Military Test Subject

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“Hot damn!” General Smith shouted when he saw the recruit. “You boys really outdid yourselves!”

“Thank you,” Andrew smiled at the praise. It’d been over a year of testing, but they finally found a compound that would actually work and be good for application. They were given Kyle Briggs nearly a month ago and he was a pretty standard soldier. Maybe even considered to be on the weaker side. It wasn’t even a week before they started to notice changes.

He’d gained almost 15 pounds of muscle and grew another inch taller. The physical trainer said this was unprecedented. He’d been sworn to secrecy, yet the scientists had quickly learned that wouldn’t have been necessary. They found him sneaking off with the test subject and having sex. It was noted that the physical trainer was the happiest bottom they had ever seen. Even though he had sworn up and down that he was straight when they hired him, he said it was impossible to think about anything other than the subject’s cock slamming into him.

By week three, it was nearly impossible to separate the two. The subject had grown another three inches and gained an additional 45 pounds of muscle. He defended his lover with all his strength. More terrifying was that many of the soldiers who were told to separate the two mentioned understanding how the physical trainer must have felt. They longed to go back in there. It was about two or three days and the soldiers were found still trying to emulate sex with the test subject.

No other soldiers would volunteer to be in the same room as the subject.

By week four, he’d gained another 100 pounds and five inches taller. He looked like an absolute monster. Any goal that they had set for him was easily smashed down. They had to weigh him over the intercom and the physical trainer was more than happy to help get the measurements, however no one else was allowed into the room with them. The week after that, there were no noticeable differences to his weight changes.

“Well then!” General Smith slapped his knee. “Let’s go meet him!”

“W-what!?” Andrew jumped out of his seat and stumbled through the room to block the door. “Sir. That’s not a good idea.”

“Is he violent?” General Smith asked.

“Violent? No. It’s just—”

“Son, I’ve been in this field a long time. I don’t need you to tell me how to meet my recruits,” General Smith pushed Andrew to the side.

“Sir,” one of the general’s guards said. “Shouldn’t we listen to him?”

Andrew nodded furiously. His voice was stuck as he was never very good at talking to his superiors. “Yes! Please! You don’t under—”

“Nonsense. If you’re going to chicken out as well, then I’ll just go meet the new recruit on my own. Out of my way.” General Smith pushed Andrew fully to the side and opened the door. Andrew held his breath and then pushed the door closed.

“Hmmm?” The guard’s eyebrow raised. He felt his cock harden in his pants as he looked at the test subject. His hand instinctually went to touch his dick.

Andrew let out a sigh. “Don’t worry, it’ll hopefully wear off in about 24 hours. But it’s too late for him…” He pointed his thumb over his shoulder at the general. For a second, the bodyguard didn’t believe the little man, but he quickly realized that his eyes hadn’t left the test subject’s body since the door had been opened. That strange musky scent hung in his nose and his pants had come undone, revealing his fat cock. “Let’s get you out of here so you aren’t tempted anymore. And I’ve got to make a few phone calls.”

Someone handed the guard an impressively sized dildo. The bodyguard would have been mortified at any other time wondering how someone could fit this inside them, let alone the insinuation that he would. But his hands happily ran up and down the silicone rod as he thought about the impressively built man on the other side of the glass wall. He followed the man and struggled not to look back at the test subject.

However, General Smith was still being monitored as he walked through the subject’s area. Sweat started to drip down his forehead and the sharply dressed man quickly started to undo the top buttons of his uniform. “Hot damn!” the general cursed. “They sure as hell love to pump the heat up in here…” He wiped his brow as he approached the subject.

The subject sat up from the bench press he’d just been using. His eyebrow cocked. A wry grin appeared on his face. “I don’t find it too bad,” he answered. A thick layer of sweat covered his body. The hair on his chest matted to his pecs and abs.

“That makes one of us,” General Smith laughed as he continued his approach. He didn’t even notice as he stripped off his military jacket, kicked off his shoes and undid his belt. The feeling of the somewhat cool air on his body felt so good that he just left them on the floor where they fell. “I’m General Smith. I’m your new boss.”

“Oh?” the subject laughed. Mostly because the general’s hard cock looked to be throbbing in his underwear. “I see…” The subject stood up.

General Smith never considered himself to be a small man. At 6’1” and a little overweight 220 pounds, most people were a bit shorter than him. However, he had to crane his neck back to get a proper look at this beast of a man. General Smith barely even came up to his chest. His eyes had move to bring the man fully into view. He gasped.

“Y-yes,” General Smith tried to regain his senses. It didn’t help that his hand was pleasuring his cock. He reached it out for a handshake. “With a man like you on board, I doubt we’ll need much of a military.”

The subject laughed at the joke and accepted the handshake. His hand completely engulfed the general’s. It looked more like a gorilla hand over a human’s. The subject quickly pulled the general into a hug. General Smith’s face landed directly between the subject’s massive pecs.

The general took in a deep breath. He didn’t even realize that his hips bucked or feel the wet stain forming in his underwear. His mind was far too focused on the man in front of him. The strong powerful scent that completely overwhelmed him. His senses didn’t take in anything other than the man. His hands groped the powerful muscles and felt their strength.

“They don’t let many friends come in here…” the subject complained. “I’m happy to meet you.”

“And I’m happy to meet you…” the general moaned. He wasn’t even fighting it anymore. His hands tried to touch every inch of the powerful man in front of him, groping and grasping at whatever he could get a hold of. Of course, the subject was happy to comply, flexing his arms and legs as the general’s hands tried to grasp around it. It was an impossible task as the human was far too small.

The subject chuckled as the general pulled out the subject’s hefty sized cock. The small man was trying desperately to find a hole for it to fit in. “Your hands are fine,” the subject said. The general’s face beamed as he started stroking the monster sized cock. It had to be well over a foot long and thick as the general’s arm.

General Smith instantly started stroking it. His whole body had to get into the motion. But he looked like he’d never been happier in his life. The subject stood tall, flexing his body as his cock was milked. Loud deep moans rumbled the building. He was fully into it. All the way up to the point that he coated the general with his cum. Big splashes hit the general in his face and rolled down his body.

“Excellent job…” the subject praised. The general tried to get started again, but the subject stopped him. “You need to take a rest.” He lifted up the man and cradled him in his arms as he took him over to see the physical trainer. “You two will be working together for a while. I can’t wait to actually fuck him.” A devious smile overtook the subjects face as he watched the two men cuddle together.

The subject turned back to the scientists. “You know you can always give me more friends to play with.”

Over the next week the subject grew another inch and gained 15 pounds of muscle.

A Doctor’s Visit

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“Alright Bradly, what seems to be—” Dr. Anderson felt the words get caught in his throat as he saw the man sitting on the doctor’s table. It was possibly the most muscular person he’d ever seen in his life. Even more surprisingly was how Bradly just decided to get undressed before he’d even entered into the room, though looking around there didn’t seem to be any clothes anywhere.

“Well doc, the problem is right here,” Bradly pointed directly at his dick. “This stuff I’ve been taking said that I’m supposed to get big all over, but this hasn’t been changing at all. I was just wondering if you might know what’s up.”

“Oh… Okay,” Dr. Anderson tried to snap out of his daze. Just looking at this man was like looking at a piece of art. His eyes kept getting lost in the contours of Bradly’s muscles. But even as he stared at the other man’s face, he couldn’t help but get lost there too. So many perfectly sculpted masculine features all worked together to make a handsome man. “Did you—” Dr. Anderson cleared his throat, “Did you bring it in so I can look at it?”

“Of course, doc.” Bradly reached into his jock and pulled out a small container. Whatever that small bulge had been completely disappeared and almost looked flat. “I’ve been usin’ it just like it says. But it’s like my cock just won’t get any bigger.”

“Hmmm…” Dr. Anderson tried his best to focus. He’d always heard about steroids causing issues like this, though this looked more like some kind of protein powder or supplement. “Has your… *Ehem* Penis shrank at all?”

Bradly laughed. “Luckily, no. But with how big I’m getting it just looks so damn small!” He flexes when he used the word big.

“That makes sense…” Dr. Anderson said. “I’ll have to send this down to a lab to get it tested. Until then I’m not sure how much I can help you with.”

Bradly nodded. “Understandable.”

“But until then, I might as well get some vitals. Let’s start with height and weight. I know you wrote down, 5’10” 175 pounds, but I think I might need to double check that.” Dr. Anderson said.

“Sure thing doc!” Bradly stood up. Already Dr. Anderson could tell the discrepancy. There was no way this man was only 5’10”, he had to be at least 6’4”. Dr. Anderson had to tilt his head way back to properly look the other man in the eyes. And the 175 had to almost be a joke. It looked like his right arm weighed that much.

Bradly stepped onto the scale. Dr. Anderson raised the bar to measure his height. Just like he thought, 6’5”. He looked down at the scale: 285 pounds. “Let me just up these stats and then we’ll do a little wellness check. Alright?” Bradly nodded. It wasn’t unlike guys like this who hadn’t been to the doctor since they had to have a check up to play any sports. Dr. Anderson just jotted down some notes.

He took out his stethoscope. “So how long have you been trying this new supplement?”

“Hmm? Oh… Uhhh about a month.”

“A month!?” Dr. Anderson nearly shouted. He tried to cool himself back down. “That’s quite the supplement!” Bradly nodded. It felt like he went a little quieter than usual. Dr. Anderson hadn’t ever heard of anything like this, but Bradly didn’t seem to be lying either. “Any other noticeable changes?” The beat of Bradly’s heart thumped louder. A little bit of sweat started to form around the man’s brow. Dr. Anderson paused the examination. “Is there something wrong?”

“It’s just… Uhh… Guys are starting to treat me differently now.”

“You are built like a cartoon character…” Dr. Anderson joked. More sweat was starting to perspire. A strong smell started to fill the room. For a second it smelt awful, but Dr. Anderson’s nose quickly adjusted to it. The strong smell of a locker room started to fill the small office.

“That’s not really it… It’s different. And then there’s this itch…”

“Where at?” Dr. Anderson asked. Bradly seemed to have gone quiet. “Bradly, if you don’t tell me where the itch is, I can’t help…”

“Okay…” Bradly breathed. “It’s in my ass.”

“In—in your ass?” Dr. Anderson repeated. A strange feeling rushed over the doctor. He couldn’t quite explain it. But it was like he was suddenly turned on. His cock quickly hardened in his pants. “Would you please bend over?”

Bradly froze up. “You know what? This was a bad idea… I should—”

Dr. Anderson quickly blocked the door. “As a doctor, I don’t think I should allow you to do that. This is a safe place and there’s full confidentiality between us.”

“O-okay… But don’t do anything funny. Alright?”

“Bradly, I am a doctor.”

“And my friends were straight…” Bradly mumbled.

Dr. Anderson didn’t quite hear it over the snap of his glove. “Ready?”

“Ready…” Bradly said. He let out a gasp as the doctor’s finger pushed inside him. Feeling the digit move around, Bradly struggled to hold down his moans. The way it wiggled inside him was too much. His hands gripped the table tightly as he fought down his sexual urges.

Meanwhile, Dr. Anderson was starting to have a little bit of fun. His cock throbbed with excitement as he watched the giant of a man squirm under the pressure he was putting him under. He suddenly felt like he had so much control. So much power. He’d long since stopped checking for anything and was just looking for the most sensitive parts inside of Bradly.

“Find—Find anything—suspicious?” Bradly grunted. His eyes went wide when he heard the doctor’s pants fall to the ground. He tried to stand up before the doctor pushed him back onto the table.

“Don’t worry boy, all part of the check up,” Dr. Anderson said. He lined up his cock with Bradly’s ass and pushed inside. The young man let out a bit of a yelp as his grip tightened against table. “How’s that feel boy?”

“G-good…” Bradly moaned. His strong body nearly collapsed onto the table in pleasure. “So gooooood…”

Dr. Anderson let out a chuckle. Each thrust felt better than the last. Watching this massive man succumb to his desires only pushed him to keep going. Bradly moaned loudly. Dr. Anderson’s lust only grew. He didn’t want to stop. He couldn’t stop. His dick craved this hole more than he would have ever imagined.

His body bucked. Dr. Anderson’s hands gripped Bradly’s sides hard, digging his nails into Bradly’s sides. The doctor lost control of his body and finished inside the other man. The sheer force of pleasure nearly knocked him out. Sweat dripped from every inch of his body, coating his dress shirt and pants. It almost seeped through to his white coat.

“Aww… Fuck doc, that wasn’t a good idea…” Bradly said as he regained his composure. He sat on the table. His veins were bulging out of his skin as he sat there. There was almost a pulsing of his muscles.

“I’m sorry,” Dr. Anderson said. “I don’t know what came over me.” He pulled up his pants and tightened his belt. It went one loop further than it had been and almost seemed to sag around his feet more. He shook his shoulders as he couldn’t help but feel like his shirt didn’t quite fit right either.

Bradly shrugged. “It’s alright.” Then pulled out his phone. “I have an opening in two weeks, but next time it’ll cost you $500.”

“W-what?!”

“Hmm? Oh, I know you already feel it. Just look at the way you’re looking at me,” Bradly smirked. Dr. Anderson couldn’t deny that he was ogling the man sitting on his table. His entire vision was focused on the other man’s hard muscles and a deep seeded desire to touch them again. “How about I just put you down and then you decide if you want to come or not.” He handed Dr. Anderson a slip of paper with an address and time.

“Oh, one more thing,” then stepped onto the scale. “6’6” 301 pounds. Better keep my medical documents up to date.” He tapped Dr. Anderson on the shoulder and left with his mysterious powder.

Mr. Bryson comes to Visit

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‘Just so you know, my dad came in this weekend,’ my boyfriend texted me.

I let out a groan. I’d just finished a workout and didn’t need to have his dad here. Part of it was just because of the unexpected company. The rest was because there was this new gummy supplement that I’d been taking that had some unusual side effects.

Don’t get me wrong, it was unbelievable for muscle growth. I’d been a pretty average gym goer until I started taking them, but with them I wouldn’t stop growing. It could be up to almost a pound of muscle a day. I’d been a standard jock at 5’10” and 176 pounds but after taking them for a couple of months I’d shot up to 6’1” and was nearing 215 pounds. My gains were unprecedented. People in the gym begged me for my secrets. I wouldn’t tell them.

It was due to the side effects. Immediately after taking them, I’d become incredibly dominant. That wouldn’t be a problem; but then every man in the area would get a whiff of my scent and then become incredibly submissive. I only tried them once in the gym and I had damn near every guy asking to help me lift and running their hands across my body. It was so hard to fight off. It was nice with my boyfriend, a little less fun with complete strangers. Though, my boyfriend suggested that I try it again, but he has to be around that time.

“Mr. Bryson?” I called as I returned home. “Hello?”

“Over here boy,” a deep and powerful voice summoned me. It didn’t sound familiar, but I felt an uncontrollable urge to do as he said. A strange smell lingered in the house. I smelled it deeper.

‘Oh shit…’ I suddenly realized what was going on. Especially when I walked into the living room. There stood an unbelievably jacked man. No shirt. No shoes. But someone I definitely wanted to service. My mouth hung open as I took in the absolute mountain of a man. He had to be 7’ tall and had to weigh over 500 pounds. I thought my growth was big, this was beyond next level.

“M-Mr. Bryson?” I stammered as I looked him up.

He grunted in the affirmative. I felt my dick go hard. “Just so you know I found some candy and ate the whole thing. Real good shit.”

“Of course, sir! Our home is your home!” my fingers flexed. Partially out of rage, but a deeper urge of lust. I was in a battle to not just curl up under that man’s massive and run my hands down his body.

“Good man,” he pat my shoulder as he splayed his body down on the leather couch. His feet went far past the arm rest. Those massive hands went between his legs and started to play with his cock, almost absentmindedly. The smell intensified. I felt a deep longing moan escape me.

“H-how’s work!” I forced out. It was the most neutral thing I could think of. My head was swarming with all sorts of ideas. My boyfriend had given me so many. From sniffing my armpits to licking my feet, all of them were buzzing around in my head but I was doing them to this giant.

“Fucking sucks,” Mr. Bryson grunted. “Got a piece of shit boss that really needs to hear a piece of my mind. Don’t know why I haven’t told that little fucker off yet. Doesn’t know his face from his ass.”

I squirmed in my seat. Hearing the man talk was nearly as good as sex itself. Though, the thought that his passive side was completely gone seemed to be the reason. I’d always thought he was a bit too weak willed and never stuck up for himself. But now? There was no one who would even think twice about it.

“You treatin my boy well?” Mr. Bryson asked.

“Huh? Oh yes sir! I try to make him happy everyday.”

“Oh? How?”

“Sex!” I blurted out. I instantly covered my mouth. I hadn’t meant to say it. It just came out.

Mr. Bryson’s eyebrow raised. “Oh? And who’s on top?”

“I-I-I am sir. He likes to be on bottom,” I answered.

“Hmmm…” Mr. Bryson seemed to be mulling something over. His hand went to his chin and scratched the stubble on it. “Show me.”

“S-s-show you?” My dick throbbed. A longing moan escaped me. I may have been across the room, but I almost jumped at the chance.

“Show me,” he repeated. His voice sterner. “Show me what he does to show you he likes it.”

My sex addled brain complied. “Hey there big guy,” I strutted over to him. I dropped down to my knees. My hand went to his chest and gently rubbed the huge pec. The musk was overwhelming. There was no more fighting it. My nose went deep into his pit and gave it a powerful whiff. The smell of his sweaty BO filled my head only making me all the more excitable.

“It wasn’t too rough of a day at work now, was it?” I continued playing the sub. I was surprisingly good at imitating my boyfriend. My hand gently parsed through the hair running along Mr. Bryson’s abs. I leaned in for a kiss. His scruff scratched against my bare face. He accepted my kiss and our tongues wrestled. He led the tempo, but I could keep up. “Well. I can make it all better.” I giggled as I pulled away.

My finger traced the outline of his massive pecs. They danced their way down to his abs. Then found it’s way into his shorts. The man was already hard. His cock throbbed as I grabbed it. Even though my hand’s were massive, it still felt like I was holding onto a beer can. I gently stroked it. “How’s that make you feel?”

“Good…” Mr. Bryson grunted. His body flexed. Hands gripped whatever they could. Under his strength he accidently snapped the back of the couch. That would have to be a problem for another day.

Right now, I was a bit distracted. Especially as I pulled the rod out of his shorts. My eyes went wide. My mouth hung open. I’d never been a cock sucker, but God damn did I want to shove it into my mouth. But then there were other ideas. My hole quivered. I let out a moan.

“Well, boy?” Mr. Bryson demanded.

I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I straddled Mr. Bryson’s massive body and lined his cock up with my ass. I could feel the pre already dripping and coating my ass and his cock. I pressed down on it. My hands clawed at his abs at the pressure. I couldn’t help myself. A deep sensual moan escaped me as my body writhed. Little by little I worked my way down onto his cock. I’d only taken my boyfriend’s a couple of times and it was no where near as big or wide as this. Somehow the gummy supplements must have been help open me up.

Mr. Bryson bucked as more of his cock was engorged by my ass. His eyes went wild as his body gave into the sexual drive. All that confidence and strength meant nothing under his sexual arousal. I could feel his cock throb with delight. Each thrust I gave him sent another wave of pleasure rocketing through him. He couldn’t help himself. His back arched and he finished inside me.

“Oh fuck!” I called out as I couldn’t help myself, splattering his furry chest with my own seed. I rode Mr. Bryson’s wild ride and then fell limp on his body. His big arms wrapped around me.

“Well… Guess if my boy treats you this well, you ain’t half bad…”

The Wrestler

(AI art created by Jammer Link)

“Mr-Mr Stafford? I don’t think wrestling is right for me…” Ned stammered as he walked into the wrestling room. The strong smell of musk filled his nose and he found it hard to breathe.

“It’s coach,” Coach Stafford snapped.

“Of course! Sorry! Coach!” Ned quickly corrected himself. He didn’t understand this sports stuff too well. He was just in the library studying for his Intro to Biology 1100. College was so new for him, that he didn’t fully understand what was expected of him but he figured he had to try to say yes a little more than he had when he was in high school. That’s why when Coach Stafford came over and asked him to join the wrestling team, he spoke without thinking. “But I’ve never wrestled before…”

“That’s alright,” Coach Stafford said. “Everyone has to start somewhere. And as long as you listen to me, you’ll do fine.” His brow raised as he looked down at Ned. It was the tone drop that made Ned really shake. “You are going to listen to me, right?”

“Of-Of course! I’ll do whatever you say coach!” Ned said dutifully. As he agreed he couldn’t help but feel as though there was something different about him all of a sudden. He brushed it off.

Coach Stafford’s grim mood quickly changed. “Good. Go put these on.” He handed Ned a pair of tight wrestling shorts.

Ned did as he was told. Any resistance he would have met with, instantly turned into reasons why he should listen. He couldn’t exactly wrestle in his normal clothes. Besides what if they got all sweaty or gross?

“Good,” Coach Stafford said. “And you’re okay with me making you big and strong?”

“Y-yeah,” Ned nodded. He wouldn’t have minded gaining a bit of muscle on his weak frame.

“And you’re okay with me telling you what to do?”

“You are my coach,” Ned answered.

Coach’s smile broadened. “Perfect. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”

Ned’s eyes narrowed in confusion. Something about Coach Stafford felt off. It was almost like he looked semitransparent. “Co—” Ned was about to say before a glowing ethereal mist that was heading directly for his open mouth. It entered inside of him.

“Sorry bud. This’ll be a bit uncomfortable,” Coach Stafford said as more of his body grew more transparent.

Ned struggled to say something. Anything at all. Only gagged muffled sounds escaped from his mouth. He tried to grab at the string of mist entering inside of him, but its incorporeal form was impossible to grab onto. His fingers slipped through the glowing green mist. He can feel it going down his throat and clinging to his gullet. A small bulge of a tummy pushes out from his thin body.

“C-coach?” Ned asked the now empty room. His mind was reeling from what just happened. Even stranger was the full feeling in his tummy. He rubbed it gently trying to calm it down. “Coach Staff—” A deep grunt forced its way out of his chest. Ned’s body buckled. Whatever was inside him was starting to move. It was stretching out his insides.

A series of moans and groans filled the room as he rolled around on the wrestling matt. It was the craziest feeling. Every part of his body was pulsing. Ned could almost see his muscles growing. What had been completely weak and undefined was rapidly refining itself. Muscles molded and sculpted itself onto his frame at an alarming rate.

He could see his biceps forming and rounding out. Thick forearms with a dense lattice of veins led to massive hands. His neck widened. The moans and groans only grew deeper. Each time resonating more off the concrete walls.

Ned could feel his bones growing longer. He was getting taller. His shoulders were wider while his waist stayed perfectly trimmed. His silhouette actually looked somewhat intimidating. “F-FUCK!” He cried out as his back arched. The growth of his quads happened to press hard against his dick that was currently raging in his wrestling pants.

His massive hands gently massaged and moved it out of the way. Slowly Ned came back down from his painful state. He rolled around a bit before standing up and looking at his reflection. The one looking back wasn’t what he remembered. The feminine face he had had, had squared itself off into a masculine jaw. His brow had pushed forward a bit and his eyes were almost dark and mysterious. He reached up and ran his hand across the tiny bit of peach fuzz rounding his mouth.

“What the—”

“And I was saying…” Three guys walked into the wrestling arena. They stopped and looked over at Ned. “Oh? Is the fresh meat already here?” The other two laughed. “Let’s get a few things straight. I’m not some pansy ass bitch like Luke was. You’ll listen to me because I’m seniority here. Got it?”

Ned felt his eyes roll. “Maybe if you could actually win a match when we needed it, I’d consider it.” Ned said. But Ned didn’t say it. He could see his mouth moving in the mirror and feel the words vibrating in his throat. And even though it sounded like Ned with a slightly deeper more commanding tone.

The guy looked stunned. Then pissed. “Really bitch?” he stomped forward. “You think just cause you’re new here I’m going to take it easy on you? What’s your name bitch?”

“Ned,” Ned replied. He was screaming in his head, but it came out with a calm and cool confidence. “Why don’t you prove that you’re worth listening to?”

Anger turned into rage. “FINE! One round. Loser has to do whatever the winner says! And don’t think those showy muscles you got are going to do much of anything. You need real talent to do anything against me.”

“Talent?” Ned scoffed.

‘WHAT THE FUCK!?’ Ned was screaming inside his head as his body readied itself to wrestle this other guy. He didn’t understand what was going on or why his body was doing this.

‘Calm down,’ he heard Coach Stafford’s voice in his head. ‘You’re distracting me… It’s annoying. Just calm down and go along with it. I don’t need you fuckin’ this up. Got it?’

Ned went quiet. He didn’t understand it, but if Coach Stafford was still around, that meant at least, in some sort of nebulous way, something made sense.

It was Ned’s body that set itself up in front of the other wrestler. Even though he’d never done anything in his life like this, his body took on perfect form. One of the other guys watching counted down. On one, the other wrestler charged.

“Asshole…” Ned grunted.

The wrestler just smirked. He had grabbed a hold of Ned’s body. But Ned’s leg had made its way behind the wrestler’s body. It swept the wrestler’s leg out and the two fell to the ground Ned quickly recovered and went for the pin. The wrestler struggled as much as he could, but the sheer strength in Ned’s body made that completely useless.

The two lackies reluctantly began to count. They waited as long as they possibly could, but Ned was declared the victor.

“Fucker,” the wrestler growled. “Two out of three.”

“God damn you’re a little bitch. Do you really think that another round is going to turn out differently? Or is it that you just loved feeling my body on top of yours?” Ned smirked. He raised a bicep and flexed it showing off. “I mean I wouldn’t mind getting on top of you again.” The strain in the singlet only grew as more blood pumped into his dick. It looked like a full blackjack club was running down his left leg.

The wrestler flexed. His anger was still raging. “Whatever asshole.”

“Oh! One more thing,” Ned said. “Kiss it.”

“WHAT?!” the wrestler roared.

“Kiss it,” Ned positioned his massive dick forward. “You said I could make you do whatever I wanted. Right? Or are you that much of a loser bitch that you can’t even keep up on that? Or maybe it’s not enough… Do you want to suck me off? Or feel it deep inside your asshole?”

The devilish smirk on Ned’s face only pissed the wrestler off even more. But that was the deal. He dropped to his knees and gave Ned’s massive slong a kiss. “Fuck you…” the wrestler cursed as he went to leave again.

‘Phew…’ Coach Stafford’s voice rang inside of Ned’s head. ‘What an asshole. Am I right?’

‘But what just happened?’ Ned question.

‘Hmm? Oh. I just took over your body. Sorry about that. It’s just Luke graduated and was going to start his new job that I needed someone new to take his place. Hope you don’t mind. After a little while when you start learning how to wrestle, I’ll let the training wheels off. Alright?’

Ned felt as though he had control over his body again. The amount of power that he could feel in his arms felt unbelievable. Even just standing there he felt like he could lift the world. He flexed and watched as different muscles on his body bulged and shifted. ‘Yeah… I don’t mind…’ he smiled.

A Run Around the Track

[AI art created by Jammer (First Image, Second Image)]

“C’mon Rob! You keep complaining how coach wants you bigger. I think I have the solution!” Alex said in an overly chipper voice.

“You were just supposed to help me study,” Rob growled at his tutor. He didn’t understand why Alex would have wanted to meet him around the college track. But it quickly started to make sense. “Or are you just trying to get a chance to watch me workout?”

Alex’s tilted his head with a devious smile. “No…” He lied. Both of them knew it. Alex had been watching Rob like a hawk every single time they were would go to the library. His eyes would trace Rob’s body every chance that they got. “I’m just trying to be helpful.”

Rob’s eyes narrowed. “Where’d you even get this stuff?” The container wasn’t labeled, and it looked like a generic protein powder.

“Online. Everyone who reviewed it said it had amazing results!” Alex answered. He was already scooping the powder into a shaker bottle. Then added water to it. The substance dissolved instantly, making it look like it was just water again. Alex stuck out his arm. “Here!”

Rob stared at it skeptically. “Is it safe?”

Alex shrugged.

“YOU DON’T KNOW IF IT’S SAFE!?” Rob shouted. A few people walking the track looked over at them. Rob slapped his face. “You have to be kidding me…”

“I don’t know… How bad could it be?” Alex said. “What’s the worst that could happen? You get a protein powder that doesn’t do anything? Isn’t that normal?” He shook the bottle. “Come on… People said they see results after a few minutes.”

“Fine…” Rob snatched the shaker bottle out of Alex’s hand. He was tired of Coach Albarn saying he wasn’t putting enough effort out on the field. Like Alex said, ‘what’s the worst that could happen?’ Rob downed the drink.

Alex stared at him skeptically. “Anything yet?” Rob shook his head no. “I think they said that you have to build up a little bit of a sweat…”

“If this doesn’t work,” Rob stuck a finger in Alex’s face, “you’re doing all my homework. Got it?”

“Got it!” Alex squeaked.

Rob started off for a bit of a jog. It was just a standard warm up. However, even as he rounded the first bend of his first lap, he could feel sweat starting to drip down his brow. His heart was beating faster and there was this odd sensation running through his body. Rob powered through. There was no way a something could work that fast.

Then there was this odd feeling with his shirt. ‘It’s just the sweat,’ Rob reasoned as it clung to his chest a little more than usual. He could really feel the wetness running down his chest and back. Whatever this was, really made him sweat. Even he could smell the musk wafting off of him as he ran.

As he rounded the second bend, now his shoes were feeling tight. ‘There’s no way…’ Rob thought to himself. Had he really been growing? It didn’t make sense. Maybe a rock just got into his shoe or maybe he accidently picked up the wrong pair or one of his friends was playing a prank on him.

Rob finished his jog in front of Alex. “How’s that?” Alex didn’t answer. His mouth just hung open in shock. “What?”

“You—you got bigger…” Alex stammered.

“Huh?” Rob looked down at him in confusion. There was no way. That was barely even a few minutes of light jogging. It didn’t make sense, though as he looked down at Alex, there was a clear noticeable difference. At 6’1” he’d always been a bit taller than the other man, but now Alex barely came past his shoulders. “No way!”

“Yes way!” Alex cheered. He clearly loved looking at the bigger jock right now. There was so much more to gawk at. Now Rob’s shirt was starting to rise up and show off the bottom layer of his abs. His biceps looked so swollen that he would have a hard time finding anything that had sleeves. He’d probably have to get custom made pants to properly fit his enormous, but perfectly sculpted ass. 

“This is–!” Rob let out a grunt. His body seemed to have collapsed in on itself. Every muscle was flexing.

“Rob?” Alex asked.

Rob couldn’t respond. Only grunts came out of him as he felt his heart absolutely racing. Each and everyone of his muscles felt as though they were on fire. It was all at once too. He clenched his chest. Veins bulged out of his skin. And he started to grow.

It was a sudden burst of power flowing through him. His athletic body was rapidly doubling in size. Muscles grew at an unprecedented rate as he writhed under the weird feeling. The sleeveless shirt didn’t stand a chance. His widening back and chest ballooning out in front of him made the XL sized shirt look almost kid sized. It was the same with his shoes as his toes pushed out of them. Then crushed the remnants of the shoe’s soles.

“F-uck… F-uck…” Rob panted as he slowly regained control over his body. He looked down at his massive mitts for hands. Then quickly realized just how much further down the ground was from him. Getting a look at Alex, the other man barely came above his waist.

“R-Rob?” Alex stammered. “How are you feeling?”

Rob huffed out a few more deep breaths. A new emotion was emerging. He couldn’t understand it. He didn’t answer Alex. Instead, he picked up the small man by the collar and started carrying him.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize it’d make you this big! I thought it’d just make you a little bit bigger!” Alex squirmed in the giant’s grasp.

Still, Rob didn’t say anything. He ducked under the doors and went into the empty locker room. He held Alex up against the wall. Then kissed him. Once the confusion disappeared, Alex was happy to reciprocate. Their tongues wrestled as Rob held Alex up against the wall.

Alex’s hands happily roamed around the unbelievably hard muscles of the hulking giant. He squeezed Rob’s pecs and traced the outlines of his hard muscles. All the while, Rob’s hands were quickly finding their way into Alex’s shorts. A finger popped into Alex’s asshole.

“Ahhhhh…” Alex moaned as he broke off from the kiss.

“You like that?” Rob moaned. His finger continued to wiggle around, tickling the other man’s insides. “Huh? You like making me into this big hulking monster?” Alex couldn’t respond. His mind was all over the place in a lustful haze. His little hands squeezed against Rob’s body for support before finally giving up.

Alex’s body jerked. A wet stain started to form in his underwear and bleed through to his shorts. He rested his head on the massive chest before him, taking in all of the other man’s musk.

Rob let out a frustrated grunt as he set Alex back down. The little guy continued to cling to him. His body rubbed up against the massive cock still straining Rob’s shorts. Alex took his own initiative as he lowered the hulking man’s shorts.

“At least no one can say you aren’t big enough…” he smirked as he used both his hands to properly jerk off his giant.