The Hanazin Warrior Academy

[Oliver904]

Sean's body ached all night, so he didn't get a good night's sleep. He did manage a few hours, but his blaring alarm clock told him it was time to get up for another horrid day of school. And his alarm clock actually blared, as for some reason, it seemed a hundred times louder.

Sean was 18 years old, and a freshman in college. He was never a morning person, but today was different--for most parts at least. He still was groggy when he went to brush his teeth, his brain still unaware of everything, even as he glared at a strangly different reflection staring back at him (he thought he was still half asleep), but today was his birthday.

It wasn't until he went to change out of his bed clothes that he noticed he wasn't wearing any. He shook his head and blinked his eyes to rid his morning handicaps, and almost immediatly passed out.

Sean couldn't believe his eyes, literally, as he turned to look in the mirror next to him they were a different color. His once dark brown eyes were now blue. But his eyes weren't what flustered him. His hair had changed--from strait black to curly blond. And still, most of all, his body had changed. There wasn't the dark, sporadic hair growth he had despised since puberty, instead a light, fine blond covering had replaced it. His skin was the smoothest he had ever seen it, and most spectacular of all, his body--well, it just wasn't his body.

His once almost concave chest was now like the chests of the swimmers he saw in the Olympics. He pushed his arms down to see the straitions in the center deepen into ripped muscle. He ran a hand down the bumps of his now six-pack abdomen, stopping as his finger touched the lower parts. The muscle was extremely lean there, both sides a "y" shaped vein running across the dark, tanned, surface. He saw his hands then, their power seeming dangerous, perhaps deadly. They looked like hands for crushing. Sean opened and closed his palms, watching the veins flex from his forearms and biceps. He turned to the side to check his shoulders, three striated sections defying the skin, a single vein on both sides mapping their way to his bulging pecs. He flexed his triceps like he saw the bodybuilders do on T.V., watching as the muscle formed the perfect horseshoe shape.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Sean turned towards the door of his bedroom. He realized his door wasn't locked. Whoever it was, they were going to freak when they saw him, and most likely not in the good way.

"Just a second," Sean said.

But the person didn't abide, and the door swung open, Sean standing dead center, naked.

"Dad..." Sean said, not knowing what else to say as he glared at his father standing there with birthday cake in hand.

"Happy Birthday," his dad said. He put the cake down on a nearby dresser, and grabbed Sean into a tight embrace. "Happy Birthday, son," he said again, lifting Sean from the floor as if his new body was not a factor. "Eighteen, Sean. Finally." He eyed Sean up and down. "Look at you! That's my boy!"

Sean saw what he was glaring at. His cock had hardened from all the excitement, and now sat there throbbing up and down with each beat of his now pounding heartbeat.

"Dad!" Sean said, turning around as quickly as he could.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, Sean," his father said.

"Dad," said Sean, "I'm naked--and is my penis the first thing you noticed."

His father laughed, clapping his hands together. "Sorry, but it's been a while since my transformation, you know."

"T-transformation?"

Sean had always thought his father was huge, but he just thought he worked out a lot. And even now, the red A-shirt his father wore exposed the massive slabs of meat that were his pecs, his shorts revealing the vascular muscle of his cut, lean quads, and perfectly defined calves, the right one having a thick vein running down to his ankle.

His father pointed to Sean's bed. Sean had been too preoccupied with his new muscles that he didn't even think about what had happened to his bed clothes. Sean walked up to his bed and lifted up the shredded remains of his Hanes t-shirt and small boxer briefs.

"You mean, at night?" Sean asked. "I transformed...transformed into this?"

His father smiled. "All people like you and me do on their 18th birthday."

Sean didn't know what to say.

"Eat your cake later," his father said, breaking the silence. "Why don't you come downstairs first. There's someone who wants to speak with you--oh, and don't forget to get dressed." He smiled.

Sean's face flushed a bright red. He nodded, and his father left the room, closing the door behind him.

***

It took Sean a good ten minutes to find something that would fit, and in the end, he succeeded with a black sleeveless shirt, that still felt as if it would shred if he flexed his pecs, and some gym shorts, the massive, cut, vein covered legs unable to hide into his normal jeans. Sean found that he actually had to tighten the drawstring of his shorts just to keep them on his now 28 inch waist.

As he reached the last step, his eyes settled on a huge man standing in the living room with his father. He wore a black, sleeveless Karate-Gi, the muscles in his chest and arms easily visible beneath. Sean had to check if his jaw was hanging on the floor.

"You must be Sean," the man said, walking up to him. He extended his hand.

For a minute Sean was afraid to take it, thinking the man just might crush the very bones in his hand, but took the shake in good faith and manners.

The man looked back at his father. "So the prank tradition continues."

Sean's father chuckled. "Like you said, tradition."

"Prank? This can't be a prank?" Sean said, his spirits falling a bit.

"Oh, no no no--not the transformation bit, just the 'not giving you proper clothing for the night'. If you want my opinion, I was kind of glad my father didn't give me fitting clothing either," the man said with a laugh. "I'm Professor Michael Pearce, of the Hanazin Warrior Academy. I'm the head of the House of Dragahna."

Sean noticed the patchwork on the left breast of his gi. There was a Huge, Muscular man (looking a lot like the one standing in front of him) surrounded by a transparent golden orb--like a force field, and that surrounded by a wreath of olive branches. I'm here as your guide."

"Guide?"

"Guide to help you settle into your new school."

Sean didn't know if he should cheer, or sulk. He hated his present school, but the idea of going to a new one. Honestly, everything was happening to fast to comprehend.

"First things first," Prof. Pearce said. "Take off your clothes."

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“But I just put them on,” Sean said.

“I need you to take them off for the test,” Prof. Pearce said.

“Test?” said Sean. “Already?”

“Not that type of test, Sean. Don’t worry, it’s just so I can evaluate where the best place to put you would be.”

“Alright,” Sean said, shrugging his pumped, ripped shoulders. Like he thought, he only had to flex into a chest pose, and his shirt shredded from back to front. “My shorts too?”

Prof. Pearce nodded, and Sean took off his shorts, not opting for the quick method—he thought he might need them later if he didn’t have anything else.

“Very impressive,” Prof. Pearce said, circling Sean’s naked form. “I see you have your father’s genetics—lean, yet powerful muscle. Your vascularity is also very impressive for being at a resting phase.” He raised a hand off to his side, and suddenly the furniture started rearranging itself, as if moved by some invisible force, clearing the floor around them.

“Did you do that?” Sean asked.

“Questions later, Sean,” Prof. Pearce said. “You’re in the middle of a test.”

Sean nodded, a bit embarrassed.

“First, the test of strength and endurance,” said Prof. Pearce. He raised his hand again, and two metallic balls, about the size of baseballs, rose from a black duffel bag and into the professor’s huge palms. “These balls can be programmed for any weight, pounds to tons.” He looked at Sean. “Stand here,” he said, pointing to the center of the cleared area. Sean obeyed. “How much do you usually curl?”

“Curl, Sir?”

“Bicep Curls?” Prof. Pearce said. “You do them, don’t you?”

Sean shook his head. “Not really.”

“Don’t worry,” said Prof. Pearce. The balls let off a blue aura that faded as quickly as it had begun. “We’ll just start you at…say, 550.”

“550 what?”

“Pounds, of course,” Prof. Pearce said. “Don’t want to start you on tonnage right off the bat.” Prof. Pearce handed the metal orbs over to Sean.

The balls felt a bit heavy, but not 550lbs, more like 20 by Sean’s estimation—he wasn’t much of a lifter. He wouldn’t have believed that’s what was in his hand if all that had happened hadn’t already happened.

“If I drop ‘em—”

“Don’t,” said Prof. Pearce.

Sean nodded. He stood still for a good few seconds.

“Well, lift already,” Prof. Pearce said. “Curl them up.” He grabbed Sean’s wrists and showed him the motion. “Up and down, that’s all there is to it.”

From the very first curl, Sean’s biceps looked like they were ready to burst from his skin—like somebody had put two softballs in his skin and covered them with thick steel wires. Sean watched again as his forearms flexed and became corded, each section and striation of muscle clearly visible as they worked to hold the metal orbs. With each rep his muscles felt stronger, not weaker, as if he could go on all day, and he could almost see the blood running through his bulging veins, supplying his muscles with the necessary power. His biceps looked like they were working hard, but he didn’t feel it, and within one minute he had already done 100 reps, starting slow at first, but building speed as the confidence of his strength overtook his apprehension.

“I’m going to increase the weight, Sean,” Prof. Pearce said, and the two metal balls glowed the familiar blue.

They did become substantially heavier, but still, nothing Sean couldn’t handle. In fact, he didn’t even slow down.

“That’s 1,100lbs, twice what you were doing,” said Prof. Pearce. “How’s it feel?”

Sean looked down at his arms, the “y-vein” in his right bicep grew larger and now there was another smaller vessel moving horizontal from it. Did his biceps grow? They did look rounder, more defined

He had reached 500 reps now, his muscles deeply corded and bulging, his cock, thick and throbbing, 12 inches long, now displayed for everyone to see. He wanted so bad just to reach down and stroke it, but he couldn’t risk dropping the metal orbs, and he didn’t want the surging feeling of power to stop.

Funny thing was, Prof. Pearce didn’t seem to notice, as if this was something he had seen all the time. Even as his cock dripped dollops of its own lubrication onto the floor, he didn’t seem bothered. Honestly, it had stopped bothering Sean as well. He was beginning to feel good being naked, his brain entertaining thoughts of walking back into his university, cock hangin’ out, muscles bulging, just to rub it in all the senior boy’s faces.

“Swimmer’s Press,” said Prof. Pearce, miming the motion to Sean.

Sean followed, catching on immediately, pumping out 30 reps in the first 10 seconds.

“Now, bend your knees,” Prof. Pearce said, and Sean obeyed.

Sean glanced down at his legs, his quads cut in perfect symmetry, veins pushing to the surface from the tear-drop on up through his inner thigh, snaking in “v’s” and “y’s” across his bulging muscle.

After 300 reps, Prof. Pearce raised the weight to 3,000lbs and instructed Sean on how to do Shoulder flys. It was Sean’s first real workout, but it wasn’t much of one if that’s what it was supposed to be, and after a whole hour of Prof. Pearce gradually raising the weight and changing the exercises, he allowed Sean to rest.

Sean didn’t need it, and Prof. Pearce seem to know it. He smiled in admiration, and turned to Sean’s father.

“He’s got your talent, Max,” Prof. Pearce said.

“I knew he would,” Sean’s father said.

“Talent?” asked Sean.

“You don’t get tired, and your power continues to rise during stress,” Prof. Pearce said. “That’s a rare talent among our people.”

“I still don’t even know what you mean by that,” said Sean.

“The Hanazin people, Sean,” Max, Sean’s father said. “That’s what our family is—has always been, with the exception of your mother. Me, you, and your brother.”

“Me too!”

The three of them turned towards the stairs. Sean’s five-year-old brother Kenneth stood there, cake all over his face.

“Not for another few years,” Max said.

Kenneth ran out in front of Sean, gawking and clearly amazed. “Whoa,” he said, placing both hands around Sean’s right forearm. Sean curled him up like the metal orbs before, Kenneth laughing.

Sean put him down and Ken limboed under his still erect, and throbbing cock.

“Stop that!” Max said, running over and picking up Ken by his shirt. “Let’s go clean the cake off of your face.”

Sean and Prof. Pearce were left laughing.

“Do you mind if I—”

“Not at all,” Prof. Pearce said.

With that, Sean disappeared into the ground floor bathroom. The mirror reflection was very pleasing, and made Sean that much more excited to jack-off. He wanted to flex his pumped body for a good few moments, curling in mock fashion, watching his biceps swell once more. He jiggled his pecs, which made him smile because he always wanted to do that, his chest massive enough to hear it, veins covering the surface towards his collar. He saw the V-Shape taper of his back, and he turned around to see the reflection in the mirror. He did a double-bicep pose, pushing his shoulder blades together, and pulling them apart just to watch the lean muscle move about—He couldn’t help it anymore.

He grabbed his cock and stroked it like a madman. The ecstasy he felt was like no other. He watched himself in the mirror, his strong, manly hands moving up and down his already lubricated shaft. The veins in his cock and balls bulged and constricted as if alive. The reflection of his face went from a smile to a fierce grin as he felt the ecstasy rise. He felt his muscles growing, his chest swelling and becoming more striated, his arms becoming more ripped, defined, and corded, his dark skin seeming to become thinner as the rest of his body grew. A strange power surged through him, the walls rattling behind him.

“Yes,” Sean said. “YES!” he screamed, a vase shattering, the mirror cracking—and Sean climaxed, blasting so much cum on the walls that it back-splashed onto his lean, sinewy body. He came for a good 30 seconds, shooting load after load onto the bathroom walls.

Sean faced the cracked mirror, his massive chest rising and falling in heaving breaths, every muscle a good three inches thicker, his cum covered torso a true image of a powerful man. Oh Fuck yeah! Sean thought. If I get to do this for tests at this new school, it doesn't seem so bad...

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?Sounds like you had fun,? Prof. Pierce said when Sean returned.

Sean had taken a quick shower and stood with his towel around his waist. ?Was it that noisy??

?You shook the foundation,? Prof. Pierce said with a chuckle. ?If we didn?t hear it, we certainly felt it.?

?Sorry,? Sean said.

?Nothing to be ashamed about,? Prof. Pierce said. ?It?s one of the reasons I asked you to take off your clothes. Your shorts would?ve ripped right off. In fact, you?ll spend your first three weeks in school completely nude during your Strength and Muscle Training classes. The newly transformed always have trouble controlling that?but don?t get me wrong. It?s completely natural.?

?You sound like my health teacher at my school.?

Sean?s father, Max, entered the room. ?So what?d you break??

?Break? Um?The vase?and I kinda cracked the mirror,? said Sean.

?That?s it?? Max asked. ?Jeez, my first time I took out my parents wall.?

?So did I,? Prof. Pierce said, he and Max laughing in good spirits. He looked over to Sean. ?Are you ready for your next test??

Sean nodded. ?Ready as I?ll ever be?apart from clothing, that is.?

Prof. Pierce extended his arm out to the side and the shorts that Sean had removed earlier flew into his hands. ?Here,? he said.

Sean took the shorts, dropped the towel, his flaccid 8-inch cock exposed once again, and put them back on, tightening the drawstring like before. He watched the muscles of his six-pack abdomen tighten as he tied it off, the sight almost succeeding in making him hard again.

?So,? Sean said, ?What?s next??

?Speed and Flexibility,? Prof. Pierce said. A wooden bo-staff flew from the corner of the room and into his palms like the orbs before. ?All you have to do is dodge my attacks with this staff. The trick is to not only move, but bend. That?s why it is also a test of flexibility as much as it is speed. You can also counterattack, if you know how, that is.?

?You?re going to attack me with that?? Sean asked.

?If it hits you, you can trust me, it won?t hurt a bit,? Prof. Pearce said. ?Not this staff at least.?

It wasn?t the staff Sean was worried about. As Prof. Pearce gripped the staff, the muscles of his arms flexed and bulged, defined and appearing that much more destructive with the continuous channel of veins that ran from his hands to his biceps. Prof. Pearce?s arms were outlined perfectly, a deep, narrow chasm between his peaked bicep and powerfully formed tricep, his shoulders like two finely sculpted globes, striations even within the already three lean, and ripped sections of his delts.

Sean was so preoccupied with Prof. Pearce?s muscles that he didn?t see the stick coming. Without even thinking, Sean ducked under the stick, Prof. Pearce continuing the attack coming towards his torso. Sean did a backbend, amazed at how flexible he had become. He then did a handstand and pushed up from the ground, his powerful shoulders pressing him up into the air and into a back flip. Sean was too amazed at what had just happened and Prof. Pearce?s stick hit the side of his head. He was right, it didn?t hurt, not one bit, but Sean didn?t want it to happen again.

The stick moved like the wind, a blur in the Professor?s hands, but Sean dodged and bended, cartwheeled and flipped about, and finally saw an open spot. He rammed his fist into Prof. Pearce?s huge, meaty chest and was immediately taken back. It felt like he had just punched a steel wall. Sean stood there shaking his fist to relieve the pain.

?I should?ve told you that that would hurt,? Prof. Pearce said, halting his attack. ?But I have to say, Sean, very impressive.?

?I didn?t know I could do that,? Sean said, still feeling a bit astonished. He wasn?t even a bit tired from all the moving about. He kept a normal breath through the whole thing. And he actually did a full backbend. He could never do that! He bent down and put his palms flat on the floor. He then turned to the side and lifted his leg in a high sidekick, a whole 180 degrees from his other. ?How the hell??

?I?m surprised you even countered with that punch,? Prof. Pierce said. ?Most first years are too afraid to do anything else but avoid the stick.?

?You suggested it, so I thought I?d try it,? Sean said. ?Don?t know if I?ll do it again though.?

Prof. Pierce chuckled. Max applauded his son, slapping him on the bare, ripped muscles of his back, then patted him on his rippled midsection, Sean noticing that the contours of his obliques had become more defined since his check in the bathroom.

?I?ve decided,? Prof. Pierce said.

?Don?t you still have the Mind Test?? Max asked.

?Already did it,? said Prof. Pierce. ?During the Speed and Flexibility Test.?

?That?s progressive,? Max said.

Sean wanted to know what he meant by ?Mind Test?. Was Prof. Pierce in his head? If he was, Sean had no idea.

Suddenly, Sean felt a surge of power shoot through his entire body. His father must have felt it too, as he let go the second it happened. It felt like an electric current, but one that excited Sean, made him feel powerful. He stuck his arms out to the side, his legs planted firm. Sean felt the need to bellow, like some kind of war cry, and found that he couldn?t help it, and so did, shouting at the top of his lungs. The walls were shaking again, and the far bay window shattered behind the curtains, along with all the light bulbs in the room. Sean knew what was coming next, as he felt the blood rushing through his bulging veins and to his muscles, feeding him more power to grow.

The process overtook him, and he didn?t care anymore about broken things, or anybody around him. As his legs widened, his shorts shredded clear off, his cock first flopping out, but gradually increasing and hardening?eight inches, nine inches, twelve inches, fifteen inches?a whole three inches longer in little less than half an hour, and his girth seemingly had increased its diameter. His abs became leaner and more vascular, the fat melting away beneath, giving his six-pack the chiseled look like no other. His chest ballooned and the center parts became more shredded, like his chest was built from separate horizontal slabs of meat. The veins in his arms pulsed under his golden skin, as veins took the width of arteries, and more of the unseen came to the surface, feeding his ripped arm muscles. The change stopped, but Sean still felt as if his body radiated with power. He looked down at his now massive hands, glaring at them in disbelief of what he felt he could do with them.

?Unbelievable,? Prof. Pierce said. ?Another Power Shift in the same day. Now that?s progressive, Max. Must be your genetics at work again.?

?Must be,? Max said, flexing a 23 inch arm into a bicep pose.

?So, Sean, are you ready to find out where I?m going to put you?? Prof. Pierce asked.

?I?m not sure what you mean??

?Your school House,? Prof. Pierce said. ?There are Five altogether: Dragahna, the House of the Dragon, known for their high levels of Natural Energy, Ferunah, the House of the Wolf, known for their high levels of Sensory Perception, Tyserren, the House of the Tiger, known for their Speed and lasting Stamina, Eumorah, the House of the Falcon, known for their high levels of Psychic Energy, and Behlmore, House of the Bull, known for their supreme levels of Strength.? He paused, eyeing Sean. ?Now, your father was placed in Eumorah, but it?s my belief that you should find home in Ferunah.?

?The House of the Wolf??

Prof. Pierce nodded.

?That?s awesome,? Sean said, grinning from ear to ear. ?Better than some stupid bird.?

?That stupid bird won the House Cup 7 years in a row,? Max said.

?I?m afraid it?s Behlmore that reigns now,? Prof. Pierce said. ?Believe me, Dragahna has tried for years to take the cup in the Tournament, but?? He turned back to Sean. ?Anyways, it?s now for Prof. Jacobson to decide what to do with you. He?s your head of house.? Prof. Pierce went over to his bag and pulled out a grey Karate Gi and a black belt, which Sean realized was there only to match the black trim of the uniform. The patchwork on the left breast wasn?t like Professor Pierce?s. Instead, a Howling White Wolf on a black background was there, the top portion a half-length golden line of a circle rose above the Wolf. Under the Wolf was a banner reading: Ferunah.

?That?s your Uniform,? said Prof. Pierce. ?You?ll get more once you arrive, though, like I said, your first three weeks will be spent in the nude?for the muscle and strength classes, at least. Your Flying Class, Acrobatics Class, and some others will require a different uniform, which you will also receive upon arrival.? He then reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled from it a silver ring, handing it over to Sean. ?This is to be worn at all times, from now until you leave the Halls of our school. It is also your ticket into our dimension?Your father will explain when ready.?

?Do I like have to take a train, or something?? Sean asked. ?They do that in this one book??

?Yah, I?ve read that book,? said Prof. Pierce. ?But no. Your ring will do all the work.? Prof. Pierce stuck out his hand. ?Good Luck, Sean.?

Sean went to take his hand, but poked the Professor with his massive hard-on. ?Sorry,? he said.

Professor Pierce shrugged. ?You get used to it,? he said, his ripped deltoids still an utter amazement to Sean. He made a note that he would work to have shoulders just like him. Sean grabbed hold of the Professor?s hand, looking up at the handsome and angular face of his guide, strangely admiring the black stubble on his chin.

?Quite a strong grip you got there,? said Prof. Pierce. ?Much stronger since the first time we met. I have a good feeling about you, Sean. I?m kind of disappointed you weren?t right for my House?but it?s the rules, ya know.?

?Thank you for all your help, Mr. Pierce??

?Professor Pierce, Sean.?

?Sorry,? Sean said. ?Still used to my other school. I?m hoping that will change.?

?It will,? said Prof. Pierce. ?I can promise you.?

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Sean had never slept better. He dreamed of flying and running faster than he ever thought possible, his muscles growing at will, things crashing into his giant pecs and crumbling to pieces, and most of all, Professor Pierce.

Sean never thought of himself as gay?in fact, he never thought of it at all. He assumed he liked girls, but never had any interest in romance, dating, and all that other stuff because of his horrible self-image. But all that changed along with his body. Sean began to realize that it wasn?t just a physical change, but a change of many things?Mental, Social, Spiritual. Honestly, he wasn?t sure what all that meant, just that things were simply different.

His dreams of Professor Pierce were filled with events he never thought he?d do, but things he SO wanted to do when his Guide was standing in front of him. How he wished that Professor Pierce would?ve just grabbed his cock when it was right out in front, reaching down with his manly, powerful, hands and stroking his 15 inch shaft with all his might. Sean longed to rub his fingers across the ripped peaks and valleys of Michael?s (that was Professor Pierce?s first name, and that?s what he called him in his dreams) shoulders, and tracing his fingers across the bulging veins of his arms?and all those things were made real to him, at least in his dreams.

In his dreams ?Michael? would ram his cock into his mouth, Sean barely able to wrap his lips around its girth. He had never seen Professor Pierce?s package, of course, but he had to assume that it was bigger than his fifteen-incher. Sean would try to swallow every drop of Michael?s cum, all of his blasting loads, the torrents of excess dripping from his chin and onto his hard body, his muscles growing as if it were some powerful nourishment. Professor Pierce would let Sean smash anything he wanted against his steel hard chest, and always it would feebly crumble. Even in his dreams, Sean felt his Guide?s power radiating into him, making him stronger, giving his muscles a new strength?

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

?Sean??

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

?Sean, get up.?

Sean blinked the sleep from his eyes, revealing the tent his cock had made before him in his blankets. Sean didn?t know how much of his load he had blown in his sleep, but it was quite substantial from the looks of it. He threw the soaked sheets off of his naked form and got out of bed.

As if the massive cock tent wasn?t enough assurance, Sean would look down at his right hand every morning since Professor Pierce had left to check on the silver ring?just to see if it was still there, and every morning of the three weeks that had passed, he was glad to see it was.

His dad had let him borrow a pair of sweats, seeing as nothing Sean owned would fit him anymore. He put them on, tightening the drawstring against his chiseled six-pack, and went downstairs for breakfast.

His little brother Ken was gulping down his usual favorite, Coco Puffs, and his father sat near him at the table reading the morning paper in his shirt and tie, ready for another day at work?CEO at his own Marketing Firm.

Sean went to the cupboard and grabbed a glass, shattering it to pieces between his fingers. Ken jumped at the noise.

?You have to be careful now, Sean,? Max said, standing from his chair. He crossed over to the cupboard and grabbed a glass for Sean. ?Try two-fingers for the time being,? he said with a smile.

Sean went for the fridge door?

?Uh uh,? Max said, stopping his son. ?I?ll get that.? He opened the door and got Sean the Orange Juice.

?I?ve figured out how to control my powers enough to open doors, Dad,? said Sean, his pecs jumping up and down as he moved his arms to grab the juice (he still loved that feeling).

??Regular doors,? Max said. ?Bedroom doors, the front door?though it took you a while to get that one right?but refrigerator doors are different?you have to tug on them, and I?m afraid you probably would?ve sent the door clear into the opposite wall.?

Sean shrugged. ?Not that you can?t fix it.?

?Still,? Max said. ?I?d rather not have to keep doing it, ya know?? He smiled, and patted his son on his muscled traps. He reached into his pockets and pulled out a wad of bills. ?Why don?t you grab something to eat? You can stop by the mall and buy some extra clothes as well.? He handed the wad of money to Sean. ?That?s $500.?

?$500!?

?I just want to make sure you have enough,? Max said. ?You?ll be starting school in a week, and, though people don?t really wear clothes all that much there, I think you?re going to need something every now and then?oh! And don?t worry about sweaters and warm stuff. You don?t need it anymore.?

?Is the weather hot at the Academy or something??

?No,? Max said. ?You just don?t need that stuff anymore?unless you?re going to try to fit into human society during the winters, like myself?anyways, your body will adjust to any and all temperatures naturally. So just buy whatever you want.?

Sean gulped down the rest of his juice and placed the glass on the kitchen counter?just a little to hard?

SMASH!

?Sorry??

Max sighed, raised his palm, and the two broken glasses fit themselves back together as if they were never broken.

***

Sean got to the mall by running the whole 3 miles. Not once did he break a sweat, and it took him only about seven minutes. Sean was immediately greeted with gawking people. He could almost hear them thinking, most wondering how a young kid had the well-developed muscles of a champion athlete. Sean made a point to wear one of his father?s smaller t-shirts, black with sleeves that stopped at upper-bicep, allowing a view of his pumped arms. Veins surfaced the longer he let his arms hang down, the single and y-shaped cords on his biceps almost throbbing, snaking down the lean muscle to meet the vessels that wrapped and channeled around his forearms and powerful hands.

He passed a couple college girls who whispered in each other?s ears as he walked by. Sean waited for just the right moment to make his pecs jump under his tight shirt, the girls? giggling turning to squealing and whooping. Sean also made it important to wear his father?s best fitting jeans?the ones that would accentuate his ass the most. He had a good feeling his careful choice of apparel was paying off, catching both men and woman staring at his backside more than once.

He stopped at Abercrombie and Fitch, scoffing at the buff male-model in the entrance mural. He never received any help at A&F before, so he never shopped there, and still nobody approached him?probably too intimidated. Sean grabbed the biggest shirts he could find, a couple smaller ones just for fun, and a good few size 28 shorts (cargo and other). As he passed the underwear, he made sure to grab the low-rise cuts and as many A-Shirt wife-beaters as they had. He then brought them to the counter.

?Can you hold these for me?? Sean asked the sales associate.

The sales-boy didn?t respond for a good two seconds, only able, apparently, to stare in awe at Sean?s chest traced into the tight fabric of his shirt.

?This underwear,? Sean repeated. ?Can you hold onto these for me? I want to try this other stuff on.?

?S-sure,? the young man said. ?I can do that. Let me get you, um, get you?a um?room?fitting room.?

Sean nodded, aware of what was wrong with the young man, but still finding him strange. He thought of flexing just to make the young man cum right there in front of his female associate, but decided against it.

?Watch the floor, Mary,? the young man said to the girl.

Sean followed the young man passed the fitting rooms.

?Where are we going?? Sean asked.

?To a?um?private fitting room,? said the young man. ?I thought you might need help trying those on.?

Sean grinned menacingly, and snuck into the back room with the young man, who locked the door behind them. Sean immediately pulled his shirt off with both arms over his head, making sure to go slowly to allow the young man to mentally take in his body. First, stretching back to accentuate the perfect, chiseled form of his washboard abs, while pulling the shirt up over his face, allowing a good shot of the lean, striated muscle of his pecs. Sean slung the shirt in the boys face, the two of them laughing a bit.

The young man handed him the first shirt?a sleeveless tee with the numbers 69 patched on the front, an A&F patch near the bottom right corner. ?Try this one,? he said, shakily handing it to Sean.

Sean put the XL shirt on over his muscled torso, his chest still tightly protruding to the front, almost like it was etched into the fabric, the valley of his pecs visible under the 69. The young man led him to a mirror and Sean stood there amazed and excited by what he saw. He looked like a fitness model at his top form, his tanned skin seeming as if he spent hours at the beach. It went well with the light blond hair that covered his head and body.

?This is perfect,? Sean said.

?I was going to say the same thing,? said the young man. ?Would you like help getting it off??

Sean chuckled. ?Sure.?

The young man approached slowly from behind, wrapped his arms around Sean, making sure to push his hard cock up against his ass, making certain to rub Sean?s massive shaft under his shorts as his hand passed to grab the bottom of the shirt, and lifted?more like rubbed?the shirt off of Sean?s body and over his head.
?You?re one big boy,? the young man said. ?In more ways than one.?

Sean turned around and again made his pecs jump. The young man went silent then, and seemed to have trouble swallowing. Sean would fix that.

?Why don?t you try this one,? the young man said, grabbing a red muscle tee, ??try this one on??

Sean took the shirt from the young man and put it on over his head. It was a stretch fabric, also an XL, but for some reason it felt too tight. Sean moved his arms about, front and back. It was fine, no ripping. Then he did a flexed chest pose, and the shirt tore from his skin, back to front.

?Holy shit!? the young man said.

?Sorry,? said Sean. ?I?ll still pay for it.?

?Yah, you will,? the young man said, approaching Sean once again, this time from the front. ?But not with any money.? He placed a shaking palm on Sean?s steel hard chest, running his fingers over the light blond fuzz, into the valley and over the ridged striations. His tongue worked slowly over Sean?s right nipple, licking then turning to sucking. Sean grasped the back of the young man?s brown haired head, guiding him.

Sean pulled him up to be face to face, the young man?s eyes a beautiful sea-green, his cute face like that of Hayden Christensen (Sean?s favorite actor). They kissed, their tongues rolling over each other?s, the young man seeming to want to eat Sean?s chiseled features, rubbing his tongue over Sean?s chin stubble.

Sean tore the young man?s shirt right off, the buttons flying in all directions, hitting the walls and low ceiling of the backroom. Sean was rather impressed to see the young man actually had a nice lean body, almost like his own after the initial transformation. He easily lifted the young man up, cradling him in his brawny, ripped arms by the small of his back. Sean returned the nipple favor, the boy moaning in ecstasy as he worked his tongue over the ellipse.

Sean could feel his cock begging to free itself, the fifteen-incher pushing the fabric to its final limits, shredding his father?s shorts. He put the young man back down. Sean was now completely naked, and the young man wasted no time in grabbing his slick, shiny pole.

The young man fitted his mouth over Sean?s cock, the girth almost threatening to rip the boy?s jaw off, but he managed. He wasn?t going to let the size of his mouth stop him from a dream cock-suck. Sean pushed the back of the young man?s head further up his shaft, the boy gagging a bit, but all the while moving up and down Sean?s cock at a steady pace. After a good 5 minutes of the young man sucking Sean?s massive cock, Sean grasped young man?s skull, held tight, and blasted his entire load in his mouth, the young man gurgling, but swallowing all that he could?excess flowing from the sides of his mouth, down his chin, and plopping in blobs onto the floor. The walls were shaking again, boxes were falling off the shelves, clothes were dumping onto the floor, but Sean?s cock continued spewing his hot cum into the young man.

When the cum stopped, so did the quake, but Sean wasn?t ready to stop. He tore off the young man?s jeans, underwear and all, and pulled him up to his feet. ?I?m not done,? he said, shoving his cum covered cock up the young man?s ass.

?HOLY SHIT!? the young man screamed. ?OH FUCK! OH JESUS!?

Something took over Sean?s mind. He didn?t know if it was lust, or the sheer excitement that he was in control. He repeatedly rammed his cock into the young man, their skin slapping together, echoing in the room, the sound only muffled by the boy?s moans of ecstasy. The young man didn?t seem to care if anyone in the store heard them, nor did Sean.

He continued his madman like fucking, feeling his face turn to ferocity like his mind. He picked up the young man and slammed him into the adjacent wall, continuing to push his iron rod into the boy. Sean was fucking him so hard that the stone under the young man?s hands began to crack. It only made Sean that much more excited. His rational mind had turned itself off and he didn?t care if he took down the entire building.

?FUCK ME!? the young man shouted.

Sean didn?t need to be told twice. He ramped up the speed, the slapping of his crotch against the young man?s ass almost indistinguishable to count, stone powder falling from the wall, painting the young man?s hands white. And then, the power surge?the one like before.

Sean saw the veins in his forearms bulge as he held onto the boy?s waist. He watched again as the fat seemed to melt under the skin and the muscles of his arms became bigger, his hands growing thicker and meatier. He felt the muscles of his legs grow both in length and width, lifting he and the young man further up off the floor. Sean?s chest looked as if it were reshaping itself, pushing his torso further apart and filling itself with blood, veins, and powerful muscle fiber. The mirror lay close enough so Sean could watch his transformation, though he hadn?t forgot about the young man. He saw that the Serratus muscles became more defined from his chest?s reshaping, the lats of his back widened, and his traps were growing as he watched.

The muscle growth made him extremely horny, and he was ready to cum again, feeling his cock engorged with blood, pushing against the walls of the young man?s tight ass, its girth and length growing along with the rest of his body. The young man was left only to his whispers, but shortly after he came, he surprisingly went back to screaming ecstasy (YES! OH FUCK!)?the room began shaking again, the stone powder falling from the building?s foundation, the fluorescents popping, making the room dark, the last bits of Sean?s transformation taking place, etching out the muscles of his abs, more veins forced to the surface at the lower parts, when Sean began the same bellow like before. He felt his ball-sack swell, pumping and ready. The power, the fucking POWER!

Sean blasted the young man?s ass with every last bit of cum he had, the overloaded parts rejecting the hot fluid onto Sean?s ripped quads. The shaking slowly went to a rumble, then died away, Sean?s rational mind returning.

The room was dark from all the lights exploding, though Sean could still see just fine. He pulled his cock out from the young man?s ass with a slimy sound. The young man lay still, and Sean checked his pulse. He was still alive, breathing and all, he?d just passed out.

Sean grabbed up his clothes?the one?s not covered in cum?and put the 69 shirt on with one of the pairs of shorts. It was hard to stuff his still erect, though retreating, cock into a pair of boxerbriefs he?d grabbed off one of the shelves. Sean slowly opened the door.

Everything was black, and the voice of the girl could be heard saying, ?Is everybody okay? We just had a small earthquake, everything will be up and running in a few moments.?

Sean cursed himself, and returned to the back room. He grabbed up all the clothes he wanted to buy and an empty bag. He crushed all the alarm sensors in his hands, and left $200 dollars on the floor. He thought it would be enough to at least cover the cost of the clothes.

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When Sean returned home he had spent all but $10 dollars of his money. He was careful not to let himself get carried away again. He had stopped off at DICK?S Sporting Store to buy a good collection of Speedos, Gym Shorts, Muscle Tees, and Tank-Tops. He had to resist trying out the equipment to keep himself from getting excited again.

It was 4:30 PM when he came through the front door with his several shopping bags. His dad waited for him near the television, the news playing footage from the mall.

?Centralized Tremor near the Gardens Mall,? his father repeated. He stood up and turned around to face his son. ?You wouldn?t know anything about that, would you??

?Not a thing,? Sean said.

Max chuckled and shook his head. He began going through Sean?s bags, looking at all the things he had bought. ?You have some nice stuff here.?

Sean immediately reached into one of the A&F bags and pulled out a pair of shorts. ?These are for you,? he said. ?I kinda busted your other ones.?

?Busted??

?Yah,? Sean said. ?Busted??

?Not in public??

Sean shook his head. ?Thankfully, no.?

?You have grown a bit since this morning,? Max said, ??well, more than a bit?Jesus Christ you?re gettin big!? Sean had thrown off the 69 Shirt he had been wearing and stood before Max, his new, bigger, leaner muscles on display. ?You?re going to be one of the bigger first years.?

?So, this school,? said Sean, ?is it all boys??

?100%,? Max said, still looking through Sean?s bags. ?Looks like you spent all the money on clothes. Did you eat??

Sean smacked his forehead. ?I forgot.?

?Come on, Sean,? Max said. ?That?s the best part. Eat whatever you want, whenever you want.?

Sean picked up the bags, Max helping him with the ones he couldn?t carry.

?I just haven?t been very hungry,? Sean said, the two of them making their way up the stairs.

When Sean pushed his bedroom door open, he saw that there was a gift laying on his desk.

?I got you something,? Max said.

Sean put the bags down and walked over to his bed. ?What is it??

?Open it.?

Sean tore the gold paper off the box and removed the lid. Inside were four large metal rings?bracelets from what it appeared.

?Those were mine when I was in school,? Max said. ?I thought I?d let you have them. The new ones they have aren?t as fine-tuned as these. These are much better. They?ll get you better results.?

?Thanks, Dad,? Sean said.

***

The remaining weeks before Sean started at the Academy passed rather uneventful. Sean actually took it easy, enjoying his new body. He had played Basketball with a group of college guys and schooled them all, dunking and effortlessly making three pointers, even though he?d never played before. He had jumped off high dives at the public pool in showy displays of flips and twists, and even had started surfing. He actually thought he might miss it all, though he was very excited to be starting school.

Sean?s father had led him to an empty field at the edge of a marshy woods area. They were waiting for another student, the student?s father having called Max and asked if he could help his son find his way to school.

Sean had chosen to wear a sleeveless magenta shirt and brown cargo shorts. He wore the ?not socks? with his most expensive trainers. He especially made sure to work on his calve muscles, using the bumper of his dad?s Mercedes in the garage as weight. The results had paid double, as that?s how much bigger his calves had gotten. The two muscles of his calves had become discrete like twin finely cut diamonds covered in fine steel wires. His legs resembled his dad?s from the front view, the same thick vein running down from the front of his right calf and to his ankle. Their appearance gave Sean the feeling that he could kick out a car?s transmission. He actually thought of trying it out, but never got around to it.

After a good five minutes, a young man with a large backpack approached. His brown hair was buzzed short, his skin substantially lighter, not the tanned golden color of Sean?s. Sean ran his eyes over his body as he approached, the boy?s chest stretching the fabric of his red polo shirt, his vascular arms exposed like his well-muscled legs. Like his father had said, the boy wasn?t as big as Sean was, but still breathtaking nonetheless.

The young man stopped in front of them, smiled, and stuck out his hand. ?Jason,? he said.

Sean took his hand and shook it. ?Sean. Nice to meet you.?

?Dude, I have to say,? Jason said. ?You?re freakin? huge!?

?Not so bad yourself,? said Sean with a smile. He noticed Jason?s deep blue eyes, his handsome face perfectly formed like the young Czech Models he had recently seen on the internet.

?You sure you?re a first year?? Jason asked.

Sean nodded.

?What house did they put you in?? asked Jason.

?Ferunah,? Sean said. ?You??

?Same, unfortunately??

?What d?you mean??

?My dad?s the Head of House,? Jason said.

?You boys ready?? Max asked, interrupting the conversation. The two young men nodded. ?Hold out the hand with your ring on it.? The two boys obeyed and Max followed suit. ?This is Maximus Archer, with son Sean Archer and son of Professor Jacobson, Jason Jacobson. We request passage.?

Their three rings glowed and a small black hole appeared in front of them. For a moment it did nothing, but then it shot out both vertical and horizontal, big enough for the three of them.

?Let?s go,? Max said.

?Into that?? Sean asked.

Max stepped in and was engulfed into the blackness.

?You first,? Jason said.

Sean stepped in. He felt as if a cold fluid enclosed around him and the next moment he was funneled through some type of warp. There was no wind, no noise, nothing but purple and black. And then it stopped.

Sean found himself in an open field similar to the one they had just left, Jason standing next to him.

?Will you look at that,? Jason said. Sean turned to see what he was staring at. Before them was the gate entrance to a grand manor like mansion. A good number of smaller manor homes surrounded the main. But it wasn?t the buildings the two of them were gawking at.

Young, unbelievably muscled teens ran along the inner grounds. Some were indeed naked, like Sean?s father had said, their cocks profusely larger than any Sean had ever seen, though still in good proportion to their bodies, while others wore only the pants of their Karate Gis, exposing their ripped muscled torsos glistening in the bright sun. Their pants were colored ranging from Green, Blue, Red, Grey, and Orange. The professors?or who Sean assumed to be professors?wore their entire uniforms, all black, and Sean spotted some with muscles twice as large as Professor Pierce?s. One of them had a shaved head, dark brown skin, and a body that looked like he had been turned inside out, as there were so many thick, bulging veins perusing along his body.

?This is it,? Max said. ?I leave you guys here.?

?You?re not coming inside?? Sean asked.

?Nope,? said Max. ?Give me hug.?

Sean wrapped his arms around his father, having trouble getting passed his lats, when he was picked up off his feet into a big bear hug.

?Arrgh, Dad, you?re crushing me!? Sean said.

His father released him. ?I?m not going to see you ?til Christmas.? He ruffled his son?s hair. ?Take care of yourself.? He went over to Jason and shook his hand. ?You too.?

?Thanks, Mr. Archer,? Jason said.

Sean and Jason entered through the gate and onto the school grounds.

***

Sean was indeed the biggest first year in more ways than one. He had seen what everybody was packing when they were instructed to strip naked in the courtyard and change into their Uniforms. Everyone's cocks had hardened at seeing each other's naked bodies. Most were only 10 inchers at most, maybe 12, but certainly not Sean's 15. Nobody laughed at them, and strangely, not one of the first years were embarrassed to do so. It was probably the reason all of them were asked to strip in front of their guides at the very beginning. Sean had indeed gotten used to being naked, and was actually beginning to prefer it. His Gi was feeling a bit tight, and he couldn?t wait to rip it off his body, his lats struggling to settle within.

There were a hundred first years altogether, 20 for each house?twenty Tyserrens in Orange, twenty Dragahnas in Green, twenty Behlmores in Red, twenty Ferunahs in Grey, and twenty Eumorahs in Blue, all talking about different things: blowing out their parents walls, blasting out T.V. tubes, Jason told Sean his story about how he ruined all the pipes in the house just by thinking about it, while Sean kept all his stories to himself, though confiding in Jason the initial events of his birthday.

Near the back, a group of boys were flexing their muscles, rubbing and touching each other?s bodies in admiration, tracing their fingers across the veins in their arms. Sean had to look away for the time being. He didn?t want to rip out of his only pair of uniform pants. Two Behlmores were already makin? out, their tongues lost in each other?s faces.

But most shocking of all, where Jason?s eyes were glued, two hugely muscular students were in the middle of the courtyard, the bigger one ramming his dripping cock into the smaller one?s ass, bellowing at the top of his lungs, all his muscles growing as he shot his cum into his partner. Nobody who passed seemed to care, one boy even slapping the big one on the ass and rooting him on, saying, "Yah, Rob, that's the way to do it, Fuck 'em good!" There were three students levitating above the courtyard passing out flyers, gliding to and fro when need be, and a bunch were lying on the grass arm wresting, matches often ending with a blast of earth when losers hands were slammed into the ground. A small group near the far back wall across from them were punching and kicking in a dance type formation, perfectly in sync with each other, their hands and feet moving between motions in unbelievably fast blurs.

A man in a black Karate Gi approached the group. His right pant leg had a Tiger design embroidered into it. The group immediately became silent. It wasn?t the man?s size that did it, certainly not, as the man didn?t have muscles like the other professors. In fact, he was quite younger in the face, his hair short and parted down the middle, and his body resembled more of a male model or swimming champion rather than a world class body builder. Still he radiated power, a power only visible in the ripped vascular muscles of his arms.

?Welcome, First Years,? he said in a surprisingly low voice. ?I?m Professor Richardson, Head of Tyserren House. I?m here to guide you through the orientation process. Now I expect you all to be on your best behavior. It?s not easy to show a hundred new students around the school. Those of you who find it in yourselves to misbehave will discover that punishments here at the Hanazin Academy are EXTREMELY unpleasant.? He raised his right palm and the ground in front of him gathered together to form a large stone pillar. Prof. Richardson raised his finger to make sure everyone was paying attention. He made a fist, and rammed it through the pillar so fast that the hole he made stayed for a good five seconds before the rest of the pillar turned to dust.

If the first years were quiet before, they were DEAD quiet now.

Professor Richardson smiled. ?Shall we continue??

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?So, people screw each other in the wide open??

?All the time, from what my dad says. He told me it?s part of the normal behavior and development of Hanazin men.?

Sean and Jason sat on the beds of their dorm room, discussing the events that took place before and after the orientation. It happened to be a rather long event, starting with a quick tour of the classrooms and corridors of the main manor house and concluding with all the students standing in a line for their extra Karate Gis, books, training bands, and all the rest of their school supplies. Not one person had misbehaved, as anyone would?ve been quite crazy to do so after Prof. Richardson?s display.

Sean and Jason had decided to room together. The night had come early in the new dimension and they had just finished putting all their stuff away in their proper places. Sean wore one of the new red Speedos he had bought back home, while Jason settled in just his boxerbriefs.

Sean?s eyes roamed over Jason?s slender, but muscled form, his skin like smooth ivory. He didn?t even try to hide his gaze from his roommate, as Jason kept it no secret that he was doing much the same.

?So, your father never told you anything?? Jason asked, rubbing his fingers over his meaty chest and across his chiseled eight-pack, his index finger circling the hair under his navel.

?What? ?No,? Sean said. ?Nothing?? He stretched back, raising his ripped arms over his head, his six-pack accentuated nicely in the Speedo. He sighed, his flawless, striated chest rising and falling with the inhales and exhales. ?I thought something was funny about my dad, though. It was like he didn?t even have to try in life, ya know? Like he could have whatever he wanted. Money, Muscles??

?It?s why a lot of Hanazins live in our dimension,? said Jason.

?But why were you there??

?Me and my brother live with our Uncle,? Jason said.

?Did he go to school here?? Sean asked.

?No. He?s not even one of us?just a normal human?my dad?s half brother,? Jason said. ?It?s a shame. He doesn?t know what he?s missing.? He flexed his bicep, the peak made higher by thick veins pumping to the surface in vertical and horizontal directions, shapely like a huge, hard lemon. The separation from his tricep was incredible, the valley a clear border between the two muscles, the bulging vessels peaceful roads between the two.

Sean felt his cock pulsing beneath his Speedo. If he allowed it to continue, even the stretchy fabric wouldn?t be enough hold. He decided against allowing his mind to entertain doing anything with Jason. It seemed too soon. ?Yah, a shame,? he said.

***

Their first class of the morning was Strength and Muscle Training with Professor Benson. He was one of the larger professors, built thick like a Champion Weightlifter, his body covered in beautiful black fur, though unable to hide the sheer definition of his muscles. Sean and Jason brought their training bands as instructed, Sean bringing the ones his father had given him, the ones he had claimed were better.

Professor Benson didn?t wear the top portion of his Karate Gi and when he paced through the large classroom, there wasn?t one of the 20 students (10 Ferunah in Grey, and 10 Behlmores in Red) who weren?t staring at the ripped, powerful muscles of his back. His lats alone were enough to demand respect, and as his arms swung to his sides, the striations, from his traps to the erector muscles of his lower back flexed and faded with each step.

Professor Benson stopped when he reached front and center. He placed his hands on his hips, his thick, slab-like pecs twitching, and gave the class a stern glare. "Hopefully you have all gotten over the immature behaviors that plague your age group, but for those of you who haven?t, pray you don?t make me angry.? He paused. ?Your Karate Gis?remove them, and remain quiet.?

The class obeyed, taking off their top-coats first, exposing their muscled torsos?some ripped and slender like world class runners, others like junior bodybuilders?and then pulled off their pants, their thick, hard, dripping cocks finally free of their prisons.

??And don?t think for a minute that I can?t tell what house you hail from. I know EVERYTHING about you: your house, your strengths, and your weaknesses,? Prof. Benson said.

Sean looked over to Jason who stood right next to him, his cock pulsing, veins pumping blood from his abdomen and scrotum. But Jason?s face was stern and serious.

?Put your training bands on,? said Prof. Benson.

Again the class obeyed. Sean had to look over at the other students to see what exactly to do, placing two of the metal bands on his wrists and the other two on his ankles. They seemed to tighten the second it made contact with his skin.

?First exercise,? Prof. Benson announced, his booming voice echoing in the room. He raised his palm and all the bracelets on the student?s wrists glowed blue.

Immediately everyone fell to their knees. Sean felt as if he?d just been pulled down by an unbelievable force.

?That?s Two Full Tons,? Professor Benson said. ?Close to 5,000lbs. Now stand to your feet, and curl up with your arms.?

For the first time Sean felt his muscles actually having to work. He wondered why the floor beneath them wasn?t giving way. He got his right foot under him, then his left a little behind that one, his quads blasting forth every muscle fiber, the teardrop shaped portions becoming more vascular, feeding his legs with the power to stand. Sean was in the middle of the class, watching the students in front of him, their striated glutes, lean harmstrings, and diamond cut calves working to stand. There was no mistaking anyone who wasn?t glad to be naked, their throbbing cocks still on display before them, twitching with every powerful beat of their hearts.

When everyone got to their feet, Sean noticed that some of his Ferunah colleagues were shaking, but none of the Behlmores were. They stood quite sturdy like Sean himself. He remembered that they were the house known for their Supreme levels of Strength. He looked to Jason, who seemed, like he, unbothered.

?Now, bicep curls!? Professor Benson said, his voice thundering about the walls.

Sean curled both his arms up, the bracelets a substantial factor, the muscles of his forearms bulging and twitching, veins swelling. Sean again looked over at Jason, his arms corded like his own, the ?Y? shaped veins pulsing in his biceps. He was moving a bit slower than Sean, but keeping up much the same. Sean had already pumped out 30 reps in the first 10 seconds, higher than even the Behlmores next to him.

Sean looked over at the Behlmore standing to his left. His body was one of those Sean thought looked like a world-class runner?s; lean, ripped muscle defying his skin, light tufts of brown hair growing in the valley of his thick striated chest, and more descending below the navel of his eight-pack abs to the bush of his crotch. The Behlmore boy turned his head, and seeing Sean staring, smiled mischievously.

Sean, rather unaware of his leering eyes, averted them as quickly as he could, concentrating again on his curls.

In the next sessions, Professor Benson had brought them through a total body exercise routine, raising the weight to unknown levels. Sean found the full-body crunches the hardest to do, because they had to pull their arms over their heads and back again. Once they were done, his abs felt like they had no choice but to grow, and watched as his and other student?s stomachs etched themselves into leaner, more defined six-packs, eight-packs, and some rare ten-packs. All around, the student?s cocks were throbbing and dripping, ready to blow. Sean swore that his steel rod would explode if anyone was to even tap it. New muscle was forming by the second in all the students; leaner, meatier, their bodies filling out by a couple inches as their lats expanded. Their arms were left bulging, thick, and corded, the veins in their legs, pulsing and feeding the muscle to grow. Students grew taller, wider, and radiated power.

?That?s all for today,? Prof. Benson said. ?Be ready for tomorrow. I can assure you today will look like child?s play in comparison.?

Everyone picked up their uniforms, but nobody put them back on, unable to stuff their massive, ready to blow packages into their pants.

?I?ll see you later,? Jason said to Sean as they exited the classroom. ?I gotta have tea with my dad.?

Sean nodded, and Jason waved and left down the hall. Sean was bumped from behind.

?Oh, sorry about that.?

It was the Behlmore boy from earlier.

?It?s fine,? Sean said.

?You?re tellin? me,? he said, that mischievous smile returning. He placed an arm on Sean?s massive shoulder, running his hand over the striated sections of his vascular delts. The energy that flowed through Sean at his touch was unbearable, but he wasn?t ready to follow the examples of those in the courtyard, even though he felt the Behlmore boy was. They would find themselves in good company though, as next to them a group of upperclassmen were busy stuffing their meaty cocks in each other?s mouths. Two were actually levitating in the air, a colossal black haired boy pumping his cock into the ass of an equally sized and unbelievably beautiful blond, their moans of ecstasy seeming to go unnoticed by everyone except Sean.

Sean did notice that the building rattled every now and then, small tremors at most, but still noticeable?and now he knew why, as the bodies of all those in the hall began their routine muscular growth, cum raining down the walls. You could feel the power in the air, the same Sean knew to be responsible for all the blown light bulbs, broken glass, and trembling foundations. It was probably why the school used only torchlight and forbade electronics.

?What?s wrong,? the Behlmore boy asked. ?You shy, or something?? He drew close to Sean?s neck, his nose taking in the scent of his manly sweat. Sean could smell the Behlmore boy too, sweet, yet bitter, and for some reason, very pleasing. Professors passed in the hall, simply trying to get by, but none caring any more than the students, even when the backsplash of the airborne dripped onto their uniforms.

?I?m Sean, by the way.?

?Kyle,? the Behlmore said, his face still next to Sean?s, and slowly moving a hand to his bare ass. He sqeezed Sean?s ass, and Sean felt that surge.

Sean swallowed. ?My roommate?s out, if you want??

The Behlmore boy, Kyle, quickly gathered his things, and grabbed Sean by the wrists, starting down the hall and towards the dorms. Sean had to lead the way to the Ferunah Wing, the two of them passing under the Wolf-shaped Archway.

Sean placed his hand against the sensor lock, and the two of them went inside his dorm room.

Kyle pushed Sean against the wall, his cock visibly throbbing. He wrapped his lips around Sean?s cock, pushing his massive pole as far as his mouth would allow. He gagged a bit, but didn?t care and continued sucking and moving his hand rapidly over his dripping shaft. Sean felt an ecstasy that almost immobilized him. Kyle?s tongue worked around his tip like he?d been practicing for years, his shoulder?s widening as he worked, turning Sean on that much more.

Kyle retreated and moved up Sean?s body with his magic tongue, first starting at his navel then to the nipples of his pulsing chest. It was again reshaping itself after the class workout, Kyle rubbing a hand against him, cupping the expanding muscle.

They circled around each other, kissing, trying to eat each other?s faces, moving towards Sean?s bed. Kyle pushed Sean onto the sheets, pushed his legs above his head, and rammed his thick, pulsating cock into his ass. Sean didn?t care that he wasn?t in charge, the pleasure too good to think. Kyle smacked his crotch against Sean?s ass mercilessly, grunting louder with each pump of his now expanding tool. Sean could feel it pushing against the walls of his ass. He couldn?t hold it in anymore. It was too much, too good.

The room quaked and Sean blasted his load over his head and onto the wall behind him. Cum rained on them, his cock refusing to give up. Even when he stopped spraying his hot liquid, he could feel his dick preparing for the next round.

Kyle?s energy continued the quake, his grunting turning to a bellow. Sean watched Kyle?s abs tighten, the veins in his lower parts thickening, growing, and climbing up to his middle passed the navel.

The room shook so much that Sean and Jason?s things began falling off their shelves, nothing fragile, but all heavy. Kyle blew his load into Sean, the impact so powerful that Kyle had to hold tight to Sean?s legs. Sean wondered how so much could come from one so much smaller than he.

Kyle fell over onto Sean, and Sean could feel their bodies changing against each other, the muscles expanding, becoming leaner, dueling for space. Sean rubbed Kyle?s ass and back, his hand moving to his pulsing traps, feeling the bumps of hard, powerful muscle.



Hi readers, Oliver here. I'm tired of writing now, so if you want to take the wheel I would really like that. I want to cut and paste everything from here into the other story section (the one where more people read), giving you full credit, of course, for the story parts that you write. So please, if you will, feel free to continue this story

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?What happened here??

Sean was busy cleaning up the mess he and Kyle had made during their rather fun time together. Jason raised his palm and the leftover cum disappeared from the walls, floor, and Sean?s bed.

?Whoa!? Sean said. ?What?d you do??

?It?s a trick my dad showed me,? Jason said. ?What? How do you think they keep the school clean with peoples cocks blasting loads by the second??

?I was wondering how my dad cleaned it up so fast back home,? Sean said. ?I used to feel guilty about it.?

?So who was here?? Jason asked.

?His name was Kyle,? said Sean, ?the one standing next to me in class?the Behlmore.?

?Kyle Sparks??

?You know him?? asked Sean.

?You could say that,? Jason said. He sighed. ?Just so you know, in this dimension, sex is just that?Sex.?

?Yah, I pretty much got that,? Sean said. He saw Jason was staring at him. ?What??

?Do you want to work out with me before next class?? Jason asked.

?You know how to make the bands work??

?No,? said Jason. ?There?s a gym downstairs with modified weights.?

?Modified weights??

***

?Push it, Sean! Come on, push!?

Sean finished his last benchpress with the 5-Ton bar, his pecs bulging, the veins by his collar pulsing, thickening, and crawling to his nipples in upside down ?Y?s and ?V?s as the muscle expanded. Jason was his spotter, his throbbing cock bouncing before Sean?s eyes in sync with his heartbeat. Sean also had his dick out, unable to contain it in his now ruined gym shorts, the remains frustratingly thrown in the trash. In fact, not one person was clothed in the entire gym, not even the upperclassman, which Jason explained that although they had gained control for their class lessons, they often liked to let loose in the gym. Sean couldn?t imagine being able to control his monster cock, watching it harden and grow as he stood from the bench. In the short while he had been at the Academy, he had learned to accept the strange, highly sexual culture.

Oftentimes, students would stop in between sets just to suck each other off, the weights and bars rattling along with the room every time somebody was ready to blast their load. Sean was due for a good blow, but still didn?t feel comfortable doing it with his roommate.

He was luckily saved by an eighth year student who had crept up from behind. Sean lost his breath when he turned around to look at who was rubbing his ass.

?You need help with that?? the gorgeous eighth year said, his beautiful green eyes looking down at Sean?s thick, dripping cock.

Sean found it hard to speak as he glared at the young man before him. ?Um, I?um, sure, I could?? His brain had turned off, the young man?s model-like body overloading his comprehension skills?pecs like the Statue of David, hard and smooth as marble, his eight pack complemented well by his lean v-muscle at his waist, and a cock like no one would ever believe pushing out from his brown bush. The monster dick dwarfed Sean?s by its length and girth. It sat there bobbing up and down, pre-cum flowing from its tip, veins bulging and retreating through his engorged balls and ripped upper thighs as the blood flowed through his massive pole.

?How ?bout you?? the eighth year said to Jason. ?I can do you both if you want.?

Jason, like Sean, was speechless and could only manage a nod. As he walked over to the young man, a loud banging started in the far corner of the gym. The three of them looked over to find Professor Richardson, the same from the orientation, punching a steel wall, his fists moving in single strikes at first, but then turning to rapid pummeling, the banging sounding like a drive-by shooting, the steel weak under Professor Richardson?s hands, denting and bending under the pressure. Professor Richardson wore only a Black Speedo, his package, disappointing to all the observers, well contained and controlled within.

The eighth year was now the one having trouble breathing. Professor Richardson wore the weight training bands on his wrists. There was no telling how many tons he was bearing, as he pummeled the wall, his quads appearing deadly as they held his stance, the kind of legs that would seem to shake the earth with each step. Thick veins climbed from his bare feet, up his ankles, and through his calves, pulsing and throbbing like the boys? cocks.

With one final strike, Professor Richardson punched right through the metal wall. When he was done, it seemed the training tool would never recover, but Professor Richardson, like so many responsible Hanazins, repaired it with the wave of a hand, the metal unbending itself, flexing and self-mending where the hole was.

Professor Richardson glared at his palms, opening and closing them, watching the vascular, ripped muscles of his arms grow beneath the skin. His chest pulsed like the beat of one?s heart, each seeming to supply more muscle fiber to his already perfectly striated pecs. He left the gym almost as quietly as he had come in, not saying a word to anyone, his muscles still growing as he made his exit.

Everyone in the room grabbed a partner, needing to rid themselves of the excitement they had pent up from Professor Richardson?s unbelievable presentation.

The Eighth year immediately grabbed Sean by his ass and tossed him into the adjacent wall. It reminded Sean of the event with Kyle, except Sean was being held in the air by some unknown force. The young man flew up to meet him, his enormous cock already dropping dollops of cum, landing on the floor in loud plops. He stuffed his mighty piece into Sean, Sean brought down only to strained guttural sounds as he felt his ass squeeze the iron pole of the eighth year.

It was strange having no ground beneath him, but the young man made him forget anything else but the strong thrusting of his cock. Sean could feel the young man?s chest thickening as he pressed his torso against his back, his arms pulsing and growing as he grasped Sean?s midsection, turning to a more upward thrusting, his lower abs rock hard as they slammed into Sean?s backside.

?Oh, Fuck me,? Sean managed.

?You like that?? the young man asked. ?I might need a little help with your friend. Wha?d?you say??

Sean threw out his trepidation about doing anything with Jason. The young man asked for his assistance, and Sean, at this point in time, would do anything he told him to do.

The walls and metal weights rattled from all the others in the room, cum blasting in torrents, muscles growing all around them, lats becoming broad canvases of striated meat, quads becoming thundering, ripped, perfectly sculpted, vascular pillars. Some actually radiated so much power that a blue aura glowed from their bodies, and gym equipment slowly slid away from them like they were being pushed by that invisible energy.

This seemed to turn the young man on even more, for his thrusting changed to hard-core ass beating, the skin of his crotch spanking Sean?s muscular glutes. Sean had to put a hand on the ceiling to counteract the force of the young man?s fuck power. Jason was having trouble waiting around, and went to doing military presses with the modified weights, pumping up his shoulders for his round of fun, his cock sputtering cum with each rep, his ball sack rising and falling as if it were breathing.

Then the shaking started, the metal clanging of the weights and bars ringing in their ears. Sean could feel the young man?s dick pulsating inside of him, and his midsection almost crushed under his unyielding grip, as the young man detonated inside him. Hot cum fell in torrents from Sean?s ass, the young man?s bellowing booming throughout the room, causing more things to shake?the five windows near the back finally giving out, shattering one after the other, left to right. The young man glowed that same blue aura like the others, Sean feeling the power passing into him, feeding his muscles. The young man slid his cock out of Sean and grabbed him around the waist. The two of them glided on down to the floor next to Jason, Sean?s muscles widening, his veins pushing to the surface. His forearms actually looked like the skin was no more as so many vessels channeled in and around his inflating muscles, some thick, some wiry, but all crawling up the skin in a rhythm like running water, in patterns of ?Y?s and complicated ?V?s and ?F?s.

Sean grabbed the weights from Jason, easily tossing the 6-Tons away like they were nothing to his new muscles. He picked up Jason by his waist and lowered him onto his now throbbing, engorged, sputtering piece. The young man supported Jason?s weight from under him, already busy sucking his cock, for it long begged for someone to do so.

Jason could only inhale and exhale in shaky patterns, his hands placed on his head like he was relaxing, but his face in utter ecstasy. Sean smelled his thick, corded neck, and the sweet, bitter scent of man gave his body an almost electrical shock. His muscles were still growing, his legs lengthening and pulsating like Jason?s now moving eight-pack.

The others in the gym had gone back to working out, some cleaning up, others not caring, and some still mid transformation, the testosterone wafting in the air like a pungent muscle growth formula. Sean wished the ecstasy could last forever, but his cock felt otherwise, the quake starting up again, combined with Jason?s effect of his now blasting load in the young man?s mouth. The young man held tight to Jason?s swelling hamstrings, and amazingly kept his mouth at work as the girth of Jason?s cock expanded mid orgasm. Sean watched Jason?s traps pulse and tighten, becoming more ripped and defined, his lats lengthening and spreading out. Sean?s hands felt every bit of growth, and the same electric feeling shot through him, the quaking becoming almost major?the others actually stopping to observe as Sean exploded into Jason?s ass, too much cum to be contained in such a tiny space. It sprayed back onto Sean?s crotch, running down his vascular quads, the warmth keeping him going in an almost endless cycle?but then it stopped.

?Holy Shit!? said a voice from one of the others behind them as Sean pulled his dick out of Jason.

The young man stood up from the ground, grabbed the back of Jason?s head, and pulled him in for a ferocious kiss, moving around his lips like a ravenous being.

?I?m Alex by the way,? the young man said when he pulled away, his muscles still reshaping themselves, throbbing rapidly under his skin. ?Alex Workman.? He chuckled, his smile a piercing charm. ?Let?s do it again some time, huh.? He slapped Sean on the ass as his abs finished their transformation creating a masterpiece of six chiseled squares and two rectangles, cavernous lines etched between them and throbbing veins lining the muscle up and around his fuzzy navel. He lifted his palm and the broken windows repaired themselves.

Sean turned to Jason, the two of them collapsing back on the puddles of cum and sweat, every muscle in their bodies shaking, pulsating, or throbbing under their skin?their pecs filling out together. Sean placed his thick, powerful fingers over Jason?s expanding chest, feeling the striations form near the deep center.

He sighed. ?That was quite a workout.?

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Sean and Jason had to attend two more classes that day. After their workout in the gym, the two of them had gone back downstairs for their ?Natural and Psychic Energy Class? where they had to evaporate all the water in a bucket using only their psychic energy. Jason of course had done very well, having already known how to do it, but it took Sean a couple tries. The professor had to replace his bucket at least three times after he had blown it to pieces. The strangest part of the class had been when their mouths were held shut by the professor?s energy, no one allowed to speak or ask questions, unless with their minds.

After, Sean and Jason had their first ?Flying Class? with the Tyserrens on the beach that was located down a hill well below the school. Again, Jason had caught on rather quickly, and this time, Sean had been the first to follow. Most of the other students had had trouble even getting their feet off the sand, some having succeeded, only in the next second to be flipped upside-down, their legs and arms flailing to come back down. Controlling the psychic energy around them was key, and Sean had had plenty of practice in the previous class.

Lunch and dinner had been served, and afterwards, the students had returned to their dorms in timely and orderly fashions.

Sean and Jason sat on their beds, both in just their boxers, discussing the eventful day that they had when somebody knocked on their door. Jason crossed the room and opened it. It was Kyle and two more Behlmore Boys, all dressed in normal everyday clothes, though filling them out to almost busting.

The one to Kyle?s left had long blond hair, braided into dreadlocks, the long sleeves of his shirt unable to hide the thick, corded muscle beneath, as the fabric seemed a part of his skin?his chest making the thread count extremely important as his mighty pecs rose and fell with each breath.

The other, on Kyle?s right, was a smaller boy, but muscular just the same. He had done his hair up into a spiky fashion. His blue American Eagle t-shirt moved with the massive meat of his pecs, and the white shell choker around his broad neck seemed ready to snap right off. His biceps looked like separate parts of his arms, bulging from the skin, single veins running across the muscle, pulsing as he stood there, his skin smooth and polished.

Kyle wore a patterned button-up over a white wife-beater, his chest a vascular, striated display over the collar. The rest of him had grown substantially since the last time he was in Sean?s bed.

All of them had the same brown cargo shorts, showing off their ripped, shapely calves, the blond?s covered with a sheen, gold fuzz, and thick veins wrapping around the muscle in a pattern more complicated than Sean?s forearms.

?There?s a party tonight, gentlemen,? Kyle said.

?Party?? Jason said. ?I didn?t hear of a party.?

?Not here,? said Kyle. ?In the other dimension. It?s a tradition with my old school.? He patted Jason on his muscled chest, and said, ?So, get dressed, big boy?you too Sean. We?re leaving in three minutes.?

?We?re not supposed to leave the grounds,? Sean said. ?God only knows what?ll happen if we leave the dimension.?

?Besides,? said Jason, ?you can?t pass between the two without permission. Unless? You?re not going to??

?Come on guys,? said Kyle, exasperated. ?Don?t be pussies.?

Jason turned to Sean, a look of apprehension on his face.

Kyle scoffed. ?Look, we leave in three minutes with or without you. It?s up to you.?

***

Sean decided to go, but Jason refused. He warned Sean that Kyle could get him into trouble, but Sean told him not to worry.

The party was filled with about 100 young privileged teens of the local high school. It was like the parties Sean would always see on t.v.?the ones with the expensive cars making a semi-circle in a wood clearing around a fire, music blaring, and enough booze to hold a convention. Sean had always been a privileged kid, but never had he fit in with this crowd. But tonight was a completely different story.

He had finished off the equivalent of half a keg, but didn?t feel any different?apart from the fact that he was actually drinking beer. Girls flocked to him, grabbing his thick quads, massaging their hands closer and closer to his crotch. Sean had to back away a couple times, though this actually made the girls more excited. One girl behind him was forward enough (or drunk enough) to stick her fingers down Sean?s pants.

?Jesus Christ!? the girl said. ?You?re hung like a fucking race horse, aren?t you??

Sean quickly pulled her hand away, and she settled to rubbing his hard six-pack under his shirt instead, though the look in her eyes told Sean she was a bit affronted.

Kyle?s friends were busy in the woods, having their way with two or three partners at a time. Kyle himself stood near a yellow Tacoma, talking with a beautiful brunette, her body like a runway fashion model.

Sean went back to his little event at the picnic table, the girls now peeling his shirt off and over his head. They started squealing when they saw what was under it, Sean feeling a bit awkward, but not so much to keep him from making his pecs jump. The girls squealed again, all of them placing their hands on his torso, feeling his hard, lean muscle, the girl behind him now rubbing both her hands on his massive traps and shoulders. He was feeling good?REALLY good.

Then he heard it. A girl was screaming. Sean saw Kyle there, his button up removed, his arms flexed and vascular in his wife-beater, pinning a burly kid in a letterman jacket against the door of the yellow truck.

?Stop it!? the brunette screamed. ?Put him down!?

The girls at the table were unbuckling Sean?s belt, oblivious to the commotion. Sean pushed the girls? hands away, buckled his belt, and went to try and calm Kyle down. But he was too late.

A few of the jock?s friends came from behind Kyle, trying to pull him off, but his massive body wouldn?t budge. He shoved the jock into the truck, the window shattering as the door caved in, then turned to face the others, their faces now full of fright.

?Kyle, stop!? Sean said, coming up next to him. ?What are you doing??

?Stay out of this, Sean,? Kyle said. ?These guys deserve it.?

?What the fuck happened to you?? one of the jocks asked, his eyes gawking at the bulging veins in Kyle?s pumped, muscular arms.

?You know them?? Sean asked.

Nobody said a word. The jocks slowly backed away from Kyle.

?Let?s go,? one of them said.

?YOU?RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE!? Kyle yelled. His next movement was a blur as he moved to cut the boys off, who were now in a state of panic. Sean didn?t even know it was possible to move so fast.

Kyle?s muscles were pulsing now and his shirt screamed as his lats pushed through and shredded the fabric.

?Kyle don?t!? Sean said, but the next moment he felt a fist pummel into his stomach. He fell to his knees. It couldn?t have been one of the jocks, because it hurt?REALLY hurt. Sean looked up to find Kyle?s two boys standing there, naked, their 12-inch, dripping cocks hanging out.

?Who the fuck are you freaks?? another of the jocks said.

Sean stood to stop Kyle, but the other two held him back.

?Come on, dude,? the dreadlock blond said. ?Don?t you know how to have fun??

The two of them started laughing. Sean could probably fight one of them off, but the two of them were too much. He tried to move, his body now growing, his veins bulging, feeding his muscles, but Kyle?s boys just grew with him?the stronger he got, the stronger the two of them got, their dicks sputtering, their ball-sacks pumping, from the surges of power. Car windows broke, tires popped and deflated, engine cables burst?

Sean looked around at the other high school students. They just stood there gawking. ?GET OUT OF HERE!? he yelled, his cock now pushing against his jeans.

But no one listened, and their cars were ruined. Kyle?s boys just laughed, the smaller one rubbing his fat, slimy cock and blasting his load all over a group of nearby girls, the force knocking them to their feet as the earth shook around the clearing.

Kyle picked up one of the jocks by his chin, tossing him effortlessly 15 feet away and into a tree. The others ran for it as they saw their friend slink to the ground. Kyle moved like the wind, picking up the surrounding SUVs and cars, throwing them aside or sending them tumbling and rolling over and over, people screaming as they got out of the way. The remaining jocks tried to pile into one of the trucks that wasn?t damaged, actually succeeding in starting the engine. They slammed on the gas, but Kyle was there at the front, holding them back, the tires spinning, the air filling with the scent of burning rubber.

?Back up, dude!? one of the jocks inside yelled, but Kyle lifted the truck from the ground, his quads looking like powerful pillars of strength, the ripped muscle covered in pulsing veins growing thicker by the second. He lifted it all the way over his head, his lean, cut delts visibly working to hold the load, growing and adapting.

Kyle was laughing like a madman, his chiseled abs tightening as he did so. ?Not so fucking tough now are you, bitches??

Kyle?s boys laughed along with him, the smaller one with the spiky hair reaching for a nearby girl.

?Where you going, bitch?? he said, holding Sean with one arm and pulling her towards his pulsing body. He pressed his lips against hers, the girl struggling to break free.

?Hey!? The girl?s boyfriend went to punch the spiky haired one, but found his hand in the broad, steel palm of his target, the girl tossed aside into the grass.

?Not too smart, Fuck Face,? the spiky haired one said, crushing the boy?s hands, the bones crackling and crunching under the might of his fingers, laughing and enjoying every bit of pain he caused the young man.

Sean tried to break free, but it was pointless, the boy?s screaming almost deafening in his enhanced, sensitive ears. The spiky haired one grabbed the boy by his shirt and tossed him over-handed a good ten feet into one of the picnic tables, breaking it into pieces.

Kyle spun the truck to be horizontal with his massive arms, grasping both the front and rear axels and pulling them together. The truck buckled, the jocks screaming from the interior, Kyle grunting, his muscles flexing, his biceps now 20 inches, the veins pulsing, growing, moving to his shoulders and spreading to his striated, expanding pecs in conduit-like ?V?s and ?F?s.

?WHO?S THE FUCKING PUSSY NOW!? Kyle bellowed, the truck bending and falling to pieces. His cock shredded his shorts and came out 14 inches, sputtering, ready to blow, its girth unbelievably massive. Kyle was radiating so much power that he didn?t even have to move his arms to crush the truck any further, the force crumpling the steel of the vehicle all on its own.

?STOP!? Sean yelled, people finally running away as the ground began to shake once more.

The blond?s cock exploded at the sight of Kyle, adding to the quake, spraying his hot cum clear into the air and across the forest like a white rainstorm. The blond?s muscles pulsed and grew thicker, his grip on Sean tightening like a steel clamp. Sean watched the blond?s pecs balloon and shudder, blood streaming through rapidly surfacing veins to give power to the new muscle fiber.

?You like that, pussy?? the blond asked Sean. ?We can go at it later if you want. I could use a good?

Everything and everyone halted, unable to move their mouths or legs. The high schoolers fainted around them, the four Hanazin Teens clearly befuddled as to what was happening.

The huge muscled form of an Academy Professor stepped into the clearing. A pulsing ?Y? shaped vein protruded from his temple traveling across a portion of his forehead, and through his black hair. His shoulders were like scallop shaped bowling balls, more striations appearing as he swung his arms in his gait, his pecs jumping in response to the movement of his ripped limbs. His neck was thicker and wider than Sean?s muscled quads, and his huge traps lifted his Gi a whole two and a half inches from his shoulders. If any of the professors spoke true Power, this one SCREAMED it.

He lifted his palm and the clearing returned to normal, the cars turning right-side up, repairing their smashed frames, flat tires, and broken windows. Kyle was lifted by the power from under the truck and put with the other three Hanazin Teens.

?I do believe we are in BIG trouble, boys,? the professor said. ?What do you have to say for yourselves??

Sean felt the seal from his lips lifted.

?Professor Jacobson,? Kyle said.

Sean?s eyes widened. He had hoped his meeting with his head of house would have come together in completely different circumstances.

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?Two days, boys,? the Headmaster said, his booming voice echoing off the walls of his office and into their sensitive ears. ?TWO DAYS! That?s how long you?ve been here at the academy.?

Sean felt his head pounding as the Headmaster spoke. The four of them were brought back to the academy and immediately into his custody. He towered over them with his magnificent form. It was a shame Sean couldn?t stare. He didn?t want to risk the Headmaster knowing he was distracted, especially if those thoughts consisted of checking out his body.

The Headmaster was an extremely tall man, eight feet and 100% muscle. Sean couldn?t see a single bit of fat on his huge, sinewy body. His lat span was five feet wide, his shoulders the size of basketballs. He could crush them with just two fingers if he wanted.

But most surprisingly of all, the Headmaster, though in power for 300 years, didn?t look a day over 30, his handsome, angular face a breathtaking sight. His muscles, tightened, and grew as his anger rose, new veins forming and crawling up his forearms, through his biceps and shoulders, and settling on his massive chest where they pulsed.

?Get outta my head!? Kyle said, whimpering. ?GET OUTTA MY HEAD!?

?SILENCE!? the Headmaster yelled, the walls shaking. Bits crumbled to the ground. ?You are not at your old school anymore, Mr. Sparks, and you would be wise to remember that. Your secrets should be the least of your worries, as tomorrow you will report to Professor Richardson for your punishments. And you should hope that the others in your house do not find out who has put their points in the negative, for as bad as I can promise you Professor Richardson?s punishment will be, it will again pale in comparison to the latter.? He paused, breathing deeply. ?You may go.?

***

Sean threw off the remains of his shredded clothes as he made his way back towards his dorm. He stopped, turned back around and headed for the baths, feeling that he was in dire need of a hot shower.

Both sides were completely empty when he arrived. His cock still lay 8 inches flaccid between his legs. Though it had calmed down from the Headmaster?s intimidating reprimand, his body still screamed for something.

He took to the right side, his bare feet smacking against the marble tiles. He twisted the hot water knob and moaned as the first splash of hot water hit his twitching muscles, the sound of the running water his only company. When he realized he had forgotten the soap, he pounded his fist into the wall, the stone cracking around his knuckles.

?FUCK!?

?Bad day??

Sean drew his fist away from the crumbling crater and turned his head toward the voice. It was somebody he didn?t know, though appeared to be in the same year as he?his smaller frame made a good estimate.

Though he was smaller, his muscles were ripped like those of a champion surfer, his messy blond locks matching that profile. His arms were lean and cut, his biceps long and sculpted, thick single veins running down both his left and right meeting the massive vascular network of his forearms. But it was his impressive midsection that Sean first noticed. It pushed through his tanned skin in a six-pack display that would have put many others to shame with its ripped supporting obliques. Sean?s cock responded quickly. He felt the blood rush through his shaft, pulsing and lengthening with each beat of his heart?twelve inches, fourteen inches, now a surprising 16 inches, the veins throbbing down the thick pole.

?You need soap,? the boy asked, his cock growing as his feet splashed through the showers toward Sean. ?Or do you need something else??

Sean pounced at him, grabbing the boy in the back of the head and pulling him toward his lips.

?I?m Davis,? the boy said.

?I don?t care,? said Sean, the boy quickly silenced. His body was shaking, driving him mad, and his kiss told the story to the young man, Davis. He massaged his lips against Davis?s in a ravenous pattern, then suddenly stopped.

?What?? Davis asked.

?Beg me,? said Sean.

?What?? Davis asked again, sounding a bit affronted.

?Are you deaf!? Sean said. ?Beg me you little shit! You wanna suck my cock or not??

The hot water poured over his body, and Sean knew he looked irresistible. Something raged throughout his body, along with the frustration he felt for not being able to stop Kyle.

?You wanna touch these muscles?? Sean said, spotting Davis?s leering glare. He jiggled his pecs, and ran his hands over them, sliding down his ripped abs and to his throbbing cock. Sean?s hand reached out at lightning speed and grabbed Davis by the hair. He pushed Davis to his knees and rammed his cock into his mouth.

?That?s what you want, isn?t it?? Sean said, the girth of his dick threatening to dislocate the boy?s mouth. Davis gagged a bit when Sean pushed further, his burly hands controlling Davis head up and down his shaft. ?Ah yah, ah FUCK YAH!? Sean let Davis go on his own for a bit before throwing him back against the wall. ?You want more??

Davis was left speechless, but was able to offer a nod.

?Then beg me?get on your fuckin? knees and beg me!?

But Davis was confused, his brain probably not operating properly with Sean?s huge body standing before him, and his massive cock throbbing about in his face.

?You?re fuckin? useless!? Sean said, thrusting his cock in Davis?s mouth so hard that his head cracked the wall behind him. But Davis didn?t care, his moans sounding like he was having the greatest meal of his life. ?Yah, suck it you little shit,? Sean whispered. ?Suck it??

Sean took over and began pumping his crotch hard into Davis?s face, the boy?s head pushing deeper into the wall, the cracks spreading behind it. Sean?s cock was thickening in the boy?s mouth, his muscles twitching and shaking, his veins coming to the surface, pulsing and pumping blood, feeding his transformation.

?Fuck yeah,? Sean said, feeling his arms bulging and reshaping. He grabbed Davis by the hair once again, lifting him to his feet with one hand. He eyed the cuts and striations of Davis?s lean muscle. His eyes traveled down to the boy?s throbbing 12 incher, and his hand shot out to help ease its sputtering pleas.

He gripped the shaft with one hand and lifted Davis, in the same cock grip, and pinned him against the wall. He let Davis?s piece settle into his mouth for a good two seconds. Davis moaned, but his moaning soon turned to gasps as Sean worked his lips around his pulsating tip. With his one hand around the base still supporting Davis?s entire frame, Sean stuffed the thick veiny cock further into his mouth, his tongue moving like it had a mind of its own. It was too much for Davis. The walls began to shake and he exploded into Sean, his hot cum draining down Sean?s throat. Sean swallowed what he could, hoping for more to replace what had escaped down his chin. He felt Davis?s power flowing into him with each new blast, feeding his muscle.

He let Davis drop back to the floor once he had drained into him. Cum flowed down Sean?s growing, pulsating pecs with the shower water. His cock still jumped up and down with his now pounding heartbeat. He felt powerful watching his body grow in unison with Davis?s, their pecs ballooning, their abs tightening, their veins throbbing.

Sean looked down at his hands, the veins in his wrist surfacing back and forth, and spreading through to the bottom of his palms. He looked down at Davis who had begun kissing and licking his feet.

He looked up into Sean?s right calf, tracing the thick pulsating vein that protruded from the muscle. ?Please,? he said. ?Please, I want more.?

Sean chuckled. ?Is that the best you can offer me??

?PLEASE!? Davis said. ?Please, I need more?I want more!? He worked his tongue up Sean?s growing quads, the muscle thickening as Davis worked his lips over the surface. Sean watched Davis?s shoulders widen, his traps shuddering and filling out. The sight made his mind go mad once again.

Davis was on his feet rubbing his hands down Sean?s body, his grip loosening as Sean?s muscles swelled. Davis quickly moved to Sean?s nipples, his tongue circling the area as his hands grabbed at whatever they could.

Sean felt that electrical feeling rush through him and he spun Davis around and shoved his sixteen-inch cock up his bubble ass. He wasted no time, no slow starting pace to help Davis along?only a hard, pounding ass fucking that pushed Davis?s palms into the marble exterior of the shower. His crotch smacked against Davis?s backside, jiggling his ripped glutes, his colossal cock surfacing for only a millisecond before ramming back inside.

He would give no mercy, the little shit was gonna get what he wanted, and still be left wanting more. As the cracks grew around Davis?s hands, so too did Sean?s powerful thrusts. One hard thrust, followed by an even more powerful thrust, Davis?s arms buckling as they tried to counteract the force?and on the next thrust, Sean put Davis through the shower wall, the marble partition crumbling around them, their rock hard bodies oblivious to the falling mass.

Sean marched up to Davis, who had fallen on his knees, picked him up by his waist and again rammed his cock up inside of him. Davis let out a feeble moan as Sean?s cock expanded inside of him, pulsating against the walls of his ass.

?Ohhhhh?Fuuuck??meeeee,? Davis managed.

Sean hammered his backside with a relentless fervor. ?You like that? Do you want more??

Davis didn?t speak.

?I ASK YOU IF YOU WANT MORE!?

?Yes?? Davis muttered, barely able to speak ?Please?please?give me more.?

Sean?s fucking took on a blinding speed, the contact sound of the skin almost one with the next, Davis?s feet slipping from under him, but Sean not giving in. He pounded Davis in whatever position he was in. The quake had begun, but Sean was going to hold on for as long as he could. The walls shook, the floor shook, the pipes gave way, and water blasted from the showerheads all around them. The sight was too much for Sean and he followed suit, detonating his load into Davis. Sean held tight as his cock erupted a torrent into Davis, but soon their slippery skin was too much for Sean to hold on and he blasted Davis across the room, cum surging from his tip like the powerful flow of a fire hose.

He painted Davis white with his hot cum, the rest of it flowing down the drains in loud gurgles. Sean still felt the power flowing through him, his muscles filling out, his neck growing, widening, his spine adjusting to the transformation. Veins pulsed all throughout his mighty form as he made his way up to Davis, who was now slumped down on the other side of the showers, water pouring over his twitching muscles.

Sean bent down and cupped his cheeks with his hand, veins throbbing through his forearms and up to his knuckles. ?Aren?t you going to say thank you??

But Davis had passed out.

Sean sighed.

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The next day, Sean?s stomach felt like it was eating itself, as the anxiety of his punishment wore on his mind. When he had returned to the room late last night, Jason wanted to talk about what had happened, but Sean didn?t, and went strait to sleep.

Sean didn?t even look at Kyle when he entered class the next day and it didn?t seem that Kyle was interested in speaking with him either. He grew comfortable in knowing Jason was at his side, just incase he needed support, though he had yet to fill him in on everything. Sean thought Jason had probably looked through his head anyways, as he had been extra helpful when Sean grew frustrated with his uniform.

Sean?s muscles were growing so quickly that he couldn?t even wear his Karate Gi anymore without the fabric pressing against his massive lats. He wasn?t the only one, as a lot of the first years were showing up without their top halves, some of the Behlmores having to even turn to the side to enter the doorways. Sean had tried to put on his pants, but when his quads flexed inside of them, the fabric ripped from top to bottom. It was strange. Sean was wondering why some of the first years looked larger than most of the second and third years.

Professor Benson must have noticed as well, for when the class had gathered for another day of Strength and Muscle Training, he told them it would be best if they tried something different today.

?I?m rather impressed, I have to say,? Prof. Benson said. ?In my 80 years teaching here, I?ve never seen a class progress so unbelievably fast. This is only your second day of class with me and some of you are growing bigger than I expected.? He paused and chuckled a bit. ?It seems our upperclassmen have been giving some of you private lessons.? His eyes moved over to Sean.

Everyone in the room stood naked as before, though like Professor Benson had said, most were much larger?growing a good foot in height, their muscles more massive than those of World Class Bodybuilders. Nobody could keep their cocks under control, all of them twitching, throbbing, and sputtering at the sight of their fellow classmates, veins pulsing all over their lubricated shafts.

Professor Benson instructed everyone to move to the back of the class. He stood at the center of the classroom and peeled off the rest of his Gi. Sean didn?t know if it happened to everybody else, but at that moment his body shook with that same electrical feeling.

Professor Benson?s cock flopped out like a third leg. Sean wondered how he ever fit it into his pants. His powerful legs were covered with the same beautiful black fur as his striated chest and chiseled abs.

?Pay attention closely,? he said. ?I?ve decided to teach this technique today to help alleviate some of the growth problems.?

Problems? Sean didn?t see his muscles growing larger and larger a problem. Not really?well, apart from not fitting into his uniform?

?I usually teach this a week in, but circumstances being as they are?? Professor Benson raised a finger to catch everyone?s attention. ?Now some of you have already entered your Intermediate Power Level?your second level. There are four altogether: Rookie, which is the first, the second is called Intermediate, the third, Advanced, and most powerful and dangerous of all, Hyper Level.? He paused. ?Believe it or not, I?m in my Rookie level now. But I?m going to show you the other three, and I promise you that each one successively will make all of you feel a bit uncomfortable.? He nodded. ?READY YOURSELVES!? he shouted, the timbre of his voice shaking inside of Sean.

Suddenly, a pulsing energy filled the air. The entire class seemed to feel it, as their heads turned to and fro. And then, Professor Benson bellowed like a mighty warrior, the walls and floor rattling from his voice alone. His massive cock began to swell, veins pumping up through the skin, supplying the shaft with blood?10 inches, 12 inches (the girth swelling, the tip jumping up and down), 14 inches, to 16 inches, as the muscles in his legs widened, lengthened, and pushed his height up by a whole foot. He bent over into a chest pose, his countenance fierce?eyes like a madman, his mouth hanging open as he bellowed?his traps slowly inflating to massive proportions as the muscles in his neck widened, his arms throbbing up and down as his biceps grew into their lean, mammoth size, veins gradually channeling up through his forearms to his ballooning upper pecs and down to his nipples.

A blue aura began to radiate from his body like those in the gym the day before, except Sean could feel this one pushing against him and moving through his body. It made his cock jump and throb, and he wasn?t the only one. A few of his classmates were jacking-off, unable to help themselves at the sight of Professor Benson and his power moving through them. They were ready to blast their loads, tiny tremors adding to Professor Benson?s quake, their muscles shaking, trembling, melting the fat beneath to become lean and huge. It was like watching a line-up of young bodybuilders jacking-off, the veins in their working hand throbbing as their forearms grew.

Professor Benson?s abs etched themselves into a leaner six-pack, the lines becoming deeper and more defined with each pulse of his muscles, veins fighting the skin of his lower parts in intricate ?y?s and ?v?s. His serratus muscles and obliques defied the skin as he moved to a pose where he puffed out his chest, fist on hips. The first of his transformations stopped.

?Intermediate Level,? Prof. Benson said, his cock twitching.

The entire class had full, erect, dripping, hard-ons. Sean?s ball-sack inflated and deflated like it was breathing, the factory inside preparing for a possible explosion. He reached down and joined his classmates, stroking his massive, lubricated pole.

Professor Benson of course ignored them, even when some of them blasted cum in his direction, his blue aura deflecting any from touching his sculpted torso. The room was shaking so much that Sean could swear the foundation would break and the ceiling fall, but it held firm, though Professor Benson had to speak over it all.

?Can you feel my power?? Prof. Benson asked, opening and closing his palms, his cock jumping with his heartbeat.

Sean heard the thoughts of his other classmates in his head: Jason and Kyle included?all wanting to reach out for the professor?s throbbing piece. It was most likely that Professor Benson heard this as well, even though they couldn?t hear him, but it didn?t seem like anyone cared at the moment.

The Professor?s lats must have been a good five feet wide, the width of his cut shoulders extremely impressive. His facial features were more chiseled and handsome as well, almost causing Sean to forget about his guide Professor Pierce.

More quakes and blasting loads followed, hot cum raining down on the growing hard bodies of the students. Some of the students? quads were so huge that each time they moved their feet the room would tremble a bit, adding to the already shaky ground.

Professor Pierce waved his hand to clean up a bit of the mess, and then said, ?I?m going to Advanced Level next?..it may hurt a little.?

Suddenly, the room was like a power vacuum towards Professor Benson, his breathing heavy, his massive, striated, fur covered pecs heaving up and down. The next moment he let out an even louder bellow than last, a surge of that same power blasting through the room, all the students brought down to their knees. Indeed, it hurt?.but it also felt REALLY good.

Sean and Jason blew their loads at that moment. Sean glared down at his hands growing larger, the professor?s power flowing through him, feeding his muscles, pulsing through his engorging veins. He felt his lats fill out, his expanding shoulders actually pushing against the students next to him as he gazed at of Professor Benson.

It felt like his head was going to explode from a sensory overload, but he continued to watch. Professor Benson again grew another foot, the veins in his legs pumping up to the size of arteries to provide for his enormous quads and calves as they lengthened and widened. The same vascular network moved up to his swelling and sputtering cock, which seemed to emanate a power all its own.

Sean couldn?t help it anymore. His mind lost control. He ran up to Professor Benson and stuffed the teacher?s engorged cock into his mouth. The class gasped, but Professor Benson only placed his hands on the back of Sean?s head guiding him along, as if he had expected this. Professor Benson went on with his mighty bellow. With that, much of the class moaned?from disappointment or ecstasy, it was hard to tell. More blasts from the students followed as Sean continued to suck Professor Benson?s cock, their bodies growing massive together. Professor Benson?s power was beginning to take a painful effect of Sean, like something was ripping at his insides, but he couldn?t stop?there was NO WAY he was going to stop. The girth of the professor?s cock increased pushing Sean?s jaw further apart, pulsing inside against his tongue. It was like an overloaded current running through every part of his body, threatening to cause his muscles to burst from his skin. Sean had to keep adjusting his position as he too felt his quads widening and lengthening at his knees.

Professor Benson placed his own hands on the back of his head in a relaxed posture, enjoying the help Sean was giving him, and ramming his cock further down Sean?s throat, causing him to gag. Professor Benson?s abs tightened and slimmed as Sean rubbed his hands across the furry, and incredibly vascular surface. And then, Sean felt himself being lifted from the floor, Professor Benson?s cock providing the force, before blasting a colossal torrent of hot cum into Sean?s mouth. Professor Benson grabbed Sean?s shoulders so that he wouldn?t go anywhere as he swallowed what he could, cum floating down his chin and plopping in dollops onto the floor.

Sean fell away, continuing to be blasted by his classmates, continuing to grow like the professor (who?s cock still jumped and sputtered with each beat of power). The room was shaking in a massive earthquake, and though still holding, Sean swore the rest of the school couldn?t ignore it as he heard windows shattering in the other rooms.

?OH FUCK!? Sean screamed, as he felt the professor?s power painfully move through him. His muscles trembled, his chest pumping out before his eyes. He could almost hear the muscle beneath tightening under the skin as it reshaped itself into the enormous striated slabs of meat that became his pecs.

Professor Benson moved into a double bicep pose and roared. The hair of his pits made Sean hard again and he watched the professor?s biceps form the striated separation lines, corded in thick ?y?s. The professor?s body seemed to be entering the final stages of his transformation, his pulsing vein-covered traps pulling his neck wider as the muscles in his arms inflated to twice their last size.

?Can you feel my power, students?? Prof. Benson said, his serratus muscles moving and tightening. ?Did you feel my power?? He paused, and the class remained silent, still on their knees. ?That is the power of the Advanced Form.?

Sean could feel it running through him, almost making him sick, though ironically feeling amazingly good. He looked over to Jason, and his jaw dropped. He had grown a whole two feet, his quads like oaks, his arms still in mid growth?biceps inflating, triceps tightening and shaping itself larger and leaner. Jason pumped his arm up and down in a mock curl, a thick vein pushing to the surface, pulsing, vibrating. The other students could only stare.

?It looks like all of you need a break,? Professor Benson said, his voice a lower timbre. He reverted back to his Rookie form, his muscles disappointingly shrinking (though still as impressive as before) and the blue aura dissipating. ?Don?t want to kill you, ya know. I imagine it was a bit uncomfortable, looking at all of you.? He paused, then said again, ?Take a break.?

At that moment, the students pounced on each other, stuffing cocks into mouths, ramming their huge poles into one another, rubbing their hands all over their new muscles, tracing the veins in their arms. Sean got to his feet and took a step forward to Jason. He stopped, taken back when the ground shook beneath him. He looked down at his quads?they too had grown to the size of oaks, the veins pushing through his skin like they had nowhere else to go, pulsing up from the tear-drops and up through his inner thigh and engorged nut-sack.

Jason had somehow snuck up behind him and ran his hands down Sean?s tight, chiseled eight-pack, then grabbing his slick steel hard rod. Sean felt Jason?s own dick throb against him, slapping his skin.

?I?m a little jealous,? Jason said. ?I think the entire class is.?

Sean turned, the room trembling, grabbed the back of Jason?s head and shoved his tongue into his mouth, the two of them massaging their muscled torsos, their hands grabbing at their ripped asses.

Sean pinned Jason against the closest wall, lifted him up, and rammed his throbbing cock into his ass. He felt his feet lifting from the ground and he continued to fuck Jason as the two of them rose higher and higher against the stone wall.

The entire class was going at it, like a young bodybuilders orgy, but Sean had turned it all off. He concentrated only on Jason and his unbelievably beautiful form. His deep blue eyes made Sean crazy, and harder, the chiseled features of his face causing his insides to shake. Sean was relentless, pounding Jason?s ass in quick succession, each thrust shaking the room around them. Jason had closed his eyes, so Sean gazed at his throbbing pecs, rising and reshaping. Sean put his hands there and let the feeling of the growing mass beneath guide him into a new level of ecstasy, Jason?s cock bobbing up and down, sputtering, leaking, and ready to blow.

Sean bent over and took Jason?s tip into his mouth, never ceasing his powerful ass-fucking. Jason gasped?or moaned?the sound was indistinguishable between the two?his pecs twitching from the ecstasy. The sight of Jason?s legs, now growing larger and leaner, caused Sean?s cock to tighten in Jason?s ass, throbbing and dripping, and as Jason?s cock grew in his mouth, Sean drew closer to blowing his load.

After another minute, Jason couldn?t hold on anymore. Sean could taste his pre-cum in his mouth making way for the full blast. Jason opened his eyes again?the deep blue eyes that complimented his sexy brown, buzzed hair?and that did it. Sean worked his tongue in a ravenous pattern, until Jason exploded. Sean pulled away just in time so that Jason could blast his hot cum all over his body, the mighty force ricocheting off his shuddering and expanding pecs, running down his tightening eight-pack.

Sean felt the muscles of his body growing, his lats spreading apart to a good four feet, his hands growing, his fingers thickening, grabbing at Jason?s cut midsection, the walls shaking all around him, making the other student?s tremors obsolete. He couldn?t help what was coming next, like it was waiting and building up inside of him for too long. He roared and the room shifted, and he let his load detonate into Jason. Jason buckled backwards as he felt the hot cum pour in and out of him.

But it didn?t stop. Sean blew blast after blast, Jason brought to exhaustion, his cock exploding again along with Sean?s, his hot cum pouring over Sean?s growing body. But something was different now. Sean?s body wasn?t just growing, it was surging with a new power.

Sean didn?t give up, and began fucking Jason again, his cock still spurting load after load. The power brought back that invincible feeling once again, and he started pounding harder into Jason.

?Power?the FUCKING POWER!? Sean shouted, unable to help himself. ?FUCK YEAH!? And finally, he blew one last massive load into Jason, causing him again to buck backwards from the force of it all, his eight-pack stretched in a beautiful display before Sean?s eyes. He ran his hands down the bumps and valleys.

When the two of them were back on the floor, Sean found that Jason and the others were gawking at him.

?What??

?Dude,? Jason said, ?Y-you?re fucking HUGE! And you?re?glowing.?

Sean looked down at his forearms, the veins pulsing beneath his skin, climbing in intricate patterns and channels into his biceps and shoulders. He felt that new power surging through to his fingertips.

Sean watched as Jason and the others fell to their knees, the power radiating from him too much for them to take. Sean had reached Advanced Level.



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Professor Benson reentered the room, as he must have felt the immense surge of power coming from Sean.

?Archer!? Prof. Benson said. ?You need to listen to me carefully.? He walked over to Sean, unbothered by the power. ?Calm yourself.?

?I can?t,? Sean said. ?The power it?s making me??

?You need to control it,? said Prof. Benson.

??I CAN?T!?

The entire class was on their knees in pain, but reveling from the power, their muscles wanting so badly to tear from their skin, their cocks jumping, growing, and sputtering. The professor balled his massive fist and slammed it into Sean?s eight-pack, and despite the new powerful muscle, Sean felt like his stomach had just been hit with a wrecking ball?or worse.

He fell to his knees and the power dissipated, his muscles shrinking back to their Intermediate size.

?Better?? Prof. Benson asked.

Sean couldn?t reply, because he could barely breath. The rest of the class stood up from the shaky floor, some of them shooting their loads clear into the opposite wall, raining down on Sean and Professor Benson. Jason quickly went over to Sean and helped him up.

?You?ll have to forgive me, Mr. Archer,? Prof. Benson said. ?Like I said earlier, I?m impressed at the progress of this class?especially you. The power you just experienced can drive you mad if you don?t know how to control it. Therefore, that is what we will work on.? He raised his hand and the cum covered classroom was quickly made spotless. ?LINE FORMATIONS!?

The class obeyed and formed their usual lines. Most of what was left of the class period was spent learning exactly what the professor wanted. Sean and Jason, as usual, were very successful in their efforts and mastered controlling their power after only a few tries. Kyle too, unlike most of the Behlmores, had no trouble, but seemed jealous of Sean?s progress to Advanced Level. Everyone soon learned to shift from Rookie power level to Intermediate, forwards and backwards, but in the end, Sean remained the only one to reach such a level of immense power. When everyone had gotten to an acceptable aptitude for the skill, Professor Benson again told the class to settle towards the back.

?And now, as promised?..Hyper Level,? Prof. Benson said. ??And I?d advise you to keep your distance.? He eyed Sean. ?No matter how tempting, do not approach me.?

The next moment, it was like everything was vacuumed away: the air, the surges of power?and then, Professor Benson, like before, let out a fierce bellow. The students were thrown to the wall, held toward the ceiling by his immense force. This time, there was no pleasure, only pain.

Sean managed to keep his eyes open enough to watch Professor Benson?s change. It was hard to keep his vision steady, mostly because the room was shaking so violently. The professor?s thunderous voice echoed in Sean?s chest and soon the power came to a crushing force.

Professor Benson shifted through his Intermediate, and then to his Advanced Level, his muscles swelling, his veins pumping, his cock throbbing and sputtering. And then his bellow turned to a roar as he blew his load over the entire class. It was probably the only pleasure they were getting at the moment, as Professor Benson grew into his Hyper Level.

His chest parted and expanded, thick and corded striations coming from the chasm between them. Fat no longer existed on the professor?s massive form. Each of his biceps were ideally shaped, as the lean muscle beneath swelled to a size four times that of his Advanced Level. Veins crawled through to his cut forearms and massive, widening hands. His height shot up a good four feet as the muscles in his hairy legs expanded, the vascular network pumping under the skin, widening and thickening. It was like looking at one of those impossibly huge morphed pictures Sean had seen on the Internet, only leaner and more developed, and one that continued to grow.

The power began to vibrate through the students in a brutal fashion. Sean felt like his muscles were being torn apart, and there was none of the usual excitement that accompanied the power surges. Professor Benson was near completion, at least it seemed, as his abs lengthened and etched into their separate striations, no muscle of his torso unseen from the skin, thick veins pushing upward from his now 20-inch cock to the upper portions of his now ten-pack. His serratus muscles grew along with his widening lats, which grew to the width of 6 -feet, massive shoulder to massive, boulder-like shoulder. His traps pulsated and ballooned midway to his neck, the veins joining those of his chest, running down to his nipples in upside-down v?s.

?Hyper Level,? Professor Benson said, in a voice not his own. Sean thought it resembled the same voice the movies use when imitating God.

The class was still pinned against the wall as Professor Benson?s body pulsed with an alternating blue and red aura. Sean cringed as his muscles began to cramp. His brain felt ready to explode. The quake had settled a bit, but still continued in the same rhythm as the professor?s aura. The wooden floor around the professor?s feet began to splinter and crack.

From the corner of the room, he summoned one of the same metal training walls Sean had seen Professor Richardson use. He set it down next to him and raised a finger to get the class?s attention?only to use that same single finger to tap the center of the wall. The metal violently folded and crinkled around his arm as the force of that single tap was too much for it to take. The next moment, there was a glow coming from inside, near the professor?s hand, and the entire metal wall disintegrated. It didn?t melt, or turn to dust, but simply just disappeared into nothing.

?Until you know how to confront this power,? Prof. Benson said, ?You would be wise to stray away from it.?

He reverted back to his still massive rookie form, and the class dropped to the floor.

***

Nobody wasted a second getting to their fuck-sessions after class. Most started right outside the door. Sean looked for Jason, but he was already gone, possibly to meet his dad again for tea. But then, Sean spotted Davis, the same boy from the showers. From the colors of his Karate Gi (Green and Yellow), Davis was a member of Dragahna House. Sean would have never guessed it. He thought he would?ve been from Eumora or Tyserren. He too had grown substantially, though not nearly in the same light as the Ferunahs and Behlmores. Despite all that, Sean felt the need to apologize and so approached him.

?Davis,? Sean said. ?I wanted to apologize for what happened.?

?Apologize?? Davis asked. ?There?s definitely no need for that. Really?? His eyes turned to a sultry expression. He nudged up closer to Sean?s still naked form and rubbed his hands down his ripped chest and eight pack. ?Seems you?ve been busy.? His face drew closer and closer to Sean?s nipple until he was right on top of it working his tongue and lips.

Sean exhaled his ecstasy, Davis sucking harder as if he wanted to eat his entire pec muscle. Sean made sure to jiggle his pecs, and Davis seemed to like that very much, his throbbing cock tented against his pants.

Sean pulled Davis up by the back of his head and rammed his tongue down his throat, his lips caressing Davis?s more ravenous than ever before, but Davis pulled away.

He leaned closer to Sean?s ear. ?I like our sessions to be a bit more private.?

Sean smiled and then followed Davis, making sure to grab his bubble tight ass before they proceeded. Davis quickly returned the favor. After a few minutes up various staircases, and after passing through a long hallway decorated with flowing green banners with gold dragons, they arrived in Davis?s dorm?a single.

Davis immediately threw off his Gi and began rubbing his throbbing, dripping, and fully erect cock. ?You make me fuckin? hard just looking at you,? he said.

?You like what you see?? Sean said, a smirk crossing his face. The compliment made him hard as well, and his 16-incher throbbed out in front of him. He flexed his massive right bicep for Davis.

Davis couldn?t keep his distance and walked over to Sean, his cock dripping pre-cum onto the carpet in thick dollops. He rubbed Sean?s ripped bicep, veins covering the surface in a thick, corded display. Davis grasped his new 14-inch pole and ran it across Sean?s arm, tracing the veins with his dripping and sputtering tip. He pulled it away, slimy and wet, and Sean quickly took it into his mouth, supporting Davis with one arm around his waist.

?Oh fuck yeah,? Davis said, his cock pulsing against Sean?s tongue. ?FUCK!?

After a few minutes, Davis?s cock began to expand in Sean?s mouth, the usual quake accompanying Davis?s growing muscles. His abs were transforming right in front of Sean, the lean muscle fighting the skin as veins climbed up progressively from his lower abs to his navel, pulsing and feeding the muscle.

Sean threw Davis up toward the 10 foot ceiling and his throbbing 16-inch pole met Davis?s ass in mid-air. Davis moaned his ecstasy and exploded against the adjacent wall. Sean rammed his cock into Davis incessantly, the two of them tumbling in the air over each other. He felt an immediate surge of power run through him, and quickly caught himself (though not before the window in the room shattered)?he didn?t want to go Advanced because it didn?t seem Davis could yet take it. But he kept control of the power as he had learned in the last lesson, bordering his Intermediate Levels.

Davis?s body reacted, Sean having a good view of the young man?s back becoming more ripped and lean, his lats thickening and expanding. Davis?s ass muscles tightened with each slap of Sean?s crotch, striations appearing under his fingertips. Sean massaged the new muscle and increased his thrusting power, his cock thickening and throbbing in Davis?s ass, cum dripping from within and falling to the floor with a splash.

Sean bellowed as he felt his ball-sack expand and contract, ready to blow. The walls shook so violently that a crack formed down the center of one. Davis trophies (Surf Trophies by the looks of it) fell from their shelves, his bed inched back and forth from its usual position next to the now broken window, and Sean blasted his surging river of cum into Davis?s ass. The force was so strong that Davis was sent into the wall and covered by Sean?s sexual torrent. Sean remained in midair blasting a massive, minute-long load onto Davis?s back. Davis, supported by the force of it (and perhaps by his own doing) remained on the wall, his muscles growing and thickening, his height increasing, the room shaking so much that it felt ready to separate from the rest of the building.

When Sean had finished, Davis turned from the wall, covered in hot cum from head to toe, and pounced on him. The two fell from the air and crashed into Davis?s bed, cracking it in half. Davis placed his throbbing, slimy cock in the striated chasm of Sean?s pecs. Sean flexed his chest, squeezing Davis?s thick pole with his growing and pulsating muscle, the grip increasing as his chest formed its new fibers. The room quaked, concrete dust fell from the ceiling?

?OH FUCK!? Davis screamed, detonating into Sean?s chin, the flood of his hot cum ricocheting off of Sean and onto both of them. Sean watched as Davis?s pecs ballooned outward with his lats, his traps pushed upward with his biceps, and his entire form became leaner and more vascular. Veins pulsed, appearing and disappearing beneath the skin, until they became fully exposed. Davis?s sheen blond hair that covered his body glowed in the sunlight coming through the window, Sean noticing for the first time how beautiful it made him look.

Their cum plastered abs vibrated and shaped themselves together, Sean massaging Davis?s midsection as it happened, running his fingers across the peaks and valleys, feeling the muscle pulse beneath and become harder.

Davis?s cock, though retreating, slapped against Sean?s chest, splashing in his hot jizz.

Sean ran a hand down one of Davis?s arms, his thumb tracing the vascular network. ?We should do this more often,? he said.

Davis smiled. ?I was thinking the same thing.?



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Sean was summoned to Professor Richardson?s classroom. He knew what was coming, he had been fearing it for quite some time now.

When he arrived, Professor Richardson, with his lean musculature, greeted him with a stern nod and directed him to stand in front of another student?an older, less muscular one. He looked only like the athletes at his old school: Lean six-pack, ripped striations, thick and muscular, but not imposingly so like Sean was now used to seeing. He had very handsome features, stunning brown eyes, and golden brown hair. He was like smooth ivory, blue veins showing underneath the skin of his forearms. His gray Karate Gi had the words ?Prefect? embroidered on the right chest. Sean knew Prefect meant the boy was in his fifth year. The boy stood there, stoic.

The room was emptied for whatever was to happen, the windows closed, but the sunlight shined into the space as if it was a happy day. Sean doubted it, and knew enough now in the few days he had been at the Academy, that things were never as they seemed.

?Sean,? Prof. Richardson said, ?this is Chris Workman, your House?s Prefect.?

Sean knew that name?Workman?Workman? He remembered. He must be the younger brother of Alex Workman, the Eighth Year he met in the Gym. Yes, one of his better memories? Not too much of a family resemblance in muscle size, but Sean could see it in his face.

?You are to spar with him,? said Prof. Richardson.

??Spar? But I?ve never??

?I know,? Prof. Richardson said. ?But this is how we handle detentions here at the Academy. Professor Jacobson has already approved. There are no restrictions placed on you. Feel free to defend yourself anyway you can. I?ve been told you are quite talented?we?ll see.? He looked over to Chris. ?You know the rules. Rookie Level only.?

Chris nodded. He bowed in Sean?s direction. Sean remained flustered, until he felt the sting of Chris?s fist on his abdomen. The pain was worse than Professor Benson?s.

Sean doubled-over, Chris?s punch like a sledgehammer. He rolled out of the way as Chris went for a swift kick to his face. The prefect moved like lightning, and was in front of Sean in the next instant, slamming his knee into his jaw.

Sean felt pain like he hadn?t felt in a long time. He bobbed and dodged his attacker the best he could, and managed to transform to his Intermediate Level in a short second; his muscles growing larger and leaner, ripping the top of his Gi (though fear kept his cock in his pants), his body more vascular, power radiating from him. But Chris was unimpressed, and didn?t stop for a second.

One moment he was standing in front of Sean, the next, he was in the air behind him. Chris kicked Sean in the back of the neck and he was sent into the wooden floor. The boards cracked and dented as he hit them.

Sean saw Chris?s next attack coming and caught the Prefect?s fist in his palm, but Chris quickly countered, grabbing Sean by the throat, tossing him in the air like a rag-doll, and to Sean?s amazement, appearing the next second right on top of him. Chris hammered Sean?s spine with both hands in one quick thump. Sean hit the floor hard, the force so powerful it shook the room. Sean moaned.

He had had enough?

He jumped up as Chris came down from the air, and transformed to his most powerful, Advanced Form?His muscles like a Pro Bodybuilder, his powerful, incredibly vascular legs causing minor quakes with each step, the window shattering from the radiated energy. He felt the power surging once again, the one that made him feel like a god.

Chris offered a look of subtle admiration, though he didn?t seem bothered by it. Sean would show him.

Sean raised his hand, controlling the Psychic Energy around him, directing it in Chris?s direction. Sean?s spirits fell when he saw Chris was unmoved, smirking, ripples appearing in the air like there was an invisible barrier.

The next moment, Sean felt something at his throat?something invisible, choking him. He gagged as it tightened, his vision blurring, Chris standing there still smirking?no hand raised, but a thick vein pulsed on the right side of his forehead. Sean was being choked by the Prefect?s Psychic Energy as if it were nothing but a remedial task. And most embarrassing of all, Chris was still in Rookie Form. How is it that he could have so much control over so much power.

Sean saw black dots appearing before him, his head lightening, his power shrinking, his body held stable, unable to move.

?Enough!?

It was Professor Richardson. At the sound of his voice, the squeezing stopped, and Sean collapsed to the floor.

He couldn?t move, his mind dipping into unconsciousness. Sean lay there for a whole minute in the silence of the room.

?I thought you said he was one of the more advanced first years,? Sean heard Chris say.

?He is,? said Prof. Richardson. ?Why? Were you not impressed??

Chris scoffed, but hesitated. ?I have to admit. Advanced Level in his First Year?.?

Sean was drifting farther now.

?I?m actually excited for our Tournament Team,? Chris said. ?He could be really good, I guess?.if he had a bit more training.?

At that moment, as Sean began wondering what the Tournament Team was, as he felt his body grow limp, he passed out.


***


He awoke staring up at the vaulted ceiling of the Medical Clinic. For the first time in awhile, Sean felt his muscles sore and throbbing with pain.

?You feel alright??

Sean turned to see Jason sitting beside him, his deep blue eyes a feeling of comfort.

?I?m really sore,? Sean said.

?My dad said you took quite a beating,? Jason said. ?Professor Richardson told him what had happened.? He sighed. ?Well, at least its over.?

?Yah,? Sean said.


***


Sean stayed in the Clinic Wing for half a week before his soreness went away enough for him to return to classes. He had missed a few lessons, but Jason worked with him often after classes to catch him up.

He sat in the Library in a private nook area, after a grueling Acrobatics lesson, mulling over a book on Psychic and Natural Energy, walls of books surrounding him on three sides. He couldn?t understand how Chris had been so in control of his power, how he could have so much at only Rookie Level. He wanted to find out, and had been reading the book for a whole hour?and seeing as Hanazins can read entire books in minutes?it was quite a flustering experience.

Davis was sitting across from him at the table, staring and smiling. He grinned when Sean looked up from the pages of the book.

?What?? Sean said, returning the grin.

?Nothing,? Davis said. ?It?s just we?ve been here for awhile now.?

Sean sighed. ?Yah, you?re right.?

Davis reached across the table, and ran his fingers down Sean?s vascular forearm, massaging his hand. It had been a while since they had been able to see each other, and Sean?s cock moved in response. He closed the book.

Davis was looking better every day, the blond hair that covered his head, and the fuzz that covered his body, drove Sean crazy. Davis even let his facial hair grow out a bit. His chest pulsed upon the fabric of his green Gi, his right nipple showing. Davis stood and ran one of his hands down his ripped six-pack, his fingers hitting the bumps of the striated muscle, his cock now tenting the fabric of his pants.

Sean smiled, but shook his head. ?Not here, Davis.?

But Davis wouldn?t have it and threw off the top of his Gi. Sean?s cock jumped up at that moment, hitting the table and moving it a bit to the side. Davis chuckled, pushing the table easily and completely out of the way. Sean remained seated and Davis sat on his lap, in front of his tent. Davis freed Sean?s cock from his pants, and took it into his mouth, his tongue working the tip.

?Fuck?? Sean murmured, his hands behind his head. He stopped Davis, and pulled him close to his lips. He kissed him like he was trying to eat him, his lips moving over Davis?s upper-lip fuzz.

Davis threw open the rest of Sean?s Gi, running his hands down Sean?s pulsing pecs, his fingers rubbing the surfacing veins by his nipples. The two of them stood up and undressed the rest of the way.

Sean tackled Davis on top of the maple colored table, the room dark, quiet, and empty. He saw Davis?s 14-incher had grown in its girth, and the surge took him, and he wrapped his lips around it, his own 16-inch cock throbbing against Davis?s shaft.

Davis moaned uncontrollably loud, falling backwards onto the table surface, the sound echoing. His abs tightened, the vein that ran upward from his bush pulsing and thickening, his chest throbbing like his cock in Sean?s mouth.

?Sean,? a voice said from the open corner.

Sean stopped and removed his mouth from Davis. Davis?s eyes, too, moved over to the open corner.

It was Alex Workman. He wasn?t in uniform, but in jeans and a tight black shirt.

?I heard my brother put a hurtin? on you,? he said.

Sean smirked and looked away.

Alex grabbed the collar of his black tee and shredded it in half, his awesome torso falling out in an unbelievable display. ?Your friend Jason told me you haven?t been feeling too great. I wanted to personally apologize?your friend there can help me, seeing as you?re already in the middle.?

Sean?s face narrowed into a confused expression, but he knew what Alex meant and Davis certainly knew, as his cock hit the bottom of Sean?s chin in its agreement. Alex grabbed the waist of his jeans and tore them off, his gray briefs stretching as his cock expanded, the fabric soon brought to follow his pants.

Alex moved behind Sean, rubbing his hands down his ripped pecs and eight-pack. Sean could feel Alex?s hard body pulsing and growing against his back, the eighth year?s cock pushing up against his ass, until it was inside, throbbing and lengthening, lifting him off the ground.

Davis levitated into the air and stuffed his cock back into Sean?s mouth, grasping the back of his head, and offering Alex a friendly, almost leering, smile. Alex grabbed Sean?s massive pole, sliding his palm over the slimy, lubricated shaft.

Sean didn?t know what was happening, the ecstasy like nothing before. He watched Davis?s legs harden and grow, the veins coming to the surface, supplying the power. Sean grasped Davis?s hamstrings, moving and massaging his hands up to the bottom of his bubbled ass, all while Davis rammed his cock into his mouth, and Alex, his cock into his own ass. Alex?s hand continued its magic touch on Sean?s throbbing pole, his free hand feeling and caressing the peaks and valleys of Sean?s torso.

The three of them began to radiate enough power for the room to quake with an immense force, the books falling from the shelves. Sean felt Alex?s grip tighten as his muscles grew under the grip, he felt Davis?s cock widen in his mouth, tasting his pre-cum.

Alex lifted them into the air, and their levitating fuck and suck session continued, the pace of all of them quickening, their libidos screaming like madmen. Alex pumped into Sean?s ass, his skin slapping the hard muscle, while Davis collided into Sean?s face, his fingers on the back of his neck fussing his hair.

After a good thirty minutes at that pace, Alex?s moaning turned to one powerful roar and his load blasted into Sean?s ass, excess dripping from the air and splashing to the floor. Sean detonated next, blasting his load clear out of the nook onto adjacent book shelves, the room shaking with so much magnitude it was unbelievable that anything was standing upright. Sean felt Davis ball-sack engorge against his chin, and the next moment his mouth and throat were filled with the boy?s hot jizz, what couldn?t be held, running down his chin. Davis blasted so hard that he fell over onto Sean.

Alex lowered them to the floor.

He looked around the room?possibly thousands of books fallen from their shelves outside the nook, cum all over the place?.

?I?m going to need help cleaning this up,? Alex said. ?It might take a while.? He looked over to Sean and jiggled his massive slab-like pecs. ?Feel better??

[Oliver904]

Meanwhile, Dirk Stervis entered the bank on 4th Street, two blocks from the Archer Residents. People gawked at his amazing size, his tight navy blue shirt stretched across his massive chest?a chest so well developed that the striations could be seen through the very fabric and the peaks and valleys of his ten-pack abdomen seemed chiseled to the surface.

He jiggled his pecs for all those staring, men adverting their eyes, woman looking down and blushing, he made sure they got a good look at his hard ass in his skin-tight Levi?s. He saw his reflection in one of the mirrored walls?his dark, golden tanned skin complementing his blond hair and deep blue eyes.

He smirked, his cock hardening against his jeans. Suddenly, he turned and headed strait for the vault.

At first there was only whispers, but as he drew closer, he was stopped by one of the guards. He was rather brave, seeing as Dirk towered over him with 8 feet of ripped muscle, a shoulder width half that.

?Can I help you, sir?? the guard asked.

Dirk didn?t answer with words, but responded well enough. He grabbed the guard?s face in his one massive palm and proceeded to clench his hand closed. The guard screamed and that was when people began to gather.

Dirk was chuckling in a menacing way, watching as the man?s face was easily crushed in his hands, the blood in no way a hindrance. He threw the guard into the adjacent dry wall and through the exterior bricks of the corner office.

The patrons screamed and scrambled as three more guards encountered Dirk. With a simple raise of Dirk?s hand, the guards were lifted off their feet and thrown, one shattering a glass window, another into the ceiling tiles, and the last through the back wall.

Dirk turned towards the steel vault door, placed one hand on the twisting mechanism and crushed it between his fingers.

He felt something hit his back at that moment?it didn?t hurt, but he still felt it happen. He turned.

This time, an actual policeman stood before him, weapon raised. ?Freeze,? the cop said.

A grin appeared on Dirk?s face. He laughed and made his way over to the policeman?and then another cop, and two more confronted him as he continued his approach.

?I shot him,? the first cop said in a panicked voice. ?I shot the fucker!?

The bullet at Dirk?s back had ruined his shirt, so he decided it was time to unsheathe his Earthly cover. The room began to shake as a soft grunting came from Dirk, and the next moment the room quaked with such force that everyone but himself fell to the floor. The building?s foundation held, but dust was falling from the ceiling. Dirk didn?t care if he brought the building down.

Realizing with dropped jaws that Dirk was causing the quake, the cops?doing their best to aim?opened fire.

The bullets popped in front of Dirk, the blue and red aura around him an impenetrable barrier. His pulsing pecs rented the top of his shirt, and Dirk bent down in a chest pose, ripping the rest of his navy blue shirt to shreds. Veins crawled along his already amazing physique in thick, corded, and pulsing displays of power. His biceps grew to twice the size of softballs, the muscle split down the middle and covered with a throbbing ?y? shaped vein, smaller vessels branching off towards the his colossal triceps.

The police officers continued their assault, but to no reward. Dirk simply continued growing, the people around began screaming, not from fright, but from pain. Dirk was approaching his Intermediate Power Level, his quads tearing through the tough fabric of his jeans, the teardrop shaped muscle pulsing and growing by his knees, a single cord running down the front side of one of his calves and to his ankles. His size twelve vein covered feet burst from his shoes and his 16-inch, unbelievably fat cock ripped from his boxer briefs, pulsating and hardening with his heartbeat.

His grunting turned to maniacal laughter, then to a loud bellow. His cock swelled to 23-inches, as his height expanded by four feet and his shoulders pressed against the once wide hallway?Dirk swung his arms to the side to clear space for his massive, striated delts. The ceiling caved in on the far side of the bank, falling on top of some of the patrons too stupid to have already left. The heads of two of the cops closest to him exploded as Dirk?s aura expanded to meet them.

The cops were firing with what they had left, but it was useless. Dirk raised his hand, and the guns flew from the cops? grips, and turning in midair back towards them, plugged them with the remaining rounds.

This got Dirk off, and his cock exploded a flood of cum over the dead bodies before him, like a three hose fireman salute. He sprayed for a good two minutes, the bank?s structure finally giving way, collapsing over his still growing body, the muscles of his back tightening and shaping themselves, while the stone crumbled and turned to ash around his powerful aura.

The money in the vault lay buried beneath, but Dirk didn?t care. The vault was only a gateway for the fun to start. The money meant nothing. What did he need with money? All that mattered was power, and having enough of it to cause a disturbance. His son would know him soon enough.

Having felt the quakes and heard the noise, people gathered around the rubble, staring with disbelief at Dirk?s glowing, pulsating form?guys were coming in their jeans, the testosterone in the air too much for them to handle, all of them falling to their knees unable to control themselves. None were close enough for their heads to explode, but they felt immense pain as he shuffled his feet over the rubble; his ripped, diamond shaped calves seeming to grow with each step, becoming larger, more ripped, and leaner. ?Y? and ?V? shaped veins throbbed to the surface.

Dirk?s cock was still dripping thick dollops of cum on the ground as more patrolmen raced to meet him.

Freeze, point guns, etc? It was all routine to Dirk.

Like lightning, Dirk was in front of one of the officers?one of the more muscular ones?and he drove a fist through the man?s face right before his head was to explode.

The other cop next to him was screaming?more like shrieking?at the horror of it, and at the same time trying to hold his bulging head together, but to no success. Everyone ran at that moment, and the rest of the cops backed slowly away and into their patrol cars. But Dirk was quick and hammered a fist into their hoods, the engines smashed and useless as the car buckled upward, their tires exploding from the pressure and ending up buried in the cracked tar of the road.

The other patrol car was requesting back-up, and Dirk was quick to respond, jumping on their hood with his powerful, trunk like legs, smashing the hood and causing the car to fall on its front and bury itself in the ground so that it stood upright. Dirk?s hand crashed through the windshield like a slick diamond cutter, grasping the policeman by his cheeks, and the next second, cracking his neck. Dirk?s cock throbbed next to the dead policeman and was ready to blow once again. He blasted his cum through the rear window and filled the interior with his hot, manly fluid.

In an instant he was gone from the scene.

***

Seconds later he was back at the mansion. He stood before his friend naked, bloody, and with a still dripping and erect cock.

?What the fuck happened to you?? his friend Luther asked. He too was naked, but seemed to have just come from the shower. His curly black hair was wet and his smooth body was still covered with moisture. Luther?s chest was growing as he spoke, veins crawling from his nipple and to his collar as deep striated meat formed underneath.

?Were you workin? out?? Dirk asked him.

?Did you not hear me?? Luther said.

?What fuckin? business is it of yours??

?You drew attention, you son of a bitch!? Luther said. He pointed at the T.V. in the next room.

?If you knew, then why?d you ask??

?Fuck Dirk! You?re going to bring some shit down on us, you know that?? Luther said. ?Those Academy fuckers don?t play, and when the scouts find out what you?ve done?when they find out you?re responsible??

Dirk had grabbed the back of Luther?s neck, pushed him down, and stuffed his dick in his friend?s mouth, and quickly proceeded to pump his crotch into Luther?s face.

?You talk too much,? Dirk said, his cock expanding its girth in Luther?s mouth. He moaned. ?Fuck!? he screamed, Luther unable to fight his friend?s dominant grip. He grabbed Luther by his hair, pulled him up to his face, and kissed him in a ravenous way.

Luther, like always when it came to being with Dirk, succumbed.

Dirk drew away. ?It?s all to find my son, Luther. Everything else doesn?t matter.?

Dirk tossed Luther into the air, stuffed his dick in his ass, and fucked him hard over to the closest wall. Dirk?s cock again expanded, pushing against the soft walls of Luther?s ass, dripping dollops of precum on the floor and down the wall.

He watched Luther?s back expand, his traps bulging upwards, his lats widening, his rhomboids pulsing, and it made him crazy. He fucked Luther harder, feeling his friend?s waist tighten and become leaner under his grip, tracing the throbbing veins in his lower abs with his fingers.

Dirk began grunting like an animal, his mind gone to ecstasy, the house shaking, the T.V. tube blasted, the sounds of lamps shattering with the windows?it all made him only want more. He yearned for destruction and the rush of power it gave him.

The wall began to crack around Luther?s fingers and as Dirk?s mind slipped into sexual insanity, it dwelled on the thoughts of his boy. How his boy had been taken from him, because he was deemed unworthy to raise such a child.

Then he let out a bellow, blasting a load so powerful in Luther?s ass, that he thought he damned nearly would kill him. Luther twitched and spasmed as Dirk continued to release his torrent of hot cum into his ass. Dirk drew away, his cock still shooting, Luther falling to the floor seemingly exhausted. He continued to a roar and his cum rained on the massive entrance way, the foundation shifting, pipes busting?

***

?ARRRRRRGH!?

Sean awoke with his head feeling like it was going to split in half.

?Sean what is it?? Jason asked in a panic. ?Sean! Shit??

?ARRRRRRGH!!!?

?Sean?Sean,? Jason repeated trying to restrain his roommate. ?SEAN!?

Sean stopped, gasping and sweating?which was highly unusual for a Hanazin.

?What happened?? Jason asked.

Sean looked up at his friend, knowing horror filled his eyes. ?I don?t know, Jason. I don?t know?I?? He paused. ?I just don?t know, alright??

Jason hesitated, but nodded. ?Alright.?

[Oliver904]

Dirk awoke the next day with great expectations. It would be the day he had long been waiting for.

He threw off his bed sheets and walked over to his dressing mirror, admiring his ripped, naked body. His 23-inch morning hard-on throbbed in front of him, dripping and lubed, his ball-sack engorged, ready to blow.

He grasped his giant tool in one massive hand, watching his striated, meaty, vascular pecs twitch and flex with each stroke across his tip. He watched his own ice blue eyes in the mirror, the reflection making him harder. A grin came to his face as he felt the first rush of power surging through him, filling first the veins in his hands and forearms causing them to pulse back and forth to surface until the growth, then channeling up through his biceps in thick corded displays.

As his cock engorged, the vessels at his lower abs branched out in intricate patterns of Y?s and V?s climbing the rest of his 10-pack. The usual minor quakes had begun and Dirk was only getting started.

He felt the bones in his legs lengthen as the muscles of his quads thickened and became leaner, Dirk watching his reflection rise a good four inches higher.


***

Luther was downstairs in his room with his three regular Human muscle worshippers. The four of them lay on the large futon bed, the worshippers rubbing oil over Luther?s beautiful form.

Luther flexed his pecs, the cute blond worshipper?s finger?s bumping up and down across the deep striations, while the redhead worked his right nipple. The brown haired boy licked his left calf muscle following the vascular network all the way to the stretched lycra of Luther?s speedo?which rented down the middle the second the brown haired boy tried to suck his swollen cock through the stressed material.

All three of the worshipers immediately grasped Luther?s pulsing, lubricated 18-incher, Luther moaning as the brown haired boy moved his mouth around his ball sack. Through all the ecstasy Luther had to make sure to control his power, or he would be sorely missing three VERY GOOD worshippers.

He rubbed the blonde?s hard, lean chest, almost covering both pecs with one massive hand. The young man?s cock exploded in response as Luther?s energy flowed through him, changing him, giving him as much power as a human body could withstand. Humans that had sex with Hanazin men came out either stronger, more powerful, or dead.

Luther remembered when he had first learned of his powers, how he did every jock in the neighborhood, making them leaner, hotter, more muscular. He transformed his High School Football Team from losers to champions in one single season. He made the Water Polo Team State Champions?so unusually so, that the entire team had been tested for steroids. In the end, nothing had been found.

At that time he didn?t even have to worry about killing anybody, as his power hadn?t reached any dangerous levels. Not until he was sixteen?third year out of the Academy?that he found the true dangers of his power. It was the same year he met Dirk.

?God, look at these fuckin? arms,? the red head said, trying to wrap both his hands around Luther?s left bicep.

A single, thick cord pumped from Luther?s bicep under the young man?s fingers, seeming in unison with the boy?s eight-inch cock (Luther had helped him long ago with a pathetic 4 incher). Luther flexed his arms to be twice the size, grunting as veins branched off to his shoulders, triceps, and forearms. The red head exploded almost a Hanazin size load over the blond, collapsing over onto Luther?s muscle forming, pulsating chest.

Luther ran one of his hands slowly down the young man?s back, allowing his power to flow through his fingertips, and grabbed the red-head?s ass. The redhead bucked upwards, Luther laughing as the young man came again over the back wall. There was no immediate muscle growth like in Hanazins. It took about a week for the power to be effective in Humans, and it was SUBSTANTIALLY less, but still very much an addictive and exhilarating force.

The room began to shake, but it wasn?t Luther?s doing.

Dirk was awake.

Luther?s three worshipers started grabbing their heads, veins crawling along the front, skin turning blue, their cocks coming over and over, groaning with pain.

The window on the far side of the room shattered, along with Luther?s mirror and ceiling light.

?Shit,? Luther said, covering the three of them under his oily, cum covered body. Even he could feel Dirk?s power flowing down into him. His lats widened as he felt its surge, muscles vibrating as they reshaped harder and leaner. He was used to it happening during his worship sessions when Dirk was home, but he hated it all the same.

Luther covered the three young men, shielding them from any of the dangerous energy that could kill them, but unable to keep the pain away. The young men continued to shriek until the shaking stopped, and the energy surge faded.

The young men would benefit, just as any method of taking in Hanazin energy, though Luther was sure they preferred the more subtle approach.

When Luther uncovered his three worshippers, the bed sheets under them were soaked with cum, and they lay there panting and wasted. Their sweaty bodies were turning him on, his cock still ready to blow, dropping dollops of its jizz over the already cum-soaked blankets. Tiny tremors started with each jump of his cock in unison with each couple beats of his racing heart. But with the boys in their present state, he couldn?t risk it.

He used his super speed to get to the back pool area, and there he exploded, falling to his knees, the invisible force of his energy pushing the nearby tables and chairs to tumble across the yard. He came so much that he colored the cherry wooded deck white in a rainstorm of his hot fluid.

As his 18-incher retreated, the lines of his eight-pack sunk deeper, the striations of his pecs became more defined, his muscles ballooned, the veins in his forearms and biceps grew thicker?


***

Dirk saw Luther through the shattered glass doors. He lifted a hand and repaired them, then swung the door open to meet Luther out on the deck, their two naked bodies glistening in the morning sun.

?I can feel it, Dirk,? Luther said. ?They?re coming for you.?

?You mean your friends downstairs??

?The Hanazin Constables, you stupid fuck!? Luther said. ?They?re coming.?

?I know,? said Dirk. ?They?re my ticket back to our dimension??

?What are you planning?? Luther asked. ?You?re not going to beat them, Dirk, they?re too powerful. Even for you.?

Dirk laughed. ?I have been preparing for this for a long time. You don?t think I haven?t worked to be powerful enough? I have power yet to show, Luther.?


***

Sean decided to spend his weekend at home with his dad. He didn?t want to talk about the dreams or the pain, but he felt better being back in his old room. So much had happened within his first few weeks at school that he needed space away from the Academy to understand it all.

There was a knock at his door.

?Come in,? Sean said.

His father, Max, walked into the room with a curious expression on his face. ?Okay, we?ve talked about the party already. What?s going on? Something bothering you??

Sean shook his head. ?It?s nothing.?

?Then why aren?t you out having fun, enjoying the weekend??

Sean sat naked, Rookie Power Level, his muscles too large for anything but his newly tailored school uniform. He looked at his dad in a way to express it.

?That?? Max asked. ?Is that really all??

Sean shrugged his shoulders.

?Sean, you can always go back to your original transformation size,? Max said. ?Didn?t they teach you that at school??

Sean shook his head. ?They showed us how to go back to Rookie Form, but I didn?t know?.?

?Even if you don?t feel you have to maintain it, Rookie Form is still power on top of your base,? Max said. He laughed. ?Oh yes, I remember now. Typically the complete lessons on transformation and muscle growth aren?t completed until after about two months or so at the Academy. Professor Pierce was right when he said you were talented.? He looked at his son and smiled. ?Just release the power, Sean. You?ll be at a more acceptable level to fit into your clothes. You can adjust from there.? He paused. ?I?ll leave you be to try it out?Oh yah, and it?s not THAT if that?s what you were thinking. That?s not really what I meant by release.?

Once Sean?s father had left, Sean stood from his bed, the floor rattling around his feet. In the mirror he looked like he could win a professional champion bodybuilder contest in his sleep, his arms hanging off to his sides permanently bent because of the huge muscles of his back and shoulders.

Veins traveled down his neck, connecting with the vascular network of his chest and shoulders, his pecs rising and falling as he attempted to transform back to his original form.

He couldn?t understand what his father meant by releasing the power, because he didn?t FEEL any power. Rookie Form in resting was like a walk in the park.

After thirty frustrating minutes with no success, he had to call his dad back up to help him figure it out. It took a whole two hours, but Sean had eventually got the hang of it. He had to adjust his thinking from just releasing power, to simply letting it go.

When he had finished, Sean was back to his Olympic swimmers body. From that base, he grew his muscles a bit further, allowing for more vascularity in his arms and calves, then threw on some of the same clothes he had bought at the mall the day before he left for the Academy: a short sleeve button-up to show off the ripped corded muscle of his arms, and some camouflage shorts that allowed a good look at the lean muscle of his quads above his knee. He also liked the thick vein that ran up the front of his right calf from his ankle?shorts were a must, especially with his beach flip-flops.

He was ready to leave the house a few minutes later, when his dad asked if he could take his little brother Ken with him. Sean didn?t complain, as he felt he really owed his dad, so he met Ken in the front yard.

?Ready to go?? Sean asked his little brother.

?Are we gonna go fast?? Ken asked.

?If you want,? Sean said. ?Climb up on my back.?

Ken climbed up onto Sean?s hard muscle, barely able to wrap his legs around for a piggy-back.

?The beach or the park?? Sean asked, hoping he?d say beach.

?The park.?

Damn?

?Alright, the park,? he said. ?Hold on tight.? The next minute they were off in a blur.

The park was a good ten blocks away, but Sean reached it in a matter of minutes, moving too quickly for the average eye to catch sight of him. Ken?s hair was all tussled and Sean sat him down on a nearby table to comb it.

?Sean??

Sean?s eyes lifted from his brother?s face. His eyes widened at the sight of his old friend Toby. ?Toby, h-how?s it going??

?Holy shit, man,? Toby said, but seeing Ken he apologized. ?I meant, um? W-what happened to you? You look like a freakin??.?

?He?s Superman,? Ken said.

Sean laughed in the awkwardness. ?Yah, I?ve been workin? out, I guess.?

?Damn,? Toby said. He turned to Ken and handed him his soccer ball. ?My brother?s over there by the tree. Why don?t you go play with him.?

Ken nodded.

?Don?t go too far, Ken,? Sean said as his little brother ran off. He turned back to Toby who was gawking at him and took a seat at the table. ?What??

?Dude, seriously?steroids??

Sean hesitated, not knowing what to say.

?I KNEW it,? Toby said. ?Dude, if you?ve got connections??

?You don?t need steroids, Toby.?

And it was true. Toby had always excelled in athletics, and he had the body to show it. His biceps were like 15 inches and his forearms looked to possess incredible crushing power. Sean was always surprised that a jock could be friends with him.

?I?m trying out for varsity wrestling,? Toby said. ?The seniors are huge, man, I just need to get a little bigger? Something wrong??

Sean face contorted in a curious way. ?Ken he?s crying.? He got up from the table. ?I?ll be back in a sec.?

Sean found Ken with his face in his knees, crying, Toby?s little brother next to him, standing nonplussed.

?What happened?? Sean asked Toby?s brother.

He pointed to a group of high school boys. They were kicking around their Soccer ball, laughing as if nothing had happened.

Sean nodded. ?Why don?t you ask your brother to look after Ken for me.?

Toby?s brother nodded then left.

Sean had to be careful not to let his rage take him over as he approached the high schoolers. He stopped near the side of their posse. ?Is that my brother?s ball??

The biggest of the seven, no shirt, sweaty lean muscles looking almost equivalent to Sean?s reduced muscular form, took the stage. ?It was,? he said, tossing the ball in his hand. His posse laughed behind him.

?Well, I?d like it back,? Sean said.

?Here,? the young man said, beaming the ball at Sean?s face.

Sean easily caught the ball with one hand, and slammed a fist into the young man?s gut?.as lightly as he could, of course.

The young man still doubled-over violently, coughing and falling to his knees.

?Hey, man, what the fuck?s your problem,? one of the others said, coming up into Sean?s face.

Sean shoved the boy away with one hand, sending him flying a good twenty feet. He cracked his neck, jiggled his pecs, then went into a most-muscular pose, the buttons of his shirt popping off before the back shredded to pieces.

?If you wanna go, that?s fine with me,? he said, tossing the ball aside. His abs were slowly reshaping themselves with each breath, becoming more chiseled, the bottom more vascular.

Nobody moved.

?No?? Sean asked, pausing, waiting for an answer.

Nobody answered. Sean picked up the ball and turned to leave. Toby was there watching, jaw dropped. Sean was about to say something when he spotted a boy behind him at the basketball courts. It was the same boy from the mall, the one he had a ?private session? with.

?Can you watch Ken for a little longer, Toby?? Sean asked.

?S-sure thing, Sean,? Toby said.

Sean watched the boy at the courts, slam-dunking from the foul line, weaving around the others like it was child?s play, his sleek, sweaty muscles bigger than he remembered, like the boy had been working out for a whole year.

Sean started to think it could be humanly possible, but then he saw the boy make a shot from the complete opposite side of the court. The observers cheered, but Sean was suddenly lost in thought. If his hypothesis was correct, if he had made the boy stronger, he knew how he could help Toby. That is?if Toby would be up for it.

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***


?Thanks for having me over, Mr. Archer,? Toby said, as he finished the last bits of supper.

?Anytime Toby,? Max said.

?So, Sean,? Toby said, glaring at the ripped naked torso of his friend. ?This private school you were talking about, is it selective??

Sean looked over at his dad, then back at Toby. ?You could say that.?

?Well, you boys have fun,? Max said. ?I?ve got a meeting to get to?Sean, clean up for me, will you??

?Sure,? Sean said.

?Oh, and if Ken is spending the night at Toby?s, make sure to bring him his bedclothes,? Max said.

?Oh, don?t worry Mr. Archer,? Toby said. ?My brother has plenty Ken could borrow.?

Max nodded and smiled, then left.


***


?I see your room hasn?t changed,? Toby said, settling on Sean?s bed. ?So you work out at that school??

?Y-yah,? Sean said. He was starting to have second thoughts now that Toby was on his bed, but he didn?t know why. ?Yah, I work out all the time.?

?So, you said you can help me,? Toby said.

?Um,? Sean said, again hesitating. ?I can, but probably not in the way you think.? Sean turned away from Toby. ?Promise you won?t freak.?

?Yah, whatever,? Toby said.

Sean dropped his shorts, letting his flaccid cock flop down like a third leg.

?J-Jesus Christ,? Toby said.

Sean turned around, Toby looking breathless, staring with his mouth open.

?W-w-what are you planning?w-why did you,? Toby stuttered. ?What the fuck happened to you??

?You said you wouldn?t freak,? Sean said.

?I?m not freakin?, I?m just?I dunno.?

Sean knew Toby was strait, so he needed to do a little extra to get him going.

?I thought we could work out,? Sean said, rubbing his hands slowly down his chiseled eight-pack. His meaty pecs twitched as he got closer to his cock.

?And you do it naked?? Toby asked.

?Don?t you?? Sean said with a smirk on his face.

He didn?t wait for another second and made his way down the hall to their fitness room. Toby hadn?t come in yet, probably still debating things in his head, so Sean raised his hand and the bench loaded itself with ten 45 lbs. plates?five on each side of the bar.

Sean laid down on the bench, and effortlessly pushed the bar up for standard presses. The bar whined, doing its best to hold the weight, bending and straining, but Sean felt nothing. He began grunting just for effect, just for Toby. His cock began rising, thumping against his leg.

He could sense Toby in the room watching him, he could smell the increase in testosterone, hear the increase in his heartbeat and breathing rate.

?I need a spot,? Sean said.

?Dude, that?s not steroids,? said Toby.

?Fuck the steroids!? Sean shouted, pretending he was straining to hold the bar, knowing his veins were pumping from his arms. ?I need a spot!?

Toby ran over to the bench. ?I-I don?t know if I can spot that.? He grabbed the bar and Sean pushed up.

Toby really thought he was making a difference as the next second he was rooting Sean for another two. Sean did another five before placing the bar back down.

?Fuck,? Sean said, acting breathless, his chest pulsating, the muscle underneath reshaping itself.

?Your chest,? Toby said. ?It?s??

?Growing, yah,? Sean said, his cock doing the same, projecting up in front, throbbing, 12 inches, 14 inches? ?You wanna touch it??

?T-touch?touch,? Toby became speechless. ?What the fuck?s going on, Sean??

Sean got up from the bench and faced his friend. He took a deep breath, his growing Olympic swimmer?s chest, tightening, becoming leaner, rising and falling, his eight-pack becoming more defined. His cock thickened and bobbed up and down with the beats of his heart, dripping its precum against his shaft. ?I?m not human, Toby.?

Toby?s eyes widened and he ran. Sean raised a hand and Toby rose into the air, his feet still trying to move out the door.

?You said you wouldn?t freak,? Sean said.

?How could I not!? Toby said.

Sean stood in front of him in all his muscular glory. He didn?t think Toby was yet ready to even see his Rookie form, so he remained a bit above his base, though still quite impressive. Veins channeled down his arms as he clenched his fists, his body still growing, blood still pumping.

?What do you want with me?? Toby asked.

?To help you, remember?? Sean said. ?I?m going back to the Academy tomorrow. You can take it or leave it. I?ll erase any memory of this and??

?Erase my memory?? Toby said. ?If you?re not human, what exactly are you??

Sean quickly went over all the details, Toby speechless the entire time, still hanging in the air. Sean even talked about the incident at the mall and how he saw the same boy afterwards.

?And I figured I could help you the same way I helped him,? Sean said.

Toby remained silent for a good thirty seconds. ?Alright,? he said.

?Just like that??

?What?? Toby said. ?You said you can help. That?s all that matters?I?ve never been one to care about?about that other stuff.?

Sean shrugged his ripped delts. ?Alright. But there?s no turning back now.?

He released Toby from the air. Sean grabbed his collar and ripped off his shirt. ?Hope that wasn?t expensive,? he said, massaging Toby?s well developed chest. Toby had a good lean six-pack and Sean was actually excited to see what the boy had been hiding in his underwear. He grabbed the waist of Toby?s jeans and ripped them right off. Toby?s hard eight incher poked out in front of him.

?You were acting like you didn?t enjoy this,? Sean said.

Toby didn?t answer, but grabbed Sean?s cock, leering and rubbing his hand across its lubricated 16 inches. Sean grasped his piece and directed it towards his friend?s mouth.

At first, Toby was hesitant, but Sean just rubbed the tip of his thick meat across his friend?s face and lips, his cum leaving a trail all over.

Then there was a change in his friend, like he suddenly had lost all control. Toby grasped Sean?s cock, stuffed it in his mouth, his jaws stretched to their limit, and ravenously worked his lips and tongue around it. Sean wasn?t pretending this time, groaning his pleasure, his hands on the back of his head in a relaxed position.

Sean then threw caution to the wind and went into Rookie Form, his legs pushing up, Toby having to reposition himself. Toby grabbed Sean?s legs at the sight of their reshaping, messaging his thick hamstrings and quads. He took special interest in the veins pulsating to the surface, tracing his fingers across them. He gagged as Sean?s cock pushed down his throat and throbbed against his tongue, threatening to tear his friends jaws apart.

Toby grasped the lubed shaft of Sean?s cock, veins pulsing, his ball sack engorging and shrinking?like it was breathing. Sean clutched the back of Toby?s head and guided him along, flexing his cock to pick Toby off the floor and back, Toby?s mouth still clinging, unaware and in complete ecstasy, the smaller tremors beginning.

After ten more minutes, Sean, still holding Toby?s head, came into his friend?s throat, walls rattling, the windows shattering, lights flickering and busting.

?FUCK!? Sean shouted.

Toby gurgled and gagged trying to swallow Sean?s massive load, the excess dripping from his lips and over Sean?s pumping and throbbing shaft, and as Sean?s expelled energy rushed through him, he blasted his load over Sean?s feet.

Sean held onto Toby until he was finished, his friend falling away to the floor thoroughly exhausted. But of course, Sean hadn?t finished with him. His cock sputtered as his body changed, adding lean, ripped muscle to his Rookie Level Form, the vascular networks of his body pushing to the surface in any space they could find, running up his calves, quads, abs, arms and chest. His lats widened as he grew a whole foot taller.

Sean caught himself, remembering to be aware of the power he was expelling. He didn?t want to hurt Toby after all.

With his chest still ballooning out in front of him and his abs etching themselves to their sinewy appearance, he used his power to lift Toby from the floor, his friend still panting.

?Now for the real fun to begin, Toby,? Sean said, using his power to pin his friend against the wall.

Sean flew up to meet him. He rubbed his friend?s asshole with his middle finger, massaging it, preparing it, before stuffing his sputtering cock inside. Toby moaned as if in pain and ecstasy at the same time.

Sean wasted no time pumping his friend?s ass, the slapping sound filling the space. They came away from the wall, Toby hanging limply while Sean continued his ass pounding. Sean swung him around so that they could be face to face, Toby?s eyes rolling back every now and then as he moaned over and over, his tight, muscular torso slick and sweaty. It made Sean crazy, and he fucked Toby harder and faster, all the way to the opposite wall and up towards the ceiling.

Cracks began to form around Toby?s back, the wall giving way, but holding. Everything else that was fragile that hadn?t broken earlier shattered at that point, Toby coming a Hanazin sized load over his own ripped pecs. But Sean didn?t stop. The walls rattled, the lights downstairs flickering. He wanted to fuck Toby so hard his friend wouldn?t walk for a week.

As Sean?s energy flowed through his friend, Toby came over and over like his ball sack was on extra production, until after a good twenty minutes, Sean himself came into Toby?s ass, the room shaking so much that white powder was falling from the ceiling.

Toby?s body buckled upward in a pelvic thrust as Sean?s excess man fluid dripped from his ass. Sean rubbed the boy?s sexy six pack, clutching his eight incher and caressing it. Toby twitched at his touch, his body already spent to maximum ecstasy.

Sean lowered them to the ground.

?So,? he said. ?The best you?ve ever had??

Toby answered with a ravenous kiss. He stuck his tongue deep into Sean?s mouth, trying to reach his throat. Sean responded with the same, working his lips around his friend?s entire mandible.

And then Toby passed out.

Sean didn?t see any changes happening, but remembered that he didn?t see it in the boy at mall either?not right away. It probably took time?if it worked that is. It was the first time he tried to do it on purpose after all.

But Sean couldn?t wait to get back to the Academy. Doing human boys wasn?t the same anymore, not after he knew what it was like with Hanazin men. He couldn?t wait to see Davis?or was it Jason.

Sometimes he just didn?t know what to think. He remembered Jason had warned him about sex not meaning anything more than what it was. He wondered if he felt the same.

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Sorry, I haven't been around. Here's the new addition.


Part 16

When Sean got back to the Academy he was glad to see that both Jason and Davis were in good spirits. It seemed the two of them had been working out as well, the skin of their bodies tight around their vascular muscles. They walked around with just their Gi pants on, Jason in gray and Davis in green. Sean watched as their thick, corded arms throbbed and reshaped, growing and becoming leaner. The sight made his heart race.

?So how did everything go?? Jason asked.

Sean snapped out of his trance. ?Um?good,? he said.

?So, what class are the two of you off to?? Davis asked. He cozied up to Sean?s Torso, rubbing his lower back, before lifting up the bottom of his shirt and stuffing his hand down his pants.

Sean grabbed Davis?s hand and pulled it off his ass with a wry smile. ?Acrobatics.?

?Oh,? Davis said, his eyes still burning with lust, his cock slowly tenting his pants, ?that?s a fun class. Wish I could join you. Who is it with??

?The Tyserrens,? Jason said, staring at Davis?s reshaping abs. He watched his midsection pull inward, become leaner, and shape itself into a deep washboard of muscle.

?You know,? Davis said, ?class doesn?t start for another five. We could??

?Maybe later,? Sean said, smiling and shaking his head in amusement. ?I gotta get ready.? He turned to Jason. ?What are we supposed to wear??

Davis answered. ?Just a Speedo,? he said.

Sean scoffed. ?You just can?t wait to see me naked, can you?? He tore off his shirt and went into a most-muscular pose, then a double bicep, making the muscle jump up and down. After a couple times, veins pushed to the surface in thick y?s to cover his biceps.

Davis smiled with the same lustful countenance, but walked off with only a wave of his hand.

?I swear you?re all he talks about when you?re gone,? Jason said. ?Sean this and Sean that. Sometimes it just gets on my nerves.?

?Um, super-hearing, Jason,? Sean said, noticing Davis was barely out of a Hanazin earshot. ?He can hear you.?

?I know,? Jason said affirmatively. He chuckled a bit after. ?He knows it too. That?s why he does it.?


***

Davis hadn?t been over exaggerating. Everyone in the Acrobatics class had their racer style Speedos on. It was quite a task manipulating their cocks to a proper size to fit, but everyone seemed to have managed. Sean had gotten his to 4-inches flaccid, but it was the best he could do, seeing as it usually sat at more than double that. Still, there were others, mainly Sean?s own housemates, who had busted through their gray lycra skins at the sight of their fellow students. The Tyserrens were of course in orange, and barely a single strand of that color lay on the floor of the classroom.

When Professor Hyperion entered, he waved his hand and the torn speedos were returned to their former glory. A group in the back were in the middle of a good ass-fucking orgy by the ceiling, the ground rattling a bit under Sean?s feet.

?Hurry it up boys,? Prof. Hyperion said. ?We gotta get started as soon as possible.?

The six boys quickened the pace, the sound of their slapping skin filling the air. Sean felt their power flowing into him, into his fingers, into his cock. He had to control himself. He wanted to join them, as he was sure the others did as well, but Professor Hyperion more than likely wouldn?t stand for it.

Many of the others around Sean and Jason were blowing their loads, their cocks ripping from their speedos, thick, lubed, and throbbing up and down, dripping dollops of their hot cum, and blasting the walls around them, raining their fluids on the others. Some were sucking themselves off before doing so, their 14-inchers growing in their girth and length with each pulse of their racing hearts. Professor Hyperion must?ve been stabilizing the room somehow, as the shaking was kept to a minimum, and the windows did not break.

The orgy group finished up with their last shameless moans, and lowered themselves to the ground.

?Now that we?re all settled,? Prof. Hyperion said, in his baritone voice. He fixed everybody?s uniforms and got the classroom in order.

Professor Hyperion was completely bald. Not just on his head, but everywhere. His skin was like a dark, tanned marble, his eyes a deep shade of green. He shed his teacher?s uniform revealing a black speedo trunk underneath, his ab veins pulsing beneath the lycra and climbing up his cavernous six pack.

Sean had a feeling that Professor Hyperion was one of the larger professors. He didn?t think it was possible to get any larger than Professor Benson, but now he saw he was wrong. Professor Hyperion was as wide as three Hanazin teens, and you wouldn?t dare ram a Mack Truck into his thick, solid muscle. Unless you didn?t mind a totaled vehicle, that is. Professor Hyperion was lean muscle on top of even leaner muscle. His massive hands seemed ready to crush diamonds into dust.

Sean almost came at that moment and the others around him were again doing their best to control themselves. The mental link between them all was deafening with an unbelievable eagerness.

Professor Hyperion must?ve heard it all, because he reminded everyone they were supposed to be practicing self-control.

?Now, you have all had a fair lesson in flying,? Prof. Hyperion said. ?Acrobatics isn?t all that different, except the suspension time is different. Observe.?

Professor Hyperion did a roundabout, a backflip, a handspring into the air with a tucked backflip, then he spread out strait like a diver, where he remained suspended, his front torso facing the ground. He turned his head towards the students. ?Standard movement suspension halt. You all need to learn what it?s like to suspend yourself midway before you learn the proper suspension energy for higher class acrobatics.?

Sean wasn?t all that sure what Professor Hyperion was saying. He was too busy gawking at the professor?s lean, muscular form, his triceps a perfect cut into his stone like figure as he spread his arms out in front of him, his ass like two boulders in his trunks.

?Okay,? Prof. Hyperion said, lowering himself to the ground. ?Five movements. We?ll go slow. Remember, on your aerial movements you should be using your psychic energy for lift. Ready??

The class moved into position.

?Movement One!? Prof. Hyperion said, his voice echoing off the stone interior.

The entire class did their roundabouts, no problem, their backs turned ready for the next movement. Sean was gazing at the ripped muscles of Jason?s back, his traps almost separate pieces of lean meat from his thick lats. Jason?s veins in his forearms were pumping to the surface, feeding his biceps.

?Two!?

The backflips were just as easy, but some of the Ferunahs forgot to stay in the handstand position, therefore correcting themselves. Sean watched the shoulders of his classmates flex into their three parts, their effortless physiques holding up the supreme weight of their muscular bodies.

?Three!?

The handspring, a couple Tyserrens leaving unbelievably fast from the ground.

?Four!?

The tuck and backflip. This is where some of the Ferunahs ran into trouble. Some using too much psychic energy and pushing off to the side. Even Sean had to correct himself and try again, before Professor Hyperion yelled, ?And suspend!?

The lagging students caught up with their best effort, some just jumping into the air and suspending themselves as if Professor Hyperion wouldn?t notice.

?Practice that for thirty minutes,? Prof. Hyperion said. ?After that, we?ll move on to some movement and strength training.?


***

The thirty minutes flew by in Sean?s opinion. He had gotten the movements down with Jason?s assistance, but still wanted to practice when Professor Hyperion called the class back into order.

?Handstand position,? Prof. Hyperion said.

The class obeyed, immediately and effortlessly propping themselves up on their hands.

?Heads forward towards me.?

The class again obeyed, their heads craning to the front, their legs bowing to balance.

?You?ll do 500 pushups in this position,? Prof. Hyperion said, ?then you?ll do 600 with only your left and 600 with only your right.?

The class did not complain, and simply started. It was a little too easy in Sean?s opinion, but he knew not to even THINK of complaining as Professor Hyperion would GLADLY make it more difficult. And he did.

?I?m going to add 1,000 lbs. of Psychic Push on your bodies,? he said, and immediately Sean felt the weight come down on him.

Sean?s chest vibrated and grew with every 20 pushups, his arms shaking, veins pulsating and thickening as blood rushed to reshape his throbbing muscles. After about 300, many of the other students were bursting from their speedos, unable to control themselves as they performed their exercises. Sean had no trouble staying in his rookie form, as the others, including Jason, moved into their intermediate power levels, their legs pushing upwards toward the ceiling as they lengthened with their growing arms.

The room was held together only by Professor Hyperion?s best efforts, as the air flowed with the maxed out energy of the Hanazin students. Loads blasted and cocks sputtered, but it had become as common as sweat and no one payed it any attention.

Sean went into his intermediate form once he had reached the single arm pushups. Professor Hyperion had to readjust his hold on the room, as Sean?s abnormally high power level took him by surprise.

Once they had finished the three variations, Professor Hyperion added another. The callisthenic variation, where they actually had to leave the ground by a whole twelve inches, 500 reps.

Most of the class was ready to fall out, but Sean felt he was just getting started, and still had his advanced level to depend on?but then again, it wouldn?t be wise to use it. At about 300 of the 500, his 18-inch cock tore from his speedo and blasted a rainstorm of cum clear across the room, covering about four of the Tyserrens in his hot jizz. He watched as his hands spread out wider, and veins crawled up his forearms in v?s, f?s, and y?s, braching off and channeling hot blood into his working, lean, throbbing muscles. He felt his waist become thinner, his abs tighten, and his shoulders widen and the exercise become that much easier?so much so that he picked up the pace in double-time.

?Good job, Archer,? Prof. Hyperion said. ?Keep it up and we just might have a place for you on the Tournament Team.?

The ground was shaking with each student?s landing on their hands.

?Mizuno, stop showin? off,? Prof. Hyperion yelled over to a Tyserren who was spinning in a 360 before landing.

And then it happened. The seven windows on the right side of the room shattered, as Professor Hyperion lost control of the students? power.

Sean was the first to feel it. Jason?s power flowed out like a tsunami, as he bellowed, suspending upright in the air. A blue aura surrounded him, and Sean knew exactly what had just happened. Jason had reached his Advanced Level.

His lats pushed out, widening his torso as his neck broadened and his traps grew and thickened with it. His chest ballooned outward, veins surfacing as if his skin had been turned inside out, pulsing and continuing towards his shoulders and down his biceps and forearms. His chest appeared almost cavernous, as the striations took shape in the center. Sean could feel the power pushing him towards his own advanced level, but he knew it could prove dangerous for the other students, who could only stare at what was happening.

Jason bellowed again, and as he took a deep breath, his abs etched into a fine lined, lean ten-pack, veins at the bottom joining his 18-inch cock that sputtered continuously until blasting all over Sean and the students around him.

Sean took great pleasure in that, licking his lips where some of it had settled, and returned the favor, but the cum only evaporated off the blue aura surrounding Jason, some of it ricocheting simply out of sheer quantity. Sean came for a good thirty seconds as Jason?s power gave him a feeling of ecstasy he sorely missed.

The power began to take its toll on the other students though, as Jason?s quads reshaped into their newly cut form, the muscle beneath his skin pulsating, his calves shaped like two finely cut diamonds on each leg, covered by thick throbbing wires. Sean could hear Jason?s muscles reshaping, a sound like something being stretched and expanded at the same time.

Jason stopped the energy flow and reverted back to his intermediate level once his mind went back to sanity and he noticed the other students in their slight pain. Professor Hyperion patted Jason on the back once he had landed on the ground, sending his shoulders forward a bit.

?Both you and Archer are from a talented breed, aren?t you?? Prof. Hyperion said. He turned to address the rest of the class. ?The rest of you finish up your repetitions, then you are dismissed for the day.?

Sean looked over at Jason, their cocks still sputtering from the influx of energy. Now, both of them could reach an Advanced Level of Power. Now they could have some REAL fun.

Jason knew what he was thinking, as the next moment, while the other students finished their exercises, their massive loads emptying after the sudden expos?, he grabbed Sean by the waist and rammed his tongue into the deep confines of his mouth. Sean just closed his eyes and let Jason do all the work.

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Part 17

Dirk cursed the Constables. The bank incident was quickly repaired by Hanazin diplomatic units as if it never happened, the memories of the humans most likely erased or modified. Perhaps they knew what he was up to. But now he would make sure they would come.

Dirk gladly paid the cover charge for the club. What was money to a master Hanazin? He knew his sexual energy radiated from him, his tan collared shirt pressed tightly over his massive pecs, the sleeves pushed to their limit over his peaked, vascular biceps, it?s veins joining the pulsing network of his forearms. His slacks were taut over his bubble ass, and Dirk caught the doorman staring as he passed. He offered a smile to the lowly gawker.

The women immediately clustered around him, Dirk paying little attention. He pushed passed them and towards another girl, one who was dancing with a man comparable to his size. The girl was a bombshell: tall, brunette, and firm breasts that were exemplified by her low cut blouse.

Dirk wasn?t gay. He just liked sex?a lot of sex, he didn?t care with whom?so the girl caught his eye?and the guy wasn?t bad either. But Dirk knew him to be nothing but a weak human, and though his arms were eighteen inches thick, he was frail to Dirk?s power. The man?s thick and chiseled pecs were red from all the dancing, his black beater soaked so much his lean, chiseled abs shown right through the ribbed fabric.

Perfect?.Just what he was looking for. It was time.

Dirk grabbed the brunette by the arm and pushed his pelvis right up against hers, cutting the man in the black beater off. Dirk began dry-humping the girl, his thick meat pushed against her stomach and climbing.

?What the fuck, man!? the guy said.

Dirk chuckled under his breath. He turned slowly, eyeing the guy with a cocky expression and punched him in the gut so fast the guy didn?t know what hit him. Dirk sent him flying 20 miles per hour into a group on the far side of the club. They tumbled like bowling pins.

The dancers around Dirk stopped dancing and stared at him with wide eyes. Dirk turned back to the girl, who had a horrified look on her face. He grabbed the back of her head, lifted her off her feet, and rammed his tongue down her throat. The girl struggled for the whole five seconds, and when Dirk pulled away she slapped him.

The girl cried out, her fingers bent backwards, broken.

?Hey you!?

Dirk turned around. It was one of the bouncers. He was built much like the man in the black beater, only he didn?t show it off as much, his black security-tee seeming ready to rip right off if he was to flex. He must?ve been a brave man for steppin? up, Dirk thought.

?The fucks your problem?? the bouncer said, having seen the girl grasping her broken fingers. ?You broke her goddamn fingers! Get the fuck outta here!? The bouncer grabbed Dirk?s shoulder.

Again, Dirk?s next movement was a blur, like a stop motion camera scene. He seized the bouncer by the throat, lifting him off the ground. The bouncer gasped for air as Dirk?s fingers tightened around his trachea. The ladies around him screamed, and ran towards the exit, but Dirk used his psychic energy to shut all the doors and close them in. The patrons tried to force the doors open and break them down, but they were too weak to do anything.

The other two bouncers on duty came up to Dirk at that moment. With his free hand, Dirk grabbed the larger of the two by the face, his palm dwarfing the man?s pretty features. He brought his fingertips together, the man screaming, the free bouncer helpless. Yellow pus flowed through Dirk?s fingers as he crushed the man?s skull.

Nobody was stupid enough to stay and watch. They rushed the closed, impossible to open, doors. Dirk chuckled as he hurled the choking bouncer through the paneled ceiling, his legs left dangling, then stiff. The third bouncer was already gone.

The patrons were screaming, deafening to Dirk?s Hanazin ears. He was getting annoyed by the weak humans.

Dirk let his arms hang off to his sides, feeling the natural energy flow of the atmosphere around him, his massive pecs rising and falling. Soon, the fabric of his shirt could be heard stretching, ripping, as the muscles of his torso grew.

A lot of the patrons stopped, wide-eyed and confused.

?What the fuck?? one man said. ?He-He?s fuckin? growing!?

Dirk let out an earth shaking bellow, the bottles behind the bar shattering with the light fixtures, sending a rain of glass down upon the crowd. Only a few hanging lamps were left to shed their dim glow upon the horrified faces of the club patrons. The ground began to shake, the screaming became louder, and all of Dirk?s clothing shred from his body.

Dirk was completely absorbed in himself, reveling in his transformation, the power rushing through him like a flood of hot water. His pecs ballooned out, the striations deepening, and veins crawling up from his nipples as the muscle became leaner. His shoulders pushed out, growing to the size of bowling balls, finely sculpted into three perfect sections, joining the thick, ripped meat of his back. Veins flowed across the surface of his skin, emerging like a swift running network of pipes, pulsing and thickening. His abs caved into his spine, carving into ten separate, lean and sculpted squares, his lower ab veins pulsating to join his jumping, and engorging cock. 18 inches, 20 inches, 24 inches, until he blew his load like a downpour of hot rain.

As the power rose to a higher level and reshaped his legs to the size of stone pillars and pushing his height to over 8 and a half feet, the patrons began to fall to their knees grasping their heads. All of the men?s cocks had already torn through their jeans, simply from the influx of power, cum emptying and draining to painful amounts. Veins pulsed over their foreheads and faces, until their brains exploded, those in pain around them obviously horrified, but soon to follow.

Dirk wasn?t concerned at all, and continued to let the energy flow. The building around him was quaking, and dust showered from the ceiling. Dirk?s mind was completely taken over now by his power. He bellowed louder and louder, his voice a roar in the survivor?s ears, as a blue, effervescent aura flowed out of him. The veins over his massive, lean muscles climbed in the ?y? and ?v? formations, swelling, feeding his growing body.

He was a masterpiece of muscle upon muscle, every bit of fat lost and defeated by the colossal, ripped protein fibers, ever expanding, his skin appearing turned inside-out, covered with thick veins.

He came once more, a torrent of hot fluids, his cock sputtering its last bits from his 24-inch pole. The blue aura spread further, disintegrating everything it touched into nothing. With one last, mighty bellow, the aura spread out like an atomic energy spray, leaving nothing?absolutely nothing in its wake for a mile in circumference.

Dirk stood still in the middle of the circle of nothing, his aura pulsating. He had reached a power level unseen, the hair on his head albino white, his eyes flashing an even more icy blue.

Within the next minute, they arrived.

Nine Hanazin Constables, all at their Advanced Levels. When they saw Dirk, those who could reach Hyper Level immediately transformed, the lycra of their uniforms holding taut against their expanding muscles. All nine were like calendar firefighters on some highly effective muscle drink, right on time for a rescue. Their full body lycra uniforms displayed every inch of their lean bodies?every cut, every bulge, every perfect chiseled striation. 8 in Blue, one in Black. Part of it all made Dirk excited. He could feel their energy flowing into him.

He was still completely naked, his 24-inch cock widening in girth, dripping dollops of jizz onto the earth beneath him. He stepped forward, the ground shaking. ?Took you long enough. I thought the speed of the Constables were unmatched.?

?You have violated our laws concerning the realm of humans,? the one in black said. Dirk knew him to be the Sergeant of the bunch.

?Then arrest me,? Dirk said, in a condescending, and drawling voice.

Two of the 8 in blue rushed towards him in a blur of color. Dirk raised his hand, catching one to a halt with his psychic energy, the other able to pull off a punch to Dirk?s gut. The puncher fell to his knees?a Hanazin on his knees. It made Dirk laugh at the realization of his new level of power.

The puncher massaged his hand, but the next moment was lifted from the ground. Dirk smashed him into the earth, causing a quake that took everyone off their feet and into the air, another massive hole to join the crater of the circle of nothing.

Dirk?s hand glowed red and white, and the puncher screamed as he disappeared into nothing. The other in the psychic hold, broke free, and rushed at Dirk once again. Dirk dodged his kick?the attack seeming like it came at a speed only 1 mph, though he knew it was more like 500?another one of the Blue appearing behind him, grabbed him around the waist.

Dirk easily broke free, sending the grappler flying at a blinding speed into a parked SUV with a simple poke of his finger, almost at the same time, bringing his elbow down upon the back of the kicker.

Before the kicker fell to the ground, Dirk already had a giant hand grasping the man?s hair. Dirk jumped into the air, a good ten-feet, before flinging the kicker back into the earth, cracking the dirt like an active fault line.

The five Blue remaining took off to take care of the screaming humans that fell victim to Dirk?s activity. All that was left was the Sergeant and Dirk. One disintegrated to nothing, two were unconscious, and the other five now gone to the other duties.

The Sergeant lowered himself to the ground. Dirk felt the power in him still rising, his calves reshaping into cut diamonds, thick wires pushing to the surface, as he stepped forward. His cock let out another discharge of his man juice, the Sergeant making a barrier of energy to keep it off him.

?What?s wrong, Sergeant? Don?t like to get dirty?? Dirk said, a smirk crossing over his face.

The Sergeant didn?t answer. He raised his palm, and a blast of yellow energy blasted towards Dirk.

Though Dirk was caught off guard, the blast only pushed him back a few inches. Even HE was surprised. He put his own hand in front, easily blocking the Sergeants blast from his torso. With his free hand, he guided some nearby?still existing, though highly damaged?parked cars to pincer the Sergeant, but the Sergeant stopped the cars with his own psychic energy, but he was still too slow.

The next second, Dirk was already in front of him, face to face. Dirk sent a quick uppercut to the Sergeant?s chin, sending him 100 feet into the air, before appearing behind the constable and smashing him into an overpass, five miles away.

Dirk was right on top of him within the next millisecond. He picked up a Ford F-150 with a single hand, the passengers falling out. The drivers on the overpass simply ran away in horror.

Dirk grabbed the truck with both hands, smashing the Sergeant with it like a battering ram. The two of them fell with the crumbling overpass onto a now vacant road below. He continued to smash the Sergeant over and over, the F-150 finally unable to take anymore, its steel frame now a hunk of scrap metal.

Dirk tossed the wreck away as if it were the lightest thing in the world, the truck landing a whole 2 miles away into the park with a loud crash. He grabbed the Sergeant by the hair, holding him up as both their bodies grew to compensate?Dirk?s more prominent.

He couldn?t help but watch, glaring at his forearms as the veins pumped through the surface, admiring the invisible strength of his hands. He wanted to destroy the Sergeant with them?but he needed him.

The human police showed up at that moment, watching in awe as the two Hanazin bodies grew and reshaped, Dirk?s now 25-inch cock, thick and sputtering, bouncing below his chin.

Dirk walked towards the officers, dragging the Hanazin Sergeant behind him.

?Freeze!?

But Dirk didn?t listen. He continued to walk towards the officers, the earth rattling. They opened fire, but the bullets only ricocheted off his massive pecs. He jiggled them up and down just to loosen them up a bit. He could hear the muscle working, growing.

The officers in the front dropped to their knees, their heads exploding the next moment. The squad cars oddly reshaped themselves on their own, the metal groaning before contorting away from Dirk?s aura.

?Don?t do it,? the Hanazin Sergeant pleaded.

But Dirk only laughed. ?Don?t worry. I?m just gonna have a bit of fun? Nothing wrong with having fun, is there??




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Part 18

Sean and Jason didn?t waste any time after class. They ran back to their dorm room, still completely naked, their massive cocks swinging between their quads, slapping the skin and leaving traces of their thick pre-cum trailing off of their colossal legs.

Once in the privacy of their room, though of course it wasn?t required, Sean pinned Jason against the wall. He started with his nipple, running his tongue over a throbbing vein in the vicinity of Jason?s pecs, massaging the opposite side with a vise like grip, the muscle jumping and reshaping under Sean?s fingers. Sean then kissed Jason, their lips moving over each other?s mandibles like they were trying to eat each other.

Sean drew away. ?Grow for me,? he said.

Jason smiled in a lustful way, then obeyed, his face suddenly becoming fierce, his blue eyes making Sean crazy. He exhaled a deep, heavy breath, then began grunting low in his throat. Suddenly, Jason bellowed, the window on the opposite side of the room shattering as the foundation quaked. His war-cry deepened, vibrating inside of Sean?s ripped, striated, and growing chest. Just from the energy alone, Sean?s chest ballooned out, the skin manipulating to form around the leaner pieces of meat, appearing like it was flowing into the deep, cavernous center of his pecs, veins crawling up from his nipples and spreading to the front of his shoulders and down towards his biceps to join the pulsating vessels of his forearms. Sean loved watching the veins flow. It was his favorite part of the transformations, like watching some strange river forming for the first time under his skin or a sudden growth of climbing ivy.

But to see a fellow Hanazin, especially Jason, made his inner libido scream to be satisfied. Sean wanted to FEEL Jason change, his hands rubbing his roommates growing muscles, both their cocks standing strait under their chins, all 18 inches and expanding in their girth, and sputtering pre-cum over their expanding pecs. Sean rubbed Jason?s jizz over the muscle, making his chest shiny and sleek. His fingers rested on the pulsing veins, and Sean traced his fingers over the network that was newly forming over towards Jason?s shoulders. Then Jason?s chest thrust forward as if they were just filled with a sudden explosion, then reshaped under Sean?s hands, lean striations appearing at the center between his fingers, the muscle pulsing as usual but at a more rapid pace. Jason was pushing towards his Intermediate Level.

The furniture in their room started to slide away from them, the screeching sound of the movement magnified in their superhuman ears, but neither of them cared, too preoccupied with each other.

Sean decided he needed to catch up. He backed away a few inches from Jason, just as his roommate?s midsection caved into his spine and reshaped into its ten-pack masterpiece. It looked like Jason?s entire stomach was nothing but muscle, the lower ab veins pushing up towards his navel, becoming thicker as the skin around the washboard muscle became thinner.

Sean followed, feeling the massive flow of energy around him. He felt it rush over his skin, into his body, feeding every fiber of muscle. He began the deep throaty grunting like Jason, then he too bellowed.

Energy flowed from Sean like an atomic bomb, blasting Jason against the stone wall, cracking around the massive form of his friend and causing him to ascend the wall by that powerful, invisible force. The foundation of the room shifted, and a huge crack split up the wall behind Jason much like the veins crawling up his body.

Jason?s chest heaved up and down in the same rhythm as his jumping, sputtering cock. Sean met his eyes and the two of them, faces fierce, roared and let out an energy surge so powerful it hummed.

The room quaked so much that it seemed ready to break away from the building, Sean and Jason ignoring it all, roaring, muscles growing, pulsating, reshaping. As Sean pushed into his Advanced Power Level, his muscles were growing so large he thought they would rip right from his skin, which was held so tight it was like his body was turned inside-out.

Jason too was a masterpiece of a young bodybuilder, every striation shown, every cut like razor precision. Sean went crazy at that moment, as Jason too had reached his Advanced Power Level. Furniture tumbled away from them and disintegrated against the opposite wall, as the two of them simultaneously blew their loads. Hot cum rained down upon their still swelling bodies, painting them splotches of white, making their muscles slick and oiled.

Sean flew up to meet Jason by the wall and ceiling and stuffed his fat, now 20-inch cock into the warm confines of Jason?s ass, bracing his roommate by his legs, watching as veins crawled down from reshaping eight-pack abs and over ripped trunk like quads. They remained face to face, Jason?s icy blue eyes as always causing a surge through his body. Their skin swelled against each other, rubbing, vibrating, and hardening.

?FUCK!? Sean yelled, unable to help himself. ?FUCK YEAH! THE FUCKING POWER!?

Jason?s chest ballooned out again, veins popping up and throbbing like some strange irrigation channel. The sight of it made Sean lose it, and he pounded Jason so hard and fast, that they went through the wall and into the adjacent dorm.

The two Ferunahs in that dorm blew their loads at the sight of Sean and Jason, falling to their knees, unable to help themselves, blasting for a good minute. They too began to grow just from the excess power peeling off of Sean and Jason, smaller quakes joining the more immense seismic activity, glass bursting from the window frames, the walls trying with all their might to hold together.

Sean tackled Jason to the floor, the boards cracking and splintering as he nailed his friend like a pile driver. Jason grunted and grew with each smack against his skin, screaming for more and blowing his load over the two others, who had now joined the fuckfest.

It was a strange sight, the two other Ferunahs fucking upside-down at the ceiling, cum dripping like a sudden downpour, Sean and Jason at the floor, digging deeper and deeper.

?It hurts, god it fuckin? hurts!? Jason screamed.

And Sean knew why. His cock was expanding in girth, his sacks rumbling, ready to detonate. Sean bellowed and exploded into Jason, who buckled under the force of it all, his abs etched like fine granite, each of the eight muscles their own separate work of art. Sean held Jason?s hips tight at his perfect v-muscle for fear of blasting him clear across the room, letting off a power surge that caused everyone in the room to cum without rest. The three others came for a whole minute, Jason so much it could be confused with a torrential storm.

Sean pulled his slimy cock out of Jason and stood, the two of them still in their Advanced Levels, cocks still sputtering as they retreated, and now realizing the pain they were causing the other Ferunahs in the room.

?Please don?t stop,? one of them said. His body was taking it all in, though obviously painful. It seemed it had become a joyful punishment. The other?s cock was leaking a river of cum down his right leg, pooling at his feet, his nutsack moving like it was breathing.

?I want to see what that power can do,? the second said through a strained expression, his cock hardening for another round. ?I want to feed off of it.?

Sean looked over to Jason, both their bodies letting off a blue aura. Sean backed away from the other two Ferunahs, the boards at his feet whining and splintering, but one of them continued his approach. The blond boy?s muscle?s grew with each step closer to Sean, his cock rising and sputtering, though his face remained contorted in pain. The black haired boy, who appeared Asian, followed, but towards Jason.

Sean watched as their muscles vibrated, growing second by second, centimeter by centimeter. The blond?s barely visible chest hair gleamed in the sunlight, the muscle beneath it becoming more striated, lines running through his pecs like someone had carved them with a knife, veins pumping to the surface by his tiny nipples. The Asian boy was busy staring at his forearms, watching the vessels pump up and down, thicken until finally showing permanently with his newly formed muscle. Sean knew what was to happen next, as the boy?s 15 inch cock shuddered and blew his hot jizz over Jason, whose powerful aura dissolved it immediately. The Asian boy fell to his knees and collapsed in front of them. The blond tried to move a few feet closer, but fell just the same, his back still spreading outward to a width of four feet.

Jason tried to repair the damage, but the glass shattered once again, and the furniture smashed back against the again crumbling walls. All the puddles of cum were successfully cleaned up, though the two other Ferunahs continued to create flows under their hardening bodies. Jason was about to drop back to Rookie Level, but Sean stopped him.

The room wouldn?t stop shuddering, as each outflow of their aura would produce a small tremor. Sean punched a hole through the wall, the stones bursting out from his fist as if a bomb had gone off.

?Didn?t want to just use the window?? Jason asked.

?I?ll fix it later.?

The two of them jumped out through the hole and flew down towards the courtyard near the training quarry, where students would train with heavy boulders. Sean would often watch them from his dorm window. The courtyard in general was usually a crowded and busy place, but at the moment lay abandoned, due to the fact most of the students were scheduled for class. Others passed, gawking, though far enough away to not be affected by Sean and Jason?s collective power. Despite the distance, Sean and Jason could hear the group of Eumorahs saying, ?Aren?t they first years? That?s fuckin? Advanced Level!?

Sean decided to show off, slamming his fist into the ground and causing an eruption of earth to rain down upon he and Jason, their auras keeping it off of their massive bodies. The quake blasted the small group of gawkers off their feet, though they all just remained levitating in the air shortly after.

Jason picked up a nearby boulder with a single hand, about the size of a 5 basketballs, and threw it at Sean with blinding speed. It whistled through the air, and began to crumble at Sean?s aura before shattering against his slab like chest.

Sean wasn?t fazed one bit, and jiggled his pecs to loosen them up. They grew a bit bigger, tightening under his skin and forcing even more veins to the surface. He then used his psychic energy to levitate five other boulders of equal size and turned them towards Jason. Jason moved like the boulder he had thrown previously, almost as if teleporting, destroying two with swift kicks in a matter of a millisecond, then turning to decimate another with only a prick of a finger. The last two he took care of with his head.

This was Hanazin playtime, and Sean and Jason laughed, clearly enjoying their newfound power. Sean watched Jason?s legs reshaping, his quads widening and the muscle separating and becoming more distinct, his calves spreading from his shins, covered in a pumping vascular display of v?s and y?s.

Sean picked up another boulder, one a bit bigger. He tossed it in his right hand as if it was only a small baseball, his bicep flexing as the rock slapped against his palm, a thick cord at its peak, the muscle growing and separating in two striated pieces of meat. He tossed the boulder at Jason at a speed approaching mach levels. Jason caught the boulder in one hand and immediately flung it back at Sean, where it detonated against his chiseled abs.

And then, Sean bellowed, letting off a power flow like a tsunami. The quarry rocks tumbled away before soon being evaporated into nothing, trees uprooted and meeting same fate. The gawkers backed away to a safe distance, Jason holding his arms in front of his face as he slid further away, watching as Sean?s bodies grew to new massive proportions, his height shooting to nine and a half feet, his back pushing to five feet, his body so lean it was like looking at an anatomy chart. Sean?s eyes glowed white. He continued to bellow louder and louder, the scorched earth shaking around him, his voice echoing. Usually, this would be normal enough for the other students to ignore, but many were now glaring out the windows, which soon shattered in their faces.

But then, Sean collapsed to his knees, and his thick cock detonated cum like powerful fire hose, raining over him for a whole two minutes. Jason joined in shortly after, falling to lay on his back and shooting in an arc over his head. The excess fell over his face and onto his enormous and chiseled torso, his muscle still pulsating, as his legs grew longer and his lats expanded outward.

The crater around Sean filled near the center with hot man juice, making a large puddle by his knees.

Sean and Jason were left panting, but smiling. Sean glared at his hands, just thinking of the devastating power they possessed, but still strangely dissatisfied. He wanted more.


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Part 19

It had been a while since Toby?s last fiasco with Sean. To find out his friend was some kind of superhuman being?it was a lot to take in?at least for the first day or so.

Then the changes started. Toby noticed he was always really hungry, and ate more food in the past weeks than he ever had before. But he never got fatter, only leaner, more muscular. Veins appeared over his skin as if fat had become non-existent between his bulging muscles and skin, wrapping around his arms like thick vines. His favorite were the pulsing vessels at his lower abs that rose up from his now 10 inch flaccid cock.

Toby?s muscles had grown so fast that his parents thought he was on steroids and had forced him to be tested at three of the local clinics, but of course the tests always came back clean. Which was good, because Toby not only made the varsity wrestling team, but had become a local phenomenon.

People in his weight class feared having to go up against him. They had dubbed him Little Cena, and a more favorite, ?Toby Dick? as his cock would protrude sometimes embarrassingly in his singlet when he would realize how strong he was becoming. The power made him hard. He felt like he could do anything. And the other day, he put it to the test.

Toby had jumped from the balcony of his parent?s three-story Town Home, landing lithely on the ground like a cat. It had come natural to him, and for some reason, he just knew he could do it and come out fine. He just knew.

As the days past, Toby had to buy a whole new wardrobe, as his XL?s were getting a little tight around his growing chest and massive arms. He was also smarter, and for the first time was getting good grades in school?which is why he wanted new T-Shirts. He was raising his hand more in class, and each time he did, his shirt would pull up and expose his chiseled abdomen. But Toby didn?t mind that TOO much. He knew he was hot, and had to admit that he liked all the extra attention. In the past days, Toby had managed to bang half the girls in the class, and after getting a bit bored with it all, banged a third of the guys.

He sat in the locker room remembering his night with one of the soccer players, Chase Landon. Chase was lean and hard, and hung like a fuckin? donkey?though he now paled in comparison to Toby. It was Chase that Toby always found himself staring at, envying the boy?s blond hair and beautifully tanned skin. So Toby had made sure to have a good time with him. A REALLY good time. He pulled out the money he was to pay Chase for the new bed and wall. The lamp in Chase?s room had strangely shattered as well, the same moment as Toby exploded into Chase. Toby swore they were levitating as well?at least it felt that way. He was probably just imagining it though.

And now, because his parents were beginning to worry, and his teammates were beginning to question his newfound strength, Toby had to workout during the night at a 24 hour gym. Though, he felt it wasn?t all that necessary. His muscles grew daily, even when he didn?t work all that hard. And the ?work? part of ?workout? didn?t really apply anymore. Even Cardio, something Toby absolutely despised, was a simple walk in the park. Literally, it?s what it felt like sometimes, even though he was sure to be running close to 15mph. In fact, he had ran the entire six miles to the gym, just to test it out, running back another four, before turning back again.

The gym wasn?t busy. Perhaps 10 people at the most. Toby loaded the bench with eight 45?s. With the bar included, it was around 410 lbs?and he knew it all had become too light for him. Even now, Toby could feel his body changing, pushing against the fabric of his shirt. The blue fabric was so taught against his torso that it showcased every cut of his chest and abs, as if it was a second skin.

The gym patrons always secretly watched Toby as he worked out from the corners of their eyes. He didn?t have to see them to know?he just did. Sometimes he swore he could hear them speaking about him with no shame?but didn?t see their mouths moving. He thought he was just imagining it all, especially when the thoughts would be things like ?I?d like to spot him?from the front, AND the back?, or ?If I only had arms like those?.

Toby laid back on the bench and pushed the bar up. His shirt immediately began to scream for mercy as he pushed up, and as the bar came down against his chest, the fabric shredded from front to back.

?What the fuck?? Toby heard somebody say. ?That kid?s a fuckin? monster!?, ?Jesus Christ, look at that chest! It?s like it?s growing!?, ?Look at those veins! Like a fuckin? anatomy chart!?

It was all too easy for Toby, all 410 lbs. like one of those Styrofoam props. But the metal clanking of the weights, and his seeming to be growing chest and pulsing veins, told everyone and himself that the weight was very real.

After an effortless 60 reps, Toby placed the bar back down, it?s sturdy steel frame frowning at its resting place. He stood from the bench, and the others quickly turned away. He swore he could see cocks moving in gym shorts. He could almost taste the testosterone in the air. And then he saw why. The reason found in his reflection as he turned to face the mirrored wall.

Toby?s mouth spread into a leering grin, he too pleased and very much excited at the sight before him. He leaned against the mirror with both his arms above him, watching his heaving chest and abs seeming to etch themselves larger and leaner, his thick bushels of armpit hair and light chest fuzz turning him on. He felt like a man. A REAL, POWERFUL man. Veins pushed upward from his outtie-navel and sat pulsating on the 3rd and 4th stomach muscles. He left one hand on the mirror, the other he rubbed his hard body with, allowing his fingers to bump over the ripped muscle of his chest and the network of veins.

When his hands reached his perfect six-pack, he noticed his cock had tented his shorts up under one of the dumbbell racks by the mirror. He knew everybody was staring, but he didn?t care anymore. He dropped his shorts, exposing his bubble ass and powerlifter legs. It didn?t seem like anybody in the gym cared all that much, and again, Toby could hear them speaking about him as if he wasn?t even there. ?Holy Shit! T-that kid just?what the fuck!?, ?I think I?m gonna cum.?, ?I?m not gay, but?Jesus Christ. I?d fuck him until he couldn?t walk anymore.?, ?Look at his back. There isn?t a muscle he hasn?t developed, is there. Fuckin? A.? Toby would?ve noticed that their mouths weren?t even moving, but he was too preoccupied with the sudden idea in his head.

Again, he grinned widely, and then flexed his cock to push upward. The entire dumbbell rack lifted, all of it?s four rows of 200?s and 250?s coming off the floor, and clanking back down as Toby?s cock relaxed. He did it again, whooping and chuckling, his cock sputtering precum, his stomach becoming leaner from just his joyful laughter. The other guys in the room began to touch themselves, some of them immediately, and shamelessly blowing their loads in their shorts.

Toby continued with the cock lifting, his laughter turning maniacal, not caring how many reps or how long. But after another minute, Toby blew his load all over the mirror, the rack falling to the floor with a loud series of clanks. He blew a load so powerful that it splashed back onto his muscular body. At that same moment, the entire mirrored wall cracked, and one panel to the right of him actually completely shattered like the lamp in Chase?s room.

Toby just left his shorts on the ground, not caring much for all the gawking. He liked being naked now for some reason. His retreating cock bounced in front of him as he walked, still dripping bits of his hot cum on the floor.

He approached one of the gawkers; a huge guy, with 19 inch guns and beautiful sandy brown hair. Toby grabbed the guy?s stubble covered chin with one hand, and effortlessly raised the man into the air. His bicep peaked at 21 inches, a thick cord awakening as he held the man stationary. The guy was at least 6?8?, but Toby had grown in the past weeks to 7?9?. The guy?s legs dangled free, his eyes unblinking as Toby brought him to his lips and worked his tongue into his mouth. The man couldn?t help it anymore, and creamed his gym shorts.

Still, there was only silent gawkers.

Toby placed the guy down softly, but playfully pushed him away, sending him flying a good two feet backwards.

He ran his hands over his still cum-covered torso, his face lustful, sexy. ?I?ll be in showers if anybody wants to join me.?

On his way towards the showers, Toby saw his reflection in the opposite mirrored wall. The site made him crazy and he went into the most intense most-muscular pose he could muster, veins popping up seeming to want to free themselves from their organic enclosure. ?FUCK YEAH!? he screamed, the mirror cracking and distorting his reflection. ?FUCK YEEEEEEEEEEEAH!!!?

Toby felt something flow out of him. All the mirrors shattered this time simultaneously with all the windows and most of the light bulbs. But again, Toby just didn?t care?and it didn?t seem anybody else did either.

And as Toby marched onward to the showers, he swore his body was still changing, growing, and radiating an energy he just didn?t yet understand.


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Part 20

Dirk stood in the middle of a wasteland that was once six city blocks. He had expelled enough energy to eradicate anything that wasn?t another Hanazin. All who WERE Hanazins were very much weakened and left barely hanging on towards recovery.

The human realm was falling apart around Dirk?s residual energy, and he knew it wouldn?t be long until another round of Constables came his way. He held tight to the weakened and barely conscious Sergeant. He would terminate him when he was done with the proud officer, but not a second before. This was his chance. A chance to return to the world he was expelled from. A chance to find his son.


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Sean pummeled the steel wall before him, the sound like machine guns filling Professor Richardson?s classroom. It was the second day of the new class rotations, which meant for a whole month Sean would have different classes to attend and rotate into his regular schedule. Today was Martial Arts and Combat, and Professor Richardson had quickly let the class know that he didn?t stand for any bit of tomfoolery, which was incredibly difficult, seeing as they had to attend class completely nude. If anybody?s cock grew even an inch, Professor Richardson would be quick to punish.

Even the good professor attended without his uniform, his 15-inch flaccid cock hanging down like a third leg for everybody to TRY and ignore. It was hard enough not staring at his perfect abs, as if each muscle had been hand carved by the greatest craftsmen?perfect symmetry in every way possible. And though he appeared to be one of the smaller professors, Sean had heard the rumor that it was HIGHLY misleading. Professor Richardson supposedly put on extreme amounts of mass in his Intermediate level.

Sean tried not to stare as the Professor would walk, his ripped, masterful back and his lean glutes flexing with his corded calves and hamstrings. The Professor expected top self-control, and nothing less. And God forbid anybody cream the classroom floor. The first day was filled with swift and numerous punishments. Psychic energy pushups?the energy working both ways: from Professor Richardson?s immense psychic resistance, and the student?s additional energy to assist in pushups. It was more challenging than even Professor Benson?s exercises.

Sean was the last person to be called up to pummel the steel wall for Professor Richardson?s assessment. Jason had already gone, and scored top marks, though he had to be corrected more so than the previous Eumorahs.

Sean?s fists moved with unseen speed, the separate strikes almost sounding as if in unison, the steel bending around his knuckles as if it was simple aluminum foil.

?Time!? Prof. Richardson called.

Sean stood back away from the wall, staring at the thick cords in his forearms, opening and closing his palms in admiration of their power. Professor Richardson inspected his work with keen observations.

?Very good,? Prof. Richardson said. ?But you could do for some improvement.?

?Wha?d?you mean?? Sean asked.

?Your strikes are undisciplined?look here,? Prof. Richardson said. He pointed to one of the indentations in the wall. It was bent slightly to the right. ?Your strikes need to be perfectly strait. This will bring you more powerful blows.?

Unexpectedly, Professor Richardson slammed his fist into the wall, coming out through the other side of a whole four supporting steel walls. The class stared in silent amazement. ?Understand?? he asked.

?Yes, professor,? Sean said.

He gestured for Sean to return to his line formation with the others. Of course he stood near Jason, the two of them appearing a bit defeated. It was the first class they didn?t feel they excelled at.

?Now, to help with your accuracy and power, we will practice form,? Prof. Richardson said. ?Left Front Stance Position.? He demonstrated. ?Right Front Reverse Punch, READY! ONE!?

The class followed his instructions, their punching as quick as lightning. Professor Richardson?s call for one actually meant 250 per count, and even if he didn?t see with his eyes, Professor Richardson would see?somehow. He never turned around during form instructions.

Sean was doing his best not to get excited over his power, making sure to keep his advancements in a humble mentality, and trying not to admire the ripped striations of his massive guns. He and Jason could easily pull 300 punches per count, but neither of them would dare go over the professor?s instructions?

?Leguin!? Prof. Richardson called out, and Harry Leguin of Eumorah was psychically slammed to the ground. Harry, one of the larger students in the class, winced. Without turning around Professor Richardson said, ?1,000 Psychic Pushups, double time, begin.?

Harry?s shoulders and back muscles strained, every cut prominent, every vessel pumping full of power, surfacing over his shaking arms. Sean quickly looked away, not caring what Harry did to deserve it, and fighting all the way not to glare at his classmates hard body.

?TWO! ARCHER!?

Sean froze.

?Better,? Professor Richardson said. ?Much straighter than your wall blows. THREE!?

Sean exhaled his relief.

And it continued on from three to 100, until Professor Richardson called for them to switch sides. After another 100 on the left, the students had to add 150 per count high front side kicks and the angle had to be a perfect 175 degrees. If not, Professor Richardson would psychically correct it.


***


Toby was face to face, ramming his cock into the ass of a curly blond haired gym patron, the girth of it painfully threatening the man?s insides. But neither of them seemed to care. Toby especially didn?t.

?You like that!? he said, his voice echoing off the shower walls. The man didn?t answer. He was in far too much ecstasy. ?I said, do you like it!?

The man managed a strained, ?Fuck yeah??

Toby was pounding him so hard that the wall boomed with each thrust, the shower head spitting crooked streams of water from the force of it all, the skin slapping approaching a speed in the double digits. He grabbed at the man?s massive pecs, squeezing the hard slabs like he did with the tits of all the girls he?d fucked. Strangely, he didn?t much care for girls anymore. Just muscles, and the biggest muscles.

Toby easily supported the man?s entire 250 lbs. of solid muscle, as if it were only 2 lbs, which made him that much hornier. He ran a hand down the man?s abs, tracing the peaks and valleys of his beautiful eight-pack. It turned him on even more, and he quickened the pace of his ass fucking, grunting like a madman.

?FUCK YEEEEEEAH!? the man moaned. ?Oh fuck meeeee! Fuck MEEEEE??

?You like that!? Toby said. ?Ah FUCK!?

Something flowed out of Toby?an energy of some kind, which flowed into the man and caused his cock to painfully detonate all over Toby?s massively ripped chest. But Toby didn?t stop his pounding, rubbing the man?s hot cum over and into the striations, feeling his pecs shuddering and tightening under the skin, veins beating and pulsating under his fingers.

Toby took the man by the hand and placed it on his chest. ?You feel that? You feel it growing??

?Fuck yeah,? the man said. ?Oh FUCK!? the man screamed, cumming a stream more powerful than the last, blasting over Toby?s shoulders and neck.

Toby again picked up the pace, suddenly feeling his feet lifting off the floor. Strangely he didn?t give it much attention, and continued to hammer the man?s ass up the shower wall. He could feel that energy flowing out of him, increasing, growing, and suddenly the showerheads bursts from the wall, water blasting out of the pipes.

The wall behind the man began to crack under Toby?s force, and the fluorescents shattered around them. Toby was pounding the man like a jackhammer, moving back and forth in a blur. Then finally, unable to hold on, he exploded into the blond man, cumming for a good minute and a half. The man?s face gave off a painful looking expression?something between crying and complete ecstasy. Cum plopped down on the shower floor, and of course was quickly washed away by the torrents of water. The two of them landed lithely on the tiles, and when Toby pulled his slimly twelve incher out, the man just collapsed to the floor, his cock sputtering even as it retreated.

Toby pushed him aside. He walked over towards the shower hallway and grabbed another man by the throat?a brown haired, green-eyed Michael Phelps look alike. ?Seems like you?re next,? Toby said, his cock slowly rising and swelling, getting ready for the next round to come. He could feel his bones growing, pushing his height upward. Newly forming veins crawled up from his bush and over his abs, and at his chest they spread from his nipples to shoulders, down his arms, and joined the thick cords at his biceps.

The other man was taking it in, his cock rising to six inches. His eyes were locked on Toby?s expanding dick, the girth inflating like a clown balloon. Toby took it as an invitation, and pushed the man?s head down, stuffing his fat and still growing cock into the man?s mouth.

Toby?s flexed his now 14-incher, raising the man off the floor, lifting him like the dumbbell rack earlier, arms behind his head, enjoying every bit of it.


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Part 21

Sean and Jason woke early the next day, ready for another new class in their rotations, Hanazin Anatomy and Life Science. Jason wasn’t looking forward to it, because his own father was the professor. Most of the first years, by now, had learned to manipulate their bodies back into suitable sizes, though some still liked to show up for classes in forms well past the size of champion teen bodybuilders. Sean chose to keep his body around the size of fitness models, while Jason chose a more tri-athlete physique.

The minute Sean entered the huge auditorium classroom, Davis was at his side ready for a good round of morning fun. Other students, Dragahnas, Ferunahs, Behlmores, Tyserrens, and Eumorahs all in one class, had already started, the room around quaking and teeming with testosterone. Now, Sean could see why each student was placed in their proper houses. Dragahnas were glowing with powerful energy, Ferunahs seeming to have the most pleasure, Behlmores were of the largest, cracking the walls around them, Tyserrens were moving in blurs, and the Eumorahs were radiating with powerful psychic energy, books and ink-quills orbiting them as they pounded each other.

Jason pushed passed Sean and Davis and tried to take a seat in the back, but Professor Jacobson called him to sit in the front. Sean knew that Jason had been trying to block his father from reading his mind, but it seemed with little success.

“I heard about you and Jason,” Davis said, his muscles inflating before Sean’s eyes. It was like the skin of his chest was flowing into his sternum as his pecs became more ripped and striated. “I’m a little jealous.”

“Are you now?” Sean said with a smile. Davis, as always, was certainly turning him on, but he knew that Jason was in need of some support.

Davis rolled off Sean’s Karate Gi around his shoulders, exposing his perfectly chiseled torso, and getting right to work on his nipples. Sean moaned a bit, but fought off the temptation. He put a hand on Davis’s lower back, and passed a strong surge of energy through him. Davis convulsed and immediately blasted a giant load over Sean’s collar.

That should hold him over, Sean thought to himself.

He kissed Davis in the usual ravenous way, then playfully pushed him away.

“To be continued?” Davis asked, sliding down the wall, his huge cock retreating back into the waistband of his pants.

Sean winked, and used his psychic energy to tap Davis on the ass. He cleaned himself off, pulled his gi back on, then found his seat next to Jason. Davis soon followed and joined them.

Professor Jacobson was one of the bigger professors of the school (like a Lee Priest on steroids) and as Sean had seen first hand, very powerful. He called class to begin, raising his glowing hand to put things in back in order. Sean began to wonder how he had gotten used to the whole routine of things around the Academy. Sex before class, sex after, sex between, sometimes during… The only thing Hanazins loved more than sex was power, and sex was the key to it all. It was like private training and practice all in one. Even gym sessions were often ended with powerful bouts of ass pounding, wall climbing, and cum showers. Breaking glass, shaking foundations, and cracked walls were trivial parts of Hanazin school life.

“Welcome to Hanazin Anatomy and Life Science 101,” Prof. Jacobson said. He paused. “Well, I like to get right to things, and so we’ll do just that. I need a volunteer.”

Sean could sense Jason slouching further down in his seat.

“You there,” Prof. Jacobson said, pointing to Jason.

Jason sighed, and was about to get up from his seat—

“Behind Jason there,” Prof. Jacobson said.

“Me, professor?” a familiar voice asked.

Sean turned, and his eyes went wide. It was Kyle. Kyle Sparks. He was one of the students who refused to stay in a smaller size, choosing only to wear the bottom of his uniform—something that would be unacceptable in Professor Richardson’s class, but well accepted else where.

“Come up to the front here,” Prof. Jacobson said.

Kyle stood from his chair and made his way down the stairs and to the front of the class. Sean watched every moment of his trek to the front. His muscles were godlike, pecs like hard marble lined with pulsating wires that went from his nipples, over his shoulders, and joining the network on his forearms. With each breath and exhale, Kyle abs etched into a perfect ten-pack. His eyes narrowed as he spotted Sean staring, and so Sean turned away…right until his classmate passed. Sean glared at Kyle’s back, four feet wide, and with every muscle group in lean and perfectly shaped quality. He knew he could look just as good if he wanted, but for some reason, he still enjoyed seeing the muscular masterpieces of his fellow students. Though he had to admit, Kyle’s muscles were impressive for only his rookie level.

Kyle stopped next to Professor Jacobson and turned to face the class, his lats so big that he couldn’t completely lower his arms. Kyle jiggled his pecs, just to loosen them up. Sean could hear his muscle moving as he did so.

“You’re quite a big boy, aren’t you,” Prof. Jacobson said, patting Kyle on the back. “Just like a Behlmore should be.”

The desk shifted in front of Sean. His cock was starting to tip it forward, but Jason and Davis quickly stabilized it, and Sean was able to pull himself together. Though others in the class weren’t so disciplined.

“I take it this is your standard rookie form?” Prof. Jacobson asked Kyle.

Kyle nodded.

Professor Jacobson turned to the class. “As I’m sure Professor Benson has covered the basics of form shifting and power levels, there really is no need for me to go into further explanation in that area. But I’ll start with some basics.

“As you can see—Kyle, if you would remove your pants please—as you can see…” Kyle’s 10 inch flaccid cock flopped out between his legs, “…Kyle is in a more relaxed posture, but…”

Professor Jacobson grabbed Kyle by the shoulder, his hand glowing. Kyle convulsed like Davis did earlier with Sean, only more so, his 10-inch cock, at lightning speed, hardening to 18 and blasting a rainstorm of cum over the other students.

As used to it as they were, the students groaned, and Professor Jacobson cleaned it up. Kyle’s muscles ballooned outward, his height pushing upward, the sound like stretching fabric and strange inflating balloons. New vascular networks flowed over his body like channeling water.

“Hanazins grow more powerful with increases in Natural Energy and such an influx can cause….certain after effects,” the professor said. “Now, all Hanazins use the energy in similar fashion, but sort through it in different ways to maximize their own unique potential. Dragahnas, for instance, have the advantage in the area of Natural Energy, in terms of being more susceptible to it, but Behlmores—like Kyle here—are able to use that energy to build new, powerful muscle fiber—more so than others that is, as all Hanazins have such incredible muscle growth because it’s how the body responds to the collection of that energy. Behlmores just have an easier time doing it.

“As you can see,” Prof. Jacobson said, tracing his fingers across Kyle’s forearm veins, “Vascularity is important to channel that energy through the body. Enough blood and Natural Energy must be present to sustain muscle growth.”

Kyle’s chest was pulsating rapidly, growing by the second, pushing his shoulders outward and making his back that much wider. Kyle stepped backward a bit, adjusting his stance, and the foundation shook.

“Also,” Prof. Jacobson continued, passing more energy through Kyle, making his cock rise up once again. “As you can see, the Hanazin penis is very large compared to other species in other parallels. This is due to the extreme amount of testosterone a Hanazin body needs. As I’m sure you’ve noticed, the penis is constantly growing as your power grows. Sometimes lengthwise, sometimes in girth, but always in manageable size—meaning you’ll never have one you can’t handle.”

For some reason, a good portion of the class moaned.

Professor Jacobson ignored it and continued. “Ejaculation is how the Hanazin body releases Natural Energy, which is still potent enough to have after effects if contacted, but is why Hanazins ejaculate in such enormous quantities.

“Now, Kyle, if you could bend backwards for me,” Prof. Jacobson said.

Kyle did a backbend, accentuating his rippled form. His ten-pack was stretched out to an even leaner display, all fat non-existent.

Professor Jacobson ran a hand slowly over the peaks and valleys of Kyle’s body. “Hanazin bodies are extremely lean, limber, and flexible. This of course is due to the fact that the body must be so in order to allow such rapid muscle growth, and sometimes, skeletal growth.

“Now, Kyle, handstand position please.”

Kyle obeyed, pulling his legs over, and going into a handstand, perfectly balanced.

“I’m going to apply psychic pressure,” Prof. Jacobson said. “300 hundred push-ups, if you would.”

It wasn’t a punishment (for anybody), and was a good number for the professor’s demonstration. Kyle’s muscles worked in artful mechanisms, like a perfect visual for compound muscle groups. His back muscles squeezed together as he came down, and displayed an ideal diamond shape at his upper back as he came upward. But as Professor Jacobson applied pressure, Kyle’s arms began to shake, and his muscles began to grow, veins pumping and pulsating and forming to the surface, and soon he shook no more.

“Hanazin bodies adapt to stress,” Prof. Jacobson said. “That is why your professors have to keep adjusting their lesson plans at such a rapid pace.

“As you train, you’ll learn to recognize this energy in all forms and utilize it to become more powerful. Hanazins do not become weaker with age, as in the Human species, but grow stronger—Yes, Mr. McGraw?”

A Tyserren student stood from his chair, and Kyle stopped his pushups to listen.

“Professor, why is it that our powers didn’t manifest ‘til our 18th birthday?” the Tyserren asked.

“Just the natural order of things,” Prof. Jacobson answered. “Though, it is true that some Hanazins have been known to manifest power at eight.”

“Eight?” another student asked in disbelief.

“We haven’t had such a case in many years, but it has happened,” Prof. Jacobson said.

Sean raised his hand next. “Professor, what about Hanazin females? I haven’t seen any around here.”

The class erupted in laughter.

Jason turned to Sean with a look of confusion. “Sean, there’s no such thing.”

“What?” Sean asked.

“He’s right, Mr. Archer,” Prof. Jacobson said.

“So….wait…t-that can’t be…” Sean stammered to silence.

The class laughed, with the exception of a few, including Kyle who just looked at Sean with disdain, his muscles still growing, his cock continuing to jump, sputter, and leak in large dollops, his entire body radiating a yellow glow.

But Sean didn’t care.

He had been told he had a mother. By his own father. Was it a human mother? Could it be possible? Or had his father been lying to him? But why? Sean had had relations with human men, without killing them, but commonsense would say that human women would be a completely different story.

Sean didn’t want to ask the next question now floating in his head. He felt foolish enough as it is. And it was obvious, and not worth denying. His father HAD been lying to him.

***

After class, Sean went for an afternoon of flying to try and clear his head. He chose to wear only a racer speedo so to be more aerodynamic. He wanted to reach mach speeds to clear his head.

The endless fields passed under him in blurs of color, and soon he spotted a clearing well away from the schoolyard, miles out near a glistening lake. He dived towards the lake like a hawk, and burst through the surface with zero splash. He streamed through the water like a torpedo at a speed reaching jet propulsion. Sean quickly surfaced, his crawl stroke like a swimmers instructional in fast forward 32x.

He dived back under, only to blast out again and land lithely on the surface of the water. He walked across the glassy liquid until he was on the shore of the clearing.

Sean was angry. His father had lied. But why? The same questions over and over ran through his head. He turned and rammed his fist through one of the surrounding oaks, tearing it to pieces as he withdrew his hand. He roared and tore another tree from its roots, throwing it miles into the air, not caring where it was to land.

His massive chest heaved up and down, striations and veins forming anew, growing and pulsating like his entire body, his speedo shredding apart. His 14-inch flaccid cock flopped out like a third leg. The rage became almost uncontrollable, and Sean crashed his fist into the earth, the ground rumbling and sending a mammoth amount of dirt in all directions. All that was left was a large crater around his fist.

Sean’s breath still came in heavy heaving, his muscle still growing with a red hot rage. He blazed through the forest at mach speed, chopping trees to pieces with swift kicks and punches, and sometimes even destroying them to nothing, as if they never existed.

Sean again tore a tree from the ground, rose 30 feet into the air, then hurled it towards the water with so much speed and force, that it sliced right through the water, and when it hit the bottom it caused the entire contents of the lake to leave the 15 foot basin in a multidirectional tsunami. The water flooded the surrounding land, but Sean still didn’t think it was enough.

He roared, his voice growing a whole octave lower, like the voice of a titan, his body releasing a wave of red energy. Sean could feel himself pushing towards his Advanced Level, the power radiation growing along with it, changing to purples and blues. His muscles swelled to proportions he had never seen, to sizes that would put some of the Hanazin professors to shame. He could feel the tissue in his back shaping to perfection, his lats expanding his arms outward and his traps raising his neck. Veins crawled over every part of him, even his forehead and part of his face, as his psychic energy combined with his natural energy.

Sean spun downward like a corkscrew, and as he landed on the ground the earth around disintegrated leaving a pit 20 feet deep and 8 feet wide, but Sean’s next release of energy blasted it open to 50 feet wide. He then easily tunneled through the earth with an extended fist, coming up on the far side of the pit like a superhuman mole. His body was actually sweating, and he was covered in dirt, smeared all over his perfect form, his pecs still heaving and growing, his abs still chiseling themselves to an 8 pack to 10 pack, and cutting out masterful obliques.

The massive energy outflow had subsided, but Sean’s body still glowed with power, his cock sputtering to free more of it. He watched the water flowing into the new chasm he had made and he blasted his load into it as well, the hot liquid joining the lake water in a shower of jizz, raising the level at least two whole feet.

But that was when he saw him.

A man. Sean’s superhuman eyes could see every feature to crystal clear quality even though he stood on the other side of the chasm. Blond hair, icy blue eyes, and muscles much larger than his own, even in his present advanced form. But the man was smiling, and in the blink of an eye, stood at Sean’s side, unperturbed by his power flow.

He leaned close to Sean’s ear and whispered, “It’s good to see you, my son.”

[Oliver904]

Part 22

It wasn?t long before Toby couldn?t control his lust for power. It had been awhile since he had last seen Sean, and he couldn?t wait to show him all the gains he had made. And still, Toby found it a little strange that he had gained so much, when Sean had made it seem so trivial, as if he shouldn?t have expected the level of power he was experiencing. Had Sean been holding the potential of it all back? Could he have given him more power?

Even just the thoughts of gaining power made Toby hard. He sat in his bedroom watching his cock engorge with each beat of his heart. He thought about the other day when somebody parked in his spot at school and how he sent the 4x4 truck tumbling away as if it weighed nothing. He wasn?t sure if he was thankful that nobody saw it happen?or at least didn?t see HIM do it, but then again, he was looking for the opportune time to showcase his new body.

And it was a body to be proud of. Over the past week, Toby had grown substantially, his physique rivaling top teen bodybuilders. He flexed his bicep in a mock curl, watching the veins pop to the surface, staring at them as they pulsed and fed his muscles. Most of all, he loved the way his clothes fit. It was like he was glad that at any moment his muscles could come bursting from the fabric. He didn?t care where it would happen, because for some reason, he wasn?t ashamed of his nudity, in fact, he was proud.

Toby also discovered that he could do things with his mind?amazing things. It scared him at first when he was looking for his T.V. remote and found it levitating before him. Though it didn?t do him much good when he found it, because the next moment, the T.V. screen shattered. Toby credited it to his excitement upon realizing what was happening. But with that power Toby had done things he wasn?t sure he was all too proud of. One of which was ridding his life of his family.

Toby found out that he could not only hear people?s thoughts, but manipulate them as well. He even sat in the park identifying homophobes and turning them into shameless gay men, fully displaying their sexuality for the public view?just for fun. But he had also used that power to find his independence from his parents?and even his little brother. It was him that he missed the most. But they wouldn?t understand what he was going through, in fact they tried to test him for drugs. So he erased their memories of ever meeting knowing him and ran away?he found it was easy to find a nice apartment using the same mind manipulating methods. It seemed the world was at his hands: money, easy, love, easy, muscle, easy?what else was there? And it was muscle that he now devoted much of his time to.

But today he was bored. He wanted to do something exciting?and he had just the idea.


***

Toby approached the college fitness arena in nothing but a pair of gray gym shorts. Every step was like a showcase of muscular anatomy, his massive, vascular quads and perfectly cut calves glistening in the sun. His pecs bounced with his gait, his abs graphed themselves into their precision cuts with each breath, and his arms displayed a fine network of veins that seemed to grow the longer he let them hang down by his lean waistline.

He went to open the glass double doors, but they were locked?key card mechanism. So Toby, just for the hell of it, slammed a fist through the glass, shattering it and the frame to an irreparable state.

?Excuse me, sir!? said a voice behind him. Toby turned. Security guard. ?May I see some identification??

Toby chuckled, then raised a glowing hand. The security guard was lifted into the air by the invisible energy, Toby then closing his hand in a choking position, the security guard grabbing at his throat. Toby couldn?t help but enjoy it. He waved his hand to the right and the security guard hit the brick wall of the building and passed out. Toby then easily hoisted the man with one hand into a nearby bench, using the technique he used on his family to erase the man?s memory of it. He then tore what remained of the door away, and tossed it behind him, entering the gym ready for more. What ?more? was, he wasn?t yet sure, but part of him wanted trouble?trouble would be something he?d enjoy.

He passed through the hall, then entered the weight room, college jocks and muscle heads sweating and grunting, their shirts soaked with sweat, or just their bare slab-like pecs. Toby smirked. Fuckin? pussies, the lot of them.

His next move was to psychically lock them in. The doors slammed shut, locking and the key code changing. Some immediately tried the door, their cards, but nothing would open the doors. The jocks grew confused, but then slowly turned to the approaching mass of muscle that was Toby.

Toby strutted up to a blond jock on the pec-deck, grabbing him by the throat and tossing him into a pair of curlers as if he were nothing more than a rag doll.

?Jesus Christ!? one of the jocks said. Everyone backed away, as metal 45?s floated into the air and loaded onto the pec-deck where Toby now took a seat. The loading bars were full to the max, the sight like stacks of black poker chips on each side of the press.

Toby smiled when he saw the mirror in front of him, the view obstructed by a redhead doing barbell curls. Toby nudged his head to the left, and that was the direction the redhead flew, landing in great pain.

It was strange, nobody ran away, but instead stared in awe at the masterpiece of muscle before them.

Toby pushed the loaded pec-deck forward, the weight like it was loaded with only Styrofoam.

?Too easy!? he grunted. But it looked like his pecs told a different story. They ballooned outward and veins throbbed upward, fighting his skin and soon winning the battle, as the vascular network spread over the front of his shoulders and to his biceps. Toby started doing the reps faster, his grunting turning angrier and louder, the plates ringing as he came backward. ?FUCKIN? PUSSY BULLSHIT!?

The lights in the room began to flicker, as Toby?s shorts began to tent, and soon they shredded as his massive cock rose to the bottom of his shuddering pecs, dripping and sputtering, the light bulbs popping and shattering in response.

Toby dropped the weight with a loud clank, and stood from the pec-deck, kicking it backward. It slid with a loud screech, slamming into the back wall. Toby immediately went into a most muscular. ?FUCK!? he screamed, shattering the entire mirror before him. He turned and his cock bumped into one of the students, detonating and blasting the jock with so much force that he followed the stream all the way to be pinned against the wall, Toby moaning as he came for a good minute, his white man glue continuing to hold the jock near the ceiling.

Once Toby finished, the jock fell to the floor with a solid splat, and the room went silent. Toby then rubbed his cum over his pecs. ?Who wants some of this??

Not one jock-cock was left flaccid. Toby knew they were all near blowing. He grasped his 16-inch pole in his hand, shaking it before them, and that was all it took. The next moment the jocks fell to their knees and each one creamed their shorts.

After the moment of ecstasy was finished, Toby suddenly didn?t want to pump any ass. He had had enough of that at the last gym. He wanted to do something else. Something more fun.

?You there!? he said to a Hugh Jackman look-alike. ?Wolverine, or whatever your name is, pick up that bar.?

The jock hesitated at first, but picked up the bench press bar in his hands.

?Hit me with it,? Toby said.

?W-what?? the jock said, confused.

?Look at me, you stupid fuck!? Toby said. ?Does it look like it will hurt me!? Toby went into another most muscular, his pecs ballooning out even more, the strange stretching and inflating sound filling the room. ?Huh!?

The jock again hesitated, but then, as Toby straitened up, swung the bar into Toby?s colossal chest.

The bar screamed for mercy, bending like pixie stick.

?Fuuuuuuck!? Toby murmured. He looked up from his pulsating chest at the gawking boy before him. ?You wanna touch it, don?t you,? he said.

The jock couldn?t help himself, the energy and testosterone in the room too strong. He ravenously grabbed Toby and started licking his nipples. His next movements were like he was trying to feel every rock hard muscle of Toby?s body, tracing the vascular, pulsing network of his forearms with his fingers, then when satisfied, moving to his cock. Toby pushed the jock?s mouth further down his shaft, threatening to dislocate the boy?s jaw. The boy came once more over Toby?s feet, then drew away with a mouthful of precum.

The jock lay there panting and wasted. And then, Toby thought, ?What the hell?, and lifted ?Hugh? from the floor. He stuffed his fat cock into his ass, and Hugh moaned and gasped all at once.

The other jocks had dropped their shorts and were already wanking, some turning to each other and following Toby?s example.

?I?m not the gentle type,? Toby said. And he began to pound the jock?s ass, the sound like repeating thunderclaps. But then the power lust took over, and Toby was only aware of himself. He continued to pump the jock up the wall, into the air, and by the ceiling, the wall cracking around him, but taking no notice of him.

Even when the boy cried out that he was hurting him, Toby didn?t stop. He could feel his power growing, feeding him muscles. He felt the fiber building within every strand of meat in his body, he watched his hands grow larger and begin to illuminate a yellow light.

Toby roared, his ass pounding moving in blurs, screams of pain surrounding him, until his cock exploded into the jock?

But there was no more jock, only himself, roaring and cumming torrents of his man juice, uncaring of the destruction around him. He came for two whole minutes, until finally lowering himself to the ground.

The gym was empty, the jocks gone and Toby uncaring. The weight equipment was bent in shambles, and 45?s and 25?s orbited around Toby.

?Toby!?

It was a voice he recognized. He turned. ?Mr. Archer.? The weights dropped out of orbit around him. Mr. Archer was dressed in a black lycra suit, that clung to every cut and striation of his Bill Davey-like body.

?Toby, what did you do?? Mr. Archer said. ?How is this even possible??

The appearance of Mr. Archer for some reason had made the lust for power disappear, and now Toby had seen, for the first time with clear vision, what he had done.

?There were others,? Toby said.

?I know,? Mr. Archer said. ?That?s why I?m here, Toby. You killed them.?

Toby?s eyes widened. ?I-I didn?t mean to.?

?How many times did you and Sean??

?Once,? Toby said.

?Impossible,? Mr. Archer said. ?There must?ve been??

?No,? Toby said. ?Just once.?

The two of them stood in silence.

?Perhaps Sean is more powerful than I thought,? Mr. Archer said. ?Dangerously powerful.?

[Jace]

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[Oliver904]

Part 23

Dirk was impressed. He saw himself in the boy, he felt his power in him. There was Archer blood there too, but not like his own, not in the same way. This boy was his one and only son.

He could see it in the boy?s physique, muscles larger than other Hanazins his age, hands that could crush semi-trucks, and a mighty vascular network that covered every part of him, feeding power through his body.

But the boy drew away. ?Who are you!?

Dirk smiled. ?I?m your father, Sean.?

?I have a father, and he?s not you,? Sean said.

?But you?re not sure, are you,? Dirk said, pointing to his head. ?Come now, Sean, you can?t hide your thoughts from me. You and I both know the truth. I?m your father just as much as your other.?

?STAY OUTTA MY HEAD!? Sean screamed, throwing a blast of yellow energy at Dirk.

The energy hit Dirk?s pecs dead center, but he remained unmoving, the yellow beam flowing around him like a sturdy boulder in a stream. He laughed, then lifted a glowing hand before him.

Sean?s body shot up from the ground, levitating before Dirk. Dirk stretched out his fingers, and Sean?s limbs followed suit. The young boy groaned in pain, his face fierce and angry looking.

?Does it hurt?? Dirk asked. ?I had hoped my boy would be a little smarter than that.?

?Stop calling me that,? Sean said.

Dirk watched him scream in even more pain as he increased the pull on his limbs. He wasn?t going to kill the boy, but he wanted to make sure Sean knew his place in things. That was essential.

?If you?re wondering how it?s possible, you?ll have to leave your human mindset,? Dirk said. ?Power is what sustains us, Sean, power is what we are. We manipulate it, we revel in it, we LUST for it.?

?Stop with your poetics,? Sean said.

?It?s not hard to understand,? Dirk said. ?Two Hanazins release enough power to create a third.? He pointed to his head once again. ?You and Jason came quite close to it.? He approached Sean, not letting his gaze drop, seeing his eyes in the boy, the same icy blue. ?I know you better than you think, Sean.?

?You know nothing.?

?I know you want power,? Dirk said. ?You can?t have enough of it, can you??

Sean looked away.

?As I thought,? Dirk said. He let the energy flow into him, feeling it feed his muscles. He watched as more veins came to the surface of his forearms, ones existing already becoming thicker, his body turning corded. He felt his skin vibrating, his pecs pulsing and inflating, his cock following suit, spitting bits of precum.

He watched the boy?s do the same.

?You feel it, don?t you?? Dirk said. He saw the boy?s face contort in pain as he, himself, pushed towards his advanced level. His height shot up to 8 and a half feet, his legs like sculpted marble, thick veins pumping from his sack, through his inner thigh, over his truck-like quads, and moving like crawling ivy over the front of his calves and to his feet. ?YOU FEEL IT, SEAN!?

He saw the boy, though appearing in pain, detonate a torrent of man juice. It fell over Dirk?s power aura in a white rainstorm, evaporating into nothing.

Dirk shifted into his Hyper Level as if it was nothing, his lats pushing out to five feet, his height reaching nine, his cock pushing 25 inches with a girth like three baseball bats, veins wrapping around his shaft like dangerous snakes.

His power aura moved over Sean, making the boy cry out in pain and ecstasy. Dirk came as his abs etched into a lean, chiseled ten-pack. He drew his arms up into a double bicep, feeling his arms grow, filling like basketballs. He roared, his cock still exploding like a high-pressure fire hose, painting the trees white twenty whole feet away.

***

Sean felt the man?s power moving into his body. It was like his body was trying to hold itself together, the pain so intense, but at the same time, in ecstasy.

?Let it in, Sean,? the man said. ?Prove yourself strong!?

He watched as the man?s blond hair turned white, his eyes beginning to glow much the same color. The man roared louder than ever, and the power rushed towards Sean like a tidal wave.

All went silent around Sean. No more roaring, no more forest, no man. Just white light, bright but fading fast. He thought he had died, but the light disappeared, the roaring returned, and suddenly, Sean felt his body spasm, every hair on his body tingle. He watched as the veins in his hands surfaced and faded back over and over, pulsing, and then he felt it. Like a rush of cool energy coming from the man. It no longer hurt.

Sean let the energy in, and soon the immense power overtook him. His Advanced Level body expanded with a quickness he had never experienced?his legs pushing him up, his lats expanding. He could feel his back muscles reorganizing, growing, his abs popping and flattening, his lower ab veins moving like a river to his cock and sack. His skin felt like it would tear, growing more taut by the second, but finally relaxing and adapting. Sean roared with the man, uncaring of their relationship, only caring for the sudden power he was offering. He knew what was happening. He was going to surpass the Advanced, and move into Hyper Level.

It was a totally different world, things moving in slow motion, power visibly flowing into him. It was like Sean had moved out of his body, and he watched himself grow into a hulk like beast, muscles that would put Professor Benson to shame, his cock shuddering, sputtering, and growing in length and girth, until it finally blew, blasting hot cum like a three Old Faithful geysers.

The two Hanazins roared once more together, erasing everything a hundred feet in circumference from existence. It all evaporated as their power auras made contact. Even the ground below them was gone, leaving them levitating in their orbs of power.

And then they stopped.

Sean stared down at his hands, seeing the power in them like never before, watching them glow blue and red. He had a feeling that to touch anything would destroy it.

The sight was amazing. Two naked Hanazin men, muscles surpassing the gods of legend, sputtering cocks, their shafts lubed, slimy, and hard as steel. The man across from him looked like an anatomy chart on super steroids. A sight of true power, uncompromising muscle size, and a warrior like aura.

?I can give you more power if you stick with me,? the man said. ?I can teach you things they will fail to even try at that useless Academy. You are more like me than you know, especially in the way you lust for power.? He paused, staring into Sean?s eyes. ?You want to try it out, don?t you. You want to see what your new power can do.?

Sean felt his lips turn upward into a smile, and his conscious thought drown in his aura of power.


***


Toby stood before the massively muscled man in the black karate gi.

?Hmm? You say Sean did this?? the man asked Mr. Archer. He was grabbing and feeling Toby?s shoulders.

Toby wished he would stop. It was making him excited.

?According to Toby,? Mr. Archer said. ?I?m telling you, Professor Pierce, this is the strangest thing I?ve ever encountered. It just doesn?t seem possible.?

The man paused. He sighed. ?Well, I don?t see any harm in introducing the boy into the Academy, even as late as it is in the semester.?

?Professor, are you sure?? Mr. Archer asked.

?What academy?? Toby asked. ?The same as Sean?s??

?I?m afraid you must,? the man said. ?I?d rather you be under our guidance. There?s no telling??

Mr. Archer held a hand up for silence, his face contorted in confusion.

?Something wrong?? the professor asked.

Mr. Archer looked up, his face now with worry. ?He has Sean.?


***


Sean was left to own bidding, though he knew he was being watched all the while by the man. He had gone back to the human?s realm, and now he was set.

Nothing around him stayed for long, flying away from the force of his aura and crashing elsewhere. He didn?t care. The man said he?d take care of the Constables, and that Sean was to just have a little fun.

So Sean walked strait into traffic, the cars crashing into him, the people inside unable to handle Sean?s power, and their heads soon exploding after as they flew through their windshields.

Sean waited for the Semi. It laid on its horn, but Sean stood still.

The Semi slammed on its brakes, but soon found it didn?t need them, as the next second, Sean had the entire 18-wheeler held over his head. The man dropped out the door, attempted to run, but his body dissolved in Sean?s power.

Sean roared, his voice dropping an octave, the metal of the semi groaning, trying it?s best to fight Sean?s grip on it, but it was futile. Sean scrunched the massive truck together so that all it?s 18 wheels were mangled right next to each other, his face fierce and his body even more so covered in a thick vascular network. All that was left was a small rectangle of twisted metal.

Traffic had stopped miles back, having seen the floating Semi. Sean laughed and launched the cubed Semi at the cars like a guided missile. It struck the crowd in less than a milliseconds time with such force that the explosion was amplified, leaving nothing but scorched earth.

Sean didn?t waste any time. He was moving so fast down the road, it was like time travel, and the next moment he was in the middle of downtown. Skyscrapers rose over him, and Sean flew up into the air to meet them, hovering near their middles.

The people that had survived the power of Sean?s initial entrance, stared up at the mass of naked muscle floating above them, clearly stunned with fear and confusion.

Sean let out a wave of psychic energy, every single window in every single building and car blasted outward and rained down glass, a good portion of it staying in orbit around him.

The bystanders screamed and Sean laughed, drunk with power, as he released the orbiting and remaining glass down on the people. He flew down to the ground, heads exploding around him, bodies evaporating. He grasped the base of one of the stone skyscrapers, the steel frame fighting him, but no match.

With a great rumble, Sean lifted it effortlessly from the ground, people screaming inside and out, balancing all 80 floors of it over his head, his quads and calves adapting to the weight, his biceps bulging, his shoulder muscles displaying the perfect three, his pecs vibrating and growing, his traps rising higher up his neck. Thick cords fed his muscle and the sight made Sean lose his load. His 24-inch cock blasted and Sean went crazy. He bolted into the air, taking the building with him, before throwing it back towards the earth with such speed that it burned to ash.

Sean roared once again and the sun disappeared in the shadow of his power. He flew back towards the earth, the movement causing a sonic boom, before his feet landed on the earth and caused a 7 earthquake that tore the city to shambles. Concrete and steel fell on and around him, but he was unscathed and still wanting more.

[Oliver904]

Part 24

?So this is the young man you informed me about earlier, Professor Pierce?? the Headmaster asked, standing from his desk to have a good look over Toby. ?Have you sorted him yet??

?It?s strange really,? Prof. Pierce said. ?All signs point to the fact that the boy became a Hanazin through Sean Archer, a Ferunah student, but I believe this young man would best be suited for Behlmore. He shows great strength, and as you can see, his muscle growth has been substantial.?

?Though, that?s still not the strangest part of it all,? the Headmaster said. ?For a young man, a human, to become full Hanazin?.it?s just unheard of.?

Toby stood in front of the two Hulks, Professor Pierce the smaller of the two, as the Headmaster towered over everyone in the room, even Mr. Archer, who stood in the back, his face downtrodden.

The Headmaster approached Toby, his Black Karate Gi open at the center, exposing his ripped, massive, pecs, that bounced with his thunderous steps. Each breath he took displayed a chiseled ten-pack that was so cut, so defined, it seemed almost ready for another set of two. But it was the Headmaster?s arms that Toby couldn?t pull his eyes away from. The muscle was like the finest cut of hard stone, his skin like dark amber, veins crawling and pulsating over the surface. His biceps showed thick ?Y? veins that connected the networks running over his powerful forearms.

Toby was finding it hard to breathe, his cock hardening under his new red, Behlmore uniform. He was a bit embarrassed as he remembered his thoughts were more than likely being read at that very moment, though it didn?t really matter, as his 16-inch cock tented his pants. And then, the Headmaster put his hand on Toby?s shoulder, involuntarily passing his energy flow through a sensitive young man. Toby blasted a stream of jizz so powerful that, after a moment of backsplash, tore right through his pants, shredding them.

?Sorry,? Toby said, through gritted teeth, as his muscles grew. He pulled off the top half to keep it from shredding as well, his back muscles stretching the fabric.

?Not to worry,? the Headmaster said. ?More my fault, though perfectly normal for any young Hanazin.? He looked over to Professor Pierce. ?Behlmore, you say??

Professor Pierce nodded.

Toby, meanwhile, was trying his best to fight off the urge to visualize Professor Pierce and the Headmaster going at it?a fight he was having much difficulty. For a moment, he thought he had let the thought slip, as the Headmaster gave him a curious look.

But he just smiled and crossed the room over to Mr. Archer. ?Don?t worry,? he said. ?Sean is more you than him. He?ll return soon enough.?

?We both know that?s not true,? Mr. Archer said. ?And we both know Dirk has grown incredibly powerful. I can?t stop him by myself.?

The Headmaster sighed, his pecs ballooning the top of his Gi. He took a step towards Mr. Archer, shaking the foundation once again. ?We can do it, Max. I?ve faced opponents far more powerful than Dirk.?

?What about Sean?? Mr. Archer asked.

The Headmaster laughed. ?He?s just a boy, Max. Granted, he?s a spectacular, and unusual case, but he?s still just a first year student.?

Mr. Archer turned from the Headmaster. ?I?m connected to him. I felt him. I felt his power.? He turned back. ?What first year do you know that can reach Hyper Level??

There was silence in the room for a good ten seconds, then the Headmaster turned to Professor Pierce.

?Professor,? the Headmaster said. ?Perhaps you could show Toby to his dorm.?

?Yes, Headmaster,? Prof. Pierce said. He raised a glowing hand and Toby?s uniform was fully repaired. ?Come, Toby.?

Toby followed Professor Pierce out the door and into the hallway, still gawking at the way his uniform was made as if new again.

?Follow me,? Prof. Pierce said, leading the way down a set of spiral steps to the third floor and down a corridor to the right.

Down ways a bit, stood a giant pedestal with an even larger statue of an angry bull on top. It was the same design as the patch on Toby?s Gi. He didn?t need to be closer to read the engraving on the base of the column, as his superhuman eyes could see the words just as clearly as if he was right next to it: ?House of Behlmore??and in smaller words, ?House of the Bull, House of the Strong.?

The words alone made Toby hard.

He and the professor stopped at a door with the brass numbers 427. Professor Pierce placed his hand over a black square in the wall, and the door unlatched and opened.

Toby could?ve came again at that very moment. Three boys, each like champion teen bodybuilders on super steroids, the biggest with brown hair, the second largest with blond dreadlocks, and the smallest?though still larger than Toby?with spiky brown hair?all three of them going at it, the largest pumping the blond?s ass, face to face, in the air and up the wall, and the spiky haired one sucking the blond?s 20-inch cock from the side, his 18 incher ballooning before their eyes.

The foundation around Toby and the Professor shook in a 4.0 magnitude, the large window near the back shattered, and each of the boys grew larger by the second, dollops of their hot man juice splashing on the stone floor of their dormitory.

To Toby?s bemusement, Professor Pierce didn?t seem bothered by it at all, and pointed to an empty corner of the room were an empty bed lay, psychically telling Toby that was his.

Toby nodded his thanks, and Professor Pierce, again psychically, offered a brief ?Good Luck?, and left.

Toby could feel his pants tenting once again, and not wanting to shred his clothes again, disrobed, and began jacking his slick pole.

The largest turned to Toby, and without care said, ?You want in, Newbie??

Toby, mouth still hanging open, could only offer a nod, and suddenly he felt his body lifting towards them in the air, until he, himself, a natural flyer, floated over to the others.

The blond had began moaning, and grunting, his cock exploding into the spiky haired boy?s mouth, cum flowing down his shaft and sack.

The largest turned to Toby, his face fighting ecstasy. ?So, what are you waiting for? Get in my ass already.?

Toby didn?t wait for further instruction, his lubed 16-incher jumping and sputtering. He rammed his thick cock into the tight confines of the largest boy?s ass, wasting no time pumping full speed. He watched the boy?s back grow wider and leaner right before his eyes, he felt the boy?s ass tightening and growing harder under his grip, as the interior closed around his fuck stick.

All three of the boys were growing before his eyes, their chests inflating like balloons, veins running from their nipples and over the powerful slabs of meat. Toby reveled in their energy, and soon he was growing as well, his biceps so large they felt ready to tear from his very skin. He thought the room was going to separate from the rest of the castle, as the shaking grew more intense, and the wall behind the blond began to crack and fissure.

He caught the gaze of the blond, his face in utter ecstasy, his teeth gritted, and veins pulsing from his neck, collar, and chest. He went into a double bicep pose, the muscle jumping up like great boulders surfacing from the great ocean of his triceps, veins pulsing and running over his skin like the birth of a new river. The sight made Toby crazy, and he began to grunt and fuck the large boy harder and harder.

?That?s how you do it!? screamed the largest, blasting his load into the blond. ?FUCK!?

The force of it all didn?t break through the wall, but dented the blond into a large crater and off the largest boy?s pole. The largest boy held his colossal 22-inch manhood before him, bellowing and covering the blond and the spiky haired boy with torrents of hot cum, the blast causing the crater to crack and spread, and Toby never once stopping his ass ramming.

The largest boy?s cum backsplashed off the other two and onto he and Toby. Toby rubbed his hands in the jizz and over the largest boy?s ever expanding, vibrating and pulsating torso, a chest too big for even Toby?s large hands, and abs unknowing of any substance fat. Toby could feel the boy?s waist collapsing under his grip, his waist shrinking and becoming leaner and tighter like the rest of him.

The sensation put Toby over the limit, and he detonated into the largest boy?s ass, the contact so tight that cum sprayed high pressure from the hole and over Toby?s growing legs. All four of their sacks looked like they were breathing heaving breaths, and all four came like simultaneous geysers.

Toby pulled his cock from the boy and joined in the rainstorm of hot man juice, all four bodies painted white and growing. It was like a morphing line-up of pro-bodybuilders, graduating from teens right to heavyweights, the largest boy surpassing Craig Titus, their bodies glowing and releasing powerful energy, radiating and feeding their vascular bodies, their faces fierce as they bellowed.

Toby loved watching their quads reshape and inflate, the four muscle god?s with legs that could destroy the transmissions of a parking lot of cars. He loved watching the river of veins cover their forearms and flow over the top of their hands, hands that could crush diamonds into dust.

Once they were all spent, the largest boy turned to Toby, glistening, his entire body lubed like his massive cock, his veins pulsating as his muscles continued to grow.

?Nice to meet you, Newbie,? he said. ?Name?s Kyle. Kyle Sparks.?

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[Mad Dog]

Yeah, hey, where are the new chapters? >:3

[JohnNewEngland]

Good God what a phenomenal story. You're a fantastic, imaginative writer. I hope you continue with this amazing piece of work. I can't wait to see how far Sean's father takes his power.

[iceman75]

Yeah, I agree, I hope you continue this story soon, its one of the hottest I've read, I love your strength and muscle description.

[Oliver904]

It's been a really long time. Sorry 'bout that. I couldn't keep up with things, but I thought I'd drop by. Hope it's worthy of the wait. Wish I could do more, but it's difficult at the moment.

Oliver



Part 25

Nobody would tell him what had happened to Sean. Jason had even tried reading his father?s mind, but it was futile. A first year trying to read a Professor?s mind? Wishful thinking, he knew that. But he had to try.

Jason marched across the castle yard and towards the surrounding manor houses. He was fully dressed in his gray, sleeveless Karate Gi, the ivory skin of his ripped pecs adjusting to his new muscle growth. He had just finished class with Professor Benson, who had worked them relentlessly. Jason felt his biceps hardening, could feel the veins surfacing and more and more his legs, from his calves to his quads, were widening, growing leaner, with each step he took.

He spotted Dragahna House on the eastern side of the Quad, a huge manor house surrounded by a black iron fence. The entrance gate was molded into two dueling welsh dragons and held their banner. Underneath was their motto, engraved with intricate patterns into the metalwork. But Jason couldn?t read it. It was written in their ancient language and first years weren?t scheduled to learn anything of the sort.

He passed through the gate and almost blew his load. There was so much power floating through the air, so much testosterone. To his left, at least 20 Dragahnas were preparing for the upcoming tournament team tryouts. Punching, kicking, completely nude, their hard, golden tanned bodies glistening in the hot sun, despite the fact that Hanazins barely ever broke a sweat. It was clear they were working very hard. Their 8-inch flaccid (and some 15-inch hard) cocks were flopping about in all their glory. Jason could barely swallow through the lump in his throat that had developed at the sight of it all. He watched as one of the taller boys drew his leg up at a full 180 degrees, his legs reshaping and growing more vascular as they supported his weight.

As if that wasn?t enough, another group of six were pounding each other?s asses. They had to be eighth years, as they all looked close to the professors, like a lineup of fully roided bodybuilders going at it. The energy radiating off of them was almost painful, but as always, strangely arousing. The Dragahnas, being known for their high levels of natural energy, were putting off so much power that the vegetation was drying up and dying all around them. The iron fencing was twisting and bending to unnatural shapes, and Jason was sure their collective energies had a good chance of bringing in a thunderstorm if they weren?t careful. The Prefects would fix it all later anyways. Jason was literally blown off his feet as one of them unloaded into another, hot man-juice spraying the yard like a torrential downpour.

Jason stood and hurried for the front doors of the manor house. He didn?t have time to enjoy such things at the moment. It?s what he had to keep telling himself, at least.

He entered into a huge hallway, the ceiling stretching 20 feet high, with grand chandeliers lighting every space of the room, illuminating a ten-foot statue at its center. ?Errol The Great? it read. ?Champion of Dragahna.? It was almost as if he was inside the carved marble, like his energy was still radiating through the stone. He was muscle upon muscle and Jason had a feeling the statue was built to size. His veins covered every part of his body, from his pecs, to his arms, to the lower parts of his ten-pack abs. Each vessel seemed alive, thick and powerful. Errol?s cock was carved a flaccid 12-inches, NOT so great, in some Hanazin circles, but to Jason was still impressive. He reached out and touched the smooth surface, his fingers running down the shaft, almost wishing he could see it?well, ?hard? would be the wrong word in this case, he thought.

?Jason??

Jason drew away as quickly as he could?and for him, the speed was blinding. It was Davis.

?What are you doing?? Davis asked.

?Um?just?I was just looking for Sean,? Jason said. ?I was wondering if you?d seen him.?

Davis stared at him, almost leering. Jason looked down and saw why. With all that had happened, he had tented his pants.

Davis began making his way up a long, twisted staircase, Jason following far enough behind so not to poke him in the ass. Some other Dragahnas passed on their way down, but didn?t bother with the stairs. They just flew.

They reached room 109, the numbers marked in gold metal. The black placard on the adjacent wall read ?Davis Marlowe, Marlon Hanson, and Joshua Nickels.? The door was vibrating violently, and when Davis opened it, a blast of testosterone hit the two of them and the rear window shattered. Hot, white cum rained over them as one of Davis?s roommates continued unloading, pumping his fat 18-incher, his sack heaving, his muscles reshaping to the size of a top teen bodybuilder, rattling the foundation violently.

?Sorry ?bout that,? Davis said. ?Marlon!? he called to his roommate.

Davis?s roommate turned, his face fierce, his chest still heaving and growing, veins surfacing with each exhale.

?Marlon, this is Jason,? Davis said.

Marlon rubbed the caramel colored skin by his biceps, watching the single cord widen as more blood pumped into his muscles, completely ignoring the other two. His black cornrows were covered white with his own fluids. ??Sup,? he finally said, nodding in Jason?s direction.

?Hey,? Jason said.

?Damn!? Marlon said, moving in on Jason and eyeing his Gi. ?You?re one big fucker, aren?t you? Ferunah House? Ain?t that some bullshit?literally, you look like you should be in Behlmore.?

Davis was disrobing from his Green and Yellow Karate Gi, his eight-incher flopping out between his legs. He began stroking it as if it was routine. ?I wouldn?t fuck with him, Marlon, seriously. He?ll put you through the fuckin? wall.?

?Yeah?? Marlon said, his eyes moving to Jason?s tent. ?You look game. I am if you are.?

?Maybe later,? Jason said.

Davis pinned Marlon against the wall, releasing an aura so strong that it shattered the dragon bust on the mantle. He worked his lips around Marlon?s, but stopped a second later. ?So, you haven?t heard anything about Sean?? he asked Jason.

Jason shook his head.

Davis had his mouth at Marlon?s brown nipples, muscle hardening under his lips. He stopped again. ?Heard some bad stuff, man.?

Jason had heard those things too, but didn?t want to believe them.

?They say he?s crossed,? Davis continued. He began stuffing Marlon?s lubed shaft into his mouth, Marlon moaning. But then Davis stopped again, shoving Marlon into the wall, which cracked around his massive lats. Marlon grinned.

Davis sighed. ?Don?t worry about it, Jason. I?m connected to Sean like yourself. I don?t believe those things either.?

Jason hesitated at first, but then nodded in agreement.

Davis nudged his chin toward Marlon. ?Prepped him for ya. You seem you could use the fun more than I could.?

Jason laughed. ?Yeah. Maybe you?re right.? He went into a ?most-muscular? pose, ripping his Gi from back to front. His pants shredded to allow for his 18-incher that was still expanding.

Marlon could only gawk as he glared at the amazing sight that was Jason: pecs like huge slaps of marble, shoulders the size of bowling balls, lean ten-pack abs, vascular tone like an inverted anatomy chart. Jason radiated so much power that the dresser next to him crippled and splintered until it was no more.

?Fuck yeah,? Marlon murmured blankly as Jason approached. His cock was dripping dollops of pre-cum onto the carpet.

Davis had already blasted into the fireplace, and rested against the mantle, his chest heaving and reshaping, his cock retreating as his sack moved in its breathing pattern. He turned to speak to Marlon. ?I wasn?t joking when I said he?d put you through the wall, Marlon.? He grinned. ?Try not to scream.?


***

Toby felt himself being shaken awake. He blinked the sleep from his eyes.

Kyle, Neil, and Bryce, his three roommates, stood next to his bed, all of them wearing only their red and black Behlmore shorts. As for Toby, he was wearing not a thing under his blankets.

If he hadn?t known better, he would?ve thought it was a dream. Everyday he?d check to see if the ring he?d been given on the day of his entrance to the Academy was still there.

?What?s goin? on?? he asked.

?We?re going to town,? Kyle said.

?I thought we?re not allowed to leave the campus,? Toby said.

Kyle and the others laughed. ?What are you, some kind of pussy? Besides, we?re not leaving the dimension. We do it all the time, and we?re not the only ones. You comin??

Toby had to think about it. ?Sure,? he finally said, throwing off his blankets.

Kyle nodded approvingly. ?Throw on your shorts and meet us at the front gates.?

Toby did, and within the next minute met Kyle and the others outside the Academy. The moon hung brightly over them, illuminating the miles of grassy field.

?Feel like running?? Neil asked Toby, tying back blond dreadlocks. ?The town?s fifteen miles to the north of here.?

?Sounds fine,? Toby said.

?Just try to keep up,? Bryce said. He hadn?t spiked his hair tonight, choosing to leave it au natural.

?Let?s go!? Kyle called, and in a blur he was gone.

Neil was next, followed by Bryce and Toby. They reached the town in the next minute, none of them tired or strained. It was as if they had just gone for a brisk walk.

It was just as Kyle had said. The town was flooded with late night Academy teens. He pointed to a huge gothic looking building down the street. Its sign glowed a bright neon green reading, ?The Mind Cycle?.

?That?s it, right there,? Kyle said. ?You ready??

Toby shrugged. ?What is it??

?You?ll see,? Bryce said, smiling in a cunning manner.

The four of them flew up the steps and entered The Mind Cycle?s doors.

?Back again, are we?? a mountain of muscle asked as they entered.

Toby was taken back by the man?s sheer size. His lats were so large it seemed impossible that he could even lower his arms. Toby thought the man looked like somebody on a t.v. show he used to watch, Charlie Hunnam or something?he wasn?t sure. He wore only shorts and flip-flops, and in a flash, seemed to teleport behind the front counter.

?Urban City again?? he asked Kyle. ?Or will you go with your usual??

Kyle paused. ?Urban City.?

?Done,? the man said, touching his temple. ?To your right.?

Toby followed the others through a set of double doors to the right of the counter. He had to step back once inside, because they were no longer inside.

?Don?t freak on me,? Kyle said, pulling Toby back. ?Shut the door.?

Toby obeyed. The doors disappeared behind them. They were standing in the alleyway of an urban city center, skyscrapers rising to the side of them, cars parallel parked, and the sidewalks packed with mindless pedestrians. ?What?s going on??

?It?s just an illusion,? Neil said. ?A mind game. Nothings real, but it sure feels that way. It?s a fully functional city, except for the fact that it?s not really there.?

Kyle stepped out of the alleyway to the surprise of the surrounding gawking pedestrians. He eyed a guy in a black sleeveless muscle shirt, who, for an everyday human, filled it pretty well.

Kyle let the man walk right into him, the two of them bumping their massive chests.

?G?th?Fuck out the way!? the man said. He tried to shove Kyle, but Kyle remained unmoved.

Kyle bawled a hand into a fist and rammed it right through the man?s stomach. The man didn?t have time to scream and his head exploded the next second all over Kyle?s expanding muscles.

Toby lost all his breath. ?What are you doing!?

?It?s not real,? Kyle said calmly, his cock hardening, 12-inches, 14-inches, 16-inches.

Pedestrians were running from him now, screaming, but Neil and Bryce joined Kyle out of the alleyway and held them still with their psychic energy.

?It?s therapy, Toby,? Neil said. ?It?s how we deal with not wanting to do this in real life.? Neil roared, his body expelling an aura that tumbled the parked cars next to him, turning all non-hanazins to dust.

Toby felt Neil?s power flowing through him as well, taking over his mind.

?Go on, Toby,? Neil said, his pecs ballooning outward, his height shooting to seven feet. ?It?s good to show them who?s god. You have to. Otherwise they grow cocky and arrogant. You have to put them in their place.?

Neil stretched his arm out to his side, a showcase of his growing lats and ripped serratus muscles. A beam of energy shot out of his fingers and blasted through a 20-story building across the street. The force of the explosion destroyed everything around it in a huge collection of fireballs, screaming agony coming from the interiors.

?Oh FUCK YEAH!? he roared, blasting a stream of his man-juice miles into the air. It came down in a quick shower, his cock bobbing up and down, dripping and twitching.

Bryce was already flying above the streets, above the traffic. He spotted a greyhound bus and swept down like an eagle going for its prey. He lifted it into the air with little effort, his ripped shoulders growing to adjust for the weight, people screaming from the interior. But Bryce didn?t care. He pulled the axles together, squishing it all like an accordion.

Toby had to turn away. He didn?t know why it bothered him. It wasn?t real. But like Neil said, it felt that way. He couldn?t understand how the others could so carelessly go about it.

Kyle had turned to smashing cars, finding joy in seeing how he could total a car with just his middle finger?a ?FUCK YOU!? for each and every one of them.

Bryce had flown down to stand next to Toby, his muscles still expanding. His calves were reshaping as if being formed for the very first time by some invisible hand, his skin flowing over the fibers and allowing way for new vessels to feed the powerful, diamond shaped muscles. He pulled down on his cock, and it shot back up erect with a ?twack? against his eight-pack. He detonated then, blasting a few cars into one another, causing a pile up in the close lane, all of it covered in his white goo.

He patted Toby on the back. ?I was like you the first time. But the power will get to you sooner of later. Better you do it here. If you don?t, you could end up doing it for real. And when you do it for real, there are real consequences.? He shrugged his boulder like shoulders. ?Why don?t you start with a few buildings. I?ll help.?

Suddenly Bryce heaved Toby like a guided missile into a collection of skyscrapers. Glass fell down in a hailstorm as everybody tried to flee. Laying in the rubble, Toby realized it wasn?t so bad. Maybe Bryce was right.

Toby pounced out onto the street, his cock tearing through his shorts as he landed in a massive quake. An H2 Hummer was headed his way. Toby spun around to meet it, pounding his fist on the hood and sending half of the armored vehicle into the asphalt. The young stockbroker-ish man inside was squealing like a little girl. Toby stuck his colossal cock through the broken windshield and into the man?s open mouth, filling him with his cum.

The power was too much for the man to take, and he vaporized into nothing. The sight made Toby insane. The power truly was addicting. He stepped off the dismantled, smoking hood of the Hummer and watched his 16-inch cock bobbing and twitching before him. He flicked his tip, sending a torrent of his lube through the air like a fireman salute.

People ran for cover, screaming in terror, as it came raining down upon them.

Kyle zoomed over in a flash to stand next to Toby.

?How?s it feel?? Kyle asked. He laughed. ?Feels good, don?t it??

?Fuck yeah,? Toby whispered, watching his hands widening. New veins climbed from his wrists and up his forearms, thickening by his biceps. ?FUCK YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAH!?

Toby bellowed so loud that his voice slipped an octave downward. Kyle stood next to him unmoving, basking in his power, growing along with his fellow Behlmore, sending floods of cum into the city streets. Bryce and Neil joined in, their collective energies causing a 7.0 magnitude earthquake, splitting the pavement in a wide chasm. Even the veins by Toby?s forehead pulsed and lengthened, branching out by his temples. He slammed his fist into the earth, and the impact hit the city like a falling meteor?

?Times up, boys!?

It was the voice of the man behind the desk.

Everything disappeared. They were standing in an empty black room. There was no telling how far it stretched.

?Seems like you enjoyed yourself after all,? Neil said, his pecs jumping as he adjusted for the growth. Toby could actually hear the blond?s abs reshaping, like somebody blowing up a balloon and stretching something at the same time.

?We headed back?? Toby asked, feeling his back widening, his traps squeezing and fighting his broadening neck for space. ?To the Academy, I mean.?

Kyle laughed. ?It?s still early. It?s time for the REAL fun to begin.?

[Oliver904]

A belated Christmas gift. Hope you enjoy.

Oliver



Part 26

Dirk stood on the hill overlooking the rolling countryside. Luther stood next to him. The two of them had been silent for quite some time, both of them naked, their muscles reshaping under their tanned, vascular skin, and the tips of their massive cocks bobbing underneath their shredded pecs.

“What do you think?” Dirk asked, turning to look at Luther. “About him?”

“His basics are shit,” Luther said, swallowing through the lump in his throat. “He’s powerful, but that power will only get him so far if he doesn’t understand how to properly utilize his—” He fell to his knees.

Dirk’s fists were clenched and radiating a blue glow. “Do you not think I can teach him how, Luther?”

Luther winced under the pain of Dirk’s power. His body tried to fight the energy, his veins pulsating to compensate for the rush of energy, but soon Luther succumbed to it, his muscles expanding to adapt and his cock exploding over the hillside like a white rainstorm. His breathing had turned labored. “It’s not that you can’t. But the trouble of teaching him everything he needs to know.... It’s too much for one person to do in time. Even you.” He slowly rose to his feet, his veins still pulsing and feeding his quads and calves to grow, pushing his height to eight feet. “Just send him back, Dirk. Send Sean back to the Academy. Erase his memory—whatever you need to do.”

Dirk spun with a speed like lightning and seized Luther by the throat. “Do I sense a bit of jealousy?”

“You asked me what I think!” Luther shrieked.

Dirk’s grip tightened as his hands widened. The vascular network thickened at his hands, climbing up his forearms, biceps, and shoulders. His pecs vibrated wildly, thick fibers incinerating the fat underneath and turning his chest into a mass of pure, lean, ripped muscle. The growth was audible for even human ears and its rapidity spoke of Dirk’s extreme power. He towered over Luther, lifting the mass of muscle man as if he weighed nothing.

Luther choked. “I’m looking out for your best interest!” he gasped.

Dirk laughed. “You’re a fool.” He brought Luther’s face up to his own, feeling his hot breath against his lip. “I would be sending him back to the very place I worked so hard to retrieve him from. Back to people that wish to protect him from me.”

“He’s not ready yet,” Luther said, his eyes even with Dirk’s. “Let the Professors at the Academy train him for you. Let them make him even MORE powerful for you. He’ll be easier to mold into what you need him to be.”

Dirk laughed again, his pecs moving up and down and his eight-pack abs tightening. He levitated into the air and stuffed his throbbing cock into Luther’s mouth, guiding him along the lubed, dripping shaft and lifting him up with his cock’s strength alone. The two them were now both floating ten-feet off the ground, Luther hanging limply by only his mouth.

“I need to think,” Dirk said. “Perhaps you ARE onto something.” As he felt his power surging, the wind picked up all around them, and soon thunder was rumbling over their heads. Dirk wasn’t holding back. He never did when he knew he was facing a tough decision. Dirk’s back shot out wide in an explosion of rapid muscle growth, immediately tightening to conform to the non-existent fat underneath. His other muscles followed in quick succession, the ground trembling far below, triceps, biceps, chest and abs, his hair turning wild and white and his cock ballooning in Luther’s mouth. “Hope you’re hungry.”

Dirk gripped Luther’s head and blasted into his mouth. The excess cum sprayed out between the cracks of Luther’s mouth and onto Dirk’s still transforming quads. The stream of cum followed the appearance of pulsating veins all the way down to his calves and feet. There was a great flash of lightning and Dirk’s powerful aura released from his body like a great atomic bomb, blasting the surroundings for miles into nothing.



***

“You coming to the cock fight?”

Toby turned around and found Kyle staring at him inquisitively.

“The what?” Toby asked.

“The cock fight, retard,” Kyle said. “Jeez, you would think with super hearing you’d be able to hear me the first time.”

Neil and Bryce arrived behind Kyle, the three of them wearing only their Speedos from Acrobatics. Neil’s traps were still reshaping, his neck widening and both Bryce and Kyle looked like they had just experience a boulder like expansion in their shoulders.

Toby had already changed into his Behlmore shorts and was just about to head down to the gym. He shut the door of their dorm room, then said, “I don’t have a chicken.” He immediately regretted it.

Kyle, Neil, and Bryce all burst out laughing.

“What a newbie!” Bryce said. He grabbed Toby’s crotch with only a single hand, lifting him up and pinning the young Behlmore against the wall. “This is all you’ll need.”

Soon, a crowd of other Behlmores came trudging through the hallway. First Years through Eighth Years, all buck-naked.

Kyle grinned. “You coming or not?”

Toby shrugged. “Sure.”

And the four of them followed the crowd into the common room. The furniture had already been cleared and the fireplace spread its bright glow along the entire space, illuminating the many Behlmore flags and emblems around the grand space.

Immediately the entire group of about 20 other Behlmore students began wanking their flaccid cocks, preparing them for things to come. Toby disrobed and joined in and soon, like the others, his giant barge pole was erect, lubed, and ready to go.

An Eighth Year came to the center of the room, still rubbing his eighteen-incher. Toby’s eyes grew wide. He had known Behlmores were known for their strength and muscle growth, but he never thought a young Hanazin of ANY House could grow so massive.

“That’s Jamie,” Kyle said. “Tournament Team Captain for our House.”

Jamie’s blond hair was a stylish, trendy mess. Purposely so, it seemed. He stood talking to another, smaller Eighth Year. When he smiled deep dimples would appear on his cheeks. That was enough for Toby to go full mast. He didn’t need his hands. Jamie took a step back and every striation of his leg muscles became a prominent feature of his vascular, golden skin. He looked like he could crush the other Eighth Year, perhaps a few Professors as well, as he was an almost exact copy of Professor Benson—just without the black fuzz.

Jamie patted the other Eighth Year on his back, causing the fellow Behlmore to stoop a bit, then faced to address the gathered crowd of his Housemates. He pulled his shaft downward and it shot up and thwacked against his pecs, releasing a spurt of cum.

“Ready to get started?” He had a distinct London accent. He put his hands on his hips and his pecs jiggled a bit, before somebody behind him grabbed his wrists and tied them together behind his back. “Who’s up first—Noah, you ref?”

A curly brown haired boy shrugged his meaty shoulders. “Sure.” He pushed through the crowd to stand next to Jamie.

“He’ll go first!” Kyle said loudly. In a matter of milliseconds he had tied Toby’s wrists and pushed him forward.

Toby didn’t protest. He couldn’t. He was still too stunned by the sight of Jamie.

“Oh, you’re the new First Year,” Jamie said. “First time in a cock fight?”

For a moment Toby said nothing. But then he snapped out of his trance. “Yeah,” he managed.

Jamie laughed. The dimples, the smile. “Alright,” he said. The accent. “Simple, really. As you see, our arms are tied and our cocks are not. First one to blast into an orifice of his opponent’s wins.” He shrugged his ripped, veiny shoulders. Toby could almost hear the muscle moving. “I’ll go easy. Don’t worry.”

“Ready?” It was the brown haired boy Noah.

Toby and Jamie stood at the center. The others gathered around, some still wanking their thick cocks and dripping dollops of their cum at their feet and staining the red carpet.

Noah nodded. “Fight!”

Toby didn’t know what to do and stood motionless. That was a mistake. Jamie came up fast and sent his fully erect dick stabbing into Toby’s abs. Toby felt his feet leave the floor and hunched over in pain. Go easy, Jamie had said. Before Toby had hit the floor, Jamie shot forward and put his shaft right between Toby’s crotch, cradling him next to his hard torso. For a brief moment Toby felt Jamie’s pecs growing against his face, but it was very brief, as a second later Jamie flexed his dick and sent Toby flipping backward onto the floor. Toby landed with a reverberating thud. The other’s cheered.

“I thought you were gonna go easy,” Toby said, wincing as he got to his feet.

Jamie looked confused. “I was.”

Toby took advantage of the moment and burst forward faster than sound. The sonic boom rumbled through the space and shattered everything fragile: windows, torch globes, statues, vases (the students weren’t bothered by it, almost as if ignoring it). He thrust his pelvis forward, his abs etched lean and refined, and sent his cock into Jamie’s eight pack. He came on contact, his hot man juice spraying an unmoving and unfazed Jamie, ricocheting like a fire hose spraying a brick wall.

“You missed,” Jamie said. He smiled. The dimples. The voice. The accent. The muscles. Toby could’ve fainted right there.

“Just end it already will ya,” the ref, Noah said. “The others wanna go as well, ya know?”

Toby was lost in a trance again. Suddenly he saw a flash of Jamie moving. He felt his jaw forced open, as Jamie stuffed his meat inside, pumping a few times before appearing behind him. It had happened so quickly, as if the muscle god had simply teleported. Then Toby felt something plunged into his ass. He gasped, hearing the others cheering and laughing as Jamie psychically gripped his pelvis. Then, in an instant of fierce ass-fucking— Toby feeling his feet leaving the floor as Jamie levitated—Jamie pinned Toby against the wall and detonated inside him. The room shook and shifted violently and Toby gasped louder, feeling Jamie’s power flowing through his body, feeding his muscles, excess cum spraying from his sphincter.

Jamie slipped his lubed cock out of Toby’s ass in one slimy motion and Toby hit the floor, his muscles still expanding. As he ripped off the wrist ties and stared at his hands, in awe of their power, and watched a virgin network of veins climb up his pulsing forearms, Jamie kneeled down next to him. The muscle underneath the Eighth Year’s pecs was flowing like water, hardening in sections: lower pecs, central, and finally ended with the upper pecs, veins popping to the surface almost as if sealing off the process. He smiled again, ruffling Toby’s hair with a rough, giant hand, then said, “I think I should’ve gone easier on you.”

[Oliver904]

I just wanted to say thank you for all the nice comments and feedback and so made enough time to write this next installment. Thanks again, guys!

Oliver


PART 27

Sean arrived lithely on the icy banks, landing on the frozen surface with the skill of a jungle cat. All around him the evergreens were covered in snow and the chill was well below zero. Still he wore nothing. Clothes had become a hindrance in his time spent with his father. His father Dirk. His other kept the secrets of his true potential from him. Always telling him lies about who he truly was. Never human, always a Hanazin. There was of course the Battlesuits?with fabric that stretched and never torn, no matter how immense the power or muscle growth became. But Sean felt it offered too much of a handicap and he wanted to prove to Dirk that he could complete the mission without such things. Naked, alone, and in his Rookie Power Level (muscled like a champion Teen Bodybuilder), Sean was ready to retrieve the first key.

There were four altogether. The first was to be the easiest and least guarded, but still his father warned him of the challenge ahead?almost daring him to fail. Sean saw the mountain fortress in the distance, a tiny dot to human eyes, but crystal clear to any Hanazin Warrior. The hybrids would be guarding the gates?those humans who Hanazins made better, like the salesclerk who Sean had a go with. It was what Toby was promised to become. They lacked Sean?s abilities. They wouldn?t see him until it was too late.

Sean looked down at his right hand, opening and closing his palm, feeling the power that it would soon bestow. Veins pulsed and engorged with blood all over his forearms and little by little his cock drew out before him like a saber of lubed flesh and arteries. When fully erect it stood there bobbing just below his ripped pecs, following the cadence of his beating heart. He prepared for the jump, his veiny feet crushing the snowy rock beneath them, his quads etched fine and lean, and then Sean blasted into the sky like a guided warhead. He had learned from Dirk to muffle the sounds of his movement if he had to, even that of the sonic boom that he simply adjusted for. It was an effortless use of his power and only a fraction of the training he had received from his father.

Within milliseconds he had reached the cliff face and angled his lean, muscled torso towards his destination, until finally he landed only feet from the gate. The hybrids saw him immediately, drawing their rifles. Though their abilities were far from human now, it seemed their brains had fallen behind. It was clear what Sean was, clear he was a Hanazin man, yet still they would try to slow him down. Ten in all, they were perched in varying places, only four on the ground level facing Sean himself. They were all heavily muscled like a lineup of pro bodybuilders, but dressed in full combat gear, most with sleeves torn off to allow for their massive arms. Like Sean, the cold had no effect on their bodies, and yet Sean knew they were far lacking in their ability to stop him.

?HALT!? one of the ground guards said. ?This property is under the ownership of very powerful people. I suggest you back away. NOW!?

Sean smirked, staring at the ground, laughing, his meaty pecs jiggling and his eight-pack etching in showcase of his extinction of the fat underneath. He lifted his eyes to the speaker. The man didn?t even have time to scream.

Blood and brain matter sprayed over the other three next to him, the speaker?s now headless body collapsing on the crimson stained snow with a muted ?paft?. The guards were all left shaken, but they opened fire in an instant.

Sean took the bullets head on, some even striking the cornea of his eyes, but all flattened by the sturdiness of his powerful physique. Who were they expecting to stop with such primitive weapons? Who had they expected would come to claim the key? A key only a Hanazin would desire.

It was like a flash. Like blinking. One second the remaining nine were standing, desperately trying to reload their weapons, and the next they were dead, at least four of them gone completely into nothing. Sean stood on the other side of the gate, untouched and growing more powerful by the second. Now in the courtyard of the fortress, he realized the hybrids were there only to stir away any passing humans?not that many would happen to find the area, but still the most likely purpose. Possibly to deal with investors, contractors, scientist and such. But now Sean realized he was in Hanazin territory and as his massively muscled opponents trudged into view, he knew then that the real challenge was set to begin.

Six Hanazin men encircled him, all dressed in Black Lycra Battlesuits that covered every inch of their muscular forms. A handicap, Sean thought. They were going to need it.

?Identify yourself,? said the one closest. His chiseled jaw line and pats of brown stubble gave him a dashing and gallant persona. Like he was there to save the day. It was a somewhat familiar face that Sean was unable to place.

?Sean.? Sean paused. ?Sean?Stervis?son of Dirk Stervis.?

The closest remained unmoving, but Sean could see the others backing away a bit. But then came the signal and the other five rushed forward.

The biggest of them, an eight-foot giant with arms like an ogre, was the first to strike. But Sean dodged easily and sent a swift, well placed kick into the man?s iron six-pack. But the man was only knocked back, before he was set to strike again. And Sean had the other four trying desperately to seize him. It wasn?t fair, six against one, so he decided to do something about it.

As he dodged a series of rapid punches and blurs of roundhouse and heel kicks, he concentrated the power he needed and released it outward. The power blasted the snow upward into three small pillars. The Hanazin guards turned to see what had happened and were soon facing three Sean doppelgangers, not made of snow, but of flesh, bone, muscle, and power. Their cocks were sputtering real man juice, melting the icy ground upon contact. Then, Sean released a second explosion of power that knocked all but the Seans off their feet. He could see horror growing in the eyes of his opponents. Dirk said it would happen. Most Hanazins could only make a single copy of themselves and it was an advanced technique at that. And even more impressive, two of the Seans were jumping power levels, the muscles of their bodies pulsating, trembling, and expanding. The Hanazin guards could do nothing but watch as they stared helplessly from the ground. All of them had already been at an Intermediate Power status and saw right before their eyes their growing opponents. One Rookie, remaining with the teen-pro body of his Master, the second Intermediate, muscles ballooning with his height, abs collapsing and growing leaner with the rest of him, and the third going Advanced. The radiating power turned the scene back to Summer, snow long melted and the air now warm with testosterone. The Advanced Level Sean was a picturesque image of Craig Titus at his prime, only taller, leaner, and far more vascular.

Sean was laughing now, still in his Rookie Level, his cock finally detonating in unison with his copies, releasing a torrent of cum, reverting the mountain scene back to a gooey, mock version of its previous winter state. He was again feeling drunk with his own power. He turned to the guard still standing closest. He read the embroidered tag on his Battlesuit. Benson, it read.

?A brother?? Sean murmured. He chuckled. ?Professor Benson?s brother?? He could see it now. He knew he recognized the face.

That seemed to perk up Benson?s ears and Sean took advantage of the man?s distraction, landing a knee in the gut, followed by a lightning fast barrage of punches that sent his opponent flying away at light speed. But Sean was there to meet him on the other side, leaving his copies to take care of the others: one Rookie, one Intermediate, and one Advanced.

Sean sent a blast of energy at Benson, blasting him through a rampart wall and over the cliff. Sean was again quick to follow, diving the hundreds of feet after his opponent. Mission? No, this was playtime.

Benson had of course recovered fast and he and Sean were but a few feet from each other, levitating inches from the surface of the trudging sea. Waves lapped and disintegrated around their auras of power, spraying the air with a mix of chill and salt. Sean still remained Rookie Level, but Benson was wasting no more time. He roared and his Battlesuit stretched to accommodate his morphing muscles. Second by second the world turned darker, lightning flashing, thunder rumbling. The wind was blustering over the sea, but the two Hanazins stood unmoving.

Sean glanced up at the fortress miles above them as a dome of light fell over the cliff. He could see through his doppelgangers? minds, see them effortlessly crushing his opponents. Hanazin or not, Intermediate, Advanced, or Hyper, they were like ants to his great power. The Hanazin guards were left bruised, beaten, and drained, but the Seans were only growing more powerful. The three of them had pushed to the limits of their Power Levels without transitioning into the other, each like a skin covered anatomy chart, veins throbbing and widening over their vibrating and expanding muscles, connecting in strange networks in different places: cock to lower abs, pecs to shoulders to biceps to forearms, quads to calves to feet, all of it moving like the birth of some great river.

Benson roared even louder and Sean turned back to face him. The man was moving through his Advanced Level and towards his Hyper Level, his height expanding so that his feet broke through the surface of the water. Unlike Sean, his cock remained tame under the Lycra, but all other parts of him expanded through the fabric. The steel cords of his arms were showing through, along with each cut and striation of his abs, pecs, and shoulders. The water blasted away from his aura in a wide diameter, circling his growing body, the sea-life fading from existence all around him. And yet, though his muscles pulsed and his nut-sack heaved, Sean remained in Rookie Level.

Before him stood a Muscle God. A spitting image of a steroid injected Lee Priest with a chiseled face like Penn Badgley. A strange combination, Sean thought, but one that almost made him lose his load. Benson exuded power, his hair turning white and his eyes glowing much the same color. Finally he made his move.

In a second?s time, a flurry of water beads rose from the sea, lengthening and freezing into harpoon shaped icicles. Benson pointed at Sean and the icicles flew forward. But Sean was ready and used his psychic power to create a three-inch thick wall of ice to deflect the projectiles, only to find it smashed to bits by Benson?s fist a millisecond later. Benson turned the smashed shards again into sharp dagger points, but this time Sean moved away, disappearing in a blur and reappearing right behind Benson. He grabbed Benson?s massive body, heaving him easily over his head, and flung him towards the mountain. Benson hit the rock with such force that it disturbed the very sound around it, creating visible waves of energy that radiated from the point of impact. Boulders tumbled down from above and splashed into the sea, the land threatening to give way. Hyper Level? Hyper Level and still he was like nothing to Sean, even in his Rookie state.

And now Sean was REALLY drunk with his own power. He didn?t care. He just wanted to feel more of it. He bellowed and released his power. The water blew away from him with hundreds of times the force of Benson?s, exposing the sea floor and causing a series of tsunamis to crash into the surrounding islands. The ground was rattling with his booming voice, and as his powerful aura fed in and out in undulating waves, it caused whatever it touched to fade in and out of existence. This was power like no other and Sean knew it. Now free of his self-control, his body expanded. He went into a most-muscular pose and let his power take over. His pecs shook violently, his skin appearing to flow like water over the muscle to make space, veins and vessels cropping up like vine-work, connecting and throbbing. He grabbed his cock and it let loose, spraying Benson and pushing him further into the mountain, increasing the depth of the crater.

But even as Sean grew, Benson didn?t give up. He zipped forward, and to human eyes it would?ve seemed like a speed comparable to an unbelievable Mach number, but to Sean it was like Benson was moving in slow motion. Benson threw a fist out towards Sean?s face, but Sean?s hand appeared to catch it. To crush it. Benson groaned, Sean?s hand squeezing tighter and tighter, growing wider, his fingers thickening, veins pulsing with the rhythm of his heart and bobbing, leaking cock. Sean could see his reflection in Benson?s eyes, his body like that of an internet Super Morph, a High School Muscleboy. There were veins where there shouldn?t be, crossing and wrapping over his expanding muscles, even running down from and through his forehead. New striations were forming, his eight-pack becoming ten, his serratus muscles joining the wall of his obliques, his traps running higher up his widening neck. With every breath Sean took he felt his muscles grow and his power increase. Benson felt it too.

Sean was laughing maniacally. He still hadn?t even reached his Advanced Level. He sent his power through the hand he had Benson with, evaporating the shrieking Hyper Level Warrior into nothing. This made Sean crazy. Within half a millisecond, almost as if he had teleported, he had rejoined his doppelgangers and withdrew his power back into himself. The clones returned to the snow. Sean would tear the steel fortress apart by himself. He could see the key already. The thick metal could not stop his Hanazin vision.

Something stirred behind him.

?You won?t have it!?

Sean turned. One of the guards was getting to his feet, the other four still unconscious around him. This one was brave. Daring almost. How could he even fathom the balls to face Sean. In Advanced Level. It was almost insulting. Perhaps it was what little power he had left. Blond and with the wavy hair of a surfer, the Hanazin guard had the muscles of an Olympic Gymnast, but now moved with the grace of a zombie.

Sean scoffed and raised a glowing hand. The guard fell again to his hands and knees, his arms rattling to keep him upright. Sean was pushing him down. But the guard wouldn?t stay.

Why not? Sean would release him. And without hesitation the guard sped forth, moving (to human eyes) at the speed of light, thrusting a fist into Sean?s thick chest. Again, it was like slow motion and seemed, once the strike had landed, almost as if the muscle had cushioned the blow, rippling and hardening under the guards closed fist. The displaced air blasted around his colossal torso, but again, Sean was unmoving. The guard lifted his leg for a kick, but Sean slapped his foot away with a quick swish of his hand, then grabbed the blond by his throat.

?You know, I was hoping you?d prove my dad right,? Sean said. He shook his head. ?But this proved easier than I thought. So I?m disappointed??

?You?re a monster,? the guard said. ?Do you know what you?re doing? Do you know what that key will open??

Sean laughed. ?I don?t much care.? He paused, then said, ?Not anymore.?

The guard spit in his face. Brave.

But with that, Sean grew irritated. His hand was at the guard?s throat, then suddenly at his stomach. The blond guard blasted backwards, through the trees, through the wall, with needlepoint precision and lightning fast speed. But Sean was already there on the other side to meet the guard, slamming his knee into the man?s gut, and pummeling his face with a punching succession that could only succeed under Sean?s power. The guard?s face felt the fury of Sean?s fist hundreds of strikes per millisecond. It didn?t even seem possible. One couldn?t even imagine it. But Sean?s power had superceded all natural laws. More and more the guard?s body felt the pounding of Sean?s attacks and more and more Sean continued to grow more powerful. As he crossed over into Hyper Level, his hair turning white and his eyes glowing, the guard?s body could no longer take it.

Sean roared, the mountain shaking with his voice, lightning striking, thunder rumbling, rock crumbling, and as the guard evaporated away, Sean?s barge pole, full mast, exploded with a powerful and furious blast of hot cum, raining over the entire landmass, melting and replacing the white of the snow with the creamy, gooey white of his jizz.

He flew towards the fortress, his cock still leaking, and landed next to one of the exterior walls. He took a moment to revel in his power. He did a mock bicep curl, watching his biceps inflate, watching the ?Y? shaped vein pulse and engorge. He ran his cum lubed fingers down his rippled pecs, feeling the muscle still growing underneath, hearing it reshaping to coincide with his power. The peaks and valleys of his abs were defined and lean enough that even his thickened fingers were cradled by the muscle. He passed his navel and felt the lower ab veins throbbing underneath, amazed at how his Rectus Adominus had been cut in half to make his new ten-pack. Sean felt invincible.

He grasped the wall before him and the steel crumpled under his fingers like old wallpaper, rivets popping and firing. With one swift motion, he tore a huge mass of it away and threw it behind him. He entered through, the foundation rattling, and followed the dark corridor beyond.

[Oliver904]

Part 28

Maximus Archer stood on the bottom floor of the apartment complex, looking up through the spiraling stairwell and waiting for the grounds to clear. He was used to wearing human clothes over his massive Hanazin muscles, but he’d been in them for far too long. He didn’t want to scare anybody and had left the house in his Rookie form, wearing a black tee made from stretching fabric and jeans that were SUPPOSED to be loose fitting. His arms filled the sleeves of his shirt, perfectly etched and lean like his pecs and abs, peaks and valleys visible through the skin-tight fabric. He tried to manipulate his body to be a bit smaller, but with his mind constantly on Sean, he just couldn’t manage it. He had been searching for information on Sean all day, trying to gather as much as he could. Now he finally had a lead.

The stairwell finally cleared and Max, in a milliseconds time, flew up and landed on the fifth floor. Apartment 503. That’s what he was able to get from the girl’s mind at the Abercrombie and Fitch store. Mary was her name. Max had remembered seeing the brand tag on one of Sean’s shirts the day he had come home from shopping that first day and knew his son had had a...well, a good time. He knew from reading the girl’s mind that the boy had quit his job months ago, and that he had slowly changed. His face more chiseled, his body more massive. It didn’t make sense. Hybrids never grew that fast. And what happened to Toby couldn’t have happened to the boy. Not under normal circumstances. But Sean wasn’t normal.

Max knocked as gently as he could on the door of the boy’s apartment. There was a loud clank, like the sound of a chest-press bar hitting the bench. The next second, the door swung open and cracked off its hinges. The boy stood at the door shirtless and in black gym shorts, dark haired, blue eyed, and built like a ripped, Olympic wrestler. His body was slick with sweat, the light shimmering off the fuzz covering his torso, the black hair thickening by his navel and toward his crotch. Sweat was a good sign. Hanazins very rarely broke a sweat. But Max’s Hanazin eyes picked up something else. The boy’s pecs were shuddering, growing, swelling. Though only slightly, it was something that didn’t happen to Hybrids so instantly.

“Parker Jameson?” Max asked.

The boy smiled, veins throbbing by his collar as his chest finished its transformation. “You’re one of them aren’t you?”

Max let himself in, sidling past the boy and to the boy’s awe, he used his power to fix the door.

The apartment was moderately sized and it seemed the kid came from good stock—meaning his parents were most likely investors. There was a plasma T.V. hanging across from a plush, leather sofa, and behind that, a shiny, brand new weight bench loaded to the max with 45’s.

“That’s a lot of weight,” Max said.

Parker laughed. He crossed the room and with one finger, lifted the bar off the bench, the metal groaning as he curled it upward. His bicep inflated, perfectly carved, a single, thick vein protruding from his tanned skin. “You and I both know that isn’t the case.” After a set of three, he set the bar back down. “Come on, man, no secrets here. I know you’re one of them. Whatever you guys are, I know you’re not human. I can tell just by looking at you. I can feel something exuding from you, which doesn’t happen around other people.”

His body was growing again, his calves widening, veins pulsing at his feet, climbing his legs like ivy, as the muscle expanded and grew leaner.

“That’s gotta be the best part,” Parker said, rubbing his hands down his slick torso, his abs collapsing and reshaping under his fingers. It was then Max realized it wasn’t sweat at all. It was baby oil. Parker then dropped his shorts, his 12-inch cock engorging before him, his sack heaving, pumping his jizz through the massive shaft. “Next to that, of course.” He smiled. “I’ve shown you mine.”

Max rolled his eyes. “I’m not here for that.”

Increase in libido. Check on that one, he thought.

“You know, I don’t even like pussy, but I’ve never had so much of it in my life,” Parker said, chuckling. “I mean, when you look like this, it’s hard to say no, right? They actually called me ‘donkey-man’—all of them.” He laughed again. “Fuck! You know how good that feels?”

Definitely a check on that one.

“I can’t tell you how much my life has changed,” Parker said. His cock was bobbing by the middle of his abs now, leaking and ready to blow. “I’ve done everything I ever wanted to do. I’m everything I ever wanted to be. I build muscle without even trying, pick up things like they weigh a feather. I learned to surf like a champion in a day, slaughtered the best on the basketball courts.” He grabbed hold of a stone bust of Mozart on his bookshelf and crushed the head, the marble exploding into dust. “Sometimes I think Superman’s got nothing on me.” Veins climbed up his forearms, the muscle pulsating and the striations fighting to be relevant.

“You know I even learned Japanese,” Parker said. “Yesterday.” He shrugged, tossing the remaining bits of the bust onto the floor. “I just read the book. It was German before that. Finnish the week prior. I see the pages and it’s like I memorized them. And it happens in seconds.”

Max nodded. Check on increase in brain activity. “Have you experienced anything telekinetic, or telepathic perhaps?”

Parker shook his head, but Max, seeing the boy ready to blow, knew an easy way to test it. In a blur, he was behind Parker. He placed a hand against the boy’s back and passed a surge of energy through his palm.

Parker moaned loudly in ecstasy, which quickly turned into a bellow as his cock exploded across the room, covering every square inch in a spray of his man juice, the glasses in the cabinets shattering along with all the windows. He came and wouldn’t stop, the foundation of the entire apartment rattling, people screaming all around them. “OHHHHHH FUCK!”

He collapsed to hands and knees. “A first for everything,” he said, panting, his cock still sputtering. “What did you do?”

“Never mind that,” Max said. He knew the neighbors would be calling emergency services soon. “Was that the first time the room actually quaked?”

Parker nodded.

Max sighed. The boy’s power was growing exponentially. Sean didn’t just make Parker a Hybrid. He made him a complete Hanazin. Just like Toby. “There’s no doubting it now.”

“No doubting what.”

“I’m afraid you’ll have to come with me,” Max said. “There’s some people that will want to meet you.”


***


“Junior Varsity?”

Toby stood across from Jamie, ready for the Tournament Team practices to start. Kyle stood next to him.

“It’s why the two of you are here,” Jamie said. “I’m team Captain and I can bring in First Years to even Varsity level if I wanted—though I don’t think you’re quite ready for that yet.”

Toby had to agree. Behind Jamie were the members of the Varsity Squad.

Nate, brown haired, smooth skinned, and a body like a roided fitness model, stepped forward. His team uniform, consisting of the red racer Speedo with the Behlmore emblem in the right corner, and black, leather cuffs around the wrists (also with the house emblem), were emblazoned with a white number 3. “I heard Ferunah has a very good team this year. Professor Jacobson’s son’s supposed to make his debut. First Year too.” He laughed, his abs prominent and vascular, the eight boxes of muscle strangely shaped like Toby’s. The lines weren’t straight, but wiggly and striated. Both of them had an outtie as well, but Nate’s was covered in a thick trail of hair that led the way to his cock. Toby had to turn away, but it was no use. His own cock grew at the sight of Nate and Jamie standing side by side, the two of them competing for the best, cutest, smile. But nobody paid it any attention. In fact, the other seven members of the Varsity squad were disrobing from their uniforms.

Number 2, 5, and 9 were triplets, all blond and all beautifully tanned to a golden hue. The sunlight within the stadium turned their body fuzz transparent. Being Behlmore’s the three of them were equally huge, though number 5 seemed to be the largest. The three of them were most likely surfers, or some sort of water sport activists.

Number 4 was the youngest and shortest of them. Spencer was his name. He was of Asian descent, though was mixed with German or something. It’s what Toby had heard. But even though he was the youngest, he certainly wasn’t the smallest. Toby didn’t know if it was because he was in a different Power Level or what, but Spencer’s size could be comparable to Jamie’s, and twice as vascular. He was bobbing from foot to foot, his calves flexing. Toby swallowed through the lump in his throat, trying to keep his shaft from detonating.

Number 6 and 7 were brothers as well. Foster brothers. Toby knew ‘cause they always joked about it, seeing as it was their last name as well and that they came from Australia. Perth, on the western coast. And they couldn’t have been more different. Number 6 was named Cooper and had a mop of dirty blond locks, while his brother, Joshua, was ginger. Coop looked like a boy the Academy had kidnapped from a local skate-park. He had two tats of stars on his massive, ripped and striated shoulders, which he must’ve gotten before his transformation. Like the triplets, his toned, lean physique was covered with a light fuzz, as compared to Josh’s who’s body was completely smooth. Josh was more the Rugby player type. His hair buzzed and his legs massive and vascular. Both of them were un-cut, their flaccid cocks bobbing with their hearts (Josh’s by far the biggest among the nude).

And then there was Number 8. Toby didn’t really know his name. Emmitt, or something. Like Jamie, he was English, from Ely, Toby heard. But he didn’t talk much. Not at all really. Black skinned and with his curly hair cropped short, Number 8 was the tallest of the team. In fact, if he wasn’t a Hanazin, he’d probably be playing basketball for his university. Well, that’s what he’d do in America. Toby didn’t really know if it’d be the same in the U.K.

“So where’s the rest of the Junior Varsity?” Kyle asked.

Jamie shrugged his boulder-like shoulders. Toby thought he could actually hear the muscle moving. “I’m sure they’re having their own practice or something, but the two of you are going to train with us. I want you ready. This is my last year here at the Academy and I want to win both the Junior and Varsity cups.”

“Shouldn’t be too hard,” Spencer muttered.

Jamie chuckled. “Super hearing, Spence, remember?” He clapped loudly, the sound ringing in their ears. “All right boys! Warm up!”

Immediately, the triplets separated, one with Spencer, one with Josh, and the other with Coop. Nate went with Emmitt. They started sucking each other off, licking their nipples, growing, levitating, and their cocks sputtering.

“You two will be with me,” Jamie said to Kyle and Toby, just as Spencer slammed one of the triplets into the ground. The Asian was pounding his cock into the blond, the dirt eroding around them as the ass fucking increased in speed.

Toby almost passed out from it all. The others weren’t just boning each other, they were sparring. An observer would say something like “they liked it rough.” Nate blasted Emmit into the wall with a blast of energy, then slammed his lubed fuck stick into his ass, only to be kneed, elbowed, and uppercutted away by his black teammate. Nate found Emmit’s engorged cock in his mouth the next second, pinned down, but his body growing.

“Rules are a little different,” Jamie said.

The next second, Toby felt something plunge into his ass and he slammed into the stadium wall behind him, the stone cracking and chipping as his colossal body made contact. Kyle found himself in much the same position. Jamie hadn’t moved, but his hand was raised and glowing. He was doing it all psychically.

“Thought I’d start easy,” he said.

Toby was in ecstasy, the walls of his ass expanded and filled with Jamie’s invisible energy, pushing into the deepest parts of him. Kyle’s cock blasted in an explosion of hot, white cum. At the sight of it, Toby followed. He could feel the energy at his nipples, inside his stomach, stroking his blasting cock (he even swore somebody was licking his ear). But he should’ve expected the next part. Pain.

Now Jamie was doing it physically. He slammed a fist into Toby’s stomach and Toby doubled over, only to be kicked back into the wall, and quickly found Jamie’s cock in his mouth, sputtering and sending his head thrusting against the stone time and again.

“You going to have to do better, I’m afraid,” Jamie said. He roared and blasted and Toby felt the stone crack behind him, the force of the spray of Jamie’s hot jizz sending him off his lubed, veiny pole and climbing upward against the wall.

When the force was gone, Toby hit the ground with a loud splat, dizzy, shaken, and painfully growing. He watched his fingers lengthen as his hands grew wider and thicker, his forearms vibrating violently, a vascular network rushing up his biceps and towards his shuddering pecs. He understood then. The physical pain would make his body stronger, and simultaneously so too would the sexual power. It was double the training.

Out of nowhere, Kyle flew at Jamie, his feet leaving the ground and his fist aiming for the Eighth Year’s face. But Jamie caught Kyle’s fist, and the punch landed with a muffled “paft”.

“You’ll have to be faster!” Jamie yelled over the noise behind him.

The others were really going at it. Josh was in the air, rolling over and over with one of the triplets, the two of them fighting for a fuck or a fist. The ginger haired muscle god sent his fat cock stabbing and detonating into the blond’s eight-pack, connecting with a reverse heel-kick. Cum sprayed and splashed everywhere. The minute the blond slammed into the dirt, his body was adjusting to the damage, making him stronger, faster, and more powerful. When Josh came at him again, the tables had turned, and Josh found himself outmatched by a bigger super surfer—in fact, finding himself the victim of a combo that had the blond riding on his back like he had caught a wave into the stadium wall.

All of it had happened in a matter of seconds, and by then, Jamie was crushing Kyle’s fist. Kyle tried to counter, sending a blast of his own energy into Jamie, but the bigger Eighth Year didn’t budge. Kyle’s body was vibrating rapidly, his traps climbing his neck, veins throbbing and climbing every part of his new muscle. Jamie stood there, unmoving, all the while Kyle grew bigger. Finally, the First Year’s quads expanded out in a millisecond’s time to a size rivaling a top pro-bodybuilder’s. Kyle’s next strike was like lightning, and he landed a kick into Jamie’s gut.

Jamie slid back, but kept his stance, his abs adjusting to the last impact, six-pack turning to eight, fat dissolving underneath. He smiled. “That’s how you do it.”

Toby wouldn’t be outdone. He moved swiftly and cracked Jamie under the jaw, sending the Eighth Year into the air and back down again the next millisecond with a overhead axe kick.

Again, Jamie was barely phased, but he was smiling admirably, his dimples and white teeth almost causing Toby to lose it again. He flew down to meet his growing Captain and he and Kyle landed a roundhouse—or they thought they did. Jamie had blocked and, at the speed of sound, pummeled the two of them, seemingly simultaneously. The sonic boom was only part of the pain, but Toby felt like he’d been hammered by twelve Mack Trucks (one designed to hurt a Hanazin, of course).

Jamie was on top of him the second he hit the ground, the Eighth Year’s 20-inch or so cock pushing into Toby’s mouth and pumping, only to be flipped over and slammed face first into the earth, his ass stretching painfully from the entrance of the Eighth Year’s slick barge pole. Jamie was pounding his ass so hard that he was being drilled into the dirt, a crack, then a crater that grew by the second.

“I expected more,” Jamie said, slamming his pelvis against the First Year. The pain for Toby was again intense. “I will expect more.” Jamie was plunging into Toby’s ass, his power growing. Toby could feel it burning into him as well, changing him, making him stronger. Then Jamie’s cock exploded into him, the excess blasting out of him, both the physical force and the natural power excruciatingly painful. But Toby could feel his body growing again. He saw his hands widening, he could feel his back expanding, even his glutes hardening as Jamie continued to fuck, cum, and send him deeper into the ground.

If this was how practice was going to be everyday, Toby would gladly take the painful hits. Any time, any day.

When the team took a break, Toby’s body reshaped through the entire 30 minutes. His Base Form had gone from swimmer-like to bodybuilder-like, and when he tested his Rookie Level, he discovered his speed had almost quadrupled and he never looked more ripped. Even when practice had ended, Toby only had to flex to grow as his muscles were so fatigued that they were tricked into thinking he was still training. He and Kyle had snuck out that night to visit the Mind Cycle and together the two of them continued to train in the same style, only with the occasional human to destroy. By the end, Toby had taken a few Hummers and Kyle’s face had met the front end of a few Greyhounds, but the two of them left the Mind Cycle more powerful than ever. When they returned to their dorm, Toby couldn’t tear himself away from the mirror. For the first time, he felt like a true Behlmore, his lean, ripped, physique so arousing that he wished he could fuck HIMSELF. He was glaring back at a champion roided bodybuilder and yet his muscles still continued to grow. He just wanted to flex all night, grow more and more. Now his cock was bobbing in front of him, leaking, and he pulled it forward and let it thwack back against his chest. The mirror shattered with the windows, the room quaking, and Toby roared, turning the room white.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!”

He knew what was happening now. It’s what he had been hoping for. Advanced Level. He flew out the window, somersaulting to land on the ground, his body still radiating power the entire time. His aura blasted out from his body, clearing the courtyard of the trees around him. Toby’s skeleton stretched, his height shooting upward, his back spreading wider, his traps climbing his neck. He went into a double-bicep pose and roared again, the muscle vibrating and expanding, veins flowing all over him, adjusting to increased blood flow. His cock was hard again, twitching until finally exploding in a storm of cum. The white jizz rained over his aura, dissipating in its power. One day of training. He wondered what a second’s day would do. He wondered how much more powerful he would become. Watching the network of vessels climbing from his wrists and up his forearms, he knew he had become deadlier. And as he lowered his chin, hitting his hard, meaty, still shuddering growing pecs, he knew he had surpassed even Kyle.

He could feel his roommate’s eyes on him from the window above. He could sense the envy.

[skumbum]

If you post it.... they will come....

[skumbum]

*encouragement*

[aiden831]

Dude, this story is kick ass. But, I was wondering, what if there was a kid, who didn't want to be Hanazin, and was forced into it?

[AS2000]

Originally Posted by skumbum

*encouragement*

I second the encouragement. :)

[JohnNewEngland]

Man I LOVE this series! Great new chapter, Oliver. The first part with Max and the new kid got me going, and then the second part finished me off. ;-)

Thanks for another fantastic installment.

[aiden831]

I wonder when the next part is going to get posted. I really can't wait to read the next part.