My Roommate's Underwear

My Roommate's Underwear

I have always had a fetish for underwear, especially white briefs. I don't know how or why I came to be aroused by them, but I just know that I am. This is a story about what happened to me when my curiosity about underwear allowed me to make a very interesting discovery.

I was 21 and a junior in college. I lived in an apartment with my best friend Josh. Josh and I had met our freshman, became friends, and have been roommates ever since. The funny thing is, Josh and I are total opposites. I am about 5'8'', 130 lbs., brown hair, green eyes, and very out of shape. Josh on the other hand is 6'3", blond hair, blue eyes, and at least 230 lbs. of solid muscle. I guess I've always been attracted to Josh, but nobody knows that I am gay. And I am very afraid that if he ever found out, he would not want to be around me anymore.

My incredible story takes place during a weekend in October. The new school year had recently begun and Josh and I were having a few small problems. He started to become very quite and never talked to me. He was always going to classes or out with other friends and never wanted to spend time with me. I didn't know what was wrong, but we never talked about it. I returned home from my classes on Friday afternoon and I found a note on the kitchen table. It said "Went home for the weekend to visit my family. Be back Sunday, Josh"

With the apartment to myself for the weekend, I tried to come up with something to do. Friday night I just sat on the couch and watched TV. When I awoke Saturday morning, I found myself still on the couch, where I had fallen asleep the night before. Saturday I did a little homework, but that didn't last long. As the afternoon wore on, I started to get horny. I stripped off my shirt and pants and was about to start jacking off. Then I got a great idea. I would feed my fetish for underwear by sneaking into Josh's room and trying on a pair of his. I didn't even know what type he wore. When I pulled open the drawer, imagine my delight when I saw white briefs. I took out a pair and put them on. They were a little big, given the size difference between Josh and I, but they felt great! I walked over to the mirror and checked myself out.

I looked silly. Then I got this tingle in my stomach. It slowly spread throughout my entire body. My body seemed to be growing in the mirror. My legs and torso were stretching to become taller. I could see my legs seem to blow up. My calves inflated and I could feel a new sense of strength in them. The feeling moved to my thighs, which were now much larger than the calves. I could see veins start to pop out along my legs. My stomach was the next area to fall victim to the tingle. My belly seemed to dissolve as my waist shrunk a little and my abdominal muscles began to emerge. Before I knew it, there was a six-pack of tight muscle where my belly once was. My pecs then felt like they were inflating, as my nipples seemed to enlarge. I could feel my shoulders widen. At the same time my arms seemed to fill with air, like a balloon. My biceps grew to be in perfect proportion with the rest of my body. Then the tingle left me.

As I stared in the mirror, I couldn't believe what had happened. My face remained the same, but I had a whole new body. I had Josh's body! I had seen Josh walking from the bathroom to his bedroom with only a towel around his waist a few times, and this was what I saw! My dick was already hard and pressing against the underwear that now fit perfect on my new body. I stuck my hand into the underwear and began to rub it. It didn't take long before I had blown a huge load all over my hand and all over the underwear. I was so caught up in the pleasure of my new body I had forgotten about Josh. I glanced at the clock to see that it read 5:38pm. I then walked over to the mirror once again and I began to pose my new body. God, I looked awesome!

Suddenly I heard a key in the door. Oh no! Josh must have come home early!

BY Anonymous

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Danny Gets Big

Danny sat at the kitchen table and studied the brown paper packets that lay in an untidy pile in front of him. They were each about an inch square and looked like the sugar packets his father put in his coffee but without anything printed on them. If that crazy old woman was to be believed they would make him a man among men, or something like that.

Sitting there in the kitchen with the Saturday morning sunlight streaming through the window it was strange to think that less than an hour before, for the first time in his life, he had actually done something heroic. Heroism was just not something that came naturally to Danny, but then he would have been the first to admit that he was more comfortable using his mind than his body. At 17 he was just under six feet tall but weighed in at a paltry 155 pounds. His father never tired of telling him that he'd always dreamed that his only child would one day be a football star like his old man, and the fact that Danny had made the Honor Roll five straight semesters hardly made up for the disappointment.

Still, something had possessed him earlier that day when walking home from the library he had spotted an old woman slowly making her way across the street oblivious of the speeding truck bearing down on her. Without a thought he had snatched her out of the way just before the truck, horn blaring, roared through the spot where she had been and off down the street. Danny had helped the old woman to the curb and then collapsed onto it himself as he his adrenaline rush subsided and he realized that he could have been killed himself.

It was only then that the old woman pushed the unkempt, gray hair away from her face and regarded him with steely, blue eyes that somehow looked far too young for her gnarled visage. She let out a dry chuckle then spoke.

"You've saved me, lad, and given me a debt to repay at the same time." Her voice, like her eyes, seemed younger then the bent shape it belonged to, and though she had an accent Danny couldn't begin to guess where it originated.

She reached into the folds of her clothes and brought out a brown paper bag, creased and folded as if from years of use. She held it out to him and when he hesitated she said, "Take it, boy. They'll give you what you want, make you the man you've always wanted to be. And they'll see to it that you get the other men you want, too."

He would have refused but something in those eyes told him not to so he gingerly took the bag from her. Having apparently repaid her debt she chuckled once more and set off leaving Danny sitting on the curb. After a couple minutes he got the courage to look inside the bag and saw what appeared to be sugar packets stolen from some coffee shop. He started to laugh but then remembered those steely eyes and quickly glanced up the street where she had disappeared from sight. With a small frown he got up off the curb and hurried home.

Crazy old lady, he thought as he picked up one of the packets from the table and tore it open. The white powder inside looked somewhat like sugar but finer than the table variety he was used to. Of course it was stupid to think that anything could happen but maybe . . .

For once Danny didn't allow himself to dissect the situation but instead went to the cupboard for a glass which he filled up at the sink. He mixed in the contents of one of the packets and watched it dissolve, leaving what looked to be an ordinary glass of water. Despite his resolve he hesitated a moment but before he could have second thoughts he picked up the glass and downed the contents.

When he was done he stood there for a moment feeling a little foolish. It had tasted like water mixed with sugar and a voice in the back of his head assured him that's exactly what it had been. Idiot, he called himself, then set the glass in the sink and headed for his room. Danny got halfway down the hallway when he suddenly began to feel dizzy. He stopped and stood there swaying for a moment but as quickly as the dizzy spell came it was gone. Not daring to think anything could be happening he continued to his bedroom noting as he entered that the room seemed to be awfully warm. Between his bed and his computer table was a closet with a full length mirror on the door. He stopped and looked at himself in the mirror just as a strange feeling began to come over his body.

It had already been warm when he left for the library that morning so he was only wearing a T-shirt and khaki shorts that came down to his knees. For an instant all he could focus on was the thin arms and legs that protruded from his clothes, testament to the fact that he was not the athletic stud his big, beefy father had always wanted for a son. But even as he lamented that fact he began to realize that it wasn't the room that was hot, it was himself. He felt almost feverish and though that meant he must be sick he felt fine, great even. In moment the warm feeling had spread from his torso throughout the rest of his body. For a second he thought his eyesight must even have been affected but when he blinked and looked more closely into the mirror he was amazed to see that his image was beginning to change.

His shoulders were broadening, which seemed impossible, but he could see with his own eyes how his T-shirt began to tighten across the top of his torso. In a moment he realized it was not just his shoulders growing larger but his chest too as his pecs began to expand underneath the shirt. He tore his eyes from the mirror and looked down at his body which had suddenly gone wild with impossible growth. His once flat chest was expanding outwards before his eyes. He brought his hands up to feel his burgeoning pecs and was awestruck to see that his forearms were widening too. Following his arms up past his elbows he could see that his biceps were also growing, already almost filling the once loose sleeves of his T-shirt. With a cry of mixed surprise and fear he grabbed the shirt at his waist and pulled it over his head.

Once again looking in the mirror he was astounded to see that his previously skinny torso was seemingly twice as big as before and still growing. His neck was swelling, no longer a thin shaft connecting an over large head to sloped shoulders but a thickening column of muscle. His shoulders seemed to be growing ever wider, while his deltoids were becoming developed and rounded. His biceps and triceps were rippling with newfound power and when he brought his arms up to flex them they looked like the arms of one of the football player jocks who made his life hell at school. His pecs looked like slabs of growing meat under his skin with an ever enlarging valley appearing between them. His back was growing noticeably wider and his triceps felt the unfamiliar thrust of his lats forcing his arms out from the side of his body. His waist seemed to be the only part of his body that was not broadening but his stomach muscles were rolling and bunching under his skin, developing to an extent he never dreamed possible.

With his attention centered on his rapidly expanding upper body it was a shock when he glanced lower in the mirror and saw that the legs of his shorts were now filled to bursting with massive, new thighs. With a start he realized he must be growing upwards too because the shorts were no longer down to his knees but cut into his ripped quadriceps further up his legs. Even as he watched he realized they were becoming uncomfortably tight and quickly pulled them down his legs and stepped out of them. Now clad only in his already too tight jockey shorts he got a full view of his powerhouse legs, from his thickening quads and hamstrings down to his calves which for the first time in his life were actually discernible, jutting out of the back of his lower legs.

The growth didn't seem to be stopping and Danny would have been happy to ogle his new torso and legs but his attention was now caught by the growing bulge in his shorts. Turning sideways he could see that his ass was already higher, tighter and rounder than before but that view also showed that his crotch stuck out far more than he'd ever noticed in the past. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of his underwear and with some effort pealed them down over his thighs and stepped out of them. Once naked he saw that the muscle growth he was experiencing was also reflected in his cock and balls which were thicker, longer and hung lower than ever before. Almost afraid, he hefted them with his hands, amazed at their new weight and size.

The growth continued for perhaps another half minute or so and then without warning suddenly stopped. Danny stood naked in front of the mirror, running his hands over his bulging chest and rock hard arms, reveling in the washboard feel of his abs. With a shudder, his dick began to expand and with an audible gasp he grabbed it with his hands as it rose and began to point skyward. He couldn't believe that he could fit both hands on the shaft and still see the shiny, purple head beyond his grasp.

It was too fucking much, Danny thought, and decided he had to know how big he actually was. He walked to the door to the hallway, amazed that his legs were so much larger they forced him to swagger as he strode out of the room and into the bathroom next door. He stepped on the scale and saw it quickly shoot past 150, where it had always stopped before, and only come to rest at 248 pounds. He couldn't believe it. Almost 100 pounds of pure muscle in a matter of minutes. He glanced into at the mirror over the sink overcome with joy. Even his face looked different, fuller and more mature with all of his blemishes completely wiped away. It was the face and body of one of the studs he lusted over in the bodybuilding magazines and it was all his. Admiring his new body in the bathroom mirror, his hands still on his hard dick, he gave silent thanks to the not-so-crazy old woman with the steely, blue eyes. Whatever he had done for her this was better repayment than he could have hoped for.

He was so turned on by his massive new body that he couldn't stop himself from jerking his huge cock with his right hand while his other hand massaged his mammoth right pec and nipple. He could have gotten off just staring at his new muscle but at that moment he heard the doorbell ring. For an instant he got a panicked look on his face as if guilty of some crime but then relaxed as he realized that he hadn't done anything wrong. In fact, he had obviously done something very right and been rewarded for it. It only took a moment's thought to realize who must be at the door. On Saturday mornings he tutored Mark Wilcox, a senior fullback on the football team at school, in math and chemistry. With a smile replacing the look of concern on his face he imagined Mark's expression when the door was opened by a huge muscle stud rather than the geeky nerd he expected. Up to this time Danny had always dreamed that the hunky athlete would take the opportunity during one of their sessions to slam his math book shut and force his tutor to service his built body and demanding cock. Well, it looked like that little fantasy was going to be turned around.

Once again marveling at how much bigger his body felt he quickly ducked into his room and grabbed a pair of shorts from his dresser. They were baggy, surf shorts one of his relatives had sent him for his birthday and he had never expected to wear them but now they were the only things he could think of that could possibly fit. He quickly realized that while they had been extra baggy for his old size they were now dangerously tight and it took some work to get them up over his thighs and shelf-like ass. After all that it was even tougher trying to get his hard dick ("How long is this thing?" he wondered) into the shorts but he managed somehow.

He glanced in the mirror and had to smile at what he saw. He was one huge, fucking stud in skintight shorts that made it glaringly obvious that he was hung like a mule. He couldn't help running his hands over his pumped torso once more causing his dick to grow even larger, but the sound of the doorbell ringing again broke him out of his reverie and he headed for the living room.

Mark

Mark Wilcox stood on Danny's front porch and leaned on the doorbell for the third time. He wasn't in a good mood for a couple of reasons and waiting around for that dork to open the door and get this dumb study session started wasn't making things better. Here he was wasting a Saturday morning just because his dad said that he needed better grades if he was going to get a scholarship to State next year. Yeah, well fuck State for all he cared right now. He scowled and pressed the doorbell again, muttering "Come on, fucker" under his breath as he did so.

If you asked anyone at school who was the studliest of the studs they would have picked Mark. He had just turned 18 but he looked several years older partly due to the fact that his tight white T-shirt showed that a lot of gym work had gone into his big, hunky, 6' 2" body. The angry expression on his face couldn't disguise the fact that the blonde haired, blue eyed football player was extremely handsome, though that fact hadn't helped him when he had tried to convince his girlfriend to give it up the night before. If he had bothered to think about it he would have realized that her rejection was what was making him so cranky but Mark wasn't one to spend much time thinking. Besides, he already planned to take it out on geek face if he ever opened the door.

As if on cue the door opened and Mark, who had been facing the street , turned around prepared to give Danny shit for taking so long. Only it wasn't Danny who standing there but some huge muscle stud with a big grin on his face. For a second Mark could only stare, first at the guy's face and then with awe at the size of his overdeveloped body. Having spent a lot of time in the gym himself Mark knew what it took to get big like that and as he took in the guy's huge shoulders, massive chest and arms, and chiseled stomach he couldn't help feeling a flash of envy at the bodybuilder's size. Mark knew it must be obvious he was staring but he couldn't help taking a quick glance lower to see if the guy's legs were as massive as his upper body but his gaze was stopped by what was obviously one fucking, huge dick traveling down the left leg of the guys skintight shorts. Mark, who didn't normally have to worry about coming in second in that department, felt another stab of jealousy.

Realizing that he was being anything but subtle Mark tore his gaze away from the guy's beefy body and sheepishly looked him in the face. "Uh, sorry, dude. Is Danny here?"

Danny felt a rush as his high school idol looked in awe at his big, new body. Hell, Wilcox didn't even recognize him now and the former geek didn't feel the need to clear things up just yet.

"You must be Mark. Come on in." Danny stepped back and after a moment's hesitation Mark walked past him into the living room. The young jock was uncharacteristically subdued now that he had come face to face with an even bigger stud than himself rather than the nerdy braniac he had been expecting. Shutting the door, Danny sauntered into the center of the room, emphasizing the bodybuilder's gait he had naturally assumed now that he had so much more mass. He turned back to Mark and was gratified to see the football player staring with wonder at his jutting pectorals. With sly grin he flexed them both and watched Mark's eyes widen with surprise as the muscles bunched up even more massively than before. With a embarrassed grin smaller stud looked away and down the hall towards Danny's bedroom.

"Danny's not here right now but I told him I'd take care of you until he gets back. I'm his cousin," lied Danny smoothly. As he spoke he ran a big hand across the smooth expanse of his chest and down to his stomach. "You want something to drink while we wait."

"Yeah, sure. A Coke or something would be great."

Danny went to the kitchen and got two Cokes which he took to the dining room table. He sat back in one of the chairs with his legs spread out wide and stared at Mark who was still standing in the living room. After a moment the football player walked over and sat next to him, trying not to stare any longer at the big muscle stud. He wasn't completely successful.

"Danny says you're on the football team."

"Yeah, I am. I'm a fullback but coach says he may give me a chance at quarterback if I work at it hard enough." As he spoke, Mark couldn't stop himself from watching the big guy as he massaged his left pec and nipple with his right hand. For some reason he suddenly felt strange sitting this close to the big bodybuilder. Unconsciously he opened and closed his hands while a part of his mind wondered what it would be like to feel that monster chest himself.

Danny was watching Mark in turn, smiling as the football player lapsed into silence, lost in thought while looking over his supersized chest and arms. Fuck, that old witch was right Danny thought. Somehow Mark was getting turned on just being near him and as he watched the high school jock lick his lips Danny's smile turned cruelly triumphant as he realized that he was going to get to break in his new muscle packed body and huge dick on his former idol.

"Shit man, why do you keep staring at my body?" Danny asked in low voice.

Mark shook his head and came back to reality when he heard the big guy's voice. For some reason he had kind of lost it, thinking about how awesome it must be to be as big as that, bigger than almost anyone else around. When he realized what the muscle stud had said his face got red and the already warm room seemed to heat up about 10 more degrees.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I just, uh, well, you're in really great shape and I just was looking, you know." Mark's voice trailed off as he realized how lame his reply sounded.

"Yeah, you sure were," Danny said and got up from his chair forcing Mark to sit back to look up at him. From this angle the big guy's huge pecs looked even larger than before, almost obscuring his face."Looks like you're really into big studs like me. You some kind of fag or something?"

Mark shook his head but even as he did he felt his dick stirring at the thought of what it would be like to have feel that big, muscle packed body pressing down on him. Even so he cringed backwards in his chair when the big guy reached down with one of his huge hands and grabbed him by the wrist, jerking him to his feet. The muscle stud had a leering smile on his face as he took Mark's hand and placed it on his chest, forcing the football star to massage his massive pecs.

"That's what you want, isn't pussy."

The second he touched the big guy's body Mark's dick grew achingly hard in his jeans. He put both his hands on the other guy's pecs and began to massage them, feeling them bulge and harden as the muscle stud wrapped him in his huge arms and flexed.

"Yeah, you fucking love that big chest, don't you Mark. You've been staring at it since I opened the door, haven't you fucker."

Danny was already caught up in the sensation of having this high school jock worship his pumped up body. His dick had been half hard already and now it lengthened heading down the left leg of his shorts. With onehand he grabbed Mark by the hair and tilted his head back, crushing his lips down on the fullback. Mark only hesitated a moment before opening his mouth wide letting Danny push in tongue.

The two studs grappled there for a minute, Mark's hands pulling at the slabs of muscle on Danny's arms, chest and back. Finally, Danny broke free and shoved Mark towards the bedrooms. With a dazed look on his face Mark dutifully trudged down the hallway and then hesitated at the end until Danny pushed him into his room.

"Get your clothes off," ordered the big guy, and with a sideways glance at Danny's heaving, massive chest Mark shrugged off his coat and sat down to untie his shoes. Danny crossed his huge arms over his pecs and watched the fullback, his eyes drinking his tight chest and arms, flat waist and long smooth legs as they came into view. He couldn't help smiling at the fact that he once had thought Mark was big but now the fullback looked a lot smaller. Nothing like the size he had gotten, he thought, glancing down at his cannonball biceps.

Mark pushed down his underwear and stepped out of them, standing up to show his already hard 8 inch dick. Danny smirked back at him for a moment then moved to inch down his own shorts which were molded to his skin by the size of his tree trunk thighs, boulder ass and big dick. Once he got them past his thighs they slid to the floor and he straightened up, flexing his upper body and making his rock hard cock jump. Mark felt a rush of desire as he took in the sight of the big stud standing completely nude before him, his huge cock pointing skyward, and moaned unconsciously. When the bodybuilder silently motioned him forward the football player unsteadily covered the distance between the two and then buried his face between the hills of his pecs. Danny slid his arms around Mark, his hands moving down his back to squeeze his tight ass, and whispered into his ear.

"Yeah, baby, we're both gonna have fun with this big body, aren't we."

BY StudMscl

New Year’s

Okay, just hear me out. I know everyone always makes a New Year’s Resolution, usually fitness related, but never meet them. I understand that the gym gets full of people trying to get in the best shape of their lives at the start of the year…for a few weeks at most. But I’m different, I’m going to do it; my name is Drew and my New Year’s Resolution is to go to the gym and get ripped as fuck.

Being skinny all of my life has not made things easy for me, especially during my first year of college. I’ve never really been popular, and if we’re being honest, I haven’t even kissed or had sex with anyone. My friends have always been pretty nerdy and geeky too, but don’t get me wrong, I like them all, I was just hoping for something different in college. Sadly, nothing has changed during my freshman year, except for the fact that I’ve gotten even more jealous.

I’m tired of watching the hot muscular guys on my floor get with whoever they want whenever they want. My roommate, who isn’t even that big, has already been with like 10 different people. I’m forced to sleep over at my friend’s dorm every Saturday night, while my roommate is having his way with some hottie. I’m honestly sick and tired of it…but I have a plan.

I am going to get some muscle on my body if it’s the last thing I do. Every day after class I am going to get myself into the campus gym, and I’m just going to work at it until I can’t anymore. I laid out my plan for my friends and they just laughed in my face. After I got over my initial anger, it actually just motivated me more and more. Leading up to New Year’s Eve it was all I could think about. I wanted to be muscular, I wished I could finally have sex, I needed a body that others would envy and drool over. The thoughts raced through my head, making me so horny, so turned on.

Then, New Year’s Eve came. I was forced to attend my family’s New Year’s Party as I had no other plans. I didn’t care for it though, all I could think about was waking up tomorrow, driving back to my college, and heading to the gym. As my family watched the ball drop at midnight all I could do was wish to myself that I would get huge this year. But, after hanging around for a little while longer, it was time for bed.

As I woke up the next day I had one of the worst headaches I’ve ever had, and my body felt so heavy. I was so annoyed that I might have to miss my first day at the gym, but it was honestly so hard to get out of bed and drag myself to the bathroom. Then, it hit me…as I looked in the mirror I almost didn’t recognize who was looking back at me. The first thing I noticed was that I was taller and now hosting a sexy and strong jawline. But then, I looked down, to find that my shirt and pants were almost bursting at the seams.

My jaw almost fell to the ground…I couldn’t believe what was happening. The first thing I did was start to rub my right bicep through my shirt. Without even flexing I could feel that my bicep was now rock solid muscle. But then as I flexed it I heard my shirt rip, and through that I could see the giant bicep popping out through the sleeve. Amazed, I proceeded to do a double bicep pose in front of the mirror, which was too much for my shirt to handle.

Drool trickled down my chin as I watched the shreds of my shirt fall to the ground, revealing my new muscled body in all of its glory. Along with my huge biceps I now had massive pecs, which I couldn’t help but bounce. First the right one and then the left one, and then together, again and again…fuck I was so turned on. Then, I focused on my abs, abs that looked like they had been chiseled out of marble. I had to play with each and every one of my six new abs giving each on personal attention. I couldn’t believe that this was my new body, the body of a god among men.

Unable to control myself any further I ripped my pants off, revealing tree trunk like legs and a dick begging to be taken care of. I took my right hand and started to frantically stroke my cock as my other hand rubbed all of my muscles. I began by flexing my abs and pecs while my hand felt up every corner of my upper body. Then, as a started to moan and breath heavily, I went to massage my other bicep that was expanding as I stroked faster…fuck I’m close. As I started to play with my giant legs my cock released endless streams of cum all over the bathroom floor.

I was experiencing some greatest pleasure in my life, but I needed more, my cock needed more. I ran back into my room and as I looked around I grabbed a pillow and jumped onto the bed. Fucking a pillow had always been a go too way for me to masturbate, but with my new muscles it was a completely different experience.

As I knelt down on the bed with my amazingly muscled ass sticking up, I placed the pillow in front of my dick. Then I just went at it, uncontrollably fucking that pillow as hard as I could. With every thrust I went faster and faster, harder and harder, deeper and deeper. The entire bed shaking and hitting the wall in rhythm as my cock went in and out of the pillow. My entire body flexing as the sweat made each of my giant muscles glisten. My pecs, my biceps, my abs…wow I must have looked like a fucking sex god.

I felt more powerful then I had ever before, so strong that the pillow could barely even handle a quarter of my new found strength. I shortly realized that the pillow was beginning to rip apart in my hands. I laughed to myself a little but the thought of not knowing my own strength was honestly turning me on so much. As I started to use a third of strength to fuck the pillow the feathers started to burst out all over the bed.

I had been such a weakling before this and now just a fraction of my strength—my own godly physique—actually fucked a pillow to shreds. But I needed to finish, and this pillow was not going to do it anymore. Throwing the remaining pieces of the pillow off the bed I leaned over to my nightstand and grabbed some lotion. Feeling up my rock hard pecs and rubbing my nipples, I started to aggressively stroke my cock. Getting close I moved to flexing my huge sweaty muscles as I rubbed my dick faster and harder.

My moaning and heavy breathing got even louder as I continually brought myself closer and closer to the edge. Before I knew it my cock was exploding with even more cum then in the bathroom again and again and again. Once it looked like my dick was done I fell back onto my bed dripping with sweat. After such an ordeal I thought I would be exhausted but it looked like this body could take far more than what I just did.

As I laid on the bed imagining everything sexy and terrible naughty thing I could do with my body I realized that this was only half of my New Year’s Resolution. It was time to get up and give this body the training at the gym that it deserved. I needed to get even more ripped, even stronger, and even more of a fucking god. I quickly got up, took a shower, and put on some workout clothes, which barely fit over my massive muscles but looked sexy as fuck on me. What took me even longer was cleaning up the huge mess that this real man’s body of mine had made, but I honestly felt like I had a few more rounds in me.

With my family still fast asleep, I got into the car to head to the gym for the workout of a lifetime. But I couldn’t help but think about what everyone was going to say about my new body. It was time to show off, have fun, and be the sex machine that I was meant to be. I was especially interested in showing off to my nerdy friends who didn’t believe me…oh were they in for a surprise. As I began to drive away all I could do was laugh to myself as I made my monster sized pecs bounce up and down through my shirt, stretching it to its limits.

God, this semester was going to be insane…

By: Austinevenson42 from musclegrowth.net

Potent Potion

I was a skinny, short, 18 year old college freshman. It's not a good thing to be a skinny, short, 18 year old college freshman. I was the invisible man on campus. Even my professors couldn't remember my name even though I made straight A's in all my classes. I wasn't noticed by anyone.

I did make one friend, Fred. He was a great guy and my roommate. He was a fat, short, 18 year old freshman and faced the same predicament I did. It wasn't that we wanted all the attention, but to be ignored by the other nerds, all the girls (even the ugly ones), and the guys was depressing.

In our second semester we decided to do something about that and signed up for a weight training course. Boy what a mistake. When we walked into the weight room with the other students we both felt like grapes in a fruit bowl full of grapefruit! All the guys had apparently been lifing for a while and most had these huge muscles that bulged all over their bodies.

Fred and I looked like a bad Laurel and Hardy act. My arms were so skinny and so weak I could put my fingers around my bicep. I could barely curl a 15 lb dumb bell. Fred wasn't much better, he was bigger around, but it was all fat. When he tried to do some crunches it was a disaster.

We kept it up all semester and got a bit stronger, but nothing worth writing home about. I got the award for the most improved, but that meant I went from curling a 15 lb dumb bell to a 30 lb in the semester. No one else could claim that percentage of increase. However, I was still a skinny, short, 18 year old. Fred also got a bit stronger and even lost some weight, but no tremendous improvement.

Both of us were chemistry majors who were very good at what we were doing. We decided not to let this class deter us from our goal of getting more muscular. In fact we had both begun to read some body building magazines and were really desiring to have the bulging muscles we saw on the pages.

One day while looking in the library in the chemistry/biology section, I found an old book that was about muscle growth and development. I was intrigued by the writer who said that muscle growth was primarily a chemical reaction that could be enhanced by the right mix of minerals, vitamins, hormones, and other readily available chemicals. The author went on to say that the right mix hadn't been found to enhance muscular development.

I got real excited and took the book to Fred who was really into Bio-Chemistry. He immediately saw the flaw in the authors mix and said that we could get this to work for us as he would plug the numbers in the computer to get just the exact mix that our author could never find by trial and error.

We both poured over the work for the next few weeks. One night about 10:00 Fred shouted, "Eureka! I've found it!"

"Found what?" I asked.

"Found the right mix...at least that `s what the computer shows."

I looked and sure enough it was just what the Doctor ordered!

I asked Fred if he thought would work on us.

He said, "Probably, but I don't know how much, or if we would even notice the difference." There's been no one who's ever done this before"

We weren't sure what to do. If we took some of it what would happen? Was it safe?

I said, "Well I don't know about but I'm tired of being short and skinny and the but of everyones jokes"

Fred said, "YEAH! I know what you mean, you know how hard it is to be short and fat?"

So we both drank down a glass full of the formula...

At first nothing happened. We both thought we had failed and went to bed.

About 2 in the morning I woke up with my feet and calves in a terrible cramp. I had had a cramp in my leg before, but nothing like this. I got up to walk and take some aspirin when I noticed something strange. My feet seemed be a bit bigger and my calf seemed larger as well. About then Fred woke up with cramps as well.

We turned on the lights and couldn't believe what we saw. Both of our calves and feet were pulsing and our calves growing larger. Now not only our calves but my quads were beginning to grow right before my eyes! Because of the cramping I sat down and noticed I was getting taller in the seat as my but grew new muscle. I couldn't believe the size my legs were getting and veins started to pop out!

Then our stomachs started to cramp big time as did our lower backs. I saw Freds once large stomach disapear under his t-shirt. I didn't have a shirt on and saw my abs forming into bricks of hard muscle, my lower back hardened under my hands.

The growth continued as it climbed up to my chest and shoulders. Soon they were growing and large plates of pecs were beggining to stick out. Soon I noticed my nipples were pointing down as my muscles continued to grow. I had began to have canon ball sized delts. My Lats started to push out my arms as they began to look like wings.

Then my arms started to grow. My biceps and triceps began to beef up. I couldn't believe the shape they were taking. Large, hard, tear-shaped, shreded biceps and triceps that looked like Clydesdale horseshoes on my arms. My forearms got big covered with veins as did my biceps.

My Traps and neck thickened...even my face hardened and looked more handsome.

Fred slimmed down and also became very muscular....

After about an hour this growth stopped and we decided to measure what happened....

I had weighed in at 135 lbs, now I weighed 195! An incredible increase of 60 lbs in a few minutes. My arms had been 10.5 inches were now an incredible 18". My chest had been about 36 was now 49", my waist had been a small 28" had actually grown to 30 with large well defined bricks of muscle. My quads had been 16 inches were now 21", calves had been 12", now 16 diamond shapped. Fred's numbers were almost as good.

We stood looking in the mirror flexing our new muscles amazed at what had happened. Fred was beside himself! He hadn't taken off his shirt and it was split and torn all over. He raised his arms and flexed his biceps and the shirt sleeves were shredded!

We decided to go and take a shower and when we had taken off our underware noticed something else had changed. Both of us had been normal in the dick department, about 6" erect. Now our penis' were about 8" long limp. When saw this I freaked and it began to get hard. The same was true of Fred. Before we knew it our dicks were standing straight out and when we measured them they were a good 10" long and very thick. I couldn't help myself and began to jerk-off right in front of the mirror and soon Fred was as well. We soon shot off and covered the mirror with cum, lots of cum!

Even though we were more than excited, we went to bed so we could get out the next day (a saturday) and debut these new bodies.

The next day we faced a real dilima...what to wear? None our clothes fit us anymore. I finally got into a tank top that had hung on me limply before. Now it was threatening to pop at the seams any time. I found a large swim suit to get over my huge legs. My sandles still fit.

Fred had it a little bit easier as he had been overweght, but everything was threatening to pop out at any moment!

We left our dorm and started across campus to get into Freds car. We were going to a sporting goods store nearby to get some large clothes that would fit. What stares we were getting. What with our muscles and strange way of dressing was getting the attention! I didn't care and Fred didn't seem to mind either.

We finally got to the store and went and found some clothes, but they were the kind that only highlighted our muscles. The girl at the cashregister was drooling over us as made our purchase. The stock boy had a hardon he couldn't hide!

We decided to go to the beach. When we arrived the stares were really beginning. Some girls came up and wanted to feel our muscles. They oohed and ahhed rubbing our bodies. We both got hard-ons like you couldn't believe. Even some of the guys came over and wanted to see our muscles flexed.

There were two very good looking ladies who hung around and we got aquainted. Sally, a long tall blond, who the day before wouldn't have talked to me said she had a van in the parking lot and would we like to see it. We said "Sure".

We went to the parking lot and Sally's van was a camper complete with beds. We went in and she turned the A/C on and they began to feel us all over. Soon we were all naked and having the time of our lives. I had never kissed a girl much less had sex with one. It was an afternoon of bliss. As soon as we were done Fred and I left looking to see what else was coming our way.

When Monday came and we went to our weight lifting class no one could believe how big we were or how strong. I was amazed as well when I was able to press 350 lbs and wasn't even straining! Fred also wasn't struggling. Finaly we put about 450 and got a good work out.

We continued to work out and even grew some more. Maybe some more later!

BY Muscle Head

Bodybuilder boyfriend

"Auuugh" Drew groaned as he lifted the heavy weight. "Fuck yeah" he smiled as he caught a glimpse of himself in his home gym mirror, "I'm looking awesome" . Drew sat on the weight bench and flexed. Drew was dripping with sweat, his white briefs packed full with his 7" cock, his black baseball cap on backward. Drew had been pumping iron for the past 3 years and he had made a remarkable transformation in his physique. Gone was the sagging beer gut and in its place were the beginnings of some rock hard abs. His biceps and triceps were coming along nicely -- no longer skinny weak arms and his pecs bulged nicely through his tight t-shirt when was out on a date with his girlfriend Emma. She loved his body and showed her appreciation for Drew's workouts often by her kinky behavior in the bedroom.

Drew loved the body he was building for himself and he loved Emma worshipping it but he longed to be bigger. He had worked hard for 3 long years and and made some awesome progress but Drew wanted more, and he wanted it right now !

Drew seemed distracted at the club that night. Emma was doing everything she could think of to cheer him up but Drew seemed depressed. Emma asked Drew "What's the matter, baby ?" Drew replied, "I'm just sick of all these guys who are bigger than me. Just look at that guy". Drew pointed to a big blond bodybuilder type across the club." "I want to be a huge muscle stud like him." Drew said with tears in his eyes. "But I love your body the way it is" Emma replied with a smile and a grab of Drew's butt cheek. "You just don't understand" Drew moaned. "You deserve to be with a MAN, not some little boy -- I'll never be a big enough man for you".

As Emma drove home that night she could see that Drew was really bummed by the fact that he wasn't a huge muscle-man. Emma loved Drew and decided to do something about his problem.

The next day while Drew was at work Emma used her key and entered his apartment. She went to his kitchen cabinet and took out his supplements -- creatine, whey protein, etc. and mixed a few scoopfuls together in Drew's water bottle, then she took a small vial from her purse and carefully poured the purple power into the mix. She then carefully mixed it with water and put a note on it.

Drew got home from work and was even more tired and depressed than last night. On his kitchen counter he saw the water bottle with Emma's note : "Hope you're feeling better Pooky. I mixed up some special supplements for you -- drink this down before you work out today. I'll see you for dinner at 7. Love Em".

Drew smiled and looked at the bottle. He had never seen such a brilliant purple liquid in his life. It was 5:30pm he had just enough time for quick workout and shower before Emma came over. Drew downed the liquid -- it really burned in his throat and stomach. Then he started to work out in his typical white underwear and backwards black baseball cap.

Drew had never felt such energy while working out. "Must be that sports drink of Em's" Drew muttered to himself. Drew was able to get the most intense workout of his life. His entire body tingled like it was covered by millions of tiny pins. Every muscle fiber in his body seemed sore.

After his workout Drew was exausted. He decided to lay down for a few minutes before jumping in the shower. As Drew napped wild thoughts of bodybuilders, flexing studs, and beach beefcake flooded through his mind. Suddenly Drew awoke at the sound of the doorbell. "Shit", he muttered, "I fell asleep and now Emma's here". Drew opened and door and Emma was standing there looking lovely as usual, only her mouth was hanging open "Holy shit" she gasped, "Drew ? Is that you ?" "Who do you think it is ? What's the matter with you ?" Drew replied in a rich deep voice. Wait a minute, Drew didn't have a rich deep voice. "Look in the mirror" Emma replied. Drew walked to the bathroom. Damn, he felt so heavy and hung over. As he flipped on the bathroom light and looked in the mirror Drew gasped. There is the mirror, wearing Drew's backward baseball cap was the biggest muscle stud he had ever seen. "Holy fucking shit" Drew bellowed in his deep baritone, "What the fuck happened to me". "It was the sports drink I left for you" said Emma caressing her man's new massive bubble butt, "It was a muscle growth potion I got from a street gypsy" I guess it mixed with your other supplements and increased it's effectiveness." Drew flexed his massive body which now filled his bathroom mirror. Huge rock hard 20" biceps hung like vslabs of beef from his wide lats. Massive pecs bulged from his body like a shelf supported by a column of hard abs. "I love you" Drew purred. "I love you too, stud" Emma replied. "What do you say we stay in tonight and explore all this new beef ?"

BY Ultrabeef

Ryan, freshman high school

It was my first day at my new school, after moving from Texas to California. I was a high school sophomore, and knew no one. The first few days were horrible, as I had trouble making friends.

On the third day of school, I noticed a small boy, most likely freshman, with long brown hair, smooth tan skin, and dark brown eyes. He did not notice me, but I noticed him. The fact that no one would be home that day made me smile inwardly, as I planned on having this boy in my fantasies.

When I got home, I checked to see if no one was home, then climbed up the stairs and went directly to my mirror. My reflection looked back at me. I had deep brown eyes, semi-long brown hair, and a somewhat tanned skin. I was about 5'10", and was somewhat muscular, although my sixpack didn't show. The thought of a sixpack brought me back to that hot boy I saw in school that day, and my cock began to swell up, as I removed my shirt. Then came my pants. I noticed my boxers becoming tighter at my swelling cock, so I removed them.

I looked down at my cock and smiled. It was already completely hard, at a good 6 1/2 inches. Quickly, I began to pump it, the image of the boy in my head, and only after 5 minutes of jerking and licking my 14 inch biceps, I came all over the mirror. I smiled.

Did I mention I was a wrestler? Yes, it was my second year wrestling, and was excited to start up again. Over the announcments on monday, they announced that all wrestlers meet up in the small gym after school, which is what I did.

After school, I went directly to the small gym, and noticed about fifteen people there, all talking with eachother. My heart started beating fast as I noticed that boy I had fantasised so much. He seemed to be not all that popular, but still looked like he had friends. I smiled, knowing this season was going to be good.

After a month, practices began, and I had quickly made friends with everyone on the team; including that boy, whos name I found out was Ryan. We actually became friends.

During the first practice, our coach, Coach Henderson, ordered us to get into pairs. Ryan and I didnt have anyone to pair up with, so we went together. We both grinned at the fact that he was small, only 115 lbs, and I was 150 lbs. When the coach blew the whistle, we tied up, my hands gripping onto Ryan's skin. I almost popped a boner then and there, as it was so smooth. I wanted to lick him, but controlled both of those feelings. The rest of the practice went well, and finally, we were ordered to hit the showers.

When we were all in the lockerroom, we all talked about how hard the practice was, all the while getting naked. It seemed like no one minded showing off their dicks, so I didn't care either.

One of the boys, James, who was incredibly buff and in my grade, started to strip. My eyes widened as his body revealed itself, a clear sixpack, large pecs, and massive biceps. His penis was about 4 inches soft. I then looked at ryan, who was already heading for the showers; my eyes fell down to his cock, which he hid; I could tell it wasn't too large, but I didnt care. I climbed into the showers, trying not to get hard.

Then that day happened. It was perhaps two months into practice, and we became even better friends. We were all in the weightroom, when coached dismissed all but Ryan and myself.

"Hold it. You two were horsing around, you leave in a half our. Work out hard, then hit the showers. I lock the lockerroom doors." With that, he gave us the keys, and left.

Ryan and I looked at eachother and frowned. "Fuck, we arent going to get home." he then laughed, and so did I.

We began to work out intensely, both of us grunting, our muscles becoming pumped. After he worked out his chest, he removed his shirt, and revealed pecs that had grown a lot since I first met him. He nodded to me, then said, "Well? Take it off. Flex."

And so I did, and I flexed. My pecs were bigger than his, as were all of my muscles. He blushed, and turned away. He must've started to get horny, because he then said, "Screw it, lets hit the showers." I said, "No, lets work out a bit more." He nodded, then continued spotting me.

I couldnt help notice his muscles becoming even more pumped, even thought he wasnt working out as hard as before. When it was time to hit the showers, he said, "Come on." , so I followed him. He locked the lockerroom doors behind him, then looked at me.

I blinked. "What are you doing?" I asked, already knowing.

He pulled down his pants, and I gasped. His cock was now 5 inches completely soft, but it began to grow. I noticed his muscles becoming increasingly bigger, and I took a step backwards. "Whats going on?" I said, my voice shaky.

He took a step towards me, and let out a roar. He was now slightly taller than me, and his muscles much bigger. His sixpack was cut, and his pecs bulged. He flexed his biceps, revealing them to be atleast 16 inches.

He then shoved me against the wall, his cock now over a foot long hard. His muscles bulged in front of me. He then kissed me, and I kissed him back, my hands moving over his beefy pecs. I lowered my head and began to lick his nipples, as he did to me.

My hands went slowly down to his giant cock, and I began to stroke it. It was so smooth, just like the rest of his body.

Suddenly, he grabbed me by my neck and lifted me up. "My muscles are huge!" He yelled, then shoved my head into his massive chest. "Lick them!" he ordered, and I did. He threw his head back, moaning.

I kept on licking his pecs, moving down to his stomach. It tasted so good. I looked up, and noticed his biceps. I quickly moved towards them, squeezing and licking them. He flexed them, and the top of it went into my mouth. I began to moan even harder now, as he moved back.

"Bend down." he commanded, and I did.

Without warning, his giant cock penetrated my ass as he began to fuck me. I would've screamed if it didnt feel so good. Finally, he blew his load, and I moaned in ecstacy.

He pulled out, and I turned around. He looked even bigger. He then said, "Who am I?", to which I moaned,

"Master", and I went to my knees to suck on his bulging cock.

BY Supsup