Tank: part 5

[Corwin]

The next morning, Chris woke up to someone pounding on his door. He
moved to get out of bed, his legs sore and throbbing from last night's
workout. He stood, looking at his massive quads and diamond-shaped
calves. His legs pressed against each other and rubbed together when
he walked. There was a massive bulge in his briefs as if someone
stuffed two grapefruits in them. He moved his hand down to his crotch
and scratched his nuts. The banging continued.

"Who the fuck is it?" he screamed as he walked toward the door.

"Tank," a woman's voice called from behind the door. "It's me. Amy.
Can I please come in?" There was a pleading quality to her voice.
The way she said 'please' seemed to be begging.

Chris opened the door.

Amy looked at Chris standing naked except for his briefs. Her eyes
widened, and she seemed to start shaking. "Oh god," she cried. She
jumped at him, wrapping her arms and legs around him, pressing her
body into his and began kissing him. "You're even more than I
remember. More man. More sexy. So strong." She reached her hand
into his briefs. "Ohhh," she cried, "and so big."


Chris took a step back, carrying Amy with him as he closed the door.
"Babe, not that I don't appreciate the attention, but what gives?"
Amy continued to press her body into his, rubbing her hands over his
wide back and kissing his powerful chest.

"God, I need you," she said. "Can't stop thinking about you. All
your muscle. Your strength. The way you fuck me. Oh god, I'm
getting so wet just thinking about it."

Chris smiled, thinking about the tape from the night before. "What
about Joe?" he asked slyly.

Amy released her hold on Chris and frowned a bit. "Ever since the
last time," she said softly, "he can't satisfy me anymore. He tries,
but I can only think about you. His dick is so small, and he's so
weak and..." her eyes move to Chris's cock... "Oh please Tank. Let me
give you a blow job." She unbuttons her jeans and pulls them down.
There's a wet spot on the front where her juices are flowing in
anticipation. She begins to rub it with her one hand as she looks
Chris up and down while licking her lips.

Chris smiles. Without a word, he turns and walks into the kitchen.
Amy follows silently. Chris grabs a gallon of milk and dumps it into
a blender, then pours in several scoops of protein powder. Her turns
the blender on, then grabs a syringe filled with his special 'roids.

Amy falls to her knees and crawls to Chris. She reaches up and grabs
his brief, pulling them down. Chris places the syringe in his glutes
as Amy's tongue laps hungrily at his cock and balls. "This always
makes me horny. You just service me while I replenish my protein,
OK?"

"Yes. Please. Yes." she says, grabbing Chris's big legs and sucking
his cock. Chris throws the empty needle away, then grabs the protein
shake and starts drinking.

Chris finishes his shake, puts the blender down and looks at Amy.
"So, Joe can't please you anymore?" he says innocently.

"Nuhuh..." she gags as she sucks desperately on Chris's huge organ.

Chris puts his hands on his hips, and flexes his abs, chest and legs.
Amy gurgles a sigh and sucks harder.

"You like that? You like my big fucking muscle? My big cock? You
want more?"

Amy begins to claw at Chris, expressing her pent-up desires.

Chris pulls his cock out of Amy's mouth. She lunges at him, trying to
grab him. "No! Please!"

"I want you to see exactly how much of a man I am," Chris says, almost
ignoring her pleas as he walks into his bedroom. On hands and knees,
she crawls after him. He throws a tape at her. "Measure me. Start
with my cock."

Amy starts to cry. "Thank you," she says, taking the tape and
stroking his iron-hard pipe. "Gotta see this big eleven inches," she
says, placing the end of the tape at the base of his cock. She
extended the tape, then her hand began to shake. "Oh god. God. It's
over over eleven inches... almost 12." She quickly wrapped the tape around the shaft.
"And nearly seven and a half inches thick. Oh god!"

Amy stands up, her body visibly shaking with desire. She places one
end of the tape on Chris's nipple, Chris raises his hand and holds it
there. Amy walks around Chris, unable to wrap her arms totally around
his massive chest. As she matches the tape to the end, she reads off
"60." Chris smiles, then slowly begins to flex. The tape zips across
his skin as his lats flare and pecs ripple into super hard muscle.
Amy swoons as she reads off the 65 inch number.

"How big is Joe?"

"Joe's only 52 inches. And the guy he works out with, he's 64. I
thought that was big."

Chris's cock involuntarily jerks at hearing that his chest is a full
inch bigger than Ron's.

"Arms!" he orders.

Amy nearly fell over herself getting the tape around Chris's raised
gun. Chris didn't flex until the tape was fully around, then jerked
his mountainout arm to attention. The tape nearly ripped at the power
of his flex, and Amy gasped when she read "over 25 inches."

"Bigger than Joe," Chris said.

"and Ron, or so Joe tells me. He's a little smaller than 25 right
now," Amy said.

As Amy continued to measure, the results were all the same. Chris's
activities became a blur in his mind as he lifted Amy to the bed and
began to fuck her. In his mind, he thought about Ron. He pictured
Ron lifting at the gym, struggling to keep up with the weights Chris
easily tossed around. He imagined flexing next to Ron, the runt
looking skinny and weak and Chris being huger than huge. He imagined
Ron in tears, crying at Chris's superior size and power, totally
crushed by Chris's size and might. Finally, Chris thought about
fucking Ron's woman, totally ruining her like he had ruined Amy for
Joe. When Chris finally shot his load, Amy had passed out. Chris had
heard her screams of ecstacy as she came and came and came. He got
off of her, went and showered, then ate a huge meal. She was still
passed out when he threw on a baggy sweatshirt and sweat pants and
went to the gym.


Chris didn't notice that he was being followed. A truck pulled out of
his parking lot after him, then tailed him to the gym, pulling into a
space close to the door. When Chris walked by, a fist came out and
slammed into his chin. A man jumped him, pushing him against the
wall.

Chris reacted on instinct. Chris powered out of the man's hold, his
huge arms snapping out of the smaller man's grip. Chris hands grabbed
at the man's shoulders and with a single push, turned himself away
from the wall and slammed his attacker against the brick.

The attacker made a sick, weaking "umph" as the air was forced out of
his lungs from the abruptness of Chris's move. The attacker began to
buck and fight to free himself, but it was hopeless. Chris was in
charge now. For the first time, he focussed on the attacker's face.

"Joe?" he snarled. Chris slammed his big forearm into Joe's neck,
pinning his head to the wall. "What the fuck are you thinking!"
Chris's face was red with anger. He was ready to beat this fool to a
pulp, but held back for an explaination.

Joe's eyes shot fire at Chris. He grabbed the big man's arms with his
hands and pushed. Joe's pecs flexed and his tris bulged as he exerted
his might against Chris.

Chris pressed his arm harder into Joe's neck, easily overpowering his
little friend. He watched Joe struggle helplessly, his 20 inch arms
and bodybuilder-sized chest straining against the unceasing might of
Chris's body. Chris started to laugh at Joe's struggle. "Fucking
wimp! I asked you a question, runt! You can struggle all you want,
but you ain't goin no where until you speak up. And you don't want me
to get bored," he added as a threat.


Joe pushed as hard as he could, letting out a scream and contorting
his face in the effort. Chris pressed harder, and moving his face
within inches of Joe's said with a snarl, "I said talk." Chris
pressed his arm in a bit more, crushing through Joe's flexed neck. Joe
choked.

"I'm gonna kill you," he swore. "What are you doing to Amy! Why'd
she go into your apartment. Mother fucker, if you hurt my girl..."

Chris grabbed Joe's left arm with his free arm and pinned it to the
wall. Releasing Joe's neck, he grabbed his right arm and pinned it to
the wall. Chris took a step forward, pushing his huge chest into
Joe's. Chris flexed so Joe could feel his steel hard muscle crush
into him. Chris stared into Joe's eyes, flexing harder until he saw
fear, then terror, then pain. "If you aren't man enough to take care
of your girl," Chris sneered, "don't blame that on me, boy." Chris
pressed hard into Joe, then stepped back and let him go. "Now I'm
going to go lift some heavy weights like a real man."

As Chris turned, Joe said, "Kaz banned you from this gym, fuckwad."
Without looking, Chris extended his arm and grabbed Joe by the neck.
He pushed, throwing the man into the door in front of him. Joe tried
to resist, but Chris was far too strong. He tossed Chris into the
reception stand. "Don't fuck'n mention that peice of horseshit to me.
I'm bigger, stronger and badder than he ever was or will be. You
watch MY workout and I'll show you why Amy's at my apartment begging
me to plow her. I'll show you the difference between a MAN like me
and a wannabe like Ronny"

Before Joe could say a word, Chris lifted off his sweatshirt and
tossed it to the ground. "You're huge!" Joe gasped, his eyes widening
as he took in Chris's huge arms, massive chest and muscular stomach.

"Ya," said Chris, turning to walk to the locker room to finish
changing, "but not huge enough. Wait til you see me pumped."

Mike saw Chris entering the locker room, and Joe standing staring in
disbelief. "What are you doing here?" Mike asked, approaching Joe.
"The gym is closed."

"Man, you're nuts!" said Joe. "You been training Tank? Kaz ordered you..."

"I know what he said, but what choice did I have? Kaz has ruined
every gym he's ever trained at. First he drives the customers away,
then he leaves. I gotta keep my business."

"Dude, it's your business or your life. I mean, no one's as strong as
Kaz. Not even..."

"Tank is stronger," Mike said, interrupting. "He's my super-powered
secret weapon. Man, the dedication. He eats, sleeps and trains to be
huge. It's his single focus."

"He looks big, but Kaz..."

"Is smaller man. In just over a month, Tank grew so big that he
crushes the man in every category. He lifts heavier, with more
intensity and flexes as big or bigger."

"The guy's fucking little runt," said Chris, emerging from the locker
room. "Weights set up for arms?"

"You bet big guy," said Mike, running behind Chris to help with the
workout. "How you feeling today."

"Strong." Chris turned to Joe. "Hear you been training with little
Ronny. What's he warm up with?"

"Kaz starts with 100s," Joe said, unimpressed with Chris's attitude.

Chris walked over to a couple of 110s. "A bit light for a warm-up.
Did these last time. Should move up, but what the fuck." Chris
cranked out 20 reps. "Shit. Should grabbed 115s."

"Sorry Tank," said Mike, grabbing a pair of 120s. "You can make up
for it now."

Mike was use to seeing Chris turn into a machine in the gym, totally
focussed on his workout, but Chris was different today. He was
showing off. What Mike didn't understand was why. As Chris finished
cranking out another 20 reps with the weight, he pronounced it too
light.

"Give me the 150s," he said, turning to stare at Joe.

"Kaz works out with 160s," he said nonplussed.

Chris snarled. "This is still my warmup, punk." He grabbed the
weights and began curling, never breaking eye contact with Joe. At
ten reps, Joe's eyes wandered to Chris's arms. At fifteen reps, they
began to widen. At 20, Joe's jaw had dropped. Chris dropped the
weight, and looked at Mike, who was just as impressed as Joe. He
rubbed his bis, feeling the hard muscle. "That warmed me up. Now,
get me some 180s."

Mike looked surprised, and thought about asking Chris if he was sure
about that, but Chris had turned to stare at Joe again. Mike walked
over to the rack and set up the huge weight. He brought the dumbbells
back one at a time, unable to carry both together.

Chris bent down to pick up the weights. He ignored the sound of
fabric ripping as he lifted the weights. Slowly, he contracted his
right bicep, a thick vein pumping hard just below the skin. His huge
bicep flexed into super hardness as he controlled the weight, slowly
lowering it with apparent ease. He repeated the motion with his left
arm then repeated again, then again and again. Sweat glistened from
his powerful body as he completed eight reps, then forced out nine and
finally ten.

"Fuck," Joe whispered as Chris rubbed his bicep.

"Think I'll go heavier," he told Mike as he flexed his arms into a
double bi to examine his growing pump. "Let's do 200."

"That's forty pounds heavier than Kaz!" Joe said in disbelief. "You
can't be that strong."

Chris sat on a bench while Mike grabbed the weights. As he sat, his
shorts ripped more. Rather than answering Joe, he examined the
shredded material trying to cover his ass and legs. "Shit, I'm going
to need new shorts." He grabbed the waistband and tugged, ripping the
tattered shorts off. "You guys don't mind if I train in just my jock,
do you?"

Mike finished getting the 200lb dumbells. "No Chris. Whatever makes
you happy. Just keep growing so we can show 'em whose the boss here."

Chris nodded and stood up, his eyes never moving from Joe.

On the other hand, Joe's eyes scanned over Chris's body. The word,
"fuck" formed on his lips as he saw Chris's overstuffed jock straining
to contain his manhood. "Can't be," he muttered.

As before, Chris controlled the weight. Doing rep after rep slowly,
with perfect form, he pounded his biceps. His body turned red as his
blood pumped to feed his strength. Chris watched as Joe's hand moved
to his crotch to adjust the growing bulge he had. Just like with Amy,
Chris's power was affecting Joe now. The thought of the power and the
effect it had on others fueled Chris's arms as he forced out eight
perfect reps. Chris dropped the weight as Mike came running over like
a lonely puppy.

"That was fucking super, Tank," Mike gushed as he grabbed and squeezed
Chris's pumped arm. "Shit, you're a fucking powerhouse." Mike rubbed
Chris's arm, and Chris flexed the amazing bicep for him to feel.
Mike's big hands could barely cover the huge mound that Chris
controlled. "Hard a steel. Dude, you rule."

"Ya, but I gotta do another set. Still not big enough," Chris said,
pushing Mike aside.

"And Dude," Mike said as Chris picked up the weight, "you gotta buy a
bigger jock. Shit man, you're overflowing."

Chris watched as Joe's eyes darted to the straining fabric at his
crotch. Like before he did his set of eight perfect reps, feeling his
muscles grow as he lifted the weights. Chris put the weights down
with a grunt, then moved his hands and adjusted his jock.

"Things already a XX in the pouch, and it's too fucking small."
Turning to look at Joe again, "Even had some sexual release before I
got here, but these boys are ready to go again. I can feel my fuckin'
man-juice flowin'. But I ain't got no time to be horny. I'm here to
grow."

Joe's mouth grew dry at the implication, and his hand went to adjust
his cock, which was lengthening and thickening thinking about Chris
and Amy. As Chris continued to exercise, pumping his arms harder than
Joe had ever seen anyone workout before, Joe's mind continued to drift
back to Amy. Had the power in Chris's arms been the attraction? The
man's huge torso or tree trunk legs? Or had it been that huge
horsecock and grapefruit-sized balls that provacatively stretched
Chris's jockstrap. As Joe watched Chris's sweaty body glisten in the
gym lights, he marvelled at the way Chris dominated the weights and
made a mockery of his and Kaz's so-called workouts. Joe felt totally
inferior and he hated it. He tried to shake it off, but then Tank
would smash through another one of Kaz's record lifts, and the feeling
would overtake him again.

"Now that's a workout," said Chris as he placed the 250 lb barbell
back on the curling bench. Walking over to Joe, he flexed his monster
gun in the man's face. "No fucking missle can take this cannon down,"
he announced. Shakily, Joe's hand moved and lightly touched the huge
peak. Chris flexed harder, forcing his huge bicep into Joe's timid
hand. Joe grabbed at the peak, his hand too small to cover it all.

"Oh fuck," Joe said while rubbing the huge arm. "You're a fucking
muscle monster Tank."

"Damn right I am," said Chris walking toward the locker room. "Got
one more exercise to do. Mike, is it ready?"

"You bet Tank," said Mike, running ahead of him.

As if in a trance, Joe followed Chris into the locker room. Mike held
the modified strap that Chris used to exercise his monster cock. Mike
moved forward to help Chris out of his jockstrap, but Chris pushed him
away.

"Joe, you always bragged about your mule dick. Come here and get me
out of this thing, and get an up-close and personal look at what
drives Amy crazy." Joe didn't move, so Chris walked over to him.
"Scared to see what a REAL man looks like," Chris said, hefting his
package in his hand for effect.

"I've got nothing to be ashamed of there," Joe said, his
self-confidence rising.

"Prove it then."

Joe's eyes narrowed. He unzipped his pants and pulled them down.
Chris had to admit Joe was bigger, but no where near in his league.
Joe's legs looked to be about 30 inches and were ripped.

This time, it was Mike who reacted, muttering "whoa" as more and more
of Joe's body became visible. "Shit man, I knew you were working out
with Kaz, but..."


"Just gettin' huge," said Joe, flexing his arm in a show of his size.
"Gotta match what I got here," he said, grabbing his crotch. His
white briefs bulged full with his own snake. Joe smiled as he
contemplated Chris's reaction, and pulled his breifs down. A thick
hard nine inches sprang out, and Joe stroked it appreciatively.

Chris laughed, pulling his own jock down. Soft, Chris's cock was just
as long as Joe's hard-on but even thicker. Joe gasped at the sight of
the superior manhood, as Chris bragged, "No wonder Amy comes begging
me for it."

Mike knelt before Chris and helped him put on the strap. He was glad
that Joe's attention was on Tank and not on him. 'Damn,' he thought.
'I've been so preoccupied training Mike, I didn't notice that Joe was
massing up too.' His eyes darted between the two, and even though Joe
had an amazing body, he looked like a prepuberescent boy compared to
Tank.

Chris stroked his cock into its full foot-long length, then turned
back to Joe smiling. "Ronny does 35 pounds, right? Mike, put 70 on."

Joe watched as Chris hefted the 70 pounds, elevating it up and down as
he strengthened his horse cock into iron hardness. Joe began to
mutter, "no, that's impossible. shit," as he subconsciously continued
to stroke his own mule dick.

As Chris completed his third set, Mike moved to remove the weights.
"Heh, check out the faggot. Looks like I totally short-circuited his
brain," Chris said, walking over to Joe. "It's ok LITTLE guy," Chris
said, stressing the little part, "ain't no one as big, strong or sexy
as I am."

"Oh ya," swooned a woman's voice from the doorway.

Joe's attention snapped back as he turned and screamed, "Amy!"

"Whatcha doin' here, babe?" Chris asked.

"Couldn't stay away Tank," she said as she brushed passed Joe and
brushed her hand against Chris's sweaty chest. She moved her mouth
close to him and licked his pecs. "Mmmmm, you taste so good," she
said.

"Amy," Joe said, pleading.

"Amy, Joe's here," said Chris.

"He is? Oh, I didn't see him. And Mike too." She turned back to
Chris and continued to worship his body. "I want you to fuck me," she
whispered to him.

"Joe, Amy wants me to fuck her," Chris announced. He pushed gently
against Amy, and urged her to sit down. "Let me show you why?" Chris
walked over to Joe, and ripped off his shirt. Now, both men stood
naked. "Amy, want a show? Wanna see how Joe compares to me?"

"No one compares to you Tank!"

Chris smiled. "You're probably right."

"But I would like to see Joey and Mike together," said Amy. "They're
both kinda big, but not like you." Amy stroked her hand over Chris's
abs and brushed it against his cock."

"Hey Tank, I don't want," Mike started, but stopped when he saw the
anger in Chris's face.

"The lady wants a show," he ordered. "She wants the small dogs to
parade around before the big dog comes on stage. Now strip and give
her what she wants."

Mike froze, then looked at Joe who was grinning. Slowly, he began to
remove his sweatshirt. His pecs rippled as he lifted the shirt off,
revealing a tight six pack covered in thick black hair. Mike's
shoulder's were round, and his biceps popped and flexed as he moved to
pull off his sweatpants and jock. Mike's legs were thickly muscled
and covered in the same black fur that the rest of his body shared.
His cock, though, was small, a little button lost in a forest of hair.
Amy giggled when she saw it.

Joe wasted no time. We walked next to Mike, raised his arm into
Mike's face and said "BOOM!" A thick 21 inch peak came up. Mike
flexed, but his 18s looked small compared to Joe. Joe grinned, and
his big cock jerked with superiority.

Mike turned, flexing his thick pecs and extending his arm into a side
tri pose. Joe countered, his thicker pec shelf and hyper-striated tri
dominated the man who was once refered to as his "twin". Joe revelled
in the feeling of beating Mike, turning and striking a hands-on-hips
most muscular, flexing his legs which rippled with thick, powerful
muscle.

Chris watched as Joe began to pose with new determination. His poses
flowed as if they were choreographed. His symmetry was as good as any
professional bodybuilder. Mike, on the other hand, looked choppy. He
lacked the fluidity of motion and the proportions Joe had. While he
tried to keep up, he was outclassed in both size and style.

"Looks like I'm gonna need to train you to get as big as little Joey
here, huh Mike," said Chris standing. He pushed between Mike and Joe,
and entered the posedown. He raised both his arms, flexing his huge
guns, flaring his lats and pumping his pecs. Turning to look at Joe,
he said, "KABOOM" as his flexed harder, his bicep exploding into
hypervascular, hyperstriated wonder. Chris's bicep looked nearly
twice as big as Mike's who was now the smallest man.

Mike tried to shirk away, but Chris jumped in front of him, shaking
his massive thigh before flexing it into super hard definition. Mike
turned, and saw Joe doing the same thing, though his leg looked like a
toothpick compared to Chris's. Mike turned, and saw Joe flexing his
cow next to Mike. Mike looked so small. He stared at the superiority
of both men, hung huge and muscular, and began to cry.

"Ya!" cried Joe, flexing his bi in Mike's face.

"Ya!" mimicked Chris in a girly-voice, flexing his larger arm in Joe's face.

"Oh Tank," said Amy jumping up and grabbing his huge arm. "You
are... are..." Amy looked bleary-eyed, and started kissing Chris's
huge gun.

"Amy?" Joe cried, flexing his own arm.

"Love your big arms," Amy said, looking at Joe as if for the first
time. "So much bigger than these wimps. So strong." She placed her
mouth on Chris bicep, kissing and licking it so more. "You are so big
and they are so small. God, I need you to fuck me. Please fuck me
here, now, in front of them. Show them what a real man is like.
Please." She begged Chris.

Joe's eyes grew wide, and a he choked back his own tears. He turned, seeing
himself in the mirror and realizing that yes, compared to Chris, he
really was small and weak.

"Where you goin', runt," Chris bellowed, stopping Joe in his tracks.
"The lady made a request."

Joe turned, a tear on his cheek. "Fuck you and her. Isn't it bad
enough you've just humiliated me and taken my girl."

Amy giggled as she rubbed her hands over Chris's sweaty pecs.

"You started it," said Chris, grabbing Joe by the shoulder and forcing
him close. "Mike, didn't Joey here always use to tease you.
Something about him being bigger."

Mike looked up. "He is bigger," admitted Mike, adding, "now."

"No, I mean something else."

Mike made a small nod.

"Ya," said Chris, taking charge. "Real proud of your big dick." Chris
said the word 'big' with an air of contempt. "Amy, why don't you
measure us."

Joe tried to pull away, but Chris held his shoulder tight so he couldn't move.

"Tank, no one is bigger than you," Amy said, stroking both men to full
hardness.

"Show him, babe. Show him just how big Tank is. Show him with your
mouth."

Amy grinned. She knelt before the pair. Chris looked a Joe, who was
staring at Chris's monster, comparing his tool with the huge cock that
pointed upward from between Chris's legs. A look of total inferiority
appeared on his face.

Amy moved her mouth close to Joe's dick. She licked the head, then
moved her mouth over the shaft. She stroked her mouth over it several
times, deep throating him more and more before finally burying her
head in his hairy abs.

"Now me," ordered Chris.

Amy moved away from Joe. She kissed Chris's cock, then opened her
mouth wide, but failed to get the fat head in the first time. "So
thick," she muttered as she tried again, forcing her jaw wider to
accomidate the thick man-tool Chris had. He began to stroke the shaft
with her warm, wet mouth, forcing more and more of the tool into her
throat with each stroke. When she was about half way down, she began
to gag and had to pull back. "Too big," she said, but tried again and
then a third time, each with the same result.

"That's enough babe," Chris said finally, grabbing Joe's tool and
pressing it against his. Chris was almost twice as fat and inches
longer. "Runt boy here gets the idea. Whatcha thinkin, runt boy?"

Joe's posture said it all. He stood slouched over, totally defeated.
His eyes stared aimlessly at the floor.

"Say it," Chris demanded.

Joe's mouth moved, but no words came out. He cleared his throat, but
even that sounded pathetic. "Tank... so big... huge... I'm
nothing... less than nothing... shit, no wonder Amy wants you..."

"Figured that out, didja?" Tank said, flexing his arm in Joe's face.
"Boom," he whispered, and Joe sank to the floor.

Both Mike and Joe sat there, then looked up at Chris. Both wanted to
be him, envied his power, his size and his sexual prowess. Mike had
made Chris the total alpha male, and both longed to be him and to make
Chris even bigger, stronger and more alpha. Joe just wanted to die.

"Can we leave, Tank?" Amy asked.

"No," said Chris. "I want you to go home with Joe."

Joe looked up, and Amy seemed about to abject.

"Babe," Chris said to her, "I got this all worked out. I need you to
help me. Ya, Joe is a pathetic runt, but he loves ya. He just
learned that there's no one who is as big or as much of a man as me,
and I need his help. He's gonna keep workin' out with Ron, but he's
gonna tell me everything. He knows I'll squash both of them like a
bug if he tells Ron about me."

Joe nodded.

Chris continued. "And Joey here is gonna give me advice on posing.
Ya see, in a few weeks, when Ronnie has his little contest, I'm gonna
win. I'm gonna out lift and out pose him. Mike will make me
stronger,"

Mike nodded.

"and in return, I'll help him grow to be as big as Joe is."

"But Tank, I need you," said Amy.

"You'll still see me babe. You can come over every couple days and
I'll keep you satisfied. And when you're with Joe, you just think
about these big muscles," Chris says, striking a most muscular pose
that displayed his incredible physique. "and this huge cock, and keep
little Joey happy. Do it for me, OK babe? It will make me happy, and
make me even bigger than I am now. OK?"

Chris placed one finger under Amy's chin, and looked her deep in the
eyes. Amy was frowning, but eventually she said, "I'd do anything for
you, Tank."

[scott2462]

I like the way this story is evolving...Tank is not only big, he's got a decent head on his shoulders and a plan.

[Norsejock]

Love this story, Corwin. F***ing amazing.

[overusedclassic]

It keeps getting better. So Hawt

[myoder]

great story - the cock lifting is freakin' hot too!

[MuscleChestLove]

i totaly love this story, but is'nt i time for som gay contact betwen Tank And little Mike.

[monstarmaster]

This really is a great story...what about a cockfight between Ron and Chris at the end of the storyline...to see which cock dominates the other...