The Muscle Machine (Part 3)

[arpeejay]

By Richard Jasper

Part 2: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=17388

Part 1: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=17384

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"Are you ready for round six?" Max asked.

Ralph groaned.

"Are you out of your fucking mind? No, I'm not ready for round six! Ask me in January!"

Max frowned. He loomed over Ralph, his massive arms on either side of Ralph's lithe, dancer's bod.

Max flexed.

"I could make you," he said.

Ralph's dark eyes flashed.

"Max, look at me," he said. "No means NO, I don't care how big you are."

Max blushed.

"Uh, well, yeah, I know that," he said. "Sorry, I was just..."

Ralph grabbed Max's 10 1/2 inch poker and playfully twisted it.

"Yeeow!!" Max exclaimed. "What did you do THAT for?"

Ralph laughed, then nudged Max's wrists so the big man fell right on him.

"Just so you'll remember," Ralph said, sticking his tongue down Max's throat. "That bigger isn't always better."

They did it a sixth time after all, Ralph's hole finding it suddenly easier than before, and then they slept.

* * *

The next morning...

"Crap," Max said, standing in front of the john.

It was clear that he hadn't grown, not a lick. Still just as studly and awesome as he had been the night before but no sensational overnight growth. Max was so broad that he couldn't see Ralph come in the bathroom behind him. He nearly jumped out of his pumped up skin when he heard someone say:

"Check it out, dude!"

Max whirled and...

"Shit, Ralph! Look at you!"

This time Ralph was the one who had grown overnight. He looked slightly taller and, holy fuck, he had muscles! Not huge ones, mind, but definitely muscles.

"Good God Almighty," Max said. "Yer built."

Ralph snorted.

"Oh, gimme a break, Big Man," he said. "I still look like a fucking piece of spaghetti next to you!"

Which was true, Max realized, but made no difference.

"You look good enough to eat!"

Ralph's stomach growled.

"Speaking of which," he said. "But let's measure first."

And so they did. It was the same story as with Max the day before: An inch taller, 20 lbs. heavier, all muscle, an extra inch on Ralph's dick. At 5'11 and 155 lbs., he looked like a gymnast or a competitive swimmer. Looking at Ralph's enhanced hotness brought Max's big meat to full mast.

"Whoah, Big Fella," Ralph said. "We need to think this through."

Over breakfast at Cox Hall, they talked about.

"The first fuck-a-thon, you grew," Ralph pointed out.

"And the second fuck-a-thon, I didn't," Max agreed. "But you did. What's that all about?"

Ralph looked at his big boyfriend.

Boyfriend? he thought. Hmmm.

"Maybe we need to try it the other way?" Ralph said. "Maybe I should fuck you?"

Max grimaced.

"I don't think I'm ready for that," he admitted.

Ralph gave him the look.

"Oh, OK, I get it," he said. "It's OK for me to have your baseball bat up my butt but not OK for you to have mine up yours?!"

Max blushed profusely. For all his mega hotness, he looked like a little boy who'd just been caught pulling the cat's tail.

"Uh, well, I..."

Ralph snorted.

"It's OK," Ralph said. "I think we need a different strategy."

Max just gaped. It occurred to him that Ralph really was trying to figure out what was going on.

"I don't know," Max said. "I don't care. I just want to fuck. And grow more muscles!"

Ralph stared off into space for a full minute, then snapped his fingers, and beamed.

"I've got it," he said. "Curtis Perkins!"

Max just stared.

"The fat guy with the pimples?"

Ralph nodded.

"Biggest bottom at Emory," he said. "If anybody can take your big tool, it's Curtis!"

* * *

"I can't believe you're coming on to me," Curtis said over dinner that evening.

Ralph and Max looked at each other.

"Well, here's the thing, Curt," Ralph said.

Curtis raised an eyebrow.

"Max is too big for me," Ralph continued.

Curtis' mouth dropped open.

"Too big?" he muttered. "For YOU?"

Max gave Ralph a glance. It suddenly occurred to him to wonder how Ralphie had become such an enthusiastic bottom.

"Just how big is it?" Curtis demanded.

Max blushed. Ralph told him. Curtis' eyes got big.

"And that's just length," Ralph added. "He's also..."

And he told Curtis how big around Max was when fully hard.

Curtis looked like he might pass out. Of course, Curtis often looked like he might pass out. At 5'10, their fellow sophomore was well over 250 lbs., and unlike Max, it wasn't all muscle. In fact, there wasn't any muscle at all.

"But why me?" Curtis asked. "It's not like I'm Mister Universe or something, like Max here!"

Max's expression was desperate.

"Curt, dude," he said. "This is the deal: I gotta fuck! That's all there is to it. I need somebody who can handle it, somebody who can appreciate it."

Curtis sat up straighter, squared his narrow shoulders, lifted his sagging chins.

"Max, my man, you've found your bottom."

* * *

A few hours later, Max and Ralph were walking back to their apartment.

When did that happen? Max wondered.

"You know," Ralph said. "Curtis is really actually quite a handsome guy..."

Max, surprisingly, nodded.

"Big green eyes, long dark lashes, pouty lips," he agreed. "What's not to like?"

They looked at each other.

"Well," Ralph said. "There's the 250 lbs. of blubber."

Max sighed.

"And the pimples," he agreed. "Although those might go away if he didn't eat so much damn much junk food."

Ralph nodded.

"Do you think it worked?" he asked.

Max put his massive arm around his lover's neck.

"Hard to know, right? I certainly fucked the hell out of him, and let me tell you, that boy really does have one fucking hot hole."

Ralph stiffened a bit in Max's embrace.

"Although not remotely as hot as yours," Max continued.

Ralph sighed and relaxed.

"We'll know in the morning, eh?"

Max nodded.

In the morning, he thought.

* * *

Part 4: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=17395

[JP71]

Having a little chub action in there was refreshing. Thank fuck you've got all parts written. I would be climbing the walls, otherwise, waiting for the next part. A really exciting and well-written story.