The rescue

by InflatedMuscle

Expert hunter Chaz encounters a mysterious beast in the deep words—a beast with two legs.

Chaz was a hunter. He had fallen in love with the sport as a child with his grandfather and father teaching him. Now he had taken the hobby far beyond anyone in his family. His grandfather had turned over his remote cabin to the young man and his whole life revolved around his passion. Chaz lived for two things: to hunt and to lift weights. It was his bodybuilding ambitions that turned him into such a serious hunting advocate. Chaz believed there was no better source of muscle-building protein than wild game. Deer, birds such as wild turkey, duck and pheasant, along with all kinds of fish; he hunted them all in season and stockpiled the meat to fuel his bodybuilding. Some of his friends thought it was just another aspect of the craziness that pushed the man to work night and day to pack more muscle on his body. Some warned he was in danger of getting too big to stealthily track his prey, but Chaz would just laugh. That was never going to happen. The man stayed around 200 pounds of lean muscle and was strong as hell. With all the hiking, tree climbing, and dragging his catches out of the woods, the man never worried about doing any extra cardio. Every hunt was a workout for the fitness-obsessed man.

Chaz just loved everything about hunting: the planning, the hunt, and the sense of self-sufficiency that he got from providing his own meals. The man had learned early on in the weight room that it took a lot of serious eating to really grow, and that was expensive. Hunting made that aspect a bit easier. He had even learned how to butcher the meat and freeze it for later use. He would butcher his buddy’s catches in exchange for a percentage of the meat, and this way expanded his own supply. He made his hunting pay in other ways too. His gains in the weight room that he attributed to his diet drew the interests of other friends who wanted the benefits of the wild meat but had no interest in hunting. Chaz was soon trading his meat stores for other usable goods such as gym dues, clothes or unused weight or hunting equipment. The man loved to find ways to make his hobby pay and relished in his self-sufficiency. He always talked of wanting to spend a winter in the wilds of Alaska in a cabin, living off his own means, and actively looked for other adventurers who might share the dream someday.

More than the hunt, Chaz loved animals and being out amongst nature testing himself and learning about wildlife. It was an aspect of his obsession that puzzled some of his friends. Many liked to paint him as the cold-blooded killer of Bambi and his happy wildlife friends, but things weren’t so cut and dried. Chaz enjoyed photographing and studying wildlife as much as hunting. It fueled his understanding of the natural world as well as fed his hunting obsessions when his need for food had been met. If the man wasn’t hitting weights at the gym he generally could be found in the woods or cabin. As often as not, he had a camera rather than a gun or bow in his hands.

Chaz’s big dream in life was to get his hands on some hunting ground and make a living as an outfitter. He would like to get some good, isolated timberland and build a cabin or, more accurately, a group of cabins. He could then act as a guide and host for hunting trips for the growing urban hunting crowd. The man was confident that there was a fortune to be made from well-heeled hunters who wanted someone to do the dirty work needed to make their annual long weekend excursions possible. Chaz’s father and grandfather were perfect examples. Both were lawyers with busy careers who loved to relax by retreating to the wild to hunt or fish. His brothers followed in what had become the family business. Chaz was different…the odd man out. He had no interest in the law. His father looked at Chaz’s ambitions as a whim to be gotten over quickly so he could get on with life. His grandfather was a bit more encouraging, having handed over the keys to his long-owned lodge to Chaz’s management. The bodybuilding hunter had gladly taken over the maintenance of his grandfather’s hunting cabin while he worked as a personal trainer in a nearby college town. It was hardly a serious career path in the view of his family but one they tolerated with some amusement. In fact, they all took advantage of the situation by letting the beefy man plan their hunting and fishing weekends, letting him play at his fantasies while they kicked back and enjoyed more trips with fewer responsibilities. None of them missed the several trips a year that were devoted solely to maintenance and the cabin property had never looked better.

It wasn’t like Chaz was some sort of a meathead slacker, though some in his family liked to describe him that way. He had been taking steps to make his dream a reality. Since he had finished college he had continued his education by taking business classes on the side. He often took part in wilderness training excursions to learn all he could about living in the wild or some aspect of the wilderness life. He had hiked and built cabins in Alaska one summer as an undergrad, climbed mountains in South America, and hunted in Africa. Every year he went with his grandfather to hunt large game in Canada. Financially, he was barely breaking even, yet he was living life by his own rules. His dream included a cabin devoted to workout equipment where he could work on his bodybuilding in his down time, maybe even train other muscle-heads. The man had thoughts of even hosting muscle-building seminars using the camp as a retreat. The optimistic man saw many ways to make his dreams pay.

The air was sharp for late fall as he walked along with his compound bow over his shoulder. Chaz was going to get a deer before the weather turned bad. There were calls for heavy snow in the coming days. He often bowhunted alone. The quiet solitude benefitted the hunt as well as gave him time to work on his plans. It was so early the sun had yet to rise, though the skies had brightened considerably. He wanted to be in his stand before the sun rose. By now he was a couple miles from the cabin. The muscled man was dressed from head to foot in camo-patterned clothes, though most everything Chaz wore had some sort of camo pattern to it. As he walked along, he kicked around his plans in his head. He was going to lay out his plans before his grandfather on their next hunting trip, hoping for financial backing. He only had a few weeks to finalize everything. His dream had evolved into business plans, spreadsheets, and cash flows. Chaz knew he would have to have a real business plan to lay out before the old man if he had any hope of loan to set the dream in motion. As Chaz walked through the trees, he pulled a notebook and calculator from his pocket and started making notes as he checked the math he had been doing in his head. Most of his days were now spent on such calculations. He was heading for a tree stand down by the river.

As he walked along, making notes through a landscape he knew like the back of his hand, Chaz heard something moving through brush. The super hunter stopped and shoved the notepad and tools into the inner pocket of his coat. He listened, and again there was the sound down below him. Chaz raised his binoculars and looked. He was on the ridge over the river. He scanned the slope below him, not seeing anything but trees. He stood silently for some time until he finally made out some movement through the trees below. Chaz could see trees and brush tremble as something moved along the riverbank. The man watched for some time not getting a clear glimpse at what it was. It was too big for a deer. Chaz wondered what it could be. There weren’t any huge wild animals in this part of the country, just deer and some stories of big cats sometimes showing up after decades of being wiped out. Chaz wondered if it might have been a lost cow or bull as it seemed too big for any of the usual suspects. He dropped down the steep bank silently hoping for a better look as he tracked the sounds.

The man followed along for some time, slowly working closer to the sounds of the animal moving through the brush, without getting much of a view beyond shifting twigs and leaves. Whatever it was it was moving along the river slowly. He really thought it was a lost bull, but he couldn’t smell any feedlot smells. There were no hoof tracks in the damp soil. Just old footprints, that Chaz assumed he had made on his frequent walks through the timber. He stepped up to pass the animal and jumped up on some rocks for a better view. He could hear each step crackling through the brush. As Chaz closed in he could hear the thing breathing with each step. Tree and brush shuddered as the thing pushed through the undergrowth. It was panting and giving off a low grunt as it walked. He chuckled as an image of Bigfoot popped into his head. There were no bear anywhere nearby, but the heavy breathing made him think of one. Maybe a massive Grizzly, but the idea was crazy.

As the hunter overtook the slow-moving mystery he was shocked to see that he wasn’t tracking an animal. The slow-moving thing stopped suddenly, and Chaz got a glimpse through the trees. What he saw was a huge ass and legs…two massive legs. It was a man…an enormous man. The thing was bent over at the waist as if stretching. Chaz was shocked by what he saw. It wasn’t the hair-covered mystical Bigfoot but a man in what looked like a diving suit.

Standing below him was this lower body of what had to be a freak. Chaz stared at the sight, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. The legs looked fat at first but were packed with bloated muscle. It was crazy looking, like each leg was as big around as the average guy. They were huge and corded with fat muscles. He pulled up binoculars for a closer look. The legs looked like black painted muscle. Two huge hamstrings supported a massive muscled ass. The calves were as big as basketballs and practically rested on the back of the guy’s foot as if the swollen muscle had swallowed his shins. It looked like he had been dipped in a rough-textured rubber. With the binoculars Chaz could see ridges covering a zipper arching up over its ass between the two globes of muscle. Whoever it was, the freak was almost barefoot. He wore flip flops and was bent over with one in his hand as he massaged a huge sore-looking foot. His thighs were so wide they swelled out way beyond his hips. His thighs had grown so big they were damn near round from the hips to the knee.

Chaz couldn’t believe anyone would be out in this weather or so deep in the woods without decent shoes on. The air was cold and getting colder. The air had a sharp bite to it the closer you got to the river. Chaz knew it would be snowing before long. He doubted they would see the sun today as the brightening sky was grey. He wondered if the guy had come off the river or something. Maybe he was a kayaker who had an accident but he still wouldn’t be without shoes. Plus a kayak big enough for a set of legs like that would be as big as a barge. All Chaz could think was that the suit was some hyper-insulated diving suit, but why wouldn’t a winter-type dive suit like that not have some sort of foot covering? The freak was grunting and panting as he ran his hands over his dirty foot. Chaz could see the muscles bulge and shimmy on his legs as he balanced on one foot. The suit almost looked inflated, as if it was blown up like some extreme superhero costume. The coloring wasn’t right, but it brought to mind the Incredible Hulk. The hunter tried to reason this through, but nothing made sense. Why someone in a party costume would be running around so deep in the woods this time of the morning defied logic unless he got dumped out as some prank. The hunter reasoned that maybe somebody had inflated him in this muscle suit and then dumped him in the woods. The guy might be so blown up he couldn’t reach around to deflate the suit or take it off. Like some college initiation prank. It might have sounded like some great idea to a bunch of drunk frat boys, but in this weather, it could be a death sentence. They were miles from the cabin, which was located on little more than an old abandoned logging trail with another eight miles to go for any real roads. The guy couldn’t have been more isolated. If the man had come off the river in some sort of super-insulating inflatable dive gear, blown up like that it would be all but useless. It might be warm but anyone wearing it in water would be as helpless as a human pool toy. On land, it wasn’t much better. The hunting expert couldn’t have been more dumbfounded if he had suddenly discovered a dinosaur wandering through the timber.

The freak put the flip-flop back on. With a grunt, he began to straighten up slowly. He twisted and popped his back as he stood up. Chaz leaned into the trees for a better look. The rest of the guy was just as freaky as his legs. His back looked like a huge wedge of muscle. Like muscles on top of muscles and far thicker and wider than anything Chaz had come across in the gym. The guy slowly rose to his full height, which was not nearly as impressive as his sheer mass. The suit was blistered with bulging muscles. Through the binoculars, Chaz could see a zipper down the back to just above his ass. There was no way the freak could have put the suit on alone and even if he had, removing it without help would be impossible. It was impossible for the guy to reach back with those arms and grasp a zipper on the backside of his bull neck.

The man looked ridiculously small at the waist but spread out to just as crazy proportions through the shoulders. The freak wore a black lifting belt cinched in tight around his wasp waist, highlighting the disparity between his upper back and tiny waist. Chaz thought, “No wonder he is breathing hard with that belt cutting him in two.” He’d never seen anyone wearing a belt like that outside the weight room. Not only that the belt was so tight it looked as if the freak had blown up around it. The hunter knew from experience that the guy probably was trapped in the belt if not the whole suit. Somebody had really done a number on him.

His upper back was thick as hell and overshadowed his lower back and ass by a good foot. That was just the overhang! Chaz had never seen a back as thick as that. The man’s neck was hidden behind traps that brushed his ears and were as wide as Chaz’s gym-built shoulders. His delts looked like overblown muscled balls. His lats were so blown up he stood with his jacked arms shoved out wide at his sides as if his muscle-distorted body was locked into a permanent shrug. The monster raised an arm and leaned on a tree, popping his back loudly again as he twisted. Chaz had never seen an arm as big as his. Like the rest of the guy, his sleeves were blistered with swollen muscle almost as if he had been painted black from the wrist on up. The guy’s upper arm must have easily been over thirty inches around. Chaz was proud of his nineteen-inch arms but this was insane. He wondered if the guy’s arms were twice the size of his. That suit was crazy. His hands were wide and thick-fingered. They were filthy. He wondered if they were gloves sized in proportion to the costume.

Chaz took a step forward in hopes of getting a look at the freak’s front side. A twig snapped loudly, startling the huge man. He jumped and turned. “Who’s there?” he grumbled. The man had a smartphone in his hand that he had been looking down at. His head darted back and forth, but all he saw was trees. “Who is it?” the freak barked.

Chaz said, “It’s me. I’m a hunter. I didn’t mean to startle you. I’m coming around.” He walked ahead and jumped down from the rocks and faced the muscled freak. The man had long, unkempt hair that stood out in waves and hung to his shoulders. There were sticks and bits of leaves stuck in it. His face was covered with a wild beard. His eyes were big, and he was breathing hard as if he might turn and run. That is if he could run. In that crazy suit, the man didn’t look to be built for speed. “I’m Chaz Kingwood.”

The man still seemed startled as he looked up and down the bank. He glared at Chaz as if he didn’t trust him for a second. He stood bent forward a bit as if his enormously muscled body was coiled up like a spring. Chaz asked, “Where you headed?”

In a move of surprising speed, the man leapt forward, grabbing Chaz by the shoulders. “You got to help me. There’s somebody trying to kill me. He’s coming for me! I have to get away.” The man was trembling, and there was fear in his dark ringed eyes.

Chaz tried to shove his hands off, but his big hands pinned his arms to his sides. “It’s okay. I can get you help. Just relax. What do you mean somebody is after you? Who?”

The man’s eyes shifted back up the slope and he hissed, “Shhh!” He tilted his head as if he was listening to something.

Chaz began to wonder if the freak was crazy. His face and neck were covered with an untrimmed curly beard that blended with the chest hair rising out of the neck of the suit he wore. With his killer case of bedhead, the man had the look of a homeless man you’d expect to find living under an overpass. No homeless man was ever built like this freak of nature… or was he? All that would make sense if you ignored the way he was dressed and his freak size, though Chaz wasn’t convinced it still wasn’t some strange costume. People didn’t build muscle like that; not normally. To the bodybuilding hunter, the man looked like a human version of one of those Belgian Blue bulls. It was a breed of cattle that lacked the natural protein in their system that regulated muscle development. There had been some studies and news reports in recent years of research made of the protein myostatin and a possible role it might play in fighting wasting diseases. The studies always created a stir in the bodybuilding world as people searched for ways to push their gains beyond any normal standard. The articles had photos of the double-muscled cattle who naturally lacked the substance and as a result were massively muscled even for cattle, like some over-roided freaks of the bovine world. The cattle had nothing on this guy. He looked somewhat fat and yet there was no sagging rolls to his bulk. It was as if every muscle on his body had swelled up four or five times bigger than anything close to normal. Chaz could feel the man’s chest rise and fall and odder still, the man’s over-blown muscles seemed to twitch and ripple all on their own as the worried man moved.

The man’s head jerked. “Did you hear that?”

The skilled hunter had been listening but had not heard anything out of the ordinary. Just the normal morning sounds of the waking timber. The wind through the trees. Birds had gradually begun to chirp in the trees around them as the sky lightened … the rushing water of the river below. Chaz grinned, “You had probably heard me. I’ve been following you for a bit. I couldn’t figure out what was moving through the trees and was trying to get a better look. Sorry about that. At first I thought you must have been an animal. Like a big bear or something even though there hasn’t been bear around here for a hundred and fifty years.”

The nervous man listened tentatively and then slowly seemed to relax a bit. “You’ve been following me?” He loosened his grip and turned his attention back to the man.

“Yeah, for a while… maybe fifteen …twenty minutes. I was up on the ridge on my way to my deer stand when I heard you moving down here and thought I’d check it out.” Chaz turned slightly, showing his backpack pack and bow to the man.

The man released his grip. “I need to sit down for a minute. I’ve been walking all night. My feet are killing me.”

“I can imagine. You don’t exactly have the footwear on for hiking.” Chaz looked over his shoulder. “Come over here; there is a boulder you can sit on.” The man had started to drop down where he stood into the overhanging brush onto the wet ground.

“Thanks.” The freak grunted as Chaz took his arm and guided him down the faint trail toward the big rock. The man limped as he made his way on massive legs. His huge thighs shifted over the top of one another with each step. Chaz backed into a tree to make room for the massive man to slide past. His overfilled suit drug against the hunter and gave off tortured sounds as he moved. It didn’t feel air-filled. Chaz guided him down onto the rock, trying to make sense of this. He put his hand on his back. The muscles felt real. Chaz’s hand on his ridiculously huge arm felt solid. The muscles had the density and warmth of real flesh. Chaz couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

The guy was even more amazing looking from the front. Huge muscles seemed to overlap and bunch together, isolating his head atop ridiculously wide shoulders. The man’s chest was so thick it had to block the view of anything close below. As he sat down, it looked as if his head might disappear into his overblown shoulders. He couldn’t imagine someone his size stumbling through the dark, unable to see where he stepped, especially all but barefooted. The nervous freak looked up at Chaz. His suit gave stretching sounds as his huge ass slowly lowered onto the boulder. “Would you have some water? I am so thirsty and I am starving. It’s been hours since I’ve had anything to eat.” He leaned forward resting his forearms on his thighs. His hands were trembling.

Chaz jumped as if surprised. It made sense that if the man had walked all night that he would be hungry yet he looked the complete opposite of hungry. His muscled gut looked as blown up as the rest of him. Not exactly a roid gut but his belly was thickly muscled and bulged out once he sat down. The belt cinched in so tight only lifted and made his muscled gut look bigger. Chaz swung his pack off his back and began setting his equipment aside. He reached into the backpack and pulled out a bottle of water, handing it to the man. He then produced a protein bar that he gave him. The muscle monster immediately bit into the bar and then spit out the wrapper in his haste to eat. He practically inhaled the bar as it disappeared into his mouth in a couple of bites. Chaz hesitated and then looked back up the bank toward the cabin. He could see that there was no way he was going to do any hunting today. He reached back into the pack and pulled out a big foil covered packet of roasted wild turkey and handed it to the man.

The man broke into a smile. “Oh, fuck dude, you’ve saved me!” The man looked dazed, and for a moment his chin seemed to quiver. The bull shook it off as he sucked on the bottle and tore into the food. The man suddenly looked happy as if the shadows in his eyes receded a bit. He ate like a starving man. He shoved big chunks of meat into his mouth, barely chewing before he swallowed. The foil held enough meat for several meals for Chaz, as he never knew how long he would be out. It could take till sundown to get his deer. The man was quickly going through the meat as if someone might take it away from him. He chomped and slurped the food loudly. As he ate, he still held the smartphone in his hand. “Do you have a phone? I can’t get a signal.” He spoke with his mouth full.

Chaz looked back up the hill. “Not with me. Mine is in my truck. It is useless to carry it out here. It is hard to get any signals this far from towers, especially down here by the river. I sometimes can get a signal up on the ridge if the weather is right, but you can’t count on it. We keep trying to get someone to put a tower up on the bluff, but they say it is too isolated to be worth the expense despite the range it would give.”

The freak was inhaling the food before him and in no time had drained the water bottle. He looked up sheepishly. “You wouldn’t have another one of these?”

Chaz was already digging in his bag and handed him another bottle. He kept digging and pulled out an extra pair of wool socks and went back for a first aid kit. “Let me see your foot,” Chaz said as he squatted down before the bull.

The man looked astonished as the hunter seemed willing to pitch in and help him. He raised his foot and Chaz took the flip flop off and examined his foot. The big foot was dirty and the skin was dried and cracked with bloodied spots. Chaz cleaned it with wet wipes as best he could and then noticed some thorns sticking out. He pulled out a set of pliers from a clip on his waist. As the man ate he doctored and bandaged the man’s sores and then repeated the work on his other foot. His feet looked like he’d been walking for days. Chaz then shoved the thick socks up over his feet. The hunter then returned to his backpack and pulled something out of a zippered pocket on the bottom of the bag. “These are made to keep your feet warm over your boots while in a tree stand or ice fishing. They aren’t made for hiking, but they will warm you up.” He slid the thick insulated booties over the man’s sore feet and shoved them up over his jacked calves as far as he could. He then worked the heavy zipper up the soft sides and cinched in the cord around the tops. They were huge but not sized to legs like this. He wasn’t able to close the zipper completely but they would help. The man had finished the food by the time Chaz stood up. He set the worn flip flops on the boulder beside him. “What size shoe do you wear?”

“Elevens.”

“There is some gear of my family’s back at the camp and I might be able to find some boots to fit. I’ll bring them back.”

“You’re camping out here? Alone?”

“I got a cabin up on the bluff.”

“Man, I can’t thank you enough. I thought I was dead.” The man looked worried again. “My feet feel better already.” He raised a foot and looked at the quilted red boot.

Chaz stood before him. “So what were you doing out here? Scuba diving the river…or kayaking…?”

The man looked bewildered and then down at his rubber-covered wide lap as if understanding. “Oh…no…I…you wouldn’t believe me if I told you. It is crazy.”

Chaz grinned. “Try me.” He was removing a belt from his waist and then unzipped his coat. He shook off the long duck-hunting jacket and threw it over the man’s broad shoulders like a blanket. There was no way it would fit the freak.

The man raised back and resisted. “No, you need this. I’m okay. You’ve helped me so much already.”

Chaz still wore a light down vest over a fleece. The straps of his bibs sunk into beefy shoulders. “I’m fine. It’s not that cold, plus I’m going to hike back up and get my four-wheeler. I can get it down close by here so then you won’t have to walk so far.” He pulled a knit cap from a pocket of his bibs and pulled it on. “I got more coats in the truck. I’ll be fine.”

The huge man then stood up with his arms out. He grabbed the surprised hunter and pulled him in, wrapping his arms around him. Chaz felt like a little kid as the massive man hugged him to his muscled chest. “Man, you are a lifesaver. I can never repay you enough. I can’t believe you found me.”

Chaz chuckled as he slapped his back awkwardly with his arms pinned to his sides. The guy smelled bad…well, no worse than any hulk dressed in rubber who had been wandering around lost. He definitely needed a bath and some toothpaste. “It’s nothing. I’m sure you would do the same thing if things were reversed. Look just sit down and relax. I have a couple mile walk back up to get my four-wheeler and will be back, and then we can get you out of here. Will you be all right?”

“You’re gonna leave me here?” He sounded like a worried kid despite his size. The hulk sat back down, pulling Chaz’s coat up around his shoulders. He then changed his tone. “Yeah, I guess… sure. I’ll be okay.” The man seemed worried as he looked around with his head down. It was almost as if he was trying to convince himself with his words. He seemed bothered now and wouldn’t look up at Chaz.

Chaz had no idea whether the guy was a complete wacko with an invisible boogeyman on his trail or just some genetic mutant who got lost in the woods and had just been through a rough night. Despite his appearance, he seemed somewhat normal. What the hunter was sure of was that he needed to get him back to his truck so he could drive the man to the nearest hospital. He needed to do it before the snow started falling. He’d let the professionals sort out the man’s condition and story. The freak seemed kind of dazed. With the changing weather patterns that task would only get harder and more dangerous on the slow-moving, exhausted man if he delayed. The trip back to the cabin was all uphill through rocky brush. The way the guy moved and breathed, it would take him hours to walk back with the hunter, even if he could make it. Chaz knew alone he could get back in twenty minutes easy, especially if he left his back pack and gear here.

Chaz squatted down before the freak. “What’s this about somebody trying to kill you?” He was a bit concerned that he might be poking into a hornet’s nest of insanity but maybe it was just a paranoid delusion brought on by the situation. He had heard of people having wild hallucinations in such conditions even after not being lost for very long. The man was lost in the woods alone and hungry for who knows how long. The mutant said all night, but what if it had been days? From the looks of him, it might have been weeks. There was no doubt he had no natural survival instincts at all. The guy had grabbed a smartphone but no shoes or coat…even gloves or a hat? What had he planned to do? Call a cab?

Chaz was equally sure no one was in the woods near them. He had practically grown up here and knew everyone for miles around. This time of year there would be no one around, especially with the forecast. Seventy years ago or so there were quite a few cabins scattered about but over the decades most had been abandoned and let fall down. That was why he loved his grandpa’s cabin. It was so isolated he could pretend he was alone in the Alaskan wilderness. An eight-inch snowfall would be nothing compared to what he would have to face if he was really in Alaska surviving on his own. The first big snow of the season sounded like fun to the hunter. Chaz’s friends and family were used to the man disappearing to the cabin at times like this and by now gave it no second thoughts. In town the forecast would right now have people flooding the stores, depleting supplies of milk and bread as if they were facing weeks of lockdown. To Chaz the forecast was a welcome chance to run off and pretend he was some mountain man of old living off the land. His family knew not to expect to hear from him for a week or so, as he had explained when he checked in before leaving town. It was supposed to be a short lived arctic blast that would be back to normal temperatures in a few days. The trip was no real danger for the hunter. Now it seemed everything had changed.

The big man seemed to grow agitated as Chaz tried to quiz him. “It is all so crazy. I’m afraid you will think I’m nuts. Hell, I lived through it and I hardly believe it. It was like some fucking nightmare that wouldn’t end but I know it will sound like I was asking for it.” The man dropped his head into his hand. “I’m so stupid. I don’t know how I let myself get into this situation.” The man sounded exhausted. His whole body was shaking now.

Chaz tried to smile and put his hand on the man’s shoulder. “Everything is fine now. You are here with me and I will look after you. I know all about these woods. You are safe. I’ll tell you what… the first thing I’m doing when I get to the truck is call the police if I can get a signal and get them on the way out here while I come back for you. We will meet them on the road. So here is the plan. I’ll go for the four-wheeler. That will take a half hour tops. Then I’ll drive you to the truck on the four-wheeler so you can rest and take it easy getting out of here. That is like a fifteen-minute ride maybe ... probably less. I’ll get you some boots at the cabin and some warm clothes or blankets, too.” There was no way there was any clothes that would fit the freak. Chaz was sort of thinking out loud hoping it would calm the man and reassure him. “If I get ahold of the police I’m thinking in under an hour we could meet up with them on the road and have you back to civilization. See, everything is okay. In less than an hour we can get you some help.”

The man jerked his head up. “Fuck the cops! They ain’t gonna help me. I tried them. I got away before back in town one night. I got away and ran down the street and a cop car pulled up with two of them in it! I hardly had any clothes on and they didn’t do a fucking thing! Don’t you see! He had drugged me or it was all the beer. We had been partying for hours but that was the night when I realized the guy was nuts and he planned to kill me. But…but the cops, they wouldn’t listen to me. I tried to tell them what was going on! I begged them for help! But he caught up with me there, trying to make them listen. He was all smooth. Fuck, is he a smooth talker. He told them I was just a drunk and had run off. He had been looking for me and was scared cause I was acting so crazy. He told them I had been drinking for days and then just freaked out. He was trying to get me into rehab. See, the cops listened to him cause he is so smooth like that. And he was so huge, you know, like Marcus Ruhl big…you know who he is, right? Marcus Ruhl? He made me look like a runt, but being so freaky kind of attracted people to him and they would just listen to him like he was this guru or something. I know I did. That’s how I ended up in this shit storm. He was good at using that…the way he looked all jacked up and all.” The worried man was not making any sense. This crazed killer was as big as Marcus Ruhl, but dwarfed this freak? The panicked man before Chaz was twice the size of Ruhl or any of those pro bodybuilders. If the guy dwarfed him he would have to be the size of a hot air balloon. Chaz wanted to let the man speak if it gave him some peace of mind, but the more the guy talked, the wilder he acted. These crazy ramblings were wasting time.”

The man continued, “He can come up with the craziest shit and make it sound so innocent but I’m not the crazy one. He is! He’s the crazy one! You got to believe me, Chaz!” The man was wild now, pulling at his hair and beard as he talked fast and loud. He was rolling his head in his hands. “The fucking cops left me with him. They just left me with him. I knew I was dead then. He had busted my face up when I fought him off at his place and ... I had blood running down my leg and those fucking cops just left me. I knew I was fucked then…I was completely fucked. He’d made it sound like a lover’s spat…like I was his alcoholic boyfriend, and he was worried about me, see. I knew that he would kill me when he got back to his place but it was like it empowered him. He bragged about how nobody could stop him now, and he could do anything he wanted to me…see. So his plans changed right then and there, see. He was going to fatten me up even more and make me ginormous, he said, and there was nothing I could do. I would be the biggest freak ever when he got done with me. Then see, he could live off me for years, he said. He was wild after that, like the cops not helping me proved how powerful he was and how helpless I was. I knew I was fucked then. Still, I was sure he would just kill me right then when he put a rag over my face. It just knocked me out, see. When I woke up, I wasn’t at his place but out here in the middle of nowhere. Don’t you see? He took me to his “farm” that’s what he called it… his hog farm! He said a roid hog like me should be kept on a farm.”

Chaz’s concerns were confirmed. The muscle freak was crazy as a loon. The poor guy was rambling and hardly making sense. Spit flew from his mouth as he ranted. Chaz tried to sound calm as he nodded his head. “Sure, I can see that.” He tried to agree with him to calm him down. The guy was yelling and so agitated now.

The man continued. “I need you to take me home…take me to my apartment. That’s what we should do. Take me to my place. I can’t count on these local Barney Fifes. They are fucking worthless. See, then I can call the FBI …or the state police. Don’t you see? That’s who you call in a case like this, isn’t it? The FBI?”

Chaz felt sorry for the exhausted, crazy man. It must be a living hell to be plagued liked that. “Sure, yeah, it sounds like a job for the FBI, I guess. That would work. You want me to call the FBI for you? I could do that.” He was rubbing a hand over the bull’s rubber-coated shoulder, trying to calm him. “If I can get a signal, I’ll call the FBI. How’s that sound?”

The man looked up at Chaz with a look of exhausted joy on his face. “You believe me, don’t you, Chaz!”

“Sure I do, bud.” Chaz forced a smile as he tried to calm the man. “Hey I forgot to ask your name. Here you know me, and I still don’t know who you are.”

“Andy Whitley. Have you heard of me?” The man looked up at him with tired eyes.

Chaz smiled as the man seemed calmer again. “No, should I have? Don’t tell me you are some famous bodybuilder or something. I should have guessed.” Chaz gave his muscled arm a quick flex as if to highlight that he was a bodybuilder too. “I thought I probably knew who all the big guys were by now, but I can’t place you, Andy. But it’s probably cause of the beard and …” Chaz waved a hand over the worried man, “all this. I bet I’ll recognize you when we get back to town and all cleaned up. So you compete? I bet you’ve been in the magazines. You got some freakish huge muscle genes, dude. I’m jealous.”

The man talked quietly again as if he was exhausted. He sounded disappointed, “No I meant in the news because I disappeared. I guess I’m not surprised. I mean the way it started. I told everybody that we were friends, you know, and we worked out together for a few months. I was so happy then. I didn’t see what was really happening. I thought I was lucky, see. People probably just thought I took off with him. He was training me and we talked about me doing some competitions. I’d really swelled up thanks to his help. People noticed that around town…how jacked I was getting. I bet people thought we just took off to Vegas or California or something. I don’t know.” As the muscle freak talked he rested his elbows on his thighs and squeezed fists full of his greasy hair in his hands. Chaz could smell his hair. It needed to be shampooed. What he couldn’t take his eyes off of was the size of the guy’s biceps. The muscles flexed and bulged as he worked his hands. They were huge, like volley balls under his skin, and that was just the biceps. The back of the arms were just as over-developed. Chaz felt like a scrawny beginner next to this freak.

Chaz was aware of the need to get him off of his crazy ramblings and to connect with him. He needed to keep the guy focused on the task at hand. “Shit dude we got to get you back to town and cleaned up. Then you know what you can do Andy…to pay me back for helping you and sharing my food? You can train with me. I bet you can show me all kinds of tricks to build serious muscle the way you’re so blown up. That would be fucking awesome. You could train me and show me how to get all hardcore like you. It must be great to be so jacked up like a stud. Yeah, that’s what we’ve got to do…get back to town so we can hit the weights. Right buddy? We’ll get you warmed up and stuffed full of food first of course but then we’re gonna hit the weights. You can be my guru. Tell me what to eat and how to lift so my muscles blow up like yours. That would be saa-weet. We get back and then you can blow me up massive. There’s no such thing as too much muscle, am I right?” Chaz smiled and tried to keep the mood light as he tried to bond over their shared interests. He patted his shoulder playfully.

Andy said, “You don’t want to get big like this. Fuck man I can barely move.” The man sounded dejected.

“Bullshit dude, you’re a fucking god. It’s got to be great to be the biggest guy in the room. I would love to be all hulked out like that.” The handsome hunter smiled as he laid it on thick. He tried to tease the man out of his funk by bullshitting like he would with any of his bodybuilding pals at the gym. “Besides, movement is overrated. I absolutely want you to jack me up till every single monstrously developed muscle group is so fucking fat that I look like you literally stuck a bicycle pump into my bellybutton and just went crazy with it. Pump, pump, pumping me up to enormously big proportions until I look like a fucking cartoon! I’d like to be twice your size! I want you to turn me into a walking muscle blimp like some…” Chaz took a deep breath and then mimicked as if his whole body was blowing up and his muscle were so big he couldn’t move.

Andy tossed his coat off his shoulders and glared at the guy as he interrupted the high-spirited rant. “Don’t do that! I can see what you are doing! I can see that look in your eyes. You’re looking at me like I’m stupid. You’re just like those fucking cops…you think I’m crazy and … and now you’re making fun of me.” The man was getting agitated again as his mood took another wide swing. The freak started to stand up.

The hunter sat down on the boulder next to the man pushing him back down. When he spoke, he was dead serious. “No, Andy, I am not. I do believe you…I do.” He plucked at the coat pulling it back up over the huge man’s back and tucking it around his bull neck like you might a small child. “You need to keep covered up. It’s getting colder by the minute out here.” He looked up and saw tiny snowflakes beginning to fill the air. It wasn’t supposed to start snowing till afternoon. “I’m sorry man if it sounded like I was joking. I was just trying to cheer you up is all…make you laugh. Take your mind off of stuff.” He drug his backpack up between his legs and started digging again. Chaz pulled out a poncho and threw it over the big man. “You have to keep covered up and conserve your energy till we get you out of here. I can see how exhausted you are.” The man seemed to calm again. His face changed as he stole glances at Chaz. The hunter tried again. “Look Andy, we got a bad forecast ahead of us and the snow has started hours early, so I feel like I better get started getting you out of here. Why don’t you just relax for now? I will get the ATV and be right back.”

The big man seemed lost in his worries. “I…I just realized. You can’t take me home …I mean to my apartment. I’m sure they threw out my stuff and rented it out by now. I’ve been gone so long. There is no way my apartment is there. You see?” He worked his hair again as he worried. “I’ve been so confused. I didn’t expect to make it this far. I thought I was dead. See. Maybe I better let you decide what to do. I just don’t know. I’m so tired.”

“That’s right, buddy. That’s what I’m here for. I’ll make the decisions.” Chaz felt pity for the confused man. He wondered if he had gone off the deep bend and had been wandering around homeless, fighting imaginary demons, but that didn’t allow for his extreme muscle mass. He didn’t imagine that homeless wandering came with free gym passes. Yet, living on the streets Andy might have come across somebody who would beat and abuse him. Maybe that was where this bad guy came in wanting to kill him if he was lost and homeless. Chaz was having trouble making sense of things. For every explanation he came up with there would be things that didn’t add up. Ultimately that wasn’t so important just now. He didn’t have the time to sort that all out. “You can count on me Andy.” He looked around and began gathering up wood from the ground as the snow picked up. “I’m going to make a fire to keep you warm. You know you could take a nap while I’m gone. After walking all night, you must be beat.”

“I am,” the man agreed.

“I can drag up a pile of leaves for you to lay on. That boulder has to feel like a block of ice.” Chaz soon had a good pile of wood for a fire. Finding dried grass for kindling was harder, but he knocked a couple nests from trees and some chunks of dried bark. He pulled his pack closer. Chaz dug out a wad of paper towels that had some oranges and apples wrapped in it. He handed an orange to the big man before shoving the rest into his lap. “I’m leaving my backpack with you. There is more water and fruit in here. You’ll probably find more protein bars if you dig. Eat it all you want. There is plenty more where that came from.” As he talked he shoved the paper towels into the pile of limbs and lit it with a wooden match. The paper and bird nests flared up and soon the pyramid of dried limbs was burning and crackling. He slid the backpack up close to the muscled freak on the rock. “Keep an eye on my stuff and I will be back soon.”

“You sure I can’t go with you?” The man asked. He had pealed the orange and then bit into it like an apple. Three four bites and the seedless fruit was gone. Andy started pealing another from the pile nestled in his lap.

Chaz was going through mental checklists as he prepared to leave the helpless man. He reached into the pocket that had held the booties and pulled out two big mittens and handed them to Andy. Then he reached up and pulled his knit cap off and shoved it over the bull’s head until his hair had mostly disappeared except for the tails hanging down his swollen traps. The man continued to eat as the hunter tended to him. Chaz couldn’t believe how small his head looked atop all that mass once his wild hair was subdued. Andy was indeed a freak. “Trust me, you’re so deep in the woods nobody’s gonna find you ‘cept me.”

Andy nodded his head on his bull neck.

Chaz pulled and raked up a pile of leaves and grass next to the fire. “Besides you’ve got to tend the fire for me now. It will warm you up and the smoke will be like a beacon for me to follow when I come back.” Chaz just hoped the snow wouldn’t get heavy enough to put out the fire. As it was Andy was going to be wet before long as the wet snow seemed to be getting heavier. The flakes were bigger now and he could see them hit the big man and then slowly melt. He watched the man going through the pile of fruit as if it was popcorn. He couldn’t imagine how much food it would take to fill a guy his size up. The freak’s arms were so muscle-bound that he actually had trouble feeding himself. His bis and shoulders were so overblown that they collided with his forearm when Andy brought the food to his mouth. The bull of a man was bent over as if it made it easier to reach his mouth. He kind of lunged at the ball of fruit held by the tips of his fat fingers. The oranges would erupt when he bit into them. Juice and pulp ran down his face and dripped off his hairy chin but the man didn’t seem to care. His chest looked stained as if this was a common problem. Chaz watched him with amazement. Andy’s arms wouldn’t have to get much bigger before someone else would have to feed him; short of putting his food in a trough and letting him shove his head into it as he ate.

The big man reached up to his head but had trouble. He tried a couple times before he snagged the knit cap behind his ear. He pulled it off freeing his wild hair. Andy held the cap out. “You better keep this. The cold can get you too.”

Chaz grinned before grabbing the cap and putting it back on the man’s head. “No you got to keep this on. I’m fine, I got a hood in the collar of my vest. Besides, I’m going to jog back so the cold won’t affect me anyway.” As if to prove the point the hunter reached back and freed the hood from its hiding place and pulled it over his head.

The man devoured an apple in a couple bites and spit out the seeds. He then gave Chaz a look as if he didn’t believe him but left the hat on. “All this muscle is like wearing a three-hundred-pound monkey suit sometimes.” He talked with his mouth full as he peeled another orange. “I feel like a human furnace if I move much at all,” he said quietly. “These days I have a sweat running off me just walking a couple yards. This rock actually feels good to sit on with that fire going.” He looked down watching the survival expert kick leaves into his instant camp bed.

Chaz rose up as he realized the man was telling him he wouldn’t use the bed he was making. He then stepped off into the woods for a bit before reemerging with his arms full of fat sticks. He dropped then beside the man. “Don’t let the fire go out. There are more matches in the backpack.” He looked at the man and could see him worrying as he sat there. There was something beat down about Andy’s large brown eyes that made Chaz think of the old dog he had when he was growing up. The freak was chewing on his fat lower lip; that was the only sign of his mouth that stuck out of his bristly whiskers. He followed Chaz’s every move now. There was something pleading in the way the muscled man looked at him as the hunter was ready to leave. Chaz was shocked at how late it was when he checked his watch.

“What if the wolves come for me while you are gone? I hear them howling at night, especially last night when I was walking in the dark.” His huge shoulders gave a shudder. “I don’t care though, I’d rather a pack of wolves get me than that crazy cocksucker.”

Chaz dropped to one knee before the sick man. He reached out and laid a hand on his muscled shoulder in hopes of reassuring him that his presence was far more real than his fears. “Andy there are no wolves anywhere near this state and hasn’t been since like pioneer days. Those are coyotes you hear howling, and trust me they won’t come near you. They are just little wild dogs really, trying to get laid. They just howl at night trying to find the local pussy. It’s just a booty call. That’s all that is; plus they would be sleeping this time of day. Seriously, if I was you, I’d just stretch out by the fire and take a nap. I can see how exhausted you are. It will be like I haven’t even left and I will wake you up when I get back. I will be coming from back this way along the river—” He pointed over his shoulder. “—even though the cabin is back that way. There is an old trail back north of here that is a clear path for the ATV so I will over shot you when I come back and ride down to the river and back up here. You understand?” He wanted the worried man to know just what to expect.

Andy nodded. He slid down off the rock onto the deep pile of grass and leaves but kept his eyes locked on the hunter’s face. “I’m okay and I will try to sleep, so you better go.” The bull talked quietly but looked at him like some frightened kid trapped inside the body of a hulk.

Chaz knew his plan was absolutely the right course of action but the crazy bastard seemed scared shitless at him leaving. The confident hunter found it hard to leave him.

“I got to tell you something just in case he gets me while you are gone and I know this sounds crazy like I’m trying to guilt you here but have to tell you this while I got the chance. My mom’s name is Janelle Carter. She divorced my dad long” man shook his head as he talked as if he realized he was being pulled off message, “time ago. It doesn’t matter but her name is Carter now and I know she is looking for me… I mean I know she would be missing me. So you have to find her and let her know what happened to me so she knows. I don’t want her wondering all her life and looking for me when there is no way she can find me if I’m dead see… you see what I’m getting at?”

Chaz grabbed his backpack and pulled out a pen but dug for something to write on. He always had a notebook with him but he couldn’t find it. He realized that the hulk had his notepad. It was in the pocket of the coat he had over his back. Chaz reached up under the poncho and pulled out his notebook from the coat the man was using like a blanket. “What is her name and address? And give me her phone number. If I get a signal up on the ridge, I will call her first before I call any cops.”

The big man’s mood seemed to swing to happiness again when he saw the hunter was taking him seriously. He gave Chaz the address of an apartment in Texas and then a phone number. “You promise me you will let her know if you can’t find me later.”

“I promise, Andy.” He reached out and took his huge hand in his. “I swear to you I will call her now…just as soon as I can get a signal. Fuck man when I get you to the truck and we drive out of here a ways my phone will get a signal after a bit. I know right where the signal picks up strong. When we hit it you can call her yourself and let her know you are coming home—right? Like in just over an hour or so you can call her yourself, right? Just think on that while I’m gone.”

Andy wouldn’t look at him now. He just looked at the fire as he sat there with his big hands on his legs. He looked defeated as if his fleeting happiness had abandoned him again. He started rocking back and forth. The bull said in his deep voice. “You better go, Chaz, before you freeze like that staring at me. I’m fine.”

Chaz couldn’t believe how hard it was to leave the frightened man. The hunter reached in and pulled the notebook out of where he had stashed it. “Give me the name of the man you say wants to kill you.” He held the pen ready to write down the name, reasonably sure the bad man was just a figment of the man’s troubled imagination or some celebrity who lives on the other side of the world and has no idea who Andy was. Yet what if the huge man was right about his danger? The hunter felt he had to cover the possibility that he might not find him again. If the man’s fears were based in reality, the man knew the disappearance would bring tons of questions about what could have happened to the guy. He needed to cover as many bases as he could. He looked up at the heavier falling snow hitting the paper and making it damp. It was beginning to collect around the base of grass and cover the bare spots.

Andy’s eyes shot over to Chaz’s face. He spoke fast. “Gunter Richter. He may look like some Eastern European roid hog but he is American. His accent is normal. But I don’t know if that is a real name or not. He lies every time he opens his mouth.” The man spit the words out as if they tasted bitter on his tongue. “He’s six foot but claims to be 6’2” and is jacked as hell. He weighs usually around 330 unless he is acting like he is getting ready for a show, and then he might drop to just under 300. His hair is so blond it’s almost white and he wears it buzzed off … you know a high and tight I think they call it. He has this big Marine Corps tattoo on his left shoulder, but I think it is just for show. The bastard is too fucking crazy for the military.” As the troubled man spoke, he rocked back and forth at the waist.

Chaz was making notes. He was shocked at the details the man was spitting out. If this guy was a figment of Andy’s imagination then he had one hell of an imagination. “But why do you think he wants to kill you?”

Andy glared up at him. “I don’t think; I know he plans to kill me! I been trying to tell you. That’s why he did this to me! Don’t you get it?” He was rocking harder now.

Chaz dropped to one knee as the man started losing it. “Just calm down, Andy. Everything is okay. You are safe now. We don’t have to talk about it.”

The man was rocking hard and making noises deep in his throat. “Look at what he did to me. Look at what he did.” He just kept repeating himself.

Chaz put a hand on the man’s shoulder, “You mean he trained you and jacked you up? What… so he could make money off you competing or something like a manager trainer?”

The upset man made a noise like a frustrated kid. Sort of a squeal deep in his throat as he rocked. He then threw back a shoulder, knocking the poncho and coat off. Chaz then noticed that the man had already pulled the insulating boot off his right foot.

Chaz grabbed his wrist hard as the muscle freak tugged at his sock. “Andy, stop! You have to keep your clothes on and try to stay dry! The cold could kill you, damn it.”

Andy reached out and grabbed Chaz by the neck. The man’s hand felt huge and gripped three-quarters of the way around his throat and was squeezing hard. He pushed him into the boulder and pinned him there. “I got to show you what he did to me. I’m not the crazy one.” The huge man had pulled his sock off and was now tugging at the rubber leg of his suit.

Chaz couldn’t breathe. He pulled at the freakishly strong man’s hand and slapped at his huge forearm. He couldn’t talk. The hunter had stars in front of his eyes and it was as if his hearing was muffled. He swung out with one arm but his wrist slid weakly over Andy’s head knocking his hat off and freeing his hair again.

The next thing Chaz knew was everything was spinning. His head ached and he felt pressure on his back and chest. He was being crushed. He tried to move but couldn’t. He felt panicked. His eyes then seemed to suddenly start working. There was a bright light in his face and he could hear a voice. He didn’t know what the voice was saying but he was talking nonstop. Then his focus returned and he made out a big white mass in front of him. Chaz was dazed but seemed to be coming around. He could see the crazy freak’s huge calf in front of his face. The man’s suit was pulled up into ridges around his tiny knee. The calf was enormous and pure white and hairless. Andy had the man held tight with his arms around his chest, and worse yet he was leaning over him with his weight on Chaz’s back. It felt like he was being crushed. For a second, he thought the massive man was laying on top him but then he remembered the guy’s massive legs were in front of him. The pressure eased a bit. He could feel and hear the nearby fire. Big snowflakes were landing all over Andy’s leg.

“You see that…you see what he did. Tell me I imagined that! He did that to me the night when the cops wouldn’t help me.” There was a healed-over pink spot on the side of his calf right in front of Chaz. A big smile-like indentation cut out of that magnificent calf muscle. This Gunter must have cut a chunk of flesh out of Andy’s leg. No wonder the poor man was afraid of the guy. Andy was talking rapidly, “…they hardly looked at it like it was a scrape or something. Don’t you see he is the crazy one? Who would do that to somebody? We had been partying all afternoon and by evening, I was so loaded I could hardly stand. I think too he had put something in my drinks. I was loopy like everything was fading in and out. Then we were fooling around and the next thing I knew he had done that. I think he thought I was too far gone but the pain…it like sobered me up some. I fought him off and got away from his apartment…” The man had loosened his grip but was rocking slightly as he talked, holding Chaz tight to his chest as if the hunter was a teddy bear or something. Andy’s head was right over Chaz’s shoulder. The crazy man talked quietly with his mouth next to his ear as if he was sharing a secret so private the trees couldn’t overhear.

“I just remember the pain and coming to and the crazy fucker was looking at me chewing with his mouth full and he had blood dripping off his lips. He was talking about how good I tasted and how much he was going to enjoy eating me. That I was going to jack him up something crazy. Then he jumped on me with the rag he was trying to put over my mouth. I think I surprised him by fighting back. I don’t know how I did but I got away from him but I had to. He said it plain out what he intended to do: He was going to kill me and eat me like I was a hog or something!”

Chaz was terrified by what he was hearing. As the final impact came clear, he could see little ridged scars around the old wound. They were teeth marks. The man realized what he was being shown. This crazy assed Gunter had actually taken a bite out of the man’s leg! There was a deep gouge missing out of his calf like a bite from an apple. Chaz was horrified.

The horrified hunter squirmed in the freak’s arms but was shocked at how calm he sounded when he said, “Andy, that is horrible. Let me up so I can get help. We got to catch this crazy bastard.”

Chaz could feel the troubled man’s hands sliding over him as if he was petting his chest like a favorite dog but he didn’t let him go. Andy’s voice sounded relieved and a little amazed. “Look at my leg…how it looks like he just took a bite out of an apple…”

Chaz was freaked out as the man talked in an almost mystified way about his horrifying wound. It felt as if Chaz’s heart was trying to jump out of his chest. His head pounded. The hunter jumped then but said calmly, “I’m going for help.”

Andy let him up but watched him with almost a smile as if he had some relief in sharing the details of his nightmare. The hunter wanted to run as far away as he could get. The thought that there was some crazy cannibal out wanting to eat human flesh terrified him but he knew he couldn’t just flee. “This is real,” he told himself over and over. The hunter dropped back down and started tugging on the leg of Andy’s elastic suit. The cold thick rubber was stiff, but he slid it down to his ankle after a few tugs. While he worked, he talked. “Andy, you have to keep your clothes on. Do you understand me?” The suit sucked back in around the man’s massive calf hugging it like a second skin.

“Yes it’s cold, but you see now, I’m not the crazy one?”

“Yes…yes I see.” Chaz put the sock back on the man and then the boot as before; he once more threw the other things over him to keep him dry. By now, the freak was damp as were his clothes. Chaz shoved the knit cap over his head again. He then threw a couple more logs on the fire. He looked at Andy. “Where is this Gunter now?”

“I don’t know. He could be anywhere.” The man looked stressed again as he rocked by the fire.

“Andy, how did you get away this time? It must have been last night? You said you had been walking all night?”

“Oh yeah, the crazy fucker came up with food and stuff like he does. He doesn’t stay all the time but comes back and forth to the farm to check on me. He gives me my shots and makes sure I’m working out and eating. Every once in a while he spends a night or two but not regularly. Normally, he is just in and out. He keeps me locked up in a cage. It’s like a cell, and I can move around and there is weight equipment in there. He calls it the hog pen. Then he will go away for a day or two. He watches me with a remote-controlled camera. I never know when he will show up or even if he will show. As much as I hate the guy, I have this fear he won’t come back. You know like die unexpectedly or have an accident or just get tired of his fucked up crazy games. I mean I’m totally dependent on the guy, plus he gives me all these shots and pills and stuff so I am hungry all the time…like starving. I am always afraid I’ll run out of food before he gets back.”

The big man shook his head and rocked, “But he was there last night and hung around. He was drinking and seemed kind of out of it, but he was happy. I guess he was staying the night. He was happy with my gains so he brought beer to celebrate. He even gave me a couple. He said it would flavor my meat. He was going on and on about my gains and how they had far surpassed his expectations. How he was beginning to think I could end up maybe eight hundred pounds or more since I hadn’t shown any fat gain yet. I was still sprouting muscle. He said that when I topped out I would start packing on some fat. Then he would know it was time for the butchering. It was like he was giving me a reprieve in his eyes. The bastard said he thought now it might take till spring or early summer to really fatten his hog up. He said when I hit eight hundred pounds or more he could live off me the rest of the year.” The man spoke calmly as if his situation was nothing out of the ordinary. He talked fast as if once started he wanted to share everything.

“I saw my chance, and I took it. He was talking all mush-mouthed like so I knew he was drunk. I hit him in the head with a plate…a weight plate like a ten pounder. He dropped like a sack of potatoes.” The man rocked as he shared his story staring at the fire. Andy was whispering again, “I meant to kill him. I had planned on it if I ever got the chance. I was going to enjoy doing it after what he’d done. I had imagined it a million times over … but I couldn’t do it. I was going to smash his head in. Beat it to a pulp…crush it between my hands like a walnut but I’m too much of a pussy to do it. I just knocked him out. See … I wasn’t sure I could get away, even though the cell was unlocked. He had put me to sleep when he brought me there. I woke up in the cell and hadn’t been out since. I didn’t know what was beyond it. He might have still had me locked in, see. What if there was another locked wall of bars and I couldn’t get out… it’s not like you can chew through iron bars. I don’t know what I thought.” The man was tugging at his hair again as he rocked.

He stopped rocking and raised his head as a new idea took over. “I’m still not sure where I am. My town is surrounded by flat farmland, not these hills and timber. But I thought if I just followed the river long enough, I’d get back to town or at least somewhere. Is this like Missouri or Arkansas?”

“No, but what town are you from?”

“Camden.”

Chaz let out a breath. Camden was on the other side of the state and at least a hundred miles away, maybe two. It wasn’t even on the same river. The direction Andy had been headed, was taking him toward a closed five-thousand-acre state park and in the opposite direction of the nearest town. This time of year he would have never been found. There was no point in telling lost man that now.

“How do you know he was just knocked out? Even a light hit to the head with a metal plate could do some serious damage. He might not be looking for you.”

“I checked. I put my ear on his chest and could hear his heart beating. I tried to make myself finish it for quite a while but I couldn’t. Then I took off so I could get away. At first I was just going to make sure I could get outside and then come back and finish him off, see. Once I got outside…I just kept moving. I…I couldn’t go back in there. What if he had woken up by then? I was too scared.”

“Surely he had a vehicle. Why are you walking?”

“He has an old truck but the keys weren’t in it. They must have been in his pocket or a coat or something. I wasn’t going back in to check cause I had wasted so much time as it was, I was afraid he was awake by then. I know I should have but I was afraid. I took off down the road but it was little more than two tire tracks and an open space between the trees. I followed it for a long time, but it just disappeared. I must have taken a dead end or missed a turn in the dark. I wasn’t going back to start over. But I could hear the river so I walked toward it and then made a guess which direction to go. Figured I had a fifty/fifty chance of going the closest way to town or a highway or something? Right? So I just went away from Gunter’s place.”

“So where is his farm? Is there a cabin or something?”

“It’s back that way. I thought it was a Quonset hut from what I could see of it from inside but it was a cave. It looked like a cabin or a jail from the inside. I didn’t realize what it was until I got outside and looked back. It was a cave into a hillside with all these trees and stuff grown over it. If you didn’t know it was there, you could walk by it…but it was dark. I didn’t hang around after I got outside.”

Chaz had never heard of such a place. “Was there anything else around it? Other buildings.”

“There was a pile of rubble with brush growing from it and another that looked like a galvanized roof on the ground like a garage or barn had fallen down.”

That could have been any of a dozen places scattered over the hills.

“And a rusty windmill that screeched over and over when the winds turned the blades. I could hear it faintly in the cave. It almost drove me crazy. Screech, screech, screech for days on end.”

The snow was falling heavily now as both men leaned over the fire talking. Chaz’s take on the situation had turned 360 degrees. Sure, the huge man seemed not quite right, but with what he had been through, it was understandable. Andy must have been going through some sort of shock or PTSD. The hunter was still struggling with the thought that there could actually be a cannibal wandering through the woods. What if Andy hadn’t killed him? Chaz thought the windmill might be a clue as to the location of this cave but that would have to wait. He couldn’t imagine it was a great distance away. Andy was so slow moving that the man couldn’t have covered too many miles despite the hours of walking. The snow was clinging to everything and coming down heavier by the minute. The man knew he needed to get working on getting the big man out of there.

“This snow is really building up quick. I’d better get on the road and get you out of here.” He looked around as he turned his attentions back to the task at hand. The big man just nodded as he leaned toward the warmth of the fire. Chaz could almost see the man’s anxiety rise. The hunter reached down and, with a practiced move, opened the leg of his bibs over his calf. He pulled out a huge knife from a sheath strapped to his leg and handed it to Andy with no acknowledgement of the move. Just relax there and keep warm. I’ll be back in a half hour or so.”

“Sounds good,” the big man said.

With a nod of his head, Chaz was off jogging back up the hill up over half buried rocks and boulder churned up during the last ice age. He ducked under trees and around brambles moving as a crow flies toward his target. All the while his troubled mind stumbled over repetitive thoughts: “I have to get help…this is real…a sick bastard who eats human flesh could be loose in the woods…this is real…this real…” The fit man was panting before long as he hustled through the timber with far more haste than normal. His thighs burned but he pushed on. He was out of breath when he hit the cleared yard of his family’s cabin. He immediately ran to his truck and jumped in. He was damp from the snow and cold. He turned on the truck and cranked up the heater before grabbing his phone, hoping. He turned it on and waited for a moment as it booted up. Then the moment of truth: there was no signal. Chaz wasn’t surprised as the skies were slate gray and the snow fell heavily. The grass was nearly covered, only peeking out of the layer of white now.

The man wasn’t surprised. Even on a clear day, reception was spotty. He sat in the truck, running the morning’s events through his head. Chaz was scared. Despite his tough guy persona and survivalist hunter training, the man was freaked out by the fact that there was a lunatic possibly running through the woods. The thought hit him that he could drive to where reception picked up and call the authorities … or just drive to town to the police station. He could lead the authorities back to where Andy waited. The hunter turned off the radio so he could think. He could see the four-wheeler he had come back for through the open garage door. The cops would be out here in force before Andy got too cold. The fire would keep him warm. Even as he kicked over the thought Chaz could picture Andy’s worried eyes. He had promised him that he would be right back. The poor man would worry if Chaz wasn’t back soon. The snow began to melt when it hit the warming windshield as Chaz wrestled with his promise. Why hadn’t he just told the man he would go for help? He watched the heavy snow fall. If this kept up they would have far more than eight inches. He could feel the warm air flowing into the cab. Chaz turned and started rummaging through the pile of clothes in the extended cab. There were fleeces and hooded sweatshirts but none of his hunting jackets. He grabbed a fat parka and pulled it on. It at least would be warm even if the nylon would be vulnerable to thorns and brambles.

Chaz realized no matter what he did he had promised the big man that he would get him a pair of boots from the cabin. He jumped out of the truck and ran across the yard to the cabin. It hadn’t changed much since it was built in the 1920s. Just a small bungalow with an attic dormitory-type room on the second floor where he and his brother and cousins would sleep growing up. He went in the back door that led into the kitchen. The room had little resemblance to a modern kitchen. Just a metal sink base on one wall under a window overlooking the back yard. On the next wall the gas stove that was fed with LP gas tanks through the outside of the wall. Next to it was the water heater also fueled by the tanks. There was a table in the center of the room with a plastic tablecloth stapled over the top. In one corner was a tall metal cupboard where dishes and supplies were stored next to the refrigerator. There were open shelves along the walls filled with the tools of food prep. The room was very basic but had served the family well for decades. The last feature that was unique to most kitchens was an old claw-footed bathtub along the far wall. There was no indoor bathroom so somewhere along the way a tub had been added to the kitchen. There was an outhouse in the yard, which covered other bathroom needs.

A door to the right went to the main room. The walls and ceiling were covered with strips of narrow bead board in place of plaster. The wood had darkened with time, eating up the light that came from the windows scattered around the bungalow. There were deer heads, racks, and fish mounts on the walls. Some trophies from his Grandfather’s travels, more exotic heads and furs. A moose head hung over the stone fireplace near a bear skin rug. An old oak table surrounded by benches and chairs stood just inside the room near the kitchen. There was a wood-burning stove nearby that heated the space. At the far end of the room was a living room of sorts with a sofa and a couple deep chairs near the fireplace. An old iron bed stood in an alcove nearby. There was a small entry near the front door with a closet and staircase to the upper floor. The front door opened to a screened porch that stretched across the front of the cottage. That was it. The only electrical outlets were in the kitchen supplied by a generator that was fueled by the LP tanks. The place was as simple as could be. Kerosene lamps hung from the ceilings as well as sat on the many tables. Chaz loved the simple life the lodge provided.

Chaz’s addition to the space had been a weight bench, an assortment of weights and two post stands for squatting. The weight equipment took up about half of the dining area and a twin alcove that matched the one in the living room. His gym equipment would be tossed out into the yard when a crowd came. The place was worn and comfortable. Photographs were pinned up all over the walls from the family’s decades of hunting trips. Most of the curled tiny photos were from before Chaz was born and documented successful hunts and generations of happy moments. Chaz had made many improvements during his tenure: new floor in the kitchen and the sink and counter, refinished wood floors throughout, a new roof, and an exterior paint job. His list of planned projects was ever growing.

Chaz was blind to all this as he made a beeline for the closet and dug through boots and shoes left by family members for their next trip. He found a pair of leather boots in Andy’s size and shoved them into a backpack he snatched from a shelf above. The man raided the closet for anything that looked he could use. He pulled a knit cap on his head as he shoved extra caps and gloves into the bag. He pulled a sleeping bag off the top shelf and added it to the stash. He then noticed an old hooded canvas-skinned coat of his grandfather’s. The army green overcoat was added over his parka. He stopped at the stove and shoved in some logs and lit them. The man then retraced his steps, adding several bottles of water to the knapsack on his way through the kitchen before heading back out into the snow.

The truck still rumbled as the snow melted on contact and ran off in tiny streams. Chaz jumped inside but sat for a moment. The man could only see the worried puppy dog look in the massive man’s eyes as he contemplated driving to town for help. Chaz reached up and slowly shut the truck off. He couldn’t leave the man. Chaz remembered something he had forgotten. He jumped out and returned to the cabin. The hunter went to the gun safe and retrieved a handgun he shoved into his bibs and then a box of bullets.

Chaz went to the four-wheeler and shoved it out the shed. In minutes, he was on the machine with the backpack strapped to his broad shoulders. The air was freezing and snow plastered his face as he headed down the road toward the lane to the river. Ten minutes later he shut the machine off not far from where he had left the stranded man. A short walk brought him back to Andy. The sight of the freak took Chaz’s breath away. The man was crazy big. It was as if Andy’s size was so hard to accept that it had quickly faded from memory. Faced with the reality again, Chaz was dazed as if the freak had grown while he was gone. With his tasseled hair and beard, it was almost as if someone had shoved a grizzly bear into a scuba diving suit.

The huge man was laying on his side by the fire looking ridiculously broad through the shoulders as he hugged his chest. Chaz’s coat had slid down around his waist and his cap had popped off as if his wild hair had sought freedom. For a second the thought hit that Andy might be dead. The freak looked enormous laying there with his small head resting on his huge shoulder. Then he shuddered and snored.

Chaz stepped forward and set the knapsack down. The movement woke the man. Andy twitched as his eyes opened with a look of fear that quickly melted into relief. Chaz then noticed the knife he held in his fist ready to strike. The freak pushed himself up into a sitting position, dropping the knife. He blinked and stretched for a moment, popping his thick back loudly. Chaz noticed that he was shivering despite the fire. “Are you cold?”

“Yeah, since I stopped moving, I cooled off fast.” Water ran off the poncho that the hunter quickly pulled back up and dripped off his back.

“I brought some stuff for you.” Chaz went to work. He handed the bottle water to Andy and then switched out his foot warmers for the boots as the man drained the bottles. He then pulled out the sleeping bag and opened it. He pulled off the poncho and coat he used as a blanket. He threw the bag over Andy’s shoulders and then replaced the poncho to keep it dry. He fitted the bags so his lower arms were free. Chaz stepped back, satisfied with his makeshift coat for the huge man. He then had another idea. “Do you need that belt?”

Andy drained the first bottle. “Nah, I can’t get it off, it’s so tight. He put it on me and left it. I swelled up around it. The bastard said if I wanted it off I’d have to outgrow it… you know till it ripped open.”

“Let me give it a try. Lay back.” The bull did as he was told and sucked in his gut. Chaz ducked under the poncho and went to work on the worn leather belt. The smell of the man was overwhelming. The belt was sunk into his narrow waist. It took some work but after a few minutes of tugging and grunting on Andy’s part, he freed the heavy salt incrusted clasp. The whole belt was discolored by sweat. Andy sighed as Chaz pulled it from the deep groove his skin. The man’s muscled waist stayed cinched in despite the removal of the thick belt. Chaz stood up and helped the man to his feet. He then replaced the wide belt loosely over the sleeping bag and poncho, cinching it in just enough to hold the improvised coat together. “You ready to do?”

“Hell yes.” The men walked back to the four-wheeler. Chaz looked at the machine and back at the freak. The four-wheeler was big…one of the biggest available, but then most people weren’t Andy’s size. “You ever run one of these before?” Chaz asked the tired man.

“No, never.” The lost man got that worried look again.

Andy had figured he could haul the man on the second seat in the back, standing next to him now he couldn’t imagine both of them on the thing. “It’s easy. You could drive and I will walk back. I think you will be more comfortable that way.”

“You going to leave me here again?” The man was tugging nervously at the front of his makeshift coat. “But…but I could get lost again. I think we should stay together.”

Chaz assured him that he would walk along with him and that in first gear, the machine would move at a walker’s pace. He gave the man a quick lesson and helped him onto the machine before strapping his backpack and gear t the back. Andy looked even bigger sitting at the controls of the 4-wheeler with his massive legs bent and those muscle-bound arms stretched out on the handle bar. All that wild mass under that knit-capped tiny head looked insane. Chaz started to lead the way, but a few yards later he realized this wasn’t going to work. The nervous hulk had drove along in lurches and jolts, bouncing from one side of the trail to another, running a tire into one tree after another. Then, rolling up over a rock that Chaz had to lift the machine off of. Then, once back at the controls, Andy almost drove off the side of the bank. The poor man apologized, “I’m sorry, man. It’s just that I’m so stiff and clumsy…I can’t get the hang of it. I can walk and you drive. It will be fine. Just go slow so I can keep up.” The snow was coming down so heavy it was like a fog around them. They had to get to the cabin soon. The snow was piling up at a crazy speed. Twenty minutes of heavy snow and the ground was covered and the trail slick.

Chaz said, “No, it’s all right. Just slide back into the other seat. I’ll drive us.” Chaz had put his hand on the shoulder of the bull as he started to step off the machine. Andy was so jacked, Chaz had to stand on the peg as Andy got settled and then force his ass down between his muscled legs. There were too many low-hanging trees to drive standing or sitting on the freak’s lap. It almost felt as if he was putting the muscle freak on like a human coat; they were so packed in together as he shoved in between his wildly muscled legs. Andy clamped a hand on his shoulder and pull him into his mass until his ass was on the seat.

Andy said, “You think this thing can haul both of us? The two of us are a heavy load to be sure.” His mouth broke into a faint and rare grin.

“Oh yeah, I’ve pulled huge stags out of the woods with this, heavy rocks to clear paths… all kinds of stuff. It’s a beast.” Chaz started back up the trail, feeling like Andy was riding on his back. His hands were on both Chaz’s shoulders, and he could feel his breath on his neck. Their heads bounced off one another from time to time. The big man was wedged into the additional seat that was too shallow for someone of his size. Chaz imagined that his body served as a pin holding the bull into the too small seat as they bounced along. Andy held onto the muscled hunter as if his life depended on it. He was certainly surrounded by the freak as his huge legs squeezed Chaz’s sides and his upper body seemed to wrap over his back. One advantage was that leaning into the freak was warm. Andy felt like a heater wherever their bodies overlapped. The machine creped along in low gear under the strain. The hunter began to wonder. “You said that guy…that he was going to keep feeding you till you topped 800…do you know how much you weigh now?”

“He weighed me last night. I was 649 pounds.” The words hit as if they cared real weight. 649 pounds! Chaz had never heard of any bodybuilder being so huge. Morbidly obese people, sure, but 649 pounds of pure muscle? It was insane… yet Andy’s details of his imprisonment rang true. The man didn’t appear to have much fat on him, and yet he was at least twice as big as most super heavy bodybuilders. His upper body was easily double the size of his waist and his limbs were blistered with huge bulges beyond the size of any regular mortal. He looked insane…like a giant had molded him like clay, squeezing him in at the waist while blowing him up everywhere else, leaving him with a freaky X build.

They drove along in silence as the snow began to fall heavier. It was blanketing everything and dripping off trees and branches, pulling some of the last leaves of the season with it. As they crept along they were splattered not only with the freshly fallen snow but piles of wet heavy slush falling from trees and rock outcropping as if nature had chosen this time to heave snowballs and snow boulders their way. The avalanches hit with wet splashes as they crawled along. As a result both men were soon soaked through. Chaz’s grandfather’s ancient army coat was so worn out it didn’t provide the hoped-for water protection. In fact it seemed to funnel water in soaking his parka. He could feel the waterlogged coat losing its warming powers as it grew heavy and sucked in the water like a sponge. The cold crept in wherever their bodies didn’t touch. Andy was panting as always as if he was jogging up the trail. Soon his teeth were chattering, too, as he leaned over the hunter. When Chaz looked back to check on the poor man, he could see that despite the poncho, Andy’s sleeping bag come coat was soaked. It looked deflated and waterlogged. Andy’s hair dripped under his wet cap.

Chaz began to worry. It was taking much longer to drive out than he had planned. It had taken forty-five minutes to go less than half the way. He wondered if they would have been much further behind if they had just walked. The snow was much heavier than forecasted or maybe it would all come at once rather than keep snowing all night. The eight inches might come in an hour or two and then stop. The downside of that hope was that the snow was to be followed by Artic winds and extreme cold for this time of year. If the cold winds hit as wet and tired as Andy now was, things could get serious fast. He had to get him to the cabin to warm up. Then they would head to town. Chaz was always planning and strategizing. They could get dry clothes at the cabin. There were plenty. He would throw something together for the huge man. Everybody in the family left gear there so they could pack light for outings. There were long closets under the eaves in the dorm room on the second floor that were packed full of stuff.

Chaz suddenly thought of his great-uncle Simon. Simon’s things might fit Andy. Simon had died long ago but had been enormous. A big beefy ex college jock who grew so fat he was almost round. The family had always joked that Simon’s bank account wasn’t the only thing to blow up after he joined the family line of work after the war. A successful lawyer, he had settled into a sedentary life style and the side effects that came with it. Though he had trunks full of expensive hunting and camping gear, Simon generally acted as cook and chief bottle washer when at the cabin and usually was found on the porch with his feet up sipping bourbon if not at the stove. Chaz hadn’t thought of him till just now. His clothes might fit Andy…in all but the waist but that would be fine. He remembered as kids putting on the uncle’s oversized coveralls and filling the 50 plus inch waist bands with pillows and sleeping bags before having sumo wrestling matches with his cousins and brothers. He would raid Simon’s trunks for Andy when they got back. Give Andy a chance to warm up by the stove before they headed to town. Chaz was altering his plans as they drove.

An almost constant sound, along with the big man’s panting, was a rumbling sound coming deep from within him. Chaz finally asked, “Is that food I gave you giving you stomach problems? Maybe it was too much after skipping a meal or two?”

“No…just the opposite. I’m still hungry.” The big man talked as they bounced along. “I eat a lot now…almost all the time when I’m not lifting weights. It’s the stuff he injects in me that makes me like that. It fucks with my hormones and metabolism. The bastard would explain it and go on and on about it for hours. I didn’t always understand his ramblings, but he said he had overridden my natural muscle-building abilities so now I could just grow and grow…see. I was never good at science, but that is why I am like this now… the stuff he injected into me. My stomach growls a lot, and I can eat and then be starved again in thirty minutes.”

The other almost overwhelming trait of the freak was his smell. Chaz wondered if they could spare enough time for him to clean up before they went to town. The thought of the poor man stinking up his new truck was a concern, though the thought shamed Chaz too. Wet dog smell was preferable to the odor the man clinging to him now gave off. Andy had been through so much, he couldn’t help how he smelled. Maybe clean clothes would help. They could get him out of that rubber suit too. That might help a lot.

When they rode in silence, the tired man seemed to deflate over Chaz’s muscled back and his weight pressed down on him. He knew the man was having trouble staying awake. Chaz soon realized if he kept Andy talking, he would tend to lean back a bit. The weight pressing down on him would ease. “So what kept you lifting weights when the guy was gone? I mean you were alone in a cage, right?”

Andy leaned forward, He stretched his bull neck out and pointed. “This.” The man wore a wide leather collar cinched tight around his thick neck. Chaz had never noticed it before but with the long hair and rubber suit it must have been hidden. The permanent shrug from his overblown traps and muscle-bound shoulders probably helped hide it. Chaz slowed the four-wheeler and touched the thick leather. Unlike the lifting belt it had no buckle. It was held on by brass rivets. The man’s muscled neck had swelled up over the belt and his whiskered skin looked callused over its edges. There were two small boxes on the belt. Andy knew what they were without asking. It was like some heavy duty shock collar people used on dogs. Chaz stopped as he realized just how badly the man had been tortured.

Andy didn’t wait for the question. “See the boxes have electrodes so he could shock me even by remote with his computer. So if I wasn’t lifting enough or eating enough he could punish me without being there. I got one on each arm between my delts and biceps and ones on my thighs…” The man squeezed his body parts where the bands were hidden under his suit as he spoke. “… and then another around my ball sack. I never knew where he would shock me next. You learn to do as you are told with that kind of persuasion. After a while I always woke up early because he would turn them all on at once if he caught me oversleeping.”

“That sick bastard. Don’t worry now. The cops will deal with him.”

“I don’t know,” Andy said as that worried look returned. Then he asked as if talking eased his troubled mind. “Have you ever been shocked with a cattle prod?”

“No.”

“Well, it doesn’t feel good. Not as bad as the collars but pretty bad. He liked to use those too, but he had to be there for that. See…he had this cage thing he called his ‘shoot’ where ‘worked’ me. I guess it was like something ranchers use to doctor livestock in only he modified it to fit me. He called me hog after that night…the night he bite me and I almost got away. After that I was just ‘hog’ or ‘roidhog.’ So weekly he would put me in the shoot and lock my head in. Then the sides closed in with a lever and would pin my arms to my sides so I couldn’t move at all. He put these hobbles on my legs to. I was bent over with my head sticking out the front end, see. Then he would give me my shots that made me grow… roids and a bunch of other stuff. He’d give me big IV bags right into a vein in my neck. Then he would put these hormone pellets in the backs of my ears under the skin. Feel.” The man turned his head and offered his ear to Chaz.

The hunter was willing to take his word for it but sharing his story in a matter-of-fact way seemed to calm the man so Chaz reached under his dirty wet hair and ran a finger over the back side of his ear. Sure enough, there were pills like lumps under the skin with crusty spots at the end of them. There was something cold in his ear lobe too. Chaz pushed his hair back and looked. It was a bass plate with a number on it. It wasn’t exactly an ear ring, more like a tag. It was attached with a locking rivet on the back. “Yeah, that number meant something to him. He kept lots of records on my transformation. Those plates have tracking devices in them in case I got away.” Andy looked worried again as he shared the fact. He tugged at his hair as the worried look returned. “He notched my ears too, ‘like a good hog needs’, that’s what he said.” Chaz could feel healed over V’s cut into the outer edge of his ear. He jerked his hand away in shock at the thought of what the man had been through. It was unbelievable.

“It’s okay,” Andy assured him. “They healed so don’t hurt to touch them anymore. They had some meaning too…had to do with the treatments and when to give me a booster. I don’t know what it all was. I zoned out a lot of his ramblings. He didn’t want me talking or asking questions much. Silent like a good hog, he called it. He could set the collar to zap me if I made too much noise. Except when I ate. He wanted me to make noise when I ate cause hogs don’t have good manners. I’d get zapped if I didn’t. Oh yeah, he used the cattle prod a lot when we worked me. That what I started to tell you. To get me in the shoot and stuff, though by then he didn’t need to. I mean what was I going to do? I was helpless to stop him by then. He used the cattle prod cause he liked it. He liked to make me jump when I was in the shoot even though I couldn’t get out. He would get all stiff when he worked me and usually had his clothes off, showing off his build and stuff. Telling me stuff about much muscle I was going to pack on him and how good I’d taste.” Andy talked quieter and slower now as if he wasn’t in a hurry to share this part of the story. “He did other things to me when I was in the shoot. Things with my ass…feedings and medical stuff. The other end too…forced feedings and such. He usually kept a tube down my throat hooked to a big tank of what he called hog slop. I think it was like a high powered protein shake. But when he worked me he would feed me extra… like testing my limits…seeing how much I could stand. You see what I mean…filling me up through both ends until my gut swelled up like a water balloon. It would go on for hours…the forced feeding. After he had done all the other stuff. He’d slide a couple bars through the shoot and I would be laying on them with my gut in between see…and my belly would swell up bigger and bigger…like I was pregnant or something. My abs were so thick by then he had trouble bloating me up as much as he wanted. I’d get cramps in my abs.

“It was real torture. He liked when I got all swelled up and would measure it and take pictures. He’d make me show it off for him. At first I thought he was trying to pop me but then I got used to it, sort of. The only good thing was that afterward for a day or so I didn’t have to lift or do much of anything. Mostly sleep…he called it my lay by time. Then all that junk in me would kick in and I would get an unfillable hunger and all horned up so the training and eating started again.” Andy seemed nervous again but talked as if the words were tumbling out. He looked off in the distance as the heavy snow dropped straight down around them. “He would milk me too. It was the only time I got any relief. The roids and drugs made me crazy horny. But he caged my cock so I couldn’t touch it. You know one of those chastity things. Even if I shot a load, you know, spontaneously…I got punished. But when he worked me then I got milked. He had a machine. He told me they used it to milk cows but I don’t know if that was true or not. He would put it on me…you know …and turn it on. It was slimy and would jerk around and had tubes running off it. It would suck and jerk me till I blew…see. I blew into a tube so he could measure my spew. I blow these crazy big loads now, I guess cause I only get to blow every week or so and the drugs… but sometimes it takes a long time to blow. He would say he was going to save my spew and use it to impregnate some sow so he could get a litter of little me’s to fatten up for his nourishment. He said I had the perfect genes for a roid hog and that he could start a dynasty with my juice. He was crazy.” The huge man shook his head, “But when I finally blow a load, he would make me drink it ‘cause we can’t waste all that test.” As he spoke, the big man trembled in the cold. Snow was now collecting on his broad shoulders and head.

“You don’t have to worry about that man. You are safe now.”

“I don’t know that any of us are safe. Not anymore. There’s a lot of crazy fuckers in the world.”

Chaz forced a grin and an easy tone. “Well we won’t be safe if we don’t get out of this fucking weather. Hold on. I have to get you warmed up.” He started driving again and soon they were heading up the steepest slope. He could feel the front end of the four-wheeler losing traction, then the wheels began to lift up. Chaz stopped before they rolled over backward. “I’m sorry, man, but you are going to have to get off and walk. The weight is too unbalanced.”

“No problem,” Andy said. The men got off the machine, and the hulk walked behind on sore feet as Chaz drove ahead. With the snow, it didn’t take long for the slow-moving muscle freak to disappear. Chaz would stop and wait for him slipping and sliding up the steep wet incline. Chaz finally convinced Andy to hold onto the rack on the back end. He drove slowly with the poor man following behind but at least they kept track of one another.

Once through the steep trails, Andy retook his seat as they started on what Chaz promised to be the easy part as they were almost home. They soon came to the logging road and turned west. Chaz could speed up here as the trees receded. The increased speed chilled the cold wet men even more. Chaz’s teeth were now chattering. The snow still fell heavy, like blankets falling from the sky. Everything was covered now. The four-wheeler slid in the wet snow as they hurried toward the cabin. There must have been six inches on the ground. The trip down the trail had taken ten or fifteen minutes. The trip back up the hill had been well over an hour. Chaz drove the four-wheeler back into its spot in the garage. He helped the worn-out man off the machine as he promised to get him dry clothes and to warm him up inside. “Some food too?” Andy asked softly as they walked back out into the snow.

Chaz was patting his broad shoulder as he guided him toward the cabin. “Food, too. We got plenty of food as long as you like wild game.” He slid under the limping man’s arm.

“I’d eat anything that doesn’t move at this point.”

The sky was so low and heavy with snow it looked like dusk even though it was late morning. Chaz hoped the snow would lighten up. As they walked around his huge pickup he noticed something odd. The tail lights were faintly glowing. He looked up for some sun to be hitting them but there was nothing but heavy snow hitting his face. “Oh fuck no!” He called as he dropped Andy’s jacked arm and ran for the front of the truck. The headlights were faintly on…just barely glowing. “Oh fuck! I’m so stupid.” He had accidently left the keys in the truck on when he had turned off the ignition. The battery must have been almost dead. He had planned on getting a heavier duty battery before the cold weather hit but hadn’t. He ran around the truck and jumped in. He tried to start the truck, hoping it had enough life to start, knowing it would charge while running. It barely turned over and then clicked. Chaz hit his head against the padded steering wheel. “Stupid, stupid, stupid.” He felt guilt for having sat toying about leaving Andy in the woods and going for the cops earlier. This was his punishment for being so selfish. He turned the key all the way off.

The huge worn-out man watched this from the yard. “What’s wrong?”

Chaz resumed his in control persona. “Just a setback. I need to charge the battery, but we can do that while you warm up and get changed. Not a big deal, just a little setback. Let’s get inside.” Chaz slipped under the big man’s heavy arm again and guided him toward the house around obstacles now buried in the deepening snow. The survivalist began to worry and doubt his choices. What more could go wrong? The snowstorm sure seemed to be coming in stronger than forecasted. By his original estimates and promises they should have been able to drive to town by now, and they had just made it to the cabin. Maybe he should have left the big man in the woods and gone for help. A rescue squad would have been trained to deal with such a situation and could have made a better go of it than he had. For all his survival training and instincts, Chaz was starting to feel like a complete amateur. What if Andy was right about that crazed cannibalistic bastard in the woods looking for him? The guy had a tracking device in his ear leading the crazy fucker right to the cabin. Chaz felt the cold hand gun pinned against his chest. That was one aspect that he had no qualms about. If the pervert came prowling around the cabin, he would put an end to his wicked games once and for all. That was one advantage he had on Andy, the cabin was a virtual arsenal and he wasn’t afraid to use whatever it took to defend them. Besides, a weight plate to the head from a guy Andy’s size had to have taken care of the guy permanently. Still Chaz couldn’t help but look into the woods surrounding them as he guided Andy to the back door. He had too many things to do to lose time worrying about that bastard now.

As they stepped up the two steps before the wooden screen door, Chaz wondered if Andy would even fit through the door. His upper body was so huge he dwarfed all the familiar things around him. The door screeched its familiar welcome as they stepped into the tiny back porch and on into the kitchen. Old floorboards creaked under the weight of the two muscle men. Chaz lit a lamp and pulled the wet poncho and sleeping bag from the hulk. He shed his own wet clothes as he tossed some big towels to Andy. “Just go through that door and sit down. The stove should have the room warmed up by now. I’ll be right in.” He kicked off his boots and wet bibs as he pulled a couple beers from the fridge and draped a huge towel around his neck.

Andy was sitting on a bench by the long table, running the warm towel over his face. Chaz lit the lamp over the table before lighting others around the room. The hissing and popping wood stove had the room toasty warm. The bodybuilding hunter now only wore a flannel shirt over silky tight long underwear that highlighted his jacked legs; legs that earned him stud status in the weight room but compared to the man sitting across the room now looked anorexic. Chaz was drying his air on the towels as he worked. He threw a couple logs into the fireplace and lit them too. It might be a while before they have a chance to hit the road now. He looked at all the windows that circled the big room. Every one showed a scene that looked like a Christmas card but there was none of the excitement that the first snow usually brings. Chaz added closing the storm shutters to his checklist of things to do when he went out to put the truck battery on the charger. The shutters locked from the inside and would slow down anyone trying to break in. They were only used when the cabin was closed up for long periods and rarely since Chaz had taken over maintaining the place.

Chaz turned his attention to the big man. He opened his beer and took a drink and then opened Andy’s and handed it to him. The hunter then dropped down and removed the poor man’s wet boots and socks and dried his feet. The bandages he had put on his sores had all but fallen off now. He went to a medicine cabinet on the wall and got a tube of ointment and then to a dresser for socks. He smoothed the cream over the man’s rough feet and then put two layers of socks on the man. Chaz grabbed a towel and started running it over his huge legs, drying them. Then his arms and upper body. The towel turned black in seconds and was changed for a dry one.

Andy looked exhausted. His eyes were circled with dark rings. He looked as if it was all he could do to stay awake. Wiping down the freak, Chaz could get a better look at the skin-tight neoprene suit he wore. It was blistered like some superhero getup and gave off torture sounds as he moved. He could see the imprint of the leather shock bands under its surface as the hulk leaned forward and moaned as he was rubbed down. The thing was stained and smelled of sweat and dirt and worse.

“That will warm you up. Go sit closer to the stove and put your feet on that stool. We have to get you warmed up.” Chaz dropped the dirty towel and pulled the hulk to his feet. Andy’s eyes were half open as he did as commanded. The old chair he sat down on creaked as it accepted his bulk. Chaz thought maybe he should have pulled up one of the newer recliners from the front room for the man. The old Morris chair had probably come with the cabin back in the day and would be considered an antique now. The old leather pads deflated under his weight and dry wood creaked as he raised his legs up on the stool as commanded. “You okay?” Chaz asked.

Andy’s tired eyes brightened, “I am now, thanks to you.” He held his hand toward Chaz and shook his paw. “Thanks for what you’ve done…for saving me.”

Chaz felt his cheeks redden. He didn’t know if he had saved anyone just yet. “Ahh, I’m sure you would do the same if our situations were reversed.” Chaz went to the closet for dry bibs and more clothes. “I have to get that battery charged or we won’t be getting anywhere.” He turned on the radio as he walked past. A weather report was in process, reporting what they already knew. The storm had intensified and arrived early thanks to an east coast storm front moving up the Atlantic coast, stopping up the normal flow across the nation. The snowstorm was now expected to park over the area for at least two days, dumping up to two feet of snow followed by forty-mile-an-hour winds. Cancelations were flooding the station as people were armed to stay home during what looked to be the makings of the storm of the century…

The two men had listened in silence but suddenly looked at one another. “I better get a move on. An hour on the charger will probably start the truck, and then we will head out. My four-wheel drive will go through anything. This snow ain’t nothing.” He stepped into his bibs and pulled a sweatshirt over his head before hooking up the straps. He retrieved the gun from the table and shoved it into the bib. Then grabbed a fresh coat. “Let me get the charger and generator hooked up and then I’ll find you some dry clothes for you to wear.” Chaz was hustling now as time was an even more pressing issue. Two feet of snow would trap them for days. The cabin wasn’t on a road that would be cleared as part of normal winter maintenance. That kind of wind could leave eight-foot drifts behind. “I’ll be right back.”

Just then, Andy’s stomach growled loudly. He grinned, “Sorry, this guy still thinks he needs fed.” He rested his hand on his muscled gut as he spoke.

Chaz turned to the kitchen for something to feed the man. He pulled a box of protein bars from a shelf, grabbed the bowl of fruit from the table, and set them beside Andy. “Dig in. I’ll get a real meal while the battery charges.”

The snow was still falling heavily. There was at least eight inches over the ground now. He walked to the truck, popping the hood and then to the garage to retrieve the charger and generator. He worked for ten minutes but soon had everything hooked up and running. The charger was humming thanks to the small generator rumbling beside it. He then jogged back to the cabin and knocked on the window. Andy jumped as he sat with the bowl of fruit in his lap, eating as the radio played in the background. Chaz yelled, explaining that he was going to close the shutters to warm the house. There was no need to explain that the real motive was to keep bad guys out. He jogged around the house, closing each shutter. Then, he went inside and hung his coat up before going around and locking every shutter tight with the heavy clasps and padlocks. The house grew darker as he worked.

He was amazed to see Andy sitting with an empty bowl in his lap. It only held stems and cores of the apples and pears it once held, along with a few skins of some oranges. Not only had he eaten all the fruit, but a pile of empty wrappers showed he had made a good dent on the box of protein bars. Chaz realized if they were stranded for long, Andy might eat his cupboards bare. He wondered how long his freezers would hold out against such an appetite. Chaz ran upstairs, pulling the storm shutters closed, even the small windows in the dorm room. The house was now dark as night and illuminated by kerosene and candles. He went through the trunks and closets in one corner holding the oversized clothes of his Uncle. He walked back down with a candle lighting the way and a pile of clothes over one arm and shoulder.

Andy was sitting asleep with his head rolled back. He was snoring with his mouth opened with the bowl clutched in his hands as if it might be snatched away. Chaz hated to wake the poor man after all he had been through. He sat the clothes on the table. He needed to get him dressed for the next part of the trip. Chaz sat down at the table, watching the man, hardly believing what was there before his eyes. The oddly blown up man, despite his obvious strength and wild man looks, seemed so vulnerable. Chaz felt somehow responsible for him now. He wanted to help in any way he could. It would have been easy just to let the weather blow and to let the man relax. Then clean him up and feed him until his hunger was satisfied before taking him back to society. A few days at the cabin would let him slip back into reality gently. He wondered how Andy would be treated once he got him back to town looking like some over roided Rip Van Winkle caught in a nightmare. The press would go wild with this story. Andy would need time to heal. Despite his good intentions, Chaz knew his best chances would be with professionals who knew how to help him. This guy had been through a war. Freedom wasn’t going to instantly heal him. Plus, there was also the thought that the wild man, Gunther the cannibal was out there somewhere…or was he? Was the man already dead in that cave or did he even exist outside of Andy’s tortured mind? Maybe the war Andy had struggled through was a wild hallucination. If Gunther was just some figment of the man’s fractured imagination, then how had Andy grown so huge? Chaz had chased his bodybuilding ideals long enough to know that Andy’s kind of development didn’t just happen as a result of some casual efforts and good genes. The casual efforts of a mentally ill man lost in a world of imagined dangers. No, Chaz felt that what Andy had shared had to be the truth… a terrifying truth.

Chaz got up, went to the gun case, and unlocked it. He took out two shotguns, loaded them, and shoved extra shells into his pockets. He sat one by the kitchen door and carried the other to the front door. He checked the lock. The window was now shuttered, locking out the view of outside. Chaz stepped out on the screened porch and padlocked the screen doors. He stood in the cold, watching the snow fall. Thinking.

It was so dark now as the storm raged. Almost like a summer storm. Chaz checked his watch. The charger still needed half an hour more. Just then there was a flash followed by loud booming thunder. The jacked hunter jumped at the sound. A winter thunderstorm! Chaz could only remember a couple over his whole life. He watched the hidden flashes of lightning overhead. Just then he heard a yell from inside the house. Chaz walked back into the living room and locked the door.

Andy was looking around the room, dazed. His eyes were wide, having woke with a start. His face relaxed a bit when he saw Chaz walk toward him as if he was an old friend. Things came back to him slowly. He set the bowl aside and stretched. His joints were popping loudly. He groaned. “I guess I was dreaming.”

Chaz could imagine the kind of dreams the freak would have. “I got some things that should fit you. Everywhere but the belly.” He slid the pile close to Andy who grabbed a sweater from the top and held it to his chest like a security blanket as he looked around with his nervous eyes.

“Thanks”, the big man said. He yawned and stretched again. “I feel like I could sleep for days. That warm stove is nice.”

“You take it easy for a bit, and I’ll check the truck. I got some meat hanging out back in the trees I’m going to grab and cook you up something to eat… some steaks. Look through that pile for something to wear. There is an old snowmobile suit that might be the easiest to slip over your suit but there are jeans and shirts too. It is whatever you want to wear.”

Andy nodded as his host pulled on his coat and hat again. He grabbed the shotgun and went out. The truck was charging still. Chaz had to try it. Though the starter engaged with more power it failed to start. He would give it more time. The battery would recover quickly now and would be ready before he had fed the hungry man. Chaz turned into the woods and walked for several minutes to a clearing where he had hung some fresh kill high in the trees away from other animals. He lowered the meat and cut off thick slabs. He grabbed a pheasant he had shot the day before. The snow was so deep now it might be best that they not leave on an empty stomach. If they were indeed stranded, he would have plenty of time to cook the bird. At any rate, it was ready for the freezer if things went as hoped.

Chaz walked back with the meat in one arm, his gun in the other. He glanced over at his pride and joy, his almost new Dodge. It was still new to Chaz and the nicest vehicle he had ever owned. The man was proud of the truck as it fit his ideal of what an outfitter might drive down to the camo-patterned fender rims, winch, and extra lights he’d added. Its highly polished white body shone under the dripping snow. Chaz could never pass it without the excitement of a kid with a new toy. He noticed then that the truck was sitting funny… a bit lower in the back end. Chaz dropped his load and ran over. It was sitting lower! The rear tire was all but flat and was hissing quietly.

Chaz barked, “Fuck”, and slammed the base of his hand into the side of the truck. How did he not notice this till now? His mind raged. What next? Chaz forced himself to calm down. If he was going to be a successful outfitter, he would have to deal with unexpected problems on a daily basis. This was just a minor setback. There was a floor jack in the garage and he even had a pneumatic wrench in his toolbox. He could have the spare tire on the truck before the battery had a full charge. Just a small setback…nothing serious.

He ran to the garage and drug the jack back through the snow, kicking a path clear as he went. He wasn’t taking time to shovel snow out of the way. Chaz planned to change the tire as fast as he could, like a Nascar pit stop. He was pissed but trying to keep calm. Flying off the handle never did any good.

As he dragged the heavy jack through the snow, the hiss of the deflating tire taunted him. It wasn’t until he dropped down on his hands and knees and was clearing snow away with his strong arms before he shoved the jack under the axle that he realized that the tire on the opposite side of the truck was flat too. Two fucking flats! Two of his jumbo off-road tires had gone flat at the same time! Reality dawned slowly. Chaz threw himself at the rear tire in a running crawl on his hands and knees until he found what he was looking for. There was a long slit in the side wall. He jumped up and ran to the other side and saw the cut easily. Not only that, all four tires were flat. The loud hiss that had taunted him was coming from the entire set. Somebody had slit his tires trapping them at the remote cabin!

Where’s my gun? Chaz looked around him in a panic. He had sat it down somewhere in the yard when he went to investigate the truck. Now the snow had been shoved back and forth around the truck and packed in by his big feet as he ran around when he realized the tires were trashed. He couldn’t see the shotgun.

Someone was out there with him, and he didn’t know where his gun was. Maybe the crazed cannibal had found it? Chaz pulled the handgun out of his bibs as he looked around for some sign of the intruder. He turned in a circle. All he could see was snow falling, heavy clouds, and trees. Then, thunder and lightning crashed again. He heard Andy cry out from inside the cabin.

Chaz’s mind was racing. Andy! That fucker must have Andy. Chaz ran for the house, but his foot smashed against something hard in the snow, tripping him. It was the deer meat he had hacked off the carcass. It had sunk into the snow. Chaz patted the ground around it, coming up with the snow-covered shotgun. The man grabbed it and the meat and ran for the house. Before he got there, he heard Andy yell “No,” again in a terrified voice.

Chaz ran through the back door, dropping everything but the shotgun. He was covered in snow from crawling on the ground. His snow packed boots were sliding in the new linoleum like it was ice. Like Rambo, Chaz kicked open the swinging door and jumped into the main room yelling, “What the fuck is going on!” at the top of his voice.

The room was empty except for the huge man sleeping beside the stove. Andy woke, yelling with a start. He jumped and fell to the floor with his hands over his head. “Don’t shoot me! I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll be good. I’ll be good.” The huge man crawled across the floor bumping into furniture and door frames trying to get away.

Chaz jumped forward and grabbed the frightened man by the shoulder. “Andy, it’s okay, it’s me, Chaz.” He scanned the room. It looked the same as when he went outside to check the truck and get the meat. He turned circles looking into corners and behind furniture. He ran through the room and up the staircase. He circled the dorm room with his gun ready to use. There was no sign of anybody. He checked the closets…nothing. He ran back down the stairs and through the room to the kitchen, looking into corners and behind furniture again as he went. There was no sign of the tire-slashing cannibal. He locked the door. Chaz’s heart was pounding. He felt like he had just run a marathon. His temples were pulsating.

He heard Andy in the other room. “Chaz?” The dazed hunter went to him. The exhausted muscle freak was crawling up the chair he had been sleeping in. Chaz jumped to him and helped him to his feet. The worn-out man grunted. “What was that?”

Chaz said, “Sorry, I thought…I thought someone was in here with you…I heard you yelling No at the top of your lungs. I’m sorry, I guess I let my imagination run away with me.” He didn’t think he should tell Andy about the slashed tires. The man was on edge as it was…maybe they both were. Chaz didn’t know exactly what he should do but terrifying the poor man didn’t seem to serve any purpose. He needed some time to make a new plan.

The snow caked to his clothes was beginning to soften and drop off in chunks. He crossed to a rug by the front door and stomped his feet and brushed the snow away before pulling off his outer clothes. “The battery wasn’t charging but I fixed it. Only now, it will be a while before it gets a full charge…hours probably. You have time for a good sleep and I can cook a decent meal. So just relax.”

Andy seemed a bit concerned about the change of plans but since entering the warm cabin the exhausted man could barely keep his eyes open. He just grunted. “Oh…okay,” as he aimed for the chair again.

Andy’s suit moaned as he lowered his big ass into the chair. “Won’t the snow be a problem after a couple more hours?”

Chaz forced a grin and an easy tone. “Not for my truck. There’s no storm too tough for my Dodge. So just relax and take it easy.” He looked at the man and then at his bed. He opened a cupboard and pulled out a big sheet and spread it out over the bed in the alcove to protect the sheets. “Come over here; stretch out and take a nap. You can get comfortable while I cook us up a real meal.”

Andy looked like a zombie as he got up and waddled across the room. His joints creaked and popped as he staggered toward Chaz following his orders. He was too tired to even question anything now.

Chaz was busy unzipping a sleeping bag he had pulled from the closet. Once the freak had laid down on the bed he threw it over him with it like a quilt, hoping the sheet and sleeping bag would protect his bed from the man’s filth. For his own comfort, Chaz would like to strip the man and shove him into a hot bath but the poor guy seemed on the verge of collapse. Andy sunk into the big old bed and was giving off sounds of sleep before Chaz had even left the room.

Chaz went to the back door and unlocked it. He looked out into the yard, which was being buried in heavy snow. The world was silent except the soft sounds of the falling snow and an occasional distant rumble of thunder. His tracks around his truck were already covered with a fresh coating. He saw no fresh tracks left by the crazed man who now had them stranded. Chaz leaned back into the entry and snagged a drill from the shelf. The storm shutter on the back door had a clasp and a padlock on the outside being the last step in battening down the place when they closed up for the year.

The shutter locked from the outside. Chaz removed the clasp and mounted it on the inside of the heavy shutter. He then pulled it closed over the door and padlocked it from the inside. He wedged a piece of wood in a louver locking it open just at eye height. Chaz then shut the door locking it. He could look through the window in the door through the raised louver and scan the back yard. He returned the drill to the shelf with his other tools. They were locked in and everybody else was locked out. If the pervert wanted in, he would have to bust down two doors. No way could he do that without Chaz knowing.

Chaz walked back into the kitchen and dropped into a chair by the table. He leaned his elbows on his legs and shoved his hands over his face and head. He was exhausted. The early morning stroll to his deer stand seemed like days ago. Now what? He could dress up like an arctic explorer and get on the four-wheeler and head for town. That would mean leaving Andy on his own. There was no way the two of them would make it to town on the small machine. It had taken three times longer than normal just to get from the river to the cabin, at that rate it might take a day or more to get even to the main road and the closest house to call for help. The closest permanently occupied house was nine…maybe ten miles away.

The hunter kicked around his options. Chaz could head there on his own and call for help but then he and the help would have ten miles of logging roads between them and Andy with the heaviest falling snow he had ever seen. It was coming down at several inches an hour.

Chaz knew for Andy’s sake he would have to stay. Sure, he could arm him as there were plenty of guns in the cabin. Yet Chaz had no doubts the man had never touched a gun before in his life plus the fact he could barely keep his eyes open. Chaz knew he might as well stake the guy to a post in the front yard with a sign saying, “Free Food” as to leave him on his own. The hunter sat in the kitchen sorting through his too few options. He could hear the muscle freak snoring in the next room. Every once in a while the man would snort or moan. Sometimes there were muttered words that Chaz couldn’t make out, but Andy stayed asleep for now.

Chaz knew what he had to do. The man really had no other options. He had to wait it out. Once the winds started and the snow drifted, the four-wheeler would be useless. Traveling in the open with blizzard winds could be a death trap. Chaz had snowshoes. He’d learned to use them in Alaska though they now were mostly just ornaments on the wall near the moose head. He could put them on and walk for help after the storm passed. By then Andy would have a day and a half or more to rest and eat. He would be more clearheaded after a rest. The huge man would be better able to handle being alone then. Chaz sat for some time thinking…planning always planning. He got up, turned on the oven, and shoved a couple of sweet potatoes in to bake. With the door half closed he stopped thinking of the hulk sleeping in the next room and his undying hunger. Chaz threw a couple more huge potatoes in with the others.

He then began preparing the meat for cooking. Since they were stuck, he also prepared the pheasant for an evening meal. Chaz continued to think as he worked. Keeping busy helped clear his mind. He would have to tell Andy the truth about the attack on the truck tires but that too would come better after the man was rested and well-fed. Chaz’s real concern was the crazed man stalking the cabin. He felt safe inside and confident in his ability to fight the man off. It was just that he was out there somewhere. Hit with the need to refortify the cabin, Chaz wiped his hands clean on a towel and opened the window over the sink. He propped open a louver on the shutter so he could see outside. He then went to every window in the house doing the same so that he could check for any movement outside at a moment’s notice.

As he worked he scanned the surrounding yard and timber for signs of Gunter. There were no fresh tracks in the snow which he took as a good sign. The one good thing about the weather was that it was as limiting to that crazy fucker as it was for Chaz and Andy. Only Gunter was stuck outside in it. Chaz reasoned the man would have to retreat for his own safety and that the tire slicing was only a preliminary strike to trap them. Gunther would have to retreat to weather the storm unless he had some serious survival skills. Chaz reasoned this was a siege.

As Chaz worked on the shutters, he stole glances at the sleeping muscle freak. He had spent hours with the guy and was still amazed at the size of the man whenever he saw him. He looked enormous rolled up in the sleeping bag. Chaz was still dazed by the size of the guy. His upper body was so wide and thick he barely looked human. The muscle hungry bodybuilder who lived for packing on more muscle and strength, tried to imagine what it would feel like to be so big. Even though his rational mind pitied the guy and knew what had been done to him couldn’t be healthy…there was something exciting about it. Not being tortured and held prisoner by an insane bastard. That was a complete nightmare. It was transformation that sort of excited Chaz. He wouldn’t have minded being able to snap his fingers and magically change places with the guy for a while just to see what it felt like to be a 600-pound muscle freak. The daydream had him imagining walking into town looking twice as big as any of the gym rats he knew, ever dreamed of being. To hit the weight room with the strength of two men. Chaz snorted. Yet if he could magically change places with Andy he would have to deal with all the shit he had been through too. Being held prisoner and never knowing if that crazy fucker would just up and kill you on a whim. No, Chaz was lucky not to have gone through what Andy had.

Andy snorted and kicked his legs as he rocked on the bed. Then with a snore settled in again. The movement shifted the slick cover off his legs even while he clung to a mass of it around his head and shoulders. Chaz still stood admiring his insane mass when he noticed another insane mass. Andy’s cock and balls were torturing his suit along with his other morphed-up mounds. Chaz was immediately embarrassed at the thought he was checking out the poor man’s package. He turned away forcing his thoughts to the work he needed to do in the kitchen. The man didn’t take a step. He glanced back at the sleeping man. Andy breathed heavily as he slept. Chaz’s eyes searched out the man’s package. The dazed hunter had never seen anything like it…not that he was an expert on other guy’s junk. It was quite a sight under the shrink-wrapped suit. Andy’s cock looked as fat as Chaz’s wrist. It hung down between two lemon-sized nuts. His suit was so tight it pushed his dick down against his bull nuts. Still, it had a strong fat arch where it sprung out of the man’s abdomen.

Chaz’s curious mind wondered what it felt like to be hung like that. Damn, it wasn’t even hard…or was it? It was so big the amazed man thought it had to be hard but he knew there was no way his dick would lay like that if he was horned. Chaz tried to imagine what the thing was like all blown up. It had to be ten inches long as it was. Just then Andy stirred again.

Chaz jumped with fear that the man would wake up and catch him checking out his junk. Before he could turn away a huge hand slid out of the red sleeping bag and clamped over his dick. Chaz headed toward the kitchen but couldn’t help but pause at the door and look back. Andy slept with his mouth open and his paw over his dick. The man’s fingers seemed to clutch at the mound as if trying to grab his dick but it was trapped under the thick neoprene. His fingers worked for a bit as the man slept, not making any headway. Then with a grunt and deep rumble in his throat, the sleeping man rolled over shoving a wad of fat nylon between his legs cushioning his junk. The dick show was over.

Chaz returned to the kitchen with his head full of new images of what it meant to be a freak like Andy.

It was dark by the time Andy stumbled into the kitchen rubbing his eyes. “There he is,” Chaz said as he shoved the business plans he had been working on aside. The big man had slept so long that Chaz had already eaten lunch hours before.

“What time is it?” Andy croaked. The huge man was trying to rub his eyes, but his over-muscled arms made it hard.

“Eight-thirty. Are you hungry?”

“Starving…but could I have some water?” The muscle freak lowered his bulk into a chair as if not sure it would support him.

Chaz had jumped up and poured a bottled water into a mug with a straw. He sat it before the man and turned to the stove pulling food from the oven. There were steaks and potatoes from lunch and the stuffed pheasant with sides, Chaz had made for supper. The kitchen overflowed with smells. Chaz explained his choices as he worked and set bowl after bowl of food before the guy basically laid out two full meals before the guy. “Just take what you want, and we can eat the leftovers tomorrow.”

Andy still looked tired as he leaned over his plate, sucking his mug dry. Chaz refilled the mug and sat a beer with a straw in it before his guest as he took a seat opposite the hulk. “Dig in,” Chaz encouraged him.

“You first,” Andy replied while managing to grin.

Chaz filled his plate with the pheasant dinner, handing each choice to Andy after he took a serving. Once the muscle freak’s plate was filled to overflowing, Andy leaned over it on massive forearms smelling the steam rising from the mound of food. “Ahh… smells good. I didn’t get much hot food at the farm.” He dug in as if it might be taken away. The man paused only long enough to add, “I don’t want to think about that anymore. Chaz, tell me about your life. What do you do for a living?”

Chaz replied, “I am a personal trainer, but I have other plans…big plans.” As the pair ate Chaz shared his dream of his outfitter camp with Andy. The big man was quiet but would respond and ask questions from time to time holding up his end of the conversation. Chaz enjoyed talking about his plans and went into details, explaining just how serious he was about his plans as if it was a practice run-through for sharing his plans with his grandfather. For his part Andy showed real interest and encouragement as they ate.

Despite the chance to get to know his host better, Andy’s real focus was on eating. The big man hulked over his plate shoving food into his mouth as if it was a race. He held his face inches above the too-small plate. His wild beard often rested in the gravy on his plate and was splattered with dropping as he chomped down. The man seemed focused on keeping his mouth full at all times. His cheeks were full but hardly slowed the man as he shoved another forkful in.

Chaz had never seen anyone eat like this guy. It was as if Andy was starving. Always aware of his role as the host or at least caregiver, Chaz would grab a bowl and replenish any servings on the man’s plate as he ate while reassured him there was plenty more on the stove. Andy would pause from time to time to complement his cooking. Once when he noticed that Chaz’s plate was empty as he watched the big man eat, Andy grabbed some bowls and refilled it with clumsy arms. “Don’t let me eat your share, I’ll get plenty.” The big man looked up with a smile and food-encrusted hair. “You got to eat to grow, right?” He slapped Chaz’s shoulder almost knocking him off his chair before he returned his attention to his heaping plate.

Chaz watched the man in awe as he dug into his second helpings that over flowed his plate thanks to Andy. The scene stirred a long-forgotten memory in Chaz. He remembered a high school summer when he was training for football with his best friend, Sammy. They were training like beasts and eating like ones too. They had plans of packing on a ton of muscle over the summer and coming back for fall practice all hulked out like studs. They had set out some unrealistic goals that only made sense to two sixteen-year-olds but had fun trying to turn them into reality. They were lifting twice a day and eating everything in sight. Sam had read about some big pro bodybuilder eating ten thousand calories a day. He offered that as their goal, though they struggled to make it to around 3500 or so. That took serious eating as they were mostly eating clean. The effort left them feeling stuffed and bloated and eating based on alarms on their phones rather than hunger. They rarely made it through a workout without barfing. Despite their problems the pair didn’t give up as they pushed one another along.

The memories came back as the two muscled men sat over the meal in the cabin much as Sammy and Chaz did several times a day that summer. The boys would cook up mounds of food and then shovel it in as they encouraged one another to eat more. Their meal times were just as rowdy as their lifting sessions. With the place to themselves thanks to working parents, the two were free to indulge their fantasies of living as two wild muscle-building freaks. Their meals were filled with dares and bets as to how much they could eat, taunts, and threats if their training partner’s plates weren’t cleaned in a set amount of time. Every day’s goals were a bit higher than the day’s before hoping to give them enough fuel to blow their muscles up like balloons.

It was a crazy time but the eating sessions and planning held a special interest for Chaz. He at first was shocked to find that the wild mealtimes would make his dick hard. He at first tried to rationalize it away. He was young and horny so his dick was hard a lot. Yet there was something about watching his best friend stuffing himself wildly and moaning as he rubbed his taunt belly while forcing Chaz to do the same that horned him up a bit. As his belly got full his cock would balloon as if taking up the overflow. They were forcing their bodies to grow by any means possible and it was exciting to the teen. The erections were his secret as even though he and Sammy were as close as two guys could be, there was no way Sam would understand that watching him eat made Chaz’s cock hard. So Chaz made sure to stalk up on baggy shorts and gym pants to hide his kink. Day after day the best friends stuffed themselves just short of popping as their clothes grew tighter and their strength skyrocketed—all the while to a special enjoyment of Chaz’s.

That summer was the start of Chaz’s bodybuilding though in the beginning it was just a way to be football studs. Chaz realized at summer’s end he had some sort of a gift for muscle building when he showed up for practice thirty pounds heavier looking like he stepped out of a bodybuilding magazine and Sammy, as his teammates pointed out, looked ready for a fat farm. Not that the boy wasn’t strong as hell but all that new muscle was covered with a couple inches of fat. His slightly dimpled muscle gut hung over his football pants and peaked out under jerseys as the boy panted and puffed through practices. Sammy’s pouting muscle gut became a lucky charm for the team as his pals called him Buddha while rubbing and patting his gut ball for luck. The pair marveled how they both had followed the same regiment and Chaz had come out looking like a young Jay Cutler while Sammy looked like a twenty-year-old ex-jock.

The forgotten memories flooded back to Chaz as the two ate. He stuffed himself more than usual, partly owing to Andy’s encouragement. Soon the hunter’s dick was throbbing as he watched the muscle freak beside him shovel in the food without the provocations of dares or wagers. He reached over and grabbed a couple more long necks from the refrigerator to replace the four empties that now crowded in amongst the emptying dishes.

Chaz was a bit amazed that watching the bull eat was horning him up a bit. The hunter was firmly straight with never any qualms or questions about the fact. Yet in private the bodybuilder could blow up a boner as he flexed before a mirror and had been known to squeeze one off as he flexed. He was still horny as a teenager and just played it off as a side effect of getting all that blood flowing and the extra test he injected. It was the first time anyone else’s muscles had the same effect on Chaz.

The feeding frenzy lasted more than an hour. Chaz scraped the pots and pans from the stove empty refilling the serving bowls twice. Andy ate as long as food was available. The man would swallow belches and grunt as he shifted in his protesting chair as he ate. He didn’t slow down until his plate and every bowl and platter on the table were empty. The big man sighed as he rose back in his chair for the first time. He rubbed his muscled gut ball as he yawned. “That was the best fuck meal I’ve ever eaten! Damn I am a lucky man to be rescued not only by the best hunter around but the best cook! It’s like I’ve been snatched up out of hell straight to heaven.” He reached out and clamped a meaty paw on Chaz’s shoulder, shaking him slowly as he sang his praises. The man’s spirits seemed buoyed by the food and beer though he still had a haunted look in his eyes despite the flash of smiles and grins. Andy wiped at his neoprene coated chest and beard with a dish towel Chaz had draped over his shoulder as he ate. He picked up pieces of dressing and meat from under the edge of his plate that had escaped his binge and popped them into his mouth.

“Can I get you anything else?”

“No, I’m good…maybe another beer. It’s been a long time since I’ve had any alcohol. This tastes good.” He sucked the last through his straw thanking the hunter for his ingenuity and explaining how easily his hands grew numb bending his hyper-muscled arms enough to eat or touch his face. The simple use of the straws for drinking seemed ingenious to the guy. As the man leaned back talking about how it felt to be so jacked up, his stuffed muscle belly seemed to swell in his lap. The enormous meal had definitely taken a toll. Once fed, the man sported a roid gut look. The mound seems to be fighting his huge pecs for room under this thick-skinned elastic suit.

He snatched an orange from the bowl of fruit that always sat on the center of the table and pealed it as he spoke. He bit into it like an apple spitting seeds onto his plate. Despite his claim of being full the man quickly stripped and ate three oranges. The man breathed loudly as always but now it gave the illusion that the growing pressure was making the man sound winded. As Andy stretched and popped his neck his suit gave off straining sounds with every move. The oranges erupted with sprays of juice covering his beard when he bit into them. To Chaz it looked and sounded as if the meal topped with the fruit was blowing his gut up as he sat there. The effect must have been completely normal to Andy as he sat with one hand on his swollen belly and popped his neck between bites. If anything out of the ordinary was happening the man gave no signs of it.

Andy noticed something in Chaz’s look as he approached with fresh beers. He patted his belly. “Don’t worry, it bloats up some when I eat. I won’t pop. Even though if I had to, I’d want it to be after one of your meals. Damn, that was good food. You should open a restaurant. I’d keep you in business just feeding me.” He swallowed a belch and dropped his other hand to his tortoise shell-like muscle gut as he swallowed his last mouthful of orange.

He sat cradling the mound in his lap as if he noticed it for the first time. “Just look at this thing.” His voice dropped again like it did when the memories came back to mind. “It must look crazy, I know. Gunther worked on expanding it just so he could pack more food into me. I told you about the shakes when he gave me my shots. That was only part of it. At times he filled me with water…you know with a bag and a hose. I guess they use them to force-feed sick animals with. This thing must have been made for horses or something cause the bag was huge. It held gallons,” the man said the word slowly to emphasize the word.

“He would give me bigger and bigger water feedings to stretch my stomach out. I’d piss like crazy later but for a while he would make me hold it in so my belly would get used to being packed so full…you know he would punish me with the cattle prod if I pissed any until he told me to. It was tough…especially in the beginning. My abs would cramp up and it took so long to fill me up as much as he wanted…and then the not pissing thing. With time though it got easier and my gut grew more elastic. He could blow it up huge. I’d sit there naked so he could make sure I didn’t let any go until he said to.”

Andy shook his bushy head. “That pervert would be naked too. He got off on blowing me up like that… he’d watch me and stroke it. After he filled me up and pulled the hose out of my throat he would make me get up and walk around. He liked the sound of all that water sloshing around inside me. He’d make me do jumping jacks and stuff but if I threw up or peed even a little I got shocked. On time he shoved his dick in my navel cause t got all stretched out and tried to fuck it making the water slosh inside me… I’m talking crazy shit. I couldn’t piss until after he had cum. He could stroke for hours watching me and talking about his plans for me. I’d be dying to piss waiting for him to blow. As soon as he would I’d just piss. It would come out of me like a garden hose. He liked that too. Said I could piss like a racehorse. He got his jollies off on shit like that.”

Just then he came out of his revelry and looked surprised at Chaz. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I go on like that with you. You don’t need to hear about all that crazy shit.”

Chaz may have had a funny look on his face as he listened but it wasn’t shock over the details of his torture. It was that the stories and Andy’s swelling gut had horned the man up again. Chaz was chastising himself for it. What kind of pervert must he be that the talk of having the poor man’s muscle gut forcibly filled with water sounded hot to Chaz? When Andy had looked at him as if surprised, Chaz at first thought he had seen his boner through his jeans. Chaz sat the fresh beer in front of the man and one for himself.

Andy continued, “You can just tell me to shut up when I get going on that shit. It’s okay. I won’t mind.”

Chaz laid a hand on the man’s massive shoulder. “Andy, it’s all right. You can talk to me about anything, if it helps. We’re just two friends relaxing over a few beers. Nothing you can will upset me.”

The huge man’s nervous eyes shot over to his new friend. “Thanks, I appreciate that.”

The room was full of dirty dishes but he was happy to relax next to the big man. Andy seemed more awake now as he looked around at the shuttered windows. “Is it still snowing? How bad is it by now?” He looked at a clock on the wall faintly illuminated by the kerosene lamp. It was twenty till ten.

“Still snowing. I’d guess we’ve gotten over thirty inches by now with no let-up.” Chaz jumped up and went to the window and looked out as he had on a regular basis since discovering the slashed tires. All he had seen was the tracks in the snow disappear under deepening layers.

The floorboards creaked as Andy joined him at the sink watching the snow fall in the yard. All the white seemed to light up the outside somehow. “Damn, I can’t believe how deep it is. You found me just in time. I’d have frozen stiff out there in that storm.”

Chaz hadn’t thought about that much once they reached the cabin. There were fresh dangers out there to worry about now but the man was right. The two stood in silence watching the snow fall through the raised louver.

Andy then said in a dazed sort of way, “Holy fuck, I look like a bear.” Chaz glanced over. He was looking at his reflection in a shaving mirror that was attached to the wall by a long arm that let it be pulled out over the sink. It gave a good view of your face and neck but little more. The bull of a man pulled it closer as he studied his face for the first time since he had been kidnapped. He then shifted the mirror lower until it showed a middling section of his huge upper body. He ran a hand over his massive pecs and deep cleavage. “This suit makes me look like someone stuffed an air hose up my ass and blew me up like a balloon.” He’d shifted the mirror to one side and was looking at his basketball-sized shoulder.

Chaz chuckled quietly. “Yeah, a roided up balloon man.” The beer had softened their voices as the evening rolled by. Even Andy sounded a bit mellower now despite everything.

The big man grabbed some paper towels from a roll and wetted them at the sink. Andy began wiping his beard and chest trying to clean up the remains of many meals and grim as he watched the little mirror. His beard was soon wet. It rested on top of his rubber-coated chest. Dirty towels were replaced as soon as the grime blackened them. The effort seemed to reinvigorate his odor as he worked. He abandoned the towel method and leaned over the sink and sprayed his beard with the hose attachment beside the faucet. The old setup had little force. The overspray ran down his wide chest. The water ran down his beard that once wet hung down longer by the second. He squirted some dish soap in his hand and lathered up his chin whiskers. Andy’s massive arms were so restricted he could barely reach his mustache and chin, leaving the vast majority of his dirty beard untouched.

Chaz thought maybe he should offer to help but felt shy. He could push him over the sink and shampoo the man’s beard and whole head easily if he wanted but Andy didn’t ask for help. Chaz thought it might be overstepping some boundary to offer or just take over, especially after what Andy had been through. He had been acting the nursemaid to the guy since they met, maybe the big man resented it.

Andy grunted and breathed hard as he worked. “Damn, I’m dirty as a pig.” Grey suds and dirty water flowed into the sink as the man discovered more dried food in the tangles on amazingly long whiskers. His beard was so long once he wetted it he looked like a hyper roided member of the Duck Dynasty clan. He would have made three of any of the reality TV stars. The man soon gave up as his efforts were little more effective than a spit wash. Chaz handed him a bath towel from a basket in the corner. His clean strip was lighter than the surrounding hair.

Just then a deep rumble escaped from deep within Andy. “I need to use your bathroom. Where is it, upstairs?” He took a step toward the door as he surveyed the room.

Chaz looked sheepish as the bull dried his beard with one hand and rubbed his overstuffed muscle ball with the other as it rumbled again as if ready to explode. “There isn’t one. There is an outhouse out back we use.” He pointed over his shoulder toward the wall. “I can go out with you. I should shovel a path anyway and need to raid the freezers for more food.”

Andy looked a bit surprised. “Oh okay, an outhouse…okay. So you have a shower out there?” His body gave off another rumble.

“No, just a latrine. We have this.” Chaz had been pulling on bibs at the mention of going outside. He stopped and turned closing the folding screen that hid the old cast iron tub in the corner. “You can take a bath if you want. We can strip you out of that old suit.”

“Sure …sure… but I got to go…” The man pointed to the wall as his body gave off another tortured grumble.

Chaz was throwing on his cold-weather clothes quickly. “Well let’s go. Grab that flashlight. Oh you need some clothes, the wind is starting to howl. I can grab my uncle’s coveralls if you want to try them?”

Andy stood leaning on the counter rubbing his gut with one hand as if uncomfortable. “Nah dude, just more to take off out there. I’ll be okay. I’ll hurry.” He was pulling on the boots Chaz had gotten him that morning.

Chaz always on the lookout said, “Hold on.” He jumped through the dining room door and snatched up an old snorkel hooded survival coat from the pile of jumbo sized clothes. He immediately rejoined the man holding the ridiculously wide coat open. “Try this. It will keep your upper body dry.”

Andy did as he was told, sliding his arms down the nylon quilted sleeves. Despite the excess material around his waist the muscle freak’s shoulders and chest and arms fit the old coat snuggly. Chaz shoved the deep fur lined hood up over his head as he guided him through the door. Behind the man’s back Chaz snatched up his hand gun and slipped it into a pocket. He left the shot gun by the door. The chances of the insane cannibal being outside now were slim but he had to be prepared. The truck was so deeply surrounded by snow that he had few fears of Andy noticing the slashed tires. The protective man didn’t see any reason to share the truth of their situation yet.

The wind was swirling the snow around the buildings and trees now creating deep piles in places even as the snow still fell heavily. Chaz didn’t so much clear a path to the ancient outhouse as he knocked away the top few feet. The handicapped freak was still waddling through a couple of feet of snow. They moved across the yard slowly as Andy followed with a hand on Chaz’s back as he followed along. The big man moaned about halfway there.

Chaz glanced back. “Cold ain’t it?”

Andy’s burly features were almost hidden in the recesses of the deep hood. “Yeah, that and my gut. I might just explode if I don’t get to that crapper soon.” The big man was shining his flashlight on the tiny building as if judging the remaining distance.

Chaz redoubled his efforts and soon had pulled the door open. He hit the battery-operated light illuminating the cold wood-lined closet and its bench with the raisable toilet seat. “There you go. It’s not fancy but serves the purpose.”

“Thanks,” the big man grunted as he hurried past. He didn’t get the door shut before opening it again. “I’m sorry about this, but I need help. I can’t reach the zipper back there.”

The man held the coat up over his hips and was slapping back for the tiny clasp on the zipper that ran between his muscle-bloated ass checks. The man struggled as if to show just how handicapped he was. His arms and lats were so blown up he could barely reach around behind and touch his ass. Even if he could force his arms back far enough, his fat sausage-like fingers would never grasp the tiny clasp.

Chaz seemed embarrassed not to have foreseen his predicament. “Sure…sure.” He stuffed his gloves under an arm, then popped his flashlight into his mouth. He wanted to make this smooth and quick. It was so dark that it was hard to make out anything on the black-suited ass that was being offered to him. Under the mouth held light, Chaz snagged the zipper clasp and slid it down between his ass cheeks.

The muscle freak’s ass almost erupted out of the suit as the over-stressed material slid open. In the brief moment that Chaz saw the man’s ass, he was amazed at the rippled slabs of muscle covering it. The shrink-wrapped skin looked packed with a puzzlework of thick muscle. Then the smell hit Chaz. He inadvertently jerked away and gasped. Opening the suit released a nasty smell. As he did he dropped his flashlight into the snow where it angled up at the muscle freak trying to turn away quickly.

“Sorry man. I’m like fucking helpless. God, I reek.”

In the rush to grab the light, Chaz noticed something else as the man turned away from him. There was the flash of a bright metal button shoved up between his ass cheeks. It looked huge. Without thinking the shocked man gasped, “What is that shoved up in your ass?” Chaz was immediately embarrassed by the question. He sounded like some startled kid. Everything about the situation he now found himself in was startling.

Andy was quickly trying to disappear into the building but paused with his hairy face peering out the crack of the door. “Dude, that bastard controlled everything about me. He kept me plugged at all times. I couldn’t even shit if he didn’t want me to.” The man disappeared into the outhouse.

Chaz was kicking himself mentally. After what the poor guy had been through, why was he asking such dumb questions? Andy had been through hell. He couldn’t probably imagine half the stuff that crazy bastard put the guy through. He turned his anger at himself toward shoveling snow. He cleared the path down to the grass as he worked back toward the cabin and then back to the outhouse widening the path. He should have done this while Andy slept. He then knocked on the door and said, “I’m going out to where I got my fresh catch hung for some more meat and out to the freezer shed for some other things. I shouldn’t be longer than ten or fifteen minutes with all the snow.”

“Okay,” Andy said, “I’ll have a fresh beer open and waiting for you when you get back.”

“Be sure to lock the door after you go in.”

“You want me to lock you outside?”

“Yeah I got a key for the inside door. Nothing to worry about but just play it safe.”

“Will do, Outfitter Chaz. Your camp, your rules.”

Chaz threw himself down the trail to where he hung the fresh meat. He wished he had grabbed his snowshoes. He was kicking through thigh-deep snow. He should shovel out the path as he normally would but there wasn’t time. He hadn’t seen any more signs of the crazed cannibal but you never knew. He lowered a group of pheasants and stuffed a couple more into his bag he had brought. Then hacked more off the venison. He pulled the ropes hoisting the meat back high in the trees. He had intended to get this all packaged and into the freezers by now but his day’s plans had changed. The outdoorsman threw himself back into the hike. His next destination was his pride and joy. He had cleared a building spot on a high point and build a shed.

He rigged up a solar-powered battery system to run the four freezers he kept locked inside. There was more sunlight available up on the ridge than down by the cabin which was why he chose to build at the more isolated location. It took way longer than normal to reach, hiking through the deep snow. When he finally got to the shed he noticed the padlock wasn’t on the latch. He didn’t always lock it when he was staying at the cabin so finding it unlocked wasn’t a surprise. The lock was missing. He ran his hand down into the snow until he found it. The tired man shoved it into his coat pocket and went inside. He pulled the chain on the overhead bulb. Chaz pulled his keys from a pocket in his bibs and opened the vegetable freezer. He half-filled a canvas bag he snatched down from a hook on the wall with eared corn and bags of peas and beans he had frozen that summer. He replaced the lock and turned to the next meat freezer.

Here he immediately noticed something wrong. Not that it was unlocked as he didn’t usually lock it all up until before he left for town. The padlock had been cut open. It hung twisted on its catch. Chaz locked over at the other two freezers. The one next to it had been broken into.

Chaz was furious. He pulled the lock from his pocket. It had been cut open too. He jerked open the doors and could tell immediately the meat had been rifled through and many packages were gone. A roast he had just put in there was gone plus several rolls of deer salami. He glanced at the clipboard on the wall where he kept track of his stash for proof. He hadn’t touch the salami but somebody had helped themselves to at least three rolls. He went to the next freezer where he kept the fish. He didn’t need to count anything. Just like the other shelves someone had grabbed some of his best catches. There were spots where bags full of smaller fish had set, now empty.

He then noticed at least one of the canvas bags he kept on the wall for carrying stuff back and forth from the cabin was missing. He had been robbed and he had no doubts who had done it. That crazy Gunter. Not only had he slashed his tires, the pervert was holed up in his cave feeding himself on Chaz’s catch. It pissed the hell out of him. The hunter stuffed several fish into the bag and a turkey he knew Andy would probably swallow whole. Then he grabbed several packages of ground deer meat he planned to turn into chili and Shepard’s pie. If nothing else Andy was going to eat well while they were stranded. There was nothing he could do about the theft now but the crazy fucker would pay.

As Chaz approached the cabin with his bags full of supplies he called out, “Hey where’s my beer?”

The hairy freak pulled open the door and stood with the beer in his hand. Chaz stomped into the kitchen, tossing the bags onto the counter. He was still pissed and yet knew he wouldn’t share the latest news with Andy. He about downed the beer in on pass as he locked the shutter and the door tight. “Get me another buddy. We are going to kick back by the fire and let the snow fall. Fuck it!”

“Sounds good to me.” Andy’s deep voice rumbled as he waddled to the refrigerator. The bull of a man returned with a sheepish look. “I…I need your help again,” he said with some embarrassment. He turned to show his bare ass to the man. The skin-tight suit had puckered back away from the twin mounds of muscle.

Chaz grunted. “No problem.” He pulled his thick gloves off and close the suit up over the man’s freakishly muscled butt. Chaz’s anger at the crazed cannibal was reignited even while the bodybuilder was amazed at the closer look of the wildly muscled ass before him. As he jerked and stretched the material over the mounds so the zipper would close, Chaz couldn’t help but notice the chrome butt plug was back in place. There was no way Chaz was going to mention it.

Soon the pair were stretched out before the fire in matching recliners. The only difference was Andy’s freak size made him look as if he had been blown up and laid across the thing like some sort of kinky muscle-bound blow-up doll/caveman. The pair talked and laughed as they sucked down beers like long-lost friends. They compared notes on shared interests. Chaz tried his best to share light stories in hopes of making the troubled man forget his worries and laugh a little. He did his best to steer the conversation clear of his ordeal but since the one thing they both had in common was a background in bodybuilding and a love of muscle, it was hard. When the moments came when Andy revealed some other story about the nightmare he had been through, Chaz let him talk hoping the telling of it gave him some momentary peace.

The two lay in the chairs and talked for hours. The only movement was to throw more wood on the fires or to get fresh beers. Andy as clumsy as he was, insisted on doing his share. He encouraged Chaz to relax and let him help him out for a change. Early on Chaz had planned to hold back on the alcohol in case he needed to be clear-headed if the need arose for him to put up a defense against the crazy Gunther. Finding the freezers so recently broken into confirmed for the hunter that Gunther was holed up in his cave or wherever just as they were. Fortifying himself for the battle ahead with Chaz’s food and probably his firewood. He was confident they wouldn’t have to worry about him until the storm settled.

The beer helped soothed Chaz’s anger. The anger at what the lunatic had done to Andy and what he had now done to him made his blood boil. It was all he could do when he walked back to the cabin not to yell, “Get my guns! We’re going pervert hunting.” Chaz knew he could hunt the bastard down and give him his just desserts. Andy’s weight plate to the head had obviously not killed the guy but he could. The man rationalized that circumstances being what they were, hunting him down would be justifiable homicide after what the man had done and now no doubt planned to do. Chaz had never in his life imagined a situation where he would be considering murder.

But the consideration died there. Instead, he drowned his anger in beer. There would be plenty of time to sober up in the morning as the blizzard raged… and no doubt plenty of time to deal with the crazed cannibal.

Chaz’s mood grew louder and more spirited the more he drank. He was quick to laugh and joke with the muscle-bound guy. As Andy waddled back into the room with fresh beers, the hunter watched the hulk move with beer-fueled admiration. Chaz said with a touch of a slur to his voice. “All that muscle is amazing! What’s it feel like to be all jacked up like that?”

Andy had handed his fan a beer and was easing his bulk back down into the camo covered overstuffed chair as he panted and joints popped. The man’s face looked thrown by the question as if he didn’t quite know what to say.

Chaz broke in immediately. “I don’t mean…how you got that way…that was…is horrible. I meant just being so freaking huge…it must be…amazing. I know you and I are alike. It’s the bodybuilding thing …living to pack on more size and strength. Well right or wrong you’ve done that beyond anyone’s wildest imagination. I hope this doesn’t sound crazy with what you been through but on some level, this must feel awesome.” Chaz rambled as he tried to make the man understand where he was coming from. He rocked the chair back down to the closed position and leaned toward the freakishly large man letting his beer-losened tongue lead the way.

Chaz launched into his story of his early training days with his buddy Sammy and how he got hooked on big muscle. He told the man how they had thought if they worked hard and ate a ton they would be as big as Mr. O super heavies by the time they were seniors. As he warmed to his subject Chaz rested a hand on the hulk’s monstrous forearm as he talked. The thing swelled out to over twenty-five inches like some massive ham wrapped around the bone. He could feel the warm striated muscle under the blistered neoprene sleeve. Chaz shook his head with a laugh. “I’ve never told anybody this but I think you can understand…” The drunk man launched into the secret part of the story where he would sprout wood as he and his buddy stuffed themselves like fools trying to force their bodies to grow. Chaz was animated now, talking with both hands and laughing at the craziness of it all sharing how they mixed ice cream with their protein shakes and ate donuts by the dozen and all the while his pecker was rock hard. The hunter felt free to share his deepest secrets with the man who had shared so much with him. He wanted Andy to feel comfortable to share any details of what it was like to be so massive and know Chaz wouldn’t judge him for it.

The drunk man grinned. “That all came back to me tonight when I watched you eatin’ and pilling more food on my plate, encouraging me to eat up.” The man looked down and shook his head and felt his face blush. Then Chaz glanced up at the man’s sunken tired eyes. “It had the same effect on me that it did when I was sixteen. There something hot about all this…and I got this sense you might understand that.” As he spoke, Chaz couldn’t help but notice the huge mound on Andy’s lap. He could swear the man was boning up as Chaz shared his secret. His snake seemed to shift under the tight neoprene.

Andy’s face lightened up and his eyebrows shifted up his forehead as he grinned at the revelation. He seemed surprised. Both men chuckled as Chaz quickly added, “Don’t get me wrong, I am completely straight…it’s just that forcing my body to grow and fueling that change at all costs has always sort of got me off… you know what I mean?” The man blushed and shook his head again. “I’m not sure I can make any real sense of it now that I put it into words. I don’t know why I get off on but I do. That is a fact. My point is you can be honest with me. I don’t shock easily and never judge.”

“Well, you’re right about some things…I mean before all this—” Andy waved a hand over his muscle-bloated body. “—I was obsessed with growing…with big muscle. Only I didn’t have a buddy like you to share and figure things out with. I felt kind of embarrassed about wanting to get huge…like people thought it was funny or strange. Oh, by the way, I’m completely gay…100 percent.” The man snorted a nervous laugh.

Chaz grinned. “I know…I mean I thought that was what you meant this morning when you talk about people will think this business with that crazy bastard was your fault… that you asked for it. You said something that you and he had fooled around.” Chaz stumbled for words a bit. “I got no problems with that…my older brother is gay. People are what they are.”

Andy said, “That’s good to hear.” He popped his stiff neck. “Well as a kid I would get muscle magazines and hide under my mattress, like porn…you know dreaming I could blow up like those big guys. I was skinny but had some muscle tone…a swimmer’s build I guess you would say. I had a weight set at home and would play around with it but didn’t know what I was doing. When I was about sixteen I got enough nerve up to join a little gym. I would try to lift when nobody was around cause when the jocks came in they sort of took over the place. Still I had no clue what I was doing especially about eating right. By college, I had added like 20 or 25 pounds but that was probably mostly just normal maturing. I was around 180. I looked good…that’s what my buddies said. They acted like I was all swole and shit but I knew I wasn’t. I’d seen the big guys in the weight room and the magazines. They would all warn me not to get too big. Hell, I just looked really toned…had good abs and stuff, some cuts.

“I didn’t feel comfortable training at the campus fitness center cause of all the jock-roid crowd so I found this little hole-in-the-wall gym. That’s where I met Gunther. I’d been lifting there almost a year and he just showed up one day, like he just moved to town. I mean he stood out looking like a Mr. O contender. The place had an odd mix; young working guys, old guys trying to stay in shape, nobody too wild or huge. Just a few guys with big arms or huge chests cause they only work their favorite body parts. You know the type. Anyway Gunther starts working out there and he’s on everybody’s radar suddenly. I mean, how could you not notice him. It was like Phil Heath started training there. But he is real cool with people…friendly. Willing to answer their questions and listen to their stories. Some of those old guys would talk his ears off. I was too shy to talk to him but he would nod and say hello…stuff like that.”

The big man talked calmly without any of the excitement and hair-pulling that took over when he tried to explain what had happened. “One day I was benching and struggling a bit. He stepped up and gave me a spot and then gave me some advice on my hand placement. He said my arms were too close together and that I was only using my arms and tris. He got me to use a wider grip so I’d hit my chest more. He introduced himself. After that he would talk more and step up if he thought I needed help. Check on my bench gains. I mean he was real friendly, that super nice guy thing of his…like he was campaigning for king of the weight room.”

The huge man shook his head as that melancholic look came to his eyes. “His advice was good. Everything he told me to do seemed to help. I got more comfortable with him. He seemed like a regular guy, you know. He was around more and more whenever I lifted…talking and giving me advice. I got over being shy with him. One day he told me how impressed he was with my work ethic and how he had been watching me. Then he asked me to train with him. I couldn’t believe it…I mean I was a runt compared to him and we didn’t lift anywhere near the same weights.”

The man looked down at his muscled packed lap and shook his wooly head with a laugh. “I damn near blew a load right there. So when we started training together… I mean he was training me. He gave me a diet to follow and set out goals and stuff. It was amazing. After playing at it for years not knowing what I was doing and then hitting it right and eating right, I just blew up. My friends couldn’t believe it. They all freaked out at first and loved it. I mean in a couple months I was up around 190 or so. My shirts fit like they all shrunk. My arms and shoulders were swelling up…my chest. It was great. We would train five days a week and go out to a buffet and eat afterward. He would encourage me to stuff myself …make bets that I couldn’t go back for more. Stuff like that. Course he was huge and could eat a horse. I’d do my best to keep up …” His bearded face broke into a grin as he looked Chaz in the eye. “The whole time we would be eating I’d have this throbbing boner. It was crazy.” The two men laughed.

“See I knew we had something more than the obvious in common,” Chaz broke in. “Isn’t growing and getting stronger the best fucking thing ever! I remember when I started growing, feeling like I had sprouted another leg…in more ways than one. Hardly anybody else understands.”

Andy shook his head again. “I know this sounds crazy after what happened and all but all I want to do still, is eat and grow. I know it’s crazy. I mean look at me.” The big man seemed tired again. He looked at his new pal with those worried eyes. “I don’t want to go back.”

Chaz reassured the man. “Andy, don’t worry about that. You are never going back to that cave. I got your back bud and if that crazy fucker shows up, he’s in for a world of hurt. Those days are over…that is all behind you, I swear.”

“No, I mean I don’t want to go back to civilization. Look at me, I’m a freak. My life is going to be a three-ring circus when we get back.”

Chaz was surprised to hear him say it even though he had had questions about all that too. Once Andy’s story was leaked to the press it would go everywhere. This would probably make the national news it was all so unbelievably freaky. “Well, don’t worry about that now. The snow is keeping us here for now so you can rest and get filled up. Things will make more sense once you get fully rested.” Chaz reached back and rested a hand on the bar resting on a bench press stand flashing a smile. “You can just relax and we can work out till the weather settles.”

The man’s eyes seemed worried again. He tugged at his hair. “I know when we get back that they are going to want to fix me…you know cure me and make me normal again.” The man looked at his new best friend. “I know this sounds insane, Chaz, but I don’t want to go back to normal…I just want to keep eating and lifting and growing.” He looked at Chaz nervously as if the revelation might freak him out.

Chaz was dazed at what he heard. He couldn’t imagine the man growing bigger. What was his ultimate goal? Complete immobilization. Chaz knew he needed to reassure the man and keep him calm and rested. He smiled and forced a chuckle. “Well, you know what they say, there no such thing as too much muscle. Seriously don’t worry about any of that now. All you need to worry about is relaxing and getting some rest and healing your feet up. The rest will take care of yourself. You ready for another beer? I should get you a pan of hot water to soak your feet in. That will heal them up.”

“Sure.” He handed his empty bottle to his host. “Well, you know if worst comes to worse, we could just stay here forever. We got all we need; weights to lift, fire to keep us warm, and plenty of food to eat.” The man seemed to force his worries aside and tried to lighten the mood.

Chaz turned and walked backward toward the door. “Hell yes, we can hide out in the wilderness and you can teach me all your secrets for super mass. Blow me up like you are and we can become the new Hans and Franz of the timber.” Chaz joked hoping to draw the man away from his worries and fears.

Andy lowered his recliner and put his feet on the floor. “Chaz, I hate to ask for more favors, but you suppose there is any way I could take a bath and try to get cleaned up? This filth is disgusting.”

Andy sat looking at Chaz after asking if he could take a bath and clean off the layer upon layer of filth.

“Sure come on in. I’ll start filling the tub.”

Chaz took the request as a sign of improvement on Andy’s part. Maybe the rest and meal was bringing him around. Chaz lead the way into the kitchen still joking and sucking on his beer. He folded the screen flat against the wall and turned the taps in the tub on full. The old tub was built for soaking so was deep and long. The water steamed in the cool room. The host turned the stove on and opened the door for extra heat like his grandpa used to do when he was a kid and he would dump him and his brothers and maybe a cousin or two into the big tub. Chaz grabbed a stack of bath towels and set them by a stool next to the tub. He pulled some shampoo from a shelf and a new bar of soap and one of those long-handled soap brushes. As he worked the happy man joked about the pair’s future hiding away as two reclusive muscle monsters growing bigger and freakier by the day. “I know, we can open the Muscle Freaks Outfitters, maybe do some training on the side. All the while growing bigger and bigger like we are hooked up to muscle-building air tanks. With a little work, I can turn you into an outfitter. We’d be popular with big muscle fans and bodybuilder wannabes. Might be hard to fit down a trail quietly though but we’d figure that out.”

Andy sat down on a kitchen chair and slowly tugged off the loaned socks. “I’d scare your clients away…half human half wild boar.” He made some snorting sounds.

“None of that now. You be a good asset to the business.” Chaz had gathered up anything the big man might need. He looked at the half-full tub and back at the hulk sitting before him. “You’re gonna need some help getting out of that rubber prison.”

Andy looked down. “I’m afraid so. I hope you have a strong stomach …or maybe nose plugs. I smell so bad I almost make myself puke. I’ve been stuck in this thing so long, I’ve damn near outgrown it.” His mood seemed to be taking a nosedive.

“Have you worn it ever since he brought you out here?”

“Yeah, except for when it warmed up over the summer. He took it off for a while and left me naked. When he first put it on me it was baggy.” The man stood up and turned slowly giving his wide back to Chaz.

Chaz couldn’t imagine the thing being baggy on the man. It was blistered by swollen muscle now and fit like skin. The hunter braced himself and pulled the zipper down over his thick back until it hit the end of the line. The zipper ended in the small of his back just above the swell of his ass. This time the suit stayed in place as if it was glued to his skin. Andy started moving his shoulders trying to work some slack into the material. Nothing happened.

Chaz reached up and started pealing the suit back from the opening. The smell was strong and immediate. The suit was stuck to his skin and resisted giving up its hold over every inch. Chaz pulled it away like a thick layer of black skin. A fine layer of dirt must have slipped into the suit and was worked into his skin because the man was grime-covered. The dirt sealed the suit to his skin like glue. Andy’s skin was white as death though the effort brought a pink flush. Where he had hair it was long but fine and plastered down. The big man was bounced back and forth by the effort to strip him. Soon Chaz had the suit rolled back in a wide V to his shoulders. Andy was helpless to assist him much. Chaz moved to his front side grabbed the roll of suit by the shoulders and pulled. The material slowly pulled away from his skin as if he was truly shrink-wrapped it. The big man gasped as hair sometimes came with it. With some tugs and pulling the man’s outrageous shoulders suddenly popped free. To Chaz, it seemed as if the man swelled up even more once free of the tight suit. Minutes later Chaz finally had stripped the man to the waist.

Andy was able to help roll the suit down his body once it was half down his massive arms. He tugged and tugged to free his mitt-like hands. Chaz took back over the task and pulled the suit from his thighs and then basketball-sized calves. The hulk finally sat down so Chaz could pull the suit over his feet and at last the man was naked. Both men were breathing hard by the time he was naked.

Chaz stood with the suit turned inside out before the man getting a look at the over-muscled man in all his glory. Chaz was dumbfounded by the sight before him. The man was covered with gargantuan-sized muscles. He had all day to get used to the fact and yet it still took his breath away… well the sight of him did and the smell. Chaz stepped away from the tub after shutting off the water. He showed how the hose attachment worked for washing your hair. All the while trying to hold his breath.

Chaz tossed the stiff heavy suit toward to door. It flopped and rolled out as if it was alive, coming to rest with limbs spread wide. The huge blisters still in its surface where it had been molded to Andy’s body. The filthy thing looked like some sort of mold form for making freakishly enormous muscle men. Chaz did his best not to stare at the man who was naked except for the collar around his neck and bands around various places on his body. His body had swelled up around the strips of leather. Andy held his hands over his privates some as he moved closer to the tub yet still moved as if it was nothing unusual to be naked in front of Chaz. The man’s ordeal had taken a toll on his manners at the dinner table and seemed to have left him with few inhibitions.

Chaz couldn’t help but notice that he wore a plastic device of some sort over his junk. He didn’t want to stare and only caught glimpses as Andy shifted his hands back and forth shielding his cock and balls as he moved. The smell was overwhelming. Chaz wanted to start spraying air freshener around the room. He then remembered a scented candle left over from a night spent with one of his girlfriends. He brought it down off a shelf and lit it.

Andy had stepped into the steaming tub slowly. He dropped a washcloth into the hot water and then grabbed the rolled edge of the ancient tub and stepped over the side. He sighed as his feet slipped into the hot water. The bull of a man forgot any pretense of modesty as he slowly kicked his feet through the water looking down at the tub as if it was a miracle.

As he stood there Chaz got a good look at his junk. It was enormous. His cock was stuffed into a fat plastic tube that was attached to a ring that went around his ball sack. There was a green tarnished-looking little padlock through a long pin locking the two pieces together and holding it in place. Between the collar and the dick tube there was a fat roll of flesh swelled out. It was the only roll of fat anywhere on the man’s body. There were open spots on the long cock sleeve presumably to let air and piss through. When the freak moved a bit he saw a fat hole in the very end. Andy’s dick was smashed up against the end of the thing. The man’s cock looked as if it was trying to outgrow the long hard prison. The openings had pockets of flesh swelling out and his dick completely filled the thing. Chaz couldn’t imagine it was comfortable to have your dick crammed into the too-small torture device. He had no idea if the man was hard or if the thing was just too small for his behemoth-sized dick. As it was the thing was at least ten inches long and bigger around than the beer bottle Andy was draining. There was no way the man could squeeze or even stroke his own cock. Fucking anything with that thing on would have to hurt like hell!

Chaz grabbed the folding screen and began sliding it back in place to give the man some privacy. The screen only covered part of the tub but gave some discretion if someone suddenly walked in on a bather unawares. “Those shock bands won’t zap you if they get wet?”

Andy was standing sliding his feet back and forth getting used to the hot water. “No, he used to hose me down sometimes. It didn’t bother them then plus I’m so far away from his controllers, they are surely dead by now.”

Chaz thought, ‘You might be closer than you know.’ Though he couldn’t imagine the crazy bastard was watching them from the yard. “I’ll get my toolbox. We can cut them off.” He pointed down at his caged cock. “I think I can cut that lock off too. Get you out of all that crazy shit.”

Andy was standing with his fists on his hips as if it was completely normal to be standing naked in the tub talking to the man. “That would be awesome.” He tried to grab the fat collar sunk into his bull neck. “This thing feels like it’s choking me half the time and makes it hard to sleep. I’ve dreamt of the day I could get rid of it.” The hulk reach down for the sides of the tub and eased his ass down on the edge slowly putting more of his legs into the hot water.

Chaz wondered if the tub would support such a beast. He imagined the old tub popping a wheelie with his weight resting on the opposite end from all the plumbing. Chaz could see his weight ripping the plumbing from the floor turning it into a water fountain. The old tub held up. The tub was thought to be big by all who used it. Hunters over six foot would marvel at how they could stretch out in the thing and relax. Even his fat uncle joked about stealing it to take home. Despite its generous proportions, Andy made it look small and narrow. The big man grabbed the long-handled brush and started pulling the hot water up over his legs. He gasped a bit.

“The water too hot? I can cool it down.”

“No, I like it hot. Just takes a bit to get used to. I feel like I need it boiling hot to clean what I need cleaned. Maybe some extra heavy-duty industrial cleaner too... steel wool…sandpaper.” The man was sucking his beer dry. “I smell so disgusting, I don’t know how you can be in the same room with me. It’s like all this humidity is making it worse.”

His impromptu caregiver lied, “It’s not that bad.” Chaz had stretched the screen out as far as he could. If it was flattened too much it got tipsy and he was on the verge. He turned to the entry room shelves for his toolbox. “Besides after a twenty-minute soak it will be another distant memory.” Chaz set the box down on a chair he had pulled up. The conversation about bad smells brought the suit back to his mind. He walked over and started unlocking the doors. He held the offending neoprene in one hand.

Andy said, “We out to make a bonfire and burn that.”

“The police might want to see it.” Chaz slipped easily back into his organized controller mode but forgot that the talk of reality might upset the man.

Andy said, “Oh yeah…right.” He splashed water over his legs as he rubbed the solid layer of grime on his wide thighs. His cloth turned black and the water began to turn gray.

Chaz threw the suit over the railing on the porch and locked the two doors again. The thought of a police investigation made Chaz stop and think. Maybe cleaning Andy up was destroying evidence. Chaz had never thought about it before. The room smelled fresher already as he locked the suit outside. “Andy, I just thought of something. Maybe I should take some pictures of how I found you…you know for the police. If we clean you up and just cut all that stuff off maybe it will make the case harder to prove.”

Andy got that worried look again. His head darted as if he caught glimpses of invisible things. He sounded confused when he asked. “You mean you are going to leave these shockers on me?”

“No. Who knows how long we will be stuck here. I’ll take them off but first, maybe we should take some photos to show the police. Then we will cut everything off and put it in a bag to give them. That should help.”

Andy said, “Oh…I thought you meant maybe I should stay dirty like you found me.” He stood up without any inhibitions. “Go ahead and take pictures. That’s okay. Gunther takes lots of pictures and pins them up all over. Tracks my progress with the camera he says. Fuck, I’m probably all over the Internet if the truth is known. Only nobody would believe this is real. I look like a fucked up photo morph. I wondered sometimes if he was selling my pictures to other perverts like him because he took so many. A few times he showed up with strangers too, showing me off. I think he charged them money to look at me. One guy tried to buy me and I thought for a while maybe he was going to do it. I heard him say he would give him fifty thousand dollars cash right then.” The man looked worried and he tugged at his hair as the memories once more took over. The he lifted his head and said, “Take all the photos you want Chaz. I trust you.”

Chaz grabbed his cell phone and started photographing the naked guy. Though he did it for logical reasons, the whole thing made him feel sick. Most of all the beaten dog manner in which Andy submitted to it. Chaz had no idea what might be important to police so he took tons of pictures. He moved in close up, full body, zoomed in on the belts and collars. Andy turned and held out arms and moved for clearer views as if he knew exactly what was needed. He took close-ups of his wild hair and dirty beard that made the guy look like some massive blown-up vagrant. “Don’t forget to get pictures of this.” He held his dick out by the tip in front of him. “I want to make sure the cops know what he did to me after they blew me off that night.” The mention of police always seemed to make the poor man agitated.

Chaz took pictures of the dick cage from several angles as the hulk directed him. Andy lifted and moved his giant cock to show off different aspects of the device. The whole time Chaz felt like some sort of pervert as if he was taking advantage of the guy. It didn’t seem like the thought even crossed the huge man’s mind. The muscle freak tugged his huge balls back to show the ring that surrounded them. He turned and talked while the pictures were taken as if it was how everyone started their bath rituals. The huge man then said, “Don’t forget this.” He turned bent forward and pulled his muscled ass cheeks apart to reveal the chrome button sucked tight up into his ass hole. Chaz took three quick snaps feeling like he wished he had never made the suggestion. He felt as dirty as Andy looked. “That ought to be more than enough,” Chaz said feeling suddenly exhausted.

Andy rose up and took his seat on the edge of the tub again and turned his attention back to his legs where his earlier work barely lightened the grime. The plug in his ass made scrapping sounds against the metal tub and he sat and shifted. Chaz who had been avoiding specific questions after he first spied the plug in his ass couldn’t resist this time. “Andy, I got to ask…and I’m not criticizing…but why did you put the plug back in after you went to the bathroom.”

The big man looked up from running the brush over his left knee. He had a look on his face as if to say isn’t it obvious? “Cause all that stuff he gives me and all the food I have to eat has turned me into a fucking pig.” He watched Chaz for a reaction but the hunter wondered if it was some gay subculture reference having to do with ass play. Andy knew by his expression that he didn’t understand. “You ever spend much time around a feedlot on a farm? Being a super hunter you must have at least noticed animals in the wild. The shit runs out of them. He turned me into a…a…human pig but I can’t just lift a leg and drop a pile anywhere the need arises. The plug helps control things…see.” Andy looked at the quiet man for a moment and then said, “Oink, oink.”

All Chaz could muster was an, “Oh.” He pulled out a battery-operated Dremel tool from his toolbox. He slid in a cutting blade. “You ready to lose all the jewelry?”

“Absolutely,” Andy said.

Chaz started on one of the bands around his upper arms. He slid the cutting tool between the two ends of leather where they were riveted together. He worked slowly until the brass pin fell into two pieces. The band opened but didn’t move. It was held tight in a recess in the man’s muscled arm. Chaz caught an end and pulled gently wondering if it would hurt to remove. The band came out slowly revealing callused edges and occasional tiny drops of blood where the skin bonded with the leather. “That hurt?” Chaz checked.

“Not really. Just get rid of it.”

Chaz pulled it free inch by inch. He looked at the inside of the band. The thing was studded with metal spikes about the size of the end of an ink pen. The spikes delivered the shocks whenever the sick bastard wanted to torture Andy. There were at least four spikes per strap. The points left dimples in his flesh. Andy ran a callused paw over the depression as soon as the band was removed. “Damn, it feels good to be free of that. Here do my leg next.”

Chaz worked on the strap on his right thigh before making his way around to the others. “This one”, Andy added when the thigh one was off. He shoved his right wrist toward Chaz as he clutched his meaty forearm with his free hand. Chaz worked slowly and gently until only the wide collar around his neck was left. The thing was half hidden under his bird’s nest of hair and his crazy beard. “Hold on.” Chaz went to the counter looking for something to get his hair out of the way. The thought of just grabbing scissors and hacking it off occurred to him but for all he knew maybe Andy liked the wooly look. Chaz couldn’t remember ever having or using a rubber band while at the cabin. He jerked open a drawer and found some plastic clips used to close potato chip bags and the like. He grabbed them. Chaz never ate junk food but his brothers always brought up their fair share. He snorted at the idea of using their clips to hold back the man’s filthy hair. Chaz felt for the connection on the collar. Then he rolled up the man’s shoulder-length hair over the area and clipped it back before doing the same with the beard. Once he had a clear view of the man’s huge neck and the rivets to be cut, he went to work.

Andy’s neck was impressive. Easily the biggest one Chaz had ever seen. He wondered if his neck was far wider than the man’s head. The wild hair made it hard to tell. Thick muscles crawled up its surface fighting for room and overlapping. Pencil-thick veins snaked under the skin. Chaz worked the humming blade of the machine back and forth over the fat pins; first one and then the other. Everything was thicker and heavier on the collar. Like the others, the collar had corseted in all that muscle growth leaving almost waistline part way up his neck. Just one more freaky detail on the king of freaks. Once it was off, Andy forced his arms up running fat fingers over the area. “I swear I can breathe easier already…and swallow. Man, I can’t ever thank you enough.”

Chaz grinned as he stuffed all the straps into a big plastic bag to keep for the police. He looked over and snatched the clips from his beard and hair. The man’s ratted hair stayed wadded up above his ear. He could clearly see the notices and brass plate in his ear. Chaz hadn’t even set the bag down when the hulk of a guy threw one leg out of the tub and turned toward Chaz. “Now this!” He held his huge caged dick toward him.

Chaz felt nervous and awkward about this next part. The guy’s cock was being offered toward him like there was nothing out of the ordinary about it. As if guys worked on one another’s dicks all the time. Plus the fact that it was enormous. “Okay…okay… here hold this up.” He picked up with the small lock with two fingers as if he might get cooties from it.

Andy said, “Hold what?” He fumbled and knocked the padlock from his rescuer’s fingers as he fumbled for something hidden under his enormous chest.

Chaz was crouched down next to him getting ready to saw the hoop of the top of the lock. He glanced up at the man to see half of his head blocked by his wide magnificently muscled upper body. “Damn, you can’t even see your dick any more thanks to those big titties.” Chaz laughed a bit too hard.

Andy’s dark-ringed eyes smiled. “I can see parts of it like this.” He held up the fat end of his cock and gave it a shake. Chaz’s laughter seemed to be contagious as the man laughed loudly.

Chaz jumped up and spun the shaving mirror around toward Andy. He gave it a few adjustments until he was satisfied the muscle monster could now see the tiny lock that needed to break open to remove the chastity device. Chaz slid the lock into his fingers and told him to hold it upside down so he could cut through the lock. Andy watched the procedure in the mirror.

Chaz almost started before the thought of running a cutting tool so close to the man’s junk made him nervous. There was a lot of plastic in between but still. Chaz reached back and draped a towel over the man’s jumbo cock if for no other reason than to take his mind off his close proximity to another man’s pecker. The metal in the lock was harder than the rivets in the belts. It took some time before he cut through. He then spun the lock and pulled it from the long pin locking the two parts of the device together.

Andy’s dick immediately grew a couple inches longer as the fat roll of flesh shoved up between the two parts of the device was free to stretch out. Andy jerked away the towel. He grabbed the plastic cock sleeve and pushed it away from his body. It didn’t move. The man gave it another shove but it stayed in place. His massive cock just stretched a bit but the sleeve was glued to his skin.

Chaz laughed. “It’s stuck big boy.”

Andy looked up as if the man finding humor in the situation was an unneeded diversion. “It’s like it shrunk. I need something to slick it up.” Both men were feeling the effect of the evening’s steady beer consumption.

“I don’t think hard plastic can shrink there.” Chaz jumped up thinking he would have cooking oil they could pour over it. He then spied a can of spray cooking oil. The amused man grabbed it and turned and sprayed it all over the man’s jumbo cock.

“What is that?” Before he even asked the question the sleeve began to shift slightly. Chaz kept spraying as the man twisted and worked the sleeve back and forth. Gradually the thing began to slide toward the end of his cock, but the effort was having an effect. The emerging dick appearing from the end of the tube was blowing up like roll dough expanding through a cardboard sleeve.

Andy sighed as he finally freed his massive dick from the restricting device. It was half hard as the happy man slid his greasy hands over the mass trying to soothe the ridges and blisters from where his meat had grown out the openings in the device. He stopped and pulled the collar around his ball sack apart and dropped it to the floor next to the tube. The big man sighed loudly as he leaned back rubbing his hands over his huge balls, “Oh man that feels great to be free of that thing.”

Chaz couldn’t help but watch dazed as the man’s jumbo dick seemed to keep expanding magically, swelling up like bread dough. The man laughed, “Careful there big guy …maybe I shouldn’t be seeing this.”

Andy chuckled, “Nah it’s all good. Just imagine having your dick crammed into a tin can for weeks at a time. You’d be happy to see it free too.” The hulk stopped rubbing the thing. His huge dick flopped over against his leg as he wiped his hands clean on a towel.

Chaz asked, “Were you always that big?”

“Big but nothing like this. I used to be about eight inches, people acted like it was enormous. I…I think that maybe is what caught Gunther’s attention at first…that I looked like I was packing. Course being around him back then always had an effect.” The man cleared his throat, “But the stuff he gave made it grow…made everything grow. He even gave me shots in my nuts. Turned them into overdrive I think. All I know is after he started those shots my balls doubled in size and I was horny all the time.”

“Damn,” was all his helper could say. Chaz shoved the chastity device in with the other belts and put away his tools. He readjusted the screen one more time blocking the view of most of the tub from the rest of the room. “Just enjoy that long hot soak. Hell you probably will need two or three baths to get really clean. If the water gets too dirty just drain it and fill it again with fresh.” He stepped back once his work was done to let the man enjoy his bath. He turned and looked around the room strewn with dirty dishes. Chaz turned the water onto the sink and started filling it. “Let me know if you need anything. I’m going to throw these dishes into soak and then give you some privacy.” The sink was on the opposite side of the room behind the screen though Chaz could see the freak’s shoulder as he rested on the side of the tub.

“Will do.” Andy grabbed the sides of the tub and slid his bulk into the hot water. His wide muscle-bound body slid against the sides as he went in. The plug in his ass scraped against the tub as he moved. Just then corresponding wave rolled over the other end of the tub as this huge body displaced the water. The big man said, “Utt oh!” Chaz turned in time to see the splash hit the linoleum-covered floor. He had overfilled the tub for someone so huge!

“Oh shit!” Andy barked as he grabbed the side of the tub and pushed himself out of the water. The hulk slipped and dropped back down sending another bigger wave over with more force. This tidal wave knocked the folding screen over. The wooden screen caught the table, taking some plates from it with a crash despite Chaz’s effort to catch it. The super hunter stood there laughing his head off. He had been rolling up his sleeves at the sink when the commotion started.

A puddle was spreading out from the tub. The screen was soaked and had cleaned off a corner of the table when it fell. It was now under a puddle of water scattered with broken dishes. There was the startled wild man half holding himself out of the water looking panicked. “Man I am so sorry. I keep making messes for you.” He started to stand up but the laughing man stopped him as he reached into the already murky water for the chain that was connected to the rubber stopper holding in the water.

“Don’t worry about it. Just some water. The floor needed mopping anyway. Just relax. It’s all good.” He laughed with a drunken slur. Once the level of the water had dropped almost by half even with the strong man holding half of his bulk high on his jacked arms; Chaz replaced the plug. “Try that.”

The hulk slowly lowered his body down into the deep tub. The water line rose but stayed a couple inches below the edge. “There you go, enjoy.” Chaz was still laughing. It must have been the stress of the day mixed in with beer buzz and fatigue but he could not stop laughing. Mr. Responsible opened a cupboard that stored all the linens and towels needed for a big crowd. He pulled out arms full of towels and dropped them around the puddle creating a damn to stop the flow of water. He then dropped towels and used his feet to soak up the mess. Soon a laundry basket was overflowing with wet towels. He wiped off the screen and then took it to the next room and opened it near the stove to dry. It dated back to his Grandpa’s childhood as he knew there would be hell to pay if it was permanently damaged. There were no longer any efforts made toward privacy for the bathing guest. Andy showed no signs of needing it and after everything he had done for the guy already the efforts toward modesty seemed a put on.

Andy apologized again as he watched the man cleaning the floor and picking up broken dishes. Chaz glanced up looking at the huge man sitting in the tub. His wide upper body looked crammed into the tub. His knees peaked over the edge as the hulk rubbed a washcloth over his legs. The tub made the huge man look that much more blown up as he clumsily tried to wash. Chaz pointed to the ceiling, “I know what the problem is: not enough beer!” He pulled a couple more long necks from the refrigerator and set one with a straw in it on a stool next to the tub.

Andy took a drink and then grabbed the shower wand and started wetting his hair and beard. As he worked he tried to run a hand over his head. His huge arms made the moved look clumsy and awkward as his the swollen muscles in his shoulders and arms bunched up. His hair seemed to grow longer as he soaked it up. It smelled too. The man dropped the wand as he worked shooting a spray up into the air. He shut it down and poured shampoo into his hand and started lathering his head up…that is the parts he could reach.

Chaz stole glances as he filled the huge sink with dirty dishes. The musclebound man was so restricted in his movements that he was only lathering up the hair at the crown of his head and the ends that hung over his pecs. Try as he might his overblown arms couldn’t reach most of his head. Chaz knew of the problems. As his own muscles grew and shoulders bulked up, he found it hard to reach back and even touch the back of his neck. Andy’s arms were damn near twice the size of his.

As Andy worked rinsing his hair with the wand he tried to shampoo his wild beard. The man couldn’t even touch his whole face so that most of his furry cheeks didn’t get hit with the soap. Still the man worked with the bar of soap and a cloth rubbing over his chest and belly trying to wear away the layers of grime. The water was brown. Chaz noticed that his efforts were leaving him with brightened spots that his jacked arms could reach while the rest of him was as dirty as ever. Andy’s wet hair hung around his face blinding him. His efforts to shove it back were fruitless but still he worked panting and grunting from the effort. Chaz watched unseen behind a curtain of wet hair, realizing just how helpless the freak was. A shower would help but still, the man could hardly reach most of his muscle-fattened body.

Andy grabbed the long-handled brush and soaped its head up. He tried to shove it over his shoulder to scrub his back but it slipped from fattened fingers and clattered to the floor. Andy grunted and rested his head on the side of the tub for a moment before trying to push his hair from his face one more time as he reached down and fumbled for the unseen brush.

“Having trouble big guy? Chaz asked.

His head hung low. “I’m practically helpless…” He shook his wet head shifting the long hair apart enough to aim one eye at Chaz. “You sure you want to blow up like this now?”

“Mobility is overrated,” Chaz joked. “You just need to spend more time stretching. I can give you a massage later. I took some courses cause my hunting retreat is going to be full service.” As he spoke the bodybuilder was removing his flannel shirt leaving him in a UA sleeveless shirt that hugged his torso tightly. “I got the best score in the class on the deep tissue massage session.”

Andy gave an exhausted chuckle as the man tried to lighten his load.

“Let me give you a hand. I worked at a dog groomer’s one summer. Washing you can’t be any worse than your typical bull mastiff. Lean forward.”

Andy grunted. “From hog to dog in twenty-four hours.” He gave a barking sound.

Chaz piled his hair up on the back of his head and poured shampoo over the mound. Once wet the man’s hair hung well past his shoulders. The hunter began massaging the mess and pulling twigs and burrs from the tangle. The suds were deep gray and the bath water impossible to see through now as he worked his fingers through the tangle. He sometimes would reach under and run his soapy hands into the man’s beard.

Andy practically purred as the man worked. He leaned his head back giving the man full access to his face as Chaz poured shampoo into the beard and then lathered it. The hunter couldn’t get over how small his head looked atop such an insane mass once his hair was soaked and laid flat. He next grabbed the hand sprayer and worked for some time rinsing the soap out, all the while working his fingers through tangles. Then he lathered his head up again and started over. As he worked Chaz sometimes slid his hands down and lathered up the man’s bull neck and shoulders, scrubbing at the outrageous muscles and massaging the impossibly thick mounds.

By the time he had Andy’s hair and beard soap-free, it hung wet and flat over his wide shoulders and chest. Chaz did the extra step of pouring a conditioner and working it in. He then pulled his hair back over his head and smoothed it flat so that his face was completely exposed. He took a soapy washcloth and scrubbed his face and ears like he was taking care of a giant child. The effort only slightly lightened the dark rings that circled his large green eyes. Chaz looked down at the blackish water splashing at the sides of the tub. “We better drain this and get you some fresh water. Stand up.”

Chaz helped the bull to his feet before popping the plug from the drain. As the water slowly drained, Chaz soaped up the brush and scrubbed the man’s body. He would scrub a part and then rinse it off with hot water from the wand and go at it again until the pale skin had lost all of the grime and sweat of spending months in that crazy suit.

The buzzed Chaz was shocked at the outlandish size of the guy’s muscles as he worked. It was almost as if he half expected most of the crazy mass to come off with his smelly neoprene or to dissolve away with a good scrubbing. It all just seemed more impressive on close inspection. Andy looked crazy! He didn’t have an ounce of spare fat anywhere on his body. It was as if someone had magically inserted a needle into every muscle and pumped and pumped until the balloon muscle couldn’t take anymore. The wide man was literally blistered with swollen muscles. Muscles that on Chaz looked hard and flat like some sort of body armor under the skin; on Andy were fat and bloated like some overstuffed down coat. The bodybuilding expert took an inventory of the man’s huge muscles one by one as he scrubbed and rubbed them clean. All the while he marveled at how they could be three or four times bigger than any he had ever seen. The drunk caregiver almost forgot Andy as he worked he was focused on his wild muscles; shoving Andy’s arms up out of his way and then pushing on him so that the man turned a bit to give better access to another area.

For his part, Andy just stood there with his head back and his eyes closed. He was breathing hard as usual. Sometimes sighing and moaning as if the hard scrubbing felt great. “Oh man, that feels good.” He would mumble from time to time. The man’s odor problems were slowly conquered as he became sweet-smelling. By the time the tub was drained, Chaz had scrubbed his upper body clean; front and back. The bottom of the tub was covered with a thin layer of mud. Chaz gasped, “Look at that!” as if amazed.

“Pretty gross, I’d say,” Andy said as he looked down at the mess, raising a foot out into his line of vision noticing how it looked as if he had been walking in a creek.

Chaz had lost any of his inhibitions. Still, he paused and asked, “You want to take over from here?”

“Oh hell no. This is like massage. Plus I still can’t reach everything. This bull mastiff needs the full shampoo treatment.” The pair chuckled as they sucked on beers.

The splashing water had soaked Chaz’s shirt and jeans. Before he continued, the drunk man stripped them off and went back to work in socks and skintight long underwear pants. He wished he had one of those rubber aprons like they wore at the dog groomer’s shop. Chaz used the wand to rinse the grime and mud down the tub drain before returning his attention to the bull before him. He popped the soft brush off the handle and soaped it up. He then began rubbing it over the man’s wide thighs and hamstrings. He still did his inch-by-inch inspection of the man’s incredible muscles. Chaz had been bodybuilding long enough that he had been called into help shave a buddy’s back or to help with contest color many times before. He did it without much second thoughts. This was no different told himself as he just sort of put Andy’s privates and ass out of mind. He worked down one leg amazed until he reached the scar from Gunther’s bite. The bite sobered him up some as it brought back the horrible experience the man had endured.

Chaz went to work on the other leg with renewed vigor. He had spent so much effort over the past hour or two trying to lighten Andy’s load that it was almost as if he had blocked out what brought them together in the first place. Chaz felt his anger begin to churn. Once finished cleaning his massive legs and feet, Chaz soaped up a rag and started in on his muscle-rippled ass. He knew the man could barely reach back far enough to touch it. His mind was on the poor man’s ordeal. He felt his blood boil as he thought about the crazed man who had done this. He didn’t quite realize what he was doing until he felt the thick button in his ass as his cloth-covered hand slipped between the man’s muscled ass. The man thought, “Fuck it.” He scrubbed and put the rest out of his mind. He lathered up everything even his low-hanging balls and then rinsed it all with hot water from the handheld sprayer.

Chaz shoved the plug in the drain and turned on the tap. The tub began to fill with clean hot water again. Chaz stepped around to the front of the hyperjacked man. Andy’s massive dick was pointing to the ceiling. Chaz was astounded. It had to be twelve inches long and as fat as his forearm. His drunken knee-jerk reaction was to grab his tape measure from his toolbox to measure it. Nobody would believe this!

Andy stood as he had during most of the cleaning with his head rolled back and his eyes closed. Letting oh’s and ah’s slip about how good it felt. His hands were hanging down at his sides, a foot or two away from his sides. Held out wide by his wide back. Just then he popped his neck and raised one hand over his belly. His dick bumped the back of his hand and the man’s eyes shot open. He saw his pole and Chaz’s blushing cheeks as he stared at it. “Sorry man. All the junk I’m on keeps me horned 24/7. I hardly notice it anymore.”

Chaz rose up with the spray attachment in one hand. “No problem.” He acted sheepish. “Have a seat and I better rinse that stuff out of your hair or it will never dry.” He grinned awkwardly and handed the man the scrub brush. “I’ll let you clean that.” He managed to chuckle a bit.

“No problem…no problem.” Andy said as he lowered his bulk into the sparkling clean water. “I feel like a new man.” He sighed as he sunk into the warm water.

Chaz went to work rinsing the crème rinse from his hair and beard. It all fanned out over his overgrown muscles like silk now. The hunter was amazed at how long his wet hair was. There were no bangs. The front hung down as long as the back as if it had all grown out at once. When he had it rinsed, Chaz toweled-dried it so it wouldn’t be dripping all over the guy. He pulled the front back over his head and tried to flatten it down. Even wet it was heavy and wavy. He then saw a bread tie lying on the table from supper. Chaz grabbed it and tied the front mass into a ponytail pinning it to the top of his head, keeping it from failing into his face. Chaz had done all he could think to do for the man and more than he imagined he would ever do for anybody. He grabbed a bath towel and started drying his chest and arm. He dropped down onto a kitchen chair and took a tug at his beer. Coming round to the front of the man, he found Andy relaxing in the steaming water now sparkling clean—both him and the water. The man’s head was rolled back on a towel with his eyes closed. He was panting and making almost cooing sounds. His mighty legs were slightly bent with his knees out of the water. Between them his even mightier cock was still standing full erect. Despite his wild hair and beard, Chaz could hardly believe this was the frightened stinking man he had found in the woods that morning. Andy spoke to the ceiling, “If I live to be 100, I can never pay you back for what you have done for me. I’ve said it before, it’s like being snatched up to heaven.”

The man raised his head and looked at Chaz with tired green eyes. He offered his hand and felt as if he was going to pull Chaz’s arm out of its socket when he shook it. Chaz said, “Bro, this is just what sane people do. They look out for one another. You’re just going to have to learn that all over.”

The muscle freak’s long beard was fanned out over his chest and shoulders. As it dried it was beginning to curl. Andy grabbed it up in a fist. “I can’t wait to lose this. It’s like having a huge wad of steel wool stuck on your face.”

Chaz was feeling sheepish. Andy’s wasn’t the only dick that had come to life. His dick had swelled up like he was a horny teenager again. He had dropped the big towel in his lap to hide it. He needed to make an escape and planned to leave the man to soak alone but needed to make a stealthy exit. Suddenly Andy seemed chatty.

Andy said, “Hey, give me one of those ties.” He had rolled his beard into a tight tail.

Chaz grabbed another bread tie still on the table and reached out to drop it into the man’s huge hand. He watched the bull fumble for a few seconds before taking it back and pulling the doubled-over piece apart. He wrapped one close up under his chin and then the other down at the end of the beard where it thinned out, leaving the man with a stiff ponytail hanging off his chin about six inches.

“Better”, Andy chuckled and flashed a real smile. “I’d make a nice hipster muscle monster now, with all the hair and this.” He slapped his chest. He relaxed again. “This tub is my new best friend. You might never get me out. Hell, I never thought I’d feel warm like this again.”

Chaz was happy for the man. Andy seemed calmer than at any time that day…almost normal. He shuddered. Most of the heat was in the front rooms. Not even the open stove door managed to warm the room much. All he had at hand were the wet clothes he had taken off and his skin-tight long johns that his cock was clearly trying to rip free of. His boner had no thought of calming down no matter how hard Chaz wished. “Well, you just relax. Take it easy.” You could hear the wind howling loudly now. Chaz jumped up holding the towel wadded over his junk. He crossed the room to the sink and looked out at the full-fledged blizzard. It was impossible to tell if it was still snowing or just blowing but the air was full of snow coming in all directions. His truck was starting to drift over the hood and the outhouse path was half full and drifting in deeper than before thanks to the pile of snow Chaz had thrown up on both sides earlier.

Chaz’s mind wasn’t on the blizzard or bad men hiding out in it. All he could think of was his throbbing erection and what Andy would think if he saw it. The man was flustered. He was embarrassed that his cock seemed to have a mind of its own all of a sudden. His cock seemed to like the overblown muscle man wedged into his bathtub. His drunken mind was struggling with what it all meant even while arguing that it meant nothing. His dick just needed to relax.

Just then Andy’s belly rumbled loudly. Chaz looked over his broad shoulder. “You need to go out back again?”

Andy raised his head and opened his eyes with a grin. “Nah…my gut thinks it needs fed again. It’s okay. Let it whine.”

Chaz looked around. He spied a pair of his stiff quilted winter-weight bibs hanging by the back door. He grabbed them and stepped into them knowing his dick wouldn’t show through the thick stiff material.

Andy said, “You going out?”

“No just cold.” He hooked the snaps over his bare muscled shoulders. The move relaxed him a bit as his old in control persona resurfaced. “I’m going to go in and warm up by the fire but first…” He opened the refrigerator and pulled out a tub of roasted turkey like he had carried into the woods that morning. He dropped a few apples and oranges in with the meat and sat them on a chair within Andy’s reach. “Help yourself. If you are serious about losing the beard I think there is an old set of clippers around here somewhere. My gramps used to give all us boys a buzz cut like in the army when we showed up to spend the summers. I’m sure his clippers would tame that beard in no time.” He grabbed a water bottle and set it with the food. The man then backed away as the ever-hungry giant dug into the meat. “Just relax and work on shutting that gut up.”

Chaz backed through the swinging door and staggered into the huge room. He fought at the straps on his bibs until they fell off. The man staggered over to his makeshift weight room and freed his blown-up cock as the bibs slid to the floor. He started jerking his fat dick as the thing took complete control over the strong man. He could see himself in the big mirror he propped up against the wall. Every muscle on his body was tense yet he still looked like a dwarf compared to his memories of the stud in the next room. Chaz struggled to not make a sound but was having trouble. He reached over and turned on the radio. There was still nonstop storm coverage. He gave a faint whinny as he tugged on his demanding cock. Then he saw the old coat that Andy had worn to the outhouse where he had thrown it next to the other oversized clothes. To Chaz now it was the muscle freak in the kitchen’s coat. He grabbed it and put it on disappearing into its 6XL bulk. It swallowed up his 240-pound muscled body as if he was a small child. All Chaz knew was it fit the stud he had been caring for like spandex through the upper body. The image of the massive man in the coat earlier horned Chaz up something wild. The image excited his pecker as he wrestled with it. Then finally it spit cum all over his muscled abs. Chaz stepped out of the coat leaving it in a pile and leaned against an old sideboard trying to quietly calm his breathing. He used the damp towel to clean his junk and belly. There was no way that Andy could sneak in suddenly but at the same time it was all the panting, cum happy man could do not to yell, “Holy Fuck”, at the top of his lungs. It felt like he had blown a gallon of cum from his spinning nuts. As he leaned against the cabinet he bumped the tray that held all the bottles of hard liquor. He spun the top off a bottle of Scotch and took a tug at it. He gasped as he set it down still leaning on the piece of furniture.

Andy yelled from the next room with what sounded like a mouthful. “You okay in there?”

Chaz knew he sounded like he had run a marathon when he yelled, “Yeah”, so he added, “I stubbed my toe.” Followed it with a “Fuck!” for good measure.

“Well take care of yourself, buddy. You know I’d be up shit creek without you to look after me.”

Chaz pulled up his underwear as he staggered over to the far recliner and dropped in. He had left his bibs on the floor in front of the sideboard but he still clutched the scotch. The man was far more than buzzed now. He crawled into the soft chair before the fire and let the post-eruption sleep take him. He barely stirred when Andy added, “This is the best turkey I have ever eaten! I swear.”

Chaz’s head was spinning. No, the entire world was spinning around him. He felt sick. No, it was a helicopter. Chaz was spinning clutching to the blades of a helicopter falling from the sky. Around and around he flew. He was afraid he was slipping off. Somebody make it stop.

The hunter’s head jerked as the machine crashed. His heart was thumping so loud it felt like his eardrums might explode… but Chaz was alive. The man raised his head in the air. He smelled the familiar aroma of burning wood. He opened heavy eyes. There was the old leather sofa from the cabin. The man dropped his head back down on the overstuffed recliner he was hugging. The muscled man was lying on his side clutching the pillow-like overhang of the back of the chair. The room started spinning again…wildly. Why had he drunk so much?

The big man rolled over. From practice the man knew to shove one foot out resting it flat on the floor. He half laid over the armrest but the dizziness stopped. He fell back to sleep gratefully.

Chaz heard that helicopter again. He could hear the pant-like sounds of the huge blades spinning. Chaz was afraid of the spinning blades but at least he wasn’t trying to hold on to them. He was afraid of walking into them. He couldn’t see them but they seemed close. The worried man suddenly realized he had fallen asleep near a running helicopter! Chaz couldn’t wake up. He had to wake up before the blades chopped him to bits. The bodybuilder opened one eye terrified. There was no helicopter. It was just a nightmare. He was sleeping in the cabin like normal. Everything was fine, he told himself as he nestled down into the nest of a chair. As he drifted off he reassured himself all was fine. There was Andy. Everything was fine.

Chaz’s eyes shot open. Andy! Clarity slapped him in the face. His vision was blurry but he could make out the hyper-muscled man across the room as Chaz looked toward the kitchen. Sure enough, there was Andy. The muscle freak of a man was sitting on a towel and some things he had spread out to cushion one of the long benches. He was leaned back into the table with his head back. At first the drowsy drunken man thought the big man was sleeping sitting up. He must have just finished his bath. He was still naked. The man’s face was hidden but his torso made a huge muscled V against the dark furniture. His massive legs were spread wide. Chaz was tired. His eyes fluttered as he tried to make sense of the world he woke to.

The exhausted man heard the helicopter again. His eyes shot open. It wasn’t a helicopter. It was Andy. He was giving off these crazy panting humming noises as he slept with his head rolled back. Then Chaz noticed the firm grip around his giant cock. The huge man was sitting across the room jacking off. He was trying to muffle his groans as he worked it. He was rocking his wooly head back and forth. Sometimes looking at the wall sometimes the ceiling.

Chaz was suddenly freaked out. He jumped to his feet stumbling around. He still felt drunk. “Dude, what are you doing?”

Andy’s head snapped forward. “Oh fuck man, I’m sorry. I just…I thought you were sleeping… I … this looks so bad. God!” The big man had beads of sweat along his forehead. “I was just trying to get some relief. My dick’s ready to pop twenty-four/seven. I…I…I…”

Chaz couldn’t stop stumbling around; first one leap left then another stumble right. He realized that a towel was wrapped around his feet. He kicked free of it. He planted his feet. Was the gay man watching him sleep while he worked his pud? Chaz’s head was pounding. Why had he drank all that beer? He felt like the room was spinning but he stood with wide-spread stout legs trying to steady it. He didn’t know if he liked the idea of the guy using him for jacking inspiration.

What parts of Andy’s face that showed around his wild beard were beet-red. The man continued to stutter. “It takes me forever to blow a load cause of the control … the way he controlled me… the kitchen was so cold that’s why I came in here…I swear man. It’s not like it looks… I was trying to be quiet…I didn’t want to wake you.” The man looked nervous again. He pulled at his beard as he stammered and apologized over and over begging Chad not to be mad.

It was cold in here. Even Chaz felt it as he stood dazed in the middle of the living room. He was freezing though the air was warm up around his head. Suddenly the man realized his tight long underwear was hooked down under his ball sack. He had been standing before the enormous man with his cock out. Worse still he was boned. Chaz jumped back as he pulled up his underwear. He turned away. He felt crustiness on his belly and dick signaling that he had blown another load. Chaz was embarrassed. What had he done? Had he been jacking in his sleep in front of Andy? He looked back at the chair he had slept in and back at the helpless bull he had taken in. Moments before he had been furious to catch the guy jerking while he faced him sleeping nearby… the memory came back of him having to run from the kitchen so he could do the same thing a short time before. Chaz had blown a load while thinking of the over muscled Andy before he fell asleep. Words failed him. The room wouldn’t quit spinning. “I…I’m gonna be sick!”

Chaz ran for the kitchen stumbling over clothes and shoes in his path. He made it to the sink before he vomited. The man heaved and heaved until there was no more. He had the taste of that nasty scotch his grandpa drank in his mouth. He spit and spit again before rinsing his mouth at the tap. He was burning up. He shoved his face under the cold running water for a bit. He stood with his forehead against the cold sink. The world calmed down. He was still drunk but the sick feeling passed. What am I going to do? The exhausted man thought. He pulled a towel over his wet head.

He looked out the window. All he could see was swirling snow. The shutters rattled as the strong winds buffeted the cabin. The room was cold. He normally left the door to the big room open at night so the heat of the stove flowed freely in. He watched the scene out the window and felt as if he had the weight of the world on his back. The room was shadowy with only the lamp over the table burning dimly. He reached up and turned up the wick. He lit the lamp on the counter. Chaz noticed for the first time that the room was immaculate if a bit unorganized. The dirty dishes had all been washed and stacked on one end of the table. The cooking utensils and pans were neatly on the stove. The tub had been scrubbed and smelled of cleaner. The dry screen was back in place shielding most of the bathtub from view. Towels hung drying from a folding clothes rack that had been unfolded near the stove. Andy had been busy.

Chaz looked at the clock. It was after four. He must have slept for forty minutes or so. The door creaked slowly open. The man’s furry head peaked around the door. “You okay, Chaz?”

“Yeah…yeah I’m fine. I just woke with a start. I…I …didn’t know where I was is all.” Chaz ran some water from the tap and palmed it over his face a few times.

The big man slid his bulk through the too-narrow door as he entered the room sheepishly.

Chaz reached out pulling the door open until it locked into the open position. Warm air flowed into the kitchen. “We usually leave the door open at night. The pipes won’t freeze yet but it keeps things comfortable. Thanks for cleaning up things. You didn’t have to do that.”

“Fuck, it’s the least I could do,” the man sputtered. “You saved my life. If I threw you on my back and carried back to town through this blizzard, it wouldn’t make a dent in the debt I owe.” There seemed to be more silent moments now. “I just didn’t know where things went so I just laid everything out and figured you could show me in the morning.” The big man was holding a too-small towel around his muscled waist. His heaving belly was deeply quilted but looked surprisingly flat considering his wild appetite. By the looks of things, his giant dong was still fired up. Andy ignored it as he looked at Chaz with worried eyes.

Chaz was so exhausted he wanted to sleep for days and yet he knew he couldn’t. “Don’t worry about that back there. I woke in a fog. I didn’t know where I was… if you need some privacy, I can stay in here.”

“No…no … I’m fine. I don’t know what to say but it wasn’t what it looked like. I’m not some crazy pervert you have to worry is going to attack you or nothing.”

Chaz looked over. “I don’t think that, Andy. Not at all.”

“It’s just that he fucked me up…you know, giving me all that stuff that horns me up something crazy but then locking my dick up and not letting me cum. Now I’m so fucking horny I can hardly think straight and it’s like all that abstinence kind of shut everything down. You’d think I’d be spouting like a fire hydrant after getting that cage off but it just the opposite. It’s like I’m on the edge but I can’t blow. Just a little precum sometimes. My nuts are killing me.” The man’s hair had dried. Chaz was surprised to see now that it was clean, that the man had sandy-colored hair and beard. His hair hung in waves over his shoulders. His beard was still twisted into a ponytail. The huge man held the too-short towel to his waist with one broad hand bridging the opening. His huge thigh swelled out the opening below where the ends were several inches short of meeting. “Does it bother you when I talk about this stuff? I mean my fucked up sex drive? I’ve spent so much time alone, it’s like I don’t know when to shut up now.”

Chaz had leaned against the sink listening. He was wide awake now. He looked up. “No it’s fine.” His sympathy for the man had returned. Everything he said made sense. As for standing before him with his stiff dick hanging out, it was as if the fucked up man didn’t even notice. Like Andy was used to a world where everyone was naked and boned all the time. Chaz knew one way to tame his pounding head. He snatched another beer from the refrigerator. Even though it was the last thing he needed it, would stave off his hangover. “I got something that might help ya, hold on.”

Chaz went to the big room and fumbled around his weight equipment. He found a magazine or two, then a box full of old bodybuilding magazines. He grabbed a handful and took them to Andy. “Maybe these will help you,” he said sheepishly. “Not exactly gay porn but maybe they will do in a pinch.” The tired man managed to grin.

Andy took them with a shy grin. “Thanks.”

Chaz said, “Pick your spot and relax. It will happen. If you want to stay in here now that it’s warmer, I’ll turn on the radio in the big room or I’ll stay here… whichever works for you.”

“I think I need to take a break. I been jerking on it so long now, it sort of hurts.”

Chaz sucked at his beer, nodding. “Good enough.” The room was quiet for a bit. “You get enough to eat?”

The big man said, “Oh yeah, thanks.” He reached out and lifted the empty tub that once held the remains of the turkey. Andy had washed it along with the other dishes after he ate all it held. It would have taken Chaz another day or two to finish the container but it was a snack for the behemoth. The big man asked, “I’m not eating you out of food am I? With the blizzard and all?”

Chaz laughed a bit. “There is no way. I have a shed full of freezers stocked full of stuff. It’ll take months for you to clean me out so don’t let that worry you.” The beer had done its trick. Though still loaded, the man’s head ache disappeared. His easy going spirit returned. “We better get you dressed before you catch cold. Did you look through that pile of my uncle’s old stuff?”

“Nah, I guess my mind was on other things.” The big man grinned as he followed his host into the big room.

Chaz tossed some logs into the stove and fireplace. Then went to the stack of things. “There was a red union suit or two that might work. You could at least sleep in them and wear here inside.” He dug through the pile until he found them and tossed them to Andy.

The big man shook them out. They damn near looked round.

Chaz twisted the cap off another beer and said, “We might have to find a belt for you or duct tape all that excess in around the gut.” The tired man took another swig. He joked, “Or we could stuff that middle section all full in case of you are ready for a change from looking like an overblown Incredible Hulk. I doubt we have any balloons around but we could blow up a few trash bags maybe and make you look like a human beach ball if you’d like? Roll you around from room to room.”

The big man laughed, “Yeah like the tiny Oompha-loompa, you are.” He barked a laugh at the dig at the friendly hunter’s smaller size. “No thanks, I’m inflated enough as it is.” Andy opened the suit and rolled the legs down before stepping into them and started working them up his legs. Despite the enormous size, the union suit fit his over-muscled legs like spandex. Chaz had to help him hoist the suit up over his broad back and get his jacked arms in the sleeves. As Andy shoved his arm down the cotton sleeve he said, “I don’t know about this? Seems we need to take some of this here and put it up here.” He tugged at the baggy material at his waist. He was sliding the material in place over the huge blisters on his arm. As he worked his other arm into the suit, his lat ripped through the other side. “Oh shit”, he said as he looked down and his fingers fluttered over where his huge back had erupted through the hole under his clothed arm. As he took a step back his left thigh split open the leg of the old suit.

Both men laughed as the hulk stood with his arms wide as the old one-piece underwear was popping seams over his shoulders and legs. Chaz said, “So much for that.” The bodybuilder grinned as he stepped up and grabbed the shoulders of the shredded suit. Chaz pulled, ripping it off the huge man. He laughed as he did. “I should have had you flex for me and hulked out of the rest of it”, as he tossed the tattered red fabric aside. Chaz picked up the old snowmobile suit. “This might have stronger seams. It isn’t very thick, as long as you wouldn’t be too hot in it?” He turned the suit over as they looked at it. The suit was covered with narrow channels from the shoulder to the cuff of the legs. The thing was light blue and had a rolled knit collar at the neck. Like everything else Chaz’s Uncle owned, it was enormous.

Andy said, “We won’t know without trying.” He stepped into the slick nylon. At least it was easier to put on even though his ass and legs made a nice impression. Again Chad helped him get the suit up over his broad back and his arms inside. Like the other suit, there was an empty few feet around the waist but the big man fit tightly into the limbs of the suit. A few seams of the left shoulder popped open as Andy slid it into place but the tougher suit held up better. “Not bad,” the hulk said as he adjusted his fat cock off to one side in the soft quilted interior. He reached up and felt the split at his shoulder and didn’t bring the zipper up over his pecs where the suit grew tight. “As hard as I am on these things, maybe you ought to try to wash that rubber suit. It might be my only hope if I destroy all these things.”

Chaz laughed but then got to thinking the man might be right. He couldn’t take him back to town naked in this crazy weather. “You’re right about that,” he said as he turned back toward the kitchen.

Chaz went to the back entry and unlocked it, pulling the half-buried suit inside, despite the fact he was dressed only in his long underwear bottoms and socks. The smelly suit was half frozen and stood out stiffly in his hand like blistered cardboard. He held it up before him and shook snow off onto the rug. He shoved the wide oddly blistered suit into his one concession to the modern world. The large capacity, stacked front loading washer and dryer he had put in the back entry the summer before. The amount of towels and bedding, not to forget hunting gear to clean when a whole pack of family showed up for a weekend hunt called for some serious laundry equipment. The new set replaced an ancient washer and a series of wires stretched between trees in the backyard. The drunk hunter poured the soap cup to the top.

“The worst it will do is destroy the thing and you wanted to burn it anyway. Maybe a good wash will make it bearable if it comes to having to wear it again.” The suit flopped around loudly in the machine as the cycle started.

Chaz grabbed the worn leather lifting belt the man had been found cinched into and threw it around his waist, taming the excess material. He looked the hulk up and down. The beefy hunter grinned, “That color makes you look like Roidy Smurf, but it serves its purpose.” Then he reached over and unzipped the zippers running down the outside of the skintight legs of the suit over Andy’s wildly wide thighs. “Maybe that will help it hold up when you try to sit.”

The outer third of the freak’s almost round thighs appeared through the open slits as Andy gave his thighs a shake. The sandy-haired hulk looked down with a grin. “I like that. He slapped his bare thigh that now erupted out the side of the suit. With the front fanned out over his bare chest and a meaty shoulder peeking out of a slowly widening slit, the old suit almost highlighted his wild build as much as cover it. The belt held in the excess showing off his wicked V taper. Andy pulled a beer from the refrigerator as he adjusted his fat dick under the nylon padding. It looked like he was hiding a wild turkey in the front of the quilted suit.

Chaz remembered the clippers they had talked about earlier when the big man had said he wanted to lose his wild man beard. “Hold on, Gramps! Electric clippers are here somewhere.” The muscled hunter looked through cupboards and closets until he reappeared with a small plastic case. “Were you serious about trimming the beard?”

“Fuck yes!” The big man forced his arm up to tug at his fat bread-tied ponytail at his chin. “I will never miss this bird’s nest stuck to my face.” The man’s arm bulged as he held onto the long chin whiskers.

Chaz opened the case and pulled out the heavy clipper and looked at the case full of attachments. Andy grabbed a beach-sized towel from the hamper and sat down next to the man. He tossed the towel up over his chest and shoulders but it slid off the slick nylon and landed into his lap. Chaz plugged in the clippers hoping the guide that was on the machine that his Grandfather had used to give out his buzz cuts would be close enough to start with. He turned on and off the humming machine a couple time testing it heft. He stood next to his monster-sized house guest happy for his new sweet smell. “You want me to do this?”

“Oh yeah, I’m counting on it.” He tossed his massive arms back from his sides, “These arms are all but useless.”

Chaz had eased back into his happy life of the party mode after a couple beers. “Okay, but don’t hold me responsible for the results. I’ve never run this thing. You want a haircut too. With these gauges, I could buzz that all off like you joined the army or something.”

The big man rocked his legs as he waited. He glanced up with a grin, “Well let’s start with the beard and go from there.” He laughed unwilling to commit.

Chaz wrapped the big towel tight over the bull’s shoulders. He looked down at his tools and grabbed scissors from the case. He snipped off the ponytail from his chin and handed it to man. Trimming the tail from his chin left him looking as if he had been plagued with hyper-aggressive sideburns as the hair on the outer edges of his jaw hung down several inches before receding where the pony tail had been. Chaz clicked on the humming device and started trimming the fur under his ear.

Slowly Andy’s face began to emerge as Chaz worked on the heavy beard. He worked slowly not exactly comfortable in his role. Ten minutes later, he turned off the machine. “That must have took about ten pounds off you.” Andy’s shoulders and chest were covered with clipping as well as the floor around him.

Andy was left with a thick sandy colored beard more or less the same length all the way around. The man was heavily bearded but at least had lost the long wild length. The muscle bloated man did his best to run a hand over his chin feeling the flick of thick whiskers still hiding much of his face. “You’re not going to stop there, are you?”

“You want it all off?”

“Oh yeah, I want a face like a baby’s butt.” The man grinned.

Chaz popped the guide off the clipper. “It’s your call.” He went to work again slowly cutting the next layer back to his skin as close as he could without digging into his skin. The hunter was getting slightly more at ease with the task as he worked.

Andy’s features began to emerge. His strong jaw, fleshy lips…to his barber it was as if a stranger was appearing in his kitchen. The next time Chaz shut down the machine, Andy was left with a prickly thin shadow across his face. Chaz was amazed to see the face of the man who had been his almost constant companion for the past eighteen hours. He pulled the wall-mounted shaving mirror closer so Andy could get a look at the change. Andy looked happy as studied his reflection. “Thank you, buddy. That is awesome.”

Chaz gathered up the towel full of clipping and shook it into the trash can. He then brushed clippings off Andy’s nylon upholstered upper body as the man admired the change in the mirror. Chaz swept up the rest from the floor and was emptying the pan into the trash when Andy asked, “You have some shave cream and a razor don’t you?”

“You ready to take over the job? I thought you might want to keep it bit of the ruff up here at the cabin. Nobody usually worries about being too clean cut up here.”

Andy looked up at him with his nervous eyes. “I was hoping you would do it for me. Hell, my hands get numb anytime I try to touch my face and that ignores the fact that I can only reach my chin and mouth. I’d chop my face up if I went at it with a razor and these fat clumsy hands.”

Chaz laughed. “You feel safer letting a drunk shave you? Damn, it’s like you have a death wish or something.” The stranger sitting before him was startlingly handsome. The beard removal had turned what looked like a homeless inflated bum into a guy who could be an over-muscled model. Andy had strong chiseled looks with full lips and a deep dimple in his chin. His huge green worried eyes topped off his Hollywood looks. It was hard for the hunter to make the connection that the man looking at him was the same smelly freak he found wandering panicked in the woods.

“Well, at least I don’t have to worry about you eating me, if I die.” The nervous man laughed too hard as he tried make a joke of his nightmare.

Chaz chuckled a bit. He reached out and patted the freak’s basketball-sized delt. He tossed a towel into the sink and turned the hot water on. He then wrapped the steaming hot towel over Andy’s upturned face. Chaz pulled his shave cream and a handful of disposable razors out of a cupboard. He let the man’s whiskers soften for a bit as he leaned back against the sink trying to make sense of things.

Just then there was a loud hunger rumble that both men heard. Andy shifted his green eyes over, “Don’t start that shit, you’ll get mine rumbling.” He rubbed his flat belly hidden under the 50 plus inch waist of the thin suit. It was amazing how the freak’s belly would melt away between meals.

Chaz laughed, “We get done with your beauty treatments, we’ll make an early breakfast. Now I’m the starving one.” The man pulled a bottle of water from the fridge and drained it. He stepped into the big room and pulled some baggy fleece pants from his dresser and a long-sleeved tee. He pulled them on. Morning was coming and he needed to sober up.

The muscled hunter returned to the kitchen, kicking a stool close as he removed the steaming towel from his guest’s upturned face. He slathered Andy with shave cream and then sat down next to the bull and leaned in close. He laid the razor against his face and slowly pulled it down his cheek clearing a strip to his pale skin with a scratching sound. It seemed awkward as hell trying to shave someone else. Every movement seemed backward. Chaz wished he could get closer but the man’s massive upper body seemed to isolate Andy’s small head, causing his nervous barber to rest his body over his chest and shoulder as he worked. Chaz rinsed the razor and repeated the move clearing away the shave cream and stubble. As he worked nervously, Chaz did his best to ignore his hardening cock.

Both men were in good spirits as they cooked up a big breakfast. They worked to the erythematic thump of Andy’s neoprene suit now spinning in the dryer. Andy was completely cleaned up with only one nick from when Chaz tried to shave around his deep chin dimple. The man assured Chaz that he had regularly cut himself so often in the same spot when he shaved that he had a scar around the dimple.

Chaz was in all-out full binge mode from his teen days. He joked about the binge they were in for. Both men’s stomachs were growling as they worked. Chaz had filleted a pan full of fish and now was frying them, while the huge man was awkwardly scrambling up a skillet full of eggs. A pot full of oatmeal was steaming on a back burner. As the two bodybuilders worked they shoved oranges into their mouths to stave off hunger pangs. Chaz was doing his best to keep up with the muscle blimp biting into the peeled fruit, filling his mouth in a couple bites before turning his attention back to cooking. Andy would peal another two handing Chaz one whenever the hunter finished his last one. It seemed Andy could damn near swallow them whole.

The table was covered with food as the pair sat down to eat. Chaz had the foresight to switch out Andy’s dinner plate with a platter this time. The pair dug into the food with Andy shoveling it in as if it might all disappear before his hunger was relieved. Chaz told animated stories about his early training days with Sammy and how he got jacked while his best friend blew up like a lard ass from the same regiment. All the while Chaz’s throbbing boner was hidden under the table as he watched the stud packing his cheeks full with awful table manners across from him. He told Andy how he used to torture Sammy by adding extra scoops of weight gainers to his shakes behind his back and trying to trick him into eating more by miscounting his daily calories. Math not being the jock’s strong field, the ploy worked as often as not. Sammy had blamed Chaz for his blimping and the happy man admitted for the first time that there was more than a little truth to the accusation.

Andy kept shoving food onto Chaz’s plate encouraging him to keep up and warning that he might waste away if he didn’t fight for his fair share now that Chaz was stuck looking after him for now. The muscle loving man’s stomach was full but he kept eating happily to the encouragement of the huge stud across the table. Chaz’s belly felt tight as a drum but Andy’s looked as if he had a slowly inflating balloon stuffed in the old suit he wore. His muscled belly had taken form under the folds of the baggy area hanging over the belt. Now it seemed to continue to grow as the man shoved food in. The whole scene, from his wild memories to the man across the table horned Chaz something fierce.

“We’re going to lift…after a good nap,” Chaz announced.

“Sounds good to me”, Andy said with a stuffed mouth. “I need to show you how a real man works out.” His handsome chipmunk-cheeked face smiled. It did Chaz good to see the poor man relaxed and acting normal…well as normal as an over six hundred pound muscle blimp could. The handsome freak smiled more freely and joked as easily as Chaz as they ate.

Chaz still took frequent tours of the windows checking the yard and surrounding woods for signs of trouble. Except for deepening drifts of snow, the world seemed hushed and sleeping. The sky was lightening some now but it was obviously still covered in heavy clouds. The drift against the garage had all but buried his useless truck. The snow between the outhouse and cabin had drifted in shoulder deep now. He would have to shovel it out, he was sure for a much needed toilet run after this stuffing. Chaz had a lot of shoveling to do today but if he could he was going to take a nap first.

There were no signs of the crazed Gunther lurking around but with the weather he didn’t expect any. Maybe the bastard was frozen solid in some drift somewhere. They could only be so lucky.

The radio still was giving twenty-four-hour coverage of the “storm of the century”. Snowfall was in excess of four feet with forty-mile-an-hour steady winds burying buildings and cars alike. Schools and businesses were closed with constant warnings to stay indoors. Wind chills were sub-zero. All highways in the county were closed as they were not only filled with deep drifts of snow but abandoned vehicles, now buried. The night had been spent rescuing stranded drivers trying to get home from work. Churches and schools were filled with stranded crowds hoping for a break in the storm. Both men knew they would be stuck in the cabin for days.

As they worked through enough food to feed a small family, the shoulders of Andy’s suit would pop a seam from time to time. Usually when he reached out to replenish an empty spot in his mound of food. Finally Chaz reached over and grabbed the left sleeve up where it was open across the top of his hulking shoulder. He gave it a tug ripping it free. Andy laughed as the sleeve draped down over his elbow and forearm. Chaz turned his attention back to his own breakfast without a word. Andy took it off with a grin and then reached up and ripped the remaining sleeve off, freeing his other over muscled arm. The huge man stretched his utensil filled arms out in front of him pulling his over blown lats into the huge open arm holes before returning to stuffing in food as if he was in a race with the smaller man. There was a thin stitched tight line a white stuffing outlining the armholes of the sleeveless suit now. The suit looked like some retro muscle gear now as it hugged the bull in most places while showing off his jacked muscles in other areas.

Chaz couldn’t eat another bite. He had to get away from the table before Andy made him pop. He stood up and scraped his untouched food onto Andy’s plate knowing the big man wouldn’t finish eating until all the food was gone. The man grunted, “Thanks” and then added, “Lightweight” as he grinned at his plate before scraping the last of the bowl of eggs onto his mounded platter.

Chaz took his plate to the sink and started adding pans and turned on the water. He was trying to hide his raging boner with a napkin in his free hand. His baggy workout pants were completely tented over the thing. He figured if he started washing up, at least he would have his back to Andy so maybe his dick would calm down.

Andy said, “Stop right there. I’m the chief bottle washer here at Muscle Freaks Outfitters. You’ve done enough for me. I’ll clean up when I’m finished eating.” Chaz glanced back at the man looking at him chomping on a mouth full of food with a spoon in one hand and a fork in the other. “I’m serious”, Andy said. “You don’t want to piss off the big guy.” The grin on the handsome man’s face took any sting from the threat.

Chaz said, “That’s okay.” He reached out for the oatmeal pan with his free hand.

Andy dropped his utensils and jumped up with surprising speed joining Chaz at the sink. He clamped a heavy arm over his broad shoulders and ran his callused hand over his muscled chest. “Look, you’ve fed me, cleaned me up, clothed me in the hottest fashions. You deserve a break, big guy.” Andy turned the hunter away from the sink and shut off the water.” Now just relax. Seriously I got this. I might not be up for running a marathon built like this but I can help around doing chores. Come back and sit down. Take it easy. I like company after…after things…you know.” Andy lifted a huge leg over his chair and went back to stuffing his face. “So how fat did you make Sammy?”

Chaz hesitated. His dick was damn near dripping. He was almost sure he had a wet spot on his fleece but was afraid if he looked down he would draw attention to it. He turned back and forth trying to come up with a new plan but just managed to look like a nervous kid about to get punished for breaking a rule.

Andy’s voice then came quietly. “Dude, it’s okay. I know you are about to bust a nut. It’s fine. Don’t worry about it. I mean fuck, look at me half the time. Who cares?”

Chaz sort of sputtered, “I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I have been horned like a kid halfway through puberty the past couple days… must be the extra test, I’m running.”

Andy snorted, “I think its cause you got a fetish for growing muscles and bingeing at the table. I mean you dang near admitted it last night telling me about how watching your buddy eat used to bone you up as a kid. I think finding me all swelled up like a tick rekindled some buried kink is all. Come on sit down. It’s no big deal in the scheme of things.”

Chaz was uncomfortable. His face was burning. Andy had pinned down his situation with brutal honesty as if it was as obvious as Chaz’s interest in bodybuilding. He still fidgeted at the sink.

“Come on sit down, big guy.” He pulled back his chair next to him. “I am the last person to judge anything kinky and if you think you’re somehow turning gay standing there at the sink, let me set you straight. I’m the only homo here at M.F.O’s. People just don’t wake up and turn gay, trust me. You would have had lots more hints before now…more than throwing wood porking out with a buddy ten years ago. So relax.”

“I know that,” Chaz sounded annoyed. He turned and sat back down despite the huge curved tent pole in his pants. “It’s just weird is all.”

“Yeah right.” Andy snorted as he shoved another fork full in. “That’s why you look like you’re about to piss down your leg every time the stiffy appears. All I am saying is …so you got a bit of a kink…enjoy it. Most guys like you just get off on a couple of big hooters and a wet puss…or so I hear. This makes you…unique…which is not the same as a fudge-packing gay boy. Seems to me you get twice the fun as most dudes.” The big man laughed. “Trust me, you can waste time wondering why or thinking the way you are is wrong or worrying about what it really means or any number of bullshit time wasters or you can just say. “Fuck it” and make the most of it. End of the sermon on the dick.” The long-haired man gave him a one-sided smile. The big man had an unexpected sense of humor when he let loose.

Chaz managed to grin as he drummed the table with one hand not knowing exactly what to say.

“Besides, it gives us something in common besides being two jacked, devilishly handsome muscle freaks.” He slid his arm out and gave Chaz a shove as he joked. Andy added, “You know you may be the world’s best survivalist for which I will be eternally grateful but you don’t know everything.” The handsome man added a soft, “So get over yourself”

Chaz looked at him with a snort and grin. He felt more relaxed even if his cock was still trying to rip open his pants. He took the big man’s good mood as a sign that rest and food was helping him.

Andy laughed at his plate of food.

“What?” Chaz said. “What so funny?” The hunter was floored by what happened next. Andy’s massive arm shot out over Chaz’s neck with lightning speed and pulled him against his nylon-coated chest under his muscle-bloated arm. Chaz tried to wrestle free but was helpless against the stronger man. His hands slid off the slick muscle-filled suit without gaining him any leverage.

Andy tightened his grip pushing Chaz’s head toward the table top. “So help me clean this plate, I hate to waste food.” Andy grabbed a serving spoon off the table and shoved several spoonfuls into Chaz’s mouth as he held his head inches from the plate. The strong hunter squirmed but couldn’t break free as the freak stuffed his mouth until his cheeks ached. “Now eat it like a good boy and I will give you more so you grow up big and strong like me.” Andy held the man under his arm as he went back to shoveling food into his own mouth chuckling. “Damn, that’s good. Don’t that make your gut feel like it’s about to pop.” He smiled and whispered, “I’m Sammy’s revenge.”

Chaz was red-faced and his mouth was so full he couldn’t chew. As Andy teased, his face was crushed up against his muscled chest. It all happened so fast. Then the muscle freak leaned back and pushed Chaz’s head toward his roid gut that had swelled up over the thick belt he wore. “Holy shit look at what all your cooking has done to me. Damn my gut’s all blown up!” Andy ran his free hand over the muscle gut and then flexed, pushing it out even further right in front of Chaz’s nose. It filled the suit as if it was swelling with air.

Chaz squirmed as they both started to laugh. The hunter swallowed and swallowed again as one hand dropped to his pants. “Oh fuck,” he grunted as he blew a load.

Andy’s grip loosened as he laughed, messaging the massive roid gut with one paw and Chaz’s chest with the other.

Chaz’s hand was on the man’s hard roid gut as he pushed himself away. It felt hard as hell like he had swallowed a medicine ball, which only made his cock retch more. Andy had let him go by now and was laughing hard. “Was that so terrible? You should lighten up.”

Chaz slid back away from his chair and stood gasping, spitting the last of the food into the sink. “You bastard.” He gasped but he was laughing too. It was crazy and embarrassing and hot all at the same time. Andy was eating again but was turned sideways sucking in and pushing out his belly as he grinned at Chaz and flashed his big eyes. “Just having some fun. Sometimes you seem so serious. Like you’re always working on the big plan or something.” The hunter couldn’t believe how relaxed the man now seemed. Maybe food and rest was healing him.

Chaz was holding his baggy pants out. There was a rapidly cooling wet spot soaking the front. He marched into the big room to his dresser, grabbing a towel from the floor as he stripped, wiping himself clean as he pulled out fresh clothes. He would have to do laundry today with all the towels from last night and now spewing right and left. Maybe Andy was right…he was planning all the time.

Just then there was a tremendous crash from the kitchen, followed by the sounds of chairs and dishes flying and a huge thud against the wall between the two rooms. Chaz yelled, “Andy?”

Andy’s panicked voice returned as he yelled, “What is that?” Then there was another loader crash and the sounds of breaking wood. It sounded like someone was breaking down the back door. Andy yelled, “Chaz! Someone’s tearing the house apart.”

Chaz dove for the living room snatching up his shotgun from beside the front door. He ran into the kitchen looking around. Andy was crotched into the corner, pulling at his hair. He must have dissolved into some full-fledged post-traumatic stress meltdown. The table was overturned. His eyes were wide and he was making loud whining noises as he stared at the door to the back porch. His fingers gouged at his face. He growled, “They’re coming for me, Chaz! Don’t let them take me. I can’t stand it if they do. I don’t want anybody to see me like this.” Chaz couldn’t believe this was the man who seconds before was joking and wrestling with him.

Chaz swung the gun toward the entry and backed stepped until he felt his leg press into the huge, frightened man. “Nobody’s taking you anywhere.” Andy’s arm snaked up around his muscled leg as the hunter stood looking at the back door with his gun ready for whatever was going to happen next. Time seemed to crawl by.

There was another loud sound. A slow scream of breaking wood that seemed to come from above as the two men’s eyes shifted to the ceiling. Chaz wondered what the fuck the crazy bastard was doing out there.

Then everything broke loose as if someone was driving a pickup into the house. The noise was deafening. Chaz was terrified as he imagined that the crazy cannibal was somehow breaking down the back doors. Above it all came the sound of breaking glass as splintered wood came crashing through the window of the back door hitting the stacked laundry equipment. The dryer shut off.

The two bodybuilders stood transfixed as the window of the back door was shattered by a piece of wood flying through it along with a floor-shaking crash. Andy pulled himself to his feet, climbing up the jacked hunter’s arm as they waited for the next shoe to fall.

Snow and cold air flooded into the room as the shattered glass continued to fall from the door. The men stood close. Time stood still. Chaz had expected the muscle-packed Gunther to appear through the damaged door to stake his claim to his muscle hog. There was nothing but the howl of the cold wind and tinkling of falling glass. Chaz took a step toward the window set in a wall of cupboards along the same wall as the back door.

“Where are you going?” Andy mumbled. He plucked at Chaz’s shirt.

Chaz looked back and made a quiet sign with his fingers to his lips. He crept toward the window regretting the shutter that blocked a quick view through it. Food and dishes under his feet crunched as he stepped keeping an eye on the door. Still there were no sounds from the back entry except what sounded like the creaking of some wood swaying in the wind.

Chaz looked out the raised louver over the window. He shoved his head closer scanning the yard and the area to the right by the back entry. “Holy fuck, dude!” He sighed. “I can’t believe it!”

“What is it?” the nervous man asked.

Chad looked back. “Half the window is buried in snow…like a mountain of snow.” He crossed to the door that separated the kitchen from the back entry/laundry room and looked out. The latch on the back door was broken. The board surrounding it was splintered. The window of the interior door was not only smashed but the door was opened a bit with deep snow all over the floor. The shutter had disappeared and all he could see was a wall of snow where the small porch used to be. The snow and ice chunks were knee deep across the floor all the way over to the laundry equipment. Every once in a while more snow fell off the wall sliding into the room.

“Holy fuck,” the stunned man gasped. All he could see was snow through the door opening and splintered wood of the shutter. Another cascade revealed a little view of a wall of wood. What was that? Chaz had trouble making sense of what he saw before him.

The broken board that pierced the window was lodged at head height across the room. The far broken spear tip end was stuck into a dent on the dryer door. The man was shocked. His mind went to the fact that he had been in the entry not long before shoving Andy’s rubber suit into the dryer and starting a load of towels in the washer…what if… The board might have taken his head off.

“I…I can’t believe this. I think the snow on the roof must have slid down and ripped the back steps off the house…maybe the whole porch!” The big man turned to Andy, “You want to go out and play in the snow?”

The nervous hulk was twitching. “I don’t think we should go out there.”

“Bud, I have to.” He looked back at the damage and at the overturned furniture. “I can’t just leave the back door open in the middle of a blizzard. You stay here while I check things out.” He grabbed a sweat shirt and his bibs from hook by the kitchen door before dragging his boots over next to an over turned chair. He righted the chair while pulling on the clothes before sitting down and shoving his feet onto the thick boots.

Andy’s head was darting around as he twitched with his head down. His hands were shaking. Chaz grabbed his arm and gave it a shake as he grabbed a hat and gloves. “Everything is fine Andy. Just storm damage. Try to relax.”

The trembling man looked at him with haunted eyes before righting a chair. “I’ll…I’ll clean up this mess.”

Chaz shoved his arms down the sleeves of his parka. He saw his phone on the counter and pocketed it. “I won’t be long. I’m just checking things out.” He picked up his shotgun and looked at the huge man stumbling around the mess of the upturned table like a lost man. His entire muscle-bound body was trembling. Chaz turned back to the cupboard and pulled his handgun from the lock box he stored it in. With his wide back to terrified muscle freak, he emptied the bullets into his hand and pocketed them. He turned and handed the gun to Andy. “Just in case…” the hunter managed a grin and added, “Just don’t shoot me, big guy.” Andy looked at the gun and back at the man. He gave his head a nervous nod and took the gun. Chaz wondered if the massive man could even fire the gun with his fat jacked-up fingers. The weapon looked tiny in his huge hand.

The floorboards bounced and creaked as the big man jogged to the front door. In seconds he had unlocked the front door and crossed the screen porch. The air was bitter cold and the wind whipped snow through the air stinging his face. The drifts completely surrounded the porch covering the steps. Chaz sunk down into the white crust when he jumped down into the yard. He pushed through snow that had piled halfway up his thighs as he walked around the corner of the cabin to get a good look at the back entry. Sometimes stepping up on a crust of hard-packed snow; sometimes breaking through again.

He couldn’t see the back steps. They were buried in a pile of snow that reached up to the eaves. He looked up at the clean wood shingles above. Just as he suspected, the snow from the roof had slid down probably taking the small porch with it. The drift reached a good ten feet into the yard as if the entire back half of the roof’s snow load had come down at once. There was a support for the clothesline broken off at the ground nearby. Chaz pulled out his phone and started snapping pictures. His list of the day’s chores just got a lot longer. He glanced back at the shuttered cabin with smoke being sucked from the chimneys by the strong wind. He didn’t have enough clothes on. The wind cut through everything he wore. The front roof was still covered with several feet of snow. He would have to get up there and knock it off somehow. The weight might crush the old building or destroy the screen porch if it came down.

The muscled man turned and trudged toward the garage as he made a mental checklist of tools he would need. There was some open ground near the garage. The wind had cleared the snow to the grass. The transported snow had drifted up to the eaves of the garage. Somewhere under the drift was his truck. The front side of the garage had blown clear. He went through the walk-in door and grabbed the extra snow shovel. He did a quick inventory. Gathering up tools he knew he would need to repair the back door and plywood to cover the broken window. He quickly organized his supplies next to the four-wheeler. He had a blade for the four-wheeler used to clear snow for trails and the drive. He wished he had already put it on the machine. The big man grabbed the shovel and headed back to the cabin. Andy would be panicked if he didn’t check in soon. Chaz shoveled a wide path to the front porch before going in.

Floorboards creaked as the bodybuilder made his way to the kitchen. Andy had put the room back in place and had filled the sink with soapy water and dishes. He was sweeping up the spilled food into a dust pan though there was surprisingly little left to clean up thanks to the muscle monster’s appetite. Crotched down fumbling with the broom and pan with hockey-mitt-sized hands made the man look like an over-muscled toad. As always the man’s crazy bulk shocked the hunter. The handgun was lying on the corner of the table within arm’s reach. The man didn’t even look up from his work.

Chaz revved up his spirits. “We are going to need coffee…lots of coffee. Damn, it’s cold out there!” He bit into his fat glove pulling it off and slid the coffee maker forward on the counter even before he pulled off his snow-covered clothes. Andy dumped the dust pan into the trash.

“Get a look at this.” Chaz pulled out his camera and flipped through the photos of the buried back corner of the cabin. “The snow avalanched off the roof and took off the back steps. I found the railing and top step halfway across the yard. It snapped off the clothesline support like a twig and part of the roof is sticking out the drift about ten feet away from the cabin.” Chaz pointed it out in a photo as the big man took the phone and studied the pictures. “Hell, the snow is piled up to the eaves back there. Who knows what we find underneath it. So much for lifting this morning! We will get a workout in other ways.” The hunter began making coffee, still in his bibs and fat parka.

“So nobody was out there?” Andy asked in that nervous tone of the hairy lost freak Chaz had found the morning before.

“Nope. Trust me there is nobody around here for miles ‘cept you and me.” He looked calmly as the man, “If that weight plate to the head didn’t do that bastard in, I am sure he is long gone by now. Did you ever think of that? He has probably been running scared since you got away. The bastard has to know his goose is cooked.” Chaz talked with this theory coming to him for the first time. Maybe the slashed tires were a desperate move to strand them while giving the pervert more time to flee. He could be a day’s drive away by now if he outpaced the snow. As he shared his new theory with the nervous man, Chaz may have been trying to reassure himself as much as Andy.

Andy said quietly, “He ain’t going anywhere. You don’t know what I know.”

Chaz slid an arm over the huge man’s shoulder and massaged the man’s mammoth pec. “That is true, but I know this: you are safe here at Muscle Freak’s Outfitters and there is nobody going to give us shit while this blizzard is blowing. Now let’s get lunch in the oven and then get to work.” He tossed his coat over the back of a chair and tried to lighten the mood. “You’re going to work up a real appetite today.” He patted the hulk’s muscled gut, “This thing’s going to be busting out of Uncle’s Smurf suit.”

The handsome freak’s features broke into a hint of a grin. “Yeah, and we both know how much you’d enjoy that.

By the time the light began to fail late in the day, the two men had cleared away the wall of snow, put plywood over the broken window; completed make-shift repairs to the door trim so the door could be shut securely, cleaned out the snow and glass from the entry, cleared paths all through the campsite and knocked the snow load off the front of the cabin. While slow-moving and handicapped with any detailed work in small spaces, Andy proved to be a beast when it came to hard work.

They uncovered the back entry and found the roof over the square porch had been flattened down over the back entry as if it was on a hinge. The wall brackets that supported it had been splintered. Always overthinking plans, Chaz was going through the pros and cons of whether it needed to be completely removed or if they could somehow jack it back up in place and prop it until proper repairs could be made. The bull of a man waddled up and pressed the front edge of the porch roof over his head leaving Chad to scramble to find something to support it. Andy stood holding the roof back in place like a modern day Samson. The unprepared man shoved the broken clothesline pole under roof to support it while astounded at Andy’s strength.

When it came to moving snow, Andy was a human bulldozer. He always breathed hard but the man huffed and puffed through the work as if he was an engine. Slow moving but steadily working, he showed up the more easily winded hunter. Chaz’s mantra of “holy fuck dude” was repeated often; sometimes in barked hollers of admiration and at other times in whispered mumbles of awe. The pair never even bothered with putting the blade on the four-wheeler with the big man tossing snow to the winds like a snow blower.

Andy often said, “Let me get that,” as he stepped up pushing Chaz aside to do the heavy work. The beefy hunter worried at times the over-muscled freak might work himself into a heart attack or at the very least overdo things. The bull of a man brushed aside such concerns by reminding Chaz that he owed him big time and that he was fine.

The cold was brutal. The wind buffeted them the whole day trying to undo their efforts. Chaz had raided the cabin for cold weather gear. The beefy hunter wore a down suit he had bought back from one of his Alaskan adventures. A hunt guide had practically given it to the beefy bodybuilder when he saw the size of the big man, explaining it was bought at a discount sale later realizing the suit was way too big for the guide to comfortably use. Luckily it fit Chaz well and kept him comfortable through Arctic nights on the two-week-long trip and packed away to use on his long-planned Alaskan winter survival trip. Andy joked and said it made him look like a red Stay-puffed Marshmallow Man. The huge man would pat the bloated suit or shove the huge hood up over his head whenever Chaz got within arm’s reach. The good-natured hunter reminded him that it made him a warm Stay-puffed man. He liked to give as good as he got and added, “I wouldn’t be calling anybody Stay-puffed there, ya muscleblimp.”

The huge man’s joking and roughhousing might have quickly grown old coming from any of Chaz’s other buddies but the hunter was relieved anytime the traumatized man wasn’t caught in the throes of an anxiety attack. To that end he tolerated the juvenile horseplay far longer than he would with anyone else. There was also another element at play here that Chaz might have had trouble admitting to himself. The roughhousing and being manhandled by the wildly muscled freak made him feel like a horny kid again. One other advantage the bulky suit gave him beyond warmth was its soft loft hid the throbbing erections that still plagued him.

Always looking out for the guy, Chaz did his best to prepare the freak for the cold. Chaz had stretched the material back over his overblown thighs and closed the zippers. Andy pulled on a jumbo-sized hoodie from the oversized stash and the survival coat. His host added a stretchy neck sleeve thing that made his bull neck look even bigger under its accordion-like folds. With his hair tucked into collar and cap, it even made his handsome head look even smaller like some voodoo-cursed shrunken head set atop a massive muscle-swollen body. Despite the blizzard conditions, the big man worked up a sweat and seemed unfazed by the cold. Ignoring Chaz’s frostbite warnings and over-protectiveness, the man worked with the coat hanging open and would shrug the hood of the coat off whenever Chaz replaced it as he muscled his way through the day.

By evening the easier spirits of the morning had returned thanks in part to a few celebratory beers. The two stuffed themselves once again at the overburdened supper table. Chaz felt as if he would never be hungry again but did his best to keep up with the always-hungry hulk. Not that he came anywhere near eating as much but Andy would keep Chaz’s plate full until the man finally gave up in submission.

Chaz chatted away in amazement at all they had accomplished together despite the weather. “It would have taken me most of the week to do all that on my own. We will put the blade on the four-wheeler in the morning to keep your paths open with. I hadn’t thought about the blade but if the winds settle by morning I could head for town on it and just push through the big drifts.” His mind shifted from future plans back to his day’s afterglow. “Anyway, I’d have probably had to demolish the porch roof and rebuild it without your muscle.” He slapped an over blown shoulder, “I think I found my partner for Big Freak’s Outfitters. We wouldn’t need any other crew with the way you work.”

“Muscle Freak’s Outfitters,” he corrected. “Where do I sign the contract?” the ballooned cheeked man chomped.

“Freakin’ Muscleblimp Outfitters is more like it.” Chaz leaned back rubbing his packed belly. It damn near hurt. “I’m done. If I keep eating like this I’m going to explode or turn into a major lard ass. Help yourself.” He shoved his still nearly full plate toward Andy.

“Thanks,” the hungry man scraped Chaz’s plate on to the top of his mound. Chaz had never seen anybody so willing to eat off someone else’s pickings. He learned early, that even if he didn’t offer the half eaten servings to the man, Andy would help himself to them before he pushed away from the table with it stripped of anything resembling food. Nothing went to waste with this guy around. The other thing that floored Chaz was the way the man with the model’s face and the table manners of a farm animal would mix his food all together as he ate, scooping up whatever would stick to the spoon in his efforts to keep his mouth full. When his host joshed him about the fact, the man shrugged his massive shoulders and said, “It all gets mixed together eventually anyway.”

Andy mumbled dropping a few bites from his overstuffed mouth to the table as he asked, “So is this place you want to turn into your hunting lodge isolated…the one in…where was it Montana?”

“Yeah, the biggest town with a decent airport is about an hour away. There are a couple dying farm villages closer but yeah, it is the definition of the middle of nowhere.”

The muscle freak said, “Nice let’s head out there the minute this storm passes.”

“Bud, there will always be a place for you there, once things settle.” With the man’s fragile mental state, Chaz didn’t like to encourage it when the big guy made comments that hinted at running away or just staying at his Grandpa’s cabin forever. Andy would have to face the real world again and soon.

Still Chaz loved to talk about his dream and welcomed any opportunity. He snatched a file folder off the counter and pulled out a flyer from a real estate agent. The trifold flyer was covered with beautiful photos of the timbered land with the salmon-filled river running through it. He opened it for the big man. “This is my first choice. It is P-E-R-F-E-C-T. I’ve seen this twice; once on a hunting trip with Grandpa and once last month when I went out to meet with the real estate agent. It is the ideal location: good roads, a deep well but still mostly undeveloped so I could build it up just the way I want. Over a hundred acres of rolling woodland plus there is a couple hundred acres more next to it that I could rent…” The obsessed hunter could go on for hours on the pros and cons of his plans. He sketched out the layout of the buildings he wanted add to the lot plan as Andy packed his muscle gut full.

The big man listened for some time. “Sounds like a perfect plan for you, so why haven’t you made an offer on the place before somebody beats you to it?”

“Still working on the financing. I’m going to lay this all out before my Grandpa when we head west hunting soon. For him this would be just another investment but I think I can give him a good return on his money.” The man was gathering up his papers and shoving them into the file folder. “That is unless you could spare a pile of cash for me …or maybe two plus that strong back?”

The man broke into a grin as he stood stacking up empty plates. “I’m not sure I like the sound of that…being your mule slave partner and funding the project too. What’s in it for me? Besides my trust fund is running low at the moment.” He set the dishes into the deep sink and turned on the water. The man grabbed the edge of the counter and turned slowly. His hulking back popped loudly as he groaned. “Damn my muscles are tight after that workout today.” He turned and grabbed the rest of the dishes from the table in what was becoming a well-practiced pattern.

Chaz wiped the table top clean and started filling it from the limited counter space and cupboards with elements of a future meal. He was going to cook the turkey he had brought in the night before and mix up some deer meat chili for the crockpot. Andy ate as much as a family and it took some planning to have things ready to fill him up at the next mealtime. Now after every meal as Andy cleaned up, Chaz would prepare and start the next round. Andy often grilled him for cooking tips on how to prepare the wild game as it was all new to him. While plans for his outfitting future was Chad’s favorite topic, food seemed to be Andy’s.

Chaz said as he worked, “I promised you a massage before. You’re getting one later after all the work you did today. I’ll give you some pointers on stretching too. I think we can improve your mobility some.”

“Good luck with that,” Andy said with a chuckle as if it was impossible.

As he worked Chaz stole glances at the hulk washing up with his back to him. Andy’s back was crazy. He looked stooped-shouldered unless he made the effort to square his frame. His massive back tended to push his arms and shoulders forward as if to make room for all that insane mass. The man’s back was a giant wedge of muscle that was over a foot thick where most people had shoulder blades. The narrow-backed sleeveless snow suit he was packed into only highlighted the freakiness of it. The boned hunter could hardly keep his eyes off Andy. The channels rose and dipped over the swollen mounds on their way to his comparatively narrow waist emphasized his freakiness. The stitched channels of the suit were pulled wider apart up over his upper back magnifying the width of his animal-like mass. His traps formed a fat donut easily visible under the thin quilted suit at the base of his fat neck. The roll looked so big like he stole it off the riding mower out in the garage.

Andy had shoved his hair up under a knit cap as he worked and left it on once inside. The effect gave his fan a good look at his upper back development and massive neck as he talked and scrubbed dishes and pans. The man’s arms erupted from the side of the suit in all their overdeveloped glory. The pale muscles were wet from the work. The twitching muscles glistened as the man reached out to sit the cleaned pans on the stove or to grab something else for the sink. The suit was tight everywhere except for some pleats above his waist that the loosely worn lifting belt held in check. His tiny waist left him with an almost sway-backed appearance.

Chaz imagined that a couple hundred pounds alone might have been packed into all those back muscles as crazy as it seemed. The tight suit played with the light as his inflated muscles shimmed and moved with the slightest provocation. All that mass pointed downward in a wicked V as if to direct the eye to his massive glute development. The ass of the suit was just as stuffed as his upper body. His hams made a definite imprint in the material as if they were straining to support that bubbled ass above. Once inside the man had opened the side zippers to just above the knee freeing his thighs and giving the over-taxed legs of the suit a break. The suit hugged and was molded to the back of his jacked legs. The zipper was sucked into his flesh slightly, emphasizing the swollen dough-like look of the bare muscle ballooning out the opening. Bare flesh was exposed nearly halfway across the back of his legs, showing a good bit of the ridge of muscle that ran down the center of his hamstring. The little ripples that looked like tiny vertebrae running down the muscle blistered the suit.

When Andy turned, Chaz caught glimpses of his muscle-packed thighs where they swelled out of the open zippers. The muscle-hungry man loved Andy’s legs. Chaz always worked hard to add more mass to his own thighs but no matter how much he gained was never happy with the result. On some level, he envied the freak’s crazy legs and the way they blistered the legs of his clothes. He wondered what it must feel like to have such dense thighs. The muscles twisted and overlapped but made up a solid package of meat when touched. The way the blown-up mass slid slowly over the top of one another when the freak waddled around, now accompanied by loud swishing sounds of the strained fabric of his suit, made the hunter’s cock drip. The channels of the suit sucked in around the man’s knees before ballooning out again over his calves in a way that was almost just as hot to Chaz. Andy’s calves damn near rested on the man’s heals, torturing any boots and socks he tried to cover them with.

Though Chaz tried to control himself, he loved to watch the muscle blimp move around in these hidden moments. It was as if Andy did more than stuff his belly close to popping at every meal. It was as if he was working hard at the table stuffing his entire body full as he ate his massive meals. Cramming more and more food in until his over-muscled body swelled up until he could stretch no more. Then the man forced himself to his feet where he waddled through Chaz’s world, damn near too big for clothes and so stiff-limbed it looked as if he had been inflated with an air compressor. The talented cook finished the soup prep and turned his attention to the turkey. There was no denying that his muscle fetish and feeder kinks had been kicked into overdrive after a day with the insanely muscled man. Chaz wondered if he would ever get comfortable with the muscle-inflated images that the man inspired even if his dick seemed addicted to them.

Chaz caught glimpses of his roid gut whenever he turned or took a stack of dishes across the room to put them away in the cupboard. To Chaz, the man’s recently stuffed rubber-muscled gut ball was the best thing of all, even though it seemed to magically deflate again within an hour of eating. The thing was crazy! Andy had some major revved-up metabolism that rapidly melted away food into muscle. After each meal with the nervous man who feared shorting Chaz his fair share as he struggled to quell his own enormous hunger, the hunter felt as stuffed as the muscle blimp looked. Yet Andy’s swollen gut ball didn’t seem to slow him down or affect the man at all. Andy would pull the zipper down toward his bulging navel as he ate as if to make room for more expansion. Now as he cleaned up, the inside of his massive pecs and a pie-shaped wedge of muscled tortoise shell were visible through the open zipper. At times like these Chaz found himself asking the man questions just so that Andy would turn and face him as he often did as he answered. It gave him savored looks at his impressive muscle balloon before it deflated into an equally impressive but flat eight pack.

Chaz finished the beer he had been nursing and replaced it. The man already had a good buzz going. His morning intention had been to not drink a drop till he got Andy to safety. The day working outside convinced him even more that Gunther was long gone. There wasn’t even the slightest sign of anyone else being around. He thought he might find more signs of damage or theft once they got out and about but there was nothing. They had cleared a path clear out to the supply shed and all around it. He had not seen one unexplained footstep anywhere. Where was the logic of the pervert hanging around the scene of his crimes? Andy felt safe in his rationalizations, even though when he shared them with Andy hoping to reassure him, the big man grew quiet and never seemed ready to take his word for things relating to the crazy cannibal. Once as they talked about it while shoveling snow that afternoon, the big man had shrugged his broad shoulders and said, “Look at what he did to me… Gunter’s crazy as fuck. Logic has no hold on his mind. He thinks he is untouchable.”

Beer seemed to mellow Andy out and soften that worried look that was in his eyes even in his most light-hearted moments. A celebratory post-work beer had led to several more for Chaz. Andy was completely at home in the cabin now. In his efforts to look after his savior to repay his debt for his rescue, the big man would grab a fresh beer for the man anytime he sensed Chaz had almost finished his last one. Andy matched him beer for beer but beside a slight relaxation the huge man showed little effects. Chaz was catching himself laughing too hard and talking too fast now. All signs that he was nearing the line. Still the beer eased his worry about his overactive dick. That was a good thing for Chaz because it seemed his dick thought Andy was some kind of walking wet dream brought to life. If anything, the weird kinky sensations were getting worse rather than better. The two men had set the timer on the stove after lunch and took a quick nap in the recliners. Chaz had dreamed the entire time that his muscleblimp roommate was pinning him down and stuffing food down his throat much as he had that morning. In his dream the bodybuilder’s body and gut were swelling up bigger and bigger with every spoonful. As happy as the dream had made his dick, the tired man got no rest from the nap.

Chaz was sore and tired from the day’s work. He had trouble concentrating on the wild turkey he was stuffing as his silently worshipped the freak across the room. The quiet observation left his cock so swelled that the man felt lightheaded. While beer helped Chad shake his discomfort at his rediscovered kinkiness, Andy had no such troubles. He went through the day reaching down squeezing or shoving his almost constant erection into a more comfortable position. The man had no inhibitions about groping himself as if the moves were invisible to others.

Maybe it was because he was so wildly endowed that he had no choice but to constantly re-adjust things. If the man wasn’t busy at some task his hands were invariably resting on his huge package like it was a magic hand warmer. If not using his package for a handrest, Andy had a hand stuffed into his pants kneading it or repositioning it. Sometimes he would just reach down and shove the heel of his hand over the stiff club making it bounce back into place. The move always made Chaz think of the way a spring doorstop would bend down and then spring back straight out with a loud metallic recoil sound. As the big man worked shoveling snow it was scoop, scoop, thwang, scoop, scoop, thwang…

Andy seemed unaware of his actions but a couple times his eyes seemed to come awake as Chaz watched him finger himself. He would immediately stop. In a couple moments like these, Chaz noticed a faint shadow of a smile cross the freak’s lips as he went back to work. Those grins made the hunter feel as if the muscleblimp could read his mind.

Both men finished up their kitchen chores pretty much at the same time. Andy opened another beer as Chaz shoved the turkey into the oven. “You ready for that deep tissue massage?”

The huge man had just settled his bulk into a protesting chair and was taking a swig at the longneck. “Hell yes but I was wondering if I could take a bath first…you know sort of get relaxed and the stink washed off before you have to feel me up.”

“Sure, no problem and probably a good idea. I sure don’t want that stink all over me.” Chaz joked.

The big man was kneading his huge package as he looked at the tub. In his usual honest lack of boundaries way, Andy added, “I still haven’t blown a load yet. I thought soaking and a jerking might do the trick this time. My nuts feel like they are in a vise.”

Chaz noticed he had pulled up his pile of muscle magazines. “Sure you take care of business and I’ll get ready. I’ve got to find my kit bag. It might be upstairs in a closet.” The hunter acted nervous as he started to make a hasty exit.

Andy had got up and slid the screen aside and turned on the water. “Don’t take off so fast. I need help getting out of this Smurf suit. I thought I might throw it in the washer.” The man had unhooked the weight belt and hung it over the chair. Chaz was disappointed to see his stuffed roid gut had already started deflating. Andy bent over and fumbled with the zipper on his leg. He was trying to push it down to his ankle but the clasp was hung up in the folds around his small knees.

Chaz replied with the request, “Sure.” He stepped up taking over and shoved the clasps down to the man’s ankles freeing his legs before standing behind him and pulling the tight suit off his shoulders.

With some shaking and shoulder shifting, the huge man shed the suit and stepped away from it. The freak was all but naked. If it bothered him, the man showed no signs. Andy leaned on the counter to pull off his socks. All the while the huge man’s erect cock curved back toward his belly and waved in the air whenever Andy moved. His huge nuts hung well below and did their own dance against his thighs as he moved. His host fumbled the suit in his hands noticing a crusty stain on the lining where the freak’s dick had dripped all day. As bad as Chaz would have liked to stay and watch the show on some level, he tossed the suit over a chair and bolted.

The minute he was alone. Chaz began to knead his own randy dick. He didn’t for long. There were things to do. He grabbed up a couple sleeping bags and laid them out on the table turning it into a makeshift massage table. As he smoothed out a sheet over the padding, he heard the freak in the next room grunting as he jerked off. Chaz turned on the radio to drown it out. The weather report was still droning on about the wild weather. At least now they were forecasting a sharp decrease in the winds by noon the next day. Chaz jogged up the six stairs near the front door that led to the door separating the lower section of open staircase from the enclosed top section that led on to the dorm room above. The steep stairs made a right turn just inside the door and came up in the center of the attic room above. Even for Chaz the narrow turning stairs were unnatural but the ability to close them off kept the heat on the first floor made them a necessity. He checked a couple closets before coming up with the massage kit that he kept at the cabin. Once he passed the course to supplement his future plans, his family took advantage of his talent whenever they were up for a weekend. As he pulled down the gym bag, he heard the big man below moan.

As Chaz reached the warmth of the big room, he wondered if the moan was a sign of a cum explosion, but from the sounds still coming from the kitchen competing with the radio he knew better. The hunter emptied the contents of the bag onto a towel at the end of the heavy table. He tried to ignore what was going on next door as he got ready. There wasn’t much more to do. Chaz’s dick wasn’t ignoring the action next door. He moved some furniture back from the table to make room for Andy to lay down on it.

While Chaz moved chairs and benches back he bumped the neoprene suit he had found Andy in and knocked it off the door it had been hung up on. The washing had done a remarkable job of the thick suit. There were a few stains but the bad odors were completely gone. He picked up the stiff blistered suit. The enormous thing was too wide in the shoulders to stay on a hanger so Chaz had duct taped an old wooden yardstick to the hanger to modify it to hold the crazy thing. Now he had even knocked it off that. Chaz was still awed by the size of the thing. He held it up looking at the empty mounds where Andy’s ever-growing muscles had stretched and deformed it. Just then he heard a series of grunts growing louder from the kitchen. It was hard to not picture the muscleblimp in the narrow tub while he worked his giant cock looking like he blew up overfilling the tub.

Chaz held the suit up to his own jacked body checking out the differences in the mirror. He couldn’t imagine filling the suit. Chaz’s dick was oozing. He finally couldn’t take it anymore. He reached down and freed his dick from his jeans and began jerking it. He dropped the suit on the table as he worked it in time with the grunts from the next room. Chaz wondered if his muscled obsessed nuts would just pop like balloons if he somehow swelled up big enough to fill Andy’s blistered suit.

The horny bodybuilder looked over at the kitchen door as he stroked his boner. He paused and listened. He could still hear Andy working his clogged-up dick. There was a sporadic splash along with the rhythmic pants and grunts signally the man was still struggling for relief. Chaz had no such problems. He looked back down at the suit and back at the door. Chaz then picked up the supersized suit and stepped into it. He threw it up over his shoulders and stuffed his arms down the blistered sleeves. As big as the 240-pound seriously muscled man was, he was lost in the folds of the muscle-dimpled suit. Chaz opened the cock zipper and grabbed his dick. He started working it as he slid around in the stiff hollow suit while imagining suddenly growing big enough to fill it as tightly as Andy did. It was about as hot a session as he could imagine. His heart was pounded so loud his head thumped. His dick began to spit.

“You’re going to have to eat a lot more if you plan on filling that out.” Andy’s matter of fact voice came from behind him in time to the swing of the closing kitchen door.

Chaz jumped and staggered back a few steps. Still clutching his fat dick in one hand as he spewed in the other. The hyper-muscled man was grinning at him as he made efforts to dry his hair. His club-like dick was still rock-hard and almost purple. It pointed at the fireplace across the room. “Whoa!” The huge man said when he realized what he’d walked in on, “Well, I’m glad one of us shooting loads…”

Chaz slammed his hand down on the table in an uncharacteristic burst of anger. “Why are you always sneaking around?” He turned his back but still glared at the huge man over his shoulder as he grabbed a towel from a stack he had laid out for the massage. His anger passed in an instant and was over taken by embarrassment. He was shocked he had yelled at the troubled man.

The two men looked at one another with the same look of surprise. A grin appeared on Andy’s face, “Yeah, that’s my problem, sneaking up on people just like your typical three-legged elephant does. A terrible habit of mine.”

Chaz was shimming out of the oversized suit but the huge man caught hold of it and slid it back up over his shoulders chuckling. “Nah, keep it on. On you it looks good.” He grabbed a weight belt from where it had been tossed over the arm of the bench press stand and flipped it around the man’s waist and cinched it in. “Let me give you a hand. I can always count on your help when I need it getting dressed.” Andy pulled the zipper on the nearly empty suit up the back to Chaz’s neck before spinning him around so he could get a look at his reflection in the mirror. Andy laid a heavy arm over his shoulder, “We can use this as a motivator for you. I’ll let you wear it every day to keep your mind on our goals. See how long it takes to fill it up. I’ll train ya and make sure you are getting enough to eat of course. Hell, I can have you pumped up this size before you know it.” As he laid out his plan the man tugged at the empty bulges on the suit as if considering the big task ahead.

Chaz was blushing and twitching as the big man joked. He was trying to take the suit off and push away from the hulk’s fingers. “Real funny, I never would have guessed you were such a funny guy.”

“Hey, I’m just trying to get you to relax and lighten up, bro. You are a hell of a great guy but strung a bit too tight is all. It’s all good.” He chuckled and ran his huge hand through Chaz’s hair with his head trapped under his arm as if he were his runty little brother. “If you needed some privacy to pretend you were one of the big dogs all you had to do was say so. I’ve tried to tell you before not to be so shy about your kinky dick. I’m not going judge you over it. I mean fuck! I went chasing after the muscle master of my dreams fantasy and almost ended up as the blue plate special…I sure as fuck am not going to give you shit for having a tame little closet feeder/fat muscle fetish. So relax. Life’s too short, Chaz.” The handsome man gave his tiny head a shake. “I’d suggest you just need more beer to drown that bug up your ass but I doubt you have enough beer in your stash and with this fucked up weather we won’t be making any beer runs soon.”

Chaz couldn’t push the man off so finally just tossed up his arms in defeat as he looked down chuckling. “Hell next time Little Chaz gets plaguing you, let me know. Maybe I can help him out.” Andy let the man go with a back pat and stepped back. He started flexing for Andy. As impressive as his outrageous build was; that was nothing to when the man put an effort into showing off his massive muscles. This was the first time the muscle freak had intentionally showed off. The joking man made slight ‘puff’ sounds as he flexed his bis, Chaz assumed meaning they were blowing up. His extreme muscles did seem to blow up as he forced blood into them. He gave him a crab shot and bounced his pecs. It looked as if his upper body might just suck his head down into his chest with a loud slurp as he strained. Andy then shoved a leg forward shaking his enormous thigh and the “pufft.” He flexed it, locking the ridiculous muscles in place. The thigh was damn near as big as Chaz’s chest. “Ahh wait this is more your thing.” Andy leaned back and flexed his thick abs sucking them in and then slowly shoved his belly out like it was blowing up. By the time he was done, his abs were straining to contain a blown up ball as if he had just shoved down another meal. “You like that Chazter?” The happy man grunted.

Chaz just laughed and shook his head as the naked freak mugged for him. The hunter’s dick loved the muscle show. It swelled up again but was so stressed from over use the effort was a bit painful. The red-faced man shook his head in amusement and said, “Come on.” In a feeble attempt to make him stop teasing. He laughed.

As soon as it started the muscle show was over. “I know how I can help you. Stand up.” Andy pulled Chaz up off the bench he had sunk down onto. He released the clasp on the belt as he leaned over Chaz’s shoulder reaching for something. It was Chaz’s red polar suit. The huge man started stuffing the puffy gear down the backside of his rubber suit Chaz was stuck in. “This will let you see how it feels to be all hyperjacked like you are always asking me about.”

Chaz twisted and laughed as he tried to pull away. “Come on stop goofing on me.” There was no way the strong man could overpower Andy. They both laughed and breathed hard as they wrestled, though for the record it was mostly Chaz trying to pull away while the huge man stuffed the suit full of coats and anything he could get his hands on that might fill up the blisters from where his muscles once tortured the neoprene. He pulled Chaz toward the bed and in disappeared several pillows. There was no way Andy could outmaneuver the strong man. Andy tossed him around like a 90-pound runt and had him trapped between his legs as he packed his arms full. Chaz could only imagine what it would be like to fight the guy off if he was pissed.

By the time the bull had replaced the wide belt around his waist, they were out of breath. Chaz was standing stiff limbed and nearly as bloated as his house guest. Both men were trying to catch their breath as they waddled back and forth and chuckled. Andy spun the instant freak around to face the mirror over the weights and slapped his pillow-stuffed chest. He patted the now stuffed blisters on the suit as he grinned. He had packed the suit so full that Chaz could hardly bend his arms or legs. Sweat beaded up on his forehead. While the suit now fit the hunter tightly it still didn’t have the look of the outrageously muscled man beside him. Chaz had the look of a stuffed animal version of Andy.

“Come on show me what you got big guy,” Andy said as he encouraged to give him a flex show with a slap on his bloated ass. When Chaz just took a waddling step back laughing but shaking his hands in front of him as if to refuse. Andy said, “Come on show me those bis,” as he flexed his own amazing arms as if to show him how. The huge man would reach out and give his padded mass a poke as if to say, “Come on, like me.” Finally, Chaz hit a double bi shot as they watched their reflections in the mirror.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Andy said as he turned and brought his right leg up on his toes and turned toward the mirror flexing his upper body and arms. Chaz followed laughing. Andy panted and puffed as he poised. His muscles swelled and expanded with his efforts while Chaz’s huge over stuffed mass pressed up around his head. His real flexing muscles were lost under a deep layer of stuffing. He felt like he was wearing a rubber-coated fat suit and every move made him warmer. He grabbed a towel and swatted at his head with arms now too stiff and bloated to let him reach. The real muscle man turned his backside to his imitation and flexed. “Show me your back.”

Chaz turned and made an effort but gave up suddenly. “I got to get out of this. I…I…” Just then the over stimulated man turned and put his hand on the table top and twisted his head as a tortured grunt came from deep in his throat. His mega padded body went stiff as his always happy dick began to spew. The attempt was feeble but still took them man’s breathe away and made his face beat red. “Oh fuck,” Chaz grunted as dick tried to ring some spew from his dry nuts.

Andy chuckled and slapped his stuffed shoulders. “Damn Chaz. I wish you could share your cum blowing secret with me.” He gripped his somewhat relaxed but still hard boner. “You shooting four… five loads a day and all I can do is sit on the edge and drip a little.” He massaged the man’s pillow-stuffed shoulders.

Chaz was panting and trying to calm his breathing. “I don’t know what’s come over me. This is nuts. I’d happily let you have whatever has me fired up so I can get a break. I feel like my nuts just got sucked inside out.”

“Maybe all that stuff Gunter has me on is giving off some pheromones you are vulnerable to.” Andy joked. He pushed the stuffed man’s nose into his chest.

Chaz stepped away reaching back for the zipper, “I got to get out of this thing I’m burning up.”

The loaded freak grabbed his shoulders and aimed him toward the kitchen. “Nah we just need another round to cool you down and celebrate your joining the big man’s club. Besides you’ve barely had a chance to see what it’s like to hulk out. Be a good host and rundown some beers.” He laughed as he slapped Chaz’s padded ass and gave him a push toward the kitchen.

Chaz laughed as he waddled toward the kitchen. His shoulders dragged against the narrow door frame. Andy was wound the fuck up! He wondered if the big man ever did blow a load if it would calm him down a bit. The muscle-loving man had to admit even with a fake muscle bloat, being so blown up made everything more work as he crossed the kitchen for a couple beers. He seemed to sway wildly with each step bumping into chairs and counters.

Andy grabbed the offered beer when he returned and gave the bottles a clink as his mood seemed to have careened to the happy extreme of things. Chaz struggled to get the beer to his lips for a bit before he set it down. With a glance at the mirror and a grin. “Damn look what you did to me. I can hardly move, you crazy bastard.”

Andy’s handsome features smiled. “I’m crazy says the guy who bones over supersizing his buddy.” He laughed.

Andy jerked at the front forcing zipper down his upper back and with a shake of his shoulders emerged from the overstuffed getup, shedding it like a fat layer of skin and stepped away. He picked up the still padded suit and sat it in a chair like a headless muscle freak. He raised his beer to the suit in salute as if it was the third member of the party before taking a cooling drink. “One side effect of being your size is that it would seriously impact my favorite pastime.”

“Jerking?” Andy quipped.

“Beer!” Chaz corrected as he held the beer up before draining it.

“Time for my massage?” the laughing exhibitionist asked.

“Sure, hop on up here.” He slapped the tabletop. Soon Chaz was going over the freak’s oiled muscles inch by inch with his strong hands and elbows as Andy lay face down moaning. “Too hard?” Chaz asked as his back popped and the man grunted.

“Never…best thing …ever.” The man grunted. “Forget outfitting, this is your calling, right here.”

The two talked quietly as Chaz worked. The man explored Andy’s thick muscles at his leisure. This time he didn’t care that his happy dick was sticking out like a poker. “So when you really started growing …after he brought you to the farm…how long did it take to see results…like six weeks?”

“Maybe twenty minutes,” Andy grunted.

“Twenty minutes! How…no way.” Chaz couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He tapped the freak’s arm and said, “Roll over.”

Andy did as he was told as Chaz stepped back to give him room. The old massive table creaked as the big man slowly rose up and over on his backside with all the speed of a ship turning at sea. “Well, the first step was what Gunter called ‘cream filling’. It was this concoction of god knows what that got everything rolling. He said the first phase was transformative and would start the permanent changes.” The man grunted and talked quietly while Chaz went back to work on his front side. His dick was standing straight in the air. Andy talked slowly as if he was almost drowsy now. “He said it worked on the…cellular level…no genetic…genetic level. Does that make sense? Genetic? He did say after being creamed you could never go back. He said it was the first step in turning men into muscle hogs.”

“It only took twenty minutes?” Chaz had his right arm resting on his shoulder as he worked his knuckles deeply into his flesh.

“Well, the entire phase was a few days but the effect started in twenty minutes or so. See I woke up strapped down. There was a collar on my neck attached to the cage and my arms were chained spread eagle like and my ankles. I was in the cave and I thought he was going to hack me up with a chainsaw or something. At first I didn’t know what was going on for a bit. Gunter was there in the cage with me and he would slap me every once in a while to wake me up. I remember him shoving something under my noise that made me gasp for air. That woke me up fast. Anyway when I woke up I had this fat hose down my throat. It was heavy …thick, I mean …and it was all the way down in my gut I guess. I couldn’t spit it out or bite through it. He starts telling me how he was going to fatten me up and turn me into a real hog…you know what I mean like he always did. He had been calling me his roid hog since we started fooling around and he started training me.”

“There was this chrome vat above me on this stand. It was refrigerated because I remember how cold the cream was at first and it hummed. He’d set up this mirror so I could see myself all strung out like that and he had a camera set up filming me. The crazy fucker was going on like he did all the time after I figured out what a nut case he was. I was just panicked trying to beg with him to let me go, over that hose.”

“But he was going on about how he was going stuff me full right then and there and fatten me up. I was freezing cause I was naked and he acted like he had something to warm me up. He pulled out this hat and shoved it over my head. The spandex hood thing. It had these pig ears on the top and was pink. Then he pulled out this huge metal ass plug and greased it up. He shoved it to me and there was this curly pig tail on the outside. He shoved that up inside me before he started the forced feeding.” Andy was just talking to the ceiling now in a matter of fact tone. He didn’t show any signs of his usually stress as he explained about this part of the transformation.

Chaz was so lost in the story that he found himself just running his greasy hands over his overblown muscles as he listened. When he did realize he wasn’t paying attention to his work he would go at it with force again but soon found himself distracted. He couldn’t imagine what Gunter could have done that would have had an instant effect on the man. Andy was so calm talking about what had happened that it made him wonder if he was just making the story up because he knew it would trigger Chaz’s kink. His recent bouts of roughhousing made it seem likely but Andy had lost all his hyper giddiness that accompanied the bouts.

Andy gave his dick one of his absented strokes as someone else might have squeezed an arm or popped his pecs without thinking. He had looked over and locked his eyes on his masseuse for a moment before turning his attention back to the ceiling. “Chaz, the man was completely nuts like some Dr. Frankenstein roid head. So I’m strung up there with this stupid hat and tail. He’s making me squeal for him like a pig. I’m doing it hoping it is all some gag and if I play along, maybe he will let me go, you know. I was panicked. Gunther is making me squeal and telling me how great I am going to look all fattened up like a pig. Just going on and on while his hand is on this lever, see…to that vat above. I’m squealing and begging him not to do it. I thought maybe he was going to drown me like that or fill me up so much my gut popped. I didn’t know what was coming except that Gunter was batshit crazy. Then he tripped the lever and rubbed my belly whispering in my ear, “Here it comes my little piggy boy. I got you all primed and ready for bloating. You’re going to fatten up nice and big. Now suck it in like a good little pig and become a hog.” At first there was just cold air coming down the hose. Then this cream came…not quite ice cream but not thin like milk either. It back flowed up the hose into my mouth and it tasted good. I mean I was crying and begging for him to let me go but there was something in that goo when it hit my mouth and I tasted it, I couldn’t get enough. It made me stop begging cause I was sucking on the hose then trying to get more. It was insane.”

“Gunter was rubbing my gut and saying shit like, “Nice piggy, suck it in. The cream filling is going turn my little piglet into a big boar real soon. I can feel you blowing up already.” See by then I was completely roided out and had been on growth for months so I was in the best shape of my life. About as big as you but not quite. My genes weren’t as good as your’s are. My gains were mostly all the drugs and just doing things right finally.” Chaz couldn’t believe the giant muscle monster he was massaging thought he had superior genes. That was crazy!

“My belly starts filling up and my abs are cramping and stretching. I can see it growing like I’m sprouting an instant roid gut you know. See till then I had this tiny waist despite my gains. It was like 28 inches but totally ripped…like body armor. People would always freak out about how small my waist was after my chest and arms blew up once I started juicing. Anyway, my gut starts swelling up, see. On one level I was scared shitless but at the same time I couldn’t get enough. It couldn’t fill me up fast enough. I know that is nuts.” The man shook his head. “Then I feel this rumble in my belly. It seemed loud and that crazy fucker is all hyper and saying, “It’s starting…it’s starting!”

“Then it was like what was blowing up my gut started shifting to the rest of my body. My muscles and everything started growing like it was absorbing it into my muscles. It was crazy! I could see it and feel it like it was pressurized up my chest and down my arms. The sound was like this foaming noise and I’m thinking you know, he is going to pop me!”

“Then it was like what was blowing up my gut started shifting to the rest of my body. My muscles and everything started growing like my body was absorbing that cream into my muscles. It was crazy! I could see it and feel it like it was pressurized up my chest and then down my arms. The sound was like this foaming noise.”

Andy was telling his story quietly but with a note of surprise in his deep voice as if even he had trouble believing the details of his transformation from typical bodybuilder to extreme muscle hog. The big man sputtered a bit and added, “I used to help my uncle with his business growing up. You know, like a summer job. He was an insulation contractor. We sprayed expanding foam insulation into open walls on construction sites. Anyway, we used spray machines to apply a gooey layer of the stuff and then after a few seconds exposed to air, it starts expanding like five times its size filling the spaces between studs. When my body started rumbling and blowing up, all I could think of was that expanding Styrofoam insulation I been installing since I was a teenager. Like he was pumping it down my throat and then it started expanding into every cell of my body blowing me up and completely changing me into something I had never been before. Like turning me into to this huge musclebound statue or something. I mean, I’m as fucking obsessed with muscle as your dick seems to be,” Andy managed to grin at his host. “All I ever wanted was to be as big as Gunter but this tube down my throat blew me up way past him in like minutes!”

“Did it hurt?” Chaz asked, dazed by the story he was telling…and completely boned.

“No…not then. It was like I was made of rubber or something. Over the next few days when the transformation really set in was painful. I…I never did understand the science of it but see my bones and joints started growing over the next few days. That hurt every time I moved… like I was being stretched on a rack or something as my frame grew into something bigger and heavier to support all this new mass. He said it was the genetic modifications building new bone like a second puberty. “Just a little rocket-fueled growth spurt”, he called it. I think I grew three inches taller. My rib cage and shoulders killed me. Gunther said he thought the bones in my shoulders alone were five inches wider after the cream filling phase. My arms and legs were longer.” Andy’s dick was still hard as hell and standing straight up. Chaz couldn’t help but steal glances at it as the freak shared his story. Andy reached down and scratched his nuts with a thumb as he thought. “I remember how far apart my legs seemed after it all settled down and that bloat subsided. Course that was before I really blew up. My weight has about doubled since then but my hips and everything were wider. I felt like I walked like a cowboy or something…bowl legged, I guess. Nothing felt normal when I moved. It was like I woke up in someone else’s body.”

“How much did you weigh when it was over?”

“Hardly anything really compared to now, 385 pounds. Gunther was always taking notes and measurements and tracking all that like it was part farm chores looking after his prize hog and part science experiment.”

Chaz couldn’t believe the man considered 385 hardly anything. “But what did he give you? I mean, black market steroids won’t make you grow like that.” Chaz was so caught up in the story he had completely forgotten about the massage.

“It was something he came up with…see, he was like this crazed scientist, for real I mean. I didn’t know that at first. I thought he was just this roid dispensing meat head. That was the role he played when he came to town. I didn’t realize the truth till later. I knew he had something he was hiding because…see, we trained over the weekend from Friday through crack of dawn Monday morning then he would disappear till the next Friday. I figured he was living a double life of some kind. I imagined he maybe had a wife and family and a regular job somewhere or maybe another bodybuilding fuck slave that he spent most of the week with. Then he would come back and screw around with me. I didn’t care, you know at first. I mean, I was having too much fun and was just happy somebody like him had showed up in my life. It was all good. I was hulking out and we had fun playing our kink games. Then after about a year of this, I got curious. I was really into him by then. I could never get him to talk about his real life. It was just my training, me being his slave and him being my muscle master…Gunther and dumb fuck.”

The man shook his head. “So I started snooping. That’s what set him off that time…the time I ran to the cops. He had an apartment in town. I stayed there full-time by then. I thought it was love after that long and thought I needed to know who he really was. I found some papers in a brief case stashed way up in a closet. See,he worked at this university up north. There was this old i. d. badge with his picture and some pay stubs...stuff like that. His real name was Kirk Sanderson. Once I found that out I was able to do some real searching online. University profiles, publicity, it told me a lot. Well, first of all I found out there was no wife and kids so I was happy about that. Anywhere it reported his status, it said single but he still could have had another boyfriend or a harem of fuck slaves. So I wasn’t out of the woods yet but I sort of put 2 and 2 together and came up with 7. I decided that he was just closeted about his sexuality. You know…and I could help him with that. See, it turned out Kirk worked in the medical sports lab doing research into muscle growth and myostatin studies. Here instead of being this meat head Marcus Ruhl want-a-bee and he was like this big fucking deal. It was more than that, though. He later said he had done some secret work on a super soldier project for the government before it got shut down. Real science fiction stuff…genetic manipulation but he didn’t tell me that until after I was pinned up at the farm.”

“So anyway, after that I was even crazier about the guy and wanted the whole enchilada. We were prefect for one another and I thought this was it! So I went to the university to surprise him. It was a four hour drive. You know, to tell him that I knew who he really was and show him that we didn’t need to hide behind this fantasy. That I was into the real him and we could be a real couple and crazy bastards at home. Fuck, was I stupid. I went to the school and sat outside his office to surprise him. It wasn’t like I was dressed up in our muscle head wear…you know string tanks and leggings or screamed, “Let’s get married”. I blended in at his workplace. The halls were filled with big jocks so I didn’t stand out or even draw attention like I normally did. I wasn’t there to embarrass him or anything. I wanted to show him that we could be as discrete as he wanted as a couple. So he comes out of his office and I’m sitting across the hall on this bench. He is laughing with some colleagues but he sees me. I just waved and said, “Hi Kirk.” He acted all cool like he was happy to see me. Told his buddies he would catch up later. He said, “How you doing” and shook my hand with that super nice guy manner he has. But he pulled me to my feet and motioned for me to walk with him to his next appointment. But he wasn’t happy. He walked me to my car and told me to drive back to the apartment and wait for him there. Once we were in the parking lot, he was freaked out; all red face, slobbering as he chewed my ass real low and quiet. I remember he got in my face and grunted if I ever showed up anywhere near the school again he would “gut me like a pig.” I should have run right then and there, you know?”

“I tried to explain. I still thought…fuck, I’m dumb...I thought he was worked up about the gay thing and coming out at work. I tried to tell him that he didn’t have to worry about that…well anyway that was the night we got so drunk and he bit that chunk out of my leg. That was when it all went to shit but you already know about that.” The big man shuddered on the table. Then his features were brushed with a shadow of a grin. “But I know you…you like the muscle growth parts.” The tired man chuckled a bit. “My point was that he came up with all this genetic transformation shit from his work. That was what he did for a living. He was the leading researcher on the secret government project. Doctor Kirk Sanderson was a Mensa genus with a PhD and completely bat shit crazy.” Andy wasn’t the first person to have war stories of an ex who was labeled crazy, but the man had the scars and nearly an extra 400-pound muscle gain to prove his claim.

“So there I was strung up like some elk after your latest hunt and that muscle cream starts foaming inside of me and creeping through every inch of my body. I’m still sucking on the hose like I can’t get enough but crying my eyes out as I see my body blowing up like a bunch of muscle balloons. I thought the crazy fucker was going to pop me right then and there. I didn’t understand yet that he wasn’t playing some fantasy game right just before he killed me. I thought he had kidnapped me so he could kill me in some remote place where no one would know. He really did intend to fatten me up and then kill me.”

Chaz was dazed by the story the man shared. He almost felt ashamed that his dick was so turned on by the crazy details of what the poor man had been through at the hands of the crazed scientist. It was all the hunter could do not to jerk his cock as Andy shared his story. “So your muscles swelled up like they are now from the muscle cream?”

“Like they are now? No that came later. I mean yeah it was like my muscles were swelling up but it didn’t look like this. As I grew bigger and bigger I looked bloated not as ripped. I mean it was like I was fattening up. After a while my muscles started looking soft…or like my skin was four inches thick. I just kept getting bigger and bigger. That’s when it hit me that he really was making a hog out of me. I was just swelling up all over like I was getting fat like an ex-jock…you know what I mean? Like when a stud college jock blows up after he quits competing. They look all solid and big but all their muscle gets buried under a hundred pounds of fat. That’s what I Iooked like after a while. That gave me some hope when I saw that. Gunther…Kirk…the crazy assed bastard kept shocking me with the cattle prod while I was blowing up so I would squeal like a pig and grunt too. He liked that, me sucking on that hose squealing and a grunting like a hog who can’t get food fast enough. Suddenly I thought he was doing this to instantly fatten me up. I hoped maybe it was the punishment, you know for snooping and embarrassing him in his real life. He had roided and trained me until I looked like the stud I’d always dreamed about being….I thought to punish me maybe he was making me fat as hell so nobody would give me a second look. You see what I mean? Taking back my muscle stud looks. I hoped for that because it meant he wasn’t going to kill me. See. He would blimperize me and then let me go so I’d be forced to waddle through life like this fat hog…but at least I would still be alive.” The man shook his damp head. “I was desperate, Chaz. Just grasping at anything to make sense of it all…or for a way out.”

Andy was tugging on his giant dick as he spoke now. Not in a crazed masturbating way but distractedly like he wasn’t even aware. Then he let go and looked at his host. “I almost forgot. Everything was swelling up on me and I mean everything. My dick was hanging down under me and my nuts to. Now before this I was average. People might say that I had a fat cock but it was average length, five or six inches. Course it was hard when I woke up all shackled but that was normal. Kinky stuff with Gunther always boned me. My dick’s got a mind of its own too and it thought all this was just more, kinky role play. So the muscle cream was blowing my cock up too and my nuts. My pecker kept getting longer and fatter and my nuts were like two balloons in my nut sack. It was like it was completely full because it wasn’t all stretched out like it is now. My dick kept growing longer. It doubled in length in no time and kept growing. Bout that time, Gunther reaches down and starts stroking me. It was crazy. I thought I was dying. He had me squealing so I won’t get shocked again. Then he starts playing with my cream filled pecker. It felt like getting fucked a hundred times over! That blown up cock was so sensitive. I was screaming over that hose in my mouth cause if felt so super charged when he stroked it. I remember all those chains rattling like the cage was falling down cause it was like I was having a seizure or something. Then splat, splat, splat! Spew is just hitting the floor underneath me. Not little thimbles full like normal, big splashes like you popped a water balloon under me. I was wild, writhing on those chains and swelling bigger and bigger by the second. It was like I wanted him to stop but was afraid he would all rolled up together. Maybe it was the hyper cum explosion or just a complete system overload but I passed out then.”

“Then what happened?” Chaz was listening as he rubbed his oiled hands together, trying not to sound like an excited kid.

“Well, I don’t think I was out long. Gunther had that stuff under my nose that made me gasp so I’d wake up. Next thing I know I’m coughing and sputtering. I was completely swelled up like a tick then…like this muscle freak sumo combination. The foaming cream slowly stopped blowing me up but by then I looked like a parade balloon character, like I should be hovering over the floor, floating by the chains on my arms and legs. My dick was even bigger still…like another arm or something. When it got horned up it would touch the floor. It was crazy, like I had this elephant dick. It was bigger than it is now and stayed that way for a few days till things settled down. My nuts were swelled up like soft balls and seemed to be churning around trying to make more room in my ball sack. It was tight as fuck. Gunther was going nuts ranting on and on about his hog and how he had a super hog he could milk like a cow. That was the first time, he hooked this milking machine on to my dick. That about drove me crazy too cause my cock was so sensitive. This greasy twitching rubber sleeve that squeezed and sucked over and over. My spew went into this little chrome tank…like a two or three gallon gas can. I remember the sound of my spew hitting the can over and over like high pressure stream of water against metal. At first it was like I was having another seizure again when I came. My whole body would twitch when I blew but after a while the reactions eased or became more like normal even though I was blowing loads like four times an hour. I listened to that metal can sound like very fifteen minutes for days. I would blow and then get all boned a few minutes later and it would start all over again after a little break.”

Andy yawned. “He left me like that …chained up for a couple days cause I was so blown up I could barely move anyway. Like I said that’s when it got painful cause my bones were growing and changing. He kept the hose down my throat too and fed me with it. Gradually I got hungrier until I was like I am now. He would give me more muscle cream every once in a while too. It would blow me up more and keep me blown up huge…like pressurized or something.” The huge man yawned and stretched. “You done?”

Chaz jumped, realizing he had been giving the man a massage. He started back in working on the man’s huge muscles. Andy added, “After a couple days, the pain subsided in my joints. I looked different too, not fat at all. Still muscled of course but kind of sunk in and skinny after how the muscle cream swelled me up. I mean my body looked like somebody else’s. I don’t know how to describe it. My limbs were longer and you could kind of see my huge rib cage under the muscles when I was hungry. I looked sort of like a giant insect to me in a way. The skin was sunk in around my muscles and fat veins everywhere. I was starving then, if I didn’t get to eat every little bit, I’d get all sucked in looking like I was wasting away even though my muscles were huge. Gunter said the look was like someone had shoved a vacuum cleaner hose up my ass and turned it on. My belly would get all sucked in like I was doing vacuums or something. He said it was like Phil Heath after spending time in a concentration camp. He thought that was funny. How sick is that? Gunther would have made a good Nazi.”

“Oh yeah the other big change was I had this craving to move and workout like all the time. I can’t explain it. Maybe it was from being chained up and immobile for so long but I couldn’t stand still. It was like my muscles craved the lifting like my belly had craved the muscle cream. When he took the chains off I immediately started lifting. It was like I couldn’t get enough. It felt good and I never got tired. I could train for hours on end. I’d just lift and lift at a relaxed pace but all day long until I would finally collapse and sleep for like ten or twelve hours. Then I’d wake up starved and insect looking to do it all again. For a while I carried my spew can and drug that hose on my dick around behind me while my dick got milked as I lifted. Working out and spewing got all mixed up in my head as if the weight lifting was this crazy full body jackoff session. You’ve never fucked until you are blowing loads while squatting 800.

“Gunther didn’t let me do that for long though…maybe a day or two. He said he wanted to keep all that free testosterone bubbling through my system. That’s when he took the milker off and put my dick in that cage. He didn’t want me to even touch it. That was a whole new level of torture. I had to earn a cum explosion after that. Usually with weight gains or strength gains. He kept track of it all and set goals. I still was crazy horny so it pushed me to eat and lift harder even though my system was so rived up by then, it was all I wanted to do anyway. If I did well he would put the milker back on for a while and gave me some relief or he would jack me. He never let me touch myself though because he said my fat cock was his now…and he wouldn’t let me fuck his ass either. I’d have probably ripped him open if I tried but it didn’t keep me from wanting to. When he came out to the farm he would strip off his clothes and flex and stuff just to drive me crazy cause he knew I was as horny as ten guys rolled into one... ten teenage guys rolled together. When my cock was caged up, just hoping he would give me some relief; that was the hardest. My pecker would get hard and start dripping the minute I heard him unlock the front door and come into the room on the other side of the wall my cage faced. I didn’t know what was out there or who it was for that matter but my dick seemed to. Just the sounds of him working out there and knowing that maybe this time he would let me blow would start the precum flowing.

“It was crazy. I would be pacing the cage trying to keep my mind on training because he liked that. The cum would drip out of that dick cage he had me locked into and spot the floor. I couldn’t think of anything else. He liked to walk in and catch me straining to force up some weight so I tried to work out but it was hard. Either that or eating. He had a big cooled vat that held his weight gainer shake, not the muscle cream though. I’d be as big as a hot air balloon now if I had sucked that down around the clock. The shake was some mix of his own with protein and all the other stuff he was giving me. There was a light and bell that rang when I needed it and a hose I put in my mouth. He like to walk in and find me sucking on that fat hose filling my gut up and squealing like a hog. He always wanting me squealing, if I didn’t start squealing or grunting when he got there, I’d get a shock from the other room, even before I saw him. It was easy to grunt or make noises if I was lifting. I tried to do what he wanted when he came in cause I wanted to please him so I could blow a load, you know. It was hard cause he might work on his notes or my meals or whatever for several hours before he came in to check me out or he might just bust in and put the milker on me immediately. Sometimes he took naps in there too before checking on me. I could hear him snoring. I could smell him too. It was like my senses got stronger. I sometimes thought he was really turning me into an animal because I thought I could smell his cum when Gunther walked in the door.

“I felt like an animal. My hair was going all wild and my whiskers. It all started growing faster. My voice changed too after the muscle cream. It got all deep like it is now. I stunk something awful but after a while I didn’t even notice anymore. I never knew what to expect but I was so horned up that all I wanted to do was pace back and forth groaning like some wild caged animal hoping for relief. My nuts always ached they were so full of cum.”

Andy was slowly rubbing his giant cock as he spoke about his overwhelming horniness. “Just like now. Damn I wish I could blow a load. I should be used to being horned up like this by now but you never get used to it. If I was good and he milked me, Gunther would flex for me for a long time while my nuts got sucked dry. His muscle shows always got me off. He knew that from the first time we hooked up. If I fucked up somehow or he just felt like and I didn’t get milked, Gunther would still flex for me just to torture me. Usually while I was getting my belly pumped full of his gainer shake. He would make me shove my dick through the cage and he would flex and shove his ass just almost close enough for me to reach his hole. I wouldn’t have felt it if he had with my cock covered in thick plastic still it drove me crazy. The sick bastard. If I blew a load, you know spontaneously while he teased me, I’d be in big trouble. He’d go ape shit then. He called it training the hog. Still I got filling my gut to capacity and being horned just to the edge of blowing all mixed up in my mind, so don’t think your stiff ones watching me eat are any big deal. I can barely get a drink of water without popping wood.”

The big man raised up on his elbows and looked around. He watched Chaz working on his legs. “Those hands are a gift, my friend,” he said before dropping back. “Sorry, I keep veering off from telling you about my muscle transformation to my big dick woes.”

“Oh yeah, and my strength just went up and up like I was cycling through a couple months’ worth of gains in a day, those first couple days. I don’t know if my muscles were going through a transformation like my skeleton had or what? But I was getting stronger and my muscles grew bigger by the day…by the hour even. That’s when the fattening started…just eating and lifting and sleeping and gaining. He had turned me into his muscle hog.”

Andy seemed talked out now. He just laid there looking at the ceiling with heavy eyelids as he grunted and moaned as Chaz gave his heavy muscles a going over. The hunter worked his thighs rubbing his elbow deeply into the overblown muscles. He loved working on the huge man. He’d never given a massage to someone who could take anything he put into it. His brothers and hunting buddies always told him to ease up or accused him of trying to hurt them. Plus there was the chance to explore every inch of his crazy muscles. They both were quiet for a while as Chaz worked. Chaz was painfully aware of how much Andy horned him up. These new sensations were crazy. The bodybuilding hunter would have loved nothing better than to blow a load over his freakish idol and massage his spew into Andy’s fat muscles.

Then there was the issue of Andy’s huge dick standing up swaying back and forth as Chaz worked. Being slightly drunk again wasn’t helping matters. The firmly straight man was having fantasies about grabbing the huge cock and jerking the muscleblimp off. He wondered what a dick that huge would feel like in his hands. It was far too fat to get one hand around it. The thoughts disturbed him yet as he worked down the freak’s wide legs the crazy thoughts flowed. He didn’t know if was the beer or the familiarity that had grown over the past few days but while disturbing, the thoughts seemed to come more freely now. Two days ago the hunter would have never thought of touching another guy’s dick…in fact, would have been horrified by the idea. Now he felt guilty for not offering to give it a try after all the huge man had been trying to blow a load since he freed his cock the night before. Chaz couldn’t remember how many times he had popped off in the same time.

Chaz wondered if he could get the blocked up dick to blow. Andy was so muscle bound that Chaz knew he could get a better grip than the blimp could. That was probably the problem. Andy would like Chaz stroking him. He imagined Andy wouldn’t have any problems with him playing with his cock, after all the man was gay. Chaz knew all gays were into wild sex like that; hooking up with strangers in bathrooms and trying to turn straight men gay. Chaz knew how horny he always was and how much work it took to get a girl to do the deed. The one advantage he imagined two gay guys had over straights was that life would be one endless fuckfest once you found someone you liked. The man’s wild thoughts flowed freely as he ran his elbow down Andy’s enormous legs. As great as a jumbo dick like that might feel to get worked up, it would be a curse too. It isn’t like you would be able to fuck anybody with a dick that big, gay or straight. He doubted even those guys into taking a forearm up the rear end could even handle Andy now. Nah the poor guy was fucked and not in a good way. Even a blow job was out of the question though he supposed it could be licked.

Chaz still paused from time to time to take a drink of beer as he ruminated on the pros and cons of being hung like Andy was. He had trouble keeping the bottle in his oily hand. Still for the size obsessed man there was something about having all that heavy meat hanging between his legs when you moved. That must feel kind of awesome. Chaz had noticed how Andy’s jumbo package filled the front of his clothes too. It did sort of fit in for a guy Andy’s size. Like a normal dick on someone Andy’s size would look crazy…like you didn’t have anything at all. Chaz didn’t envy the guy his heavy package but it would nice to try it out for a while to see what it was like, just like his overblown musculature. If he could slip it on like a suit of something. He asked Andy to roll over on his side so he could hit the inside of his legs. Damn he looked enormous lying like that. Chaz had never massaged legs this big. It was hard to hit every angle.

Andy held his junk against his belly as Chaz worked over his inner thighs. A new thought came to Chaz. “Why did the government lose interest in the super soldier thing? I mean it look like it works.”

Andy chuckled. “It worked too well, I guess. Look at me. I’d make an enormous slow moving target, now wouldn’t I?” He chuckled again. “I think they envisioned a group of super strong fighters who could be fed for long periods on easily transportable muscle sustaining dehydrated concentrates. You know, basically take a hit of the muscle cream every week or so and not have to eat in between like regular people. That aspect was supposed to help with long range space flight too. Muscle men on Mars, I guess. The super strength would in theory make two hyper jacked guys able to do the work of six. The early trails created guys like me; ginormous slow moving muscle blimps with insatiable appetites and coconuts sized balls that made them want to jack all day. Not exactly a mobile strike force.”

“Now Dr. Kirk thought the results were a complete early stage success. He believed with more work the process could be dialed in to meet the military exact goals with more time and money but the officials wouldn’t hear any of it. Kirk will never get over that. I suppose that’s what made him snap…hell I don’t know, maybe there was no snapping involved…maybe he was always crazy. Maybe his insanity was what doomed the project…maybe after working with him for a couple years somebody in the government recognized him for the crazy bastard that he is.” Andy moaned as Chaz worked. “Maybe he tried to barbeque one of his test subjects…who knows.” Lying on his side Andy could watch the handsome hunter as he massaged him and shoved him around for a better angle. The tired man chuckled. “I can see that brain of yours working. You are thinking if the military had this ability, you would join up or no doubt you would like to give the muscle cream a try if there wasn’t some crazed cannibal attached to the process.”

Chaz blushed. Andy seemed to read his thought so easily, it embarrassed him. He laughed. “Well maybe some of it…a little dose. I mean the thought that all this is a permanent change is a bit scary but what if you could take a little hit of the muscle cream and gain like a hundred pounds maybe a hundred fifty. You’d still be bigger than anyone ever imagined yet a lot smaller than you are…more mobile and all.”

“That’s the rub. Might be hard to suck down just a cup of the stuff. I mean one taste and it’s like breathing air, you can’t imagine life without it.” Andy stretched and yawned again. “Well who knows, you might get the chance. Gunther used to talk about you.” He spoke over a yawn.

“What?” The man stopped massaging the muscle blimp. “Talk about me? What do you mean?”

“Well, he didn’t talk about you by name or anything but he always had an eye out for his next potential hog. He would always talk about it even before things went to shit and I ended up on his menu…but I suppose I always was on the menu… but anyway, back home he would see some built guy at the gym or a mall and talk about how he would be his next roid hog after he got tired of me. Once I was up at the farm, he started talking about his next muscle hog he was going to fatten up once I was butchered and packed away in the freezer. Last summer, you rebuilt your dock down on the river, right?”

The shocked man said, “Yeah…how did you know that?”

“Gunther talked about this jacked little piglet who was out every day building an elaborate new pier and stairs up into the woods. He thought you were a carpenter but he talked about how you worked every day out there shirtless in khaki shorts and a tool belt all by yourself. He was impressed by your independence and that you took on a big job without the help of a crew. He said you were roided up just right for what he had in mind. Maybe was on growth too. Just the kind of guy who would make a super hog for the fattening. He would go on and on about how sweet it would be to fatten you up. He said you had real potential to blow up and that you had a good genetic foundation. I really just let him ramble about shit like that without paying much attention but it just came to me that it had to be you. He liked your jacked legs. I mean, how many bodybuilding carpenters could there be around here? Gunther said it would be so easy to snatch you, working alone out here in the middle of nowhere like that. You got such an early start he figured you were camping on the river. Might be weeks before you were missed in a case like that.”

Chaz was dazed at the revelation. Not only had the man slashed his tires and stolen food but the crazy cannibal had been spying on him for months. Hell, he planned to do the same thing to Chaz that he had planned for Andy! His heart was trying to pound out of his chest as he tried to make sense of the news. Chaz had spent most of the summer rebuilding and improving the dock and stairs up the bank. He had been proud of the improvements. All along this pervert had been spying on him. All at once the muscled hunter’s anger returned. He wanted to explode. He wanted to kill the guy. “He was sneaking around the woods stalking me?” He barked.

“Gunther has a boat he hauled behind his truck. He likes to fish. It’s the only sane thing about him really. We used to go out sometimes and it was the only time he sort of dropped the role play and seemed normal and relaxed. I know up here he would go out and fish a lot for food to feed me. I think his boat and trailer were outside the cave when I got free. So I’d assume he watched you while he was fishing but I guess I don’t really know.”

There was so little boat traffic on the river up here, how could he not have noticed a Marcus Ruhl clone watching him from a boat. There were some times groups in canoes or inner tubes who would float by and visit as they passed. He knew all the boats and fishermen that normally went by after growing up at the cabin. He surely would have notice an over 300 pound bodybuilder go by. How did this pervert spy on him without Chaz ever knowing? The tired hunter’s anger boiled. Chaz spun around…he just…he just. The furious man look down and slapped his half full longneck with an oily hand. The bottle flew across the room and crashed into splinters against the great stone fireplace. There was a hiss as the beer hit the flames. “God Damned Cocksucker!” Chaz bellowed. He stepped away from the table and the huge man wiping the oil from his strong hands. The artic wind outside screamed.

Andy sat up with surprising speed. “What is it? What’s the matter?”

Chaz was in a complete rage. The stress of the past couple days weighed heavily on the man until he couldn’t hold it in anymore. He glanced back at the startled muscleblimp behind him. Andy looked panicked. His massive oil-covered muscles shone in the light.

Chaz had to calm down. He ran a hand through his hair. The fucker had a boat up here. He had to have a place to get it into the water. The Harris place! That was the only place with a dock and ramp on up the river. That has to be where he had held Andy captive. Why had he not realized before? As slow as Andy walks it couldn’t have been much further away. The cabin burnt down before Chaz was born but trees and brush had grown up in the foundation. The other buildings had slowly caved in. There was a wind mill there too. He had often hunted across the land and through the old orchard. “We’ve got to do something! Why are we just sitting around here like idiots?”

Chaz jumped across the room and unlocked the gun cabinet. He began pulling out his father’s and grandfather’s guns; shot guns and rifles and laying them on the table beside the startled man. He then turned and ran to the fireplace pulling down his snowshoes. “Get some clothes on Andy! We’re going hunting.”

“Hunting in a blizzard? Chaz, you’re not making sense.”

The man dropped his snowshoes with the guns as he turned back and began piling boxes of ammo next to the guns. “No, I’m making sense for the first time in days. That cock sucker stranded us here thinking we would cower in here like a couple of cunts until he picked us off at his leisure. Don’t you see! We have the element of surprise! We’re going to the cave and kill that fucking Gunther for what he did to you. I sure as fuck am not going to wait around like a fucking dumbass until I’m his next victim! We may be stranded after the bastard slashed my tires but we can still bring some justice down on his sorry ass.” He looked over at the huge man. “Get dressed!”

“Your truck tires got slashed? I thought you had battery trouble?” Andy was rocking back and forth as he sat on the edge of the thick tabletop. “No…no, we can’t go up there! The winds haven’t died down. We…we’ll freeze.”

The normally calm and cool hunter almost punched himself in his own face for the slip. He had just told the traumatized man about the tires. He admitted to the cover-up. “Yeah, I was keeping that a secret. I didn’t want you to worry.” Chaz paused. “You are right. It would be nuts to start out before the winds die down. But we can get ready and work on a plan. See then in the morning we will start out as soon as the winds die. The radio says by ten the front will move out of here. We will still have the surprise on him cause most people will be holed up for days after this much snow. He won’t be expecting us knocking down the door. If we can’t use the blade on the four-wheeler, I’ll just tramp a trail with my snowshoes for you to follow.”

Always the ultimate planner, Chaz fell back to familiar characteristics. He then darted over to a large oak framed map that hung over a desk. “See here Andy. This is our cabin here. This is the Harris place over here. You said he has a boat right, well here is an old stone dock and ramp on the river. None of these others abandoned places have docks or river access except the Harris place.” He pointed out a building site on a map that was made back when his cabin was built in the 1920’s. All the farms and lodges were marked on the map though few survived today. “By road it might be five or six miles but if we hike up along the river, it’s barely a mile and a half…maybe two. The trail is so over hung with trees and under the bank, the snow shouldn’t be too deep.” Chaz looked at the map closely for the first time in years. “Holy Fuck Andy! Look at this. I never noticed it before.” He laid his finger on the map next to where the buildings of the Harris place were drawn. The big man joined him. Chaz slid an arm over his shoulder and pointed out his discovery. Next to Chaz’s finger were the words “Harris Cave”. Here was a little sketch of a cave with vines around its opening. Other landmarks were sketched onto the map. “See that buddy! We got the crazy bastard’s hideout right here on the map.”

Andy’s hands were trembling. He shook his head and turned away. “No…no we can’t do that. We can’t go back there. No, no, no…” His whole muscled bound body began to tremble.

Chaz followed him to the center of the room. “Hang in there big guy. Don’t go there on me.” Chaz laid a strong hand on his arm. “Look at me, look at me Andy. This is going to be completely different from when you were there before. I’ll be there. The two of us together will take care of that fucker once and for all. See. You got nothing to worry about. Just shake it off and listen to me. Ill protect you this time. I’m a tough assed son of bitch when I get riled up and you are twice his size.”

“No…no we can’t go back there. No I can’t go back. Don’t make me. You don’t know him. You don’t what I know. No…no let’s just leave as soon as the winds die down.” The huge man was pleading like a frightened child. “We will just go west and buy your lodge. I’ll work for you and build your lodge to pay you back for rescuing me. You won’t even have to pay me till the business is a success. We will just live off the land like you do here. I can hunt…well you can teach me. See, I been thinking about it. I have some carpentry skills after working for my uncle. You saw how I can work. I’ll work hard for you, Chaz. I swear, you won’t find anybody who will work harder for you. I’ll build your cabins and one for me back in the woods so I don’t have to be around people. People won’t understand if they know what happened up there. They will say I was asking for it cause he was a friend ...at first…or…or they will say he was this big important doctor and he couldn’t do those things. Like those fucking cops…I told you how they wouldn’t listen…I told you.”

The man tugged at his hair as he tried to reason with Chaz. “I don’t want people to see me now like this but when we don’t have guests, I’ll build things and repair things, see. That can work for both of us. It will be perfect, I’ll help make your plans real and we don’t have to worry about him anymore. Let’s just get out of here when the storms passes.” As the big man rambled he was looking down with his face lost under his long hair. He plucked at the strands and picked at his face like a troubled little kid trapped in a hulk’s body.

Chaz tried to reassure the man. “Don’t start getting all sketchy on me, man. Take a deep breath. Everything is okay. You don’t have to go back with me. I wasn’t thinking straight. Just tell me everything you remember about the place so I know what I am walking into. I can take care of the creepy fucker on my own. It will be all right. I will take care of Gunther and you will wait here for me.”

Andy threw his hair back over his head and grabbed Chaz by the arms. He practically lifted him off the floor. The man’s face was purple. “You’re not listening to me!” He barked. The worried man was shoving but mostly carrying the beefy hunter across the room pushing furniture out of the way as they went. Andy didn’t stop until he had the man pinned against the wall.

It happened so fast that Chaz didn’t have much time to react. With his toes barely scraping the floor he couldn’t get his footing and as for a handhold on the wildly muscled man, Chaz’s hands just slid across the naked man’s oily skin. Andy’s arms were so muscle bloated now that it wasn’t like you could get your hand around them anyway. Chaz felt like a rag doll in the hyper muscled man’s hands. Chaz’s head bounced off the wall when Andy reached his target. Once there he held Chaz pinned against the wall with a fore arm across his chest at least a foot off the floor. The hunter couldn’t breathe with the man leaning his weight into as he freaked out. Chaz wanted to talk to him calmly and soothingly until his panic attack passed. The muscle freak didn’t know his own strength at times and Chaz knew he was running on fear now. Andy was so freaking wide that his body just seemed to mold itself around Chaz’s as he held him there blocking out everything else in the world. Chaz would twist and jerk but he was pressed in on all sides by bloated muscle.

“I got to make you listen. I want to protect you Chaz. You can’t go up there. You don’t know what you’re dealing with. If you go up there you will ruin everything. We have to get away not go back…see! That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. I got to make you listen! He did all kinds of things to me that I’ve never even mentioned. Wild things… sick things…I know he would do the same things to you. Don’t you see! This crazy pervert wants to turn you into some sort of farm animal sex toy until he fattens you up enough to kill! You’d be walking into a trap up there! You’ve got to listen to me.”

Chaz was trying to speak, trying to say, “Put me down” and “I can’t breathe,” but the words wouldn’t come, just faint squeals and gasps as the huge man leaned into with all his weight across his chest. The wild man wasn’t even aware of what he was doing to the smaller man. He had that faraway fear in his eyes as he ranted. “I’ll make you listen. I can force you… I don’t want to Chaz but I’m stronger than you… I’ll tie you up if I have to.” It was as if for the first time the traumatized man realized that his strength gave him options in the situation. He shook Chaz as if to threaten him. The move let Chaz pull some air into his lungs.

Chaz had been running his hands over Andy’s slick muscles and pushing against him helplessly. That man’s huge dick was crushed between them. Chaz could feel that in the struggle it had slid under his t-shirt and was rubbing against his muscled belly. Now as Chaz pulled some air in when Andy shook him, the man shoved a hand over Andy’s face and held it there. He had to make him come back to reality. Chaz grunted, “You’re hurting me.”

Andy had been pulling his head away trying to free it from the hand that seemed glued over his eyes and nose. He looked down at Chaz. The hunter’s face was white almost blue. The hulk immediately began to tremble. “Oh no, no, no …I’m sorry Chaz. I’m sorry I just wanted to stop you. I would never hurt you.” As he spoke he backed away from the wall and turned Chaz in his arms. He ran his hands over his wide back and hugged him more loosely as the man sputtered and gasped for air. “I’m sorry, I just get so…at times…” The man struggled for words.

“It’s all right. I’m okay,” Chaz croaked as he pushed free of the hulk. “I understand.” He was catching his breath. His ribs ached. “You are right. I should leave this to the professionals.”

As Chaz stepped away the big man dropped to the floor where he sat rocking back and forth tugging at his long hair not looking up at his savior. Chaz watched him as he regained his composure. Andy could seriously hurt someone without even trying. The man was twitching as he rocked but had calmed down. Chaz said, “I won’t go up there but you have to know that at the first moment of the winds dying, I will have to go to town to the police. They have to get involved or Gunther can keep on doing this. You don’t want anybody else to go through what you have, right?”

The big man nodded his head without looking up. He was making a humming noise as he rocked.

Chaz knew by now that the man would calm down though it might take a while before he seemed like himself. These episodes always passed. It was almost as if the man had split personalities. The quick witted, no bullshit, roughhousing, muscle freak and the traumatized frightened child. Chaz reached down and grabbed the hand of the traumatized child and pulled him up saying, “Let’s get you dressed. Even with the stove and fireplace this old cabin is drafty. You’ll catch pneumonia. I’m about to fall asleep standing up after moving all that snow.” Just then the hulk’s stomach rumbled loud enough to shake the floor. “Sounds like you need one of your shakes before bed. Come on your Smurf suit ought to be done drying by now.”

Chaz was waddling as if in a daze with his head lost under his long sandy hair. His nervous voice came. “Can I try a pair of your long underwear? Those zippers cut into me. Your UA long johns are always baggy on you and they stretch…” The man’s voice had none of its normal tones or confidence. Andy sounded nervous as if the reasonable request might get his ears boxed. The fact that he made the suggestion said to Chaz that he was coming around quicker after this meltdown. When the snow had collapsed the back porch, it had taken a good two hours for the man to stop twitching and making that humming sound. If did talk, it was a low mumble.

“Sure, hold on. I never thought of that.” Chaz went to his dresser, wondering if any kind of therapy could ever fix the big man.

By the time Andy had sucked down two and a half blenders full of the protein shake of his own design, the man seemed more himself. It was almost as if he forgot the panic attacks once things calmed down. There was no doubt he felt comfortable with Chaz now. The two men were relaxing by the fire. Chaz was sipping a beer and Andy was shaking the last of his shake out of a huge glass. The shakes were gross in Chaz’s opinion. Made up of several cups of protein powder, three or four cans of tuna and chicken, some flax seed oil and a bit of apple juice. The mix was so thick it could hardly qualify as a drink but Andy would suck it in like ice cream. The mix did quell his hunger pains without need to cook a whole meal to do it. That was good enough for Chaz.

The two bulls were dressed alike in Chaz’s long underwear. Chaz didn’t like tight fitting clothes so he always bought them a size or two too big so he had room to move. The pair looked like a freakish before-and-after picture as Andy’s set fit his outrageous muscles like skin. The panicked man had even laughed as he looked at his reflection in the mirror compare to the tired hunter. Andy soften the effect by putting on the fat uncle’s grey sweat pants over his legs. The huge sweats were dimpled and blistered by his muscled legs while the waist band sagged off his hips showing several inches of the spandex underwear, giving a modern look from the dated pile of clothes. The huge man put his feet on the floor and slowly stood. “I’m gonna to head to bed. I thought I’d go upstairs tonight. You said there are beds up there right?”

Chaz was more than buzzed now. “You don’t have to do that. Take the bed there.”

“Nah, I’ve put you out enough already. I can go upstairs and give you a break. I make so much noise when I sleep, waking up all the time. I know I keep you awake. I’ll be okay up there and you can get a real rest. You look beat, bud.”

Chaz looked at the staircase and back at the hulk next to him. “Bro, I don’t think you’d even fit up that twisting staircase. Besides there’s no heat up there. I took the stove apart to clean it and never finished it. Nobody uses it this time of year.” Chaz glanced at the big old iron bed in the alcove. It would be nice to sleep in his own bed again. “Besides those beds up there were built for kids. I’d have to cover you with Crisco to shove you into one let alone through that little door on the stairs. Take this bed. It’s okay.”

The big man looked around the room sheepishly. “I’ll take the sofa or a recliner then. I’m not taking your bed again.”

Chaz shook his head and laughed. “Just take the bed. This is nuts. You look like a blimp tethered down to that undersized chair and there is no way that sofa is wide enough for that back. I’m fine here. I swear you’re not putting me out. I could sleep on a slab of cement about now, I’m so tired.” The man yawned and mumbled his words.

Andy finally gave up his arguments and took the bed as his host curled up under a sleeping bag on the couch. Chaz was asleep almost before his head hit the pillow. He woke sometime later to some rustling sounds. The room was cold but the fire in the stone fireplace was blazing and the stove damn near glowed red. Andy must have just stirred up the fires. The winds outside were howling and the shutters rattled. A good night to sleep. He rolled over and fluffed up the pillow and settled in again. Chaz heard the rustling sounds and some grunts. He knew what had woke him now. Andy was jacking again. The poor guy still must not have blown a load. Chaz pretended he was asleep to give the guy some privacy. He hoped to replace the act with the real thing quickly but Chaz just laid there listening to the grunts and pants of the desperate horny man. He laid there for forty minutes listening. There was no way he could fall asleep with the bull grunting and straining in the same room. Every once in a while, Andy gave choked off high-pitched sounds as he struggled. Chaz rolled over and stole a look at the man.

Andy sat back into a wall of pillows with his huge legs bent in front of him. He had rolled his tights down his legs freeing his now purple python. He worked it with a two-fisted strangle hold trying to coax his spew to shoot. There was a bit of moisture near its tip visible in the faint firelight. The bed was covered with Chaz’s muscle magazines but the big man’s head was rolled back and his eyes closed with a look of extreme stress distorting his features. The bottle of oil Chaz used for his massages was lying on the bed beside him. His huge hands gave off wet slurping sounds as he worked his giant cock. Chaz felt his always ready dick stir as he secretly watched him.

“You want me to help with that?”

Andy jumped to the sounds of squeaking bed springs. “Sorry I woke you up again. I just can’t…fuck…so close.” The freak gave up in defeat.

Chaz sat up and pulled his shirt off. He ran his hands back through his bedhead. “Let’s give it a try.”

“Wha…what do you mean?” Andy said wearily.

“You said watching buff guys flex gets you off.” Chaz threw an arm back behind his head and flexed his free arm. He tightened his belly, showing off his abs. The man grinned at his stranded house guest. “Let me see what I can do for ya. Only nobody ever hears about this…ever.”

Andy was sitting there grinning. He made a locking motion as if he put a key to his lips before grabbing his fat meat and tugging one-handed.

Chaz had no ambitions to be a dick dancer but he had showed off for a few of his girlfriends in private. Generally, lots of alcohol were involved but his girlfriends were never disappointed as the stud mugged and played. Chaz hit several poises that showed off his bodybuilder’s upper body well. His dick was half hard and tenting his lose fitting tights. Chaz reached down to remove the pants of the underwear set but paused as he thought about what he was about to do. Then with a ‘what the fuck’ attitude he shoved the UA tights to the floor and kicked them away. There he stood in all his glory before another man. At least this might result in a good night’s sleep, he told himself. Chaz started flexing and posing with as much playfulness as he usually reserved for his girlfriends.

Andy soon was breathing hard and jerking as he moaned and complimented the muscle stud before him. He would asked to see various muscles as the stud flexed for him. Andy was soon panting too hard to say much but “oh fuck” was easily understood. Chaz turned and grabbed his own stiff dick and gave it a tug. “How about we see if we both can blow a load? Maybe if we play our cards right we can cum at the same time.” The jacked hunter grabbed the bottle of oil and squirted some on his cock smearing the extra up over his abs and chest before turning his attention to his own respectable but more normal sized pecker.

It was as if the move opened Andy’s flood gates. The tortured man gave a strangled off squeal before his monster dick started spewing. Chaz froze in his tracks at what he saw. The man’s massive cock was twitching and spewing like a volcano. Gobs of thick cum shot out over and over, first splattering over the man’s wide torso then hitting the bed after the muscleblimp collapsed limply into the pillows. Andy looked as if he was having a seizure as he arched back on the bed trembling. Every muscle on his body seemed to be standing at attention. Chaz had never seen anything like it.

Andy was giving off noises that would have made anyone overhearing think he was being killed. His fist was closed around he cock squeezing it over and over as it retched up cups full of spew. Chaz grabbed up a towel and shoved it between the writhing man’s legs to catch the globs knowing he was way too late as there were puddles already soaking into the sheets. “Oh fuck! You save me!” The muscle freak barked at one point as if the relief of finally venting his pent up sex drive was more important than his escape from the lunatic. The thing was the man was till spewing. His red face was contorted as he slid his hand up his giant erection as if trying to pull its contents to freedom.

Chaz wasn’t even aware he was tugging at his own cock as he watched, wondering what such an all-consuming cum explosion must feel like. The muscle bull’s ass had risen off the mattress as his feet pressed down and his muscles strained. To the hunter it looked as if his entire body was blowing up as if he had a full-body erection. The man was panting and squealing as he pulled on his spitting dick over and over. His enormous torso was shining and wet with the spew. Then all at once, Andy collapsed to the sounds of a tortured mattress. His dick dripped and spasmed infrequently. The man was panting hard.

Chaz was panting and grunted as he jerked his overused cock. He had turned his back to the sight of the huge cum soaked muscle blimp. Andy grunted, “You saved me,” again. Then the panting giant said, “Let me help you.”

Before Chaz could react the big man grabbed him and pulled the bodybuilding hunter onto the bed with him. Chaz knew he should resist. This wasn’t right but he was so horned up and ready to spew. Andy pulled him close until Chaz laid across his wet sticky body. The massive man felt hot. Andy then grabbed Chaz’s dick in his huge callused hand and started stroking him. It seemed that in no time the hunter was blowing as he squirmed stretched out over the top of the massively muscled freak. It was all crazy as the pair panted and grunted together. Their spew mixing on the damp sheets. Chaz knew he should jump up immediately…increase the distance between the two men as if it could put things right somehow but he was too exhausted. He laid there with the panting man underneath him, Andy’s hand draped over his privates. The room was cold and it felt good laying against the man who gave off heat like an electric blanket. Andy’s huge heavy arm draped down over Chaz’s body. His forearm covered his worn-out junk as the man relaxed. It felt so safe and warm nestled up under the man’s arm. Sleep over took him there. Morning would have to make sense of all this.

Chaz woke still in bed with the huge man. Andy was sleeping more soundly than Chaz had ever seen him. Someone had pulled a sleeping bag up over them during the night. The bed was damp but stiff dried sheeting was glued to his skin as he slip away from the warm hulk. The room seemed freezing cold. What had he done? The man almost felt panicked to wake in the big man’s arm in the same bed.

The control freak shook his head. He wasn’t going to think about that now. The only thing that was important today was what he had planned to do. He would let all this sort itself out once he had settled a score. The man tiptoed to the kitchen leaving the big man to his sleep. Chaz had a lot to do in a very short time. He looked out the kitchen window. The winds had died down to a faint breeze that barely ruffled the trees. It was after eight. He should have been up earlier. Chaz was going hunting…hunting for big game.

By the time Andy waddled into the kitchen, Chaz was just about to walk out the door. The big sleepy man was straining to rub his eyes with arms so blown up he had trouble reaching up that far. The man sighed and stumbled to the coffee pot. “I slept like I was dead,” he croaked. Chaz’s tight long underwear looked like a superhero costume on him.

Chaz had cleaned up, eaten, and filled a backpack with food, ammo, and weapons. Feeling a bit like a coward for doing it, the man had written the sleeping giant a note explaining he was going to town for help and would be back as soon as possible. The move was to avoid another meltdown on Andy’s part, but it also put off the man’s dealing with the fallout of their kinky jacking session the night before. The hunter was embarrassed over how far he let things go the night before. So, Chaz rationalized that the big man needed his sleep. Now that the bull had finally fallen into a deep sleep, it would be a crime to disturb it. Besides, if things went as well as Chaz hoped, he could pull off his mission and be back much sooner than a trip to town would take. Chaz told himself the exhausted man might sleep the whole time away if not disturbed.

Andy was blinking repeatedly, trying to clear sleep from his eyes as he poured a mug full of coffee. “Feels like my eyes are full of sand,” he croaked. He smelled the fresh coffee.

Andy chuckled. “Thanks to you I didn’t even wake up with a piss boner this morning. I…” The big man turned, blowing on the mug with a happy grin, only to realize Andy was dressed in his red Arctic suit and boots, ready to walk out the door. He looked about to climb a mountain: he had a backpack at his feet, a rifle over his shoulder, and two snowshoes in one hand. Obviously, the man wasn’t about to run out to the outhouse. Something was up.

Andy looked startled. “You’re ready to go? Why didn’t you wake me? I’ll get ready as fast as I can.” The man set down the coffee and started pulling his makeshift wardrobe off hooks near the door.

Andy grabbed heavy gloves from the table and pointed to a notepad. “You were sleeping so soundly, I didn’t want to wake you. I left you a note explaining, but I’m going to head to town for help. The winds died before I woke up, so I need to make the best of the chance. I’ll take the four-wheeler with the blade. If I can’t get through with that, I got my snowshoes, so I’ll walk. It might take a couple hours to get to a phone or cell service…if I walk the whole way it will be more but once I get ahold of the police they will have snowmobiles, big vehicles, and snowplows to get back out here in no time. By the middle of the afternoon easily, we should be back with help.” Chaz was lying to the man. He hoped to be back from his mission by then.

“I’ll go with you. You might need my help. I’ll bring a shovel to move snow if the four-wheeler bogs down.”

“No, Andy. I want you to stay here. You are way too slow-moving. I can’t risk that. If we get slowed down out in the elements, we could be all night getting to help. It’s supposed to get cold as fuck tonight. You have to stay here. Trust me, you will be fine.”

Andy had sat down and was pulling the old snow suit up over his spandex-skinned legs. He paused. The man looked up at Chaz and just nodded his head.

Chaz talked on quickly. “I told you in the note, but here is a shotgun by the door with two full boxes of shells. If you have any trouble all you have to do is point that in the direction you need and shoot. The blast spreads out so your aim doesn’t have to be accurate. That would drop anybody fast. The handgun is on the counter with bullets. Keep it on you all the time. If you have to protect yourself close up, use it. A bullet to the head or chest will stop anyone, and you still have that knife I gave you.”

Andy was listening. He nodded again but had a look of sadness on his face.

“Andy, I will all but guarantee you won’t need these. It’s just a precaution. There is no way that crazy bastard will be out before I get back. The roads are impassable. Snow drifted deep everywhere. I’ll be back with the cavalry before he knows what hits him…if he is even in the area anymore. I still think he probably ran for the hills once you got free.”

“Okay.” The big man was quiet. He just nodded his head as Chaz laid out his plans and instructions on securing the cabin and food to eat.

Always an over planner, the hunter left no detail untouched. “If I were you, I’d just lay back down and get some more rest…and don’t worry. It’s going to be a busy day once the balls get rolling. Oh yeah, I’ll whistle when I come back as soon as I hit the edge of the yard so you will know it’s me.” Chaz shoved fingers into his mouth and let go with several shrill blasts that was so loud it hurt ears. “You know in case we have to walk back in to get you. I imagine you will hear and see flashing lights from a road plow but you never know. This snow is as deep as hell.” Chaz didn’t want the panicked man shooting him when he returned. Chaz was actually amazed at how easily the man took the news that he would be left alone at the cabin. There were no arguments or signs of a fresh panic attack. Andy just took the news with an air of exhausted melancholy. Resignation. Maybe the deep sleep had brought him back to his senses.

Finally Chaz was standing by the door, feeling sweat begin to collect under his winter clothes. “Well, I guess...”

Andy jumped up and threw his big arms around the man for a second before pushing him away. “I’ll be here.” The man looked around the kitchen with a sigh. “I’ll clean up. It will give me something to do.” He looked back at the outdoorsman at the door. “Your sheets smell like something out of a whore house after a two for one special.” The man’s mouth grinned a bit as he looked up from under a curtain of wild hair. Andy’s whiskers had grown so much over the past twenty-four hours that it looked like a full close close-clipped beard again. His handsome features had begun to disappear under the fur.

Chaz grinned. “Okay buddy, get your stink off my sheets. I will see you probably midafternoon. Definitely before dark.” The hunter squeezed his pack and gear through the back door and listened as Andy locked everything up from the inside. He slipped his snowshoes on and walked over the drifts to the garage. He had some work to do to get the blade on the four-wheeler but it was an easy task. He had a shotgun and a rifle strapped to the bottom of his backpack and enough ammo to wage war. On top of that, he had two handguns shoved under his snow suit and another in the backpack, plus a big Bowie knife strapped to his leg. The man was well prepared for the task ahead. Chaz opened the overhead garage door and stepped down off the snow bank onto the dirt floor of the shed. The winds had shifted during the night. The snow was several feet deep in front of the building now.

It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the low light. Chaz set his backpack aside and walked to the back wall, pulling the blade to the ground in front of the four-wheeler. It just took a few pins through the long arms that attached the device to the four-wheeler and the hoist on the front end. He would be ready in minutes. The man realized he about as well let the engine warm up while he hung the blade on. It was then that Chaz turned his full attention to the small machine. All four tires had been slashed. The four-wheeler had sunk down to the dirt floor. Chaz stood dazed by the discovery. That fucking Gunther had struck again. The angry man raised a heavy boot and kicked the side of the machine again and again as he swore. He turned and saw a tray of tools on top of his tool chest. The furious man grabbed the tray and slung the wrenches against a wall with a mighty crash. The man dropped down into a crouched position, gripping his head in his fists as he swore. “Every time …every fucking time…” Chaz had to calm down. If he made too much of a racket, Andy would come out to investigate.

The mad scientist was still out wreaking havoc despite the weather. The four-wheeler had been fine yesterday when he was in and out of the shed. The stranded muscle men had even debated putting the blade on them and using it. Chaz looked out into the snow-filled yard. There were no tracks in the snow but his own wildly oversized ones, but with the way the winds blew all day and night, this was no surprise. He worried that Andy would notice that he didn’t start the machine and leave it on. Chaz didn’t want to share the latest news with Andy just before leaving him to fend for himself. Plus, he didn’t want to waste any more time with the big man now. Chaz needed to move. The big hunter told himself that this didn’t alter his plans at all. Just convinced him more strongly what he had planned for that morning was the only sane choice he had before him. The man put his snowshoes back on and then his pack. He tightened the belt that was cinching in the puffiness of his suit to his small waist. He took a drink from the water bottle that hung from the belt before heading off into the snow.

Chaz walked for some time. He knew the woods like the back of his hand. Every tree was a mile marker on the journey. Just as he had rationalized the night before, the hiking trail through the woods was so protected that there was little snow across it. All the way along the trail, Chaz took mental notes of his location by the scenery he passed. Every step took him further from the cabin and further from the town and the promised rescue he had told Andy about.

The man wasn’t even nervous. He was excited and confident that as smart as the nutcase must be, Kirk Sanderson had no idea what was about to come crashing down on him. He supposed the easiest thing would be to just lie back in the edge of the woods once he got to the old farm site and wait for the man to appear from the cave. Hunt him like a deer. Just lie in wait for a good shot and bang! The pervert would never know what hit him.

As he walked along, Chaz reasoned while that made the most sense, just a well-executed sniper shot, he wanted more. He wanted a close up view of the crazy fucker. He wanted to see the guy for himself…this insane Markus Ruhl clone. The hunter wanted to see what the guy was really like. He had trouble reconciling the two images of the crazy man that Andy had described: the slobbering, demented cannibal with the muscled genius who held down a prestigious career at the college. How could anybody pull that off? Chaz just pictured the guy as Markus Ruhl after Andy’s descriptions. A big, bull bull-shouldered menace.

What if Chaz snuck up and just captured the man? There is a cage in the cave. Chaz could lock him up for the authorities to deal with…or Andy. Maybe that would give the huge man the cure he needed? To turn the crazy bastard over to Andy to do with him what he willed…at least maybe Andy would see that the man wasn’t so all-fired powerful as he appeared to him now. He wondered what Andy would do if all the power was suddenly in his hands. Would he kill the guy for the months of torture and terror Gunther had put him through? No, not Andy. Andy was too timid, Chaz reasoned as he walked. Not only that, he was so good-natured. The periods where Chaz had felt he spent time with the real Andy, he was struck by the man’s self-depreciating humor and good nature. He was always quick to help and think about the other guy. No, there was no way Andy would kill Gunther. Besides, the bull readily admitted he had the chance and had failed. Andy knew he would never have had such qualms if Andy’s ordeal had happened to him. He would have beaten the man’s head into a bloody pulp with no regrets.

Maybe Andy would blow the trapped Gunther up? That would be a pretty sweet revenge. Shove that hose down the mad doctor’s throat and pump him full of his own muscle cream formula. Now that might be something Andy could go for. Chaz could imagine the possibility. The man chained as Andy was and pumped full of the foaming body-transforming cream was a sweet image for Chaz. The hunter panted as he walked at a quick pace through the cold. Bursts of steam coming from his mouth as he damn near jogged. Hell, Chaz would even vote for a muscle creaming of the sick bastard. What a perfect revenge. Blow the guy up even bigger than Andy, then once the transformation was complete, treat him like the hog, over feeding him until he is completely immobilized by useless hyper swollen muscles. Chaz’s imagination brought his dick to attention as he adjusted it through the soft quilted suit. The man even chuckled as he pictured the image. Sweet revenge indeed.

Chaz looked up where the trail took a sharp turn. This was the only spot where the trail met the actual road. He knew the area well because the hunters often used the spot as a place to drag their catches to so they could put them into the truck and drive back to the cabin or out of the woods. It was just a big clearing really, with a gate opening that went a few yards into the woods. Chaz barely looked up as he trudged past. He was getting closer now. The snow was deep in the clearing but his snowshoes let him walk up and over the mounds barely slowing. The sky had lightened up and the sun made an appearance in the break in the timber. After the past few days he was surprised to see it again. The clear weather brought in a bitter cold snap after the storm of the century. The cold was supposed to ease in the coming days as normal conditions for this time of year returned. Right now it was single-digit cold with temps to drop well below zero tonight. The beefy hunter had plans to be back to the cabin sitting by the fire long before then. Chaz hurried on but just as he was almost back into the wooded trail, a flash of light stopped him in his tracks. A blinding light hit him.

The big man dove and rolled until he was under a huge low-lying fir. He had his rifle in his hands, scanning the area before him. He just saw deep drifts and swirls of snow before him. Then a flash again of light as the sun appeared from behind a cloud. He had thought at first that someone had hit him with a reflection from a mirror. Intentionally trying to blind him. It seemed to move with him for a moment. It took a bit to find the source. It was indeed a mirror. There was a vehicle all but buried in the snow before him. Chaz crawled out of the snow bank. Piles of snow dropped on him from the branches above. The man was thankful for the deep hooded suit he wore even if people thought it made him look like a swollen cartoon figure wearing it. It also kept him warm and dry, trudging through the wild after effects of the blizzard.

Chaz slowly approached the hidden vehicle. There was a chrome side view mirror still sticking out of the drifts, though on closer look he could see patches of red through the snow from the top. Chaz walked up and knelt down beside it. The man pulled his mitten top back over his gloved fingers sealing his hands under two layers. He had freed his fingers when he thought he might need to fight off an attack. Chaz ran a hand over the side window and pulled away snow so he could see inside. It wasn’t uncommon to find abandoned cars up here. Sometimes stripped and stolen vehicles were hidden up here by thieves. Some of the old building sites contained abandoned trucks and tractors that buildings had collapsed around. This was an odd spot for any of that right off the narrow road. It would be easy to find if stolen. Chaz soon had the snow dug and kicked away from the door. He looked into the window. It was an older pickup. It was just sitting there as if someone had backed into the gate opening to load up a deer carcass. Hell, the keys were still in the ignition!

The passenger door squeaked when he opened it. Chaz popped open the glove box and pulled out some papers. The 1998 S-10 was registered to Kirk Sanderson! Chaz gazed around the cab as if it was some rare time capsule or archeological find. The crazy bastard’s truck! Chaz pulled out of the truck and looked down at the wheels. He drug back snow with his foot. There was no signs of it being stuck. It was as if someone had just backed it off the road and left it there to be buried in the snow drift. The man reached in and started the engine. It popped right off. He immediately shut it off again. It wasn’t as if he could have driven it anywhere. The old timber road ahead was buried under four to five feet of snow. The genius hadn’t thought this one through. He left his truck sitting here during a blizzard. Even with the warm weather to come in a few days, these roads wouldn’t be passable for a week or more. Then they would be mud pits. This timbered area was at least seven miles from a decent road that was regularly plowed in the winter. Of course, the forecast had underestimated the snow by more than half. Sanderson couldn’t have foreseen that. Plus that weight plate to the head might not have him thinking clearly. The find told Chaz one thing for sure. The owner was still in the area. Not only that, he was forced to walk just as he and Andy now were. Even though this wasn’t much of a surprise, it just confirmed a leveling of the playing field. If the crazy scientist wasn’t at the cave when Chaz got there, he wouldn’t be far away. Plus, Chaz knew the entire area like it was his backyard. He had to have that advantage on the genius there.

Chaz sat down in the truck. He poked through the glove box. No more surprises there. Just the usual registration and such. There was a small camouflage-patterned backpack on the floor. It contained some clothes and a shave kit with the usual supplies as if the man had brought it along, planning a few days’ stay. Under the small bag was a box. Chaz didn’t notice it at first until his foot bumped it. The box gave of tinkling glass sounds. Chaz picked up the four-by-six-inch box and opened it. It contained two layers of little glass bottles. Chaz’s heart was just about beating out of his chest. It was steroids! All sorts of roids. Anything you might want in four bottle packages, even four bottles of pills. Chaz reached out for his backpack and pulled it closer. He shoved the box in with his packets of food and ammo, burying it under the other things. He couldn’t even guess how many thousands of dollars’ worth of juice it held. “Fuck that bastard.” He thought as he added the box to his stash. He might not ever see the benefits of the muscle cream transformation, but this would fuel his bodybuilding dreams for a long time. Chaz was happy for the opportunity to steal from the man who had broken into his food storage shed and stole from him.

Chaz chuckled over the find as he shut the cab door and slipped his arms back into the straps of his pack. He pushed snow back from the bed of the truck, wondering if there was anything else in the back of the pickup. He just saw some frozen down coils of rope, a couple of blocks of wood. His hand hit something solid under the snow. He fished it out. Chaz recognized the hard package immediately. It was one of his bundles of meat from the freezer shed. He was looking down at his own handwriting on the wrapper. His own code recorded the date it was frozen, what it held, and where it was hunted down. The man dug into the snow-filled truck bed with both hands and pulled out three more packages. Not that the theft was a surprise to him but it angered him just the same. The bastard must have pulled in here to steal more meat from him. He didn’t know why the asshole had abandoned the truck here but he had no doubts what the man was doing when he left it here. He must have gone back for more meat. Maybe Chaz had interrupted the theft that night? Maybe the pervert was so afraid of getting caught he just took off through the woods for the safety of the cave…maybe on the way he took a wrong step on the dark trail and ended up in the river? That would be just too convenient, plus the cocksucker had slashed the four wheeler tires last night. The bastard was around here for sure. Chaz left the meat in the drift of snow that filled the bed of the truck. The cold temperatures began to seep in once he stopped walking. He turned his attention back to the trail and the task before him.

Chaz reached the Harris property well before noon. He was happy about that. He had plenty of time to do what needed to be done and to get back to Andy with the news. Chaz had the plan all reasoned out. He would take care of Gunther once and for all and then share the news with the traumatized man. His plan dealt with Andy’s problem while not forcing him to go public with the nightmare of a story or the fear of not being believed. With the crazy bastard eliminated and deeply buried in the forest, Andy would be free to live the private life he desired without constantly looking over his enormous shoulder for a lunatic he knew was out there somewhere. Sure the man would always have to deal with being a muscle freak beyond anyone’s wildest dreams, but it may be easier without the glare of a trial and the spot light would bring. As far as Chaz was concerned the big man was welcome to join him in his plans of his lodge and making a living as an outfitter/ trainer. Andy seemed excited about Chaz’s big plan.

All Chaz needed to do was take out the insane cannibal, and then Andy and he would bury the body deep in the woods the next day. The ground wouldn’t be frozen yet under all this snow. Then, when the man’s truck is found, probably not till spring, it would be safe to assume the man was lost in the blizzard and stumbled into the vast nature preserve by accident after heading away from civilization rather than toward it, just as Andy had been doing when Chaz found him. There was no way they could cover thousands of wooded acres in search for a body. Gunther and Kirk Sanderson would simply vanish as completely as if he had shown up on a blue plate special.

Chaz was surprisingly calm with his plan. He always got a bit of excitement when he hunted and today was no different. The man kept to the tree line that circled the property. At least ten acres had been cleared at one time and planted with fruit trees and pens for livestock. The overgrown surviving trees were scattered over a gentle slope that reached down to the river and the old stone pier. Some of the trees were standing tall and dead, while others still bore fruit. Chaz had a shelf of the freezer filled with apples and peaches he had picked there last summer. The man just realized, Andy would have been locked up in the cave as he picked buckets of fruit that day without a clue. The fruit trees had a fresh growth of smaller, younger scrub trees sprouting up amongst them, but the orchard still stood apart from the woods for now.

Chaz walked back and forth along the edge of the woods, watching the site through powerful binoculars. He picked out the old building sites easily even through the drifted snow. The windmill creaked and banged a bit in the faint wind. It took a while to find the cave. Chaz had sketched a map based on the one hanging in the great room back at the cabin. He missed the cave through several passes with the binoculars until the reappearing sun reflected off a pane of glass. Andy had said the cave opening had been built over with a barn or shed wall but that brush and trees cover the one exposed wall now. Chaz wasn’t sure of its location until light reflected off a window set into the wall. If it hadn’t been for all the trees being bare of leaves, he never would have picked it out at all from this distance.

He sat on a log for over an hour watching the cave for signs of life. The thing that bugged him was that there were no tracks in the snow near the opening. There was a standing lean to amongst the brush around the side of it, and even it had a good drift of snow in front of it. Chaz ate his lunch just watching and studying the layout. Maybe the madman had another entrance that was hidden better. Maybe using the old original entrance would be too noticeable if you were hiding a human hog from prying eyes. The bank rose sharply behind the opening, disappearing into the woods on the far side of the property. There could easily be other entrances in the trees that covered the rocky mound. Andy had said specifically he had ran out this entrance, though, so there had to be a way in here. The patient hunter speculated as he studied the layout. Maybe that is why the truck was so far away. Perhaps the man would only walk in from a distance to keep up the abandoned appearance?

Chaz had finished eating and was studying the view when two deer came walking slowly through the orchard toward the building site. They were good-sized bucks with nice racks. He decided to take one just to see if the shots brought any signs of someone to investigate the sounds. Even though the weather might make a hunting trip an odd choice for the day, it would justify a reason for the hunter to be there. Chaz had thought about taking off the warm red suit so he could blend in to the natural setting better in his typical hunter gear he wore underneath. The hunter could sneak up to the cave unseen through the grey shoulder-high brush. Chaz was hidden here in the shadows of the timber, but the confident man wasn’t sure he wanted to disappear. Maybe he wanted to be seen by the crazy fucker. If he shot a deer right outside the cave, it would give him a logical chance to get a closer look. If the crazy cannibal saw the red-clothed hunter gutting a deer in his front yard it would be the perfect opportunity to confront the hunter, who Gunther obviously knew had stolen his fattened hog. It might just flush the lunatic out of the cave. Chaz would get the perfect chance to see the insane fucker in action. Something in the tough man wanted the crazy bastard to confront him…to even jump him. Chaz knew he could take care of himself. He wanted to tell the sick bastard, “This is for Andy,” when he shot him.

Chaz watched the deer walk lazily through the orchard toward the cave. “Closer…closer”, he thought. He’d picked out the exact spot he wanted to drop the smaller one of the two. They were pushing noses into the snow in front of the lean-to when a rumble startled them. The two deer jumped and took off like rockets. Chaz lowered his gun, listening to an engine running. He then saw the sputter of white exhaust amongst the brush beside the lean-to. Chaz knew immediately what the sound had to be. A generator had kicked in to recharge an electrical system. He could make out a long, weathered wooden box or fence in the brush that was hiding the generator. A puffing cloud of warm exhaust gave away its location. As he scanned the area, the man noticed for the first time a grey painted L.P. tank next to the big box. He might have walked right past it all without noticing it, if the engine hadn’t kicked in suddenly. The system was all remote-controlled by clock settings, but it was sophisticated enough that it told Chaz he was at the right location.

Chaz watched as the machine ran for a while with a low rumble. The man picked up another rumble, and further down the wall a plastic pipe released a much fainter puff of exhaust. Chaz thought, “Aw, there is the exhaust for the modern furnace. Dr. Crazy Fucker has all the modern conveniences for his torture chamber.” Chaz suddenly wanted to see the inside of the cave. He had come here for one reason: to kill the crazy man and leave, but the more he snooped, the more intrigued by it all he grew. The machines fell silent. Chaz scanned over the top of the cave opening. He wondered where the dish for the satellite service was. The guy had all the other conveniences. Then Chaz noticed something new. He picked out the end of a trailer hitch. There was Sanderson’s boat and trailer under and camouflage net covering near the lean-to. This guy went all out, hiding his bat cave.

Just then the two deer came back wandering through idly. They paused near the front wall of the cave. BANG, BANG, BANG! Chaz took two unneeded shots to make sure anyone inside would hear his ‘doorbell’ ringing. The small deer dropped like a rock on the first shot. Chaz just fired his gun over head as the other buck took off for the woods.

Chaz then stood up with his rifle over his shoulder and his backpack on his other and walked into the orchard as if he was on a leisurely stroll. He knew his red suit would make a sharp contrast to the white snow all around. The man had no fear of being shot himself. That wasn’t the wild man’s m o. Gunther wanted to trap his victims so he could play with them before he killed them.

Chaz dropped his gear and pulled the knife from its sheath. He began gutting the deer as steam and blood spilled from his cuts. He had put on shoulder-length rubber gloves to protect his clothes and keep his hands dry. Blood tinted the white snow under the deer. As he worked, he looked the sight over closely. The boat and trailer were almost invisible in the shadows. While there were plenty of signs of Sanderson’s handiwork around the cave, there were no fresh tracks anywhere. Obviously the guy wasn’t using this area to come and go.

Could the man not be there? Yet he had cut up the four-wheeler tires sometime after he and Andy had worked outside the day before. During the height of the blizzard, at that. The area here looked completely undisturbed. The man might be holed up inside, but surely there would be some sign that he had been out in the previous 12 hours. While the two cabin mates’ tracks had been quickly drifted in with the previous day’s wind, there were still signs of their work and movement all around in re-drifted walkways and deeper drifts behind where shoveled snow had been piled. The Harris property looked completely untouched. It didn’t make sense unless the mad scientist was an expert at hiding. The cave might have a hidden entrance down by the river. That would hide any signs of movement.

Still, Chaz began to wonder if the man was long gone. Always one to weigh every option, Chaz kicked around the idea as he worked. Maybe Sanderson never made it back yesterday. Visibility would have been poor with those winds, especially for someone not used to the area. There were several places Chaz had passed on the trail where someone in the dark or in whiteout conditions might have taken a tumble down drop-offs over the river below. Maybe the crazy fool had done just that.

Chaz finished his work on the deer and removed the disposable gloves. He would get the carcass the next day. The man switched his rifle he had shot the deer with for the shotgun strapped to the bottom of his backpack. Chaz needs to be prepared for anything. He began to poke around. He saw a chain hanging from a beam in the roof of the lean-to. Chaz wondered if he could hang the gutted deer from it overnight to drain the blood. He imagined that a previous hunter had used the chain for the same purpose. He stepped into the lean-to with his shotgun on his arm. The snow drift was shallower the further he went into the open-walled shed. The shed showed signs of being used as a butcher shop by another hunter. And not so long ago at that. There was a pile of bones in the corner and a modern hoist hanging from the chain overhead. So the crazed Gunther must have been a hunter, too. There was a toolbox on a bench filled with saws and knives. A blood-stained table stood in the center of the shed where the work was done.

Chaz had all but given up on finding the crazed cannibal. He went out and drug the deer into the shed and hoisted it up off the floor so that it would drain its blood and be safe from other wildlife. He then picked up his pack and shotgun and continued on his inspection.

He walked slowly around to the front wall of the cave rising up on top of the snow drifts with his wide-framed shoes. On closer look, he could see the screen of saplings and brush had been carefully groomed to screen the wall. A bush stood several feet in front of the door. While screening the opening, the bush was strategically placed to let the door swing open easily. Chaz stepped to the window and pushed back some branches. The interior was dark. Cobwebs and dead flies covered the sill. The hunter pulled up a flashlight and pointed it into the room. It looked like an abandoned shed, littered with rusty old tools. The walls were lined with shelves. Chaz stepped back and looked up.

Chaz stepped to the door and tried it. The door opened. Chaz checked behind him before kicking off his snowshoes and going through the door. He shined his light around the room. There was an old rotten cider press in the center. Cob webs crisscrossed the walls and beams. The shelves were full of rusty cans, ladders, and old tools. Dust covered everything. Every step on the dirt floor kicked up a cloud. There were no other doors in the room other than the front door frame he stood in. He scanned the walls again. It was just a four-walled shed. It looked ancient and abandoned. For a second, Chaz wondered if it was all a lie. Had Andy been dreaming all of this? Then he heard the faint rumble of a distant furnace.

Chaz looked down, noticing marks in the dirt. They seemed to lead to the shelf directly in front of him. As if someone had walked through the wall. There were no cobwebs on that side of the room. The big man stepped up to the shelf. On closer look, he could see the cans and boxes on the shelves in front of him were attached to the shelf. Chaz reached out and gently pushed on the shelf. It didn’t move. He grabbed a shelf and tugged. The shelf slowly swung inward toward him. It was a door. He pulled harder. The bookcase door swung in freely on wheels. Just before the door was completely open the lights in the revealed room flashed on.

Chaz stepped behind the door and raised his shotgun. He waited for the sounds of movement or footsteps. He had found the wild man’s lair. He listened, ready to jump into the room blasting. There were no sounds from the room. Just the hum of the lighting.

Chaz leaned toward the opening. “Hello”, he called. There was no sneaking in with an automated lighting system. The new room was the complete opposite of the fake room you entered from outside. The wild man had spared no expense on his “farm”. The room was fitted out as a lab with curving corrugated walls and ceiling, like in a Quonset hut. It was all shiny and new. Chaz stepped into the room. There were chrome tables and stools about the room. A Murphy bed was folded down on the far wall, along with chrome lockers. The bed had been slept in. The room was immaculate. Everything was chrome and grey tile and had a sterile look to it. There were glass door refrigerators scattered about. One wall had a compact kitchen set up with a microwave, stove, sink, and another refrigerator. Chaz scanned the room. It was impressive, like a contemporary apartment. He walked cautiously about the room. One table was set up like a lab of some sort with Bunsen burners, scales, and test tubes. The far end was covered with notebooks and papers. A shelf above held a row of black notebooks. There was a heavy metal door on the far wall. Chaz assumed it was where Andy’s cage was.

There were two more doors next to it. He popped open the lift handle to see a walk-in freezer. The shelves were full of food and huge plastic containers. The next door went into a just as futuristic-looking bathroom with a glass-walled shower. The crazy man had a nice setup.

Chaz popped open a door to one of the tiny refrigerators scattered around the work tables. The bodybuilder smiled when he found it full of boxes of growth hormones. He snagged several shoving them into his backpack with a chuckle. Gunther was going to sponsor his next twenty-pound muscle gain. He left the backpack on a nearby table and continued his exploration. There was the cooled vat mounted in the wall pretty much as Andy had described. A ladder next to it with hoses and buckets must have been used to refill it. The source of the muscle cream. He could see by a sight tube on the side that the humming cooler tank was three-quarters of the way full.

The curious man paused by the lab table and looked down at the notebooks and scattered pages that covered the top. There was one open that had ‘Hog 5’ written on the front. It was Andy’s record book. Chaz picked it up and flipped through it. It was an obsessive record of the man’s transformation with photographs. The early section showed photos of the handsome man grinning and flexing for the camera as his body went from fit athlete to serious bodybuilder over many pages covering months of time. The pictures were much like any progress photos taken with a weight room background. Then the pictures changed, showing the transformation into a complete freak once Andy was brought to the farm. The pictures showed the same handsome man, but his face looked haunted and glum. It gradually became lost under unkempt growing hair and whiskers.

More astounding were the changes to his body. The photos completely illustrated the story Andy had told the night before; the muscle creamed blimp stage, the sunk in starvation phase to the complete pig out growth part. Chaz flipped back and forth between the pages, dazed by what he saw. Not only was the transformation documented in photos, but in minute detail in notes, explaining the steps and doses along the way as well as notes on Andy’s moods and behavior. The hunter noticed that the handwriting after Andy was brought to the farm almost looked different. The writing sloped and jerked across the page as if written in a hurried, rambling manner. It looked like the scribbling of a madman. Chaz shoved the notebook into his backpack. The authorities would want to see this if things came to that. If the insane cannibal had actually made an escape somehow, Chaz would have to get the police involved, or Andy might never be safe.

There were other notebooks filled with equations and calculations. It was all gibberish to Chaz. He found one that had records on the trials done for the military. Photos showed two built military jock-Navy seal types who volunteered for the experiment. Chaz was amazed at another photo early on. It showed the two smiling Guinea pigs with the happy staff running the experiment. On one end was a huge man with closed-clipped hair. The names were under the photos. The big man was Kirk Sanderson. He wore a polo that squeezed in over 23-inch muscle-packed arms and khakis that were filled with huge legs. The man showed up in other photos in the background or working on the test subjects. Chaz was mesmerized by the chance to get a look at the crazy man. Chaz had imagined the freak as a Marcus Ruhl clone, and his build did have similar aspects; huge shoulders and bull neck. Stout squatter legs. But the man looked nothing like Ruhl. His hair had a red cast to it, and he had a long, sharp nose. The guy with the build of a world-class bodybuilder looked normal despite the rare quality of his build. Chaz wasn’t sure what he had expected…fangs… blood-stained lips? As he studied the man, he decided there was something about his eyes. The photos of the test subjects were much like Andy’s. By the last photos the two studs were crippled with enormous muscles barely fitting into their military issued tan t-shirts and shorts. Some cam captured photos showed the men obsessively jerking enormous cocks. The photos were taken from overhead cameras as the notes talked about their extreme cock growth and insatiable sex drive. The records and photos made Chaz’s cock throb. The freaks filled their huge beds as they leaned back with strangle holds on cartoonish looking peckers.

The big hunter was amazed at what he found, even if there was no sign that the crazed cannibal was anywhere close. He shoved the file into his backpack with Andy’s. He might need the pictures of Sanderson to show the cops. Chaz knew what he wanted to see next. He walked to the big door in the center of the wall. There were locks on it but the door stood ajar. He pushed the heavy door open. There were no automatic lights in this room. The first thing he noticed was the smell. It was strong; part locker room, part feedlot, part cum rag. He could see the heavy bars of the cage in the light from the lab. The man instinctively slapped the wall beside the door for a switch. With a loud clack, lights overhead turned on and hummed.

There was Andy’s prison. A heavily barred room-sized cage filled the center of the gymnasium-sized tunnel. One end of the cage was filled with weights and equipment. A weight room jail cell. Heavy weights were strewn about. Chaz had never seen so many 100-pound plates in one place. The dumbbells were all on the heavy end of things. Of course, freaks Andy’s size had no need for small weights.

There was a big inflatable mattress on the floor in one corner. A grimy sleeping bag was wadded up on top. The walls outside the cage had several big-screen TVs that Andy had said showed images of Gunther’s choices at all times. Usually gay muscle prn to torture the cock caged horny man. He noticed several cameras above that recorded the man’s every moment. Overhead were also hoses and tubes that Andy had described. They were used in his forced feedings and for the muscle cream stage. There were shackles and restraints welded to the cage walls, and to one side was the chute the freak had described where Andy was doctored like some farm animal.

Outside the cage, the walls were covered with cabinets and tools of his confinement. Chaz walked around looking at things. He was a bit shocked by it all. It was one thing to hear the stories and quite another to see the evidence. Near the ‘hog’ chute, there were tools of the man’s torture. Hanging on the wall were electric cattle prods, shock collars, and Tasers. Chaz took down one of the long prods. He hit the button that controlled it. The device gave off loud crackling sounds of current, and faint sparks appeared around the brass studs sticking out of the end. Chaz wondered how Andy had stood it all. There were enema bags and IV stands and more hoses. There were other medical-looking devices that the hunter could only guess at their use. One peg board held sex toys; huge dildos and butt plugs…dick cages and vibrators. There was the chrome gas can looking tank with the dick milking device Andy had talked so much about. The sleeve was huge but there were others hanging nearby to fit any sized dick. Chaz wondered if the machine might give him a break from his own case of overwhelming fat dick. The photos of Sanderson and the hulking of the Navy seals had left Chaz boned. He looked at the device wondering what if felt like to be sucked and stroked by the machine. Chaz shook off the thoughts with the realization that he didn’t have time for such things.

There was a coiled garden hose and hydrant in one corner, which the man used to hose down his hog when the smell got too bad. Long-handled scrub brushes hung nearby. Chaz found a cupboard filled with new suits like the one he had found the freak in. He wondered why Andy was in the filthy one if there were others to wear, but then there was nothing logical or sane about this. Chaz made a complete circle around the outside of the cell. He knew he would have gone mad if he had been pinned up here for months, never knowing if today would be your last. There were absolutely no signs of the crazy Sanderson beyond the unmade bed. The kitchen had been immaculate. Chaz wondered where he could be.

The hunter turned to leave when something caught his eye. It was a blood-stained weight plate in the cage. He hadn’t noticed it at first. Chaz had forgotten about it, in fact. It wasn’t a ten-pound plate. It was a twenty-five. That had to hurt. The hunter noticed the dried puddle of blood under the plate. There were bloody fingerprints and a smear on one side of the plate. His eyes followed drips of blood to another puddle. Chaz then noticed marks continued out of the cage and along the wall. The hunter imagined it was a trail made by the crazed man once he woke up from the blow and found Andy gone. In a couple of spots, there were footprints in the blood. Chaz slowly followed the trail. It led to a door on the left side of the room. The hunter had passed it on his earlier trip around the cage without much notice. Now he was following a trail that led to the door. The door had a series of locks but none were locked. Chaz pulled the door open. It led to the outside. Cold air flooded in. Chaz found himself in the lean-to where his deer hung, blood flow reduced to drips down its neck. The door was hidden, looking just like a section of wall on the shed side. The blood trail disappeared there, but the dirt and snow-covered floor had signs of blood under the hoist and around the table, all stirred up with Andy’s tracks and the deer’s blood. The man didn’t know what he had expected to find. The insane Sanderson at the end of the trail?

Chaz shut the door and turned back to the cell. The man had to accept that there was no sign of the crazed scientist. Now what? Should he wait in hopes that the man would soon return? Hide in the cave and jump him? After all, the man was traveling on foot, and it was cold out. He had to come back eventually. Chaz scanned the big room. There were no other doors leading off deeper into the cave or to other hidden rooms. He circled the room a couple more times, hoping to find another hidden door; tugging cabinets and pushing on wall panels, hoping to find another secret door. There was nothing.

Chaz walked back into the lab room. He was drawn to the records on the men’s transformation again. Most of the notebooks were filled with notes and calculations that were Greek to the man. Chaz was intrigued by the transformations. He hoped to find more photos of the work Sanderson did on the volunteers in the military. He wondered what had happened to those guys once the system was abandoned. From what Andy had said, the changes were permanent. There were at least two freakishly muscled big dicked volunteers wondering around somewhere now like massive muscleblimps.

He found a binder marked “Hog 4”. Chaz expected another record book on Andy’s transformation. It wasn’t Andy. The photos showed a short Hispanic guy named Marco. “Hog 4.” Andy’s file had said “Hog 5”. Could that crazy fucker muscle fattened four other guys? He didn’t see any more file books on the shelf marked with the missing numbers. Chaz was shocked by the realization that Andy wasn’t the only one the pervert had turned into a hog. He looked down at the open book again. The first pictures showed a happy, good-looking, small man with a gym-built body, much like Andy’s file began. The man was no more than 5’5” tall but was all muscle. The first picture recorded his weight at 175, which was pretty good on someone with such a small frame. He had the look of someone much bigger and heavier until photos showed him next to some other lifters. He damn near looked like a dwarf muscle freak he was so short. Chaz thought he looked like a stripper the way he posed in some of the photos with his hips thrust forward. The man’s boxers were tugged up to show off his muscled thighs but highlighted a full package too. Not that his body didn’t show a good knowledge of life in a weight room, just the way he posed screamed dick dancer to Chaz.

The next dozen pages showed the man transform into a serious-looking bodybuilder. Each set of gym photos showed the man’s muscles growing bigger and fuller. By the later photos, the caramel colored stud had the look of a newly minted Lee Priest or Branch Warren in their prime. Then just as in Andy’s records the photos shifted from a gym setting to the cell in the next room. The subject’s features shifted from relaxed and cheerful to haunted and serious. The photos of the rubber suited short man were fascinating to Chaz. The early stages of the muscle cream filling had the short man looking inflated like some tiny sumo freak. Then you could see his body growing taller and broader over the next few days. The notes reported his finished height was 5’8”. He looked crazy freaky in the next photos. Almost skeletal with ridiculously wide shoulders and chest. His shoulders looked as wide as he was tall in an odd way. The pictures of his unending growth showed his muscles fill up and expand and distort his body even more with each new picture. The man’s body grew so wide and blistered with swollen muscle that he soon looked too short for all that new mass. Marco’s size belied the recorded weights as he grew. As before the man looked bigger than his weight. Chaz flipped back and forth through the pages with a growing erection and thoughts of what it must have felt like to blow up like that. He began to read the notes on the transformation, wondering why Andy looked just huge all over, but this guy looked as if he got shorter in each new photo. His muscle hungry dick looked forward to every new page but Chaz knew deep down the real consequences of the man’s transformation. Marco grew to become enormous over a series of pages. The notes mentioned his growing immobility and troubles with eating enough to sustain the growth.

Soon, in all the pictures, the man had the black hose in his mouth, and the notes said the hog was unable to eat enough to fuel his growth, so was switched to a constant forced feeding system to finish his gains. It said in part that his muscled arms had grown so big the hog had trouble reaching his mouth to eat and that trough feeding was wasteful and inefficient on such a short-necked subject. Chaz read the notes and studied the photos with fascination and disbelief. Yet the many photos illustrated every crazy point. The man’s neck was huge, but it did seem short. As the freak grew, his chin almost rested on his pecs. A side view showed his head was isolated in the center of growing range of muscle mountains. His upper back and chest had swelled out so much; well beyond Marco’s chin. It made it look as if his head was slowly receding into his hyper-muscled shoulders. The man’s body was so wide it looked as if he had been stretched out sideways. Sanderson’s notes reported that the effect was from the shorter-than-average man’s limbs being barely long enough to be shackled to the cell walls. The result was that the hog was suspended off the floor on the chains during the skeletal growth stage, resulting in less height growth and an unexpected widening of his frame far beyond any other test subjects. Chaz noticed that his massively muscled arms even looked unusually long. The rest of the photos showed the man moving through his world with a fat black hose firmly planted in his mouth. The man’s rapid gains ramped up big time once on the hose. Chaz thought that between the black suit and hose, it looked as if Sanderson was inflating Marco as his outrageous muscles grew bigger and more pumped in every picture. There were more photos at this point showing his muscles growing so rapidly that his body was distorted and crippled looking. When standing, he looked slightly bent over like an ape. His wide upper back was thick as hell. Ridges and bulges blistered his suit.

Chaz looked around as if to make sure he was alone. There were no sounds but the low rumble of the furnace and the hum of the lights above. Chaz pulled the zipper on his quilted suit open a bit over his thick chest. He tugged off his baggy knit hat and stuffed it into his sleeve over his shoulder. The room might have only been in the low 60s, but it was warm under all his cold-weather gear. The man looked over his shoulder again. His dick was so hard. Chaz reached down slowly under the belt at his waist, cinching in the bulk of the down suit and raised the lower end of the zipper. His hand disappeared into the red suit and opened several more layers hidden inside. Soon he was kneading and squeezing his fat dick with a hand hidden in the hole over his crotch. Chaz continued reading through Marco’s file and studying the photos of his crazy transformation. Chaz was breathing hard as he read.

The notes talked about the man’s continued obsessive need to work out despite his nearly complete immobilization. Photos showed him doing barbell curls with arms so blown up, his range of motion couldn’t have been more than five inches. Yet the man had 300 pounds on the bar. His biceps were so blown up it looked as if he had basketballs stuffed down the shrink-wrapped suit and every other muscle in his upper body was just as outrageously huge. About the time the hose appeared in the guy’s mouth in pictures, the codpiece that had covered the man’s ridiculously huge privates was removed. In photos after that the man had the milking device on his cock or it hung out freely as if it no longer fit inside his suit. It looked long like a thick purple snake rising from his hips always straining for attention. Many photos showed the man obsessively working it even as he tried to force his distorted body to work out. The photos often showed the handsome man’s strained features, whether distorted from the strain of heavy lifting or sexual climax. The man seemed to go through his day always straining for more. Various times, Sanderson had wrote about his hopes of the hog topping 1000 pounds before he was done. He rationalized that with his unexpectedly widened frame that the hog would be able to pack on more mass than other subjects. Starting out at 175 pounds at 5”5”, Marco had the look of someone easily over 200. Once the man was penned up at the farm and forced to grow into a widened out 5’8” he didn’t weigh any more than Andy did now but looked far heavier. His ever-growing muscles had turned him in a blimp. The oddly squatted-looking man seemed to look shorter the bigger he grew. The more the man’s muscles blew up, the more he looked like some giant has stepped on an ideally muscled, tall man and flattened him like some cartoon character. Over the pages of the file, the mad scientist wrote about his growing fears that his hog would never reach 900 pounds, let alone 1000, due to his growing immobility problems.

At any rate, the photos of the odd transformation was driving Chaz’s dick wild. The file dated during the fall of 2014 showed Marco losing his battle for mobility as the hose in his mouth fueled his growth to insane levels. The photos from this time showed the man in his reclining stool growing bigger and bigger. His overpowered joints had all but disappeared, lost between wildly blown-up balls of muscles. His arms seemed permanently bent as if continually flexing his forearms that were bigger than Chaz’s thighs and upper arms that threatened to destroy his tortured suit. The early photos at this stage showed the man able to still jerk his always horned dick but as he grew, his useless arms were forced wider and wider away pulling his hands from his body. Then the milker was slipped over his massive dick permanently. Chaz was dazed by the photos. Poor Marco’s muscles were stretching the suit thin as if his rubber-muscled body had slowly been so blown up that the elastic neoprene couldn’t take anymore. Like Andy, the man’s handsome features were hidden under untrimmed whiskers and long hair. His head looked tiny compared to suck insane mass.

Sanderson had a hydraulic hoist over the cage that allowed him to lift and move the muscle hog with heavy straps around his chest. The photos showing him using it to set the muscle blimp on a huge scale, made Marco look like some helmetless deep-sea diver as if the man was lost deep within some thick, space-age, bloated dive suit. Lifted up like that exposed the hose in the man’s ass that kept his wastes flushed and cleaned out. All the hoses hanging off the man just made him look that much more like a muscle-bound parade balloon, especially when hanging six feet in the air, stiff-limbed as he was moved to the scale for his daily weigh-in. Every time and date recorded showed the man growing at a ridiculous rate. His traps swelled up behind his head. His enormous chest and shoulders seemed to be absorbing the man’s head as he grew. When he was seated on what looked like a huge dentist’s chair, everything below his nose was hidden behind his chest. The hose trailed up and over his swollen pecs to his hidden mouth. The effect left the poor man with a shifty-eyed look of panic as if his head was slowly being absorbed into his over-muscled torso, with suffocation soon to follow. Chaz wondered if Sanderson could have put the guy in some sort of neck brace and then given Marco another muscle cream treatment and stretched his neck out to a more natural look, but then he was sure the lunatic had no concerns over the man’s comfort.

Marco made Chaz think of photos he had seen as a kid of record-breaking fat hogs in China. The hogs were fed until they were too fat to stand or walk and weighed well over a thousand pounds. Not that poor Marco was fat at all. This obscene science experiment still seemed to solely be feeding his outrageous muscles forcing them to grow beyond anything humanly useable or desirable… desirable to anybody but Chaz’s dick that is. The hunter was on edge as he studied the photos while jerking his muscle obsessed cock hidden within his cold weather gear. The next page had a series of photos showing the disintegration of Marco’s rubber suit. Chaz’s cock began to drip. The timeline showed over a day the suit was torn apart slowly starting first with the left shoulder, until the muscle freak was completely naked as he sucked constantly on the feeding hoses and writhed as best his limited movement allowed as he was milked to another climax. Marco’s skin looked tortured and a bit pink. There were stretch marks under his arms and over his pecs, shoulders, and bis. His thighs, too, looked as if the muscle was about to rip through his tortured skin. The man didn’t have any signs of fat on his body, though his oversized muscles were certainly fattened to the point of having the same effect as if the man were weighed down under 700 pounds of fat. Still, the vats of muscle fuel trickled into the man night and day, forcing him to grow bigger and stronger even though he could no longer move.

Sanderson’s constant notes always made mention of the soon-to-be-seen signs of fat growth that would mark the hog’s completed fattening. Pages dated in October 2014 ecstatically recorded that finally the long-awaited fat deposits began to appear, marking the inability of the hog to put on more muscle. One of the photos taken from below the hoisted up man showed an almost donut like mound rising up on his huge chiseled ass that seemed to circle his hose implanted between the huge mounds. Over the next few days, other signs were recorded and circled in the photos: a swelling under his chin, a mounding of his deeply quilted abs.

Once the man had had the hose shoved down his throat, his tormentor had Marco write down what his transformation felt like. The early reported comments usually begged for more food or for more time on the milker. The comments were always about his undying hunger or sex drive, and usually pleading for more. The comments once the fat began to show were different, though no less pleading. “Hard to breathe…please stop…feel going to pop…skin hurts…so tight…no more…please… getting too big…help me…” Pictures of the man’s face looked as if he had been posed to illustrate the comments. His eyes looked worried and shifted back and forth as if watching in horror as his muscled body swelled up around him. His cheeks now looked inflated and even his lips seemed to have started to swell up around the hose. Chaz had been dripping but he pulled his hand out of his suit as he had visual evidence of final stages of what that sick bastard had planned for Andy …and for him.

The next page of photos showed the man’s face swell up a bit more and become fleshier. His jowls swelled as if he had the mumps. There was always drool dripping from his plump lips around the hose implanted in his face now. By no sane sense was Marco growing fat. His parade float muscle development was still predominant, but some of his vascularity began to disappear. His tortured skin seemed oddly swollen. His muscled gut swelled out in something a bit different looking from the overstuffed roid gut look that Andy got when he ate. The next page announced that the hog had ripened. His weight was 687.4 pounds. The crazy fucker had removed the hoses and hoisted the man to his feet. He photographed Marco from every possible angle. The man looked like some cartoon figure brought to life. The mounds of his delts and chest were far bigger than his head. Every muscle looked as if it had been pumped so full and hard that the only possible conclusion of more forced growth would result in muscles popping like overfilled blood balloons. The man’s upper body was weighed down under rolls and rolls of tapering muscles to a small waist that may still have been 48 inches around. His ass was huge but all muscle, despite the blown up donut ring of fat. The man’s thighs swelled well beyond his hips and were damn near round now. They had swelled down covering what parts of his knees that his over muscled lower legs hadn’t sucked in. His calves looked as if someone had shoved a bicycle pump into them and blown them up until the huge mounds pressed into his hams and rested on his heels. Marco looked like he had been photoshopped. The poor man’s mouth hung open, and often his tongue appeared on his fat, cracked lips as he panted for air. No matter what Chaz’s perverted dick thought, the hunter was shocked at the results of the insane man’s torture.

Chaz turned the page, expecting more photos of the man’s freakish results. The top of the page had the date 10/31/14 written in heavy ink. He stared down, struck dumb for a moment by what he saw…not understanding. The images were all bright red and wet-looking. Then the avid hunter realized what he was seeing. It was photos of the butchering of the fatted “hog”. Chaz jumped, shoving the book away in horror. The notebook and others crashed into the wall and were scattered across the floor. “That sick bastard”, his mind screamed. Chaz turned and dropped to his knees. The man vomited. The hunter wasn’t queasy about anything. He always prided himself, even at a young age, on his ability to do whatever was necessary in pursuit of wild game and had helped gut and butcher since he was old enough to hunt. This was completely different.

Chaz rested for a time, rocking on his knees with his head against the cold floor. “I got to get out of here. I should never have left Andy alone after what he had been through. That insane cocksucker might have him even now!” All the while, “10/31/14, he butchered the man”, flashed through his mind like a neon sign. When Chaz had calmed enough, he raised his head. He spit, trying to get the awful taste out of his mouth. The tired man looked up. The walk-in freezer door was right in front of him. “10/31/14”. Chaz jumped to his feet and ran into the subzero room. The shelves were stacked with white paper-wrapped meat. He grabbed a package from a chrome shelf. “10/31/14” the label said with some undecipherable code. Chaz dropped it and grabbed another “10/31/14”; another “10/31/14”. The horrified man grabbed package after package to see the same date with the realization that not only was the crazed pervert Sanderson a cannibal, but he had surely fed Andy on the meat of Marco!

Just then, there was movement behind him. Chaz paused and listened to a slight dragging sound again, then silence. Chaz slid a hand into his suit and pulled out a Glock. He spun fast with the gun ready to shoot, holding it out before him. “Don’t move! Put your hands up or I’ll shoot!”

There was Kirk Sanderson standing behind a chrome shelf full of food containers that separated him from the door and the beefy hunter. Chaz had a bead on him, so there was no way he could run for it. The sick fucker had been hiding in the freezer all the time! “Move!” Chaz bellowed.

The man stood, not looking at him. His head was down as he stared at the floor in front of him. He moved slightly, slowly as if rocking a bit. The man was huge, with big round shoulders and jacked arms. His chest was thick as hell. The man looked defeated. He didn’t even look up now that he had been captured. It was as if he were trying to pretend Chaz wasn’t there or talking to someone else.

Chaz yelled, “I said move! Get out there and lay on the floor spread-eagled! Now! Move or so help me god, I’ll blow your fucking brains all over this room!” When the man made no move to follow orders, Chaz raised a boot and kicked the shelf unit that separated them. The chrome shelves banged into the hulk, causing his head to rock back and his muscled body to turn. Then he fell to the floor in a heap with a loud slap.

Chaz jumped back, crushing the shelf unit behind him as shelves, containers, and frozen packages of what was left of Marco crashed to the floor and skidded across the cold cement. His gun went off as he stumbled with a deafening explosion! The big hunter winced as the shot went through the ceiling, but didn’t ricochet around the area. Chaz’s back hit the wall through the falling shelves as he sank to the floor, staring at the sight before him in horror!

Kirk Sanderson lay face down on the floor with his head turned to him. Half of his skull was crushed completely in. He stared at Chaz with foggy, lifeless eyes. A heavy meat hook was impaled into the back of his meaty neck, and until seconds before had hung the carcass on the wall. The man was missing his right arm to the shoulder and both legs. His clothes were ripped open and soaked in dried blood. The man had been partially butchered! His ass was gone and parts of his right chest.

Chaz felt his belly lurch. He kicked his feet as he struggled to get up off the slick floor. The panicked man struggled through the open door and stuck his head into a wastebasket and threw up for the second time in minutes. His body revolted after what he had seen. “Andy, what did you do?” The man thought as he forced himself up away from the stinking mess.

Chaz suddenly knew he had to get out of there. He had to leave and head straight to town! There was no way he could go back to Andy now…after this. The tortured man had been pushed over the edge into twisted madness. Chaz had to go straight to town for help. It would be an even tougher trip now that it was so late in the day, with the extreme cold setting in and the extra miles to cover. Chaz had no choice. He dove at the table for his shotgun and backpack. He had to move!

Just then, a shadow moved behind him. Before he could even turn, huge arms grabbed him and pulled him close. Andy’s voice said quietly, “I told you not to come here. I tried to tell you that coming here would ruin everything! You wouldn’t listen to me, and now look what you’ve done!” The man was breathing hard as he squeezed Chaz in his massive arms, holding him tightly to his chest. Andy had leaned back, pulling Chaz’s feet from the floor. The hunter could barely breathe. He felt the man’s coarse whiskers rub against his neck.

Chaz grunted, “Everything will be all right, Andy. I’ll get you help…they will understand…we have proof…”

“No! You don’t understand! I would have done anything for you. We could have gotten away from here. It would have been perfect. Now you…now you’ve ruined everything!” The muscle freak was starting to make that humming sound that he did when his panic attacks came. He rubbed his forehead across Chaz’s down-coated shoulder over and over.

Chaz tried to struggle, but there was nothing he could do. His feet were off the floor, and his arms were pinned to his sides.

Andy turned and leaned the man over one of the lab tables. It felt like he was crushing him as Andy’s weight now pressed into him as well as his crushing arms. Chaz felt dizzy, and there was a pounding in his ears. He noticed, too, a sharp smell in the air. Something medicinal. Andy said into his ear, “You’re not calling the shots anymore, Chaz, I am. I need to think.”

With a surprising move. The man shoved a white towel over Chaz’s face. It was covered with something wet that the man was helpless but to breathe in. The room spun, and then there was nothing.

Chaz was floating. His belly spun as he floated high off the ground. He could see the crowds below cheering and laughing as they followed him down the street. The man must have been four or five stories off the ground. He was enormous now like a blown-up, blimp-sized bodybuilder. He was being paraded down the street with his arms and ankles tethered to long ropes. He was stretched out face down. Chaz knew who did this to him: it was Andy. Andy got mad at him and stuffed a hose down his throat, then blew him up like a giant Michelin Man on steroids. Andy said Chaz wanted to look like this. That was nuts. Who would want to be so big? His useless muscle muscle-bound arms reached clear across the street …20 …25 feet. He had to be over 30 feet tall now and ginormous with enormous, inflated muscles to match…so inflated that he now floated like a Macy’s parade balloon. People laughed and pointed at the helpless balloon-muscled man. It embarrassed Chaz that he had gotten in this position…that he let Andy do this to him. He was so confused.

His stomach swirled as he floated in the air, bounced around and pulled forward by the ropes on his wrists and ankles. He was flying. He had this sense of flying like a bird, which was great in a way, but wrong at the same time. Nothing made sense. Andy would just laugh at him now and tell him that he knew Chaz liked it because his dick was so hard. It was like Andy was somehow in his head talking to him. The truth was Chaz’s dick was stiff, throbbing hard, and that embarrassed him too. Everybody in the street below could see his giant throbbing erection and was laughing at him for it. Way down below, he could see his family in a little pack staring up at him in disgust. The crowd was enjoying the scene, but his family was stealing glances over their shoulders as they talked to one another with their backs to him. The helpless man could just imagine what they were saying. Chaz knew he embarrassed them by being a bodybuilder. He always had. They always thought he was a bum for being a bodybuilder…now look at him…what he had done to himself! How could he ever explain this to them? That he didn’t really want to be so big. That Andy had done this to him. How his muscles got so blown up that he looked like a joke…a helium-filled joke. They would never believe him. His family would say Chaz was crazy and kept working his muscles until he finally blew up like that. They would say he was just trying to blame this on somebody else when all along it was Chaz who took those drugs and lived in the weight room and ate enough for three people. Responsibility! It was always responsibility with them. He’d heard the same lecture his entire life. Chaz had done this to himself, they would say. He never wanted to take responsibility and grow up…that he lived in a fantasy world full of superheroes and freaks, and now he was the biggest freak of all.

Chaz was mad all over again at Andy for what he’d done. The hunter had tried to help the man, and this was the thanks he got! He wanted to get even but he couldn’t even stand on the ground now. He just floated like a helpless balloon man. As the worried man was pulled along the street by the ropes, he heard Andy talking again. “Fuck,” Chaz grumbled. His throat ached. Andy had lost all his crazy overgrown muscles too. Now Chaz looked like the crazy one all blown up. Andy looked like a long-haired Mr. O with his pretty-boy looks. “Damn,” Chaz thought. He hated him. Chaz wanted to yell at Andy for what he had done, but he was so far away down below.

Still, Chaz could hear his voice so plain as if he was right there beside him.

“Come on wake up, Chaz. You are almost awake. I hear you mumbling. Open your eyes and look at me.”

It sounded like Andy was right beside him. That deep, deep voice of his. What was he talking about? Andy tried to open his eyes. The light was blinding. He stumbled back. His feet were on the ground! He had floated back down. His body must be deflating. Chaz could walk…he could get away now. Get away from everybody and their laughter. The light was so bright it hurt his eyes. Like a spotlight burning through his closed eyelids. The man tried to cover his eyes with his hands. He couldn’t reach his face. Chaz backpedaled, but his hands were still floating in the air held tight by the ropes of the little people who showed him off like a human balloon. They had his head tied too! They were pulling his head up like an animal in a halter. He tried to sit down on the ground, but he couldn’t. He didn’t want to float away again. Chaz began to panic. His arms hurt like they were trying to pull them out of their sockets. “No,” he tried to yell. “Let me go!” The words came out as gibberish and echoed in his ears. He couldn’t even talk. His throat hurt. Nothing made sense anymore.

As he struggled, Chaz felt arms slip under his and lift him up. He felt the huge warm body move closer to his backside as it held Chaz up and circled his chest. “It’s okay, take a deep breath. Just relax. Everything is okay. You woke with a start.” The voice was Andy’s. The huge man’s body felt warm against Chaz. The hunter was freezing. Andy’s hyper-jacked arms felt good sliding over his chest, comforting him. “You were just having a bad dream.” Andy’s whiskers slid over his shoulder, making scratching sounds across slick nylon.

Chaz knew where he was. He realized he was still in bed with the massive man in the chilly cabin. He must have had a wild nightmare. He could smell Andy’s hair and feel his warm breath on his neck. He could sleep here like this forever. It seemed funny. He had woken with such a panic. Andy talked soothingly into his ear. He said something about how Chaz had helped him, so Andy was going to help Chaz in return.

He was safe in the cabin with Andy. Chaz knew what Andy was referring to. He had helped him blow a load. The memory made him feel good but embarrassed too. He knew he shouldn’t but Chaz liked how the man’s over-muscled body felt pressed up against his backside. It made Chaz feel small but protected. That was the funny part, most people thought Chaz was huge. Andy was the huge one. The tired hunter knew he should get up and put more wood on the fire, but it felt good to lie against the poor muscle freak even though it was wrong…the poor muscle freak…

Andy’s voice said slowly and soothingly. “Everything is fine now. You had a bad dream is all. No more struggling, or I’ll have to chain up your legs too. I know what I have to do now…I know you want this, too. You have hardly talked about anything else since we met. I’m going to pay you back for all you have done for me, Chaz.” There was a clanging metallic noise overhead as the enormous man talked quietly in Chaz’s ear.

Chaz’s eyes shot open. He was in the cave with Andy! Not just the cave but the cage. Everything seemed foggy. He looked up at the bars overhead. His wrists were chained to the bars. His ankles had chains on them too, but weren’t pinned to the cage walls so when Chaz tried to move, he dragged the heavy chains with him, weighing him down. Andy had his huge arms around him and was talking quietly in his ear. The groggy man only picked up bits and pieces of what he was saying. Chaz was rapidly trying to take everything in as his senses slowly seemed to come back to him. He was still in his red suit, but it was different. It felt baggier, and Andy’s huge hands slid it over his chest as he petted him. Chaz felt cold. There were his guns on a table outside the cage. His hunting clothes were in a pile on the floor next to them. Chaz’s eyes shifted to the mirrored walls. The chest of the down suit was opened to his navel. He wore one of the neoprene suits underneath his Arctic suit, but was still freezing. Andy had stripped him naked and changed his clothes while he was knocked out. What else had he done?

Chaz pulled his head to one side away from the man. Something was holding his head up. Then there was a sharp pain in his neck. He noticed the IV bag and stand next to him. A hose trailed from the bag to his neck where a needle was in a fat vein. The line was taped to his neck. He tried to talk. His jaws ached. He tried to close his mouth, but he couldn’t. Chaz began to panic again. He felt something in his throat. He gagged and started to choke. “Help me,” he tried to say, but it just came out garbled. He then looked at his reflection in the mirror. He had a hose in his mouth…a huge hose that hung from the top of the cage, pulling his chin up. He could feel it go deep inside him. He couldn’t pull it out no matter how much he wanted to.

Andy was saying. “It’s okay. It’s just a little bump on your head, nothing serious. You dropped so fast when I chloroformed you that I didn’t have time to catch your head. It rolled off my arm and banged that table pretty hard, but it’s just a lump and a bruise.”

Chaz did have a bruised lump on his forehead above his left eye. He still felt so groggy. The hunter realized he was completely trapped by the man…his prisoner. Chaz began to struggle and he threw his broad shoulders, trying to push the man away.

Andy stepped back. “Calm down, calm down there. I’d better hook these up.” The huge man squatted down and pulled the chain on Chaz’s left leg to the wall and locked it into the bracket on the cage. “You might hurt yourself.” The move pulled his leg well out to the side. The man shifted to Andy’s other side and repeated the move on his right leg. Chaz’s limbs were now stretched wide.

“No…No…” Chaz croaked over the hose. The man was aware of a new sensation. It felt as if he had a greased-up icicle slipping around in his ass! His eyes shifted over to the side mirror. His bare ass was hanging out…no wonder he was freezing. Chaz then realized he must have woke up just as the crazy gay muscle freak was going to fuck him! “No…no…” The panicked man shook his head. How can I fight this? Chaz’s panicked mind wondered. Yet he knew there was no way he could fight this. He was completely at Andy’s mercy now.

The huge man rose slowly. Andy reached up and grabbed the hose that trailed to Chaz’s mouth up near a spool overhead. He gave it a tug, causing the spool to spin, releasing more hose. Chaz was able to lower his head to a more natural position. Andy saw Chaz’s terrified expression as he turned and looked at the side mirror and his bare muscled ass and hams hanging out. “Don’t worry. I was just zipping you back up. I’m not surprised slipping in that ass plug woke you up. I tried to warm it with my hands for you, but I’m sure it still felt cold. I thought about using hot water, but was afraid it would get too hot. Lots of sensitive skin down there. Don’t worry, it will warm up fast now. It’s always cold back here in the cave, but trust me, in a while you will be thankful for it. You’re going to be burning up when the muscle cream starts working.” The man reached down between Chaz’s ass cheeks as he spoke and shoved something with his thick fingers. Chaz felt that cold ice cycle slide deeper inside him. It felt huge. The sliding thing was having disturbing effects on him. The man moaned over the hose in his throat. It almost felt good, even if it was so wrong. Chaz was almost as horrified to find his kinky dick was rock hard and Andy’s touch seemed to ring moisture from it. Chaz hated his disloyal cock. Every time Chaz moved the plug slid around in his ass driving him wild. Suddenly, it was all he could think about.

Andy began tugging on the zipper of the rubber suit. Chaz could hear and feel it stretch and swallow his butt as it was closed. Then Andy brought the zipper’s clasps together on his Arctic suit. The suit had twin zippers that met over the lower back, that when opened would lower an ass flap down over the back of his legs giving access without having to remove the suit. The hunter had loved the feature during his winter hunting trip. Now it too seemed to betray him. Andy continued talking as he worked in a matter-of-fact way. “I know being such a vanilla straight guy that the plug has to seem…like an invasion, but trust me. It’s going to be your best friend after all this starts, plus it is a necessity during the cream filling.”

Twice the huge man had confirmed what Chaz had already surmised: Andy was about to use the muscle morphing process on Chaz! The terrified man wanted to talk to the sick man, to reason with him, but the hose made stringing more than a couple of words together torture. “Why…why…why?” The man repeated.

The muscle blimp came around to his front side. He removed rubber gloves before stepping through the open cell door to a sink. Andy scrubbed his hands like a surgeon before he put on a fresh pair of gloves. “Geez, Chaz, I’ve explained it like three times, you keep fading in and out and can’t remember anything.” The man came back into the cell and looked into Chaz’s eyes as he clamped a big paw on the back of his neck. Andy seemed happy. His large green eyes seemed to dance. “You were out for a long time…” the man sighed and shifted his eyes toward a clock on the wall. “It’s after midnight, now. I had lots of time to think, and I only came up with one real option that made sense. I’m going to turn you into a muscle hog.” The man’s thick lips parted into a smile. His long nose wrinkled as he gave a couple hog-like snorts and chuckled.

Chaz shook his head. “No…no…please.”

Andy patted his shoulder. “I know you are nervous about it all, but believe me, you want this as much as I do, and the pain when you grow really isn’t worse than a bad day in the gym. It’s just that it’s all over every inch of your body. Plus a monster dick that spews non-stop for a couple days helps make up for the aches and pains.”

Chaz shook his head, wanting to argue. He choked a bit. “No…no…no…” was all he could spit out.

Andy grinned a bit. He ran his hand over the back of Chaz’s neck. “Relax, bro. You’ll fuck up your vocal cords trying to talk over that hose. You keep saying, ‘No, no…’ but everything about you has said ‘hell, yes’ since I met you. Your constant questions about being so big, that over active cock, your stories about boning up tricking your old training partner to stuff himself till he about pop, putting on my old suit to work your pud! Dude, if anybody was made for this crazy shit it was you!”

Chaz shook his head. His finger on his chained hand shifted and pointed to the wall where the walk-in freezer was…where Chaz had found the half-butchered remains of the crazed cannibal Sanderson. “No!” Chaz grunted.

The happy freak’s eyes followed Chaz’s finger. A shadow fell over the handsome freak’s face. “I don’t want to talk about that. It upsets me. You should never have seen that.” The man grew nervous. He dropped his head, letting his hair drape around his face. Chaz noticed his hands were trembling, and Andy made faint noises deep in his throat. He began to hum very faintly, almost as if he was trying to hide it from Chaz. “No, Chaz, I have to do this. It is the only way, now that you saw… what you did … but it will be okay. I thought and thought about it while you were sleeping. Even if you swore not to tell and we took off west together some day somebody would find this place… then everything would come out…or maybe you would tell. You’re such a straight arrow in more ways than one…” Andy had a faint grin as he spoke the words. “…I know that you would tell…you would feel compelled to…”

As Andy spoke, Chaz shook his head, saying no as if to promise he wouldn’t tell. The man would agree to anything just to get away at that point.

“Yes, you would. You are so honest. Then it came to me that there was a way to stop you…to make it so nobody would believe you, like when I got away that night and ran to those cops… it was obvious to me, what I had to do.”

All Chaz heard was “there was a way to stop you…” Chaz knew the crazy hulk was going to do the same thing to him as he had done to Sanderson and what the crazed scientist had planned to do to Andy. The man’s months of torture had shoved him over the deep end. He was now as crazy has his ‘Gunther’ had been.

Chaz’s panic reached a fevered pitch. “No …no…please…Andy…don’t kill…me…not …like…this!”

Andy looked up with a start, shaking the hair from his eyes. “I’m not going to kill you!” He threw his arms around the trembling, chained man. “I would never hurt you, Chaz, ever! You saved me! I’d be completely nuts without you. You haven’t been listening to what I am saying. I am doing this for you cause I know you will love being like this, to pay you back, but to keep you quiet too! See, if I blow you up like me and then you try to run to the cops, they won’t believe you…they will look at you all swelled up like 700 pounds of muscle and then look at me…” the man stiffened up his massive body as if he had swelled up more as he described the changes to come. “…they will think you are just like me…I mean, guilty like me. People have to do something crazy to get this big…I know how the cops are. Once I get you all hulked out, you would be cutting your own throat to tell anybody what happened up here.”

Chaz listened dazed. He didn’t believe the man. Andy was nuts. He could snap at any minute like he must have with Sanderson. It wasn’t that he had beaten his skull to a pulp, Chaz would have done the same in his shoes. Hell, Chaz had come here to kill the man! It was that Andy had butchered and eaten the man! Andy wasn’t just troubled, he had been driven completely insane by the ordeal.

Andy was busy trying to reassure the man. His huge arms were around him, rubbing his back and clutching his neck with one hand. “I swear a thousand times over …no, a million times, you have nothing to fear from me. I am going to use the muscle cream to hulk you out, that’s all. Then we will be like brothers, real brothers! We can go west like we planned and build your ranch, and plan hunts for people. We will open a gym in part of it. Guys will flock in wanting to look like us freaks. You will see. It will be perfect.”

The wall of muscle stepped back again, rubbing Chaz’s shoulder, now lost inside the baggy suit. The man smiled as if he noticed the suit again. “I put your Stay Puff suit back on you so you can hulk out of it when I muscle cream ya. It will never fit you again anyway, by the time I get done with you, so we bout as well rip it to pieces. With your perfect genes, you are going to be enormous!” His easy, quiet tone had returned as the man went back to work. “Did I ever tell you, I was about to graduate from nursing training when I made that surprise trip to Kirk’s university. Six weeks left. I was top of my class. Seems like decades ago now. So I know all about giving shots and following orders. I have all his notes on what to do and how to make this all work, even if why it does is a mystery. I’ve been reading those files over and over since…” He tossed his head aside and said. “Hell, he had me giving myself shots and tube feedings after a while, so no worries, Chaz. I’ll take care of you.” He was filling another syringe. He then shoved up Chaz’s sleeves and injected it into the meaty part of his forearm. “You are just about ready, bro.” He removed the empty IV bag and line covering the spot with a tiny Band-Aid.

Chaz was breathing hard as he tried to make sense of everything he had woken to. He was trapped! As hard as he tried to come up with a plan, the man who always came up with three ways to do everything, was stumped. He stood looking at the wall that separated the dungeon from the walk-in freezer, unable to clear his mind of the horror there.

The big man was checking his notes again as he removed his gloves. He turned and followed Chaz’s gaze. Andy stood looking at the wall that separated them from the walk-in freezer. His face looked as if Chaz’s gaze was an accusation. Andy was quiet for a minute. “I didn’t plan on that…I had to do it, can’t you see? That I night I hit him…it wasn’t like I told you.” The man started tugging at the smurf suit and the long johns he wore nervously. “He didn’t drop like a bag of rocks. He fell all right, but then he dove at me and attacked. He was like a wild dog.” The bull had opened his suit over his crotch and shoved down the waistband of his underwear. He held his giant dong back under an arm and was pulling out his ball sack as he turned toward Chaz. There were welts and some purple rolls and partially healed cuts in his baggy skin. Bits of stitches could be seen. “He tried to chew my balls off… I had to stitch it back up myself… The blood was spurting out…I had to stop him…I hit him and hit him. It took three hits before he dropped. I thought he had chewed my left nut off… I had to kill him. Don’t you see? I kneeled on his chest and kept hitting him. It would have been him or me…he was wild…but later I knew he was dead …I mean…you saw him…I thought he was dead.”

Andy looked down and shook his head. “I know it doesn’t make sense, but later I couldn’t make him shut up. Gunther started taunting me. He just kept on me, telling me what he was going to do and how I was his hog and he was going to eat me, and I couldn’t get away. Over and over …I could still hear him …taunting and laughing like he does. For days, he just kept up that ranting even though I knew he was dead. I had to shut him up! That’s why I did it.” The man had turned away and was shoving his privates back inside his tortured clothes. “I did to him what he had planned for me … and you! His voice finally stopped ranting at me!” Andy whispered as if they might be overheard. “I’m afraid if you make me keep talking about him, he will start in again. I can’t stand it if he does. Not now.”

The man was twitchy when he turned back. “Don’t you see, I’d never do that to you! Gunther was evil! I’m just going to hulk you out like me. We will be real brothers then. I know you want this!” The man looked down and shook his head as he rapidly repeated his main points. He seemed more relaxed again when he lifted his head. “You’re just worried. I was too, when he did this to me, but you don’t have to be. I’ve told you how this works and what to expect…it’s not like when I went through the cream filling. Everything will be okay, Chaz, I swear! Once you get a taste and feel the pressure start to grow, you will forget about worrying.” The man grinned. “Tell me again, how you don’t want this!” Andy reached down and ran a knuckle over Chaz’s raging boner. Chaz jerked back at his hips, trying to avoid the man’s touch. “You want this as much as I do. The dick don’t lie.”

Andy reached up and released a lock on the hose that trailed down to the worried man’s mouth, freeing it from overhead. “First thing, before we start, I need to make sure that hose is in your belly and not your lungs. You should be ready to blow up by now.” He reached down and unzipped Chaz’s artic suit as low as it would go, exposing his neoprene-coated belly. Andy gave his belly a rub as Chaz shook his head no and tried to pull away from him. The man’s panic was at a fevered pitch. Andy brought the hose to his mouth, letting a grin flash before he blew steadily but slowly into the hose.

The dazed hunter felt pressure grow in his belly. Chaz grunted and instinctively tried to reach down and touch his muscled belly, the chains raddled overhead. He could feel his belly growing. His panicked eyes shifted to the mirrors. The man’s stomach appeared in the opening of the red suit and slowly ballooned. Chaz could feel his muscles and skin stretch as the muscled freak blew into the hose. He was sprouting an instant roid gut. There was no pain, just a growing sense of pressure as Andy forced more air into him. Chaz’s belly wasn’t the only thing blowing up on him. He had never had an erection like this! His cock just seemed to get harder and fatter by the second. It felt huge.

Andy was panting when he pulled the hose from his thick lips and trapped the end to his over-muscled chest, sealing his breath in Chaz. He ran a callused paw over the muscle-quilted mound erupting out of the red suit. “Perfect placement, I’d say.” Andy panted proudly. “How’s that feel?”

Chaz’s muscled gut now blistered the neoprene, making him look oddly rubber-skinned. The dazed hunter couldn’t even grunt his single-word comments now. The pressure took his breath away. He grunted and slobbered over the heavy hose in his mouth. He may have dreamed of instantly blowing up like this since he was a kid. None of the binge eating had come close to this! All he could do was moan and grunt in response to Andy’s question. His muscled gut looked like one of those super heavy bodybuilders after twenty years of heavy training whose abs and stomachs are so thick, anytime they aren’t flexing they look pregnant. Chaz tried to suck the mound back in, to flatten his stomach but he couldn’t. His tortured abs just became more defined as a result. The move just increased the pressure to the point he was afraid his head might suddenly blow up like a beach ball. This couldn’t have been really happening. It had to be another fucked up dream like the one of him floating down the street like a parade balloon. Chaz told himself he would wake up any minute…yet he wasn’t sure he wanted to wake up.

The handsome hulk grinned as he poked and rubbed the new mound on the stud’s waist. “Yep the process has had plenty of time to start working now. You are ready to blow up like a balloon, my friend.” Andy grinned before he expanded his huge chest and returned the hose to his thick lips and blew again.

The pressure grew in Chaz’s gut, blowing his muscled belly out even more. The neoprene suit was tight enough now that it gave off tortured stretching sounds as he inflated making it seem as if his rubber muscled body was protesting his inflation. Chaz’s instant roid gut swelled slowly bigger. His thick abs and obliques seemed to resist the growth, causing the sense of pressure to grow and Andy to work hard. Chaz’s eyes shifted from the roid gut in the mirror to the hulk blowing into the hose beside him and back again, as he tried to make sense of his new reality.

Andy didn’t stop blowing into the hose until Chaz’s muscled gut was enormous. The open zipper on the suit cut into the sides of the blown-up mound. The only thing more blown up than Chaz’s muscle gut was his eyes as he stared transfixed at his reflection. The man could only wonder how he had not popped like an overfilled balloon by now. It looked as if Andy had stuffed a weather balloon into the neoprene suit and blown it up to capacity. No, a weather balloon wouldn’t have been wrapped in bulging muscles. It was as if he had swallowed the weather balloon and then watched it blow up inside him! He had never imagined anything so wild.

Andy held the hose to his chest again as he caught his breath. “See Chaz, I told you…you got nothing to worry about. I mean look at that roid gut! You don’t feel any pain, right?” The huge man ran his hand over the belly balloon.

The dazed hunter shook his head. “No.”

“Just a lot of pressure, but knowing you probably love that. You won’t pop, not now.” Andy grinned as he worked to win the worried man over. “Talk about blown up!” The hulk crotched down beside him and ran a knuckle over Chaz’s blown-up cock. The move hit Chaz like a lightning strike. His swollen dick went into seizures. The trapped man blew a load of mythic proportions. His entire body revolted as he twisted and jerked at the chains. Chaz chewed and grunted over the hose in his throat as he released what felt like buckets of cum into the tight suit. Each eruption felt as if cups full of warm lube were pumped in over his privates. Chaz could see the elastic suit bulge like a pulsating balloon around his enormous dick bulge with every spasm. The man had never had a cum explosion like this before. It was as if he had suddenly discovered his dick for the first time. The whole room seemed to spin. Chaz could hear a wild animal howling in the distance, but then realized the whelping sounds were coming from him. He could feel the warm cum run down his thighs as he shot again and again. It seemed like it would never stop. Then he was hit with exhaustion. His whole body trembled as he hung limp from the chains. He was mumbling over the hose in his mouth.

The happy freak was beside him with Chaz’s chin in his hand. He was shaking him a bit. “You’re okay, buddy. Take a deep breath.” When Chaz’s eyes shifted over as if he suddenly recognized the over-muscled man, Andy grinned. “Just think, that was a little cum storm…like a precum drip. The muscle cream fueled cum bombs knocked me out.”

Chaz was mumbling and grunting over the hose as Andy pulled the other end away from his chest. The air began to flow out of Chaz’s gut as the pressure dropped. Andy let the hissing hose hang from above as he went back to work, checking his notes. “Fuck bro, I could just have fun blowing you up like a human balloon but I guess we better get started…”

Chaz senses seemed to come back to him as his pneumatic roid gut disappeared. Andy was busy checking him over and the machines around him. He could hear the big tank full of muscle cream humming above and the rhythmic beaters stirring the mix, which would soon transform him into a muscle freak beyond his wildest dreams. Chaz’s heart was beating wildly. This was going to happen. This was real. He watched the huge man work, not knowing what to do. There was no way he could escape.

Andy reattached the hose to the fitting above. He then reached under Chaz and closed the zipper over his belly, sealing him inside the soon-to-be too-small artic suit. The big man rubbed the puffy suit over his now normal flat belly as he grinned at the trapped man. “You ready to hulk out little man?” He then unzipped the large hood that was folded back over Chaz’s shoulders, removing it and tossing it aside. “You won’t need this.”

Chaz just looked at him with wide eyes. He couldn’t slow his breathing nor believe this was happening. Andy waddled to the lever that controlled the tank full of muscle cream. He laid a fat hand on the lever and turned to look at Chaz. He tossed his head back, throwing his hair out of his face as he grinned at the hunter.

Chaz’s stomach spun as he waited for the hulk to open the lever releasing the muscle cream to flow into his body. The trapped man remembered every word of the story Andy had told of his own transformation. He knew exactly what was going to happen once Andy opened the valve, releasing the muscle morphing cream. There was no stopping it now.

The hulked out man with the model’s good looks watched Chaz in silence. “Take a last look at yourself, Chaz, before you fatten up.”

Chaz had been doing just that between glances at his soon-to-be twin. Even hidden under the down-filled suit, his body looked impressive. With his arms held overhead, Chaz’s muscled V-taper stood out under the winter clothing. His shoulders looked broad and his chest was thick. The puffy suit made his jacked legs and ass look even stouter. The bodybuilder wished he had checked his weight over the last few days just for a reference. Chaz estimated he weighed around 220 to 225 but didn’t know. The bodybuilding hunter relied on the mirror to judge his condition more than the scales. With his metabolism, Chaz had always been amazed how easily his weight could jump ten pounds either way. He always dropped a bit when at the cabin as he hunted the trails and did repair work. Then again, he had been eating like a horse lately, trying to keep up with the freak who now held him hostage. The man wondered what he would look like once Andy was done. ‘What was he waiting for?’ Chaz wondered. Time seemed to stand still. His heart seemed to be thumping in his ears as he waited for the flow to start.

Chaz felt his over active dick begin to stiffen again. He wondered if all the stuff, Andy had injected and dripped into him was already working on his cock. His bulge, even padded under a layer of quilted nylon, looked huge. Chaz leaned forward from the arm chains as he waited. The bulge hanging from his narrow hips was impressive, like he had a huge triangle-shaped wad of bread dough hidden in his pants. Parts of the bread dough seemed to be rising. His attention drifted back to Andy and the lever that now controlled his fate. The nervous man waited. What was Andy waiting for? Chaz wanted to shout. “If you are going to do it, do it!”

The handsome man grinned and asked again. “You ready to fatten up for me, Chaz?”

What did the man want from him? Chaz wondered. As if he had any way to stop him. The crazy bastard was fucking with him. The hunter grunted as he stifled a wave of anger.

“I want to hear it from you, little man. I don’t want you someday saying, I did this to you. I know you want this …bad…but I want you to say it. You ready to fatten up for me, Chaz?”

Chaz felt his face burn. He jerked the chains overhead in disgust. He grunted loudly over the hose as if to curse the man. A new thought hit. Maybe Andy wasn’t going to hulk him out after all. Maybe he was just doing this to fuck with him…taking him so close…but then denying him the change they both knew he craved. “Do it!” Chaz grunted over the hose. “Do it!”

Andy stepped forward, releasing the lever. He ran his heavy hands over the trapped man’s arms and chest. “Close but not quite there yet. I need you to tell me, you want this. Just admit it and you will soon be living your wildest dreams…”

“Yes,” Chaz said.

“Yes, what?”

Then a bit of a grin flashed across his horse-filled lips. Chaz gave a squealing sound in his best imitation of a pig that he could manage in the situation. Even as the trapped man gave a playful response, something sane in his mind, cried out. “What are you doing?” Some bit of sanity that was being buried back, deep in his mind as the events played out around him. It was a voice Chaz knew well and generally ran his life. A voice that had been nurtured by his parents, teachers, and coaches his entire life. This voice was the driving force in his endless planning for the future. The voice that drove him to come up with three options in every situation. It, too, was the voice he often ignored. Such as when grabbing a fresh beer when Chaz knew he was already well past his limit or the voice he ignored the time Chaz slept with a roommate’s girlfriend, even though he knew the hot girl would throw the disloyalty in his buddy’s face before another day had passed.

Andy laughed. “Why didn’t you just say so in the first place?” His huge arm reached back and turned the lever fully into the open position.

Chaz felt a blast of cold air flow down the hose and into his belly. He felt an increase in pressure as the air flowed into him. The muscle cream oozed down the hose, increasing its weight as the mass moved slowly toward his belly. The nervous man felt cold flow into his core as the goo snaked its way through the long hose. Just when the ice chunk in his ass seemed to have disappeared, it felt as if he was going to be force fed a vat full of heavy ice cream. Chaz could see the frost that had collected on the outside of the stainless steel tank inching down the outside of the rubber hose as the muscle-transforming brew inched closer. Chaz’s heart thumped in his ears as he both feared and wanted to rush what was happening.

Andy picked up a stick and tapped the thick hose, in an effort to speed up the thick slurry mix. “It gets as thick as pudding in the bottom of the tank but will flow better once it starts moving.” He assured Chaz.

The tapping seemed to vibrate clear through his body making the greasy plug in his ass jump in time to Andy’s stick. Chaz could feel the hose growing heavier and pulling down as it filled with the cold mix. His stomach was bloating up slightly, but nothing like when Andy blew into the hose. It felt as if he was being pumped with an extremely cold flow of air-conditioned air. The anxious muscle lover began to tremble as the cold penetrated deep into his core. He shifted from foot to foot as he waited. The chains on his ankles only allowed the man to move barely one foot in any direction. Each step was accompanied by the sounds of heavy chains dragging across the cement floor. Chaz was thankful for the red down suit but wished his hands were free to wrap around his torso in an effort to conserve his warmth. His chin began to quiver as the sense of cold grew. He wished he had the thick hood back and wrapped around his head. The man groaned against the cold.

The huge, muscle-bound nurse was watching the progress of the flow of muscle fuel as he tapped the hose near where moisture droplets and then frost line marked the advancing flow of body morphing goo. He glanced back at Chaz, noting his trembling. “Cold isn’t it?”

“Freezing,” Chaz grunted over the hose.

“Don’t worry, it won’t last for long. Once you hit the expanding foam phase, it is the complete opposite. You will swear that rubber suit is melting to your skin.”

The hunter was beginning to wonder what he had gotten himself into as the chains rattled in time to his trembling body. “Here it comes,” Andy said as his tapping of the hose made Chaz’s teeth vibrate. The cream-filled hose had lost some of its flexibility as it filled with the cold brew. Chaz felt the heavy mix rise over his chin and down into the hose implanted into his core. Seconds later the real cold hit his stomach and fanned out as the forced feeding began.

Chaz had stopped moving as the sensations hit. The trip down the long hose from the tank had seemed frustratingly slow. The filling of his belly seemed completely opposite. Even though it was hidden under the roomy down suit, Chaz could feel his muscled gut stretch and expand as to muscle cream flowed into him. He wanted to taste it, remembering Andy’s descriptions but all he could taste was cold rubber as he sucked on the fat hose.

Andy took up his place behind Chaz with his huge arms under his. He made Chaz stand upright under the cuffs on his wrists as he supported him and ran his hands over the puffy suit, prodding the body hidden within. “I can feel your belly growing in there,” the man said as he grinned over Chaz’s shoulder and looked into the mirror. He slid the fat suit over Chaz’s tight belly. “You’re getting a beer gut, bro.” As the big man shifted and ran his hands over Chaz’s body, he sometimes bumped him from behind causing the greasy plug in Chaz’s ass to slide and shift inside him. The inadvertent contact took Chaz breath away and made his swollen cock drip.

Chaz couldn’t take his eyes off his reflection. The hose in his mouth and the feeling of his belly being stuffed full and growing were driving his crazy kinks wild. He was so horned up, Chaz wanted to direct his captor’s strong hands down to knead his ever-horny dick bulge. Ever since the muscle cream had reached his belly, all Chaz could do was grunt and moan as he was pumped full of the body-transforming brew.

Chaz couldn’t help but notice just how much bigger Andy was than he was. Even with the chained man standing in front of the hulk, Chaz’s body did little to cover up the disparity. Andy’s ridiculously wide and deeply muscled body fanned out behind Chaz, giving him an almost bean pole look, despite all his hard earned mass. The knowledge that Chaz would soon be as big as the bull of a man, made the trapped man’s dick throb. Andy’s deep voice talked soothingly as he told Chaz how good he was going to look once his freaking was complete. The warmth of the bull’s body felt good against Chaz’s body but still that shaft of ice cold down his core made him tremble.

Chaz’s mind was filled with conflicting thoughts. Even as Andy’s touch drove him wild and made him long for more, the man knew it was wrong. The entire situation was wrong. This wasn’t some drunken shared jacking session to be quickly forgotten or would disappear in a case of opportune amnesia. Andy was going to permanently turn Chaz into an over-muscled freak! Though the huge man swore his loyalty, Chaz knew the freak may well be planning to crush his skull in and put him on the menu. Despite it all, Chaz was dying for the transformation to begin. The more tightly his belly was packed with the muscle-transforming fuel, the more Chaz wanted it.

Andy ran his hands over the growing muscle ball hidden under the soft quilted nylon. “You tasting it yet?”

Chaz grunted a disappointed “No.”

The outrageously strong man replied. “Oh.” Suddenly, Andy’s sausage-like muscled fingers seemed to probe the growing gut ball harder. The pressure in his belly grew. It was almost as if the strong man was trying to stop Chaz’s elastic belly from growing as his wide spread fingers palmed the mound. The hulk began massaging his stressed elastic abs with strong hands. Chaz wanted to ask what he was doing, but could only grunt at the treatment. Then there was a rolling sensation in his belly. It rapidly seemed to rise through his chest and into his throat. A loud belch erupted around the hose. The burp was loud and long. It was accompanied by a taste like none other that the man had tasted. It was a bit sweet but not like candy. His taste buds seemed to tingle. Then he felt his mouth begin to fill with a stronger taste of the cream as the body-changing cream flowed back up the hose. It was as if the man’s taste buds multiplied and expanded on contact with the magic sauce. His whole mouth seemed to come alive for the first time in his life. Chaz couldn’t get enough as he began to slobber and suck on the hose. The man moaned as if he had been given a taste of heaven. He began to moan as he sucked at the hose. Chaz couldn’t help it. The backflow was steady and the man sucked over and over driven by the need to taste the magic brew. “More,” he grunted.

Chaz shoved the big man off with his shoulders as he moaned and sucked over those hose. Andy laughed as he waddled up beside the struggling man. “What did I tell ya? “

Chaz’s mind was filled with one goal: to suck in more and more of the muscle cream. “More!” the man demanded over the hose. It was crazy. His belly was blowing up like a balloon and he was sucking on the hose like a starving man and crying out for more. There was a bulge showing under the quilted suit over his tiny waist now. It was growing. “More!” Chaz yelled. His swelling gut looked like someone was slowly blowing up a beach ball under his cold-weather suit.

Chaz was so horned up he couldn’t stand still. Had his arms not been chained, the man would have not been able to keep his hands off his hyper horned cock. As it was, the man began to work his muscled legs, squeezing his seemingly inflated balls and cock hoping for relief. His junk seemed to be packed tighter by the second into his elastic clothes. Chaz was overwhelmed by sensations as his forced feeding continued. He couldn’t stand still as he pulled his feet off the floor by pulling against the chains at his wrists all the while grunting and sucking on the hose. “Ohhh…more…” He grunted. Chaz couldn’t take his eyes off the mirror as he watch his body begin to change. The pressure in his swelling belly grew as his gut tested the confines of his down suit. As crazy as the reality was, there was even erotic pleasure in the pressure in his over-packed gut. “Oh fuck,” Chaz grunted despite his sore throat as it felt as if his entire body was now as sensitive as his always randy cock. The man twisted at the waist as he worked his thighs against his junk. Chaz wanted to catch Andy between his legs so he could hump against him like some over horned dog but he knew the chains restricted him too much for that. “More”…he grunted, followed by, “Faster.”

Andy was busy checking his notes and the big overhead tank. “It’s flowing well now. You got past that heavy layer in the bottom that sets up about like ice cream. You will notice the change now.”

Chaz barked. “More!” As if to demand action from the man.

The happy freak turned as if surprised at the authority in the trapped man’s voice. “Whatever you say, boss.” The waddling freak stepped over to some narrow stairs next to the big shiny metal tank. Andy looked too wide for the metal steps but twisted and stepped up a couple of treads. Chaz noticed for the first time a long handle on the side of the tank. The handle had a rubber grip on the end and several springs and bars connecting it to the frosty humming machine. “We usually use this towards the end to pump the tank completely dry, but this ought to speed things up a bit.” Andy raised an over-muscled arm and pulled down of the long lever. The tank gurgled and the lever creaked.

Chaz thought he could see the black hose bulge a bit as his captor worked the lever back and forth. After two pumps, he felt a huge increase of muscle cream enter his stomach. His packed gut seemed to swell out several more inches due to that one forced gulp of the goo. Andy stood watching for his reaction with a big grin. He then pulled the lever down again. Chaz grunted as he felt the pressure grow. Not only that, now every time Andy pulled the long handle down, another forced wave of the body-transforming fuel was shoved down the hose and into Chaz. The muscle-hungry man loved it. It was as if muscle-bloated Andy were physically force-feeding him as he worked the lever. The hulk pulled the lever all the way down, and then it seemed to spring back into the starting position. Each move must have worked a plunger of some sort in the tank, forcing more muscle fuel into the hose. Chaz could only guess how much each thrust forced into him…a gallon… more?

The mid-section of his soft suit was getting packed full as his overfilled rubber stomach grew bigger with each down stroke of the handle. A couple of pumps of the lever and the muscle cream in his throat and mouth seemed to increase. It was as if his thick neck grew to hold more fuel. The hose seemed to take up less room as it trailed down to his hungry belly. The flowing of the wonderful tasting cream back and forth in his throat was as enjoyable as a good fuck. The man’s cheeks bulged as he sucked on the hose. It tasted so good to the man. There was no way he could ever get enough. Then the man felt something wet and cold on his chin. His eyes shifted to the mirror. A trickle of the muscle cream was leaking from his lips and running down his chin. The realization panicked Chaz. He pursed his lips tightly over the fat hose to seal the leak. Chaz redoubled his sucking and swallowing in an effort to savor every drip. The man grunted and cooed over the hose as if nursing at the tit of freakdom.

Chaz’s stomach wasn’t the only thing growing. His dick and balls felt enormous as if the happy freak was pumping them full of the muscle cream too. Chaz’s dick felt heavy now. All he could see was an enormous bulge under the red quilted nylon. It hung down over his nuts and had to be as fat as his muscled forearm now. It felt as if the hidden neoprene suit was shrink-wrapped over his junk. The cum soaked suit almost felt as if the monster dong had been slathered with lube and ever little move horned him up more. Yet the man’s movement was far too restricted to give Chaz any real relief. He would give anything to be able to reach down and knead it.

The room was loud. The tank above hummed and gurgled. The lever creaked and squealed as Andy played worked it up and down, forcing a flood of muscle cream into the desperate man. Andy kept up his comments and laughs as he looked after Chaz. The hunter realized most of the noise was coming from him as he breathed and grunted as if he was doing heavy squats, going for a record breaker. Every pump of the handle drew a loud series of grunts or gasps from the man as the pressure grew in his gut. Chaz twisted his upper back and was rewarded with several load pops. He began to wonder if the foaming phase would ever start.

Andy relaxed a bit and let the lever go. It rattled back into it resting place as the huge man took a step toward his new pet. The bull of a man ran his hands over Chaz as if doing an inventory of the changes while his deep-voiced cooed and bragged about how Chaz was going to blow up.

Andy’s touch felt as if Chaz’s dick was being stroke no matter where the big man touched. To Chaz, it seemed as if his entire body was a giant sex organ now. Every inch of skin seemed to tremble and was so sensitive. Yet the man was concerned with only one thing: The forced feeding had stopped! The muscle cream still flowed into Chaz like before, only now it seemed a mere trickle. Chaz was panicked. He was starving for the muscle cream. It was like an addiction that had to be fed. His sucking soon left his mouth and throat empty. Chaz couldn’t stop himself. He began to pant; pulling air in and out of his thick nose. Andy couldn’t have given up on working the lever. The normal trickle feeding from the tank did nothing now to increase the pressure in Chaz’s belly. The man’s gut was huge, even though still hidden within his Arctic suit. The pressure Chaz felt was crazy hot as if his packed gut was just as erotic as a hard cock but it didn’t feel anywhere near full. Not by a long shot.

It looked as if Andy had stuffed a huge fit ball into the muscled hunter’s down-filled coveralls and closed the zipper over the mound. The red nylon was pulled tight over his gut while the rest of the puffy suit still slid easily over his neoprene-coated body. The zipper looked strained as it rose up and over the muscle ball. It was pulled tight up under his pecs before it resumed its normal, casual trip to his throat.

Andy smiled as he inspected the man. “I can’t believe you haven’t started rumbling yet.” Andy bent down and put an ear against Chaz’s chest.

Chaz was panting and worrying about his slowed-down feeding. “Feed me!” He grunted.

Andy stood with an ear glued to his chest as he listened. “Shhh, I’m listening.” The huge man shifted, placing one hand on Chaz’s back and sliding his ear over his pecs. As he did his wide thigh rubbed Chaz’s cock bulge.

That’s all it took. Chaz couldn’t stop himself. He began grinding his swollen privates into the man’s over-muscled thigh. He was grunting so loudly he almost barked. The man had never been so horny. It felt so good to grind the mass against something solid.

The long-haired freak rose to his full height with a smile. “Damn, bro. You remind of a dog my Mom had that would hump my leg anytime I sat down. I’m gonna call you Toto.” Andy looked down at the writhing man. Then he reached down and started squeezing Chaz’s huge cock bulge. “Let me help you with that. I owe you one.” Andy chuckled.

Chaz couldn’t believe how sensitive his cock was. Andy’s huge hand felt as if it barely could grip the monster as the man squeezed and kneaded the bulge. Chaz’s knees went weak. The chains and Andy’s strong arm around his waist held him up as he trembled and hollered over the hose in his throat. Andy’s head and shoulder were pressed into his overblown gut ball, horning him even more. Then suddenly it felt as if a water balloon broke open over his junk…then another. Chaz could feel the rubber suit that clung to him swell with each retch of his monster dick. Andy was completely supporting him as the man’s limbs felt like jelly. Chaz didn’t know where he was or what had happened. Everything was spinning around him. Then there was a faint rumble somewhere…like an earthquake that was building and coming closer…

The next thing Chaz knew, his entire body was trembling. There was a roaring in his ears. The bodybuilding hunter felt as if his entire body had been sealed inside a plaster cast. He couldn’t bend his arms or legs. His neck was as stiff as if he wore a brace. He hung from the chains overhead and leaned back into Andy’s arms. “I…can’t…move.” The dazed man grunted.

Andy was laughing. “Here it comes, Chaz! Welcome to the big boys club.” The muscle freak was pushing his stiff-limbed buddy up on his feet like a human statue as he patted his back and shoulders. Andy held him until the trembling man was balanced on two stout, wide-spread legs.

Chaz’s arms were stiff rods over his head. The muscles of his legs were so tight, it felt as if they had turned to concrete. That was the only change Chaz could see. His belly was still massive, and being fed a trickle of the muscle cream. The rest of his muscled body was hidden under the puffy suit. The man began to panic. The process wasn’t working! It had just left Chaz trapped in a useless body. The man grunted and groaned as he tried to pull breath into his rigid body. Chaz’s eyes were huge and shifting back and forth as he tried to make sense of the new development. All the while, the rumbling sounds from his body seemed to be growing. The pressure…that magical pressure he had so craved was still growing.

The happy hulk taking care of Chaz showed none of the worry that gripped the hunter. Andy jumped from the trapped man to checking the tank level and back again as he waited for the transformation to hit. The huge man was almost giddy. Whether it was Andy’s excitement or the contrast between the long-haired hulk and Chaz’s rapid immobility, to the trapped hunter it seemed as if Andy could now move with the ease of a dancer.

Chaz felt pressure over every inch of his body, but instead of growing bigger as he hoped, it felt as if he had been encased in cement. His stressed mind ran through one terrifying thought after another. Andy had messed up the process. The almost nurse had no idea what he was doing. It was getting harder and harder to breathe. The pressure was growing, always growing. Can’t breath! Going to explode!

Andy seemed oblivious to the man’s distress as he chuckled and pushed the down suit over Chaz’s frozen, muscled body. All the while, the deep-voiced muscle freak cooed over the changes about to hit Chaz.

As for Chaz the only sounds he could now make were high pitched squeaks deep from inside as he struggled to suck in air. The sounds matched the feeling of extreme pressure that squeezed him on all fronts. His muscled body felt at tight as a car tire. His bull throat seemed so pressurized it closed down his windpipe. Loud squeaks and gasps escaped from his slightly opened mouth as he tried to call for help. The man felt a tear drop from one eye and roll down his cheek as Chaz was sure he was at death’s door. Andy was completely oblivious as he looked down over the man’s shoulder and slid the puffy nylon over his normal-sized pec. “You’re going to make the most perfect muscle blimp,” he said into Chaz’s ear. The room started to spin, and there were flecks of light seeming to burst before Chaz’s eyes.

Then suddenly there was a loud, almost popping sound that threw Chaz back into Andy’s muscled body. The poor man thought he had ruptured somehow. His over pressurized body had popped like a tortured balloon. Something had changed. Chaz could pull air into his lungs once more. Faintly, but at least he could breathe. Then there was another explosion that rocked him. Chaz noticed a change in his left side of his chest and shoulder. He had some muscle definition showing within the puffy artic suit he wore. His shoulder looked huge, almost as if part of a football player’s shoulder pads had been stuffed inside the down suit, building up his softened frame. Chaz was rapidly breathing in and out as the change started.

Andy laughed hard as his hand flew to the new mounds, as he squeezed and rubbed them. “It’s starting now bro. Your muscles are gonna get fat as ticks.” Chaz could see and feel the two areas still slowly growing as the man proudly rubbed them. Chaz was still immobile, but everything was changing fast. His body was racked with increasingly frequent explosions as muscle appeared under the puffy suit and began to grow. The rumble in his body grew stronger and the sound made his ears and cock tingle. Still Chaz sucked on the hose, desperate for more muscle cream despite the trickle that now seemed to feed him.

In no time at all, Chaz was standing with his arms wide and his legs stiff. His well-loved down suit was tight as hell. The suit had been the first step toward Chaz’s long-awaited dream of proving himself against the Alaskan wilderness. The shiny nylon was filled with growing mounds to the point, its puffy surface looked even more inflated the normal. The fat-walled suit looked stuffed with balloons or something. His growing muscled body began to compact the insulating pockets of feather and air, making them look even more blown up. Chaz could hear the suit giving off a faint hiss as his ever-expanding muscle forced the insulating air out of the suit as he grew.

As the hunter’s muscles were inflating, his prized suit was deflating to make room for more muscle. The fat collar was pressed up over his ears and framed his bull neck that was rapidly growing wedge-shaped as his body filled the roomy suit to the limits. His stuffed gut was still the biggest mound of all but the rest of him was rapidly catching up. Chaz was staring at another bulge in the mirror. His dick had somehow rose up away from his body. It looked as if he now had a fat rolling pin shoved down into his pants, tenting his suit. His monster cock stood straight out away from his body. It looked crazy. As if his hydraulically control pecker was trying to bust through the suit. Over it all, that deep rumbling sound made his body tingle. The strange expansion of the muscle cream made him think of whipped cream foaming out of an aerosol can.

The happy freak watching Chaz join his ranks was dancing around the man as best his enormous body allowed as he laughed. “That expanding muscle foam is doing its work, buddy! Just like I shoved one of Unk’s insulation applicators up your ass and opened the throttle wide open. You’re blowing up like the Hindenburg now!” Andy gave his blown-up ass a slap. A wicked grin crossed his face as he left his hand on Chaz’s soon to be beach ball sized ass cheek. Andy slipped his hockey mitt sized hand between the expanding muscle bubbles and probed until his fat fingers were pressing against the metal button that kept the ass plug from sliding completely inside the man. He pressed the flat button that was shrink-wrapped under the neoprene suit, driving Chaz wild. The ass plug that moments before felt huge now seemed to glide effortlessly up and down his shoot. The button was almost like a hidden joy buzzer on the chronically aroused man. Chaz could only moan as Andy toyed with him. His big dick dripped a steady stream. Andy leaned in and assured the man. “Your muscle-cream-fueled prostate is probably as big as a volleyball now, just churning out buckets full of spew. You feel it growing and swelling up inside you? We got to keep it massaged now so you don’t get all seized up like I did.”

He pushed the button over and over, making Chaz grunt and squeak with every push. “Don’t worry, boss. I know just how to keep you happy.” Chaz knew he should to be freaked out over the man’s easy familiarity but Andy’s touch felt so damn good.

Andy quickly moved on to poking and prodding the growing mounds of muscle that were slowly filling Chaz’s red sleeping bag like suit. The quilted pockets began to give off popping sounds as the seams gave way to the pressure. The pillow-like pockets were rapidly becoming one, as Chaz’s muscles ballooned and the suit deflated. The suit was filled so tightly with growing muscles that the down feathers, now free to slide beyond the once restricting pockets, still stayed put; held tightly in place by Chaz’s expanding muscle balloons. It had lost all its puffiness and fit like a too-small nylon suit with an inflated collar. Chaz’s freakishly muscled body filled the tortured suit like it was spandex. Chaz’s mass would soon rival Andy’s. The swelling man’s eyes shifted from his muscle bloated captor to his reflection in the mirrors, to the frost covered hose snaking around him feeding his changes, to his throbbing monster cock and orange sized balls and back again. The sensations were overwhelming, and all screamed for his attention, but none louder than his hunger for more muscle cream. Chaz smacked his tacky and cracking lips over the cool hose, barely getting a taste of the cream now where he had so recently been graced with mouthfuls of the heavenly brew. He gave Andy a sideline look and grunted. “More…Cream.”

Andy’s handsome features broke into a wide smile. “Your wish is my command, master.” The bull’s hand dropped from the muscle blimp as he waddled to his post. Andy stepped up and pulled the creaking lever over and over until his grunting captive’s gut was rapidly expanding with each swing of the handle. Chaz was in heaven. His cheeks bulged again with the sweet nectar as he sucked and slobbered over the hose. His body bubbled and expanded as the muscle cream foamed and flooded into every inch of his being. His eyes were shifted over as he watched Andy force more and more of the body-transforming muscle cream into his elastic muscle gut. Chaz grunted loudly with each thrust of the handle. Andy laughed as he worked to please the man, but then paused. “Your humble servant vows to spend the rest of his life at your beck and call, but I have only one request?”

The flow of the muscle cream slowed as the hulk talked. Chaz was annoyed. He wanted Andy to just work the pump not joke around. What the fuck could Chaz do for him now anyway? His body was so blown up now he could barely fill his lungs, let alone move! He panted and sucked at the hose as loudly as he could as if to say. “Shut the fuck up and pump!”

The happy freak was smiling as he shared his request. “Your unworthy slave boy would die a happy man on the one memory of the sounds of his muscle hog master’s squeals as he transformed from mere man to the supreme muscle hog.”

For a second, Chaz stood there thinking, what the hell? Then, despite his current condition, Chaz began to laugh. Andy smiled and pulled down on the handle. As the morphing cream flowed into him, Chaz did his best to squeal like a hog as he sucked on the hose enjoying the wild sensations that racked his growing body. Andy laughed and yelled. “Thank you, master,” as he worked the handle even harder than before. Gone was all the horror and shock of the afternoon’s discoveries. Chaz’s mind was on one thing now: to grow as big as he could. It was almost like being caught in the grip of a sexual frenzy. All he wanted was more, and for it never to end.

Chaz sucked and chuckled as his body filled the too small suit tighter and tighter. He was beginning to wonder if it would ever rip open as the pressure seemed to get stronger and stronger while his size almost seemed stalled. The thin red nylon coveralls looked stuffed with swelling balloons. The zipper’s covers had rolled back, exposing a tiny rail line of tracks up and over the swollen mounds, from crotch to chin. The pressure was pulling the man’s wildly muscled shoulders back and arching his back as Andy pumped more and more muscle cream into his record breaking roid gut. The taunt form trembled as the pressure reached insane levels. Chaz had trouble pulling air into his lungs again, but the happy Andy just kept pumping the lever up and down, forcing more and more of the muscle cream into Chaz’s elastic belly. The ever-expanding gut ball looked as if it was taking over his body as the center of the suit bowed out, growing tighter and tighter. Then there was a loud poof sound as his ass exploded out the backside almost at the time the zipper ripped free on one side. The body parts near the openings seemed to grow faster as everything began to shift and change. The doomed Arctic suit gave off ripping and popping sounds as pieces dropped away and feathers erupted from tears and rips. In seconds, the incredibly muscled man was standing surrounded by tortured red nylon rags. The air was filled with white down fluttering like lazy snow.

Chaz looked short now that his transforming body was foaming and expanding freely, once free of the Arctic suit. That much mass packed onto his frame was giving him a squat, broad appearance. The neoprene did nothing to restrict his growth and added the fitting feature of the sounds of straining rubber as his body rumbled as if he had swallowed a can of whipped cream that was now blowing him up like a human balloon. The man was dazed but not unhappy. There was no pain, only the wonderful feeling of ever-expanding pressure. He had some movement now, though he could only waddle from side to side and bounce his arms a few inches at best. At least he had lost that encased-in-cement feeling that came with the early stages.

From time to time, Chaz would throw Andy a bone by squealing like a hog as he sucked on the hose. The stunt always brought a smile and renewed pumping of the handle on the tank. Mostly Chaz just panted and grunted as he was forced fed the magic elixir. He noticed the level on the tank’s sight gauge steadily dropping even as his gut grew. He didn’t want to think about what would happen when his dosing was over. The man almost fell into a trance. All he was aware of was the rumbling pressurization, his shallow breathing, and the sounds of stretching rubber.

The next thing Chaz knew, there was a loud slurping sound from the overhead tank. He looked up at the empty sight gauge. Andy was working the handle rapidly, trying to pump the last drops of the magic goo into Chaz. “That’s all she wrote, buddy,” he said.

Chaz was in a daze, almost as if he had fallen asleep. His body was numb and tingling. That steady foaming of the muscle fuel had a hypnotic effect on Chaz. His groggy eyes drifted over to the mirrors. The man was shocked at what he saw. Chaz was beyond enormous. His body was just a series of overblown mounds fighting for space under the rubber-walled suit. He looked far too short for such mass. It was a freaky combination of fat and muscle. He looked like one of those giant fat guys who pop up in the press from time to time, after years of overeating left them barely able to care for themselves and needing to drop hundreds of pounds of body fat. Only Chaz’s overblown body had a certain tone and shape that approximated a muscled body hidden within. Round, ridiculously broad shoulders and basketball-sized biceps packed in with tris that swelled up around three sides on the back of his arm, making his upper arms bigger than the average man’s chest. His pecs were so broad and bloated they blocked any view of the floor…or much of anything below. He still sported a wicked V-taper, but his waist must have been over 50 inches around! His rippled muscle gut still looked huge, but now was packed in and surrounded by equally overblown wedges and mounds. His ass and legs were wide s hell and blistered the suit like spandex. Slabs upon slabs of overblown muscles wrapped and overlapped until there was no way he could lift or bend his legs now. His arms were slightly bent and rode up on beach ball-sized lats. His movement was reduced to opening and closing his fat hands slightly as he panted for air. Chaz’s always hard dick was glued to the underside of his gut ball. Two melon-sized nuts were shrink-wrapped tightly underneath. His privates seemed to be breathing and rolling around all on their own.

The neoprene suit looked like a thick layer of body paint now. His whole body seemed to expand and shrink with every labored breath. Chaz had never imagined anything so crazy. To the dazed man, he now looked as if he had gained a thousand pounds! Despite everything, he could barely wrap his mind around it all. That could not be him in the mirror. Yet every time he blinked, the freak looking at him blinked. Every shudder, ever labored breath, every twitch was matched perfectly by the muscle blimp before him. Even Chaz’s stubble-covered face looked different. His cheeks looked as inflated as when Andy had pumped them full of the muscle cream. His features had fattened, making his handsome face look broader and thicker-skinned. Despite the changes in his face, his head looked way too small for his body or his bull neck. His neck had blown up with layer upon layer of muscle, turning it into a pyramidal neck brace. Chaz couldn’t turn his head now or lift his chin. His repeat immobilization worried him as fears over Andy’s inexperience in controlling the transformation returned. There was a wheezing sound every time he pulled air into his lungs that seemed to fit in well with his overblown look now.

Most distressing of all was the dying down of his muscle cream feeding. The hose had lost its frosty coating. Chaz couldn’t feel anything running into his belly. Sure, there was still that rumbling foaming sensation as his body absorbed more of the body morphing fuel but even it seemed to be growing weaker. It might have been that the process was buried so deeply within all his bloated muscle that it softened its roar. Chaz was panicked at reaching the end of the muscle cream supply. It was crazy. The man was so blown up he looked as if he should be bouncing against the ceiling, and yet he hungered for more. Chaz was starved for more.

Chaz smacked his fattened lips over the hose. He sucked trying to pull more of the addictive cream into his enormous body. He had to have more! The swollen man began to grunt, then whimper. He couldn’t help himself. “More….more,” he grunted. Chaz was suddenly aware of the sweat dripping down his head. He felt as if he was trapped inside some space-age sauna suit, and the temperature was rising.

Andy was at his side, petting and soothing him. “It’s okay …it’s okay. I got you covered. I know what to do. It’s just cravings, I’ll make them stop.” The muscle freak grabbed the hose in Chaz’s mouth. “Now on three; blow out. One….Two…”

Chaz realized that Andy was going to remove the hose. He tried to stop him, but his swollen and chained body was useless. “No…No!” he grunted, trying to shake his head. The effort only resulted in a slight tremor.

“Three!” The hose was withdrawn in two quick tugs, leaving Chaz with a quick gag, then loud belch, and a last taste of the magic muscle builder. The nurse was busy hanging up the hose on a hook and pulling down a garden hose from another. With the spin of the water spigot, Andy turned back to the blimp with water splashing from the hose. “I’m going to give you a drink that will kill those cravings. The cream has a wild effect on your taste buds, but it won’t last.” Andy brought the hose up over his neoprene-coated body and pushed the hose into his mouth.

Chaz drank and drank. Suddenly, he was very thirsty. The cool water felt good running down his raspy throat. The water cooled him down. It soothed him.

Andy pulled the hose back. “You’re starting to sweat up a storm. This will cool you down, and I’ll get you some ice packs. I’m not gonna let you suffer like I had to.” He pulled back the collar of the suit and shoved the hose in.

Chaz shuddered as the cold water flowed over his monstrous back. Then his nurse repeated the move down his front side. The water made a bubble over his chest that flowed down his torso and into the legs of the suit. Then it was over.

“Better?” Andy asked.

The man grunted. “Yes.” Chaz noticed for the first time the cravings were gone. The water had washed them away just as fast as the muscle cream had created them. Andy must have known what he was doing. The water had washed away the cravings but not the freak’s hunger for size. Chaz still wanted more as the pressure in his body slowly and steadily grew higher. His suit creaked and stretched as he swelled as if he was spontaneously blowing up. The man’s turbo-powered sex drive was as strong as Chaz’s hunger for more growth was. The immobilized man was well aware of the state of his mammoth cock and churning balls shrink-wrapped under the elastic suit. Chaz had never had as strong an urge to fuck something with no way of making it happen. He would have loved nothing better than to break the chains holding his arms above and drop his hands to the mighty bulge so he could strangle some relief.

As if he had read the freak’s mind, Andy turned with a chrome tank and milking device. “You got to be about ready to bust a nut there, fat boy.”

Chaz heard the can hit the floor as the huge man disappeared from view below his ridiculously wide chest. The swollen hunter was so horned he would have happily taken the now smaller man and butt fucked him for the moment’s relief it would give. Chaz knew he was far away from that kind of movement now. His eyes drifted down to the mirror as he watched the muscle freak free his monster junk.

Andy popped open a few snaps on a cod piece on the suit and set it aside. He then tugged some slack in the space-age suit that seemed to have endless ability to stretch and grow. Andy pulled open a six-inch zippered opening that looked more like something from a food storage bag than an article of clothing. Chaz could see his huge purple meat pressing against the hole. Fat veins crossed its surface. How was Andy going to get something so huge out of such a small hole? His dong would destroy the suit if he succeeded. The hunter knew the man was going to have no other choice but to cut the opening bigger. He was nervous at the thought of a sharp instrument so close to him.

Andy reached up and worked his fingers into the hole and stretched. The wild fabric opened up. The muscle freak nurse reached in with a few fingers, pulling and lifting, then one huge testicle slid out. It was enormous and had some heft to it. Andy went back to work and soon freed the second. Every touch had an amazing effect on Chaz as his junk was hyper-sensitive. Andy then reached in and grabbed Chaz’s python cock and pulled it free of the elastic magic fabric.

The movement had an immediate effect on Chaz. His head rolled back on a neck that until then had been unmovable. The fat roll of meat rose as soon as Andy had freed it. The edges of the hole in the suit seemed to shrink in around his junk as if by magic until it fit tightly around the new appendage hanging from his hips. The reflection looked almost as if Chaz had sprouted another deformed leg. His dick and hairy balls were wet and smelled of spunk. They hung down like water balloons and pulled at his hips. Most of all his cock was so sensitive it was almost as if air moving across it was horning the man up. “Nothing like a muscle creamed dick. Look at it, Chaz! It’s as fat as a hog. Don’t worry it won’t stay like this. It will shrink down to normal eventually…well, around my size.” As if Andy’s size was anywhere near normal.

Chaz was so racked with urges that he could barely hear the man and only caught glimpses of his dong through squinted eyes. The weight of it even horned the man not to forget that Andy would brush against it from time to time as he prepared the milking device. Chaz could feel it growing and the still constant stretching sounds coming from his suit combined, seeming as if his giant overactive cock sounded like a tortured rubber balloon as it grew stiffer. Chaz grunted with a sore voice…a voice that was beginning to sound new to him…deeper and louder than his normal voice. “Do it!” He grunted. Andy’s head looked up. “Do it!” Chaz barked. “Stroke me! I’m dying!”

Andy’s handsome features broke into a smile. “You want me to jerk you off?”

“Do it,” Chaz grunted.

Andy had been filling a reservoir on the cock milker with some industrial strength lube but he stopped and coated his huge hands with the slime. “Whatever you say, big guy.” With a grin he reached up and lightly rubbed his hands over the man’s junk coating his dick and balls with the thick goo.

Just the effort to lube him up drove Chaz wild. The chains rattled overhead. The man grunted and moaned. Then Andy began kneading, massaging, and pulling on the fat meat. Chaz was like a sexually starved man. A growl from deep within his chest signaled his pleasure. Sweat had returned and rivers ran from his head and dripped over his rubber-coated form. The layer of wet made the suit shift and slide over his still-expanding muscles.

Andy tugged and kneaded his giant dong as he chuckled. “Just like a puppy who loves to be rubbed behind the ear.” His monster cock was blowing up in response to the play. Chaz could feel it rub against the slick nylon of Andy’s smurf suit as it bumped his leg or belly. Andy was constantly having to move to make room for ridiculous expansion. Then Chaz was sure it hit the cold, wet floor but the man was too wound up to open his eyes and look. The chains were clanging as his entire body seized and shook. The howling wild animal had returned. Chaz seemed to go into seizure as he was hit with pleasures as extreme as his body now was. His massive cock bounced and jerked as the strong man tried to work it. Then it spit a bucket-like load that hit his caregiver in the chest in the first of a series of eruptions. That was all Chaz would remember of the exchange. When he came to a naked Andy was waving a small vial under his nose as he hung as limp as his hyper pressurized body could manage. “You soaked me,” Andy was saying.

By the time, Chaz had come around fully, Andy was wearing one of the neoprene suits. Chaz’s monster cock was sheathed in a milker tube. The hunter felt weak but his enormous, immobilized body had no trouble standing. Andy was coming at him with his keys. In a voice Chaz no longer recognized, he asked. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to unhook you so you can lie down on the mats and relax for the next part. I’m going to make you as comfortable as possible.”

Sweat was pouring off the man. It was as if he were running a marathon in a jungle. A dull ache had started up his spine and across his shoulders as the transformation had reached a new phase. “No!,” Chaz barked. “Feed me again. I want to be bigger than you.”

Andy sputtered. “With your genes, there is no worry about that. Besides, you will get some mini muscle cream fillings to keep you pumped for the next couple of days.” He continued on his plan, reaching up to unlock the cuffs at the freak’s wrist. He laughed. “What was it you said that day you found me in the woods…about me training you and blowing you up huge…something about making you look like I shoved an air pump into your navel and pumped, pumped, pumped you up to some freaky extreme. I’d say you are there big guy. You don’t have to worry about not being big enough ever again.” The happy big man rubbed Chaz’s bloated muscle gut as he talked.

Chaz looked him in the eye. “I said no! Leave me chained up.” The man forced his enormous body to twist very so slightly. Loud pops erupted from deep within his muscle-bloated core as if every vertebrae cracked into place, giving the man momentary relief. “Look….brother…” the word twisted off his tongue as if to ridicule the idea. “I got something to say about all this…some expectations. If I’m gonna be stuck with you glued to my side like some muscle bloated slave, I want everybody to know who is in charge. I plan to be tall enough to support all this mass. How much did you say you grew after the muscle creaming?”

“Three or four inches.”

Chaz tried to clear his rough throat. “Then I want to grow… well, ending up 6’8” would about do it. Over six—five with your kind of mass sounds about right. If it’s gonna be Muscle Freak Outfitters, I don’t want any doubt who the real muscle freak is.” His bloated features gave a hint of a grin.

Andy looked at him as if dazed that Chaz wanted more. The man didn’t know whether to take him seriously. He worked his lips but no words came out. Did Chaz make reference to him being his muscle slave?

Chaz slipped into at least a slow-talking, barely moving, and massively swollen version of his take-charge persona. “Grab that cum-along off the wall there. Then unchain my legs from the cage hooks but leave the leg irons on…see. Take one of those Olympic bars and run it through the empty cage side cuffs, then take another and put it behind the uprights on the power frame. See what I’m getting at? Then hook the come-along between the power frame and the bar hooked to my legs so when you ratchet in the come-along you stretch me out. Sort of a homemade traction system. As my frame adapts to the muscle cream transformation, you just hit that ratchet from time to time until I hit at least six foot eight or so.”

Andy listened almost dazed. “Yeah…yeah,” was all he managed before jumping to work. In no time, the muscle-cream-filled blimp was stretched out as if on a medieval torture device. Only Chaz was grunting as his rubber joints and bones popped, as if the crazy stretching gave him some relief. Chaz had made his “slave” slide one of the mirrors up over the top of the cage so Chaz could still watch his transformation and he was stretched out face up. His overblown body already looked taller.

Chaz grunted. “Ratchet that handle again.”

“Yes, boss,” Andy said as he waddled around the equipment and grasped the long handle in his fat hands. He locked his feet against the base of the squat frame and pulled. It took all his strength to pull the handle back slowly. The cogs finally caught with a loud click as he gained one more tooth on the machine, increasing the pressure of the morphing man.

Chaz grunted loudly as his body began to give off popping sounds again as his rubber joints and vertebrae adjusted to the stretch.

Andy came up to his side. “That as tight as it will go until you stretch out some.” His eyes drifted down to Chaz’s cock and balls. His huge cock was sheathed in the gel filled milked sleeve that was shrink-wrapped to its surface. Hoses rose from the end to the chrome can on the floor. The swollen man’s balls were the size of melons as they lay atop Chaz’s swollen form. The hoses rising out of the black coated cock gave an inflated look to the man’s junk. “I better get this milker going before you pop a nut.”

Chaz grunted. “No,” despite wanting nothing more than to relieve his overwhelming horniness. “Put the hose back and feed me again. Make me bigger!” The dispirit man knew once the cock milking device was turned on his entire body would be over whelmed. This was his only chance to make Andy fulfill his extreme wishes. “I need more.” The man grunted as he looked at the reflection of the almost unrecognizable muscleblimp he had become.

Andy chuckled as he reached out and slapped Chaz’s enormous muscle gut hard. “You’ve had more than your fill, boss. Your gut’s blown up like a beach ball and you’ve already started the change so don’t worry. I’m following the instructions to the letter …well except for your rack here. The next thing we have to do is get your overworked gonads some relief.” As he spoke Andy rested a knuckle against one of the man’s giant balls and rubbed it gently.

That was all it took for Chaz hyper sensitive body to react. His arms and legs trembled as if he had been hit with an electrical charge. His massive cock began to twitch. Chaz’s back arched with what tiny bit a movement it had. His joints popped and creaked as he began to moan.

“Just as I expected.” Andy chuckled as he reached over and turned on the cock sucking machine.

The sensations overwhelmed Chaz then. The next couple of days would be a jumble of faint memories. Periods of groggy semi-consciousness, mind-numbing sexual hunger, muscle cream feedings, and aching joints. All this was accompanied by the steady sounds of the rhythmic spray of liquid against metal.

Chaz finally came to with a killer hunger and an odd dizzy feeling whenever he tried to move. He was lying on the huge air mattress, still wearing his elastic suit. He drifted in and out of consciousness for what seemed like days. Andy was always at his side as the man begged for food. His helper was always on Chaz’s mind as he drifted in and out. Andy would feed him… He had to tell Andy to get him some food… Where was Andy? Always his thoughts were of Andy and his overwhelming hunger.

Then Chaz woke to the smell of food. It smelled like meat…grilled steaks or roast. His mouth watered. His always hungry gut rumbled. It smelled so good. The man was surprised his hands were free to rub his belly. The shock at his mobility was replaced by the shock at what he felt with his hands. His huge muscle gut was gone! His hands slid over something flat and narrow. It must have been a leg and not his belly. Chaz tried to open his eyes but the room was so bright and his vision was blurry. He closed his eyes against the glare. The worried man ran his hands down to where it seemed his muscled legs should be. His hands got tangled in something. Then he remembered the cock milker. Chaz then felt his hands on his thighs. Even his muscled legs now felt different. The startled man’s hands came back up to his rumbling stomach. It felt so flat and narrow. Chaz must have been starving. His mind was panicked. “Hungry!” Some stranger’s deep voice called out. Who was that? Chaz wondered. Andy must have someone else there he was putting through the process. Chaz tried to calm his breathing and made another attempt to open his eyes.

“Andy, I’m starving,” Chaz yelled, only to hear the stranger’s voice again.

“I hear ya. That’s all you’ve said for twelve hours now. You going to wake up for good now, boss?” The thick air bed rocked as Andy crawled up next to Chaz. “Come on big guy. Time to get up and start your feeding stage. We got to fill those muscles back up. Come on open your eyes and look at me. Stay awake this time.”

Chaz felt hands on his face and neck as Andy’s familiar voice talked. His eyes flickered and slowly became accustomed to the light. He was glad he saw Andy there with his arm around him, patting his face and not the stranger who was yelling. His throat was sore. Chaz croaked. “I’m starving, Andy. You have to get me some food before I die.”

Andy snorted. “You’re not dying. I’ve been feeding you the regular shakes almost nonstop. You need to get up and start on some real food. You’ve been knocked out a good ten hours longer than anybody else was. Come on now, get up. I want you to see this before you start fattening up again.”

The groggy man felt Andy pulling him to the edge of the bed and to his feet. Chaz felt so weak. He just wanted to curl up under a blanket and for Andy to feed him until he felt better. He was freezing. Like a drunk man lost in a fog, he looked at his massively muscled pal and said, “I’m hungry.” Chaz realized the stranger’s voice was his. His voice was crazy deep. He wondered if it was because of the sore throat. Just then, Andy pulled the man to his feet. The room seemed to spin faster. Chaz was so dizzy.

“Come on, big guy. You have to start moving. We’re gonna step over here to the mirror so you can see the changes.

Chaz had been leaning on the strong man, but Andy seemed to drop away. “I don’t feel good.” The room was still spinning. Nothing felt right. The room was ice cold. Chaz felt weak instead of stronger. He felt better when he closed his eyes. Andy was pushing him away from the bed but wouldn’t come close enough for Chaz to lean on his broad shoulders. Chaz tried again. “I’m so hungry.”

“I know. We ‘re gonna stuff you silly in a minute but come over here by the mirror first.”

Chaz was annoyed. He grunted. Andy was pushing him, but he must have still been on his knees. Chaz’s balance was so bad in his weakened state. He reached out and tried to hold onto Andy’s neck and pull him to his feet so the man could help him. Chaz was afraid he might pass out he was so dizzy. Then his foot hit something that gave off a metallic scraping sound. He opened his eyes, looking down. He had kicked the chrome spew can. He noticed the cock sucking machine making the swoo-suck sound as the sleeve expanded and contracted over his dick accompanied by the stead sounds of spew hitting the sides of the can. The device didn’t send him into seizures anymore, but felt good. The can had felt heavy. “You’ve filled that thing three times already,” Andy told him.

The room still rocked as he stood tugging on Andy as he looked down at the machine. The floor was so far away. Nothing felt normal. It was as if Chaz had woken up in someone else’s body. He felt Andy’s hand on his chin, pushing as the man said. “Come on, big guy. Check this out in the mirror. You said you wanted to be taller.”

Chaz felt his head pushed up and over. A tall skinny guy was standing there. Chaz almost felt drunk. He had a hold of Andy by his fat ponytail tail afraid that he might fall over. Chaz didn’t know the tall skinny man standing there, but he had no doubt been the deep-voiced guy yelling about being hungry. He looked hungry. Chaz looked at Andy and said, “I need to sit down.”

“No, you’re all right. You need to walk around and get your bearings. Look at that big guy. That tall enough for you?”

Why should he care how tall the stranger was? Chaz realized that he hadn’t been looking down at Andy but at his reflection in the mirror. The man in the mirror had the muscled freak by his ponytail as he stood beside him, as Andy held him at arm’s length. Chaz’s awakening mind realized that the man he thought was standing in front of him was his own reflection. The change was crazy! He looked almost skeletal, and yet he was huge. His shoulders were wide as hell. He had a crazy V taper. He was still dizzy and felt too far from the ground. Chaz realized that his meaty caregiver had been standing beside him the whole time. Andy had been slightly taller than Chaz, but now his head didn’t even come up to his shoulder. To Chaz’s dazed mind, it was as if the wildly muscled freak had shrunk. Andy stepped closer with his hands clamped to the big man’s waist, steadying him. “I had trouble hitting right at 6’8” with that come along. You’re just under seven foot, but I imagine you might lose a bit of that over the next few days.”

Chaz was trying to make sense of it all. He had lost that overblown look. He still had muscle definition stretched out over his newly expanded frame. The man looked skinny as hell. Where he had passed out with a muscled gut ball the size of a beach ball he now looked merely inches thick at the waist, front to back. Andy’s hands were clamped over his lower back and belly, steadying him. The man looked as hungry as he felt. There was something alien-looking about his wide shoulders and wasp waist. Even his stout legs had been replaced with the long thin limbs of some basketball-playing ideal. His arms were long and just as skinny now. Even his hands and fingers looked crazy. The dazed man noticed how sunken his cheeks looked. His face hadn’t looked so sunk in since his first bodybuilding contest when he over-dieted. Even now in his deflated state, the man’s head looked too small for such broad shoulders.

“Don’t worry. We’re going to stuff that rubber gut full and keep it that way. You’ll be making me look skinny in no time,” his nurse assured him.

“I’ve got to sit down,” Chaz mumbled as the room began to spin faster. Then he felt everything slipping away as he dropped down into Andy’s arms.

The bench Chaz sat on creaked as he shifted his weight. The bitter Alaskan wind howled outside the cabin. Above, a kerosene lamp hissed. The log cabin had few windows to let in light or the arctic cold. The room was dark and shadowy even during the brief hours of daylight.

Chaz held his strong chin high as Andy clipped his beard with scissors. Andy straddled one of the hyper-muscled hunter's legs in an effort to get closer as he worked. The massive man sat back, relaxing. Chaz raised his knee up and down against his barber's almost round thigh. There were no inhibitions now about touching his right hand man's swollen body. Chaz was as familiar with Andy's body as he was his own. Besides, there was no one else around to witness any such exchanges between the two at their isolated campsite. Chaz chuckled as he brought a hose up to his lips and blew slowly into it.

Andy's hands dropped to his sides as he grunted. The down-filled bibs he wore were unzipped to the waist. His muscled gut and chest held the top of the bibs open wide. The straps sank deeply into his muscled shoulders. The handsome freak stood with his head back and his free hand on his gut ball as he grunted. His muscled pneumatic roid gut grew in time to Chaz's blowing into the hose. The long hose the man toyed with snaked across the floor and up over the back of his barber's bibs before disappearing down his backside.

Chaz's eyes danced as he blew into the hose while his cabinmate's gut swelled. His callused hand palmed the expanding muscle gut and was shoved up under Andy's shirt. He pushed the man's baggy t-shirts up, exposing his elastic belly so he could watch it balloon. Then just as suddenly, he pulled the hose from his lips and clamped it closed with a metal clip, trapping the air inside Andy. Chaz wheezed, “What'd you stop trimming for?” Make me pretty.” The enormous man took a sip of hot coffee from the metal mug. He then grabbed Andy and pulled him between his wide spread, musclebound legs and raised his chin again.

The grunting Andy smirked a bit as he went back to work on the man's thick beard. “You want a haircut too?”

“Yep, trim it back up above my collar.” Chaz now placed his hands on both sides of Andy's muscle gut and rubbed it with his thumbs as the man went back to work. “Ah nice and tight. How's that feel?”

“Like I swallowed a basketball whole.” The big man grunted as he worked, trading the scissors for a battery operated clippers he shaved his master's wide bull neck.

The cabin's temperatures were bearable for the two outdoorsman after two winters in the north. Still fifty degree indoor temperatures kept the men bundled up to some degree. They both wore Gunther's stolen neoprene suits as long underwear under their outer gear. The closets full of unused suits were salvaged among a hoard of other things before they left the cave in flames.

A wood-burning stove hissed and billowed smoke over the remote snow-buried wilderness. The cabin the two men built in the wilds of Alaska was fair sized. Two large beds were at one end, followed by a living room of sorts, featuring a table that doubled as a desk, and two large, homemade chairs near the stove, made from a fifty-gallon drum. The end wall had a kitchen with plywood counters and open cupboards below. The rafters were hung with tools of survival, and a loft above was filled with supplies to hold the two freaks till the spring thaw. A summer of hunting and fishing had stockpiled them with ample meat. Vegetables from Andy's garden were packed away and anything else they needed was brought in by air or packed before winter set in.

The cabin was on a river that supplied fresh water. The river would freeze over and serve as a landing strip for a supply plane that made infrequent trips over the winter. Pontoons let the plane land the rest of the year. The plane brought in mail and fresh supplies. This time of year, they never knew when to expect it until they heard the engine overhead. Everything had to be just right for the plane to land and take off in such extreme conditions and limited daylight hours so the men kept a runway cleared of deep snow on the ice at all times. The outfitter who flew the supplies in had an uncanny knack for keeping track of their inventory of gas cylinders and such to fuel the outpost. While they had a radio to call out for supplies and weather reports, its reception was spotty based on the weather conditions. The man would give them general ideas of upcoming trips but he could be as much as a week or ten days off schedule because of the freakish weather.

The two knew how to make their supplies last by now, so were in no real danger. Chaz was in his element in the wild, living his dreams. Andy had adapted and learned the survival skills needed for such an adventure. He, too, was living out his wildest dreams for many reasons.

Chaz had a towel spread over his broad chest, catching the clippings. The top of his specially made 7-xl down suit was wadded up behind him. The normally hidden straps supporting the lower half of the suit cut into his wildly muscled torso. The man's chest was so deep the towel almost covered it like a tablecloth as his muscled pecs swelled out well past his chin now. Some studs crowed about having a chest thick enough to support a beer mug. Chaz's could support a loaded dinner plate. His nylon-coated legs rubbed against Andy's as the man worked. His legs were so blown up they were practically clamped to the sides of Andy's muscled legs, squeezing and rubbing against his nylon-coated tree trunks. This type of grooming was almost a daily task as both men sprouted hair like magically sped-up Chia pets, thanks to the hyper-masculinizing effects of the extreme muscle-building process.

Chaz's eyes were locked onto Andy's neoprene-coated torso as he rubbed his swollen gut. When the man finished with his beard and turned to step around Chaz's leg to trim his hair, the big hunter stuffed the hose between his thick lips again and blew.

Andy tried to take a step back as his gut grew but Chaz held him close. The man had to blow hard into the hose to force air into the muscled gut. Andy's clothes gave off stretching sounds as his belly was forced to grow. The handsome man grunted as the pressure grew. “Fuck dude.” He gasped.

Chaz chuckled as he forced air into the hose and his pal. His face was beet red and turning purple. Finally he gave up with a loud sputter and rapidly sealed the hose closed again as he caught his breath.

Andy looked pregnant with triplets. “Oh fuck bro. I'm huge.” His gut had overtaken his hyper-muscled build.

“Just the way I like it. If only I could keep you pumped up like that around the clock. At least I can stretch you out for a good ass feeding later.” The huge man reached down and picked up a five-gallon thermos and set it on the bench beside him. “Better finish my trim first.”

Andy waddled around the back of the bench and began trimming up the man's long hair. He had to bend forward to get his overblown gut out of his way as he worked. Chaz attached the hose to a pump coming out of the bottom of the thermos. The hunter was beyond massive now. Andy had been true to his word and had taken care of Chaz in the cave and ever since. Their bond was tighter than ever: forged by a nightmare, fed by shared adventure, and sustained by similar drives. The two men were both complete freaks now.

Andy had been wrong about Chaz's height shrinking down after that stretching during the transformation. The hunter now stood just under seven feet tall. Chaz's plan of gaining Andy's size spread out over a taller frame had been wrong too. Whether it was by the grace of his genetic potential or Andy's management of the process, Chaz had ended up with more mass than either had expected. Chaz had damn near 100 pounds of muscle for every foot in height. The man was enormous. Everything about him was enormous: his arms, his legs, his chest, his muscles, his cock, even his appetite, and his pleasure at stuffing Andy in any of a dozen different ways to fuel his feeder kink. Chaz's upper body was so wide and blistered with outrageous muscle, that his neck seemed to rest in a depression at the center of all that mass. Chaz's handsome head was isolated by muscle.

The pair had built the cabins and sheds of their isolated camp just to accommodate the man's freak size. Door frames were wider and ceilings were higher to offset the over grown feeling that Chaz sometimes complained of. Between his height and his swollen muscles, the man felt cramped and packed into anything sized for the normal world: vehicles, clothes, rooms built for what he now referred to as “midgets”. Not that the freak was unhappy with his body now, quite the opposite. Chaz had adapted fairly quickly to the changes but if the man had a real complaint; it was at having to turn a bit sideways to fit his broad shoulders through standard doorways or to duck his head through openings built for normal-sized people. The man adapted to his new musclebound state easily enough, besides if there was anything he now had trouble doing, there was always Andy to help him out. Chaz wasn't shy about turning to the mini freak for help when needed.

Andy had laid another towel across the back of the bull's shoulders. Like its counterpart over Chaz's chest, the towel was laid flat over his deeply muscled back and ridiculously wide shoulders, catching the inch or two of hair that Andy clipped off at the base of his neck. The barber rose up and popped his back before bending down and returning to the job at hand. Andy rubbed his neoprene coated muscled gut, “You got me so blown up, I could whistle a full rendition of Dixie out my ass.” The man then let a loud and long burp go. “That is if you hadn't plugged me up so damn tight.” He burped again.

“Hey, knock that off. Don't go letting off any steam. I'm training that gut for later.”

Andy gasped and grunted as he did his best to hold the pressure in his pneumatic roid gut. “Yeah, yeah, I know.” The man began trimming his hair again.

“Just for that wanton waste of pressure, the ass feeding is starting early.” Chaz picked up the pump from the bench beside him and began working the handle back and forth. The hose the freak had so recently been blowing into stiffened and turned cream colored as it filled with muscle fuel. The huge man worked the handle until he felt Andy jump behind him.

“Damn! I just cut a V chunk out of the back of your hair.” The man paused again as he rubbed his swollen belly with one hand and held his scissors and comb in the other as he rested his fist on his buddy's shoulder.

Chaz let go with a deep laugh, “As if anybody will see it out here. I guess that owl that roosts in the pine tree by the riverbank won't be putting me on his best-groomed list this spring.”

Chaz's living musclebound blow up doll felt the pressure grow in his swollen gut as Chaz worked the handle on the pump forcing the almost pudding-thick muscle fuel into his lower intestines. His gut was soon filling from the wrong end. Oddly enough, the forced feeding only created more of the trouble that Chaz was punishing him for. Andy tried to swallow the belches he felt rising up as the forced feeding pushed air out to make room for the goo.

Andy was used to such “abuse” as the two wildly obsessed men found creative ways to fill their time once the daily chores of existence were finished. One of the things that their camp boasted that none of any others in the state could, was a cabin built specifically to house the muscle freak's weight room. Even after a couple years, their supplier always had a box or two of bodybuilding equipment packed into the plane as he gradually transferred the training equipment up from a storage locker by his hanger. Weight lifting was part of the daily routine as the two were compelled to work out their overblown muscles.

Andy had finished the back and moved to trimming hair back from his left ear. “You'll laugh when I draw blood.” He grunted as he slowly clipped Chaz's thick curls away from his ear. Even Chaz wore his hair longer now to help insulate himself from the cold. Finally, the man grunted, “Done,” as he rolled up the towels and brushed stray hair off of the freak's shoulders. Andy sighed as he eased his swollen body down on the bench opposite Chaz.

The big hunter raised a booted foot and set it in Andy's lap. His insanely deep voice intoned, “Unzip my legs and I'll dish up lunch.” Andy was used to being the freak's valet by now. He worked the zipper up over the man's wild calves. Chaz's lower legs were so blown up they rivaled the size of what the bodybuilder's ass had been that day he found Andy wandering in the woods. “You're testy this morning. Not letting the pressure get to you?” The man chuckled as he took another drink of coffee while rubbing his booted foot over Andy's bloated gut.

“Oh dude,” Andy grunted as he freed the man's other leg.

Chaz stood up, letting the slick down coveralls slip off his body, and stepped away from them. Andy snatched up the huge suit as was the custom and hung it from a peg near the stove as the huge man waddled to the kitchen stove. Chaz was impressive, dressed in one of the neoprene suits. The biggest one available that Gunther used to tease Andy about maybe one day filling. Chaz not only filled it but stretched it tight over his enormous form. Andy had had over a couple years to get used to the sight of the hyper muscled freak and still his dick boned at the sight of the man free of his bulky outerwear.

Chaz reached up to the shelf for a mixing bowl and used a huge ladle to spoon the steaming stew from the pot. He easily had ladled enough to fill three normal bowls before he set the bowl aside and reached for an even bigger mixing bowl. The man began ladling stew into the bowl as he hummed. He stopped with a chuckle before grabbing the huge pot by the handles and pouring the stew directly into the bowl sized for mixing cakes and such. The happy man added a couple of huge spoons and then returned to table. “Eat up, runt,” Chaz said as he set the huge mixing bowl in front of Andy and the smaller bowl at his place. This wasn't an unexpected move as the two had played out such sessions countless times by now. Chaz loved nothing better than stuffing Andy's elastic gut in any of a number of possible ways.

Andy looked at the huge bowl in front of him and down at his inflated muscle gut that was keeping him away from the table. He couldn't help but let a belch slip from the increased pressure of sitting up to the table. He could feel the greasy plug in his ass and the hose inside adding to the pressure.

The floorboards creaked under Chaz's huge weight as he returned with two large water bottles. “What's the matter, you act like you aren't hungry?” The giant grinned. Chaz stood over the table, chuckling down at his plaything. The man looked like an overblown superhero in the skin-tight suit. Chaz reached down and was popping the cod piece off the front of his suit, tossing it aside as he got comfortable. With a couple well practiced moves, the freak had freed his enormous cock and balls as the elastic suit sucked back in tight around his junk. His fat dick looked half hard already as it hung almost to his knees. The man was busy scratching his potato-sized nuts without any hint of inhibition. “Take my boots off before you get too busy there.” The huge man sat down on the bench opposite Andy and laid his right foot in the smaller man's lap.

Andy unlaced and removed the thick, heavy boot. He tossed it next to the stove so it would be warm when needed. Andy shoved the man's triple-layered socks back up over what little shin hadn't been swallowed by Chaz's wild calf muscles. Chaz was shoving stew in as he chomped and grunted over the warm meal. “Nothing beats a good Eskimo Stew.” The man lowered his foot and replaced it with his booted one.

Andy removed the boot and placed it next to its twin. Chaz's foot remained in his lap as he knew it would. The huge foot shifted and slid as it found a place under Andy's gut right up against his junk. The hunter was chomping at his mouthful as he pulled the big thermos closer and grabbed up the pump. He worked the handle on the pump forcing more of the muscle fuel through the hose in his toy's ass. “Lose those bibs.” The man said as he let go of the pump and returned his attentions back to his own meal.

Andy stood up and stripped off his puffy bibs. He knew the routine. He pulled off his t-shirts until he too had stripped down to his neoprene layer. As he worked, his Master had managed to free one foot from its layer of socks. “Free the peen, my foot's cold,” Andy smirked as he reached down and popped off his cod piece and pulled his junk through the elastic hole. As he took his seat, Chaz's huge bare foot searched out his lap and burrowed into the cave created by Andy's over-muscled thighs and now swollen muscled gut. The man's foot came to rest with his heal against Andy's fat nuts and the base of his huge cock wedged in the space between Chaz's big toe and its neighbor. This was so Chaz could knead and grind his junk as the man ate. Chaz loved to feel Andy's cock swell up against his foot as the man forced his muscled hog to eat.

Chaz turned his attention back to the pump as he chomped on his fresh mouthful. He worked the handle a few more times, forcing more fuel into Andy and ramping up the pressure. “You feeling that?” he asked.

“Oh yeah,” the smaller man grunted. Andy let a series of soft belches slip out the side of his mouth as he picked up his spoon and looked down at enough stew to feed a family. He knew he would be expected to clean the bowl. Chaz had slid over a small box and was switching the hose from the hand pump to the battery-filled box. Once he had it hooked up, he flicked the switch and the box hummed. Chaz turned a knob on the box and the flow of muscle fuel flowing into Andy ramped up drastically.

Andy dropped his spoon and leaned back as the pressure skyrocketed in his gut. A huge belch erupted from his mouth and he could taste the muscle fuel on the escaping air. Chaz laughed and turned the control way back down to barely a trickle thought the battery pump still hummed as loud as ever. “Come on, hog, dig in. You're wasting daylight. Make me proud, fat boy. We got to fatten you up or you will shrink away with that wild metabolism of yours.”

Of all of Chaz's wicked games, the double feeding with an air bloat was the toughest of all. Andy knew he had to go easy or he would just hurl under the pressure. He didn't want to do that. Andy's whole life revolved around pleasing the man who had rescued him. There was nothing too extreme that Chaz couldn't expect him to do willingly… no happily. Andy grabbed the serving spoon and shoved a mouthful in …and then another. He sat back and chewed as Chaz looked at him proudly, his foot working his dick. Andy was eating and belching quietly as he went. Even with the pump at a trickle the pressure seemed to grow by the second. His swallows took down some of the air along with it, only making him feel more blown up.

“Come on, hog! Dig in,” Chaz said as he shoved another spoonful into his own mouth as if to show him how it was done. He watched Andy happily.

Andy took another spoonful and paused. This was the toughest of all the games. Even funnel feeding when Chaz would shove a metal funnel into his mouth and force enormous amounts of puréed food into the man, had nothing on this. At the remote cabin, Chaz had found an outlet for his most outrageous of feeder fantasies and in Andy an enthusiastic victim.

Andy looked down at the bowl. He pushed the food into one cheek with his tongue and then belched long and loud. He sat for a moment and then belched again, feeling the pressure drop as if someone had popped open a valve stem that was rising out of his navel. He had to relieve the pressure so he could eat…eat and keep it all down. He wanted to make Chaz proud. The man sat looking at the food before him as he grunted.

Chaz then looked up, pushing away his now-empty bowl. “You don't have to eat it. It's your call. You can get by on muscle shakes, though they do little to fill you up.”

Andy's eyes met his Master's across the table. Andy knew those words well. The veiled threat they held to a starving man. Chaz's face was twisted into a sideways grin. His huge cock was erect and resting against the table as the huge man slowly stroked it. The head of it was nestled between two massive pecs. This was nothing new. Chaz often jacked off as he watched Andy stuff himself full. Chaz looked down and spit on his cock to grease it up for his lazy jacking. The freak sat with his spoon in one hand, cock in the other grinning at Andy. Chaz didn't use that phrase often, but when he did, Andy would swear he could see something in his eyes…something hard. Though rarely uttered, the words were familiar to Andy because he had been the first to say them…

Back in the cave that day…the day of Chaz's transformation…Chaz had woke up to the smell of food, from his faint when Andy had pulled him to the mirror. He was almost as groggy as before but was aware of one thing: the smell of meat cooking. Andy had pulled the murmuring man to a seated position on the makeshift bed and steadied him. He waved a capsule under his nose. The strong smell of ammonia made Chaz wheeze and pull away. It was like a bucket of cold water to the starving man. “Why… you do that?”

“You awake?”

“Yes, asshole.” Chaz rubbed his eyes. That smell of food again. It was the best smell he had ever been around. Chaz looked as his eyes adjusted. He pulled the sleeping bag around him to ward off the cold. There were a couple of carts. One had huge pitchers of a thick shake. The other had a platter overloaded with steaming cuts of meat. Steaks and thick slabs of roasts. The smell made Chaz's mouth water. He looked down at his stretched-out but oddly lean body. He looked as if he had been on a starvation diet.

“You ready to eat, big guy?”

“Fuck yeah…I'm starving.” His deep voice sounded unnatural and strange, and his body was awkward and gangly now. His head was dizzy. Chaz didn't care. All he wanted to do was eat. Eat and eat until he couldn't eat any more.

Andy had flipped up a leaf on the cart so that it made a table in front of Chaz. He grabbed a plate and slid several huge pieces of meat on it and placed it before Chaz. Then a bottle of water. “You need plenty of water now, so drink up.” The man prepared a plate for himself. Chaz sucked at the water bottle as he could almost taste the grilled steaks. Andy tossed a fork and knife toward the man as he cut into the meat before him and shoved a forkful into his mouth.

Chaz knew he could easily shovel down the entire platter and more. He cut into a juicy steak, and the smell about took his breath away. It seemed as if he hadn't eaten for weeks, like a sailor stranded at sea. He would like nothing better than to eat until he was founder like a horse. There could be worse ways of dying.

Chaz brought the fork to his mouth with a weak and trembling hand. The transformation had left him as weak as a kitten rather than turned him into a powerlifting freak of nature. That would change he knew… look at Andy. He glanced over at the happy hulk shoveling in the meat as if someone might pull it away before he got his fill.

Chaz smelled the meat and then shoved it into his mouth. It exploded with flavor and juices as he chewed. It was the best-tasting piece of meat he had ever tasted; tender and perfectly cooked. He sighed, “What is this?”

“Steak,” Andy chomped.

“No, I mean, what is it? I can't place it. Beef? It's not venison.”

“It's just meat. Shut up and eat. It's the meat that's going to blow those muscles up like helium balloons.”

Chaz stopped chewing and sat there. The flavors pooling in his mouth. His recent thoughts returned to his mind; 'there were worse ways to die.'

Chaz spit the meat back onto the plate. He took a drink of water and spit it to the floor. “What the fuck is this?” He barked in a deep voice that was no longer his own. He pushed the plate back away.

Andy looked up calmly. “You don't have to eat it. It's your call. You can get by on muscle shakes, though they do little to fill you up.”

Chaz was horrified as his suspicions grew but still starving. Had the crazy fucker tried to feed him on the butchered mad scientist? “I…I…Just tell me!”

“Tell you what?”

“Where did this meat come from?”

Andy almost grinned but answered calmly, “From the freezer. There is enough meat there to last for months easily. Even the two of us with you hulked out like two of me couldn't empty it before fall.” Andy pointed over his broad shoulder toward where the walk-in freezer was as he chewed.

“I…I…that's not what I meant…you know what I meant.” Chaz wanted to run again…to get away. The man was so weak, he trembled all over. He turned to the cart full of pitchers of the special protein shakes. He grabbed one pitcher in both hands and drank from it until it was empty. The cold, thick liquid flowed down his throat and into his gut. He would drown his overwhelming hunger. Then make sense of everything… if he could just fill this hunger. Chaz sucked at the pitcher until it was empty and then grabbed another. His gut felt swelled up but he sucked the second pitcher dry and dropped the plastic container with a clatter and grabbed the third. His gut felt packed tight when he finally had to sit down with the half-filled pitcher.

Chaz belched and belched again. His tiny waist looked like someone had shoved a basketball down his throat. He was breathing hard. His belly rumbled and gave off strange sounds. The frightened man slid back on the mattress and pulled the sleeping bags over him. He watched the grinning hulk eating slowly at the huge mound of meat.

“More for me. Suit yourself. Nobody is holding a gun to your head or a cattle prod to your nuts.”

Why wouldn't Andy just tell him? It was like he was torturing him. Chaz had already agreed to the transformation, binding them together for life by the secret of what Andy had done. Now this! Or was the tortured man just playing with him…playing with his fears. Was the crazy fucker taking twisted pleasure in fucking with his head while he was in the weakened state?

Andy had been right about one thing. The shake had filled him up, but not satisfied his hunger. The smells and the hunger still dogged him. His body was making unheard-of sounds and trembled. His gut bubbled as if some new way of digesting had come with the muscle morphing process. Chaz was dazed and terrified as he curled into the corner, watching the man before him. His eyes felt heavy.

Chaz woke with a jolt. He was wrapped up in the pile of blankets. The smells still filled the room. The man was trembling and just as hungry as before. He looked down through the bedding as his hands clutched at a belly that had been blown up like a balloon. It was flat again. Tiny, in fact. Chaz was ridiculously wasp-waisted now. He was starving.

Chaz peeked over the blankets. That table was covered with dirty plates and a platter filled with bones. He heard sounds of someone working nearby. Then Andy appeared with another huge platter full of meat. Just as before, the hyper-muscled pretty boy walked in with more food, only now his muscled gut was stuffed and bowed out from his recent binge. “There you are, sleepy head. You must be starved.” Andy sat down and began eating from the huge pile.

Chaz was wild with hunger. He felt panicked. He didn't know what to do. His mouth watered, and his body trembled. Then in a swift move, the man threw himself at the food. Using his hands, he shoved the juicy meat into his mouth; chewing and swallowing as if it might be taken away.

The long-haired freak next to him smiled. “Slow down, Chaz. Nobody's going to take it away from you.” Chaz kept eating as if he were possessed by a wild animal. The handsome freak that Chaz had found in the woods then said quietly, “Revenge is the best way to keep demons at bay.”

Chaz shut his mind to reason and fears. For the next few days, he thought of nothing else but satisfying this endless hunger. He ate anything and everything that was set before. Stuffing himself until his belly ached and his mind went foggy, only to start again when the extreme hunger returned in a few hours. The process had left his body ready to morph into something unimagined. Every bite of food fueled his extreme muscle growth. Every meal filled his muscles…this time it was permeant growth. Certainly slower than the muscle cream filling but still at a rate that was almost cartoonish.

Andy nursed the man without pause. The next week or two would be a hazy memory for Chaz. A memory filled with hunger and gluttony; weakness and unimagined strength gain; but always Andy. Mixed in with all of it was his constant companion. Andy was there nursing, prodding, guiding the dazed man through his transformation. The handsome freak's attentions didn't stop there. He serviced Chaz's every need. Chaz's hunger was matched by a hyper amped sex drive. Andy was busy seducing the burgeoning muscle freak as well as feeding and training the man. Andy would take his place in front of the dazed man as he ate. Andy would knead and suck his massive cock as Chaz stuffed himself. The feedings/ milking sessions lasted for hours. Chaz had always had some sort of cock to stomach connection but now the kink ballooned along with his body. No matter how hard Andy worked over his constantly erect dick or how many loads he blew; Chaz's ramped up drive was never tamed. Somewhere into the next day, Chaz jumped up after a feeding and forced Andy down on the bed and fucked his ass. He pounded the huge man for what seemed days. Like his terror over where his muscle building meat came from, if Chaz had any reservations about fucking another man, the concern was buried deep within him now. Chaz's life was completely controlled by impulse and insatiable drives.

Chaz's growth was immediate and for days on end, seemingly unending. Every feeding packed on pounds and blew up muscles. The man was eating ten to twelve times a day. The cycle was endless. He ate, fucked, lifted heavy weights, and then collapsed into a deep sleep that his undying hunger would soon rouse him from. Then the cycle would start again. The man was in a daze. He didn't know where he was or what he was doing. The only thing that made sense to him was Andy's face. The presence of the man somehow calmed him. The old Chaz seemed to be fading away somehow…buried deep under expanding layers of muscle until everything felt foreign and new to Chaz.

One of Andy's chores was to force the man onto the scales and track his rapid growth. Chaz wouldn't appreciate this until much later. Weeks later, he would go through the charts that tracked his growth by the hour. Each meal would pack on a year's worth of normal growth. For days, this went on with no let-up. To Chaz going through it, he was aware of flashes of sensations: hunger, horniness, muscle pain, and waking up bigger and bigger.

Chaz would follow Andy's instructions numbly until he would collapse again. The routine came to include pulling the over-muscled Andy into his arms as he fell into his deep sleep like a teddy bear. To Chaz's dazed mind, it seemed as if Andy were shrinking in his arms as he slept. Chaz had woken after the stretching phase, still muscled but so long limbed that it seemed to him as if he had lost all his hard-built muscles. His almost 20-inch arms might have measured 15 inches. His legs were like stork legs. When the remuscling hit, the changes were amazing and rapid. He never had a chance to get used to his new growth before it was replaced by even newer and more impressive changes. To his fractured mind, Chaz was happy to see and feel his muscle grow. Then was happy to see his size seem to mimic Andy's but then it continued even beyond this imagined ideal. Chaz felt his body growing heavier and bigger, changing and morphing as if by magic. Sure, his strength went through the roof. The wildly loaded bars and weights that Andy shoved into his hands felt great to throw around.

As his body seemed to expand around him, Chaz grew clumsy and awkward. Any movement took Andy's guiding hand on his arm, or he bounced off walls and fixtures like a blind man. Chaz floated through his days like a drunk man not quite aware of his new world around him. His fractured memories included feelings of tightening clothes and rubber suits that erupted over his shoulders and ass as he trained. Like the log books later, the pile of destroyed suits the man had outgrown amazed Chaz.

It was a good seven days before his hunger began to subside. With it his growth began to slow. His periods of sleep grew longer. Slowly, Chaz came out of his fog. It took another seven days before he awoke to a new body. The man was almost seven feet tall and weighed 789 pounds. His muscles were freakish and huge, restricting his movements as his muscles fought for space under his tight skin. He was covered with hair. His voice was so deep and heavy that it seemed foreign. Even his face, while the only body part he recognized, was changed. The bones seemed heavier, deepening the cleft in his chin and dips in his cheeks. His lips were thicker and his nose longer. His large eyes seemed deeper set under his forehead. Despite the changes, the man's head looked too small on his over-muscled torso. Isolated as it was atop all that freakish mass. In those early days. Andy did his best to keep him clean-shaven as always and his hair buzzed as Chaz had always worn it, but the efforts were soon abandoned as it took several shaves a day to keep his skin clean.

His hair grew almost as fast. Chaz easily adapted to a shaggier look while making the man concentrate on keeping his body shaved. The constant itchy feeling of growing hair and the layer of fur that seemed to cover his muscles now was one thing Chaz could not stand. The layer of fur made him sweat even more. The thick layer of muscle made sweating a constant even on the coldest days. When Andy now quizzed him about how it felt to be so huge, Chaz's often repeated response that he would fall back on to this constant question his morphing would bring from all who saw him was, “It's like I woke up one day and pulled on a four hundred pound muscle suit and can't take it off. I'm sweating buckets.” Still, the freak was proud of his extreme musculature and wanted to see it. So a new ritual was born. Andy shaved Chaz's body twice a day and rubbed creams and oils into his skin as Chaz proudly watched in the mirror.

Now, even the transformation was becoming a distant memory as the two fell into a new life in Alaska. Chaz rarely hinted at what Andy had done to him. Yet when he did, there was that look in his eye. The transformation had changed Chaz in more ways than in size and strength. He became a new man with his old passions and kinks intact and now stronger. The man thought of his change as some sort of living version of Nietzsche's Superman. Chaz had pretty much napped through a freshman-level philosophy class and had come away with a slight understanding of the man's work. The way Chaz looked at it, the two men lived in a world of their own making, in as much as they both relished their freakdom, no matter how it came about. They lived now above the rules that guided the common man. They made their own rules and lives as supermen. While such an attitude might lead some men into a life of crime or even hopeless addictions, for Chaz it lead him to live his life's dream in the wilds of Alaska, surviving off the land with Andy had only been too happy to join him. They wrestled what they needed from nature.

It was as if the concerns and worries of Chaz's old life had vanished with the transformation. The pair had spent that first winter at the cave, mostly hidden away from the world. Feeding their obsessions and making plans for the future. When the thaw arrived, they headed out west, pulling a trailer behind Chaz's truck stuffed with Gunther's remaining muscle-transforming fuel and supplies. Chaz had made one stop to see his family before leaving to tell them of his plans. His transformation had made him unrecognizable at first, then brought on disbelief, followed by panic and anger as his parents and siblings saw to what extremes he had taken his bodybuilding obsession.

Chaz reacted to this as if it were a tempest in a teacup. He knew he couldn't just disappear and felt the need to drop the keys to the cabin off with his grandfather. While his family reacted with threats of an intervention and commitment for some obvious addiction or mental issues, Chaz's grandfather had said, “Leave him alone.” While the man didn't understand what drove Chaz, he argued that it was a phase, and as long as he wasn't hurting anybody else so be it. The old man told him to go west and get it out of his system. The man pulled the hulk aside privately before he left. He told him that he was setting up a trust fund and to let him know where he settled. The old man wouldn't have him off struggling without a dime to his name. Chaz had protested, but his grandfather wouldn't hear it. He told Chaz that he didn't have to touch the money if Chaz didn't want to, but it would be there. So now a monthly amount was transferred to an account in a bank in a town that took four days by canoe to reach. The pair were nearly self-sufficient like pioneers of old. The money mostly accumulated and was used to pay the pilot for supplies.

Once or twice a year, the pair of freaks would take the canoes to town. They would sell furs and buy supplies and tools for the year, and have new clothes made. The muscle freaks had become legends in the area. Warm weather sometimes brought people to their camp in search of the freaks. Like the search for the mythical Bigfoot, young strength athletes would search them out in a quest for adventure or to prove the photos that floated around of their rare trips to civilization were nothing more than photoshopped fakes. Some came like disciples climbing the mount to commune with gods in hopes of learning how to enter the realm of freakdom. Such visits from people so far off the grid were met with hospitality as was the way of the backwoods. The visitors could be counted on to bring along some appreciated rarity or mail from town. Chaz and Andy's existence wasn't completely isolated, though the long winters were.

Their two-week trips to town had the pair treated like visiting celebrities. Their appearance on the street brought stares and questions. Even this didn't bother the pair. They treated the attention like some side effect of entering the Superman class. Computer access in town allowed them to touch base with family members and order supplies. They even enjoyed the use of the local weight room where they were gods among the locals, showing off unimagined strength and size. The appearance of the two muscle freaks could turn even the most hardboiled trainer into fawning fanboys. By the end of the stay, the storage unit would be full of supplies to be ferried out to the camp by plane, as were the canoes for the return trip.

That cold winter day, none of this was on either Chaz's or Andy's minds. They were too busy with the latest round of Chaz's stuffing games. Andy sat back, grunting with his hands clamped to the sides of his stuffed muscle gut. The chuckling Chaz was scraping the huge bowl of stew loudly. He spooned up the last chunks and shoved them into his plaything's mouth.

Andy swallowed the huge spoonful. The machine still hummed on the table, feeding him from his opposite end. His elastic belly had never been so stuffed. He panted, trying to work up another belch to relieve the pressure, but nothing was coming. He patted his huge chest as if trying to burp himself, but still no belch escaped. Andy gave up. “Oh man, I'm stuffed,” was all he could say.

The thermos slurped as it emptied. His proud master shut the pump down as he pulled Andy to his feet. “I have to get a look at this!" he said as he turned the huge man away from him. Chaz only had to pull down the zipper that ran up the back of Andy's suit down a few inches before the zipper whizzed down on its own over his wide back as if by magic. His thickly muscled back erupted from the elastic material, but this was common for both men when they undressed. Chaz stripped the stuffed man from his neoprene suit and tossed it aside. “That is magnificent!” The proud stud gasped as he looked down at Chaz's stuffed roid gut. The huge gut ball was packed and banded with ridges of thick muscle. It rose out beyond Andy's freakishly deep pecs.

Chaz's monster dick rose up before him in appreciation of what he had done to the shorter man. Chaz reached back and sunk his fingers into a tub of margarine on the table before rubbing the cream over the muscle gut ball. Andy's skin began to shine as Chaz worked while praising his toy's achievement. “My little roid hog has out done himself today. Look at this fucking balloon!”

Andy could only sigh and moan as his Master rubbed and massaged the mound. Yet his own dick bounced against the bottom side of the mound as Chaz greased it up. Chaz then shoved his long pointy tongue out and ran it over the buttery surface as he rubbed his greasy hands over and over its tight, muscled surface. “Tastes good enough to eat,” Chaz said as he took little nibbles at the blistered bands of muscle that creased the gut ball like inflated tubes on a pool mat. Then he stood and said, “Time for your reward. Assume the position.” He pulled Andy up from the bench.

Andy gasped, “So full…can't I rest a bit first?”

Chaz chuckled. “You'll have plenty of time to rest later. I'm going to use my big plunger to pack that fat gut just as tight as I can first. I'm gonna ram this fat cock in again and again till the pressure gets as tight as a fucking football. Then I'm going to let loose with one of my gallon sized cum loads to top it off and you aren't going to spill a drop, you hear?” As Chaz talked he was running his buttery hands over his massive dick getting ready for the next phase of the game. He watched Andy waddle to the bed and lie down across it on his back.

“Yes, sir.”

“Then I'll cap you up with all that muscle fuel and my testosterone injection to let it percolate. This session ought to pack another forty pounds of muscle onto your scrawny ass. How's that sound hog?”

Andy grunted, “Good.” His throbbing cock agreed. Once through the initial muscle-building process, future growth was ratcheted back to more normal rates. Even so, thanks to Chaz's forced feedings, Andy looked even wider and more muscle-bloated than the day he found him in the woods. Next to Chaz, the freak looked like a short fireplug of muscle destined to soon be as wide as he was tall.

As they talked, Chaz shoved Andy onto a bed. He lay on his back across the bed with his swollen mound rising like a ball. Even lying down didn't lessen its impact. His giant master shoved his jacked legs up until Andy caught hold of them, baring his ass. With one hand Chaz stroked the muscle gut as he removed the plug in Andy's ass and replaced with his enormous buttered cock. Slowly he forced it in, broken with moments to give his toy's ass time to mold itself to his now prodigious member. Andy grunted and moaned as he held his legs wide with his hands behind his knees. Soon the huge man was thrusting hard as his hands explored the packed mound before him. Both men knew this could go on for some time as the transformation had left them with donkey sized cocks that took forever to do their deed. Neither man bemoaned the fact. The bed creaked and raddled in protest as the bulls went at it.

On a break, Chaz was trying to catch his breath as he leaned over the man. He was running his hands over Andy's muscled gut as he praised his hog. He then slipped a finger into his navel. The greasy finger slid in easily. “Damn you've sprouted a real tunnel here.”

Andy grunted as the probing increased the pressure. “Watch it…you'll pop me.”

“No way, rubber belly. There's no amount of pressure my hog can't take.” Chaz shoved his finger deeper into his navel, amazed that he couldn't reach the bottom. He thrust his hips shoving his stiff cock into Andy as he explored his belly button. “Damn I'd like to fuck this gut ball…” He wiggled his fat finger completely inside Andy now. “There's no way you could take this fat boy.” He worked his hips again. Chaz paused and lifted the gut ball as he bent down. The freak shoved this tongue into the man's navel and chewed at his muscled gut.

Chaz chuckled as he rose up. He saw one of their toys lying nearby. He picked up the cock shaped dildo and greased it up with his butter coated hands. “I know how to double fuck ya, fat boy.”

Andy's eyes were huge as he watched Chaz work over the top of his blown-up belly. He howled as Chaz slowly worked the rubber dick into his enlarged navel. His muscled gut never felt so packed full.

“Clam down, nobody's hurting you.” Chaz chuckled as he worked the dildo in and out as he worked his hips. Once the dildo slid deep inside the tunnel, sucking the base tight in against Andy's abs, Chaz twisted a nipple open on the base. The chuckling bull bent down and locked his lips over the nipples as Andy squirmed beneath him. “No, bro, don't inflate it…I can't take much more.”

Chaz chuckled as he enjoyed Andy's pleading. He had to give the guy credit. He knew just how to play along to Chaz's stuffing games. The man always whined and begged for relief and swore he was going to explode. The massive man blew into the dildo over a nipple that normally had a hose and a squeeze bulb fitted to it.

Andy's grunts rose as the inflatable cock grew inside his belly. His cock belied his protests by spitting cum all over the underside of his belly. Chaz took a break closing the nipple trapping the air into the dildo as he turned his attentions back to the ass fucking. He had never been so turned on. He rubbed the glorious gut ball proudly. He would push the base of the plug trapped in the man's belly as if it were a joy buzzer. “Fuck dude, it's like I'm blowing that pneumatic roid gut up when I inflate that rubber cock. You've never been hotter to me.” A wicked grin creased his face as he dropped down and blew into the nipple again as Andy's grunts and moans grew. Sometime later after two more inflation sessions that left Andy with what felt like a football tight cock buried in his gut; Chaz blew his heavy load into the squirming bull's ass. True to his word, he replaced his dick with a plug sealing his juices into the man.

Andy was sweat-covered and whimpering as Chaz joined him in the bed, spooning him tightly as he cooed and praised his toy. Despite begging to have the inflated toy removed from his navel, soon the pair were sleeping soundly with Andy's handsome head resting on Chaz's muscled arm.

By the time they woke up, Andy's hyperactive digestive system had reduced the man's swollen gut back down to his proportionate roid gut that Chaz proudly made sure always tented his clothes. The inflatable cock felt twice as big still imbedded in his thickly muscled but much smaller belly. He was fumbling with the nipple, trying to open it to deflate the thing as he thought Chaz slept. The big man's paw smacked Andy's hand as he groggily grumbled, “You know the rules. Keep your hands off my toys.”

Chaz's massive arms squeezed Andy tight. He pulled the man tight against his massive body as he locked his chin over Andy's trap. His hands reached down and started working Andy's cock slowly as they laid together.

The two rested tightly as they slowly woke up. Andy then asked, “You feel bad about what we did to Aputi?”

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There’s something about Billy by Ziel Billy seems like perfectly normal, good-looking guy from the waist up. But there’s something going on inside Billy’s weird, super-baggy pants, and Duke and Kevin were determined to find out what it was. 5,442 words Added Feb 2017 20k views 5.0 stars (15 votes) 1 comment •Cock Growth•Huge Balls•Huge Cock•Hyper Cock•Multi-balls•Multicock•Infectious

Twinning: The college years by BRK At college, Will attracts the attention of a sexy, Irish hockey player who pushes all Will’s buttons—but now that he’s in this new world Will isn’t sure he can share all of himself with his slowly growing admirer. 8 parts 37k words Added Mar 2017 Updated 9 Oct 2021 31k views 5.0 stars (11 votes) 9 comments •Always Hard•Cock Growth•Huge Cock•Hyper Cock•Self-suck•Extra digits•Multi-abs•Multicock•Multitongue•Replication•Muscle Growth•Muscle/Strength•Always Shirtless•Getting Taller•Size Increase•Tongue Growth•Selfcest•St. Patrick’s Day •M/M•M/M/M/...

Dragon’s Horde: Drunk on the groove by STrRedWolf A local DJ and neighbor of Red's overdoes it at the Dragon's Horde... and the next day, he's feeling rather green... and rather hung. 1,573 words Added Mar 2017 11k views 5.0 stars (2 votes) No comments yet •Cock Growth•Huge Balls•Hyper Cock•Multi-balls•Multiarm•Anthro/Furry•Alcohol

The blue daiquiri by BRK Another artifact of the universe makes an appearance, this time at a loft party to celebrate the pilot Henry scripted, Ice City, going to series. If only Henry were having as much success figuring out his feelings for his sweet but ordinary-looking roommate, Gavin. 9,647 words Added Oct 2017 15k views 5.0 stars (13 votes) 1 comment •Cock Growth•Huge Cock•Multicock•Multihead•Multiarm•Multilimb•Muscle Growth•Muscle/Strength•Getting Handsomer•Getting Taller•Suggestion•Complete •M/M