Another short...

[Sar is Happy]

This is about a heterosexual male at his high school reunion...

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At this point, you were use to the gasps, the stares, the looks of awe. You were use to the constant attention, the looks of fear and amazement. You were use to everyone who had any amount of attraction to the male form literally throwing themselves at you. You were use to everyone who wasn't attracted to you showing immediate envy toward you.

But here, walking into the dance hall, and seeing all those familiar faces with those expressions...it was something better.

When you walked your senior year, you weren't anything special. You were tall, but skinny. Not a single muscle on your body, and a little pot belly. The women didn't pay attention to you, and the jocks saw you as someone to make themselves look better. You had your friends, and you stuck to your group. It was a big school, so there wasn't anyone more "popular" then anyone else. There were cliques, and you had yours. Obviously, though, everyone wanted the attention from the attractive clique, which you didn't belong to.

But now, you were by far the most attractive human male to ever exist. Even those people who didn't like big guys, somehow you surpassed their opinions. Somehow, your current form reached deep within the primal recesses of everyone's mind. Their collective animal nature knowing that your genetics were far superior.

Again, this was nothing new. Women wept when you were simply too busy to pleasure them.

But as you ducked through the doors, seeing all those hot girls from high school slammed by lust instantly, was something better.

What happened to you? you aren't even sure yourself. But that summer after your senior year, you began to weight lift. And your muscles responded immediately. You put on muscle faster then the meat heads on steroids. At one point, each week you were passing your previous max weight.

But that wasn't all. You'd do the usual cycle of bulking, then cutting. When you bulked, your body changed more then just adding muscle. You grew taller. Your balls grew bigger and heavier. Your jaw line became more defined and chiseled. Your shoulders, rib cage, and hips grew wider. You grew faster then you did during puberty.

Cutting was awesome, too. You never seemed to lose muscle. Even if you didn't lift. Everything remained as it was, except that you lost fat. While you didn't grow taller while cutting, your cock grew. You loved to cut, as each week your cock would grow heavier and thicker and longer. It felt like your cock itself was trying to reach out, away and outward, like it was actively pushing to grow faster and faster.

And each cycle had better results then the last. Each bulk, you grew faster. Your perspective climbed higher, your mass spread outward in all directions. Your balls surged with size, amplifying your sexual prowess to levels you still are amazed by.

Each cut, your cock exploded. The skin around it constantly felt tight, and you could feel every single artery throb with power.

And here you were, taller then the tallest man to ever live. More muscle then the strongest man to walk the earth. A bigger cock and balls then most of the animal kingdom. All of it, bulging out of your custom made suite, tailored for you only a few weeks ago, and already getting too tight.

Everyone attracted to you migrated to you, which was more then half of the people there. Women left their boyfriends and husbands and dates in shock.

"Oh my God, is that really you?"

"Your huge!"

*Whispers* "Please take me, now..."

You basked in the lustful looks of those familiar faces, as the sexual energy grew within you...as well as something else...

You glanced around for a moment...your heart racing.

Everyone went silent, and took a step back. You heard a few gasps.

You were...growing...

[Kit Werecat]

When's he going to mention that meteor he found, a week after he left school?

Fun story. Thanks.