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By Corwin 
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“Please, we can work this out. Whatever I did… whatever it is…,” Jason sobbed. “I’m sorry.”

“No you aren’t,” said Sean. Sean looked at Jason, crocodile tears running down his cheek. A single tear fell onto the huge man’s muscular chest. It was Jason’s physique that had attracted Sean in the first place. Seeing the huge man cry just didn’t fit.

“Please. I need you…”

“Yes!” screamed Sean. “You do. And you think that need is love, but it isn’t. You don’t love me. You love what I do for you! What this does for you!” Sean grabbed his crotch in his cupped hand and lifted it up.

Jason looked at Sean. The 150 pound man was small compared to Jason’s 290 pounds of muscle. Sean was handsome, sure. But Jason knew with his physique, he had his choice of men. In his heart, Jason knew what Sean was saying was true. Jason was just using him.

“I’m sorry. Please. I’ll change. I won’t take you for granted anymore. I won’t use you. You know I have a contest in three weeks. Don’t leave me now.” Jason begged.

Sean picked up his bags. “There it is again. It’s all about you and winning that damned contest. Well, maybe losing will be good for you. Just another 250 or 230 pound guy. Big, but not perfect.” Sean opened the door and walked out. He stopped, and without turning around said, “You know, I did love you. Goodbye Jason.” Sean walked away.

A chill ran through Jason. He walked to the door and slammed it with all his strength. He hoped the explosive sound of the door closing would scare Sean, but his ex-lover was already down the stairs.

Jason looked at himself in the mirror. He was huge. His arms were 24 inches, cold. His chest measured 65 inches, and his waist was a thin 31 inches of solid muscle. His thighs exploded to 34 inches, 3 inches bigger than his waist and his calves were 19. He had five percent body fat, or less. He was pure, ripped, tight muscle. Jason defined big and strong. Sean was right. It was his physique that was important to him, not his lover.

How had he come to this, Jason thought. He remember the first time he walked into a gym. He was 130 pounds of skin and bone. He was 18 and he was afraid. He feared that the bigger guys would laugh at him or pick on him. Some did, but that’s when he met Sam. Sam was about 4 years older than him, and had a fantastic body, well, at least Jason thought so at the time. Sam was about 210 pounds of lean muscle, and he knew his way around the gym. Sam helped Jason train, and they became friends.

That’s when Jason realized he was gay. He probably knew it before, but his feelings for Sam were stronger. He could barely hide them, least of all from himself. Jason would leave the gym and go home and jerk off to fantasies of the big guy flexing for him, kissing him and fucking him.

After several months of training with Sam, Jason began to see some changes in his body. He had gained 15 pounds, and his pecs were becoming defined. His abs began to appear, and there was a little ball of muscle on his arm.

“You’re looking good, stud!” said Sam. It made Jason’s heart flutter to hear his idol praise him.

“Thanks. Maybe someday I can get as big as you. I owe this all to you,” said Jason, kicking himself for sounding so gay, but Sam just smiled.

“Hey, why don’t you come by my place after our workout. I can make us dinner as a reward for your progress.”

Jason couldn’t agree fast enough.

Sam lived around the corner from the gym, and they talked about sports and current events as they walked. In retrospect, Jason should have realized that Sam was testing him. “I really don’t like that Clinton backed down on the gays in the military thing. I mean, I don’t want to join the army or anything, but who cares if some guy is gay. If he wants to serve his country, why not?” Jason just nodded his agreement.

When they got to Sam’s apartment, Sam dropped his gym bag. “Man, I think I need a shower after that. You?” Sam peeled off his tank top slowly, revealing his ripped chest. He turned to the mirror and struck a double bicep pose, flaring his lats and squeezing his chest. “Nice pump,” he moved his nose to his pit and took a deep breath, “but I stink.” He lowered his arms, and turned to his side. He curled his arm into his chest, flexing the baseball sized muscle again and bouncing his pec. “Whatcha think, Jason. Pretty good, huh.”

Jason walked over. He was shaking at the sight of Sam, remembering all his fantasies about the bigger guy flexing. “Ya,” Jason’s voice cracked, and he tried to regain control. “You look awesome.”

Sam turned to the younger man and stepped close. “So do you.” He grabbed Jason and kissed him.

At first, Jason was surprised, then he found himself kissing Sam back. Sam lifted Jason’s shirt and pulled the thinner man into his muscular body.

Jason’s first time with Sam was a blur. Sam flexed, and Jason worshipped the big guy’s body. Jason was a bit apprehensive when Sam told Jason to suck his cock. Jason was about 7 and a half inches, and Sam a bit bigger and fatter. After Jason got over his reluctance, he found that he liked it.

“Can I fuck you?” Sam asked. Jason didn’t know how to say no.

It hurt as Sam penetrated Jason’s virgin butt. “Just relax,” said Sam, “enjoy it. Man, you’re tight.” Jason found that he did like it, as Sam rubbed his cock in and out. Sam flexed his abs and torso, as Jason kissed and felt his lover’s hot body. Jason’s cock leaked juice as he grew more an more excited as he lived his fantasy.

That’s the first time it happened. As Sam fucked Jason, Jason felt something. It was like his balls went into overdrive producing testosterone or something. The adrenaline of the man-sex and his lust made him feel like more of a man. He felt strong and powerful.

“Damn, you are making progress. Man, you’re arms are really ripped,” said Sam as he pounded Jason. “Love these growing man-tits too!” He squeezed Sam’s pecs, which seemed to have a nice pump from the gym. “And look at those abs. Man, you’re progress is such a fuck’n turn on. Love it. Come one, flex that arm!”

Jason did, and was surprised to see that his 14 inch arm looked a lot bigger. Sam rubbed the muscle and squeezed its steely-hardness. He flexed his 18 inch arm next to it, marvelling that Jason seemed only slightly smaller. “Oh damn, you’re getting so fucking big.” Jason felt Sam’s cock throb. Sam turned red and his body flexed and began to shake as he shot his load into the latex bag that surrounded his fuck tool.

The sight of Sam losing control was too much for Jason, who shot his steamy white juice all over his and Sam’s stomachs. Sam pulled out and laid his muscular body on Jason’s torso. Jason still remembered the feeling of Sam’s hot, sweaty body as they cuddled for minutes.

“Let’s get cleaned up.” Sam got up and walked into the bathroom. Jason followed, but stopped when he saw himself in the mirror. He was huge. Well, maybe not by his current standards, but he was muscular and ripped. He looked like a smaller, leaner version of Sam. His pecs now hung over his abs, which were clearly defined. His thighs were thick and his calves were now diamonds. He raised an arm and his bicep burst high. He heard Sam start the shower, and he walked into the bathroom. He saw a scale and stepped on it. He weighed 185 pounds.

Jason smiled as he thought about that past encounter. He experimented with a few more men, and realized that his body responded to sex by growing muscle. And not just sex, but the more rough, the bigger the guy’s organ, the more he grew. Jason began to search out men with big dicks to make him grow. That’s how he found Sean.

Jason never had trouble finding men. His problem was finding the horse-hung guys who could really make him grow. If he didn’t have sex, his muscles would begin to shrink. If he had sex with a big guy, he would grow. If he met someone less endowed, he couldn’t retain his size and would shrink to a size that the sex with that man could retain. He hated feeling skinny. If being big meant finding hung guys, that’s what Jason would do.

He met Sean at a bar. He saw the man sitting alone while he was scoping out prospects for the evening. Sean stared at the then 230 pound Jason, his 20 inch arms stretching the sleeves of his shirt. Sean blushed when Jason smiled at him. Jason thought that was cute. What really got Jason’s attention though was when Sean stood up to go to the bathroom. It looked like Sean had a broomstick running from his crotch down his left leg! Jason got up and followed Sean into the men’s room.

He met up with Sean at the urinal. Jason took the one next to Sean, and looked down. Jason’s heart skipped a beat when he saw the snake coming from Sean’s pants. There was at least 8 inches of soft, thick cock coming through Sean’s pants.

“Man, that’s one big dick,” said Jason, matter of factly.

Sean blushed.

“I’ve got some pretty big things too,” said Jason, raising his arm, the peak of his bicep ripping the sleeves of his shirt. “You like big muscles?”

Sean nodded, unable to speak.

“Go ahead and feel.”

Sean had to stop peeing as his cock began to get hard. Jason licked his lips as he saw the long, thick one-eyed monster come to life. Jason felt Sean’s hands on his big arm. Sean’s touch was tentative.

“Feels good, doesn’t it. That’s 20 plus inches of hard muscle.” Jason’s hand moved to Sean’s cock. He could barely close his fingers around the thick, hardening meat. “Damn, I love a big cock. Looks like you got a perfect 10,” complemented Jason, “or bigger. How big is this, stud?”

“ah I I’m..” stuttered Sean, “I’m a bit longer than eleven inches,” said Sean, his cock jumping as Jason squeezed it. “And about 7 and a half inches around.”

“My name’s Jason, stud,” said the muscle man as he stroked the big cock. “What’s yours?”

“Sean.”

Jason smiled. “Nice to meet you, Sean. What’ya say we get out of this place and go back to mine. I think I’d like to know you better, and from the feeling of this,” Jason squeezed gently, “I’d say you want to know these,” Jason bounced his big pecs, “too.”

Sean agreed.

Sex with Sean was the best Jason had ever had. The man’s monster organ caused Jason to grow to his current 290 pounds of ripped muscle. Jason had won every bodybuilding show he had entered since then. No one could compete with his huge, ripped size. He was on the verge of turning pro with his next win, and now it was all in jeopardy.

Sean was right. Jason had used him. Now Jason was going to pay the price by having his dream destroyed.


Jason pulled the shirt over his arms. It had been two weeks since Sean left. The shirt that once strained to contain his huge pecs and massive back now hung loose. The stretched out arms were baggy over his depleted biceps. The scale this morning told Jason he weighed 250 pounds. He felt skinny and small.

He pulled his pants on. Jason was use to his massive thighs straining inside the fabric. He loved that feeling of tightness as his muscles fought against the clothing not made for a man his size. Now, the pants fit loose. He was normal. No longer a mass monster who was the envy of all. He was just big. A normal bodybuilder.

Jason had had sex with men since Sean had left. None could satisfy him, and the results were apparent on his shrinking physique. He hoped against hope that tonight would be different.

Jason headed off to The Eagle.

It was early when he got there and the crowd was light. Jason ordered a beer.

“Hey!” he heard from behind him. “Excuse me, but you’re Jason, right? Sean’s ex-boyfriend.”

Jason turned around and saw who was speaking to him. The guy looked about his age, with blond hair and a decent build. He was smiling a toothy grin and offered Jason his hand.

“Ya, that’s me,” Jason said in a non-committal tone.

“I’m Rich Thompson. Maybe Sean mentioned me. I went to school with him. I heard about your break-up, I mean, well, him leaving you. I’m sorry.” The guy stopped smiling and looked like he really cared. “Can I get you a drink? Are you doing OK?”

“Thanks, but I’m OK,” said Jason, lifting his beer and taking another drink. “I don’t recall Sean ever mentioning you.”

Rich sat on the stool next to Jason. “Ya, it doesn’t surprise me. We were always competing and fighting. I guess we figured out early on that the other one was gay. Made life difficult, but you probably didn’t have any problems. I mean, you’ve got that athletic look.” Rich ran his hands over Jason’s bi’s. “Damn.”

Jason was struck by how forward the guy was, but it felt good to have someone appreciate his body. He flexed his arm. Even though he felt small, he was still one of the biggest guys around. “Actually, I didn’t start working out til I was 18. High school was rough. I was kinda skinny and picked on too.”

“Really? Wow. You’d never know to look at you now. I guess being picked on was something you and Little Sean had in common.”

“Heh,” said Jason, flattered by the attention. “I’ve never heard anyone call him that before. He’s no bodybuilder, but he’s got a nice bod. Kinda like yours.”

Rich blushed. “Thanks. I’m pretty tight, but not huge. Not like you. Oh, Little Sean’s not about muscles. It’s more of a private joke that we have. You interested in the story? I mean, I know you just broke up so you may not…”

“Sure,” Jason interrupted. “It could to hear about him. He never talked much about school.”

“I guess it was right before we graduated high school. Sean sorta had this reputation. You know, from gym class. Guys talk and notice things.”

“And the boy did have something to notice, I’m sure,” said Jason fondly.

“Sean was a bit of a show off. I guess it was his way of getting revenge for being picked on. Anyway, we were at some overnight school function. Some of the kids had swiped some beer, and they were all having a good time. They didn’t want ‘the faggots’ with them, so Sean and I hid in an empty room.

“I guess we were getting a bit drunk ourselves. Sean started bragging about how all the guys felt inferior because his dick was so much bigger than theirs. He said he really got off on measuring himself, and that he had just broken the eleven inch mark. Started saying how he’d love to fuck some woman and hear her scream as he pounded her with his big dick.”

Jason laughed at this. The thought of his ex boyfriend with a woman struck him as funny.

“Anyway, Sean pulled out his meat and started stroking it. ‘Look at this monster. Damn, I love being huge. Bet you’ve never seen one this big, huh Rich. Bet you’d love to feel it.’ He motioned for me to touch it. I had never touched another guy’s schlong before. It was warm, and real heavy.”

“Ya, Sean was always proud of his endowment and loved showing it off,” agreed Jason, flexing his chest at the thought of that big cock. “Guess he started early.”

Rich continued. “Anyway, he challenged me. Said he bet my dick was way smaller than his. I guess he saw the bulge in my pants. Anyway, I had had enough of his bragging. I’m a bit more shy than he is, but I decided to put him in his place. I unzipped and pulled out my dick. Man, the look on his face!” Rich smiled and laughed. “Guess he had to come up with a new definition of ‘huge’ after he saw me.”

“You were bigger?” asked Jason.

Rich just smiled. “Let’s just say that to be a perfect ten, I’d have to chop a good three inches off. At least.”

Rich stopped talking, and looked at his drink. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jason’s head look toward his crotch. Rich flexed and spread his legs, making the enormous bulge that snaked down his leg half way to his knee quite evident.

Jason tried to act cool. “That’s a good story. No wonder Sean never mentioned you.”

“Ya, he knows I have a thing for big muscles. Huge muscles, actually. No guy can be big enough,” said Rich, still looking at his drink. “Sean did mention you to me, though.” Rich turned, and looked Jason in the eyes. “Is it true?”

Jason looked shocked. “Is what true?”

Rich raised his hands and stroked Jason’s round pecs. “If Little Sean could do this, think what my monster could do for you?” Rich winked at Jason and smiled. “Damn, I’d love to see that.”

Jason smiled back. “Me too.”

The two didn’t say another word. They finished their drinks and got up. Rich followed Jason to his apartment. When they got inside, Rich was the first to speak.

“Nice place.” Rich walked over to a table. He picked up a tape measure. “You into measuring yourself?”

“Ya,” said Jason.

“Me too,” said Rich. He walked over to Jason and rubbed the big man’s chest, then started unbuttoning his shirt. Jason moved his hand toward Rich’s crotch and felt the thick, soft pipe that snaked there.

“You wanna measure me?” whispered Rich, as he opened Jason’s shirt revealing the huge mounds of his chest and bricks of his abs.

Jason didn’t answer. He unbuttoned Rich’s pants and slid them down the smaller man’s thin frame. Jason’s eyes grew wide at his first sight of Rich’s schlong.

“You’re almost as big as Sean!”

“And I’m not hard yet. Always been a grower,” said Rich, hefting his meat in his hands. “Go ahead. Measure. I’m not going to stay soft for long with your sexy bod around.” Rich handed Jason the tape.

Jason pulled out 12 inches of tape. He placed the end at the base of Rich’s snake and measured only the thick vein that ran along the top of his cock. “God, it’s 10 inches!”

“Soft,” added Rich.

Jason quickly wrapped the tape around the cock. “And six inches around!”

“Yep.” Rich ran his hands over Jason’s pecs and onto his shoulders, forcing the open shirt back so that fell down his muscular arms. “Let’s work on getting it hard.” Rich licked Jason’s pec. “Big and hard. Just like these arms.” Rich ran his hands over Jason’s biceps. His one hand was unable to cover the massive mound. “Can I measure them? Please?” Rich begged.

Jason handed Rich the tape. Rich pulled out 30 inches and wrapped it around Jason’s gun. He pulled it tight as Jason raised his arm and flexed. The tape expanded beyond 20 to almost 21 inches. “Damn that’s big.”

“No. Use to be 24. I’m kinda small now.”

“Sean said that you grew after sex, right? How soon?”

“It’s hormonal or something,” said Jason as Rich felt up the man’s massive torso. “It happens when I’m fucked and get turned on.” Jason noticed Rich’s cock bounce as he said this. Jason smiled. “You wanna make me grow, don’t you.”

“Fuck ya,” said Rich, moving his mouth to Jason’s and deep kissing him. As they tongue wrestled, Rich moved his hands to Jason’s pants and unbuttoned them. Jason grabbed the waist and pushed the pants down. His cock was hard and jumped up as if it were spring loaded.

Rich pulled back and looked at Jason naked. “Damn, there ain’t nothing small about you!” Rich pulled off his shirt. He had small, defined pecs and a six-pack. His legs were ripped and muscular. His massive cock was stretching nearly to his knees and getting fatter.

Jason smiled and his cock jerked up toward his ripped stomach. “Man, you ain’t half bad yourself.” Jason walked over to Rich and kissed him. He then knelt and wrapped on of his big arms around Rich’s legs as he supported Rich’s back with his other arm. Jason lifted Rich like a new born baby, cradling in his arms. “Let me show you the bedroom, stud.”

Rich smiled. “Yes sir.”

Jason place Rich on the bed. No sooner had he crawled in next to him did Rich jump on top of the muscle stud. He rubbed his lean body against Jason’s massive muscles. Jason could feel Rich’s iron rod push into the grooves and valleys of his body.

Rich began to lick and suck on Jason’s manly frame. “Damn, so fucking big,” he’d whisper. “Gotta make you bigger. Turn you into a muscle monster. Fuck. So much mass. Gotta make you grow.”

Jason moved his hand to Rich’s cock. He could not longer wrap his fingers around the thick, steely-hard shaft. It felt like a thick metal pipe.

“Fuck me!” said Jason. “Make me grow.”

“No,” said Rich. “You’re not ready.” Rich moved his mouth to Jason’s left nipple and bit, then sucked, then bit harder. Jason moaned as his body shivered under Rich’s mouth. As Rich sucked, he grabbed the tape measure. He stretched it out along his cock. “Damn, you turn me on. How big?”

Jason looked. “Oh god! 13 3/4 inches. Oh, please Rich. Fuck me.” Jason was shivering at the thought of the thick meat overpowering him.

Instead, Rich began to rub his cock in the divide between Jason’s rocky abs and hilly pecs. “Feel how big that cock is? Feel how hard? Squeeze those muscles of yours around it. Jerk me off with your muscles. Make me bigger so I can fuck you right. Turn me on more!”

Jason flexed. He tried to crush Rich’s dick with is hard pecs, only to find that Rich’s dick was too hard. He pressed his muscles together, but Rich’s dick fought against them and kept them apart. Jason moved his hands to Rich’s ass and began squeezing his firm bubble butt. He inserted a finger and Rich moaned. Jason felt Rich’s cock throb and poke into him. “Ya! Such a fucking turn on,” said Rich.

“Please, I need you to fuck me. Oh god, please.” Jason took control and lifted Rich, throwing him down and straddling his cock with his butt. “Now!” Slowly he began to lower himself onto Rich’s hard pole. “OH FUCK!” Jason screamed as Rich’s head penetrated his butt. Jason felt like a virgin taking in the monster that Rich commanded. Jason instinctively began to back off, but Rich thrust his hips, forcing a few more inches of his long, thick meat into Jason. Jason’s body quivered and began to expand.

Jason tried to roll off Rich, but Rich would have none of it. The sight of Jason’s powerful body starting to grow thrilled him. As Jason rolled, so did Rich, using the length of his rod to stay connected to Jason.

Rich pushed in deeper. As he flipped himself behind Jason, his cock stroked outward. Now behind the big man, Rich shoved hard, forcing 9 inches of his dick into Jason. Jason’s massive back flared wide as it expanded with muscle. Rich leaned into Jason, wrapping an arm around the thickening lats to Jason’s nipple. He stroked out, then thrust in as he pinched Jason’s left nipple.

Jason’s mind was a blur. He was consumed by a coital haze like none he had ever experienced. Ever nerve in his body was alive. Beyond the passion, he felt something else—power. He felt strong again. Big. As he felt Rich thrust in deeper than anyone ever had before he screamed.

“Struck virgin territory, didn’t I?” asked Rich as he slowly stroked out. “Ya, bout eleven inches in right now. Looks like I got four more to go.”

Jason moaned his approval. His body was now covered by a fine film of sweat. Rich watched as with each of his deeper thrusts, Jason’s body expanded. His arms were noticeably thicker and looked as big as Rich’s legs. Jason’s lats were growing wider, and he could feel Jason’s pec thickening under his hands.

“Fuck Jason.” Rich panted as he worked in deeper. “I can see you growing. So fucking hot.” Finally, Rich pushed hard and forced his entire length deep into Jason.

“OH GOD!” screamed Jason, his voice getting deeper as he grew. His body suddenly convulsed with power and growth. His butt clenched at Rich’s monster cock, trapping it and acting like a cock ring. Rich screamed as he felt his cock throb, getting thicker and longer inside Jason.

The effect was apparent on Jason as well. Rich’s arm could barely reach Jason’s nipple now, as the lat widened and pushed his arm away. Rich squeezed the nipple one last time, causing Jason to scream in ecstasy and his new muscle to burst forth on his body.

Rich lay on Jason’s massive back and began chewing on the mountainous traps, thrusting and gyrating his cock in Jason. His hand found Jason’s nuts and he tugged on them, causing a deep moan of pleasure to emanate from Jason.

“Grow for me, stud. Get huge. More muscle. Think of how big you’ll be, squashing every other bodybuilder with your massive muscular body. No one will be in your league.”

As Rich repeated this mantra, he felt Jason’s balls pull up. Rich tugged on them, fighting for control and to prolong Jason’s pleasure and his growth.

“Oh ya. Bigger. Ya! Gotta be the biggest. Shit. I gotta cum. Man, you’re so good. Fuck me harder. Make me a monster, a god damned muscle monster. OH, fuck.” Jason’s body suddenly tensed. His head snapped back and he let out a primal yell as his balls shot their massive load. As he shot, Jason’s body convulsed and grew larger still, forcing Rich off of him. Jason shot volley after volley of man juice.

This was too much for Rich who shot his load all over Jason’s wide back. Both men collapsed next to each other, breathing hard and covered in sweat and spunk.

Jason was the first to move. He went toward the bathroom to get a towel to clean up, but froze when he saw himself in the mirror. His eyes grew wide. “FUCKIN’ A! Look at me!” Jason hit a double bicep pose, then pulled it into a most muscular. “I ain’t never been this big before. Shit! Rich, get over here and measure me.”

Rich didn’t have to be asked twice. Rich’s arms measured 27 inches, and his thighs were close to 40. His 25 inch calves were thick and hard. His glutes were striated. His waist was only 32 inches, but his chest was 72. He stepped on a scale and it read 341 pounds.

“Man! You are fucking amazing. Thank you! Fuck, you did this for me! You are one incredible fuck. You and that monster of yours.”

“Man, you aren’t half bad yourself,” responded Rich. “You got a competition next week, right? Let’s go again and see how much bigger we can get you!”

Jason’s eyes lit up and he kissed Rich.


Sean took his seat in the auditorium. He had come to see Jason. Sean figured he’d be no more than 225 pounds now. He wanted to see him lose, to be overwhelmed by bigger men.

“Hey Sean! Little Sean, is that you?” Sean turned and saw Rich. “Man, I didn’t know you were into bodybuilding!” lied Rich.

“I came to see a friend,” said Sean, turning his attention to the announcer.

The super-heavy weight class began to come on stage. Sean jumped out of his seat when he saw a massive giant of muscle that he recognized. The men started to flex, but none could compete with the 29 inch arms or 43 inch thighs of the ultra-ripped behemoth.

“You show them Jason,” yelled Rich in support. Turning to Sean, he said, “that’s my new boyfriend. Ain’t he just totally awesome.”

Sean turned to Rich, his face red and angry. He pushed passed him and stormed out of the arena.


Sean walked into the gym and up to the counter. “How much for a day’s workout?”

“$15” said the guy.

Sean reached into his wallet and pulled out a ten and a five. He looked at the pictures on the wall. He knew what to expect, and he was not disappointed. There it was, the autographed picture of Jason, shaking hands with some wimpy dufus that owned this place. Below the signature were the words, “Three times Mr. Olympia.”

It’s been over three years since Sean left Jason. He had hoped to teach Jason a lesson about using people. Instead, he had thrown Jason and Rich together. Sean had wallowed in his feelings ever since. He wanted revenge, not just on Jason, but on both. He hated them with every fiber of his being.

Sean knew Rich from school. They were friends. Well, sorta friends anyway. They were both picked on. They were both gay, though they hadn’t realized it at the time. As Sean went through puberty, he found he did have something no one else had. He was hung like a horse. That was his power. When the muscle heads would pick on him in the gym, he’d get his revenge in the locker room. He’d put them in their place. No one could match his size. Well, not until he tried to play that card on Rich. He still remembers the cocky grin on Rich’s face as he displayed his monster cock for the first time. Soft, Rich was nearly as big as Sean was hard. When Rich’s dick got hard, it beat Sean by inches. Sean had wanted to worship Rich’s cock right there, but was too afraid. That defeat added to his hatred and jealousy of Rich now.

As Sean grew up, he became more secure in his sexuality. He also realized that he loved guys with muscles. That’s how he met Jason. Jason loved big dicks, and Sean’s mule cock tickled Jason’s fancy. Jason also had a secret. There was something about his body chemistry that caused him to get stronger when sexually aroused. Sean did that, and Jason became a bodybuilding champion. He was a muscle monster. At first, Sean thought that would be enough. It wasn’t.

There was something lacking in their relationship. Sean wanted more, or so he thought. He felt stifled by Jason and his insatiable appetite for sex. Jason needed the sex to stay big, and Jason loved being a mass monster. It was always about Jason, and never about what Sean wanted. When Sean left, he had hoped Jason would follow him. He wanted Jason to beg him to come back. He wanted Jason to change. He wanted Jason’s love. Instead, Jason found Rich. Rich could satisfy Jason like Sean never could. Sean didn’t know what Rich got out of it. He suspected Rich was just using Jason, like Jason was using Rich. Sean had made a tactical mistake when he left, and now he couldn’t go back.

It was six months or so after he left Jason that Sean discovered Jason wasn’t unique. He had gone to a bar and picked up a waiter. The guy modelled part time and had a descent build. As Sean fucked him, he saw the guy begin to change. His six pack became a ripped eight, and his flat pecs rounded and became fuller. His lats flared and his runner’s legs became thicker and more muscular. The guy was not in the same league as Jason, but he had the same chemistry. He grew. The guy couldn’t believe the change, and flexed and posed for minutes. Sean also learned that this guy didn’t shrink if he wasn’t fucked constantly. The changes were permanent, well, as long as the guy worked on it.

The revelation that Jason was not alone his ability to grow spawned Sean’s plan. Sean could still take Jason’s dream away. Jason was the biggest mass monster bodybuilding had ever seen. He had turned pro and won every contest he entered. No one came close to his physique. Sean knew what he had to do. He would find someone and make them bigger. He’d take Jason’s prize from him.

For almost three years Sean had searched for other men. He called them “growers”. Other bodybuilders were “showers”. Sean had found a half dozen or so growers since then. He loved fucking them and watching their thick muscles bulge with new power. He loved feeling their bodies swell as he rammed his mule cock into them. Each of his growers had become substantially more muscular, but none could compare to Jason. Jason’s 375 pound body and 30 inch arms were legendary. Sean’s biggest grower was only 250 pounds—a runt compared to massive Jason.

Sean had come to this gym in search of Thomas Gintell. He had seen magazines of Thomas winning teen competitions. That was nothing. What caught Sean’s attention was a massive growth spurt Thomas had about 6 months ago. Within one month, Thomas had grown from a 195 pound stud to a 260 pound mountain of muscle. Rumors of steroids and growth hormone surrounded the athlete, so Thomas took a drug test and passed with flying colors. When asked about his sudden growth, Thomas laughed and attributed it to good sex with his girlfriend.

Sean came out of the locker room. Thomas was easy to find. He was working his chest. He slowly lowered a bar with over 500 pounds to his chest, then easily lifted it back. A girl with a barbie-doll body cooed, “nine!” as Thomas started another rep. Sean walked over to a free bench and loaded up 150 pounds. He heard the barbie-doll swoon out “15!” as Thomas put the weight gently on the bench. He sat up, bounced his pecs then rubbed the right muscle with his hand. “Damn, that was too easy. Better put another 100 pounds on so I can get a real workout!”

While Sean struggled with his 150 pound weight, Thomas lifted heavy, all for the benefit of his girl. After finishing benching over 650 pounds for 8 perfect reps, he heard Thomas whisper, “can’t wait til we get home so I can get even stronger.” The barbie-doll giggled.

Sean watched as Thomas continued to train. Two hundred pound dumbbells were light for the massive man as he pumped out set after set of incline presses. Thomas’s chest heaved and flexed as he did cable cross-overs. The barbie-doll mounted Thomas’s wide back as the man did rep after rep of push-ups. Sean’s chest workout wasn’t nearly as impressive.

Finally, Thomas kissed his girlfriend and headed off to the showers. “Babe, I promised to close up for them tonight. You go home. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“I’ll be waiting,” said the barbie-doll, and walked out.

Thomas went into the changing room. Sean followed him. Once inside, he saw Thomas standing shirtless in front of the mirror. He flexed his chest and checked out his pump. Thomas’s pecs were huge and full. Thick veins feeding blood to the massive muscles were visible through paper-thin skin.

Sean approached. “You’re Thomas Gintell, aren’t you?”

“Ya,” Thomas said. “Saw you training. You need to go heavier, little guy.”

“Thanks, I’ve always been small. Well, at least my muscles.” Sean said. “But I didn’t bug you for advice. I wanted to talk to you about something.”

Thomas looked at Sean and grunted.

“I think we have a friend in common,” said Sean. “The current Mr. Olympia. He’s my ex-boyfriend.”

“Hey man. I don’t care what you do, but I’m not gay and not interested in any hustling.” Then what Sean had just said dawned on Thomas. “Whoa. You mean Justin…”

“Gay? Ya,” said Sean. “Guess it doesn’t help with product endorsements to be too public about it. Of course, he wasn’t as big as he is now when I dated him. In fact, he was smaller than you. Way smaller.”

“Must have taken a lot of drugs to get where he is now,” said Thomas. “Me, I’m clean.”

“Ya,” said Sean. “Bet your girls fingers really know how to work that tight ass of yours.”

Thomas looked at Sean, red faced and angry. He clenched his fist, but before he could do anything, Sean continued. “Jason is the same way.”

Thomas relaxed, stunned. “Uhm, I don’t know what you mean,” said Thomas flatly.

“Sure you do.” Sean sat on the bench and began to pull of his pants. “When I was with Jason, I could get him to 290 pounds. This is a lot bigger and fatter than fingers.” Sean hefted his 8 inch soft cock for Thomas to see. “Jason loved to ride this, and did it make that boy grow.”

Thomas stared at Sean, then smiled. He pulled down his shorts, revealing his seven and a half inch soft cock. Sean’s eyes widened at Thomas’s endowment. The man’s balls looked as big as softballs!

“Ya, Jewel really likes my meat too.” Thomas looked at Sean. “I gotta admit, though, seeing a big one on a guy does turn me on.” Thomas paused, then added, “You like muscle?”

Sean smiled. “Love it. I loved making Jason huge.”

“Tell me more.”

“First, is it true.”

Thomas looked around. He went over to Sean, and sat down, then whispered, “Ya. Jewel said her other boyfriend’s really got off when she put a finger up their butt. Asked if I wanted to try that. When she did, it was like WOW-MAN. I had never felt anything like it. It was a wild rush, but I felt kinda weird. Real manly. Real strong. I heard her scream, but it was a good scream. I mean I put on like 70 pounds of muscles from her doing that. I love being big.”

“Wanna get bigger?”

Thomas didn’t answer. Instead, he got up and reached for a set of keys. He walked over to a door and unlocked it. He signaled Sean to come inside. “This is the posing room,” said Thomas as he turned the lights on inside the room. Every wall was covered with mirrors.

Thomas walked up to Sean. He reached out and began to manhandle Sean’s dick. With his free hand, he started stroking his own hardening meat.

“I thought you were straight?” said Sean.

“Never said that,” said Thomas. “I like big men. Big muscles. Big cocks. Doesn’t matter. Ya, I like women too, but doing it with a guy is OK if he’s got something to offer.” Thomas felt Sean’s growing cock. “Man, looks like you got a lot to offer.” Thomas kept stroking both cocks, feeling them grow and thicken and harden. When they had stopped growing, he put his manhood next to Sean’s and compared. “Fuck!” He squeezed them together hard. “Man, you’re bigger than me. Damn. Seeing a hung dude is a real turn-on.”

Sean smiled. He raised his hand and rubbed it against Thomas’s thick, swollen pec. His skin felt like velvet covering steel. Thomas closed his eyes and smiled as Sean felt the powerful muscle and rubbed the sensitive nipple.

“Oh ya,” murmured Thomas. “Man, your cock is fucking awesome. Man, I gotta suck on that meat.” Thomas dropped to his knees and placed his lips against Sean’s swollen head. He pressed his tongue against the piss slit, then lapped at Sean’s meat. “Shit, so fucking big!” cried Thomas as he opened his mouth and thrust the long meat down his throat.

“Oh god!” cried Sean as the warmth of Thomas’s mouth and power of his deep thrust caught him off guard. Sean fell into Thomas, and grabbed his mountainous traps for support. The thick muscles formed huge mounds around the bodybuilder’s neck, and were just as hard and firm as his pecs. Sean let his hands feel down Thomas’s back, marvelling at the thick traps and lats and the contours of the muscles. He felt Thomas’s hand stroking his own mule-like dick and he watched in the mirror as his muscles flexed as the bodybuilder worshipped Sean’s superior cock.

“Man, I want to fuck you hard,” said Sean. Thomas pulled away.

“Please, let me suck you some more,” begged the muscle man. “Can you suck me too? God, I love your dick. Please.”

Thomas’s eyes begged Sean. Sean knelt on the floor, then lay down. Thomas flipped himself over, bring his cock close to Sean’s mouth. As soon as he was in position, Thomas once more thrust his eager mouth over Sean’s dick, wrapping his tongue around the thick shaft.

Sean’s eyes looked at Thomas’s ripped abs and his long thick penis that raised among them. He marvelled at the elephantine thighs that pressed tightly together, forcing the man’s hefty balls forward. He placed his tongue at the base of his cock and licked along it, imagining how much more muscular Thomas would soon be. He lapped at the bodybuilder’s man organ, smelling its musky aroma and tasting its salty brine. As he slowly and methodically began to suck it’s mass, he hard a moan of approval from Thomas. He felt Thomas suck harder on Sean’s own cock. Sean traced along Thomas’s powerful legs and reached toward his balls. As he touched them, he felt them pulsing, almost vibrating. He felt Thomas’s body heat rise, as if it was being primed for the explosion of hormones that would cause him to grow.

Sean moved his other hand to Thomas’s butt. He felt the striations of the bodybuilder’s glutes. Sean’s cock throbbed with excitement as he realized how totally muscular this man was. There was no fat on the area at all. Thomas signalled his approval as Sean’s fingers found their target. He pressed one finger in, finding the sensitive areas. A second finger entered and prepared Thomas for the girth of Sean’s organ.

Sean felt Thomas’s bodyheat rise. He saw the man’s abs turn red, and felt the vibration from his nuts increase. Thomas’s growth was slow, but the big man was becoming bigger. Thomas pulled back from Sean’s cock and screamed a primal cry.

“OH, Ya. Please. I’m ready. Please fuck me!”

Sean didn’t need to be told twice. He reached for a condom and placed it over his turgid cock. Thomas got on his knees and Sean stood behind him. He placed his cock against Thomas’s anus, spreading it open with his hand. He presses his steely-hard cock and feels the resistance from the muscle man. The resistance subsided and the fat head penetrated into Thomas. Thomas’s head snapped back as he let out a scream. Sean felt an inferno spread over Thomas’s body. Instantly, Thomas’s back spread wider and his arms throbbed larger. Slowly, Sean pressed inch after inch of his thick manhood into Thomas. With each push, Thomas’s body responded by growing larger.

Sean could barely contain his excitement as he watched the valley in Thomas’s lats become deeper. Thomas’s wings spread wider and his shoulders went from cannonballs to bowling balls to beach balls in seconds. In the mirror, he saw Thomas’s already full pecs thicken more, becoming globes of hard muscle. He saw Thomas’s defined waist grow more ripped, the washboard shape becoming a rolling landscape of muscle.

Thomas raised an arm and began to flex it, watching his muscle power increase in the mirror. “FUCK YA! GROW!” he screamed, flexing the arm. With each flex, the bicep grew higher, got thicker and more defined. Thomas’s voice grew deeper as Sean’s expert fucking grew more intense.

Sean watched as Thomas’s muscles became more powerful. His steely hard body became even harder, like living, growing marble or granite. Thomas had to adjust as his muscular legs grew too wide for his stance. Sean had to fight against Thomas’s growing glutes as he willed his cock to stroke deeper into the man. Sean wanted the same thing as Thomas. They both wanted a muscle monster. They both wanted Thomas to be the biggest bodybuilder in the world.

“Look at me. I’m fucking huge! Oh fuck, you’re so fucking good!” Thomas stroked his mighty cock, getting ready to blast his juice all over the mirrors in front of him.

“You’re a fucking muscle monster. You’re huge. Man, look at the size of your muscles.” Sean thrust hard, and Thomas screamed, his body jolted into a sudden growth spurt faster than any before. “GROW HUGE YOU MOTHER FUCKER!”

Thomas could contain himself no longer. His cock erupted, squirting white juice all over the room. Thomas’s ass squeeze Sean tight, causing Sean to erupt into the growing man. With each throb of Sean’s cock and each eruption of Thomas’s, the bodybuilder’s body spasmed larger. His leg-like biceps continued to thicken, the horseshoe of the tricep growing deeper. His shoulders were nearly twice as wide as Sean, and growing. Thomas’s neck was encased by traps, and he could barely lower his chin through the thick pecs.

As they stopped shooting, Sean reluctantly pulled his softening cock out of Thomas. Thomas collapsed into his pool of spunk before lifting himself up. He stood, and stared at his new body in the mirror.

“My god! LOOK AT ME!” he boomed. Sean saw a measuring tape, stood and brought it to Thomas. Thomas flexed his arm, and Sean wrapped the tape around it.

“Shit. Jason has 30 inch bis. Yours are now 35!” Thomas helped Sean wrap the tape around his chest. “90 inches! That’s a foot bigger than Jason’s!”

“You’re looking at the new Mr. Olympia man!” said Thomas. “Your friend Jason is a runt compared to me now!” Thomas hit a most muscular pose that blew Sean’s mind, causing his dick to rise eagerly.

“What about those legs?” Sean wrapped the tape around Thomas’s thigh. “53 inches!”

Thomas turned and looked at Sean. He moved toward him and easily lifted the smaller man. He brought their lips together and kissed him. “Dude, let’s go and find Jason and show him what real muscle is!”


Jason pressed his body into Rich’s. In the three years they had been together, Rich had bulked up to 230 pounds of ripped muscle, yet he was no where near as big as Jason. The three Mr. Olympia trophies proved that. Jason’s 375 pounds of hard beef was unsurpassed. The only thing that made him happier than showing off his phenomenal physique and strength was snuggling next to Rich.

Rich pressed into Jason, feeling the power of the big man’s body. Though Rich’s muscles had become thicker and stronger over the years, Jason’s unyielding mass deformed the smaller man’s muscles with their powerful bulk. Rich would have it no other way. The heat generated by Jason’s body had one effect on Rich—it made him horny.

Jason’s powerful hand rubbed along Rich’s torso. Rich shivered as Jason gently rubbed his pecs and felt his hard six-pack.

“What’s this?” Jason asked, knowing damn well what the thick pipe extending along Rich’s stomach was. “Damn, big boy.” Jason began to stroke the Rich’s thick manhood as he rolled over.

Rich reached down and touched Jason’s cock. While no where near as big as his own, the hard man-organ none-the-less excited Rich. The thought that Jason found him attractive and desirable was something Rich would never trade for a million dollars.

“Can’t you ever get enough?” Rich jibed.

Jason responded by pressing his lips to Rich’s, Jason’s tongue wrestling with the smaller man’s.

“Guess not,” Rich ran his hands over Jason’s massive pecs. They were as round as globes and as hard as steel. He moved his mouth to the firm nipple and licked at it like a love-sick puppy. Jason responded by tensing the muscle, making the pecs jump up and down. Rich looked up into Jason’s face with an evil grin and gnashed his teeth into the hard man-breast.

Jason laughed. “Feels good, boy,” he said as he pressed his body into Rich’s. The larger man’s muscular physique rubbed against Rich’s frame. Jason could feel Rich’s huge pole getting harder and throbbing into abs, coating his rigid stomach with a layer of slick precum.

“Got a surprise for you,” said Jason, pulling away from Rich. He rolled over, reached into the nightstand and pulled out a solid metal tube. It was about three-quarters of an inch thick and about 9 inches long. Jason turned back toward Rich and began stroking his cock, squeezing it hard, forcing it to be more turgid. Jason lowered his mouth to the sensitive head, and wrapped his tongue around it.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good!”

“Gonna make it feel even better,” said Jason. “For you and me!” Jason placed the metal at the base or Rich’s fat cock. “Let me know if this is too tight.” Jason grabbed each end of the metal between his thumbs and index fingers. His bowling-pin-like forearms burst into raw muscle as he called upon his strength. The steel resisted, but Jason’s power would not be denied. Slowly, carefully Jason forced the tube to deform, first into a U, then C, then a ring.

Rich rubbed his hands over Jason’s arms, marvelling at the hardness and definition of the muscles as they forced steel to change shape. Rich felt the ring grow tight around the base of his cock, forcing his monster harder and longer. He flexed his prick, forcing more blood to be trapped into his length by Jason’s muscle-made cock ring. When he could take no more, he told Jason to stop.

Jason smiled. He went back to the nightstand and pulled out a tape measure. When Jason looked at Rich, he saw that the man’s dick had snaked into the divide of its owner’s pecs. Rich was flexing his chest, compressing his meaty muscles against the thick head, getting off on his own muscles and fat schlong.

“Let me do that, stud,” said Jason.

“You do it all the time,” said Rich. “Damn, you’ve made me fucking huge. Fuck, sensitive too.” Rich massaged the fat head of his cock with his flexing chest.

“Don’t get too excited. I got plans for that baby,” said Jason as he placed the end of the tape against Rich’s cock. He extended it, watching the numbers get larger and larger. “Holy fuck!”

“What?” asked Rich.

“You’re nearly sixteen fucking inches!”

“Surprise!” laughed Rich, amazed at his own size.

Jason was already measuring Rich’s girth. “Shit. Almost nine inches around.”

“Jealous?” teased Rich as he reached for Jason’s dick. It was oozing precum and hard as steel. Jason’s balls were pulled tight and Rich could tell that he was extremely excited by the effect the of the cock ring. He saw that Jason’s body was quivering slightly, preparing for the onslaught of hormones that would make him grow. Rich looked into Jason’s face as the undefeated Mr. Olympia dropped the tape. His eyes were those of a wild animal.

What happened next Rich could never be sure of. It was a blur. Jason was on him in a flash, lifting him up and throwing him flat on the bed. Jason straddled him, raising Rich’s massive organ and pressing it against his anus. “Make me grow!” command Jason as he forced the head passed his sphincter. Jason liked to be in charge like this. Jason screamed as Rich stretched his hole like never before. Even as he lowered himself several inches, Jason’s body began to grow.

Jason raised his arms behind his head, and his biceps bulged larger and larger. Soon, the muscles were pressing against his ears forcing his arms to extend to accommodate their new mass.

Rich fought an urge to buck up, to force his cock further in Jason. He knew his current monster size could hurt the big man. Rich reached up and felt Jason’s pecs. Even stretched out, they jutted from the man’s body like two shelves. Rich rubbed them and felt them thicken as Jason to continue to lower himself. He watched as Jason’s face contorted, not in pain, but in pleasure. A tear ran down his cheek as the big man struggled against the python invading his body. Jason’s ripped body shuddered with muscle growth as he controlled his descent onto Rich’s massive cock. He stopped half-way down, and pulled out a bit, adjusting himself for the rest. Rich thought Jason already looked substantially more massive. He loved making Jason grow.

Jason started to lower himself once more. He leaned over Rich, who reached up and felt his lats. Rich could resist no longer, and began to force himself up. As he did, he felt Jason’s back getting thicker as it grew wider. Jason let our a primal scream as the metal ring finally pressed against Rich’s ass.

Jason’s body gleaned with sweat as he bounced on Rich’s muscle-giving rod. His body convulsed with new size and power. Jason had never felt as strong. He began to flex his arms as Rich’s hands rubbed his new size. Jason struck a crab pose, striations become more and more defined as Jason’s body expanded.

Rich was groaning now too. “Damn, so fucking big. Oh Jason, I love you.” At those word, Rich released a torrent of juice into Jason. Jason reciprocated by exploding all over Rich’s chest and face. As Jason collapsed on Rich, he rolled his body to release Rich’s magnificent meat. Jason only lay on Rich momentarily before he moved his hands to the cock ring and easily pried it open, freeing Rich’s organ.

Jason stood up and looked in the mirror, flexing. “Damn! Look at me! I’m bigger than ever!”

Jason walked into the bathroom and brought a wet towel for Rich. He wiped the seeds of their love from Rich’s body and cleaned up the mess. “430 pounds of muscle, babe!”

“They’re going to love you this weekend at the show,” said Rich.

“Ya. Poor guy who gets his pro-card. Nobody can compete against these.” Jason flexed his bis as Rich grabbed the tape measure.

“33 inches!” Rich announced.

“Fuck ya,” replied Jason.


Jason walked into the changing room at the National Amateur Competition. He wore a blue polo shirt. It was custom made to his huge frame. Even so, it clung to his massive chest and hung loose over his thin, ripped waist. The sleeves were stretched to their limits, pushed high on his arms and pulled tight against his delts. They ended at the massive balls of muscle that were his biceps. Thick veins formed intricate rivers that pumped blood that fed his powerful arms.

Jason didn’t need to be here yet, but he thought he’d give the competitors a thrill. He remembered when he was at this competition, and how much a chance to meet and talk to the current Mr. Olympia would mean to them. He was right. As soon as he walked in, the competitors recognized him. Some tried to play it cool, like it was no big deal he was there. Others didn’t care and came over to shake his hand and talk to him. It was as much a rush for him as it was for them.

“Look at the size of him,” one super-heavyweight competitor whispered.

“Damn, makes us look fuckin small,” replied another another.

Jason raised his arms and flexed. The polo shirt began to rip, unable to contain the huge muscles Jason commanded. Jason grabbed the V of the shirt and tore it off, revealing his powerful torso. “Keep working at it boys, and someday you can have a bod like this!” he announced.

“Damn, he’s even bigger than I thought,” said one guy who looked like a middle weight.

“Hey guys, you’re going to need you to start getting ready for the prelims,” interrupted one of the contest organizers. “Lightweights go first, so listen for your number.”

“I’ll see you tonight guys,” said Jason as he walked through the crowd. He walked into a smaller back room that had been reserved for him to change and prepare. That’s when he heard someone behind him.

“Pretty good show out there,” said the stranger, “for a small guy.”

Jason turned around. In the shadows, he saw a man about his height. The man stepped into the light, and Jason could see he was wearing a sweatshirt and pants. Even though they were large, the man’s body molded the clothes to his massive frame. Before Jason’s mind could grasp the man’s size, he grabbed the top of the shirt and began to pull, ripping it like paper. “Am I doing this right?” he asked as huge, striated muscles were revealed from under the cloth. “Oh wait. You flexed your guns didn’t you?” Instead of throwing the cloth off, he struck a double-bicep. The tattered sweatshirt pulled, showing the watermellon pecs and brick like abs. Jason heard the sleeves of the shirt rip as the stranger’s popeye forearms shredded the fabric and his Everest-sized biceps destroyed the sleeves.

The man unflexed and tossed off the rags. “Just thought I’d introduce myself. I’m the winner of this show. I knew you were guest posing, and didn’t want to totally embarrass you on the stage. I mean, how many winners of amateur shows can best Mr. Olympia.

Jason’s mind began to race. Was this guy as big as him? Ya, he was big, but… Jason flared his chest. “You might be a big guy, but you aren’t that big,” Jason boasted. “No one’s got thirty three inch guns like me.” Jason pulled his arm up and forced his bowling-ball bicep to rise high and hard.

The man approached, a look of confidence on his face. “Ya, I guess that was considered big in your day.” He flexed his arm and brought it next to Jason’s, overshadowing Jason’s peak with his larger, more ripped mountain. “But a new day has dawned and my 35s make your arms look puny.” The man paused and watched Jason’s expression as he realized what the stranger was saying was true. “In fact,” the bigger man struck a crab pose, “my whole body is way bigger than yours.” The man began to laugh as a look of terror came over Jason’s face and he began to back towards the door.

Only one thought entered Jason’s head. He needed to get out of there. He needed to do something. He was the biggest. He must be the biggest! As the man laughed, he began to run out. He felt like a ton of bricks hit him when the man shouted after him, “And Sean sends his regards.” Jason ran to find Rich.


Rich was unpacking when Jason came running into the room. Jason threw the door open which startled Rich, who dropped the cooler of cooked chicken that Jason ate almost constantly.

“Dude, what’s the problem?” Rich asked, picking up bags of chicken breasts that had spilled on the floor.

“We gotta do something! I can’t go out there tonight! There’s this guy. He’s a fucking monster. Huge! Totally ripped. Rich, he’s bigger than me! I’ll be a laughing stock!”

“Whoa big guy. Slow down. Bigger than you?” Rich sat on the bed and watch Jason. He had never seen Jason this upset.

Jason paced back and forth, clearly agitated. Eventually, he sat on the bed next to Rich. He shook his head, then put his face in his hands. “I went down to the show. You know, say ‘hi’ to the guys. Everything was cool. They were real excited to see me. Eventually I went back to put my stuff away and check out the dressing room they had for me. He followed me. The guy. At first, I didn’t realized. Then we started to flex, and he was huge. Said he was going to win tonight and he’s right. The guy is a hulk. Every part of him is bigger than me. His arms are at least 3 feet around. His pecs are massive. I didn’t see his legs, but the way he filled out his sweatpants. Shit.” Jason looked at Rich, his eyes watering, “Babe, I felt so small.”

“I don’t believe it. Jas, you’re huge. No one can be bigger than you.” Rich ran his hands over Jason’s massive biceps.

“The guy said something,” Jason whispered. “He said ‘Sean sends his regards.’“

“Sean?”

“Ya. I thought about as I was coming up here. What if…” Jason stood up and looked at his shirtless body in the mirror, “what if there is another guy like me? What if Sean found him? What if Sean made the guy grow? Rich, it’s the only thing that makes any sense.”

Rich stood up and walked over to Jason. He put his hand around the big man’s back and both stared in the mirror.

Rich was the first to speak. “Only one thing to do, big guy. We gotta grow you. We gotta push you to your max.”

“But the other guy…”

“Fuck him. Fuck Sean too,” said Rich as he walked over to his suitcase. “You’re Mr. O. You are the best int he world, and you’ll be the biggest again. I’ll see to that!” Rich pulled out a small brown bottle and walked back to Jason. “Besides,” Rich took Jason’s hands, “I love you and I’ve got faith in you.”

Jason smiled. The fear in his face softened as he looked at Rich, and for the first time since he came into the room, Jason smiled.

“Got a surprise for you.” Rich opened the bottle and took out a small pill. He close the bottle and threw it to Jason.

Jason read the label. “Viagra?”

Rich took the pill. “Recreational. I’m going to fuck you until you make Sean’s hulk look like a 98 pound weakling.”

Jason smiled and began to strip.

Rich pulled off his shirt, revealing his bodybuilder’s chest. Jason was in his shorts. “We got some time before the pill kicks in,” Rich said as he began to rub his hands over Jason’s massive chest.

Jason lowered his head to Rich’s and started kissing him.


“How’d it go?” Sean asked Thomas.

“Just like you said, big guy.” Thomas’s grin extended from ear to ear. “The dude is going down. When he got a load of these guns,” Thomas flexed his right arm, rubbing his left hand over the mountainous bulge, “he couldn’t get out of there fast enough.”

“So, what’s it feel like to be the next Mr. Olympia?”

“Awesome, man, totally awesome.” Thomas turned toward Sean and lowered his hand to Sean’s crotch. He groped the smaller man, saying, “and I owe it all to you.”

“My pleasure, but we can’t relax yet. It’s time for phase two.” Sean reached over and grabbed Thomas’s posing trunks. “Put these on and let’s go pay our friends a visit.”

Thomas nodded affirmatively and stripped off his sweat pants. He pulled the briefs over his massive thighs and arranged his substantial cock in the fabric.

“They’re four doors down in 509,” said Sean as Thomas took the lead. The hall was empty as the powerful man strode confidently to the door.

“Knock?” Thomas whispered.

Sean put his ear to the door. He could make out panting and sounds of movement and bed spings squeaking. “Think they might be doing it in there?”

Thomas scowled. “You don’t think he’s trying to get bigger than me?”

“Could be,” said Sean. “It’s what we’d do, right?”

“No way man!” Thomas grabbed the door’s handle. It was locked. His forearms burst into steel cables as he gripped and applied muscular pressure. His tri burst into a deep horseshoe and his pecs hardened as his arm demanded that the handle turn. The steel bolt that held the lock had no chance against the 465 pound plus muscle behemoth. It snapped and the handle bent and turned, opening the door. Thomas burst in. He saw Rich and Jason naked, embracing and kissing, their hands exploring each other’s body.

Jason jumped up at the sound of the intrusion. Instinctively he jumped at the man. Thomas staggered back a step at Jason’s assaulted before grabbing him in a bear hug that lifted him from the ground. Jason struggled, but Thomas squeezed, his muscular body overpowering his smaller foe.

Rich leaped up, a u-shaped piece of metal falling from the base of his cock. His massive 14 inch erection in front of him.

“Looks like we were in time,” said Sean. “Hello Rich. It’s been a while.”

“Sean. Get the fuck out of here.”

“Is that anyway to treat guests?” said Sean. “Besides, I haven’t introduced you to my new boyfriend. Thomas this is Rich. I think you’ve already met Jason.”

Jason was turning red, unable to breath in Thomas’s grip. Thomas squeezed tighter, his massive arms denting Jason’s thick lats like clay. Jason tried in vain to ward off Thomas’s attack, trying to flex his prize-winning muscles against the onslaught. Each time Jason inhaled, he lost more ground to Thomas’s power.

“Stop it! You’re hurting him!” Rich yelled, running to Thomas and trying to pry his arms open.

Thomas looked at Rich, the massive cock poking in front of him. He dropped Jason with a thud and pushed him away. Jason stumbled to the other side of the room, bending over and breathing heavily.

Thomas meanwhile had grabbed Rich, his powerful hand digging into Rich’s trap. As Rich tried to back away, Thomas held him firm. The huge muscle man reached out with his left hand and grabbed Rich’s cock. “Fuck man.” Thomas turned to Sean, “Man, you were right about him.”

Sean walked over and picked up the u-shaped metal from the ground. “Hmmm… and a little something extra, I’d guess.”

“Get away from him,” Jason coughed, recovering.

“Looks like the horse-man here likes what he sees. Don’t you boy?” Thomas bounces his pecs, first in unison then one at a time. He let out a small chuckle as he felt Rich’s dick twitch, obviously turned on at his display. “Whatcha say about it little man?”

Rich turned and looked at Jason, his eyes pleading with his lover for help.

“Get away from him!” Jason demanded, standing up. Jason threw his shoulders back, flared his lats and expanded his chest. He looked like a Greek god, raw power flowing through his body. It was an impressive sight.

Thomas laughed. He walked over to Jason and adopted the same pose. Jason’s incredible mass was upstaged by the larger Thomas. “OK,” Thomas said gruffly, “now what, little man.”

Jason took a step forward, pressing into Thomas. Thomas held his ground. Jason pressed forward, his legs digging into the carpeting for traction. Thomas didn’t move. Jason’s face contorted with determination as he tried to move Thomas. His legs flexed hard and his calves pumped into diamonds as he pushed.

Thomas just grinned. “Let me show you how it’s done.” Thomas lifted a leg and leaned forward. Jason felt his feet slide against the carpet as Thomas pressed against him. Thomas took a step, then another. Jason felt himself against the bed when Thomas lifted his arms and pressed him down.

Jason fell backward on the bed and stared up in amazement at the ease Thomas had moving him.

“Get it now, dude? I’m not only bigger than you, but I’m way stronger than you too. See, Mr. O?” Thomas leaned over Jason and struck a crab pose. Jason could barely see Thomas’s head over the massive shelf of his pecs. His upper arms were watermelon sized, and his shoulders look bigger than basketballs. The definition of Thomas’s abs indicated he had almost no body fat.

Thomas looked over at Sean, and Sean nodded at him. Thomas reached down and grabbed Jason by the groin. Jason screamed.

Rich saw Thomas’s massive forearms burst into veins and sinewy muscle as he flexed his arms.

“So, Rich. I want you to use that massive tool on me. If you don’t, I’m going to make this boyfriend of yours a eunuch. If you do, maybe I’ll just fuck his pretty ass instead while you fuck me and make me grow.”

Rich stepped back, a shocked look on his face. He looked at Jason, who was in pain, desperately trying to pry Thomas’s stronger grip from his crotch. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Sean stripping off his clothes.

There was a silent pause, then Jason screamed as Thomas’s grip tightened. “I don’t like to be kept waiting,” he growled. Thomas’s forearms rippled again and Jason bucked and howled in pain.

“OK!” Rich screamed. His body was shaking. “Stop! Don’t hurt him.”

“Now that’s what I expect,” said Thomas, removing his hand. “Obedience.” Rich straddled Jason. “Don’t move,” he ordered.

Sean was now naked, stroking his cock. He walked over to Thomas who squeezed the monster dick with his hand.

Thomas looked to Rich. “Come here.” Reluctantly, Rich obeyed. In his other hand, Thomas began to stroke Rich’s cock. Its hypersensitivity caused it harden in the muscle god’s hand. “Fuck, now I like that. Two horse cocks at my disposal.”

“Whatever my big man wants he gets,” said Sean, smirking at Rich.

Thomas ordered the two men closer together, comparing their schlongs. “Damn, he’s so fucking big!” Thomas looked at Jason. “No wonder you got to be such a big boy. Now it’s my turn.” Thomas turned his attention to Rich. “Is this as big as it gets, or does it get bigger?”

“What’s the matter?” Rich said smugly. “Not big enough for you.”

Thomas’s legs, which were on either side of Jason’s hips, flexed and contracted. Jason squirmed, trying to escape the powerful contraction of Thomas’s superior strength. There was a pop, and Jason screamed.

“STOP IT!” pleaded Rich.

Thomas smiled, his mighty legs bursting with muscular strength as they crushed in Jason.

“I,” Rich started, then blurted out, “yes, I can get bigger.”

“How?” Thomas maintained his force on Jason who was powerless against the bigger man.

Rich searched frantically. “This what you’re looking for,” said Sean, holding up the bent metal he had found on the floor.

“Ya,” said Rich.

“Looks like Jason likes cock rings on his boy,” said Sean, placing the U-shaped metal under Rich’s balls. “Squeeze it closed and let’s see if it works.”

Thomas moved his powerful fingers to the metal, bending the steel with no trouble. He clamped it over Rich’s cock, which throbbed and turned redder as the blood further engorged it.

Sean’s jaw dropped as he watched Rich’s cock get longer and thicker, pulsing with hard maleness. “Thomas, you gotta try that with me!” he begged, stroking his meat in jealous lust. He looked at Rich, “Got any more of those?”

Rich smirked and rubbed his monster cock.

“Answer him,” demanded Thomas.

Rich signaled toward a small suitcase. Sean ran to it and pulled out a metal bar. Smiling, he returned to Thomas. “Make me huge, big man!”

Thomas put the metal at the base of Sean’s mule dick and created the cock ring, bending the bar as if were made of clay. As the blood flow was restricted, Sean’s cock began to expand and lengthen. It grew several inches, but was dwarfed by Rich’s python.

Emboldened, Rich moved closer to Sean, placing his monster next to Sean’s. “Still the little boy, I see,” Rich bragged. He turned and winked at Jason, then looked to Thomas. “Some guys can never measure up.”

Thomas eyes widened, and Rich thought his body looked a little flushed. He placed his big hand around both monsters, sizing them up with his hands. Thomas’s hands were hot and sweaty as he wrapped both hands over the massive examples of manhood. He bent toward the rods and began licking, tasting Rich then Sean. His body became more flushed as Thomas’s desire built.

Thomas let go of Rich. “Damn, I need to feel that thing in me. Get yourself ready, I’ll let you know when I’m horned up enough.” Thomas turned his attention to Sean, who fed his python to Thomas. Thomas began to get into it, licking the shaft and taking Sean’s balls into his mouth.

Rich looked at Jason, who lay powerless on the bed, straddled by Thomas. He was staring longingly at Sean and Thomas’s passion. Rich knelt next to him. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what to do.”

“He’s so fucking strong. The guy is a monster!” whispered Jason. “Do what he says… what choice do we have. I guess it’s over for me.”

“I love you,” replied Rich. “Maybe when they’re gone…”

“Don’t worry about it babe,” interrupted Jason. “I’ve had a good run.” Jason rubbed his hand one of Thomas’s thighs that kept him pinned to the bed. “Damn, he’s a fucking brick shit house! Babe, can I suck on that monster of yours for a second?”

Rich smiled, and moved into a position so that Jason could suck him. Jason was like a starving babe at his mother’s breast. He licked and began to suck on Rich, who became hard as steel as his lover went down on him.

Jason lifted a hand and rubbed Thomas’s rocky eight-pack. Jason’s body began to flush like Thomas’s as he felt the muscular man’s amazing body. Thomas began to slide his fat cock along Jason’s abs, the titanium hard manhood ripping into Jason’s powerful muscles. Jason’s felt Thomas’s balls pulsing, almost vibrating, swelling with hormones ready to explode into his system. Jason’s own balls were doing the same, but had no hope of release as long as he was dominated by Thomas.

“Oh man, this is so hot!” cried Thomas as he dropped Sean’s wet cock from his mouth. “Ya, you like this fuckin’ man’s body, don’t you? Mr. Fucking Olympia can’t get enough of that boy’s huge cock and my huge muscle, can you?” Thomas was beet red, his blood pumping hard priming his body. “Boy, I think I’m ready for you. I like it hard and rough. Don’t disappoint me, or your boyfriend here will suffer. We both want me to be a hulking muscle monster. Don’t we, Mr. O? And you’re lucky enough to watch it happen,” Thomas smirked, then added, “to ME.”

Jason shivered at the thought of Thomas growing even more powerful.

Thomas slid down Jason’s body, letting his full balls bounce between Jason’s legs. Thomas grabs Jason’s cock and starts jerking it against his own, squeezing the man-meat together. Both men’s balls pulsed and throbbed in a synchronized rhythm as they filled with their power juice.

Thomas positioned his ass so Rich could fuck him. He lay, pressed against Jason, crushing his powerful body into Mr. Olympia’s slightly smaller but weaker physique. Both men glistened with sweat as their flushed bodies demonstrated their desire for the stimulus that would cause them to grow.

Rich positioned his cock and pressed against Thomas. Rich thought of all the times he had done this to Jason, causing him to grow and live his dream. He placed his hands on Thomas’s wide lats. Thomas felt hot, like he was burning up. The musky scent of his sweat filled Rich’s nostrils like an aphrodisiac. The muscle man’s body was primed for some serious growth. Rich’s cock jerked up eagerly, and he hated himself for being so excited by the man who restrained his lover with superior power. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath and pushed.

Thomas moaned and shuddered as he was invaded by Rich’s fat cock. It felt like a steel pipe pressing into him. As Rich forced his cock past Thomas’s prostate, Thomas felt a euphoric feeling as every nerve in his body tingled. Rich stopped and pulled out slightly, rubbing his fat head over Thomas’s sensitive organ. That’s when Thomas felt it begin. Sweat ran over his muscles and dripped from his nipples as his body began to throb and expand. Thomas felt a rush of heat and power flood from his body. Thomas’s head snapped back as he screamed “YES!”, his back widening and body thickening with new muscular power.

Jason felt it too. Thomas’s body grew heavier on him. He felt the heat of the huge man as his body began to swell with new muscle. Jason moved his left hand to his chest, rubbing his fingers against his own nipple. With his right hand, he rubbed Thomas’s pec. Jason felt Thomas’s muscle inflate under his hand as he made Thomas’s nipple erect. He hefted his huge chest, compare Thomas’s with his own. Jason felt small as Thomas’s larger body exploded with even more muscle.

“Oh ya,” Thomas sighed as he looked at Jason. “You like my bigger muscle, don’t you.” Thomas raised his arm and flexed it at a ninety-degree angle. The bicep peaked and pulsed bigger and bigger every second. “Check out these guns, dude! Watch them grow! Shit, think of the power in them. Look at those rips! I’m a fucking muscle monster and I’m still growing. No one can stop me!”

Jason’s eyes widened at Thomas’s revelation, knowing it was true. He felt so hot, and his balls felt like they would explode. His own power was in overdrive at the sight of Thomas, yet it was dammed up with no hope of release. This fact only made Jason more desperate. His heart beat loud in his ears as his desire grew and grew.

Rich thrust deeper and deeper into Thomas. With each inch of his potent length, Thomas inflated with new muscle. Rich rubbed his hands over Thomas’s wide back, marveling at its thickness and the contours of his thick traps and wide lats. Thomas felt like warm metal full of hard muscular ridges. The sight of the growing hulk caused Rich’s cock to harden even more, throbbing thicker and thicker as it plunged deeper into the man. Rich forced more than half his cock in as Thomas’s traps burst toward his ears. When Rich had three-quarters of his monster plunged into Thomas, Thomas’s shoulders were so wide they looked like beach balls joining his arms to his lats.

“Oh ya! Man, you’re so fucking big. Making me huge. God, could never imagine this feeling. Shit, so fucking strong! Fucking superman strong!” Thomas began to gyrate his body over Jason. Jason could feel Thomas’s balls pulse, pumping power into his growing body. Jason pushed against Thomas with no effect, unable to even dent his hard muscle. Thomas laughed. “What’s the matter, wimp. Shit, I bet this one arm is stronger than your whole body.” Thomas bucked, forcing all of Rich’s length into him for the first time. Jason watched the effect as Thomas’s body spasmed larger.

Thomas reached around and grabbed Jason’s legs. Jason resisted, which made Thomas smile. Rich could see Thomas’s powerful arms ripple with power, becoming more cut and more ripped as each arm fought to control each of Jason’s legs. Thomas’s forearms looked larger than Jason’s calves. Jason’s legs flexed into their own muscular hardness, but he had no hope of competing with the Thomas’s power, which was multiplying every second. Slowly and purposefully, Thomas forced Jason’s legs up, perpendicular with the bed, then toward his shoulders.

“Shit! Your legs are weak, man. Now, I’m going to fuck you so you can know what a real man feels like.” Thomas slid his cock over Jason’s asshole and with a single thrust pushed his entire manhood into Jason.

Jason cried out with the force of Thomas’s penetration. He felt pain shoot through his rectum, but then something else. He felt a small growth spurt, as the dam holding back his power cracked. Jason felt Thomas’s nuts bang against his own. Both men’s sacks were swollen and throbbing, vibrating in a manly symphony of hormonal energy.

Sean had been jacking off to the incredible sight of Thomas’s growth, and now walked over to him.

“You like,” asked Thomas as he flexed his massive torso, forcing his cock deep into Jason.

Sean rubbed his hand over Thomas’s chest, barely able to comprehend the massive size Thomas had obtained. As he rubbed the hard pecs which forced into Thomas’s chin, he felt them continue to expand under his touch. “Fuck, you’re still getting bigger.”

“Damn right I am!” Thomas unflexed and reached for Sean’s cock. He grabbed it in his big hand and began stroking it.

Jason felt the change in Thomas immediately. His balls swelled again, and his growth began to accelerate as he was thrilled by Sean’s huge cock. He felt Thomas’s cock throb thicker in his ass. Thomas seemed totally unaware that Jason was slowing gaining mass as his powerful fucking released Jason’s pent-up power.

Sean moved close to Thomas and started kissing him passionately. “So fucking hot,” whispered Sean.

“Ya, getting hulking big for you,” replied Thomas.

Sean pressed closer to Thomas, forcing his weak body into the muscle god’s physique. Sean began to lick the sweat from Thomas, lapping at his pits and under his melon-sized pecs. Thomas moaned his approval.

“Babe, fuck him with me. Come on, put your huge cock next to mine and fuck this would-be muscle man with your horse cock,” Thomas said. “I want to feel your dick next to mine as a creme into him.”

Sean smiled, and Thomas made space for his lover. Sean’s monster cock reached and poked into Thomas’s.

Jason screamed as Sean pushed in. His anus stretched to accommodate the double fucking. As the pain subsided, Jason felt the dam burst, his pent-up hormones flooding into his body. Jason nearly passed out as his brain was overloaded with the feeling of Sean and Thomas’s fucking and his muscles pulsing and growing with enormous power.

Sean and Thomas thrust in synchronized rhythm into Jason. Thomas flexed his massive body as Sean worshipped his god.

Rich continued to pound Thomas’s ass. Thomas’s glutes were round and firm, absorbing his hardest thrusts. He felt Thomas quiver and groan.

“Damn, I need to come,” Thomas whispered to Sean. Thomas’s balls pulled tight into his body. He began to spasm as he forced his manhood into Jason, who lay nearly unconscious under him. Thomas’s hard thrust pushed Jason into the bed as he began to shoot his load. The metal holding the bed together below the orgy of men couldn’t take the power and weight of the massive behemoths, and collapsed. The men fell into each other as Thomas continued to ejaculate into Jason.

Rich felt Thomas’s ass clamp down as he prepared to shoot his load. Rich reached and rubbed Thomas’s nuts which were swollen with man juice. As Thomas shot, his swollen nuts expunged their juice and began to shrink. Rich fell into Thomas as the bed collapsed, but he continued to rub and stimulate the muscle god’s deflating ball sack.

Jason was lost in the euphoria he was feeling. He felt hot as his muscles pulsed and pulled at his skin. He felt the thump as he fell against the bed, and warmth penetrate his gut when Thomas came. The warmth spread over his body as a feeling of boundless power raced through his body. He felt as if he was floating, every nerve in his body alive. His muscles felt boundless power. They felt heavy and dense.

Thomas let out a primal cry as his load sputtered, his juices depleted. He jumped up, pulling his withering meat from Jason and throwing Rich off of him. Thomas lifted Sean in an embrace, kissing him deeply and holding him gently next to his massive pecs.

As Rich flew off Thomas, his cock began to shoot its spunk. He stared at the incredible muscle hulk that he helped create, and lusted after Thomas’s mass. The thought of such strength and size overwhelmed him as he blew his load. As he recovered, he noticed Jason on the floor. His body was in spasm like he was having a seizure.

Thomas carried Sean to the other side of the room. He let the small man down then got the first look at his new body in the mirror. The mirror was not large enough to reflect his massive proportions. Thomas’s calves were so wide that they touched. His knees were forced out by enormous quads and hamstrings. His glutes were perfect hemispheres and ripped. His waist was considerably smaller than his massive chest, yet thick, hard and corded. His pecs jutted out casting a deep shadow over his cobble-stone abs. Thomas flexed and twisted, checking out his superior physique from every angle while Sean stroked his cock enviously and wantonly.

Rich ignored Thomas and stared at Jason. Something was happening to him. It was like his body was a balloon, inflating and expanding rapidly. It wasn’t air filling his, but dense thick muscle.

Thomas raised his arm and forced an Everest-sized bicep to stretch his skin. “Damn!” he exclaimed at the sight of an arm bigger than most people’s chests. Thomas turned and grinned at Sean.

Sean took the cue and reached over to feel the Thomas’s cannon. His hand was dwarfed by the size of it. As he felt the hardness of Thomas’s arm, his cock bucked and jolted, then began to shoot uncontrollably, his spunk a visible tribute to his muscle god as it clung and coated his muscular body.

“You like my bod, ha man?” Thomas asked, prying the metal ring off of Sean’s spent schlong.

“Fuck ya,” said Sean. “No one is bigger, stronger or better built than you!”

“I’m not so sure about that.” It was Jason. He opened his eyes and looked at Rich. He reached down and snapped off the ring that Thomas had clamped around the base of his cock. He then stood up, muscle rippling as he raised himself from the floor. The men in the room stared as Jason was now obviously much larger.

Jason slowly walked toward Thomas. Rich tried to judge their size. Thomas was huge, but Jason seemed equally as large. No, maybe bigger. It was hard for him to judge. Both men had become so extremely muscular that his mind had trouble contemplating the power each man had.

Jason stood behind Thomas. Slowly, he raised his arm and flexed his bicep. The muscle responded with a mountainous peak. Rich watched as Jason’s powerful arm expanded to match Thomas’s size.

“Fuck, he’s as big as you! What’s going on!” Sean cried.

Jason didn’t respond. Instead, he felt his balls tighten and a warmth flow through his body.

“Hey. He’s getting bigger!” Sean cried in disbelief.

Rich could see it. It was true. Jason was willing his arm larger, making his already huge bicep swell with more muscle and more power. In seconds, his massive arm was noticeably bigger than Thomas. Thomas reacted by flexing harder, but his hulking size was now dwarfed by Jason’s larger, harder size.

“Something wrong?” Jason asked, staring threateningly into Thomas’s eyes.

Thomas raised his other arm, then pulled them forward into a menacing crab pose. Every muscle in his torso expanded as veins were forced to the surface and his skin turned red as it stretched to accommodate his power.

Jason laughed. He raised his other arm and mimicked Thomas’s pose. Jason’s pecs flexed thicker than Thomas’s and his lats and shoulder grew wider. Jason’s traps jutted so high that they totally hid his bull neck. Jason displayed more muscle and better symmetry than Thomas.

Jason reacted next. He unflexed and placed his big hands on Thomas’s traps. Jason’s arms flexed as he dug his fingers into Thomas’s once impenetrable muscle. Jason’s shoulder’s flexed into three distinct heads as he pressed down on the hulking Thomas. “Kneel,” he commands.

Thomas resisted. His mighty legs flexed, quads and hamstrings coming to life with inhuman strength. He grabbed Jason’s arms and tried to pry them off, but found Jason’s muscle invulnerable to his own mighty grip. Thomas’s knees shook as his huge legs resisted what felt like the weight of a planet on his shoulders. Thomas screamed as his powerful legs buckled and he was slowly forced to the floor, out muscled by Jason’s new found strength.

“Now, worship your god,” Jason commanded, stuffing his erect dick into Thomas’s mouth. Thomas could feel Jason’s balls vibrating and throbbing with power, while his own balls were now depleted. Jason’s pipe-like dick was super hard and Thomas began to choke on it. Jason thrust into Thomas’s mouth a few times and Sean beat on his super body.

“Let him go. I’m sorry. It was my idea. My fault.” Sean pleaded.

“Pleading didn’t work when you forced Rich to fuck this jerk,” Jason reminded. Reluctantly, he pulled out. Thomas gasped for air, his face at Jason’s feet.

“Jason, how?” Rich asked.

“Don’t know, but it feels great. I just know that now, I can control my growth. I can get bigger anytime I want.” Jason turned to Sean. “Sean,” he said softly, almost apologetically, “I’m sorry we didn’t work out.” He paused, and his tone changed, “But that is no excuse for this.”

“I just wanted to teach you a lesson,” said Sean meekly.

“And hurt me? And Rich?” Jason reached down and lifted Thomas up. He began to shake him like a rag doll. “I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO YOU!”

“Stop it.” Sean punched at Jason. “He just wanted to be big. Be huge. He wanted to win it all. You can understand that. Look at you.”

Jason stopped and threw Thomas to the ground. “Ya, maybe I can.” He walked over to Rich. “Dude, I love you. I’m sorry if they hurt you.”

“I’m OK,” Rich responded. “I was just so worried about you.”

Jason smiled. “What should we do with them?”

Rich turned to Sean. “Get dressed. Get out of here.”

Sean quickly began to gather up their clothes. He brought a towel to wrap around Thomas.

As they began to leave, Thomas turned. “I guess sorry isn’t enough, is it?”

Jason shook his head. “You’re gonna win tonight, but you’re going to have to get use to being number two to me. Maybe in a few years, when I retire, you can be the best. But for now, that’s me.”

Sean and Thomas left the room.

That night, Thomas destroyed his competition to get his pro-card, but Jason stole the show. No one could imagine any human being be so muscular, yet coordinated and symmetric. Jason continued to shatter all bodybuilding records for years to come, while Thomas always placed second. Over time, the two became friends, but that is another story.


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