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Heavy is the Cock... - Part 1 (Preview)

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His life was ordinary but fulfilling. He had been married to Maddy for twelve years, and Arthur had loved every second of it. Their home was always active with their three sons: 12-year-old Asher, who was entering the rebellious stage of teenagers; 10-year-old Aaron, who was quiet and focused on his studies or in sketchbooks; and 8-year-old Adrian, who often ran from one corner of the house to the other, always getting in trouble but flashing a cute grin—inherited from his dad—to save himself from punishment.

The house was never quiet. They spent the mornings packing lunches, wrestling with mismatched socks, and rushing out the door in time for school drop-offs. Arthur would take the kids on his way to work, laughing as he listened to their backseat talks. Then, after a long day on site, he’d return home to Maddy’s cooking. They would then engage in the nightly routine of helping with homework, watching TV together, and tucking the boys into bed.

He had everything he wanted: a strong marriage, a good job, and children who loved him as much as he loved them. There were the usual struggles—bills, stress, the never-ending exhaustion that came with raising a family—but Arthur couldn’t be happier.

However, it only took one night to change everything. A few days after his 30th birthday, Arthur went out to have drinks with some old friends. It had been a long time since he let loose, letting the beer control him more than he should have. Hours later, he was in a dimly lit bar, emptying another can of beer, when a man caught his eye.

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Daily Dose of Magic - Part 1

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Blaine woke up to the gentle morning light entering through the windows of his dorm room. He stretched his arms high above his head, yawning and already thinking about the beginning of his first day of classes. He had been waiting for this moment for years, and now he had another reason to be excited about it, Bryon. The sound of his roommate’s deep breathing from the other side of the room drew Blaine’s attention. His gaze fell on Bryon, still soundly asleep, sprawled across his bed with the sheets aside.

Blaine’s eyes lingered on his roommate. Bryon was only wearing a pair of snug, dark boxer briefs that clung to his thick, muscular thighs and left little to the imagination. His bulge looked ready to burst, and the outline of his half-hard dick was visible through the fabric, making Blaine’s eyes open wide. Bryon’s perfectly sculpted body stretched across the bed, with one arm draped casually over his head, showing off his defined biceps, and the other arm lay relaxed over his abs. The morning light traced each line of his well-defined abs and muscular shoulders, casting faint shadows over the dips and curves of his torso. The scene was breathtaking, and Blaine didn’t even blink.

Bryon’s chest rose and fell steadily with each breath; his pectorals looked firm and thick, rising in gentle curves and hinting at the sheer strength beneath his skin. Blaine could see every detail—how Bryon’s chest muscles flexed slightly with each inhale and how his strong neck curved elegantly into broad shoulders that seemed to take up half the bed. Blaine had met some big guys in high school, football players, wrestlers, and a couple of amateur bodybuilders, but none were as big or hot as Bryon.

Blaine silently admired how Bryon’s muscular form sprawled across the bed, all the definition and raw strength on display. It was as if he were observing a statue carved from marble, perfect in every way. Blaine found himself chuckling softly, thinking back to the spell he had cast the day before. Blaine remembered the sound of the seams on Bryon’s pants fighting against his expanding butt. It was so hot that Blaine felt his dick stirring in his pants, and watching his muscular roommate like this filled him with a new spark of playful curiosity.

Blaine slipped out of bed, quietly moving. Bryon stirred for a moment but settled back, and his breathing steadied. Blaine approached, his eyes roaming over every inch of Bryon’s powerful form. He knew it was somewhat creepy, but he couldn’t help himself; his roommate was too hot to waste the chance to stare. As Blaine stood beside the bed, his gaze was drawn to Bryon’s chest, watching how it moved slowly and powerfully with each breath. Blaine’s mind wandered to his spellbook, which he’d tucked safely into a drawer the night before.

A sudden thought struck him. The idea thrilled him. Blaine tiptoed to his desk, pulled open the drawer, and slipped the spellbook out. He flipped through the pages until he found the spell he wanted—a growth charm that targeted the chest muscles. His heart beat faster, and he couldn’t help but grin as he mouthed the incantation, “Mór-Cliabhrach,” his voice a mere whisper.

His fingertips immediately glowed red, and he felt the tingling magic spreading from his hands. As he watched, Bryon’s pectorals slowly expanded, pushing upward with each breath, gaining mass with every passing second. Blaine’s eyes widened as Bryon’s chest inflated, each pec growing larger, fuller, and heavier. The expansion was subtle at first, but soon it became unmistakable. Bryon’s chest, already impressive, swelled to an almost unbelievable size, each pec looking as big as a basketball. The muscle stayed firm and taut, keeping the natural shape of his chest but amplifying it to massive proportions. Bryon’s nipples thickened, looking hard and engorged as they grew, adding to the striking display.

Bryon let out a faint, sleepy groan, still in the throes of sleep but beginning to feel the change. He shifted on the bed, his brow furrowing slightly, but he didn’t wake up. Blaine watched, captivated by the growth. Bryon’s chest was now so large that even the faintest movements caused the firm mounds to rise and fall noticeably, their sheer volume pulling slightly downward.

Blaine marveled at his handiwork, his excitement bubbling over as he wondered if he could leave the spell in place without being physically near. He carefully backed away, realizing that even as he turned his back, his fingertips continued to glow softly, and Bryon’s chest stayed as enormous as ever. Blaine quickly put the spellbook away and dashed into their small, private bathroom, unable to stop thinking about Bryon’s body. The excitement in his chest made his heart beat faster as he got ready, eager to see Bryon’s reaction later. However, Blaine decided he didn’t want to be there when his roommate woke up for Bryon not to get suspicious about his involvement in the growth.

After throwing on his clothes and slipping on a jacket to tuck his glowing hands into his pockets, Blaine grabbed his backpack, left the dorm, and headed toward his first class of the day: Human History 101. He arrived early, claiming a seat at the back of the lecture hall, his eyes flicking to the doorway every so often in anticipation of Bryon’s arrival. Blaine’s brain raced with images of his enormous-chested roommate and how Bryon might react. Part of him feared Bryon wouldn’t show up due to his enormous pecs, but he was hopeful.

The room filled with students, and the class began a while later. The professor was introducing himself when the door swung open. Bryon entered, his face flushed, his usually confident demeanor replaced by a look of embarrassment and confusion. He had thrown on an oversized blue hoodie that looked great on his body, but even the extra-large garment could barely contain the massive swell of his pecs. Each step Bryon took made his pecs slightly bounce and the fabric strain tightly around his chest, causing the hoodie to pull awkwardly over the rest of his torso. His thick nipples pressed visibly against the material, showcasing their firmness and thickness for anyone who dared to look.

A murmur rippled through the classroom as Bryon stepped in, his cheeks a deep shade of red. The professor raised his eyebrows, momentarily thrown off by the unusual sight but quickly regaining his composure. “Good morning. You must be...”

“Bryon Callahan,” he muttered, looking at the floor as he avoided the questioning looks from classmates and the professor.

“Well, Mr. Callahan, welcome to my class. Next time, try not to be late,” the professor said, visibly trying to maintain his professionalism as he nodded for Bryon to find a seat.

“I’m sorry. It won’t happen again,” Bryon responded and hurried to the back of the room to sit beside Blaine. The classmates stared at him while he moved through the rows of seats, his pecs blocking part of his view of where he was going.

Blaine suppressed a smirk, pretending to be paying attention to the professor as Bryon sat down, his oversized chest making it difficult for him to settle comfortably. His pecs jutted out so far that he had to lean slightly back to see his desk, and his thick nipples were visible under the hoodie, pushing the fabric outward. Bryon grunted as he tried to adjust his muscular body in his seat, his overinflated pecs adding stress to his movements.

“Is there something wrong?” Blaine asked innocently, peeking at Bryon with wide, curious eyes.

Bryon avoided Blaine’s gaze, his face still flushed as he muttered, “Don’t want to talk about it.”

As the professor resumed his lecture, Bryon tried to concentrate. But the size of his chest made it impossible to sit naturally. Each time he moved, the weight of his pectorals made his hoodie shift awkwardly, drawing subtle but fascinated glances from classmates around them. Bryon shifted uncomfortably, clearly struggling with the unfamiliar mass. When he attempted to take notes, he found that his enormous chest blocked his view of the desk, forcing him to sit back awkwardly to glance at his paper.

Blaine tried his best to contain his excitement, his eyes flicking back to Bryon every so often. His glowing fingers stayed tucked safely in his jacket pockets. But he was practically buzzing with excitement, watching as Bryon wrestled with the unintended consequences of his magically enhanced chest. The situation was almost comical—the way Bryon, typically so self-assured and confident about his big body, was visibly flustered, struggling to ignore the massive size of his chest.

Each time Bryon tried to adjust himself or glance around, his massive pecs jutted out further, seeming even more absurdly large among the rest of his muscular frame. Despite his best efforts, his classmates were clearly distracted, some openly staring before quickly looking away. The professor continued his lecture, but Blaine could see the occasional, subtle glance he cast at Bryon, undoubtedly wondering what on earth had led to Bryon looking like this.

Blaine tried to look sympathetic, but he could barely hide his grin. Bryon shot him a glare but said nothing, shifting yet again as he tried to find a position to take notes without his pecs getting in the way. As Blaine focused his eyes on the professor as long as possible to pretend to be listening, he couldn’t help but marvel at the success of his spell. Watching Bryon’s frustration play out before him was beyond entertaining.

As the lecture wrapped up a while later, Blaine gathered his things quickly, casting glances at Bryon, who was visibly struggling to reach his notebook and pen over the towering expanse of his chest. Each time he leaned forward, his enormous pecs blocked his view or even bumped against his own desk, forcing him to maneuver awkwardly, shifting his body left and right in an attempt to reach his things. This movement made his pecs jostle around, bouncing hypnotically while his hoodie pulled tightly across his chest, the seams straining each time he moved.

One by one, their classmates began filing out of the room, many sneaking curious glances at Bryon’s massive chest on their way out. A few eyebrows raised in surprise; others stared outright, mouths agape. Blaine suppressed a grin, finding Bryon’s predicament fascinating and funny. He never expected his spell to bring such fun to his day. He waited by Bryon’s chair as the classroom emptied, watching his struggles with patient excitement.

Once they were alone, Blaine finally broke the silence, unable to hide his interest as he asked, “What happened to your... chest?”

Bryon sighed heavily, his gaze dropping to his pecs with a look of bewilderment. “Man, I don’t even know. I woke up like this, and I freaked out,” he replied, his voice low and a bit embarrassed. “At first, I thought it was an allergic reaction or... I don’t know, something crazy. But nothing hurt. I felt stronger instead. I actually feel powerful. I’m sorry, it’s hard to explain. So, I had to make it to class, so I just threw on the biggest hoodie I could find, and here we are.”

Blaine nodded, his face calm and kind, though he could barely mask the excitement flickering in his gaze. “Sounds rough,” he murmured, his fingers still in his pocket to hide the red glow. “So, how do you feel?”

Bryon’s cheeks flushed. “Honestly? It’s been weird. I could barely touch my chest when I showered because everything was so sensitive. And putting on the hoodie was so difficult.” He scratched the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable talking about it but too flustered to hold back. “Especially… you know, the… nipples,” he added, his voice dropping to a whisper as if even mentioning it was too much.

Blaine bit back a smile, fighting the temptation to reach out and touch Bryon’s massive pecs, though he knew that would be too much, too soon. “You actually look pretty good with that extra mass,” he said instead.

Bryon’s blush deepened, but he chuckled, looking slightly more relaxed. “Yeah, you think so?” he asked, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. His stress seemed to ease, and he stood straighter, his chest puffing out slightly as if testing how he looked with the new size.

“Definitely,” Blaine nodded, his grin widening as he watched Bryon’s confidence grow, his posture adjusting to the unexpected attention. “I like it,” he added, and they headed outside, with Bryon walking prouder.

As they made their way to the dining area outside, Blaine stayed close by Bryon’s side, smiling at him every time they passed a curious onlooker. Gradually, Bryon’s initial embarrassment faded, and he began to walk more confidently, his oversized chest looking more prominent as he moved with pride. Blaine could see people’s heads turning in surprise, whispers, and gasps following them. But he continued telling Bryon that he looked fantastic, strengthening his friend’s confidence.

When they finally sat down for lunch, Blaine realized he couldn’t risk taking his hands out of his pockets—the glow from the spell was still faintly visible. He didn’t want to raise any suspicion, so he tried to play it cool. “Actually, I’m not that hungry. I think I’ll watch you eat.”

Bryon raised an eyebrow but shrugged, taking a massive bite of his burger. Each movement brought more challenges as he wrestled with his enormous chest, trying to angle his arms around his pecs to bring the food to his mouth. Blaine watched, captivated, as Bryon’s muscles shifted with each movement, his hoodie stretching over the massive chest. The scene was hypnotic, and the world disappeared for Blaine; he only had eyes from Bryon’s pecs.

After a few minutes, Bryon sighed and tugged at his collar. “It’s so hot in here. I don’t know if it’s the hoodie or just me.” He said, reaching for the hem of his hoodie and attempting to pull it over his head. Blaine watched with bated breath as Bryon struggled, his chest straining against the fabric, making the fabric stretch awkwardly as he lifted his arms. The hoodie got momentarily caught on his pecs, the fabric taut and unwilling to cooperate, but with a final yank, he managed to free himself from the hoodie as his pecs bounced.

Blaine’s mouth dropped open. Bryon wore a white T-shirt underneath his hoodie, so tightly stretched over his chest that it was nearly transparent, every curve and bulge of his pecs visible through the thin fabric. His thick nipples pressed clearly against the shirt, visible to anyone looking. Blaine felt his heart race, almost as if he were witnessing something unreal. A kinky part of him wanted to jump across the table and get his hands on Bryon’s nipples, but he controlled himself, at least for now.

Bryon noticed Blaine’s reaction and blushed, his hands instinctively moving up to cover his nipples. “Is... is it that bad?” he asked, his embarrassment returning.

Blaine quickly shook his head. “No! You look incredible. It suits you. I’m just overwhelmed by how good you look,” he said, warmly smiling.

Bryon’s cheeks flushed deeper, but he smiled back, visibly more at ease. He took another bite of his burger, and then, to Blaine’s surprise, he offered him a bite, holding it up in front of him. Blaine leaned forward, hands still firmly in his pockets, and took a bite, their eyes locking for a moment. A warm, shared smile passed between them, and Blaine could sense that Bryon was starting to enjoy himself a bit more despite his struggles.

But just as Bryon set the burger down, his massive chest accidentally knocked over his glass of soda, spilling it all over his front. The cold liquid seeped into the thin T-shirt, making it even more transparent. Bryon’s face turned a deep shade of red as he fumbled to grab his hoodie and threw it back on in a hurry, his cheeks flaming as he muttered, “I... I should’ve been more careful,” he said as he fought to stretch the hoodie over his massive chest.

Blaine chuckled. “It’s fine, trust me. You look great,” he said, trying to comfort his friend, and Bryon managed a smile, looking a little less self-conscious as they gathered their things to head to their next class.

The rest of the day continued with a series of challenges for Bryon. Each time he tried to sit comfortably in class, he had to lean back awkwardly to accommodate his oversized chest, which often meant having to angle himself oddly to get his notebook on his desk. Blaine noticed more than a few students trying—and failing—to suppress giggles or looks of sheer surprise. One professor paused mid-lecture, briefly raising an eyebrow at Bryon’s enormous chest before continuing, evidently as thrown off by the sight as anyone.

When Bryon had to squeeze through a row of desks to reach his seat in a particularly crowded room, his pecs brushed against the backs of people’s heads, drawing more than a few startled looks from classmates who were caught off guard by the unexpected contact. Bryon muttered apologies, trying to keep his composure, but Blaine could see the hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Bryon was becoming more comfortable with his enormous chest, his pride fueled by Blaine’s words of encouragement.

As the day wore on, Bryon’s posture improved, his shoulders back and head held high, his pride and confidence amplifying the powerful confidence he radiated. After a long day of classes, the two friends headed back to their dorm room, Bryon visibly exhausted. Blaine walked beside him, secretly beginning to let the spell fade, his fingers tingling slightly as the magic gradually wore off. Bryon’s massive chest slowly deflated, each step bringing him closer to his original size. By the time they reached their dorm, Bryon looked down in confusion, his hoodie noticeably looser and his chest back to normal.

Bryon removed his hoodie and T-shirt, throwing them onto his bed with a groan. “Ugh, man, I have no idea what the hell was that, but my chest feels sore, and my back is killing me from lugging it around all day,” he muttered, rubbing his shoulders with a look of relief.

Blaine grinned, leaning against his own bed. “Hey, at least you looked good doing it.”

Bryon laughed, his smile widening. “Well… thanks, I guess,” he said, stretching his arms, finally able to relax.

As Bryon settled down, Blaine couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement for the day’s success. His mind was already swirling with ideas for the following day, each one wilder than the last as he watched his unsuspecting roommate take the rest of his clothes off, blissfully unaware of the magic that had altered his day and the plans Blaine had for him.

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Pool Boys - Part 4

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Xander and Paul stood side by side, their massive bodies looming over the quiet yard as they grinned at each other, still processing the bizarre transformation that had taken them both by surprise. They were only beginning to adjust to their new sizes, marveling at the sheer power in their limbs, when a sudden shout broke the silence.

“WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU TWO?!”

Both massive guys turned around simultaneously to see Justin standing at the house’s doorway, his jaw practically on the floor. His eyes were wide with shock, his face pale as he processed the sight of his two enormous friends, who looked like overinflated superheroes taken out of a comic book. Except that Justin and Paul were naked, showing off every single detail of their magnificent bodies.

Justin looked absolutely stunning despite his terror, even though he had just woken up. He was only wearing his Hulk-themed pajama pants, the green fabric hugging his toned legs in all the right places. The Hulk logo stretched tightly across his thigh, ironically fitting given the scene before him. The pants sat low on his hips, snug against his firm thighs and muscular calves, and clung perfectly to his well-sculpted physique. His above-average bulge showcased the outline of his huge dick and bull balls. His abs were on full display, the lines of his six-pack standing out even as his chest heaved in disbelief. His messy hair fell over his forehead, and the startled, wide-eyed look on his face only added to his overall appeal, even though he was petrified.

Xander and Paul exchanged a glance, their devilish grins widening as they slowly turned to face their friend. Justin’s eyes darted between them, his shock and confusion only deepening as his two friends approached him, their massive forms moving surprisingly gracefully considering their massiveness. Justin was shocked, but he felt his dick stirring in his pants, and due to its size, Xander and Paul noticed how excited he was.

“W-what the hell happened to you guys?” Justin stammered, his voice trembling as he stepped forward, unable to tear his eyes away from their gigantic physiques. “You look like... like freaking superheroes or something! No, no. Not even superheroes are this big.”

Xander’s grin grew even broader, his enormous chest puffing out proudly as he walked closer. “Oh, you know,” he said, with a teasing tone, flexing his arms slightly, making his biceps bulge even more. “Just a little morning swim in the pool. No big deal.”

Paul chuckled, his enormous ass bouncing as he took a step forward, his thighs tightly pushing against each other with their new mass. “Yeah, we got a little shock, though. Nothing we couldn’t handle.”

Justin’s eyes flicked between the two, disbelief evident all over his face as he took a few hesitant steps forward. His fingers twitched at his sides as if he couldn’t resist the urge to reach out and touch the impossible muscles before him. His excitement was palpable despite his obvious shock and confusion. His dick stirred in his pants again, and even though it made him feel tight around his crotch, he couldn’t think of anything else but his friends’ enormous bodies.

As he came closer, his hand slowly lifted, trembling slightly before finally coming in contact with Paul’s massive chest. “Holy crap,” Justin whispered, his voice filled with awe as his hand pressed against Paul’s pecs. They were impossibly hard, like solid stone beneath his fingertips, but warm, pulsing with life. Justin’s hand moved slowly, tracing the contours of the massive muscle, his eyes wide in amazement.

Paul let out a low chuckle, his pecs twitching slightly under Justin’s touch. “Feels great, doesn’t it?”

Justin nodded, unable to speak as his hand moved to Xander’s even larger pecs. His palm barely covered a tiny part of Xander’s enormous pectorals, which jutted out so far that they obstructed part of Xander’s view. Justin’s hand slid over the bulging muscle, his fingers pressing into the firm, warm flesh. “How... how is this even possible?” Justin muttered, his eyes darting from one friend to the other.

Paul shrugged, a cocky grin spreading across his face. “It’s the pool. There was this red lightning that hit us both. Next thing we know...” He gestured to his massive body, his biceps flexing as he spoke. “We turned into this.”

Justin, however, was too distracted admiring their bodies to focus on understanding the explanation. He stepped backward, scanning their bodies with a stunned expression. “You’re both so huge,” he said, his dick clearly hardening and looking massive in his pants.

Xander grinned, clearly enjoying Justin’s excitement at their transformation. “You should see Paul’s butt,” Xander said, a playful tone in his voice as he pointed to Paul’s enormous backside. “It’s ridiculous.”

Justin’s eyes widened even more as he walked around his friends and saw Paul’s rear, which stuck out like two massive beach balls. “No way…” Justin whispered, stepping behind Paul and reaching out, unable to resist squeezing one of Paul’s enormous ass cheeks. “These are... insane!” he exclaimed, sounding excited.

Paul smirked, clearly proud of the attention. “Yeah, they’re a little... extra,” he said with a chuckle.

Xander joined in, flexing his chest again, also enjoying the admiration. “And check out these pecs. I can barely see past them.”

Justin nodded, still in awe, his hands moving between Xander and Paul’s bodies, caressing the massive muscles as he continued asking questions. “Does it hurt? How does it feel to be this huge?”

Before either of them could respond, Paul and Xander exchanged a knowing look. They each grabbed one of Justin’s hands, pulling him gently toward the pool.

“Come see for yourself,” Xander said with a grin.

“We only want you to see how this all happened. No big deal, okay?” Paul added, trying to calm Justin down, but deep down, he was eager to push Justin close enough to the pool to see what would happen.

Justin briefly hesitated, his eyes flicking between his friends and the glowing pool. The water shimmered with a red hue, casting an eerie light over the yard. “Wait... are you guys serious? Yeah, the pool is red, but that’s easy to achieve with LED lights or something,” he said in disbelief, but his voice expressed excitement.

Paul chuckled, his strong hand still gripping Justin’s wrist. “Just take a look. It’s safe,” he said, his grin widening. “But we’ll stay back.”

Despite the warnings in the back of his mind, Justin found himself being drawn toward the pool. His eyes were locked on the glowing water, entranced by the shimmering light. It was as if the pool was calling to him, pulling him closer, and he couldn’t resist.

“Remember, just take a look. Don’t get that close,” Xander said, a hint of warning in his voice. But there was an underlying excitement, a desire for Justin to experience the same incredible transformation they had.

Paul also looked concerned but eager as Justin moved closer to the pool. Justin stepped closer, only a few feet from the edge now, his eyes wide and unblinking as the pool’s glow intensified. A strange hum filled the air, and before he could even process the whole scene, a bolt of red electricity shot out from the pool.

The jolt of electricity struck Justin directly in his crotch, sending a shockwave of energy coursing through his body. “AHHHH!” Justin screamed, the high-voltage charge overwhelming him as he fell to the ground on his hands and knees. The shock was so intense that his muscles seized up, his body convulsing as the electricity surged through him. His pajama pants clung tightly to his quivering thighs, his entire body shaking with the force of the strike. Meanwhile, Paul and Xander watched with wide-eyed excitement.

“Hang in there, Justin!” Paul shouted though a grin was already spreading across his face. They both knew what was coming next.

Justin’s body convulsed violently, every muscle tensing as if they were being compressed and stretched at the same time. His hands gripped the ground, his knuckles white as he struggled to endure the pain. “It… it burns!” Justin gasped, his voice strained as the electricity continued to course through him.

And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the electricity stopped. Justin collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily, his body still trembling as steam rose from his skin. For a few seconds, everything was still. Xander and Paul exchanged another knowing look before approaching Justin, both grinning as they kneeled beside him.

“Justin?” Xander said softly, concerned and excited. “You okay?”

Justin got on his knees, his chest rising and falling in sharp, quick breaths as steam gently lifted off his skin. He was soaked in sweat, his body slightly trembling as he tried to process what had just happened. His hands pressed against the cool floor beneath him, and the only sound filling the air was his labored panting and the faint crackling of energy dissipating from the pool. He was still catching his breath, his chest heaving as he slowly lifted his head to look at them. “What the hell just happened?” he panted, his voice shaky.

Before either of them could respond, Justin suddenly froze, his face contorting as a strange sensation began creeping through his body. He could feel an undeniable tightness in his muscles, like a coiling spring ready to snap. His heart beat faster, his breaths coming quicker now. “What... what is happening?!” He said, panic edging in.

Paul leaned closer, resting a hand on Justin’s shoulder. “Hey, hey, calm down. Don’t freak out. It’s going to be intense, but trust me, it’s worth it,” Paul said, his voice steady to help Justin stay calm.

Justin’s eyes widened as the tension in his muscles intensified. His body felt like it was on fire, an intense heat building deep within him. His skin began to flush, his entire frame tingling with electricity. He arched his back suddenly, groaning loudly as a wave of unbearable heat and pressure radiated through him. “I-I can’t... it burns!” Justin grunted, his face twisted with discomfort as he clenched his fists, trying to ride through the intense sensation.

Xander chuckled softly, also resting a hand on Justin’s shoulders to express his support. “Yeah, it burns at first, but trust me,” he said firmly but playfully, “it’s all worth it.”

Justin groaned again, his back arching even more as his entire body tensed. Then, all at once, it began. His muscles surged. Every fiber of his being began to grow, swell, and expand. The sensation of his skin stretching to accommodate his increasing mass was overwhelming, but the strange mix of pain and power coursing through him left him breathless.

He could feel it in his arms first. His biceps and triceps bulged out, thickening rapidly with each passing second. The veins in his arms pushed to the surface, bulging enormously as the muscles beneath them expanded. His once-defined, powerful arms swelled into massive slabs of muscle, forcing his fists to clench tighter against the ground as they grew heavier and heavier. His forearms ballooned, thick and powerful, until they resembled cannons, twitching and bulging with every flex.

Justin stared down at his arms in disbelief, eyes wide, barely comprehending what was happening. “Holy crap... I’m-I’m getting so big!” He groaned, his voice strained as his shoulders started to broaden, pushing outward with startling force. His deltoids surged, rounding out to the size of bowling balls. Then, his torso began to follow suit. His pecs swelled larger and larger, pushing his chest out so far and getting so heavy that they pulled him forward.

Xander and Paul watched in awe, their eyes wide, completely entranced by the transformation. “Look at him,” Xander whispered, barely able to contain his excitement as Justin’s muscles grew thicker and more defined by the second. “He’s growing faster than you did.”

Paul nodded, his eyes glued to Justin’s massive chest as it expanded, the skin stretched taut over the growing mass of his pectoral muscle. “Maybe he’ll get bigger than us,” Paul whispered.

But it wasn’t just Justin’s upper body that was swelling with power. His legs were thickening rapidly. His thighs ballooned outward, the muscles bulging with every slight shift of his legs, pressing hard against the fabric of his Hulk-themed pajama pants. His quadriceps flared out in monstrous proportions, stretching the pants so tightly that they groaned under the strain. He didn’t comprehend the true extent of his growth, but he felt cramped in his pants already, so deep down, he longed to just burst out of them.

With a loud RIP, the pajama pants could take no more. They tore apart, starting from the seams around Justin’s legs, the fabric shredding as his lower body swelled past the point of containment. His muscular thighs and ass were now fully exposed since he wasn’t wearing any underwear. The remains of his pajamas fell away in tatters, leaving him clad in nothing but the pajama’s waistband.

But perhaps the most astounding part of Justin’s transformation was his cock and balls. Even as the rest of his body surged in size, his cock seemed to grow disproportionately. It began as a slight tightness, an uncomfortable tension around his crotch that caused Justin to grunt softly, shifting his weight as he tried to make sense of the sensation. But then, as if something deep within him had been unleashed, the growth accelerated. His cock and balls began to push outward with a force that defied reason.

“Whoa, what the hell?” Justin muttered, his voice trembling with shock and awe. His hand instinctively moved down to his cock, as if trying to confirm what he was feeling. But the growth was relentless, unstoppable. His cock continued lengthening and thickening with every passing second. His cock was hard as it expanded with alarming speed, extending forward and reaching the floor as his balls grew fuller and heavier, defying all logic. The sight was so overwhelming that Xander and Paul exchanged stunned, almost disbelieving looks.

“Wow!” Paul muttered, his jaw hanging open as his gaze locked onto Justin’s ever-growing cock and balls. “That’s... huge,” he said in marvel because the sheer size of Justin’s genitals was overwhelming—out of proportion with the rest of his body, which was already massive.

“I know,” Justin said with a shaky voice. “It’s… it’s huge,” he added, feeling the heaviness between his legs as his balls rested on the ground and continued to swell.

“Dude, you already got the biggest cock on Earth, and now this... Wow!” Paul said, marveling at Justin’s massive fuck tool that was still expanding. “That’s… that’s beyond huge, man.”

Justin, still groaning in pain but now with a mixture of amazement and disbelief, couldn’t even respond. He was lost in the sensation of his body transforming, feeling the overwhelming weight of his new bulk as it settled into place. His entire frame was enormous, thicker, and broader than Paul and Xander.

Justin gasped as the transformation finally came to an end. He was left panting heavily, still on his knees, his massive form casting a shadow over the yard. The pain subsided, leaving only the sensation of immense power coursing through his veins.

“Justin… dude… You’re huge,” Xander said in awe as he carefully inspected Justin’s new form. Paul was right beside him, both of them now dwarfed by Justin’s monstrous size.

“Man, you’re bigger than us. A lot bigger,” Paul whispered, running his hand over Justin’s massive deltoids. “You easily outweigh us by 200 pounds.”

With great effort, Xander and Paul helped Justin to his feet, their hands gripping his enormous forearms as they slowly lifted him. Justin struggled with his new size, his muscles clumsy and unfamiliar. His movements were stiff, and he slightly stumbled as he tried to stand upright, his enormous muscles restricting his range of motion.

Every inch of him was now covered in thick, massive muscle. His traps rose high around his neck, his shoulders broad and round like cannonballs. His chest was so massive that it completely obscured his view of the ground. His arms hung heavily at his sides, like tree trunks filled with strength. His legs were nearly three times as thick as before, bulging with layers of muscle that slightly quivered as he shifted. His massive butt was almost as big as Paul’s, but what he carried at the front drew most of the attention.

Justin’s enormous cock was hard, reaching far above his head with its 4-foot-long massiveness. It was thicker than one of Justin’s massive biceps, with thick veins adorning the entire shaft. His balls hung low, almost to the ground like a pair of beach balls, overfilled with countless gallons of cum that soundly sloshed as Justin struggled to adjust his stance. Finding balance was a challenge with all the new mass, and his enormous genitals didn’t help.

“Whoa, this is... insane,” Justin muttered, his voice filled with awe as he flexed his arms experimentally, feeling the incredible power in his biceps. His chest heaved, rising and falling like mountains as he breathed heavily, still trying to process the transformation. His massive cock throbbed hard, expressing his excitement and arousal about his new body.

Xander and Paul stood in front of him, both of them staring up at Justin in absolute astonishment. Their own above-average cocks were hard now, throbbing as they marveled at Justin’s gigantic size. The three of them stood there for a moment, their eyes locked on each other, taking in the sheer enormity of their bodies.

“You’re massive, man,” Xander said with a grin, reaching for Justin’s cock to caress it.

“Beyond massive. Damn,” Paul added, approaching and reaching for Justin’s balls to feel their fullness and heaviness.

Justin looked down at his friends, a slow, incredulous smile spreading across his face. “We’re all massive,” he said in disbelief and pride.

They couldn’t help but laugh, their grins wide as they took in the sight of each other; their once-normal bodies now transformed into towering hulks of muscle. Xander continued lovingly caressing Justin’s cock while Paul grinned and teased the enormous balls. Justin slowly lifted his arms in response, moving one hand to Paul’s gigantic butt and the other hand to Xander’s massive pecs. They were so entranced in their intimate moment that they didn’t notice the pool glowing brighter again and red electricity crackling above the surface.

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Big Enough for Two? - Part 3 (Preview)

Parker didn’t get to see either Tim or Luca for about two days because they were busy with school and work—assignments, late shifts, back-to-back meetings, and deadlines. But somehow, not a single hour passed without a message from one of them popping up on Parker’s phone. He smiled whenever he saw the notifications, emojis that ranged from fire to peach to muscle arms, and texts begging for photos.

“C’mon. Flex those pecs for me. You know I miss them 😍.” Tim’s message said.

“I bet that big butt of yours misses my hands. 🤭 Prove me wrong.” Luca texted.

Parker, being the cocky and proud muscle god he was, couldn’t resist. He started modestly with a mirror selfie in only his sweatpants, showcasing the deep shadows of the V of his hips under the light.

But as the requests kept coming, the photos escalated. Parker sent Tim one that showed him standing at the edge of his bed, shirtless, flexing his arms as he turned his torso only enough for the light to hit the ridges of his chest and abs, showcasing how much his pecs jutted out impossibly thick. Then he sent Luca a photo of him facing away from the mirror, with the sweatpants hanging dangerously low, his ass slightly arched to show off its round fullness as he looked over his shoulder with a devilish smirk.

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“What? You’ve never seen a snow beast before? 😏 Come take a look! No filters—just me, my pump, and the power of pure genetics 💪🏽🧬. Hope y’all brought your winter gear🌨️🧣. I don't need it though, everything you see is all-natural, baby. Bulk heated up to the max.👑”

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"People keep asking if I'm done growing," Joan says, leaning forward to see over his mountainous pecs, making them press together even more, to flip the burger. "Pfft. I'm just getting started. This is only a snack. I gotta eat big to get bigger. Wait 'til you see me by dinner."

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Coach's Champions - Part 2 (Preview)

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Coach Colin took a step forward, and the recruits instinctively tensed. Each step the big man took emphasized how massive he truly was. As he walked past the line of young men, his pecs bounced with every motion, casting shadows over his belly that only made them look more immense. He moved slowly, circling the recruits, inspecting their assets.

His broad back was like a moving wall, his lats flaring so wide that it was hard to see past him. Every single inch of his body bulged magnificently. Coach Colin was a living titan among men. His gaze swept up and down, taking in every detail—from posture and build to how snugly each singlet clung to their forms. The recruits swallowed hard, trying their best to stand tall and suppress their physical reactions to the coach’s intimidating size.

Colin came to a stop in front of Jason. The 6’4” tall recruit tried to look up and meet his coach’s eyes, but his gaze kept darting downward, overwhelmed by the volume of Colin’s chest now only inches from his face. Up close, the pecs looked even larger, like two boulders of muscle jutting out from the coach’s torso. The nipples looked inviting and engorged for reasons Jason ignored. It was too much for the young man.

The coach smirked. “Eyes up here, Jason,” he said with a chuckle before lifting one massive hand and giving Jason’s pecs a playful pat. The sound echoed through the room, and Jason winced, despite the gentleness of the touch. Then, Coach Colin brought both of his enormous hands to Jason’s chest, spreading his thick fingers across each pec.

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“I can’t scratch my own back. I can’t reach the top of my head. I’ve outgrown half the gym equipment. I’m one protein shake away from needing a forklift to change shirts. And honestly? I still want more. Bigger, wider, heavier. I won’t stop until motion is a memory!”

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Pool Boys - Part 3: Paul

[Story Collection] | [Part 2] [●] [Part 4🔵]

Xander was still running his hands over his massive new frame, marveling at the sheer size of his muscles and trying to process the enormity of his pecs because he couldn’t see much past them. His fingers traced over the grooves in his abdomen, and he flexed his biceps, watching them bulge to impossible proportions, the sight still feeling unreal to him. Xander couldn’t stop smiling despite the confusion and terror the whole episode left in his mind. He was still processing the results of his transformation. But he felt a deep, primal satisfaction in his muscular and powerful frame.

But as Xander continued to admire his body, a faint sound broke through the silence. Footsteps. Someone was approaching, and before he could turn around, the pool began to glow intensely once more, the same red light as before, signaling that something else was about to happen. Xander turned around toward the house as fast as his massive weight allowed him, his enormous pecs bouncing from the sudden movement, and saw Paul stepping out of the house.

Paul was rubbing his eyes, having just woken up, but even in his groggy state, he looked stunning. His messy hair made him look cute. He was still shirtless, only his pajama pants covering his lower half. His perfectly sculpted, broad chest caught the sunlight, making the muscles look full even so early in the morning. His Captain America pajama pants hugged his hips, muscular thighs, and massive bubble butt so nicely that Xander couldn’t help but gasp. The pajama pants were a little too tight on him, something that Xander loved about Paul’s wardrobe, the fabric straining to contain Paul’s round butt and thick thighs.

“Xa–Xander?” Paul said, his voice groggy at first, but as his eyes adjusted to the sight before him, they widened in disbelief. His face turned pale, his mouth falling as he stared at the Hulk before his eyes, with Xander’s face on it. “What the hell happened to you?!”

Xander smiled, still overwhelmed by the situation but loving Paul’s reaction. “Paul, I—uh, I really don’t know, man. I don’t know how to explain this,” he said, his voice now sounding deeper as he looked down, only to see the expanse of his pec shelf before him.

Paul blinked repeatedly, still frozen, as he stared at Xander in shock. His eyes inspected the massive body in detail, up and down, unable to comprehend how much bigger Xander had become. “You’re—You’re huge! Freaking HUGE!” he finally exclaimed, stepping closer without even realizing it. His gaze fixated on Xander’s pecs, which jutted out so far that they blocked his view of the rest of Xander’s torso. The sheer size of them was mind-blowing, and Paul couldn’t help but feel awe and excitement bubbling up inside him.

“Yeah, I kind of noticed,” Xander chuckled, playfully flexing one of his massive arms and popping his pecs, making Paul gasp at the magnificent movement. “It’s a lot to take in.”

“Fuck yes! I can tell. Fucking awesome!” Paul exclaimed as he approached, still in a daze, and then he noticed the pool glowing behind Xander. “Why is the pool red? Does it have something to do with you getting this big?” How did this even happen? You grew like The Hulk?”

Xander shrugged, his massive deltoids flexing and relaxing as he tried to explain. “I don’t know, man. I was walking around, about to stretch, and then this weird lightning came out of the pool and hit me in the chest. My whole body started feeling tighter, and the next thing I knew, I was this big.” He gestured down at his colossal frame, his pecs slightly bouncing as he did. “It was like the pool shot some growth energy into me.”

Paul nodded, but he wasn’t really listening. His eyes locked on Xander’s body, his thoughts racing as he tried to process what was in front of him. Xander was no longer the athletic, muscular guy Paul had known. He was a mountain of muscle, each inch of his body impossibly thick and defined. Paul felt his breath hitch as he stepped even closer, his hands itching to touch Xander’s massive chest as he felt his dick softly stirring in his pajama pants. “How does it feel?” Paul asked, his voice low, almost as if he were in a trance. “How does it feel to be... this huge?”

Xander, noticing the look in Paul’s eyes, grinned. “It feels... awesome. I feel powerful. Like I could conquer the world,” he said, striking a double bicep pose to showcase his enormity to tease a clearly excited Paul.

Without thinking, Paul began to circle around Xander, his eyes roaming over every inch of his friend’s body. He slowly walked, taking in the sight of Xander’s massive shoulders and how his lats flared out, giving him a V-shaped torso that seemed unreal. “Fuck! You’re massive,” Paul whispered under his breath, not even realizing he had said it out loud. “This is insane.”

Xander chuckled, enjoying the attention. “Yeah, I don’t think my old clothes are going to fit anymore.”

“Man, you won’t fit through regular doors. No fucking way you’ll get into your old T-shirts. And where the-” Paul said aloud, still not really thinking his words before they escaped his mouth. “Where the hell are your pants?” he exclaimed but immediately noticed the shreds and rags of Xander’s pajama pants on the floor. Paul briefly stared at Xander’s crotch, now looking fuller than before.

“Well, they... they...” Xander tried to look down to find his ruined pants on the floor, but his pecs didn’t allow him to see much.

“You burst out of your pants?” Paul said, his voice high with surprise and excitement as he stepped in front of Xander again.

Paul’s eyes were wide open, and his dick was half-hard in his pants. With each passing second, his lust for his friend’s new body was taking more over him, blurring his thoughts. He had never felt drawn to Xander’s physique in that way because they were only best friends, but now he couldn’t help but feel lust and desire over him; the enormous body was too much to ignore.

Paul’s hand lifted almost instinctively, reaching toward Xander’s enormous chest. He hesitated for a second, but the temptation was too much. Slowly, he placed his hand on Xander’s pecs, his fingers trembling as they made contact with the dense, solid muscle. “Fuck,” Paul breathed, his hand moving gently over the massive slabs of muscle. “They’re so big... and so firm.”

Xander’s smile widened as he enjoyed Paul’s admiration and touch. “Yeah, they’re pretty hard to miss,” he said with a laugh, flexing his pecs slightly, causing them to swell under Paul’s hand. Paul’s fingers squeezed the muscle gently, marveling at the sheer size and strength beneath his touch.

“Fuck,” Paul whispered for the millionth time, his eyes wide as he continued to caress Xander’s chest. “This feels fantastic.”

As Paul continued his inspection, his hand slid down Xander’s chest and around to his back. He traced his fingers along the thick ridges of Xander’s traps, then down to his lats, feeling the massive expanse of muscle on his friend’s back. “You’re like a brick wall,” Paul murmured, his voice full of awe as he admired how Xander’s muscles shifted under his touch.

Paul took a few steps backward to get a better look, still entranced by Xander’s new body. His eyes roamed up and down, taking in the full extent of Xander’s transformation. He was so caught up in his admiration that he didn’t notice how close he was getting to the glowing pool. The water’s light began to pulse brighter, and Xander’s smile quickly faded as he realized the danger.

“Paul, get away from the pool!” Xander shouted, his voice full of panic. But it was too late.

Before Paul could react, a red jolt of electricity shot out from the pool, crackling through the air with a sharp, sizzling sound. The bolt struck Paul squarely on his butt, sending a shockwave of electricity coursing through his body. Paul’s eyes widened in shock, his mouth opening in a silent scream as the electricity hit him like a freight train. His entire body tensed up, his muscles locking in place as the high-voltage charge surged through him.

The pain was unlike anything Paul had ever felt before. It was as if every nerve in his body was set on fire, the electricity coursing through his muscles and bones. He collapsed to the ground, his knees hitting the cold tiles with a dull thud, his hands splayed out in front of him as he tried to steady himself.

Xander watched in horror as Paul writhed in pain, the red electricity crackling around him. “Paul!” he yelled, rushing forward but stopping a few feet from the pool, afraid of getting too close to the water’s strange energy. His massive chest heaved as he stood helplessly, unable to do anything but watch.

Paul’s body convulsed, his muscles twitching uncontrollably as the electricity continued to course through him. His pajama pants, already tight, clung to his body as his muscles spasmed with each pulse of the charge. The high-voltage current surged through his entire form, and for a few agonizing seconds, it seemed as though the electricity would tear him apart from the inside out. But then, just as suddenly as it had started, the pain stopped.

Paul’s body went limp, collapsing entirely on the floor with a gasp. Steam rose from his skin as the last remnants of electricity dissipated. He was breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath, but he was alive. Unharmed.

Xander rushed over to Paul’s side. “Paul! Are you okay?” he asked as he slowly knelt down beside his friend, his gaze flickering over Paul, expecting what was about to happen.

Paul didn’t answer right away. He was still catching his breath, his body trembling slightly from the aftereffects of the shock. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Paul moved weakly. “I-I think so,” he whispered, struggling to push himself up onto his hands and knees, succeeding with Xander’s help. “What the hell was that?” he asked.

Paul’s chest heaved with each breath, his skin tingling from the residual energy as if tiny sparks were still dancing across his skin. He looked down at his trembling hands in disbelief, surprised he had survived such an intense shock. Every muscle in his body felt tight like they had been pushed to their limits and beyond. Xander knelt beside him, his strong hand resting on Paul’s shoulder, his brow furrowed in concern. But he couldn’t hide the look of knowing anticipation in his eyes.

“That’s what I was talking about... the pool, the red lightning,” Xander explained as Paul panted, still struggling to catch his breath.

“I can’t believe I’m still—” He stopped abruptly, his words caught in his throat as a strange, unfamiliar sensation washed over him. His muscles, which had felt tight before, suddenly tensed up even more. A low groan escaped his lips, his eyes widening in confusion as the sensation grew stronger. “X-Xander, something’s happening,” Paul muttered, his voice strained as his body began to feel warmer, as if heat radiated from deep within his muscles.

Xander’s expression shifted; his concern was evident, but he was also excited to see the result of Paul’s growth. “Paul, listen. Calm down,” he said firmly, his hand gripping Paul’s shoulder a bit tighter. “I think I know what’s happening. It’s the same thing that got me this big. Don’t freak out, okay? Breathe.”

But Paul could barely hear Xander’s words. The heat inside him grew more intense, spreading from his core to every muscle and every limb. It was like his whole body was on fire, but not in a painful way—more like a deep, overwhelming pressure that made his skin feel too tight. His muscles were pressing up against the limits of his own body. He groaned again, louder this time, as his muscles began to expand.

The first thing he noticed was his arms. His biceps, already firm and defined, swelled with new mass, the muscle fibers thickening and bulging beneath his skin. His triceps followed, expanding rapidly, the muscles growing so fast that his skin began to itch and stretch. Paul’s arms trembled as they grew, each movement making the muscles bulge even more, his veins popping out against the tight skin. 

“Xander… I—” Paul groaned, but his words got lost in a sharp inhale as his chest followed suit. His pecs, already broad, began to inflate like they were being pumped full of air. They swelled outward as his entire upper body widened, his lats flaring out and making him look more imposing. Paul’s breaths came in short gasps as the expansion continued.

“Just breathe, Paul. Don’t fight it. You’ll be alright, I promise,” Xander said, stunned by the spectacle before him. Paul’s body was rapidly expanding, muscle after muscle thickening and bulging with power.

Paul’s legs were next. His quads thickened dramatically, the muscles ballooning beneath the tight fabric of his pajama pants, which strained audibly against his rapidly growing thighs. Paul let out a groan as the muscles pushed outward, his quads becoming so thick that his legs were forced apart by their sheer size. The fabric of his pajama pants creaked, the seams struggling to contain his expanding legs.

And then came the most dramatic change of all—his ass. Paul’s round, muscular butt, already huge and firm to start with, began to grow at an alarming rate. The muscles swelled, thickening and rounding out even more until they were straining the back of his pajama pants to the limit. His ass grew and grew, the fabric stretching and struggling to handle the new mass, and Paul could feel the pressure building with every inch they expanded.

“N-no… what’s happening?” Paul gasped, his hands reaching back instinctively to feel his butt as it continued to inflate. His fingers dug into the growing muscle, but he couldn’t do anything to stop the expansion. His pajama pants, which had been clinging to his body like a second skin, finally gave way with a loud tear, the fabric ripping right across the back as his butt pushed through. Within a few seconds, Paul’s butt backside was fully exposed as the remaining shreds of his pants and underwear fell to the ground.

A relieved groan from Paul followed the tearing sound as his lower body continued to thicken. His ass was now enormous, each cheek round and firm, beyond the limits of logic with their sheer size. They jutted out behind him like a pair of beach balls, as big as Xander’s pecs, defying gravity with their incredible mass. Paul’s quads and hamstrings had grown to match, but it was his butt that stole the show, massive and impossibly large.

Xander stared wide-eyed, unable to tear his gaze away from the sight. “Paul... butt, man... It’s freaking huge,” Xander muttered in awe.

“I… I can feel it…” Paul panted, his body trembling as the transformation continued.

Paul’s shoulders broadened, his traps thickened, and his back muscles expanded, giving him an even more powerful, imposing figure. His arms were now massive, his biceps and triceps bulging with strength, and his chest was incredibly thick and broad, though not nearly as big as Xander’s. Every muscle on Paul’s body had grown to incredible proportions, but none compared with his ass, which was now beyond anything he could have imagined.

Paul groaned again, his muscles twitching as the last remnants of the expansion settled into place. He was a massive wall of muscle, about 600 pounds of pure, dense muscle mass now packed onto his body. He was as big as Xander, but his pecs weren’t nearly as big as Xander’s. And his ass—two massive, perfectly round globes of muscle that defied logic with their size, each one looking like a beach ball strapped to his lower back—was gigantic compared to Xander’s.

Paul tried to move, still trying to catch his breath, but his new weight made him clumsy. “Wow! Wow! I—” he exclaimed, his voice shaky as he struggled to get used to his new size.

Xander was still stunned by the sight of his friend’s transformation and quickly moved to help. “Hang on, I got you,” he said, placing his hand on Paul’s arm to steady him. With some effort, Xander helped Paul to his feet, though Paul wobbled unsteadily, his legs adjusting to the new bulk of his butt behind him.

As he stood, Paul turned slowly, his eyes wide as he inspected his own body. His hands moved over his chest, arms, and down to his quads, feeling his muscle’s new size and strength. He adjusted his stance until he was able to stand on his own. Xander moved away a few inches, letting Paul get used to his new body. His ass stuck out so far that he had to adjust his posture to keep from tipping over, his lower back arching slightly to accommodate the massive muscle.

“I can’t believe this,” Paul whispered, his voice filled with awe as he turned to look at Xander. “I’m… I’m huge. So powerful.”

“Told you. It feels fantastic,” Xander said, his smile broadening. “You look awesome. And this ass, fuck,” he said, slowly reaching for Paul’s bare butt to touch the most beautiful ass he had ever seen.

“Hey, hey, hands away!” Paul said, playfully punching Xander’s pecs.

“You touched my pecs; why is this different?” Xander responded, pushing his massive chest against Paul’s body, his hands still moving over Paul’s butt. “The cheeks are too big not to touch them.”

Paul glanced over his shoulder, his eyes widening as he took in the size of his backside. “Fuck,” he muttered, his voice filled with disbelief. “They’re… they’re gigantic!” Paul said as he ran one of his hands over his ass, marveling at its size and firmness. “How will I find pants big enough to cover this?” he said, half-joking.

Xander chuckled as he looked down at the remaining parts of Paul’s clothes, still covering a bit of his body. With one quick move, Xander pulled at the fabric and removed everything that was left, leaving Paul fully naked in the middle of the backyard and making him blush. “I don’t think you’ll need this anyway,” he said, throwing the fabric away.

“Hey! That was covering my crotch!” Paul said, instinctively moving his hands to cover his dick. Then he reached for Xander’s underwear and quickly ripped it off, leaving Xander also exposed. “I don’t think you’ll need yours either.”

Both of them laughed as they observed their naked bodies, admiring each other’s physiques. They were still confused. But they couldn’t hide their excitement about their gains. Their big dicks were hard, evidencing their arousal. Xander’s hand was resting on Paul’s butt, while Paul’s hand rested on Xander’s pec. They were entranced into each other’s bodies when they noticed the pool glowing brighter again.

“Uh, maybe we should stay away from the pool from now on,” Xander said, looking at the red glow intensifying again.

Paul nodded slowly, still trying to process everything that had just happened. “Yeah, good idea.”

While both guys stepped away from the pool, they heard footsteps behind them. The pool glowed even brighter as the footsteps approached. Deep inside they wanted to warn Justin about the pool and prevent him from getting struck by the red lightning, but as they exchanged knowing looks, they smiled, waiting for Justin.

...

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Daily Dose of Magic - Prologue

[Story Collection] | [●] [Part 1]

Blaine’s home was quiet the night before he had to leave for college. His mom had gone to bed earlier, leaving him alone with his thoughts in his room. Boxes and bags surrounded him, everything properly packed to start this new journey. He was 19 years old; he felt ready to start college, but he couldn’t help but sigh as nostalgia washed over him, thinking about his home, childhood memories, his mom, and his late dad.

He had always been close to his mother, especially because his father passed away before he was even a year old. The man had been a mystery for Blaine, a figure of stories and photographs his mom had shared through the years. But he had always been curious about his father’s background. Now that Blaine was ready to step into another level in life, curiosity over his father’s story flooded his mind.

He sat on his bed and looked around, realizing that among the boxes and bags, he didn’t have anything that could remind him of his dad while he was away. Blaine slowly stood up as a thought occurred to him: he had to take something of his dad’s with him to college, something that would make him feel connected to the man he never had the chance to know. This idea led him to the attic, where he knew his mom had saved most of his dad’s stuff.

The wooden stairs cracked under Blaine’s weight as he ascended into the attic. He pushed open the old wooden door, which let out a low groan, revealing a space filled with dust, cobwebs, and boxes that hadn’t been touched in years. Blaine immediately smelled the scent of aged wood and musty cardboard; a faint beam of moonlight streamed through a small, round window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air.

Blaine stood at the door for a while, adjusting to the low light as a dim bulb swung from the ceiling, casting long shadows on the wall and illuminating his body. He was tall and lean, standing at 6’1” and weighing around 165 pounds, with a build that was more wiry than muscular. His light blonde hair, perpetually messy, fell into his bright blue eyes, giving him an almost boyish look. He wore a loose t-shirt that hung off his lean frame and a pair of faded jeans. He looked every bit like a college-bound student, nervous about the future.

He stepped into the attic, the floorboards groaning under his weight, and began sifting through the boxes, each labeled with a scribbled word or two, though the ink had faded with time. One box, in particular, caught his attention. It was a plain, unmarked box shoved into the corner of the attic. It looked older than the rest, so Blaine carefully pulled it out, setting it on the floor in the middle of the room.

His fingers slightly trembled as he opened it, half-expecting to find nothing of interest. Inside it, Blaine found old documents, faded with age, many of which seemed to belong to his father, but nothing felt personal. He shuffled through the papers, somewhat disappointed, hoping to find a photograph, a note, anything that could connect him to his father. He was about to give up, but at the bottom of the box, something unusual caught his eye—a book. The cover, made of thick, weathered leather, had strange symbols and letters Blaine couldn’t recognize. The symbols were unfamiliar, almost alien. The letters were written in an ancient script as if the book had existed for centuries.

Blaine’s fingers traced the cover, feeling the worn leather beneath his fingertips. A shiver ran down his spine as he carefully lifted the book out of the box, feeling its weight in his hands. Blaine opened it, and his breath caught in his throat when he saw a neat, flowing handwritten name in faded ink at the top of the first page: “Blaine Morain.” His father’s name. His name.

This book was the connection he had been looking for. He felt it. Without thinking, Blaine read the name, his voice barely a whisper. “Blaine Morain,” he said, and as the last syllable left his lips, a strange sensation washed over him, and another shiver ran down his spine. A sudden jolt of mild electricity coursed through his hands and arms, making him gasp. The book slipped from his grasp, falling to the ground with a dull thud as Blaine stared at his hands in shock. His fingertips were glowing red, the light pulsing softly as if in rhythm with his heartbeat.

Blaine stood there, frozen, his eyes moving from his hands to the book lying on the floor, the pages faintly illuminated by the red glow from his fingertips. The bright hue gradually faded, his mind racing to make sense of what had just happened. He contemplated leaving the book there, pretending this had never happened. But something inside him urged him to pick it up. Blaine leaned down, his hands trembling as he retrieved the book, clutching it to his chest as he hurried out of the attic.

Once safely back in his room, Blaine shut the door behind him and sat on his bed, the book resting on his lap. He carefully opened the book again to inspect its contents. Strange symbols filled the pages, but as Blaine stared at them, they began to make sense. The language was old, but Blaine realized now he could understand it.

Blaine turned to the second page and found a family tree intricately drawn with elegant lines and flowing branches. His eyes scanned the names. His father’s name was there, and to Blaine’s astonishment, so was his own. The family tree extended back generations, all the way to the medieval era, each name accompanied by a title: Wizard. Blaine felt a shiver run down his spine as the realization dawned on him—he came from a line of wizards.

Turning the pages, he found what seemed to be spells, each accompanied by a detailed description. His hands trembled as he flipped through the pages. The more he read, the more he realized that the book was a manual, a guide to the magical abilities that had passed down through his family. There were spells for protection, spells for healing, and spells to manipulate elements, but what caught his attention was a whole section for spells specifically designed to make body parts grow.

One particular spell caught his eye from this section. His lips curled into a chuckle as he read a handwritten note from his dad in the margin: “Bigger balls, not a good idea.” Blaine couldn’t help but laugh, imagining his dad experimenting with this spell in his younger years. He grinned, the note feeling more like an invitation than a warning.

“Cnámh Rogha Mór,” Blaine read aloud from the book, immediately feeling a tingling sensation course through his body. His fingertips glowed red once more as he glanced down at his lap to see his bulge slowly inflating. The sensation was strange, almost pleasurable, and he couldn’t help but watch in awe as his jeans grew tighter, the fabric straining to accommodate the growing mass. His mouth was open in disbelief as the tightness grew more intense, his balls quickly reaching baseball-sized proportions.

He marveled as his balls grew, but after a few seconds, the reality of what he was doing hit him, and panic surged through him as he groaned in discomfort. With a sharp intake of breath, he slammed the book shut, the glowing in his finger ceasing immediately. He looked down at his ready-to-burst bulge, and, to his relief, the growth stopped, and his balls shrank back to their average size. He sat on the edge of his bed, his heart pounding and his breathing short. The sensation of his balls growing so fast had been fantastic, so he couldn’t help but smile, thinking about the possibilities.

****

Blaine arrived at college the following day, the spellbook safely tucked away in his backpack. He had spent most of the journey reading through its pages, memorizing several spells. Now, he wandered through the bustling yard of the prestigious institution he had worked so hard to get into. The campus was alive with activity—students moving in, greeting old friends, or meeting new ones. His blue eyes darted around, taking it all in. Blaine couldn’t believe he was here, about to start a new chapter.

Blaine was lost in his thoughts as he walked toward the dormitory, his mind replaying the previous night’s events. But his thoughts were abruptly interrupted when he collided with something—or someone—solid and unyielding. The impact sent Blaine sprawling to the ground, his backpack flying off his shoulder and the box in his hand landing beside him on the grass.

“Oh, man, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you coming!” A deep, concerned voice exclaimed.

Blaine looked up, his vision slightly blurred from the fall, to see a hand extended toward him, attached to a thick, muscular arm. His eyes followed the arm up to a broad chest covered in a tight-fitting red T-shirt that did little to hide the impressive musculature beneath. The guy was big, with a physique that would make any athlete jealous. Blaine marveled at the sight, his eyes traveling to meet the stranger’s face.

The owner of the voice crouched down, offering a hand to help him up. Blaine took the offered hand, allowing the stranger to help him to his feet. As he stood up, their eyes met, and Blaine gasped at the most handsome face he had seen. The guy had dark, curly hair, neatly trimmed on the sides and left longer on top. His olive-green eyes were warm and expressive, and his smile was nothing short of breathtaking.

Blaine took a deep breath as he took in the stranger’s appearance. The guy was an inch shorter than Blaine but far broader, probably weighing around 220 pounds of pure muscle. His T-shirt and jeans strained against his impressive physique. And as the big guy leaned to the side to pick Blaine’s backpack up, Blaine couldn’t help but gasp at the sight of the thickest, roundest, and most perfect butt he had ever seen, accentuated by the tight denim he wore.

“So, are you okay?” the stranger asked again while Blaine was too stunned to speak. “I’m so sorry for knocking you over. Sometimes it’s hard to control all of this,” the big guy added, gesturing to his muscular body, making Blaine gasp.

“It’s-it’s okay. I should’ve been watching where I was going,” Blaine finally said, his voice softer than intended.

The guy’s smile widened, a dimple appearing on his left cheek—another touch that made Blaine gasp. “Still, I should’ve been more careful. It’s totally my fault. First-day fitters, I guess. I’m Bryon Callahan. Freshman,” Bryon said, extending his hand to greet Blaine.

“Blaine, Blaine Morain. Freshman,” he replied, still somewhat dazed by Bryon’s presence as they shook hands.

“Nice to meet you, Blaine,” Bryon said, his smile weakening Blaine’s knees. “I’m still trying to figure out where everything is.”

“Same here,” Blaine admitted with a small laugh, trying to ease the nervousness he felt bubbling up inside him. “I’m trying to find the dorms.”

“Yeah. This place is huge, so we better continue,” Bryon said, handing Blaine’s backpack to him and lifting the box off the ground. “But maybe we can hang out later once we’ve settled in.”

Blaine’s expression changed, unable to hide his excitement. “Sure! I’d love that. It’s good to meet a new friend on the first day here,” he replied, smiling at Bryon.

With a final smile and a quick goodbye, they parted ways. But Blaine couldn’t resist turning around to catch one last glimpse of Bryon as they walked in opposite directions. To his surprise, Bryon had done the same, their eyes meeting across the yard, making them both blush. They quickly looked away as they continued walking to their dorms, but Blaine couldn’t help but sigh in awe. Bryon’s body and charming manners stuck in his head.

Lost in his thoughts, Blaine got lost and spent a few minutes trying to get on the right path again. When he finally found his dorm room a few minutes later, he noticed the door was already open. He stepped inside, and his heart skipped a beat as he saw Bryon standing there, unpacking his things.

“Hello?” Blaine said, blinking repeatedly to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

“Oh, hey. Room 304?” Bryon asked with a grin, and Blaine nodded. “Looks like we’re stuck with each other then.”

Blaine grinned broadly. “Seems like it. I guess we’ll be able to hang out very often.”

Blaine approached the unoccupied bed by the window while Bryon unpacked his stuff. The room was simple, but Bryon had already covered his side with posters of muscular football players and bodybuilders. Blaine observed the posters and grinned as he realized that Bryon had a thing for big muscles, having built his own body to look like the men on the posters.

“So, what’s your schedule like this semester?” Bryon asked, taking Blaine out of his trance.

“Oh, let me check,” Blaine said, looking into his backpack to pull out the schedule. He unfolded the paper and read through the list of classes. “That’s it. Sounds heavy, but I still have lots of free time.”

Bryon approached his schedule in hand to compare it with Blaine’s. “No way! Those are my classes, too! I’m taking all of those!”

Blaine looked at the schedules, smiling. “Really? All of them?”

Bryon nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, your schedule is like a copy of mine. So, we’ll spend lots of time together for the next few months.”

Blaine grinned. The coincidence—or was it fate?—of having the exact same schedule as his new roommate only made him feel more connected to Bryon. “Yeah! Looks like we’re going to see a lot of each other,” Blaine said, his tone playful.

“Yeah, I hope you won’t get sick of me,” Bryon replied, and both laughed.

Blaine found himself feeling more comfortable around Bryon as they continued unpacking, so he couldn’t help but occasionally glance over at the big guy. He couldn’t help but admire his roommate’s muscles rippling as he lifted his bags or boxes onto the bed or how his strong hands carefully arranged his stuff. He could barely continue his own work while he admired Bryon’s graceful movements on his side of the room.

Then, Blaine’s eyes widened when Bryon bent down to pick up a dropped item, showcasing the impressive size of his butt. The snug jeans Bryon wore accentuated the rounded curves of his ass, and Blaine’s mind wandered back to the spellbook now tucked in his bag. The spells he had read through earlier flashed through his mind, one, in particular, standing out: a spell designed to grow the ass.

A smile tugged at the corners of Blaine’s lips as he thought about using the spell on Bryon. He was itching to test his magic and the spells in the book, and Bryon seemed like the perfect, unsuspecting candidate. Blaine quietly sat on his bed as Bryon continued unpacking. He glanced over to make sure Bryon was distracted, then softly whispered, “Fás Tóna.”

Blaine’s fingertips glowed red, just like they had in the attic. His heart started beating faster as he watched Bryon’s ass begin to swell, the fabric of his jeans stretching to accommodate the new mass. Bryon didn’t notice at first and continued unpacking, talking about his high school football days, his focus still on the task at hand. But as the seconds passed, the tightness in his jeans became impossible to ignore. Bryon shifted uncomfortably, trying to adjust his pants, but the more he fidgeted, the tighter they became.

Blaine’s eyes widened with excitement and certain disbelief as Bryon’s ass continued to inflate. The round globes of flesh gained more mass, pressing against the denim, now stretched to its limits. Then, Bryon finally stopped what he was doing, a confused expression crossing his face. He tugged at the waistband, trying to make more space for his ass, but the expansion didn’t stop as Blaine’s fingers still glowed.

“Man, what the—?” Bryon said, shifting from foot to foot as he tried to find relief from the tightness. He reached back, his hand brushing over his now nearly volleyball-sized ass cheeks, his expression turning from confusion to alarm as his pants were barely holding on.

Blaine could hardly breathe in shock and excitement, his dick stirring in his pants as his face stayed as neutral as possible. The sight of Bryon’s ass was absurd but so fascinating, and Blaine could barely process the implications. His magic was causing the growth. He could alter others’ bodies. He didn’t even blink as the realization sunk in, and Bryon’s once comfortable jeans were now painfully tight on him.

Then, a loud rip echoed through the room. Bryon froze, eyes wide open, as he realized what had happened. He twisted around, trying to look at the back of his jeans, where a long tear had appeared at the seam in the middle of his backside, the fabric unable to handle the size of his massive ass and exposing his bare butt since he was wearing a jockstrap. Bryon’s hand moved to his rounded butt, his hands shaking in disbelief at how much it had grown.

Blaine grinned, looking away as his fingers stopped glowing, quickly ending the spell. Bryon’s ass began to shrink to its original size before his shocked eyes. The tension in the fabric lessened, and Bryon let out a relieved sigh, though he still looked stunned.

“Did you see that?” Bryon asked as he turned to Blaine, who pretended to be busy with his own unpacking.

“What?” Blaine said, turning to face Bryon again and pretending to be surprised when he saw the tear in the big guy’s pants. “Well, I can’t say I’m surprised, but...”

“No, no, no. My ass grew. It was inflating or something. I felt like my pants would burst and...” Bryon said, still trying to figure out what had just happened. He ran a hand over his backside, feeling the tear in his jeans with a perplexed frown.

“Well, they did. Maybe they shrunk in the wash?” Blaine suggested, biting his lip to keep from laughing. “Or maybe it’s time to upgrade pant size?” he added, innocently shrugging his shoulders.

“Hmm… Maybe,” Bryon replied, though he didn’t sound convinced. He glanced down at his jeans again, still puzzled, but eventually, he shook his head and decided to let it go. “I guess I’ll go easy on squats from now on,” he added, pulling one of his bags up to look for another pair of pants to replace the ruined ones.

As Bryon turned back to finish unpacking, Blaine silently celebrated his successful spell, the thrill of what he had just done making his chest inflate with pride. He could hardly wait to see what other things he could do with Bryon during the semester. The possibilities were endless, and this was only the beginning.

...

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I need a hug from this man.🤩

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INSANE!🤩

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Pool Boys - Part 2: Xander

[Story Collection] | [Part 1] [●] [Part 3]

The sun had barely begun to rise over Xander’s house. He stirred, carefully stretching his muscular arms above his friends. Xander was an early riser, always the first to greet the morning with a smile. This morning was no different, despite the late night of superhero movies and playful banter with his friends, Paul and Justin. The house was still quiet, with the soft hum of the air conditioning the only sound that accompanied the early hour.

Xander blinked his eyes open, the remnants of sleep fading away as he stretched. He slowly and carefully rose from the couch, observing his still-sleeping friends. Justin and Paul were almost piled one on top of the other, not noticing Xander had escaped the pile. He softly chuckled and tiptoed past his friends, not wanting to disturb their sleep. They’d had a good night, so Xander preferred to let them rest a little longer.

His faux hawk was slightly tousled from sleep, giving him a rugged, just-out-of-bed look that only added to his charm. He stretched his arms above his head, yawning and feeling the pleasant pull of his muscles as he moved. The waistband of his pajama pants sat low on his hips, the pattern of Thor’s hammer subtly displayed along the fabric. As he walked to the bathroom, his pajama pants hugged his hips and thighs, the fabric shifting slightly with each step. His bare torso was on full display, his large pecs looking magnificent even in a relaxed state.

In the bathroom, Xander closed the door softly behind him, the cool tile floor soothing against his bare feet. He walked over to the toilet, carefully taking his dick out of his pants, a sigh of relief escaping his mouth as he emptied his bladder, the result of too much soda the night before. Xander waited for the stream to stop, shaking his dick and carefully placing it back into his pajama pants.

After flushing, Xander moved to the sink, where he caught his reflection in the mirror. Even after a night of junk food and movies, he couldn’t help but admire his appearance. His face, still slightly puffy from sleep, was strikingly handsome. His blue eyes, framed by thick eyelashes, were clear and bright, and he had the kind of smile that could melt the coldest hearts. He leaned closer to the mirror, grinning before splashing cold water on his face to fully wake up. The water droplets clung to his skin for a moment before trickling down, leaving him looking refreshed and ready to face the day.

He straightened up, his eyes drifting down to his chest, where his pecs seemed to invite his attention. With a playful grin, Xander ran his hands over his chest, feeling the firm muscle beneath his fingers. He gave his thick pecs a light massage, carefully kneading the flesh, then flicked his nipples with his thumbs, a trick he’d learned to make his whole body shiver. It was the best way to activate his muscles every morning. The sensation was familiar—a morning ritual that made him feel powerful and ready for anything. He gave his pecs a final, affectionate pat, the muscles twitching slightly under his touch. Smiling at his reflection one last time, Xander turned to leave the bathroom.

Barefoot and only wearing his Thor-themed pajama pants, Xander headed to the backyard to stretch light every morning. He absentmindedly patted his chest as he walked, a habit from his workouts, feeling the lingering warmth from his earlier massage.

The backyard was peaceful, bathed in the soft light of the early morning. The air was cool, a slight breeze rustling the leaves of the trees, and everything was quiet; only birds chirped in the distance, greeting the dawn. Xander took a deep breath, savoring the tranquility of the moment. He loved these early mornings when the world was still waking up, and he could have a few moments of solitude before the day truly began.

As he looked around, his eyes focused on the pool. The water would usually be a serene blue, reflecting the sky above, but today, something was different. A strange, red hue seemed to glow from beneath the surface, casting an eerie light across the water. Xander frowned, his curiosity piqued and slowly approached the pool to investigate.

“What the...” he muttered to himself, taking a step closer to the pool. The red glow pulsed slightly, almost as if it were alive, and Xander felt a sudden chill run down his spine.

He approached slowly, his bare feet making no sound on the cool tiles. The light grew brighter as he neared, the color deepening to a vibrant red. Xander’s heart beat faster, curiosity and fear building in his chest.

“What is this?” He wondered aloud, his voice low, afraid of disturbing whatever was causing the light.

When he was about three feet from the edge of the pool, he stopped. The red hue was more intense now, the light reflecting off his skin. He squinted, trying to see through the water to find out what was causing the glow. Suddenly, the light flared. Before Xander could react, a red jolt of electricity shot out of the pool, streaking through the air like a lightning bolt. It struck him directly in the chest, right over his heart. The impact was so sudden and powerful that it left him immediately breathless.

“Aaaargh!” He screamed, the sound raw and filled with agony.

Xander’s eyes widened in shock as the electricity surged through his body, a burning pain that made him cry out. The jolt wasn’t just a mild shock; it felt like a high-voltage charge pumped directly into his veins. His muscles seized up, every nerve on his body on fire as the electricity coursed through him, crackling along his skin. His scream echoed in the stillness of the morning as he fell to the ground, landing hard on his hands and knees. His body convulsed as the electricity continued to surge, his muscles twitching uncontrollably.

The pain was unbearable, unlike anything he had ever experienced. It was an intense pain that seemed to last an eternity. His chest felt like it was going to explode, the jolt striking at his heart with relentless force. His hands clawed at the ground, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he fought to stay conscious. His body trembled, and his mind was overwhelmed by painful sensations. The muscles in his arms and legs were rigid, locked in place by the current running through him, and he could do nothing but endure the torture.

Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the pain stopped. The electricity ceased, leaving Xander gasping for air, his body still trembling. He was on his knees, his head hanging low as he struggled to regain control. His chest heaved with each breath, his heart pounding hard. However, he was unharmed. The only sign of what had just happened was the vapor rising from his skin, his body still hot from the electric jolt.

Xander slowly looked down at his chest, where the bolt had struck. There was no burn, no mark, just some discomfort that didn’t compare with the recent pain. He reached up with a shaky hand, touching his chest, like trying to reassure himself that he was still in one piece. His muscles were sore, aching from the violent contraction, but there was no lasting damage. He glanced back at the pool, which still had the red hue over its surface but not as intense as a few minutes ago. The scene looked surreal, but Xander had other things to worry about.

“What the hell was that?” Xander whispered, his voice filled with confusion. He remained kneeling for a few moments longer, his mind racing to comprehend what had just happened. But no answers came, only the eerie silence of the morning.

Xander’s chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath. The sharp pain had subsided, but the memory of it lingered. He could barely believe he was still alive. He looked down at his chest again, looking for proof that it hadn’t been his imagination. There were no burns, no visible wounds—just the overwhelming sense that something else was happening. Xander couldn’t shake the thought it wasn’t the end.

Xander suddenly felt a strange, unsettling sensation spreading through his body as he panted heavily. It began as a tightness in his chest, a pressure that slowly grew more intense, spreading to his limbs. His muscles, still tense after the electric jolt, seemed to tighten almost to the point of discomfort. His whole body was slowly heating up, making Xander groan. He knew his body was preparing for something.

“Ugh… What’s happening?” Xander groaned, his voice strained as he felt the pressure intensity. His hands closed into fists, knuckles white as he fought to deal with the discomfort.

The tightness quickly evolved into a burning sensation, as he felt like his blood had turned into lava, surging through his veins and igniting every muscle fiber it touched. His entire body felt like it was on fire, not just from the outside but from within. The head was increasing to an unbearable level.

He gritted his teeth as the burning surpassed a fever level. Then, Xander felt something strange—his muscles were expanding, growing larger and more powerful with each passing second. The growth felt like the electricity had triggered an explosive growth within his body, forcing his muscles to swell and stretch far beyond their normal limits like air balloons attached to a pump.

Xander’s traps were the first to grow, rising like mountains on either side of his neck, thickening until they almost touched his ears. His deltoids ballooned outwards, creating broad, rounded shoulders that would put even the biggest world-class bodybuilders to shame. His biceps and triceps expanded next, the skin stretching tight over the rapidly growing muscles, with veins bulging like ropes beneath the surface. He could feel the raw power coursing through his arms, the muscle fibers tearing and instantly rebuilding thicker. Xander felt his body getting heavier and broader with each passing second, forcing him to adjust his position to give space for his new bulk.

Xander gasped in awe as he watched his arms thicken before his eyes. His biceps swelled to the size of cannonballs, his triceps jutting out like horseshoes, each muscle group perfectly defined and incredibly thick. He flexed instinctively, the sheer size of his muscle making him shudder with primal satisfaction.

Then Xander’s chest, already impressive, began to push outward. His pecs surged forward, expanding rapidly, the muscle fibers thickening and tightening until his pecs were like two massive slabs of stone protruding several inches from his rib cage. The growth was so intense that his chest began to obstruct part of his view. The bulging pecs thickened, each breath he took making them swell even more.

His nipples, now sitting atop the great masses of muscle, pointed slightly downward due to the sheer weight and size of his chest. The sensation was overwhelming. His pecs felt heavy and so powerful that Xander couldn’t help but move one of his hands to his chest, fingers trembling as it made contact with the impossible dense pectoral muscles.

“Holy crap,” Xander muttered, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own pounding heart. He could feel every striation, every ripple of power beneath the skin. The sensation of his hands moving over his own flesh, feeling the solid, unyielding muscle, sent a shiver down his spine. He massaged his pecs, feeling the heat and strength radiating from them, his fingers barely able to press into the muscle due to its density.

As he enjoyed the sensation of his massive pecs still getting thicker, his lats flared out, spreading wide and thickening to create a broad, V-shaped back. His lats fought for space with his arms, forcing him to spread the stance of his hands on the floor. Then, his abs hardened into a rock-solid eight-pack, each muscle standing out in sharp relief. His obliques thickened as well, framing his abs with layers of solid muscles, creating a core strong enough to support the weight of his upper body.

Xander groaned again as his lower body began to catch up with his upper body’s growth. His quads expanded like tree trunks, each muscle group swelling and thickening. His pajama pants, already snug, began to strain against the growing bulk of his thighs. The fabric creaked, unable to contain the sheer mass packed onto his frame. His hamstrings thickened as well, balancing out the growth in his quads and butt, which was already prominent but grew rounder and firmer. His glutes pushed outwards until they were straining against the waistband of his pants, forcing it down.

With a sudden, sharp ripping sound, the fabric of his Thor-themed pajama pants finally gave way, unable to withstand the pressure any longer. The seams along his thighs and butt split open, the material tearing in multiple places to reveal the thick, powerful muscles underneath. Xander barely registered the loss of his pants, too focused on the incredible sensation of his legs expanding, growing stronger and thicker with every passing second. His calves grew next, bulging outward until they were nearly as big as his upper arms, the definition so sharp it looked as though they had been carved from marble.

With his pants gone, Xander felt his briefs straining against his expanding ass, and the overwhelming sensation made his dick stir to life. His dick slowly grew harder as the growth continued, stretching the briefs even further and making Xander fear that he would end up fully naked in the middle of his backyard. However, the stretchy material managed to survive the expansion of his glutes and hips and the erect state of his dick, at least temporarily.

As Xander’s entire body continued swelling with muscles, the most dramatic change was still in his chest. His pectorals continued to grow, expanding to a size that looked almost comical in its sheer massiveness. The muscles were so large that they completely obstructed his view of his lower body, protruding like two massive walls of muscle in front of him. Each pec was so dense and thick that it jutted out far beyond his stomach, casting a shadow over his abs. The skin stretched taut over the muscle, every vein and striation visible as his chest pulsed with power. The heat in his chest was intense, the muscles vibrating with energy as they swelled even bigger, reaching a size that defied reason.

The growth finally began to slow, the intense burning sensation easing into a deep, throbbing heat that pulsed through Xander’s entire body. He was left panting, his massive chest heaving with each breath, his muscles still twitching slightly from the aftereffects of the transformation. The once snug pajama pants now hung in tatters around his waist, barely clinging to his expanded hips and thighs, the fabric shredded beyond repair. His underwear stretched to the limit, almost to the bursting point.

Slowly, clumsily, Xander struggled to his feet. The weight of his new bulk was almost too much for him to handle, his legs slightly wobbling as he adjusted to his new center of gravity. Xander swayed for a moment, using a nearby table to help himself up, his massive chest brushing against it. His breathing was heavy, each breath a struggle as he fought to balance the sheer mass of his body.

Once he was finally upright, Xander inspected his new body, his hands running over the impossibly thick muscles that now adorned his frame. His fingers traced the deep grooves between his abs, the thick cords of muscle in his obliques, and the massive quads that now supported his weight. He reached up to feel his chest, his hands massaging the dense muscle, his pecs so large and firm that it felt like he was touching a wall of steel.

Xander was no longer the lean, muscular young man he had been minutes ago. He was now a towering behemoth of muscle, every inch of his 6’2” frame packed with raw, unbridled power. His weight had skyrocketed to an astonishing 600 pounds of pure, dense muscle mass. Each muscle group was so overdeveloped that he looked like a living sculpture. His traps nearly touched his ears, his shoulders were impossibly broad, and his arms were so thick that they seemed almost out of proportion to the rest of his body. His chest, however, was the most dominant feature, his pecs so massive that they jutted out far in front of him, obstructing his view and casting a shadow over his entire torso.

“What the fuck happened?” Xander whispered as he continued to explore his transformed body.

The power he felt was intoxicating, every movement sending ripples of strength through his massive muscles. He flexed his arms, watching as his biceps swelled to even greater proportions, the muscle bulging with such intensity that it looked as though his skin might split. He admired his body, but his eyes then focused on the pool, the red hue still vibrant and mysterious. Xander didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to move, fearing he would receive another electric jolt. But as he heard footsteps approaching behind him, his eyes widened when the pool started glowing brighter. Something was coming again.

...

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Sweet Gains - Part 7

[Story Collection] | [Part 6] [●] ✅

Liam and Aiden managed to reach Aiden’s car parked in a nearby alley without anyone noticing them. Aiden owned a large SUV, but their size still represented a challenge in their runaway plan. Aiden was a mountain of muscle, well over 600 pounds, with broader-than-door shoulders, tree trunk arms, massive pillow pecs, enormous thighs, bulging calves, and a massive muscular butt. His 2-foot-long dick was fully-hard, and his balls churned full of cum. He wasn’t immobile anymore, but he was far from being of average size.

“The only option is sneaking into the backseat. If I get in the passenger’s seat, it’ll be a tight fit for you,” Aiden said, looking at Liam’s body up and down. “You look amazing, by the way.” Aiden couldn’t help but add.

“Uh? I…” Liam finally looked down at his own body. He was still taller than Aiden but not as thick. Liam estimated his weight to be around 350 pounds. He looked like a world-class bodybuilder but with additional assets that would never allow him to wear the tiny posers that bodybuilders usually wear.

Liam moved his hands to his pecs and grabbed the massive slabs of meat. His pecs were so thick that his nipples pointed downward, also casting a shadow over his chiseled abs. Liam marveled at his detailed deltoids, massive biceps, and thick forearms. Then, looking down at his lower body, his eyes widened even more as he noticed his 16-inch-long, thick dick pointing up over full balls that looked as big as grapefruits.

“See? We all got benefits from this situation,” Aiden said, reaching forward to stroke Liam’s dick.

“Man, my apartment is destroyed! How is that a benefit?” Liam said, but as Aiden rubbed his dick, he couldn’t help but moan.

“You can stay in my cabin. You won’t need to pay for rent anymore, and we get to be together,” Aiden said, pulling Liam closer to push their bodies together. “Also… You started this all, so you can’t complain.”

Liam’s breathing became shallow as he felt Aiden’s massive muscles against him. He knew Aiden was right, but the anxious part of his mind couldn’t stop thinking about his apartment. The ocean of cum and milk, the hole in the wall, the flooding of the streets—everything was surreal, and the more Liam thought about it, the less he believed it was true. However, Aiden stood right before his eyes with muscles beyond Liam’s wildest dreams.

“We gotta go. They said this shrinking stuff won’t last for long,” Liam said, moving away from Aiden and opening the car’s door to help him get in. “You’ll fit without much trouble.”

Aiden grinned and rolled his eyes. Even though he had experienced the most intense growth, orgasm, and shrinking ever, he couldn’t help but lust over Liam’s body and long to have more fun with him. Aiden stood by the car and attempted to get in the back seat, unable to get his shoulders through the door. He tried again, sideways this time, but between his back and bulging pecs, it was still hard. His hard dick and big balls weren’t helping because it was uncomfortable for him to move his legs with his big genitals on the way.

Aiden took a deep breath, struggling to contain his laughter because he never thought he would face such a challenge. He had spent years building his well-defined muscles, but they couldn’t compare to his current size. He had dreamt about getting as big as heavyweight bodybuilders, but his body was far more muscular than any bodybuilder he had seen.

While Aiden struggled to get in the car, Liam’s anxiety escalated because he was worried about people seeing them naked on the streets. Even then, he couldn’t help but feel aroused as he saw Aiden’s muscles in action. Every inch of his body bulged and fought for space while the big guy fit his upper body in, leaving his thick legs and massive balls out. Liam couldn’t help but chuckle and approached Aiden to push against his ass and balls to help him.

“Hmm, that feels nice,” Aiden playfully said.

“Bro, I’m serious. We gotta go,” Liam said, pretending to be worried, but he was loving the feeling of Aiden’s massive ass against his body.

Aiden laughed as the rest of his body got into the car, and Liam slapped his ass hard before closing the door. He slowly turned and got in a comfortable position, as much as he could, while Liam ran around the car to get into the driver’s seat. Even though Liam wasn’t as big as Aiden, it still took him about a minute to get behind the wheel in a comfortable enough position. Liam felt clumsy, but it was due to his muscles limiting his range of motion.

“Okay. Where do I go?” Liam asked, turning the engine on and looking at Aiden’s smiley face in the rearview mirror.

“Just drive north. The cabin is about 20 minutes away,” Aiden said as he turned on his seat again, groaning like he was trying to get into a certain position.

Liam nodded and started driving, following Aiden’s indications. The car was silent most of the trip because Liam’s mind was flooded with memories of his destroyed apartment. He wondered if he could ever go back there and have a regular life, but looking at Aiden’s handsome face in the rearview mirror again made him chuckle and realize he didn’t want a regular life anymore.

Aiden continued turning as he groaned in the backseat. Liam thought he looked cute, but when he saw the enormous muscles flexing and relaxing with each move, cute came short to describe the magnificent body.

“Keep your eyes on the road. Don’t mind me back here,” Aiden said, finally relaxing after moving so much. Liam nodded and continued driving. He estimated they were halfway to the cabin, and even though he was worried, he was also excited.

“How does it feel?” Liam asked, not looking at the mirror to focus on the road.

“What?” Aiden responded as he started slightly moving again.

“Being so big. The immobility. All the milk, the cum, and everything else. You were gigantic,” Liam asked, feeling his 16-inch dick throbbing below the wheel.

“Oh. It’s hard to explain. I felt so powerful, and the sensation was even better when I couldn’t move. I could feel every single inch of my body, even though I couldn’t see past my pecs. I loved when you climbed up my body and when you rubbed your whole body against my dick. Fuck, that was hot,” Aiden said, feeling his dick throb violently against the back of Liam’s seat.

“Oh… Was that your knee or something? I can push the seat forward if you want,” Liam kindly said, and Aiden chuckled.

“It wasn’t my knee. It was a body part that I can’t seem to control anymore,” Aiden playfully said as his dick throbbed again, hitting Liam’s seat even harder. “Also... don’t get scared if you feel something sticky getting around your feet. Thinking about you against my dick is making me leak again, and, fuck, it feels nice.”

“What?! What do you mean?” Liam said, stopping the car and looking down at his feet, where a pudge of white, sticky cum was coming from beneath the seat. “You gotta be kidding me! You flooded the whole block, and you still have more?” Liam said, turning around to see Aiden. Liam’s eyes widened at the sight.

“Told you, I can’t control it,” Aiden responded as Liam tried to process the scene.

Aiden had one muffin in each hand, and considering the crumbs over his massive pecs, he had already eaten a few. He had a box with the Big Boy’s Bakery logo on it, like the boxes that led to the destruction of Liam’s apartment. The box was already empty. Liam estimated Aiden had eaten ten muffins, and the two in his hand completed the dozen that fit in the box.

“What are you doing? Where did you get that from?” Liam asked, scared and amused.

“I left the box here when I went to your apartment. It was for later, but my visit was longer than I expected. I didn’t know if the muffins were still good, but they’re perfect. Yummy as always,” Aiden said as he gave one muffin a large bite, soon followed by two more, and the muffin was gone.

“What are these muffins for? What if you grow again before we get to the cabin?” Liam said, watching in awe as Aiden devoured the last muffin.

“I don’t remember their name. It was something like, Oh, Mighty Muffins. I think they make all the muscles grow,” Aiden said, smiling and playfully bouncing his pecs to a shocked Liam. “I’m about to grow again anyway, so why not make it more interesting?”

Aiden bounced his pecs, and Liam noticed they looked plumper and fuller with each flex. Then he saw Aiden’s shoulders broadening in the back seat, taking up more room and filling up the tiny available space. Aiden started moaning, and Liam didn’t know if he should continue driving or if he should get out of the car and escape.

“Fuck!” Liam shouted as he felt Aiden’s dick hitting the seat again, even harder this time, and his balls visibly filled up with cum. The pool of cum beneath the seat grew, and Aiden started moaning, high on pleasure.

Aiden stretched slightly, the seat’s leather groaning under his expanding body. He flexed his basketball-sized biceps as a loud roar escaped his lips. This sound sent shivers down Liam’s back because he remembered the flooding of his apartment and how Aiden had lost control of his body.

“This feels incredible! Even better than before,” Aiden said, his voice deep and resonant.

A tremor ran through Aiden’s body, making him close his eyes to savor the sensation. His muscles continued slowly expanding. His deltoids expanded like inflating balloons, quickly reaching the car’s inner walls. His traps rose higher, engulfing his neck and head and merging with the ever-growing mountains of his shoulders.

Liam struggled to focus on the road as he could hear the leather of the backseat creaking. The car felt heavier, so he had to step harder on the gas pedal. Liam looked down and saw more cum covering the floor. However, as worried and scared as he was, his hard dick throbbed due to his arousal. He couldn’t deny that a growing Aiden turned him on more than anything else.

Aiden’s chest surged forward, each pectoral muscle growing to the size of a small boulder, obscuring his perfectly sculpted abs. His nipples started getting engorged, and a small flow of milk escaped them, landing on his massive thighs, which thickened, forcing his legs to spread wide. Then Aiden felt his dick getting longer and thicker as his balls grew from basketballs to beach balls in a blink. He started to feel cramped in the backseat, but the sensation was too fantastic, so he wanted it to continue.

“How are you feeling back there? Are you okay?” Liam asked, glancing nervously at the rapidly expanding titan in the backseat.

Aiden chuckled as he felt his dick throbbing hard. “Better than okay. It feels amazing!” While he moaned, Aiden managed to move his dick from behind Liam’s seat to place it between the front seats of the car, with the leaking head of his dick right by Liam’s side.

“Dude! You’re going to ruin your own car!” Liam shouted, absentmindedly reaching for Aiden’s dick to rub it.

“Hmm, who cares? It’s not like I can drive it anymore,” Aiden said, enjoying Liam’s touch. “Keep going. Make me cum. My balls are getting so full. I won’t make it to the cabin.” Aiden tilted his head back as much as he could due to his traps locking his head.

Aiden’s growth continued. His arms, now thicker than most men’s waists, flexed involuntarily, causing his biceps to peak impressively, with thick veins snaking over them. His forearms soon followed, bulging and thickening beyond Aiden’s wildest dreams. His back spread wider, his lats flaring out like wings, pressing against the sides of the SUV. His quads, resembling overinflated tires, strained against the confines of the seat, and his calves were swelling to match the monumental growth of his upper body.

The vehicle, sturdy as it was, began to creak in protest, the suspension groaning under the increasing weight. Aiden’s growth showed no signs of slowing, and each muscle group fought for space.

“We’re almost there, right? We must be close by now,” Liam nervously said, looking back at Aiden, who now took up the whole space in the backseat.

“Yeah. We must be able to see the cabin and the lake in a few seconds,” Aiden said between moans as Liam finally saw the cabin on the horizon. However, Liam didn’t know if the cabin was a proper word to describe the building because it was bigger than most houses but surrounded by nature and a lake, so the word still fit.

The SUV finally pulled up to the secluded cabin. Liam parked and turned to face Aiden, who looked trapped inside the car. “Let’s get you out before you destroy the car like you destroyed my apartment,” Liam said, making Aiden chuckle and nod.

Aiden’s movements were slow. As he shifted, the SUV rocked slightly, and with an audible groan, the vehicle’s metal frame began to give way under his immense bulk. The door, designed for average human proportions, now seemed impossible for him to get out of.

Before Liam could open the doors, Aiden felt his triceps flaring and thickening further against the door, making the metal bend outward. His biceps swelled with each movement, dwarfing even the biggest bodybuilder’s wildest dreams. As his chest surged outward, pushing against the front seats of the car, Aiden started groaning as he felt uncomfortably cramped. Liam rushed to the back, thinking about how to help, and the only thing he could try was opening the door and pushing against Aiden’s massive body.

“So tight, everything’s so tight,” Aiden groaned, feeling his pecs pushing the front seats forward with their immense bulk.

Aiden groaned louder as his body expanded even more, making him more uncomfortable, but then, with another surge of growth, the door frame and the roof bent outward, and Aiden managed to wedge himself free, slowly stepping out of the SUV. The car rocked back into place, now visibly warped and relieved of the titanic burden.

As Aiden stood before Liam’s wide eyes, his muscles continued to grow, expanding and thickening with each passing second. The handsome colossus laughed and flexed his muscles as best as possible since he quickly approached immobility. As he began to walk toward the cabin, each step was a careful movement; his legs brushed against each other, limiting his range of motion. His arms, now enormous pillars of strength, hung away from his body, the biceps, triceps, and lats too large to allow them to rest naturally at his sides.

His chest expanded further, the pectoral muscles pushing out several feet in front of him. His back muscles, from the traps to the lats and lower back, looked like a powerful wall of marble, each movement causing waves of muscle to ripple beneath his skin. His massive ass looked like beach balls, hypnotically moving with each step he took. His yoga-ball-sized balls reached almost to the ground, and his 6-foot-long dick stood tall, reaching above his head while releasing a river of pre-cum that left a white, creamy trail behind him.

Liam ran to open the cabin’s double doors and marveled as Aiden struggled to fit through them. Once inside, the space seemed to shrink around Aiden’s enormous body, his muscles fighting for space even in the open interior. The place was huge; only the living room was about 20 feet wide, and the kitchen was almost as big.

“Welcome. Get comfortable and enjoy the show,” Aiden said as he collapsed on a huge couch, which immediately broke under his immense weight. “I think we made it just in time.”

Liam stood away, marveling at Aiden’s muscles bulging outward. Aiden’s moans grew louder, and his body expanded faster than inside the car. Liam realized that his recent growth spurt was only the effect of the muffins, but now he was growing back because the shrinking formula was wearing off.

Aiden’s pecs grew enormous in a blink, pushing about 10 feet in front of his torso and as broad as the whole living room. His nipples grew larger and looked engorged. Just as it had happened in the apartment, a constant river of milk started pouring out, instantly forming a white pool around him. Aiden tried to reach for his pecs to rub them because they were extremely full, but his massive biceps didn’t let him.

“So full! So incredibly full!” Aiden groaned and moaned loudly, prompting Liam to approach and massage Aiden’s pecs.

Then, Aiden’s shoulders broadened, soon getting slightly broader than his pecs, taking over most of the space in the living room. His traps and back muscles grew higher, forming a mighty wall of muscles around and behind Aiden’s handsome face. His arms inflated like air balloons, fighting for space with his enormous lats, which spread magnificently. His upper body alone looked bigger than Aiden’s wrecked car.

His legs thickened, and his ass grew enormous, pushing Aiden higher and giving him extra support to handle his weight while sitting on the destroyed couch. His calves were thicker than a heavyweight bodybuilder’s torsos. Each muscle group bulged so enormously that Aiden could barely move an inch.

Liam was speechless while Aiden continued to grow, much bigger than before, turning Liam more than ever before. Since Aiden’s body was so big, Liam climbed up to stand on his lap while Aiden’s dick and balls started expanding faster than the rest of his body. His dick grew to 20 feet long in a blink, quickly pushing 30 feet long without signs of stopping. His balls expanded and filled up the few free spaces left in the whole place. Aiden’s body took the living room and grew into the dining room and part of the kitchen.

By the time the growth stopped, Aiden’s hard dick was 50 feet long, pushing against the opposite wall and the roof. His balls spread across the room, 15 feet wide each and about 8 feet tall. Liam’s mouth watered, and even though he was worried about a lot of things, he jumped over Aiden’s enormous dick and stroked it with his arms. Aiden started moaning as the flow of pre-cum intensified, and the rivers of milk coming out of his nipples got thicker.

“We should call Chris and Sam,” Liam said, without really meaning it.

“Where’s your phone?” Aiden asked between moans.

“I don’t know. Where’s yours?” Liam replied.

“Who cares?” Aiden moaned louder as Liam moved closer to the head of his dick.

“Let’s worry about them later then,” Liam said, tightly hugging the head of Aiden’s dick, making it shoot a massive glob of pre-cum, which was quickly flooding the cabin.

“Yeah. Just keep going. Make me cum. My balls are so full,” Aiden said, feeling his balls tightening as they produced even more cum, much faster.

Aiden’s pre-cum leak intensified, prompting Liam to lick the dick slit to taste Aiden’s cum. Liam expected a salty taste like regular cum, but as he swallowed Aiden’s pre-cum, he realized it was sweet. Liam got lost in the tasteful pre-cum, teasing Aiden’s dick even more and taking him to the verge of a massive orgasm.

Liam thought about his apartment and the Big Boy’s Bakery owners, but as he felt Aiden’s dick throbbing hard and a massive tsunami of cum came out of his slit, Liam decided he could worry about that another day. He only wanted to enjoy his massively muscular former trainer and the sweet, creamy cum that he provided limitlessly. The cum and milk flooded the cabin in a few minutes and leaked outside through the double doors, flowing across the land and soon reaching the lake.

“I’ll never get tired of this sweet, tasteful cream,” Liam managed to say, taking a short break before continuing to drink Aiden’s cum and feeling his muscles slowly expanding.

“I don’t think I can ever stop cumming, so you can keep drinking forever. But don’t forget about my pecs; they’re so full,” Aiden said, moaning and enjoying the sensation of Liam’s “tiny” body hugging his dick. As big as he was, he couldn’t stop thinking about all the desserts on the Big Boy’s Bakery counter, hoping they would get him even bigger.

The End?

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Daily Dose of Magic - Part 4 (Preview)

“Yeah, yeah, we fell asleep in the same bed,” Bryon said casually, propping himself up on one elbow. “No big deal after you made me cum so much so many times.”

Blaine’s face grew even hotter, and his cock stirred awake. “Right. No big deal.” But he still felt weird about it, so he quickly changed the subject. “We should focus on your other problem,” he said, motioning towards Bryon’s still-enlarged cock and balls.

Bryon sat up properly now, stretching again before looking down at himself. His eyes immediately went to his genitals, and despite everything, he let out an appreciative whistle. “Man, look at this thing,” he said, running a hand over his still-massive cock and basketball-sized balls. “I had so much fun yesterday, but seeing them with a clearer mind is a whole different thing.”

“You sound way too excited about this,” Blaine said, unable to stop looking at the massive cock despite his flustered state. He had jerked the massive fuck tool off several times the day before but still struggled to process how big it was.

“Says the person who did this to me,” Bryon said, chuckling and cupping his massive balls experimentally, giving a gentle bounce as if testing their weight. Then he caressed their stretched shape, splaying his fingers across the smooth skin in awe. “This is insane,” Bryon whispered in disbelief. He trailed his fingers along his massive cock, noting its thickness and how it barely softened even in its resting state. He gave an experimental shift of his hips, watching how everything responded and how the heft made the slightest movements feel exaggerated.

[bigmusclenm]

They said I'm too big, but I still feel so small. I want more. Every set, every rep, every plate brings me closer. The mirrors can’t contain me, the weights tremble in my grip and everyone stares at my magnificence but I still want MORE! Beyond limits! 'Til nothing can contain me