And the devil laughs

by MaxMorphs   

A story about a hung athlete who doesn’t know when to stop.

He found another spectator. It was the same game as always.

The fluorescent light in the gym locker room was harsh and unforgiving but Paul had absolutely nothing to hide. He was posing in front of the big mirrors close to the sinks and he could feel a pair of eyes almost burning into his back. It was a really good pump today. Paul’s mass was on full display and the 245 pounds looked incredible! His form-fitting gray lycra shirt sat so tight, it was even showing off the little valleys in between his abs, even the veins on his forearms! He closed his stance, turned a little and raised his arms with a flex. Breathing out, he put everything into this last flex. The grunt he let out was loud. He could hear the guy on the other side whispering, holy shit.

Paul took another look into the camera he had placed strategically. It was not only filming his pump and flex-session but also the stranger’s reaction in the back—with hundreds of men watching online. They loved the content Paul created—the shocks he earned and the reactions he provoked.

It was time for the final act.

Paul’s shorts were drenched in sweat and he was literally dripping when he put his fingers below the waistband. He removed the shorts slowly and a pair of even wetter boxer briefs came into view—God, this training had been a fucking torture, but absolutely worth it. Paul could hear the stranger swallow loudly.

The shorts got pulled down further and a huge and everything-but-subtle bulge started squeezing out of the fabric. Paul could see that the stranger’s mouth was open. He had his hand on his own hard but far smaller dick.

Yeah, take a look at big fucking cock of mine, man, he thought and grinned.

The shorts were gone and he continued posing with his long and hanging bulge. It was obvious that the cotton of his underwear was stretched to the max. His meat was bulging the fabric out and the surface was actually quite thin where most of his meat’s weight rested. In between poses he flicked and squeezed his limb monster again and again until the stranger couldn’t take it any longer. The guy jumped up and ran to one of the stalls.

“Got him,” Paul said to the camera. “I love posing for them, fucking look at this,” he said with a grin. He could hear the other guy come.

Paul pushed the head of his monstrous cock out of one of his leg holes and the peach-sized mushroom head leaked a gorgeous drop of pre. Not even half-hard yet but already horny beyond the imaginable. Paul loved to be seen. He loved being admired. And with a body like his it was the easiest thing in the world.

He removed his underwear and continued posing for a bit. His followers were paying for it after all. His heart was beating a bit faster now, someone could come in any second now. But that only made it better. Paul pulled his huge hanging cock down and stretched the foreskin nicely. His meat was almost reaching down to his knees … fuck, he really was overly hung. No man in this world needed a cock this big, but he loved every fucking second of it! If only his muscles were as big as he was hung! But he was working on that almost every day of the week.

His cock throbbed and the veins on his perfect shaft became stronger. Another flex, another pose. Someone entered and saw Paul’s almost fully hard thirteen-incher on full display! He ran for the showers immediately. Paul groaned without anyone else hearing it. This was making him even hornier. His hard monster was dripping pre like a broken faucet now. Drip, drip, drip it dropped to the ground. He tried keeping his hands off his magnificent porn star cock but it took all his strength. In a situation like this it did not need much for him to cum. The attention and the danger were stimulating enough.

He took another turn in front of the mirror and his big cock slammed against one of the sinks. The hollow material made a dull sound and the vibrations shook Paul’s manliness to the core.

“Even I underestimate my own size, fuck.”

He took a quick look over the shoulder. No one there. He grabbed his massive log with both hands, one around the top, the other around his base, his fingers not even touching anymore, and started jerking. His pumped pecs jumped up and down, his breath became heavier and faster and the sweat was running down his marble like body in streams. “Oh god, this is going to be a big one!”

Twelve thick volleys of heavy cum splashed against the huge mirror and his phone. The shots were strong enough to knock his filming phone over. It tumbled into the sink and Paul had to pick it up again with a grin after he was finished. The viewers on the other end saw his chiseled face with the arrogant smile looking at them. “Oops,” he said like he didn’t mean it. He stuck his tongue out and licked the dirty lens.

Better, time for round two. Off to the sauna. The recording stopped—for now.

The sauna looked empty from the outside. Paul needed some good peace and quiet after cumming like that in the locker room. He smiled, removed his size 12 gym shoes and entered with just a towel over his shoulder, covering his grand backside.

For a second he thought he was alone but after finding a seat on one of the middle benches, he saw something ominous from the corner of his eye. A figure not much more than a shadow was sitting on the other side of the small room. Paul blinked again and again but his eyes couldn’t focus on the big silhouette. He rubbed his eyes and then, finally, the person became clearer.

Must be the heavy orgasm making me all dizzy, he thought.

The man sitting on the other side was impressively built, easily 40 to 50 pounds heavier than Paul. He was leaning against the wall while sweat dripped down his big and full pecs, a good amount of hair covering them, glistening in the weak light of the sauna. He was wearing a cap and so Paul couldn’t see the stranger’s eyes—only his thick hazelnut-color beard with a pair of full lips slightly agape.

“Hey,” the man said with a deep rumbling voice. Paul nodded. He was still exhausted from cumming. Usually he would try to start something with a man as big as this … but his mind still felt off.

Paul grabbed his cock. It had been hanging over the edge of the bench. He put it back over his thigh where it could sit like a belt. The veins on his cock grew stronger again as soon as he touched it. The stranger watched him, Paul could feel it. His cock flexed and gained an inch, starting to grow hard again already—the bit of attention was enough to restart his system.

“That’s a pretty big cock you got there, big boy.”

The stranger’s voice sounded amused. He caressed his beard while speaking. On his fingers, heavy rings glistened in the darkness of the sauna. Mustn’t they be too hot to wear?

“Thanks man,” Paul said. He had heard this a million times before, but someone pointing out his size never grew old. His cock was almost rock hard again; leaking even. Over one feet in length with a pulsing head. Paul couldn’t stop himself. Again and again he flexed his big cock for the other man. His log bobbed up and down with big movements and a string of pre formed between its head and the bench below. Paul exhaled sharply through his teeth.

The stranger leaned in a little.

“Seeing your body, I would guess that you’re here quite often. Gym’s your second home?”

“Oh, yes—I’m here five days a week. Gotta get that mass.”

“Muscle mass, that is?”

“Of course. What are you thinking?”

The stranger didn’t answer that—he smiled instead and amidst his beard a row of perfect teeth appeared—the size of his canines won Paul’s attention. The man’s lap was still covered by a towel, but Paul saw him rearranging something heavy beneath.

“Ever tried gear?” he asked.

“Not worth the risks. You?”

“Oh, yes. Made me grow and reach the weight I always wanted—and more.”

The stranger raised one of his arms to prove his point. He flexed and his perfectly round biceps jumped up in size! He also revealed his formidable pits. With his free hand he grabbed his opposite biceps to show how hard his muscles were.

“But I get it,” the man continued. “With a monster like that between my legs I would also stop at 245.”

Paul wondered how the stranger could pinpoint his exact weight? Was he following his Onlyfans? He remembered posting his weigh-in lately. Or was he just good at guessing?

“I’m hung like a horse but that doesn’t stop me from growing. I can put on lots of mass before my size makes my cock look small, if you know what I mean. It’s an advantage I have to use.”

The stranger laughed. “Sure,” he said. “Sounds like you enjoy being freakishly hung.”

“Mhh, yes, one could say that. A dom top needs a big cock. I have everything it takes.”

Conversations like that were music to Paul’s ears. A thick drop of pre dropped from his hard cock onto the bench.

“Can I … touch it,” the stranger asked.

Paul was too stunned to speak. He raised his big arms and found a rest on the bench behind him, then he spread his legs. It was an open invitation, his cock twitching.

The stranger secured the towel around his waist and came over with heavy steps. Paul could smell him, his workout was still clinging to his glistening skin. The stranger’s huge hand grabbed his thirteen-incher and started pulling it.

“It’s even heavier than it looks.”

As an answer, Paul’s cock spills a good amount of pre into the man’s hand.

Suddenly the stranger’s grip became tighter. He was closer to Paul’s face than he expected. His voice was even deeper and echoing in the small space.

“Be honest … would you trade a bit of your dick size for more muscle mass?”

He could feel the heavy breath of his friend, his hand still around him.

“I’ve got enough for two men … I guess so, yes.”

“Are you sure?”

Paul was getting nervous. He wanted to pull away but the stranger’s grip was too tight. The pull on his cock felt fantastic though. Paul bucked his hips involuntarily and the stranger smiled. His hand was covered in Paul’s pre. Paul looked down and saw his oversized cock. Why not indulge in that fantasy?

“Yes, I would do it.”

“Then so be it.”

The air was cold and a constant stream of water was raining down on his back. Paul raised his head in confusion. He couldn’t remember how he got back to the gym showers and when. He turned the water off, grabbed the towel he didn’t remember hanging there and walked back to his locker. His steps felt heavy … heavier than usual.

He walked by some huge mirrors in the locker room and stopped in shock—instead of his average amateure bodybuilder-self someone else was looking back from the other side of the mirror. It was still him, Paul, just dozens and dozens of pounds heavier! His chest was hanging far more prominent in front of his body, fuller, heavier, meatier, his nipples actually pointing down from the sheer mass. His shoulders were perfectly round and as wide as a doorframe all of a sudden and covered in some nice veins too. Even unflexed, his biceps and triceps looked thick and heavy, almost as if their size was starting to become a problem already. His back was broader with approximately 15 kilograms more mass than just minutes ago! Paul pushed the towel to one side to reveal his thighs—two perfectly sculpted legs with all the muscle groups working together to create a beautiful piece of art. Pants did not stand a chance against his heavy wheels. He would surely shred through every pair in mere days.

Then he remembered the sauna—and the stranger.

Paul pulled the towel away hastily, his heart racing.

“Oh god,” he whispered looking down. His former smile faded.

Between his legs rested a cock he didn’t recognize. It was still huge, hanging down eight inches soft, but nothing compared to his former soft ten-incher. He had lost two inches of length while gaining an enormous amount of mass.

“That fucker,” he whispered.

With an angry pull he wanted to open his locker but instead he ripped the whole door off. Slightly shocked, he watched his thick forearm clinging on to the heavy wooden door. He tried putting it back but the hinges were gone.

“I’m … strong.”

The anger slowly vanished as he put his old clothes on. Everything fit so much tighter than before as if his wardrobe shrank in the wash. And he hated to admit it but his jeans also fit so much better around his crotch. Usually it had been a pain to store the ten inches away—not even speaking about his hard size! To admires he always said: Imagine having to carry a Pringles can in your pants all fucking day. You can’t hide that size.

His clothes looked painted on, he realized, his massive arms nearly ripped through the thin fabric. His biceps sat like softballs under his paper-thin skin.

Paul stepped on the scale in the locker room.

Oh god, he whispered again. It was difficult seeing the number over his humongous chest.

345 pounds. He was officially a mass monster now.

He left the locker room with a huge smile on his face and a wide swagger in his steps. Every pair of eyes in the gym rested on him. The people were losing their mind over Paul’s sheer enormity. And he loved it. Cameras came out and they started filming him. People even asked him for autographs since they thought he was a well-known IFBB Pro. At that size he had to be!

Moving 345 pounds was so much harder—even though his legs had grown like crazy, his upper body sure was making him tilt every now and then. He was still getting used to it. It was such a huge difference to move a hundred pounds more around. Paul noticed his own waddle—and short after that he felt his waddle giving him a hardon. A manageable one at least, if you can call a thick ten-incher that.

On his way out he passed by the man who was always sitting behind the counter, day and night, playing Genshin on his phone. Paul has also caught Luca staring at bodybuilders posing on Instagram many times before. He surely was a sucker for big guys. Paul smiled.

Luca looked up for a quick glance—usually a hastily uttered goodbye. But not today.

“Paul? Dude, is that you?”

“Who else would it be?”

Was that his voice? Was it deeper?

“Damn you’ve gained some mass? Or am I seeing things?”

“Oh no, you’re right. Last few weeks have been amazing,” he lied. What else should he say? That a devilish stranger took some of his manliness in exchange for a crazy amount of muscle mass? He himself still couldn’t believe that it happened. He was starting to wonder if the changes were permanent.

“You have to share your secret, dude,” Luca said with a huge admiring smile.

“Oh, nothing special. Just some new routines and creatine.”

“Sure, asshole, hahahaha! You just sound like all the other 300-pound beasts on Instagram, haha!”

Luca’s laugh was heard throughout the gym. His bright brown eyes rested on Paul’s heavy midsection. Paul could feel his hardon still and Luca dragged his eyes away from his crotch as soon as he realized what he was looking at.

“Mh, I need to grab a bite. Have a good one.”

“You too. See ya tomorrow.”

Paul opened the door and he could feel both his shoulders brushing against the doorframe. He almost came right there and then.

Paul threw his big gym bag into the trunk of his car and stood in front of the driver’s-side door for a second. His car looked so much smaller all of a sudden. He was pretty sure that he didn’t grow in height, but his incredible mass was enough to put the world around him in a new perspective.

Before he opened the door, he grabbed the big protein shake he had parked on the roof and the silence in the parking lot was immediately killed by a ripping sound. The stretching of his arm had been too much, his shirt ripped along the sides. A massively fat lat squeezed out of the shirt hole, widening it in the process. Paul wanted to feel the damage done with his other hand but he couldn’t even get close to the hole! His hand got stuck somewhere below his pec.

Paul’s only reaction to this was a big goofy smile. His full lips parted. His breath was hot.

He got into the driver’s seat and he was stuck immediately. The space between the wheel and the seat felt so much tighter than just hours ago! Paul could feel his pecs being pushed up by the lack of room! For a second his chin got in contact with his chest.

“Oh God, this is nice.”

He tried wiggling his body into a more comfortable position and the whole car began to shake. His thick hand finally found the leaver and this seat flew back to give his newly grown body the room it needed!

Paul put the protein bottle between his small muscle gut and the steering wheel to grab his phone. His Onlyfans followers needed to see this. They would lose their minds, Paul was sure!

In the last couple of months, his followers had been commenting on his rising weight constantly—thirsting over his massive arms, bulging quads, widening back, and thickening neck. They loved seeing his muscles move when he made out with another guy or when he was alone in bed enjoying his massive member with both hands at once. Videos of him just flexing has been a popular occurrence lately and once he almost made himself cum just by flexing.

Thinking about that now was riling him up.

He put his phone on the dashboard after opening the camera and he almost gasped—he didn’t recognise the man on the display. But it was him, he realized after moving. The camera showed his body in all its glory. 345 pounds were surely massive, especially in a small room like this one. Paul put his hands together for a little arm- and shoulder-flex only to feel the passenger’s seat rub against his right shoulder. His body had grown enormous enough to fill the room in between the seats. His hardon was caught between his left thigh and his slight muscle gut.

Paul took some photos. Usually he would sort through them for at least 20 minutes to find the ones where he looked the biggest. It wasn’t necessary anymore. He looked beyond massive in every single one of them! Monstrous even. He moved his hips and a well-known feeling of hot wetness pressed against his hips. He was leaking already. The sight of himself was enough to get him going.

The car windows gradually steamed up. He posted just one photo in the end but he didn’t mention his growth to his followers at all. He just wrote: “Another successful session in the books. This pump feels massive!!”

Writing this, he grabbed his massive hardon again and again while the wet spot grew bigger in his pants. He took another glimpse at his own picture and marveled at his build.

That is me. That is really me, fuck! Look at all that fucking mass.

He opened Grindr and it didn’t take long to find a twink thirsting for a mass monster—a twink desperate for a good pounding.

The other guy wrote, “You really this big?”

Paul smiled. He started the engine. He needed to put his new body to the test and fuck someone’s brain out!

For years now, Paul had always been a dominant top. He had never had sex with someone bigger than him (muscle- or cock-wise) because there hardly were any men with a build like Paul’s around. Sometimes another muscle head found his way to his Grindr profile and even then he was the one doing the fucking. A cock like Paul’s dictated it.

Paul felt incredible as he was riding the twink whose name he forgot five minutes after meeting him.

The young guy had met him at the door in shorts and shirt. They didn’t exchange many words before they went to the bedroom—his Grindr date only mentioned that Paul looked way bigger than the 245 pounds he mentioned in his profile. He needed to edit that number but right now he was enjoying the surprise in his sex partner’s eyes.

Paul helped him undress, but in the heat of them moment he accidentally ripped the guy’s shorts clean off his body. The twink gasped. He was hard already, leaking even.

Paul thought about placing his camera in a secret location for a few moments but then he thought that this first fuck with his new size should only belong to him. This was his night. Many more would follow and his fans would get to see his body way more from now on. That much was sure.

Paul used his incredible mass to pin his partner down. The guy’s face was pressed into the pillow, he was moaning as he felt the weight of Paul’s cock rest between his cheeks.

Of course, it took a while for him to get used to Paul’s dick. The tip had been enough to make the guy scream, but compared to Paul’s former 13-incher his new 11-incher felt far easier to handle. It was still huge, of course, but the risk of killing someone was significantly lower. He didn’t realize it before but he must have lost some of his thickness too—that was what most of his partners have struggled with; the forearm thickness.

Now he was riding the stranger in smooth motions that kept his immense back and legs flexing and relaxing nonstop. Especially Paul’s full cheeks kept jumping up and down as he fucked the brain out of this night’s partner. The twink was holding on to the sheets as soon as Paul was nuts deep into him. He could feel his perfect v-shaped abs press firmly against the guy’s ass. Then Paul laid a hand around the other one’s body and held him while fucking him at a higher speed. The other hand joined the party but it found a place around the neck of his bottom.

Paul started to squeeze (cautiously, because he was still getting used to his new power) and he could feel the bottom shake below him. He just came by almost getting strangled by a biceps as massive as Paul’s. But the top still had some tricks up his sleeve. The bottom begged for an end soon but that made Paul only fuck him harder and faster.

“This ends when I say it ends.”

He moved his hips at high speed and sweat started dripping down on the twink. Days ago Paul could fuck someone like that for at least thirty minutes but this new body was different. It was much more massive in size and harder to move in every regard. He could feel his mass struggle to keep up with his desired speed.

His pecs rubbed against each other as he speed up the fucking again! God, he was massive! It felt like his cock was growing even harder!

The twink came again as Paul was hammering his G-Spot repeatedly. He turned the bottom around for a few final thrust. He rested his forearms next to the smaller guy’s head for a second and realised with a grin that the neck of the guy was as thick as one of his forearms. He put a hand around the other guy’s neck and smiled.

So close … fuck, it felt good. This power felt so fucking good. Paul shoved his whole cock back in and he could actually feel it bending slightly inside. He was still so much bigger than 99% of all men on earth.

A minute later he pulled his cock out; the condom was filled with his cum.

The bottom wanted to say something but he couldn’t speak. He was completely out of breath and lying there like a beetle on his back. The bed beneath him was drenched in his cum. He must have ejaculated at least four times.

Leaving, Paul caught a glimpse of his massive silhouette in a mirror and grinned again. Being big was the best thing in the world, he thought.

On his way back home he kept thinking about how good his new weight had felt. When he was using it to pin his partner down, when he was flexing mid fuck and feeling his whole body tensing up, when he felt his mass colliding because he was moving into a new position, making his bottom scream in pleasure.

Again and again he returned to the same question.

If 345 pounds felt this good … how would 445 pounds feel?

Before he finally went to sleep that night with his new body for the very first time, he logged into Onlyfans to check on earning, likes, and comments. Everyone was losing their mind over the pic Paul had posted of him in his car. What’s dudes stack?! He’s looking massive—What are these bottoms feeding him?—Is it just me or his this stud growing bigger by the day—Dude is your car shrinking?—Raw, next question—I wanna be his shirt so bad.—Use me daddy. Any time.

Paul smiled. He couldn’t wait to show off his new body at work tomorrow.

Paul woke up with a big grin on his face.

He could feel the weight of his huge pecs weighing him down and that was all he needed to know to make sure. He was still huge. It had not been a dream.

Even though he had less than an hour to get ready for work, he loved using the time in the morning to make content for his Onlyfans. This new body of his needed to be seen, that was for certain! And so he propped his phone up and got into the shower, the rising sun kissing his body behind the glass. With a devilish grin on his face Paul realised that his bulging muscle gut was pressing against the shower control while his big ass was in contact with the glass door. He couldn’t even bend down in his own shower anymore—he had already outgrown it!

He started the water, and the stream was running down his bloated mass! The cascade parted on his big chest and it rained down from his big nipples in two continuous streams. His cock was hard and pressing against the wall; he was used to that because in the past his hard cock had been a problem in this small shower cabin all the time. Paul leaned against one of the walls and his shoulders started pressing against the fogged glass. He grabbed his big nipples and started rubbing and pulling them. His moan was echoing deep and the running water wasn’t loud enough to drown it out.

The camera was filming it all. The shower, his amazing body and his cum almost hitting the ceiling twenty minutes later. All the flexing had been enough to make his body swell just a little bit bigger. The veins on his shoulders were even visible from a distance!

With his big hand he cleared the mirrors of his damp bathroom. God, was he hot to look at. Nothing could wash that smile off his face!

Five minutes later he was standing in his bedroom again, his police uniform on the bed in front of him. He needed a bigger one, that was for sure. But he had to go to the precinct in order to get it. And for that he needed to wear something official … fuck.

He started the process but it soon became apparent that 100 pounds more sure made a difference! One of his calves was almost enough to fill the part of the pants that was reserved for his thighs! He still tried putting them on and only because of the stretchy material it worked! In the past he always had to choose bigger sizes in order for his cock to find room. That extra space was coming in handy now. Still, the pants looked painted on and they surely wouldn’t survive a single squat. Paul turned around in front of the mirror and gasped at the size of his ass! His crack was actually visible. The waistband wasn’t able to cover his juicy muscle ass fully. You could even see a bit of hair peeking out.

Definitely need that bigger uniform. But this one might be just the right size for my fans, he laughed.

Paul thought about doing more content but he didn’t have the time. He put a stretchy white shirt on and marveled at the tightness of it. He flexed his massive arms and saw how the thin fabric hugged his muscles just perfectly. He tried putting the police jacket on but he couldn’t even fit his arm through one of the sleeves. Paul just threw the jacket over his shoulder. That will have to do.

A car honked in front of his house. Benito, his colleague, was there to pick him up. He couldn’t wait to see his friend’s face!

The car sank several inches when Paul got in. A loud peng announced the death of a few of Paul’s seams; parts of his thighs and ass must be visible now. The car was now leaning to the passenger’s site quite obviously. Benito stopped chewing gum as soon as he laid eyes upon his partner. He pushed his sunglasses up to his forehead, showing off his well-muscled forearms, his mouth wide open.

“Have you…? Are you…? How did you …? Paul?! What the actual fuck?”

“Do you like it?”

“You’re fucking massive?! Jeez!”

Benito grabbed Paul’s massive biceps with both hands but he still struggled to encompass it. Paul loved the feeling of that.

“345 pounds! And it’s all real,” Paul said. He enjoyed the hand of his partner on his body and so he began flexing.

“It sure feels real?! How did you do it? I wanna be massive too! And … Oh God, the chief will hate to see this!”

“I’m not on drugs, I promise.”

“You sound like every fucking fitness influencer on my For You Page. Remember when we used to go to the gym together and share the same weights on the rack? That was three days ago idiot! You’re clearly using my PB as a silly little warmup now! What is it? Testo? Tren? Mh?!”

“No, I didn’t take any drugs, I swear. I would never lie to you.”

Benito started the car again and they made their way down to the precinct. Paul and his partner were close. Very close. Benito even knew about the Onlyfans account and used every opportunity to joke about it. He always said, when Paul crashes your birthday party, you never know if he’s there as a cop or a stripper.

Paul explained what had happened in the sauna of the gym in all glorious detail on their drive.

“… and when I woke up in the locker room, I was this size.”

“And your dick—?” Benito wanted to know immediately.

“Smaller—but still twice as big as yours.”

“Fuck you!”

Benito laughed, but he also knew that it was true.

They arrived at the car park and Paul could feel the excitement rise in his body. He couldn’t wait to show off his new body—except to the chief, maybe …

Before he got out of the car, Paul took another deep breath and almost flexed out of his shirt.

“Let’s get you a new uniform then, beast.”

“Beast?” Paul said, raising an eyebrow. “I like it.”

In the afternoon they patrolled the beachfront. It was one of the easiest, if also most boring shifts, but they didn’t mind. It gave Paul and Benito another chance for a chat. Benito moved the car in circles through the streets nearest to the coast, and they enjoyed a bit of sun. The only illegal thing happening was a guy parking in front of a fire hydrant. They waited for him to come back out of the shop, and he almost dropped his bag when he saw Benito and Paul—they surely looked impressive together.

They patrolled down the boulevard and met another team. After a little chat about how massive Paul looked today, they went separate ways again. A few metres down the road, a group of bachelorettes asked them for a photo. It was against protocol, but Paul didn’t mind. Some people secretly took photos of him, but he said nothing. He even felt flattered.

He began to realise that his larger body was attracting far more attention! A bit too much, even.

When they arrived back at the precinct, he opened the top button of his shirt for a minute. The sun outside had made him sweat horribly. His big muscle pecs squeezed out of his shirt slightly, and he enjoyed the breeze on his chest.

And then the voice of the chief’s assistant disrupted his peace.

“He wants to see you. In his office. Now.”

Paul became crucially aware of his own bulge moving left and right slightly as he walked to his boss’ office.

“Chief? How are you? What can I do for you?”

“Sit your big ass down!”

The chief’s office felt ten degrees colder than the rest of the building. Paul squeezed his big ass into the wide chair in front of the desk and it immediately began to creak under his weight. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and his uniform tore a little on his arm. The chair wasn’t comfortable for a man his size, and so he had to manspread involuntarily.

The chief gave him a long lecture about actions, and consequences, and the obvious problem a man of his size caused the precinct.

Paul sat more upright now. “If you’re implying that I’m taking enhancing drugs or anything, I will happily prove you wrong.”

“Good, so we don’t have to force you to do it. Erika is already waiting for you outside.”

“So you don’t believe me?”

“Paul? Have you seen yourself?” the chief almost screamed, his face white. “You look like Schwarzenegger in the 80s! Our reputation is bad enough as it is. We don’t need cops on steroids throwing tantrums in the streets. You better know that the slightest fuckup will get you kicked out.”

“I understand, chief.”

“Now get your blood tested. And I swear to God, if they find one nanogram of anything in your blood, you’re done.”

“Understood.”

Benito was waiting outside the chief’s office. He was trying to cheer him up with an awkward smile. The nurse took his blood and complimented him on his veins.

“That was the easiest blood sample I have ever taken. We are finished here, big guy. You’ll get the results in a few days—but I’m sure you already know what it says.”

Paul had to suppress his laughter. If they knew—especially about his plans. He was far from finished.

It was lunchtime and they were back in the patrol car. Benito wanted to believe every word Paul had said, but it was difficult considering him.

“So this might be our last week as a team then?”

“They won’t find anything in my blood, I swear to god.”

“Your biceps are almost as big as my head, bro.”

“Nice, isn’t it.”

Benito looked Paul deep in the eye, then to his massive arms and back again.

“We need to be back on the street in an hour. Care for a snack?”

Before Paul could answer, his belly rumbled so loudly that it almost made the car rumble.

“… Guess that’s a yes then!”

“You have no idea how hungry I am.”

They left the restaurant with three bags of food and two big sodas. Back in the car, the dashboard was crammed with enough Mexican food for two families.

“I need to open another button,” Paul said. He revealed more of his magnificent chest and breathed in deeply for the first time that day, it seemed. The seams of his shirt were stretched to the limit, and Benito couldn’t take his eyes off of him.

“Seems like you’re sweating much more.”

“I do, but only because you have the heating on.”

“I don’t.”

“Stop lying.”

“You’re such an asshole,” Benito said with a smile on his face. “Just admit that weighing more than two men has its downsides too.”

“Oh, this isn’t a downside,” Paul said, raising his arm to reveal not only a ripped-open sleeve but also huge sweat stains. “I think it’s quite hot.”

“You are such a freak, man.”

“Could a freak do this?”

He took his big soda and put it in his cleavage. He flexed his muscle chest and almost crushed the soda in the process.

“Dude! Be careful! My car!”

“Our car!”

“Yeah, I want to see you crawl into the back row with a vacuum, fucker.”

“I can still do that,” he said, but it wasn’t believable. He took a sip from his straw by just leaning his head forward. He unwrapped his first burrito and started eating, the drink still trapped between his pecs.

Benito joined in and finished his second box of tacos ten minutes later. He was fully stuffed when Paul was still going strong and eating like a true muscle bull.

“Your appetite is surely bigger, too.”

“I’m not yet used to it. It’s crazy how many times I have to eat a day.”

Paul crammed another burrito into his wide-open mouth, and it looked like he was hardly chewing it before swallowing. His muscle belly had swollen bigger by multiple inches, and his buttons were stretched to the limit too now.

“Dude, slow down!”

“Nah, dude. You know how much I love this place. Their food is amazing.”

“Yes, but leave something for the rest of us!”

“Ha ha ha! No.”

He unwrapped the last burrito (the eighth one) and ate it in just three bites.

Benito was worried. He could hear Paul’s buttons straining like crazy, and so he intervened. He flicked Paul’s shirt open (one button at a time) to reveal an even bigger muscle gut than he had imagined.

“Fuck …” he sighed. “Continue eating like that, and you’ll be even bigger in no time.”

With a slightly dreamy look on his face—full and finally happy—Paul said: “That’s the goal.”

The rest of their tour ended without any interruptions. Paul was quite happy that he had more than enough time to devour his insane lunch meal. He was so full for multiple hours that even leaving the car became an unimaginable act. His boner proved to be a problem too. Being this full of food felt truly amazing! His belly was so big and taunt that the pressure alone was enough to keep him fully erect for over an hour—hopefully without Benito noticing.

At the end of their shift, Benito drove him back to the precinct.

“I need to get more shirts. I have nothing at home that fits me anymore.”

“I can wait and drive you home afterwards, big guy.”

“No need. Probably head to the gym. Wanna join?”

“Sorry, but I have a date night tonight. Some fine dining with the missus.”

“Next time then!”

Paul was relieved that Benito had no time. Gym was more of a code word. His horniness was reaching new record highs, and he needed to find someone to fuck as soon as possible!

When he got out of his car, he realised just how sweaty and musky he had become. His still-open shirt (he couldn’t close it anymore) was still three shades darker from all the sweat. His hairy muscle gut was peeking out between the two sides of his shirt.

“See you tomorrow then!”

In the locker room, Paul dropped all of his clothes into the washing bin and stepped into the shower area with his 345 pounds on full display. He loved the sound of his heavy steps and how his half-hard 10-incher was hitting his massive thighs left and right. The showers were renovated only months ago, with wide, dark tiles and nice indirect lighting.

Paul let some cold water run down his overheated body, and his skin began to steam immediately. He was halfway through washing his immense body (with his cock getting harder by the minute from touching himself) when a deep voice echoed behind him.

“Chief wasn’t lying. You are massive!”

The voice belonged to Logan, a big and bearish man of impressive size. He was taller than Paul, reaching almost 6’4 in height with a proud belly. He was also at war with the chief, Paul remembered immediately, but for completely different reasons. The chief had threatened to fire him many times over the years without ever doing it. And the reason for that rested between Logan’s legs too!

Paul and Logan had many very interesting and intimate chats over the years about size and craving more. While Paul (privileged as he was genetically) only fantasized about doing something to enhance his god given gifts, Logan had actually done something. And then more. And then more. And then more again—much to the displeasure of the police chief, because the problem couldn’t be hidden anymore.

“Look who’s talking!” Paul said with a huge smile on his face. He loved chatting with Logan. He was someone who understood him. He pointed at Logan’s overly massive balls that gave him a wide stance. “Seems like you injected more.”

“Over 2000cc now. Slowly approaching the size I always wanted!”

“Does the chief allow you on the streets again?”

“Oh, hell no. I’m at my desk only now. He won’t send me out anymore ever again. My bulge is just too distracting, he says.”

“Well, he’s kinda right,” Paul laughed. “But in a good way.”

“In a good way, indeed!”

A bit of the silicone had wandered from Logan’s balls to his shaft, giving him a truly thick cock of seven inches. He was immediately hard, seeing Paul under the shower with a steel beam of an erection.

“But I’ll leave the job soon anyway, I think. Switching to the private sector. I want to grow some more, and I think the chief will lose his mind when I outgrow the next pouch size.”

“Tell me about it. You cannot imagine the talk I had today.”

“Looking good though. Wanna talk about how you did it?”

“You wouldn’t believe it anyway,” Paul said with a smirk, and Logan just nodded. It wasn’t the best idea to talk about this in the showers of the precinct anyway.

They started showering in silence then, but every time they saw each other, they noticed their hard dicks throbbing for the other’s size. Logan started rubbing his thick cock first. Paul followed only seconds later—he used both his hands for the job.

With an urgent look on his face, Paul pointed at the phone resting on the soap tray in the corner of the room. He had been filming himself showering, but now Logan had joined the fun.

The other guy realized what was happening, but he didn’t care. Later, he would just shoot Paul a little message. Just blur me.

Before anyone could come in and disturb them, Logan went down on his knees quickly, his massive balls resting heavily on the ground and spreading his thighs. Paul grabbed his head and aimed at his face. Seconds later, he came over Logan’s face in huge spurts, covering his sack too in the process. Logan came at the same time.

The shower washed away all the evidence seconds later.

A week later, Paul is back in the gym, wearing a fully new wardrobe. He could still go to the gym with his old clothes, but everything was a little bit too snug for a truly comfortable fit. He was getting too big for most machines at the gym, so he needed the best support he could get from his outfit. So he bit the sour apple and bought most of his favourite shorts and shirts three sizes bigger. Now they still felt snug but not close-to-ripping snug.

Luca, the man working at the gym entrance, was paying him far more attention than just a week ago when Paul was 100 pounds smaller. In fact, everyone in the gym was treating him like a god now. As if he owned the place. They greeted him and wanted to know a few tips on lifting, as if his size gave him some kind of true knowledge.

Luca welcomed him the same way almost every night. He put the phone down and watched Paul very closely.

“Hey beast, how you doin’?”

“Good, good. Ready for a nice pump.”

“Then go ahead!”

Luca opened the gate, and Paul pushed his body through. Before he could head for the locker room, he turned around again and walked back to the counter with Luca behind it. He lowered his voice a little and rested his heavy arm on the board between them.

“Hey, have you ever seen a guy around here, a little taller than me, full beard, cap, well built...” as he described him, Paul realized how little of the strange encounter he remembered in detail. Now, a week later, his memories had faded, leaving behind something more like a shadow than a man.

“Are you describing the man of my dreams?” Luca had to laugh about his own joke. “But no ... no one comes to mind. Maybe he’s not a regular? We have a lot of day members because of the nearby motorway.”

“Yeah, maybe. Thanks anyway.”

Paul was disappointed, but he tried playing it down. He wanted to meet the stranger again. Desperately. He tried to focus on the workout instead.

Paul squeezed his 345-pound body into his slutty gym outfit and went to work. He was dripping with sweat after his 5-minute warm-up, multiple eyes in the gym watching him closely.

He promised his followers extensive gym content, so he filmed every move he made. Paul was still getting used to his new size and strength, and the app he was using to track his lifting had a lot of questions when all his stats jumped from one week to the next. Even though push day was next, he decided to go for a full-body-workout to show off every part of his body with the maximum pump!

He started with a few chest movements, switched to legs (while squatting, his noticeable bulge almost touched the ground!) and finished everything off with some back and arm movements. In the end he was drenched in sweat. A small puddle had accumulated under the cable he used for triceps extensions. He already maxed out the machine and his triceps still wanted more—needed more!

The new gym outfit fit him well without the pump … but now every muscle in his body was hot, ready and filled with blood. Paul looked like he was about to explode. His movements became more inept. Looking down, he realized that his pecs blocked most of his view. He had to bend over to find his water bottle. He emptied the gallon in one go, expanding his muscular belly a little more, making his shirt rise. He lifted his shirt to reveal his pecs with a little wobble. Paul had visible veins on top of both his chest muscles—something he always dreamed of but never archived.

Paul grabbed his phone again and started uploading the content to his OnlyFans. Nobody cared if the footage was edited or not. They just wanted to see him and how big he had become in such a short time. Paul scrolled through the comments under his last posts and he could feel his manhood waking up reading them. Everyone was so horny for his new size and his massive member. He could feel the need to fuck someone rise again. His balls felt full and heavy.

Before heading back to the locker room he posed a little in front of the big mirrors. He pulled his shorts up as far as his huge legs allowed it and pushed his bulge upward with both hands, making it swell instantly. Paul flexed his legs, shook them, and flexed again. The meat tumbled and turned hard as steel a split second later.

Paul grabbed his stuff and finished his session. He walked back to the locker room, the massive hardon in his shorts leading the way.

He dropped his shirt and shorts when he heard a voice behind him, but when he turned around there was no one there. While holding his shorts in front of his cock, he even took a peek into the next row of lockers, but he was all by himself. He grabbed his towel, when he heard the voice again. This time clearer.

Come …

He recognised the voice. Could it be? His blood began to boil. He put everything in the locker and almost sprinted to the sauna.

The heat hit him like a baseball bat when he opened the door. He blinked twice and realised that the room was empty. It was just him, the only sound being the slight cracking of the radiator and the drops of sweat hitting the ground. He threw his massive muscular body onto a bench and sighed deeply. Paul had expected the stranger to be here. He had been 100% sure.

Two minutes passed, and the heat started to feel even more extreme. It didn’t feel like a usual sauna anymore. It felt like he was sitting in a burning cabin, panting, sweating. The drops of sweat started to burn in his eyes and Paul had to rub his face again and again to get rid of it.

With his face in his hands, blind, he took a deep breath. One more minute. Max.

Paul opened his eyes again and there he was. The stranger was sitting on the other side of the bench. He was smiling and he had his cap pulled deep into his face again while sitting with his legs spread.

When did he come in? Paul didn’t hear the door.

“There you are!”

“Sounds like you missed me, big guy.”

“I was looking for you.”

“Have you? Sweet.”

The stranger scooches a little closer.

“I’ve heard you’ve been enjoying your size? Everyone in the gym is talking about you.”

“Are they?” Paul asked as if didn’t know already.

“Oh yes, you’re getting lots of attention it seems.”

“It’s great! Thank you so much for sharing your size with me!”

“My pleasure. You wear it really well. Not everyone can make 345 pounds look so easy. You got used to it quickly, mh?”

“It’s feeling so natural already! Almost as if I was meant to be this big! And … to be honest, the sex is amazing. I’ve been fucking all week like a freak—didn’t even miss the two inches you took. It’s still too big for most anyway”, Paul bragged and the stranger nodded with a knowing smile.

“And when you say it’s still too big …”

The stranger never finished his sentence. He just smiled again with his sharp canine showing.

Paul answered eventually. His heart beating on his tongue.

“I wanna give you more of my dick. Just make me even bigger.”

“Are you sure? Seems like you’ve got into quite some trouble as it is.”

Paul just shrugged, his shoulders almost touching his ears. It didn’t even come to his mind to ask the stranger how he knew about his problems at work. He was blindsided by it.

“Another hundred pounds then?”

“Another hundred?”

Paul was shocked. That was a lot of muscle mass! It would push him to over 445 pounds and that size was basically unheard of. He would be bigger than the biggest off season pros in the industry.

“Maybe sixty pounds? Another hundred is a huge leap.”

The stranger crossed his arms and leaned back.

“Another hundred. That’s my last offer.”

Paul was scared that the deal would vanish right in front of him. He reached his hand out hastily.

“Another hundred. Deal!”

The stranger shook his hand and smiled.

The world was sucked out of the room with a bang. Colours faded, smells passed, and Paul slipped into an unconscious state.

It was dark when he woke up with a start, hitting his arms into something soft. He blinked a few times until he realised where he was.

Paul was sitting in the back of his car. He looked down.

“Oh fuck …”

Paul almost filled the back of his car on his own! His lats spread many inches further than hours ago, his shoulder width was insane! His massive bulging biceps were veiny and his arms felt harder to move than ever before. Flexing, he could actually touch his biceps with the fingertips of the same arm!

“Oh fuck!”

He rubbed his now bigger roid gut and his hands brushed against his massive and pre-dripping erection below. The middle console was already covered in cum. He must have ejaculated while being in a trance.

He started rubbing his massive hardon again, his body felt like it weighed a ton, not a hundred pounds more. The whole car shook with his movements.

His load hit the roof of his car minutes later. He panted heavily. Paul grabbed one of the headrests to sit up, but he ripped the whole thing clean off the seat!

“Fuck … !”

The windows were fogged up. It was the only car left in front of the gym. The clock on his dashboard read ten past four. He had to be at work in less than three hours … looking like a freak.

“Oh fuck …”

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