The Garage Part 1 (re-posted) Part 2 coming tomorrow!

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[COLOR=gray]This is a re-posting of a story I began ages ago, but I never got around to expanding on it, until now. I've revised this preliminary chapter and changed little, but Part 2 will be posted tomorrow. Part 3 will follow soon after. Please enjoy, even more if you've never read it before.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]James[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]The Garage: Part 1[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]It's about Stuart, a skinny ex-part-time male model who runs his father's garage business, who finds himself one day reunited with his old school friend after a decade apart. In that time, Stuart discovers just how much Damien has grown and employing him at his garage makes for some extremely horny, and somewhat unusual, activity. [/COLOR]

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[COLOR=gray]The restoration of vintage cars had been a labour of love for Bernard Green. So much so that it was inevitable his son shared an interest in it. From the time he was old enough to hold a wrench Stuart Green had grown up in and around the garage. It was a middling business at best, hardly much of a demand for it since recession had hit on a global scale. Bernard had needed to downsize the operation just to keep afloat and closed down his larger facility in 2007, moving from its location at the Dublin Docklands to a less than capacious garage closer to the city centre, where rental costs weren't as high. Still though, although times were hard, Bernard could still rely on three independent movie studios to hire his vehicles for films, commercials and the like. But he'd had to lay off two of his mechanics and hope that his son would take over the running of the place since Bernard's recent descent into ill-health. Motor fumes and emphysema just didn't mix. Bernard would have to adapt and cope, like he'd always done. He liked to think that his son would do the same.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Stuart had finished college that summer. He could have gone on to do a degree in sociology, or else work in the garage full time. Heck, he'd be inheriting the place eventually, but hopefully things would pick up and there would continue to be a business to inherit. The garage won in the end.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]The day that Damien came back into his life, after a gap of about ten years, was a day Stuart would never forget. He'd been working flat out to get a 1961 Aston Martin DB4GT re-sprayed metallic gray for a James Bond spoof ad for men's deodorant. It was eleven forty-five in the morning on a Monday in late July when Damien came into the garage, apparently in search of a job, considering he had a self-made ?Help Wanted? sign scrawled on cardboard held in his hand. The garage was roughly divided into four sections. The main shop floor was open to the public and anyone could come in, although if Stuart happened to be busy he just hated to be interrupted. But few people came in these days, unlike at the height of the business, in the mid-to late nineties, when the operation had been on a larger scale and even U2 were on the client list. This was where the main brunt of the work was borne, although the second partitioned chamber was nearer to the back of the building, where the re-spraying or ?pimping? was carried out. This area had extractor fans for the removal of harsh fumes, something his father, due to his illness, was insistent on, lest his son inherit a similar condition later in life. Adjacent to the main shop floor was a small cabin containing the office, and to the rear of that again a canteen-cum-shower facility. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Stuart was in the spraying area, his face hidden behind a protective mask and goggles. Inside his baggy overalls, a lean-to-skinny 22-year old body perspired from over-exertion. The car was due to be picked up by the studio at 3pm. The re-spraying was still only half-way completed, and after that there were the touch-ups to do. Normally Stuart would never release a vehicle before the paint had dried, but the studio was on a deadline as much as he was... and it was paying big for this one. Damien cast quite a big shadow as he explored the garage in search of his old school-buddy. Would Stuart even recognise him after all this time? He doubted it, for he had changed considerably since age twelve. Was he expecting to get a job at this place? Of course he was. He came with a high recommendation from his father, who'd once been a dear friend of Stuart's father, but that had been years ago. Besides, Damien came dressed for work in navy overalls, which weren't as baggy as Stuart's. He never wore baggy clothing, for to do so would be a sin against his bodily achievements. He was the largest, heaviest bodybuilder in the world (that he so far knew of) and he hoped that Stuart wouldn't find him intimidating. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Stuart remembered how Damien had been big for his age, unusually so. At school they had been the best of friends, with Damien always fighting his battles for him and compensating for Stuart's lack of gym prowess by sticking up for him at physical education in front of the other kids. He'd been a good friend to Stuart before time and distance parted them. Maybe Stuart would see fit to help an old buddy out, now that Damien needed a job. Besides, he was pretty good when it came to pimping rides.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]It had gotten suddenly dark in the spraying room. There was a skylight overhead but it was a dull and overcast day and the skylight was in need of cleaning. Most of the light came from fluorescent tubing, but still the light from the main entrance also contributed, but was suddenly cut off by the great splodge of dark which acted like a miniature eclipse. Stuart looked up and squinted through his goggles. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]?What?? That couldn't be right, surely. What kind of man can cast so huge a shadow? The answer was plain: a very large man. Stuart stepped through the glass partition door and into the main shop floor. He didn't recognise Damien straight away... how could he?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]?How's it going?? Damien introduced himself simply.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]?How good a mechanic are you?? Stuart focused squarely on the sign held up before him, as his brain tried to justify the sheer width of the hunk. People like this just didn't walk through the door every day. In fact, there were a lot of doors in the world that this fellah simply couldn't get through.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]?I'm pretty good, so I've been told,? Damien replied, beaming a hammy grin and somewhat amused that Stuart had yet to recognise him. Stuart was way too stressed out to be bothered right now. Okay, so he hadn't advertised for a vacancy at the garage, and his father would be furious that he did this without first consulting him. But fuck it, Stuart was singlehandedly keeping this place afloat right now and pulling fourteen hour shifts just to do it. He would hire Quasimodo if he were to come in here right now, he was that swamped with work. But Damien couldn't be further from the image of a deformed hunchback. As Stuart calmed down somewhat, his heartbeat slowing down from the stress... but now quickening again as his brain finally accepted the sheer humongous dimensions of this man, his mind made the connection between a face from the past and the muscle-god now stood not only before him, but over him, too. Not only was Stuart a considerably handsome man, he also towered above Damien by at least four inches. That would make him about six four, since Stuart was exactly six feet tall.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]?Damien? Is that... you??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]The hammy grin grew wider, hammier. ?In the flesh, mate. It's been far too long. Missed you a lot.? Something in Damien's tone convinced Stuart that he didn't mean it, for it was obvious from his build that he'd been kept pretty busy in the years since flown, far too busy to be bothered to spare a thought for his best friend from pre-adolescence.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]?So, is the job going? You look like you're busy as fuck.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]?You obviously came dressed for the role,? said Stuart, referring to the giant's overalls, any excuse to take him in at chest level. Despite the lack of comfortable room in his overalls, the fabric still concealed most of his definition, although his overall size couldn't be masked. Still though, to see him wearing something less, like maybe tight Diesel jeans and a muscle top would be a sight to behold. There was no way in hell that Stuart was denying him the job. Thank goodness his own overalls were baggy enough to conceal his boner. Damien was quite literally the most incredible looking guy he'd ever seen.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]?I'm working flat out on a '61 Aston Martin for a deodorant ad. It has to be ready by three this afternoon. Looks like I'll be missing yet another lunch break,? said Stuart, somewhat guiltily. He was a skinny guy, always had been. He'd been a part-time model during his college years and had become quite adept and purging in order to keep the ?male wraith? image alive, and secure work because of it. His bulimia was something he kept quiet about. His father had enough to worry about his own health without having to consider the health of his only son and heir. But it was because of this that Stuart simply couldn't gain weight, no matter how hard he tried to. But Damien on the other hand... it was impossible to gauge his weight at this time. But he reckoned if he were to mentally splice together the muscle mass of three of the heaviest pro bodybuilders currently on the competitive circuit, that would come close to envisioning what Damien must look like beneath those somewhat figure-hugging overalls.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]It took but a moment for Stuart to drink him with a glance: Starting with his face: he had dark-brown hair, cut tight at the back and sides, but gelled messily on top, however gorgeously so. He had a strong brow which didn't dominate, and his eyebrows were slanted just enough to be considered sexy, especially since one of them seemed slightly peaked over its brother. A flaw perhaps? Hardly. It lent Damien a somewhat bemused look, as though he were surprised that Stuart hadn't yet fainted at the sight of him. His eyes were brown and beautiful, not too big or too small. They were set into pits made to seem deeper set than they really were due to high but masculine cheekbones, framed on either side by a powerful square jaw line that tapered only slightly to a dimpled chin. When he smiled, a set of gorgeous, full lips forced out more dimples, one on either side of the mouth and they had to be his sexiest facial feature. His nose, whilst not being too broad, split the wonderful symmetry of his film-star looks into two perfect halves, both forming a visage that was so amazing, not even four years as a part-time model had Stuart seen another guy that came remotely close to matching Damien's beauty.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]His neck was massively thick, cords of sinew standing out like pillars on either side of a huge Adam's apple that bobbed in and out as he spoke. His skin tone was naturally tanned; no need for anything artificially applied on this one. The collar of the overalls was open-necked, three of the studs undone, so Stuart was able to see the top of his pec-cleavage, about two inches worth, but it was enough to tent his pants still further. Again he was thankful for the loose fit of his own overalls. He imagined Damien to be completely naked beneath the overalls; save for maybe a jock-strap straining against what could only be a massive snake-cock and gonads like billiard balls. Stuart's gaze was diverted fleetingly to the prominent bulge in the crotch area of the overalls and suddenly the temperature in the garage seemed to shoot up by several degrees. Stuart began to sweat profusely now, as if Damien didn't notice. If he did then he made no allowances, nor did he try to milk the situation. He just stood there, happily, as if to allow Stuart to drown in his vision. There was no pec-flexing, no movement whatsoever. As Damien put down his sign, he lowered his arms and held them akimbo. Stuart noticed how the overalls seemed to tighten still further across the chest, made that way by the sudden flaring of what could only be immense lats swelling enough to keep his forearms a good one and a half feet from his waist on either side.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]His pecs must have been huge; their upper-swell high enough so that only three or four inches separated them from the tip of his chin. They were obviously the most massive of their kind and the valley between each pec was rich and dark. There was a little chest hair there, too, but not enough to detract from what could only be the deepest most developed chest muscles ever possessed by a man.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]The overalls were spliced in two by a Weider-brand bodybuilding weight belt, apparently modified to carry tools, for there were compartments and hooks added, into which things could be placed or hung from. His waist was tight. Stuart marvelled at how the belt was fastened at the fifth or six set of double holes. That was impressive. Despite that Damien's shoulders seemed to be at least five feet across, his waist had to have been less than thirty-four inches. Whilst swimming in a lustful reverie, Stuart now focused on Damien's mammoth arms. With the arms held akimbo, triceps pointing outward, the width of his upper arms alone must have exceeded a foot and a half. The peak of his triceps (un-flexed?) seemed as prominent as his ball-biceps, which snagged and strained against the fabric of the overalls, enough to make Stuart believe that were he to flex a double biceps pose right now, the garment would simply fly apart. What a show that would be.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Stuart drank in his mammoth thighs, each one easily as wide as he was, and the overalls just tight enough to make out the separation of the massive muscles comprising the incredible thighs. Had Damien planned this... wearing a garment just tight enough to give Stuart a taste of the goods, but not enough to get him off? If this were the case, then what exactly had Damien Bushel got in mind?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]The snapping of two powerful fingers just inches from Stuart's eyes brought him out of his muscle-induced trance.?Whoa.... anyone still in there??Damien was being funny, of course, no derision meant. The sarcasm was unintentional. Stuart blinked a couple of times and came back down to Earth, although he felt hot from too much blood pumped around his body.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]?Don't worry little buddy, with me here we'll both get this finished in time for lunch. It's important not to miss meals,? said Damien, assuredly. Stuart couldn't argue with that. And so they set to work, how Damien performed would act as an interview, Stuart's decision pending. However, even if Damien turned out to be the worst vehicle restoration specialist in the world, Stuart would still give him the job. His lust would see to that.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]It just so happened that Damien worked with a methodical and fluid grace that easily belied his build. His vigour and enthusiasm for the craft were incredible to observe, and at times Stuart found himself stepping back to watch him work. With the paint fully applied, they would have to be careful fitting all the trim in order to get the car up to spec. With the car raised on the hydraulic lift to shoulder height, Damien had a new exhaust fitted in minutes, along with all four wheels. He wound the wheel-nuts in by hand, twisting them as tight as they would go and it was this feat that had Stuart simply gagging to be fucked by this muscle-man-mountain. Never in the world's history had such strength been attempted... and achieved. Just what exactly was Damien ... and more importantly... just how in hell did he grow this big? It boggled Stuart's mind just thinking about it. But they had the Aston Martin looking fantastic by 1pm that day and so it was time for lunch in the small canteen behind the office.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Damien found the confines of the room a little off-putting. For a start, the table at which Stuart sat (far too preoccupied with lust and the marvel that was Damien's body to care about eating) was booth-style, like a McDonald's combination seat-table affair. There was no way Damien would be able to slide his gigantic self between the seat and the table-edge. And so he had to eat a bucket of lean chicken fillets whilst standing. The fillets were soon followed by a protein shake that sent the aroma of strawberries wafting around the canteen.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]?That was great work,? said Stuart, somewhat shakily, desperate to break an awkward silence during lunch-hour. Damien's appetite was huge and he seemed preoccupied with the task of feeding his massive frame. ?Thanks. My dad kept up his love for fixing up autos, and I followed suit... like you, obviously.? [/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Stuart wanted to bring up the subject of bodybuilding, in the hope it would get Damien to show off a little by shrugging out of his overalls. But he was afraid at how the giant might react. Along with bulimia, Stuart kept his sexuality a secret, knowing that his father would never approve. Coming out of the closet was something he wanted to do, but now wasn't the time. But the curious thing about Damien was that he didn't seem as though he wanted to show off his muscles. Maybe he was just being polite; this was his first day on the job, after all. Maybe there would be time aplenty for that sort of thing later on. Finally he just about managed to come up with something that bordered on the subject of Damien's colossal physique.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]?Erm... the shower is only new. Got it put in last month. It's through there so you can use it whenever you like. It?s to be a scorcher tomorrow, so I heard.? For some reason that escaped him completely, Stuart felt somewhat bashful as he brought up this subject. He pointed in the direction of the small antechamber where the shower was situated. Damien would have a problem getting through the doorway, let alone into the cramped confines of the shower cubicle.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]?Thanks, I'll remember that,? Damien smiled as he downed the last dregs of his shake. He let out a satisfied burp at the end and then decided he could do with a piss. The toilet was in the same room as the shower. Stuart held his breath as he observed Damien squeezing through the modest door-frame. He had to stoop somewhat and turn to the side in order to do it, somehow minimising himself as best he could, but he just about succeeded in getting through. As he went, rubbing against one side of the door-frame popped a few more studs on the overalls. Stuart heard them give and started to rub his cock and balls from beneath the table. He strained to catch sight of whatever muscle-flesh had been exposed by the unplanned opening of the overalls, possibly down to bellybutton level, but Damien had already closed the door behind him.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Damn, thought Stuart. Then aloud: ?Why not take a shower while you're in there? There were clean towels in there, last time I checked. I can always take one after you.? Thank god he didn?t speak with a ?gay lisp?, for that would have been a dead giveaway. He was naturally straight-acting, for which he was thankful.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]His suggestion went unanswered, only the sound of a lot of piss landing in the toilet bowl, followed by the inevitable flushing sound emanating from the bathroom could be heard. Then there came silence... quite a bit of silence. Stuart found this altogether curious and so he sneaked over to the bathroom door and quietly pressed his ear to the painted wood. He heard nothing at first. Then...[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]'Unnnghh.... so fucking big.... I'm soooo huge. Too huge. Wanna get bigger, fucking enormous... unnnngh!' Damien made sure not to make too much noise, but Stuart reckoned he was in there, feeling himself up, getting off to his massive muscles, most likely with the overalls down around his ankles. Damn, why didn't the door have a keyhole to look through? Stuart reached inside his overalls and began to stroke his cock, softly at first, but in reaction to the stimuli of sounds coming from the other side of the door, Stuart quickly stirred himself into a lather, jerking faster, more rhythmically, as the fervour of the moment completely overwhelmed him. For all he knew, and probably guessed correctly, Damien was doing the very same thing locked inside the bathroom, where no prying eyes could encroach upon his indulgence.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Stuart had had sex with a bodybuilder once before, but the guy had been an amateur, only into it a short time, therefore he was of modest mass. It had been the climax to the aftermath of a chance meeting during a photo-shoot in London. The campaign had been for a new line of sports-friendly underwear, designed to look just as good on a skinny guy as on a muscular guy, hence the pairing of Stuart and Lance via the administrations of Jean-Claude, the pretentious and overbearing photographer in control of the shoot. Jean-Claude always liked to throw lavish parties to commemorate his constant successes, and it was here, at his plush penthouse apartment in Knightsbridge in late 2006, that a lot of champagne and a little cocaine soon found Stuart in bed with Lance. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Stuart now drew on this memory, superimposing Damien's face onto Lance's body, and attempting to morph him up to Damien's proportions. But it was difficult to do this and concentrate on maintaining a zealous interest in wanking. Besides, Damien kept shrinking down to become Lance again, and Stuart found this quite off-putting. Finally he concentrated on the sounds of ecstasy coming from the other side of the door and that was just about enough to make him cum. Warm jism spurted out of his dick, soiling the inside of his overalls. A dark stain immediately appeared there, but Stuart just didn't care about that right now. His orgasm was satisfying, always better he found, if he wanked standing up as opposed to sitting down or lying on his bed. Then, from the bathroom.....[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]?Unnnnnnnghhhhh....cumming!!!!? It was loud enough to be considered indiscreet of Damien. Stuart was just coming down from his climax as he heard... actually heard the sound of an unnaturally large amount of jism splashing against whatever surface it was aimed at. There would be a mess to clean up... a lot of mess, Stuart imagined, but thinking of this only thrilled him further.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Some minutes passed, during which Stuart managed to clean himself down with paper towels and return to the table to pick at his food. After some time the bathroom door opened and Damien emerged, looking composed and refreshed, hardly like a man who'd just made a cum-eruption in a confined space. His overalls were fastened back up again and didn't pop open as he squeezed through the door, probably just lucky this time. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]?What did you do in there, have a baby??Stuart mentally chided himself for saying this and hoped that Damien wouldn't take offense. Fortunately Damien didn't and actually laughed off the question.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]?I overshot the toilet bowl in there, sorry. Used up one of the towels to clean up. Hope you didn't mind. I guess I need to get used to the limited space available.? That said, Damien happily returned to the shop floor. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]?Don't worry about the towel. I'll deal with that. I'm used to messes anyway. Dad used to miss the bowl all the time,? Stuart lied excitedly, and with a somewhat devilish gleam in his eye. For the moment he left Damien to his own devices and ventured into the toilet to check the conditions. To his surprise every surface had been wiped clean with the towel that Damien had discreetly placed in the small wash-hand basin. Stuart locked the door behind him and turned on the shower to make it sound as though he was taking one. The movement of water gurgled through the pipe work and could be heard out on the shop floor. Hopefully Damien would be convinced.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]The room smelt of freshly sprayed cum, despite Damien's attempts to clean up. Stuart found some splashes in the corners of the bathroom where Damien had neglected to wipe. As steam from the shower built up in the confined space, it helped to augment the smell of cum, the manly musk after-smell left by the huge bodybuilder... left for Stuart to bask in. He found himself growing ever so hard again, and so he shrugged out of his overalls and underwear and immediately went for the soiled towel. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]It was sodden with Damien's powerfully scented man-juice. Stuart, his lust once again rising to fever-pitch, held the towel to his mouth and nostrils and inhaled deeply. The smell was like a narcotic, the texture of the wet, mucous jism a veritable balm next to his skin. He inhaled deeper still, until his lungs were filled with the vapour. Then he released a long, laboured sigh that made goosebumps erupt across his body. The intoxication that followed was something he wanted never to end.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]He tasted some of the cum he'd scooped up from one corner of the room, caring little if it was unhygienic... you just never think of these things when in the throes of cum-lust. It tasted as he'd expected it to, salty and arousing, a taste that man was never meant to savour, and yet he just had. And he wanted more and more.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]He came a second time, only his balls had been almost spent of jism, therefore little emerged, but the orgasm was satisfactory. Then he stepped into the shower, beneath the steamy hot spray of the fresh water, and used the cum-sodden towel to wash with. The shower lasted a long time, his reverie seeming to suspend time into an uncertain series of flicker-book frames. As he bathed in Damien's juice he came a third time. Whatever jism came out of him, it was quickly dispersed by the water spraying him from head to toe. Along with it went some of the musk of Damien's cream, but if Damien were to make it a habit of wanking like this, in the bathroom during lunch break, then one thing was certain... Stuart would be showering afterwards and he'd need to buy a hell of a lot of fresh towels. One thing he was certain of, this was one soiled towel that was coming home with him later.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]It was just after 2pm when Stuart emerged onto the shop floor, apparently refreshed and deodorised, lest Damien smell cum off his new boss. He tried not to look guilty and managed a shaky smile. He found Damien giving the Aston Martin a final once over, as if pretending to look busy. There was nothing left to do with the car, but Stuart was content to watch him work.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]?If you don't mind holding the fort here, I need to set up some paperwork for you, just that boring ?new job? stuff we all need to fill out. It'll just take a few minutes.? Stuart was already heading to the small office and Damien seemed pleased enough to tinker about. With Stuart out of sight, he went to a workbench and picked up a crowbar. Just for amusement he bent it in half, and then, flexing hugely beneath his ever-tightening overalls, bent it in half again. Still applying inhuman pressure to the ruined crowbar, Damien grunted a primal grunt as he continued to apply immense pressure to the crowbar, moulding it into a metal ball, as though it were soft as putty. Friction made the iron ball hot, but Damien's skin didn't react. He squeezed it down further, and further, applying two thousand pounds of pressure per square inch (a rough estimate, he guessed), until it was the size of a marble. He played with the metal until it was cool enough to pop in his mouth.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Immense pressure from his back teeth soon masticated the iron ball into a ground-up mulch and he swallowed it soon after. ?Nothing like a little iron to strengthen the blood,? he chuckled to himself, once his very bizarre form of dessert was history. He doubted that Stuart would miss one insignificant little crowbar. It seemed that Stuart wasn't the only one with an eating disorder that he'd rather keep a secret.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]When Damien was done with filling in all of the forms that Stuart required him to, 3pm rolled around and the people from the movie studio arrived with a big truck to take away the Aston Martin. One of the two men, the driver, was a bodybuilder, and considered himself quite big. He was about thirty, 250 lbs, a mere dwarf to Damien who out-muscled him in just about every way possible. Stuart had to return to the office to take an important call, so when the two in the truck had the car safely aboard, the time came for the signing of the mandatory documentation. Stuart reckoned Damien could take care of that, now that he was an employee. Ah, but if only he hadn't been on the phone so that he could hear the conversation between the two bodybuilders.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]?I've seen you around,? said the driver, easily ogling Damien's size for it was impossible not to. The other guy was in the back of the truck making sure the fresh paint job remained unscathed. Damien seemed only too pleased to engage the ?tiny? muscle man in ?polite? but smug conversation.?I guess it's hard to hide myself, but I'm not really in an exhibitionist mood today, so if it's a muscle show you want, you'll have to swing by my flat later, if you're interested.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]The lesser muscle man was quite taken aback by what he'd just heard. What... was this guy coming on to him? Absurd. He must have misinterpreted him.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]?Come again?? The lesser bodybuilder from the movie studio blinked twice to make sure he was properly awake. Damien had that effect on a lot of people. He was quite used to it.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]?Oh I will ?cum? again... inside you, after I've cum the first time.? Damien grinned mischievously and fanned out his lats to such an extent, the seams of his overalls began to give in to the pressure forcing them apart. ?Then I'll continue to cum inside you until you're filled to overflowing, my pretty little muscle guy.? Damien flexed and appeared to swell even huger before the pipsqueak. The enlargement of his genitals inside his overalls caused the lower studs to give in and separate. They sounded in three dull but evident thuds. A patina of sweat quickly dappled the lesser bodybuilder's not un-handsome brow and he gulped nervously before taking a couple of steps back.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]?Remember to come when I call. Then I will cum inside you and add those feeble little muscles of yours to my own. I'm special, y'see... very special.? By the time he'd said this Damien's eyes had narrowed to slits and his voice had become a provocative whisper, suggesting his lust flowed like liquid velvet from him and into his intended fuck-ling.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]The bodybuilder from the movie studio was visibly nervous now, and he flinched, physically staggering backwards, as though he'd just taken a blow to the mid-section. But Damien hadn't touched him. He didn't need to. And yet, the bodybuilder seemed to deflate before him, as though some of his muscularity melted away from him in vapour form, a vapour that Damien wasted no time drawing into his nostrils and throat, to feed in a way that a man was never meant to.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Now weakened, panic rising, not knowing what was happening to him or why, the now smaller muscle man fled back to the truck and instructed his partner to secure the Aston Martin so they could be on their way as quickly as possible. Damien let him go, caring little if he saw him again. There were plenty more bodybuilders in Dublin to experience at his convenience.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]He noticed that his overalls had become tighter and the feeling pleased him. Two more studs parted down the front of the overalls, exposing more of his hugely swollen pecs, the cleft or valley between them gobbling up light like a miniature singularity. The darkening gully between the ever-bloating pectorals grew deeper and deeper, further emphasising the awesome depth of each expanding mound. His shoulders spread wider on either side in equal measure, triple-head delts became quadrupled. His tris punched at the fabric of his overalls, attacking the material with the same ferocity as his inexorably powerful biceps. He breathed in deeply, caught up in the reverie of his own incredible expansion, the reaction to inhaling the modest muscle mass of a feeble bodybuilder who, luckily for Damien, had had an appointment at this very garage. A coincidence? Most surely, but one Damien welcomed and savoured. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]?So many bodybuilders,? he exclaimed with an almost brutal mode of delight, ?and all the time in the world to enjoy them.?He smirked smugly to himself and was glad that his overalls still held most of him in. They were his only pair and he'd come to the garage dressed this way, having walked two miles from his flat on the other side of the city, revelling at the shocked looks of passers-by as he temporarily bathed them in his awesome shadow. He loved to be stared at, to be worshiped with complete awe, mostly from envious young men, who could only dream of being like him, but could never actually experience what it was like to be so big, so strong.... so fucking unbelievably HUUUUGE!!!!!!! Damien was big because Damien was ever so special.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Stuart was done with his phone call to one of his suppliers of motor parts. He returned to the shop floor, pleased to see that the Aston Martin and the truck transporting it were now gone. A job well done. Damien quickly turned his back to Stuart, his amazingly wide back, now flaring wider than it ever had before. Stuart wondered about this but was content to drink in the vast delta perched atop a kissable but superbly developed bubble-butt. But he had to break the silence so as not to make his lust for Damien seem all too obvious. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]?So... everything in order then?? he almost stammered but was glad that his tone remained confident.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]?Yeah, paperwork's over there, Stuart. Say, you don't mind if I head off early do you? I don't think that shake quite agreed with me.? Damien was the one who sounded under-confident now. And why did he feel the need to hide his frontal self from Stuart?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]?Uh, you okay? You sound a little shaky.?Stuart was a little worried now. What was happening? Was it possible for such a huge and super-strong bodybuilder to come down with something? He decided it would be best if he let him go. It was his first day and he'd done a superb job with the Aston Martin. Yeah, Stuart was pleased to let him go, for he had a lot of wanking to do later, as soon as the work was in order for another day.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]And so Damien Bushel left the garage, his first day of work now behind him. His behaviour had become erratic and Stuart was given to wondering what exactly he had gone through in the ten years since they'd been the best of school friends. But there would be time for pondering on this later. Damien's musk remained in the garage for ages after he'd left. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]And Stuart was determined to enjoy it. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]To Be Continued........[/COLOR]

[msclbldr]

Great.
I remember the original post of this and was disappointed that it didn't continue. This modified version is better and sets the scene for many interesting possibilities.