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Alpha bull sack dominating it's pussy prey.

(Un)indentical twins (2)

Part 1:

Half an hour later Brett emerged a totally broken man from the bathroom. His eyes were red from the tears, his agonizing ass prevented him from walking normally and his self-esteem was completely shattered. Where he once strutted around the house, he now cautiously scanned the corridor before slowly exiting the bathroom and walking to his room while glancing behind him. As he passed his brother's room, he felt his heart pounding in fear of seeing the dominant alpha show up even though he knew that his brother would be in the gym by now. He quickly went inside his own room, shut the door and locked it. He spent most of his holiday hiding in his room, hearing his brother's heavy footsteps sounding in the corridor and on the stairs. Only in the evening during the family dinner he had to face his brother, who was always grinning smugly from his side of the table. He decided to leave for campus two days early, pretending that his coach had called in the team for some additional practices. Since his parents had to go to work, they agreed to drive him to the station. The morning of his departure, he descended the stairs joyfully to finally free himself of his brother. He headed with his parents for the door.

"Not leaving without saying goodbye are ya, little bro?".

The deep remark made Brett and his parents turn around. Jason was standing in the doorway between the living room and the kitchen, radiating masculinity with his skintight tank top.

"We'll go the car so you two can say goodbye", their father said and went out with their mother.

Brett gulped as his parents shut the door and left him with his brother in the kitchen. His brother’s smug look added to his intimidating aura.

"I like the look of awe and fear when ya look at me, little bro", Jason said and closed the distance between them.

Before Brett could react, his brother wrapped his arms around him and pulled him in for a hug. He felt his brother's strong muscles press against his own softer ones. 'Ugh", he grunted as the embrace tightened some more and his brother's biceps dug into his flanks. He tried resisting but his weakened body was no match for his brother.

"Don't ya forget who's the new top dog, little bro", Jason groaned in his brother's ear while he hardened his embrace some more. He felt his brother's cock harden against his own quad. "Enjoying being close to my muscles", he growled, "I'm looking forward to yar next holiday, little bro. Imagine how much bigger than ya I will be by then". He hardened his hold a final time and then released his brother.

Brett stumbled backward as he tried to catch his breath. He rushed out the house totally humiliated and jumped into the car. He looked behind as the car drove away but he couldn't see his brother anymore. A beeping sound made him look at his phone. A shiver went through him when he saw that his brother had texted him. He put his phone in his pants without opening the message and looked at the passing landscape, happy to leave his new tormentor behind. Later that evening when he was alone in his dorm room, he opened the message his brother had sent him.

A reminder of the new reality, little bro.

Brett opened the attachment. His eyes stared at the screen of his phone as the video appeared on the screen: his shirtless brother was standing in the gym locker room and grinned into the camera. The muscle atop his brother’s torso were rock-hard, vascular, pumped and shiny with sweat. “Watch this”, his brother said and threw a most muscular. Brett’s eyes widened as his brother’s torso exploded into a symphony of striations and veins that filled the screen of his phone. He tossed the phone atop the desk and drifted off to sleep.

Brett awoke from a peaceful sleep. The fact that his now dominant brother was hundreds of miles away had given him a state of calmness he hadn’t felt until before the holidays. He got up, ditched the boxers he’d slept in and went into his little bathroom. He turned on the shower and let the hot water rain down on his 212 pound, muscular body. He chased the thoughts of his last shower incident from his mind as he rubbed soap across his meaty chest. Half an hour later, he emerged a new man from the shower. His brother was just a bad memory far away. He grabbed a towel and began drying his body. The sound of his phone made him look toward his desk. He continued toweling his body while he walked back into his room. He grabbed his phone without looking at the screen. "Hello", he said as he finished toweling off.

"Sup, little bro."

The low voice of his brother sent shivers along Brett's spine and made goosebumps exploded across his entire body. He felt his face go red and quickly wrapped the towel across his midsection to cover his cock, even though he knew that his brother couldn’t see him.

"Did ya already check out the video?"

"I…euhm…", Brett stammered.

"Ya did, didn’t ya", Jason said at his brother's embarrassed tone, "Guess what, little bro, I’m standing in yar room right now. Miring my 215 pounds of pure muscle in their full glory. Ya don’t mind me using yar big mirror, little bro?”.

“… “, Brett couldn’t get a reply past his lips as his mind filled with the image of his naked brother.

"Ya should see me, little bro", Jason continued, "All pumped from a long session at the gym. My arms are so pumped I can’t even flex ‘em. Fuck man, my bis are so hard. Like fucking rocks crammed under my skin. And the web of veins crossing them…”

Brett listened in silence. He felt his cock inflating under the towel.

“And my pecs, slabs of thick beef hanging from my chest”, Jason continued, “Fuck, little bro, ya should feel the weight of the shelf of striated muscle. My abs, a wall of eight bricks separated by deep grooves. Fuck. I'm getting hard myself."

Brett's cock throbbed violently as he heard his brother describe his muscles. "Ughn", he grunted as he came inside the towel.

"Blew yar load hearing me touch my muscles. Ya're pathetic, little bro", Jason said and ended the call.

Brett stared at his phone, his rock-hard cock tenting the cum-slick towel. Even miles away, his brother still dominated him and made him feel inferior.

The next days more students arrived back on campus and life began going back to normal. Brett kept thinking about his lanky brother's sudden growth. He searched the internet for a muscle transfer curse but could only find some sites with fictional stories about muscle theft curses. He read some of them but didn't find any actual proof of the kind of curse his brother had mentioned. "That prick's just on steroids like I thought", he said to himself as he closed his laptop, "He took advantage of my fatigue after the first semester and his roid-fueled strength to outlift me during our workouts. I can't believe I let myself be intimidated by him." He balled his fist as he thought back at the humiliating scene in the shower. "I'll make him pay", he said to himself. His anger resurfaced and drove him to reclaim his spot as the alpha of the family.

The next day, Brett rushed into the university's gym and had the most grueling workout he'd ever had. He lifted until his entire body felt like it was on fire and all his muscles screamed for mercy. After an hour, he stumbled down to the floor as his quads gave out and he threw up in a trash can against the wall.

"Got your stamina back, eh".

The rumbled remark made Brett look up and he saw Mike, the star quarterback, stare down on him. He nodded, grabbed hold of the man's hand and let him pull him up to his feet. He leaned against the wall for support as he tried to calm down his breath.

"Well?", Mike asked.

"My… brother…got big…", Brett said in between quick breaths, "Put on… 60 pounds… in one semester. Bigger than me now."

"60 pounds in one semester?", Mike replied, "Man, he must be on some powerful stuff. What are you going to do to get bigger than him again?"

"Train like a … madman", Brett replied, "Shakes, food, anything to grow."

"We both know that won't cut it", Mike stated and looked around to check the gym but didn't see anyone else, "I was stuck around 220 pounds last year. Thanks to some chemicals I'm now just over 260. Shot up 40 pounds in just three months. Enough to give me an edge on the field and not too much mass to arouse suspicion. Check out these guns." He flexed his right arm that hardened into a 23 inch orb of power.

"Got some stuff left?", Brett asked without taking his eyes from the heavily muscled arm that clearly dwarfed his brother's arm.

A grin formed on Mike's squared face. "I'll make some calls. See you in your room tonight."

Brett awaited his teammate eagerly in his room. He had gulped down four thick protein shakes during the afternoon and couldn't wait for the star quarterback to arrive. He would finally have the tools to knock down his brother. His heartbeat jolted up when a loud knock resounded. He rushed to the door and threw it open. He stepped back instinctively as he looked up into the 6'5, 261 pound athlete's eyes.

"Mind if I come in?", Mike asked casually.

Brett motioned him to enter and stepped back, staring at the man's wide back as he shut the door. "And?", he asked nervously.

"Calm down, little man", Mike replied and put his backpack down on the desk. He pulled out several vials and a syringe and put it atop the desk. He grabbed Brett's hands as the guy reached for the goods. "These things aren't free", he said and named his price.

Brett blinked at the amount. His mind urged him to bargain but his desire to grow bigger was too much. "I don't have that much on me", he said, "but I'll give you everything I have right now and get you the rest tomorrow."

Mike accepted the money and filled the syringe with the liquid from one of the vials. "Drop your pants", he said as he tapped against the syringe and turned to Brett.

Brett turned around, dropped his pants and boxers and exposed his ass to Mike. He shivered as he felt the needle plunge into his ass and the liquid being pushed into his body. A faint moan escaped his mouth as the thought of his new growth filed his mind.

"There you go", Mike said and pulled back the syringe, "Take one dose every day for a month to start. And I expect my money tomorrow or else…". Mike clenched his fist, making his meaty forearm explode in hardness to emphasize his point.

Brett gulped as the large athlete made his point. "Don't worry. First thing tomorrow morning after my workout."

"See you tomorrow morning in the gym", Mike said and left.

Brett took his phone, dropped his pants and played the video of his flexing brother again. "Enjoy your size while it lasts, little bro", he grunted while he pumped his dick. Once more, he climaxed as his brother hardened his flex to the max, but this time Brett thought of his own superior future size.

Three weeks later Brett noticed the first results of his new routine: he was up to 227 pounds, his arms reached 19 inches and felt more energized and stronger than ever. Even his performance on the field improved. That night, he flexed in front of his mirror and jerked off to his own reflection. "Curse my ass", he said to himself and compared his own flexed body to his brother's in the video, "Fuck yeah! bigger than that squirt again. He'll pay for what he did to me". His eyes scanned the new beef on his body while his hand stroked his cock vigorously. "UGHN", he moaned as he exploded and his cum splattered against the mirror.

The next weeks flew by: Brett practically lived in the gym, working out two times a day and gulping down massive amounts of protein to feed his now growing body. The steroids combined with his grueling workouts and protein gave him a growth spurt. After a month, when he injected his last dose, he'd put on 28 pounds of meat and now weighed 240 pounds. He once more dominated the other freshmen on the field and had even briefly replaced Mike when the coach wanted to spare his star quarterback for a more important game.

"Nice hustle out there, man. You trashed the other freshmen."

Brett turned around and saw Mike entering the otherwise deserted shower zone. “I feel unstoppable”, he said while a grin formed on his face. They had just had their last training of the season and as usual this semester Brett had totally dominated his fellow freshmen. Even some of the older players avoided him now out on the field.

" Looking good, man. What do you weigh now?", Mike asked and stepped up to the shower next to Brett's.

"240", Brett replied proudly and puffed his beefed up chest as he compared their bodies. He was now a big man himself, dwarfing al the other freshmen and most of the older players as well but Mike still had 20 pounds of beef on him and half a foot of height.

"You’ll be the new star on the team once I’ve graduated", Mike said as he noted Brett taking in his size. “But smaller than me this year”, he added with a grin and bounced his thick pecs to emphasize his point.

“Yeah, but way bigger than my brother now. Can’t wait to show him who’s the real alpha”, Brett replied and flexed his right arm. The 21 arm exploded into hardness and was only 2 inches shy of Mike’s superior gun before he went back to washing his body.

Mike nodded appreciatively. “How ‘bout a drink then to celebrate your new top spot in your family?”, he asked and added, “You’re buying”. He turned off the shower and strutted back to the locker room.

A month later, Brett returned home for summer filled with bliss: he had somehow managed to pass all his exams, had become the undisputed number two of the football team and knew he would move on to number one next year and he couldn’t wait to get back at his brother and unleash the full force of his beefed up body on the guy that had humiliated him during their last holiday. He felt somewhat disappointed when his father picked him up at the airport ant told him that his brother was out celebrating. The disappointment quickly made room for anger when his father added that his brother now occupied his room and had moved his stuff to the smaller room he had lived in all these years. Brett’s fist clenched and his bicep hardened inside his shirt, tensing the seams of the sleeves. One they got home, Brett greeted his mother, grinned at her remark of how big he’d gotten and walked upstairs to the bedrooms. He tried the door of his former bedroom but found it locked. He then proceeded to his new room and found all of his stuff tossed around on the floor.

“I’ve wanted to put your things in the closet, but Jason told me not to”, his mother said as she appeared in the doorway, “He said you could arrange your stuff yourself”.

“I can’t wait to get a talk with him”, Brett replied through clenched teeth and began picking up his clothes. “Don’t worry about it, mom”, he added.

Deep in the night, Brett was awoken by the sound of his brother walking up the stairs. He heard him slam the door of his room shut. “See ya tomorrow, little bro”, he said to himself and went back to sleep. His dreams were filled with images of him teaching his brother some lessons of who was in charge.

The next morning Brett awoke to a quiet house: his parents were already off to work and his brother was still sleeping. He went down and grabbed a quick breakfast. He ended it with a large protein shake from the container of his brother in the kitchen and went into the bathroom for a good shower. His fists clenched as the thought back at how his brother had humiliated him in here last time. “Can’t wait to show that squirt who’s the alpha now”, he rumbled to himself as he turned on the water and let it rain down on his beefed up frame. A good ten minutes later, he turned off the water, dried himself, wrapped the towel around his waist and went back into his room. He froze in his track when he passed the door of his brother’s room. A smirk formed on his face. “Why waste any more time?”, he asked himself and threw open the door. “WAKE UP, LITTLE BRO”, he bellowed as he stormed into the room and pulled open the curtains to let in the light.

“What…”

The grunts turned Brett’s attention toward the bed. His brother was lying under the sheets and only the back of his head was visible. “GET UP, SQUIRT!”, he yelled again. This time he got more reaction: Jason turned around and opened his eyes. He blinked several times before his eyes settled on Brett.

“What the fuck ya think yar doing in my room, bro?”, Jason spat back in anger.

Brett blinked as the deep, rumbling voice that filled the room and he took in the square face. His brother’s ones ratty face had somehow evolved into an ubermasculine, face: a strong, angular jawline gave it a squared look and his cheeks were covered with the stubble of a five o’clock beard. His once semi-deep baritone voice was now a deep, rumbling bass that vibrated down the room. He couldn’t see the rest of his brother’s body because Jason had pulled up the sheets over his body. All that Brett could see was the strong, bull-sized neck that supported his brother’s head. He noticed his brother taking in his new size.

“Ya look bigger, bro. What do ya weigh now?”, Jason asked casually.

“241”, Brett replied and bounced his chest to emphasize his point. He felt some of his old dominant nature return at the compliment.

“Yar waist is thicker. Been roiding?”, Jason asked.

“So what?”, Brett spat back, “I’m up almost 30 pounds since the last time we’ve seen each other”. He flexed his 21 inch left arm to underline his new status. His thick bicep balled up. He noticed his brother staring at his bicep and felt ready to reclaim his spot as the alpha as testosterone soared through his veins. “Seems like the tables have turned back my way, little bro”, he said and emphasized the word ‘little’. He had dreamed off this moment and knew that his revenge was going to be sweet. A smirk formed on his lip and tension hung in the air while he stared down on his brother. “Time for some payback”, he added cockily and hardened his flex some more to make his bicep swell a tad bigger.

Jason didn’t say a word. He tossed the sheets aside and got up from the bed in a swift motion.

The arrogant smirk froze on Brett’s lips as he took in his now truly massive brother. His mind noted that his brother had gone to bed fully clothed, but that was the least of the things it perceived. He saw striations ripple across his brother’s wide chest through the tight fabric of the insanely stretched shirt. His boulder-like shoulders pulled the shirt snug around their mass and the sleeves didn’t manage to cover the meaty arms. As Brett’s gaze travelled downward, he saw the lines of an eight-pack pressed against the shirt and he could even see the separation of the quads through the jeans that seemed painted on the tree-sized legs.

“Did ya say anything about tables that had been turned, little bro?”, Jason rumbled and emphasized the word ‘little’ like his brother had done seconds earlier. He stepped toward his brother.

Jason’s knees weakened as his brother seemed to swell with every step he came closer. He had to tilt his head back more and more to keep looking into Jason’s eyes. As his brother stopped a few feet from him, the massive guy eclipsed him completely: Jason’s 6’8 feet body towered over Brett’s 5’9 body and his brother’s shoulders were at least twice as wide as his own.

“Guess what, little bro: I grew too”, Jason growled grinningly, “I told ya I cursed yar ass. For every pound ya gain, I put on 10 pounds of muscle at first. The curse is wearing off and these last few months, it’s only 4 pounds. I’m now 327 fucking pounds of pure muscle!”. His last booming remark was followed by his left paw grabbing his shirt and ripping it into shreds from his body.

Brett looked in horror and disbelief at the bare torso of his humongous brother. The wide shoulders formed a strong line topped with thick traps and capped with two bowling ball-sized delts that highlighted the separation between the different heads of the muscle. His ham-sized upper arms hung relaxed but menacingly heavily muscled at his sizes and flowed into meaty forearms crossed with cable-like muscles leading up to his huge paws. His chest looked like someone had stuffed two half watermelons under his skin: the hefty, striation-crossed pecs defied gravity despite their mass and formed a protruding rack of muscle that hid his nipples from view as they pointed straight down to the floor. The top half of his deeply grooved eight-pack was obscured by the shadow of the pecs but the last two rows of brick-sized abs rippled against the paper-thin skin and a dark treasure trail ran across the center of the lowest row of thick abs. Brett blinked at the sight: with every breath his brother took, his abs rippled and his pecs seemed to go burst through the paper-thin skin they stretch to the max.

Jason laughed smugly at his brother’s reaction. “So, whatcha think, little bro?, he asked and bounced his chest like his brother had done just minutes earlier.

Brett’s eyes widened as the massive rack of muscle atop his brother’s chest danced before him and exploded in a display of striations and veins. He felt a jolt go through his cock beneath the towel as blood began rushing toward it.

“Let’s compare our bodies”, Jason rumbled and moved his brother in front of the large mirror. “Some old mirror from the gym I put on here”, he said as he noted his brother’s quizzical look.

Brett stared at his reflection that now seemed way less intimidating than before. He saw his brother pull down his pants and noticed how his boxers were stretched tight around his waist and pushed up by the mass of his tree-sized quads. He also noted that the front of the boxers were fully stuffed and stretched by his brother’s package.

“Right, let’s check things out”, Jason said and positioned himself a few feet behind his brother. “I think yar invisibly when I’m standing behind ya, bro”, he rumbled with a grin.

Brett looked at their reflection and gulped: his body seemed to drown into his brother’s beastly frame. His own well-muscled shoulders ended a few inches shy of where his brother’s canon ball-sized ones began. His own muscular arms were sticks compared to the monster arms of his brother that hung at his sides. He saw a small tent beginning to form beneath his towel as his cock kept hardening. He inhaled sharply as his brother put his hands on his hips and flared his lats: Jason seemed to almost double in broadness and eclipsed him completely.

“Flex yar left arm, little bro”, Jason commanded as he relaxed his pose.

Brett did as he was told. He raised his left arm and flexed as hard as he could. His 21 inch arm hardened into a fleshy orb of hard muscle topping a thickly muscled tricep.

“Remember that last time I only had half an inch on ya? 18.5 inches to your 18 inches. Seems like ya put on some size. How small are yar arms now, little bro?”, Jason asked.

“21 inches”, Brett muttered.

“Let’s compare then”, Jason said as he took a step closer and he extended his own left arm behind his brother’s flexed one.

Brett couldn’t believe the sight: even fully outstretched his brother’s arm looked more defined than his own flexed one.

And then Jason flexed…

His bicep didn’t just harden, it exploded upward and outward to form a perfectly round hill drenched in veins that eclipsed his own arm like a mountain eclipses a boulder. Even Jason’s low-hanging, titanic tricep was visible beneath Brett’s tricep.

“How… euhrm… how big…”, Brett muttered without taking his eyes from the incredible sight in the mirror.

“28.5 inches of steely-hard muscle, little bro”, Jason answered. “Just look at how my canon outsizes yar feeble gun”, he added. Jason suddenly lowered his arm and placed his paw atop his brother’s flexed arm.

Brett shivered as the hot paw grabbed his upper arm and he felt the fingers dig slightly into his tricep. He hardened his flex some more to resist but his brother’s strong fingers dug into his flexed upper arm as if the hard muscle was pure jelly. He winced in pain as the vise-like grip crushed the ball of muscle atop his arm. “P….please, bro”, he pleaded and his right hand reached for his brother’s wrist.

“Jeez. I’m not even trying. Yar so weak, little bro”, Jason replied and hardened his grip a final time before releasing his brother’s upper arm. “Let’s check yar wheels, little bro”, he added.

Brett was still inhaling deeply, trying to ignore the pulsing pain in his right upper arm when his huge brother barked his second command. He pulled the towel aside gently to let his left leg appear through the split without exposing his semi-hard cock. He flexed his quad, making the deep lines appear between the mass of hard muscle atop his leg and the prominent tear drop shape form next to his knee cap. His legs had always been one of his best-developed muscle groups.

Jason looked in the mirror at the display of his brother’s muscular quads. Without a remark, he closed the distance between them, positioned himself directly behind his brother and placed his own leg against his brother’s.

Brett whimpered as he felt his brother’s thick rack of pecs push into his neck and the back of his head. His eyes were drawn down at the image of his brother’s leg. He couldn’t believe the sheer size of the monster leg pressed against his own heavily muscled one. Even though his brother’s leg was still relaxed, it dwarfed his own completely in length and thickness. The hard lines on his own flexed quad were nothing compared to the crevices high-lighting the separate heads of his brother’s still relaxed quad.

And then, Jason flexed his quad…

Brett blinked as his brother’s quad seemed to explode in size and hardness: the crevices turned into deep canyons as the muscles forming his quad hardened beneath the paper-thin skin. The tear drop shape totally obscured his brother’s knee cap and thick veins snaked across the hefty mass of meat atop the quad. “Wow’, he muttered and his cock jolted as it hardened even more.

Jason switched his position slightly so that his two legs were against his brother’s legs and flexed them.

Brett felt the superhuman legs flex and dig into his own. He tried resisting but his brother’s thick quads seemed like pure concrete. He felt like he was being crushed. “P…please, bro… you’re… hurting me…”, he pleaded again.

“Weak runt”, Jason spat back and released his grip. As he did, the towel wrapped around his brother’s waist got pulled back and dropped to the floor.

Brett was too busy rubbing his aching quads to notice his brother’s grin.

“Seems like ya enjoy being close to me, little bro”, Jason said smugly as he saw his brother’s rock-hard 8 inches pointing straight at the mirror. “Can’t blame ya: even in the gym most guys can’t keep their eyes off me when I’m working out and sport wood when they share the shower. Hell, even I get turned on by me new bod. All these hard, huge muscles. Feels so fucking good to be the alpha”, he added. The thought of his own muscular superiority and totally dominating and outsizing his beefed up brother filled his mind. In a matter of seconds, his own cock sprang to life inside his boxers and raced to full hardness. With a tearing sound, the fleshy snake ripped away the boxers and reed itself from it’s fabric prison.

Brett shivered in fair as he felt his brother’s rock-hard cock slap against his muscular ass. Memories of their last encounter in the shower whirled through his mind. He took a step forward to escape, but his brother shoved him to make him smack with his pecs against the mirror. He placed his hands against the cold glass to get away, but his brother’s paw landed on his shoulder, making him freeze in his tracks. He felt his brother’s breathing in his neck as Jason positioned his mouth next to his ear.

“Remember last time? How my 8.5 incher made ya whine like a baby?”, Jason asked.

Brett didn’t reply. His hole clenched in a ridiculous attempt to defend himself from his now beastly brother. His mind knew it was useless, but his natural instincts made his hole clench in a defensive reflex.

“Guess what, little bro: my cock grew along with my muscles”, Jason went on, “Picture it: soon ya’ll have 14 inches of me inside ya.”

Brett shuddered as his brother’s remark raced through his head. Images of an impossibly thick and unusually long cock popped up in his mind. Another jolt shot though his own painfully hard 8 incher. He tried speaking but the words died on his lips.

“Have ya been looking forward to meeting again, little bro? Thinking to reclaim yar spot as the alpha?”, Jason asked.

Brett nodded in response. He thought back at the countless times he had flexed in front of his mirror in his dorm room, comparing his beefed up frame to his brother’s body in the video Jason had sent him, jerking off at the mere thought of going to physically dominate his brother that had humiliated him. Every hope of realizing his plans made during his long workouts had molten away from his mind like snow in the sun. He knew there was no way he could stand up to his now over 80 pounds heavier brother.

“Guess what, little bro: I have been eager to see ya again ever since my body exploded in size. I knew instantly ya had to roiding. Fuck, I gained like 60 pounds of pure muscle in three weeks. And the slabs of muscle only grew more and more on my bod”, Jason said into his brother’s ear, “Energy and testosterone coursing through my veins, feeding my ever growing muscles. Fuck, little bro, ya made me into a tank: unstoppable!”.

Anticipation hung in the air for a split second.

Then, Brett felt the thick head of his brother’s cock being positioned against his asscheeks. His breathing fastened as he knew what was coming. His brother’s strong paws placed on his left shoulder and right hip made any escape or even movement impossible. He closed his eyes and tried thinking of pleasant things. Images of himself dominating the football field formed inside his head, followed by images of him setting new PR’s in the gym with his grown body.

None of Brett’s attempts was enough to prepare his mind for what came next.

A loud, pain-filled shriek tore open Brett’s mouth and flew through the room as the thick head of his brother’s cock pushed inside. His tows curled against the floor. His hands clawed at the mirror. His back arched and pushed his neck and head into the thick rack of muscular pecs shoving against him. His breathing froze inside his chest. His heartbeat pulsed inside his ears. No matter what he tried, he couldn’t focus his mind on anything else to relax: the sheer size of his brother’s cock was the center of his entire existence at that moment.

“Still enjoying my new size, little bro?”, Jason asked sarcastically into his brother’s ear, “Feeling the difference with last time?”.

Brett couldn’t answer: his mouth was torn open in a soundless scream. His knees buckled from a combination of pain and pleasure, sending trembling motions through his 241 pound body.

Jason felt his brother’s muscular body shake in his firm grasp. He continued pushing his cock deeper and deeper inside the helpless athlete in his grip. “There we are”, he rumbled inside his brother’s ear as he pushed the final inch of his cock inside him.

Brett didn’t know what was happening: black dots danced in front of his eyes and agonizing jolts of pain made his overstretched ass spasm. He was forced to stand on his toes as the entire length of his brother’s manhood filled him. He felt his brother’s trimmed pubes brush against his ass, a scratching sensation that felt somehow pleasant. But the very center of his being, the essence of his entire existence at that moment was the searing hot, thick snaked that filled him unlike anything he’d ever felt. His own cock spasmed wildly into the air.

Jason noted the look of pain, pleasure and sheer ecstasy on his brother’s face. He felt the overstretched ass spasm around his thick cock, sending a responsive feeling of electrical pleasure through his rock-hard shaft. “Mugh. So fucking tight”, he growled into his brother’s ear. His left paw released his brother’s shoulder and grabbed on to the 241 pound athlete’s left hip.

Brett felt his brother grab his waist tightly. He moaned in relief as he felt the cock withdrawing from his ass. With an audible ‘pop’ the fleshy snake left his ass and he inhaled deeply. His body shivered as his knees buckled again in weakness but the strong paws held him upright. He inhaled loudly and deeply to fill his burning lungs with oxygen. The nerves around his wrecked hole sent painful stabs to his brain. But a feeling of emptiness dominated his mind.

After what felt like an eternity to Brett, but were only seconds in reality, Jason’s 14 incher was pushed back in.

“Oughnpf”, Brett squawked as the fleshy snake sought its way again inside him. Once more, the thickness of the engorged shaft destroyed his defenses and overstretched his ass. He felt goosebumps brake out cross his body and his back arched him against his brother’s protruding shelf of pecs again. The black dots came dancing before his eyes once more as inch after inch of rock-hard meat invaded him for the second time.

“Mugh. A bit less tight, but still a near perfect fit”, Jason said as he buried his dick completely inside his brother.

Brett had closed his eyes in complete submission. He stood on his toes, impaled on his beastly brother’s 14 incher, feeling smaller and weaker than ever. His own cock still stubbornly hard.

Jason grabbed his brother’s hips more tightly and began thrusting back and forth, plowing his brother’s ass as his cock moved back and forth inside it. He looked into the mirror and saw the striations on his freakishly wide shoulder as the massive delts bulged from the movement. His massive triceps jutted from the sides of his arms.

Brett’s face was shoved against the cold mirror, drool leaking from his opened mouth onto the glass. His body rocked under the force of his massive brother’s thrusts. He felt the thick pecs push into his neck as the 327 beast inhaled and the strong breath ruffled his hair when his brother exhaled. The low grunts rumbled into his ears. “Ughnpf”, he groaned as his brother upped the pace and force of his thrusts. His left hand let go of the mirror and reached down. He closed it around his own throbbing 8 incher. He began pumping his shaft as the grunts of his brother got deeper and the breathing onto his hair got faster. “BRO…ughn”, he yelped as he came in long spurts against the mirror. His entire body spasmed and cramped up as his balls blasted out their load with an unprecedented force and violence.

Jason felt his brother clamp tight around his cock and heard his cum splatter against the mirror. The thought of totally dominating him sent him over the edge. He buried his dick violently and deeply inside his brother as his lemon-sized balls drew tight and rushed out their load. His cock twitched forcefully as it spewed its hot liquid into the 241 pound athlete. “YEAUGHN”, he roared in a sound that rivaled thunder and rattled the window of the room.

Brett’s eyes widened in disbelief as he felt the fleshy snake fill him with cum. The pressure kept building up inside him while his six-pack began bloating and he felt the hot liquid drip along the inside of his legs.

Muscle Growth

(Un)indentical twins (2)

Sorry for the long delay between parts one and two. Enjoy! Two Half an hour later Brett emerged a totally broken man from the bathroom. His

The locker room loser

Keith strutted into the deserted gym next to Orchid University. He loved working out late at night, jumping to whatever exercise he felt doing and not having to wait at any of the machines. Not that other guys made him wait. His 6'3 and 242 pound frame not only earned him success on the football field, it also intimidated anyone that got in his way. Not to mention the attention of the girls… He continued past the deserted counter and entered the locker room. He put his bag on a bench and began getting out his shake and towel.

"Hi, Keith".

The faint voice made Keith turn around and he stared down at the skinny guy that had just entered. He recognized Tyrone, some skinny freshman who worked in the gym. He nodded and returned to his stuff.

"What are you training tonight?", the little guy asked, "Or just a quick workout for football?".

Great. A talker, just what I need. Why do guys that wanna talk don't go to bars?, Keith thought as he tried to ignore the guy.

"Not in a mood to talk? Focused on training, he?", Tyrone went on.

Keith turned to face the guy with an annoyed look on his face. He noticed how the shirt hung like a tent on the freshman's pathetic body and how his shorts covered his legs almost completely. He unzipped his hoody and took it off, revealing his heavily muscled torso highlighted by his skintight tank top.

Tyrone gulped at the sight of the round shoulders that stuck out like bowling balls to support the thick arms.

A smug grin formed on Keith's face at the small guy's reaction. "Training builds muscle. Ya should try it", he said and casually bounced his pecs.

"Tough guy, he", Tyrone replied, "Want to test your strength?". He motioned to a weird machine placed at the end of the row of lockers.

It was some old-looking grip strength tester. It had an electronic display in the center and below there were four metal handles.

"Ya want to go up against me? In a test of strength?", Keith asked laughingly and throw a double bicep pose. His meaty arms swelled to their 20 inches of muscle covered with some fat.

"Just for fun", Tyrone said without taking his eyes from the orbs atop the large guy's arms as he moved to the machine.

Keith shook his head incredulously and stepped over to the machine, completely dwarfing the freshman. They both grabbed hold of two handles.

"Who's the alpha and who's the beta?" The display read off as it sprang to life.

"I'll go first", Tyrone said and squeezed the handles with all his might. His 120 body shook and his face turned red from the effort.

"POWERHOUSE", the display said.

Keith followed. He gripped the handles firmly and clenched his thick fist, his body barely feeling the effort.

"POWERHOUSE", the display said, "TIE!"

"Seems like were matched", Tyrone peeped, "Let's try again". He repeated his earlier movement, getting another 'POWERHOUSE' reading.

Keith couldn't believe this pathetic guy was matching his power. His competitive nature took over and he pressed the handles again.

"MUSCLE MAN", the display showed, "Advantage to player one! Next round!".

"Not so tough after all, it seems", Tyrone said and continued the game to get another "POWERHOUSE" reading.

"What the fuck?!", Keith boomed, "This game is rigged". He summoned his strength, his knuckles turning white as he grabbed the handles.

"MANLY", the display showed.

Black dots danced shortly before Keith's eyes and a shiver traveled down his spine as he read off the text. "How…", he began and the other words died in his throat as he looked down at his body. His torso no longer strained his tank top. The fabric now sat more loosely around his somehow diminished muscles. He didn't stand out like the heavily muscled guy he used to be, but looked more like someone who worked out regularly. He glanced aside and noticed the other change: the once skinny Tyrone was now filling out the shirt that hung on him like a tent minutes earlier. The guy could now easily pass for a model.

"My turn again", Tyrone said in a deepened voice.

"No. I give", Keith said and tried releasing the handles but his paws seemed somehow fused to them.

"We have to continue the game until there's an alpha", Tyrone said and applied his strength to the handles.

"POWERHOUSE!", the display said.

Keith gulped as he saw a jolt shoot through the freshman's body. He reluctantly copied his opponent's grab, noticing how the handles seemed to resist. He stared in disbelief at the display as it read "Mr. PUNY".

Tyrone looked aside and saw more mass disappear from the football player's body. Their bodies were pretty evenly matched now. "Oh yeah", he grunted as he felt the energy flowing through the handles into his growing body. He grabbed the handles again, now easily pressing into the metal.

"POWERHOUSE!!"

"Why are there exclamation marks on it?", Keith asked in his weakened voice while he saw another jolt of growth shoot through the now pumped up fitness model-sized freshman that began looking bigger than him.

"There's more power in my body now", Tyrone replied in a baritone voice, "your turn".

"Do I have to?", Keith muttered.

"DO IT!", Tyrone boomed.

Keith shook and instinctively obeyed the bigger man. His body shook with effort and his face turned beat red.

"WEAKLING"

Keith felt another wave of weakness dance through him. His once skintight tank top now hung loosely from his diminished frame. He felt his sweatpants slide down along his thinning legs. He looked down and saw that he had lost every ounce of muscle he'd ever gained. The movement next to him caught his eye.

Tyrone saw the mass siphon away from the football player's body and pass through the machine into him. His formerly baggy shirt now clung to his beefed up torso: his swelling pecs pulled the fabric forward while his thickening back pushed the fabric backward and his broadening lats put more and more tension on the seams. The sleeves that used to cover most of his arms didn't even cover his upper arms anymore: his widening shoulders pulled the fabric up to showcase his meaty arms. His baggy shorts now came only halfway on his thick quads.

Keith gulped as he had to look up to catch the freshman's eye. The guy now looked like an amateur heavyweight bodybuilder. "Please", he pleaded in an unfamiliar higher voice, "no more. I can't get smaller".

Tyrone just smirked and effortlessly tightened his grip around the metal handles, making the machine shake from his force.

"POWERHOUSE!!!!!"

Keith blinked in disbelief at the display. He refused to look aside as the shadow of the freshman grew and he heard the tearing sound of the ripping fabric. He knew he had no other option than to continue the game. He grunted as he summoned every ounce of force in his weakened body. The handles seemed to resist his grip.

"PATHETIC"

The letters on the display appeared to turn blurry and a wave of fatigue flowed through Keith. He could feel more size escaped his body and his boxers that used to showcase his meaty ass and lengthy cock fell to the ground.

"CALCULATING SCORE", the display showed, "Player two… = BETA BOY!"

Keith fell the last ounce of masculinity vanish from him. He felt his balls shrivel to the size of small marbles and pull closer to his body. His cock, once his 10 inches of pride followed this lead: it shrunk to a pencil-thin 2 incher. A ringing sound made him look back at the machine.

"Player one", the display said, "… = TOTAL ALPHA!!!!!"

"YEAUGH", Tyrone groaned as a final, yet very powerful surge shot through his huge frame. His tight, already ripped shirt exploded into shreds as his huge muscles grew to another level of thickness. A loud snapping sound followed as his shorts and boxers gave in under the pressure of his thickening waist. His head shot up as more height was added to his frame. He grunted as he felt the energy shot into his groin. His balls swelled to the size of lemons and sank lower in between his meaty quads and his 7 incher amassed girth and length, snaking further down against his leg. Without looking at the drained football player, he swaggered over to the mirror on the other side of the locker room. He ripped away the last remains of his destroyed shirt and stared at his nude reflection.

"FUAK", Tyrone bellowed, his eyes widening in disbelief at the image of perfection staring back at him. He scanned every inch of his now beastly physique before beginning to explore his new body. His paws groped the protruding rack that hung from his chest, clawing at the hard meat of the half watermelon-sized pecs and testing the weight of meaty slabs; they slid down onto a stony eight-pack made of cobblestones separated by deep grooves. He licked his lips while taking in the size of his perfectly round shoulders that outsized bowling balls and the insane size of the monster arms that hung from them: the muscle on his upper arms twitched underneath the paper-thin skin and seemed ready to explode from it; his lower arms were crisscrossed with cable-sized cords of muscle. His lower body was just as impressive: his quads rivaled young trees in size; they were jam-packed with hard beef that eclipsed his kneecaps; his calves were bigger than most guys quads. He was about to grope the lengthy snake as a faint movement caught his attention.

Keith had ignored the giant freshman, knowing he was no match for the guy now. While Tyrone went to inspect his new physique in front of the mirror, the diminished athlete made his move. He slowly released the handles he was still groping, pulled up his now baggy boxers and equally large sweatpants and kept his hand on them to prevent them from falling off again. He cautiously stepped to the door, making sure not to attract the freshman's attention. He grabbed the door handle and tried pushing it down. The door didn't move. He tried again, applying more force this time.

"I locked it earlier when I came in".

The deep rumbling bass filled the locker room like thunder and vibrated down Keith's weak body. His hand was frozen to the door handle. He heard the heavy footsteps and the large shadow grew on the door as the giant freshman came to him. A paw grabbed his armpit and dragged him in front of the mirror. He glanced up at his reflection and gasped: the ridiculously large clothes hung from his emaciated body and made him look like a kid who had put on his bigger brother's clothes. He peeped as the paw ripped away the clothes and exposed him completely. Tears welled up in his eyes: he looked like a weak boy instead off the hulking athlete he had been minutes earlier. Every trace of muscle that had once highlighted his physique, was gone. The layer of fat that used to give him a bulky appearance now made him look pudgy ad childlike. The beefy football player that dominated the team had been replaced by a meager boyish figure. He couldn't even remember having ever been this small. His 5'1, 105 pound body made him weak and puny by any standard.

"Turn around!"

The booming command made Keith jump up and he quickly did as he was told. He looked straight at the top row of the most deeply grooved set of abs he'd ever seen. He tilted his head up to stare at the face and instinctively took a step backward as his mind processed the size of the beastly freshman in front of him. The now 6'6, 330 pound Tyrone dwarfed him unlike anything he'd ever done to other guys. His own 242 pound body had been bulky and massive, but the giant freshman didn't seem to have an ounce of fat on him: deep grooves, striations and veins edged along the hulking mass of his hard muscles that pushed against his skin. His square face, shadowed by a five o'clock beard sat atop an insanely thick neck that flowed into a broad line capped with boulder-like shoulders. Striations were visible through the thin skin stretched across the perfectly round delts. A thick vein snaked over the shoulders down on the ham-sized arms and branched off in dozens of smaller veins to feed the huge biceps at the front and the thick triceps that jutted out from the back. The beastly freshman outsized even elite superheavyweight bodybuilders. He looked like an anatomy chart that had come to live and was perfectly proportioned, except for his arms that seemed just a tad too big. Masculinity seemed to ooze from him and hang in the air like electricity around his hulking frame.

Tyrone moved in front of the mirror and threw a most muscular. "FUARK", he roared as his muscles exploded in a symphony of harness, striations and veins across his body, "seems like there's a Tyrex in town". The faint 'wow' made him turn his attention back to the former athlete next to him. A smug grin formed on his face as he noted the awe in the frail guy's eyes. "Yo Keith", he said and brought his right arm up in front of his torso and flexed it, 'BADABOOM".

Keith's eyes widened while the bicep in front of him exploded in size. The orb of hard meat sprang upward and outward into a pineapple-sized muscle choked in veins. The bicep swelled and hardened some more as the beastly freshman tightened his flex fully, stopping just below 30 inches of pure muscle. The sight of the massive arm hardening inches from his face made Keith's cock race to hardness and spew out a small, watery load that dribbled from the 2 incher.

Tyrone noticed the fallen athlete's reaction and felt a jolt go through his own cock while he realized he totally dominated the small guy. He relaxed his right arm, placed his paw atop the guy's bony shoulder and pushed him down.

Keith was forced to his knees by the paw that covered his shoulder, upper arm and half of his flat chest. He looked forward and stared straight at the fleshy snake that was lengthening along the thick quad and began rising upward. Within seconds the 14 inch cock was at full length, veins running along the thick shaft and the purple red head pointed directly at his face. He looked up but he couldn't see the freshman's face: the protruding rack of pecs hide it from his view. "Please…", he pleaded but a large paw grabbed the back of his head and the snake was rammed into his mouth.

Tyrone grinned as he felt the small guy's hand tug at his right arm that held his head in place. His thick forearms easily withstood the tugging. He pushed more of his cock into the hot mouth.

Keith gagged as 10 inches of the fleshy snake filled his mouth. He ceased his clawing and placed his frail hands atop the beastly quads for support as the beastly freshman began pumping in and out his mouth. His vision was filled with the cobblestone-sized abs that flexed on the rhythm of the thrusts.

"YEAUGHN", Tyrone roared as ecstasy exploded through his 330 pound body. His lemon-sized balls drew tight and began releasing their thick load into the fallen athlete's mouth.

Keith quickly gulped down the first huge load, a second one filling his mouth seconds later. He sucked down as much of the sticky spunk as fast as he could, but the hefty balls kept blasting out loads. Cum began flowing from the corners of his mouth and even from his nose. His vision began going dark by the lack of oxygen. After 10 loads, the snake withdrew from his mouth and blasted a final load onto his face, coating it with liquid heat. The paw released his head and he slumped down to the floor.

Tyrone turned his gaze back to his reflection in the mirror. He flexed his left arm, smirking as the huge muscle exploded into a massive orb of vein-covered beef. He would have sworn he heard his skin stretch tight as the monster bicep swelled to its new size. He went over to Keith's gym bag and grabbed his hoody. He ripped off the sleeves and put it on. The zipper could only close over his eight-pack, his pecs protruded so far from his chest that it was impossible to get the zipper up any further. He grabbed a pair of baggy sweatpants from another locker and pulled them on: they fight like a second skin over his gargantuan legs. He threw a final look on the emaciated senior lying on the floor and left.

Muscle Growth

The locker room loser

The locker room loser

Justin Question

“Oh FUCK baby…give it to me,” Justin moaned.

I looked down to watch my thick cock sliding in and out of my boyfriend-of-2-years’ tight ass.

“Mmmm, you fucking slut,” I growled, picking up the pace, ramming my 8-inch cock in hard and fast, enjoying the sound of Justin’s breath catching in his throat as I did.

We both LOVED fucking doggy style.

I grabbed his hips with both hands, pulling him back onto my cock and looking down to see my flexed biceps bulging.

Justin screamed with pleasure.

“OH FUCK YEAH”.

Sweat dripped from my heaving, swollen pecs down onto my defined abs. Still pounding Justin’s sexy ass, I ran one hand up his back, feeling him shiver to my touch, and grabbed his hair, pulling his head back hard.

“Mmmmmmm YEAH,” Justin moaned, desperate.

He loved it rough.

“TAKE THIS THICK COCK SLUT BOY,” I roared, fucking him even harder.

Justin gasped, moaning continuously and pushing his twink ass back onto my cock.

“Breed me Daddy,” he begged.

I was getting close.

“Oh I will boy,” I grunted, pounding him like an animal rutting.

I looked up at the mirror on the wardrobe opposite our bed. God we looked hot when we fucked.

I brought one arm up, flexing my bicep as I hammered Justin’s ass hard. I loved the look of my swollen peak, veins mapped across the surface, the epitome of manliness. Justin loved it too – he looked up while we fucked and then reached down, starting to jerk his cock as he stared at my pumped bicep.

“Mmmmm look at your fucking huge biceps,” he groaned, clearly close to cumming himself.

The sight of my hot twink boyfriend jerking his cock to my muscular arms, pushed me over the edge.

“FUCK BABE I’M GONNA CUM,” I roared, feeling the orgasm start to rise up from my swollen balls.

“BREED YOUR BOY,” Justin moaned in response as I grabbed his hips again, thrusting my throbbing dick deep in him.

With that, my thick cock swelled even more, pleasure ripping through my entire body and an animalistic scream escaping my mouth. Jets of cum shot from my cock and I looked down to see Justin writhing too in his own intense orgasm.

It was always like this for us.

“FUCK,” we both screamed over and over, bodies writhing. I collapsed forward, my hard cock still in Justin’s tight ass. I knew he liked the feel of me on top of him like this and heard him sigh in pleasure.

We lay like that for several minutes as our powerful orgasms continued to subside, our rapid breathing starting to settle.

“Right babe…I need to hit the shower,” I said, suddenly aware of the time – I couldn’t be late for work again.

He tried to reply but no real words came out. I chuckled as I headed to the bathroom, pleased I could still fuck him into a sex coma.

I turned on the shower and, as I waited for the water to heat up, I appreciated my reflection in the large mirror above the sink. I couldn’t deny I was pretty happy with what I saw. Pushing on for 35 and with a busy job that involved plenty of shift work I had to put in a lot of effort to stay in shape. A boyfriend 10 years younger than me certainly helped as motivation. I’d been hitting the gym 4 times a week for 15 years and I guess it showed. I liked how my slightly hairy pecs jutted out over my abs, still heaving from the exertion of the fuck. I liked the size of my arms – I couldn’t help pulling a double bicep flex and watching the symmetrical mounds of muscle bunch up tight. Impressive peaks for an amateur lifter. I liked my 8 pack abs and the “v” leading down to my thick, now soft, cock. And I fucking loved my quads – big and thick – just looking at them made me feel so strong.

I quickly jumped in the shower, conscious that if I kept up this line of thought I’d be rock hard again and subsequently late for work. I let the warm water cascade over my worked-out body, totally relaxed from the amazing fuck session.

Five minutes later, I was back in the bedroom, a towel wrapped around my waist. Justin had barely moved, other than to flip himself over so that he was now lying staring at the ceiling, his arms above his head.

I couldn’t help letting out a deep moan as I took in the beauty lying in front of me. I loved his slim figure and smooth skin, still glistening with drops of sweat from his pounding. His cute boyish face was totally peaceful and a beautiful smile lightened his features as he opened his eyes to look at me. I ran a hand up his tight abs (Justin too kept himself in shape) and then tweaked his hot nipples causing him to shudder in response.

“Don’t…” he moaned. “You’ll be late for work…”.

A mischievous smile on his face. I knew he was right and headed over to the wardrobe to find my work clothes.

“Erm…Dan?” Justin said a minute later, his hesitancy causing me to turn and take in the slight frown that had appeared on his face.

“Yeah babe…what’s up?” I asked, pulling on my scrubs and walking over to sit next to him again.

“I was just thinking…”

Justin was never nervous.

“Go on babe, spit it out,” I said kindly, stroking his short blond hair.

“Well…could we…perhaps…try it the other way round next time?” he asked, immediately looking to the side to avoid my gaze.

Ah.

“Justin…we’ve talked about this. I just don’t think it would work babe,” I replied, full of love for him.

“Why not Dan? You never tell me why…” he said, accusation in his voice.

This conversation came up from time to time. At first, it had been natural that I’d be the one doing the fucking – Justin loved riding cock and I loved to give it. Recently though he’d been more questioning…why couldn’t we swap sometimes? It was getting more and more difficult to diffuse the situation…

“It’s because of this isn’t it?” he questioned angrily, holding his cock in his hand.

I was surprised at his directness and was too slow to deny the accusation. It didn’t help that there was truth in what he said – Justin was blessed with a cute face and fit body but his smaller-than-average cock had always been a sore point for him. I didn’t want the experience to be disappointing for either of us…

“I knew it,” he barked, his normally beautiful features rearranged into a mask of anger and humiliation.

“No Justin…it’s not that,” I replied, trying to placate him. It was not a total lie. There was something else contributing to my reluctance – I had to admit that I’d gotten used to being the “big spoon” in our relationship. It just worked for us. The idea of taking on a more submissive role would be hard to swallow and even harder to admit.

“You’re lying,” he shouted, tears welling up in his eyes.

“No babe…wait,” I pleaded as he jumped up and ran to the bathroom. I heard the lock click and knew it was too late to convince him otherwise.

I didn’t see Justin much in the next few weeks – with both of us doing shift work this happened from time to time. When we did see each other, I couldn’t help but feel that there was an elephant in the room that neither of us acknowledged. I knew it would have to be me that brought up the subject again but, cowardly, I just couldn’t do it. The truth was I had no idea what to say.

Finally, driving home from a long shift one day, I decided enough was enough. I was going to have to tell him about my insecurities

“Justin,” I called as I came through the front door. “We need to talk”.

“Just a minute…” I heard him shout from upstairs. “I’ll be down in a sec…”

I didn’t want to wait, scared I’d lose my nerve, so bounded up the stairs two at a time and burst into our bedroom.

I gasped in horror, taking in the sight in front of me.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” I roared.

Justin was stark naked in front of the mirror, a syringe of blue, viscous liquid in his hand, looking at me in terror.

“Justin…don’t…” I begged.

But it was too late. Before I couldn’t even get close he’d flipped the cover off and plunged the needle into his ass cheek, injecting the strange-looking fluid in one go.

“Oh FUCK Justin,” I moaned in dismay. “What the HELL was that?”

“J-just a supplement,” he stammered, nervous.

I spotted the packaging on our bed, snatching it up before Justin had a chance to grab it.

“No…please…don’t look,” he whimpered, his eyes pleading.

I looked down at the product information leaflet in horror.

------------MIRACLE GROWTH------------------------

“The ONLY penis-enlargement supplement worth taking”

Other than this attention-grabbing slogan, there was barely any information in the leaflet at all – it was just filled with wishy-washy testimonies from ‘satisfied customers’. Certainly, there was nothing that even got close to telling you what was in the damn thing.

“This could contain ANYTHING” I bellowed, apoplectic with rage. “HOW COULD YOU?”

“I had to,” he replied, trying to stand his ground whilst his face betrayed him, flushing with embarrassment.

“Do you really care THAT much,” I responded, still shouting.

“YOU MADE ME CARE,” he cried, starting to cry.

I was about to shout some more when a spasm crossed his face and I halted in my tracks.

“What is it babe?” I asked, all anger suddenly leaving me.

“I-I-I feel s-strange,” he moaned.

My heart dropped 40 feet. I knew it. This was bad.

“Strange how Justin?” I asked, doctor-mode taking over. “Come on, lie down on the bed”.

Justin did as he was told, lying back on the bed, a strange expression on his face.

“Tell me what’s going on babe…this is killing me,” I pleaded, kneeling next to the bed and stroking his hair in desperation.

“No Dan…it feels…good,” he moaned, letting out all his breath in one go.

I still couldn’t relax.

“What do you mean, ‘good’?” I questioned.

“I dunno…I just feel…good,” he repeated infuriatingly.

I watched in amazement as he started rubbing his hands over his body, his eyes tight shut, a look of pure ecstasy on his face. He let out a deep moan as he played with his hot nipples. I felt my cock start to grow in my pants despite myself.

Justin’s cock was starting to get hard too. He ran one hand down his abs to squeeze it, his fingers pulled tight around his growing member. Within seconds his cock was fully hard, around 3 inches.

“Fuuuck,” he moaned, deeply.

“What is it babe?” I asked, nearly hysterical.

He moaned in response, starting to stroke his rock-hard cock, two fingers wrapped around its small girth. I noticed how even using just a few fingers, you could barely see his small cock head over the top.

“My cock…” he groaned.

“What about it Justin?”

“It feels…amazing…” he moaned, now stroking faster and faster.

I watched as his whole body started to writhe in pleasure, moans escaping his mouth with every breath. He jerked his tiny cock like there was no tomorrow.

“Oh FUCK,” he gasped suddenly.

I nearly asked what was wrong but stopped myself, realising that there was nothing wrong at all. Justin was experiencing more pleasure than I thought was possible and the cause was blindingly obvious. I could barely speak as I noticed that Justin’s previously tiny cock was starting to swell before my eyes, its bulging head now an inch clear of his stroking fingers. It looked thicker too, starting to pull apart his fingers so that he had to readjust his hand.

My own cock was now painfully hard in my tight boxers and I reached down subconsciously to pull it out, starting to stroke as I watched.

Suddenly, Justin’s eyes sprang open and he looked down at his rapidly enlarging member.

“FUCK YES,” he moaned deeply. “I’m growing”.

His eyes shut again as he continued to stroke himself. His cock looked nearly 5 inches long now and was showing no signs of stopping its continuous growth. A thick stream of precum was leaking from his swollen cock head, running over his fingers.

“It’s going to be fucking MASSIVE,” he roared, making me jump.

I could tell he was right and I couldn’t help jerking my own cock hard and fast as I watched. This was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Justin was now using his whole hand to jerk his cock – something he could never have done before – and still it continued to lengthen. An inch beyond his fingers. Now two. When the fuck would it stop?

Justin’s moans were getting deeper, more erotic. I would cum soon just watching him.

His balls too had swollen in size, two globes nestled between his legs, full of hot twink cum.

His massive cock was thickening, stretching apart his fingers so that he struggled to wrap them all the way round. I guessed it was about 7 inches long now.

We both had the same thought at the same time.

“FUCK. I’m going to be bigger than you,” he moaned, letting out a slight laugh.

I almost thought he’d forgotten I was there.

I looked down at my own not unimpressive cock and realised he was right. In that moment I didn’t care.

“OH FUCK THIS FEELS AMAZING,” he roared, his voice deeper and more masculine than ever before.

He reached down, rubbing his fingers over his bulbous cock head as he continued to stroke with his other hand. I watched as he then brought his fingers, glistening with thick precum, up to his mouth. He sucked on them, moaning deeply.

“Mmmm I taste good.”

My mouth watered as he reached down for another taste.

“Suck me,” he ordered, as if reading my mind.

I didn’t hesitate. His hand was immediately replaced by my hungry tongue and lips. I licked up and down his still-growing, veiny shaft before wrapping my lips around his swollen cock head.

We both moaned together. Fuck he did taste good.

Within seconds I was bobbing up and down on his dick, taking as much as I could but feeling it hit the back of my throat. I cradled his distended balls in my hands, amazed at their weight and size. His cock had to be bigger than 8 inches now.

Bigger and thicker than my own.

Still, I kept sucking, his moans feeding my own throbbing boner.

“FUCK,” he roared. “You’re a good COCKSUCKER”.

I bristled slightly at his words but there was no way I was going to stop worshiping his Godly cock. Justin started thrusting his hips up and down, forcing his mammoth cock into my mouth over and over, now holding the back of my head.

In a frenzy of bliss, I marvelled at how my twink boyfriend was now fucking my face with his enormous man meat. He was letting out deep, animalistic grunts with every thrust. Noises I’d never heard him make before. My throat was getting sore, abused by his immense tool. Gallons of pre were still oozing from his throbbing cock head, the taste making me dizzy with pleasure.

I felt as his thickening cock started to stretch my lips…I could barely take half of it in my mouth now.

I pulled off his cock, looking down to take in his full size.

He was now over 10 inches and fuck he was THICK.

I wrapped both hands around his cock, stroking hard and fast, hearing him moan in response.

“I’m MASSIVE,” he bellowed looking down at me, his cock looking obscene next to his twink body.

I could tell he was close and started to jerk him faster. I couldn’t wrap my fingers all the way around it anymore. I licked his cock head as I stroked, drinking down his delicious pre.

His moans were getting closer together. Deeper. More like grunts.

His hands explored his body. Twisting his hot nips. Running over his abs. Constantly moving.

“FUCK!!” he roared. “I’m going to cum…”

“YES babe…Cum for me,” I moaned, hungry for his load.

He started thrusting his hips again and within seconds I saw his balls tighten.

“YEEESSSSSSSSSSSS” he roared, grabbing the back of my head and forcing me down onto his cock. I felt it swell in my mouth even more before thick, hot streams of cum hit the back of my throat. I tried to swallow it all but it was no use. Justin was still screaming in ecstasy as rivers of cum poured from my mouth, escaping down his veiny shaft.

And still it kept flowing.

And flowing.

I drank down as much as I could but the bed was soon soaked with his man juice.

Eventually, after an eternity it seemed, the cum stopped and I pulled my mouth off his enormous cock. I looked down to realise that I’d cum without even noticing, my own tiny load paling into insignificance in comparison to Justins.

“Clean up the rest,” he ordered, without opening his eyes. His voice was deep.

I nearly refused but then I realised – I wanted to.

I leaned down licking up the cum from his shaft, his abs, his balls – savouring it all. I moved on to the bed, licking up as much as I could from the soaked bedding.

“Good boy,” he whispered, a deep rumbling.

Boy? He’d never called me boy before.

What the fuck had just happened?

I knelt at the end of our bed, savouring the taste of Justin’s seed in my mouth and looking down at the colossal dick responsible for it. Soft now but still longer than most men’s when fully hard. A cock to die for. To worship.

“That was incredible,” Justin groaned, his deep basso voice now sexily juxtaposed to his boyish features.

My own cock twitched.

“What do you think of my dick now babe?” he teased, a smirk on his face as he wrapped his fingers around his thick member and slapped it on his abs.

“It’s…it’s…” I stumbled painfully.

“Come on Dan, spit it out,” he pushed.

He actually wanted an answer.

I looked down at his cock…there were no words to describe it. I had to fight hard not to lean forward and take the huge python in my mouth again, sucking him hard until he shot another unbelievable load down my throat.

“Time for round two, eh?” he teased again, reading my mind. “I can see how much you want this Dan”.

He started stroking his cock, one hand traversing the entire length slowly, lazily. I watched as it started to swell again and within seconds he was rock hard.

I was in a trance, my own cock swelling quickly.

“Measure it,” he ordered, snapping me out of my reverie.

I didn’t hesitate, jumping up to grab the measuring tape out of the draw before hurrying back to Justin. He was still lying on his back, stroking his tool, his fingers exploring its new size, tracing every line and appreciating the incredible girth. He paused to allow me to measure his newly enlarged manhood.

“Fuck!” I exclaimed, half in shock, half in pure lust.

He laughed.

“How big is it Dan?” he asked, eager.

“12 inches”.

“FUCK,” he roared. “That’s massive…much bigger than yours”.

I didn’t deny it. The disparity was obvious.

“Stand up,” he ordered, full of new confidence. His voice reverberated masculinity and power.

I did as he asked and he came and stood next to me. Both of our rock-hard cocks stood out in front of us. Justin laughed as he looked down, grabbing my cock in his hand and pulling it up against his.

“You look tiny in comparison to me,” he mocked.

“I know,” I murmured, still in disbelief.

“To think I used to think you were big…” he continued.

I couldn’t think of a reply.

Annoyed at my silence, Justin slapped me hard on the ass.

“I think I know what I want to try next,” he stated, coming to stand behind me, resting his thick cock on my ass.

“Justin…no,” I pleaded, suddenly afraid. “I can’t…it’s too big”.

The irony was lost on neither of us and Justin let out a low, deep chuckle, ignoring my plea as he pressed his bulging cock head against my hole. I let out an involuntary moan, surprising even myself as I reflexively pushed my ass back against the thick girth of his immense cock.

“Haha…look who’s the cock slut now,” Justin laughed, slapping my ass hard.

As I felt him push harder and harder though something snapped and a mixture of panic and pride came over me.

I couldn’t take his cock.

No, I corrected myself, I wouldn’t take it.

I was still the boss here.

Justin may have the Godliest cock I’d ever seen but I was still more muscular and much stronger.

In one swift motion I turned, grabbing Justin under both arms and pushing him up against the wall, his feet dangling a foot above the ground.

“NO!” I roared, barely noticing that Justin’s colossal cock was inches from my chin, resting up against my heaving pecs.

I looked up at him, seeing the fear in his eyes and my heart broke.

“I’m sorry babe,” I cried, setting him back down on the ground, my flare of anger passing as quick as it had started.

I stopped in my tracks. A familiar spasm had passed across my lover’s face.

“What’s the matter babe?” I questioned, concerned again. “It can’t possibly grow anymore,” I added in disbelief.

“No…this feels…different…” he murmured, confusion on his face.

“Oh fuck babe, I knew it…” I replied, panicking.

“No…it still feels good…just…different,” he moaned.

“What do you mean?” I pleaded.

“Well before…it was just my cock that felt amazing…this time…it’s my whole body,” he let out between gasps of pleasure.

I took a step back, scared, trying to spot the first sign of trouble.

Justin got there first.

“Fuck,” he growled, “I think I’m growing”.

With a spasm of shock, I realised he was right. It wasn’t his cock this time though…

I watched in disbelief as my boyfriend started to grow taller, millimetre my millimetre, his back still up against the wall where I’d left him.

“Oh no…Fuck…I don’t want this,” he moaned, his voice still deep. “Make it stop Dan”.

“I can’t babe,” I cried, “there’s nothing I can do”.

“Please…” he whimpered, his begging sounding odd in his bass tones.

Justin started to grunt as his torso continued to stretch. He’d previously been a good foot shorter than me but I knew that the gap between us was narrowing and fast – he’d already gained at least 3 inches.

“Oh fuck,” Justin moaned again, his face contorted.

It was then that I noticed that Justin wasn’t just growing taller, other parts of his body were starting to swell too, pulsing with the delayed effects of the injected serum. I watched, amazed, as his previously flat pecs started to push slowly outwards and his shoulders began to broaden. His biceps were swelling, huge veins exploding over them as the muscles demanded blood. Triceps, which had barely existed before, sprung from the back of his arms and his quads began to thicken, nicely framing his gigantic manhood.

Something changed on Justin’s face. The pain was gone…replaced by euphoria, ecstasy.

“OH FUCK,” he roared. “This…feels…AMAZING!”

The growth was getting faster and faster, no part of him left untouched.

“LOOK at these pecs,” he said in amazement, staring down as his chest continued to swell. His hands started to explore his inflating muscles, squeezing and probing their size and firmness. And still he continued to grow, passing rapidly the build of a swimmer and on to that of a professional gymnast.

I watched as he brought his arms up into a double biceps, flexing instinctively as I knew he would never have done before.

“FEEL THEM!” he ordered, his voice thundering, his muscles still expanding.

I stepped forward immediately, squeezing his flexed biceps with both hands. The rock-solid muscles felt like warm marble, smooth except for the drainpipe-like veins snaking across the surface. My fingers began to stretch apart as his firm mounds of muscle continued to inflate like balloons of granite. I started kissing and licking his biceps all over, staggered at the feel of them under my lips and tongue.

“Mmmm… WORHSIP ME!” Justin moaned, still flexing hard. “I’m going to be HUGE!!”.

I put one hand on each of his delts, feeling not just the growth of these muscles (they would soon be like cannon balls) but also the widening of his entire upper body. He was developing that inverted-V shape that many lifters toiled over for years, with broad lats spreading out from an impossibly tiny waist. My hands found their way to Justin’s pecs which were now jutting out over his abs, heavy with growing muscle. I could feel and see the striations rippling across them as he flexed hard, revelling in his new size.

I looked up and, with a start, realised that we were now the same height, looking eye to eye at each other. With even greater shock I realised that Justin had already surpassed me in muscle mass, taking on proportions I could only dream of. And, whereas my own muscle was covered in a thin layer of fat, Justin had next to none, making him look all the more impressive – every muscle was defined and ripped.

“HAHA…YES,” he roared, clearly coming to the same conclusions that I had. “I’M A GOD - ALREADY…BIGGER…THAN…YOU,” he added, pulling different flexes between each word, marvelling at his rapidly increasing size.

Without warning, Justin grabbed the back of my head, drawing me in towards his vast chest. As I started to suck on one of his huge, sexy nips I felt him wrap his pumped, vascular arms around my neck, pulling me in tight and surrounding me with muscle.

It was too much for me.

“Oh FUUUUCKK,” I moaned as, without warning, my body was wracked with the first hands-free orgasm of my life. I looked down to see my aching cock shoot streams of cum over Justin’s abs and tree-trunk quads.

Justin’s booming laugh reverberated against me.

“YES!” he roared, “Just the feel of my muscles is enough to make you cum”.

I didn’t have the energy or brain-space to feel embarrassed and I couldn’t exactly deny it…

“Get on your knees and clean me up,” Justin ordered.

I instantly dropped to the floor and looked up at the most amazing sight. My ex-twink boyfriend was now towering over me, mounds upon mounds of muscle adorning his frame and a continuous stream of pre-cum dripping from his obscene cock. His quads, complete with a perfect tear-drop of defined muscle, glistened with my seed which I obediently began to lick up. I’d never tasted my own load before but here, on my knees, in front of this beast I didn’t even hesitate…it just felt right. I moaned deeply, my tongue tracing the lines of his quads, simultaneously cleaning and worshipping him. I hungrily swallowed my cum, lost in an erotic muscle-induced daze.

“Mmmm FUCK…you’re a dirty cum whore,” Justin taunted.

I loved it and groaned with pleasure.

My face was now inches away from Justin’s huge cock and I moved to take it in my mouth again.

“No-no-no,” Justin chuckled, grabbing me by the neck and slapping my face hard with his thick, weighty cock.

That would bruise.

“My abs first…” he added, reminding me of my orders.

I had to stand slightly (he was still growing towards the ceiling) but lustfully I licked up the middle of his defined 8-pack abs, collecting more of my huge load in my mouth. I could see in front of my eyes and feel under my tongue that Justin’s abs were continuing to develop, sexy bricks of defined muscle pushing out from his torso. By the time I’d finished cleaning him he had a perfect, beautiful 10-pack that made me sick with both envy and lust.

“Good boy,” Justin cooed, watching me swallow my own load.

Boy.

I fell back onto my knees, looking up at Justin to see that the growth seemed to be slowing. He had to be at least 7 feet tall when it finally stopped and was bigger and more ripped than any professional bodybuilder I’d ever seen. His swollen biceps looked twice the size of mine and his shoulders had to be as broad as two normal men. Massive lats framed his enormous pecs which heaved as he breathed deeply, like the rest of his body totally smooth and hairless. His waist was as tight as it ever had been, making his legs look even bigger – huge thick pillars of muscle which met in the middle and would rub if he tried to walk. Only Justin’s face was unchanged, cute and boyish as ever but now sitting on the thick neck of a muscle bull.

“Fuuuck. I’m a BEAST,” he moaned, unable to stop flexing, pulling classic pose after classic pose. I stared up in amazement as he went through double biceps…most muscular…side chest… over and over. He turned, showing me a back that seemed to go on and on, a huge expanse of muscle upon muscle upon muscle, all seemingly competing for space. My eyes dropped to his massive glutes - two perfectly formed globes of ripped beef that jutted out at the base of his back like boulders of granite. He exuded power and virility.

“LOOK AT ME!!” Justin roared, turning to face me again and pulling a most muscular.

There was no chance of me looking at anything else.

Seeing his bloated muscles burst as he flexed I couldn’t help grabbing my cock and starting to jerk it hard. I’d never been so turned on in my life. I needed to cum again…badly.

“HAHA, I don’t think so…” Justin laughed, kicking my hand away from my cock with one of his massive feet. He then proceeded to push me backwards so that one foot ended up on my chest, pinning me to the floor.

“Justin…please…” I begged, struggling to get up but feeling him push me back down with the slightest pressure from his massive leg.

“You’ve had your turn already boy…it’s time for your muscle God to enjoy himself now,” he said, looking down at me as he wrapped one hand around his huge, throbbing cock and started jerking.

Soon, deep unearthly moans were escaping his lips.

“Justin…please…” I repeated. his massive foot was starting to hurt my chest.

He laughed.

“Oh I’ll let you up soon, don’t you worry,” he said, continuing to jerk his cock. “But first I think it’s time to reset the natural order around here, don’t you?”

“I-I don’t know what you mean,” I cried, my voice sounding pathetic and emasculated next to his deep growl.

More laughter.

“Oh I think you do Danny boy,” he replied. “Let’s start with what you’re going to call me from now on…any ideas?”.

“Justin…please…”.

“I just don’t think Justin will do the trick anymore,” he taunted, a thoughtful look on his beautiful face.

He paused for effect.

“Yes, I think either ‘Muscle God’ or ‘Muscle Daddy’ will be much more appropriate”.

The words hung in the air, lingering with meaning.

“No…Justin…be reasonable…”

“Come on now boy…say it!” he ordered, his voice losing its playfulness, now only rough and hard…commanding.

I struggled on the floor, trying again to get up. He pressed down hard with his foot.

“SAY IT!” he roared, pressing even harder, the huge muscles of his quads flexed and taut.

His strength was incredible.

Godly even.

Fuck.

“YOU ARE MY MUSCLE GOD!” I exploded, looking up at the towering beast above me.

I could feel the truth of the words.

“That’s better,” he growled, releasing some of the pressure on my chest and causing me to gasp with relief.

All this while he had been jerking his obscene cock and now he started to groan again, pleasure pulsing through his pumped-up body. Drops of his delicious pre were falling onto my face. Instinctively I tried to catch them in my mouth, wanting to taste him again.

Justin looked down at me, smirking.

No.

My Muscle God looked down at me, smirking.

I wanted to reach for my own cock but knew that I shouldn’t. He needed to be pleasured first. He needed to be worshipped.

“Please Sir…” I started, the words feeling right. “Let me worship you…”.

“Oh, I will Danny…” he crooned, “…but first, let’s see think about what you’ll be called from now on”.

He put on a show – more fake thinking. He exuded arrogance and power.

“Hmmm…yes…I think you can choose from… ‘Boy’, ‘Slut’ and ‘slave’,” he concluded.

Despite everything this felt like too much.

“Please…no…Sir…don’t make me,” I begged, some remnant of pride still intact.

“You see the thing is boy, I think I will,” he retorted, a smirk on his face.

In less than a second he had reached down, grabbing me under the arms and lifting me to my feet in one smooth motion. It was effortless. Despite the shock I had time to noticed how his enormous, peaked biceps bulged and his forearms flexed like strings of granite rope.

He still towered over me – my face was level with the top of his abs.

“WHAT ARE YOU?!” he bellowed, his deep voice shockingly sexy.

“I…I…I…can’t…” I stammered pitifully.

Why was I resisting? I needed to serve my God. I needed to please him.

“YOU NEED TO LEARN BOY!” he roared.

“I’m n-not your b-boy,” I whimpered.

Placing one hand under my jaw he lifted me up in the air, his strong fingers tight around my neck, my feet swinging almost comically below me.

Fuck he was strong.

“I can hold you here all day slut,” he taunted.

I didn’t doubt it. It was as if I weighed nothing.

I could barely breath. My vision was going blurred. I grabbed onto his thick forearm for support, desperately struggling to free myself.

“SAY IT!” he roared, all of his muscles flexed with anger.

It was an awesome sight.

I felt pathetic. Small before him.

Before my God.

“OH FUCK DADDY!” I screamed. “I’M YOUR SLUT BOY SLAVE”.

The words came tumbling out.

He let out a colossal, deep, bestial roar in response – his conquest now complete - before throwing me down on the bed.

I knew that this was how it would be now.

I lay there gasping for breath, looking up at my Muscle Daddy.

“FUCK YES YOU SLUT BOY” he shouted, flipping me over with one hand and then grabbing me by the hips and pulling me up on to all fours. I felt the heavy weight of his thick cock thwack against my ass, his big head teasing my hole.

I moaned loudly.

“Beg for my Muscle Cock,” he ordered, grinding against my ass.

“Oh FUCK DADDY – please give me your muscle cock,” I pleaded, pressing my ass back against him and moaning with pleasure.

I knew I needed him in me.

He grabbed my hair, pulling my head back so he could whisper in my ear.

“Say it so I can hear it boy.”

His voice was so deep, rumbling against me.

“PLEASE MUSCLE DADDY GIVE YOUR COCK TO YOUR PATHETIC SLUT BOY!” I screamed at the top of my voice, not caring if the whole world heard.

With that I felt his swollen cock head pressing hard against my hole as he grabbed my hips and simultaneously pulled me backwards.

“OH FUCK!” I cried as he entered me.

It felt like I was being split in two as his massive tool slid in. I’d never taken a cock anywhere near this big before.

I knew he wouldn’t wait for me to adjust and sure enough he pressed on, inch by thick inch as I let out continuous screams of pain. I didn’t want him to stop though, needing my Muscle God deep in me.

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Justin's question - final part now added

I haven't posted a story in a while - here's my next offering, I hope it's enjoyable...I really loved writing it. There are three parts, all

(Un)identical twins (3)

so guys

Every good trilogy has to end at some point. Here is the last part of

Part 1:

Part 2:

Time seemed frozen in Jason’s room as the two heavily muscled brothers lived the moment they had been anticipating for several months. For neither it had gone as they had foreseen it. Jason had found deeper and more satisfying pleasure in dominating his grown brother than he’d ever imagined. Sure, he had enjoyed being worshipped before, during or after one of his workouts by Sam or the stares from the other guys in the shower. But his brother was now way bigger than any of the guys that had rubbed their hands allover his muscles before sucking him off or getting his cock up their ass. Brett, on the other hand, had his hopes of reclaiming his dominant spot in the family shattered the moment he laid eyes on his brother’s naked torso. The second his brother had revealed his new frame, Brett had instinctively accepted the beastly man’s alphaness. Every primal instinct in his body had automatically chased every opposition to the superior being from him. His mind had been flooded by thoughts and speculations of the insane power that the bulging, insanely large and totally shredded muscles had to possess. For some reason, the awe and fear had soon been mixed with and dominated by a strange feeling of attraction. Unknown and new feelings had whirled through his mind: he had never before been attracted to another man, not even to his bigger and 261 pounds of muscles teammate Mike. He had, off course, checked his teammates’ physiques in the gym or in the shower and complimented some on their results. And received praise in return, certainly since he’d been juicing. That had been nothing more than the usual locker room atmosphere of athletes showing respect for their efforts to build up their physique. Without any sexual afterthought attached to it.

The two muscular brothers were however bound by one mutual feeling: both of them were experiencing the most powerful orgasm in their life. Brett’s mind was whirling with feelings of ecstasy as pain and pleasure traveled along his spine to explode inside his brain in a fireworks of bursts of energy. His brother’s body sent urges of need through his own body; urges even his hottest girlfriend had never made him feel. Somehow, he even enjoyed the feeling of having his 241 pound, heavily muscled body feel small next to his 327 pound, beastly brother; feeling weak in the huge man’s powerful grasp. He felt like a ragdoll against the beastly body, but somehow he also felt safe in his brother’s grasp. His mind was at peace with his position as a beta, knowing it was no use to defy the muscle beast his brother had become. His mouth hung open in a silent cry. His hand was still vigorously stroking his rock-hard 8 incher that was now leaking the remains of watery loads from his drained and aching balls.

Jason was also flooded with feelings of pure bliss. His mighty orgasm felt like lightning exploding in every cell of his beastly body. The realization of eclipsing, totally dominating and reducing to an obedient beta his heavily muscled, 241 pound brother gave him more satisfaction than the process of his own growth over the past months. Sure, he had jerked off to his own, ever swelling reflection as he had posed in front of the mirror in his room. Sure, he had creamed himself feeling and exploring his ever hardening muscles. But none of these feelings compared in the least to the feeling of total and undisputed control over another athlete that dwarfed most of the guys in the gym.

“YEAUGHN”, Jason roared deeply as the second wave of his all-consuming orgasm rolled over him. He pulled back his cock slightly and rammed it deep and forcefully inside his brother.

‘Oughpff”, Brett peeped. He stared at his own face in the mirror and his eyes widened as his pecs were shoved against the cum-splattered mirror and he felt his feet being lifted off the ground: he was now completely impaled in his brother’s 14 inch cock. His hand raced back and forth along his shaft, but his completely drained balls refused to spill another drop of cum. The pressure inside him intensified some more as his six-pack bloated further from the never ending blasts of hot liquid the fleshy snake kept spewing inside him.

“FUCK YEAUGHN”, Jason rumbled as he felt his orgasm subside slowly. He reopened his eyes, that had been closed since his orgasm began and stared into the mirror: one third of it was covered in his brother’s spunk. He looked further down and saw the drained look on his brother’s face. Even further down, he noticed his brother’s hand still mechanically stroking his own deflating cock. He also regained control of his senses and felt the heat that had built up in the room and was hit by the strong sent of musk and sex that hung heavily in the air and filled his room. He inhaled deeply to calm his breathing and let his heartbeat slowdown. His uber-athletic body recovered within half a minute. He pumped his cock a final time inside his brother’s ass and withdrew it. His still fully hard 14 incher smacked into the brick-sized abs of his eight-pack, smearing a rope of sticky cum against the corrugated surface in the process.

Brett whimpered as the fleshy snake was pulled away from his worn out ass. He shivered and felt strangely empty after having being impaled on the thick shaft. He felt the thick, hot liquid stream from his ass and slide along the back of his muscular legs. His knees buckled from exhaustion but his brother’s big paws maintained their firm grip on his hips and held him upright.

Jason brought is mouth to his brother’s ear. “I’m so glad yar home, little bro. Can’t think of a better and more fun way to wake up. I even think ya enjoyed this more than me. Didn’t ya, little bro?”, he said.

Brett heard a muttered “yes” escape his mouth and nodded in response.

“I knew it, little bro”, Jason went on, “ya’re still stroking yar cock.”

The remark made Brett look down and indeed, his hand was still stroking his now soft cock. “I…”, he began.

“No need to explain, little bro”, Jason stated, “ya’re not the first to jerk off to my body. And ya won’t be the least. Clean up yar mess and get ready while I grab some breakfast.” He released his brother’s hips, pulled on a pair of boxers and strutted to the door.

“Get… ready…? For what?”, Brett asked while he placed his hands against the mirror to support his worn out body.

“For our workout, off course”, Jason replied, “It’s arm day, little bro. I want to see yar bigger arms in action. And don’t ya want to see my canons pump some iron?” He raised his right arm in a flex, letting his 28.5 inch arm explode into a hard, round orb.

A jolt shot through Brett’s cock at the sight of his brother’s flexed arm. Anticipation filled his mind.

“Clean yar mess from my mirror and put on yar workout gear, little bro”, Jason rumbled and left his brother to get some breakfast.

Half an hour later, Jason and Brett arrived at the gym. Jason looking fresh and energized, Brett still feeling some fatigue after the events in his brother’s room. Jason entered the gym first, strutting over to the desk.

“Yo, big guy”, Sam greeted the biggest member of the gym. “I see you brought your brother”, he added as he noticed Brett. “Geez, you look way bigger than last time too. Must be fun having top genes to build muscle”, he said as he eyed Brett’s frame.

A faint grin formed on Brett’s faced at the remark. He’d always enjoyed getting complimented on his physique. It made him feel a bit like the alpha he once was.

“If ya ladies are done flirting, I would like to train”, Jason stated dryly and strutted past the desk into the locker room.

Jason’s remark shattered the small hint of self-esteem that had formed in Brett’s mind. Brett followed his brother. Both of them pulled off their hoodies. Only then, Brett saw both of them were wearing the exact same outfit: grey sweatpants and a black tank top. His own highlighted his heavily muscled torso while his brother’s seemed painted on his torso: Jason’s wide and heavy pecs spilled from the sides and striations were visible through the overstretched fabric across the slabs of beef on his chest; even the bricks and grooves of his eight-pack were clearly accentuated and rippled with every deep breath.

“Let’s go, little bro”, Jason rumbled and exited the locker room.

Brett found himself once more walking behind his beastly brother. He looked up at the wide, magnificent back covered with bulging mounds of muscle pushing into each other and capped with thick, meaty traps that supported his brother’s bullneck. His gaze travelled down along the insanely broad back to halt on the meaty ass that filled the sweatpants.

Jason entered the weight area and looked around. One lonely, nicely build guy was pumping out reps on a bench. As he sat up, he looked up in Jason’s direction and nodded. Jason returned the salute and recognized the 228 pound, heavyweight wrestler he’d worked out with a few months earlier when he was about the guy’s size. His cock twitched inside his pants thinking of the guy’s hot mouth that had serviced him several times ever since he had totally outgrown him. One time he had even walked in on him and Sam making out in the locker room. Wordlessly, he had simply pulled the guys apart, dropped his pants and forced Sam to watch as he had fucked the wrestler right there. Afterward, he had tossed the guy aside and made Sam suck his still hard dick. Ever since, he had more frequently used the two lovers to satisfy his ever-present needs. “Tell me if ya need a spot, Keith”, he said as he strutted past the bench toward the rack of free weights. “Right, little bro. Let’s warm up first”, he rumbled and grabbed a pair of dumbbells.

Brett stared at his massive brother, cranking out perfect and fast reps with a weight he knew he would struggle with. He followed suit with a pair of much, much lighter dumbbells.

“I used those feathers too. Months ago”, Jason said without taking his eyes from the mirror. After 100 reps, he racked the weights and grabbed the heaviest dumbbells on the rack. “Let’s do this!”, he gnarled at his reflection.

Brett racked his weights too and grabbed the dumbbells his brother had warmed up with. After two reps, he felt his arms starting to shake. After six reps, his biceps felt like they were on fire and he dropped the weights.

“Weakling”, Jason muttered and cranked out another perfect rep. He felt his monster arms pumping up as blood flowed into his beastly biceps. After 12 perfect reps, he gently racked the weight. 30 seconds later, he grabbed the dumbbells again. “Second set, little bro. Come on!”, he commanded.

Brett grabbed a lighter pair of dumbbells than the ones he had just used. On the first rep, his arms shook terribly. He got three reps before his grip faltered and the weights went down.

Jason on the other hand cranked out another 11 perfect reps. “Rack yar weights while I continue”, he barked at his brother.

Brett obeyed his beastly brother’s instruction and sat down on a nearby bench while he watched Jason perform two more sets of bicep curls. Every rep made the veins on his brother’s bicep swell as they feed blood into the orb of muscle.

“Time for some hammer curls”, Jason said as he racked the dumbbells and strutted over to the cable station. He selected the heaviest load and casually cranked out 15 fully controlled reps.

Brett selected 70% of his brother’s load and struggled to complete 6 sloppy reps. He moved aside, his face reed and breathing deeply.

Jason changed the weight and did another perfect series of 15 reps. He looked over at his brother but Brett nodded ‘no’ to make clear he would skip. “Sam, get over here”, Jason bellowed.

Instantly, the 185 pound guy popped up.

“Get on the weight stack. Ya know it’s too light for me”, Jason said.

Brett stared in disbelief as the guy placed his feet atop the weight stack and his brother pumped out 10 more perfect reps. He blinked as he saw the beastly arms pump up bigger and bigger with every rep.

“I know, big guy. I asked the boss the buy heavier stacks, but you’re the only one that complains”, Sam said as he was going up and down on the rhythm of Jason’s reps.

“I know ya do everything to keep me happy, Sam”, Jason growled and completed his fourth set of hammer curls. “Fuck. My biceps feel like they’re gonna bust through my skin”, he added as he dropped the rope. His left paw grabbed his right bicep as he curled his arm, making the orb of muscle swell inside his grip. “Right. Some preacher curls to wrap things up”, he said and strutted over to the preacher bench.

Brett, Sam and even Keith followed the beastly Jason and formed a semicircle around the bench.

Jason looked up and grinned at the three guys standing in front of him. All three of them clearly worked out: looking athletic like Sam over heavily build like Keith to thickly muscled like his brother Brett. He returned his focus on his final exercise. He grabbed the loaded bar and began curling it up and down with perfect control.

Brett stared as the mountains of muscle that were his brother’s biceps swelled into round, vein-choked orbs of hard meat with each curl. He felt his cock harden inside his sweatpants. Sam and Keith had similar reactions down their pants, but were less shy. They moved over to the bench and each of them groped one of Jason’s massive biceps. Their fingers didn’t budge the hot, stony-hard muscle as their hands were too small to span the girth of the orbs.

“FUARK, yeah”, Jason roared as he lowered the bar for the tenth time in his fourth sets. He stood up and threw a devastating double bicep pose. His pumped biceps, swollen with blood from the workout, jumped past the 30 inch mark as they hardened into impossibly large and perfectly round mountains crisscrossed with dark veins that outsized cannonballs. “Man, this pump’s unreal”, he added and hardened his flex some more.

Around him, the three other guys were stroking their cocks through their pants.

“Time for a quick shower”, Jason said and strutted past his admirers.

Ten minutes later, Jason emerged from the locker room after his shower and having Keith suck him off. “Round of shakes, guys?”, he asked as he sat down at the bar next to his brother, “Brett’s buying to celebrate his return home for the summer. Aren’t ya, little bro?”.

Brett nodded, not wanting to stand up to his massive brother. His pumped arms made him look even more intimidating.

Back at home, Brett headed for his room but his brother’s paw grabbed his shoulder and stopped him.

“Not so fast, little bro. We need to talk”, Jason said and guided his smaller brother into his own room. “Drop yar pants”, he ordered as he locked the door.

“What…euh?”, Brett asked.

“DROP ‘EM”, Jason bellowed deeply.

Brett instinctively obeyed the command and swiftly dropped his pants. He shivered as his mind processed several scenarios, but always seemed to return to what had happened earlier that morning. He blinked as he felt a stinging sensation in the left cheek of his ass. “What…”, he began but words froze in his throat as he felt the same sensation in the right cheek of his ass.

“There ya go. Ya can pull ‘em back up, little bro”, Jason said.

Brett quickly pulled up his pants, happy to get off the hook without being fucked once more. He turned around to face his brother and saw him throw an empty syringe on his desk. “What did you just do?”, he asked.

“Ya truly are a dumb fuck, little bro. What do ya think I did? I injected ya with a double dose of roids”, Jason replied, “I want to break the 400 pound mark before the curse runs out. It stated that at the 10th full moon the circle would be round. That gives me another three weeks to put on 80 pounds of muscle. Means I’ll have to roid yar ass to make ya put on around 40 pounds of muscle since the curse is wearing down and my growth based on yours is slowing down. Fortunately, Keith has good connections.”

Brett blinked. “You’re going to make me bigger?”, he asked in disbelief.

“Geez, little bro”, Jason spat back, “YES! But only to make me bigger. I’m not gonna risk my health by pumping roids into my body. But ya already did, so why not take it to the next level? Ya can thank me later for making ya bigger, little bro. The following weeks I’m gonna roid ya up with double doses. Every morning right after I’ll fuck yar ass and before we go to the gym.”

The next three weeks did indeed pass as Jason had told his brother: every morning Jason would pull his 242 pound brother into his room after his parents had left for work, plunge a double dose of roids in to him and then fuck his ass before they headed over to the gym and he put him through a grueling workout.

21 days later, Brett came home to an empty house: his parents had left that morning for their yearly vacation and wouldn’t be home for another month; his brother had left for the gym 10 minutes earlier. Brett had spent the night over at an old buddy from his football team in high school to avoid the daily ass-fuck by his now freakishly big brother. He had waited in his car a few houses down the street from his own until his brother had driven off. He parked his car in the deserted driveway and quickly disappeared inside the house. He knew he had until half the afternoon before his brother would return from the gym after his training, action with Sam and Keith in the locker room and having the two guys buy him dinner. He went upstairs to his room, tossed his phone and sweater on the bed before heading over to his brother’s room. He stopped before the shut door of his brother’s room. In his mind the possibility to go search for answers grew stronger fought with the voice warning him for serious danger if his brother would catch him inside his room. On the other hand, it could well be his only chance to break the curse before it would be complete that night. His hand shook as he reached for the doorknob. His mouth went dry as he turned the nob and the door opened gently. He quickly entered his brother’s room, getting hit by the manly scent of musk, sweat and cum that hung heavily in the air and closed the door behind him. His gaze scanned the room, stopping briefly at the ropes of cum still sliding down slowly on the mirror toward the puddle formed on the carpet at its base. He turned his attention to the fully stacked book closet and began searching the shelves.

10 minutes later, Brett went through the top shelf and felt frustration well up inside him as he hadn’t found anything. A part of him knew it had been too good to be true. He turned away from the book closet and stepped over to the adjacent desk. He pulled out the drawer on the left, but found nothing. His hand reached for the other drawer and puled. The handle resisted. “Why would you keep this drawer locked, bro?”, he said to himself and pulled with all his might. The lock succumbed quickly to his new strength and the drawer opened with the sound of shattering wood. “Bingo”, he said with a grin as he saw the old book. He grabbed it, shut the drawer again and began going through the book. He didn’t understand a word of the ancient text in Latin. Luckily for him, his brother had noted the translation of most passages in pencil next to the text.

Feed on power… Transfer… fluids = cum… use on Brett…

The last remark made anger well up inside Brett. “So, this is the curse he used on me”, he growled and read on to find a solution. The dust inside the book flew up as he went through it and he sneezed. He pulled out his handkerchief and blew his nose to clear out the dust before putting it back inside his pocket and continuing his discovery of the book.

Curse complete… 10th full moon… Lasting results… Grow huge on Brett’s efforts???

Brett blinked as he read the remark. He shook his head at the proof that his nerdy brother had grown huge at his dispense. He went on and a annotation by his brother on a page a little further caught his attention.

Restore… Healing curse… Take back ill-earned gains… Definitive…

Brett’s mind, way slower than his brother’s, put the pieces together and a smirk formed on his face. “That’s it!”, he said to himself. He quickly read through the translation his brother had made. “I need some of his body fluids… fluids”, he said to himself when the solution popped up in his mind. He returned a few pages and his finger tapped on a comment: fluids = cum. He turned around and looked at the cum-drenched mirror. “Luckily I wasn’t here this morning and he blew his load to his reflection”, he said. He stepped over to the mirror, pulled his handkerchief from his pocket and wiped a nice amount of the sticky cum from the mirror.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Brett nearly dropped the book and his handkerchief. He waited a few seconds, but the bell rang again. He quickly put his handkerchief inside the book and went over to his own room. As he entered, his phone rang. “Hello?”, he asked.

“Dude, it’s me, Mike. I’m at your house. Are you in?”

“At my house?”, Brett repeated.

“Yeah. I was around to visit my cousin Keith. Stayed at his place tonight but he’s off to the gym now. So, are you at home?”, Mike said.

“Sure”, Bret replied, “come round the back. Backdoor’s open. I’m in my room. Second door on the left at the top of the stairs.”

“See ya in a sec”, Mike said and ended the call.

At the gym, Sam and Keith were in the locker room waiting for Jason to arrive. The now huge man had texted them to come over and not keep him waiting. They gasped sharply as Jason entered.

Jason ducked and rotated his torso to come sideways through the door. He was wearing nothing but a pair of shorts that now served him as boxers: no regular pair of boxers would fit around his quads anymore. His new body was a breathtaking sight: he could no longer be called huge or beastly, he had evolved into a massive mountain of muscle. Despite the fading power of the curse he had managed to gain another whopping 85 pounds of muscle and had grown 7 extra inches taller: he now stood an towering 7’5 feet tall for a hulking 412 pounds of ripped and striated muscle. The extra height made his insanely, hulkingly muscled body maintain its aestheticly perfect proportions. His calves jutted backward like thick diamonds at the back of his legs; his quads made his kneecaps look comically small and dwarfed the tree in their backyard by the massive size of the wide, deeply grooved, corded muscles that stretched the shorts to the max; his eight-pack was a collection of cobblestone-sized blocks of muscle, separated by canyons and decorated down the center with a dark treasure trail that disappeared down his shorts; the top half of the eight-pack was obscured by the shadow of his monumental pecs; they were an insanely thick, protruding rack of heavy muscle that proudly defied the pull of gravity; each pecs had the size of a watermelon shoved underneath the paper-thin skin; the surface of the extremely wide slabs of concrete-hard beef was crossed with striations and small veins; the pecs protruded so far from his chest that his nipples pointed straight down to the floor and were not visible from the front; the massive mounds rippled with every breath he took; a thick vein snaked at the top of the pecs like a small river and ran further onto his shoulders where it branched off in several smaller veins; the hard line of his shoulders was twice as large than a doorframe and capped with delts the size of basketballs; each separate head of the muscle was visible through the stretched skin pulled tight around the orbs of meat; the wide line was capped with a pair of intimidatingly thick traps that supported his bull-sized neck; his heavily muscled shoulders formed the support of his amazing arms hanging relaxed at his sides; his arms had amassed another 8 inches and now measured 36.5 inches flexed; when flexed his biceps exploded into spheres of rock-hard muscle that dwarfed bowling balls and were choked in a network of crisscrossed veins that fed the mighty muscles; his triceps then hung like vicious horseshoes at the bottom of his arms; they had more mass on their own than most guys entire upper arm; now his arms hung relaxed at his sides, looking like hams ready to burst through the satin-like, paper-thin skin; his forearms were covered with thick cords that ran along their entire length and were thicker than most men’s legs; inside his shorts his now dormant cock had grown to accommodate to his new body: fully hard it stretched to an insanely long 18 inches and its girth outsized most guys’ forearms; even flaccid its size prevented him from wearing boxers.

Sam and Keith gulped as Jason swaggered over towards them and seemed to swell with every step he took. A simultaneous jolt shot through their cocks.

“Ready for some action, runts?”, Jason rumbled in a voice that filled the room like thunder as he stopped a few feet from the two athletes and stared down on them.

Sam and Keith gawked at the protruding rack of heavy muscle, crossed with striations that was at their eyelevel. Even though they saw Jason shirtless and naked every day, they simply couldn’t fathom the unreal size he had grown into. The shadow cast by Jason’s monstrous body put them completely in the dark and the guy was wider than both of them standing next to each other. They looked straight at the insanely deep canyon between the two slabs of pecs. It looked deep enough to conceal an entire hand. Striations rippled against the paper-thin skin as the globes of pecs rose on the rhythm of the muscle freak’s breathing.

“My dumbass brother wasn’t home this morning. Couldn’t fill his ass with my cum. I’m so fucking horny right now”, Jason stated, “Ever since my brother made me huge it feels like there’s pure testosterone coursing through my veins. Fuark.” He looked at his reflection in the large mirror and bounced his chest in an insane display of striations and veins.

Keith’s gaze was drawn downwards by a stirring motion. He blinked in disbelief as he saw Jason’s package beginning to form a larger and larger bulge at the front of his shorts. Within seconds the purple head peeped outside as it pushed the waistband away from the giant’s tight waist.

“Got over here, wimp”, Jason growled at Keith.

Back at home, Brett put the book inside his desk as he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. The sound of the opening door made him turn around to face his former team captain. “Mike”, he said with a grin and looked at the athlete standing in the doorway. “You look a bit smaller than I remember”, he added.

“Had an injury. Couldn’t train the last two months”, Mike replied without taking his eyes from his former teammate. “Down to around 238 right now”, he added. “What the fuck have you done to yourself?”, he asked while he scanned how Brett’s heavy torso stretched his shirt to the max.

“I’ve grown a bit”, Brett replied matter-of-factly. He still had to look up at the half-a-foot taller athlete, but there was no doubt about who was the bigger man. Brett pulled off his shirt and heard Mike gasped at the sight of his bare upper body.

Brett was now heavier than he had ever been. He had put on another 42 pounds in just 3 weeks from the massive doses of roids his brother had injected into his ass. He was now weighing an intimidating 284 pounds. Every muscle on his body was unmistakably fuller and larger: his delts had grown into perfectly rounded cannonballs that capped the broad line formed by his wide shoulders; the width of his shoulder girdle made the sides of his prominent delts brush the doorframe as he went through it; his arms had put on another 3.5 inches, making them an impressive 24.5 inches fully flexed; his pecs had amassed more beef and now protruded further from his chest; even his quads were bigger and more muscular. Overall, he looked intimidatingly muscled after his forced cycle. Despite his superior size, it was clear he had been roiding heavily: his head somehow looked a bit too small for his new size; his skin had an oily shine and looked greasy; his back was marred with severe acne; his six-pack was a protruding, bloated muscle-gut and his nipples were swollen. To top things off, his balls seemed a bit smaller and ached when he blew his load.

“How big…”, Mike asked while scanning the heavily muscled body in front of him.

“284 fucking pounds”, Brett interrupted him. He bounced his pecs to emphasize his weight. It had been a long time since he had felt the superior man inside this house. He raised his right arm and flexed it. His bicep exploded into a vein-choked, round orb of hard muscle as his arm reached it’s 24.5 inches.

Mike blinked at the incredible sight.

“Like what you see, pretty boy?”, Brett asked and raised his other arm to complete his double bicep pose.

It took Mike’s mind a few seconds to process to huge guy’s remark as he was still taking in the sight of the devastating double bicep pose.

“Cat got your tongue, pretty boy? This is what a real man looks like”, Brett stated coldly and threw a most muscular.

Mike instinctively took a step backwards as he thickly muscled torso exploded in a display of hard muscle. He knew he couldn’t let Brett feel any of his doubt. He still had his height advantage and stretched himself to gaze down on the shorter man. “You’re big. But that’s just over-roided muscle full of water. Feel some real strength, freak”, Mike growled and launched himself at his former teammate. In a blink his fist collided with the bloated muscle-gut.

Brett let out a muttered sound of surprise as he felt the fist hit his abs. He barely felt the punches the other athlete launched against his abs. He pulled back his own fist, making his right bicep harden into its 24.5 inches in the process, and threw it against the star quarterback’s tight six-pack.

“Buough”, Mike groaned as the fist collided with his abs and he felt them give in slightly under the violent punch. He didn’t have any time to react as a second punch hit him just as hard in the same spot and brook through his defenses. He folded double from the impact and a third blow made him collapse to the floor.

Brett felt his cock harden inside his pants as he looked down on the beaten jock: he had just taken down the once dominant man on campus with just three blows.

Mike tried catching his breath, his abs sending painful stabs through his body with every breath he took. A hand grabbed his neck and he felt himself being lifted up. His legs fell rubbery and the tight grab on his neck kept him upright as he was forced to look straight into Brett’s eyes.

“I have 45 pounds of mass on you”, Brett said, “And still you’re so dumb to take me on?”.

As Brett spoke, Mike summoned his strength and threw another punch at the huge man’s face.

Brett easily fended off the weak punch and then launched another blow into the six-pack that felt like jelly as his fist busted through it.

“Buoughnf”, Mike grunted as the sledgehammer-like fist sank deep into his stomach.

Brett’s mind was filled with the feeling of finally dominating another man physically. And then, like a dam breaking under pressure, the months of frustration of being the beta next to his freakish brother flooded his mind. His fist began pounding into the battered stomach of the star quarterback.

Mike could only let out incoherent, painfilled sounds as his body took the beating. He didn’t even have any strength left to try and put up a defense: his muscular arms dangled at his sides.

Brett felt all-powerful as he kept slamming his fist into the once dominant athlete on his team. His dick was fully hard, forming a prominent bulge inside his sweatpants. He smacked his fist into the 238 pound man’s face, bruising his eye and then splitting the man’s lip. He felt some blood drip onto his fist and inhaled heavily as he felt the testosterone and adrenaline rush through him. He kept grabbing the star quarterback’s neck with his left paw while his right paw yanked down his own sweatpants and boxers to reveal his rock-hard 8 incher that smacked hard into his bloated roid-gut.

Mike saw the meaty cock through his swollen eye. He knew what was going to happen, but was powerless to resist.

Brett shoved his cock inside the fallen quarterback’s mouth, easily forcing the battered man in place and returned his attention to the book. “Let’s get this over with first. I’ll deal with you later”, he said and pulled his handkerchief from his pants. He opened the book on the right passage and read it out loud: “Let the body of he who’s fluids shall cover this page surrender to this curse. Let it discard its ill-earned mass and return to the way it was!”. He quickly grabbed the hanky and rub it along the page, smearing the liquid onto the book.

In the gym, Jason’s vision went dark for just a split second. He felt a strange wave of weakness go through his body and he stumbled backwards, his wide back colliding against the tilled wall. He raised his right paw to his head, making his insanely large bicep ball up in the process, and closed his eyes. At the same time, his cock sprang to full hardness and ripped away the shorts. The 18 inch anaconda pointed straight at Keith.

Keith took two steps and kneeled before the 412 pound muscle god. He took the thick head and the top of the large shaft inside his mouth. Instantly, Jason began to cum uncontrollably. Keith gulped down one huge blast after the other, feeling the liquid heat slide into his stomach. Somehow the heat seemed to spread inside him.

“He’s… he’s shrinking”, Sam said in disbelief as he saw Jason’s muscles get flatter.

Keith’s mind processed the remark while he gulped down a fifth blast. He looked up and noticed that the shadow cast by the still impressive, yet clearly smaller rack of pecs didn’t obscure most of the diminishing eight-pack anymore. The quads beneath his hands also felt less hard. His stomach was starting to feel bloated as another shot of cum was blasted down his throat. The cock he was sucking didn’t stretch his mouth as much anymore and felt less deep inside his throat.

Jason still had his eyes closed as the powerful orgasm flooded his body.

Sam blinked as the giant was now clearly getting smaller: it seemed like Jason’s muscles were melting away from his body. A tearing sound tore his gaze from the hulking muscle-freak to the wrestler sucking him off. “Dude. You’re getting bigger”, he muttered as he saw Keith’s muscles rip through his tight shirt.

Keith’s mind processed Sam’s remark. He sucked down harder on the diminishing cock that kept spewing load after load of cum into him. A feeling like a good pump now filled every muscle on his body. He felt pain spread through his body as his muscles began reaching their limit. He began feeling sick as his overbloated stomach protested against more forced feeding. He motioned Sam to come over.

Sam immediately got the wrestler’s hint and moved in. The growing wrestler released the still impressive, yet way smaller cock. A blast hit Sam straight in the face as he kneeled down in front of the over a 100 pounds lighter muscle freak. He immediately placed his mouth over the spewing cock and felt the heat spread through his body.

The slowly swelling Keith lay down atop the bench in the locker room as he felt his muscle grow and harden further. He felt his clothes get tighter and tighter.

Sam grabbed hold with all his might of the deflating quads and sucked the shrinking cock relentlessly. He felt the heat fill his body as if he was getting a solid pump from a long workout.

Back at home, a similar darkness overtook Brett’s vision and the next moment his cock began cumming deep inside the quarterback’s throat.

Mike gulped down the sticky spunk and felt the heat spread through his body. It was as if his muscles were regaining their lost strength.

Brett groaned in pleasure as the sucking on his dick got harder.

Unlike Keith, Sam didn’t grow slowly: his body exploded in size as he drank down the energizing cum. His clothes exploded into shreds as his muscles ballooned upward and outward with more mass. He looked up and the once freakishly large Jason was now looking below average.

Jason felt his orgasm ware off and sank down along the wall in darkness.

“Fuck yeah!”, Sam roared as he saw his new physique in the mirror. He had grown from a 185 well-muscled jock into a 335 pound, superheavyweight bodybuilder. Every muscle on his body looked ripped and pumped. His grown cock throbbed and slapped against the center of his eight-pack.

“Looking good, man.”

Sam turned around and saw Keith walking toward him: the guy looked like his exact copy. “Man, we’re the same size”, he said excitedly and flexed and impressive arm that bulged into a hard orb of power.

Keith copied his pose grinningly, revealing an equally impressive bicep. “Fuck me”, Keith whispered as he leaned in and kissed his lover deeply.

A faint grunt made Sam look aside and turn his attention to the shrunken Jason.

Jason blinked as his mind tried to figure out what had happened. The large room looked strangely familiar. Before he could get up, a Greek god hoisted him up. He felt his feet leave the floor as he stared at the heavily-muscled body in front of him.

Sam grinned at the runt in his grasp. The months of abuse he and Keith had had to take from the once beastly Jason popped up in his mind. “Get lost and never bother us again. If you ever set foot back in this gym, I’ll break every bone in your body. Got it, runt?”, he boomed aggressively.

Jason nodded in defeat. He knew he was no match for this muscle beast. “I’ve got nothing to wear”, he peeped in his boyish voice.

Sam dropped the frail runt, strutted over to a locker and ripped off the door. “There, some kid-sized clothes”, he said and tossed them onto the emaciated figure.

Jason got dressed quickly and headed over to the door. He turned around a final time to see the two 335 pound, muscle beasts in action: Keith was lying atop the large bench in the center of the locker room and Sam was fucking him relentlessly while they kept kissing and groping each other’s muscles.

Jason hurried over to his car to get home.

Back at home, Mike gulped down the last blast from Brett’s cock. He felt the energy soaring through his grown body. Somehow, he had gained 72 pounds of muscle.

Brett felt somewhat dizzy as he shoved the quarterback from his cock. A look of terror filled his eyes as the other athlete rose to his full height and he assessed the guy’s new size. “How…”, he muttered in choc.

“Don’t know. And don’t care”, Mike boomed in response. “Oh and I owe ya this”, he added and smacked his fist into the 100 pound lighter guy’s abs.

Brett crashed backwards to the floor as the 310 pound quarterback’s fist smacked into his six-pack and busted right through it.

“See ya around, little guy. Can’t wait to see what this body can do in the gym”, Mike rumbled and strutted away from the room.

10 minutes later, Jason arrived home and stormed into his room. He went through his desk frantically to get the book and see what had gone wrong. He froze when a strong hand landed atop his bony shoulder.

“A word, little bro?”.

Jason shivered as he recognized his brother’s voice and turned around slowly. He gulped as he stood before the 212 pound, muscular jock. His own meager, 155 pound body was obscured by his brother’s frame.

“Guess you’re only technically the bigger brother again”, Brett said as he grinned down smugly into his weak brother’s eyes, “Time for some payback, LITTLE BRO”.

Jason saw his brother smacked his right fist into his left paw and shuddered, realizing that the bill for his months of dominating his brother was going to be heavy…

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Gentle Dominance

We all see plenty of images and videos on here with expressions of aggressive Dominance. Submissive faces pressed into the sheets as they’re taken from behind. Cute mouths gaped wide to take their owner’s intent into their throat.

But what about the more gentle forms of Dominance that brings them back to you without having to launder the sheets after?

What about braiding her hair for her and picking out a ribbon for her to wear in it?

Reading her a story while she soaks in a hot bath?

Polishing up her work shoes while she makes dinner? (or making dinner while she polishes her work shoes… whatever your gender role preferences are)

Teaching her something new, like putting in phone numbers for trusted resources in her phone and teaching her which one is which. Like your favorite towing company in case her car breaks down and you’re not able to get to her side fast.

How about teaching her how to check the oil level in her car or how to inspect her tires for wear? Yes, you’ll probably do this for her anyway but this shows you care about her, her safety and her situational awareness.

Let her teach you how to cook one of her preferred meals so you can step up when she gets sick. (Yes, this counts as Dominance because your instructing her to teach you how to take better care of her when she’s down)

Tying her shoes for her.

Brushing her hair out before bedtime.

Setting out bath items for her and selecting a bath bomb for her to use that evening. 

Get inventive. Be caring. Dominance doesn’t have to be this stoic and distant figurehead whenever it’s not horny time.

ME

FIRE + AIR DOMINANCE

“you’re a cherry blossom

you’re about to bloom

you look so pretty, 

but you’re gone so soon”

Fire/Air dominant with Cancer venus here 🙈🌹♋

Astrology Observation #9

Air/fire dominant people with Venus in a water sign are a few of the most contradictory lovers you can meet. They say they don't want a relationship and then tell you about an intense crush they have and how much they'd love to date them.

Asserting dominance. A quick doodle.

I will put up with an ungodly amount of bullshit if you’re 6’4”+ (193.04+ cm) and have a huge d*ck. This is purely a scientific fact at this point in my life. 🥴

Possessive doms that make you share your location after the first date 🫠

ISO a Daddy that wakes me up to change me into my “daytime collar” before he leaves to go to work 🎀

Daddy telling me in order to please him I’m his free use anal slut now 🤝 me so desperate to hear “good girl” I’m willing to take all of it with no lube 🫠🎀

I want you to come rut inside me like we’re an endangered species and the survival of our kind depends on how much cum you can leave inside me. Show me that level of commitment.

The lengths I will go to hear Daddy say good girl are unhinged 👉🏻👈🏻🫦

Doms that are strong and silent = so hot 🫠

…..now that they’ve all scrolled passed this post…seriously though, wtf they be thinkin??!

Immortal Love (18+ Nsfw)

If you’re interested in stories like these my wattpad is KiaraiMarie :) soon writing “Nights In Heaven”. Not published yet! I’m still working on my grammar and spelling.

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I laid down on his bed, felt so cold on these sheets. They feel like real silk. I watched him unbutton his shirt. One by one, revealing his hairy chest. “Do you want to unbuckle my pants Maeve?” He asks me. I felt so nervous as I never done anything like this before, Ash could tell I felt off. His brown eyes turned red, he softly lifts my chin up. “A-are you a virgin?”

“Y-yes…” I said, he pauses for a moment. He moves my hair, “Do you want this? I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.” I nodded, “I do want you.” I could feel my face burn. God why am I so embarrassing, he shows me his fangs. “You don’t care I’m a monster?”

“You don’t scare me.” He smirks, he sunk his mouth to my neck. I could feel the pain, small streaks of blood pouring down staining my outfit. It felt like a huge knife was stabbing me, I could feel his breath create heat on my neck. He releases me, he wipes his mouth off. I felt kinda dizzy, “S-shit, that was delicious. Mhm.” He bit his wrist causing a huge wound, “Drink.” He says in a demanding voice, I decided to play around with him.

“What if I don’t?” I smiled, he grabs my throat and spreads my legs. “I’ll give you something to play around with.” He growls. I undressed myself and drank his blood, at first it was disgusting but then I felt something inside me building. My heart started to beat fast, my lungs holding more air inside. My nails seemed to slowly thicken, Ash unbuckled his pants and sat me on his lap.

“I see that it worked, your mortal scent is going away. I wanted you to become like me, I don’t want to see you die while I’m still forever living in this hell. You’ll be in pain for a few days once the transition progresses.”

He whispers in my ear, his hot breath hits the wound he made on my neck. “I’m going to slip my cock in, I want to hear you beg.” He pulls my hair back.

I can feel his hand go around my thigh to playing with my clit. I-I hate how he’s teasing me, I needed this man inside me already. I just knew it, “J-Just fucking go inside already…” stuttering my words. He lifts me up slightly to make some room for his cock to stand. I could feel his tip hit my entrance, Ash slowly lowers me. I twitch from the slight pain, he’s in. While still inside, we slowly switch over to doggystyle. He kisses my back, “You’re mine and I’m yours.”

After constant asking and begging I had finally convinced my idol Rimo to go on a date with me. He had the best ass in the world and was pretty cute to go along with it. I can just imagine my face completely submerged in his ass, and blowing air up into it to help him produce massive farts.

He asked me about going to eat Taco Bell, but I decided not to. I instead took him to a diner. I could tell he didn't want to be there. He kept looking around and not listening to me. "So, what's your favorite food?" I asked him to get a conversation started. "Nothing really. I mean I eat a lot of beans, because of my diet so maybe that," Rimo replied lazily. He really didn't to be there, but his diet interested me. "Wait, what else can you eat in your diet?" I questioned him. He looked at me with a bored face, but still answered, "Onions mainly. Along with cabbage, apples, cauliflower, broccoli, and other kinds of fruits and vegetables with fish. I also have to eat the majority of that list raw," he finished with. This made my eyes light up. He must be gassy all the time and it must be awful smelling.

Our waitress handed us our food and we finished them quickly. Rimo had a three-bean and cheese burrito and some beer, while I had a hamburger with some fries. I asked him if he wanted anything more, and he told me that he wanted a milkshake. So, I ordered the drink and I went to the bathroom. When I got back Rimo was already half way through his shake and asked me to finish it. I took the offer and chugged it down. After that, we had left the restaurant I began to feel light headed and nauseous. I began to lose my balance and Rimo caught me. "Woah, you okay dude?" Rimo asked me, "Don't worry I'll take you somewhere, so you can rest," Rimo assured me as I fell asleep in his arms.

I was still partially awake, but I couldn't tell what was going on around me. My eyes remained closed and I couldn't move at all, but I still could sense what was going on. The car soon stopped, and Rimo dragged me out of my seat. I couldn't do anything as he pulled me up his drive way and into his house. As we went inside, the smell and air pressure was immensely different from outside. It smelled like rotten eggs mixed with hot garbage, shit, and sweat. The air was also thick and humid, and I heard Rimo take a deep breath and say, "Aww, home sweet home," he proudly boasted. "Come on, slave," Rimo yelled and dragged me by my hair.

While Rimo was dragging me I could hear keys and locks shake and doors open. In each new room it would smell worse and worse. Soon I felt us going down the stairs and the smell intensified to an astronomical state. It felt as if I was about to be suffocated in gas. I then felt Rimo stop and pick me up and strap me into a chair. He plugged my mouth shut and put a gas mask on me. "Now just wait until you wake up my little fart sniffer," he whispered into my ear.

I lied there for what seemed like hours, until I was able to open my eyes and look around. The gas mask made it hard because it was foggy, but I could still make out some things. The room had a single light that was one and it seemed as if I could see the smell. There was a window in the top corner of the room, but it was too foggy to see outside. There was hole at the bottom of my mask and a tube running from it on the floor. I could only imagine what Rimo was going to do to me.

"Finally! You're awake," Rimo exclaimed. I jumped in fear and turned towards him. He was fully naked with a bowl of some food. "I have been holding these farts in for what seemed like years," Rimo said as he walked towards me. "I honestly thought it was going be hard to get you in here, but guess not," He continued, "My stomach has been fucking with me all day! I mean what do you expect when your diet is specifically made for causing the worst possible farts? But soon I can let them loose, and I can't wait for you to sniff every last one of them," He began to gorge on the food on his plate as he walked over to where I was sitting. He grabbed the tube and stuck it up his ass and grabbed a chair. The smell just coming from his asshole was already strong and he hasn't even passed any gas. He sat backwards in it with his ass sticking out to me. His hole and ass were huge, so I could tell he has been doing this for a while. I began to get an erection while staring at his hole and ass because they were so big. Rimo then finished his bowl and yelled," Get ready!"

With that he contorted his face and grunted; BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRTTTTTT!!!!! A large fart left his body and entered my gas mask. The smell was absolutely wretched and disgusting. It smelled like eggs and sweat with rotting fruit. PPPPPPPPPLOLPPLOPLOLLPPPLOP!!! He released another fart get smelled like hot garbage and skunk. I hated it at first, but I could feel my erection getting even harder. "Oh, your still hard?" Rimo said observing my dick. "Guess that means you like it and want more," and he grunted pushing out another fart. It was really humid and it fogged up the gas mask. I couldn't see outside the mask anymore. BBBBBPPPPPPPPRRRTTT!!!! Rimo ripped another fart and it felt as if I was on drugs; the smell was making me nauseous. I'm pretty sure the lack of oxygen was getting to me. But then I realized I was hard and that the smell wasn't so bad. If anything I began to find them attractive and soothing. But I guess Rimo noticed this and began to fart more into the tube. BBBBBRRRRRRPPPPPPTTT!! Another fart flies out of his ass and I really began to enjoy them. PPPPPRRRRRRTTTTT!!!! Rimo is definitely not holding back. He's pushing farts out at an all-time high and I was enjoying sniffing them up. My boner was now aching for release and I could feel this would be my biggest cumshot in forever.

"Damn it! You shouldn't be enjoying this!" Rimo yelled at me, "It's suppose to be torture!" He screamed at me in what sounded like a demonic voice. I spat out my gag and, "It is torture that your not letting me fuck that giant hole of yours while you fart." I said to him while laughing. I could tell he was shocked at my response, and there was an awkward silence between us. "Be right back," Rimo said as ran up the stairs. I waited for a while and the air from outside the mask began to flow in. It was less strong and was thinner than the one I was breathing. I despised it! I just wanted more of Rimo's smell, not the cleaner air. I heard footsteps coming back down and Rimo laughing. "This should get you to go down!" He said maniacally. I then heard him chug something and I gained a boner in anticipation to what will happen. I heard Rimo drop the jug and laugh. "This is my bomb. You sure you want to take this on?" He asked me. "Yes, but sit on my dick while you do it please," I responded with. "Deal," Rimo said back. And so Rimo sat down on my dick and put the tube up there with it. My giant cumshot was ready. I heard his stomach gurgle and his grunt and...

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Rimo let out a full, straight hour of gas. Not once did he falter in his steady expulsion. The smell was so bad it was indescribable. It was like his own unique smell, that was worse than all the the rest. It felt as if the entire world was rattling from the magnitude of his fart. My dick was cumming for a solid minute, just pumping more and more into him. I could tell that Rimo was having the time of his life. My dick felt nice inside him and he was moaning so loud that all I could here was his fart and moaning.

After the hour, I was still living and sniffing it up. Rimo turned around at me in shock. His eyes were wide with delight and confusion. "You survived My signature Fart!?" He yelled amazed. "Hell, yeah. And I'll do it again." I whispered to him seductively.

Rimo took of my mask and began to kiss me ferociously, while sitting on my lap. I began to breathe in the normal house air, and I began to gag. "Uh, I hate this regular air. It's not thick, humid, or smelly enough. I need more of you," I told Rimo. "Then let me fix that," he replied. He stood up and farted even more. PPPPPPPRRRRRRRTTTTTTT!!!! BBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRTTTTTT!!!!! PLOPLOPLOPPLOPPPLOPHHHHHHH!!!! Each one filled my lungs and I was addicted. I couldn't stop sniffing them. "Here I have an idea," Rimo said as he started to release me from his chair. As he freed me he put his hand on the back of my head and began to move. We went upstairs and he got a belt lying around and strapped my head to his ass. He released farts all day long and it felt like my boner was going to fall off.

This lasted for years. I even had an ass supply whenever he had to leave the house. He got an oxygen tank and filled it with his own gas, so I could sniff and lick that when he wasn't home. He fed me real food, but I mostly relied on his ass to supply those needs. He never uses his bathroom, and rather just goes where ever he must in the house.

And for me, this was paradise. Being in Rimo's ass all day is a dream. It's absolutely magical, but sniffing and eating whatever he has to offer me. Nothing and I mean nothing! Can be better than this.

José's Party

"Hey, u ready 4 my party 2night? Its at my house," José texted me. I was in complete in shock that someone as cool as José would invite to a party. At his house too! José was one of the best people in the world! He was nice and generous, along with kind and loving. He had a huge future ahead of him and rich parents that spoil him, but he is still humble and thoughtful of other people. Not to mention he had the biggest ass in the world and all I want is for him to just sit down on my face and let it rip! He was my total crush, but he had a girlfriend(stupid Vanessa) and was a senior! He would never date me; a boy; a freshman. "Uh, sure. I'm coming," I replied back to him with. Did I really just say "uh," in a text? I'm absolutely hopeless. "Great! C u there. ;)," José said back. Wait, he went a winky face! What does it mean though? Does he like me? Was he hoping I would say yes?

"Dinner's ready!" My mom yelled. "Coming!" I yelled back. There is no way she's going to let me go to a party, I'm going to have to sneak out.

Later that night, I said good night to my mom and snuck out my window. I put a bunch of pillows as a decoy, just in case she comes to check up on me. It also was a hassle getting down the roof outside my window, because I had to carry my swimsuit for the pool I knew José had.

I walked over to his house, since he just lived up the mountain. Usually you could hear everything from the top of its peak and the entire town would be able to hear it. As I made my way up the mountain I heard music and people screaming and shouting, along with loud splashes. I soon turned the corner to the front of José's house and the utter chaos of this party.

As I walked up the driveway I texted José asking where he was. "I'm in the back," he texted me. So I made my way to his backyard and I could already people were judging me, and looking down at me (literally). I could tell right away that I didn't belong.

As I made my way into the backyard, I heard someone call me, "Hey, over here!" I turned my head and saw José in the hot tub with Vanessa, another two girls and a guy. "Come on over," he yelled and I went over to him and the gang. "Guys, this is my freshmen friend," they all waved with smiles (except for Vanessa) and said "Hi." I waved back and smiled, being polite to everyone. "Hey, this is, Becky, Grace, and Benjamin," he paused and Vanessa gave him a nasty look. "And my girlfriend, Vanessa that you should already know." Actually we haven't formally met, José only had talked about each other to the both of us. "Nice to finally meet you, Vanessa," I said as she glared at José. It was very awkward as there was no conversation and it was just listening to the mayhem happening around us. "Hey, you can join us if you want to," José said breaking the silence. I said sure and left to go change. When I got back and sat down in the hot tub we all began to talk and laugh. It turns out that the group really got along with each other. The only problem is that Vanessa didn't talk at all, and rather just stared at José with a deep hatred in her eyes.

But that changes when Benjamin ripped a fart with bubbles coming up. "Ewww," Most of us yelled out in digust, except for José who was laughing. "Stop It José, it's not funny," Vanessa finally said. "So, she does speak," I replied with, but ended up with Vanessa death staring at me. "Oh, come on Ness. You know your boyfriend can rip louder ones," Benjamin spoke out against Vanessa. I had got an idea. "I highly doubt that," I said. "He doesn't strike me as a gassy dude," I finished. Everyone looked at me as if I was crazy. "Is that a challenge?" José asked me. "Yes," I replied with. "Oh no, we're doomed," Benjamin said. I laughed while the others quaked in fear as José scrunched up his face. Some time went by and nothing happened, so we all relaxed until a ton of bubbles came up around José. The smell was horrendous and it chased us all out of the jacuzzi and grabbing our towels because we were cold. Well I grabbed mine to hide my boner from sight.

After that we all changed into our clothes with Grace and Benjamin leaving. "Hey lets all go up into the peak," José suggested. We all agreed, but Vanessa was still not having it. After we made our way up to the peak, José's stomach was hurting and he said everyone to get in front of him. We all knew why, so we did. As we got to the top of the mountain José asked how many people we think he could wake up from here. We all said he that he couldn't and we found out why his stomach was growling so much. He ran over to the tip of the cliff and ripped an ungodly fart that sounded like an explosion. We were all mutually disgusted. "That's it José! We need to talk alone," Vanessa screamed out.

With that Grace and I went down the mountain, but we could still hear Vanessa arguing with José. "First it was this party, where I just wanted it to be simply the two of us. Then, you invite a freshmen over, because you two are 'just friends'. And I already told you that this fart fetish thing is just way too far. That's it we are through!" Grace and I were in complete shock at that last statement and agreed that we will never talk about it.

"Yeah, I have to go. See you later," Grace said as she crossed the street down to her house. And than it was just me. My own lonely self walking down a mountain at 1:30 am in the morning. "Hey! Wait!" A voice yelled from up the street. It was José. "I'm sorry that you heard all that. Vanessa can be a little much," he was obviously depressed and was about losing Vanessa. But I really needed to know about the fetish. "So, is it true. Your... fart thing," I carefully asked him. "Um... yeah I guess so," he began, "I enjoy farting on people, it turns me on... so... yeah?" José finished. I stopped and looked back up the mountain. "Hey, I know a way I can cheer you up," I said to seductively and nudged him back up the mountain. I smacked his ass and he was pleased with it and we ran up the mountain. I had to stop a few times because José's stomach was hurting, but that just made me even more excited.

We broke into his house and ran upstairs as quickly as we could. And as soon as we got into his bed, he pulled down his pants and sat down on me with all his force, bare ass. It was hairless but was a dark brown from his shits. "Get ready!" José yelled as his stomach gurgled. I felt his cheeks clench around my face and BBBBBBBRRRRRRHHHTTTT a monstrous fart left his ass and went into my mouth. "Aw, fuck yeah!" José yelled out. He was moaning and laughing loudly. "Vanessa would have never let me to this!" PPPPPPPRRRRRRRTTT. I was ready to cum without him touching my dick at all! "Oh, I see you need some relief," José said as he took off my pants. He began sucking my dick and kept fart in my face, causing me to shoot my load into his mouth. BBBBBBRRRRRPPPPPTTTTTTTTT José ripped a large airy fart in my face that lasted for about 15 seconds and smelled as if he was about to crap himself. This made me shoot my second load. "Hey, are you okay with shit?" He asked me. I gave him a thumbs up and BBBBBRRRRRRPPLPLTTTTTT a smooth brown turd came out with a ginormous fart.

We soon became to tired to carry on, and I had to leave him. José was passed out on the bed, but it still didn't stop him from farting. How farts sounded different when he slept. They used to have a high pitch and sputtered a lot, but now they sound like deep rolls of thunder with a sloppy/wet sound at the end. I decided to take a few whiffs before I left.

As I inhaled his last fart, I got up and walked home. It was still dark and I wasn't sure if I still had shit on my face. I had to get in through the front door using the spare key on the front porch. I went into the bathroom and washed my face and went to bed. I fell asleep immediately and that completed the best day of my life.