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I knew I had a quirky look on my face, and that I could barely walk in a straight line. It was nearly noon, and despite the best of my efforts I couldn't get Chapel out of my head. Oh god the sex! I was never going to be satisfied with another man for the rest of my life! The horse had catered to my every wish, allowing me to grope every inch of his glorious body whilst he pumped his already gargantuan muscles to incomprehensible sizes, three fucking feet of throbbing cock flesh spraying cum all over my face as I worshipped it to my heart's desire.

There were other highs and lows too, especially when I grew too exhausted to continue my fun, where Chapel would pick me up and press me against his awesome pectoral muscles with one arm while curling insane amounts of weight with his other. Hell he even plunged his cock through two dozen weight plates at one time, more than two hundred fucking pounds of metal crushing against his cock like a metallic condom, all for the sake of pumping up his already frighteningly powerful crotch muscles. I had watched the horse flexing that big fucking dick, the metal around his tool bouncing up and down until he grew too aroused to continue. I had never watched someone destroying a metal cock prison just by cumming before, but damned what I would give to watch that again.

And those nipples, dear lord in heaven I could still feel them in my mouth, spewing their juices down my throat as I suckled and kissed and caressed them with my lips and tongue.

Giggling as though I had been loosed in a candy shop, I stumbled from my bathroom and plopped myself onto the sofa. Chapel had violated me so wonderfully I had lost all track of time until a social worker knocked at the door at six in the morning, the poor guy had passed out the moment he laid eyes on the new Chapel in all his naked glory, and after that the monstrous horse had decided to walk me home. I actually didn't get to do any walking since he wouldn't let go of me until I reached my apartment, but oh god I was dying to see him again, anything to have him press that herculean body of his against me until I passed out!

Purring dreamily, I squeezed my bare chest against a cushion and pressed my face into the sofa. Cleaning up the mess I had made two nights ago had been a chore, mostly because I had hulked myself up to make the job a little easier and thus constantly distracted myself, though while my room was now squeaky clean I also had several more bottles of cum hiding under my bed. I had only deflated myself so I could take a shower without spending an hour jerking myself off under the warm waters, and now that I was free of cum and practically glistening I found myself staring at my phone yet again.

Oh sure I might be warm now, but in a few seconds I was going to regret walking around in nothing but a pair of short shorts. I picked my phone off the table, intent of reassuming my hulk-mode so I could laze around naked on the couch all day until I realized something.

"Damn it!" I snapped, bouncing off the sofa and dashing into my now cum-free room, "Afternoon classes!"

As I threw on my uniform and kicked a few books and things into my bag, I remembered that it had now been an entire day since I began improving the studs and jocks in school, at least those who had been nice to me or deserving of my magic touch. Suddenly I was excited again, jittering as I struggled to put on my shoes before dashing out of the apartment with my bag in hand. I simply had to see how the school was like today! And then maybe I could make even more changes too!

***

I arrived to a school that was a hundred times livelier than what I was used to. Had it not been for the uniforms we were all wearing, I would have probably though I got off at the wrong bus stop or something. Everywhere I looked there were handsome studs flexing their muscles or lifting their shirts so their peers could properly admire their hardening abdominals. Some of the smaller, fitter jocks were even walking around in tighter uniforms, carrying around large bottles of protein and smacking each other on the shoulders so hard people were actually dropping their things everywhere.

Having chucked my stuff into my locker, I made my way toward the indoor pools and saw to my delight that the place was just as crowded. I even spotted the swim team, every single one of them sporting firmer muscles than they did the day before. Their growing bulges weren't that much bigger yet, but it was clear by the number of times they touched themselves that they knew something was up. Ah... puberty... the best time of a teenagers life.

Brimming with satisfaction, I practically waltzed from the pool area and made my way towards the library, intent on getting some shut eye before my classes when I spotted Baxter and his cronies. The trio had their backs to each other, surrounded on all sides by some of the biggest jocks in school. One of them even had a fistful of Tommy's shirt in his massive paw, his threatening body language no doubt designed to instil fear into the lynx's psych. It seemed to be working too, for the entire trio looked to be on the verge of tears.

I leaned against the nearby lockers and waited for the jocks to be done with their threats, Baxter leading the retreat when the bigger guys finally moved. Smirking wickedly, I stepped into the middle of the corridor, following their movements until the trio grinded to a halt before me. Tommy actually screamed, although Hendry managed to grab his muzzle before they drew too much attention. I could see the fear in their eyes, Baxter in particular shrinking into himself as I strode up to them.

"Oh!" I said, feigning surprise, "Hello Baxter!"

"D-D-Don't h-hurt us!" Hendry whimpered, hiding behind the tiny Tommy and cover his face with his hands, "W-We d-d-didn't tell anyone, p-p-promise!"

"I know you didn't," I said confidently, staring Baxter down until he fell over his own feet, "I just wanted to know about your latest heist, so how did that go?"

Baxter had just opened his mouth to reply when a great shadow loomed over us, the colour running from the lizard's face so quickly it actually worried me for a second. Then a huge hand landed on my shoulder, rotating me around until I came face to face with the great big (and awfully muscular) chest of Johnny Roberts, one of the biggest wrestlers in school and definitely not a wolf you wanted to offend,ever.

"Sorry Bradley," Johnny said politely, his voice so deep it actually sounded more like a growl, "But Baxter and crew have an appointment with me."

Now that caught me off guard, the idea that somebody popular would come to the defence of Baxter and his cronies was so unfathomable that I actually let out a loud 'what' before I could stop myself. It didn't help that I could just make out Johnny's muscles growing and swelling all around him thanks to my handiwork yesterday. I must have turned pink too, because the wolf immediately raised his palms so he could wave away my fears and doubts, his biceps blowing up to such immense proportions I actually thought I might have overdone things.

"I'm not protecting them," he rumbled, pulling something out of his pocket and putting it before me, "It's just that I have a class now and I have to get this over with."

I stared at the thing in his palms, quickly realising it was a leather wallet, and when Johnny popped it open I was met with one of the most ghastly sights you could ever see in a wallet.

Emptiness.

"Yeah, I left it untouched for ten seconds in the gym and suddenly I'm seventy bucks poorer."

"Why are you even bringing seventy bucks to... oh I see where this is going," I said knowingly, biting my lip to avoid grinning too smugly, "I'll get on my way then."

"Hey thanks bro," Johnny called, patting me on the back as I skipped away, "And now you three..."

I turned around when I reached the bend in the hallway, just as a bellowing roar rattled the lockers around me. Johnny, who had been wearing his uniform as any other student here would, was now shirtless and draped in rags, his bare chest heaving with power as he swung Tommy around by the ankles and wrestled both Hendry and Baxter down with one arm. I couldn't help but swoon at the size of Johnny's bulging muscles, too much growth too quickly or not, it had only been a day and already there were_extremely_ obvious improvements. His waist was still a little thicker than I liked, but I'll be damned if I couldn't appreciate the incredible development of his broad shoulders and those powerful, muscly arms.

The rest of the day was just as wonderful as I inspected my handiwork. All these jocks were suddenly taking any excuse to show off their muscles, and more than once I found myself sitting up straight as people began taking off their shirts right in the middle of class. It was amazing, I was so horny I actually felt like hulking myself up and joining the fun. Squashing the urge to grow was straining me so much I actually breathed a sigh of relief when the final bell rang, picking up my stuff and rushing from the classrooms before anyone could grab me in their big, brawny arms.

Popping outside, I filled my lungs with the chilly winter air so I could clear my head. At least I wouldn't have shirtless guys flexing their muscles out here, that way I wouldn't have to worry about creaming my pants at the worst possible moments.

...or would I?

It sounded like the roar of powerful, turbocharged motorcycle engines, somewhat distant but undeniably loud anyway. Students were poking their heads out of their classrooms now, those that were close to where I was anyway, a small crowd forming near the front steps and screaming suddenly when the roar of engines blasted through the campus grounds.

A Harley motorbike, far bigger than anything that should have been legal on the roads came soaring over the high fences, plated wheels slamming against the soft grass and leaving a (literally) fiery streak as the bike roared toward me. I simply stood, dumbfounded and refusing to believe who I saw as the rider. There was only one man on the planet huge enough to handle something as beastly as that, and when the blazing (and very expensive looking) Harley spun to its side so it could grind to a halt before me, I was ready to faint.

Chapel looked absolutely_amazing_, his pumped as fuck muscles glistening in the sunlight as though they had been oiled up just so he could highlight the insane definition of his gargantuan muscles. In actuality it was just because I made his fur a little glossier, but damned! The hulking stallion was dressed rather simply for someone in the middle of winter - black denim jeans and a pair of enormous, steel toed boots. He had what appeared to be chains for a belt and a pair of dark glasses resting against his forehead. Chapel's shirt, if you could call it that, had had its sleeves ripped out and the zip torn clean off the middle. It resembled a leather vest of sorts, one that barely covered anything and left his monstrous, hairy chest and glorious abdominal muscles completely, utterly exposed.

"You're drooling," Chapel rumbled, grinning naughtily when my hands flew up to check, "And your face is redder than I've ever seen it."

"What are you doing here?!" I wailed over the engines, turning around just in time to see an army of students taking pictures with their camera phones. Hell even the teachers were out in full force, every single one of them armed with vintage-looking cameras, snapping away without a care in the world.

"To give you a lift of course, why else would I be here?"

Chapel offered me a huge, muscular hand, the look in his steel-grey eyes almost daring me to deny him. Not wanting to face the rest of the school after what just happened, I decided to accept Chapel's offer, grabbing hold of that hand and letting myself be hauled onto the bike. I had never ridden pillion before, and under normal circumstances I wouldn't even have let myself get near a motorcycle. Only the moment I sat down I found myself sliding up to meet Chapel's broad back, my face smacking into a wall of solid muscle and leaving stars in my vision. The horse let out a snicker as he replaced his sunglasses, no doubt having planned for the curved seat to force me so close to him. I was boned up and harder than steel, the tent in my pants poking against Chapel's ass when the bike suddenly lurched.

Aside from the fact the god damned bike had executed a near perfect wheelie and then decimated all the grass between us and the main road, I guess the ride wasn't all that bad. Not two seconds in I found myself screaming at the top of my lungs, my arms wrapped around Chapel's muscular waist as I held on for dear life. Good god the horse was ripped, no matter where I put my hands all I found were bulging, shredded abdominal muscles flexing against my trembling fingers. There was even an enormous void of space where the band of his jeans should have been hugging his waist, and when my fingers found the coarse hairs bristling from his crotch, I knew exactly why.

Dipping my fingers earthwards, I quickly found the source of the space. Chapel's hulking prick was harder than fuck and hotter than sin, the throbbing organ pushing the fabric of his pants away as my fingers struggled to encircle the base. Damned, I had forgotten how huge I made that thing, no matter how I tried I couldn't grip his cock with both of my hands, it was just too thick. Not wanting to do anything dangerous, I forced my fingers back into the horse's hairy abs, caressing them every now and again as Chapel raced through town at Mach speeds. It didn't help that the horse was speeding past red lights and weaving through oncoming traffic as though he ruled the roads, and while my heart was threatening to shatter my ribcage I knew deep down an accident was not mathematically possible unless Chapel intentionally crashed into something.

I had improved just about every aspect of him after all, reaction time and muscular control included.

Thankfully, Chapel grinded to a halt outside my apartment a few seconds before my hair began turning white. Shaking as though I had just watched a horror movie, I practically fell off the bike, Chapel's huge paw catching me before I hit the ground and pressing my face against his strong, hot lips.

"Damn it Chapel!" I squealed, struggling half-heartedly as the hairy horse god grinded my erection between his heaving chest muscles, "Not out here!"

"Oh you love it here," he growled, his long tongue finding its way past my lips and setting my mouth ablaze, "Don't resist me, I'm only giving you what you want."

"I want some privacy!"

"And you shall have it."

As it turned out, Chapel's idea of privacy was to place me against the handlebars of his bike before kissing me all over, that way no one would see my face he said. It wouldn't be for another fifteen minutes before I finally got through the door of my apartment, Chapel squeezing his way in sideways thanks to the insane brawn bulging from his monstrous body.

"Ooh, nice pad."

"I thought you'd like it," I purred, "Now drop me off over there."

Chapel did as I suggested, plopping me onto the sofa before falling against it himself. There was a loud poof as I was launched into the air, my arms flailing wildly before Chapel snatched me mid-flight and crushed his lips onto mine once more. There was no fighting him this time, and I was more than happy to kiss him for close to half an hour, our tongues twisting around each other as I harvested the drool from Chapel's burning lips. It was heavenly, no doubt about that.

"Now that was something," Chapel growled, running his lips down my neck as he broke the kiss, "You have a drink for me anywhere? I'm parched."

I opened my mouth, ready to tell him to help himself to anything he wanted in my kitchen when I remembered the bottles of cum I kept under my bed. So I grinned evilly, giggling as he raised me an eyebrow before giving me that sexy, puzzling look.

"There's something you'd like in my room, under my bed too, help yourself!"

"In your room... oh... it's not what I think is it... is it?"

"Go see for yourself!"

Chapel gave me a knowing smirk before getting up, his boots clomping over my wooden floorboards as he made his way to the bedroom. I simply remained on the sofa, chuckling uncontrollably until the enormous muscleman loomed into view.

"I was expecting used condoms Bradley," Chapel cooed, the richness of his voice thrilling me endlessly as he sat down, "Not bottles!"

"I couldn't help myself!" I answered, bouncing up and clinging onto the pumped up arm that reached out to receive me. Chapel simply flipped me around so the back of my head landed on his throbbing erection, still bulging through his denim and unleashing his bristling pubic hair upon the world as we knew it. Okay that might have been exaggerating, but I could feel that sweaty bush of blackness tickling the sides of my face as I breathed in his wondrous scent, and it was_gooooood_!

"Well I think I'm going to help myself," Chapel said, the seduction in his voice causing a massive spurt of cum to burst from my cock, "As per your suggestion."

I watched as Chapel picked up one of the bottles he had brought back, popping open the cap and taking a good long whiff, a powerful shudder running through his body as he turned down to regard me.

"Damn!"

"I know!" I squealed, excited beyond reason when Chapel brought the bottle to his lips.

It amazed me to think how anybody could sexualise the act of imbibing a cold beverage, but as I watched Chapel flexing like some mega-muscled porn star all the blood was drained from my brain. Everything from his biceps and triceps to his rippling neck muscles seemed to scream erotica, every swallow causing a few droplets of cum to slide down his chiselled features. I watched as droplets of my own spunk fell onto his chest, dribbling down to his swollen teats and causing them to throb on their own accord.

Within moments, I saw the first glistening strands of pure testosterone ooze from his nipples. The veins covering them had begun to pulse, rich white juices spilling from them as Chapel chugged the last of my juices, licking his lips and flexing his awesome chest for my viewing pleasure. It took two tries before he managed to catch my attention then, and it was only because he flexed his cock so hard I actually heard the zip bursting beneath me.

"Well wasn't somebody enjoying himself," Chapel purred, grinning at my drooling features as he propped me against his solid pectorals.

"Drink another bottle!" I yelled, barely in control of myself and dying to pinch those thick nipples of his, "Please!"

"Oh I couldn't possibly intrude any more than I have...unless... I should be paying you back as well!"

Initially I thought Chapel was going to try to give me money again, but when he picked up another bottle I grew so excited he actually had to hold me still. So there I was, bouncing up and down as Chapel chugged it so he had two empty ones to place against his swollen nipples, my hands were flogging his cock as though I wanted my entire apartment painted white, only Chapel had so much control over himself I didn't think that was going to happen.

"That's two bottles to fill," he said confidently, pressing the caps against his teats and watching me intently, "Now I'm going to need you to rub me a little harder, you know... for stimulation."

More than happy to oblige, I pumped his half-exposed cock so rapidly he was moaning uncontrollably within moments, his eyes widening as I filled his body with so much arousal he had begun shivering. And then he growled, a deep reverberating sound, a loud grunt quickly following that as his massive pectorals suddenly flexed, cum exploding from his nipples as he roared and howled in orgasmic bliss.

I had my face on his chest now, kissing and licking and sucking as his swollen teats fired jet after jet of protein-rich cum into my bottles. An entire minute passing before both were filled to the brim, a gasping, panting, trembling Chapel handing the bottles to me so I could cap them and smear the excess cum across the vast expanse of his hairy chest muscles.

"Ooh..." he breathed, placing his massive paws over my own as I spread his nipple cum all over, "You wouldn't believe how I felt the first time this happened, I can't believe I went the whole night with you without actually realizing what my nipples were doing."

"I've yet to try this myself," I admitted, pasting my face against his warm chest as Chapel ran his hands over me, "What have you been doing anyway?"

"If you mean how I spent my morning, well let's just say I was collecting some debts."

"Do tell!"

"You know how it is, once you get stuck in that accursed chair people suddenly think they don't have to return borrowed money. You should have seen this one guy's face when I tore the ceiling off his bunker, half of his henchmen passed out on the spot and the other half pissed themselves."

"You're going to have to do something like that again one day, I'd love it."

"I also wrecked one of the lesser gangster groups this morning, one of their street rats spat on me and jumped a fence before I could grab him."

"How did the entire gang get involved?"

"That little pussy led me to their headquarters of course, I was running slowly on purpose, and then everyone came out and got their asses kicked. Roared and flexed at their chief for a few minutes too, bloke should be babbling like a madman for the rest of his life if I did it right."

Chapel gave me so many stories in such vivid detail I was actually too distracted for some time to notice something important. Unlike the studs in school, Chapel had been enhanced instantly, something I had been holding back on to avoid drawing unnecessary attention. Perhaps it had been the alcohol that night, or maybe Chapel's already impressive upper body, but still I knew I had to be sure.

"Wait a moment Chapel," I said carefully, "Have your old... uh... colleagues noticed you yet? I sort of expected you to spend your day jacking off... not trashing people who once picked on you while you were in that chair."

And then Chapel's expression turned sober in the split of a second, the nearly instantaneous change chilling me to the bone as he sat up and pulled me close. I heard myself cursing under my breath, oh god please no!

"Actually... Bradley," Chapel began, his voice soft and comforting, "I... may have picked you up from school for a... different reason."

"How bad is it? Are they trying to recruit you in again? Don't do it Chapel, please!"

"Before I do anything," Chapel continued, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone, "Please believe me when I say that I will never ever to do anything to hurt you, so please take a look at this, I believe you should hear it."

Chapel played a recording, a few moments of static preceding a rough, male voice.

"You better have a good excuse this time," said the voice, the tone was threatening, however soft.

"We... we do," said another voice, one that sounded all too familiar to my furry ears and one that caused my fingers to shake.

Baxter.

"Well let's hear it," said the first voice.

"He grew man!" cried Baxter, "I swear he did, not when he messed up the job but when we tried to make him pay for it!"

The first voice paused for a moment, as if pondering.

"Go on."

"He grew muscles, big muscles!" Baxter continued, his voice shuddering and cracking occasionally, "Like a bodybuilder, only bigger than anyone in school and he had the biggest fucking cock I... sorry... I mean he had the biggest cock I'd ever seen, ever!"

"So you're saying he just randomly turned into the Hulk?"

"Yes!"

"And you expect me to believe that?"

"...yes! Please I'm not lying, I swear I'm not! You can ask Hendry, or... Tommy get your ass back here! You can ask Tommy, we all saw it!"

"Ugh... okay random question... do you know the model of his phone?"

If my face could get any whiter, it did, my entire body feeling colder than ever when Chapel closed the recording. I turned to look at him, a chill consuming my heart as I watched the sadness and remorse creeping across the stallion's furry face.

And then I heard it, all the doors in my apartment flying open as footfalls thundered across the soft wood of my floor. Mobsters, armed with everything from shotguns to assault rifles swarmed out of the kitchens, my bedroom, even the shoe cabinet I never used at the end of the hall, their weapons trained on me as they covered every feasible exit. I turned to look at Chapel again, emotions roiling within my being as I regarded the man I once considered a friend.

"Bradley... I'm... I..." he whispered, turning away as the mobsters grabbed me by the shoulders and snatched my phone from my pocket, "I'm sorry."