Diego and Samson Growing So Huge

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Samson and Diego Rising

PROLOGUE ? BARCELONA
On the Eastern side of Spain, the hot mountains of the Pyrenees drift to the blue of the Mediterranean and cradle the city of Barcelona that is century?s old but filled with energy.
In its winding streets, Diego and Samson enjoy mid-twenty?s ease. They are 25 and 27, aspiring models, swimmers, and closest friends. At Caf? Java, they sell coffee to Barcelonan beauties. Samson dates Maria Theresa, but with complications, and gay Diego is ruefully single.
When the Y pool closes, they chose to workout at a forgotten roman bath that Diego remembers in the reaches of Montjuic. They have no idea how massive it will make them.

PART 1 ? GUYS IN BARCELONA
CHAPTER 1 - RAMBLASIANS
He was negative. His body didn?t look good undressed.
?You..Your height!? Your weight!?...? the assistant called out.
?6?1? and 138 pounds,? the 25-year-old Spaniard still responded with the tone of ?come on? that mesmerizing looks afford one who?s been pretty since birth. Just put me in some designer ? cover the ribs and bones.
The assistant looked at Diego, ?Oh, honey, too scare-crow, no ? and who?s he ? he?s??
The American sat in jeans and a Diesel ?T?. He was not willing to lose composure in the backroom chaos.
?I?m Samson? Same as Deegs? 140? 6?1?...?
?You?re a handsome pair. Oh, Dios. But thin? Take the receipts and come back. If we?re short we?ll use you.?


?Bad news. At least you blame your eating,? Samson drawled. The American dug into his pocket retrieving a tin of Senkekaw Dark. They wandered toward Barcelona?s gay ghetto. Samson critiqued the Armani ?Choice? collection they?d seen in a straight-guy way, shooting tobacco onto the sidewalk. Diego cringed at Samson, ?Ugh, you?re crude.? He swatted the empty denim of Samson?s seat and pulled the tobacco from Samson?s hand. He handed it back. ?Ok, sorry.. just kidding.? He looked at Samson?s face for approval. ?I?m goin? go? goin? head for the apartment. I?ll be at the house ?til I come for shift.?


Diego groaned in the apartment. ?Si, oh, yes? oh muchachos grandesssssss.? Masturbation felt good and he squirted on the pages. He angled to the mirror and took his fingers from his dick letting its smallness fall. He touched across his ribs and looked into his eyes.
?You?ll be one, una dia, Diego?yeah? mmhuh.? Then his face lost the confidence or hope. ? ? uh, crap?never.?
He scooped the tear outs. His seed lay across them, but mostly on Derek Anthony?s 20-year-old huge muscles and skin-tight poser. He licked Derek?s vein-y legs and the pouch. ?You like that, sexy!? You like the tongue bath??? He fluttered and slid the page back in his torn out collection. He bent his arm purposelessly. ?Ah, dang, dang, Dang.?


The rush had died, and Samson sprawled across the table from where Diego had come in and sat. Diego?s blond was down his neck and his eyes pooled blue. In contrast, Samson?s Givenchy?s enhanced the green of his eyes; and his soccer features perfected a shaved head.
?Are we in for the championships?? Diego asked.
?Yes, gon-gayboy? although, last seeds? I don?t know where we train though.?
?I?m remembering something ? Try manana??
?Ok.?



CHAPTER 2 ? MONTJUIC
They climbed Montjuic before daylight.
?Through this hedge.?
?This?? You?re whacked.?
The two struggled, snagging.
?Si, es esto.?
On the terrace, they drifted toward a marble rail.
Samson spoke, ?Wow, the view is perfect. Look at the Med, how dark it looks.?
?En la dia, it looks like la vida itself? blues? sails forever.?
Samson turned to the pool. It was algae-stenched and its tiles were cracked.
?That?s where? It?s trash, Diego.?
?Si, Sammy, si ? a Roman bath. I stumbled on it the year you exchanged here. I had that growth? got fast enough to swim with you seniors at last.?
?Yeah? Well alright.?
They moved to the pool and Diego stripped. He skin-and-boned in an immodesty that failed his gorgeous face ? his swimsuit?s waistband drooped across his pubes and his crack showed. The Lycra, good for most guys because it revealed, showed unimpressively since his cock was very small. The hole on his leg also gapped looking girl-like.
?I?m going in.? Diego sloshed his toe through the slush wanting to hide in it, but it did look gross. ?Come on.?
Samson undressed a build in board shorts that also troublingly exposed his thinness. He shivered and realized that the 4? bigger dick he had over Diego was flaccid and cold in his unlined suit. Shit he loved it better when it was at full show.
Anyway, he eyed the blackgreen. ?It?s crap?.? He sneered at the slop. ?But whateverfuck.? He opened his body and splatted in.

?Deegs, it pukes me.?
?Es bueno, Samson. There?s something??

They pulled out and strands from the marsh gooped on their torsos ? even on their faces.
?Ah, damn ?what are these strotes? they feel so g?damn prickly ? like burn? stinging.?
They clawed and difficultly removed them.
?I don?t know about that fucking filth, but shit it?s made us horny,? Samson said. Diego?s nexus stiffed but was more embarrassing because of the pathetic nub that sank behind the yellowed clinger. In contrast, Samson projected down his left jamm-leg an impressive outline of a boned 8? member. ?Fuck, I?m hot.?


CHAPTER 3 ? CAF? EURO JAVA
They saw Lila coming to pick up Samson at the coffee shop.
?Thank god,? said Samson. ?I need to? I mean?damn, these ?nads have paainfully ached since that? that fuck-swim this morning. Deegs, cover while I go.?

In the apartment, she wrapped and breasted him. She stroked his jeans with a smile on her face. ?I?m looking forward to theees,? she said.
Samson elongated out of the waistband and his helmet rose prong-high.
?Oh, Lila, you know this work.?
He unbuttoned himself and his hip-bones showed painfully, but his dick planked down.
?Stand-fuck me, Stallion.?
Samson pushed the pants from his stringy hips and she condomed his boner.
?Oh, yeah, la feminina.?
He grinned and lifted his mushroom-head to her soft patch. He coaxed her close and pressed into her womanhood.
?I?m gonna do you like I haven?t done before,? he said. He thrust and clitted and for some reason understood it would be beautiful for her. Ah, it felt good, so good to do this. He felt tingly through his scarce, lax pounds.
?Oh Dios ? Mas, Samson, mas,? she breathed.
Samson replanted hungrily new, but realized he wasn?t capable of doing what he really desired. He wanted to send her into ecstacy through fucking bones of strength.
?You feel it enough, mujer?? he asked and felt his dick nonetheless somehow go bigger in her hole.
?Yes, Samson, yes.? She replied.
He felt his balls condense on his doll body and start to unbalance his pipe-cleaner legs. He recognized his own weakness, but still felt incredible in his organ as he approached an uparalleled blow.
?Ah, fuck,? he exclaimed and his legs jittered and his board pushed deeper. ?It should be more.?
?AAH,? he groaned, and with final thrusts, he pumped into her with gism hot in the inflating rubber.
She shuddered.
Samson sat in her pussy, looking drawn as he grimaced at her ? his enveloped wedge felt unbearable. His load had been large, larger than any he?d known. Shit, it had been something enervating.
He massaged his model boy scalp and looked at her.
?Thank you, as always, Lila.?
?Pull out ? what fricking happened, Samson??
His handsome, wasted smile grew, and he inched back, popping from her. Lila looked at his grunge body and his dick. She touched herself where he had exited and touched his waist where it was at its diet-girl thinnest.
?Something got into you ? I know I?m not supposed to say this with patients, but that was ?el mejor?? not many clients do that.?
Confidence crept into the split grin he gave her. Something subconscious occupied the usual egoistic cockiness he had. He let his hand rub his body, and then travel to his pisser, packing it in his Hommes. ?Maybe,? he thought. He was impressed with the mound that pulled the slinkies even as he buttoned up his scrawny build.
?Is Maria Theresa still insisting that this is a good idea?? Lila asked
?I don?t know? I?ll let you know.?



Sex lingered unwashed and Diego pressed his nose intimately against Samson?s neck and chest. ?How?d it go, stud?? Diego took a deeper sniff. ?It smells so good.?
?Ah, nice. I wish it had been, M.T not Lila. It would make a difference in my love making with Maria Theresa. I mean I blew Lila?s brains ? gave her grade-A man? M.T. would have cum for sure.?
?Yeah, right? Ummm-Hmmm,? said Diego.


CHAPTER 4 ? LOS ARBOLES CEDROS
The sun?s rays lit the trees and Diego dropped his pack.
?The cedars look strong, don?t they? said Samson.
?Must be a great place to grow or something,? Diego answered.
Diego stripped his waffle T.
Samson looked, ?Did yesterday?s dick-stroking give you flesh there, Diegs? ? a whisper?? Ah, I?m being whacked?As if you?d have tissue on that arm-bone of yours.?
Diego doubled to his shoulder and looked at his arm. He looked away. ?As if?? he agreed. He glanced again at nothing but long, skinny bone.

The scum lashed and gritted their shoulders. They felt like aluminum-brushing was on their skin from their torsos and waists. It felt painful ? but the pain was somehow also like pleasure. The hour that passed didn?t feel that way when they were done.

?Diego? look fucking etches.?
Samson welted where the strotes again lay on his body and on the complexion of his cover-guy face. But what was different, was across his emaciated stomach, faint lines had suddenly appeared. He looked and admired the long-ish one that traced to his groin. He touched his fingers to fainter ones that angled to his flanks.
Samson moved his fingers from a segment to the next. ?It?s painted like a ?pack.?
Samson?s dick had hardened its good size. ?Now, that could be sexy? sexy as fuck,? Samson put his hand into his shorts.



CHAPTER 5 ? MODERNISTOS
?Aren?t you looking good.?
Their modeling agent, Wally, was sleaze.
?A little face work? Haircuts? Finally discovered what a gym is, girls? Gorgeous is a dime a dozen, but you?ve done something ? something special for me??
?Cut the crap,? Samson talked back, ?What are you even talking about??
Diego was quiet and feared showing tongue.
?Ah well, I was going to have nothing for you 2nd tierers this week, but since you?re looking so? so?.. well, I might have something anyway. Let me call around and you come back Friday.?
?Alright, we?ll be back.? As Samson answered, Wally walked to Diego?s chrome-modern chair, and sat on the arm. He let his wrist rest on Diego?s shoulder and touched the gold lengths of hair. He grin-fucked Samson and then swept his hand to lift Diego?s chin and look at Diego?s narrow, olive face planes and idoled nose, ?Am, I gonna get something in return, beauty girl??
?Fuck off, Wally,? Samson finished the meeting rescuing his friend.



?Samson?the pulse through me? I can?t get it from my mind.?
Samson looked at Diego and the slop that draped from Diego?s shoulders. He took Diego?s thin measure with his football-field eyes. Something unplaceably different was there, but he said nothing just massaged his own chest. Samson pulled on his warm-ups.
?Fuck these. They fit wrong? how do they make ?em so that a wash makes the fit go? ? these cost plenty!??
?They look good, Sam,? said Diego, ?They?re nice? like they?re pants-pulling-into-your-as? you know?? embarrassment stopped him, ?well, just? a bit flagrant, that?s all.?



?Did you eat all the burger?? M.T. looked at him.
?Yeah, I did. All of it?? Diego rubbed his belly. He turned red and stopped.
?Eating a whole burger ? that?s a first ? way to go, bird-eater,? Samson said. There was ground beef smeared in Diego?s teeth.



The Sunday stillness was oppressive.
?Let?s get into the cesspool,? Samson stripped a pair of biking shorts. Underneath, he wore powder underwear, and, even at 27, because of his absence of build, looked adolescent with his developed pouch against thin legs.
?It would have been good to grab our stuff ? but I?m glad you let us just straight come,? Diego said. He looked at the scum again. ?All brunch, I couldn?t get it? How I wanted to?.? He stopped and just fell into the grunge.



Diego had two helpings of the dinner ? 4 tacos in the end. Samson hadn?t let the return for seconds go unnoted. Now, he sat at the computer as Samson came from cleaning.
?We?re going to an exhibit ? one of her painters,? Samson had a hand on his front where the flatness of his nipples were; it was strange how Samson felt a rising and retreating feeling inside. He asked Diego, ?You want to third wheel?? and put his hands on the back of Diego?s shoulders.
?Naw..? Diego responded.
Samson lingered his grasp there and Diego?s shoulders felt different ? cord lay somewhere underneath it had to be.
?Ok, then, we?ll see you later.?

An hour passed and Diego hunched over the listings still? Aaah, a carved Latin guy, publicly talking about weights? sculpted and already starting to be built up ? oh, ?hobbies: want to bodybuild?? ?want to become a bodybuilder??
Diego got excited. It felt good to go hard. He looked at his small point and stroked lightly a few times.
He went back to the profile. This was what he had to try. It made him nervous as shit, shoot. But, he wasn?t going to be intimidated and he had to start being real with his attractions. He started an introduction and then started again. Ahhh. frick? I just can?t. He hit escape and groaned.
In the kitchen, he made a sandwich. He layered Samson?s deli meat on the bread, unconsciously. He didn?t realize that it had piled a pound on, yet it shoveled his mouth more satisfyingly than anything he?d ever eaten.



?Can you do twice, Diegs.?
Diego pulled a second suit, a thong, and smiled.
Samson looked different in the 7am light, his body holding energy that was unfamiliar ? something at the next level. Samson hung so beautifully. Diego loved and worshiped Samson?s 8 inches. Samson?s shoulders looked good too. Diego slid past and let his feeble morning boner brush ?mistakenly? long on Samson?s butt.



Diego?s friend Pedro was on shift, sporty in a baseball t and shorts.
?Be a sub in our game?? Pedro asked.
Diego put down the shake ? it had 40 protien grams. It had 500 calories. ?Pedro!? Anyone ever tell you? you know?... Like, I play like a girl?.?

On the diamond, he connected with the ball only to find it slammed right. He ran and his legs rotated unexpectedly like a high school stud just turning 17. He pounded the bag safe.
?Ah, man? this is frickin? great.?



?I should try speed dating?. ? I?d have no out, just forced to?.? He talked so that Samson could hear in the bedroom.
He hopped on the scale to check the dial? shit?he couldn?t believe? not? it wasn?t 138, but 148. He checked again and his lips lay open ? his eyes searched in the mirror. Yes.
He came from the bathroom. ?Samrod.? He looked at Samson. ?Oh frick.? Absently, he massaged where his towel covered his child member. ?Sam, it?s like? just?? He smiled and showed teeth that reflected the full effects of a dentist?s whitening technology. ?I?m different, stud?? He glowed. ?Like?? He let his towel drop and looked down. ?I?ve gained ten pounds.?

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Wally trespassed his fingers onto Samson?s butt.
?Oh sweeties? I think my b-listers are starting something they shouldn?t, aren?t they??
He leaned into Samson?s ear, ?grrrrrr? It was girlish in its campiness. ?It?s just a little bit fast ? don?t you think girls?? Wally licked his lips, ?All you girls, waking up one day wanting to go so big? I always know when you start, don?t I girls??
Diego looked down puzzled, and discreetly, no shyly, touched his body.
?Calm it, Wally.? Samson stepped away and turned and put his hand straight-arm on the agent?s chest. He looked like a fencer with the extended pose it struck. ?You just let us take care of us and our looks ?you take care of our work.?
?Oh pretty, whatever you?re doing, it?s WORKing ? now you?re just lucky to have Wally LOOKing out for you.?
?Right,? Samson dismissed the melodrama.
?Anyway, I?m getting you into something small?? Wally giggled. ?Well not a small gig, but wait ?til you see what you?ll wear ? it?s so small. I worry about the embarrassment you?ll have down there,? Wally brought his hand to his throat and gayly pointed his finger toward Diego?s crotch, ?But they can always enhance digitally, can?t they, sweetheart.?
?Never mind that, Wal. We?ll take it.? Samson kept things straight and short with the impulse-driven hack.



CHAPTER 6 ? LOS MODELOS
Diego came out of the slush.
?Sam?.?
Diego gestured down and returned his eyes to what had been developing ? it was bizarre to find he had even a rise where he knew all guys dreamed of the thrust of a porn bulge. He looked at his ass. It was surprising to see it curving at the spot where real men hungered for sculptured, chasmed humps. His dick was not as big as average, just, jesus it felt better.
?I think I?m...?
?Nice, Diegs.? Samson considered Diego for a minute. Diego?s cock was in a way that Samson couldn?t understand given the years he?d seen the small Diegan rod and reel. Diego looked almost sex-possible for once-in-his-life.
?Really nice,? Samson grunted, but then turned with preoccupation to his own somehow sinewed body and to his dick that truly filled the wet low-cut beige bather he?d suddenly gone ahead and bought for himself.



The lights didn?t warm the ice floe set, but their bodies seemed insensitive to the a/c?ed air barely dressed as they were in white.
?An Expedition ad with penguins and us ? fucking unbelievable,? Samson looked down at his thong. ?My cock looks fierce though ? heavy.? His lips pulled back from his teeth and his jaws flexed a ripple. It was alpha?ed domination that showed briefly and disappeared returning him to the same friendly, well-adjusted guy he always was.
?And you look amazing too.? He said to Diego. Diego hip-angled on the plastic raft. His hips were the narrowness of a 18-year-old and he had the bikini of a James Bond wrapping them. Between the two of them, Diego and Samson created the sly, provocative seduction that they knew was perfect for supposed ?mass-market?.

Candace came from the production office. She looked Samson over.
?Ah, Wal sent a crotch boy this time.? She said.
?You?re good too, handsome.? She smiled at the Spaniard.
She fiddled film into the camera, ?I?d say, flaunt it guys. Let?s click?



CHAPTER 7 ? NATATORIUM
Samson read French on his bed and Diego lay on his own watching.
?I touch my chest, Sam, and my abdominal wall and I feel so alien ? so unknown.?
Samson looked over. His eyes collected halogen from the night stand and glowed like jewels in a case. He drank in the shape of Diego?s body and recognized a sense of underwear models he knew.
?That swimming?s been great for us?. HA!... An amazing new training fad? muck-swimming! It almost makes sense.?
?We race tomorrow and I? I feel strong.?
?Me too.?



They stood before the stadium crowd and they did feel strong. In their long, ?nothing? bodies, turbine-reserves hummed secretly in their sinews.

Samson smiled and Diego hipped his pinked bikini. Neon fabric outlined boners on both friends that only the shyest teen wouldn?t flaunt in the hallway from class home. They couldn?t help stancing and reveling like rams ready to mate.

Samson looked at Diego and admired the black eyebrows painted on Diego?s brown, smooth skin and the blond fall of his hair, ?Good luck.?

The gun went and they dove.
A voice cried. ?Mi hombres. Don?t be last!?
Their wakes were slow at first. Others had sprinted from the blocks, but in Diego and Samson, the energy built and a releasing push germinated. They relished the warm unfoldings. They accelerated and an image of manta rays powered by wide and superpowerful wings occupied their minds.
A 19-year-old was saucy as they approached, but he flagged and could only watch them arrow by.
At the turn, their asses flashed fuck-suggestively and their feet came around.
?Oh Dios, show Maria Theresa who are the fish, mis amores!?
A National Teamer gripped for the lead powering a big build, but Samson and Diego somehow whirred ? no effort in flowing past.
They raced each other. Samson?s ?-length lead gave him the edge until Diego blurred ? a torpedo somehow out of a submarine. With unprocessable movement, Diego met the wall before his Kansan friend.

Samson surfaced. ?That rocked! That was awesome! So, fucking awesome! Holy CRAP!? He pumped Diego?s fist and twisted Diego?s tit and then made his friend?s heart suddenly strain when he cupped Diego?s bulge in the deep. ?We?re packed,? he whispered and tore his eyes away, but the grope lingered before finally letting go.
With his hands high, Samson circled in the water finding Maria Theresa. They blew kisses.

Off the medal stands, Maria Theresa met them. ?I love you boys ? that was fantastic.? The kiss with Samson lingered, until passion drew him down into her.


In the locker room, they pulled on slacks that were DKNY. Straps fastened across the back pockets. Diego buttoned a shirt and then helped Samson with a gauzy tee that clung unexpectedly to Samson?s breast.
?Deegs, look at that guy?s rack. Talk to him.?
Diego?s eyes turned and fixed. ?Sammy? no way?? His mouth opened, ?ah shit.?
The jock turned a carved, 6?3? physique. Pecs shelved on him and manhood rode in his legs. He gazed at Diego. Diego ducked into the locker.
?Nice swim.?
?Me!?? thanks.? Diego peeked out.
?Yea? Thanks Man,? Samson said, ?Deegy, I?ll be with M.T.? He left.
?You pushed the pace.?
?Oh yeah, thanks.? Diego felt perspiration in his armpits; his cheeks were hot.
?Actually, I never saw that before. I?d say it was impossible.? The stud worked a towel over his groin and it was heavy with his scrotum and cock; Diego was glad to be clothed.
?Sure...? Diego tried to stand taller and to look in the other?s eyes.
?Give me your number ? you and I need to train.? The stranger squinted at his arm and measured its balled peak. Behind, he rubbed terry cloth into Honcho-sculpted globes.
?Oh yeah.? Sweat dropped under Diego?s shirt. ?I have a pen, but no paper.?
?Gimme the pen? what is it??
?77 2 9?33?42 5555.?
With each digit, the stranger inked over the veins and canal?d cuts of his stripper bi.
Diego shifted his legs behind his firming dick and hid his undeveloped build in his designer shirt. His heart beat and he was short of breath.
??Diego.? He managed.
?Yea? Alejandro. I?ve been looking? I?ll call you sometime.?
?Oh, thanks...? Diego turned out of the lockers clumsily scuffing against a metal can.
He spotted Samson and M.T. ?Holy crud, Sammy, I gave him my number.? The smile faded, ?Not that he?ll call.?
?deeegggs!?



PART 2 ? GROWING AWARENESS
CHAPTER 8 ? PARC GUELL & THE BARCELONAN
They ran on the trail in shorts and looked Abercrombie & Fitch from campaign after campaign. Juan was with them, but lagging.
Juan panted, ?Swimming, now running. My sister is not going to believe you guys.?
Samson answered, ?M.T. will believe? I could go hours, fucking hours, no kidding?? The sun touched his sides and he glistened. It wasn?t different from a virginal foal stretching its stride.
He turned his head over his shoulder, ?But, follow me ? this exits the farmer?s market ? I?m thinkin? greens, yams.?
He darted to the path.
?Just watch your footing!? Juan warned.
Samson tea-kettled.
?SHIT?! Ow, that hurts,? Samson reached for his foot. ??Fuck, I crunched the hell out of my ankle.?
They helped him stand.
?Damn, this is gonna fuck swimming.?


?Here?s ice. Elevate it.? Diego handed him the bag.
Samson slouched in the wingback. His 8 inches sacked on his thighs. He bent his leg and pulled his knee to his chest. He appreciated the long muscle. He let his head dangle exhibitionistically against it and then aroused himself to engorge it, smiling.
?Nice show.? Juan whistled.
Diego looked ? and didn?t move his eyes.
?Yeah, it is a nice show? But enough, Dudes! Jesus, Deegs, it?s all here anytime.?
Samson massaged his gonadal stirring and, after a bit, looked at the two, ?Maybe it?s a good time for some time alone.?



Diego didn?t know why he?d told work that staying with Samson would make him 2 hours late. He swam an hour and a half and now there was a feeling in his balls that he knew must be a straight guy?s horniness. And his clothes were tighter, well he didn?t quite know if that was true but his head kept returning to the thought.
At the caf?, his mobile rang and he squeezed it from the pocket of the jeans.
?Es Diego.? A pause.
?Oh yeah?? Self-consciousness.
?Si, no, I can talk,? he chunked bites of the chickens he?d boiled on the foil.
?Um? Isn?t eight late??
He bunched his shirt and bounced his fist against the washboards whose structure had emerged. He stretched the cotton. He wanted so much what he felt within.
?Oh-oh... I see? Sure then? meet you tomorrow, Alejandro.?
A feeling of uneasiness built.


The next night, Diego returned early. Samson pushed the mixing equipment into its drawer. It had been two days and Diego looked ?take-notice?, Samson thought?even, maybe ?take charge? impossibly. Why did he, himself, feel so exhausted?
?Early swim, Lothario. That a bad sign??
Diego put his thumb up?. cranked it down, ?That?s right.? He gathered himself. ?He was hand-massaging down THERE.? Diego directed his eyes at his groin.
?Yeah, aNd??
?And, I went off? like a popgun, dang? it was too fast?but I was so fric? frickin? excited? me a gayboy! ? finally having a sex-oriented gaystud experience.... and he said ?I expected more? its too small and you went off fucking fast, dude.? He ass-walked away, v?ed and hung. Sammy.. When.., when??
?Oh, dude, he was a fucker and you?ve gotta fucking be more confident. But don?t sweat it ? you?ll do better.?
?Yeah, you?re right, I?ve gotta do better.? Diego took his shirt off, and shallow lines faintly outlined the circles of his chest; faint cuts cleared his arms and legs. He looked at himself, ?fuck, I gotta be more confident.? His hand came off his arm and he went into the kitchen and pulled out 2 cartons of eggs.


?I?m heading there, Sam.?
?I?ll go? ?
A sympathetic look was in Diego?s eye, ?I don?t think you can.? He touched Samson, ?But, I gotta still. How is your ankle??
?It?s healing so fast, like ?hey watch me heal? fast. But the rest of me sucks, Dee ? like my whole body?s fuckin drained ?cause of that needy ankle.? Circles were under his eyes.



Diego showed from a 2 hour workout and Samson wondered what the cast to Diego?s El-Cid-carved jaw reminded him of? He kept picturing a stud from some testosteroned Hollywood blockbuster ? it had been too long ? he thought he?d have to watch one again.



Diego stepped off the scale and closed the window against the trucks on the dawn streets. He buttoned his jeans over the orange squarecut and rubbed his hand on his ass. The scale had read 154; that was 6 pounds more in 3 days. His dick twitched in the confines of his crotch.
He hiked his bag on his shoulder and looked at Samson sleeping and spoke lowly, ?Sorry to go alone again, Samsam, but somebody?s gotta try and change? try and?.? He fell quiet and let his teeth tear into the protein bar. He took a long drink of water. He closed the door to the apartment while Samson still slept.

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All - this story is completely written (including postscripts and prescripts to come) - I will post the remaining 4/5ths early next week. - QTR P.S. It's nice to be back posting

[LipsK]

Awsome story. I loved the slow TF. Thank you.

[Xyggurat]

It seems like the story is moving toward the skinnier friend outgrowing the (slightly) larger. I like.

You have a very interesting writing style, man. It's kind of a flow of consciousness, but you don't lose any of the meaning.

-X-

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Mist covered the scum and Diego swam searchingly in the miasma. His body was naked and day-glo lycra conspicuously lay on the side of the pool. He coveted the goop he submerged in and let it flow over him. For some reason, he decided to also let it come into his mouth.


In two blocks, the tram would go past Bigger Bodies next to Click Models Spain. Diego, still damp with tints, eyed a builder whose bag crossed his shoulders and whose ass had a 31-year-old?s screw-worthy seat.
He watched the hound disappear into the entrance beneath the black-and-white posters of 70?s muscle stars ? the posers were still sexy with their big-lit monster bodies.
Diego looked at himself and realized he could see the outline of his arms in the lycra shirt he?d had but had never felt he could wear. He massaged his hand into the just discernible roll between the two sides of his chest and brought his fingers to his small, but sensitive nipples. ?This is?.? He looked again and felt throbbing in his dick to think of growth.
?I?m gonna do it. Fuckin, do it.? He hopped off the tram, and faltered, started to turn away, but forced himself back to the gym, ?I have to ? oh, jesus, have balls.?


The total of four plates barred heavy on him. ?Ugh?ugHGGHfucUh.. owww.?
?Don?t pussyboy it, girlie? I warned you? so fucking squat it, slim? the string-tanked flexer berated him, putting his hands on Diego?s torso. ?Fuck, you?re marble-firm, thin dude.?
?I can do this,? Diego begged in his mind and then felt a tingle begin in his feet and swell toward his center ? ?Aaaghhh, that?s it? oh god, it?s incredible? that feels incredible,? he thought.

Diego pumped out the rep and then the set? And then a second. He finished and the lifter blatted, ?Eleven? 2 sets of eleven? Unfuckingbelievable, slim.? He swatted Diego?s ass. Diego smiled and admired how the stud?s dick made a pointy rise in the sweats he wore.
Diego didn?t care that he himself was revealing more than that in his square cut. Didn?t care that he?d stripped and that he was the only one dressed man-faggoty. It felt like what he needed to do even if he was very skinny and the farthest thing imaginable from some great beast-heave.
?That?s right? that?s right it is unfuckingbelievable? but, i?ll show you what unfuckingbelievable is really going to be.? he said under his breath, surprising himself.

The scale in the locker room read 159. It had made him intensely excited. He?d been 154 yesterday. Fucking, fucking, five pounds. He turned bright red.

Out of the iron house he felt his circulation of blood like testosterone had been shoveled into his veins by some army-sponsored drug shover. ?Ah, yeah.? Aah, he felt so good.


Samson heard the door.
?How was it??
?Good,? there sounded a rasp in Diego?s voice, ?Better than good.?
?You?re back later. You swim longer??
?No, Sammy ? 2 hours, but ? um ? I pumped iron. Unh, I feel funny about it though.? It wasn?t a rasp, it was hoarse and lower.
?Pumped Iron!!? No fuck!? You?re as self-conscious as crap, about that stuff! What?s happening to you? What?re you doing with your voice??
?I?m not sure. Like I said, I feel funny? full? kind of? large.?
?It sounds lower. Anyway, come, I have PowerBoy omelets for us.?
Diego stepped in from the foyer, his warm-up top already off. Samson paused. There were planes across Diego?s torso and they cast shadows. His shoulders had broadened - a gap between his upper arm and his tightened trunk unmissable.
?Holy, Diego, you look different, dude ? Something good ? Mmph! That pumping iron?s got something to it, maybe?
?Si? Do I? Do I look bueno? I thought maybe? I feel different.? His arms and torso moved unconsciously, and as they did, he slightly compressed in places just detectably bulging ? his chest, shoulder caps, along the bicep-inside of his arms showing the hot curves that a novice college lifter would have.
?I know one thing is for sure, this suit?s gonna go.? He pulled down his warm-ups and showed his orange lycra. The crotch plumped in a he?s-stuffed-it way. But, Diego ignored that and turned. ?Look at my aaass? I mean, rear.? The fabric stretched kind of over his glutes. ?? I mean, look, Samson.? His glutes rose so that they had become gritty street toughs that seemed to be flashing their stuff. A squat under the iron had catalyzed something. Samson?s breath paused.
Diego turned, ?See what?s up front?? He yo-yo?d his pouch and opened up a normal dick that now measured at six inches. ?I?m 2 inches mas grande, Sam-man? I want it as much like you as I can, big boy ? always have?? He touched his hand to Samson?s clothed breast. He continued, ?More ? it makes me feel different? I had no idea how a dick could make me feel? it?s been hard to get it not hard since this morning? hmm.? He lifted his lean chest and dropped his less narrow shoulders and touched his hand to the new more typical cock.
?Holy frick.? Samson reached into Diego?s pants for a feel. ?How in the gayfuckboy ? I mean just fuckin? how did you do that!?? He felt ? not a dildo.
?Hands off ? you know how, Sam. We just don?t say? ? He looked thoughtful and touched it again.
?Yea, we might not. But it?s that scum, you know it? and you?re? well, I?m gonna go again one day soon.?
Samson reached in and moved his fingers back and forth along the arousing Diegan averageness.
?Aaagh? Diego?s face went open, ?Mierde, stop that? Oh Christ, almost got me? but, let me have the fun!? He stepped away from Samson and let the fabric pull back. ?Why don?t you let the man manage the manhood in my spray down, Samantha, while you cook up the food,? he sounded as though he knew he were acting like a 16-year-old whose finally gotten his man-dick after all the others.

An animal sounded from the bathroom. Orgiastic mutterings accompanied the approach to the climaxing strokes.
Samson muttered ?no way? and touched his limpid pack to hear the guttural needs.
A roar echoed in the apartment and Samson realized he could hear Diego?s cum spraying the shower-tiled walls.
?Fuck.?

Diego came from the shower unshirted and smiled. He sat to the protein-infused omelet and wolf-chunked it. A lingering grunting escaped his lips, and rips on his flexing body cut his light pecs each time his bared pearlies munched the food from his plate.
?I?ve reached 26 pounds, Samboy, 164, Sam? forkin? two weeks, forkin? 26 pounds?? His expression looked hungry for food. ?I wanna eat? you know, just eat, Sam? how about another omelet??



It was more turns to the bath and Samson sat on the wall. ?Fuck? just go, Deegs.?
?I?m sorry, Sam. Listen, it will be all right, really. I?ll see you back.?
Diego looked so different. Samson thought that Diego was changed so foreign like the kind of bigger he?d seen on Will Smith or Thomas Jayne when they?d bulked up, putting on 20 or 40 pounds for ?Ali? or ?The Punisher?.
?That?s right, Deegs? It will be fine. I?ll get to shift early? and MT?s supposed to come anyway.?
Samson watched Diego?s disappearing back and saw Diego sucking on another one of the protein shakes.



CHAPTER 9 ? LA CIUDAD VIEJA
Samson was at the counter when Maria Theresa came, printed flowers tracing her cleavage and her arms.
?I needed to see you,? she said. ?Can you bring a mocha to the table outside??

Outside, the sun was glinting in the black waterfall of her hair ?I been thinking, Samson...?
Samson?s crotch gave hints of his life-drained dick beneath its white-blue fabric.
?What, solita??
?Why you want me?? She asked.
He leaned back in the wire chair and put his hand on the stomach of his t-shirt. ?We wander alone, and then we meet that person who changes it all ? that coffee tastes better, you shine where I was dark.?
?But, Samson, the girlfriend is supposed to?. You know? and I don?t? can?t. I am not good for you.?
?Oh, I want you so much. I want you now. We?ll never talk about this again.?
?Samson??
?I?ll show you love. We?ll go to my place ? make love now.?
He rolled her wheelchair away from Euro Java toward the apartment.


Alone in the bathroom, he hung limp in loose boxer folds.
?No jacking for days? and fucking !???
He fondled again, ?I need lube and fuck there?s none.?
He cast about for a moment and then noticed the stenchy goop pooled in Deeg?s racer. ?Fuckit, ok.? He slopped a scrape on. Dammit, ouc.uggh? Ok, yea that does feel good. Yeah, alright? hardening, ah, YeaH? yeah it feels really good.
He smeared more on. ?I?m coming!?

He shorts-tented entering the bedroom.
?Hello, most gorgeous woman.?
He reached under her laying form and unzipped her. His dick felt good ? and hard. He felt weary, but somehow as horny as could be.
He kissed her and dropped petals across her abdomen and breasts. He smacked a kiss where each lay.
She groaned and groped his head.
?Press me.?
He undulated his erection against her. It had never felt this way ? this fuck-power. He humped hard and bumped against her wrapped mound.
She touched his unscabbarded bandolier and massaged her hands all over his too lean body, ?Oooh. Drill me now, hombre, guapo.?
He felt his thinness in him ? god how different the cock was from this stick build. He wiped the scum, unrolled the large Trojan lubed. It?s not softer is it??
?Ah, radiant love,? he pulled aside her panties and speared. ?Ah God,? he felt the strokes of his penis in her vagina walls?
2 minutes passed. Humping?
5 minutes passed and he continued. Sweat hit her curves. His cock softened? grew softer?
10 minutes, he collapsed and was soaked with his dick flaccid.
?I?m sorry.?
?Don?t be. I am a cripple girl ? Not hot.?
?No! You?re the most sexual girl I?ve known.?
?You can say that, but I can?t let you be with a girl who don?t ?cum? ? who can?t get you to ?cum?.?
She pulled to her wheelchair and her skirt, so he grabbed Diego?s ass-torn square cut lying on the bed. It was small enough to make his 8-incher even drained look good. He felt the goop?s grit wiping into his balls.
She put on her blouse. ?I love you more than anything ? but, I won?t let you settle. Good bye.?
?Maria Theresa, it?s not what I want ?we can grow together. I can work on my endurance? my strength? my massiv?? He was stiffened in the suit, horniness in his balls again now, feral suddenly, and luringly sexual. ?The very idea? the idea makes me?.?
Maria Theresa rolled out and was gone. Samson rodded 8 1/16th inches standing 149 lbs in Diego?s scum-dressed spandex.



?She?ll figure it out.?
?It just hurts, Deegs.?
?Give her time. Come, your ankle?s finally healed; we need to make you a man again and then you?re taking me to Muscl Vodka?s launch party tonight.?



CHAPTER 10 ? MONTJUICANS
Samson straight-armed from the swamp and panted. He already felt stronger again with the feeling that the swamp pushed back into his body.
The slimy black strands criss-crossed every part of skin and he watched as isolated dots of the stuff faded from view and as the strands started to blend in and grow thinner on him. Fuck, it was hot. Just knowing what it could do and maybe even what it would give for M.T. He didn?t need to know how or why.

He self-splashed more slop onto his ribs and lean legs and then bikini-opened, accessing his dick. He manipulated pleasurably, enjoying its height as he administered the strokes. It grew hard quickly, until, fuck, he was aching and knew it was going to be climactic to unleash the dam from the reservoir of his balls. He wrapped more onto the shaft and wolfishness played on his lips. He groaned beggingly and the invisible wrench tightened and then more cruelly on his gonads. ?Ah, fuck, that?s it.? He grunted and the milk-churned fountain sprouted a splashing path into the air.

Diego rose from the pool. His neck and shoulders were thicker and stronger. It was 171 lbs that was young-guy International Male heavy.
?What you been doing?? He gazed at the cream that vanilla?d on Samson?s dark skin. ?It?s something very becoming, I have to say.?
?Oh, it?s nothing,? Samson lied.
?Oh, not ?nothing?, or if ?nothing?, it?s the kind of ?nothing? I lick clean, girl fucker.? Diego dabbed and tasted Samson?s dick juice. ?God, that?s good.? His head descended onto Samson, and he lipped cum from Samson?s skinny body. His slurps echoed as he grunge ate and as Samson looked with horrored acceptance and perhaps something an onlooker might call hooded desire. Diego, like a vacuum, covered the flawless skin, and finished by making a prolonged knob-mouthing stop on Samson?s dome-topped male key.
?Deegs ? you fucking cum sucker.?
?Yea, Samstud, yea.? The diegan cheek-redness was not on his face. ?I eat, Samson, and I grow now.? He flexed and there was a hard svelteness to his modeled tall build, ?Come on, we need to get to the ?Vodka? scene.?



Samson called her before they left for the product promotional party.
?Please? please? M.T. please come.?
The answer from the line came back no.
He put his recovering skinny arm over Diego?s shoulder, ?I?m in for a night of forgetting, man date.?

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Raven, it's nice to see you're still alive man!
God, I loved reading some of the other stuff you've posted over the years--so seeing you're still out there, writing, and posting! That's made my day!
Keep up the great work.
You are among our greatest writers--this said having read most every story in the archives. So now, further: I look forward to more!

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Those are nice comments - I think this story gets hot by the end - I HOPE SO - always some worry in my mind! I'm posting some more now - trying to steal time to get it all over here as quick as i can... ttyl

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CHAPTER 11 -- BAVARIAN
Samson?s head hurt and he groaned. He looked at his night stand. There was the empty bottle of Muscl Vodka with its silver torso?d label. His gut wrenched ravaged by the bottle?s contents. He groaned the pain and MT?s name filled the sound. He rolled over and closed his eyes again.

The alarm clicked on the Ibiza tunes and he returned to consciousness knowing he would have to rise. He pulled his eyes from the ceiling and turned to Diego?s bed, expecting to find his roommate alone. His attitude shifted.
?Ah, Score!? he said, ?Deegs?s never tricked before!?
A v-shaped torso rose off the other mattress and glutes framed a sweaty line. Below the narrow ass, there were legs that bulged. The developed stud looked massed and in comparison showed how little had changed for the merely fit physique of Diego.
?Shit,? Samson bit on his lower lip, ?that?s steer-meat ? a fuckman mounded with crap.?
Samson?s bladder ached. He pulled himself upright and put his foot on the ground. His head pounded sharply. ?Ah, Christ, I suck.?
His dick swung and slapped at his legs as he crossed the room. ?Well, fuck, at least, that?s holy fucking hot. Make me bigger, make Deegs bigger? holy fuck.?

By Deegs? bed, a smile played, ?Good morning, hulker,? he whispered into the stud?s ear, ?Jesus, you?re a young, gorgeous fuck.? He reached past his Spanish-handsome roommate to the pumped twentied builder, and fingered the young guy?s hanging flaccidity, up-and-downing sensitively as it hardened. He touched the developed lat that the boy?s physique offered. ?Yea, super nice.? He length-stroked more and watched the penis as it changed progressively toward full-salute. ?Nice, Mass Boy. Nice even if not hung like my Spanish friend?s enlarged model.?
Aroused, but still asleep, Samson saw the Arnold cradle Diego, and press his pole into Diego?s hairy groin. ?Yes, ah god, I know what the fuck that?s all about.? Samson slid his hand off.
Diego stirred and brushed lips with the sleeping man and moved his hands forward, as the stranger did the same. The two obtained grips on each other?s morning wood while still close-eyed. They started to stroke groggily.
?A-ha, fuck,? Samson said softly through a shit-eating grin. ?Fuck it up, boys.?

In the bathroom, he pissed like a horse. He groaned his splitting headache. ?No aspirin ? ah, how that sucks.? He rooted the shelves. ?What?s this?? Diego?s small jar brimmed with scum. ?What the fuck are you doing with this, Deegs?? He asked himself.
He scooped a portion out and spread it on his forehead, and then the back of his neck. ?Well, whatever.? He put a fingerful in his mouth. Agh, that was grungy, dirty crap. He fingered a second dose, and smile-fucked himself as he ate it.
He looked at himself. ?Fuck look at you ? you are getting too frickin? cut!? He ran his hands over his body ? he liked it. He flexed himself into a side bicep pose and clearly saw a lean dude with cuts deepening over his body and on his arm. ?wanna fuck me?? sure.? He said to know one in particular.
He tugged his heavy dangler and it hardened until he hopped in the water. It was man-bigger wasn?t it, but then he wanted that, he knew. He let the warm morning shower beat against his long body and the pain of his headache softened and faded.
His mind turned to Maria Theresa and he found himself thinking strangely of her vagina and thinking of her vagina plow-riding a fantastically huge black hard-on ? The sensation grew hotter and more palpable. With his eyes shut, his hand now on his black dick seemed to traverse a great, mighty girth of throbbing pleasure. ?Oh, fUcKINg, Wow.? He exploded at the sensation, surprised to find himself firing so that his insides emptied and the surfaces around him wall-painted with dripping load.
?Fucking, what can I become? just what can I become,? he said and arched his whole, long body. On his face, tears over Maria Theresa rolled even as he sensed his body?s embryonic invincibility.


Diego showed up at Euro Java Caf? a bit after 10.
?Ah, nice of you to make it, muffin stud,?
?Ay.?
?Bull for breakfast, huh??
?Oh, completely ? he?s Matthias. He?s? a German whose?, SamBam, did you see his? frickin? the monster he?s put on??
?I thought there was something noticeable about everyone of his nice appendages.? Samson pursed his lips, smartassing.
?Last night was friggin everything ? you missed it, drunk! You wouldn?t believe tho ? I grew balls.?
?Oh, you?ve BEEN growin? ?em. I see them pressing in your really too-small-for-you thug-guy undies or hanging in that i-think-i'm-turning-into-a-caveman way around our pad.? Samson reached his hand out and hefted; it was some kind of feel between Diego?s long strengthening legs. He looked at Diego alluringly.
?No, but listen, Sam, he was working that back bar ? so studdish ? a 20-year-old massing and fricking hulking out of that singlet. The seat was stretching across an ass squatted and quads boy-Olympian large. Oh, Jesus, Samson, his crotch was a gorgeous size.? Diego paused and pushed down the waist of his worn denim jeans. He stretched his hips backward and Samson could see that there was unconscious hardening in Diego?s groin.
?Samson, Those wrestling straps cut his tit-nipples. He?s frickin? handsome ? cheekbones, black eyes, blond crew cut, and you saw how HGH huge he is. And you know what I did!???
?Avoid him? Get your drinks from another bar? Hmm, let?s see what else does Diego do with someone who turns him on??
?I know? but I left Juana, told her I?d be back, and got my drinks from the guy. I unbuttoned two buttons and tucked my hair. ?Hey, I love what you?ve done with your body. I want muscle ? not straight? I said.?
?Fuck, good job, Deegs.?
?But you should have seen the look. ?You mean Muscl Vodka!? Right!?? he said, ?as a martini, is that what you mean!?? ? When he looked at my face he looked surprised and then real flushed, improbably embarrassed. He avoided MY eyes. My next trip up, I said, ?You have an unbelievable body ? your whole pumped-up playground ripples. I?ll tell you there?s something bulging on my body.? Then I paused. ?I?ll take more muscle ? different than the first.? He looked frozen, Samson. HIM self-conscious at MY come-on!?. And then his face brightened, got cocky. He leaned into my ear and whispered, ?fuck yea ? you better have a boner.? And I said, ?Yea, seven inches,? and Samson, god it?s more than that.?
?That?s nice, Deegs, really nice ? it almost makes me jealous you know ? how you?re catchi?, how you look ? how that guy?? Samson dropped back onto his left foot and continued, ?No, but don?t stop. Tell me the rest.?
?So the next trip up I told him we should fuck around, and I used that word. I told him that at my place we might get an audience ? but you were frickin passed out.?
?Shit, unbelievable! And, I missed it ? you know I?m all voyeur.?
?I boned, boyfriend! Big, hard ones ? I ? just ? well ass-pumped that gluteal-heapheight and pump-fucked until he ponded his pec-piles. And then I fucked him again? UnH! You ought to have told me that sex would be so fucking good.?
?Jesus, I think I did, stud.? Samson balanced his arms on Diego?s thin neck. ?But, welcome to the club,? he felt the firmness of the basketball player traps that were starting to suggest themselves there, ?You?re one awesome dude, Diego.? Samson lowered his hands down to Diego?s swimmer?s ass and pulled so that he could detectably feel the elongation Diego now held in his pants. He opened his mouth and encompassed Diego?s tall-guy, model-full lips.



PART 3 ?AWAKENING DESIRE
CHAPTER 12 ? ATLETICOS
Diego pushed through the hedge and found Samson lying with no clothing on. A glaze of scum was baking onto Samson?s skin
?Sorry I ran late??
Samson opened an eye and sun-smiled, ?does it look like you need to apologize?? He laughed. Samson lifted his arm and curled it cracking the grungy casing. He showed a not undetectable peak, casting a shadow on his front.
?What do you think??
?Trying to make up lost ground??
?Fuck yea.?
?Fuck yea, fuck yea.? Diego gave Samson?s arm a squeeze and then put his hand on Samson?s chest. Diego stared and then lowered his hand to Samson?s naked dick.
?I?d love to stroke it.?
?Of course. Who?d not, fucking queer boy?? Samson stirred his dong, letting Diego enjoy the hold. Just short of a full bone though, he spoke again, ?That?s all for now, dick sucker.? He lifted Diego?s hand away. ?What you got in the bag??
?I bought us rude suits.? Diego fished in the SerGE bag pulling out cucumber-colored see-throughs. ?I went to a gayboy store ? these are flagrant.? He cracked a grin. ?Small, Sam ? ?-inch sides and pouches that pull your cock up in front. They?re about lording everything? everything you can get.? Diego stopped. ?And for that, I got us a tape measure too.?



They sat and flicked playing cards while they talked. They laughed and recognized that they moved with just followable speed.
?Spamson, Matthias is ?Him? I think.?
?You just met ?him?.?
?But, it?s who he is.?
?Ok.?
He touched Diego.
?Is your bicep 13 yet??
?And a half.? He curled his arm and looked at the nothing flex. ?Yup - Frick.?



Samson wrote in Parque Guell to Maria T. ?Just meet me,? he said. ?Just see me? Maybe with Deegs? Maybe to meet this new guy of Deegs?.?



They came out of the water ? they?d wanted to swim this long, wanted to see its change.
Diego?s pecs outlined like a breaststroker who'd win an international meet and his isolated bulge mounded against legs that were strengthening. He looked like a gay model from some come-on swimsuit catalog. He rubbed his hand along the topside of what he could now call his grossly-held ?man cock?. He groaned with his lips open.
Samson straddled his leg out of the pool and his arms cut divots into the flesh that was accumulating on his tricep and that was ramping up small-ly on his bicep. It felt so good. Standing on the side, he bent with the scum still dripping and circled his hands on his thigh. His fingers braceleted the leg beneath the struggle of the green show-er and he let his arm move intentionally against his dong.
?HnnhHHHH?Let?s get that tape measure,? he said and his pouch filled.



?I wanna outbulk him, Samton ? maybe get mass-fucked up.?
?Deegs, we?ve been looking great, but we?re so fucking far from any possibility of that, of anything fucked up like that. And c?mon it?s not even smart. We?ve put on 40 lbs. We rule, stud. 180 gym-ish pounds, Deegeey? Fuck, you look as sexy as shit ? and beyond! But, that?s what we need for gigs?. Everyone knows how hot we are now? Deegs, the auditions, the shoots, the shows are rolling in? Just look at these Brad Pitt-built bodies!...?
Diego looked right past Samson and measured the 41 1/2? around his tall chest. He inside-pet his long quad.
?But going? freak big, Deegs?.That causes problems. Modeling problems? others.?
?Watch.?
?He?s not that way naturally, Deegs. Neither of you would be.?
?Matthias?s introduced me to big studs now, Sam. They?re different, they?re mass-pumped... Sam, they?re fucki.. frickin? just better than you and me. I got such a boner, Sam, having them around, thinking about being one.?
?I don?t know, pretty, but, I?ll always support you, mi amigo mejor. I?ll always be there.?
?Gracias, Samson, I appreciate that, I do. But, Samson, you?re doing it too.? Diego pushed forcefully into his friend.
Samson stepped backward. And then Hungrier than the view he?d postured, he said, ?Yea, of fucking course. I?ll do it too.?

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?Samson, you want to join us for Mass??
?No, go without me ? I?m meeting Juan; gonna ask about M.T.?

Diego and Samson filled a pew. The priest?s voice droned, ?? we pray for Barcelona and international relations.?
?Or, maybe it should be? we pray for the growth of a Barcelonan and his international relation,? Diego discretely raised his bicep the way one does when one hasn't learned to be unafraid to show off masculinity. ?It?s 14 inches.?
?You so want it,? Matthias said.
?Yea?I do."
?I?ll give it to you.?
It was unnecessary, yet the suggestion made 7 ? inches harden down Diego?s Giovanni?s. ?Fuck Yea.?



Samson threw a video-tape message for M.T. on the apartment table.
Diego and Matthias stood naked. The German looked like he?d stepped from ?Flex? and then stripped any Lycra he'd have worn. Diego?s undressed 181 pounds deserved to be in another magazine, like "Playgirl", where no girl would stay dry at his handsome tallness. But, Diego looked sparse.
As Samson came more fully into the room, he saw that both Diego and Matthias? dicks projected like the syringes that scattered on the ottoman between them.
?You?re on time,? said Matthias. ?Whether you know it or not, I?m changing you boys. I?m dosing you today and tomorrow until there?s such juice flowing in you that you two will be freaky beyond your ability to know whether you deserve it or not. With these ?roids, you?ll become what a million out of a million guys are too scared to become.?
?Oh give it, Matt-boy, go ahead and give it to us.?
Diego moved closer to Matthias and framed a spot on his lower torso where he wanted the shot. ?Matty, hit my ab.?
Matthias aimed, bringing his arm back, and stabbed toward the 25-year-old?s groin.
?AAARGGGFUUCKK,? Diego realized that something was wrong and that the sparkling point had not penetrated his skin. It had merely tickled his situp wall.
?FucKKaagaainn,? He groaned distractingly, and then arm-flashed, and with ninja focus he forced Matthias? hand hard against his etches, until the syringe unloaded its dose. He relaxed his grip, whirring his hand back to his side.
?AHH.. FFUCCYESSSSS!?
He looked toward his abdomen at the red dot showing around the steel. Matthias withdrew the syringe, and Diego could immediately sense his olive skin healing around the jab. ?Ah, Fuck? AhH, Yeaahhh? Ah, I can sense it tracing in me.? He smeared his hand into the bloody droplet and pushed it into his pubes. He grabbed onto his rod and felt along it. ?I?m gonna jack ? gonna go jack.?
He arched his sexy hips forward toward his hand.

Matthias and Samson watched the horny tall Spaniard in his stroking and then stepped to the other side of the room. They didn't recognize anything had gone awry. Matthias said, ?I?m gonna start on Samson, but do have a good time.?
He turned to Samson and brought his big German body tight against Samson?s back, purring in Samson?s ear. He had no way of knowing the overwhelming sensation it caused in Samson?s goop-sensitized flesh to be touched by such testosterone-created bulk.
?UnNph.? Samson grunted and turned. He pulled Matthias? hand onto the light-woven fabric that fell over his man gift. Matthias could feel Samson?s thick cock.
?We?ll make you big, Sam,? Matthias massaged Samson?s junior-porn dong, ?big so you?ll deserve this rooster-dick...?
Samson drawstringed and let his pants drop. He looked at his legs; they carve-developed from his hip to his knee. His eyes moved to his appendage. Ah yeah, he touched it and let it stir capturing the feelings he was having as he began to become eroticized at the thought of the heaving coat that would come. An 8 and ? cock ?with its ? addition - had changed him. It made him hungry ? for more muscle, more dick. There was something pumped up and scrotal- about growing ? getting a bigger body and shlong. He groaned aloud.
?That?s right, Samson,? Matthias whispered, ?Fuck-damn, you are men men.? He put his hand solidly on Samson?s thinness and then let it fall on to Samson?s meat. ?Oh yes, Fuckers ? Fuck me with gross dog cocks, men.?
Matthias went back to the drugs and picked the syringe from the bag.
?Welcome to a new universe, girlie being.?
He plunged the syringe daggeringly into Samson?s thin cheek, and smiled as the oil disappeared into Samson?s un-fucked rise. He knew this would start changes that would be transforming Samson for years to come.



Samson visited the playground knowing she?d be there in her wheelchair.
?Hola, Estrella.?
Maria Theresa looked from the third-graders.
?Oh god, Samson? ?
Samson full-adonis?d in a soft suit. He was more handsome and drawing than she?d remembered he could be. It was arresting how his high chest held the lean field of his shirt. His elegant throat was anchoring an enamel, pitted tie.
?Maria Theresa, I can?t ask you to change your mind, but this quote is from the first card you ever wrote me.?
?Oh, no, Samson.? But, she looked at him, with his somewhat athletic presence in the tightened tailoring and his head with its re-growing obsidian buzz. He looked so dominant. His dimple-sirened smile was incredibly handsome, twice that of some glow-dayed, top-paid soap star.
??Where you go, I will go? I will know no fear? I will know no doubt? The world is my gift and the only price is for me to take it.? These are your words, M.T. I need you to believe them.?
He handed her a rose like snow and the card, and turned. She watched as he walked away and saw humps that bubbled his slacks.
?I?ll call you,? a low voice echoed back.



The German swallowed. He gazed at Diego.
?The gear?s changing you, Degito ? The taste of you, but more, your taper, prot?g? ? your Y?ing shoulders and little hips. You?re troublesomely fast, Diego. It?s got to be 15 lbs.? Matthias pulled his gun around Diego?s leg and made the 20-inches peak into Diego?s quad as though he couldn't help suggesting who was boss.
?Fuck, 195 and step on any amateur stage, lift boy? you wouldn?t win, but 100 guys would ask to suck you like I've sucked you now.?
Diego touched up his muscling anterior, impressed, but not impressed the way he needed, the way he sensed he would grow to be now, with a god-striving body no one could touch. He smiled at Matthias and wiped goo from the bodybuilder?s lips and ate it himself.
?It?s not enough, Matty ? not enough.? Diego checked out his 14.5 inch bicep. He tousled his fingers into the Germanic hair ?More shots, Matt,? More. I want one now.?
Matthias readied the dianabol.


Samson scooped powder liberally into pitchers and Diego talked.
?It?s building. My bi?s 15, Sam ? two days for that half-inch. And we're well into the 190's and carved with nice identifiable muscle. Oh fuck, it?s fast? it?s like, crap, my crotch aches all the time now??
Diego straddled the top of the kitchen chair and moved his denim encompassed dick against the wood.
?A half inch like I breathe, BamMan?Oh, it?s so good-on-earth ? but, fuck, Matthias will know.?
?What are you going to do??
?He?ll compete and I won?t go.? He flexed and then reached into his t and massaged his too reasonable tit. ?I?ll stay for awhile. It?s gotta be that way.?
He continued to hump the wood until a minute passed and paste appeared pushing through the deep blue fabric. He scraped the compound onto his hand and ate it with his expression lost in desire.



Rain pummeled the stagnancy. It came while they swam. Now they stood on the deck and mugged knowing they had likely reached 200. Black ropes hung on the handsome bodies that they had built, blanketing them - but, the ropes didn?t break despite the downpour that fought to cleanse their skin.
?You look muscle-y, Sam.?
?Real muscular ? not some pathetic Men?s Health model??
?Well a Men?s Health model, Sam, yeah ? but one of the good ones? brawny kindof.?
?Fuck.?
?No?. good fuuCcK? nice shoulders ? you?re strong. And your gut is growing. Your balls. You?ll get tomfinlandian, huh? Bigger ? and your dick get groin-huge? Get so fucking thick??
?Ah, fuck yea, thickness. But you?re going different ? going tight, so fantasy flared.? Samson reached out and put the back of his fingers on Diego?s fulcrum about 2/3rds of the distance from his navel to groin. ?You?re compacting, Deegs ? you?re sucking your way to fucking corseted black & green and swelling out from there. Your dick is so easily tailing from that race dog groin. You?re going to become some fucked manboy superhero with an incredibly narrow waist and massive from there ? Green Lantern? Nightwing?Ultraboy? some fucking muscle-swollen sexboy.? Samson?s hand was hard on his own boner. ??. I love our looks, Deegy.?
?I want so fucking much.?
?It?s scary, Diegs. I want so fucking much too.?
They moved closer and their faces were a few inches apart.
?What fucking much do you want, Samson??
?I don?t want to say, Diegs.?
Their pumping up bodies touched fronts. Rain streamed on their shoulders and then splashed their pecs that met. Behind them, water funneled toward the gaps that cut the butts that were more globed. The cold flow continued into the lycra-draping suits where it finally trickled beneath their lifting scrota.
?Diego, you are incredibly handsome.?
?I?ve always just been trying to keep up with you, Stud.?
Their lips neared each other.
?Diego??
?Samson??
Their tongues touched. Diego turned his head and reached into Samson. The sight was archetypical maleness pressed together; 15.5? biceps head-to-head, and pecs, 44? inches, crunched. A moan escaped their throats, and bulges of 9 ? and 8 1/8th inches mashed together through foiled bikini fabric they wore just for show.
Diego pulled his lips away, yet couldn?t do other than ground closer against Sam, ?We can?t do this, Samson.?
With force of will, Samson pulled one beginningly muscular leg back. ?I know, Diego.?
Diego took his fingers off of Samson's muscle-y left cheek and Samson and Diego separated and stopped.

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Samson lay awake in the empty apartment, a 16? arm across his face, his feelings for Diego full, wanting him. The memory of Diego on the slick Roman tile fought for his center. It felt like a red steak-flavored cotton-candy version of what he felt for MT. But despite his love of Deegs, despite the unmeasured bonds, despite the fact that Deegs was getting as hot as f8xk, no one was like Maria Theresa. No one did to his heart, to his loins what she did.



Diego stomached on Matthias? bed and cock-logged as his ass mounded dick-eating glutes. He stared at the Teuton and watched him pack. The bull-boy?s steroided size stirred his balls, but Diego also knew that the volume of cum leaking onto Matthias? sheets was only half Matthias?s, the other part belonged to Samson who was changing day-by-day and mutating toward a vision of muscularity that was more and more fuck-hot hung.

Matthias threw the last trashy poser into the suitcase and started on his drugs. His flight clothes lay on the chair; his magazine-showcased muscles flowed from the 31-inch waisted briefs, his dick filling the pouch the way every promoter hoped it would be filled.
?I?m bringing this camel, you gave me. Is it a Moroccan camel??
?No se, but we can pretend es verdad. We can pretend es a bodybuilding camel de Kasbah entered against you.?
?Sure, consider it entered, Deegdude.?
?It?s so long before you?re back here for the final! Frick!... What?ll I fuck?? Diego cock-joked and pushed his filled balls and penis into the mattress.
Matthias looked at Diego, at the 22 lbs of muscle that had grown on Diego that he knew about, and the other 42 that had grown before ? Diego was a 202 lb physique wannabe now. ?How desperately you want to really bulk up, Diego. How bad you want to be something different - a man pounder and get to the hulk size and have a real pounder mass.?
Matthias low-laughed and something shined, like maybe he couldn?t admit the fear of someone showing more ability, gaining more beauty so fast.
?I can maybe leave you maintenance, Diego. The real stuff though? I gotta use it for me. I gotta make sure to take care of the one whose life is on the line?.?
?Ah jesus, my love.? Diego crawled off the bed until he could catch his hand in the band above Matthias? ass. ?Since you?re gonna fuck me, I think it?s only fair I fuck you.? He pulled the underwear from Matthias muscled glutes and with one thrust shoved his timbered hard-on into the dark cavern of Matthias? hole. He screwed without mentioning that an added inch was now aiding the job.
?Don?t worry about me, Matthias. Take your drugs?. This is just something for you to remember me by.?
He shoved a last time and with alarming self-determination jetted a selected volume of delicious load into Matthias? caverns. Matthias groaned mindlessly and let go a sigh.



They handed the Runway Coordinator the receipts.
?Too thin?? He looked at their long, gym-lifter bodies. ?Oh boys, I don?t think so. Strip it, just right here.?
Diego peeled his wife-beating T ? a distinct shelf suckably represented his moderate but bodily shaped pecs. Below, a contoured land of flattened abdominals lived hotly in their shadow.
?Damn ? that?s PERFECT ? what was the brain waste thinking ? the pants?...?
Diego stripped and smiled to show 28? golden thighs topped by a strapless jock he?d picked knowing how pouched it would be and knowing how he?d only grow more.
?Oh... Fuck? Oh gorgeous ? YES?
?208? un-thin enough, you think?? he hummed, letting his balanced musculature move perfectly on his frame.
?Of course, dear dear, of course?? The coordinator drew his breath and looked to Samson. ?You, let?s see you too.?
Samson fingered the brown buttons of the old UPS top that girdled his beginner back and his bench-newbie chest. The motion tightened the sleeves that dressed his novice arms. He smiled and then pulled the shirt edge and stretched the buttons as he realized that one-by-one he could plastic-pop them from the fabric.
?What do you think?? he asked. He dropped the shirt from a torso that had never been developed before and cocked to know he looked like a fan who would send a pic to Muscle & Fitness as if they was the first person in the world to realize that bodybuilding made you bigger the way you never imagined you could be.
Oohing sounded into the headset.
Samson touched his cargo shorts. They rode loose on him baring a beautiful crack ? and showing obliques that channeled out of sight to his groin. He let his fingers lie in the divot, in the flesh that was making his hip increasingly virile.
?Show you more??
?Oh beautiful, please...?
?You want it? you got it, boss.?
He shrugged back, hem-fisting ? wanting it to be true that he could power-mass the shorts off, but it was something he couldn?t actually do yet. He moved his hand to the button, opened it, and zipped down. He let the shorts drop and nothing hid the thews of his legs and the hanging mutation of his 10-inch, porn-stabled dong.
?It?s 205, Sally,? Samson hand-spread his movie-pretty dick and rubbed his head?s black-buzz. He chisel-angled his nakedness between the two and spoke full as he repeated, ?Yup, 205.?
?First and second walkers, that?s all I can say, first and second? you?re cubicle A, boys ? oh, mi dios, I need air.?


CHAPTER 13 ? PHYSIQUENOS
The refuse sloshed and pressed Diego?s midsection. His legs were growing stronger and still more rivered under the sewaged surface. He could feel the caustic gunk massaging about his male hangings and even more pounding up his anus. The anal-push felt incredibly stimulating, almost like the gigantic sausage of some slush-conscious creature yearning to fuck-stuff him.
?We don?t need to stop anymore ? the slop feeds us ? gives us what we need.? He waded stiffly in response to the entity that possessed his ass. He scooped a massive portion of the crap into his hand and unloaded it into his gagging mouth.
Samson porpoised out of the dirt-syrup and his buttocks piled the navy lycra that ran between the white piping of his thick gut and exiting thighs. Diego heard a blapping sound and knew that the goop-crap was squeeging from the butt-shoving that was being administered to Samson too. The sound showed that Samson had proven incapable of fully containing the indulgently heavy fudge press.
Samson?s head emerged and looked the vision of a globe ruling supermodel, ?we?ve lapped since 12pm, no breaks. How much more can we get away with??
?The sun touches those tree tops at 5.?
They moved close and touched. Their bodies demanded the tentative label of bodybuilt now and bristled with energy.
?Let?s go for fucking it,? They turned into the fluid, and ducked; Diego mashed his face into Samson?s launching haunch and sucked a load from the beautiful fuck butt. Fuck that was hot.
They stroked away through the spa?s volume.



?M.T.?? his voice was soft but deeper with his growing reverberation.
?Hola.? She sounded sad. ?Who is it??
?It?s Samson,? he was standing in boxers on the bathroom scale.
?It doesn?t sound like you.?
He read the weight ? well 221 lbs of muscle is 82 pounds more than you used to know, he thought. His cock?s swollen softness slightly grew but still significantly displaced the front of his boxers.
He pushed the button on the cd-player and the Spanish guitar serenade played gently.
?You been good, Bonita??
?Si, Samson? but you do sound different.?
?Yea? yea, I am different.? His voice captured the changes ? the germ of his growing power. His torso was so beautiful and nicely big.
The pause lasted a while, mellow strumming notes filling the space.
?You know? I wanted you to know? Well, I?m feeling?? He abandoned his attempt to follow a more personal line of conversation, ?So, I told you? Diego?s found someone ? they seem to be serious.?
?I am so happy for him. Tell him.?
The meandering of the musical passages slowed to a set of soft plucking.
?Yeah, no, yeah? he?s so happy?
?I?m glad.?
?I miss you, Maria Theresa.?
?Samson, I don?t??
?No, don?t say it... You know ?he? misses you too ? if not for me, see him at least. Meet Matthias.?
?We?ll see ? give me time,? her voice was worn like the Spanish sun on dry grass.
?Thank you, M.T.?
The cantata mellowed into greater strains of subdued harmony. He started to drop the phone from his ear, to flex and crunch his hot-muscled chest, and to lift the overflowing jug of goop that waited with all that it had to give him.
As she clicked good bye, he heard what ears couldn?t hear. She had whispered like a butterfly, ?I miss you, too.?



Samson sat at the computer looking at bulked-up builders. It was something that Diego had never showed. But, fuck, there was something so gravitating about these self-developed fucks. He reached into his jeans, groping.

From his bed, Diego?s voice bassed into the phone, ?yyyeeeaa?unnnhuhh?. Tell me, again, Matthias.?
From afar, Matthias recounted the fetish-heavy account of his third place finish in that night?s second tour stop and Diego stroked until he blew a lode onto his valleyed, buff-cut new builder?s belly.
?Ah fuck, Matty, you don?t even know what that does to me.?
?How does it feel to have such muscle yours, Deegs??
Diego?s right-hand touched the 18-inches of his left curl-capable limb. ?I don?t know, Matt? it?s a feeling of?? His foot cocked back and all of the cords on his rocket-shaped 29? thigh rose. ?? a feeling of such?? He pulled his arms across his chest and flexed his pecs and curled his fists up. ?? incredible?? He relaxed again and muscle-prince smiled. He bared fangs that showed sudden feelings of growing command and he said, ?I need to say good bye, my love.? And hung up.

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They had finished paddling under the black heavens.
?Deegs, look at you!?? Samson infra-eyed the slopped-up Barcelonan, realizing that his mutating abilities made him capable of seeing in the star-absent pitch.
Diego looked down, not realizing, ?Que??
?You?re not seeing? Don?t try to see with your eyes; just try to see what?s there.?
Diego looked again but this time sensed something beyond his vision. He relaxed his focus and a view melted into place.
?Yeah, fuck?. That?s fucking right - I?m fucking developing. What a fucking nukemonster I?m gonna be.?
Diego scanned his two chest mounds and cock-stiffed at how they rose over such river-polished ab-stones. He looked at his skyscraped waist and how it wet-slid into the swimsuit he had chosen. It was clear now that it would wet-slide any suit he?d chose, and his huge-for-a-guy member would have forced any of them into the same show-me-all ball-stretcher.
?Even your soft?s not in your fucking suit,? Samson said.
Diego tightened his prostrate and watched his bulge lift up. He angled his feet apart like a Heavyweight Bodybuilder and flexed the quads so that they flared into the torpedoes that would come from the arsenal of the agile, fighting Sea Wolfs.
Diego lifted his arms and flexed it all and felt so great. He smiled as he pulled out the equipment that weighted his suit.
?Care for a suck, 239 lber??



Diego ignored Samson?s slumbering breath and looked at the sleeping form of the stunning jerk, Alejandro. Alejandro had had no idea they?d ever met, that that fast-swimming, good-looking guy who had been 138lbs and so slightly endowed was the same monster who?d just done him. Now Diego was 249 lbs and loaded 9-1/2 inches that probed and ruled. Plunging the ass of the fuck had been simple like being a bull. It had been what he wanted and he had given it to him more than hard. He had gotten bigger now and ripping guys like Alejandro was just part of his fucking job.



She lay on the bed. Samson had fucked her thunderingly, grinding in a way that was biologically unlikely, and raunchy in a way no normal guy could do. She?d orgasmed six times as he biceped her in mid-air with his big-as-a-pro?s arms. He had bull-mounted her on the bed; and had triangle-plowed her from the side.
She lay spent now and needing more he continued to hump his own 244 lbs without her, shooting doses puddlingly into his hand and slurping them down.

?Samson, what?s going on?? she asked, having recovered.
?What do you mean??
?I mean what?s going on!?? I do this a lot, Samson. I have a lot of customers. And you?re massive now.?
?I?ve been working out.?
?Yes, well clearly, Test-head, and shooting up, ? oh yea, getting ?huge?? it?s gross, Samson, but that?s not what I?m talking about... I mean your cock size, Samson. That prick?s not what you once put in me ? It?s so?. It?s big? unimaginably so? so thick.?
?It?s an 11 ? incher now, Lila, fucking 11 ? inches and round. It?s a monster, Lila, a real monster? God, oh god, do I like it.?
She stared at him, a look of alienation. ?I don?t know what the fuck you?re doing, therapies supposed to be about what you?ve got ? the therapy says no surgery, Samson, no drugs ? I have to say we?re through.?
Even as she said it though, she saw him flagrantly intumescencing himself to full-growth. She couldn?t help herself and fingered its heaviness again. She touched her tits against his 244 lb musculature ? there was a look of addiction in her eyes.



?You miss me?? Diego wanted the answer.
?Yeah.. no?yea, I do? really, no, definitely, Deegs. I do,? Diego frowned at something distracted sounding in Matthias? voice.
?Oh, Diego, wait for this?you should see the stallions that just walked by. UmmHUH.?
?I?m sure, Matty? ?
Diego spoke to himself, ?Get a grip. Just let it go, Deegs let it go. It?s ok?
He caressed his 255 pounds with his hand and spoke back into the phone, changing the subject. ?But, fuck, 2nd place, Matthias? Fuck, how does that feel!!??
?Like a fucking wetdream. I?m getting bigger, Deegs, and more muscular. When I step on that posing stage, hulking with my legs bulging, my back huge, my chest mammoth, and bi-pythons flex-alping, it?s easy for my german-dick to pose-bulge these fuckin? briefs. To have pumped myself up to 280 -- I?m so fucking muscle-aroused. The audience screams, Deegs, they fucking scream at how massive I?ve become ? how gut-heavy and muscular I boulder. I plow sideways and curl my bicep, I show them my muscled flank, my hard ass, my quads, glutes, and hamstrings ? I?ve seen them sprout boners in their gym-rat wear and I fucking snarl and show it all. I know what I fucking did to get this way ? to fucking be different from every little fuck that grabs a dumbbell in the gym and thinks he?s a fucking bbuilder ? I can?t stop myself from showing all this bulging, rippling, mind-blowing beef squeezed into these puny pieces of fuck. You don?t have any idea how good it feels? How good it feels to be fucking huge, Diego.?
Diego smiled at himself with an elusive sense of contradiction as he put down the dose of steroids he?d just taken and put down the now empty jug of growing ooze. He looked at the 260 lber in the mirror. ?I don?t know 280, Matty,? he said, and then under his breath added, ?but I?ll fucking know it soon.? He hung up and moaned and pulled the 9 ? inch snake he now had from his pants. With four excruciating strokes he forced 2 cups of blowing cream into the air.

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They're just beginning to really understand that taste for power-maddening mass.......


I'll try to post the rest as soon as possible - maybe not today - maybe tomorrow.

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PART 4 ? TRANSFORMING
CHAPTER 14 -- CATEDRALEAN
Diego admired the ease with which he?d ?push-upped? 270 lbs out of Alejandro. He had made the fuck-hound groan as he slid 10 inches of 5-inch round dick clear. He?d left washes in the conceited boy?s gay hole.

He went to the bathroom. 120 lbs swaddled on him from a spandex-tight waist to these powerful shoulders? and him pretending that he was some shooter grown piggishly massive.
For Alejandro, he had become Massimo, a teen bull who?d started building at 16 and shot himself to 230 for his 18th birthday. In two more years, he?d told Alejandro, he?d become a drugged up 270-pounder. Alessandro begged to get fudge-ripped by the hulking teen Diego seemed to have become.

Diego leered at the changes. Look at it me. He flexed and throbbed in the boxers that touched him. ?Bye, fuckers,? he put his hand on the waistband and rudely tore them free.
?fucking,? ?
Rouse-sexiness pulsed and he rode full. His balls were rolled forward as 5-inch spheres - the only place they could go. He fondled the cock and balls triangle and let everything tremor.
?Oh, Diego, Si.?

He pushed himself toward the mirror and looked into his jeweled eyes. He touched his large nipples to the ego-genesised domes in the glass. Fuuucck.
He stroked and felt mounting tension kept beautifully on edge. He teased and let it last for what felt endless. Finally, he consented to his want and with a warlock flick triggered an admittedly vast explosion. Ahhhhh. He erupted with spasms and watched as flow soared, landing feet up on the mirror and sputtering everywhere on his beautiful body.
?Spray me ? CUM PUMPER,? he moaned, ?spray me everywhere.?
The feel of the ubiquitous sticky result was evident across each molecule of his skin. The ejaculate ingested into his inflating muscles and he knew he was a great stallion being doused as it would be at the Old Grand Pimlico.

He flexed and stretched his manliness and moaned, then swung out of the bathroom. ?You ready to be real-fucked this time, Ass-boy?? he horned. He did not care if he woke Samson as well.


CHAPTER 15 -- MIRADORS
Samson slushed to where Diego sat. ?Diego, look at how massive and porno god we are? Our muscles? these monster arms. Oh fuck, I?m making my dick even harder?. Look at what you?ve done to yourself.?
He stroked his hands over Diego?s 280 lbs. ?I thought we were couture ? now we're mass-blow of Muscle and Fitness bulls.?
He traced the oaktrees of Diego?s quads.
?Nice?
He went up the outer length of the 30 inchers and landed his palms on the navy wrapping Deegs? flanks. He put his hands on Diego?s manliness ? its 11 ? inches soft but so thick and full. He dropped his face into the silky blue and put his cheek on the organ.
But, shit he missed M.T.; he brought himself upright again. ?Cock and mass ? that would make a difference with M.T.?
Even so, his hand continued to feel around the spandexed folds of Diego?s massed package, ?Oh fuck, it does with you.?
Diego brought his arms up into a double biceps, his muscles 20 ?? peaked. He cracked his pretty smile at his friend. ?Yeah, Samson, it fucking does.?
"It does for me too - I'm going to be a heaving God."


CHAPTER 16 ? TOREADOR
Samson mounted the runway and 295 lbs of ape-piled strength rippled beneath the rip of the 8-button coat that tore furhter across his throbbing chest-plates with every bull-fucked step. Whittled lines of cocoa brown descended into the projectiled pants and a spool of pubic-shine glistened from his drilled navel to the taupe waist. The plait of Samson's zipper arced out disastrously, pushed by a tallywag even a Billy Doll couldn't hope for.

He drank in the crowd and smiled a mouthful of white teeth. He could feel his body standing so heavy. Eyes traced him and he felt them and wanted them. His legs were cock huge and he?d adjusted to it ? superhuman in pleasure. After all, he was a bodybuilder and his muscles felt extraordinary. His ass alped and he relished the reality of standing like a bull fervently honoring his scrotum. ?God, I need more.? He sucked quantities from the jug ? hungry for it. "Those bodybuilders aren't 295 are they?" He said to himself, "At least not many of them."

He topped the runway and held it ? his head over this thundered body. The crowd watched him and wanted it. He knew it and his paw entered his jacket and vised his pec. He growled.

In the audience, two blondes with jewels dripping over their expensive clothes gasped. He felt down the hard, distinct steps of his stomach and touched his buckle. A gay friend joined the women?s cries and a trio of young senoritas as well. ?Oh yeah? that?s right,? he thought. ?That?s right, Pretties.? He unclasped the belt and pulled it from the loops. His pants slipped down his waist until they licked his canyon-carved hips and hung from his Antartican ass-shelf. The thick base of his hairy, huge cock showed above the fabric.

As a crowd they trembled and he could smell their desire. ?YeaAH,? he grunted. ?Fuck me.? He lowered his hands below his endowment and hefted. It couldn?t be clearer, with the delicious bigness of his distorted pant front, how hugely hung he was. He glanced and smiled ? a rumble surged through him ?Ah, God, show it all ? I need to show it all.?

He rolled the jacket back, baring samsonite shoulders and a Mr. Universe torso. ?Fuck, it?s me? fucking unbelievable,? he thought. He twisted and brought his hands together straight behind his back. He tightened and felt himself with Mike Francois inflations fuck-forced within his skin. The effect was a pose that made the audience moan and gasp for air.

He smiled at them, his face more stunning than any Hollywood heartthrob's would be.

He ripped the jacket apart in his hands and burst open his muscled V. Every cut stood out on his bookcased abdomen and broadened body. Bottled water toppled from the hand of a model spectator and wetted the pole of the queen next to him. Samson drooled at erections helpless in their laps. He rockied his hands into the air and looked the stature of a Night of Champions winner declaring massive victory. Samson groaned like a beast and thrust these huge arms that now endowed him broader in a posture of only-beginning-to-grow power. ?OH GODD YESSS!? He swept his hands down and with a heaving flex tore his pants off of his body so that he was as naked as the day he was born. His beautiful being posed indescribably over his thermonuclear legs.
?YeeEESSSSSSSSS?


In his changing room closet, 4 gallons bubbled in an open bowl. ?Yes, oh yes, my potion? Samson grunt-purred and his nude physique shuddered. He wiped the cum from his phalanx and slowed his breathing again. He looked at the picture of Maria Theresa and kissed her still lips. ?I love you, beautiful ? love you more than this god-becoming 295lbs.? He kissed her again. ?But, oh god, oh god, can I love you more than 300 lbs??
He dropped his head into the inhuman scum and his face slopped it, licking with every ounce of his near-bull tongue. He snorted and finished, and his nose and mouth came out covered with sick and stinky mud. He could feel himself getting bigger.


CHAPTER 17 ? CATALAN
Diego shaved negligible hairs with a blisteringly sharp razor. He drew it up the 38-inches of his mass-boy thighs. He slashed it into the steely crease of his lords. Ah, nice ? did he look like one of those U.S. Chelsea Boys ? hairless, gone more than fucked-up large? He lathered his scrotum and with more strokes was naked. God, his Schlong looked nothing but butcher loin now that it was unbordered by the garden of pubes.

He scraped his arms and rubbed them. Fuck. He curled them up and smiled like a junior God unwilling to live by the rules being enforced by the powers-that-be. He took the hair out of his pits and swept his breast-armament. He let the edge play with his 2? across nipples and he nicked the final hairs from his aureole. He stood a shorn 299.

He put his hands on his beveled pumpers. Their rock-like hardness resisted the squeez of his over-nailed fingers into their mass. Ah god yeah. His dick-dong stirred with oddtennes.

Diego?s elbows came up. He pushed his hands down his 98% fat-stripped body and brought his elbows tight so that he cobra'd devilishly above his waist. His hands collared his balls and his cock. He pulled the cuff forward and groaned as blood forced the genitalia ever heavier with size.
This fucking can?t even be true. He straightened and drank in his massiveness. It?s me. Oh fuck, Yea Oh fuck. He curled his hand, and a magazined muscle-reader would have known how unlikely was the bicep he raised. He slobbered and the saliva slid from his gun.

He searched for the electric trimmer, and set it on the counter. The play of gold in his hair moved as he shifted in the bathroom light. He looked his brown narrow face in the eye, split his lips and bared his teeth. He shook his glimmering style back and forth and turned on the razor. The buzzing tickled his ears. He pushed the buzz across his scalp until all of his locks had fallen in spun-gold clumps.

Finished, his eyebrows stood out on his face and his cheekbones protruded elegantly under his young skin. He seemed to dominate with model-Pitt gorgeousness, but now there was something more raw, and primitive, and superior about his look. He took a tank-massive suck of sado-glory and leered dominantly ? fuck I?m going to explode.

He turned to the task of costuming himself. With one arm, he overturned the hamper so that Matthias? clothes tumbled to the floor. ?Yea, Matty, you never thought I?d be doing this, did you?? he said. He picked through before finding the bodybuilder bikini at the bottom. He held it to his face. It smelled good. His nose had changed and he could truly smell - not only could he smell Matthias? sweaty scrotum but he could smell cum from the German?s narcissistic dick. Yes, that was delicious, so manly and fucking devourable. But, he was realizing, more arousingly, that he had the capability to detect more. He bouqueted the illicit load of steroids that had flowed in Matthias? blood. Oh fuck how those compounds had blasted the ass-fucked Bavarian past limitations that birth would ever have denied. Matthias had become the hulk that not one of Matthias? childhood playmates would have imagined he could become.
Oh shit it was so fucking hot.

Diego looked down at his ridiculously muscular shape, at his schooner hips that branched into tree-large 39? quads. His cinched waist axi?ed the dramatic splay that mounted over his 66? breast, that spread out on his back, ox-yoked his shoulders, and dirigibled over his arms.

Shit this was fuckingly and awesomely unbelievable.

He dropped the suit down and lifted one foot into it. He pulled the negligible poser up and the leg-hole yawned trying to overcome his inhumanly pumped up 21? calf. The slinky fabric tingled his bare skin. He stepped the second foot in and stood with the fabric stretching just above his knees. His two hands pulled the ribbon of elasticity on either side up watching it be forced into a narrow rubber band by the two pillars that were 39? round at the thigh. He was amazed to see how far the fabric could expand to survive the task. He smiled as the Lycra came back down at his waist and cut into his great hangers and his salami appendage. It sealed onto his 32 ? inch waist like shrink wrap onto the Thanksgiving Turkey before 2pm dinner. Oh god, he yearned suddenly to gang-fuck a dozen big boys as dominant as himself although he knew they couldn?t exist.

His endowment gross-silked in a mountained prominence and the seat of the poser cut grossly inadequate on his buttocks. God how amazing it was to see 12 ? inches pinned around his hip. His legs swelled out of the briefs and his long massive torso flowed out of the scrap of black night. Shit, it was so ejaculatingly phenomenal.

He narcissed in the mirror at the Olympian-huge builder and thought of his missing lover. ?Oh yeah? Hi, Matthias? Oh, yeah? except Matthias you?re going to be so much fucking smaller than I am destined to be.?



Out in the apartment, he sat huge in the bucketed chair by the desk. He finger-slid his hand to the large zucchini that he?d trapped in Matthias? stretching poser. He lifted the phone with his other hand and, with fingers unwitnessably fast, was through to the German.
?Yea, Yea, it?s me?? Diego?s face visaged with dog dominance. ?I?m a gargantuan surprise for you? I mean I have a gargantuan surprise for you.?




CHAPTER 18 -- PICORNELLANS
They pulled out into the splattering wind both having grown taller ? now standing 6?6?. Spandex mugged them and the slop didn?t erode, instead it tarred swaths that gripped like the surface of a country roadway until it faded into their flesh?s carnivorous ingestion.
?I feel so mighty, Samson? Diego?s voice was the low of a November day.
He flexed his 310 lb muscles and was mammoth enough that he looked twice the embodiment of some Repetrope mass hound who?d made hugeness his fevered life by taking quantities that only a doctor addicted to massive beasts would ever have prescribed.
Samson brought his 309 lbs against Diego. Their heads craned to examine bodies that, like overdone inflations, swelled in ways that only bull-hungry dreamers could imagine seeing packed on their own meager masses. Diego sucked his waist in and he greyhounded a 32? center. Samson?s 39? mid-point thickened bull-worthy for his manliness.
?Oh, yes, Diego guapo? I could fucking fuck you to muscle-heaven.?
Diego pulled the tape so that it crossed his remote nipples just wear he read the inches. He groaned to see the tape slip from 65? to 67? gaining more power and size even as he stood.
?FUuuCCK, 67 fucking inches, SamROD.? He echoed like a low P.A. system.
?Tits are tits aren?t they Deegs. I could gulp your scummy pec milk? or drink your beer-can boner like a god taking my due.?
Diego saw that Samson?s look lusted on his houred manhood. He breathed and tightened his diaphragm so that his pouch craned even bigger below the clenching wrestle-fuck of his gnarl-twisting 12-pack.
?Do all you want, woman fucker?. Do all you can,? Diego closed his vice-like fingers into Samson?s crotch-unbounded bulge.



Diego watched the tape that Matthias had sent of himself.
?Hey, Diego, this is for you.? Matthias lay on an unfamiliar couch.
Diego rewound, a bass humming in his mass like some beast of the high, wild moors.
?Hey, Diego, this is for you.? Matthias looked so fucking big, bigger because of the junk courses he was doing. Even so, he was of a greater size than Matthias now.
?I thought maybe you?d like to watch my Israeli win together.? The german smiled big, into the camera, the heart-robbing beauty of it irresistible.
?Here, join me.? Diego felt a hormonal spike as he saw Matthias uncorking his circuit-long dick and begin pumping himself. Matthias reangled the camera to cast across his flesh-thickened, fat-suctioned hills and past his stroking-post. Behind him the TV showed him massively flex-posing his way to victory in the Israeli Pro Show.

The only thing that nagged at Diego was that it just seemed like there must be someone in the room beside his hulked lover.

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CHAPTER 19 ? IBERIANS
Dawn?s fingers touched Diego?s face. Real fingers followed, tapping Diego?s sharp cheekbone and bionic jaw.
?Wake up, beautiful.?

Diego ground the creamy sheets with 330 lbs of orgasmic muscle. His gonads, like baseballs, splayed between his maelstrom-squatted legs. His wide eagle v narrowed to the delicious tightness of his lower back before swooping up to 13 inches of two scrumptious heights. His skin was sun-perfected, and the hue of his derriere stirred even Samson?s desire for the honor that is man ? jesus, every heterosexual would have wanted to blow such a fucking portal. The head of Diego?s 13? inch spear smeared thickly on the cotton.

?Don?t make me slam you, bulb-assed muscle beast.? Samson pushed one set of fingers into Diego?s regrowing spikes, and with his others he pushed into Diego's shitter slot. Diego felt the heated vise on his scalp and the force against his anus seal. He rolled and opened his eyes.
Samson stood 6?7? stretched toward the ceiling with his body at 335 lbs. His 69? pecs inflated in heavy mountains that hung from shoulders that were ox-massive in their V?ed perfection. Samson?s arms swelled to 23-inches and moved like meat in the delicatessen window. The broad planes of Samson?s face floated against the gold color of dawn. A mess of crap spattered across his cheeks and dripped on his simarillion lips.

Samson thrust forward the pitcher, his arm tumored with the 23? bicep ball rising from his 9? elbow and 13? upper arm cut.
?Drink, suck boy? and then fucking suit up already.?
Diego looked past the pitcher at Samson. He could see Samson growing, he could see more muscle accumulating on Samson?s mass. The change should have been imperceptible, but the temporal quality of Diego?s vision allowed him to see by the nanosecond now; he could see micrometers as clearly as he could see print on the page.
He looked at his own body ? he was growing slower than Samson. The goop was having an on-going effect, but new doses fueled the effect more acceleratingly.
Diego climbed from the bed and brought his heaping body close to Samson. He let the animaled cock he had developed lean from his groin against Samson?s man-bulging 39? center.
He pulled the heavy container from Samson?s hands and masturbatorially opened his throat.
?Fuck unh,? he smacked the dose and looked piggishly at his muscles. He was growing and matching Samson?s pace again. Cum oozed from the pole he thrust and with his hand he grabbed it and brushed stinky juice across Samson?s hip, saying, ?That?s right, fucking fucked muscle god, know my seed.?




Samson entered Euro Java like a titaned ambassador from some greater race.
?I?m here, Diego. I?m in.? Reverberations pounded in Samson's voice.
?I wanted you here? Diego's voice was low across the store.
The two looked at each other ? they were 6?11? and easily cleared the foil-packaged coffee racks to lay appreciating eyes on one another.
Samson looked heavier ? more pounds impossibly fort-built on his heaving muscle coat. Samson?s ovoid 72 inches crucified the brown boy-tee he wore and his nipples thrust deeply into the outlining fabric. Samson moved from behind the retail displays and Diego could see that 353 lbs descended into the eroticized jeans in which a drooping anaconda lay against the denim of the crotch. It was provocatively hot in the most casual of ways.
?You look fucking gross, mass monster.? Diego touched Samson and Samson grinned.

Diego looked at his own incomprehensible body. The polo shirt he wore was really dolls? clothes. It could do no more than pretend to be worthy of this 358-pounds of muscle. Its pink wrenched over only a third of his bursting sexual upper body.
He looked at the horse and rider. His massivity trapped the polo fucks on the field over his tits. The figures reared in fear at his muscled exhilaration. Fuck, how he liked how the pathetic muff-garment failed to suggest real clothing. ?Ha, how do you like it, SamHulk?!!?
Samson gandered and took in the prepped collar that ripped across Diego?s golden-arched traps and chiseled into Diego?s 17? deep cleavage. The shirt groped man-milk thunder-domes that gross-showed their stature as capital-swollen-assets.
Fuck yea, Samson thought, and tweaked his fingers on Diego?s 2? nipples through the Chip-and-Biff fabric. ?Ralph would cream to see such a hulk studding his prep-repression.? Samson said.
?Yeah, but Ralph wouldn?t have seen fucking anything yet.? Diego responded. Diego opened a canister, began to gulp, and let go with a ?FuCK YEAAA?.
His body started to respond. Oh God, fucking awesome, as always.
The ralphie-pink spooled into his arm creases and expanded desperately over his growing pectorals and delts. Deeg?s ape-male bicep enlarged and force-mounded the cuff of the shirt into a band-tatter that cut into the horrendous carve that separated his inflating arm peak and his Captain American shoulder armor.
He flipped the woven tails of the shirt, boning that the garment had shortened so that it didn?t reach even a quarterway to his low-riding chinos anymore.
He tightened his center into a delirious quilt of lumps and watched as boner-hanging sexiness entered the funneled temple of his sculpturous crotch.

?Ah God, Love me, Fucker.? Diego roar-laughed and, with an explosive muscle flexing, he erupted his gorgeous muscles out of the disintegrated shirt. Without needing to look, he felt the polo cascade from his torso in a fall of pink powder. The coffee, the floor, and the room sooted with the girlish color.
?God, I was fucking made to be this.? Diego eden-grinned and exploded again so swollen that his physique made Arnold as a 25-year-old look like a baby girl.

Samson eyed the porn-wasting Spaniard and pushed his body up against Diego?s. ?You?re such a fuck-flaunter, Mr. I?ve-got-a-monster-in-my-pants-and-I?m-a-god-freaked-gayboy.? He smiled inches from Diego?s face and flexed his own grotesque master-force.
?But you?re not going to be the biggest god-hunk, girl boy.? Samson snorted a bucket of smack and it was gone through his nose and his mouth. He roared with laughter and ripped the brown shirt from his pulverizing beef. "Come here, Deegs," he said and he bunched his thick meat heavy with sweat into Diego?s face.
Hulking close, between their legs, they both felt the rivulet of dick-seep cascade from their hoses and flow through the pale-frayed denim of their pants until it trickled wonderfully together down the massive oak-trunks of their pressing wheels.



Samson lay with his arena-sized 380-lbs propped on Diego?s Mt. Olympus 390 pound wall. Both were in Rio cuts so incendiary that they?d sell ten-thousand pairs on the PreVail underwear site in less than an hour.
Huge and just shy of naked with their great bodies, they looked like Jackson-Paris brought back in their prime but made two times more massive and strong. Each was 150-lbs heavier than the prance-posing couple had ever been.
?Wait, rewind again.? Diego brayed.
Samson hit rewind and they watched Matthias underwear-back out of the pool onto the deck and glory rear himself to the sliding doors.
?Freeze it there.?
Clearly, with their superpowered eyes, they could see in the still panel from the Swiss Grand Prix video that the glass-polished surface of the doors held the unintended reflection of a second muscle man ? 255 lbs of Asian beef ? his builder-afflicted erection mid-stroke in his holding hand.
?I?m sorry, Deegs,? Samson gently rubbed his iron-bending paw on Diego?s great Y?ed lat.



Diego slammed the 400lb dumbbell against the floor and muscle-gaited his Jupiter-expanse to the rack.
?I?m fucking stronger than fucking fuck, make me so fucking strong.?
He pulled a 1000 from the rack. He held the dumb-satellite at his crotch, letting it sink into his meated heap. He ball-thrummed to sense how immensable he was and how powerful he had become. He could never have imagined anyone mutating into the death-bodied monster this was. He was untold capacity, was inhuman heaves of gym-desired iron, and was a cock-show in a way that no muscle grunts at the gym would ever forget again.
He roared and with the warm girth of his 24 ?? arm raised the iron forward so that his belly-beefed cords emerged and shifted under teenlike skin that glistened with youth-fucked beauty.
?Fucking Inhumanity!? he haunch-leered at the rippling, string-tanked 20-, 30- and 40-somethings who drool-circled below him.
He bent his elbow and curled the weight into his chest. He lowered the totem of gym-realm power down the groan-facade of his tall-hulk physique until it encountered the great anaconda of his straight-guy basketball shorts.
?YeSSS,? he hung-throated a hum in his 77? chest.
He strength-racked the weight and jock-clamped his mammoth organ. He realized that his groinal garment was no more than a fucking squarecut cutting into the 19? depths of his sun-risen fuck-butt, caressing the cheek-heights of his glorious male-density like a tarp garden-wrapping two high-soil mounds.
?Oh yeah.? He let go his folds and yanked his monstrous cock out for the once bigger bodybuilders to suck.



Matthias? voice was trembling, ?Diego, I have something I need to tell you? about us? about our??
?No, Matthias, no,? Diego hung up and put his daVincian face in his Michelangian hands as wetness spilled onto his 43? Herculean thighs.

[Mad Dog]

Now the story is getting REALLY hot.

[QuoteTheRaven]

PART 5 ? BECOMING GODS
CHAPTER 20 ? SITGESIANS
In Sitges, the rock outcrops at the end of the beach. Diego stood with his 430 lb body feeling incomprehensibly heavy and sexual. He soaked in the sun. Around his immensity, 11-year-old boys rough-housed so that they bumped into him but their shoulders thudded against his chiseled abdomen and their akimbo arms brushed his thickened bulge before they fell off into the water.
Greater powers were endowing him. He consumed the radiation of the sun, and ate the photons raining down. He could feel the accumulation and that his muscle multiplied and grew colder and more huge the more he took in.
He postured, greedy to suck it in ? the rays colliding against him and more piggily, he stole the rays that strove to pass and hit the rock below. Anyone who?d looked away from the worship-meat in his 800-dollar brown bikini puzzled at the shadows laying at his feet.
A devastatingly handsome smirk carved his bone-cheeked visage. How nakedly ambitious he was growing. The bikini was a feeble moderation to his atlasing, thundering bulk, and to his Ruler-of-Heaven Might. 247 gay denizens of the sandy stretch had fallen silent and pawed absently at their own lycra?d groins as long as he?d stood there.

Down the beach, he tracked Samson?s 410-lbs hulk-striking the white sand with a Spanish-sun body. The immediacy was intoxicating ? Diego could see the half mile distance as though a few feet. The bulging of Samson?s expanding thighs and corded ebony hams bunched as though close enough to be slathered over by Diego?s pornographic tongue. Similarly, Diego could almost imagine the squeezing of Samson?s everest-thickened glutes gripping down on his own aching crotch and the push of Samson?s porn-commanding appendage touching into his own thrumming hole. Diego caught the drop of drool that fell from his lips. He forced his vision foward into Samson?s $495 white slink that erotically clung to the devour-demanding fertility-god groin below.
?Do it, Samson, do it.? He whispered
He was not surprised when he heard in his ear Samson?s reply, ?I will.?

She lay alone on the sea-canvassed chair ? sun in her blacker-than-night waves and her sad delicacy.
Samson crouched and the ass-tracer spread across his fucking buttocks making a white field that asked to be punctured. It eroticized the palpable suggestion of his muscled, lordman screw-hole.
A purr hummed deep in Samson?s 4 hundred pounds, and he put his hand gently over her sleeping eyes.
?M.T.? he breezed with a baritone-cast of his aural might, ?I?ve missed you, and have made you wait.? His beef-large back splayed 4 feet. He leaned over her and his monstrous size obscured the sun.
?Tomorrow night,? he brushed his lips on hers and then uttered so that he moved the molecules between them. ?Sleep,? he commanded, ?come to me tomorrow night?.
He stood and his soft, full penis stretched forward in the jet of his royal king swaddler. He reached his arm to her and softly laid The Hotel Rey key and red rose in her hand. 26 inches wrapped his mammoth, unimaginably strong bicep.

Diego smiled from the rock where he held his anatomy in display. He had one mighty paw on his hip, the other curling his twice-than-schwarzenegger limb. He knew how bulging that more-than-two-foot girth was. He had found the power to attain absolute stillness now ? and for fifteen minutes had been more flexed than marble. Through his hot-modeled nose he imperceptibly sucked great, slow streams off the Meditteranean waves ? extracting salt to charge the Vulcan-metabolism that powered within and exhausting a thread of air so cold that tiny icicles fell out of the air to the rock at his feet.
He looked into the sky and several hours away could see that Matthias? plane was drawing closer ? that Matthias was 282 lbs now, and that beside Matthias he could smell the steroidal presence of 271 lbs of mutated Asian testosterone.
He was 150 lbs bigger than them now and he turned from the rock and King Konged like a hairless muscular ape into the city streets of his home.



CHAPTER 21 ? ARANIAN
The red-suited bellhop left the side-of-beef and champagne in the cart and pulled the door shut, ignorant to the godly Adonis who deified the room.

Samson?s XXL white v-neck t-shirt baby-dolled impotently, and stretched a hankied distance on his 495 lb, 7? mass. The fabric choked against the crevacey seam above his watermeloned arm meat. The cotton pinched ridiculously against the dome-blown delts of his mammoth shoulders that stretched three feet and 9 inches in each direction from his column-muscular neck.
Humping traps and a giant chest caused the cottoned neck hole to torturously pull showing a throat so girded that it nestled into his collar-bone like a gun-turret pedimented on the Cliffs of Dover.
On his monstrous lower body, he wore nothing but the slinky European hugger he?d taken from Diego?s drawer. His 17 inch length piled veiny like an anaconda out of the top of the translucent polyester blend, and the see-through fabric outlined his sick, black member. It was like he had a meat-colored boa in his pants with two elephant-bulled balls below.
He pressed his exploded wheels and mammoth weight against the wall-sized, gilt-framed mirror and humped his fuck-shaft against the pulverizing muscular monster reflected there.
?Oh fuck you, yea fuck you, you fucking big boy. This monster-god body?s gonna powerdrive this fuckin? baloney dick all over Maria T?s little cunt.?
He slowed the pump against the glass and felt blood engorging his muscles. He felt the excitement in his bulk. The release of his basketballed testosterone waves always reacted with the goop now flowing in his veins. It made his muscles grow huger; he could feel it happening even now - himself getting bigger.
?Mmmm, this is good. So fucking good.?
He reached into his ass and touched his hole two feet deep between his amazing waterlooian haunches.
?Mass me up, gorgeous. Fucking, beef it, fucking mass boy.?
He smiled at himself and it was devastatingly handsome. His skin was so smooth and his hollow cheeks were alive with blood that was deep black across his facial bones. His lips were an eggplant purple, his teeth were blizzard-fanged, and the green of his eyes limed in pools that were flawlessly white.

He backed away from the mirror; brought his wrists together in an inconceivable most-muscular. He watched as his t-shirt popped on his body. Up each side his tarzan-flaring lats pierced through, cracking the cotton until the garment lay ponchoed like a tiny horse blanket over some corruptedly steroided steed. He curled into a double biceps and the front of the shirt fell to the top between his god-mountains exposing his sky-scaper sculputured V.

He tugged the fabric and, as incalculably strong as he had become, the shirt snapped instantaneously around his throat-pillar.
God, he looked like Dorian Yates, but Dorian Yates if he?d ever had these looks and been willing to take fucking rEAl quantities of steroids -- so thick, so fucking extreme, so much more fucking powerful.
His boulder-massive muscles monumented 4 feet on his shoulders and mountain-expanded his 84? chest. His tits curve-plunged in great domes so that they nipple-projected spunk-groaning tetons. Woven thews knitted across his upper back wider than two doorframes and turf exploded the massivity of beasty 29? missile launchers where once a puny slacker?s passive 11? arms had been. ?Ah fucking Osiris, this felt so fucking endowing.?
His gut was thickly rippled with a bulging ab-field piled to his hips with bull-beefy virility. His midsection was huge and deconstructed with 12 earth-born bricks that heaped over one another in his fat, trunkish strength.
No longer any comprehension of the slim model he had been, he gutted grossly into the European slinker with the excess of an extreme wrestler gone yearningly large with over-shouting rage. The flimsy euro-trash slip strained under his pendulous meat; the band pulled away from his pube plain, sundae-boating a view of a once-mortal dick that had gone inhumanly huge.
?Oh fucking, beast, you?ll godrock-fuck her fuckiing handicapped girly world.?
From his pulsating chest, down his iron-casted flares, onto his obliques, around his power-pumped gut, his heaving immensity all drained into tunneled gullies carving in from his hips to the sweaty mass of his balls. His upper legs bulged threateningly and his 59? thigh muscles pump-challenged the containment of their very girth.
Out of the skin-tight leg holes, Samson?s columns looked like eruptions of Tom-Platzian trunks, but 3 times the size of that heralded freak. He shifted and seven ropes of muscle shifted under his skin all supported on calves that sized like two lion thews ready to spring.
?Oh GOD?. GrrrrrRRRRAAGGGGHHHH.? He growled at himself expressing all the glory-infinitying bulk that he now resurrected. He was more exquisitely huge than any imaginable god-king of Africa had ever been.
His cock unwound further and hammocked its sling, lay-growing left in the nyloned lip around his hip.
?AhHHHHHH FUCCKKKK.?
He let the hardening sensation overtake him and looked as his gargantuan maleness stretched for steelbeam enormity.
?Fucking unbelievably yes.?
It continued to extend and thicken until his bulbous head logged 9 inches off his hip, a total size of 17 inches and 9? girth.
?Yes, OHH FUCCKINGG, yes.?
He touched his hand to the monumentality of his clad-breaking horse organ. He couldn?t believe how big he was and how strong. He rubbed his bicep hungrily again as 29? of medicine-ball limb grew continually at his side.

He swung to the rack. The designer clothes hung in eye-stroking style ? each garment long, expensive, and lean. The rack label read in brown on white paper ? Samson Pitt, 6?1?, 140lbs. His man-weapon telescoped another 2 inches as his arousal pushed it unbelievably farther.
?Oh, fuck, I weigh a quarter-ton of fuckin? monstrous pounds ? incomprehensibly huger than that negligible prick ever was.?
He placed his hosedick in his great palm-paw and then reached and placed a garden-hose of goop into his mouth. He turned the spigot and 28 gallons of body-obliterating scum-essence entered his throat.
?Oh, FUCK, MAKE ME EVERYTHINGG?.?
His cock tracted backward to his thundering loins, to his gargantuan build and then as he mammoth-drank, it freight-bazooka?d outward along its length. It blasted princely thunder-cream through the screen of the sleazy ball-briefs until a mist of spunk spread in a cum-cumulus cloud that clotted the entire room.


The touch of the atomic droplets on his skin was beautifully heightening. He could feel the inhuman sperm of his porn-fantastical load wriggling carnivorously against him desperately wanting to get in. ?No, my hungy babies, no,? he said. But, even as he said it, he relaxed his invulnerable barrier, letting it happen, and wanting it. Immediately, he could feel the zygotes drilling through his surface into his insides. ?OooohhoohhhoOh..?
Each of the million points raged with climactic intensity that could only be described as the despicable simultaneity of ten-thousand battle-hardened Greek warriors cumming as they climaxed upon innocent women of 500 burning cities. His body shuddered with it and every muscle soared in fantastical size.
Then as it became bearable, he realized that he could feel the god-sperm finding cells and binding with them.
?Ah, magnificent fuck of all christs.?
With a zanging rage, each muscle cell suddenly became something more savage and alien than had ever existed before ? it was a construct that was known nowhere else in the existing expanse of the universe before.
?AaaarrghhhHHHHhhhhhhhhhhHHhhhh?
He could feel the mitochondrial factories accelerating into fissioning reactors. And the muscle fibers blowing into casings as mutilated as living steel. He was becoming invincible and inhuman. He was going through the kind of transformation that would make the changes to date seem like fucking nothing.
?Ah, magnificent, fuck.
With his deifying body he put out an irrefutable call, and the white of the air around him stirred and swirled back to him. The power juice engulfed him and with his dark skin he drank the attacking sex entities and with heaving breaths he vacuumed god-juice from the vertiginous haze into his lungs. 8 gallons of erupted ball blast unmercifully assaulted his body and vanished from sight.

He looked into the mirror and was more beautiful than any man had ever been. He smiled and smiling back was 10 feet of muscular deity weighing 1500 pounds.

As magnificent as the mountains of the most ancient range he stood, but more beautiful ? and inside he held the astonishing power of the earth?s core ? surging and channeling with the great subterranean currents of heat and power. He waited.

A knock on the door came. It was her. He could see that it was her through the expensive wood. She was more beautiful than she had ever been.

?Oh, Maria, it?s a new world,? he echoed to himself with the arching waves of outer space, ?a world we could have never known existed. Oh god, Maria, this is the body that will change everything at last.?

Aloud he said in mortal simulation, ?I love you, Maria. Come in.?

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CHAPTER 22 ? PYRENNEAN I
Matthias came from the stage, not willing to think of Diego. His trophy was in his hand and his skin was so thin it was like an organic membrane. He was a 280 lb IFFB freak and held the 100 lb Barcelonan trophy like little Diego would have held a 5lb weight.

Ming, lascivious, came off stage immediately behind. The Chinese super heavy wrapped thick arms around the Germanic glory boy and pulled back. ?You did it Matt-e-auss??
His dick weighed in his poser and pushed in the gully of Matthias? glutes. Ming flattened his HGHed abs against the xmas tree of the champ?s lower back. Matthias? penis stirred in his suit anticipating the hardness of the muscle-based sex to come.
?You fuck me, muscle fucker,? Ming whispered in Matthias? ear.
?Oh fuck, I?m leaving him, Ming. But? jesus?ah?jesus?ah? crap? look at us.?
Matthias turned and pressed their muscles together. He put his lips full against Ming?s rose-manned mouth and their torsos mantled together making a union of muscled eroticism.

Matthias was on a high, a pharmaceutical high, the trophy in hand, and doses of junk coursing in his veins. He was unnatural? his face wrecked? gear battering him into the size of Coleman or Cutler. ?I?m HUGE? ? he said. The drug load was unhinging him ?leaving him a humped body chemically induced to unleash the maleness he had wrought.

He began to reach into Ming?s hammocking poser, when a thud sounded shaking the platform on which he humped. Matthias released the sex object in his arms to turn to look. He heard a low voice ? low like the motor of industrial refrigeration? full and musical with a textured Spanish accent. ?Matthias, mi amor.?

Matthias reacted to the voice and something familiar in it. Matthias turned suddenly aware that he was undressed except for the taut poser that showed his body thickened with illegally endowed Olympian thews. His fuckable ass stretched the lycra into sheened globes of gold-painted beauty. His cock pointed forward ? a hard, pointy peg in the triangled white panel of the otherwise gold-metallic hip girdle.
?Ming, you better leave,? he said. And Ming, understanding, was gone.

The clothed 545lb giant in front of him stood with monstrous muscle. A pair of lacerated jeans tried to cover his titanic legs and collapsed to his hips. Hanging in the gap between the Mammoth's legs, a mountainous bulge dropped holding the hose-folds that lumped the denim the ways that a king cobra?s twists would lump the cloth of a snake charmer?s bag. The 40" round legs v?ed in a stance 4? wide and the snake pulled into a dangling appendage because of the arch of the jutting ass.

From the immortal?s waist rose an astonishing trunk sheathed in the gleaming ice of XXXL lycra. The garment vise-gripped his upper body, snapping against his heaving flesh the way nun-abused linens strainedly held the mattresses of fresh convent beds. The skin that showed in the open ovals down the lycra center was so golden and exquisite that it was the complexion Adonis had achieved at his greatest moment of power.

He gloried with his head dropped back, his arms wide, palms to the sky, and godly chest opened like a plain before the sun. He drank unworldly power. The biceps that adorned him shredded the fabric around his 29? tower-gunned limbs. The cuffs stood trapped against his forearms where 18 inches forbade the ends? advancement upon his being.

The muscled Apollo dropped his beastly stanchions and lifted his golden-haloed skull. It looked down into Matthias? face. The god?s eyes smoldered blue and gold-tinged wisps radiated into the atmosphere. A meadow of blond skull-capped the deity?s creature-like beauty. The towering 7?5? Hercules? angular face x?ed over boned cheeks and jaws. Thick, dark lips disappeared back to the burrowed hollow concaves of his carved image.
Matthias gasped, ?Diego,? and lurched forward bringing his 6?1? bulk to a beggar-boning stance, ?Oh fuck, Diego, MUSCLE ? such GoDLY MUscLE!?
Diego smiled and replied, ?I haven?t even begun.?



CHAPTER 23 ? PYRENNEAN II
Diego glowed. His vast body heaving ? his great throat tightening ? breath-snorting need? snorting love. Calmness, steadiness.

Diego planted his feet wide, showing all he was ? his manhood protruding, his fist-ended arms at his side, his shoulders back. He rubbed his hand over his torso and returned it to his side. His lips broke into an assaulting curl, dazzling irresistance. ?Yesss..? he hasp-growled unmoving?. ?Yesss..? His tree-chewing jaws jutted forward.

First a sound of straining fabric and the garments honored to touch his slabs developed networked tears. The hem of his right leg popped in three places ? the fissure crawled up his dirigible calf, jumping the gap across his gayboy-tapered knee, and burst from his thigh so that the right denim blasted from his body in all directions. As the fabric destroyed itself from Diego?s mighty right squatter, Diego simply smiled letting the corded muscle of his swelling thigh reveal itself in the massive perfection that it had achieved.

On his torso, the white lycra-d long-sleeve, already near brushstroked on every ripple with the definition that only a coat of paint should show, pulled a widening gap between collar seam and shirt body. All around the neck, Diego?s tawnee-browned muscle-traps became visible as the white of the fabric split. In the end, only the circle around his Corinthian neck stood apart, strangling him like some 30th century dog collar. He touched it approvingly and smiled.

Diego flexed his fists, and the shirt ruptured against his topologied granite ? the fabric broke ? shredding across islanded abs, car-armored pecs, and tarzan-sinuous biceps. Within moments, a tatter of rags dangled palpably from his rippled body. With a brush he flung them away and growled and displayed the piles of beef that packed on him making him more huge than any monstered beast of a grade-B fantasy. Fuck, he wanted so much more.

Bare-torsoed, he reveled in deification. He smiled at the meatspreads that built outward ? he laughed to think what he had once had instead of these dragon-wings of a pterodactyl. His lion lats had grown gloriously thick and now reservoired so much power that he knew he had more teravolts housed in himself than even the batteries of the great Iberian Power Grid could possibly hold.

He reached with his left hand and grabbed the denim of his now one-legged jeans. With an explosion, the waist snapped from his body and his delt storm-troopered his arm into a lateral raise. The denim ruptured in a log-splitting tear over his Paul Bunyan cockhead. The cleft of his mushroom top splicing the fabric as it flowed across his mighty ball and left thigh.

The 501?s were free from his body, and he ripped the zipper from the crotch. Reaching into his spandex dick-hammock, he tied his ogre-appendage with the copper-colored links. His bulge swelled into great lumps that gapped the flesh-colored slinkiness from his herc-radionated physique.

Hugely built and virtually naked, he rubbed his hands over his bikini-sucked, throat-collared bulk. ?I NEED MORE, MATTY.? He labor-breathed. There was a hulking sexuality in his face. ?ALREADY, I AM, MATTY? BUT MORE?? He rippled and mass-armed his fists wrist-to-wrist in front of his tan sack-bag. He leered the sexual come-on of a Chippendale?s boy gone fucking twice the size of any Olympian fuck through a soul-selling deal with a military research experiment gone intolerably mad.



CHAPTER 24 ? PYRENNEAN III
?I NEED MORE, Matty? I wanted you to see.?
?No, jesus, Diego, Look at you ? You?re more than any human could ever dream.?
?Oh, FUCKING God, MATtY. I?m nothing yet ? just fucking believe.?

Diego stooped. He gave a lingering look, and then power-curled a barrel the size of an oil drum. ?Yes, More.? He cantilevered and with one hand snapped a lid from its seal. He eyed the 98 gallons of dark-rotted scum like a carnivore hunting prey. Matthias blanched at the stench, ?fuck ? what shit is that!?? Diego glanced curtly, but raised the canister to his mouth. A begging rattled his lungs ? like the sound of a child treat-pleading its parent ? but truly the sound of testosterone wanting immeasurably more.

The barrel reached his thickened lips, and he wrapped the rust-flecked rim. His nostrils flared, snorting and in-sucking the caustic solution. ?Yes, oh Fuck sweet yes. Oh sweet fuck muscle juice.? His Apollo bicep pump-bulged, bottoms-upping the tankard. Mutant fuel battered his face, cascaded his mouth, ninety-eight percent entered him, and the rest spilled, dumping on his Peruvian mountains, on his French massive, boy-tapered cum-waist, and tickling his hanging, world-beautiful appendage. It burned the sensation of fire. ?Oh GOD, GOD YES.? He widened his lips? ?MORE?, he opened his jaws.

The magma gashed his tongue and wounded his gulping throat. His neck muscles piston-triggered, wanting to resist the way the mountain cat lightning-fights the game warden?s bag, but he smiled and forced them open again. ?OH... Christ the glorrryyy...? Inferno lashed where the concentrated oobleck incinerated into his passion-fissioning cells.

?OHhh... YEESS.? The avalanching power was intoxicating, more incomprehensible than he could have imagined ? more glorious. His body was stellaring heavier even as he sucked the glot-vile cream. He staggered, dropping like an Ape feather-darted behind each ear, 590 pounds bulk-punching 19? splintered divots around each knee. Oh, God, Fucking GODdd.. It felt so good.

?Diego? be IT?. Be the monster no God ever conceived? BE IT.?
His muscles host-choired in 1,000-voice allelujiah? bulging. He near-omniscient focused on his mouth -- tilting, lifting his head from his lower jaw until his face stretched fully hoovering the stim-deifying bile. ?YES? MORE? FUCKING GOD MAKE ME!?

He shouted and it was an ancient cave lord heading a force of 10,000 in battle. A rushing sound reverberated from Diego and his insatiable desire finally sucked the last of the sludge into his bowels like a super-tanker pumping full the final cubits of a trans-global hold. He gasped and the muscle slush was gone.

?YYYYYEESSSSSSSSSSS!!!? he roared shaking the walls of the performance space. ?OH CHRIST!? His muscle-piled arms flexed. ?OH HULKING FUCKING YYYYESSSSS!? His hands, inside the barrel?s rim, spread and the reinforced steel object ripped as gauze in his uncrematable hands and he smashed the steel halves into his body before biting a chunk from one.

?OH, YES!? he turned to face Matthias his visage blazing. ?I?VE BEEN NOTHING, MATTY ? NOTHING?. YOU THINK I AM A GOD NOW??... THIS IS NOTHING?JUST FUCKKINNGG WATTCHH.?



CHAPTER 25 ? PYRENNEAN IV
A bone-slamming echo clapped and continent-seismic pulses assaulted his huge body. The waves increased ? in frequency, in intensity. Diego?s eyes closed and orgasmic annihilation obliterated him. ?God above? YES.? His head dropped back and each of his monstrous muscles strained at his very skin. He pulsed with transformative power. ?Oh Christ? Make me more fucking huge and powerful than a god can ever become??

At his waist, his abs collapsed ? his previous 33-inch middle smolted to pillared 32? inch core. How incredible and inebriatingly flexible his organic-steel column seemed. His wasp-narrow hips pound-crumpled in craven reconstruction and the fracture was an earth shuddering rumble. The hip-swaddler girdling his loins gripped to a pressing black-holed suck like a parasitic wave cradling his world.

He god-cried and his massive horse dick showed a towering increase. The lycra fabric that just-held his weapon before, now splay-stretched over an organ so warp-inundated that it plunged through the tawny silkiness so that nothing but a porn-sick smattering of marine film remained across his war-boat hull rod and cannon-deck balls. The skin-matched fabric showed every ropy god-vein and cunt-mushroom fuck lip of his god-slutty schlong.

?No MortAL SHALL ever KNOW THE MIGHT I?m FeelING MATTYY.? He stentored.

The atomized fabric cloyed to his magnificence, moving it with such intensity that orgasmic pleasure flared euphoric. His face light-housed and he had the facial radiance of the Angel of Righteousness raining destructive bolts of Retribution on the great cities of sin.
?Oh HOLY Fucking Jesus? oh fucking all-powerful GOD.?
On his massive hard ass, the punished mage-cloth yawned into gaping tatters that crossed all of the soared heights of his temple-bound globes. The cut of the lycra survived but it chasmed deep into the 1000-psi seam between his heaving, unconquerable humps. The fabric depth-lined his buttocks until they were disgusting beyond even the most brazen stripper?s highlighting of her own pendulously siliconed tits.

He felt throbbing musculature and pulsing in his cock so large and powerful that 100,000 men could not know its feel. ?Oh GOD MAKE ME SO FUCKING HUGE ? SO FUCKING FREAKISHLY HUGE ? SO FUCKINGLY, INHUMANLY ?.? He roared. He was 900 lbs and his voice pounded low waves until the timber above him rumbled, until plaster shook free and rained onto his Thorian bulk. ?Look at Me MATTY? LOOK AT ME.? He looked at Matthias ? saw Matthias still frozen with what once was his superior mass ? Matthias? mere human cock erect with only its mortal 7 inches, peeking 3 inches out of its championship poser. All of it was in reaction to the sight of Diego?s inhuman, growing monstrosity. ?OH THAT?s so FucKiNG RiGHT maTTY ? LOOK AT ME.?

Diego raised his head and looked down at his legs ? saw them lengthening even as the cords that surfaced his night-stolen quads began to divide and grow. His Hulk massive upper body tottered and the earth-core swelling of his lower extremities forced him larger, more powerful, more Centaurian.

?Ah YES. Ah, FuCKING YES. Ah, HOLY FUCKING YES. GROW GREAT LEGS OF GOLIATH.?

The transformation was hitting him like 12,000 orgasms. ?Ah, Fuck ? I CAN?T FucKInG TAKe IT. I?m Impossible? SO FUCKKING Fucking Impossible.? He was 9 1/2 feet tall now and looked down, Matthias was more than 2 feet shorter. ?FUCKING GOD ? I Fucking Worship and look at what I become.?

He drank in the sight of legs that burst into nuclear stockpiles built to the geopolitical excess of rash superpowers. His calves full and hard, flexed 40 inches ? thicker than 6 of the phone books he now ripped with a smile never leaving his face.

On his thighs, where 5 roots had formerly bulked the bodybuilder wheels of a mutant, 8 massive vines each 6 inches in diameter braided 4 feet between his hipgroin and knee. His legs thundered as unholy pillars 80 inches around. He shifted the weight on his immensity and the soaring pouch of his alien monster-dong pharaohed absolutely over each Jupiter-booster stilt.

?Oh CHRIST ? Oh Christ? it?s TOO MUCH? FUckING tooOOO MUCH? Aagg Aaarrgh?

Against his resistance, his hands now ice-aged into glacier-shattering fists ? clenching like woolly-mammoth hearts pumping a circulatory system of the densest muscle mass ever conceived by evolution. His arms grew rigid at his side, pain beaficant on the countenance of his blond-shorn, regal visage.

It was too much ? the growth was too much ? no human was meant for this and it was overwhelming ? so overwhelming that his arcing, raging cum-phalanx and his piling Kal-elian bulk was driving him to some unrecognizable state of sane. ?Oh fucking god above ? make me your muscle being ? let me survive this ??

?OH GOD OH GOD ? OH GOD I WILL BE HUGE ? OH FUCKING GOD I WILL?

His face became empiringly divine like Alexander?s army of 240,000 raging at the battle of Remeduah. He creation-looked over the realm of one bodybuilt Jehovah-bicep to the other. ?Grow MoTHERS ? GROW!?

The peaked and veined biceps sprung against the tightness of his micro-thin skin. ?AH, FUCKING MOTHERS - GROW!? With each king-of-hosts fist, he saw that his peaks were exploding in girth and breadth. They were bouldering larger. ?YES, MOTHERFUCKERS, HA OH FUCKING HA?

He clenched his fists more and sexier and curled his arms, peaking, swelling his triceps, making his arms ever more unbelievable. At 32 inches he licked them and cum spilled from his cock through the strained remnants of his strapped briefs. Milky white spread in sick pools at his feet. At 36 inches, he snort-fucked the air. ?Yes FUCKING MOTHERFUCKERS YES FUCKING.? At 40 inches, they?d swelled to 7 tank-cords battened agonizingly to 14-inch joints ? the whole massiveness, even relaxed, quintupled the largest beastly gorilla arm.

He beat his fists against his chest and the peaks of his arms moved like tiger bodies filled with carnivorous hunger. He put his hands against his monstrous organ and just the collaring caused him to scream in sexual ecstasy.

The massaging motion of his cock triggered a powerful explosion. Pecs that had piled on his torso the size of gladiator shields now descended in a clenching spiral down to become a power-packing crush of titanium. The tightness of his flesh stunned him and he could feel how this organic endowment saturned unbearably inwards on his mortal bones. He couldn't breath and gasped in pain. His very life breath was squeezed and threatened. But, then a great, ruling smile crossed his face and he could feel and understood that his ribs were alchemically hardening, turning to steel against the preternatural gravity of this new furnace-born host. He was being transformed by every molecule of the Spanish land and the radioactive kiss of the Spanish sun into this carnal being.

?FUCKING, FUCK ME? FUCK MY CAVERNLESS MUSCULAR DEPTHS, DEAR HUMANITY.?

His great titted pec-band gamma-wave erupted, and suddenly shape-growing domes built massively high on his breast like some sub-oceanic sea shelf rumbling itself into a tsunami wall. ?FUCKING OH SWEET FUCKING YES?, he bayed.

Flesh, rub-denser than the most thundering herd of Clydesdales, gained Belmont-stadium expanse and champion stature on his Macedonian-torsoed rock.

?OH CHRIST ? IT IS SO FUCKINGLY IMPOSSIBLY FUCKING TRUE.?

He watched as pecs larger than four 45 lb plates throne-soared themselves on his breast, himalaying 24?inches deep until the thunder-mass left him 105? in tape-measuring size. His gargantuan 3 ? foot round arms posed feet from each other and his upper chest raged up his collar bone buffeting the roots of his near delicate 22? tree-trunk neck.

On his great breast expanse, he groaned to find nipples grown to no less the size than the center hole on any great weight. The sexual locii protruded magnificently as though they were giant docking ports on a geo-orbiting weapons satellite. ?OH FUCKING FUCKING FUCK ? I AM HUGE FUCKING HUGE ? SO FUCKING HUGE? He bellowed the sound of waves crashing in the North Atlantic Sea.

Diego lifted his head and now looked straight ahead. He stood over-bulging mind-blowing massiveness, an Iron-pumper god-blasted by some true mad-doctor fantasy ray into 3500 lbs of 11-foot inhuman monstrosity. ?OH GOD IT?S TRUE ? IT?S SO FUCKING TRUE? He engine-hummed knowing he ruled the world, even the mere girly men of all of the world?s greatest physique shows together were not this massive, this mammoth, this powerful. No one was not human, had become so muscular that he was no longer of mankind, could no longer feel pain.

A great X of protruding bone covered his unfathomable face ? his bones angling into the distance of his depthless pools of black, neon-blue eyes. His jaw-bone building-built from his special-powered ears down his muscle-corded neck before cantilevering a chin so Roman-god incarnate it would inspire every one of Michelangelo?s marble sculptures all over again. On his face, dark-night eyebrows accented his eyes, while his blue orbs were so dazzling that their radiated energy sent beams of light onto the wall 50-feet away. Atop his sumptuous dome, spun-gold stubble created a glowing aura of world-spanning, erotic domination.




CHAPTER 26 ? PYRENNEAN V

No sound could appropriately capture his enlarged feelings ? the tangibilization of Alpha and Omega. He had muscles so powerful now that they vibrated an infinite scale, surging with the waves of the universe?s astronomical dance. His body was star-burned with fat-obliterated sun-fissioned mass.

?ooooooooOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH?

With a kneading hunger, he tightened his immense ball-sack, and he roared again, roaring laughter. He felt so incomprehensible and with intention god-sucked his 18 abdominal ridges and sucked up hiw volleyball-blown swayers, hydraulisizing them into the eruption of his hundred-metered hurricular quads and battleground hams.

No sound could express him. No sound could blast the unphaseable hunger of these world-encompassing atlasian-primal needs.

Yet, a low vibration started in the glazed nadir of his great abdominal vee ? a rumbling shaking that massaged the base of his world-population fuck organ. The thunder climbed his body gaining in magnitude, growing as each abdominal-bulge amplified the yearning expression further. The crushing waves reverberated off the internal surfaces of his vast back meat until finally they exploded out of his mouth that he had thrown open like a timeless and Pleistocene cavern.

It was a mastering thunder-roll that throned out of him - the waves of sound so low that the molecules around him split into component parts. The vast articulation horn-blew the room with such unremonstrable power that the things in it condensed and made space for his great voice. The reverberating waves scale-pulsed so immensely that an ominous heaving blasted the complex-corridors and rolled unstoppably into the streets of the staggering city beyond.

He locomotive-sucked air into his vast lungs, reeling - reeling at his own monstrosity, at the simultaneous explosion of one-hundred-thirty-four million nerves entombed in his 3800 lbs of weight and girth. His black hole dense upper body meat, his red-woodian leg-pillars, his coliseum-pounded ass-mounts, his globe-incarnate pec-tents and his quadripedian man organ flexed and bulged on him with all the mastery of a living god.

A great smile, inhuman with hormone-fevered elation, marqueed his devastatingly adonisized 4,000 lb becoming.



?I FEEL STRONG?. SO STRONG, MATTHIAS.? A cold wind snowed with arctic lows over Matthias. Diego stepped to Matthias, with Zeussian stature towering over Matthias? Germanic build. He looked down into the muscle lifter?s eyes. ?WORSHIP ME, MATTY, ADORE ME.? The voice was a contained hum-throb, as Diego learned to govern his power and to interact with the mere mortals of the world. ?OH GOD YES.? Matthias strained upward and raised his tongue to Diego?s bowed chest and wonder-of-the-world man-pantheons. He lapped at the pump-packed roundness. He circled the globes painting wet drooling trails around the protruding mountains. His mouth locked the trigger-sensitive nipples, docking on their full erect brownness. ?Ahh..aaahhhaaahhhhh? he said. A caustic burning cream oozed into his mouth, ?Ah yes? ah, it is so sweet.? The small taste flushed his muscles and made his skin feel taut as he started to grow ? it was a feeling that he?d felt hours earlier during the pre-show pump, but now it had returned ten-fold.

Diego, took Matthias' head in his enlarged, more-than-a-man?s hands. He firmly guided Matthias until Matthias tilted between Diego?s mammoth quad-columns facing the immense ship mast of his 28-inch, tank-balled monument. Matthias shivered with insanity. There was no concept in his world any longer but the feverish need to drink of Diego?s h-bombing and suffocating gallons.

?Drink me, Matty? Show me how much you worship every last atom of this throbbing monster God, Matthias?. This is what you owe me? This is what I had to become.?

[Mad Dog]

Whoa, that was intense.

[sexiscriptor]

Bravo, man; bravo.