My Fantasy Night with the Incredible Bulk, Part 2 (Conclusion)

Just like part 1, this story is a complete fantasy, but oh, how I wish it was real!

We arrived at the address that Tony had given the cab driver, and it turned out to be his hotel. I can’t remember the name of it, but the place was pretty fancy, and he and I were the least dressed-up people in the lobby. That was OK, however, because we didn’t stay in the lobby for more than a few seconds as Tony hustled me up to the penthouse. It was definitely a far cry from the Vaseline Alleys where I normally saw some action.

We began kissing and groping and undressing the moment he shut the door. I hadn’t been with a whole lot of men at that time, and all the ones I had been with were much smaller than me, so it was very different to be enveloped by the Incredible Bulk. Everything about him was just enormous – his biceps, his pecs, his quads – and it made me both jealous and horny. I wanted to be him, and I wanted to be with him.

Tony guided me to the bed and told me to lay down. I sat on the side and reclined my head on the pillow, and then Tony lifted my legs onto the bed. I’d already kicked off my shoes and taken off my sweatshirt, so he finished undressing me by pulling off my pants, underwear, and socks. He took off the rest of his clothes, climbed next to me on the bed, and took my erect cock into his hand, which caused a jolt of electricity to run through my body. Seconds later he was giving me the most mind-blowing blowjob of my life. A mindblowjob, if you will. He had his giant paw tightly squeezing my cock and balls, his powerful tongue licking them up and down, and his other hand behind me fingering my ass with tremendous force. I came quickly, and a lot…like more than I had ever before, and Tony drank up every last drop.

He wasn’t finished, however. As soon as I stopped ejaculating, Tony rolled me over and laid down on top of me. Somehow, my dick started getting hard again only seconds later. Yes, I was only 21 and raging with testosterone, but the speed at which it recharged really surprised me. Was it because of Tony’s immense strength as he flipped me over like I was a rag doll? The weight and heat of his enormous body on top of mine? The musky smell of his sweat that surrounded my nostrils? Perhaps some combination of the three – but whatever was going on, I loved every second it.

Tony began nibbling on my ear and pumping his giant rod into my ass. He was clearly not a man who waited for anything and went after what he wanted. He was definitely giving it his all as he fucked me, and I began to think about having that kind of drive – was I holding back in my real life? Was I not doing my best so people wouldn’t notice me? Was I afraid that if they paid too much attention to me they would find out about my private life?

Those thoughts quickly subsided as Tony really began to pump up and down, and my mind returned to the sexually charged thoughts I was having before. I began to fantasize about being as big and strong as Tony, growing from my 210 pounds up to 310, with massive muscles and incredible power.  Images of famous bodybuilders began floating through my mind – Arnold, Lou, Lee – and I pictured myself towering over them, absolutely dwarfing their tiny muscles, and laughing about what weaklings they were compared to me. Soon enough both Tony and I were moaning, bucking, and cumming.

We had sex again about 10 minutes later, and then again in the shower as we tried to clean ourselves up. And again in the morning after we slept for a bit.

We had our first actual conversation once room service delivered a breakfast feast that would have probably served 5 normal-sized guys. As we ate, we talked about football mostly, but also about lifting and conditioning. Tony gave me some suggestions from his workouts that had helped him grow stronger, and he also gave me the address of a nearby vitamin store where I could get the best supplements on the market.

After one more round in the sack and another shower, I kissed Tony goodbye (as he fingered my ass for the final time) and departed the penthouse.

I got back to my apartment and my thoughts turned immediately to pumping iron. Spending the night with Tony made me want to get bigger and stronger, and I wanted to start immediately. I changed into my workout clothes and went straight to the campus gym where I lifted harder and longer than I had ever had before using the suggestions Tony had given to help me have more productive gym sessions. I pictured my muscles surging with size, and flexed them in the mirror after every set.  “Grow, man, grow!” I kept telling myself. “Be like Tony and don’t hold anything back.”

After my time in the gym, I drove to the vitamin store Tony recommended and asked about supplements. He had already called and told them that a Trevor would be stopping by, so the sales clerk gave me a very favorable “friend of Tony” discount. The stuff I bought almost filled up the entire trunk of my car. I took it home to unload it, and then went to the grocery store to get more food. I knew I had to eat big to get big, and the meals I had been consuming were absolutely tiny compared to Tony’s diet. I had only been ingesting about 3,000 calories per day, but I was determined to get that total up to at least 6,000.

I’ll tell ya, with those changes, it didn’t take long for me to start seeing results. Where before I thought that 210 pounds was the maximum I would ever weigh, that was a distant memory by the end of May when I hit 225. By the end of June I was up to 245, and then 260 in July and 275 in August. Everything about me just kept getting bigger and broader, and I soon resembled an off-season bulked up bodybuilder. 

I had to buy some new clothes obviously, but I was never in a hurry to do so because I loved to show off my body in the tightest shirts and jeans I could squeeze into. I loved as people stared at my physique wherever I went, or asked me to flex my 21-inch biceps, and I didn’t even care if I got an erection from the attention. I always got especially hard when my clothing would rip and a muscle would burst through – those incidents would keep me cumming for days on end. 

When I walked into my football coach’s office in early September, I thought he was going to start drooling at the sight of me (I popped my pecs a few times to show off a little more than necessary). He was unbelievably ecstatic that his top lineman was now a true powerhouse he-man, and he instantly got out his tape measure to see how much I had grown. In addition to weighing 280 pounds, up 70 from he had last seen me, and now topping out at 6’4” tall, I had added 4 inches to my arms, 6 to my chest, and 3 to my quads.

“Goddamn, son,” he remarked with a big smile. “It’s like you went through a second puberty over the summer that struck you like a thunderbolt.”

The other players were also impressed, and I quickly noted which ones allowed their gaze to linger a little too long in the showers after practice. Needless to say, the added size definitely helped me get a lot more action with some of my teammates. Everybody wanted to be with their own Incredible Bulk, and their desire fueled me to keep growing larger and larger, eventually getting up to 300 by the end of the year. I ended up having more sex, and much better sex, in the 3 months of that football season than I had had in my first three years of college. I was doing exactly what the Bulk had demonstrated to me – not holding back and getting everything I could.

My size and strength helped out on the field as well, and our team ended up winning our conference championship – a huge change from the previous three years when we never even managed to have a winning season. Scouts started taking notice of my prowess, and by the next spring, I got drafted by the Chargers. I didn’t go second overall like Tony had, but I ended up with a nice fat contract that paid me more than I ever could have imagined.

I played football professionally for 10 years, and then successfully made the move into sports broadcasting when I retired from the game.

So here I am now in 2021 – 52 years old and still over 300 pounds of muscle. I got married to another ex-football player 3 years ago and we are very happy together. We live in a nice house near Coronado Beach in San Diego and spend our time together doing old-man husband stuff like walking hand-in-hand along the beach, watching old movies on the couch, and falling asleep in each other’s arms. We also fuck a lot, eat a lot, and lift a lot, and he is constantly telling me to “Grow, Trevor, grow. Get bigger for your hubby.”

And there you go, that’s my story, and every bit of is true. Tony and I never met again unfortunately, and I’m not sure what happened to him after he retired from the sport, but I owe all my success to the life-changing night we spent together.