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[razostory]

Austin’s bet

A stream of warm water spurted out from the thick shower head.

In the steam-filled shower booth, Austin's naked body began to be drenched in water. The tanned, healthy skin became shiny when it touched the water stream. Water cascaded down his broad shoulders and down his massive, deep muscular chest like a mountain range. It soon cleansed the eight-pack abs and moistened the massive cock and testicles between the thick legs.

As Austin lazily turned back, the warm water flowed down his deep, bulging, broad muscular back, and soon his firm buttocks could feel the water. Austin enjoyed the warm, wonderful sensation for a few minutes and then took out the shower soap. His thick hands gently massaged his broad chest, brushed down his shoulders, and toned down his 20-inch biceps and deep abs.

He then gently stroked his pipe-like 11-inch cock and large testicles, wiping away any traces of the night's fun. He reluctantly moved his hand from his cock to his firm, thick thighs, where his muscles were clearly visible, and rubbed them for a while. He begins to slowly brush his knees and calves, following the lines of those beautiful muscles.

While enjoying his shower time, Austin thought about Ted and the 'bet' he had made. Ted was very popular as the best football player in the school, but to Austin, Ted was just a bad student who bullied Austin himself. Austin, who wanted revenge on Ted, decided to use witchcraft he had discovered in ancient books.

Everything went according to Austin's plan, and as a result, Austin won the 'bet' and demanded a reward from Ted: his muscles, his physical potential, and his masculine beauty. From then on, as time passed, Ted took Austin's essence and gradually became smaller and more ordinary, and as Austin took Ted's essence little by little, he became bigger and stronger.

After taking a shower, Austin returned to his room and put on a white shirt and underwear. Then suddenly, Austin stopped as he felt a huge pain in his testicles. Austin lifted his underwear and looked down to see that his testicles were writhing as if they were being squeezed.

Austin finally realized that the final swap had begun.

Austin had no time to react to this sudden phenomenon and just moaned and held his testicles in his hands. He felt the last of Ted's original essence being absorbed into his testicles, and it soon began to pump the last of his strength, causing his veins to pulsate throughout his body.

"!!"

While Austin just let out a moan, his body once again became covered in sweat and began to slowly bulge and grow. The muscles in his entire body twitched and became bigger and stronger, increasing his height to nearly 7ft. The cock and testicles he held in his hand seemed to swell and grow in size. It was too big to hold with one hand, so Austin managed to hold it with both hands.

"Aaaah... yes! YES!!"

Meanwhile, Austin's vision was forcibly becoming clearer, and he was getting a mild headache as more athletic knowledge flowed into his head. Even that was enough to give Austin an ecstatic feeling. In every way, Austin's body grew bigger and stronger.

When Austin finally let out an orgasmic scream, the white shirt he had just been wearing was torn apart. Austin, who had been panting for a while as if after his long workout, checked out his body in amazement.

Now he realized he had a muscular body of exactly the same size and shape as Ted had before his bet: biceps approaching 25 inches to prove it. Ted's biceps were the biggest in the school, they were 25 inches, and when Austin measured himself with a tape measure now, they were exactly 25 inches. Austin let out a low laugh, throwing his torn clothes on the floor, cutting off his underwear with scissors and throwing them on the bed.

At this moment, a new school athlete was born who would perfectly replace Ted. What was even more pleasant was that this spell modified parts of reality so that no one would notice their changes. In this reality, Ted will always be a small, weak student, while Austin himself will be the dominant school athlete. Well, maybe he's even better than Ted in that he's sincere, humble, and kind.

Austin giggled as he looked at the sweaty 7ft massive muscular body and went into the bathroom to wash up again.

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A little revenge

Jake was facing his great fate.

He checked the yellow bodybuilding speedo he was holding in his hand. This yellow speedo belongs to Kevin, the bodybuilder who lives next door. Last night, Jake snuck into Kevin’s house to complete the magic.

At that time, Kevin was doing laundry,

and Jake found a yellow Speedo among Kevin’s laundry. He secretly stole this and quickly returned home. Fortunately, Jake could smell Kevin’s body odor strongly in the speedo: the scent that, like it or not, emanated from Kevin’s genitals. It was a masculine, deep body odor that could never be removed with detergent. Jake placed Kevin’s Speedo in the large jar he had prepared ahead of time. He then filled the jar with the magic potion. After a while, light particles appeared in the potion and began to stick to the yellow speedo one by one.

The next day, when Jake woke up, Speedo had absorbed most of the potion. Jake stood in front of the mirror as he waited for every last drop to be absorbed into the speedo. A 5'4", 90 lb. skinny man was in the mirror: wispy chest, skinny abdomen, thin limbs, and a plain ugly face. Jake had lived his whole life as a quiet, lonely nerd. Even now, as a college student, he had no friends. He was rarely there, he was always alone. Even his life as a college student was even worse than when he was in high school: because Kevin started bullying him.

‘Maybe I’ll have to live as a nerd from now on.’ Jake thought. Literally, if he didn’t know about the existence of the magic potion, he might have had a terrible college life, being bullied by Kevin. Kevin’s bullying firstly gave him a desire for revenge, and secondly it taught him a desire for a strong, muscular body. Kevin’s body was the most ideal and perfectly muscular body Jake had in mind.

Kevin was a successful 21-year-old athlete and college student who attended the same college as Jake: a 7'3", 500 lb American football player with a huge muscular body. He had even competed in several bodybuilding competitions, and easily won first place in all of them. Naturally, this gave him sky-high popularity. Every boy and girl wanted to be with Kevin. His only flaw was his personality: kind to others, but vicious to Jake.

It was just because Jake was a nerd. That was why Jake wanted revenge on Kevin, and it was also why he got a magic potion from some suspicious witch.

According to the witch’s explanation, this potion has the power to swap physical traits between two men. It was simple to use. First, soak Kevin’s underwear in the potion. Once all of the potion has been absorbed into the underwear, Jake puts it on. Finally, Jake chants the magic spell, and the magic begins. This means that all of Kevin’s traits (muscles, skeleton, stamina, metabolism, DNA levels, etc.) will be transferred to Jake’s body. And this also means that all of Jake’s traits are transferred to Kevin’s body.

Finally, Kevin’s speedo absorbed every last drop of the potion. Soon, just as the witch had explained, it glowed with a weak light and soon returned to normal. Jake instinctively knew that the magic was ready. Now all he has to do is wear it and chant the magic spell and the magic begins. But instead of putting it on right away, Jake made a little plan. First, he took off all his clothes and wore only Kevin’s yellow speedo and gray training pants. The speedo and pants were too much larger than Jake’s thin waist and small thigh, But he did not care.

'Soon these will fit me perfectly. Maybe it will become smaller.’ Jake grinned. He hurried out to the backyard of the house.

At that time, Kevin was doing some light warm-up work-out in the backyard. He was wearing nothing except sports pants. He often worked out like this, wearing only pants. There was no shame in him. If has such a big, nice muscular body, who would feel embarrassed to expose it?

Well, maybe today is different.

When Jake came out to the backyard, Kevin, who was stretching, automatically turned his gaze towards Jake. Kevin immediately laughed when he saw Jake wearing too big and baggy sweatpants.

“Ha! Anyone who sees you will think you’re a beggar.”

Said Kevin. He flexed his biceps.

“Or are you jealous of this wonderf-”

“-Your favorite Speedo,”

Then Jake said. Kevin immediately noticed something strange. Jake was strangely confident.

“What the-”

“-has disappeared yesterday, dont you?”

“…How do you know that?”

“Because I have it.”

Jake took off his sweatpants. To be precise, he only let go of his pants. The pants slid to the floor, revealing Kevin’s yellow speedo hidden inside. Jake looked at Kevin, his hand clutching his speedo triumphantly. Kevin’s face was twisted with anger.

“You little thief!”

Kevin immediately jumped over the fence and charged at Jake like a bull. But Jake was a little faster. Just before Kevin’s hand touched Jake, Jake chanted a magic spell.

At that moment, Kevin and Jake’s bodies seemed to stop as if time had stopped. As if paralyzed.

The transformation came slowly but surely. As Kevin struggled to move, he noticed something strange. Jake didn’t look small anymore. Their height difference was obvious, so Kevin always looked down on Jake. But now there wasn’t much difference between his and Jake’s eye levels. No, the eye level has become the same. No, Jake started to look down at Kevin little by little…?

'Jake is getting bigger?’ Kevin thought. But he felt like he was missing something more essential. Then he saw his surroundings and realized what he was missing. Although it was not growing as rapidly as Jake, the surrounding scenery was also slowly growing. And through it all he could see his own arm.

An arm whose massive muscles are gradually drying out.

Kevin finally realized the truth. Just as Jake was getting bigger, Kevin himself was getting smaller!

It was exactly as Kevin realized. Kevin’s massive muscles began to dry out quickly. His thick shoulders became as thin and narrow as Jake’s, and his chest, which was as massive as a mountain, became as flat as a dry plain. His proud arms shrank like small twigs. His perfect ten-pack abs disappeared from his abdomen and became thin. The vast back, which was wider than the door, suddenly became as thin as Jake. Both the bulky thighs and thick calves disappeared, and only weak legs remained. As his muscles shrunk, his once thick bones gradually became thinner and shorter. He shrunk to exactly the same height as Jake. Meanwhile, his huge penis, the essence and source of all his masculinity, became as small as Jake’s.

Kevin was exhausted and out of breath. The fatigue was such that Kevin didn’t even notice that part of his facial structure was deforming. The fatigue he felt for the first time in his life. Meanwhile, Kevin’s handsome, masculine face has now become a plain, somewhat nerd-like face. Kevin flopped down in his seat. The sports pants he was wearing flowed down Kevin’s slender legs.

“what…!”

Kevin said. His deep baritone voice has now changed into a high-pitched voice. The star athlete and bodybuilder who once dominated college campuses has become a frail, small man like Jake.

At that moment, Jake’s thin and weak muscles began to become strong and massive in an instant. His narrow, skinny shoulders became as wide and thick as Kevin’s, and a huge mountain of magnificent muscle bulged from his flat chest. The two arms, which were thin like tree branches, became thick and huge to the point of being proud. His slim abdomen became firm, and after a while, his perfect ten-pack abs were clearly revealed on his abdomen. The skinny and weak back became as wide and strong as Kevin’s. His skinny thighs became bulky, and his weak calves became strong. As his muscles grew, his thin, small bones gradually became thicker and longer. It grew exactly as tall as Kevin. Meanwhile, Jake felt a hot, tingling sensation in his groin. His testicles twitched as if they were being squeezed, then grew as large as an apple as all the essence of Kevin’s masculinity was injected into them. A thick vein rose from his testicles and connected to his cock, and in an instant, his small dick became as thick and long as Kevin’s.

Jake also gasped for air. It was not because he was exhausted like Kevin, but because of the intense and ecstatic sensation he felt for the first time in his life. It was so intense that, like Kevin, Jake didn’t even notice that part of his facial structure was deforming. Soon the plain, nerd-looking face was upgraded to the most manly and handsome version of Jake himself. Jake stood proudly in his place. The sweatpants no longer fit him at all, and the only thing that fit him was Kevin’s yellow Speedo.

“Good…”

Jake finally said. His high-pitched voice changed into a deep baritone voice. By taking everything from Kevin, the once frail and small man was reborn as a star athlete and bodybuilder who dominated the college campus.

“What have you done to-?!”

“Shut up.”

Jake said. Kevin instinctively closed his mouth due to the overwhelming feeling of intimidation. He had never faced anyone bigger than himself. The fear and awe it brought was much more terrifying than Kevin had imagined.

Meanwhile Jake lifted his arms and placed them behind his head. He looked down at Kevin with a satisfied smile. Like a predator looking down at its prey.

“Thanks for donating your muscles, idiot. Now it’s time to payback.”

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Big Man’s Lake

Alex wandered through the small forest in Spain. He had taken a break from the constant touring of Europe to do what he wanted to do, explore by himself. The spanish countryside was beautiful. The light filtering through the canopy of trees, and the soft chirping of birds. He had kept track of his location on the map he had carried the past year. The 20 year old, self-proclaimed adventurer always liked to carry a map, just in case.

At the crest of a hill, he peered out over a valley, seeing an enormous lake. It looked like some kind of hotspring. A sign was hung on a tree next to him. "Lago Masculino Grande." Big Man's lake, Big Male? He grinned and stripped down to his trunks and got into the inviting lake. It bubbled, and tingled below him. When He got out of the cool refreshing water, he felt different. As he walked back to the city to go to the hotel, he felt like he was getting larger. It had to be a trick of the mind from the heat... but as he walked through the city streets, he noticed what was happening. He looked down at his body, almost speechless, he had gotten larger indeed. His whole body had thickened with muscles, his chest more defined, his arms larger. His wet trunks were being pulled down by their own weight, revealing his underwear. It had tightened on his waist, making small ridges. He ran back to the hotel, wanting to explore his new body.

By nighttime, he had taken off his uncomfortable clothes. He was feeling bigger every minute that passed. What had happened in that lake? Had the tingling water done this? He was feeling tired, and climbed into bed in his hotel suite. The phone rang early that morning, his wake-up call as usual. Although, today he wouldn't be going out. He shifted his body to answer "Hello?", he gasped a bit at his new, deeper voice. "Yes, I'm up. Gracias." He slowly lifted the phone back into it's resting place. He rolled around in his bed, the sheet bunching up on his crotch... He felt even bigger... everything did..

He slowly got up, lifting the sheet from his body. He saw his new body. Protruding pecs, defined abs, nice solid shoulders. Even his legs had definition. Between them was a real surprise though, a nice 8-inch cock lay over his nuts. He stroked it once with a grin. He was doing great now. Whatever was in the water was good enough for him. He spent the rest of his day lifting things in the suite, marveling at his new strength. He found a pair of underwear and jogging pants and pulled the bands wider. He had clothes now, but with his still growing muscular butt, they weren't going to fit for long. He stood in the kitchen, trying to figure out just what was happening to him. It didn't really matter, but he was wondering when it would stop. Yesterday morning he had only been 160 pounds, but now he was 220 or more.

Alex stayed up the whole night, feeling himself growing more and more. He was nearing 300, he could feel it. He didn't know for sure though. His body was thick, ropey. His chest was like rock now, his shoulders sculpted, his neck was being supported by hard, triangular traps. He had abs now, though they were losing definition below the navel. He had veins streaking across his arms, and his quads were thick as his waist. He noticed that his nipples had moved further apart, and that his chest creased when he moved his arms. He had to take the underwear off now. His muscle ass had gotten larger, pulling the fabric in front tight against his growing genitals. He was a muscle god, and he knew it! The growing eventually slowed down, his body pumped and swelled one last day. He lost further definition in his arms, neck, and butt. He was looking a little more like an offseason bodybuilder. His chest was huge now, two massive pecs sat below his traps, and led to two soft-ball sized shoulders. His biceps looked like footballs, and his forearms were like thick rope. His quads were bigger than his waist now, and they had to maneuver around each other. He realized that he had absolutely no clothes now, so he got on the webcam and sent pictures of his predicament off home... he typed the e-mail to his friends in america. "So, if you could, please send me over some money or really really big clothes... I think I'm going to go for a swim again."

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A Donation From Big Bro

Having been left by their father since they were kids, half-brothers Jason and Blake grew up separately. Jason, 26, the older of the two, chose to leave the house 10 years ago to try and live independently. Meanwhile Blake, 18, the younger brother, was left to grow up with his mother.

Jason got a small job when he left and when he had his first pay, he invested in a gym membership. His investment obviously paid off. Seeming to have gotten some of the best genes, he grew up to be 6'2 and 260 lbs of muscle. His body, partnered with his chiseled face, tan skin, and jet black hair could really make many heads turn whenever he walks by.

Blake on the other hand, chose to focus more on his studies. In fact, he just finished high school and is now an incoming college freshman. After moving in his dorm and unpacking, he lied down and scrolled on social media and that's when he saw it, his older brother's profile. He looked through Jason's photos and he was wowed by how his brother looked. At 5'5 and 130 lbs, he was nowhere near the looks of his brother. They do look alike but besides their body, Blake's wavy brown hair separates the two.

Blake continued scrolling on Jason's profile and he discovered that Jason is now a personal trainer and is actually the owner of the gym near his college campus. Blake put some thought into it and decided that he wanted to turn his body around in college, he wanted to be the heartthrob of the campus.

Jason was about to sleep when his phone suddenly vibrated. He checked and saw that someone had messaged him. He immediately recognized the name and photo, it's his little brother and he wants to meet with him.

Tomorrow morning came and Blake was nervous as he's about to meet his older brother after 10 years. He looked around and saw huge figure of a man. The man was wearing sweatpants paired with a tank top. His shoulders were wide, his arms defined, his back tapering into a V shape, his legs shaped like boulders.

"J-Jason?" Blake called.

The man looked behind him and down at Blake. Blake was met with the man's portruding pecs. It was Jason.

"Blake? Hey little bro. Wow, you've really grown, young man!" Jason said to his brother.

"I can say the same thing to you. Wow, you're huge, man!" Blake replied.

"Thanks man, I've put a lotta work into this body" Jason said, flexing his biceps in front of his brother. "So why did you want to meet after all this years?" Jason followed.

"I want to be built and jacked, and I think you're the one that can help me." Blake answered, touching his thin arms.

"Well, I'm flattered, little man..." Jason smirks.

"So, what do you say?" Blake followed up.

"Let’s make you huge, lil bro!" Jason exclaimed.

Jason really stayed true to his word. He began training Blake intensively. To Blake's surprise, he started gaining weight and really noticed changes happening on his body. After training for 6 months, his weight went from 130 lbs to 150. He saw his abs being visible, his chest starting to portrude, his bicep having a bump. Blake enjoyed these changes.

One night after training, Jason and Blake went to the shower room, going into separate cubicles. They were both pumped after working out and Blake was really feeling his body. But Blake wanted to see how Jason looks, so he peeked into Jason's cubicle as Jason was busy showering. Blake saw Jason's wide V tapered back leading down his ass, but the biggest treat was when he saw what was at front. Jason turned, eyes closed, and Blake saw his thick, monstrous 10 inch cock. Blake immediately felt his own cock harden. Blake couldn't help it, he took a picture of his view of Jason and went back to his cubicle.

The brothers finished showering. Blake put some shorts on and before he put on a shirt, he flexed a bit in front of the mirror, admiring his progress. Jason enters the room to change, with only a towel on his waist, when he sees Blake flexing.

"Feels great huh? Seeing your progress in the mirror." Jason says while smiling.

"Yeah but now with you beside me, damn I'm dwarfed." Blake answers.

"You'll get there lil bro." Jason says while raising an arm into a bicep pose.

Jason flexes his other arm, posing a double bicep. He puts them down and proceeded to flex a couple more poses. Meanwhile Blake can't help but stare at his brother, admiring his frame. Jason sees Blake staring and he smiled.

"It's okay bro, you can touch." Jason says to his staring brother.

Blake almost instantly reaches for his brother's pecs, feeling the size of it in his small hands. Blake can't help but let out a sigh of amazement. His hands then move to Jason's rounded shoulders, going to his biceps.

"Chest is 58 inches, biceps are 24 inches." Jason proudly states, flexing them. He then raises his towel a bit. "Calves 21 inches, Thighs 30 inches" He adds.

Jason feels his ego rise, with his little brother admiring his body that he put a lot of effort into. He flexes his abs while Blake rubs his hands on the rock-hard surface, feeling the crevices. Jason turns around, flexing his wide back, tapering into a V-shape. Blake touches the wall-like back of his brother.

Blake feels himself getting aroused and his cock starts to harden. He almost let out a moan, but he suppressed it upon realizing. He becomes afraid his brother will see so he stopped and put his shirt on.

"I need to go, I gotta pack for the winter break." Blake blurts out. "See you in two weeks, I guess?" He says.

"Actually, make that a month. I'll be going out of the country to collaborate with other gym influencers" Jason answers.

"Oh, okay then..." Blake says back.

"Continue your workouts huh lil bro. I don't want you getting smaller when I get back." Jason cockily teases as Blake leaves.

Blake gets home to his dorm, taking his shorts off and letting his hard 4 inch cock out. He takes out his phone and opens the photos he took earlier, looking at his brother’s huge body and monstrous cock. He begins stroking his cock, feeling more and more aroused as he zooms in on his big bro.

"Ughhh Jason fuck" He moans. He begins touching his body sensually, making his breaths heavier. He imagines his big bro's enormous pecs, larger-than-grapefruit biceps, washboard abs. He feels himself get closer and closer.

"Ughhh sh- shit"

"Oh fuck uh- huge"

"Ugh ughh"

"oH- UGHHHNN!" With a wave of pleasure, he cums. His cum shoots everywhere. "Ughh uhh" Blake moans and breathes heavily. He then passes out.

That's when he realizes, he wants Jason's size. He wants his height. He wants his body, from his strong arms, thick legs, to his heavily muscled torso. He wants all of Jason to himself.

Immediately, he went looking for a way to gain what he wants to take. He searched books and the web and after three days, he found one. He got it and he was excited to make his fantasies real. But in the meantime, he followed what Jason told him and he continued his workouts extensively. He chased for growth.

Finally, a month has passed. Blake was excited to see Jason again. He was thrilled to show how consistent he has been. In a month, he added about 10 lbs. Not just that, being in his teenage years, he grew an inch in height, making him 5'6 and 140 lbs. He might not be as big and lean as his brother, but he is filling out his frame quite nicely. His chest now pushes out his shirt, his abs more fuller looking, and his biceps now fit his sleeves perfectly. But beyond all of that, he was excited for his plan. He knew that in a short period of time, his biggest desire will be reality.

Blake went to the gym before the sun could rise. He knew that Jason has arrived and that he would be working out. Blake was right, he saw his brother right away. Jason was even bigger than last time, making Blake want him more.

"Hey Jason" Blake greeted.

"Hey lil bro! Long time no see. Damn bro, you're filling out quite nicely." Jason greets back.

"You're not getting any smaller either... By the way, I got us this sports drink." Blake gives his brother one.

"Thanks bro, perfect timing, I'm about to start my workout." Jason takes a few sips and went on to start his workout.

"Great, I'll join you then." Blake drinks his own sports drink and grins, following Jason to the weightroom.

Jason starts doing push-ups for warm-up. As he approaches 30 reps, he started feeling off. He felt a strange sensation throughout his body, kinda like the feeling when having an orgasm.

"Ughh- oh" Jason groans as he stops his push-ups and falls to the ground.

"Hey, you okay, big bro?" Blake asked.

"I'm fine, I think it's just my amount of sleep catching up on me." Jason answered unsure.

"Here, drink up." Blake handed Jason's sports drink to him. Blake made sure Jason drank of all of it, grinning as he does so.

"Alright then, let's help you get bigger. Let's do bench press." Jason said to Blake.

"Careful with this one, lil bro" Jason loaded 155 lbs plates on the bar and spotted Blake. Blake lifted it and did 10 reps with it. "Too easy!" he said. Jason was surprised.

"My turn, little man!" Jason said, loading 460 lbs on the bar. Jason lifted the bar and started repping. As he was doing so, his mind was flooded with sexual images. He started to get turned on.

"Ughhh" Jason started to moan and groan with every breath everytime the bar descends. He feels his cock getting hard so he put the bar back into place.

"H-hold on a little" Jason stood up, and went to the locker room to avoid Blake from seeing his hard-on. But blake already noticed it, he smirked.

Jason went into the locker room, his mind all over the place. He feels so sensitive. All that's in his mind makes him wanna orgasm. Little does he know, Blake's the one behind it.

Blake followed into the locker room and saw Jason. "Hey big bro, what's going on? Come on let's continue." Blake said to his brother.

"Blake, oh uhm. I- I'm just..." Jason explains, trying to cover his hard-on.

Blake gets closer to Jason. "Come on big bro..." Blake said, touching the tent on Jason's shorts. "Ughhhh" Jason lets out a whimper.

Jason doesn't understand what he's feeling, he's not gay, but what Blake is doing is really turning him on. Blake took Jason's shirt off and started lowering Jason's shorts.

"You want to help me get bigger, right?" Blake said to his brother.

"Y-yes" Jason staggeringly answers.

"Good, bro" Blake said as he takes Jason's shorts off, revealing Jason's hardened masculinity, growing into 11 inches.

Without any warning, Blake put Jason's cock in his mouth, making him moan. Blake started sucking, working his way on Jason's cock. Jason can no longer suppress his moans.

Jason feels this sinking feeling as he nears his orgasm. The pleasure was wild and he feels closer and closer as Blake moves up and down his shaft. A shudder ran down his body and his balls start churning.

"Ughhhh fuuu-" Jason cums. Blake made sure to swallow every bit of it as it shoots hard into his mouth. Jason was overwhelmed with pleasure. He fell into the bench behind him, eyes closed.

Blake felt himself get taller, he felt his limbs extending and his view getting higher. As his body gets lengthier, the bulk he had put on disappears, his muscles adjusting into his body.

Meanwhile, the opposite happens to Jason. He feels his spine shorten and retract. With that, his muscles enlarge, adjusting to his shortening frame. His pecs and arms bulged out, his legs grew thicker.

"Wh-what did you do to me?" Jason said upon opening his eyes and seeing his short frame.

"You helped me grow, isn't that what we wanted?" Blake answered.

"Y-yes" Jason said, but he felt something was wrong.

Seeing his brother's enlarged muscles made Blake more and more excited, so he proceeded to the next step. "I'm gonna get so massive with what we will be doing." He said.

Blake lays Jason down the bench and grabbed his brother's still hard cock. He rode it and lowered himself onto it. Blake moved up and down, filling Jason with pleasure. Jason's cock started to spew pre-cum. Blake's body started reacting to it. He felt his body start to swell with muscle. Blake touched Jason's hard pecs and squeezed it as he bounces on his cock.

Blake feels his body expand outward as he absorbs more of Jason's precum. His pecs start to form, his biceps tensing into a ball, his abs forming crevices. Jason feels Blake get heavier.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum again- ohhh!" Jason finally shoots his load inside Blake. Jason's bulk slowly shrank into him. His biceps slowly thinned out, his treetrunk legs became weak, his torso got drained of its size, his chest on which Blake is grabbing on to lowered slowly from being mountains to a flat surface.

"Ohhh fuck- ughh!" Blake can't help but groan as he feels his body fill up. He flexes a double bicep pose as his arms expand into mounds of rock. Meanwhile his legs got thicker and thicker, proportioning into his new height. His pecs grow into boulders, rivaling melons, he touches them and squeezes them.

"Fuck, yes!" Blake exclaims as he poses his muscles. He went to the scale and measured his height and weight.

"6'4 and 270 lbs, damn. Only one thing left." Blake says to himself as he gets back to Jason.

Blake stands Jason up and turns him around. "Hey bro, just one last thing and we're done." Blake said to Jason's ear, caressing Jason's cock in his hand.

Jason's cock immediately springs back up to life. Jason whimpers as he feels pleasure build up with Blake stroking his cock. While doing so, Blake slides his 4 incher into Jason's hole. Jason moans as intense pleasure fills hin again, but he can't cum.

"You're gonna help me grow right?" Blake says.

"Y-yes, anything for you ugh-" Jason answered.

"Even my cock?" Blake follows up.

"Yes, take it. Take my fucking cock."

As pre-cum comes out of Jason's cock, Blake feels it slowly dwindle into his hand while his own cock grows and more and more enters Jason's ass. Blake starts thrusting, making Jason feel more pleasure, all as he strokes Jason's cock. Blake's cock grows and grows inside Jason, going into 12 inches. Jason's, however, retracted into Blake's hand, it shrank into 3 inches.

"Ughh, please Blake... I need to cum" Jason whimpers.

"Not until I do. Ughhh!" Blake cums into Jason's ass the largest he has ever cum.

"Ughhh- shi- ughh!" Jason moans as he experiences being cummed in the ass for the first time.

The two brothers experience their greatest orgasm, but one while experiencing his fantasy and one while experiencing loss.

Jason shoots cum from his now 3 incher, moaning and passing out in the process.

Blake pulls out his brother and admires his new 12 incher shooting more load on his passed out brother. He flexes on the mirror he once flexed on with his brother a month ago, but now being the superior one.

"Thanks for the donation... little bro." He said as he leaves his brother in the locker room.

Jason gains consciousness and snaps out of the drink's effects, realizing what had just happened.

[razostory]

Hey friends

I tried to hold myself as much as I could, following difficult events that I experienced in the last month.

I won't be uploading stories until at the end of 2023. I wish everyone the best.

Love you

[razostory]

The New Classmate's Speedy Gains

Julian had always been the envy of his classmates with his toned physique and chiseled abs. He was proud of the countless hours he spent in the gym perfecting his body. Julian has brown eyes, thick eyebrows, dark curly hair, and he's tall at 6'1. Julian was feeling confident as he walked into his physics class on the first day of the semester. He had been working extra hard all summer to get his body in top shape, and he was excited to show off his impressive muscles. As he took a seat in the front row, he noticed a new student sitting a few rows back.

"Hey there" James said to Julian, taking him by surprise.

"Hi, you must be James, nice to meet you!" Julian replied, looking down at his shoulder level.

"You're really quite the big guy huh?" James said as he notices and touches Julian's arms, while Julian blushed and laughed. James is an innocent looking student with blue eyes, messy brown hair, he smaller than Julian, standing at only 5'6, he looked skinny. They seem to be getting along in their first interaction, however, Julian has a weird feeling towards him that he can't seem to shake off.

Over the next few weeks, Julian noticed that something strange was happening. Every time he saw James, he felt like he was losing muscle mass. At first, he didn't think much of it, but as the weeks went by, he started to feel weaker and smaller. He could see his once impressive washboard abs disappearing, and his biceps were no longer as defined as they used to be.

Julian tried to convince himself that he was imagining things, but every time he looked at James, he felt like he was shrinking. Every day, Julian couldn't help but notice that James seemed to be getting more muscular while he was getting smaller. Julian tried to ignore it, he would often bounce his pecs and flex his biceps, telling himself that he was still in good shape. But every time he saw James, he couldn't help but feel a sense of envy. From that moment on, Julian became obsessed with James' muscles.

"What's your secret" he thinks as he would watch him in class and at the gym, admiring his strength and power. But the more he watched, the more he realized that he was losing his own strength and power. He started to avoid James as much as possible, but even when they weren't in the same room, Julian could feel his muscles getting smaller.

One day, Julian couldn't take it anymore. He confronted James after class and accused him of stealing his muscles.

"What? Is this a joke? Hahaha!" James just laughed and flexed his biceps, which looked bigger and more defined than ever.

"I just discovered the fun in working out. Do you wanna come with me to the gym?" James approached Julian and asked him if he wanted to work out together.

"Su-sure thing, I guess" Julian nervously accepted the offer, hoping that he could finally get his strength back. As they started lifting weights, Julian couldn't help but admire James' impressive muscles.

James was lifting heavier weights than Julian, and his biceps were bulging with every rep.

"Ugh yeah! I can feel the pump!" Julian bounced his pecs and flexed his muscles in front of James, he was convinced that he was still the biggest and strongest guy in the room. But as James flexed his own muscles, Julian couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy and jealousy. James' muscles were bigger and more defined than ever before, and Julian couldn't help but feel like he was shrinking in comparison.

"Wow, ughhn" Julian whimpered as he felt a surge of excitement at the sight of James' muscles. He couldn't resist touching them. He whimpered in ecstasy as he touched James' bigger body and muscles, feeling the power and strength that he had lost prior.

"Your body is one of the hottest I've seen" James admired Julian's body and touched it, Julian started to feel a glimmer of hope. Maybe he wasn't as small as he thought he was. Maybe he still had some muscle left in him. As James touched Julian's now smaller body, he couldn't help but admire the way it looked in his hands. He could feel every crevice and contour of Julian's muscles, even though they were much smaller than before.

"I feel so hot" Julian flexed as James continued to admire him, feeling good about himself for the first time in weeks. For a moment, Julian felt like he was still bigger than James. He flexed every muscle he had left, trying to prove to himself that he still had some strength and power left in him. But as he flexed, he could feel his remaining muscles and height being stolen away.

"What's happening to me- ughhh!" Julian began to panic as he watched his once-impressive muscles shrink before his very eyes. His biceps were no longer bulging, his abs were no longer defined, and his chest was no longer juicy. "Ugh please no, stop, ughh" He whimpered louder and louder as James rubbed his body, stealing away what little strength he had left. Finally, Julian had reached orgasm and cums all his size away. Julian felt ecstatic and defeated all at the same time, unable to resist the power of James' muscles. His tall body fell weak on James's arms.

James continued to feel Julian's "muscles," enjoying the sensation of power and strength that he was able to extract from them. He admired Julian's body, taking in every inch of it, even though it was much smaller than before.

"Ugh fuck this is so hot" James couldn't help but let out a whimper of desire. He was addicted to the feeling of power and strength that he got from Julian's body, and he couldn't resist the temptation to take even more. Julian whimpered as James touched him, feeling a strange mixture of pleasure and pain. He knew that he was no longer the big, strong bodybuilder that he used to be, but he couldn't resist the temptation to flex his remaining muscles for James.

James noticed Julian's cock hardening so he took it out of Julian's shorts. Julian lets out a moan, overwhelmed with the pleasure he's feeling. James puts Julian's 7 inch cock in his mouth, giving him the blowjob of his life.

"Ugh James please, I'm gonna cum" Julian mutters but James goes faster. Julian moans as he is overwhelmed until he finally cums. James made sure to swallow everything Julian releases. As he does, Julian's body contracts, his limbs shortening. The opposite happens to James as he seemingly grows taller. James stands up and props Julian against a wall, Julian was now the shorter of the two, facing James's chest.

James faces Julian to the opposite direction and inserts his 4 inch cock into Julian's ass. He starts pounding Julian hard while rubbing Julian's 7 incher. "I'm gonna have to take this too" James whispers to Julian's ear as he jacks off Julian's member. They moan and moan until they are almost at climax. "Please, just let me cum" Julian begs. "Not until I do!" James objects. As James thrusts harder and harder, he feels his dick growing while Julian's shrinks. Finally, James reaches orgasm and cums into Julian's hole. He pulls out and Julian falls on the ground, but James is to busy admiring his new 8 incher to notice. All that Julian was able to do was whimper as his shrunken cock uncontrollably cums and he watches James walk away.

"Thanks for the time... and the bonuses. See you in class, I guess" James says as he puts on Julian's clothes which are now a little tight on him and leaves.

In the end, Julian was left with nothing. He was a shell of his former self, a once-powerful heartthrob of an athlete reduced to a mere shadow of his former self. James, on the other hand, was bigger and stronger than ever before, his muscles bulging with power and strength. Julian knew that he had lost the battle for strength and power. But even as he felt defeated, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pleasure and desire at the thought of James' huge, powerful muscles.

[razostory]

Meteorite Dare

My names Cayden.

And Jasper has been my best Bro for years.

But in all honesty we had a complicated relationship.

.

I’m sure most of you have heard of the term sibling-rivalry or girl-rivalry but have you heard of the term bro-rivalry?

While I was the cocky and risk taking one, Jasper had always been the smart and sly one.

But the fact was that we both were equally alpha. And for 2 alphas to be good bros can be tense at times. It was a constant back stabbing game behind all the smiles and laughs. We were always trying to outdo each other physically and mentally. Tho we both knew we needed each other. We were average in terms of looks, height, strength and charisma.

We couldnt take down other Alpha males around us who were bigger taller and way better looking than us. but together, our testosterone and cocky nature combined made us a top notch bro team.

We were the cockiest motherfuckers around.

Yet we knew the day would come when one day one of us would gain the upper hand and force the other down to a submissive beta rank.

That day came much sooner than both of us expected.

We were out one day on one of our pussy hunting trips. As usual we needed one another. I had the navigation skills and he had the posh car to make us look extra cocky.

While trying to outdo each other talking about the length or our cocks we saw the distance a falling meteorite from the skies.

It made a large sound as it crashed a short distance from us and we could see the dust cloud it had created from our car.

We drove close to the site for further inspection and realized we had come across something unusual and never seen before. It was a glowing rock that seemed to animate its lights around itself.

We got out of our car and rushed down to see the large rock before us. It was almost magical in nature.

We joked about how falling stars could make our wishes come true and laughed at such a possibility. Me being the cockier asshole dared him to ask me something risky.

Jasper lifted his brow for a moment and thought to himself before revealing a nasty arrogant smirk back at me. While i was the cockier one he was always better at playing the backstabbing game.

“You like laughing at the fatso losers in school and comparing your muscles with them dontcha? What if you became one?

“I dare you to touch the meteoroid and swear that you wish you would be transformed into a fat fucking pig of a man. That you would give up all your current muscles you have now to become such a stinky smelly man pig permanently”

I personally did’nt believe in magic but for a moment the thought of being a fatso loser forever striked a chord on my nerves as i begin to hesitate and regret my previous cocky suggestion.

“Oh c’mon don’t tell me you actually believe in magic?? Plus you were the one who was all cocky and daring me to dare you…. are you backing out now? I could always dare toy to be something else… why not the skinny nerds in science club?”

He laughed menacingly to himself before giving himself a subtle nod of victory over me.

Not being one to lose a dare, I gave him a cocky stare back and placed my hands on the hard rock that was still warm from the collision.

A sense of dread engulfed me as i tried my best to tell myself that magic does not exist.

“I CAYDEN, SWEAR TO WISH THAT I WOULD BE TRANSFORMED INTO A SMELLY STINKY MAN PIG….”

I couldn’t bare to say anymore and closed my eyes noticing something changing within me…..

A sound came from within my stomach as my heart dropped…

It was a growl…

I was simply hungry…..

But nothing else happened….

I just both broke into laughter as i savored my confident cocky victory over Jasper as we got back into the car. I could sense some disappointment from Jasper. I’m sure he had hoped that I would have indeed be transformed into a disgusting fat fuck of a loser.

The incident was soon forgotten as we joked about the meteoroid rock and Jasper even took a small piece of the rock back as a souvenir.

We both drove off for some food….

The next morning...

We had some drinks last night and I was still feeling groggy and my vison was blurred. My head hurt from the drinking and i struggled to reach for my phone to check the time.

It was at that moment when i realized there was a particular musky smell in the room. It smelt bad but I didn’t pay much attention to it.

Stranger still my body felt alot heavier and i had to spend more energy and effort just to move myself to the edge of my bed and get closer to my phone.

I heard footsteps as my door opened…

“WTF HAPPENED TO YOU BRO?!”

I turned my head towards the yell Jasper made as i tried to get of my bed.

Something was definitively wrong about my body.

I begin to panic as i pulled myself of my bed and i fell on the ground. I could see my hands and they were so much larger than usual.

Pushing myself of the floor I could see Jasper still in shock as i fought my way in a hangover state to my nearest mirror.

I looked at my reflection as my jaw dropped.

“No fucking way…………”

I was a muscle monster.

I had muscles on top of already bulging muscles.

And I was not afraid to flaunt them to my wide eyed little friend in front of me.

I could smell the sniff of stinky sweat from my armpits as i showed them off. And even tho they stank so bad i could see the jealousy from Jasper.

The whiff of strong deep bad smelling protein came from my breathe as I noticed how much more handsome my face got as well.

I fetl so good.

Previously i was simply lean and slightly above average. Now I was truely ALPHA

I was speechless.

And so was Jasper who even tho was still lean, was so much smaller and shorter than me now.

His eyes moved quickly from my various body parts, i could tell his eyes were filled with jealousy and envy but on top of that he was filled with lust.

“It can’t be the meteorite yesterday can it? I mean you wished to become a Fucking PIG! Why are you like this now??”

I was casually playing with my now monster cock subtly mentally dominating Jasper to let him know who the real ALPHA is now.

“Well, you see i couldn’t take any chances. So i whispered under my breathe softy saying ROIDED pig”

I continued posing to my envious friend knowing how much he must regret everything now.

I was so drunk with power.

I could feel myself getting so obnoxious and cocky.

It felt so good watching Jasper looking so sad and regretful. He knew the day had finally come. He could no longer be my equal.

He was now a beta. And I was now his Alpha.

I challenged him to an arm wrestling challenge knowing I would win so I could make him feel worst about his new lesser status as a beta male in our relationship and solidify my new Alpha Position.

And as usual me being the cockier asshole dared him to ask me something risky during the arm wrestling match.

It was so funny seeing how desperate he was now.

“I dare you to give me all your muscles and strength”

“I dare you to give me all your handsome facial features”

“I dare you to give me your tall height”

“I dare you to wish yourself with a skinny weak body

“I dare you to wish yourself with an ugly unattractive face”

“I dare you to wish yourself with a short 5′4 height”

“And you will dare it all to be as permanent as it can be”

I crossed my heart and said all the dares loud and clearly.

But I couldn’t help laughing at his desperation.

He was always the smart and sly one.

And I was always the daring cocky one.

But there was no meteoroid rock to help him now.

No cleverness in his sly little brain is gonna help him now

And I can be as Cocky and Mean to him as i want.

Because Now He can only wish……

I wasn’t even using all my strength. I didn’t want to win so quickly and i prolonged the arm wrestling knowing he was struggling so hard against me.

I yawned…..

But not before i noticed something strange.

There was light.

And It got brighter and brighter every second.

And it was coming from our clasped palms.

A blinding light quickly engulfed us before fading away

I was too shocked that I didn’t notice even notice his arms gaining the strength to push my arms down.

I released my palms from his as the glow slowly faded. And a small tiny and insignificant rock fell out of both our palms as the glow entirely disappeared.

As i regained my sight i could only notice a large object in the front of my face.

I was still so confused as i gazed around.

But I could certainly smell a muscky stinky sweaty smell that was around me.

I finally looked up at the towering imposing figure.

He opened his mouth in the snarkiest cockiest way possible while flexing his guns and i could smell a whiff of deep bad strong smelling protein under his breathe.

“Still wanna play the Meteoroid Dare Bitch?”

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[razostory]

(Un)identical twins (3)

so guys

Every good trilogy has to end at some point. Here is the last part of

Part 1:

Part 2:

Time seemed frozen in Jason’s room as the two heavily muscled brothers lived the moment they had been anticipating for several months. For neither it had gone as they had foreseen it. Jason had found deeper and more satisfying pleasure in dominating his grown brother than he’d ever imagined. Sure, he had enjoyed being worshipped before, during or after one of his workouts by Sam or the stares from the other guys in the shower. But his brother was now way bigger than any of the guys that had rubbed their hands allover his muscles before sucking him off or getting his cock up their ass. Brett, on the other hand, had his hopes of reclaiming his dominant spot in the family shattered the moment he laid eyes on his brother’s naked torso. The second his brother had revealed his new frame, Brett had instinctively accepted the beastly man’s alphaness. Every primal instinct in his body had automatically chased every opposition to the superior being from him. His mind had been flooded by thoughts and speculations of the insane power that the bulging, insanely large and totally shredded muscles had to possess. For some reason, the awe and fear had soon been mixed with and dominated by a strange feeling of attraction. Unknown and new feelings had whirled through his mind: he had never before been attracted to another man, not even to his bigger and 261 pounds of muscles teammate Mike. He had, off course, checked his teammates’ physiques in the gym or in the shower and complimented some on their results. And received praise in return, certainly since he’d been juicing. That had been nothing more than the usual locker room atmosphere of athletes showing respect for their efforts to build up their physique. Without any sexual afterthought attached to it.

The two muscular brothers were however bound by one mutual feeling: both of them were experiencing the most powerful orgasm in their life. Brett’s mind was whirling with feelings of ecstasy as pain and pleasure traveled along his spine to explode inside his brain in a fireworks of bursts of energy. His brother’s body sent urges of need through his own body; urges even his hottest girlfriend had never made him feel. Somehow, he even enjoyed the feeling of having his 241 pound, heavily muscled body feel small next to his 327 pound, beastly brother; feeling weak in the huge man’s powerful grasp. He felt like a ragdoll against the beastly body, but somehow he also felt safe in his brother’s grasp. His mind was at peace with his position as a beta, knowing it was no use to defy the muscle beast his brother had become. His mouth hung open in a silent cry. His hand was still vigorously stroking his rock-hard 8 incher that was now leaking the remains of watery loads from his drained and aching balls.

Jason was also flooded with feelings of pure bliss. His mighty orgasm felt like lightning exploding in every cell of his beastly body. The realization of eclipsing, totally dominating and reducing to an obedient beta his heavily muscled, 241 pound brother gave him more satisfaction than the process of his own growth over the past months. Sure, he had jerked off to his own, ever swelling reflection as he had posed in front of the mirror in his room. Sure, he had creamed himself feeling and exploring his ever hardening muscles. But none of these feelings compared in the least to the feeling of total and undisputed control over another athlete that dwarfed most of the guys in the gym.

“YEAUGHN”, Jason roared deeply as the second wave of his all-consuming orgasm rolled over him. He pulled back his cock slightly and rammed it deep and forcefully inside his brother.

‘Oughpff”, Brett peeped. He stared at his own face in the mirror and his eyes widened as his pecs were shoved against the cum-splattered mirror and he felt his feet being lifted off the ground: he was now completely impaled in his brother’s 14 inch cock. His hand raced back and forth along his shaft, but his completely drained balls refused to spill another drop of cum. The pressure inside him intensified some more as his six-pack bloated further from the never ending blasts of hot liquid the fleshy snake kept spewing inside him.

“FUCK YEAUGHN”, Jason rumbled as he felt his orgasm subside slowly. He reopened his eyes, that had been closed since his orgasm began and stared into the mirror: one third of it was covered in his brother’s spunk. He looked further down and saw the drained look on his brother’s face. Even further down, he noticed his brother’s hand still mechanically stroking his own deflating cock. He also regained control of his senses and felt the heat that had built up in the room and was hit by the strong sent of musk and sex that hung heavily in the air and filled his room. He inhaled deeply to calm his breathing and let his heartbeat slowdown. His uber-athletic body recovered within half a minute. He pumped his cock a final time inside his brother’s ass and withdrew it. His still fully hard 14 incher smacked into the brick-sized abs of his eight-pack, smearing a rope of sticky cum against the corrugated surface in the process.

Brett whimpered as the fleshy snake was pulled away from his worn out ass. He shivered and felt strangely empty after having being impaled on the thick shaft. He felt the thick, hot liquid stream from his ass and slide along the back of his muscular legs. His knees buckled from exhaustion but his brother’s big paws maintained their firm grip on his hips and held him upright.

Jason brought is mouth to his brother’s ear. “I’m so glad yar home, little bro. Can’t think of a better and more fun way to wake up. I even think ya enjoyed this more than me. Didn’t ya, little bro?”, he said.

Brett heard a muttered “yes” escape his mouth and nodded in response.

“I knew it, little bro”, Jason went on, “ya’re still stroking yar cock.”

The remark made Brett look down and indeed, his hand was still stroking his now soft cock. “I…”, he began.

“No need to explain, little bro”, Jason stated, “ya’re not the first to jerk off to my body. And ya won’t be the least. Clean up yar mess and get ready while I grab some breakfast.” He released his brother’s hips, pulled on a pair of boxers and strutted to the door.

“Get… ready…? For what?”, Brett asked while he placed his hands against the mirror to support his worn out body.

“For our workout, off course”, Jason replied, “It’s arm day, little bro. I want to see yar bigger arms in action. And don’t ya want to see my canons pump some iron?” He raised his right arm in a flex, letting his 28.5 inch arm explode into a hard, round orb.

A jolt shot through Brett’s cock at the sight of his brother’s flexed arm. Anticipation filled his mind.

“Clean yar mess from my mirror and put on yar workout gear, little bro”, Jason rumbled and left his brother to get some breakfast.

Half an hour later, Jason and Brett arrived at the gym. Jason looking fresh and energized, Brett still feeling some fatigue after the events in his brother’s room. Jason entered the gym first, strutting over to the desk.

“Yo, big guy”, Sam greeted the biggest member of the gym. “I see you brought your brother”, he added as he noticed Brett. “Geez, you look way bigger than last time too. Must be fun having top genes to build muscle”, he said as he eyed Brett’s frame.

A faint grin formed on Brett’s faced at the remark. He’d always enjoyed getting complimented on his physique. It made him feel a bit like the alpha he once was.

“If ya ladies are done flirting, I would like to train”, Jason stated dryly and strutted past the desk into the locker room.

Jason’s remark shattered the small hint of self-esteem that had formed in Brett’s mind. Brett followed his brother. Both of them pulled off their hoodies. Only then, Brett saw both of them were wearing the exact same outfit: grey sweatpants and a black tank top. His own highlighted his heavily muscled torso while his brother’s seemed painted on his torso: Jason’s wide and heavy pecs spilled from the sides and striations were visible through the overstretched fabric across the slabs of beef on his chest; even the bricks and grooves of his eight-pack were clearly accentuated and rippled with every deep breath.

“Let’s go, little bro”, Jason rumbled and exited the locker room.

Brett found himself once more walking behind his beastly brother. He looked up at the wide, magnificent back covered with bulging mounds of muscle pushing into each other and capped with thick, meaty traps that supported his brother’s bullneck. His gaze travelled down along the insanely broad back to halt on the meaty ass that filled the sweatpants.

Jason entered the weight area and looked around. One lonely, nicely build guy was pumping out reps on a bench. As he sat up, he looked up in Jason’s direction and nodded. Jason returned the salute and recognized the 228 pound, heavyweight wrestler he’d worked out with a few months earlier when he was about the guy’s size. His cock twitched inside his pants thinking of the guy’s hot mouth that had serviced him several times ever since he had totally outgrown him. One time he had even walked in on him and Sam making out in the locker room. Wordlessly, he had simply pulled the guys apart, dropped his pants and forced Sam to watch as he had fucked the wrestler right there. Afterward, he had tossed the guy aside and made Sam suck his still hard dick. Ever since, he had more frequently used the two lovers to satisfy his ever-present needs. “Tell me if ya need a spot, Keith”, he said as he strutted past the bench toward the rack of free weights. “Right, little bro. Let’s warm up first”, he rumbled and grabbed a pair of dumbbells.

Brett stared at his massive brother, cranking out perfect and fast reps with a weight he knew he would struggle with. He followed suit with a pair of much, much lighter dumbbells.

“I used those feathers too. Months ago”, Jason said without taking his eyes from the mirror. After 100 reps, he racked the weights and grabbed the heaviest dumbbells on the rack. “Let’s do this!”, he gnarled at his reflection.

Brett racked his weights too and grabbed the dumbbells his brother had warmed up with. After two reps, he felt his arms starting to shake. After six reps, his biceps felt like they were on fire and he dropped the weights.

“Weakling”, Jason muttered and cranked out another perfect rep. He felt his monster arms pumping up as blood flowed into his beastly biceps. After 12 perfect reps, he gently racked the weight. 30 seconds later, he grabbed the dumbbells again. “Second set, little bro. Come on!”, he commanded.

Brett grabbed a lighter pair of dumbbells than the ones he had just used. On the first rep, his arms shook terribly. He got three reps before his grip faltered and the weights went down.

Jason on the other hand cranked out another 11 perfect reps. “Rack yar weights while I continue”, he barked at his brother.

Brett obeyed his beastly brother’s instruction and sat down on a nearby bench while he watched Jason perform two more sets of bicep curls. Every rep made the veins on his brother’s bicep swell as they feed blood into the orb of muscle.

“Time for some hammer curls”, Jason said as he racked the dumbbells and strutted over to the cable station. He selected the heaviest load and casually cranked out 15 fully controlled reps.

Brett selected 70% of his brother’s load and struggled to complete 6 sloppy reps. He moved aside, his face reed and breathing deeply.

Jason changed the weight and did another perfect series of 15 reps. He looked over at his brother but Brett nodded ‘no’ to make clear he would skip. “Sam, get over here”, Jason bellowed.

Instantly, the 185 pound guy popped up.

“Get on the weight stack. Ya know it’s too light for me”, Jason said.

Brett stared in disbelief as the guy placed his feet atop the weight stack and his brother pumped out 10 more perfect reps. He blinked as he saw the beastly arms pump up bigger and bigger with every rep.

“I know, big guy. I asked the boss the buy heavier stacks, but you’re the only one that complains”, Sam said as he was going up and down on the rhythm of Jason’s reps.

“I know ya do everything to keep me happy, Sam”, Jason growled and completed his fourth set of hammer curls. “Fuck. My biceps feel like they’re gonna bust through my skin”, he added as he dropped the rope. His left paw grabbed his right bicep as he curled his arm, making the orb of muscle swell inside his grip. “Right. Some preacher curls to wrap things up”, he said and strutted over to the preacher bench.

Brett, Sam and even Keith followed the beastly Jason and formed a semicircle around the bench.

Jason looked up and grinned at the three guys standing in front of him. All three of them clearly worked out: looking athletic like Sam over heavily build like Keith to thickly muscled like his brother Brett. He returned his focus on his final exercise. He grabbed the loaded bar and began curling it up and down with perfect control.

Brett stared as the mountains of muscle that were his brother’s biceps swelled into round, vein-choked orbs of hard meat with each curl. He felt his cock harden inside his sweatpants. Sam and Keith had similar reactions down their pants, but were less shy. They moved over to the bench and each of them groped one of Jason’s massive biceps. Their fingers didn’t budge the hot, stony-hard muscle as their hands were too small to span the girth of the orbs.

“FUARK, yeah”, Jason roared as he lowered the bar for the tenth time in his fourth sets. He stood up and threw a devastating double bicep pose. His pumped biceps, swollen with blood from the workout, jumped past the 30 inch mark as they hardened into impossibly large and perfectly round mountains crisscrossed with dark veins that outsized cannonballs. “Man, this pump’s unreal”, he added and hardened his flex some more.

Around him, the three other guys were stroking their cocks through their pants.

“Time for a quick shower”, Jason said and strutted past his admirers.

Ten minutes later, Jason emerged from the locker room after his shower and having Keith suck him off. “Round of shakes, guys?”, he asked as he sat down at the bar next to his brother, “Brett’s buying to celebrate his return home for the summer. Aren’t ya, little bro?”.

Brett nodded, not wanting to stand up to his massive brother. His pumped arms made him look even more intimidating.

Back at home, Brett headed for his room but his brother’s paw grabbed his shoulder and stopped him.

“Not so fast, little bro. We need to talk”, Jason said and guided his smaller brother into his own room. “Drop yar pants”, he ordered as he locked the door.

“What…euh?”, Brett asked.

“DROP ‘EM”, Jason bellowed deeply.

Brett instinctively obeyed the command and swiftly dropped his pants. He shivered as his mind processed several scenarios, but always seemed to return to what had happened earlier that morning. He blinked as he felt a stinging sensation in the left cheek of his ass. “What…”, he began but words froze in his throat as he felt the same sensation in the right cheek of his ass.

“There ya go. Ya can pull ‘em back up, little bro”, Jason said.

Brett quickly pulled up his pants, happy to get off the hook without being fucked once more. He turned around to face his brother and saw him throw an empty syringe on his desk. “What did you just do?”, he asked.

“Ya truly are a dumb fuck, little bro. What do ya think I did? I injected ya with a double dose of roids”, Jason replied, “I want to break the 400 pound mark before the curse runs out. It stated that at the 10th full moon the circle would be round. That gives me another three weeks to put on 80 pounds of muscle. Means I’ll have to roid yar ass to make ya put on around 40 pounds of muscle since the curse is wearing down and my growth based on yours is slowing down. Fortunately, Keith has good connections.”

Brett blinked. “You’re going to make me bigger?”, he asked in disbelief.

“Geez, little bro”, Jason spat back, “YES! But only to make me bigger. I’m not gonna risk my health by pumping roids into my body. But ya already did, so why not take it to the next level? Ya can thank me later for making ya bigger, little bro. The following weeks I’m gonna roid ya up with double doses. Every morning right after I’ll fuck yar ass and before we go to the gym.”

The next three weeks did indeed pass as Jason had told his brother: every morning Jason would pull his 242 pound brother into his room after his parents had left for work, plunge a double dose of roids in to him and then fuck his ass before they headed over to the gym and he put him through a grueling workout.

21 days later, Brett came home to an empty house: his parents had left that morning for their yearly vacation and wouldn’t be home for another month; his brother had left for the gym 10 minutes earlier. Brett had spent the night over at an old buddy from his football team in high school to avoid the daily ass-fuck by his now freakishly big brother. He had waited in his car a few houses down the street from his own until his brother had driven off. He parked his car in the deserted driveway and quickly disappeared inside the house. He knew he had until half the afternoon before his brother would return from the gym after his training, action with Sam and Keith in the locker room and having the two guys buy him dinner. He went upstairs to his room, tossed his phone and sweater on the bed before heading over to his brother’s room. He stopped before the shut door of his brother’s room. In his mind the possibility to go search for answers grew stronger fought with the voice warning him for serious danger if his brother would catch him inside his room. On the other hand, it could well be his only chance to break the curse before it would be complete that night. His hand shook as he reached for the doorknob. His mouth went dry as he turned the nob and the door opened gently. He quickly entered his brother’s room, getting hit by the manly scent of musk, sweat and cum that hung heavily in the air and closed the door behind him. His gaze scanned the room, stopping briefly at the ropes of cum still sliding down slowly on the mirror toward the puddle formed on the carpet at its base. He turned his attention to the fully stacked book closet and began searching the shelves.

10 minutes later, Brett went through the top shelf and felt frustration well up inside him as he hadn’t found anything. A part of him knew it had been too good to be true. He turned away from the book closet and stepped over to the adjacent desk. He pulled out the drawer on the left, but found nothing. His hand reached for the other drawer and puled. The handle resisted. “Why would you keep this drawer locked, bro?”, he said to himself and pulled with all his might. The lock succumbed quickly to his new strength and the drawer opened with the sound of shattering wood. “Bingo”, he said with a grin as he saw the old book. He grabbed it, shut the drawer again and began going through the book. He didn’t understand a word of the ancient text in Latin. Luckily for him, his brother had noted the translation of most passages in pencil next to the text.

Feed on power… Transfer… fluids = cum… use on Brett…

The last remark made anger well up inside Brett. “So, this is the curse he used on me”, he growled and read on to find a solution. The dust inside the book flew up as he went through it and he sneezed. He pulled out his handkerchief and blew his nose to clear out the dust before putting it back inside his pocket and continuing his discovery of the book.

Curse complete… 10th full moon… Lasting results… Grow huge on Brett’s efforts???

Brett blinked as he read the remark. He shook his head at the proof that his nerdy brother had grown huge at his dispense. He went on and a annotation by his brother on a page a little further caught his attention.

Restore… Healing curse… Take back ill-earned gains… Definitive…

Brett’s mind, way slower than his brother’s, put the pieces together and a smirk formed on his face. “That’s it!”, he said to himself. He quickly read through the translation his brother had made. “I need some of his body fluids… fluids”, he said to himself when the solution popped up in his mind. He returned a few pages and his finger tapped on a comment: fluids = cum. He turned around and looked at the cum-drenched mirror. “Luckily I wasn’t here this morning and he blew his load to his reflection”, he said. He stepped over to the mirror, pulled his handkerchief from his pocket and wiped a nice amount of the sticky cum from the mirror.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Brett nearly dropped the book and his handkerchief. He waited a few seconds, but the bell rang again. He quickly put his handkerchief inside the book and went over to his own room. As he entered, his phone rang. “Hello?”, he asked.

“Dude, it’s me, Mike. I’m at your house. Are you in?”

“At my house?”, Brett repeated.

“Yeah. I was around to visit my cousin Keith. Stayed at his place tonight but he’s off to the gym now. So, are you at home?”, Mike said.

“Sure”, Bret replied, “come round the back. Backdoor’s open. I’m in my room. Second door on the left at the top of the stairs.”

“See ya in a sec”, Mike said and ended the call.

At the gym, Sam and Keith were in the locker room waiting for Jason to arrive. The now huge man had texted them to come over and not keep him waiting. They gasped sharply as Jason entered.

Jason ducked and rotated his torso to come sideways through the door. He was wearing nothing but a pair of shorts that now served him as boxers: no regular pair of boxers would fit around his quads anymore. His new body was a breathtaking sight: he could no longer be called huge or beastly, he had evolved into a massive mountain of muscle. Despite the fading power of the curse he had managed to gain another whopping 85 pounds of muscle and had grown 7 extra inches taller: he now stood an towering 7’5 feet tall for a hulking 412 pounds of ripped and striated muscle. The extra height made his insanely, hulkingly muscled body maintain its aestheticly perfect proportions. His calves jutted backward like thick diamonds at the back of his legs; his quads made his kneecaps look comically small and dwarfed the tree in their backyard by the massive size of the wide, deeply grooved, corded muscles that stretched the shorts to the max; his eight-pack was a collection of cobblestone-sized blocks of muscle, separated by canyons and decorated down the center with a dark treasure trail that disappeared down his shorts; the top half of the eight-pack was obscured by the shadow of his monumental pecs; they were an insanely thick, protruding rack of heavy muscle that proudly defied the pull of gravity; each pecs had the size of a watermelon shoved underneath the paper-thin skin; the surface of the extremely wide slabs of concrete-hard beef was crossed with striations and small veins; the pecs protruded so far from his chest that his nipples pointed straight down to the floor and were not visible from the front; the massive mounds rippled with every breath he took; a thick vein snaked at the top of the pecs like a small river and ran further onto his shoulders where it branched off in several smaller veins; the hard line of his shoulders was twice as large than a doorframe and capped with delts the size of basketballs; each separate head of the muscle was visible through the stretched skin pulled tight around the orbs of meat; the wide line was capped with a pair of intimidatingly thick traps that supported his bull-sized neck; his heavily muscled shoulders formed the support of his amazing arms hanging relaxed at his sides; his arms had amassed another 8 inches and now measured 36.5 inches flexed; when flexed his biceps exploded into spheres of rock-hard muscle that dwarfed bowling balls and were choked in a network of crisscrossed veins that fed the mighty muscles; his triceps then hung like vicious horseshoes at the bottom of his arms; they had more mass on their own than most guys entire upper arm; now his arms hung relaxed at his sides, looking like hams ready to burst through the satin-like, paper-thin skin; his forearms were covered with thick cords that ran along their entire length and were thicker than most men’s legs; inside his shorts his now dormant cock had grown to accommodate to his new body: fully hard it stretched to an insanely long 18 inches and its girth outsized most guys’ forearms; even flaccid its size prevented him from wearing boxers.

Sam and Keith gulped as Jason swaggered over towards them and seemed to swell with every step he took. A simultaneous jolt shot through their cocks.

“Ready for some action, runts?”, Jason rumbled in a voice that filled the room like thunder as he stopped a few feet from the two athletes and stared down on them.

Sam and Keith gawked at the protruding rack of heavy muscle, crossed with striations that was at their eyelevel. Even though they saw Jason shirtless and naked every day, they simply couldn’t fathom the unreal size he had grown into. The shadow cast by Jason’s monstrous body put them completely in the dark and the guy was wider than both of them standing next to each other. They looked straight at the insanely deep canyon between the two slabs of pecs. It looked deep enough to conceal an entire hand. Striations rippled against the paper-thin skin as the globes of pecs rose on the rhythm of the muscle freak’s breathing.

“My dumbass brother wasn’t home this morning. Couldn’t fill his ass with my cum. I’m so fucking horny right now”, Jason stated, “Ever since my brother made me huge it feels like there’s pure testosterone coursing through my veins. Fuark.” He looked at his reflection in the large mirror and bounced his chest in an insane display of striations and veins.

Keith’s gaze was drawn downwards by a stirring motion. He blinked in disbelief as he saw Jason’s package beginning to form a larger and larger bulge at the front of his shorts. Within seconds the purple head peeped outside as it pushed the waistband away from the giant’s tight waist.

“Got over here, wimp”, Jason growled at Keith.

Back at home, Brett put the book inside his desk as he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. The sound of the opening door made him turn around to face his former team captain. “Mike”, he said with a grin and looked at the athlete standing in the doorway. “You look a bit smaller than I remember”, he added.

“Had an injury. Couldn’t train the last two months”, Mike replied without taking his eyes from his former teammate. “Down to around 238 right now”, he added. “What the fuck have you done to yourself?”, he asked while he scanned how Brett’s heavy torso stretched his shirt to the max.

“I’ve grown a bit”, Brett replied matter-of-factly. He still had to look up at the half-a-foot taller athlete, but there was no doubt about who was the bigger man. Brett pulled off his shirt and heard Mike gasped at the sight of his bare upper body.

Brett was now heavier than he had ever been. He had put on another 42 pounds in just 3 weeks from the massive doses of roids his brother had injected into his ass. He was now weighing an intimidating 284 pounds. Every muscle on his body was unmistakably fuller and larger: his delts had grown into perfectly rounded cannonballs that capped the broad line formed by his wide shoulders; the width of his shoulder girdle made the sides of his prominent delts brush the doorframe as he went through it; his arms had put on another 3.5 inches, making them an impressive 24.5 inches fully flexed; his pecs had amassed more beef and now protruded further from his chest; even his quads were bigger and more muscular. Overall, he looked intimidatingly muscled after his forced cycle. Despite his superior size, it was clear he had been roiding heavily: his head somehow looked a bit too small for his new size; his skin had an oily shine and looked greasy; his back was marred with severe acne; his six-pack was a protruding, bloated muscle-gut and his nipples were swollen. To top things off, his balls seemed a bit smaller and ached when he blew his load.

“How big…”, Mike asked while scanning the heavily muscled body in front of him.

“284 fucking pounds”, Brett interrupted him. He bounced his pecs to emphasize his weight. It had been a long time since he had felt the superior man inside this house. He raised his right arm and flexed it. His bicep exploded into a vein-choked, round orb of hard muscle as his arm reached it’s 24.5 inches.

Mike blinked at the incredible sight.

“Like what you see, pretty boy?”, Brett asked and raised his other arm to complete his double bicep pose.

It took Mike’s mind a few seconds to process to huge guy’s remark as he was still taking in the sight of the devastating double bicep pose.

“Cat got your tongue, pretty boy? This is what a real man looks like”, Brett stated coldly and threw a most muscular.

Mike instinctively took a step backwards as he thickly muscled torso exploded in a display of hard muscle. He knew he couldn’t let Brett feel any of his doubt. He still had his height advantage and stretched himself to gaze down on the shorter man. “You’re big. But that’s just over-roided muscle full of water. Feel some real strength, freak”, Mike growled and launched himself at his former teammate. In a blink his fist collided with the bloated muscle-gut.

Brett let out a muttered sound of surprise as he felt the fist hit his abs. He barely felt the punches the other athlete launched against his abs. He pulled back his own fist, making his right bicep harden into its 24.5 inches in the process, and threw it against the star quarterback’s tight six-pack.

“Buough”, Mike groaned as the fist collided with his abs and he felt them give in slightly under the violent punch. He didn’t have any time to react as a second punch hit him just as hard in the same spot and brook through his defenses. He folded double from the impact and a third blow made him collapse to the floor.

Brett felt his cock harden inside his pants as he looked down on the beaten jock: he had just taken down the once dominant man on campus with just three blows.

Mike tried catching his breath, his abs sending painful stabs through his body with every breath he took. A hand grabbed his neck and he felt himself being lifted up. His legs fell rubbery and the tight grab on his neck kept him upright as he was forced to look straight into Brett’s eyes.

“I have 45 pounds of mass on you”, Brett said, “And still you’re so dumb to take me on?”.

As Brett spoke, Mike summoned his strength and threw another punch at the huge man’s face.

Brett easily fended off the weak punch and then launched another blow into the six-pack that felt like jelly as his fist busted through it.

“Buoughnf”, Mike grunted as the sledgehammer-like fist sank deep into his stomach.

Brett’s mind was filled with the feeling of finally dominating another man physically. And then, like a dam breaking under pressure, the months of frustration of being the beta next to his freakish brother flooded his mind. His fist began pounding into the battered stomach of the star quarterback.

Mike could only let out incoherent, painfilled sounds as his body took the beating. He didn’t even have any strength left to try and put up a defense: his muscular arms dangled at his sides.

Brett felt all-powerful as he kept slamming his fist into the once dominant athlete on his team. His dick was fully hard, forming a prominent bulge inside his sweatpants. He smacked his fist into the 238 pound man’s face, bruising his eye and then splitting the man’s lip. He felt some blood drip onto his fist and inhaled heavily as he felt the testosterone and adrenaline rush through him. He kept grabbing the star quarterback’s neck with his left paw while his right paw yanked down his own sweatpants and boxers to reveal his rock-hard 8 incher that smacked hard into his bloated roid-gut.

Mike saw the meaty cock through his swollen eye. He knew what was going to happen, but was powerless to resist.

Brett shoved his cock inside the fallen quarterback’s mouth, easily forcing the battered man in place and returned his attention to the book. “Let’s get this over with first. I’ll deal with you later”, he said and pulled his handkerchief from his pants. He opened the book on the right passage and read it out loud: “Let the body of he who’s fluids shall cover this page surrender to this curse. Let it discard its ill-earned mass and return to the way it was!”. He quickly grabbed the hanky and rub it along the page, smearing the liquid onto the book.

In the gym, Jason’s vision went dark for just a split second. He felt a strange wave of weakness go through his body and he stumbled backwards, his wide back colliding against the tilled wall. He raised his right paw to his head, making his insanely large bicep ball up in the process, and closed his eyes. At the same time, his cock sprang to full hardness and ripped away the shorts. The 18 inch anaconda pointed straight at Keith.

Keith took two steps and kneeled before the 412 pound muscle god. He took the thick head and the top of the large shaft inside his mouth. Instantly, Jason began to cum uncontrollably. Keith gulped down one huge blast after the other, feeling the liquid heat slide into his stomach. Somehow the heat seemed to spread inside him.

“He’s… he’s shrinking”, Sam said in disbelief as he saw Jason’s muscles get flatter.

Keith’s mind processed the remark while he gulped down a fifth blast. He looked up and noticed that the shadow cast by the still impressive, yet clearly smaller rack of pecs didn’t obscure most of the diminishing eight-pack anymore. The quads beneath his hands also felt less hard. His stomach was starting to feel bloated as another shot of cum was blasted down his throat. The cock he was sucking didn’t stretch his mouth as much anymore and felt less deep inside his throat.

Jason still had his eyes closed as the powerful orgasm flooded his body.

Sam blinked as the giant was now clearly getting smaller: it seemed like Jason’s muscles were melting away from his body. A tearing sound tore his gaze from the hulking muscle-freak to the wrestler sucking him off. “Dude. You’re getting bigger”, he muttered as he saw Keith’s muscles rip through his tight shirt.

Keith’s mind processed Sam’s remark. He sucked down harder on the diminishing cock that kept spewing load after load of cum into him. A feeling like a good pump now filled every muscle on his body. He felt pain spread through his body as his muscles began reaching their limit. He began feeling sick as his overbloated stomach protested against more forced feeding. He motioned Sam to come over.

Sam immediately got the wrestler’s hint and moved in. The growing wrestler released the still impressive, yet way smaller cock. A blast hit Sam straight in the face as he kneeled down in front of the over a 100 pounds lighter muscle freak. He immediately placed his mouth over the spewing cock and felt the heat spread through his body.

The slowly swelling Keith lay down atop the bench in the locker room as he felt his muscle grow and harden further. He felt his clothes get tighter and tighter.

Sam grabbed hold with all his might of the deflating quads and sucked the shrinking cock relentlessly. He felt the heat fill his body as if he was getting a solid pump from a long workout.

Back at home, a similar darkness overtook Brett’s vision and the next moment his cock began cumming deep inside the quarterback’s throat.

Mike gulped down the sticky spunk and felt the heat spread through his body. It was as if his muscles were regaining their lost strength.

Brett groaned in pleasure as the sucking on his dick got harder.

Unlike Keith, Sam didn’t grow slowly: his body exploded in size as he drank down the energizing cum. His clothes exploded into shreds as his muscles ballooned upward and outward with more mass. He looked up and the once freakishly large Jason was now looking below average.

Jason felt his orgasm ware off and sank down along the wall in darkness.

“Fuck yeah!”, Sam roared as he saw his new physique in the mirror. He had grown from a 185 well-muscled jock into a 335 pound, superheavyweight bodybuilder. Every muscle on his body looked ripped and pumped. His grown cock throbbed and slapped against the center of his eight-pack.

“Looking good, man.”

Sam turned around and saw Keith walking toward him: the guy looked like his exact copy. “Man, we’re the same size”, he said excitedly and flexed and impressive arm that bulged into a hard orb of power.

Keith copied his pose grinningly, revealing an equally impressive bicep. “Fuck me”, Keith whispered as he leaned in and kissed his lover deeply.

A faint grunt made Sam look aside and turn his attention to the shrunken Jason.

Jason blinked as his mind tried to figure out what had happened. The large room looked strangely familiar. Before he could get up, a Greek god hoisted him up. He felt his feet leave the floor as he stared at the heavily-muscled body in front of him.

Sam grinned at the runt in his grasp. The months of abuse he and Keith had had to take from the once beastly Jason popped up in his mind. “Get lost and never bother us again. If you ever set foot back in this gym, I’ll break every bone in your body. Got it, runt?”, he boomed aggressively.

Jason nodded in defeat. He knew he was no match for this muscle beast. “I’ve got nothing to wear”, he peeped in his boyish voice.

Sam dropped the frail runt, strutted over to a locker and ripped off the door. “There, some kid-sized clothes”, he said and tossed them onto the emaciated figure.

Jason got dressed quickly and headed over to the door. He turned around a final time to see the two 335 pound, muscle beasts in action: Keith was lying atop the large bench in the center of the locker room and Sam was fucking him relentlessly while they kept kissing and groping each other’s muscles.

Jason hurried over to his car to get home.

Back at home, Mike gulped down the last blast from Brett’s cock. He felt the energy soaring through his grown body. Somehow, he had gained 72 pounds of muscle.

Brett felt somewhat dizzy as he shoved the quarterback from his cock. A look of terror filled his eyes as the other athlete rose to his full height and he assessed the guy’s new size. “How…”, he muttered in choc.

“Don’t know. And don’t care”, Mike boomed in response. “Oh and I owe ya this”, he added and smacked his fist into the 100 pound lighter guy’s abs.

Brett crashed backwards to the floor as the 310 pound quarterback’s fist smacked into his six-pack and busted right through it.

“See ya around, little guy. Can’t wait to see what this body can do in the gym”, Mike rumbled and strutted away from the room.

10 minutes later, Jason arrived home and stormed into his room. He went through his desk frantically to get the book and see what had gone wrong. He froze when a strong hand landed atop his bony shoulder.

“A word, little bro?”.

Jason shivered as he recognized his brother’s voice and turned around slowly. He gulped as he stood before the 212 pound, muscular jock. His own meager, 155 pound body was obscured by his brother’s frame.

“Guess you’re only technically the bigger brother again”, Brett said as he grinned down smugly into his weak brother’s eyes, “Time for some payback, LITTLE BRO”.

Jason saw his brother smacked his right fist into his left paw and shuddered, realizing that the bill for his months of dominating his brother was going to be heavy…

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[razostory]

Star Light, Star Bright

Why to, or not to wish, upon a star. Give it a try if you dare but wishes can be dangerous. You are warned.*

The concrete was hard beneath the soles of my shoes as I walked down the abandoned street. The sky above dazzled with far flung stardust, but I was far too angry to appreciate the beauty. On this fair night, I walked home from a terrible day, which had begun the moment I had awoken. College was hard enough for me, without having to deal with my asshole roommate.

Daniel Whelan or just Dan, as he preferred (I learned that preference by gaining a black eye) was just about the cockiest person I had ever met. He stood at a proud 6' 3" tall and took every opportunity to point out how short I was at my 5' 5" height. It also didn't help that I barely made weight at 100 pounds soaking wet, whereas Dan had picked up bodybuilding since his freshman year of high school and bulked up to 260 pounds of muscle by the time he waltzed in the door all those months ago.

I realise that I might have lived with him without complaint, but still. It's hard when you saw a guy like him every day. A guy who insists on sleeping in naught but his overly tight briefs, showing off his impressive package. I suppose you could say truthfully that I myself wasn't very secure. Dan might not have got to me if I were more at peace with the way I looked. But instead, I looked at that bulky, snoring form night after night with a mixture of green envy and crimson rage. Then, I'm ashamed to say, I would jerk off. Because despite his verbal and emotional abuse, Dan was incredibly hot. His jaw was strong with a seemingly permanent coating of ginger stubble. His bright red hair was frequently gelled into spikes and his eyes were so green they could put grass to shame.

But Dan wasn't directly responsible for my rotten day I thought to myself as I walked, passing a grove of old oak trees, their mighty boughs crowned with their autumn colours. No, it was my own damn fault. I had picked up working out at a gym in town. I couldn't ever go to the one on campus, Dan would see to that. I had been working out for a few months, trying to put on some mass to try and man up a bit to get Dan off my back but with no success. I was smart, I read all the right books, ate all the right foods but it seemed like that version of myself was not meant to be. When I had gone in today after an afternoon of classes, the gym's manager who I didn't really even know came up to me as I tried to lift a heavier weight than normal. He outright told me that if I were just coming in here to waste his time I might as well get out.

I tried to explain, but he was adamant that I no longer tarnish the gym's reputation and bother the clientele by coming in week after week and failing to do anything but crowd the benches. He handed me the money for this month's membership fee and escorted me out the door, my face burning with embarrassment while the muscle heads in the gym looked on with expressions of relief plastered all over their smug faces. How could this happen? With the debt I was in paying for my education I knew I'd never be able to push for anything in court. Also, seeing as how this gym was the only one within range other than the one on campus, I basically had to give up working out. Not that it had done me much good besides assuaging my feeling that I was bringing Dan's and his friend's abuse down on myself.

I turned the corner and saw the ponderous expanse of the campus dead ahead. I dreaded going in there, this was a small town, and no doubt Dan would have heard about the incident and take the opportunity to rub it in all night long. With something like this, he might even whip out his semi-flaccid cock as thwack it around a bit to show off. It was humiliating, seeing a jerk like him having the body I so desperately wanted while I was stuck with my skeletal, unmasculine form. I looked up to the stars and I cried out in futility. Or so I thought at the time.

"Fuck! I just wish my life was better! Is that so much to ask!?" I shouted at them. The stars seemed to laugh with mirth and twinkling light at my mundane, puny human life. My pathetic human suffering is probably too far beneath their notice, I thought to myself bitterly.

I felt the breeze pick up, snapping me from my negative thoughts. The wind rapidly grew fiercer. It was soon an icy gale, tearing at everything with sharp, invisible claws. I felt a rumble, and then saw a flash of light! I looked up, and one star blazed, seeming to eclipse all the heavens in its glow. Then all at once the light faded and vanished...no, not gone, merely moving! A point of light, descending from the heavens, a star. A falling star! But, that's impossible! I thought to myself as the point of light drew ever nearer.

"Shit, shit, shit!" I cursed, as I realised it was heading straight for me. I dove into a nearby bush just as the light struck the ground not a few feet away. The noise accompanying the fallen star was deafening. It struck me dumb, the light almost seemed to make me transparent. It was like the light burned into my very soul. Finally, the radiance subsided.

Stepping out from behind the bush, I saw the point of light on the ground. It lay innocently on the concrete, like the last few minutes of bizarre happenings was in no way its fault. Stepping closer and stooping to the ground, I beheld that the light belonged to a star shaped crystal. It looked like diamond and blazed with a blue white light. Picking it up, it sat in the palm of my hand like some radiant crystal flower. It was heavier than it looked. I looked up. The place the star once occupied in the night sky was dark. So the star DID fall out of the heavens...somehow.

"I guess it must be very dense." I said, mostly to myself. I turned it around and around, the facets sending shafts of light into the dark night. It was the most beautiful jewel, its beauty surpassed any terrestrial gem. I stuck it in my pocket, surprised that something so bright failed to shine through the material of my jeans. Maybe it was magic? I never really believed in magic, but this object was just far too bizarre to be anything else, could it?

"Could things get any stranger?" I spoke aloud to the stillness of the night. Little did I know, that the strange period in my life was just beginning.

I jogged over the tiles and concrete of the campus, hurrying towards my dorm. The lampposts stood sentinel, casting unmoving shadows as the light spilled into silhouettes through the branches and leaves of trees. Finally, I slipped into my building, the place was quiet. Counting red steel doors till I came to 412, I slipped the key into the lock and turned it. Giving the door a bit of a shove to get it open I walked into my dorm room. The door was a bit rusty, so it emitted a grating squeal as I opened and closed it.

I was greeted by the sight of Dan, already stripped down to his tight red briefs. His muscles were plainly displayed. He never failed to flex them a bit when I'm around. He loved to make me feel inadequate. I think it made him feel like even more of a man than he already did. I'm far to distracted to notice, but the star sparkled in my pocket.

"Hey, Dan." I said, once again not failing to drink in his masculinity with my eyes. Damn I'm a glutton for punishment.

"Hey, Jake." Replied Dan, with a big smile on his face. It was weird, he sounded a lot friendlier than he normally did. Usually he'd just sneer at my staring and tell me what a fag I am. "How was your day?" He asked.

This was getting weird, Dan never asked how my day went. "Uhhhh..." I fumbled, taken by surprise. "It was alright, I guess. It was a weird kind of day." What the hell?

"Uh-huh. I see. Well, I'm gonna just wait here for you." Said Dan, who turned around (damn, his back was so thick and his shoulders were fucking broad!) and laid back on his bed. Dan was rubbing his dick through his briefs, obviously hard. Jesus, it's huge! I thought to myself. What the hell is going on? Is he trying to seduce me? This definitely wasn't anything like the Dan that I had come to know these past months. Did this have to do with the fallen star? I started to pull off my clothes, I had to admit, I was very horny. I was also just crazy enough to go along with it. After what I had just seen, anything seemed possible at this point.

"Damn..." Whispered Dan as he watched me strip naked. My cock was rock hard. I walked over to the foot of his bed, looking at his heavily muscled form. His perfect, thick pecs. His quads are immense, much thicker than my waist. His arms were perfect, thick and proportional in respect to his biceps and forearms. Dan was always stunning, but somehow he was turning me on even harder than ever before.

I climbed onto the bed, my hands brushing his rock hard abs as I grabbed the waistband of his briefs. Hooking the elastic with my thumbs, I pulled them down. The fabric had a bit of trouble stretching around his hard asscheeks, not to mention his quads, but I keep tugging it down till they're off. His cock flops free, hard at a little bit over ten inches in length, with the girth of a beer can and arcing over tennis ball sized balls. He's massive! I thought to myself as I flung the briefs across the room without even looking where I was throwing.

Dan stared at his own raging hardon, his eyelids half closed over those gorgeous green eyes. I bent down and breathed on his stiff dick and a light moan of pleasure passed his lips. What the hell was going on? What the hell am I doing!? I thought to myself as I wrapped my lips around Dan's perfect mushroom head and I began to suck the cock that had teased and tormented me all these months. Dan screwed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth, though a loud groan of pleasure escaped the enamelled trap. Man, this guy was hot! His moans were driving me wild. I cupped his heavy bull balls with my hand, their size filled, then spilled over the sides of my hand. They're so big and heavy! Dan bucked his hips a little, his defined muscle letting me see each and every quivering movement, down to finest detail.

"Unggg....gawwwd....fuckkkk...." Dan groaned, his cock leaking steady pre. To my surprise, I felt his big hand reach around underneath me and start jacking off my five inch cock. I intensified my attentions to Dan's dick and balls and his moaning increased in both volume and frequency as a result.

The head of his thick cock in my mouth, I felt compelled to wrap my hands around that astounding girth! One hand barely made it around its awesome thickness, and I began to pump. Dan's own slick pre was giving ample lubrication. I could feel his strong heartbeat pulsing through the thick veins snaking their way through his dick. Somehow, even his heaving, powerful muscles, failed to measure up to the sheer force that seems to be pulsing through his cock. It somehow seemed like his strongest muscle by far!

"Shit, I never get over what a good cocksucker you are, Jake." Dan grunted as he sped up jacking off my cock. I almost lost focus on his meat upon hearing these words. He thinks we've done this before? I thought, confused.

"D-Dan, I'm gonna blow if you keep it up!" I stammered as I took my mouth off his dick for a second. His hands were quite skilled and I was having trouble holding in my load. Just seeing his bulk and muscle move and heave made me feel like I'd cum by just watching.

"That's the idea, stud. How long can you hold out?" Replied Dan, a playful grin on his mouth. What the hell was going on!?

His hands were skilled, so I sucked his cock harder and harder and his handwork faltered as a shudder of pleasure quaked through his thick and muscular body. "Dude, that's not fair." Dan grunted as I continued tonguing his cock, tracing the head with the tip of my tongue, then taking as much of it in my mouth as I could and sucking while moving it in and out of my mouth. I felt it touch the back of my throat.

"Dammit...I'm not gonna let you win again!" Dan flashed his gorgeous smile and jacked me off even faster then pushed one of his free fingers against my asshole, forcing it in. Crap, he's good. I know I'm not gonna be able to hold out. I thought to myself as my ass was invaded.

"Oh shit, I'm cumming!" I moaned and true enough, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me, in the base of my cock and balls, then radiating out to the very tips of my extremities as my five inch dick shot its load. Dan caught it in his palm and licked his hand clean.

"Heh, I guess I win this round, Jake. Don't worry....unggg....there's always....*pant*.....tomorrow!" Dan's loss of verbal acuity was due to my renewed sucking. His grunting and writhing made me laugh a bit inside. The fallen star must have done something, somehow. It must be magic. It must be!

I knew exactly what would send Dan over the edge, although I was not sure how I knew, exactly. I reached out with a free hand, and started rubbing his thick pecs. The slight dusting of ginger hair felt good as I ran my hands along the two mounds of muscle. Tracing the cleft, I then moved my hand to the bulging hills of Dan's abs. Damn they were tight, nice and dense and stacked on top of each other like bricks.

"Unggg! Fuck!" Dan almost shouted, trying to restrain himself to prevent the whole dorm from hearing. As it was, the picture frames nailed into the walls became unlevel from the jerking of the bed as Dan writhed on top of it.

"Yeah, big cock and dick, but can you hold it in Dan?" I panted as I continued sucking, his spasms convincing me that Dan was getting closer to shooting his load.

"Y-y-yeah! Ung...I'm the...man...." Dan's face was getting really red. His balls were churning with his load, I could see it with my own two eyes. So fucking hot! "Fucking...stud!" Dan grunted. Damn, his voice was so deep, it rumbled in his throat like an earthquake.

"Oh yeah, big man?" I said, smiling. "Let's see how you like it!" I pushed my right hand under him and squeezed it past his globular asscheeks, they were hard melons of muscle! I found his asshole, and pushed my finger against it lightly.

"Oh no man, don't!" Dan moaned, his muscles visibly convulsing with pleasure. "I might pass out-t-t...unggg!" Dan's protestations were cut off as I loosened his sphincter and started pushing with my index finger.

"Gawwwd...fucking....A....unggg!" Dan grunted and groaned in his deep voice. I couldn't believe how hot this was. I still didn't know what was going on, but with the massive meat in my mouth I hardly cared at that point. I could feel spasms rock Dan's body. I knew he was going to erupt soon. Just as soon as I could work his love nut hard enough. I thought I felt it against my fingertip and I began to pleasure the spongy muscle in his ass.

"Gaaah! Ahhhh!" Dan's shouts were now no longer restrained. Unless he was trying, in which case I must have been doing a good job.

"C'mon big boy." I said between sucking Dan's man-meat and licking it. "Let's see what you've got!"

"Oh god! I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING!" Dan's feet curled, his mighty muscles convulsed. His bull balls pulled up and unleashed their awesome load. I wrapped my lips on the head of his dick, determined to take it all, but I was not prepared for this. The first volley filled, then exceeded the capacity of my mouth, making sticky cum escape my lips and ooze down the sides of Dan's thick cock like a fir tree oozing sap. I sucked it down as quickly as I could to be ready for the next load, then the next and the one after that. Dan's bucking hips didn't make it any easier to hold on but I managed to suck down most of his loads as he spewed them forth. I had never seen anybody cum this much.

"Uh....ungg...fuck...." Dan's voice was tinged with pleasure, even as his loads slowed down to a stop. He felt himself up, playing with his pecs as I sucked down the last few mouthfuls of spunk. His moaning briefly renewed as I licked his cock clean.

"Damn...Jake...that was good." Dan said with a bit of a grin. "I still win this round though."

"Only cause you cheated stud." I whispered, leaning forward and kissing him, his ginger stubble was scratchy against my lips. I must have be dreaming. If so, I didn't want to wake. They did say life was a dream of sorts. And mine just got really good.

"I love you Jake." Dan murmured, falling asleep in exhaustion from his explosive orgasm. What was going on?

"I love you too, Dan." I replied, curling next to him, my face against his mighty chest. I didn?t want to sleep, in case it ended the dream. But I was too exhausted. Like heavy, clinging cotton spores, sleep dragged me into a dark abyss.

I awoke, with my face against flesh. Thick, warm and a bit hairy. I opened my eyes and Dan's large pecs filled my view. So it wasn't a dream. Unless it was, in which case it could hardly qualify as being over yet, obviously. I looked up at Dan's peaceful face. Listening to his gentle snores, I wondered if he was still the way he was last night. I couldn't move without waking him, his powerful arm draped over me as it was. I suppose I just had to face the music. I began rubbing his lat with my free hand and mouthing and licking his pec while also sucking his nipple. His semi-hard cock stiffened and Dan grunted. He's beginning to wake, I thought to myself.

"Good morning to you too, Jake." Said Dan sleepily, lifting his arm off me and stretching those massive muscles of his most luxuriously. So it was real. It did happen. My cock had stiffened from looking at Dan. The fallen star shone with brilliance in my abandoned jeans, although neither of us noticed. I felt an odd impulse though.

"Turn over, Dan." I whispered, not really sure what I was doing or what made me say that. I felt fucking horny as hell though. I felt extremely odd. An almost a primal feeling from deep within seemed to be welling up from the dark corners of my mind.

"Oh man. This early? You're gonna wear me out before I've even got up." Dan grumbled but obeyed my instruction. I felt scared in the still rational part of my mind. What was going on here? What was the fallen star doing? Dan's round muscled ass was now accessible, my five inch dick rock hard and I now knew exactly what to do.

I grabbed a thick, hard cheek in each hand and spread the muscle apart to reveal his hole. Dan seemed to tremble a bit under my hands, he'd never shown signs of being vulnerable before but looking at him now (even for all his mass and size) he definitely seemed that way now.

"Hold on, Dan. This is going to be quite a ride!" I grunted. What the hell was coming over me!? The head of my cock made contact with Dan's sphincter and he shuddered and let out a low moan of pleasure. I felt a rush, like what happens when you stand up too fast after you've been sitting awhile.

"Crap..." I said, feeling more hot and bothered than ever before. I couldn't hold back and I pushed hard and with a pop the head of my dick went past Dan's sphincter.

"Unggg...oh man..." Dan moaned as I began to pump in and out, my hands now against his thickly muscled back for support as I fucked his muscled ass. It felt so good! The roaring in my ears grew louder.

"Man, this is hot Dan!" I said, closing my eyes and fucking with all my might. I didn't feel tired at all, in fact, I felt energized, like I could fuck for hours. Dan's ass seemed like it was getting tighter, it was amazing!

"You've gotta stop moving, Dan." I said, feeling his back shift under my hands, making it hard to support myself as I fucked his daylights out.

"I'm not moving, Jake!" Dan protested...but it didn't really sound like Dan. Dan's voice was deeper than that. I opened my eyes and looked down and what I saw nearly made me pull out of Dan's ass. Dan had shrunk! His normally broad back had diminished, his shoulders narrowed. His quads had shrunk also and I even saw Dan's hard cock sticking out from under him and it looked smaller too. The fallen star must have done this! Could I stop? But, did I even want to stop? I got the feeling like if I pulled out Dan would stop shrinking.

But I realised at that moment where the size went. My normally flat chest had pumped up with Dan's lost muscle! My arms, once like sticks, now had muscle to them like I had been working out for awhile! I felt the rush almost take my breath away. I couldn't believe how good I felt, how horny this was making me. I wanted it! I wanted to grow! This is what I had always wanted and now it was mine! I pulled my bigger cock out and pushed it back in. The pumping making me feel the current of energy running through my cock increase. Dan moaned weakly.

I pumped in and out and watched as Dan's muscles were sucked out his ass. His bulging pecs were deflating, thick arm muscles receding. Dan was even getting shorter and his shrinking body and my growing cock made his ass quickly grow tighter and tighter! He is getting exactly what an ass like him deserves, I thought to myself as I fucked my roommate into smallness. I could almost feel Dan getting weaker and weaker.

"Ohhhh, fuck!" I moaned, my voice getting deeper. A real man's voice. I could feel my weight increase and I wondered if Dan was getting squished. I then squashed that thought. Who cared? It was time for my ascension!

Dan had gone from a pumped up body builder to a reasonably worked out jock, but he certainly wasn't in the "huge" category any longer. His muscles had also lost symmetry and definition. The hair on his body had thinned out some and his hot stubble as well. His masculine face was getting narrower, his strong jawline giving way to a far less masculine arrangement. But I wasn't satisfied. I would never be satisfied till I had every last ounce of muscle and size that Dan had to give.

"Oh yeah Dan, your ass is so tight!" I moaned as I pumped, watching myself grow. Dan's size and masculine energies certainly weren't going to waste on me! My pecs were filling out, going from flatter to rounder. Biceps growing, hitting 14 inches, 16 inches, more! Forearms getting thicker, my hands bigger. I could feel the power coursing up my cock and through my legs. My quads and calves ballooning under the onslaught of energy being poured into its inadequate receptacle, forcing growth and strength into the muscles! I was getting taller and taller as Dan, the once indomitable paragon of masculinity itself deflated like a pathetic blow up doll with the air being let out. My six pack was also getting more and more solid, soon forming a powerful core of eight pack abs.

Dan's definition however was going right out the window. Or right out his ass, more accurately. Despite myself, Dan's now average physique was really turning me on, especially as I just had to look at myself to see how far the former stud had fallen. I was certainly in the bodybuilder build category now. I felt so heavy, every limb was thick and ripe with strength and power. I was swiftly acquiring all of Dan's former masculinity as he diminished to my former physique. I had only to keep fucking his ass to get it all.

"Unggg, fuck Dan...your ass...." I grunted and groaned. At this point my growing cock and Dan's ass were getting so wedged together and tight that it was getting hard not to blow. And I got the feeling if I did that I would stop syphoning Dan's size. Okay, I just had the first taste of the inconvenience of being big, but I still wanted his size! I had to hold on! I felt my balls engorging and getting heavier between my legs, so fucking hot!

"Heh, having trouble holding it in, big man?" Dan asked, his voice now much higher than its previous deep rumble. The shock almost made me pause my fucking. Dan hadn't said a word the whole time and I had assumed he was completely out of it. Now it seemed like he knew he was small now and was okay with it. Or maybe he just didn't remember? Best not to think about it too much. I shoved my dick as deep as it would go into Dan's ass.

"Unggg...fuck!" Dan groaned, his now 6 inch cock shooting a pathetically small load compared to his previous ones. As I fucked his ass, I could see that cock grow even smaller, below the 6 inch mark. His physique now looked nice and skinny, approaching my old size. I dwarfed the former bodybuilder, now.

"Oh man, fucking A! I'm the man, a real man!" I said, admiring my deepened voice. I couldn't stand it. I stopped fucking Dan's ass, but I didn't pull out. I reached my right arm under his now flat chest all the while marvelling at the thickness and power of my bicep and forearm. I sat up and sitting at the edge of the bed, I instead let his small form lean against my now massive eight pack abs and beefed up pecs. I felt myself get hornier and hornier as his head moved farther away from my chin and towards the bottom of my pecs. His ass was getting so fucking tight!

Dan's dick was four little inches long. I couldn't believe it. He was smaller than I was and I was now bigger than he used to be, too. My balls were huge, I could feel Dan's ass against them. I was now every bit the huge, muscular man that I had ever wished I could be. My body enormous, vast, I was huge at last! I felt Dan's ass cinch a bit too tight and I knew it was over for me. I wasn't disappointed though, I must have been 285 -295 pounds of rock solid muscle, with a staggering 6' 5 1/2" inch or so height. My dick felt like it had pushed beyond 11 inches in terms of growth, but I wouldn't know for sure till I pulled out. In the meantime...

"Ung...fuck Fuck FUCKKKK!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, I felt the first powerful volley start at the base of my balls, travel up my cock and rocket into Dan's ass with incredible force. Just cumming it made my head spin but the next volley was just as powerful and came so quickly I could barely get the chance to breathe before my breath was taken away by the sheer pleasure ricocheting through me. My mouth was then open in a silent scream as the most powerful orgasm of my life washed over me like an inexorable tide. I came again and again my body jerking and spasming like a marionette manipulated by a puppeteer having a seizure.

"Dude...so tight..." Dan said weakly and I watched his little 4 incher shoot a little dribble of cum. The pressure in Dan's ass increased as I shot wad after wad of thick bodybuilder spunk into it. His abdomen was now clearly bloating outwards from the size of my load. I can't even begin to describe how hot, how good, this orgasm felt. The hot rivers of cum that were leaking out of Dan's ass and flowing over my massive bull balls while dripping down my legs, felt like pure, unadulterated sex.

Finally, the cum belting out of my cock begun to slow, petering out slowly before finally giving out completely. I fell back on the bed and groaned. I felt exhausted. Orgasms never usually take this much out of me but I guess being this big made the whole deal of blowing one's load more energy intensive, I thought to myself. I grabbed little Dan and pulled him off my cock and even I was surprised at the size of the manhood I now possessed. A full foot of incredibly thick meat resting atop big bull balls about the size of softballs. I was bigger than Dan ever was, in every way.

"Damn..." Muttered Dan, cum dripping out of his ass and down his legs. "I still don't know how you manage to get that monster in my ass."

"Uh, Dan. You're not upset?" I asked, now truly curious what Dan was thinking now. I was still very much reeling from my transformation. Even my breathing was erotic. My every move reminded me of my new thick, muscular body.

"Well, it's not a bad way to wake up." Said Dan in his little voice. Everything about him was little now. Could he still really Dan, after falling so far from what he once was? "But I'm so stuffed I can barely move. I gotta go clean up before I go to class." Said Dan, walking over to the bathroom door.

"Dan, you don't notice anything different? Do you remember being big, ever?" I asked, the surreality starting to get to me.

"Big? Me? Heh, you've got to be joking. You're the only big guy in this relationship." Dan replied, giving my softening meat a bit of a tug. "It's just lucky I got paired with a massive stud like you." Dan disappeared into the bathroom, leaving me standing tall and naked. Muscular. Hung like a horse. Everything was different just twenty four hours prior, it must be the work of that fallen star. It's the only thing that makes sense, crazy as that is.

I scrambled over to my discarded jeans and I nearly passed out when I picked them up. Instead of being far too small for me, they're roughly in a size I can comfortably wear by the looks of it. What the hell? The whole world had been turned upside out and inside down? I turned the pockets inside out. The fallen star was gone! What had happened to it? I wondered. Somehow it changed the whole world. Or maybe, my whole world would be more accurate.

I went to the window, the morning sun streaming in. Even walking had changed. My muscles changed my stance and I walked with a heavy swagger just like Dan used to. It looked like it's going to be a beautiful day, I thought silently. And I was seeing it from an altitude that I never before had at my former height. I was huge, I just couldn't get over it. I just hoped it was all it was cracked up to be. I sighed and opened the window with ease. Normally, I would have to struggle with its rusty hinges. Not today. The breeze ruffled my hair. Without the fallen star, there was no way to make everything normal again, even if I wanted to. That much, I was certain of.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed and sped out the window like a bullet! I tried to snatch the fallen star, but it was far too fast. The light slipped through my fingers with a musical tinkle and a flash of bluish white light. I watched the light speed into the distance, becoming a speck then finally vanishing. Where has it gone off to now? I wondered. I looked down past my massive pecs stared at my monster cock. Eight inches soft. Just the acknowledgement of my own size was enough to get me hard again, even though I just came a gallon up Dan's ass. I didn't know if this new life would be better per se. But I guessed I would just have to make the best of it. I started to pump the hardening shaft.

"Unggg...I think this new life will be good..." I said to myself in self satisfaction, as I jacked off my truly massive man meat. I didn't know if the fallen star had exactly granted my wish or not but whatever it had done, it was proving to be quite enjoyable, to say the least.

[razostory]

The Trunks of The Wild

Dr. Steve Harrison had stayed at his office long this evening. After some years of research and several expeditions he had finally found what he had been looking for. Deep within the South American Amazon jungle he and his colleagues had at last found the legendary trunks, which he had been researching for all of his work life. He had spent nearly 20 years trying to find this peace of clothing, got divorced from his wife, because she thought he spent too much time at his office and even got laughed at by colleagues.

And yet, despite all odds, he finally held the relic in his hands, which had among others inspired the story of Tarzan, the Trunks of the Wild. Though admittedly for such little clothing the word trunks was a bit stretched, it was just two pieces of cloth, connected by two thin strips of fabric. And yet he could almost feel the magic emanating from it. He stood there and inspected the trunks, searching for any trace of hormones, minerals or the like. Simply anything that would prove this thing was special in some way. But for now his test had only shown one thing on the clothing: Lots of old cum, something he was able to tell from simply the musky smell of the clothing.

He sighed in frustration. The tests all simply showed, that he had an average piece of clothing before him. But he knew it was special. All of a sudden he heard a whisper in his head: “Put us on.” The voice was deep and melodic, like someone who embodied masculinity itself was whispering into his ear. Steve hesitated. Did he really wanna do this? After all this small piece of clothing would look ridiculous on his old nerdy body. “Put us on.”, the voice whispered again, more insistent and even deeper than the last time. He didn’t have a doubt now, the voice had pushed everything out of his mind, leaving just the need to try the trunks on.

He quickly stripped off his shirt and pants, grimacing slightly when he gazed down his unsightly body. But he had to do as the voice said, so he pulled off his tight white briefs and gave his small dick a sad look. “That will change soon enough.”, the voice assured him and he quickly stepped into the Trunks. As he pulled the relic up his skinny legs, he felt the power resonating from it. Like the voice he had heard, the aura of the pants on his legs, felt like the presence of masculinity incarnate. Finally he pulled the trunks all the way up and closed his eyes.

Immediately he felt the power of the relic flow through his body and resonate with his every cell. He felt like his whole being had been set on fire, from his head, which seemed to burst, to his body, which felt like someone was trying to burn him, and even his mind, which felt like he was being pulled apart. And then he saw what was happening to him. At first he thought his skin was being burned for real, but then he realized his skin was darkening by the second. He had been white as a ghost before, just some light tan had remained from his latest expedition, but now he was nearing ebony black territory.

At the same time, he felt his shoulders being pulled apart, becoming far wider and at the same time rounding out and gaining mass, until they had a shape most guys had to work years for. While he was occupied with his shoulders, he barely noticed his waist becoming smaller, giving him an insane V-shape. To compensate for his wider shoulder, his lats and pecs grew as well, making his back look like a pair of wings and his chest like two pillows had been attached to it, the only difference being, they were hard as granite.

His stomach rumbled as the individual abdominal muscles hardened and grew bigger, slowly forming a cobblestone road of abs, which somewhere in the back of his head he was sure he could have washed clothes on. His legs transformed into two beautifully muscled, ebony tree trunks, the individual strings of brawn clearly divided from each other and powerful veins pumping blood into them. The calves, which had by now blossomed on his lower legs, looked like diamonds attached to the back of his legs and were at the very least just as hard.

The biggest change however happened between his legs. While his giant legs forced his package forward, his formerly small balls ballooned with probably the most potent cum any human had ever carried, and dropping lower than Steve’s balls ever had and rounding out to about baseball size. As the deep brown color spread to his 3 inch cock, it lengthened, hardened and widened. Veins began delivering hormone heavy blood to the growing tool, forming a net on the professors’s dick. Not that Steve saw the changes happening between his legs, the Trunks barely concealed them.

As Dr. Harrison began massaging his cock through the clothing, he could feel the fabric twist and change under his grab. While the original form of the relic would only have covered about a third of the magnificent new weapon of ass destruction, the shorts shifted to become closed at the bottom, giving the heavy weight at least some support and even concealing it and it’s two low hanging companions.

Steve was still enjoying the afterglow of his transformation, he heard the same voice as before begin a chant “Fuck, Lift, Repeat”. Over and over again the deep bass repeated the three words and they replaced the majority of Steve’s over thought’s Before long the new black stud noticed, that the voice was no longer saying the words in his mind, but that the words were flowing out of his own mouth. The same deep, commanding, confidence oozing voice he had heard before was now his own.

Suddenly S knew his mission. He’d have to go to a gym, start by breaking every record in the gym, proceed by showing everyone his superior masculine body and then take one or two guys there and show them the temple of the wild, his incredible build, with which the Trunks had gifted him. As he closed the door of his office, the name on the door began to change into that of his former colleague, erasing the presence of Dr. Steve Harrison. Now there was only S and he’d spread the message the trunks had given him and show the others the blessing of the wild.

Take from:

https://musclegrowth.net/blogs/entry/551-the-trunks-of-the-wild/

[razostory]

Ringbearers (First Half)

u probably won't believe any of this. Sometimes I still wonder if it was a dream.

But dream or no, I will never forget that week.

Well, it all began when I found an earring in the attic of our new house. It was just lying on the floor, forgotten and abandoned. A small dusty gold ring. If this sounds harmless and not-ominous to you, that's because it was. When I picked it up I didn't see the flash of a lidless eye wreathed in fire or hear ?ash nazg durbatul?k ? or anything. Nothing dramatic. It appeared to be nothing more than a little earring.

Appearances can be deceiving.

Anyway, our new house was in Pennsylvania, on the outskirts of Philadelphia. In one of the richer suburbs, too. It was an old house, built in the 1850s. And it was huge. It seemed like a lot of house for the four of us. And, after all, only two of us were ever home. My parents were always working. I didn't begrudge them it; they were doctors. They had long work hours. And it was something I was used to. Often, I wouldn't see them from Monday until Friday. They only seemed to be home on the weekends. And even then, not often.

And they were the ones who picked out the house. Or I should say, my mom picked the house and my dad went along for the ride. My mom had a thing for old, Victorian houses. My dad had the self-preservation needed in order to say: ?yes dear? when she decreed that this would be our new house. I get the feeling that he didn't like it that much, but he's a smart man who didn't feel like dying any time soon. I don't blame him.

My little brother, Chris, wasn't happy, but he understood that he had little choice in the matter. I was proud of him for coming to this conclusion so quickly. When I had been fourteen, I bitched and moaned about everything. Maybe he was maturing more quickly than I'd done.

?Hey Pete! Pete! Check this out! The old people here left some old clothes! Let's try them on!?

?Or maybe he wasn't maturing quite so fast. Apparently he thought it was hilarious.

Anyway, as I turned to go express my displeasure that something so asinine could possibly amuse my little brother, I noticed the little glinting ring on the floor. Upon closer examination, it appeared to be a gold earring. And real gold! It probably wasn't cheap.

Now, I like to think I'm a practical guy. Something like this looked like it was actually valuable. And even though I figured there'd be a snowball's chance in hell that I'd actually wear this thing ? earrings were for those weird-looking people after all ? I wasn't about to throw it out. I don't know why I did it, but I pocketed it. Maybe I thought it'd sell or something.

Now, I've already made a few Lord of the Rings jokes, so please forgive this one.

Maybe I thought I'd sell it, but I didn't realize it'd become so precious to me (get it? GET IT!?).

Anyways, my brother and I finished exploring the expansive attic and went downstairs to our respective rooms. We were fairly close, but he was my little brother, so I was expected to maintain an air of cold detachment with him. It's just what big brothers do.

Normally Chris would have friends over to do stuff, but since most of our friends lived in Boston, a long drive to the north, he was unable to do so. And since we'd only moved in yesterday, he had been unable, so far, to meet any friends among the neighbors.

Chris and I were both computer geeks, but I was more so. Chris, at least, got off the computer every once in a while to go do stuff with his friends, although mostly he and his friends did little more than play video games. I on the other hand, rarely associated with people. Sure, I wasn't misanthropic or anything. I got along well with other people. I just had few close friends. I guess you could say that of the two of us, Chris wasn't as big a loser.

And this was a problem with me, you know? I wanted quite desperately to be popular and well liked, but I never did anything about it.

I suppose I should tell you a bit more about myself then. My name's Peter Townshend Harrington. Yep. You read that correctly. My parents were so unoriginal in their naming that they named me after Pete Townshend. They even always call me ?Pete,? never Peter. It is the one grudge I do hold against my parents. At least Chris got an original name. It only took them three years to come up with Christopher Eric Harrington. And seriously, how hard was that? Take two names, put them together, OH LOOK! AN ORIGINAL NAME! But I'm not bitter. NOT AT ALL!

I was seventeen and average. Well that's not entirely true. My facial structure was pretty boring and average but at least I wasn't ugly. I had an unruly mop of blond hair that my mom said was cute. She was the only one though. I did get complimented often on my eyes, at least, which are nice and blue. I was about 5'8? tall and built like a twig.

My brother was pretty similar. He was 5'6? and also built like a twig, but he had brown hair and eyes. So he was, if anything, more boring than I was. At least in appearances.

My parents decided to move over the summer to Philadelphia because my grandparents lived there and they wanted to live near my grandparents as they were getting old and in frail condition. I especially don't begrudge them their reasoning.

I do, however, miss what few close friends I had in Boston. It had taken me three years of high school in order to come up with a handful of people that I had considered close friends. And here I was, back at zero. Almost like some sort of challenge. ?You did it once, now do it again!?

Oh sure I can call them or message them online and stuff but contrary to popular belief, this is not the same as actually meeting them in person.

My parents had taken a week off from work to complete the move, an act which was foreign to their natures. My mom, an excellent cook, was shocked at the thought of cooking for seven days, as opposed to the usual two or three.

Therefore, we were having pizza.

Dinner was a mostly silent affair. My mom tried to break the ice with: ?Did you boys find anything interesting in the attic?? I hid a snicker. Chris wasn't about to confess to finding anything. I'd already made sure to humiliate him for his desire to try on clothes. I had already forgotten about the little earring in my pocket. I didn't think of it as anything important or cool.

Okay, that's a lie. I didn't think it was anything interesting, but if I could sell it, I definitely wanted the money to myself. I'd been wanting an Xbox 360 for years. So I kept my mouth shut. Chris, especially, would probably make a fairly convincing argument to my parents ?we should split it,? or ?it's only fair.? And then I'd have to make do with a Nintendo Wii or something. What a disaster that'd be.

Dad was inclined to keep quiet as well: he was exhausted. My brother and I had helped dad with some of the moving, but there were just some things we didn't understand, like home decoration. So poor dad was the one who had to arrange the furniture, artwork, etc. in pretty much the entire house. This was an exhausting chore. My mom had picked a rather large old house to fall in love with.

Therefore, dinner consisted of an awkward silence broken by mom's attempt to get conversation started and by our getting additional slices of pizza.

My brother and I had a pretty good relationship, although as I've said, it's pretty much what you'd expect from brothers. Since my brother hadn't made any new friends, we went to our respective rooms and logged onto World of Warcraft together. We'd played together for years, since my parents were generous enough to get us both subscriptions. It lasted us for several hours, but we quit the raid once it became obvious that several members were mentally challenged. Having little else to do, we decided to call it a night.

As I was undressing for bed, I felt around in my pocket and found the earring again. I took it out of my pocket and examined it. It didn't appear to be anything special, just as dusty gold earring, but...

But just looking at it gave me an urge to try out an earring. I don't know why. I'd always thought earrings looked stupid. But just holding the earring made me wonder how it'd look on me. I thought back to one of my friends in Boston who'd always worn an earring. We teased him for it, but he liked it. And the more I thought about it, the more I thought how good it had looked on him.

I shook my head. Where was that coming from? I laughed a little to myself and tossed the earring into a drawer. Yeahright. I got into my bed in my new room and tried to fall asleep. Trying to do so in a new house isn't exactly easy.

I'm convinced it's fate that had my mom take me to the mall the next day. Of course, once I was there, she abandoned me with astonishing haste and practically sprinted into the nearest shoe store. I sighed. I was going to be there a while.

I looked around. The mall was filled with lots of teenagers. Mostly girls. None of whom I knew and I was way too much of a coward to go over to any and try to introduce myself. That was what the awkward first day of school was for, after all. It wouldn't be much longer until school started, and I could go about being awkward then.

Besides, I wasn't exactly interested in girls, d'you know what I mean?

So I wandered aimlessly about the mall. Only, I'm not convinced it was exactly aimlessly. I followed my feet until I found myself in front of a jewelry store. Where they happened to do ear piercings. And I'm absolutely certain that this was not a coincidence. Oh sure, I thought it was then. Now? I'm not so sure.

Anyway, the thought of the earring came back to me. And the more I thought about it, the more I rationalized it, the more I wanted to see it on me. Bowing to fate, I sighed and walked in.

So several hours later, I was home, nursing a freshly pierced ear. The store had given me (well, I'd bought it) a stud to put in the ear and told me how I should keep it from getting infected and so on. I couldn't care less about the stud in my ear. All I wanted to see was that one gold earring from my drawer in my ear.

My mom only shook her head when she'd seen what I'd done. She probably figured it was just a phase.

Chris laughed his ass off. But I didn't take it personally. I'd have done the same if he'd come home with a pierced ear.

I went upstairs and sat down at the computer. I stared at the screen for a couple seconds before I went over to the drawer where I'd put the earring. There were lots of safety concerns about keeping the piercing clean. And it probably wasn't a good idea to put an earring that had been lying on the floor of a dusty attic for god-knows-how-long into a fresh wound. But I wasn't thinking. All I could do was stare at the earring in my hand. I could feel an urge to take the stud in my ear out and put this earring in. It was as if the earring wanted to be worn.

I painfully removed the stud from my ear and tried to get the gold ring into the hole. After several misses, which were quite painful given the fact that my ear was bleeding a little, I went into the bathroom.

Just as I succeeded in getting it into my ear, my brother came over. ?Hey, you checking out that new earring of yours?? He questioned, teasingly.

I turned to look at him. He stood there in the door grinning like an idiot when I felt a wave of pain go through my body. I gasped and dropped to my knees in pain. Maybe that earring was infected after all, I thought to myself, before realizing that no infection spread that quickly outside of zombie horror movies.

?Woah, you okay Pete?? My brother asked, idiotically. Of course I wasn't okay! I was on the floor gasping in pain!

I tried to tell him so myself, but another blast of pain shut me up really quickly. I felt shaky and weak. The little gold earring in my ear started to heat up. I reached up to the hole in my ear. As I brushed against the earring I jerked my hand away quickly. It almost burned my fingers off!

?What the hell's happening to you Pete?? The hell if I knew! Again, I was unable to voice my frustration to my brother because of my pain and weakness.

Eventually the pain disappeared, but the weakness remained. I wobbled unsteadily to my feet.

?What the hell was that?? My brother asked.

?I don't know.? Was my reply.

And then another shudder went through my body. It wasn't painful this time, rather it felt like a burst of adrenaline. A shiver that passed through my entire body. It was enough to destabilize me once again, but I caught myself on the sink.

So there I was, positioned with both hands on the sink, as if I was about to vomit into it, when I looked into the mirror and saw myself changing. I stared in shock as I watched my blond hair shrink until it was closer to my skull and turn a deep black. My eyes remained blue, but an added sparkle seemed to shine from them. My jaw squared and black stubble appeared on it. As my mouth opened in shock I could see pearl-white teeth glistening. You could almost see one of those cheesy sparkles that appeared whenever Team Rocket flew off into the distance. Lens flare!

And as I watched, I could see my body inflate with muscle. Pecs forced my shirt outwards until it was dangerously close to bursting. My arms filled my sleeves to the point that I felt a tear on both arms. My new biceps weren't quite big enough to totally burst the sleeves, but at least an inch of fabric had torn. And below my pecs I could see that a ripped six-pack had developed, maybe even the clich? eight-pack. I couldn't see much below my waist, but I could see my ass grow into a bubble-butt and force my shorts outward. And even though I couldn't watch my growth, I could feel my thighs fill my shorts like they'd never done before. I could feel my calves thicken. And it felt like I was slipping along the tiled floor of the bathroom before I realized that my feet were getting longer.

The best was yet to come. On my chest, arms, and what I could see of my abs I watched dark, curly black hair force through my skin. I assumed the same was happening to my legs. This was awesome! For a guy who'd always lacked body hair, I was in heaven. And I could feel my shorts become even more tight and uncomfortable as I felt my cock and balls bulging with growth.

And grow they did. From the sheer amount of discomfort I was receiving from my crotch, I figured my package had to be huge.

The weakness disappeared. In its place was strength. I stared in the mirror loving everything I saw. As I straightened up, I noticed that my shirt no longer went all the way to my belly-button, a combined result of larger pecs and being taller, exposing several inches of hairy, ripped abdominal muscle.

?What the fuck?? I heard my brother whisper. I didn't care.

My balls felt like they were being crushed by my cargo shorts, which were packed full of my ass, thighs and meat. Not giving two shits that my brother was in the room, I quickly pulled my pants off. I hadn't realized that my boxers underneath had already torn from the new muscle that had grown. Even if I had known, I probably wouldn't have cared.

The result was, of course, that I was naked from the waist down in front of my little brother. There was a problem: I still was wearing a shirt. I rectified this situation by grabbing at where the neck of the shirt was choking my massively thick neck and tearing my shirt down the middle.

Now I was naked. In front of my little brother. And loving it.

?Christ...? My brother whispered again. ?What the fuck happened to you?? I ignored him. He wasn't important. My body was important.

I lifted an arm, loving how I knew it was heavy, but effortless to move. I flexed it and smiled at the bicep that peaked atop my arm. I rubbed my other hand over the rock-solid muscle. Feeling the muscle gave me a stir of arousal. I felt my dick start to harden.

I heard footsteps as Chris ran downstairs. I didn't care. All that mattered to me was my body. I rubbed one of my huge, hairy, meaty pecs, loving their weight and the fur that covered my chest. My hands continued downwards, over my rock-solid abs that were covered in the same black hair. My hands continued rubbing my iron body, down my massive, granite thighs and onto my heavy, yet sexy bubble-butt.

By the time I'd felt my entire body, my dick was rock solid. I stared at the tube of flesh that protruded a good nine-or-ten inches from my hairy crotch before grinning and taking it in both hands.

I heard my father and brother coming up the stairs.

?What's this all about Chris??

?Something happened to Pete! He's gotten all big and hairy and...?

?Oh Christ, Pete, how many times have I told you to shut the door when you do that?? I turned and faced my father and brother with a full hard-on. My brother still had a face of shock and horror. My father's, however, was more a face of exasperation and disgust. ?We don't need to see you naked all the time. This is the third time this week!?

?What?? Chris demanded. I was confused as well, although I didn't show it. Chris continued, ?But... he's different.?

?What are you talking about Chris?? Our father asked. ?It's not like this is the first time you've seen your brother naked. God knows we all have. It's like he never puts any clothes on.?

?But... his hair was blond. And he didn't have all those muscles.?

?Maybe you need to lie down Chris. You're probably tired. Your brother's always had black hair, and he's had those muscles since he started working out all those years ago.? Dad frowned. ?Come to think of it, when did you start working out Pete??

The hell if I knew. But, somehow, I did. ?Six years ago. I was eleven. Started really 'building when I was thirteen though. That's when I started taking it seriously.?

Dad nodded, then shook his head. ?Pete what you do in your room is your own business. If you've gotta jerk off, do it in your room with the door closed. I'll stop paying for your supplements if you do it in the open again.?

That was a serious threat. ?Sorry dad.? Dad nodded and went back downstairs.

I heard my mother ask: ?What's up??

?Oh, Pete's just jerking off with the door open again.?

?The boy's such a show-off.? I could hear the exasperation in my mother's voice.

?How...?? Chris began. ?How come he can't see you've grown? Can you see you've grown? I don't remember you lifting at age eleven.?

?Don't know about dad. For me, I've got my old memories, but its like there's some new ones here too. I remember being the blond computer geek, and I remember my first day in the gym six years ago. It's weird.? I shook my head. I decided to take dad's advice. I needed to jerk off.

I strutted into my room. All the stuff in the room had changed. Where before I'd had little on my walls and my room had been centered around my computer, my walls were now covered with posters. Famous bodybuilders stared down at me from posters. Several of them, including one from Jay Cutler, were signed. My computer was still there, but it was no longer the center of my room. It was in the corner, against one of the walls, open to a bodybuilding website. The entire room had a smell to it, an odor of man. It smelled like a combination of sweat and cum, which it probably was. There weren't many weights in my room, only a set of dumbbells, but I 'remembered' (if that's what you can call it) that the majority of my weights were in the basement, where my parents had bought me a weight set for my fourteenth birthday. It had been expanded the next year, meaning I didn't even have to go to the gym to work out, although I sometimes did to show off and get inspiration.

I had a vague memory of the little blond nerd I'd been. I shook my head in disgust at the thought of having been a World of Warcraft nerd. I thanked God for whatever happened to me.

And then it hit me. The earring! I looked in the full length mirror I'd had my parents install last year and looked at the plain gold loop through my ear. As I examined it, I noticed that the piercing had totally healed. It normally took weeks for a piercing to heal, yet mine looked like I'd gotten my ear pierced years ago. I was struck by how good the gold earring looked on my sexy face. But then, I was struck by how good I looked in general.

?I'm such a god.? I whispered in front of the mirror as I stared at my beautiful naked body. Out of the corner of my eye I saw my brother staring at me from the door. I turned to face him. ?You like what you see?? I spread my arms wide, giving him a full view of my body in all its glory. He gulped and shook his head 'no.'

?Your boner says yes.? I smirked. It was true, he had a raging hard-on. His face turned bright red and he ran out of my room. I heard the door to his room slam.

?It's not like I don't like the attention.? I murmured. ?I'm fine with him staring.? I shook my head. I wished Chris would understand that. I loved it when people stared at my incredible body. It's what I'd started bodybuilding for. So I could walk down the street and have everyone staring at me. And so far, it was working like a charm.

I didn't realize it at the time, but the new memories provided by the earring were beginning to take over. My old memories never fully faded, but they seemed less important every second.

I walked over to my desk and opened the bottom drawer. I pulled out all the unimportant muscle magazines. I remembered when I'd used them to jerk off. Staring at Evan Centopani, Ronnie Coleman and Jay Cutler had provided years of jerk-off material until I'd found something better: myself, at least once I'd gotten big enough. There are certain advantages to being a gay bodybuilder who loves muscle, I thought to myself.

I continued digging through the decoy magazines until I found what I was looking for. I pulled the bag out and placed it carefully on the floor. I remembered when the really huge guy at the gym had first given me the bag, two years ago.

?You wanna be big? You gotta have these.? He'd said. I'd taken his advice. I'd gotten big.

I pulled out what I needed. I filled the syringe. I stood up and walked back over to the mirror with the syringe in my hand before I plunged it into my huge ass and pushed down the plunger. But instead of hurting me, it only got me aroused. Fuck, I love this shit. I thought. I could almost feel the steroids pumping through my system, making me grow even bigger, even stronger. The thought got my dick hard again. I began stroking my huge cock furiously, moaning deeply as waves of pleasure went throughout my body.

They say steroids make your balls shrink? I thought in ecstasy. Well fuck, I havn't gotten any smaller.

And with that thought, my nine-plus inch cock blew the biggest load of my life all over my reflection.

Taking care to hide the syringe and bag where it'd been ? I couldn't let dad find out about that, after all ? I collapsed on my bed, still naked, and not giving a shit. ?Why the fuck should I hide this?? I muttered as I fell asleep.

Dad didn't want me walking around the house naked anymore ? which I felt was bullshit, but I couldn't argue: supplements were expensive ? so I walked into the kitchen the next morning wearing a pair of boxers. I'd found that all my clothes were much bigger to accommodate my huge physique, although there were a few shirts that were pretty small. I remembered they were the ones I used to flex out of whenever I felt like it.

As was my habit, I weighed myself in the morning.

I was 5'8? and 230 pounds. Not bad for seventeen. Actually, pretty fucking huge for seventeen.

Dad looked up as I walked in. He shook his head. ?At least you're wearing something.? He muttered before turning his attention back to the paper. Mom smiled at me as she laid an egg-white omelet in front of me, packed full of meat and protein. ?Here you go. Eat up and get strong.? She'd been saying that for years, ever since I told mom and dad I was going to start bodybuilding. Both mom and dad had weary looks in their eyes, like they'd long ago become used to my aversion to clothing to the point that it no longer bothered them.

'Bout damn time. I thought.

?So, you gonna compete anytime soon?? Dad asked.

I shrugged my powerful shoulders. ?Don't know for sure. I'll have to look up any competitions this fall around here.? God I loved my deep voice.

?There's gotta be a few. We're in Philadelphia!?

?Yeah but I've never competed before, dad. When I show up on the bodybuilding scene I wanna destroy everyone. I'm not big enough yet.?

?Will you ever be??

?There's no such thing.? It had been my mantra for several years.

Dad shook his head. He'd always been somewhat supportive, but I knew he wanted me to go into a 'real' job. Fuck. I thought. It's not like I'm not gonna actually get a job. Bodybuilding doesn't pay much! I'll probably go to law school or something just so I can pay the bills. And God knows that'll make dad happy.

Chris walked in, still eying me strangely, although he attempted to hide it. He didn't say a word to me. I smiled. I knew he had a boner. I finished my omelet and stood up, stretching massively, giving a wide show of my huge body just to taunt him before I walked back upstairs. God I love being such a fucking stud!

I went back upstairs and sat down in front of my computer. I logged onto Facebook and was surprised to see that my friends list had changed. My friends list had been primarily made up of the nerdier people at my old high school in Boston, but now it was made up of all the jocks and athletes. One of them, Kenny, the football team's quarterback, had posted on my wall: ?Yo! Pete the Meat! How's Philly??

Pete the Meat. I thought to myself. I like it. But then, I remembered that they'd called me that since I was fifteen. Before I even started juicing.

He was online, so I opened a chat window. ?Philly's not bad. Havn't found a good gym yet.?

?That sucks. You've got your basement though.? He replied.

?Yeah but I wanna find a good gym too.?

?Show off.?

?You're just pissed cause I can kick your scrawny ass!?

?Haha if you can catch me.?

?Yeah ok. I'm still stronger than ull ever be.?

?Fuck you haha. I gotta go man. Practice.? He logged off

I shook my head, grinning. We'd been friends, even teammates, before I decided that bodybuilding was more important than football to me. Again, that was when I started juicing.

I perused bodyspace, trying to find anyone my age who was bigger than me (nobody, hah!) before I noticed that it was time for my workout. I pulled on some mesh shorts and jogged down to the basement, where all my equipment had been moved in yesterday.

That was just odd: I had new memories even of yesterday, up until the moment I put on the earring. I remembered carrying in all the weights and equipment. But stuff got blurry up around the time of my growth. And there was only one set of memories after the growth, obviously. I shook my head. Who cares?

It was chest day. I loved chest day. Benching was my favorite workout. Now I wasn't stupid. I didn't do regular benching without a spotter; I used dumbbells instead. This, however, only reinforced my desire to find a good gym nearby. Benching with dumbbells isn't as good as the real thing.

I loved the burning as my thick arms and pecs forced the huge weights over my head over and over again. I loved how my muscles pumped with every set, until my pecs and arms were absolutely massive, filled with blood.

I spaced out during the workout. It's like I was running on auto-pilot. But maybe that was because I'd been doing this for so long. I ?came-to? when I was standing in front of one of the basement mirrors, staring at my pumped upper-body. I flexed a most muscular, loving the way the veins popped out of my thick arms. ?Fuck yeah!?

I did a double-bi next. ?Fuck I'm huge!?

I went through an entire routine, even though I hadn't worked my legs at all; that was tomorrow's workout. My big cock got harder and harder with each pose. I reached down to whip it out.

?Pete!? Dad always called from the top of the stairs. He knew he'd never be able to stop me from jerking off after a workout, so he and mom had learned not to come down while I was lifting. It was, for a while at least, my own private domain. A little gym all to myself. Where I could do whatever I wanted. A memory popped into my head of bringing people down here to fuck. I smiled at the memory.

Annoyed at the interruption, I responded, ?What??

?I need you to help lift the TV.?

Fuck. I thought, as my huge erection subsided. We get a new, light, wide-screen TV, but mom and dad insist on keeping their 30 year old juggernaut in their room. Not that I'd have any trouble lifting it.

Hell, I'd do it alone. God knows Chris and dad wouldn't be much help.

The next day was the first day of school. I loved how the people stared at me. I loved the whispered, ?Who's the new kid? He's jacked!? Fuck, I loved it!

As for the classes, well, I paid attention. I wasn't a football jock hoping for a scholarship or to get into college on football. There weren't any bodybuilding scholarships. So I had to pay attention in class. Which sucked, but what can you do? I was smart enough to be in a couple advanced courses, and I actually thought a couple were interesting, which pretty much got me labeled as a ?smart jock.?

Gym class wasn't exactly great. The teachers only let us play touch football and I wasn't very fast since my legs were so thick. If it'd been tackle football, it'd have been a different story. Oh well, I couldn't bring myself to give a shit about gym class, at least unless we were in the weight room.

Even better, I didn't have to hide my sexuality. It's usually the jocks who are nervous about gays, but the fact that I was so goddamn built seemed to let them accept me at least as an ?okay? gay guy. Jocks respected strength, and I had plenty of it.

And the best result of all that was that I was approached several times by little gay guys who wanted to feel me up. Well, they weren't all gay, but the hard-ons in some of their pants told the story for a lot of them. I had no problem with obliging them. I loved the attention. I loved feeling their hands on my iron body even more than my own. When one guy, Terry, was feeling my rock-hard 19? bicep, I felt my cock begin to stir. Terry's already wide eyes bulged further when he saw how far my shorts tented out. ?Holy shit.? I heard him mutter. ?You're huge everywhere.?

I grinned widely. ?Don't I know it. Wanna see it??

Terry responded by dropping to his knees and pulling down my shorts. It was a good thing we were in the bathroom. I didn't mind showing off normally, but the entire school seeing me naked would have been a little much. He gasped as he got his first look at my nine inch sausage.

?Suck it.? I commanded.

Terry didn't hesitate. He took a surprising amount of my thick schlong into his mouth and with a little work, managed to get most of it deep into his throat. It was obvious that he'd done it before. I moaned loudly. He looked up at me in alarm.

?What're you looking at! Keep sucking!? I decreed. He obeyed immediately. I really couldn't give a fuck if we were found out. I had a way of making people who walked in on me stay quiet. With my biceps. They were quite persuasive when they wanted to be.

?Oh yeah. You like sucking that muscle cock don't ya?? I asked. Terry nodded, not removing his head from my dick. ?Yeahhhh...? I moaned. I reached down and placed one of my thick hands on the back of Terry's head and began forcing more of my cock down his throat. I stared into the mirror as I face-fucked him. I couldn't help but stare at my thick arm forcing more and more of my prick down Terry's throat. God I loved how the muscles rippled as I pushed him further onto me.

It wasn't very long before I blew my huge load into him. It's sort of a pity Terry didn't get to taste it. The head of my big schlong was way past his taste buds. I blew ropes of thick muscle cum down his esophagus. I moaned louder than before. I heard the door to the bathroom open. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a head poke in, before immediately withdrawing. Fuck, if whoever he was wanted in, I had no trouble with the idea.

Once Terry'd finished swallowing (although he had little choice in the matter) all my thick spunk, I pulled my cock out of his throat. Terry almost collapsed to the floor, panting. I ignored him. I turned to the mirror and stared at the most beautiful image in the world: my reflection. I flexed a double-bicep. God I loved the peaks that rose.

I pulled my shorts up as Terry started getting to his feet. ?That was a good suck! You'll do that for me again sometime.? I proclaimed. Terry nodded. He didn't seem able to say too much.

As I walked out, I noticed my brother stick his head into the bathroom again. I shook my head. I didn't blame him for wanting to see me, but it might have been more fun if he'd joined in. I didn't care who worshiped me as long as they got the job done.

After school was over I walked into the weight room. At last I felt at home. It looked like half the football team was in there. Any nerd, like the one I'd been until very recently, would have been intimidated as fuck. I, on the other hand, reveled in the attention. I loved the way that even the big football jocks stared at me. Some of them were big. Some were bigger than me. But none of the ones who were my size or bigger could hope to match my definition. Hell, most of the guys who were bigger than me were fat. And anyone could take one look at me and see that I didn't have a gut. I had a washboard.

I wasn't wearing much. I mean, why should I? I was pretty much perfect. Just one of those really thin workout tank-tops. It was one of those ones that covered pretty much as little flesh as possible, which was a-okay with me. It practically showed my nipples, but I didn't care because it showed off my glorious, hairy upper body.

Today was legs day. I wished it was chest day, so I could show off my bench to an audience. I doubted any of them could beat me. But it wasn't chest, and I wasn't about to break my workout routine. I could show off on the bench another time. Besides, I doubted any of the jocks could beat me on the squat rack either.

I walked over to one of the free squat racks. I started racking on the weights. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched the faces of the football jocks become more and more awestruck by the weight I was piling onto the bar. And this is just my warmup weight. I thought with a silent snicker.

?Need a spot?? I heard behind me. I turned around and looked at the pretty-well-built man behind me. I say pretty-well-built because none of the people in the weight room could be any more than pretty-well built when compared with me. Compared with most other people, though, this guy was pretty big. After myself, he probably had the best combination of size and definition. He was almost as ripped as I was, but he probably weighed a good twenty pounds less. Still, 210lbs and 3% fat made the guy look pretty intimidating.

Well, not to me of course.

I grunted an affirmative and got the bar up onto my shoulders. I stopped caring about the other people in the weight room, if only for a few moments. Once I had the weights, nothing else was important.

I pounded out ten easy reps. It was my warmup weight, after all. I added more and pounded out another ten. I was drawing quite an audience. But right now, all that mattered to me were the weights. I could almost feel them making my legs swell even larger. I was getting sexier by the rep.

By the time I finished all my sets, there was a large crowd around me, watching. I only then realized I was totally hard, my nine-inch cock pointing straight out like an arrow under my shorts. I really couldn't care less. The pretty-well-built jock who'd spotted me was also sporting a boner. His was big too, but not as big as mine. He looked embarrassed.

I started walking over to the leg extension machine. As I walked past the jock I whispered, ?You like??

Since he followed me to the leg extension machine, which requires no spotter, I guessed an affirmative. The crowd that had watched me squat was dispersing. Leg extensions weren't quite as fun to watch, I guess. It was just me and the one jock.

?What's your name?? He asked.

?Pete.? I grunted. I got the weights ready.

?I'm Brian.? I grunted again and began my set. Brian waited until I was done before speaking again. I guess he understood that when lifting, nothing else is important. ?You new? I think I'd have noticed someone like you if you were here before.?

I snorted. ?Yeah I'm new. Moved here from Boston a week ago.?

?You play any sports? I'm a tight end on the football team, but I'm team captain. We could use a guy your size. You ever think of trying out??

?Bodybuilding's more important.? I grunted.

?Well, football's -? I cut him off.

?If you disagree, then you don't understand.? I began my next set. Once again, Brian waited for me to finish.

?I guess not.? He looked a little sad. ?Ah well, would have been nice to have ya. The offer's open any time if you change your mind.?

?And so's this offer: suck me off when I'm done in here.?

?I...? He hesitated. ?I'm not gay.? He finished weakly.

?Your boner says yes.?

?I... well... okay. Meet me in the locker room in a half-hour.?

?Sounds good.? I turned my attention to the weights and began my third set.

Brian was a good cocksucker, I'll give him that. And forcing my nine inch cock down the throat of a muscular, ripped jock was more satisfying than doing the same to a skinny guy, although I had to admit, Terry had been cute at least. But Brian gave it his all, sucking my dick with gusto. It didn't really matter that I'd already fucked before today. I came as hard into Brian's throat as I had into Terry's. And when I finished, Brian fell back onto the floor, with his beefy arms spread wide to show off his entire body. Staring at him got me a little aroused again. He really was pretty damn sexy.

?Hey Brian.? I walked over to him and stood next to him, my semi-hard cock dripping several small drops of cum onto his chest.

?Yeah Pete?? He replied, eyes closed, and a contented smile on his face. He scooped up the drops of cum on his chest with his finger and brought them to his mouth.

?You gay?? I asked.

?Oh yeah.? He opened his eyes and grinned up at me. ?Let's do that again sometime.?

?Sounds good.?

It was no real surprise that I had a spring in my step as I arrived home, sweaty from my workout and from Brian's excellent blowjob. I quickly jogged up into my room and slammed the door shut. A few seconds later I was naked. God knows it wasn't the first time that day, but even so, it felt good to expose my perfection to the open air.

I sniffed my armpit, inhaling my musk. I laughed. God I was rank. I stood in front of the mirror for several minutes, just staring at my gorgeous body.

I flexed my proud, peaked biceps. I transitioned to a most muscular, and then to a side bicep. I flexed my legs, admiring their pumped size. I went through an entire posing routine, my dick getting harder and harder with every pose. It took a lot of willpower to continue posing and not divert one of my hands to my cock. When I finished, I grabbed my meat in both hands and began pounding, moaning in relief.

It was the third time I came that day. It wasn't the last, as my huge cock spewed cum all over my reflection. God it was hot, to see my huge reflection covered in my own cum. The thought almost got me aroused again.

I smiled. It was probably a good thing that I hadn't ever competed before. I'd probably get a hard on in the middle of my routine and break the posing suit. I laughed at the thought. It was probably true. I'd be hard pressed to find one big enough to hold my junk.

I walked up to the mirror and licked my cum off of it. It wouldn't be right to let my perfect sperm go to waste, after all. Then I walked over to the bathroom, treating Chris to a full view of my naked body in all its glory as I passed his room.

As I soaped my hairy muscles up in the shower, I started getting hard again. I grinned. ?You look so lonely down there, little man.? I addressed my cock. ?Let me help you out there a little.? I reached down and took my meat in hand.

Several minutes later, the shower had a new coat of white paint on its walls. I had to wash it all off before I got out of the shower. My parents always used to complain that I wasted all the hot water, but I couldn't help it if I needed to get off right? It wasn't my fault I looked so damn good!

After dinner, where mom vaguely interrogated us on how our respective days were, I went back up to my room. I went online and read a couple nutrition articles before I posed in front of the mirror (and therefore, jerked off) one last time (and mopped up the cum with my tongue again) before I collapsed on the bed. I lay atop the covers, naked in all my glory. God I loved my body. God I loved me.

That night I had a dream that I was growing even bigger and bigger. The earring kept tingling and moving around in my ear. I grew so big I demolished the house. My dick was five feet long and shot a stream of cum almost fifty feet. It was so hot that I woke up.

Something was wrong. I sat up quickly and discovered, to my shock and horror, that my muscle had disappeared. The dinner plate pectorals and cannon-ball deltoids were no more, as was the fur that had previously covered much of my body. I raced to the mirror in my room, only to discover that there no longer was a mirror there. My room had gone back to normal! The computer once again held the position of power in the center of my room.

And with shock I realized that the earring was gone.

I ran my hand around the mattress of my bed, checking to see if it'd fallen off in my sleep. No luck. I checked around my room. But I knew it'd gone.

I ran out of the room, about to run downstairs, before I noticed my brother standing in the door to the bathroom. He held out his hand. The tiny golden earring lay there.

He grinned at me. ?Since I got to watch you grow, I felt it was only fair to wait until you woke up to do this myself.?

He stuck the earring through his newly-pierced ear.

[razostory]

Justin Question

“Oh FUCK baby…give it to me,” Justin moaned.

I looked down to watch my thick cock sliding in and out of my boyfriend-of-2-years’ tight ass.

“Mmmm, you fucking slut,” I growled, picking up the pace, ramming my 8-inch cock in hard and fast, enjoying the sound of Justin’s breath catching in his throat as I did.

We both LOVED fucking doggy style.

I grabbed his hips with both hands, pulling him back onto my cock and looking down to see my flexed biceps bulging.

Justin screamed with pleasure.

“OH FUCK YEAH”.

Sweat dripped from my heaving, swollen pecs down onto my defined abs. Still pounding Justin’s sexy ass, I ran one hand up his back, feeling him shiver to my touch, and grabbed his hair, pulling his head back hard.

“Mmmmmmm YEAH,” Justin moaned, desperate.

He loved it rough.

“TAKE THIS THICK COCK SLUT BOY,” I roared, fucking him even harder.

Justin gasped, moaning continuously and pushing his twink ass back onto my cock.

“Breed me Daddy,” he begged.

I was getting close.

“Oh I will boy,” I grunted, pounding him like an animal rutting.

I looked up at the mirror on the wardrobe opposite our bed. God we looked hot when we fucked.

I brought one arm up, flexing my bicep as I hammered Justin’s ass hard. I loved the look of my swollen peak, veins mapped across the surface, the epitome of manliness. Justin loved it too – he looked up while we fucked and then reached down, starting to jerk his cock as he stared at my pumped bicep.

“Mmmmm look at your fucking huge biceps,” he groaned, clearly close to cumming himself.

The sight of my hot twink boyfriend jerking his cock to my muscular arms, pushed me over the edge.

“FUCK BABE I’M GONNA CUM,” I roared, feeling the orgasm start to rise up from my swollen balls.

“BREED YOUR BOY,” Justin moaned in response as I grabbed his hips again, thrusting my throbbing dick deep in him.

With that, my thick cock swelled even more, pleasure ripping through my entire body and an animalistic scream escaping my mouth. Jets of cum shot from my cock and I looked down to see Justin writhing too in his own intense orgasm.

It was always like this for us.

“FUCK,” we both screamed over and over, bodies writhing. I collapsed forward, my hard cock still in Justin’s tight ass. I knew he liked the feel of me on top of him like this and heard him sigh in pleasure.

We lay like that for several minutes as our powerful orgasms continued to subside, our rapid breathing starting to settle.

“Right babe…I need to hit the shower,” I said, suddenly aware of the time – I couldn’t be late for work again.

He tried to reply but no real words came out. I chuckled as I headed to the bathroom, pleased I could still fuck him into a sex coma.

I turned on the shower and, as I waited for the water to heat up, I appreciated my reflection in the large mirror above the sink. I couldn’t deny I was pretty happy with what I saw. Pushing on for 35 and with a busy job that involved plenty of shift work I had to put in a lot of effort to stay in shape. A boyfriend 10 years younger than me certainly helped as motivation. I’d been hitting the gym 4 times a week for 15 years and I guess it showed. I liked how my slightly hairy pecs jutted out over my abs, still heaving from the exertion of the fuck. I liked the size of my arms – I couldn’t help pulling a double bicep flex and watching the symmetrical mounds of muscle bunch up tight. Impressive peaks for an amateur lifter. I liked my 8 pack abs and the “v” leading down to my thick, now soft, cock. And I fucking loved my quads – big and thick – just looking at them made me feel so strong.

I quickly jumped in the shower, conscious that if I kept up this line of thought I’d be rock hard again and subsequently late for work. I let the warm water cascade over my worked-out body, totally relaxed from the amazing fuck session.

Five minutes later, I was back in the bedroom, a towel wrapped around my waist. Justin had barely moved, other than to flip himself over so that he was now lying staring at the ceiling, his arms above his head.

I couldn’t help letting out a deep moan as I took in the beauty lying in front of me. I loved his slim figure and smooth skin, still glistening with drops of sweat from his pounding. His cute boyish face was totally peaceful and a beautiful smile lightened his features as he opened his eyes to look at me. I ran a hand up his tight abs (Justin too kept himself in shape) and then tweaked his hot nipples causing him to shudder in response.

“Don’t…” he moaned. “You’ll be late for work…”.

A mischievous smile on his face. I knew he was right and headed over to the wardrobe to find my work clothes.

“Erm…Dan?” Justin said a minute later, his hesitancy causing me to turn and take in the slight frown that had appeared on his face.

“Yeah babe…what’s up?” I asked, pulling on my scrubs and walking over to sit next to him again.

“I was just thinking…”

Justin was never nervous.

“Go on babe, spit it out,” I said kindly, stroking his short blond hair.

“Well…could we…perhaps…try it the other way round next time?” he asked, immediately looking to the side to avoid my gaze.

Ah.

“Justin…we’ve talked about this. I just don’t think it would work babe,” I replied, full of love for him.

“Why not Dan? You never tell me why…” he said, accusation in his voice.

This conversation came up from time to time. At first, it had been natural that I’d be the one doing the fucking – Justin loved riding cock and I loved to give it. Recently though he’d been more questioning…why couldn’t we swap sometimes? It was getting more and more difficult to diffuse the situation…

“It’s because of this isn’t it?” he questioned angrily, holding his cock in his hand.

I was surprised at his directness and was too slow to deny the accusation. It didn’t help that there was truth in what he said – Justin was blessed with a cute face and fit body but his smaller-than-average cock had always been a sore point for him. I didn’t want the experience to be disappointing for either of us…

“I knew it,” he barked, his normally beautiful features rearranged into a mask of anger and humiliation.

“No Justin…it’s not that,” I replied, trying to placate him. It was not a total lie. There was something else contributing to my reluctance – I had to admit that I’d gotten used to being the “big spoon” in our relationship. It just worked for us. The idea of taking on a more submissive role would be hard to swallow and even harder to admit.

“You’re lying,” he shouted, tears welling up in his eyes.

“No babe…wait,” I pleaded as he jumped up and ran to the bathroom. I heard the lock click and knew it was too late to convince him otherwise.

I didn’t see Justin much in the next few weeks – with both of us doing shift work this happened from time to time. When we did see each other, I couldn’t help but feel that there was an elephant in the room that neither of us acknowledged. I knew it would have to be me that brought up the subject again but, cowardly, I just couldn’t do it. The truth was I had no idea what to say.

Finally, driving home from a long shift one day, I decided enough was enough. I was going to have to tell him about my insecurities

“Justin,” I called as I came through the front door. “We need to talk”.

“Just a minute…” I heard him shout from upstairs. “I’ll be down in a sec…”

I didn’t want to wait, scared I’d lose my nerve, so bounded up the stairs two at a time and burst into our bedroom.

I gasped in horror, taking in the sight in front of me.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” I roared.

Justin was stark naked in front of the mirror, a syringe of blue, viscous liquid in his hand, looking at me in terror.

“Justin…don’t…” I begged.

But it was too late. Before I couldn’t even get close he’d flipped the cover off and plunged the needle into his ass cheek, injecting the strange-looking fluid in one go.

“Oh FUCK Justin,” I moaned in dismay. “What the HELL was that?”

“J-just a supplement,” he stammered, nervous.

I spotted the packaging on our bed, snatching it up before Justin had a chance to grab it.

“No…please…don’t look,” he whimpered, his eyes pleading.

I looked down at the product information leaflet in horror.

------------MIRACLE GROWTH------------------------

“The ONLY penis-enlargement supplement worth taking”

Other than this attention-grabbing slogan, there was barely any information in the leaflet at all – it was just filled with wishy-washy testimonies from ‘satisfied customers’. Certainly, there was nothing that even got close to telling you what was in the damn thing.

“This could contain ANYTHING” I bellowed, apoplectic with rage. “HOW COULD YOU?”

“I had to,” he replied, trying to stand his ground whilst his face betrayed him, flushing with embarrassment.

“Do you really care THAT much,” I responded, still shouting.

“YOU MADE ME CARE,” he cried, starting to cry.

I was about to shout some more when a spasm crossed his face and I halted in my tracks.

“What is it babe?” I asked, all anger suddenly leaving me.

“I-I-I feel s-strange,” he moaned.

My heart dropped 40 feet. I knew it. This was bad.

“Strange how Justin?” I asked, doctor-mode taking over. “Come on, lie down on the bed”.

Justin did as he was told, lying back on the bed, a strange expression on his face.

“Tell me what’s going on babe…this is killing me,” I pleaded, kneeling next to the bed and stroking his hair in desperation.

“No Dan…it feels…good,” he moaned, letting out all his breath in one go.

I still couldn’t relax.

“What do you mean, ‘good’?” I questioned.

“I dunno…I just feel…good,” he repeated infuriatingly.

I watched in amazement as he started rubbing his hands over his body, his eyes tight shut, a look of pure ecstasy on his face. He let out a deep moan as he played with his hot nipples. I felt my cock start to grow in my pants despite myself.

Justin’s cock was starting to get hard too. He ran one hand down his abs to squeeze it, his fingers pulled tight around his growing member. Within seconds his cock was fully hard, around 3 inches.

“Fuuuck,” he moaned, deeply.

“What is it babe?” I asked, nearly hysterical.

He moaned in response, starting to stroke his rock-hard cock, two fingers wrapped around its small girth. I noticed how even using just a few fingers, you could barely see his small cock head over the top.

“My cock…” he groaned.

“What about it Justin?”

“It feels…amazing…” he moaned, now stroking faster and faster.

I watched as his whole body started to writhe in pleasure, moans escaping his mouth with every breath. He jerked his tiny cock like there was no tomorrow.

“Oh FUCK,” he gasped suddenly.

I nearly asked what was wrong but stopped myself, realising that there was nothing wrong at all. Justin was experiencing more pleasure than I thought was possible and the cause was blindingly obvious. I could barely speak as I noticed that Justin’s previously tiny cock was starting to swell before my eyes, its bulging head now an inch clear of his stroking fingers. It looked thicker too, starting to pull apart his fingers so that he had to readjust his hand.

My own cock was now painfully hard in my tight boxers and I reached down subconsciously to pull it out, starting to stroke as I watched.

Suddenly, Justin’s eyes sprang open and he looked down at his rapidly enlarging member.

“FUCK YES,” he moaned deeply. “I’m growing”.

His eyes shut again as he continued to stroke himself. His cock looked nearly 5 inches long now and was showing no signs of stopping its continuous growth. A thick stream of precum was leaking from his swollen cock head, running over his fingers.

“It’s going to be fucking MASSIVE,” he roared, making me jump.

I could tell he was right and I couldn’t help jerking my own cock hard and fast as I watched. This was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Justin was now using his whole hand to jerk his cock – something he could never have done before – and still it continued to lengthen. An inch beyond his fingers. Now two. When the fuck would it stop?

Justin’s moans were getting deeper, more erotic. I would cum soon just watching him.

His balls too had swollen in size, two globes nestled between his legs, full of hot twink cum.

His massive cock was thickening, stretching apart his fingers so that he struggled to wrap them all the way round. I guessed it was about 7 inches long now.

We both had the same thought at the same time.

“FUCK. I’m going to be bigger than you,” he moaned, letting out a slight laugh.

I almost thought he’d forgotten I was there.

I looked down at my own not unimpressive cock and realised he was right. In that moment I didn’t care.

“OH FUCK THIS FEELS AMAZING,” he roared, his voice deeper and more masculine than ever before.

He reached down, rubbing his fingers over his bulbous cock head as he continued to stroke with his other hand. I watched as he then brought his fingers, glistening with thick precum, up to his mouth. He sucked on them, moaning deeply.

“Mmmm I taste good.”

My mouth watered as he reached down for another taste.

“Suck me,” he ordered, as if reading my mind.

I didn’t hesitate. His hand was immediately replaced by my hungry tongue and lips. I licked up and down his still-growing, veiny shaft before wrapping my lips around his swollen cock head.

We both moaned together. Fuck he did taste good.

Within seconds I was bobbing up and down on his dick, taking as much as I could but feeling it hit the back of my throat. I cradled his distended balls in my hands, amazed at their weight and size. His cock had to be bigger than 8 inches now.

Bigger and thicker than my own.

Still, I kept sucking, his moans feeding my own throbbing boner.

“FUCK,” he roared. “You’re a good COCKSUCKER”.

I bristled slightly at his words but there was no way I was going to stop worshiping his Godly cock. Justin started thrusting his hips up and down, forcing his mammoth cock into my mouth over and over, now holding the back of my head.

In a frenzy of bliss, I marvelled at how my twink boyfriend was now fucking my face with his enormous man meat. He was letting out deep, animalistic grunts with every thrust. Noises I’d never heard him make before. My throat was getting sore, abused by his immense tool. Gallons of pre were still oozing from his throbbing cock head, the taste making me dizzy with pleasure.

I felt as his thickening cock started to stretch my lips…I could barely take half of it in my mouth now.

I pulled off his cock, looking down to take in his full size.

He was now over 10 inches and fuck he was THICK.

I wrapped both hands around his cock, stroking hard and fast, hearing him moan in response.

“I’m MASSIVE,” he bellowed looking down at me, his cock looking obscene next to his twink body.

I could tell he was close and started to jerk him faster. I couldn’t wrap my fingers all the way around it anymore. I licked his cock head as I stroked, drinking down his delicious pre.

His moans were getting closer together. Deeper. More like grunts.

His hands explored his body. Twisting his hot nips. Running over his abs. Constantly moving.

“FUCK!!” he roared. “I’m going to cum…”

“YES babe…Cum for me,” I moaned, hungry for his load.

He started thrusting his hips again and within seconds I saw his balls tighten.

“YEEESSSSSSSSSSSS” he roared, grabbing the back of my head and forcing me down onto his cock. I felt it swell in my mouth even more before thick, hot streams of cum hit the back of my throat. I tried to swallow it all but it was no use. Justin was still screaming in ecstasy as rivers of cum poured from my mouth, escaping down his veiny shaft.

And still it kept flowing.

And flowing.

I drank down as much as I could but the bed was soon soaked with his man juice.

Eventually, after an eternity it seemed, the cum stopped and I pulled my mouth off his enormous cock. I looked down to realise that I’d cum without even noticing, my own tiny load paling into insignificance in comparison to Justins.

“Clean up the rest,” he ordered, without opening his eyes. His voice was deep.

I nearly refused but then I realised – I wanted to.

I leaned down licking up the cum from his shaft, his abs, his balls – savouring it all. I moved on to the bed, licking up as much as I could from the soaked bedding.

“Good boy,” he whispered, a deep rumbling.

Boy? He’d never called me boy before.

What the fuck had just happened?

I knelt at the end of our bed, savouring the taste of Justin’s seed in my mouth and looking down at the colossal dick responsible for it. Soft now but still longer than most men’s when fully hard. A cock to die for. To worship.

“That was incredible,” Justin groaned, his deep basso voice now sexily juxtaposed to his boyish features.

My own cock twitched.

“What do you think of my dick now babe?” he teased, a smirk on his face as he wrapped his fingers around his thick member and slapped it on his abs.

“It’s…it’s…” I stumbled painfully.

“Come on Dan, spit it out,” he pushed.

He actually wanted an answer.

I looked down at his cock…there were no words to describe it. I had to fight hard not to lean forward and take the huge python in my mouth again, sucking him hard until he shot another unbelievable load down my throat.

“Time for round two, eh?” he teased again, reading my mind. “I can see how much you want this Dan”.

He started stroking his cock, one hand traversing the entire length slowly, lazily. I watched as it started to swell again and within seconds he was rock hard.

I was in a trance, my own cock swelling quickly.

“Measure it,” he ordered, snapping me out of my reverie.

I didn’t hesitate, jumping up to grab the measuring tape out of the draw before hurrying back to Justin. He was still lying on his back, stroking his tool, his fingers exploring its new size, tracing every line and appreciating the incredible girth. He paused to allow me to measure his newly enlarged manhood.

“Fuck!” I exclaimed, half in shock, half in pure lust.

He laughed.

“How big is it Dan?” he asked, eager.

“12 inches”.

“FUCK,” he roared. “That’s massive…much bigger than yours”.

I didn’t deny it. The disparity was obvious.

“Stand up,” he ordered, full of new confidence. His voice reverberated masculinity and power.

I did as he asked and he came and stood next to me. Both of our rock-hard cocks stood out in front of us. Justin laughed as he looked down, grabbing my cock in his hand and pulling it up against his.

“You look tiny in comparison to me,” he mocked.

“I know,” I murmured, still in disbelief.

“To think I used to think you were big…” he continued.

I couldn’t think of a reply.

Annoyed at my silence, Justin slapped me hard on the ass.

“I think I know what I want to try next,” he stated, coming to stand behind me, resting his thick cock on my ass.

“Justin…no,” I pleaded, suddenly afraid. “I can’t…it’s too big”.

The irony was lost on neither of us and Justin let out a low, deep chuckle, ignoring my plea as he pressed his bulging cock head against my hole. I let out an involuntary moan, surprising even myself as I reflexively pushed my ass back against the thick girth of his immense cock.

“Haha…look who’s the cock slut now,” Justin laughed, slapping my ass hard.

As I felt him push harder and harder though something snapped and a mixture of panic and pride came over me.

I couldn’t take his cock.

No, I corrected myself, I wouldn’t take it.

I was still the boss here.

Justin may have the Godliest cock I’d ever seen but I was still more muscular and much stronger.

In one swift motion I turned, grabbing Justin under both arms and pushing him up against the wall, his feet dangling a foot above the ground.

“NO!” I roared, barely noticing that Justin’s colossal cock was inches from my chin, resting up against my heaving pecs.

I looked up at him, seeing the fear in his eyes and my heart broke.

“I’m sorry babe,” I cried, setting him back down on the ground, my flare of anger passing as quick as it had started.

I stopped in my tracks. A familiar spasm had passed across my lover’s face.

“What’s the matter babe?” I questioned, concerned again. “It can’t possibly grow anymore,” I added in disbelief.

“No…this feels…different…” he murmured, confusion on his face.

“Oh fuck babe, I knew it…” I replied, panicking.

“No…it still feels good…just…different,” he moaned.

“What do you mean?” I pleaded.

“Well before…it was just my cock that felt amazing…this time…it’s my whole body,” he let out between gasps of pleasure.

I took a step back, scared, trying to spot the first sign of trouble.

Justin got there first.

“Fuck,” he growled, “I think I’m growing”.

With a spasm of shock, I realised he was right. It wasn’t his cock this time though…

I watched in disbelief as my boyfriend started to grow taller, millimetre my millimetre, his back still up against the wall where I’d left him.

“Oh no…Fuck…I don’t want this,” he moaned, his voice still deep. “Make it stop Dan”.

“I can’t babe,” I cried, “there’s nothing I can do”.

“Please…” he whimpered, his begging sounding odd in his bass tones.

Justin started to grunt as his torso continued to stretch. He’d previously been a good foot shorter than me but I knew that the gap between us was narrowing and fast – he’d already gained at least 3 inches.

“Oh fuck,” Justin moaned again, his face contorted.

It was then that I noticed that Justin wasn’t just growing taller, other parts of his body were starting to swell too, pulsing with the delayed effects of the injected serum. I watched, amazed, as his previously flat pecs started to push slowly outwards and his shoulders began to broaden. His biceps were swelling, huge veins exploding over them as the muscles demanded blood. Triceps, which had barely existed before, sprung from the back of his arms and his quads began to thicken, nicely framing his gigantic manhood.

Something changed on Justin’s face. The pain was gone…replaced by euphoria, ecstasy.

“OH FUCK,” he roared. “This…feels…AMAZING!”

The growth was getting faster and faster, no part of him left untouched.

“LOOK at these pecs,” he said in amazement, staring down as his chest continued to swell. His hands started to explore his inflating muscles, squeezing and probing their size and firmness. And still he continued to grow, passing rapidly the build of a swimmer and on to that of a professional gymnast.

I watched as he brought his arms up into a double biceps, flexing instinctively as I knew he would never have done before.

“FEEL THEM!” he ordered, his voice thundering, his muscles still expanding.

I stepped forward immediately, squeezing his flexed biceps with both hands. The rock-solid muscles felt like warm marble, smooth except for the drainpipe-like veins snaking across the surface. My fingers began to stretch apart as his firm mounds of muscle continued to inflate like balloons of granite. I started kissing and licking his biceps all over, staggered at the feel of them under my lips and tongue.

“Mmmm… WORHSIP ME!” Justin moaned, still flexing hard. “I’m going to be HUGE!!”.

I put one hand on each of his delts, feeling not just the growth of these muscles (they would soon be like cannon balls) but also the widening of his entire upper body. He was developing that inverted-V shape that many lifters toiled over for years, with broad lats spreading out from an impossibly tiny waist. My hands found their way to Justin’s pecs which were now jutting out over his abs, heavy with growing muscle. I could feel and see the striations rippling across them as he flexed hard, revelling in his new size.

I looked up and, with a start, realised that we were now the same height, looking eye to eye at each other. With even greater shock I realised that Justin had already surpassed me in muscle mass, taking on proportions I could only dream of. And, whereas my own muscle was covered in a thin layer of fat, Justin had next to none, making him look all the more impressive – every muscle was defined and ripped.

“HAHA…YES,” he roared, clearly coming to the same conclusions that I had. “I’M A GOD - ALREADY…BIGGER…THAN…YOU,” he added, pulling different flexes between each word, marvelling at his rapidly increasing size.

Without warning, Justin grabbed the back of my head, drawing me in towards his vast chest. As I started to suck on one of his huge, sexy nips I felt him wrap his pumped, vascular arms around my neck, pulling me in tight and surrounding me with muscle.

It was too much for me.

“Oh FUUUUCKK,” I moaned as, without warning, my body was wracked with the first hands-free orgasm of my life. I looked down to see my aching cock shoot streams of cum over Justin’s abs and tree-trunk quads.

Justin’s booming laugh reverberated against me.

“YES!” he roared, “Just the feel of my muscles is enough to make you cum”.

I didn’t have the energy or brain-space to feel embarrassed and I couldn’t exactly deny it…

“Get on your knees and clean me up,” Justin ordered.

I instantly dropped to the floor and looked up at the most amazing sight. My ex-twink boyfriend was now towering over me, mounds upon mounds of muscle adorning his frame and a continuous stream of pre-cum dripping from his obscene cock. His quads, complete with a perfect tear-drop of defined muscle, glistened with my seed which I obediently began to lick up. I’d never tasted my own load before but here, on my knees, in front of this beast I didn’t even hesitate…it just felt right. I moaned deeply, my tongue tracing the lines of his quads, simultaneously cleaning and worshipping him. I hungrily swallowed my cum, lost in an erotic muscle-induced daze.

“Mmmm FUCK…you’re a dirty cum whore,” Justin taunted.

I loved it and groaned with pleasure.

My face was now inches away from Justin’s huge cock and I moved to take it in my mouth again.

“No-no-no,” Justin chuckled, grabbing me by the neck and slapping my face hard with his thick, weighty cock.

That would bruise.

“My abs first…” he added, reminding me of my orders.

I had to stand slightly (he was still growing towards the ceiling) but lustfully I licked up the middle of his defined 8-pack abs, collecting more of my huge load in my mouth. I could see in front of my eyes and feel under my tongue that Justin’s abs were continuing to develop, sexy bricks of defined muscle pushing out from his torso. By the time I’d finished cleaning him he had a perfect, beautiful 10-pack that made me sick with both envy and lust.

“Good boy,” Justin cooed, watching me swallow my own load.

Boy.

I fell back onto my knees, looking up at Justin to see that the growth seemed to be slowing. He had to be at least 7 feet tall when it finally stopped and was bigger and more ripped than any professional bodybuilder I’d ever seen. His swollen biceps looked twice the size of mine and his shoulders had to be as broad as two normal men. Massive lats framed his enormous pecs which heaved as he breathed deeply, like the rest of his body totally smooth and hairless. His waist was as tight as it ever had been, making his legs look even bigger – huge thick pillars of muscle which met in the middle and would rub if he tried to walk. Only Justin’s face was unchanged, cute and boyish as ever but now sitting on the thick neck of a muscle bull.

“Fuuuck. I’m a BEAST,” he moaned, unable to stop flexing, pulling classic pose after classic pose. I stared up in amazement as he went through double biceps…most muscular…side chest… over and over. He turned, showing me a back that seemed to go on and on, a huge expanse of muscle upon muscle upon muscle, all seemingly competing for space. My eyes dropped to his massive glutes - two perfectly formed globes of ripped beef that jutted out at the base of his back like boulders of granite. He exuded power and virility.

“LOOK AT ME!!” Justin roared, turning to face me again and pulling a most muscular.

There was no chance of me looking at anything else.

Seeing his bloated muscles burst as he flexed I couldn’t help grabbing my cock and starting to jerk it hard. I’d never been so turned on in my life. I needed to cum again…badly.

“HAHA, I don’t think so…” Justin laughed, kicking my hand away from my cock with one of his massive feet. He then proceeded to push me backwards so that one foot ended up on my chest, pinning me to the floor.

“Justin…please…” I begged, struggling to get up but feeling him push me back down with the slightest pressure from his massive leg.

“You’ve had your turn already boy…it’s time for your muscle God to enjoy himself now,” he said, looking down at me as he wrapped one hand around his huge, throbbing cock and started jerking.

Soon, deep unearthly moans were escaping his lips.

“Justin…please…” I repeated. his massive foot was starting to hurt my chest.

He laughed.

“Oh I’ll let you up soon, don’t you worry,” he said, continuing to jerk his cock. “But first I think it’s time to reset the natural order around here, don’t you?”

“I-I don’t know what you mean,” I cried, my voice sounding pathetic and emasculated next to his deep growl.

More laughter.

“Oh I think you do Danny boy,” he replied. “Let’s start with what you’re going to call me from now on…any ideas?”.

“Justin…please…”.

“I just don’t think Justin will do the trick anymore,” he taunted, a thoughtful look on his beautiful face.

He paused for effect.

“Yes, I think either ‘Muscle God’ or ‘Muscle Daddy’ will be much more appropriate”.

The words hung in the air, lingering with meaning.

“No…Justin…be reasonable…”

“Come on now boy…say it!” he ordered, his voice losing its playfulness, now only rough and hard…commanding.

I struggled on the floor, trying again to get up. He pressed down hard with his foot.

“SAY IT!” he roared, pressing even harder, the huge muscles of his quads flexed and taut.

His strength was incredible.

Godly even.

Fuck.

“YOU ARE MY MUSCLE GOD!” I exploded, looking up at the towering beast above me.

I could feel the truth of the words.

“That’s better,” he growled, releasing some of the pressure on my chest and causing me to gasp with relief.

All this while he had been jerking his obscene cock and now he started to groan again, pleasure pulsing through his pumped-up body. Drops of his delicious pre were falling onto my face. Instinctively I tried to catch them in my mouth, wanting to taste him again.

Justin looked down at me, smirking.

No.

My Muscle God looked down at me, smirking.

I wanted to reach for my own cock but knew that I shouldn’t. He needed to be pleasured first. He needed to be worshipped.

“Please Sir…” I started, the words feeling right. “Let me worship you…”.

“Oh, I will Danny…” he crooned, “…but first, let’s see think about what you’ll be called from now on”.

He put on a show – more fake thinking. He exuded arrogance and power.

“Hmmm…yes…I think you can choose from… ‘Boy’, ‘Slut’ and ‘slave’,” he concluded.

Despite everything this felt like too much.

“Please…no…Sir…don’t make me,” I begged, some remnant of pride still intact.

“You see the thing is boy, I think I will,” he retorted, a smirk on his face.

In less than a second he had reached down, grabbing me under the arms and lifting me to my feet in one smooth motion. It was effortless. Despite the shock I had time to noticed how his enormous, peaked biceps bulged and his forearms flexed like strings of granite rope.

He still towered over me – my face was level with the top of his abs.

“WHAT ARE YOU?!” he bellowed, his deep voice shockingly sexy.

“I…I…I…can’t…” I stammered pitifully.

Why was I resisting? I needed to serve my God. I needed to please him.

“YOU NEED TO LEARN BOY!” he roared.

“I’m n-not your b-boy,” I whimpered.

Placing one hand under my jaw he lifted me up in the air, his strong fingers tight around my neck, my feet swinging almost comically below me.

Fuck he was strong.

“I can hold you here all day slut,” he taunted.

I didn’t doubt it. It was as if I weighed nothing.

I could barely breath. My vision was going blurred. I grabbed onto his thick forearm for support, desperately struggling to free myself.

“SAY IT!” he roared, all of his muscles flexed with anger.

It was an awesome sight.

I felt pathetic. Small before him.

Before my God.

“OH FUCK DADDY!” I screamed. “I’M YOUR SLUT BOY SLAVE”.

The words came tumbling out.

He let out a colossal, deep, bestial roar in response – his conquest now complete - before throwing me down on the bed.

I knew that this was how it would be now.

I lay there gasping for breath, looking up at my Muscle Daddy.

“FUCK YES YOU SLUT BOY” he shouted, flipping me over with one hand and then grabbing me by the hips and pulling me up on to all fours. I felt the heavy weight of his thick cock thwack against my ass, his big head teasing my hole.

I moaned loudly.

“Beg for my Muscle Cock,” he ordered, grinding against my ass.

“Oh FUCK DADDY – please give me your muscle cock,” I pleaded, pressing my ass back against him and moaning with pleasure.

I knew I needed him in me.

He grabbed my hair, pulling my head back so he could whisper in my ear.

“Say it so I can hear it boy.”

His voice was so deep, rumbling against me.

“PLEASE MUSCLE DADDY GIVE YOUR COCK TO YOUR PATHETIC SLUT BOY!” I screamed at the top of my voice, not caring if the whole world heard.

With that I felt his swollen cock head pressing hard against my hole as he grabbed my hips and simultaneously pulled me backwards.

“OH FUCK!” I cried as he entered me.

It felt like I was being split in two as his massive tool slid in. I’d never taken a cock anywhere near this big before.

I knew he wouldn’t wait for me to adjust and sure enough he pressed on, inch by thick inch as I let out continuous screams of pain. I didn’t want him to stop though, needing my Muscle God deep in me.

Take from:

[razostory]

Are Muscles Hot?

Can you imagine being a 19-year-old who doesn’t know he has the body of a god?

Have you ever met a ripped, sexy hunk who was somehow still a virgin?

What if you didn’t know everyone wanted to have sex with you?

Growing up in rural Wisconsin, you could argue that I didn’t have the most typical upbringing. Altogether, I was close with my father, mother, two older brothers, my younger sister, and that was really it. Ultimately, we were only allowed off of our 18-acre property when we were going to church, and other special occasions, leaving little opportunity to meet anyone else. Both of my parents were incredibly religious, believing that our minds would be poisoned by the evils of the outside world. Believe it or not, along with being home-schooled, we were only given access to highly monitored and censored internet, as well as little to no television. This really didn’t leave much else to do, other than farm and yard work, but it wasn’t as bad as it sounds. Don’t get me wrong, my parents were great people who definitely cared for us, they were just a little too overprotective.

As long as we were following their rules, getting our chores done, and completing all of our homework assignments, we had free range to do whatever we wanted during our free time. My oldest brother, Jimmy, was a fat but still pretty strong 22-year-old who enjoyed farming and fixing up old cars with our dad. The middle brother, Joe, was a skinny yet fit 20-year-old who spent most of his time reading any book our parents would approve of in the house. Then, Jessica, was your average seeming 16-year-old girl who spent most of her time with mom, but still managed to get the most computer time out of all us. As for me, I’m Josh, and I love reading, yet not as much as Joe, my real passion being working out.  

When I was younger, I wasn’t really assigned many chores, with my dad and two older brothers taking on all of the work outside. Yet, when I was finally old enough, my parents put me to work, which was initially unbearable. I couldn’t stand feeling so weak, straining after just a little bit of work, and feeling so sore afterwards. Knowing I needed to build up my strength up as quick as possible to help the family, I started using some old gym equipment in the basement that no one had touched in years. Walking down a creaky set of wooden stairs, one would find themselves in an unfinished basement with exposed floor joists and pipes on the celling, half-finished walls, and a concrete floor. On the opposite end of the room, there was an extensive assortment of dumbbells, barbells, and weight plates, along with a bench press, treadmill, smith machine, rowing machine, pulldown machine, machine fly, power tower, cable machine, a chess press machine, an exercise bike, and a leg press—none of which I knew the names of when I first started working out.

According to my father, he had originally purchased the house from a recluse bodybuilder who had left all the equipment behind. Seeing outside work as enough strain on the body, my father and two older brothers never saw any use for what was down there. Personally, I had read little about bodybuilding, yet the possibility that this gym could take me from being a wimp to someone who could really help this family succeed was something that I couldn’t ignore. With that said, I remember being so terrified at first, not knowing how to use any of the equipment down there. Additionally, with terms like “muscles” being blocked on our computer, there wasn’t much that the internet was going to do to help me. I did manage to get some basic training books from my parents, but with few images to go off of for techniques, I was very much on my own.  

During my first night down there I remember trying a little bit of everything, except any of the weight-based machines, which I couldn’t really handle. I felt so small compared to everything in the room, often feeling like I should just give up on this crazy idea. Nevertheless, I persisted, going down to the basement whenever I could, discovering on my own what worked and what didn’t work. Before I knew it, I fell in love, as the gym became second nature; it was a place that I could call my own and push myself to the limits. It took some time, but I finally understood how to use everything down there and could now plan out actual routines day-by-day. I even brought up some 30-pound dumbbells to my room and set up a pull up bar in the door for a light workout wherever I could fit in in the day. Ultimately, it wasn’t long before I started seeing actual real-world progress, which allowed me to keep up with my brothers on chores, and eventually surpass them. In short, the basement gym allowed me to transform from a boy into a man that could do the outside work of two if not three men.

Additionally, although this wasn’t my intention, after years of training my body it began to resemble the shape and form of those seen in anatomy books. When I started working out, I pictured just getting as big as my father or older brother, but my body looked so different. I had actually grown bigger than them, without an ounce of their fat. My body had gone from lanky and thin, to incredibly ripped and tight all over. Even though my parents had taught us the evil that comes from being vain, I couldn’t help but sometimes look at my ever-growing physique in an old, dusty mirror in the basement. When I first started workout I remember wearing average workout clothing, but now I enjoyed working out in a tight sleeveless shirt, allowing me to see my muscles actually grow and pump up. I probably looked smaller than Joe then, yet now, at 19-years-old and 5’11, I was taller and wider than Jimmy, but pure, solid muscle.

Now fully developed, every inch of my body was covered with rock hard muscles that showed through any shirt that I wore. My back muscles looked incredibly chiseled, almost resembling the features of a map, which lead up to the widest of shoulders that made Joe look like a kid next to me. Then, in the front, I had massive pectorals that sometimes made taking a shirt off difficult, and a sculpted set of six abdominals that completely contrasted against Jimmy’s gut. The ab-muscles in particular were accentuated by my shredded obliques and visible v-cut. Then, both my arms and legs looked incredibly thick and veiny, allowing me to lift more weight than anyone in the family. Not that I could ever it admit, but I was proud of what I had accomplished. Yet, what I loved the most was how easy my new body made the work outside. Over the years, Joe has had to do much less work, as I alone accomplish more work than Jimmy and my dad combined. Ultimately, no one seemed to care for my physical transformation, but they very much appreciated how much more I was able to help.

I think that Joe really enjoyed having more time to read and even write, but Jimmy definitely resented me a little for taking the place of the “big” brother. This felt kind of cool, but at the same time I still respected everyone. The family was still my top priority, whether we were working outside or going to church together. Yet, as I completed my education at 18-years-old, I couldn’t help but want more beyond the house I was raised. College seemed like the best opportunity to get out, even for a bit, but I knew my parents wouldn’t go for it. After finally working myself up to asking them, I didn’t hear the end of it. They made it seem like I was betraying the family, that everything they had taught me about the outside world just didn’t stick. Honestly, I felt ashamed, but it was something I wanted, and I wasn’t going to give up.  

It took over half a year, but I was finally able to convince them that if I went to school for agronomy at that University of Wisconsin-Madison, I could learn a lot to bring back to the farm. It seemed that they trusted me not to be tempted by the evils of the world, instead giving me an opportunity to see them for myself and bring back a lot of useful information. Luckily, my home schooling had paid off, where an SAT score of 1560 out of 1600 assured my admittance into the university for the 2018-2019 academic year. I couldn’t believe that I would be leaving the only home I had ever known for at least an entire year—a prospect that was both incredibly terrifying and exciting. Possibly more interesting was the fact that my parents gave me my own cellphone to take there, albeit it could only text and call. With that said, they did decide against a laptop, thinking that I could do my work on the computers in the library. Nevertheless, I was ready for this experience; it was sad to say goodbye to my family, but it was something I needed.

When arriving to the campus for the first time, I observed a completely different world from anything I was used to back home. Outside of the car window you could see what looked like endless rows of buildings, with so many people just lying around on nearby lawns. Yet, as much as I was eager to meet new people, I could see the clear look of disgust over my father’s face. That definitely made me feel a little ashamed of my feelings, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me from actually enjoying myself. Luckily, before I could think about it any further, we arrived at my dorm building, Sullivan Residence Hall. With the amazing nearby view of Lake Mendota from the parking lot, all of my doubt started to fade away.

“I’m starting to regret this decision already,” my dad muttered under his breath, awaking me from my day dreaming.

“Don’t worry dad, you know me, like what’s really the worst that can happen,” I responded back trying to reassure him as best as I could.

“Just remember that you’re here to learn, and nothing else,” he said looking at me with a mixture of fear and trust.

Before I knew it, we were saying our goodbyes, with my dad unable to bring himself to come upstairs and see the dorm. Honestly, it was probably for the best, as this was something that I needed to do on my own. Thus, I grabbed all of my stuff, including a mini fridge and microwave, and placed in a nearby campus housing moving cart. As I rolled it up the sidewalk to the dorm, I waved to my dad as he drove away. Making my way to the door, I was already getting some looks from other students and parents, probably because I was alone. Fortunately, two girls ran up to help me as soon as I got inside.

“Well hey there, my name is Ashley, need any help getting your dorm key,” one of them said while giving me a big smile and playing with her hair.

“Hey, I’m Michelle,” added the other girl with a similar grin and bubbly attitude. “It doesn’t seem like you need ANY help moving in your stuff with those muscles, but we’re here to help make the transition into your dorm room as easy as possible,”

“Actually, I would really appreciate your help, thanks so much,” I responded, happy to see that people were being nice to me already.

Together, we walked over to a desk that had been set up in the middle of lobby, where I was asked to fill out some papers before I was finally given a key to my room. I headed up the elevator to the second floor, where my room, #237, was conveniently located near the elevator. As I got closer, I heard some weird noises coming from the room, which initially made me hesitant to even go inside. But, everyone else seemed to be having fun meeting their new roommates, so I decided to just walk in. Little did I know that as I pushed the cart into the room there would be someone yelling at me from the bed on the other side of the room.

“Jesus dude, I thought you’d at least knock,” said the guy I would later find out was my roommate Patrick.

“Fuck,” cursed the girl that was on top of him, which of course turned out to be his girlfriend, Ariana.

I hate to admit it, but in the moment, I was completely horrified by the site of them making out on his bed. Almost instinctively, I ran out of room, closing the door behind me, and headed to the nearby shared bathroom. I just needed to splash some water on my face and take a breather. Obviously, I knew what sex was, it’s just something totally different to see for the first time. A part of me started to think my parents might have been right about all of this, like come on, something like this on the first day is just, I don’t know. It took a little bit to fully compose myself, but I did want to go back to unpack my stuff. Maybe if I went back over and knocked they’d take it somewhere else.

“Did you see the look on his face,” said Patrick laughing to himself as he put his t-shirt back on. “He honestly looked like he had never seen two people kiss in his life.”

“Who was looking at this face, did you see that body,” responded Ariana as she finished putting on her jeans. “Like, literally every single one of his muscles were popping out of his clothes, and my god those shoulders. I swear to you, he could throw me up against that wall over there and have me any day of the week.”

“I’m not going to lie, even I was turned on a little.”

“Maybe he can fuck my brains out, while you watch. You know we’ve been talking about bringing someone else into this.”

“That actually sounds pretty fun, but I doubt he’d be open to it. Plus, he seems pretty straight to me.”

“It’s not like we’d be asking him to screw you, unless you want to try it. You remember that one drunk night with Derek don’t you.”

“I thought we agreed that we wouldn’t talk about it.”

“You just can’t admit that you enjoyed playing around with him, can you?”

“Fine, if it’ll get you off my back, yes, I would really enjoy feeling up this guy’s ripped body.”

“Now that’s the spirit, I’m wet just thinking about it.”

“Well, he might not even come back. It wouldn’t surprise me if he’s off requesting a single after that reaction.”

“That, or someone else snatched him up…”

“Maybe you should get back to your room and let me work him first, see what’s up, you know.”

“Wow, someone wants him all to themselves. At least give me the details if something happens, and I mean all of them.”

“Uh, just go…”

I needed to man up and get back in that room. I’m just an hour into being on my own, and I’m not going to chicken out already. Yes, I’m terrified, I can admit that, but that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t face this head on. Finally working myself up to it, I left the bathroom and walked back to the room. Standing in front of the door, I let out one final deep breath and knocked twice. “Hey, um, it’s your roommate, Josh, sorry about earlier…can I come in or should I come back later…”

Before I could say anything further, Patrick opened the door to the room. He probably stood at around 5’7, pretty skinny, so I must have looked like a giant to him. Now that I was thinking about it, there really hadn’t been many, if any guys in this residence hall with my body size. This was something that I was at least use to already, plus if for whatever reason I needed to defend myself, they would really come in handy. Nevertheless, hopefully this was all just some misunderstanding and I can finally get this day back on track.

“Hey dude, I’m Patrick,” he said. “Sorry about all of that earlier with my girlfriend Ariana, I hadn’t heard from you, so I wasn’t even sure if you were going to show up or not.”

“Yeah, I really don’t do much social media, so that probably didn’t make it easy,” I responded hoping I wouldn’t have to talk about my living situation back home.

“Huh, yeah, that makes sense. But whatever, let’s try to move past it and just get you settled.”

“Thanks, I’d really appreciate it.”

Wow, I’m so relieved over how well that interaction went. Here I was expected some sort of sex crazed pervert, but it was really just some big misunderstanding. Also, now that I could actually breathe again, I could start putting my stuff away. Getting a closer look at the room, it hit me how small the room actually was, especially for a larger guy like me. Each side of the room featured a desk by the window, a bed in the middle, a small wardrobe, and a closet, all of which left little room in between. On the bright side, it seemed like the school must have cleaned in anticipation for our arrival, as my side of the room was spotless. With that said, for whatever reason they had left my mattress up against the closet and the actual bed frame on its side.

Seeing me staring at the bed, Patrick came over and said, “do you need help moving that bed man, they’re made surprisingly well and really require two people on each side to lift it up. If I’m being honest, it took my girlfriend and I a lot of effort to move mine. That’s actually, um, why she was here in the first place.”

“No, I think I got it,” I responded while I easily grabbed the frame by the middle and turned it over. “That wasn’t bad at all Patrick.” Then I proceeded to pick up the mini fridge and microwave, placing them under the window in between our desks.

“Fuck dude, those muscles aren’t just for show I guess,” stated Patrick in awe.

“Thanks, I’ve really been working on them for a while. I’m glad to see them coming to good use,” I replied, honestly feeling pretty good about myself.

“Um…any chance I could get a look at them,” uttered Patrick, almost begging for it.

“Sure I don’t see why not,” I continued as I flexed my giant left bicep right in his face. It must be pretty crazy to see that someone has arms almost the size of your head. Honestly, I was very curious to see how he would respond, maybe he’d be interested in training with me. If he wanted, I’d definitely be happy to help him get some muscle on his scrawny physique. “So what do you think Patrick, pretty big right?”

“Dude, your arm is insane,” Patrick responded as he reached out and started rubbing it.

The sensation of him touching my body was interesting to say the least. No one had ever been so interested in body before, and I definitely kind of liked it. At the same time though, something about it felt kind of wrong. “So, does this make you want to start working out?”

Beginning to laugh, Patrick replied, “no, I definitely don’t have the commitment to get anywhere close to this, plus, look at me. Really, I just know how to appreciate the body of a real man, and dude, you’re all man. Any chance I could see more?”

“Like this,” I said as I hesitantly lifted my shirt to reveal my giant, monster sized pecs and shredded abs.”

“Holy…fucking…shit man, you’re not a man, you’re some sort of super human, or maybe even a god,” Patrick barely managed to say as he started slowing touching my abs. “I don’t know what to say, I’m just at a loss for words over how beautiful your body is. Like, I can’t stop looking, can’t stop pressing my hand over each muscle. It’s like your body is made of marble, and I’m admiring an amazing piece of art.”

There was so much I wanted to say, but no words came out. This was truly like nothing I had experienced before, someone describing my body like nobody else mattered. I just couldn’t understand the feelings that were coming over me, with his touch sending shivers down my spine that I seemed to enjoy way more than I care to admit. I really wanted to flex for him, showing off everything that I had to offer. He seemed to be enjoying every minute of this, admiring all of the hard work and effort that I put into getting such a ripped body. For him, and for him alone, I tightened all of my muscles, from my abs to my shoulders. Little did I know though that I was stretching my shirt to the max. Each bicep flex or pec bounce was bringing my shirt closer and closer to the brim until one final double bicep ripped the shirt clean off leaving my upper body fully exposed. I don’t know what happened in that moment, but Patrick quickly let out a loud groan before covering his lap and running out of the room without saying a word.  

With the slam of the door waking me up from some sort of hypnotic trance, I just needed to sit down on the bed and really think this over. I cultivated this body for its strength, but here I was letting some guy touch it for whatever other reason. Obviously, I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it, but that doesn’t mean that I should have. Him touching my body made me feel powerful, as if I had something Patrick could only dream of having. Ultimately, I think his jealousy must have just gotten the best of him, and he just had to get out of the room. The thought of being such a scrawny weakling compared this sculpted physique must have been too much for him I guess. But then, that’s when I looked down and noticed that my penis was beginning to press up against my jeans. I couldn’t believe what was going on…what had this encounter awakened inside of me?

Running up to Ariana’s dorm room, Patrick knocked on her door over and over again until she finally opened it. Yet, before either of them could say anything, Patrick ran over her bed, still covering his crotch. He laid trying to hide the substantially wet area, which it didn’t seem that Ariana had initially noticed.

“Woah, woah, woah, what just happened,” yelled out Ariana.

“It’s amazing,” responded Patrick with a mixture of shame and lust in his voice.

“What are you talking about?”

“I got to see his body, it’s beyond perfect.”

“No fucking way, you have to tell me everything.”

“Look at my pants, that should tell you enough.”

“Holy shit, he made you cum without even taking your pants off.”

“I don’t even know what happened, like one minute he was flexing, then all of a sudden he accidentally ripped his shirt off and I just lost it I guess. He has some of the biggest, most perfectly proportioned muscles that I’ve ever seen in my life. Plus, he clearly loved the attention, like he was flexing all over without me even prompting him. It’s like the world just stopped for a moment and his incredible body was just mine for the taking.”

“God, you’re making me wet just talking about that.”

“Honestly, I was just so embarrassed that I had to get out of the room. Who knows what he must be thinking now…”

“Well, all I know is that I need to get a piece of him, ASAP, and we need to get you cleaned up.”

“ Ha, ha, ha, you’re hilarious.”

“Let’s plan it out though, maybe we can actually make this happen…”

Nothing I was doing seemed to be calming my…member…it was like it had a mind of its own. Every time I tried to think of something else, like upcoming classes or how work must be progressing back home, my mind would just drift back to the moment with Patrick. I just couldn’t get over how much he seemed to adore every single one of my muscles. He was especially fond of my pectoral muscles, which his constant rubbing of had made my nipples hard and sensitive. That’s it, I had to do something, maybe a nice warm shower would put my mind at ease and calm my nerves. I decided to toss my completely torn up t-shirt into the trash, grab a change of clothes and a towel, and then head over to the bathroom with my shower caddy. With most people still moving everything into their rooms and setting up, the showers would likely be nice and quiet. Yet, on my way there, I focused most of my energy on hiding my slight bulge, which caused me to accidentally bump into some skinny little guy. I kept going, which I felt really bad over, but I couldn’t risk anyone seeing me in such a state.

Arriving to the bathroom, I realized that this was now the second time I had come in here to deal with such intense feelings. I’ve read and studied so much, but it seems like nothing could have prepared me for such interactions other than actually participating in them. Nevertheless, I walked up to one of the private shower stalls and turned the water on, getting it nice and warm. Just like before, I wanted to move past this; as good as all of this made me feel, I honestly just felt disgusted with myself. So, I stripped down completely, putting all of my belongings to the side and stepped under the shower head. The water felt so good as it covered my body, I was finally starting to feel relaxed.

Yet, my experience with Patrick seemed to have altered how I viewed my body, almost as if I was beginning to see it through his eyes. Yes, I’ve admired my progress in the gym basement plenty of times before, that I can admit. But, after seeing Patrick’s reaction, I couldn’t help but look down at my incredible physique glistening under the water. As the shower stream hit each of my muscles, it accentuated them so well that I honestly began to wish there was a mirror in there to get a better look. It was fascinating to see the flow of water down the different ridges of my muscles, even just the effort the water actually needed to put in to get down. I don’t know what came over me, but I actually started to rub my own chest and abdominal muscles. I put in the effort, so I deserved to enjoy my body too, which was really just so hard from all those hours in the gym. I would have kept going, yet I was startled by someone turning on the shower next to me.

Come on, this needed to stop right now. I came in here to relax and get a hold of myself but here I was looking down at my body and experiencing such vanity. Yes, I looked fantastic, even down to my massive, shredded quadriceps and calves, but that didn’t give me the right to act like some self-absorbed narcissist. Luckily, it seemed like my penis had finally calmed down, so I decided to just shampoo my hair, lather up my body, and head back to the room. But, as I was finishing up and drying myself off, I came to the horrifying conclusion that I had actually grabbed Patrick’s clothes in the rush. He had a very similar pair of dark blue jeans and white t-shirt, but when I held them up they looked like kids’ clothes compared to my body. I don’t think I could get either the shirt or pants on, let alone move around in them. My only option was to walk back to the room in a towel, which I had done a million times back home, just not with this many people running around the halls.

Grabbing all of my belongings, and barely fitting my towel around my waste, I opened the curtain and headed toward the door out of the bathroom. Yet, as I passed by the sinks, I couldn’t help but look at my muscles in the reflection of the mirrors, which were still covered in a light coat of water. After getting a good look, I decided to an abdominal and thigh pose, which really showed off how shredded my body had become. Yet, I had forgotten that there was someone else in the bathroom, and that’s when I saw them in a towel across the room, dropping their shower caddy upon seeming me flexing.

“Now, that’s not fair at all,” said the guy who was clearly staring at my abdominal muscles.

“Sorry, I don’t normally do this,” I replied feeling pretty embarrassed.

“No, don’t worry about it,” he responded as he started to walk closer, “if I looked like that I’d probably be flexing all of the time. I’m Lucas by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Josh,” I said as we found each other right in front of one another. “I completely forgot that there was someone else in here, so I guess I just decided to have a little fun.”

“Oh I bet you have a lot of fun,” he replied seemingly looking me up and down.

I wasn’t really sure what he meant by that, but it was clear that he was giving me the same look that Patrick had earlier. Although Lucas was likely the same height as Patrick, I couldn’t help but notice that he was a little toned, but still skinny, with a face that was honestly kind of pretty. As he looked at each of my muscles, I just took the time to look him over, something that almost felt instinctual, as if it were impossible not to stare. I’m not sure how much time passed between this interaction, but I honestly didn’t care to know. Then, before I could even consider moving away, Lucas reached out his right hand and lightly grazed my abs, letting out a soft moan.

“You like…abs,” I questioned, almost unsure of what I was saying.

“Well, who doesn’t,” Lucas responded as he moved his fingers up and down each of my abs, attempting, and failing, to push down on each.

“I honestly had no idea people would want to touch my muscles so much,” I replied as a tightened my ab-muscles for him.

“Very funny, they are gorgeous though, like really beautiful,” Lucas said as he licked his lips. “What I really love though are these V-shaped muscles,” he added as he began to rub and grab a hold of them.

I had honestly never thought much about these muscles, but his touch felt out of this world. With that being said, I didn’t really get why he was enjoying them so much. Yes, it didn’t seem like many people had them, plus they are incredibly tight, but they were kind of just there. The issue came when I attempted to give him a better look, which cause my towel to unknot and fall to the floor. I was left completely exposed as Lucas’s eyes widened. He had stopped touching my muscles, now staring in awe down at my penis and huge leg muscles.

“Okay, now that’s actually incredibly unfair,” Lucas finally managed to articulate. “How can you look like a god among men and have a monster sized cock. Like I’m pretty skinny, but at least I’ve always been proud of my dick size,” said Lucas as he dropped his own towel to reveal a fully erect penis. “Your fucking dick though…Jesus it blows mine out of the water. You really are big all over, plus that giant ass…for fucks sake…”

Then, as I noticed some light liquid drip from his penis, Lucas began to reach down towards my penis, as if going to grab it. The thought of him doing that didn't feel right, which prompted me to quickly move back. This completely took Lucas by surprise, so much so that he slipped on some water on the floor and began to fall backwards. Luckily, I was able to act quickly and grabbed him from behind. With my left hand covering his naked butt, and my right hand holding up his neck, we were less than a few inches away from one another. This was enough for him to find his face right in my giant pectorals, his member rubbing against my shredded abs, and my own growing penis caught right between his legs.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my…GOD,” shouted Lucas as he began almost convulsing in my arms, shaking rapidly before quickly stopping.

Before long, Lucas had freed himself from my hold, now laying on the floor in some incredibly euphoric like state. That’s when I noticed a white cream all over my chest and abdominal muscles that had an unusual scent to it. Seeing some more on his penis, I concluded that he must have had the same experience that I’ve woken up to certain nights. But, those have only happened while I was sleeping, yet for Lucas he was put in such a state that it all came out at once in the day. It seemed that being in such a state of pleasure, experiencing immense adoration for my ripped, muscular physique, triggered him into ejaculating. Long story short, it was me, my body, my reactions to his touch, my proximity to his body that brought him over the edge. With Patrick having a similar reaction, he must have felt the same; both of them couldn’t get enough of my body, sending them into bliss. Just even this image was amazing, a giant, hulking man standing tall over a skinny guy that was on the floor, just barely recovering from our interaction.

My own penis began to grow harder the more I thought about it, so I really needed to get out of here before I fully lost control of my body. I wrapped my towel around my waste again, but as I was grabbing my things, I remembered the semen that was coating my upper body. Looking around, I grabbed Lucas’s towel and managed to wipe most it off. Then, I ran back to the shower and quickly finished washing the rest off with soap and water. As I was getting ready to leave, I saw that Lucas was finally getting up off of the floor, almost in a daze. Then, while I was walking down the hall it felt like everyone was staring at my body. Were they just looking at my muscles, or was it possible that they might have heard what was going on in the bathroom?

As I finally made it back to the room, my head was spinning, I didn’t know what to think. Never in my life was I so happy to find an empty room, God only knows how Patrick would have reacted to seeing me like this with a slightly erect penis. Dropping my towel onto the floor, and throwing my belongings over to the bed, I ran to my suit case to get something to put on. Looking to put something on that wasn’t so revealing, I quickly came to realize how good I actually looked in all of my clothing. No matter what shirt or pair of pants I wore, everything looked so tight on me. In particularly, most of my shirts exposed an insane set of pectorals and barely constricted my boulder sized biceps, with at least half of them showing off my stunning ab-muscles. Ultimately, I just decided to put on the same white shirt that I originally planned, with some jeans that barely fit around my tree trunk legs.

Luckily, enough time had passed to allow my penis to return to normal, the urges themselves completely subsiding. This gave me the clarity to actually unpack all of my belongings and fix up my side of the room. Everything was actually beginning to look up, until I heard a knock at the door that made me jump. I imagine that it wasn’t Patrick, as he’d likely just come in, so maybe it was his girlfriend looking for him. But, when I opened door, it was actually Ashley and Michelle from earlier. What could they possibly want?

“Hey, um Josh was it,” Michelle said in a cheery tone, “we were wondering if you’d be able to help us out with something?”

“Sure, I actually just finished setting up my side of the room, so happy to help,” I responded feeling relieved.

“Amazing, we could really use a strong guy like you, we have all of this orientation stuff to move for tomorrow and I don’t know how they expected us to move it all into a storage room in the lounge by ourselves,” added Ashley while she grabbed me by the arm. “We’ll show you where the boxes are in the lobby and head over to the storage room after."

When we got down to the lobby, I realized that they were not exaggerating. Right by the sign-in desk were ten boxes, which seemed to be tightly packed with materials. With the two of them barely managing to carry one box together, I pretty easily carried four of them on our way to the storage room. Walking in, it wasn’t a very big room, with shelving on the left and the right just barely having enough room to fit all of these boxes. Then, we went back for the rest of them, and since the girls were exhausted from the first box, I decided to carry the remaining five, which still wasn’t too bad. If I’m being honest though, it was kind of like a little workout, I was definitely getting a slight pump from it.

“Wow Josh, we knew you were strong, but being able to carry five of those boxes like it’s nothing, that’s kind of hot if you ask me,” said Ashley as she let the storage room door close while I was putting the boxes down.    

“Seriously, there must be something we could do to repay you,” added Michelle as she walked closer to me.

After my experiences with Patrick and Lucas, I knew exactly where this was going. I needed to get out of here as fast as I could; there was no way I was going to let this situation play out again. At the same time, I was getting curious, I needed to know what was going on with everyone in this residence hall. All I had done was work out to help my family on the farm, but for whatever reason everyone was obsessed with getting a piece of my body. Ultimately, both Ashley and Michelle were petite, skinny girls, I was obviously in charge of the situation and could call off this little experiment whenever I wanted. Maybe I’m just rationalizing this, but really what was the worst that could happen if I let this go on for a bit.

“I don’t know, what can you do,” I asked, trying to egg them on.

Then, before I could say anything else, Ashley and Michelle each put one of their hands on one of my pecs as they slowly pushed me up against the back wall of the storage room. After that, while beginning to breath heavily, they both started to feel up my body through my clothes. They were practically starving animals, not sure what to pick at first, but wanting anything and everything in sight. I couldn’t believe that two perfectly normal seeming girls could become so ravenous for my muscles. Soon enough though, it seemed like they had had enough fun with my clothes on, with Michelle going for my shirt and Ashley going for my pants. Yet, as enjoyable as this situation was so far, there was some hilarity in seeing them attempt this feat of strength. As Michelle could barely push my shirt over my pecs, let alone reach that far, Ashley was having no luck what so ever getting my jeans past my quads. Starting to feel bad for them, I decided to help them out, which ultimately left me in just my dark blue Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Up against the wall, with the light in the storage room aimed right at me, I really must have looked like a hunk.

“Shit,” yelled out Ashley as she stuck one of hands into her shorts and began rubbing vigorously.

I expected a similar reaction from Michelle, but it seemed like the sight of my body up against the wall was enough for her. When I turned to look at her she started to shake ever so slightly, moaning heavily until her shorts looked like they were getting soaked. I didn’t fully understand it, but these two girls were having incredibly powerful reactions to just seeing me like this. But, that wasn’t the end of it, as when I turned back to Ashley she was walking right up to me. I was unsure of her next move until she began rubbing her wet hand against my abs as she started to lick the deep crack between my pecs and sucking on my left nipple. The latter was a move that sent a shock through my system immediately. Then, before I could even fully register and understand these intense feelings, Michelle started grabbing onto my left bicep, which I flexed for her as she began to lick and suck on it. Here I was, stuck between two beautiful women that seemingly couldn’t get enough of me. It’s as if my muscles had the ability turn on some sort of hunger or thirst within them that needed to be satiated. Plus, their wet, warm mouths felt like heaven on my skin, almost putting me in a trance.

Then, as Michelle was transitioning to licking my tight abs, Ashley had stepped back, now guiding my left hand into her shorts. I really didn’t know how I felt about this, almost as if I was crossing a line, but I had made it this far. Although I had no idea what I was doing, she guided my hand into her vagina, which prompted her to start screaming, in what I can only imagine was pleasure. As I moved my hand around, it was becoming drenched in liquid, which was clearly different from the semen I had all over my abs in the bathroom. With my hand in an awkward position, I did something almost instinctually that pushed Ashley over the edge and further excited me. With greater ease than lifting those boxes, I grabbed Ashley with the same hand, lifted her off of the ground, and placed her on a nearby tall box that was already in the room.

As I continued to play with Ashley’s vagina, Michelle decided she wanted a piece of the action. Removing all of her clothes, and expecting me to be able to support her, she jumped, trying to rub her vagina against my abs of steel. Obviously, this wasn’t an issue, so I had her wrap her legs around my massive, shredded back, and I supported her with my free hand. This proper positioning allowed her to frantically rub her clitoris against my abs, which I tightened for her as hard as I could. I really enjoyed the soft skin of her body, especially her breasts, moving up and down my own hard body. In the meantime, Ashley had now taken off her own clothes, basically drenching the box below her. I couldn’t believe this sight, two girls reduced to putty in my hands, me alone somehow able to satisfy the both of them. From my hands to my insane calves, I was covered in their juices, and it felt amazing. I felt so incredibly powerful, but before I could fully cherish it, the girls had had enough.

“God Josh, you’re some sort of sex machine, how is this possible,” screamed Ashley as she let out her final moans, falling back against the box she was sitting on.

“I wish this would never end, FUCK, I’m orgasming everywhere,” yelled out Michelle as she finally seemed to run dry and stopped rubbing against my abs.

With the stock room now a complete mess, Ashley and Michelle appeared beyond exhausted after this ordeal. Gently placing Michelle on another nearby box, the two of them were breathing incredibly heavily, and seemed as if they couldn’t move. Then, I looked down, noticing that my penis had now become fully erect. It had to be at least eight inches long, with a significant thickness that I wasn’t sure I could accurately calculate. Yet, most importantly, I felt like I wanted to reach down and grab it more than ever. That’s when the complete totality of the situation really set in for me. If anything, this was exactly what my parents had warned me about, all I could think about in the moment was sex. I had helped Ashley and Michelle be incredibly sinful, and here I was left standing only wanting more. Leaving the two girls in the room to recompose themselves, I quickly put on my clothes, did my best to hide my large erection, and decided to go outside to get some fresh air.

Running to a bench by the lake, I took a seat, taking in a few deep breaths to calm myself. I had been warned about the evils of the world, and here I was, this whole day, being the catalyst for it in others. If I was being honest, I was debating going home, or maybe just staying away from everyone as much as I could. As I was deep in such thoughts, it took some time before I finally noticed that sitting on another bench to the left of me was a guy staring at me. My immediate thought was here we go again, but I really wanted to control myself this time. I was able to keep such urges locked away until now, I should be able to do it again.

“So are you the Sullivan Hunk that everyone on campus is talking about,” said the stranger in an almost joking tone, “I’m Stephen, happy to meet a celebrity.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I responded, completely perplexed at what he meant.

“Well,” he replied, “Ashley and Michelle have been telling everyone how attractive you and your muscles are. Plus, apparently, you’ve effortlessly made Patrick and Lucas uncontrollably cum themselves. Even if it’s just the first day, stuff like that can build you a reputation.”

“Oh my God,” I said as I covered my face with my hands, almost close to tears. “I didn’t mean to do any of that, plus I let the situation with Ashley and Michelle in the storage room get completely out of hand. I just wanted to come to college, make some friends, and learn something new about the world. I’ve never done anything like this in my life. It’s not like I’ve actually cum before…”

“Woah, dude, you need to relax,” said Stephen reassuringly, “we definitely need to circle back to that storage room incident, but what do you mean you’ve never cum before?”

“Well, growing up, I was homeschooled, so I didn’t have any friends,” I replied more calmly, “and my parents demonized anything sexual, violent, or anything in between really.”

“Man, you were repressed as a kid, no wonder you’re all over the place with this,” said Stephen seeming genuinely concerned. “It really is a recipe for disaster, you have the body that everyone dreams of having sex with, but you have no idea what you’re doing, and think you’re somehow a horrible person for having natural biological urges. Now, you’re just running away from people, while failing to cover up your massive boner on a bench outside.”

As I attempted, and failed, to better conceal my bulge, I replied, “It just feels so wrong, and ever since I’ve come onto this campus, it just seems like I can’t control it.”

“Jesus, of course you can’t control it, the only way to relieve your cock is to actually cum,” chuckled Stephen. “Go masturbate or have sex with one of the dozens of people on campus that are thirsting for you right now. If you just keep avoiding this, it’s always going to feel like an uncontrollable urge that needs to be satiated.”

“I guess…but isn’t it still wrong,” I said as I audibly gulped.

“Hey, I get it, you were raised to think that stuff like this is sinful, but come on,” Stephen replied, hoping to make me feel better. “You have to come to your own conclusions about sex, but, ultimately, the urges aren’t some sort of master plan to make you evil, their biological needs that should be met in healthy outlets that you see as appropriate. No one can, nor should, make you do anything, but think about your current situation. Do you want to stay like this, or move on and grow?”

Honestly, Stephen was making a lot of sense right now. Here I was, suffering, because I didn’t want to allow myself to experience something that felt so natural. Sure, none of the situations I had found myself in today were the prettiest, yet you could argue there was some beauty to them. While I was trying to repress my thoughts and feelings, all of these people were actively enjoying themselves, and they weren’t monsters for doing so. I can’t imagine any of them being sent to eternal damnation for it, so why would I be? Also, I was so tired of these feelings controlling me, if cumming was the only way to get rid of them, actually experiencing sex or masturbation, then that’s what I needed to do now.

“Well,” Stephen said as he put his hand on my leg and started to get up, “I really wish you the best of luck, and, whatever you decide, I just hope you aren’t so hard on yourself.”

Without even thinking, I uncontrollably blurted out, “can you help me?”

Stephen, who’s back was already turned to me, stopped dead in his tracks and replied, “what do you mean?”

“I’ve cum in my sleep before obviously, but I’ve never masturbated,” I reluctantly responded, “and this boner is killing me right now.”

Stephen turned around, and what was confidence during our previous conversation had now become shock, if not fear. “I just want this to be clear…when I walked over here I had no intention of using you for your body. Christ man, you’re a god among men, and I’d love to help, but don’t feel like you need to give me anything. Plus, I’m just your average looking guy, you could do so much better...”

“Stephen, I want this to happen, it’s my choice,” I replied as I began to unzip my jeans and pull them down to my knees with my underwear. Also, to provide greater incentive, I managed to lift my shirt over my head, now revealing my gorgeous physique to Stephen.

Out of everyone so far, Stephen was the fastest to a full erection, which was clearly visible through his shorts, and probably around half the size of mine. At first, I thought he had decided against it, with his body frozen in time a few feet away from mine. Then, he began to slowly walk over, looking me up and down, almost reluctant to even sit next to me. He finally managed to build up the courage to sit down, lightly touching my pecs, before retracting his hand. For once, I think I was the comfortable one in the situation. Stephen looked as if he was in a dream, or maybe I was going to say just kidding and walk away. I don’t know what came over me, but I wrapped my arm around him, pushing him closer to me, as I moved his hand to my leg, right next to my monstrous cock. Stephen didn’t move though, he was breathing heavily not because he was sexually attracted, but because he was scared.

“I swear…I’m not always like this,” Stephen finally managed to let out, “I’ve just never seen someone like you…you’re basically my dream guy. I can’t wait to give you a hand job, I just need to build myself up to it.”

Then, it happened, Stephen managed to barely wrap his hand around my penis. I felt electricity coursing through my body as he began to move his hand up and down the shaft. Something was building up inside of me as light liquid began to appear on the head of my dick. It felt like I could let go of the pleasure at any moment, but I wanted to feel it for as long as I could hold it. It only became harder and harder to do so as he started sucking on one of my nipples and rubbing my dick faster and faster. This was the greatest pleasure I had felt in my entire life, but I wanted to return the favor. As he was playing with my cock, I stuck my hand into his shorts and began to give him a hand job. I was beginning to moan as I got closer and closer to cumming, but Stephen began to breathe incredibly fast and groan loudly just from my touch.

This was my first real time, but I was thinking that maybe my pelvic muscles were helping me hold it back for as long as I could. Stephen on the other hand, stood no chance in this situation, beginning to cum all over my hand and his underwear in a matter of seconds. That’s when he did something that truly surprised me. Stephen got off the bench, knelt down in from me, and managed to stick about two and a half inches of my cock into his mouth. Sucking on the head of my dick in particular, brought me even greater pleasure than ever before. But then, something came over me, almost as if biology stepped in, and I went on auto pilot. I gently grabbed the back of his head, pushing it further onto my penis, as I began to rhythmically push my pelvis up and down. At this point, with a max of four inches in his mouth at a time, the pleasure became almost unbearable, and then, it happened. I was unable to hold back, letting out stream after stream of semen into Stephen’s mouth, it seemed endless. Eventually, he couldn’t swallow any further and began choking on it. Yet, my cock wasn’t done, so when he removed it from his mouth, it began to cover his face and clothes. I had no idea how much time passed, but eventually, I managed to stop. I was seriously shaking from the pleasure…how could something that feels so good be so wrong after all?

“Holy shit, HOLY SHIT, I think I’ve peaked sexually,” yelled out Stephen, “that was better than any other sexual encounter I’ve had in my life. Man, you’re a natural, you don’t need me at all, you just have to stop thinking so much about it and just fucking do it. Jesus, it’s like that body of yours was made for sex, it just knows.”

Everything that Stephen was saying was pretty inappropriate, but I couldn’t help blushing a little. I was so scared of anything sexual earlier in the day, but here I was, feeling like I could actually do this, and it was perfectly acceptable that I could. Also, I was finally beginning to love how much sexual power my muscles actually gave me over people. Playing around with someone like this was such an incredible turn on, and if my body really was the ideal male physique, that should only add to it. With all of that said, I was still far from satiated, it seemed like my body was ready to cum for days. If I was really going to get this out of my system and control my sexual drive to function when I wanted it to, I was going to need more experience. Yet, looking down at Stephen’s exhausted frame, it seemed like I was going to have to turn somewhere else.

“Wow Stephen, that was amazing, I had no idea what I was missing,” I said as I put my shirt back on and zipped up my jeans.

“You’re telling me,” Stephen responded as he got up from the floor, “but now I need a shower and a change of clothes. I’m actually drenched from head to toe in your cum.”

Honestly, my time with Stephen really changed my perspective, both our conversation and the actual sex we had. Ultimately, I think that all of my encounters today were slowly impacting me, and it just took someone sitting me down and talking it through with me to really push me over the edge. With that said, I still have a lot to learn, but for now I think I’m just going to head back to my room and relax for a bit before maybe heading to the dining hall for dinner later. Yet, little did I know that I was in for a completely different night. When I made it back to my dorm room I found Patrick and Ariana sitting on his bed talking. I could immediately tell from the look that they gave me that they wanted a piece of me. Finally, I was ready to take charge for once and have some of my own fun.

“Hey Josh, where have you been, we thought you’d be chilling in the room,” asked Patrick, seeming to have some sort of ulterior motive.

“Well, I finally got my side of the room in order,” I responded, “and then I guess I’ve just been having some fun with people.”

“Oh Josh, we’ve heard exactly what you’ve been up to,” replied Ariana as she got up from the bed, “and we want the Ashley and Michelle treatment.”

Stephen was completely right, the word about me has gotten around really fast. Even if I did feel more liberated, it was still embarrassing for people to think of me as some type of man whore. Maybe I can get this out of my system right now and chill out on the sex for a bit, might even be nice to find something more meaningful. With that said, the fact that Ariana and Patrick were aware of my sexual encounters, and interested helping me further explore them, made this a lot easier. So, it was time to stop thinking, and just let my body do what it wanted. Before Ariana could get in another word, I brought her in closer and kissed her on the lips. This triggered something in her, as she came back and started making out with me. This was my first time kissing someone, but something about it felt natural.

“Fuck, guess I underestimated ole Josh over here,” said Patrick as he pulled his pants off and started rubbing his dick through his underwear.

In that moment, I felt so close with Ariana, and I wanted more. With ease, I picked her up off of the ground as I continued to make out with her. She also seemed to know exactly what to do, wrapping her legs around my waste. This was incredible, I was fully in control of the situation and felt like I was doing the right thing. Then, as we were making out, Ariana began to rub her body against my massive pecs and rippling abs, a clear sign that she was ready for more. That’s when I decided to drop her on my bed and shed some extra clothes. Almost like tissue paper, I grabbed my shirt and ripped it off my body, exposing the torso of a god. With Ariana already getting wet, and Patrick beginning to stroke his cock harder behind me, I ripped the jeans clean off of my body as well, my herculean legs finally able to breathe. All that was left on my body was my boxer briefs, in which an enormous cock was outlined, begging to be freed.

Breathing heavily and moaning ever so slightly, Ariana managed to say, “fuck me like there’s no tomorrow Josh, show much how much of a man you really are…”

I didn’t need much more encouragement than that to take this to the next level. As Ariana was beginning to take off her clothes, I just decided to rip them off of her body myself, including her panties and bra, watching the fibers tear like nothing under the force of my raw power. Nothing was going to stop me from claiming her as my own in that moment, plus it was also so exciting to know that Patrick was watching us. How it must have felt to see a real man bring his girlfriend to levels of pleasure unlike she had ever experienced. Patrick was visibly, and physically, unable to provide Ariana with what I could offer. Now that she was naked, I sat her up on the bed, brought her closer to me, and started sucking one her breasts. This had brought me so much pleasure in the past, and Ariana’s screams of ecstasy told me it worked just as well for her. As I did this, she wrapped her arms around my back, taking advantage of the position to feel up each and every one of my back muscles. There were so many little ridges and crevasses, all hard as marble to the touch, almost like its own landscape. Behind me, I also noticed that Patrick had finally pulled out his dick and was fully masturbating now, unable to look away. Just being honest, his cock was nowhere near as impressive as mine.

Barely able to get a word in between her screams of immense pleasure, Ariana finally said, “we heard how massive your cock was, so we got a large and an extra-large condom for you to try on.”

I’m not going to lie, it was such a relief to see her take charge of this. Yes, I wanted to stick my cock into her pussy, but it was still a little scary doing it for the first time. With that said, I didn’t want them to know that, ruing the illusion. I stopped playing with Ariana’s breasts and left her on my bed so that I could go over to Patrick’s desk and grab the condoms. Managing to squeeze my underwear off, past my gigantic, sculpted quads, I revealed my incredible dick to the both of them. Still staring in awe, I passed the large condom to Ariana. “Put it on now,” I powerfully demanded. Not questioning who was in charge, Ariana desperately tried to put it on my cock, failing to fit it around the girth.

“Jesus fucking Christ, it’s that big, it’s that fucking big,” stated Ariana as she managed to fit the extra-large condom over my throbbing cock.

Finally ready to go, I grabbed Ariana and slowly slipped half of my cock into her tight little pussy. I was not prepared for the pleasure I was experiencing, this truly was heaven on Earth. Taking her off the bed, I started fucking her standing up, harder and harder, faster and faster, deeper and deeper. Her screams of ecstasy only getting louder, I honestly thought I might be breaking her, but she didn’t want me to stop. I was just getting started, but Ariana had orgasmed at least two or three times already, with this finally pushing Patrick over the edge.

“Oh my god Josh, your body was made for sex, what you’re able to do, holy shit,” screamed Patrick as his came got all over the bed.

Patrick was having the time of his life watching, but Ariana was in some sort of next level trance, unable to say anything audible other than moans, screams, and occasionally saying my name. Wanting to get in on the fun, Patrick quickly took off his clothes and came over to rub my flexing back muscles and rock-solid ass. Hoping to make this fucking more stable, I grabbed my bed with one hand and threw it out the way. This gave me access to push Ariana up against the wall next to my bed, now fucking her with all of my power. I think it was so much that she was actually coming in and out of consciousness in the process. It must have been difficult, but during this, Patrick got up the courage to begin sucking my asshole. I hadn’t experienced this yet, but it added a whole other layer of pleasure to the situation.

Before long, I was getting close, my body could only handle so much pleasure. Ariana was at least on her sixth orgasm, but when she realized I was beginning to cum, she had another one. I groaned loudly like a bear conquering his prey. I quickly pulled out of her pussy, her body sliding to the floor, and I ripped the condom off of my exploding cock. Countless streams of cum started covering her face and breasts, with Patrick running over to eagerly have some of it. Whether or not it matters, I had finally lost my virginity, destroying Ariana’s vagina in the process. Now it was time to fully take care of Patrick, who had had his own fun, but needed some personal attention. I grabbed him by the arm and threw him on his bed, a move that definitely turned him on a lot.

Almost afraid to ask, Patrick said, “can I fuck your pecs?”

Unsure of what he really meant by this, I let him go for it, knowing it would be a fun time. He asked me to lean up against the wall and he climbed up on top of me. With his cock right in front of my pecs, he leaned towards me, placing his hands up against the wall. Then, he began thrusting his cute little cock right between my two pecs. Finally getting what was going on, I started massaging his penis by flexing and unflexing my chest, while also making sure to add a little fun and bounce my pecs up and down every so often. Honestly, he was in so much ecstasy that he looked like he was possessed or something. It didn’t take long before he had an Earth-shattering orgasm all over my monster sized pecs, some even getting some in my mouth. I don’t know why, but this was such a turn on, especially seeing him so exhausted in this position. Realizing there was another extra-large condom on the desk I grabbed it, put it on, and laid Patrick flat on the bed. Without a care in the world, I started to fuck his brains out, giving each other such immense pleasure. They were all right, I really was a sex machine, a god among men, and I loved every minute of it. It didn’t take long before we were both cumming again, and the fun continued seemingly all night long. At this point I’ve lost count over how many times we all orgasmed that night…damn was the room a mess.

The next morning I woke up with my cock still in Patrick’s ass, having fully recovered from the intense workout last night. I couldn’t say the same for Ariana and Patrick though, they were probably going to need to stay in bed the whole day, if not the entire weekend. I still had plenty of energy to spare so I decided to take a shower, hit the gym, and get some breakfast. Having this time to myself, I was really able to think over what fully happened yesterday. Yes, my parent’s teachings completely repressed my sexual desire, but at the same time I didn’t want to become some sexual maniac. Last night, and really all throughout the day, I was able to get a lot of the initial insanity out of my system. Of course I wanted to have more sex, but that didn’t mean that it had to happen 24/7. Ultimately, there had to be some happy middle ground between endless sex and none at all—maybe some actual friendships, if not a relationship, is really what I needed in the mix.

Speaking of which, as I was walking back from the dining hall, passed the lobby, when I noticed someone sitting in the main lounge watching television. Upon closer inspection, I realized that it was the guy I had body slammed when I was running to take a shower yesterday. I really regret not giving him an actual apology, so I decided to run in and maybe have a little chat with him. In hindsight, this probably wasn’t the smartest idea, as he jumped the minute I entered the room. One, I feel like I can look pretty intimidating after the gym, two, I’ve developed a pretty bad reputation, and three, I pushed the guy to the ground once already.

Looking scared out of his mind, the guy yelled out, “Please don’t hurt me, I’m sorry for running into you yesterday, it was a total accident.”

Laughing to myself, and sitting down on the couch next to him, I responded, “No, I came in here to apologize to you, I was a total jerk yesterday. Please, if there is anything I could do to make it up to you, let me know.”

“Oh, that’s not where I expected this go at all,” he replied, “for a second there I thought I might have been a goner. You don’t need to give me anything though, accidents happen.”

“How about I just chill with you and watch whatever this is,” I stated, “I can order us some food and show you I’m not a total dickhead.”

“Deal…,” he said, “but are you trying to tell me that you don’t know what Game of Thrones is? Plus, I’m not going to lie, but you kind of smell. Early morning workout?”

“I didn’t watch much television growing up, or really have access to the internet, so I don’t really follow this kind of stuff,” I replied. “I can go take a shower though and come back down if you want.”

“Huh,” he responded, “I guess we’ll have to start off with episode one then. Also, if we’re being honest, I kind of like the smell,” he said as he blushed, not realizing what he had said until after the fact.  

Laughing, I said, “Sounds good, I’m Josh by the way.”

Still pretty red from his earlier comment, he stated, “I’m Chris…happy to meet you.”

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The locker room loser

Keith strutted into the deserted gym next to Orchid University. He loved working out late at night, jumping to whatever exercise he felt doing and not having to wait at any of the machines. Not that other guys made him wait. His 6'3 and 242 pound frame not only earned him success on the football field, it also intimidated anyone that got in his way. Not to mention the attention of the girls… He continued past the deserted counter and entered the locker room. He put his bag on a bench and began getting out his shake and towel.

"Hi, Keith".

The faint voice made Keith turn around and he stared down at the skinny guy that had just entered. He recognized Tyrone, some skinny freshman who worked in the gym. He nodded and returned to his stuff.

"What are you training tonight?", the little guy asked, "Or just a quick workout for football?".

Great. A talker, just what I need. Why do guys that wanna talk don't go to bars?, Keith thought as he tried to ignore the guy.

"Not in a mood to talk? Focused on training, he?", Tyrone went on.

Keith turned to face the guy with an annoyed look on his face. He noticed how the shirt hung like a tent on the freshman's pathetic body and how his shorts covered his legs almost completely. He unzipped his hoody and took it off, revealing his heavily muscled torso highlighted by his skintight tank top.

Tyrone gulped at the sight of the round shoulders that stuck out like bowling balls to support the thick arms.

A smug grin formed on Keith's face at the small guy's reaction. "Training builds muscle. Ya should try it", he said and casually bounced his pecs.

"Tough guy, he", Tyrone replied, "Want to test your strength?". He motioned to a weird machine placed at the end of the row of lockers.

It was some old-looking grip strength tester. It had an electronic display in the center and below there were four metal handles.

"Ya want to go up against me? In a test of strength?", Keith asked laughingly and throw a double bicep pose. His meaty arms swelled to their 20 inches of muscle covered with some fat.

"Just for fun", Tyrone said without taking his eyes from the orbs atop the large guy's arms as he moved to the machine.

Keith shook his head incredulously and stepped over to the machine, completely dwarfing the freshman. They both grabbed hold of two handles.

"Who's the alpha and who's the beta?" The display read off as it sprang to life.

"I'll go first", Tyrone said and squeezed the handles with all his might. His 120 body shook and his face turned red from the effort.

"POWERHOUSE", the display said.

Keith followed. He gripped the handles firmly and clenched his thick fist, his body barely feeling the effort.

"POWERHOUSE", the display said, "TIE!"

"Seems like were matched", Tyrone peeped, "Let's try again". He repeated his earlier movement, getting another 'POWERHOUSE' reading.

Keith couldn't believe this pathetic guy was matching his power. His competitive nature took over and he pressed the handles again.

"MUSCLE MAN", the display showed, "Advantage to player one! Next round!".

"Not so tough after all, it seems", Tyrone said and continued the game to get another "POWERHOUSE" reading.

"What the fuck?!", Keith boomed, "This game is rigged". He summoned his strength, his knuckles turning white as he grabbed the handles.

"MANLY", the display showed.

Black dots danced shortly before Keith's eyes and a shiver traveled down his spine as he read off the text. "How…", he began and the other words died in his throat as he looked down at his body. His torso no longer strained his tank top. The fabric now sat more loosely around his somehow diminished muscles. He didn't stand out like the heavily muscled guy he used to be, but looked more like someone who worked out regularly. He glanced aside and noticed the other change: the once skinny Tyrone was now filling out the shirt that hung on him like a tent minutes earlier. The guy could now easily pass for a model.

"My turn again", Tyrone said in a deepened voice.

"No. I give", Keith said and tried releasing the handles but his paws seemed somehow fused to them.

"We have to continue the game until there's an alpha", Tyrone said and applied his strength to the handles.

"POWERHOUSE!", the display said.

Keith gulped as he saw a jolt shoot through the freshman's body. He reluctantly copied his opponent's grab, noticing how the handles seemed to resist. He stared in disbelief at the display as it read "Mr. PUNY".

Tyrone looked aside and saw more mass disappear from the football player's body. Their bodies were pretty evenly matched now. "Oh yeah", he grunted as he felt the energy flowing through the handles into his growing body. He grabbed the handles again, now easily pressing into the metal.

"POWERHOUSE!!"

"Why are there exclamation marks on it?", Keith asked in his weakened voice while he saw another jolt of growth shoot through the now pumped up fitness model-sized freshman that began looking bigger than him.

"There's more power in my body now", Tyrone replied in a baritone voice, "your turn".

"Do I have to?", Keith muttered.

"DO IT!", Tyrone boomed.

Keith shook and instinctively obeyed the bigger man. His body shook with effort and his face turned beat red.

"WEAKLING"

Keith felt another wave of weakness dance through him. His once skintight tank top now hung loosely from his diminished frame. He felt his sweatpants slide down along his thinning legs. He looked down and saw that he had lost every ounce of muscle he'd ever gained. The movement next to him caught his eye.

Tyrone saw the mass siphon away from the football player's body and pass through the machine into him. His formerly baggy shirt now clung to his beefed up torso: his swelling pecs pulled the fabric forward while his thickening back pushed the fabric backward and his broadening lats put more and more tension on the seams. The sleeves that used to cover most of his arms didn't even cover his upper arms anymore: his widening shoulders pulled the fabric up to showcase his meaty arms. His baggy shorts now came only halfway on his thick quads.

Keith gulped as he had to look up to catch the freshman's eye. The guy now looked like an amateur heavyweight bodybuilder. "Please", he pleaded in an unfamiliar higher voice, "no more. I can't get smaller".

Tyrone just smirked and effortlessly tightened his grip around the metal handles, making the machine shake from his force.

"POWERHOUSE!!!!!"

Keith blinked in disbelief at the display. He refused to look aside as the shadow of the freshman grew and he heard the tearing sound of the ripping fabric. He knew he had no other option than to continue the game. He grunted as he summoned every ounce of force in his weakened body. The handles seemed to resist his grip.

"PATHETIC"

The letters on the display appeared to turn blurry and a wave of fatigue flowed through Keith. He could feel more size escaped his body and his boxers that used to showcase his meaty ass and lengthy cock fell to the ground.

"CALCULATING SCORE", the display showed, "Player two… = BETA BOY!"

Keith fell the last ounce of masculinity vanish from him. He felt his balls shrivel to the size of small marbles and pull closer to his body. His cock, once his 10 inches of pride followed this lead: it shrunk to a pencil-thin 2 incher. A ringing sound made him look back at the machine.

"Player one", the display said, "… = TOTAL ALPHA!!!!!"

"YEAUGH", Tyrone groaned as a final, yet very powerful surge shot through his huge frame. His tight, already ripped shirt exploded into shreds as his huge muscles grew to another level of thickness. A loud snapping sound followed as his shorts and boxers gave in under the pressure of his thickening waist. His head shot up as more height was added to his frame. He grunted as he felt the energy shot into his groin. His balls swelled to the size of lemons and sank lower in between his meaty quads and his 7 incher amassed girth and length, snaking further down against his leg. Without looking at the drained football player, he swaggered over to the mirror on the other side of the locker room. He ripped away the last remains of his destroyed shirt and stared at his nude reflection.

"FUAK", Tyrone bellowed, his eyes widening in disbelief at the image of perfection staring back at him. He scanned every inch of his now beastly physique before beginning to explore his new body. His paws groped the protruding rack that hung from his chest, clawing at the hard meat of the half watermelon-sized pecs and testing the weight of meaty slabs; they slid down onto a stony eight-pack made of cobblestones separated by deep grooves. He licked his lips while taking in the size of his perfectly round shoulders that outsized bowling balls and the insane size of the monster arms that hung from them: the muscle on his upper arms twitched underneath the paper-thin skin and seemed ready to explode from it; his lower arms were crisscrossed with cable-sized cords of muscle. His lower body was just as impressive: his quads rivaled young trees in size; they were jam-packed with hard beef that eclipsed his kneecaps; his calves were bigger than most guys quads. He was about to grope the lengthy snake as a faint movement caught his attention.

Keith had ignored the giant freshman, knowing he was no match for the guy now. While Tyrone went to inspect his new physique in front of the mirror, the diminished athlete made his move. He slowly released the handles he was still groping, pulled up his now baggy boxers and equally large sweatpants and kept his hand on them to prevent them from falling off again. He cautiously stepped to the door, making sure not to attract the freshman's attention. He grabbed the door handle and tried pushing it down. The door didn't move. He tried again, applying more force this time.

"I locked it earlier when I came in".

The deep rumbling bass filled the locker room like thunder and vibrated down Keith's weak body. His hand was frozen to the door handle. He heard the heavy footsteps and the large shadow grew on the door as the giant freshman came to him. A paw grabbed his armpit and dragged him in front of the mirror. He glanced up at his reflection and gasped: the ridiculously large clothes hung from his emaciated body and made him look like a kid who had put on his bigger brother's clothes. He peeped as the paw ripped away the clothes and exposed him completely. Tears welled up in his eyes: he looked like a weak boy instead off the hulking athlete he had been minutes earlier. Every trace of muscle that had once highlighted his physique, was gone. The layer of fat that used to give him a bulky appearance now made him look pudgy ad childlike. The beefy football player that dominated the team had been replaced by a meager boyish figure. He couldn't even remember having ever been this small. His 5'1, 105 pound body made him weak and puny by any standard.

"Turn around!"

The booming command made Keith jump up and he quickly did as he was told. He looked straight at the top row of the most deeply grooved set of abs he'd ever seen. He tilted his head up to stare at the face and instinctively took a step backward as his mind processed the size of the beastly freshman in front of him. The now 6'6, 330 pound Tyrone dwarfed him unlike anything he'd ever done to other guys. His own 242 pound body had been bulky and massive, but the giant freshman didn't seem to have an ounce of fat on him: deep grooves, striations and veins edged along the hulking mass of his hard muscles that pushed against his skin. His square face, shadowed by a five o'clock beard sat atop an insanely thick neck that flowed into a broad line capped with boulder-like shoulders. Striations were visible through the thin skin stretched across the perfectly round delts. A thick vein snaked over the shoulders down on the ham-sized arms and branched off in dozens of smaller veins to feed the huge biceps at the front and the thick triceps that jutted out from the back. The beastly freshman outsized even elite superheavyweight bodybuilders. He looked like an anatomy chart that had come to live and was perfectly proportioned, except for his arms that seemed just a tad too big. Masculinity seemed to ooze from him and hang in the air like electricity around his hulking frame.

Tyrone moved in front of the mirror and threw a most muscular. "FUARK", he roared as his muscles exploded in a symphony of harness, striations and veins across his body, "seems like there's a Tyrex in town". The faint 'wow' made him turn his attention back to the former athlete next to him. A smug grin formed on his face as he noted the awe in the frail guy's eyes. "Yo Keith", he said and brought his right arm up in front of his torso and flexed it, 'BADABOOM".

Keith's eyes widened while the bicep in front of him exploded in size. The orb of hard meat sprang upward and outward into a pineapple-sized muscle choked in veins. The bicep swelled and hardened some more as the beastly freshman tightened his flex fully, stopping just below 30 inches of pure muscle. The sight of the massive arm hardening inches from his face made Keith's cock race to hardness and spew out a small, watery load that dribbled from the 2 incher.

Tyrone noticed the fallen athlete's reaction and felt a jolt go through his own cock while he realized he totally dominated the small guy. He relaxed his right arm, placed his paw atop the guy's bony shoulder and pushed him down.

Keith was forced to his knees by the paw that covered his shoulder, upper arm and half of his flat chest. He looked forward and stared straight at the fleshy snake that was lengthening along the thick quad and began rising upward. Within seconds the 14 inch cock was at full length, veins running along the thick shaft and the purple red head pointed directly at his face. He looked up but he couldn't see the freshman's face: the protruding rack of pecs hide it from his view. "Please…", he pleaded but a large paw grabbed the back of his head and the snake was rammed into his mouth.

Tyrone grinned as he felt the small guy's hand tug at his right arm that held his head in place. His thick forearms easily withstood the tugging. He pushed more of his cock into the hot mouth.

Keith gagged as 10 inches of the fleshy snake filled his mouth. He ceased his clawing and placed his frail hands atop the beastly quads for support as the beastly freshman began pumping in and out his mouth. His vision was filled with the cobblestone-sized abs that flexed on the rhythm of the thrusts.

"YEAUGHN", Tyrone roared as ecstasy exploded through his 330 pound body. His lemon-sized balls drew tight and began releasing their thick load into the fallen athlete's mouth.

Keith quickly gulped down the first huge load, a second one filling his mouth seconds later. He sucked down as much of the sticky spunk as fast as he could, but the hefty balls kept blasting out loads. Cum began flowing from the corners of his mouth and even from his nose. His vision began going dark by the lack of oxygen. After 10 loads, the snake withdrew from his mouth and blasted a final load onto his face, coating it with liquid heat. The paw released his head and he slumped down to the floor.

Tyrone turned his gaze back to his reflection in the mirror. He flexed his left arm, smirking as the huge muscle exploded into a massive orb of vein-covered beef. He would have sworn he heard his skin stretch tight as the monster bicep swelled to its new size. He went over to Keith's gym bag and grabbed his hoody. He ripped off the sleeves and put it on. The zipper could only close over his eight-pack, his pecs protruded so far from his chest that it was impossible to get the zipper up any further. He grabbed a pair of baggy sweatpants from another locker and pulled them on: they fight like a second skin over his gargantuan legs. He threw a final look on the emaciated senior lying on the floor and left.

[razostory]

Gift of the Gods- Poseidon

Adrian watched over the beach with the same dead expression he did every day. He’d grown up on these beaches, played in the sea, built sand castles, and now he was working as a lifeguard to make some extra cash between semesters at college.

He hated it, the beach wasn’t the same when you had to police it. There was no fun, no lazy evenings under the setting sun. There was only being ignored by everyone even when he was trying to save their ass, and evening in bed exhausted from being ignored.

Watching from between the waves stood Poseidon. He knew of Adrian, he’d showed him mercy years ago and let the boy be saved from drowning.

He’d kept an eye on him every since. The god of the sea knew that Adrian had a deep love and respect for the ocean, he knew that Adrian understood the power of it.

He’d taken his time to find a mortal to gift with his blessing. He’d turned down sailors, divers, marine biologists. They didn’t feel right.

Poseidon knew that most of his brothers and sisters were ahead of him, they’d picked mortals. They were growing their flock.

But he’d taken his time, he hadn’t fallen on hard times like the other gods. Humanity always respected the sea, Poseidon always had people who’d pray to him, even if they didn’t use his name.

But he wasn’t going to miss out, and Adrian was perfect. He had the soul, and Poseidon would gift him the body. Adrian being a lifeguard was sure to bring countless mortals into Poseidon’s temple, even if that temple was Adrian’s bedroom for the time being.

Adrian was leaning against the railing of the lifeguards station, his lean body on full display. His boss was a pervert and had forced the female lifeguards into wearing little bikinis, and due to a lawsuit he’d then had to make the dress code ‘equal’. Instead of giving the girls normal clothes to wear he’d made all the male lifeguards wear speedo.

So Adrian was wearing tight white and black speedos that showed to everyone that he had barely anything to fill them up.

Then the wind picked up and slapped him with a salty sea breeze.

His speedo strained against the kraken that had just sprouted inside it. Two rounded orbs and a long shrank of meat. Adrian stared down at it in shock, but a smooth deep voice whispered to him to be calm. He shook his hips, making his bulge bounce and shake.

His ass started to expand, thick powerful glutes to throw some hurricane like force behind Adrian’s new cock. Adrian pulled at his speedo to give himself some more space, his legs stretching and growing heavy with muscle.

Adrian was giddy, he should be freaking out, but the voice kept calming him.

The change was spreading, widening his feet, stretching his bones, packing meaty muscle onto his torso. His newly grown pecs bounced, his shoulders and biceps twitched.

His tan darkened and his hair gained a salty texture, like he’d been living in the ocean, instead of just taking a dip.

The breeze kept blowing, washing away the old Adrian. Waves of cool air sweeping in the new Adrian.

Tall, powerful, forceful, commanding. No one would ignore his orders anymore, when he told someone to get out of the water, they would, when he told someone to stop kicking sand, they would, when he demanded someone go to the lifeguard hut and spread their legs, they would.

Adrian scratched at his bulging basket and grabbed his bag, his shift was done. Normally he’d be getting changed before walking him, but today he felt it would be doing a disservice to his Lord if he covered up his glory. He picked up his old sneakers, not even realising that they wouldn’t fit his new flipper like feet.

Adrain was not what people would assume a servant of Poseidon would be, they’d assume a lean swimmer.

But a swimmer was meant to be quick and pass through the water, Adrian was big, broad and powerful he was meant to control the waves, to bend them and people to his will, all for the glory of Poseidon.

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[razostory]

Scrawny teen vs. Bullies

Billy was a scrawny little nerd and most of the time he got picked on by the rugby team. He couldn’t do anything at all because the members of the rugby teams were huge guys. Huge is not even the best word, humongous throbbing muscle guys. They were close to pro bodybuilders; the gym was their territory. Other schools always tried to keep up with them but it was impossible. So Billy just tried to live through high school, but the rugby dudes always bullied him. He was bullied because of his nerd Star Wars t-shirts, glasses and shyness. In the afternoon, he was walking down the hallway when one of the big guys, Zero, pushed him and as he lost his balance, the new Hulk comic just fell out his bag.

Billy:

-Oh look, scrawny little Billy is into big green guys, such a little pussy. -Said Zero as he took a quick look at the comic

-Give me back. -Shout Billy and tried to take it back

-Oh no no little guy, I'm keeping this. You don’t need some magazine about big jacked guys. U can always worship me. - Zero flexed his big chest and put on a double bicep pose. Unfortunately, his t-shirt couldn’t bear the pressure and it ripped, revealing his chiseled abs.-OOPPSS, looks like u got a free show pussyboy.-

-Zero, please give me back the comic, I didn’t do anything. - Billy was close to tearing up.

-Maybe I will tomorrow, -he grinned- after I cleaned up my jizz with it. - and walked away laughing.

Zero:

Billy was extremely sad, he just bought that fresh comic and Hulk was his favorite superhero. Hulk was big, powerful, an alpha, everything what Billy isn’t. Billy sometimes dreamed about waking up one day and being able to transform into a big powerful muscle God and show his bullies the way. But it's impossible. Billy walked to his locker and changed books, put on his jacket and started to walk out from the building, when suddenly his only friend Mark stopped him.

-I heard what happened Billy, I'm so sorry. You can borrow mine if u want? -Smiled at him Mark with his crooked teeth.

-Thanks Mark but I just buy another one. -Billy looked at him with a sad smile.

-Well...you don’t know from me, but Zero put your issue in his locker.

-He did what!? Oh my God it will smell awful.

-But today the team will go and practice on the big court so you could go and took it back. Zero is pretty dumb, he won't even notice that it disappeared and the big court is 20 minutes from here so you have plenty of time. - explained the plan Mark.

-Mark, thank you. See u tomorrow. -Smiled at him Billy and started running.

The plan was easy, he goes home, puts down his stuff and comes back later tonight. It was the easiest plan ever. So Billy slowly walked home, put down his stuff and went up in his room. Billy’s room was the nerdiest room ever. Marvel posters on the wall, card and little figures everywhere. Even his computer was full of with comic content. But in one secret folder he hid videos about bodybuilders and big guys jerk off. He took a quick look if somebody tried to find them, but nothing.

Later that day

-I hope nobody is here.-thought Billy as he walked in the team’s locker room.

The room was filled with the smell of sweat and jizz. Billy immediately got a little hard on.

-OH COME ON, NOT RIGHT NOW. - screamed in his head.

The lockers were all the same, old white iron lockers but each and every one had a name on it. Billy was scrolling down the hallway with his eyes trying to find the name.

Dan, Derek,…....Harry,…..Liam,.....Peter,......ZERO.

Billy stepped closer to the locker.

-Geeee......should I open it? But what if Zero finds me and beats me up? Ohhh...let's do it! - The lock slowly opened and the door just opened itself.

-Oh wow.-Billy’s mouth just dropped. The locker was full of dirty jockstraps, hoodies, rugby gear and next to a little bottle, there was his book.

-Okay, it was easy, I take it and just leave.

Billy slowly pulled out the book, but the little bottle almost fell down with it so he dropped the book and jumped for the bottle. Fortunately, he got it.

-Uhhh I almost fucked it up, what is it anyways? - He read the paper on it, “ONE DROP IN EVERY YEAR”. -Drugs? Steroids? Maybe the whole team is on some kind of illegal supplement?

Billy was on the way to put the bottle back, but a little feeling came over him. So he held the bottle and asked himself. -Do I want to try it or just leave it there? Maybe this could help...hmmmm....well, we live once soo.- with that power Billy opened the bottle and drink 2 big drop.

-Hmm...it has a nice taste...but I feel nothing. - Billy put the bottle on the bench and looked at his phone, okay still 10 minutes to leave. But suddenly Billy felt dizzy.

-Okay, now I feel something, aghhhhhhhh.-Billy felt pain in his chest and he saw it slowly growing and pulsing in his S sized t-shirt. *RIIIIIPPPPPP* the t-shirt teared apart and his chest just kept growing but with veins on it. Now he felt the pain in his back, his back slowly started to expand to a huge perfect V shape, -OHHH GOOOD WHATS HAPPENING????- Billy screamed and he grew taller, now he was 7 feet.-OHHH ohhhh this is niceeeeee- as the feeling became pleasure and realized that he is becoming a real life Hulk. His calves and thighs grew and became huge almost the size of 2 tree trunk. -OHHHH NOW MY SHOULDERSSSSSS- Billy shoulders blew up with muscles.-MOOREE MORRREEEEEE-screamed and his abs became visible then 2,6, an 8-pack appeared. His clothes completely ripped apart. Now he stood at 7 feet, with muscles of Hulk, in a tiny boxer.

-Oh my God, ohmygod my voice. - his voice was now deep and pleasuring to hear. -IM A MUSCLE GODDDDDD, I CAN'T BELIEVE IT.- Billy ran to the mirror and put on a hell of a flex show.-I look hot but I think my dick didn’t grew. - when Billy said it, he felt a deep pain on his bulge that became pleasure as his dick started become longer and longer and longer. His balls grew to be golf balls then tennis balls then huge oranges. The boxer now was unusable, the penis of his stood now 15 inch long.

-Zero found his competition. - grinned Billy and jerked his cock slowly and watched himself flexing in the mirror, he did a double biceps pose and some other pro poses. But he got scared when he heard a noise from the hallway.

-Guys we crushed it today, we were unstoppable- said the team not so far away.

-I need to disappear-. Billy quickly put on a used jockstrap from Zero’s locker and another used dirty t-shirt and started running to the door in the back, but before leaving he took the bottle and the book.

Billy was walking home now as a real alpha thinking about the future and the potential use of the bottle.....

[razostory]

(Un)indentical twins (2)

Part 1:

Half an hour later Brett emerged a totally broken man from the bathroom. His eyes were red from the tears, his agonizing ass prevented him from walking normally and his self-esteem was completely shattered. Where he once strutted around the house, he now cautiously scanned the corridor before slowly exiting the bathroom and walking to his room while glancing behind him. As he passed his brother's room, he felt his heart pounding in fear of seeing the dominant alpha show up even though he knew that his brother would be in the gym by now. He quickly went inside his own room, shut the door and locked it. He spent most of his holiday hiding in his room, hearing his brother's heavy footsteps sounding in the corridor and on the stairs. Only in the evening during the family dinner he had to face his brother, who was always grinning smugly from his side of the table. He decided to leave for campus two days early, pretending that his coach had called in the team for some additional practices. Since his parents had to go to work, they agreed to drive him to the station. The morning of his departure, he descended the stairs joyfully to finally free himself of his brother. He headed with his parents for the door.

"Not leaving without saying goodbye are ya, little bro?".

The deep remark made Brett and his parents turn around. Jason was standing in the doorway between the living room and the kitchen, radiating masculinity with his skintight tank top.

"We'll go the car so you two can say goodbye", their father said and went out with their mother.

Brett gulped as his parents shut the door and left him with his brother in the kitchen. His brother’s smug look added to his intimidating aura.

"I like the look of awe and fear when ya look at me, little bro", Jason said and closed the distance between them.

Before Brett could react, his brother wrapped his arms around him and pulled him in for a hug. He felt his brother's strong muscles press against his own softer ones. 'Ugh", he grunted as the embrace tightened some more and his brother's biceps dug into his flanks. He tried resisting but his weakened body was no match for his brother.

"Don't ya forget who's the new top dog, little bro", Jason groaned in his brother's ear while he hardened his embrace some more. He felt his brother's cock harden against his own quad. "Enjoying being close to my muscles", he growled, "I'm looking forward to yar next holiday, little bro. Imagine how much bigger than ya I will be by then". He hardened his hold a final time and then released his brother.

Brett stumbled backward as he tried to catch his breath. He rushed out the house totally humiliated and jumped into the car. He looked behind as the car drove away but he couldn't see his brother anymore. A beeping sound made him look at his phone. A shiver went through him when he saw that his brother had texted him. He put his phone in his pants without opening the message and looked at the passing landscape, happy to leave his new tormentor behind. Later that evening when he was alone in his dorm room, he opened the message his brother had sent him.

A reminder of the new reality, little bro.

Brett opened the attachment. His eyes stared at the screen of his phone as the video appeared on the screen: his shirtless brother was standing in the gym locker room and grinned into the camera. The muscle atop his brother’s torso were rock-hard, vascular, pumped and shiny with sweat. “Watch this”, his brother said and threw a most muscular. Brett’s eyes widened as his brother’s torso exploded into a symphony of striations and veins that filled the screen of his phone. He tossed the phone atop the desk and drifted off to sleep.

Brett awoke from a peaceful sleep. The fact that his now dominant brother was hundreds of miles away had given him a state of calmness he hadn’t felt until before the holidays. He got up, ditched the boxers he’d slept in and went into his little bathroom. He turned on the shower and let the hot water rain down on his 212 pound, muscular body. He chased the thoughts of his last shower incident from his mind as he rubbed soap across his meaty chest. Half an hour later, he emerged a new man from the shower. His brother was just a bad memory far away. He grabbed a towel and began drying his body. The sound of his phone made him look toward his desk. He continued toweling his body while he walked back into his room. He grabbed his phone without looking at the screen. "Hello", he said as he finished toweling off.

"Sup, little bro."

The low voice of his brother sent shivers along Brett's spine and made goosebumps exploded across his entire body. He felt his face go red and quickly wrapped the towel across his midsection to cover his cock, even though he knew that his brother couldn’t see him.

"Did ya already check out the video?"

"I…euhm…", Brett stammered.

"Ya did, didn’t ya", Jason said at his brother's embarrassed tone, "Guess what, little bro, I’m standing in yar room right now. Miring my 215 pounds of pure muscle in their full glory. Ya don’t mind me using yar big mirror, little bro?”.

“… “, Brett couldn’t get a reply past his lips as his mind filled with the image of his naked brother.

"Ya should see me, little bro", Jason continued, "All pumped from a long session at the gym. My arms are so pumped I can’t even flex ‘em. Fuck man, my bis are so hard. Like fucking rocks crammed under my skin. And the web of veins crossing them…”

Brett listened in silence. He felt his cock inflating under the towel.

“And my pecs, slabs of thick beef hanging from my chest”, Jason continued, “Fuck, little bro, ya should feel the weight of the shelf of striated muscle. My abs, a wall of eight bricks separated by deep grooves. Fuck. I'm getting hard myself."

Brett's cock throbbed violently as he heard his brother describe his muscles. "Ughn", he grunted as he came inside the towel.

"Blew yar load hearing me touch my muscles. Ya're pathetic, little bro", Jason said and ended the call.

Brett stared at his phone, his rock-hard cock tenting the cum-slick towel. Even miles away, his brother still dominated him and made him feel inferior.

The next days more students arrived back on campus and life began going back to normal. Brett kept thinking about his lanky brother's sudden growth. He searched the internet for a muscle transfer curse but could only find some sites with fictional stories about muscle theft curses. He read some of them but didn't find any actual proof of the kind of curse his brother had mentioned. "That prick's just on steroids like I thought", he said to himself as he closed his laptop, "He took advantage of my fatigue after the first semester and his roid-fueled strength to outlift me during our workouts. I can't believe I let myself be intimidated by him." He balled his fist as he thought back at the humiliating scene in the shower. "I'll make him pay", he said to himself. His anger resurfaced and drove him to reclaim his spot as the alpha of the family.

The next day, Brett rushed into the university's gym and had the most grueling workout he'd ever had. He lifted until his entire body felt like it was on fire and all his muscles screamed for mercy. After an hour, he stumbled down to the floor as his quads gave out and he threw up in a trash can against the wall.

"Got your stamina back, eh".

The rumbled remark made Brett look up and he saw Mike, the star quarterback, stare down on him. He nodded, grabbed hold of the man's hand and let him pull him up to his feet. He leaned against the wall for support as he tried to calm down his breath.

"Well?", Mike asked.

"My… brother…got big…", Brett said in between quick breaths, "Put on… 60 pounds… in one semester. Bigger than me now."

"60 pounds in one semester?", Mike replied, "Man, he must be on some powerful stuff. What are you going to do to get bigger than him again?"

"Train like a … madman", Brett replied, "Shakes, food, anything to grow."

"We both know that won't cut it", Mike stated and looked around to check the gym but didn't see anyone else, "I was stuck around 220 pounds last year. Thanks to some chemicals I'm now just over 260. Shot up 40 pounds in just three months. Enough to give me an edge on the field and not too much mass to arouse suspicion. Check out these guns." He flexed his right arm that hardened into a 23 inch orb of power.

"Got some stuff left?", Brett asked without taking his eyes from the heavily muscled arm that clearly dwarfed his brother's arm.

A grin formed on Mike's squared face. "I'll make some calls. See you in your room tonight."

Brett awaited his teammate eagerly in his room. He had gulped down four thick protein shakes during the afternoon and couldn't wait for the star quarterback to arrive. He would finally have the tools to knock down his brother. His heartbeat jolted up when a loud knock resounded. He rushed to the door and threw it open. He stepped back instinctively as he looked up into the 6'5, 261 pound athlete's eyes.

"Mind if I come in?", Mike asked casually.

Brett motioned him to enter and stepped back, staring at the man's wide back as he shut the door. "And?", he asked nervously.

"Calm down, little man", Mike replied and put his backpack down on the desk. He pulled out several vials and a syringe and put it atop the desk. He grabbed Brett's hands as the guy reached for the goods. "These things aren't free", he said and named his price.

Brett blinked at the amount. His mind urged him to bargain but his desire to grow bigger was too much. "I don't have that much on me", he said, "but I'll give you everything I have right now and get you the rest tomorrow."

Mike accepted the money and filled the syringe with the liquid from one of the vials. "Drop your pants", he said as he tapped against the syringe and turned to Brett.

Brett turned around, dropped his pants and boxers and exposed his ass to Mike. He shivered as he felt the needle plunge into his ass and the liquid being pushed into his body. A faint moan escaped his mouth as the thought of his new growth filed his mind.

"There you go", Mike said and pulled back the syringe, "Take one dose every day for a month to start. And I expect my money tomorrow or else…". Mike clenched his fist, making his meaty forearm explode in hardness to emphasize his point.

Brett gulped as the large athlete made his point. "Don't worry. First thing tomorrow morning after my workout."

"See you tomorrow morning in the gym", Mike said and left.

Brett took his phone, dropped his pants and played the video of his flexing brother again. "Enjoy your size while it lasts, little bro", he grunted while he pumped his dick. Once more, he climaxed as his brother hardened his flex to the max, but this time Brett thought of his own superior future size.

Three weeks later Brett noticed the first results of his new routine: he was up to 227 pounds, his arms reached 19 inches and felt more energized and stronger than ever. Even his performance on the field improved. That night, he flexed in front of his mirror and jerked off to his own reflection. "Curse my ass", he said to himself and compared his own flexed body to his brother's in the video, "Fuck yeah! bigger than that squirt again. He'll pay for what he did to me". His eyes scanned the new beef on his body while his hand stroked his cock vigorously. "UGHN", he moaned as he exploded and his cum splattered against the mirror.

The next weeks flew by: Brett practically lived in the gym, working out two times a day and gulping down massive amounts of protein to feed his now growing body. The steroids combined with his grueling workouts and protein gave him a growth spurt. After a month, when he injected his last dose, he'd put on 28 pounds of meat and now weighed 240 pounds. He once more dominated the other freshmen on the field and had even briefly replaced Mike when the coach wanted to spare his star quarterback for a more important game.

"Nice hustle out there, man. You trashed the other freshmen."

Brett turned around and saw Mike entering the otherwise deserted shower zone. “I feel unstoppable”, he said while a grin formed on his face. They had just had their last training of the season and as usual this semester Brett had totally dominated his fellow freshmen. Even some of the older players avoided him now out on the field.

" Looking good, man. What do you weigh now?", Mike asked and stepped up to the shower next to Brett's.

"240", Brett replied proudly and puffed his beefed up chest as he compared their bodies. He was now a big man himself, dwarfing al the other freshmen and most of the older players as well but Mike still had 20 pounds of beef on him and half a foot of height.

"You’ll be the new star on the team once I’ve graduated", Mike said as he noted Brett taking in his size. “But smaller than me this year”, he added with a grin and bounced his thick pecs to emphasize his point.

“Yeah, but way bigger than my brother now. Can’t wait to show him who’s the real alpha”, Brett replied and flexed his right arm. The 21 arm exploded into hardness and was only 2 inches shy of Mike’s superior gun before he went back to washing his body.

Mike nodded appreciatively. “How ‘bout a drink then to celebrate your new top spot in your family?”, he asked and added, “You’re buying”. He turned off the shower and strutted back to the locker room.

A month later, Brett returned home for summer filled with bliss: he had somehow managed to pass all his exams, had become the undisputed number two of the football team and knew he would move on to number one next year and he couldn’t wait to get back at his brother and unleash the full force of his beefed up body on the guy that had humiliated him during their last holiday. He felt somewhat disappointed when his father picked him up at the airport ant told him that his brother was out celebrating. The disappointment quickly made room for anger when his father added that his brother now occupied his room and had moved his stuff to the smaller room he had lived in all these years. Brett’s fist clenched and his bicep hardened inside his shirt, tensing the seams of the sleeves. One they got home, Brett greeted his mother, grinned at her remark of how big he’d gotten and walked upstairs to the bedrooms. He tried the door of his former bedroom but found it locked. He then proceeded to his new room and found all of his stuff tossed around on the floor.

“I’ve wanted to put your things in the closet, but Jason told me not to”, his mother said as she appeared in the doorway, “He said you could arrange your stuff yourself”.

“I can’t wait to get a talk with him”, Brett replied through clenched teeth and began picking up his clothes. “Don’t worry about it, mom”, he added.

Deep in the night, Brett was awoken by the sound of his brother walking up the stairs. He heard him slam the door of his room shut. “See ya tomorrow, little bro”, he said to himself and went back to sleep. His dreams were filled with images of him teaching his brother some lessons of who was in charge.

The next morning Brett awoke to a quiet house: his parents were already off to work and his brother was still sleeping. He went down and grabbed a quick breakfast. He ended it with a large protein shake from the container of his brother in the kitchen and went into the bathroom for a good shower. His fists clenched as the thought back at how his brother had humiliated him in here last time. “Can’t wait to show that squirt who’s the alpha now”, he rumbled to himself as he turned on the water and let it rain down on his beefed up frame. A good ten minutes later, he turned off the water, dried himself, wrapped the towel around his waist and went back into his room. He froze in his track when he passed the door of his brother’s room. A smirk formed on his face. “Why waste any more time?”, he asked himself and threw open the door. “WAKE UP, LITTLE BRO”, he bellowed as he stormed into the room and pulled open the curtains to let in the light.

“What…”

The grunts turned Brett’s attention toward the bed. His brother was lying under the sheets and only the back of his head was visible. “GET UP, SQUIRT!”, he yelled again. This time he got more reaction: Jason turned around and opened his eyes. He blinked several times before his eyes settled on Brett.

“What the fuck ya think yar doing in my room, bro?”, Jason spat back in anger.

Brett blinked as the deep, rumbling voice that filled the room and he took in the square face. His brother’s ones ratty face had somehow evolved into an ubermasculine, face: a strong, angular jawline gave it a squared look and his cheeks were covered with the stubble of a five o’clock beard. His once semi-deep baritone voice was now a deep, rumbling bass that vibrated down the room. He couldn’t see the rest of his brother’s body because Jason had pulled up the sheets over his body. All that Brett could see was the strong, bull-sized neck that supported his brother’s head. He noticed his brother taking in his new size.

“Ya look bigger, bro. What do ya weigh now?”, Jason asked casually.

“241”, Brett replied and bounced his chest to emphasize his point. He felt some of his old dominant nature return at the compliment.

“Yar waist is thicker. Been roiding?”, Jason asked.

“So what?”, Brett spat back, “I’m up almost 30 pounds since the last time we’ve seen each other”. He flexed his 21 inch left arm to underline his new status. His thick bicep balled up. He noticed his brother staring at his bicep and felt ready to reclaim his spot as the alpha as testosterone soared through his veins. “Seems like the tables have turned back my way, little bro”, he said and emphasized the word ‘little’. He had dreamed off this moment and knew that his revenge was going to be sweet. A smirk formed on his lip and tension hung in the air while he stared down on his brother. “Time for some payback”, he added cockily and hardened his flex some more to make his bicep swell a tad bigger.

Jason didn’t say a word. He tossed the sheets aside and got up from the bed in a swift motion.

The arrogant smirk froze on Brett’s lips as he took in his now truly massive brother. His mind noted that his brother had gone to bed fully clothed, but that was the least of the things it perceived. He saw striations ripple across his brother’s wide chest through the tight fabric of the insanely stretched shirt. His boulder-like shoulders pulled the shirt snug around their mass and the sleeves didn’t manage to cover the meaty arms. As Brett’s gaze travelled downward, he saw the lines of an eight-pack pressed against the shirt and he could even see the separation of the quads through the jeans that seemed painted on the tree-sized legs.

“Did ya say anything about tables that had been turned, little bro?”, Jason rumbled and emphasized the word ‘little’ like his brother had done seconds earlier. He stepped toward his brother.

Jason’s knees weakened as his brother seemed to swell with every step he came closer. He had to tilt his head back more and more to keep looking into Jason’s eyes. As his brother stopped a few feet from him, the massive guy eclipsed him completely: Jason’s 6’8 feet body towered over Brett’s 5’9 body and his brother’s shoulders were at least twice as wide as his own.

“Guess what, little bro: I grew too”, Jason growled grinningly, “I told ya I cursed yar ass. For every pound ya gain, I put on 10 pounds of muscle at first. The curse is wearing off and these last few months, it’s only 4 pounds. I’m now 327 fucking pounds of pure muscle!”. His last booming remark was followed by his left paw grabbing his shirt and ripping it into shreds from his body.

Brett looked in horror and disbelief at the bare torso of his humongous brother. The wide shoulders formed a strong line topped with thick traps and capped with two bowling ball-sized delts that highlighted the separation between the different heads of the muscle. His ham-sized upper arms hung relaxed but menacingly heavily muscled at his sizes and flowed into meaty forearms crossed with cable-like muscles leading up to his huge paws. His chest looked like someone had stuffed two half watermelons under his skin: the hefty, striation-crossed pecs defied gravity despite their mass and formed a protruding rack of muscle that hid his nipples from view as they pointed straight down to the floor. The top half of his deeply grooved eight-pack was obscured by the shadow of the pecs but the last two rows of brick-sized abs rippled against the paper-thin skin and a dark treasure trail ran across the center of the lowest row of thick abs. Brett blinked at the sight: with every breath his brother took, his abs rippled and his pecs seemed to go burst through the paper-thin skin they stretch to the max.

Jason laughed smugly at his brother’s reaction. “So, whatcha think, little bro?, he asked and bounced his chest like his brother had done just minutes earlier.

Brett’s eyes widened as the massive rack of muscle atop his brother’s chest danced before him and exploded in a display of striations and veins. He felt a jolt go through his cock beneath the towel as blood began rushing toward it.

“Let’s compare our bodies”, Jason rumbled and moved his brother in front of the large mirror. “Some old mirror from the gym I put on here”, he said as he noted his brother’s quizzical look.

Brett stared at his reflection that now seemed way less intimidating than before. He saw his brother pull down his pants and noticed how his boxers were stretched tight around his waist and pushed up by the mass of his tree-sized quads. He also noted that the front of the boxers were fully stuffed and stretched by his brother’s package.

“Right, let’s check things out”, Jason said and positioned himself a few feet behind his brother. “I think yar invisibly when I’m standing behind ya, bro”, he rumbled with a grin.

Brett looked at their reflection and gulped: his body seemed to drown into his brother’s beastly frame. His own well-muscled shoulders ended a few inches shy of where his brother’s canon ball-sized ones began. His own muscular arms were sticks compared to the monster arms of his brother that hung at his sides. He saw a small tent beginning to form beneath his towel as his cock kept hardening. He inhaled sharply as his brother put his hands on his hips and flared his lats: Jason seemed to almost double in broadness and eclipsed him completely.

“Flex yar left arm, little bro”, Jason commanded as he relaxed his pose.

Brett did as he was told. He raised his left arm and flexed as hard as he could. His 21 inch arm hardened into a fleshy orb of hard muscle topping a thickly muscled tricep.

“Remember that last time I only had half an inch on ya? 18.5 inches to your 18 inches. Seems like ya put on some size. How small are yar arms now, little bro?”, Jason asked.

“21 inches”, Brett muttered.

“Let’s compare then”, Jason said as he took a step closer and he extended his own left arm behind his brother’s flexed one.

Brett couldn’t believe the sight: even fully outstretched his brother’s arm looked more defined than his own flexed one.

And then Jason flexed…

His bicep didn’t just harden, it exploded upward and outward to form a perfectly round hill drenched in veins that eclipsed his own arm like a mountain eclipses a boulder. Even Jason’s low-hanging, titanic tricep was visible beneath Brett’s tricep.

“How… euhrm… how big…”, Brett muttered without taking his eyes from the incredible sight in the mirror.

“28.5 inches of steely-hard muscle, little bro”, Jason answered. “Just look at how my canon outsizes yar feeble gun”, he added. Jason suddenly lowered his arm and placed his paw atop his brother’s flexed arm.

Brett shivered as the hot paw grabbed his upper arm and he felt the fingers dig slightly into his tricep. He hardened his flex some more to resist but his brother’s strong fingers dug into his flexed upper arm as if the hard muscle was pure jelly. He winced in pain as the vise-like grip crushed the ball of muscle atop his arm. “P….please, bro”, he pleaded and his right hand reached for his brother’s wrist.

“Jeez. I’m not even trying. Yar so weak, little bro”, Jason replied and hardened his grip a final time before releasing his brother’s upper arm. “Let’s check yar wheels, little bro”, he added.

Brett was still inhaling deeply, trying to ignore the pulsing pain in his right upper arm when his huge brother barked his second command. He pulled the towel aside gently to let his left leg appear through the split without exposing his semi-hard cock. He flexed his quad, making the deep lines appear between the mass of hard muscle atop his leg and the prominent tear drop shape form next to his knee cap. His legs had always been one of his best-developed muscle groups.

Jason looked in the mirror at the display of his brother’s muscular quads. Without a remark, he closed the distance between them, positioned himself directly behind his brother and placed his own leg against his brother’s.

Brett whimpered as he felt his brother’s thick rack of pecs push into his neck and the back of his head. His eyes were drawn down at the image of his brother’s leg. He couldn’t believe the sheer size of the monster leg pressed against his own heavily muscled one. Even though his brother’s leg was still relaxed, it dwarfed his own completely in length and thickness. The hard lines on his own flexed quad were nothing compared to the crevices high-lighting the separate heads of his brother’s still relaxed quad.

And then, Jason flexed his quad…

Brett blinked as his brother’s quad seemed to explode in size and hardness: the crevices turned into deep canyons as the muscles forming his quad hardened beneath the paper-thin skin. The tear drop shape totally obscured his brother’s knee cap and thick veins snaked across the hefty mass of meat atop the quad. “Wow’, he muttered and his cock jolted as it hardened even more.

Jason switched his position slightly so that his two legs were against his brother’s legs and flexed them.

Brett felt the superhuman legs flex and dig into his own. He tried resisting but his brother’s thick quads seemed like pure concrete. He felt like he was being crushed. “P…please, bro… you’re… hurting me…”, he pleaded again.

“Weak runt”, Jason spat back and released his grip. As he did, the towel wrapped around his brother’s waist got pulled back and dropped to the floor.

Brett was too busy rubbing his aching quads to notice his brother’s grin.

“Seems like ya enjoy being close to me, little bro”, Jason said smugly as he saw his brother’s rock-hard 8 inches pointing straight at the mirror. “Can’t blame ya: even in the gym most guys can’t keep their eyes off me when I’m working out and sport wood when they share the shower. Hell, even I get turned on by me new bod. All these hard, huge muscles. Feels so fucking good to be the alpha”, he added. The thought of his own muscular superiority and totally dominating and outsizing his beefed up brother filled his mind. In a matter of seconds, his own cock sprang to life inside his boxers and raced to full hardness. With a tearing sound, the fleshy snake ripped away the boxers and reed itself from it’s fabric prison.

Brett shivered in fair as he felt his brother’s rock-hard cock slap against his muscular ass. Memories of their last encounter in the shower whirled through his mind. He took a step forward to escape, but his brother shoved him to make him smack with his pecs against the mirror. He placed his hands against the cold glass to get away, but his brother’s paw landed on his shoulder, making him freeze in his tracks. He felt his brother’s breathing in his neck as Jason positioned his mouth next to his ear.

“Remember last time? How my 8.5 incher made ya whine like a baby?”, Jason asked.

Brett didn’t reply. His hole clenched in a ridiculous attempt to defend himself from his now beastly brother. His mind knew it was useless, but his natural instincts made his hole clench in a defensive reflex.

“Guess what, little bro: my cock grew along with my muscles”, Jason went on, “Picture it: soon ya’ll have 14 inches of me inside ya.”

Brett shuddered as his brother’s remark raced through his head. Images of an impossibly thick and unusually long cock popped up in his mind. Another jolt shot though his own painfully hard 8 incher. He tried speaking but the words died on his lips.

“Have ya been looking forward to meeting again, little bro? Thinking to reclaim yar spot as the alpha?”, Jason asked.

Brett nodded in response. He thought back at the countless times he had flexed in front of his mirror in his dorm room, comparing his beefed up frame to his brother’s body in the video Jason had sent him, jerking off at the mere thought of going to physically dominate his brother that had humiliated him. Every hope of realizing his plans made during his long workouts had molten away from his mind like snow in the sun. He knew there was no way he could stand up to his now over 80 pounds heavier brother.

“Guess what, little bro: I have been eager to see ya again ever since my body exploded in size. I knew instantly ya had to roiding. Fuck, I gained like 60 pounds of pure muscle in three weeks. And the slabs of muscle only grew more and more on my bod”, Jason said into his brother’s ear, “Energy and testosterone coursing through my veins, feeding my ever growing muscles. Fuck, little bro, ya made me into a tank: unstoppable!”.

Anticipation hung in the air for a split second.

Then, Brett felt the thick head of his brother’s cock being positioned against his asscheeks. His breathing fastened as he knew what was coming. His brother’s strong paws placed on his left shoulder and right hip made any escape or even movement impossible. He closed his eyes and tried thinking of pleasant things. Images of himself dominating the football field formed inside his head, followed by images of him setting new PR’s in the gym with his grown body.

None of Brett’s attempts was enough to prepare his mind for what came next.

A loud, pain-filled shriek tore open Brett’s mouth and flew through the room as the thick head of his brother’s cock pushed inside. His tows curled against the floor. His hands clawed at the mirror. His back arched and pushed his neck and head into the thick rack of muscular pecs shoving against him. His breathing froze inside his chest. His heartbeat pulsed inside his ears. No matter what he tried, he couldn’t focus his mind on anything else to relax: the sheer size of his brother’s cock was the center of his entire existence at that moment.

“Still enjoying my new size, little bro?”, Jason asked sarcastically into his brother’s ear, “Feeling the difference with last time?”.

Brett couldn’t answer: his mouth was torn open in a soundless scream. His knees buckled from a combination of pain and pleasure, sending trembling motions through his 241 pound body.

Jason felt his brother’s muscular body shake in his firm grasp. He continued pushing his cock deeper and deeper inside the helpless athlete in his grip. “There we are”, he rumbled inside his brother’s ear as he pushed the final inch of his cock inside him.

Brett didn’t know what was happening: black dots danced in front of his eyes and agonizing jolts of pain made his overstretched ass spasm. He was forced to stand on his toes as the entire length of his brother’s manhood filled him. He felt his brother’s trimmed pubes brush against his ass, a scratching sensation that felt somehow pleasant. But the very center of his being, the essence of his entire existence at that moment was the searing hot, thick snaked that filled him unlike anything he’d ever felt. His own cock spasmed wildly into the air.

Jason noted the look of pain, pleasure and sheer ecstasy on his brother’s face. He felt the overstretched ass spasm around his thick cock, sending a responsive feeling of electrical pleasure through his rock-hard shaft. “Mugh. So fucking tight”, he growled into his brother’s ear. His left paw released his brother’s shoulder and grabbed on to the 241 pound athlete’s left hip.

Brett felt his brother grab his waist tightly. He moaned in relief as he felt the cock withdrawing from his ass. With an audible ‘pop’ the fleshy snake left his ass and he inhaled deeply. His body shivered as his knees buckled again in weakness but the strong paws held him upright. He inhaled loudly and deeply to fill his burning lungs with oxygen. The nerves around his wrecked hole sent painful stabs to his brain. But a feeling of emptiness dominated his mind.

After what felt like an eternity to Brett, but were only seconds in reality, Jason’s 14 incher was pushed back in.

“Oughnpf”, Brett squawked as the fleshy snake sought its way again inside him. Once more, the thickness of the engorged shaft destroyed his defenses and overstretched his ass. He felt goosebumps brake out cross his body and his back arched him against his brother’s protruding shelf of pecs again. The black dots came dancing before his eyes once more as inch after inch of rock-hard meat invaded him for the second time.

“Mugh. A bit less tight, but still a near perfect fit”, Jason said as he buried his dick completely inside his brother.

Brett had closed his eyes in complete submission. He stood on his toes, impaled on his beastly brother’s 14 incher, feeling smaller and weaker than ever. His own cock still stubbornly hard.

Jason grabbed his brother’s hips more tightly and began thrusting back and forth, plowing his brother’s ass as his cock moved back and forth inside it. He looked into the mirror and saw the striations on his freakishly wide shoulder as the massive delts bulged from the movement. His massive triceps jutted from the sides of his arms.

Brett’s face was shoved against the cold mirror, drool leaking from his opened mouth onto the glass. His body rocked under the force of his massive brother’s thrusts. He felt the thick pecs push into his neck as the 327 beast inhaled and the strong breath ruffled his hair when his brother exhaled. The low grunts rumbled into his ears. “Ughnpf”, he groaned as his brother upped the pace and force of his thrusts. His left hand let go of the mirror and reached down. He closed it around his own throbbing 8 incher. He began pumping his shaft as the grunts of his brother got deeper and the breathing onto his hair got faster. “BRO…ughn”, he yelped as he came in long spurts against the mirror. His entire body spasmed and cramped up as his balls blasted out their load with an unprecedented force and violence.

Jason felt his brother clamp tight around his cock and heard his cum splatter against the mirror. The thought of totally dominating him sent him over the edge. He buried his dick violently and deeply inside his brother as his lemon-sized balls drew tight and rushed out their load. His cock twitched forcefully as it spewed its hot liquid into the 241 pound athlete. “YEAUGHN”, he roared in a sound that rivaled thunder and rattled the window of the room.

Brett’s eyes widened in disbelief as he felt the fleshy snake fill him with cum. The pressure kept building up inside him while his six-pack began bloating and he felt the hot liquid drip along the inside of his legs.