I suddenly realised that I was dreaming. Yes! I can do it! In the misty sight of my dream, I ran to a room which I knew would have a mirror in it, and there it was. I went and stood in front of it, looking at myself. I was really hoping that it would work this time. Now GROW!
I could see in the mirror my image starting to expand, grow up and out. As this was happening I could hear in the distance a low beeping noise that distracted me from the image, as I reached over and turned off my alarm. My alarm? Shit, as always, I had woken up from a dream that I was starting to enjoy… again. “Why can't I ever get a good one to go on?” I wondered out loud to myself.
I climbed out of bed, rubbing the hard on that I had through my boxers, pulled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and went downstairs to have breakfast. Half an hour later I was biking my way to my morning class, which started at 8. Along the way I kept thinking of the dream, well what I could remember of it, and sighed. Shame that couldn't happen in real life. The morning classes were the same, boring, long, jutting down notes I probably wouldn't use. Finally they finished. I quickly left to go to the gym; in what I had now decided was a futile attempt to get really huge.
The day's routine continued. I locked up my bike outside the gym, said hi to the gym instructors at the front desk, popped in my card and went and got changed. You could almost swear that this was a repeat of the day before, well that's what I was thinking when doing my usual warm ups, and continued to think as I went to do my usual workout.
And then he came.
Just as I was filling up my water bottle from the tap by the front desk. It was as if someone had looked into my mind, pulled out my most greatest desire, and had put him there, right in front of me. Time seemed to slow down.
His voice was deep, but soothing as he paid a causal to get in. I watched in slow motion the moving of his forearm, the veins and lines of muscle moving in perfect sequence, revealed for everyone to see. My eyes followed up his arm to a bicep that was probably a couple of dozen inches around. I continued up to his delts, that left a definite gap under the cloth of his singlet as it went over his shoulder and met up with his pecs, which themselves looked like they didn't want to be covered up, as they were really stretching the fabric. The gully between those two lovely pecs was very deep, and I was thinking what it would be like to feel inside there. My gaze continued up to his neck, which was so thick, maybe even thicker than my leg. I finally came up to his face. It was so beautiful it was all I could do not to cry. His features were sharp and in all the right places. His face was smooth and tanned, just like the rest of his body (from what I could see). His hair was a wavy golden brown, just to shoulder hight, just the right length. Then I looked at his eyes and gasped. They were a bright emerald green. So intense that it wouldn't be surprising if a couple of lasers popped out of them. This had all taken 10 seconds, but it had felt like a lifetime. When I realised that I was staring I quickly moved away, trying to hide the erection that had rudely popped up.
I don't think I got any proper working out done that day. In between every exercise I kept on getting glances of him (and I noticed that a few of the women were doing the same), but looking away when he started to turn in my direction. I didn't want to give the wrong idea. But who was I kidding? I had accepted that I was gay, but I hadn't told anyone yet, and I wasn't really ready to start now. But it was just so nice to look at. The peaking of his biceps during the dumbbell curls, the squeezing of his pecs in the peck deck, the tightening of his arse during the squats, the perfect outline of diamonds of calves as he did standing calf raises. His shorts didn't leave much to the imagination as they were over half way up his legs, revealing huge and perfect quads, and they didn't really hide the package that was under there.
I was nearing the end of my workout, and thought I would get one last look at him. I turned my head in the direction he was in… and he was looking directly at me! For a second our eyes locked, and I fell into those sharp green eyes of his. I stared for a few seconds, and then hurried to the changing room. I quickly stripped off and hopped into a shower stall, closed the curtain, turned on the shower and jerked off like there was no tomorrow. He looked at me, he looked at me, he looked at me, kept on going over and over in my mind. I started to think more about his body, and how nice it would be to touch, to smell, to taste. I didn't really have a clue, as I had never been with anyone. I was 18 and had never been even with a girl. But I quickly pushed that thought aside as I continued to think of him. I imagined him in the shower there with me, his bulk making it a tight squeeze. That thought felt so real as I heard the sound of a curtain opening somewhere in another shower, well it sounded far away. I thought of him standing right there with me and it was feeling so real! I opened my eyes, and was looking right into the gully of two huge pecs. I looked up… and there he was. I moaned suddenly as I shot my load over my hand and on his legs. I kept on moaning, as this was the most intense orgasm I had ever had. He put one of his hands over my mouth and held up the index finger with the other one in a “be quiet” motion, all the time smiling with that warm smile.
My orgasm had stopped now, and I looked at his face. He was looking at me with a thoughtful look. It was then that I realised that he was totally naked. I looked down and saw a 10-inch monster, and it was still limp. I could only get to 6 hard. But the monster started to turn into an even bigger one as it started to get hard. At his height, the base of his cock was about the same height as my stomach, but now it was quickly moving it's way up, rubbing along my stomach and then my chest as it went. It stopped just above my mouth, all 16 inches of it. I was so tempted to lick it, as it was dripping with precum, but I didn't get the chance as he kneeled down, and gently turned me around and pressed me up against the shower wall. I felt his hands move down my back and onto my arse, massaging it. He moved down to my thighs and pushed them apart, and ever so gently but firmly, thrust his manhood into my virgin hole. I gasped at the sudden pain and shock of what was happening, and started moaning a bit as he pushed even more of himself into me. I turned my head around to see what was going on, but he turned my head back, then started stroking my dick with his other hand, all while still thrusting into me. Finally, I felt the base of his cock reach my arse, and his balls against my legs. He held there for a moment, then started to thrust in and out. It was uncomfortable and hurt quite a lot and I started to moan out load, but then his tool hit the right place inside me and the pain gave way to the most intense pleasure that I had ever felt, and my moans of pain became moans of pleasure. With each thrust I could hear him grunt and groan, and I could feel myself getting close to orgasm again as his hand stroked my cock.
Just for a second I was thinking that this wasn't part of the day's usual routine before lust took away all logical thought. About a minuet later, his breathing became more heavy and his thrusts became faster and harder. We were now moaning in unison and I could feel his cock swell inside of me.
And then he came.
He yelled out as torrents of cum exploded out of his cock and into my stomach. There was so much of it I could feel it coming out of my hole and running down my legs. It was at this time I also blew my load for the second time in five minuets. I finished well before he did, and just as he finished, I came again. From behind I heard him panting, then felt it as he slowly took out his cock. It felt like I was in a dream. The distant shower curtain opened and closed, as I turned around and slowly sat down in the shower into the cum that was still left, and I came one more time, though I don't think anything came out.
That was the last thing I really remember of that whole day. I stayed in the shower for about another 10 minuets, trying to put together in my mind what had happened, and it didn't seem real, but my throbbing arse and sore balls and cock told me otherwise. The rest of the day seemed to be hazy. It wasn't until I was getting into bed that night that I became aware again. I was still in my gym clothes, as I obviously didn't think of changing into casual clothes.
All I did for a couple of hours was look outside the window, at the rolling hill sides bathed in moonlight that would eventually become an extension of the road on which we lived. Nothing had happened out there for a few years now, and chances are, it would remain farmland. I was thinking about what had happened. I had lost my virginity to what has to be the most handsome guy in the world. I still couldn't believe it. I reached down to my cock to rearrange it again for the third time, as it was uncomfortable, even though it wasn't hard.
But this time I couldn't get it right. I pulled off the bed sheets and was surprised at what I saw. It was a very large bulge, and seemed to be getting larger. The moonlight must have been playing a trick as I could feel that I wasn't hard. I looked harder and saw that the bulge was getting larger, and it had to be my cock. My heart started beating faster as I realised what was happening. I sat up and touched myself through my shorts. That was defiantly me down there, and more of me every second. I stood up and went over to the mirror on my wardrobe door to have a look. I could see that the bulge was quickly getting larger by the second, and it was getting very tight down there. After another 20 or so seconds, the growing stopped. My heart was still beating very fast as I got more and more excited, and then I could feel the erection coming. My cock pressed up hard against my shorts, and in a few short seconds ripped out the front, exposing my now very large man hood. It was only semi hard, but was over half way down to my knees. It got hard very fast, so fast I could swear that I felt wind on it as it stood up. It was now standing just below my chest and leaking, no, flowing precum which was drenching my t-shirt and shorts as it flowed down my throbbing cock My balls were still inside my shorts, but they were so large, the stuck partly out of the bottom of the leggings. I could now do something that I had wanted to do for such a long time.
I bent down my head and sucked the head of my cock, which could just barley fit inside my mouth. It was so good, the taste and the feeling! I forced as much as I could into my mouth, while rubbing it with my hands, which could only wrap half way round each. I looked up into the mirror, and saw that my cock was grossly out of proportion with the rest of my body, but the sight of it was so hot that it sent me over the edge. I moaned as I could feel my balls swell and push their contents up through my cock. A jet of warm, hot liquid hit the back of my throat, catching me by surprise at the force of it. I tried to drink down as much as possible, but I had to come up for air. But my orgasm didn't stop there. I sprayed loads of cum up the mirror and onto the roof. I was also having to bite onto my lip to stop from moaning out so loud so as not to wake the rest of my family. I clamped my mouth down onto my head again, getting my face covered at the same time, and sucked as much as possible. About 2 minuets later, I was a mess. I was covered in cum, as was the mirror, roof, part of the wall and the carpet around where I was kneeling, as the intensity of the orgasm had been so strong, I couldn't stand anymore. I was panting, and sweat was mixing up with the cum and dripping off my body. My cock was soft, but lying partially on the ground. It wasn't until now that I could feel how heavy it was.
“This must have been from him”, I thought out loud. That brought back the memory of what had happened at the gym, and I started getting hard again. Shit! I had to get out quick, unless I wanted a whole room drenched in cum. I quickly went over to my window, opened it and climbed outside as best as I could with a monster cock to work with. I ran across the driveway, hopped the fence and ran out into the field next door. There, in the moonlight, I rubbed and sucked myself again, and came again, even harder than before. This time I allowed myself to yell out loud, as it was so intense. I drank as much as I could, and when I couldn't, I watched as the cum squirted and fell maybe what was over 100 metres away. When I was spent, I lay down to enjoy the afterglow. I noticed that even though my cock was soft, it was down to my knees. I got a bit scared now. How much bigger was it going to get? Then quite involuntary, it got hard again. I stood up to have more fun, and watched in lust as it went above my chest, above my mouth and stopped just above my head.
What was I supposed to do now?
It was then that I felt the grass under my feet move. I looked down and saw that the grass wasn't moving, it was my feet. They were getting larger and moving apart. This was because my thighs were getting larger and wider. Oh this was so good. I kept on looking down to watch. I saw my chest expand as my pecs developed a ridge between them. The bottom of my t-shirt and top of my shorts got looser as the fat around my stomach vanished. My forearms were widening, the fat evaporating away and showing the muscle in clear definition, and veins were popping up over them as well. I could see as my biceps got definition and size into them, as they tightened the sleeves of my shirt. I noticed that I had to lean over a bit to look at my legs, as my chest was beginning to stick out so much. I could see the diamond shape of my quads as they grew to massive proportions. My calves were huge, and were now touching each other. I looked to my shoulders and saw that they were poking out of my t-shirt, climbing up to my ears. I could feel the wind on my stomach, as I realised that I was getting taller. I also noticed that the head of my cock was down to eye level, and was getting lower. Hopefully not too lower. My t-shirt could hold out no longer, and gave way across my chest. I noticed that the body hair I had there and that I had loathed for so long, was now all gone. I looked at my biceps just as the material split across them and gave way. I could see the separate muscles, and they weren't flexed either. When I did though, I was blown away by their size. I heard another ripping sound and looked down as my gym shorts gave way, ripping up the sides of my legs. There were only strips of material left hanging to the now very tight waistband, which gave way to my expanding waist. It wasn't long after this that the growing stopped. Before this had started, I was 6 foot and 80kgs. I must have been at least 6’6 and well over 150kgs. My chest had to be at least 90 inches, arms maybe 40 inches, thighs 50 inches, waist 30 inches, and my cock well over 20 inches long, as it was now at chest height again. I touched it and blew my load and yelled out. I must have been heard for miles around. I was a teen muscle hulk; a muscle god, and I loved it!
I sucked, stroked, posed, and shot off for hours. When the sun started coming up, I was getting very tired. I lay down in a huge pond of cum and fell asleep. I woke up and reached over to turn off my alarm… damn! It was all a dream, again! But at least this time I had played out the whole thing.
I got up to go to the toilet, and slipped over something. It was a white substance, and the coldness of it made me realise that I was naked. Maybe yesterday wasn't a dream at all….Top
I stood up and looked down on myself. I was covered in a thin layer of cum, and I was also standing in it as well. Wow. It really had happened.
I could see that I had shrunk back closer to my size, but not quite to where I had been before. I looked up at the mirror to get a better view but cum was still covering it, so I went out of my room, shutting the door behind me, quickly went into the bathroom across the hall, closed the door and locked it. I looked in the mirror and saw me, but it wasn't me. I was still six foot, but I was built up a lot more than before. I had a nice flat stomach in which the six-pack was poking out of. My chest was well developed for an 18 year old, and was sticking out at least three inches. My arms were on an angle because of my wide lats, which gave my torso a really defined V shape. My bis and tris were really visible, and when I flexed my arm, I could see each individual muscle moving. My calves weren't touching anymore, but there were sticking out at just the right distance, and they had a perfect shape when I flexed them. My quads were the same, with the diamond shape quite visible. I went to the bathroom scale and weighed myself. The dial stopped at 205 lbs, where as yesterday it had been 176 lbs. I was 29 lbs heavier than yesterday, and last night I could have sworn that I was well over 300. At this size and definition I could easily win my age and weight class at any competition.
And my cock. It was semi hard and was already 9 inches. I touched it and I felt a burst of pleasure pulse through me and seemed to reach every cell in my body. I was fully hard now, and slightly moaning, and my cock must have been 16 inches. I turned the shower onto hot and jumped in and started stroking and licking myself. The dried cum was washing off of my body, which made it very slick and easier to rub my hands over it, feeling every muscle over my smooth tight skin. I started stroking my cock more, running my hands up and down the full length of it, rubbing the precum and water into it. It was so wide, I could only grip it 3/4 of the way round with each hand. The orgasm was growing and then hit like a thunder clap, and I saw a flash of light in my eyes as the cum erupted out of my spasming cock, squirting up the wall and onto the shower head, and a little sprayed onto the roof. I managed to catch the rest in my mouth, and it still tasted as sweet as ever.
When I was finished cleaning up the wall, and myself I got out of the shower, taking one good look at my wet, muscled, tanned, smooth body in the mirror. I dried myself off, wrapped my towel around my midsection, and quickly went back into my bedroom, being careful not to slip over. I didn't have any classes until the afternoon, so I planned to have some fun with this new body and go to the gym and see how strong I had gotten. Since my other gym clothes had been destroyed from the night before, I decided to get out my other set. I had bought a green singlet and purple bike pants when I had started going to the gym, but after the laughing, looking and pointing, I decided to get something else. I got them out of the wardrobe and a pair of briefs, which when I put on, bunched up my eight inch cock in a way that left quite a bulge. I wiped down the mirror with the towel and admired myself. The bulge was quite a nice addition, and I started getting hard. “Think unsexy thoughts”, I said, and the first thing that came to mind was my old self in a thong, which worked like a charm! I pulled on the bike pants and then the singlet, and I really looked the part of a bodybuilder. The singlet was a lot smaller than I remembered it, and it fit quite snugly, as did the pants, which came up to about half way up my thighs, so what it did cover was still quite visible, including the nice looking package there.
I grabbed my bag, a pair of shoes and socks and went out of my room. I would have to clean up the mess later. I wiped off my feet and got into my shoes, and I noticed how much more tightly they fitted. I went down to the kitchen and made myself a larger than usual breakfast. As I was finishing it off my sister walked in and looked at me in shock.
She said, “David, I didn't realise that you were built like that! How have you managed to hide it?”
“I don't know”, I said, “You probably just didn't notice it at all when I was wearing my other gym clothes.” And with that I picked up my bag and went out to the garage to get my bike.
As I was riding down the road, I noticed that it felt a little different sitting on the bike seat, probably because my butt muscles were bigger.
I looked down and watch my now powerful legs in motion, from the claves going hard to soft and back again, to my quads moving up and down, lengthening and shortening. My gaze moved down to my groin area, and it was quite obvious that I was nicely endowed, and it was erotic feeling each time huge legs rubbed against it with each pedal.
I decided to do something different today. I stopped and locked up my bike at a bike stand 2kms away from the gym, and started to walk. It was 8.30, and a lot of the business people were on their way to work, and other students were on their way to morning classes. I could feel their eyes on me, glances here, double takes there, whisperings all around and a few very long stares. When I made eye contact with one cute guy, I think I made him cream his pants right there! I walked slowly, not only to show off, but also to give myself time to look in shop windows to see my muscles in action. It wasn't until after 9am that I finally got to the gym. All the morning usuals had already left, and I don't think the instructor at the front desk recognised me for a few seconds until I picked up my card.
“Well you've changed a bit since the last time I saw you!” she said.
“What routines have you been doing lately?”
“When was the last time you remember seeing me here?”
“I, ah, well you were, um….” And she went quiet after that. This was another positive spin off from last nights growth, people who didn't know (or cared) that you existed suddenly strikes up conversations. But I didn't care much about that at the moment. I wanted to work out!
I went into the main gym and had a look around. Only a few people were left, including one muscle head. I remembered him to be one of the first people to laugh and point the first time I had come in here. He looked over at me and the look on his face made me smile. I slowly walked past him and watched in a distant mirror his eyes follow me (and as he picked up his jaw off of the ground). I went over to the squat rack. Legs had always been my best muscle group. Instead of loading on my usual 80 pounds, I put on 500 pounds, and I watched as my arm muscles bulged all over the place when I was getting the plates and putting them into place. I got into position and lifted to the starting position. It was just a little on the heavy side, but not what I thought I could ever do.
I pumped out 20 easy reps, each time watching my leg muscles, especially my quads, as they expanded and contracted and bulged. From a side mirror I could see my muscle butt stick out, and my glutes with every separation clearly defined, even through the material. This got me a little hard as well.
As I finished my last rep and placed the bar back on the rack, I noticed a small scrawny guy enter, and realised that it was someone that I knew from the gym. Cole had joined about a month after me. He was actually quite skinny, and in just over a year had only put on 5 pounds of muscle. He had brown straight hair that came just to his ears, which I had wanted so much to rub my hand through a few times. We had talked from time to time, but that was all. I felt that he was real cute, but he hadn't shown any interest in me.
As he went over to do his bench press he noticed me. I smiled at him and I got the look that quite a lot of people had been giving me that morning. I couldn't quite tell but it looked like he smiled then went red in the face, and then quickly went about doing his benching. I did another couple of sets, until I felt a nice burning in my thighs and butt. Now that they were pumped up my legs looked a lot better. The light sweat that was glistening over my body made it look even sexier, and because of this I sprang a half boner, which made my already large bulge even larger.
I walked over to Cole and saw he was having a little trouble finishing off his set.
“Hey Cole, need a spot?”
He saw me standing above him and almost dropped the bar onto his chest if it hadn't been for me reaching out quickly and putting it back into place, making my biceps roll and bulge even more.
“Tha.. ah that is, thanks David. Shit man, what have you been taking!?
You're like the size of a fucking pro!”
“Well let's just say I had some arse pounding inspiration,” I said with a cheeky grin.
“Yeah? Where could I get some of this 'inspiration'?”
“I'm not too sure actually. Anyway, what are you doing next? I'll help you along if you want.” So for the next hour Cole and I went through the exercises that would bring out the best of my muscles, and all the while I saw him watching me, and through the dumbbell curls (with 150lb on each arm) I saw a definite tent between his legs. I also saw the muscle head looking our way every now and then, taking in…, well I don't know actually.
By the end of it we were both hot and sweaty, him because I pushed him extremely hard, and me because I did 5, 6 even 7 times the amount of weight I would usually do, and I was still semi hard. We went into the changing room and it's there I noticed Cole was looking very sad.
“What's wrong?” I asked.
“What do you think is wrong!? I mean, look at you! Yesterday you were a pathetic scrawny person, just like me, and now you're a fucking muscle god! I had a very hard time working out today because you were just too much of a distraction, and I know I could never get to be like that!”
“Hey! Sorry! I didn't realise that.”
“No, of course not. All that muscle has gotten to your head. Just leave me alone.” And with that he picked up his bag, ready to walk out the door.
That's when I grabbed his arm.
“Fuck off, let go of me.”
“Not until I do this first.”
I pulled him closer to me and kissed him long and hard, something I have never done to anyone before, and it just seemed to come naturally to me. At first he put up a little resistance, but then dropped the bag and started to rub up and down my huge arms, and kissed back.
After a few seconds we unlocked lips, but Cole wasn't finished. He bent his head down and started to lick across the top of my chest, and down towards the valley that was between my pecs. I could feel the rest of my erection building up, and my large powerful cock pushed through my briefs and snaked down my left bike pant leg, and poked out the bottom.
“Oh wow, you're large everywhere, even more that I had imagined”, Cole said as he stroked down my pole. He knelt down, pulled down my pants, with some difficulty, as my quads were full of blood as was my cock.
When my cock was freed it sprang up and hit me in the stomach, and made a wet smack sound as it hit my sweat-drenched singlet. It was dribbling precum down the 16-inch shaft onto my balls. Cole licked them. Now I know I had been fucked and I had sucked my own cock, but someone else doing the sucking, especially for the first time, no words can explain the feeling. I moaned out loud.
“Sorry, did I hurt you? I've never done anything like this before.”
“No… it's just fine… keep going..” I was panting from the feeling.
Cole licked all over my balls, and then licked up the underside of my shaft. He grabbed the bottom of it and started to stroke slowly, while he went closer to the head. When he reached there he shoved his whole mouth over it, and downed as much as he could, which was only a couple of inches, and started to suck. By this time I was in the heaven of pleasure. Someone else doing the work is a great feeling! I pulled off my singlet and pinched my own nipples, which just added to the feeling.
Cole pushed his tongue into the piss slit, and that pushed me over. He could feel the cum coming from the base and clamped his head down. I moaned out as the first shot sprayed out and made my whole body spasm. He kept pulling on the base and sucking and I kept tugging on my nipples and pumping out the cum. After about a minuet I was spent. I was covered in sweat, and a little cum which Cole had missed. Cole looked very pleased with himself as he had a shit eating grin all over his face, along with cum. I noticed there was a wet patch down the front of his red training shorts. He must have really enjoyed it. We kissed and hugged.
“Wow, I never knew it could taste so good!”
“I know what you mean. That was great Cole. I have to give you something.”
“Na, don't worry about it. You gave me enough and I'm happ…”
“No, I mean, I really have to give you something.” I don't know what I meant, I just had do give him something, and I don't know why.
I kissed him again, and pulled down his shorts. I then sat down on the floor and pulled him down towards me. By this time I was fully hard again.
“What are you …”
“Shhh.” I said as I put a hand over his mouth and made a be quiet gesture with my finger.
I gently lay him back, all the while kissing him. By now he was hard again. I sat up, lifted his legs and spread them apart, and guided my cock to his pleasure hole. He had a horrified look on his face. He was probably wondering how my large piece of meat could fit inside. But I pushed it in, all the way in. He grunted and moaned and looked in pain, but I lay over him, brushed back his brown hair and thrusted. He moaned, I moaned and then thrusted. I thrusted again, further in then out, in and out, watching my arm muscles working, and getting off on the sight, and seeing Coles eyes show pain then rolling back in his head as I got the right spot. Moan, moan, thrust. He came over t-shirt just as I yelled out loud and felt the contents of my balls fill him up. I thrust harder and got more feeling out of it.
“Ohhhhh!!!! That's so FUCKING GOOD!” I yelled out as my cum pumped out in torrents, filling up Cole, and coming out of his hole as so much was coming out.
Then faintly, through the fog of lust that was filling up my mind, I remembered back to yesterdays encounter, and I remembered him just before he turned me around in the shower stall saying “I have to give you something,” and then I came back to reality (well sort of), and kept going.
I thrust, grunted and moaned for about another minuet, and I was all spent. Panting and covered in sweat, I pulled my softening cock out of Cole. He was lying there with a pleasant look on his face.
“Cole, are you alright?”
“Hmmmmm?” He seemed to be in a far away place.
I got up, helped him sit up against the wall, and I went into a shower stall. I washed myself over. I rubbed my cock, but it hurt a little. I must have really pushed hard! When I was all cleaned I got out and started drying myself off. I saw the Cole had gotten himself dressed.
There were some white marks on his blue t-shirt and a very large wet patch in the crotch area of his shorts. He was looking at himself in the mirror, and saw that I came out and asked, “David, do I look any different to you?”
“No, you look just the same, except you're covered in cum!” I said laughing.
“I mean it, I think something is happening to me. I feel … different.”
Come to think of it, he did look different. His shorts were down lower than that before, and I know for sure his package wasn't that big before.
“What did you give me?”
“I—I don't know actually. Yesterday this muscle god gave me a fuck, similar to the one I just gave you, and I remember him saying he had something to give me. Maybe that's what I've given to you too.”
“What do you me… ohh!”
The package was growing, and now that I realised what happened to me was going to happen to him, I got very hard very fast, even though it hurt a little.
“I feel so horny!”
His eyes were fixed with fascination at his crotch in the mirror. I noticed that he was starting to get taller. His frame started to fill out a bit more. I walked over next to him. I was still a lot bigger than him in muscle size, and still the same height, but that was quickly changing.
His chest started to push out, stretching the fabric along with it. His arms were now on an angle because his lats were flaring out on his back.
His skin was changing to a very deep tan, and in a few seconds he was as tanned as me. His quads were getting wider and were pressing against each other. The sides of his shorts started to split at the seams, and the stitching was giving away with a 'plick, plick plick'.
His skinny arms were now filling up his sleeves beautifully, and the sleeves themselves were riding up his now huge biceps. He ever so slightly flexed them, and the sleeves burst, revealing two huge boulders on each arm, and his triceps were in the perfect horseshoe shape.
“Man, this is so fucking hot! I want it to go on for ever!” roared Cole.
I could hear a ripping coming from behind. I looked and saw just as the back of his t-shirt gave way and revealed the biggest chest I had ever seen, and it was still growing. It was tanned, smooth and glistening in sweat, which made it look so hot. His butt was now a nice round bubble muscle butt, and it didn't look like it would stay in those shorts for much longer. I looked in the mirror again. Cole had ripped the rest of the t-shirt off and was flexing his huge teen pecs, which were now just above my head. I looked at his package. It wasn't bulging out anymore because his now monster cock was snaking it's way down his leg, and was poking half way out his short leg.
He touched it and it instantly got hard, ripping the rest of the shorts off as it flew up and hit him just below his pecs, and flowing with precum. The growing stopped. I could feel the heat radiating off of his huge muscles. He was panting and sweating. Gone was the small 150lb, boy. Now here was a 350lb teen hulk, just like I had been yesterday, though I think I was slightly smaller than this.
“Aw thanks a heap Dave!” And with that he started posing, grunting to get as much muscle to pump up as possible.
By this time I was slowly rubbing my hard pole, and Cole noticed that.
“You like what you see? Show me you do!” I didn't need any more encouragement. I grabbed on to the base of his cock, massaging his balls and licking the precum that had landed onto his pecs.
“Mmmm, you taste so good! You're so huge to! Fuck me, please!” I couldn't believe I was saying that, but I didn't care. Cole picked me up with little effort. Watching his huge arms in motion sent me over, and I sprayed both of us in cum. He lowered me over his tool, and pushed me down onto it. He went all the way in, and it felt so nice having a huge cock inside me again. It must have been over 2 feet long, and I could take it in. He lay down on top of me and thrust in and out, in and out.
He was grunting like a wild animal and I was moaning in pleasure. I felt his cock head swell inside me, could feel as his juice flowed along his cock, could feel the low grumbling of his voice as he started to yell out.
And then he came.
In what must have been the world's most powerful orgasm. He yelled and screamed, “OH FUCK! OH MAN! MORE, I WANT MORE! AAAAAAARRRGGGHH!” By now someone must have thought that people were being tortured in here! We started moaning in unison, and I came again, and it sprayed up over my chest, his chest and across the floor. This was the ultimate in teen muscle fuck.
A couple of minuets later it was all over. I had this huge hulk of a guy lying over me, panting and sweating all over the place.
“Aw man.” I said.
“What, did I hurt you?”
“No, I'm going to need another shower now!”
“I think we can arrange that.” And with that Cole pulled out of me, stood up and helped me stand up, and we went over to the showers. Little did we know what was in store for us!