Aerobic

[Kit Werecat]

Originally Posted by tekuno

Actually, everyone on this board except you, whoever you are, is the same person. We're a massively split personality who is unbelievably prolific.

For example, I can be Kit Werecat, if I wish to...

Originally Posted by tekuno

As for Monster Blood 3: like I said, I never read any of the books. I looked the title up online, and... seriously? Giantism? That's all? Bah. Giants have only a courtesy title to monstrosity anyway. If I were going to stop at just "macro", I would have said so. (And besides, a few stories high is a terrible height to stop at. All the disadvantages of being too big for normal human habitation, none of the thrills of completely redefining scale. Either stop around 10 feet so the characters can still live in approximately human spaces, or make 'em blow up until they outgrow the planet, that's my policy.)

That's a good policy!! As they say in Inception, "You must never be afraid to dream a little BIGGER, darling." Actually, I never think of Macro as being a couple of infinitesimal stories tall - at least the way I like it. I prefer the 200-400 foot range.. that is, when it isn't just outright Mega, or even Giga!

Originally Posted by tekuno

I'm gradually figuring out not only what is going to happen but how, and I'm telling you again: the trend is apocalyptic. Dark? Sure. Possibly sufficiently so, honestly, that some of you will be unable to maintain any erotic buzz in the last couple of parts. Maybe even me as well.

That sounds a bit like we're back to the Giga thing. As for dark, one reaches a point where if a reader identifies with a protagonist that continually grows in size, strength, and power, eventually the story must be viewed from his point of view, where people eventually become just part of the scenery. It's a necessary evil, if a writer takes the bold step to push the growth to ultimate levels. And when all is said and done, it is only a fantasy, after all.

The only thing I'll say about this, is I do hope the three do not change to ugly, deformed monsters. Call it a weakness, but I love my Gods to be beautiful. As so many of my friends joke, if you're going to be somehow destroyed by a huge powerful creature, at least make it something of unearthly size, power and beauty, so you go out happily.

I'm so glad Martin and Brian let Trevor in on this! It could have been a very different outcome in the kitchen, and this story is so perfect in every way so far. Now, we have gotten rid of the petty squabbles, and these three can turn their attention to seriously being all that they can be! At the size and power they're getting to, Martin has such a head start that eventually Brian alone will not be able to satisfy him completely, anyway. Two massive orgasms in the course of a couple of minutes!!

He's getting to be a very big boy..

[Reeza]

Originally Posted by tekuno

I'm gradually figuring out not only what is going to happen but how, and I'm telling you again: the trend is apocalyptic. Dark? Sure. Possibly sufficiently so, honestly, that some of you will be unable to maintain any erotic buzz in the last couple of parts.

Darkness does not suppress my erotic buzz. Sometimes it makes me buzz a little louder.

[nnnrg]

Originally Posted by Mdlftr

Hmmm... so if Tekuno and nnnrg are related, or even the same person, and anpuzu and Raven79 are the same person....mutters...

That means there are only about 4 original people on here!

And I'm one of them!

I am not the same person as Tekuno. This is made clear when you realize that I spent most of last week moving to a new apartment, and yet Tekuno spent much of that time writing and posting.

As far as I know, he's not a clone of me either. If he were, I'd be apologizing for the genes that give me rotten eyesight, gout, and narcolepsy, which he would also be afflicted with.

[Mdlftr]

Originally Posted by nnnrg

I am not the same person as Tekuno. This is made clear when you realize that I spent most of last week moving to a new apartment, and yet Tekuno spent much of that time writing and posting.

As far as I know, he's not a clone of me either. If he were, I'd be apologizing for the genes that give me rotten eyesight, gout, and narcolepsy, which he would also be afflicted with.

AHA! THAT's EXACTLY what you would say!

If you were trying to convince me!

I KNEW it!

That brings the total number of original site users down to three......

[Reeza]

Originally Posted by Mdlftr

AHA! THAT's EXACTLY what you would say!

If you were trying to convince me!

I KNEW it!

That brings the total number of original site users down to three......

And then there were none!

(cue dramatic music)

[convolution]

All of us would like to thank us for writing such a great story....
and we hope we get another chapter out soon.

Cheers

[tekuno]

Sorry for the delay. For various reasons I won't bore you with (Nnnrg, I'll trade you 8 days's worth of semi-serious insomnia for a six-pack of narcolepsy) it hasn't been a good time for me to do things which require time and concentration, lately.

And, of course, since I am trying not to post to this thread unless I have a new piece of the story, I couldn't very well say anything about the delays, either.

But then, of course, naturally we all knew this since there's only one of us, anyway. What was that? "And then there were none"? Tsk. Not none, one. We are the Dread Solipsist.

Anyway, here we are. Some much-needed plot development. It scares me how much stuff there is still to go ? that list of 11 items, remember, was just a countdown until the Big Obvious Plot Twist, not the end of the story. (The good news is that this part polishes off 3, yes 3, items, which means #9 is next. And I can work in a bunch of good stuff as that one goes through.)

Aerobic
Part 8

*****

Trevor whistled a tune as he walked from his car to the front door. He could feel his muscles bulging against his clothes, and he felt sure that his dick was a little bigger inside his pants, too. He'd carefully weighed himself before and after his workout, and the difference was 22 whole pounds ? according to Martin and Brian, he could expect to keep somewhere between half and two thirds of that. He couldn't wait to get in and jack off to himself. Or maybe Martin would be home... even if Brian were there, he'd have something even better to jack off to.

When he entered, though, it was easy to see that something was wrong. One clue was the heap of twisted metal, pulverized wood, shredded stuffing, and torn fabric where the sofa had been. A bigger clue ? in every way ? was Martin, standing next to it.

Martin was a sight to test anyone's courage. He was angrier than Trevor had ever seen him before, actually trembling with rage. His enormous body ? Trevor and Brian had officially measured his height at 7 feet 1 inch the night before, and Trevor's tape had shown an 82-inch chest and 30-inch upper arms ? expanded and contracted with his deep breaths. But, as the one part of Trevor's mind which wasn't numb with terror pointed out to itself, the really scary thing was Martin's skin. His face and torso ? he seemed to have either burst his shirt or torn it off ? was blotched red and blue-black. Trevor looked at the sofa, and then at Martin's massive fists, and wished fervently that he had decided to go grocery shopping after his workout. Or for a walk. Or a drive. Or, really, any activity which would have kept him out of the house. Martin looked at him, and Trevor couldn't help taking a step back.

"Trevor?"

Martin's voice was a roar; it was still Martin's voice, but someone had plugged in a subwoofer.

"Martin? What's wrong?"

"[i]I just lost nearly a thousand dollars to some kind of scammer[i], that's what's wrong!"

"Huh? How?"

Martin seemed to be collecting himself; the color of his face was gradually returning to normal.

"I set up accounts on a bunch of porn sites... thought I could make some money by charging people to have a good look at me."

He flexed to accentuate it, and Trevor's cock regained the firmness it had lost from terror.

"People paid nearly a thousand dollars to look at my stuff, and then all of a sudden there were a bunch of people saying I was obviously some other guy who was already on those sites, and they shut down all my accounts and gave the money to the other guy! Less than half an hour ? I've never seen a website where the moderators acted that fast!"

"Calm down, Martin. What does that have to do with this?"

Trevor gestured at the sofa, and Martin looked sheepish.

"Well, when I used to get angry, I'd hit a pillow, so I came out here and hit a sofa cushion. But I didn't think about how much stronger I was, now, and I snapped the sofa in two. After that, there didn't seem to be any reason not to take my anger out on the remains. I mean, it'll have to be thrown out anyway..."

"Martin. That is unbelievably hot."

"Hmm?"

Trevor walked up and pulled off Martin's pants.

"You have to give me my next dose, anyway, so why not do it now? I'm turned on more than you can believe."

Martin suddenly smiled.

"You're right. This can wait."

He expertly peeled Trevor's shirt off.

"Come here, I want to feel how much you grew today, first."

*****

"Hello! I'm here! Martin?"

Brian peered into the bedroom.

"Martin? You in the bathroom?"

He wandered through the house to find Martin in Trevor's bedroom, standing behind Trevor, who was seated at his computer.

"Martin?"

"Brian? Stay right there, and shut up, we're doing something important. What did they say, Trevor?"

"They said the account was named 'Anton Hardbody', which doesn't help because it's such an obvious fake. They said we could contact him through the site, and we couldn't get anything more out of them unless we filed a lawsuit."

"Shit. Well, look the guy up, then."

Martin turned to Brian, who hadn't moved.

"Sorry, Brian. I tried to start doing Internet porn to get some cash flowing again, and all the sites I tried got people complaining that I was obviously the same as some other guy. They all sided with the other guy, and turned my cash over to him. I'm going to find out who he is and [i]pound his ass[i] until he gives me my money back."

Trevor gave a whistle, and Martin turned back to the computer.

"What is it?"

"Whoever 'Anton Hardbody' really is, he's posting stuff of you. Look at these gym pictures he's got as a preview."

"Son of a bitch! That asshole! I'd better get every penny he earned from this!"

"Do you want to see the videos he uploaded? We'll have to pay. There's five of them."

"Christ. Are there any previews?"

"Just descriptions, sorry."

"Is there a download count?"

"Yes, they've all been viewed at least 50 times."

"At $3 a pop, if I recall correctly, and that's just this one site ? you said he was on at least 3 others. I want that money!"

Martin felt something brushing against the back of his arm. He turned back to Brian, and found him leaning precariously forward, waving a small slip of paper. Martin took it ? Brian regained normal posture ? and saw that it was a check.

It took Martin a few seconds to process what this meant, and when he did, he let out a growl of rage which made Trevor wheel around in his chair. In seconds Martin had regained his former state of rage.

"You! You fucking little worm! What the hell does this mean? Why were you doing this?"

Brian shook a little, but remained silent.

"Get out of here, you fucking?"

Brian ran.

"No, wait! Shit, Trevor, he's the one the money is going to! Fuck! Brian! Get back here!"

Martin began to run after Brian, but to his astonishment almost collided with Brian as he ran back in, looking terrified.

"What the fuck are you doing? Say something you fucking asshole!"

A prolonged and confused excuse and apology tumbled out of Brian?s mouth. Trevor couldn't gauge whether Martin was even listening, but he caught "and you weren't even doing anything with it" and "I needed the money to make rent".

Martin just stood, staring at Brian like he wasn't even there. Brian's torrent of self-justification gradually came to a halt and the two smaller men waited for him to say something. When he finally spoke, what he said was unexpected.

"Brian, raise your arms over your head and bark like a dog."

Brian, with a surprised expression, did as he was told.

"Martin, what do you think?"

"Trevor, be quiet. Brian, try to balance on your head."

Trevor watched as Brian, his eyes open in astonishment, began to try to balance on his head. He came close to succeeding a few times; the weight of the muscles on his body made it difficult for him to balance, but equally the immense thickness of his neck gave him the strength to try.

"Brian, stop that, stand up normally, and tell me the most embarrassing thing which ever happened to you."

Brian obeyed, with an expression which said he could hardly believe what he was doing.

"When I was in sixth grade, I was late to gym class, and when I got to the locker room everyone else was already changed into their gym uniforms, and the teacher made me?"

"That's enough. Give me your Social Security number."

"134-22?"

"Stop. Go into the living room and do push-ups until I come out to get you."

Brian walked out the door, and in a few seconds, Trevor could hear rhythmic creaks and rattles as Brian's heavy body shook the furniture near him.

Martin turned to Trevor with a huge grin on his face; all traces of his former rage were gone.

"Now, that was interesting. I wonder how far this goes. Trevor, jog in circles around me, waving your hands in the air and singing 'I'm a Little Teapot'."

Trevor's mouth dropped open in surprise at the bizarre combination ? but that was nothing to the astonishment he felt as he got out of his chair and started jogging. His mouth began to move as he sang. Martin laughed outright as Trevor quickly completed 3 laps.

"All right, all right, that's enough. You can stop."

"What the hell was that? How did you?"

"I wonder whether this is from the blowjobs, or whether it's something else. Maybe pheromones? You've both been around me a lot. No, couldn't be that, this wasn't happening at work, goodness knows. I was wondering why Brian was doing such contradictory things; if he was really scared he could have just cut and run. But then I noticed he was following every instruction I gave. And then I thought I'd see if it extends to you, too. And it does."

Trevor was struck with sudden terror, which wasn't helped by Martin's grin. If Martin could control him?

"Relax, will you?"

Trevor suddenly discovered that Martin's ability to order him was of no concern.

"Come with me ? this will be easier if you're both in the same room."

The two men walked into the living room. Brian was still pumping out pushups; Trevor found himself getting hard again looking at the way the exercise had put a pump into Brian's huge triceps.

"Brian, you can stop doing pushups and sit up. Trevor, sit next to him."

The two men hastened to sit. Martin looked down at them, rubbing his chin.

"Brian, in other circumstances, I'd either sue your ass or beat you to a pulp or both. But frankly, I need your help ? and I'd say this little discovery is ample payback for a little rage."

Brian looked abashed, but hopeful.

"I was going to start two new things today. The first was a career in Internet porn, as you know. Brian, you're going to help me with that. I get the profits ? but from now on, I'll pay for your room and board. You're moving in here, where I can keep an eye on you. Consider that your punishment for abusing our relationship. As for the other thing..."

Martin began to pace.

"It's clear that my cum is an amazing supplement. Practically a magic muscle growth formula. And it works better than anything that's available right now ? Trevor, Brian outgrew your steroid-based growth in a few days, and you've already made fantastic gains after just a few days. A lot of men ? maybe most men ? will pay anything for that. But if we're going to sell it officially, that means FDA approvals, and maybe people prying into where the stuff comes from. We can't have that. Of course, the fact that the magic ingredient is cum wouldn't deter everyone, but it would probably cut into sales. So that had better remain a secret.

"Of course, if my cum is going to be sold on the sly, then it's going to require someone other than me to do it. I'm getting a little too big, I stand out too much. I need an agent ? ideally, someone who is often at a gym for legitimate purposes and has some experience with the way people buy and sell drugs there."

Martin stopped in front of Trevor, and smiled at him.

"Trevor, remember when I said I might ask you to do me a favor...? Help me sell my cum to people at the gym. You can keep half the profits. We'll work out the details later."

Trevor nodded; he wondered whether it was Martin's control or the prospect of money ? just offhand, he could think of ten people who would be willing to pay hundreds of dollars for each dose... Martin sighed, and seemed to deflate slightly.

"I don't know... I hate the idea of controlling people. But on the other hand, Brian, you've demonstrated that I can't completely trust you, and Trevor, we're about to start a probably-illegal sales operation and that could go wrong in so many ways..."

He stared off into the distance.

"I know: from now on, if you like you can disobey anything I say which doesn't include the word 'bud' or 'buddy'. Is that okay?"

The two smaller men nodded.

"Do jumping jacks! ...okay, good. Now, my two best buds, do jumping jacks! Okay, okay, buddies, stop!"

He laughed.

"Okay... now, as I recall, Brian, it's time for your next dose."

"I'm still getting doses?"

"Are you kidding? We're going into sales. You're one of our display models. In fact?"

Martin picked up Brian with one hand under his ass, and gave him a kiss.

"?I said I'd pound the ass of the person who was taking that money. I'm a man of my word, but there's more than one way to pound an ass."

Trevor pulled out his cock as he watched Martin push Brian into position, and gave a half-smile. Beginning a life of crime ? borderline crime? ? was turning out to be more fun than he would have thought.

*****

"Geez, Trev, what the hell are you on these days? You're blowing up like a balloon!"

"Well, if you really want to know..."

*****

"Okay, one more, come on..."

"Uh... Ugh... Gah!"

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

"Yes, it was. Wish I had your build."

"Today may be your lucky day..."

*****

"Listen, uh, can you tell me..."

"Yes?"

"How did you get so big?"

"Lots of hard work, kid."

"Look, I want to know where I can get some steroids, maybe some... HGG?"

"That's HGH. You don't want to get involved with that stuff, kid."

"Aw, come on!"

"Oh, you can try those things, and they'll help a little, but there's something which works a lot better..."

*****

"Are you the fucker who's been st? whoa, fuck, you're huge!"

"Yes. Yes I am. You had a question?"

"Ah, well, several of my clients have said they were buying something else, from a big guy who worked here."

"I suppose that must be me."

"Look, if you're selling something, just let me sell it too, okay?"

Trevor looked at the man. He had obviously been sampling his own wares; a month earlier, Trevor would have thought he was a big man. And he had some existing clients, too... Trevor had a sudden inspiration.

"I think that perhaps you need to meet my wholesaler. If you can wait a few hours for me to go off duty here, I can take you to him. He can make all the arrangements you need."

"Great, great."

Trevor smiled.

"How would you like a free protein shake while you wait? I'm sure he'll have a few things to say to you..."

[Mdlftr]

So this is now turning into an essay on marketing, franchising and distribution?

MBA territory ? As in Muscle Building Action?

Tekuno, you're so educational!



Mdlftr

[Kit Werecat]

Very interesting. I did not see this story heading that way.

So much to get off my chest.

And speaking of chests, WOW. How can I get one like Martin's? Ye Gods, if I could lay my hands on that formula. I would pay thousands, not hundreds. Tell Martin he's got to think BIGGER, if you'll excuse the expression.

But before I get into all that, I want to say one thing paramount in my mind.

I am so very, very, VERY disappointed in Brian. I consider close relationships a sacred personal trust. And Martin and Brian have been having just about as close a relationship as that can possibly be. What's the old Groucho line? "If I was any closer to you, I'd be behind you." Or in this case - inside you.

Even the simple act of cuddling and snuggling with each other falls into relationships as far as I am concerned, when deep secrets are being passed out like so many candies (and milk shakes ). Considering the incredible gift Martin gave to Brian, why couldn't that greedy pig at least open up and confide in what he was doing, instead of just quietly pocketing the cash?

I won't let him be excused because he 'fessed up so quickly and completely. For one thing, there's the mental control thing at work on him there, even if only indirectly. Secondly, if he just continued to hide the fact, Martin would have gotten bitter enough to deny Brian any further doses - a fate worse than death, if you've developed this far. But let's face facts - the most obvious reason is you don't want to wind up like that sofa! Holy Mary Mother of God!!!

Martin is extremely forgiving and generous. But if I were Martin, I would never trust Brian ever again. He crossed a big line in my book. And as absolutely minimum punishment, I'd let Trevor surpass Brian, now. Or at least equal him. In every way Trevor seems to be supportive and giving back what he's given, in whatever ways he can.

On other points, I think we got a prevue of coming attractions. Did anyone else notice that red and black coloration thing? Thank God, at least it wasn't green. But I'm not against different colors than flesh tones. In fact, I'm still waiting for someone to do a story about super-buffed Na'vi, although I too, am not a lover of fanfics.

I Love the way Martin worked out that rule set for mental commands. He seems to adapt surprisingly fast and very well to each new power he acquires, which makes him a very dangerous being, indeed. And by the way, I notice he's fast approaching "The Line".

That's the point where the central character begins to realize he is no longer a normal human being, but is in fact, becoming something superior. Far superior.

Along with it is the confidence and acceptance that not only are his endowments here to stay, but he is going to wake each morning, a little bigger, a little taller, and quite a bit stronger - with no conceivable end in sight.

It's when the normal utilities of human beings become small and amusing toys to the character experiencing the metamorphosis. Doors become small holes to squeeze through. He doesn't see a truck as a vehicle you get in, he sees it as a weight to test his strength with. He doesn't see a weight station as a device to deliver weights to lift, it IS a weight to lift! Then after that, a toy to play with..


Finally, I got a bit of de 'ja vu on this enterprise Martin is "cooking" up.

In my mind, I put together the chemical elements of Bromine and Bismuth, to come up with "Breaking Big".

Another fantastic Chapter, Tekuno.

And for the record, I too, am casting a vote for the darker, apocalyptic ending.

An unforgettable and inspirational story, so far.

[nnnrg]

Oh, treachery and guile. I see that the drug empire is spreading.

But I also remember the horrible mutant beast from the beginning story.

LUUUUCYYYYY, there gonna be some 'splainin' to do!

[Mdlftr]

Originally Posted by nnnrg

Oh, treachery and guile. I see that the drug empire is spreading.

But I also remember the horrible mutant beast from the beginning story.

LUUUUCYYYYY, there gonna be some 'splainin' to do!

"Rick-eee!"

[ploder4]

Originally Posted by Mdlftr

"Rick-eee!"

And when they get in trouble:

"WWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"

[Reeza]

Well! Very interesting indeed. That ability to make people obey commands has a lot of potential and risks. He will have to be very very careful about what he says to his boys lest he accidentally give a command - "Go fuck yourself, bud!" - with unintended consequences.

Kit Werecat - Martin doesn't have to trust Brian. He can just tell him, "Never to lie to me again, buddy," and that's that. Besides, I don't think loving, trusting relationships are going to be a big part of this story. When Martinzilla develops, the boys will be lucky if he doesn't use them as a source of lean protein. Yum! Instead of Speef, it will be Spuman.

[Mdlftr]

Originally Posted by Reeza

Well! Very interesting indeed. That ability to make people obey commands has a lot of potential and risks. He will have to be very very careful about what he says to his boys lest he accidentally give a command - "Go fuck yourself, bud!" - with unintended consequences.

Kit Werecat - Martin doesn't have to trust Brian. He can just tell him, "Never to lie to me again, buddy," and that's that. Besides, I don't think loving, trusting relationships are going to be a big part of this story. When Martinzilla develops, the boys will be lucky if he doesn't use them as a source of lean protein. Yum! Instead of Speef, it will be Spuman.

"Soylent Green IS People!!"

[Mdlftr]

Originally Posted by ploder4

And when they get in trouble:

"WWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"

...And don't forget Ethel!

and Fred!


More fodder for the BEAST!

[tekuno]

Originally Posted by Kit Werecat

And speaking of chests, WOW. How can I get one like Martin's? Ye Gods, if I could lay my hands on that formula. I would pay thousands, not hundreds. Tell Martin he's got to think BIGGER, if you'll excuse the expression.

Actually, although I haven't had occasion to point it out yet, the stuff they're selling at $100 is diluted and a smaller dose. (Otherwise, they'd run into some supply problems.) It's enough to grow muscle faster than anything else, but not to the extent that Trevor and Brian ? who are getting the undiluted stuff in large doses ? are experiencing.

Martin's probably-illegal substance is not actually addictive, and although most guys would love to be bigger and stronger, most guys don't want to be ten feet tall and a six tons. (Those of us on this board who would love that are in the minority.) That means that, for most of Martin's customers, there's a limit to how much he can sell them. At the same time, he wants to avoid detection, so making people grow quickly is a bad idea. He's being sensible, if not entirely nice.

Martin is extremely forgiving and generous.

As pointed out, Martin knows he can order Brian to do anything at all. He's effectively turned the guy into an unpaid combination butler, amateur cameraman, and living sex toy ? and forget anything else he may have wanted to do with his life. That may seem forgiving, but it's not actually very nice.

It's always interesting to read people's speculations about where I'm taking a story. It means I'm doing something right. On the other hand, it makes me want to fill the story up with red herrings to keep people guessing, and that's probably bad storytelling.

In any event: after posting the last part, I basically went to bed and slept for 12 hours. As a result, I'm feeling a lot better and finished this next part pretty quickly.

Aerobic
Part 9

*****

He followed the huge man to his car.

"If you drove here, it's probably better if you follow me in your car. I'll wait."

He nodded, and made a show of taking a taking a picture with his cell phone of the huge man behind the wheel, and another showing the license plate number. The huge man merely looked bored.

"Get moving. I have better things to do than wait out your paranoia."

He jogged to his car, periodically looking over his shoulder to make sure the huge man was still there, and then drove around to the huge man's spot. The huge man pulled out and began to drive, somewhat slowly, out of the parking lot. The huge man kept his speed well below the posted limits, and following him was almost suspiciously easy.

He was not surprised to be led to a house in the suburbs. The popular idea that drug dealers live in armored fortresses or shadowy high-rise dens was one he himself exploited. In fact, the only surprising thing was the size of the house ? his own house was a bit larger.

He was astounded when the front door was opened by a man even larger than the one he had followed from the gym.

"Oh, is this the new dealer? Great. Follow me. I'm sure we'll be best buddies in no time."

The huge man from the gym chuckled.

"Yup. Just when we needed a new helper, here he is. It must be fate."

"Martin's having a workout. He said to bring him out."

"Okay, let's go."

He was left with very little choice but to follow the larger man deeper into the house. He was fingering the gun in his pocket and wondering whether he should try to run when they reached the back door.

At first he was surprised at the amount of junk in the back yard ? two broken-down SUVs, a stack of rusty metal drum barrels, a pile of concrete blocks, and a lot of cables and chains. It was like an unofficial dump. If it weren't for the high fences, and the fact that the suburbs this far out were so sparse, he had no doubt, the neighbors would probably have complained to the city about it. But the surprise at the contents of the yard was nothing to the surprise he got when the SUV in the back started to move.

It rose and fell a few times while the huge man from the gym walked around the other SUV.

"Hey, Martin, he's here. You wanted to talk to him, right?"

There was a deep chuckle.

"Yes. He showed up at 3:30, you said? So it's been about two hours?"

"That's right."

There was another chuckle, and then an absolutely enormous man, bigger than the other two by a large margin, rose up, and the two walked back into full sight.

This man was the biggest one yet. He felt his throat going dry just looking ? and to make it even more awkward, the man was wearing a kind of loincloth. It was obviously a mere gesture in the direction of decency, because ? the man swallowed as his eyes travelled down ? the man was so huge everywhere that a few inches of his dick dangled in plain sight beyond the bottom of the cloth. He was extraordinarily tall, and every one of his muscles was developed to a point which was frankly unbelievable. He had a smile on his face, and looked down at the visitor with his eyes half-closed.

"Sing 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star'."

"Huh?"

The giant sighed. "Oh, well."

Suddenly he found his arms clamped to his sides. The huge man who had opened the door had been behind him, and was holding them in place with very little expertise but a strength which suggested a steel vise, locking his elbows into position. The other huge man, from the gym, stepped forward and calmly tied him up, very thoroughly and with multiple pieces of rope, and then leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"Don't worry. We'll let you go in a while. This is just a test."

The giant looked critically at the knots.

"Just to make sure: it was the diluted version?"

"Yep."

"Well done. I hadn't actually thought about testing this until you suggested it."

The man from the gym beamed.

"I think ten-minute intervals, don't you? Brian, start the timer."

The other two huge men nodded, and the man who answered the door did something to his watch.

"Trevor, why don't you stay here. Brian's been here all day, and I could use a change. Brian, could you bring me another jug?"

The man who answered the door lumbered off back into the house. He watched in fear as the giant pulled off the loincloth and stretched and flexed his huge muscles. The guy from the gym started to strip, too ? scenes from mobster movies started to flash in front of his eyes; were they going to whip him to death with chains? And then put his body in his own trunk and leave the car somewhere! He started to sweat.

To his disgust, once the two men were naked, they started... doing things to each other. The giant was flexing, and as his muscles started to get an absurd, gigantic pump, the other man came over and rubbed them, climbing all over the larger man, licking the bulges of his arms and shoulders, tweaking his nipples... and then the big man started to grope the smaller one all over. The giant's cock was gradually rising higher and higher, and as it engorged with blood it got thicker and longer as well. He felt his mouth go dry watching it enlarge, and only then noticed that the testicles hanging below were each as big as a baseball.

He knew some of his clients liked that kind of shit, but to him, the only reason for a man to get huge was to attract women. He tried to close his eyes and turn his head away, but the ropes held him in place, and although the sounds were fairly subdued, they left nothing to the imagination.

He was only aware that the other man, the one who had opened the door, had returned when there was a beeping sound. He looked over and saw that the man was watching the two others while stroking his own cock, which was nowhere near the size of the monster attached to the giant, but still enormous.

"Oh. Ten minutes."

"Crap."

The giant put the other naked man down, and turned to face the prisoner.

"Say the alphabet backwards."

"Fuck you."

"Tsk. Two hours and ten minutes. Ten more minutes, Brian."

The giant picked the smaller man back up and they resumed their activities. After a while, the giant took a firm grasp of the smaller man, put him down on the ground face-down, and started plowing his ass. The prisoner winced, thinking of what it would feel like to have something so huge forced inside, but the man on the ground showed every sign of ecstatic pleasure. His moans sounded like he was having more fun than any of the last ten times the prisoner could remember having sex.

The beeping happened again.

"It's been another ten minutes."

With every sign of irritation, the giant turned to face the prisoner. He brought the other man with him, supporting most of the weight on his tremendous cock, much as an ordinary person would carry a book with them when doing a minor chore. The smaller man seemed to be practically out of his mind with pleasure; his smaller cock had already blown its load all over his abdomen, and his mouth hung slack, with his tongue dripping drool onto his chin.

"Sing 'Happy Birthday to You'."

"Huh?"

"Another ten minutes, Brian."

The brutal fucking resumed. Finally, the giant seemed to have enough, and pulled out. The third man, the one who had opened the door, ran forward. He had an empty clear 2-Liter soda bottle which was fitted with a strange rubber appendage around the top. The giant plunged his rock-hard dick into this, and came with a deep moan. The prison watched in disgust as the bottle filled with load after load with the giant's sperm. Finally, when the bottle was nearly half-full, the giant grunted and pulled out. His cock gradually softened. He nodded at the man who had handed him the bottle.

"There you go. Let me know when it's been ten minutes."

The giant calmly picked up his loincloth and put it back on. Then he walked to the nearest SUV, lay down on his back on top of some sort of heavy-duty wheeled cart, and put his hands on the bottom edge of the vehicle. The prisoner's eyes bulged as the SUV began to tilt off the ground, but the giant merely adjusted his position and used his legs to push his huge, thick torso further in. When he was finally in a position which satisfied him, he braced his hands against the metal of the bottom and began to press the whole thing, over and over again.

To say that the prisoner was surprised would be an understatement. He knew he had once managed to shift the rear end of his car off the ground to impress some girls at the beach, but lifting the whole thing would have been beyond him ? and that was a small sports car. This was a true SUV, as big and heavy and useless as a foolish automaker could build it, and the giant was lifting it like it was nothing. It was almost hypnotizing, the way the vehicle went up and down and up and down so rhythmically.

The beeping went off again.

"Okay, ten minutes, I got it."

The giant extricated himself with minimal difficulty and stood facing the prisoner.

"Sing 'I'm a Little Teapot'."

The prisoner hesitated. Whatever they were doing with all these weird requests, maybe he could fake his way out. He cleared his throat ? but the giant was already turning away.

"Ten more minutes, Brian."

The giant's workout went on and on. He used the SUVs like barbells, and wrapped bundles of the metal drums together to use like dumbbells. At ten-minute intervals, he gave the prisoner nonsensical instructions, which the prisoner always failed to obey correctly, or fast enough, or whatever the giant was looking for.

Finally, on the eighth attempt:

"Count to 40 by twos while rolling your head back and forth."

The prisoner immediately found himself doing exactly that. When he finished, he sat and sputtered, trying to make sense of what he had just done.

"Ah. I make that 3 hours and 20 minutes, is that right?"

The two smaller men nodded agreement.

"Hmph. It's good to know, although I wish it took effect faster. Still, four hours isn't bad, particularly if we get preemptive in the right places."

The giant turned to the prisoner.

"Okay, listen up mister drug dealer. What's your name?"

"J-joe. Joe Lasseter."

"Okay, Lasseter. You may not know this, but we've actually been waiting for you. You may not remember this, but Trevor, here, used to be a client of yours a few years ago. Using the information he gave me to make a few educated guesses, and looking at the police news for the last couple of years, we can see that you've been a very naughty boy."

The prisoner winced. This was not what he wanted to hear.

"That's okay. In a way, it's actually a good thing. For one thing, if there's an emergency, you'll make an excellent scapegoat, and for another, you don't deserve any consideration so we don't have to show any. Thanks for making this so convenient!"

He braced himself; any second now, the tire irons and crowbars were going to come out. But the giant merely kept talking.

"From now on, you will be absolutely loyal to me. You will cooperate with anyone who is working with me. If necessary, you will die or take any sort of punishment to keep me safe and unknown to the authorities. You will convert all your customers who take steroids or growth hormone or any other illegal athletic or muscle-building substance over to using my formula instead. We'll give you the instructions on how to use it in a bit. You'll get your stock from Trevor or Brian, here, at the gym where you found Trevor earlier today. You can charge what you think it's worth, although I should tell you that we've been charging one hundred dollars for each dose we've been handing out, so if you get greedy you may find yourself losing customers. You will turn over half your earnings from this to us. You'll also take care not to get caught ? and that includes dropping all other drugs from your lineup. If anyone comes to see why you aren't selling things like you were, you will give them a dose of my formula without telling them what you have done, wait at least four hours, and then call me for instructions."

The giant smiled slyly.

"As long as we're experimenting on you: your sexual preferences will remain as they are, but in addition to whatever you currently like, you will desire to suck my cock, or to have me or my lieutenants here fuck your ass. You will find those things as erotic as any sex you might ever have otherwise.

"From now on, you will obey all the orders I just gave. You will also obey any order I give to you in which I address you as a 'buddy', 'bud', 'pal', or 'friend'. Any order I give which does not include any of those terms you may either obey or not obey as you like."

The giant reached down and snapped the ropes which held the prisoner in place. Then he stood back a pace or two. He shed his loincloth and gave a grunt. His mammoth member began to rise, hardening and growing again.

"Well?"

The prisoner stepped forward, his eyes bright. He took the cock in his hands as his own erection began to tent his pants...

*****

Brian watched as the car pulled out of the driveway.

"What was that about 'pals' and 'friends'?"

Martin gave a little grunt of laughter. "Ah, I was just thinking. If things get bad and we're investigated, and they have evidence, I want to be able to cloud the issue by ordering anyone who is involved who has an actual criminal past to give themselves up. After reading about that shootout last December, I have no qualms about making our new pal Mr. Drug Dealer entirely expendable."

"That's... remarkably cold of you."

"We traced a death, 4 serious injuries, and at least 8 convictions for possession to that guy. We could have killed him or had him turn himself in. Instead, he's getting away with a license to sell a highly profitable product, and the only penalty is that he's not permitted to sell anything harmful any more. That's remarkably forgiving, wouldn't you say?"

"Well, yes, but..."

"You want something that makes you feel all warm inside? Well, how about a dose?"

Brian grinned.

"A nice fresh one? Oh, yeah."

"Take off your clothes. I like to see your progress while getting it ready."

*****

"Trevor, do you mind if I ask you what may be an uncomfortable question?"

"Go ahead Mr. Schneider. Besides, you're paying for my time, here."

"Very well. Now. I have been coming to you for personal training sessions now for a year and a half. For the first year and a quarter, you looked very much the same from day to day. In the last month or so, however, you have been gaining size at an extremely rapid rate ? in fact, a rate which I would have considered unbelievable had it not been happening before my eyes. You are now, if I may say so, at a size which undoubtedly puts you in the highest ranks of competing bodybuilders."

"Do you really think so? I'm certainly trying to put on some weight?"

"Do not try to derail my conversation, young man. I want to know: what are you doing to make this happen? Since I came to this conclusion at last week's workout, I have been researching the relevant drugs, and there is nothing which could be doing this. Even if I thought you were on a cocktail of the strongest drugs available, I would never expect you to be growing at such a rate. Tell me."

Trevor tried to avoid the old man's gaze.

"Ah... well..."

"Would it make things easier if I told you I wish to engage in these same activities myself?"

Trevor looked sharply at Mr. Schneider, whose slightly gray cheeks flushed.

"You may, perhaps, think that it is unbecoming for a man of my years to want to gain muscle. I know that I have not aged well ? if anything, I look like I ought to be readying myself for my demise! But I have always had a desire for a better physique, and if it is not too late, I would like to make one more attempt. Money is, I hasten to add, no object."

Trevor licked his lips. Mr. Schneider was definitely wealthy ? each New Year, he tipped every employee who came into contact with him like a drunken sailor on shore leave. And he was a nice old guy, too.

"Let me see what I can do."

*****

"Hmmmm. Well, I see no reason why we couldn't give him a larger dose than normal. But let's work up to that. We don't want him to have a heart attack and die or something. Start him off at the usual dose and the usual price, and if it works, we can take further steps, all right? Incidentally, you need to start looking out for a replacement."

"What?"

"Brian, bring those two in here. ...Okay. You two stand in front of this mirror. Trevor, these two guys are new to our team. They just started a couple of days ago. Go stand behind them and look at yourself. What do you see?"

"Whoa, I didn't realize?"

"?how big you're getting. I know. You're reaching the upper bounds of what people will accept without asking some questions which you would find very awkward to answer. You came in at 422 pounds last night, and you're nearing six foot seven. You need to stop appearing in public so much ? and when you're out, we can't have people see you at a gym, where people know something about body types and can see you without much clothing in the way. Heck, this Schneider guy figured you out without any prompts, didn't he? Who knows how many others there might be."

"Fuck."

"Why do you think Brian and I stay at home so much? Brian isn't that much bigger than you, but he's already a humanoid invitation for drug testing from any policeman. And I'm thinking that maybe I should stay on my own property, permanently. Mr. Schneider is going to be the last client you sell to in person."

"Aw, come on. How will I get my workouts in?"

"For now, use the back yard and the basement. I have some long-term plans about that which we can discuss later. Do I need to make this an order? Because if I do?"

"No, you're right. I just never thought of this."

"Don't worry, it won't be all bad. Come here and let me take your mind off things."

"Hang on, I need to get my pants off first."

Martin smiled.

"Heck, let me grab a jug or two. Might as well kill two birds with one stone."

[Reeza]

Hmm. Martin almost makes this enterprise sound like a social service agency. Next thing you know, he'll be offering health insurance and a 401K, in addition to the often overlooked benefit of frequent fucking with a massive dick. Drug kingpins just aren't what they used to be.

[Kit Werecat]

Originally Posted by tekuno

Martin's probably-illegal substance is not actually addictive, and although most guys would love to be bigger and stronger, most guys don't want to be ten feet tall and six tons.

< Kit looks around him quizzically >

WHO doesn't?

< Kit shrugs, and grins ruefully >

Okay. More for me then...

Originally Posted by tekuno

As pointed out, Martin knows he can order Brian to do anything at all. He's effectively turned the guy into an unpaid combination butler, amateur cameraman, and living sex toy —

I know. Brian and Trevor look like they're really suffering. Life can be a living HELL, sometimes..

Seriously though, it's beginning to look like what I've been waiting to happen, has finally started happening. Martin is beginning to cross "The Line".

We readers are slowly beginning to be taken into the slightly unnerving shadows of your awesome, dark environment of Martin's evolution. You certainly warned us, and I know we haven't really begun the journey yet; you've just opened the door (or more appropriately, calmly ripped the door off its hinges).

Martin and his sex slaves (sounds corny, but really - isn't that what they are now?) are starting to treat people as small objects. Tiny tools to their own gigantic purposes. And like Gru, Martin is building up an army of small minions, to do his every bidding.

I know I should be concerned at this point. But at least for now, I think the world is going to be dividing up into "Haves" and "Have-Nots". And I get the feeling that being one of Martin's "Haves" is the best place to be. They always say that the warmest and snuggest place to be, is under the wing of the dragon.

I'll probably change my attitude after this story makes some sort of catastrophic change in its arc, but from where I sit right now, there is all this physical pleasure with his buddies, physical enhancement for incidentals, and the only ones remotely being threatened so far, are criminals.

I'll probably change my mind if Martin EATS Brian or something, but we all just need to buckle in, and take the ride.

BTW, how's your story's "Punch List" going? Are we getting close to the dreaded "Point #9"?


As I endlessly say (but mean every word of), this is a great story, Tekuno.

Thank you so much for sharing it with us. These chapters really make my day!

[muscle16a]

Originally Posted by tekuno

Actually, although I haven't had occasion to point it out yet, the stuff they're selling at $100 is diluted and a smaller dose. (Otherwise, they'd run into some supply problems.) It's enough to grow muscle faster than anything else, but not to the extent that Trevor and Brian ? who are getting the undiluted stuff in large doses ? are experiencing.

And, Phil, as well, who, by now, should be experiencing growth that he cannot explain (but probably enjoys).

[wrestlejock646]

This is starting to feels like it should be called "Breaking Huge." I like it a lot!

[The Pecman]

Originally Posted by wrestlejock646

This is starting to feels like it should be called "Breaking Huge." I like it a lot!

Now there's a title.

[convolution]

I loving this story
So Martin can tell his boys what to think .... can he "tell" their bodies how to develop (hairy, smooth, etc)?

Again, thanks for the fun story.

[tekuno]

Originally Posted by Kit Werecat

I'll probably change my attitude after this story makes some sort of catastrophic change in its arc, but from where I sit right now, there is all this physical pleasure with his buddies, physical enhancement for incidentals, and the only ones remotely being threatened so far, are criminals.

It's interesting that I've already said this isn't going to be just a macro story, and the warning said there would be other things, but everyone still thinks Martin is just going to grow. People have a very narrow conception of Superman...

BTW, how's your story's "Punch List" going? Are we getting close to the dreaded "Point #9"?

I could have forced the last one into this part, but decided to let it go a little longer. Technically, I'm pushing in some of the post-checklist stuff already, too, although not to a very great degree.

As I endlessly say (but mean every word of), this is a great story, Tekuno.

Thank you so much for sharing it with us. These chapters really make my day!

Well, thank you. I'll try not to disappoint anyone too much, although it's probably inevitable. But as I say: it's probably good to have a story now and then which is unlike the others on the board, right?

This next part was very difficult to write, which is why it took so long.

I have a tendency to over-explain plot minutia. I always have — the first reasonably-complete MMG story I ever wrote was a continuation of an old, old story, and I spent way too long explaining how the main character could get hold of a particular prescription drug. (My continuation is unpublished, because I don't have permission from the original author, so don't bother going to look for it. I can't even ask for permission because the story has no listed authorship. It's in the downloadable archive, if you have that somewhere, under the title "Potion". Not "The Potion", which is by "Raiensu", but just "Potion", which has a blank where the author's name should be.)

I thought I was at least mostly over that particular problem by now. But, unfortunately, I reached the point where I had enough text to justify posting the next part (I go for at least 220 lines, not counting soft wrapping), reread for typos, and realized that over two thirds of what I had written was a description of how Martin and Trevor were organizing their enterprise and what their plans were in fairly specific detail.

Not that that would be completely boring to everyone on here, but it isn't what this forum is for. After the introductory bits, I try to make sure that at least a little of any part of any story which I post has something romantic or erotic (or both if there's time). If you wanted to read unnecessarily wordy descriptions about how a single character could take over the whole world through his own superior qualities, written by someone who doesn't really have enough knowledge of how the necessary mechanisms work to give a valid blueprint, and utterly impossible in the real world because it involves violations of basic physics (not to mention human decency), then you can do that elsewhere — go to the library and ask for a copy of Atlas Shrugged.

Anyway, enough meta-chatter. You want to see what Martin and co. — heh — are going to do next. Here you go:

(Oh: P.S. the name "B4Bee International" is indeed a bad pun. Ah, jokes in bad Latin, what amusing things will I add to my stories next?)

Aerobic
Part 10

*****

"Damn, that was hot."

"I'm not disagreeing, but..."

"What?"

"You'd think that by now they'd be tired of masturbation videos by now."

"Nope. Second most-requested item, and each one sells better than the previous one. You're particularly big, ho ho ho, in Utah, for some reason. The only thing people want more is a sex video, and you keep refusing to do that."

"We can hide my size to a certain extent when it's just me. If there was a second person, even if it was you or Trevor, it would be obvious how big I am. We don't want anyone poking their noses in to see whether it's really true. End of discussion."

"What a waste."

"You're telling me — if you and Trevor weren't licking up the loads I shoot on tape, we'd even be losing money because of the waste of material."

Martin sighed.

"Everything is going so well, but it's annoying that our profits are limited by my production."

Brian snorted.

"Yesterday we collected more than twenty liters. A week ago it was only seventeen and a half. Each liter is worth around five thousand dollars. What more do you want, anyway?"

"That five thousand is before all the overhead. Not that we're exactly likely to fall into poverty, but... Trevor was unofficially approached by the management of the gym. It seems the owner of the chain has heard about the stuff, and wants to offer it at all the locations, under the table."

"Are you kidding? That's great!"

"Yeah, except that we'd need at least fifty extra liters each day just to meet his initial request. And I've had some ideas for projects we ought to be doing which are going to use up some of it, too."

Martin massaged his testicles. They were already beginning to recover from the video shoot.

"Of course, I don't know that we really need the money, but... well, I might as well wait and see what Trevor says."

*****

"...so since we started, after all the expenses, we made about one hundred forty thousand, but our overhead is rising dramatically. The more product we move through dealers instead of direct sales, the more profit we lose."

"How bad is it going to get?"

"Actually, it's already nearly bottomed out. Since I quit the gym, most of the clients are now through third parties. At this rate, if nothing changes, we ought to pull in about fifty thousand next month, give or take."

"That's with constant production."

"Yes."

"But my production is rising."

As if to emphasize this, Martin pulled his cock out of Brian's ass, where it had been since the beginning of the discussion, grabbed a container from the table and began to fill it. Trevor did his best to concentrate on his laptop screen; he had jacked off at the beginning, but he was beginning to want to do it again now.

"Yes. But we can't make any guarantees about that. The trend has to stop at some point, and we probably shouldn't count on anything we aren't sure about. It's not like we can take you to a doctor."

"Sure we could. Just find one who's using the formula. It couldn't be that difficult. Anyway, it doesn't really matter. Fifty thousand a month, after expenses? We're rich."

"Well, yes, but..."

"What's the take from the porn sites?"

"Hmm? Oh, not much. Not counting the part that Brian stole, about five thousand so far."

"That's our profit, but can you pull up the numbers and see how much the sites were charging people?"

"Uh, sure. Hang on. If we assume that the viewers were all members and ignore the membership fees, they paid... a little under twenty thousand. Hang on while I get the exact numbers. Nineteen thousand, eight hundred forty-six dollars."

"Hmph. The overhead can't be that high. Seems like we'd get more profits by cutting out the middleman."

"What, start a porn site just for you?"

Martin grinned, and picked up Brian's unresisting body.

"Not just me. It's time to put our assets to work."

He flipped Brian around and took a good look at his front side. He chuckled.

"And dickets."

*****

Martin paced back and forth, making the floor creak. Waiting was driving him crazy.

The house next door had changed hands two weeks earlier, which at first had been of only mild interest; that's why there were 12-foot fences, after all. But the new owners had announced their intentions of building a second floor onto the existing structure — and just like that, the back yard had ceased to be private. Even suborning the owners wouldn't be any absolute guarantee against stray guests. And that meant no more sunbathing, no more workouts — in fact, they had had to get rid of all of the "workout gear" in a hurry.

They had had to push forward with his plans faster than he would have liked, before the money was really there. In fact, any ordinary person would have been entirely unable to make the plans work on anything like the necessary schedule. (Of course, an ordinary person wouldn't need to make the plans work. An ordinary person could just put on clothing and go to a gym.) Fortunately, he had... influence — and, after some carefully-distributed free "energy drinks", that influence had reached some very... influential people.

It had been surprising how many of them were already involved, actually, but there was no sense in taking chances. Of course, the plan might have gone through anyway, since there was nothing explicitly illegal about any of it, but none of it would have happened at the same speed. It had only been three days of staying indoors so far, and he was already starting to feel cabin fever. And it would be another three weeks, at a minimum, before he could move. Of course, the boredom was made worse by having to let Brian and Trevor go out and oversee things in person. Even setting up shell corporations — Brian had smirked for days over "B4Bee Holdings International", which Trevor had left that morning to register in Liechtenstein — required a certain amount of actual personal presence, and there was only so much that Martin was willing to farm out to people he didn't know, "influence" or not.

He looked up at the clock again; 5:30. Brian would be back any moment now. He looked at the container on the table, trying to decide if it was worth masturbating instead of waiting for Brian. Masturbating made the whole thing seem like work. On the other hand, it was very well-paid work, he had to admit, since every jug was bringing in thousands of dollars, but even so, it was so much more fun to do the preparation in someone else's ass...

And then there was the issue of not being able to work out in any meaningful way. Of course, in a way that wasn't a problem at all — he hadn't liked to tell even Brian or Trevor about it, but even the SUVs were getting to be too light to offer any challenge any more. But that wasn't the point — he wasn't trying to challenge his strength so much as to keep himself moving. The pleasure of movement was part of the key to keeping himself stimulated enough to keep producing "the formula", as they now called it. Days full of pushups and situps just weren't the same. And he needed to produce more, and more, and more, if his plans for B4Bee International were going to work.

He took one last look at the time, sighed, and began to stroke his cock...

*****

Trevor pulled off his jacket before getting into the truck which had replaced his car two weeks earlier (he was beginning to find the steering column too confining). Even for someone who looked like he was born in a gym and weaned on steroids, he looked very much the worse for wear: getting from the registrar's office in Vaduz back into the U.S. and to his car had taken nearly two days (taxi, train, taxi, and hours and hours and hours of airplane), and at almost every step of the way he had been in spaces designed for much, much smaller people. Even buying two plane tickets to sit on an aisle and free up the next seat hadn't made things substantially more comfortable.

Of course, half the trouble was his clothing. He pulled his tie off (resisting the temptation to simply tear it — it had been expensive and he wasn't certain he wouldn't need it again) and relaxed behind the wheel. He took a deep breath, something he had been afraid to do for days, and smiled as he felt the tears form behind his shoulders, and saw a button pop away from his chest. That was better!

What wasn't better was the suspense. It had been agreed before he left: no contact, or as little as possible, while he was gone. And yet just as he had been boarding the plane, there had been a text from Brian: "New developments, please hurry." He had tried to call back, but there was no response. Now he drove as quickly as he dared — another agreement: no casual law-breaking, lest it bring down attention which might spill over into other things — towards the house. At least there wasn't much traffic.

He got out; everything seemed quiet, and there was no sign of any emergency having occurred. Martin's old car — Trevor smiled as he imagined Martin trying to fit into it now — was still in the garage. He squeezed through the doorway and called out "Hello? I'm home! Anyone here?"

Brian answered him immediately. "Trevor? Help!" His voice shook oddly, and Trevor moved as quickly as he could towards the source.

He found Brian — and Martin — in the living room. Martin was, as expected, even more godlike than he had been when Trevor had left. Trevor guessed he was closer to nine feet tall than eight, now, and every body part was immense. Every muscle stood out with perfect separation and high vascularity, and the thick joints made it clear that Martin's size was not confined to his muscles but extended to his skeletal structure as well. He was kneeling, holding Brian in both hands, pushing his dick into Brian (or, more accurately, Brian onto his dick) over and over again, with the same hypnotic rhythm of his workouts. His head was held back, mouth open, eyes shut. The floor was covered with containers of "formula". Behind Martin were ranks of empty bottles.

"Oh, god, Trevor, swap with me! Please!"

"Huh? What's wrong? What happened to you?"

"He's been fucking me for more than two days! I can't take it any more!"

"Two days? Then where did all these bottles come from?"

"Oh, he pulls out to fill them, but he doesn't let me go and he doesn't stop! And he doesn't respond to anything! I sent you a text, but then I dropped the phone and I can't reach it from here!"

Brian pointed. The near-disposable prepaid phone they had purchased in case of emergency while Trevor was gone was lying in a corner.

"Jesus! How did this happen?"

"The first few days you were gone, Martin was kind of depressed. He kept saying there had to be a way to increase production. Then he spent a day just kind of poking at his balls, and rubbing them. I had to bug him to make him jack off, and we only got about half as much as usual. And then two days ago he woke me up in the morning, pulled me in here, and started fucking, he's like a robot!"

Trevor walked up and poked Martin on the shoulder. There was no response.

"Every time he's ready to come, he pulls me off and fills a bottle without even looking! Then a few minutes later he's back to raping my ass again! I'm hungry like you wouldn't believe! We're lucky the dealers got their supplies before he started!"

"Okay, okay, I get it. Next time he's ready, we'll try to let him release you and take me instead for a while."

"I drank some of the stuff to dull the pain. It did, but all this stopped feeling good more than a day ago! I've been peeing into the bottle I drank from because I haven't been able to get to the bathroom! Please get me out of here!"

"Well, all right. All in the line of duty."

Trevor smiled. This wasn't exactly a problem. He had missed sex with Martin terribly; it had taken all his discipline not to masturbate on the plane, once he discovered how little space he had to maneuver in the tiny restrooms. His rear end had practically ached, the first few nights in Vaduz, because of the sudden lack of stimulation.

"Hurry up! I think he's almost ready!"

Trevor stepped out of his pants and flexed his dick. He tore the shirt off, and grinned...

Martin suddenly started to make a sort of snuffling moan.

"Does that mean he's ready?"

Brian's eyes were wide.

"Dunno. He's never done this before."

Suddenly Martin threw Brian aside; the smaller man landed in a heap. Without opening his eyes, Martin got to his feet, hands wrapped around his throbbing erection. He rubbed it, faster and harder, and the moans grew louder. Finally, he yelled — Trevor and Brian covered their ears, and hoped the neighbors wouldn't try to investigate — and came. Trevor barely jumped out of the way in time, and he and Brian watched as a torrent sprayed out, splattering all over the wall, the floor, and part of the ceiling.

When it was finally over, Martin fell over backward. One of the floorboards cracked from the impact of his torso. Brian and Trevor looked at each other, then rushed forward. Martin wasn't hurt. Brian started to laugh uncontrollably.

"He's asleep. All that and he's fucking asleep!"

"Where are you going?"

"Where do you think, dumbass? I'm going to go eat, then go to the bathroom, and then go to sleep. If the tentacle monster there wakes up, you deal with him. I need a break."

Trevor looked back and forth between Martin and Brian's retreating back. Martin grunted in his sleep; it looked like Trevor wasn't going to get any relief tonight. His erection deflated. Then he sighed, lay down with his head on Martin's arm, and tried to go to sleep.

*****

Trevor was on the plane home, and it was crashing. No, he was on the train out of Vaduz, and it was derailing. Or wait, hadn't he made it home?

He opened his eyes. No, he was at home. And he was just being pushed out of the way because Martin was sitting up. He braced himself for the beginning of a 48-hour orgy.

"Food. Now."

"Huh?"

"Oh, Trevor. Sorry, thought you were Brian. Get me food. Lots of it. Fast."

Trevor got up and went to the kitchen. He puzzled for a minute, and finally reached into the refrigerator and pulled out a bar of cheddar cheese and a leftover half-roast, put them on a plate, and carried them back to Martin, who was still sitting up.

"Ah. Thanks. Maybe not exactly haute cuisine, but I need fast, not fancy. Go get more while I eat this, and then come back. I've got something to show you."

Martin grabbed the cheese, tore off the wrapper, and started eating it like a candy bar. Trevor resisted the desire to grind against Martin's exquisite muscles — there would be time for that later, he promised himself — and went back into the kitchen. He made a bit of an effort, this time, picking and choosing things, and loaded a tray with food — sandwich materials, vegetables, anything that was portable and hefty.

When he returned, Martin was industriously eating the roast. He sat with the tray in front of him while Martin ate the roast, barely chewing. There was a final gulping sound, and then Martin's reached down to grab a loaf of bread.

"So, how was Liechtenstein? Are we all set?"

Martin took a huge bite out of the loaf, and chewed, looking down inquisitively.

"Well, we're registered. B4Bee International is now a tax-paying foreigner-owned enterprise based in Liechtenstein, with nominal branches in Vaduz, Meilen, Luz, Lucerne, and, incidentally, here, and I own one hundred percent of the stock. And I've got the paperwork for buying the others when they're set up."

"Excellent. We'll do the transfers later."

"Um, I don't mean to be pushy, but that was a whole week without sex. Could you...?"

Martin pushed the rest of the loaf into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed. Then he smiled, reaching back down to the tray.

"In a bit. I need food."

"What was all that about, the whole thing you were doing with Brian? He says you were going for two days."

"Oh, I figured something out which will help us, but I needed to keep myself stimulated for a long time to get the details right. I'll show you when I'm done eating."

"What do you mean 'help us'? Are you going to start going unresponsive and fuck mindlessly for days at a stretch? I don't think Brian or I want to be involved in that if you are."

Martin smiled again, and cleared his mouth of bologna. "No, no. Nothing like that. I'll finish all this in about three minutes. Why don't you go get Brian? I wouldn't want him to miss this. It's important."

Trevor got up and went to Martin's bedroom, where Brian was on the bed. He was lying on his back moaning, and the sheets didn't cover his erection. He was holding his rear end off the bed, thrusting his cock into the air over and over.

"Brian? Martin is asking for you."

Brian sat up almost immediately, and licked his lips.

"He wants to fuck some more?"

"No, no, nothing to worry about. You won't have to be fucked again. He says he wants you do see something."

Brian moaned, and stroked his cock.

"You don't understand — I thought I wasn't enjoying it any more, but I dreamed about it all night. When I woke up an hour ago, my ass felt so empty it hurt. I want that cock in me again!"

"Well, maybe you'll get lucky. But it's my turn first, remember. I've been gone for a week."

"All right, all right. No need to get fussy. There will be plenty to go around."

When the two men came back into the living room, Martin was pouring a bag of pretzels into his mouth. He chewed and swallowed, and let out a belch.

"Excuse me. Sorry about all that. After a few days without food, I needed all that. The idea worked, though."

"Idea? What idea?"

"Well, you may remember that I used to go into trances while I was lifting. I think I mentioned at the time that I was 'in' my muscles while it was happening. And look what that did for me."

Martin put up his arms in a double-biceps which would have instantly won him any bodybuilding competition. Both Brian and Martin found themselves having to adjust their stance as their cocks hardened, while Brian actually began to drool.

"Well, in light of our production problems, I started to wonder if that was limited to just my muscles. I was poking at my balls in between orgasms, and I figured out a way that they reacted sort of like muscles. So I went into a trance where I was 'in' my balls, to see what I could find out."

Martin leaned forward.

"I'm mostly refueled now, and I learned a few things worth knowing. Watch this."

Brian and Trevor looked at Martin's baseball-sized genitals as he gritted his teeth, put his hands around the base of his groin, and began to groan. Slowly, the two giant testicles began to pulse larger, pushing out further and hanging lower. When they were approximately the size of volleyballs, hanging nearly to Martin's knees, they stopped growing, and Martin's body untensed. He panted for a few moments.

"That should triple my output. We're going to need bigger containers from now on — Brian, you go find some online and order them right away. Trevor, on Monday you can call the head of your gym and tell him we'll take him up on his offer."

He stretched, and gave a grin.

"It's interesting. I can feel my body trying to tell me more things. I'll have to spend some more time thinking about this."

He flexed a few times, causing Trevor to come spontaneously.

"And now... Trevor, I think you were saying something about missing sex?"

Trevor stepped forward.

[Kit Werecat]

Well.

I'm almost speechless, which is astounding for me. I already feel it starting to pass already.. but I'll give it an extra minute by addressing a few mentioned points:

Originally Posted by tekuno

It's interesting that I've already said this isn't going to be just a macro story, and the warning said there would be other things, but everyone still thinks Martin is just going to grow. People have a very narrow conception of Superman...

Actually, we've got a little more going in that direction than you think. At least I have. Speaking for myself, I am just going where you lead me. Muscle and size growth is all you've let us in on, except a bit of the mind thing, so I speculate on that. I know I could take wild guesses at what you would ultimately do with this story, but if you think about it, that would be in effect, inserting my story in for your own. I like to speculate what may happen in the world you've established so far. Like a kid at Christmas, guessing at a present. He's holding it in his hands, so he knows its not a bicycle or car. It rattles, so its not clothes. So he thinks in the terms of what he's been given, staying in the reality of the info related so far.

It's a special relationship that I as a reader and you as a writer establish. I go where you want to take me. Yes, I know you are eventually going to take me to an edge of a precipice, then gently and warmly, push me off. But that's the deal. And I look forward to where you'll next take me. Then, I'll start speculating on variations of that, as well.

Originally Posted by tekuno

I'll try not to disappoint anyone too much, although it's probably inevitable. But as I say: it's probably good to have a story now and then which is unlike the others on the board, right?

So very right. The fact you do produce highly unusual and original stories, and take me places others do not, is exactly why I like your stories so much. Like this story. Other than what you've told us so far, and given us an insight to possibilities, I have no idea where you're going to go with this.

That is, except that it will probably be dark. But to that, I shrug. The worst that can happen is the end of civilization as we know it, right? Maybe its reduced to endless hoards of food on the run. It will be convenient if Martin can just WILL people to their doom, right? Or maybe its the total obliteration of the planet - city by city, or the whole thing in one colossal orgasm!

Anyway, bring it on. I'm up for anything. As I've said earlier, I'll only be disappointed if it stops getting erotic, and everything is ugly. And that just may be where all this goes. But sometimes stories go there, and I still don't mind the trip.

Loved your comment on Atlas Shrugged, BTW. Couldn't agree more. More like Atlas Dropped the Ball.

As to minutia, that is what fleshes out a fantasy world. The more there is, the more totally believable you feel in it. James Cameron is a big believer of this. So is Joe Kosinski. Ridley Scott is not.

Ii know there's the Do's and Don'ts of writing etiquette, but as a reader, I love to look around in a world that is full of fantastic things.


Addressing your story so far, I find it very interesting that Martin started to cross "The Line" even with his closest buds in this one. It was a bit chilling to watch Martin absent-mindedly using what was once his cherished lover like a cheap sex toy. Makes one sweat a bit at the hinting of possibilities of things to come (if you'll pardon the pun) - just like you wanted.

Still, the Power-Fucking was HOT as hell!!

It's amazing how this business thing is slowly obsessing Martin. One would think just earning enough bread to buy a huge house in a remote place, with all the comforts, would be good enough. Still, a hunger for power takes many forms. You sure this isn't a story about Michael Eisner?



BTW, how's this for a story speculation - what if Martin eventually mutates to the point where the key chemical elements of his "Muscle Formula" goes airborne? Everybody catching a virus that makes them all obedient slaves to Martin's slightest whim? Dan Brown's recent book Inferno gives a person an idea how devastating and earth-changing a single source of an airborne contamination can become.


Thanks again for keeping the story going Tekuno, and I am ready to ride this all the way to the end!!

[Mdlftr]

Kit Werecat:

"Loved your comment on Atlas Shrugged, BTW. Couldn't agree more. More like Atlas Dropped the Ball.

As to minutia, that is what fleshes out a fantasy world. The more there is, the more totally believable you feel in it. James Cameron is a big believer of this. So is Joe Kosinski. Ridley Scott is not."

I totally agree with both points!

Personally, I'm indifferent to the lost relationship with Brian, since Brian clearly saw it only as an opportunity to profit, and he has had the tables reversed on himself.

The scenario is a bit less fun for me right now, as the "gee, look how big I'm getting and whoa, it's different from how I was a while ago" feeling has clearly left Martin. Trevor still seems to have "that loving feeling" but he seems to be the only one.

For everyone else it's "show me the money!"

[Reeza]

Hmmm. So many questions. What is really motivating Martin? Some sort of biological imperative? His body is telling him things? He still talks like a rational human being, but his mind isn't the same. Are the boys now physically dependent on his cock? And does Martin still enjoy sex, or is it just stimulation - a means to an end?

What's bothering me the most is that I don't get the pun in B4Bee International. I studied Latin in high school, but I still don't see it. If ever you needed to explain something, tekuno, it's that goddamn pun!

Congratulations on the unpredictability of this story. Also, the expansion of his balls was unexpectedly hot. I hope he enjoyed it.

[Kit Werecat]

Originally Posted by Reeza

What's bothering me the most is that I don't get the pun in B4Bee International. I studied Latin in high school, but I still don't see it. If ever you needed to explain something, tekuno, it's that goddamn pun!

Yop! I knew I had forgotten to mention something. I too, know a smidge of Latin, and I didn't get it either.

Don't feel singled out, Reeza; you're not alone.

[Mdlftr]

Originally Posted by Kit Werecat

Yop! I knew I had forgotten to mention something. I too, know a smidge of Latin, and I didn't get it either.

Don't feel singled out, Reeza; you're not alone.

Former Latin student (o.k., one year) here and I don't get it.

B4Bee International?

Sounding it out: "bee for bee international"

The only thing that comes to me, and now I'm going all Dan Brown here:

the "Bees" on the baldachino in St. Peter's Cathedral in Rome are the symbol of the Barbarini family, which was the family of the Pope that paid for the baldachino --or something.

Sometimes obscure references are just annoying, like the ones that bad Victorian writers stick at the beginning of chapters to sound erudite:

?Ευτυχία είναι η έννοια και το σκοπό της ζωής, το σύνολο στόχος και το τέλος της ανθρώπινης ύπαρξης?
Aristotle

or, in English:

?Happiness is the meaning and the purpose of life, the whole aim and end of human existence?

OR, in the subtext:
"I'm a pompous ass who likes to throw around obscure languages because I think that impresses people with how smart I am, but it really just reveals my pathological insecurity over my small 'nature'."

Not that this applies to YOU, Tekuno!



Now just tell us what it means!

[Mekal]

Originally Posted by Mdlftr

Former Latin student (o.k., one year) here and I don't get it.

B4Bee International?

Sounding it out: "bee for bee international"

The only thing that comes to me, and now I'm going all Dan Brown here:

the "Bees" on the baldachino in St. Peter's Cathedral in Rome are the symbol of the Barbarini family, which was the family of the Pope that paid for the baldachino --or something.

Sometimes obscure references are just annoying, like the ones that bad Victorian writers stick at the beginning of chapters to sound erudite:

?Ευτυχία είναι η έννοια και το σκοπό της ζωής, το σύνολο στόχος και το τέλος της ανθρώπινης ύπαρξης?
Aristotle

or, in English:

?Happiness is the meaning and the purpose of life, the whole aim and end of human existence?

OR, in the subtext:
"I'm a pompous ass who likes to throw around obscure languages because I think that impresses people with how smart I am, but it really just reveals my pathological insecurity over my small 'nature'."

Not that this applies to YOU, Tekuno!



Now just tell us what it means!

B4B
Beefourbee
Beef or bee?

[Reeza]

Originally Posted by Mdlftr

Former Latin student (o.k., one year) here and I don't get it.

B4Bee International?

Sounding it out: "bee for bee international"

Wait a minute! After a bit of sleep, I think I've got it.

Is it 'beef orbi', as in beef world or beef to the world?

(Once again, what sort of prize have I won, tekuno?)

[nnnrg]

Beef for Beholders, International. No? Yes? Giant tentacle monster, after all.

[Kit Werecat]

Originally Posted by Reeza

Is it 'beef orbi', as in beef world or beef to the world?

By Jove! I think he's got it!!

And that in turn, hints at two possibilities. The happy one (IMHO), where every one eventually gets contaminated and "Beefs Up".

Or the chillingly dark possibility, which I kind of eluded to in my last post:

Originally Posted by Kit Werecat

The worst that can happen is the end of civilization as we know it, right? Maybe its reduced to endless hoards of food on the run.

But that would mean that even at this early stage, Martin had conceived of reducing the general populous to "Fast Food", That is, depending on how quick they can run.

[Mdlftr]

Beef orbi

Beef for the world

"Soylent Green IS people!"

I KNEW IT!

1960s movie reference!!!

Creepy!.....

[tekuno]

I'm breaking my "no replies unless I have a new story segment" rule because this is making me laugh. You're all overthinking this. In Latin:

Before = pre
Bee = apus

B4Bee ≈ Priapus

Consider the source of their funds...

[Reeza]

Originally Posted by tekuno

I'm breaking my "no replies unless I have a new story segment" rule because this is making me laugh. You're all overthinking this. In Latin:

Before = pre
Bee = apus

B4Bee ≈ Priapus

Consider the source of their funds...

WHAT?! We're overthinking it? There is no fucking way any of us would have guessed that. You are an evil, evil man!

[Mdlftr]

Originally Posted by tekuno

I'm breaking my "no replies unless I have a new story segment" rule because this is making me laugh. You're all overthinking this. In Latin:

Before = pre
Bee = apus

B4Bee ≈ Priapus

Consider the source of their funds...

This is as obscure an answer as saying that "once you translate it from the original Sumerian, it's quite amusing!" Like in some corny British mystery!


O.k., Colonel Mustard. Meet me in the conservatory. I have a monkey wrench to show you.........

...then [To borrow an idea from "The Murder of Roger Ackroyd"] I met the Colonel and did what had to be done. .......

[Kit Werecat]

Originally Posted by tekuno

You're all overthinking this. In Latin:

Before = pre
Bee = apus

B4Bee ≈ Priapus

Consider the source of their funds...

No, I don't think you've got it. You see Reeza...

Oh.

Uh, yeah...

[photoguy]

Here's how I envision the group:
http://bodylounger.blogspot.com/2011...ntion.html?m=1

[nnnrg]

Originally Posted by tekuno

I'm breaking my "no replies unless I have a new story segment" rule because this is making me laugh. You're all overthinking this. In Latin:

Before = pre
Bee = apus

B4Bee ≈ Priapus

Consider the source of their funds...

Cute but "Bee" is apis, not apus. Different sound

Good pun, though.

[Kit Werecat]

Originally Posted by nnnrg

Cute but "Bee" is apis, not apus. Different sound

Good pun, though.

Man. Don't you all realize that you are completely DEVASTATING those stereotypes for the whole Nerd/Jock thing? It's so typical for you muscle-headed GIANTS to pound something to DUST!!!!