Nightmare at the Pump House Gym

by UberPump   

A bodybuilder encounters a strange man at the local gym who forces him to experience his deepest desires first-hand. The growth is intoxicating, but there’s a price to pay he doesn’t see coming.

“Damn, if only I could get a bit bigger,” I say to myself in the mirror. I admire my tall, ripped frame. Tight obliques. 8 brick-like abdominals. Thick tree trunk legs each, with fat bulging thighs around 28 inches. Calves just under the size of footballs and visible on either side of my shins.

“Mmmmh…” I moan, caressing my pumped and sweaty chest. Veins feeding in from my shoulders into the thick upper portion as they jump in response to my touch. I lift them up and drop ’em down as their weight ripples through the striated muscle. My shoulders bulging wide as they look crammed up against the skin. My delts pushing outward giving them that heroic look as their 24 inch width, shoulder to shoulder, makes me look super wide.

“Fuck me… I look amazing.” My eyes drift up to my traps and thick neck. Turning sideways, I can see each portion of muscle in my traps and upper back spreading out wide as they envelop my neck. Not to be outdone, my corded neck reaches around 15 thick inches… all muscle. My back muscles taper down from top heavy to a strong core holding everything in place. My lats pushing my arms out at 30 degrees giving me that massive X taper that professionals esteem to have. The biceps bunching up against my ham like forearms. Massive arms.

“Mmmph…” I feel myself getting hard and my balls growing heavy from all the stimulation, chubbing up nice and thick in my work out shorts.

My eyes continue from my crotch to my arms…. Biceps, measuring 18 inches cold, with one thick vein running over the top of them as they fight for space between my massive delts and thick forearms. Veins running along my thick 14-inch forearms and into my meaty hands.

“I am fucking hot…” I moan out loud in the empty gym space. There was no one here in the 24/7 gym. Just me and my 230-pound, 6’1” muscle bound body. I’ve always wondered why they keep the place open when it seems that I am the only one ever to use it at night. My eyes drift to the clock.

12:00 a.m. Midnight….

“Nothing like a late-night workout to fuel me for the next day’s workouts. Gotta get bigger!” I grunt as I tear myself away from the mirror and begin my sets again. “Gotta lift big to be even bigger!” I grit my teeth as I set my fat muscles on the bench… ready for a more grueling workout than earlier.

Yea, yea… I know. Don’t hurt yourself. I’ve heard it a thousand times from family and friends. Some of them have jokingly suggested I move in here. “Heh..” I chuckle as the thought comes back into my mind. I squeeze my shoulder blades together as I prepare for a heavy bench. My thick chest jutting up into the air, pumped and ready to lift big. “Mmmmph…” I lift as the bar bends slightly with the 300 pounds added to it. I push hard as my shirtless chest muscles twitch and bulge more, seemingly growing before my eyes as the pump rushes into them something fierce!. “AAAH!” I scream as I push the bar up and back down. Repeating this 8 more times before *Clank* the bar rests heavily on the rack above my. I drop my arms to my sides as they pull on the tightly pumped muscles. They groan for relief but it arouses me. The skin splitting pump feels like a full body erection focused in each muscle group that is worked. My thick chest seemingly breaking its 45-inch girth, swelling to near bursting. They feel tight and powerful.

As I finish up my chest I move onto the more localized groups. Biceps, swelling beyond intent. Horseshoe tris as they bunch up on the back of my arm. Back spreading wider as everything fills with blood from my ridiculous pump.

“Damn…” I stop and look in the mirror at the shirtless stud. The muscles red and swollen. Shinning with sweat. Large veins feeding their imminent growth. I sit down on the bench behind me. I’m huffing from exhaustion but something else. My cock and balls swollen in my pouch. Reaching down and caressing the fat log as it pulses gently against my thick hands, I feel its heat radiating off it.

“Mmmmmhuh…” I moan out loud. Now unable to focus on the rest of my routine. Sitting there in the empty gym; not a soul in sight. I’m sure if they had cameras, they’d be getting a show… but I don’t care. I’m focused on relieving myself then and there. Looking at my swollen muscles, self-worshipping. I’ve stroked my thick 7.5 inch cock to erection while fondling my swollen golf ball sized nuts. I’ve zoned out, not really caring if anyone walks in on me, not hearing the clang of the door opening and shutting.

“MMmmm…. Yea… I’m fucking big…” I moan as I continue stroking through my shorts, now sliding them down past my hips as my thick cock *sproing* jumps up vertical after releasing from its prison. It throbs with each of my powerful heartbeats. Veins covering it’s fat surface with pre-streaming out as the pressure builds in my balls. In my stupor, I don’t sense the presence behind me. With my eyes closed I don’t even see him.

“Aww fuck! MMmmhhhuh…” I moan as jet after jet streams from my cock and all over my lap and abs. The underside of my meaty pecs covered in each blast of cum.

“That was good…” I huff, breathing heavily as my orgasm dies down. “But fuck, what I wouldn’t give to be bigger…”

“Achem…” A gruff voice behind me startles me back to reality. My orgasmic high disappears while swiftly turning to see who the voice belonged to.

“I can certainly…. help with that, big guy,” the man says.

“Who the fuck are you!?” I jump up, my shorts dropping down then stopping as they catch on my thick thighs. I hastily pull them up.

“I’m the person who’ll make your dream a reality…” he smirks, holding up a small, worn out brief-case. The leather is cracked and almost charred looking.

“Listen bub, I…. I’m not interested in whatever crap you have to offer.” I nervously decline and turn away. I can feel the cold intent in his stare as it pierces my thick back. The hair stands up on the back of my corded neck.

“What the hell,” I exclaim as he suddenly appears in front of me, off to the right side. “Ho… How did you…?”

“I’ll answer your questions later,” he smirks. “The offer still stands. I know all about you. I know you’ve tried just about everything under the sun, Bradley.”

“How do you know my name?”

“I said no questions until later,” he sternly reiterates. *Click* as he lays the case down and opens it up. “This is the answer to all your questions, Bradley… I know your deepest desires.” He holds up a syringe and needle filled with a glowing red substance.

I stare at it for a minute, hesitant and still aroused from the prospect of growing bigger.

“What is it?”

“Ah… now there’s a question I can answer… but… in order to do that…” the strange man steps forward, removing his black hat and sitting it next to his brief case, “I’ll have to show you first!” He lunges forward with the syringe and slams it into my right pec. I feel a searing pain as he pumps the substance into it. It feels thick and burns as it enters my blood stream.

“What the fuck, dude!” I scream at him and lunge toward him, the syringe still in place as I yank it out. He dodges me as I throw the syringe down on the ground.

“Ah hah ahah…” he cackles sinisterly. “Now the show will begin.”

The veins in my right pec instantly burn with the substance. A throbbing sensation builds and builds as the veins coming from my shoulder into my thick upper portion of my pecs pump up nice and tight against my skin. The throbbing pumps into my chest as the sensation overflows my right pec and spills into my left… My veins continue to fill up with blood and pump to the surface as they form a netting across my thick chest and over into my fat boulder delts.

“What… What’s going on?” I moan… as the sensation becomes erotic. The pressure building in my chest rising, feeling as if it could burst forth any moment. “Unnnn….” I say, now kneading my chest muscles. They feel tight and overpumped, like my earlier lifting session but twice as strong.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Huuhnnnn….” I can only moan as the sensation of pressure builds ever stronger, then suddenly as it feels like I couldn’t take any more pressure, I feel it release and begin flowing into my delts. The pressure builds and moves into my arms spreading further down, filling up from my fingertips and back up to my delts. The pressure building as it pumps the veins up. I flex my arms into a bicep pose, pumping them back and forth, feeling the blood fill each muscle. Flexing my chest as the pump continues to force more blood into them. It feels like an upper body erection, tingly and filled with power.

“You’re gonna love it once it’s finished,” he snickers. “Enjoy the pump… you’ll want more.” And he snaps his fingers, disappearing in a black wisp. The lights flickering in the gym as the strange man evaporates.

“That was weird,” I think out loud, quickly forgetting my circumstances. “Unnnn….” I groan again as the feeling moves up into my thick neck and down into my traps. Pumping and bloating them with more pressure. The most intense pump I’ve felt in a long time. “Damn, this is gonna make me sore if it continues like this….” I say, shrugging my shoulders and neck as I rub the corded muscles. The pressure flows down my back and down the front and past my chest. My abs begin feeling tight… “Mmmph…” I clutch my stomach, feeling the pressure nearly knock the wind out of me. I straighten back up, feeling stiff as the pressure flows down my abs and into my tree trunk thighs.

“God, I hope that bastard didn’t poison me.” Feeling worried yet awestruck, I watch as the veins thicken down from my lower abs and into my groin, stretching downward into my upper thigh muscles. The pressure fills them to the brim as my thighs begin to bloat with this massive full body pump. Catching at the knees, I can feel the pressure building and building until it finally releases, rushing into my calves and down into my feet. The pressure builds across my body as it feels tight and heavy. The skin glistening as sweat pours off my body. I feel my little buddy down below reacting to the full body pump.

“Even you huh…” I moan, reaching my right hand down to my shorts as the pump begins to spread into my groin. I buckle to my knees as my balls feel like they’re boiling. My cock burning as it throbs hard in my shorts. The sensation of getting a hardon more intense… pulsing even as it grows in my pouch.

“Nuh…” I moan as the first full body throb hits. *Throb* “Mmmph” *Throb* I feel my chest heave out… like a deep breath sucked in but never released.

“Oh fuck…” *THROB* My body grows tighter. I feel a weight building in in each of my muscles.

*THROB* *THOB* My upper back heaves and swells up around my neck… I look toward the mirrors in front and to the side. The sight sends shivers down my spine…

I can see my muscles bunching up. The sinews and cords spasm as each throb through out my body causes them to swell ever so slightly. The soreness of an intense workout spreading throughout my body. I stand up on shaky legs, my thighs not used to having so much pressure pumped into them from whatever this strange man did to me… but I am drooling over it.

Standing up straight I can see my veins in my neck bulging like rivers of blood feeding into my traps and down into my shoulders. The veins running down between the bunched up muscle of my delts and biceps and over the huge peak of my biceps. My arms feel tight as I slowly curl them up and down, feeling the muscle continually pump full of tension, finally…

*Throb* *Throb* as both arms now become involved in the intense pumping sensation filling them with more muscle. The fibers spasm and tense hard, pulling my arms slightly bent, then straighten as they relax.

*Throb*

“Oh fuck!” I wince as the throbbing intensifies now as my chest, back, neck, and arms join in muscle bound chorus.

*Throb* *Stretch*

“What the….” I become concerned as the next spasm causes my muscles to swell. Ever so slightly, but swell, nonetheless.

This is the first time I start feeling how tight my upper body feels. My skin red and my shaggy blonde hair soaked in sweat, beads of it running down my thickened neck and over my pressurized pecs.

“Unnnnnhuh… Soooo Tight….” I moan, having a hard time reaching my arms up to grope my thick chest. I begin kneading the muscle hard but unable to penetrate deep enough for relief from the growing tightness in my muscles… “When is it gonna stop… mmmph…” I moan again… *Throb* *THROOOB* this time, the throbbing sensation forces its way down south. Through my abs, past my groin, and into my legs. They begin feeling sore and I can feel the skin tighten up. I look in the mirror as my leg muscles swell slightly from the increased pressure.

“This pump feels like I’m hooked up to an air compressor…” I say, leaning forward now to rub my upper legs.

*Stretch* *Throb*

My thighs suddenly take up more space in my workout shorts, pulling them tight against the muscles. I can feel my upper body *throb* and everything push out again. I feel the weight increasing on my body as it feels like pounds of dense, hard muscle is pumped onto my already bloated frame.

“Unnnhhhuh… Make it stop… Please,” I groan for relief feeling the next *THROOOOB* add a few more pounds…

“Mmmphh.. Fuck. Gotta… mmmph.. see how… hmmm… mmmuch I weigh,” I moan through my throbbing movements as I now waddle to the oversized electronic scale.

Each step feels like my legs feel like a bag of bricks. The tightened skin, across my body, creaking and groaning as my muscles continually *THROB* without end. Each one sending a few more pounds into an already over bloated muscle blimp. Looking in the mirror, I can see my once proud muscles standing out more as the dense cords of muscle pile on thicker and thicker. The definition becoming more pronounced with each pump.

“I’m fucking jacked…” I look on in disbelief approaching the scale. A particularly strong *THROOOOB* brings me back as I feel my muscles tighten, filling with more growth and weight as the mass just piles on…

*Throb* *GROAN*

“Unnnnn…” More mass.

*THROB*

More weight added on as the *Throb* growth “mmmph” gets more intense and closer together…

“Oh….. p…. please….. stoppp… Unnnnnnh… AHHHHHH.” I moan into a yell as the final *THROOOOOOB* continues longer than the rest. I feel the weight dramatically increase as the density of my muscles pack on more mass into an already over inflated muscle blimp. My skin creaking, stretch marks forming at the folds between my delts and pecs, the nipples moving southward as my pecs balloon out in front of me. My thighs getting thicker as they force my shorts to tear at the sides and widen my gait further. My calves looking like over inflated footballs stuffed inside my tortured skin. My back and lats flaring out thick making me look like an aircraft carrier.

“Oh no….ooooooooonnnnnnmmmm…” I moan as my junk feels the filling in my groin. My junk burns with growth as I feel it push outward in all directions. My balls feel like they’re cumming but nothing is coming out. The cum just continues to boil and churn relentlessly. Blue balls having nothing on this. My cock, pushing out in its respectable 7.5-inch glory now stands straight out. My torn shorts having lost the fight and now flutters to the ground as my waist expands slightly, snapping the band. My cock and balls out in the open. Throbbing and pulsing with each pump as it finds a new area to fill up. My cock reddens, veins thickening as they spread across its angry surface. It just keeps filling up with pressure until finally it bursts forth. Thrown into a massive orgasm from my now overbloated orange sized testicles. Each burst of cum pumps more size into my thick cock. *Squack* One shot, *Stretch*. *Splat* Second shot, *STRETCH*… finally my balls seize up hard against the under side of my cock.

“UNNNNNHHHHUH!” I moan loud, reaching down with both hands to my engorged meat, feeling it surge with pressure as the cum races up through my cock. I feel it bulge up the tube and finally stream out. And by stream I mean a continuous river of boiling cum. The pressure increases steadily until my cock feels like its gonna explode. I can now feel it pull my fingers apart, no longer touching as it thickens. A burning sensation fills my cock balloon so erotically that it only intensifies this moment.

*STREEETCH* *CREEEEEAAAAK* as my cock sounds like a balloon squealing before it pops. Overinflated yet still stretching before its inevitable demise. My hand can no longer encircle the girth of its fat length, now needing two hands as it approaches the length of a wine bottle and fattens out to that girth as well. Finally the pressure stops increasing and the cum stops spraying. My cock purple and visibly throbbing with fat veins running around its surface. The head flared out thick as it dry heaves for more.

Tighter, tighter, muscles getting fatter with their bulk, weight piling on intensely as finally the growth subsides. I feel relief spread across my skin as the pressure subsides, leaving only tightness.

“MMmmmmph… h…how am I still in once piece…. Nnnhuh…” I moan, wondering how a man’s body could go through something that intense without his body exploding.

“God I feel so big… So huge… and filled to the brim.” I huff, my eyes closed from the intensity of the situation.

“Mm mph…” I try to look down to inspect the tight sensation spreading throughout my groin, only to be met with pecs at my chin.

“Holy shit…” The reality of my growth finally hits. “I’ve actually gotten bigger…” I look over to the mirror on my left and down to my groin. The wine bottle sized cock and orange size balls filling my sack to near bursting has me excited and scared. But the throbbing in my cock still approves as it continues to bounce up and down with each *thump* of my heartbeat.

*Gulp* I swallow, looking at the electronic scale before me…

“How much…?” I nervously pick up a heavy leg and step onto it. Then the other leg….

“Damn, these things must weigh a 100 pounds each…” I say out loud, exasperated at the heft of my meaty thighs, hams, and calves; feeling as if they are being dragged through deep water while trying to run.

As if to confirm that, the scale suddenly jumps to 102 popunds. I look down. “That’s impossible…” I say, looking at my bulging leg…. One leg…. One fucking leg weighs over 100 pounds.

Next leg and the scale jumps to 320 pounds.

“Fuck me…” I mouth to myself, stumbling backwards as the scale flashes.

“320 fucking pounds and my waist,” the only thing seemingly left nearly out of my muscles bloat fest… grabbing the tape measure, “just over 32 inc…”

I turn to face the mirror. I see the proportions firsthand. My fat muscles have bloated up, leaving my abs more cut and defined, the Adonis belt all bodybuilders strive for. Here on my 32 in waist and 320-pound body of pure masculine power.

“I’m fucking huge. A bodybuilding god.” I eye myself up and down admiring that extreme X shape I have been striving for so long to achieve. Now, with just a simple injection, albeit unwarranted, I have broken the fabled 300-pound barrier with definition a Michelangelo statue would be jealous of.

“He’s right… I do want more…” I say as I waddle out of the gym. A wisp of black smoke following behind me.

“Oh god…. Mmmph…” I moan in bed. Its frame creaking under my weight. “What the hell happened.” I groan, rubbing my forehead as I lay on my back staring up at the ceiling in my apartment.

“Feels like I’ve been hit by a truck… uhg…” I groan again, feeling the weight on my body. “Why does everything feel so heavy?” My arm lands next to me with a heavy bounce. More than I remember. My chest feels huge, lats spreading out behind my back and taking up more space in my once roomy bed.

*Crack* My bed creaks and groans more as I attempt to move. I feel my thighs spread out on my legs; the hams inflated on my back side as my glutes bubble up behind me pressing into the mattress. A weight fills my groin as I feel a tight sensation in my ball sack. My dick pressing hard into the sheet above.

“Shit…nnnnnnhuh…” I huff as I prop myself up, seeing the billowing mass of pecs just below my eyesight. The previous nights’ happenings come rushing back to me.

“Fuck me… It wasn’t a dream.” I say, my hand coming into view as I stare at my meaty forearms; my gaze moving up my arm onto my huge biceps. The veins on my arms are still prominent and pulsing with power.

“These monsters are huge… I could lift a car with these…” I stare, astonished at their size. The muscle in them looks more beautiful in the sunlight of the morning peaking through my bedroom window. I notice how tight my skin feels against every sinew of my body. Staring down, my chin meets my chest. Thick pecs are jutting out several inches.

“Holy shit….” Drool drips down my chin and onto the shelf of my upper pec. The cleavage of my chest deep and striated, the skin folding and rippling as the muscle descends into my breast plate. Dimples form at the edges of my chest near my delts as the skin folds and fights for space with the mass of muscles fighting each other for size. My delts, expanding out like basketballs, ripple with each movement my arms take across my torso. My hands dance across every inch of thick, bloated muscle. I feel my legs squeezing together as my thighs tense.

“This is insane. I… I didn’t think it was possible…” I look over to the mirror stand, and the sight arouses me. I take up more room than before, my thighs nearly hanging off each edge of the bed as their mass jiggles with each movement of my body. I tense them and they explode. The definition breathtaking and arousing. I start flexing my hams and glutes. With each flex, my upright body lifts a few inches from the bed as my glutes explode in size before gently lowering me back down when I relax them. Power flows through every vein as each muscle stares back at me more with more volume and size than before. Then I see it.

“MMMM…. You’re a sexy beast…” I lick my lips as I continue my self-worship in bed. I feel weight building in my groin as my cock begins inflating. I see the massive bulge in the sheets signaling a beast of manhood rising to power. My right hand stops caressing my fat pecs and moves down my cobblestone 8 pack abs and to the throbbing bulge between my legs.

“Oohhh…..” I groan as it makes contact through the sheet.

“Damn… I almost forgot how huge I’ve gotten everywhere…” I moan as my large had grips and squeezes the throbbing semi-erect cock under the sheets. My hand unable to encircle the beast pumping itself up quickly to erection.

“Gotta see it…” My arousal is peaking quickly. My balls throbbing and churning violently as they pulse with the need for release. The sheet is flung off the bed as now both hands grip the thick cock. The girth of a wine bottle. And long, too. The veins crisscrossing its surface, pulsing and feeding this monster baseball bat of a cock between my legs. It reaches up past my navel…

“I gotta see…” I quickly lean over to my nightstand and open the top drawer retrieving my tape measure used for progress. Never needing used for my cock until now. I stretch the tape along the top surface of my dick.

“Oh my… gg..” I can’t even speak.

12 inches long.

“How fucking wide?” I wrap the tape measure around the fat shaft just behind my cockhead where it swells out to its thickest.

3 inches wide…

“Damn…” I drop the tape measure as my hands engulf my throbbing cock.

“Mmmm mmph…” I moan as my hand run up and down slowly, feeling every ridge and vein. My cock its rock hard or harder. No spongey give to its surface as the blood pumping into it fills it up even more. The beast between my legs turning a shade of crimson red as my breathing picks up pace. My balls, churning violently more as I feel the cum swirling around in them…

“NNnhuh…” I groan as I fuck my hands. The fingers spreading apart and coming together as they transverse the swollen bat shaped cock stretching from my groin.

“Here… It comes… nnnnhuh…” I feel my cum factories gurgling as they draw up tight. Pre-cum oozing out like a river as it streams onto my bed…

“Oh damn!” I scream as my hips lock up, glutes flexing, thighs jumping up as my cock goes rigid.

“It’s rude to be jacking off when you have company…”

“What the fuck!” I see the man suddenly appear out of a wisp of black smoke. My cock rigid, spurting a small amount of cum. Relief near as I near explosion.

“Ah ah ah… Let’s not make a mess shall we…” As his finger tip touches my gaping, oozing slit in my cock. The flow of cum suddenly stops as I feel it continue building up in my balls with nowhere to go but continue building.

“NNNNhuh… fuck!” I groan, hunched over as my balls suddenly feel tight. *Glug* *Glug*

“Oh god! What did you do!?”

“I merely stopped you from making a mess of my outfit.” He grins sadistically. “Then again, if you don’t relieve yourself soon, you may end up in a more bloated situation than your muscles Bradley.”

“What do you mean by…” *Creak* *Bloat* “HHHHHuhnnnn…” I moan out loud, my hand reaching down to my balls as they begin feeling overpumped with cum. They begin swelling up as the fluid builds in them.

“Why…Why….?”

“I need you to listen closely…” the man says.

“I’m here because you expressed a deep desire for growth. I’ve even seen it in your dreams. The deepest desires of your mind I have wandered through for years. Think of this as a….” he smirks, “growing opportunity for you.”

“But I’mm…mmmm huh…” I moan as my balls fill up my sack, stretching tight as I feel my skin groan for relief. My balls screaming for release as the pressure builds into pain. I can feel the cum sloshing and gurgling in my balls as they rest heavily in my lap, my thick thighs pushing everything forward “big enough… this is big enough…” I beg to him. “Please let me cum… I feel like I’m gonna explode.”

“Oh my… you look a little backed up there…” He says, getting closer to me, leaning down next to the bed. I can see his hand disappear below my pecs. His fingers contact my balls and I feel them seize up hard, swelling faster now with cum. My balls jiggling in my lap as they violently fill up with more cum than I thought was possible.

“I’ll give you time to think about it… I’ll be back. When I am, prepare for more…” He then snaps his fingers, laughing as he disappears into a cloud of black smoke. My balls having stopped their swelling the second he disappeared. My balls feel heavy and tight. My hands caress and rub the tops of my bloated testicles. I can feel the cum sloshing back and forth. Tingling races up my shaft and through my tight sack. Pre-cum begins pouring out once again.

“Thank goodness…. Nnnmmmm… oh fuck!” I hunch over as my balls contract hard. A building pressure shoots through my cock as a white blast shoots out of my fat dick. My balls having squeezed their contents out at once. The spray going everywhere coating my chest, face, abs, and lap; pooling up in my bed. The spray slows down as it streams out then dribbles to slow drip. My cock dry heaving, my body still in the throes of orgasmic bliss.

“Damn… mmph… I’m gonna need new sheets after this…” Breathing heavily as my cock slowly deflates. My sack stretched out from my balls’ inflation of cum; now having room to accommodate their large orange size, even as they retain their inflated girth.

I swing my heavy legs over the side of my bed. With a loud *thud* they make contact with the floor, my lamp and loose items shaking from the impact. My oversized tree trunk legs jiggle as their muscle absorbs the impact.

“Mmmm… everything still feels tight…” I groan, feeling a stiffness in my muscles. Aching and throbbing from their recent growth. The skin pulls with each movement as it stretches over the expanse of my body’s bloated girth.

“Time to freshen up… mmph…” I grunt as I push myself upright onto my legs. Standing, I feel the weight bearing down from my neck into my inflated calves. My cock and balls pushed forward obscenely from the amount of muscle packed onto my legs, leaving me standing wider than I was 90 pounds ago.

*thud* *thud* *thud* With heavy footfalls I laboriously lumber into my bathroom. Stopping and staring at the shower, noticing how small it looks in comparison to my inflated physique. I look to my right, my pecs protruding monstrously away from my chest, the first thing to enter a room now. I tense them as they inflate further, burying themselves up into my chin. No room to expand further before locking my neck out straight up and down. I relax as they fall back down heavily, bouncing from the sheer force of gravity yanking on the sinews of muscles. I feel my skin stress as the sudden force, pulling near my delts. My boulder shoulders narrowly missing the shower door frame as I lean in to turn on the water.

*Woosh* Warm water cascades from the showerhead. I squeeze myself sideways in through the shower door. As I adjust myself facing the shower, steamy water cascading down the front side as it pours like a river through the valley of pec cleavage and the cobblestone abs adorning my torso, I feel my thick shoulders grazing the sides of the glass and shower wall.

“Damn… I’m gonna need a bigger house if he blows me up any further…” Thinking back to what the mysterious stranger had said in the bedroom. I nervously wash every bloated inch muscle packed skin, bouncing off the walls and glass as my hulking frame fills the space in the shower beyond capacity. Getting out was a squeeze as I move through the shower door. My muscles red and seemingly swollen from the heat as they become relaxed by the massaging nature of the shower. It takes four towels to completely dry my enormous body. 320 pounds of pure, wet, sagging under its own weight muscle. The slight pump stretches my skin more as I feel a different tightness across my body. Everything expanded slightly as I finished my morning routine. I squeeze back into my bedroom to find some workout clothes.

“Nothing fits anymore!” I groan. The realization of bursting from my workout gear the night before arousing me. My chubby bloats up further. Thick and heavy, straining against gravity.

“Now now… I gotta save this tension for our workout…” I gently rub and grope the bloated masses between my legs.

I settle on an oversized pair of basketball shorts. Once baggy, now stretched over my thick thighs and butt. My underwear becoming Lyrica boardshorts, the only thing able to support the wine bottle sized dick and orange sized balls.

I can still feel my muscles hanging heavily off of my frame. Every movement sends a shockwave through them as they absorb every footfall and collision with the ground and themselves, fighting for space in my now skintight body. I feel shrink wrapped as the muscle moves heavily underneath my skin.

“God I feel tight…” I complain as I sit down in my truck, the springs creaking from the increased weight of my body… “If I just workout, maybe it’ll alleviate all this.” I turn the engine over as it cranks up. My truck, struggling with the additional 90lbs, gets going down the road. Every bump jiggles my bloated frame. Veins, still swollen on the surface, press into the tight clothing. My tank top stretches across my traps and pushed out at the sides by my thick lats and back muscles before tapering down to my 32-inch waist.

I arrive at the Pump House Gym. It’s not as crowded there. The sky overcast and a bit chilly from the change in the seasons. Fall has arrived finally. October just starting in as Halloween approaches around the corner.

“I gotta think of something for the party….” I lumber my way into the gym, and an audible ‘What the hell happened to you’ comes to my ears as soon as I enter.

“Hey David! What’s up?!” I say, waving a thick meaty arm to him.

“Geez! It looks like you’ve been hooked up to an air hose!”

“Ha… But do these look bloated and soft to you?” I grin as I curl my arm up, the definition piercing through my skin as I feel it groan. The vein on my bicep engorging more from the sudden pump. I feel everything become more sensitive as my body prepares for round 1 of muscle torture.

“You got me there! But… how? It wasn’t two days ago that I saw you? No way you’ve grown that much!”

“Maybe you just haven’t been paying a lot of attention…”

“Who couldn’t miss you! You’re a walking muscle blimp!” *Slap* as he smack my thick shoulder. “You were right, nothing soft about it!”

“Well, believe it. Guess my body is responding faster than I thought it would to this two a day session.” I shrug, then bounce my thick pecs up and down emphasizing their might.

“Damn, I swear. Whatever you’re on this time keep it up, maybe you’ll be big enough for me then.” He winks.

“Any bigger and I might just pop!” I jokingly say as the remark reminds me of how tight and thick everything feels on my body. I’m still not used to this size and weight yet. I walk away chuckling…

I step over to the scale to confirm my weight… “Yep. Still 320 pounds.” And every bit as astonished as I was the night before. “Time to start off with some warmup running…”

I start off on the tread mill. It groans as I start lightly jogging… each footfall pounds loudly as the machine’s belts groan with so much weight on it. I’m sweating profusely now, my leg muscles still feeling heavy and tight as they pump up from this warmup.

“I think you better cool it on the tread there bud,” I hear David pipe in as he hits cool down.

“Why?” I look down. I’ve been running for 30 minutes… “Holy shit!” I realize how thick my thighs feel as my butt and calves expand outward as well. My shorts have ridden up above my knees as the tear drops of my thighs expand outward.

“Can’t have you burst your short seams in here. As much as I’d find that appealing, I can’t. And that…. Oh my go…” his mouth drops open as I turn to him. Apparently my legs aren’t the only thing pumped up. My bulge has risen up slightly, showing what appears to be two potatoes and an eggplant stuffed in them.

“I guess my muscles aren’t the only thing growing.” I wink at him, then walk over to do some arm curls. My bulge presses hard into the seat as I sit down. My arms respond to the weight, instantly pumping up insanely huge. I can feel the skin physically stretching to accommodate the additional size added to them. Next comes squats, my shorts are tight but at least the Lycra is stretchy enough to handle my bloated muscles. My thighs, butt, and hams instantly inflate as the weight is lifted. I can now squat nearly 500 pounds easily. Before, this was my one rep max but now it seems effortless. I feel the heaviness of my legs disappear as the strength returns. My muscles getting used to something heavier as their new normal rep range expands.

“I wonder how much stronger I’ve gotten?” I say, smirking cockily in the mirror as I flex my legs, the seam screaming on my shorts. I can see tanned flesh peeking through the fabric.

Moving onto bench presses, I load up the plates. David lurking in the background, drooling over my bloated muscle. Every detail visible from afar as my muscles expand their definition against my tight skin. Every vein surfacing as they form a roadmap of muscle growth. A webbing of growth inducing blood flowing into every inch of my heavy body.

“Come spot me!” I yell over to him. There’s just us, no one else. Loaded with nearly 300 pounds on the bar, it bending from the weight. Lay down, my back now spills over the sides of the bench as it creaks. I arch my back and pinch my thick shoulder muscles together.

“Mmph… Ah!” I lift, grunting as the weight slowly lifts from the bench.

“Damn, dude!” David is standing behind me. I see the tent in his shorts growing. He’s staring down at my pecs, his hands prepared to catch the bar if I fail. I lower it to my chest, then push hard. My normal one-rep max, now glides heavily yet smoothly up and down. I can feel the blood pouring into my chest as each push pumps for into them. I can feel the muscle inflating with size as I continue pumping out rep after rep.

“Are… are your pecs growing?” David, now with a full blown hard on, one had disappearing into his shorts. Slack jawed as my pecs bloat up further with size.

“Ah!” *Clank* As I rerack the weight. Standing up, sweat dripping down like a river. My tank top having succumbed to my muscle pecs. Torn in the from as my front delts have swollen into my pecs, the skin creaking and, weirdly squeaking somewhat from the strain of my pecs pulling at them cleavage between my delts and chest. My pecs feel overfull and shine in the bright lights of the gym.

“Dude… you’re definitely big enough….” David says.

“Yea… you’re right…” I moan. Rubbing my sore, burning muscles and skin on my chest. The surface of them red and soaked. The fur on my chest, short yet coating in a light dusting, shows the perspiration on my chest. I’m breathing heavily. I feel heavy. My chest moans from the exertion.

“This gives me an idea.” David pipes up! “You know the Halloween party costume you’ve been having trouble with?”

“Yea.”

“Why don’t you go as Bane?”

“That’s a great idea… but I think I’d have to get a lot bigger for that…” I roll my eyes. Not really wanting to go to this thing anyways.

“I can definitely help with that…” A sinister voice appears behind me…

“Shit…” My heart sinks remembering the promise this dude made.

“Well well well… Enjoying the muscles?”

“I sure am…” I answer back turning and revealing the strange man. Hands filled with syringes of the red substance.

“Wh… who is that?” David asks nervously.

“Oh, I’m just about to let Bradley make his final decision. I know that what you want is… probably not in Bradley’s mind right now.” His raspy voice chuckles.

“What do you mean?”

“You did say you’d want him bigger did you not?”

“David, just ignore him….”

“Quiet!” the man snaps.

“I… I yea. Sure. But… I don’t see how…”

“Not your decision to make anyways. Just thought I’d probe your interests a bit.” He chuckles again, then turns to me. “Made your decision?”

“Well, not exactly… I…”

He interrupts me with his hand. “I’m disappointed in you Brad. I thought you wanted to get huge?” He drags one needle across the surface of my tight pecs. The scrape is erotic. A tingly feeling spreads from my neck and down, lodging itself into the base of my cock as it begins to throb. My arousal intensifying.

“I… I… umm…” I struggle with my arousal. I know he has something to do with this like he did in the bedroom.

“Ah… someone is letting his ‘little’ dick make the big decisions this time… I’ll take that—” He points to my growing erection. “—as a yes.” He grins.

He takes the first syringe and stabs me in the chest with it… I’m not fast enough to dodge. Before I recover from the first, he stabs me again. This time just above my belly button. Two more into my thighs, one for each leg. Finally, he pulls the waist band down revealing the base of my growing cock…

“And this one should be particularly pleasing…” He looks to David. “… to you.” He then jams the last one into the base of my cock.

“Ahhh hahaha…” he cackles. “Enjoy your growing body!” He disappears into a black wisp.

“David… yo.. you need to call for help.” I groan, feeling the mounting pressure building across my body like before. This time, more intense as the substance spreads throughout my body.

“I…I … What…” David is dumbstruck.

“Oh god!” *Throb* As my muscles begin throbbing. Each pulse feels more intense than the last. *Throb* *Throb* *Creak* my skin stretches as my muscles begin bloating up further.

“Oh damn make it stop!” As the pressure builds and builds. I feel my skin burning as every vein inflates to huge pipes. I feel them burning and throbbing as they feed more growth. My heartbeat quickens as the pump grows more intense. I can feel every pound of muscle added as it piles onto my already overinflated frame.

*Rip* as my shorts and tank give out. My chest has begun filling my field of view. My traps encompassing my neck as it too thickens and disappears into the expanse of my upper back. My lats blow up and out as stretch marks begin popping across the surface of my body…

“This is insane!” David comes over to me. My body tingles with the growth as my muscles pack on more size. Each throb bloats them up further. I feel tighter and tighter as the muscle strains to grow even more! My cock, harder than ever, begins *throb* pumping up and down as the growth continues on.

“Make it stooooop….” I groan as my body creaks from the massive growth of muscles. *THROB* *THROB* My muscles inflate further. My thighs having filled the space between my legs, my stance no longer able to wide. My legs give out from the sheer weight…

“When’s it gonna stop! You’re gonna explode!” David yells, frantically.

“I know! OOOOOOnnnnnnn…” I moan, matching the moaning coming from my body as I collapse onto my back. The impact rattles the weight machines and cracks a couple of mirrors. I feel a massive weight building between my legs. My balls are filling up with cum fast. I can feel the sack stretching to accommodate the size of my balls. They rise up over my thighs as everything spreads out on the gym floor. I can only groan and feel the tightness increasing across my body as everything expands. The weight on my chest now making it hard to breath.

“You… you need to take cover. I’m not sure how much more I can take!” I moan to David… his eyes transfixed on my bloated surface. “Am.. am I big enough for you?”

“More than enough…” David leans forward, grabbing my wine bottle thick cock as it now begins pumping up in size. The tightness spreading through my groin.

*Throb* *Creak* *Stretch* As my body continues to swell with pure muscle. I feel like a beached whale. Unable to move as the muscles prevent me from even lifting an arm. Swelling to absolute girth. My cock, covered in thick veins now, burns with growth as the skin stretches across its surface. I hear cracking as the tiles below me become stressed under my increasing body.

“Nnnnhuh!” *GROAN* *CREAAK* as a leathery, ballooning, stretching sound cries out from my body. My muscles quiver with each throb as they’re force fed into oblivion. The soreness becoming unbearable erotic as everything bloats.

My balls have grown so fat with cum that they overflow my lap. They spill over the side of my thighs as they expand and jiggle with each throb of my growth. My cock has expanded into thick monster. Stretch marks and rivers of pre-cum run along its surface. It’s as thick as my volleyball calves and still expanding outward. It becomes girthy as the length gains begin slowing down. The pain and pleasure mixing in my groin as my balls begin quivering as well. I feel an explosive orgasm building but with no escape.

“David! David!” I try to get his attention as he continues groping and worshipping every fat inch of my bloated muscular body. I feel no pain, only pleasure as the pressure no mounts up. My muscles continuously quiver as the throbbing attempts to grow them more.

*Pop* “AHHHH!” I feel a pain spread across my chest as my skin stress more under the pressure. My pecs swell up, blocking my view even further as my chin becomes lodged. My traps begin creeping up the back of my head as my face and head slowly begin disappearing into my muscle bound body. My cries for help from David become muffled.

“Mm… MMMMMMM!” I try my best as the growth creeps along. My body is heavy, breathing is becoming nearly impossible as the weight of my body bears down. I can hear the throbbing in my ears through the muscles that have engulfed me.

“OH SHIT!” I hear muffled shouts coming from Bradley as I come back to reality after feeling every tight inch of his body.

“You’re making some weird noises…” I try backing away as the mountain of muscles fills the room. The blob of muscle that he’s become has begun pressing into the machines, knocking some of them over as his body continues to pack on muscle. I can see the muscle sinews through the paperthin skin. Each muscle still retains their definition as they fight for space on his bloated frame…

*GROAN* *CREAK* As his body suddenly expands, pushing outwards.

“NNNNNNNNNNMMMMMmmm…” I hear his muffled groans from him… not sure if he’s in pain or giving into the pleasure of growing out of control…

“Glorious isn’t it, David?”

“What… What did you do to him…?” I say to the man who’s suddenly appeared.

“Just what Bradley desired… to be the biggest man alive,” he says with a smirk. “You’d better take cover… I don’t think he can take much more…” he disappears into a black whisp….

“MMMM….. MMMMMMMMMMM…..” *GROOOOOOAAAAAAN* *BLOOOOOOOOAAAAAT* *CREAAAAKKKK*

I turn to the muffled screams of Bradley’s musclebound monster body. His cock purple his balls, vein covered and seemingly ripe to explode. I see cum spraying out of his quivering dick as it swells up. The cock head engulfs the slit, sealing off any escape for cum building up in his beanbag chairs size balls.

“Holy shit.” I start backing away from the quivering, muscle bound monster before me. Bradley no longer exists but as a swelling mass of pure man. His balls swell, groaning as the cum builds up in them. The sack showing signs of giving out as the stretch marks audibly burst across its surface. His abs having retained their blocky shape, even as they’ve expanded into solid thick bricks.

*GROAN* *GROOOOOAAAAN* *CREAAAAAAK* His body swells a final time as I dive behind the counter….

“mmmmmm…. MMMMMMMM…mmmm….” Then silence… and a long stretching sound. I peer into the mirror behind the desk as the man suddenly stops swelling….. groaning and creaking as the muscle mass quivers. His body involuntarily trying to move…

I can only imagine the pressure Bradley must be feeling.

I slowly make my way out from behind the desk, admiring the massive man now immobilized by his desire to get huge.

“Mmmmmmm……” *CREAAAAAAAAK* The massive pile of muscle slowly begins quivering and swelling more. I run to the exit just in time as they mass of man explodes in a white flash. Cum going everywhere.

“So, tell me what happened?”

“Okay, officer….” I say. “There was this guy, and he injected him with something… multiple times!” I explain, getting aroused. “Then my buddy’s body just started swelling with massive amounts of muscle. I though he was gonna blow up! I tried to help him but there was nothing I could do! He just kept piling on more muscle and cock size and his balls kept churning. It was incredible! But scary…. It was like a fantasy turned into a nightmare…”

“I see… anything else?” the officer asked.

“Nooo… but… he’s gonna be okay right? I mean, it can’t be healthy with all that bloated muscle….”

“As far as the medical examiner is concerned, aside from your friend’s extreme muscular hypertrophy, he’s perfectly fine. He’s definitely gonna be sore…. that’s for sure. I know I would be if my muscles started bloating up as fast as his did.” The officer adjusts his pants as a significant bulge forms.

“Johnny! Get a crane over here! We got another one!”

“Another one?” I ask.

“Yeah, it’s been happening quite bit recently. This is the most extreme case we’ve seen to date though.”

“We need to be careful with him…” The medical examiner comes over. The muscular stud wearing glasses piques my interest. “He’s still in one piece but if we move him too much, I’m afraid he might…”

“Pop?”

“Yea… Pop.” We all shiver…. “It’s remarkable though… He’s still looks muscular and not bloated. All of it is just… exaggerated. Other than that he’s healthy as can be…”

“Will you be able to shrink him?”

“Not by much but he may be able to regain mobility. He’s gonna require a lot of food to keep him sustained for the rest of his life though.”

“We need to find this bastard before he really does pop a man… This one nearly went too far…”

“Crane’s here!”

“All right, strap ‘im down!”

I stare on as they begin lifting Bradley’s bloated muscular body. Camera crews here to report the latest on the freak’s latest victim. Someone who got greedy and made a deal that ultimately made them into a real-life fantasy before turning them into their worst nightmare.

Everyone gasps at the sight. As the beginnings of tanned bloated flesh make their way into the sunlight, glistening from the inflated muscles stretching the skin, the crane creaks from the nearly 1500 pounds of man meat being lowered onto the flat bed. Over sized load having been labeled on it as Bradley’s body groans and creaks from the shift. His lats and back muscles, thighs, and calves spill over slightly from the flatbed. Everyone looks on as the bloated musclebound monster gets hauled of to some unknown facility to be treated.

“I wonder where that stranger is off too…”

“Where’s Kevin? Wasn’t he supposed to be Hercules?”

As the music thumps in the background. Everyone’s costumes are on point tonight for my Halloween party.

“I don’t know but this is wicked!”

At Kevin’s house.

“Kevin… it’s time to choose….”

“All right…” Kevin says in his deep baritone… his muscles bulging on his short frame. “I’ll take it…”

“Goood….” The man jabs the needle into Kevin’s muscular chest.

“Hope you’re prepare to grow….” As he cackles and disappears into a black whisp.

“Damn… this stuff burns…. Nnnnnnnnhuh…..” he moans, as his body begins to thicken. Groaning sounds coming from his stretching skin as he becomes the next victim.

“What is going on… getting soooo big… tooooo full!” As Kevin turns into a swelling pile of muscle on the floor of his apartment; muscles groaning from the intense pressure building within his expanding frame.

A distant cackle ripples in the night as the stranger goes to find his next muscle-hungry victim.

*Splash* I dive in, swimming another lap. My heart pounds as I race against the timer. I lap the wall at the opposite end and begin my strokes back to the starting point.

*Stroke*

Closer and closer I get as the timer keeps going…

*Stroke* *Stroke*

I’m nearing the end of the lap.

*Stroke*

*TWEEEEEEET* TIME! as the whistle is blown.

I finish, lapping the end of the pool. I huff in the water and look up…

“YES!” I raise a fist up as I climb out of the pool, my lithe muscular 6ft 2in frame dripping water down my body as it cascades over my protruding pecs, wing-like lats, and long thick thighs.

“Jake has won in record time! Bullrun University has a new swim meet champion! At only 19 years old, he has taken the time from the previous champion, Marcus!” The crowd cheers loudly as hoots and wails and whistles echo off of the gyms Olympic sized swimming pool walls. The gym, newly acquired after last year’s accident with some hot-headed muscle-bound freak, now is operated by the University.

After the meet, the team heads into the shower room. The swimmers from the other teams following suite as they slap each other on the back, congratulating each other and myself for a good meet at the newly built Olympic style swimming pool.

“Hey hey, there’s the man!”

“Yeah, you human bullet!”

“Hey guys,” I say to my friends Josh and Paul.

“So, I was thinking, ya know. Let’s all go out and celebrate.”

“Yeah! Let’s do it…!”

“I dunno guys,” I say, rubbing the back of my head. My bicep bunches up as my arm moves up and down.

“Come on!” Josh groans.

“Yea! There’s this new strip club in town…”

“There’ll be lots of ladies for you, mister swim meet champion!”

“Guys, I’m kinda tired ya know…” I say nervously, not really wanting to expose myself yet to some stripper ladies… Although, a nice pair of breasts in my face would be good… My brain cogs are turning as I try to find an out.

“Really dude… don’t bail on us!”

“Yeah! It’ll be totally sweet! A bunch of half-naked women…”

“Guys really, I have to get home. My parents are waiting for me and I already told ’em I’d celebrate with them.”

“Oh. Fine… suite yourself… Come on Josh, let the man celebrate with his fam… we will just have the ladies to ourselves!” They walk away, shoving one another and disappear.

“Well… I for one know why you don’t want to go,” a sneering voice echoes.

I groan…

“Not now Marcus,” I reply to the jackass.

“It’s because of that tiny bullet and two bb’s in your speedo… Makes everything smooth in the water, doesn’t it?” he says, as he saunters toward myself. His speedo is bulging with what looks like a thick cucumber and two large eggs, the fabric pulled taut as every detail is visible right down the flared head and thick, throbbing veins.

“You couldn’t wear something less revealing…” I snap back at him…

“You’re one to talk,” he says as he shoves my shoulder forcefully. “Seeing as, you have nothing to hide…” He laughs at the comment… “See ya around, ‘Bullet’!” He waves as he turns, his package bobbling about as he swaggers away.

“Jackass…” I say to myself. Now, at least I’m the only one in the shower hall.

I remember it’s getting late. “I better hurry up and get home… it’s getting late…” I strip down out of my speedo. My 2-inch softie flops out as my grape-sized balls hug tightly to my groin. I look in the mirror and sigh… taking my and imagining what it would be like to have a truly magnificent cock and huge, bubbling balls of cum.

I turn on the shower and step into the stall. I slowly begin lathering up my muscular swimmers’ frame. Spending a short amount of time on my body, I work my way to my little problem.

“Why couldn’t you have grown a few more inches in puberty…” I sigh, as I begin stroking it with soapy hands. With the other hand I begin fondling my grape sized nuts. The sack sags a bit in the heat of the shower but only an inch or two, nothing special. My cock hardens to its 4-inch length and 1-inch width.

“Damn it… mmph…” I grunt as my balls pull up tight, preparing to unleash their load. “I’m not even a fucking grower… mmmph!” I grunt again as my hips kegel forward, my eyes closing as I imagine my cock growing longer and thicker in my hands, my balls swelling with so much cum they feel like they could explode! Then…

“AAAAhhhhnnnnn!!!!” I groan loudly as my cock spews forth my balls’ contents. It’s forceful, but it is only a few small drips…

“Mmmphhh…” I huff as I look down at the small amount of spooge I can produce. “How is it I can have a muscular body but not a package to match or exceed it?” I begin washing my body off from the shower as the small spooge puddle melts into the shower drain below. As I’m washing myself off, I hear noises.

“Hello?” I call out as I hear distant footsteps… they get closer… I turn around to the curtain behind me as a shadow appears on the other side and the smell of smoke fills the shower hall.

“Hey… this stall is ta… ta… taken…” I stammer out as a warning. A hand, reaching for the shower curtain, grabs it and the shower curtain is quickly yanked open…

“Hello… Bullet!” A cackling voice comes from the man in the leather jacket. His leather hat looks singed. His smile reveals yellow teeth as the cigar in his mouth continues smoking, the red glow of its burnt end pulsing with each puff he takes.

“uh.. uh… W… who are you…” I stammer again, my body frozen in place as the odd man sneers at me…

“I’m here to help you…” He looks down.

“Now I see why they call you Bullet. Ahhahaha!” He laughs a cackling laugh.

“Did.. did.. Marcus put you up to this…? Rhat jackass…” I start.

“Nope. Not at all… ya see, I’ve noticed you for a loooong time now… And I’ve seen the way you—” He pauses and looks down at my surprisingly throbbing cock. “—envy the other guys on the team. You’ve always craved their… gift… something you wish you had gotten more of in puberty, mmmm?”

“Ye… yes… but what does that have to do with you being here…?”

He shushes me. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

“What does that mean?” I look at him perplexed. My mind is going a mile a minute, wondering if this creeper is going to murder me.

“Here… why don’t I just… show you!” he yells as he snaps his fingers and disappears in a wisp of black smoke.

“What was that all about…?” I wonder to myself, thinking I’m hallucinating from the combination of hot steam and fatigue or something. “I’ve been in the shower too lo—” I turn the water off, then I feel it.

“What the fuck…”

An intense throbbing is pulsing through my groin as my 4-inch prick resumes its rampage…

“You’re ready for round two, I guess.” I look down as my cock throbs. The veins are pulsing on its surface. “What the fuck…”

*THROB* as my cock pulses and swells like a balloon. It reddens as it creeps thicker and longer.

“What the hell is going onnnnnhuhhhnnnn….” I’m stopped by another intense *THROB*.

My dick bloats up again. I place a hand on its searing surface. Pain is building in my cock as it continues to pulse with each heartbeat. It’s bobbing and swelling as my hand kneads its surface… I head out of the shower and to the mirror in the room. I stand in front of it…

“NNnnnhuh… fuck!” I groan loudly as my cock inflates as if it is hooked up to pump!

*SWELL* *BLOAT* As my cock gurgles and stretches forward. If feel blood gushing into it… my hand rubbing up and down its sore surface. Veins running along my shaft thicken and stretch. I feel my skin pulling tight as my cock begins resembling a bright red sausage. It pumps up fatter and longer as my hand begins spreading apart…

“Fuck me…”

“Oh, I wish I could!” the cackling voice returns… “However, I have more victims to attend to.”

“What did you do to me? Nnnnhuh…”

*STREEEEETCH* As my cock bloats up in size more. Blood spilling into my once small prick. The skin, shiny as it stretches tightly across my cocks ballooning surface…

“Nothing you didn’t already want. Just remember, size does matter…” he snarls with a filthy smile and disappears into a cloud of black smoke once again. His cackling voice is replaced by a leathery stretching sound—coming from my own crotch.

“OHhhhhhh. Ffuuuuuck!” I groan. I’m half crying, half moaning as my cock now throbs more violently… it continues filling up with blood as it stretches forth. My skin is growing tighter and shinier as it stretches along with my now above average sized cock… I feel its girth growing fatter as it swells behind my mushroom capped head. My cock is turning purple as it overfills to the point it feels like it’s gonna burst…

Then I feel a throbbing in my balls. They pull up tight as my body goes into orgasmic overdrive…

“Fucking help me! Please stop, it’s gonna explode!” I scream as my cock swells from the intense pressure filling my balls…

I’m groping and squeezing my tight cock. It’s no longer swelling but growing tighter and tighter. Then…

“DAMnnn… nnnnnhuh…” I drop to my knees. My balls begin gurgling as they feel like they’ve been kicked. The feeling makes me sick, only to be overwhelmed with pleasure. They begin gurgling a glorping their way up in size….

Fuck…. They swell with each pulse my cock sends a wave of pre-cum. Each spurt is bigger than my normal load. My cock violently lurches up and goes purple and hard as concrete. More veins rise to the surface as my balls violently swell, stretching my sack. They approach the size of large eggs, feeling as if they’re gonna burst…

“Aaaaaahhhh!” I scream in pleasure as my balls squeeze tightly, they swell up more as finally!

*SPLAAAAT* *GLORCH* My cock erupts in torrent of white hot cum. It hits the mirror 5 feet away as what feels like a gallon of cum rushes from my burning cock and balls.

The orgasm stops as my sore cock begins deflating.

“What… mmmmph… the fuck… was that?” I huff, out of breath. Marveling at the sight of my stretched out, bloated cock and egg-sized balls now stretching my sack down my thighs…

I begin standing on shaky legs… my now oversized cock droops low and thick in its soft state. My egg sized balls pulse as cum begins churning again in their over productive state.

“Damn… this thing is huge!” I reach down, wrapping my hand around the 2¼” thick shaft, red and swollen from the abuse it just endured. I look in the mirror and my jaw drops.

“I can’t believe it. My cock… it’s a monster.” I lift up the long thick shaft as it drapes over my hand. It starts pulsing slightly as it chubs up from the sight I see. My balls, thick round and full of cum once again sagging low in their newly stretched out sack. I grab my briefs as I hurry to head home.

“Fuck… these are damn tight,” I say as I pull them up, looking like I’ve stuffed a softball and two very large eggs as my balls are feeling overly full again, I can feel them pressing against the fabric more and more as the pressure continues building in them. “Nnnnnnhuhnnn…” I moan as they pulse and press against the fabric tighter, their outline swelling out either side of the mass of flesh balled up in the center. I rub the side of it as it stretches forward, the leg holes showing more and more flesh as everything swells slightly from arousal.

“I better get home before I burst out of these…” I say, waddling out the door as my package bounces and sways. Nothing on but my briefs and my shirt, my shorts unable to accommodate the swollen package jiggling with each step. It feels as if I have a hot water balloon filled to bursting stuffed down my underwear.

“Fuck… me… it’s about time…” I say as I pull into the garage… the drive home was unbearable as the sun nears its end in the evening sky. The glow of the low hanging sun peeking through the garage window casting a bulging ball sized mass onto the floor.

*Throb* “Nnnnuhnnn.. damn…” My balls and cock bloat with arousal in anticipation of release. My cock, not hard but looking just as big as it did when it nearly exploded at the showers earlier, throbs painfully in my thinly stretched briefs.

*Creak* *Pop* as another swelling throb forces the threads in my briefs to stretch to their breaking point.

I hurry into my empty house, my package bouncing painfully up and down as my balls throb for release.

I get to my room and close the door. My cock surges forth with a massive erection inducing *THROB*. The veins visibly pulsing along its fat length through the fabric of my now shear briefs. I lean down, the massive bulge bumping me in the face as I reach to pull the briefs down. I tug and with a massive *RIP* the fabric tears as it falls to the floor. My cock, swelling from its confines, inflates painfully fast as blood gushes into its massive girth. The dirigible expanding from my groin slaps hard into my abs as it swells above my navel. It falls back down with a hefty, painful bounce as its surface tightens. I can feel it surging with each heartbeat as it continues to harden more. I wobble over to get my tape measure as I feel my cock swelling deep between my legs.

“Fuck how big are you now?” I moan as I stretch the tape along the length of my inflated prick. It tops out 11” long. “Fuck that’s too big!” I moan, my legs shaking from the intense pressure building in my cock. My cock, a fleshy blood-filled balloon, throbbing violently as it pulses with the desire to grow. I stretch the tape around the shaft.

I drop the tape…. 2¾” wide…

“What the hell…” I reach for my cock, both hands needed now to encircle the fat surface of its bloated self. My cock so bloated and full it feels ready to explode once again. That desire to cum building with the pressure in my now, pool ball sized nuts. They’ve become so big, they distended my sack to its limit. The veins themselves pulsing their net like appearance across my stressed nutsack.

“I need to cum…” I groan, my hands again working the surface of my cock, fingers spreading apart as the pre-cum running down now gives extra slide to the veiny surface of my cock. My balls are looking dangerously full. The pressure builds in my cock and balls as a sharp pang erupts across the surface of my dick.

“No no no! Don’t grow anymore!” I groan looking on as my cock swells one final inch forward and outward to 3” wide. I can feel the stretch creeping along as if leather were being stretched. My balls swelling to the size of grapefruits, audibly stretching my sack to its limit as my hips lock out and my fat bull nuts bounce off my thighs…

“FUCK!”

*CASPOLORCH* An erupting hydrant-full of pressurized cum fires from my dick. Each throb feels as though it’s about to rip my cock apart. My groin is so tight and full that the force of my orgasm makes the veins in my lower abdomen stand out, as if to show the river of growth inducing power rushing in to keep the ballooning junk inflated to its bursting point. My cum geyser dies down as its flow rate shrinks to a few burps. Each burp of final cum bigger than my previous orgasm at the shower after my first growth…

“Hhhmmmph… I finally stop dry heaving from my cock… the orgasm disappearing as my cock slowly deflates. I can feel the burning along its surface as well as in my fat orbs laying heavily on my thick thighs. I rub my junk as they ache deeply from the latest growth…

Reaching for my tape measure again, I measure its soft state. 7” soft and 2”thick.

“How much bigger will it get…?” I wonder, pulling on some sleeping briefs. The bulge obscene but contained in my compression briefs. The bulge in the mirror, looking stuffed to the max, bounces around as I walk to my bed.

Suddenly I feel very tired. “I’ll clean that up in the morning,” I say, laying down looking at the lake of cum pooling on my floor. Drifting off to sleep, the faint smell of cigar smoke wafting into my dreams as my package settles heavily on my lap, my balls pressing against the sides and my cock, slowly bloating up bigger as I drift off to sleep.

“Ohhhhnnnn shit…” I moan, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. A moist, fleshy weight growing between my legs as the mass in my groin rests heavily on my thighs. I shift in my bed, turning over and feel the mass of my cock and balls shift heavily as they plop onto the mattress, my briefs creaking as it is pulled from my body.

“It wasn’t a dream…” I say, moving the covers away revealing my grey briefs stuffed to the max, my balls pressing against either side of the fleshy tube mounded up in the front. It spreads out like dough on the mattress. Its weight feels phenomenally heavy and erotically moist from all the pre-cum that has seemed from my overloaded balls.

“I need to empty these things.” I reach down and rub the side of my balls, my cock lurching in anticipation. “Mmmmmm soooo full.” I swing a leg over the side of the bed, my package dragging across the bed sheets. Coming to the edge, it slides off and pulls my briefs down with it. My thick root exposed as my cock grows heavier and heavier from my arousal. The cock ballooning fast in as it stretches, pulsating as it lurches forward and outward as if it’s being pumped full of water. I can feel the blood gushing into it as my heavy balls thicken and drop lower with heavy cum.

“Geez… This is too much…” I stand up, a sudden urge to piss hits me hard as my cock and balls get dragged along. Every step I take to my bathroom is killing me. Each bump of my thighs against my balls sends a shiver down my spine, lodging itself into the base of my fat dick.

“All right, let’s not rip another pair…” I look at the now melon-sized bulge jutting obscenely ahead of my meaty pecs. Reaching down, my briefs quake and groan from the seams as I peel away the taut fabric. My cock and balls *smack* flop down heavily, the veins creeping thicker onto the surface as it prepares to stand at full mast. My hand reaches down to my 2¼” thick shaft, hefting it up to aim at the toilet bowl.

*Splash* The first wave of relief rushes into my bladder. *Whoosh*

Flushing the toilet, my balls quickly remind me of how full they are by audibly glorping. I feel them churn heavily against my thighs as they shift in my tight sack. A large glob of pre-cum pours out of my now thickening cock and splashes into the toilet…

“Yeah… nice and big…” I look on with lust as my cock hardens into the steel pole of flesh. Leaking pre-cum, I head back to the room to get the tape measure.

“You pumped up bigger last night,” I tell it, remembering back to my last experience. My cock is inflating as if it were hooked up to a water pump. “Fuck me, are you sore…” I say, walking back with tape in one hand and the other rubbing up and down my thicken shaft. The veins growing fatter as my cock breathes in and out, swelling and relaxing with each powerful beat of my heart. My cock feels slightly thicker and thicker with each bloating swell as I lay the tape measure across the expansive flesh.

“Fuck…” I look down at my purple, massive flesh balloon. 12¼” long. I wrap the tape around the still swelling cock. *smack* I slap my forehead and squeeze my cock really tight at the base causing a painful bloat to swell along its length. Nearly 3¼” wide…!

“You’re thicker than damn can of coke… and big as a shampoo bottle…!” I groan, the tightness spreading along the fat length of my cock. My skin stretching tightly as it shines up, a burning sensation creeping along its surface as it stretches to the max. My legs begin wobbling as I fall to my knees from the sensations pounding into my cock and balls. My hands spread wide over its surface as I stroke it. My cock throbbing insanely as if trying not to burst through its skin. The ravenous python now stretching my legs spreadeagle on the floor with my balls bloating in their sack to insanely pumped up size of avocados. My ball flesh is so tight and packed with cum I can feel the sperm swimming heavily in their bloated prison. My hand strokes the fat fuck stick bloated so full and tight, the other fondling my tight orbs drawn up tight against the underside of my inflated cock. My strokes get more frantic as I feel my skin ready to split open with the tightness of my groin. I can feel the pulling sensation deep within my abdomen, stretching up to my belly button. The added weight pulling my suspensory ligament, my abs pumped and veins throbbing down to my groin, emphasizing the workout they’re receiving.

“Nnnnhhuh… please… just cum!” I plead with my cock and balls. As if in response I feel my balls preparing their assault on the bathroom. They tighten up and swell slightly more. My cock, swollen slightly from this pressure, goes rigid as the veins stand out… a spurt of pre-cum shoots out thick and heavy. My balls tighten, my ass clenches as my hips kegel forward. A rush of cum builds in my balls and suddenly… nothing, only a building sensation of fullness along the length of my cock and deep into my balls.

“What the fuck! Ahhhhh!” I cry out in pain as the pressure skyrockets. The veins thicken, my cock darkening to a purple as my balls bloat, gurgle, and swell up past avocados and into grapefruit territories. “This is unnaturallll…. I’m … I’mm goonnnna pop!” I cry out, kegeling over and over as my orgasm is denied, blue balls making my cock creep forward and thicken slightly more, my heart pounding….

“Ahahahah…” I hear that snarling laugh. The smell of cigar smoke fills the room as the man who cursed me with my wildest dream bloated up to nightmare proportions, appears in the doorway.

“So… you like your new inflatable?” he says as he smiles sadistically.

“Why… why am I still getting bigger!?” I cry out to him, half crying from the pain and pleasure filling my crotch. My cock, getting even more fat as it spreads my hands apart, the length growing forward as it begins pointing downward under its own weight. My balls drop lower and bloat more with cum, spreading out on the tile of my bathroom floor. My overstuffed sack is creaking along with my overtaxed skin of the inflated tube of flesh before me. Every cavity I can feel is filling in with even more blood.

“You said you wanted to be bigger… bigger than Marcus even… In fact, you didn’t even specify how big you wanted…” He crouches down, grabbing my cock by the thick shaft behind the head with a firm grip…

“Ow… not so hard. It’s already near its fill limit!” I groan, reaching forward.

*Smack* He swats my hand away. Picking up the tape measure he places it along the top of my shaft.

“Hold this end…” He hands me the butt and starts running it along the shaft.

*Schew* He whistles… 12½”. “I’d say you got mighty fine balloon jutting from your crotch their boy.” He’s now wrapping the tape around my shaft. 3¼”—slightly fatter than earlier.

“You certainly have fat one… the biggest yet! But…” he smiles… removing his hand and reaching underneath my cock, pulling hard on my balls as far forward as they could, the pulling makes me spurt a large glob of cum on his shoulder…

“I say it’ll bloat up a bit more… There’s still some give in that fleshy balloon of yours…ahahaha…” He whisps away, his hand leaving my balls and tickling the underside of my tumescent cock.

“No, no! Please it’s already so biiiig nnnnnhuuuhnnn…” I groan as my cock stretches forth angrily, its skin groaning and squeaking as it stretches. My balls feel painfully overstuffed as cum begins pouring out of my swollen, purple cockhead. My cock is burning as it darkens to a deep purple. The veins growing thicker on the surface as it bloats to its new size.

“My god… help me!” I groan.

*CREAAAAAAAAAAAAK* My cock belts out a leathery stretching sound. A long pulling sensation fills my entire shaft from tip to base. My hands, both, spread further apart as blood fills and bloats up every crevasse. My cock, stretching a final time, ceases its advance into blimp territory. My balls, filling and overfilling themselves, continue pumping out a continuous stream of pre-cum. My melon-sized nuts, pooling on the floor as they spread out, are squeezed in their sack and between my thick meaty thighs. My chest heaves as an intense pleasure fills my chest and down to my groin. I grit my teeth. My fat, inhumanly large, melon-sized balls gurgle loudly. They shudder and my cock, bloating in thickness, readies itself for an explosive orgasm. My balls, leaving their floor, the weight pulling massively on my groin and abdomen, visibly deflate as cum blasts out of my cock. Each blast of cum nearly overpowers my cock and the tube its traveling up. Each rope of cum is massively thick, tearing its way through my cock. A burning desire to empty everything from my balls causing my eyes to glaze over….

I collapse in a heap, my cock, blasting cum still as I reach for the tape measure with a shaky hand. Stretching it along the blasting purple cum hyrdrant…

“Damn it… it’s too fucking big…” Over 13¼” long… 3½” wide… “Fuck…” I collapse, passing out from the intensity of it.

“Nnnhunnnn… God…. Why…” I moan, gaining consciousness. My bathroom is soaked in cum. The wall covered.

“How much… aw shit…” I look down at my groin. My bloated masses resting, throbbing heavily in their deflated state…

“Well… fuck me…” I see the 9”-long tube of soft, thick, and bloated flesh resting angrily with veins covering its surface. It looks primed to explode, like a fleshy bomb waiting to go off. My nuts, blue balling as they lay in their new baseball sized state… my sack stretched tightly over them.

Looking at the wall covered in cum, that’s when I notice the warning.

“Two months… two months until the bloat fest begins…”

“What does he mean… ‘Bloat fest’…?” I look at it, rubbing my cock and balls as they’re searing with pain, a few stretch marks visible on the surface of my reddened bloated meat. Dread fills my soul as I come to realize the inevitable may soon be upon me.

“Nnnhuh…” I groan, getting up and sitting on the edge of the bed, my cock and balls bouncing heavily against my thighs in my bulging boxer-briefs. I’ve gone from small to huge only just a month ago and my groin still aches from the additional size. My abs have gotten defined into a deeper v-cut from the additional cock and ball flesh anchored like a fleshy lead weight. My boxer briefs, though more supportive, still suffer under the weight of my 8-inch, Coke-can-thick softie and lemon-sized nuts.

“Well… it’s time to head off to the university…” I nervously look at the bulging meat spreading out in my boxers on the mattress.

Standing up, my package pulls down as the waistband is drawn away from my cut lower abs. The thick root of my cock is showing, a thick vein running along the top as it spreads out like a tree with many branches wrapping their way around the girthy shaft of my cock. Every vein and ridge is visible through the taut fabric of my blue briefs. My thick, rounded cockhead sticked out from atop my heavy cum-filled balls pressing on either side of my massive shaft.

*Squeak* *Woosh* as the hot shower turns on… I begin peeling off the massively overstuffed briefs.

*Plop* as my cock and balls bounce out and against my meaty swimmer’s thighs. I haven’t been to the pool in over a month—not since the incident.

“Man… how am I going to explain this to the coach… the team… what will they think?” I look down. The healed-up stretch marks, now having lost their purple color, have filled in with fleshy colored skin. The veins are more pronounced now, even in its soft state, feeding a pulsing rhythm of blood through my fat cock. I’m always chubbed, too, and never fully soft since my blow up… A throbbing, vibrating feeling is constantly strumming through my cock and balls as if a reminder of the man who gifted me with my dream cock. It’s too much but I’m happy none the less, and so is my girlfriend.

Stepping out of the shower, my thick cock hanging halfway down my thighs swinging side to side, I step over to the mirror. I reach forward, *Squeak* *Squeak*, as I wipe the fog from it.

“Fuck…” So heavy. I reach my hand down at the base of my cock and balls, picking them up and plopping them onto the sink as my counter-high waist lets the weight subside. My lower abdomen relaxes a bit as my cock and balls spread out like fleshy dough. My swollen nuts expand from lemons to oranges as cum builds and builds in the inflated orbs.

“Damn…..mmmmnnnn,” I moan, feeling the gurgling pressure in my nuts boil for release. Only I am unable to let them do that as I am already running late for class.

“Let’s see what I can stuff you in today.” I reach for a supportive custom-made jock strap. The pouch is oversized, as I’d gotten them from a custom shop made for extreme pumpers. Only mine’s more… natural? Or should I say super-natural… I snicker at the lame pun…

“In ya go…” I say, reaching for the meat tube and now orange-sized nuts. I settle my balls in first, then snake my massive cock in after it, snapping the band back closed. Next I pull out a set of compression briefs so everything is hidden from prying eyes… remembering that the only one to know about this is Kelsey…

“Well, you feel mighty stuffed today don’t ya?” I pat the bulging mass between my thighs. It jiggles slightly with each pat. My cock bucks at the attention, chubbing up dangerously in my oversized underwear. It’s made for pumpers… but their penises are already oversized… mine gets bigger when excited, going from oversized to damn right ridiculous. But Kelsey and I love it… love how tight it feels inside of her….

“MmmmnnnnHuh…” *CREAK* as my groin stiffens…

“No… Stop it… Don’t blow out of another two pairs of underwear…” I scold myself, squinting my eyes tightly. I look down at the inflated ball of fabric. The whole thing looks like an eggplant and two oranges stuffed in a tight prison. Pulling up the loose sweatpants, the bulge nearly disappears, becoming a slight mound forming and blending in the background of the grey sweats.

I walk onto campus, my bulging sweats jiggling side to side, my arousal rising as the mound of flesh squeezes between my thighs, my balls bouncing heavily as they inflate with cum.

“This is gonna be a rough day…” I say to myself, absentmindedly palming my groin as the pressure builds in my sack.

Getting to my first class, I choose to sit in the back of the room, avoiding eye contact with anyone. I feel the stares piercing my sweatpants as all eyes fall on the bulging mass between my thighs. I didn’t think it’d be this hard to avoid making a scene…

“Hey, long time no see!” I feel a gentle, loving hand on my shoulder.

“Kelsey!” I shudder, my balls lurch as my bulging python inflates a bit at the sight of her breasts leaning down in my face. The fabric of my sweats swells up and out like a water balloon, mashing up into the underside of my desk. I can feel my briefs digging into my thighs as the fabric struggles to contain it. She chooses a seat next to mine.

“Someone’s a little agitated…” she says, winking at me.

“Yeah, no kidding…” I whisper back. “This thing is all kinds of worked up today.”

“I’ll say, you seem to be outgrowing yourself!” She places a gentle palm on the side of my thigh, scooting up onto the melon-shaped bulge sitting heavily on my lap, having nowhere to grow but up and spill out over my thighs, spreading out underneath the desk.

Her hand disappears as the professor comes in. “Morning, class!”

As the class drags on, I notice, in my bored haze of indifference to the topic, that most eyes are taking quick glances my way—some lingering longer than needed as my eyes meet theirs. Meanwhile, Kelsey’s hand on my thigh is agitating my ballooning bulge even further. “You… you should rrreally stop…” I shudder.

“Why? Afraid to make a scene?” She winks again, but she pulls her hand away. A sigh of relief washes over me as my control over my melon sized junk is taken back. A feeling of pressure at the base of my cock and balls starts to recede, melting into a warming soreness that’s building as I drift off into the boring lesson…

*RING*

“All right class! That’s it for today! Don’t forget about your first homework assignment tomorrow.”

I’m startled out of my stupor, a hand resting heavily on my groin. Kelsey’s nails are digging into my sack through the fabric. I can feel my balls pulsing, throbbing against the desk, my thighs, and the sweats fabric pulled taught. My nutsack feels as if it’s stretched to its limit, the skin pulling against my thighs as it swells out like yeasted dough.

“Damn… This is tougher than I thought…” I think to myself, wincing as Kelsey’s hand leaves my ballooned up crotch.

I wait for everyone else to exit the class, Kelsey winking at me one last time as she exits through the doorway. I look down at the swollen ball of flesh in my lap pressing hard into the underside of the desk.

“What the fuck!” My eyes grow wide at the sight. My balls visibly are churning through the fabric of my pants, the cum roiling around in them as a sudden urge to orgasm takes hold. A pain is building in my balls as the pressure grows and intensifies… *GLORP* *GLUG* *GLORCH* My balls swell audibly. They churn and groan as my nutsack stretches ever tighter against the swollen globes, my cock mashed down over top of them as its fat fist sized head mashes against it.

“Soooo big…” I moan. I grunt as I swing a leg out from the seat, my junk scooting and scraping and jerking across the underside of the desk. Finally freed it expands outward, like a can of biscuits freshly popped open. The fabric of my sweatpants stretches as the stitching down the seam of the crotch wrenches apart, a small tear emerging down the center as I stand up. My black compression briefs, what little fabric is showing through the tear, is already showing stress as they grow shear and the blueness of the custom pumper jocks shows through. Everything feels tight and heavy, my balls churning and roiling about in my overfilled groin.

*Rip!* “Oh shit…” I murmur as my standing up tears the front of my sweats clean open. “How the fuck am I supposed to get out of here now?” I look down, sweating profusely as I fear someone walking and seeing my grotesquely over inflated cock and balls.

“Someone looks a bit full…”

Startled, I jump, causing a tear in my black compression briefs. “For fuck’s sakes, Kelsey. You scared me…” I sigh in relief, though that relief is short-lived.

Kelsey closes the door and locks us in with a click. “Don’t want anyone coming in and seeing you like this, do we?” She walks over sexily, but something is different.

“Wha… What are you planning on doing…” I stammer, still the shy awkward man I was before my dick and balls ballooned up to freakish size.

“I’m just gonna help you out is all…” She wiggles her eyebrows at me as she begins reaching down the blue bulge of my overstretched jocks… There’s a creak as my cock suddenly responds to her touch.

“NNNnnhuh…” I moan loudly, but a finger is placed over my lips.

“Nuh uh… don’t want to draw any… unwanted attention…” I shudder as she whispers this in my ear, her nail digging into my meat pipe as it rapidly fills with blood, my jock stretching further and further away from my body as the fabric is pulled away from my abdomen. The thick root of my fat cock is now throbbing violently out in the open as the veins thicken and fill the space on the surface of my huge python, the flesh deepening to a red as more and more blood fills it to capacity.

*RIIIIIIP* as a loud tear wrenches through the classroom.

“There’s the beast…!” she coos. She kneels down, almost salivating as she leans forward and licks the head of my exposed cock, then plunging it into her mouth, gagging as she attempts to take it. My knees go weak as I collapse back into the chair.

*SLAP* As my balls fall hard onto the surface of my thighs…. “NUnnnnhuh… fuck!” as my feel my balls lurch from the smack as the fall back and hit the surface of the chair and then down as they nearly graze the ground… they violently breath and pulse with cum as I feel and orgasm building up fast. Kelsey’s mouth is all over my cock as I grip the seat of the chair, my legs shaking as ecstasy fills my brain… then I feel her stop, and something sliding hard over the surface of my cock, down to the base and her hands stretch it open, then down and *SNAP*.

“Ow, fuck! What the hell Kel…” I scream only to have a hand cover my mouth.

“Shut the hell up.” She stares at me intently, her eyes blazing with lust. Something is definitely off. A feeling of pressure fills my cock as it begins throbbing heavily, my balls screaming as the pent-up cum is denied escape… My cock is now burning as it grows harder and harder, tighter and tighter. She backs away, and I look down…

“Oh my god…” I stare down in disgust as I see my cock and balls repeating the same round of growth they had a month and half prior… a feeling of dread, pleasure, and pain fills my ballooning flesh as I smell cigar smoke permeating the air.

“AHahahaha…” I hear the cackling laugh. I look up and see the man who started all this!

“What the fuck!?” I jump up from the chair. A painful stretching feeling suddenly hits me in my penis and balls and I instinctively reach down. “Ugg… The fuck did you do with… fuck… Kelsey…?”

“Did you miss me?” he smiles, as a quick flash of Kelsey’s face morphs across his and back to his normal, disfigured, cigar-smoking self.

“You… you… It was you all along…?!” I begin to get nauseated. All the things Kelsey and I did… he did to me….

“Surprise…” he snarls.

*STRETCH* *CREAK* As my cock reaches forward into view…. *THROB* *THROB* it violently bucks, pressure building behind the fleshy dirigible’s skin as the veins snake across its surface.

“I couldn’t just let my best client by himself to his own devices! What if you ruined… my masterpiece…?” He wisps over closer to me in a cloud of black smoke, a hand dragging across the surface of my growing cock… I shudder at the feeling as pleasure hits my spine. I grow weak at the knees and down I go, my balls landing heavily on the floor, spreading out, my thighs unable to close due their immense size. I reach down to my cock as it painfully bounces… *STRETCH* *GROANNNN* As it creaks forward longer and wider… thicker and thicker as it pulses and swells from the ring he placed over its surface.

“This thing looks primed to explode. What do you think?” He looks at it, testing the tension on its surface.

“God, it feels like its gonna pop!” I scream, his hands kneading and poking into the purple surface of my cock, my balls bloat forward and push the cock further up, now level with my collar bone.

“Not yet, I’m afraid… you still have a lot of stretch left… see?” Then I feel it… a massive amount of pressure.

“AHAhahahah…” He cackles and disappears, the lights flickering. “Enjoy yourself!” his lingering voice taunts. “You don’t have long!” Then his cackling voice disappears as well.

A rumbling, fleshly sound emanates from my crotch… *CREAKKK* as a sound of leathery skin stretches along with my cock and balls. My cock is spreading my hands wider and wider until it reaches the width of my thighs. I’m moaning loudly, screaming almost at the pleasure I feel, a feeling of fullness so erotic it takes over my nervous system. Gone is the pain from the last growth spurt, leaving only a feeling of being filled to the brim with supernatural cock flesh and balls. Panic starts to take me as the pressure intensifies. My fight or flight response kicks in.

“Gotta go get helppp… Nnnnnnnhaaaaaaah…” I moan out loud as another growth kicks in. A stretching sensation fills every crevice of my thigh-thick cock as it lengthens… I struggle to stand as I straighten one leg below me, then the other… the added weight of my cock makes me stumble, my balls swing forward like a couple of pumpkins, cum sloshing as it continues to boil, veins on my overstretched sack cover the surface holding everything together. I wobble over to the doorway, my cock audibly creaking and groaning as the movement shifts its weight side to side. It bounces tightly, I feel it stretching my thighs wider and wider as it expands into my taint.

I finally reach the door and unlock it. The hallway is partially darkened. “What the hell.. nnnnahhha…” I grunt as a fleshy stretching sound grows louder into the darkened hallway

I stumble out of the classroom. *GROOOOOOAAAANNN* My cock lurches forward, its weight getting heavier and heavier, my balls expanding tightly in my sack, stretch marks appearing in waves across my balls’ ballooning girth… they are rounding out as their elongated state overfills to their limit. I can feel the flesh of my balls tearing apart and stretching every second. I lumber out down the hallway.

*THUD* *THUD* My heavy foot falls fill the emptiness of the darkened hallway, fleshy groans bounce off the walls of the school as I head down to the largest room… My cock is beginning to obscure my vision as it swells out and away from my body. My balls are now dragging behind my legs, their enormous size expanding past the size of prize-winning gourds, their color changing to deep purple as pressure continues to press against their surface…

A loud CREAAAAAAK fills the hall as my cock inflates further. “Fuck!” I shout as its head droops down and smashes into the hallway floor as I approach the double doors. I can feel the cock ring digging in as the flesh expands around its surface.

I push the head of my cock as hard as I can against the wooden doors and force it through.

*SQUEAAK* *SQUEALCH* My cock flesh squeezes past the doorway, my cock almost wider than double doors as I struggle to pull the hundreds of pounds of flesh through to the only safe space I have now… the pool room.

“This should be enough room,” I huff, my balls dragging on the ground as I approach the pool.

*Splash* as I sit my ballooning flesh into the water and relieve the weight from my groin.

“Ahhhh….nnnnnnhuh…. For fuck’s sakes! Just explode already!” I moan, rubbing my cock and balls as they fill the water. The water level rises as I sit on the edge of the pool, my cock and balls slowly expanding in the water as tightness surrounds every square inch of my monstrous flesh… It roils and groans as it expands wider.

Water begins spilling out of the pool in waves and into the hallway of the school, my cock and balls big enough to displace hundreds and thousands of gallons of water from our Olympic sized pool. A sudden pressure opens my eyes as my cock shudders violently. It’s at least half as wide as the pool now, looking like a whale floating in the water as it expands up and out. I feel my cock stretching. The pleasure gone… only stretching. I feel its underside touch the bottom of the pool as my cock begins filling up with more and more flesh… It rumbles, groans… my balls swell fighting for space in the pool with my cock and each other. They fill up the width of its surface, the water nearly drained out as my cock painfully stretched further down the length, its head touching the other end. The flesh is shaking and groaning….

“This is it! NNNNNhuh…” I feel it… the pressure becoming intense as this supernatural power overflows my cock and balls. A cackling voice echoes through the air as stretch marks race across the surface, the purple lines showing the flesh beyond stressed as it begins to give out… pops and creaks are heard.

“Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh!” with a final yell…

*KABLOOOOOOOSH!* Everything goes white, and I black out…

*BEEP**BEEP**BEEP*

I awake to the sound of construction equipment and yells and shouts from workers. Red and blue lights flashing against the destroyed remnants of the swimming pool annex.

“We got another one…” I hear a man say.

“Hey! I found the body!” I hear a sexy low voice in the background. Footsteps approach.

“Man, you really made a mess here didn’t you?” My vision slightly blurry. I see the face of an officer in uniform, his muscles overfilling it to capacity, shaking his head. I feel pain in my groin, a burning sensation as I lean up to behold a wall of deformed flesh, throbbing loudly and thick veins feed into its monstrous size.

“What the fuck!” I jump and feel straps being pulled up around the flesh, a crane towering overhead…

“Easy! We don’t know how stable this one is yet!” I hear shouting. “This one”…?

“Ya know buddy,” I see the officer lean down. “You’re the biggest victim we’ve had…”

“What do you mean?” I think back to last year. “Oh shit.” I say, realizing they’re talking about the bodybuilder from last year who nearly popped from over-’roiding.

“Looks like you’re still quite unstable, but we have to move you from here… we don’t want your junk splattering all over the town,” he says, as I realize how full my cock and balls still feel. We can still hear them groaning and creaking as the crane begins lifting. The flesh squelches and squeaks from the pressure as the massive whale like cock and overstuffed balls begin lifting into the air. I feel myself being dragged along with them… the building disappearing as I return into the daylight.

I look down at the damage. I see my cock and balls have destroyed most of the building for the pool house, my flesh shining as the tightness of everything shines in the light of the sun.

I groan as they lay me on a special truck. “All right! Let’s go!” someone shouts. “We’ve got a lot of work to do!” I feel the truck lurch, the extra-long, extra-wide trailer moving forward as a man in a lab coat comes close.

“You have quite the junk here,” he says. “Let’s see if we can deflate you to more manageable size.”

*GROAAAAAAN* *CREAAAAAAK* I feel my cock and balls tighten further. “Pleaase!” I moan. Pleading with him… “It’s too big! Don’t let me burst! It feels sooooo tight,” I plead with tears in my eyes.

“We will try and hurry… but it looks like you’re almost out of time. We will get there as fast as we can.”

“Thankk you nnnnnnnhhuuh…” I groan as we drive on, my flesh beginning to expand once again… creaking and groaning and stretching into the distance. My cock and balls start overflowing the sides of the massive truck as I disappear into an unknown fate, hoping I don’t explode.

“I’m off to the gym!” I shout to my boyfriend as he’s coming out of the bathroom. His physique clad in tight muscles across his 6-foot-3 frame. Every bit of him packed with dense muscle, his pecs slightly bouncing as he flexes them involuntarily. The towel draped across his Adonis belt, covering the ample bulge in front of him.

“Again…?” he sighs. “You just went twice today.”

I raise my arm above my head. Unable to completely bend it as my massive arms, bunching up with the thick bicep touching my ear as my tricep swells from the exertion of just moving. My 25” arms are massive in comparison to my partner’s own 19” arms.

“Yea… I gotta push these babies ever bigger,” I say, bringing arm down and flexing in a front bicep pose. The muscles in my arm swell vigorously against the skin as veins protrude over the surface.

“But you’re already so….” He licks his lips and twirls his finger on my left nipple. My legs shudder under the bulk of my weight as ecstasy flows through my body. “…massive… You sure you don’t want to just sit out on this three a day training? You might crush me one day…” He winks, looking up slightly at my own 6-foot-5 height. His eyes are deep green with his sandy blonde hair combed to the side in a hard-parted fade.

“You always know how to push my buttons, don’t you…” I grab onto his thick cock. The 8-incch coke can of a dick swells out from the towels as it pushes the fabric apart, revealing the smooth, taught skin of his hard-on. The balls swell nicely as small tangerines hanging low in a slightly hairy sack, the skin loose and unfurled from the heat of the shower.

*Sniff* I smell his hair… *kiss* on the left cheek.

“I promise… I won’t be long.” I wink as I turn to the door.

“Sometimes I don’t understand this weird passion you have to get bigger…” he says as I turn back around. I see him slowly gripping and stroking the massive meat between his legs… his balls drawn up tight and swollen now as his arousal surfaces. A manly musk fills my nose, driving me insane. The fuel for my fire to get bigger.

“Looks like I have all the motivation I need right there…” I point to his cock as I smirk a smoldering smile at him. He shudders as pre-cum shoots out onto the tiled floor. “Save some for me now… don’t waste that,” I say in a deep voice.

“Yes, muscle daddy.”

I arrive at the Pumphouse Gym in our small little town at 7 p.m., the cold darkness of October setting in on this brisk Wednesday Night. A light covering of clouds blocking out the full moon as light glares through them. Rain drops slowly hit the ground as a storm approaches with occasional lightning flashing in the distance. I go through the double doors and begin heading toward the bench where the racked dumbells are stationed.

“Time to pump these bastards bigger,” I say, glaring at my reflection looking directly at my arms and pecs and shoulders through the stringer tank, its dark blue fabric worn and stained from years of training.

*Clank* Grabbing an 80-pound dumbbell from the rack, I go over to the bench. Leaning over from behind I dig my elbow in as I begin pumping the muscles up. Feeling my left bicep flex real hard. The blood instantly rushing to it as the glorious burning sensation makes me drunk for size.

*Rep* *Flex*

*Pump* *Swell*

My left arm burning as I continue onto my right arm. 6 sets of 10 reps with every increasing weight. Maxing out on the special 120 pounds for 1 rep. My arms are screaming for me to stop…

*Boom* As a let the dumbbell fall into the rack heavily. I shake my arms out. My biceps are full and heavy from the intense workout as their bloated size wobbles tightly on my bones. I can feel them pull hard on the connective tissues as my tendons hold onto the fat biceps of my arms, my forearms swollen brutally from the intense flexion of my bicep curls. My fingers are somewhat tingling from the increase blood pressure in the area.

“Fuck yea!” I yell at my reflection… my biceps bunching up fatter as they swell with the pose. Admiring my handy work, I *slap* *slap* the meat hanging off of my upper arms with one palm then the other as if testing a melon’s ripeness. The melon-like peaks bulge over the edges of my arms as if they’ve run out of room to grow except outwards and to the sides like a couple of blood filled water balloons.

“Gotta be at least 27 inches with this massive pump! I am rocking it tonight!” I scream at my reflection. The last of the casual gym goers are nervously leaving the gym as bodybuilders’ hours begin.

*Clank* I rack up the pin on the cable machine as I move the cable pully to the lowest position. Standing and facing away from it I grab onto the bar attached to it with two hands behind me and heave the 100 pounds of weight up with both arms pressing upwards from behind my head. The cable strains as my triceps come to life. Repeating the same process I did with my biceps by increasing the weight to the maximum after each set and forcing my triceps to fucking grow.

*Crash* as I drop the fully loaded plate set the machine groans from the sudden shift. My triceps scream on my arms as they too are bloated with thick, horseshoe shaped muscles crammed under the skin to fight for space with my biceps. I can feel the tightness of my skin as I rub and flex my tri’s in the mirror. Each time, the red skinned behemoths explode with their mass. My cock chubbing up in my workout shorts as sweat pours from my forehead. The blue tank is now drenched down the center as my pecs glisten.

“Time to fuck up my chest…” I say, looking at the refection of my hard nipples poking out of the sides of the worn out tank. My thick chest projecting powerfully out of the sides of the shirt as my skin folds up underneath in a deep crevase. The hair covering my massive chest shelf is plastered to my body as I grab four 45-pound plates, rack up the barbell, and plant my huge body onto the bench. I like up and grip the barbell and unrack the weight.

This warmup set is much like my previous ones as I push out rep after rep. My pecs swell further and further outward. Their burgeoning size glistening as I feel them swell into my shoulders and biceps as I bring the barbell down, the distance traveled becoming shorter and shorter as they pump and pump bigger and bigger as I load up yet more plates. Benching now north of 350 pounds I feel my pecs struggling as I fight for more size.

The smell of cigar smoke brings me out of my reverie as it bombards my senses. That’s when I feel the presence. The presence of a man who’s been standing here in the gym and what feels alarming and foreboding… exciting.

*Clank* I re-rack the barbell as it bounces heavily on the ends, the metal bending slightly in an arc.

*Clap* *Clap* *Clllaaaaaap* As the mysterious figure applauds my handy work. I feel how full my chest and shoulders are from the grueling work I’ve done in the past hour and a half…

“Shit!” I think to myself. “I promised Dillon I wouldn’t be too long…”

“Now Joshua… no need to rush… you’re doing a mighty fine job…” The man puffs out a wisp of cigar smoke as he tilts his head up. The trenchcoat is partially opened to reveal a greasy old, smoke-stained shirt that used to be white but is now cream colored, stained in yellow spots, and a grey vest overtop. He reveals his crooked smile as the hat is tilted backward with his right hand.

“W…What do you…. *huff* want?” I breathe heavily, mostly from the workout but also with nervousness. “If the man is here to murder me, there’s no way I could out run him with my bulk.” I think to myself, staring at my reflection to the side. My pecs hang far far forward as their mass projects into the gym. My nips are pointing further downward than they were earlier before I blew them up.

“Ya know… I think I can help you with you a… ambitions there, monstro,” the man pipes up after both of us gazing at my pumped up torso.

“I—” I stammer, caught off guard by the man’s brazen and opportunistic personality.

“Yes… I know what you’re thinking there Joshua… or… can I call you Josh? Anyways… I’m just here offer a just a bit of a…mmmmmhhhhh… boost if you will to your current state,” he says as he tags a long hard drag on the thick cigar. The smoke black and very fragrant of something awful. The stench strong as it bombards my senses….

“Whhhat…. How do you know my name…” I stammer again, my deep, manly pride faltering at the man as he suddenly appears next to me. The cigar is wafting thick black smoke into my nostrils. The feeling burning my lungs.

*Cough* I wave my hand to disperse the thick smog.

“I know lots of people. Especially those like you… Those whose desires are so profound and deeply wanted that it attracts me… to… them…” he says as he seemingly floats around behind me to my right. His hands rubbing over my towering traps. I shudder at the touch…

“I mean… all you have to do is look what I’ve done so far…” He moves my head to the reflection again.

The man sitting on the bench isn’t who I remember when I first started my workout this evening…

“What…What did…” I look on realizing my bulk has become far bigger than normal. I should’ve thought something was off as my biceps swelled until I thought they were gonna burst from the skin earlier. Their massive, bloated size is still balled up on my upper arms, looking flexed when they are relaxed. The triceps are mashing into my lats as they hang heavily from my arms.

“Thi… This was you…”

He nods his head. “And I can give you so much more…” He moves through in a wisp of that black smoke.

“I know you are afraid of losing your young man. I mean… honestly you haven’t grown much since turning 38 years old and your 26 year old partner… well… he’s got all his youth to find someone who’s much…. Much…” He leans into my ears. “ Bigger…”

“No! No!” I panic slightly at the thought of losing Dillon to someone bigger than me. I’ve been struggling for two years now to gain anymore mass and have begun resorting to using but nothing seems to have helped. I hated the side effects… and the muscle was just blobs of water retention that just disappeared after a cycle.

“What do I need to do?” I ask him desperately, not wanting to let this opportunity go to waste.

“Just… relax…” he says as a big ol’ cloud of smoke begins billowing from his cigar.

“AH… ahahaha.. ahhhh…. Ahaha…” The storm is raging outside as rain pelts the windows, lightning flashing as the smoke begins condensing down. Forming tendrils, it begins weaving through the air and finding its way into my nostrils…

“Size is what you desire… ahahahah!” he cackles as he throws out a warning far too late to reconsider my option.

*Cough* *Gack* I struggle to breath as the smoke is forcing its way into my body… my lungs and muscles burning as the cloud of smoke absorbs into my body….

“Size matters, Joshua… and don’t you forget that… Your desire may end you if you can’t control your subconscious will to grow bigger!” as the voice tapers off into the room.

I find myself waking up in the gym. Looking up at the clock it seems I’ve only been here for 30 minutes.

“That’s odd…” I say looking around. “I could’ve sworn I was here much later than that.” I scratch the back of my head leaning up from the bench with the weights still attached.

“Mmmm… I’m so tight…” I groan as my arms are stiff. My chest feeling rather sore and very full. Staring at the reflection I see I’m not as big as I was in the weird dream but I’ve definitely got a massive pump going on.

“Must’ve dosed off in between a set. I guess I better get going.” I pack my shit up and unrack the barbell. “Can’t wait to get back… who knows what Dillon has in store for us tonight.” I start rubbing my crotch as my cock chubs up at the thought. A weird feeling in my chest as a slight burning pressure is still present in my muscles.

“Hey boy! Daddy’s home!” I say in a deep welcoming tone.

“Welcome home… mmmm you must’ve worked up a sweat. Let’s get you cleaned up…

My arousal is spiking hard and fast at the thought of being so much bigger than him. My muscles swollen from the workout this evening as my loins fire up. Dillon is pulling my shorts down when I stop him…

“Let’s skip the shower and go straight to the bedroom…” I wink at him…

“Oh… a little worked up aren’t we?” he grins. “I think that plan works for me too. I’ve been holding this load back for a while.” His cock swells to full erection as he speaks, his balls swollen from arousal as he begins leading me to the bedroom. Laying down on my back, I feel how dense I’ve become. The pressure I felt earlier is centering around my cock and balls, my erection growing as he yanks off my jocks.

“Someone’s been working hard, hasn’t he?” Dillon says to me. He begins caressing the massive pecs as he climbs on top of me. His knees spread wide over my mid-section. He begins pec fucking me as he squeezes his fat cock in the cavernous canyon between my swollen pecs. The pressure is getting more and more intense as my body heats up with arousal, my brain firing signals to my cock to get hard. And it does in an instant. *SMACK* as it swings up all 10” of my thick manly meat. My cock is harder than it has been in a long time. I can only “NNnnnhuhngh”.

“Someone is ready…” Dillon says as he gyrates back and forth forcing the nearly 3” wide cock through my pecs. The muscle worship going on is driving me insane as he reaches back and begins stroking my long cock behind him. “Daddy is big…”

“Mmmmhhmmm,” I nod in agreeance. Grimacing as a renewed feeling of ecstasy fills every muscle in my body.

“You gonna keep growing for me?” Dillon says as he begins shoving his cock faster and faster through my pecs as I can feel the muscles in my chest heaving, throbbing as if I’m back on the bench again. I can’t tell if it’s him fucking my chest or me breathing but my pecs seem to have begun getting fuller. Slightly but still on this much muscle already, it makes a difference as it is scaled up across the mass.

“Mmm…. Daddy’s chest is getting tight…” he says as he slows down to a slow hump. The head of his cock scraping the sensitive skin. My toes are curling as I feel an orgasm approaching. My head spinning as my body fills up with a massive, unexpected pump.

“Mmm yea.. daddy.. daddy is..is growing!” Dillon says, alarmed ,as I feel my pecs surge forward. The skin pulling tight as my nipples burn from being stretched. Dillon’s cock throbbing angrily as he backs away. I feel the mass piling into my body as my back swells pushing me up as my traps take up more space on my neck.

“Nnnnnhugh!” I moan as another surge followed by a *CREAAAAAK* from the bed. My lats begin spreading out on the bed as they push my inflating football sized biceps away from my body. My triceps and biceps fighting for space as I surpass the size I was in my dream at the gym. My body getting heavier and heavier as I lean up. My vision is blurry from the change in muscle mass as my heart feeds more blood into the quivering masses inflating off of my frame. My pecs suddenly feel extra full as I look down. I feel them pulling tightly at my delts as I look to my shoulders… Panic filling my mind as I am struggling up off of the bed as it *CRASH* collapses from my added weight of me and Dillon.

“What the fuck is happening!?” Dillon screams. The sound of flesh growing and swelling around mounds of bloated muscle fills the air.

“N… NI don’t’ nnnnKNownnnnghugh…” I moan out as another surge forces my thighs further apart as I sit on the crushed remains of the bed. I’m feeling top heavy as my pecs swell further forward. Swallowing my view of my thighs as Dillon’s cock erupts in a volley of cum.

“Fucking don’t stand there! Call the ambulance before i.. I… nnnnnhugh! Fuck! Explode…” I moan out in a desperate plea as my body surges again. I must weight over 400 pounds as breathing becomes difficult. My pecs are pressing hard against my ribs, preventing a full breath. My cock is surging angrily as it fills up with more blood, my balls lurching on top of my thick thighs as they swell with cum. Everything feels sore and full as feel a stretch mark relieve some skin pressure at the corner of my pecs and around my nipples. My muscles jiggle with each surge as Dillon just stands there…. jacking off… another set of stretch marks bursts across my chest and arms.

“Dillon! Dillllooon! Nnnnnhughg” I groan as my arms and pecs and shoulders disproportionately swell larger than my legs. My nipples have disappeared below as my skin creases against pecs in the cleavage. My bis and tris swelling slightly as they fight for space on my arms. I fall backwards on the crumpled mass of my bed, my cock surging upward as it fills with more blood. My erection now surpasses 13” as it painfully swells, purple and veined with thick arteries feeding more growth into the fleshy tower. I feel hands begin caressing it as my pecs swallow more of my vision. My pecs now the only thing growing as they begin swelling out sideways pushing my shoulders back. No more room on my chest as spread out like thick fat dough packed with dense muscle. My skin creaking and groaning as veins pounding on the surface get thicker and more varicose.

“Oh god… it’s so heavy.. I I can’t breathe!” I begin panicking as my cock violently bucks hard. Dillon going to town on my cock as he begins kissing and sucking the fattened head, my cock burning as it violently bucks forward and swells fatter. I can feel my body protesting the growth as my vision begins fading. My pecs surge against the skin once more as I feel as if my body is going to explode. I look to the mirror on my left just to be met with a blob of swollen muscle packed on this 6-foot-5 frame. My bones ache as the muscles slowly continues to swell in the reflection, my joints popping as the muscles force them out of place.

My cock is a pillar of flesh, marred in stretch marks and veins as Dillon is seemingly possessed by a sex demon, my member pouring cum out of it from my cantaloupe sized nuts. My partner’s stomach swells, bloated with cum, as he continues suckling the head as much as he can—a true jaw breaker so fat that it puts his own cock to shame in the thickness department, wider than a two liter as it wiggles from Dillon ravaging it. I can only watch now as my life becomes a permanent moment of swelling muscle and cock as I am continually and forever brought to the brink of an orgasm but never relieved. My muscles feeling ready to burst only to surge one more time as I pray for an end to this painfully pleasurable sensation of muscle growth.

*BLOAT* *SWELL* *INFLATE* *SURGE* *CREAAAAAAAk* as my body groans from the pounds of muscle packing on my swollen blimped out frame as a muscle daddy cursed to grow until I pop…. Only to swell with even more muscle as, at some point, I have bloated with so much muscle I’ve become wider than the king-sized bed crushed beneath me.

The authorities are alerted to yet another attack by the mysterious man.

It’s been a couple years since I’ve stepped back into this gym. Ever since Bradley blew up like a weather balloon from that mysterious man… unnnngh… makes me shiver just thinking about it….

“Hey, David! Good to see you man!” The gym owner smiles at me. With an uneasy feeling I shake it off, just putting it to nerves.

“Hey! Chad, good to see ya to brother!” I shake his hand. Big, calloused hands rubbing together, both of us with rough palms from years of working out.

“It’s been a while. What have ya been up to?”

“Oh ya know… just life.” Yeah… and worrying about when that crazy guy will show up and pump me up bigger than I am now…

I’m no slouch either. Lots of lean pounds on a 5’8” frame. I may not be tall but I sure as hell am thiccc.

“I see you’ve been working out harder since the last time I saw you. You’re looking pretty full there.” He squeezes my thick delts, then slaps my arm. The muscle jiggles and recoils from the impact.

“Sure am! Sitting at 225 pounds of lean hard muscle!”

“Well! Let’s see what you can do in this gym! We’ve got all kinds of new equipment after the remodel. That natural disaster was a godsend for us!”

“Yeah… Natural disaster.” I chuckle internally, him not really knowing that Bradley was the natural disaster that tore this place apart… The local authorities made quick work of covering up this story, forcing the news crews to wipe out all their data as suppressed it from being released to the public. All they know is that the building collapsed from a structural defect. The white gooey stuff spilling out was just a “byproduct” of asbestos and crushed drywall from the broken water pipes. Man they really know how to suppress information. I’ve been approached dozens of times by the company, UberPump, Inc., to come down to the lab but I’ve refused.

I dunno what happened to Brad but… I know that he’s not the same after gaining nearly 1200 pounds of pure raw beef. Growing that much in the span of a few minutes could not have been good for his health.

“Well… I’m gonna pay for today and setup my membership once again.”

“Oh don’t bother about that! Today is on me. Just go push some iron and have fun doing it!” The scruffy man winks at me.

“Really! You sure…?”

“No problem at all. This one is on the house.”

“Thanks a lot!” I walk away towards the locker room.

Walking in I smell the musk of the room. Sweaty man musk… my cock throbs hard in my shorts. My jock straining over the growing 8 inch cock. I find a hidden corner of the locker room and disrobe.

“I gotta take care of you before I do this…” I dunno what’s gotten into me but I’m hornier now than I’ve ever been. Flashes of Bradley swelling up with so much muscle are driving me crazy. My hormones are raging at the prospect of working out again in the same gym where my friend exploded in mass and size. His cock in my mind, with that spraying fire hydrant of a dick and those massive nuts.

“Nnnugh…” I groan, sitting down as my cock spring slaps me in the abs as my waist band of my jock clears the head of my pulsating rod. It’s been getting harder and harder for the last several weeks now ever since I’ve moved back to this town. The helmet of my dick is a pulsating mushroom cap, nearly thicker than the swollen shaft behind it. The ridge flares out as my cock becomes hyper erect.

“My god… you’re so packed. Gotta cum before I do this.” I look on at the shiny tight skin of my dick. Veins pulsing along its thickened length. My cock is long and thick. A big ole salami, wrist thick and veiny. It’s so hard, my hands caressing it feel the ridges and veins as my cock pulses painfully tight.

“Holy shit! That’s a fat dick you got there!” I hear a man say.

“Oh… uhg… sorry…” I say, embarrassed, my hands leaving my pulsating dick. I can feel the skin growing tighter around the bulging rod of flesh. The skin is growing deep crimson from all the blood pooling into it.

“It’s so… beautiful. Mind if I help?” The lithe, swimmer’s build of his muscles slowly flex and undulate as he moves towards me. The blond-haired, blue-eyed hunk closes the distance as I slowly lower myself down onto the bench. This motion causes my cock in all its hard glory to wobble tightly side to side. As my glutes touch the seat, my cock projects outward like a big fleshy balloon.

“Just be careful… It’s so full it’s starting to hurt…” I moan. Breathing inward as his hands touch the burning surface of my cock. It twitches, pulses, then throbs as his big hand encircle the girth.

“I can’t even wrap my hand around this hog…. What are you feeding this thing?” he says. He seems mesmerized by it.

“Just… jack me off. It’s been like this for a while and I can’t keep having these skin splitting erections. Ahhh…” I feel it crunch, and squirm under the skin, the flesh growing taught as I feel his hands grip tighten…

“Easy… not so hard…” I groan.

“I… I didn’t… It just throbbed bigger…” He looks at it with lust.

“What…” I look at it… indeed it did look a lot thicker.

“Jeezuz… It’s as big as my forearm!” He compares it to his muscular arm, and it nearly blocks it out at the base. The shaft swelling thicker as it gets closer to the big, bloated mushroom capped head. Cum is dripping furiously from the puckered up slit. The frenulum under the head pulled taught as the skin feels like it’s about to tear open. He’s kneading the cock as I join in the groping cock worship. His hands encircle the girth of my shaft, then up to my head and back down as it spreads cum as lubricant.

My cock is burning and tingling as it throbs incessantly, my own hands gripping the base of my cock and fondling my swollen cum laden balls.

“Unnnnnr….”I groan. My balls clench up and hug the surface of the underbelly of my fat cock.

“Fuckkkkk….” My hips kegel forward…

*SPLORCH*

*SPLAT*

*GLORCH*

My cock vomits up thick white jizz from my balls. The pressure easing out of my dick now as it returns to a more content state of flaccidity.

“Mmmph… uhgh…” I moan. My body is sweating profusely from this massive orgasm.

“Better clean this up before someone finds it!”

I look at the pool of cum sitting in a large puddle in front of me. The lockers across from me several feet away coated in several dollops of cum.

The young man is looking amazed and frightened at the same time. A look of desire spread across his face.

We get the mess cleaned up… and begin heading toward the gym. My jock is stuffed full as my cock certainly feels much more massive in the tight fabric. Once loose now having to contend with the swollen semi erect cock. My loins still burning with passion as we both head to the weights.

“Mind if I join you? You could use a spotter!” he says gleefully.

“Sure! Don’t mind it at all.” We smile at each other. Our brief, albeit intimate encounter in the locker room has given us a bit of a bold friendship in the works…

“Let’s rack up some weight on the bench press… You with me?”

“Sure!” the young man says. He’s got to be at least 20 years old to my 28-year-old self.

“How much can you bench?”

“Um…” the young muscular guy ponders… “I can do about 185 for 10 reps…”

“Mmm…”

“What? Is that bad?”

“no... No… not at all. That your max?”

“Yes…” He looks away kind of sheepishly…

“Not bad… not bad at all…” I say… kind of surprised he could lift that much with his toned semi athletic physique.

“Don’t feel down… It’s just… That’s my warm up… I’m sure with time you’ll break that 200-pound mark in no time.” I wink at him, a lightly slap his shoulder. His muscles are dense for that lithe swimmer’s build under that tank.

“Well… let’s get ya warmed up then!” He cheers up with a perky smile and begins racking two 45’s and two 25’s on the bar…

“All right… here it goes…. It’s all about the contraction… and the pressing movement. You don’t wanna feel it in your shoulders as much as you want to feel it blow through your chest.”

I unrack the weight, gripping the bar as my arms lower to my thick chest. I push up and feel my chest flood with blood pumping engorgement. I love chest day…

“Then… you lower it back down to your chest at the nipples…” As I work the weight up and down, I notice him ogling at my chest muscles, his face in awe of my upper body as it pumps up and engorges with the slight workout…

My cock begins stirring in my jock as I feel it tighten with its confines…

“Now… ung… let’s get some real work done,” I say, making my pecs bouncing and undulate in front of him. He blushes…

Racking more 45’s on the bar, 3 on each side plus two 25’s on each side for an equal working set of 415…

“All right. Ready to see some real work?” I grin up at him. He flashes those pearly white teeth. I can see his cock through the fabric of his workout shorts, twitching and filling up as he chubs at the sight.

“Hunnnph…” I grunt. The bar bends slightly as I un-rack the weight. With an mmph I lower it down to my chest then pause… lifting it back up my chest catches fire. In the stringer outfit I can tell that my muscle fibers are twitching, undulating, and striating through the skin as I push.

“1…” I grunt out.

“2…” I lift upward again…

“3…” with my arms struggling to push the bar further. My chest so full it feels like it could explode…

“6….” Pounding rep after rep…

“9…10….” The last rep going up rather slowly but doable…

*clank*

I rack the weight back to its resting place…

“Wooo… that was a good set….” I say, swing my arms back and forth, pumping my bulging pecs up as they bounce and pop with each undulating movement.

“That was … amazing…” the guy says.

“I’ll say… you look a little impressed there…” I motion to his crotch. His cock bulging hard against the fabric. Pulsing wildly as he tries to hide it behind the weights on the bench…

“Well… I don’t think I’m the only one here impressed…” He nods to me. I only now feel the immense pressure in my bulging jock strap…

“Oh shit.. oh fuck… That’s… that’s never happened….” I say, embarrassed. People are looking over at the bodybuilder with a ball in his lap…

“This… is… too much…” I groan, sweating. My heart starts racing as the fullness fills every inch of my cock, the jock strap digging into the flesh as I feel it pulsate and swell further…

“I gotta… gooooo…nnnnugh…” I groan, feeling my cock swell as its 8 inch length balloons up in the confines of my jock strap.

*SNAP* *SNAP* *STREEEETCH*

The sound of threads breaking with a powerful sound bringing my hands down to my crotch as it continues to balloon outward…

“Fuck….” the young man says…

“Help... help me up. It hurts to stand on my own…” I grunt, movement from my legs puts more pressure into my twain and forces more blood into my cock. The jock strap begins to fail…

“Oh god… this is torture…” I groan, my lower stomach aching from all the pressure forcing its way into my dick. This is another powerful erection coming on strong that needs to be dealt with immediately.

“Here…” He pulls on my shoulder. I go to stand and with a *SNAP* *SNAP* and wrenching of fabric I feel my cock drop downward…

“Esssh…” I wince. The guy notices then looks down… his eyes widen in astonishment as it feels like my cock is on fire. It’s feeling powerful, full, and overinflated….

“Umm… uh…” he stammers… “That wasn’t that big earlier, was it?” he points out. I feel the breeze of cool air wafting over part of my shaft and the helmet of my cock head…

“Oh shit…” My knees begin to wobble as I look down. I see part of my cock shaft poking out of the leg of my workout shorts. My cock head is bulging like a big, bloated mushroom, purple and shiny. The skin stretched tightly over my swelling cock as it lurches downward with a painful *THROB*

“I… I have to sit…” I lower myself back onto the bench.

“Ah ahaha….”

“What was that?” I ask. The sound of a mysterious cackle fills the gym.

The lights flickering as the smell of cigar smoke fills my nostrils…

Then… nothing. Silence. Only the sound of my heartbeat… the throbbing sound filling the void as my cock pulses and quivers. Drooling cum as it swells further from my crotch, angling upward against the fabric as it pulls my shorts tight.

“Gotta say… I never thought I’d see you here again, young David…”

“Who are you?” I look around into the grey, smoky, empty gym. Time seemingly standing still.

“You know who I am…” The man in the burnt trench coat with a worn-out old cowboy style hat appears in view. Cloud of wispy black cigar smoke fills the room even more as he walks through it…

“YOU!” I moan… pointing to him only to interrupted by an *URRRRRRNG* sound coming from my increasingly tighter crotch…

“I guess the cat’s out of the bag… I knew you’ve been here for a while… How’d you like those uber-erections I’ve been giving ya?”

“You did this!? Ah… fuck…” I moan, now rubbing my sore cock as it throbs outward even more. I can feel the fabric of my shorts losing the fight as it struggles against the ever-increasing angle of my fattening cock….

“Why, of course I did… Consider it a welcome home gift.” He smiles a wretched smile. Those teeth yellow and black, stained from years of smoking that same black cigar… “You ready for more?” he says.

“No… please no more! I can’t even fuck right with this thing when it was 8 inches, now you wanna make it even bigger! No!”

“But… you’re long past 8 inches there David… Just look at that fine, old meat balloon… as it swells and pulses much, much… bigger!” he disappears into the wispy black cigar smoke as it condenses down into whirling mass…

“Why are you doing this to me?” I groan. The smoke condenses further as it lunges towards my cock… I feel it swirling around the head of my dick as I try to smack it away…

“FFFuuuuuuck!” I yell as it suddenly engulfs the head of my dick. It burns as it penetrates down into the swollen slit, shoving it way further into my cock.

“Nnnnnngughh!” I moan in pleasure as it violates the urethra and travels deep into my groin, swelling my cock up further as it settles deep into my balls.

*RIIIIIP* my shorts fall away as the darkness of the gym returns to normal. I hear silence still as daylight returns to me… the sound of chattering a whispering as my cock lunges forward from my groin. I feel the head lurching forward into rock hard abs. looking up I see the young man… Staring concerned. My fat cock lunging and pulsing in throbs and quivers as it swells up…

“Call an ambulance!” I moan, grabbing on to my fat cock. The weight astounds me as I, a bodybuilder, am reduced to mush. An overwhelming pleasure floods through me as my cock throbs tighter, fatter, and longer.

“He… he’s gonna pop,” someone says.

“That’s gross… probably took too much Viagra or something,” I hear one woman say.

“You idiots… can’t you see my cock’s about to burst…?” I moan out in my head, but what escapes is only a moan.

*SQUUUUUEAL*

My cock swells bigger…

“That thing’s got to be at least 15 inches by now… when’s it gonna stop?”

“How big you think it’ll get?”

The voices keep chattering as a crowd gathers around the incredible inflating dick growing from this bodybuilder’s groin…

“Please… someone help… me…” I moan for relief… feeling a surge in my balls as they suddenly clench…

“Oh no… not those… nnnnnghu…” I moan, my cock now thicker than my forearm and approaching a staggering 20 incyes of man meat.

“Here… lets get you to the locker room…” I feel a couple of guys grab onto me. One a massive burly man and the other the swimmers build young man from earlier…

“Careful… it’s so full…”

“Yeah we see that… All right everybody, out of the way. Can’t you see the guy needs help…?”

“I’ll call someone…!” one woman says.

“God… you must’ve taken a whole bottle of boner pills to do this… yikes.”

“I promise… I haven’t t… taken anything… nuuuuuugh…” SWEEEEEEELLLL as my cock balloons. A leathery crunching sound is heard from my cock as it balloons outward. It feels like I’ve stuffed a water hose down my cock slit on full blast.

The weight of it drags further downward as it swells into my taint. I must waddle with log jutting from my groin. The quivering pulsating mass bloated and swollen. Deforming around the two cylinders of my cock… the cavernosum overfilled and still growing.

“Here… Sit down in here… Lord have mercy… that’s one tight dick…” I feel a hand placed on my searing hot cock.

*URRRRRRNG*

It swells further to meet this guy’s hand. The bodybuilder next to me is swollen with mass, much much bigger than me…

“I’ve got some baby oil here from my locker… I’m gonna use it to lube you up so your skin is stretchier…”

“That’ll be nice… Just don’t put too much pressure on my cock. It feels ready to burst…” I groan… rubbing on the right side of my fattening cock. It arches from my groin like a long blimp… nearly as wide as one my thighs and swelling fatter towards the cock head. The puckered slit slurping and schlepping as it maws into the open air. My cock head is swelling up fatter and fuller like big ole basketball cut in half and stuffed onto the over basketball thick shaft…

“I dunno how much more of this your cock can take…” the young man says.

“Nnnuhg…” I groan in pain… “So tight…” I say, the skin turning purple and shining as the veins and ridges of my cock become uber pronounced… The cockmeat striated through the skin.

“I can’t close my legs together… it’s swollen all the way down to my prostate… I can feel it,” I moan… my balls feeling full. Much more so than usual.

“Uh… your cock isn’t the only thing swelling here. Look…” the bodybuilder points out. I feel a bloomp as my nuts fall off the seat. Their weight is oppressive as I suddenly feel so backed up. My cock having driven my entire perception of the events unfolding until now. My balls feel like lead weights.

“Those suckers are huge…” I feel a hand grope one of them… and it feels like it overflows the palm…

“Those balls are feeling super tight…”

“Aahahahah…” I hear the voice cackling in the room…

“Unnnnngh” I moan… my balls burning as they stretch the sack and sag lower and lower to the ground…

“Geez! They’re swelling up quick! I can hear ’em sloshin’…” I hear the bodybuilder say. I notice his features. Bloated muscle all around. A layer of fat surrounding them as an off-season competitor in a bulking phase. His face scruffy with very hairy arms. His pecs protrude outward from the stinger tank he has on. Shelves of man muscle bloated and bulging with mass. His arms capped with big biceps covered in veins. His triceps flap on the back of his arms as they slap against the wing like lats of his back. No doubt, he’s on a cycle.

“Unnn…fucking hell…”

*EEEEEEECK*

My cock swells within the field vision in front of me. “OH god.. Oh GOD! DON’T LET ME POP!” I moan, my cock is tingling with each pulse. Each throb pushing my cock further and further bigger. It swells in length… then bulges outward in girth…. I can feel the skin pulling and stretching every second. A steady swell as the frenulum of my cock head pulls tight. The little bit of skin attaching it to the shaft from the head pulled taught…

“This.. this is it…” I moan…

*POP* *SWEEEEEEL*

“UUUUnghguH!” I feel something tear within the shaft as my cock suddenly balloons out fatter… dropping lower and lower until its head rest firmly on the ground…

“I… uh… something just broke.. i… us… fuckk…” I can’t think straight… “I think I just ripped through the tunica…”

“He’s gonna pop…. We need to take cover…!” The young man is now becoming terrified at the massive cock in front of him…

“I’m not leaving a brother alone while his cock grows out of control…” the bodybuilder says.

*CLICK* *CLICK*

I hear heels of a woman’s feet rounding the corner…

“So… this is the short muscle man with a big dick I hear…” She comes into the area we are as the body builder and the young man slowly look at her.

The intense gaze I receive from her only intensifies my horny state.

*URRRRRRNG* My cock belts out another whine as it swells. I can feel the cock head scoot and slide as it swells further forward, lengthening and shuddering as cum pours from the slit. My bloated balls feel like they’ve hit the size of a couple of beach balls. Churning and glorping as they swell with cum.

“My name is Dr. Rachel…” Her eyes pierce into me. “All right, send in the team. And quarantine these two as well…”

“What do you mean… quarantine…?” the bodybuilder says a few bigger men in protective gear come in and wrangle them out.

“Who… are… you people…” I ask, my cock twitching. A painful stretching encompasses my cock as I look at the bloated mass. My cock is at its limit as it shudders, struggling to fill with even more blood…

Stretch marks can be seen darting across the fat surface. My veins have swollen fat and pulse against the surface of the tight, paper-thin skin.

“You’re not the biggest… looks to me you’re almost out of room to grow anymore…” She sighs, raising her arm with a mobile-phone like device…

“Just as I suspected.” She turns the device around as she approaches me, laying a hand on my fat cock. It’s gotten so thick I’m forced to lean backwards as the shaft base swells up against my lower abdomen…

Subject at Critical Mass: Tissue Damage Irreversible—Failure Imminent

I see the warning on the screen… panicking I look at her for reassurance… tears forming in my eyes…

“Don’t worry… this will stop it.” She suddenly jabs my dick with a syringe. Plunging whatever liquid into my dick I feel it burn. Spreading throughout my entire bloated cock. It shudders as my balls begin rumbling…. I feel the sack stretching around the globes of testicle meat.

“What have you done—nuuuhgh!” I shout, squealing from the immense pressure building across the length of my cock.

My cock groans deeper and deeper. Fleshy squelching noises can be heard as it swells one final time… the erection pumping bigger and bigger as she backs away. My balls swelling fatter and fatter as they widen out like big water balloons filled with cum. They’ve grown so fat they begin pushing up on my hamstrings as they slosh and churn…

“This will bring you to your final true size…” she says… just as I fear my cock was about to blow apart from this sudden bulging growth… It stops….

The tight skin is still showing signs of giving out as the stretch marks have become more numerous, bruising having occurred in multiple places on my cock as my balls ache for release.

“Mmmm… only 47 inches long….” She seems disappointed… “At least the girth makes up for it, though… See… you’ve gotten reaaaaal thick in that department.” She winks at me.

I feel my cockhead pressing firmly into the lockers ahead of me. A long, big, bloated cylinder of flesh, nearly twice as thick as my own bloated 30” girthy quads…

I look at the enormous blimp of a cock jutting from my crotch, men in protective gear surrounding me. They collect samples of semen as they set up ladders and climb up and over my cock to the other side. Some examine the stretch marks and others push on the skin, testing the give in the flesh. No give whatsoever. Packed tight with man-meat and filled to the brim with cum…

“I’ll see you down at the lab…” she add sultrily at me before clicking off a few steps away in her heels to confer with her team.

Who is this Dr. Rachel? Why am I being quarantined??

I moan, my cock aching as I feel it shudder and pulse once again.

“Doctor…. We really need to get these nano machines under check. They’re causing havoc and now… they’re picking victims to suit their own personal parameters…”

“I know…” She smiles at the old guy in glasses and lab coat. “I designed it that way.”

“Oh… I’ve got a bad feeling about this one…” the old man says, walking with her.

“You worry too much… Let’s back to the lab and prep for our new guinea pig…” She says… “The last one didn’t end well, and I need someone who’s gonna hold up as long as possible…”

A large transport van pulls into the facility, as the doctor waits for David’s transport back to the UberPump, Inc. laboratory.

A cloud of wispy like smoke floats in the air above them… dissipating into the sky as the doctor looks up, as if not wanting her to see.

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