O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

Witch Hunt: Ghost in the Machine 1-2

by ONIX

Part 1

Every story begins somewhere.

This story began here.

The house itself is not much to look at. It’s a simple separated row home on a quiet city street. It’s close to a local college and has been rented by students and post grads for years. It has four bedrooms, a decent sized yard and is quite charming in its old-fashioned way.

The years of bachelor renters had ended, though. Now, the house was a home. Eric “Red” Redman and his partner Hank had bought the house. They were both old-fashioned guys, who saw the potential in the property. They had a common goal; to use all their workman’s knowledge and blue collar skill to renovate the house. It was an easy decision. Red was excited to install new floorboards and fuck Hank on them. Hank was excited to re-tile the kitchen and get fucked in it. Red wanted to watch Hank build a new fireplace, wearing only his work belt and a smile. Hank wanted to watch Red mow the lawn wearing nothing but his work boots and a smile.

It was a wet dream-home for both of them.

…however due to the lagging economy and the unreliability of their manual labor careers, it had suddenly turned into a nightmare.

Red sat at the kitchen table. His burly frame was slumped over bills, clad only in a pair of tight briefs and a scowl. His beefy torso dripped errant trails of sweat through the swatch of his furry pelt. His labor-built muscles twitched in irritation. He looked around and remembered of how simple things had been when he had just rented this place. When Gino, Brian and Damien were coming and going like burglars in the night. ..That was when everything was just so much easier. He sighed.

It was easier but it was missing something…

What had been missing came up behind him and put his arms around him. His lover and best-friend Hank, held him tightly. Hank had been Red’s partner, lover, boy and husband for years now. The stocky blue collar man had shaggy brown hair and a muscled body that was slightly dusted with fur. His little hunk was wandering around in his own pair of tighty-whiteys… they had an obvious hole in their ass. Hank’s shorter, wider chest pressed against Red’s huge back. He nibbled on Red’s ear, like a playful puppy, and whispered, “Drink your beer and relax. We’ll figure something out.” Red turned and gave his brawny boy a hard and aggressive kiss, that quickly degraded into a dominant tongue fucking. Hank grabbed the back of Red’s neck and tussled his Long hair. The macho bottom began to moan and plead eagerly for Red’s forceful attention

Yes. To get the thing you want the most. There is often a price.

The raging erection that was sloping out of Red’s briefs, made it all worth it.

Hank’s handsome, scruffy mug smiled down at him. Red’s throbbing cock twitched in sexual anticipation, “Looks like you need me to take care of that.”

Red shook his big mane of dark hair and slapped his huge dick back underneath his briefs. His huge bush peeked over the waistband. “No… I gotta focus on these bills.” He rumbled disappointedly.

Hank sighed heavily, his wide heavy chest heaving in frustration, “I wish you would at least consider me taking that Oil rig job… it pays so fucking good.”

Red slammed a big fist down on the table and roared “NO!” He grabbed Hank’s callused hand, “I won’t have you going away for six months at a time. I won’t fucking do it. You belong in MY BED- EVERY NIGHT.”

Hank gave him a sweet, sad look.

The doorbell rang.

Red growled angrily and grabbed a pair of jeans from the laundry room. He slid them on, absently leaving the fly undone, revealing the top of his hairy groin and the long stretch of his treasure highway.

Hank ducked upstairs to get dressed. Red chuckled. His lover was such a prude about some shit.

Ha! Red thought. There was a time I was a prude, but that was before he had become the manly, testosterone sweating, man-beast, he was meant to be. He proudly tossed his mane of black hair back and bounced his meaty pecs.

He opened the door and scowled at the two men who stood impatiently on the doorstep.

His mortgage reps were an un-likely and extremely un-dynamic duo. The older and obviously more skilled banker was Chistopher Herschfeld. He was 30ish. He had an expensive and polished look about him. He presented more like an overpriced watch, then a person. His short brown hair had a smart side part, and he had an athletic build underneath his pricey suit. Christopher had a handsome face that spoke of intelligence and insight. Also a prominent nose, dark eyes and a total lack of social skill, that spoke of his sheltered wealthy Jewish upbringing. He was quietly gorgeous in a reserved and distant way. At 6’3” he beautiful and distant, like the moon. He was also as warm as an ice cube. The guy never showed emotion. It was obvious his job had sucked all the fun and casualness from his soul. Red had made the mistake of calling him “Chris” once… and was quickly corrected. Christopher gave Red his usual stare of condescension and spoke quietly into his Phone.

The second, was Steven Thorn; an awkwardly pretty hipster, in his late 20’s. He talked a lot and rarely seemed aware of how rude he was. His vocabulary and aloof attitude marked him as a former ivy leaguer. He kept his light brown mop of hair in a trendy manicured mess, above thick dark glasses. He was 5’8 with a nice masculine build, with a taunt little belly. It was hard to believe but he was the nicer of the two. Steven, was usually who Red tried to deal with. Red got the impression that Steven was trying to be his friend or was at least intimidated by Red’s muscled body. Steven wore a tight little retro suit, with a thin tie. He spent his time staring uncomfortably at his phone, avoiding eye-contact. Steven was a talker and a charmer. The perfect good cop to Christopher’s SS Officer. Red didn’t miss Steven’s game at all. He was slick. He was a sales guy. Red didn’t trust him as far as he could throw him, and judging from the pretty boy’s slim, vegetarian build… that would actually be incredibly far. The guy was as arrogant as Christopher he just tried to cover it by constantly blowing smoke up your ass.

Christopher put a hand over the speaker of his phone. “Mr. Redman. You’ve missed your last three appointments. We’re here to give you formal notice of foreclosure.” Then he just went back to his call.

Steven continued to stare at his phone as it beeped and chimed at him.

“WHAT!?” Red yelled. “YOU’RE HERE TO WHAT!?”

Christopher’s handsome face screwed in exasperation and he mumbled into his phone. He put it in his pocket, “Let’s just stay calm. This isn’t going to devolve into a bar room brawl. Please try to keep your temper.”

“You’re going to fucking…”

Christopher gave him a pained look, “Please, is profanity necessary? Let’s try to keep this as clean as possible. We don’t want this to smell like an ambush. We certainly wouldn’t want you to get violent.”

Red closed his eyes in frustration. So it was going to go like this. If it wasn’t guys getting all uncomfortable about him being a queer, it was little pencil pushers getting all insecure about their own lack of masculinity. “We’re really wrestling with how to fix this…”

Christopher raised an eyebrow and gave Reds obvious denim lined erection a look of contempt, “I can see what you’ve been wrestling with… Mr. Redman.”

“I told you to call me Red.”

Christopher rolled his eyes. “I’m not going to call a grown man “Red”. It’s juvenile…. Speaking of juvenile… you smell like a brewery. Are you drinking at 9 in the morning?” He shook his head. His phone rang again and he indicated that Steven should finish the task.

Steven painted a look of supreme benevolence on his face and turned to Red, “Look buddy ,it’s not like we enjoy this. Do you know how long it’s been since I was actually smiled at work? It’s tough times all around. We’d be doing hand stands and cartwheels if we thought we could help you.” His smile was wide and insincere.

“I don’t need you kissing my ass.” Red spat. “You’re just putting on a show to make me smile, while you take my damn house.”

The lithe little banker pursed his lips. He gave Red’s massive frame an envious look and then muttered under his breath “maybe if you spent less time “pumping Iron” and more time looking for a job, you wouldn’t be in this mess.”

Red’s hands clenched into dangerous fists. “You know… I used to be a pencil-necked, promotion-chasing ,little robot like you two dickheads. I’d rather live on the street that be that miserable again.”

Christopher hung up his phone and said sardonically, “HA! Like a big Red-neck like you could even open an Excel program. Ha! “Red” yeah there’s a hillbilly executive nameplate.”

Red rolled his eyes and decided it wasn’t worth it. “Alright let’s just get this ass rape over with.”

Christopher practically gagged. “We are not raping you Mr. Redman. We are here on behalf of the bank. The Bank’s interests are to grow and gain. This investment has proven to be a bad risk.”

“Let me tell you… what a bad risk is… it’s you. Standing there, calling me a “bad risk”.”

“This mortgage is so behind it has no hope, of properly breeding more equity.” Christopher shrugged indifferently, “without the possibility of propagation, there’s no point in retaining the asset.”

The stoic way Christopher discussed breeding with no point of “propagation” made Red think of his sex life. He laughed out loud.

“I’m glad you find this amusing.”

Red sneered, “Yeah… like you’re not enjoying watching me squirm.”

“Gentleman… I think this discussion, is getting a little “uncomfortable.” Steven typed some messages into his phone. He looked up with a broad slimy smile. “Look we’re like Switzerland in all this. We’re neutral. We’re just following orders. I know this whole process is probably very awkward.” His smile froze, “No one likes to be made a fool of.”

Red gritted his teeth and suppressed the urge to beat the two 30ish cubicle monkeys to death, “Is there anything I can do?”

Steven had a pang of sympathy, “This is a final notice. The paperwork will take two days… again we’re very sorry it’s come to this. We don’t enjoy this at all.” He feigned a look of sympathy, making his spoiled mug look ridiculous.

“So there’s no hope…” Red rumbled.

Christopher Herschfeld made sure to keep the sneer off his face and his tone neutral, “It would take a miracle.”

“You rush a miracle man, you get rotten miracles.” A sly voice said.

Everyone turned toward the voice.

Red let out a grunt of shock. “Holy God!”

Behind the two men, a slight figure with long black bangs, a black t-shirt and baggy jeans approached. Damien Vaughn slid a dangling bang from his wicked blue eyes and smiled bashfully, “…not quite.”

Red stared at his former roommate and blurted out “Damn!”

Damien smiled and passed the two Loan Officers, “there… that’s closer.”

Steven and Christopher cleared their throats uncomfortably. “I assume we’ve made our point.” Steven announced and they both began to update their IPONES with casual disregard.

Damien circled around them and observed their intense scrutiny of their electronic devise. “It amazes me how dependent some people are on the trappings of the modern world. You have such disdain for the simplicity of Red’s approach to finance, but your both obviously dependent on those little boxes, to tell you what to do.” He spoke with a dreamy quality, which was slightly unnerving

Christopher looked up and this time made no effort to keep his contempt from crossing his pretty face, “Who the fuck are you?” He clutched his phone protectively, “It’s a modern world and the” little guys” are what is dragging society into the dark ages.”

Steven shuffled his lithe vegetarian frame uncomfortably, “Do you need us to go through the numbers… I know for some people it seems like a foreign language.”

“No…” Red grunted.

“Are you sure? A lot of guys like you don’t understand it and often feel it makes them look dumb to ask.” Steven wheedled.

“I don’t think I look dumb.” Red snarled. “ I do however think you’re a lying ass-clown.”

Steven froze in horror at his bluntness.

“Oh I’ve heard quite enough.” Damien chirped cheerfully. “I think I have all the ammunition i need.”

“What’s that mean?” Steven asked… but then his phone, rang… “Sorry I have to take this.” He jumped onto his phone and completely ignored them.

Damien smiled seductively and looked at the skinny man with a cryptic smile, “A Palantir is a dangerous tool. … You never know who might be watching you…”

Both the phones rang with reminder bells. Steven sighed and grabbed his Brief case, “It’s time to go. We’ll be late for our 4:15.” He gave the giant blue-collar he-man, a sad smile.

Christopher nodded and turned back to their car. As they left, they could distinctly here Christopher tell his partner, “That’s what you get when you lend to unstable clients. If this were you or I, we would have done whatever was necessary to make that money.” He gave the yard a disdainful look and told Steven, “Make a note to inform the realtor that we’re going to need to call in a landscaper before this dump goes back on the market… the lawn… the hedges…it all has to be fixed…” They continued meticulously discussing the destruction of Red’s dreams, as they walked away.

Red’s heart was racing and his forehead was sweaty.

His big burly stomach rolled with anxiety.

He was so lost in frustration, he barely noticed Damien’s bizarre return. He had heard from friends that Damien had gotten onto juice and grown up into a sex god… a crazy, dangerous sex god… but the Damien on his front step, was the same goofy “Emo” kid he had known years ago. In fact, it looked like he hadn’t changed at all

…. There was an odd dreamy look in his blue eyes.

“Damien…” Red said suspiciously “What are you doing here?”

Damien gave him a bright and beaming smile, “My mind… it’s been wandering lately… and it comes back here a lot.” His smile got wider and slightly mad, “I follow my mind sometimes… when it wanders…” He looked at the big house with a wistful gaze. “ I guess I was happy here.” He gave Red a very direct look, “were you happy here Red?”

Red barked a laugh, “Yeah! Why do you think I bought the dump?”

The smaller kid breathed a heavy sigh of relief, “That makes me feel a lot better…” He looked off into the distance and chewed his lip, “that at least gives me a little peace of mind… well, to this “piece” of my mind, at least.” Red was very familiar with the odd and nonsensical way that his former roommate spoke. This was stranger than usual, but Red knew Damien was stranger than most people. Red was one of the few people who knew just how supernaturally different Damien was.

“Oh well…It’s not like I’m going to be keeping it much longer …”

Damien turned. His eyes twinkled with electric blue mischief. Red had seen that look before. He had seen it directed at him… once… a long time ago. His big dick got slightly stiff in fear and expectation. “I’m going to do you a favor Red. I’m going to take care of your cash problems, and those two corporate stooges. Two birds. One stone. Dead birds.”

“Damien, don’t do anything extreme. ... “

“Oh, I don’t have the energy for anything extreme… not now… “ He looked angrily into the distance, “Spread too thin… But maybe, if I used some old tricks, in a new way…. Hmmm…” His smile broadened, “Don’t worry Red. I’ll be back in two days. The two Days they gave you. I’ll give them.”

“RED!” Hanks voice came from the house behind him, “Are the brokers still here?”

“…two days and then we’ll talk price…”

Red turned back and Damien was gone. Had it been Damien? He looked like he hadn’t aged a day. His voice was slightly hollow… like he had been talking from a long way away. Damien was always odd, but this made no sense.

Hank came up behind him, and grabbed Red’s face with concerned hands, “You okay buddy!? You look like you just saw a ghost…”

 

Part 2

Steven was sitting in his office, quietly planning an evening out with his girlfriend. He had plans to do some wine tasting then maybe see a trendy band. He was surfing for ideas on his Laptop when his IPHONE suddenly beeped with a notice:

NEW E-MAIL :

From: UPS INTERNATIONAL

Your Package has been delivered.

Steven looked at the phone confused. “I didn’t order any package” he mumbled. Hmm… that’s odd.

He quickly ignored the update and started to text Heather, his date,

STEVEN: WHATS UP?
HEATHER: ..?
STEVEN: YOU BUSY…
HEATHER: STILL WORKING
STEVEN: OH…NM
HEATHER: WHAT DO YOU WANT
STEVEN: JUST SAYING HI
HEATHER: REALLY
STEVEN: WELL I DID WANT TO MAKE PLANS FOR TONIGHT
HEATHER: STOP TRYING TO SELL ME AND BE MORE HONEST
STEVEN: I WILL BE MORE HONEST ;)
HEATHER: GOOD

Steven was about to start texting her, his plan, when one of the sales reps came into his office. She casually dropped an intimidating pile of correspondence onto his desk.

“More?” He whined.

She gave him a bored look, shrugged and said, “It’s just todays. They are all marked: Time Sensitive.”

He sighed, smiled his big white grin . He meant to say “I’ll get right on it.” But instead… “Screw that… I’m shoving those in my desk and ignoring them, till I get a reminder E-mail.”

She let out a small giggle and left.

He stared at the papers. Damn he must be exhausted. He straightened his Tie and grabbed his turtle shell glasses from his desk drawer. He didn’t need glasses but most chicks got all wet for the geek chic. His intercom rang and his supervisor Christopher’s voice droned over the connection. “Steven I’m going to need you to draw up a proposal for the foreclosure and retention of the assets in the “Redman” file. It needs to be done by tomorrow morning.”

He rolled his eyes and meant to say “Yes sir. Thanks for the opportunity. ” However… “Great, I get to do your job here and at home.”

Steven’s whole body froze. His eyes were wide with shock. There was a still, angry silence from the intercom. Steven wanted to apologize or spin his response… but he was too scared of what might come out. The Intercom buzzed again, “It’s too late in the day for jokes Steven. Meet me in the morning at the commissary and ill review the paperwork.”

Steven very carefully and very deliberately said… “O… K….”

Then he shut off the intercom with his out-of –office reply. He leaned back in his chair and wiped the cold sweat from his brow.

His phone beeped with a new text message.

HEATHER: WHAT R U DOING
STEVEN: HEY ALMOST DONE @ THE OFFICE .
HEATHER: LOL! DONE KISSING ASS?
STEVEN: FML! YEAH! ONE OF THESE DAYS EVERYONES GONNA KISS MY ASS!
HEATHER: TEXT ME WHEN YOU GET HOME

Steven smiled. Heather was great. She worked over at Chase and knew the deal. She liked her space. He liked his. She didn’t care who he fucked and as long as she didn’t get all clingy, he didn’t care either.

Steven grimaced at the amount of work in his in box and then piled it into his briefcase. He stood up and grabbed his coat. His super tight hipster dress pants suddenly felt uncomfortable in the seat. He pulled on the back of his pants. He didn’t mind the tight fit of the stylish trousers. They showed off his lithe cycling legs and his high… pert … athletic… butt. His dick began to twitch in his hip hugging briefs and he realized he was running a firm finger down the crack of his ass. It was a great ass. He was suddenly fascinated with tracing the crevice with a probing hand. A really great ass…

“I need to go home.” He announced to the empty office. He was too tired and acting weird. Telling people off and now getting a thick chub from groping his tight... compact….sweaty…ass.

The young accounts rep threw on his tight, tailored suit coat. He grabbed his brief case and left for the day.

He was contemplating his night. He was definitely going to have to get Heather to go back to her place, if he had to meet Christopher in the morning. He was gonna have to make a quick escape… and limit his time. Ha. No foreplay. Heather was just gonna have to settle for a pump. No time to get her leaking with some tongue attention… Yeah… He wouldn’t be eating her out tonight… Steven barely noticed that in the privacy of the Elevator he was now obscenely massaging his ass. Hmm… Eating her out… his finger pressed against his anus and he jumped from the electric erotic shock.

His phone chimed with an update

NEW MESSAGE ON GRINDR:
HEY MATE! LOOKING?

Steven stared at the notice confused. What was GRINDR? That wasn’t one of his APPS. GRINDR? Huh. Must be some new download. Weird.

The elevator door opened onto the lobby, and Steven stepped out. The after work crowd was shuffling out of the building with the consistency of drones. Steven made his way through the crowd. One of the big insurance reps said “goodnight”. He was tall with a really handsome face and wide shoulders. Steven smiled and gave him a full on once over. What a handsome man. The rep gave him a startled look and uncomfortably walked away.

The security staff watched as they all passed through the metal detectors. Steven noticed how the blue uniforms were tight against the big burly chests. He smiled coyly at one of the big dudes. “The guy grunted and looked away. He had a strong jawline and big thick hairy forearms. Steven rubbed his throbbing hard-on. “You’re really hot!’ He blurted out.

“Fuck off.” The Guard rumbled.

The young hipster quickly put his briefcase in front of his lap in shame. He was checking guys out! He was checking guys out and getting a stiffy! He blushed furiously and rushed out of the building.

His phone chimed:

NEW MESSAGE ON GRINDR:
UR CLOSE! U LOOKING?

What was this grinder thing? He was so confused by the message that he bumped into another man on the street. It was a currier with a scruffy blonde beard and big brown eyes. Steven looked at his handsome face and instantly imagined it nestled between his pert ass Cheeks.

The Currier gave him a sly wink. Steven almost gagged. He rushed toward his Jeep and desperately tried to ignore everyone on his. His cycle was propped up and secured on the back. Steven checked the rigging as quick as possible and tossed his briefcase in the back.

He practically sped back to his apartment. The whole drive home he had to stare at the wheel to avoid looking at the men in other cars. Every time he caught a glimpse of a passing handsome face all he could do, was marvel at how gorgeous the guy was. This led to him flexing his butt with thoughts of those rough lips on his soft hole.

“I need a drink…or something…”

He parked and made a B-line for the door. There was a huge Package in front of his place. It had about a hundred stamps and was addressed to “SVEN”. The writing was all in some weird German or Russian language. He pulled open the letter and couldn’t read a word of it.

Lieber Sohn,

Wir wünschen Ihnen viel Spaß Amerika

Wir haben ein paar Sachen geschickt.

Seien Sie gut.

Wir lieben euch.

Mama und Papa

Huh? He grabbed the big box and quickly retreated to the safety of his apartment. He put the box near the door and resolved to leave it at the property managers’ office.

His phone beeped with a text message from Heather.

HEATHER: HOME YET?
STEVEN: YES
HEATHER: WE MEETING UP?
STEVEN: NO. FEELING FUNNY
HEATHER: LOL LIKE FUNNY HAHA
STEVEN: NO. WIERD
HEATHER: HA HA FUNNY IS BETTER
STEVEN: YEAH. GOT TO GO. TTYL

Steven put down the phone and quickly shed his suit. He took a quick swig from a Brandy snifter in his living room. He let the liquor rush down the back of his throat in soothing mind dulling ecstasy. He walked to the shower. He slid off his tight hip hugging briefs, letting his cock and hungry ass hang free. He was starting to feel a little relaxed, when he stubbed his toe on an end table. “OW!“ he yelped. He jumped up and down in pain. His lithe nude body jolted up and down as his dick and balls tossed around. He knocked over a lamp and then the end table. He kept jumping and flopping like a fish, whipping his junk around. He finally fell spread-eagle in front of his balcony doors.

Two Neighbor guys stood on their back porch... eyes wide...and then began to nudge each other. They broke out into hysterical laughter and pointed right at him. He felt a deep blush of shame spread all over his body. He was mortified. The guys suddenly stopped laughing and one yelled, “Close you blinds faggot!“

Steven looked down. He was sporting a bobbing red erection. It stuck up comically between his taunt spread legs. He scrambled for the curtains. His huge bobbing dick swung comically. The guys began to bark with laughter again. His dick dripped with a slight drop of pre-cum. He shut the curtains and hobbled anxiously to the bathroom. He slammed the door. God, he was so hard! His erection only made the tingling in his ass worse. He steadied himself and began to muse about how cute those two guys were...

“HOLY GOD! WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!” He whined. Hot shower, he need a hot shower. He turned on the water and was about to get it when…

His iPhone chimed, from behind the sink.

NEW UPDATE:
6 COMMENTS ON YOUR POST @ BODYBUILDING.COM

What?

It chimed again.

NEW UPDATE:
3 NEW MEMBERS HAVE JOINED YOUR YAHOO-GROUP : “PUMPING IRON” FANS!

Steven felt a weird tingling begin to spread over his naked frame…

NEW UPDATE:
YOU HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED TO THE YAHOO-GROUP: ARNOLD FOREVER

The steam began to fill the bathroom and Steven could barely make out the screen on his phone.

It chimed again.

NEW UPDATE:

NEW MESSAGE @ BIGMUSCLE.COM

MUSCLEBRO : YO STUD! LOOKING MASSIVE!! GREAT SYMETRY AND SIZE!! KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK>

Steven put the Phone down angrily. This thing was fucking BROKEN! He was going to shut it off as soon as he was done washing off the weirdness of his day!

He stepped into the shower and let the hot stream of water break over him. Without any hesitation he began to thumb as his asshole. He had wanted to massage the angry bud, all day. He reached for his soap and got a decent lather, then went back to tickling his hole…but HE COULDN’T REACH IT!

Steven fumbled for his butt, but his range of motion wouldn’t let him reach. He bumped into the shower wall. He knocked over bottles of shampoo and shaving gel. He attempted to bend over nad pick them up, but his shoulders knocked into the glass door and sides. He maneuvered clumsily in the now uncooperative space. The shower seemed so small. He looked through the haze of steam and realized that none of the water was hitting the tub. It was all blocked by HIM!

He yelped and jumped out of the constraining shower. He put a foot down and gazed at a huge distended calf muscle that lead into a gargantuan and cut thigh the size and density of an oak tree. His other immense thigh joined it and he marveled in awe at the stupendous size and girth of the two pressed together limbs. His thighs were so overbuilt that they touched the whole way to the knee. His dick and balls looked inconsequential nestled in front of the huge smooth mass cylinders.

His slim cut abdomen was now a wall of curved etched muscle. The abdominal muscles pushed out like rocks around his naval. He couldn’t see all of it because his lean chest was now two massive roofs of muscle that protruded like a giant awning over his stomach. They were rock hard and striated. His nipples were lost under the obscene mounds.

He turned his head and caught a glimpse of his distorted shoulders. Giant boulder sized deltoid muscles sloped over the enormous chest. They were round and cut like bowling balls, almost disgusting in their exaggerated size and width. He brought his hands in front of him with astonishment and marveled at the super highway o vascularity and throbbing tendon. His slight arms were now carved models of grotesquely amplified anatomy. His biceps bulged and peaked like soccer balls under his skin. His triceps hung like powerful fins of muscle off the bulky arms.

Christopher stepped on his scale in confusion: 233lbs! He toppled toward the mirror and desperately wiped at the fog. He knocked over all his toiletries and the mirror came crashing down. His strength was insane and unruly. He couldn’t manage the power he had, in simple movements.

He leapt naked and wet out of the bathroom. His eyes kept roving over the bizarre shape and magnitude of his boy. The dimensions of his entire form had been inflated and transformed. His mind couldn’t process it. All he could do was gape in disbelieving horror at the gluttonous mountain of muscle that he had become. Every muscle in his frame was embellished, bulging, cut and ballooning with weight. Every inch of him was shaved bald and covered in a dissecting map of veins. His mouth was dry and his lips worked soundlessly as he ogled his gorilla suit.

The phone beeped. He groped for it, hoping it would wake him form this nightmare.

HEATHER: FEELING BETTER?
STEVEN: I’VE GOT HUGE MUSCLES!
HEATHER: WHAT?
STEVEN: MY MUSCLES ARE HUGE!
HEATHER: OH STEVEN. U R SUCH A BIG ASS BRAGGER LOL

He was fumbling with his now awkward mobility to text back, when the phone chimed several times.

18 NEW COMMENTS ON YOUR PHOTO on MUSCLE HUNKS
34 NEW FRIEND REQUESTS ON FACEBOOK
NEW E-MAIL: From [email protected], RE: YOUR AUDTION SHOOT
3 NEW POSTS AT YAHOOGROUP: MASSIVE GLUTE WORSHIP

Steven’s stomach twisted in pain and he fell to all fours in pain. He felt himself involuntarily shove his muscled ass into the air. He tried to steady himself on his huge vascular arms. As He got his balance, he felt a huge swelling in his hips, like a deep throbbing pulse beneath his waist. He pushed his butt further and felt it expand and widen. He kept pushing, humping the air and processing the feeling of his big muscled butt inflating with more muscle. His hole twitched. “OH God! I NEED A MAN TO LICK THIS GIANT MEAT PIE!” He shouted.

He Fell backward and onto his new and improved monster butt. The weight on his 5’8 frame was cumbersome. He had been 230 in the bathroom… he knew with this extra rump beef, he was easily 240-245. He tried hugging his massive pecs. “What is happening to me?”

The thought of his grotesquely muscled body shaking in terror made him feel ridiculous. He immediately got hard. His mind was so shocked he just sat and rocked back and forth, learning the new girth and power of his ass muscles.

The phone rang.

He looked at it.

INCOMING CALL : HEATHER

He picked up the phone, “Heather! Oh my god. You won’t believe what’s happening!” he whined.

“Save it!” Heathers voice snapped angrily. “You were supposed to get in touch with me? Remember? You said you’d text me to make plans? I’ve been waiting all damn day. Asshole!”

“What?” Steven yelled, “We’ve been texting all day!”

“I don’t have a single text, e-mail or voicemail from you! Guess you know too many contacts named Heather! Well loose this one!” She screamed and hung up.

Steven stared at the phone in horror. If he hadn’t been texting Heather … who had he been texting? Shit! He had to go get help… find a doctor or a friend.. or something. There was no telling what could happen next!

He shambled toward his bedroom, knocking things over with his new size. He looked in dismay at his closet and realized that none of his ultra slim, super thin clothing was going to fit his enormous body. He tore through the closet until he ripped out a pair of cycle shorts and a huge purple night shirt he used to sleep in.

He forced the pale white shorts up his generous thighs. They were so tight he felt like his massive lower body was being held together by rubber bands. The shirt was XXL with a big cartoon Mickey Mouse on it. It was stretched like second skin. It was short and left his rigid and distended ab muscles exposed. He pushed on a pair of flip flops and made a dash for the door. He glanced in a mirror as he walked by. The picture of a huge hulking muscle beast in tiny little biker shorts and a silly ill-fitting t-shirt was absurd. He looked like He-man dressing in a toddler’s’ clothes… “OHHH!” he moaned and felt his dick cream all over the front of his shorts.

The Phone dinged. It didn’t ring. It didn’t chime. It didn’t beep. It dinged?

Steven grabbed it from the dresser.

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What the hell? Steven threw the phone onto the couch, as he grabbed his keys and ran for his car. He got to the jeep and scowled in anger. It was so small! He grunted and squeezed his mammoth physique into the tiny seat. The steering wheel was pressed against his pecs and the bucket seat was too small for his huge ass cheeks. He ignored his supreme discomfort and tried to start the car.

A wave of puzzlement spread over him. None of the words or numbers on the dashboard made ANY SENSE! He couldn’t figure out the labels on the gear shift. He looked around the cramped jeep. Why did everything seem so wrong? He felt like he was on the wrong side of the car? He felt like the car was on the wrong side of the car! It was all so wrong!

He growled a deep roar of frustration and squeezed himself out of the jeep.

He lumbered back to his apartment. The two neighbor guys were still outside. “DAMN MISTER!” they yelled. “YOU’RE HUGE!”

He wanted to tell them to fuck of, but he felt a swell of retarded pride and struck a double bicep pose. “Du magst meine Muskeln?“

Huh?

“What did you say?” one yelled.

He flexed his bizarrely large triceps behind his gargantuan back, “Jeder mag Muskeln! Mädchen wie Muskeln. Jungen wie Muskeln!”

They both looked at the big stupidly dressed bodybuilder who was announcing nonsense at them. They fell over into gales of laughter. Steven felt his blush creeping into his face and shuffled back to his apartment. His dick was thick and uncomfortable against the lyrca.

“Look at that! He popped a woody! Gross!”

He spasmed with another orgasm. Jizz pulsed along the line of his sausage like bulge.

He slammed the door behind him and slid to the floor in hot humiliated and bewildered tears. He caught sight of the package…

To: Sven Thordellson
From: Helga Thordellson
#12 Grüne Straße, Salzburg, Austria

Dear son,

We hope you enjoy America.

We have sent a few things.

Be good.

We love you.

Mom and Dad

He could read the writing… he could read the… he was speaking a foreign language… and reading it! He ripped open the parcel. Inside was a pile of old school VHS tapes. Three different versions of Arnold Schwarzenegger’s “Pumping IRON”: one in German, one in English and one in Italian? There were several books… Arnold: The Education of a Bodybuilder, English for dummies… Math for dummies…History for dummies… and it went on.

He grabbed a big picture. It was a photo of him in a frame. No not him. This new mutated him. It was a picture of his body ,the way it was now. He was Huge, bulky and awkward. He looked childish and gargantuan, with a mindless grin of innocent vanity. His face was slightly different. It was smaller, more petite. He had big high cheek bones and a sensual little heart shaped mouth. His eyes were a huge vacuous blue. His big face and tiny features were a stark contrast to his bulging neck and bristly, blonde military haircut… “Ich bin ein grober Gestüt!!” He blurted out. He dug into the box with a manic curiosity.

There were two little fanny packs and an old school Walkman with big headband headphones… a pile of about twenty string tank tops and spandex capri leotard pants. They were awful. There were a thousand different shades of neon and garish colors. Purples. Oranges. Pinks. Greens. It was affronting to the eye. He would look like…like a ….fool… in these… like a clown. The idea of how funny and stupid his obscenely over developed body would look in these outfits, made his hole burn and dick twitch. He blushed in shame looking at the black and purple zebra print spandex shorts… the stringy fuchsia tank top that said “DERR WONDER BUTT” … and the lime green fanny pack… it’d be hysterical.

He couldn’t contain himself… he ripped down the cycle shorts. He started fisting his nude cock and jostling his hairless balls. He masturbated himself over and over. He slammed his other fingers into his hole, kicking his legs in the air. He was rolling around on the floor like an overturned turtle. He kept yelling “Ich bin ein dummer Arsch. Ein Muskel Clown!!!” He tugged the nipples on his chest and had four fingers shoved up his ass, thinking of how ashamed he was. “ Bitte essen meine dumme Esel.”

The phone chimed:

18 MEMBERS HAVE JOINED YOUR ROOM @ MUSCLECAM.COM

Without thinking, Steven hit the link and opened his camera function. He fucked himself, yelling sweating and calling himself names in German, for at least an hour. He set the phone up so it could catch all the humiliating action. When he shot, his load blew all the way to his face. It was like a huge cream pie in the face of a slutty man whore…. It made him so hot.

The phone chimed, breaking his post cum euphoria:

NEW MESSAGE FROM MUSCLECAM.COM-
34 MEMBERS COMMENTED ON YOUR WEB CAM SHARE
72 NEW MESSAGES

The phone chimed again.

PAY PAL UPDATE:
CURRENT BALANCE $ 1,342.89

Stephen crawled on the floor, his huge rear-end swayed like the bow of a ship, and his groin was drenched in several loads. “VAT IST HAPPENING!!!” He yelled at the evil device.

NEW E-MAIL:

Dear Mr. Thordellson

We regret to inform you that do to testing positive for Illegal anabolic steroids, you have been dismissed from the Gymnastics team and will be expelled from your current Freshmen academic program.

This is an unfortunate result of ignoring university policy.

Office of the Registrar, Remington College.

A COLLEGE FRESHMEN!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!! THIS IS ALL IMPOSSIBLE!!!

The phone chimed.

MUSCLECAM PROFILE UPDATED

YOUNG AUSTRIAN MUSCLE BOY:
NAME: SVEN
WEIGHT: 246
HEIGHT: 5’8”
AGE: 20
LOCATION: USA

The picture was of a roided-up teenager that had a pixie face, in a huge HGH swelled head. His grotesquely muscled body was pumped and oiled. He was making a most muscular pose in a tiny, lemon yellow poser. There was a sash around his distorted monstrous form, “MR. TEEN BRUSSELS”.

It was him.

“Come watch me bro’s. I like to flex my muscle mass n ass for fans!”

Steven flat out screamed! It came out high pitched and terrified. It was the scream of a frightened child.

An alarm blared from the phone:

9PM REMINDER: GO TO BED, EARLY MORNING WORKOUT AND PUMP!

…He passed out, without another thought.

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