The Application - 1
#1 of The Application
So there I was, trembling beneath the safety of my quilted blanket as I struggled to comprehend the sight before me. There, nestled within the palm of my hand was the single most powerful piece of technology the world had ever seen, carefully disguised as an innocent little piece of software sitting on the grid of my smartphone. It had been completely accidental, that my finger had touched the screen in the split second before it was pulled had all but cemented my suspicion of being only person on the planet to possess it, that I was sneaking around in the less travelled annals of the internet only served to reinforce that notion.
Beef Me Up, or BMU for short, had only existed in the most hushed of rumours. Some said the project was funded by the military, yet another attempt at the creation of weapons that would serve as leverage whenever political manoeuvrings fell flat. Others claimed BMU came from the stars, a gift from civilisations far more advanced that we earthlings could ever come to believe. However, while the origins of the application varied from person to person, there was but one factual constant - the application allowed one to enhance and modify the bodies of himself and anyone he wished so long as they were male. And, as if to make things all the more dangerous, it seemed whoever had created BMU had allowed for the changes to be_limitless_.
Oh were you tired of walking to work every day? No problem, just grow a pair of wings and fly to the office. Not happy with the size and shape of your body? No problem either! BMU would fix that just as quickly and easily as you could think it! Don't like the dude who stole your boyfriend? Easy! Turn yourself into a fifty foot titan and flatten his house while he watches.
Needless to say, I had spent the last three nights waiting for the government to show up at my doorstep, burly men in black who would no doubt kick down my door before bundling me up and dragging me to an undisclosed location to be interrogated. Only those men never came, and after skipping school for three days thanks to my refusal to leave the house, I finally felt safe enough to start... experimenting.
Pushing my pillow side, I rolled from the comforting warmth of my blanket and darted across the frigid hardwood flooring, double-checking that my bedroom door had been locked before hurtling back under the blanket. It might be three in the morning and darker than sin outside, but I wasn't going to risk anything that might wake my neighbours, the fewer people out there who knew about BMU, the better it was for me.
Tucking my body under the blanket and snuggling against my enormous pillows, I scrolled through the grid of my phone and fired up the application responsible for my incessant shivering. As I expected, there was a soft blipping noise before the entire screen turned blue, a cascade of options zipping into view as I entered BMU's main menu.
Oh god the excitement was getting to me, and in a mad bid to contain myself I actually sank my teeth into the pillow I was resting my head on, struggling to keep myself from squealing as though I had been let loose in a candy shop. BMU had prompted me for a photo! Just as the rumours had said it would! There were no restrictions on where the photo could come from either, the application giving me the choice of taking a selfie right there, uploading a picture from my phone's gallery, and even swiping a photo or two from Facebook! I chose the first option, failing several times thanks to my hands refusing to stay still long enough for me to get a good shot. When I did get said shot however, BMU began processing it immediately, a strange sensation reminiscing of static electricity sweeping over my being and causing me to jolt in surprise.
Another blip, and suddenly the main menu had vanished, replaced with a three dimensional pedestal of sorts and a startlingly familiar figure standing upon it. The teenage fox wasn't just slim of build, as most foxes were, but leanly muscled as well, no doubt the results of sneaking into the campus weight room whenever the jocks were too busy to pay him any attention. Pressing two fingers onto the screen, I began swivelling the pedestal around; remarking at the impossibly fantastic detail represented on my digital self, all the way from the snowy white of my fur to the mess of orange hair upon the crown of my head.
BMU was so accurate in fact, that it had even created a perfect replication of my sleeping clothes, from the oversized shirt I was wearing all the way down to the initials written on the tag of my sleeping boxers. It seemed so unreal, that such technology could exist in this day and age, the possibilities stemming from using BMU were so incomprehensibly dangerous and powerful that it definitely was not something you would put in the hands of a mere seventeen year old high school fox. And yet... here it was!
I began to smile, the most devious of grins stretching across my face so quickly it was actually starting to hurt. All my life, since the day I saw my first bodybuilder, I had been so chronically obsessed with the massively muscled and heavily endowed, so much so that I had spent many a night tossing and turning on my bed, cursing the day I had been born a fox instead of a bull or horse. High school seniors or not, many of the larger furs in school were well into the later stages of puberty, their bovine and equine genetics forcing massive quantities of sheer muscle mass onto their growing bodies so quickly that the school actually had a system where they could trade in their old uniforms for newer (and bigger) ones at half price.
It wasn't fair in any sense of the word, mostly because foxes didn't exactly get that much bigger or taller, but if there was any one thing that would push me closer to the guys I idolized in school, it was what made us all men. The digitalized penis on my digital self was currently flaccid (I had found a button that made my clothes disappear), but even then it was exceptionally large and definitely bigger than anything anyone would expect on a mere fox. See, while most of the other foxes in school were more than satisfied with five inch erections, I was sporting a beefy tool that swelled to a magnificent eight inches whenever I grew too excited. Oh sure that was nothing compared to the foot long rods I saw swinging around in the showers, but considering the world record for the largest erection ever found on a fox was eight and a half inches, I'd say my still-growing body was destined for greater things.
Oh and then there was BMU, the application that gave me complete control over my physical appearance and just about everything outside of that as well.
A list of buttons had appeared along the upper portions of my screen, and touching them quickly overwhelmed me with so many options and suggestions that I immediately decided I was going to take things at a slower pace. You know, to give me more time to explore and experiment, it was definitely more fun that way and I was certain anyone in my position would have felt the same. What I did manage to do however, was bring down an overlay that marked out every section of my body alongside accurate statistical measurements of all the major body parts and muscle groups. I was especially smug when I rotated my digital penis into view, all five inches of its flaccid length swinging into view and flopping silently against my digital thigh.
Well if I was to take things slowly, what better place to start than my own tool right? If BMU could so accurately generate a model of me then I was definitely dealing with technology far more advanced than anything on the planet. Zooming into my schlong, I tapped it once and expanded the nodule that was attached to it, an entire list of modifiable options cascading into view and getting me so excited I barely managed to stifle my squeal. Plucking my face from the depths of my pillow, I began making conscious efforts to keep my breathing steady and calmed, my shaking fingers scrolling through the list of numbers as drooled flooded the insides of my mouth.
"Okay..." I breathed, jittering with excitement as I fiddled with the options, "Alright Bradley you can do this... just change a little bit of yourself without passing out and we should be good to go."
According to BMU, I was currently a shower, meaning that my cock would be large both in its erect and flaccid state. While I was a little curious as to what being a grower would feel like, I was definitely keener on finding out what it felt like to be incredibly well endowed like the studs in school. So I added three inches of beef to my erect length and an entire inch in girth and ticked the 'erect' box so I could watch a simulation of my new size.
It turns out that BMU also took simulations seriously, and I was instantly satisfied when I realized I was going to be treated to a completely animated erection. My digitalized-yet-flaccid cock suddenly jerked, thick veins creeping across the hardening shaft as virtual blood surged into the waiting erectile tissues, the throbbing organ swelling and thickening far more intensely than it normally did as my cock expanded beyond reason, never stopping until my tool was a solid eleven inches in length two inches in diameter.
Damn! If I was reading this right, I wouldn't be able to grab my junk with one hand! The bloated shaft would just too huge and too damn veiny! Aw shit I had to see this for myself, and so I added one more inch to my length before saving the changes and hitting the trigger button.
There was another wave of electrical sensations, a single burst of it blasting from my phone and feeling as though someone was rubbing a gigantic ball of wool all over me. And then I felt it, a strange warmth enveloping the entirety of my genitalia and thrilling me so ecstatically it was all I could do to roll onto my back, clutching my face as I squealed and moaned. The insides of my boxers had grown especially hot, the frontal flaps parting widely as an enormous avalanche of meat spilled from the button-less fly.
"Oh g-god!" I stuttered, propping myself onto my elbows and squinting desperately through the darkness, eager to watch my massive schlong thickening and growing through the flaps of my boxers. My phone had been covered by one of my pillows again, and despite not being able to see I could still feel the fabric constricting my throbbing love muscle, the sensitive organ jerking and twitching in the cold air so erotically I thought I was going to cum right there and then.
Mercifully though, I did not, and in the span of a few seconds the growing sensations finally ceased. I simply laid there amongst my pillows for several minutes, panting and gasping as my newly enlarged cock gorged itself on my blood, growing impossibly hard as the swollen veins rippled and pulsed across the throbbing surface. In control of my body once again, I grabbed my phone and directed the soft lights towards my amazing new cock, my jaws going slack at the enormous pillar of sex that stuck out before me.
Fucking hell I wouldn't have believed that thing was growing out of me if not for the incredible levels of arousal shooting into my crotch as my cock jerked and dripped. That damn thing was so fat right now that the fabric of my boxers was awfully tight around the base, restricting the return of blood through the veins and thus functioning as a pseudo cock ring of sorts. If there had been any doubt in my mind that BMU would work, it was all gone now, as was evident by the dribbling organ before me.
I couldn't stop myself, my free hand grasping the slippery length as my body shuddered and jerked. Oh god it felt so good, so big and thick and veiny! I began to pump, my clenched fist stroking the massive shaft and smearing the seemingly endless stream of pre-cum all over the pulsating flesh, my fingers flowing over the huge mushroom head of my cock as the gaping cock-slit oozed and spewed.
"Aw yeah that's what I'm talking about!" I moaned, a little louder than I should have. This huge new cock of mine was great and all, but I also realized there wasn't nearly as much cum as I had been led to believe. It was then I realized my testicles were still the same size, having blindly assumed that they would have grown together with my cock. See that was what happened when you based all your muscle growing goodness off fantasy growth stories you collected from the internet. This wasn't some piece of erotic literature anymore, this was real life and there were definitely more strings to pull over there.
Plopping my phone onto the mattress, I zoomed back into my cock and targeted my testicles. They were a good size for a fox like me, but then again I didn't feel like entertaining the whole argument involving the beefy jocks from school. However, I _did_feel a little more adventurous this time, and so I grew my testes to the size of tennis balls and triggered the growth spurt for the second time tonight.
There was a wave of static, and suddenly the growing sensations were back and bigger than ever. I really was overwhelmed by the intensity this time, great spurts of pre-cum gushing from my cockhead like a leaky faucet as I writhed and rolled over my bed, giggling like a madman as I pumped myself furiously. My boxers were getting awfully tight now, so much meat filling the crotch portion of the garment and there was more and more of me every second!
Somehow, in the midst of my wild jerkoff session I managed to get my hands on what I liked to call my fun bottle. I had no idea how the plastic container even got into my hand, considering I kept it in a little compartment under my bed, but I wasted no time in tearing off the stopper and slamming my spluttering cockhead through the too small hole and into the ocean of cum I had been storing for months.
"UUGHHHH!" I cried. The onset of my orgasm was far too abrupt for me to stop myself, huge blasts of cum exploding into the bottle as I fucked the former jug of orange juice to my heart's desire. Good grief there was so much cum, each mindboggling explosion putting stars into my vision as I dumped load after load into the container. Ten massive shots soon turned to fifteen, and then twenty! My eruption seemed to stretch on and on until thirty-five brutal blasts of cum had been added to my fun bottle.
My rock-hard cock still wedged in, I eased the container into an upright position and supported myself on a pile of my pillows, my tongue rolling out of my mouth as I basked in the afterglow of my titanic release, waiting patiently for my cock to soften so I could finally pull it out. I didn't normally like getting my cock stuck in hard to reach places, but with the still throbbing cockhead soaking itself in the white hot cum I had just released... well I supposed I could make an exception this time.
Some time passed before I was finally able to pull it out and even then it was a little hard, my cock having grown so much thicker for an entrance that could once easily accommodate it. Not that that was a bad thing, although something was telling me that I might need more bottles in the very near future. Either way now that my obligatory orgasm was done and over with, I could finally get to the real fun, so I stoppered my now half-full bottle and returned it to its spot under my bed.
Phone in hand, I stuffed my now flaccid but still awfully huge manhood back into my boxers and threw the blanket over my head. So overwhelmed with the power in my hands that I actually spent an entire minute simply drooling at myself, wondering what on earth I should change first and just how huge I could make myself. I had already decided to take myself as far as I dared to go, and if this little box was to be believed (and it was), then my seventeen year old body stood a mere five feet five inches tall and weighed a measly one hundred and thirty-two pounds. Most of the foxes in school would kill for these sorts of numbers, but not me, this was pathetically small compared to the body I always dreamed of having. Oh no the body of a swimmer was not for me, I wanted to be huge, massive, my body bulging with so much muscle as to be considered freaky.
I tapped a box containing my generalized measurements, zooming into the bar that controlled my weight and smashed my finger against the increase button. My digital body began bulging out, my muscles bulking up and filling up the insides of my skin, turning me from an unnoticeable high school student into an amateur bodybuilder by the time I added fifty pounds to my lean frame. Fuck I looked amazing, but still I knew I wanted so much more than this, this was still tiny in my eyes, never mind that the jocks in school would do all sorts of horrible things for such a body.
And so I began growing myself in every manner possible, doing my best impression of a maniacal laugh as my digital body shot up in height, insane mountains of sheer muscle exploding from places I didn't even know I had as I shifted through every nodule I could find. Yeah that's what I'm talking about, eight fucking feet tall and ripped. I was going to be a monster, a huge fucking muscle monster who could throw baseballs into orbit without even having to try so hard. Okay that might have been exaggerating a little bit, but with a body like that I would probably have no trouble picking up a bulldozer and benching it!
Yeah that's right, I wanted more mass, a hundred... no... five hundred more pounds of solid, muscular bulk! I changed the pose my model was taking, forcing the digital me to thrust his pectorals forward for a most muscular chest flex, my tongue wetting my lips as I zoomed into the muscles and forced them to grow for my viewing pleasure. The development of my chest was insane now, the various muscle groups so ridiculously defined even when relaxed I looked like a grotesquely exaggerated anatomy chart. I decided I still wasn't satisfied, so I began adding even more mass, causing my pectoral slabs to hulk out so massively I knew I was never going to see my abs without the help of a mirror. Then I scrolled down to my nipples, tiny nubs that were forced to point down thanks to the ridiculous amounts of beef swelling off my mighty chest, and began beefing them up too, keeping my finger on the growth button until I had a pair of inhuman, thumb-sized teats that would throb at an entire inch in length when fully erect.
Oh yes this was good alright, a huge, brawny chest that would heave with my power no matter the time of day, that my monstrous pectoral mountains were each capped with a thick, throbbing nipple made the deal all the sweeter. I moved onto my shoulders and began working my magic, never blinking until they were broader than hell and so powerfully muscled I could fit three fully grown bodybuilders on either side of my head and support them just as easily. Damn I needed a huge neck too, preferably one that had the girth of a pillar and more muscle bulging out of it than I knew what to do with. Yeah that's right, that's what I'm talking about, and now I would need mountainous traps that really were mountains, rippling with muscle and so enormous they would devour all but the upper most portions of my powerful neck.
Shit man this was good, fucking awesome as well! Only now my chest and shoulders seemed far too massive for the rest of me, and there was only one way to fix that. I rotated myself until I found the nodule for my arms and brought up the menu. I've been having newer fantasies as of late, and it was with a grin oh-so-broad and oh-so-wide did I begin hulking out my already monstrous arms. Oh sure I needed them huge alright, but I also wanted them to be disproportionately muscular compared to the rest of my body. That's right, I wanted arms that were a scant inch away from being as ridiculously muscular as my herculean quads, ginormous and veiny and so fucking massive I was definitely going to have trouble touching my own face after that.
But you know what? If I had arms that were fifty fucking inches around and exploding with such power I didn't fucking care about that anymore. My arms would be so ridiculously developed, so insanely brawny that my fucking biceps would have biceps. The entirety of my upper arms would ripple and split into their enormous muscle groups with the slightest of my movements! Hell yeah this was frigging sweet, having arms that would bend at the elbows when relaxed thanks to all that insane muscle threatening to burst out of my skin.
I zoomed out and looked at my top heavy body, realizing that my stance still looked weird thanks to the gross disproportions of my insane muscles. So I returned to my torso and zoomed in on my latissimus dorsi muscles, pouring more meat into them as I watched my crazy frame hulking out before my very eyes, flaring out like the wings of a manta ray as my back assumed the legendary Y-shapes all men would kill to have. Things were just that erotic from the rear view, and I especially liked how my shoulders tapered down to a narrow, pillar-like waist. It was then I saw the blinking exclamation mark sitting on the nodule that was touching my waist, and immediately I knew I would not be able to support the insane muscle mass I had generated for myself.
So I began working on my abs as well, thickening it as much as I could without compromising its incredible shape before filling my abdominals with so much power I was probably going to have trouble keeping my hands off of them. The enormous cinderblock-sized muscles crunched slightly, my digital body flexing and shifting as the lower abdominal slabs bulged to the surface, my hulking six-pack morphing into a freakish wall of solid muscle that boasted eight monstrous muscles separated by canyons cut so deeply into my gut they actually rivalled the massive muscle cleavage separating the two boulders hanging ominously above them.
Top heavy or not, there was no doubt in my mind that I looked amazing. Surely I now possessed more muscle than any living being to have ever lived, and I haven't even started on my legs yet! Thanks to the dramatic increase in height I had put my model through just now, my arms were actually crazy-huge compared to my quads, and so I decided to fix that, my nonstop twiddling causing my digital thighs to explode in a myriad of rippling, teardrop-shaped mountains, splitting into multiple peaks before affixing their mammoth-sized masses into my legs. I did the same for my calves as well, bulking the diamond-shaped muscles into even huger versions of themselves so everything remained proportionate, sort of.
I zoomed out and admired my work, giggling and jittering uncontrollably as I admired the body that would soon be mine. Blinking icon or not, I didn't need BMU to offer me more suggestions, I knew I still had a lot of work to do but that did not stop me from getting a little too excited anyway. Caving into the temptation stemming from all the hormones flooding my seventeen year old body, I shuffled my way through the many morph boxes available until I found one that I had yet to touch. This one specialised in changes involving the less visible portions of the body and even came with prior settings that would effectively allow me to add passive 'abilities' to my already gloriously muscular body.
As if the miniature Bradley wasn't already jacked as hell and more muscular than any seventeen year old had the right to be, I went ahead and gave myself muscle fibres five times stronger than was naturally possible and hardened my bones until they were seventeen and a half times stronger than diamonds. Man... I looked like the Hulk, except the Hulk would look like a puny weakling compared to the strength in my muscles. I was dying to trigger my growth spurt right now but BMU kept throwing more options at me and the more I looked at the more eager I was to add introduce those changes into my being. This seemingly foolish bravery was probably due to the pubescent changes I was going through, but oh well!
Veins! I needed more veins, a vast network of throbbing, pulsating veins the size of garden hoses that would cover my muscles and fuel them with more testosterone than the cells knew what to do with! Yeah, oh hell yeah this looked so good, gotta cover my arms and pecs with them, thicken the ones covering my neck and traps and definitely add more to the insane muscles bulging out of my herculean lower limbs. I was going nuts by now. Even the most trivial of things like increasing the size of my hands and feet was thrilling me to no end. I looked like a fucking beast, an almighty muscle god who could dominate any man he wanted, whenever he wanted. But do you know what would make me look even more beastly?
Hair.
A crap load of it!
Yeah that's the stuff. I needed a hairy chest, an entire forest of thick, luscious, pectoral fuzz so dense you would not be able to see the white of my fur beneath the manly coating. All that would be exposed by my chest hair would be my meaty nipples, each throbbing teat thrusting from the orange forest like obscene fruits, twitching and throbbing with all the testosterone flooding in from the veins concentrating around the large areolas.
Satisfied with how my chest turned out, I continued running my finger across the digital me, trailing the growth of hairs between my freak-show abdominal muscles and creating a happy trail that spread through the muscular canals like wildfire. I was ecstatic, barely in control of my own drooling as I created for myself the hairiest and sexiest gut ever, even connecting the fuzzy trail into the dense bush of pubic fur growing from the base of my crotch. My dick was still pitifully small compared to the gargantuan slabs of muscle bulging out of me, but I would get to that later, for now I was content with expanding the ever growing bush of pubic goodness.
This was good, oh hell yeah this was so frigging hot! I needed hairy balls too of course. They would be so damned furry you wouldn't see any of the veins that throbbed across the heaving surface, just like how my manly hairs covered every inch of my glorious chest muscles. Oh and let's not forget my ass. I turned the pedestal and began sliding my finger between the shredded, gargantuan ass muscles flexing off the rear of my model, causing a veritable explosion of hair to burst from where I once had none, giving myself a perpetually sweaty ass jungle that would no doubt floor even the biggest jocks in school whenever I turned around, assuming they were still conscious by then.
Oh fuck yeah my ass was fucking awesome alright, massive and rippling and veiny as fuck. I could probably crush bricks between the hulking muscles and grind the broken pieces to dust!
I was so close now, so very close to owning the greatest body the world has ever known! Before that came to be, I still had a few minor additions to make. Turning the pedestal away from my bulging buttocks, I tapped the nodule linked to my already large cock got to work, stretching my cock all the way down to my knees with one finger and expanding its girth with another two. I was going to be huge alright, three fucking feet long and eight... no... ten inches wide and nearly thirty-two inches around!
The head would have to be massive as well! Oh hell yes I would have to make it even bigger! I loved mushroom headed cocks, having one myself, but it was another thing when the head was nearly twice the thickness of the shaft and capped with a massive, gaping cum-slit that would be seven inches in length and constantly spewing! But what would a gigantic love muscle be without equally massive testosterone engines to power them? Aw yeah watermelon-sized looked even better than it sounded! My hairy testicles were going to be so massive they would crash against my thighs like wrecking balls with every step I took! I was going to have so much trouble finding myself pants I was probably going to end up wearing a kilt everywhere!
If I wore anything at all that is!
Zooming out, I finished off the last of my changes in the 'abilities' window, drastically decreasing my refractory period so I would only need a few seconds of recovery time between orgasms and increasing my cum production so dramatically my cock was probably going to paint the room white whenever it exploded! Then I increased the duration of my growth from a few seconds (as was the default) to one minute before introducing a delay-timer set to three minutes.
Stuffing my face back into a pillow so as to stifle a mad crackle, I saved all my changes and hit the execute command, all but slamming my face into the pillow as excitement overwhelmed me. The wave of static had come back, the electrical sensations dancing over every inch of my furry skin as BMU worked its magic, the strange energies emanating from my smartphone burying themselves into the very core of my cells in preparation of what was to come.
I sat up the moment the sensations faded away, my jittering reaching a new high as I bounced all over the bed in a gleeful, almost drunken stupor. Three minutes, three minutes was all that separated me from growing into the biggest fucking muscle monster to ever grace the face of the earth! Oh god I couldn't believe this was actually happening! I was so excited I wanted nothing more than to spring out of my room and scream at the top of my lungs!
Thankfully though, raging teenage hormones or not, I knew better than to reveal my newfound powers to the rest of the world and especially not my neighbours. And so I bottled up my excitement and eased my furry feet onto the ice-cold floor of my room, intent on getting a good look at my body before my impending growth spurt finally kicked in, cursing the day I misplaced my fluffy slippers as I skipped and bounced over to the wall mirror.
Yep, I was still me alright, five feet five and approximately a hundred and thirty-two pounds of lean muscle, dressed in an overtly large sleeping shirt and a pair of tight boxers. This was the Bradley who went to school in the day just like any other seventeen year old. This was also the Bradley who stripped and hustled for all manner of people when the sun went down. I couldn't say the pickings were good in a scene dominated by bodybuilders, but thanks to the recent upping of the legal age from sixteen to eighteen, I've been getting away with charging extra and more tuition money was always good.
God damn it was cold too, but that was what you'd get in the dead of winter. The only feasible reconciliation for such awful weather (ginormous muscles aside), would have been the freedom to play in the snow whenever I wanted to. Well... that was assuming it snowed, but with my busy schedules in and out of school I didn't think I would have the time for that anyway.
A burst of warmth hit me, filling me with more energy than I knew what to do with and indicating that my three minutes were up. Unable to stop myself, I sprang into the air and let out a loud whoop, nearly hitting the ceiling as my body filled the air with the sounds of stretching leather. Oh god it was finally happening!
My body began stretching up, the floor falling further and further away as I tumbled into the attached bathroom, locking the door and flipping the light switch so I could get a good look at myself in the mirror.
Click!
Oh... Oh god I was taller! Easily six feet and still stretching! My too big shirt was still really airy around the sides but it definitely wasn't as close to my knees as it had been mere moments ago. Lifting the hem of my shirt, I could see myself getting bigger, my waist thickening up and broadening as my faint abdominal muscles pushed themselves outwards. I looked down and saw that my entire body seemed to be growing, my once nondescript calves tightening up and swelling to the size of grapefruits, several veins rising to the surface to fuel the new muscles. My boxers were feeling tighter as well, not around the crotch are but where the material was now hugging my thighs.
Releasing the grip on my shirt, I brought my arms before me, the smile on my face threatening to split my face in two as I watched the fibrous cables coiling around my forearms and spreading all the way to my hands and biceps. Oh god yes this felt so good, not ten seconds in and I already felt so strong and so powerful! I clenched my fists, watching intently as the muscles of my forearms bulged and rippled, never shrinking to their former sizes when I relaxed and flexed again.
My chest was filling up as well, the material drifting away from my waist as my pectoral muscles inflated like balloons, hardened slabs of pure beef taking shape within my shirt as my shoulders broadened to accommodate them. My shoulders! Hell damn they were expanding like the growth videos I could download from the internet, my bones snapping and popping painlessly as I grew out sideways, my swelling arms dangling away from my torso as BMU did its work.
It was then did I finally realize something else going on underneath me. Where my shirt was awfully large and comfy, my boxers had been well-fitted and somewhat tight. There was a loud_SHRRIIIPP_ as my quads finally tore through the legs of my underwear, huge teardrop-shaped masses bulging out of my legs and rippling powerfully as whatever fat I had was burnt away. Shit, I looked as though I had the lower body of an amateur bodybuilder, all the way from my awesome quads to my hardened calve muscles and even the larger feet I was now sporting.
Wait a minute...
I looked up, my eyes swelling to the size of meatballs when I realized it wasn't just my lower body that had changed. It had been hard to see thanks to the sheer size of my shirt, but there was no doubt in my mind that my entire body now resembled the bodybuilders I ogled so shamelessly in school. My shoulders were huge now, the firm muscles clearly visible through the grey cotton, my mighty pectorals bulging with such power I could flex them independently, my cheeky grin exposing my dimples as I forced my chest muscles to dance for my viewing pleasure.
Clenching my fists again and planting them against my chest, I puffed out my pecs and flexed my arms and shoulders as hard as I could, bouncing gleefully as my shirt tightened up around my pecs and biceps. I couldn't take it anymore, my hands grabbing hold of the grey cotton as I attempted to tear my shirt in two.
SHRIIIIIP!
I paused, blinking a few times before realizing that something else had ripped instead and let go of my still tightening shirt. Stepping back, it was all I could do to swoon as my late boxers fell to the floor in tattered shreds, my hulking ass muscles rippling in impunity as they hulked out behind me. What kept my attention, on the other hand, was the massive semi-erect penis swinging in tandem with my enormous testicles, close to sixteen inches of throbbing, veiny flesh oozing and drooling as my body continued to expand. I knew my manhood was going to get bigger, so much more powerful than what it was now, and so I tore myself away and pulled up the hem of my shirt.
The sight that greeted me in the mirror was orgasmic. My abs had morphed into eight brick-sized muscles that bulged with their own power, my waist having grown so muscular than the material no longer fell down when I let go. So I pulled the cotton down to my waist anyway, licking my lips as my shirt finally tightened so much it was hugging me like paint, exposing every growing muscle as I closed in on the eight foot mark.
Fuck, I was frigging hot alright, so hot I had to adjust my stance to keep from falling over as my growing body packed on more and more muscle. It was then did I notice the sheer size of my arms, each herculean limb bulking up faster than the rest of my body put together. They were growing huge alright, already dangerously close to being as muscled as my titanic legs and still growing! The stretchy cotton was already ripping in places, and whenever I flexed my arms more threads would snap!
"Ooh... yeah," I growled, a shudder shooting down my spine at the low, almost sensual baritone reverberating within my chest. My Adam's apple must have been soaking in testosterone all this time, and if my ever thickening neck was any indication, it probably was. That thing resembled a mighty pillar, reinforced with more muscle than I knew what to do it and so damned hard it almost felt as though I was running my hands across a furry girder. My traps had morphed into veritable mountains, the striated fibres rippling beneath my fingers as the monstrous volcanos swallowed the lower portions of my neck in their hulking advance towards my head.
"RRRAAAGHHHHH!!!!!!"
I had had enough, my entire body flexing with more power than I could have ever imagined, every single muscle in my being bulging with such frightening power it was all my shirt could do to explode with a resounding BOOM!
FUCK! I had turned into a fucking muscle monster! I was huge, massive, bigger than any bodybuilder to ever live and more powerful than any of them could ever dream! My guns alone were fucking bazookas, their gloriously sculptured masses splitting into multiple peaks when I raised my arms and pumped my hulking biceps, raw testosterone flooding through the network of veins fuelling their growth until my fucking biceps had biceps.
"AWW YEAH!" I roared, drunk on the strength surging with my body as my cock began gorging itself on my power, filling up with so much blood I could feel the flesh growing and thickening before me! I wanted more! MORE! My muscles, oh fuck me my muscles were still growing! I was going to get bigger! BIGGER! Yes! YES! Grow for me, grow bigger... STRONGER! I pumped my massive guns again, the double bicep flex causing my monstrous lats to explode sideways, so much muscle filling them up I could feel them taking on the Y-shape I so craved.
Arching my back, I began pounding my mighty chest muscles, each terrifying BOOM sending tremors through the building as I laughed and flexed. My stance was fucking wide now, my herculean quads were so fucking muscular I could feel the individual muscle groups battling each other for space as I closed in on my goal. There must have been ten seconds of growth left, and every single second that passed pumped so much beef into me it was all I could do to roar and flex.
My monolithic arms were so huge by now I could feel my once foxy flexibility leaving me, my mind recovering quickly from the adrenaline surging through me as I tested the strength of my muscles. Thunderous legs quaked and pulsed, more powerful than jackhammers and thicker than the ancient trees littering the grounds of my school. Huge and monstrous didn't come close to describing my godlike torso, my entire body boasting so much muscle I was fucking bulging in places I didn't even know I had. My hulking pectoral muscles were so brawny and so damned huge I didn't even have to look down for them to brush against my chin, all but confirming my suspicious that I would not be able to see my own abs without the help of a mirror. And oh god... those were abs alright, eight fucking boulders bulging out of my chest and separated by ridges cut so deeply into my gut they might as well have been irrigation canals.
Shoulders broad enough for three big men to rest on... a pillar-like waist that was carved out of marble and harder than steel... thick, juicy nipples that were so muscular in their own right I could actually flex them.
Oh I wasn't done yet, nowhere close, there were still three or four seconds left. And I knew exactly what was coming in the next one or two.
The first hairs sprouted along my chest, an orange mass of liquid sex spreading like wildfire as the manly trail covered every inch of my heaving pectoral muscles, the massive veins snaking below them crashing into my enormous areolas and causing my obscene nipples to thicken even further. As I had planned, I could not see the white of my chest fur anymore, but I could feel the orange forest surging through the canyons of my abs, the dense hairs quadrupling my raw sex appeal before joining into the massive bush bristling from the base of my cock.
I could only moan now, my huge back leaning against the wall as I ran my sausage-sized fingers through the coarse fuzz, my tongue rolling out of my mouth as the entirety of my crotch turned orange. My balls grew furrier, the perpetually sweating pubic coat devouring the white of my balls and turning them into heaving masses of pure sex, the trail surging beneath me and caused my monstrous body to erupt in shudders as a veritable ass jungle bristled between my hulking buttocks. Oh god that was so frigging sexy, my hairy, muscle-bound sphincter flexing and clenching as the testosterone-laden hairs tickled and rubbed against it. My arms came up again, ginormous and sexy and hotter than fuck, exposing the thickening bush sprouting from my armpits, dripping with sweat just like the rest of me.
Two seconds left! The other changes were coming now, my muscle fibres bulging like crazy as they were strengthened beyond reason. My bones hardened several times over, each wave feeling like a blast of hot water that fused into the very core of my being. My hearing improved, followed by my sight. And then smell, until all five of my senses had been greatly amplified alongside my brain's new ability to comprehend it all without going nuts.
One second left!
I actually roared again, my voice stronger and lower and more powerful than anything I had done before, so loud I actually rattled the mirror and the hinges of the door. My cock, oh dear god my cock was growing again, stretching out longer, packing on solid, muscular mass! Oh my fuck, it was fucking huge, getting harder and thicker, morphing into a fucking tower of pure, fucking POWER!
"ARRRRGHHHHH!!!!!!!" I bellowed, no longer able to contain myself. My cock suddenly lurched, the last of the changes forcing my hips to jerk and the oversized cockhead to smash against my face, several buckets of pre-cum splashing against me as I gasped and choke. The scent was intoxicating, burning entire trails through my nostrils and leaving me weak and wobbly in the knees. Every droplet I could lick up only intensified my cravings, my muscular cock all too eager to feed its growing master as I eased myself onto the marble flooring and molested my meat for all it was worth.
One minute elapsed.
It was as though something clicked inside me just then, tearing me from my growth induced stupor and returning to my larger new head the brain of an ordinary seventeen year old. I shivered and trembled for a moment or two, suddenly unsure about my unfamiliar new body and so overwhelmed by the power of my muscles I actually forgot my own name for a second there. And then it hit me, my brain wrestling control from my hulking muscles and restoring a proper mental state.
I began to smile, my fingers running over my striated facial muscles as I moved my body to stand, my towering cock softening at my command as I rose to face my reflection, noting how my face was cut off just before the eyes due to the sheer size of my monstrous new body. I had turned into the hulk alright, eight feet tall and more than seven hundred fucking pounds of bulging, hairy muscle. My flaccid cock was two feet long and thicker than fuck, so much pre-cum dripping from my massive dick-slit it had already created a small puddle around my enormous, furry feet.
I was a fucking monster alright.
Perfect.