Muscle Fantasy Island 12
by Londonboy
Every man in the room was breathing heavier than a guy that had just finished two straight marathons. The simultaneous orgasms caused by the quick evolution of Mason’s body into the ultimate muscle daddy had simply been too much for everyone to handle – including the now older stud, himself. It was definitely going to take a few minutes for everyone to recover from their reaction to having a true alpha male in their pack. Mason looked at his boys and felt like a lion protecting his den. There were his pups now, and he was there to give and receive pleasure at his will.
The heavy breathing in the room was interrupted suddenly by something that could only be described as a sonic boom. George and Adrian quickly covered their ears trying to prevent the pain the noise caused. Everyone, however, quickly turned their attention to the middle of the bed because they knew where the sound was coming from and, more importantly, they knew what it meant. Worn out cocks immediately sprang to attention from the excitement of what was to come.
Henry, the super-strong Englishman, was lying on the middle of the bed and his body was more rigid than a chunk of marble. The sound that was coming from his tensed body was so powerful that everyone else knew it was a slight glimpse of what the man was about to become. Everyone forced their tired bodies to either move to the edge of the bed or slid off the side of the mattress so they could stand and get a better look. If someone had glanced in the window it would have surely looked like a motley group of men about to have a circle jerk on the fellow lying on the bed – but they would have been partly wrong. Most of all, the guys that were standing wanted to watch Henry’s transformation, but each man knew that another orgasm would surely be the end result. In a flash the rigor mortis that seemed to have taken over the tall man’s body stopped and his arched back fell back on the bed. Henry stopped screaming for a few seconds and took a deep breath, making his chest and stomach inflate tremendously. The deep inhale was followed by a second foghorn-like bellow, which was not as piercing, and his body went stiff as rock again. This time, however, his body began to change.
“Fuck, boys, look at his feet!” Mason said quickly.
Everyone glanced to the lower end of the tall man’s frame. Adrian gasped out loud as he saw the Englishman’s toes slowly growing fatter and elongating like hot lava stretching out from the base of a volcano – creating landmass that didn’t previously exist. Harry had certainly learned how to play around with morphing programs on the computer since he had discovered online porn many years ago, but watching a body change in real life was just fucking awesome. At some point every man in the room secretly wished Henry had been wearing boots or something so they could have watched his now powerful growing toes easily bust through leather.
“Shit, this is better than watching Lou Ferrigno turning into the Hulk!” Mason exclaimed, but no one was really listening.
Henry’s toes were now insanely out of proportion compared to the rest of his feet. It was like someone had attached the toes of the largest man on earth to a newborn baby. The largest toe, on the end, was bigger than the rest of Henry’s foot. That exact moment is when the decibel level of the scream being released from the man’s mouth increased and the bones, muscles, and skin of his feet began to expand. Dark hair grew on the top of his giant toes while each actual foot began to become what seemed the size of an adolescent boy’s torso. It was one of the creepiest things Harry had ever seen, but it was also pure sex-on-a-stick – a big stick, at that. It was unclear if Henry’s skinny legs were going to be able to handle the new weight of the now giant dogs, but then everyone remembered the man’s incredible new strength and realized he had changed internally first so he would actually live through this part of his transformation. Once the two feet were finished growing to the size of a large beach towel, Henry’s body collapsed on the mattress again and he was able to take another deep breath – so deep that it seemed like he was sucking in enough air to cause his different body parts to balloon up to their unbelievable size.
“Damn, look at the size of those feet, men,” Mason hollered loudly, like a cowboy. “Just think about how that is a preview of how big the guy’s cock is going to grow.”
This thought caused the rest of the group of men to moan out loud. Henry began his third deep rumble-like cry – and it sounded like his feet had intensified the volume of a megaphone implanted in the guy’s throat. Harry was worried that the vibrations from the noise were going to cause the bungalow to fall down around them. This thought disappeared quickly as his gaze – along with everyone else’s – was drawn to the loudly stretching body of the man on the bed. Harry remembered a toy he had given to a nephew many years ago called Stretch Armstrong – and that’s exactly what Henry’s body now looked like. It was as if a giant force was tugging on both ends of the Englishman – causing his torso to extend further out quickly. His feet moved beyond the end of the bed in seconds. Henry’s head hit the headboard hard and shoved it into the wall. There was suddenly a loud snap as the base of the bed was pushed from the heavy piece of oak at the top, easily broken by Henry’s body shoving the bed from the wall. George had to jump to the side to prevent getting run over by the moving piece of furniture.
“Shit, look how big the boy is growing,” Mason said, and his voice made it clear the big daddy loved the growing size of Henry. “He’s gonna be taller than the bungalow!”
Every guy in the room nodded their head, except for Henry, who was still as tense and hard as marble. He also continued to yell at a level that was still forceful, but softer, enabling the other guys to concentrate on the fact that the Brit’s body was morphing into something beyond the Hulk. His new size helped every guy to ignore the noise from his mouth and just focus on his monstrous developing body. By this point the lower part of his legs hung completely off one end of the king-sized bed and everything shoulders and above stuck off the other. Again, without any warning, Henry’s body went limp and the loud deep yelling ceased. Heavy breathing was the only sound filling the room, but it was clear that Henry’s new body was so big that the noise made by his breathing more than equaled the others put together. The big guy sounded like a steam engine just pulling out of a station.
“Cool, he must be over eight feet tall,” Adrian whispered – making it seem like he was trying not to wake the giant. “Or taller.”
Henry had his eyes closed tight, but his face slowly began to un-tighten and the man relaxed. The sides of his mouth slowly began to curve upward and his face broke into a smile that made it clear he was beginning to feel really good. Deep guttural moans began to escape from his throat and it made every other guy shoot instantly harder than he already was. The sound was something primeval and powerful – like a warrior calling other companions into battle. Harry gasped out loud when he noticed Henry’s cock start to vibrate slowly – pulsing back and forth.
“Oh hell guys, his cock’s about to grow,” Harry said, moving closer to the bed. “This is going to be awesome.”
The room was suddenly filled with a strange sound. It was like someone had a balloon and they were rubbing their hand on its side. It was a stretching noise – as if a large piece of saran wrap was being pulled from the roll. It took a while, but each man finally realized why the glorious reverberation was such a turn-on – it was the sound of Henry’s cock growing. Four sets of eyes zoomed in on the hard prick in the middle of the Englishman’s elongated body. The guy attached to the growing pipe kept his eyes shut because the pleasure being induced by his dick’s sudden morphing was almost too much to handle. Henry decided it would be best if he didn’t watch the transformation, in hopes that he would be able to prevent himself from spewing with wild abandon until he was finished. With his eyes tightly shut he was also able to enjoy the orgasmic pleasure shooting through his enlarged body.
“Shit, it’s like a film of a seed growing into a plant set on fast forward!” Mason shouted. “Look at Henry’s fucking cock getting bigger than my arm!”
“You mean bigger than one of your legs,” exclaimed Harry quickly.
It was true, the Brit’s cock was like a breathing organism that they were all watching under a microscope – growing and doubling, no, tripling its size in less than a minute. It was one of the most beautiful sights Mason had ever seen. The tall skinny Henry had begun with a long thin shaft that wasn’t much to write home about. It was now, however, the thickness of a telephone pole and as long as a small man’s torso. It was intensely rigid and had a vein running along its length that seemed as fat as a garden hose. It was ten times the size of the dicks on Harry’s stallions back in Texas. Everyone was pretty sure that no animal on earth carried such a huge cum-weapon. It was now perfectly clear that Henry was morphing into something beyond huge – he was going to be the perfect example of what men meant when they used the word behemoth. They say the size of a man’s tool usually matched his feet and his hands. This thought caused Mason’s tongue to start wagging like a dog in heat. Henry’s feet were already gigantic, but the idea of his hands and his arms growing into proportion with the huge cock arching out from his still thin body made the muscle daddy’s mind almost overload with excitement. Mason forced his gaze to move from the still expanding rod to Henry’s hands, but Adrian’s focus was already there.
“Um, guys. I think you need to get a look at the guy’s hands,” Adrian said excitedly.
It was hard to look at both hands at the same time because the changes to his body were obviously now making the big guy feel fantastic because the giant cock suddenly sprang to full attention. It looked like someone was raising the center pole of a circus tent on his tiny body. It had to be four feet long and thicker than hell. Adrian noticed that his own face was basically even with the fat mushroom-shaped head. Henry was still lying on the bed, but his skyscraper cock had shot up as tall as a grown man. It looked completely out of place on Henry’s still narrow frame.
“His cock is thicker than his entire body!” Harry said, almost out of breath from the excitement.
“Not for long, boys,” Mason shot back, “not for long.”
The room was suddenly filled with a sound similar to being stuck in a small space with a hundred bass drums being pounded on at the same time. It was hard to figure out what was causing the noise, but then it became obvious that Henry was finding much pleasure from his developing body. The thunderous rumble was the man’s increased moaning - like he was a herd of buffalo during mating season. Blood started pumping back and forth through the thick vein on his towering huge dick. The balls at the base of his cock suddenly ballooned up to something close to the size of tractor tires and it was clear they had miraculously filled up with gallons of fresh giant-Henry semen. Everyone suddenly shook with excitement because they realized they would soon be seeing those huge nuts and that powerful cannon shoot enough thick cum to cover the entire room. This thought, along with the anticipated further changes was too much for Mason. The muscle daddy had recently shot a big load of his man juice, but a second round ejaculated out from his rigid pole without any encouragement from his or anyone else’s hand. Momentarily, everyone turned to look at the hairy older man as ropes of thick muscle milk blasted onto the edge of the bed and floor. Mason screamed like his insides were being ripped from his body, but the giant’s moans of ecstasy were pretty loud and they almost drowned out all other sounds.
“Damn, boys, that was the most intense thing I’ve ever felt,” Mason screamed, when his body had finally recovered.
Again, no one paid attention to him, though. They were too focused on Henry’s morphing hands. The Brit was grabbing the sheets and clenching his fists tightly and then releasing them. Each time he tensed, his fingers seemed to double in size. Soon, the man’s hands were bigger than Harry’s head, but then they quickly shot to something much larger. It was clear that Henry would soon be able to palm a Smart car without any problem. His fingers seemed longer than George’s arms. The giant sized mitts looked normal next to the enormous cock, but attached to Henry’s thin arms ended up making him look like a cartoon. When the monstrous hands un-clenched for the last time Mason marveled at how the meat on the large fingers looked like flexed biceps. Henry could have bent his forefinger and it would have looked equal to some guy’s upper arms – and it was probably even more powerful.
“Those hands look like they belong to the Hulk!” Adrian said with much excitement.
“They’re not hands!” Mason exclaimed. “They’re fucking human cranes. The guy’s fingers look like they could poke through a wall of concrete like it was tissue paper.”
“Look at the veins across the back of his hands, they’re creeping up his forearms,” George added, causing everyone’s gaze to move upward.
Mason was quickly reminded of being a kid and hooking up balloons to a faucet to fill them with water. As soon as you turned the handle, the heavy liquid would stretch the rubber into a big tool for battle. The same thing was happening to Henry’s veins. Dark blood was pulsing up the guy’s arms, causing cable-like hard tubes to push out from the man’s thin limbs. At the same time Henry’s forearms were expanding dramatically from the wrist upward. It was as if small detonators had been planted every few inches underneath his skin and when they went off a different part of his long arms would suddenly be a hundred times thicker and larger. It seemed that each arm had to match the giant vein or the blood pumping through would be too much for the skinny twigs, which were now slowly becoming redwoods.
“Damn, those forearms look like they are popping out to be thirty inches thick,” Adrian gasped.
“I have a feeling they are not going to stop there,” Harry answered back.
Again, a sound like that of rubber being stretched filled the room. Henry’s forearms were blasting past anything that seemed humanly possible. The veins that snaked every which way on the lower part of his arms kept pumping more than blood into his growing limbs – they were obviously surging the man’s body with something else. It suddenly became clear that the Brit was churning out actual hard meaty muscle like a puberty stricken teen juiced out semen. It was the sexiest thing the men had ever seen, muscle being created beneath the skin at the rate of maybe ten pounds per minute. Suddenly the bed collapsed to the ground with a big thud. The weight of Henry’s growing body had become too much and it wasn’t even halfway through with its transformation.
“God help me boys, but when those fucking biceps begin to explode, this muscle daddy may just pass out,” Mason exclaimed in voice that revealed just how worn out he truly was.
Everyone else was rubbing their cocks raw from the anticipation of Henry’s upper arms bulging out to the size of those wrecking balls they use to knock down buildings. As a matter of fact, that’s exactly how Mason now viewed his growing muscle boy – as a human wrecking machine. The muscle daddy had already begun to fantasize about all the things that Henry was going to be able to do with his monstrous body. The moaning of the man on the bed grew louder as everyone watched powerful muscle suddenly pound its way into the guy’s arms. His biceps flared out like they were huge bags of popcorn in a giant microwave. It was instantaneous and beyond description. Hard thick muscle doubled on itself, then tripled, and then everyone lost count. Henry’s arms merely became big enough to match his enormous hands. The monstrous biceps were bigger than Adrian if he curled up into the fetal position. Any of the men watching could have thrown a saddle over the vein-covered muscled peaks and ridden the huge fuckers like a horse. Each guy also knew they would have been easily bucked off the mounds of muscle if Henry had simply flexed a few times. The giant bulges looked tensed beyond belief, but it was clear that Henry’s body was mostly relaxed. He was still in the throes of intense pleasure as more muscle pumped into his arms, the same way his cock continued to be filled with super cum.
“Oh my fucking goodness,” Harry yelled as he gazed at the arms.
Henry’s elongated frame was quickly filling out to mind-blowing proportions. His shoulders seemed to morph to their new size quicker than any other part of his body. In an instant, Henry’s small head was resting on a plateau that was much wider than the king size bed. Muscles on top of muscles protruded from Henry’s traps and delts. Earlier, he had held one guy in place on his narrow shoulders, but now it looked like all four men could have sat side-by-side just one massive side. There wasn’t much time to gawk at the guy’s new battering rams sticking out from his head, because the chest began to expand next. Every man gasped out loud as the upper torso of Henry began to grow to the size of a small Zeppelin. The pecs became bigger than any other part of the man’s body, molding into something that would have made Michelangelo cream in his pants with excitement. Henry’s nipples were bigger than Adrian’s balled up fists and were now so erect that everyone was sure you could have pounded them with a sledgehammer and not even dented them. Mason instantly knew a small man could be easily held in the valley between the two massive mounds of muscle and even crushed to death if Henry chose to squeeze his pecs together.
“The four of us could use his fucking chest as a bed,” Harry said, drooling.
“And still have room for others.” Mason added.
Everyone had been so intent on his growing chest that they had missed the fact that Henry’s head had grown to match the rest of him. His face had boomed into a much more handsome giant version of what he was before. The chin and jaw line were so cut that it looked like skin-colored marble chiseled to perfection. Henry’s skull was now bigger than George’s chest. The giant’s moaning suddenly stopped and it took a few seconds for everyone to realize that the rest of his body had caught up while everyone was gazing at his face. His stomach had twelve rows of powerful looking abdominals and a trail of fur ran down the middle all the way to the bush of hair around his still erect giant cock.
“Holy shit, look at those legs!” Mason suddenly exclaimed, breaking the new silence in the room.
Every head turned to look at the massive tree-trunk like thighs and bulging calves that stuck out beyond the edge of the bed. Two of the men put together would not have equaled the size of Henry’s upper legs. There were muscles with deep ridges and veins everywhere. His calves ballooned out as wide as Mason’s hips. One of Henry’s legs alone looked like a fucking giant, but when attached to the rest of him their bulk made perfect sense. He needed some huge doublewide girders to hold up the hulking frame above his waist. The man now seemed like some kind of giant statue you’d see on the outside of a towering Greek structure. The humongous Brit took a deep breath, which caused his gargantuan chest to swell up even more. Every other guy jumped back from the bed – scared by the sudden movement of the enormous man. They stared at Henry’s beautiful face and Adrian let out a whimper when the giant opened his eyes. Even though they anticipated some growth for their friend, they had never dreamed he would be this big. It was terrifying to see how huge he had to become to match the incredible strength they had all already witnessed and loved. Henry raised his head and took a long look at his body. A big smile crept across his giant face. He raised his arms and it looked like two small cranes swinging upward. The behemoth then flexed his massive guns, laughed out loud, and turned his head to the right so he could kiss the giant biceps. He then turned back to look at the guys standing around him. When he spoke it sounded as loud as the strongest sound system ever used at a rock concert.
“This feels fucking fantastic, gentlemen,” boomed Henry. “And now for some release.”
If the sound of his voice had not been enough to make every man quiver in fear, what happened next sent chills and thrills through everyone’s body. Seeing his own changed body and kissing his gigantic biceps had sent Henry beyond the point of return, his cock began to ejaculate and it made the room shake like some cannon was being shot off. The first blast of enhanced Henry juice torpedoed straight up and blasted a hole in the ceiling. Plaster and bits of ceiling fell down around the men and everyone could immediately see stars in the sky above. There was no time to marvel at what had just happened, though, since a volcano like eruption followed – spurred on by Henry’s bombastic shouts of pure sexual bliss. Thick as hell milky cum sprayed into the air and fell everywhere, covering all of the men and the entire room. It suddenly looked like a snowy night in the dead of winter. The sweet musky smell of Henry’s manhood permeated everything. It felt like the assault of his ejaculation would never end. Mason briefly worried that the smaller men would drown in Henry’s juice when it completely filled the interior of the bungalow, but finally the giant’s cock stopped spewing and deflated slightly. Henry’s powerful chest was heaving up and down and it looked like the floor of a bounce house when children are jumping around. A stilled silence fell over the room and Mason took it upon himself to break the ice.
“Well, it seems the boy is finally talking like the big man he’s become. I thought he’d never use the f-word,” Mason said jokingly.
Everyone laughed, even Henry – although his sounded more like a thunderous rumble. Each man was glistening now that they were covered in the big man’s spunk. Henry sat up on the destroyed bed and George fell backwards over a chair as he quickly jumped away from the sight that made everyone nervous. Henry was sitting on a destroyed bed, which was resting on the floor and yet his body still towered over the other men. They guy had to be over twelve feet, since half of his body was as tall as the others. This was too much to try and take in at one moment. Although every other guy was turned on beyond belief, it was also a little unnerving to be around something so big.
“He’s fucking bigger than a Transformer,” Adrian exclaimed.
This made everyone chuckle nervously. Henry was beginning to understand what was going on and why everyone was acting a little weird. He looked down at his huge hands, turning them over and almost drooling when he gazed at the huge veins that snaked up his forearms. He even looked at his feet, which were now halfway across the room. He tensed his massive legs and everyone moaned when his thighs exploded with striations as big as other men’s legs. The big man turned to the others, every guy had now moved even further away – well, everyone, but Mason. The muscle daddy was standing close and looking at Henry like he was a giant slab of beef ready to be devoured. Henry’s need to please his muscle daddy had only increased with his size. He smiled at Mason and leaned toward him, bursting with excitement.
“Daddy likes what he sees, doesn’t he?” bellowed the big Henry.
His excitement got the best of him and it caused him to put a lot of force behind his statement. The powerful air emitted from his body actually hit Mason like a blast of water and knocked him on his butt. The warm breath felt like a gust of desert wind to the muscle daddy. It caused the semen covering his body to dry instantly. Henry was shocked by what he had done and he reached out to grab Mason. With one of his big hands he grasped his muscle mentor by his side and stood him back up. To the other men it looked like a kid playing with his GI Joe doll.
“I am sorry, sir,” Henry said quickly.
“Hell no, son,” Mason responded loudly, “that thrilled me more than getting the chance to fuck an entire pro football team in one evening. Shit, you are one huge fucker, Henry. Look at those monster muscles. I can’t even begin to fathom what it must feel like – to be that huge.”
“It feels this good, sir,” Henry answered.
After he responded he balled up his right fist and brought it down to the floor, not even using all of his strength. The powerful impact of his big hand on the ground shook the entire bungalow. Furniture moved, a few windows shattered, and all four of the other men were jostled to the ground. Once everything stopped shaking, Henry smiled at Mason, who was now able to stand back up. Henry had shown off to impress his muscle daddy and Mason knew it. He was proud of his boy, but he knew the man’s actions were frightening the others.
“That’s pretty impressive, son,” Henry said in an affirming voice, “but let’s not scare the little guys, okay?”
Mason tilted his head back in the direction of the other men. Henry looked up and saw that his three friends were kind of cowering in the corner of the room. He broke into a big smile that was both devious and innocent at the same time. He wanted to play a little, that was clear. He reached out and righted a chair that had fallen over near the bed. He took his hand and began to crush the heavy oak wood on the back of the chair with little effort as he spoke.
“They do not need to be scared, sir,” Henry said with a twinkle in his eye. “I have had a day to get used to all the power in this body. Having the size to match my strength is just an added bonus. I am still the fun guy that loved showing off earlier this evening. It is funny how you guys weren’t scared when I was smaller, but still had all this super ability.”
“Well it is kind of like meeting King Kong for the first time, Henry,” Harry said, taking a step toward the giant. “And I’m kind of feeling as small as Fay Wray.”
“You mean Naomi Watts,” Adrian corrected, causing everyone to look at him.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I meant,” Harry said, rolling his eyes. “It’s one thing to see you easily crush a giant oak chair with just your bare hands when you’re our size, but it is a whole different ball game when you’ve turned into a non-green Hulk.
By this point the chair was just a pile of splinters and cloth on the floor. Henry had basically destroyed the thing with just two fingers. His cock was throbbing again, just from the thrill of demolishing something so easily. Everyone else had watched the chair being crushed and it had caused the same reaction. Even if they were slightly scared of Henry’s size, his strength was just too awesome to not be drawn to the man like a moth to the flame. They didn’t realize that Henry was still the same guy inside. He had always craved strength, but not to hurt people. He wanted it to show off and to fight injustice. A hangover from his childhood, he knew, but still a powerful force in his life.
“Gentlemen, you do not have to be frightened,” Henry assured them. “I am still the same Henry. It is just that what is on the outside now matches all that I am on the inside. We are all going to have a lot of fun with this body. Here, let me show you.”
Henry twisted his body and then pushed his huge frame up until he was squatting. Mason let out a moan of pleasure as he now glimpsed how truly huge the boy had become. Henry looked up, noticing his head was near the ceiling. He took one of his big hands, turned the palm upward, and then pressed it against the plaster and wood above him. He shoved his hand upward, meeting little resistance, and pushed a huge chunk of the ceiling away from the bungalow. The guys below knew that the piece of roof had traveled through the air many yards away and they heard it hit the ground with a thud. Henry was now able to stand up fully and the sight was magnificent. Harry had been stroking himself the entire time, and even though he was pretty sure he had emptied his cock completely for the evening, seeing the giant man standing there in all his muscled glory was just too much. Also, Harry had begun to notice something different about how he felt. Even though he had the outside appearance of a college jock, he had retained the insides of an old man. This time, when his cock began to spew cum, it wasn’t the slight dribble he had gotten used to in recent years. No, this time, he shot a massive load of vibrant white milk when his cock spat the first time. Several other long thick gobs of cum that would have made any porn star jealous followed it. Everyone was staring at the college stud.
“Well it looks like someone’s innards are now matching the muscles on the outside,” Mason hollered as he clapped at the young man’s continuing ejaculation. “Harry, my boy, I bet you are feeling better right now than a twink with his legs in the air getting plowed by some hairy muscle daddy. Shit, I bet you’ll be ready to shoot again before I can count to ten. There ain’t nothing hotter than a college muscle stud that loves lots of cock. Damn, you’re hot boy.”
By this point Harry’s dick had finished spewing and it was true, his body was on fire with good feelings. All the aches and pains Harry had experienced over the last few years had disappeared. He was more alive than he could ever remember feeling a day in his life. He had always wanted to know what it would have felt like to be a big muscled stud in his college years and now the sensations on the inside matched what he looked like when he glanced in the mirror. Harry’s transformation was complete. He was the ultimate college jock – easily being ready for football, wrestling, bodybuilding, and fucking. These were all the essential activities for a life in college. Mason moved over to the strapping stud and reached out with both hands to tweak the guy’s hard nipples. Mason latched on hard and twisted as he pulled.
“Watch this, boys. His nips are connected directly to that big tool between his legs.” Mason shouted, wanting to be heard over Harry’s immediate moans of pleasure, which started when the muscle daddy had begun pinching his nipples.
Harry’s cock immediately shot back hard and then started the quick upward rise until it slapped against his tight stomach. Mason let go of the right chest plug and wrapped his big hand around Harry’s tool, stroking it slowly and hard. Harry raised his hands like he was going to try and force Mason’s hands off of his cock – obviously thinking he was too spent for another release. Mason, the ultimate muscle daddy, would have none of that.
“Put those hands down, son,” ordered Mason, “I’m going to show you that your body can produce your college-boy seed as quickly as any of us choose to milk you. You’re my plaything now, boy and I’m going to make you very happy. Your big daddy knows how to please his sons.”
Mason’s husky voice and the expert work he was doing on Harry’s nip and cock was simply too much for the college stud. Within seconds he was thrusting out more of his thick man honey – this time producing even more because he was so turned on by the daddy standing next to him. Once the cock had emptied its last ounce of cum, Mason ran his forefinger across the slit of the fat head and then brought it to his lips, sucking a little of Harry’s young muscle sap.
“Yeah, that sure is one of the sweetest things I’ve ever tasted, boy,” Mason added, peering into Harry’s happy face. “You pumped out even a bigger load for your daddy. That makes me very proud boy, very proud. I’m going to have to reward you soon by fucking that gorgeous tight ass of yours. You’d like that wouldn’t you.”
The hairy muscle man’s words caused Harry’s tired cock to quickly turn hard again. Everyone else was getting much pleasure from this little exchange – even the gigantic Henry. His monster cock was sticking out from his body like a steel girder attached to a building. Mason was tempted to go over and use it for a few chin-ups or as a place to sit down, knowing full well it would easily hold his entire weight.
“How in the hell are you going to ever be able to fuck anyone, Henry?” Adrian asked out of the blue, truly concerned for his new friend.
The young boy had moved over near the enormous man and was looking at the cock that was basically as large as his own small body. The other guys turned and immediately understood the question. Henry’s size and his power would rip any man in two if he tried to penetrate even the biggest guy’s ass. Everyone was so horny that they couldn’t imagine not being able to have sex – it just seemed like a big downfall for being such a huge fucking powerful giant.
“It is easy, Adrian. I will just start fucking big generators, the front end of busses, or the thick walls of buildings. I can find lots of tight places that will give me pleasure. There is something fucking orgasmic about the idea of sticking my powerful cock into a big engine while it’s running. Feeling my thrusts destroying the machine each time I enter. Or watching a big building crumble just because my dick rips apart its foundation, now that would be nice. Yes, do not worry about me, little man, I will be fucking the sides of mountains before you know it.”
“Oh god, that’s so hot,” Adrian exclaimed. “You got to let me watch when you do that.”
“Let me do a little showing off right now, gentlemen,” Henry added. “I’ve always wanted to bust through walls like the Incredible Hulk, but I think that’s too easy. I want to show you that I can now simply walk through walls.”
Henry turned his big body toward the wall that was still standing at the edge of the hole he had created in the roof. Henry walked toward it and never stopped. The men noticed that the floor vibrated heavily as Henry stepped across it. When his body met the thick concrete wall he easily kept going, as if he were stepping through a light sheen of mist. His stiff cock hit the wall first and busted a hole and then the rest of the concrete merely crumbled as his hard muscles powered through without any effort. Henry turned around and brushed some chunks of wall off his now fully erect cock. The behemoth was smiling like a proud first grader. He then reached out and grabbed a tall palm tree with one hand. His fingers wrapped around most of the trunk. With one slight tug he ripped the tree from the ground. He then brought the long thing into the air, like a javelin, and then brought his hand back. Henry then sent the tree flying through the air and it disappeared into the darkness of night. Everyone was sure the thing had easily traveled to the other side of the island.
“Aw fuck, boy, now you’re just showing off,” Mason said, and his voice was full of awe and lust.
“Yes sir, I am. I am, indeed,” replied Henry. “Would you care to join me for some more muscle fun?”
“Hell yeah, boy, hell yeah,” exclaimed Mason. “Come on, my big college stud. I’m going to need a tight muscle ass to fuck while I’m watching old Henry, here, destroying things and testing the limits of his strength.”
Henry had already turned around and was moving through the jungle, creating an obvious and convenient path as he easily knocked down trees and shoved anything else out of the way as he walked. Mason and Harry had to run to catch up with the long muscled legs of the giant Brit. They were all definitely ready and excited to have some more muscle fun.
“Hey, wait guys. I’m about to change! I can feel it!” Adrian called out as the three others disappeared into the night. “Don’t you want to see what I become?”
“I do,” George said softly and Adrian turned to look at him. “Grow for me, man.”
Adrian’s immediate and powerful lust for the pilot took complete control of his now changing body. He moved toward the guy even as he started to feel a new energy shooting through every one of his muscles.
To be continued?