The Hanazin Warrior Academy

[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.?

[nj.]

Hey, thanks for continuing. I've been following this forever

[JohnNewEngland]

Man, I LOVE this series. Can't wait to see what's happened to Sean and his evil Dad. You're a great writer, Oliver. Good to see you've taken up the reins again.

[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.”

[sexiscriptor]

Fuck man, that was wickedly hot! I'm so glad to see you're continuing this amazing story; i still fuckin love Toby
~Ille

[JohnNewEngland]

I love this incredibly hot story. Fantastic new chapter!! That was a great Christmas present, dude.

[fillups44]

This is probably my favorite super hero type of musclegrowth series. The Hanazin society is interesting and the use of musclegrowth is great!! You've managed to pull a lot of the gay subtext out of some of the Shonen stuff like Dragonball Z and translate it into an extremely satsifying read.

Very tricky!

Thanks for the tremendous new installments!!

[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.

[portamivia]

Oh, yessssss! I love Sean!

[JohnNewEngland]

Sweeeeeet. This is fantastic. I can't wait to see how powerful Sean becomes. Great chapter, dude.

[MAZIVKAROLY]

The hotness level of this story is supereseded only by Sean's supersemen, spewing forth in furious fashion.

Thanks for a truly cockspirational tale.

[V.R.Goh]

I've noticed that this story is equal parts Dragon Ball Z and Harry Potter with three times the muscle of the former. This mixture makes for a story that captures the reader's interest by the cock and doesn't let go until you can't stop cumming.

Translation: Hot Damn! This is one good story. I can't wait to see what happens next!

[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.

[Oliver904]

Part 29 will be posted below this... I had to somehow update the timestamp...

[Oliver904]

Luther moaned as his blond muscle worshiper worked his tongue over the nipples of his shuddering pecs. The red-head was at his cock, jaw stretched to the limit, lips sliding over the throbbing veins of his slick shaft. Slowly, Luther thought. Slowly. His muscle worshipers were getting too good. He had to be careful not to release too much energy.

It had happened once when he was younger. When he had first discovered his Hanazin powers. Luther had vaporized the boy and hadn?t realized it until the surge had faded one hour later. He remembered that day, ironically, with a bit of nostalgia. Returning to his high school was the best part. That had been quite a mess for the constables to clean up. But those fuckin? jocks had it coming. They had made each day of Luther?s life a living hell, so he made sure to return the favor.

?FUUUUUUCK! Luther roared. The red-head flew across the room and smacked into the far wall as Luther released a torrent of hot cum. Luther leered at his loyal hybrid, painting every striation of the boy?s lean, teen-bodybuilder-like body, suspending him up by only the force of his powerful flow of man juice.

The boy had come to him a skinny, lanky little shit. A fuckin? pussy. That?s what the Lacrosse players at his university had scraped across his back the night Luther had found him. Luther almost felt obligated to help. In some ways to ?employ? him into his services. Sure, the boy had been hesitant, but that was before he was introduced to the ?benefits package?. Luther had scanned the boy?s mind a few times just out of curiosity. Just to see what he had done with his new abilities. Hybrids certainly weren?t like full Hanazins, but they were far superior to their human counterparts. And Harry, the red-head, had made good use of his new abilities.

The first thing Harry did was get even. After only his first few ?fiascos? with Luther, Harry had put on pounds of muscle. The skinny little shit, the fuckin? pussy, had now possessed the body of a champion college wrestler. It had been a good thing he had bought all his clothes oversized. Still, he had to rip the sleeves off to make room for his hulked out arms. He had marched straight across the campus and was able to break the lock of the boy?s locker room. That?s where he waited for the Lacrosse team. Luther couldn?t help but blast again as he replayed Harry?s actions that day. It reminded him so much of himself and what he had done back in High School. Those Lacrosse players never saw it coming. Harry was 20 times stronger, faster. They had tried to land a few punches, but Harry saw them all coming. Every one of them.

The Lacrosse team coach had found his players only minutes later with the bones in their hands crushed into fragments and their bodies pincered in the twisted metal of the surrounding lockers. All were alive, but they?d never play Lacrosse again.

Harry slowly slid down the cum soaked wall as Luther drained the last bits of his jizz. But Luther had yet to give Hunter, the blond, his due reward. He grasped a tuft of Hunter?s mane and guided the blond towards his sputtering pole. Luther leaned back, his hands joined behind his head. With only the strength of his fat cock, he lifted Hunter from the floor, the blond attached like a lamprey. Harry recovered fast and gave Hunter a well-deserved rim job. Finally, Luther bellowed, clutching the back of Hunter?s skull to brace him for the explosion. And it was an explosion.

Luther had released so much of his fluid that the excess sprayed out of Hunter?s mouth like a plugged up fire hose. Harry couldn?t take it anymore and rammed his cock into Hunter?s ass, blowing his hybrid load into his fellow muscle worshiper. And seconds later Hunter detonated over Luther?s vibrating and collapsing abs.

Luther traced the birth of the new striations of his cum covered eight-pack, massaging the budding vessels that joined the network covering his obliques. The change was always slower with his muscle worshipers. He wished he could see them transforming right in front of him. But they would come tomorrow. And they would return bigger, stronger, and ready for more.



***

Parker had grabbed a new pair of shorts before he had left his apartment with Mr. Archer. The huge muscle god actually had a car. A Range Rover. It had to have been modified, otherwise it would?ve fallen to pieces the second the two of them, with all their pounds of pure muscle, got into the oversized vehicle.

They had been driving for about an hour. Parker?s cock was again tenting his shorts. He couldn?t help it. Just being around Mr. Archer felt like he was basking in an ocean of raw testosterone. But Mr. Archer took no notice of it. Parker wondered if the man would care if he just whipped it out and started wanking right in front of him. Perhaps then he?d notice. In a few seconds he was going to rip right through his shorts anyways.

Mr. Archer made a sharp right into a parking garage. Parker watched the man?s muscle in his forearms flex as he turned the wheel, veins running through his thick, meaty hands.

?Aah shit!?

The SUV was tussled to and fro before Parker?s 14-incher tore through his shorts and blasted a wave of cum onto the windshield. Mr. Archer seemed unbothered, again, but he quickly pulled into the nearest parking spot and let Parker?s veiny barge pole spew its last bits. When it was over, the windshield was covered in a dripping, gooey plaster that plopped onto the already cum soaked dash.

?Sorry,? Parker murmured. He could barely get the words to leave his lips. His body was changing again, growing, and it wasn?t long until his pecs and delts ballooned outward and shredded the seatbelt.

Mr. Archer smiled. ?It?s alright.? He lifted a glowing hand and the mess instantly dissolved away. He had done that at the apartment too. It was as if it never happened.

?How?d you do that?? Parker asked, still lost in the ecstasy of his transformation. His legs were lengthening and his knees bunched up higher in the seat. He watched the muscle moving in his quads, pulsating under the skin, engorging with more fiber and tissue as a network of vessels slithered to join the veins by his cock. ?It?s like some sort of magic.?

?It?s not magic,? Mr. Archer said. ?It?s matter manipulation. Everything is made of energy. Hanazins have the power to control that energy?you?ll learn all this later at the Academy.?

?Does it work on other Hanazins? I mean, I?m energy, right?? Parker?s fingers explored the deep valleys of his six-pack. The muscle was still shuddering a bit, and he could almost feel the fat dissolving underneath his skin.

?What you?re experiencing now is a result of your body reacting to that energy,? Mr. Archer said. ?Though it takes time to actually manipulate a Hanazin?s features. Though you could use a haircut.? He raised his glowing palm again and Parker?s long locks were sucked back into his skull, leaving a short buzzed appearance.

Parker nodded, rubbing his fingers over the scratchy surface. ?That is so cool...? He smiled. ?I like it.?

?You ready to go??

?Go where??

?I?m going to fly you the rest of the way,? Mr. Archer said. ?To my place, I mean. We?ll leave for the Academy tomorrow and I?ve already suggested they put you in Eumorah House?it was my old house.?

?House? Is this some sort of boarding school? What about my parents??

?Don?t worry. It will all be taken care of. You?re a little old for a first year, but age doesn?t really make a difference there.?

Mr. Archer opened his car door and Parker followed.

He?d forgotten his legs had lengthened and he accidentally put his foot through the pavement. He pulled it out easy enough and, thankfully, there was no structural damage. Funny thing was, even if the parking garage had been full, Parker wouldn?t have cared about any of it. For some reason, he actually WANTED people to see him there. Nudity and all, crashing his foot through the solid ground. But it was empty.

?You said we were flying?? Parker?s brow creased in confusion.

?Hold on tight,? Mr. Archer said, grabbing the still growing Parker around his broad torso.

It was too amazing to comprehend. Parker wasn?t even frightened. Mr. Archer had him pressed tightly against his body and Parker could feel every rock hard bit of muscle. Parker cursed himself again as his rocket initiated its second launch sequence. He had no doubt Mr. Archer could feel his pole sliding and throbbing up against him. Don?t blow. Don?t blow, Parker repeated over in his head.

Mr. Archer navigated through the garage like a guided missile, and within seconds, they were soaring over the city at a blazing speed. The wind somehow just soared around them. There was no resistance. Parker figured Mr. Archer was doing something again to make it possible, but either way, everything underneath them subsided into only a blur of lines and colors. Soon, it was like he and Mr. Archer were moving at some sort of warp, like in the Star Trek shows and it had only to be but a minute before Mr. Archer was leading the way towards the ground.

They were standing in the front yard of probably one of the most perfect white-picket fence houses in the world. The house was a Cape Cod Hybrid of sorts, two stories with a covered front porch. Parker knew the terms. His mom was a real estate lady. This house, in this neighborhood would go for a few million easily.

?Nice place,? Parker said.

Mr. Archer led the way through the front door and the lights switched on on their own accord. ?Make yourself at home. You can take my son?s room. Second on the right.? He moved back outside.

?Where are you going?? Parker spun around, his steel hard dick smashing through a side table and vase. ?Sorry.?

Mr. Archer raised his glowing hand yet again and repaired the damage. ?I have to pick up my younger son from the babysitters. I?ll be back soon enough.? He chuckled. ?Just try not to bust the plasma screen. It?s one of the harder things to fix.?

Parker nodded, embarrassed.

?Oh, and your welcome to the clothes in Sean?s room as well?my son?s room,? Mr. Archer said. And with that, he flew off in a blur. This time, there was an immense bit of wind that blew through the front door with a loud gust.

Though solid muscle, even Parker was pushed back a bit. He closed the door and made his way upstairs. Second door on the right. He entered.

Strange. It looked completely normal. For some reason Parker thought the person who made him who he was would have some sort of cool room. But there was nothing out of the ordinary. There was a bed, a mirror, a dresser, and a door off to the side. It led to a bathroom.

Parker caught sight of himself as he passed the mirror.

?Fuckin? A,? he whispered, rubbing his vascular hands over his even more vascular forearms. He used to have to stare at all those Abercrombie models at work and now he actually looked like one. He was beautiful. And Mr. Archer had been right to give him a haircut.

Parker let his cock engorge a bit more while he went into a double bicep pose. He flexed and relaxed, flexed and relaxed, watching the corded muscle underneath jump up like separate parts of his body. The chasm beneath his biceps and triceps only deepened the more he did it.

He stared out the window next to the bed. Mr. Archer?s house was next to an enormous lake. But across the ways, Parker could see something. A bonfire. He concentrated just a little more and could hear the sounds around it. The crackling of the fire, the booming music, the chatter. A party.

Parker turned back to the mirror and went into a most-muscular. Every vein, every striation seemed to jump right out before him. ?FUCK!? he roared.

The mirror shattered and so did the window and all around him the room was rattling violently. The bed was actually hopping. Finally, Parker came, blasting the entire room with his hot fluid. He was in a complete state of ecstasy. Cum was splashing everywhere in torrents. His dick seemed a neverending source of jizz. It reminded Parker of that scene in that Freddy Krugar movie where Freddy gets Johnny Depp. Only this wasn?t blood, but cum.

Finally, he was spent, but his body had yet more to grow. Parker found some shorts and a t-shirt after he had accidentally crushed the cum splashed dresser drawer. The clothes were clean enough though, and extra large to fit over him.

But as he threw it all on, he realized his muscles were still reshaping. He could feel his hard, god-like body pushing up against the fabric. He could actually feel his pecs expanding and he watched the network of veins crawl down his biceps, forearms, and retreat at his wrists. His feet were still growing, but he wasn?t going to bother with shoes anyways. Honestly, he expected the clothes would all be temporary. He wasn?t planning to keep them on.

He looked down and smirked as he saw the ?AF? emblems, then set off towards the room?s door. Mr. Archer didn?t say he couldn?t go out, did he? But then Parker stopped. He had a crazy thought. He turned towards the window. It was closer to the lake anyways.

He slid up the shattered pane and leaned out over the sill. He wasn?t thinking, but somehow he just knew he could do it. It was pretty high up, but he?d been much higher earlier with Mr. Archer. Parker?s vascular calves flexed into two perfect diamond shapes and like a falcon, he jumped and soared out into the night. He wasn?t very good at it though, and had somewhat misjudged the distance, but he had successfully landed over the enormous lake and a few miles away from the bonfire. Within minutes, his powerful legs had carried him swiftly to the party. The muscle quickly adjusted to the few seconds of stress, more veins perusing over the front of his calves, over his shins, passed his knees and joining the network of his quads?which were rapidly vibrating as the fat dissolved away. It left only the leanest, most ripped quads Parker had ever seen?so far at least?and they were threatening now to tear through the fabric of his shorts.

So Parker hurried forward. Sure he was uninvited, but when you looked like Parker, it wasn?t hard finding an invitation. Heads turned. Boys and girls. All silent.

?Can I join the party?? Parker asked with a smirk. Six girls to his right blushed immediately. He winked in their direction, and offered them a quick pec jiggle. It was almost like he could see their nipples getting harder and sense their cunts getting wetter. Whether he liked pussy or not, it felt good to get girls to do that for him.

The boys said nothing. Then Parker thought, ?Fuck it!? and he gripped the collar of his shirt. The next second he tore the fabric from top to bottom and discarded the shredded remains into the fire.

The girls squealed. They couldn?t help themselves and ran over to Parker, immediately pouring their leftover beer over his perfect body and rubbing their hands over any bit of muscle they could find. The boys, about ten of them, quite possibly dating a few of the girls, were in no ways enraged. They were too stunned at the image before them. Parker hadn?t noticed, but his cock was pushing up through his waistband and now sat warm and vibrating against his torso just underneath his pecs.

The girls wasted no time with that and as the first of them put her lips around his ever engorging tip, Parker felt a surge of energy escape him. All the bottles of beer burst and popped. The ones the boys were holding, the ones just sitting around. Maybe even the ones in the coolers.

?Sorry boys,? Parker said, as he ripped off his pants. ?But I?ve got a full tap over here, if you?re still thirsty.?

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Moar !

[redroger11]

Will anything I say, change the way this story is going?

[redroger11]

So what is it? Are the constables able to bring a person back after they've been vaporized??? I don't see anything logical about a people with that much power not involving themselves in the real world or letting some thing like Dirk continue to exist. If they knew he did it(Killed People) why is he still alive? If they didn't know, why didn't they get inside his head like they did Kyle. If they couldn't(read his mind)but they knew he was a criminal, why let him stay in the Mundane world? Isn't that where he can cause the most harm???
I shake my head.
Story has some good stuff. But when you pull real things into it like carnage and death, then they have to be a little bit more consistent.
A thing thinking "Well they deserved it" after vaporizing a human being is grounds for destruction. They are a danger to ALL people. Period.
It's just like making a robot that could take over the world. BG. You know what I'm talking about. Without giving those new beings love in equal amounts of autonomy, you sign your own death warrant.
Things don't care about you. But if you craft a thing to act like a human and you don't give it love, then it is still a thing. A thing that could just as easily kill you as help you.
When you give that thing the love you would a child or a friend, then you teach it how you feel and how you wish to be treated.
But when stories just show destruction, pain, harm. No feelings for each other. Just take and take and take.
Then that is all the story. That is all they learn. That is all we hear.
When you can't get your heart involved in a story, and it's vaporize this guy and fuck that one. Then that ends up all you are saying. No matter how hot the muscle growth gets to be. That is all you end up saying.
And that is all I'm saying for a while.
The world is what we make of it. What we speak of it and what we think of it.
What do you want your world to look like?
I'd be interested in hearing that.

redroger11
aka
dymondbolt
aka
Kevin Lee Dymond
(Why hide behind a name?)

[Oliver904]

Roger,
thanks for the feedback. I totally understand what you're saying because I had much the same questions myself. It's only natural when you're dealing with characters that can basically "do anything." But honestly, I started this story with no intention to craft plot or take it all that seriously. Originally, it was supposed to be placed solely in the Continuous thread area where others could contribute (and still can *wink*), but nobody ever contributed, so I just continued in duel threads coming up with ideas on the fly in the best manner to "suit the plot" that was taking shape. But I never took this website to be a serious place for serious fiction -- whether muscle growth or otherwise (I hope I don't offend anybody saying that, I just never got that feeling) -- which is why I'm more than SURE there are NUMEROUS plot holes, typos, and other things I'm too lazy to fix (For instance Prof. Pearce changes to Pierce in like the 2nd or 3rd post). Which is also why I totally bit off Harry Potter and other manga series (Though I was never really a DBZ fan LOL). But I'm sure everybody is aware that I'm not going for any sort of Kirkus review or anything.

Also, if you're looking for moral themes, proper character development, or some sort of justification for super human destruction, I apologize, but you're not going to get that here. Those are things I have never sat down and thought about thoroughly nor intend to. Honestly, I never expected anybody here to have to "suspend their disbelief" with people running around with 20-inch cocks and such (LOL) and it would be rather naive of me to assume that the readers actually regard me as some sort of serious storyteller. I have a feeling that you think I think of myself that way based on your question, "What do you want your world to look like?" (LOL) I mean, gimme a break, I do this on my free time (which, if you look at the later time-stamps between each post, free time isn't something I have too much of. Though I do pop in to check out the posts every once in a while.)

To answer your questions: In general, the "rules" of the world are you basic Harry Potter. Example: Wizarding World (Hanazin World) exists alongside Human World, wizards (Hanazins) destroy, Ministry (Constables) keeps order and cleans up. Whether that means literally, or through memory "charms" or "matter manipulation". Though I'm sure there are plot holes in that logic as well and trust me, I understand the rules should have to bend a bit when you're dealing with total destruction and/or death. I mean, it's not a simple matter of "Harry 'blowing up' Aunt Marge". Though for some reason, as crude as it sounds, it's kinda how I've always thought of it (LOL).

Again, thanks for the feedback. Hopefully this post doesn't come off as defensive or in any way imply that I take your comments personally. Sometimes messages read in ways they're not supposed to and I always find myself having to backtrack. I apologize for not being able to answer your questions more thoroughly, but I'm too lazy to make up the answers. Certainly, I could say there is information coming later in the story, but really, would you believe me if I did? Yeah, probably not (LOL).


Oliver

[JohnNewEngland]

Another satisfying chapter in one of the best superhero-type stories on this site. Fantastic job, Oliver.

[redroger11]

Thanks man for the good answers. And believe it or not, I think you are a good writer. Better than most. It was just that I've been trying to write through a few hard bits in my stories . And then I got to reading other guys work, to get the Muse working again. I hit a few stories where the feeling of hope for us all seemed to be lagging. I'm an author, so words and characters get to me a bit more than they should. Hell, I create them, so I understand the whole process and just how real they are. But the funny thing is that we all really do make up our world. It's one big massive Joint Venture and no single voice has the last say. But when you start to see a trend...
Well enough of that.
Believe that you are a good writer. Cause I think a lot of people who come here think that. I do.
Keep Writing.

redroger11

[Oliver904]

Sorry it's been a while (as always *LOL*). Anyways, I've tried to address a few questions in the narrative. Also, please forgive my sloppiness. I haven't really had time to go over it for typos and such. But hope you enjoy anyways.

Oliver


Part 30

Luther could feel him coming up the stairs. He could feel the power radiating with each step. Strange though. Dirk never used the steps and never took his time.

Luther threw off his muscle worshippers, having to fight the red-head off his engorged, dripping, and ready to blow cock. He sent them away with a swift dismissive wave, the three worshippers sliding away slicked with cum and propelled by his psychic energy. The three of them were still wanking their Hybrid sized poles, their nut-sacks heaving like that of their master?s, and soon, the three of them came in a torrent of white fluid as Luther stood ready to meet the intruder.

It all happened too fast. Luther had been standing in his room and in a millisecond?s time, was sent flying through the opposite wall. He landed in an open field, Dirk?s home nowhere in sight. His body felt like it had been pummeled by a brigade of seasoned constables and as he got to his hands and knees, his muscles adjusted accordingly. His toes dug into the grass as his height increased and he watched the veins pulsing in the backs of his hands, joining the network of his forearms. He leaned back so his ass sat against his heels, his iron glutes shuddering against his hardening calves, and his cock exploded, releasing a load that would put Old Faithful to shame. Even the light of the sun was momentarily shadowed over Luther as his thick man juice blasted from his girth expanding tool.

Luther got to his feet once spent, the landscape around him colored in the ivory tones of his warm fluid, his cock bobbing still by his pecs, sputtering the remaining bits from his shaft as his pecs vibrated and ballooned outward. He couldn?t help but rub his cum over his chest, white clumps forming in the almost invisible fuzz that covered the surface of his skin. He could feel the veins pulsating underneath his fingers, moving away from his hands and upwards towards his shoulders. He watched the veiny river flow down his biceps, down his forearms, until finally it stopped at his wrists. It never got old. He never missed watching his body change. But the moment was soon interrupted.

?Hope you enjoyed that.?

Luther spun around.

Dirk?s son. Sean. He knew the face, but certainly not the body. He had watched the boy train over the days he had been staying with Dirk, but never had he seen the boy in the form he was in. Sean stood a few feet away, towering eight and a half feet tall, muscles ripped, lean, and far more massive then Luther?s best Intermediate level form. His flaccid cock bobbed between his pulsing, vascular thighs and calves like a third leg, and he rubbed his giant hands upward over his impossibly lean ten-pack that seemed to tighten with each breath. The power that poured off of him, though invisible at the moment, seemed uncanny for somebody his age. Dirk?s son indeed.

The boy?s eyes perused the scene in front of him. ?Sure seems like you did.?

Luther smirked and raised his hand to clean up. The cum disappeared in an instant as the glow faded from around his fingers. ?What is it that you want, Sean? I hope you have the key??

Luther felt his abs hit his spine as Sean sent a fist into his stomach. He had moved faster than a blink and had struck with a force far greater than Dirk had ever delivered. Luther doubled-over, his mouth hanging open, seconds later filled with the warm meat of Sean?s slick, engorging fuck stick.

?My dad was right,? Sean said. ?You DO talk to much.?

The boy let his load detonate down Luther?s throat, excess spraying from the tiny openings between cock and lips, spattering off the hard v-shaped muscle of Sean?s torso as the earth quaked around them. Luther then felt himself being flipped over, the boy?s cock still spraying with the force of a fire hose, retreating from mouth and ramming into the older Hanazin?s ass, bucking like a mad man and sending Luther deeper into the earth.

Luther couldn?t fight the pain and ecstasy that rushed through his body, the boy?s climatic surge shooting into him, the massive load trying to find an escape passed the throbbing meat that blocked its path. The boy growled low in his throat, snatching Luther?s shortened locks, yanking his head back, as the ecstasy disappeared and the pain increased. The earth beneath them was breaking apart, the tremors too much for the ground to remain stable, but Luther let his load loose anyways. He couldn?t help it, and again the field in front of him was transformed into a vibrating, cum covered landscape, excess creamy man glue dripping in slow glops down into deep, newly formed fissures.

But then the forceful fucking ceased and Luther was instantly lifted instead off his feet by the might of Sean?s grip, the boy?s hand at his throat, effortlessly holding the mass of muscle in the air. Luther choked, his cock still spraying, the earth still trembling, and both he and Sean?s muscles still transforming. He just couldn?t keep up with the boy. Every part of the young Hanazin was throbbing, thick vascular networks feeding muscle, dissolving all fat, leaving only lean, ripped fibers. It was hard to find any part of him that WASN?T covered in a pulsating vine of veins, showcased even in his forehead and temples. Luther had seen it before with Dirk. The boy was keeping his power level stable, though his body was begging him to move to the next, higher form. The young Hanazin was ready to move to Hyper Level!

?You?ll destroy yourself, Sean,? Luther managed to say. ?You can?t stay in Advanced Form like that. You?ll go crazy. Insane. And soon you won?t have a mind to give you any conscious.?

?Advanced?? Sean laughed, his still ballooning chest jumping up and down. ?You think this is my Advanced Form?? He flung Luther away, sending the Hanazin to land on his back in an untouched field, miles away.

When Luther looked up, Sean was already there.

The boy kneeled down next to him. ?Have you not figured it out yet, Luther?? Sean said. ?This is my Rookie Level.? He began to laugh again, almost maniacally. ?I made sure to keep it. I wanted you to know you?re thoroughly outmatched.?

?I?m not your enemy,? Luther said. ?I?m not looking for a fight.?

?Not yet,? Sean said. He smiled, then reappeared with a fist in Luther?s stomach. Only, it wasn?t a single strike. More like a hundred, and Luther felt every balled up fist pounding into his gut. ?I need to know, Luther!?

Sean raised his glowing hand and the blue aura around his fingers coalesced in front of his palm, a key materializing seconds later.

The boy didn?t need to continue. Luther already knew what he wanted to know. And he was sworn not to tell him.


***

Parker looked out across the lake, the light of the moon shimmering off the glossy surface of the water. He would have to make the jump again, and this time not overshoot it. He was just about to prepare for it, his quads flexing, his calves etching, when he heard somebody coming up behind him. He turned around.

One of the boys from the party encampment was pushing through the brush a few feet away. Parker had heard him coming a minute prior, but hadn?t thought he was coming in his direction. He had thought the lot of them, the girls and the boys, had been fucked, sucked, and spent enough to need a day or two to recover.

The boy smiled when he spotted Parker, grinning from ear to ear and holding up something blue. ?Found this in my car.?

Parker padded towards the boy, his long, flaccid cock swinging between his thighs.

The boy wasn?t a bad looker. A kind of ?boy next door? type of face, a body tanned and toned like a surfer, and curly, dirty blond hair colored like he spent days in the sun. He was the type Parker used to envy when they came in shopping at his old place of employment. He was the type Parker used to dream pulling into the back room for a tussle. When Mr. Archer?s son came in that fateful day, it was finally too much to take. And lucky he did.

The boy unfolded the blue fabric. It was a shirt. A Superman shirt, the red and yellow emblem faded and cracking. ?Thought it was fitting,? he said.

Parker raised an eyebrow, placing his hands on his hips, causing his pecs to jump.

?Well?? The boy?s cheeks reddened. ?Well fitting for the occasion I mean?? He shrugged, embarrassed, and tossed the shirt aside. ?Sorry, it was probably a dumb idea.?

Parker laughed, almost enjoying seeing the boy, ?that type?, thoroughly embarrassed. But he made to comfort the boy anyways. ?Nah, it?s cool.? He smiled, his cock mindlessly inflating. Parker cursed, but then quickly remembered his position in all of it. HE was the god to the peon, the titan to the man. He was the one being gawked at at the moment.

?My name?s Ethan, by the way,? the boy said.

Parker couldn?t help himself. He had to chuckle.

?I know,? Ethan said. ?It?s so?so Dawson?s Creek, or something.? He was still shirtless, and was moving his fingers lithely across his six pack. ?My mom?s idea.?

?It?s cute,? Parker said with a smirk. He nodded his chin towards the boy?s tented board shorts. ?You still hungry, or something.?

?Awe fuck,? the boy murmured, turning away. He sighed. ?Who am I kidding??

?Not me,? Parker said, moving to stand behind the boy. He let his throbbing Hanazin piece warm itself against the boy?s back. ?If you want another ride, admission?s free.?

The boy spun around, coming face to face with Parker?s engorged, slimy tool. But he dared not touch it. Not yet.

?I don?t know what it is about you,? Ethan said. ?I don?t?I?m not gay?I?m?I?m??

Parker chuckled again, his cock bobbing with his laughter, dropping a dollop of precum onto the grass. ?Does it really matter??

For a moment Ethan said nothing, then quietly, and slowly, moved forward. He grabbed hold of Parker?s dick with both hands, his fingers webbed with slime as he worked the tip.

?Jesus Christ,? he murmured, his lips closing in on Parker?s shaft. ?What the fuck are you??

?A god among men,? Parker said, guiding Ethan?s head. ?That work for you??

Ethan?s lips closed around Parker?s throbbing tool, gagging as he tried to stuff it deeper down his throat. Parker, for his part, just let the boy work his magic, clasping his hands behind his head. And it was magic, as it didn?t take long for Parker to feel the surge of ecstasy he had so grown used to feeling. It was different from what he had felt as a normal boy. It was like an electric surge, a pulsating that started at his heart and continuously shot over and over to every part of his body, from the nerve endings of his brain to the tips of his toes as if he was climaxing over and over. But his recent climaxes were another thing all together. And as Ethan sucked and licked his nut-sack, the usual tremors that accompanied it had begun. Birds were chirping and leaving the trees and the water of the lake was slushing back and forth.

Licking Parker?s entire, enormous shaft, Ethan placed his lips back around the tip. Parker couldn?t take it anymore, and his cock blasted forth into Ethan?s mandible, filling the empty space that wasn?t already full of massive, throbbing man meat.

?FUCK!? Parker yelled, his warm jizz flooding down the boy?s throat, Ethan gurgling, trying to keep up with the surge, the excess so thick that it didn?t spray from his lips, but flowed in a slow batter of cum.

Ethan now looked to be in pain, his head and temples pulsating. But Parker couldn?t stop himself. The ecstasy was too much, the feelings of his superhuman climax like some crazy hallucinogen, mixing with the cocktail that was the tingly, electrical pulses that raced through his nervous system.

He couldn?t stop himself. So somebody stopped it for him, grabbing his shoulder and pulling him away from Ethan?s lamprey-like suction. The person spun Parker around, letting his blasting man hose spread his storm of cum over the lake. And in one final moment, a surge of raw power streamed out from his body, pushing the water of the lake away and up into a tsunami like wave, headed for the Archer home. But the hand on his shoulder extended before him, glowing bright blue. The water subsided in a biblical display, like Moses parting the sea, though quietly settling back into the basin where it belonged.

?I should?ve told you not to leave the house.?

The voice was familiar. Parker followed the muscled forearm at his shoulder. ?Mr. Archer.?

Mr. Archer smiled shortly, then looked back at Ethan. ?If I hadn?t come, you would?ve killed him, you know.?

?Killed?? Parker said. Ethan was looking between the two masses of muscle standing before him, his jaw hanging open and his eyes flitting back and forth. ?I hadn?t?the others??

?Your power if growing faster than it should,? Mr. Archer said. He sighed. ?I sensed it on my way back to the house.?

?Th-there?s two of you,? Ethan muttered.

Mr. Archer turned to face Ethan, the boy?s mouth still dripping white with cum. ?In a few days time you?ll start to feel some changes. You?ll be stronger, faster, smarter. Your muscles will grow and?and so will some other things.?

?Y-you mean, I?m gonna become like?like??

?Uh, no,? Mr. Archer said. ?Sorry to disappoint you.? He paused, then continued. ?But the changes you will experience will be substantial. People will ask questions. Your parents, your friends. These changes, though slow to me and Parker here, will seem accelerated to you and others like you.? He sighed. ?And there?s nothing I can do about it.?

?You make it sound like it?s a BAD thing,? Ethan said, his face glowing.

?It can be,? Mr. Archer said. ?Which is why I hope you don?t hold this against me.? Mr. Archer lifted a glowing hand again, and Ethan passed out.

?What?d you do to him?? Parker asked. His slimy cock was retreating heartbeat by heartbeat and every muscle of his body was trembling in its transformation. ?You didn?t do some mind-trippy thing, did you??

?Mind trippy thing?? Mr. Archer arched an eyebrow. He shrugged. ?I guess you could call it that.? He walked over to Parker and patted the still vibrating muscles of his back, lats spreading outward and traps climbing up his neck. ?I combined a memory erase with a memory manipulation,? Mr. Archer went on. ?He won?t remember you, or what you did, and he?ll have a story to tell about his?his changes.?

?And the others??

Mr. Archer?s massive chest heaved in a long sigh. ?Others??


***

Sean grabbed hold of Luther?s face with a single hand, again lifting the older Hanazin effortlessly into the air. ?If you?re not going to speak??

Luther broke away, his movements reaching a high mach speed, sending a roundhouse kick towards Sean?s stomach. But Sean eyes saw it all in slow motion. And yet, he did nothing to stop it. He let the kick land straight into his gut, a kick that swiftly turned to a few hundred. But Sean took it all in stride, unmoved, and unharmed. Luther was mortified that his powerful kicks did nothing but cause Sean?s abs to change, the lean ten pack growing leaner, veins climbing up from the lower parts and towards his obliques.

Sean swatted Luther away as if he was nothing but a pesky fly, sending the mass of muscle flying backwards through a cliff face and skittering across a large lake at a speed that was impressive to even Sean?s enhanced vision. Sean was there to meet him as he rolled over onto his stomach, and used his psychic energy to lift the older Hanazin back into the air.

Luther was levitating in front of Sean?s glowing hand, almost trembling, though with a face full of defiance. Sean smiled, feeling that he just might enjoy this.

?You?re not going to tell me?? Sean asked. The key again materialized in front of him. ?Do you really think you have a choice?? Sean?s laughter settled into a sigh and he let his energy flow out of him, moving into his Intermediate Power Level. He went into a most muscular, his energy pinning Luther to the giant redwood at his back, the bark cracking and soon cradling the inflating muscle of the older Hanazin.

Sean?s cock exploded with uncanny force, sending Luther away through the massive tree trunk in a spray of white cream, the ground rattling and quaking as Sean levitated into the air, bellowing as his muscles transformed. His pecs moved like water, like it was flowing into his sternum, finally settling in a quick spreading network of throbbing veins that moved swiftly over the now larger slabs of meat. Every cut, every striation was visible, the skin almost nonexistent, a powerful aura emanating from his body, until finally it exploded in a column of golden energy towards the earth, effecting the abandoned landscape like an atomic blast, turning the once lush forest into a barren desert.

Luther lay motionless miles away, but Sean easily spotted him, landing lithely next to the Hanazin?s singed body, his massive pole still sputtering with quick sprays of man juice. He rolled Luther over, the older Hanazin?s face still defiant.

?What?s the matter?? Sean asked, forcing his slick pole into Luther?s mouth. ?Cock got your tongue.? With only the strength of his dick, he lifted the mountain of muscle from the ground and swung him away, not far, but forcefully tumbling. ?The key, Luther! What does it do??

Luther was still silent, and he, like many others, actually had the balls to stand up. He roared, his cock blasting, his muscles expanding to a picture perfect model of a Craig Titus morphed photograph. He rushed forth, again to Sean, in slow motion, landing a hundred punches to Sean?s chest, another hundred knees to his gut, and using his psychic energy, called the barren earth upward to pummel Sean with a hundred earthen, serpent like columns. In the end, Sean was left unmoved, and unscathed. And the next moment, he was standing behind Luther, casually chuckling as the older Hanazin stood heaving and breathless.

Suddenly, though Sean lifted not a finger, let loose not a bit of psychic energy, Luther was knocked up into the air. The older Hanazin was pummeled in the stomach, sending him higher, hammered away to the left, back to the right, until finally, like blinking, he was laying face down once again on the earth. Sean had achieved a level of speed that Luther just couldn?t match. It would be like fighting against time, as Sean?s movements defied the very laws of it.

Luther?s back was changing still as Sean approached. He watched the Hanazin?s skin tremble as the muscle transformed beneath it, and stared at the veins running and pulsating on the backs of his forearms. The man?s calves were perfect, and Sean couldn?t help but massage the shuddering diamond shaped muscle, his fingers tracing the wiry network of veins, and bumping across the chasm between each fiber.

?Come now, Luther,? Sean said, softly. ?Just tell me. What does the key do? What does it open?? He rolled Luther over to look at him, then passed a surge of energy into his body.

Luther howled, writhing as the energy threatened to erase him from existence. His limbs faded and manifested over and over, until Sean finally ceased the flow of energy.

?ALL RIGHT!? Luther shouted. ?All right?I?ll tell you.?

Sean smirked. ?I?m listening.?

?The key is not a key,? Luther said. ?It opens nothing?ARRGH!?

Sean had again sent out a flow of energy, a bit more powerful, the veins of his forearms and hands pulsing slowly. ?I?m tired of your fucking games, Luther.?

?It?s the truth!? Luther screamed. ?Goddammit, it?s the truth!?

Sean again dropped the energy.

?The key is a seal masquerading as a key,? Luther said. ?It?s metaphorical, don?t you see??

?I don?t??

?YOUR seal,? Luther said. ?Your father?your other father?sealed away your power. Dirk broke it. Your other father was smart. The seal inside of YOU was much more advanced. It needed no disguise. But your father, Max, didn?t think you?d advance so much in your power. He underestimated that it would BE that power that eventually weakened it enough for Dirk to find you and break it. And finally release your full potential.?

?Why seal my power?? Sean asked, rubbing a hand over Luther?s right quad. ?Were they afraid I?d surpass them??

Luther laughed, appearing as if it pained him to do so. ?Don?t be a fool. Open your eyes. Don?t you think it?s odd that the constables hadn?t long ago destroyed Dirk? Don?t you think it?s odd that they allow him to live in the human realm?? He rolled onto his back, glaring up at the sky. ?Dirk is no threat to them. Not when the power of his two sons is sealed away.?

Sean sprang to his feet. ?Two??

?Of course two,? Luther said. ?You didn?t really think you were the only one, did you?? He laughed, again appearing as if it pained him, his eight-pack etching prominently as he winced. ?Your quick advancement gave him the energy he needed. Your initial transformation gave him all that he had for so many years been deprived of.? He paused. ?The constables never saw it coming. Dirk is the chosen one. They knew that much. The one foretold in our legends. But for many years he had easily been controlled. Contained. But now, he grows stronger as you grow stronger. And once the second seal is broken, Dirk?s second son will be released, his power will grow, and Dirk will feed off of it like he does you.? Luther smiled in a nostalgic way. ?He will be unstoppable.?

[JohnNewEngland]

A brother for Sean??? Yum. Can't wait to see what happens, and especially what Dirk is going to become. I LOVE this story. Well done, Oliver.

[skumbum]

*shudder* Aw yeah, that's the stuff.

[GodlyFratboy]

No No no no no NO!!, Dirk ain't the chosen one sean is he swore to dirk he wouldnt say the true truth... or at least thats what i think

[Oliver904]

Part 31

?Sorry I?m late.?

Jason flew down the cliff side to land next to the other Ferunah JV Team members gathered on the beach. His toes settled into the sand with a soft paft, the wind brushing his hard, ripped torso. He, like the others, watched his skin adjusting to the beaming sunshine, turning his ivory color to a more golden hue.

?My dad held me over,? Jason said.

?What for?? Kevin Vasher, team captain, asked. He, like most JV captains, was in his fourth year at the Academy. It seemed he had just finished a match, as his teen-bodybuilder-like torso was still transforming, the thick muscle of his meaty, vascular pecs still inflating as his abs collapsed and grew leaner, allowing a network of veins to crawl up from the shredded remains of his team speedo and towards the muscle of his obliques, his cock slowly retreating by his shuddering thighs. ?Your grades are alright, aren?t they??

?More than alright,? Jason said. ?According to him, they?re too good. He thinks I?m not having enough fun.?

Both Kevin?s brothers burst out laughing. Derick and Dexter, identical twins, were in their second year. Unlike their brother, they had black hair that sprouted both from their head and armpits. Both, before their transformation, had Hanazin script tattooed onto their bodies?Derick on his left pec, Dexter his right. Some sort of prayer from the Vasher clan. The two of them still had their uniforms intact and their muscles were stable and resting, though their abs were etching nicely as their laughter settled. They were known for some unique attacks, from what Jason had heard, mainly during the doubles-round, and were rumored to possess speed far greater than Ferunahs should possess. Completely opposite from Kevin, who was more the strong type.

?Guess your dad didn?t hear about you and Ty then,? Derick said. ?Sounded fun enough.? This time he had said it in unison with Dexter. The two of them did that a lot. Kinda annoying sometimes, Jason thought.

Tyler Kwantan was a second year as well. He was one of those unfairly beautiful blonds that everybody wished they could be?or fuck. It always seemed those types were named Tyler too. It was true that he and Jason had spent some time together, and certainly true that they had a more than public ass pounding in town by the Mind Cycle. But most of the team had had their turns at him as well. No big deal. Still Jason?s cheeks flushed a little in color. After all, he was the youngest of the nine, and still a rookie in their eyes.

Tyler winked in Jason?s direction. ?I?m looking forward to doing it again sometime,? he psychically said in his Kiwi accent, his lips instead moving into a leering smile. The sun turned his almost transparent body fuzz even more transparent, glistening over his athletic build. In his speedo he looked almost godlike, his muscles perfectly shaped as if molded by the most careful of hands by a creator who knew how to make every part of the boy ideal. As Jason neared, he smelled the scent of the boy?s body spray activated by the heat, which sent his heart pounding into overdrive. He quickly had to catch himself, lest he shred his gray speedo.

Adam Dekker, a third year, stood next to Tyler, the remains of his speedo not around his waist, but in his hands. His cock was still fully hard, a river of pre-cum flowing down his shaft, throbbing and bobbing, ready to blow. There was dirt all throughout his black, curly mop of hair, cum and dirt clumped especially by the trail at his navel. He must?ve been Kevin?s opponent, and judging by the hole down ways, he had been pounded (whether with fist or otherwise) pretty deep, though the ocean water was slowly erasing the evidence.

?Jesus, just blow already,? Derick said, grabbing Adam?s veiny piece.

With a sudden buldge of his sack, Adam erupted, bellowing as his stream blasted into Luke Tafoya, a fourth year. Sand flew up around Adam, encircling his power flow, and the ocean blew back in a spray of salt. His fashion model physique gradually became the physique of a steroid-injected bodybuilder, his once relatively smooth skin now covered in pulsating, vascular networks that flowed from his hands, over his forearms, and over the top of his chest, a similar network wrapping around the striated muscles of his legs. The silver necklace around his collar couldn?t take the expansion and popped right off, the pendant landing in the shifting sand by Jason?s toes, as Adam?s transformation came to finish, pushing the boy?s height up three inches.

Once the tremors stopped and the ocean settled, Lucas shook the hot man juice from his hands.

?Shit, Adam!? he said. ?I was trying to save my energy for practice.? He raised a glowing hand and cleaned up, the cum evaporating.

Everybody had felt Adam?s release, their muscles reshaping slightly. And it was Luke who Jason now watched. The boy was part Native American. His great great great grandfather or something was banished from their tribe long ago, when his Hanazin abilities manifested. It was thought to be the magic of evil spirits?or something. Again, Luke was never really thorough on the story. He was the type that never could keep his mind on one thing long enough to do such a thing. But he was also the type who liked it rough. He had quite a reputation around the Academy, his straight, shoulder length brown hair a styling testimony to his rebellious, and oftentimes brutal nature. Like the younger Vasher brothers, Luke had gotten a tattoo on his left bicep before his transformation, and for once, a tribal band actually held some real meaning, though the design was now somewhat distorted by Luke?s ever expanding muscle and thick veins. His outtie-navel only added to his boyish appeal, and accentuated his striated abs. He ripped off his speedo to allow room for his now throbbing tool, which he nonchalantly gave a quick wank before it fell downward like a third leg, shuddering with his heartbeat.

Jason swallowed hard.

?So, Jacobson,? Kevin said. ?Why don?t we see what you?ve got??

Up until today, Jason hadn?t attended any actual practices. Just team meetings and such to meet the others. But now, he would have to show what his hardly one year of Academy training had provided him. Hopefully it was enough.

Kevin?s eyes flitted over to Ben Keller and Nick Hale. Ben was a fourth year built like an eighth year. Many have often asked why he wasn?t in Behlmore, much like Jason himself, though Ben stood only in Rookie form. It would take Jason?s Advanced Power Level to match such a body. The Kellers were pretty renowned at the Academy, both for their power, and their looks. Ben was no exception, at least in the looks department. He had the smoothest skin, as if body hair was a foreign concept, his shiny skin showing each and every cut of lean muscle. Along with his dark brown hair, his blue eyes stood out like beacons that offered a transfixing sight upon anybody who dared look upon them. Jason was relieved when Kevin patted Nick on the back instead.

?Why don?t you go, Nick,? Kevin said, rubbing one of his teammates ripped delts. ?I wanna see how Jason handles surprises.? He smirked, then slapped the boy on the ass.

Nick was unbothered by the sudden show of affection, his face stoic behind those damn sunglasses that he always wore. It was like the boy had zero emotion. Always. His long, wavy locks made him even more mysterious, though added to the whole surfer / skater thing he was going for, though Jason had to admit, there weren?t too many boarders with a body like Nick?s. He was the closest on the team to the perfection of Tyler?s shapely design, muscles molded perfectly to the boy?s six-foot frame.

?Careful with this one,? Tyler said, leaning over to Jason. He gave Jason a quick massage along his traps, before pushing him forward.

?No rules for this match really,? Kevin said, shrugging. His pecs were still reshaping, the veins still throbbing. ?I just want to see what you?ve got, Jacobson. So that means no coaching,? he said, turning back towards the others. ?Psychic or otherwise.?

Jason nodded feebly, taking his place across from Nick. Kevin raised his arm, and the two competitors jumped back into fighting positions. Then Kevin?s arm came down.

Jason dashed forward, a sonic boom blasting the sand and water in his wake. Nick stood again stoic and motionless. A little ticked at the dismissive treatment, Jason pushed forward. He aimed a fist at Nick?s face, a hundred strikes a millisecond, but all were easily blocked by Nick, the last strike landing squarely in the boy?s palm. Jason tried his other hand, but that too landed in Nick?s grasp. Suddenly, Jason felt something stab into his stomach, precise strikes that landed at least fifty times into the muscle of his eight-pack, though Nick?s stance didn?t shift and his hands were of course preoccupied. As Jason doubled-over in excruciating pain, he saw exactly what had done the damage?

Nick?s cock.

It was slithering before the Hanazin like a charmed cobra, and had to be at least 25 inches in length. The boy had used his cock to strike at precise points along Jason?s stomach, points that seemed to offer the most painful responses.

Jason felt his stomach adjusting to the prior damage, his abs growing harder, leaner, but he couldn?t shake the sight before him. He had never seen such a thing. Was it some sort of strange matter manipulation? He didn?t know. And as Nick zoomed forward, Jason was too slow to respond. The boy landed a kick across Jason?s right ear, a knee to the gut a millisecond later, sending him back the other way, before meeting Jason back where they had started, grabbing his face with a single hand and slamming him into the sand. All the while, Nick?s cock swerved in front of him.

Again, Jason couldn?t have seen what came next. As he rolled over, Nick?s cock shot out towards him like a striking snake, lengthening as if made of elastic, wrapping around Jason?s hardened, still transforming torso, and quickly and slimily thrusting forth into his mouth, forcing the entire girth of the thick shaft down into his throat. With the strength of Nick?s cock alone, Jason was heaved into the air, suspended in the constrictor-like hold of the boy?s shaft. Even more unbelievable, a second later, a second shaft flew out from Nick?s crotch, quickly wrapping around Jason?s leg and plunging into his ass. He would?ve gasped if not for the huge dick in his mouth. And the surprises weren?t yet over. As Nick levitated into the air, taking Jason with him, a third shaft appeared, again seeming out of nowhere from Nick?s sparse bush. Jason wondered where the two other dicks had been hiding. The third remained in front of Nick, swerving in its 20-inches of glory, sputtering short bursts of cum, though seemingly flaccid. And again, all the while, Nick was stoic.

Jason was stuck. In pain or ecstasy, he didn?t know. Even as his muscles grew, Nick?s cocks only tightened their hold and plunged deeper both into throat and ass. It was all he could take, and Jason?s own cock exploded, sending a spray that came down like a sudden hail of man glue, releasing a massive energy flow that moved both sand and water in giant waves away from him. It was a feeling Jason had yet to ever experience, almost like some strange erotic asphyxiation.

The other seven were unbothered by it all, using their own energies to deflect the moving sands around them and basking in the energy. Nick never moved his pelvis, but his cocks did all the work for him, sliding back and forth on their own accord, moving and thrusting like two jackhammers, until he reached his climax. All three dicks exploded simultaneously, his third cock spraying like an out of control fire hose, blasting Jason in a torrent of warm cream, inside and out.

Jason was lost in ecstasy, his mind caring for nothing else, but he knew he had to snap himself out of it. He could see what was going on. He could feel it. Nick was using him to increase his own power, while simultaneously taking it from Jason like some sort of parasite. The boy was pushing into his Intermediate Power Level, his body going from boarder-like to Olympic gymnast-like. Veins throbbed all over his numerous shafts, meeting the network by his abs and quads, and the only indication Nick gave to his own level of ecstasy was a quick twitch of his head. His third cock had now coiled around his own leg and plunged into his own ass, moving as quickly as the other two had in Jason.

Jason knew that a gradual power increase would do him no good. He needed enough power to quickly break Nick?s hold. He needed to jump straight from Rookie to Advanced, which was made increasingly difficult by Nick stealing his energy. The boy?s cocks were now increasing in girth, tightly pushing against the walls of Jason?s ass, the other threatening to tear his jaw apart?if not for the fact that he was a Hanazin, it probably would?ve. Jason didn?t want to do anything. He just wanted to live forever in the ecstasy that Nick was offering him. But he knew he couldn?t allow it. He had to prove himself to the team. It was probably the only thing that kept him from giving in.

It was tough, but Jason found the energy within him. His cock swelled once more, instantly blasting another massive load into the sky. His muscles immediately expanded to his Advanced Level form, and Nick noticeably was now having trouble containing it. Jason heard the others gasp at the sight. He could feel their eyes upon him, gawking at the masterpiece that was his own body. He rivaled the bodies of pro-bodybuilders, only Jason?s body was still growing, his muscles still reshaping, transforming into the most ripped and leanest condition yet. He could feel the energy flowing out from him and into Nick, overwhelming the boy, who soon withdrew both his serpent-like dicks. For the first time, Nick showed an emotion. Pain. And Jason wasn?t going to waste the opportunity.

He had to think fast, and settled on the first thing that came to his mind. Something straight out of one of his Manga comics. He didn?t know if it was possible, but as a Hanazin, he didn?t see why it couldn?t be. His quads flexed, veins pushing forth over the skin and quickly moving down the muscle, and Jason zoomed forward. He moved like teleporting, easily dodging Nick?s attempts to recapture him with his freak-like cocks, and in less than a millisecond?s time, Jason had Nick in a strangle hold, effortlessly lifting the boy further into the air with only a single hand. His other was busy molding his natural energy into a sphere. Jason knew, like in his comic books, he would need an opposing force, thus using his psychic energy to provide it. And soon, Jason?s energy had been molded into a palm-sized sphere of energy, which he sent straight into Nick?s torso.

It was an unusual sight. The ball of energy expanded in size and light the second it made contact and Nick was sent away spinning in circles like the sphere itself, blasting through the waves of the ocean with such force that he encountered little resistance. He landed miles away, settled on the surface of the water, his three cocks retreating into one.

The other seven began cheering at once, the twin?s now released slimy poles detonating as they moved closer to Jason, who had forgotten that he was still in his Advanced Power Level.

?I?ll go get Nick,? Ben said, in his deep, booming voice. He zoomed off, moving upon the surface of the water like he was roller skating.

?Amazing job, Jacobson,? Kevin said. He seemed to be the only able to move close enough without losing his load. ?Better than I could?ve hoped for.?

Jason spotted Tyler standing back. Probably too afraid to move closer. None of them knew what to expect from a first year who could move into Advanced Level after all. It was an unusual sight. So Jason dropped back into his Rookie form, his body now feeling thoroughly drained.

?Where did you get that sweet move?? Adam asked, his cock again bobbing by his pecs. He didn?t seem to notice.

?Uh?just something I saw in one of my comic books,? Jason said.

The others laughed, though in a good way. All except Tyler. Now he was slowly making his way towards Jason, a new leering smile upon his face. As he drew up alongside Jason, the two of them said nothing, though Jason?s heart was again pounding against his chest. The next moment, Tyler?s lips were upon Jason?s, and the two of them were caught in a ravenous, perhaps even passionate kiss. The others hooted and chided the two of them.

Tyler drew back, then whispered again in Jason?s ear. ?You and I can practice privately sometime tomorrow. Same place, same time. Just promise you won?t hold back like you did against Nick.?

[JohnNewEngland]

That was just what I needed after a long HARD day at work. Nicely done, Oliver.

Also, I agree with relocating the story to this section. It's too good to miss, and I wonder if you'll gain some new fans that might not have seen it in the Continuous Story section. Glad to see it here.

[Oliver904]

Thanks John. Seriously speaking, the fact that all you guys continue to read is the sole reason I continue to write. Otherwise, I wouldn't bother, seeing as I really have to set aside time to get it all done in a sitting now *LOL* I've tried to set aside one day a week to get a post finished, but it just hasn't been working out, so all the encouragement definitely helps keep me going.

Oh, and if you haven't seen this, I wanted to point this out, though some would rather do without, as they might have a different picture of somebody in their heads. Still it's kinda fun to make. The JV Tournament Team is at the bottom:

http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=10915

Oliver

[redroger11]

If well earned praise will help you find more to write about then here is much praise to you. And though a few members know how to find out just how many are reading your story, I figure your hits on this particular story have to be pretty high. A lot more people read without any intention of repaying the great favor of sharing your imagination. I am guilty of doing this a few times. But I try to remind myself that if I don't take the time to compliment the people who make my world a bit better, then I don't deserve the wonderful things I receive. At those times you may think you aren't a serious writer, please take my opinion to heart, cause I think you are writing a seriously good story. Faith, Brother. You are an author. You're a writer. It is good stuff. And my hope is for you to have hot sweaty dreams that you bring back and share with us. So far, OH so good!

Keep Writing.

redroger11

[Oliver904]

Thanks Redroger,
Yeah, I'm guilty of the same as well and you'd think I'd know better. Sometimes I'll try and send a private message, but I hardly post other than my own stories. And sometimes I feel horrible when people leave comments here and I can't respond to them with enough words (so yeah, sorry in advance to everyone following this post , but I always appreciate it more than you know), but God knows there isn't a night that I too don't hope for hot, sweaty dreams *LOL*


Oliver

[skumbum]

I love this story.

I smelled Naruto back at "serpent like columns" though. :-)

[V.R.Goh]

Originally Posted by skumbum

I love this story.

I smelled Naruto back at "serpent like columns" though. :-)

Oh, good. I'm not the only one that saw right through the not-so-subtle Hanazin Rasengan.

Really good story, in any case. Keep writing.

[Oliver904]

Yeah, I've been wanting to throw in a little "fanboy-culture" reference for awhile now, and always thought it would be cool if, imagining I were a Hanazin, what I would do, and the first thing I would try is everything straight out of my comic books. *LOL* That or something out of Street Fighter. I was going back and forth whether to make Jason a comic geek or gaming geek. So it was either Rasengan or Chun Li's "Kikosho". Either way, I'm glad you guys picked up on it. Did you guys pick up on the Kage Bushin reference back when Sean was fighting the Constables for "the Key"? I tried to "Hanazin-tize" that one though with Power Levels and such, but it was still kinda "shadow clone-esque"


Oliver

[skumbum]

Yes!! But only subconsciously until you said it. :) Hyouton! Hanazin yuki bunshin no jutsu...
Also the snakes?

[aiden831]

I caught that! I when I saw that part, I was really surprised by it. It also got me thinking about that, also. What would I want to try out if I was one of them. I came up with a bunch of attacks, spanning all of the levels. My favorite one at Hyper was one I called [COLOR=Red]Reisoran Sansan[/COLOR][COLOR=Red][COLOR=White]which translates to Spirit Riot Flash. It's pretty much a massive cannon-type attack that can level a big mountain flat in a single shot. Keep up the awesome work man! I can't wait to read what's going to happen next![/COLOR][/COLOR]

[Oliver904]

This is my longest post yet. Special thanks to Aiden for helping me out with this one. Enjoy!

Part 32


Sean looked leeringly at his father standing in the open field. It was one of many surrounding the house. It?s what you get when you?re in the middle of nowhere, but a perfect place to practice. The man had just finished performing a rather impressive technique, one that emanated a massive aura of power, but he stood only in his Base Power Level. It was the first time Sean had seen his dad in his original form, seen what he had looked like when he had first transformed into a Hanazin. It certainly didn?t speak of his power like his Rookie or Intermediate Power Levels, but still impressive. Sean?s Base Level was more Olympic swimmer, while his dad?s Base Level was more champion amateur bodybuilder. His skin had tanned accordingly to the sun?s rays, a golden hue that almost seemed to shimmer in its battle to contain his sinewy physique. His muscles stood stable, his cock swinging idly by his knees. It was clear he was containing his power, exploring how far he could push the limits of his Base. And now it was certain?very far indeed.

Sean had watched the whole thing, making sure to stay well away from any harm. His father was bending the very world around him, using the earth, the air, the entire field as if it were nothing but a plaything. It was like watching some sort of strange computer screensaver. Everything in a 40-foot radius cycloned like pinwheel into his father?s body, before reverting back as if nothing had happened. It was matter manipulation taken to the very extremes, that much was clear. But Sean couldn?t figure out exactly what it was for.

?I take it you have the key??

His father?s voice was the most normal it had ever been, though just as curt. Sean had no problem hearing it despite the distance. He flew down swiftly from his position in the air to stand next to the man. He, himself, had reverted to his Rookie Power Level, a level he had made massive gains in. Watching Sean go from Base to Rookie was like watching Michael Phelps switch bodies with a roided fitness model. He raised a glowing hand and manipulated the key back into existence.

?I wish you wouldn?t do that,? his father said. ?You could miss something, leave something out. And it must be perfect.?

?It?s perfect,? Sean said. He hadn?t left a thing out in recreating the key. He had gotten really good at the whole process, his eyes picking up every line, every imperfection, physical or otherwise. He couldn?t explain it, but Sean could recreate anything, just as long as he had seen it once beforehand.

His father grabbed the key out from the air where it was levitating before Sean?s palm. ?I saw what you did to Luther.? He turned away, tossing the key into the air, before catching it once again. ?You know, all you had to do was ask me. I would?ve told you.? He chuckled, turning back to face Sean. ?You almost destroyed him. Try not to do that next time.? He shrugged. ?I like Luther.?

?So it?s all true then,? Sean said.

?Of course it?s true. I wouldn?t have you go through all that for nothing.?

Sean?s lips crept up into a smile. ?It wasn?t any trouble. In fact, I enjoyed it.?

?I know,? his father said, placing a hand on one of Sean?s ripped, meaty delts. ?Sometimes I think a little too much.?

?Do I really make you more powerful?? Sean asked. But suddenly he felt his father?s grip on his shoulder tighten. The muscle tried to adjust, but still the pain was unbearable.

?You make ME more powerful?? His father?s voice was angry now, and Sean could feel the man?s power flooding out of his fingers and into his body. ?YOU are powerful BECAUSE of me!?

His father was overreacting. Sean didn?t mean anything by it. But now it was almost like his worst nightmares had suddenly come to life. He felt his body stretching, being torn apart, ripping from his toes to the tip of his head, until finally he was nothing but a wispy mass floating into the air. He was using the technique! His father was using the new technique on HIM.

And then it stopped. As if nothing happened.

Sean collapsed to the ground, panting. He was actually panting. He was actually tired. He hadn?t felt such a thing in a long time. What the fuck did his father do?

?Feel lucky, FORTUNATE, Sean, that you are my son,? his father said, his voice again calm. He sighed and paced a few feet away. ?I?ll concede to you that as you grow strong my power rises. It?s our connection that does it. But it is my connection to you, the gift bestowed upon ME, that allows you to share in this power.? He psychically lifted Sean from the ground, then threw an arm around the boy?s still growing shoulders. ?You would do well to remember your place in all of this.?

His father then extended a massive, veiny hand out before him and Sean watched as the ground gave way to twisting roots and vines. Together they soon formed a full-grown tree as if 100 years was passing right before their eyes.

?I take it you have a grasp on what the technique does NOW, don?t you?? Sean?s father asked, the veins in his forehead subsiding.

Sean was almost afraid to answer and was thankful that he didn?t have to.

His father shook his head. ?I guess you wouldn?t. You?ve only observed me trying in my Base Power Level.? He chuckled. ?It?s effortless in my Rookie Level, but why bother with the technique if I have to shift.? He turned his head towards Sean. ?You wanna see the real thing??

His father gripped him tight against his own ripped torso, Sean?s still transforming muscles shuddering and expanding against the harder muscle of his dad. They bolted forward, flying at a high mach speed, the sonic boom blasting the turf they left behind. The world whipped passed them in a blur of colors until finally, only five seconds later, the two of them came to a stop, hovering miles over a city expanse.

Sean was about to ask about their location, when he turned to spot the circular structure of the Roman Coliseum plotted below him. Rome. His father had brought the two of them from Montana to Rome in a matter of seconds. Not even Sean himself had ever flown so fast. The two of them remained in the air, floating buck naked, cocks hanging down, though Sean?s was slowly getting hard. He couldn?t help it. Just the thought of his father?s power, just the chance to see it in action, excited him. A dollop of his precum dripped like a string from his steel pole, until finally it fell downward towards the many tourists below. It hit a man with an audible sploosh, the human male now covered from head to toe in Sean?s sticky white fluid.

Everybody looked up then, spouting fearful and curious lines in Italian. Men, women, children alike were all pointing up towards the naked, floating masses of muscle that were Sean and his father.

?Looks like you got THEIR attention,? his father said. ?Now, to get the attention of the constables.?

For some reason, Sean was seeing it all in a different light. Perhaps because, for the first time, his mind hadn?t been completely engulfed by his power. Now, he saw the innocent faces below, the children most especially. He swallowed hard.

?What are you going to do?? Sean asked his father.

?What am I going to do? His father asked, an eyebrow raised. ?Me? Question is, what are YOU going to do. I need time to prepare.?

Sean strangely felt an icy chill grip his stomach. It was another sensation he?d forgotten in the past?well, he?d lost time of how long it?s been. Either way, he didn?t want to show weakness. He wondered if even now his father was searching through his mind, testing him. What if he WAS too weak? Would his father use the technique on him? Would his father really kill his own son? He NEEDED Sean, didn?t he?

In the end, Sean?s own personal conscious didn?t matter. His father was doing something to him. He could feel it surging into him, seizing his mind, coursing through his veins. Sean let the energy flow throughout his body, his muscles feeding on it, expanding, vibrating violently in their growth. His cock exploded, blasting the largest load Sean had ever released, turning the sunny sky to gray with his cloud of cum. His white fluids rained down over the huge stone bowl, flooding a portion of the ancient tunnels below, trapping a few of the now frantic patrons.

There was a blur of movement and something appeared before Sean and his father. A man. A Hanazin man. Besides the flying part, it was obvious by his thick, muscular frame and handsome features. Buzzed black hair, clean cut face, and dressed in the finest attire, the man had clearly used his power to block the deluge of Sean?s man cream. He had flown up to meet them, his face full of confusion. He said something. Something in Italian, his voice panicked, perhaps curious, his deep blue eyes fixed in a wide glare. It took a moment for Sean?s brain to catch up. He didn?t speak Italian, but his mind was working in unison with the other Hanazin?s, with his father?s, who was doing much the same perusing the man?s mind to gain comprehension. And soon, within a ten second period, the Italian language was a fluent attribute of Sean?s vocabulary.

?Have you lost your mind?? the Hanazin man asked his father. ?You look old enough to know the rules of this world.

Sean?s father laughed derisively, then answered in Italian. ?You must be a brave man to confront us. Do you not feel the power flowing out of my son there??

The man?s head shot over towards Sean once more, who was slowly losing his free will to the power. His father had given him too much. Sean was holding steady in his Rookie Power Level, but his muscles were threatening to burst right out of his skin, his vascular network was fully dilated, throbbing and pumping like his massive, slimy cock. Through the man?s mind, he could see himself. It was like looking at a fitness model who had suddenly gone overboard with some muscle growth concoction, every muscle, every striation, every lean bit of fiber defying the tanned, golden skin of Sean?s body.

?Is this boy in training or something?? the man asked. ?You must tell him to transform! He?ll destroy his mind??

?He?ll be fine,? Sean?s father said. His eyes drifted downward. ?Can?t say the same about them.? He then looked back at the man. ?Or you.?

?What are you??

The man didn?t get the last bit out. Sean had the Hanazin by the throat. The man quickly broke away, quickly transformed, quickly ripped out of his clothes, and charged back towards Sean. It was only a matter of milliseconds of movement, but Sean saw every bit of the man. His muscles were still transforming, still shuddering in their growth, veins still moving over his Mediterranean sun-kissed skin, pumping, throbbing, settling into the fist that was headed straight for Sean?s face.

Sean didn?t even bother dodging it. He just let the fist land on its target, striking his nose 100, 200, 300 times in a matter of seconds. But Sean was completely unmoved by the man?s advances, standing still like an indestructible pillar of muscle.

As the Hanazin man stood stunned, the people below him were now finding their escape impossible. Sean?s father had used his psychic energy to lock all the gates, block every exit, and trap them all inside.

Sean felt his new power storming towards the tips of his fingers. He balled his fist, his veins thick and pulsating in the backs of his hands. Now the power ruled and Sean?s mind fell away like it always had. The Hanazin man, still in shock, never saw it coming.

Sean with a single strike, in a movement seen only to Hanazin eyes, slammed his fist into the man?s gut, sending hardened abs into the bones of his spine. The force of the blow defied the natural laws of physics, the man?s midsection the only portion of his body that flew backwards, and Sean was there to redirect the rest of him towards the crowd below, but something happened then. The Hanazin man exploded, his blood, his body parts spattering away into the air before dissipating into nothing. If not for the power that had engulfed his mind, Sean would?ve realized what he?d just done. He?d just destroyed a Hanazin, not with a high matter or energy manipulation, but with a physical strike. He?d just destroyed an indestructible being.

Now Sean was utterly filled with a sense of invincibility. Despite the fact that he hadn?t thoroughly processed what had just taken place, he felt the power that had been responsible. He turned to the trapped patrons below in the coliseum and grinned. The streets of Rome were now filled with gawkers observing the strange sight above them. With a swift thrust of his palm Sean sent a wave of raw air pressure down towards one of the surrounding city streets. The blast landed with such force that it grossly crushed the humans directly below in a splattering display, flattened cars into paper thin scraps of metal, and blew a 30 foot wide crater into the earth, all before the wind redirected itself in an explosion of dust and debris that took out the surrounding structures, including one side wall of the coliseum.

The screams were enough to cause his power hungry mind to crave even more. Still in his Rookie Power Level, Sean?s skin appeared ready to rip apart, his muscles expanding and pushing his throbbing veins even closer to the surface. His cock was sputtering quick spurts of cum, which fell to join the rest of his pool of fluids below. They were crying. The humans were pleading. Sean could hear it in both his mind and super human ears. He thought first to be quick about it, but no. That wouldn?t allow him to showcase the new surge of his power.

Sean began to build his psychic energy, the vessels in his head moving, crawling to join the networks by his eyes, pulsating as his brain began to work. Soon the coliseum was rattling as if there was a centralized earthquake, the screams of terror growing louder, and the next second the ground around the outer walls gave way, fissuring around the entire structure. Slowly at first, then quickly, the coliseum rose into the air, propelled only by Sean?s psychic powers. There it remained miles above the earth, levitating as Sean prepared his next technique.

But suddenly, he heard a swoosh of movement next to him and felt a strike land into his gut. The strike soon turned to a hundred and, despite being unharmed by it, Sean dropped the energy field holding the floating coliseum.

?SHIT!? The Hanazin next to him yelled, turning towards the now plummeting land mass. There were seven other uniformed Hanazin men in lycra power suits who had arrived, and together they struggled to slow the descent of the coliseum.

Sean?s father laughed as he effortlessly batted away the Hanazin next to Sean, sending the man rocketing towards the horizon. ?The constables have arrived,? he said. ?I see they?re still not taking my efforts seriously. They?ve only sent eight. Same as before. Perhaps they?re just observing me, gathering their data.? He chuckled, smiling in his dashing, dimpled way. ?I?ll have to give them something to report, I guess.?

The seven unoccupied constables were able to lower the coliseum, but with more force than they had intended. It didn?t look good for those inside and the screaming had all but ceased.

?The time has come, son,? Sean?s father said with a sigh. ?I suggest you keep your distance.?

Sean zoomed backwards, and seconds later was well into the stratosphere. He could still see and hear his father and the constables as clearly as if he were there next to them, but he was well out of range of any of his father?s aura. He watched his father move into his Rookie Power Level, his muscles not just ballooning, but almost appearing as if water was flowing through every part of his body, dammed up in sections to pool into new, thick muscle fiber. It wasn?t just growth, it was true transformation. Like Sean himself, his father was pushing the limits of his Rookie Level, causing the energy to collect in his vascular networks, engorging the veins that snaked around the roided monster. His father could certainly control his cock, but let it loose for show, Sean was sure. Cum dripped from his massive pole as if it were sticky oil, flowing from the tip to the bottom of his shaft like a slow, low-pressure fountain, until finally, his father?s throbbing tool detonated full force.

The earth quaked and the sky?s turned dark, not just with the torrential cum storm, but with low, dark rain clouds. Sean had to adjust his vision so he could see through them, and watched the skies fill with thunder and lightning. His father?s excess energy was creating its own weather system. But all that didn?t matter at the moment. The Eight Constables (the last returning after being earlier so easily shooed away) weren?t fooling around, immediately turning their Base Level physiques into Hyper Power Level masses of muscle, their energy fields protecting them from the falling man glue. All eight of them looked like pro-bodybuilders computer morphed, steroid injected, then genetically engineered in a lab. It was the only way to explain it. The lycra of their uniforms was still intact, but the thick muscles underneath were fighting to be freed. By size alone, they appeared the supreme beings when opposed to his father?s lean, vein covered form, but Sean could feel his father?s energy within himself, and it was power far beyond anything Sean had ever experienced.

His father bellowed, which soon turned to a roar, shaking the earth even more and sending out a wave of energy the constables had to brace for. The constables then moved forward, seeming uncaring of the sonic booms in their wake. Much of the city was already falling to ruin.

It all happened so fast?for everybody but Sean. The constables moved at mach speeds, but Sean observed it in slow motion. His father rushed forward to meet them, stopping in between them as they moved to surround him. He threw his arms out to his sides as if he was ready to curl some massive barbells, his chest still pulsating, his cock still engorged and throbbing, veins pumping again to the surface as his fingers clenched tight to his palms. And then his father released his technique.

Again, it all happened too fast for the constables to realize what was going on. They never had time to scream until they were already caught up into it. Time seemed to slow by then, even to those who WEREN?T Sean. His father?s energy had blasted outward in an increased range of 60-feet, quickly spinning in a shuriken like motion, acting like a magnet to the air, pulling the constables into it and tearing them from limb to limb?but not violently. It seemed more like they were simply becoming a part of the energy field, joining in the already pinwheel like momentum flowing into Sean?s father. Soon, the constables were no more, and the air, almost appearing as if it had bent itself back, reverted to its normal place in the world.

Sean felt it more than ever now. His father?s power was bleeding into him and he understood then what had happened. Everything was energy, Hanazins included, and Sean?s father had absorbed the constables and their energy into himself, increasing his power by leaps and bounds.

Sean?s father?s chest was heaving as he struggled to contain the new energy, his retreating cock retreated no more, and hardened to stand up by his shuddering pecs. The wind was picking up to a sustained gale force and the thunder and lightning was soon joined by a sudden, heavy downpour. As his father?s heart beat against his chest, as his cock bobbed along with it, the earth quaked and rattled beneath him.

Finally, his father?s cock let loose in a powerful, creamy geyser. His body glowed white, his aura pulsed, and a wave of energy left his body like a tsunami in all directions, flattening the coliseum and much of the surrounding Roman infrastructure before causing it all to simply vanish from existence. In every direction, even with Sean?s enhanced vision and vantage point, Rome had gone missing.

But Sean reveled in the power. It blew his hair back, pushed the wind against his body, but he took it all in stride, leaning his head back and letting his father?s energy flow into him until he blew his load as well and joined the rain in covering the earth.

When the white glow faded from around his father, Sean couldn?t help but stare at the sight before him. His father truly was a God among?well, among Hanazins even. He looked in his Rookie Power Level like Sean?s Hyper Level, his height over nine feet, his back as wide as the tail end of a greyhound bus. Sean was actually afraid to move any closer. The rain never touched his father?s body, never dampened his hair. His power kept it all at bay. He actually seemed to possess a bit of the glow still, though golden in color, and his muscles worked in a bizarre transformation, as if stacking upon each other layer by layer, veins connecting the fibers, running through the surface of his skin until finally settling.

?Meet me back at the tree,? he said, clenching and unclenching his hands. His voice was but a murmur, but Sean had heard it clear enough. ?I?ll need you to learn this technique. I?m sure you?re eager to get started.?



***

Parker tried to take it all in as he followed behind his fellow classmate through the dew soaked grounds. The boy?s name was Ken Parsons, another first year student at the academy. His name was easy to remember. Parker had spent a few days with Mr. Archer?s other son also named Ken. As for Parsons, Mr. Archer had introduced the two of them shortly after Parker was introduced to the Headmaster, during which Parker had a hard time keeping his jaw up off the floor. The Headmaster was unlike any of the Hanazins Parker had yet to see. The top portion of his body was so heavily muscular that it almost seemed as if he needed to be separately assembled chest, traps, shoulders, and arms, to his ten-pack abdominal section. Parker had embarrassingly lost his load right in front of him, but the Headmaster responded, ?Happens all the time.?

After receiving his blue Karate Gi, he and Ken left to find their dorm. The two of them would be roommates. Ken kept up the conversation, but Parker couldn?t help getting lost in the sights around him. The central castle, the surrounding manor homes, the stadium, the boys?the cute, muscular, god-like boys. So many boys! So many dripping, throbbing, pulsating cocks?

?FUCK!?

Parker blasted a load into Ken, almost succeeding in knocking the boy over onto his face, the ground rattling around the two of them as the torrent continued. It was a whole minute before Parker ceased, and by then, Ken and the grass around him was covered in his own creamy, white goo.

?Shit,? Parker panted, watching his hands expanding, the veins pulsating and moving up his forearms. ?Sorry ?bout that.?

One of the passing upperclassmen raised a glowing hand and cleaned up the mess. ?Jesus, a regular fucking jelly donut, this one,? he said, laughing as he went on his way.

?He means your cream filling, not your figure,? Ken said, slapping Parker against his still collapsing eight-pack.? He laughed, then continued up the path.

?Yeah, I um?know,? Parker said, following behind.

It was a strange sensation walking while his legs were still lengthening, while his quads and calves were still widening. Yet even that couldn?t keep his eyes off the activity around him. Boys of all sizes and physiques, boys who looked like roided surfers, skaters, bodybuilders, and swimmers, boys who looked like Olympic gymnasts and champion wrestlers, were running and flying around the quad with differently colored pennants. Some blue like Parker?s Gi, others red. Some of the red ones were embroidered with pictures of a charging bull, while the blue ones had a diving falcon on them.

?Is something going on?? Parker asked Ken.

?There?s a Varsity Combat Tournament match today. Our House against Behlmore House. They?re the ones with the Bull logos.? Ken patted Parker on one of his ripped shoulders. ?We should hurry to our dorm so we can get to the stadium on time.?

Parker noticed Ken?s quick pat turn to a subtle rubbing motion a second later.

?Hurry to our dorm,? Parker said mindlessly. After a moment, he turned towards Ken, grinning ear to ear. ?Sounds like a good idea.?



***

Aiden felt the ripped muscles of his back pushing into the rock face and watched as his roommate?s toes fought to keep steady in the beach sand. As always, Ryan found a way to adjust, levitating the two of them a few inches from the shore as he proceeded to thrust his thick, lubed piece into Aiden?s ass. The two of them had found a spot just outside the cove underneath Tyserren House, the waves lapping underneath them. Before his transformation, Ryan had played Water Polo, so he had a natural affinity towards water and always preferred the quiet of the cove at dawn. And it seemed one of the few places that two first years could find some privacy.

The minor quakes began as he was reaching his climax, small rocks peeling from the cliff and falling to the sand. Aiden saw Ryan?s face turn fierce and ran his hands through the boy?s salt covered blond hair to calm him down. Slow. Take your time, he thought. But Ryan didn?t heed and began to buck like a wild animal. His cock thickened in its girth and pushed further into Aiden?s hole, pushed harder against the fleshy walls. It felt too good and Aiden couldn?t help but wrap his legs around the muscles of Ryan?s pulsating back, his own calves vibrating in their growth. He stuck his own cock in his mouth, tasted his own sweet juices, and as Ryan roared and blasted into his ass, Aiden let his load explode down into his own throat.

For a moment, the crashing waves didn?t crash, but held steady in the air with the collective strength of Aiden?s and Ryan?s energy pushing it back, the sands shifting as the ground continued to rattle. Ryan?s pecs shuddered rapidly, then slowly began to inflate, veins engorging as the muscle underneath his skin fought to adapt to the boy?s rising energy. His abs, already covered in the backsplash of his own cum, fell inward into his spine before expanding back in its transformation from a thin six-pack to a hard, ripped eight-pack. He squeezed with his widening hands the now salty skin of Aiden?s vibrating traps, muscles shuddering wildly. Aiden let the boy continue to his arms, flexing for him in a double bicep pose, letting his roommate?s fingers grip the trembling fiber underneath, letting him trace the veins that appeared and disappeared time and again as the muscle ballooned and hardened.

Aiden released his cock from his lips and let the remaining parts of his load discharge over his head and paint the brown rock behind him white. He was still going at least 30 seconds after Ryan was spent. Finally, once Aiden had blasted the last bits from his slimy pole, Ryan dropped his psychic energy around the two of them. Together they fell fast to the cum muddied sand, laughing as their still growing, tightening asses took the brunt of it and the waves finally came crashing down.

?Sorry,? Ryan said, over the splashing of the water.

?It?s fine.?

?You?re telling me.? Ryan smiled and leaned in for a kiss.

But Aiden pushed him away. ?God that?s so cheesy.? He laughed, then ran a hand over his roommates still shuddering quads, his fingers tracing the valleys between the muscle. Ryan wasn?t a bad looker. Not bad at all. In fact, Aiden sometimes called himself one of the lucky few.

Lucky? Lucky he found somebody who, in the right light, like the light of dawn, looked a lot like the boyfriend he knew back home in San Francisco. Lucky that Ryan looked like Tobias. That way, it didn?t feel so bad. It didn?t feel like cheating. Then again, it wasn?t cheating if he and Tobias weren?t together. Not anymore.

?You were thinking about him again.?

Ryan?s voice snapped Aiden out of his thoughts and Aiden drew his hand away from Ryan?s still growing, cum slicked thigh.

?That?s private,? Aiden said. ?Why not try and stay outta my head.?

Ryan sighed. ?Alright,? he said. ?Sorry. Didn?t mean to pry. Just hard not to when you?re sending out that signal on your own.?

?What do you mean? I don?t??

?Yeah, you do.? Ryan shook his head. ?All the time, Aiden. When you?re sleeping, when we?re fucking, all the time.?

Aiden leaned his head against the rock face behind him, his pecs pulsing with the same rhythm as the veins running across his skin to join the network by his shoulders. He had to adjust a bit as his lengthening legs began to dig too deep into the sand. ?That much huh??

Ryan threw an arm over Aiden?s shoulder, his bicep and forearm rattling, inflating, and squeezing the back of his fellow roommate?s neck. ?He was different from us. That?s all there is to it. Your dick is a good 15 inches, his a mere six. We weren?t made to pair up with humans. Not really. Unless you count the Hybrids. But then again, we don?t ever really pair up with them.?

Aiden laughed, his eight-pack tightening as the lower ab veins climbed up from his blond bush. ?Are you trying to help or something??

?Yeah,? Ryan said. ?Or something.? He leaned over for a second attempt, slowly. At Aiden?s cheek, he rubbed his warm lips playfully over his roommate?s beard fuzz, until finally, Aiden took.

They moved their mouths over each other?s entire mandible, the two of them acting as if they had been sexually deprived for 100 years, sucking lips and tongues, their cocks jumping up, ready for another round?

?Aiden!?

Ryan drew away and Aiden turned to look up at his brother Noah soaring down from the hill to meet them. Noah was a Fourth Year student at the Academy, and like the other Tachibanas before him, had quite the reputation as one of the Academy?s top students. His eldest brother Xander had graduated a while back, and was now working as a Tracker for one of the constable forces in the eastern regions.

?I can come back later,? Noah said, as he levitated before Aiden and Ryan. He nudged his chin towards Aiden?s throbbing, leaking piece.

?Come back later for what?? Aiden asked.

Noah sighed, the bulky muscles of his chest heaving up and down. ?Never mind,? he said. He turned to leave, but spotted one of his friends coming down the hill to join him. Aiden saw Ryan blush.

It was Christian Rider, one of Ryan?s secret crushes. Hanazin crushes were different than most, but Ryan?s was a pretty traditional one. Aiden had to admit, he wouldn?t mind having a tussle with the boy. He had one of those chiseled faces, quite manly for his age, one where it seemed his lines were drawn to an exact science. Yet he had this boyish appeal to him, and like the other three, his hair was blond, though much purer in its color.

Christian was in his fifth year, the only Dragahna out of the three Tyserrens gathered on the beach. Like many of the Hanazins before him, he had gotten a few tattoos before his transformation, though Aiden could never tell what of. Especially the one on his right bicep. But Christian had always known he?d be in Dragahna and had a tattoo of what was clearly a welsh dragon put on his chest.

?Thought you were going to help your brother with that family technique thing,? Christian said as he joined them.

Noah scratched at the fuzzy trail by his navel, then rubbed his hand over his eight-pack. ?Yeah, me too.? He tightened the drawstring of his Gi-pants.

Aiden had completely forgotten. ?Sorry. But if you?re still up for it,? he told his brother.

?Up for it,? Noah murmured. He turned to Christian and the two of them burst out laughing. ?Yeah, it seems they?re up for something.?

The two of them were like a pair of frat boys. Jokes never had to be funny to everyone. Just funny to them.

Christian?s eyes roamed over towards Ryan. ?We?re just joking, guys. No hard feelings, alright??

He did his best to contain his laughter, but a second later his lips parted with a spray of saliva and Noah soon joined in. As Christian doubled over in his hilarity, Aiden noticed that he was missing something. His shadow.

?So, you ready to start or what?? Noah asked.

Aiden tore his eyes away from Christian?s feet. ?Yeah.?

Christian turned back to Ryan and pointed towards the hill. ?Why don?t you and I go grab a good seat up there, little man.?

Ryan nodded, his cock doing much the same as it still was fully erect and ready to blow. The sands were shifting with each minor quake. And as Christian pulled Ryan into a tight, cordial hug against his ripped, solid torso, Ryan?s dick let loose, blasting Noah, who threw his hands in front of him to block the powerful, three cum hose salute.

The earth was quaking and Ryan was transforming, but Christian pulled him along despite it all, the two of them settling on the hill as Ryan continued to shoot torrents of his man fluid. It was then that Aiden saw the black mass moving to catch up with them. Was it Christian?s shadow?

?So, who do you hate the most out of everybody in the world?? Noah asked his little brother, leading him out from under the cove rocks.

?What?? Aiden asked.

?Just tell me who you can?t stand?and don?t say some random politician, ?cause nobody likes them.?

The two of them moved to stand in an open area of the shoreline. Aiden looked up to see Ryan having his desires finally come to life. Seemed Christian had much the same thoughts when it came to his roommate and with psychic powers, it was hard to keep such things secret. Ryan was plugged in the rear by Christian himself, and in the front by the Fifth Year?s, what Aiden could now only confirm to be, shadow.

?Shit, pay attention, Aiden. I don?t got all day.?

?Sorry,? Aiden said, tearing his eyes away from yet another thing. He thought about it, but couldn?t really come up with anybody. ?I dunno?what does this have to do with anything.?

Noah sighed. ?Remember in Harry Potter when Harry had to make that misty thing.?

?The Patronus.?

?Yeah, whatever,? Noah said. ?Remember when I asked you about it in the movie and you explained how Harry had to come up with a happy memory in his life, but it wasn?t the same in the book, but it didn?t matter because it was happy enough.?

Aiden shook his head. ?What??

?The key to our family technique,? Noah said. ?The Reisoran Sansan. In dad?s native language it means Spirit Riot Flash, or some shit like that. But it?s kinda the same thing as that Harry Potter Patronal, just in reverse.?

?Patronus.?

?Whatever.? Noah tore off his orange gi-pants. ?I?ll show you first. Not that you can do this every time you want to pull off this technique. You should remember it all in your head. Visualize and stuff.?

Noah went into a most muscular pose and released his energy, his muscles adjusting accordingly as he moved into his Intermediate Power Level. His college wrestler like body shifted towards the physique of a teen bodybuilder, his pecs shuddering as they swelled outward, his abs tightening as they collapsed and grew leaner, his traps climbing his neck, his lats widening, his quads expanding like his calves, and his toes digging deep into the sand as his height expanded. All the while his cock remained immobile, even as he moved into his Advanced Power Level.

But Aiden, having been fully hard just a minute prior, couldn?t contain his load any longer and his dick released a powerful stream that matched the energy that fled from his body. The waves flew up into the air, rolling back into a barrel, until both the Tachibanas had finished.

As Aiden looked next to him, he saw his brother?s body now resembled more a morphed photo of a teen national champion, and with the rising morning sun, his skin was tanning to a golden hue. Now he just needed the posing oil.

Noah, with his new muscular physique, raised his glowing hand and the beach sand a mile down the shore puffed up, swirled around itself, and seconds later began to stick together grain by grain until it formed something solid.

?Justin Timberlake?? Aiden asked, glaring at the huge sand bust of a smiling Justin Timberlake. ?Justin Timberlake makes you happy??

?Makes me happy?? Noah asked, incredulous. ?Hasn?t your Hanazin brain put this together yet? Geez!? The earth began to shake violently again and Noah?s right hand emanated a yellow then red glow, alternating between the two colors. He extended his hand, his blond hair flew up, the sand erupted around him, the water splashed up and away, and Noah let the energy fly.

At first, the energy beam was small and thin as it made contact with the Timberlake bust, almost seeming to cut through it like a knife, but then in a matter of seconds, the blast grew to a radius of 20-feet and completely decimated the bust and the beach around it like an atomic explosion all contained in an upturned, glowing yellow and red bowl. The Reisoran Sansan.

?Justin Timberlake doesn?t make you happy,? Aiden said blankly, as the blast subsided. ?In fact, I?d say you HATE Justin Timberlake.?

Noah scoffed. ?Who doesn?t, genius??

There was a sudden release of energy from the hill as Christian roared and climaxed. He and his shadow were double-dipping into Ryan?s ass. Guess he got more than his deepest desires. The force of the blast moved down the hill with a quickness, knocking Aiden over and pressing back the ocean water once again, fighting the incoming tide.

?You?ll have to ignore them,? Noah said, helping his brother up. ?So, tell me who you hate the most. It?s how it works, the Reisoran. Opposite of that Harry Potter thing, but of the same caliber. You must hate something as much as he loved something. It?s why it?s called ?Spirit Riot? flash. Dad made it up out of his rage, when Ojisan told him to find some way to release his anger.?

?Makes sense,? Aiden said.

?So, who is it then??

Aiden smirked. He could think of one now. But just the one. ?Penn Badgley.?

Noah looked shocked. ?P-Penn Badgley?why would you want to hate Penn Badgley?you know what, I don?t wanna know.?

It was a good thing, ?cause Aiden couldn?t explain it anyways. But he hated all those teeny-bopper idols. James Vander-stank, Adam Brody, Joshua Jackson?

Noah was already sculpting a bust of Penn Badgley when Christian soared down to them. Ryan was still up on the hill, spent and lying on his back.

?Penn Badgley huh,? Christian said. ?God I LOVE him. FUCK! I just wanna stick my dick in his mouth and turn that fucker into a Hybrid so he can handle my enormous shit. He?d be sayin? ?Oh Christian, fuck Christian, oh fuck me, Christian!? And I?d be pounding that ass through the fucking wall!?

Noah cleared his throat. ?Maybe we could talk about it later, Christian.?

?Yeah, sounds good,? Christian said loudly and confidently, slapping Noah on his rippled ass cheek.

?You?ll need to transform, Aiden,? Noah said. ?I mean if you want to pull of the real thing.?

?You mean, you?re not just going to show me the basics?? Aiden asked. ?But I don?t have the power to do that??

?Yeah, you do,? Noah said. ?I looked at your power assessment. You have a high enough natural energy level in Intermediate to pull it off, trust me. It takes around 58k, so you?ve got this shit, man.?

Aiden nodded. He went into a most muscular pose and released his energy. Immediately his already pumped body began to transform. Sometimes the growth was different, and this time Aiden?s pecs didn?t shudder, or shake, but just inflated like a balloon. But the rest of him was rattling violently, his abs falling against his spine, etching the new muscle like a carver moving from his cock to his pecs, sealing the process off with a vine of veins crawling up the hardened surface. His cock drew out in front of him once again, showering the beach sand with another round of his lube. Now Aiden was rising up in the air, his feet needing the room to allow his legs the space to grow freely, his entire body emanating a yellow glow as his vascular networks pulsed and pumped the energy all throughout his growing muscles.

?That shit never gets old,? Christian said, as Aiden?s growth came to settle. ?For a Tyserren that?s pretty impressive.?

Aiden felt his still shuddering pecs getting a rub down and saw a shadow black hand working its fingers over the pulsating veins by his nipples. He could even feel something flicking at his ear.

?Call your shadow off, Christian, damn!? Noah said, clearly annoyed.

?Shadow! Bad Shadow!? Christian yelled.

The black fingers left Aiden?s body as Christian?s shadow retreated to fall back into its normal position connected to its master. Aiden wasn?t sure he wanted it to go away. The touch was different, arousing even. It?s probably why Ryan had yet to get up from his spot on the hill. But now wasn?t the time for such things.

?It?s like a standard energy blast,? Noah said, ?but you have to twist the emotional RED energy over the natural YELLOW energy. Not too hard, right??

Aiden was taken aback. ?Not too hard? I don?t even know what emotional energy IS.?

Noah sighed. ?This is going to take longer than I thought.?




By the way, don't forget to check out the "Hanazin Warrior Academy Stuff" post. The link is on this page somewhere, but I'm too scatterbrained at the moment to look *LOL*

Oliver

[Oliver904]

I really had to try my best to fit in time to write, but I managed to get it all done in one sitting. Hope the story doesn't suffer because of my time constraints, and I just wanted to say a quick thank you to all of you who have stuck with me from part one all the way to here so far. This truly is for you all who continue to be so involved in the story. Hopefully I'll rarely disappoint, but forgive me if I do.

Anyways, enjoy. Happy New Year!!!

Oliver





Part 33

Toby took a seat next to Kyle on one of the many bleachers of the stadium, Neil and Bryce a row underneath, the two of them busy with their post workout make-out session. Neil seemed obsessed with a particular vein throbbing in Bryce?s inflating bicep, his tongue following the sinewy trail towards the network of his roommate?s forearms. Of the four of them, Toby was the only one who wasn?t completely nude, choosing instead to remain in his shredded Karate Gi pants, resting well in his Base Power Level. In fact, all around him it seemed only the professors chose to stay fully dressed in their uniforms. Students piled into the stadium half naked, fully naked, speedo clad, or painted over?Red for Behlmore, Blue for Eumorah. There were cocks erect, cocks dripping, cocks sputtering, and soon, as the stadium filled, cocks blasting. Hard to believe the structure stayed intact. Professors and Prefects worked the aisles and air, cleaning up after each detonation of hot cum that rained down on all the spectators. Toby still wasn?t any good at controlling his lustful emotions and soon his hand was creeping toward his crotch as he felt his dick throbbing against his legs.

It was only made worse by Kyle?s incessant need to practice the new technique they had learned in their Psychic and Natural Energy class. It was all about emotional energy, which when combined with natural energy can increase the power (or in some cases decrease) or manipulate the form of the blast. Toby had given up shortly after he had taken out the back wall of the practice room?which, according to Professor Tyler, who was subbing for the day, was supposed to distribute the energy evenly away. But Toby, having been close to his Advanced Power Level at the time, couldn?t get his energy to work in the precise manner it required. And he couldn?t get the yellow color out of his energy blasts, which basically meant he was operating on the standard nostalgia of a Hanazin teen. Yellow meant happy, blue meant sad. Red meant rage. Green?it was the color of jealousy.

It?s what Kyle was trying to filter out of his energy blasts. He sat next to Toby, his hand down by his heaving eight-pack, a small orb of energy pulsating in his palm. The goal was to create an energy orb that was opalescent in color, an energy orb of no emotion. Hanazins referred to it as White Energy, and it was considered the most powerful of all energy blasts. But Toby doubted Kyle would ever get it right. He was still jealous of Toby?s ability to move into Advanced Power Level. Toby could feel his roommate?s thoughts surging into him as Kyle, now demanding always to Top, pounded his ass ruthlessly into any surface that would take. But Kyle really had nothing to be jealous about. He himself was considered one of Behlmore?s most promising students, and his strength and muscle growth in his Intermediate level was a force to be reckoned with, even surpassing Toby. Though, of course, Toby had another power level to move up into.

Kyle was breathing heavily now, the veins pulsating in his forehead and forearms. But the green just wouldn?t fade, and with his cock rising to meet his pecs, the color merged with another yellow hue. The lubed, dripping pole was alive in vascularity, and within a few seconds, Kyle?s dick exploded into Neil and Bryce, covering them in his warm, white goo.

?FUCK!? Kyle spat. ?FUCK FUCK FUUUUUUCK!?

As Kyle continued spraying, Toby knew it wasn?t ecstasy flowing through the boy at the moment, as the orb went from green and yellow to a deep blood red.

?FUCK!? Kyle repeated. His cock finally halted in a few short sputters before a Prefect came with a raised glowing hand to clean it up. Kyle?s red orb faded with his dissipating mass of man juice. Toby didn?t say a word. He knew it would only make things worse.

Thankfully, Professor Kenner was already levitating in the center of the combat arena and the hum of activity slowly settled as he raised his two massive hands.

?Welcome all!? His voice echoed around the stadium in an enormous bellow. Toby wondered if it was some sort of strange manipulation technique. ?Welcome to the first match of the school year.? The stadium erupted in simultaneous applause, banners of red and blue flying in all corners. ?Behlmore House, House of the Bull, v.s. Eumorah House, House of the Falcon.? More applause. ?Teams, take the stage!?

As even more applause filled the air, blurs of red and blue zoomed out from tunnels down by the arena floor, one left, the other right. Soon, as the blurs came to a stop, Toby could make out the members of Behlmore?s Varsity Tournament Team. Jamie was fully pumped in his Rookie Power Level, his red speedo tight against his rippled ass, Toby?s Hanazin eyes unable to stray from the bit of crack peeking out from the waistband. The racer style short was emblazoned with the number 1 on the front right side, and a smaller letter ?C? on the left. He was the only one of the nine who wore matching elbow braces, and the only one whose hands and feet were bare of any leather guards.

Next to him, Nate was adjusting the braces on his feet, and seemed his body was still adjusting to a quick, pre-game workout, his muscles throbbing with veins running thick over his skin. The Fosters were play sparring, smacking fists against each other?s chests and abs, causing each in turn to adapt and toughen. Emmit stood with Spencer, the two of them appearing nervous, though still. Behind Spencer stood the Von Keltons, Mike, Jack, and Eric, their brother Ryan, the only member of the family who WASN?T a Behlmore, cheering them on from the Dragahna section close by. And it seemed for the most part that the rest of the Dragahnas were with him in their support for Behlmore, their red banners testament to that. Ferunah seconded that, with Tyserren teamed in the ranks with all the Eumorahs.

On the other side of the arena, Cameron Shea and the rest of the Eumorah Varsity Combat Team were huddled together, most likely aware that their whispers may be picked up by the Hanazin ears of their competitors. Toby had read up on all the teams prior to the game, especially Eumorah. Cameron had put together a team of seasoned fighters, and he himself was rumored to be much more powerful than he?d ever been. Next to him stood number 8, the one they called Colossus. He was in his fourth year. His real name was Matt Ericson, but the nickname fit him well. He was bigger than any of the Rookie Level Behlmores and twice as ripped. His furry forearms were an expose of vascularity like Toby had never seen, impressive for even this world. Brown haired and with one of those low hairline types of brows, he was a spectacle of a young Hanazin, being as he was mostly pecs and arms. If it wasn?t for his very high psychic energy stats, as Toby had read, he?d probably make an outstanding Behlmore.

Number 3, Connor Ruskin, a third year, stood across from Ericson, his straight honey-brown hair covered partially by a blue trucker style cap. Who knows why he was wearing it, but it matched his speedo well. And for some reason, it turned Toby on, especially having read all about the boy. Ruskin was a wild fighter, specializing in aerial attacks, oftentimes juggling his opponents with two whole minutes of supersonic fist strikes and roundhouse kicks. It was rumored he?d learned it all from his brother Edwin, who now serves as a Constable Lieutenant.

Number 2 broke from the huddle first. Jan Jaroslav was his name and he was a transfer student from one of the other Hanazin academies. A second year. Born in the Czech Republic, from what Toby had read. The boy?s ice-blue eyes stood like a beacon against the black of his hair, and matched perfectly with his Eumorah colors. In his Base Level he looked more like an Abercrombie and Fitch model than a Hanazin, but it was a rather deceptive form. In his Rookie Power Level, Jan had often been pictured with a physique mirroring a young Lee Priest. And being a Eumorah, Toby was sure Jan had some psychic energy surprises kept in reserve. He would be lined up against Nate on the Behlmore side. Toby looked forward to the match.

Numbers 4 and 5 were brothers. Alexie and Yassen Baronov, Yassen being the older, a sixth year. His brother was only in his second year, but already he?d made a name for himself. Both had brown hair, except Yassen?s had been highlighted at the tips, a feux-hawk styling to it all. His brother was more simple. Long curls stopped just above his shoulders, his eyes more hazel than his brothers brown. Alexie was truly the better looker, his tanned skin smooth like silk, his body like a buffed up skateboarder?s, as opposed to his older brother?s stripper like physique. Seriously, Toby was surprised at how much he could see the boy working a pole.

Vincent Garcia was another of the second years on the team and by far the smallest among them. Truly, his size WASN?T deceptive, but his power was. He had specifically been placed on the team because of his unbelievable Rookie level energy stats, his psychic level measuring 45k. It was too bad that he couldn?t move into Advanced though, as his Intermediate wasn?t much of an improvement. He was a cute, sprite-like type of Hanazin, his body ripped and lean in all the right places. Not unlike his cousin Cole Garcia, number 9. Cole, tall, dark, and handsome, was the type of guy that made the others want to throw up, he was so good looking. He looked like he?d been cast right out of some WB t.v. show, though Toby had seen pictures of the fourth year in his Advanced Power Level, and WB superstar he was not. From Intermediate to Advanced, it was like watching Edward Norton go from human to Hulk.

All that was left was number 6, an eighth year. Toby was getting sick of all the beautiful blonds at this school, and Number 6, Roman Caspian, older brother to Rob Caspian (a Dragahna), was nothing short of stunning. In fact, in the sunshine he appeared to almost shimmer, his body fuzz translucent over his soccer player like physique. His hair would be curly if it wasn?t cut short, as Toby had seen in the photos from last year. He was matched up with Eric Von Kelton and it would seem Roman would have the advantage simply on years. But Eric had been matched up with eighth years in his fourth year and had come out of three of four matches victorious.

Professor Kenner moved to stand between the approaching Jamie and Cameron, the other members of their teams moving to the sidelines as the first match was set to begin. The sun shined down on the professor?s bald head, his bare torso like a bodybuilder turned inside out, he was so vascular.

?Match number one!? the professor bellowed. ?Godlington of Behlmore versus Shea of Eumorah.? He looked at each in turn, saying something, but even with his Hanazin ears, Toby couldn?t make it out over the new round of cheering from the stands.

?GO JAMIE!? Toby heard Bryce scream. ?KICK HIS ASS!?

The professor?s hand went up, and the next second, swiftly came down. ?BEGIN!?

Cameron moved first, his hand shooting out so fast that Jamie couldn?t have possibly been prepared for it. Now Jamie was stuck in a psychic hold, and try as he might, he couldn?t break free. His muscles strained, inflating as his veins pumped to the surface, but Cameron had him caught in a massive field of energy. Toby was sure every person in the stadium could feel it.

Still trying to break free, Jamie had lost control over his cock, and the sudden increase in power had caused his shaft to go fully erect, where it stood bobbing and throbbing before blasting over Cameron and rattling the entire stadium. The shockwave released from Jamie was massive, but the force field the professors put up kept it at bay for the most part, though some like Toby were close to creaming their neighbor?s backs. As for Cameron, he took it in stride, his face stoic and his arm still stretched effortlessly before him. The Behlmores in the stands, along with the Ferunahs and Dragahnas, all began booing and hissing, but before long, Cameron was lying flat on his face, a crater forming around him just before the earth blasted up like a bomb. Somehow Jamie had swifly created a double of himself for Cameron to capture, all the while using his energy to keep himself invisible.

The same trick wouldn?t work twice. Not on a seasoned Hanazin. Which is why Cameron hadn?t really fallen for it, and his double was actually the one lying in the earthen crater. The real one was quick to respond to Jamie?s trickery, slamming a knee into the Behlmore?s ripped eight-pack, just before appearing behind him for a swift fist strike. Jamie saw the boy?s fist coming and dodged, grabbing Cameron?s arm and hurling him towards the force field, where he landed with a colossal reverberation of undulating waves that couldn?t be contained completely once more. This time, Hanazin spectator after Hanazin spectator blasted their loads, adding to jobs of the Professors and Prefects trying to hold the place steady.

As Cameron recovered, Jamie?s double moved on top of the Eumorah, but was immediately batted away by Cameron?s own double and quickly disposed of with a red energy blast that raced across the stadium to strike the force field, only to split moments later into strings of yellow energy to come back for the real Jamie. Jamie, for his part, had moved into his Intermediate Power Level, and with his new bit of speed and strength, with still transforming quads and calves, kicked Cameron?s double towards the real one, striking the Eumorah squarely in the chest, the two of them rocketing backwards, tearing up the terrain.

Jamie looked amazing in his Intermediate Power Level, his muscles still pulsating and vibrating violently in their quick transformation. His already huge Rookie form paled in comparison to his new roided bodybuilder physique. But Cameron wasn?t going to be defeated so easily, and he stood up bellowing, his energy surging from his body in a growing blue aura, exterminating his own double from existence as it increased in scope. Jamie zoomed back, levitating far enough away to only take the residual energy into himself, which only made him stronger like it would any Hanazin. His cock ripped through his speedo, his nutsack heaving before he let his load join the already fountain surge of Cameron?s stream.

But the ecstasy was short lived. Cameron had jumped straight to Advanced. His body had morphed to a size comparable to the Behlmore?s, his muscles massive, lean, and constantly being supplied with power from an ever increasing, pulsing network of veins. And now, the Eumorah?s psychic energy levels were dangerously high.

Jamie rushed forward, but Cameron rushed back. Jamie bobbed right, and so did Cameron. Jamie dived, and Cameron was there to meet him. Then, suddenly frustrated, Jamie unleashed a barrage and blur of fist and spinning elbow strikes, knee kicks and roundhouse kicks, his high level of strength moving the very air pressure, but Cameron had dodged it all, as if he had read Jamie?s thoughts. And soon Toby realized, he had. Cameron was in Jamie?s head.

Toby watched in amazement as Cameron then stood completely still, using his psychic energy to create a mobile shield from his natural energy to block any of Jamie?s attacks, injuring the Behlmore little by little, wearing him down. Cameron took the opportunity to move into his Hyper Power Level, sending Jamie away in an almost teleporting motion?one second he was in front of the Eumorah, the next, slammed hard into the force field. And though Jamie came up stronger, Cameron was now ready to unleash the speed he was so recently being hailed for. Despite his roided Hulk-like torso, he moved in a strange time code, defying the laws of science and pummeling the Behlmore with unseen precision strikes. Jamie just doubled-over, bounced around, and tumbled to and fro and was quickly met with the warm cream of Cameron?s detonating piece, which blasted the Behlmore far across the stadium and into the force field.

The Eumorahs erupted in applause, the Tyserrens joining in. But Jamie was up in a matter of milliseconds, and as Cameron moved in for another round of beating, he was sent away by the Behlmore?s Hyper Level aura. Jamie roared and the stadium quaked, the boy?s 22-inch cock thick and discharging a powerful rainstorm of cum. His aura created a massive force field of its own, pinning Cameron against the opposing force field made by the professors. Now Jamie?s body had grown to monstrous proportions, his physique larger than any of the professors. His back was like a blanket of ripped muscle, his arms as thick as tree trunks, ivy veins climbing towards his striated, pulsating pecs moving up towards his collarbone to join those at his thick neck. His ass was a frightening display of glutes created fiber by fiber and each step he took towards Cameron sent earth blasting eight feet upward. Jamie?s hair was slowly turning white as he reached the upper levels of his Hyper form. He wasn?t fooling around anymore, Toby knew.

Cameron finally broke free from Jamie?s aura, but the Behlmore?s natural force field kept any of his lightning fast, unseen attacks from landing. But Cameron wasn?t going to give up, and fought using his superior psychic energy. He created a funnel of energy to encapsulate Jamie?s force field, veins crawling across his forehead as he increased the power. Now HIS hair was turning white, his eyes blazing in the same glow, his muscles inflating to even MORE massive proportions, and his cock letting loose, blasting an immediate evaporating flow of cum. There were gasps from the crowd as the energy piled on the unseen Jamie, Cameron bellowing, increasing the pressure by the second and adding a second wave of energy that encircled the original blue in a mix of yellows and reds.

Now the stadium seemed ready to come to pieces, quaking violently, blurring Toby?s line of vision, but the professors told the frightened, yet ecstasy filled students not to worry.

The next second, the stadium exploded with a shrill screeching that pained every Hanazin ear. Toby opened his eyes just in time to see Jamie send Cameron?s energy back upon the Eumorah and simultaneously created a Hyper Level double to offer the follow up. Cameron?s speed was at a level high enough to easily move out of the way, but he hadn?t seen the Behlmore?s double. And one strike from Jamie?s double was enough to send the Eumorah hurdling towards the ground. Cameron hit the earth with a force that almost leveled one side of the stadium, the impact sending turf fifty miles in every direction, held back only by the ever struggling force field of the professors. In the end, Cameron lay unmoving, but alive.

The stadium exploded with cheering and applause, red banners flying, flying Hanazins sending them even higher.

Jamie emerged from the blast a true masterpiece of muscularity. Nine feet tall and with a body mimicking the best morped photographs of the best pro-bodybuilders, Jamie had reached a status that seemed to Toby almost God like. His abs were still busy recreating each square of a new ten-pack, and the veins in his heaving sack seemed to move up towards his lower abs like a river breaking free of its dam. And even with white hair, glowing eyes, and a powerful aura emanating from every part of his superhuman form, Jamie?s dimpled smile was the one thing that drove everyone crazy.

Toby?s shorts long shredded, lay at his feet. His body was basking in the combined energies of the Hanazins in the stadium, and he needn?t even touch his shaft. He just leaned back and let his cock blast his warm man juice in unison with those around him. He was REALLY looking forward to the following matches now.

[Oliver904]

Hey guys, sorry I haven't been able to write much...or more so, I haven't been much in the mood with school and all eating up my time. Damn education! LOL

But check out what I made in the "Hanazin Stuff" section linked below. I made a stick figure fight scene. I know, it may seem kinda dumb, but it's sorta the base for what I want to do when I learn to draw and program sprites. Anyway, I had a lot of fun with it, so I hope you enjoy it too. I originally posted as a private vid on YouTube before I figured out that nobody else could view it LOL, so I uploaded it to a file sharing website, so the link will be there for you to download now.



http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=10915



Oliver

[funboy]

Absolutely love this story. Have followed it from the beginning. Your "stickman" vid is excellent!

[Oliver904]

Part 34

It didn’t take long for Sean to master the new technique his father had shown him. Shortly after Rome had been erased, the Hanazin Constables flooded the wasteland with teams of their best, trying to reconstruct what had been destroyed. But nothing was left for them. The only thing to meet them was Sean, his father off surveilling the scene, again testing his son’s strength and will. And Sean didn’t disappoint.

He had practiced at the tree, their meeting point, for an hour, first in Hyper Power Level, then Advanced, Intermediate, and finally Rookie. Sean just didn’t have the Base power to pull it off, but being able to perform the technique in his Rookie level gave him plenty of room to move up. If he needed it.

Sean arrived back in Rome, not bothering to silence the sonic boom behind him. He wanted them to see him, to notice him. His mouth twisted upward into a smile as he caught sight of the panicked hanazins around him, futilely trying to rebuild a devastated wasteland with their power alone.

But the constables were no longer passive in their viewpoint of the situation. Three teams of four rushed Sean instantly, keeping to their Intermediate forms for the time being.

Sean could feel their energy flowing towards him, their bodies moving at mach speeds, but his eyes seeing it all in a strange, slow time code. It was like Sean was controlling the very time around him. Was it possible? Had his power grown to such a degree?

In his Rookie level, Sean’s massive power seemed barely able to remain contained. His vascular network covered his muscles in an awe inspiring mesh of pulsating cords, and Sean could feel the very power seeping from every pore of his body. Even as the twelve constables zoomed forward in his direction, Sean watched his cock engorge and lengthen, the skin covering itself in its own lube, a river of veins streaming over the surface, moving to meet his bush and climbing his shuddering, collapsing, and reshaping lower abdominals.

“Fuck yeah,” Sean muttered to himself. The power had taken control as it always did, and now he didn’t care for what surrounded him. Be it hanazin, human, mountain or sea, Sean would destroy it. Obliterate it just like his father.

Sean looked up, his eyes meeting the constables still trudging through the seemingly viscous air. They were hanazin men of great control, their cocks neither protruding nor hardened. In their lycra power suits they were masterpieces in their own right, muscles like fine stone sculptures under the black fabric, pulsing veins protruding like they were the very seams holding it all together. It would be a shame to see them go. But they would become a part of Sean, a part of his power...and ultimately a part of his father as well.

It happened in less than a milliseconds’ time, Sean threw his arms out to his sides, more thick vessels exploding to the surface as his biceps flexed and his forearms drew taught. Even the network by his forehead grew thicker, as his blood and power flowed through his brain, accessing his psychic energy.

Sean was unable to keep the roar building inside of him from leaving his throat. The sound seemed to shake the very earth as it combined with the release of his father’s technique. A white energy blasted outward in a 80 mile radius. It surpassed even his father. And unlike his father’s, Sean’s form of the technique didn’t spiral right away. It blasted outward with a speed faster than the very light that illuminated it, and everything around Sean froze. Perhaps even the very existence of the earth could not take his power. The constables never saw it coming. Not the ones close, and not the ones far.

Sean’s cock detonated, his warm cum raining over the scene in a torrential downpour as thunder boomed and lightning crossed the white, washed out sky. Time resumed and Sean’s power began to spin in a violent rotation, growing still. It spun not just on its side, but upward, diagonally, like it was rotating on some out of control axis. Soon the spinning grew to blinding speeds, shaping into a sphere. It was creating its own air current, bending the scene all around Sean. He watched as constable after constable dissipated into nothing, their energy coloring the white sphere yellow and red. It only made him crave it more, his fat cock still blasting and throbbing by his vibrating pecs, muscle fiber folding over each layer second by second, threatening to push his veins right through his hanazin skin. His back spread out to five feet, his height moving to seven, his bones stretching, his muscles ballooning. Now the wind was reaching hurricane force, and Sean’s power was creating its own weather system. Tornados spun off from the sphere, and soon the rest of the Italian peninsula would be ravaged along with Rome. Send more! Send more of them! Sean’s mind screamed. SEND MORE!

“FUUUUUUCCCK!” Sean roared and a second stream of his hot man cream joined the already blasting flow. The energy was returning into him now, and Sean could feel his own power growing as constable after constable became a part of him. It was like Sean was having his best hanazin orgasm over and over again, and as the twelve constables’ energies flowed into him, as the twenty others, the fifty others, Sean basked in it all.

The white sphere flattened and returned to its sidewinding shape, before finally every bit of the white light streaked back to its master. The sudden influx of power was too much for Sean to contain, and he roared once again, his voice dropping two octaves, the booming shockwave jouncing the earth beneath him. He clasped his fingers behind his head, his cock still bursting his warm cum like Old Faithful, becoming the rain that would shower over the wasteland. His bones were extending with his still expanding, shuddering muscles, pushing his height to ten-and-a-half feet, creating a giant even among Hanazins. Sean’s lats became an impenetrable wall of hardened, lean muscle, his traps climbing his thickening, widening neck, complementing well the crawling veins that started at his collar and flowed over his incredible, striated pecs. His Rookie form was now a Hyper Power form in its appearance and its power.

More constables showed up, but suddenly Sean didn’t want to simply absorb their power. He wanted to test his own.

They were speaking now, but Sean caught very little of it. His mind remained reveling in his power. Sean again smiled at the surrounding constables. There were 15 altogether. Surely they were now afraid to send any more than that. They had figured it out. But why even try? Was it some foolish sense of duty?

The question only made Sean crazier. He was super pumped, and super horny all at the same time. He wanted to destroy them and fuck them. He wanted to ram his massive, slick pole into the tight confines of their asses and pump their backsides until their superhuman bodies disintegrated by his own growing power.

Just for fun, Sean made the first move. Faster than anything the universe could ever create, Sean was in front of the first constable. Hyper Power Level. The black hanazin was pumped like a super roided bodybuilding monster, his huge fro an even bigger turn on to Sean’s screaming libido. He was cool, sexy, powerful.

He was dead.

None of the constables had even seen Sean move. They only saw their comrade explode in a gory display. But in that time, Sean had sucked and fucked to his heart’s content. He was moving too fast for even the laws of science and logic and had reappeared with a sudden detonation of his cock. His sack heaved as it pumped more of his jizz out into the atmosphere and the constables were sent flailing away.

But their disbelief of seeing an indestructible being self-destructing was short lived. Sean moved onto his next targets. He didn’t use any bit of psychic energy. This was true, physical ass-fucking. The straggling constables were watching five of their comrades being pounded by a seemingly invisible force. They saw their Advanced Power Levels unable to prevent the move into Hyper Power Level and watched as their ball sacks swelled and their cocks erupted.

Again Sean reappeared blasting, his Rookie form still growing as the five sexually spent hanazin constables exploded like the first.

Now with a good look at Sean, the remaining nine constables gazed in utter fear. Sean towered over them, even as they transformed into their 8ft Hyper Power Levels. They all looked like morphed visuals of champion pro-bodybuilders. Their legs were like massive tree trunks, and their veins pushed upward through the lycra of their power suits as if needing to be free. Now all self control was lost, and dick after constable dick detonated in a rainstorm of hot jizz. Sean’s power kept it all at bay, and suddenly he almost found it all ridiculous and laughable. He, himself, was still in his Rookie Power Level, and yet he could destroy each and every one of them with a simple prick of his finger. This was a power that should not be meant for anyone. It should be forbidden. But it was all his.

The laughter started in Sean as only a small tremor, but it grew to an almost maniacal level as he prepared his next move. He wouldn’t stay in his Rookie form. He wanted to test his true power. Sean was ready to let it all out in his Hyper Power Level.

The first of the constables made his move, but Sean only had to glance at him to rip the hanazin asunder, top to bottom. The second used a technique Sean had never seen. The black mass of the constable’s shadow rushed forward in the man’s stead, carrying every bit of the hanazin’s Hyper Level power. Sean let each and every one of the shadow’s blows make contact, his face and torso, back and legs all pummeled by its incredible speed. But Sean felt none of it, not a thing, even as two more constables rushed in with their own strikes.

They all fell back, and Sean continued laughing deep in his throat. Together, the constables sent waves of their energy in white blasts of power simultaneously at Sean. But Sean held it all back with his psychic energy, veins collecting over his forehead before subsiding as he dropped the flow of power.

It was time. Time to end it. Time to destroy.

Sean glared down at his hands. The power was radiating from them, the vessels of his forearms pulsating, appearing and reappearing over the skin. The power! The FUCKING POWER! Sean again couldn’t help but laugh. But the laughter turned to grunting as he let his power slowly flow out of him.

The constables attacked again, but their punches, kicks, and energy blasts were held easily at bay by Sean’s psychic energy. These masterpieces of muscle, these gods among men, these massive superhumans, could not penetrate Sean’s defenses. Each and every one of them were covered with a network of palpitating, throbbing veins, their arms corded as if snakes were strangling the lean, ripped muscle fiber beneath. And with Rome already destroyed, the constables were not holding back.

But it was all for naught. Sean was moving into his Intermediate Power Level now, and it was enough of a power surge for Sean to completely lose it. No more games. No more toying with these pions. Sean went straight to Hyper.

Again time seemed to slow, as if even IT was in Sean’s complete control. His roar silenced sound itself, and his power seemed too much for the earth to contain. The Hyper Level constables were gone without even a thought from Sean. He was relishing his power, feeling his height shooting upward to 14 feet, his back widening to 6, and his cock growing fatter and ready to blow. And when it did, Sean’s power moved out upon the earth like the hand of God, a white wall of energy from the ground to the sky that would surely erase anything it touched from existence.

He was ready. His father would be proud. Now, it was time.


***

Once the weekend had rolled around, Aiden and his fellow Academy mates had thought to take their free time in the Human Realm. It had been a sort of “Hanazin Binge” and they were all presently in the middle of a psychic suck and fuck human orgy.

Aiden grabbed onto Ryan’s massive tool next to him, feeling the slimy shaft almost roll beneath his fingers. He tipped his chin towards one of their human worshippers and increased the psychic pressure on the blond’s asshole. The boy gave a loud, drawn out moan in response before he was pinned against the wall by Justin Ferrel’s (a Ferunah) own psychic energy. And Justin didn’t mess around. He made sure the boy got a mouthful of psychic cock before his own detonated and sent his hanazin load all over the empty warehouse floor, already slicked with the jizz of all their worshippers. The bulbs that had no electrical source (seeing as the place was abandoned) lit up brightly before popping and shattering, shards raining down with the white. The foundation shifted and Justin’s muscles adjusted to the power. As his smooth, almost hairless body grew leaner and tighter, as his bones stretched and his abs carved out a new eight pack, the worshippers came over and over, painfully expelling what their sacks could futilely provide.

Dexter Cohen and Owen Benson (Both Tyserrens) lost it at that moment as well, adding to the quakes, the muscle growth, the moans, and the hot, creamy rainstorm of man fluid. Their Tyserren speed was unbelievable when it came to jacking-off and Aiden was soon the beneficiary of Dexter’s talent. Dexter had gripped Aiden’s cock and wasted not a millisecond in getting his fellow Hanazin off. The pleasure was off the charts and Aiden couldn’t help but want to eat the boy’s face. Their lips worked over each other’s in a ravenous pattern until Aiden’s cock exploded.

Aiden’s body glowed with a yellow energy, his stream blasting clear across the room, the force sending two worshippers careening before they were pinned against the wall. The warehouse was ready to fall to pieces and Aiden had to pull back a bit as he knew the others were as well.

Owen jumped up at light speed and rammed his meaty pecs into the closest worshipper, their bodies still slick with cum. But Owen nor the worshipper cared.

“Eat me,” Owen muttered. “Eat that shit!”

“Not too hard,” Ryan moaned through gritted teeth. He was still having his gun cleaned by Aiden’s magic hands. “Your worshipper, I mean, Owen. If he bites too hard, he’s liable to lose some teeth.”

Justin laughed, his cock sputtering its last bits of cum, a stream still running down the shaft and pooling at his crack. “Had that happen once last year.”

Owen’s feet were leaving the floor now, the worshipper’s with him, and soon Owen had the boy in a sort of headlock, licking his ear and rubbing the human’s cum slicked abs. “You like that shit?” Owen smiled, almost mischievously. “What was that you called us earlier? Fags?” He laughed, the other Hanazins did too. “And yet you LOVE this shit, don’t you.”

Owen released the boy and left him levitating in the air being fucked and sucked by his psychic energy. Owen came back down and slapped another of the worshippers on his ass, sending him flying into Ryan. That was all it took and Ryan’s cock erupted, sending the worshipper back across the room.

Again the warehouse shook, the foundation shifted, and Ryan’s muscles ballooned to new massive proportions.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” Aiden said, gripping his friend’s still changing muscles. He felt the fibers moving under his fingers, building Ryan’s pecs. He felt Ryan’s abs shuddering, collapsing, and hardening.

“Look at them.” Justin nudged his chin towards the worshippers who were still being invisibly rammed up their asses and mouths. Their bodies were soaked and dripping in white man juice. “Man, I can’t remember when I was so weak.”

“Well, they were all from the local football team,” Ryan said, his head still leaning back as his final transformations completed. “They looked pretty full and buff to me.”

“You know what I mean,” Justin said. “We’re like gods to them. We could destroy them with our pinky fingers and yet we pleasure them, make them better, stronger.”

“Or just like us,” Aiden said, rubbing his new eight pack. He psychically pulled a worshipper to him and let the boy go to work. The boy started at his still vibrating and reshaping pecs, then worked his tongue over Aiden’s nipples, before running it down the peaks and valleys of his abs. Aiden’s tip brushed the boy’s ear and Aiden knew then the boy wanted that massive piece deep inside him. “That Archer kid. They say he made Toby Paul and that new kid into what they are.”

“Don’t know much about the new kid, but that Behlmore fucker’s got some real power,” Dexter said. “Trust me. My ass is still sore.”

The worshipper managed to slip Aiden’s piece into his ass and slid down as far as his hole would allow. The boy, who really did have a nice footballer body, accompanied his riding with loud grunts and moans. But Aiden grew distracted by Owen, who was across the room using his power to reconstruct a busted t.v., its pieces flowing up from the ground and piecing the shitty CRT back together.

“Dude, what are you doing?” Aiden asked. “When I blow, I’m just going to fuck that shit up anyways.”

“Then don’t blow yet,” Owen said. “I wanna watch some t.v.” He placed his hand on the old wood paneling of the frame, and though the plug found no outlet, the screen lit up. Black and white. The reception wasn’t bad though.

“Fucking super human powers to play with and he wants to watch t.v.,” Aiden murmured.

“IT’S GONE, MARIA.”

The panicked words came out of the t.v. and almost instantly, the four Hanazins dropped their energy from the worshippers, who fell painfully onto the ground.

“Sorry,” Justin said. “You’ll thank us in a week or so though when your cocks swell to the size of a salami.”

“Shhh!” Owen turned back to the t.v., pointing for the others to listen up.

“ALL OF THE ITALIAN PENINSULA HAS SUFFERED DAMAGE. SOUTHERN FRANCE, SLOVENIA, AUSTRIA, HUNGARY, PARTS OF NORTHERN GREECE. IT’S ALL GONE. FLOODED OR JUST...JUST NOT THERE!”

“Holy shit,” Aiden said breathless. “Holy shit. It’s him, isn’t it. Archer. That fucking first year. How the fuck...”

Ryan stood slowly, but was in front of the screen in a second. “I guess there are gods even among hanazins.”




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I saw this proportion thing and thought it was a good visual for Sean in comparison to the constables...

http://www.bigjesse.uni.cc/proportio...bmit=Calculate