Kitten Arms, Part 3 (Conclusion)

After showing off for Henry, Kit headed back to the locker room and picked up a very groggy Marco from the sauna. Literally he picked Marco up, easily pressing the much bigger man over his head, and carried him to the car.

When they arrived back home, Kit again carried Marco inside and laid him down on their bed. Then he immediately went outside and harvested the entire remaining crop of special herbs from the garden. He still didn’t understand how they worked, but he knew they must be the key to his recent increase in strength and size.

Kit took the herbs to the kitchen, dried them out in his food preserver, and ground them up into flakes. He decided he was going to triple the dose he had been giving Marco in hopes of increasing its efficacy and longevity, and he was going to also make similar doses for Marco’s gym buddies. This would leave him with about 21 doses total, so he began to plan out where and when he’d use them.

First, with Marco, he decided to give him shakes twice a day for the next week – once in the morning when he just woke up, and once again before bedtime. Marco, of course, had no idea what was happening, so he happily took the shakes from Kit each time they were offered, and of course happily agreed to the blowjob right afterward..

“Might as well enjoy a little rest,” he thought, figuring me must have caught a bug. “I still have plenty of time to train before my next contest.”

Kit also started visiting the gym each day over the next week. When Henry was there, Kit would lift weights like a maniac to take advantage of his muscle gains. He quickly became a master of the bench press, deadlift, and squat, and Henry made sure that Kit could focus all his energy and efforts on building up his physique. Henry also let Kit know the gym gossip – namely, which members had bragged to anyone who would listen about fucking around with Marco, and how Marco promised to dump his weak little sugar daddy for them once he had made his mark in the bodybuilding world.

When Henry wasn’t around, Kit used Henry’s intel and his own growing body to lure Marco’s fuck buddies into his trap. He paraded around the weight room floor and flexed his sizable muscles, and his targets (who no longer recognized him as Marco’s boyfriend) couldn’t help but ask about his routine.

“Oh, it’s a special supplement I add to my protein shake. Helps me grow like a weed…I’ve been putting on some serious beef lately. Would you like to try some as well?” Kit would ask with a devilish smile. “They’re guaranteed to change your life.”

The men, who drooled as the thought of getting bigger than Marco someday, readily agreed to the offer. And so Kit give them a drink, allowed them to ingest the special herbs, and then led them back to the sauna where he’d follow up with a blowjob. None of them had any idea that when Kit said their life would change, it wouldn’t necessarily be for the better. He slurped down their enhanced cum and could feel his body getting better and better after each experience.

One week later, Kit had completely transformed. His face, which now featured a cleft chin and perfect teeth that he had taken from Josh, was much more handsome. His voice – taken from Carver – was deep and powerful. And his hair – now full of thick, brown curls that he had taken from Jackson – covered his head like a lion’s mane.

Kit had also grown taller – thanks to a blowjob he’d given Peter – shooting all the way up to 6’6”, and his skin was deeply tan thanks what he had taken from Freddy.

But really, more than anything, it was Kit’s body that one couldn’t help but notice. He had taken muscle – so much muscle – from everyone that he gave blowjobs to that he now weighed 380 pounds with virtually no body fat underneath his paper-thin skin. His shoulders grew as large and solid as bowling balls, and they were so wide that the Golden Gate Bridge would have turned green with envy. Kit’s 68-inch chest had pecs that popped out like heaving slabs of concrete with giant nipples hanging precipitously off the end, and beneath them were deeply ridged abdominals forming an achingly sexy six pack, as well as serratus muscles on his sides that resembled etched granite.

All this brawn was supported by Kit’s powerfully rugged 40-inch quads, which were thicker than most men’s waists, and his hard-as-diamond calves. His legs also had a network of veins crisscrossing underneath the skin, pumping the blood and nutrients needed to hold up his incredible mass. Kit’s cock had also grown massive, thanks to the cum every guy he had blown, and now measured 10 inches soft and 7 inches around. Fully hard, it would blossom to 14 inches of ultra-thick ultra-hard man-meat, with a giant mushroom tip that practically called out to be suckled. His lemon-sized balls were also impressively large and heavy, and they hung down seductively from his unruly garden of dark pubic hair.

And then there were Kit’s arms. Big motherfuckers that measured 28 inches around and couldn’t be contained in even the largest of shirt sleeves. Unbelievable biceps with mountainous peaks and enormous triceps bulging with power. Pythons so strong that Superman, Hercules, and Samson would have to team up to be him at arm-wrestling. Calling him Kitten Arms at this point was not even a consideration; in fact, his powerful build, tan skin, and wild hair made him resemble a lion more than anything else.

It was this person – this beast – that walked into the living room a day after he had given Marco his final blowjob. Kit was wearing nothing but a shockingly small pair of athletic shorts that showed off every inch of his meaty cock, and he let out a deep growl when he saw Marco emerge from his bedroom for the first time in over a week.

Marco looked up in shock. “Who the fuck are you?”

Kit laughed heartily. “You don’t even recognize your boyfriend? Or should I say ex-boyfriend?”

“You’re not Kit,” protested Marco. “And he’s not my ex. We’re still together. He’s been bringing me protein shakes all week while I was sick.”

“It’s me, Marco. And we are breaking up. I’m tired of you making fun of me all the time…I’m tired of you taking advantage of me…and I’m tired of you fucking around with other guys while saying you’re in love with me. I’ve got a new man who treats me with respect, so I’m just here to get some of my things and then I’m leaving you.”

Marco watched as the giant gathered up items that only Kit would have wanted – a photo of his family, a charger that only worked on his phone, and a personalized water bottle. 

“But…but…that’s impossible. You can’t be Kitten Arms," said Marco.

Kit took a swift step in Marco’s direction and growled again. “You’re fuckin’ right, little man. That’s not me…at least not anymore. Look at my arms. Look at how huge and powerful they are. They’re the biggest fuckin’ arms in the city…maybe even the state. Or the country. Strong enough to move mountains. I bet you would die to have arms like this, wouldn’t you, instead of the sad, pathetic ones hanging off your shoulders.”

Marco looked down at his own body and gasped. He was completely naked except for a small pair of underwear, which actually used to belong to Kit. Gone was the contest-winning physique he had sculpted from many years in the gym, and it had been replaced with a small, waiflike body with hardly any muscle tone at all. He was both slender and flabby at the same time, with tiny arms and legs but a bloated torso.

“What the FUCK? Where are all my MUSCLES?” screamed Marco. “What happened to me?”

“No idea,” replied Kit. He really wasn’t lying, as he couldn’t explain how the herbs had worked so well.

Suddenly, Marco’s eyes grew wider. “You stole them, didn’t you? You were jealous and took all my muscles.”

Kit laughed again. “Maybe I did, wimp. But I’ll tell you – I think they look a lot better on me than they ever did on you. You never made it past any of the regional contests, did you, Marco? But I bet I could walk onto the Olympia stage right now and win it all – I bet it wouldn't even be close. Some of the other men would probably break down and cry when they see my massive body, and others would get erections so big and hard and drippy that they’d run away and hide. And everyone in the audience would go apeshit.”

“No, no…you have to give them back. Please, Kit…I can’t live without my muscles. You HAVE to give them back to me.”

Kit took another step forward, and then reached down and ripped his shorts as easily as if they were made from the thinnest paper on the planet. His gigantic cock nearly hit Marco on the head as it flopped downward and smacked Kit’s supercharged right thigh.

“Tell you what, punk. I’ll give you all your muscle back,” lied Kit. “I’ll give you all the muscle on my body – all you gotta do is lift up my cock one time with nothing more than your arms. Just push it up to my abs. You do that, and I’ll do whatever you want. But if you can’t…well, tough shit. I’m outta here and you’ll never see me again. Unless you pay the 300 bucks a month I’m charging for Only Fans.”

Marco’s eyes grew wider at the sight of Kit’s tremendous dong. It was long and thicker than his own arm, but he felt confident he could press it up just one time. “You’re on, man,” he said, and reached for Kit’s groin.

Almost immediately, Marco regretted the deal. Kit’s cock was so thick that his little hands couldn’t fit all the way around it, so he had to grab it with both of them. And it wasn’t just sizable, but heavy as well.

“Fucking Christ!” thought Marco. “It weighs a fucking ton. It’s like trying to lift a hose made from solid steel.”

Sweat started pouring down Marco’s head as he pulled and pulled Kit’s Titanic schlong. He wasn’t making any progress, so he got underneath Kit’s legs and tried pushing from behind, but the thing still wouldn’t budge. Marco tried and tried, moving around in every position, but he ultimately collapsed on the floor completely out of breath. He couldn’t even move Kit’s cock a half an inch, let along lift it all the way up.

Kit laughed at him for a third time. “Now who’s got the kitten arms, Marco? It must be embarrassing for you to be so weak…so puny. You can’t even lift up a guy’s cock anymore, so I’m guessing you’re not gonna be lifting any weights either. Certainly not the barbells, but maybe the gym has some quarter-pound dumbbells you can curl once or twice and fool yourself into thinking you’re getting buff again. But I’ll know, and deep down you’ll know, there’s no way you’ll ever be a fuckin’ stud again. You’re never gonna get this muscle back. There’s no way your former gym buddies are ever gonna look at you lustfully again – all they’re gonna see is a fuckin’ wannabe…a fuckin’ loser…a fuckin’ wimp with kitten arms.”

The big man turned and headed for the door. “But me…I’m just gonna keep growing. I am gonna keep getting bigger and stronger. I’ll be 400 pounds soon…maybe even 500. Can you imagine…50 fuckin’ pounds of muscle? I bet I keep getting taller, too, to accommodate all my added beef. I’m 6’6” now, but I’m sure I’ll end somewhere near 7 feet. A true muscle god, with a real muscle god’s cock to match. I’ll be everything you ever tried to be, Marco, and you’ll just be Kitten Arms."

And with that, the behemoth ducked under the jamb and took his belongings out the door.