Kitten Arms, Part 2

Marco woke up a few minutes after Kit did, and the two kissed each other good morning. Marco then started telling his boyfriend about the crazy dream he had, where Kit had transformed into a muscular sex-crazed beast.

Kit laughed and was relieved that Marco thought it was all a dream, because he didn't want to scare him off with the truth – that he now craved strength and power and wanted to dominate him. "Well, I don't want to become a muscle beast, Marco, but I do think it would be good for me to start working out. If I'm going to keep up with all your power and strength in the bedroom," he said as he massaged Marco’s extra-large pecs.

"Yeah, especially when you’ve got little Kitten Arms like you, babe,” said Marco. He tensed up his pecs and laughed when Kit could no longer make a dent in them, and then squeezed Kit’s tiny, undeveloped left bicep for emphasis.

"I'm so glad you agree," Kit said, brushing off the insult. "Because I plan to join the gym where you work out."

Marco didn't mind that Kit wanted to beef up a little, but he didn’t want him wanted to intrude in his routine. The gym was not only where he pumped iron, but also where he hung out with his macho, fratboy friends and swapped stories about their lovers, jobs, cars, and whatever else they wanted to brag about. He definitely did not want Kit coming down there and cramping his style.

"Listen, Kit," said Marco. "Don't you think you'd like it more at a place like Pure Barre or Soul Cycle instead of my smelly old gym?"

Kit's mouth fell open. "What? You want me to go to some girl gym? Geez, why didn’t you tell me to just go to Curves?"

"No, no, I just thought you might like it better there. It's more...for people your size," Marco replied.

"Well, Mr. Muscles, I don't want anything like that. I want to build up my strength, and I intend to do it at the biggest and best gym in town. So meet me there at 5:00pm tonight and be ready to show me the ropes."

After Kit’s ultimatum, he got dressed and left the bedroom…and began formulating a plan to change the dynamic of his relationship with Marco.

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Later that afternoon, Marco showed up at the gym and started chatting with his friends and fellow lifters. Many of the guys – all of whom were muscular like Marco, but none were quite as big – were swapping stories about their sexual conquests from over the weekend, and just as they were getting to good stuff, Kit appeared and slipped his left hand around Marco’s study waist.

"Hey Marco, I'm ready to work out. And look, I brought you a fresh protein shake I made at home.”

Marco bent down and gave his boyfriend a kiss, and then took the shake from him. “Thanks, babe. Hey, everyone…this is Kitten Ar…um, this is my boyfriend, Kit.”

The other men said their hellos, but Kit could feel a chill from the group of lifters. He chalked it up to either the fact that Marco had not said anything nice about him, or that Marco was cheating with some of the other guys and they resented him.

“I’m going to go change, Marco,” Kit said, turning back to his boyfriend with a smile. “Why don’t you drink that down and meet me in the locker room when you’re done?”

“Meet you in the locker room?” asked Marco. “Why not out here by the weights?”

Kit leaned up and whispered in Marco’s ear. “Because I want to give you a blow job first…as a thank you for showing me how to lift.”

Marco smiled big, and Kit made it grow even bigger when he gave a quick lick inside Marco’s ear.

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Five minutes later, Marco strutted into the locker room to find Kit wearing a small red tank top and blue athletic shorts over his tiny body. Kit always wore a sleeved shirt in public to hide his Kitten Arms, but today he was doing his best to show them off.

Kit took his boyfriend by the hand, led him into the nearby sauna, and shut the door. “You ready, babe?”

Marco nodded vigorously and dropped his sweatpants to reveal his well-stuffed jock and a pair of thighs that had done plenty of heavy squatting over the last few years. Even though he hadn’t yet worked out today, Marco’s leg muscles bulged like they were already pumped up.

“Did you finish all of your shake?” asked Kit. He wanted to re-create the conditions from the night before, and not knowing which part had led to his temporary muscle transformation, he had made it the same way with the strange herbs from the garden. He thought about having sex like they did last night, too, but figured a blowjob would be quicker and easier to do in the gym…and he hoped it would work just as well.

“You bet, babe,” replied Marco. “All that protein is coursing through me…ready to get injected into that sweet little mouth of yours.”

Kit laughed, hoping that Marco was speaking more literally than he realized. He pulled down Marco’s jockstrap to reveal his heavy member and immediately started caressing it. “Oh, I cannot wait to receive all that you can give.”

The smaller man soon took the monster cock into his mouth and began sucking on it like he had just been given the thickest milkshake of all time. Marco was surprised by the intensity, but definitely liked the attention, and his member grew thicker and longer in his boyfriend’s mouth. “Wow, Kit, you must really want it bad today.”

Kit’s tongue was too engaged with the flesh stick in his mouth, or else he would have replied, “And every day going forward.” Instead, he bit down just a little to convey his enthusiasm. His tongue started working overdrive, licking every inch of Marco’s love pole, and his tiny fingers were massaging Marco’s balls at the same time.

Soon Marco’s eyes were rolling back in his head as the pleasure he was experiencing took over his whole being. He felt tingling up and down his spine, and a wave of ecstasy across his body…he fantasized about growing bigger, with more muscle…250 pounds, 275, 300…flexing his massive 26-inch biceps…getting whatever he wanted from all of his adoring fans. “Yeah, more muscle, more power, more everything,” he said to himself. He daydreamed about hooking up with even richer sugar daddies who did whatever they could to encourage his growth.

And then, his cock erupted and all he could feel was bliss. A huge torrent of cum spurted into Kit’s mouth, and he made sure to slurp up every last drop. If it was the cause of the changes he felt last night, he didn’t want to miss out on an ounce of it.

Marco eventually opened his eyes back up, but realized he was suddenly very tired…and Kit was nowhere to be seen. He decided to sit in the sauna for a while longer until he felt more awake.

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Kit, meanwhile, had marched out to the workout floor to discover if he had been successful in his experiment. He didn’t have to wait long to find out, as the same sense of exhilaration soon overcame him. Kit felt more alive, healthier, and stronger. There was a definite bump when he maneuvered his arms into a double bicep pose – they had previously been around 10 inches around, but they looked more like 12 inches now. Kit growled a little and headed straight for the weights.

It didn’t take long for him to attract an audience of onlookers, as the little man (who had only weighed 110 pounds that morning) moved from machine to machine and bench to bench, adding more plates with each set.

"Damn, this feels great," Kit said to the other lifters watching him. "I didn't realize how amazing a pump really was. I just thought you guys liked to lift so you could show off – but now I get it. It can make you feel awesome!"

One of the other lifters, a study-looking powerlifter named Henry, asked if Kit needed a spot.

“Thanks, but I got this,” replied Kit, smiling up at the husky fellow. “But, I tell you what I do need. Could you load up the bar for me? The time I spend doing it just takes away from my workout.”

Henry nodded. “Happy to help. You gonna bench again?”

“Yeah, and I definitely need some more weight on this thing,” said Kit as he pounded his fist on the barbell. “It’s way too light.”

The bigger man added two 45-pound plates on the bar, but Kit was again able to lift it with ease. “Bro, it’s still too light. You gotta add more…this isn’t even a challenge for me.”

Henry grabbed four more plates and piled them onto the bar, and finally Kit seemed satisfied…at least for now. He hoisted the bar, which was loaded up with 405 pounds – almost four times Kit’s weight – and pumped out rep after rep.

Along with his growing arms, Kit’s chest swelled bigger than he thought possible as he benched. With every rep, it grew larger and larger as blood rushed to his pecs and caused them to expand under the influence of the special protein he had taken from Marco. He completed 5, 10, 15 reps, and by the time he reached 20, his arms and chest were on fire. Kit yelled “FUCK” as he pushed the bar up for a final time, and then dropped it onto the rack with a crash.

“Fuck me!” said Henry. His cock was now tenting in his tight shorts at the incredible display of strength he had just witnessed. “That’s almost as much as I can bench, and I weigh at least twice as much you do.”

Kit stood up from the bench and strode behind it. He looked over the man assisting him and guessed he was about 6 feet tall and around 280 or so. “What’s your name, stud?”

“Henry. Henry Foster.”

“And how much can you curl, Henry? Your max?” asked Kit.

“Um, like 200,” replied Henry.

Kit laughed. “That all?” He then reached over, pulled the 405-pound bar to his waist, and curled it to his pumped up pecs, which were now so big they were busting out of the sides of his tank top. Kit’s biceps also ballooned bigger and bigger as he lifted the bar up and down and up and down…his guns had to be at least 16 inches by this point, and certainly stronger than anyone else’s in the gym. “No more Kitten Arms for me,” he thought.

“Fuck me!”, repeated Henry, blown away by Kit’s power. His cock was now leaking pre-cum, and the stain was spreading on the front of his shorts.

Kit set down the barbell, walked over to where Henry was standing, and flexed his arms. Since he was still only 5’4”, his biceps looked much bigger than they would have on a taller man, and Henry’s eyes grew wide.

“What do you think, bro? You like these motherfuckers?” Kit asked, reveling in his power.

“Yeah. A lot,” replied Henry, licking his lips as he glanced from one arm to another.

Kit brought down his left hand and gripped Henry’s erection through his shorts. “Look, I’m just gonna get bigger and better. I’m a little guy now, but trust me…I won’t be this way for long. I got a few things to figure out, but I’m determined to be at least a foot taller, two feet wider, and several hundred pounds heavier. And fuckin’ stronger than 10 men. And if you help me get there, I promise you all the fun you can handle. You interested, bro?”

Henry couldn’t take it anymore…the muscle, the growth, and the cockiness made him lose control. For the second time in less than 10 minutes, Kit made a guy cum.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” said Kit. “And I’ll take that shirt you’re wearing, too. Mine’s gonna be too small in a few minutes.”