Bigger, Bigger, Part 2 (Conclusion)

Ben returned to his room to search for clothes that would fit. He decided on an extra-large sweatshirt that came down only the bottom of his pec shelf, and the pair of sweatpants he chose were so tight they looked like the biker shorts he had just destroyed. They didn't even reach to his knees.

“I guess I’m no longer 5’10”,” he thought. “Must be more like 6’4”.”

None of his old shoes were going to fit, so he decided to go barefoot. Even though it was late, the temps were still in the 70s and it hadn’t rained for a while, so the ground wouldn’t be wet or cold.

He then grabbed his phone and keys, exited the apartment complex, and headed to the parking lot. It was there he came across his final obstacle in getting back to the Walmart: his rundown, 2006 Hyundai Elantra. Ben laughed, looked down at his massive torso, and said, “Well, there’s no fuckin’ way this new body is fitting into that old piece of junk.”

Figuring that money issues were not going to worry him anymore, he ordered up an Uber…then changed it to an Uber Black…and finally settled on an Uber Black SUV. It was going to cost him $56 for the relatively short ride to the store, but Ben didn’t care. He was only interested in having the best from now on.

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Fifteen minutes later, Ben strode on his long study legs into the one and only Walmart in his town, which was thankfully open 24 hours, The Uber driver was handsome, and Ben would have liked to explore that situation, but he also didn’t want to miss out on the last bottle of MassBuilder…if it was still there. 

He walked past the security guard, who was going to admonish Ben for entering barefoot but decided against upsetting the hulking stud, and went directly to the aisle where he had seen it earlier. Ben was relieved to find the lone bottle still sitting on the shelf and still covered in dust. He grabbed it, scanned it through the self-checkout machine, and went back outside. His Uber driver had left, so Ben walked around to the side of the building for a little privacy.

The big man easily ripped the top of the bottle with his powerful hand and guzzled down the contents.

This time, he didn’t have to wait nearly as long for the results…it was if his body had already prepared itself for the change. Less than a minute later, Ben felt his heart racing, and his pulse became more and more rapid.

He could feel himself growing again. He could hear the fabric of his sweatshirt tearing along the shoulders as his deltoids and traps swelled to insane proportions. Veins were straining all over his body, pumping blood to every muscle group.

“Bigger, bigger,” said Ben, as he pictured just how massive he would become. “C’mon, let’s really grow.”

Ben’s arms and legs quickly became even more thicker and defined. As his lats expanded, they tore easily through the rest of the sweatshirt, which fell limply to the ground. His waist remained the same size, enabling the sweatpants to hold on, but the sides were torn to shreds by quads that resembled building columns. He instinctively started flexing, going through all the poses he had watched bodybuilders perform while learning about the sport – and if those pros could see him work his body, they would all have been incredibly jealous. Ben didn’t know it yet, but he was now 6’10” and 420 pounds of pure muscle.

A huge smile came across Ben’s face as he felt the power coursing through his body, and he was becoming aware of something he hadn't felt the first time. His cock had grown again – now extending a full foot from his groin even though it wasn’t even hard, and it was tingling….and very moist with pre-cum…and filled with a growing sexual hunger. It was raw, and intense, and insistent. He was going to need to fuck someone…and soon.

The big man slowly came back around to the front of the Walmart slowly. Walking wasn’t as easy as before with his now-Herculean thighs competing for one another for space, and the friction caused by the constant rubbing was only making him hornier. But fortunately, the universe had granted him a potential solution: Zeek Samuels.

“Fuckin’ A,” said Ben, as he recognized the man who had tortured him back in high school. Zeek was on the far side of the parking lot, where he had just exited Taco Tina’s and was standing by a brand-new F-150. He was bigger than he had been in high school, and obviously had kept up on his gym routine, but nowhere near as large and as powerful as Ben had become.

Ben walked across the lot and approached Zeek from behind. Up close, Ben could see that his former bully had clearly not skipped squatting in the past few years, as his pert ass and big quads did a very fine job filling out his jeans.

“Hey there,” said Ben. “Late night food run?”

Zeek, who had been texting and not paying attention to his surroundings, was startled by the voice. He turned around and gasped when he saw Ben standing behind him.

“Jesus!” exclaimed Zeek, almost dropping his phone in the process.

Ben studied Zeek’s handsome face. The tanned skin, bright eyes, and white teeth were all exactly the same as the last time Ben had seen Zeek on the day of their high school graduation, but he had added a bit of scruff and shortened his curly dark hair, both of which made him seem even more handsome. He had clearly matured physically in the past six years, and Ben wondered if his attitude had changed as well. He didn’t have to wonder very long.

“Who…are rather…what the fuck are you?” added Zeek, looking over the ragged clothes Ben was wearing and clearly not recognizing him since he transformed. “You get lost from the shelter, dipwad? Don’t even think about asking me for money, OK? I don’t give handouts to freaks like you.”

Ben sighed. Clearly, Zeek was the same asshole he’d always been. Zero compassion, zero kindness. His family was wealthier than everyone else in the entire county, and Zeek had been a spoiled brat his entire life (though never in front of his parents, of course). He had used his money and his muscles to get whatever he wanted, and he hurled insults as easily as he used to hurl the javelin when he was on the track team. Zeek used to lord his hot physique over all the other guys, and he was especially cruel to thin and frail guys like Ben had been.

But while looking Zeek over, Ben noticed something very subtle. A slight twitching of Zeek’s cock…just a momentary wiggle of the snake packed tightly into his jeans. To see if he might have imagined it, Ben flexed his monster pecs, and Zeek’s cock moved again.

“He wants me,” Ben thought. A smile came across his lips as he knew he would finally be able to get some payback.

Ben took two steps forward. “What’s your name, little man?”

Zeek stood his ground and tried to project confidence. “Zeek Samuels. Listen, Fuckface, I don’t know if you’re trying to scare me, but it won’t work. I’ve taken on bigger guys than you.”

“I doubt it,” replied Ben. “Besides, Geek, I don’t want to fight you. I’m here because you want me here.”

“It’s Zeek, Asshole, not Geek. Look at these guns, man. 20 inches of pure power. Do I seriously look like a geek to you?”

Ben took another step forward, and he was now right in front of Zeek. “I don’t know, they look pretty tiny next to mine,” he replied as he flexed his mountainous left bicep. “Your little baby arms are just so wimpy-looking in comparison. Mine’s gotta be…what do you think…28? 29? 30?”

“Listen…my dad is best friends with the Chief of Police,” Zeek said with a slight stammer as he took a step back. “You try anything, and I promise you’ll be arrested so fast.”

“I told you already, Geek, I’m here because I know you want me here. Or more accurately, you want me. You want me to pick you up, throw you on a bed, and fuck your brains out. You want to spend the night with the biggest, most powerful, fucking studliest man in the world, and he’s fucking right here in front of you. Go on…cop a feel, little man.”

By this point, Zeek couldn’t deny it. His cock was rapidly tenting in his jeans, and the lust in his eyes was frighteningly obvious. He looked back at Ben’s superhuman arm, put his hand on top of the muscle, and let out a small moan.

“Feels good, right? Feels like what a man should feel like. Big, powerful, hot. My cock is the same way, Geek. Once it plows into you, you’ll know ecstasy like you’ve never know before. I guarantee you’ll cum ten time harder than you ever had. And ten times longer, too.”

“Oh, God,” was all Zeek could say. Ben’s body, confidence, pheromones, and the hot breath that emanated from his mouth every time he spoke had totally changed Zeek from aggressive asshole to weak-kneed submissive in less than a minute.

“That’s right, Geek. I’m your God. Your fuckin’ Muscle God. Ready to smother you with all my manliness and make you squeal with delight. You want it, Geek? You ready for the most fucking good time you’ve ever had?”

“Yes, please,” replied Zeek. While keeping his one hand on Ben’s arm, he had placed his other on Ben’s thick abs and was aggressively rubbing them up and down, and with every down swipe got closer and closer to Ben’s crotch.

“Yeah, you do. You want my body, and my cock, and all the cum inside it. And you’re gonna get it all, but listen, Geek…it’s gonna cost you. I ain’t free. This body needs a lot of upkeep, so you’re gonna have to pay to have it.”

“Anything,” replied Zeek, as drool began to slide from his mouth. “Whatever you want!”

Ben smiled. It had been easier than he thought. “For starters, I’m gonna need your truck.”

“You want to borrow my truck?” asked Zeek as he continued to ogle Ben.

Ben shook his head, and then reached down and put his hand over Zeek’s and pulled it down to his groin so that Zeek could experience the long, thick, hard rod bulging inside Ben’s sweatpants. 

“Feel that, Geek? That’s a real man’s cock. And it’s only at half-mast right now. It’s just gonna get bigger and bigger and harder and harder once we get into bed. But we’re only gonna get into bed if you give me your truck. Not just for tonight, but forever.”

Zeek’s eyes started to roll back in his head. “It’s yours. Take it. I don’t need it if I can have you.”

“And 5 grand. Per hour that I’m with you,” added Ben.

“I don’t care what you cost. I’ll dip into my trust fund if I have to. Whatever you want, it’s yours. I must have you. You MUST fuck me!”

“I will fuck you, Geek. I’m gonna fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before or will be again,” said Ben. “You live far from here?”

“No, like three blocks,” replied Zeek.

Ben unflexed his arm, reached down into Zeek’s front pocket, and fished out the keys. “Get into the passenger seat of my new truck and give me directions to your house. I’ll give you my Venmo on the way.”

Zeek ran around to the other side of truck.

Ben smiled again. He thought about all the protein he could buy with the money he’d be getting. He could quite his stupid job and workout all the time. He could focus solely on growing. “Bigger, bigger,” he repeated.

Then he got behind the wheel of the truck and drove off into his new life.