Formula Friends 3

[ghostwriter]

Formula Friends Part 3
***Before I begin this sequel, I want to apologize for not continuing this story so soon. I just completed a Masters degree and may be seeking a further one. So this is part three. Parts one and two may be found in the ?Continuous MG? section. Enjoy!***

Frank had been asleep for quite sometime. All he could dream about was his black titan waiting next to him as he woke up. Frank had been growing after all. After his encounter with the now 775 pound Curt, Frank was at 480 lbs. Of solid muscle. He would put any Mr. O to shame. However, compared to his roomate, Frank looked very small. Such fascinating dreams?
Curt sat next to his roommate. Steadily stroking his 22? cock, Curt could feel how big he was. Every deep breath he took in made his muscle flex a little. He enjoyed every minute of it. His chest hair lying neatly across his mammoth chest. ?So this is what it feels like to be a monster? he thought. Then another thought came to mind. There was no way he could go out into public this big. At this point, his friend couldn?t either. How were they gonna pay bills and put food (and lots of it) on the table. Well, Frank could use Curt?s cum to grow, but it was not as potent as the formula itself. Curt went to the kitchen and grabbed the empty pitcher and made more of the formula. He would at least be able to feed his muscles off of that. He would, however, get even bigger. So not a problem?
Frank woke up with a start. He looked at the tent protruding from his sheets and laughed. Now he wasn?t so little anymore. He guessed himself closer to 500 lbs. Rock solid. This had to be the cum. Frank thought how big he saw Curt look when he passed out. Just then, he heard the pitcher slam on the kitchen table. Curt was not done growing yet. Frank stepped into the kitchen stark naked as he now had no other clothes to fit. Curt was still in the process of growing. Frank could only watch as his Nubian titan became his Nubian god. Curt, however, despite his greatest wishes, still had what looked like a roid belly. Six pack could be seen but it distended just a little. Frank?s 16? cock sprang to attention as Curt grew even more. Curtis turned around and saw Frank jacking off to his muscle growth. ?Measure these shits dawg, I think they gonna come out my skin or some shit,? Curtis bellowed. Frank rushed to get the tape, but it was no use. Frank had to combine the measurements of the tape. When it came down to the estimates, Curt?s bicep was about 67? around. Frank couldn?t go any further and decided to beg Curtis to fuck him. Curtis tossed a bottle of oil at Frank and had him oil his gargantuan muscles. He flexed them hard and long, letting the blood rush to them and pump them up even more. Curt then had an idea on how they could pay their bills. It was genius, and in their current state, it was one of the few that could work. Curt turned to Frank and said, ?Have you ever heard of muscle worhsip??. . .
**Someone please continue***