New story: Costumes R' US

[Beemer133]

This story is a revision of a post I made over a year ago. This is something I've always dreamed of happening. My first crack wasn't bad, but I've worked hard to make it a little more...sexy. Part two is in the works, and will be posted later this month as a Halloween Treat. As always, any comments are welcome and hope you enjoy!

Costume?s R Us - A Halloween Convert?s Story

I?ve always hated Halloween. It started from when my mom used to make me dress-up in ridiculous costumes as a kid. My costumes were really an excuse for my mom to justify her sewing machine purchase. Unfortunately I was always the unlucky victim of one of her ?projects.? Instead of being a super-hero or fireman like all my friends, I would parade around in an ill-fitting costume that always required explanation. Eventually even my mom gave up on sewing, leaving me stuck as a pumpkin 3-years in row. Needless to say, as soon as I out-grew my pumpkin costume I was happy to turn my back on Halloween.

I was thirteen when I finally outgrew my pumpkin costume, but at that age I had no idea how impossible it would be to skip an ?american pastime? like Halloween. Throughout high school and college, while everyone around me seemed to love it more and more, my disgust for Halloween deepened.

You see, I was never a really attractive kid (not surprising considering I was a pumpkin for three years running). I carried an extra 60 lbs of fat on my 6 ft frame by the time I graduated college, making me a unhealthy 240 lbs of wide young man. It didn?t help my attitude that college was filled to the brim with male athletes in their prime. For them, Halloween was simple. You just find a costume that involved taking your shirt off and you were good to go. Togas, the Hulk, whatever; they pulled it off effortlessly. I don?t have to tell you that going to a costume party filled with gorgeous guys without shirts (and of course equally beautiful girls as ?slutty whatevers?) when you are carrying that 60 lbs of extra fat is not a good time. As icing on the cake, I was a closeted homosexual which made the whole Halloween experience a living nightmare for me (no pun intended).

Once college was finally over, I figured I would have an easier time dealing with Halloween. I would have to see another frat costume-party ever again! All I would have to worry now was what kind of candy to hand out to the kiddies on the corner, or just finding a way to avoid them entirely. I couldn?t have been more wrong.

Just four months after graduation & starting my new job with an Marketing Agency, I was relocated. In a matter of a week, I?d moved from small town California to my company?s development office in far-away Massachusetts. Considering how lucky I was to even have a job in this economy I didn't fight it. But that is how, just four short days before Halloween, I moved into my new condo in... you guessed it, Salem, Massachusetts.

Never having been to the East coast, let alone in the Fall, I never expected the heights to which these North-easterners got into the Halloween spirit. Everywhere I turned there were witches, ghouls and ghosts. Even my cubicle was plastered with fake spiderwebs and decorations for me upon my arrival. It was enough to make me want to vomit.

I really thought I was going to lose it when I saw the flyer on my keyboard. It was for the work ?social event of the year;? the annual Halloween Costume Party. I wanted to run screaming all the way back to California. Unfortunately I had no choice, if was going to make ANY friends in this place I had to go. The party was tonight, which meant I had to get a costume pronto!

My boss, a really nice & pretty thirty-something named Amanda, sent the few people in the office home at lunch to get ready. Apparently the costume party day was one of the biggest leave-days of the year. Fuck me this was going to suck!

Before I could leave Amanda called me into her office. With a smile, she wrote down a list of restaurants, hot spots, and costume stores for me. She reiterated that there would be drinks, dancing, and even prizes at the party, telling me ?what a great icebreaker it would be.? Feeling trapped and miserable, I headed out to look for a costume...willing to settle for anything but a pumpkin.

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After drowning my sorrows over lunch, a triple bacon cheeseburger & 2 pints of Guinness if you must know, I reluctantly began exploring downtown and costume searching.

The two Halloween stores on my Amanda?s list were total strikeouts. Most of the costumes had been picked through already and they didn?t have anything left I could fit my fat ass into. All the employees reminded me, in their polite New-England fashion, that Halloween was only four days away and people ?Got an early start here.? Whatever.

Frustrated, I decided to take a break from shopping & explore the downtown square. Unfortunately, even walking down the quaint streets on a warm & sunny fall day wasn?t helping my sour mood. I couldn?t afford to make a bad impression at this party. I?d just moved thousands of miles from home and I desperately needed to make some friends. Yet all I could think about was pumpkin costumes & coworkers laughing at me.

Completely consumed by my own thoughts, I was hardly paying attention to where I was walking. I didn?t notice that I had turned a corner and was walking down a not-so-friendly looking side street. Suddenly aware of my soundings I was about to turnaround when I noticed a costume-shop window directly in front of me.

This particular store (Costume?s R Us : Be Who You Want to Be) wasn?t on my list from Amanda. I?d assume this was probably because the sign looked like it was about to disintegrate into dust. The whole store looked like something out of an old movie. Its windows were covered with dirt and cobwebs, the steps were half broken, and even the building didn?t seem to be leaning at an odd angle.

Now normally I wouldn?t even have attempted going into a place like this; it just looked too seedy. But I was desperate. I would try any place that might have a non-vegetable themed costume for me!

Taking a deep breath, I walked through (yes through, there was no glass on the door frame) the door and into the shop. I was instantly welcomed by one of the weirdest looking women I have ever seen. She had a rainbow of colors on her clothes and in her unkempt hair. Huge bracelets hung from her skinny wrists and she didn?t appear to have been introduced to a shower in a long time. Yet her worn, but attractive, face welcomed me with a friendly smile.

?Look at you my dear, how splendid,? she said in a raspy voice, ?What do you dream of being.?

?Ummm, I don't know. Well see, Ineed a costume for tonight,? I started, feeling myself beginning to ramble, ?It?s our work Halloween party, and I just moved here to start this new job. I really want to make some friends and just impress everybody.?

?So you dream of being impressive??

?Well I don?t dream about it....look I really just need a costume that covers my ass,? I said indicating its large size, ?and it can?t be a pumpkin!? I added quickly.

?Hmmmm, I think I know just the thing. Come this way Dearie,? she said, setting off towards the back of the store.

The women led me to a nearly empty rack of costumes at the back of the store. The rack hung under a sign that read: ?Men?s XL -XXXL.? I wasn?t all that happy about being considered THAT large, but then again, I was desperate.

?Which one do you like, Dearie?? she said, pointing to the three costumes left hanging on the rack.

I looked at the costumes in disdain, feeling my heart sink. These were exactly the type of Halloween costume I?ve always despised.

Costume one was a Pirate outfit. The bottoms were ripped & worn khaki pants, torn and stretched in a way that left hardly anything to the imagination. The top was brown leather vest, also torn, which had no way to fasten shut. The accessories included a Johnny Depp-style pirate hat, odd looking ?cowboy? boots, and a rather convincing fake sword. There was also a small rusty looking gold bracelet, but thats was all. Minimalist pants and no shirt to covering my fat body, no way!

Costume two was a nondescript Superhero. This costume was a spandex bodysuit, reminding me of a full body Underarmor outfit. Only this suit was shiny, textured, and clearly cut to show off some very large muscles. It came with a cape, blue patent leather boots, and two small gold wrist cuffs. Knowing there was no way I was going to squeeze into spandex in public, I instantly ruled this one out as well.

Costume three was even worse, it was a gladiator ?outfit.? I use the term outfit loosely, as this costume included no shirt at all. It was really just a TINY leather skirt, a sword & harness, and some sandals with gold-ankle bands. HELL NO. Fat or thin I wasn?t going to make my first impression on anyone at work while wearing a mini-skirt!

My hopes of making friends were quickly disappearing. I was going to look ridiculous in any of these costumes.

?Thats it huh? Well I guess I will take the pirate outfit. Are you sure its going to fit??

?It will fit perfectly. I guarantee it. If you aren?t 100% satisfied bring it back for a full refund, even after the party.?

Figuring I had nothing to lose, except what little dignity I had left, I paid for the costume and headed home, still feeling dejected.

I had about six hours to kill before the party started, & decided I should try this insane costume on. I needed to make sure I didn?t cause myself to vomit on sight. A pumpkin costume didn?t seem that bad after all...

After spreading the costume out across the bed, I stripped and walked to the mirror across the room. I was such a pitiful sight. Pale & fat, I was sure I?d win the award for world?s worst costume pirate.

Turning away from my reflection, I put on the few articles of clothing making up the costume. I was surprised to find that everything fit. It was actually quiet baggy on me, giving me hope that it might disguise my weight a bit. I strapped on the sword, placed the hat on my head, and slide on the old bracelet before heading back to the mirror to check out my reflection.

Or at least thats what I was planned to do.

Suddenly I was completely exhausted. I fell on my bed, still in the costume, and drifted into a deep deep sleep.

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The sun preparing to set by the time I woke up from my spontaneous nap. I desperately needed to relieve my bladder. Despite the heavy feeling in my limbs, I got off my bed and headed into my bathroom. After having some trouble finding the damn light switch, I got the shock of a lifetime. Sure I was still wearing the pirate costume, but everything else had changed and I was fucking gorgeous!

As I?ve mentioned, I am a tons-of-fun in the Dairy Queen kind-of-way guy. But the reflection staring back at me was tons-of-fun in the Hercules kind-of-way. The body reflected in the full length mirror was so incredible I couldn?t believe it. Where to start...well lets start at the bottom because that?s where my tour started as well.

Through the rips in the thin khaki fabric I could see that my legs were phenomenally muscular. My thick calves distended the bottom hem around their size and my incredible quads bulged out of the shredded pants; almost as if they had been designed to showcase the powerful muscles lurking underneath. My hamstrings and glutes hadn?t been left out either. From the back or the side it was clear that my ass was exceptional perky and these pants framed it perfectly.

Perhaps the best part of the lower-front view was my very packed crotch. My dick had never a strong suit for me before, barely managing 5.5? hard with small balls to match. Now everything was bulging prominently. I could have moonlighted as a 15th century pirate-porn star!

Up top, the now under-sized open leather vest accentuated my incredible 8-pack. My waist had to have more muscle than I had on my entire body before my nap. Each rippling ab was perfectly formed and shrink wrapped under tight-tanned skin. It was so tight that, despite all the muscle, I figured it couldn?t be much more than 30? around.

My rippling abs only made my chest look wider. Two thick squared-off pecs protruded inches above my abs with a deep chasm between the muscles. I could have watched the rise and fall of those striated pecs all day!

Above them, my barn-door wide shoulders jutted out the sides of my vest. Thick delts rippled with every movement, looking like hyper-muscular soccer balls and framing my thick-bulls neck flawlessly. Connected to those amazing shoulders were two of the most muscular arms I had ever seen. Even unflexed they twisted and bulged under my glowing golden skin, as thick veins fed them. Flexing one arm in the mirror I watched in ecstasy as MY mountainous arm swelled skyward. GOD DAMN I WAS HOT!

My body wasn?t the only thing that had improved, even my face looked more manly. I still looked like me, for the most part, but a more rugged handsome version of my old self. All traces of fat and jowls had melted away. My new face had a strong jaw and perfect skin framed with a thick layer of manly stubble.

?Guess she was right.? I said, surprised at the deep rumbling of my voice, ?I am 100% satisfied.?

Stripping off the costume for my shower and examining my body was undoubtably one of the best experiences of my life. Just seconds of staring at my new body in the mirror my MASSIVE cock was rock hard & standing at least 10? out over my big balls.

I laughed at the sight, enjoying the sight of my muscles rippling as I did. ?I am going to have to be careful with this thing, it was probably more lethal than my costume?s sword.?

I weighed myself while the shower warmed up, running my hands across my hard muscles while the scale announced that I weight 235 lbs. So I?d lost 5lbs overall, but probably gained 50lbs or more of pure muscle in the process. Can?t argue with those kind of results!

Exploring my body and cock in the shower was the thrill of a lifetime. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought this could be me! My first orgasm came almost instantly, i was that horny. After my second orgasm, I began a detailed inspection of my body.

Watching the water cascade of my muscles was intoxicating. But as I inspected I noticed something intriguing. My wrist now had a small intricate tattoo. The thin band had the same detailed pattern my golden bracelet, but I had no idea where the bracelet had gone.

I was about to be concerned with how the tattoo came about when I realized I didn?t care. My new cock was considerably more interesting, and I really didn't give a shit how it happened. I just wanted to enjoy it all. I was everything the old me wasn?t & I loved it!

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Finally redressed, a 30 minute shower and 3 orgasms later, I was ready to head out the door. Looking at the clock, I realized I still had almost three hours to kill before the party started.

?I should get some food in these big muscles,? I said aloud, still enjoying the deep rumble of my baritone. I grabbed the keys and headed downtown.

Having never been an attractive or muscular guy, walking around town in my costume was another thrill. For the first time in my life, regardless of where I went, people couldn?t help but react to me. Some people stared, women in particular did that. More daring people complimented me on costume/muscles/looks, while some even coped a feel!

Making it to Starbucks, I was presented with another first in my lifetime experience.

Daniel, that?s what his name tag read, the skinny-college aged Barrista nearly fell over himself to get me my drink. While stumbling around beyond the counter, paying more attention to me than what he was doing, Daniel accidentally squirted me with the sugary syrup used in the Latte I?d ordered.

Mortified with his mistake, Daniel quickly came around the counter & grabbed my hand!

He led me to the bathroom while mumbling, ?I promise we can get it off the vest, it doesn?t....it doesn?t stain Sir.?

Once inside the restroom, he locked the door a before turning around to face me.

?Damn, you must workout a lot.? He said. ?Ugh, sorry Sir I shoudn?t have said that, Sir. Do you mind taking that vest off? I can clean it up right now for you Sir.?

I just laughed, ?I?ve never worked out a day in my life,? the awe & envy in his face wasn?t hard to read, ?But you can clean it up, Your the expert.?

I removed my vest and handed it to him. Now he was just staring, completely mesmerized by my rippling muscles.

I decided it was time to have some fun with him.

?You know it really wasn?t that bad on my vest,? I said with a smirk, ?I think you got more syrup on my abs than on the vest anyway.?

Before I could even say anything Daniel was on his knees.

?Please...please let me lick it off you Sir. PLEASE. I would give anything just to touch you.? he begged.

Who was I to turn him down with a request like that! Hell, I would get as much pleasure from this as he would.

?Knock yourself out Danny,? I said, spreading my arms wide and flexing my gorgeous abs.

He was on me in an instant, licking my abs like a puppy. His hands went everywhere, squeezing my massive lats and caressing my thick glutes. From his moaning, it was obvious he was enjoying himself. Soon, a stirring in my pants indicated my enjoyment as well. Once again he gave me a pleading lock. This time I simply nodded.

With expert care Daniel undid the clasp and lowered my torn pants to the ground. Since I was commando underneath, my porn-star dick sprang out easily. Daniel started sucking eagerly, quickly bringing me to my fourth orgasm of the day, which he swallowed enthusiastically.

?Sir, please fuck me. Please, I have to feel you in me.? Daniel pleaded once he?d finished swallowing my load.

Despite four earlier orgasms, I was still rock-hard & very horny. I guess supernatural hyper-muscular pirates have fantastic stamina! I?d never been proposition like this in my life, let alone in a bathroom at Starbucks, but damn I was hot, horny, and ready to go!

?Hope you can handle this Danny boy.? I said confidently, pulling down his pants.

I lifted him off the ground like a doll, god damn I was strong! I smiled as I plunged my massive cock inside his ass.

Daniel screamed with pleasure, his skinny legs wrapping around my muscular waist. I felt his toes curling with pleasure while I supported his weight on my cock and began thrusting. His hands, lips, torso, ever part of him possible rubbing against me as I fucked him.

Minutes later I felt his body begin to rock as he orgasmed. Allowing myself to release as well, I came for the fifth time that afternoon inside him.

Breathing heavily, Daniel cleaned us up while in a state that could only be described as euphoric. My vest was now unstained, but I had a new wardrobe malfunction. My semi-hard cock, stretching towards my left hip, was extra prominent in my tight pants.

I was about to get nervous, but that was the old me talking. I didn?t have to care about that anymore. I just fucked someone in Starbucks! I?m am a fucking stud and I want everyone to know it!

Daniel was blabbing, nearly in tears thanking me, telling me I was the hottest man he?d ever met. He tried to give me his number as I left, but I just shook my head.

?I know where to find you Danny. See ya around.?

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Back on the street I walked aimlessly. I was still horny and reeling from my Starbucks experience. By the time I finally payed attention to where I was going, I found myself on the same dark alley I?d gone down a few hours before. Once again I was standing right in front of the costume shop!

?What the hell,? I said to myself, ?I might as well go in and tell that lady how happy I am with everything.?

Walking into the store, the shopkeeper looked at me quickly and said, ?Oh no, not satisfied? Come quick, we?ll fix it before your party.?

I couldn?t even utter a word before she?d drug me by the hand and led me into the back room. She opened drawers full of golden bracelets, chains, and rings all with nearly illegible engravings.

She searched quickly, mumbling to herself. I couldn?t really hear much of what she sad, but I heard a few random words that sounded a lot like ?muscle? and ?strength.? Soon she found what she was looking for. With a cry of delight, she turned around and snapped a new bracelet around my muscular wrist.

?This will fix everything, guaranteed. Now go lie down, I?ll wake you for your party.?

I couldn?t even protest as she pushed me onto the bed I?d failed to notice when we walked in. Once again I was overcome with drowsiness and soon fell sound asleep.

What the hell was I getting myself into...

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I awoke with a start, completely disoriented and unsure of my location. The room was dimly lit and sparsely furnished...definitely not my condo... then just as I began to remember the costume & the bracelet...BOOM the door slammed open and the bright lights flickered on.

?Its party time Dearie, you happier now?? the older women said, indicating a extra-large mirror on the far wall, ?I want every customer to be 100% satisfied.?

Moving to stand in front of the mirror, I watched my rugged jaw go slack. I had been in shock from my earlier transformation, but I simply couldn?t believe what I was seeing now.

I?d looked amazing before; a ripped fitness model/bodybuilder with a pornstar cock wearing a very skimp pirate outfit. Hell, that guy from Starbucks had told me I was the most gorgeous man he?d ever seen and I?d agreed with him.

Until Now.

There was no denying it at this point; I was a god among men. Every part of me was bigger, better, and more manly. Miraculously my costume still fit, though its almost pitifully small size simply highlighted my perfect form.

The torn pants were now shorts due to my increased height and size. My now freed calves bulged below the hems, their diamond shape visible even from the front. The individual heads of my massive quads appeared to be making new tears in the taught fabric, threatening to rip them completely to pieces.

My even thicker cock and more massive balls weighed down the fabric in the front to the point that not an inch of cock was left to the imagination! The weight of my basket pulled the fabric taught around my meaty glutes, making my phenomenal ass seem even more incredible.

Up top, my vest barely came down to the top of my rippling 10-pack. Now there was absolutely no hope of it ever closing across my chest. My pecs were wider and broader than two line-backers, with tan skin that seemed to glow and accentuate their manly shape. My shoulders appeared to be wider than most people were tall, with bowling ball delts that redefined the word ?shreeded.?

Finally my eye?s got to my arms, and I?d obviously saved the best for last. My arms were thicker than most guys legs. My biceps bulged, even unflexed, to mountainous heights. My forearms looked like a roadmap of veins and rippling muscles.

?Holy shit! This is incredible.? I said flexing my powerful arms in the mirror, ?Any chance you can tell me how big I am now??

?Sure, measuring tape is right hear for customers. We can make modifications until you are fully satisfied. Please undress for measurements.? She said with an easy smile.

Damn, whoever this lady was, she really took customer satisfaction to an extreme!

Now normally I never would have have stripped in front of a stranger. But after I?ve fucked someone in Starbucks and then gained another hundred points of solid muscle, what did I really have to be embarrassed about?

I quickly stripped and damn did I look HOT! I was a comic book super hero made flesh. My massive muscles stood in bold relief, seemingly flexed even just standing there. My thin tan skin accented by body, making me look looked a bronzed statue of some gorgeous hyper-muscled Greek god. Of course, at the center of it all, my massive equipment hung low and full, way more endowed than any statue of a god I?d ever seen before!

I flexed on command as she measured, giving me my new stats as she went.

I now stood 6 feet 4 inches tall. My neck was 23? around and my incredible chest 64?. My arms were 26? though they looked even bigger thanks to my incredible definition and parabolic split-bicep peak. She measured my poster-boy 10-pack abs at 32?, a far cry from my blubbery 44? waist that morning. My quads were 35? around, each bigger than my waist! And my calves were no slouches either at 25? massive inches each. Stepping onto the scale she told me I now weighed 335 lbs and my bodyfat was at 4.4%.

All the number and flexing only got my juices flowing more. By the time we were done, I was standing in front of the mirror with a raging hard-on. Again, the old me would have been mortified, but that really didn?t make sense anymore. Without a word from me, she grabbed her tape measure and stretched it up and around my oh-so-sensitive dick. 16? long and 6? around. Damn, I must to have the biggest cock in the world!

Just hearing those numbers caused my dick to spasm, sending thick ropes of cum across the mirror for nearly a minute. I started to apologize, but she just silenced me with a look.

?You seem happy now, are you Satisfied??

I just smiled, unable to take my eyes of my reflection. My perfect body, massive cock, and ruggedly-handsome face. This was a dream come true!

?Very satisfied, but I am going to need to buy some new clothes for the rest of the weekend.?

?I have some to fit BIG men. I will get some together while you get dressed. Don?t want to be late for the party!? She said with a smile, leaving me alone in the back room.

I got dressed, still amazed at how this costume stretched to fit my every curve perfectly. I don?t know if I looked better naked or clothed; hell I didn?t really matter. I looked fucking amazing regardless. I didn?t even need to flex to look hotter than any bodybuilder I?d even seen. I was a god, dressed like a pirate man-whore.

I was just about to leave the room when my wide shoulder brushed up against an draw she?d left open. As I turned to close it I noticed a collection of rings, all with similar markings to the bracelet she?d given me earlier. Out of character again, I took 5 of the rings, throwing them in the pocket of my vest.

Walking to the front of the store, Janice, she finally told me her name, handed me a bag full of clothes with a warm smile.

?These should get you started, I keep things in all sizes for my customers. There are a few surprises in their too. If you need anything else come back to see me, I will be here next Halloween weekend as well. I hope you will be happy for now.?

?How could I not be happy?? I replied smiling and pulsing my big pecs, ?this is what I?ve always dreamed of. I never thought I?d be so happy to have gone costume shopping.?

She gave a slight bow and I headed out of the store. Finally I was on my way to the party, preparing for what was bound to be the greatest nights of my life...

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All I can say is, Thank God I had a Wrangler. I never would have fit in a normal car. As it was my 335lbs were feeling cramped as I pulled into the parking lot about 40 minutes after the official beginning of the party. I would be walking in late and, hopefully, all eyes would be on me for my BIG entrance. After flexing in the reflection of the windows one more time, I buckled my toy sword (man did this thing looks small now), put on my hat, and headed into the reception hall.

The first person I walked into, literally since she was so small compared to my now gigantic form, was Amanda. My boss was dressed up as cat-women, and I have to admit she pulled off the tight leather outfit well, filling it out in all the right places.

Her appreciation for my costume my obvious, because her mouth dropped open as she bounced off my line-backer sized pectorals.

?Holy Shit Mark, is that you? Are these for real?? She said, placing her tiny hand on one of my thick pecs. I bounced and flexed it for her approval, watching as she licked her lips in lust.

?Well you are certainly going to be a hit with that costume! Lets get you a drink.? I just smiled down at her as she wrapped her arm around my colossal bicep, noticing how her small and weak her hand looked in comparison.

Our trip to the bar took forever, mostly because Amanda insisted on taking me around the party and showing me off. I quickly realized she was trying to make it seem like we had more of a connection than we truly did, but to be honest I really didn?t care. I simply smiled, flexed, and enjoyed the endless stream of compliments on my ?costume? and body.

Nearly everyone asked to feel my flexed bicep, chest, or abs. I was all to happy to oblige. I?d never had any muscles to speak of, let alone flex. I?d only been at the party for 30 minutes and already was the star of the evening. I?d had nearly a dozen numbers slipped to me when I realized I needed a drink.

Finally, after reassuring my new Fan Club I would return, I broke free to get to the bar. It was great watching the crowd part for me as I walked, and watching the eyes move across my pumped torso to inevitably land on my packed crotch. This was going to be one hell of a party!

When I, finally, got to the bar my night took a whole new turn; that?s where I met Chris.

Chris had been one of the first people I?d noticed at work, and one of the few in the office that morning. Not only did he have a beautiful smile, but his well-tailored suit accentuated what was clearly a fantastic body. Now I saw just how good a body it was!

Chris was wearing a small leather gladiator skirt, a sword buckled across his beautiful chest, and some leather sandals. Combined with his Italian skin, thick black hair and piercing blue eyes made him a real stunner. Not even one of the digitally enhanced guys from 300 could have held a candle to him; He must have been 240 lbs of solid gorgeous muscleman!

Confident in my new body, I walked right up to the bar next to him. Chris spilled his drink as my massive framed filled his field of vision. Clearly he wasn?t used to having someone bigger than him around. To intimidate him a bit, I placed my significantly larger arm on the bar next to him. Flexing slightly, I ordered a scotch on the rocks.

He was staring at me this whole time in awe, so while I waited for my drink I turned to him with a smile. That?s when I noticed it. Right around his left-wrist was a tiny intricate tattoo. Yep, nearly identical to the one I had early that day. Now things were really getting interesting.

?Chris,? I said in my deepest rumble, ?My names Mark, I?m the new guy.? He just gulped in response as my hand engulfed his during our handshake. ?Love the costume, Janice pick it out??

The look of shock on his face was priceless, although he quickly covered it with that handsome smile,

?Yeah, she uhhh... helped me out two Halloween?s ago when I first moved here. I?ve been, well...enjoying it ever since. You obviously went with a larger costume??

?Well I have to tell you,? I said leaning close, ?I didn?t plan on it, but I?m certainly loving the results,? I flexed my massive bicep in his face, letting him take in all 26 perfect inches of it. ?What do you think??

He leaned in close, practically whispering to me, ?I think you are the hottest thing I?ve ever seen. I also think that if I don?t get what?s left of those pants off you soon I?m going to rip them off in the middle of this party.?

My deep rumble of a laugh made heads turn. Never before had I thought I would be proposition like this at any bar. And to have it happen over my Halloween ?costume? and by one of the hottest guys I?d ever seen, yeah never!

?Well we wouldn?t you to have to do that, might start a riot.? I rumbled with a sly smile.

?Then how about we solve both our problem?s? Meet me upstairs in conference room 3C. Five minutes, don?t be late.? With that Chris speed off through the crowd and disappeared out the doors.

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What a day of firsts. I?d started a new job like any normal person. Then I?d grown an extra 100+ pounds and 4 inches of absolutely astounding muscles, had someone beg me to fuck them at Starbucks, become the center of attention at a party, been propositioned at a bar, and now I was fucking an insanely gorgeous muscle-stud on my company?s conference room table with my 16? cock.

Chris, the fuckee in this case, was loving every second of it. He couldn?t get enough of my size and my strength. I?d been lifting the conference table and flexing every muscle for him, all while he jerked himself off and licked every inch of my god-like body. Eventually, like Daniel, he started to beg me to fuck him.

I easily lifted him up and placed him on my 16? cock, his augmented ass sliding perfectly around it. He went wild at my show of power, wrapping his thick legs around my powerful body. Soon both of us were lost in ecstasy as I fucked him on the conference table. He licked/rubbed/squeezed/tweaked every part of my superior body.

I don?t know how much time passed while we fucked. But as I unloaded my third incredible orgasm inside Chris? beautiful ass I heard a gasp. Amanda, my boss, was standing there staring at me. She watched with a slack jaw while Chris moaned with the removal of my huge hard cock out of his overloaded ass.

Flicking a drop of cum from my still rock-hard cock, I smiled at her and waved.

?There is plenty of me to go around. Ready for a ride pussy-cat??

This was going to be the best Halloween ever.

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[muscleboi25]

WOW that was intensely fabulous! My own appendages are twitching with delight. Thanks for sharing this story and hopefully there is more to come

[Mdlftr]

Funny! i love the narrator's arrogant and cocky attitude!

TRICK OR TREAT!

[Lucas88]

I would have had to go with the gladiator...

?Look at you my dear, how splendid,? she said in a raspy voice, ?What do you dream of being??

"Uh...6'5" and FOUR hundred pounds of muscle instead of three hundred?" At least that's what I would have admitted to...wonder what I would have ended up with........

Love the rewrite...remember the original!

[Terrylee Long]

This is a very HOT story with lots of way it could go. I would agree with the guy who replied above me, I would be the gladiator. The bigger the better.
Thanks for writing stories for guys like me who can not write worth crap.
It is fun to read them and then dream about the person we wish we could be.
Thanks again.

[philat99]

Now to find out how the stolen rings figure into your plot. Great writing!

[nnnrg]

Nicely revised. I remember the original and you have definitely improved it. (Sometimes, rewriting is a bad idea, but this came out very well.)

[Beemer133]

Thanks for all the positive comments everyone! Working on part 2 for the end of the month!

[Lucas88]

Originally Posted by philat99

Now to find out how the stolen rings figure into your plot. Great writing!

OH YEAH!!!! The RINGS!!! And...the surprises in the bag???

Really looking forward to where this goes and...does he get into any trouble with Janice for taking the rings or does she just TSK TSK at the results and say..."you silly boy"?