The Bulkery: White Bread
by Redkage
Joe shivered as a cold gust of wind blew into him. He huddled inside of his jacket as he walked a bit faster to get out of the cold, but it didn’t really do him any good. His body was so skinny and devoid of any fat or muscle to provide insulation.
Not that he wanted to be fat, of course. He may be the clear cut definition of the ‘Average Joe,’ but he wasn’t about to volunteer to be the next bully magnet by becoming obese. Just today he witnessed one bully pin someone down and shake one of the guy’s fold’s of fat while his gang laughed mercilessly. Muscle, on the other hand, was more then welcomed.
Joe let out a deep sigh. There was an impossible dream for him. Already a junior in high school, he was roughly 5’10” and 140 lbs. He had tried lifting weights and exercising regularly, but he was unable to pack on size like all of the jocks in school. In the end, Joe gave up and sat back as he watched others grow.
Still, it would be nice if he could become a huge muscleman, like the ones you’d see in those magazines. A guy can dream, can’t he?
Another gust of wind blew into him, but this time it didn’t make him shiver. Instead, it carried an oddly delicate aroma that made him drool. Curious, he sniffed the air, trying to pinpoint the source. The smell was so enchanting that he actually closed his eyes while walking so he could enjoy it. After following his nose around a bit, he finally opened his eyes and abruptly found himself standing in front of a small bakery.
Joe blinked. Now where did this come from? He didn’t remember hearing about a new bakery in the area. Then again, no one really pays attention to things like bakeries nowadays.
The store was a neat little red brick building nestled between a large abandoned apartment building and a pawn shop, making it out of place and easy to overlook. This probably explained why Joe hadn’t noticed the store until now. The shop had large glass windows that displayed many different kinds of bread, some Joe never knew existed before. So far, the only bread Joe had ever seen before were ordinary slices of white bread for a sandwich or toast. He never knew bread can come in all sorts of shapes and sizes. Also, the aromas coming from it were so delicious that he went inside without thinking twice.
A bell jingled as he opened the door. The inside of the bakery was just as neat as it was outside. The hardwood floor was very clean, and the high shelves were organized against the walls. There was even a glass cooler right next to the counter and cash register. And of course there were many delicious looking types of bread lined up on the shelves, and delicate cakes and pastries arranged in the cooler to keep them fresh.
Joe stood in the middle of the store looking around in wonder. He never knew a bakery could have so many delicious looking things inside of it. The only bread he had ever seen were stuffed in plastic bags and stacked on the shelves in the supermarkets. He had never been really interested in bread until now.
“Ah, a customer.” A rich voice brought Joe back to earth. He caught the sight of the baker just as he was coming from the back of store and his jaw dropped to the floor.
He was a god! The man was around 7’10” tall and packed with bulging muscles beyond belief. He was wearing a crisp white outfit and apron along with a pair of dark slacks, but it did little to hide his body. His wide shoulders were packed with muscle, each of them swelling and bulging under the white fabric. His arms looked so huge and strong, possibly 28 inches flexed. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, so Joe was able to see his thick forearms the size of hams, and huge hands that could palm his head easily like a football. The baker’s legs were so thick and round that they resembled tree trunks, though eventually Joe found his eyes wandering to the man’s insanely huge bulge.
“So,” the baker said, “what can I do for you today?”
The man’s question snapped Joe out of his gawking. “I, er, was just browsing,” he said quickly. Already his dick was rock hard at the sight of the man’s muscles. He forced himself to look up at the baker’s face. Just like the rest of him, the baker’s face was handsome beyond belief. His short but straight and soft hair was brown, the same color as freshly baked bread. He had high cheekbones and a wide manly chin. The baker grew a beard, but chose to shave his mustache off. All in all, his face and body were like every one of Joe’s wet dreams piled into one big orgasm.
And right now, the man was looking straight at him.
“So what kind of bread are you interested in?” the baker asked. His voice was so deep and arousing that it sent shivers down Joe’s spine.
“I don’t know,” Joe said. I’m more interested in you right now, big guy. He gave a soft whimper as it took all his willpower to not say that out loud.
“Well, how about I help you decide?” The giant baker said as he came around the counter. Joe could now see the man was wearing a pair of very large black shoes, possibly size 25! Shaq had nothing on this guy! Joe could feel the ground shake slightly from every footstep and wondered how many pounds all those huge muscles weighed.
“Is there anything about bread you particularly like?” The man crossed his arms over his chest, causing his pectorals to swell outwards like rising dough. “Like taste, texture, eaten alone or with something?”
“Anything is good.” Joe said, not knowing what to say. “I like sweet bread, but not too sweet. Soft bread is good. But I also like hard bread to crunch into. I guess I can eat some bread by itself, but I like to eat sandwiches too.” After he finished talking, he was suddenly aware about how stupid that sounded. Each statement had been completely contradictory, neither liking nor hating both opposite aspect, and instead of choosing one or the other he toke the middle path. To his disgust, he discovered that it reflected him down to the letter. “But, if I have a choice I’d want to break out into something really good and unique,” he said quickly.
The baker fortunately didn’t comment; he just scratched his beard thoughtfully. “I think I have just the thing for you. Wait here.” The man turned around and walked up to one of the shelves. Quietly, Joe watched as those large buttocks bunched and tighten as the giant moved. As the baker reached up for something on the shelf, his huge bicep seemed to pop out, threatening to bust a seam. It held though as the baker pulled what he had been looking for off the shelf and brought it back over.
“Here you go,” he said, handing Joe a package.
Joe looked down at what was in his hands and his heart sank. It was an ordinary loaf of sliced white bread, wrapped in a clear plastic bag almost identical to the ones in the supermarket. “Can I have something else?” Joe asked, raising his head and looked up at the baker. God, he was so tall that Joe had to crane his neck back to look at him properly.
The man laughed a deep, sensual laugh that licked Joe’s nerves. “Sure you can. You are the customer, after all. But I can assure you you’d love this. It may look like the average loaf of white bread, but even the average can turn into something extraordinary.”
The man’s words were almost hypnotic, and despite what he had initially thought, he believed what the man was saying. “How much?” Joe asked.
“$3.50., but for you it’s on the house.” The man smiled broadly as he patted Joe on the shoulder. “Enjoy your purchase!”
The rest that came afterwards was a blur. It wasn’t until Joe was nearly home did he snap out of his daze. Was that all a dream? When he saw the bread bag he was holding, he realized that it had been real. He tried to remember what had happened after he had bought the bread from the baker, but found his mind a complete blank. To his despair, he couldn’t even remember where the bakery was.
He looked back down at the loaf of ordinary bread. He had been hoping for something new and interesting, but it looked like he was cursed to be stuck with the norm no matter what he did. He couldn’t even buy damn loaf of bread!
Frustrated with himself, Joe went home.
Joe was doing his homework when he began to have a food craving. He had already eaten with his parents, but now he wanted something sweet. When he reached the fridge, however, he found that someone had eaten the last of the chocolate chip ice cream he had been looking for.
A bit ticked off, he searched for an alternative. Unfortunately, there wasn’t that much in the fridge that was sweet. While he rummaged through the contents of the fridge, his eyes eventually landed on the bag of white bread he had received from the baker.
“Might as well.” Joe sighed as he took it out along with a jar of strawberry jam. He pulled out a slice of bread, stuck in into the toaster and when it popped out he smeared jam on it and took a bite. As soon as he tasted it, his eyebrows rose in surprise. It was actually pretty good. He’d never had anything quite like it before. The he tasted the jam, yes, but the bread itself had its own unique flavor. It was bit salty, but had a sweet undertone in it that made his body feel warm and tingly.
Joe ate it greedily, making sure not to drop any crumbs onto the ground. Once he was done, he decided to make two more slices of toast with jam and took them back to his room to eat.
That night Joe had a peculiar dream. In that dream he was huge and muscular beyond belief, standing on a stage and posing for an audience of admirers. He was over seven feet tall and weighed around 300 lbs. of pure muscle mass. Each flex of his muscles would send waves of cheering from the crowd. What struck Joe odd though was the fact that he was stark naked, his impossibly huge dick swaying and slapping against his thigh. Yet no one seemed to mind. In fact, they cheered him even more.
So he moved around stage, flexing. He bounced his pecs up and down to get the crowd going. He flexed his huge arms and kissed his peaks. He spread his lats and let them soar like wings. All the while, he felt his dick growing harder and harder until finally it exploded in a white flash of pure pleasure.
When morning came, Joe woke up with a cold, wet feeling around his crotch area. Red with embarrassment, he quickly cleaned up his little accident. When he walked to the bathroom, he felt a nagging feeling that something was different. However, he just shrugged it off as he hopped into the shower. As he soaped himself up, the feeling returned as he felt… harder somehow, though it could have just been his erect dick playing mind games with him. Even so, his average prick felt slightly different in his hand as he jacked off in the shower, though he quickly forgot about it when he blew his load. Shrugging it off, Joe finished cleaning up and dressed himself.
His parents had already left for work, so Joe had to cook his own breakfast. He decided to make some scrambled eggs and some toast on the side, nothing too fancy. When he sat down to eat it, he hesitated for a moment before taking a bite into the buttered toast. Instant warmth flooded him as the salty sweet taste of the bread mingled with the taste of butter. The warmth seemed to settle into his very muscles, energizing him. He ate his eggs quickly enough, but lingered on every bite of that miraculous bread.
Usually he used the money his mom left on the counter to buy lunch at school, but today he decided to pocket the money and make a sandwich to bring instead. Nothing too fancy, just a simple roast beef sandwich with some of the usual stuff on it. Of course he used the white bread he had bought from the bakery. Luckily for him his parents only ate whole wheat healthy types of bread, which meant he’d have his special loaf all to himself.
At school Joe couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was different. Something about how everything looked to him was slightly off. He was contemplating this when his friend Mike came up to him.
“Hey, Joe!” Mike said, slapping him on the back.
“Hey.” Joe replied. The feeling Joe had been feeling grew stronger as he looked at Mike. Was Mike different? He looked the same as he always did, blond hair, blue eyes. He and Joe were alike, seeing directly eye to eye.
Wait, eye to eye? Mike was supposed to be one inch taller then he was! And yet here they were at the same height.
“So did you get any of the biology homework Ms. Carson assigned to us?” Mike asked, oblivious to the change.
“Huh?” Joe blinked stupidly. “Ah, yea…” Could it be that Joe had a growth spurt? He was sure he was 5’10” exactly two weeks ago. Perhaps his height crept on to him unnoticed. Yes, that was more logical. It wasn’t like people could sprout an inch overnight.
Eventually lunch period came around, and Joe could barely wait. For some reason he had been anxious to sink his teeth into his sandwich all day long. He went to his usual eating spot out on the lawn with Mike and took a nice, big bite. The flavor of the bread and the juices of the roast beef mingled in his mouth, causing him to utter a low moan.
“Damn, that must be some sandwich,” Mike commented as he ate his own food.
“It is,” Joe said as he chewed slowly, savoring it. It took Joe the rest of lunch break to finish that one sandwich since he took his sweet time eating it. Still, the warm feeling he felt settled into him and made him feel ready to take on the world.
It was during his last period English class that Joe noticed his clothes were tighter on him then usual. In fact, as the minutes went by they seemed to be getting tighter. Absently he rubbed his forearm as he tried to pay attention to class.
Had his arm always this hairy? Looking down, he saw a small forest of hair growing on his arm. It wasn’t much, but it was there all the same. Joe could see some veins that he was sure hadn’t been there running down his arm as well. Even his hands looked more sinewy and masculine. Was his mind playing tricks on him?
Before he could get a closer look the bell rang, ending school. He was probably imagining things anyways, so he pushed it out of his mind as he made his way home.
The first thing he did when he walked through the door was go straight to the fridge to make an afternoon snack. And of course, he went straight for the special bread he had bought. Quickly he made a turkey club and devoured it slowly. After a moment of thought, he made himself a second one and ate it just as slow as the first one. For some reason he was a lot hungrier then normal.
After he ate his ‘light’ snack, Joe went up to his room to do his homework. As he sat there in his chair, he shifted around uncomfortably as his clothes felt tighter and tighter on him by the moment. Even his underwear seemed to be cutting into his skin! It was like they were shrinking on him or something. He was about to do something about it when suddenly he heard a sharp tearing sound. One of his sleeves had ripped right open. A second later the other sleeve followed, leaving Joe very confused at to what had happened. He stood up and walked to the mirror in his room, and at the exact moment he stepped in front of it his shirt ripped straight down the middle to reveal his body.
Joe’s jaw dropped at the sight. He had muscles! Granted he wasn’t huge, but now he had the physique of a wrestler. Gone was the baby fat on his body to be replaced by a ripped six-pack abs. His chest had formed enough so that a small crevice had formed between them. When he raised his arm and flexed, a good sized bicep popped out. A bit freaked out, Joe rushed to the bathroom and stepped on the scale. His eyes bulged when the needle landed on 198 lbs. He had gained almost 60 lbs. of muscle in a day!
Joe’s first reaction would have been to panic, but he was completely engrossed by his body. He had wanted muscles for such a long time that he was more then happy to accept it without question. As he scanned his image in the mirror, he was suddenly aware of the pain his dick was in. He quickly fumbled with his jeans, peeling them off his thick quads and ripped his briefs apart, allowing his dick to spring to attention. His eyes widened when he saw his manhood. It looked like his cock had grown as well to match his body. Before it reached a measly 5 inches erect, and now it looked closer to 7 inches.
Unable to resist, Joe reached down and grabbed his cock. It was noticeably thicker now, and its new girth sent intense waves of pleasure through his bigger body. He pumped his dick while admiring his body, watching how his muscles bunched and flexed with every jerk. God, he looked so buff and hot! As he pumped his dick, he could practically feel his blood pump as well, feeding directly into his growing muscles. Faster and faster his hand moved until cum squirted out of his cockhead.
When he was done, Joe leaned against the sink counter to catch his breath. That was one of the best orgasms he had ever had. He had even ejaculated a lot more than his usual amount. After a few short moments he cleaned up and went back to his room to explore his body a bit more in private.
Later at dinner when Joe ate with his parents, Joe ate like a madman. He was just so hungry tonight! He quickly wolfed down seconds and then thirds before he slowed down. Then Joe’s mother commented that she should probably buy him bigger clothes. Smiling, Joe looked down at himself. He had thrown on the biggest clothes he could find, but they still felt tight on him.
A few hours after dinner, Joe was admiring his new muscles in the mirror when he felt a craving for a snack. He flew down the stairs in quick light steps and went straight for the bread. Feeling a bit greedier than usual, he made three whole peanut butter sandwiches and sat down to eat along with a tall glass of milk. While he was eating his snack, he was suddenly reminded of an old milk commercial where a scrawny young boy drank a glass and grew into a muscle stud.
Unable to resist Joe took a swig of milk, making a milk mustache on his lips. Then raised an arm and flexed, causing his bicep to swell and push his shirt sleeve up to make room for his growing peak. “Milk does the body good.” He grinned. After he got a few laughs from that, he finished eating his peanut butter sandwiches and went to get ready to sleep.
After he had brushed his teeth and washed off, Joe stripped off his clothes and jumped into bed nude. It felt natural that a guy as big as him should wear clothing as little as possible. Hours later he found himself unable to sleep. Instead, his dick stood at full mast, demanding to be serviced. Unable to ignore it, Joe then grabbed his huge dick and jacked off. While he was playing with his dick, his free hand roamed his body, groping and rubbing his muscles. It could have been his imagination, but he thought he could feel his muscles swell bigger with every breath. This thought sent him over the edge and he shot his load, covering his abs with cum.
As Joe was lying there, basking in the afterglow of his orgasm, he became aware that his dick was still rock hard despite the fact he had just climaxed. Apparently he had a bigger libido along with his bigger body. Smiling, Joe gripped his cock and began whacking off again. So Joe jacked off until he climaxed. And again. And again. Each orgasm he imagined himself bigger, stronger, wider then before. His cock felt thicker in his hands. His chest was bigger, fuller. His arms were so hard, he couldn’t wrap his hand around the peak. His thighs rubbed against each other, sending shivers through his spine. Every now and again his head would bump against the headboard, giving him the illusion of stretching out taller. He jacked off a total of twelve times until finally he fell asleep from exhaustion.
His dreams were vague and unfocused that night. Images of a huge Herculean bodybuilder flashed through his mind. He had dreams of flexing, dreams of lifting impossible weights, dreams of towering about all the other ‘little’ people.
When he woke up the next morning, he felt more energized and invigorated then ever before. Not only was his mind fresh and his body full of energy, but his dick was already hard and poking upwards. When he sat up, the harden semen on his stomach cracked into flakes and fell off as they were unable to withstand the powerful force of his washboard abs. He reached down and brushed the flakes off, enjoying feeling how deep and cut his stomach was. Joe swung his legs and jumped out of bed. Immediately he could tell he had grown during the night. He lumbered over to the mirror, his thighs now so thick that they rolled around each other. He stopped in front of the mirror and looked at his reflection.
He was huge. He looked like a professional bodybuilder now. Not only did he gain muscle mass, but he became taller as well! He was now 6’2” tall, and appeared to weigh somewhere around 260 lbs. He was now heavier then the linebacker at school. But unlike those flabby guys, Joe was ripped. His deep cut abs looked devoid of all fat, as if he had never eaten a single piece of junk food in his life. His pecs looked big and heavy. It seemed funny that his tits were now bigger then any girl at school now. His shoulders had widened out to make room for his cannonball traps and delts.
When he flexed his arms, a large 20 inch bicep popped out, looking sexy as hell. He brought his bicep to his lips and roughly kissed it. He was suddenly made aware of his stubble when it brushed against the skin of his arm. The shadow made him look impossibly handsome, like one of those rugged lumberjacks you see on TV. His chin wasn’t the only place that had sprouted hairs. His chest now had a light coating on it, his forearms were covered with a forest of hairs and there was a treasure trail leading down to his crotch. Reaching up he rubbed his chin, feeling the bristles tickle him. The action caused his lat to swell outwards, catching his eye. Grinning broadly, Joe then did a lat spread and watched how they spread out like wings. He had a definite V-shape going on.
His gaze lowered to his legs. His calves had become softball sized now, and they looked like they could take him anywhere he wanted to go in no time. His quads were thick, each head clearly visible as he turned it around to take in its girth. Finally his eyes went to his cock and balls, which was still erect even after all this time. It was now 11 inches hard! Not only that, he didn’t have a pencil dick. What he had was a genuine thick, fat cock between his legs. Reaching down, he cupped the egg sized balls, a low moan escaping his mouth. His juices churned and a huge wad of pre shot out from his cock tip and splattered against the mirror.
A cocky smirk on his face, Joe walked out of his room and went to take a shower. In there, his hands explored his body as he allowed the hot water to rain down on him. Oh god, he was so big and hot now! His hip bucked back and forward as he flexed and groped himself. “I’M HUGE!” He roared at the top of his lungs, and his dick erupted like a volcano. The huge amount of cum spewed out, washed away immediately by the running water. He must’ve climaxed three times before he decided to switch over to cold water to make his dick turn flaccid. He knew he could probably go for hours now, but he had school today. He could stay home so he could enjoy his body in private, but then he wouldn’t be able to show off his muscles!
Dressing turned out to be a problem. None of his clothes fit him anymore! When he tried to pull on a t-shirt, he’d immediately blow out the sleeves and rip it either down the back or front. As arousing as it was to bust through his old shirts like nothing, he needed to find something to wear. Finally he resorted to going into his dad’s closet. His father was a hefty man, so he was able to find a t-shirt that fit him. The big difference was that while the shirt was stretched tight across the stomach and loose everywhere else for his dad, this shirt was tight on him every except for his stomach. His chest was clearly outlined, making it appear bigger then before. His arms completely stretched his sleeves to the limit, looking like he could rip right through it if he flexed them. For pants he had to resort to a pair of grey sweatpants with drawstrings since everything else was loose in the waist and tight around the thighs. All in all, he looked hot.
For breakfast, Joe cooked himself a large amount of eggs, bacon and sausage. Of course, he also added four slices of toast to the meal. Since he was pressed for time he ate fairly quickly, though he did linger on the last piece of buttered toast. And of course he made time to make himself a few sandwiches for lunch later.
That morning at school was the best one Joe had ever had. The moment he stepped into school, everyone immediately changed. Jaws dropped, people went calf eyed and to his satisfaction, a large number of guys popped boners at the sight of him. The days of being ignored were now over.
“J-Joe?” A stunned voice said uncertainly. “I-is that you?”
Joe turned around and looked down at Mike. He was now three inches taller then his friend, and outweighed him by over a hundred pounds of muscle. Joe enjoyed watching the little guy’s eyes widen, his breathing become fast and uneven and a small bulge forming in his jeans.
“Sup.” Joe greeted him.
“H-holy shit!” Mike exclaimed. “W-what happened to you?”
“Growth spurt.” Joe shrugged, causing his shoulder muscles to roll around each other. “How do I look?” Joe flexed an arm.
Mike’s eyes bulged outwards to match the bulge of Joe’s bicep. He just stood there, staring at the huge muscleman before him. They might’ve been there all day if the bell hadn’t rung.
“Well, been nice chatting with ya Mike.” Joe winked as he walked around him and headed for first period.
Although Joe sat through class, he didn’t pay any attention to the teacher at all. Instead, he spent his class time playing with himself. He would run his pencil tip through the forest of hairs on his forearms, experimentally flex and bounce his chest and tracing the veins on his hand. Occasionally he would stretch, causing all of his muscles to flex and bulge. And when imagination failed, he resorted to feeling himself up. All the time he could feel people’s eyes on him, watching his every move, anxiously waiting for the next muscular display from this young stud.
All too soon the classes were over and lunch time came. Suddenly realizing he was hungry, Joe quickly made his way to the school lawn. He got there pretty fast, mainly because everyone now parted away to make room for him to come through. Man he loved being big!
Joe was already halfway through his first sandwich when Mike finally showed up, out of breath and sweating. Joe didn’t say anything, but he could tell that Mike had been jacking off somewhere. The two of them spoke very little, though Mike would stare at his body in longing before he broke it off, only to resume staring a few moments later. Liking this attention, Joe continued to eat his sandwiches. He vaguely noticed that there were a lot more people on the front lawn then usual, most of them casting side long glances at him. It was such a head trip that Joe just had to do something about it. Swallowing the bite of sandwich in his mouth, He raised both arms and hit a double bi, flexing as hard as he could. His sleeves, unable to take it, ripped open and his shirt suddenly became sleeveless. There were many gasps and surprised noises at this, which inflated Joe’s ego even more.
At such sudden display of masculinity, Mike choked on his food as his eyes bugged outwards. Hastily he grabbed his thermos and quickly drained the contents to clear his throat. Laughing, Joe finished his sandwiches just as the bell rang.
The rest of the day went great. People stared at him lustfully wherever he went, and some people purposely bumped into him on order to cope a feel. A few of the braver ones actually flirted with Joe, several even asking him out. Joe loved the attention he was getting. He didn’t even mind the fact that some people pinched his ass or groped a muscle when he wasn’t looking.
That wasn’t the best part. The best part was that all day, Joe knew he was still growing. Every minute his shirt pulled tighter and tighter, his muscles swelled up just a bit bigger, becoming a tad stronger. While he waited in class, he could flex his chest muscles and watched them push outwards, threatening to shred it like he had done to the sleeves. His hands were magnetically attracted to his own body, unable to resist the urge to feel himself up. Once he heard someone asked someone else if Joe looked bigger then he had just a few hours ago.
When school ended, Joe went straight home, despite the urgings of a couple hot guys to ‘hang out.’ Right away he went straight for the fridge and made himself a HUGE sandwich, which he ate greedily. Right after he finished his last bite the doorbell rang. When he opened the door, he found his friend Mike waiting on the front step. Again Joe was surprised by how much bigger he had grown. That morning Mike was 3 inches shorter then he was, but now it looked closer to half a foot.
“H-hi.” Mike said, looking down nervously. “I-I was just wondering if I can hang out w-with-”
“Do you want to fuck or not?” Joe asked bluntly.
Mike jerked back, a bit stunned by Joe’s directness. “Wh-what?”
“My parents are out of town right now.” Joe leaned against the doorframe. “And you’ve been eyeing me all day. Now, do you to fuck or not?”
Mike answered by throwing himself onto Joe. Laughing, Joe lifted Mike off his feet and took him into his room. When he got there, he quickly undressed Mike, tossing all of his clothes off. When he got to undressing himself, however, he took a much more sensual approach. Grabbing the collar of his shirt, Joe ripped it straight down the middle to reveal his muscular torso.
Mike gasped at the sight. He leapt from his spot and immediately latched onto Joe, his hands moving everywhere to feel those big muscles of his. Joe replied to the worship by flexing various muscle groups, allowing Mike to feel how big and hard he could get. Mike began licking around the grooves of Joe’s abs, his tongue flicking against the blocks. He moved into kissing those huge pectoral muscles before he resorted to biting onto that large succulent nipple. Joe gave a gasp as an electric shock surged through his body and his cock jumped. Reaching past Mike, Joe grabbed his now skintight sweatpants and tore them off. He wasn’t wearing any boxers underneath, so his huge cock popped out and poked Mike in the stomach.
Mike gasped at the sight of that huge meat. It was now a foot long erect and thicker then a beer can. Wanting nothing but to have that huge piece o meat inside of him, Mike threw himself onto the bed, exposing his bare ass to Joe. Taking his cue, Joe moved behind Mike and pressed his cockhead against the little guy’s butthole.
“Ready?” Joe asked. “Cuz here we go!” Then Joe rammed as much of his dick into Mike as he could.
“Oh God yes!” Mike yelled and clenched his ass. He had never felt anything so painful and yet so good in his life! He uttered loud moans as Joe pushed deeper and deeper in until he could feel Joe’s large balls slap against him.
“So tight…” Joe grunted as he began to rock his hips back and forth. He was so big and strong now, stronger then anyone at school. Stronger then anyone in town! With a roar he exploded inside Mike. Mike screamed as the hot seed filled him, his own cock spasm in orgasm.
Joe roared as he climaxed again and again. After his third he pulled himself out of the tired out Mike before he erupted again, spewing cum all over the place. Again and again he climaxed, his balls seemed to be supplying an endless amount of seed. Finally his balls emptied and his dick fell limp. His room was now a mess, smelling strongly of sweat and cum.
Mike laid on the bed, so completely exhausted that he had fallen asleep. Realizing he had a craving for food, Joe turned and exited the room.
Joe was in heaven. Just walking got him hard, his legs so huge that they rolled around each other as he moved, taking on a full bodybuilder’s walk. His torso looked impossibly huge now, his pecs like boulders and his arms denser then steel. Each step was heavy and brought excitement to him. His body was so wide now that he had to go sideways to get through the door, and when he got out into the hallway his shoulders nearly touched both walls at the same time.
Slowly he descended into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator door. He pulled out the bread bag and took out the last slice inside of it. After a moment’s thought, Joe stuck it into the toaster. He preferred his bread to be hard, hot and crunchy, yet still pleasant inside. When the toast popped out, Joe took it into his hand. With two fingers Joe wiped off a generous amount of semen from his abs and lathered it onto the slice of toast.
Then, Joe brought it to his lips and took one, big bite.
END