Mike Hugeman: Super-powered Muscle Whore Ep. 5

[JP71]

[COLOR=dimgray]MIKE HUGEMAN[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]SUPER-POWERED MUSCLE WHORE[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]By JP71[/COLOR]

[COLOR=yellow]Ep 1:[/COLOR][COLOR=yellow]Ep 2:[/COLOR][COLOR=yellow]Ep 3:[/COLOR][COLOR=yellow]Ep 4:[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]*Episode 5*[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]“Mighty on Aphrodite- Part 2”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]Previously: rescued from the sea by a Grecian Tycoon, Mike Hugeman has the run of a vessel populated by gay bodybuilding hunks: The Gaultier Six are ex-male models who now devote their lives to bodybuilding, looking hot, and serving their master as crewmen on the Aphrodite. The Hugeman has already fucked three of the six, Christos, Simon, and Manolis, but he is hungry to fuck the other three. As he sets off exploring the luxurious yacht, he discovers the onboard gym, and decides to have a workout like no other....[/COLOR]


[COLOR=dimgray]“Think I’ll work some blood into my guns,” Mike decided, as he picked up the largest dumbbells he could find and began to rhythmically pump each one up and down in alternating curls. He cranked out twenty reps in the first set, put the bells down and thought about the process. He snorted with disdain. “Fuckin’ pussies... callin’ themselves bodybuilders. Huh, they couldn’t bodybuild their ways out of a vegan picnic!” His unsound simile made no sense. And so he flexed in order to make himself think more clearly. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]Standing before the mirrored wall, Hugeman brought his arms upward, fists bunched tightly, so that his knuckles threatened to burst through his skin. “Grrrrrrrr,” he grrrrrrrred, working up his man-muscle-lust into an internal fuel that could probably power a hospital for a year. Veins pushed upwards and outwards across his mountainous self, bulging with near-seismic force and coaxing super-hard thickness from the muscles of his fore- and upper arms. His biceps gushed with size, upwards from a cold 34.5 inches, to a colossal 44.5. “Fuck, I can see the measurements in my head,” he exclaimed, utterly fascinated. Could this be the development of a new ability? The more he flexed, the more he could concentrate, and the more he did both, the more his command of the body became more dominating yet. “Damn,” he cried, thinking about his weight, imagining himself to be standing on a virtual scale whilst around him half a dozen virtual clones of him engaged in a muscle-gorging, cock-fucking-and-sucking orgy. In his mind the scale told him: 647lbs. It also told him his height: 6’3.5” and that his body fat was 0%.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]“Goddam, I’m evolving into a superhuman,” he cried, and he reeled somewhat, staggering on his feet as he struggled to process his new abilities and to accept his new size. He leaned against a wall for support, causing the Aphrodite to rock slightly on calm waters.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]“Last time I measured my chest it was ninety-four cold and a hundred and sixteen inches flexed. Hmm,” he thought about the numbers in his head as he regarded himself with integral interest, bouncing his pecs with feverish delight in front of the mirror. The massive mounds heaved and rippled, alternating between soft domes of man-beef one second, and super-striated glaciers of ripped diamond-hardness the next. He counted five incredible segments in his pecs now, when flexed to their fullest so that the striations created deep gullies across each pec. Then he flexed his entire torso, metamorphosing it into a massive delta-spread, re-adjusting his ribcage so that his entire upper body filled out, seeming, also, to surge higher around his neck and jaw-line. Striations flared across his titanic muscle-tits, each one deepening and darkening. Sweat dappled his skin, making it glisten like amber, his entire muscle-bod glowing with light-refracting intensity in many areas, but with striations, clefts and gullies, making cleavage between all of his muscle-parts. Each cleft was deep enough and dark enough to swallow light itself. In his mind the readout barked its answer in shimmering green neon characters: “98 inches cold. 122 inches flexed.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]“I’m fuckin’ HUUUUGE!!! Grrrrr, Hugeman is the biggest fucking strongest hulking bodybuilding stud ever!!” Energised with a newfound spirit (not that he was lacking any to begin with), Hugeman discovered that his powers were growing as he got bigger and stronger. He could now move more speedily than before, discovering the ability to work every body-part in just minutes. He called this his “Whirlwind Workout.” [/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]“Heh heh, Superman changes in a phone booth, Wonder Woman twirls around in a big glowing flash. And Hugeman grows huge from his Whirlwind Workouts. I wonder if I can refine this, growing huge from a workout that takes only seconds to achieve. It would be the closest thing to an instantaneous superhero transformation I can muster. Hmmm.” More flexing and more thinking clearly ensued.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]He pounced on every machine, working his shoulders, delts, lats, biceps, forearms, chest, back, abs, glutes, quads, hamstrings and calves. He worked every machine beyond its tolerance threshold. Faster and faster, more feverishly yet, he willed more size and strength out of his incredible musculature. He set all weights to maximum, dismayed that he still wasn’t getting the workout he desired so much. The weight machines and free weights could only be set so high in this floating gym-for-pussies. By the time Hugeman was finished, he still felt he could have gotten a better pump, and he experienced no further growth beyond what his mind had shown him.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]“Damn, that was shit,” he barked, flexing into the most muscular most-muscular of his life thus far. His neck bulged to insane thickness, making his head appear shrunken, his traps roaring with fire and hugeness and making the neck that made his head seem small... well... seem smaller, I guess. He snarled, bearing his teeth into an awesome sinew-stretching grimace, curling his arms before him in a clash of fists that sent muscle-rippling tremors throughout his body. The tremors made everything firm-up, become harder, stronger, but not bigger. He’d gained another inch around his neck, bringing it up to twenty-two, a further inch and a half across his superior shoulders (they were now 51.5 inches across). His massive, massive ball biceps were easily ten inches thicker than his waist when fully flexed. His waist was a half-inch wider (which annoyed him) and the bricks of his eight-pack became more deeply-developed, the light-guzzling properties of the striations in between each cobblestone making it stand out better against its perfectly-formed neighbour.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]Veins across his amazing topography bulged more thickly, finding it hard to keep up with the eating requirements of the muscles they serviced. Hugeman was hungry, ravenous. He wanted to get bigger.... no.... fucking mega-colossal... but there was no way he was going to get more size on an empty stomach and working out with sissy weights. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]“You destroyed our gym,” gasped the queen-sounding hunk named Carlos, for he’d been standing at the open door to the gym for the past minute and a half, stroking his fully-erect cock as he got lost in the lust of watching Hugeman flex.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]“Huh?” Hugeman got mad when his attention was diverted away from his self-assessment rituals. He growled loud enough to make a bear hibernate in shame. Mike glanced around the gym, failing to previously acknowledge the fact that every piece of equipment in the room had been damaged beyond repair. Dumbbells lay scattered around, melting into pools of liquid iron, worked with such velocity that friction with the air itself had caused them to melt. The lat machine was a tangle of softened, warped metal, and the stanchions of the benches were crushed under the weight of barbells that sagged in the middle due to their payloads being so great (but still way too light for Mike). The leg-press machine was in several pieces, cranked beyond its tolerance and utterly useless now. It was the same for all machines. There were dents in the floor where Hugeman had hurled the weights down with enough force to almost send them crashing through to the deck below.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]“Oh... er... sorry about that. Guess I’ll have to make it up to you,” Hugeman smiled, his cock pressing hugely against the inside of the micro-thong, pushing the spandex outward and stretching it beyond its elastic limit. Every fibre in the material groaned against the pressure it fought. The zip on the pouch, already partially unzipped at the top, began to open further downward, unable to resist the strength of Mike’s gargantuan erection. He muscle-strutted towards Carlos, great slabs of his thigh-beef slapping together with his movement as the thong strained more and more. Precum had already made the pouch wet, but soon it would be flowing like a broken faucet. He bounced his pecs as he went, their immense weight colliding with and kicking back against the force of gravity, making their heft seem heftier still. His bulk was astounding. Carlos groaned at the sight of him, working his manly meat into a lather, his stroking becoming more vigorous. Mike, with his Travolta-esque Italian chiselled face atop a body that made even the next hugest bodybuilder look like a stick-figure, radiated his lust outward as he bore down on the receptive Carlos. “Gonna do you right here, sweet-stuff,” he vowed, and scooped up Carlos as though he were weightless.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]“Buh...but.... Mister Papastamos’s guests have... gasp... arrived. You have fucked most of us into a...gasp...coma. Who...will....fuck...er... tend to the...gasp...guests?” Carlos was overwhelmed. Already naked and dripping a great deal of precum, the hot-looking Hispanic knew that he was about to join Christos, Simon and Manolis in whatever little corner of fuck-heaven the Hugeman had sent them to for an indeterminate time. Papastamos would be furious, but there was absolutely nothing Carlos could do about it. “Maybe when I’m done fucking you and the other two in your little muscle clique, I’ll fuck every one of the guests. Heh, last thing they’ll be thinking about is the poker prize money.” Mike lay Carlos down on the floor, and knelt down over him, the bulge in his thong about to go critical. He was enormous, every part of him exaggerated and masculine beyond belief, with the unerring potential to become more exaggerated yet. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]With the snapping of spandex fibres, the thong flew apart and a gigantic muscle-cock shot upwards, slapping against Hugeman’s pec-meat with a sound like a hundred whips being cracked at once. “Mmmmm, it’s almost big enough to self-suck, if only I could get my mouth past the enormity of my gigantic muscle-tits.... awwww,” said Mike proudly. He began to flex his pecs, bringing his arms forwards so that all of his pec-meat in between was forced to come together and smother the head and upper shaft of his dick. He flexed and flexed, forcing incredible energies into the effort, masturbating his dick using his own pecs. Beneath him Carlos groaned with lust as he fondled Hugeman’s satchel-sized ball sack. “So huge.... never seen the like of it before,” he cried, in complete awe of the hunk before him. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]“And going to get fucking HUGER,” Mike vowed with a lusty snarl. Still crushing his mega-cock between the vast and voluminous pillows of his pec-meats, a torrent of precum lubricated the entire member, soiling each muscle-balloon kneading it with loads of the stuff. It dripped from the bottom swell of each pec and ran in controlled rivulets down through the brickwork of Mike’s abdomen, only stopping when it collected in pearl-like beads in the mesh of his thick, dark pubic tuft. Carlos could take no more of this teasing, and managed to snap to a standing position. He launched himself at the Hugeman, his ravenous tongue and lips attacking his pecs and dick with frenzied zeal. Hugeman released his dick from the grip of his pecs and allowed Carlos to straddle it. Now astride his shaft, Carlos was carried across the gym floor as he kissed Mike’s pecs and bit at each of his thimble-sized nipples. Blood flowed into each teat, causing them to swell further, bigger and bigger. Carlos’s lust intensified. He ran his hands upwards and along the deep valley between Mike’s pecs and gasped when he felt the pecs swell and tighten around his hand, enough to affect the circulation of blood. His hand was devoured by the pecs, easily swallowing it a couple of inches beyond the wrist. Carlos was overwhelmed by the wall of muscle before him; there simply was too much of it for his senses and organs to service.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]Mike clutched him like a ragdoll, easily turning him around and positioning him so that he was bent over one of the reasonably intact benches with seats relatively undamaged. Carlos eagerly bared his ass, spreading his legs in order to better advertise his hungry hole. Oh, but he was starving to be filled with so much man-meat. Mike would have preferred to have a bigger dick, but he reckoned that good things would come to those that wait. Carlos looked ahead to the mirrors on the wall, focusing, briefly, on the reflection of the great monster-muscleman looming over him. He was colossal... truly mega-huge.....HUUUUUUGE!!!!!! Mike saw this and blasted out a double-biceps pose, causing his body to surge with greater muscular power. Every muscle across his magnificent torso screamed “Present!” as Mike made a muscle roll-call. But they weren’t just present.... they were stimulated into bulging with more growing power. Biceps pushed against forearms, causing both to bulge and bloat and threaten to explode completely. Veins like ropes thickened to high-tension cables, bloated and black across his vast body. His lats scorched the very air itself as their growth caused them to surge outwards, gobbling up space, bulging...thickening... to incredible magnitude. His hungry triceps became quickly gorged, adding more and more thickness to his stupendous arms. Thicker and thicker.... huger....fucking huuuuuge, it was a sight that Carlos would never forget: the swelling of an already immense muscle-monster into the muscle-god that first gave the monster life.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]“Unnnnngh”, Carlos moaned, spreading his legs wider, almost willing the gape of his sex to yawn wider still, hoping his butt would be big enough to let Hugeman in. Oh, how he wanted to be filled to bursting-point by every last inch of this colossus. Mike’s musk filled the air, gathering in whirling eddies around Carlos, making him more receptive, almost to the point where the musk itself could alter Carlos’s hole. And so his gape gaped wider, unhinging like the elastic jaws of a ravenous python.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]Hugeman flexed down into his biggest most muscular yet, his dick hardening even further, thicker and stronger than it had ever been before. And as Mike held that enormous, powerful pose, the yacht called Aphrodite shuddered from port to starboard, aft to stern as so much manly meat was energetically thrust into Carlos.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]He felt every inch, screaming with incremental bliss as Mike worked every last inch of his meat into him, imagining that a fuck by four men simultaneously wouldn’t hurt half as much as this did. Carlos dug his heels into the floor and gripped the sides of the bench seat to steady himself. His screams were heard throughout the ship, causing everyone on board to stop and listen, their blood running cold. Mike buried his dick right to its end, uttering grunts of reasonable bliss, flexing even further as he pounded Carlos over and over, imagining himself bigger and willing more size into every part of him. He wasn’t happy with his size. His ravenous appetite for muscle-growth simply could not be satisfied. “You like this massive pole inside you, Carlos... lancing through you and making every part of you part of me?”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]“Unnngh...yesssssss....oh fuck.....yesssssss. Fuck me harder.... you massive....gasp....muscle god!!!”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]Mike was only too pleased to oblige. He rode Carlos deeper and harder, the Aphrodite made to rock further, as if jostled by stormy waves. Ah, but the greatest storm to ever ravage the sea off the coast of Stillbrook, came in human form... nay... superhuman form. Mike Hugeman, the strongest being on the planet. Thinking this further energised him, and he transferred that energy into his dick and into Carlos. Now the Hispanic was crying out in defiance of Hugeman’s invasion. It had become too much for him, and a torrent of cum gushed out of his own comparatively minute penis, the pressure in his balls too great to maintain. The smell of warm cum further stimulated Hugeman, and with a mighty baritone bellow, brought himself to tumultuous orgasm. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]He pumped out lots of the stuff, unloading it into Carlos with force enough to eject him partway out of the rectal passage. Hugeman leaned all of his immense weight into the effort of anchoring himself against the force of his own jizz-torrent. “Fucking fireman’s hose,” he barked proudly, repeatedly ejecting his entire stock of cum into the far-from-placated Carlos. Hugeman’s orgasm lasted more than a minute and the volume of semen he produced in one off-load appeared in his mind as “1.75 litres”.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]When he was utterly spent, he pulled out of Carlos and did some victory posing, flexing into huge most-muscular poses, each one more muscular than the one before. He made side-chest poses, left first, and then right, marvelling with mock-awe at how swelled the profile of his pecs looked at their most flexed and striated. He turned to the front and bounced his now huger, fuller, deeper pecs. Just for fun he found a 10kg plate from a barbell and stuck it between his pecs. Then he squeezed, delighting at how the entire plate was completely swallowed by the swell of his muscle-tits. Not only that, when he removed the plate it had been flattened thin, squeezed out of shape, even showing the marks from Mike’s striations. He was mesmerized by his size and muscularity. Still boned-up by his muscle show, his balls quickly replenished their stocks of jizz and he felt in the mood to shoot again.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]“I am the biggest, hugest bodybuilder on the planet. But I’m going to get huger.... way huger, aw fuck....grrrrrrrr!” He finished with the greatest double-biceps pose he’d ever shot, his body impossibly bloated and bulging with incredible muscle-growth. He grew bigger and bigger, heavier and heavier, his dick lengthening by inches and thickening up hugely. “702 lbs” flashed across his mind, and he screamed in orgasmic bliss at seeing this number. It was enough to make him shoot some more. As Carlos quickly travelled to fuck-heaven and the coma its release promised, Hugeman coated every surface in the wrecked gym with so much of his warm, thick cream. Another of the Gaultier Six had been subdued. Two still remained, and whatever hunky guests Papastamos might have upstairs in his casino should Mike still be in a fucking mood after owning all six of the beautiful bodybuilding crewmen.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]Totally naked, caring little for that fact, but all too eager to show off every inch of his new more powerful, more awesomely sexy size and looks, Mike Hugeman emptied his balls to their last and then bounded out of the gym and into the tight-fitting corridor beyond. It was time he made himself known to everyone aboard.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]To be continued.... [/COLOR][COLOR=yellow]Ep 6:[/COLOR]

[bearium]

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[growinmuscl]

Look forward to continuation, great work so far. Great descriptions

[Mad Dog]

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[ActionBastard]

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[trekka]

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