Zombie Muscle - Part 5

[Massivebdy]

Zombie Muscle - Part 5


For a fairly small town in Utah the kid was surprised that four gyms had managed to stay in business, prior to the onset of the plague, of course. But now he welcomed the fact, especially when gym number three proved to be the motherload of what he was looking for. Part of the community college, the big gymnasium boasted the largest membership and it appeared quite a few of the regulars had decided to hang around. When the kid opened the door he saw more than fifteen zombies, some short, some tall but most all of them impressively muscular. They circled around the gym floor, the majority in tattered workout shorts and tank tops, dried blood and dirt caked onto the clothes attesting to the nature of their post 'alive' status. All of them were young. Their pent up cum would be ideally potent.

In the two weeks since his first zombie muscle spunk milking the kid had lost count of how many of these types he'd sucked dry. What he knew, and more importantly could clearly see, was that his own once small framed boyish little body was a thing of the past, a happily forgotten memory. The kid walked across the hard wood floor with the cocky swagger of someone whose body commanded attention for its obvious superiority. Even the zombie studs recognized the distinct gait of a fellow builder, their latent memories of their former jock lives still lingering somewhere in the remnants of their brains. Their thirst for the kids life force drew them to him as much as some undercurrent of envy for his beautiful heavyweight wrestlers type build.

Still shirtless from the first morning he saw muscles filling out his body, the kid hit a few poses for his zombie audience before he started appraising which one of them would be his first draining of the day. Like always he honed in on the biggest one there and singled him out to be the last one he knocked unconscious. By this time he'd gotten this down to a science, and he knew how to incapacitate as easily as he did how to kill. For his purposes he would be sampling all of them, one by one, and with each new ingested load he knew he'd feel that heady sense of power as the aggression peaked, his anger releasing in physical exertion and then his body responding with more and more muscle growth, each time taking him to a new size, turning him into the muscle god he wanted so much to be.

By the time night fell, he'd sampled four of his latest food source, and powered through some workouts and destruction of property that defied belief. He didn't bother measuring, but he was sure his arms had put on an inch or two in size, his chest maybe three, quads two, and all in a single day. A week of this, and he'd rival the best of any championship bodybuilders he could remember. The thought of which made the kid's dick twitch in delight.

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"Sergeant, there are reports of small clusters of people about fifty miles outside Salt Lake City. Several sightings that indicate human activity, but it's not confirmed," the soldier reported.

"What sort of sightings?"

"Campfire smoke, from a building rooftop, very small and contained, but seemed worth investigating."

"Let's do it then, we haven't checked that area in months," the Sergeant ordered. "Send a small recon, five or six. Report back to me."

The soldier nodded and was dismissed. The Sergeant lit his cigar back up, his supply so limited now that he only allowed himself a few puffs each day. He looked over the map spread out on his desk and the check marks indicating the few pockets of people remaining in the state. Whoever was left out there he had to find. Survival depended on numbers, and re-population was the only answer. He hoped there'd be some fertile woman in one of these new groups, they were imperative. And as senior officer he'd be among the first to try impregnating them. The gene pool had to be strong, and in this new world it would be survival of the fittest. He told himself this to justify his future actions, trying not to think about the fact that he really was just desperate to bang a woman and get his rocks off. Having a higher purpose made it less morally ambiguous.

He heard the Hummer starting up outside his command post and a sudden pang of anticipation made him rise from his desk and call out to the driver.

"Hang on Connelly, I'm coming with you." The Sergeant turned the cigar around, putting the burning end out in his mouth. He pulled the strap of an automatic rifle over his head and strode out to the vehicle. The soldier riding shotgun automatically hopped out and went to the back with the other men. The Sergeant stowed his rifle and slid onto the front seat, looking over at Connelly, the former Navy Seal whose highly trained body filled out his make shift uniform. He smiled to himself, knowing that among this elite force of men he'd pulled together, he easily had the best body. His bare arms bulged out from the rolled up sleeves of his camouflage top enough to reveal impressive peaks and striated triceps straining at the fabric. Hand-to-hand none of them would stand a chance against him, a fact he simply liked knowing.

"Let's go save the world men," he offered in a commanding voice. The possibility of taking out some zombies along the way always made him hard.

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The kid saw the smoke last night. It would have been easy to miss, clearly a fire that wasn't too big, not meant to draw attention. Had to be people, and, he had to admit, it was time to rejoin the living. He'd accomplished what he needed to, and then some, and thought about going back to? some place. That was the funny part, he couldn't remember where he'd been just a few weeks ago, let alone before the world had turned upside down. He felt sure he'd remember, if he just started out for some destination then maybe he'd recall where he'd been, but he only ended up wandering around the city trying to find something familiar. When he saw the smoke it came as a welcome sign. Somewhere to head for. And people, he needed to find people.

It was near the edge of town, on the roof of one of those bulk-buying grocery stories. That made sense. A good place for people to hole-up with all that food and supplies at hand. He wondered how many there might be. The building was huge, but that didn't mean anything. Living people had been dwindling fast. The zombies only grew in numbers and as many as he took out, and drained, there was always a seemingly endless supply to take their place. The store was still a good half mile away, but he knew where he was headed now and started walking towards it.

At the entrance a fifteen foot truck was parked sideways, blocking the doorway, and the steel gateway rolled down completely. Neither posed an obstacle to the kid, who only took one easy breath before lifting the front end of the truck and moving it aside, then gripping the bottom of the gate and like an easy deadlift hoisted it up as the sound of padlocks snapping echoed off the metal. He walked straight down the main aisle, looking for signs of people, and was beginning to think no one was actually there until he heard the unmistakeable ratchet of several rifles cocking. He looked up where the noise came from and saw a small group of people peering over boxes, perched on the storage racks six feet off the ground, with three long dark barrels pointed at his chest. Their wide eyed faces frozen in fear at the sight of him. He raised his palms forward, in a "I-mean-no-harm" gesture but it wasn't until he spoke that they lowered the rifles.

"Relax people," the kid offered a smile. "No weapons here, just me."

"Holy crap fella, we almost blew your head off," a red haired guy said, leaning forward over his rifle to look at the new comer more closely. "Thought you were one of them. Damn. Good thing you spoke. What the hell have you been through?"

The kid had forgotten how he must look. He was covered in weeks of grime and gore. "Sorry, I didn't think of that. I haven't been able to clean up in some time. Didn't mean to scare anyone."

"How'd you get in here?" another voice asked from above.

"I moved the truck," the kid answered without elaborating, letting them think he hot wired it or put it in neutral and rolled it. "How long have you all been here? It seems like a good place."

They started climbing down from the platform and the red haired guy answered. "Probably close to four months for me and Bud," he gestured to a twenty something heavyset kid that looked like a younger brother. "Others found us awhile after that, and Jenny and her dad were the last two, just about a week ago."

"You don't have a gun?" Bud said with a tone of disbelief.

"No, not a fan of them," the kid answered.

"You're huge," the younger red head blurted awkwardly, obviously awed by the size of the kids remarkably muscled body.

"Yeah, I know." the kid smiled and shot a glance at red's crotch, confirming what he'd quickly suspected. "Would it be alright if I joined you all? I haven't been with people in quite some time now."

An older woman stepped forward from the group and came towards the kid, her hand extended. "Of course you can, and we're happy to welcome you." She shook his hand and looked him over, assessing the sorry state of his torn shorts and the layer of filth covering him. His matted hair was an undeterminable color and her maternal instincts kicked in. "We have to get you cleaned up and fed. Are you hungry?" She asked it automatically, as any mother would, but looking at the boys incredible size it was obvious he wasn't missing any meals.

"A hot shower would feel amazing."

"It certainly would, but at least we can offer the shower part," she smiled and patted the back of his hand. "It's down this?"

"I'll show him," Bud broke in eagerly. The woman let go of his hand and nodded, as the two young men started down one of the long aisles toward the back of the building. The others gathered around the woman and they all began to discuss the new arrival, still a bit shocked at his appearance but pleased to have another person joining their small group.

Young red turned into a small store room and pointed up towards a hose with a shower head nozzle that hung from the ceiling. "There's a tank on the roof. It's not ice cold, but?"

"But I'm still gonna freeze my balls off."

"Pretty much."

The kid unzipped his shorts and let them fall to the ground, stepping out of them and kicking them aside. "Pretty big set of balls to freeze, huh?" He enjoyed watching Bud's, look of shock that registered so clearly at the sight of his giant pair and the frighteningly big cock that hung down between them. "Now you didn't think a guy my size was going to have some little pencil dick did you?"

The red hair shook back and forth.

"Anyone here know about you? What you like?"

Bud looked surprised, but then relieved. "No one."

The kid bent an arm up in front of his chest, the huge peak mounding up into a thick perfect globe, "How much do you want to touch that?"

"Oh god," Bud stammered, the air spilling from his lungs.

The kid pulled both arms up into a jaw dropping double biceps, "You ever see anything this fucking perfect in your life?"

"No."

"No, I didn't think so." The kid laughed, and reached for the valve that turned on the hose. "I'm gonna need you to scrub my back, I can't reach it."

"Huh?" Bud was slow to keep up, distracted by the enormous muscular body in front of him.

"Get naked," the kid commanded as he stepped under the water and started working at the coating of grit and dust and blood that covered him.

Finally catching up to the task at hand, Bud pulled off his clothes and reached for the soap and small scrub brush beside the make shift shower stall. He went to work removing the top layer of filth, then marveling at the smooth glistening skin, tinged with pink, covering all the deep trenches and high mounds of thick powerful muscles that made up the ridiculously wide v tapered back. Never in his life had he ever seen such a muscular physique, and here he was touching it, marveling at it like some perfect white marble statue come to life.

The kid raised both arms over his head, and the geography of his muscular back rippled and changed like a glacial mountain range shifting. The melon sized delts bugled out into Bud's face and he couldn't help but lean forward and start to lick them. The kid slowly revolved and faced the red head worshipper, presenting his massive chest for the eager mouth. "Suck on that meat!" And Bud did.

It had been much too long since the kid had sex, well, sex with the living. He was as primed and ready as Bud and the warm mouth suckling on his man tit sent a wave of tingling pleasure coursing through his entire body. From what had become pure habit he slid two hands under Bud's armpits and lifted him up off the ground, bringing the red pubic bush even with his mouth. He fell onto the throbbing young dick and like the cock sucking expert that he was he brought the long neglected organ to a pre climax state in a matter of seconds. Bud, about to release his payload, arched his back and moaned in bliss as the kid syphoned him dry, swallowing the copious load that slammed against the back of his throat.

Bud hung like a rag doll, spent and relaxed and then he realized that this impossibly muscled creature was still holding him up in the air as if he were weightless, which he knew he was anything but. The thought of such strength started his dick rising back up almost immediately.

"Finish cleaning me up, then I'm going to fuck you," the kid stated simply and set Bud down, looking at him affectionately as he held out his big arms to be scrubbed.


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"So it's just the ten of you?" The Sergeant asked the oldest man who seemed that he might be in charge of the group. "And only the two women? Your wife and the girl there?"

"Yeah, we're it. We lost two people over this past month," the gray haired man paused a moment, a silent tribute to the fallen. "But it's been better since we came here. It's pretty tight, the building, and supplies are good. We got lucky."

"There's only eight of you here," The Sergeant observed.

"Someone new came, just today. Right before you guys. He's showering up, Bud's with him," the older man explained. "Should have seen him, he was in a sorry state. Looked like he'd been through hell and back."

The Sergeant nodded, his mind elsewhere. "We've got a compound, about fifty miles south. More than a hundred people. We're rebuilding there, trying to start fresh. It's a good place."

Heads turned towards each other in the group, excited, pleased. No one liked the isolation, the feeling of hopelessness that came with being cut off from other people.

"Supplies are good there? Resources?," the older man asked.

"They're all right. But they can always be better. We can bring stuff from here, we have trucks, makes sense to stockpile what we can at the compound. The more people we can gather together, of course the more we'll need. But we'd be happy to have you all join us." the Sergeant, who wasn't a natural smiler, offered his best terse grin.

"Well, I don't think we even need to discuss it, we've felt trapped here. We'd like to go," the older woman answered for everyone. The sight of uniforms and strong capable men was reassuring, a sense of security in a world that no longer understood the concept.

"Excellent," the Sergeant answered. "Our vehicle can take half of you now, I'll stay with four of our men and we can start prepping what needs to be transported. We'll send trucks back and take as much as we can. Have the zombie scum been massing, or pinning you down here?"

"No. They sometimes move through in herds, but we're pretty low profile in here, they usually just pass by. But we get stragglers all the time, like anywhere."

The Sergeant nodded. "Good, let's do it then. No time like the present, we want to do this while we have daylight."

The small militia team spread out and started coordinating the e-vac.

"Find the other two," the Sergeant told Connelly, who nodded and moved out, sweeping through the building.

When the Navy Seal found the shower room he strode in, not expecting the sight that greeted him. A red haired guy was bent forward over a shipping crate and behind him, pumping his dick into the eager ass was a twenty something young kid with the most outrageously built body the Seal had ever seen, one that was far superior to his own highly trained and nurtured physique. Instantly a wave of jealousy, and disgust swept over him. He walked up next to the pair, oblivious to his presence, in the throws of their passion.

"Faggots," Connelly announced in a voice colored by pure hatred. "I hate faggots."

The kid opened his eyes, startled at the broad six foot two soldier at his side with the face snarled up in distaste, and then he simply drew back his arm and shot out a fist that connected with Connelly's head and dropped him instantly, unconscious, to the ground.

"Fuck you, jarhead," the kid mumbled and went back to business.

[Yachirobi]

Fuck yeah! I'm really getting into this story. I love that there's so much sexy action here but that the story takes precedence. And I love that homophobe getting punched in the face! That said, I bet he gets to sucking zombie dick pretty soon.

[Shade]

I must say I'm really enjoying this. It's so unusal for the forum, and yet so familiar. A nice breath of fresh air. Very much look forward to reading more. And hoping Sir might make another appearance. As well as hear the tale of how he discovered the benefits of zombie cum.

P.S. Yachirobi, don't forget that zombie cum doesn't suit everyone. We've not heard exactly what it did to the people with Sir. Where it failed.

[Lucas88]

Great job, Massivebdy! Keep it going!

[Londonboy]

I love it! More please.

[iceman75]

If I had my way, the Kid wouldn't grow very muscular at all, maybe he would get all ripped and stuff, but I just like the fact that he's got so much power now without having all the muscle that usually goes with it. That's one of my bigger fetishes, seeing regular looking guys overpower big muscle jocks, very few authors do those kinds of stories, it would be fun to see Kid turn out stronger than Sir without being near as big, but that's just my opinion.