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Speeding

Ross slammed his foot on the gas and sped away from the gym parking lot. He was pretty sure that no one had seen him sprinting away from the building, but he didn't want to hang around and find out if he was right.

Heath, the undisputed gym alpha, had sauntered into the locker room, his body sweaty and swollen from a workout that was so intense, it would have broken a normal man like Ross. As Heath made his way to the showers, Ross took the opportunity to quickly swipe the hunk’s gym bag. Ross rummaged through the bag as he ran from the gym. Beneath all the empty protein shakers and musty gym clothes, he found the object of his desire. The keys to Heath’s legendary truck. It was huge, masculine, and complete overkill for a normal college-aged guy, but a titan like Heath simply needed the space. It was well known that Heath would take the hottest chick at any party back to his truck, only for them to limp away hours later with a dazed grin plastered on their faces. Ross knew he could get a decent price for the truck if he managed to get it over state lines.

Ross unlocked the heavy door and pulled himself up into the driver's seat. The rail-thin punk felt tiny in the large leather seat that was clearly made for a much bigger man. The size difference between the two men was so intense that Ross could hardly reach the steering wheel. He fumbled around beneath the seat to find the adjustment, his hand feeling around discarded condom wrappers and half-eaten protein bars. He pulled the seat forward as far forward as it could go before turning the key and starting the engine.

The feeling that Ross felt as he stepped on the gas and the engine roared to life caught him by surprise. He knew it was just a truck, but there was something about being encased in this overcompensating hunk of machinery that made him feel different. It made him feel strong. It made him feel powerful. Ross pulled out of the gym parking lot with a burst of speed, not caring that he cut off a small Prius in the process.

As Ross speed away, the leather of the seat began pulling at the exposed skin on his back. Ross wriggled his slender hips and pushed himself higher in the seat to relieve the tension. After the alterations, he felt slightly hunched over, like the pedals and steering wheel were a bit close, so he set the seat back an extra notch. Feeling a little hot, he also turned up the aircon before he turned his attention back to the road in front of him. That’s when he saw it. The muscles in his normally bone-thin forearm were rippling and flexing under his skin. Shocked, Ross pulled the truck over in a quiet side street.

By the time the truck came to a halt, Ross’ whole body was shifting and changing. Ross gripped the wheel tightly as his bones painfully stretched longer and broader. His muscle fibres tore and flexed as pound after pound of lean mass swelled across his frame. His swelling quads and package forced his legs to adopt a wider stance. His feet swelled in size so much that they now completely obscured the polished metal of the gas pedal beneath them. Finally, Ross tore this shirt off, exposing his newly sculpted torso to the cool air of the car.

As the growth seemed to slow, Ross looked up into the rear-view mirror before gasping. He’d taken more than just Heath’s prized truck. Heath’s handsome reflection stared back at him with steely blue eyes instead of the normal weedy little punk reflection that he was so used to seeing. Soon his hands were roaming over every inch of his new body, feeling the raw power of the muscle that he now possessed including the obscene bulge in his pants.

The feverish self-worship was only interrupted by a call coming over the truck's speakers. “I don’t know who you are, but please bring my truck back, I’ll pay you anything!” a pitched high-pitched voice pleaded. Ross smiled to himself and hung up before firing up the engine once more. With his new physique, he felt much more at home behind the wheel. His movements were much more decisive and commanding. As he pulled onto the highway out of town, he wound down the window and leaned one of his swollen forearms on the windowsill. He loved the feeling of the cool air on his exposed torso. Ross sped off into the distance, ready to start his life as a new man.

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An Upgrade

Sorry for making people wait so long for another story. Needing to work some long hours which really makes it tough to write. Hopefully this one's worth the wait :)

Andre was pissed. He had been out on the town and a smoking hot Russian chick named Sofia had approached him in a bar. Sofina had the type of small, slender, supple physique that drove Andre wild as she pressed herself against his muscular frame caressing his huge pecs. Her hands drifted south, feeling the defined ridges of his abs before drifting lower still. Her eyes bulged as her hand gently brushed his sizable cock, the imprint of his boner clearly visible through his pants. 

After several hours of flirting, Sofia had asked him for a private personal training session. Andre jumped at the chance to spend more time with the bombshell. But his mood quickly turned when he turned up at her house the following morning to find he’d be giving the PT session to Sofia’s significantly older husband Dimitri, rather than her. 

What followed was a grueling half an hour of being forced to pose with the old man while Sofia took photos. “Smile my future muscle man!” she called as her husband gave a thumbs up to the camera with a cheesy grin on his face. Andre stood by clearly pissed with a dark brooding expression on his face. Dimitri had even taken his shirt off revealing his saggy old man body. Both Sofia and Dimitri had pressured Andre to strip off his shirt too, so they could see his muscular torso. If Andre had been alone with Sofia like he had planned, he would have happily complied, but this Dimitri guy was giving him the creeps. 

The old man got increasingly vulgar as time passed. It started reasonably innocently, the old man asking how much he could bench or how big his biceps were but increasingly got more and more out there from “I bet a big young man like yourself beds many many women” to “I bet your large penis would make my wife orgasm many times”. Andre was incredibly uncomfortable with the prying old man.

Eventually, Dimitri snapped - “I’ve got shit to do, so let’s get this over and done with” he grumbled as he not so gently shoved the older man away from him. “Yes, let us begin with the workouts so I can become swole”, Dimitri said, beckoning for Andre to follow. “See you soon my muscle man!” Sofia called as the two men walked away. Dimitri led Andre through the massive house until the two came to a huge home gym. Andre was in awe. The gym was completely kitted out with the latest gym equipment, large floor-to-ceiling mirrors, and a collection of free weights that put the collection at his bodybuilding gym to shame. 

“Where to start muscle man?” Dimitri said gesturing across the large gym. “Some with some basic curls I guess” Andre shrugged. “Many years since I worked out last,” Dimitri said shaking his head confused, “You show me”. Dimitri went and grabbed a pair of hefty dumbells. He grunted as he curled the heavyweights, his biceps swelling in size. “Such power!” Dimitri exclaimed, as he walked around the muscle-bound man, “You would not believe, but I was quite a specimen when I was younger”. Andre's face was red with exertion as he tried to block out the old mans rambling. “I commanded attention, a real man's man”, the old man laughed. “But now I am an old man, I am nothing,” Dimitri said, his tone shifting to something more serious, “the young men plot my downfall and my wife goes unsatisfied”. “What the fuck old man?” Andre said as he paused his exercise to turn towards Dimitri. 

Suddenly Andre felt a pinch in his neck. The heavy weights in his hands clanged to the floor as his body became paralysed. Dimitri came into his view, a thin syringe in his hands. Andre’s eyes were darting across the room, looking for a way to escape as his fight or flight instinct kicked in. “Don't worry son, the paralyze will wear off soon” Dimitri said, a wicked look on his face, “but before, we must get job done”. Dimitri adjusted a large golden ring on his finger as he walked behind Andre. 

The older man reached his hands out towards Andre’s wide back, feeling the ripping muscle under the bodybuilder’s athletic singlet. “So wide, so perfect,” Dimitri said as his hands roamed the expansive back in arching circles, “and to think it will be mine”. The ring on Dimitri’s finger began to glow red, and his palms began to sink into the larger man's back.  

As the older man's hands sunk into his flesh, Andre felt his hands go numb as a foreign presence entered his body. Dimitri on the other hand felt an incredible rush of sensations as the innate feeling of his stiff older hands was replaced by something more powerful. He pushed his arms further into Andre’s back, marveling at the strength he felt overcome him as his feeble sticks were replaced by the feeling of Andre’s colossal cannons. 

“Please don’t do this,” Andre begged. Dimitri snickered, "maybe if you didn't try to fuck my wife, I'd feel sorry for you". With that he closed his eyes and pushed his head and torso into the giant’s back. As his head disappeared into the mounds of flesh, he felt a rush of sensation come over him as the rest of his body was sucked in behind him. Overwhelmed, his head span and he completely lost his balance and fell forwards. Muscle memory kicked in and caught his weight and he dropped to one knee. 

His eyes shot open and his senses were completely overwhelmed with foreign sensations. The feeling of thick, coarse hairs all over his chin and body. The fabric of his singlet pulled tight across his chest. All the sights and sounds of the room come through more vivid and clearer. The pungent, musky aroma seeping out of his pores. The strange sensation of simply taking up more space. It was all so overwhelming.

As he composed himself, he became aware of his impossibly large chest cavity his powerful lungs inhaled and exhaled. He looked down to be greeted by a thick quad, its tremendous size, separation, and feathering hinting at the thousands upon thousands of hours it’s owner had spent in the gym to grow such a colossal muscle. And now it was his.

He pushed himself to his feet, marveling at the raw power in his lower body. He looked down at his thick, calloused hands. His eyes followed the spider web of veins up his meaty forearms, to his bulky biceps and triceps. He flexed his arms slightly, watching his arms explode in size as the muscles expanded and contracted. 

His eyes were drawn to his hulking form in the gym mirror. His athletic singlet was stretched to breaking point by his barrel chest and thick traps. He slowly peeled the singlet off his torso, the sound of several stitches popping under the strain as he struggled to get the garment over his substantial chest and shoulders. 

Demitri paused as he saw his new shirtless form for the first time. Demitri had had a decent solid physique in his youth but his new form was on another level. Every muscle of his torso was thick, swollen, and cross-crossed in thick angry veins from his heavy slab-like pecs to his cobblestone abs and impossibly wide lats. Demitri ran his meaty fingers through the thick pelt of fur that covered his pecs and abs feeling the granite muscle underneath. Catching a glimpse of his massive arms, he couldn't resist bringing them up into a double bicep flex, intoxicated by the strength coursing through his veins.

His eyes were drawn to his colossal quads next, so wide that they forced each other apart. He rolled up the legs of his shorts, exposing more and more of the solid mass. A pang of pleasure coursed through his body as the action of rolling up his short legs exposed the tip of his penis to the cool air of the gym.

Intrigued, Demitri slid down his workout shorts, causing his monstrous package to burst forth, its heavy weight slapping loudly against his thigh. Demitri stood stunned as he gazed upon the monstrous appendage attached to his crotch. It was huge, thick, and angry looking, its solid mass protruding slightly due to the hefty balls it nestled on. He gently reach out and grabbed it with one of his saucer-like hands. Fuck - he was still soft. 

The thought of the power he now possessed sent him over the edge, his hands exploring every inch of his cock as it began to slowly engorge with blood growing somehow even bigger and thicker. Within moments, he was fully hard, his beautiful cock standing slightly less than perpendicular to his body due to its sheer weight. "I’m perfect," he grunted as he took in his hyper-masculine form, a glob of thick pre-cum oozing from the tip of his cock. 

“Where is my husband?” a voice behind him cried. He turned to find his wife standing in the doorway, a stunned look on her face. “I’m right here babe”, Demitri said, the thick Latino accent feeling strange as it came out of his mouth as he gestured to his body, “I got a bit of an upgrade”. 

Before she could comprehend what was happening Demitiri had scooped his wife up in his arms, her thighs resting on either side of his sculpted torso. Her eyes went wide as she felt Demitiri’s python beneath her. As she gazed into his eyes, a moment of realisation flowed over her as the confused look on her face twisted into one of pure lust. 

She reached up and grabbed him by the neck pulling Demitiri’s lips to hers. They embraced for a few moments, Sofia’s nostrils being assaulted by her husband's new deep musky scent. Demitri's system was being flooded with hormones he hadn’t felt in years. Wild with lust, he tore off his wife's lingerie and lined up his throbbing member with his wife's waiting hole.

He reveled in her screams and he slowly impaled her on his cock. This was the true alpha body he deserved. He would crush the pathetic young men that had tried to take advantage of his advancing years. But first, he was going to fuck his wife so hard that she wouldn’t be able to walk straight. Sofia let out a high-pitched moan as he thrust himself into her, the first of many toe-curling climaxes she would have that day. 

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Superior

Impossible broad. Freakish. Inhuman. Lee’s mind raced as it tried to comprehend the sheer size of the monstrous back in front of him. The sheer width of it exploded out of the sides of a gym stringer, its thin fabric stretched to breaking point by the sweaty mass that it feebly tried to contain. Slabs of muscle rippled and rolled, their blood-gorged forms fighting for space, as their owner rolled his shoulders back to try and relieve some of the pump he’d built over several hours in the gym.

Men like Rex were just bred differently. With his hulking frame and potent masculinity, he more closely resembled a beast than a man. Men like Rex did not concern themselves with the trivial concerns of lesser men like Lee. They were undisputed alphas living in their own world of muscle, power, and sex. A god like Rex paid no heed to Lee as he tortured his body for hours. Lee had stayed behind long after the other gym goers had fled Rex’s powerful stench and rumbling grunts as he pushed himself through a workout that would break an ordinary man. The only thing that mattered to Rex was the iron - the feeling of blood swelling his muscles beyond their already freakish resting state.

Now he was basking in the fruit of his labours, resting on a bench as his tired muscles twitched and spasmed beneath his thick skin. Even if he wasn’t in such a euphoric state, Rex would have paid no mind to someone like Lee approaching him from behind. What would an alpha predator like him have to fear from a mere mortal?

Lee knew he was breaking every rule in the book, but the urge was just too strong. He'd been so enchanted by Rex since he had first laid eyes on him a few hours ago. That feeling had only grown and he knew if he didn’t take his chance, he’d be a hollow man forever more. Lee slowly reached out his hand towards Rex’s hulking, sweaty frame. His hand paused briefly as he felt the heat radiating off the mass in front of him, the sheer pheromones and stench coming off the man made his eyes water. Lee balled his hand and extended a thumb towards the bulge in Rex’s neck where his two meaty traps met. With a firm push, Lee placed his thumb into the hard muscle, placing pressure on the mind chakra point at the base of the next. Rex instantly froze as he felt a sharp pressure build in his spine.

Although he remained motionless, Rex’s muscles continued to spasm as Lee applied more pressure. For a normal man, that technique would have disrupted his chi for hours, but with a giant like Rex, he probably only had a few moments. Lee’s hands quickly began to roam the giant's figure, feeling the sweaty groves of his muscles. The exploration soon turned into a full-on worship session, Lee tearing off Rex’s singlet and exploring his bulging torso and meaty abs. Lee’s tongue explored the salty sweat on Rex’s chest before he rammed his into the giant’s hairy armpit. As he licked the groves of Rex’s abs, his nostrils caught a whiff of an irresistibly salty-sweat smell. Lee quickly pulled down the front of Rex’s gym shorts, gasping as an 11-inch monster burst free. Like the rest of him, Rex’s cock was huge and thick, somehow perfectly in proportion with his massive frame.  

The end of Rex’s mushroom head oozed precum and his huge balls swelled as Lee gingerly explored the length of his swollen shaft. Somehow, even completely unconscious, Rex’s body still lusted for worship. The giant above him moaned slightly. Lee’s eyes went wide. He’d indulged himself too long. He needed to get away before the giant woke or else he was a goner. But he struggled to pull himself away, mesmerised by the body in front of him. He was compelled to worship the perfect specimen in front of him. 

Rex stirred again. Lee began to panic, his compulsion to flee fighting his lust. Rex’s eyes fluttered a few times. Lee panicked. He couldn’t give up this feeling. He needed it to continue. He quickly reached around behind Rex’s head and jammed his thumb into the mind chakra point once again. With his free hand, he jammed his finger into the tender flesh at the base of Rex’s penis where Rex’s masculine chakra resided. As the giant flinched in pain, Lee closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to Rex’s. 

Rex’s eyes shot open as Lee’s body crumbled to the floor. The giant looked at the young Asian man’s crumpled frame on the ground for a few moments, before his attention was drawn to the sight of his own large, callused hand. Rex curled the meaty appendage into a fist, his eyes following the sprawling web of veins that travelled up his flexed forearm and into his swollen bicep. He heaved himself to his full height, his raging hard-on catching his eye as it stood proudly at a 90-degree angle. Rex gingerly reached down and caught a blob of precum on one of his meaty fingers before bringing it to his mouth. He gingerly licked his finger, his taste buds firing as the salty-sweat flavour filled his mouth. 

Lee began to feverishly worship his new body, running his hands all over his new meaty form. At that moment, he didn't care that he had broken the sacred rights. His huge meaty hands found their way to his raging cock. He didn’t care if the elders would seek to punish him. He furiously explored the length of his shaft, the stimulation overwhelming his sense. He was a god among men now. He let out a guttural moan as he sprayed seed all over his towering form. He’d like to see those lesser mortals try.

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Chester and Henry only met for the first time when they were both men in their late 30s. But the connection was there from the beginning and each men found each other to be irresistible, so a marriage eventually happened several years after the first encounter and here they are celebrating their 5th anniversary. They also have a plan ready to be put in motion

"Excited for today?"

"Truly. That poor guy won't see it coming,"

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"I told you to not misuse my kindness, but I guess you dimwit are simply too arrogant to think I wouldn't catch on you seducing my husband, so consider this as your punishment," said Henry while pinning his surprised old body down to the tile, the look of shock and confusion plastered on his old face

Henry hired Gustavo as their "property manager" to basically take good care of his property that he shared with his husband, Chester. The young studly man was one of the son of this client Henry have to help in his annual pro-bono case. The fine young stud always accompanied his aging father throughout the court ordeal until they won their case, yet that devotion caused young Gustavo to have a hard time getting picked up for jobs since he practically stopped working for months to accompany his dad. He did odd jobs in an upscale restaurant and this rather shady gym near their house, and that keeps the family afloat. So, Henry offered some generous pay for Gustavo as long as he maintain Henry's apartment and vacation house some 3 hours drive away from Downtown, but who would have thought that not only Gustavo seduced/followed through with Chester (Henry's husband) seduction while housekeeping and/or pool cleaning, he even willingly desecrated the master bedroom with their bodily fluid. Hence the drastic punishment Henry decided to gave Gustavo, who can only plead for mercy and stated that all the idea came from Henry's husband and he simply didn't want to lose his jobs by refusing his employer's spouse request. But Henry didn't budge and basically banish Gustavo into his aging body anyway while locking him inside the property so he cannot escape

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Once back to the main house, Henry decided to give a good thorough check of his new physique. Seeing from the outside is one thing, but experiencing the fact that your own reflection is this studly and you can feel all the sensation, practically makes me wet. The gorgeous hair, the perfectly chiseled jaw and nose bridge, the 8-pack abs below the sturdy set of pecs.

Not long after, Henry's husband, Chester, joined him in the bathroom with a smile and no shirt on

"Look who we got here, the mastermind," Henry said with a grin

His husband just chuckled as he admired Henry's new physique

"I assume he's not aware of the whole ploy,"

"Blindsided. You fooled him to perfection, babe. Oh, let me repeat. You completely fooled me, Mr. Chester,"

"Fuck you hahahah, you nailed that accent perfectly,"

"I hope that's not the only thing I'm nailing today,"

Chester just smiled seeing both of their dicks growing harder within their respective briefs. The lust and tension is palpable, but it feels like it's gonna be such a waste if they directly go for it, so a little bit more foreplay won't hurt.

"Don't you want to inform Ella to cancel the date you planned with her tonight?"

"Oh, how stupid I am. Let's take a selfie and distress that chick then with ut, because I'm not planning to get out anytime soon,"

"Fuck, we're so hot. But I think it will be even crazier if there's a young ginger stud out there that I can use to match your stamina, any names or faces appeared on your mind?"