Cult of the Muscle Beast

by SuperWaffle

 Horny twunk dancer and cum factory Branson is thrilled to learn that the man of his wet dreams, the huge muscle god Maximilian, has engaged his services for a private session. What Branson doesn’t expect is the effect his cum has on Maximilian—or what that means for Branson’s future.

Added: Aug 2020 19,638 words 9,897 views 4.5 stars (8 votes)


Maximilian the Muscular was a fucking monster!

As the appellation so suggested, that musclebound beast of a man boasted a physique so superhumanly developed literally no one could compare—mightily shouldered and broad of chest, with a massive corded neck tapering down to powerfully muscular arms. His huge pecs, so heavy with muscle as to forever challenge the shirts he donned, bulged out like a pair of meaty slabs that betrayed the dark kiss of those perfect, perky nipples.

Given that he was also the greatest sportsman on campus, it should come to no surprise that that drop-dead gorgeous hulk of a man kept a grizzled shadow across his hard, angular jaw and upon his head wore a crown of dark, close-chopped hair. His lips, full and kissable, always looked poised to coil into a knowing smirk, as if he knew something you did not. But most striking of all, his brow was strong, prominent, and his eyes a volcanic blue that smouldered with a fiery intellect belying his imposing stature.

Though I’ve admittedly never seen it myself, there was just something about him that made me know, deep down to my core, that he also sported what surely was the most gigantic of cocks. Perhaps it was how his massive body brimmed with a confidence only the most generously endowed could exude, or maybe it was how he was always sported a colossal bulge where his crotch should be. Well, whatever it was, I personally believed it was because his purchases of posing trunks (and heaven forbid, posing thongs) always came with pouches a good two sizes larger than what the university’s gym usually sold.

I had accidentally received and opened a package meant for him once. No regrets!

Predictably that, coupled with the smattering of times I bore witness to his shirtless, pumped-out-of-his-mind body, soon left me helpless to keep him from dominating my dreams and desires. Whenever I masturbated, I would imagine him there, overcome with the rut and bursting his clothes apart as he flexed those gargantuan muscles for my viewing pleasure. His heaving, roiling chest muscles would bear down on me, but I would not see them, for I would be pulling the waistband of his trunks away with my teeth, woefully unable to look at anything else bar the colossal cock hanging between the pylons he called his thighs.

My orgasms came quickly these days, sometimes too quickly, no matter how much I tried to remain on the edge. That was expected, though still I yearned for him to one day bare his incredible body to me, for him to sweep me off my feet and use me like the wobbly-kneed slut for muscle that I was, for him to drill his herculean penis through my hungry hole until I screamed myself hoarse and then pass out from the sheer lack of blood in my brain.

Deep down though, I knew even that would not be enough. All my life, since before my balls even dropped I had been so fascinated with the mighty and the muscular. Puberty saw that fascination turn to a powerful obsession that had dominated my life since. So many dreams, all of them involving me exploding out of my clothes and morphing into an unstoppable juggernaut of unbridled muscle and cock! Maximilian was literally the wettest of my dreams made manifest, and I could no longer differentiate where my lust to be with him ended, and where my desire to be him began.

Almost two years would pass, two since since Maximilian first muscled his way into my life, before I had the chance to find out. The unseen hand of Fate itself had machinated from the shadows, converging our paths through life until we were dead set on an irreversible collision that would change our lives forever.

Like so many of my impoverished contemporaries, I had been pressed into picking up a job on the side to help pay my tuition fees. Unlike so many of my impoverished contemporaries, who were earning minimum wage waiting tables and serving coffee, I chose the more lucrative options offered by the university’s underground sex industry. I had (just) enough muscle for it after all, but what I sorely lacked in brawn I more than made up for with the overgrown titans growing between my legs.

No, I’m not talking about some colossal cock I could break jaws with. Rather, I owned what might have been the largest balls ever to grace The Glory Hole, each the size of a large kiwi and about twice as heavy. Come to think they, and the crowd of brawny, shirtless jocks in the waiting room, had been the reason for the standing ovation I received at my audition. I had simply stepped forward, dropped my pants, and then proceeded to blow not one, not two, but five separate loads at the slack-jawed judges in the thirteen minutes it took to empty my factories.

Anyway, working at The Glory Hole had its perks, no doubt about that. For starters, I—Branson ‘the Blaster’ von Brandy—always ended my nights with a speedo chock full of dollar bills and phone numbers. The managers even had to ban me from showing up to ‘Hardbody Heats’ where they fielded some of the biggest, buffest dancers and had everyone else mingle with the crowd. Having a relatively scrawny thing like myself hog all the attention wasn’t good for business, they said.

None of that was important now. You’re probably wondering why I’m here, just bragging about what my bulging balls have done for me, and what that has to do with Maximilian and I. Well, you’re about to find out, but trust me when I say The Glory Hole played an integral part in the great game of Fate.

I was backstage, freshly showered and finally free from the lecherous touches of the club’s target demographic. It was here that my stage manager—a slimy man whose name I never really remembered—came barrelling in. The sheer ferocity with which he shoved down the door nearly caused me to drop the bowel of ramen I carried with me. There was only one thing that could have gotten him so riled.

“Branson!” he exclaimed, brandishing his phone. “I got you a gig!”

“No!” I had cried, waving him away with my bowl. “My shift is up, I’m eating and then going!”

“No dude, trust me on this one!” he replied, bowling over several jocks as he slithered over to me. “You have to take this one, you must!”

“I don’t care if he’s going to pay double my rate,” I proclaimed, before flopping into a nearby beanbag chair and taking in a huge slurp of noodles. “Nuts, I’m not going to accept even if the client’s Maximilian the Muscular himself!”

“Funny you should mention that,” he offered. “Because your special client tonight is, in fact, Maximilian.”

I vaguely recalled smashing the door to smithereens on my way out, my bowl of ramen all but forgotten as I bolted for the stairwell and made for my destiny. That manager of mine was yelling after me, something about not having told me the room yet, but I didn’t pay him any mind. Maximilian! Maximilian the Muscular! The biggest, hottest, most muscular jock on campus wanted my ass and or dick! Oh my god oh my god!

After accidentally disrupting the sexual escapades of several customers, I finally found Maximilian within the club’s presidential suite. Or rather, I smelled him in there. I had just passed by the grand double doors when I was immediately assailed by a torrid concoction of musk, muscle, and man!

I had kicked the doors open in my frenzy and then nearly creamed myself at the sight before me. Maximilian was there, the sheer size of his monstrous muscles eclipsing the dozens of snoozing bodybuilders that surrounded him. They were all naked, belly-down, their buttocks smeared with cum and their gaping assholes overflowing with creamy seed.

Curiously, unlike his recent victims, my new favourite customer was (like me!) freshly showered and (unlike me) fully clothed, albeit in a too-tight polo shirt and even tighter jeans that blatantly flaunted his very ample manhood. I’ll admit just having him look my way was drowning me in insecurity. Suddenly I had found myself acutely aware of my near-nakedness, garbed in nothing more than the skimpy black trunks, one size too small, that served as the de factor uniform here in The Glory Hole.

“You’re here,” rumbled the beast on the bed, his voice rich like dark mahogany. “At last.

One mightily muscled arm rose and beckoned me over. Hapless to resist his immense brawn, I wobbled over to where my muscle god sat, trembling as he cupped my cheek with a hand made for strangling lions. I couldn’t believe it, not only was it so warm and strong, but calloused and hard from curling what must have been the heaviest dumbbells the campus gyms could offer.

I wanted to think my reaction pleased him, because when my knees gave way he grabbed me by the waist and then pulled me in so he could crush his face against mine. His touch was beyond electrifying, beyond imagining, and when his tongue delved so deep down my throat I soon found myself squealing in delight!

When I finally got to breathe again, it was with Maximilian’s monstrous muscles pressing me into the bed. He was on top of me now, still clothed, still fresh-smelling, his incredible form slowly gyrating and causing my mega-balls to swell with more and more juice. I knew what he wanted, I knew what they all wanted, my signature moves always ended with the most epic of facials—the sort that left your face drenched and dripping down to your neck and chest.

He didn’t need to tell me anything. I knew, oh god I knew but deep down all I wanted now was to molest this massive muscleman with all of my body. He had already taken the strength from my arms—a planned move if I didn’t know better—so as to prevent me from tearing those offensive clothes off his rippling, bulging muscles.

Almost an hour of wild frenching elapsed before he finally released my face. I was quivering now, every cell in my body pulsing with sexual energy after what Maximilian had put me through. He was still there, surveying his handiwork with electric-blue oculars, the biggest, smuggest grin on the planet carving his face asunder.

“Hmm,” he hummed, the lowness of that baritone drawing another squeak from my addled body. “Do you work out?”

And then both hands were upon me, engulfing my arms in an admittedly gratifying feel over. There was something about his touch, something thrilling, that was leaving me so weak in the knees I thanked the stars for the bed I now laid on.

“Ooh… my!“ he purred, his voice gentle as a volcano poised to erupt. “You do.

Maximilian’s face was so close to mine the heat of his breath crested over the contours of my face.

“I love it when my twinks know how to lift,” breathed my new god, his voice dripping with sex. “Tell me, are you the hopeless slut for muscle that I think you are?”

Unable to take my eyes from his shimmering visage, I nodded my affirmative.

“Are you lusting for me to choke you with this hulking biceps of mine until you pass out in bliss?”

I nodded again. Then, with one finger, Maximilian all but split my trunks clean open, exposing my raging erection for all to see.

“Will you squeal with pleasure if I put your puny cock on my chest and then crushed the juice out of them with these monster pecs of mine?

“O-Oh god,” I peeped, really shaking now. “Yes, please god y-yes!”

“That’s a good twink,” purred Maximilian, that massive shit-eating grin reaching all the way to his ears. “You’re going to shove your cock into my face now, and you’re going to spray so much cum in my face I should be able to drown myself in it.”

One powerful paw seized my cock like a vice, wrenching an ecstatic moan from my lips, and then dragged me all the way to the foot of the bed. Maximilian fell to his knees and aimed my cock at his hungry mouth. No sooner did he breathe on it did my prostate finally give way.

I was wailing now, thrashing on the bed and pumping my crotch in his iron grip. So much cum! oh gods I was cumming so much! Maximilian was lashing at my cockhead with his long, oh-so-long tongue! So much was coming out, shooting, spraying out of my pulsing hole! Fuck! Oh my god!

And he was catching it all! Lathering my sperm all over his face, his lips! Squirt! Splat! My juices were running down his rugged features, dribbling down his grizzled chin and on to his polo. Oh crap he was using his mouth now! Oh gods! What a blow, what a fucking blow! My god! So hot, those lips so firm, almost sizzling! I could feel every bud on his tongue stroking my shaft and milking my dick for all it was worth!

I must have cum for a whole minute! Sweet balls of juice that was more exhilarating than anyone who had ever blown me! I absolutely had to see how much gunk I had showered him with, so I propped myself off the bed for a better look.

Maximilian had… frozen somehow, as if in shock. It did not suit him, that knowing smirk was gone, replaced by an expression that constantly flickered between surprise and arousal. It was painfully obvious, to me at least, that something dramatic was going on. His shoulders were rising and falling, tandem with his huge chest, his breathing deeper than when he was savaging my face.

“FUCK!” he suddenly cried, before falling backward and grabbing a hold of his crotch. “OH FUCK! OH FUUUCK!”

I watched his massive body hit the ground, the telltale jerking of a powerful orgasm rocking his hips and causing him to arch his great back. His jeans were too tight, there was no way his hands were going to free his spasming cock anytime soon. He must have noticed this, for he soon abandoned that endeavour and just basked in the pleasure. Fuck! His member was so frigging big it had pitched a veritable circus tent in his jeans, so much cum shooting through the zipper I thought I was going to cum again just from watching him.

This monster was really going for it! If I thought my orgasm had been epic, then nothing could have prepared me for Maximilian. His juices had literally soaked through the front of his pants and pooled between his legs! I left him there for a little bit, content with watching his huge muscles bucking and twitching between pants. But he got up soon enough, more energised than ever and positively beaming.

“Holy fuck that was exhilarating!“ he exclaimed, that long tongue slathering his cum-soaked lips with more drool. “I’m not sure what came over me but it was as if your cum gave me a shot of pure testosterone!”

“H-Has t-this…” I stammered. “H-Has this h-happened before?”

“Fuck no!” he rumbled, palming his still rigid dick. “I’m either super pumped up or enjoying this more than I thought I would!”

He was already eyeballing my swollen cock, a renewed hunger blazing behind his volcanic blues.

“Give me another load!” commanded my muscle god. “Now!

I came must faster this time, not five minutes after Maximilian smashed his cum-soaked face into my crotch and pulled my legs over his shoulders. There was barely any foreplay this time, those fuckable lips had sucked in all six inches of cock and both my balls! This time the heat of his mouth was magical, as was his tongue, even more so than ever before!

And when my orgasm finally came, Maximilian gulped down every drop without choking.

His eyes grew wide.

“OOH YES!“ was his rapturous bellow, quickly followed by a loud BANG as the zipper of his jeans broke before an avalanche of flesh rocketing to freedom and shooting cum everywhere.

The big man wasted no time leaping to his feet and striking one of the most spectacular double-biceps poses I had yet seen. His arms were so powerfully muscular just pumping his giant guns was pulling the hem of his shirt way up, revealing the beginnings of what I knew to be a really hairy, really chiselled abdominal wall.

He was looking a lot, and I mean a lot, more pumped than he had been a few minutes ago. Not that I cared of course, at least not with the biggest fucking cock on the planet exploding like a loose cannon before my wide, disbelieving eyes. Holy balls, how much fucking cock was there! There was more than a foot, more than twelve fucking inches of man growing from Maximilian’s crotch! I had no doubt in my mind that thing was more than twice as long as I was, and goodness knows how many times as thick!

And don’t get me started on those pubes! Maximilian had a fucking forest of shiny black pubes bristling out of his busted zipper! I could smell the testosterone wafting from them! Here was a man that was literally all fucking MAN! Fuck! I wanted this, I NEEDED this! How the hell does one become a fucking sex god like Maximilian! How!

Two minutes this time. Two minutes of me chewing the blanket as I begged the very gods of muscle for a body just a faction of Maximilian’s. Two minutes of my prayers going unanswered, before the great big muscleman hunched over and breathed a sigh of relief.

“There’s no doubt in my mind,” he declared, his massive frame looming over my own puny body. “It’s you, there’s something about you that compliments me so, something in your juice that’s empowering my very cells, my very soul!

He drew in a deep breath, his teeth bared, his muscles tensed.

“You don’t even know how you’re doing this do you?” he growled. “I’m feeling so fucking strong now, like I could pick up a car and throw it, all because you came down my throat!”

Those too-strong arms came down and scooped me off the bed. If my erection could have gotten any harder, then they did when I finally realised I was sitting on his palms like a chair. Granted, his paws were gripping my buns so hard they were probably going to leave marks, but at this point I didn’t care! He didn’t even have to suck this time, no sooner had his lips engulfed the head of my cock did it start firing madly.

I could feel my juices filling his mouth, he wasn’t swallowing any of it. He was still sucking, wanting double the usual dose, so I played along, my world spinning due to the lack of blood in my brain, until at last my forth and final orgasm that night crashed to freedom.

Maximilian let go of me as he swallowed, his fiery gaze burning so brightly in the dim light! He was standing there now, unhealthily close, his head tilted to a side and a big fat smirk plastered across his gorgeous features. I heard it soon enough—the barely audible rumble of some great, tremulous power—and it was growing louder and louder and louder!

I could see it. All his muscles were swelling up, slowly yet surely, their growth unmistakable. I could make out his already huge pecs thickening within his polo, growing steadily larger and pushing out even more from his massive chest. Maximilian’s heavily muscled shoulders were growing even more muscular, bulking out of either side of him as his delts grew to massiveness beneath the thick fabric.

“There’s something else you need to see,” announced Maximilian as one enormous hand came down, gently cupping my head and tilting it earthward.

His sweatpants were growing increasingly tight, thanks in part to his burgeoning muscle-quads, and thanks in other to superhero-sized schlong filling his broken fly to bursting. God fucking damn! That must have been the biggest fucking cock on the planet! That could not be real, it could not be! I was this close to hyperventilating but good grief it was just getting bigger and bigger and bigger!

That monster shaft was growing outward and upward, longer than my forearm and just as thick, with a perfectly formed, if oversized mushroom head that seemed to throb with his power. Crammed down one leg, a pair of potato-sized orbs were stretching out at a slower rate beneath the fabric, gorging themselves on mass and ballooning up like crazy.

Maximilian’s hand came back, cupping my chin and pulling my gaze back up. He wasn’t growing any taller, but he surely was growing fucking wider! His clothes were tight as hell and outlining the spectacular development of those intense, worship-worthy muscles. His arms alone must have measured twenty-six inches around if I guessed right, so much muscle just bursting out of his body all that mass had actually pulled up the hem of his shirts and sleeves.

Oh wow, oh wow oh wow the base of his abdominals were perfectly visible—the very beginning of a chiselled cobblestone walkway covered in a rich layer of thick, manly hair. I was gasping for breath now, I must have been, my vision was fuzzy and one of Maximilian’s huge hands was on my shoulder, holding me steady. My cock was so hard, just so fucking big and hard, I could probably bend a steel bar around it if I had the muscles to do so!

“Holy fuck,“ he moaned, the deepness of that utterance sending chills all the way to my toes. “This… feels… magnificent.

His monster cock actually convulsed, as if it was barely holding on to an orgasm to end all orgasms.

“I can feel every muscle, every cell in my body, just bulging and flexing with insane power! I can’t believe my clothes are still on! My muscles are so close to bursting free, I… I can do it… I’m going to flex every fucking muscle in my body, I’m going to fucking hulk out of my clothes, right here and now!”

Maximilian brought his arms down for the biggest most muscular flex I had yet seen! BOOM! Almost immediately did his sleeves give way, as did the back of his polo. Great rents were torn into the fabric, his colossal arms shredding through the cotton and his monstrous form expanding so much as to rip the shirt to bits. That single, powerful motion was so forceful he all but expelled the tattered fabrics from his body. As he released his flex and reared back to his full height, it was with a body that was now completely shirtless and unimaginably muscular!

SHRIIIIIP! His jeans were next, his mammoth quads surging out and splitting the threads to their limits. I could see so much muscle, so much hard, rippling brawn erupting from where the denim had given way! He was already reaching down, his fingers digging into the fly from which is herculean prick bobbed and throbbed. I watched him rip his pants apart, his freakish muscles roiling with unprecedented size and power, until he was utterly nude, one ruined pant leg in each musclebound arm.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” he growled, dropping his ruined jeans and then spreading his huge legs wide. “So much power, so much raw, erotic power! Fuck! I can feel it shooting through my muscles, my cock! Fuck yeah!”

Somehow, that dick had completely softened after he had ripped his clothes to bits, and now swung heavily from his hairy crotch. My god, it must have been what, eight, maybe nine inches long—longer soft than my cock was hard! His prodigious, potato-sized balls had swollen to the size of hairy oranges that dangled halfway to his knees!

“Just look at this fucking monster of a cock,” he commanded, turning to one side so I could watch a spectacular erection unfold. “I like it when my body leaves twinks screaming themselves hoarse, especially after I stuff my cock into them and then slam them against the wall for a good, hard, pounding… and something’s telling me you are going to appreciate being the first lucky twink who’s gonna be screaming when I stuff this mega-dick of mine up your hungry ass.”

Yes. Sweet mother of pie yes, please yes!

“Good twink,” he cooed from behind a massive shit-eating grin. “Because I’m about to make you scream all… night… long!”

Suffice to say, I damned well did. Maximilian was a fucking sex machine, there was no denying it. No sooner had he uttered that declaration did he tackle me like rutting beast he was. I was flung onto the bed, face down, his absolute massiveness slamming through my hole so violently I nearly passed out right there and then.

But mercifully, I did not, and this pleased my muscle god greatly. I knew it did, for his moans of pleasure only grew stronger as he railed me like the slavering slut for muscle that I was. His gargantuan cock, fatter and juicier than anything I had encountered, left my much-abused prostate quivering with need and trembling in delight.

After the first hour, satisfied that I had lasted longer than the overwhelmed jocks surrounding us, Maximilian bestowed unto me my first reward. His strong hand came down, grasped one shoulder, and then twisted me around whilst his monster still throbbed in my ass. I wanted to think my howl of bliss turned him on even more, for his cock actually hardened within my rump, it was… magnificent.

I had little time to bask, for the sight of his roiling, sweating muscles drove me up the wall and then some. It was here that the next of my orgasms broke free, my swollen penis jerking in tandem with my hips as Maximilian ploughed the daylights out of me. Helpless to resist, I could only attempt to wrap my legs around that pillar-like waist, although I confess the oxygen deprivation my brain made that a little more than challenging.

If my god noticed what I attempted, then he cared not for it, there was no risk of his cock accidentally pulling out anyway—so huge, so swollen was his cockhead that it plugged me tight! Whenever he pulled back, that great fat helmet would get stuck around my rim, dragging me a good five or six inches across the mattress before punching right back. And to think his shaft was so stupidly huge that he couldn’t stuff all of it in no matter how hard he tried! Fuck!

I knew not how long I laid there, drowning in ecstasy as Maximilian fucked orgasm after orgasm from my massive, aching balls. The experience was beyond incredible, beyond imagining, my pleasure magnifying tenfold when that great beast of muscle lifted me off the bed with the sheer strength of his penis alone. I knew I was flailing, not from being lifted off the air but from the where a thunderous orgasm rocked me to the core! Whole splashes of cum added to the mural of juice coating Maximilian’s herculean pecs and freak-show abs, all of them mine, oh gods!

I watched, felt, him spreading his huge legs wide and lowering himself to some kind of sumo stance. He was leaning back now, his stomach having hardened into a wall of bricks, his gargantuan biceps bulging with mass as he placed his hands behind his head. I was being fucked again, somehow kept upright, bouncing up and down on a cock much too huge for my ass to take. That bloated shaft, so swollen with need, kept me above the halfway mark, although the impact of which slam was so exhilarating it was all I could do to cum yet again, for what must have been the dozenth time that night!

Over and over, again and again, cumshot after cumshot. Maximilian himself never came, although I was acutely aware that his balls were swelling up, churning with his sperm and growing into bloated masses primed to explode.

It was not until morning that I got to see them in action. By this time, Maximilian had returned to the bed with me still impaled upon his mighty love muscle. My face was pressed between his heaving pecs, pinned down by a pair of veiny biceps larger than my legs were thick. His moans, luscious and lewd, were in stark contrast with my quavering pleads to be broken upon his magnificent member.

Then a loud beeping interrupted us.

Never breaking his rhythm, Maximilian let go of my head and reached beneath the mattress. The alarm had come from his phone.

“Oh shoot,” he had said. “It’s already three in the morning, guess I’ll have to give you my load now.”

Perhaps it was the casualness with which he made that statement that made it all the more astonishing. I noted that he had used the singular ‘load’ too, and to this day I begged to disagree.

Like a natural disaster of epic proportions, Maximilian’s entire body began quaking with pleasure, his back arching up, his crotch thrusting me up into the air, his trembling arms clenching and flexing until a ROAR burst from his throat. Then, the underside of his penis bulging out so massively it all but split my ass in two as a veritable deluge of semen surged to freedom.

I thought I must have died and gone to muscle heaven. Maximilian’s was almost convulsing with delight, grinding his incredible bulk against me even as his climax doubled in strength and then doubled again. He was smashing me hard now, each strike pumping out gallon upon gallons of cum into my ass. I could feel the goop gushing out each time he pulled back, as if being shovelled out by his oversized cockhead. He was spilling his juices all over my ass, his crotch, forming a pool of semen on the mattress.

I think he must have lasted three minutes at least, three fucking minutes of erotic bellows and the biggest cock on the planet punching my prostate like it owed him money. I had slumped against that huge body, blatantly molesting those thunder-pecs with my face. My breathing was hard, my skin dripping with sweat, my ass oozing cum from where that iron-hard cock still throbbed and twitched.

When I realised Maximilian didn’t look the least bit tired, I almost passed out. The beast in question didn’t even wait for my shock to pass, only for my hips to stop jerking.

“Can you still walk?” he asked, so nonchalantly it was almost as if he hadn’t just dumped a bucket of white hot sperm up my butt.

“If I said no, would you carry me with those fuck-huge muscle-arms of yours?”

“Hah! You bet I will!”

No sooner did he pluck his mammoth cockhead from my ass did my sphincter clench up so tightly Maximilian gave me a curious look.

“You might just be the tightest hole I’ve ever fucked,” he commented. “Normally my cum comes splashing out right after, and that’s before this crazy growth you’ve given me!”

Thankfully my face could not get any redder after what he put me through.

“I’m going to go shower,” he stated, simply strutting off before turning to regard me. “Wanna come?”

Club rules forbade us from showering with clients. But he and I together in the communal showers? You fucking bet I was coming.

Needless to say I could not keep my hands off him, at all. Not that he minded, having grown so musclebound as to be woefully unable to scrub his own back—something he couldn’t actually do even before I grew him. I confess I hoped to with all my heart that Maximilian would drop the soap and order me to pick up, his cock was still fuck huge and hungering for ass. But alas, he never did, and we instead spent all that time marvelling at how huge he had gotten. I had to insist this had never happened with any of my previous clients, though I’m not sure if he believed me.

“Hey,” he interrupted, even going so far as to pluck my trembling fingers from his awesome pecs. “I actually have an idea how you’re doing this, but you’re gonna have to promise to keep this to yourself.”

“Y-Yeah sure,” was my dreamy reply. “Anything for you big man, anything!

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said gleefully. “Now I need you to measure me and then we can head out.”

There was no doubt in my mind that I had created the biggest bodybuilder on the fucking planet. Twenty-eight inch biceps, sixty-three inch chest, and quads thicker waist! Fuck! And then there was that herculean phallus pulsing from his loins! He must have noticed me gawking too, evidently having forgotten about the tape I had been running around his forearm.

“Go on,” he offered. “Make me grow.”

Right on cue, my cock immediately assumed a state of rock-hard turgidity, having been conditioned to do so at the merest thought of making that musclebound stud-muffing even more musclebound. Try as I might, I wasn’t going to cum any more right now, my dick ached something fierce and my balls were literally overwhelmed after just now.

So I ran the tape down the length of that giant dick, holding my breath as Maximilian’s filthy, dirty smirk crept to all the way to sides of his face. That superhero-sized schlong was rapidly inflating, stretching out and bulking up as it gorged itself on his power. Nine inches grew to ten, then twelve, more and more cock throbbing against my trembling fingers with every second that passed. Thirteen inches… fourteen inches… f-fifteen… fifteen and a half inches… holy fucking shit!

Believe me when I say that thing was thick as a wine bottle and harder than steel. He had to spend a good ten minutes under a freezing cold shower just so he could squeeze into the change of underwear (now too small) he had brought with him.

Not that he fit into anything else of course, we had left The Glory Hole with me nicely dressed and him in nothing but a pair of completely indecent cotton bikini briefs. I think we disrupted a show too, such a huge crowd couldn’t have just come out of nowhere. Maximilian was literally shouldering his way out with me trailing behind. For the first time ever, it was as though I was completely invisible.

Thankfully we made it to the parking lot without incident, at least not until our first Uber accidentally hit a tree from being unable to take his eyes off Maximilian.

“You know what,” my muscle god had declared, a little after we failed to stop the third Uber driver from jerking himself unconscious. “I’m just going to walk, it’s not too far from here anyway!”

I was picked up like a trophy and flung over one gargantuan shoulder. It was so wide you could have comfortably fit a grown man on each side, damn! Thankfully Maximilian caused no more accidents on his way to a sizeable old bungalow several blocks down.

That was odd, why would we come here? The only people who lived in houses on campus were…

“Mr Hump?” said Maximilian into the intercom. “It’s me, I have something to show you.”

“M-Max?” crackled the archaic device. “What happened to your… wait… no… you don’t mean…”

“Let us in Mr Hump,” Maximilian implored. “Don’t make me wrench your front door off its hinges like the last time.”

“O-Oh, of course, right away right away.”

The double doors clicked and swung open to reveal a bungalow of rich mahogany and furniture that would have been fashionable thirty or so years ago.

“Hang on, this is Mr Humphrey’s house?” I asked. The history department’s sole lecturer, Mr Humphrey—affectionately called Mr Hump by some of his students—had the much enviable position as one of the faculty’s only two muscle daddies, the other being the head of physical education—Coach Duke. They were both in their late forties, extremely well-muscled, and always strutting around in clothes filled to the brim with firm, youthful brawn.

The man himself met with us in what I supposed pass for a sitting room. Maximilian had already made himself comfortable on one of the dated sofas, his legs spread wide so as to give his swollen cock some breathing space.

“Oh my god!” exclaimed Mr Hump, totally oblivious to my presence at the mere sight of the hairy, hulking Maximilian. “What happened to you?”

“I had a growth spurt,” teased the beefy stud. “Reckon I’m at least three hundred pounds now, all of it muscle!”

“This… This is incredible!”

“I know right, but I think there’s something more incredible right over there.”

Mr Hump actually flinched when he set his stone-grey eyes on me. That was understandable, I knew my own people well—here was a man who has spent his entire life utterly obsessed with men of muscle, the bigger the better—that he only just spotted me was testament to that.

“I am damn sure that’s him Mr Hump,” Maximilian continued. “That there, that’s our Beast.”

Mr Hump turned to me, then back to Maximilian, struggling for words. He was rather stiff now, his fingers clenching and relaxing as a myriad of emotions battled for space on his lined face. Eventually he took a deep breath, held it, and then let it go slowly, gently.

“If it wasn’t for you sitting here,” he finally said, gesturing at Maximilian. “I would never have believed you.”

He turned back to me.

“I recognise you from when you sat right up front at last year’s bodybuilding contest, the entire faculty was convinced you were on the verge of passing out, so red your face was.”

Maximilian sniggered. He knew damn well my red face was entirely the fault of his scandalous posing thongs at the time.

“Tell me, what is your name?”

“Branson,” I replied. “Branson von Brandy.”

“Ah, von Brandy, your father was quite the bodybuilder in his time, no?”

“Uncle actually,” I corrected, a twinge of jealousy podding me in the side as I thought about how big and tall my cousins had turned out. “All the good genes went to his side of the family.”

“Interesting,” commented Mr Hump. “Somehow I am not surprised the von Brandys are involved in this… tell me another thing, do you even know how you did this?”

He was gesturing at Maximilian now. The bigger man simply flexed his huge pecs when my eyes floated his way. Fuck he was enjoying himself!

“I uh… I came on his face and then he blew his clothes to bits?”

“Max?” Mr Hump cued. “Is that what happened?”

“Down my throat too,” he added, still grinning like the smug bastard he was. “Hump, I don’t think he remembers anything.”

“I… I don’t think so too,” the older man thought for a moment. “Branson, please wait here, Maximilian and I have something to discuss.”

Mr Hump had to drag a reluctant Maximilian into one of the many nearby rooms. After all that had happened, I really didn’t feel like being left out, so the moment he shut the door behind him, I sneaked over and pressed my ear against the expensive wood.

“…broken out some time in the past thousand years, it’s the only way!”

“I dunno Mr Hump, just look at me, my fucking biceps bulge out to the size of basketballs when I flex!”

“That can only be due to your status as Champion, which makes matters worse, since of all people he should recognise, it’s you!”

“Well, I mean he does recognise me, I always see him gawking and drooling whenever we’re in the same space, why… the last time we were on the same bus I ‘accidentally’ ripped my sleeves and caused him to cream himself, you should have seen it!”

“You… you do that to everybody… but that’s not the point, the point is he should know you, better than you know yourself in fact, along with all the previous versions of you since… the cycle first began.”

“Maybe he’s playing around then? I mean he barely looked shocked even after I started hulking out of my clothes!”

“Wait… What did he look like then?”

“Uh… aroused?”

“That’s hardly convincing, did you manage to surprise him in any way?”

“I sure did, you know how we voted you ‘best orgasm face’ last year? Well, when I was fucking him silly he-”

“Y-You… were fucking him?”

“Well yeah, I didn’t think-”

“Max, for goodness sake! The Beast is… is… you don’t fuck the Beast boy, the Beast fucks you!”

“I’m still here by the way, he didn’t smite me or anything.”

“That… That’s good too, but this only reinforces the idea that his memories, hell maybe even his powers, remain sealed. We should be glad he’s even walking around instead of being imprisoned in a random grain of sand somewhere. I’m just… curious… as to how he could be oblivious to the incredible power he’s carrying along with him.”

“I thought you said only the Cult could reap the benefits of the Beast?

“I did, that’s why you grew and not all the other who-knows-who he must have cum on since working at The Glory Hole, what about it?”

“I… never mind… you see these hulking guns Hump? I think we can make do with just asking him after we break the seal on his powers.”

“You… You’re right, tell the others… tell the others it’s time.”

“You got it boss, now what do I do with the Beast next door?”

“…your duty.”

Somehow, I made it back to the sitting room without tripping over myself. The Beast… that sounded frigging hot! And that hotness was me, me! So that’s how I pumped so much muscle into Maximilian and not all the other people I’ve slept with, this Cult worshipped the Beast… worshipped me as a god!

Mr Hump came back first, his soft features almost reverent as he regarded me.

“I must insist you and Maximilian share the guest bedroom tonight, I can’t possibly let you two be out this late, goodness knows what campus security will think… will there be any objections to that?”

Behind him, Maximilian had brought up one colossal arm to his face and then flexed a bicep so fucking huge it looked to be bigger than my entire head! It didn’t help that he was making also a show running his long, drooling tongue all over that muscle.

“N-No objections!” I declared, drawing a warm smile from Mr Hump.

“Alright that settles it,” he turned to Maximilian, now standing at attention and baring his huge pecs at me. “I’ll be retiring for the night… morning… my goodness you people are out late.”

Mr Hump turned and left without another word, leaving me alone with my… Champion.

“Oh I know that look,” he purred, crossing over in two broad strides and standing so close as to have his chest loom over me. “You heard us talking.”

I gulped, caught!

Maximilian turned to check for Mr Hump and, when he found no sigh of him, leaned down and whispered into my ear.

“Let’s head to the room first,” he purred. “Come, I’ll carry you.”

Before I could object, Maximilian all but swept me into his hugely muscled arms, chuckling as he strode from the sitting room and into one of the many doors in this place. The guest bedroom was a lot larger than I expected, filled with books, wardrobes, an adjoining bathroom, and a queen-sized four-poster bed with what appeared to be furry handcuffs latched to each post.

“Now we can talk privately,” Maximilian said softly.

He set me down beside the bed, and then lowered himself down on one knee, that trademark grin now tempered with reverence and awe.

“To think we would actually find you,” he breathed. “I… I am honoured!

“I… have no idea how to respond to that,” I admitted. “I don’t exactly feel very uh… beastly?”

“That will change!” assured Maximilian. “We, the Cult, will ensure that comes to pass, once we free you… well I don’t want to spoil it too much… but suffice to say you will be single most muscular being in the fucking universe!”

“Oh yeah about that, what kind of-”

“And you’ll have a fucking monster of a cock to match!”

“…what kind of cult is this?”

“The Cult of the Muscle Beast of course,” replied my Champion, all but beaming with pride. “We’ve existed since the day you first made yourself known to us, we are, have been, and will always be your loyal worshippers.”

“It was you who first uplifted us, granting us the powerfully muscles we desired so much. We came to worship you with our very bodies, our very muscles! In your name we dominated the neighbouring clans and forced them to worship you… not that you needed much forcing, most took one look at you and then fell to their knees as their orgasms took hold.”

“Actually come to think of it, my ancestors had it really great. They spent their days bathing in your juices, lathering each other’s growing muscles and then fucking each other so hard their orgies always ended with everyone passing out from the lack of blood in their brains.”

“You—the great Muscle Beast – have always had one chosen Champion to serve as your companion and confidant. We served you for generations, one of mind and body, and in turn you have always sought us out, releasing our souls at the moment of passing and then reclaiming us at the moment of our rebirth.”

“The Cult has always known how to locate the Champion, and preserved that knowledge even after the Fall.”

Maximilian inhaled deeply, as if trying to clear his thoughts.

“The Fall… was the work of a shadowy brotherhood that sought to claim your godlike powers for themselves. They were not content with worshipping you, they wanted to be gods themselves, muscle gods to be precise. You would not let them, for only you deserved the inhuman muscular power that came with your divine being. So you shattered their citadels and smashed their halls of iron, but… even that was not enough.”

“That had all been a ploy you see, to lure you away from your loyal subjects. They knew you were too proud to send an army, and that you would come yourself. There, the trap was sprung, heretical and twisted magic designed to drain you of the divine power surging through your godly muscles.”

“Of course, you were too much for them. A thousand years of worship had left you freakishly overpowered and nigh invincible. So their leaders, in desperation, altered their magic to instead imprison you forever in an ancient relic that has since been lost. They decided, if they could not have your incredible power for themselves, then nobody would!”

“You… You had called to us, scarring their names into our minds. You had commanded us to destroy the heretics, your final decree before they sealed you away for good. The Cult rose up, as did the heretics, and fought a war so great it sundered the empire in two… and that’s why we have New Zealand today.”

“Unfortunately, the relic containing your divine essence had been spirited away at the eleventh hour. The Cult searched for generations, never finding you, never freeing you. Without your guidance, your blessings, the Cult fractured and eventually fell, leaving only a small pocket of us to preserve our glorious history, to continue our search until the day you return to us.”

“And now… here you are.”

I had been acutely aware of a slight tremble plaguing my limbs. So that was why I had spent my dreams hulking out of my clothes, crackling madly as I morphed into a frigging juggernaut of superhuman muscle and size. All my life, muscle growth dominated my fantasies, my interests, I wanted nothing more than to explode out of my clothes, right here and now, muscles the size of small cars surging out of my arms and chest and… everywhere!

“Holy crap!” I exclaimed, almost bouncing with a mixture of joy, frustration, and revelation. “So I’m some kind of super muscle god who can grow anybody I want in the Cult? Oh my god!”

“That’s right,” my Champion said with a smirk. “And just so you know, I am mad horny right now from all that beef you pumped down my throat!”

“And I used to rule over an empire that covered the whole of Australia?”

“New Zealand too, back when it was still attached to the mainland, yeah!”

Wow. Just… wow!

“Is there any reason I should not fuck your brains out right now?” I breathed. “Just thinking how massive I could make you is making me so hard I think my cock might just explode if you touched me.”

“Well… Hump wasn’t happy with how much muscle I packed on overnight, there’s probably already a dozen pictures of the new me floating all over social media too, and we can’t risk the Shadow finding us, we don’t even know if they’re still around but we’re not taking chances if we can help it.”

“And you’re letting that stop you?” I challenged. “What’s stopping you from shackling me with these furry handcuffs and then power bottoming me until you’re bigger than a house?”

“Ooh now you’re speaking my language,” crackled my Champion. “You would love it wouldn’t you? Watching me swell with gargantuan muscles and growing so massive that no shirt will ever contain me again?”

“My body is ready!” I declared, indicating my stupidly solid erection.

“As is mine,” purred Maximilian. “But I’m afraid that’s… not a good idea now, I’d much rather forsake some growth now than forsake our chance to unseal your powers.”

“I… Get me a condom,” I commanded. “Give me your ass now, and we can save the growth for later!”

If I had thought Maximilian’s grin couldn’t get any bigger, boy did he prove me wrong. Coincidentally, Mr Hump had stocked the guest room with far more condoms than we could have used. I was a little embarrassed when my cock found a snug fit in one of the smallest rubbers, but Maximilian quickly assured me I would soon have the hugest fucking cock on the planet. That didn’t stop me from trying to will my cock to massiveness, but alas, my powers remained beyond reach.

Horny bugger that he was, my Champion made the night last so… deliciously long. He had prostrated himself before me, his god, his Beast, trembling as I clambered over his huge muscles and teased his hungry, hairy hole with my dick. I had pushed into him, tantalisingly slowly, his sphincter all but sucking me in in its eagerness to be fucked. And I had fucked him, harder than I had ever fucked a man. He could take it, he and those superhuman muscles of his!

I had my first orgasm within minutes, the incredible warmth that gripped dick having driven me over the edge so quickly it was a wonder I managed to keep going. To and fro, pumping and thrusting, my cock growing so painfully hard I actually hoped it would start growing inside that musclebound ass of my Champion.

Pity it did not, for I had reduced him to a mewling, quivering mass of muscle and sweat. His own cock was monstrously hard, furiously throbbing and spurting out pre-cum like leaking pipe. Despite my status as the Muscle Beast, and probably due to the seal on my powers, I soon found myself lusting for that mammoth love muscle up my ass instead.

Maximilian got the drift quickly enough. No sooner had I crawled beneath him did he seize me like the fucking slut I was. Heavily muscled arms encircled my chest, his monster quads spreading wide so he could line his biggest muscle against my hole, and then punched through so hard as to knock me out right there and then.

I never did wake up properly for the rest of the night. Maximilian was fucking me like a jackhammer on steroids, his monstrous manhood filling me to bursting as he came and came and came some more. Each time he did, the flood of semen around my prostate would trigger one of my own orgasms, each slam pumping out more of my own juices into the condom I still wore. I vaguely remember being crushed into the bed, the carpet, even the wall! My Champion’s muscle-cock was splitting my ass wide open as he filled me with his creamy loads, even in my dreams I could feel him inside, it was glorious!

When I finally came to, it was to a room free of Maximilian and the condom I had been filling through the night. Untangling myself from the bundle of blankets I had been wrapped in, I managed to make it all the way to the edge of the bed before the door burst open. My Champion had returned, freshly showered and smelling slightly of strawberries. He was wearing a bathrobe that, like just about everything these days, was much too small for him. His immense, hairy chest muscles were fully exposed, his perky nipples stiffer than diamonds and just begging for a good sucking.

“Morning sunshine!” he chirped, shuffling over and then throwing his enormous body on to me. “So good to finally see you awake!”

He pressed his lips into mine, all but shutting down my higher cognitive functions. I was even suckling his tongue now, so long, so thick, and so wet with arousal. I would have been satisfied with having that thing fill my cheeks forever, but just as I was about to consign the rest of my life to such pleasure, my Champion released me and pulled out.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he said from behind a cheeky smirk. “But I took the liberty of forcing Mr Hump to imbibe all that spunk you pumped out last night.”

Oh… crap, I must have cummed out a whole bucket of juice.

“H-How big did he get?”

“Heh, come see for yourself, he’s by the pool.”

“He has a pool?!”

When we finally found him, it was all I could do to keep myself from going slack-jawed. Mr Hump was lounging on a doughnut float in the middle of his pool. There were fewer lines on his face, a lot more black shining from his head, and he filled out his trunks so massively I actually wondered why he even bothered with them.

Despite his heavily muscled new body, there was no doubt in my mind that my Champion still outweighed him by a hundred pounds. And that pleased me greatly.

“Ah, Branson,” he called upon noticing me. “I must apologise for not coming to thank you sooner but Maximilian had insisted I not disturb you.”

I watched him roll off his doughnut, plough through the water as if it offered no resistance, and then explode from the pool with one push of his powerful new legs. Water splashed everywhere, but before I could even duck Mr Hump’s huge new body landed squarely before me.

Holy fuck, if he had been a hot daddy before, then he was a smouldering beef-god now! I swear his pecs must have been sticking out a good five inches from his chest!

“I haven’t felt this virile in years!” he laughed, muscles flexing. “Nine inches when erect too! I dare say my penis has never, ever reached such a size! Why our ancient enemies would want to do away with such a blessing… astounding!”

“Mr Hump,” interjected Maximilian. “You’re supposed to tell us the plan.”

“And right you are,” Mr Hump said sagely. “Come Branson, have a seat, we have much to discuss.”

In the end, Mr Hump didn’t tell me anything Maximilian hadn’t already, but I played along nonetheless. It was not until he asked us to return to the Manor—as he referred to his bungalow—that things got interesting. The Cult would gather tonight, he said, and I would be revealed to them in all of my glory. Not even Maximilian knew what that meant, but try as we might, Mr Hump chosen to remain mysterious.

The rest of the day crawled, and I mean crawled, the ticking of time never going any faster even though I took every opportunity I could to molest Maximilian’s colossal muscles with all of my might! When the sun finally set, we left the room two hours early to find out everyone else had arrived two hours earlier than that! They had kicked down the door to the Manor and piled into the secret lair Mr Hump maintained beneath. The man himself had arrived just in time to prevent Maximilian from showing me off, insisting that we did things the proper way.

My Champion was taken from me, and I was ushered into a separate tunnel that would lead to my big reveal in the main ritual hall. When I finally found my way there, it was to a large, mostly circular cavern overflowing with cultists in long, billowing cloaks and hoods that hid their identities perfectly.

Only Maximilian and Mr Hump I recognised, Maximilian because he was easily the tallest, hugest guy there, and Mr Hump because his hood was down. The buff history buff led me to a what I could only describe as an altar to muscle. The altar proper was a massive stone slab as large and tall as a dining table, but looming above it was a horrifically muscular statue chiselled to such fine details I could make out every fibre of brawn that bulged from the stone. I had never seen anything like it, not even the most muscular of men in my dreams could come close. The sculpture must have been what, ten… maybe twelve feet tall and easily four or five feet wide at the shoulders!

Somehow, just looking at it reminded me of Maximilian. He was the only one who came close really, despite being a scrawny weakling by comparison. I really thought they had the same deltoids, same nose, but other than that the stature was… familiar.

And to think… that was a statue of me. I was almost looking at a splitting image of how I had imagined myself, even my face, with that powerfully sculptured jawline, the hard, strong brows, and traps so stupendously massive as to utterly devour my neck.

I was pulled from my marvelling when a pair of cloaked Cultists swept past me. Mr Hump had gestured for them to approach the relic resting upon the altar—a massive hoop of gleaming gold resting on a crimson pillow so ancient it looked to be a thousand years old.

“Pick it up,” he commanded. The Cultists obeyed, revealing astonishingly muscular forearms as they reached for the artefact and then pulled with all of their might. Amazingly, no matter how hard their muscles flexed, the hoop remained in place, not budging by even a millimetre.

“Enough!” called Mr Hump, prompting the Cultists to return to the crowd that surrounded us.

“As you can see,” said Mr Hump, his voice soft due to his proximity to me. “Not even we can lift your relics, no matter how dedicated they are to building up their bodies in your name.”

“Prove to them that you are indeed our god,” he continued. “Go on… pick up your old cock-ring.”

Wait… that was a cock-ring? Holy fuck my cock must have been HUGE!

Despite the chill in the air the relic was warm to the touch. I grabbed at it and pulled, finding absolute resistance, as if I had been trying to pick up a steel girder that had been wedged into a building. I pulled again, slightly harder this time, a chill running down my spine when I realised the cock-ring would not budge from its pillow. Was… Was I not the god of muscle they said I was? But then… how could I have grown Maximilian and Mr Hump?

“Pick it up please!” prodded Mr Hump from behind me.

Oh crap, oh crap oh crap oh crap! What if this wouldn’t come up?

Swallowing, I decided to just go for it, so I tighten my grip and then YANKED at the cock ring with all of my strength! My fingers slipping from the hoop, momentum throwing me back and causing me to lose my balance. Just as I stumbled, moments before my butt stuck the earth, several loud gasps echoed from the crowd behind me.

“MOVE!” bellowed Mr Hump. “MOVE IT MOVE IT!”

It was there did I realise the hoop was now hurtling through the air with the grace of an anvil. Cultists were scattering, nearly tripping over their robes as they ducked out of harm’s way.

BOOM! It smashed into, no… through… the stony cave like a meteorite, leaving behind a massive crater that must have been three feet deep! I… I did it!

…but I had to be sure.

I strode to the hole, purposefully scattering the much larger Cultists who were in my way, and grabbed at my relic. I could feel it now, flowing between my fingers like a wave of energy. When I pulled this time, the ring effortlessly followed, as if it weighed nothing at all.

The Cult broke out in cheers this time, clapping and yelling as I lifted my ancient cock ring above my head. Suddenly they were all upon me, muscled arms popping out of their robes and hefting me above equally muscled shoulders. Mr Hump was trying to yell over the din, something about to being careful since I was still holding a relic that weighed a million tons to mortals like them.

Undeterred, he had ordered Maximilian to rescue me. My musclebound Champion had simply bowled his way through the crowd and then snatched me from the air before someone else could grab me. I didn’t want to leave, his arms were just so warm, so strong, his fingers could just press into me and leave me gushing, I’m serious!

It wasn’t till another hour passed before Mr Hump finally brought the Cult under control. Most of them had pulled down their hoods now, revealing the very youthful features of some of the university’s biggest and brightest. I recognised nearly all of them of course, members of the bodybuilding, wrestling, and football teams, just about every roid rat who frequented the campus gym, and even the head of psychical education—Coach Duke!

“We have done it!” yelled Mr Hump after all had been seated. “After generations we have at last found our god, our Beast!

“But we have not yet won!” he continued. “The ancient seal remains in place! The Beast still inhabits the body of this Branson von Brandy, with no access to his memories of us, and only limited access to his mighty powers!”

“Champion!” he turned to Maximilian. “Step forth and show yourself!”

A loud gasp shot through the crowd as Maximilian did just that, releasing the catch that held his cloak together and letting the garment fall off his amazing body. He was utterly naked, even looking like he had oiled his muscles just for this moment.

“And now, check me out!”

Okay, now they were just showing off. Mr Hump spent even more time basking before the Cult, clearly obsessed with the ample amounts of new muscle I had given him. It wasn’t until Maximilian caught my eye did my Champion all but haul Mr Hump back to his pedestal.

“Ahem,” coughed Mr Hump. “Right anyway, rather than spend the rest of our days risking discovery by the Shadow, we must begin preparations for the Ritual of Regenesis!”

Maximilian and his titanic erection came to sit by me as Mr Hump began prattling on. He had pulled on his cloak again, although he was wearing it much like a cape this time, exposing his physique for my viewing benefit.

“Do you have a shorter version of this Regenesis Ritual?” I whispered, once I was sure the rest of the Cult were too busy taking notes to notice me. “I don’t think my dick’s going to survive very much longer with all this muscle around.”

“Somehow I think that’s the point,” sniggered my Champion. “Get you all boned up and then harvest your cum so we can all grow up big and strong, why I have half a mind of just straddling you now so I can press this super cock of mine into your face!”

“Do that, and I’ll put this ring on you so you can’t go back to the gym, ever.”

“Heh, you must really like me to want to put a ring on me, and a… cock-ring… no less!”

Man, my face was spending a lot of time being so red as of late.

“I can’t wait for you to punish me for my insolence you know,” he purred. “I can see it now—your six foot long cock decimating my ass and rearranging my organs from all the times I flexed my pecs in your face without letting you suck my nipples… man I can hardly wait!”

Maximilian never got to explaining the Ritual to me, having opted to tease me so endlessly instead. I did find out (from listening to Mr Hump), that the Cult was to gather three key ingredients for the Ritual to be successful.

First—Sweat of the Servants. This was simple enough, the Cult was to set up a large gym below the Manor and spend all their free time working out in sweatsuits. Once thoroughly soaked, they would sneak over to the engineering department and drain out the fluids. We were going to need a lot of sweat too, so Hump insisted we begin at the soonest.

Second—Cum of the Champion. This too, was mostly straightforward. Maximilian was to cum at least once a day for one hundred days, each time collecting his cum until he filled an entire canister of it for the Ritual. Given how much spunk that monster pumped out each time he boned up, I didn’t think we would have any trouble here.

And finally—Essence of the Enemy. At first I thought this meant the essence of the Shadow cult who first imprisoned me, which would have made things extra tricky. We didn’t know if the Shadow even existed any more, but then again they were famous for hiding in plain sight until it was too late.

Mr Hump soon clarified that the Enemy simply referred to somebody I didn’t think highly of. That was also tricky, since I couldn’t immediately think of anybody I hated.

But then Maximilian came to my rescue, having recalled the sliminess of the man he had spoken to when booking me back at The Glory Hole. Of course! How could I have forgotten him, not that I remembered his name to begin with, but that stage manager of mine had always did his very best to get on my nerves! It had been him who suggested to ban me from Hardbody Nights in the first place!

So there we were, just sneaking through the backdoor of The Glory Hole, having left the Cult sweating it out in that overheated dungeon gym Mr Hump had put together. I had learned that the rat who served as stage manager went by one name—Richardson. Mr Hump had decreed that we acquire some of his ‘essence’, a word translated from one of my ancient text’s that actually meant something uh… kinkier.

I tried asking him nicely first of course, and obviously that didn’t work. Maximilian, his chest puffed out from being proven right, and then stepped in and taken control of the situation. Not two minutes in, Richardson had been chained to one of the club’s rape racks and stripped of all clothing by a very pumped, very naked Maximilian. He had taken his clothes off to ‘blend in’ with the crowd, or so he claimed.

Somehow I couldn’t tell who was enjoying it more.

“I can always carry one of these racks back with us you know,” Maximilian had proposed, his huge hands massaging my shoulders as I scraped a mishmash of sweat, oil, and sex from the underside of Richardson’s balls. “I can see you drooling all over yourself as you imagine me in one, tied up and gagged and helpless to stop you from shoving whatever you want up my rump.”

“Just think about it,” he had pressed, even as he carried me back to the Manor. “Once you’re all hulked up you can fuck me in the ass until I’m gaping and oozing cum like a waterfall, wouldn’t that be swell?”

Dear god. I had to wait a hundred days for the ritual. One hundred days with this musclebound stud of a man!

Sure enough, Maximilian’s presence was causing me to produce so much cum the Cultists were soon skipping class altogether. The dungeon stank so strongly of men I couldn’t even go near without falling to my knees. They were growing so huge, so big, every last one of them. Maximilian would visit them each morning, armed with a condom full of my cum. He would sip some of it on the way down, his gargantuan muscles growing so much huger his body had actually begun growing taller to accommodate all that extra mass!

And when Ritual day finally arrived, it was as though I was surrounded by Hulks!

Nobody was shorter than seven feet now now, all of them at least three hundred pounds of heaving, roiling muscle. Their cocks had grown into epic foot-longs at the minimum, with many pushing one and a half feet and a couple even closing in on the legendary two foot mark.

Maximilian, as my Champion, had responded the best (also because he hoarded most of my cum for himself). That fucking monster towered over everybody, almost eight fucking feet tall and so heavy with brawn that we couldn’t find a weighing scale that wouldn’t break beneath his expansive feet. Mr Hump had even barred him from showing himself in public, fearing that he would draw too much attention to us.

That suited him just fine. We spent a lot of time testing the limits of his twenty-three and a half inch cock. Believe me when I say he made the hundred days pass really, really quickly.

The Ritual took place in an ‘Iron Hall’ built into one of the many caves beneath the Manor. There were two concentric rings carved into the stone, the outer one was very deep and flooded with the Sweat of the Servants. The inner ring was much shallower, and it was here that Mr Hump poured the Cum of the Champion. Some Essence of the Enemy had been mixed with the remaining Cum and Sweat, creating an oil of sorts that was used to lather the bodies of everyone present.

I, on the other hand, had been instructed to dress up.

“Hulking out of your clothes has always been the quintessential experience of those who follow the Muscle Beast,” Mr Hump had explained. “After being imprisoned for so long, it is only fitting that you experience such explosive muscle growth first hand!”

My time had come at last!

The Cultists, cloaked and hooded but smelling strongly of oil and sex, milled around as they took their places beyond the ring containing the Sweat. I stood in the middle, fully clothed and gripping the massive hoop that once served, and would soon serve, as my divine cock-ring.

Only Maximilian and Mr Hump stood by me. They were cloaked as well, although not hooded.

“Here we are at last,” Mr Hump declared. “The Ritual begins when you are ready.”

“I am ready,” I proclaimed, to whooping cheers. “Tell me what I must do.”

“I’m glad to say there is not much for you to do beyond growing into the Beast that you are,” said Mr Hump, his smile warm and reverent. “Come, hold out the ring to me, I shall anoint it with the sacred oils.”

I did as instructed, arms shaking slightly as Mr Hump smeared unto the ring the same concoction that covered their bodies. No sooner had he lifted his finger away did a powerful energy wave blast from the ring, charging all present with what I could only describe as pure, sexual power.

The Cultists fell upon each other, some of them even foaming at the mouth as their libidos overpowered their minds. Both Mr Hump and Maximilian had flinched at the first sign of my true power. Their huge cocks had shot out from behind the flaps of their cloaks, harder than rocks and riddled with thick, pulsing veins.

My Champion in particular was shaking quite visibly, no doubt battling the urge to pounce me as he had always done. Mr Hump had instructed him to leave me untouched, and it sure looked like he would take any opportunity to disobey.

“Get back to the others,” breathed Mr Hump, drool cascading from his lips. “Hurry now.”

Maximilian didn’t immediately move, the hunger in his eyes clear as the day. It was not until Mr Hump repeated himself did my Champion begrudgingly join with the orgy. The moment they grabbed him, another powerful sex wave emanated from the ring.

“This is it!” Mr Hump yelled over the orgasmic roars of the crowd. “Hold the ring closer to you!”

No sooner did the words leave his mouth did some invisible force take hold of the ring, wrenching it from my grip and causing it to hover just before my crotch. Untamed energy crested across my body, as though I was standing before a powerful vacuum, air converging above my crotch before getting sucked through the loop before it.

My heart fluttered in my chest. I could feel it! Oh yes, oh fuck yes it was finally happening, I could fucking feel it! My muscles were growing harder, stronger! My heart was thumbing so hard I could almost feel it striking my ribcage. Veins, thick and pulsing, rose across my body as I readied myself what would surely be an unstoppable explosion of pure muscle!

My body began throbbing, like a monstrous cock gorging itself with pure testosterone. I could feel myself growing into massiveness, my muscles were getting bigger, heavier, I was inching upward, my muscles expanding in all directions, my clothes tightening madly as the first of my growth spurts hit me like a truck.

“FUUUUUCK!” I bellowed, instinctively spreading my legs and striking a double biceps pose. The sleeves of the dress shirt were the first to go, exploding into tattered threads as fabric gave way to sheer muscle. Bulging biceps burst from my arms, growing bigger and bigger by the second. My skin had tightened like a drum, riddled with veins. This was magnificent, so much power and so much erotic pleasure coursed through me! I flexed my guns, each pump causing them to swell ever bigger, bulging out of my arms and splitting into multiple peaks!

RIIPPP! Beneath me, my quads and calves had grown huge and muscled. All that extra mass tore great rents in the legs of my suit. Simply shifting my legs were causing my thighs to split into their individual muscle groups—each a teardrop-shaped mass that rippled as they battled their neighbours for space! Fuck!

A guttural growl escaped from my throat, but I paid it no mind. My neck was muscling up, thick like telephone poles. I could feel another spurt coming, deep in my core, and when I drew in my next breath an ecstatic roar was all I could manage.

What remained of my clothes constricted every inch of my body. My shoulders were broadening, swelling and growing with solid, heavy muscles. Palming my gut, I realised my once soft and nondescript stomach had given way into a shredded six-pack that rippled with every breath. And it was still growing, still getting harder, but when the power reached my chest at last it was all I could do to squeal with delight.

Two heaving boulders of sinewy, cord-like flesh exploded from my chest and blasted the front of my shirt clean open. My entire torso was hulking out, my back was widening, barely keeping up with the massive lats blowing out on either side of me. My huge body was not assuming the V-shape men across the galaxy would kill for, but the legendary Y-shape from the sheer amounts of muscle bulging out from where I already had plenty.

More power! More, more! My pecs were morphing into heaving boulders of shredded brawn, so pumped and so heavy with meat my nipples were pointing down. And my nipples! Thick as my thumb and pulsing like obscene, sweaty fruits. Simply rubbing my thumbs over the teats triggered an electrical storm in my chest, causing my pecs to flex involuntarily and sending a powerful jolt down to where the most important growth spurt was about to begin.

I gave my minuscule cock a powerful flex, gorging it with power and causing an avalanche of pink flesh to come sloshing between the flaps of my boxers. It was already drooling with my seed, the head slick with pre-cum and throbbing as it absorbed more and more size. It was growing again, oh fuck yes it was growing bigger and fatter by the second! Still-semi hard but pleasurable beyond reason, the ring empowering my erection as it grew through the hoop. There was just so much cock meat gathering at the base, my loins blazing as they pushed out!

I couldn’t help it. My balls were swelling, even churning with cum. I dug my fingers into my stretchy undergarments and ripped them clean off. The sudden exposure to raw power only aroused me even further. My cock rocketed to maximum hardness, riddled with veins and easily eight inches hard. What little fat I had in my ass literally evaporated as hyper-defined glutes surged out from behind me.

I flexed my entire body again, growling as a veritable forest of thick black pubes burst from my loins, engulfing the entirety of my balls and wrapping around the base of my swollen manhood before spreading upward and backward. My chiselled abdominals soon developed a treasure trail of their own, one that reached between the sculptured pectorals that brimmed from my chest. I could feel the dark hairs bristling within the canyon that separated them, before coating my pecs with a rich dusting of thick black fuzz.

Quick to follow were my pits, and then my forearms, my calves, and finally my ass crack. Now that was a fucking ass crack, a fucking jungle of coarse black pubes that surrounded my winking hole and spread across my cheeks like a filthy garden of pure testosterone.

Then, just as I was getting to the good parts, the torrent of energy slowed to a trickle. As my growth spurt came to a close, I noted that I now stood at an incredible six feet five—almost an entire foot from where I started from—and had bulked out to an incredible three hundred and fifty pounds! My arms were easily twenty-one inches around and my thighs thicker than most men’s waists! But most importantly of all, my cock measured a jaw-breaking nine and a half inches, thick as a beer can and boasting a pair of orange-sized nuts. Suffice to say I would have spent the next hour shamelessly groping myself were it not for the fact my cock-ring was still too large for me.

It was still hovering there, as if wondering if I had grown big enough. Of course I had not! So I grabbed at it, another explosion of pure sex blasting my hand away and flooding me with more power than I could contain! It was happening again! I could feel it! Oh yes, oh yes! Chest muscles! Always with my pecs! They were exploding outward, full of power and rippling like waves! I could watch them expanding to the size of tires, even as the rest of my body began following suit. My legs, already thick with mass, swelling out as liquid muscle was pumped into my quads.

I could feel every vein, every fibre, every cell of my body brimming with insane power as energies fuelled me with even more muscle! My swollen manhood swelled even larger, pushing out against my grip and closing in on the foot-long mark. Thanks to my now grapefruit-sized balls I was still shooting, still jerking and bucking, my upper body growing more powerful, more spectacular than I could imagine!

My arms, heavy with muscle, were just packing on more and more mass. They had surpassed twenty-five inches for sure, so much brawn bulging out of them my fucking biceps had biceps! And then my shoulders started their own growth spurt, causing me to grow horrifically broad, almost three feet of muscle on either side of my head! My traps surged upward, devouring my neck and growing so beefy they were scant inches from touching my ears.

Muscular explosions continued to go off, each muscle group in my body consuming god magic and then hulking out without warning. The ring followed me down as I landed on my ass, which burst out like chiselled granite mountains and propped me off the floor. Even as my back broadened in tandem with my lats, I propped myself up with my swelling arms and spread my legs up to give my growing balls more space.

I could hardly guess how big I was getting, my legs and torso continued to lengthen, barely keeping out with all the muscle just bursting out of my body. And my cock, oh my god my fucking cock was so hard, so hot! It had stopped growing longer when it reached two fucking feet, but it was getting so fat, so thick, fuck!

My back struck the ground, so much brawn erupting out from I was squealing and howling in ecstasy before I knew what hit me. This was it, this was the hulk-out I had so dreamed! It was magnificent, spectacular! My entire body was having an orgasm to end all orgasms!

Pecs, biceps, triceps! My quads too, I was growing into a monster! A huge, fucking muscle monster! My cock! Fatter than fuck and spitting out cum like crazy, it was growing so, fucking, LONG!

The first volley nearly blinded me, so much pleasure erupting from my cock my neurons were nearly fried. An entire bucket of semen just exploded from my rock hard dick, rocketing into the air and raining down upon me. I could feel my entire body lengthening, no doubt to accommodate the insane amounts of brawn still growing from every inch of being!

Thick veins begun streaking out from the base of my cock, creeping through the dark forests of man-hair that covered my body. Where they reached, so did the pace of my growth, as if they were pipes pumping my muscles full of power juice. My abdominals grew to an immense eight-pack, each cinder block sized muscle harder than steel and unimaginably stronger. My pecs, already monstrous boulders of roiling muscle, seized up and almost doubled in size when touched by my power. My obscene, sweat-slicked nipples were almost an inch long and thick as my thumb! Fuck!

My penis continued to shoot, my brain taking a back seat as I let myself be consumed by the most primal or urges. I could not fathom how long I laid there, hulked-out and musclebound, crushing my monster dong with my equally monstrous muscle-quads and pumping out a seemingly endless river of sperm. Fuck!

Ten minutes of back-to-back orgasms later, the storm in my loins finally calmed. Slowly, ever slowly, I reared to my full height, every mindbogglingly massive muscle bulging with the slightest of movements. Thick, pulsing veins ran like highways over and around every supersized muscle, converging within the bristling pubic forest growing at the base of my throbbing, monstrous, king-sized cock.

I gave my hulk body a violent test flex, nearly driving myself over the edge again as every sinewy fibre bulged with unprecedented size and power. So much control! I could even flex my biceps without having to bend my arms, the sensations were exhilarating, to say the least. Another thing, my hairy pecs had grown so muscular I couldn’t look past them to see my crotch any more. While I could see my gigantic, swollen cock and the oversized mushroom head that capped it, I couldn’t make out the coconut-sized balls that hung heavily from my loins.

Not that it bothered me, their immense weight was unbelievably erotic. I could even flex them independently, pulling them up and holding them against my groin thanks to the incredible muscles that now bulged from and above them. And then there was the matter of my face. Caressing my cheeks with sausage-thick fingers, I realised that my once sharp, nondescript chin had taken on a hard, rugged, and very square countenance. There was no doubt in my mind that I looked like a man now, a huge, hairy, hulk of a man!

Fuck. I wanted, NEEDED, more!

At first I thought I was cumming again, my inner penile muscles were flexing so powerfully. Every single vein on my cock had surged up, throbbing madly as my cock gorged itself on pure muscle juice. It was growing again, just bulging with thick cords of sinew and brawn and until I felt the ring closing in on the base. Panting like an animal, I palmed at my crotch, and realised that my cock-ring now fit me perfectly. It had sucked in my gargantuan balls too, as a proper cock-ring should.

And it was now filling me with unimaginable size and driving me through another immensely erotic growth spurt. My hairy cock continued growing out, as did my muscles, and my body as a whole. I was absorbing so much mass I was acutely aware of every scrap of energy boiling within my very cells. As I muscled up, this awareness only grew, until I realised that the power formed as part of me as the very muscles they sought to grow.

And as I flexed my muscles, so did I ‘flex’ the energies surging through me.

The first thing I did was pull the power collecting within my heaving testes, drawing them up through my core and into my arms. I had always wanted disproportionately muscular arms—arms huger than my own legs—so I began directing all the power into my biceps, causing them to bloat with power, immense boulders of pure muscle exploding out even as my triceps began hulking out of their own accord.

Whatever scraps remained were diverted to my forearms, which expanded until they were thicker than my calves! By then, my upper arms had morphed into colossal monstrosities, each one a scant inch smaller than my quads were huge. I wasn’t going to be reaching behind me with arms so stupidly massive, so grossly over-muscled, but holy fuck the power was overwhelming!

I bathed in my euphoria, directing my own growth as I saw fit, my booming laugher echoing through the base as my body expanded in every conceivable direction, never stopping, never wanting to stop until I towered over the Cult. Ten fucking feet tall, ten fucking tons of unstoppable muscle and cock!

At last.

I did not know when the Cult’s maddening orgy stop, only that it did. They were all on their knees, drenched in cum and gaping at the sight of me standing before them. As they should, I was their god! I was their fucking muscle god! I could do anything, anything! At long last my body bulged with the monstrous muscles of the wildest of my dreams!

So I turned my attention to Mr Hump, the leader of my Cult and the only one who managed to refrain from joining in with the orgy. That did not mean I could not smell the sex on him, so much cum laid in a streak before him now, no doubt from the countless times he blew his load watching my ascension.

“I-Incredible,” was all he could say. “To think that all this time, this…”

He swallowed, reaching into the folds of his robes.

“…this could have been ours.”

And there we go, the inevitable betrayal. Did you not think I would not have seen this coming? Did you not think I, your Beast, would not think to question the loyalty of your worship?

I lunged at him, my muscles flexing so powerfully as to create shockwaves, tearing into his cloak and pulling it away to reveal a stone slab covered in strange, glowing runes. But something was wrong now, my gigantic fingers could not crush the heretical writings, as if some unstoppable force protected the slab and the traitor who carried in.

He was pushing me back, back into the ring, the slab held high as invisible chains formed around my wrists and ankles and pulled me back. I could see more of the writings now, they all had them, sequestered beneath their cloaks only to reveal them at the last possible moment.

“Begin the Ritual proper!” yelled Mr Hump to the Cult. “Quickly!”

A terrible droning noise drummed into my ears, distorting my vision and forcing me onto all fours. The cock-ring I wore glimmered with the same purple runes found on all the slabs, sapping my strength and draining my muscles for all they were worth. My monstrous biceps were deflating, and rapidly, as were my pecs, my quads, everything! With every second that passed the speed of the theft only accelerated, it would not be long before I would be too weak to fight back the Cult I had empowered so much.

“You cannot fight this!” declared Mr Hump. “Just as you cannot stop the coming of dawn! Our ancestors may have failed to drain you of your power, but we… we will succeed where they could not! We will bring about a new world order! No gods, no kings! Only man!”

It struggled to even breathe now, so much size having been drained from me that even Maximilian, my ‘Champion’ outmuscled his god. By the time I exhaled I had been reduced to a mere bodybuilder, barely six feet five and only a few hundred pounds heavy.

Not that it made me any less powerful.

“You think your pathetic magic can contain me?“ I crackled, balling my fists and pushing my shoulders out. “I am your Beast, Mr Hump.”


BOOM! Every cell in my body rumbled with pure power as I flexed every fibre of my being, the resulting shockwave so powerful as to wrench these wretches off their feet. Every last Cultist, Mr Hump and Maximilian included, went crashing into the cavern’s walls as if launched from a cannon. Had they not been built like fucking brick houses, the impact would have broken them. I doubted any of them were injured in anyway, only winded.

Good, there were far more deserving punishments for them. But first, my muscles.

“Impossible!” cried Hump from behind a pile of Cultists. I ignored him as I purged the runes they had carved into my divine cock-ring, unleashing my stolen power and bellowing in ecstasy as my body once again exploded with inhuman masses of unbridled muscle and power. I was growing again, taller and wider and stronger, so much pleasure shooting through my body until I at last I towered over these miscreants like the god I was.

Hump was quite some distance away, so instead I turned my attention to the Cultist closest to me. The muscle boy actually convulsed, a vulgar moan slipping from his lips as he fell back in the throes of an orgasm. Every blast, every buck of his hips drained his muscles as he did mine, his juices spiralling into the air and coiling around my fingers at the merest of thoughts.

I clenched my fist, squeezing more and more seed from balls that belonged to me. He came harder in kind, gallons and gallons of muscle juice spraying from his cock and joining with the ‘glove’ of semen I now wore. The Cult had frozen in terror, unable to take their eyes off the scrawny nerd still twitching on the floor. This was the fate that awaited them, pity they would not escape me tonight.

Not saying they did not try in the end. With but a thought, I sealed the exits with great walls of stone too heavy even for them to lift. One by one, drop by drop, I overpowered my ancient enemies and sucked the muscle from their cocks. Whenever my cum glove grew too large, I simply wiped the liquid size across my chest, my arms, even my balls, causing those monstrous muscles to grow even further, reaching gigantic proportions in a glorious display of my power.

Mr Hump was second to last.

“N-No!” he squealed, even as one gigantic paw encircled his waist and wrenched him off the floor like a doll. “This is impossible! You should not be possible! The Ritual… The Ritual is perfect, infallible! This. Is. Not. POSSIBLE!”

“I defy your possibilities,” I corrected him, my voice deeper than the mountains themselves. “I am your GOD boy, now you will pay for your insolence.”

Of all the Cultists, I felt Mr Hump yowled the hardest as I drained every last drop of muscle from him, only letting go when I had reduced him to the skinny frames typically found on the college’s faculty. He was still mumbling to himself, unable to come to terms with his defeat. But I disregard his prattling, there was one last matter to deal with.

Maximilian, my ‘Champion’, was where I had left him, propped up against the wall with nothing but a cheeky smirk on his face. What a shame, after all that had happened… I still really, really liked him.

Against my better judgement, I turned my attention to one of the blockaded exits and willed the wall away.

“You…” I proclaimed. “You may go.”

But Maximilian simply smirked even more.

“I’m afraid I won’t be going anywhere,” he said softly. “My place is here.”

Something insignificant, like a gnat, threw itself against one of my super-massive calves.

“FLY YOU FOOL!” hollered Mr Hump, his entire body shaking with emotion. “I’LL HOLD HIM OFF, WARN THE OTHERS, WARN THEM!”

One flex, just one, the force of my muscles contracting so powerful as to send Hump hurtling a good seven or eight feet away.

When Maximilian still did not move, I reached down and picked him off the floor by his wrist. I was so unbelievably strong now that my former Champion felt about as heavy as a muffin. Holding him in the air before me, that musclebound bodybuilder still managed to look so devilishly mischievous.

“Do you really not want to flee?” I growled, gesturing to the door with my chin. “Maybe I really should put you in a rape-rack, that would be something wouldn’t it?”

Maximilian was so fucking smug god damned it.

“You would love that wouldn’t you?” he purred, even going so far as to flex his free arm. “Bet you’ll love it even more if got to press your face into these muscles until the end of time!”

Strangely, even though Maximilian was a fucking twig compared to me, I still wanted that. Somehow, I think he knew it.

“No!” interrupted Mr Hump from behind us. “This is cannot be! It just cannot be!”

“You know,” I continued, staring into Maximilian’s brilliant blues. “I almost feel sorry for you, that your Ritual could not contain the Beast.”

“Oh about that,” he replied, eyes blazing. “The Ritual always contains the Beast, there’s just… one catch.”

Maximilian’s smirk grew dangerously wide.

“It has to be used… on… the Beast.

The stunned silence almost deafened me.

Oh no.

“Oh yes,” chirped Maximilian.

He was getting heavier now, extremely so in fact. I could not keep him dangling before me, not even with both my arms. My strength was not going anywhere, it was in fact jacking up as I put all my muscle into my futile attempt to keep him off cave floor. Try as I might, Maximilian soon planted his feet firmly onto ground and, with an almost nonchalant flick of his wrist, broke the hold I had on him.

“That’s better,” he said dryly. “Now, kneel.

Craters were smashed into the rock as my knees hit the deck, my gigantic arms falling carelessly to my sides.

“I’ll be taking that now,” announced Maximilian. I could only watch, stupefied, as he shoved my fucking totem pole of an erection to a side and grabbed the ring wedged around the base. He pulled at it effortlessly, my colossal balls even squeezing through the hoop despite being much too big for the gap, and when the ring reached my swollen cockhead I was immediately overcome by the single most powerful orgasm of my life.

Or rather, what felt like the most powerful orgasm of my life. No matter how hard my cock jerked, no matter how hard my hips bucked, no cum came out. All over my body my gargantuan muscles were deflating like popped balloons, collapsing into themselves and surrendering their inhuman power to the cock-ring in Maximilian’s hand.

Not five seconds later, I was on the ground, having flopped over as the last of my herculean muscles were torn from me like nothing. Maximilian had returned me to the slim, if leanly muscled body I had had when we first met, there was nothing remarkable about me now, my larger-than-average testicles notwithstanding.

After having tasted what god-muscles felt like this… this was nothing to me.

CRACK! Maximilian just broke the cock-ring clean in two! He was drawing out what appeared to be shimmering white cum from the core, forming it into a sphere he held in one hand.

There was a sudden blur of movement from the corner of my eye. Mr Hump had gotten up again, and was throwing himself at Maximilian! Without skipping a beat, the bigger man tossed the now empty cock-ring at Mr Hump, which immediately bound his legs together and caused him to fall flat on his face.

“Like I would need a cock-ring to make my dick bigger,” scowled Maximilian, rolling his eyes. “Much less fit something that tiny around my monster dong, of all the things you could have chosen!”

Satisfied that Mr Hump wasn’t about to go anywhere, he brought the orb of muscle cum down and pressed it into his cockhead. It was almost as if he was feeding it, that gaping cock hole was pulsing now, gulping down the muscle juice and depositing it within his hefty nut sac.

“There we go,” chimed Maximilian, as his penis swallowed up the last of the juice. “Now… the best part.”

A bellow, deeper and louder than anything I could have made, heralded the growth spurt to end all spurts.

The muscular explosion of his body triggered a shockwave that blew me off my feet and all the way to the wall. His arms, in an instant, morphed into supersized world destroyers that sported biceps the size of small cars. As his body swelled beyond all comprehension, shoulders wider than I was tall erupted with inhuman power, muscular mountains fusing into monster traps that barely contained the growing pillar passing for his neck.

Maximilian’s lats were next, smashing out from either side of him and knocking his arms apart. A pair of heaving, violently-flexing monstrosities had burst from where his pecs once were, growing so huge and so powerful, fuck! Below him, his freak-show abdominal muscles had grown to the size of anvils, and they were still getting bigger! Each fucking boulder must have weighed more than my entire body!

And then his quads, already thick and sculpted, hulked out beyond reason. Sheer mountains of unbridled muscle smashed against each other and pushed his stance even further apart. Maximilian was shooting up now, stretching wider and packing on more and more size. His body was growing even huger, even more heavy with muscle! His cock, his glorious hulk of a cock was morphing into the single most muscular organ in the fucking universe! So much size, so much iron-like muscle! Fuck!

As his body inexplicitly doubled in size, the Beast raised his herculean arms as much as he could and brought them down for the most muscular flex of my life. The shockwave from all his muscles clenching at once shattered the walls of the Iron Hall, vaporising stone and shattering the Cult’s final defences. All at once the Cultists came for their lives, shimmering wads of cum blasting from their cocks and draining their muscles of even more size.

And then Maximilian was exploding. Unrestrainable. Uncontainable.


With every second, a thousand upon thousand pounds of rock hard muscle erupted from his being. The Beast had unleashed an unceasing torrent of flesh and brawn and sinew from his body. He was morphing, changing, hulking out beyond mortal comprehension!

In less than a minute he was huger than everything, his immense limbs tearing through rock and concrete and steel as they packed on ridiculous amounts of muscle and power. His entire body was reaching epic proportions, his very legs plunging through the earth’s crust and triggering violent earthquakes across the university’s entire campus. His monster pecs had blown up to the size of blimps, gigantic and monstrous, as befitting the muscle god he was growing into.

Still exploding like a fleshy volcano on steroids, Maximilian’s gargantuan torso smashed through the Manor above us, every muscle cell in his being growing much too huge and much too monstrous to describe!

Before long, the sheer immensity of his muscles had saw the lower half of his face consumed by oversized traps. Not five seconds after, Maximilian smashed his way through the planetary crust, exposing the moonlight and causing the earth to crack and quake. His behemothic traps surged through the surface, quickly followed by his planetoid pectorals and the juggernaut shoulders heaving on either side of him.

He was spreading his legs now, slowly and monumentally, the sheer massiveness of his great form crushing buildings and leaving great rents in the earth. Between his titanic thighs dangled a perfectly flaccid penis reaching all the way down to the ruins of the Hall. The smell was rapturous, intoxicating beyond reason, so much so that despite the best of my efforts my body simply refused to move.

I could see it even now, an almost literal roadmap of veins shaking across the tremendous shaft, and when my god finally came it was as though a nuclear explosion of semen had taken place.

Somehow, I had managed to find one of Mr Hump’s expensive wood doors. It had fallen from the Manor above, and I had grabbed a hold to ride out the tsunami of semen gushing to the surface. I vaguely wondered if drinking this cum would turn me into a muscle-hulk, but given that I was barely clinging onto consciousness, that was not a theory I could put to the test.

Hours, perhaps days, must have passed as I flittered between sleep and the waking world. I was still on the door, my body half submerged but growing no bigger, my brain growing just cognizant enough to pick up smatterings of nearby events.

Maximilian, like the great Beast he was, had savaged the surrounding lands and attracted the attention of the government. An unstoppable juggernaut of unadulterated power, he was swatting jets out of the air and taking nukes to the chest like they were made of nothing. To make matters worse, it was clear even to my addled brain that the nukes were making him bigger, as if he was absorbing their power and converting it all into pure muscle mass!

Some more time passed, and I flickered back to consciousness to see him smashing through a fleet comprising many of the world’s greatest navies. He had flooded the world, he must have, and grown so huge in the process he was submerged only to his crotch in cum! What battleships still floated were throwing everything they had at him, but they might as well have been toys in a bathtub. To make matters worse, he had somehow summoned forth monstrous penis tentacles from the sea of cum. Like the very krakens of legend, they flooded ships with cum and devoured seamen by the hundreds.

I slipped away, and when I returned it was to a raging ocean raining cum and my muscle god in the throes of a substantial growth spurt. The cum that flooded the world reached only to his knees! He couldn’t have been more than a hundred miles away either, and yet I could still make out every mammoth fibre exploding out with gigantic new size.

Savage were the seas and limited was my strength, when I passed out again it was all I could do to consign myself to fate, my fingers releasing the raft I had been clinging to and allowing my muscle god to claim me at last.

As was customary, I greeted this morning as I did all others—with a yawn and a stretch and an intent to roll right over so I could continue my adventures through dreamland. Try as I might though, this morning’s sun seemed hell bent on squeezing its way through my eyelids, so I went and grabbed Maximilian’s muscly arm, pulling it over my face such that I could use one heavy bicep as an eye mask.

For a time, all was right with the world. Now maybe if I snuggled a little harder to that deliciously big man I’d be able to get right back to where I was watching him-

“AAAAHHHHHH!” I screamed, all but propelling myself off the mattress and smacking painfully onto the floorboards.

Maximilian… Maximilian was there, next to me, in my bed, naked and musclebound and pitching a fucking circus tent with my blanket! He was already awake, no doubt having been startled up by my squealing, his volcanic blue eyes smouldering behind half-closed eyelids.

“Morning sexy,” he murmured from over the edge, that cheeky smirk brimming with pearly white teeth. “Had a good night now did we?”

I was still spluttering by the time that gorgeous hunk hauled me up, entrapped me a pair of hulking arms, and then rolled over to one side so he could lock my slender legs with his fucking juggernauts.

“B-But,” I managed, my face red from getting squashed into those giant pecs. “How?

“Easy,” mumbled Maximilian. “Crush the resistance, flood the world with cum, and then erect your pleasure palace somewhere warm so your minions can make do with loincloths and sandals.”

That smug bastard was getting really smug up there, I could almost feel his smirk splitting his face into two clean halves.

“Then… why me?

Maximilian chuckled—a deep, reverberating sound.

“Because you’re my Champion of course!” he beamed. “As you have been since the very beginning of the cycle, when you first rescued me from a rockfall that would have otherwise prevented the awakening of my powers.”

“Would you believe me if I told you I was the scrawny weakling back then?” teased Maximilian. “I still remember the day I watched you towering over me, clad in nothing but an animal-skin loincloth wrap, bulging muscles glistening with sweat! Your balls were utterly massive even then, and every incarnation of you thereafter had been more than capable of drenching a room when you got really horny.”

My Beast squeezed me so tightly I actually forgot to breathe for a few moments.

“I’ve missed you so much Branson. All those years without the warmth of your touch, the caress of your voice! You remember that statue you saw back beneath the Manor, the one you swore resembled you in every way?”

“Well, that was you, one hundred and sixty-seven cycles ago. I had carved it with my bare hands when the loneliness grew too much to bear, and then brought it with me when I finally broke out a couple of years back. Did you know they had imprisoned me in this gigantic golden dildo? The whole thing was enchanted to prevent me from using any magic unless it was to grant the wishes of whoever managed to take me up their butts!”

He squeezed me even tighter for several more minutes, nearly making me cum from the sheer strength in his arms and chest alone. When he finally did let go, it was all I could do to flop over onto my back, my throbbing cock pulsing so angrily I was so sure it was ready to burst.

“What happens now?” I panted. “And why am I not feeling completely overwhelmed by everything that’s happened?”

“Heh,” chuckled Maximilian. “It’s because you already know me and the shenanigans I get up to. Ever wondered why you functioned so normally when there were Uber drivers driving into things at the mere sight of me?

“And remember how you strolled into my suite back at The Glory Hole and then barely batted at eye at the dozen or so muscle-boys I had used for my warm up? Their gaping butt-holes were literally overflowing with cum, and then you waddled right over them as if that was a common club occurrence!”

“Not to mention how you’re not the least but offended by the fact I both used and deceived you to destroy the Shadow Cult, just so I could avoid even risking another ten thousand years of imprisonment.”

Somehow, not even the revelations astounded me. It was almost as if…

“…you’ve been through all this before.” Maximilian finished, a big fat grin splitting his face in two.

Maximilian was reaching for my temples now, his powerful fingers almost sparkling with magic. I immediately knew what he was about to do, so I reached up and grabbed him by the wrists, not because I knew I had the strength to stop him (I didn’t), but because I knew what would happen if they had reached me.

“Oh?” Maximilian purred, the thunderous build up of raw excitement barely contained. “This is new.”

“I don’t want them,” I stated, referring to my old memories, the ones he had always put back into my head at the beginning of each cycle. “Not now, at least.”

“Do tell me why before I lose control and jump you,” breathed my Beast. I could almost feel it now, the prospect of something new after all these years was driving him truly wild.

“I want to get to know you again,” I said simply, granting Maximilian a big-ass grin of my own and nearly causing him to blow his load in my blankets.

“C’mon,” I continued, clambering over him so I could get off the bed and then grabbing his massive hands. “I think a morning breakfast date is in order here.”

That monster was slavering now, his fearsome gaze betraying a hunger, a need, to please me while he still controlled his incredible power.

“What after?” he growled, drool dripping from his chin as I pulled him toward the door. “Tell me… please, I can only get so erect.”

I grinned him another grin, doing my very best to imitate the lewd smirks he was so known for.

“Then you’re going to show me, first hand, just why they call you… the Beast.”


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