When this all began I was just 18, I was neither good looking or particularly ugly, fat nor thin, I was just average. And I hated it; I just fantasized about being a huge bodybuilder like in the magazines. I was a closet gay but I knew that when I could raise the money to join a gym and trained up I would get the confidence to do it, fuck, I'd even shout it from the rooftops.
I often looked at bodybuilder sites on the web and fantasized about being 'one of them' and as I was surfing I came across an advert 'WANT HUGE MUSCLES, CLICK HERE'. I thought that it would be just another annoying advert leading to nothing out of the ordinary but for some reason my curiosity got the better of me and I clicked on it.
I waited for the site to load up but nothing seemed to be happening, I decided to leave it and carried on looking at the gorgeous man on the screen. I had completely forgotten about it but about a half hour later a message came up in front of me CONGRATULATIONS, REQUEST COMPLETE, ENJOY. SEE YOU SOON!' At first I wondered what it must mean but then remembered the advert, the message intrigued me but I couldn't see what it could mean, so I closed the message box and carried on.
A couple on seconds later I felt hot and dizzy, strangely tired so I logged off, it was eleven thirty in the evening and so decided to go to bed anyway. I entered my bedroom and suddenly felt spasms of pain though out my body that almost took me to my knees. It lasted only a few seconds and then disappeared as quickly as it began, but I still felt a tingling sensation that was almost erotic. Then I noticed that my previously baggy T-shirt was a bit tight, I looked down to my amazement and awe that I was growing.
My biceps and lats were becoming increasingly tight against the fabric of my T-shirt, I ran over to a mirror and when I saw my reflection I became so horny, it was unbelievable. My thighs were stretching my Levi’s to the extreme when suddenly my T-shirt couldn't take the strain any longer and ripped, shoeing my lats and biceps off to their full glory. My chest must have been about 50' and my biceps 21' and still growing on my 6 foot frame. I lifted my hand and felt my lat and almost came then and there. I heard a deafening rip as my Levi’s gave way and my legs broke free, leaving only an increasingly large bulge in my crotch which gave way moments later exposing a colossal 12' cock, from a previous 7', not bad!
I was so turn on by this time I couldn't stand it, as my muscles continued to grow, I grabbed my cock and started to pump, it was a sensation that flooded my senses like nothing else and I came almost immediately with the sensation, sending cum spurting ll over my room. My cock stayed hard and as I watched my self grow I yelled 'FUCK, YEAH. Oh, FUCK, COME ON YOU FUCKING STUD, YEAH. NO ONE LIKE THIS, NO ONE.' I was right, as I continued to expand I gained muscles of freakish proportions, I must have been the biggest man alive, bigger than any bodybuilder, I was a muscle god and then it stopped, it finally eased and the tingling left me, leaving me with the most incredible body, as I saw my reflection in the mirror I couldn't help but cum over and over again. I must have cum for ten minutes or more, covering the room and the mirror all over.
I then came to the realization that I had nothing to wear and had some explaining to do to my parents when they came home from holiday. But before I had time to worry, I heard a knock on the door, I through a bath towel around my waist and went to the door, I couldn't wait to see the expression on there face when I answered but wondered who it could be.
I opened the door and saw the most beautiful muscle god; he was huge but not as huge as me now. I could tell even he was shocked, I guessed it had been his advert and welcomed him in.
I still had a hard on and couldn't wait to fuck his tight ass...
When this all began I was just 18, I was neither good looking or particularly ugly, fat nor thin, I was just average. And I hated it; I just fantasized about being a huge bodybuilder like in the magazines. I was a closet gay but I knew that when I could raise the money to join a gym and trained up I would get the confidence to do it, fuck, I'd even shout it from the rooftops. I often looked
I spent one of my summer holidays working at the local fitness center. It was sort of crappy work, but one good thing was that I could check out all the hot swimmers in their Speedos. There were about a dozen of them who trained at our pool, and all of them were gorgeous, with their swimmer’s bodies and packages that were just barely contained by their skimpy swimsuits. I loved it when my boss