Random Acts-The Demigod Chronicles

[V.R.Goh]

This story is in the tradition of Random Acts of Muscle. For the background, read my story entitled "Interview with a Muscle God." Basically, create a guy to be a Demigod of Muscle and go from there. I'll start off with this one.

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction depicting two adults engaging in unprotected, consensual sex. This author does not condone acts of unprotected sex in any way, shape or form. Any resemblance between the characters in this story and real life persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and unintended.
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After the interview with the man known only as the Muscle God, Nick found his life, and his once skinny body, changed forever. The first interview, which he conducted for a underground tabloid for muscle fetishists, ended with him cumming to the sheer mass of his muscles and power. He had never seen anyone so monstrously massive.

It was the second interview, however, that initiated Nick into a whole new world of sthenolagnia.* He tried to be as professional as possible, focusing only on the interview. He failed miserably, giving in to his desires. He finally begged the massive muscle exhibitionist to suck on his colossal cock. The aptly-named Muscle God was happy to oblige, and soon his mutagenic seed transformed the once 5'9", 135 pound young man into a 6'7", 1700 pound Demigod of Muscle.

It took Nick a few minutes to accustom himself to his new physique, but soon he was being shown the ropes of the business. Nick was a fast learner, Picking up pose after pose and combining them into his own personal routine. He was also told that the salary he would make as a Demigod would blow away the pittance he earns as a reporter. So, he emailed his boss two things: the transcript of his second (and final) interview and a letter announcing his immediate resignation, saying that he found "a better place to utilize my talents."

Since each of the Demigods had a stage name, Nick used his Greek heritage to find one for himself. He found a perfect stage name in Kratos, the Greek word for strength. Doing more research, Nick found that Kratos was a winged enforcer in the service of Zeus, king of the Olympians. It fit Nick to a T, so Nick decided to use Kratos as his stage name. It was going to be necessary, because the Muscle God told him that, in order to pick up jobs, he had to register as the Demigods's website.

After the registration process, Nick (a.k.a. Kratos) found a group contract with a wealthy woman looking for entertainment for her bachelorette party. When "Kratos" called the woman who place the ad, Karen, she said that the party was a surprise for her sister, Stella, who was getting married the next day. Karen wanted to surprise the bride with a bachelorette party, complete with a hot stripper. Fortunately, all of the girls were into muscle, and the groom was himself a professional bodybuilder and licensed personal trainer. With no intention to seduce the bride away from her love, Kratos gladly accepted the job.

Each of the girls put in $50, and Karen paid an extra $50 for Stella, the bride. In total, Karen would give Nick $500 for the maid of honor (Karen), the eight bridesmaids, and the bride. As Nick drove to the address that Karen provided, he was grateful that he quit his reporter job, which would have taken a month to pay him what he is earning from one job. When he arrived, he parked his car and stepped out, observing his surroundings.

The house itself was well-built, almost big enough to be considered a mansion. He would have expected to see places like this in Beverly Hills instead of Nassau County. Nick adjusted the poser that he wore under his jeans so it wasn't giving him a wedgie and walked up to the front door. It was a bit difficult to walk in the clothes he wore, since he deliberately bought the short-sleeved ringer T-shirt and jeans a size too small. He had practiced his routine for an hour before leaving for the job, so he knew what to do. As he rang the doorbell, Nick went over the routine in his head from start to finish. Finally, the door opened.

"You must be Kratos," said the woman who answered. She was 5'8" tall and very attractive, with luscious D-cup breasts and a tight waist that belied her years of exercise. It was all Nick could do to maintain his composure, because he wanted to fuck her right then and there before moving on to every other girl there. He remembered that an extremely heightened libido was a side effect of the mutagenic Muscle Cum that his recruiter gave him

"Yeah," answered Nick in a confident tone, "and you must be Karen. I recognize your voice." As Karen led him to the basement, she said that she would pay him after his routine was finished and invited him to stay afterward, an offer which Kratos accepted. Nick secretly hoped to bed Karen and/or at least one of the bridesmaids.

Karen walked into the room first, telling Stella and the other girls that the entertainment was here. She set up the music that he requested, which was Richard Strauss's piece, "Also Sprach Zarathustra," and nodded to Nick. This is it, he thought, Kratos's debut. With a deep breath, Kratos strutted into the room. As the song played, Kratos performed the routine to his exact specifications. First, he raised his arms in time with the trumpet intro. Then, as the piece continued, he flexed his mountainous biceps, tearing the sleeves of his shirt to shreds. At the same time, a single rip formed down the front of his shirt, starting just below his collarbone and stopping below his navel. The scraps of fabric that were once sleeves fell to the floor like autumn leaves, leaving his massive arms exposed. He pivoted to his right, dropping his left arm into a triceps pose. Gasps of awe and moans of lust added the right accent to the brass of the classical piece.

Bringing his arms down in front of his belly button, Kratos grabbed his wrist and pulled back into a side chest pose. Another tear formed in the front of his shirt, this time from just past his left nipple to the larger, vertical tear. Turning 180 degrees, he straightened his right arm into a punctuated triceps pose. Grabbing his wrist with his left hand, he mirrored the previous side chest pose. Immediately, a third tear formed to match the second. Fortunately, none of the girls seemed offended by the crucifix that the three rips formed on his shirt.

Turning back to face his audience, he could see that most of them were either staring in wide-eyed amazement at this beautiful muscle beast, or trying desperately not to fondle themselves on the spot. Nick smiled, knowing that he would likely have them cumming by the end. He put his hands on his waist and, with a deep breath, spread his wing-like lats. The sound of tearing cotton told him the tale of another rip down the back of his shirt. It won't be long now, thought Nick, before they see all of me. He released the pose, staring deep into the eyes of the horny women. Half of them were fondling themselves, while the other half were drooling over him. Nick was positively intoxicated by this show of adoration.

Hearing the music arriving at its conclusion, Kratos decided to wrap up. Rising up on his toes caused his pants to tear from the bottom of the legs up to the knees. A single squat of his might legs caused the tear to advance to his waist. The scraps of denim fluttered to the floor, revealing his bright red posers. As the song reached its conclusion, Kratos clenched his fists and flexed a mind-blowing most muscular. Every sinew stood out in bold relief, rife with striations and veins in the right places. Half of the girls were cumming in their seats, while the other half were well on their way. Nick loved it.

After the show, Karen gave him the $500 as promised and invited him to stay for the rest of the party. Kratos gladly accepted, taking a moment to put the money in his wallet, which he wisely kept in his car. After securing his money, he placed the spare key on a chain around his neck and joined the festivities.

During the party, everyone wanted to feel his muscles. Most were clinging to his bulging biceps or his cavernous chest. Stella was impressed with Kratos's washboard abs and wide deltoids. After a few minutes, Karen pulled him into a room separate from the rest of the party. It was obviously a guest room, but it also doubled as a sex room.

"I've wanted you ever since I saw your picture," said Karen as she stripped. "Please, Kratos, fuck me. Let me feel that godlike cock inside of me." With that, she jumped into his arms, wrapping her strong legs around his tight waist. Unfazed by her weight, yet enough of a gentlemen to not ask how much weight, Kratos held her up with one hand while removing his poser with the other. They kissed passionately as he walked over to the bed. Knowing that the bed would not be able to hold him, much less both of them, he knelt onto the floor.

"Hold on," Kratos said with lust in his voice, "'cause you're goin' for a ride." Kratos lowered Karen onto his semi-tumescent cock and began to suck her tongue into his mouth. She moaned into his mouth as his cock swelled in her tight clit. Flexing his ramrod caused her to moan even more, pushing her closer and closer to orgasm.

"Oh, God, Kratos," she moaned with lustful passion. "You're so hot. These muscles and that cock, Oh God, you're all man!" He fed off of her adoration like a vampire would on blood as he continued his slow fuck.He controlled the speed of his ministrations, making sure to bring optimum pleasure to himself and his partner. Once he managed to imbed his lance in Karen up to the hilt, Kratos held on to her waist firmly. In one fluid motion, he stood up to his full height, supporting her on his massive mainmast. Karen moaned loudly as she neared orgasm.

"Oh, Kratos, you live up to your name," she shouted, reminding Nick that his profile on the Demigods's site includes the origin of the name. "So much muscle, so strong, you're more than man. You're a god of muscle and strength and sex and power. Let me feel your god-cum inside you!" Nick decided to give the lady what she wanted.

Nick continued to hold her in a suspended missionary, supported only by his superhumanly strong arms, as he resumed his thrusts. Faster and faster they became as her moans and cries of ecstasy became louder and more frequent. Kratos started grunting in time with her moans as they both approached climax. Finally, Karen let out a loud scream of orgasmic bliss as she came. At the same time, Kratos unleashed a sex-charged roar as he came inside of her wet vagina. Karen and Nick spent the rest of the party together, trying out new sex positions. His natural flexibility, coupled with his Demigod strength allowed him to use a new array of positions, including some from a copy of the Kama Sutra found in the room.

After the party, Karen gave Kratos her contact information so that they could get together. While Nick would have different clients and Karen had her job, both would be able to meet to continue from where they left off. Besides, Nick found out that some of the positions are easier when the guy is superstrong.

(sthenolagnia: sexual arousal from demonstrations of strength or muscles)

[markkus]

I really love that story just like the other you wrote !
I appreciate when muscle guys are involved in sex whith girls, and I really appreciate when I can read sex stories whith bisexual sex !
Keep going mate !

[V.R.Goh]

Alex has been a Demigod of Muscle for two years now, and he has enjoyed every minute of it. Ever since he met the Muscle God, he wanted to share in his world of mega-massive muscle and absolute adoration of size and strength. After being "blessed" by his beautifully buff benefactor, he didn't look back on his old life.

Before his transformation, Alex was a young bisexual man who, at 18, left home for good. His overbearing father refused to accept him for "living a lifestyle that was abomination to God." Though his mother tried to stop him from leaving, Alex made up his mind. Alex's father, a Baptist preacher who believed that any form of homosexuality was reviled by God, found himself at odds with his son, who was more open-minded. Alex promised to remain in touch with his mother as much as he could, but would constantly refuse to ever speak with his father again.

To this day, Alex talks to his mother on the phone every week. It was through his mother that he found out about his parents' divorce. Officially, they divorced for "irreconcilable differences." The real reason was that she couldn't take any more of his bigotry and hatred, especially towards their son. She moved back in with her mother after the divorce was final, but not before telling his entire congregation about their son and what he thought was a secret affair with one of the deacons. It was an embarrassing blow to both her ex-husband and the young deacon, but more poetic since the deacon was named Michael.

Alex was on his way to another job during this moment of reminiscing. He had received a call from one of his regulars, a wealthy woman named Diana who was inviting the other members of the Suffolk County Cougar Club to her palatial estate in the Hamptons for their monthly party. (Author's note: In case you don't know, reader, a cougar is not just a big cat. It's also a woman in her 40s who dates much younger men, usually in their 20s.) Diana had asked Alex, who uses the stage name Adonis, to provide the entertainment for a sizable payment of $3000. "Adonis" gladly accepted the offer, knowing that he would have them creaming themselves by the end of his performance. In two years, he has yet to have a client watch his entire show without cumming part of the way through.

As he arrived at Diana's spacious mansion, he remembered how Diana could afford to pay him three grand for a single show on a regular basis. Apparently, Diana invested in the Stock Market, making wise investments for huge profits, then pulling out before the stocks crashed. The SEC suspected her of inside trading, but evidence provided by her and her contacts proved her innocence. Alex brushed a lock of his long, wavy, blond hair out of his eye as he approached the front door. He felt slightly uncomfortable in that tan trench coat which hid a royal blue muscle shirt that clung to his massive torso like a second skin, blue jeans that looked painted onto his tree trunk legs, and white sneakers. He knew, however, that he would soon be rid on them and have another need for the trench coat. He rang the doorbell, anticipating Diana's butler, Cameron, answering the door. After a brief moment, the door creaked open, and a gentleman in his mid-40s stood on the other side.

"Master Adonis," said Cameron with a smile, "you're right on time. Miss Diana and her friends are outside by the pool. I believe you know the way."

"Yes," Adonis replied with a nod, "I still remember. Thank you, Cameron." Adonis made his way to the pool while Cameron tended to other matters around the house. When Adonis arrived at the glass sliding door that led to the pool area, he paused for a moment to take off his sneakers and coat, since he would need them afterward.

Adonis opened the sliding door and stepped out to the pool area, where Diana and the other cougars waited. The ladies were lounging by the pool, anxious for the entertainment to arrive when he saw them. When they saw him, however, their reaction went from slightly bored to aroused in no time flat. He was used to capturing the attention of an entire room by simply walking into it, since it happened all the time. He wasted no time with introductions, since they all knew him, and got down to business.

Adonis slowly raised his mountainous arms until they were level with his wide-as-a-city-bus shoulders, flaring out his lats that reminded onlookers of a manta ray. Bending his arms at the elbow, he flexed his bulging biceps. The power of his arms was enough to tear the sleeves of his muscle shirt in two from the ends to where they joined with the rest of the shirt. At the same time, his wide lats shoved their way through the sides of his shirt as a single tear formed in front from collar to waist, exposing his cavernous chest and adamantine eight-pack abs. This tearing caused the women to moan with lust and call his name with passion. He continued to hold the front double biceps that could win him the Mr. Olympia hands down with a single pose.

Placing his fists on his waist, Adonis spread his monstrous back even further. A loud ripping noise signaled that a large tear formed in the back of his shirt. Adonis could feel the shirt split at the collar and down the middle, exposing the ridiculously ripped muscles of his back. The remains of his shirt were strips of cloth wrapped around his bulbous deltoids. He grabbed these bits of fabric that dared to contain his masculine magnificence and tore them away, exposing his torso in all its mega-muscular glory. A stirring in his crotch told him that his jeans would soon meet the same fate.

Diana and the other cougars were screaming his name as if he was a god made flesh. A few of them sported dark stains in their crotches, confirming his prediction of having some of them cumming halfway through. Now he aimed for the other half joining them. Bringing his arms in front of his navel, he flexed a most muscular that would have even the most heterosexual man cumming at the sight of him and wanting to suck on his cock which, even now, was ready to power through his jeans. He pumped the pose over and over, looking more and more ripped each time. His jeans creaked and groaned in protest as they failed to contain the beast within. In a scream of tearing cotton, Adonis's 15" cock tore through its denim prison to the orgasmic delight of all onlookers, who were now gather close around him and adoring his powerful physique. As his massive member powered through its cotton confines, his thick legs pumped enough to reduce his jeans to shreds that fluttered to the floor.

Every woman at the party was lost in sexual climax. Various moans and grunts were intermixed with screams of praise for Adonis. He knew that performances like this would keep groups like this coming back for more.

[markkus]

yes indeed ! please more ! ;0))

[fillups44]

Freddy's Story

This story contains some profanity, if this offends you should probably skip to the next demigod!!


For some people, life is golden. They have looks, they have money, they're healthy.

And then some of us, life fucks hard.

My mom started in on contractions on only the seventh month of pregnancy. She died on the operating table with all the hospital scrambling around pumping shit into her to try and bring her back to life. They pulled me out of her corpse, a misformed scrawny rat of a malformed fetus.

Somehow this little thing hung on to life. A boy, what dad had always wanted but something was wrong with my legs so I had to limp around and mostly live in a fucking chair my whole life. When I was four, my dad drove his car off a cliff. I always thought it was because he didn't have the nerve to keep dealing with his malformed son.

I went to live in a bunch of homes. This world doesn't like a free loader and that's the way everyone looks at me. I can see it in their eyes when I come wheeling in with my useless stick legs. You useless crippled piece of crap that helped kill two perfectly good people. It's expensive to keep me alive and yet the fuckers do it and make me think I should be grateful.

So I'm 18, making some money selling papers on the corner. Yeah fucking newspapers with the internet giving everyone a hard on but I have a lot of 'em and people still buy some. I actually am not bad looking and that sometimes helps. I remember one time a woman looked at me with my wavy almost black hair and my dark blue eyes dropped $100 on my stand and said,"what an angel isn't it a shame." I wanted to shove the cash up her fucking twat, but instead I smiled like the angel I am not and took it and used it to start a bank account.

Anyway, after a day of that I go into the library to hide from my life. Usually I read stuff but sometimes I surf the net. I'm looking at some muscle sites and the guys, as usual, make me want to beat off. I don't because I don't want to get kicked out.

But suddenly I come across this GOD of muscle. I mean that's what he calls himself. He is unreal. I mean he's not only everything I'm not, he's everything Mr. Olympia is fucking not. He's taller than Shaq and his muscles. Oh Fuck.....my pole is stiff and pushing hard against my jeans. There is a picture where he is standing next to Gunther Schlierkamp, a guy who himself dwarfs normal men with his height and his muscle and Gunther looks like a fucking little boy. This guy's arms totally overwhelm Gunther's fucking thick torso. And he is so perfectly put together.

The guy is four years older than me, 22. He is over seven feet tall and weighs 2,500 pounds. Think of it. Ronnie Coleman, Jay Cutler or Gunther. What are they??? Maybe sometimes they get to over 300 pounds. That's pretty amazing. But this guy is over 8 TIMES as BIG as them and ripped, my god he is so covered in muscle.

I'm 5'5" if I can stand up straight enough to be measured and I tip the Toledo at a pathetic 92 pounds. This guy's forearm probably weighs more than my whole fucking body. I suddenly cum at the thought of the guy. I feel the damp spread on my jeans but I don't fucking care because the best thing about this guy is that he is for fucking sale. His ad says $500 and he is in a nearby city.

I think of my bank account. I have enough saved up to meet this guy, to spend time with him. I know he'll think I'm fucking pathetic but guess what, I'm fucking paying him. He is going to work for me.

I hit the connect link and fill out the info and hook to my pay pal. He must be online because the reply comes back almost instantly confirming my request and since I'll be coming in out of town, he throws in a visit to his place for the encounter. I email my assent and its done.

The next thing I know I'm on his doorstep staring at the this Muscle monster. If I rolled too close I wouldn't see his handsome face because of the humongous shelf of muscle he calls a chest is bulging out stretching his black t-shirt to the breaking point just standing there. His eyes take me in. I'm wearing a preppy sweater and khakis to hide my thinness. He looks me over twice, taking in my chair, "This'll be real interestin'" his beautiful mouth curls in a grin of....anticipation???? I can't believe it. What kind of sick fuck gets off on the idea of fooling around with me. Maybe he's just really good at this seduction business.

Needless to say, I'm hard like steel and ready to erupt from my first glance. As he turns to lead me into the darkness of his home, I'm transfixed by the muscular landscape of his amazing back so wide and tapering down hard to his waist. His ass, so perfect pushing against the khakis he's wearing and his calves I can see them stressing the material with their size. I feel my cock start to leak pre-cum and I take a ragged breath and push my chair in after him. The door closes somehow behind me.

He leads me into a medium sized room with a large empty desk and two chairs. There's a wall sized mirror behind the desk. I can't seem to see any details other than this extraordinary man in front of me. Pictures I've seen of the Hulk kind of do him justice, he looks like he could crush a tank like a tin can, but he is bigger even than that superhero and beautiful....I can't believe how much so.

"We can now begin the interview," he says smiling. Interview (?) I think but it's a blur. I want to see and remember every detail but all I can look at are all those deep caverns of muscle. He is naked and more and more spectacular. His arms open like a giant vault of muscle allowing me access to his amazing torso. I'm like an ant next to him. Deep, deep ruts of muscle and sinew. At first he guides my hands so I know I can touch this God of a being in front of me. And my hands are moving everywhere. There is no softness to him. He's hard and warm. My hands skitter across his skin and suddenly there is his huge cock. I open my mouth wide to take this firehose into me feeling the length of it push back into my throat. I can fuckin' take this thing. My eyes are filling with tears from the pain but the pleasure I'm feeling is worth it.

I'm sucking and licking working my way down his huge shaft working the head. I hear him moan. All of the sudden he cums. My mouth fills with the warmth of his cum, the pressure burns into me and I can't contain the liquid it washes up and into my nose. I greedily start sucking it down. As much as I can, I knead his grapefruit like balls desperately milking them, gulping the salty stuff into my body.

My body is burning and I feel.......my legs. I hear a crash somehow my wheelchair just got pushed back, hard ramming into the wall I hear the sound of something breaking. My legs....I'm standing....standing looking at the mounds of his gigantic chest in front of my eyes. I'm tall enought to stare into his chest!! I feel pleasure and happiness and... I crane my neck back away from his pectoral splendor and I notice his face he is not surprised but he is studying me. I want to jump on top of him but my body convulses with shudders of sensation. Pins and needles pulse all over me.

My sweater is getting hot and tight. I clutch at it with my hands and pull my sweater to shreds. I gasp looking down at my chest, it used to be like a flat, white canvas with the sticks of my ribs looking like they were going to break through the skin. I see my chest swelling the flatness expanding to two hard globes of muscular flesh. All of the sudden I want to flex. Bigger.

I can feel my body expanding. I am barely aware of how tight my pants were when they suddenly rip away from my thighs revealing.... Oh man my legs are thick and STRONG. I bounce a bit on the soles of my feet in a fit of joy, exultation. My thighs ripple with erupting striations as they respond to my thoughts. I can see all these long thick cables of muscle. I put my hand on a big muscle on my thigh. It is hard to fit my hand on it. My thighs are looking like something a guy who did squats with cars would get. I jiggle the muscled expanse of my leg and watch the wave of muscle cross my monstrous thigh. All those crags and I am moving my legs. My legs. I want to scream.

I feel my breathing like my lungs were powering some insanely powerful machine. I looked at my arm. My forearm furrowed with deep bands of muscle. Beefier at it gets close to my elbow and rounding up to a now insanely huge upper arm. I flex and watch a Himalayan mound of muscle spring up, high, peaked and wide. I grab my arm to cop a feel and my jaw almost hits the floor. The thing feels like rock, immovable. Hard and powerful, not like my arm at all. Even my hands are thick with muscle and veins.

And I'm growing taller. I gasp and sink to my knees as a wave of heat passes through my body. I don't know. I must have lost consciousness for a minute for I suddenly find myself staring at two massive, perfect calves. Like someone stuffed half a melon under perfectly tan skin.

A gentle voice, with a deep throated urgency, "Get up," A hand that feels small on the massive expanse of my arm. A gentle tug.

My legs still support me as I easily stand from where I was lying and I am eyeball to eyeball with him. We are the same height. He leads me to a full length mirror. "This has never happened before with any man I've been with," he says, a kind of awe in his voice.

There we stand in the reflection of the full wall sized mirror running the length of the room. Side by side. I'm exactly his height. I again almost gasp at his monstrous, Incredible Hulk dwarfing size. His perfectly formed body. Then I look over at my reflection. My face is still my face. The face of an eighteen year old with dark blue black hair and blue eyes. But my body.

It's the same height as him but thicker insanely thicker than the tank busting brute next to me. Thicker and an even more riotously muscular, covered in veins and striations, I am grotesquely huge and yet....I lift my gargantuan arms and watch the beefy monsters move up revealing the incredible width and thickness of my back and the deep, incredibly deep cave of my arm pits tapering down to the striated perfection of my midsection....and yet it all fits together in a harmony of super, sized muscle. I reach up with my catcher mitt sized hand and touch the huge pillar of my neck framed by the gargantuan, swelling watermelon sized expanse of my traps. I can feel my pulse, like the engine of a mack truck, a stampede of horsepower coursing through my veins.

Playfully the man next to me flexes into a double biceps pose. His cannons erupt with size dwarfing his head with piles of herculean slabs of muscle. The wide expanse of his back push against the immovable mass of me and he stands to the side to allow space to display the full majesty of his muscle. I feel myself being pushed back from the mirror. My fucking cock has grown, oh fuck to almost a foot and a half and my erection is pushing me away from the mirror. The rod protrudes from my body like the thick gnarled limb of an oak tree.

I take a step back to accommodate my third leg and raise my arms straight overhead pushing my traps slightly inward. Looking at the reflection I can see even as I hold this pose which pulls my muscles inward my traps are already expanded more than his full flex. As I bring my arms down into a planet crushing double biceps. The peaks mound up over 4 times the size of his mountains. Their size towers over either side of my head. My lats expand to almost the length of the room crushing my fellow muscle monster to the side.

"Fuuuuuccccckkkkk!!!" I barbarically yawlp. The girder of my towering cock starts gushing cum all over the mirror, all over the smaller muscle giant next to me. He opens his mouth letting the thick white ropes of cum in. As the gusher subsides, a sudden thought hits me.

"What did you mean, this has never happened before but you didn't seem so surprised something did happen."

He is licking semen off his own monolithically huge forearm, he looks at me. His beautiful face unreadable. "When I am with a man I am attracted to and I cum on him. He grows but never as massive as me. You, you...." He is suddenly speechless as he takes in my rippling immensity.

I stare at this unbelievably hulkingly beautiful man that I now dwarf in front of me.

I want to go out and see what this muscle can do in the world. I feel fucking invulnerable. Do I have powers like him? I want to know.

Without a word I turn to go. He makes a noise, a protest? The sound is swallowed as he stops himself. I step outside his front door.

My incredible, powerful miraculous legs tense.

I jump.

I am flying.

[iceman75]

Holy sh*t!!! Usually I don't comment too much anymore unless a story really hits me just right and this was just an incredible chapter to this story, I loved the fact that the first guy made the most massive male bodybuilder in the World look like an anorexic wimp, then suddenly, he transforms this 18 year old kid into an even bigger version, making this massive guy who weighs as much as a car look even smaller than he usually makes huge male bodybuilders look. Awesome, awesome stuff!