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Getting Used to Being Unstoppable

 

Brock (Part 1)

 

My cock started to get hard as I watched the huge truck moving towards me.  I couldn’t help myself.  I was so turned on by the fact that my body was not going to budge even a fraction of an inch when hit by a speeding semi.  The poor bastard driving the thing didn’t realize that the cab around him was about to be compacted like an empty soda can that’s been crushed.  I knew my cock was dribbling pre-cum just from the anticipation of feeling steel pressed into my body and my muscles causing it to mold around me.  I thrust my crotch forward a little so the first thing that would be pounded by the front of the truck would be the tip of my hard pole.  I knew that would cause me to spew a massive load.  Damn it is so nice to be this fucking unstoppable.  I can see the truck speed up, the driver gunning it so he can flatten me completely.  He is going to be so surprised, if he lives through the impact. 

 

The head of my hard prick comes into contact with the grating on the front of the truck first.  I can feel the tip penetrate the steel plate as if it’s just a Kleenex.  Suddenly the front hood of the truck meets my hard body.  It feels like I’m at the beach and a wave is crashing past my body.  My head and shoulders stick out a little higher than the truck.  This means I get to watch the face of the driver for those few seconds as motor and hood of the roaring machine instantly bend around my muscled torso.  A gap is ripped straight up the middle of the trucks front to make room for my unmoving bulk.  I flash an eat-shit grin at the driver right before every airbag in the big cab inflates and completely surrounds him.  The back of the truck rises in the air from the impact and then slams back down to the ground instantly.  The front windshield and the two side windows instantly shatter as the cab is squeezed together like some kind of large accordion.  Then, as quickly as the impact happened, there is no movement whatsoever.  The big semi has come to a complete halt and I have not moved at all.  The motor is completely destroyed and non-functioning.  The only sound is hissing from the mangled radiator.  I also realize that I have emptied a load of my super cum into the body of the truck.  It was too much for my cock to handle as I demolished a huge machine without lifting a finger.  I am thankful that the truck has not exploded, not that it would have hurt me at all, but I really don’t want the driver to die. 

 

I push my arms outward since they have been pinned to my body by the metal on either side of me.  It is like I am brushing off a sheet that has been laid on my body.  I am basically standing where the windshield begins – with that much of the truck’s hood around and behind me.  As I move my arms from my sides the motion rips the truck in two, both sides pushing out to the side.  I hear the driver moaning and then I see him as the cab is opened up because the truck is torn apart by my strength.  I can see the guy is pinned to the seat by the steering wheel.  I continue pushing forward and outward, pushing the two sides of the truck further apart.  The noise is deafening as I cause steel to rip apart as easily as most people tear the perforated edges of paper towels.  I make my way even with the driver’s seat.  He is conscious and staring at me with disbelief.  I reach up and push his seat backwards. With just one hand I cause the half of cab around him to expand back to it normal size.  Now his body is away from the steering wheel. 

 

I reach up and wrap a big hand around the column supporting what was just pinning him.  I easily rip the entire mechanism – column, steering wheel, and half of the remaining dashboard – from the truck and throw it backwards over my shoulder.  The driver watches all of this stunned.  I then slide my pinky up between his chest and the seatbelt that pins him to the seat tightly.  I break through the material with just a slight flick of my smallest finger.  The guy’s jaw falls open in total disbelief and awe.  All that has just happened has finally registered in his stunned brain.

 

“No fucking way.”

 

That’s all he says before he passes out – caused either from the impact of the crash or from witnessing the amazing power of my huge muscled body.  I grab the front of his flannel shirt with one hand and pull him from the truck.  I’m holding him at my side the way a child might hold a Raggedy Ann doll.  I easily bring my arm up and flop his limp body over my shoulder.  I then bend my massive legs slightly and jump up into the dark night sky, leaving a hole in the pavement - caused by my powerful thrust from the ground. 

 

Maybe I should explain who I am and how I got this way.

 

It all began with Ted, my roommate.  How to explain Ted and what he did, though . . . that’s the question.  I must go back a few months to begin this story.

 

Ted  (Part 2)

 

I met Ted Spellman our first day of work at the law firm of Marks, Stephenson, and Tomkins.  We were beginning at the prestigious firm on the same day, along with six other entry-level law clerks.  If there was such a thing as pond scum in this particular place – we were it.  Our trainer even said so at one point.  She said that we would be treated as if we didn’t exist and the senior lawyers would make our lives hell.  Ted and I bonded immediately just to have some reinforcement as we stumbled through our first few months of work.  We hit it off immediately and, since we were both looking for a place to live, we decided to become roommates and rented a pretty decent two-bedroom apartment close enough for us to walk to the office.  We weren’t trying be good or green or anything – it’s just that neither of us could afford to have a car in the city.

 

I knew within a week of living together that Ted had feelings for me.  I guess I had feelings for him, as well, but it didn’t help me to act on them.  I was flattered but I was also too shy and too unsure of myself to acknowledge any of his advances.  Looking back now I can see that he thought I was either not interested in him or so incredibly stuck up that I didn’t care about his feelings.  Little did he know that neither was true.  My upbringing had made it impossible for me to like myself.  Let’s just say I had older brothers that played every sport imaginable and I loved Judy Garland – enough said.  My past made it impossible for me to think a guy as great as Ted could find me interesting – let alone sexy!  Ted was about six feet two, has a naturally built body, and was blessed with dirty blonde hair that looked marvelous the second he woke up in the morning.  Don’t ask, I have a thing for hair. 

 

I, on the other hand, am . . . I mean was a guy of about five feet and eight inches, curly hair that had a mind of its own, and a body that not only despised weights but also did not respond to any kind of working out I chose to do.  I knew deep down that I could never make someone like Ted happy.  He might find my sense of humor grand – as he put it – for a while, but that would get old very soon.  I wanted him to stay my roommate so I decided to never admit my feelings for him or acknowledge his advances.  And this policy proved to be very sustaining until one night of vodka martinis.

 

We were celebrating the fact that we had made it through a month at the law firm and that we had a three-day weekend.  When we got home Ted insisted on making martinis to celebrate and then, three martinis each later, he decided to go for my jugular.

 

“You don’t like yourself do you Brock.”

 

“What?”

 

I tried to ignore his question.  We were sitting on the sofa listening to my mother’s Oleta Adams album – I was trying to convince him that she had an unbelievable voice.  He was either unconvinced or his mind was too preoccupied to listen closely.  I found it very appropriate that the song ‘Get Here’ was playing as we sat on opposite ends of the sofa – neither knowing how to move past this place of unknowing.  He cleared his throat to give himself a little more time to rephrase his question.

 

“You kind of have low self esteem, don’t you?”

 

“Yes.”

 

My answer was simple and honest.  It was also spoken very softly and I did not turn to look at him at all.  I didn’t know how I would react if I saw his handsome face and his caring eyes.

 

“Why?”

 

His question was simple, as well.  I could tell by his voice that he was genuinely interested in knowing what feelings of insecurity were at my core.  He wanted to know what made me tick.  I didn’t know, at the time, that it was because he was truly interested in me.  I was still nervous that any tumbling of my walls would lead to a quick night of sex and then many awkward days until one of us decided to move.

 

“I don’t know, I guess it’s from my past.”

 

“You mean because of your brothers don’t you.  You feel that they were somehow better than you because they were athletes and you weren’t.”

 

“It’s more than that Ted.  It would really be hard for you to understand.  You’ve looked like that for all of your life and I’ve looked like this.”

 

“I think you’re very handsome.”

 

This took us to an edge that I had always refused to go near.  I still did not look at him.  I could not imagine how his angelic blue eyes and his soothing smile would melt me.  I knew I needed to stay in control of my emotions.

 

“Was it because they were bigger than you?  Is it because I am bigger than you that you ignore my blatant moves on you?”

 

I turned to face him.  I was slightly hurt by his words, but it was also wonderful to have someone know you so well.  I prepared myself for his inviting gaze.  I did not allow my face to show any of the conflict that was ravaging my entire body.

 

“That’s part of it Ted, sure.  I wish I could be bigger.  I wish I were stronger.  That’s not a bad thing, though.  It just is, that’s all.  Like I said before, you can’t understand.” 

 

“I guess not – well, not fully, but I think I get what it means - a little.  Can you at least give me that?”

 

“Sure.”

 

“I think I know a way to help you get your wish, Brock.  But right now I want to cook you dinner.  First, though, I’m going to do this.”

 

Ted leaned in and kissed me hard.  The slight stubble on his chiseled face rubbed across my skin as he pressed his lips against mine.  My cock shot fully rigid like some kind of rocket exploding into the air.  I was completely caught off guard and didn’t react in any way.  Ted pulled away and quickly stood up.

 

“God, I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.  It’s going to be even better after the changes start.”

 

I was so flabbergasted that I missed what Ted had said.  I simply sat there and watched him move to the kitchen to start dinner. 

 

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Brock (Part 3)

 

I landed out in the middle of nowhere about a mile from where I had so easily demolished the truck.  I was still pumped with excitement from the memory of all that poundage of metal crumbling around my muscle-packed super body as the truck slammed into me.  I hadn’t intended to leap so far away, but the adrenaline streaming through my veins had made me underestimate the power in my legs.  I caused a pretty good-sized crater in the ground when I landed and the driver’s body flopped around on my shoulder because of the impact.  I heard the guy moan as he began to regain consciousness.  I looked around and saw that we were in the middle of a wooded area on the outskirts of town – just beyond a big construction supply store.  This would be a perfect spot for me to interrogate my new small friend.  I reached up with one hand and grabbed the back of the guy’s collar.  I easily held his body in the air – kind of like a mother cat carrying her kittens.  After a quick glance at him, I could see the destruction of his truck caused by my body had not hurt him too much.  He was going to be pretty bruised, but nothing was broken.  I began to think back to the moment when my stiff cock had pierced the front of the speeding truck as easily as someone’s finger might poke through toilet paper.  I was instantly hard again.  The massive ejaculation that had happened as the hood and motor of the semi folded around my immovable body had only been a temporary release.  I was, again, jacked-up with the nuclear-powered cum gushing into my huge pole.  I knew I needed to get off and I needed to do it quickly so I wouldn’t lose control and do some serious damage.  I looked at the tiny man in front of me and contemplated plowing his ass.

 

“Naw, I can’t do that.  I’d easily rip this wimp into two pieces on the second thrust.  But what to do with the asshole while I get a little relief?”

 

I glanced around, noticing the huge storage area of the supply company.  I leapt into the air, making sure I didn’t shove off too hard, and easily cleared the huge barbed-wire fence around the store.  After landing in the middle of the building supply area I quickly saw what I could use for my little task.  I heard the guy moan a little more and I was surprised by the fact that I had forgotten I was carrying his almost six foot frame as if it were nothing.  I looked at the man that tried to run me over a little closer.  He was a pretty big dude.  He looked like he weighed about two eighty and was actually handsome.  I briefly thought again about fucking the dude, but knew that my super cock would destroy his body even easier than it had the truck.  I reached down with my empty and lifted a twelve foot steel girder like it was a toothpick.  My giant hand easily reached around the thick piece of metal and my strong grip caused my fingers to indent the thing as if it were made out of wet clay.  I lessened my strength before I squeezed the girder in two and jumped back into the air.  I guided my huge body toward a group of huge oak trees in the middle of the wooded area.  This time my landing did not cause the entire area to rumble like a small earthquake.  I knew this meant I was starting to control my power a little more– this thought made my hard cock to begin to ooze pre-cum.  There was little time left before my body’s need for ejaculation caused me to start destroying things just to increase the force behind my explosion.  For me, showing off my strength was the ultimate foreplay!  I was worried I might do something to my little prisoner – like toss him into the next state, squish him between my palms like a small accordion, or flatten him like a cardboard cut-out between my monster thighs. 

 

I moved quickly to one of the massive oak trees in the small clearing and pressed his body up against its wide trunk.  I then tightened my grip on the girder in my hand and made it bend into a V shape.  I slid the steel bean up under the guys arms and then reached around the tree to squeeze the ends together like someone my turn the twist-tie on a bag of apples at the grocery store.  Even after being like this for a few months I was still amazed at how easy it was for me to manipulate steel that was a foot thick.  I tightened the girder together until it cut into the side of the tree.  I stepped back and smiled at the job I had done.  The guy was pinned to the tree securely and dangled in the air about three feet from the ground.  I was careful not to tighten the steel so much that he wouldn’t be able to breathe.  I reached out and tapped the side of his face with two of my fingers – being careful not to use too much power.  I didn’t want to snap his neck as his head spun around in some kind of Exorcist fashion, I just wanted to wake him up.   The guy started to wake up and I laughed out loud as he began to realize what he thought was his big body had been easily carried and strapped to a tree by the muscled man in front of him.

 

“Glad to have you awake little fella.  That way, you can see more of what this powerful body can do.  You should also be glad that I didn’t destroy you like I did your tiny truck.”

 

“Where am I?”

 

“About a mile outside of town.”

 

“How did I get here?”

 

“That’s simple.  Like this.”

 

I bent my legs slightly and jumped into the darkness above.  I knew the rush of air from my sudden movement would force his head up against the tree.  It would be like some simulator machine for an astronaut where the G-force would be too great to withstand.  I simply jumped straight into the air and shot up high enough to see the lights of the entire town in the distance.  When I landed back down in front of the little guy trapped against the tree I intentionally allowed the impact to shake everything within hundreds of yards around us.  I wanted him to get an almost-full sense of the power my body contained.  His mouth was open in disbelief and I was nervous he was going to pass out again.  I did not want that to happen.  I was ripe for showing off and I wanted his “little man” cum eruption to coincide with my titanic release.  I was getting off on showing him my power more than he was enjoying the exhibition.

 

“I could jump high enough to grab a satellite if you want me to.  That would probably send you into some kind of muscle apoplectic shock, wouldn’t it little man.  I hope you’re beginning to realize that your puny truck wasn’t going to do anything to me.”

 

I was standing there without a stitch of clothing on my huge body and the man’s eyes could not decide where to focus.  I could see he was impressed with my expansive chest, but he also couldn’t believe the size of my arms.  I tensed my body just to show off.  He let out a whimper that made it clear he knew he was in the presence of someone far more superior to any fantasy he had ever dreamed.  That’s when he glanced at my cum-dripping bazooka of a cock and I swear the man almost had a heart attack just from the sight.  I could tell his little brain was trying to comprehend how a dick could look so powerful.  I knew the time was right to show off a little.

 

“So, little man, I’m feeling the need to milk this monster rod.  You should be happy as hell that I’ve decided not to shove this telephone pole up your ass.  I know you’d like it – but it would be the last thing you ever experienced in your life and I need some information.  Right now, though, I’ve got to calm this beast between my legs.  So you just rest there while I take care of some business.  Oh wait, I guess that’s kind of stupid because you couldn’t go anywhere even if you wanted to.  It seems that big Brock here has taken a metal beam and wrapped it around you with just one hand.  That’s right, with only one hand.  I twisted a steel girder like it was a piece of paper.  Does that turn you on, little man?  I’m sure it does.  Let’s see what else this big boy can do, shall we?”

 

My cock was aching for relief.  I was getting off on bragging about my power.  I was ready to show the guy some more of my strength.  I looked around for something that could help me empty my cum-filled balls.  I broke into a big smile when I finally realized what my next show would be.  I walked up to a second large oak tree a few feet from the little guy.  I stood facing the tree and let the tip of my dick press up against the five-foot wide trunk.  I grabbed the sides of the tree with my massive hands, allowing my fingers to easily dig into the thick wood.  I slowly pushed my crotch forward. 

 

“Ah, no fucking way!”

 

I chuckled at the little man’s words – he was obviously realizing what I intended to do.  We both watched my dickhead begin to plunge slowly into the trunk of the large tree.  The feeling of my cock penetrating a sturdy oak tree was unbelievable.  I could feel all the blood in my body rushing to my powerful rod.  I was easily pulverizing a thick tree with only my hard prick.  I could not believe the power that existed in my body.  I knew that I had only begun to fully comprehend what I was capable of, but that didn’t matter right now.  All I wanted to do was to fuck this giant oak tree like it was some guy’s tight ass – and the pressure on my dick was incredible.  This was slightly better than plowing the guy’s truck because I could do it slowly and listen to the thick trunk of the tree splintering as the tip of my cock moved deeper into its center.  I cried out when my massive rod was fully into the tree.  I knew that my giant pole was more than halfway through the thick trunk.  I began to buck my hips slowly – pulling and pushing my meat into the tree.  I wanted to show off more so I let go of the tree with my hands after burying my cock completely in.  I then flexed my giant rod and the tree moved upward.  I let out an inhuman yell and pulsed my cock even higher.  Suddenly the entire roots system of the giant oak came screaming out of the ground.  I leaned slightly backwards and then turned toward “little man.”  The entire tree moved with my cock – completely penetrated and completely controlled by me.  I let out a loud victory yell because I had just uprooted a giant oak with just my dick. 

 

“Holy shit!”

 

I knew the little man was impressed, but there was still a lot more to come.  I grabbed the sides of the tree again and started to rock my crotch forward and backward.  I brought myself to climax quickly.  Suddenly my cock erupted and it was like some kind of cannon being set off within the tree.  The back side of the thick trunk was blown away into the night air.  Ropes of powerful white cum shot out of the hole in the tree as I continued to ejaculate.  I felt like some kind of super powerful woodpecker – and then realized my pecker hand destroyed most of the wood.  There was now an incredible hole in the base of this tree.  I finally stopped cumming and decided I needed to finish the tree completely.  I held on to the tree tightly and then started twisting my hips back and forth.  My cock acted like some kind of super chain saw and completely ripped the bottom part of the trunk from the rest of the giant tree.  My powerful rod sliced the thick wood as if it were paper.  The base of the tree fell to the ground with a loud thud.  My cock was still hard as stone and sticking straight out.  I turned to look at the face of “little man” and wasn’t surprised to see that he had passed out again.  I also noticed that his crotch was sopping wet with his Brock-praising cum.  I bent my arms downward and then forced them up quickly – sending the tree into the night air.  I waited a few minutes and then heard it crashing into other trees a few miles away.  Tossing a fully grown oak tree into the air had been as easy as flipping a coin.  My power was mind-blowing – and cock-blowing, come to think of it.  I turned back to little man, now that my intensely pressurized dick had been relieved.  I again tapped his face to wake him.  It took him a few seconds to fully regain consciousness - not to mention remember all of the details of my display of power.  I could see that his tiny cock was still hard as a two-by-four. 

 

“So, little man, it’s time to tell me who sent you.  Who’s the stupid guy that thought you’d be able to do some kind of damage to this super body?”

 

“I’m not talking, you muscle-bound asshole.”

 

I simply smiled at the defiant little guy.  I was impressed by his determination.  I knew I’d get the information from him, but I thought it would be fun to prolong the reward.  I glanced around and saw a couple of boulders the size of the guy’s head.  I walked over and grabbed them both in my giant hands.  I moved back in front of the guy and held the big stones near his face.  My fingers could wrap around them completely, but I held them in my open palms as I spoke.

 

“So the little tough guy still doesn’t get it, does he?  I’ve destroyed your truck with no effort at all.  I just stood there, man, and you watched as my body caused your semi to crumple like it was cardboard.  You also just saw me uproot a giant oak tree with just my hard tool.  I lifted all of that massive weight with only my cock.  Just imagine what I must be able to do with these powerful guns, boy.  Look at these boulders – they’re about the size of your head, don’t you think?  And what happens if I wrap my hands around these little things?  What happens if I begin to squeeze tightly?

 

My hands did exactly what my mouth was saying.  I began to tighten my grip around the big boulders.  The little man’s eyes began to widen as he heard the rocks in my hands make sounds of distress.  My fingers were compressing the solid mass together and I knew the boulders could not take much more.  Suddenly there was a loud noise and both stones burst into smaller fragments at the same time.  Some small pieces shot out from between my fingers and rained down on the little guy’s body.  I saw him start shaking uncontrollably and I knew what he was releasing another load of his muscle-loving cum.  It dawned on me at that moment that the guy was refusing to tell me who sent him for an entirely different reason than I thought.  I believe he was some kind of committed hit man, but the truth was that he was enjoying my strength show too much.  He refused to tell me anything because he hoped it would cause me to show off my power even more.  I admired his love of muscle, but I needed to move our conversation forward.  I opened my hands and turn my palms downward, allowing the dust and fragments of destroyed boulders to fall to the ground.  I reached out and wiped my hands on the guy’s shirt.  I smiled at him, but he could tell it wasn’t a pleasant smile.

 

“Time for your head to feel the same kind of pressure as those boulders.  I doubt your skull will give as much resistance as they did.”

 

I wrapped one of my hands around the top of his head.  I marveled at the fact that my fingers reached down almost to his neck.  God, I was huge.  I began to squeeze him slightly – nothing even close to what power I had in my hand.

 

“The guy’s name is Coles.  Tommy Coles.  He’s in the state penitentiary, but he has connections outside.  I was hired by one of his lackeys.  You’re not the target, though.  We want your boyfriend.  We want Ted Spellman.”

 

I released his head when he spoke Ted’s name.  My heart began to race with fear. 

 

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Ted  (Part 4)

 

“So I hope you’re hungry, Brock, because I made a lot of food and you need to clean your plate.”

 

I was still sitting in the living room trying to get my head around the fact that my gorgeous roommate had just kissed me and then quickly exited to make dinner.  I wanted to continue to ignore his advances, but a kiss on the lips is kind of hard to not acknowledge.  I decided to let him take the lead.  I would not speak about what had just happened a half hour ago unless he did.

 

“You are not my mom, Ted, and I don’t have to eat anything I don’t like.  I stopped having to be a member of the ‘clean plate club’ when I graduated from high school.”

 

“Well you have to promise me you’ll finish the entire dinner tonight, sir.  It will offend me if you don’t eat everything I’ve made for you.  Besides that, I think you’ll like all of it – I think you’ll like it a lot.  Just remember that the boys in the so-called ‘clean plate club’ usually grew up to be big and healthy men.  You could still be a growing boy.”

 

“I stopped growing in the eighth grade, Ted.”

 

The face suddenly Ted made caused me to feel guilty and childish at the same time.  The guy was obviously kidding with me and he just wanted to make sure I enjoyed our dinner.  I’m sure he was looking for some way to avoid talking about the kiss from earlier.  He just wanted me to feel comfortable.  I started to realize at that moment that I was falling head over heels in love with the guy. 

 

“I promise to clean my plate, mom!”

 

“That’s a good little boy – who’s soon to be bigger.”

 

I ignored Ted’s cryptic words and gave him a slight shove as I walked passed him into the dining area off the kitchen.  The momentary connection to his hard body made my knees go weak.  I quickly moved away from Ted and was amazed to find that the table was set as if it were a romantic dinner for two and, in a way, I guess it was.  There were candles lit on the table and the guy hadn’t used our typical high-end paper plates and plastic cups.  The good china that I had inherited from my grandmother glimmered in the candlelight.

 

“Here you go, sir.”

 

Ted pulled out a chair for me.  I sat down without really registering anything.  I was lost in my confusion about how to handle all of this attention.  I so wanted to give in to my lust for the guy, but I didn’t want to get my heart broken.  I forced myself to not think about anything and just focused on the food in front of me.  It looked fantastic.  Ted had made pasta with Bolognese sauce, a large salad, and a dessert that looked like a chocolate tart of some kind. 

 

“You did all of this in just thirty minutes?”

 

“Well, some of it was already done.  Don’t worry about it.  Let’s eat before it gets cold.”

 

Ted then took the pasta and shoveled the entire contents of the bowl onto my plate.

 

“Wait, what about you?  I can’t eat all of this.”

 

“Brock, you promised you’d clean your plate.  Don’t worry about me.  I just want some salad.  This meal is all about you, buddy.”

 

The word ‘buddy’ melted my insides.  I loved how intimate it sounded.  I picked up my fork and started to eat without any more protesting.  My mouth was instantly filled with a cornucopia of incredible tastes.  Ted’s pasta was amazing.  The huge pile on my plate suddenly looked small and I knew I’d have no problem finishing the entire dish.  As a matter of fact I had a funny feeling I’d be asking to lick the serving bowl.  Ted watched me closely as I devoured the pasta.  He picked at his salad and seemed too excited about something to eat.  He opened a bottle of wine and poured a glass for both of us.

 

“Ted, this pasta is amazing.  This beef tastes incredible.  What kind of spices did you use?”

 

“Um, that’s a family secret, Brock.  I can’t tell you.  I’m glad you like it, though.  There’s a little more in the kitchen.  Let me get it for you.”

 

He grabbed the serving bowl and was gone before I could tell him no, but then I realized I really did want more.  He came back quickly with another full serving and poured it onto my almost pristine plate.  I caught his eyes as he stood there and I swear he looked like a school kid about to burst with excitement.  It dawned on me that Ted probably thought this meal was going to lead to something bigger before the night was through.  Little did I know how right I was. 

 

“I’ve never had pasta as good as this, Ted.”

 

“Thanks, Brock.  I think you’re going to like the dessert, too.  You have to have a few pieces of the chocolate tart, so save some room.”

 

“It looks awesome, too.”

 

I was starting to feel a good buzz from the wine – but, then again, the feeling was very different than I’d ever felt before.  My entire body seemed to be tipsy.  It wasn’t just my head that seemed to be numb from the alcohol – it was a sensation that consumed all of me.  As I finished the pasta Ted poured me another glass of wine.

 

“Drink up, buddy.”

 

Again, his intimacy made my stomach do flips and I quickly took a big gulp of wine.  Ted was quickly cutting a small piece of the tart and I couldn’t wait to taste it.  He moved the small piece to his plate and then slid the rest of the dessert onto mine.

 

“Hey, there’s no way I can eat all of that.  What are you trying to do, dude, make me gain ten pounds tonight?”

 

“And then some, my friend, and then some.  Trust me, once you’ve had a bite you’ll want to eat the entire thing.  Dig in, Brock.”

 

I picked up my fork and took a big bite.  It was fucking unbelievable.  The chocolate flavor was so intense that my toes curled with excitement.  It was like some kind of fudge explosion in my mouth.  I quickly took another huge bite.”
 

“Make sure you drink more wine, too, Brock.  The mingling of its taste with the chocolate is unbelievable.”

 

“You are so right.  This dessert is incredible.  And I love this wine.  What is it?”

 

I glanced at the bottle on the table and realized, for the first time, that it didn’t have a label.  I glanced at Ted and was shocked at how the candlelight made him look a hundred times more gorgeous than before.  I figured I must be getting sloppy drunk, but I didn’t care.  I was slowly letting go of any defenses I had meticulously built over the last few months.  The mixture of good food, great wine, and candlelight was too much for me.  I knew right then that I would sleep with the guy that night. 

 

“Uh, well, it’s a wine that my family makes.  Yeah, I don’t think I ever told you that we make our own wine.  It’s a merlot or something.”

 

“Wow, I didn’t know that.  Well it’s really good.” 

 

I grabbed the bottle and poured some more into our glasses.  The bottle was now empty.  I finished my large portion of the dessert at the same time.  Ted slowly ate his piece of the tart and watched me closely.  It was so romantic.  I was beginning to get a little hot under the collar.  It must have been a mixture of the warm food, the wine, and the fact that my stud-of-a-roommate was staring at me with the bluest bedroom eyes I’d ever seen.

 

“Well, sir, do I get mega points for cleaning my plate?  There better be a huge reward for being such a good boy.”

 

“I promise you there will be, Brock, I promise.”

 

I stared at Ted’s face and was excited by his subtle reference to our impending roll in the hay.  I had lost all control over my body.  I was his and his completely.  The temperature in the room suddenly seemed to rise by fifty degrees.  Sweat instantly broke out on my forehead, back, and chest.  The room swayed a little.  I steadied myself and then glanced back at Ted.

 

“Man, this dinner and wine were a little too much for me, Ted.  Is it suddenly fucking hot in here or what?”

 

“Um, about that Brock.  I have something to tell you and I need you to stay really calm afterwards, okay?”

 

Oh shit, did the guy really think he had to confess where this night was headed?  Hadn’t I given him enough positive feedback for him to know that he could fuck me on the table right there if he wanted to?  Damn, our relationship had not even started and we were already having trouble communicating.  I was suddenly quite sober and just stared at the handsome guy.

 

“Promise me you’ll remain calm, Brock.”

 

“What are you talking about, Ted?”

 

“Just promise me that you won’t freak out about what I’m going to say, okay buddy.”

 

“Ted, come on.  You’ve got to know that I feel the same way about you.  I’ve wanted you from day one.  Hell, I’m not going to freak out about what we’re obviously going to do tonight, mainly because there hasn’t been a night since we moved in together when I didn’t beat off thinking about you nude.  You can’t tell me anything I already don’t know.  I’m just ready to move on to the fucking!  My only worry is that you won’t still want me in the morning.”

 

As I spoke Ted’s mouth first dropped open in disbelief and then turned into this gigantic semi-devious smile.  His beautiful face and slightly evil grin made my cock harder than it had ever been in my entire life.  My body was on fire with anticipation of being held in his arms.  I could never remember having such a powerful feeling dominating my body.  It was as if this guy’s love for me was making me seem invincible.  I suddenly had the desire to do something amazing – like lift a car or burst through a brick wall.  I chuckled a little at the thoughts running through my head, but realized that Ted’s affection for me caused it all.

 

“Well um, Brock, we’re going to get to all of that soon enough, but that’s not what I need to tell you.”

 

I suddenly felt very stupid and tried to remember every detail of what I had just said.  I could not believe I had spilled my deepest fantasies about the guy and he was going to share something totally different.  I was not completely focused and started searching for a way to backtrack out of the big hole I had just dug.  My face obviously showed my panic stricken state.

 

“Wait, Brock.  Don’t freak out.  I really do want you, too.  I can’t wait until we sleep together and fuck like rabbits.  It’s just that there’s something more I’ve got to tell you.”

 

My heart stopped beating wildly and I instantly calmed down.  Ted’s words had been able to thrill and soothe me completely.  I smiled at him and nodded my head – giving him permission to continue.  Ted cleared his throat and looked down at the table.  I suddenly got scared at what he might be sharing.

 

“You remember that really intense military case I helped out on a couple months ago.  It was the case that Mr. Stephenson was ready to take to the Supreme Court if he had to. Do you remember that?”

 

“Yeah, sure.  The case involved some crazy drug, right?  Wasn’t the military suing some pharmaceutical company because it didn’t work or something? ”

 

“Yes, that’s the one.  Now listen closely, Brock, and remain calm.”

 

Ted moved his hand across the table and placed it on mine.  For a split second I forgot how serious he had turned and stared down at his hand.  His touch made me feel like I was a fucking human volcano.  I was suddenly as hot as the sun.  I glanced back at his face to help calm down my body.

 

“The drug was supposed to transform men into indestructible soldiers, but it didn’t work.  As a matter of fact, it ended up killing all of the men that tried it.  We won the case easily and everything involved with the drug trials had to be destroyed.  Here’s where things get a little fuzzy on the moral scale, Brock, so please let me finish before you say anything.  You see, all my life I wanted to be a lawyer, but my dad wanted me to be a doctor.  I studied medicine for years with the intention of going to medical school.  I specifically studied DNA and cell reproduction.  I ended up convincing my dad to let me become a lawyer and I forgot about medicine completely.  Well, Mr. Stephenson made me study the military case extensively and while I was looking over thousands of files from the drug company, I stumbled upon where they had made their mistake.  I won’t bore you with all of the technical details, but let’s just say I realized that none of their test subjects had the right DNA in order for the drug to work.  Now don’t judge me, Brock, but I took some samples of the drug one day when I was visiting the lab.”

 

“You did what?”

 

“Shhhh, Brock.  Let me finish first.  I’m going to tell you something that I’ve never told anyone and I hope it doesn’t ruin our relationship.  I . . . I mean I’m attracted to . . . it’s just that . . . I dig really big guys.  I’m talking hard-core bodybuilder types.”

 

“Oh, I see.”

 

All of the sexual excitement that had been building in my body suddenly stopped.  I was forced back to being ‘inadequate Brock’ in a flash.  Nothing else mattered except that Ted wanted a muscle guy and not me.  I could not hide my disappointment and I could tell he immediately sensed what I was feeling.

 

“Brock, you’re thinking too much and not listening to me.  Let me finish before you decide things.”

 

“What are you talking about?”

 

“I can tell by your face that you’ve started feeling sorry for yourself and feel like you aren’t what I’m looking for and that’s not fair, Brock.  You have to hear my whole story before you think anything.  I’m going to jump ahead in all of this so you’ll stop feeling sorry for yourself.  I may like big guys, Brock, but I’ve fallen in love with you.  I don’t completely understand how it happened and I don’t really care.  I fell head over heels in love with you the first day I met you, too.  Why do you think I’ve made all of these blatant advances on you?  I dream about having a relationship with you almost every second of the day.  Yes, you aren’t the biggest guy around.  Yes, my fantasies involve guys that tower over me and are covered with massive muscles.  But the simple fact is I fell for you and I fell hard.  Do you hear that Brock?  Do you understand what I’m saying?”

 

“I guess so, Ted.  It’s just hard to fully comprehend how it’s possible, but I believe you.”

 

“Thank you.  But now I have to tell you the most important part of all of this.  A few weeks ago I took a sample of your DNA.  I’ve been collecting samples from lots of people – trying to see if I could match the stuff I took from the drug company.  It turns out you’re the perfect match, Brock.  My calculations show that the chances of getting a match are about fifty million to one and it turns out my roommate hits it spot on.  I couldn’t believe it.  So tonight, while I was listening to you share with me about your past, your feelings of inadequacy when compared to your brothers, and your wish to be bigger and stronger, I made a decision.  I knew I needed to get you to try some of the drugs the pharmaceutical company was testing, but I also knew you’d never do it willingly.  So, I kind of put it in your dinner.”

 

My mind did not grasp what he was saying at first.  Slowly it dawned on me that Ted had mixed drugs that had already killed many men in the meal he had just served me.  I was completely overwhelmed by what he was sharing.  I stared at him for a few more seconds and then went ballistic. 

 

“You did what?  I can’t believe you would do that!  What does that mean?”

 

“I’m not sure, Brock, but I think we’re about to find out.”  

 

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Brock  (Part 5)

 

As soon as the puny guy I’d so easily pinned to the tree mentioned my roommate’s name, my mind went into overdrive.  This asshole was just some kind of decoy – someone to keep me busy while others pursued Ted.  I didn’t waste even a fraction of a second.  My massive legs thrust me from the ground and I knew there was going to be a deep hole left by the powerful departure.  I was worried for a second I might have demolished the oak tree and the little guy during the lift off, but it didn’t matter at that moment.  I could only think about Ted.  I knew, instinctively, that the mega force behind my take-off would be enough to help me travel across town and to the apartment building where Ted and I lived.  I didn’t even think about the fact that I was stark naked when I landed in the middle of the street in front of our place.  I also didn’t care about the huge hole I left in the asphalt.  I moved so quickly that I knew no one could make out exactly who or what I was.  In a flash I was standing in front of the demolished door to our home.  I moved inside – not caring if anyone was waiting to ambush me, because I was beginning to fully understand that I was an unstoppable muscle machine.  I quickly moved through every room and saw that the place was empty.  I could tell there had been a struggle of some kind and that someone had thoroughly gone over every inch of the apartment.  It was pretty clear that someone was looking for something important and I think the item was Ted, himself.  I quickly went back outside and in one leap I returned to the wooded area on the other side of town.

 

I landed a little more carefully this time - right smack in the middle of the huge hole I had made when I blasted away.  The force of my earlier lift off had knocked down a dozen or so large trees in the area, including the one the little guy was still strapped to by the thick steel girder I had effortlessly molded around him.  He was now just lying there on the toppled tree staring up at the sky – unable to escape my manhandled metal binding.  I slid my forefinger between his torso and the girder.  I flicked my finger away from his body and it ripped through the twelve-inch thick beam like I was breaking a piece of thread.  The guy’s gaze was glued to each simple movement with an intensity that was admirable.  As soon as he saw me split a heavy piece of metal with just one finger his body went rigid and his face instantly turned red.  I could tell he was fighting something internal with all of his might.  He spoke through gritted teeth.

 

“Oh shit, not again!”

 

His body suddenly went into convulsions and he had to grab the two mangled jutting pieces of the I-beam to prevent himself from falling off the tree.  I could tell his body was emptying itself of the muscle-worshipping cum that had built up tremendously while he contemplated my incredible power during the short time I was gone.  I was pretty impressed with his recovery skills and had to wait a pretty long time as his body flopped around uncontrollably because of the force of his orgasm.  He cried out like a wounded animal and his large muscles – well large compared to anyone but me – tensed up beautifully.  After about seven minutes or so he was able to return to the land of the living and he just stared up at me with a face of pure satisfaction and awe.

 

“You sure are one hell of a muscle pig, aren’t you little man?”

 

“Yes sir.”

 

His show of respect flattered me and I smiled at the fact that he could only whisper his response, since his body was still recovering from that last mind-blowing ejaculation.  I slid the same forefinger that had just easily ripped through metal between his belt and his cum-soaked crotch.  I lifted the guy’s body into the air and held him a few feet from the ground.  His body was still so weak from its eruption that he flopped around like some kind of rag doll.  My lifting him so effortlessly with just one finger caused him to coo like a little baby and a big smile beamed across his face.

 

“Dude, you reek of little man juice.  I should toss you from here into the lake a few miles away just to wash you off, but unfortunately we need to get to the penitentiary immediately.  I have a date with this Tommy Coles you mentioned.  He’s got information about something very special to me and even if I have to rip apart that entire fucking prison with my bare hands I’m going to get some answers.  You smelling like this, though, is going to make you popular at the prison.  I bet your stench causes a few big guys to fight each other to see who gets to claim you as their bitch.  That should be fun to watch.”

 

I saw his smiling face suddenly turn into one full of terror.  He knew I was right.  This pretty little big boy was just the kind of guy that made massive hardened criminals become ass-plowing machines.  It was going to be fun to leave him at the penitentiary.  I reminded myself to call the warden tomorrow and explain why he had one more inmate than the day before.  Right now, though, I had to get some information from Tommy Coles.  I tossed the guy over my shoulder with just my finger and then leapt into the air.  The state prison was two counties away so I knew it would probably take at least a couple of jumps.

 

The only thing that prevented the little guy from shooting another load when I blasted into the air like a rocket was the fact that his body was totally spent.  He did buck around on my wide shoulder from a dry-heave orgasm – caused simply because it was too much for him to realize that my powerful legs could propel us miles from where we began.  It was a shame that this guy didn’t have any other information about Ted because I knew me doing a few easy feats of strength could get him to share anything.  The guy kept grinding his hard cock into my giant pec and tried to grope my massive right biceps with his tiny hand.  I say tiny, but the fact was the guy was bigger than ninety percent of the world’s population.  It’s just that I had grown to a size that made him look like a ninety-pound weakling.  I could tell the impact from our first landing knocked the breath out of him – his stomach was shoved into my hard shoulder with a force similar to a two ton wrecking ball.  It took him a while to recover and by that time I made my second hard landing about fifty yards from the outer wall of the penitentiary.  Again the little guy’s breath was knocked from his body, but at the same time I felt his cock spew its umpteenth load of cum into his pants just because he was being so easily manhandled by me.  For a few seconds I again contemplated filling his anal cavity and his entire insides with my hard mammoth rod, but decided against it since he could be a future source of information from inside the prison.  I knew I could easily drop in and get him to spill his guts just by bending the bars to his cell with my fingers or, better yet, my cock.  I reached up and grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled the guy from my shoulder.  I held him at arms length and saw that he had passed out again.  This was good news since I knew I needed things to be a little silent when I broke into the penitentiary. 

 

I started weighing my options for getting into the big place in front of me.  There were actually no limits to the ways I could enter, but some of them didn’t seem like a good plan.  I ruled out punching through the outer wall because I knew it would make too much noise and I wanted to get to Mr. Coles without being detected.  I thought about just knocking on the front gate, thinking that my size and the fact that I was carrying a guy who probably had a criminal record a mile long might get them to let me in, but then there was the fact that I was buck-naked and had a raging hard-on that would definitely need to be milked soon.  I think any sane guard would start shooting at me without even asking questions – mainly because they would view my cock as a deadly weapon, not to mention they’d probably be scared shitless because of my massive body.  I knew I could easily jump into the middle of the place or onto the top of one of the buildings, but I didn’t know where I was going, exactly, and I figured I needed to get to my target pretty quickly – in order to avoid too much confrontation.  I wasn’t worried about defending myself; I was actually more worried about anyone who got in my way.

 

“He’ll be in the gym.”

 

Little man’s voice actually caught me off guard.  I was still holding him in the air with one hand but I had forgotten he was there, mainly because he was lighter than a feather.  I looked at his face and immediately saw that the guy was totally smitten.  I had a cum-for-muscle admirer that would obviously sell his own grandmother if it meant he could be close to my body or could witness some of my unbelievable strength.  I was actually beginning to like this little runt even though he had tried to run me over with a semi.  I made a promise to myself to give him a little reward at some point.  I also knew he loved it when I verbally dominated him. 

 

“What’s that pipsqueak?”

 

“Tommy will be in the gym with his army of muscle heads.  They work out every evening.  His gang is some of the biggest and meanest guys in the place.  Of course, all of them put together don’t come close to matching the strength of even one of your arms, but they don’t know that.  I’m looking forward to watching them freak out as they realize you’re unstoppable.”

 

“So the little man’s beginning to understand what’s in this gigantic package, huh?”

 

I tensed my chest and the arm that wasn’t holding him.  He was mesmerized by my body and let out a whimper that reminded me of a puppy that wants you to play with him.  Yep, this little fella was looking forward to this huge superior man toying with a group of lesser mortals.  Man, his enthusiasm was actually making my hard cock start to squeeze out big drops of pre-cum.  I looked forward to showing off for my little muscle-strength junkie.  At the same time I was getting jacked up with super-fucking adrenaline at the thought of taking on an army of muscle-bound assholes who probably think they are the world’s biggest alpha-males.  Shit, there wasn’t anything in the world better than dominating an alpha male – unless it was dominating a group of alpha males at the same time.  I began to breathe a little harder just from the excitement of what was to come. 

 

“So, you want to see this big boy take on an army, little man?”

             

“Aw fuck yes.  I’ll probably go into cardiac arrest just from watching you toy with those guys.  There’s nothing in the world that would give me more pleasure.”

 

“Well this is your lucky night, tiny dude.  Where’s the gym?”

 

“Far right corner.  You can easily jump over the outer wall to the north side of the building without being detected.  There’s a huge heavy steel-barred door that keeps everyone in the gym for the evening.  That thing is calling out to be easily ripped apart by just one of your powerful hands.  But I beg you to put it back afterwards so no one can escape the place when you begin to show off your strength.  Better yet, make it look like it took a lot of work to bend the bars so they won’t know your full potential!  Then they will think they can easily take you.  There’s a room full of gym equipment just waiting to be destroyed by your bare hands.  These guys never let anyone else use the gym.  It’s like their special club.  I want them to remember this evening.  I can’t wait to watch their faces as you show them real power.”

 

“What’s your name, little man?”

 

“Clarence, sir.”

 

“I may need an assistant someday Clarence and I think you’re the right man for the job.  I didn’t think there could be a man on earth that got off on my strength more than me, but that was before I met you.  It’s like you’ve got the entire night mapped out for me.  I promise to make a few of your fantasies come true tonight, okay.  But here’s the catch, I think you should wait to shoot your next load until I’m completely done.  Let’s build it up real good so it will shoot out like water from a fire hydrant.  You think you can do that Clarence?”

 

“I doubt it sir, but I’ll try.”

 

“Good, little man.  Now let’s go have some fun.”

 

**********

 

Ted  (Part 6)

 

“Ted, what have you done?”

 

I was finding it hard to talk because I couldn’t catch my breath.  My body felt like it was about to rip into a thousand tiny pieces.  There was so much pain that my mind had no idea where to focus in order to ease the growing discomfort.  Suddenly, a wave of intense nausea raced through my intestines and I fell from the chair, grabbing my stomach tightly.  I cried out loudly and the sound made Ted race to my side.

 

“Listen to me, Brock.  You need to relax as much as you can.  I know it’s hard as hell, but you’ve got to fight against tensing up.  It will help during the transition, I promise.”

 

“I . . . can’t . . . Ted!”

 

It took too much effort to talk.  I gritted my teeth and curled up into a tensed ball.  My body had begun to shake uncontrollably and my skin felt like it was on fire.  I knew that I would not be able to take much more and my body was going to shut down.  Ted had used me as a guinea pig and I was going to die just like the other men that had tested the drug.  This man that I thought I loved had knowingly sentenced me to death.  A second wave of even more intense nausea racked my entire body.  My eyes rolled back into my head.  In the midst of the terrible pain I felt a hand slap my face sharply.  My eyes went back to normal and I looked up at Ted.

 

“Brock, pay attention.  You’re freaking out.  Trust me, buddy, you’re not going to die.  You need to calm down.  I know it’s hard, but you can do it.  Just follow my instructions.  You’ve got to believe that I’d never do anything to hurt you.  I love you.”

 

His final sentence sent a wave of delight through my aching body.  I have no idea where I gathered some strength from, but I actually relaxed my frame slightly and pulled my hands from my stomach.  Sweat covered every inch of me and I could tell my clothes were becoming soaked.  I gritted my teeth harder and straightened out my legs and torso.  Ted helped me to lie on my back.

 

“That’s it, man.  I knew you could do it.  Now I hate to tell you this, Brock, but the pain is going to increase.”

 

“What the fuck!”

 

I yelled at him through gritted teeth.  I stared at his calm beautiful face and tried to use that to take my mind off of the way every inch of my body hurt like hell.  He smiled at me and knew the right things to say to help me.

 

“Listen, buddy.  You’re body is preparing itself for restructuring.  Your DNA is going through some major enhancements.  You are going to be huge, man.  I’m talking fucking big.  It’s what you’ve always dreamed of and what I’ve always wanted, too.  You’re going to have muscles in places you never knew existed.  Just imagine flexing your arm and instead of seeing a thin little bump you’re going to see biceps bigger than my head.  Hell, it might be bigger than my entire upper body, I don’t know.  I do know, though, that it’s going to be massive.  I’ve seen the way you look at bodybuilders, Brock.  You’ve always wished you could have a monster body like them and now you will.  You’re going to tower over your brothers and they’re going to be intimidated as hell when they’re around you.”

 

These words were like some kind of healing balm to my pain-ravaged body.  It wasn’t that the pain was diminishing or anything, but I was finding the inner strength to deal with it.  I was focusing on the idea that I was going to grow huge.  Visions of me being covered in big muscles took my mind off of the intense throbbing that was attacking ever part of me.  My excitement about turning into what had always been my fantasy helped my body to relax more.  And to know that Ted wanted me to be huge, as well, just added to my drive to stay still and ride out the impending changes.  I was still a little scared that I was going to die, but my faith in Ted and my lust for muscles overruled any major doubts.

 

“Yeah, that’s it Brock.  Relax your body.  Keep thinking about big muscles exploding all over.  It’s going to be better than watching the transformations on Incredible Hulk reruns, because this time it’s going to be real and it’s going to happen to you.  You’re going to shred these clothes just by growing, Brock.  I can’t wait to see your bulging leg muscles burst through these jeans, not to mention your new big feet shredding those loafers.  Yeah, man, keep relaxing.  Ignore the pain and just think about becoming enormous.”

 

Ted’s words continued to help me not focus on the pain in my body.  I also couldn’t believe that, in the midst of everything that was happening to me, his words were causing me to get a mind-blowing hard-on.  My cock was stiffer than I could ever remember.  The thought of me becoming immense and rippling with bulging muscles made my blood gush to my hard rod, causing it to press obscenely against my pants.  I was beginning to become acclimated to the pain still pulsing to every cell of my body.  I was actually able to smile, albeit with gritted teeth, at Ted.

 

“Yeah, buddy, you’re starting to understand what’s going to happen, aren’t you?  I knew you’d be happy once you realized that we were making your dreams come true.”

 

“And . . . yours . . . too.”

 

Ted turned red after I spoke.  The poor guy was embarrassed that he was going to enjoy my new body as much as I was, and that made me smile more.  Little did he know that the idea of him getting off on my muscles caused me to want to grow even more than before.  I could not wait to fulfill some of his muscle-worshipping fantasies. 

 

“Don’t worry, Ted . . . that . . . makes me . . . want . . . it more.”

 

This made him smile and I could tell he was getting even more excited about the impending change.  He took one of the cloth napkins from the table, dipped it in a water glass, and then laid it across my forehead.  I knew, deep inside, that this experience was taking our relationship to a level that would be stronger than anything I had ever felt before.  We would be connected in a way that could not be explained.  It seemed to be more than just a love for each other, but that was simply the best word to describe it.  Suddenly my body turned to ice.  I was still fully conscious, but it felt like every organ of my body shut down – as if some kind of power failure had just happened.  I was amazed that the split-second change didn’t scare me.  I knew on some level that it was merely part of the process.  I could sense that my heart was still beating, but it was so slow that most people would have thought I was dead.  Ted recognized the change as soon as it happened.

 

“Brock, don’t be scared.  This is the final stage before you begin to grow.  I have a feeling you are very cold, now.  Am I right?”

 

I nodded very slowly and Ted took the damp napkin from my forehead.  I noticed a strange feeling that was starting to emanate from somewhere in my body.  It took me a few seconds to realize that the feeling, or ‘power’ might have been a better word, was coming from my balls.  It was like some kind of sonar blast that would suddenly shoot out from my ball sac throughout the rest of my body.  The discharge of power into all of my limbs reminded me of the intense tingling that usually covered your body right before you ejaculated.  I would often pause numerous times when beating off just to increase that feeling in my body.  I suddenly realized that the best way to describe what I was feeling was to say that every cell within me seemed to be in the throes of an intense orgasm.  My body was like a giant cock getting jacked up with some super-powered juice that was about to explode through every pore.  I knew the impending ‘release’ was going to be mind staggering and life changing.  I could see, by the look on his face, that Ted knew what was coming, too.  He laid his hand on my shoulder and I could sense he wanted to ask something important.

 

“Brock, can I ask a favor?  Would it be okay if I climbed on top of you and rode out the growth?  That’s been a fantasy of mine since I was a kid.  I want to be able to feel your body exploding underneath me.  I want to be able to grope your chest and arms as they swell up into . . .”

 

I didn’t give him time to finish.  I instinctively knew the changes would be starting to happen soon and I also figured it would be hot as hell to watch him being turned on by what was about to happen.  If I couldn’t watch the growth myself, it would be just as good to watch it through his eyes.  I forced my hand to slide over and hit his leg.

 

“Knock yourself out . . . buddy.”

 

“Yeehaw!”

 

Ted yelled loudly as he straddled my midsection.  He let his ass fall back on my crotch.  He had not anticipated the stiff-as-metal pole that would be waiting for his cute bubble butt.  I could tell feeling my hard cock thrilled him beyond belief.  I watched as a new realization formed in his brain.

 

“Shit, Brock.  I forgot that your dick is going to grow humongous, too.  Aw fuck, man, it’s going to be like a lifetime of orgasms all at one time - feeling your body and rod grow underneath me.  You’ve made me the happiest man in the world!  And soon you’ll be the biggest man in the world!”

 

The thought of me making Ted happy intensified by tenfold the super charge rushing through my body.  I had a feeling that the effect of Ted’s delight on me was going to cause the growth to be notched-up even more than he anticipated.  I was beginning to sense that neither of us fully understood what was about to happen.  At that exact moment my mind suddenly expanded in a way that mirrored the birth of a new solar system.  I was suddenly filled with some kind of sixth sense that served as a precursor to the changes about to happen to my body.  Any fear of death from the drugs in my blood system completely disappeared.  I was fully aware of every fiber of my being at one time.  It was as if my soul, my muscles, my bones, my organs, and all parts of me became alive for the first time ever.  The pain that had been tearing at my body for a while abruptly stopped.  I felt like I was floating in the air like a helium balloon.  I looked up at Ted’s excited face.  He saw in my eyes that the time for growth had arrived.  He placed his hands on my chest and grabbed hold of the little amount of meat that existed.  He was ready for the ride of his life.  I was ready for my re-birth as a colossal muscleman.

 

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Brock  (Part 7)

 

I quickly moved around to the side of the prison where the gym was located, a few yards beyond the outer wall.  I carried Clarence with one hand as I moved.  I turned his body so he could feel the wind rush by as we moved at super speed.  When we got in place I turned my hand so he could see my face.  He had a gigantic smile and I knew he had loved the ride.

 

“Is this the place?”

 

“Yes sir.  It’s just about a hundred yards on the other side of the outer wall.  If you land just inside the wall there’s a shadow caused by the watchtower that will probably be just big enough to hide your huge body.  The large door to the gym will be straight ahead.  There’s one guard that monitors the door.  His name is McKinley and he’s a muscle whore, too.  He always requests that job so he can watch the inmates work out.  I’m sure you’ll be able to win him over with a few flexes and the promise of a ringside seat as you take on Coles’ muscle heads.  He’s bigger than me – both in his size and his love of guys showing off their strength.”

 

“I see you’ve thought of everything Clarence.  Thanks.  I’m going to have to make this battle last a little longer than it really should, just so you can get to see more of what my body can do.  I’ll throw in a few gratuitous strength displays just for you.”

 

“Thank you sir.”

 

I glanced back up at the wall and began to map out a landing on the other side just as Clarence instructed.  For a brief moment I contemplated the fact that the little man might be leading me into a trap.  I chuckled to myself, though, when I realized it didn’t matter either way.  I knew I’d be able to handle anything waiting for me on the other side of the wall.  I reminded myself, also, that this dude craved my muscles and me showing off my strength more than life itself.  I was sure he wanted to watch me toy with Tommy Coles and his men as much as I looked forward to doing it.  Clarence was actually setting a trap for the guys in the gym and that thought made my cock hard as hell.  Still, I decided on a way to keep his mouth silent for the few seconds it would take me to get to the gym.  I wasn’t doing it because I was worried he would make noise, but mainly as a brief reward for helping me out so far.

 

“How about you suck on my mammoth pec for a while, Clarence.”

 

I pulled his body into my chest and the man was like a newborn kitten instinctively honing in on its mother’s tit.  Clarence’s mouth suctioned onto my saucer-sized aureole and nipple instantly.  Both of his hands shot quickly up and grabbed hold of both sides of the huge mound of muscle.  I had a feeling that I could have released his body and he still would have dangled in the air – that’s how much power he was using to try and milk my big man nip.  I jumped into the air and cleared the wall by hundreds of feet.  I landed pretty hard beside the wall on the inside.  The jolt of my landing shook Clarence’s body very much but he still maintained a tight hold on my pec with his mouth.  The little man was in some kind of muscle heaven and even a hurricane would not have caused him to break away from my muscled nipple. 

 

Everything was just as the tiny guy had said.  I was mostly hidden by a dark shadow and I could see the gym ahead of me.  I quickly saw McKinley pacing back and forth by one of the large barred windows of the one story building.  The guard was watching the men inside closely.  I could tell by the way he rubbed the front of his crotch that he wasn’t watching just to make sure everyone was okay – he was also getting off on all the sweaty bodies pumping iron inside.  I had a feeling that when he got one look at my giant frame the big hard tool in his pants was going to erupt because of muscle overload.  I was positive McKinley had never seen anyone as big as me and I had a feeling I was going to rock his world when I began to easily pulverize Tommy Coles and his men.  Clarence was still sucking on my man tit like it was the last thing he’d ever get to do on earth.  I moved silently and swiftly within a few feet behind the guard.  I stood there for a few seconds before the guy began to realize he was not alone.  He might have heard the soft slurping noise of my little man admirer working so diligently on my pec, but the way he went rigid suddenly and then turned around slowly made me think his radar had definitely picked up something inhumanly large behind him.  I had a feeling that some hunters in the woods got the same kind of feeling when a huge grizzly appeared out of nowhere.  The prison guard’s face went from a look of fear to a look of shock and then to a look of lustful awe as he registered what was standing behind him. 

 

I think the first thing the poor guy noticed was a man about his size sucking on something that looked like the side of a hot air balloon.  It was also clear that the dude doing the sucking was a couple feet off the ground.  He then realized that there was a second matching hot air balloon attached to the first.  McKinley’s face turned ashen white as he grasped that the two big balloons were rising up and down and were, indeed, muscled flesh – hard muscled flesh.  The guard inhaled deeply as he stepped back so he could fully take in the width of the unbelievable chest in front of him.  His gaze was just a little lower than the jutting pec shelf in front of him, so he needed to lean back to fully comprehend that what stood in front of him was not just a man, but a man so fucking big that all of his life’s fantasies put together didn’t come close to matching what he now beheld.  As his gaze rose upward McKinley took in my keg-sized muscled arms, my mountainous shoulders, the full mass of my bulging chest, and my smiling face beaming down at him.  That’s when the guard’s face turned to complete desire and awe.  It’s also when his body began to jerk wildly as if he were doing some kind of tribal dance.  This movement lasted for a full minute and then the big man’s legs buckled and he fell to his knees.  He was able to keep his body erect after falling, but I was sure only because that’s when he got his first glance at my giant rigid cock.  His eyes seemed to glaze over and his mouth fell open wide.  I stepped back and looked at the guy kneeling before my temple-sized dick.  A large wet spot was seeping across the fabric at his crotch.  So McKinley was a big old muscle whore just like Clarence had said.  I decided I needed to finish the pre-show for the guard.  I released my grip on Clarence and, just as I had thought earlier, his body continued to dangle in the air as he held tightly to my pec with his mouth and hands.  I moved my arms into a double biceps pose and made the mounds of muscle shoot high into the night air.

 

“Holy fuck!”

 

“Aw shit!”

 

The whispering voices of both men filled the space around us.  Clarence continued his work on my nipple as his eyes gazed up at my arms.  He actually spoke out of the corner of his mouth.  McKinley, still down on his knees, stared at my huge biceps and saliva actually slid down his chin at either side of his mouth.  He looked like a dog waiting for a big piece of meat.  He was actually, though, a big man looking at a bigger piece of muscled man meat.  I grabbed Clarence by the back of his collar and pulled him from my chest.  I heard him whimper as I moved his body away.  I placed him on the asphalt to the side.  I patted his head as I spoke.

 

“Stay, little man, or I’ll hit you on the top of your head so hard that you’ll instantly be buried in the concrete up to your neck.  McKinley, here, and I are going to have a little fun.”

 

My words instantly thrilled Clarence.  He suddenly forgot about wanting to continue sucking on my mega pec and looked over at the guard on his knees.  My movement and my words also seemed to revive McKinley.  He suddenly jumped to his feet and quickly pulled out his police baton.  In a flash he raised the weapon and brought it down to my chest with all of his strength.  He was sure the force of his blow would send me to the ground.  I’ve learned a few things about these batons since the changes to my body forced a few scared officers to use them on me.  They are aircraft grade aluminum tubing that is supposed to not bend, warp or even break when exposed to extreme hot or cold temperatures and the tubing is filled with a heavy durable wood dowel.  I guess the guy that created them never anticipated me, though.  As soon as the weapon hit my hardened chest it encountered something much more powerful.  The top end of the thick tube shattered into small pieces and the lower half vibrated so hard from the impact that McKinley was forced to drop it.  I could tell his hand was in a lot of pain but he quickly reached down and grabbed his pistol, pointing it at my stomach.  Clarence cleared his throat loudly and this caused the guard to look in his direction.

 

“I wouldn’t if I were you.  It would only make him mad.”

 

This was enough distraction for me to quickly grab the gun from the guard’s hand, being careful to not rip his forefinger off.  The poor guy was stunned that I could move so fast and he froze in fear.  I smiled at him and then placed the gun between my monstrous pecs.  I was careful to leave the handle part sticking out.  I squeezed the two mounds together as if I were just breathing hard.  I then pulled the gun back out and handed it to McKinley.  Clarence stepped forward to take a look at what had happened.  Both men gasped when they saw that the simple movement of my muscle chest had squeezed the metal barrel and body of the gun into something as flat as a piece of cardboard.  It looked like some child’s cutout cardboard toy.  And then, as if on cue, both men started groping their hard cocks through their cum stained pants.  I knew at that moment I had won McKinley over as a new little worshipper, as well.  I reached down, grabbed him under his arms, and lifted him into the air like he was a piece of cardboard, too.  He was so stunned and excited that he dropped the gun.  Clarence picked it up and I knew he’d be busy for a while looking at the imprints of the veins from my chest smashed in the metal.  I brought McKinley up even with my face and smiled at him. 

 

“What’s your first name McKinley?”

 

“Francis.  I . . . mean . . . um, Frank.”

 

“Well, Francis.  I guess you’ve figured out that tonight can be your lucky night if you want it to be.  I’m pretty sure you’ve never seen a man like me and you probably never will again, but I’m planning on going inside that gym and creating a little more havoc than you’ve already seen.  If you think my size, my club-busting chest, or my gun-squeezing pecs are impressive then I can guarantee you’re going to love what I do to Tommy Coles and his men.  You see, they’re somehow involved in the kidnapping of someone very important to me and I need to get some information from them.  After I get my information I think it’s only right that I teach them a little lesson.  So, here are your choices little Francis.  I could toss your light body a few miles away and easily be done with my business by the time you make it back or you can watch me do the job I came here to do and have a few more cum explosions watching me use these muscles you admire so much.”

 

The guard’s face turned beet red.  I could tell it was the first time anyone had ever openly acknowledged they knew he was a muscle pig.  He looked down at my immense body, trying to avoid my eyes.  It saddened me that this guy had kept his lust for muscle and huge men silent for so many years.  I was determined right then and there to help him embrace his inner craving for all things super powerful and massively muscular – which really meant me.  I knew that I could demolish the macho wall he had built around himself as easily as I shattered his baton and flattened his gun.  It was time for Francis McKinley to come out of the closet as a muscle loving pig-boy.  I was going to reward Clarence and him with a strength-packed, muscle-bulging show inside the gym.  I also knew I’d have as much as fun as they were going to. 

 

“Listen, Francis.  You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of – it’s fine if you like this big body in front of you.  If you get off on some big dude easily shoving heavy weight around, that’s okay.  Look at Clarence here; he’s the biggest little muscle worshipper I’ve ever seen.  He’s still transfixed by what my powerful chest did to your gun.  And here’s the real kicker, Francis, I get off on all of it too.  Yep, that’s right, I’m a muscle whore just like you.  My cock gets super stiff any time I do something powerful.  I love what this body of mine can do and I’m proud of it.  Smashing your gun into a thin slice of metal with no effort at all got my juices pumping something awful.  I wish you could have been there earlier when I uprooted a fucking giant oak tree with just my hard rod.  Man, it was incredible.”

 

“Yeah it was, you should have seen it McKinley.  His cock poked through that oak tree like it was a piece of paper and then he pulled the whole thing out of the ground with just one twitch.  It was unbelievable.”

 

“Thank you, Clarence.  So, you see Francis, it’s fine for you to want to watch me demolish things or for you to shoot a load just from copping a feel of my gigantic arms.”

 

It was pretty clear that the big guard had no idea he had been running his hands up and down my forearms and biceps.  I’m sure his subconscious had easily taken over because the man of his deepest desires was holding him off the ground so easily.  He had been letting his fingers slide over the matching large veins that trailed up and down both arms.  Each time he got to my bulging upper arms he would try to dent the muscle with his hands but the thick skin covering hard-as-rock sinew didn’t budge at all.  The stupefied guard quickly pulled his hands away from my arms.  I laughed out loud.

 

“I can see that you need a little more encouragement, don’t you, Francis.  How about I toss you in the air like your dad used to do when you were small.  I bet you loved that when you were little – and you didn’t even know why.  Let’s step away from the building a little and send you up into orbit.  Have you ever wanted to fly Francis?  Well tonight is your lucky night.”

 

With no warning at all I lowered my arms and then raised them into the air with just a fraction of my strength and the big guard’s body shot into the air.  There wasn’t enough time for the guy to even think about screaming.  He flew into the air so quickly that even the guards in the lookout tower wouldn’t notice him.  The only sound was a gush of air that followed the heavy body into the air.  I figured that was the sound Superman made when he took off from earth – come to think of it, I made that noise every time I jumped into the air.  Both Clarence and I watched the big guy’s body disappear into the dark night air.  I worried for a few seconds that I had underestimated my still-new strength and sent the guy so high that he would either freeze like a popsicle or not have enough oxygen to breathe.

 

“Sweet fucking shit!  Where did he go?”

 

I looked at Clarence.  His mouth was wide open and he was squinting into the sky trying to find the orbiting guard.  I had a feeling that Clarence wanted to take a little flight too.  I made a mental note to give him the chance sometime.  I got the feeling that Clarence was going to have enough jack-off material to use for the rest of his life.  The guy continued to be amazed by each feat of strength I performed.  He was the perfect audience.  His enthusiasm made my balls pulse as they produced my super pumped juice.  I knew I was going to need some release soon. 

 

“Here he comes.  He’s gonna be flatter than a pancake when he hits this cement, the poor guy.”

 

I did not detect any true sadness in Clarence’s voice.  He, again, underestimated my abilities.  He just didn’t get it yet.  I glanced up and saw the guard’s body falling like meteorite to the earth.  When he reached the point just at my reach, I easily caught the guy under his arms and slowed his body down as I lowered my hands with the weight – stopping his body completely when his feet were a few inches from the ground.  I immediately chuckled out loud when I saw that Francis had the biggest childlike grin I’d ever seen on his face.  The big man was completely overjoyed at being tossed so easily into the air.  I really did believe that I had connected with the memory of some adolescent thrill given by his father or some other big older man tossing him in the air.  I knew at that moment that Francis was now as smitten as Clarence.  I raised the guard into the air so our faces were even.

 

“You liked that didn’t you, Francis?”

 

The man just nodded furiously, like he was some five-year old that wanted to please his elder.  I had a feeling he desperately wanted to be tossed in the air again, but I knew it was time for me to have a little workout with the guys inside the gym.  I also knew that Francis was going to really like the power show I was about to unleash on a whole group of men he had worshipped for a long time.  Those guys were now nothing but a distant memory to Francis, because he had met someone bigger and much stronger.  I knew this guard would now do anything I asked, but I wanted to make sure he was happier on the inside, as well.

 

“And do you like my big body, Francis?”

 

“More than anything, sir.”

 

His answer came quickly and I could tell by how forceful it was that the guy had now embraced his lust for muscle completely.  He would never again be ashamed of his desire for some bigger guy to dominate him.  Francis had stepped into the light, he was now completely freed and I knew he would spend the rest of his life trying to find another guy as big or strong as me.  I was sad that he was destined to be disappointed, but I was pretty sure he’d have a lot of fun in the midst of the search. 

 

“So, no more fear of being a muscle junkie?”

 

“No sir!”

 

“Well, just to seal the deal, Francis, and to confirm your total devotion to muscle and power, I have one more favor.  Well, it’s really an order.  You okay with that, my muscle-loving soldier?”

 

“Yes sir.”

 

“Cum!”

 

It was just a simple word – short and sweet.  But it was said by a voice full of power and from someone that was beginning to understand his control over other men – well, other humans.  I knew that my order would make the guard’s body erupt in orgasmic servitude to the super muscle man that still held him in the air.  That one simple word made Francis’ body immediately convulse in a stream of uncontrollable mind-blowing spasms.  I heard a noise to my right and turned to see that Clarence had fallen to the ground and his body was also thrusting around as he emptied a full load into his pants.  I was pretty sure the guy on the ground had emptied enough of his juice up to that point that he had probably lost ten pounds.  I was impressed he still had something to spew from his cock.  I turned back to Francis and was even more impressed to see that the guy was still shooting.  The wet stain that was once just at his crotch now reached upward covering half of his shirt and stretched below his knees in the fabric of his pants.  This guy had obviously been storing up his man-lava like a volcano that had lied dormant for centuries.  I was sure that Clarence’s abs were going to hurt like hell tomorrow – his stomach was pumping like a giant oil rig when it finally gets a gusher!  It took a few minutes for both men to stop shaking involuntarily – even after they had stopped cumming.  Then it took even longer for both of their brains to return to earth.  I knew each man wanted to stay in muscle-heaven for a lot longer, but the promise of getting to see more strength feats and to watch my body in action brought them back to reality.  I set Francis back on the ground as Clarence struggled to stand up.  I could tell his legs were very weak and his body was still shaking from its workout.  If shooting a load could have added muscle to a man’s body, both of these guys would have now been as big as me.  Boy how I loved showing off my muscles and strength for them.  I was going to have a lot of fun inside the gym.

 

“So, Francis.  You okay with me ripping a hole in that big metal door to the gym and then showing off my body and my power to the guys inside.  Remember, I promise you and Clarence, here, a ringside seat.  I might even let you two decide some of the things I’ll do to highlight my talents.  As a matter of fact, Clarence, here, suggested that I make it look like it’s a struggle to bust through the door so the guys have no idea of my real strength.  I kind of like that plan – that way the group thinks they can take me easily.  It will be fun for all of us to watch them be surprised as they realize I’m unstoppable.  So, what do you say, big guy?  You up for a massive muscle show?”

 

“Hell yeah.”

 

“Fuck yes.”

 

Again, both men answered at the same time and this made me laugh.  I turned and walked toward the corner – heading toward the massive steel door to the gym.  My cock was sticking straight up against my rock-hard abs – just from the anticipation of the fun I was about to have with my massive body.  Tommy Coles and his men were about to meet Mr. Unstoppable and it was going to be fun for me and my new muscle-worshipping slaves. 

 

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Ted (Part 8)

 

My cock was the first thing that began to grow.  I could not believe I was so insanely aware of my body that I could sense where the serum Ted had put in my food was affecting me.  It’s like when you stub your toe and your brain immediately registers the throbbing pain – even though that part of your body is so far away.  Every atom of my body seemed to be focused on my dick.  At first the feeling was very similar to the stimulation you feel when your rod starts to harden, but then it turned into something much more . . . I couldn’t find the right word . . . something much more powerful.  Yes, that was it, I was feeling a surge of power in my very-stiff member and it was perfectly clear to me that the life-long friend of my right hand inflated with every pleasure inducing pulse.  Even in the midst of the pain that was still ravaging my body I could sense the incredible endorphin rush released each time my cock expanded.  I was completely aware, for example, when my cock reached the size of what most people would call a good size.  My brain was able to somewhat celebrate the fact that I was going to impress people when I pulled down my underwear.  I wasn’t as big as John Holmes, but I knew that my once timid little cock could now stand up proud next to most men. 

 

I was not, however, ready for when the piece of meat continued to increase in size.  My mind had trouble understanding when my cock grew to the size and length of a rolling pin.  Ted, on the other hand, accepted this fact joyfully when his ass felt something hard as steel and big as that baker’s kitchen utensil forcing his body to rise into the air.  He was fully expecting the growth and, by the look on his face, he understood that my cock was nowhere near finished growing.

 

“Yeah, Brock.  God, that feels good.  Of course your cock would be the first thing to grow.  I should have known that, since it’s where your maleness is defined.  Shit, it’s as big as my forearm, but longer.  Don’t worry, man, that’s just the beginning.  What does it feel like, Brock?  God, you’ve got to tell me.”

 

“There’s . . . still . . . pain, but . . . my balls and cock feel . . . good.”

 

“Yeah, that’s it, buddy.  Focus on the good feeling.  Relax your body and your mind by concentrating on the growth.  Shit, you’re already so much bigger.”

 

Ted was right.  I could tell that my cock was now as thick as a two liter Coke bottle, but almost as long as my entire arm.  Suddenly I heard muffled fabric tearing and realized my pants were being spit open in the front by my powerful dick.  The sound was muted because Ted’s ass was covering that part of my body.  It was clear by the ecstatic look on his face that he could feel my pants busting open and allowing the growth to seemingly accelerate.  Ted began to slide his butt up and down my developing pole. I painfully forced my head to come up from the floor as I tilted my chin toward my chest.  What I saw was like something out of a horror film about aliens.  My once tiny-sized dick was now some kind of veined giant python sticking up almost to my face.  It now looked as thick as a fire hydrant – nearly as wide as my body – and was well over two feet long.  Its growth actually forced me to lay my head back down on the ground.  I could have easily licked the piss slit of my own dickhead without even moving.  I suddenly panicked.  I was sure I was turning into a circus freak.  The pain in my body suddenly took over again and I began to have trouble breathing.  Ted immediately figured out what was happening.

 

“Brock, stop it!  Don’t worry about the size of your cock.  Your body is going to catch up.  I promise.  You just have to give it time.  Don’t freak out, buddy!  Focus again on your growth.  Get back in touch with the good feeling.  Come on man.  Don’t let the size of your beautiful rod scare you.  I mean it, Brock.  Look at me.  Look at me, man!”

 

Ted was yelling now and for a second I worried that the neighbors might come knocking on the door.  This was certainly going to be hard to explain to the 80-year-old Mrs. Simpson down the hall.  I looked at the smiling face of my gorgeous roommate and somehow found the strength to focus again on the pleasure emanating now from my balls.  It hit me then, that my balls had been growing all this time, as well.  I could feel them forcing my small legs to spread wide apart.  I could tell that the two soccer-ball sized gonads had blown the seams of my pants to shreds as they inflated.  Ted was too busy running his hands up and down the cannon sticking out from under his ass to notice what I knew were two giant pulsing juice machines - causing messages of ecstasy to shoot up to my brain. 

 

I registered suddenly that the growth of my balls and cock had stopped.  The tip of my pole now rested on my face.  Ted was now in his own little muscle worship world and must have figured I was able and ready to enjoy the rest of the changes.  There was still a lot of pain and I was slightly fearful of being turned into some kind of deformed mutant, but somewhere – in the deep recesses of my mind – I knew that what was happening to me was truly incredible and wouldn’t stop until I was completely massive.

 

It was obvious that my body was going to pause after each part of me grew.  Well, it was obvious to me now that I was so “in tune” with myself.  I think it was giving my internal organs – mainly my heart – a chance to adjust to the improved me.  It immediately hit me that my internal organs were going to grow, as well.  Everything about my DNA had to be super-enhanced as I expanded.  The abrupt stretching of my torso interrupted these thoughts.  That was the best way to describe what began to happen.  I suddenly felt my upper body elongating like that old children’s toy Stretch Armstrong.  The tip of my cock slid down the bottom part of my face and then hit my neck as it fell from my chin.  I could feel the head moving down my chest as my body extended both ways from my midsection. 

 

“Aw hell, that’s so cool!”

 

Ted rode my cock as my body stretched.  He slid his ass forward in order to keep his hands near my chest.  I could tell the guy couldn’t wait until my pecs began to explode.  He was trying desperately to keep a grip on my scrawny chest, but my body moved to quickly.  I was fully conscious of when I passed the six-foot mark, and then when I kept going past seven feet.  My excitement at growing taller caused me to lose concentration, so I really had no idea if I had gone past eight feet or not.  It didn’t really matter; I just knew that I was now fucking tall.  I’m sure I looked like some kind of freakish skinny giant with a powerhouse cock.  This thought made me laugh out loud. 

 

“Brock, you’re a giant.  Oh my God, you’re going to be huge!  Bigger than I could have ever imagined.  What’s next?”

 

Don’t ask me how I knew, but I suddenly raised my hands and held them in front of Ted.  He understood immediately.  He placed his larger hands against mine.  We sat there for a few seconds in suspended animation and then it began.  Ted tightened his ass cheeks on the top of my hard pole in excited anticipation of what we were both about to observe.  My hands grew wider first.  They expanded quickly – like some animated video in fast motion.  One moment I could see the sides of Ted’s big hands extending past mine and then they were gone.  I looked like some kind of marine animal with giant stubby paddle hands.  That’s when the fingers started to thicken and grow.  It was one of the coolest things I’d ever seen.  I never knew that fingers could look so powerful.  I swear small biceps-like muscles bulged out at my finger joints as each one exploded in size.  Suddenly my hand made Ted’s look comical.  I forced our hands sideways so I could see how tiny his were compared to mine.  I could actually fold my fingers over and cover the back of his entire hand – and then some.  I was sure that my hand could now easily palm one of those exercise balls that people used in Pilates.  Ted let out a whistle and then quickly moved his hands back to my chest.  The boy did not want to miss the thrill of feeling my pecs expand.  I continued to stare at my hands as beautiful thick veins appeared across their tops, fingernails expanded, and hard-as-shit skin tightened around their hugeness.  I was mesmerized at how powerful my giant paws now looked.  It was fucking unbelievable.  I was beginning to ignore the pain in my body completely and focused only on the idea that I was turning into a muscle monster.

 

Even though I was excited about the new improvements to my body, I wasn’t prepared for the expansion of my head and neck.  Suddenly, it felt like a thousand migraines had decided to explode in my cranium at the same time.  My long skinny body went rigid from the intense shock to my system.  I cried out and Ted immediately noticed what was happening.

 

“Whoa, Brock, man I’m sorry.  I know it must be painful, but your head has to grow too.  You don’t want to have a big body and just a little pinhead, do you?  The pain isn’t going to last long.  Shit, I wish you could see your neck getting thicker and totally powerful.  Damn, I never knew a neck could look so awesome.”

 

Ted’s words helped me to maneuver my thoughts to the growth instead of the pain.  I tried to hone in on what changes I was feeling.  As soon as my focus switched I became aware of stubble sprouting across my face.  I could actually feel a beard growing.  I could also tell that it was thick hair that matched what was growing on my head.  That’s also when I became aware of my neck becoming more intense – like a solid piece of indestructible metal.  The feeling turned me on even more than watching my hands grow.  I could feel my neck and head swelling to a size that anticipated the changes to come for my body.  I understood what Ted saw in my bulging muscle-neck.  He got a glimpse of what was going to happen to my chest – the part of my body that he waited for most.  Even in the midst of pain and awareness of all this growth I could hear the collar of my shirt ripping in many places at one time.  I longed to watch my powerful neck shred through the cloth as it grew.

 

“Aw fuck, man, your neck just busted your shirt like it was nothing.  Such power, Brock, and we’ve only just begun.  Damn, I wish you could see the full manly stubble sprouting on your face.  It’s so fucking awesome.  You’re even more beautiful than before.”

 

Ted’s compliments went straight to my heads – the one throbbing with pain on top of my bulky neck and the massive hard one that was being pressed into by his tight ass.  I could no longer tell which I was enjoying more, the changes I was feeling in my body or hearing how the changes were exciting my gorgeous roommate.  I think it was pretty even.  In a flash the pain in my head stopped.  I knew we were, again, pausing for a few seconds.  My body needed time to register the growth of my skull, face and neck.  I could sense how heavy my head was now.  I knew it would be hard for my tall skinny body to not topple over if I had been able to stand up.  For right now I was way too top heavy.  My head had grown to match my soon-to-be mammoth body. 

 

The sound of something ripping filled the room.  Ted quickly turned his upper body around to follow the sound.  I instantly could feel what was happening and I was glad that Ted was watching so he could give me a description of what it looked like later.  My feet were expanding in the same fashion as my hands.  I could just imagine how my growing toes were bursting through the reinforced fronts of my tennis shoes and how the sturdy leather sides were shredding away weakly as each powerful foot packed on massive muscle.

 

“Dayum, Brock.  Your feet demolished your shoes like they were made of tissue.  Those mothers are huge.  I guess they had to match this giant rod!  You know what they say, big feet mean a big cock.  I don’t think you’ll ever be able to find shoes in your size; the things are almost as long as skis.  Who knew feet could be such a turn on.  I’m going to have to suck on those giant toes at some point.”

 

It was starting to dawn on me that Ted was one intense lover of big muscle.  The guy was probably going to enjoy my new body even more than me.  I was overcome with a feeling of deep gratitude suddenly – for the gift my roommate had given me.  But I was also enveloped by another desire, something so new to me that I couldn’t name it at first.  Suddenly it hit me, I could not wait to give my huge body to Ted.  My mind was immediately filled with an intense feeling a kind of servitude.  I wanted to be huge for myself, yes, but I also wanted to be a freaking muscle god so I could please my roommate.  This latter feeling was even stronger than the first.  I wanted to make all of my little buddy’s muscle dreams come true.  I intended to use my size to help him live out his fantasies.  This was a desire flooding my entire new huge frame with an intensity that almost felt like it would cause me to explode.  Wait a minute, I just referred to Ted as my little buddy and it felt so right.  A major shift had just happened in my psyche to match the changes to my body. 

 

I had moved across some intangible line in the universe.  My perspective had changed.  I was no longer the guy that fantasized about hooking up with a massive muscled hunk, now I looked forward to fulfilling fantasies as the massive muscled hunk.  I looked at my upcoming new humongous physique as a gift – a gift that was to be shared.  I could not wait for the chance to flex my giant body for Ted.  I wanted to make my roommate orgasm just from feeling my biceps or sucking on my chest.  I no longer wanted a huge body for myself; I wanted it for others – specifically Ted.  This intense feeling seemed to fuel my body in some way.  I registered the monumental change within my mind and how it was part of becoming the giant man I was soon to be.  I loved Ted in a new and forever kind of way.  Tears welled up in my eyes as I thought about giving him everything he had ever wanted.

 

My Hallmark card moment was interrupted by sudden growth in my legs and my glutes.  I felt my ass explode through my pants and press my crotch, and Ted, higher into the air.  Ted let out a squeal of delight as his body rose.  He sensed the power coursing through my ass cheeks.  Again, he turned around to watch each of my legs become thicker than his entire body.  I could feel the newly formed muscles of my calves’ blast through pants’ legs and I’m pretty sure the sight was unbelievable, because Ted’s body began to shake with excitement.  He actually let go of my chest to applaud.  This made me smile.  I was overjoyed at his sudden childlike reaction to my body.  And then my thighs exploded – actually sending scraps of cloth into the air – just from the force of my sudden growth. 

 

“Fuck, that’s unbelievable!”

 

Ted’s enthusiasm was contagious.  My cock twitched up and down because of the sudden awareness that my legs were now monstrous.  Ted had to reach down and grab hold of the large pole he was straddling, just to keep his balance.  He was getting his wish of riding my body like a bucking bronco.  I noticed the expansion of my upper legs shoved my giant-sized balls into the air and this gave Ted’s lower back some support.  He quickly laid his body down on top of my long upper torso, scooting up on my cock so his hands and face would be right at my chest.  Ted had been waiting for this part of my body to grow since this began and he wasn’t going to miss it.  I was still marveling at the feeling caused by my new and improved legs.  My thick thighs now caused my legs to be pushed away from each other, but I could feel that my monster calves still actually touched.  They were that big.  I could feel power surging through every inch of the new powerful support system below my waist.  I could not wait to see how they looked in the mirror.  Ted was now sliding his body up and down my huge prick, while he, at the same time, used his thighs to try and squeeze my enormous balls.  I could tell his small legs were squeezing hard, but I barely felt it.  The strength of my juice sacs was mind-blowing and exciting at the same time.  I knew this was just a small preview of how powerful my body was going to be.  Ted could tell all of his leg strength felt like nothing to my balls.

 

“Aw shit, Brock, you don’t even feel that do you?”

 

“Barely.  It feels nice.”

 

“Nice?  I’m squeezing your balls with all my might and it just feels fucking nice?  Holy hell, you’re going to have more power than I’ve ever dreamed of, buddy.  You’re going to be bigger than a bear and stronger than a tank!  I’m ready for the chest, man.  I’ve got to feel these pecs grow.”

 

It was as if his wish was my command.  All of the sudden my upper torso began to reconfigure in many ways all at one time.  Ted had each of my pecs in a claw-like grasp with his fingers.  He was squeezing my barely meaty chest with all his strength.  I lifted my head to watch whatever it was that was causing him to moan out loud and his eyes to almost bug out of his head.  I heard my entire shirt basically disintegrate in seconds.  I knew that even the cloth beneath Ted’s hands was ripped away from my body, like a magician that pulls a tablecloth out from under a place setting.  My roommate let out a cry of glee at the sight of my body busting out of my shirt in one quick motion.  When I looked down I saw the skin and muscle of each pectoral swelling like my body was some kind of morphing program on a computer.  The density of each globe of meat was increasing in a way that was forcing Ted’s fingers, now white-knuckled because of his exertion, to straighten completely out.  No amount of pressure he could muster prevented my pecs from unbending each finger.  I was also amazed to watch how my skin, dented by Ted’s palm and grip, ballooned out and became perfectly smooth.  Ted was pushing with all his might but his small hands could not cause even a slight dimple in my growing chest muscle. 

 

Ted finally let out a defeated yell and stopped pressing down on my expanding chest.  He simply let his hands rest on the inflating muscle and started moving them in circles to feel the entire monster shelf.  I noticed that each circle had to go out wider because my chest was growing so quickly.  Ted also dropped his face down into the deepening valley between the two mountains growing in front of him.  His moaning became more like growls of orgasmic delight as he felt pec muscle squeezing both sides of his head tightly.  He started trying to shake his head lower between the two pillows of power, but he couldn’t move at all.  I watched as his head was forced upward away from my body as my chest continued to burst outward into two huge muscled blimps.  I could see him trying to lick the bottom of the valley between my pecs, but his head was pushed upward so much that his tongue didn’t come close to reaching.  I actually could see my own cock and part of Ted’s body when looking between the two giant muscled pillows that easily held Ted’s head in place.  I tensed my chest a little and Ted screamed out in pain.  I quickly relaxed the muscles and Ted was able to use his hands to push on my pecs and dislodge his head from my powerful grip.

 

“Shit, Brock, what are you trying to do, squish my into something as thin as paper?”

 

“I’m sorry, Ted.”

 

“Wait a minute man, that was just a slight pec tense – wasn’t it?”

 

“Um, yes.”

 

“Sweet fucking hell, that felt like ten car crushing machines put together and you’re telling me you barely squeezed?”

 

“That would be an affirmative, roomy.”

 

“Fuck yeah!”

 

And as he yelled in pleasure at the thought of how strong my chest was, he began to pound on both of them with his closed fists, like a judge’s gavel.  I could tell Ted was hitting me hard, but I felt nothing.  I guess, if I concentrated, I could register that something was happening, but it was like when you sense that an ant is crawling on your arm.  Ted was using all of his strength to strike me in the chest and I felt nothing.  Each tap of his hand did nothing to my skin or muscle – there wasn’t even the slightest indention.  I began to smile at the knowledge of how powerful my body was going to be.  Ted stopped his pounding, placed his hands back on my chest, and rested.  He was breathing hard – just from his pathetic attempt to make my body feel something.

 

“You don’t even feel that, do you?”

 

“If I concentrate on that part of my body I kind of feel something, but really it’s like a cotton ball falling on my skin.”

 

“Dayum, that’s so fucking hot!  I can’t believe . . .”

 

Ted’s sentence was cut short because his attention was suddenly diverted again to my pecs.  I knew what was happening and what caused him to stop talking.  I could feel it.  My nipples and the dark skin encircling them were now growing.  Ted wasted no time, he opened his mouth wide and clamped down hard on my right nipple.  The guy wanted to feel the sweet meat expanding in his mouth.  He immediately started sucking as if his life depended on it.  I could feel my once-tiny nub growing into something that resembled a small cock.  My nipple was actually filling Ted’s mouth and forcing his clenched teeth apart with ease.  I was pretty sure that there was now more strength in just one of my man tits than a fleet of Hummers.  Ted’s moans of pleasure made it obvious he realized the same thing. 

 

My enjoyment of my new giant chest was suddenly overshadowed by my awareness of what had happened simultaneously to my mid section.  It became obvious that my abdominals had not only exploded into powerful thick ridges of muscle, but they also had become even stronger than my pecs.  I had always heard that a person’s core was the most important muscle group and now I understood completely.  I realized that without an indestructible middle my body would be worth nothing.  I needed something to support both my tremendous upper body, but also a lower torso that would be able to withstand all of the things my super strong legs were going to be able to do.  It was clear that if Ted had chosen to pound my abs the same way he did my chest he would have broken many of the bones in his hands, wrists, and forearms.  My abdominal muscles and lower back were now able to withstand incomprehensible amounts of abuse.  I could not wait to test them out.  I also couldn’t wait to count the muscle bricks that now made up the wall that covered my stomach.

 

My mind shifted to my upper back.  Without even focusing on that part of my body I knew it had grown beyond massive.  The phrase “that lat spread is wider than a entire state” had finally found someone that came close to matching the metaphor.  I knew that my shoulders now spread as far as Ted’s entire body turned long ways – probably further.  I also knew that my muscle covered back probably looked like three or four pro bodybuilders standing beside each other.   I had never been a “back” man – I didn’t get off on some big guy showing off that part of his body.  But that all changed as soon as I thought about my own back.  I imagined doing push ups with a SUV parked on top of me.  I made a mental note to ask Ted to sleep on my back one night, knowing we’d probably need to put a foam mattress on the hard muscle to make it comfortable.  I wanted to be his bed and then I realized he could probably hold a sleep over with five of his friends and still have room to spare.  My cock jerked hard as I thought about what my back must look like.  The sudden movement underneath Ted made him glance up at me, even as he continued to suck on my cock-sized nipple.  He made a face that made it clear he wanted to know what made my dick jump so hard.

 

“I was just thinking about how big my back must be.”

 

This made Ted stop sucking for a few seconds and I could tell he had a big smile on his face.  And then we both heard more ripping sounds.  We had both forgotten about my arms.  The puny twigs that had been resting beside my giant torso had begun to grow.  My biceps, triceps, and forearms grew so fast that the material of my shirt didn’t just rip; it actually separated at each thread.  We both were mesmerized as we watched the sleeves be blown into a pile of jumbled thin strings in a split second.  We had little time to look at the material, however, when my biceps started to balloon larger than the tires of a small car.  I wasn’t even tensing the muscles and they looked ten times larger than any heavyweight bodybuilder we had ever seen.  My lats were so large that they forced my arms to turn slightly and stick out from my body.  This helped me to see that my triceps now looked like the bottoms of medium sized boats covered in skin.  My forearms were also thicker than my entire old body.  I made fists with my hands and then brought my forearms upward, causing my biceps to bulge out in a semi flex.  Seeing my giant arms explode with a myriad of peaks and a roadmap of blood-pumping veins was too much for both Ted and me.  As soon as my monster arms swelled up into just a portion of their insane size my cock began to pump buckets of muscled cum.  The force was unimaginable and I was thankful that Ted’s own incredible orgasm had forced him to raise his body away from mine.  I was sure the exploding cum might have felt like missiles hitting him and could have hurt him – or worse.  Ted’s ejaculation caused him to cry out and my own new thunderous voice seemed to cause the room to shake as I, too, moaned in pleasure.  It felt like the planet stopped spinning as I came.  My entire body was on fire with sensations beyond my wildest dreams.  I felt so powerful as I shot load after load of milky cum into the air.  I felt indestructible . . . unstoppable.  

 

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Brock – Part 9

 

The building that housed the gym had a large garage-like door that opened mechanically.  I could tell it was made of strong metal, which was about a half of foot thick.  I’m sure the entire thing weighed multiple tons.  It would probably take a crane or an army of men to lift the thing back onto its metal track if it somehow came off.  It had tightly spaced bars at the top and bottom that stuck out from a solid sheet of metal running across the entire middle.  I was tall enough to look in through the bars at the top, but other men were simply even with the plate of metal.  The openings at the top and the bottom were there to help “air out” the gym as guys worked out.  I got a huge whiff of muscleman sweat when I walked to the door.  I looked in and saw about twelve huge men working out.  Some of them were quite impressive.  I was sure all they ever did was work out.  I knew immediately that Tommy Coles was the elder balding guy in the middle of the group.  He was chatting with a couple of massive guys who were taking a break from the bench where they had obviously been pressing some serious looking weight. 

 

My cock actually twitched at the sight of the huge men in the gym.  None of them were really close to my size, but most of them – except Tommy Coles, himself – were even bigger than my new muscle slave guard, Francis.  No wonder the guy liked to whack off watching these guys work out – compared to most men they were monstrous.  Compared to me, however, they were tiny.  I looked at the door and contemplated grabbing the metal plating in the middle and pulling it back like it was just the top of a sardine can, but then I remembered that, although it would be a simple task, it would give away how strong I really was and we wanted to let the boys inside be surprised by my power.  I reached up to where the door slid into the metal frame at the wall.  Francis grabbed the keys attached to his belt and spoke to me as he fumbled to find a specific one.

 

“I can open the door a little for you – to get it going.”

 

I looked down at him and smiled.  The guy swallowed hard because my face made it clear that he didn’t need to do a thing.  He dropped the keys to the ground as he began to understand what I intended to do.  He watched me intently.  I chuckled as I answered him.

 

“That won’t be necessary.”

 

I slid the thick fingers of my left hand along the large door and pressed the tips between where the two slabs of metal overlapped when it was shut.  I pressed in slightly and the steel plating of the frame buckled with no resistance.  I was able to get my fingers deep into the frame and easily pulled a huge part of the strong steel casing from the door.  Both men standing next to me moaned out loud.  I glanced down and saw that they were each rock hard and stroking themselves through their pants. 

 

“Don’t get hot and bothered too soon, boys.  We’ve got a lot more showing off to come.  This is as easy for me as it is for you to crumple the foil wrapper of a piece of chewing gum.  Make sure you hold out for some of the really impressive displays of power to come.  Remember, little Clarence, you’re going to hold out as long as you can – we’re hoping you won’t cum until all of this is over and I give you the okay.  I doubt you’ll be able to do it, but it sure will be fun trying.”

 

I returned my focus to the door.  I slid my right hand into the hole my other hand had easily created and dug my fingers through concrete so I could wrap them around the thick edge of the solid metal frame.  The feeling of my thick fingertips pushing through concrete like it was only wet paper towels made my insides flutter like a schoolgirl in love and my cock pulse against my abs quickly.  Here was the thick outer wall of a building being destroyed easily by just my fingers.  I loved how incredible that made me feel.  I got a jolt of adrenaline every time I crushed something that was supposedly unbreakable by human hands.  It wasn’t exactly a feeling of cockiness – it was more of a giddy excitement caused by my newfound awareness of how powerful my body was – even just the fingers of one hand.  I was again amazed when I realized my hand was big enough to easily grip the very wide end of the huge door.  I compressed my fingers a little just to feel how effortlessly I could dent solid metal.  My fingers squeezed into the steel like it was just a ball of cotton.  Both guys were craning their necks around my massive arm to see what my hand was doing.  Francis was speechless, but Clarence simply could not refrain from giving a play-by-play.

 

“Shit, you poked through concrete like it was nothing.  Look at how your fucking thumb presses into solid steel as if it were soft dough.  That’s such intense power!  Those guys inside are gonna have no fucking clue about how strong you are.  This is going to be great!”

 

His words made me chuckle and they made Francis moan louder - like a dog in heat.  My thoughts returned to the fun waiting inside and I pulled ever-so-lightly and the giant door slid open.  It moved easily – like it was cardboard.  I knew the door would be insanely heavy to any other person, but it was a breeze to me.  My powerful hand effortlessly overpowered the electric juice keeping the door shut, as well as moving the mass of metal with no difficulty.

 

“That thing weighs tons!”

 

Francis was totally shocked and could not contain his excitement at what I had done.  He immediately pressed his hand up against the now deformed concrete that had been destroyed by my fingers.  Clarence would not be outdone, though, and he was running his hand across the finger indentions at the end of the door.  Both men momentarily forgot about what was going to happen inside the gym.  I stepped into the hot, man-scented room – having to duck to make it through the large doorway.  I had made little noise entering the room, even as I muscle manhandled concrete and steel, so no one even turned to look in our direction.  Most of the men were intently pushing around what they thought was heavy weight, but it looked like child’s play to me.  I decided to get everyone’s attention at the same moment.  I used my full voice and it sounded like some kind of mega-bullhorn.

 

“So, are you weak little boys ready to see a real man throw around some serious poundage?”

 

All eyes quickly turned toward me.  I watched as twelve heads jerked at the same time and then had to tilt backwards to take in my full size.  I saw a momentary look of shock in each man’s eyes and then they recovered and everyone was on their feet instantly.  Tommy Coles moved to the front of the group as they gathered into a gang-like clump, ready to defend their gym.  The elder leader’s mouth turned into a sneer and he gave off attitude as he spoke. 

 

“Sorry, pal, this gym is reserved just for us.  I don’t think you’ll be throwing any weights around.”

 

“I wasn’t talking about the weights.  I intend to toss you guys around.  This gym belongs to me, now.”

 

“That’s some cocky words from a guy that’s trespassing.  I don’t care how big you are, mister.  Look around – it seems to be pretty uneven.  You might want to turn around and leave before you and your boyfriends get hurt.”

 

“Uneven, huh?  Okay, I’ll let you go round up a few hundred more men to make it almost even Tommy-boy.  Hell, go ahead and get every person within a mile – it’s not going to help.”

 

“I don’t know how you know my name, naked-boy, but you’ve just dug your own grave.  Tear him apart boys and once you’re done with the shit-for-brains muscle head, teach Clarence and his friend a lesson, too.”

 

I could feel thick drops of pre-cum leaking from my dick slit, just from the impending muscle fun coming my way.  I stood there relaxed, but very excited, as I watched the group of big men start moving into action.  They took their time, thinking they were building the tension before they kicked my ass.  I smiled at their folly – knowing they had no idea that they were about to encounter something unstoppable.  And, as if my last thought were some kind of cue, two of the larger men lowered their bodies and ran directly at me with their shoulders aimed at my mid-section.  I placed my hands behind my back and stood there in a teasingly calm way.  I didn’t even tense my abs, mainly because I had learned what my body was capable of – and when these two supposedly huge bodybuilders hit me it was going to feel like two drops of water falling against my skin.  I knew both guys thought they were going to slam my big body into the steel door behind me.  They anticipated my stomach succumbing to their powerful blows and the fight being over before it even began.  I glanced behind them and saw that Tommy Coles and the other guys were smiling because they knew I was a goner – they thought I was about to learn a lesson about challenging the men that ran this prison.

 

As a small boy I always marveled at how a fly, caught in the house, would throw it’s body against a shut window and be stunned to find that the glass stopped it completely.  The fly would continue to try and penetrate the window until it finally slid down the pane to the windowsill totally tapped out.  For a few seconds my body was flooded with a jolt of orgasmic electricity as I prepared to do the same to these to large men.  It barely registered when their bulky shoulders hit my abdominals.  It felt like nothing to my powerful – still un-flexed – stomach.  It was obvious, though, that the two men were not spared pain in the same way.  I don’t think shoulders were broken, but I do know that both men instantly blacked out from the impact.  Nothing on my entire body moved even a fraction of an inch.  These two huge heavy bodies smacked up against something more solid and something more dense – and then they simply slid down my lower torso and legs to crumple on the floor at my feet.  I bent over, grabbed both unconscious men by the waistband of their prison pants and lifted them into the air.  I held both guys at my waist and looked at the rest of their gang.

 

“Two down so soon Tommy?  You sure you don’t want to call for back-up now?”

 

I then tossed both men in opposite directions.  They went sailing through the air, even though I had basically just flicked my hands, and slammed up against opposing walls.  Again their bodies slid to the ground.  I knew they were going to have severe headaches in the morning – and quite a few bruises.  I also knew that the war was just starting and I made a mental note to not dispense with the remaining big guys as quickly as the first two.  I had promised Clarence and Francis a great show and I did not want to disappoint my two little worshippers.  Tommy shouted at the remaining men.

 

“Shut the fucker up, now!”

 

The largest of the gang let out a rebel yell, signaled to a guy near him, and then they lifted a bar loaded with weights off of its stand where he had been doing bench presses.  I cold tell there was tons of weight on the bar – well, a lot of weight to anyone besides me.  It took both men to manipulate the bulky item into a battering ram and they took off running towards me.  The anticipation of what was about to happen made my heart start beating with excitement.  I felt like a middle school kid with a crush on a classmate, but this time the crush was actually focused on my own muscles and what they could do.  I brought my right hand out in front of me, making sure it was even with the tip of the bar.  My arm didn’t budge at all when the force of the two men and the heavy weights struck my palm.  I wish I could have said the same about the two men.  Immediately, both came flying forward – the first guy’s body rammed into the thick stack of weights in front of him and the other guy flew into the muscled back of the first.  Both guys were stunned but they continued to grip the weights.  I quickly reached out, grabbed the bar behind the second guy, and lifted it into the air above my head.  The feet of both men came off the floor as their bodies went upward.  They were still too shocked to let go.  Even with one end of the heavy bar uneven because of the weight of the two guys, I was able to hold it straight using little of my strength.  The combined load was very light to my muscled arm.  I stared at the unbelieving faces of both men for a few seconds and then began to shake the bar.  Their entire frames began to flop around like a plastic bag being manipulated by fifty mile-per-hour winds.  They could not hold on for even fifteen seconds.  The two big guys dropped to their feet and wobbled a little – still stunned by the sudden impact with my strong palm.

 

I brought the weighted bar down level with their faces.  I could see they were beginning to register the fact that I held with only one hand what the two of them together had struggled to carry.  I steadied the bar, which actually bent downward at the ends because of the massive amount of weight, with my thumb and pinkie.  I then brought my forefinger and ring finger over the bar while my middle finger stayed under it.  I have never witnessed eyes grow so wide as I did then.  Both men were transfixed as I pushed down with my two fingers on top of the bar – against my middle finger – and the steel rod bent like it as a piece of red-vine licorice.  I continued to push down until the two sets of weights at the ends met and clanged together like deformed church bells.  I heard both of the little muscle worshippers behind me cry out in pleasured pain as they tried hard not to shoot a newly built-up load of cum at my display of power.  The color in the faces of both huge prisoners standing in front of me quickly drained away and their mouths dropped open in disbelief. 

 

“Hard to believe it, isn’t it little boys - that my three fingers would have more strength than both of your bodies put together.  Well, actually they have a lot more than that.  And just in case you might think it’s some kind of trick, watch this.”

 

I quickly switched the placement of my fingers and, with little work, I pushed up - making the ends of the bar rise again as I straightened it.  You could hear the metal bar screeching in protest as my fingers manipulated it easily.  Both of the big muscled guys staring at what my hand had just accomplished stopped breathing - their tiny brains could not fathom someone having this kind of strength.  I glanced down and saw that the front of their orange regulation prison pants were now tented; pressed out by hard cocks.  These massive straight hardened-criminals could not help from getting turned on by my power.  That fact thrilled me beyond belief.  I glanced back up at their frozen faces and smiled.

 

“You guys like what you see, don’t you.  Well, watch this my new little admirers.”

 

I tossed the bar into the air and caught it with my palm facing up, grabbing it like someone might take hold of a javelin.  I brought my arm back slightly and then sent the bar flying through the air across the large room.  Every eye in the gym, except the two that were still unconscious, watched the massive weights soar toward the opposite wall like a missile.  The force of my toss caused the weights at the first end of the bar to penetrate through the thick concrete wall easily and with little noise.  It was like a nail piercing quickly into a piece of balsa wood.  I had calculated just the right amount of power to send the bar only halfway into the wall.  The opposite end of weights stuck out of the newly made, perfectly circular hole like some kind of piece of modern art.  I was staring at the vibrating end of the weighted bar when I felt something like a fly landing on the side of my face.  I turned my eyes to see that one of the big dudes had recovered enough from his surprise at my strength to pick up a two-hundred pound steel dumbbell and slam it against my head.  The power of his blow caused the steel end of the weight to dent to the contours of my head and it was now molded around my ear.  His fingers were trapped against my cheek.  I looked at him and smiled.

 

“Did you really think that would hurt me, little man?”

 

I reached up and grabbed the weight, being careful to let him pull his hand away before I did anything that would hurt him.  I brought the dumbbell even with his face and held it at both ends with my hands.  My chest bulged slightly as I pressed in – causing the handle in the middle to cave in on itself like an accordion.  In an instant the two bulky hexagon shaped ends of the dumbbell came together.  I continued to squeeze my hands, compressing the solid metal into round ball.  It was like how a child manipulates snow when making it into something for throwing.  I then pinched the top of the smooth metal orb and caused two small solid strips to stick out of the now tightly packed weight.  They looked like small bunny ears.  I brought the entire fixture to my right nipple.  I bent the tips of both strips so they faced my insanely thick nub and then I squeezed them together.  They were forced into the sides of my nipple until they clamped onto it with a grip equaling the power of a crane used in construction.  I let go and my new nipple ring hung there beautifully from my massive chest.  The feeling of hard steel clamping into my nipple made my cock jump.   

 

The two hundred pounds did not cause my skin to sag at all – it was good to know that even my nipple was fucking powerful.  I looked back at the guy that had been brave enough to think a dumbbell slammed against my head could hurt me.  I leaned down towards him and then slightly flexed my right pec.  The minor bounce of my chest still had enough force to twitch my nipple so that the two hundred pound weight went flying upward.  It caught the chin of the guy in front of me and sent him flying into the air – backwards a few feet and he fell to the floor – completely out like the other guys.  I continued bouncing my chest and marveled at how the ball attached to my nipple flew up and down, making a loud thud each time it struck my pec. I turned around so Clarence and Francis could get a good view my new accessory. 

 

“Remind me to make one for my other mega nip before I leave.  I like a guy that’s comfortable enough with himself to wear jewelry, don’t you?”

 

Both men gritted their teeth as they nodded in agreement.  I could tell they were still trying not to shoot bucket loads of cum as their eyes followed the bouncing ball attached to my nipple.  It was obvious that they were enjoying the show and that had been one of my main goals.  I turned back to the remaining men.  The guy standing nearest me, the one that had helped his buddy battle ram the weight into my palm suddenly turned into a wild, but stupid, man.  He began to throw punches into my chiseled abs one after another.  One punch from his big powerful arms would have probably sent most men to the hospital, but they didn’t even begin to tickle me.  I let him go crazy for a few minutes and actually yawned as he used up all of his strength punching my hard-as-a-brick-wall stomach.  He finally dropped his tired arms and drooped his shoulders forwarded as he tried to catch his breath.  His hands were bloodied from pounding against my indestructible abs and he heaved like a ninety-year old man that had just climbed a bunch of stairs.  Compared to me, he indeed looked like a broken-down sickly older man.

 

 “And what exactly did that accomplish?  Here, let me show you what a real punch looks like.”

 

I grabbed the guy by his shoulders and moved him to the right, lining him up with two other guys that were coming towards me.  I did not even use a fraction of my strength when I brought my fist to his stomach.  I did not want to penetrate the man’s muscled mid-section; I merely wanted to use him like a bowling ball.  The effect of my punch was perfect.  The guy’s feet immediately left the ground as he folded over from the force of my blow and went flying backwards.  He caught the two other men off guard and hit them in succession with enough power that all three now sailed through the air into the opposite wall - just beside my bench-press bar artwork.  They looked like three pancakes slammed on a griddle.  They stayed in place for a few seconds – just from the strength of my blow – and then they fell to the ground, now a pile of unconscious bodies.

 

“And then there were six Tommy-boy.  Getting nervous?”

 

I could tell the remaining guys, including Tommy, were in amazed – not to mention scared shitless – by my power.  I had to give it to them, though, because this did not deter their warrior spirit.  I believe they had now begun to view themselves as the biblical David and I was their Goliath.  They figured there had to be some weakness to the giant standing in front of them and they were either going to find it or perish trying.  I respected their fervor.  I laughed at the fact that they had not yet figured there was nothing that could stop me, but it was impressive that they were still trying.  Tommy slapped one of the big guys on the back and called out an order.

 

“Turner, Shotz, and Martin – take him down.  Let’s see if he’s as powerful when he’s on the ground.”

 

I actually laughed out loud.  These guys were actually as dumb as they looked.  The three big men that had received the order ran toward me and jumped on me – with the intention of dragging me to the ground.  I merely stood there and let them grab hold of my neck, head, and shoulders as they attached their smaller bodies to mine.  I’m sure each guy was either near or over 300 pounds.  Suddenly I had about 900 pounds attached to my upper body and it felt like I had simply put on a light sweater.  The entire room froze – including the guys on top of me – because I hadn’t moved at all.  I loved the feeling of three humongous grown men hanging onto my upper torso and me not budging an inch.  I made a mental note to some day have a group of guys climb all over me.  I had a feeling that I could cause myself to have a strong climax if I got to watch a bunch of men climbing all over me like I was a mountain.  I knew it wouldn’t be hard to find many willing climbers. 

 

Before the shock of not being able to move my body at all wore off of my little attachments, I reached out and wrapped my big arms around their large – but small to me – upper torsos.  I brought my arms in closer and caught all three men in a giant bear hug.  Conveniently, I maneuvered them so that they all faced each other.  It kind of looked like we were all in a huddle, except their feet were a foot off the ground and my shoulders and head still towered over them.  I squeezed hard enough so that the men couldn’t move, but I wasn’t straining my arms even a little.  If cocks made noise when they shot hard – like things in cartoons – I swear we would have heard eight loud “sproings” at the same time.  The three guys in my arms, Tommy Coles and the two guys still standing beside him, and my two little muscle buddies all went stiff as rock when they saw me easily manhandle three huge men.  In fact, my cock would have made the loudest noise – because of its size – since I also got harder thinking about hugging three bodybuilders so tight that they couldn’t move.  I brought my face down, closer to the heads of the three men dangling in my arms.  I whispered to them softly – to tease them with false kindness.

 

“It feels good to be wrapped in the stronger arms of a bigger man, doesn’t it boys.  All three of you are leaking pre-cum just from the thought of my massive biceps squeezing you tightly.  Guess what guys; I’m not exerting any force at all.  You can’t move, but I haven’t even begun to squeeze.  That turns you on even more doesn’t it?  Here’s a little taste of what’s coming.”

 

I squeezed my arms only a slight fraction of what I was capable of and I heard air being forced out of the lungs of all three men.  The rush of air in the center of the circle actually caused their hair to be pushed backwards – like they were on some ride at a theme park.  They also each moaned out loud as they felt my arms bulge into their backs – causing them to press into each other painfully.  I didn’t want to hurt them or cause them to blackout too soon, mainly because I wanted to play a little more.  I lessened the tenseness of my biceps.  Each guy quickly gasped for air.  A whiff of cum shot up from below and I was positive that my short powerful bear hug had caused each man to lose a load of juice.  Damn, that got me excited.  Just by crushing these guys with a little power I was able to fulfill some hidden fantasy deep in the recesses of their minds.  Each guy secretly loved my power – even while he hated it.  They were beginning to realize I was just toying with them.  They knew I could pulverize their bodies just by hugging them tightly.  That thought thrilled them even as it caused much fear.

 

“Yeah, little men.  You know I’m just using a little of the pressure these arms are capable of.  I’ve squeezed huge boulders into tiny stones with these arms.  I could split redwoods with just a little tug of these monster biceps.  And those thoughts get your juices flowing, don’t they.  Take a good deep inhale boys and smell the sweet man-nectar my arms have squeezed out of your bodies.  I bet you there’s a lot more juice where that came from, isn’t there.  You don’t want to cum for the big man holding you in the air, but you have no choice.  Each time I squash you like you were a little lemon you have to release fluid as a way of saying thank you.  Let’s test my theory.  I think it’s time for round two.”

 

This time I started squeezing slowly, just to build the tension.  I could see each guy trying to take deep breaths, but every time I flexed my arms a little tighter his lungs were compressed more.  It finally reached a point where I knew every man was not able to inhale at all.  They were hanging onto their final breath like it was their last and that’s when I squeezed even tighter than before.  I heard a few snapping sounds and knew it was simply bones adjusting like at the chiropractor.  I still wasn’t using enough strength to break anything, but I was certainly causing each of them to get close to passing out.  Even though they were limp from exhaustion their legs started kicking wildly as each guy shot his second load of cum.  They were so very appreciative of my power.  I contemplated finishing the job on these three guys right then, rendering them unconscious, but the whimpers from the guys at my side made me remember my promise of a muscled power show.  It dawned on me that the whimpers were also because Clarence and Francis longed to be in the bear hug, too.  I released my grip on the boys and actually let their bodies drop to the floor.  Since no blood had been flowing to their legs for a while they fell all the way to the ground like a pile of jelly.  I turned my head to my two muscle worshippers.

 

“Hey, don’t worry guys.  I’ll give you a taste of one of my hugs some day.  I promise not to squeeze too hard, though.  I wouldn’t want to snap you in two.”

 

The moment with my little followers gave Tommy and the two remaining boys time to re-group.  Everyone had been impressed with my most recent display of power, but the guys standing near Tommy had recovered quicker than the jelly-men at my feet.  Suddenly a forty-pound disk-shaped weight hit me in the chest and bounced off, falling to the floor - just missing the head of one of the guys beneath me.  I looked up in time to see one of the big dudes send another weight through the air, throwing it like someone would toss a Frisbee.  I was instantly impressed that he had the strength to do this.  I, however, merely raised my hand this time and easily caught the man-powered made up weapon.  The other guy immediately threw a third weight and I caught it with my other hand.  In a flash I brought both of the wide weights to the tip of my dick and slammed them on either side. 

 

“Here’s what I call safe fighting, boys.  Thanks for the condom.  You’ve heard of Ironman, well this is Irondick.”

 

I quickly molded both of the thick slabs of steel around the tip of my cock.  I squeezed the metal together and made a crude covering.  My giant prick continued to stick straight up against my stomach; the extra eighty pounds was nothing to its power.  This action was completed so fast that I was able to catch the next two disks as they soared toward me. 

 

“You guys really don’t play nice, do you?  I think it’s time to teach my Frisbee friends a lesson.  Here, catch!”

 

I barely flicked the two forty-pound disks, but they zoomed through the air catching both men on either side of Tommy right in the stomach.  The suddenness of their departure freaked the older guy out completely.  At one moment he had two of his goons standing beside him and in an instant they were gone.  The weights had enough force to lift each man off the floor and send him flying across the room.  Both ended up about fifteen feet away, lying on the ground, not moving, and with a forty-pound weight resting on their stomach.  I knew Tommy suddenly felt vulnerable.  He was only tough as long as he had his muscle boys protecting him.  He shouted at the guys still at my feet.

 

“What are you doing, you little shits?  Get him.”

 

I could hear the panic in Tommy’s voice.  I knew it was time to end this little charade of a battle, for there had never even been a chance of Tommy and his boys winning.  It had taken them a while to realize that fact, but now the boss man was so scared he was resorting to insulting his own bodyguards.  Not a smart move, for these goons were definitely going to wake up some day.  I was pretty sure they would remember his cowardice.

 

“Now, now, Tommy.  Is that any way to treat your little boys?  Remember they’re a lot bigger than you.  There’s no need to blame them for losing to an unstoppable force – something more powerful than all of them together.  I hope they remember how you turned on them.  Right now, though, let’s make it just you and me.”

 

One of the big men at my feet was still sitting on the floor, one was standing – although he was pretty wobbly - and one was trying to push his frame off of the ground.  I moved above the one sitting down and aimed.  I forced my monster hard cock to leave my abs and fall forward.  The tip, now covered in solid steel, caught the guy squarely on the head.  I could tell he was out instantly, but his body just sat there and didn’t fall over.  I raised my foot a little in the air and brought it down on the floor beside him – pretty hard.  The entire room shook a little, because I still couldn’t completely gauge the strength one of my legs possessed.  The impact made the guy fall over.  It also caused the guy standing up to wobble a little more and the third guy was still trying to push his prone body up from the floor.  I quickly turned my body and let the weighted tip of my rod catch the standing guy in his stomach.  The man double over on my monster rod immediately and then flipped over it like he was some kind of gymnast.  He landed squarely on the guy I had tapped on the head.  Now there was just the guy that was still struggling to get up off the floor.  I reached over and grabbed a metal bench with one of my big hands.  I placed it over the guys back and then started to press down with my hand.  The four legs burst into the concrete floor at the same time.  This is what I wanted.  I pressed the bench down until it pinned the guy’s body against the floor.  I removed my hand and the big man tried in vain to push the bench upward.  I had easily trapped him and knew it would take a lot a machinery to free him later on. 

 

I became aware that Tommy Coles was no longer standing in the middle of the room.  I knew exactly where he intended to go and I used such super speed to stand in front of the opening at the front door that no one registered it.  The scared older man had been moving quickly, looking back over his shoulder to make sure I was still busy taking care of his goons.  This caused him to run smack into my body – his upper torso coming into contact with my bulging, hard-as-titanium chest.  The impact was so severe and so surprising that he instinctively reached out to grab something so he could prevent himself from falling backwards.  His hands gripped the strongest thing they could find – my monster cock.  There was much pain throughout his upper body, where it slammed into my immovable chest, but this did not prevent him from being totally shocked and focused on the fact that I had appeared in front of him, seemingly from nowhere.  I even heard Clarence and Francis gasp with delight at how quickly my huge body could move.  I looked down at the now trembling Mr. Coles – who continued to hold fast to my huge hard rod.

 

“Thinking of going somewhere, Tommy-boy?  I’m not finished playing.  You and I have and appointment – and I wouldn’t want you to miss the fun.  But first, you have some important information to share with me.  Someone has taken my good friend Ted and I know you had something to do with it.  Where’s my boyfriend, little man?”

 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, you freak!”

 

“Wrong answer, Tommy.”

 

I reached down and grabbed the front of Tommy’s prison coveralls.  I easily lifted him into the air.  I could sense the mixture of awe and fear shooting through every fiber of his body.  These feelings confused the hell out of the little guy.  He was struggling to play the confident and mean criminal, but really he wanted to feel and lick my entire body.  I got a strong, almost violent, gay vibe from the puny mobster boss.  That made a lot of sense – Tommy, here, created his gang of bodybuilders just so he could be near all that muscle.  I suddenly felt differently towards the man – he was just like Clarence, Francis, and me.  He was a true muscle junkie.  That made the juices in my body start churning on overdrive and gave me some great ideas on how to get the information I desired.

 

I walked back to the middle of the gym – taking time to notice that every one of his muscled companions was still out cold.  I also loved the fact that I held Tommy in the air like he weighed nothing at all.  I took a fifty-pound dumbbell and dropped it on the floor.  I then placed my foot on top of it.  I held Tommy’s body out from mine so he could see the action below.  I pressed my bare foot down on the large weight – and we all watched as it went lower and lower, until my foot rested completely on the ground.  I then lifted it slightly and moved it to the right.  There, flat up against the concrete floor, was the paper-thin glob of metal, which used to be the dumbbell.  That was too much for Francis to take and he yelled out as he shot a big load of cum into his underpants.

 

“Aw, fuck, no way.  That’s nice, real nice.”

 

I chuckled out loud, not surprised that Francis obviously had a foot fetish.  I bet the guy loved thinking of giant musclemen destroying things with their feet.  He continued to stand there shaking and moaning for a few minutes.  I continued on – knowing he would like what was coming next.  I lowered Tommy to the ground and then moved the tip of my monster left foot on top of his feet.  I pressed down hard enough to keep him in place, but not enough to break anything.

 

“So, unless you want your feet to be smashed like that weak dumbbell, I’d suggest you just stand there, Tommy-boy.  I’m going to make something just for you.  You’re going to have a ringside seat for a muscle show – the likes of you’ve never seen before and you’ll never see again.”

 

I reached down and picked up a heavy bar that was loaded with many weights on either end.  Some guy had been doing dead lifts with it.  I placed my forefinger and middle finger on the bar, near one side of weights, like someone might hold a cigar.  I flicked my fingers and the weights went flying off the bar – shredding the pin holding them in place like it was nothing.  I twirled the bar around and did the same with the other side.  I didn’t flick hard, but the weights went flying through the air and stuck into the opposite wall – again making a design that looked like industrial art.  I then brought the steel bar in front of Tommy and easily bent it around his body, careful to make it tight enough to hold his arms strongly against his torso, but not so it would hurt him.  I twisted the ends together and made a hook.  I removed my foot and then used the bar to lift his body back into the air.  I draped the hook over a long pipe that ran across the middle of the room – about ten feet in the air.  I quickly decided Tommy was a little too high, so I unhooked him and then grabbed hold of the pipe.  I pulled down, creating a wide dip in piece of metal tubing, but was careful not to rip it in two.  I re-hooked Tommy to the pipe and he was now even with my face.  I knew this would be a great place for him to watch what was to come – or should I say cum.  I also knew there was no way he could even begin to escape.  The poor little guy was squirming like a caught fish and I knew he was just going to exhaust himself.  I also reached down and ripped the helmet made from weights off the tip of my cock.  I didn’t need the fun weapon anymore.   

 

“So, Clarence and Francis, have you gotten a good look at Tommy-boy’s crotch?  Look at that monster cock that’s as hard as a two-by-four.  It’s kind of difficult to miss, isn’t it?  Little Tommy is sporting a pretty big tool.  That’s impressive, sir.  And it’s great to know that big-ol’-me has caused that thing to shoot so rigid.  So we now have a new member of our little muscle worshipping club, boys.  And he’s as big a muscle whore as the rest of us.  Isn’t that right, Tommy.  You’ve been getting off on my power and my body for the last hour.  Hell, you’ve been in muscle heaven, haven’t you?  Well I think it’s about time we give that rod of yours some much needed release and I know just the thing that will do it.  I’m going to make your cum-dam burst and flood your undies with a shit-load of juice.  And I’m going to do it by just raising one arm.  But it’s not just any arm, Tommy-boy.  It’s the biggest fucking arm you’re ever going to see.  You think you’ve enjoyed seeing my muscles up to now – well you haven’t seen me flex, little man, and that’s going to make your cock explode so hard that your pants are going to be blown apart.  And then you’re going to be so satisfied that you’ll tell me anything I want to know.  You’re going to have such an incredible orgasm that you’ll be my little muscle slave for life.  You used to think your muscle buddies lying around the room here were big and strong, but that’s before you met me.  Isn’t that so, little Tommy?  So, let’s uncork that big bottle-cock of yours!”

 

I stepped to the left and brought my arm out to the side – so my bulging, but still un-tensed, bicep was in front of Tommy’s face.  I knew the man wanted to shut his eyes, but I also knew there was no way he was going to miss the show.  He still wanted to be the tough man and prove me wrong, but the fact that my arm was already so monstrous un-flexed made him desire to see it pumped up more than anything in the world.  He was actually already mine – probably willing to do anything I asked, but now I wanted to make his night, no, his life, by showing him what a true monstrous bicep looked like.  I was ready to fulfill all the fantasies the little guy had ever imagined before. 

 

I made a fist with my hand, causing the biceps to jump upward teasingly.  I tightened my hand and veins started to appear down my forearm and across the already massive peak.  Tommy, Clarence, and Francis all stopped breathing, they were waiting in anticipation for the most beautiful sight they had ever beheld.  I thought about taking my time flexing, forcing them to either pass out or finally take a breath, but I didn’t want to be that cruel.  I started bringing my forearm up and the biceps started bulging out in every direction, but mostly it powered upward.  Multiple peaks formed on thick mountains of muscle, as my arm grew twice as thick as Tommy’s entire body.  The poor guy’s face turned dark red as he struggled not to shoot his load; he even began to bite down on the insides of his cheeks – hoping it would help.  And every time he figured my biceps could not morph any larger, I would flex a little harder and it would magnify beyond any man’s comprehension.  Tommy’s eyes were as big as saucers by this point and he wasn’t going to blink for anything.  The muscle mountain in front of his face was truly spectacular.  I, myself, was again caught off guard by its size and beauty – knowing that it wasn’t fully flexed even now.  I began to realize that all three of my admirers were very close to passing out, so I decided to move quickly to the freakish finale.  I brought my arm completely up, fully flexed my biceps, triceps, and forearm and added sound effects at the same time.

 

“BAM!”

 

There was a moment of suspended animation as everyone in the room fully grasped the size and power of my arm.  It was as if the universe of all three men’s brains had been expanded so they fully grasped, for the first time, that all my displays of power up to this point had only been a fraction of what my arms – not to mention the rest of my body – were capable of.  It was clear by the look of disbelief in Tommy Cole’s eyes that he truly never imagined an arm of this size and strength.  Suddenly his mouth flew open, but no sound came out.  It felt like I was in some kind of silent film.  He was so overcome with awe and complete un-control of his body that he could not even scream.  He was so tense at that instant that every inch of his frame rivaled the hardness of my biceps.  I had not misjudged the power of his ejaculation.  Suddenly the fabric of his crotch was tattered as cum exploded out of his cock.  The man’s stiff body rocked so hard I was nervous my make shift hook would not last or the pipe would be ripped from the walls.  A steady stream of cum poured out of his cock, which now stuck straight out through the giant hole in his coveralls.  It truly was an impressively big dick.  At the first break in his orgasm the poor man was able to cry out like a wounded animal and take a deep breath.  I was glad of the latter, since I knew he needed oxygen desperately.  The pause was only a fraction of a second and his dick started its second eruption of cum-lava. 

 

I was able to pull my attention from Tommy for a few seconds and glanced at the other two worshippers.  I was in time to see Francis fall backwards in a dead faint, after fully unloading his cock again for god-knows-how many times in the last two hours.  I knew the guy would be okay; it had finally been too much for the man.  That’s when I noticed the still stiff and still cum-filled body of Clarence standing there in much pain.  The guy had been able to prevent himself from shooting his load – even after seeing my arm fully flexed.  His face was a mixture of pride and pleading.  He was happy that he had accomplished this feat for his muscle master, but he also so obviously needed release that if I did not allow it soon the poor guy was probably going to have a heart attack.  I knew I needed to give him the order to orgasm, and I knew just what would do it.  I turned my body slightly toward him, being careful not to hit Tommy in the face with my boulder-sized rock-hard arm.  I stood there staring at Clarence, nodded at him, and then brought my other arm up quickly – breaking into a fully flexed double biceps pose.  Again, I added sound to make it more exciting – even louder than before.

 

“BAM!”

 

Clarence got one look at the matching mountains growing next to my monstrous shoulders and that’s all it took.  Suddenly his body began to gyrate and jerk so much that he looked like he was inventing a new dance.  He had no control of his legs or, for that matter, any part of his body.  The incredible force of his orgasm actually kept him upright.  He moved around that part of the room as he emptied one helluva load of cum.  It was like watching a chicken run around right after you cut off its head.  His body completely took over and led Clarence in his muscle-induced dance.  And then he stopped – as suddenly as he had begun.  He looked at me with a face full of intense pleasure, then his eyes closed, and his limp body dissolved into a puddle on the ground.  They poor boy was spent and I had a feeling he would sleep for days.  I felt satisfied that he and Francis had received the promised muscle show of their lives.  I also knew I’d someday return to please them once again.  I brought my left arm down.  I then turned back to Tommy and was impressed to see that his body was still ejaculating.  His stomach was now so concave it looked unnatural and I was worried that more than just cum would start streaming out of his cock – like his organs or something worse.  Finally his dick stopped spewing and his body went limp.  The poor guy looked like he had just run three straight marathons.  He was perspiring hard and sweat was falling to the ground like he was some kind of weird fountain.  The poor guy was breathing so hard I worried I would have to give him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to keep him alive.  I then realized, though, the moment I put my mouth on his he would explode again in an orgasmic fit, not being able to take my lips touching his.  I kept my tensed biceps in front of his face because, even though he was completely worn out, he continued to stare at the massive bulge.  He let his head drop forward and puckered up right before his mouth came in contact with my hard skin.  He kissed my biceps three times, ran his tongue partially along the largest vein that streaked from one side over the peak to the other, and then leaned back to look at me.  I could see that he was now completely in love.  He wanted to please me more than anything he had ever desired before.

 

“Your boyfriend is being held at DNX Pharmaceuticals in Pikesville.  They’re going to force him to make more of the drug that made you so big.  They want to make an army of guys like you.  Tonight’s the night some guys get injected.  You might be too late.  They plan on killing your lover as soon as he’s finished with the drug.”

 

My head started to spin from a mixture of panic and a desire to rip something big apart.         

 

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Ted – Part 10

 

It took my mind a few minutes to register that my body had ceased its orgasmic convulsions.  My giant muscled arched back fell to the floor again and the tenseness that had overtaken me just seconds before was now gone.  I didn’t realize, at first, that my body was no longer wracked with pain.  Slowly, my breathing returned to normal and I could feel my heartbeat slowing down.  I heard Ted’s heavy breathing and immediately realized he was sound asleep – lying on my massive upper torso.  My eyes were shut and I kept them that way.  I wanted to let my newfound body reveal itself first through sensations.  I didn’t want to disturb Ted’s cum-emptying induced nap, so I began to take inventory of what I felt.

 

The first thing I noticed was that I felt heavy – not just kind of heavy, but ridiculously heavy.  I figured some of the weight I sensed was caused from being exhausted, but then I realized that my body was actually extremely alive and . . . something . . . juiced – yeah, that was it.  I felt like I had just swallowed about eighty-five cans of the most powerful energy drink on the planet.  But no matter how powered I was feeling, I could not get rid of the newfound awareness of how fucking dense my body was – I could actually feel how my thick bulging muscles added massive weight to my huge frame.  For a few seconds I worried that my weight would be too much for our apartment floor.  What if the concrete and wood could not take such extra poundage lying on top of it?  I let go of any fear when it dawned on me that even if I did fall through the floor it wasn’t going to hurt my body at all.  I did, however, fear for the poor soul that might be underneath my bulk if I did bust a hole and fall. 

 

The next sensation that overwhelmed me was the fact that I took up more space now.  My feet were near one wall and if I stretched out my arms I would have been pretty close to reaching the other side of the room.  That was just an incredible feeling.  I knew my body had become big, but the reality of how enormous I now was only hit me when I filled a major part of our dining area.  Feeling Ted’s smaller and lighter body on top of me helped me to understand my full size even more.  It barely registered that a full-grown big man was sleeping on my chest and stomach.  The fact that Ted is a big guy only made it blatantly more obvious that I was now super-sized.  His shoulders didn’t even come close to hanging over the sides of my chest.  His head was just at my pecs but his feet barely passed my knees.  I was blown away by how small this man that I had drooled over for months was compared to the new improved me.

 

I moved my arms and legs a little and it felt like I had a thick suit of armor on me.  It didn’t register at first that the layer after layer of hard muscle was actually part of my body.  The feeling of its mass was just too foreign to me.  I could tell that I was now unable to bring my knees together – because of both the bulk of my quads and the size of my calves.  Muscle now exploded both body parts to insane size and this prevented parts of my legs from being able to touch.  I could also feel that my arms were forced out to the side because of giant muscles pressing them forward and outward.  My super magnified biceps and triceps added to the morphed-like feeling and I knew that it would take a lot of effort and concentration to bring my elbows to my sides – if I was actually even able to do it. 

 

I opened my eyes for the first time and stared at the ceiling.  I wanted to reveal my body to myself slowly.  I raised my right arm and my brain froze – it just could not comprehend that the muscled keg-sized limb in the air was connected to my body.  I opened and closed my huge hand and my heart started racing at how powerful my fist looked.  It was like I was hooked up to some virtual reality game where someone had jacked up the controls to make me appear the size of a small building.  I couldn’t help the strong attraction to my own body and my now giant cock started to come alive.  I could sense that Ted’s sleeping body was rising into the air – forced upward by my hardening member.  This brought me a sense of pride that I had never felt before.  I was turned on by the size of my own dick, but I was also incredibly stoked by the fact that it had enough power to lift a full-grown man as if he weighed nothing.  My lust for my own mammoth rod gave new meaning to the title of size queen.  I began to wonder what my tool was actually capable of and started fantasizing about poking it through metal or seeing if some guy could stand on it without either of us holding on to each other. 

 

These thoughts and others flooded into my brain all at one moment.  I began to get a little overwhelmed at the strength testing ideas that streamed into my consciousness and caused me to forget about the exploration that had previously held my full attention.  I focused, again, on the monstrous arm sticking out from my side.  I bent my arm slowly and watched in a state of complete shock as the bicep exploded into multiple tiers of thick hard-looking muscle.  My cock shot fully hard as I gazed on what I understood to be my arm, but it looked like some kind of digitally enhanced 3-D porno shot created by a gay James Cameron.  I had become the true definition of the phrase “muscle freak.”  My own biceps shot so far up in the air that all I could do was let out a hard guffaw.  I found myself laughing in disbelief that a man could be so huge – that an arm could be so massively muscled. 

 

My laughter caused my cock, chest, and stomach to tremble underneath Ted like a small earthquake.  This caused the man resting on top of me to awake slowly.  As Ted came out of his orgasm induced trance he started speaking – as if his subconscious had taken over.  His comments made my laughter stop and encouraged my cock to get harder.

 

“Brock, you’re so fucking big.  I love you man.  I loved you before you were big, but now I just want to make you happy.  You are a muscle monster, man, and I want you so much.”

 

I raised my head from the ground and tried to look over my hefty pecs to see Ted’s face, but my massive chest and steel-like nipples hid all.  I could tell by his voice that Ted was still basically asleep, but then his face rose high into the air and I was able to see his face down the deep valley between my two mountainous pectoral muscles.  His eyes were full of total astonishment and complete lust.  He smiled as soon as he saw my eyes – sharing with me his total glee at what had happened to my body.  I was now completely hard – again – and feeling the extra pump of blood through my system, caused by Ted’s obvious awe of me.

 

“Oh – my – fucking – goodness!”

 

That’s all Ted could think of to say.  He repeated the sentiments again and this made me smile.  He then pushed his body upward and straddled my mid-section, making sure his butt cheeks were positioned so my thick cock pressed them apart.  He stared down at my chest, first.  I saw his eyes glaze over as he took in the enormity of my pecs.  Ted’s mouth fell open and he started to shake his head back and forth slowly in disbelief.  I reached out, grabbed his hands, and pulled them upward so they rested directly on my bulging slabs of muscled meat in front of him.  At first, my roommate did nothing.  He just sat there staring at my chest with his tiny hands pressed up against my hard skin.  For a second, I was fearful that he had been so overwhelmed that he went comatose, but I finally figured out that he really just needed time to process the fantasy-turned-reality beneath him.  I decided to tease him a little.

 

“Does Mr. Ted approve?”

 

He simply nodded his head slowly, not taking his eyes from my chest.  We sat there in silence for a few more seconds as the man struggled to regain control of his thoughts and actions.  I smiled as it dawned on me again that I barely felt his big body sitting on top of mine.  I knew he was there, but he was as light as a feather.  His voice was soft and weak when he finally spoke.  He looked into my eyes and he only moved his mouth – leaving his hands and ass where they were so they could connect with the hardness beneath him.

 

“Does Mr. Brock approve?”

 

This made me laugh, but it also made total sense.  Ted had earlier registered my displeasure at what he had done, but he now wondered if my new body had changed my mind.  There was no way that he could have understood the internal changes that had occurred along with the external ones.  The self awareness and newfound confidence was so overpowering that I just assumed the joy I felt about my new body was completely obvious – even to a person that was deaf, dumb, and blind.  It dawned on me that Ted feared I might have viewed myself as some kind of freak or something.  The truth is that I really did view myself that way, as a total muscle freak, but Ted could not have easily comprehended how I was totally fucking excited about being just that.  My brain had been expanded along with the super morphing of my body.  Even though I was not fully aware of what my body was now capable of, I did sense that I was now not only huge, but freakishly strong, as well.  I had become something super – something unstoppable, indestructible.  I wanted to help Ted understand how much I loved the new and improved me.

 

“Mr. Brock approves very much, Ted.  Maybe you can help me, though.  I can’t see my entire body right now – how about you describe what you see, to help me get a taste of the new me.”

 

Ted smiled.  He let his gaze leave my eyes and travel down my huge upper torso – still not moving his hands from my hard pec shelf.  He let his eyes soak up my incredible size and the unfathomable amount of muscles bulging everywhere.  He ran is tongue across his lips and then returned his gaze to my own eyes. 

 

“Nothing compares to you, man.  And nothing could have prepared me for what has happened to you.  I thought I was going to be happy with you having some big muscles, but this goes beyond that – this is something unimaginable.  You are a muscle god – that’s the only word that comes close to describing you.  I’m like a little kid in a three-story candy store.  I can’t begin to figure out where to let my gaze land first.  I start to take in the insane expanse of your mega chest, but then I notice your bulging arms and I have to look at them.  That leads to your big forearms and I lose focus as I take in the veins streaking up and down that thick part of you.  But then your ridged abs distract me and I can only think that each of these individual stomach muscles look as big as some other guy’s chest.  And then I get a good look at what those abs frame – your monster cock.  That’s when I get sad, though, Brock.”

 

Ted’s words caught me off guard, and I saw sadness in his face.  I could not fathom what disappointed him.  I became a little alarmed and I’m sure it showed in my face.

 

“No, Brock, don’t worry.  I love everything I see and your new body is a wet-dream come true.  It’s just that . . . well, I was hoping . . . I mean I was counting on . . . oh, hell, just say it Ted . . . I wanted you to fuck me, Brock.  I wanted you to be the first guy to go where no other man has ever gone before.  I wanted to offer my ass to my newly improved roommate.  But it’s pretty clear that if I let you stick this telephone pole dick up my chute it’s going to kill me.  That makes me sad, that’s all.”

 

His confession warmed my entire body.  I was so happy that Ted felt this way about me.  For a split second I was sad that I wouldn’t be able to plug the guy’s asshole with my hard cock, but my lust for him was so great that I moved beyond that desire to all the other feelings I held inside.  I pushed my upper body from the floor and propped it forward on my bent muscled arms. 

 

“Come here, sexy.”

 

Ted understood what I wanted.  He wanted the same thing.  My roommate leaned forward slightly and brought his lips to mine.  Months of unrequited lust for both of us made the kiss incredibly passionate and full of love at the same time.  I had never known, before this moment, how much I really wanted the beautiful man sitting on top of me.  It was now fine for me to admit that he had long been the first thing I thought of in the morning and the last thing I had contemplated before dozing off at night.  Our relationship didn’t just gently roll over into something more than roommates – it flew at super-speed into a connection so deep and powerful that it matched the size and apparent strength of my body.  I also realized that Ted had felt the same way about me before and he now equaled me in present desire.  Our kiss impacted me as much as the transformation of my body.  I was flooded with an incredible peace and a comforting awareness of selfless love.  Ted was first to pull away from our kiss.  He had the biggest smile on his face. 

 

“I’ve wanted that for a very long time.”

 

“Me too.”

 

“Well, my muscle man, I think we should get a good look at your body and maybe clean up some of this mess our cocks have made.”

 

I looked down and saw that we were both covered in dried cum.  This made me giggle embarrassingly and, yet, I was proud of the obvious amount of juice that has been released from both of our bodies.  I also noticed that both of us seemed ready to fire off another major load.  Ted’s cock looked as hard as mine.  I nodded my head at Ted’s suggestion.  I was a little sad when he slid off of me – missing the contact with his warm body immediately.  I reached out and placed my hand on the big dining room table in order to pull my body up from the floor.  I put a little pressure on the piece of furniture and suddenly the four legs shattered from the weight and the table fell.  The noise was incredibly loud and the surprise confused both of us instantly.  I turned my upper body to look at my roommate, now standing beside me. 

 

“Shit man, did you mean to do that?”

 

“No, Ted.  I didn’t push down hard at all.  I just tried to pull myself up.  I’m so sorry.”

 

The table had been something Ted had brought to the apartment.  It was a sturdy solid oak table that had taken four guys to carry up the stairs.  I know my face shot red with shame.  I looked down at the destroyed table and could not believe my one hand had easily caused so much destruction.  It was the first moment of even a speck of doubt about my new muscles.  Ted spoke quickly – to try and stop any fears that might sneak into my consciousness.

 

“Are you kidding, Brock?  That was incredible.  I had forgotten that fucking super strength would come with your new huge muscles.  You just destroyed a solid oak table with one hand.  That’s . . . I mean . . . wow, it’s unbelievable.  I can’t even begin to think of what you must be capable of doing.  You know what I’m saying, man?”

 

Ted’s lit up face made it clear that he was sincere and his excitement about my strength easily overpowered his disappointment about the table lying in pieces on the floor.  We both looked down and saw that the edge of the wood where my hand had briefly rested was broken into hundreds of splinters.  My power was unimaginable.  We both stared at the demolished table and got more turned on as we each contemplated feats of strength I would be able to perform.  I was beginning to leak a glob of pre-cum just from thoughts of my hand destroying stuff that was much more powerful that wood. 

 

“Yeah, that’s it buddy, just imagine what you’ll be able to do.  It’s turning you on even more, isn’t it, Brock?  Me too, man.  I can’t wait to see you rip something apart with your bare hands – something like . . . I don’t know . . . like a tank or something.  Shit, I’m going to squirt another major wad just from imagining it.”

 

And with no other warning suddenly a stream of Ted-milk shot from his hard cock into the air and landed on my massive chest.  Two more long shots of cum landed on me in quick succession and then Ted had to reach out and rest his tiny hand on my huge shoulder to help him stay standing.  His crotch jerked a few more times and a few more dribbles of semen pulsed from his dick slit and slid down his rigid pole.  It was a beautiful site to watch my roommate explode just from imagining the amount of strength contained in my new muscles.  I gave him a few minutes to rest and regain control of his body. 

 

“Listen Ted, I think I need to get away from here just for a little while.  I barely put any pressure on that table – or what I thought was just a little pressure.  I’m really nervous about what my body might do before I’ve learned to hold back on my strength.  I’m most nervous that I’ll hurt you without even being aware of it.  I think I need to go out and really explore what my body can do.”

 

“Hell yeah, I’ll come too.  I want to watch you explore.”

 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea right now, Ted.  I need to get control of these muscles before I’m around people.  I’m nervous that a mere pat on the back from my hand could send someone through a brick wall.  Let me get some awareness of what I’m able to do and then I promise I’ll show off for you.  I’ll show off a lot, buddy.”

 

This seemed to please Ted a lot.  He moved his hand from my shoulder and backed up.  I slowly got to my feet, being careful to avoid any other contact with pieces of furniture.  I moved laboriously, mainly because I was not used to feeling so heavy or so wide, but also because I didn’t want to crush anything by accident.  I was immediately happy that our apartment had very high ceilings, but realized that my head was still just a few inches shy of busting through the top.  I made a mental note not to jump into the air even a little and to always walk with my head bent forward.  I looked down at Ted and saw that his face was again aghast with shock.  He was staring up at me with his mouth wide open and with eyes that showed that he had no idea of how massive I really had become until that moment.

 

“Oh – my – fucking – goodness!”

 

I was beginning to realize that this was Ted’s standard response to anything that overwhelmed him and I could tell that my body was the biggest mind-blowing shock of his entire life.  I moved my arms a little and inhaled deeply now that I was standing.  My chest swelled upward and outward.

 

“Oh – my – sweet – fucking – goodness!”

 

This time Ted’s response made me laugh a little.  I looked down at him and watched as he let his gaze soak in my entire body.  He started with my head and then traveled slowly down to my large feet – making sure he got an intense look at every muscled part of my frame.  I just stood there to give him the opportunity to grasp the entire change that had happened to my body.  I could tell Ted was trying to process what his mind told him could not be possible.  He looked back up at my face and I saw a mixture of lust, love, denial, and pure joy in his eyes.  A sudden thought made me throw my forearms out to the side and raise my shoulders in a gesture of wonder.

 

“What am I going to wear when I go outside?”

 

My simple movement was something any person would do – merely a reaction to the question inside of their head.  But when you are enormous and massive simple movements have the power of modern battering rams.  My hand struck the wall and blasted through solid wood as if it were tissue.  My unclenched fist busted a hole - the size of a small window – in the wall between the dining room and kitchen with a gesture that seemed normal and weak.  But now a simple movement of one of my arms had the force of a bulldozer.  Both of us stared at the fresh opening for a few minutes before anything truly registered in our minds.  Dust was still settling when I heard Ted let out a cry of pleasure and then burst into loud laughter.

 

“You are fucking Superman, Brock.  Look at how you busted through that wall like it was made of tissue.  Did you see that?  Just think about how strong you are!  I can’t believe it.  There’s probably nothing you can’t do.  Aw shit, man, I’ve got too see what your body can do.  Are you sure I can’t come with you now.  I promise not to get in the way.  Really.  Please let me come.”

 

I turned to my happy roommate and saw that he was full of uncontrollable lust and excitement.  My once big-to-me roommate was like a little boy begging for some kind of treat.  He could not wait to see me lift incredible amounts of weight or, better yet, destroy something powerful with my bare hands.  He had become like an adolescent that got off on strength and destruction.  I smiled at his enthusiasm and contemplated letting him come so I could show off.  My brain finally convinced me that it wasn’t a good idea until I had control over my new body.  Right now I was more worried about hurting him than anything in the entire world.  I wanted to please him very much, but I was petrified that something as simple as a handshake would literally crush him.

 

“Ted, it’s because of how simple it was for me to bust through the wall that I don’t want to be around you for a little while.  I have no concept of how strong I am.  I could send you to the hospital or something worse just by accidentally bumping into you – or giving you what I thought was a love tap.  I want to hug you more than anything in the world but right now I’m afraid I would squeeze you so hard that every bone in your body would snap – but it would just feel like a slight cuddle to me.  I just can’t take the chance of hurting you – not when we just confessed our love for each other.”

 

“You love me?”

 

My words had come so easily that I didn’t even realize I said it.  Yes, we had kissed and our unspoken lust was very clear to the other, but this was the first time I had alluded to my deep feelings for Ted.  His face was beaming and I could tell that I was turning very red.  My new body and strength, however, made me very bold.

 

“Yes, Ted, I love you very much.  I have for a long time.”

 

“I love you, too, Brock.”

 

We stood there in silence.  We stared at each other, fully aware that we should not embrace, but wanting each other desperately.  Our cocks were once again fully hard.  I finally broke the silence in order to figure out a plan to get me away from him before I hurt him unintentionally.

 

“Okay, Ted, we’ve got to calm down before something happens.  Focus for me, okay?  I’ve got to get something to wear when I go outside or I’m going to shock the entire city.  I’ve also got to figure out what to do.  Where should I go?  I promise to come back as soon as I’ve gotten a handle on this new body and my new strength.  What do you suggest?”

 

I could tell Ted’s brain went into overdrive.  He was an organizer and I had tapped into one of his strengths.  He had always been able to think on his feet quickly – this is one of the things that made him a good lawyer.  He moved swiftly into the other room and returned with a bed sheet. 

 

“Wrap this around you like a towel.  It will at least make you appear decent.  I personally don’t think anyone is going to notice or care that you aren’t dressed.  All they are going to be able to do is stare at your fucking huge body.  And anyway, what are they going to do – argue with you, tell you what to do, or arrest you?  I don’t think so.  I believe they’ll be turned on and frightened by your size at the same time – and will realize you can do anything you want.  Now, here’s what I suggest.  Move quickly to the outskirts of town.  Out in the woods somewhere.  Try out those muscles on some rocks and trees.  That should give you an understanding of how strong you are and then get your big body back to me quickly.  I say you’ll get familiar with your strength in an hour or so.  But either way, come back before dawn.  I don’t think you should be seen in the daylight – not yet anyway.  It’s about ten o’clock.  This part of town shuts down pretty early at night.  You should be able to go unnoticed in the dark.”

 

“Well sure, I’ll take a taxi.”

 

Ted laughed out loud and stared at me with a knowing look.  He noticed my confusion and immediately stopped laughing.

 

“You won’t fit in a taxi, Brock.  I don’t think you’d fit in any car.”

 

His statement thrilled and saddened me at the same time.  I was beginning to realize how much my life was going to change.  And while it made me very excited to be super huge, I needed to mourn the simple things in life that would be lost forever.  Ted could see this in my face.

 

“Listen, Brock, don’t worry.  We’ll figure out the car thing.  I bet if we take a few seats out of a van or something you’ll be able to fit again.  I have a funny feeling, though, that you won’t need any kind of automobile – ever again.  When you get outside I want you to try something for me.  I want to you to try running really fast and jumping in the air.  I have a funny feeling that you have no idea how insignificant things like cars, trucks, and even airplanes are going to seem very soon.  You need to start thinking big, man – even bigger than your body.  I don’t think there’s going to be a limit to what you can do.  Okay, that statement almost made my cock spew another wad of spunk, so that’s a sign that you need to get out of here before I force myself on you – not even caring if I get hurt in the process.”

 

I was trying to understand everything Ted was saying while, at the same time, I was ordering myself to not grab him, throw him on the ground, and take advantage of him.  I wanted him more than any other man in my entire life.  I knew, though, that I could easily hurt him just by holding him with one of my powerful hands – hands that had no idea of their true strength.  I knew his plan was best.  I wrapped the sheet around my waist and immediately felt like Hercules or some other Greek god. 

 

“Damn, you look hot, Brock.”

 

“Thanks, Ted.  Listen, I’ll be back soon and we’ll figure out how we can be together without me hurting you.  I promise to be a quick learner.  I can’t wait to hold you in my arms, man.”

 

“And I can’t wait to be held by those huge arms, Brock.”

 

Ted was staring at my biceps.  This made me smile again.  I looked at my roommate with a face full of love and longing.  I saw the same thing in his eyes when the silence made him look at me.  I started to move toward the front door.   

 

 “No, Brock.  Don’t use the front door.  Someone might see you and you’ll probably rip the door from its frame with no effort at all.  Use the balcony.  Let me open the door for you.”

 

“But we’re on the third floor!”

 

“Yeah, so?”

 

It took me a minute to understand what he meant.  He comprehended my body’s abilities much more than I did.  He had a huge smile on his face as he moved to the French doors to our balcony.  I followed him carefully – not getting too close to anything, which was hard due to my size.  I had to duck to get through the large doors.  I looked back at Ted in the doorway.  I suddenly had a flash of awareness and knew that I should not push off from the balcony floor too hard because I would demolish that part of our building with just a simple jump.

 

“That’s it, Brock.  I can see you’ve realized that those legs could easily demolish all this stone and steel.  You’re going to learn fast.  Come home immediately, man.  I need to explore that body of yours some more.  Go destroy some big things and learn what those muscles can do.  I’d say be careful, but I don’t think I have to worry about anything happening to you now.  But be aware that there are some guys…”

 

Ted caught himself mid-sentence and quit talking suddenly.  I was too busy looking over the balcony feeling just slightly nervous about the distance to notice his change in demeanor.  I turned back to him and looked for more encouragement. 

 

“What were you saying, Ted?”

 

“Nothing, buddy.  Just don’t jump too hard.  You don’t want to leave a big hole in the sidewalk below.  As a matter of fact, jump enough to land on the other side of the street.  I never liked that building.  Let’s shake the tenants up a little.”

 

Ted smiled as I sat and swung my legs over the heavy railing of the balcony.  I was worried for a second that the thick concrete would not be able to hold my big body.  I glanced back at the smiling face of my once roommate – now lover.  I smiled and sat there hesitantly.

 

“Bye, Ted.  I’ll see you later.”

 

“Brock, quit stalling.  You’re not going to hurt yourself.  I promise.  Let go of the parameters of your old body.  Think about how big and strong you feel.  I’m more worried about anything that gets in your way.  Go!  You’ll soon see how powerful you really are.  How indestructible that body is.”

 

Those words made something snap inside of me.  I had already felt this way about my muscles and his encouraging words only affirmed what I truly new inside.  I let my body fall forward, pushing off very gently.  I felt chunks of concrete break off from the wide railing where my hands pushed off – even though I did it as lightly as I could.  I knew, however, that I did not destroy the entire balcony.  I pushed hard enough to clear the street and land in front of the building across from ours, just as Ted had told me.  I was not prepared for the giant hole my landing would create or the way the impact would cause the buildings around me to shake.  Car alarms immediately went off and after a few seconds apartment lights in the surrounding buildings started to come on.  I knew I needed to move quickly.  I glanced back up at my lover and saw him waving to me.  He was also exploring the demolished concrete where my hands had pushed – amazed at what I was able to do.  I started moving down the street quickly, careful not to meet anyone and fully aware that the sheet around my waist didn’t hide my raging hard-on at all.  I did not, however, notice the massive truck pull out of three parking spaces down the street and begin to follow me.

 

I was amazed and relieved that I did not see anyone as I moved down some back streets – trying to get to the outskirts of town unnoticed.  There were times when I did meet cars in a dark street or when I had to cross major intersections.  The look on the drivers’ faces was such a turn-on for me.  I could tell, whether it was a guy or a girl, that after the initial shock wore off they were immediately overcome with an incredible lust for my body.  I would move quickly away, sure that I left them in a daze and wondering if they had merely imagined the muscled giant that had momentarily appeared in front of them.  During my departure from town, I also became aware that I was being followed.  I did not know how long the huge truck had been trailing me, but it thrilled me a lot to know that someone was curious enough about my body to stay up with my fast moving exit.  I, of course, did not move as fast as I knew I could – nor did I leap into the air - because I was beginning to realize that I would be able to go hundreds of yards away with just one jump.  I had also decided that the truck could possibly be a nice way to test my strength.  I continued to move further away from town even after I got to the area where there were no houses or businesses.  I wanted to be on an empty stretch of road when I took on the truck.  The driver was certainly intent on following me and I soon figured out it wasn’t because of his lust for my muscles.  I sensed I was being followed for sinister reasons.  When I finally felt I was far enough away from town to take care of some business without being noticed, I turned around in the road and stared back at the truck, which had its headlights off.  I was feeling truly powerful, so I reached down and pulled off the sheet wrapped around my waist.  I threw it to the side and rested my hands at my waist.  I was sure I looked like a nude superhero or something.  I then jerked my head backwards a couple of times as a signal to come ahead and yelled out loudly.

 

“So, you like what you see?  Are you here to play with this big boy’s muscles or do you want to see if that small truck of yours can hurt me?”

 

My cocky attitude garnered the exact response I desired.  The bright lights of the truck came on immediately and the driver gunned the motor a few times.  He was quite a few yards away, but I somehow knew that the distance would give him no advantage in our little rumble.  I was going to win and it was going to be easy.  I taunted him more.

 

“Bring it on, mister, bring it on.  Let’s give you a taste of what indestructible means!”

 

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Brock and Ted – Part 11

 

The impact and sound of my body busting through the middle of the huge metal door to the gym building made it seem like a crate full of dynamite had been used, but I merely pounded through the thick solid-steel sheet with my two fists.  As soon as Tommy had spilled his muscle-loving guts and told me that Ted was being held prisoner and being forced to create more formula to be used to make an army of guys as big as me, I didn’t waste even a second to think about anything.  I am sure the wake of my quick departure from the gym caused much damage to the machinery and weights.  I didn’t care.  I leapt into the air before the guards could even turn the spotlight in the direction of the intense disturbance caused by body.  It crossed my mind briefly that Tommy and his boys were going to have a hard time trying to convince the guards that some huge muscleman had wrecked the place.  It certainly wasn’t going to look like any human could have done the amount of damage I had caused.  I also knew that Clarence and Francis were not going to miss the thrill of watching the big goons squirm, so they weren’t going to say a thing.  I knew, however, that both men were going to be waiting desperately for my return.  My mind quickly shifted to my lover, Ted.

 

In three quick super jumps I landed in front of the large DNX Pharmaceutical plant in the neighboring town of Pikesville.  I immediately became alarmed when I saw smoke billowing from a certain area of the complex and heard sounds of destruction.  I moved silently, but quickly, in the direction of the disturbance.  As I advanced further into the complex I became fully aware that the intended experiment had been a success.  I could tell by the way that buildings and other items were mangled or destroyed that there now existed an army of super men just like me.  I saw a sedan completely ripped in two.  The way that the car was demolished made it clear that some huge guy had simply taken his bare hands and pulled the car apart.  The separation was not clean – as if it had been done by a giant saw or something – it was jagged and rough.  I could also see finger indentions everywhere in the metal.  It was pretty clear that someone had been trying to get away, but had been stopped and easily yanked from the wreckage.

 

I also saw a truck sticking out of the side of a building in the distance, but at the second floor level.  Some guy had obviously tossed the car like a brick and it had rammed into the concrete wall.  The back of the truck stuck out halfway.  Another large building had a huge hole in its back wall.  I could tell by the size and the damage that a guy as big as me had simply decided to exit that way – refusing to use the double wide doors just a few yards to the right.  It then struck me suddenly that the place seemed deserted.  I began to actually get a little nervous about facing a gang of guys as big as me.  Would I be able to take on a man, not to mention a group of men, as strong as me?  Up to this point I had definitely felt indestructible, but my confidence was wavering.  My love for Ted was the only thing that was spurring me on.  I would save him one way or the other.  That thought alone was going to give me the power to defeat any foe.  And then I returned to my original thought - where was everyone?  I heard sounds of something being easily demolished in the distance.  I followed the noise.  I peered around the side of a large building and got the first glimpse of one of my new enemies.

 

Seeing someone equal to my size created two conflicting feelings within me.  I was immediately turned on when I got my first glimpse of the guy’s huge back and broad shoulders.  He was definitely as big as me.  He was amazing to look at.  His body glistened in the light from a burning car nearby.  His monstrous bubbled ass made my cock twitch even in the midst of so much possible danger.  It was a beautiful butt – nicely shaped and ripe for my huge cock.  This was a guy that I could fuck and not be scared of ripping in two with my large tool.  At the same time I was a little nervous about taking the guy on in a fight.  At the moment I was watching him grab hold of the bottom of a streetlight pole and rip it out of the ground.  It looked like it was as easy for him as pulling a weed from a garden.  I watched as his big hand smashed the thick metal of the pole where his fingers clamped down on it and then he simply pulled upward – concrete split, sparks flew everywhere, and the huge pole was jerked into the air effortlessly.  The mammoth man swung the large pole around like he was a child playing with a stick.  He was on his way to finish some task and his strength was as mesmerizing as his body.  His arms were certainly as big as mine and the tree-trunk legs made me want him even more.  My mind quickly turned back to Ted, though.  I looked around and then I saw the body of a guy in a white lab coat lying on the ground in the distance.  I knew immediately that it was Ted.  My mind instantly went into destruction mode.  I was overwhelmed with a need to make this big guy pay dearly for hurting my lover.  I didn’t even care if there were other big men nearby. 

 

I quickly leapt into the air and came down hard on the back of my enemy.  I knocked the guy down and watched the light pole fly from his hand.  I could tell that the man was greatly surprised that something could be powerful enough to knock him to the ground.  His shock was short-lived, though, and he quickly pushed up from the ground hard with his arms and legs.  The force of his shove sent my body flying backwards through the air.  The big man’s elbows had struck my stomach and for the first time in a long time I felt pain.  The impact of his arms against my abs actually hurt and I then knew that taking this guy down, along with all the others, was going to be very difficult.  I immediately jumped back to my feet and I watched the guy do the same thing.  He turned around with one fast jump to face his attacker.  I went into a fighting stance – ready to take him on.  As soon as I got a full frontal glimpse of the guy my heart stopped.  His size and his muscles were magnificent.  I was stunned temporarily by the mega chest and the monstrous bulging arms.  I was also caught off guard by the surprise that the guy had a raging hard-on.  He was obviously getting off on his own new power and enhanced body.  I was instantly ashamed at how much his body excited me.  I forced myself to look him in the eye and the new shock waiting for me was overwhelming.  It was Ted!

 

We stared at each other for only a few seconds and then we both quickly leapt at each other and met in mid air.  We locked our arms around each other as our bodies slammed together.  The ground shook when we landed.  Our lips immediately found each other and we locked in on the most powerful kiss – one that simply matched the strength of our bodies.  The intense squeeze from Ted’s arms actually forced air from my mouth and we both moaned in a mixture of discomfort and colossal excitement as we gave each other a bear hug that would have easily crushed large boulders.  My cock was instantly at full mast and battling Ted’s monster rod smashed between our hard bodies.  We stayed in that insanely pressurized embrace for as long as our bodies could handle it.  Finally, because of the discomfort we were feeling, we lessened the strength in our arms and pulled our faces apart.

 

“I don’t understand Ted.  What happened?”

 

“Well hello there too, Brock.  It’s nice to see you, as well.”

 

“I’m sorry.  Hello sweetie.  I missed you so much and I’ve been so worried.  Now what the hell happened?”

 

“Long story short.  These assholes kidnapped me as soon as you were gone and brought me here to make more of the serum.  They intended to make an army of big Brocks!  They forced me to work around the clock.  As I began to figure out how to make the serum work on people other than you I got an idea.  I simply focused on my own DNA.  It hit me that no one would figure out what I was doing if I simply worked hard to hopefully make the stuff work on my own body.  It was a risk and I knew it could possibly kill me, but I figured it was my only chance.  I hoped it would at least stall them long enough for you to get here and save me.  But then I had a breakthrough and realized that I had actually stumbled on how to make the serum work on me.  I hid some of it in my pocket when they let me take a bathroom break and the rest, as they say, is history.  I’m so bummed that you weren’t here to watch me grow.  It was fantastic.  I was in a small bathroom at the back of that building and I ballooned out so much that I simply busted through the walls.  It took me a while to figure out how to use these muscles and my newfound strength, but I guess I’m a quick learner.  I’ve simply been rounding up the bad guys since then.  That guy in the coat is the last one.  Here, come and see.”

 

We separated our huge bodies, but we held on to each other’s hand.  Ted reached down and grabbed the giant lamp post again.  He motioned for me to grab the limp body as we passed by and I reached down, picked up the guy with one hand, and threw him over my shoulder.  We moved toward the building with the huge hole in the wall and stepped through.  The sight that met me was both hilarious and a big turn-on.  There were two groups of about twenty-five men each in the center of the room.  Every guy was completely tapped out and one gang of guys had been lined up like a bunch of asparagus at the supermarket and then neatly tied up with a huge metal street light.  It was an incredible sight.  Ted had taken the metal pole and used it like a piece of string or rubber band and placed it around the group of men.  It was clear that no guy was going to be able to even think about escaping when they all finally woke up.  The pressure from the manhandled metal around them was just too much.  I helped Ted quickly do the same thing with the second group of men.  My cock started leaking pre-cum as I watched my newly morphed lover bend the metal lamp post like it was as easy as manipulating a small piece of wire.  Ted actually made a cute little bow with the ends of the pole when he was finished securing the men.

 

“Maybe not as much pressure next time, buddy.  I’m not sure anything’s going to be able to release these guys without hurting them.”

 

“Unless it’s something as big and strong as us.”

 

“I don’t think that exists, do you?”

 

“I guess your right.  They’ll just have to cut through the metal.  I’d love to be able to see the guy’s faces when they bring that huge saw so close to their small bodies.”

 

“You are an evil man, Mr. Ted.”

 

“Not evil, just loving the fact that I’m so big and strong.  There’s only one thing, though, that is more exciting than my new size and power, Brock.”

 

“Yeah?  What’s that, Mr. Muscle Man?”

 

I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled his body into mine.  I loved the feeling of our huge hard pecs hitting each other and our two stiff cocks pressing together.  I also loved running my hands along his back – feeling the massive mounds of muscle and rock-like skin.  Ted quickly brought his big hands up to my biceps and squeezed them hard – I loved watching my hard muscle actually dent in from his strong grip.  I felt slight pain when he applied a lot of pressure, but the feeling was incredible.  I smiled at my lover and hugged him tightly.

 

“I think my virgin ass will now be able to take that huge cock of yours with no problem.  That’s what I’ve always wanted, roomie.  I have wanted you to fuck me from the first day we met.  Think you’re up for the task?”

 

“I think you can feel my response poking you in the abs right now.”

 

I reached down and wrapped both of my big hands around each of his huge ass cheeks.  I squeezed hard – hard enough to give the man a little pain.  He moaned out loud and shut his eyes in anticipation.  I pulled the cheeks apart and let one of my forefingers slide up to his tight hole.  I teased him by pressing up against his chute and letting the tip of my finger penetrate the clenched opening.  This made Ted’s body shake with delight. 

 

“Why don’t you let me carry you somewhere romantic and I’ll show you more joy than you’ve ever thought possible, Mr. Ted.  I think we need to start a new life of being huge and powerful, but also a new life of mind-blowing muscle-on-muscle sex.  How does that sound?”

 

“Nice, Brock, very nice.”

 

“Yeah, I think we’re both going to love having sex so much that people are going to call us unstoppable.”

 

I pulled his body tightly into mine and pushed off from the ground.  We easily shot through the two floors of the building and out through the roof into the night air.  We were definitely ready to start our new life together.   

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