Superfood

Superfood

“You know, these actually ain’t bad,” Philip remarked with a stoned goofiness, his words somehow several octaves lower and distorted with the next berry between his teeth, as thick hair sprouted all over his body.


Derek and Jerome looked at each other with shock and utter speechlessness. ‘Was this really happening?’ each of their looks conveyed.


———


Philip, Derek, and Jerome were high school friends who had found their way to the same university by some stroke of luck. The three were inseparable through their years of friendship, spending most weekends at each other’s houses playing FIFA or Smash Bro’s and taking part in the same activities (theater, academic decathlon, lit mag, Model U.N., you name it). With their interests, they were also all equally bullied throughout their years, often called nerds and queers—which wasn’t really far off from the truth: they were all very bookish and bright, plus Philip and Derek were both famously bisexual while Jerome was proudly gay (much to the chagrin of his bigoted parents, who hid their hate behind their faith). None of them were knockout gorgeous, but none of them were butt fucking ugly either. As a matter of fact, they were all perfectly average, and each was content in that fact. They didn’t really have eyes for each other—or at least no one was going to admit it—but they did occasionally experiment with one another on the weekends. You know, the “practice” make out sessions here, the “practice” handies there, plenty of group masturbation in the name of “bro stuff.” They didn’t know why they bought into heteronormativity, but it certainly helped to not complicate things. More than anything, they were dear friends, each of them trusting enough with the other to confide in and find comfort when they needed it. And high school was pure and total torture to people like them, so they needed a lot of it.


But as luck would have it, these three friends were now freshmen at the flagship university of their home state, their dutiful years in high school finally paying off. As soon as each of them moved into their respective dorms, they reconvened in the main quad, wrapping each other in a hug, thrilled to begin this new chapter of their lives together.


They were about two month into their first semester and the weather was starting to change. The unbearably hot, muggy, humid days were finally behind them, and the crisp autumn air was finally starting to make its debut. Not too hot, not too cold—the most perfect time of the year. The three decided that now would be a good time to go camping at Derek’s family farm land, just to catch up on what everyone’s been up to in their respective degree fields. Derek would pay for the gas/provide the locale/provide the materials, Philip would buy the weed, and Jerome would get the food.


As each of them went about their chores gathering supplies that Saturday morning before they left, Jerome made his way to the town farmer’s market to pick up some fresh bites. In addition to the deli meats, bread, and condiments for sandwiches he had bought at the supermarket, Jerome picked up some fresh fruits and veggies, a few artisan snack items from local vendors, and some fresh-pressed bottled juices. ‘Not a bad setup,’ Jerome thought as he gathered his bags and made his way to the bus stop.

In the parking lot, Jerome heard a few “Yoo-hoo!”s from the corner of the parking lot. He surveyed his environment and his eyes landed on a sweet looking old black woman near the tree line. She was wrapped in a shawl and had a slight hunch to her frame. Jerome would never trust an invitation like that from some rando white lady in a parking lot, but this woman reminded him a lot of his grandmother. ‘She must need help,’ Jerome concluded as he made his way towards her.


He arrived a few feet from her and lowered his bags gently to the ground, “You need some help, ma’am?” His parents were mean as dirt, but they did instill some good manners in him.


“Well, ain’t you kind,” she cooed, “No, no, I’m just looking to sell you some of my wares.” She gestured behind her at a wide bucket full of greenery wrapped in rubberbands. Each bunch looked like a bundle of twigs with many bright red berries attached to each sprig.


“Ah, no, but thank you, I think I have enough, I don’t want to miss the—“


“Oh, but you just got to, child! A strapping young man like you would really benefit from berries like this…”

Jerome blushed with a grin and scratched the back of his head. 


“Tell ya what, son… I’ll sell a whole heap of ‘em to you for… well, let’s keep it simple and just say a dollar, now how’s that sound?” she offered with a motherly tone.


“Hmm.. well, what are they?”


“Oh, let’s just say they’re a-a.. what do y’all call it now?.. oh-oh, a superfood!” she responded with infectious enthusiasm.


“Superfood, right?” Jerome considered for a moment. He reached for his wallet, “Alright, deal! What’s a dollar, anyways?” He handed her a crisp dollar bill with a grin.


“That’s the spirit! Coming right up,” she pocked the dollar and turned and picked out several rubberband-wrapped bunches of the berry-rich twigs, placing them in a plastic bag she pulled out her her pocket.


“Woah, woah, now I don’t want to rob you of your-“


“No, no, no, nonsense! I got plenty more where that came from!” she put the bag in his hand and gave a few cheery laughs, patting his hand.


“You’re very kind, ma’am. Why me, though? I didn’t see you talking to anyone else.” 


She thought for a moment, “Ya know, I got what they call a sixth sense,” she explained, thinking she must’ve been the first to think of such a description. “I called out to you, you were so kind to respond—offered to help me, even!—and you’re just the sweetest thing, so a young man like you deserves something as special as these.” she gave him another heart-melting grandmotherly grin and took his hand to pat it some more.


“Well, thank you ma’am. Have a nice day!”

He picked up his bags, setting the bag of berries inside, and started walking to the bus stop, hearing the bus distantly approaching. Wait till he tells Derek and Philip about this, some old lady offering him an army’s portion—and for just one dollar—of… wait, what even were they?


He turned to ask, “What kind of berries did you sa-…”

He looked where she was when he saw her first, but she was gone. Her, her wide bucket of berries, gone. He looked quickly around the parking lot but didn’t see a trace of her. ‘She’s like 90,’ he thought, ‘she couldn’t have gone that far.’


He heard the exhaust of the bus hiss as it slowed to a halt. He turned and broke into a light jog to make the bus. Didn’t want to keep Derek and Philip waiting.


———

The ride to the farm was easy and quick, just two hours away from campus. They listened to some great music on the way there (Philip had always been an incredible DJ for their long car rides), cracked jokes, and talked about the sites they saw along the way.

They finally arrived in the early afternoon. It was a gorgeous piece of land, with wide open skies, clean air, and rolling hills. They decided to set up camp right outside Derek’s family farmhouse, a rickety little shack with at least some running water and an indoor bathroom. What?! They came out here to be out in the air and reconnect, not to rough it, piss on trees, and drink from streams; “camping” was just the easiest way to put it!

Jerome sat the bags of food on the picnic table they kept on the side of the house, setting everything out in a buffet style. He put the berries among the other fruit, thinking nothing of it.

Derek set up the tent: a small circle of 3 camping chairs, a dinky little 4 person tent he’d used all through high school during these types of outings. To say it fit 4 would be generous; they would definitely be sleeping body to body tonight. Whatever, it would keep them warm, and when you’ve swapped tongues had each other’s dicks in your hands, personal space didn’t really matter anymore. He brought some wood from the wood pile over in case they wanted to make a fire later.

Philip sat at the picnic table, unpacked his chunky baggie of weed, his purple metal grinder, and a little marble-designed tray he used for rolling from his backpack, and went to work rolling joints for the three of them. He started with 6. That ought to be plenty for today, tonight, and tomorrow for the three of them, but he had more than enough for rolling if they wanted it.

Derek and Jerome were talking about their classes, each expressing dismay with the oversimplified nature of intro classes. As Philip licked the paper at the end of the roll for the last one, Derek reached over his shoulder, still locked in conversation and grabbed a banana. Jerome listened attentively, nodding in agreement occasionally as he picked up an orange from the pile, immediately pealing it. Jerome and Derek had ditched their shirts, free to violate social norms now that they were out in the country, and Philip considered doing the same for a moment. ‘Fuck it,’ he thought and removed his shirt too. He always felt cautious being too showy around Derek and Jerome. They were all regrettably hairless and, again, fully average in every way, but Philip had a slight leg up on them. He had a slightly more pronounced chest and abdomen, plus the very slightest hint of toned arms of the bunch, all of which he credited to working as part of the crew during theater all through high school (crew usually did all the hard work and heavy lifting). He hated making Derek and Jerome feel smaller, but he wasn’t going to be the only one fully clothed. He wasn’t going to be the only one not eating, either. Philip stood up from the picnic table and surveyed his options. There was plenty to choose from, but a bag of what looked like berries on stems caught his eye.

“Fuck’s this?” he interrupted Jerome and Derek.

Jerome looked back, “Oh, funny story. Some old woman at the farmer’s market sold me them for dirt cheap. Said they were a ‘superfood’ too.”

“You’re right, hilarious story,” Philip responded deadpan, looking at the berries. ‘Superfood, eh?’ he thought and shrugged, plucking himself a stem containing about 4 berries. Best not take too much if he didn’t care for them.

He took a joint from the table and sparked it up. He blew out the flame and kept blowing so that the tip of the joint lit with an angry, bright red ember and inhaled deeply. He held his breath for a second, waiting to feel his lungs tickle a bit, looked over the berries in his other hand, and exhaled. He stood up and stepped towards Jerome and Derek, taking another huge hit of the joint, holding it…. and exhaling, starting to feel the familiar buzzing in his head. ‘There we go,’ he thought as his tapped Derek’s shoulder to pass him the j. Derek said a small “Thanks,” as he paused in his conversation just to take a hit and pass it to Jerome, but continued his diatribe immediately after. Philip walked back over to the picnic table and sat backwards on the seat, facing the two of them. He looked at the berries again, and plucked one of the berries from the stem with his teeth.

———

“And anyways, it’s just a waste of our tuition money if we’re just doing the same work we did in high school,” Derek insisted passionately, punctuating his thought with another hit of the joint and holding.

“No man, yeah, you’re right,” Jerome nodded sympathetically.

Derek exhaled a big plume of smoke, “I know! I’m just glad as hell I have scholarships footing the bill for a lot of this shit, could you ima-” he stopped, cocking his head as he heard a strange sound. A creaking?

Derek looked a Jerome with a quizzical face, Jerome’s eyebrows furrowed, clearly hearing it too.

They paused for a second and waited. *crreeeeeaak* There it was again! They turned to say something to Philip.

“Philip, do you-” Jerome began and stopped immediately. Philip was sitting several inches higher than he was earlier, staring off at nothing in particular. 

Philip turned to face the two of them, “Hmm?” 

“Uh,…. uh-I said, do you hear-” Jerome words were cut off by another *crreeeeeaak*.

The bench of the picnic table groaned and creaked as Philip rose another several inches, his legs, arms, and neck extending noticeably. Philip only adjusted his sitting position slightly.

“Hear anything?… Uh.. No…” Philip responded, looking at each of them as they were saying something absurd.

Derek and Jerome looked at each other, stunned surprise in their eyes.

Philip lifted the sprig to his mouth and plucked another berry with his teeth, bringing it into his mouth to chew and swallow it. Jerome and Derek watched speechless as thick hair sprouted from his skin across his chest seemingly out of nowhere. Philip brought his hand up to scratch his chest absentmindedly as he continued staring into the rolling hills. The hair growth spread down his chest, cross his arms, under his pits, into his crotch, down his legs, over his feet and hands. Philip brought his hands up to scratch his chin, seemingly unaware of all of these changes, as hair sprouted all over his jaw and around his mouth, meeting his hairline by his ears. He coughed/cleared his throat, and it sounded to Jerome and Derek like his voice dropped several octaves in the process.

Philip giggled, apparently enthused by the high he was getting, and plucked another berry from the sprig, “You know, these actually ain’t that bad,” he remarked to Jerome and Derek with his mouth full, as he brought the berry in to chew. 

Jerome and Derek stared open-mouthed at one other, in complete disbelief of what was happening. They learned into whisper to one another.

“Jerome, what the fuck did you buy?” Derek whispered accusingly.

“I don’t know man, don’t pin this on me! What the hell is going on?” Jerome whispered back.

“Is he seriously not aware of what’s happening to h-” Derek paused. Both of them could feel a presence behind them. 

Philip had approached the two of them without them knowing, standing awfully close to the two of them between them. He was no longer chewing the berry.

“Hasn’t anyone ever told either of you that s-*EEeeh*-crets don’t make fr-*Eeh*-nds?” Between “secrets” and “friends,” Philip’s neck and shoulder’s made hard, meaty, thudding sounds as they exploded outward with hard muscle. Jerome and Derek looked up at him with their jaws dropped.

Derek and Jerome heard more wet thudding and Philip uttered a few strained grunts as both of his arms and his chest tripled, almost quadrupled in size with pulsing, rising muscle. His abs were slower work, rising up slowly to his skin and hardening and not making as big of a display about it, but giving him a torso that would put all of the football jocks at their college to shame. 

“It’s just rude *grunt, sucking inhale of air* you know,” he continued, this time his back and sides molding rippling and hard against this body. “To talk about someone like they’re nah-*Hhhooouugughoo*-haut even there.” He concluded as his hips bucked a little bit with his ass pushed against the fabric of his shorts, threatening the strength of the threads. During his last sentence, his hairy thighs swelled to the size of tree trunks and the threads along his legs tore up the side.

Derek and Jerome looked at each other, both of them fucking hard and shit in their shorts, their mouths still hanging open. No one knew what to say to one another. Philip plucked the last berry from the sprig and popped it in his mouth, quickly chewing and swallowing.

“Wh-wh-what should we do? He’s-” Jerome started. 

“You’re still doing it!” Philip exclaimed, adjusting his stance so he was looking at Jerome. Derek got an incredible view of Philip’s absolutely sculpted new ass and thick, hairy thighs, and noticed that Philip’s calves were just finishing their growth as they swelled to massive diamonds. Derek was drooling at this point, he couldn’t fucking help it. One of his best friends was hulking out and becoming a walking wet dream, and didn’t even seem to notice it happening.

Jerome, on the other hand, was now at face level with Philip’s crotch, just inches away from his nose. He had seen Philip’s cock and balls, hell even held them, plenty of times, and he noticed their familiar shape nestled between his now-gargantuan thighs. Wait- he swallowed one more berry, what does it d-

Before he could even finish his thought, Philip interjected “It’s unbelievable! My best friend! I can’t believe yooUUUuuuOooOoooouUUuuUuuooooo…” Philip seemingly involuntarily lightly bucked his hips and Jerome got a full show. Philip’s cock, which was already pressed tightly against his now-ridiculously tight shorts grew thicker, longer, thicker, longer, thicker, longer, thicker, longer, with each consecutive tiny thrust of his hips. He again grunted deeply as Jerome saw Philip’s balls swell to the size of large eggs in his shorts. He swore he could hear a light but unmistakable churning coming from within Philip’s shorts. His cock and balls were now pressed so tightly against the shorts that it left absolutely nothing to the imagination, so tight it must’ve hurt, and this impressive bulge was now touching to the tip of Jerome’s nose.

Jerome gripped the sides of his chair and moaned loudly as his knees and hips shook. He fired an extremely pent-up load into his shorts. 

Derek finally spoke up. “Hey Phil?”

“Yeah? What’s up buddy?” Philip turned to face him, his massive bulge lightly hitting Derek’s cheek. Derek fired a load into his pants as well, gritting his teeth and swearing as his hips bucked and unloaded.

“Did you need something?” Philip continued.

Derek sucked in a few panting breaths, “It’s just… I mean… I mean fuck, man, do you really not realize what just happened?!”

Philip slowly shook his head, “What, uh.. what do you mean?”

Derek and Jerome exchanged a furrowed brow, impossibly confused look. Was the weed laced with something? Magic berries? For real?

A silence fell over them for a few moments.

“AAARRGGHH, I got you guys!!” Philip loudly broke the silence laughing thunderously and rubbing his meaty paws together. In his hilarious, excited fit, his muscles were flexing and contracting in ways that Derek and Jerome had never seen before, on Philip or literally any other man they’ve seen.

Derek and Jerome left out a satisfied exhale they felt like they had been holding for the last several minutes. “You seriously had us convinced we were tripping hard!” Jerome laughed, standing up awkwardly and letting his cum drip out of his shorts leg. Derek did the same. “So you knew the whole time? Felt the whole thing?”

“Ohhhh yeah,” Philip responded with a shuddering breath and a slow but intense nod. “OOOHHH yeah. Every single exhilarating second of it. Fuck, I could feel everything. That was hard as shit not to break character during the last bit of it. Speaking of, I feel like I’m losing blood flow here, let me just…” 

Philip hooked his thumbs under his waistband, his shorts hugging his legs impossibly tight. He looked like he exerted just a tiny bit of pressure outwards and, *SNAP!* his shorts split and fell to his side. His absolutely inhuman 13″  cock swung up and slapped wetly against his abs, leaking pre. Jerome and Derek immediately went hard again. 

“Aaaaaahhhhh, that’s so much better.” Philip leaned his head back and wiped his copious amounts of pre into his muscles. “Like, guys, this is ridiculous, I mean WHAT?!” Philip giggled did several poses with his arms and legs, striking every pose that got him off when he was about 140 lbs. lighter. “Wait, hold up, lemme..” he concentrated and slowly…. slowly but surely… ah, there he goes. He expertly popped his pecs and made them do a little dance for Jerome and Derek, winking and sticking his tongue down his chin at them. Philip noticed the wet spots on Derek and Jerome’s shorts, their still-rock hard dicks forced up against the fabric underneath.

“Hang on, did I…. did I make you guys cum? Just by… like changing?”

The two slowly nodded to each other and then to Philip.

Philip took a few staggering steps back. “Awwwwhhhwwwhhhww fuck,” he started. “Fuck, man, awwww, that is so fucking hot, I just… Sorry, I need to…”

He grabbed onto his impossibly huge shaft and started yanking. He sucked in small mouthfuls of air, moaned, moaned, grunted, moaned, closer, closer, and then…

“GGGRRWWAAAAHAHARRAH” he leaned his head back and rocketed unnaturally massive volleys of cum into the sky, much of it landing in heavy, wet, massive splatters on Jerome and Derek, who of course creamed their shorts at the same time.

Derek and Jerome were soaked. Derek put a finger into Jerome’s hair and scooped out a plentiful sample of the spunk, and Jerome did the same, wiping his sample off Derek’s chest. They both brought it into their mouths and inhaled deeply.

Panting, with an idiot grin, Philip asked, “How do I taste, gentlemen?”

Derek and Jerome responded, “Unreal” simultaneously, their mouths still full with Philip’s seed as they chuckled at another.

Philip wiped off massive puddles of cum all over his god-like body and slung them to the ground with heavy, gooey sounds. “Sorry, guys, it’s just… This feels absolutely surreal, it’s just… Oh, my god, you guys have to-”

Philip stopped his thought.

“We still have like 80 of those berries, at least.” Philip announced and a silence fell over the group.

They exchanged horny, excited, lusting, impossibly happy looks with one another.

Derek and Jerome broke into a sprint towards the picnic table. Once they reached the bag, they both started picking and devouring the berries from the bag like starved men. Philip watched in lustful, excited anticipation as his best friends, still filling themselves with berries, start grunting and moaning with deeper and deeper voices, watching their legs and arms grow hairy as their bodies started comically pulsing obscenely larger and larger with muscle, their frames stretching into their air. He heard a firecracker crack as he watched his friends’ shorts explode off their swelling bodies, their asses growing thicker and rounder. He couldn’t wait to see what was going on with their front ends.

“Hey guys, wait up!” Philip called after them with a small laugh, jogging towards them with his absurdly huge cock slapping against his abs. “Don’t let me be the small one of the group!”

The three ravaged the bag of berries. Fuck the tent, they wouldn’t even fit in it. Hell, they probably wouldn’t even fit in the cabin. And they didn’t worry, they were sure to find a way to keep warm tonight. Not that they’d be getting much sleep anyways. Sun was setting normally on the farm, but the shadows were getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger, and…

Terms and Conditions

Levi arrived at the train station late at night. Nobody else was on the train on his way home let alone on the platform when he got off. Levi took his ear phones out of his pocket ready for for his walk home but to his disappointment realised they were dead. He sighed folding up his earphone case shoving it back in his pocket preparing for the quite walk home in the dark. As Levi approached the station exit he heard what sounded like arcade music and saw flashing lights out of the corner of his eye. Tucked away in a small room was a table set up, arcade music was playing in the room as cheap disco lasers spun around. On either side of the table were posters of chiselled abs with the words "FREE TRANSFORMATION BECOME THE ULTIMATE MAN" written over the top in what looked to be a rushed photoshop job. Levi had been thinking about getting a personal trainer for a few weeks now and he didn't want to pass up on the chance for a free session or two, even if the trainer was this bad at advertising. He looked around for any information but all he could see was a QR code taped down to the middle of the table. Levi scanned it and it took him to a website just as corny and asked him to upload his 'before' photo. Shrugging it off he scrolled through his photos and selected one he had taken on a night out a few weeks earlier.

Once uploaded the website brought up a page 'TERMS AND CONDITIONS'. Levi began reading but after the first sentence assumed it was the basic bullshit all websites have, he tried to skim read it but after realising that the terms and conditions document was over 400 pages long he just speedily scrolled his way to the bottom ignoring all of it until a large blue button labelled 'ACCEPT' showed up. Levi pressed the button and his phones web browser instantly closed. Levi tried to do the whole process all over again but the browser couldn't even open the website anymore. Rolling his eyes in disappointment it became clear whoever was running this program was struggling to get their career off the ground because they were so bad at marketing or even basic tech. He put his phone in his pocket and left the station to head home and go to bed.

The next morning Levi woke up and felt groggy, his body was sore all over like he had just done a week long boot camp and he felt slightly heavier. He stretched and felt like his shoulds and quads were much tighter than usual. He put one hand on his shoulder to try and help stretch it but it felt larger, bulkier...

Looking down he saw that his shorts had split open in the middle of the night and out of the shredded fabric poked strong thicc smooth muscles. his abs were more defined and and his arms were pumped up with definition. He had always been fit but somehow over night had transformed into a complete jock. He covered himself up and took a picture, surely this was all just a dream.

Whilst trying to find his gallery he came across a new app on his phone labelled 'Ultimate Man' when he opened it he was saw just a page that looked like it was written in the notes app with a few sentences on it.

"congratulations on embracing masculinity, through your free transformation we are going to turn you into the ultimate man! get ready to embrace manhood big guy"

Levi cringed at the terribly written message but whoever was behind it clearly was doing something right, even if they came off like an idiot.

Suddenly Levi began to feel warm and could feel his heart pumping. But it didn't feel like exercise or even anything strenuous it just felt like he could really notice all of the blood in his body moving around. Levi felt himself get hard and he looked down under the covers. Even his dick looked bigger. He opened up his browser app and went to his favourite website to look at videos and images of hot guys. On the home page happened to be an image of a buff Olympic swimmer climbing out of the pool, instantly Levi moaned as he came without even touching himself. He looked down at his twitching manhood, it continued to drool over his bare abs. He cleaned himself up and put a pair of shorts on and tried to make his way to the kitchen. It didn't even take two steps before Levi moaned loudly again and his knees locked together causing him to fall to the floor. He felt his underwear fill with warms and he felt his dick pulse and twitch, he took a breath thinking it was over before it fired off again.

Levi squirmed on the ground moaning unable to stop as his body forcefully went through cycles of pleasure. He didn't even have the strength to sit up. His shorts had become drenched and were stuck to him but it didn't stop. Levi tried to take them off but his hands never even made it to the waist band he simply stopped and massaged his throbbing pelvis as waves of pleasure were sent up to the rest of his body. He didn't know what was happening and couldn't even think he just laid on his bedroom floor squirming in pleasure as he was forced to come over and over again.

After a few hours it finally stopped. Levi was stuck on the ground panting like a dog in summer but after a few minutes he was able to pick himself up. He pulled off his shorts now 3 shades darker and coated in a layer of sticky gloss. He went to put them in the wash basket but ended up just dropping them on the ground next to his bed and by the time the loud wet *shlop* of his shorts finished echoing around the room he had already forgotten about wanting to wash them.

Levi put on a basic black shirt and another pair of shorts, both felt so tight it was almost like a second skin. He passed the mirror in his hallway once again he looked bigger, more defined and the imprint of his dick stood out like a sore thumb. He was still hard and his sorts were so tight every second step made him wince in a mix of pain and pleasure as he had become so sensitive down below.

Levi went to make breakfast and realised it was almost lunch

"fuck I really need to get to the gym"

he thought to himself, forgetting that he didn't even have a gym membership. Mindlessly Levi started to make his way to his car and drove to the closest gym. He was panting like a dog the entire way as the vibrations from the car gently stimulated his manhood but to him it felt like the best pleasure his dick had ever received. He felt his shirt and shorts become tighter, a few tears began to form around his thighs and the shirt started to ride up revealing his abs, it was almost like his clothes were shrinking. His toes curled as his shoes felt tighter. Finally he arrived at the gym.

Levi needed to take a moment after parking his car, he was still panting and he couldn't help but rub his groin which alone was enough to make him feel like he was edging. After almost half an hour of sitting in his car trying to collect himself he finally got out and made his way to the gym entrance. His car somehow looked smaller to him, and all his clothes felt like one wrong move and they'd all rip off. He tried his best to pull his shirt down to his waist but there was still a few inches of skin that could be seen. His shorts where the worst, he could see in the reflection of the gym windows how they hugged his thighs forming a nice V shape and he could feel how they rode up his ass, like he'd put on a pair 6 sizes too small.

Levi opened the door and went to the reception desk as his body began to feel warm again. He rapidly dinged the bell on the desk a few times before hearing a slight click noise, looking down he noticed the top of the bell had caved in and he gritted his teeth with a slight look of embarrassment on his face. A receptionist walked over from the other side of the desk and took one look at Levi, without even thinking he said,

"forgot you member ship again big guy?"

the trainer sighed and buzzed the small plastic gates open, Levi was confused but didn't question it, he quickly walked through the gates feeling desperate to work out. As he walked he felt his thighs now rubbing against each other, he felts he biceps and pushing past his pecs as his arms swung, and he felt the monster python in his pants creep slightly further to the elastic in his underwear.

Levi set up the cable machine almost by instinct. He began pulling the weight and didn't even realise he had it set to the most weight possible, and it didn't even feel like anything.

His shirt felt tighter and tighter as the sleeves pulled up above his biceps and the waist pulled up almost to his pecs, by now it looks like he was wearing a crop top. Levi struggled to pull his shirt off and was stunned by the amount of mass on his body. He could barely pull his eyes away from the mirror as he watched himself workout, he was hypnotised by the way his biceps moved and the way his pecs bounced with each movement.

Levi felt himself get heavier and heavier to the point simply moving between machines now had him out of breath, his shorts were now so tight and pulled up they practically looked like a thong. Finally Levi stopped working out feeling the enormous weight of his size falling on his. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and stared at the freakishly massive man in the mirror.

He took a step back whilst flexing and felt something bump up against his ass. He turned around expecting it to be a bench but it was one of the gym staff.

"hey man, watch where you step hahah" the staff member laughed

It took Levi a minute to get the joke, he thought the staff member was sitting at first, but his eyes widened as he realised he was in fact standing. Levi scratched his head trying to work out if this guy just happened to be short but it was hard to work out when half his view was blocked by a massive shelf of his muscles that were his pecs. It was him finally realising he was half barefoot that finally made it click in his head. He looked in the mirror at the remains of his size 12 shoes torn to pieces and bits of fabric and rubber barely around his enormous feet.

He walked through the gym to the changing rooms trying to gauge how large he had become when he saw the weight station people used to track their stats. As he got closer to the station he watched the plank of wood used to measure height get smaller and smaller until he found himself in front, looking down at the number 8FT that was barely up to the bottom of his pecs. Levi stepped on the scales and watched the digital numbers rapidly shoot up until it began to slow around 700lsb. Levi took a deep breath as he moved his mass off the scale back down to the ground, even the 3 inch drop was enough to make small things on shelves near him rattle and shake.

Levi caught himself moving towards the changing room in the mirror, he thought he was walking normal but in reality he had a ridiculous wide waddle that took up the entire walk way. As he walked through the doors to the changing rooms a large thud caused everyone in the gym to turn their heads. Levi, not used to his new size had smashed his head into the door frame but it felt like someone had flicked him rather than walking face first into metal, as he took a second to recover he saw that the door frame had actually bent slightly from the impact.

The massive giant sat on the wooden bench alone in the changing room, it comedically bent in towards the centre, his massive weight almost causing it to bend to the ground. Levi scrolled his phone to find the app hoping there was a way to size down. He opened the app he saw a few notifications but clicked the latest one.

"Congratulations, you are almost the perfect man, one final step and you will be the optimal man! FINAL STEPS: Intellect deletion protocol and Personality Rewrite"

Immediately after reading those words Levi's head felt funny, felt almost blurry, all the embarrassment about turning into a literal giant went away, all the worries about clothes fitting him were gone and new feelings started to come in. Levi looked up into the changing room mirror and smiled.

He flexed his massive bicep

"OOOOOOH YEEAAH THATS NICE"

he rose his second arm to flex his other

"FUCK IM SO BIG, BEING THIS HUGE IS AMAZING"

He stood up once again feeling his insane weight

"Oh fuck, im so heavy, but damn, so big" He said as he struggled to reach across his own body to reach his bicep

His phone pinged loudly and Levi opened it to the app, but it looked like gibberish, he couldn't make out a single word, he scratched his head with confusion, Suddenly an audio file played

"Congratulations on becoming the Ultimate Man, we are currently offering a one time special offer for only the manliest of men, increase size by an additional 2 feet and 130 pounds, to claim say "I'm a manly man"

Levi's eyes lit up with glee, he didn't understand a single thing it said other than the words 'increase size' without missing a moment he yelled at his phone

"FUCK YEAH, IM A MANLY MAN"

He watched as his hands became thicker, watched as his dick print started to look like it was gonna rip through what was left of his clothes, his head turned to the mirror and he flexed his hulked out frame with all his might watching as it started to expand even bigger.

"FUUUUUUCCCKKK YEEEEAAHHH MAN" He screamed panting, completely out of breath as the giant before him got bigger and bigger and it was almost too much for him to even move......

Becoming Alpha!

I Begin...

This has been coming for over 3 months now.  Every time he is around, I can't take my eyes off of him.  I know he sees me, but I don't care and oddly enough, it seems, neither does he.  He is the largest and most incredible looking man I have ever seen.  He is so thick with muscle that you'd think that he could barely move, but he is an incredibly agile giant. He’s limber and he stretches better than most. It's as if he has the accelerated body of a gymnast, but with huge balloon-like muscles. He's cut and inhumanly huge, looking like a Superhero.  He literally looks like one of those morphed guys that you see online on the Muscle Growth sites, but he's made of real flesh and blood.  All of the woman and most of the men fawn over him like bees to honey, but when I'm there, it seems his attention is on me, just as much as my attention is on him.  It's uncanny, but I feel he is there just for me.  

He is an Asian man, but I'm not sure what ethnicity, nor do I care. He is simply marvelous:  Dark wavy hair, skin like bronzed butter with intense features and a square jawline.  His piercing ocean blue eyes that see deep into your watery soul and lift you out of the depths of your normal life.  Those sensuously deep red, plump, delicious looking full lips, that caresses the air of which he breathes with a hypnotic cadence of sound that soothes your inner demons and raises your hidden desires.  His upper arms are at least 30 inches around and his forearms alone must be 20 inches thick. Arms that could crush a man ribs into dust with just the slightest hug, but would rather lift a man to new heights.  His chest was like a pair of life preservers made of steel, with nipples that are brownish and as big as a baby's pacifier, which hang down, like fruit on a vine, due to the weight of his massive pec muscles.  

He never wears a shirt, mainly and honestly, because I don't know of one that would fit him.   He comes into Alpha Gym from the outside shirtless, even in the winter and it's as if the weather doesn't even phase him.  I was sure his skin was impenetrable. He was always in skintight shorts, of various colors, so he must change them. Normally shorts of that size, I'm guessing at least a 5XL, but probably larger, would hang loosely on anyone else, but on him they literally look painted on, and that's not just an expression.  You can see every muscle move under those shorts...EVERY muscle!  His ass was as large as small suitcase with two huge basketball sized rocks for buttocks. His shorts were pulled so tight across them that there was an open gap where his ass-crack began, that would easily fit a hand down in it loosely, letting you see and feel the beginning of paradise. The front of his shorts is obscene even beyond porn’s highest standards, with his package protruding at least 8 inches out from his body and hanging about the same 8 inches down between his legs. The mound was filled with a cock that stretched the fabric around it leaving nothing to the imagination and the visibly lined head actually rested below the largest balls of immense glory I have ever witnessed.  His thighs are, each, larger than a Great Dane's torso and with each step or movement of them it shows the muscle cords through his bronze translucent skin. But his legs were, other than a small tuft of black hair under his arms, the most prominent area of his body that had a thin layer of hair running over it.  In fact, there was actually more than just a trace, though It's not noticeable until the light hits it just right, of a smooth field of golden fur covering his lower body, so even though he looks smooth as silk, he is covered in micro hair.   I have come to realize he does not shave, but why shave...why do anything to take away of the mighty being that he was. 

Yes, I have noticed him and studied him that closely, but from afar.  I've watched every movement, every nuance, every justification of how incredible and otherworldly he is.  You would think that he would be gawked at or even made fun of, but everyone just treats him normal, albeit if normal was acting like schoolgirls meeting the high school quarterback.  To be in his presence is to be in the presence of greatness.  No one challenges him and no one gets too close to him, but everyone knows about him, and most are drawn to him.  You can tell that any who see him, want to be with him, to be important to him.  Me? Well....there is no doubt that I'm drawn to him, but here's the thing, I should mention that I'm not gay, or I don't think I am, because honestly, since I can't get him out of my head, I just don't know anymore.  I've begun to dream about him, both day and night.  I've looked at other guys, big muscular guys, just to see if I'm attracted to them, but...well...I don't think so.  Sure, I appreciate them and, I'm sure due to him, I would love to feel their power, but it's more of an idol/worship thing than it is sexual in nature.  With him?  There is this presence of feeling whole and longing that I can't seem to shake or what too, for that matter.  Plus, I'm guessing all bets are off, because from the very moment I see him, my cock gets so hard it hurts and the throbbing of it, travels through my entire body, as if my whole body has an erection.

When he is around, my workout feels amazing.  The pump I get is more than any other time that I work out when he's not near me. Is it because I want to impress him or is it something else?  But My God...When I'm near him, I have gained more muscle and strength, faster than ever.  Each time he's in the gym at the same time with me, I literally gain about 20-25lbs of hard muscle.  I have gone from a middle-aged plump man to a well-toned muscled, contest ready bodybuilder...and it's all happening within the last 3 months, since I've seen and been around him.  As well, I think even my cock has grown an inch or two as it was thicker in my hand and to pump it, I could now use 2 hands.  Also, every time he is near, it's not just like I said about getting so rock hard, it's that I have no choice but to beat off in the showers. It's uncontrollable.  I literally don't care about anything else, just getting that feeling of power and pure ecstasy.  It's a feeling that is beyond a regular orgasm.  It's as if, when I cum, I go to another plane of existence.  The moment the water hits me, I begin my ritual of self-worship.   I pinch my nipples and feel my new harder, bigger muscles than I had when I came in that day.  I play with my entire body, edging myself and even fingering myself.  I get loud, but no one seems to care.  In fact, I get off on the fact that I know others can hear me and it makes them horny.   I get hard as ever as I feel a power course through me that drives me mad with ecstasy.  My orgasms are doubled in intensity and the amount of cum in me has tripled, as I paint the shower walls and then without even losing momentum as I'm still in a type of sexual frenzy, I lick the walls and myself clean of my cum.  The taste of my cum only makes me hornier in a vicious cycle that I can't escape.  Sometimes, even one orgasm isn't enough, as I shoot 2 or 3 times until I empty my newly larger ample nuts.  Lately, I've thought more about some of the other guys, and I'll leave the curtain open as I self-love having them watch me from their stalls.  Their admiration gets me off, too.  

So yeah, I can't explain the feeling inside me when he is around me.  I'm totally energized, horned up beyond belief, stronger than normal and I feel I could fuck a hole through a wall.   Some of the other muscle guy's asses have made me think, "Hey, it's just another hot hole that needs filled.  They would be blessed to have my cum enter them, but I haven't gone there...yet.   It's as if his mere presence changes me and I'm completely giving myself to it.  Last week, he talked to me and told me how proud he was of my growth in size and strength just in the past few months.  He really talks to anyone.  But then he did something that no one else, that I have ever seen, had happened too.  He touched my shoulder and an electric feeling of power and strength that ran through me almost made me pass out.  Visions soared inside me, and I looked up at him as I sat on the weight bench, as at that moment, I knew I was his.  He knew it was well as he passed his magic to me, in that moment of touch, everything to get me ready for what was to come.  All he said to me was, "Soon".  I had no idea what he meant, but at the touch of his hand and his word, I got harder than I had ever been almost immediately, and I shot a good-sized load inside my shorts without even trying.  He smiled and walked away, but he looked back and winked at me, to which I had my second orgasm within less than a minute after the first.  You would have thought I'd be exhausted, but it was the complete opposite.  I had never felt more energized, and I worked out for 4 hours that night, with a hard on that would not ebb, until the gym was almost empty.  What the fuck kind of power does this man have over me, I thought, but at the same time, I didn't care. I wanted more.  I went to get a drink of water and got up the courage to go and talk to him, but he was gone. 

I continued to workout for about another hour and then I went to take a shower. Since my hard on would not go down, I... well, let's just say I got a few strange looks, but a couple of the looks were of a definite interest which only made me hornier.  What the fuck?  I was getting sexually aroused by the other guys and I was completely giving into it.  One of the guys actually said to me that I was totally fuckable as he grabbed my rock-hard ass after I had stripped down in the locker room.  I quickly put on my towel, but at the same time I wanted him to continue to touch me and more.  In fact, I could feel the precum leaking out of my cock under my towel as hand continued to fondle me.  I excused myself by saying, "Soon" (Hmm, that was odd) and I walked to the showers.  As, I passed another guy, in his shower stall, drying off, I stopped when I heard him gasp and mutter under his breath, "Fuuuckkkk me, daddy".  I noticed how thick and muscled he was (which I barely ever would have done before) and I smirked at him as I took off my towel, playfully revealing my hard muscled body and rock-hard dripping cock.   I licked my lower lip and motioned with my eyes looking down his chiseled body.   He responded by licking his lips at me and looking around as if to see if anyone was watching. "Wanna wack off?" was all he said and honestly, a few months ago, I would have been appalled and disgusted, but now, I completely welcomed the man's advances and I desired to stick my cock down his throat or up his ass.  I started jerking my cock for him and he reciprocated.  As we both began the ritual, I looked down the shower stall hallway to see the ass groper and another hot well hung black man, watching me as I stepped into the stall, I turned on the water and didn't close the curtain. Both men were hard as rock and seemingly not a bit worried about anyone else that might have seen us.  In fact, all 4 of us acted like the world was only us at the moment and no one else mattered. 

The second the water touched my body, I shot a large wad of precum out into the shower stall hallway, and I heard the black man say, "Fuck, did you see that?" to the ass groper.  I looked over at my other admirer and he was jacking his cock like a fucking rabid animal. He was moaning loudly as I yearned for his body, which was hairy and thick with muscle and his cock was very thick with full ripe balls that yearned to explode their cum.  There was no doubt that I yearned for him, but I felt he yearned for me even more and that was even more of a turn on.  I wanted to fuck him and fill him with my cum. I wanted him to eat my ass and suck my cock. I wanted to own him.  In fact, I wanted all 3 of them. I needed them to worship me.  I felt a new power inside of me.  It was a power of dominance and control. I was the one they all wanted, and I was gonna give them all of me.  I was the Alpha and these...these things...were mine to use and control.  My level of excitement rose in tornado of desire as I began to jack my cock as well.  Using both my hands which didn't entirely cover my shaft, I pumped at him like I was going to fire my cannon across the hallway to put him through the back wall.  He was definitely impressed by my body and the look on his face was the most incredible look of yearning for someone that I had ever seen. He began to moaning even louder as we fist fucked ourselves. The other two men couldn't care less about being discreet as they came over, standing outside of my admirer's stall and fist pumped their own cocks.   The sounds of masturbation rang through the stalls and locker room. The wet slapping of skin and the intense crazed moans of a fire that was unrelenting coursed through us. My main focus was on my shower admirer, but I could also hear the satisfied and yearning moans of the other two men as they joined in harmony.  The feeling of one of my new super orgasms was quickly rising and I yelled to them that I was close, pointing with my free hand for the three of them to kneel in front of me.  Without hesitation, shower stud bolted out of his stall and the other two joined him, reaching me with a fervor I had never seen before as they knelt, with a bang on the tile floor, in front of me.   Their mouths opened and I plunged my cock deep in my admirer, just in time for my first huge eruption ever into a man.  At that very moment, I knew I was gay.  I had always known it, but never accepted it.  Now I relished it.  Now, I let it all out.

He tried, but he could not take the amount of cum that was jettisoning out of me into his mouth.  He swallowed as fast as he could, moaning like a cow as my pearl white jizz ran out of the side of his mouth and down onto his furry chest rug.  Both the other men began lapping up the excess cum from his chin, mouth and chest.  Then in response, he began to buck his hips as volley after volley of cum shot out of his cock coating my legs and feet. As I continued to cum in my loyal subject, I opened my eyes as I welcomed the site of both Ass groper and the black man kneeling in front of our stall as they too were cumming aIl over each other.  After we all had expelled our cum for that round, I motioned for the other two men to join me in my stall and for the next 2 hours more cum was ingested and impregnated into my loyal subjects than I thought I was able to produce. I must have cum at least 8 times, each time with only a slight less of an amount. By the eighth orgasm I was cumming like that of a normal man.  All 3 of these normally macho, viral muscle studs were completely under my spell, like my own little piglets.  Oddly, a spell that I never knew I had the power of, but now I had an abundance.   I was now a changed man, no, I wasn't a man any longer.  I felt as if I was a God and I could have most any man I wanted. I knew it. I felt it.  My Asian God had given me a gift that was the most amazing gift a man could possess.  That night, I went to a gay bar for the first time, and I must have fucked, either orally or anally, about 15 men.  My cum production never stopped, either. 

The next day, I didn't see my Asian God, but I could literally, feel him everywhere I went:  At the restaurant, at the bank, at work, and then especially at the gym. I had sex 14 times that day, once with the busboy, 3 cooks and 3 waiters at the restaurant I went to for lunch, twice with my boss at work and once again with the bank manager.  I was their Alpha and they were my subjects.  As well with each one, my power inside grew as I did as well on the outside. By the end of the day, my clothes were so tight that I decided to talk (or rather fuck the gym manager) into letting me work out in the gym after it had closed.  Without any disturbance from subjects or without the confines of clothing, I worked out nude, cumming all over in the gym as I lifted. Then it happened.

I felt myself changing again...but not just physically.

As I was taking my shower for the night, I felt him.  He was inside me now, but not literally.  He was in the shower stall next to me and I practically blacked out when I first felt him.  It was when I came the first time.  He never said anything out loud, but inside me, as I continued to masturbate, without having control of myself, I felt him. My screams of euphoria filled the building.  I think I must have had an orgasm 5 times in that shower in about 15 minutes.  Finally, I felt his orgasmic hold on me leave my body and I turned off the water and collapsed on the floor.  When I regained some my strength a few moments later, I opened the curtain and left my stall.  Instinctively, I opened his shower curtain 2 showers down and there he was.  He was even bigger than I had seen him a few days prior.  He had been bent over to hide himself from my sight before, but now he stood up.  He was well over 8 feet tall, and I would have guessed around 600lbs of pure muscle.  His cock was beyond immense, being at least 16" long and 10 inches thick, and he was not hard.  I thought to myself of a few days ago, as I gazed at him in servitude, "You touched me and..."  He interrupted my thought and said out loud, "Your Welcome" and smiled.  His voice literally shook the building. Then he motioned for me to come closer to him. He kissed the top of my head and even though I was an Alpha to anyone else that would have crossed my path, I was the loyal subject when it came to him.  I was his servant.  I was his little piglet. 

He held my head and softly raised it up to look deep into the eyes.  No... into my soul.  Then, this colossal, 600lb, 8-foot giant then picked up my, now, 290lb body, by my head, as if I were a feather, to meet his gaze directly across from him.  As I looked into his blue horizon, a warmth came over me and I shivered with joy as I knew I was finally meeting...my maker.   He didn't even have to squeeze my head, to hold me up, as it was a light touch with no pain at all inside me, just an incredible warmth.  I knew my feet had left the floor, but I wasn't afraid for falling back down.  Instead, it felt euphoric.  I felt as if he were to let me go, I would simply float in front of him.  The most amazing part though was that I felt his power coursing through me. I felt his inhuman strength and his calmness of purity and truth.  I felt like I was in a constant state of orgasm, but it something that was sustainable. A controlled euphoria.   I still felt human, but more than that. I knew my body was now superhuman and that of a God, but now, with his touch, inside my mind and my soul, I felt myself progressing to all knowing and omnipotent.  Man was no longer and would never again be a threat to me.  Like him, I knew that I would never die.  I would never get sick.  I would never again feel pain.   As he changed me, he not only improved me, but he cleansed me.  He didn't say a word. He didn't have to tell me what I was becoming.  I knew...and also, I knew my place.  I knew he had chosen me and only me.  I knew I was to learn from him. Yes, the gym was empty, and it was only he and I, but honestly, we could have been in Times Square, and wouldn't have mattered.  It was only us.  We at that moment were the only true beings in the world.  If you would have been there and seen us, our light would have blinded you, but not harmed you.  This world, our world was gone for that time.  I was in another realm, his realm.

He let go of my head and I literally floated down onto my feet. He told me with his eyes to obey his every thought as my journey was far from over.  I knelt in front of him at the precise moment that he thought for me to kneel in my mind. I did as I was told.  I don't know how, but I knew where this is going, and I welcomed it. I yearned for it. He is a God and, even though I would now be considered a God in the eyes of most, I was still insignificant.  He was all that matters.  Soon, I will learn. Soon I will join him as an equal.

Soon...I will become, Alpha.

Dumb Jock

I can feel my IQ slipping in this body. All I seem to care that is protein and lifting. I can feel my intellect transforming into nothing more than a dumb jock. Considering the trade-off, I’m OK with that. It’s strangely liberating to have no concern other than maintaining this impressive physique. 

That’s right, keep eating your meal prep. You won’t even notice the mass you’re slowly packing on your frame. Laced with growth potion, every bite of this condensed nutrition goes directly to your muscle, forcing them to grow bigger thicker wider and bulgier.

You’re just a bull. You exist to eat, lift and grow. And the growth is imminent, especially when you don’t meal prep yourself.