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Balancing The Scales - The Pendant (Part 1)
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High-ranking members of the incoming government have learned of a number of top-secret military programs commissioned under the former conservative administration. These programs sought to dominate the social media narrative by creating large numbers of influencers to sway potential voters. The most successful of these programs was Operation Alpha - which used a potent combination of technology and ancient magics to turn large numbers of gay men into submissive twinks while creating an army of alpha males who sought to dominate social media channels with their powerful physiques and handsome looks, all while promoting conservative messages to the masses.
Upon discovering the project, the new administration sought to undo the damage caused, but they soon realised having dozens of fitness influencers suddenly losing their godly bodies would cause havoc. Instead, they decided to rebalance the scales. These are the stories of those involved.
Subject #1 - The Pendant - Part 1
Things had taken a turn for Clint. He had been riding the high that was the former presidency and trolling all the betas on Instagram with his insane body and even more insane conspiracy theories. Then the liberals won the election and suddenly his handler had stopped all contact.
He remembered the day he had been approached by the man dressed in black all those years ago. Back in those days, Clint wasn't much more than an internet troll with an axe to grind against a world he viewed as unfair. Clint had drawn the genetic short straw of being short and pudgy with soft facial features and a tiny 3-inch penis. During his school days he was an easy target for bullies who constantly mocked him for his unfortunate appearance. Girls hardly took one look at him and if they did, it was to point and laugh.
Malice brewed inside Clint until he found his true calling, the internet. On the internet, it didn't matter that he was a pale nobody that puberty had seemed to pass by. He could do anything he wanted. And what he wanted was to ruin the lives of others. He spent hours being the worst kind of internet troll, eventually learning that this twisted hobby turned him on.
That's when the man dressed in black took notice. He offered Clint a chance to troll on a far grander scale. Clint couldn’t resist. The man dressed in black took him in a dark SUV to a warehouse on the outskirts of town.
“What are we doing here?” huffed Clint as he climbed the stairs into the warehouse. He hardly left his computer these days, so the small amount of exercise was causing his lungs to burn. The man dressed in black remained staunchly silent. The pair rounded a corner to be greeted by the sight of dozens of muscular men, bound and gagged. ”This is where you choose the body of your dreams,” said the man dressed in black with a flourish, “All you have to do is agree to spread our message to the masses''.
The thought of upgrading from his pathetic excuse for a body was appealing for Clint, but he was skeptical. “So you give me lipo and a bunch of plastic surgery so I look like one of these queers?” he asked. “No dear boy, we have more delicate ways than that”, smirked the man dressed in black. “You see, all of these men are members of the liberal agenda. Gay men who are threatening our ideal of a muscular alpha conservative. To advance our agenda, they must be dealt with. But why let all that masculinity go to waste when we can put it to good use?”. The man dressed in black pulled out an ornate pendant with a series of wires and microchips attached to it. “Aztec kings across the ages used this necklace to humiliate their adversaries by robbing them of the very essence that made them men. With our technology, we can harness that essence and redirect it”.
Clint’s eyes lit up as he realised the potential of the situation. “All you have to do is sign this contract agreeing to advance the conservative agenda”, explained the man dressed in black as he showed Clint a document on a tablet. Clint was thrilled at the prospect as he saw it as a win win win, an incredible body, getting paid to troll online, and one less queer in the world. He immediately signed. “Wise choice, now go and choose your donor. Feel free to inspect the meat as long and as thoroughly as you like. When you’ve made your selection, simply prick your finger and smear a drop of your blood on the pendent and grab the balls of the man you desire”. “Will it hurt?” Clint asked. “In a way” smiled the man dressed in black.
Clint began to walk between the rows of men. Each man was a prime physical specimen in their own way, some slender and ripped like male models, others tall and hulking like powerlifters. Despite their impressive physiques, each had a true look of fear in their eyes. “Pussys,” Clint thought, “these queers don’t even deserve their bodies”. He came across a man with the tight athletic physique of a fitness model. Although he wasn’t the biggest man in the room, Clint admired the fine symmetrical curves of his physique, his boy next door looks, and his golden tan. Clint reached out and felt the hardness of the man’s muscles. “Shit there isn’t an ounce of fat on you!” Clint exclaimed.
The next man also caught Clint’s eye. This was a hulking beast of a man, with huge cords of muscle adorning his 6'4" frame. The man's tree trunk arms were pushed out by his insane lats and his barrel chest jutted out so far that he wouldn’t even be able to see the cobblestone bricks that made up his thick core. All of this was topped off by a huge uncut cock that was thicker than Clint’s wrist with balls the size of oranges. Clint was taken aback by the heavy stench of pure testosterone that the beast was putting off. “Hard to believe a beast like you is a faggot” Clint said as he pinched the beast's biceps. While they weren’t as hard as the fitness models, they were definitely full and powerful. While the fitness model was built for aesthetics, this man was pure strength incarnate.
“How are you getting on?” the man dressed in black asked as he came alongside Clint. “It’s between these two. The feeling of going from this to being a ripped fitness model has a bit of poetic justice to it. But the idea of dominating as a hulking brute sounds hot as fuck” Clint explained. “Well don’t take too long,” said the man dressed in black as he left Clint alone once more. Clint sat and pondered as he watched the two queers thrash and struggle as they realised what could happen to them. The beast was showing such a display of strength that Clint was scared he might be able to break free and break every bone in his pathetic body.
Clint pricked his hand and wiped a drop of his blood on the pendant which instantly turned red. He hesitantly approached the thrashing beast and hefted one of his huge nuts in his hands. Both men threw their heads back and roared as the necklace emitted a blinding light.
Clint was also good at finding loopholes. As the light faded, Clint was revealed to be standing between the two men, his arms outstretched clutching both men’s sacks. Clint began to smirk and each man screamed in pain as they began to shink, losing their muscles and strength. Suddenly Clint felt pain course through every fiber of his being. “What’s happening to me?” he whimpered. After a few moments, the pain turned into ecstasy as his system was flooded with power. He roared as his balls swelled to the size of oranges sending testosterone coursing throughout his body. His bones snapped and cracked as they thickened and lengthened. His shoulders broadened and his feet grew to a monstrous size. Slabs of muscle began to fill out his frame, the size of which matched that of the Viking, but with the hardness and symmetry of the fitness model. He moaned as his face rearranged itself into something masculine yet boy next door and his skin took on a golden tan.
Clint looked at the two men's new twink-like physiques. He squeezed their significantly smaller packages in his hands, wringing the last drop of masculinity out of their bodies. His muscles grew more vascular and his chest and arms sprouted a fine dusting of hair. Finally, his dick grew to a full 10 inches long and so thick that he couldn’t fit his new manly mitts the whole way around its girth.
Clint let go of his two donors, and using both hands began furiously rubbing the length of his throbbing shaft until he neared climax. He marveled at his new powerful physique as he approached orgasm, veins popping all over his arms as something feral took over him. As bursts of thick ropes of cum began to erupt from his cock, he pulled a most muscular pose and roared in sheer power. This is what he was born to be. A god among men. An alpha.
The man dressed in black smiled. It was always fun when someone found a loophole.
Part 2 available here
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Balancing The Scales - The Pendant (Part 2)
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Present day
Clint was making his way home after a long day at work, his body sore from the day's labour. He longed for the days where his job as a tradesman was just a front that had been set up for him by the Man in Black. After the procedure, the man dressed in black gave him a new backstory with a fit wife who had been through a similar procedure. He would laze around all day, working out, posting queer bait pictures to instagram, and most importantly spouting on about conspiracy theories and quotes about being a real man any chance he got. And in return for his work, regular checks arrived keeping him flush with cash.
But after the election, the checks stopped coming. He kept up his usual posting routine, but soon he had to turn back to tiling to pay the bills. As Clint gripped the steering wheel, he inspected his muscular forearm. His enhanced body required so much protein to maintain his mass that he was afraid he’d begin to lose his physique if he couldn’t find some cash. His posts had become more and more nonsensical as his situation worsened and he turned to shady deals selling videos of him wrestling other men on the internet.
Clint pulled his truck up to his local gym, hoping a solid workout would perk him up a bit. The gym was the only real place where he felt in control these days. As he made his way across the gym floor, he felt numerous pairs of eyes taking in his hulking form. The high-cut gym shorts and muscle tank that he was wearing did little to hide his godly physique. Buoyed by the attention, Clint made an effort to stand up straight and puff his chest out to give his admirers a better show as he strutted towards the free weights. To Clint's annoyance, some twink was already there, struggling with the lightest weights in the gym, his clothes draped off his unnaturally skinny body.
“I think you’re done here kid,” Clint said as he grabbed two of the heaviest dumbbells in the gym, shoving the much smaller man out of the way. The smaller man fell to the floor, but Clint didn’t pay him a second thought. He was far too engrossed in his workout. Despite having this body for several years now, it was still such a rush to workout. It was like his body craved being put under the stress of a heavy lifting session. Clint was transfixed at the way his hulking body moved as he curled the heavy dumbbells. It was almost orgasmic for him. He felt his member begin to chub up slightly in his shorts.
For the next hour, Clint pushed his body through a grueling workout. Upon finishing his last set, he dropped his weights back on the rack, and closed his eyes, his head tilted towards the ceiling. He loved the feeling of post-workout bliss. The feeling of his sweat-soaked shirt hugging his body. The feeling of his pumped muscles twitching under his skin. The feeling of blood coursing through his swollen veins. He felt his cock harden further down the leg of his shorts. He peeled off his sweat-soaked shirt, revealing his incredible torso, pumped and swollen from the workout. He began inspecting his flawless form in the gym mirror. “Could I be any more perfect,” he muttered to himself.
He felt a cool breeze as his dick approached full hardness, the tip beginning to surge past the leg of his shorts. “Down boy,” he laughed to himself, “just wait till we get home to the wifey”. He made his way across the gym floor, making sure to give his fellow gym-goers a good show of his sweaty, swollen form before tossing his gear in his truck and starting his journey home. The workout had helped take his mind off things, but the feeling of doubt that lingered on the periphery of his mind began to ebb once more.
As Clint pulled onto his street, he realised that a familiar black SUV was parked in his driveway. A wave of relief washed over him. The man in black must be finally reaching out to him! He parked his car and heaved his huge frame out of his truck. With his wide stride, it only took him a few steps to reach the car. Clint paused as he approached. Something was wrong. The door to the SUV opened revealing a man dressed in white. “Hello Clint” he said chillingly. Fear and panic sent adrenaline coursing through Clint’s veins. He turned and bolted away from the man, only to be grabbed by a dozen other men in suits and dark sunglasses. Clint’s muscles bulged as he wrestled for his life against the men, but he was simply outnumbered. “Take him inside” the Man Dressed in White ordered. The men bundled Clint inside as he howled and struggled.
Once inside, the men pushed Clint to his knees and bound his hands behind his back. “What are you going to do to me?” Clint asked. “Why we’re going to right what has been wronged Clint,” the man dressed in white said, “Do you ever think about the two men you cheated to get that body?. “Why would I?” Clint spat. “Well one of the men was tragically beaten to death by a homophobe after the agency released him while the other man was sold as a sex slave” the Man Dressed in White explained. “So, the queers deserved it” Clint spat again, his voice thick with malice.
The man dressed in white gestured to someone behind Clint. In walked the slender twink from the gym, his head and shoulders hunched. The twink looked at Clint with a mixture of lust and hate. ”Don’t you recognise him Clint?” the Man Dressed in White exclaimed as he pulled a small silver ring out of his pocket, “This is Shayne. We managed to rescue him off a drug lord in Mexico and tonight, we are going to balance the scales”.
“No, you can’t take my muscles”, panicked Clint. “Oh no Clint, we will be taking much more than that” explained the man in white. “You see, you have such a following on social media, your disappearance or sudden loss of size would fuel the fires of conspiracy”. “I’ll do anything, please don’t change me back,” begged Clint “I was nothing before!”. “Ohh Clint, you will be doing more than you know to right the wrongs of the agency”. “Place your hands on his temples Shayne” said the Man in Dressed in White. Shayne came and kneeled in front of Clint before reaching out and placing his small hands on Clint’s temples. He licked his lips as he felt the heat radiating off Clint's golden skin.
The Man Dressed in White placed the silver ring on Shayne’s finger. Suddenly Shayne’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. He sighed as his head slumped forward and a cloud of smoke escaped his mouth. The cloud began to float towards Clint. Panicked, Clint held his breath and thrashed against his bindings. “Ohh Clint, even with all your godly muscles, you’re still human so you’ll need to breathe eventually”.
Clint’s vision began to blur as the lack of oxygen began to take a toll on him. His veins began to pop as his muscles demanded he take a breath. A thin layer of sweat began to form on his skin. He couldn’t go any longer, and he was forced to take a long deep breath, pulling the smoke into his lungs. The last thing Clint remembered was a wave of weakness washing over him before everything went black.
Clint woke up a few minutes later with his face on the floor. His whole body ached. He went to push himself up off the ground when he noticed small, slender hands instead of his usual calloused mitts. Panicked, looked down and saw a pale and impossibly thin body. He began to go into shock. “Looking for these” said a deep voice rumbled. Clint looked in the direction of the voice, only to see a naked version of his former body looking back at him, flexing his huge biceps, and proudly showing his rock hard 10 inch cock as precum oozed from its tip. “This is such a rush,” the man exclaimed as his hands explored whis swollen new form, “I never had this insane size before”. The man's hands came to rest at the base of his throbbing cock. He shuddered as he ran his hands along the length of his thick shaft to his sensitive tip. “Let’s see what this monster can do,” the imposter said, his voice thick with lust as he walked slowly towards Clint.
The Man in White watched on, pleased with his work. But this was just one of the many wrongs that the agency and the man in black had made. He had more work to do.
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Balancing The Scales - The Ring (Part 1)
Here's the next entry in my Balancing The Scales series. You don't have to read the other parts to enjoy this one, but if you want to read them in order of release, the links are below.
Teaser short stories:
What's got into you?
The Power of Three
Spotter
Main Entries:
Balancing The Scales - The Pendant (Part 1)
Balancing The Scales - The Pendant (Part 2)
High-ranking members of the incoming government have learned of a number of top-secret military programs commissioned under the former conservative administration. These programs sought to dominate the social media narrative by creating large numbers of influencers to sway potential voters. The most successful of these programs was Operation Alpha - which used a potent combination of technology and ancient magics to turn large numbers of gay men into submissive twinks while creating an army of alpha males who sought to dominate social media channels with their powerful physiques and handsome looks, all while promoting conservative messages to the masses.
Upon discovering the project, the new administration sought to undo the damage caused, but they soon realised having dozens of fitness influencers suddenly losing their godly bodies would cause havoc. Instead, they decided to rebalance the scales. These are the stories of those involved.
Subject #2 - The Ring - Part 1
Ohhhhh fuuuuuuucccccckkkk! Mike smirked, this chick was practically orgasming and his cock wasn’t even halfway in yet. “You ain’t seen nothing yet babe” teased Mike and he began to slide the rest of his incredible cock into the woman’s waiting pussy, causing her to scream in ecstasy. “Fuck, so tight” he grunts as he slowly forces his cock in inch by inch. With such a massive member, Mike was used to having to take it slow while chicks got used to his size. And it’s not just Mike’s dick, everything about Mike was huge.
Standing at an imposing 6,3, and 260 pounds of solid muscle, Mike was quite the sight to behold. Layers of thick muscle wove their way across his imposing physique, covered by a thin layer of tan skin. His powerful arms easily lifted the woman off the ground while he further impaled her on his huge dick. She squealed and moaned at the top of her lungs as he reached the base of his cock. He shuddered as the stretched pussy tightly gripped his cock, sending pleasure coursing through his veins. He paused briefly, savouring the moment. His former self could never have imagined the changes that would come to his life. The man that he would become.
Mike remembered the day he met Drew. Mike was a starry-eyed freshman moving into his new dorm room before the start of the school year. He was on the smaller side but had spent his last year of high school trying to bulk and add some mass to his small frame. The result was a decently athletic, yet slim figure. Even with his enhanced muscle tone, Mike was struggling with the bulk of his bag, its sheer size making it difficult to maneuver with his short 5 foot 3 stature.
After clearing the first few flights, he stopped on a landing, his t-shirt drenched in sweat. It was frankly embarrassing how much he was struggling. To his dismay he realised that he was a little over halfway up and collapsed on a nearby bench, his eyes closed. “Need a hand man?” rumbled a deep voice. Mike opened his eyes and was greeted by one of the biggest men he had ever seen. The man looked to be about his age, but he must have been a good foot taller than him. Mike’s sister would have said the man had handsome boy next door looks, but Mike was more focused on the man's wide shoulders.
His round biceps flexed as they lifted a heavy box of clothing, while a bulky chest pushed the fabric on the front of his singlet forward. The black shorts that the man was wearing were struggling to contain the bulk of his legs and bubble butt. While it was clear this man was genetically gifted, he didn’t have the definition or size of a serious lifter. “I said, did you need a hand?” the guy asked again, reaching his large hand out to Mike. “Yeah sure,” Mike said, taking the man's hand and noticing how large and powerful it was compared to his own. “I’m Drew,” the man said as he effortlessly picked up Mike’s bags, flinging one over his shoulder while carrying the other under his arm. Mike was in awe of how easily the man handled the weight as if it was nothing. “I’m Mike,” Mike said as he followed Drew up the stairs, struggling to keep up with the bigger man's stride.
“So what are you here to study man?” Drew asked as he charged up the stairs. “Business and politics,” Mike replied, short of breath. He had always felt that the combination would make him a powerful man that demanded respect one day. “Nice, I’m studying agriculture and social work myself”, Drew said, “Dad wants me to take over the farm but I want to be a youth worker helping underprivileged kids”. Mike was surprised, he thought such an imposing man like Drew would be studying business or finance, not a touchy/feely subject like social work.
“Looks like this is me, number 56” Mike panted after they had cleared the remaining half dozen flights of stairs and stopped outside one of the rooms. “No way dude!” Drew exclaimed as he slapped Mike on the back, causing the smaller man to stumble forward, “You must be my roomie!”.
From that day, Mike and Drew became close friends. Mike was astonished to find that Drew had never set foot in a gym before, his solid physique the result of years of hard labour on the farm. But when Mike introduced him to pumping iron, he took to it like a duck to water. With his natural strength, he began to make great strides in his physique. Not wanting to be outdone, Mike pushed himself hard in the gym to try and keep pace with the bigger man. But try as he might, he couldn’t do anything about his genetics so his efforts were mostly in vain. He would always be the smaller man.
Shortly after moving into the dorm, Mike was woken in the early hours of the morning to a panting sound coming from Drew’s side of the room. As his eyes adjusted to the low level of light, Mike noticed Drew’s hulking form breathing deeply, the bulging muscles in his arms tensing and flexing while an obscene tent rose in his sheets. The cock contained within the confines of those sheets must have been truly colossal to make such a huge dent in the fabric. Absent-mindedly, Mike’s hands roamed to his own dick, feeling its small thin form. Mike never had much going for him downstairs. At that moment, Drew moaned in his sleep, and a large wet spot formed at the tip of the tent. Mike’s gaze lingered on the virile man in front of him. A throb of jealousy grew inside him before he drifted off to sleep.
As the months passed by, Drew’s physique became more and more refined. His formally modest pecs began to jut further out from his chest. The chords of muscle in his forearms became more and more pronounced while his mighty biceps and triceps stretched his sleeves to breaking point. As a result of his grueling workout schedule, his body fat began to steadily decrease, accentuating his already handsome features. His core was becoming so tight that you could see the ridges of his abs through the fabric of his shirts. Throughout this incredible transformation, Drew maintained the same natural humbleness and warmth that made him popular across the campus. Combined with his godly physique he became the center of attention in every room he walked into.
All this time, Mike remained by Drew's side. Whether they were at the campus gym or hanging out at one of the many campus parties, they were almost constantly in each other's presence.
But as Drew’s shadow grew bigger, Mike began to become frustrated with being second fiddle. It started small at first. He told Drew he was taking up powerlifting to try and push himself, but in reality, he knew that smaller guys had an advantage in the sport, and he hoped it would be something that he had that Drew couldn't match. He also began to put on more of a macho persona. At parties, he became loud and boisterous, to the point of being obnoxious in an effort to compensate for his smaller stature. Finally, he began taking doses of steroids and hormones in an attempt to catch up with the unbelievable gains that Drew had been making. This cocktail of drugs wreaked havoc on his system, making him even more irritable and envious. Drew picked up on Mike’s gradual change in personality, but as a true friend, he made a concerted effort to perk his roommate up by encouraging him to enter a powerlifting competition. With a target to channel his angst, Mike threw himself into prep for the contest and the mood in the doom room improved.
Before the boys knew it, they were nearing the end of their junior year in college. Drew’s physique had further matured and he had begun to build up a sizable following on social media. Companies were even starting to reach out to explore sponsorship deals. And for Mike, he had begun to make promising inroads into his lifts, and his performance at the state powerlifting contest looked promising.
So promising in fact that the smaller man managed to take out the top spot for the 65kg weight class. Mike was on cloud 9. After accepting his medal he threw up his hands in triumph. He reveled in the applause. He finally had something he could be proud of. Something that he was the best at. From the crowd, Drew was the one hollering and cheering the loudest. “I’m telling you dude, you’re going to go pro” Drew said as the two posed for photos after the ceremony had ended. Mike puffed his chest out a little more than usual to try and out-angle his larger friend.
“Great work today boy”, the owner of the powerlifting gym said as he came over to greet the two young men. “You’ve got a bright future ahead of you”. “Thanks coach”, Mike said beaming. “Say why don’t the two of you help me pack up and I’ll take you out for a beer”, the owner said. Mike made his way over to one of the bars and began removing plates to pack them back onto the stand. A loud grunt caught his attention. He looked up to see Drew walking across the gym, carrying a fully laden barbell in each arm. Mike’s heart sank when he realised that one of those barbells was the one he had just used to break his former personal best lift, and Drew was carrying it one hand like it was nothing. “Geez big guy” explained the coach “you’ve got some freaky strength in you. Have you ever thought of trying powerlifting? You could do great things in the sport”. Mike went red with rage. In his moment of triumph, his roommate had outshone him once again. “I’ve never really thought about it,” shrugged Drew, causing the weights in his arms to effortlessly rise and fall. “Well if you ever decide to use that body to its full potential, you know where to find me,” the coach said as he slapped the larger boy on the back. Mike had heard enough, he grabbed his gym bag and stormed out of the gym.
Mike was fuming and his mind was in a dark place. His body was on autopilot as he roamed the city streets towards the campus. After walking for hours, he slumped into a park bench. It wasn’t fair. Drew had everything, the body, the looks, the whole package. And now he had to take powerlifting as well, the one thing that Mike had. The cocktail of artificial hormones and steroids coursing through his body was doing weird things to his mind. What had he done to deserve this? Why was the world so unfair? His thoughts continued to spiral.
“Tough day friend?” a voice said, snapping Mike back to reality. Mike looked up to find a man dressed in an immaculate black suit sitting next to him on the park bench. “You don’t know the half of it,” Mike said, cracking his knuckles. “Ohh I understand more than you know Mr. Jacobs” the man smiled. “How do you know my name?” Mike asked, edging away from the man nervously. “That’s not important Mr. Jacobs,” the man said very matter-of-factly. “What’s important is I have the opportunity of a lifetime for you to become so much more than you are now”. Mike listened intently.
Later that evening Mike returned to the apartment to find Drew waiting for him. “There he is, the champion himself,” Drew said standing up from his desk to welcome his buddy home. “Thanks man,” Mike said with a grin as his flatmate slapped him on the back a little too hard. “I know I’m on a diet, but I brought us some beers to celebrate,” Mike said, turning his back to Drew before handing him a freshly opened beer. “Cheers man, to the future state champ!” Drew said, holding his beer up to toast. Mike smiled as he clinked his bottle against his larger flatmates before the two men took deep swigs from their beers.
The two talked for a few minutes before Drew slumped into a chair. “Wow, that beer’s gone straight to my head,” the larger man said, shaking his head in an attempt to clear it. “Yeah, that stuff works quickly and gave you triple what I usually give people to account for your size”, Mike said, the smile on his face twisting into an evil smirk. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Drew said, trying to keep focus. “That doesn’t concern you now Drew, just relax,” Mike said, quietly sipping on his beer. “What did you do to me?” Drew asked, staring helplessly at his flatmate as he struggled to keep his eyes open. “Nothing nearly as bad as you’ve done to me you queer” Mike spat. “What, how do you…” Drew started before his words failed him. “That’s right, I know you’re gay,” Mike said with venom, “What I don’t understand is how the universe decided to give a queer like you a body like that”. “You could have had any girl on this campus, but instead you’ve wasted your gift ” Mike explained. “But that’s about to change, because tonight, I’ll finally take what’s rightfully mine”.
“Mike, no matter what you’ve done we can talk about this!” Drew said, vision still blurry. “We can talk once I’m a god”, Mike said as he approached Drew who was slumped helplessly in the chair. Mike proceeded to pull a small silver band out of his pocket. Strange etchings and a series of small microchips and wires were dotted across its surface. As he placed it on his finger, he could have sworn he felt a tingling feeling shoot through his body. “Now is the time for both of us to get what we truly deserve,” he said as he placed his hands on Drew’s temples.
Instantly Mike felt his vision turn black and an overwhelming feeling of weightlessness overcame him as his consciousness was pulled from his body in a cloud of smoke. The smoke lingered in the air for a second before it began to enter Drew’s immobilised body. As the smoke poured into Drew, Mike began to feel the larger man’s consciousness, confused and alarmed at the sudden intruder in his mind. “Pathetic” Mike thought, as his consciousness expanded to engulf Drew’s increasingly panicked presence. After a brief struggle, Mike’s dominant consciousness forced Drew from his body.
Victorious, Mike felt his consciousness expand to begin to fill its new host. A wave of new sensations washed over him as he took control of the larger body. He felt strong. He felt powerful. He felt complete. Mike’s eyes shot open as he sprang up from the chair where Drew had previously been sitting. His vision spun momentarily with vertigo as he struggled to adjust to his new 6 foot 3 height. His face contorted into a smug smirk that looked foreign on Drew’s formerly playful face. He looked down at his new colossal form to find his view obscured by his huge peck shelf that was straining against the fabric of his athletic hoodie. He felt hormones course through his veins, but unlike synthetic chemicals present in his old body, these felt more natural, almost primal. The feeling of strength was so fundamental to his being that he felt like he was invincible. He brought his new larger calloused hands up to the neck of the hoodie, and in a frightening display of power, ripped the thick fabric clean off, exposing his new torso in all its muscular glory.
Thick veins snaked up from his forearms over his swollen biceps. His colossal pecs jutted several inches away from his chest, covered in a light dusting of hair. Huge shoulders and wide lats gave his body a phenomenal presence, forcing his arms away from his torso. He traced his fingers along his new abs. While some men had thin, tight cores, his was somehow solid, powerful, and cut all at the same time. His thick fingers came to rest on the waistband of his athletic shorts which were strained in all directions by his sizable quads, perky butt, and raging hard-on.
He gingerly peeled his shorts down exposing his new cock. Mike gasped. From that first night, he knew that Drew was packing some impressive length but he wasn’t prepared for the sheer girth of his new monster. It was easily as thick as a beer can with a huge angry vein running the length of the shaft. He gingerly placed his hands on his engorged member, mesmerised by how his much larger hands still couldn’t reach the whole way around. Having been circumcised in his former body, he marveled at the foreign sensation of pulling back his new foreskin revealing a huge mushroom head. A strong musky smell filled his nostrils. The toes of his huge feet gripped the floor as a small breeze on the head of his cock sent pleasure from his sensitive exposed glands, up his shaft, and out across his entire body. A deep moan escaped his mouth.
“What did you do to me?” Drew, now in Mike's former body, moaned as he tried to push himself off the floor. Mike smirked and swaggered over to his pathetic former body, his raging hard-on smacking against his quads as he walked, sending globs of pre-cum across the room. “I took what’s rightfully mine,” Mike taunted. “I’ll tell everyone what you did, someone will find a way to fix this” Drew said, fear in his voice as he stared up at his hulking former form. “Ohh I don’t think anyone will listen to a word you say when you’re locked up in prison” Mike said, as he placed one of his huge feet on Drew’s chest and pushed him to the ground. “You see, before I came back to the apartment I rang the police and confessed to spiking all those girls' drinks at the campus bars this year”. “You did what?”, Drew said in disbelief. “How do you think I knew how to take you down big guy”, Mike laughed, “but a queer like you deserved it”.
Mike then began to flex his huge new biceps. “To think you wasted this”, Mike said as he watched the split peak rise and fall with each flex of his powerful arm. “You could have had any girl you wanted but you chose to be a homo,” Mike said, locking eyes with Drew, “Well there’s a new Drew Mcneil in town, and he’s never going to waste the gifts he has”.
Mike reached down and began to stroke his raging boner with one hand while his other explored his huge new form. His breathing began to hasten, and his muscles took on a slight pink hue as they began to pump with blood. His strokes became faster and faster and a slight sheen of sweat appeared on his body. Finally, his panting turned into primal groans of pleasure as ecstasy coursed through his veins and cum spewed from the tip of his cock. Volley after volley sprayed all over Drew, who was now just a reminder of the sad life he used to lead. He had won. He was the alpha male now. And all the other pathetic men would cower before him.
Across town, the man dressed in black watched on intently through a series of cameras hidden throughout the apartment. Yet another successful operation. He was one step closer to his goal.
Part 2 coming soon...
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Balancing The Scales - The Ring (Part 2)
Here's part 2 of the second entry in the Balancing the scales entry. This part turned out to be longer then expected but hopefully it's worth it.
Part 1 is available here.
Present-day
Mike awoke to the first rays of sunshine streaming through the window. The girl from last night was sound asleep on one of his meaty pecs, exhausted from the marathon fuck session that Mike had put her through earlier.
Mike slowly slipped out from underneath the girl, placing her head gently on a pillow before swinging his feet off the bed and onto the floor with a heavy thud. He paused for a few moments wiggling his meaty toes to get the blood pumping. After hauling himself to his feet, he stretched up to his full height, reaching his hands straight above him. This had become something of a morning ritual for Mike since he had taken over this body. As he stretched, his hands came to rest flat on the ceiling. Relishing in his superior height never got old for Mike, as even though they were several years behind him, he still remembered experiencing the world from a much lower viewpoint. He inhaled deeply, puffing out his chest and causing his core to tighten in an awe-inspiring display of virility.
Since taking over Drew’s body, Mike had pushed himself hard in the gym. This increased effort, combined with a raft of free supplement sponsors and Drew’s phenomenal genes had led to Mike packing on a tremendous amount of muscle, all while managing to shed the last vestiges of baby fat that Drew himself had found so hard to tackle. The result was a truly incredible physique that many hard-core gym rats were envious of, let alone the other seniors in his college. His lats flared wide, and the deep musky smell of sweat from the night's escapades wafted from his armpits.
Bringing his hands down to his sides, Mike pumped his biceps a few times, feeling the blood rush into his thick arms. Despite last night's session running until the early hours of the morning, he was brimming with energy - another perk of the incredible body that he now called his own. He seemed to have near-limitless energy. His substantial muscle mass and quick metabolism caused Mike to feel as if he had a fire burning constantly inside of him. He spent much of his time wearing little to no clothing, and naturally, he slept nude.
Mike’s attention was brought to the semi-hard monster dangling from his crotch. With the sheer volume of hormones coursing through his veins, Mike seemed to be perpetually semi-hard, his meaty cock slapping against his thighs as he walked. He massaged his thick shaft with one hand, while the other massaged his huge nuts as if to work out the kinks from their workout the night before. The act sent pleasure shooting through his body, but he held back from going further. If he spent all day playing with himself, he wouldn’t get anything done. Again.
Mike thudded over to his wardrobe and picked out his outfit for the morning - a form-fitting pair of orange shorts from one of his sponsors and a new pair of white runners. No shirt of course, it would be a shame to cover up a torso like this.
Mike exited his apartment and made his way down to the lobby of his building. Even though he was still in college, his lucrative sponsorship deals meant that money was no real concern for him and he had purchased a luxury apartment just off-campus.
As he exited his building, he began to jog slowly, before picking up speed until he was at a full running pace. He never used to do cardio in his old body since he was scared of losing the little mass that he had managed to build up.
Cardio in this body was an absolute joy. The first time he’d gone for a run in his new body, he was convinced he’d look like a goofy mess. But he soon realised the sheer physical prowess that this body possessed, moving with such power and athleticism. He just had to remember to wear an athletic jock or his cock would swing like a pendulum in his shorts, its thick tip poking out the bottom. Even running at the pace he was, his breathing was even and measured. His new body seemed to relish any physical pursuit. And the extra fitness certainly helped him in his marathon fuck sessions.
After an hour of intense cardio, Mike’s form was as strong as ever. His body, operating like a perfectly balanced machine, had run mile after mile, the only sign of exertion being a slight pump in his oversized muscles and a sheen of sweat covering his exposed torso. He slowed his pace to a stop as he reached his destination. A goofy grin was plastered on his face as he embraced the cocktail of hormones coursing through his body after his morning cardio. He drew in deeply, his nostrils filled with potent man stench that hung heavy in the air. “That fag’s going to love this,” he said to himself.
He walked a few steps and banged his meaty fist on the door. The door swung open to reveal Joey Simpson, a broad muscular man, around the same age as Mike. Joey was one of the biggest jocks on campus. As captain of the football team, he had built the strong athletic body of a college athlete. NFL teams were tripping over themselves to sign him ahead of his impending graduation. In his old body, Mike always tried to befriend Joey and become part of his entourage, but Joey would either tease and make fun of Mike’s short stature or just outright ignore him in favor of hanging out with Drew.
With his new body, Mike was the larger man. He was taller, stronger, and bigger - everywhere. And with Mike’s new cocky alpha personality, Joey had begun to look at the larger man with absolute reverence. Normally when Joey was out, he'd be showing off the impressive muscles that years of football had given him, but when he was around Mike, he covered his smaller body up to avoid comparisons to the larger man. When Joey was next to Mike, Mike had made sure to puff out his chest and subtly flex his biceps to assert his dominance.
The night Joey's team won state for the first time, Joey blew Mike at the team’s after-party. Even in his moment of triumph, Mike dominated the college athlete. Mike wasn’t gay, but knowing that the captain of the football team was submitting to him drove him wild. After being signed to the NFL ahead of finishing his senior year, Joey developed his athletic body further and had a string of model girlfriends. But Mike was still the alpha.
“Sup fruitcake, '' Mike said as he pushed his way into the apartment. “What are you doing here?” Joey said, his face full of concern as he quickly closed the door, “I said you're not welcome here anymore”. “I don’t care faggot, I was nearby and I need to get my rocks off” Mike said as he palmed his huge balls through his gym shorts. “No, not again. My girlfriend will be back any minute” Joey pleaded. “I said I don’t care faggot” Mike said. “Don’t call me that, I’m not gay!” Joey complained, raising his voice, and flaring out the muscles in his shoulders and lats to make him appear more intimidating.
Mike chuckled. It was true that Joey did have an impressive physique - he was a professional athlete after all. But Mike was a god among men. He stormed right up to Joey until he was mere inches away from him, the smaller jock only just coming up to Mike’s colossal pecs. Mike looked down on the shorter man and puffed out his chest and flared his lats, making his colossal frame even more intimidating. “What did you say faggot?”, Mike said in his deep rumbling baritone. Joey croaked something under his breath, his resolve shattering. “That’s what I thought, '' said Mike.
Mike grabbed the other man's head and rammed Joey’s nose into his sweaty, hairy armpit. Joey’s nostrils filled with Mike’s thick musk, destroying the last of the athlete's resistance. Joey moaned, and his cock instantly became hard in his pants before shooting a load into his boxers. “Pathetic beta fag” Mike said as he pushed Joey to his knees.
Joey came face to face with the obscene bulge that had formed in Joey’s shorts. He reached up and pulled down Mike’s workout shorts and jock before being confronted with Mike’s monster of a cock and obscenely sized balls. Seeing the massive cock in front of him caused Joey to monetarily hesitate. His hands absentmindedly fondled the much smaller member in his own shorts. “Come on fag, I don’t have all day,” Mike said as he slapped his swollen member against Joey’s face. The sheer weight of his cock left a stinging red mark on the athlete’s cheek.
Such a raw display of masculinity spurred Joey into action. He opened his mouth wide, taking the swollen mushroom head of Mike’s cock into his mouth. Mike shuddered as the man's warm mouth enveloped his cock. Although he wasn’t gay, he loved a good blow job from big guys like Joey. Their mouths were able to fit so much more of him in.
A gagging sound came from Joey as he struggled to get the whole head into his mouth. He looked up at the god in front of him. Mike looked down on the pitiful man. To think he had desperately tried to get recognition from this pathetic faggot. And now he was totally submissive to him.
Seeing the professional athlete look up at him with a mixture of fear and lust while he choked on his massive cock was such a turn-on for Mike that he grabbed the back of the jock’s head and forced him further down his fuck stick. Joey choked and wheezed as more and more of the colossal cock was forced down his throat. Finally, his nose made contact with Mike’s hairy pubes. His eyes watered, and he gagged and spluttered, impaled on the colossal cock of the god in front of him, his senses assaulted with the musty smell of pubes, the taste of salty pre on his tongue.
He placed his hands on the huge muscular quads in front of them. They were so serrated, that they looked to be cut from rock. He felt the muscle ripple and flex under the skin as their owner tensed and flexed, riding the waves of pleasure that shot through his cock. Using the colossal thighs for purchase, Joey began to force his head backward and forwards, repeatedly impaling himself with the monster of a cock.
“Fuck yeah”, Mike grunted as he used one of his meaty hands to guide the smaller jock’s head on his cock. With his free hand, he pumped his bicep, marveling at the size. Despite being in this body for years, it was still a turn-on for him.
Joey coughed and sputtered again. Mike’s cock swelled bigger as he became more aroused as he worshiped his own muscular form. Lowering his free hand to his core, Mike’s meaty fingers traced each of his powerful abs as he flexed and contracted them. He moved up to his pecs, palming one of them, feeling its colossal weight. He bounced it a few times in his palm, before he flexed, marveling at how dense the slabs of muscle became. Finally squeezed his perky nipple, sending more pleasure throughout his body.
His cock pulsed again. Joey, sensing his master was nearing climax, doubled his efforts. The extra sensation sent pleasure shooting through Mike’s body again, and his cock pulsed in Joey’s mouth. Mike began to moan. He moved his free hand up to his throat. He felt the vibrations of his low baritone as it rumbled in his chest and throat.
His balls began to churn. He was the embodiment of man. The pinnacle of masculinity. The alpha. With one powerful movement, he released his grip on Joey’s head slightly, allowing the man to come almost fully off his pulsing cock, before grabbing a fist full of his long hair and slamming him back down along the length of his shaft.
Cum erupted from Mike’s cock, straight down Joey’s waiting throat. Joey opened his eyes to see Mike’s muscle form, twitching and pulsing as it was rocked with orgasm. The sight made Joey climax again, shooting another wad of cum into his boxes while his mouth was filled with volley after volley of thick alpha cum. Mike pushed Joey to the floor, his muscles twitching and flexing as he basked in the post orgasmic bliss. His cock spewed a final few volleys of cum all over Joey's face and shirt as he lay dazed on the floor.
Mike finally opened his eyes and tp the sight of the star athlete dazed on the ground covered in his cum. “Pathetic” he chuckled as he pulled out his phone and took a snap of the footballer in a compromising position on the ground. “What was that?” Joey questioned, snapping back to attention as he heard the camera shutter. “Just a wee souvenir” Mike smiled, “and you know what to do if you never want it to see the light of day”. Joey’s face fell. Mike laughed at the defeated jock. “See you around fag” Mike chuckled as he shook his cock a few times in Joey’s direction, sending a few globules of cum towards the jock. Mike pulled up his pants and left the apartment, Joey still sprawled on the floor covered in cum.
As Mike made his way out of the building, he got a notification on his phone. It was a tweet from Joey, “Politics needs to stay out of sports” the tweet said with a link to a conservative blog site. Mike chuckled to himself. Even if the Man in Black hadn’t reached out in a while, he was still forging ahead with his mission. He pocketed his phone and began the run back to his apartment. Hopefully that chick from last night had recovered by now. There was just enough time for a quick round two before he tossed her out and went to the gym.
A short time later Mike arrived back at his apartment to find the chick from the night before waiting for him. “Hey stud”, she said in a sultry voice as he entered the apartment. She was wearing nothing but one of his workout shirts, the huge garment hanging loosely on her slender frame. In a few large steps, Mike made his way over to her, scooped her off her feet, and began to stick his tongue down her throat. He wasn’t messing around.
The girl began to run her slender hands all over his torso, feeling his sweat-soaked muscle. Her fingers roamed into his workout shorts, squeezing his rapidly engorging member before she broke away from the kiss. “I’m going to go get loosened up,” the woman said, staring deep into Mike's eyes as she walked away towards to bedroom, her hips swaying seductively as she went. Mike licked his lips, he loved it when a chick was so forward, it made it way hotter when he dominated them later. “I made you a protein shake”, the woman said as she exited the room. “You’re going to need the help you can get” she teased with a wink.
Mike spied the protein shaker on the counter. He popped the lid and gave it a quick sniff - vanilla, his favorite. He slurped the thick mix down his gullet before slamming the container down and letting out a huge burp. Maybe he’d keep this one around a little longer, he thought to himself as he began to make his way towards the hall.
“Hello Mike”, a voice said calmly from behind him. Mike turned to see a man dressed completely in white. “The name's Drew, and where the fuck did you come from?” Mike said. “That is not of your concern” the Man in White smiled at Mike. “Listen fucker” Mike said as he stomped over to the intruder. However as he reached the man, his vision began to blur and he lost his balance. “Ahhh, I see the drug is working,” the Man in White said, “we were unsure how much would be required of someone your size”. “What the fuck did you do to me?” Mike said before he feebly tried to take a swing at the man. The clumsy blow missed the man, resulting in Mike losing balance and crashing to the floor.
“I feel the better question is what did you do to him?” the Man in White said as he stepped aside to reveal a thin, blond man. Mike struggled to focus on the new individual in the room. Something about him seemed familiar. “Drew?” Mike slurred.
It had been years since he last saw Drew as he was hauled away in Mike's old body by the police. The years behind bars had not been kind to Drew as he had seemingly lost all the muscle that Mike had managed to build from his powerlifting days while in prison. His body was rail thin and pale with bruises on his face and dark circles under his eyes.
“My team found him in prison a few weeks ago”, the Man in White said as he paced around the two men. “He’s had a rough few years, being a bitch-boy traded between a series of gang members in prison,” the man in white explained. “Faggot probably liked it” Mike spat. “This poor man has stomached so much abuse that he hardly talks anymore and you don’t even care?” the Man in White said, kneeling down to look Mike in the eye. “Gods like me don’t care about beta fags” Mike spat as he attempted to lunge at the Man in White. But the effects of the drug were too strong and the Man in White casually dodged the feeble attempt. Mike landed in a sitting position on the ground, his head slumped and his arms hanging loosely at his sides.
“You took what doesn’t belong to you and committed acts of pure evil,” the Man in White said as he moved to stand behind Drew, “so tonight we are going to balance the scales”.
The Man in White nodded at Drew and the man began to inch himself towards Mike. He sat a small distance away from Mike’s giant form, hesitant to move closer. “It’s ok”, urged the Man in White “he can’t hurt you”. Drew crawled the remaining instance on his hands and knees before shakingly reaching out one of his small hands towards Mike’s muscular chest. Upon making contact with the large man he gasped. “You’re so much bigger” Drew whispered softly. “Damn straight fag, I took your body and used it to its full potential”, Drew bragged as he willed his limbs to move, “I’m bigger than you ever dreamed of being”.
Drew proceeded to trace his small fingers down Mike’s muscular chest across the ridges of his abs before resting at the waistband of his gym shorts. He grabbed the band with both hands and pulled the pants down, releasing Mike’s semi-flaccid monster. Drew cupped it gently in both hands, exploring the distantly familiar weight.
Drew pulled Mike’s shorts down completely so he was naked on the floor, before removing his own shorts. Mike laughed as he saw his former body's pathetic cock, “I think that little stub fits you queer”. The Man in White walked over to Drew and whispered in his ear as he placed something in his small hands.
Drew turned back to Mike revealing a small silver ring before slipping it on his finger. Mike burst out laughing again. “That’s your plan, using the ring?”, he jeered, his confidence in the situation building. “Well, jokes on you fuckers, the Man in Black gave me a wee upgrade” he bragged, “the ring won’t work on me anymore. This is my body for good”. “Ohh he won’t be swapping bodies with you”, the Man in White said calmly “He’ll be taking everything from you”.
Drew opened his palm and revealed what appeared to be a thin golden bangle. He twirled it in his hands a few seconds before reaching over and grabbing Mike’s cock. Instantly Drew felt a wave of incredible pleasure shoot through his entire body. Mike’s cock rapidly rose to full mast as Drew slid the band down his shaft. By the time it reached the base of his cock, Mike was harder than he’d been since that first night that he jacked off after taking Drews's body. His cock was so engorged that the bangle fit snugly around his raging shaft.
“What. the. Fuck.” Mike cursed as waves of pleasure continued to surge through his body. Drew calmly squatted over Mike’s throbbing tool, aligning his surprisingly perky butt cheeks over Drew’s precum-soaked mushroom head. “Enjoy it while it lasts” Drew said, surprisingly confidently as he lowered himself on Mike’s rock-hard cock.
Pleasure erupted along the length of Mike’s dick as Drew's tight hole enveloped it. Every inch that Drew lowered himself onto Mike’s pole sent shockwaves of pleasure through Mike’s body as if he was cumming repeatedly over and over again. Drew bit his lip as he took the insane cock deeper and deeper inside of him, waves of pleasure and pain washing over him. Mike was consumed in orgasm. It was like his former body's ass was made to take his dick. Most chicks couldn't take him this deep. It’s like his ass went on forever.
Mike looked down and gasped. Drew had lowered himself down so far that his ass cheeks were pressed against the base of Mike’s groin. But it seemed to keep going. The golden bangle began to glow with a renewed intensity as the flesh on Mike’s groin began to fuse with Drew’s ass. Pain began to shoot through Mike’s dick. It felt like the very atoms of his cock were being ripped apart.
Soon the feeling began to spread to his groin as Drew began to sink further into his thighs and hips. Looking over Drew’s shoulder, he noticed blobs of flesh move and rippled under the skin where the two men were fused. The mounds appeared to be coalescing around Drew’s groin where they began to shift into a solid mass. Drew moaned as the mounds of flesh added themselves to his tiny nub, causing it to double, then triple in size and girth, before eventually settling at a size that was even bigger than Drew’s former monster. It was soon joined by two heavy balls as they swelled in Drew's sack, sending a familiar cocktail of hormones coursing through his body.
Mike tried to fight back, slamming his torso against Drews's back in an attempt to dislodge himself from the smaller man. But as he made contact with Drew's back, he became stuck, his abs pushing into the smaller man's lower back while his muscular pecs rested on his shoulders. The pain began to spread to his abs and pecs as they began to sink into the smaller man. Drew lined up his arms with Mike’s, causing the pain to spread there as he made skin contact.
Mike felt as if his body was on fire. It was as if every single muscle fiber was ripped from his very being. He slumped forward in pain, causing his jaw to make contact with the back of Drew's head. For a moment, it looked as if Drew was wearing some form of Mike pelt before his jaw began to sink into the top of Drew’s head.
Mike’s pain was Drew’s pleasure. He looked down to see brick after brick of diamond cut abs appear from beneath the surface of his previously flat stomach before his vision was obscured by two rapidly inflating pectoral muscles. He felt stength surging into his arms as they began to grow in size and power.
In one last desperate attempt, Mike summoned all his remaining strength to throw himself backward, causing him to land flat on his back with Drew on top of him. The act only seemed to speed up the process, with Drew’s thin legs now in contact with Mike’s colossal thighs.
Mike’s pain surged as he felt as if his very bones were breaking. Simultaneously, Drew’s skeleton began to stretch and lengthen. Mike felt as if he was being stretched in all directions before he finally lost consciousness in a haze of pain.
As Drew began to absorb the last of Mike’s colossal form, his features began to solidify. His hands surged in size and developed the deep callouses of a serious lifter. His forearms became covered in veins and his biceps swelled. His back stretched across the floor as it widened causing his boulder shoulders to move further away from his heavy traps. The swelling of his quads pushed his legs apart and his feet grew wide and long. Finally, his face remolded itself into a handsome hybrid of both Drew and Mike, with strong masculine features. Every muscle fiber rippled and flexed under tanned paper-thin skin. Drew’s moans changed from a high-pitched squeal to a rumbling roar as he came load after load of thick cum into the air from his angrily throbbing cock.
“Not bad at all” the Man in White noted as Drew lay there in his post-orgasmic bliss, his titanic body rivaling top bodybuilders. He chuckled to himself as he saw Drew reach for his still swollen cock, beginning to stroke it with his saucer-sized hands. He’d let the newly grown titan enjoy himself for now, but there was still plenty of work to do.
The Man in Black had left a lot of pain and suffering in his wake. And it was his duty to right the wrongs of his other half. He pulled his phone out of his pocket to find an email from one of his researchers waiting for him. Another artifact had been located, one that was deeply personal to him. One he must secure it at all costs.
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