Saturday, 22 July 2017

MUSCLE FICTION STORY: MIKEY THE HUMAN MUSCLE MORPH (PART 2)

"Bright red, emerald green, baby blue, glittery gold and sparkly silver were amongst the colours of the beautiful pairs of trunks hanging from the pegs. Every single pair was made from the most ridiculously shiny material. Even though he’d seen multiple pairs of posing trunks worn by bodybuilders on the Internet, Mikey had never imagined they’d be quite so shiny in real life. But there was one particular pair that was shinier than the rest..."

It's time for part two of my story about a lad called Mikey Maguire, who discovers he can transform his regular sized body into a 300 lbs mountain of competition conditioned muscle through the use of his unique superpower!

This part sees Mikey venturing out in public for the first time in his muscle monster form and engaging the reactions of the unsuspecting public who are lucky enough to witness his mass!

He then stumbles upon a shop called "Muscle World", purchases his very first pair of posers (the shiniest in the shop!) and meets the handsome and impressively muscled shop assistant called Pete. An encounter which brings Mikey one step closer to achieving his desire to step on to a bodybuilding stage!


Chapter Three

As the years went by, Mikey started to crave more than morphing into the bodybuilder version of himself in his bedroom for his own enjoyment. He knew he couldn’t compete in a bodybuilding show, so he started fantasising about what it would be like to simply go out in public in his muscle monster form, and engage the reactions of those around him.

He knew, however, that he would not be able to do this in his home town. Someone would recognise him, and then his secret would be out. Mikey would have to go somewhere where no one knew who he was.

So, at the age of twenty-two, after many years of fantasising about stepping out in public while his superpower was in action, Mikey finally booked a hotel room, packed a night bag and set off on the train to London. As none of his clothes would fit him when he was in his muscle monster incarnation, Mikey had bought some clothes from a specialist store for large men. They’d looked absolutely huge in the shop. Mikey could probably have fit three of his regular selves inside of them. And yet, when he morphed into a bodybuilder, the clothes were almost tight on him.

He changed into the clothes in his hotel room; baggy black track pants, a black hoodie and a tightly fitted white vest. They were the first clothes Mikey had ever worn when he was using his superpower, besides his boxer shorts. Even fully clothed, Mikey couldn’t help thinking how outrageously hot he looked. Especially in his tight, white cotton vest, which the upper half of his humongous sized pecs spilled out over the top of. He couldn’t comprehend how anyone would not want to have a cheeky squeeze of his enormous tits in that vest.

Mikey wished he had the courage to go out in public wearing just his vest. This felt like too big of a step for his first ever outing though, so he had no choice but to cover himself up with his black hoodie, zipped right up to his chin to hide the flesh of the top of his pecs from view; though he still looked utterly monstrous and as wide as a brick shithouse covered up.

He decided to throw his rucksack over his shoulder to complete his outfit. He figured that way people might assume that he was heading for whatever hardcore, hellhole gym he frequented, rather than just showing off his monstrous size to the world.

As he reached for the handle of his hotel room door, his heart started pounding in his chest. “You can do this Mikey. You’re just a regular guy going to the gym”, he told himself. “Just a regular, 300 lbs, monstrously muscular guy. FUCK! I can do this. I can bloody do this”.

And with that, Mikey threw the door open, and waddled his mass of muscle down the hotel room corridor, practically filling the whole width of it, and prepared to unleash the bodybuilder version of himself to the public.

The rush of confidence Mikey felt as he walked down the street as an excessively sized muscle bull was like no other he’d ever felt. He loved how his huge quads kept rubbing together, and how far away his arms felt from his torso. He loved how much bigger he was than everyone else that passed him on the street. And he absolutely loved the fact that not single person could walk by without giving him a prolonged look.

He saw so many different glimpses of emotions in the faces of the people he passed. Shock, awe, amazement, fear, confusion, envy, and even, in some people (mostly men around the Soho area) lust.

He loved the fact that the sight of his enormous, freak show frame caused such an extreme variation of reactions from all of the ordinary sized passersby innocently going about their days. He knew that some of them wanted to run the other way and scream, that some of them wanted to be as huge and muscular as he was, that some of them just wanted to stop and gawp and stare freely at the muscle freak before them, and he knew that a couple of them would have done anything to touch him. To feel his flexed biceps, grab a hold of his huge lats, to play with his hoodie stretching muscle tits, and to plough their dicks into his abnormally huge ass until they shot a wad of spunk inside a real life 300 lbs muscle bull as he cranked out a monstrous most muscular and growled in the way only a power packed, Alpha male muscle bull can.

Unfortunately when deciding what to wear to show off his power enabled physique to the general public for the first time, Mikey did not factor in how ridiculously hot it would be on the chosen day of his outing.

Initially Mikey felt fine in his zipped up hoodie, but as the temperature rose, he started to become extremely hot. Carrying 300 lbs of almost solid, ripped muscle and walking around central London didn’t exactly help the fact that Mikey was feeling uncomfortably warm. He had no choice but to take off his hoodie.

The minute Mikey did so, the attention he received almost doubled. With his enormous and frighteningly muscular arms, his huge, boulder delts, and the top of his thick, patio slab pecs now on full display, the number of stares increased and became a lot less subtle.

Mikey felt like all eyes were on him. Some people nudged and whispered to their friends walking beside them. Others opened their mouths in shock and horror as he walked by. One woman was so taken aback at the sight of him that she even stood still on the spot, her mouth ajar as she took in the image of the muscle monster before her.

He heard people talking about him in excited voices. “He sure has been pumping the iron. Woooo!”, he heard one particularly loud mouthed woman say. “Oh my Gaaaawd! He’s HUGE!”, he heard an American lady exclaim. “There’s a big lad over there. BLOODY NORA!”, he heard some bloke with a strong Cockney accent cry. Children seemed to be particularly vocal too. “Look mummy. THAT MAN!”, and, “Is that the man who plays The Incredible Hulk dad?”, were amongst the more memorable ones.

The public reaction made Mikey feel like a freak. He loved every single moment that his body got attention, and it bought him a small glimpse of what it might feel like for those huge, shredded muscle freaks at the Mr Olympia to walk amongst the audience of regular sized non-muscle bulls in the final posedown of the show. As he imagined himself doing just that, he felt a lurch in the pit of his stomach. Mikey wanted it more than ever. In fact, he’d never wanted anything so badly in his life.

When he accidentally stumbled upon a bodybuilding and fitness store called “Muscle World” on his first outing as a muscle freak that very day in London, he could never have known that it would lead him to obtaining exactly what he desired.

Mikey stood outside of the shop, looking up in awe at the word “MUSCLE” in bold blue lettering. Tubs of various protein powder and muscle supplements sat in the shop window. It was the closest he’d ever been to the world of extreme bodybuilding. An overwhelming urge to walk into the shop took over Mikey's body. It was almost like he was being beckoned inside. But something was stopping him. A voice in his head which was telling him that to go inside this shop would be a mistake. A voice that reminded him that, despite looking like a future Mr Olympia champion, he didn’t belong to this world.

But something else was happening to Mikey too. A feeling in the pit of stomach was emerging, and was urging him to walk towards the shop. And then another voice came through in his head. Louder, calmer and clearer. DO IT MIKEY. DO IT DO IT DO IT.

Whether this was intuition at play, Mikey wasn’t sure, but someone had once told him that he should always follow his gut instinct. Even if what that gut instinct was telling him didn’t seem like the sensible, logical thing to do. And so, with his specially sized hoodie wrapped around his waist, and his enormous muscle tits straining out of his vest, Mikey left the gawps and stares from his freaked out admirers on the street, and walked into the shop.

Chapter Four

“WOAH”! Mikey jumped at the loud cry which came from the left hand corner of the store as he entered. He looked to find an impressively muscular man in a tight fitted black t-shirt sitting behind the counter.

“Sorry dude”, the shop assistant said to Mikey. “It’s just, well…you are HUGE! And JACKED”! The man was looking at Mikey with a sense of awe and amazement, but Mikey noticed other emotions in his expression too. He looked both confused, and slightly curious.

As Mikey looked at the rather handsome man who was gawping at him, his eyes couldn’t help but veer to a number of things sitting on the wall of the shop behind him. There were pictures of bodybuilders plastered in competition tan, wearing brightly coloured posing trunks and flexing their freaky, shredded mass into the camera. As Mikey looked from the impressively thick biceps bulging from the shop assistant’s t-shirt to the pictures of the muscle bulls behind him, panic suddenly consumed him, and Mikey feared that coming into the shop would end up being one monumental mistake.

Perhaps sensing Mikey’s sudden anxiety, the man suddenly waved his right hand at Mikey. “Sorry dude, I don’t mean to stare. Carry on”, he ordered. But Mikey noticed something else too. The shop assistant no longer looked confused. In fact, his mouth had curled into an almost knowing smile. Something which made Mikey feel extremely uneasy.

As he ventured forwards into the shop, Mikey’s mind was racing with panic. This was a mistake, he thought. A stupid, stupid mistake. What if the sexy shop assistant knew that he was a fraud? He’d linger in the shop for a few minutes, then make a dash for the door.

But something suddenly pulled Mikey from his thoughts, and any worry he’d had about the shop assistant’s suspicious reaction rapidly faded.

Since discovering the world of extreme bodybuilding on his PC back home, there were two things that Mikey craved more than anything else in the world. He was suddenly staring at one of them.

At the back of the shop, in one little corner of the room, Mikey had come to the most magnificent display. Hung on pegs that were protruding from the wall and staring right at him, was every colour of posing trunk imaginable.

Bright red, emerald green, baby blue, glittery gold and sparkly silver were amongst the colours of the beautiful pairs of trunks hanging from the pegs. Every single pair was made from the most ridiculously shiny material. Even though he’d seen multiple pairs of posing trunks worn by bodybuilders on the Internet, Mikey had never imagined they’d be quite so shiny in real life. But there was one particular pair that was shinier than the rest.

Right in the middle of the display was a pair of the most glorious, bright pink posers. Mikey wanted every single pair of trunks on that wall. He wanted to touch them, to feel the straps in his fingers, to put them on and see his dick and ass filling them out the way only an enormous sized bodybuilder can. He even wanted to sniff them, though he had no idea why. But there was one pair he wanted more than any of the others; those gorgeous, shiny, bright pink posers.

“Best posing trunks in London”! A startled Mikey jumped at the sudden re-appearance of the sexy shop assistant, who was now standing by his side. He cheekily grinned at Mikey’s reaction. “Sorry mate. I keep making you jump don’t I”?

Mikey nervously laughed in response, and said, “That’s OK”. Mikey’s cheeks had suddenly started burning. Up close, the shop assistant looked even more impressively muscular. His thick, tanned biceps bulged out as he stood with his arms crossed. Above them, Mikey noticed the man’s broad chest protruding and straining through the material of his t-shirt. He was no match for Mikey size wise, but he was the probably the closest thing to a bodybuilder Mikey had seen in real life.

“Black is a popular choice for prejudging”, the man continued, admiring the insanely hot posers with Mikey. “Most bodybuilders then wear a different colour for their posing routines. Of course, you probably already know that. Green seems particularly popular at the moment. Though lots of guys seem to go for the pink ones too”.

Mikey nervously stood rooted to the spot. Half wanting the shop assistant to leave him alone, half secretly loving the fact that a real life muscle man was talking to him about posing trunks colours.

“I’m Pete by the way”. The shop assistant had unfolded his arms and was stretching out his right hand for Mikey to shake. As Mikey obliged, he sheepishly made eye contact with Pete, who was presenting him with a warm, friendly grin. Mikey felt himself blushing once again. As he took in Pete’s hazel eyes, tanned reflection and slightly boyish, but masculine, and undeniably British good looks, he suddenly realised just how attracted to Pete he really was.

He also couldn’t help noticing how exceptionally horny it felt, not just to be engaging with someone in his muscle monster form, but to be face to face with a man who was sporting his own thick, gym trained, muscular physique. He suddenly had a brief fantasy, whereby he and Pete whipped off their tops and, still facing each other, started flexing out on the shop floor; indulging in a two man posedown which would conclude with the two of them cranking out a massive, head to head most muscular.

Pete’s eyes suddenly veered down to the ginormous sized plates of pec muscle bulging off Mikey’s chest, and over his frighteningly huge shoulders and arms. “Looking at you I’d say you’re not far out from competing in a show”.

Fuck, Mikey thought, in a panic.

“What show are you prepping for bud”?

Fuck fuck fuck.

Mikey had the sudden urge to turn and run out of the shop. He thought about telling Pete that he wasn’t competing, or ever had competed, in a show. But he knew that that would be absurd. No one gets as huge and shredded as the power enabled version of Mikey for the fun of it. He would just have to make something up. Thinking about the videos he’d watched from a show called the San Francisco Pro a few nights before, Mikey replied with the first thing that came into his head. “The Manchester Pro”.

Pete slowly nodded his head. “Ahhhh. The Manchester Pro.” He pursed his lips as if contemplating the information. “Well buddy”, Pete continued, with a neutral expression, “I’ll leave you to it. I’ll be over there if you need me”.

Mikey was relieved that Pete had discontinued the conversation, but he couldn’t ignore a sharp feeling of dread that he’d somehow just been rumbled. He suddenly had the urge to leave the shop as quickly as possible. But, as Mikey looked ahead to the wall of bright, shiny posing trunks before him, a stronger urge took hold of him. The urge to finally have his very own pair of posers.

Posers that he could wear that night, back in his hotel room. Trunks he could flex and pose and eventually, no doubt, blast a massive load of cum into. He picked up the shiny pink posers from the peg, his heart racing and dick twitching in response, and swiftly headed to the shop counter.

He was a bag of nerves handing the trunks over to the handsome mini muscle bull behind the counter. “Nice choice buddie”, Pete said, with his warm and sexy grin. When Mikey handed over his credit card to the assistant, he glanced at it before putting it into the machine. “So, Mr Maguire”, Pete began. Mikey’s stomach turned over in panic as Pete uttered his surname. “When exactly is the Manchester Pro”?

Oh God. I’m fucked. I’m actually fucked, Mikey thought. He felt like the inside of his chest had just sunk to the bottom of his stomach. He was sure he’d been caught out. There was only one thing left to do; play along until he’d finished with Pete, grab his brand new posers, and get the hell out of the shop.

“Two weeks today”, Mikey replied. Pete nodded. “I might have to take a trip up there”, he said in a nonchalant manner, before handing Mikey back his credit card. “Who else is competing”?

Run! Just run out the fucking shop, Mikey thought.

Instead, he said the first bodybuilder who came into his mind. The first bodybuilder who always came into his mind. “Jackson James Jones”, Mikey nervously replied.

Jackson James Jones was, hands down, Mikey’s favourite bodybuilder. At the age of 25, ridiculously good looking Jackson James Jones from America was known as one of the biggest pro bodybuilders on the planet, regularly hitting the stage at well over 300 lbs in weight. Mikey had lost countless loads watching videos of Jackson on the Internet, flexing, posing and showing off his barely human mass.

“WOW”, Pete replied. “That kid’s a serious freak”.

He knows who Jackson James Jones is, Mikey thought. He fucking knows who Jackson James Jones is.

“Funny though…”, he continued, “because I thought Jackson was competing at the Mr Olympia two weeks from today”. Mikey wanted the ground to swallow him whole. “Also funny - I know the name of every single professional bodybuilder in the world. And not one of them has the surname Maguire”.

Mikey started to seriously panic. He suddenly felt incredibly flushed, and that his body might start trembling with nerves at any moment. But then something unexpected happened. Pete’s face softened and relaxed, and he looked at Mikey with a warm, reassuring expression. “DUDE! Relax! I’m just messing with you. I know you’re not a real bodybuilder”.

Mikey didn’t know what to say. Or even what he was supposed to think. But he did, somehow, feel considerably less worried. “I knew it about five seconds after you walked in the shop. I mean, it’s not that you don’t look like a real bodybuilder. Because you do. Fucking HELL you do! But there’s no way I wouldn’t know who a guy of your size and condition was. I tried to place you. But I couldn’t. And then it hit me”.

Mikey had no idea what Pete was about to say next.

“This is a superpower thing”. And with those words, Mikey’s whole body seemed to relax. He breathed a sigh of relief, and addressed Pete. “You got me”, he said, and Pete laughed in response.

“So”, Pete began excitedly, “what the fuck’s your power dude”?

And with that question, Mikey suddenly felt nervous again. “Hey”, Pete said, engaging his reaction, “you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want. I know a lot of people keep their powers a secret”.

Mikey was conflicted. Every sensible bone in his body was telling him not to divulge his superpower to the handsome and endearing stranger standing before him. He’d always been so adamant that he would keep it a secret from his friends and his family. But Pete did not fall into either of those categories, and he suddenly started to wonder whether it would be so bad if someone else knew what his power was.

“It’s just...”, Mikey began, “I’ve never actually told anyone what my power is before”. Pete looked surprised. “What, no one at all?”, he asked.

Mikey shook his head in response. “How the hell do you keep something like this a secret?”, Pete asked.

“Well”, Mikey cautiously continued, “I can sort of, turn it on and off whenever I like”.

Pete nodded. “Ahhhh. Gotcha”, he said, smirking. Without divulging the exact details, Mikey had all but told Pete what his power was, and he had to admit, it felt incredibly good to have done so. Just the fact that someone else knew (someone who happened to be impressively muscular himself, and really rather sexy in the looks department) gave Mikey an unexpected sense of excitement.

“So...this version of you. This fuck off huge muscle monster…it doesn’t happen very often?”, Pete asked.

“Ermm…”, Mikey started to reply, and blushed at the thought of himself flexing out a crab most muscular in his bedroom while simultaneously growling and shooting thick ropes of spunk at the sight of his own reflection. “It does. Just not usually in public”.

Pete nodded and grinned, and Mikey continued. “Today is sort of, my first outing. Like this”.

“WOW”, Pete replied. “How’s it been?”

Mikey shook his head and smiled uncontrollably. “Fucking NUTS! People just haven’t stopped staring at me all day”, he replied. It was so exciting for Mikey to be talking aloud to someone about his superpower, and his experiences as a muscle freak.

“I’ll fucking bet”, Pete replied. “You do know you could step on stage at the Mr O in two weeks and be crowned one of the top five bodybuilders in the world?”, he continued.

Mikey suddenly felt a hint of sadness at this. “Hmmm. In theory I could”, he replied.

Pete nodded. “But you’d probably get found out”, he said. Mikey nodded along. “And you’d never be able to compete again. Plus everyone would find out what your power is”, Pete continued.

Mikey’s heart swelled at Pete’s response. He couldn’t believe that he was stood talking to someone who actually understood his dilemma.

“But you would if you could? Compete in a bodybuilding show?”, Pete asked. Mikey felt himself blushing, perhaps because he’d fantasised about that very thing so much to himself. “Well…yeah”, he sheepishly replied.

Pete seemed to cautiously look out of the window at this point, as if to check that no one was standing outside and listening in. He then leaned across the counter to Mikey and, in a mischievous and hushed voice, said something which made Mikey feel like his heart was about to burst through his phenomenally broad chest.

“I know a way you can”.

To be continued...

COMING UP IN PART 3: With the help of Pete, Mikey enters his very first bodybuilding competition and meets his fellow competitors backstage, all of whom have their very own superpower! We're also introduced to a muscle loving gay couple who are not only attending Mikey's show, but who, with the use of their superpowers, seem to be hatching some kind of mysterious plan!

Saturday, 15 July 2017

MUSCLE FICTION STORY: MIKEY THE HUMAN MUSCLE MORPH (PART 1)

OK guys...it's time for the first part of my new story! It tells the tale of Mikey Maguire, who discovers he has a superpower which enables him to transform his regular sized body into a 300 lbs monstrous mass of shredded muscle, worthy of a top five Mr Olympia bodybuilder, whenever he likes!

The story is set in the same shared universe as my story "The Day I Became A Muscle Freak", which I posted last year (Mikey was actually referenced in that story). It's divided into separate parts, with multiple chapters within each one. Part I tells the back story of Mikey, while Part II is set in and around a bodybuilding show and introduces several new characters.

There's a little bit of everything in this story; gay bodybuilders, straight bodybuilders, pump room scenes, stages scenes, worship scenes, naughty bits and a little bit of romance. Oh and a fair few superpowers too!

Thanks to Anthony Chia-Bradley for letting me use his picture in the below design.


MIKEY THE HUMAN MUSCLE MORPH

PART I

Chapter One

Mikey Maguire was twelve years old when his parents sat him down to explain how superpowers work.

He listened intently with a sense of a excitement as his mother informed him that, like everyone in the Maguire family before him, and dozens of other people around the world, sometime around his eighteenth birthday he would develop a superpower that would be completely unique to him.

Of course, like the rest of the world, Mikey had heard of people with superpowers before. He’d grown up being both fascinated and intrigued by stories of people whose weird and wonderful powers had bought them fame, fortune, or both, while never really knowing that, one day, he would have his own superpower too.

Like most of his peers who knew of their destiny to develop a unique superpower, Mikey Maguire spent most of his teenage years wondering just what that power would be. Almost on a daily bases his imagination conjured up a new potential superpower.

Would it be a relatively conventional, but still brilliant, power like the ones you see in comic books and superhero films, like the ability to fly or the ownership of superhuman strength? Perhaps he would develop the ability to read people’s thoughts, to move objects with the power of his mind or the ability to see through walls?

Or would it be a quirkier power, like the many he’d heard of in the years leading up to his eighteenth birthday? Something life changing and amazing like the power of Mr Gold, who can turn any object he likes into gold? Or something completely useless like the power of The Incredible Green Man, who can turn his skin a shade of green whenever he likes? Maybe it would be something completely bonkers, but potentially a lot of fun once he started dating, like the power of The Human Orgasm, who can make people cum with a single touch?

As Mikey reached his eighteenth birthday, more and more of his friends and peers discovered and developed their superpowers. His friend Cath Corrick’s mother entered her daughter’s bedroom on the morning of her birthday and was startled to find a stray tabby cat curled up on the bed, while her daughter was nowhere to be seen. She screamed with fright when the strange cat suddenly began to grow and change shape, and morphed back into her daughter before her very eyes. Cath had the power to transform herself into a domestic cat whenever she liked.

A few weeks after celebrating turning eighteen, Nick Norris, who Mikey had known since primary school, had a sudden urge to walk into a shop selling musical instruments. He’d never even had a single guitar lesson before but, picking up the nearest acoustic guitar, he surprised himself and impressed the shop owner by playing a note perfect rendition of The White Stripes’ “One Nation Army”.

He then sat down in front of the shop’s only grand piano and serenaded the store with “Imagine”. Nick had the power to pick up any musical instrument and, amazingly, play it perfectly without hesitation. He was quickly given the nickname The Amazing Music Man.

Unfortunately not all of Mikey’s peers were impressed with their superpowers. A few months after turning eighteen, Henry Huxter arrived at school to find an angry mob confronting him. He’d apparently started a blog the night before and had publicly expressed his negative feelings towards a select few of his classmates. Henry tried to argue that he had done no such thing. So when one of his peers showed him the blog on the Internet, he was completely shocked at what he saw.

Almost everything Henry had done and thought the night before had been posted on the mysterious blog, including the negative opinions of his classmates. As he read the blog, a new entry appeared, chronicling the events that were happening at that precise moment. It seemed that whatever Henry thought, felt and did was automatically posted on the blog for all the world to see. He contacted the blog server to get the site removed, but the next day, another blog exactly like the previous one appeared out of nowhere. He is now notoriously known as The Blogger in superpower circles.

Mikey spent the whole of his eighteenth birthday both nervously and excitingly looking for signs that his superpower would present itself. By midnight, nothing had happened, and Mikey went to bed disappointed and annoyed. Weeks rolled by and still, Mikey’s power had not been revealed. He was starting to wonder whether his parents were wrong about him developing a power. Maybe he was one of the unfortunate few (though some with particular powers, like The Blogger, would argue with that opinion) who didn’t have a power, despite every other member of his family owning one. Perhaps he wouldn’t discover his power for years, even decades to come. He’d heard of that happening in rare cases too.

After much anguish, Mikey finally started to take his mind off of his superpower. “Your power will reveal itself when the right time is right”, Mikey’s mother had told him, as she and Mr Maguire said goodbye to their only child and set off on a week long holiday, leaving Mikey home alone. Unbeknownst to Mrs Maguire, her son would, in fact, discover his power the very next day.

As soon as Mikey opened his eyes that morning, he felt very peculiar indeed. Everything felt different. His bed seemed a lot smaller for a start. Still half asleep, Mikey rubbed his sleepy eyes and crawled out of bed. His feet seemed to hit the floor with an unusual thud. As he lugged himself to his bedroom door he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was strapped to each of his body parts. Something very heavy. Additionally, everything around him felt smaller.

It was only when he caught sight of himself in the full length mirror next to his bedroom door that he realised why he was feeling so strange. He let out a scared yell and stepped back. Everything was smaller because he was bigger. Much, much bigger. And those heavy objects which were strapped to each body weren’t objects at all. They were his body parts.

Overnight, Mikey Maguire’s perfectly ordinary, slim built, 175 lbs body had morphed into an incredible mountain of monstrous, shredded, superhuman muscle mass, worthy of a top five Mr Olympia competitor.

“FUCKING HELL!”, Mikey cried out at he stared at the mass of freak-like muscle looking back at him from the mirror. He had to be at least 300 lbs. Two massive plates of thick pec muscle hung from his chest. His shoulders were the size of giant boulders, protruding either side of his torso to an immense degree. His arms had tripled in size, along with his humongous sized legs, which were carved and etched with the craziest lines. And where once sat his completely flat, un-toned stomach, were six blocks of thick, solid muscle bursting through his skin. He had muscles he never even knew existed. Everything was huge, hard, and carved to absolute perfection. His skin was smooth and paper thin all over; seemingly struggling to contain the blocks, lumps, bumps and mounds of muscle ballooning underneath the service.

Mikey had never taken any sort of interest in bodybuilders before but, staring at his own alien reflection, he couldn’t help but think that he’d never seen anything so freaky, so oddly beautifully or so utterly amazing in all of his life. He was a monster. A real life, bon-a-fide muscle freak. And, strangely, he’d never felt more sexually aroused.

As he admired his brand new physique in the mirror, Mikey couldn’t stop smiling. His dick was furiously jolting in his tight, white boxer shorts, like it was desperately trying to break free of the material and unload a litre of cum. He had zero knowledge of the official bodybuilding poses but, somehow, Mikey knew exactly what to do next.

He threw both of his arms up and watched his biceps explode in the mirror. Huge balls of rock hard muscle mass erupted either side of his head, which was still, perfectly regular sized. The contrast between Mikey’s normal sized eighteen year old head and the two Mr Olympia stage worthy biceps it was sandwiched between was insane.

As he hit a side chest pose and watched his enormous left pec explode off his chest in the reflection of his bedroom mirror, Mikey instinctively gritted his teeth, arrogantly scrunched up his face and then growled a cocky, “YEEEAH”!

He had no idea where this new-found arrogance had come from. He’d never displayed even the slightest bit of cockiness in all of his eighteen years. Nor had he ever had the desire to do so. Yet, for some reason, in his new phenomenally muscular, bull-sized body, Mikey felt the overwhelming desire to be as cocky as he possibly could.

Mikey continued to hit pose after pose. He still didn’t know how he knew the poses, but every one was hit perfectly, and with the precision of a professional IFBB league bodybuilder. He tensed his gigantic quads, opened up his skin splitting lats, squeezed his croquet ball shaped biceps and crunched all six of his beautifully shaped, crazily carved, splat-yer-pants worthy abs.

He huffed, puffed, grunted and groaned his way through every pose, and even released the occasional, “Fuck yeah!”, at the sight of his own flexed muscle. He gritted his teeth, grinned like a lunatic and contorted his geeky but cute face into all manner of outrageous and cocky expressions, until there was only one pose left to hit.

Bringing both of his arms up so his elbows were level with his shoulders blades, he threw them both down with an almighty force into a brutal crab most muscular pose. As he watched every single ginormous sized body part erupt, tense and explode before his eyes, he released a loud groan and a tsunami of spunk exploded from his cock and filled up his boxer shorts.

He’d never really understood the desire to be a bodybuilder before, but now he understood it more than anyone.

When he’d come down off the high of flexing his enormous sized, uber-human muscles to the point where it had made him cum without touch, a sudden panic set in for Mikey. His body was beyond incredible. Something not quite belonging to this world. A thing of immense beauty that, somehow, he knew would be worshipped and adored by countless of people (though mostly men). But what would happen next? What about his old body?  And what if, and this was the thing that was suddenly scaring Mikey the most, his extreme transformation into a mass muscle monster was permanent?

Mikey knew, without a doubt, that he was experiencing his superpower at work. But exactly what that power was, was still unknown to him at that point. As he pictured his parents returning from their holiday to discover their son had morphed into the type of 300 lbs muscle freak you’d only ever see on the cover of a hardcore bodybuilding magazine in WHSmith, and panicked even more, something strange began to happen. Mikey’s shoulders began to shrink. His chest started to flatten. His biceps shrunk. Every single body part deflated right before his eyes until he was back to his normal, regular sized, non-muscular self.

Mikey breathed a sigh of relief. So it wasn’t permanent after all. “Thank Goodness for that”, he thought. But then another set of emotions crept in. Disappointment, sadness, and a longing. A yearning, in fact, to have his huge biceps, peeled blocky abs, and thick, line etched glutes back (he wasn’t really sure how he suddenly knew the word “glutes”).

And as that very desire set in, his body began to change again. His quads became thicker. His chest began to expand. His abs started to seep through his tummy. Everything inflated and expanded before him until he was a 300 lbs muscle monster once more. “FUCK YEAH!”, he cried in response, then belted out another hard, low down, crab most muscular. Once again, his dick released thick ropes of cum and splattered his bedroom mirror in response. “Damn!”, he thought, “I really must try and get this ‘busting my nut every time I crank out a most muscular’ thing under control”, as he wiped the spunk off his mirror and bounced his bulbous pecs in his reflection at the same time.

Mikey Maguire had finally discovered his superpower. He could transform his regular sized body into a huge, hulking mass of muscle, worthy of professional bodybuilder status, whenever he liked. He wouldn’t be christened with his superpower nickname until a few years later, but that day, Mikey became The Human Muscle Morph.

Chapter Two

Every day for the week that his parents were away on holiday, Mikey Maguire transformed into the huge, bodybuilding version of himself. Often doing so several times a day. He eventually managed to refrain from shooting a massive load every time he cranked out a crab most muscular, but it wasn’t an easy feat. He was both relieved by this accomplishment, but equally a little sad. Still, almost every transformation into his muscle monster incarnation resulted in Mikey cumming.

He’d spend hours staring at the reflection of his huge God-like mass in the mirror. He’d flex and pose. He’d make his humongous pecs dance, twitch and bounce. He’d tense and wobble his thick, freaky quads. He’d run his hands over every obscenely huge body part; feeling, fondling and squeezing his monstrous muscles. He’d marvel at the lines in his thick, shredded glutes, and he’d entertain himself by trying to pinch the wafer like skin around his tight-as-fuck, perfectly chiselled midsection.

He became a lot more experimental with his posing too. This mostly involved Mikey being as cheeky, cocky and arrogant as possible. His grunts became louder, his yells became cockier, and he started giving himself words of encouragement and commenting out loud on his freaky physique. Not one single person could hear him. Mikey simply did this for his own amusement and enjoyment. “FUCK YEAH”, “LOOK AT MY BUM”, “Get a load of THAT fuckers”, and, “Look at me! I’m fucking HUUUUGE!”, were just some of the comments Mikey made to himself whilst admiring his own flexed muscle in the mirror.

On one of the days when his parents were away, Mikey decided to spend the entire twenty-four hours as the muscle monster version of himself. He tried putting some of his clothes on, with comical difficulty, but, other than his underwear, nothing would fit. He was forced to spend the entire day in his boxer shorts. He drew the curtains for fear that someone would see him and went about his day as a 300 lbs muscle monster.

It felt awesome for Mikey to just sit and watch TV as a huge, hulking muscle bull. Every time he looked down he saw his shredded abs and alien-like quads looking back at him. He attempted to watch a film, but kept getting distracted by his own body. He couldn’t stop admiring his otherworldly mass, flexing each freaky muscle, and touching every insanely developed body part. Even his bullet like nipples were fun to play with.

During that particular day, Mikey shot his load six times. Three were through masturbating, largely unplanned and spontaneous, but the other three were hands free, and complete accidents. Being a bodybuilder, flexing, touching and worshipping his own muscles turned Mikey on to such an incredible degree that his cock had a habit of exploding with thick ropes of cum on it’s own accord.

When his parents returned from their holiday, Mikey was a little more cautious about transforming into the bodybuilder version of himself. Whenever he was home alone he would seize the opportunity, but when his parents were in the house, he was a lot more reluctant to do so. He hadn’t told them that he’d discovered what his superpower was, and was incredibly embarrassed at the thought of doing so.

As time went on, Mikey became a little braver in transforming into a bodybuilder whilst his parents were in the house. He often did so whenever he was feeling horny, which was a lot, even by the standards of most lads Mikey’s age. He started getting into the habit of morphing into the muscle monster version of himself in the morning whilst he was still in bed. He’d transform underneath his duvet and run his hands all over his freakishly ripped quads and tummy popping abdominals. He’d dig his fingers into the thick cushions of man meat bulging off his chest and squeeze his muscle monster tits whilst simultaneously jerking off. Just as he was about to cum, Mikey would free his cock of his hands, pull his duvet down, frantically run his hands over his squeezed tits, crunched abs and flexed biceps and then groan and pant as thick ropes of cum erupted from his cock and splashed all over the huge, chiselled mounds of inhuman muscle on his top five Mr Olympia imitating body.

With his newly discovered love and arousal for huge, shredded muscle, Mikey took to the Internet and discovered a whole new world at his fingertips; the world of extreme bodybuilding, where once regular sized men had pushed their bodies to unspeakable limits and transformed themselves into the kind of superhuman sized, freakishly developed muscle monster Mikey became when he used his superpower.

The Internet was awash with bull-like muscle daddies with humongous tits and enormous biceps, crazily conditioned young muscle lads with striated glutes and peeled abs, and famous pro bodybuilders, who had sacrificed everything to become the freakiest and most muscular men on the planet. Lads of all ages and nationalities. Some ridiculously handsome, others not so much. Some lean and shredded, some just all out monsters. All of them with a passion to mould and grow and develop their muscles for one goal only; to stand on a bodybuilding stage, and flex, pose and show off their alien-like bodies to whoever wished to spectate. And almost every single one of them with an ability to do one thing; turn Mikey Maguire on to an almost laughable degree.

Mikey spent hours, days, even weeks, just wanking off and creaming over these newly found muscle freaks. He’d often use his superpower to transform into his muscle monster alter ego whilst watching videos of bodybuilders. He even started to imitate the bodybuilders he watched on screen; posing along with the top Mr Olympia competitors. Hitting the same poses, and often trying to out-do them in the attitude stakes. If a bodybuilder on his PC screen started arrogantly shouting while hitting his poses, Mikey would shout louder. If a shredded muscle lad started scrunching up his cute face, Mikey would scrunch his more. And if a jacked up muscle bull threw an unexpected, or quirky pose, or move, like wobbling his quads, bouncing his tits, or arrogantly sticking out his tongue with his poses, Mikey would do the exact same thing.

The combination of both watching outrageously cocky muscle bulls flexing and squeezing on his PC screen, and flexing, touching, and witnessing his own, equally huge and shredded muscle led to Mikey achieving his most mind blowing orgasms yet. Rope after rope of cum would erupt and explode at the most unexpected moments. Mikey reached a point where he no longer let the fact that he’d orgasmed stop him from his muscle watching and flexing activities. He’d just carry on, in the knowledge that it probably wouldn’t be long before his dick exploded again.

Mikey couldn’t help but he amused at the fact that the bodybuilders he had discovered had achieved their bodies through years and years of hard work, dedication and sacrifice. And yet, all Mikey had to do was use his superpower and, in less than a minute, he was as huge, and jacked as some of the biggest muscle men in the world.

There were, however, two things that all of these newly discovered, genuine bodybuilders had which Mikey didn’t. Two things that Mikey began to yearn for. The first of which, was a pair of his very own posing trunks.

Before he’d delved into the world of bodybuilding on his computer, Mikey hadn’t even known that posing trunks had existed. Nothing would ever turn Mikey on more than the enormous sized, insanely developed, shredded physique of a bodybuilder. He had come to that particular revelation at that point. But he hadn’t expected to be so turned on by the rather unique clothing that said bodybuilders were required to wear on stage.

Mikey had no idea why, and he couldn’t begin to explain it even if he had wanted to, but there was something incredibly appealing, not to mention arousing, about the tiny sized, often colourful garments, he’d come to know as posing trunks.

The arousal Mikey felt when viewing any image or video of a muscle freak was automatically increased if said freak happened to be wearing posing trunks that were bright, shiny and colourful. He’d often watch videos of posedowns and comparison rounds of bodybuilding shows, and find his eyes veering to the guy with the hottest and shiniest trunks on stage. Sometimes it didn’t even matter if there were hotter, bigger or cockier guys in the video; if there was a bodybuilder wearing a particularly shiny, or brilliantly coloured pair of posers, that’s where his attention and focus would be.

Naturally, Mikey started to fantasise about owning his own pair. What it would feel like to hold the thin straps of a pair of trunks and watch them slide up his gigantic, freakishly carved out quads and nestle his dick into the pouch. To look down and see a bright, shiny, posing trunk covered bulge staring back at him. To squat down, reach his hands around and tuck the back of his trunks into his arse crack so they were completely gobbled up by his big greedy glutes.

He wondered what it would be like to indulge in one of his flexing, posing and self-worshipping sessions in his bedroom mirror wearing a pair of bright pink, or glittery gold posers, and to watch said posers fill up with spunk as his muscle exploded underneath his cling wrap skin in a brutal crab most muscular, or his thick, glorious abdominal muscles popped through his stomach in a crazy abs and thighs pose.

The second thing which Mikey began to yearn for was, sadly, something that he knew would be almost near impossible to achieve. But this was the thing that Mikey longed for the most. More than owning his very own pair of super shiny posing trunks.

It was a yearning that had begun from the very first time Mikey had watched a video of a bodybuilding competition on the Internet.

Seeing these men with bodies as equally monstrous and muscular as his own when enhanced with the use of his superpower, standing on stage, covered in head to toe in glorious, bronzed competition tan, and wearing nothing but miniscule posers, flexing their enormous, freak-like muscle under bright stage lights for an audience of lucky spectators who were screaming and cheering them on with appreciation and adoration had the most deeply profound effect on Mikey.

He wanted, more than anything, to be on that stage with them. Showing off his otherworldly mass, alongside the biggest and most notorious muscle monsters on the planet. Wowing the audience and judges. Being a part of the wondrous and magnificent freak show that was a professional bodybuilding competition.

He wanted his power enabled body to be stared at, envied, adored and worshiped by every single member of an audience of hundreds. He wanted them to marvel at the deep lines in his quads, shriek at the size of his humungous glutes and quiver at the sight of his bronzed blown up biceps. He wanted to strut and stomp on stage. Displaying the kind of over the top cocky, animalistic attitude he did when he was alone in his bedroom, flexing for himself in the mirror.

He longed to be part of a posedown. Flexing and posing in a group of similarly sized beef monsters. He wanted to be enticed into a head to head crab most muscular with a fellow bronzed muscle bull. He wanted to be encouraged to walk off the stage and waddle into the audience with the other competitors. To walk, flex and show off his mass amongst a group of perfectly normal, average sized, fully clothed spectators. To stand on a chair and hit a front double bicep, as a mass of ordinary people looked on in awe and arousal, eagerly taking pictures and marvelling at his magnificent God-like muscle while, secretly, wanting so badly to touch and worship him, and blow a huge wad of spunk in their undies while doing so.

Unfortunately Mikey knew that this could never happen. The power enabled muscle monster version of his body was the same size and quality as that of a top five Mr Olympia competitor. If he entered into a competition, the whole world of bodybuilding would take notice. They’d all want to know who Mikey was and where he had suddenly come from. Mikey knew that bodybuilders of that tremendous size didn’t just appear overnight. Even if people weren’t suspicious of the fact that a bodybuilder of such size and structure had never competed in a bodybuilding show before, how would he explain the complete lack of progress pictures? Why would no one have ever heard of him before? Mikey knew that he’d have to invent a whole imaginary backstory. And if that didn’t rumble him very quickly, something else most certainly would.

If, when he transformed into a muscle monster, Mikey’s head and facial features transformed with it, he may stand more of a chance of getting away with revealing the power enabled version of himself to the world. But they didn’t. From the head up, he still looked very much like Mikey Maguire. Sooner or later, someone that he knew, or even just someone who did a bit of research on social media, would find out exactly who he was. A perfectly normal, regular sized lad who showed absolutely no previous interest or knowledge of bodybuilding.

He’d be exposed and shamed as a cheat and a fraud, and banished from the bodybuilding world. Everyone in it would know what his secret superpower was. Not only that, the rest of the world, including everyone back in his home town, would discover what his secret superpower was too.

Mikey often fantasised about one day competing in a bodybuilding stage through the use of some kind of superpower. Maybe he would meet someone with the power to erase memories, and persuade them to use that power on the audience of his competition. Or maybe he could one day find someone with the power to turn back time. He could step on stage and compete in a show, and then get that person to work their magic, as if the whole thing had never happened.

But finding people with such specific superpowers was rare, especially ones willing to use that power for other people. Such things usually came at a very large cost, if you could even find people willing to do them in the first place.

Mikey had very little hope that his desires would come to fruition. He could never have predicted that one single weekend trip to London shortly after his twenty-second birthday would lead Mikey to getting the very two things he longed for the most. It would be during this trip that someone would also discover the secret of his superpower for the very first time.

To be continued...

COMING UP IN PART 2: Mikey ventures out in public in his muscle monster form for the very first time, buys his very first pair of posing trunks and meets a man named Pete, who brings him one step closer to fulfilling his fantasy of stepping on to a bodybuilding stage!

Friday, 7 July 2017

JULY MUSCLE MADNESS!

It's time for a new type of post featuring some of my favourite muscle pics (and a couple of vids) from the last month or so! Think of this as a leaner, more streamlined version of my muscle pic collections, which I'm aware were getting a bit too lengthy, and perhaps also waining in popularity a little.

So what, or more specifically which body limit pushing, shredded to shittery muscle freaks are featured here?! Here's just a few...Canadian muscle pup Regan Grimes looking all sorts of gorgeous and peeled at his pro debut (5th place peeps!), 212 class Chicago champ Ricardo Correia (he's the gap toothed black dude in the red trunks), who is physically incapable of blasting out a crab most muscular without displaying the most OTT cocky, testosterone fulled, aggressive TOOD and looking like some kind of primal, snarling, demented animal in the process, pocket rocket/stud biscuit extraordinaire Santi Aragon (who cares about being 3 ft tall when you're THAT good looking and jacked), British cheeky chappie Luke Ayling (he's the lad in the hotel room posing in the nuddy - minus the flip flops!) who's all kinds of shredded and cocky (check out the video at the end for the proof!), All American meat monster Dallas McCarver at 330 lbs (JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!), and a ton more freaks, beasts, dads (gotta have a few muscle daddies in there!) and lads!

Oh and if anyone wants to know the names of any of these guys, I think I know most of them (or can certainly have a stab at finding out)!


This cheeky blighter is the aforementioned Luke Ayling! Look at those beautifully sliced abs! They look fucking stuck on! Also love the separation of his torso and his crazily detailed quads. He barely looks like a human! Pssstt nice flip-flips mate. £3 from Primarni by any chance? Thought so!

 

Ahhhh the classic hand on quads most muscular pose. Perfect for showing off your gloriously peeled abs and big (I've seen bigger), shiny (I've seen shinier!) bulge.

 

YES, YES and another FUCK YES!! Imagine when Regan is a 300 lbs Mr Olympia competitor?!



What a gorgeous, cheeky looking bull! MOOOOO (did that work?!)

 

Think Ricardo is a shy, introverted wallflower when he's not blasting out poses in his shiny red trunks? IS HE FUCK!

 

 


Look at this cheeky rapscallion! It's almost as if he's PROUD to be a pumped to buggery muscle freak three times as muscular as most lads his age! Weird!

 

 

I've said it before and I'll say it again. GOD I LOVE SHAUN CLARIDA (the guy in the beanie hat). He's not the best looking, and certainly not the biggest of bodybuilders but there's just something about him that just works for me big time. The physique, the tude, his overall look...he's just fucking got it!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ONE WORD: FUUUUUCKK!! Some people might say the tan in this pic is too much. The same people might like the music of Ed Sheeran, but I'm not one to judge.

 

 

 

 

 

Do Primarni do posing trunks?!

 


 

 

 

 


330 LBS OF ALL AMERICAN MUSCLE MASS! HELL YEAH!!

 

 

 

 

 

 


Pants?! Nah. Never heard of 'em.

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

JESUS! How bloody HUGE does Flex look here?!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bust a nut to THAT Jeff! Oh wait...you already did!

 

 

Anyone order a striated chested, pink posing trunk sporting, cheeky chimp tude packed muscle daddy?

 

Bored of this lad yet? Nope. Me neither!

 

All I see is ASS, ASS and yet more ASS!

 

 

 

 

One of the lad's in the front row just exploded. Think his name is Jeff?




 

 

 

 

 


Cocky? ME?! Yep! Now shut the fuck up and watch me blast out this nasty most muscular with my tongue out! YEEEAAHH!!

 

 JESUS! Where does that beautifully striated glute end? It's half way down his fucking leg!

 

 

I'm not sure who's having more fun here. Dani, who's flexing in the knowledge that he's twice the size of his poor mate, or his mate, who's standing next to big, pumped Dani, who's twice the bloody size of him?

 

 

 

 

UPDATE: Primarni *don't* do posers. Sorry lads!

 


 

 













Is this Andy Polhill's younger, leaner, shredded to buggery brother?!






















Look at this lil' spunkster! SO CUTE!









Before Brian hit the stage, his mentor gave him the advice to "really crank the 'tude dude"! I think it's fair to say he listened!

















The cheeky gorgeous muscle bull is back! After 3...MOOOOO!!













COMING SOON FROM HASBRO: A brand new game from the makers of Hungry Hippo and Gooey Louie called Pinch The Skin on Dani's Abs! Comes in three levels of difficulty; Ripped To All Buggery (2 weeks out), Super Super Shredded (1 week out) and Shit! Where'd My Skin Go? (comp day).



And here he is again! MOOOOO(I REALLY SHOULD STOP THIS)OOOO!!







Erm...how come *my* iPhone didn't come with a 250 lbs Canadian muscle boy?! I'm phoning Anne Robinson.



















I think this expression roughly translates to "OOOOOWW FUCKIN' ELL"!!



"Y'all just staring at my shiny big bulge aren't ya?"



Is he cute? Is he ugly? WHO CARES! LOOK AT THAT BOD!







"I said 'really crank the tude' Brian, not 'do you best impression of Popeye'"!









How can a lad with a face that cute have such an indecent sized bottom?!

























I'm getting very strong vibes that no 21 is secretly, deeply and hopelessly in love with no 17, and this is the single greatest moment of his life.














Well the lad in the white t-shirt *was* the hottest guy at the event, until some chump in a blue hat showed up.



FUCKING SQUEEEEZE ITTTT!! God I love shots of lads squeezing out head to head most musculars!



And here's a video of Luke Ayling stomping around a bodybuilding stage showing off his incredible, jacked to fuck muscle bod, and pulling all sorts of funny faces in the process!



Ricardo blasting out a big nasty crab most muscular into the camera...

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Regan Grimes practising his posing routine in his red trunks...


Check out the conditioning on this lad! FAAAWKK!! Dick thin skin and crazy vascularity (even on his head)! I love how he can't seem to stop flexing either.


And lastly, some bonkers quad and glute flexing from the one and only Chris Bumstead!

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