Short Story: Stuffing Your Face

Short Story: Stuffing Your Face

The waiter places yet another tray of grease-laden food in front of him. A huge double bacon cheeseburger, with mountains of chips, and a double serving of fried chicken. The giant across from me rubs his strong hands together with glee. “Great, I’m starving!” he says excitedly as he picks up the burger in his big mitts. “You sure I can’t interest you in a bite?” he asks as he waves the greasy burger in my face. The smell of it is nauseating. I feel so incredibly full that just the thought of taking a bite of that fatty abomination makes my stomach churn. Before today I never would have put such poison into my body. “Oh well, all the more for me then”, he smiles as he takes a huge bite of the burger. As he chews, meat juice drips down his chiseled chin onto his mammoth pecs.

I want to run away but I’m my fat ass is stuck in this booth. As he swallows the masticated mix of fat and salt, the grease drip soaks into his chest and disappears. I look down and see another grease stain appear on the white t-shirt that is struggling to contain my saggy man tits. He smiles as he notices the stain before taking another massive bite.

The beast opposite me wolfs down the food in front of him in minutes, licking his thick fingers clean before leaning back in his chair stuffed. I can see his bloated stomach straining against his USA flag muscle singlet. “Fuck that was good!” he says, rubbing his swollen gut. Even though it’s so full of food, you can still clearly see the powerful ridges of abs through the fabric.

“Your turn,” he says mischievously as he continues to rub his stomach. Suddenly my feeling of fullness begins to grow as if I was having a second thanksgiving dinner straight after my first. My gut swells further past the waistband of my pants, spilling over the sides of the elastic. My man boobs sag further, and my arms become flabbier. I can feel myself become weaker and weaker as my back slides down the back of the booth. If I could even still see it, I’d notice my cock was shriveling in on itself inside my pants. What little definition I have left in my face gives way to a softer, rounder appearance.

While this is happening, the man opposite me groans as his bloated stomach begins to recede. The veins across his body pulse as if the mass in his stomach is being pumped directly into his colossal muscles. He breathes deeply as his pecs swell bigger, jutting out further and further with each breath. Pencil thick veins appear over his biceps as their muscle bellies grow thicker and stronger. The chords of muscle in his forearm appear to ripple and dance as they take on an even meatier appearance. His growing quads make it harder to fit into the small booth while his feet grow so large they spill over the sides of his too-small flip flops. His balls swell bigger sending waves of testosterone throughout his body, while his rock-hard cock begins to snake down one of the legs of his shorts.

A ripping sound can be heard as his wide back and obliques can no longer be contained by the fabric of the singlet, causing a tear to appear under his armpits. Finally, his face becomes more angular and handsome, his hair thicker and more lustrous. With a sigh, he rubs his stomach again, the bloated gut having completely given way to a rock-hard core. Each of his abs are on display as the singlet has ridden up so much that his entire midsection is exposed.

“Ahhh that was so good”, he rumbles in a voice so deep, I swear I can feel the air in my lungs vibrate. “But I’m still hungry”.

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Short Story: Distilled Strength

Keith was livid. Brett, a wannabe fitness model, had humiliated him by stealing the smoking hot chick that he had been chasing for months. Brett had followed Keith around the gym for his entire workout, smashing all of Keith's mediocre lifts, proving how much more of a man he was. Keith’s slim yet toned body proved to be no match for Brett's more muscular physique. It wasn’t long before his crush was hanging off Brett's muscular figure, stroking his pecs and reaching her slender hands into his shorts.

Keith had had enough. He stormed into his apartment and pulled an almost full vial of clear liquid from the back of his kitchen cupboard. He had planned to consume the liquid slowly over many months, so the changes would be gradual and less suspicious, but in his rage, he removed the cap and drank what was left in the vial. The taste of raw sweat filled his mouth as he swallowed the potent liquid. A horrible pain filled his entire body, as his veins began to pulse angrily.

After several agonising moments, waves of pleasure began to cut through the pain, causing Keith to moan in ecstasy. His feet burst from his trainers as they doubled in size providing a solid foundation to his calves which swelled bigger than most men's arms. His quads grew thick slabs of muscle, forcing him into a wide stance as they fought for space. His growing quads forced his package forward as it surged past its previous fully erect size. His balls swelled in size and began pumping an intoxicating cocktail of hormones throughout his body as his previously flat ass grew into a perky muscle shelf.

His back grew wider, pushing his arms away from his sides as his lats flared larger. His core tightened into a series of deep ridges and valleys. His chest grew outwards, forming two huge mounds of muscle that heaved with power as they pumped oxygen through his growing frame. His hands balled into tight fists as his arms exploded, the muscle bodies of his biceps growing full and hard. His shoulders swelled with size, and huge traps soared upwards causing his frame to grow wider to accommodate all the layers of thick muscle. His high-pitched moans turned into a rumbling roar as his neck grew thicker and his voice adopted a rich bass.

The bones on his face began to rearrange, causing his baby fat to give way to a strong jaw and high cheekbones that gave him model good looks. All the blemishes and scars on his skin began to fade as it adopted a healthy natural glow. The hair on his head thickened and took on a sun-kissed shine, as his pores began to emit a pheromone-filled mix that smelled of musk and coffee.

As the changes began to subside, Kieth reached one of his saucer-sized hands into his pants to feel his new cock. With one hand Keith stroked the length of his erection, while his other squeezed his nuts, precum lubing the length of his shaft. His new cock had to be at least double the length and girth of the pathetic dick that he had felt this morning. He roared as he reached orgasm, every muscle pulsing bigger one last time, as a light dusting of hair spouted across his body.

Keith explored his new hulking physique, noting that he now easily outsized Brett. In fact, he must be the biggest guy in the entire gym now. And if someone managed to surpass him, he could always just distill their essence into another vial, just like he had done with the previous top dog at the gym.

Keith pulled on a 3XL singlet and a pair of workout shorts that he had been saving for later in the year, relishing in how he filled out fabric that previously billowed off his body. Returning his attention to the vial, he noticed there was a small amount of liquid left in the vial's dropper, perfect for giving him a pre-workout boost. He squirted what was left in the dropper into his mouth, before leaving to take his rightful place as the gym alpha.

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Short Story: Finishing What I Started

There he is, the fat piece of shit. Hiding in the locker room thinking I wouldn’t find him. It’s probably the place he felt the safest, but not anymore. This is my domain now. I wonder how his first day was being an ugly fat tub of lard? Trying to explain to his friends and family how 70 pounds of his hard-earned muscle turned to fat overnight. Trying in vain to convince his cheerleader girlfriend that he could work it off by summer and be back the hot, fit jock that he used to be. I’d like to see him try. I tried for years to get rid of that fat and build muscle, but my genetics worked against me. My old genetics that is. And besides, losing a bit of fat won’t fix that soft jawline and those sunken cheekbones.

It’s time to remind him who’s boss. Look at his soft body jiggle as he tries to get away from me, slamming his fat torso against the lockers. What a fatty, he probably dented it. I’ve got you cornered now loser. Look at these huge biceps. You spent so many afternoons building these pythons up in the gym and on the pitch, but it only took me seconds to make them mine. I think I wear them well. I love how my skin now has a slightly pink glow when I have a pump. Look at the veins that snake up my forearms, pumping them full of blood. If I clench my fists, I can make them pulse. When I’m drenched in sweat, I look even bigger and more vascular.

I’m just so wide now. Good thing I stole a couple of you gym singlets. I love how my boulder shoulders spill out the sides, and how my back pulls the fabric tight across my traps. And this, chest. This fucking chest. Look at how it heaves every time I take a breath. I realised I could bounce this morning in math. That got a rise out of the class, especially your pretty little girlfriend. Look at the way they bounce and flex. Not like your saggy bitch tits. And these perky nips are so sensitive, I practically cum whenever they brush the fabric of my shirt.

And let’s not forget your famous abs. I could never understand why the Greeks had abs on their armour until I felt how hard these puppies are. Look, you can punch them all you like and you’ll probably do more damage to your hands than my rock hardcore. Your fat percentage must have been in single digits or something because when the light hits them just right, I can see the muscle fibres under the skin. Fuck I love this body. But you and I both know there’s more. I’ve come to finish off what I started, so I can ascend to being a true alpha.

Don’t try to run, don’t try to scream, you’ll only turn me on more. First I need to get rid of these tiny feet that I have. I had to get these shoes in the boy section, but I guess that’ll be your problem soon. I did a workout before this so my feet are nice and ripe. Peel off my socks loser, I want you to lick them clean. That’s it, your tongue feels so good. Ohh god, I’m getting pins and needles which means it’s starting. Fuck I love how this feels. Fuuuuuccckkkk. Jesus, what size are these puppies? You must have to go to a special store to get gym shoes to fit these things, they must be at least size 14s. And I love those veins that criss-cross over the top of the skin. But now they look out of balance compared to the rest of my legs. Let’s fix that, shall we? Massage my calves twerp. That’s it, really work them. There they come. Look at how much they’re swelling. They must be bigger than the arms of most of the football team. Look if I stand up on my tiptoes, they get super hard. Now to bulk up these quads. Hell yeah, look at those grooves appear out of nowhere. They’re getting so big they’re pushing each other out of the way. It feels so good to feel them rub together when I walk, the way they make my dick flop from side to side with each step. It’s getting hard just walking! Woah, I’m taller now as well. It’s so weird seeing the world from this high up. I literally look down on you now.

About that dick though. Even with all this muscle, you’re probably better known for the legendary piece that you have in your boxers. I bet you can hardly see it now with that massive stomach of yours so I doubt you’ll even miss it. How sad that you won’t be able to say goodbye? Let’s see what you’re going to be working with from now on. I know you’ve laughed at how small it is in the showers before, but that’ll be your micro-dick soon.

You know you want to suck it, you can't help yourself with the amount of pheromones coming off me. That’s it, it feels so good to be balls deep in your mouth, even if your body repulses me. Fuccckk, it’s starting. It’s like I’m still getting an erection, but I’m already hard. Don’t try to back out, I’m face fucking you untill this is done. How does it feel having my nuts smack against your chin each time I pump your fat face. It’s like they swell bigger with each smack. They feel so heavy in my hands. I’m feeling something of course through me, it feels so good, so primal. I feel like I own the world now, like I can just reach out and dominate those around me. No wonder why you had a body like this, it's crazy how much testosterone these fellas pump out. And hell, if you managed to build all of this at 18, imagine how massive I’ll be at 25. Imagine if I started taking roids as well, I’d be an absolute monster. Fuck, I’m getting close. You can’t even take half my shaft anymore. Look how big that vein is along the length of my shaft. Fuck it’s still growing, no wonder why you’re choking. Fuck, you can only just get your mouth past the tip now. I guess this is why they call it a mushroom head.

And what’s this? Foreskin? Kinda weird but I’m game. This monster must be at least 10 inches long, and it’s just so damn thick. Maybe I should start an OnlyFans or something. Damn you can’t even fit the tip in anymore. I guess I’ll take it from here. Look at that, I can have both my hands on the shaft and there’s still plenty of room. And my fingers don’t even make it close to making it the whole way round. Look at all the precum. That’s already double what one of my other loads would have been. Shit, I’m getting so close. Get over here bitch, I want to see what you’ve lost. Look at that cum as it showers your pathetic fatty body. That’s the cum of a real man. There’s more testosterone in my cum than in your entire body, you're an embarrassment to men everywhere.

Damn, I’m still hard. Better go find that girlfriend of yours to take care of that for me. Well, I guess she won’t be your girlfriend anymore once I’m done with her. Thanks for the body fatty.

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Short Story: Break In

Heath was pissed. He was driving home from a Tinder fling’s house when he saw a dark figure outside the door to his home gym. “Someone's trying to rob me,” he thought as he pulled his pickup truck into the driveway. The dark figure seemed unperturbed by the disturbance and continued to work at the lock of the heavy door. “Let’s treat this guy fucker a lesson,” Heath groaned as he hauled his muscular frame out of his truck. Any sane man would know not to mess with Heath. Heath had dedicated most of his life to the gym, resulting in a strong, powerful physique, part bodybuilder, part strongman. “Oi you!” he yelled as he charged towards the dark figure.

As Heath closed in, the door popped open, bathing the figure in light from inside. Heath barely managed to make out a slender teen, with boyish, delicate features before he disappeared inside his home gym, slamming the door behind him. “What’s he after?” Heath thought to himself as he tore open the door and charged into his gym.

Heath's eyes took a few moments to adjust to the light before he managed to make out the slender teen rounding the corner to the shelves where he kept his numerous bodybuilding and power-lifting trophies. “I’ve got you now runt!” Heath roared. The boy had cornered himself with nowhere to go. A subtle golden glow and the smell of black pepper appeared from the corner that the boy had just disappeared behind. “What the fuck?” Heath cursed.

As he crossed the gym floor, Heath felt a wave of weakness overcome him. With each step, his footsteps became lighter as the muscles he had worked so hard to craft melted away. He slouched as he lost inches of height and his bones thinned. He unknowingly stepped out of his enormous flip-flops as his feet shrank, their petite size no longer able to deal with the large footwear. His thick body hair fell from his body while his hefty balls shrank and pulled themselves up closer to his body. Finally, his sizable bulge shrank to what could only be described as an embarrassment that would never please a woman again.

As Heath rounded the corner, he was hit with the powerful aroma of musk and black pepper. The mountain of a man that stood before him tore the remains of a tattered hoodie off his torso, revealing a powerful hair-covered physique. “Who are you and what are you doing in my gym?” Heath squeaked, surprised by his higher voice. “I think you mean my gym runt,” the giant smirked as he clenched his fists and watched the veins in his meaty forearms swell with power. Heath gulped as a weird feeling overcame him. It was a feeling that he had never felt before. The feeling of being completely inferior to another man.

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Balancing The Scales - The Ring (Part 1)

Here's the next entry in my Balancing The Scales series. You don't have to read the other parts to enjoy this one, but if you want to read them in order of release, the links are below.

Teaser short stories:

What's got into you?

The Power of Three

Spotter

Main Entries:

Balancing The Scales - The Pendant (Part 1)

Balancing The Scales - The Pendant (Part 2)

High-ranking members of the incoming government have learned of a number of top-secret military programs commissioned under the former conservative administration. These programs sought to dominate the social media narrative by creating large numbers of influencers to sway potential voters. The most successful of these programs was Operation Alpha - which used a potent combination of technology and ancient magics to turn large numbers of gay men into submissive twinks while creating an army of alpha males who sought to dominate social media channels with their powerful physiques and handsome looks, all while promoting conservative messages to the masses. 

Upon discovering the project, the new administration sought to undo the damage caused, but they soon realised having dozens of fitness influencers suddenly losing their godly bodies would cause havoc. Instead, they decided to rebalance the scales. These are the stories of those involved.  

Subject #2 - The Ring - Part 1

Ohhhhh fuuuuuuucccccckkkk! Mike smirked, this chick was practically orgasming and his cock wasn’t even halfway in yet. “You ain’t seen nothing yet babe” teased Mike and he began to slide the rest of his incredible cock into the woman’s waiting pussy, causing her to scream in ecstasy. “Fuck, so tight” he grunts as he slowly forces his cock in inch by inch. With such a massive member, Mike was used to having to take it slow while chicks got used to his size. And it’s not just Mike’s dick, everything about Mike was huge. 

Standing at an imposing 6,3, and 260 pounds of solid muscle, Mike was quite the sight to behold. Layers of thick muscle wove their way across his imposing physique, covered by a thin layer of tan skin. His powerful arms easily lifted the woman off the ground while he further impaled her on his huge dick. She squealed and moaned at the top of her lungs as he reached the base of his cock. He shuddered as the stretched pussy tightly gripped his cock, sending pleasure coursing through his veins. He paused briefly, savouring the moment. His former self could never have imagined the changes that would come to his life. The man that he would become.

Mike remembered the day he met Drew. Mike was a starry-eyed freshman moving into his new dorm room before the start of the school year. He was on the smaller side but had spent his last year of high school trying to bulk and add some mass to his small frame. The result was a decently athletic, yet slim figure. Even with his enhanced muscle tone, Mike was struggling with the bulk of his bag, its sheer size making it difficult to maneuver with his short 5 foot 3 stature.

After clearing the first few flights, he stopped on a landing, his t-shirt drenched in sweat. It was frankly embarrassing how much he was struggling. To his dismay he realised that he was a little over halfway up and collapsed on a nearby bench, his eyes closed. “Need a hand man?” rumbled a deep voice. Mike opened his eyes and was greeted by one of the biggest men he had ever seen. The man looked to be about his age, but he must have been a good foot taller than him. Mike’s sister would have said the man had handsome boy next door looks, but Mike was more focused on the man's wide shoulders. 

His round biceps flexed as they lifted a heavy box of clothing, while a bulky chest pushed the fabric on the front of his singlet forward. The black shorts that the man was wearing were struggling to contain the bulk of his legs and bubble butt. While it was clear this man was genetically gifted, he didn’t have the definition or size of a serious lifter. “I said, did you need a hand?” the guy asked again, reaching his large hand out to Mike. “Yeah sure,” Mike said, taking the man's hand and noticing how large and powerful it was compared to his own. “I’m Drew,” the man said as he effortlessly picked up Mike’s bags, flinging one over his shoulder while carrying the other under his arm. Mike was in awe of how easily the man handled the weight as if it was nothing. “I’m Mike,” Mike said as he followed Drew up the stairs, struggling to keep up with the bigger man's stride. 

“So what are you here to study man?” Drew asked as he charged up the stairs. “Business and politics,” Mike replied, short of breath. He had always felt that the combination would make him a powerful man that demanded respect one day. “Nice, I’m studying agriculture and social work myself”, Drew said, “Dad wants me to take over the farm but I want to be a youth worker helping underprivileged kids”. Mike was surprised, he thought such an imposing man like Drew would be studying business or finance, not a touchy/feely subject like social work. 

“Looks like this is me, number 56” Mike panted after they had cleared the remaining half dozen flights of stairs and stopped outside one of the rooms. “No way dude!” Drew exclaimed as he slapped Mike on the back, causing the smaller man to stumble forward, “You must be my roomie!”. 

From that day, Mike and Drew became close friends. Mike was astonished to find that Drew had never set foot in a gym before, his solid physique the result of years of hard labour on the farm. But when Mike introduced him to pumping iron, he took to it like a duck to water. With his natural strength, he began to make great strides in his physique. Not wanting to be outdone, Mike pushed himself hard in the gym to try and keep pace with the bigger man. But try as he might, he couldn’t do anything about his genetics so his efforts were mostly in vain. He would always be the smaller man.

Shortly after moving into the dorm, Mike was woken in the early hours of the morning to a panting sound coming from Drew’s side of the room. As his eyes adjusted to the low level of light, Mike noticed Drew’s hulking form breathing deeply, the bulging muscles in his arms tensing and flexing while an obscene tent rose in his sheets. The cock contained within the confines of those sheets must have been truly colossal to make such a huge dent in the fabric. Absent-mindedly, Mike’s hands roamed to his own dick, feeling its small thin form. Mike never had much going for him downstairs. At that moment, Drew moaned in his sleep, and a large wet spot formed at the tip of the tent. Mike’s gaze lingered on the virile man in front of him. A throb of jealousy grew inside him before he drifted off to sleep.

As the months passed by, Drew’s physique became more and more refined. His formally modest pecs began to jut further out from his chest. The chords of muscle in his forearms became more and more pronounced while his mighty biceps and triceps stretched his sleeves to breaking point. As a result of his grueling workout schedule, his body fat began to steadily decrease, accentuating his already handsome features. His core was becoming so tight that you could see the ridges of his abs through the fabric of his shirts. Throughout this incredible transformation, Drew maintained the same natural humbleness and warmth that made him popular across the campus. Combined with his godly physique he became the center of attention in every room he walked into. 

All this time, Mike remained by Drew's side. Whether they were at the campus gym or hanging out at one of the many campus parties, they were almost constantly in each other's presence. 

But as Drew’s shadow grew bigger, Mike began to become frustrated with being second fiddle. It started small at first. He told Drew he was taking up powerlifting to try and push himself, but in reality, he knew that smaller guys had an advantage in the sport, and he hoped it would be something that he had that Drew couldn't match. He also began to put on more of a macho persona. At parties, he became loud and boisterous, to the point of being obnoxious in an effort to compensate for his smaller stature. Finally, he began taking doses of steroids and hormones in an attempt to catch up with the unbelievable gains that Drew had been making. This cocktail of drugs wreaked havoc on his system, making him even more irritable and envious. Drew picked up on Mike’s gradual change in personality, but as a true friend, he made a concerted effort to perk his roommate up by encouraging him to enter a powerlifting competition. With a target to channel his angst, Mike threw himself into prep for the contest and the mood in the doom room improved. 

Before the boys knew it, they were nearing the end of their junior year in college. Drew’s physique had further matured and he had begun to build up a sizable following on social media. Companies were even starting to reach out to explore sponsorship deals. And for Mike, he had begun to make promising inroads into his lifts, and his performance at the state powerlifting contest looked promising. 

So promising in fact that the smaller man managed to take out the top spot for the 65kg weight class. Mike was on cloud 9. After accepting his medal he threw up his hands in triumph. He reveled in the applause. He finally had something he could be proud of. Something that he was the best at. From the crowd, Drew was the one hollering and cheering the loudest. “I’m telling you dude, you’re going to go pro” Drew said as the two posed for photos after the ceremony had ended. Mike puffed his chest out a little more than usual to try and out-angle his larger friend.

“Great work today boy”, the owner of the powerlifting gym said as he came over to greet the two young men. “You’ve got a bright future ahead of you”. “Thanks coach”, Mike said beaming. “Say why don’t the two of you help me pack up and I’ll take you out for a beer”, the owner said. Mike made his way over to one of the bars and began removing plates to pack them back onto the stand. A loud grunt caught his attention. He looked up to see Drew walking across the gym, carrying a fully laden barbell in each arm. Mike’s heart sank when he realised that one of those barbells was the one he had just used to break his former personal best lift, and Drew was carrying it one hand like it was nothing. “Geez big guy” explained the coach “you’ve got some freaky strength in you. Have you ever thought of trying powerlifting? You could do great things in the sport”. Mike went red with rage. In his moment of triumph, his roommate had outshone him once again. “I’ve never really thought about it,” shrugged Drew, causing the weights in his arms to effortlessly rise and fall. “Well if you ever decide to use that body to its full potential, you know where to find me,” the coach said as he slapped the larger boy on the back. Mike had heard enough, he grabbed his gym bag and stormed out of the gym.

Mike was fuming and his mind was in a dark place. His body was on autopilot as he roamed the city streets towards the campus. After walking for hours, he slumped into a park bench. It wasn’t fair. Drew had everything, the body, the looks, the whole package. And now he had to take powerlifting as well, the one thing that Mike had. The cocktail of artificial hormones and steroids coursing through his body was doing weird things to his mind. What had he done to deserve this? Why was the world so unfair? His thoughts continued to spiral.

“Tough day friend?” a voice said, snapping Mike back to reality. Mike looked up to find a man dressed in an immaculate black suit sitting next to him on the park bench. “You don’t know the half of it,” Mike said, cracking his knuckles. “Ohh I understand more than you know Mr. Jacobs” the man smiled. “How do you know my name?” Mike asked, edging away from the man nervously. “That’s not important Mr. Jacobs,” the man said very matter-of-factly. “What’s important is I have the opportunity of a lifetime for you to become so much more than you are now”. Mike listened intently.

Later that evening Mike returned to the apartment to find Drew waiting for him. “There he is, the champion himself,” Drew said standing up from his desk to welcome his buddy home. “Thanks man,” Mike said with a grin as his flatmate slapped him on the back a little too hard. “I know I’m on a diet, but I brought us some beers to celebrate,” Mike said, turning his back to Drew before handing him a freshly opened beer. “Cheers man, to the future state champ!” Drew said, holding his beer up to toast. Mike smiled as he clinked his bottle against his larger flatmates before the two men took deep swigs from their beers.

The two talked for a few minutes before Drew slumped into a chair. “Wow, that beer’s gone straight to my head,” the larger man said, shaking his head in an attempt to clear it. “Yeah, that stuff works quickly and gave you triple what I usually give people to account for your size”, Mike said, the smile on his face twisting into an evil smirk. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Drew said, trying to keep focus. “That doesn’t concern you now Drew, just relax,” Mike said, quietly sipping on his beer. “What did you do to me?” Drew asked, staring helplessly at his flatmate as he struggled to keep his eyes open. “Nothing nearly as bad as you’ve done to me you queer” Mike spat. “What, how do you…” Drew started before his words failed him. “That’s right, I know you’re gay,” Mike said with venom, “What I don’t understand is how the universe decided to give a queer like you a body like that”. “You could have had any girl on this campus, but instead you’ve wasted your gift ” Mike explained. “But that’s about to change, because tonight, I’ll finally take what’s rightfully mine”. 

“Mike, no matter what you’ve done we can talk about this!” Drew said, vision still blurry. “We can talk once I’m a god”, Mike said as he approached Drew who was slumped helplessly in the chair. Mike proceeded to pull a small silver band out of his pocket. Strange etchings and a series of small microchips and wires were dotted across its surface. As he placed it on his finger, he could have sworn he felt a tingling feeling shoot through his body. “Now is the time for both of us to get what we truly deserve,” he said as he placed his hands on Drew’s temples. 

Instantly Mike felt his vision turn black and an overwhelming feeling of weightlessness overcame him as his consciousness was pulled from his body in a cloud of smoke. The smoke lingered in the air for a second before it began to enter Drew’s immobilised body. As the smoke poured into Drew, Mike began to feel the larger man’s consciousness, confused and alarmed at the sudden intruder in his mind. “Pathetic” Mike thought, as his consciousness expanded to engulf Drew’s increasingly panicked presence. After a brief struggle, Mike’s dominant consciousness forced Drew from his body. 

Victorious, Mike felt his consciousness expand to begin to fill its new host. A wave of new sensations washed over him as he took control of the larger body. He felt strong. He felt powerful. He felt complete. Mike’s eyes shot open as he sprang up from the chair where Drew had previously been sitting. His vision spun momentarily with vertigo as he struggled to adjust to his new 6 foot 3 height. His face contorted into a smug smirk that looked foreign on Drew’s formerly playful face. He looked down at his new colossal form to find his view obscured by his huge peck shelf that was straining against the fabric of his athletic hoodie. He felt hormones course through his veins, but unlike synthetic chemicals present in his old body, these felt more natural, almost primal. The feeling of strength was so fundamental to his being that he felt like he was invincible. He brought his new larger calloused hands up to the neck of the hoodie, and in a frightening display of power, ripped the thick fabric clean off, exposing his new torso in all its muscular glory.

Thick veins snaked up from his forearms over his swollen biceps. His colossal pecs jutted several inches away from his chest, covered in a light dusting of hair. Huge shoulders and wide lats gave his body a phenomenal presence, forcing his arms away from his torso. He traced his fingers along his new abs. While some men had thin, tight cores, his was somehow solid, powerful, and cut all at the same time. His thick fingers came to rest on the waistband of his athletic shorts which were strained in all directions by his sizable quads, perky butt, and raging hard-on. 

He gingerly peeled his shorts down exposing his new cock. Mike gasped. From that first night, he knew that Drew was packing some impressive length but he wasn’t prepared for the sheer girth of his new monster. It was easily as thick as a beer can with a huge angry vein running the length of the shaft. He gingerly placed his hands on his engorged member, mesmerised by how his much larger hands still couldn’t reach the whole way around. Having been circumcised in his former body, he marveled at the foreign sensation of pulling back his new foreskin revealing a huge mushroom head. A strong musky smell filled his nostrils. The toes of his huge feet gripped the floor as a small breeze on the head of his cock sent pleasure from his sensitive exposed glands, up his shaft, and out across his entire body. A deep moan escaped his mouth.

“What did you do to me?” Drew, now in Mike's former body, moaned as he tried to push himself off the floor. Mike smirked and swaggered over to his pathetic former body, his raging hard-on smacking against his quads as he walked, sending globs of pre-cum across the room. “I took what’s rightfully mine,” Mike taunted. “I’ll tell everyone what you did, someone will find a way to fix this” Drew said, fear in his voice as he stared up at his hulking former form. “Ohh I don’t think anyone will listen to a word you say when you’re locked up in prison” Mike said, as he placed one of his huge feet on Drew’s chest and pushed him to the ground. “You see, before I came back to the apartment I rang the police and confessed to spiking all those girls' drinks at the campus bars this year”. “You did what?”, Drew said in disbelief. “How do you think I knew how to take you down big guy”, Mike laughed, “but a queer like you deserved it”. 

Mike then began to flex his huge new biceps. “To think you wasted this”, Mike said as he watched the split peak rise and fall with each flex of his powerful arm. “You could have had any girl you wanted but you chose to be a homo,” Mike said, locking eyes with Drew, “Well there’s a new Drew Mcneil in town, and he’s never going to waste the gifts he has”. 

Mike reached down and began to stroke his raging boner with one hand while his other explored his huge new form. His breathing began to hasten, and his muscles took on a slight pink hue as they began to pump with blood. His strokes became faster and faster and a slight sheen of sweat appeared on his body. Finally, his panting turned into primal groans of pleasure as ecstasy coursed through his veins and cum spewed from the tip of his cock. Volley after volley sprayed all over Drew, who was now just a reminder of the sad life he used to lead. He had won. He was the alpha male now. And all the other pathetic men would cower before him.

Across town, the man dressed in black watched on intently through a series of cameras hidden throughout the apartment. Yet another successful operation. He was one step closer to his goal.

Part 2 coming soon...

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Short Story: The Power of Three

I followed the sound of manly grunts and the clanging of iron as I made my way across the deserted gym floor. I smelt him before I saw him. The heavy smell of sweat, musk, and cum filled my nostrils as I rounded the corner to the free weights area. And there he was, standing in front of the mirror. A beast of a man. His eyes locked to his monstrous physique as he performed rep after rep of perfect biceps curls. With each motion of the colossal weight, the muscles in his arms heaved and flexed, becoming more swollen and pumped. He roared as he pumped out the last few reps in his set before setting the huge dumbbells back on the rack. Such a raw display of strength. Our strength.

You see Brad wasn’t usually this muscular behemoth. A few days ago, Brad and I had found a ritual that purported to collate the power of many into one. Being the subject of numerous taunts at the hands of the bigger men in the gym, we conspired to funnel our strength into one of us. A bigger man to teach them a lesson and take the gym back for the everyman. We recruited our friend Phil and drew straws. Brad won. He would be our avatar.

We set up in the gym bathroom and began the ritual. After finishing the chant, I felt a wave of weakness wash over me as a beam of energy shot out of my chest into Brad. The same thing was happening with Phil on the other side of the circle. I felt my modest gym gains fading away, every ounce of masculinity being ringed from my body as if I were a sponge. My loss was Brad's gain. Brad’s body exploded with raw power. His bones cracked as they lengthened. His muscles began shifting and rippling beneath his skin as they grew and swelled. Within seconds he burst out of his clothing, the cotton unable to contain his growing bulk. Phil and I dropped to the floor weak and tired.

Brad stood above us, the epitome of a man. The strength of 3 men pulsed through his veins. Overwhelmed with the hormones coursing through his colossal body, Phil shot a torrent of cum out of his now-massive cock. After he came down his post-orgasmic bliss, he slipped on a pair of tight-fitting gym shorts and walked out into the gym to test his new body, leaving Phil and I passed out of the floor.

Brad cleaned up the gym in a matter of days. Now that the mission was completed, the three of us arranged a time to finally cast the counterspell. I waited in the showers, but the others never showed. No one was answering the phone so I made my way to the gym.

“Why didn’t you meet me in the showers?” I call as I approach the behemoth. His body is covered in a layer of sweat from his workout, his muscles glistening under the gym lights. “Sorry man, lost track of time, it’s just so intoxicating having this strength, this power,” Brad says as he pumps his biceps, marveling as they swell with power. “It’s like my body craves it. It wants me to push it to breaking point. It craves the pain” he says, transfixed on the web of veins in his forearms.

“Well let’s find Phil and get this done then,” I say as I turn to leave. “Ohh I don't think that will be happening, you see this body craves something else as well” Brad calls behind me. I turn to find Brad palming an obscene bulge his shorts. It’s then I notice Phil passed out naked on one of the benches, cum dripping from between his legs.

I look back at Phil as he peels off his sweat-soaked singlet, revealing his hulking torso. He walks slowly towards me, never breaking eye contact until he is towering above me. My nostrils are assaulted by the smell of his sweaty body, and I can practically feel the heat radiating off his massive form. He pulls his hand out of his shorts and licks some of the precum from his finger. “That’s the taste of a real man”, he rumbles, his beautiful eyes still locked on mine. “Want a taste?” he asks.

He slowly pulls down his pants exposing an obscene dick, rock hard and leaking precum. I gulp as Brad pulls me closer to him with his massive arms. His skin is so hot to the touch, he's practically radiating heat. As he holds me in his embrace, something just feels right. The strength of 3 men. The libido of 3 men. The power of 3 men. He deserves to be worshiped. And I am willing to serve.

The man dressed in black watched unseen from the other side of the gym. The Agency will be pleased with his progress.

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