For those not familiar with it, mate (or maté) tea, also known as chimarrão, is a traditional South American caffeine-rich tea made using yerba-maté leaves.
Pedro loves drinking mate tea, so when he finds the products of a fancy-looking new brand for sale in his local supermarket he decides to buy two packages. As soon as he arrives home, he makes himself some chimarrão which, as always, he offers to his handsome boyfriend Alexandre. The strong and addictive flavor enchants both of them, but that’s not the end of their surprises…
For those not familiar with it, mate (or maté) tea, also known as chimarrão, is a traditional South American caffeine-rich tea made using yerba-maté leaves.
Alexandre wakes up confused, laying in an ample bed and surrounded by machines and doctors walking around. The first thing the lad does when he is still a bit groggy from waking up and from the drugs uses to tranquilize him is to check his own body using his touch—weirdly, his physical shape seems to have changed so much! He is checking his muscles, which seem to have been replaced by large steel-hard mounds, while his pecs has become meaty pillows and his abs reminds him of the sea of hills of central Brazil. He is even getting horny as he touches himself, before noticing his cock is touching past his knees and he is still almost 100% hard.
As he feels his cock getting engorged, he touches it and feels his gigantic size—his eyes widen, he gasps, and his memories slowly return to him. As surprise is replaced by urgency and fear, Alexandre tries to stand up and get out of the bed, but is ultimately forced down by four smaller but still incredibly big and muscular guards which come his way and grabs his limps.
“Fuck, assholes! Let go off me!” says the large muscleman, as he struggles to get rid of the guards who are, each, having a hard time overpowering one of his massive limbs.
“Do not fret, lad, you and your boyfriend are safe,” says a velvety voice coming from behind the guards. A figure takes a few steps closer to Alexandre, and he soon notices that this is that weird large executive who has appeared in their front yard to when he and Pedro are apprehended. Seeing that despicable figure, Alexandre gets angry and starts struggling more as each of the guards tries to embrace and contain one of his members—except his furious cock which gets hard, grow and rose up, until it finally falls on his pecs with a wet slap, oozing pre as it trembles as violently as Alexandre is shaking himself.
“Fuck off, bastard, you kidnapped us!” he says and then spit on the man, his spit falling on the man’s fancy suit. The executive looks down at the spit and doesn’t much react, except for taking a handkerchief and cleaning the small wet stain before throwing the whole package back at Alexandre.
“This is not even close to the hardest to clean out of the liquids your body produces,” he says and sneers, as Alexandre struggles again and his cock slid leaves and right on his muscular pecs, getting Alexandre and his bed drenched in crystal clear male juices.
“You fucking bastard! What the fuck do you want?!” asks Alexandre, as his powerful arms lift one of the guards from the ground until one of the doctors come and shoots him with an injection, slowly making his muscles softer and allowing the guards to better restrain him. Seeing that, and watching as Alexandre’s arms suddenly became weaker despite their gigantic size, the executive smiles and nods.
“Now that’s the right action: let’s talk about what I want. It is simple, really, lad. Your boyfriend has grown beyond human proportions, and so he will be staying with me to supplying our new product; you, meanwhile, have two options…,” he starts, until Alexandre grunts and interrupts him.
“Bastard! You are the ones who makes him like this, with that weird herb of yours! You don’t get to decide what he does now!” he says bitterly, and then the executive shook his head.
“It is true that he grow thanks to our products, but he wants to grow as he does, otherwise he would have stopped drinking much earlier, as he would not have enjoyed the taste of our mate nearly as much as he does in real life. He is a bitch for muscle, that one, that is obvious to anyone who sees him now… or who sees you before, Alexandre,” argues the executive, leaving Alexandre bursting in fury but without words to respond, other than shaking while red in angst. “And besides, at his current side, he can’t live anywhere else now… you on the other hand…,” he starts, and Alexandre interrupts him again.
“I will stay with him! Let me get to Pedro, he is probably scared all alone and by himself!” he says and tries struggling again but his muscles are not as powerful as before, somehow, despite their amazing size. The last injection has seemingly makes him weaker.
“More like in a long and lovely orgasm by himself, Alexandre—although it is true that he has asks for you, we are more than capable of providing him with plenty of relaxation, pleasure and diversion,” responds the executive with a smile. Alexandre frowns, almost offended by the idea of Pedro being neutral about his company.
“You fucking liar, just take me to him! He wants my cock, he says so himself! You changed his body but you can’t change his mind!” says the constrained giant, his cock throbbing freely—the only part of his body allows to do so—and so wetly slapping his meaty male tits while oozing more and more warm pre. The guards themselves are getting wet with Alexandre’s overflowing pre.
“Don’t underestimate my team, lad,” says the executive with a dark smile before slapping Alexandre’s huge balls, making the large man moan a little. “Regardless, I can take you to him, lad, but for that I will require a favor back from you…,” says the executive, and Alexandre’s face trembles in anger.
“You fucker, holding my boyfriend as a hostage!” accuses Alexandre as his cock releases a particularly large amount of pre, due to the stimuli applied to his balls by the executive. He moans and closes his eyes to focus better before opening them again. “You know what? I’ll fo whatever the fuck you want, I don’t care! Just take to me to him already!” he cries in virulent rage, which almost sounds like a powerless plea. The executive smiles and nods.
“Okay, but there is no way back, lad. Welcome to our team,” he says and then waves his hands and the guards let go of his powerful arms. “Stand up and follow me,” he completes and then turns around and starts walking away before Alexandre can even react. The larger man almost trips trying to stand up with his overgrown and also medically relaxed muscles, but eventually leaves the bed and starts following the executive out of the room. The guards, smelling of Alexandre’s pre, are following them closely behind.
The executive ahead of him, Alexandre can now see, is a fairly bit shorter than his own 297cm—still, he is well above the normal average, probably closer to 2-and-a-half meters, though. And his ass is quite plump and voluminous, he notices as the man walks ahead of him. Alexandre thinks for a second of just overpowering the fancy man in a suit, but he knows that—given the guards around them and his own current weakened state—he would not have had a chance to win; and it may have cost him the opportunity to see Pedro.
“You monster,” he voices almost in a whisper after realizing the powerlessness of his situation, despite his new massive body—power is not only on muscle, or so it seems. The executive smiles, ahead of him, without looking backwards.
“Thank you, you are too kind,” he responds and chuckles while Alexandre squeezes his fist.
Pedro wakes up confused, feeling all sorts of stimuli all over his body—his body is placed on a huge bed, his ass feels full, as it hosts a hard and cold tube, and his penis is being squeezed and strokes by some sort of warm and wet milking machine. He moans, and then licks his lips seeing a huge tube above his face, which he almost instinctively knows is there to feed him whenever needed. He then grunts and tries to move his body, but quickly notices his muscles just squeeze and tremble and contract against one another, without generating much if any motion. Slowly, his memories come back to him and he tears up.
“A…Al! Alexandre! Where are you?” he starts saying, quietly and fearful, but then in between moans and grunting as the machine around his cock starts working his cock up more and more. His pecs, unfortunately, stands in the way of his view, but he does feel several small hands touching his gigantic muscular frame. He starts imagining—almost as a coping mechanism—that they belong to his beloved, or that the object in his ass is actually his boyfriend’s cock.
“Al…Al? Where are you? Please… someone bring my boyfriend to me! I… I need him!” says the gigantic mass of muscle, his loud voice now reverberating all over the milking room as his body trembles from his trying to move. His large tongue wets his hungry lips.
The doctors around him presses some buttons and the giant tube above him starts to be lowered slowly towards Pedro’s mouth. He shook his head violently, trying to wobble his body away, as his overmuscular arms and legs trembles and bobs up and down, incapable of useful action.
“No, no, I don’t want you to feed me! Just bring him to me! I don’t want your machine,” says Pedro almost crying. The immense tube gets lowered further and is about to push between his lips and inside his mouth when the noise of a door being opens and a loud order crosses the room:
“Stop this now! Let them have a little time!” demands the executive, entering the room with Alexandre behind him. The giant come and ran past the smaller man, towards Pedro’s muscular mass, and hugs the titanic musclebound body of his boyfriend, which he soon starts kissing what is, effectively, his boyfriend’s dysmorphic torso.
“Babe, oh babe, are they treating you well?” asks a concerned Alexandre as he licks and kisses Pedro’s muscles. Pedro starts to cry and tries to tremble again and move again—he wants to hug and pick Alexandre up, but the most he can do is flex and contract all his muscles.
“Al… Al…come to my face…I want to see you!” asks the immobile man as his cock throbs inside the machine and production—as measured by the doctors—spikes up. Alexandre looks angrily at the executive, who nods.
“I’m coming babe!” says the bitter giant, as he starts to climb his muscle-hill of a boyfriend, his own cock sliding against Pedro’s smooth skin, coating it more and more on Alexandre’s oozing precum.
As Alexandre climbs Pedro, the doctors goes to the executive, concerned for their little mechanism and the future of the experiment. They are particularly worried about the balance of Pedro’s diet, and what king of physiological disruptions Alexandre’s visit and the excess of stimuli can cause on their new human source. The executive laughs at those concerns and points at the production numbers on the machine.
“This will only benefit us; besides, his boyfriend will become one of my men. He should also have some privileges,” says the executive as Alexandre reaches and squeezes Pedro’s pecs, making the muscle titan moan and then his pecs squirt lots of male milk inside the pumps which contain his nipples.
“Oh, Al…come kiss me, quick! I missed you so bad!” asks and even begs Pedro’s strong voice, as his boyfriend’s cock gets stuck for a second between his massive male tits, before Alexandre pulls up and grunting and panting and oozing lots of cum, finally overcame the massive pecs and then crawls to Pedro’s face.
As soon as Alexandre sees Pedro’s face, he crawls to him, his cock between Pedro’s and Alexandre’s own muscles, and finally their lips touch and they start kissing wetly and deeply, both the lads moaning in bliss and want. Alexandre’s mouth is invaded by Pedro’s gigantic tongue, and Pedro’s whole body relaxes and stops trembling as his cock increased production even more and so do his nipples.
“I missed you so much…let’s…will you stay with me?” softly asks the musclebound giant in between kisses and moans. Alexandre pats the gigantic muscle slut in his head and caresses his hair.
“Yes, Pedro, I will not leave you alone here, whatever it takes, okay?” he affirms, and Pedro suddenly relaxes and his ass gets penetrated even further by the huge cold steel tube down there. He pants and moans and bit his boyfriend’s lips.
“Okay, thank you Al… I love you and I’m sorry for all this…,” Pedro starts saying, before Alexandre nibbles his ear and pats his hair.
“Stop,” he interrupts Pedro, “this is not your fault, it is theirs… you just like mate, that’s all. And it will be fine, they says we can both live here, they have offered me a job,” says an undecided Alexandre trying to sound confident and strong for Pedro. Pedro nods, tearing up.
“That’s good, but there’s something else, Al… I… I wish I can have you inside me again…,” says the gigantic muscular man with large puppy eyes and his thick pouty lips kissing and nibbling on Alexandre’s lips. Alexandre moans, and sighs.
“We can try to do that, bae, but we will have to see if the doctors and the guy in a suit will allow us,” says Alexandre frowning a little, and Pedro shakes his head and wobbles his hands, far away, opening his lips in a smile.
“No, Al… just fuck my face again. Come on, I can feel your hard cock on my skin, so warm and wet… I know you can and want to do it now… I really need it, Al…,” says Pedro, and Alexandre moans and then slid his cock forward, slamming it against Pedro’s face, as his boyfriend uses his gigantic tongue to lick the whole oozing cockhead and even dig inside the productive slit. Alexandre moans deliciously as his cock is licks and his slit invaded by Pedro’s tongue.
“Oh… sure… I can do that. Let them come to stop us if they want to,” says the smaller man, moving his hips up and aiming his cock more and more perfectly for Pedro’s lips.
“Yes, Al, fuck my face, thrust your gian…! Hmmmm!!!” starts Pedro, before being interrupts by Alexandre’s massive member pushing his lips apart, and then thrusting through them and inside Pedro’s mouth and then further to his throat, as Pedro moans around his boyfriend’s gigantic rod, and Alexandre grunts trying to drill as deep as possible inside Pedro’s immense system.
As Pedro drinks more and more of Alexandre’s pre, and as his mouth and throat are fills by his thick and warm cock, the gigantic muscle beast relaxes and moans deliciously, his tongue sticking out of his lips to lick his boyfriend’s productive balls. The two lads are soon moaning together, and a few meters away the doctors are increasing the pressure of the milking device on Pedro’s cock and the pressure of the pumps attached to his nipples, which also increase productivity.
“Great numbers,” says the executive, seeing the screens the doctors are checking. “Three more like this and we’ll be able to start the release of our new product,” he completes, smiling self-satisfied.
“Yes, sir. It will be a revolution in the world of beverages,” says one of the doctors, adjusting his glasses as he sees the executive’s penis tremble under his suit and a wet stain appear in his shirt.
Antônio is at his local supermarket when he sees three male models advertising a new type of product: they are dressed up in black and white spotted shorts, their torso fully naked, wearing horns on their head, selling a “100% natural milk.” There are lines of people around them, picking up the new beverage—both men and women ogle the models and goes to buy their fancy, albeit relatively inexpensive, newly released product. Antônio too eyes the muscular models, sees the slogan written behind them—”milk makes you grow” -, and then picks up one bottle for himself. Shortly thereafter—seeing the promotional price and glancing at one of the model’s exactly as he squeezes his large pecs—he picks up a second and a third cold bottles as well.
“Do you think this milk really helps one grow like you?” asks one of the prospective customers, a skinny man near one of the models. The handsome model smiles at him and winks, before lifting his arms and flexing them, making his pecs jolt forwards as well.
“You bet it does!” he promises, and the skinny customer almost immediately picks up several bottles and put them in his cart. “Just don’t drink too much of it!” he completes, laughing, and the costumer then picks another pack of bottles as the model flexes his beautifully sculptured arms.
Another one of the models slaps the first one’s thick pecs. “It’s impossible to drink too much Maxim milk! It is developed for healthy, long-term and size-consistent growth,” he says, and a woman nearby frowns.
“What do you mean by ‘developed’? Isn’t this milk 100% natural?” she asks, her voice rising as the feelings of shock and outrage inundate her mind.
“Yes, it is 100% natural! But that doesn’t mean all milk is the same, it’s all about the source, and what kind of herbs you use to feed the animals,” says the first model, managing to calm her down, before the two models hug one another, and their muscles smash together impressing onlookers and finally getting the woman’s mind to fly to a completely different place.