And the devil laughs

by MaxMorphs   

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

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

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

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

It was time for the final act.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Even I underestimate my own size, fuck.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The stranger leaned in a little.

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

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

“Muscle mass, that is?”

“Of course. What are you thinking?”

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

“Ever tried gear?” he asked.

“Not worth the risks. You?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s even heavier than it looks.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you sure?”

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

“Yes, I would do it.”

“Then so be it.”

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

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

Then he remembered the sauna—and the stranger.

Paul pulled the towel away hastily, his heart racing.

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

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

“That fucker,” he whispered.

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

“I’m … strong.”

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

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

Paul stepped on the scale in the locker room.

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

345 pounds. He was officially a mass monster now.

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

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

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

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

“Paul? Dude, is that you?”

“Who else would it be?”

Was that his voice? Was it deeper?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You too. See ya tomorrow.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh God, this is nice.”

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

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

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

Thinking about that now was riling him up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This ends when I say it ends.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Again and again he returned to the same question.

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

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

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

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