Grown to be used

by Hairymusclemorphs

Crushing on a dream man on the subway can take a jarring turn when the muscle beast notices your dark desire.

8 parts 10k words Added May 2025 18k views 4.8 stars (37 votes)

Cock Growth

Hair Growth/Getting Hairy

Dom/Sub

M/M

Hairymusclemorphs

Part 1 Crushing on a dream man on the subway can take a jarring turn when the muscle beast notices your dark desire. (added: 3 May 2025) Part 2 Part 3 One challenge of Luke’s new size: persuading the people in his life he is who he says he is, starting with his loyal assistant. (added: 10 May 2025) Part 4 Part 5 Luke and Liam’s session takes an unexpectedly emotional turn. (added: 17 May 2025) Part 6 Part 7 Turns out, when it comes to what’s happening to Luke, edging only makes things worse. Or better. (added: 24 May 2025) Part 8

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Part 1

He was pumped, bulging with mass, and probably knew I was checking him out daily. It always was the same pattern. He was already there each night when I went home and hopped on the crowded subway. It was as if he made sure that the seat to his right, next to the wall, was always accessible.

There was no way to avoid body contact with a guy that buff and wide. Or perhaps his musk made people avoid the free seat in the middle of the crowded tram. Yet I couldn’t care less... At first, I just chose this seat out of sheer need to rest. Yet, it slowly became a habit after we bumped into each other daily after work.

He didn’t seem to mind... And... it had its benefits to take the spot. After all, he was huge. At least 6’4 in height.

To be honest, he was my wet dream of a man. He’s pumped to the rims, always sweaty from his workouts in the gym... And his arms and pecs were big enough to stretch his shirt’s fabric to its limits.—And he was packing.

I could tell there was no way to hide its mass, even through his thick jeans. The fat weapon he carried between his legs made it hard to resist peeking into his legs all the time.

I still remember how he tried to give me some room in the first days after we met. It took a while until he got comfortable or didn’t care anymore. I couldn’t blame him. If I were anything close to his size, I’d just use the other passengers as personal headrests.

It was one of those overworked nights when I reached my usual spot. I felt his pumped glutes fighting with his jeans again, grinding against my legs. His vast arms rubbed against my side. And yet I couldn’t care less...

I just wanted to take a nap, leaning against the wall. I imagined how it’d be to be pumped. Jacked like that stud. I flexed my substantial growing arms inside my dream, taking a good whiff of my own sweaty pits. My cock was throbbing, grinding against my clothes.

It felt warm... So good... It was when I was woken up by the vibrations of the train wagon. I was throbbing, yet my bag from work covered my boner quite well. My head was comfortable. Leaning against something soft... Massive...

I slowly took another long, deep breath... I realized the weight that was pinned down on my shoulders was his arm.

I slightly shifted in his grip, but he didn’t seem bothered... He just pulled me even closer. Grinding my face up against his sweaty pits. It was crowded tonight in the cart, and no one really cared. People stood right in front of us, blocking anyone’s view of me. And I couldn’t help myself when my tongue slid over his hairy, sweaty armpit. Tasting the sweat on his skin. It was intoxicating. It made me almost blow my tiny load inside my briefs when he squeezed me a little rougher in reaction.

He slowly leaned in. His deep voice hummed in my ears: “You should wait till we make it to my place. After all, you already missed your station.”

I couldn’t look up. He didn’t let me... And somehow, I didn’t want to. I just leaned against his side. Ignoring the world around me while I tried to calm down my throbbing cock.

The wagon slowly emptied up. It felt like hours on this ride. The heat of his body kept me comfortable; I could even hear his heartbeat. Each long, deep breath he took.

He was way too cute, too innocent, and he had his arm wrapped around me. How he even carried my bag once we reached his stop. And how he slowly led me out of the station down the dark alleys and streets.

He didn’t say anything. And yet, I couldn’t resist following him. That mass. That powerful frame. I could see his shaft swaying with each step, constantly fighting with his muscled quads, crying out for room. I could hear the seams of his jeans rippling with each step. See his lower abs occasionally, his prominent happy trail which ran over his belly button before it disappeared inside his jeans.

His pumped arm rested on my shoulder the whole time, keeping me close to his side. My backpack looked puny on his broad shoulder when he finally reached his small apartment.

It was small: one room, a small kitchen in the hallway, a bath, and the main room, which consisted of weights in different sizes and his bed.

There was this stench in the air. It smelled like a mix of cum and sweat. “Guess you’re my new cum dump from now on, huh?” His voice was even lower than on the train. As if he held back earlier.

When I turned around, he was already naked. Filling out the doorframe. His body was cropped right out of a porn movie. His pecs pumped to the rims. Sweat glistening on his skin. He grabbed me by my hair, pushing me down on my knees, slapping his monstrous, soft shaft up against my cheek... “Fuck, boy... Listen to your new master... You’ll follow my rules... Got me?”

The impact of his cock made me almost blackout in the middle of his flat. It was at least 6 inches soft, already closer to a fucking beercan. He pushed his foot up against my crotch, squeezing and grinding it against my stiff shaft until I let out a long, uncontrolled moan... “From now on, you only have two jobs next to your work.” He pinned me roughly against his shaft and his sweaty nuts. “Grow.... And getting fucked, got me?” I could feel his cock thicken, slowly outgrowing my face. Almost pushing me off him, if his iron grip hadn’t kept me in position.

“I’ll grow you into my personal cum dump.” Pre was running down his shaft; I could feel it dripping onto my hair. Veins crawling over his cock while he forced me to lick over his huge nuts... “You want Daddy to take care of you, right?” His foot almost crushed my bulge inside my jeans before he grabbed his cock and rammed it down my throat. My eyes were wide open when I looked up at his abs... His chest... His face is hidden behind his wall of domination. The musk close to his cock’s base made me blast my pathetic load a second time that night.

“Rules are simple, boy... On the nights you serve me... During the days, you work your usual 9 to 5 jobs to get me money, got me?” He grabbed my head more roughly. Started to face fuck me while I just let out another long moan before my cock tried blasting another load inside my jeans underneath his foot without much success.

He wasn’t done yet... He kept thrusting, fucking me. He was using me like his personal fucktoy until his balls started swelling even bigger... The musk got even more substantial in the air. Before I could hear his animalistic moan. The feeling of his warm jizz which filled me up to the rims. Before he slowly pulled out and showered me in his seed... He looked even more colossal when I knelt in front of him. Covered in his seed.

The last thing I recall that night was a burning sensation inside my muscle fibers, my cock unable to rest. And his massive frame spooning me inside his bed after he forced me to lick him clean in his way too small shower stall. . .

Part 2

Barely any light gleamed through the closed shutters when I woke up the following day. Something was off. I could tell by the unusual feeling between my legs. The lust and pleasure spread from my throbbing morning wood throughout my whole body, which almost sent me over the edge without even touching myself.

I couldn’t focus. Couldn’t think clearly when something… Someone shifted behind me.

I could feel his pumped arms as he pulled me back against his frame. How his rough hand slowly wrapped around my throbbing anaconda. I could’ve sworn that I never packed 9 inches of cock… And he probably knew it as well. That there was something off... “You’ll be late for your job. “His deep voice sent shivers down my spine. He squeezed my cock rougher until my load shot up over my abs and pecs… Fuck’s sake… Since when was I built that way?

I took a few more deep breaths… “Fuck…. It’s 9 a.m. already…?”

I didn’t want to leave. His vast, masculine frame engulfed me inside his arms. His warm embrace… Almost lovingly… Before he ran his hand once more over my pecs, giving them a last soft squeeze before recoiling his arm.

I slowly sat up, staring at the remains of my clothes. “No way I’ll fit in these.” I slowly forced my vast, throbbing shaft inside my old pair of briefs, almost jizzing myself at the view of my fat cock and how it tried to free itself of its prison. Fuck’s sake. I never had visible abs… Just the sight of them... What did that freak pump into me? …What was his plan… calming myself down didn’t work well as my gaze focused back down at my pornstar-sized cock, which already had soaked the fabric with more pre than I usually blew in a load.

He watched me for a while… Clearly amused at the sight. How my socks only fit halfway on my foot. How my expensive dress shirt almost tore apart… How I couldn’t get the upper buttons closed around my chest…

My master slowly got up as well… up… and Up… Until I faced his hairy chest once more. As if he wanted to display his power… His size. He was bigger. Hairier… And at the same time manlier. His throbbing cock ruined my shirt… Constantly oozing out pre.

“Guess you’re ready for your new outfit, huh?” He squeezed my right nipple through my dress shirt before tearing my shirt apart, sliding his finger over my abs. He went to his wardrobe and pulled out a dress shirt, a pair of jeans, and a belt.

He watched the whole time while I got dressed. “Now leave already…. You’re useless to me if they fire you.” He pushed me out the door, leaving me in the street. I still couldn’t cope with it all. I was bigger… taller… and…. There was this new sensation. My fucking semi was grinding against the fabric of my jeans with each step I took. He had forced me to go commando, and I knew why… As if he wanted to show me how it felt to be huge…. My cock fought with my hairy muscled legs and, simultaneously, with the tight fabric of the jeans. Each step made the sensation better. Each step caused my shaft to ooze out even more pre down my legs… bigger… thicker…

“Fuck…” Even my voice had a new touch to it… It never was that deep… That manly…

I slowly understood how that dude felt… How good it felt… But fuck’s sake… I couldn’t grasp why he didn’t fuck me right from the start. Why did he wait all those weeks until he took me home…?

After another long break in one of the side streets, trying to calm my cock back down, I finally made it to the train station. Even waiting there felt off. I caught a few people gaping at me. As if they checked me out… My size… Couldn’t blame them. After all, I had no time to see myself until the train finally arrived, and I could catch a brief glimpse of my reflection in the door’s glass. I quickly glanced away… I was huge… I was built like him all these past weeks… I could feel my cock chubbing up again. Hardening in my jeans, I squeezed onto the packed train, leaning against one of the closed doors to avoid too much interaction. A few girls and guys were gazing at me…. I even felt a fucking stud getting a boner as he got pushed up against my massive frame by the crowd in the packed wagon.

Honestly, it was the best feeling I ever witnessed... A sense of power. Of lust and pleasure.

I couldn’t calm myself all the way down. My cock remained semi the rest of that ride, constantly grinding up against the metal zipper of my jeans. My rough hand grabbed the metal handrail on the wagon’s ceiling, my eyes watching the scenery fly past us while I tried to control myself.

I even gave the poor little stud a hand by blocking him from the crowd’s pressure and pushing myself between him and the crowd. He was athletic, big enough to make me admire his gains, which worsened my boner. I even felt his small hands running over my abs during the ride… As if he checked out my gains. Couldn’t blame him after all.

It took me a few stations until I realized I missed something that morning... My own musk filled the air. Stronger than usual. It was so intense I knew the people around me would notice it sooner or later.

I even had to intervene once his hands started running further down. Trying to grab my soft shaft through my jeans… “Hey, boy,” I gulped when I looked down at him as if I were ready to give him a lecture. “Not the right time… or place for that…” Fuck’s sake. He was cute. Clearly past his 20s, his street blonde-styled hair, but he didn’t dare say a thing while looking up at me like a puppy. His nipples hard, poking against his shirt. “Want my number?” I never offered someone my number… Fuck’s sake. No one ever cared about me. But now… That guy was close jizzing himself just at my presence. He handed me his phone, and I slowly typed it in. It took me quite a while. Even my hands were bigger, rougher… “Call me Luke,” was the only thing I said before I pushed his phone back into his hands and slowly exited the train.

It did not take long until it vibrated. Call me Jake was the text he wrote just moments after. I slowly turned back around. He was still watching me through the closed doors. He made me smirk. He made me feel… way too good about myself already.

Once I reached the headquarters, I immediately entered one of the less-visited restrooms. Just staring at my reflection in the mirror made me rock hard again, running my hand through my short beard… My shirt was buttoned the wrong way. It was a mistake to open it back up. Seeing my hairy chest. My massive pecs. I had to be closer to 6’4 or even beyond by now. My hair was still a fucking mess… Luckily, running my hand through it fixed it for the moment. I was already late. But I couldn’t leave like this. My cock was throbbing. I could see the stain building up on the fabric of my jeans when I pushed myself in front of one of the small urinals. It was a struggle to pull my 9 thick inches of cock through my pants stall. Feeling it just harden full mast. It was grinding against the metal teeth of my jeans and against the cold ceramic of the urinal when the door opened. Fuck’s sake. My cock was radiating with heat. I didn’t need to piss… And out of all fuckers it was Noah. Ever since it became evident that one of us would follow up in the role of CEO, he became a fucking asshole.

I watched him enter. His eyes glanced at me briefly before he avoided further eye contact, looking down onto the ground like a submissive dog instead. He took the only free spot to my side. His pumped arm grinding against my own. Fuck’s sake. “Hey, Noah,” my deep voice boomed while I still held my throbbing boner in my hand. Feeling it growing against the ceramic only made it worse.

“Do I know you… Wait?! Huh…” His voice shook as if he couldn’t believe what he saw. He just stared at me… At my body, at the size… Before his eyes slowly traced down to my monstrous shaft pulsating in my hands. “F Fuck’s sake. No way… How…”—“What?” It made me feel way too good. Seeing him freak out… He always had that one advantage. A strong CEO was a good one, right? Way better than a 5’7 twink who ran the company. I ran my arm around his shoulder, pulling him in for a headlock against my pit… “Hey… Shouldn’t you be happy that your coworker started working out?” I felt his hands pushing against my side. “F Fuck off… You’re not that much bigger than me.” He tried pushing off… But apparently, I was stronger… Fuck’s sake… How did that fucker roid me up that much? When I let him go, he left me, sprinting for the door… At least as fast as you could sprint with a hard-on pushing through your pant’s stall… My balls shivered, tensing as they pulsated before I came without any control, clogging up the whole urinal with my sticky jizz… It took me several minutes to flush it down. Probably the longest toilet break I had for a while. Stuffing my cock back inside its prison was nearly impossible and took me another 10 minutes… Mainly because each time I was close to success, another dirty thought crossed my mind, forcing my cock to chub back up. I could see its outlines in my jeans. Waiting to get to work…

What I didn’t notice was how my shirt rippled underneath my pits. Around my arms… How I grew just so slightly… Or how my jeans slowly looked too small for my massive frame.

Part 3

Usually, I would be embarrassed by the way I looked right now. Messy hair, the fact that I could smell my own potent musk in the air, or the sight of my thick nipples poking through my dress-shirts fabric.

But somehow, I lost that embarrassment just after entering the small bathroom… Knowing anytime someone could enter… See one of the potential CEO candidates just jerking off right in the company’s bathroom.

Perhaps it was also the fact that I had to behave manly. I couldn’t stand there with my legs pushed together. I couldn’t make myself small any longer. My massive, hairy pecs prevented me from doing so. Fuck’s sake. My arms and pecs were basically asking me for room. My strong shoulders pulled back along with my lats. I could feel my vast quads, my massive calves. I felt like a true man for the first time in years.

I took my time to fix my clothes again. Tucking the fabric back inside my pants… Buttoning my shirt the right way this time.

To my surprise, the fabric felt expensive… It was as if my new lover spent a fortune on the dress shirt, even though the jeans were average. The only thing that threw me off was how thin the fabric was. The slightest hint of sweat just turns it almost transparent.

When I left the elevator on the upper floors, the hallways were mainly empty. Most workers had already finished running errands and grabbing their first mug of coffee. It was probably a good thing… After all, most of them only knew my old self. I got reminded about my new look when I wrapped my rough hand around the door handle to my office, knowing Nancy would probably already be in there. She had been my personal assistant for years. And she knew me better than anyone else. I could see my rough knuckles. Even my hands were more masculine than before. I glanced towards my thick forearms that pushed the dress shirt in all the right spots before I entered the office.

“Sir, Mr. Miller is currently not… available.”—She just stared at me as if I were a demon waiting to attack. “Are you his brother?”

I could see her gulping. I just raised one of my brows before closing the door behind me. “Nah… I’m Luke.” I slightly ran one of my rough hands over my vast chest, still standing there.

“N-no way… I’m gonna call security.” She wrapped her fingers around the phone, lifting it up when I took a step forward out of reflex. I wrapped my hand around the earpiece, forcing it out of her hand while wrapping my other arm around her for a bear hug.

“Hello. Should we send someone?”

Nancy tried to say something at first… But I just kept her pushed against my massive chest while I answered the call instead… “Everything’s fine. Just the wrong button.”

I returned the phone to its rest when I felt a new sensation… The fucking taser Nancy forced into my skin. My abs were rippling. I groaned just so slightly, but to my surprise… It only made me hard as fuck again. “Fuck’s sake. Stop it already… I’m Luke!” I let her finally go, rubbing my skin. She thanked me with a last kick between my nuts, forcing even me to clench down in pain. She probably thought about going a second round with her taser… “Remember how you saved my ass after Noah tried to blame me for the quarterly loss?”

“You disappear for a day and come back looking like you were carved out of a superhero movie? And you think I would just believe that?”

She was playing with the taser again until I groaned. “Fine… Would someone else than Luke know your computer password?” I made my way around the table and towards the door to my office… “After all, I was the one who found your Post-it with your password hanging on your screen. I’m Luke, trust me… Although I could get used to you calling me Sir instead,” I mumbled under my breath before finally letting myself sink into my chair, seeing the paperwork on my desk.

It took her a long while to process it all. The fact that she just tasered her boss. That she kicked her boss between the nuts… And that she still stood there with the taser in her hands, buzzing like crazy.

“Umm… You won’t fire me for that, right?” She slowly made her way over. She clearly looked slightly… suspicious… “I thought your hot brother showed up instead…”

“I have none.” I glanced up at her, grinning stupidly. “But it was quite a turn-on to see you defend the office… However, next time, I won’t gift you another taser for parental leave…”

“I should ask my husband to buy me a stronger one… After all, the one you got me clearly isn’t effective.” It was a relief to see her slowly return to normal and relax again… She has been married for several years now. She was the one who had already tried to couple me with her gay friends, and apparently, now that she confirmed that it was really me in my new skin… Her mind was already working.

“This changes a lot… You’re Fuckboy material for gay men, right?” She crossed her arms in front of her chest… She was a tiny woman, yet she had enough courage to fight men more than double her weight.

“You just realized your boss is huge, and the first thing you think about is how to couple me with one of your friends?” I raised a brow and just laughed… “Well, you’re still the same…” I chuckled and slowly grabbed the first batch of paperwork. “But yeah… Guess my new size… It is almost like a gay magnet of some sort… Although Noah didn’t like his little encounter with me that morning.”

I smirked sheepishly when Nancy gaped at me open-mouthed. “Did you fight him?” She clearly already made her bets.

“Nah… Just… Teased him a little, I guess.” She stared at me in disbelief.

“Come on… Just thought if Noah can molest you at the Christmas party… I can repay you a little… After all, he knows you’ve been married to Tim for years.”

I almost forgot about my new body for a while. Just listening to Nancy, how she told me about all the new things that would be possible now that I was… how did she call it… Daddy material? I didn’t tell her about my new… encounter… Or that I apparently already had Daddy material waiting for me to return home to.

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The rest of the day was relatively uneventful, mainly because Nancy managed to talk me through everything. Each time someone asked about my gains, she took the word and acted as if I always were that pumped-up jock sitting in our room, even though I never was built like that. But to my luck, it worked out… Probably because only a few people saw me that often besides Nancy.

“Can’t believe that you already outgrew Noah,” she mused. “Have to be honest… You’re already way too huge for my taste… But bet in a gay bar…” She chattered along while we waited for the elevator to return home. We shared the same way to the train station, and it was already dark outside, so I played the gentleman for her that night.

Noah was already waiting inside with his assistant. He was a tiny twink of a guy who made Noah look even colossal in return… Just as we entered the elevator car, the panel displayed a warning symbol, and a female voice hummed: “Maximum load capacity exceeded.”

Noah’s neutral expression fell for a moment before Nancy pulled me back out of the elevator, laughing after the door closed down… “Guess you’re more like an elephant by now, huh? But just the expression on his face… He’s not a dumb boy, after all… He can calculate… He won’t be amused to find out you have already succeeded in his own muscle mass by a lot.”

It took a short time until the next empty elevator arrived, taking us into the lobby. I escorted Nancy back to the train platform, even waiting till her train arrived before I entered my own ride back home, smelling a familiar scent in the air. When I entered the train wagon, he was there… But this time, he stood there, leaning against the window, eying me like a hungry wolf.

He was a head taller than me. Clearly bigger… It was the first time that I had seen him dressed up. “Fuck…” was the only thing I could get out of my lips when he pulled me up against his frame for a kiss, pushing me against the window while ignoring the crowd.

Part 4

I could feel his hands wrapping around my glutes. Pushing me up against his massive frame. His body was warming me back up. “Didn’t think you’d come back for more.” his lips pushed onto mine, in for a French kiss, while he clearly couldn’t resist me. He was hot. And somehow… Cute. I never thought that huge guys like him could have a soft side… But the way he looked at me. The way he kissed me.

“How about you finally tell me your name?” I ran my fingers over his chest, feeling his arms wrapping around me, almost crushing me in his bear hug, while his deep voice hummed next to my ear. “It’s Liam.”

I couldn’t say anything, mainly because Liam’s massive pecs pushed up against my mouth and chin while he kept hugging me. As if he feared that I’d just leave him behind.

It did not take long until we finally made it to his stop. But before he could step off, I wrapped my hand around his wrist. Holding him back… “Guess it’s only fair to show you my flat tonight.” It was kinda cute how he turned to look at me, clearly curious. I knew his small flat. Barely enough room for his bed, a few weights, a kitchen, and a small bathroom.

“You know, I can still recall your words from this morning. And to be honest… I wouldn’t mind some company at night.”

Even though he was the big guy, it felt like he was the rookie tonight. It took me only a short time to realize that he didn’t have many resources, money, or property. He lived in the shadiest part of the city, and his bed was barely large enough for his own frame.

I always wondered why he waited for so long to take me home to his place. To fuck me. To use me. But I could tell why. His head was red from embarrassment. Perhaps it was my appearance after Nancy organized a new suit during the day. I knew just one thing… I wanted more. Way more… And I liked him.

We finally arrived at the last stop. I slowly led Liam through the crowded streets into a clean side alley before we entered the modern hotel-like lobby with two massive elevators. The security guards stopped us both until I pulled out my ID card, watching them to gape at the photo, trying to make sure it was real.

“Not a bad transformation, Sir,” one of them gulped, pushing it back into my hands and bowing slightly. He eyed my companion for a long while before just bending once more. At the same time, we entered the first elevator.

“You know, I still wonder why you didn’t fuck me way earlier… Why have you waited for so long to take me home to your place?”

I ran my hand over Liam’s chest, pinching his right nipple through his shirt while his hands were already exploring my back once more… “Could it be… You were scared I left you behind like the other one-night stands you grew or accidentally crushed?”

I leaned against Liam’s frame, getting on my tiptoes to force him in for a kiss, wrapping my hand around his vast neck… feeling his hand around my ass while he lifted me up and off the ground. I wrapped my legs around his immense hips. His cock was oozing already, soaking the fabric of his jeans.

Liam took a moment before he spoke… “You always looked out of my league. The straight, successful businessman.” He inhaled deeper. I could feel his cock harden slowly. “But I could feel your movements on the train when you sat beside me. You made me hornier than anyone else. Always check out my gains. My mass. You are different than all the other men I knew. All my other one-night stands who just begged me to fuck them to grow. You didn’t even know I had the resources to grow people… You only had eyes for my body and my size… And I kinda liked that a lot…”

The door opened up and revealed my penthouse. The vast living room alone is bigger than Liam’s flat.

I just wrapped my arms tighter around Liam’s neck, feeling his bulge pushing against my own while I kept my body close to his torso… “Guess we both made wrong assumptions about each other, huh?” I pressed my forehead against his own, looking him in the eyes. “I always thought you’re the merciless alpha, just waiting to fuck me to pieces. But turns out you also have a soft side, huh?”

I kissed Liam again before I hugged him again, my lips close to his ears. “Might be a little early to call me your lover. But I really crave a boyfriend like you… Why don’t you stay at my place from now on…”

I could feel his massive arms, how they wrapped me even tighter against his frame. His cock was oozing against my suit… “Hey, gently…” I pushed myself away from his throbbing bulge. “Lemme first save that expensive suit for tomorrow… otherwise Nancy, my assistant, will kill me if she finds me wearing jeans to work again.”

I slowly stripped down in front of him. Placing the blazer and trousers on one of the chairs before I turned my attention back towards Liam, who gaped at my hairy frame.

It was the first time I’d realized how cheap his current jeans were. Probably second wear. But at the same time… I came closer till I could smell his musk again. I couldn’t wait any longer... “Lemme helps you out of your clothes” I pinched his nipple before I slowly lifted his shirt; watching him struggle just made me hornier. It was almost impossible to open the button of his jeans. His colossal cock pushed out like a weapon. His hairy pubes. The musk in the air. His balls sweat like crazy, pulsating slightly blue from the built-up pressure.

“Fuck’s sake… No way they fit you in the first place.” I failed to free him from his jeans. His calves were just too solid. Too massive. “Sorry, big boy… But guess you have to tear them apart for me,” I gulped, watching as he slowly bent down.

He grabbed the fabric, trying to tear the jeans apart. But he had no chance. The jeans’ fabric was just way too robust. His head is slightly red as he fails. “Damn, you’re way too cute,” I groaned and slowly wrapped the fabric in my own rough grip, freeing his calves of the fabric with a loud ripping sound. Tearing the rest apart with ease.

“More than 350 pounds of destruction and losing against a pair of cheap jeans, huh?” I boxed against his abs after I got back up… Watching as his cock only got harder. I couldn’t resist any longer. I just wrapped my warm hands around it. I slowly feel its sheer thickness, getting on my knees. Licking over his massive hairy nuts. His scent was intoxicating. Each inch of his cock only made me hornier... Harder... Until I pushed the gigantic tip up against my lips. And down my throat.

When I looked back up, I saw his other personality again… His rough hand running through my hair… Before he pushed my lips all the way down till I kissed his hairy cock’s base… I could smell the dried-up jizz… The raunch… The fucking power… “Missed Daddy?” his deep voice boomed, and I felt each pulsation in his cock. I felt his boots grinding up against my own bulge. Pushing down on my fat anaconda and shifting his steel-capped tactile boots on top of my rod till I just blasted my pathetic load all over the floor.

“Who told you to cum, boy?” He clearly wasn’t done for the night… Pulling my head off his cock, wrapping his hand around my throat, and lifting me up like his trophy while he slowly made his way toward the open bedroom. Tossing me onto the mattress.

I pulled in the air through my teeth when I saw his body… How his pecs rippled… How his cock oozed out even thicker wads of pre… He wasn’t growing by much… But his body clearly looked as if he got a good gym pump down his veins. His cock grinding up against his hairy abs. His pecs fought with his arms for more space while he grabbed me by my ankles, pulling me into position... “This time, I won’t be gentle.” He bent over and forced me in for a kiss before ramming his fat anaconda down my hole. His vast body towered above me. I could feel his abs. His pecs. And then his monstrous arms as he forced me into a headlock while breeding me.

Part 5

His biceps and forearm were pushing up against my chin. Each thrust forced more of his fat fuckpole inside my ass. I could barely breathe underneath his weight. I could feel his sweaty skin. His vast body. He was bigger, yet not stronger.

I could listen to his voice. How he broke out of character every once in a while. Fuck's sake. Just hearing his deep voice break occasionally, as if he revealed his true self for a fraction of a moment.

My colossal ass, especially my glutes, slowly enjoying the fucking torture by his shaft… But deep within me… I knew I wanted to satisfy him… I could feel his thrusts. How he lacked the real power… I flexed my glutes harder, hearing a deep, long moan escape his lips while his grip around my neck softened for a moment.

I couldn't resist my own urge… Whatever Liam drugged me with last night… I used all my strength to flex my glutes as hard as I could, hearing him wince and moan at the same time. My own deep voice buzzing with power. "Cum for daddy" was the only thing that escaped my throat…

Liam clearly didn't expect my last words. His arm was clenching around my neck when his whole body climaxed. He tried to hold back… But not with me… I held my glutes tight, pulsating my juicy ass when I felt how he attempted to pull back out… But I didn't let him. Instead, I leaned back just so slightly. Pushing his cock all the way down till I heard his voice slightly getting lighter, higher as he moaned like a bitch next to my ears.

I felt the heat. Liam's cum as he pumped what felt like more than a gallon of his juice inside my ass. He tried pulling out. Probably afraid he'd blow me up. But I just kept his fat shaft inside me. Slowly repositioning myself, facing him. Pulling myself up against him and forcing him to bend down for a kiss. His weight pressed against my frame while his cock finally finished his climax.

I forced him for a French kiss, feeling my cock already rock solid again, pushing up against his hairy abs. But something was off. Something felt way too good right now.

"Mmmph," I grunted and moaned into his mouth when I felt his bear hug getting even tighter around my frame. "Fuark!"

I felt the fucking pain. My bones started crackling underneath my skin, slowly expanding, growing denser and thicker, even slightly longer. The nerves and cells throughout my body were trying to adapt. Way too slow in the beginning. "Fuarrk—" My voice broke off momentarily as my lungs couldn't provide my body with enough air for a fraction of a heartbeat. I felt Liam's hug and his chin on my shoulder. Was he sobbing?

"I… I'm so sorry." Was this the reason why he waited for so long? Because the transformation killed people?

It felt like drowning for a moment. A burning sensation on my skin while my muscle fibers started growing underneath my skin, fighting with my skin for more space, which still had to be created.

My Adam's apple pushed outwards, way more prominent than before. My lats were expanding even further... The pain was only getting worse. Way worse. I still felt Liam, how he still sobbed, crawling his finger into my developing back.

I tried clenching over, holding my abs. But Liam had me in place. Forced me to stay upright against his massive body. He pulled his cock out in an instant. I could feel the pressure building up inside of me. My growing pecs, my growing muscles pushing onto my organs. The pain got worse. Way worse… I could hear my bones cracking. How they shifted underneath my skin. Somehow, managing to reposition without breaking into a thousand pieces. Whatever was going on inside me was inhuman. Not natural at all.

My pecs grew hairier, thicker… bigger. I could smell my own musk in the air. My scent and Liam's hug were the only things I sensed for a long moment besides the inhumane pain. My cock hardened full mast. Growing up against my hairy abs and Liam's hairy pecs. Pre oozing out of my cockhead. "Nnnghh fuarkk—" I slowly liked the sensation throughout my body. It was still painful… But a new feeling added to the mix. Pure lust. Pure sexual stimulation. I didn't notice how Liam slowly got too short to rest his head on my shoulder, resting his head against my chest instead.

He was still sobbing… He probably thought I'd explode at any given moment or some shit like that. The sound of realigning bones slowly came to a halt.

"You can stop sobbing…" I ran my rough hand through his hair. Meeting his gaze as he looked up at me like a puppy with wet eyes. "Fuck's sake. I'm not one of your other pathetic one-nighters." I wrapped my hand around his glutes, lifting him slightly up against my frame till he was at eye level with me again. I forced him in for another long kiss, feeling his strong arms wrap around my still-painful neck.

The pain was still there; my muscles were clearly working underneath my skin. Cells tried to heal his tissue. But I couldn't just stand there and watch him sobbing like that. Each movement hurt like crazy. Almost as if you had the worst muscle exhaustion in all muscles simultaneously.

I kept kissing and hugging him for a while. Feeling his vast body grinding against my fat cock, what only made my balls hurt even more in the process… "Mmmmph, how about you give your new lover a break for the night… You know…? It still fucking hurts." I let out another long soft moan when I felt his body rubbing against my cock while he slowly got off me to give me some room.

"…You are the first one… who made it" were his only words.

I still recall how I slept like a baby that night. Liam woke me up every few hours to force me down a stinking protein shake he mixed up. I didn't know what was going on… But apparently, my rumbling stomach was enough to wake him up, or he was just worried I'd die of hunger that night next to his side.

Part 6

A light breeze blew in my face, and I could feel the light draft on my skin. I lived in my penthouse for so long, yet I never used the vast sliding doors to let air in.

The sun was beaming through the large open doors onto my pecs, forearms, and face.

I just lay there, still feeling kinda sore. When I glanced down, I couldn't believe my eyes. Two hairy mountains of pecs greet me, pushing the fabric of my blanket up. I could feel the pressure of my pumped biceps and triceps, how they fought with my torso for space.

It took me a while to realize I missed my alarm.

Just when I tried moving, I felt the pain again. My sore muscles made it almost impossible to move. "Fuck's sake," I growled, searching for my phone. But to my surprise, Liam suddenly stood in the open doorway, holding it in his hands. "Don't worry. I took the call after it buzzed the whole morning… I told your secretary you're sick and won't make it till Monday".

His voice was really lighter than I recall… Perhaps he always tried to act like the tough guy around me… "Don't worry, I'm fine," I lied, clenching my teeth when I tried getting up. I didn't even realize when he moved. But Liam stood beside me in an instant, pushing me back down.

"I won't let you go to work," he snarled at me. "If you're eating up breakfast, I might even let you get up for a piss, but that's it."

To be honest, Liam looked pretty hot in my old grey jogging suit.

I held his puppy gaze for a while. He was determined. He'd probably even try wrestling me if it came to that… So I just relaxed. Letting my massive frame sink back into the pillows… "Fine… Give me at least a kiss." He came enough, way too slow, to dodge my arm that wrapped around his waist, pulling him onto me.

He wiggled in my grip for a long embrace and kiss. It took him some force and resistance to push me off, jumping off the bed and sprinting into the kitchen— at least as fast as you could move with a boner on the rise.

He came back with my breakfast… And more of his stinking shake creation… It didn't take long until he helped me out of bed, towards the small urinal in my bathroom… Fuck's sake… Even walking still felt impossible. I had to wrap my vast arm around his shoulder. My sweaty pits were right next to Liam's face, which clearly made him hard as well. I only worsened his situation when he had to watch me piss. I didn't even need to hold my fat cock as gravity did its job right. "Hey… All yours," I teased him just so slightly. But when my cock hardened, he just pushed me back to bed. "You can fuck me once you're healed" He tossed the blanket over me once I laid back down… Which didn't help much to cover up the raging boner I had after feeling Liam's body up that close.

Just when he thought he was out of reach, I managed to get a hold of his hoodie, pulling him in and onto me again, wrestling him onto the bed, wrapping my arms and legs around him like a body pillow, my deep voice right next to his ears.

"You really thought my sore muscles would prevent me from teasing you all day?" I squeezed his thick pecs through the fabric of his clothes, sliding my other hand inside his pants. He was gifted… And groping his shaft once was enough to make him almost blow his load.

"Don't waste that load." I pinned him underneath my frame before slowly moving my body further down till I took his fat cock between my hungry lips… He was pushing my head like crazy… Probably feared he'd grow me even further. But I didn't care right now… I wanted his seed from the source, not from his pathetic shakes…

I didn't even have to handle him… My lips alone were enough to hear Liam's high-pitched moans and grunts… Pumping me full with his load… But it didn't affect me at all… I only felt… Energized…

I grinned, slightly dumbfounded, when I slowly freed his cock again. Jizz still hung inside my beard… I probably had to look like a homeless freak; at least my beard felt clearly out of style…

"Y you didn't grow?" He ran his hand over my massive shoulders when I forced him back into a hug… My cock was rock solid right now… But I knew I'd keep that load and blue ball till I was entirely back on track…

"Wait… You only fucked other guys, accidentally growing them… But you never blew your load into one of their pathetic throats?"

I tightened my embrace until I realized he struggled to breathe… "Sorry…"

Fuck's sake. He almost felt fragile… I had to be around 7'4 or even 7'5. Inhuman by my standards… But our weight difference… It was probably enough to crush him underneath me.

"Guess… I never tried what would happen… Because my one-night stands were always… so fucking puny next to me. That they didn't turn me on at all…"

I rested my chin on his shoulder… "So you accidentally grew one of your cum-dumps. And I didn't turn you on when you found me?" I pushed my cock up against his pants. Fuck's sake. How massive was my hardon…? More like a sword by now. I slid my hand back underneath his shirt, tracing over his abs with my fingers before pinching one of his nipples as revenge.

"From now on… better call me Luke…" I leaned in closer, my vibrating voice humming right into his ears… "Or better, Daddy, if that turns you on" I squeezed his fat cock once more. He was hard again… "Guess your little protein load helped cure my sore muscles…"

Part 7

It was already late afternoon, past Liam’s awful protein-shake-based lunch, when I got up and stretched. I felt fucking energized ever since I drank his jizz. He was still rummaging around in the kitchen when I entered the bathroom. Seeing my reflection in the mirror made me harder than ever. I was huge… I had to slightly duck to see my masculine face in the mirror… Solid beard… A wide, masculine jawline… And fuck’s sake… My pecs were pumped to the rims, covered in dense, thick, dark hair. My pits only added to the mix. I wrap[ed my rough fingers around my thick, veiny shaft. Tracing over my thick cockhead. Pre slowly was oozing over my hand before I pulled it up to take a sniff.

I looked like a hypermasculine version of Liam… My hair and beard were a fucking mess. “Hey, Liam.” I couldn’t resist flexing my right arm to the limit. Pushing my lips up against my biceps before I lowered my head just so slightly to get a good, long whiff of my sweaty pits.

Liam just glanced at me with his big eyes… I was flexing a few heartbeats longer until I wrapped my arm around his torso and pinned him up against my frame. “Found anything that fits my new size, babe?” His glutes were massive, thick. “Kinda wanna take you out tonight…” All my old clothes are way too small. Even my calves were too fucking juiced to push my old briefs over them… And fuck’s sake. Don’t get started on the jockstrap that I bought last week… Now barely fitting the tip of my fat cock.

Liam enjoyed the whole show until I let the waistband of my jockstrap snap against my skin; my cock just hardening full mast, tearing the fabric almost apart. My cock was swaying, fighting with the fabric while I approach Liam, who still lay on my bed, belly down, his head on his arms.

I stopped right in front of him. Running my rough hand through his hair before forcing his lips against the soaked fabric of my jockstrap. My fat cock head oozing out even more… I pushed my pouch further inside his mouth…

MMMPH…

I heard his moan. It just made me harder, hornier until the waistband snapped apart with a loud burst. I slowly yanked my cock back out his mouth, slapping it against his cheek once more. I cleaned up the tip with the remains of my jockstrap, stuffing the soaked fabric back into his mouth, still keeping his head in my iron grip…

“You’ll have to buy me some clothes… I don’t care what you get me. But better hurry up, because I’ll fucking goon ‘til you’re back… stroking that fat pole of mine…”

I pushed his face up against my fat shaft, forcing his nose up against my sweaty balls. Fuck’s sake… My massive cock rested against his face while he mumbled something against my nuts.

Once I let go, he squirmed a bit, spitting the fabric out. He was hard again….

“Before you leave…” I leant in the doorway, blocking his way out. “You better change… The wet spots on that jogging suit don’t look too good. Rnless you wanna start a job as a fuckboy right away.”

I nodded towards the kitchen counter… “You can wear my suit if you want… It’s too small for me anyway. And Nancy probably would kill me if she knew it was only worn once…”

Watching Liam change sent me close to the edge again. But each time I got close to busting a load, my balls just vibrated… tensed… It felt way too good. Almost as if they grew bigger each time I held it back… each time I blueballed…

I gave him my wallet before I tossed my massive frame onto the king-sized bed.

Stroking and edging… closing my eyes for a moment…—The feeling was way too good. My pecs were slightly pushing outwards, fighting with my arms for space. The musk in the air was denser than ever… stronger. Fuck’s sake… I reeked like a whole rugby team.

My pre was way thicker than before, more like pure jizz that oozed out of my fat anaconda’s tip.

I couldn’t resist the urge to thrust my cock even further with my hands, hearing the bed groaning underneath me.

My muscle fibers rippled, growing denser underneath my skin, while my height and width stayed the same. Yet my weight went up, my muscles denser… thicker…

Way more potent.

I heard the keys when I almost blew my fucking load. My cock shivering in my iron grip while I tried to calm myself down. Flexing my massive glutes to keep myself down. Oh Fuck… My pecs tensed. They flexed full-mast when I tried to prevent my fucking nuts from unloading. My whole body was tensing.

The door swung back open, and a weak voice rose. “I… I’m back again.”

Liam stood in the doorway, seeing me again, and how my pre was running down my hairy abs and pecs.

“Get your ass over here!”

Too horny right now… Fuck the other plans. MMMMPH FUARK My voice grew deeper. My lats pushed out further. My abs popped out into a solid eight-pack.

Fuck. Gooning was a lousy plan, apparently… Just feeling my hairy quads fighting with my nuts for space.

I managed to hold back my load once more when my Adam’s apple pumped out even more prominently. My jawline was broadening. My neck pushed outwards while my whole build got denser… more refined… more masculine…

Liam just closed the door, already jizzing in his pants just from the sight and stench in the air that gradually built up in front of him.

Part 8

I could feel the fucking growth in my veins… the lust building up deep within me. Just pushing myself off the mattress was more cardio than I was used to. My muscles were drenched in fucking sweat, dripping off my hairy pecs and my monstrous nipples while my cock slowly pushed up against my brickwall of abs, adding pre to the whole mix.

Yeah, fuck the plans for tonight.

Each breath grew denser… deeper… Smelling my own musk in the air again, my cock shivered and tensed.

I felt the blood churning inside my fat veins when I felt a familiar feeling.

The pure pain of my bones crackling… Growing denser again… “NNNGHHH FUARKK,” I roared when I feel the fucking pain, the sensation of my abs realigning. Bones and fibers were slightly shifting within my body… My pecs were throwing an even bigger shadow over my hairy abs.

I am sweating like crazy… My hairy pits were drenched in sweat, dripping wetly on the bed. The pain forced me to lean forward, clenching my gut for a moment.

I was too fucking wide… too fucking powerful. Oh Fuck’s sake... there was no such thing.

Only one thing filled my mind. Muscle… power… size… Liam… It was my mistake to hold back for so long. To edge like that… Apparently, it only made the growth worse. Heck… nah… better, It made the growth way better. I licked over my juicy lips, feeling the fucking power.

This time, it did not take me long.

I loved the fucking pain. The torture… the strength… My cock spasmed even more. I almost forgot about Liam, until I felt his arms wrapping around my fat cock. The pain slowly was shifting into pure pleasure… pure fucking lust…

Fuck’s sake. Liam could only see my wall of domination. My massive pecs, my treetrunk-sized quads, my monstrous sweaty nuts, and a cock that was probably big enough that he could use it as his personal body pillow… At least, that was what I imagined right now.

Closing my eyes was a fucking mistake. In my imagination, I was even bigger… Even stronger. I felt his lips. He tried pushing my cock down but struggled at first.

“Better hurry up, boy… because the longer you need to satisfy me… the bigger I’ll grow!” I slightly squatted down and grabbed his head, forcing him onto my fat log, pinning him against my monstrous body. Oh Fuck... He sat on it like you would on a horse, his legs wrapping around it, his arms trying to wrestle it.

“Fuck’s sake…” I could feel the sensation of his monstrous pecs. He still tried to jerk me off… to make me cum with all his body’s strength.

It was the first time I realized that I perhaps… I had grown a little too massive during that last hour. But as soon as I felt Liam’s glutes… his weight pushing down on my shaft… I didn’t regret a fucking thing.

I could feel his rough hands groping my massive pecs. His cock grinding against my hairy, sweaty abs. My cock was already getting out of control… I could feel his vast legs thrusting against my shaft and legs when I forced him closer against my frame, thrusting my small finger inside his ass.

I couldn’t wait any longer. Hearing his moans, his cock breeding my sweaty abs, I managed to pull him close enough for a kiss. I was thrusting my pre-coated fist all the way in at the same moment, feeling his abs tensing.

His hands were squeezing my hairy pecs, his low moan muffled by my kiss.

I couldn’t hold myself back. Each thrust sent me closer to the edge.

Each thrust forced my balls to pump outwards. Buffer. Bigger. My skin was slowly turning blue down there…

I slowly pushed my monstrous rod up against Liam’s hole. He couldn’t even fucking fit it inside... But the pressure was strong enough to just fill him up like my personal condom.

Liam already carried a roid gut from the amount of pre he’d gotten.

He turned me into a fucking freak… His body was reacting, slowly enhancing and growing to finally take my cockhead in.

I wrestled him onto the mattress, thrusting my monstrous shaft slowly inside while I couldn’t resist the urge to grow even further. My lips were next to his ears while my deep vibrating voice hummed inside him… “CUM FOR DADDY.”

I lick over my lips when I feel his pathetic cock, how it blows his load right between my hairy abs.

I knew he could cum like a fire hose.

I forced him in for another kiss, slowing down for a long moment before I wrapped my massive arms around his torso and shoulders, impaling him on my monstrous cock.

My complete shaft was forced into his godly physique.

NNNGHH FUOOARKKK

My cock was spasming, vibrating inside of him… I pressed my lips down on his own when my cock finally unleashed my monstrous load.

His gut pushed outwards, his body trying to keep up with the fucking force.

I had to pull out at some point, covering his body with my seed. “Fuck…”

I licked my jizz off his face, rolling him onto my monstrous frame while I still felt his now wet hands how they still hold onto my hairy chest…

“Like the freak you created?”

The end?