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.

Paul woke up with a big grin on his face.

He could feel the weight of his huge pecs weighing him down and that was all he needed to know to make sure. He was still huge. It had not been a dream.

Even though he had less than an hour to get ready for work, he loved using the time in the morning to make content for his Onlyfans. This new body of his needed to be seen, that was for certain! And so he propped his phone up and got into the shower, the rising sun kissing his body behind the glass. With a devilish grin on his face Paul realised that his bulging muscle gut was pressing against the shower control while his big ass was in contact with the glass door. He couldn’t even bend down in his own shower anymore—he had already outgrown it!

He started the water, and the stream was running down his bloated mass! The cascade parted on his big chest and it rained down from his big nipples in two continuous streams. His cock was hard and pressing against the wall; he was used to that because in the past his hard cock had been a problem in this small shower cabin all the time. Paul leaned against one of the walls and his shoulders started pressing against the fogged glass. He grabbed his big nipples and started rubbing and pulling them. His moan was echoing deep and the running water wasn’t loud enough to drown it out.

The camera was filming it all. The shower, his amazing body and his cum almost hitting the ceiling twenty minutes later. All the flexing had been enough to make his body swell just a little bit bigger. The veins on his shoulders were even visible from a distance!

With his big hand he cleared the mirrors of his damp bathroom. God, was he hot to look at. Nothing could wash that smile off his face!

Five minutes later he was standing in his bedroom again, his police uniform on the bed in front of him. He needed a bigger one, that was for sure. But he had to go to the precinct in order to get it. And for that he needed to wear something official … fuck.

He started the process but it soon became apparent that 100 pounds more sure made a difference! One of his calves was almost enough to fill the part of the pants that was reserved for his thighs! He still tried putting them on and only because of the stretchy material it worked! In the past he always had to choose bigger sizes in order for his cock to find room. That extra space was coming in handy now. Still, the pants looked painted on and they surely wouldn’t survive a single squat. Paul turned around in front of the mirror and gasped at the size of his ass! His crack was actually visible. The waistband wasn’t able to cover his juicy muscle ass fully. You could even see a bit of hair peeking out.

Definitely need that bigger uniform. But this one might be just the right size for my fans, he laughed.

Paul thought about doing more content but he didn’t have the time. He put a stretchy white shirt on and marveled at the tightness of it. He flexed his massive arms and saw how the thin fabric hugged his muscles just perfectly. He tried putting the police jacket on but he couldn’t even fit his arm through one of the sleeves. Paul just threw the jacket over his shoulder. That will have to do.

A car honked in front of his house. Benito, his colleague, was there to pick him up. He couldn’t wait to see his friend’s face!

The car sank several inches when Paul got in. A loud peng announced the death of a few of Paul’s seams; parts of his thighs and ass must be visible now. The car was now leaning to the passenger’s site quite obviously. Benito stopped chewing gum as soon as he laid eyes upon his partner. He pushed his sunglasses up to his forehead, showing off his well-muscled forearms, his mouth wide open.

“Have you…? Are you…? How did you …? Paul?! What the actual fuck?”

“Do you like it?”

“You’re fucking massive?! Jeez!”

Benito grabbed Paul’s massive biceps with both hands but he still struggled to encompass it. Paul loved the feeling of that.

“345 pounds! And it’s all real,” Paul said. He enjoyed the hand of his partner on his body and so he began flexing.

“It sure feels real?! How did you do it? I wanna be massive too! And … Oh God, the chief will hate to see this!”

“I’m not on drugs, I promise.”

“You sound like every fucking fitness influencer on my For You Page. Remember when we used to go to the gym together and share the same weights on the rack? That was three days ago idiot! You’re clearly using my PB as a silly little warmup now! What is it? Testo? Tren? Mh?!”

“No, I didn’t take any drugs, I swear. I would never lie to you.”

Benito started the car again and they made their way down to the precinct. Paul and his partner were close. Very close. Benito even knew about the Onlyfans account and used every opportunity to joke about it. He always said, when Paul crashes your birthday party, you never know if he’s there as a cop or a stripper.

Paul explained what had happened in the sauna of the gym in all glorious detail on their drive.

“… and when I woke up in the locker room, I was this size.”

“And your dick—?” Benito wanted to know immediately.

“Smaller—but still twice as big as yours.”

“Fuck you!”

Benito laughed, but he also knew that it was true.

They arrived at the car park and Paul could feel the excitement rise in his body. He couldn’t wait to show off his new body—except to the chief, maybe …

Before he got out of the car, Paul took another deep breath and almost flexed out of his shirt.

“Let’s get you a new uniform then, beast.”

“Beast?” Paul said, raising an eyebrow. “I like it.”

In the afternoon they patrolled the beachfront. It was one of the easiest, if also most boring shifts, but they didn’t mind. It gave Paul and Benito another chance for a chat. Benito moved the car in circles through the streets nearest to the coast, and they enjoyed a bit of sun. The only illegal thing happening was a guy parking in front of a fire hydrant. They waited for him to come back out of the shop, and he almost dropped his bag when he saw Benito and Paul—they surely looked impressive together.

They patrolled down the boulevard and met another team. After a little chat about how massive Paul looked today, they went separate ways again. A few metres down the road, a group of bachelorettes asked them for a photo. It was against protocol, but Paul didn’t mind. Some people secretly took photos of him, but he said nothing. He even felt flattered.

He began to realise that his larger body was attracting far more attention! A bit too much, even.

When they arrived back at the precinct, he opened the top button of his shirt for a minute. The sun outside had made him sweat horribly. His big muscle pecs squeezed out of his shirt slightly, and he enjoyed the breeze on his chest.

And then the voice of the chief’s assistant disrupted his peace.

“He wants to see you. In his office. Now.”

Paul became crucially aware of his own bulge moving left and right slightly as he walked to his boss’ office.

“Chief? How are you? What can I do for you?”

“Sit your big ass down!”

The chief’s office felt ten degrees colder than the rest of the building. Paul squeezed his big ass into the wide chair in front of the desk and it immediately began to creak under his weight. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and his uniform tore a little on his arm. The chair wasn’t comfortable for a man his size, and so he had to manspread involuntarily.

The chief gave him a long lecture about actions, and consequences, and the obvious problem a man of his size caused the precinct.

Paul sat more upright now. “If you’re implying that I’m taking enhancing drugs or anything, I will happily prove you wrong.”

“Good, so we don’t have to force you to do it. Erika is already waiting for you outside.”

“So you don’t believe me?”

“Paul? Have you seen yourself?” the chief almost screamed, his face white. “You look like Schwarzenegger in the 80s! Our reputation is bad enough as it is. We don’t need cops on steroids throwing tantrums in the streets. You better know that the slightest fuckup will get you kicked out.”

“I understand, chief.”

“Now get your blood tested. And I swear to God, if they find one nanogram of anything in your blood, you’re done.”

“Understood.”

Benito was waiting outside the chief’s office. He was trying to cheer him up with an awkward smile. The nurse took his blood and complimented him on his veins.

“That was the easiest blood sample I have ever taken. We are finished here, big guy. You’ll get the results in a few days—but I’m sure you already know what it says.”

Paul had to suppress his laughter. If they knew—especially about his plans. He was far from finished.

It was lunchtime and they were back in the patrol car. Benito wanted to believe every word Paul had said, but it was difficult considering him.

“So this might be our last week as a team then?”

“They won’t find anything in my blood, I swear to god.”

“Your biceps are almost as big as my head, bro.”

“Nice, isn’t it.”

Benito looked Paul deep in the eye, then to his massive arms and back again.

“We need to be back on the street in an hour. Care for a snack?”

Before Paul could answer, his belly rumbled so loudly that it almost made the car rumble.

“… Guess that’s a yes then!”

“You have no idea how hungry I am.”

They left the restaurant with three bags of food and two big sodas. Back in the car, the dashboard was crammed with enough Mexican food for two families.

“I need to open another button,” Paul said. He revealed more of his magnificent chest and breathed in deeply for the first time that day, it seemed. The seams of his shirt were stretched to the limit, and Benito couldn’t take his eyes off of him.

“Seems like you’re sweating much more.”

“I do, but only because you have the heating on.”

“I don’t.”

“Stop lying.”

“You’re such an asshole,” Benito said with a smile on his face. “Just admit that weighing more than two men has its downsides too.”

“Oh, this isn’t a downside,” Paul said, raising his arm to reveal not only a ripped-open sleeve but also huge sweat stains. “I think it’s quite hot.”

“You are such a freak, man.”

“Could a freak do this?”

He took his big soda and put it in his cleavage. He flexed his muscle chest and almost crushed the soda in the process.

“Dude! Be careful! My car!”

“Our car!”

“Yeah, I want to see you crawl into the back row with a vacuum, fucker.”

“I can still do that,” he said, but it wasn’t believable. He took a sip from his straw by just leaning his head forward. He unwrapped his first burrito and started eating, the drink still trapped between his pecs.

Benito joined in and finished his second box of tacos ten minutes later. He was fully stuffed when Paul was still going strong and eating like a true muscle bull.

“Your appetite is surely bigger, too.”

“I’m not yet used to it. It’s crazy how many times I have to eat a day.”

Paul crammed another burrito into his wide-open mouth, and it looked like he was hardly chewing it before swallowing. His muscle belly had swollen bigger by multiple inches, and his buttons were stretched to the limit too now.

“Dude, slow down!”

“Nah, dude. You know how much I love this place. Their food is amazing.”

“Yes, but leave something for the rest of us!”

“Ha ha ha! No.”

He unwrapped the last burrito (the eighth one) and ate it in just three bites.

Benito was worried. He could hear Paul’s buttons straining like crazy, and so he intervened. He flicked Paul’s shirt open (one button at a time) to reveal an even bigger muscle gut than he had imagined.

“Fuck …” he sighed. “Continue eating like that, and you’ll be even bigger in no time.”

With a slightly dreamy look on his face—full and finally happy—Paul said: “That’s the goal.”

The rest of their tour ended without any interruptions. Paul was quite happy that he had more than enough time to devour his insane lunch meal. He was so full for multiple hours that even leaving the car became an unimaginable act. His boner proved to be a problem too. Being this full of food felt truly amazing! His belly was so big and taunt that the pressure alone was enough to keep him fully erect for over an hour—hopefully without Benito noticing.

At the end of their shift, Benito drove him back to the precinct.

“I need to get more shirts. I have nothing at home that fits me anymore.”

“I can wait and drive you home afterwards, big guy.”

“No need. Probably head to the gym. Wanna join?”

“Sorry, but I have a date night tonight. Some fine dining with the missus.”

“Next time then!”

Paul was relieved that Benito had no time. Gym was more of a code word. His horniness was reaching new record highs, and he needed to find someone to fuck as soon as possible!

When he got out of his car, he realised just how sweaty and musky he had become. His still-open shirt (he couldn’t close it anymore) was still three shades darker from all the sweat. His hairy muscle gut was peeking out between the two sides of his shirt.

“See you tomorrow then!”

In the locker room, Paul dropped all of his clothes into the washing bin and stepped into the shower area with his 345 pounds on full display. He loved the sound of his heavy steps and how his half-hard 10-incher was hitting his massive thighs left and right. The showers were renovated only months ago, with wide, dark tiles and nice indirect lighting.

Paul let some cold water run down his overheated body, and his skin began to steam immediately. He was halfway through washing his immense body (with his cock getting harder by the minute from touching himself) when a deep voice echoed behind him.

“Chief wasn’t lying. You are massive!”

The voice belonged to Logan, a big and bearish man of impressive size. He was taller than Paul, reaching almost 6’4 in height with a proud belly. He was also at war with the chief, Paul remembered immediately, but for completely different reasons. The chief had threatened to fire him many times over the years without ever doing it. And the reason for that rested between Logan’s legs too!

Paul and Logan had many very interesting and intimate chats over the years about size and craving more. While Paul (privileged as he was genetically) only fantasized about doing something to enhance his god given gifts, Logan had actually done something. And then more. And then more. And then more again—much to the displeasure of the police chief, because the problem couldn’t be hidden anymore.

“Look who’s talking!” Paul said with a huge smile on his face. He loved chatting with Logan. He was someone who understood him. He pointed at Logan’s overly massive balls that gave him a wide stance. “Seems like you injected more.”

“Over 2000cc now. Slowly approaching the size I always wanted!”

“Does the chief allow you on the streets again?”

“Oh, hell no. I’m at my desk only now. He won’t send me out anymore ever again. My bulge is just too distracting, he says.”

“Well, he’s kinda right,” Paul laughed. “But in a good way.”

“In a good way, indeed!”

A bit of the silicone had wandered from Logan’s balls to his shaft, giving him a truly thick cock of seven inches. He was immediately hard, seeing Paul under the shower with a steel beam of an erection.

“But I’ll leave the job soon anyway, I think. Switching to the private sector. I want to grow some more, and I think the chief will lose his mind when I outgrow the next pouch size.”

“Tell me about it. You cannot imagine the talk I had today.”

“Looking good though. Wanna talk about how you did it?”

“You wouldn’t believe it anyway,” Paul said with a smirk, and Logan just nodded. It wasn’t the best idea to talk about this in the showers of the precinct anyway.

They started showering in silence then, but every time they saw each other, they noticed their hard dicks throbbing for the other’s size. Logan started rubbing his thick cock first. Paul followed only seconds later—he used both his hands for the job.

With an urgent look on his face, Paul pointed at the phone resting on the soap tray in the corner of the room. He had been filming himself showering, but now Logan had joined the fun.

The other guy realized what was happening, but he didn’t care. Later, he would just shoot Paul a little message. Just blur me.

Before anyone could come in and disturb them, Logan went down on his knees quickly, his massive balls resting heavily on the ground and spreading his thighs. Paul grabbed his head and aimed at his face. Seconds later, he came over Logan’s face in huge spurts, covering his sack too in the process. Logan came at the same time.

The shower washed away all the evidence seconds later.

A week later, Paul is back in the gym, wearing a fully new wardrobe. He could still go to the gym with his old clothes, but everything was a little bit too snug for a truly comfortable fit. He was getting too big for most machines at the gym, so he needed the best support he could get from his outfit. So he bit the sour apple and bought most of his favourite shorts and shirts three sizes bigger. Now they still felt snug but not close-to-ripping snug.

Luca, the man working at the gym entrance, was paying him far more attention than just a week ago when Paul was 100 pounds smaller. In fact, everyone in the gym was treating him like a god now. As if he owned the place. They greeted him and wanted to know a few tips on lifting, as if his size gave him some kind of true knowledge.

Luca welcomed him the same way almost every night. He put the phone down and watched Paul very closely.

“Hey beast, how you doin’?”

“Good, good. Ready for a nice pump.”

“Then go ahead!”

Luca opened the gate, and Paul pushed his body through. Before he could head for the locker room, he turned around again and walked back to the counter with Luca behind it. He lowered his voice a little and rested his heavy arm on the board between them.

“Hey, have you ever seen a guy around here, a little taller than me, full beard, cap, well built...” as he described him, Paul realized how little of the strange encounter he remembered in detail. Now, a week later, his memories had faded, leaving behind something more like a shadow than a man.

“Are you describing the man of my dreams?” Luca had to laugh about his own joke. “But no ... no one comes to mind. Maybe he’s not a regular? We have a lot of day members because of the nearby motorway.”

“Yeah, maybe. Thanks anyway.”

Paul was disappointed, but he tried playing it down. He wanted to meet the stranger again. Desperately. He tried to focus on the workout instead.

Paul squeezed his 345-pound body into his slutty gym outfit and went to work. He was dripping with sweat after his 5-minute warm-up, multiple eyes in the gym watching him closely.

He promised his followers extensive gym content, so he filmed every move he made. Paul was still getting used to his new size and strength, and the app he was using to track his lifting had a lot of questions when all his stats jumped from one week to the next. Even though push day was next, he decided to go for a full-body-workout to show off every part of his body with the maximum pump!

He started with a few chest movements, switched to legs (while squatting, his noticeable bulge almost touched the ground!) and finished everything off with some back and arm movements. In the end he was drenched in sweat. A small puddle had accumulated under the cable he used for triceps extensions. He already maxed out the machine and his triceps still wanted more—needed more!

The new gym outfit fit him well without the pump … but now every muscle in his body was hot, ready and filled with blood. Paul looked like he was about to explode. His movements became more inept. Looking down, he realized that his pecs blocked most of his view. He had to bend over to find his water bottle. He emptied the gallon in one go, expanding his muscular belly a little more, making his shirt rise. He lifted his shirt to reveal his pecs with a little wobble. Paul had visible veins on top of both his chest muscles—something he always dreamed of but never archived.

Paul grabbed his phone again and started uploading the content to his OnlyFans. Nobody cared if the footage was edited or not. They just wanted to see him and how big he had become in such a short time. Paul scrolled through the comments under his last posts and he could feel his manhood waking up reading them. Everyone was so horny for his new size and his massive member. He could feel the need to fuck someone rise again. His balls felt full and heavy.

Before heading back to the locker room he posed a little in front of the big mirrors. He pulled his shorts up as far as his huge legs allowed it and pushed his bulge upward with both hands, making it swell instantly. Paul flexed his legs, shook them, and flexed again. The meat tumbled and turned hard as steel a split second later.

Paul grabbed his stuff and finished his session. He walked back to the locker room, the massive hardon in his shorts leading the way.

He dropped his shirt and shorts when he heard a voice behind him, but when he turned around there was no one there. While holding his shorts in front of his cock, he even took a peek into the next row of lockers, but he was all by himself. He grabbed his towel, when he heard the voice again. This time clearer.

Come …

He recognised the voice. Could it be? His blood began to boil. He put everything in the locker and almost sprinted to the sauna.

The heat hit him like a baseball bat when he opened the door. He blinked twice and realised that the room was empty. It was just him, the only sound being the slight cracking of the radiator and the drops of sweat hitting the ground. He threw his massive muscular body onto a bench and sighed deeply. Paul had expected the stranger to be here. He had been 100% sure.

Two minutes passed, and the heat started to feel even more extreme. It didn’t feel like a usual sauna anymore. It felt like he was sitting in a burning cabin, panting, sweating. The drops of sweat started to burn in his eyes and Paul had to rub his face again and again to get rid of it.

With his face in his hands, blind, he took a deep breath. One more minute. Max.

Paul opened his eyes again and there he was. The stranger was sitting on the other side of the bench. He was smiling and he had his cap pulled deep into his face again while sitting with his legs spread.

When did he come in? Paul didn’t hear the door.

“There you are!”

“Sounds like you missed me, big guy.”

“I was looking for you.”

“Have you? Sweet.”

The stranger scooches a little closer.

“I’ve heard you’ve been enjoying your size? Everyone in the gym is talking about you.”

“Are they?” Paul asked as if didn’t know already.

“Oh yes, you’re getting lots of attention it seems.”

“It’s great! Thank you so much for sharing your size with me!”

“My pleasure. You wear it really well. Not everyone can make 345 pounds look so easy. You got used to it quickly, mh?”

“It’s feeling so natural already! Almost as if I was meant to be this big! And … to be honest, the sex is amazing. I’ve been fucking all week like a freak—didn’t even miss the two inches you took. It’s still too big for most anyway”, Paul bragged and the stranger nodded with a knowing smile.

“And when you say it’s still too big …”

The stranger never finished his sentence. He just smiled again with his sharp canine showing.

Paul answered eventually. His heart beating on his tongue.

“I wanna give you more of my dick. Just make me even bigger.”

“Are you sure? Seems like you’ve got into quite some trouble as it is.”

Paul just shrugged, his shoulders almost touching his ears. It didn’t even come to his mind to ask the stranger how he knew about his problems at work. He was blindsided by it.

“Another hundred pounds then?”

“Another hundred?”

Paul was shocked. That was a lot of muscle mass! It would push him to over 445 pounds and that size was basically unheard of. He would be bigger than the biggest off season pros in the industry.

“Maybe sixty pounds? Another hundred is a huge leap.”

The stranger crossed his arms and leaned back.

“Another hundred. That’s my last offer.”

Paul was scared that the deal would vanish right in front of him. He reached his hand out hastily.

“Another hundred. Deal!”

The stranger shook his hand and smiled.

The world was sucked out of the room with a bang. Colours faded, smells passed, and Paul slipped into an unconscious state.

It was dark when he woke up with a start, hitting his arms into something soft. He blinked a few times until he realised where he was.

Paul was sitting in the back of his car. He looked down.

“Oh fuck …”

Paul almost filled the back of his car on his own! His lats spread many inches further than hours ago, his shoulder width was insane! His massive bulging biceps were veiny and his arms felt harder to move than ever before. Flexing, he could actually touch his biceps with the fingertips of the same arm!

“Oh fuck!”

He rubbed his now bigger roid gut and his hands brushed against his massive and pre-dripping erection below. The middle console was already covered in cum. He must have ejaculated while being in a trance.

He started rubbing his massive hardon again, his body felt like it weighed a ton, not a hundred pounds more. The whole car shook with his movements.

His load hit the roof of his car minutes later. He panted heavily. Paul grabbed one of the headrests to sit up, but he ripped the whole thing clean off the seat!

“Fuck … !”

The windows were fogged up. It was the only car left in front of the gym. The clock on his dashboard read ten past four. He had to be at work in less than three hours … looking like a freak.

“Oh fuck …”

“… That’s why I have to call in sick today, I’m afraid.”

“Yeah, you actually sound horrible, Paul. Get well soon, okay? I let the team know.”

“Thanks, Tina,” Paul said with his low and raspy voice. “See you tomorrow.”

He ended the call and looked at the phone in his hand. His fingers and palm looked drastically different. Thicker, more muscular. Paul had never seen hands like that before. And they were his. He had to pay extra attention to not crush his phone on a whim.

When he opened his eyes after just 3 hours of sleep, he knew that work wouldn’t be an option today. For a second he thought it had all been a dream and that someone had put him into a muscle suit overnight. But when his hands caressed his massive pecs after Paul opened his eyes, flexing, stretching, and pumping bigger … he knew.

It took him three tries to get into an upright position in bed. His bed was creaking loudly from his excessive weight.

“That fucker made me heavier than just 445 pounds. Fucking hell.”

His chin was resting comfortably against his pecs when he looked down a little. A few more pounds and they would touch his face all the time. He could feel his dick coming back to life immediately.

Paul got up and stomped by the huge mirror hallway. He froze in place and took note of the damage done.

“He turned me … into a freak,” he whispered. Paul realised how quickly he had run out of breath. He was panting after just a couple of steps, his feet sinking deeper into the soft carpet than ever before.

In the bathroom he stepped on the scale and after just one second of nervously waiting for the result, Paul knew that he was fucked.

ERR, the scale read. Paul knew that it maxed out at 500 pounds.

“Oh God. I’m at least 60 pounds heavier than he promised.”

While repeating the word shit a couple of hundred times, he looked for his old scale. It wasn’t connected to any app and only able to tell you your weight, but that was enough for now. He found it and stepped on it. ERR—it was overloaded too.

“Fuck me …”

He put both scales right next to each other and stepped on both of them at once. The numbers danced up and down until both showed a number: 255 and 265 pounds. Paul stared at that result for almost two minutes before being able to speak again.

“520 pounds. I’m the biggest bodybuilder alive.”

A big drop of precum lands on the display of the left scale, making the numbers all wobbly.

Without stepping off, Paul grabs his hardon and starts rubbing it furiously. He is incredibly wet and blasts a load after just 30 seconds, covering the bathroom mirror with five heavy blasts.

“That was much needed. Well, at least I’m still hung, too,” he said while watching his strong eight-incher swell down again. Smaller and Smaller. In the end his softie was just six inches long. Still huge in every regard but Paul was getting closer to the more average end of the spectrum.

After cleaning up, he grabbed one of his big-boy-underwears from his closet and realised that he didn’t need them anymore. The extra big pouch wasn’t even close to being filled. Weeks ago he made that thing almost burst with his softie. Paul took a few turns in front of the mirror and watched his cock wiggle in his way too big underwear. He would have thought that a sight like that would make him sad, angry, depressed … but he wasn’t feeling bad about it for a single second. The rest of his body was just too magnificent to pay attention to his almost average size between his legs. He was a true mountain range of muscle mass, and that was hot enough to keep him satisfied.

“… For now.”

He left the bathroom with a smile and grabbed one of his uniforms waiting for him on a chair in his bedroom.

“Okay, let’s see …”

He held the shirt in front of his body and it looked like a costume fit for a child. Paul put one of his hands through the sleeve but his fat, veiny forearms got stuck immediately. He tried pushing a little harder until the seams started to give away. He dropped his arms in a frustrated manner and the 3XL shirt dangled useless next to his overblown thighs. He wasn’t sure if they would have a uniform big enough for him. Why should they? Men his size are beyond the imaginable.

A grabbed a few more pieces from his wardrobe but nothing fit him anymore except for his socks and underwear. There was a pair of formerly very loose sweats but even they looked painted on now. Paul turned around in front of the mirror and even he was amazed by the sheer size of his ass in those sweats.

“God, what a dump truck.”

He let his cheeks dance a little and the movement of the muscles was actually audible. Paul enjoyed the soft slaps he could create with his butt alone.

Eventually he grabbed the most oversized shirt he owned and put it on head first. While he tried pushing the arms through the sleeves he realised how much of his mobility was compromised by his new size. While raising his arms, his biceps and shoulders pushed against his head continuously. That made him horny again in no time. When the shirt was finally in position it pronounced his massive chest and arms just right. His hard nipples were perfectly visible through the fabric—you could hang a jacket on them.

Paul was happy that he had actually found an outfit he could still wear outside. It looked painted on but it covered all of his body parts at least. Even his bulge looked decent without getting too much attention—that had always been a problem with grey sweats in the past.

Paul grabbed his car keys and headed to town. It was time to buy some new outfits and he hoped that the big and tall store would still have something in his size. The car ride felt a bit crowded, of course, but he made it to the mall in one piece. He emerged from his vehicle like a giant growing out of a clown car.

People actually gasped seeing him. Walking, Paul realised how much more he had to move his arms in order to move forward. His waddle had become extreme overnight. And while the AC was still on inside, he was sweating as if the Sicilian summer had arrived on his doorstep. Soon his pits, back and under his pecs were showing off big dark spots.

The guy at the store looked up in shock when Paul squeezed himself through the door.

“Hi there, little guy,” he said with a smile. “Think you have something in my size?”

The store owner looked him up and down, his gaze resting on Paul’s massive arms. He disappeared behind the counter and came back with a simple black shirt.

“Can you put this on for me real quick? We usually don’t have customers this … wide.”

“No problem. Can you give me a hand?”

Paul started undressing, but he couldn’t get the shirt over his head by himself anymore. The owner had to help and pull with all his power. Paul was free again at last, and his huge pecs jiggled happily from the fight. The owner’s eyes were practically glued to his hairy chest. Paul tried putting the shirt on, but the sleeves ripped instantly.

“Oh fuck … I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry, it happens all the time,” the owner said, even though it was an obvious lie. “Maybe we need to find you something and then have it tailored for your muscular body.”

“Sounds good!”

A minute later, the owner pushed Paul into a changing room with a few pieces to try on. All the clothes were huge and needed a trim, but Paul wasn’t thinking about that yet.

He did enjoy flexing in front of the store owner a little too much! He put his phone into the corner of the changing room and used the wide lens to film himself undressing again—his big erection jumping out of his sweats already leaking.

“Look who’s grown again,” he greeted his followers. His body almost filled the whole screen. He looked like a monster, massive beyond belief. While jerking his cock with one hand (an act that had needed two just weeks ago) he used the other one to play with his massive pecs.

“They feel so full, guys! Almost as if I’m about to give milk! Fuck, with my growth I wouldn’t be surprised.”

The thought of that made Paul even more horny!

“Wanna see me milk myself?”

He stuck his tongue out and gazed into the camera with a dream look, pushing his big, steel-hard cock closer to the camera.

“Fuck!”

He looked down and came right into his palm. Without breaking eye contact with the camera, he licked the load right out of his hand.

“I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did.”

In the evening after his exciting shopping trip, Paul’s phone rang. The display turned into a mirror. It was a FaceTime call from his colleague and friend Benito.

“How is my favorit—… Jeez, Paul?! What the actual fuck?”

“What?” He wondered with his deep baritone voice. It was then Paul saw himself in the little rectangle in the bottom corner. The phone rested in his hand on the table and so the only thing Benito could see was the bottom of Paul’s fat chest muscles. There was a bit of face peeking through the valley in between. Paul had been busy eating, but even the burger looked far too tiny in his massive, meaty hands. He raised his phone a little and marveled at the sight of himself. He had truly become a mountain range of mass—520 pounds of unadulterated mass.

“You look like the fucking Micheline Man!”

“That’s just the perspective … and the shitty front-facing camera man,” Paul lied. “Calm down.”

“The Chief will kill you, I hope you know that. Anyway, I just wanted to give you a little call. Are you in again tomorrow? Another patrol with Matt and I fucking kill myself.”

“I’m feeling better already, so yeah, probably.”

“Your appetite seems to be back, surely.”

Benito had watched Paul eat four XXL Burgers during their short call—a fifth one already waiting. The new mass surely kept Paul eating all the time.

“Enjoy the rest of your meal, freak. See you tomorrow.”

He hung up.

Paul stared at his reflection on the phone screen. He pushed his head back and enjoyed his neck squeezing his face just so slightly, pumping bigger in the process. Benito was right. He looked like a freak already, and he loved it.

He put the empty wrapper down and grabbed the last burger. His bites were big and fast. Paul was eating that burger like a freshly selected Mr Olympia eating his first carbs in weeks. When the thing was all gone, he took a deep breath. Paul could feel his full stomach pressing against his lungs. His thick and veiny forearms rested heavily on his bulging roid gut. He could feel the gentle movements of his pecs as he took some slow breaths. His new shirt felt a little snug again after this feast and he began to wonder if he should have bought everything a few sizes bigger. A loud burp announced the end of his stuffing session.

Paul got up from his chair and his shirt slit up a little, revealing two inches of his bloated bodybuilder gut.

“God, that was a lot of food.”

He gave his belly another rub, only to discover his steel-hard rod begging for release in his shorts. The amount of food he had inhaled made him actually horny.

On his way to the bedroom, he caught a glimpse of his body in the mirror. Explaining this won’t be easy. But I’m not too big yet, right? Paul ignored the fact that he was almost 200 pounds heavier than even the biggest freaks competing in open.

And instead of thinking of a way of hiding his incredible mass at least a little to continue his job on the very next day, he just dropped his 520 pounds onto his bed, one hand grabbing his full pecs, the other his freed cock, and started jerking to his new massive self again. The fullness of everything felt intoxicating. Paul’s not only looked bigger than ever, it also felt more massive than ever before. The last growth spurt made a huge difference in presence and mobility already. He had grown to a size he had never even dreamed of before.

Sweat was pouring out of every pore as he approached his 15th climax of the day. His pecs rocked back and forth as he thrusted his cock into his now far more muscular hand again and again. Every move of his was starting to become sexual. His wiggled his fingers and felt the thick coat of pre cum. Paul’s mind was empty and he just enjoyed the feeling of his mass colliding and the way his cock felt in his own hand—a hand that didn’t feel familiar yet.

And then, after hardly 24 hours, he thought about growing even bigger again for the very first time. The thought of his muscles inflating even more, of slowly succumbing to his wildest dreams, of growing beyond human capacity. He thought of the stranger again. Meeting him in the sauna and begging for even more.

In the very last second, he switched his position and rolled onto his back. His sack tightened up and a few thick volleys of cum coated his turtle shell gut. The monster of a man was breathing heavily after the session was over, and the post-nut clarity was slowly settling in.

“What the fuck …” Paul mumbled to himself and began the process of cleaning himself.

The shower was heating up and Paul was standing with his phone in the middle of the bathroom, scratching his huge ass mindlessly. He scrolled through the newest comments on his OnlyFans. After visiting the store today, he had taken a couple of photos in his old and new clothes to show off his most recent growth.

(9:41) What are they feeding you down there.

(9:50) You have to share your stack dude! That growth is crazy.

(11:01) What a roid beast! Never stop growing, please.

(11:02) You’re getting too big. Unfollow.

(06:06) I want to be crushed by those thighs.

(04:20) Pec fucking those tits must feel amazing.

(10:15) Dude, can you even properly move anymore? Wtf

(12:54) Fake.

(02:12) Some men have ass, some have cake and this dude has a full bakery.

Before entering the shower, Paul was fully hard again.

Paul wanted to return to work the next day and for that he needed to sleep. But every time he lay down, he became crucially aware of his newly gained size. The horniness slowly rose in his body like water in a sinking ship.

He got up and took a cold shower, but even with ice cold water running down his shivering skin he still got the hardon of the century.

There was no use in trying to sleep with a log like that between his massive legs. He needed to fuck. The sooner the better.

He opened Grindr and waited like a lion in the high grass. With just a bit of luck the prey would find him on its own. A couple of emotes and messages began coming in and then he found him. Paul endured a few messages and then he finally got what he wanted. The other guy wrote: “I’m on my way.”

While he waited for the stranger to arrive, Paul realised that he had forgotten to change his weight in the app. Well, the guy was in for a truly big surprise then. Paul chose him because of his fascination for Paul’s size; not only his muscles but also his cock. He kept saying how truly rare it is to find a guy that has it all. Paul only said: “Yeah, have it all and then some.”

Paul updated his weight to 520 pounds—he saw that 600 pounds was the maximum weight you could enter into the app, and his mind started dreaming again immediately. Has there ever been someone as massive as him on the app?

After putting his new weight in his pictures on his profile looked too small all of a sudden, and a couple of guys started writing to him about it. He answered a few with a bathroom mirror selfie he had taken in the afternoon, but after more and more messages started coming in he just stopped.

The doorbell rang.

Paul opened the door only wearing a towel around his hips still. He couldn’t be arsed to squeeze himself into too tight an outfit only to get it ripped off by a stranger minutes later.

The stranger’s mouth drops open, his eyes are practically glued to Paul’s massive chest and bulging abs.

“You are so much bigger than in the photos …” the stranger said with a dreamy voice.

“Yeah, the photos are a few days old by now,” Paul answered cryptically. Nico, the stranger, couldn’t hear him. His head was already starting to fantasise about all the things he would love to do with this glorious body in front of him.

“You’re built like a god.”

“You haven’t seen half of it.”

Paul closed the door and picked Nico up. The approximately 220 pounds felt light as a feather in his hands. Paul could feel Nico’s erection pressing against his hard muscle gut.

What followed was an hour of pure and unadulterated fun. Nico pulled the towel off Paul’s hips and revealed the half hard cock mid growth. He took the big thing in both his hands and went to work. Paul reclined and let him do his magic. Nico’s face was soon covered in a thick layer of pre.

After he had enough, he switched positions forcefully and pulled Nico’s pants down. He didn’t fight it. Instead he pushed his ass higher for better entry. Paul aligned his cock with the hole and began pushing it in.

Finally. That’s the feeling he’d been waiting for all night! The fit of his cock felt surprisingly easy. Gone were the days of pushing and pulling for 20 minutes only to get someone used to half of his full length! 8 inches were truly big—but manageable.

Nico moaned as he sank his full cock into him. His noises became louder and more melodic after Paul started resting more and more of his magnificent weight on top of his bottom below. His huge thighs slammed harder and harder against the ass beneath him and he could feel his cock getting comfortable and ready to shoot in the muscle twink’s ass.

Paul used the guy for a few more minutes of rough hammering until he could feel him cumming. His whole body started to shake and Paul finally allowed himself to let go too, filling the ass he was still riding with gentle rhythmic thrusts.

They lay together for a couple of minutes, and Paul realised for the very first time how much harder it is to fuck with so much mass on his bones. He was drenched in sweat and out of energy for a second round. This has never happened before. The minimum fucking sessions on a Grindr date like this one had been three as long as he could remember. More, most of the time. As long as the night lasted.

“That felt so good,” the guy finally said. “You surely know how to fuck with that thing.”

He held Paul’s pole in his hand in an appreciative way, like a cold soda bottle on a hot summer’s day.

“You should think about editing your bio though. You are hung. Don’t get me wrong. But this ain’t monster size. The rest of you, though? Damn …”

Paul didn’t realise that his bio still said that. For the longest time, his cock has been his biggest pride. Now his muscles have won the race. He wasn’t mad about it for one second. Quite the opposite. Nico’s words started making him horny again—even though he was still spent from session one.

Nico sees that and they opt for another position. Paul gets mounted and his cock slides deep into Nico only seconds later. This was the first time he wasn’t the one on top in his life. It felt strange at first. He couldn’t control the rhythm as much as before … but letting go of some of his control felt good surprisingly.

Nico started riding him like a pro. He tried encompassing Paul’s chest and couldn’t even reach half the way around. Soon his cock slapped against Paul’s roid gut in perfectly even smacks until cum started dribbling out of its head.

“Fuck, cum inside me again, big guy.”

Paul pulled him closer to him, until Nico’s head was almost getting crushed between his massive pecs. He began thrusting harder for one more minute until he was completely spent again. His cock throbbed violently and painted Nico’s insides white.

Minutes later, Nico was gone and Paul finally felt at peace. Sleep could come now.

He took a nice long shower before bed and enjoyed the feeling of his pecs and ass cheeks pressing against the opposite walls of his shower. Every time he moved now, the glass wall gave off a dangerous cracking sound.

The doorbell rang and Paul walked to the door with heavy steps and a towel around his hips. The courier almost lost his mind seeing the freshly showered muscle god emerging from the small doorframe.

“You got something?” Paul asked.

“Mh-mhm!”

After handing him the big bag Paul immediately knew what was in it. Benito had sent him bigger uniforms from the precinct via courier; probably the biggest available. His colleague really was a lifesaver.

Paul was on his way to work early the next morning. There was no sense hiding his newly won mass any longer. If this was his last day at the precinct, so be it. OnlyFans paid better anyway.

He had told Benito that they would meet at work via text. Paul had been a little scared about not fitting into his friend’s car anymore and so he took the long route down to the police quarter. The sun was out already, his uniform looked more painted on then ever and every pair of eyes up already was glued to Paul’s magnificent bulk moving down the street. The heat of the day was starting off mildly but Paul was already starting to sweat like the devil in church as his pecs and cheeks rubbed against each other with every step. Every now and then he felt a drop of sweat run down his body. It felt like a finger trailing his skin.

Arriving at the precinct, Paul held his ID to the reader and waited for the camera system to recognise him. But the light turned red with a short warning sound.

“The fuck?”

The security guard came out of his booth. “Do you have problems checking i—… Paul?!”

“It’s me, Aaron.”

“What … what happened?”

“Seems like we haven’t seen each other in a while.” Paul knew how weak of an excuse that was considering his record-breaking appearance.

Aaron the security guard held Paul’s ID next to his face as if he couldn’t believe the size of the person right in front of him. But it was the same person, for sure! The Paul in front of him just looked far more grotesque. His whole face was more square, his jaw tremendously wider with a strong chin and full lips—that’s probably the reason why the camera system didn’t recognise him anymore. Paul smiled.

Aaron forced him to take a new photo for his ID. Then he was good to go.

In the changing room he met Benito for the very first time after his most recent growth spurt.

“You have to be kidding me”, his friend said immediately after seeing him waddle into the room. Paul felt like a parade float being inflated inside. Wherever he stepped, his body collided with something. “I knew that you would need these new uniforms.”

“Thanks again for sending them. You’re a lifesaver.”

“Asshole, you’ve really grown even bigger!”

“Sure did.”

“The chief will fire you. I hope you know that. Damn, Paul, I really liked our shifts together.”

“Same, man. And don’t worry, I’ll talk to the chief. I think it will be good to have a body like this outside on patrol. I think it’s good PR for once. You should see people react to me in the streets.”

“You’re mad. This isn’t some marvel bullshit here. Someone will film you, you’ll go viral on TikTok and then we have multiple national investigations on our ass looking into the fact why one of our policemen weighs as much as a rhino.”

“I’m not as heavy as a rhino.”

“Baby Rhino then.”

“Fair.”

“And by the way, this is the last size available in uniforms. Usually only fat asses in the country wear them.”

“I think I’ll be fine for now.”

“You think so?” Benito smiled but he wasn’t convinced.

Paul’s ass cheeks almost ripped his pants apart. They couldn’t even cover both massive globes fully leading to a bit of flesh squeezing out at the top—Paul should probably consider himself lucky that he wasn’t hung as a horse anymore, because then the pants wouldn’t fit him. He had also tried putting his shirt in, but his roid gut was too massive to do so. The top three buttons couldn’t be closed even, and his heavy pecs reminded everyone more of a hooters girl than a police man.

Paul started laughing when his friend started groping his massive ass.

“Look at this fucking dump truck of yours!”

It was all fun and games and they both laughed. But Paul could also feel his libido rising. Benito’s hand stayed on his ass for a little too long.

Paul changed shirts and then they were finally ready to go on patrol.

The patrol car looked smaller. Paul let his massive frame sink into the seat. He turned around and pushed all of his mass together in order to fit. It took him three tries to close the door with his 520 pound muscle blimp body inside. Parts of his body reached beyond the middle console over to Benito in the driver’s seat.

“Are you mad?”

“I’m sorry, I’m a big guy. I can’t help it.”

They were fighting like brothers. Benito gave him a few friendly slaps. Paul’s enormous muscles jiggled slightly as they fought.

“Get over on your side, muscle bull.”

“Stop teasing me.”

“Oh come on! I know that you’re secretly into that.”

Benito started the engine and they left the precinct. He was right. Paul was very much into it.

The day started out slow. They had to manage a few situations with unallowed parking and a little accident right in front of the ER. A Karen was screaming her lungs out for no reason but she instantly shut up when she saw Paul squeezing himself out of their car.

After that they enjoyed some lunch in the car until motorbike flashed by their car on the pavement. A man screamed “Fuck! My phone!”, but the rider was already gone.

Benito called the precinct and gave them a code. Paul activated the siren. The car took off.

The rider on the bike became faster immediately and tried shaking them off. He almost collided with a garbage truck and took a sharp right into a little alley. Paul’s hand was slightly sweaty, resting on his holster; he realised that he could hardly reach it anymore, his biceps and pecs squeezing together.

They took another turn and found the bike on the ground in front of a metal staircase leading up a twelve story building. They both jumped out of the car and started running. “You gotta be kidding me.”

Benito was faster and in the lead. He pulled his gun.

Paul wasn’t far behind, but his mass continued to slow him down. His whole police uniform was drenched in sweat in no time. His big movement started wearing everything down in mere minutes as if he had been wearing the outfit for ten years straight. His whole body was receiving a nice pump from the sudden workout, and so every piece of clothing began to rip. He could feel his legs, arms and chest starting to push out of the outfit. With every booming step, more of his massive body was released—a big jiggling mass that was impossible to stop.

When Paul reached the end of the staircase he was dripping with sweat. He was shirtless with only a pair of hotpants remaining from his police outfit. His glistening chest was heaving. He saw Benito standing in front of a barricaded door.

“Don’t say a word. We solve this back at PD.”

Benito wanted to laugh, but the situation dictated otherwise. Paul wanted to pull his gun but his more muscular fingers couldn’t fit the trigger anymore. “ … Fuck!”

Benito tried opening the door, but it was locked.

“Let me do that.”

Paul took a few steps back and threw his 520-pound body against the iron door. The hinges exploded into a million pieces! The door flew into the hideout and hit the thief with full force; he had not seen it coming. Before he could get up again, Paul was already on top of him, his enormous thighs pressing him down. Paul took the stolen phone and stored it in between his fat pecs.

“Gotcha.”

“What the fuck?! Get off of me, Freak!”

Benito put his gun away and joined the two.

“I would be careful who you call a freak.”

“He’s right. You better not wake the freak in me,” he whispered into the thief’s ear.

They took him back to the car and locked him in the back of it.

“Damn, Paul. You definitely need a shower.”

“Admit it, you like it a bit, don’t you.”

“Haha, fuck man, you stink!”

“That’s just the smell of success and manliness.”

He raised both his arms into a double gun show and exposed his hairy pits.

When they got back into the car even the thief complained about the smell of Paul’s. “God, is that you? What the fuck are they feeding you guys at the station nowadays?”

“You have the right to shut the fuck up back there,” Benito said with grin. He opened a window still.

The thief made a few more fake noises as if he was about to puke. But when Paul took a look into the rearview mirror, he saw that the guy in the back had a hardon.

After a shower and another wardrobe change, Paul was back at his desk.

As soon as he took a seat, the chair started to creak and bend under his weight.

“Fuck, I need to be more careful.”

He started his paperwork but the whole thing turned out to be more of a problem than expected. Because of his giant pecs he could hardly see the desk right in front of him, his hand almost broke every pencil in mere seconds and his fingers had become so massive they pressed multiple keys on the board simultaneously.

Paul was busy cleaning the mess he had created after knocking his coffee over, when the chief walked by. He just stood there, arms crossed and furious.

“How can you be even bigger already?! Office! Now!” Everyone in the building became quiet.

Fuck, Paul thought. That’s it. Well, it was nice while it lasted.

The chief threw his phone onto his desk with a loud bang. Paul took a seat and he got ready to get screamed at again, but his boss’ voice was low and quiet.

“You’re not going on patrol again like this ever. Every officer here is a role model. What do you think happens if we let a man like you out in the streets? Our PD would become the laughingstock of the nation. And consider yourself lucky that we don’t get a warrant for your place—use all the fucking roids you want and poison your body; honestly, I don’t care anymore, but rest assured that we will bring you in front of a judge as soon as there’s only a hint of drug trading. Buy or sell that shit and your big ass is mine, you hear?!”

Paul didn’t get the chance to answer. The chief continued.

“This is your last straw, I swear to God. Think of your career, Paul. How do you want to work looking like this? You are the only one to blame here. Why are you doing this to yourself? Getting this … big?! And Benito? You and your partner have been working together for how many years? Eight? It’s over. This was your last patrol. Benito will work with Mark again in the foreseeable future. Go now. I don’t wanna see your ass anymore. I hope you get better soon.”

Paul walked out of the room. The last words of his chief still echoed in his mind. But instead of ‘I hope you get better soon” his brain was imagining a ‘I hope you get bigger soon.’

Sitting on his magnificent juicy ass all day was not a vibe, Paul thought. His neck was hurting from trying to look past his big pecs and his hand was getting a cramp every few minutes because he didn’t want to break another pen; the trash was already full of them. It was also warmer in the office than he realised before. Sitting there and working on other peoples’ reports was enough for Paul to break into sweat—so much so that he started dripping onto the paper at times.

Another problem was the amount of snacks available. Sure, Benito and he had been eating and drinking loads on their tours through the city, but they could only stop every few hours for something like that. But in the office, snacks and drinks were omnipresent. It was especially bad when someone at the PD celebrated their birthday—and with roughly 170 people in the building there was almost no week without at least two celebrations with cakes, sweets, and big food orders.

When Paul entered the little kitchen in the precinct, he had to squeeze his magnificent frame through the steel door frame. He got quite used to it by now and it didn’t feel as strange as it did in the beginning. The stares he got were still the same though; especially when someone was in the kitchen already and Paul trapped that person by simply entering the room too.

“Sorry … can I …” Paul heard a little voice say behind his 520-pound frame, followed by someone pushing against him and out of the kitchen. It was so hard for Paul not to get horny because of these little day-to-day inconveniences. He just loved his weight so much.

In the kitchen, Paul found another ready-to-eat assortment of cupcakes, pastries and doughnuts. He sighed heavily and started eating. These days his immense hunger was one of his biggest drivers.

Paul returned to his desk twenty minutes later, his muscle gut prominently swollen, finally ready to work. Only for a colleague to stop by immediately and ask, “Ready for lunch?”

“Of course. Let me just get my jacket.”

Said jacket couldn’t be closed anymore. And after lunch, Paul had to carry it in his hands, because he couldn’t get his pumped muscles and swollen belly into it anymore.

Paul was very aware that he needed to find a solution to this. He couldn’t end up like one of the fat cops only getting wider and wider behind their desks as the years passed by, shoveling doughnuts into them with no end in sight. He still was the same dom top stud he used to be 300 pounds ago. Paul needed to put more work in at the gym. And maybe it was also time to think about a job change. Maybe going 100% onlyfans truly was an option now that he reached a size no human being has ever reached before (in muscle mass).

He was thinking about all that on his way to the massage salon after work. Paul felt his stiff neck with every turn of his head, and he desperately needed a pair of professional hands on it to fix it.

A pair of nervous eyes grew wide as Paul entered the little parlor.

“I’m here for my 7 o’clock appointment,” Paul said with his deep rumbling voice, his chin tickling his pecs.

The massage therapist picked up the phone and waited for the person on the other end to answer.

“Can you join me? Now. Yeah, I need another pair of hands. No, no, … Yes … you have to see for yourself.”

The other guy came through the door only two minutes later and froze in place when he saw mountainous Paul turning around to him.

“Okay, now I get why you need another pair of hands,” the guy smiled. He was basically undressing Paul with his eyes. “What’s the max weight of our massage beds?”

“600, I just checked it.”

“You’re below 600 pounds, right?” one of them asked Paul.

He nodded with a slight grin as if to say: “For now.”

Ten minutes later, Paul was lying on his stomach, only a towel covering his bottom. He could hear the two massage therapists entering the room but after that he could only hear the chill playlist almost soothing him to sleep. Hot oil spread generously on his wide muscle back and four hands began to spread it in wide and slow movements. Paul’s skin started to glow and his muscle mass previously looking like perfectly carved marble was slowly kneaded into a softer form. The hands pushed deep into his mass and Paul needed to focus or else he would have moaned loudly. He couldn’t tell for sure due to his enormous weight resting on it, but it felt like his cock was at least half hard by now. The four hands wandered down his back and Paul was happily surprised to feel them also pushing deep into the muscles of his butt. After they kneaded it well (making it all oiled-up in the process) one of the guys even let out a little “Wow!”, seeing this magnificent ass.

They finish the thorough massage with a few movements focusing on Paul’s flexibility. They try bending his body in a certain position until it cracked loudly followed by Paul moaning gratefully. This truly was a two-person job, as one of his arms, for example, was almost too heavy for just one grown man to work with.

Paul lay down again with a towel still covering his eyes after everything was done.

“We’ll now give you a moment to rest. Enjoy the music, and we will be back with you in fifteen minutes. Enjoy.”

He could hear the door opening once with a little chat happening in the hallway outside. With his hands by his side (and almost falling off the table because he was so wide) he let his body rest and enjoyed the feeling of his well-worked muscles. His neck was finally feeling better.

His ears twitched slightly when he heard the door again, quieter this time. Were there footsteps? It was difficult to tell. Paul surely was too relaxed to look up now. Maybe it was just his mind playing tricks to him.

Then he felt a bit of weight on the towel covering his groin. Paul smirked. Someone has returned for a happy end, it seemed.

Two gentle hands pulled the cover away. A quiet voice said: “Damn, you’re huge everywhere.”

The guy’s voice was loaded with awe. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was.

Paul bit his lower lip as two hands picked up his member, immediately followed by warm lips starting to kiss his cock. He could feel his blood boiling, pumping into his cock with rapid speed, making him harder than ever before. The guy surely knew how to handle a cock like Paul’s. His tongue licked the inflated head of his thick cock and trailed all the way down to his balls. In between strokes, one of his hands came to a rest on Paul’s muscle gut, feeling his powerful abs. Paul could feel how his cock entered the stranger’s throat and he used one of his hands to push the head further down onto his dick. The guy struggled but he made it work. His hands moved swiftly. Paul could feel the orgasm coming closer.

The guy was also fascinated by Paul’s huge muscle pecs and who wouldn’t be? Without ever letting go of Paul’s cock, he moved up to his pecs too, felt them, kneaded them, and sucked on his nipples until they were hard like thimbles. It was at that moment that Paul wished to be big enough to lactate for the very first time. With his sight blocked, it was so easy to imagine his pecs swelling even bigger only to shoot milk in thick streams seconds later. Paul was sure that the eager mouth currently at work on his pecs would welcome it. The thought of becoming a big lactating muscle beast threw him over the edge!

The massage guy wanted to pull back, but Paul did not allow it. He held him in place and pumped his full load down the guy’s throat. When Paul let go, the guy tumbled backwards to the ground. He was out of breath and still in disbelief of what just happened.

The guy picked himself up and left the room hastily.

Paul put the towel back on his still-inflated cock and enjoyed the remaining minutes of solitude.

After a couple of weeks Paul was getting used to his staggering weight. It even started feeling normal. He went to work, he ate loads, and in the evening he spent 2-3 hours at the gym—he wasn’t exercising the whole time, of course. He had loads of chats, long cardio sessions, calm moments in the sauna and a few flings with guys that were certainly big but tiny compared to Paul the giant. In these weeks he also started having little meet-ups with some online legends; guys with big and spicy social media accounts who wrote to him out of the blue. Wanna do a video together? Would be hot, I think! I need to see this amazing body of yours up close.

People also started recommending guys on Paul’s OnlyFans to fuck next, and Paul was more than happy to fulfill their wishes. His online following grew, and it became more realistic that Paul would become a content creator full time. His body was really paying off itself.

And yet … Paul caught himself looking for the amazing stranger more often now that he had gotten used to his 540-pound body. Especially after realising that no matter how hard he worked out in the gym, he wasn’t able to put any new mass on. Paul even tried a cycle to see if that would start his gains again, but no chance. He was stuck at 540 pounds. Luckily, though, it also seemed like he wasn’t losing any mass even if he skipped gym for multiple weeks. His body was set in stone.

Every time Paul entered the sauna, he was hoping to see the mysterious stranger again, but these days it was always only some other dude getting instantly nervous after seeing Paul’s massive body squeezing into the steam filled room. They all acted nonchalant in the beginning, but after a couple of minutes they started moving closer until their hands were on Paul’s cock, often followed by their mouths.

Paul’s cock was still fairly large, and people enjoyed it. It would have been no problem to lose another inch or two for a hundred pounds more, right? Gosh, he caught himself dreaming about being even bigger and freakier more and more often these days. While fucking, he loved to play with his big nipples, imagining them leaking. He flexed his arms and watched them swell bigger under the tension. He let his tongue hang out of his mouth while fucking and realised that he was getting out of breath so incredibly fast due to his size. Pumping his hips and his big fat muscle ass was hard work and so he switched to a cowboy position more and more often. It was far easier for Paul when people just sat on his amazing cock. It was also nice to feel the top guys dick grinding against his abs or even pecs in some cases. Laying there while someone was riding his cock, he imagined growing even bigger. It would be no problem, right? It would only make the experience better. More extreme. Paul loved extremes. He wanted to be even more of a freak.

After another disappointing sauna session, Paul packed his stuff. He left the changing room and walked by the front desk.

“Night, Luca.”

“Night, beast.”

Paul closed the car door and felt the steering wheel press against his muscle gut with a smile on his face. There were some aspects of his size he would never get used to, he thought. He brought the rear-view mirror into position and his heart stopped for a beat. There had been a man standing behind his car for a second. Not some random dude, but the stranger from the sauna that made him grow.

He got out of his car in a rush, but there was no one there. The parking lot was almost completely empty with no places to hide. Paul even walked around his car.

“Hello?” he yelled. No answer.

Disappointed, he got back into his car and drove home.

Paul threw one of his prepped meals into the microwave, turned the thing on, and the well-known hum started echoing in his kitchen. He watched his food going around in circles. Paul thought about the next day and it felt like he was already exhausted by it. He didn’t want to spend another day chained to his desk at the precinct.

He really needed to quit. Sooner rather than later.

Someone knocking at his front door woke him from his depressing thoughts. Has it been real or was he just imagining things? Maybe it’s just been his food in the microwave.

Knock, knock, knock!

No, it was definitely real. And the hand knocking was wearing rings. It was him. The stranger was here.

Paul opened the door to find the guy he had been looking for right on his doorstep. He was wearing a thin hoodie with a flannel, the hood sitting high on his thick neck. The cap hung low in his face as always, and a grin parted his thick brown beard.

“Don’t you want to let me in?”

“It’s you.”

“Indeed.”

“Come on in.”

The stranger entered. His heavy combat boots boomed with every step.

Paul was unable to swallow when he took another look at the stranger’s outfit as he arrived in his living room. He was wearing a pair of well-worn blue jeans with an insane bulge starting at his tenting zipper, squeezing all the way down to his left knee. The horse cock he was unable to hide must have been thicker than a grown man’s forearm. Walking sure must be difficult with a beast like that between your legs. Paul hardly remembered his monster cock.

He wondered: was that some of his length too? Paul’s mouth was watering.

“I … was looking for you,” Paul said.

“I know.” The stranger found a seat on Paul’s couch, arms on the backrest, legs spread. “I wanted to give you a chance to rethink this.”

“What?”

“To give me more of your manliness.” His devilish smile was audible. One of his hands squeezed the fat bulging cock through his jeans. The fat snake twitched and moved half an inch closer to his knee. Fuck. The head of his cock was already swelling thicker. It was clearly visible; even through the thick denim.

“You’ve been such a naughty boy these last few weeks.” He looked up and for a second Paul could see his glowing eyes, a faint shimmer of red in them. “All that flexing and posing, all these jerk off sessions with your muscles in your hand, all that fucking … how hard was it to admit that you were getting too big to fuck someone properly?”

“How do you …”

“Let’s just say I’ve seen it all. And I’m not talking about your online presence.”

Paul knew that the stranger in front of him was no mortal human being for a long time now. But the true weight of his gifts was still surprising.

“I’ve been enjoying watching you … you’re such an eager muscle slut, man.”

Paul tried to stand as upright and strong as possible. He didn’t want the stranger to say and do whatever he wanted. Especially not in his house.

“Tell me, are your pecs giving milk already?”

Paul was taken aback. How did he even know about his fantasies? He took an involuntary step back and the room reacted to him. The lights dimmed and the colors washed away just so slightly.

“You know what I think?”

The stranger got up and stepped closer. Paul dropped his staggering body to his knees and a loud bang echoed through his living room before it was being swallowed by something unnatural.

“I think you actually don’t want to be this big dominant top you’ve always played so well. People saw you, your body, your stallion cock, and they made you into this fantasy you happily leaned into.” The stranger put his hands on Paul’s shoulders. He came closer, his mouth close to his ear. “You used your mass and your incredible cock to please them—to give them what they craved. But deep down, you always just wanted to be worshipped. You wanted your muscles to be touched and your body to be enjoyed. You wanted to be fucked by hung guys too. But you were too afraid to admit it—the fact that you had needs too.”

Sweat was running down Paul’s face. He looked up into the face of the stranger, an unreal shadow hiding most of his features in the dark.

“Yes …”

The guy put his hand in Paul’s short hair and caressed him.

“Good boy … you finally admitted it. Doesn’t that feel great?”

Paul could feel the insane bulge of the stranger radiating with heat. It was as if Paul could hear his heartbeat. He was almost salivating—no matter how many times he swallowed there was always more drool covering his tongue.

“Take more of it. Make me grow. I want to become even bigger, thicker, stronger. And … I have another ask.”

The devil smiles as he puts a hand under Paul’s chin.

“It will cost extra,” he whispered.

“I don’t care …”

“Well then … let’s begin.”

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The spectacular growing saga by West A collection of brief stories about guys discovering their dream bodies in various ways. 8 parts 12k words Added Mar 2022 Updated 20 May 2023 36k views 4.6 stars (17 votes) No comments yet •Cock Growth•Cut to Uncut•Cock Shrinking•Huge Balls•Ball Growth•Huge Cock•Hyper Cock•Prehensile Cock•Cum inflation•Hyper Cum•Nipple Emissions•Multi-abs•Multi-balls•Multicock•Multiarm•Multipec•Hyper Muscle•Hyper Strength•Muscle Growth•Muscle Theft•Muscle/Strength•Increased Libido•Getting Taller•Forced Growth•Size Decrease•Size Increase•A.I.-Controlled Change•Retcon•Suggestion•Incest•Brothers•Twins•Triplets•Hyper Pheromones•Infectious•Androids/Cyborgs •M/M•M/M/M

The Porter Men by Inclytos The Porters are a family of perfect men, all uniquely perfect in their own way. It’s how it’s always been, right? 3 parts 8,809 words Added Oct 2022 Updated 5 Nov 2022 25k views 4.5 stars (23 votes) No comments yet •Cock Growth•Cock Shrinking•Huge Cock•Dom to Sub•Getting Dumber•Pec Fucking•Hyper Strength•Muscle Breast•Muscle Growth•Muscle/Strength•Always Shirtless•Butt Growth•Increased Libido•Retcon•Incest•Brothers•Father/Son•Twins•Dom/Sub•Sex-Slave•College/University •M/M•t/t•M/t

The salt: the African-American by RdyRoger 3 parts 3,969 words Added Jun 2010 22k views 5.0 stars (4 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