Juice

by BigStories

A post-workout sports drink offers some extra kick.

“Drink this,” Brock said, handing me a shaker bottle. We stood in his kitchen, just back from a grueling workout at the gym. I took a sip.

“Ugh,” I coughed. It had the consistency of sludge and tasted as bad as it smelled. “What is this?”

“Did I ask for your review?” he said. “Drink.”

“Yes, sir,” I said quickly. I started choking the drink down again, trying not to gag. When I finished, I wiped my mouth.

“Good.” Brock said, moving to his bedroom. At 6’2”, he towered over me. Everything about him was huge: His legs were 29” around, and his bis were nearly 23”. I know all these numbers by heart because he let me take the most recent measurements. His waist was 33”: Not as lean as he sometimes got, but he still had visible abs. But his chest. I could never stop drooling over his chest: 55”, they looked like two giant slabs of meat hanging on the front of his body. I followed, watching his ass dance in his sweatpants with each step he took.

“Now,” he said, “is the fun part.” He dropped his sweats. His huge, already hard, 10” cock popped free, with no underwear there to restrict it. He pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his sculpted body to me. “Strip,” he said. I did, as quickly as I could, exposing my impressive, but not quite as large, frame. “Now worship.”

I rushed over to him and immediately dropped to my knees. I started kissing and licking his calves. He flexed them as my tongue traced the veins running up and down them. I made my way up, taking my time making out with his huge quad. I traced the sweep of his quad with my tongue and drenched it in saliva. I sucked and licked one quad before switching to the next. I moved around to his hamstrings, giving them the same treatment. I licked up the meat of his ass, not daring to go near his hole until he gave me permission, dragging my tongue slowly up his back until I reached his shoulders. I gave his traps the same treatment as I had given his quads.

I was about to move to his front when I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I stopped, doubling over, sweating. He spun to face me.

“Ah, it’s working,” he said.

“What?” I tried to get more words out, but I felt dizzy.

He pushed me down onto the bed, seemingly ignoring how I felt. I felt like I had a fever. The pain in my stomach subsided, but my muscles started to ache, like I was having growing pains. My chest burned. Sweat poured out of me.

“The drink,” Brock said. “It’s working.”

“What was it?” I managed to say.

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Well, I know one ingredient because I made it myself.” He grabbed his dick and shook it at me. “I know how much you love my cum, so I thought it would make it go down easier.” He smirked, flashing his perfect smile. “Don’t worry, though: You’ll be fine. Just give it a second.”

He was right. I was already starting to feel better. My muscles ached less, I wasn’t sweating as much. Except my chest still felt tight.

“Did you drug me?” I asked.

He laughed. “I guess technically? But you agreed to do whatever I wanted, right? You said if I made you bigger, I could do whatever I wanted to your body.”

“I didn’t mean poison me!” I said.

“You think I’d poison someone who sucks dick as well as you?” He got on the bed, lying over me, his hands on the bed next to each side of my head, his cock drooling down on to mine. “I didn’t poison you. I promised I’d make you bigger.” He nodded down at my body.

“Holy shit,” I said. My chest had ballooned out. Every muscle on me had gotten bigger, but my chest, my pecs grew significantly. “What the hell?”

Brock shrugged again. “Like I said, I don’t know what was in it.” He leaned down to my ear. “I just knew what it would do.” He dropped his voice to a whisper, “Just like I promised.”

He maneuvered his hips down so the head of his dick was at my ass. I lifted my legs, giving him better access, but not expecting him to actually fit in without any lube or prep work.

“But,” he said. “You have to keep your promise: I need something from you now.”

“Anything,” I said. “Just like I promised, sir.”

He smiled again. He reached down to my chest with one arm, cupping my pec with his hand. It hurt, like he was pressing on a really sore muscle. He squeezed slightly and I felt immense pleasure. I looked down and was shocked to see milk shooting out of my nipple. He quickly clamped his mouth over my nipple and started drinking. Simultaneously, he thrust his hips forward and his cock easily slipped into my ass.

My head spun. I thrashed from side to side, but he held me in place. I’d never taken him so easily, especially without any lube. His cock was practically soaked in precum, but even so, it shouldn’t have just popped inside me like that. It didn’t even hurt. In fact, it felt so good, between the pressure released in my chest, the stimulation on my nipple, his cock drilling into me, I started cumming. My dick was trapped between his stomach and mine, but it shot off rope after rope of cum, making a mess between us. I’d never cum this hard or this much before. My ass spasmed around his cock, like I was trying to milk his dick.

“Not yet,” he said, breaking free from my nipple. “I need more from these tits,” he switched to my other pec, squeezing it, more milk bursting out, before he started sucking it.

Again, I could hardly stand the sensation. My dick was still rock solid. Then I felt it: He was getting heavier on top of me. I opened my eyes to see his lats stretching out wider. I looked over to the arm by my head and saw it growing thicker. Despite everything happening, I couldn’t resist and I latched on to his bicep with my mouth, showing the growing muscle the admiration it deserved. He looked up at me, grinning, and started really slamming his cock into me hard.

He pulled his mouth off my chest, wiping his lips as he did so. My chest no longer hurt, but my pecs were still much bigger than they had been. He grabbed my chest with both of his hands, squeezing my pecs hard. I moaned. I opened my mouth to say something, but he shoved his tongue in my mouth before I could. Even his tongue was bigger now, practically filling my mouth. And then I felt it: His dick was definitely getting thicker. I felt it plumping up inside me, forcing my hole wider than it had ever been before. But it still didn’t hurt.

He broke the kiss. “Fuck yeah,” he said. “This feels so fucking good.” Sweat dripped down off of him on to me. “I wish I could keep going, but it feels too good.” He picked up the pace, fucking me faster. “Now it’s time for your second reward.”

“Oh, yes,” I moaned. “Please, sir. I need it.”

“Fuck yeah,” he said. He shoved his cock in as deep as he could, and I felt him cumming. I could feel his dick pulsing inside me, but most of all, I felt every shot of cum rocketing into me. He had never cum this much before. “Take it all,” he said. “Every drop,” he pumped his hips to emphasize his words. “Every drop is going inside you.” He pushed his dick in all the way again and roared.

He leaned down again, sticking his tongue back in my mouth. I moaned into his kiss as his orgasm subsided. He collapsed on top of me. As his dick softened, it slid out of my ass, along with a river of his cum. I clamped my hole shut as fast as I could, trying to keep his seed inside me. I couldn’t close all the way after he had absolutely wrecked my hole, but I could at least slow down the cum leaking out.

He rolled over next to me. “You did good,” he said.

“Thank you, sir,” I said, admiring the growth we had both experienced. I had no idea what was going on, but I liked it.

“This time,” Brock said, “we’re going to try something different.”

The effects of whatever I drank had diminished slightly. We had kept a fair bit of size, probably adding about an inch to all our measurements, but my chest hadn’t kept producing milk and the size gains weren’t immediately noticeable. We hadn’t experimented with it any further, but it sounded like we were about to.

“First,” Brock continued, “we lift.”

One place I did notice a huge difference was in the gym. An inch on the measurements didn’t sound like a lot, but I felt way stronger. My bench went up 25 pounds overnight, my squat was up 75. The first workout I did after the first dose, I started with the same numbers and reps, but my heart rate barely went up. Brock noticed and slammed more plates onto the leg press until he saw me struggling. Today was no different: He made me lift the same weights as he did and I felt like puking by the time we finished.

After a quick shower at the gym, we loaded into his truck and drove back to his place, as usual. When we walked inside, I was surprised to see his friend, Dom, there. Even after Brock’s growth, Dom was somehow bigger. We’d fucked before and his dick wasn’t as big as Brock’s, but his muscles more than made up for it.

Brock nodded to Dom as he entered his apartment. I followed Brock into the kitchen.

“Get out of here,” he said. “Go see to Dom.”

“Yes, sir,” I said and headed back to the living room.

When I walked back into the living room, Dom pulled his shirt off. I say pulled, but he was so big, it was more like he peeled it from his skin. His obliques bulged on either side of his roid belly, his thick abs bulging out.

I approached and started kissing his ear, the place he always wanted me to start. He moaned as I made out with it, before moving down his neck to his biceps. He flexed and his arm turned rock solid in my mouth. He squeezed my head to his chest, putting me in a gentle headlock. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me off, forcing me to look up at him. When I did, he stuck his tongue in my mouth. I moaned into him, desperately trying to match the movements of his kiss. He pulled me off and shoved my head on to his nipple, where I immediately started kissing and flicking them with my tongue.

“Harder,” he said. I started to use my teeth. “Harder!” he pushed on my head again and I started chewing on his nipple, feeling it get hard as I moved my tongue over it. He pulled me off and moved me to his other nipple where I bit down. I heard him suck air in sharply through his teeth and he shivered. I had done it right.

When he pulled me off his other nipple, he kissed me again. Releasing me, he pulled my shirt over my head, as I pulled his sweats down. His cock sprung free, hitting his bloated gut, smearing precum. I licked it up and took him in my mouth down to the root. He moaned and threw his head back. As I worked, he leaned down and pulled my pants down. I was in a jock, so my hole was exposed. He teased my hole with his finger before he pulled me off his dick. He shoved his fingers in my mouth and I sucked on them, just as desperately as I sucked his cock. He pulled his fingers out and put my head back on his cock, then shoved two fingers in my hole, wet with my own saliva. I moaned on his dick.

“You two didn’t waste any time,” Brock said, coming back into the living room.

“I like him,” Dom said. “He knows his way around my body and he’s hot as fuck.” I felt my face reddening, not just from the exertion.

“I might be willing to give him up,” Brock said. “After today.”

Dom smiled, working another finger into me. “I don’t know if I could keep him happy,” he said. “I think he likes being a little sub and I’m no sir.” Hearing him talk about me as more than just a sex object made me feel hot. I did really enjoy being treated like a sex toy sometimes, but it was nice to hear him say things like that.

“Whatever, man,” Brock said. I heard him approaching. “Let’s get moving, this stuff is crazy.”

My ears perked up. Had Brock dosed himself? From what I could tell last time, I didn’t put on as much size as he had: It seemed like drinking… whatever that stuff was gave you some size, but the main thing it did was give you tits. The milk from the tits? That was where the real growth was.

I was about to turn to look at him when I felt him pushing his dick into my hole, alongside Dom’s fingers. My eyes opened wide and I tried to shout. He shoved my head back on Dom’s dick, stifling my cry.

“Easy, dude,” Dom said. He pulled his fingers out slowly. “You’re gonna hurt him.”

“I know,” Brock said. “The trick is to hurt him only as much as he wants.”

Brock smiled and reached around to my dick. He was right: My dick was dripping precum from the massive intrusion he had just forced into my hole. Dom removing his fingers was a relief, but I can’t deny how good it felt having Brock’s cock and Dom’s fingers in me at once.

“Move,” Brock said.

Dom pulled me off his dick and stood. Brock effortlessly picked me up, his dick still lodged inside my ass. I moaned as his dick speared my hole. He dropped me on the armrest of the couch where he proceeded to pound me hard. Even though I still couldn’t see him, I could feel the extra power in his thrusts. Dom replaced his cock with his ass and I started eating him out. He told me he loved how I ate his hole. I loved doing it. I traced his thong tan line with my tongue and blew gently up his crack. He shivered. I licked around before jamming my tongue into him, eliciting another moan. He let me tongue fuck him for a bit before he turned back around and I started giving him head again.

“Come on,” Brock said. “I’m already getting close, let’s get to the main event. As long as you’re sure it’ll work.”

I was confused, but, again, before I could think, Brock pulled his cock out of me. I groaned, both from how quickly he pulled it out, and from wanting it back inside me badly. He spun me around in his arms and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around him as he kissed me. He shoved his full length into me and ground his hips in as he broke the kiss. I leaned back, supported by his amazing strength, and admired his body. Now, I could see: He had drunk the concoction. I wondered if he came in it again and drank his own cum. The thought of that, paired with the sight of his bloated chest, made my cock drip even harder.

“You like that?” Brock said. “Like seeing these big muscle tits bounce as I fuck you?”

“Yes, sir,” I said, mesmerized by the sight.

“Good,” he said and started pounding me again. Sweat dripped off his nose onto my face.

He dropped me back down, but not onto the couch. When I landed, I landed on Dom, who immediately started licking my ear. I moaned. As I opened my mouth to ask what was going on, Brock shoved one of his nipples in my mouth.

“Suck it,” he said.

I complied and was rewarded by a flow of milk. He moaned loudly as I drained his tit and I could feel him cumming inside me. After our last experiment, I knew how good he felt. It felt even better than the growth. As I started ballooning up, I moaned, his nipple still in my mouth. He pulled me off his tit and I reached for the other, but he shoved my head back down. I shivered as I started growing.

To my surprise, Dom’s head leaned past mine and started sucking on Brock’s other tit. Again, Brock moaned, his dick still hard as steel in my ass.

“Please, sir,” I said. “I want more.”

“It’s Dom’s turn,” he said. “Don’t be greedy. You’ll get some more.”

As jealous as I was that Dom was getting the milk, it was really hot watching him suck Brock’s tit. My dick felt hard as steel imagining Dom after his growth spurt. Granted, he was getting less milk, but he was already so huge. He would be absolutely massive if he got a full dose.

Brock pulled his tits away from Dom, who tried desperately to stay attached. “No more,” Brock said. “We gotta save some more for the boy, remember?”

“Yeah,” Dom started to say. His words were cut short as I felt him inflating under me. “Oh fuck,” he said. “This feels so fucking good.”

I wished I could watch his muscles getting bigger. I turned my head to try and get a glimpse, but he shoved his tongue in my mouth. He wrapped his huge arms around me and thrust his hips into me, desperately trying to find my hole. I felt his grip grow tighter and I felt the mass getting packed on to his arms. I felt his chest getting bigger under me, pushing me closer to Brock.

“Dom, stop,” Brock said.

On command, Dom pulled his tongue out of my mouth, but kept his arms around me. He was still writhing as the growth wracked his body.

“Get ready, boy,” Brock said. “Today, you’re taking us both. Supersized.”

My eyes went wide. There was no way. I had never had anything bigger than Brock’s dick inside me. Dom wasn’t huge, but he wasn’t small, either. But I’m sure Brock’s dick grew a bit with the concoction, too.

“Sir, I don’t think I can,” I said.

“It’s not really up to you, is it?” He asked. He smiled. “Don’t worry: You’re taking both. Come on in, Dom, I already got his hole lubed up with my first load. Hurry up because I can feel the next one churning.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but he shoved his tit back in my mouth. More milk flowed into my mouth and I moaned, feeling the growth take me again. Before I could enjoy it too much, Brock pulled one of his arms from me. I felt his hand travel down my body, toward his cock. He guided it to my hole and pushed. My eyes went wide as it slipped into me, alongside Dom.

I tried to thrash my head, but Brock held me firmly in place on his muscle tit. Milk still poured into me and I kept growing. It hurt, but not as bad as I expected. It didn’t hurt much more than taking a big dick. My head started to spin from the combination of the growth, Brock’s tits in my mouth, Dom’s huge body below me, his massive arm holding me tightly, and the immense stretch in my hole. I felt my cock going off, clamping down repeatedly on their dicks.

“Oh fuck,” Dom said. “He’s squeezing so tight, I’m gonna shoot.”

And he did. I felt him flooding my guts. His load was massive, having been enhanced by the milk. His cum mixed with the first load Brock had shot inside me and I loved how open and sloppy my hole felt. My own load coated my chest and Brock’s, also enhanced by the milk.

“Fuck yeah,” Brock said. “Load him up,” he moaned. “That feels so good against my cock. And, god, that mouth draining my muscle tits is amazing. Get ready for another load, boy.” He started slamming hard into me and I felt his dick pulse inside me as he shot rope after rope of cum inside me. “Fuck!” he exclaimed when he had finished. He pulled out, but Dom kept his dick inside me.

My hole closed down around Dom’s cock. He pushed me off him slightly and directed me to turn over. I did, again relishing the feeling of my hole spinning around the cock of a massive muscle beast. He pulled me down into a kiss, his tongue filling my mouth again.

“Yeah,” Dom said, breaking the kiss. “I think I am going to keep him.” I ground my hips into him. “But next time, I gotta know what that feels like.”

“Just jumping in the shower. Gimme like 30,” the text from Dom read.

Things with Dom over the last couple of weeks had been great. Brock and I still fucked a couple of times, they both even fucked at the same time again—without any milk to help. I still needed the outlet Brock provided as a Sir sometimes, but it was fun to change roles with Dom. Dom was also much more open to bottoming, something Brock had only done with me very rarely. Fucking Dom doggy, I practically had to ride on top of him to get the right angle, which was very hot. Of course, there was nothing really like him laying on top of me, feeling his weight pressing into me, as he pounded my hole. It was nice to have options.

When I walked into Dom’s apartment, he wasn’t in the living room.

“Dom?” I called out.

“Be out in a sec,” he said from his bedroom. I sat down on the couch and scrolled through my phone while I waited.

After a few minutes, he walked out of his bedroom, shirtless. It might be more accurate to say he came thudding out of his bedroom with how big he was. He had already been huge before he sucked the milk out of Brock, but now he was bordering on Mr. Universe size. At least, Mr. Universe off-season. He had visible abs, but he was probably in the low teens for body fat percentage.

Brock and I had retained a little size, but Dom seemed to be taking to the milk well. Most wouldn’t notice—he was already so big, half an inch added to his arms would look just as enormous to most people. But, having seen the growth, I could tell he was even bigger than when I last saw him. And his chest… I could tell right away he had dosed himself. His chest bounced with every step he took. His chest had to be over 60 inches around.

“Fuck, Dom,” I said, practically drooling. “You get much bigger and we’re gonna need to get you a bra!”

He smirked. “You don’t like them?” He cupped his left pec with his right hand and shook it. “I thought you’d appreciate them.”

I jumped up from the couch and ran over to him. I immediately put my mouth on his nipple and started sucking. He pulled me off.

“Appreciate doesn’t even begin to describe it,” I said.

He grinned. “Well, you’re going to have to prove it.” I tried to reach back down to his chest, but he held my neck in place. “Not yet.” He guided my lips to his by my neck and kissed me.

He let go of my neck and wrapped his massive arms around me. He squeezed me tightly, making it hard to breathe, and picked me up effortlessly. He carried me into his bedroom, his tongue still filling my mouth, and threw me down on the bed. I could see his hard cock tenting his gym shorts, precum leaking through. I quickly pulled my clothes off and laid back down. He flexed one of his massive biceps and grinned at me. Staring up at his monstrous form, my dick was rock solid. He slowly peeled his shorts off, his dick springing free and slapping into his muscle gut, smearing precum. His quads swept out from his legs, every fiber of muscle visible as he shifted his weight to kick his shorts away from his feet. He slowly crawled into bed, hovering over me. I looked at him in awe.

“Like it?” he asked.

I nodded. “You know my motto is ‘No such thing as too big’.”

He laughed. “That’s part of why I like you.” He winked at me. “I dosed myself a couple of times this week to try and get as big as I could. I think I’m starting to hit the cap, but I feel like I put on some size.”

“You… a couple of times?”

“Yeah,” he said, smiling. “Squeezed the milk out of these jugs into a glass,” he bounced his pecs, “and chugged it. It doesn’t feel as good without your mouth on them, but I’m willing to make that sacrifice for the added size.”

I couldn’t wait any more. I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled myself up to him, kissing him hard. He kissed me back, but then lightly pushed me back down into the mattress.

“Guess how much I weigh now,” he said.

“You started at, what, 250?” He nodded. “I dunno… I definitely see the added size. 270?”

He laughed. “300.”

I blinked. “For real?”

“For real.” He smiled. “I wish the stuff would keep working. I’d love to get even bigger for you. I want to test what you said and see if you really don’t think I can get too big.”

I kissed him again. This time, he didn’t push me away. He wrapped his arms around me again and rolled on to his back. My cock was leaking like a faucet now, spreading precum between us. I ground my dick against his before I reached back and pulled his dick up, so it rubbed between my crack. I teased the head of his dick with my hole as we made out. I pulled away from his mouth and kissed his neck. He shivered. I felt his dick spewing precum as I gyrated my hips. Without warning, I popped the head into my ass.

“Fuck,” he said.

I sat up, forcing more of his dick into my hole. There was no mistaking it: It was longer and thicker after his recent treatments. It felt amazing. He was definitely producing more precum, too, which I was grateful for.

“Flex for me,” he said. I always felt a little embarrassed flexing for someone as big as him, but he really seemed to crave my body, way more than he liked guys his own size.

I threw up a double bicep pose, just like he had taught me. He moaned, savoring the view and my warm hole. He started thrusting into me, his dick practically gliding in and out with how much precum he was producing.

I gazed down at his body, watching each of his muscles contract and flex as he thrust into me. I grabbed on to his pecs, pinching his nipples hard. He sped up his thrusts as I did so and I felt him onloading inside me.

“Fuck yeah,” I said. “Gimme that muscle load.”

“That’s just the first one, baby,” he said. “You’re gonna take another one, but you’re gonna swallow it.”

“Yeah,” I said, continuing to ride him. “I want it.”

“We’re gonna try something, though.” He stood up, his dick still inside me.

Again, he effortlessly carried me. He leaned me against the wall and continued to fuck me as he kissed me. My dick was rubbing against him and I felt like I was getting close to cumming. My head was spinning. I had no idea what he had planned, but I could barely think about anything other than his tongue in my throat and his cock in my ass.

Finally, he stopped thrusting into me. He pulled me off of him and set me on the ground. He laid back down on the bed and reached into a drawer nearby. He pulled out a bottle of a thick, clear fluid and handed it to me. “You’re gonna need a lot of that.”

“For what?” I asked. Instead of saying anything, he raised his knees, exposing his hole to me.

I immediately jumped on him and started licking his ass. I lightly chewed his cheeks and blew up and down his crack. I shoved my tongue in his hole and wiggled. He shivered. I squirted some of the lube onto my hand and put two fingers into his hole. They went in effortlessly. As I worked a third in, I started sucking his cock. He moaned.

“More,” he said, as I widened my fingers inside him. A fourth finger went in easily.

I pulled off his dick momentarily. “You’ve been practicing?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said. “But I want to feel your whole hand in there. I wanna cum down your throat while you’re fisting me.” I felt a jolt in my cock. I worked more of my hand into him as he squirmed.

“Suck my tits,” he said.

“It doesn’t loosen you up that way,” I said.

“I know,” he said. “It’s a distraction,” he said. Sweat was pouring out of his body now. I pulled my hand slightly out. “Don’t stop,” he said. “I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt that bad. Just keep using lube. And, god dammit, suck on my tits!”

I squirted more lube on my hand and obeyed. I chomped down on his tit and my mouth was immediately flooded with muscle milk. I moaned and swallowed as much as I could. I felt myself growing. I felt my own pecs ballooning up, pressing against his gut. I had to adjust my stance as my quads blew up several more inches. Still, I was nowhere near Dom’s size.

My dick was so hard and it was getting bigger, more and more precum flowing out of it. I could feel his hole relaxing and I shoved more of my hand inside him until I felt him tighten up. I bit his nipple hard. He yelped, but his hole once again loosened. When I felt the flow of milk start to lessen, I pulled off his nipple, keeping a mouth full.

He craned his neck down to meet me and kissed me. I spit the milk into his mouth. His eyes went wide, but he sighed contentedly as he swallowed. He didn’t grow much, but I felt his hole opening around my hand. I was glad because my hands were growing alongside the rest of my body, which I’m not sure he planned on.

“Fuck, dude,” Dom said. “This is intense.”

“You okay?” I asked.

He nodded. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. I need you inside me,” he panted. “Let me have some more of my milk. Please?”

I smiled and attacked his left nipple. He practically shouted as the milk started flowing. I silenced him with a mouth full of milk before going back for more. Most of the milk I got from this tit, I fed back to him, but I kept some for myself as well. When I had finished draining his tit, I felt the last of my hand slip inside him.

“Oh fuck,” he shouted as my wrist slipped inside his hole. “Fuck!” he said. “Gimme a second. Holy shit. Wow.”

“You good?” I asked.

He nodded again. “Just a little intense. I’m not ready for this to be over.”

I stayed as still as I could until Dom gave me the go ahead. Once he was ready, I slowly pulled my hand partially out of his hole before pushing it back in. As I pushed back in, I took his dick in my mouth. He gasped and moaned. I could feel him squirming on my hand. In and out, I slowly moved my hand, speeding up as I felt him relax.

“Harder,” he said. “Faster.”

Not one to disappoint, I did as he said and started pistoning my hand in and out of his hole, letting my wrist stretch out his ring before I slammed back inside. He whined, begging me to keep going. I compiled and bobbed up and down on his cock with my mouth, circling the head with my tongue. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed me down to the root of his cock. At the same time, I felt his hole desperately trying to close around my hand, over and over. As he promised, I felt his second load shooting directly into my stomach, the head of his cock lodged partway down my throat. He moaned as he blew his load into me.

When he finished shooting, he was panting. He let go of my head and I pulled myself off, gasping.

“Fuck, Dom,” I said. “That was incredible.”

“You think it was for you, imagine how I felt.” He smiled weakly. “We’re not done yet, though. Take your hand outta there and fuck me until you cum.”

I slowly, but eagerly, removed my hand from his hole. My dick was still dripping, but to be safe, I gave it a quick stroke with my hand, still coated in lube, and shoved myself deep inside him. We groaned in unison.

“Shit,” I said. “You’re so fucking open.”

“You like that?” he asked. I could feel him squeezing my dick as best as he could with his ruined hole. “Nice sloppy muscle pussy, all open for you?”

“Oh fuck,” I said, feeling weak in the knees hearing this massive beast talk dirty as I railed him. I watched his tits bounce, still massive despite being drained of milk. “I fucking love it.”

“I’ll keep this pussy wide open for you,” he moaned as I pulled out and slammed back into him. “Fuck me,” he said. “Gimme your load, stud. I need it.” He popped into a most muscular pose, his bis and chest popping out obscenely, knowing how much that drove me crazy.

“Oh fuck,” I repeated. “I’m gonna cum.”

It was too much for me. Watching his muscles ripple, hearing him talk about his pussy. The milk, the growth, the fisting. I knew I wouldn’t last long after all that, but seeing him pose sent me over the edge. I shouted as I fell on his chest. He hugged my head with his huge arms and I bit down on his pec meat as I unloaded shot after shot inside him. I came for nearly a minute. When I pulled out, cum came flooding out of his gaping hole.

“Damn, dude,” he said. “I feel like I can taste that load. You came a ton.”

“Well, you’re really fucking sexy,” I said, kissing him. “Plus, the milk makes a difference.”

“Remind me to take a double dose again next time, then.” He laughed.

“Double dose?” I asked, eyes wide.

“I told you, I haven’t been growing as much from it anymore, so I had to try it. But now that I know it makes you shoot huge loads like that, maybe we’ll try a triple dose next time.”

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Definition of a grower by Luke B. Kyle is pretty sure people don’t understand the magnitude of what he means when he says he’s “a grower”. 2 parts 4,221 words Added Apr 2013 30k views 5.0 stars (18 votes) No comments yet •Cock Growth•Huge Cock

The salt: the African-American by RdyRoger 3 parts 3,969 words Added Jun 2010 15k views 5.0 stars (2 votes) No comments yet •Cock Growth•Huge Cock•Muscle Growth•Muscle/Strength•Increased Libido•Voice Deepening•Size Increase•Race/Ethnicity Change•Hair Growth/Getting Hairy•Hairless•Tongue Growth•Nonconsensual change

Simon says by BRK My goofy, fun-loving shop owner loves staging these ridiculous competitions with us, but this latest one is definitely the craziest. 2 parts 7,732 words Added May 2013 Updated 30 Jun 2017 24k views 5.0 stars (10 votes) No comments yet •Cock Growth•Huge Cock•Hyper Cock•Extra digits•Multi-abs•Multicock•Multiarm•Multilimb•Muscle/Strength•Getting Taller•Size Increase•Suggestion

Small problems by The Obsessive-Compulsive College freshman Curt has certain inadequacies he’d like to correct. (Hint: Remember the “Better Living through Chemistry” meme?) 7 parts 9,668 words Added Sep 2009 39k views 5.0 stars (10 votes) No comments yet •Cock Growth•Huge Balls•Huge Cock•Hyper Cock•Hyper Cum•Increased Libido •M/M

Sugar packets by RdyRoger Envious of other guys who can grow muscle like it’s nothing, David decides to try some sugar packets left behind by some beachgoing studs. 4 parts 12k words Added Jul 2002 29k views 5.0 stars (6 votes) No comments yet •Cock Growth•Huge Cock•Muscle Growth•Muscle/Strength •M/M

Transform: Phone sex by Also Known As Converting a guy to be one of the Transformed is easy enough in person. But what about over the phone? 5,573 words Added Jan 2014 15k views 5.0 stars (7 votes) No comments yet •Cock Growth•Huge Cock•Multicock•Muscle Growth•Muscle/Strength•Size Increase•Infectious •M/M•M/M/M

Trade by MaxMorphs Discovering the ability to trade a part of your body for part of another naturally leads to experimentation with inches of cock, and with just how far you can transform someone who really wants it. 3 parts 3,360 words Added Feb 2017 21k views 5.0 stars (16 votes) No comments yet •Cock Growth•Huge Cock•Hyper Cock •M/M

Twinning: The college years by BRK At college, Will attracts the attention of a sexy, Irish hockey player who pushes all Will’s buttons—but now that he’s in this new world Will isn’t sure he can share all of himself with his slowly growing admirer. 8 parts 37k words Added Mar 2017 Updated 9 Oct 2021 28k views 5.0 stars (11 votes) No comments yet •Always Hard•Cock Growth•Huge Cock•Hyper Cock•Self-suck•Extra digits•Multi-abs•Multicock•Multitongue•Replication•Muscle Growth•Muscle/Strength•Always Shirtless•Getting Taller•Size Increase•Tongue Growth•Selfcest•St. Patrick’s Day •M/M•M/M/M/...