Looking for a story!

[Diablo11d]

Hey im looking for this story (pretty much got me hooked on huge muscle and gay men) Its about a young boy that comes home one day huge and muscular like a jock. His dad asks him what happened. The son went to a gym, forged his dads signature, and got a super-steroid type injection. then the dad goes to give the gym owner a piece of his mind, but other things happen instead.

[muscleboy82000]

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[color=white]My Son the Superstud by Max Mann When I heard the message on the answering machine, I almostdidn't believe my ears, so I had to replay it to make sure. Sureenough, this was what it recorded: "Mr. Jeffries, this is Craig McGuire at the Body Temple. Iwant to thank you for signing the form, and you'll be pleased to knowthat Russ not only came through his transformation perfectly, he'sturned out to be the finest specimen of manhood to walk out our doors.He should be home shortly, if he's not spending too much time havingeveryone grabbing those giant muscles of his while walking the streets.And he has a videotape of the process, so you will see he wasn't hurtat all. Maybe after seeing him, you'll think again about undergoingthe process. We hope to see you and Russ soon." What the fuck was he talking about? My authorization? No waywould I ever agree to turn my son into one of those musclebound freaksthat took over the gym I once belonged to. I knew Craig was troublefrom the minute I saw him in his tank top with his bizarrely massivemuscles. What did he do to my son? If he hurt him... I went to the bar and poured myself a double vodka. I justfinished gulping it down when I heard the door open. I walked backinto the living room and the glass fell out of my hand when I saw him."Sweet Jesus", I said. "Hi, dad, I'm home." My Rusty was no more. He still had thered hair, but it was now thicker and wavier, and there was a decentgrowth of beard around his face. He still had the intelligent blueeyes, but he wasn't wearing his eyeglasses. He smiled...at least hissmile was still wide and white. Yeah, he still looked somewhat likemy son, but he wasn't my boy. I wanted to cry, but I was too shocked by his size. I'd seenhow muscular the guys at the gym had become before I'd quit, but noneof them had grown taller. But my son had to be at least 7' tall, witheven more mass on his frame than any of them. His top was covered...barely...with a muscle tee that was torn at the top of his pecs. Hehad a good amount of hair covering them, but you could see veins onhis skin. Hell, he was vascular everywhere: his basketball shoulders,his football sized biceps, horseshoe triceps. His neck looked as thick as a regular bodybuilder's flexed arm. "Dad, I know what you're going to say," Russ said, but the voice coming from him was as deep as Barry White's. I just stared athis bulk. His tree-trunk legs were barely contained by the spandexshorts he had on which had the logo of the Body Temple, a musclemanholding two pillars outward. And it looked like he'd stuffed a turkeyinto his crotch! The freaks would often announce their measurements to everyone, including their erections. Why would they brag about having penises so big they couldn't possibly have sex with anyone? "What's to say, son? You disobeyed me. I told you to stayaway from those people, and now look at you." He flexed his arm. "I know, isn't it great!" "Great? What's so great about being a freak?" He stomped his right foot on the floor; the room shook enoughto make the ceiling fan sway and drop a picture from the mantelpieceto the floor. A seven-foot child, just what I need. "Don't you start giving me an attitude, young man. I don'tget it. You know natural bodybuilding takes time, and with yourthin frame it would be tougher. But you took the easy way out." "Dad, you just don't get it." "What's not to get? I know you were picked on, but thathappens to all of us. Hell, I used to get beat up by the bulliesI went to school with. That's why I got into bodybuilding, to getback at them. But I never took any steroids, even though I knewthe guys who could get me them. And those jerks eventually stopped,just as those jerks you're going to school with now would stop onceyou gave it some time." "Why should I wait?" He barely was able to fold his arms overhis huge chest. "Craig told me I could be just like them, and none ofthem ever picked on me the way the guys at school do." "You know why? Because they're pushers. They come on likethey're your friends when all they want you to do is get you hookedonto their shit." "But it's permanent, dad. And I can't grow anymore even if Itook another injection. Craig told me he tried to, but it didn't work.But that's okay, I'm already bigger than every one of the guys at thegym. Craig thinks maybe it's because I was going through puberty, somy hormones were already overactive. I asked him so many questionsbefore I said I wanted to grow, like side effects and stuff. He toldme everything..." "I know, Rust...Russ. You went over the whole story when yougave me that permission form to sign. I said no, and what did you do?Did you forge my signature again, like that time you forgot to give methe slip for your field trip?" He looked at the floor, so I knew theanswer. "Well, there's only one thing to do. We have to go back tothe gym, tell Craig what you did, and try to get you back to your oldself. I don't care if you say it's permanent, I'll bet there's anantidote or something." Russ sulked the whole way to the gym. "You're not being fair,dad," he kept saying. Just wait until you have kids, young man. I asked to speak to Craig as soon as we walked in. Several men immediately walked over to Russ and began talking to him and rubbing, or should I say caressing, his muscles. Russ flexed for them, and theyoohed and aahed like cheerleaders admiring the quarterback. The smileon his face looked more like a leer as he touched each of the men. Whatdid that shit do to him? Craig walked out and invited us to his big office. He lookedlike a blond Mike Mentzer, except bulked up to twice the former Mr.Universe's size. He came off very congenially, but I knew he was abusiness shark at heart. When he took over the gym, he weeded out thecasual lifters and dedicated this to the hardcore builders. I stayedas long as I could before I got sick of the atmosphere. I thought itmight hurt his business, having a former Mr. Pennsylvania quit, buthe managed to thrive. I told him what Russ had done, and he looked at me as if hedidn't care. "What do you expect me to do about it now? What's doneis done, and there's no turning back. Besides, your son is going tobe great material for bringing teens in. When they see how big theycan get, there's no telling how many will join us. You're missing outon a good thing, Thom. I offered you a partnership, but you turned itdown without realizing the growth potential. Excuse the pun." "You're planning to push your junk on more innocent teens?" "I'm sure some of them aren't so innocent, buying steroids fromfriends. Hell, I'm as against steroids as you. This formula didn'thurt Russ; in fact, it helped him. He doesn't even need his glassesanymore, isn't that right?" "Yeah," Russ said, "I can see perfectly fine now. And I feelreally energized." "Russ told me he had low blood sugar, so he felt sluggish attimes. Did you bother to take a look at the tape so you can see howit helped your son? So happens I've got a second copy in the VCR now.Why don't you take a look at it and maybe you'll change your mind." He hit a button, and there was Rusty in his old form. And hewas wearing only his underwear! "What the fuck...you pervert..." Russ said, "Dad, he told me my clothes would rip off my bodyonce I grew. That's why I'm almost naked." "That's right. In fact, we still have them in a locker. Ican get them for you later if you want." I glared at Craig, who smiled smugly. I heard my boy's highvoice on the tape answering the questions asked him by the off-screenvoice, Craig. "What's your full name?" "Russell Thomas Jeffries." "How old are you?" "I turn fifteen next January." "Do you understand why weare videotaping this?" "Yes, so you will have proof that nothing badhappened to me after you give me the formula." Then a piece of papercame on screen. "This document states that your father has given hisapproval for you to take the formula. Do you swear this is his actualsignature?" I heard some hesitation in my son's voice before he said"Yes." I wanted to cry. Craig's voice continued. "Fine. You do understand that wecannot guarantee how big you will grow, just that your musculature willincrease dramatically. To aid you, we have supplies of protein andother nutrients for you to ingest as you grow, made by the same companythat makes the hormone. Are you ready, Russ?" "Yeah, I'm ready." With that, Craig came into the picture,rubbed some alcohol onto my son's arm, and injected the clear fluidinto his vein. Nothing happened immediately, but after a minute hebegan to sweat. "Okay, you're starting to feel warm now, right?""Yeah, you told me that was the first thing that'll happen." "Right,so start drinking a protein shake, and once you're done with that onekeep drinking them." Craig hit fast-forward, and soon my son was chain-drinking theshakes. He suddenly bolted, and Craig slowed down the tape. "How youdoing there, Russ?" "I'm really feeling hot all over, and...ow, thathurt!" "That was just a cramp, you'll feel those now as the formulagoes through the muscles." Craig hit the button again, and this timeI could see his muscles jump and grow as the spasms overwhelmed him. He downed shake after shake, and soon the muscles swelled larger, the cuts became more defined, the striations became prominent. Hair beganto appear on his face and chest, and the camera panned down to belowhis waist. His thighs and calves were broadening, and his underwearwas being pulled down by the weight of his expanding genitals, showingthickening pubic hair. Then the underwear burst, and his penis andtesticles flopped out; they were already as big as those the freakspossessed, and still growing. The camera panned up, and now my son looked like the man whowalked through the door of our house earlier. His mouth looked likea milk ad with dribbles of the shake running down his chin. Craigslowed the tape down, and my son shook his head. He said, "Wow, thatwas wild. Hey, my voice! It sounds so deep." Craig said, on tape, "You're a new man, Russ. Why don't you take a look at yourself in the mirrors there?" Russ walked to theposing mirror, his underwear in tatters and his bowling-ball sizedbuttocks jutting from the back. Russ gasped and stuttered, "I...I..." "Whaddya think?" "It's a miracle." He began flexing, moaning as his musclescrunched together with mass. He ripped the underwear off and continuedto pose. "I'm so big...everywhere! This feels incredible. I can'tbelieve this is me. It's what I always wanted." And he started crying. "What's the matter, big guy?" For a moment, I saw my boy again in the eyes of that giant. "I'm so happy." Craig appeared on screen, and he hugged my son. "That's it," I screamed. I turned off the tv, almost knockingit off the stand. "You took advantage of my son. You didn't have myconsent to turn him into a freak, and I'm sure as hell going to makesure you pay for this. I'll see you in court. Come on, Russ." "No, Mr. Jeffries, I'm afraid you're wrong. Your son is ontape lying about your approval, and I'm sure our lawyers would have afield day with that." "Well I can go to the media and tell everyone how you're nowpushing this shit to teenage boys who want quick results. I'm gonnashut you down once and for all." "No you won't. Russ, grab him." I had no time to think as my son suddenly threw both his armsaround me in a bear hug. He held me tightly as I suddenly felt the jabof a needle into my arm. Holy shit, they were gonna turn me into oneof them against my will! I struggled, and Craig said, "Calm down, it'sjust going to speed up the process." I felt heat coursing through mybody and began sweating. "Dad," Russ said, "once this is over you'll see we don't feellike freaks." He let go of me and grabbed a protein drink from Craig."Come on, dad, drink up, I just know you're gonna look incredible onceit's over." He placed the bottle next to my lips, and I thirstilydrank. How many years ago was it that I was feeding him like this? Sharp spasms began to overwhelm me, and Russ ripped my clothesoff. "You're gonna tear out of them otherwise, dad." I could feel themuscles jolt, then plump with growth. Shit, it was beginning to feelgood, like the pump when you've worked your muscles to the max. No,I'm starting to think like them! Don't fall into their trap, Howard,I told myself. I could barely focus on what Russ and Craig were saying withthe blood pounding through my head as I fed myself shake after shake. "Look how ripped he's getting. Not an ounce of fat on him at all." "Yeah, and look how those veins are popping up on his biceps and chest and legs...wow, look how big his dick is getting! It's like watching a firehose fill up with water." "He's gonna be as sexy as you." I heard the unmistakable sound of kissing, and managed to stop paying attention to my body to see my son and Craig locking lips and caressing eachother! What the fuck was happening to me? I stared at them, and partof me want to grab Craig and cut off his balls. But then another partof me was drawn to it. I watched Craig reach down and heft my son'smassive cock with both hands. Russ ran his fingers through Craig'shair as Craig worked that huge meat with both hands, raising the headto his lips and licking it all over. I watched him engulf the apple-sized knob and his cheeks bulged, then he slowly slid the huge cockfurther into his mouth. I felt something wet on my lips, but I'dstopped drinking the shakes. Fuck, I was drooling! No, this can't behappening! I didn't want to suck cock, but my brain was overwhelmedby images of ultramasculinity. Massive muscles, thick hair, toweringhardons. God help me, I wanted it all! Craig looked at me and took my son's dick out of his mouth.Erect, it reached over his head, at least a yard of cock jutting frommy son's groin. It surpassed Craig huge dong by at least a foot, andI looked to see how big mine was. My hard cock was reaching up pastthe top of my pecs, reaching neck level. They walked over to me, theirhuge thighs rolling and giant cocks swaying, and stood at my sides.Craig grabbed my left nipple with his right hand and my dick with hisleft. Russ did the same on my right side with opposite hands. Theysqueezed, and I moaned loudly. "That's right, Howard," Craig said, "now you know how good itfeels to be ultramasculine. Don't be shy, you know you want to touchus. Go on, feel our muscles. So big, powerful. Look at our cocks, so long and thick. Your son has the biggest one of all the men here, whichmeans he's got the biggest cock on the planet. Look at it." Russ brought the head of his huge dong down for me to see theprecum oozing from it. I could smell it...so fragrant. Before I couldstop myself, I was licking the head all over. I grabbed it with bothhands, stroking every inch as I stuffed the head into my mouth. My jawfelt like it would dislocate, but I had to have it. I didn't know howto give head, but Craig instructed me. "Go slow, don't try to take itall at once. Breathe through your nose. Don't swallow, just ease itdown. Watch me." I looked out the corner of my eye to see Craig takemy dork into his mouth. So fucking sexy! He bobbed up and down on it,easing my python further into his throat. I tried to do the same withmy son's cock, and soon I was developing a rhythm. Damn, I guess theycould fuck and suck with dicks this big! And I wanted to learn. Russ encouraged me, "Yeah, dad, don't stop. Aw, that's so good.I knew you could do it. Take as much as you can, dad. Fondle my nuts,please. Oh, yeah, oh keep it going!" Soon I was on the floor kneeling, with about half of that grand cock down my throat. I played with his heavy balls as I started feeling Craig's hands on my ass. I grabbed myson's ass and he began face fucking me. I felt a finger slip in, and the sensation stunned me enough to choke. I slipped Russ' dick out ofmy mouth, looked over my bulging shoulder, and said to Craig, "No. Ifanyone's gonna fuck my ass, it's gonna be Russ." I winked at my son. He got into position and said, "Damn, dad, your ass is hot!So fucking big and muscled. Flex it for me, dad." I squeezed my bunstightly. "Aw, fuck, yeah!" He spread my cheeks and nuzzled his facebetween them. His tongue touched my anus, and I shuddered with lust.He ran his dick up and down my crack; I could feel the head of his cock in my hair as his balls nestled against mine. He drew it back, and withone quick thrust jammed what felt like one-third of his manhood deepinside me. "Oh, goddamn!" I yelled. "Did I hurt you, dad?" "No, son, it's just...ah, it's so fuckin' good. C'mon, Russ,fuck me. Fuck your daddy's manpussy with your king schlong." My sonthe superstud proceeded to give my asshole a workout, taking longstrokes and then jamming more into me. Craig, meanwhile, had takenmy son's spot, and was slapping my face with his own monstrosity. Igrabbed it and began sucking his uncut meat. I couldn't believe thiswas happening to me, and I was loving every second of it. They talkedthroughout, urging me on, and I wanted their dicks to touch inside me.Just as Russ was finishing sliding the last inch of his colossus intomy guts, he grabbed my dick from under me, brought it out past my slimwaist, then shoved it in his mouth. I was already to the brink, andas soon as my dick entered his throat I let loose. Volley after volleyof my cum shot down his gullet as I moaned loudly. The vibrations frommy throat brought Craig to orgasm, and he announced he was cumming. Icould feel his jism hitting my stomach, filling it with his thick cream.Craig pulled out and cum splashed all over my face and hair. This wasthe final straw for Russ, who let go of my softening cock and gave onelast lunge, sending his juice deep inside me. I must've passed out, because the next thing I knew I was in ashower, and Russ was washing my body delicately. "Welcome back, dad,"he said, then kissed me gently. I was too spent to begin again, so Ilet him soap me up, then rinse me off. "So are we still freaks, dad?"The look on his face told me he didn't want to be disappointed. "Rusty, we are freaks. The best fuckin' muscle freaks in theworld!" His eyes lit up. "I'm sorry I ever doubted you. I feel soincredible, and I'm glad you did this to me." "We." Craig appeared, back in his uniform. He handed me anextra-extra large tee shirt and a pair of the spandex shorts my sonwore earlier. As I slipped into them, I couldn't help notice how muchmore intense my muscles felt, and I loved having my newly huge penisjutting downward. So big, so sexy. "So the offer still stands. Careto become partners in all this?" "Where do I sign?" He said to come by Monday and his lawyerswould draw up the papers. As we walked out, we were met with cheersfrom the studs still working out. When they fondled my body, I gavethem as much room as possible, and did the same to them. As my son andI left, I realized there was a lot to do in the next couple of days,especially clotheswise. "Dad?" "Yes, Russ?" "Are we going to finish fucking each other tonight? My assis itching to take on your big cock." I smiled lasciviously. "Just wait till your dad gets home."[/color]