Never Enough Weight, Part 3 (Conclusion)

Jack reclined onto the bench and took a big breath. He reached up and put his hands on the bar, picked it up, and began lowering it toward his chest. The first rep burned, the second rep was torture, and he thought the third rep was going to be too much for him to handle, but he got the bar back into place. Jack had just completed 3 bench presses at 585 pounds, a new personal best.

“Fuck, yeah” exclaimed the big man as he bounded up from the bench. His chest was on fire, so Jack stripped of his sweaty t-shirt, dropped it on the ground, and went to examine the pump in a nearby mirror. Dustin, who had been ready to spot Jack if needed, jumped into action and picked up his friend’s shirt, and then grabbed a spray bottle and towel to wipe down the bench.

Jack stared at his own chest lovingly – it had grown so much the last month through a series of increasingly brutal workouts. He bounced his pecs a few times, and then reached up to massage their glorious heft and size with his meaty hands. With all the blood pumping through them, they were so inflated he couldn’t even see his lower half. As he fondled himself, Jack could see the front desk clerk walking over to scold him about taking off his shirt on the gym floor, but he shot the clerk a look that clearly said “Do not mess with me,” and so the frightened clerk spun around and went back to his station.

"Damn, Jack!” said Dustin as he finished cleaning up Jack’s sweat. “You're turning into a real freak these days! You must be the biggest guy in the gym."

Jack smiled broadly. He was the biggest in the gym by far, but he wanted more…so much more. He didn’t want to ever stop growing. “It’ll never be enough,” he thought.

“Shall we measure so the other guys know what they are up against?” asked Dustin.

Jack nodded as he continued to drink in his massive physique. “Yeah, since I hit 325 pounds the other day, it’d be good to know where I stand.”

Dustin grabbed the tape, reached up, and placed it around Jack’s deep pec shelf. “75 inches. Fuck, that’s insane.”

The big man knew a big number would be coming, but even he was surprised. He then flexed his left arm so Dustin could measure it: “27 inches.” Jack couldn’t smile any wider, but he did feel his cock begin to press against the front of his shorts from the excitement of getting bigger.

The huge numbers kept coming – 24” neck, 40” waist, 37” thighs, 25” calves. Every time Jack flexed, deep striations appeared across his paper-thin skin. And his cock kept growing as he got more and more turned on by his immenseness.

Eventually, Jack couldn’t take any more of the building pressure decided to leave the gym and pay a visit his boyfriend, Marshall.

Dustin was disappointed, as he was hoping to attract Jack’s attention one day – he had even lost 20 pounds on a crash diet to look more attractive. But skinny wasn’t what Jack desired – he wanted a lover who was as fat as he was muscular.

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15 minutes later and the still-shirtless stud arrived at Marshall’s home. He let himself in with his key and found a naked Marshall drinking a milkshake at the kitchen table. There were two empty pizza boxes nearby that had once held his lunch, but the only thing left was the faint smell of pepperoni in the air and several marinara stains around Marshall’s mouth.

Marshall smiled when he saw who was there, and although he had a very attractive set of lips, it was definitely not the first thing one would notice about him. After bingeing on whatever food he could get his hands on the previous few months, Marshall had grown from 180 solid pounds to 300 flabby ones. Any trace of the fit gigolo he had once been was buried under an avalanche of fat that rippled whenever he moved even the tiniest amount.

The two men could not keep their hands off one another as soon as Jack walked up to Marshall. Jack enjoyed the soft pliable flab on his boyfriend's gut, and Marshall reveled running his fingers run down the center of Jack’s abs and into his shorts.

Jack was more than ready, so he scooped his fat lover up into his strong arms and carried him to the bedroom. He laid Marshall carefully on the bed, climbed on top of him, and then began playing with his saggy man boobs. The two began kissing as both of their penises hardened and thickened.

Marshall reached down and began fingering Jack’s erection. "Is it bigger, too?

“Everything is, baby. My cock just cannot help but grow when it’s around someone as sexy as you. Are you ready to get fucked?" asked Jack.

"Oh please, yes!”

Jack rolled over to the other side of the bed and beckoned Marshall to sit on his cock. Marshall hoisted up his 300-pound body and straddled Jack, and then gingerly lowered himself onto Jack’s monstrous cock. As it penetrated his ass cheeks, Marshall felt hot all over and moaned with pleasure.

“Oh my God!” he screamed. “This feels more amazing than usual!”

Jack flexed his mighty legs as he pumped his meat into Marshall, all the while letting his lover control just how much of his length he took. When about 8 inches of throbbing steel had been inserted, Jack felt Marshall’s sphincter constrict around him.

"You’re so much bigger, Jack! And so much stronger! I want more and more and more!” exclaimed Marshall as he reached forward over his large belly and dug into Jack's massive pecs to stabilize himself.

"I want more, too!" Jack responded as he thrust his steel rod in and out and in and out. “Too much will never be enough for us!”

Marshall and Jack’s intense euphoria and deep connection caused them to begin a joint fantasy about one another. In their dream Marshall was shoveling all the food he could get his hands on into his mouth at all hours of the day, and his formerly svelte body grew bigger and softer. His once-hard round stomach now sagged down to his knees, his pecs flopped around, and his giant ass quaked whenever he walked. He gave up wearing clothes because he outgrew shirt after shirt and pants after pants, and if he had checked his weight, the big man would have seen the number 650 on the scale beneath his very flabby form.

Jack was also in the dream, but he was growing more and more muscular. In order to accommodate all his new power, Jack began growing taller – from his normal height just under 6’ up to 8 feet tall. As his body lengthened, it also widened – his chest expanded to over 100 inches, his arms up to 35 inches at their peak, and his thighs blew up to around 50 inches. Jack soon resembled a 900-pound blond version of the Incredible Hulk and demonstrated his unbelievable power by lifting up cars and pulling fully grow oak trees out of the ground. And any time he was challenged, his body just got stronger and stronger.

Both sets of balls responded to the friction and the erotic dream by filling up to the max with semen, and eventually they erupted at the exact same time like a pair of twin Mt. St. Helens. Gallons of cum were released between the two men, and soon after they both fell asleep into one another’s arms, still dreaming about ever-growing bodies.