Michverdun Morphs

“You sure about this, dude? I’m just saying this bed can maybe take 5 minutes of me being on it before it breaks, and that’s being generous. But if you’re okay with it then I don’t mind!”

He struggled to complete the pose, but not just from the amount of mass in the way. He let out a moan as he felt the familiar burn of new growth surge through him, pressing his pecs against his chin and making his titanic arms swell even further. He could feel his skin burn as it stretched to its limit, but it only gave him a rush. He knew he could get a whole lot bigger than this.

“Sorry about this darlin, I could’ve sworn this fair wasn’t so boring and empty a few years ago, and back then the drinks didn’t cost 10 fucking dollars. You wanna just go back to my place? There ain’t nothing here I wanna see but you, and I’m guessing you’d have more fun with these pecs than anything else around here.”

“So, you sure you don’t wanna try some? I can hook you up.”

“Nah man, I’m good… Is that seriously all it took to make you this big?”

“I’m telling you man, one shot and it kicked me into overdrive. I can’t stop fucking growing. I can feel my muscles growing dude, even right now. Like, look at these fucking arms man, BOOM! They’re bigger than your waist now! It feels so good man, fuck. Just being this big is making me horny as hell all the time. I’m pumping out like 3 loads a day and my balls still feel so full. I’m turning into a fucking freak man, I love it!”

“…Good to know.”

“So did you take a second dose, or…”

“Naw, that’s next week. I’m just coming off of the first one. Still growin’ like crazy though, fuck. Here, feel my shoulder. warm, right? That’s..mmhhh, that’s pure muscle being built right there. Pounds of it. I can feel my skin stretching to keep up, its so… oh god it feels so good.”

“And the, uh, other side effects?”

“Oh dude, I’m still horny as hell. I don’t really think I stop being hard anymore. I cum and in 30 seconds its hard as steel again. I gotta wear a condom 24/7 now just to try and avoid making a mess, but I had such a big load 2 days ago that the condom popped from just one load! Crazy stuff man, I really am a fucking beast now!”

“… So do you think you could still get me a dose?”

“O-okay I didn’t expect it to go this far, fuck, my skin feels so tight I–”

The rest of whatever he was about to say got cut off as he started to moan, his incredibly huge body swelling even further with thick muscle mass. Even with the distance from him you could feel the heat radiating off of him like a furnace, the air thick with the unmistakable scent of his sweat as he kept grunting and flexing. It was only as the growth momentarily slowed that he was able to form a full sentence again.

“Y'know, my muscles feel so tight right now, I bet if a cute guy were around to help massage them I’d feel a lot better.”

He smirked as he talked, bringing his arms together to squeeze his pecs. they completely engulfed his chin at this point. Goddammit, he knew big pecs were my weakness. You wanted to try and say something, but you were too horny to speak, instead just wordlessly making your way over to him.

Every step closer seemed to make him bigger, and not just through perspective. You could see the man swell outward with every passing second, each little growth spurt punctuated by a deep grunt. his shorts threatened to burst with the titanic quads stretching them out, to say nothing of his rapidly hardening cock. He slipped that monster out of his shorts, the foot long dick slapping up against his abs and reaching right to the bottom of his pecs.

When you finally got within arms reach of him, you didn’t know where to start. You could start with his mountainous chest, or those titanic quads, or even those freakishly large arms, each one as thick as your waist. there were just too many good options.

However, before you could decide, you felt his arms wrap around you and bring you in close for a bearhug. within moments all you could see was darkness as he shoved your head into his pecs, grinding up against you with his massive dick. All you could smell when you breathed in was his testosterone-laden musk, and all you could hear was the sound of his powerful heart along with a deep, rumbling voice.

“Sorry buddy,” he panted “I just, I-uh really needed this.”

As he spoke he started grinding up against you even faster, his cock soaking your entire front with gallons of pre. His growth only sped up, his forearms quickly taking up every inch of room on your back as his biceps squeezed your shoulders, even his balls swelled against your legs as he held you. You could feel he was getting close as his grinding got more erratic, the ecstasy of growing so big proving to be too much for him. His deep grunts quickly turned to whimpers as you could feel him shake, just barely keeping himself on the edge. In that moment, you pressed up against his cock a little more, and that was all it took for him to blow.

Within seconds you were hit in the face with his massive load, his cock head pointed right at the crevice of his pecs. After a couple of loads he let you go, both out of worry of drowning you and just because he started to flex again. It seemed almost involuntary as he hit a double bicep pose as he kept cumming. It lasted for 2 minutes straight, gallons of cum covering both of you and a good chunk of the room you were in, it was only when his balls were finally emptied that he came back to his senses and surveyed the damage. When he saw what he had done, he gave a sheepish grin and nervously scratched the back of his neck.

“Whoops, kinda got carried away there.” He chuckled. “We, uh, should probably go get cleaned up.”

He’s actually quite the distinguished gentleman, he just seemed to outgrow his clothes often. No sense in having a body like that without showing it off, right?

He bought a supplement to help him with gaining some muscle along with the home gym he set up in his basement, but he never expected this. He couldn’t see his feet anymore due to his chest, and the width in his shoulders made every doorway a challenge. The only clothes that fit on him now were his boxers and one of the baggiest pair of shorts he had, and those were starting to tear apart from the sheer mass they had to handle.

This wasn’t even mentioning the side effects, like how his dick was over a foot long and as thick as a beer can, with aching balls as big as grapefruits hanging beneath it. His refractory period was completely wiped out too, every time he came he was already aching for more. This always ended up with him eventually spending hours in the shower, cumming over and over again until he finally was exhausted enough to think about something other than his massive muscles for a few minutes.

Oddest part was, that supplement was advertised to “maximize muscle growth” for 30 days, but he was only on day 15 and he already was a fucking monster. Did it just front load all of the muscle growth for him, or was this only half of the mass he was going to gain?

I mean yeah, sure, he was late for work but how was he supposed to pass a mirror without giving a little flex? His boss could wait a little longer. Surely he could spend 5 minutes, or 10, or maybe close to half an hour flexing and feeling his– Listen. Mass like this took time to appreciate. You couldn’t rush it. He was growing fast, but it wasn’t instant or anything. There was time to see the changes. He wanted to be able to check every day, really see every ounce on mass, every extra centimeter on his arms.

Plus, with how good it felt to be this big? Feeling his shoulders and biceps fight for space, or how the scruff on his chin tickled his pecs? The tightness that every piece of clothing eventually succumbed to, shredding to pieces with a flex? The way his skin even felt tight as his muscles continued to grow, pushing his musculature past what anyone thought one man could have piled onto his frame? Those feelings needed to be savored.

When he was booked for this he was supposed to model more than just underwear, but the plans changed a bit when he showed up 200 pounds heavier than they expected. Frankly, they should just be glad he could even fit into the underwear.

“Stupid fuckin cars being too little, How’s anyone expecting me to fit in these damn things?”

After bombing a midterm spectacularly, you begged one of your TA’s for help, as anything less than an A would risk you not getting your degree in the last semester. He asked you to come over to his apartment… where he was wearing little more than some tight as hell gym shorts. He explained what he could, but when it was clear you needed a lot more help, he made a proposition.

“Here’s the deal. I’ll find some time to teach you when I can, but you’re gonna have to study yourself. So, If you get an A on the final exam, you can feel up these muscles whenever you want over summer break. Just give me a call. Hell, If you want I’ll even fuck you, and I’ll even go harder in the gym to get bigger for you. Sound good?”

He winked and bounced his pecs, and you said yes in a heartbeat. Now all that’s left is to actually ace that test. Better get to work.

They were in a bit of a friendly competition, biggest one by the end of the year wins. They were neck and neck, and with only a couple of months left there was no telling who would win. Not that it really mattered though, they were gonna just extend the competition another year anyway. The motivation was just too good to give up, and those two were going to keep each other growing until they couldn’t anymore.

Yeah the trip was great, I didn’t get any pictures though. I got distracted…. by the scenery. Yeah. Some real big mountains out there.

“So, you sure you don’t wanna try some? I can hook you up.”

“Nah man, I’m good… Is that seriously all it took to make you this big?”

“I’m telling you man, one shot and it kicked me into overdrive. I can’t stop fucking growing. I can feel my muscles growing dude, even right now. Like, look at these fucking arms man, BOOM! They’re bigger than your waist now! It feels so good man, fuck. Just being this big is making me horny as hell all the time. I’m pumping out like 3 loads a day and my balls still feel so full. I’m turning into a fucking freak man, I love it!”

“…Good to know.”

Can’t get enough of Rubiel

The last thing you expected to see at the new gym you were going to was him. You didn’t even see guys that were somewhat big around here, much less bigger than most bodybuilders. Striking up conversation with him, he told you that he’d only been working out for a few months. He just started to try and keep healthy and… kept growing, to the tune of over 100 pounds of pure muscle. He couldn’t tell you why it was happening, just that it had something to do with this place, other gyms just didn’t feel the same.

Maybe some of whatever he got will rub off on you somehow? Even if not, watching him lift was some pretty good motivation.

Brute got ready for a night out! He’s still not sold on the flares though…

Bigger Elliot

Ganondorf’s glorious glutes

from my side blog

“Come on, you’re not just gonna stare, are you? Muscles this big deserve at least a little worship, right?”

You know, I don’t think he’s right on that. I’ve seen other guys inject the same stuff he is and they’re getting similar results even with a different injection site. Am I going to tell him that? Fuck no! Every time he takes another dose he asks me to come over and “massage it in” (probably not helping much either) by feeling up his muscles. Pseudoscience be damned, I’m not giving that up.

I don’t think anything except tank tops will hit him at this point.

I mean, I had no clue my boyfriend was a werewolf until he told me which everyone keeps acting like it was obvious. I just thought he was really hairy and strong and that 437 pounds was just normal for a bodybuilder, y'know? That’s not too far out of the normal range is it?

Maybe the times where he would growl could’ve tipped me off… or the fact that he’d only seem to eat meat that was barely cooked… or the fact that he’d be busy one night every month and his truck would be haphazardly parked outside of the woods– Ok, Look. It all seems really obvious in hindsight but that wouldn’t be anyone else’s first thought either.

If I’m being honest, I don’t think I would’ve ever figured it out without him telling me, which is a good thing. If I had known earlier that there was a pack of werewolves in town that mostly consisted of huge hunky guys, I would’ve been insufferable.

Young Nihat still has lots of time to grow and grow and grow

Stephane

Ganondorf experiences a rush of power from his Secret Stone

from my side blog

Big Mao

My fellow German bodybuilder Patryk Galimski in a few years

Hassan is taking his place as king of the roidbulls.

His secret to getting so big was fairly straightforward: If he flexed really hard, he could grow from flexing alone. It took a few minutes in a pose before any mass to be added and it was fairly strenuous, but if he tried hard enough he could gain a pound of muscle in just a couple days. That adds up over the years.

Here’s a fair warning though, any praise or feeling up his muscles mid flexing causes that growth to skyrocket. Last guy who did that got him to grow 10 pounds in 30 minutes, and got him so horny he couldn’t think about anything but getting off for the next 3 hours. I think he said he pumped out about 5 loads before he could calm down to a more normal level. If that’s what you want though, I’m sure he’d be happy to do that again.