Bane and Nightwing

[jiggyborg]

So I couldn't sleep one and ended up staring at my art collection like I normally. I spent alot of time looking at the Bane\Nightwing pic by Iceman and started writing. What follows is probably the crappiest story ever posted to these forums (and maybe the shortest). I know this the Continous Growth Stories section, but I would like to see someone else's take on the initial story. Personally, I feel it lacks in detail in the growth and the sex.

Thanks and have fun!!
jiggyborg

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Untitled (as of now) Story

It is classic knowledge, keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Nothing has ever been so true. The batsignal lit up the night sky but tonight, Nightwing's attention was focused elsewhere. Hidden in city skyline, on the roof of some financial building, lay Bane and Nightwing, eagerly sucking on the South American's monster. Under Bane's mask, a smile formed, his experiment was about to enter the final stage.

Bane, as always, had the superhuman venom pumping through his veins, even during sex. Of course it increased his height and muscle mass, but unexpectedly his penis also grew in girth. This made it difficult for anyone to fully enjoy the chemical giant. But he noticed something during one sexual romp. His had consumed some his siliva while locked in a passionate kiss. Bane's mate started to grow. His pectorals swelled as his growing lats pushed his bulging arms outward. The transformation was short-lived, but Bane saw all of this, and set out to create a new venom. A venom that not only produced stronger, more permanent results, but one whose full potential could be transfered by body fluids. Bane had already succeded in the frist goal. The he could use less of the new venom, he gained more mass and strength than the using large amounts of the old formula. Tonight, he would test the second goal.

"How are you little one," Bane softly growled

Nightwing gave no response. He was too busy with Bane's monster. Bane arched his back, putting his magnificent size into full view. His granite pecs flexed hard as he shot his last load into in Nightwing's mouth and all over his defined chest. Nightwing instinctivly began to lick the cum off his body. He finally collapsed on the cold roof in pure ecstacy. Bane stared at him in anticipation. It was working.

Veins snaked their way over every bit of the crimefighter's cut body, pumping blood enfused with the new venom into every muscle. Nightwing came to just in time to see the start of his transformation. His body grew in all directions. He propped himself up on elbows to only briefly catch a eight pack take shape as pectorals swelled into a massive shelf of imaginable muscle. He brought his hand up growing chest. The smallest movement of his arm caused his already tight top to fall to the ground as his tricep bulged and bicep became the sixe of a beachball covered in veins. His growing forearms and hands made short work of his gloves. Enjoyed the new heaviness of his pecs and was surprised to find that even his beastly hands sunk deep in the crevice between his pecs. His lats and back widened like a sail full of wind as the heads of his shoulders swelled to the size of large mellons. He followed the network of veins down his body. A perfect set of bulging abdominals. His obliques, incredibly defined,led down to his shapely waist. His once athletic legs had morphed in tree trunks. The corded muscles of his thighs were clearly appearant under his paper thin skin. His boots had long been destroyed by his gargantuan calves and feet. His penis resembled Bane's member more and more with every passing minute. Veins meandered down thick third leg leg, waiting to pump it full of new blood.

"Stand like a man," Bane commanded.

Nightwing mindlessly obeyed. Bane stood at a venom induced eight feet, Nightwing a few inches shorter. Unlike his beastly companion, Nightwing had the body of a herculean martial artists. Years of hard training had reduced his bodyfat to almost nothing. Everyone of his new muscles stood in bold relief. Every striation and muscle fiber was clearly visible through his wet, glowing skin.
"What have you done to me?" Nightwing asked.
"I have turned you in a god, my personal sextoy." Bane whispered softly
Bane was mesmerized by his new creation and, out of character, reached to hardend bricks that were Nightwings abs. In a flash, Bane found himself being penetrated by the monster cock of the crimefighter and held in the air. Nightwing's speed and agility had also increased, he had become a superhuman, a god. Nightwing's mask couldn't hide the raw power he was about to release.
Bane grabbed Nightwing's ever pumped shoulders. His moans were a chorus of pain and pleasure.

"You got what you wanted, this is what I WANTED!!" Nightwing's voice tore
through the air. As Bane slid down his titanic rod, he licked each of the once dominate criminal's bolder-like abs. He could feel him quiver as his tongue played in the space between each brick. Bane reveled in the feeling of Nightwing's massive arms further down and ever closer to the newly created man god.
"How...How are you...I want more!! Give me MORE!!" Bane panted. Their bodies were now in sync. Every inhale from one was responded by an exhale by the other. Nightwing remained slient as a ninja, continuing to move deeper and deeper into Bane. He saw it was getting lighter, he needed to end this soon. Bane nuzzled his ear, "Don't stop."

Nightwing locked with Bane, their tongues played for what seemed like hours. Bane could take being pleasured from two places no more. He collapsed all over Nightwing in a lustful haze, his head resting on the massive traps fo Nightwing. Nightwing released from from his colossal grip and and slide off him in a heap. He stroked Bane's mammoth dick just to see it get hard once again. Nightwing made his way back home through the remaining shadows.

Once home, he started training, as he did religiously everyday. He stopped midway through his workout and and felt his mammoth pecs. They were growing again, he thought back to his parting kiss. He was getting hard again.

"I can't wait till nightfall," he laughed to himself.

[muscl4life]

Well this is really a great start - the picture is hot and gives a world of possibilities - Maybe I'll give it a try - gotta study more of Bane's background.

Take care

Bruno

[sexiscriptor]

Jiggy:
Dude. You made me cum. A lot. Give us more, please.
PLEASE

[sexiscriptor]

aaaaah, double post.
Anyway, so yes. S'more. Please. Sir. Want.

[jiggyborg]

Originally Posted by sexiscriptor

Jiggy:
Dude. You made me cum. A lot. Give us more, please.
PLEASE

Thinking about it. Thanks for the encouragement. Since both onice and muscle.y-hosting.net came back online, I've been...preocupied. *that's a good word for it* Wish I had a body like B.D.'s Link or any other of his Capcom recreations.

[jiggyborg]

It's shorter than I would've liked but I was completely stumped for ideas. I was trying to add a little humor, I hoped it works. As always, add something if you want.

jiggyborg



"100...200...300...400...500" Nightwing slowly performed each pushup
flawlessly, the last of his growth was coming to an end. He paused at the top
of the movement. Staring into, the mirror, he watched in awe as muscles bulged
and pumped themselves bigger. More veins rose to the surface as muscle fibers
became denser and striated. A Soft cocky, almost evil laugh escapped his lips
as he finished his set of pushups.

"1000 easy!!" Nightwing removed his mask and grabbed phone.
Dick Grayson needed to talk someone. He dialed before starting a set of crunches.
Hello... How are you? That's good.
How am I? Let's just say it's been an interesting night.
Do you think you could come over? Good...bring the usual.
I think We're going to need a ton more Nomex than usual.
Oh, don't forget the measuring tape.
Ok then, see you soon,
Bye.

"Damn!! I've only done 100. I need to hurry this up." With that,He sped up his
pace. In fifteen minutes he was finished, 1500 crunches. Dick laid on the
floor for a moment. He loved the way the cold, hard floor felt on bare skin.
Something excited him. It was the burn from working out, there was barely any
to begin with. He ran his hand across the rock quarry that was his midsection.
"Ohhh yeah!" He moaned. That was it. The realization that this body really was
his. He continued to explore the lower half of his body. He followed his right
quad down to his knee, squeezing solid rock on his way down. Before futher
examining the new mass that hung between his legs, "I wonder..."

When Dick was just boy in the circus, his mother told him a random fact. Though
random, it always lingered his head.

"Only the best and strongest acrobats can do one arm handstand pushups. Not
even your pa can do one. There was a story of a Russian strongman who would
balance on large ball and raise and lower his massive body for all to see."

"If some hairy Russian weakling can do it, so can I!!" He quickly grabbed a bed
sheet and did his best to fashion a pair of pants out of it. He didn't want
anything throwing off his balance. He scanned the area until he found the
largest medicine ball he owned. He moved out into the open. In one graceful
flip, he planted both hands on the ball. Slowly, He removed one hand and
steadied himself. Confident, he lowered himself...slowly. He pressed up, he
muscles quivering. Rep after rep, his motion became smoother, his drive for
perfection pushing him on. This is what got him hard, pushing his body to it's
limits. Just the thought of last night got him hard again.

"Master Dick?"
"Up here Alfred," replied the giant.

Alfred made his way up from the ground floor. He placed his gear on a table
before noticing Dick. His jaw dropped as watched a familiar face on an
unfamiliar body. Dick was lost in the memory of last night. The pump from his
current exercise affecting his cock as well as his massive arm. Alfred came
closer, half in shock of what he saw. Dick continued, a tent forming in his
rigged pants, until...

"Owww!" Alfred winced as he fell down.
"Al!!" Dick stopped what he was doing and rushed to his side.
"It appears I've been subdued by your big stick young Master."
The bedsheet was strewn on the floor, the safety pins that held it together were
violently destroyed. "Could I use your sink? It appears you have also creamed
my head." Alfred licked his cum covered fingers, sticky from when he rubbed his
head. The two talked as they went to the kitchen sink.

"Where's Bruce?"
"Hong Kong on business for two weeks."
"Good, I'll need the time."
"I'm guessing this was your doing?" Alfred pointed to the front page of the
newspaper. A picture of Bane being airlifted to jail was the morning headline.
"And he did this to me. Think you can help me with a new costume?"
"Of course though you may want to consider new material." Alfred stuck his head
under the faucet. Dick handed him a towel as he finished. "So How strong are
you?"

Dick made his way to his rack of weights. Lifting it in one hand, he began to
knock out curl after curl. The veins that traversed his arm popped with new
blood. With both hands, he pressed the rack over his head repeatedly. Finally,
He performed 20 perfect squats. There wasn't even a drop of sweat on his brow.
The rack fell to the floor with a crash. He walked back to Alfred smiling and
hit a massive single bicep, "That answer your question?" Alfred stood in quiet
shock. He grabbed his tape measure and flung it around the flexed arm, "30
inches!!"

Alfred brought a chair over and started to take the rest of his measurements.
Dick barely caught some of the numbers: 80 inch chest, 40 inch quads. He stood
there, proud of his body. Before he knew it Alfred was finished and heading
towards the car.
"
Don't you want have some fun and see what I can do? I see 'Big Ben' wants to."
He pointed to Alfred's crotch.
Alfred immediately turned red, "It will have to wait for another day. There's a
lot to do if I'm going to get you dressed. Anyway you have other issues to deal
with, like how you're going carry on a normal life with your sudden change." He
rushed into the car and started the engine. "Goodbye Master Grayson."
"Do you always have to be so serious?"

Dick picked up the newspaper, Zucco Family Member Opening Nightclub. The
coffee table disentergrated, splinters flew everywhere as his angry fist drilled
through the center. "I need to relax. Tony's dead." He grabbed a 100 pound plate off the rack and started playing with it. "A 200 pound chain mail shirt could be fun wear, especially if someone were to climb up on it. But who would wanna do that? Barb? Arsenal?

Alfred changed radio presets to the classical station he always listened to.
The roads were pretty clear for midday. "I don't remember my clothes being this
tight." He glanced at his chest, "Oh my!..."

[iceman75]

Great twist! I love where the story is at right now and where it may be going, I hope someone continues Alfred's growth, because I love mature male muscle growth and strength feats in stories.

[jiggyborg]

Well, i have no written continuation but something else I thought you guys might enjoy. I commisioned Iceman to do a scene from the first growth and here it is. Hopefully, I'll have more written by the weekend and as always, this story is open to anyone, so help make it better.

Big thanks goes to Iceman for this.

http://onice.y-hosting.net/muscle_nightwing.html
http://onice.y-hosting.net/
http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/user/iceman

[aiden831]

Can we post continuations of our own?

[jiggyborg]

Originally Posted by aiden831

Can we post continuations of our own?

Of course!!! That's why it's here. I've had some ideas for Alfred's growth and how to bring back Bane into story, I just haven't had the time (school and work). Alfred's growth was starting as he returned to Wayne Manor. I thought his reaction to the growth would be funny, since he's a proper British butler. For Bane, I saw another sex\growth scene. He promises a lowly jail janitor to make huge and muscle bound if he only let Bane free. This would eventually lead to confrontation between Bane and Nightwing. Who these giants get on their sides was undetermine.

Feel free go wild as long as there's erection inducing muscle

[Strmchaserboi]

I was hopeing we would get some major strength feats in the next episode! I am loving it so far!

[jiggyborg]

The forest green was spotless, not a single spec of dirt or watermark to be found on it, almost as if it were washed, better yet, manicured daily. The sound of its powertrain, suspension, even the click that seatbelt made when it was engaged, was music to ears. A sleeping baby would feel at home in this mechanical crib. Alfred treated his car as if he were his manservant, even it the only purpose of it was just to get him from errand to errand The car gracefully made its way along the highway, but the upkeep of his automobile was far from Alfred's most pressing concern.

His mind raced, trying figure out the best plan of action. "i must get back to Wayne Manor. If anyone sees me like this, lord knows what will happen." His body shook as the button on his collar flew off and hit the windshield. His body was growing, he could feel it and scared him. He continued to keep his focus on the task at hand, but that was becoming more difficult with each passing second. As he briefly glanced into he rear view mirror, he caught a glimpse of his ever expanding pectoral. His pressed shirt was giving way to harding slabs of meat. He watched as a fine layer of gray on his chest became thicker, running down the crevices and mounds of pecs into the rolling mounds of muslce that was his ever strengthing muscle belly. His once perfect pressed and starched shirt succombed to the mass inside it. Massive pecs blocked the view of a chisled muscle bell. Thick, rope-like veins were clearly visible, running to each of the eight rock hard bricks. The little sedan swerved onto the off ramp. It lead to the outskirts of Gotham, into the slums where a secret entrance to the bat cave had been built. As he made a turn onto a side street, small tears began show on his sleeves. By the next intersection his sleeve were no more. Large veins drapped his expanding arms, pumping with more blood, and more of Bane's Venom so unknowingly provided by Dick. The slightest twitch of a finger caused his forearms and biceps to bulge and grow. The massive peaks continued to enlarge as Alfred become paniced. His triceps grew to the point where they left permanent dents to the interior of the car. It was hard for him to maintain control of the car. Growing biceps made it near impossible to turn the wheel. His expanding lats made impossible to move period. Alfred tried to reach of the window button, but that was unecessary. A bowling ball sized shoulder broke through the driver-side window. The breeze from the moving vehicle tickled the grey hairs on his massive forearms. "Finally, the last street!!" A weird sensation caught Alfred off guard, almost causing him to crash. His arm briefly slid across his bare legs. They were more like tree trunks. The bark that was his pants had come off like a banana peel miles back, revealing the legs of a monster gym rat. Gargantuan quads led down to tear drop calves the size of rugby balls. His feet tore through his fine Italian loafers, toes curled around the gas pedal.

Sweat poured from his brow as he entered the tunnel back to the bat cave. All the fear and excitement of the previous moments had masked something. Alfred's Big Ben had grown to a mighty 12 inches. Alfred had sworn off relations with anybody so that nothing could keep him from taking care of Bruce when he was a child. All those years of dedication have caught up with up him. He ran across a rough spot on the road. His semi-hard cock lightly brushed against the soft vinyl of the steering wheel and that was enough. Massive load of cum errupted from Alfred. All those years of restraint unleashed upon himself. A white wall of warm liquid covered him, blinding him to the point that he couldn't see. The little green sedan carreened into the wall, but Alfred was unphased. He was too entranced in the taste of his own cum. He licked the his hands and lips clean. He began to massage the warm liquid into his dense muscles. His nimble fingers worked their from his thicker neck and traps to his nipples. Never had he felt such ecstacy. He was hard for him stop, he just kept running his fingers around his plump meaty pecs. "Oh God, that feels marvolous!!! I...I...I must control myself. I have to call Master Grayson!!" Slowly, Alfred regained his composure and analyzed his situation. The sedan lurched and screeched as Alfred removed his newly gained mass from its confines. The remnants of his clothing fell from his body in tattered shreds. "I can't walk around in my birthday suit, nor can I leave my car here like this." A stream of smoke began to billow from the engine bay. He went to the trunk of the car and with nary at thought, plunged his fist into the trunk lid, pulling out an emergency blanket. He wrapped it around his narrow waist, inches below his belly button. He stared at his beloveded wreck. "Might as well give the old SAS try." He streched his arms out, placing each hand in the front and rear wheelwells. He curled the car toward him. With silent determination, he lifted the groaning car up to him and began his walk to the main chamber of the bat cave. The roof of the car gave way when pressed up against his bulging biceps. Even the veins that snaked their way around his body did damage to car. The metal of the wheelwells molded to his steel grip. The threw the heap into the air several times and catching like it were a playground ball before letting come to the ground with ease. "Mother did always say I should've been in the circus." He picked up the phone and dialed:

"Dick?"
"Alfred? What's up? Could I call you back? I'm kinda with somebody at the moment"
"Just answer one question...What or who did you do last night!?!"
"(silence)....."

Meanwhile ate Gotham City Lockup....
"Hey Johnny boy, go clean up, uh, our little party."
John Becons hated being called that. He hated cleaning up the guards sex parties even more. Every so often the guards would have orgies in abandoned parts of the jail and force him to clean up after them. Sometimes they brought their girlfriends, most of the time, they made the inmates service them way into the early morning. He pushed his mop bucket up to the door of the guards' play den. As he fumbled for his keys, he stared at his weak self in the water.

"Hey chico," a voice whispered.
"Who said that?" John replied, startled by the voice.
A masked face appeared behind bars from the shadows of a nearby cell.

[Mad Dog]

I just noticed I hadn't said anything yet. I've read every addition and thoroughly enjoy them!

[Wild]

I've been quietly wishing that this would be continued some more. But I suppose no one else is a mind reader... well, besides John Jones.

[jiggyborg]

to be honest, i had forgotten this story. i had some things planned for it.

so i guess there's no left to do but continue it.