Having decided to use some of my more interesting abilities to my
advantage in this material world, I recently began my own video
production company. My target audience - the myophiles of the
world.
And by this I don't just mean the ones interested in watching
contests and
pictures on the net; I meant the ones who got off on serious mass
and
extreme muscle growth. I figured with the advances in computer
imaging,
people would think that much of the imagery had been generated.
The
video's subject was mind wiped and facial features altered to
prevent legal
complications when the video was released for sale. Only I knew
what had
really happened.
I started the pilot episode at, where else, Gold's in Venice. The
subject
was a well-known pro just starting pre-competition dieting for
some
exhibition work. He was halfway through his set of single-arm
cable curls
when I isolated him in his environment and removed him from the
current timestream, leaving only the two of us in the gym.
"What the Fu . . .!" he said, trailing off in mid-swear.
"Where did
everybody go?"
"Just you and me," I responded "and we're about to
have some fun . . .
BIG TIME." "Look, homo, I ain't doin' nothin' till I
know what's going on."
"First the rules, big guy. 1. No one knows you're here or
even that you're
gone, so whatever goes on is between you and your
muscle-worshipping
fan. And since more men than women buy your magazines and go to
your shows and yet you continue to pose/perform, you do the math.
2.
Regardless of what happens, no violence. That means toward me or
destroying your surroundings. I don't get off on domination, so
don't
bother. 3. Don't piss me off. What I do, I can undo . . . and I
can make it
permanent."
A dubious look on his face, he opened his mouth and said "why
don't you
just get me outta . . ."
Then I hit him with the first shot. Surprised, he doubled over. He
was 5'9"
when he bent over. As he straightened up, he was looking at me (6')
eye
to eye. "Oh, fuck," he said "this feels
awesome." I kept him growing at a
steady rate over the next few minutes. The oversize T-shirt he
wore for
off-season workouts tightened gradually over his chest as it
bulged
outward to the front and sides, straining the two buttons at the
collar. The
sleeves climbed up over his arms as they lost some of their
off-season
roundness, expanding from 23" to 26" and onward to
29" in a matter of
minutes. Surveying himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but start
to
perform for himself. Slowly inhaling he brought his chest up and
arms
into a front lat spread. As he relaxed, his chest blew out yet
again and this
time pulled the buttons open. He stood open-mouthed at the chasm
revealed by the opening. By now he was at 6'6" and obviously
enjoying
himself if his crotch was any indicator.
He'd had the sense to kick off his shoes in a hurry when he
realized what
was happening, saving him some pain as his feet extended up to
size 14.
Although he was a full 9" taller, the shirt had only barely
cleared the
elastic waist on his baggies, which were gathered tightly around
the base
of his calves. "I guess it's what comes from off-season
clothing," he said.
"Still want to leave?" I asked.
"Not a fucking chance. How did you say this worked
again?"
"I didn't. Only that I get off on size - serious size. I also
get off on guys
who enjoy their size."
"No problem there," he said, "but first I have to
get out of these clothes."
With some effort he then brought his hands in toward the collar of
his
shirt as if to tear it off.
"Uh-Uh-Uh," I said. "We're going to do this the fun
way. Allow me. Three
poses, please -- another front lat spread, a most muscular, and
finish with
a slow and easy front double bicep."
He complied, and I started working a little more on him. He was
incredible at the slow, sensual type of posing, and it made the
results that
much more enjoyable. As he adjusted his stance to accomodate the
pose I
added more fullness to his thighs, making taut even his baggiest
of
baggies. The curves on bottom weren't about to be outdone by what
happened above. As he brought his shoulders up and out for the
first
phase of the pose, they broadened, and broadened, and broadened
until
his shirt sleeve revealed not only his full upper arms but half of
his
shoulders as well. It was hard for me to control myself as I heard
the
tearing of the fabric on the underside of his arms and down the
side of his
lats. He was still grinning as he surveyed himself in the mirror,
lats now
partially exposed and pressing his arms higher and further away
from his
sides.
Obviously pleased with the way the sleeve fabric lay loosely
across his
shoulders, he savored the sight for a few seconds and brought his
arms
fully out. Stepping forward and keeping eye contact with me
throughout,
he lunged forward into his most muscular. The rewarding sound of
fabric
pulling across his traps and down the front of his chest as they
filled out
even more. A few more solid pumps at the bottom assured him that
he
was finished here. Standing again to survey himself, he saw that
the holes
his sides had increased and were pulled tightly across the front
to reveal
the outer curves of his massive chest. Not able to contain
himself, he
bounced them a couple of times just to see them in action.
Smiling again, he slowly and deliberately started his front double
bicep.
Out of stage habit I guess, he looked up just prior to performing
the
pose. All the better, I thought, as he couldn't see me mutter to
myself the
words "going up . . ." He was halfway through the pose
before he realized
what was happeining. His arms reached the level of his shoulders
as I saw
the bottom of his shirt climb up over his navel, revealing the
brick wall of
his abs. As he pulled his fists into the heads of heads of his
biceps, I
defied him to finish the pose by swelling his upper arms past
anything yet
seen on stage or fantasy mag. Grunting and taking up the
challenge, he
fought a pumped more effort into it. Even as his body grew toward
7 feet,
I continued to feed him additional body mass until his arms
reached 40".
Chest heaving, he threw down his arms, reached across his chest and
pulled the remnants of his 'oversized T' from his newly acquired
stature.
Although the waistline of his baggy pants was still intact and
clinging to
the top of his swollen thighs, the side seams had given out
completely
during this last episode. Disregarding the fabric hanging between
his legs,
he reached for the waist and ripped them off as well revealing his
immense 58" thighs. Although his cock had grown a bit, at
6" soft it still
seemed to lag a bit in comparison. Filling out what was left of
his boxer
briefs, he noticed this as well.
"How about some hands on work now?" I asked.
"After what you just did for me, you can touch me anywhere
you want."
Not wanting him or it to get too large before I had a chance at
this piece
of meat, I started slowly. First I took the liberty of tearing off
his briefs so
as to have full access. I like taking a guy in first and then
letting him
harden, and this is how I proceeded here. If the groans were any
indication, he enjoyed to heightened sensations his new size
brought as
well. I continued to minister to his needs, occasionally circling
the glans
with my tongue prior to swallowing him. As I continued I allowed
this
lagging body part to catch up to him, enjoying his gasps as it
continued to
come out longer and fuller than it went in. Finally he gave in and
I was
rewarded by several volleys of hot cum from his balls, which had
swollen
to the size of small oranges during our intercourse.
"Time for a break," I said. "Why don't you get to
know yourself before we
move on."
"Why don't you give me some stats? I like to measure my
progress with
the mirror and the tape."
"Very well. You're at about 7 feet in height and wiegh in at
650 pounds.
Not a bad growth spurt I'd say."
"Fucking A, man. You said you get off on size, why don't we
see how
much more we can get you off."
"You want more already?" I asked.
"Fuck, yeah. I don't want to stop until you're completely
satisfied and
devastated by me. I loved being a freak before, walkin around with
everybody staring and wanting to touch me; now there's just you,
and
you can touch me all you want, making it better every time -- with
this
body, there's no telling how much I'm gonna love seeing myself get
huge
and pumped."
"Enough talk, now I'm going to give you some tongue
action." He stood
up straight as I moved in toward his pecs. I love working over a
guy's
chest, especially the base of the chest where it meets the abs.
The harder
they flex and work to make it unreachable, the better it is. What
he didn't
know was that I never liked having to bend over to do it, so I
blew him
out quickly as I moved in.
"Holy Shit!" he cried. "It's happening again."
When I was done I was standing eye-level with a set of pecs that
jutted
out from his ribs by almost 6 inches. Nipples the size of gumdrops
hardened to my tongue's touch across them. I looked up between his
pecs
to see him smiling down at me again. Realizing what I wanted, he
brought his arms together around my head, crushing my face between
the
swelling mountains of his chest.
"In-fucking-credible," he said. His voice rumbling lower
yet with this latest
cycle. "Anything else you want rub your face in, like my
thighs?" he
laughed.
"Not just yet. Although I would like to go for something a
little different."
"Such as . . .," he responded.
"Let's blow you out to off-season proportions."
"I normally wiegh in at 240 for contests and 290 off-season,
what good
would 50 pounds of water and fat do?"
"50 pounds at 5 foot 9 is about 20% over and above your
competition
body weight," I started. "Now that you're up around 950,
that 20% comes
out to be . . ."
"Omigod," he said as what was about to happen sunk in.
I was a full staff just thinking about the changes. Although not a
fan of
fat, off-season bodybuilders, I love a full, round, smooth men
pumped
out and still strutting their stuff. As his arms and chest lost
their definition
and were replaced by thicker rounder slabs of beef, my cock was
throbbing and would need some relief soon. He groaned in ecstasy
as his
head and chin were forced up by the upward expansion of his traps
and
pecs. Soon he was unable to look down at me fully without bending
at the
waist which along with his belly had blown out to an amazing
display of
roidgut. Threatening to push me away even as it grew. His legs,
once
heavily striated, thickened out to fully round barrel size thighs
hanging
from the bone. The slightest movement of his knees sent the
amazing
mass swaying from side to side. I was in hog heaven as he dipped
his
right shoulder down and presented me his 55" fully pumped
bicep for my
inspection.
As he re-stood, I pressed myself up over his belly and once again pressed
my face into his chest. He complied immediately by bouncing and
flexing
them in my face. This sent me over the top. I could no longer
contain
myself as I threw my head back, eyes closed, and reached down for
my
throbbing member. I gave several long, satisfying groans as I
unloaded
thinking of nothing but how much more I wanted. Then I realized
that he
had been groaning along with me and I opened my eyes and looked
straight out at his belly button.
"Oh, Shit." I said, "I must have lost control a
bit." The same enormous
pecs which had been at eye-level now loomed a foot-and-a-half over
my
head. I looked up, unable to take him all in at once at this new
size. The
smile on his face hid nothing.
"You can lose control like that any day," he said as he
bent over and
curled his arm around me. Lifting me up to his eye-level, I took
it all in.
He had to have been 10 feet tall now and, still at off-season
proportions,
wieghed over a ton. He pulled me firmly toward his face, my entire
thorax
hanging down over his pecs. I could feel my cock, hard again,
trying to
press into the crevice between them. After kissing me, he lowered
me
slowly, intentionally sliding me down the front of his body. I
shivered as
my face was dragged down his chest, my arms stretched wide in an
attempt to assess their size. I finished my downward slide by
bringing my
hands together along the underside of the 8 inch overhang of
chest. As
my feet re-touched the floor, I allowed my face to drop and bury
itself in
the only patch of hair on his body, breathing heavily down the 12
inches
of rapidly-stiffening meat at my chin.
"Better let me handle this one," he said. Using his
ample pre-cum as to
lubricate himself. He quickly worked himself up to 2 feet pointed
stiffly
upward. Even his enormous hands could barely contain the width of
his
staff. Grunting and perspiring in true gym fashion, I watched
(careful to
keep myself in control) as he released quarts of cum through the
air and
over the empty benches. "Always wanted to do that," he
concluded. He
then walked over to one of the standard olympic bars on a nearby
station,
picked it up and planted it's end on the ground next to him. At
his new
size, the top end of the bar fell between his navel and pecs.
"I'm gonna
need bigger equipment to work out this bod." With that he
took the bar
by the end and flipped it up over his head. With his other hand,
he
grabbed the free end and brought the bar down across his traps as
if to
prepare for squats. His shoulders now being almost as broad as the
bar
itself, it was almost funny to watch his arm strain in or to make
it all the
way down. In the end, however, he made it but not without
seriously
bending the bar over his bulging neck.
"How about taking me back to contest shape?" he asked.
Wanting nothing else but to see him happy, I started in on him
again. But
rather than allowing his skin to shrink-wrap itself over the
muscles, I went
again for a size increase. First allowing his frame to grow into
his
muscular proportions and then adding to it. "Fuck, yeah. If
this keeps up,
I'll need to go outside just for room to breathe." I was now
eye-level with
his crotch and looked up at one of the happiest bodybuilders on
the
planet. Although there was plenty of room between his head and the
ceiling, I figured the equipment must be making it difficult for
him to
stand. In addition, the doors leading out would soon be too small
for him.
"Very well, let's see if some fresh air will help you
along." I circled around
him dragging my hands across him as I went. My hands caressed
calves
that were 20" across and hard as boulders. I indulged in
kissing his
hamstrings and quads just to feel his immensity against me again.
Motioning for him to exit through the back of the place, he
carefully made
his way across the room to where the back gates were chained shut.
Effortlessly he reached down and grabbed both chains and began to
pull.
The groan of the metal weld weakening and finally snapping on both
chains filled the room. As they broke, he allowed the pieces to
fall aside
and pushed opend the chain-link gates. Stepping through the door,
he
commented "I've still got a few feet before the door would
have been a
problem."
Preparing for the finale, I made my way to the other side of small
lot
behind the gym. "What did you just say?"
"I said there was still room for me to make it through the
doors," he
replied, only just realizing the error of his statement.
In the short time, I had started to really work him. With no
ceiling and
plenty of space I let it go as I poured more and more into him.
"Aw, fuck," his voice booming, "I am fucking
incredible."
I continued working on him as he turned around and realized that
he was
now almost as tall as the building -- 26 feet of man-muscle. Pose
after
pose he gave as his frame expanded. Reaching down, his cock
exploded
at first touch and sent cum flying out over the cars in the lot
and into the
street. "Shit, at this size, there's only one place to go and
get cleaned up
after that."
I watched as he turned to his right so as to make his way down to
the
beach. At this scale he seemed to be moving in almost slow motion.
The
only affirmation of his size came with the crashing of his feet on
the
pavement. BOOM, BOOM, BOOM as each massive thigh trembled with the
landing of the foot. His shoulders must have swayed several yards
from
side to side as I watched him walk away. Oddly enough, not fading
into
the distance as one might have thought . . .
Fade to black.