. Rob is showing me how the machine works. You've got data about most of my heroes, and then some." "What do you mean?" "Look here: You've got stats and some sorta drawings on the computer, and not just the competitors from the mid-2020's, but also a lot of vintage athletes. Take this one, for instance: Lee Priest, famous back in the 90's. Short, but built like a brick wall! Or that one, did you ever watch Game of Thrones? I was too young, but I've watched the re-runs. That's Hafthor Bjornson. The Mountain? And you have drawings ... what did you call them, Rob?" "Three-D sketches." "Three-D sketches, then. You've got 3D sketches of Cutler at Olympia in 2009, and you've got sketches of Markus Ruhl at the height of his career, and you've got Morgan Aste and Mariusz Pudzianowski." "Who?" "It's your data bank, not mine." "I have never been much into sports. I do work out irregularly, but I don't remember the names of athletes." "Rob didn't recognise half of them either. Most of them are bodybuilders, but Bjornson is a Strongman comptetitor. Mariusz won World's Strongest Man five times, but went into MMA after that. Now, the thing is, Rob showed me, that it is possible to combine data from all these drawings." "Yes, it is. How so?" "Well, I've sometimes imagined what would happen, if anyone of Bjornson's height got the same physique as Lee Priest. Lee's even shorter than me or Rob, but look how WIDE he was back then." "I suppose it could be done, theoretically, but no scientist would attempt to combine two physiques as different as those two." Nate looked smug. Rob blushed. "Actually, I asked Rob to fuse the, eh, 3D-sketches of Lee and Bjornson, and then mix that sketch with all the others here: Jay... Ruhl... Aste... And he did it! He actually did it! Take a look at this sketch!" They had actually "did it", indeed: The newly added SKETCH NUMBER 2137 in your data bank depicted a man looking like something out of comics or computer games, but with one important exception. If you had placed comics characters or game characters in real life, they wouldn't be able to move. Since the sketch was based on existing men with functional muscles, a person looking like that in reality would actually be able to have a life that worked. "Put it in the Archive, Rob. We will not use it. Not this week. Probably never, but put it in the Archive." Something was wrong with the scene. Rob and Nate. Both short lads. Wrong with the scene. Wasn't Nate taller and bigger when this happened? Not happening now. Happened. In the past. Memory. Strange. Something wrong. Uncomfortable. Darkness. You struggled. It felt like an invisible being wrestled with you. Too hot. * * * You smelled the scent of shavings and guineapig droppings, methylated spirits and cleaning solution. You were in the Lab. Hadn't this already happened once? You were standing in front of the Test Chamber, and Mr. Vanderwesthuisen arrived in the Lab. You turned your head. Your employer had a taste for making scientific experiments into fun-fairs: He arrived, wearing a gown of some sort of silky fabric, like the ones some boxers wear. Then he tossed the gown over a chair, revealing his almost naked body. His days spent at the beach had given him an even tan, and, although no one could call him a bodybuilder, it was obvious, by the way he looked, that he worked out seriously. All the marks were there: Pecs, including the beginning of a pec ravine, but not beefy ones; A faint outline of abs; Biceps, but not bulging ones; Visible lats, but not enough to give any exaggerated V-shape. Mr. Vanderwesthuisen was wearing black high-neck trainers – no, rather boxing boots, you corrected yourself. And he was wearing posing trunks. Minimal, metallic green posing trunks of the sort European bodybuilders wear. ”I’m ready. An injection wasn’t it?” You had to clear your throat. It felt like you had a lump in it. ”Beg your pardon?” ”Injection. I have to be injected before I enter, haven’t I?” ”Uh. Yes. Of course. And this is what you are going to wear inside the Test Chamber, Sir?” He smiled. Smugly. Arrogantly. His rather handsome eyes had a glint, that revealed, that he knew that his playful approach to your work irritated you, but that you knew your place in the hierarchy. It was obvious, that he enjoyed how you served his whims, even when it irked you. Smugly. Arrogantly. Expectant. ”Yes, this is what I am going to wear. Unlike Nate, I don’t take pleasure in ripping out of clothes. The injection, then?” Rob was there. He had fetched the serum designed for Mr. Vanderwesthuisen’s DNA. The scent of alcohol. The syringe. The sting. Mr. Vanderwesthuisen’s eyes. Blue eyes, but another hue than Rob’s icy blue ones. Mr. Vanderwesthuisen’s eyes were blue like a welding torch, and burning now. ”Will you repeat on me what you did to Nate?” ”We were considering two different options. On one hand, it would give us more comparable data, if we repeated the settings of Nate’s go at the Chamber, but, on the other hand, it could be interesting to see what happened, if we increased the hypertrophic power a few percentiles and intensified the anabolic radiation to the same degree. In that case…” You were interrupted by Mr. Vanderwesthuisen: ”I’ll go for the second option.” ”But…” ”That was not a question, Doc. That was a command. You will increase the levels.” You could see Mr. Vanderwesthuisen’s posing trunk fill out. Something was growing before the Process in the Test Chamber had begun. He eagerly stepped inside the sluice. The two atmospheres switched place, and he entered the Chamber. You and Rob activated the machines, including Arngrim, the AI, that assisted you in your work. ”Gas saturation, Arngrim?” The metallic voice of the AI answered: ”Eighty-five percent and increasing.” You sneezed, and had to find a package of tissues in your pocket. It was obvious, that you had a sore throat now. Your usual luck… just in the middle of an experiment… ”Ninety percent and increasing.” You could see Mr. Vanderwesthuisen stand in the centre of the chamber inside the octagon outlined by black-and-yellow tape marks. He was inhaling deeply, with an eager expression. ”Ninety-five percent and increasing.” ”Time to warm up the anabolic rays, Rob. I’ll activate the hypertrophic coils.” ”Anabolic emmitters warming up. Hypertrophic coils activated. Ninety-nine percent saturation: Full saturation level.” Bolts were beginning to hit Mr. Vanderwesthuisen’s body. He shook. It was hard to distinguish the bolts through the thick protective glass panes. In the green hue from the lamps Mr. Vanderwesthuisen’s skin looked almost green. Tanned and green. Silly comics-based fun-fair whims. ”Initiating irradiation.” Mr. Vanderwesthuisen’s eyes widened. His mouth opened. You activated the interior microphones and speakers. ”Everything well, Sir?” ”Fuck. Yes. Well. Yes. More than well. Love this. This feeling. Better than I thought. Nate, if you are out there: I’m joining you now. Now I understand, what you talked about. The feeling. Fuck. So good. Becoming like you.” ”Intensify radiation.” ”Intensifying anabolic radiation.” ”FUCK, yes. I don’t know what you are doing out there, but I loved that.” Mr. Vanderwesthuisen was shivering, nay, shuddering inside the Test Chamber. His fit but small physique had begun to change, as Nate’s had a few days before. To fill out. To become taller. To become wider. ”Increase power.” ”Increasing hypertrophic power.” ”FUCK! YES! More! Watch me! Watch me grow! Look at me! Look what I’m becoming now! Look at me! These muscles!” The test subject was correct. He was growing, and his muscles were more visible, more full. He looked like a short lightweight bodybuilder, or perhaps a bodybuilder of average height. The signs of middle age in his face were fading. It was now hard to guess Mr. Vanderwesthuisen’s age. His chest protruded proudly. He stood there, the increasing volume of his quads and hamstrings pushing his legs wider apart. The outline of his abs was much more visible now: Six hard bronze-coloured hemispheres glistening of sweat. His manhood was growing inside his metallic green posing trunks, and his two proud bicepses were not the only growing steel-bulge of his. His shoulders looked like grapefruits – no, small melons, now, and there was a beefy trap running behind his neck, causing his neck to look beefier. You felt a mild feeling of dizziness, but recovered within seconds. ”Intensify radiation.” ”Intensifying anabolic radiation.” ”Increase power.” ”Increasing hypertrophic power.” Mr. Vanderwesthuisen’s eyes widened again. Voluntarily or involuntarily he flexed all of his muscles. And again. Flexed. And again. Two or three conflicting feelings shone from his eyes: Fear. Pleasure. And confidence. He did a crab pose in front of himself. Then he flexed both biceps, his mouth grinning confidently. Then his head arched back in abandon. His mouth opened, and he let a moan out. His muscle mass expanded outwards. His bone-structure re-structured with an ugly sound, and in a split-second you briefly sent a grateful thought at the analgesics flowing in Mr. Vanderwesthuisen’s body. A sick wet sound, like stuffing a leather sofa full of raw meat, was heard through the loudspeakers, but that sound was almost drowning in Mr. Vanderwesthuisen’s more and more loud moans of pleasure. Mr. Vanderwesthuisen’s penis was stretching his green metallic posing trunks further, and the root of his tanned manhood was now visible. Pre-cum drooled through the fabric of the very elastic posing trunks, and Mr. Vanderwesthuisen’s right hand blindly thrashed in the air, until his big, powerful hand cupped the head of his rod through the fabric of the poser. His left hand sqeezed his right pec. By now, he must have grown from 5’7’’ to 6 feet, and he could accurately be described as ”barrel-chested”. Metallic green was a suitable colour-scheme for a man beginning to look like a powerful machine. ”FUCK! YES! Look at me! All this mass! Behold your Alpha! I’m the Dominator! I’m coming! I’m huge now, and I will dominate the world! I’m… Uh, fuck, fantastic…” You became worried for his sanity, and the safety-script had run to it’s end anyway, so it was best to finish this test session. ”Deactivate radiation and power!” ”Deactivating hypertrophic power. Decreasing anabolic radiation.” ”NO! You can’t stop it now! I want more! I want EVERYTHING!” It was 266 lbs of powerful beef that stepped out of the Test Chamber. It approached you, and that fast. Mr. Vanderwesthuisen was angry now, and the welding-torches in his eyes were burning hot. Absent-mindedly, you noticed that Mr. Vanderwesthuisen’s posing trunks were too small now. Obscenely too small. The dizziness returned, and you coughed. He grabbed you by the collar of your lab coat, and you found yourself dangling in the air, while veins crawled over his 24’’ arms. ”Now, you little science geek, I want you to switch that Chamber on again. I want Alpha godhood, and I want it NOW. You have no idea how it feel to… Oh fuck, I’m still growing! You didn’t tell me about the after-effects…” There seemed to be after-effects. You hadn’t expected that. You were still dizzy, but you could see the impressed expressions on little Rob’s and Nate’s faces. You still dangled in the air. ”Now, Mr. Vanderwesthuisen, you have to calm down. Put me down, and…” ”Feel so good. I’m not Mr. Vanderwesthuisen anymore. I demand, that you call me Mr. V. now, and I tell you: Switch that Chamber on.” The dizziness. Black dots floating before your eyes. You felt uncomfortably warm. The dizziness. And then everything blacked out. Far, far away, you were dimly aware of a huge presence carrying you like a little child to somewhere else. Darkness swallowed your consciousness, and you fell into heat and the smell of sweat. * * * You felt uncomfortable and soaked in sweat. The air felt hot – too hot – and suffocating, and your face felt too warm. You couldn't move, and another nauseous wave of too warm and stuffy atmosphere surrounded you, tossed you around and returned you to reality. You could remember it all, but you must have become unconscious. You woke up, and found yourself in your own bed. You had wrestled with the sheets, and they were a damp mess. Something felt wrong about your ears. You touched them. Some sort of earbuds, but they were locked around your ears. Strange. You opened your eyes. Dark, but the outline of the window was visible. You rose. Still slightly dizzy. For how long had you slept? Moonlight outside the window. Moonlight over the tropical sea. You turned around. In the moonlight you could see the outline of an IV pole. You became suspicious. An empty bag was hanging there. No. Two empty bags were hanging there. What was going on? Mr. V’s insanity. Somehow, you had to call the authorities. No sign of your mobile phone anywhere. You had to go to the office room undetected. You were still dizzy, as you navigated the unlit nocturnal corridors of the compound. There it was. The office. You lifted the receiver from the old-fashioned stationary telephone. Not all equipment on the island had been updated. Your legs were shaky after the flu, and you felt exhausted. You dialled 112. Silence. "Hello? Anyone there? Can anyone hear me?" You felt a BIG warm presence behind you, and a BIG powerful hand pulled the receiver out of your hand, restoring it to its place, while a deep voice – a both pleasantly and threateningly deep voice – growled behind you: "What did I say about contacting authorities? Remember, I pay your rent, but don't worry: Welcome back from the sickbed. You are needed in the Lab." You turned around. It was Mr. V., and he was bigger now. * * * Part six is found: here.
  21. New Breed: Super Mutants (Prologue) Hi all! My first time writing AND posting a story here. So, what happened was, I made a couple of morphs some time last year. Instead of posting them in the media section though, I thought I’d try my hands at writing and share their backstory too. Only got the chance to write a bit recently. There’s not much eroticism in this chapter, just a prologue, sort of. Anyway, enjoy the story (and photos)! Link to my morphs’ thread for more stuff is at the end of this story. Also, English is not my first language so please bear with me. - New Angeles city – I really need to start going back to the gym, Jason thought as he twisted and turned in front of the mirror. The clock on his desk beeped and Jason looked over to check the time. 12:00 AM. Time to call it a day, he thought as he stretched his arms and yawned. He has spent the whole day, and the last few days reading reports of missing persons on the online “Missing Persons Database”. He had also been going through news portals and social media to check posts related to missing people in the city. The more he read, the more concerning it became for Jason. Over the past six weeks, there was a sudden increase in the number of people going missing across the city. A new report was filed every few days. What was even more alarming to Jason was the fact that all of them were mutants, including the young man Jason was hired to find, a 21-year-old named Benjamin Park. His sister, who saw Jason’s ads posted online, gave him a call a few days ago and offered him a pay of $50,000 to find and return her brother safely. Her brother had been missing for almost two weeks, and her family had grown frustrated with the police and their work. At 26 years old, Jason left his office job of two years to set up his own private investigator agency. Despite having no experience whatsoever with P.I. kind of work, Jason believed he could make it work. Jason was in fact a mutant with the power to cloak himself with a shroud that makes him (or others) invisible to the naked eye, and untraceable by most senses. The only weakness to his cloaking ability is that whatever he cloaks does not become intangible, so they are not completely undiscoverable. Jason’s ability had been super useful for his P.I. work based on the few cases he had taken and solved since he started the business. He could tail his “person of interest”, listen to their conversations, follow their every move and learn their secrets without the person ever knowing he was there until he gets the clue or proof he needed to solve the case. A bit creepy on his part, but it works. However, Jason had a feeling that this Benjamin Park case would not be a walk in the park like his previous cases. The fact that there were over twenty other mutants missing out there could not be a coincidence. And there is the risk that whoever or whatever is responsible for the missing mutants may not be good news for Jason himself. I’m gonna go on a long vacation after this one, Jason thought to himself. He looked at Benjamin’s photo on his Instagram again. The 21-year-old college junior has dyed his hair a deep red color, probably to match his mutant ability of pyrokinesis (the ability to generate and control flames). “He’s kinda cute,” Jason said as he smiled warmly. “Kick-ass power too.” Jason has been single for over a year now since he broke up with his boyfriend of six months when he left the Brotherhood. Putting aside the missing persons’ reports, Jason turned back to his personal investigation file for Benjamin where he had mapped his movements and activities, and deduced that whatever is happening has something to do with Stark Industries and their huge experimental facility just outside the city center. As a mutant, Jason has been wary of the multinational conglomerate and their work for quite a while now. His suspicion grew worse after “new management” took over the company several years ago, not long after Earth was invaded by aliens. The invasion ended with the disappearance of half the world’s population, which the media calls “The Purge”. The U.N. estimated exactly half the planet’s population disappeared, or more accurately turned into dust due to the event. Jason and his family were fortunately spared of the mysterious phenomenon, but most people he knew were not as lucky. Then, the infamous group of superheroes, The Avengers left Earth not long afterward. Some said they went to exact justice on the aliens responsible for The Purge and undo the event, while some believed they had abandoned Earth for greener pastures (or planet). Regardless of which was the truth, they never came back, the legendary Tony Stark included. Back to the present, there had been rumors that Stark Industries under the new management is involved in many shady businesses, including promoting terrorism overseas, discrimination and violence against mutants, and running illegal clinical experiments. The government, who is highly dependent on the company even before the Purge, was powerless against the conglomerate. But Jason was convinced that in order to find Benjamin, he had no choice but to get inside the experimental facility. Early the next day, Jason geared himself up for his ‘mission’. He has never been to any Stark Industries facility, but he assumed there are security measures he would need to overcome and being invisible may not be enough. Jason took out his precious stash of gadgets. He packed all three of the mini EMP generators, each the size of a DVD and capable of taking down electronics within a 10-meter radius. He also packed a few smoke bombs and an extendable blade, just in case he needs them. He had gotten these tools from his brief stint in the Brotherhood of Mutants just after he graduated college, which is a period of his life he would rather forget. Not only because he abhorred the Brotherhood’s goals and methods, but also because things did not end well with his ex-boyfriend, Kareem, who was a hardcore supporter of the whole “homo superior” ideology. Jason also added a few other tools he felt he might need like a utility knife, a headlamp, a mini first aid kit, and a small bottle of water, all packed in a small sling bag. By 8:30 AM, Jason was already standing (cloaked) just inside the main entrance of the great, white building complex. Getting through the guarded entrance was no problem, and getting into the building was easy enough as he only had to tail one of the employees. Jason spent the next few hours exploring the complex, trying to find clues that would point towards Benjamin’s or any of the other missing mutants’ location. He was walking along an empty corridor when a door on his right suddenly slides open, and two researchers walked out. Jason turned to his side just fast enough to avoid contact. One of them was a white male in his 30s, while the other was an Indian woman. “I still think we should’ve waited a bit more before we call the whole Board of Directors to come and observe,” said the female who wore her black hair in a tight bun. Both of them seemed like they were in a hurry, so Jason decided to trail them. “I agree, Nina. But Dr. Hopkins does not, and in the end, it’s what he thinks that matters most. He’s confident the experiment will work, and we are running out of test subjects. So, I guess he’s pretty much going all out. You know the Board is already considering pulling out and retract their funding for this project.” The two (with Jason in tow) continued walking along the corridor as they chat about the big experiment of the day.. “So, who’s going into the demonstration today?” Nina asked her colleague. “Is it 35?” The man, who Jason identified as Dr. Bryant from his name-tag, looked briefly at the notes on his tablet before he answered. “Yeah…Subject 32, Nikolai Mironov, and Subject 35, Benjamin Parks.” Jason went wide-eyed upon hearing the names. For one, he has found the clue for Benjamin’s potential whereabouts. In addition, Nikolai Mironov was a familiar name, unless subject 32 just coincidentally have the same name as the mutant he knew from the Brotherhood. From what he remembered; Nikolai was a 26-year-old, tall but skinny guy with the power of telekinesis (ability to move objects/matter with his mind). Though they never had much interaction before, Jason suspected that Nikolai had a crush on Kareem (his ex). “The two of them are the only ones to pass the preliminary tests with flying colors, so it’s only a matter of time,” Bryant continued. “I know…I think I just feel a little sorry for 35. When we offered him the internship here, he was so happy and excited about it. He’s quite intelligent too,” Nina said sympathetically. “And 32…did he really kill all those people at the diner?” “No idea. At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter, does it? Even for 32, they are all mutants, Nina. You have to remember our end goal here. Imagine if all goes well like Dr. Hopkins’ plan, soon we’d be able to create a team of super mutants under our control. We won’t have to be scared of any of them anymore.” If Jason was in the conversation, he would have been speechless after that. Looks like the rumors about Stark Industries are true. They are no different from the Brotherhood either. Bunch of extremists, Jason thought. The two scientists took Jason past a few electronically-secured doors into a huge room with control panels and computers. A handful of other scientists were either busy typing away or discussing work around the room. Solid walls enclosed the room on three sides including the entrance, while the fourth one was made of clear glass from the top to halfway down, which allowed them to look into another room that was connected by a door. This room was more chamber-like, with higher ceiling than the room they were in, and illuminated with bright white lights from the top. In the middle of the chamber was a huge, bluish crystalline object. The crystal, which Jason estimated to have a diameter of at least 6 feet, was suspended midair by a machine with cylindrical base and top parts. The machine was spinning slowly and emitted a soft, humming sound continuously. In the middle, the big crystal remained static, suspended by magnetic or whatever force was being produced by the machine. On either side of the machine were two reclining medical chairs with straps on them, which Jason assumed were for Subject 32 and 35. While Jason was busy examining the brightly-lit room, the door suddenly slides open and a group of people arrived. An older man in a lab coat who led the new arrival proceeded to introduce the other scientists to the newcomers. These must be the board members, Jason thought as he looked at the business-suit-wearing newcomers. One of them approached the glass wall and narrowed his eyes as he examined the crystal in the other room. “So, Dr. Hopkins, is this the Terrigen Crystal you’ve been working on?” the bald man said with a heavy southern accent. The others also stepped closer to have a look at the glimmering crystal. The leading scientist, Dr. Hopkins’ face lit up as he saw their interest in the crystal. “Indeed, Mr. Bowman. This, ladies and gentlemen is not just any Terrigen Crystal. This is our very own creation based on the Obelisk that was secured by S.H.I.E.L.D. This crystal, Extrigen as I call it, combines the best of both the alien technology that is Terrigenesis and an advanced version of the Extremis formula.” “Extremis…isn’t that--” one of the female board members started before Hopkins interrupted her. “Yes, Ms. Wilkes. The Centipede did an amazing job stabilizing the flawed work of the late Aldrich Killian and Dr. Maya Hansen. But I took it one step further,” Hopkins said, beaming with pride. “I—We, have done our own extensive studies, and we managed to produce a variation even better than the Centipede’s. From our tests so far, the subjects’ physical conditions were enhanced three to four times compared to what the Centipede’s can do at similar dosage.” “And this occurs without any adverse effects?” asked another Asian-looking, middle-aged man. “Yes, Mr. Hong. We have tested various dosages and the subjects all reacted positively. Of course, there are a couple of caveats for this. The first one being the dosages must be customized based on the subjects’ genetic makeup.” Hopkins explained. He paused for a few seconds and seemed hesitant before he continued. “The second condition is…the subject must be a mutant.” Upon hearing that, several of the board members’ faces soured and they began throwing questions angrily, while Hopkins and the rest of his team looked at each other uncomfortably. Raising his voice over his irate colleagues, Mr. Hong remained composed as he asked, “And how is this beneficial for us, Dr. Hopkins? Surely you are aware our main goal is to enhance our own race so that WE are the superior one, not the mutants.” The others stopped and fell silent as they waited for Hopkins’ answer. “We are very much aware of that goal, ladies and gentlemen.” “And yet your creation benefits them, not us!” spat a female board member. “It might seem that way, Ms. Goran. But I assure you we’ve figured out a way to take advantage of this.” He stopped short from adding “We are not stupid, you morons”. Instead, Hopkins produced a vial of bright blue liquid from his pocket and held it up for everyone to see. “This, ladies and gentlemen, is Cerulyze. A compound also developed by us that is capable of incapacitating a person’s cognitive ability, so much so that all they do is follow orders. Our orders.” “And this stuff works?” asked a skeptical Ms. Wilkes. “How are we not aware of this product’s development?” “Yes, it does, Ms. Wilkes. As long as we keep this compound running in their bloodstream, these mutants are not much of a threat to us. In fact, they are much easier to control,” Hopkins explained. “Cerulyze is a new product that we synthesized and developed from one of our earlier test subjects, a mutant with psychic abilities. She did not survive the Extrigenesis process, but we have progressed so much since then.” When he saw the Board members still looking at him with skepticism, Hopkins continued, “Words doesn’t mean much, I know. How about we proceed with the demonstration instead?” Hopkins stepped towards a console in the middle of the room and pressed on the button for the intercom. “Renner, Thomson, bring in subject 32 and 35.” “OK, Dr. Hopkins,” a gruffy male voice answered. “In the meantime, allow me to introduce our two subjects for today’s experiment,” Hopkins started as one of the screens switched on and a profile of Nikolai and Benjamin appeared. There was nothing new for Jason on the screen especially on Benjamin, but he noted Nikolai’s current status as a convicted felon who was charged with multiple homicide. He knew some of the Brotherhood’s members could be quite violent, but he would not have suspected the blond guy to be capable of something as horrific. Was he falsely accused? Jason thought to himself. There must be a whole story behind this. Plus, seems like kidnapping innocent mutants are not their only source of test subjects. As Hopkins was reading the stuff on the screen for his audience, a door in the experiment chamber opened and two security guards entered, guiding a test subject each. Nikolai and Benjamin both looked normal enough, if only a little sleepy. Both of them wore a plain, pale blue hospital gowns. The guards instructed them both to sit in the reclining chairs, with the ominous crystal in the middle. After securing the two mutants in their seat, the guards left through the door they came in from. Meanwhile, Jason was running possible scenarios in his mind. He knew he needed to rescue Benjamin before he gets subjected to the Extrigenesis process. He has heard of Terrigenesis before, and how the process is deadly for those who are not part of the race it was created for. Jason considered whether he should try and rescue Nikolai too, knowing it would make his mission much harder. “Fuck it,” Jason cussed under his breath as he took out two of his EMP generators and set the timer to two minutes. He then placed the devices under the tables at separate locations, hidden from view as he can’t use his cloaking ability from afar. He carefully sneaked his way past Dr. Hopkins and the other people in the room as he moved closer to the door connecting the room and the chamber. He hoped the EMPs would be enough to disable every electronics in the room and the hallway, create a distraction and give him enough time to rescue the incapacitated mutants. As long as I can cloak them, we don’t have to go far, Jason thought. “Now, as you can see subject 32 and 35 are under the effects of Cerulyze. They were given their daily dosage this morning, so they will remain under the effects throughout the whole experiment. We are going to subject them to Extrigenesis—” Hopkins’ speech was cut short when suddenly Jason’s EMP device went off. The computers and the lights immediately went out, plunging the room into darkness. In the experiment chamber, the equipment holding the crystal aloft also ceased to function, and the crystal itself dropped onto the floor. Elsewhere, the sound of a distant blaring alarm could be heard. The scientist Nina was the first to realize the danger they were in. Everyone was panicking in the darkened control room, but she quickly made her way towards exit, and managed to pull the door open. “Everyone, we have to leave now. Please come this way!” The panicked men and women became even more frantic and tried to make their way out of the room by following Nina’s voice. Hopkins too was panicked, but he was more worried about his experiment than his guests. It took quite some persuasion from his fellow scientists before he finally agreed to vacate the room. Meanwhile, Jason quickly made his way into the chamber. There was no light in there either, but the luminescent crystal was shimmering with a bluish light, and it was enough for Jason to find the strapped Benjamin. Uncloaking himself, Jason tried to shake the mutant awake. “Benjamin, can you hear me? Benjamin?!” Jason called as he took the young man’s shoulders in each hand and shook him roughly. The red-haired mutant let out a soft groan, but otherwise remained rigid and unresponsive. Jason struggled with the wrist straps holding Benjamin to the chair as he called for the other mutant. “Nikolai! Come on, wake up!!” Frustrated as he was, Nikolai remained completely motionless. Just as he managed to undo one of the straps on Benjamin, Jason heard a cracking sound coming from the crystal. He stared at the crystal, knowing something bad was about to happen. True enough, after a few seconds the Extrigen crystal suddenly exploded. Jason reflexively brought his arms up to cover his head. He expected to be bombarded with tiny shards of crystal, but when nothing happened, Jason opened his eyes to see that whole chamber was filled with a luminescent mist. Jason looked around him but the shimmering, blue mist was too thick that he could not even see Benjamin. “Benjamin! Nikolai!” Jason called for the two mutants, even though he knew it was useless. Even if they could hear him they were still too intoxicated to respond. Jason walked several feet through the mist, trying to either find Benjamin or find his way out. Then, just as sudden as the explosion, the Extrigen mist swirled around and began to envelop him, as if his body was sucking in the gaseous substance. Jason felt like he was being suffocated, and his whole body was suddenly overwhelmed with pain. He wanted to scream, but he felt like his mouth was sealed shut. His vision quickly darkened until it was pitch black. This is it, Jason thought. I’m dying here with these two. A few seconds of silence passed, when an abrupt, sharp pain stung his whole body. The pain continued and felt like it was never going to end. Or so he thought. After what felt like an eternity (which actually was only a couple of minutes), Jason felt the pain gradually leaving his body. His breathing became more stable, and Jason could feel like his senses have gone back to normal. He was still immobile, and an attempt to move his right arm resulted in him breaking out of a shell of some kind. The Extrigenesis mist must have solidified and formed a hard shell when it surrounded me, he thought. As he fully emerged from the destroyed shell, Jason knew everything was different. What…what is this intense feeling? Jason wondered. He felt invigorated and full of energy. He blinked his eyes, and the first thing that surprised him was how he could see clearly even though the chamber was in total darkness. Jason inhaled, and again was shocked by the diverse smells he could discern. It was as if he could smell each and every thing around him. Jason instinctively looked down at his own body, and his jaw dropped. Not only was he completely naked, but he has lost his swimmer physique and in its place was a body built like the hulk. Somehow, the Extrigenesis triggered a physical transformation in him. During the process, his clothes were torn to shreds and his sling bag was lost on the floor, somewhere. Jason knew he had grown massively from his 6-feet height, as the high ceiling looked closer than it had been. He estimated his new height to be about 8 feet tall. Looking down, Jason could not see past his pecs that now extended far above his torso. Jason lifted his arms to inspect them, and was greeted with a pair of arms more massively muscled than any bodybuilders he has ever seen. Their size was more like a bodybuilder’s thighs, easily measuring 25” around. His arms felt heavy and powerful, but then again so does every part of his new body. Jason moved his hands to his pecs and felt its hardness. It felt like he was touching satin-covered steel, smooth yet dense and hard as hell. Jason moved his hands slowly downward. His bulging, 58” pecs was so huge it created a good 6” overhang over his torso. His palms brushed over his thick nipples, and they were so sensitive that Jason had to stifle a moan. He traced his abs with his hands, and counted three pairs of rock-hard mounds of muscles each nearly the size of his palms. Jason pulled his elbows up towards his sides and ran his hands across the serrated contours of his lats. This is amazing! Jason thought. His transformed body felt powerful. He could feel the immense physical strength within each part of his body. A cracking sound from about ten feet away brought Jason back to reality. He must have closed his eyes while he was feeling and testing the fullness of his new muscles. Jason noticed a weirdly-shaped, 8 feet tall rock standing where Benjamin was before the crystal exploded. Surely enough, more cracking followed and suddenly a figure ‘flew’ upward and out of the rock-like shell. “Benjamin!” Jason said when he saw the figure’s face. He was elated to see the mutant had survived the process too. And like him, Benjamin was a new man. Benjamin floated several feet in the air with his eyes closed as if he was still not fully conscious. When he opened his eyes a few seconds later, they shone brightly with red energy, and immediately his body burst into flames. The fire enveloping Benjamin’s body was so bright and intense that it would have definitely burned or blinded those at such close distance, but Jason was able to look on comfortably (part of his new ability). This continued for a short while before Benjamin finally dismissed the flames and lowered himself back to the floor. With the flames gone, Jason was able to appreciate the physical transformation in the younger mutant. Similar to himself, the Korean-American mutant’s body had been fully transformed by the Extrigenesis process. Benjamin’s new hypertrophied body was a lot leaner, and yet still heavily muscled. The youthful mutant now stood at 7-foot-6 of pure, lean muscle. Even his face has become more chiseled, his previously youthful good looks transformed into a beautifully masculine face. His brown eyes have turned into a bright red color similar to his hair. His steeply-sloping traps bulged out from his thick neck, leading Jason’s eyes to a pair of striated, boulder-sized delts. His incredible 54” pecs bulged with power over eight pack of corrugated abs and erotically tight, 31” waist. His 22” upper arms featured definitions and vascularity of strenuously pumped muscles even as they remain relaxed on either side of his muscle-bound upper body. Moving his eyes lower, Jason was treated to a display of Benjamin’s insanely-defined quads which flared out with pure muscle, each measuring nearly the same thickness of his waist. The muscles of his upper legs flowed gently toward his equally defined and striated calf muscles. Studying his own enhanced musculature, Benjamin gracefully moved his massive left leg forward, causing the muscles to ripple and dance under his glistening skin. To top off his incredibly aesthetic physique, his equally beautiful and meaty cock hung 10.5” down, completely soft. He would later learn that his sex organ when completely aroused would push the measuring tape to 16” long and over 3” wide. In addition, Jason thought his bodyfat must have been as minimal as humanly possible since all his muscles looked as if they were shrink-wrapped with flawless, tanned skin that was almost golden in color. Jason also noted the young man seemed filled with life, unlike earlier when he was under the effects of the mind-paralyzing Cerulyze. Looking up straight ahead, Benjamin finally noticed Jason, who was still busy drinking in the view. As he laid his eyes on Jason, Benjamin was immediately attracted by the vision of the dark-skinned muscle-god before him. Similar to his own body, Jason’s transformed physique was the epitome of virility and masculinity. Benjamin’s eyes hungrily took in the sight of Jason’s handsome face and overdeveloped muscled body. His eyes were bright gold in color, which contrasted strikingly with his rich brown skin. His full lips were just so luscious and inviting. Benjamin could not help but to fantasize how good they would feel on his own. His eyes traveled down Jason’s thick, powerful neck, toward the twin plates of pectoral muscles so big they hung far out over his chiseled abs, even further than his own. Despite his relaxed standing posture, his muscle-strewn lats pushed his arms far out on either side of his twin breastplates. Jason’s arms were laced with a network of thick veins, and relaxed as he was, the muscle fibers within them bulged with promise of impenetrable hardness and power. The rounded masses of muscles were topped with deltoids that resembled the size and density of cannonballs. Jason’s taut waistband must have measured no more than 34”. His relatively small midsection simply highlighted the proportion and immensity of his upper and lower body. If it was not for his own overdeveloped muscles, Benjamin would have thought Jason’s physique to be simply unreal. Gigantic, rippling quads supported the heavy upper body and framed his equally powerful-looking genitals. The soft organ was easily a foot long, and thick as a beer can. Behind the organ, his balls which were pushed forward by his heavily-cabled thighs hung low. While Benjamin’s balls resembled large apples in size and shape, Jason’s testicles weighed down his sac like two unnaturally large eggs. Benjamin’s cock throbbed as his eyes took in Jason and his muscle-bound body. He had always been attracted to muscular men, but Benjamin noticed whatever caused his transformation was also making him hornier than usual. A vibration in the air temporarily brought Jason and Benjamin out of their muscle-appreciation daze. They both turned their attention to the source that was subject 32. The two mutants were too mesmerized by each other’s transformed physique that they did not noticed the blond mutant had only just now broken out of his shell. And just as Benjamin and Jason were busy appraising one another, Nikolai was busy contemplating his own transformation. His post-transformation build was more similar to Jason’s, though he looked like a muscled wonder in his own right. The new Nikolai remained the tallest of the three as he had grown from a scrawny 6’ 4” man, to an 8’ 2” absolute hulk. The blond super mutant’s previously brown eyes were now a mix of blue and green, and at the moment they were fixated on his own huge guns. He lightly shook out his arms. Even unflexed they were astounding in size and definition. Nikolai bent his right arm, and slowly raised it into a bicep pose. As he raised his forearms to vertical, the bicep peaks grew and grew into a huge, hardened ball of muscles rippling with throbbing veins. His triceps too bulged and rippled on the underside. Still studying his gigantic bicep, Nikolai flexed the balled muscle, causing it to harden and grow even thicker to the point of threatening to burst through his paper-thin skin. As he did so, Jason and Benjamin could feel an invisible force acting in sync with his flexing motion, though the blond mutant seemed oblivious to it. Each time he tightens his flex, an invisible wave pulled every movable object within the chamber toward him, while the force pushes everything outward when he did the opposite. As he stood there watching Nikolai’s demonstration, Jason thought the Extrigenesis must have done more than enhanced the three of them physically. Their unique abilities must have been enhanced significantly too, and god knows what new powers they now possess as well. Satisfied with the power in his flexed, 28-inch upper arm, Nikolai lowered his right arm and turned his attention to the rest of his body, as did his audience of two. Benjamin in particular was drawn to Nikolai’s gorgeous, 60” pectorals, which were dominated by a pair of dark, fleshy areolae and huge nipples that projected half an inch outward. Under his monstrous pectoral muscles, his fat-free abs featured an 8-pack of cobblestone-sized muscles and crisscrossing veins. The rest of his body carried the height advantage he had over the other two as well. Just like them, Nikolai’s new body was a sculpted perfection. Wide lats, tremendous upper body, 35” thighs, and stupendous calf muscles all tied to a trim, 34” waist. In between the tree-trunk thighs, his limp cock measured over 14” in length, and was quite similar to Jason’s in girth and its vein-lined appearance. A pair of grapefruit-sized balls competed with each other for space as they were pushed forward by his rock-hard quads, and they in turn forced his cock forward. The footsteps and voices of a group of people approaching from several hundred meters alerted the three super mutants and stopped their examination of each other’s godly physiques short. Heightened as their senses were, they knew the security force was coming their way to secure their test subjects and precious, yet ultimately lost, Extrigen crystal. As the footsteps grew closer, the three super mutants looked at each other and as if reaching an unspoken understanding, readied themselves for a fight. --End of prologue— For full-resolution photos, plus a few other extra stuff including a bonus character, visit my morph thread here. Also, thank you for reading! Feedback/comments are very welcomed. p/s: No idea when/if I'd write the next chapter though.
  22. dangerdanger

    Tetas de hombre

    UNO El asunto del pecho de Nico al parecer era muy conocido. Nico y yo eramos amigos desde jardín. Habíamos ido a la misma primaria y cuando entramos en la segundaria nuestros padres eligieron mandarnos a colegios diferentes. De todos modos todavía seguiamos siendo amigos y cada tanto solíamos invitarnos a dormir. Durante los años de secundaria la mamá de Nico había decidido darle pastillas para el crecimiento, ella era una mujer petisa y tenía miedo de que su hijo no creciera demasiado. A Nico el asunto lo tenía sin problema y hasta ese momento él no había sido más bajo o más alto que nadie en el colegio. Pero a medida que los años de secundario iban pasando las cosas empezaron a cambiar. Lo primero que sucedio es que la voz de Nico se volvió más gruesa. Después ocurrió que pegó un estirón y me sacó una cabeza. Nico siempre había sido muy jodón y desde entonces empezó a decirme enano. —¿Que hacés enano? ¿Que tal la vista desde el subsuelo? Después le creció el pecho. No fue algo progresivo, fue casi como de un día para otro. Dos enormes pectorales asomaron como montañas sobre su pecho. Nico se reía. Decía que sus amigos lo llamaban la tetona. Era un pecho impresionante, yo nunca había conocido a nadie con un pecho tan grande. No era desproporcionado sino que era del tamaño perfecto, ancho y suave. No caía como esas tetas de viejos de 60 o de gordos a los que se les cae la grasa. Era un pecho grande, simplemente como si se le hubiera expandido la caja torásica y le hubieran crecido los músculos. Entonces ocurrió que Nico empezó a coger. Eso le causaba gracia, decía que las chicas le tocaban el pecho todo el día. —Les encanta —decía cuando se quitaba la remera y se miraba frente al espejo. Nico no tenía un gramo de grasa, no es que fuera super musculoso, solo que su cuerpo emanaba fuerza y energía sexual. Se paraba frente al espejo y se masajeaba el pecho mientras decía. —Les encanta. No sabés como me tocan todo el pecho, se vuelven locas —y después se miraba de costado y de frente—. Lo tengo enorme. ¿Que te parece, enano? ¿Te parece que tengo el pecho muy grande? ¿Me lo querés tocar? —Salí, boludo —le decía yo y él se cagaba de risa. Después se agarraba el pecho con ambas manos y decía: —Tetas de hombre —y eso era todo. Al parecer sus amigos también cargaban con eso. Le decían la tetona y a Nico le encantaba. Siempre que podía se sacaba la remera. —¡Salí de acá tetona! —le decían sus amigos. —¡Dejá de mostrar las tetas! Pero a Nico eso no lo intimidaba y siempre decía: —¿Querés tocarme las tetas? ¡Dale, veni! ¡Tocame las tetas! Una vez en su cumpleaños uno de sus amigos empezó a cargarlo con eso de las tetas grandes. Nico se sacó la remera y dijo: —Veni si sos macho, dale, tocame las tetas. El amigo fue y empezó a tocarle el pecho. —¡Aw Nico! —decía haciéndose el que se calentaba, mientras todos se cagaban de risa—. Que fuerte que sos, que pecho de macho que tenés, que tetas, que fuerte que sos. Tetas Nico, tetas, dame tus tetas. Y todos se morían de risa, incluso Nico. Para ese entonces yo le llegaba tan solo hasta la linea de sus pectorales. Para mí Nico se estaba volviendo un gigante. Por esa época Nico empezó a juntarse con otros amigos más grandes que nosotros. En especial con uno que se llamaba Juanito. Yo no lo conocía pero al parecer Juanito estaba todo el tiempo hablando de sexo, de tetas, de conchas, de pijas, de minas y de como cogérselas. Todo el material que Nico traía a mi casa las noches que venía a dormir era de Juanito. Así fue como empezó a traer fotos de minas en bolas, con unas tetas enormes o cogiendo. Cuando mis papás se habían ido a dormir pausábamos el jueguito que estuvieramos jugando y nos poníamos a ver las fotos. —Mirá esta hija de puta, como me la cogería —decía Nico mientras se tocaba la pija debajo del pantalón. Un día así fue como empezamos a pajearnos. Nico trajo unas fotos, nos sentamos frente al monitor y él dijo: —Boludo, pajiémosnos —y sin esperar que yo dijera nada se sacó la remera y se desabrochó el pantalón. La pija que salió era enorme, yo nunca había visto una pija tan grande en mi vida. En especial porque la mia era bastante chiquita; la de Nico parecía diez veces mas grande. —Dale, boludo, ¿Que esperas? —me dijo Nico mientras se masturbaba y su pija crecía y crecía. —Boludo, la tenés enorme —le dije. —El otro día la medimos con Juanito —dijo Nico mientras se masturbaba—. Treinta y cinco centímetros. Yo saqué la mia y empezé a pajearme. —Boludo, ¿Que es eso? —me preguntó—. Tenés un mani. Le pegué en el hombro y me fui al baño. —¡Boludo, no te enojes, es un chiste! Cuando salí del baño Nico había vuelto a jugar a los jueguitos. Me pidió perdón y jugamos hasta que se hizo de madrugada. Otro día vino con una sonrisa en la cara. —Tengo unas fotos que te vas a morir. Se hizo de madrugada y me mostró lo que había traido. Por alguna razón las pasaba bien rápido, hasta que llegó a la foto que me quería mostrar. Era la foto de una pija enorme. Solo se veía la pija y un poco de las piernas y la panza. Se notaba que era un hombre musculoso. —¿Cual decís que es mas grande? —preguntó—. Esa o la mia. Y sin esperar mas se bajó el pantalón y empezó a pajearse. Antes de que estuviera toda parada se sacó la remera y mientras con una mano se masturbaba con la otra empezó a tocarse el pecho: esas enormes tetas musculosos que tenía. Cuando estuvo del todo parada Nico se paró y dijo: —¿Y? ¿Cual decís que es mas grande? Mire ambas pijas, eran las dos enormes, simplemente enormes y gruesas. —No sé, parecen igual de grandes. —¿Vos decís? —Yo creo que la del chabon es mas grande —dijo Nico mientras se masajeaba una teta. A la siguiente vez trajo un video porno y algo que había aprendido. Juanito le había enseñado a hacer competencias de wascasos. —Nos pajeamos y el que aguanta mas y acaba mas gana. Pusimos el video y nos empezamos a pajear. La pija monstruosa de Nico se paró como un mástil. La mia apenas lograba ponerse dura. Heché una mirada a las enormes tetas de Nico y acabé. El wascaso entró en mi mano como un chicle. —¿Ya estás? Ja, ¡que chabón! Nico se siguió pajeando y pajeando. Se tocaba las tetas y se masajeaba la pija con una y con las dos manos. —Tengo la pija enorme, boludo —decía—, casi tan grande como mis tetas. Mirá el tamaño de mis tetas, boludo. Estoy enorme. Tengo mas tetas que la puta esa —dijo y se puso de pie. Fue al baño y dijo: —Mirá esto, enano. Me paré al lado y vi salir un chorro de wasca como si hubiera abierto una canilla. —Te lleno la bañera de leche, boludo. Jaja, mirá toda la leche que tengo. Otra vez me dijo: —Boludo, nos tenemos que pajear cruzado. Es zarpado. —¿Que? ¿Cruzado? —Si boludo, yo te pajeo a vos y vos a mi. —Dejate de joder, boludo, no te quiero tocar la pija. —Boludo, es lo mismo. ¿Que te cambia? Es una pija. Los dos tenemos una pija... Y puso un video de una mina a la que se la cogían tres tipos. Nico sacó su pija y yo hice lo mismo. —¿Así toda floja? —le pregunté. —Dale, boludo —dijo y me sacó la mano y me agarró la pija con dos dedos. Su mano era mucho mas grande que la mia y entre sus dedos mi pija todavía parecía mas chica. Se me paró al toque. —Dale, agarrame, boludo. Agarré su enorme pija con una mano y empecé a subir y bajar. Nunca había sentido una pija tan grande. Acabé en un segundo. —¡aw, boludo! Me llenaste la mano de leche. Tenés que controlarla, forro. Se limpió con mi remera y después se puso en cueros. —Ahora termina con la mia. Le agarré la pija temblando. Había crecido por la mitad, pero ya era algo impresionante. Un segundo después se puso tan dura como una piedra y tan gruesa que apenas podía rodearla con mi mano. —Apretá con fuerza, boludo. ¡Dale! ¡Ponele ganas! –Estoy apretando todo lo que puedo. —Dale, boludo, ¿me estás jodiendo? —Forro, la tenés enorme. —Dale pelotudo, apretá en serio. ¿Así te pajeas? —Boludo, no tengo la culpa que tengas una pija gigante. —Usá las dos manos. Agarré su pija con las dos manos y Nico empezó a tocarse las tetas. —Uh, que grande que la tengo, mirá tus manitos, son diminutas. Ja! Dale, pajeame con ganas. Jaja, mirá el tamaño de esa pija. Dios, que grande que estoy. Y ahí sin pensar en lo que hacía se la chupé. Nico me empujó y se puso de pie. —¿Que hacés, boludo? ¿Sos puto? —dijo y me pegó una piña en el hombro que me tiró al suelo. Nico debía pesar el doble que yo, tenía una fuerza que yo no podía imaginar. Se vistió, se subió el pantalón y se fue. A los pocos días alguien tocó el timbre de casa. Era Nico. —¿Puedo pasar? Le dije que si. Nos sentamos en mi cama y no dijimos nada. Después nos pusimos a jugar al street fighter. Cuando se hizo la madrugada Nico puso pausa y dijo: –¿Me querés chupar la pija? No respondí. Nico se sacó la ropa, estaba mas enorme que nunca. Se paró delante mio mientras se masturbaba. Yo veía su inmensa pija crecer y crecer y crecer sobre mi cabeza y en lo alto sus enormes tetas musculosos moviéndose suavemente. Cuando estuvo parada Nico agarró me puso una mano en la cabeza y me acercó a su pija. Me resistí, cerré la boca con fuerza y me apretó la poronga gigante contra el cachete haciendo presión. —Dale, abrí la boca, enano. Me apretaba con la pija. —Dale, mirá lo grande que la tengo, dale puto. Entonces abrí la boca e intenté morderlo, pero era tan grande que no pude cerrar la boca. —Así me gusta, putito, chupame la pija —decía mientra me sostenía la cabeza con una mano y con la otra se tocaba las tetas—. Awww que bien que chupas, enano. Chupamela toda, dale. ¿Te gusta? Mira lo grande que la tengo. Dale, chupame toda la pija, dale, mirá lo grande que es. Es enorme. La tengo re dura. ¿Te gusta eso? Dale, chupame las bolas, Jaja, que puto que sos enano. Te morías de ganas de chuparme la pija. ¡Que chabón! Dale, hasta el fondo, jajaja te vas a atragantar. La tengo muy grande. Uh me vas a hacer acabar —dijo y me agarró la cabeza con fuerza para que no me moviera—. ¡Tomá puto! ¡Tomate toda la leche que tengo! Dijo y acabó una cantidad imposible de wasca. Hasta el punto que me atraganté y me salió por la nariz. Casi me ahogo tomándome la leche de Nico. —Boludo, casi me matás —le dije y le empecé a pegar en el pecho, en ese increible y enorme pecho musculoso que sus amigos llamaban tetas de hombre. Tetas de hombre, enormes y cubiertas de una capa de pelo. Me cansé de pegarle y empecé a acariciarle el pecho. Era una masa enorme de músculos perfectos. —Jajaj, mirá como quedaste chabón —dijo Nico mientras yo le tocaba el pecho como si no se diera cuenta que lo estaba tocando. Me limpió la cara con un pañuelo mientras yo seguía tocando su pecho —¿Te gustan mis tetas? —dijo y las flexionó para que yo viera lo duras que eran. Yo lo tocaba y lo tocaba mientras sentía la enorme fuerza de su pecho bajo mi manos. Ese pecho inmenso y lleno de musculos que todavía estaba creciendo. Y sin mas se le paró la pija otras vez y me agarró la cabeza para que se la chupara de nuevo. Así empezamos.
  23. whitesimeon

    All over again.

    A short story... You know you'd do it differently. If you could decide again you know you'd have started in your room. Just push ups. Simple squats. Asking for that beginners set of dumbells for Christmas. You remember that. When you were ready, you'd join the gym. You wouldn't be shy. You'd read everything you could. Pictures of the greats torn from magazines and plastered on your wall. And slowly you'd grow. Enough to be asked to flex by your friends as you laugh and pretend to be embarrassed. But you'd grow; surpassing half your peers. Then most of your peers. Sport is good, but it's not good for what you desire; for what you want your body to become. Surpassing those peers one year, two years above you. Huge. Growing. So big already but just starting out. Buy that one size too small. Let them see. Let them understand. Reward yourself. When you finally got your hands on 'it'; you made the ultimate sacrifice, putting the 'best years of your life' on the altar of growth. Grotesquely large muscles piling on to your frame, veins cascading down each peak. Thanks to 'it'. Unblemished skin contorted into an acne ridden stetch marked surface. For 'it.' Hair drawing back, brow, jaw shaped by the internal external, fighting against your expected appearance. No longer your father's son. 'It's' child. An inch, maybe two of height snatched by 'it'. For 'it' is now you. You are now the biggest in your neighbourhood. You're talked about. Envied. So now. Where are you today? Right now. Well that's up to you. Did you condition to compete? Winning everything. Deals. Sponsorships. Are you now number one on the stage, flexing for the world. Greedy for glory. Did you get the growth bug; did you start powerlifting, building brute strength, mass, neck buried in muscle? The biggest, strongest. Are you a muscled model; perfect. Naked. Porn and fitness star. Is that you know? Or did you refuse to be anything; just lifting, growing, changing; a big knot of massive ugly, veined, bloated waddling muscle. Just for you. Only you know. But whatever became of you is exactly what you knew you had to be.
  24. Hialmar

    Descent into growth : Part 3

    The story began: here. Part 2 is found: here. Descent into growth Part 3 When the day came, everything seemed so normal, and so matter-of-fact. The four of you were sitting at the breakfast table, the kitchen-staff and the cleaners suitably preoccupied somewhere else. You, little Rob and Mr. Vanderwesthuisen were eating the usual high-protein breakfasts you had all become familiar with in the last few weeks. Nate wasn't eating anything. "How do you feel after a night on nutrition-IV?", you asked Nate. The sinewy little fighter beamed of restless energy, and the scent of shower gel and anti-perspirant steamed from his tight and hard little body. "Feels weird to not eat breakfast with you, but I feel ok. I'm not hungry. Actually, I'm full." "And how did this morning's workout go?", Mr. Vanderwesthuisen asked, with an eager voice. In the last days building up for the main experiment, Mr. Vanderwesthuisen had become restless. Restless and eager. His, sometimes arrogant, eyes now burned with curiosity. Nate smiled, unknowingly allowing his smile to hit you all like a flash. His golden brown eyes glittered in mischief and cockyness: "Feel pumped and sore, in a good way. Loved the full-body workout Doc prescribed before the experiment. Wasn't sure if I would follow through till I reached the last exercise, but I did, prolly 'cause Doc's super-nutrition. Lifted more heavy, than I thought possible without a pre-workout." Nate returned to addressing you: "Now. What's next?" You swallowed your scrambled eggs, and cleared your throat. "As I told you before. I had to assess, that you had recovered from the virus, that spread your new improved DNA. It seems like you have. Then, you had to spend one night with the nutrition-IV and follow that up with a full-body-workout schedule, in order to ensure, that all your muscles will be in a state receptive for ultra-enhanced recovery and hypertrophy, which they now are. Next step is to inject you with a formula, which will increase your production of beneficial hormones and decrease your myostatin. It will also ..." "What's myostatin?" It was Rob who answered: "It's a chemical in your body, setting a limit to how big your muscles become. We are removing that limit." Then he fell silent and blushed, because he might have had spoken out of bounds. Your protective instincts rose again. During the months together, the short and portly lab-assistant had gradually revealed a bright intellect and a witty sense of humour under the surface of shyness. He had once described himself as "belonging to the repressed middle-class" and Nate "belonging to the oppressed working-class". He had also confided in you, that he felt of two minds about working for Mr. Vanderwesthuisen: "Am I a hypocrite, because I now work for Mr. Vanderwesthuisen, when I protested against the 1% as a student? This income. That insurance. Free accommodation. The beach. The gym. This job is too good to be true. Thanks for coaching me, by the way." The enthusiastic voice of Nate brought you back to the present: "No limits. Exploding testo. Ultra-enhanced recovery. I love this." You took up the thread where you had lost it: "The formula will also contain an analgesic, specially designed to remove any pain from growing bone tissue and muscle tissue. You will remain awake, and you will retain your sense of touch and temperature." "Analgesic?", Nate asked. "Painkiller.", Rob prompted. When you left the dining room for the laboratory, Nate gave Rob an encouraging thump in the back, in a gesture you had seen jocks use at your gym. Rob returned the gesture with a few awkward pats on Nate's back. You had seen the relation between the two young men improve. In the first weeks, Nate had avoided the fancy-talking lab assistant, and Rob had shyly avoided working out in the gym when Nate was exercising. More recently, they had warmed up to each other, and found some shared ground in films and computer games. Nate had even, unexpectedly, taken over your role as Rob's coach at the gym. Three of you had the access code to the Lab. There were emergency doors made of armour-plating and lead-plates connected to detectors, in case any dangerous substance or radiation would begin to leak. When you entered the Lab, several different scents greeted you: Shavings and the scent of rodents from the guineapig cages, cleaning solution, methylated spirits and the indescribable dry sort of smell present in areas where high-voltage equipment is running. You switched on the computer, on which you stored and ran the morphogenetic fields, and you switched on the computer, that controlled the levels of anabolic radiation and hypertrophic power. Little Rob checked the gas canisters and the hose connecting the cannister and the Test Chamber. "Will you write the present stats down, Rob, will you?" Rob did: "Height: 5'6''. "Weight: 145 lbs "Chest: 36 inches "Waist: 27 inches You were too preoccupied with the preparations to notice the size of Nate's firm, but apple-sized, bicepses. The Test Chamber was warming up, and you were fetching the serum in the refrigerator. Mr. Vanderwesthuisen was watching the procedure with great interest. You had tried to advice him, not to attend something, that was purely a scientific pursuit, but he had insisted. Your scientific instincts disagreed: A medical experiment isn't some sort of entertainment. The tacky green interior lighting lit up the Test Chamber, and you remembered Mr. Vanderwesthuisen's flippant comment: "You have to cheer the test-subjects up. They will feel more Hulk-like, in that illumination." You dabbed the crook of Nate's right arm with alcohol, and then gave him the injection. This was the point of no return. The chemical compounds and the altered DNA had now begun to interact inside the wiry little fighter. No-one knew for sure, what the added effect of the gas, the anabolic radiation and the hypertrophic power would lead to, but if the guineapigs were giving you any clues, the result would be rather sensational. You and Nate watched each other in silence, and you fell short of words, because of the gravity of the situation. Nate gave little Rob a hug, and entered the sluice. The interior atmosphere was pumped into the sluice, and Nate was able to enter. You were ready to begin the experiment. It was Mr. Vanderwesthuisen who broke the silence: "And so it begins." * * * Part 4 is found: here.
  25. Dr. Robinsen’s pecs bounced as they slowly expanded out in the now loose fitting t-shirt, covered by a white lab coat. Drinking the serum had been a mistake but it had to be tested on someone and the doctor didn’t trust anybody else. The room was spinning, vertigo was giving way to darkness, as the unfortunate scientist fell unconscious onto the lab bench, sending unlabeled bottles of mysterious chemicals flying. Outside the manor house, a young junior executive for Body Connections stood knocking at the door. His company had recently purchased a muscle growth enhancement formula from Dr. Robinsen and he had traveled out to the country in person to pick it up. A butler answered the door, “Terry Jones, here to see Dr. Robinsen.” He said. “You’re expected, the doctor is in the laboratory. I’m to take you there.” He said leading the way through the impressive manor house. On the wall was a portrait of a man next to his wife and kids. He assumed that was the doctor, although he was feeling guilty about not looking up any information on the Dr. Robinsen before hand. At the end of a long hallway was a steel door. The butler opened it and stood back. “The laboratory is in there.” He pointed and walked away. Terry walked into the poorly lit room that smelled of chemicals and animal cages, a little annoyed at being left to find his own way. Then in an instant his heart jumped into his mouth as he saw a man slumped over onto one of the lab benches. Terry ran over and lifted his head. He had very smooth skin apart from the five o’clock shadow that covered his face. His long blond hair was tied up into a ponytail making him look more like a Vegas magician than a doctor. He certainly wasn’t the man from the portrait. “Dr. Robinsen?” He shouted, shaking the unconscious man in front of him with difficulty due to his powerful muscular frame. He slowly opened his eyes. “Yes? What is it?” He said in a stupor, then his eyes opened widely. He felt his chest and then his arms. “Oh no...” He said moving his hands over his mouth. Jumping out of his stool so quickly that he knocked it over, he ran to a mirror and felt his face and body. “Dr. Robinsen… I… uh… I’m here for the formula. You said we could pick it up today. I’ve been authorized to sign a contract for you for fifty million dollars for the exclusive right to manufacture it.” He had to repeat himself several times before the doctor would even acknowledge him. Finally he twirled around and said, “No no! It’s not ready! I have to fix… gnnnn” The sentence was cut short as his hands grabbed his stomach and he bent over on the floor. “GNNNNN” Terry watched as the doctor’s body heaved with labored breathing. Veins began to pop out in his neck. “Should I call 911?” He asked. “No!” He bellowed and them grabbed his throat as shoulders began to expand again. Terry could see the sleeves of his lab coat filling out as the doctor’s biceps and triceps inflated. Was this the growth serum?! How could it be working this quickly? Terry ran up Dr. Robinsen and put his hand on the man’s shoulder. “What’s happening?!” But he didn’t need an answer, he could feel the deltoid under his hand swelling against his fingers. The doctors pecs were imprinting themselves against the t-shirt and stretching it out so much he could hear the fibers straining. The doctor looked down and grabbed his crotch, feeling incredible pain as he looked down in horror at the bulge that was fighting it’s way against some very tight jeans. “AGHHHH!” He shouted, quickly unbuttoning them and pulling out a 9’’ soft cock and balls the size of lemons. “Oh god no!” He shouted. At that moment his pecs and deltoids had swollen so much that they tore his t-shirt down the front revealing his rock hard core, framed by the lab coat and the torn t-shirt. His biceps burst through the sleeves of the white coat as they swelled out like two massive boulders. Terry backed away, afraid of what was happening as the prostrate man before him groaned in pain. His denim ripped with an awful sound revealing two massive undulating thighs and an expanding bubble butt. “Fuck… it’s too much! Got the… ratios wrong!” He grunted as his body continued to swell including his feet which he was desperately working to pull out of his shoes. Inch by inch the doctor grew taller and the expanding body ripped through the tattered remnants of his clothes. His balls sank lower, swelling to the size of baseballs as his 11’’ soft cock drooped over his massively swelling thighs. His lats pushed those massive arms outward as his back thickened with extreme definition. He struggled to stand as his traps fully engulfed his neck and his pecs continued to swell, forcing his nipples downward. He looked at his body in horror and looked up at Terry. “Get out!” He roared. “Get out now!” He said throwing over a lab bench. Terry bolted from the lab and down the hall without looking where he was going causing him to collide with a portly man in his fifties. “What the hell is going on down there!?” He shouted. Terry recognized him from the painting in the hall. “Dr. Robinsen!” He shouted. “There’s a man in there, you...your assistant maybe. He’s changing… going berserk!” “What are you talking about? I’m Johnathan Robinsen. Dr. Robinsen is my wife!” Terry’s eyes grew round as saucers. “Ohhhh dear… I… I… think she may want some time to herself right now.” He said and ran out the front door.
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