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Sturgis was breathing hard and fast, one step away from hyperventilation due to the sensations that were running through his muscular body. The stallion moaned between pants and gasped as his erect equine cock, hard as a rock, turned a deep shade of red. Veins were pulsating against the taut skin, his thirteen inch organ visibly throbbing with each heartbeat. It felt as though he had been on edge for hours. Sturgis was ready to cum, to unleash his orgasm in a fucking explosion of manly spurts. But still he forced himself to remain still, slumped against the wall furthest from the pool of muscle milk.

The stallion let his tongue roll out of his mouth. His heavy balls were contracting and flexing against the floor between his muscular thighs. Sturgis spread his legs apart to give his genitals more room, he had probably absorbed enough juice to turn into a monstrous hulk, and underneath his calmed exterior the unicorn was excited beyond reasoning.

His balls suddenly throbbed, drawing a soft moan from his luscious lips. Sturgis's rigid cock suddenly and miraculously deflated, flopping against his swollen testes, completely and utterly flaccid. Sturgis wasn't the least bit concerned. He could feel the power flowing and ebbing into the flesh of his manhood, strengthening and thickening it. Sturgis moaned with renewed vigour as his meat began growing across the surface of his furry ball-sacs.

A jolt of pleasure shot through him as his cockhead kissed the floor of the bathhouse, causing a thick dollop of precum to ooze from the cum slit. The sensations felt better than sex, and Sturgis could only hang his mouth open, enraptured by the feeling of his cock growing across the floor. His manhood had reached an incredible 16 inches soft, and the thick flesh was snaking across the ground like a massive python. The base of his cock had thickened so much Sturgis was running out of space on his crotch. He didn't have time to worry about that though. As if deciding not to be outdone, the stallion's heavy balls suddenly swelled, reaching the size of a grapefruit before Sturgis was done wailing in pleasure. His massive flesh-beast must have been two feet long by now and thicker than a grapefruit.

Unable to help himself, Sturgis placed a trembling hand on his massive prick and gave it a gentle rub. The sensitive organ suddenly thickened, causing him to squeal in delight as blood began flooding into his cock. Sturgis watched, wide-eyed and drooling as his massive prick thickened and hardened between his legs, rising up like an angry cobra. The swollen mushroom head was visibly throbbing, spewing pre like a leaky faucet. Bigger and harder and stronger it grew, until Sturgis was worshipping the slit with his lips and tongue.

Oh well, it was his anyway. Sturgis stretched his jaws as wide as it would allow, and forced his cock into his wanting muzzle. Almost immediately his eyes rolled to the back of his head in sheer ecstasy. The massive head of his prick was sizzling hot, filling his mouth with his juices with every pump. Sturgis's hands were moving on their own, hell bent on worshipping his gargantuan shaft with every inch of their strength. The stallion was consciously forcing himself to swallow, precum filling his muzzle so fast a good deal of it was leaking down his throbbing shaft, leaving it slick with his natural lube.

Sturgis rolled onto his back as he suckled his huge cock. His testes had swollen to the size of large beach balls. The stallion had straddled his legs over the heavy masses, pushing the throbbing sac behind his thighs. He knew what was happening of course, and the knowledge only spurred him to suckle even harder. Sturgis's huge testicles were churning with raw power, swollen with muscle juice that would turn him into a freak to end all muscle freaks. The fact they had stopped growing was the signal that they were ready. Sturgis began pumping his prick with renewed vigour, until he felt his cockhead pushing against the back of his throat.

There was an audible rumbling sound as his balls began churning like a nuclear reactor. Sturgis's muffled moan was drowned out by great throbs as his ball-sac began contracting. The torrent of muscle juice that surged up the shaft of his cock was too much for him to bear. Sturgis let loose a muffled wail as the underside of his cock swelled monstrously, the grotesque bulge growing in size as more and more milk surged into his mouth.

Sturgis jerked and rocked as his cockhead fucking exploded. His jaws suddenly tensed, clamping shut over his massive prick. At the same time, the stallion's swollen cockhead swelled another inch, until it was too big to pull out. The first wave of cum filled his mouth to bursting, his erupting cock forcing buckets and buckets of muscle juice down his throat. Sturgis moaned as his body began absorbing the juice from his cock, warming his muscles and turning his following mane a flaming, crimson red.

All that excess testosterone flooding his gut was causing hair to sprout from all over him. Thick red pubic fur began covering every inch of his muscular chest, trailing down between his abdominals and joining into the flaming red bush growing from his crotch. His balls had turned into hairy masses of swollen flesh, producing even more testosterone to fuel his hairy growth. Sturgis's armpits began filling out with coarse hair, followed by his arms, legs and even his shoulders. He was turning into some hot hairy muscle beast, an animal designed for breeding and fucking.

Sturgis smirked as best he could with his cock still in his mouth. He had more body hair than both Zeke and McCormick put together. How much more juice was his cock going to feed him? Sturgis did not have to wonder for long, for suddenly a massive torrent of cum surged down his throat, and muscle began exploding from every cell on his body.

***

He was a monster.

Sturgis roared. Spit flying from his mouth as he pumped an earthshakingly awesome most muscular. The stallion's mighty monster cock had grown too huge for him to suck. His cockhead alone was throbbing so high above him it was just within reach of his titanic arms. Sturgis was past the point of needing to drink from his cock in order to grow. The hulking stallion-beast was already as big as McCormick had been and still fucking growing. Several seconds had been all it took for him to surpass the tiger. Sturgis felt himself stopping at thirteen feet, every fucking muscle in his body massive beyond reasoning. His bodybuilding history had left him bigger than McCormick could have ever imagined.

It seemed the first phase of his muscle growth was complete. Sturgis was acutely aware of the happenings in every cell of his being, and right now his gargantuan testicles were catching up on growth after being left behind by the rest of him. The stallion slammed his huge palms against his expansive, rippling pectorals. The incomprehensibly massive, unbelievably shredded masses of striated muscle bulged and flexed at his slightest whim. Sturgis brought them up and slammed them against each other, the resulting shockwave shaking the very room in which he stood.

The stallion, licking his lips in delight, was just about to start pinching his nipples when his ball growth suddenly accelerated.

"What the fuck?" he thundered. Sturgis jerked as the huge weight hanging from his crotch suddenly tripled. Overdeveloped, overmuscled monster-thighs bulged and flexed as the stallion shifted and widened his stance to keep from falling. "Oh fuck_yeah_."

Sturgis's ball-sac was almost as huge as his torso, so massive it was but a few scant inches from the floor. It had grown so heavy that Sturgis actually felt the muscular effort needed to keep from falling forward. The throbbing in his balls was getting faster and faster. Before the stallion knew it he was neighing as torrents of muscle power was forced into his titanic, herculean body. Sturgis's neck thickened considerably, his hairy shoulders bulking up with insane mass, and then his monstrous pecs began swelling with muscular power.

"AAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!!!"

The stallion-god's horn took out a piece of the ceiling as he hulked out several more feet. There was so much muscle,too much fucking muscle exploding from every inch of his fucking monster body! Sturgis growled, snarled and roared with bestial vigour as he arched his back to avoid outgrowing the ceiling. He felt like the statues holding up the ceiling back at the larger entrance camber, only he was an equine whose muscular mass was beyond the comprehension of mere humans like them.

Sturgis brought his arms before him and flexed a most muscular, causing every inch of muscle to explode like volcanoes across his godly body. The stallion growled as he watched several mountains erupting from his upper arms. His veiny biceps alone were easily 65 inches around and splitting into so many peaks he was getting dizzy admiring them. Fucking hell he was a monster, easily 16 fucking feet tall and more than 2 tons of heaving, hulking muscle. (4300lbs to be exact)

The equine hulk adjusted his stance, careful to avoid accidentally destroying the ceiling, and sat. Sturgis had been careful, but the impact of his insanely massive testicular flesh smashing into the ground created massive cracks just about everywhere. The stallion exhaled deeply, his growth finally done. He was bigger and stronger than his wildest dreams. His muscular shoulders were so broad Sturgis knew he would be straining to touch the tips of his ears whenever he chose to flex.

Sturgis's cock had morphed into a tower pillar of muscular stallion-flesh, rock hard and spewing precum as the mega-stud admired his body. Despite several tons of muscle pressing down against his herculean ball-sac, Sturgis did not feel the slightest of discomforts, a testament to just how strong his testicles had grown. The stallion's mega-pecs were completely covered in fiery red hair, not a single strand of his white fur visible under the manly carpet. Sturgis ran a meaty hand across his shredded abdominals. His chest was too huge and too muscled for him to be able to see his abs, and feeling of the chiselled, boulder-like masses of hairy muscle thrilled him to no end.

The stallion began chuckling. Fuck what was he doing? He was a fucking 16 feet muscle monster, the epitome of masculinity and raw power. His biceps were fucking mountains and his quads were freaky masses of unbridled power. He was more muscle beast than muscleman. His shoulders and back were covered with coarse red hair, as were his pecs and abs. So much muscle and bulk had been packed into his massive chest and shoulders that his body had taken on a Y-shape in place of the usual V-shape.

Sturgis smirked and slammed his feet against the ground. Massive craters appeared at the impact sites as the stallion rose to his full height, once again arching his back to avoid destroying the ceiling. If such a tiny amount of juice had turned him into such a freakish monster...

...what would the entire pool do to him?

Sturgis's entire life came flooding back to him from the very beginning. The distress and pressure of his youth, breaking free from the stress of life in the gym, growing massively muscled for the first time with the Ring of Muscle. Sturgis's thoughts drifted from his excitement and pleasure to the trails he had faced so recently. Brawn and Zeke were back at the hotel, probably still unconscious, but McCormick had been sucked into the space between worlds. That thought was both satisfying and worrying. The stallion's cock began softening as he remembered the tiger triplets he had babysat not too long ago. They would be without a father now and, no matter how capable their mother was, they would grow up in a broken family. Sturgis pondered over that thought for a moment, even as the pool of cum seemed to sing to him. He had suffered a crueller fate in his youth, was it perhaps better for the triplets to grow up without a father who truly did not care for them at all?

The unicorn bit his lip as he regarded the pool of muscle juice. Sturgis could already pass off as a god. Did he care about mortal concerns any longer? If he absorbed the juice in the pool he was going to grow bigger than his imagination could comprehend. He would grow so powerful, so freakishly powerful. Sturgis shoved the unwanted thoughts aside. He knew deep down he wanted this more than anything. He wanted to grow fucking_massive_ now, massive beyond the dreams of mortal men.

Sturgis let the evil smirk wrap around his grizzled features.

And then, he threw himself into the pool.

***

All over the planet, world leaders were dismissing the wild, fantastic claims as cases of mass hysteria. No one could explain the phenomenon of course, simply because not everybody was there to see it. It had lasted for several seconds at the very most, and as with most cases of mass hysteria, the public eventually returned to their usual routines. People began dismissing the sight of massive pectoral muscles engulfing the light and blotting out the sun as mere figments of their imagination, their feeble minds unable to comprehend what had truly happened. That the phenomenon had lasted for a few seconds had compounded that idea. It had seemed to happen suddenly and then before people could raise their cameras to the light, everything returned to normal. There was no sign of the muscle giant or anything that would raise eyebrows anywhere.

Sturgis's lips curled into a smile as watched news stations churning out coverage of the 'mass hysteria' incident. He was powerful beyond the comprehension of mortal men and massive beyond mortal reasoning. The stallion held the Milky Way in the palm of his hand, admiring the swirling lights that comprised his former home. He exuded such strength the laws of space and time did not apply to him. The Milky Way should have been ripped into oblivion by the gravitational pull of the leviathan's godly muscles, and yet it floated serenely above his palm. Sturgis had already absorbed the other galaxies that had gotten in his way, obliterating them from existence and absorbing their power into his own.

The god's hair shimmered with colours never perceived before. His eyes glittered and burned with such intensity a million stars would pale in comparison. Sturgis knew he had spared the Milky Way simply because it used to be his home. The stallion-god brought the galaxy to his eye level, waiting patiently for the mortals to tell their stories.

As he foresaw, a vast majority of mortals had seen his muscles outgrowing the realms of existence. They had even found the remains of the mountain that once housed the Temple of Testosterone. Sturgis had torn it apart as he grew beyond the limits of mortal reasoning. He had known he had but mere seconds to avert the destruction of his former home, and had propelled himself into the heavens with his powerful leg muscles, almost accidentally absorbing the sun along the way.

And now... he was a_god_. The pleasures of his past life would probably knock him unconscious if he tried them now, and Sturgis made a mental note to create a pocket dimension where he could jack off in safety.

Sturgis's smile broadened as he watched the news crews fluttering above the crater in their little flying machines. He had created it with the force of his jump, obliterating the ground for miles around. The general consensus was that a meteor had crashed into and utterly destroyed the mountain, almost taking out the ski resort in the neighbouring country. A handful of mortals were screaming into the cameras now, hell bent on telling the world about the monster they had seen leaping into the heavens.

The god put the Milky Way back where he found it. His flowing mane drifting in the space around his head, Sturgis drifted into the empty void where he had consumed the resident galaxies. His hand came up before him, more muscled and more developed than any mortals could ever be, and tore apart the very space and time in the area before him. Sturgis stuffed his hand into hole, tearing it ever bigger as he forced more and more of his arm into it.

After a moment of searching, Sturgis found what he was looking for. Pulling from the hole a fist worth of white space, Sturgis sealed the portal and held his prize before him.

"Hello McCormick." Sturgis thundered, his voice alone sending shockwaves throughout the very space and time that surrounded him. Automatically, Sturgis directed a part of his vast consciousness back to the Milky Way, covering it with a massive shield. Confident that the shockwave had bounced harmlessly across his shield, Sturgis turned his attention back to the muscular tiger.

McCormick was awed beyond that which his brain could comprehend. He simply floated there, tinier than a speck of cosmic dust in the hands of his god. Sturgis knew the tiger had gone mad; having been trapped in a space where time flowed differently from that he was used to. McCormick had spent several millennia floating in the vast whiteness of that realm, never ageing and never hearing or seeing anyone or anything besides the creatures in his mind.

But the sight of Sturgis had changed all that. Suddenly the tiger was himself again, his brain threatening to malfunction at the sight of his god. He was spluttering and gasping and clutching his face at the sight of Sturgis's massive being. The stallion supposed he couldn't blame anyone save himself if the tiger went mad a second time. Sturgis waited until the tiger composed himself, the years and months that flew past mere seconds to him. And when McCormick finally calmed, Sturgis unleashed his power into the sphere that contained him.

McCormick screamed as his erection erupted from between his legs, his muscles shrinking like deflating balloons from all around him. The tiger was pleading and begging for Sturgis to stop, but still the stallion-god persisted, until McCormick's body had been reduced to the unfit, unhealthy, sun-deprived body he had started with. Sturgis gave McCormick's body several more godly squeezes, making sure he had drained out the last of the temple's power. Casting the sobbing tiger aside, Sturgis pondered over the fate of the temple's last collection of power. He could always absorb this into himself, though the resulting growth wouldn't make much of a difference to his incredibly muscled form. The stallion would have to start consuming stars and black holes if he wanted to grow any bigger. And then an idea hit him, and the god chastised himself for taking so long.

Sturgis reached into the asteroid belt of a star system of a nearby galaxy, shuffling through it until he found an asteroid comprised of a strong, inert metal not found on earth. The stallion-god willed the metal into the form of a ring and forced the last power of the temple through the tiny band. McCormick could see everything that was happening of course, and despite his nearly crazed mind he knew Sturgis was toying with him. The god was tormenting him deliberately with the sight of yet another ring. He was building a weapon of sorts, far more intricate than the Three Rings of Power from before, and laden with far more potential than he could imagine.

The tiger felt his world hefted into the eyes of the Great Beast. Sturgis's visage was his entire world, as was the stallion's massive palms. And when the god spoke, McCormick felt his existence stretched to its limits.

"Do you want to go back, McCormick?" thundered the mighty being, "Do you think you deserve a second chance? To return to your old life after more than a decade of absence... yes, more than ten years have passed back home... you can take as long as you like to decide. I can wait."

But McCormick's reply came instantly. The tiger was screaming and howling and begging, pleading with Sturgis to return everything to normal. One passing glance was he needed to glean McCormick's true intentions. Sturgis smiled, and addressed the insignificant being yet again.

"You wish to return to the Temple. Yes, we both know I can see your true intentions. You're pitiful McCormick. What if I told you I destroyed the temple on my way here? How would you react? Are you going to break down? Are you going to go mad? I am more powerful than you can comprehend me to be, and yet you choose to lie..."

"How pathetic,"

McCormick was screaming as Sturgis squeezed the spherical realm back into the hole in space. The tiger was trying to reach for the ring, trying to grasp it with his greedy paws. Sturgis took his time in pulling the ring out of that little white sphere of space, only pushing McCormick back into his prison when the ring was safely in his hands. The god sealed the hole he had made, and drifted back to the Milky Way, and on to the next set of business.

***

"Happy_sweet_ sixteenth, Joey!"

Joey yelled in agony as he was forced into his locker, his captors slamming the door hard against him and locking it before they left, crackling wildly. The tiger cursed under his breath as he kicked against the locker door as hard as the confined space would let him. He was spending more time in this accursed locker as of late, the schools bullying committee somehow favouring him over everyone else.

The tiger leaned back against the tiny space, defeated. So what if he had won a place in the most prestigious of schools? His entire life had been miserable at best.

Joey's father had abandoned their family at a young age, tearing his wonderful home apart when he did. His mother had spent more and more time earning a living to support him and his two identical siblings, eventually they had all drifted apart, slowly but surely. Joey had spent his life moving into smaller and smaller homes as the family struggled to pay the bills, his wretched father having emptied their joint bank account before running away.

And now he was stuck in his damn locker in his damn private school in some damn country he had grown up in. The only reason he was here was because of the prestigious university a few blocks away. All he had to do was score a good grade here and the chance to begin his life anew would finally be open to him.

It wasn't till nightfall did the janitor hear him knocking against the door of his locker. Joey's mood was at a new low as he dragged himself back to the dormitories. At the rate he was going, he'd probably need counselling just to cope with having to wake up every day. The tiger pushed his way into his tiny dorm and began changing into his sleeping clothes. Joey was by no means nerdy or skinny, but the fact he resembled a lean, athletic twink had made his roommate uncomfortable. The other student had moved out by the third day, and Joey had had the entire room to himself ever since. It was his safest haven, and the tiger kept the doors and windows barricaded every night to deter unwanted intruders.

Joey rolled under the covers and turned onto his side, frustrated after such a long day. It really sucked to be one of the unpopular kids, but such were the rules of high school. Normally being a tiger alone would have been enough to default him into the popular category. Joey didn't know what he did to earn his place as an unpopular kid, but he did know he was unpopular even amongst the unpopular kids. They saw him as one of the popular kids, whereas the popular kids saw him as an inferior being. Joey sighed, and snuggled against his blanket, no one had even wished him happy birthday.

"Happy Birthday, Joey."

The tiger felt his eyes snapping open, someone had gotten in! Joey spun around, he didn't know what kind of prank they cool kids were going to pull this time, but there was no way in hell he was going to let them record it. And then he was face to face with the chiselled, masculine visage of a long lost friend.

Joey flinched, trying to comprehend what he was seeing. Sturgis simply gave him an easily smile as he wrapped a herculean arm around the tiny teenage tiger.

"Did you miss me?" he purred, his baritone richer and deeper than Joey remembered. The tiger felt himself reliving that fateful day, where Sturgis had come to him and his brothers as a babysitter. They were still in preschool back then, and Joey had nearly gotten himself killed by running out into the midst of a violent storm.

Sturgis looked... beefier than Joey remembered. His flaming red hair was long as ever, but now the stallion's features were grizzled with red fuzz. There was something sexy about it that excited Joey more than a clean shaven Sturgis. It was then Joey realised he was lying on top of the hairy beast. Sturgis was in his hulk mode, almost eight feet of solid fucking muscle. Joey's clothes had vanished without him even realising it. His hard cock was throbbing between Sturgis's hairy pecs.

"Go on," chuckled the beefy stallion, flexing his incredible chest muscles, "You know you want to."

And Joey did. The tiger began grinding his cock against the stallion's hairy chest, moaning with pent up sexual frustration. If he was going to have a wet dream, he might as well enjoy himself in the process. Several seconds was all it took for Joey's orgasm to erupt from his cock, coating Sturgis's hairy muscle cleavage with his seed. The stallion pulled him down, crushing their lips together as they began sucking each other's faces as though their plan was going down. Joey had never felt a dream so vivid in his life, it was as though Sturgis really was there making love to his face, and for several minutes they kissed and kissed.

"I've missed you," Joey whispered, wrapping his arms around the giant's muscular neck, "We wanted you to come back, but they said you went missing and replaced you with another guy who hated our guts."

"I know," Sturgis said softly, gently rubbing the tiger's back, "That's why I'm here."

"You came to apologize?"

"Actually, I came to give you a present."

Joey felt his eyes grow wide as Sturgis sat up, his huge body scraping the upper bunk of the bed. The massive stallion was a big as a queen sized bed, massively muscled and hairy like a wild animal. Joey's eyes floated down to the massive package he was sporting under the blanket, but then Sturgis's muscular arms guided him away. The tiger blinked at the sight of Sturgis's gift.

It was a ring, too big to fit on his finger but intricately made. There looked to be tiny knobs built into the loop and several rune-like designs etched along the sides. The heavy band looked tiny in contrast to Sturgis's large hand.

"What is it?"

Sturgis grinned wickedly, and suddenly the beefy stud was on him, holding the squirming tiger as he forced the heavy cockring onto Joey's crotch. The tiger flopped onto the bed beside Sturgis, unused to the heavy piece of jewellery that was wrapped around the base of his cock and balls. Joey was about to protest, but then Sturgis wrapped his massive arms around his narrow waist, distracting the tiger from his complaints.

"I wasn't planning on giving you such a naughty gift until you reached your eighteenth birthday," he cooed, gently nuzzling the tips of Joey's ears, "But then I found out sixteen was the legal age here. So I decided to wait for your sweet sixteenth, and trust me when I say your sweet sixteenth is going to be really, really sweet."

"You saw the little knobs build into the thick ring. Well this ring contains a power than many will kill for, so you should keep it a secret, for your own sake of course. Back to the knobs, you saw the knobs and the runes on each side of the ring. Well one knob will control the size and power of your muscles, and you'll be able to hulk out like me whenever you want. The other knob controls the size and strength of your family jewels, including your balls of course. There are seven settings for each knob, eight if you count the inactive setting or level zero as I like to call it."

Sturgis adjusted himself, pulling the blanket away from his massive, massive equine endowment.

"The growth you'll experience increases exponentially as you increase the ring's power. If you're brave enough to try level seven... well you'll grow into a fucking monster, so don't say I didn't warn you."

Joey chuckled as Sturgis smiled at him. His hairy babysitter was as fun-loving as he remembered. The tiger knew what they both wanted right now, and uttered a squeal of delight as Sturgis began rubbing his monstrous prick, causing it to swell and swell and swell until two feet of beefy muscle cock was throbbing between his legs.

"Happy birthday, Joey."

***

Joey groaned as the morning sun came streaming into his bunk. What a dream that had been. Sturgis had cummed so hard and so often Joey knew the stallion would have saturated both his mattress and the unoccupied one on the upper bunk. It was a nice and peaceful Saturday morning, and Joey felt confident he would get through the day without too much trouble. The tiger rolled out of his covers and stretched with a wide yawn. His nightclothes were oversized and comfy, just the way he liked them. Joey pushed himself off the bed and felt something heavy tugging against his crotch. The tiger froze where he stood, overcome by disbelief. Slowly, very slowly, Joey reached down and pulled the waistband of his boxers away from his body.

The heavy cockring Sturgis had forced onto him was still there, wrapped around the base of his cock and balls.

"No..." he whispered, "No way... this can't be happening."

A shaking hand reached down for the cockring, toward one of the knobs that had been built into the heavy loop. Joey turned it once, and suddenly one of the runes lit up along the hoop of the ring. A warm sensation began flooding his lean body, the tiger couldn't believe what was happening. He could feel the vitality rushing through his limbs like a torrent of warm water, Joey cried out in excitement.

And then... his muscles began to grow.

(END?)