Sunday, 17 September 2017


OK guys here it is...the final part of "Mikey The Human Muscle Morph"!

In this part we find out who the mystery man in the body of 320 lbs American meat monster Jackson James Jones is, and just what superpower he has which enables him to transform into one of the world's biggest bodybuilders! Plus, muscle loving couple Timmy and Chuck (last seen sitting in the audience as Mikey cranked a crab most muscular mere inches from his face - the lucky bugger!) return and we learn all about the plan they hatched together, what they were up to sneaking around the pump room and exactly what superpowers they have!

Below are links to all previous parts for anyone who wants to read the full story again...


And lastly, I want to say a HUGE thank you to everyone who has commented and given me their feedback both here, and on the Muscle Growth forums. Feedback for my stories has always been hit and miss and for some reason I wasn't expecting a big reaction to this one, but the response has been amazing! For whatever reason, people seem to have really taken to this story. So thank you guys, again, for all the wonderful feedback!

Chapter Eleven

“So, what’s the deal with you two”?

Mikey was lying on Pete’s bed with his arm around Jackson’s slightly bloated waist, and his head nestled on his obscenely huge chest. He could feel Jackson’s hard, blocky abs underneath his forearm. Unlike Pete, Jackson was more than happy to be embraced in an affectionate cuddle with Mikey. His huge left arm was wrapped firmly around Mikey’s back and the back of his right hand was gently brushing back and forth across Mikey’s abnormally sized forearm. Pete had temporarily left the room, leaving the two monsters alone for the first since they’d arrived at the flat.

“Me and Pete? We’re just friends”, Mikey replied, sinking into Jackson’s heaving mass, and never wanting to leave.

“Friends, slash, fuck buddies?”, Jackson cheekily asked.

Mikey grinned. “More like…friends, slash, worship buddies”.

“Sounds like a fun arrangement”, Jackson replied, his fingers still lightly brushing up and down Mikey’s forearm. “You know I couldn’t tell if he was gay or not”.

“Oh he’s not”, Mikey said.

“So he’s bi?”, Jackson asked.

“No. He…doesn’t really class himself as anything”, Mikey replied earnestly. He tilted his head up to find Jackson looking down at him with a confused look.

“He’s turned on by muscle”, Mikey explained.

“Well that’s obvious”, Jackson replied. “What, so he doesn’t like regular guys? Only bodybuilders”?

“Yep. Well…not even bodybuilders I don’t think. He’s just turned on by the muscle itself. Huge, shredded muscle though obviously”, Mikey explained.

“Wow”, Jackson replied. “I’ve never heard of that before. That’s pretty fucking horny”.

Mikey chortled and nodded in agreement.

“So that’s why he was more interested in snogging my huge tits rather than my face?”, Jackson asked. “And I thought he just didn’t fancy me that much”.

Mikey chuckled in response. “Yeah…don’t take it personally”.

“Oh I wasn’t bothered”, Jackson replied. “I mean…he’s fit and everything but, I was kinda busy kissing someone else”. Mikey looked up and blushed slightly as Jackson gave him a bashful smirk.

“So what about you Mikey? Are you into regular guys or do you only like bodybuilders?”, Jackson asked.

“Oh no. I mean…YES I’m not muscle guys but…I like normal guys too”.

“That’s good”, Jackson replied without thinking. Mikey suddenly shot him an inquisitive look, and Jackson blushed slightly as he realised what he‘d said. “Erm…I could be good”, he said, the corner of his mouth curling into a defeated smirk.

Mikey cheekily smirked in response and nodded. “Good because you’re just a regular guy?”, he teasingly added.

“As regular as you are when you don’t look like this”, Jackson replied. He then suddenly shifted, moving back and pushing his torso up so he was leaning against Pete’s bedroom wall.

“I promised you I’d tell you what my power is didn’t I?”, he said, with a slightly defeated tone.

Mikey’s heart started racing. He badly wanted to know, but he remembered what Jackson had said to him in the pump room. “I sometimes find it…ruins things”. He was tempted to tell Jackson just to not tell him so they could stay lying together the way they had been for the rest of the night, but Jackson seemed determined to make good on his promise.

At that moment Pete re-entered the bedroom. “How are my two favourite muscle monsters?”, he cheekily asked. “Or sometime muscle monsters I should say”.

“Well…funnily enough, I was just about to tell Mikey what my superpower is”, Jackson replied. He seemed fairly comfortable with the notion, but there was definitely a sense of apprehension in his voice.

“Awesome!”, Pete said with a sense of excitement, sitting down on his bed and joining the two muscle freaks.

“So as you’ve probably guessed, I’m NOT the real Jackson James Jones”, he began. “And I’ve never been Jackson James Jones before. Not until this morning anyway”, he replied. Mikey and Pete exchanged intrigued looks.

“Let me start at the beginning. When I was at uni, I had this massive crush on one of my flatmates, Tony. God he was fit. He went to the gym, like, five times a week. His body was awesome. And he bloody knew it. He was always walking around in these little vests. A total fucking show off.

Anyway, for my 18th birthday, my flatmates threw me a party. Me and Tony were the last ones to go to bed. We went to his room and smoked a joint. I remember sitting on his bed, looking over at him, and realising that I’d never been so attracted to anyone as much as I was attracted to him in that moment. His chest and biceps were bulging out of his tight black t-shirt. I wanted to kiss him so badly. And then…something strange happened. My whole body started shaking. At first I thought it was the weed. But I was shaking even harder, and then I sort of blacked out. When I came to, Tony had leapt off the bed and was looking at me in complete shock. I looked down and I was no longer in my own body. I had transformed into a fucking woman. Not just any woman either. I looked in Tony’s mirror, and looking back at me, was fucking Beyoncé! I completely freaked out and, in response, my body started shaking again until I was back to my normal self.

Anyway, I was pretty fucking gutted. I’d waited years for my superpower to emerge, and to find out I had the ability to transform into Beyoncé? I mean what kind of power is that? But something from that night stuck with me for ages afterwards. It was the way Tony looked at me when I was Beyoncé. I mean, he was shocked, and amazed, but there was something else there too. He was…attracted to me. The boy I fancied more than anyone, actually fancied me back.

So, a few months after that happened I was in this club. There was a guy in there with his top off. Gorgeous face. Actual pecs. A proper six pack and everything. One of the hottest men I’d ever seen in my life. Staring at this guy, I suddenly felt my body shaking. Exactly like it did in Tony’s bedroom. I panicked and ran to the bathroom and hid myself in a cubicle. I didn’t wanna turn into Beyoncé in front of a club full of strangers. Except…I didn’t turn into Beyoncé at all. I turned into a man. A fucking beautiful man. I looked in the mirror in the toilets, and staring back at me was a six foot male model with a ridiculous jaw line and a gorgeous, chiselled body. I walked back out into the club, and the hot guy I’d spotted locked eyes with me, and his jaw almost dropped”.

The Jackson impersonator was mischievously smiling at this point, like he was remembering the encounter. “So what happened then?”, Pete asked. Jackson’s smile grew wider. “I went back to his. Obviously”.

Both Pete and Mikey's minds were ticking over. “So…”, Pete began, “you saw that guy and you fancied him, and then…you became a hot guy that he was attracted to”?

Jackson nodded and smirked. “And you fancied your flatmate Tony”, Pete continued. “And you turned into Beyoncé. Someone who he thought was hot.

So whoever you fancy, you then become what they’re attracted to?”

The Jackson imitator smirked. “Almost", he replied. "I become what they’re attracted to the most. They call me The Ultimate Fantasy Man”.

Everything suddenly clicked into place for Pete and Mikey. “And Mikey’s ultimate fantasy is Jackson James Jones”, said Pete.

The Jackson impersonator was looking sheepish at this point and seemed unable to look at Mikey, who was furiously blushing, but simultaneously smirking at the same time at the revelation of Jackson’s power.

“Mate! That is one fucking AWESOME superpower”, Pete excitedly said. “Wait…so could you be my ultimate fantasy”.

Mikey felt a rush of excitement at the thought of seeing Pete’s ultimate fantasy come to life. Whatever that may be.

“Well…”, The Ultimate Fantasy Man began, “in theory I could. But it doesn’t quite work like that. I can’t just do it on anyone. It only works with people I really fancy”.

Mikey shot a sudden glance at the man who was still in the body of American muscle monster Jackson James Jones, who looked him in the eye for moment, and blushed. “Oh gee. Thanks mate”, Pete sarcastically said, laughing.

“Soz Pete. I mean you’re fit and everything but...well, you know how it goes”, he sheepishly said.

Mikey suddenly became intrigued as to who exactly was hiding under that disguise of monstrously massive muscle, and turned to the mystery man sitting next to him.

“Wait…so, do we know each other”?

The Ultimate Fantasy Man sheepishly shook his head. “I saw you for the first time this morning at the show”.

He let out a deep sigh, and Mikey and Pete watched in shock as his whole body shook with such force that all they could see was a blur, before his real identity was suddenly, and finally revealed.

Where a 320 lbs All American muscle freak had been not ten seconds before, now sat an incredibly sheepish and nervous looking slim built guy.

Mikey’s heart fluttered at the sight of the lad he instantly recognised as the insanely cute Tom Daley look-alike who he'd locked eyes with earlier the day. The only thing missing were his black framed spectacles. He was even more adorable than Mikey had remembered.

“It’s YOU”, Mikey said. He seemed surprised that Mikey recognised him. “You were on the next desk over when me and Pete were signing into the show this morning”. The Ultimate Fantasy Man nodded.

“So you saw Mikey at the show this morning, thought, "PHWOAR…he’s hot", and transformed into Jackson James Jones?”, Pete asked.

“Pretty much”, he replied, blushing harder than ever.

“FUCK! I bet turning into Jackson was a shock”, Pete added.

He mischievously smirked. “It was. But it wasn't the first time I’d transformed into a bodybuilder. My ex was really into muscle, so I was always transforming into whoever his current favourite bodybuilder was”.

“That’s how you posed so well”, Pete said.

He nodded. “I’ve had a lot of practice being a bodybuilder”.

“Sounds like a fun relationship”, Pete excitedly said.

He winced. “It was. But…well…he wasn’t really that attracted to me that much when I was just the real me”.

Mikey wanted to reach out and scoop him up in his arms. It was ridiculous that a guy whose arse he’d not long been filling up, a guy who had been so overly confident and flirtatious with him all day, could now barely look him in the eye.

“Well he sounds like a twat mate”, Mikey said. “Sorry, but he does. Who wouldn’t fancy you?”

The Ultimate Fantasy Man's big, brown, puppy dog eyes lit up as he looked at Mikey.

Pete nodded. “You’re a good looking dude”.

“I’m no Jackson James Jones”, he said earnestly.

Mikey scoffed. “Who is”?

“I guess when you’re always turning into these super hot people, you kinda start to feel a little inferior”, he replied.

Mikey wanted to lean over, grab him and snuggle him into his 300 lbs superpower enabled muscle mass and tell him how unbelievably and adorably cute he was.

“But you’re turning into these extreme versions of what people find hot", Pete began. "Who can compete with THAT? What you need to do is find someone who finds the real you really hot. Then they can have both you, and the ultimate fantasy you. Whatever that might be”.

Mikey was sitting listening to Pete and his heart was bursting. He wanted to scream out, “THAT’S ME! I find the real you hot. And cute. And lovely. And adorable”, but the words just wouldn’t come out.

He gave Mikey a hopeful look, as if wanting to hear the words that Mikey was saying in his head. Instead, Mikey just offered up a bashful smile. It was absurd. Not half an hour ago he’d shot a load up this guy’s arse, and now he didn’t even have the guts to tell him he thought he was cute.

The Ultimate Fantasy Man sighed. “Well…I should probably leave you guys to it.” Mikey suddenly panicked, and Pete looked utterly baffled. “It’s been fun guys. Really, really fun”, he added, with a hint of sadness.

He got up off the bed when Pete suddenly stood up and stopped him. “Errr…no you DON’T”!

The Ultimate Fantasy Man looked surprised and confused.

“You have the power to turn into Jackson frigging James buggering Jones! A 320 lbs pro bodybuilder! Which, by the way, is not far off my ultimate fantasy. Even if Mikey doesn’t want you to stay, and I’m pretty fucking sure he does, considering; A) you can turn into his current favourite muscle monster who likes to get his huge arse pounded into oblivion, and B) given the way he’s been looking at you for the last ten minutes I think it’s fair to say he clearly fancies the real you too, I’m not letting you go fucking anywhere mate”!

The Ultimate Fantasy Man stood with the biggest and cutest smile looking at both guys, while Mikey grinned like crazy too. Pete’s openness had given him the confidence he'd been looking for.

“It’s true", he said, looking him in the eye. “I fancy the fucking pants off you”. The Ultimate Fantasy Man blushed and beamed, and Pete cheekily smirked and rolled his eyes. “You look like Tom fucking Daley for Christ’s sake", Mikey added. "Tom Daley in black hipster glasses”!

All three lads chuckled, before the giddy Tom Daley look-alike spoke. “So...fancying me aside, I’m guessing you’d quite like it if I turned back into Jackson James Jones”?

“Hmmm”, Mikey pondered. “Well, obviously, that would be fun. Or….you could just stay like this”, he replied.

He blushed even harder, and then turned to Pete. “Would you be OK with that Pete? Me and you worshipping Mikey?”, he said.

Pete thought for a moment, then the left corner of his mouth curled into a mischievous smirk. “Hmmm. I have a better idea”.

He crawled on his knees towards the two lads at the other end of the bed. “How about…”, he held a confused Mikey’s hand and placed it firmly on his left flexed bicep, “ two fuckers…”, he then took The Ultimate Fantasy Man's hand and placed it on his right bicep, “...worship ME”?

Mikey scoffed and made to reply, but before he could, his muscle started to rapidly deflate in the way they did when he’d decided to put his power out of use, until he was his regular, slim built, non-muscle freak self again. Only Mikey had not decided to put his power out of use at all. Confused, he looked at the The Ultimate Fantasy Man, who was still very much in his regular, slim built body too.

Pete, meanwhile, was mischievously smirking at Mikey.

“Didn’t you ever wonder how I knew about the Annual Superpower Games Mikey?”, he asked. “Didn’t you ever think that I might have a superpower too”?

Mikey was speechless. The thought had crossed his mind, but somehow he’d never really thought to ask. The Ultimate Fantasy Man was looking just as confused as Mikey was.

“I could have found out your superpower at any time mate”, Pete said to the Tom Daley look-alike. “Yours too Mikey. From the second you walked into the shop. If I’d have wanted to”, he smugly said.

“That’s right bitches”, he continued. “I reverse superpowers”.

Seeing a sudden panic in Mikey's face, Pete quickly reassured his friend. "Oh, don't worry mate. It's only temporarily reversed. You should be able to turn back into a monster in about...five minutes".

Mikey relaxed, and smirked, but a second after he did, both he and The Ultimate Fantasy Man jumped and gave out shocked cries.

Pete spun around to see exactly what had caused this sudden reaction. A slightly geeky looking and horror stricken man was stumbling to his feet.

“Where the bloody hell did YOU come from?", Pete cried in shock.

The frightened man just gawped at the three lads on the bed. And then Pete’s bedroom door flung open, and another man appeared.

“We can explain!”, the second man frantically said.

The three lads on the bed jumped again. “Who the bloody hell are YOU”?, Pete asked, now standing up and confronting the two strangers in his bedroom. “Did you two break into my house”?

“NO!”, the man at the door explained. “Well…kinda. WAIT! Don’t call the police. We’ll tell you everything”.

An angry Pete pointed his finger at the man in an authoritative manner. “Start talking. NOW”.

Chuck Carter looked at his terrified boyfriend Timmy Tate and gulped. This had definitely not been part of their plan. There was no getting out of this situation. Not with both of their superpowers temporarily reversed. He took a deep breathe. It was time to confess everything.

Chapter Twelve

The audience members of the bodybuilding show at the Annual Superpower Games were now all standing up, gathering their things and making their way to exit the arena. Most of them were chatting excitedly about what had been an incredible bodybuilding competition, with most of the talk was about two of the competitors; the incredible Mikey M, who they’d watched transform from an ordinary sized lad into a 300 lbs muscle freak, and famous American pro bodybuilder Jackson James Jones. Or at least, someone who was in the body of him.

Chuck Carter, however, had other plans. He had to get back to his boyfriend Timmy Tate. He got out of his chair and hung back as the theatre emptied. When he was sure that no one was looking, his superpower kicked in and worked it’s magic. He headed straight to the steps at the right side of the stage, casually strolled across it and exited at the back, leading him straight into the pump room area.

He walked straight past The Human Road Map and Bicycle Pump Boy, bit his lip at the sight of the glorious twenty-four stomach muscles popping out of Mr Amazing Abs’ midsection and darted his eyes to the floor to avoid being hypnotised when The Irresistible Ass Man suddenly turned his back to him

Jackson, Mikey, and his smaller but sexy friend were all huddled together. Jackson was putting on his tracksuit bottoms. Mikey was already fully clothed and his black bag was thrown over his shoulder; the very bag Chuck had sneakily opened just a few hours before, while Mikey and the other lads had been on stage during prejudging.

Chuck very much doubted that Mikey had had time to change in the short time since he’d left the stage, meaning that he was probably still wearing the shiny pink posing trunks under his trousers.

He thought he’d have to hang around in the pump room for a little while, but the three lads seemed rather eager to leave.

“I’m about twenty minutes on the tube”, Chuck heard Mikey’s friend say to Jackson as he got closer. “Brilliant”, he replied. He was positively beaming.

Chuck’s chest expanded with excitement. Was it possible that all three lads were leaving together?

“Wait! Let me just say bye to Shaun”, Mikey’s friend said. “No worries Pete”, Mikey replied. Pete swivelled round and rushed straight passed Chuck without acknowledging him.

“AWESOME posedown Mikey”, Jackson said. He was grinning at Mikey with the sexiest, most flirtatious grin. Chuck had suspected that something might be going on between these two guys with all the touching in the posedown, not to mention the fact they had both been bulging out of their posing trunks to an outrageous degree. But the way the two muscle monsters were both looking at each other now, and the incredible sexual tension that was filling the space between them, Chuck had absolutely no doubts about what was happening between them. Or what was about to happen.

“It really WAS!”, Mikey replied. “FUCK! That was even better than how I had imagined. And I’ve been imagining it. A LOT!”

Jackson chuckled. “Ever imagine you’d be standing in front of Jackson James Jones?”

“FUCK NO!”, Mikey excitedly replied.

Jackson grinned, but a moment later, it had faded, and Chuck noticed something else in his expression. A slight hint of sadness, which completely took Chuck by surprise.

“Just remember what I said, yeah? I might not actually be the real Jackson James Jones”.

“I know”, Mikey said, still grinning. Chuck noticed that Mikey really didn’t seem to mind much at all.

Mikey's friend Pete returned to the scene. “Right lads", he began. "You ready to go”?

All three men were soon heading out of the pump room. Overcome with nerves and excitement, Chuck Carter followed them. He looked at Mikey’s obscenely developed ass bulging through the material of his tracksuit bottoms and smiled. He and his boyfriend Timmy were in for one hell of a night.


Chuck sighed and looked at the three men eagerly awaiting an explanation.

“I followed you guys here from the show”, he began.

“And then you broken into my flat?”, Pete asked.

“No! Well…not really”, he replied, struggling to explain himself.

“Then how the hell did you get in?”, Pete barked.

Mikey was looking at Timmy, who was standing sheepishly at the end of Pete’s bed and something suddenly clicked in his brain. He leapt up and looked at the spot on the floor where Timmy was standing.

“Wait a minute”, Mikey began, before Chuck could answer Pete’s question. “Where are my posing trunks”?

Timmy’s face went scarlet and Chuck reached into his pocket. “They’re here”. He reached out his hand to Mikey, and, sure enough, balled into Chuck’s fist were Mikey’s bright pink posing trunks.

“So you broke into my house and stole my mate’s posing trunks?”, Pete asked.

“I was gonna put ‘em back!”, Chuck pleaded anxiously.

Mikey was staring at his beloved pink posers in his hands. They were now completely free of any of the tan stains and oil marks that they'd suffered during the bodybuilding competition. They even still smelt of the fabric conditioner he'd used to wash them in a few nights before.

“But these haven’t been worn”, Mikey said.

“What are you talking about mate? You’ve been wearing them practically all day”, Pete said.

“No, he hasn’t”, Chuck answered.

“I knew they felt different!”, Mikey exclaimed.

“So, if you haven’t been wearing those, what have you been wearing?”, Pete asked impatiently.

Both Mikey and Chuck were looking at the man standing awkwardly at the end of Pete’s bed, now sheepishly looking at his feet.

“I think we’re looking at him”, Mikey said. His mouth curled into a mischievous grin. “You’re Mr Inanimate Object!”

Timmy looked up with an apologetic expression on his face. “Yep!”, he replied.

“Wait!”, The Ultimate Fantasy Man exclaimed. “I’ve heard of you! You can…”, but Pete interrupted him and finished his sentence, “...turn into any inanimate object of your choice”.

Timmy nodded, still deeply embarrassed at the situation. “A lamppost. A park bench. A coffee mug”. (NOTE: Does anyone remember this story?)

“A pair of pink posing trunks!”, Mikey added. Timmy nodded.

Pete looked at Timmy and, for the first time since the two mysterious men had unexpectedly appeared in his bedroom, his face softened and his mouth turned into a grin. “You kinky bastard!"

Timmy mischievously smirked, and then, much to all of the lad’s surprise, his whole body shrunk towards the floor and changed shape rapidly, until he had seemingly disappeared from view. Mikey, Pete and Jackson all climbed to the end of the bed where they saw, lying on the floor, where Timmy had been stood, a pair of crumpled up, bright pink posing trunks, identical to the ones Mikey had clutched in his hand, save for the tan stains.

“Woah!”, The Jackson impersonator muttered.

“That is bloody awesome”, Pete exclaimed.

And then, the mucky pink posing trunks started to squirm of their own accord, and out of the spot where they were sitting, a large shape emerged and formed until the fully sized figure of Timmy Tate, who was once again standing in front of them, this time looking a little less embarrassed, and even a little pleased himself.

“So, all this time, you’ve been Mikey’s pink posing trunks?”, Jackson asked.

Timmy nodded. “Well…for the past few hours”, he replied.

“And Mikey’s real trunks have been stuffed into your pocket!”, Pete said, addressing Chuck.

“But when did you swap them? And how?”, Mikey added.

“It really wasn’t that hard”, Chuck replied. “Timmy transformed into a five pound note this morning and I put him in my pocket. Then we sneaked into the pump room. I didn’t know where I was going so I followed Mikey and Pete.

If you haven't guessed already, me and Timmy are massive muscle fans. We’ve been to the show at the Annual Superpower Games for a few years now so we know how it all works. We knew that most of the competitors change their trunks in between the prejudging and finals. The plan wasn’t fool proof, obviously, but I knew there was a good chance I’d be able to find a pair of posers lurking somewhere backstage.

And then I heard Pete telling The Irresistible Ass Man about Mikey’s pink posers hiding in his bag and…well, it was perfect! I waited for the bodybuilders to head out on the stage for prejudging, then went into Mikey’s bag - sorry, Mikey - put the five pound note, i.e. Timmy, next to the pink posers and watched him transform. Then I put Mikey’s real trunks into my pocket”.

“You sneaky bugger”, Mikey replied, but far from being annoyed or angry, he looked impressed and amused.

Chuck’s face softened and he grinned. “I was always gonna swap them back”, he explained. “Obviously we didn’t expect for this to happen.”

“Wait!”, Pete interrupted. “You said you heard me talking about Mikey’s pink posers? But I didn’t see you. In fact, I didn’t see you in the pump room at all today”.

Chuck shook his head. “None of you saw me”.

And before any of the three men could question him, Chuck’s whole body took on a ghost-like appearance until he had completely disappeared from view.

“WOAH”, Pete exclaimed. And then, in reverse of what had just happened, Chuck’s body suddenly re-appeared, becoming less ghost-like and more solid until it was fully formed and perfectly normal in appearance.

“They call me Mr Invisibility", Chuck explained. "It’s a bit more original than The Invisible Man I guess”.

“So you can pretty much go wherever you want and no one will know?”, Mikey asked.

“Pretty much”, Chuck replied. “I can sneak on to any plane without paying. That’s how I got to Vegas last year. Me and Timmy went to watch the Mr Olympia there. I snuck backstage and was about an inch away from the real Jackson James Jones pumping up his massive tits. I could practically taste his sweat. Then I got up on stage during the posedown and he cranked a massive crab most muscular right in my face. Just like you did earlier today Mikey. I virtually creamed myself right on the spot”.  

“FUCK!”, Pete excitedly exclaimed. “So while you’re on stage mere inches away from flexing muscle bulls…”, he then turned to Timmy, “’re wedged in the arse crack of some bodybuilder in the form of a pair of posers”?

Timmy cheekily grinned. “Well…actually, this is the first time we’ve ever done this. I’ve turned into posing trunks before. But never ones worn by a bodybuilder. Or even a sometime bodybuilder”, he said, referring to Mikey’s superpower.

“And how was it?”, Mikey teasingly asked.

Timmy blushed. “Pretty fucking awesome actually”.

“I’ll bet!”, Pete said.

“And I don’t make a habit of doing this either”, Chuck chipped in. “Sneaking into people’s homes I mean. I know it must look bad but, well…I needed to follow Mikey, to get Timmy back, and swap his trunks again. I was expecting to go back a hotel room or something, and switch the trunks when Mikey had gone to the bathroom”.

Pete looked at both of the lads with one of his eyebrows raised. “And you didn’t discuss the possibility that anything else might happen once that bodybuilder had gotten back to his hotel room. Whether said bodybuilder might need to, erm…release some tension while still wearing his posers? Or get worshipped by some lucky muscle fan? Or get to fuck a 320 lbs muscle monster with his tan drenched, sweat soaked trunks wedged half way down his quads”?

Timmy blushed and looked down, while Mikey and The Ultimate Fantasy Man exchanged sheepish looks. Chuck, meanwhile, just shrugged. “We didn’t really think about it”, he said. But then his face cracked, and his mouth curled into a mischievous grin.

“But we’re sorry”, Chuck added, suddenly looking serious. “Honestly guys, we didn’t mean to upset any of you. And I didn’t mean to sneak into your house Pete. I just…well, I’ve had so much fun with my power over the years, I thought it was about time Timmy had some fun as well”.

“I’m not pissed off”, Pete replied. “You’re a pair of cheeky fuckers for doing this, but…I get it. I mean, who the fuck wouldn’t wanna be a pair of posers worn by a 300 lbs muscle freak? FUCKING ‘ELL!! But I think it’s Mikey you need to give the biggest apology to”.

All of the lads turned to Mikey. “Well I’m not too happy that you took my trunks. But…I get it too. And I actually think it’s kinda horny that, well…all that time my trunks were…a person”, he said. A huge, cheeky grin was now spread across Timmy’s face.

“So, next time you wanna get covered in my sweat and tan and be wedged inside my arse crack, just ask me first”, he said. Timmy’s eyes lit up at the suggestion that Mikey might grant him permission to embark on another similar adventure.

“So we have…what…five muscle lovers here?”, Pete began. “Two of whom can transform into fuck-off huge bodybuilders, and one of whom can transform into a pair of posing trunks. I reckon it’s about time we stopped nattering like a bunch of old biddies and had a bit of fun lads”.

Timmy was practically bouncing on the spot and grinning from ear to ear, while Chuck, now fully relaxed beamed and replied with a, “Fuck yeah”!

“Wait”, Chuck suddenly said. “There's just two things I need to know. If you guys don't mind”? Pete, Mikey and The Ultimate Fantasy Man all shook their heads and looked at Chuck with intrigue.

“Firstly...Mikey, Ultimate Fantasy Man. Sorry if I embarrass either of you, but I’m feeling brave. Are you two gonna get together or not, cause, well…you just look so fucking CUTE together?”

Mikey and The Ultimate Fantasy Man just looked at each other and exchanged sheepish smirks.

"And Pete, a question for you”, he cautiously began. “If The Ultimate Fantasy Man were to fancy you, and turn into your ultimate fantasy, who, or what would he turn into”?

Mikey’s eyes bulged. He really wanted to know the answer to Chuck’s question. Pete looked at him with one eyebrow raised. “You really wanna know?”, he asked.

“YES!”, both Mikey and Chuck exclaimed in unison.

“OK. Don’t judge me,  guys, but…”, he took a deep breath and continued, “from the neck down, he would probably be about a 340 lbs version of Jackson James Jones. From the neck up?” At this point his mouth curled into a devilish smirk. “He’d be me”.

The Ultimate Fantasy Man scoffed. “You cocky bastard”.

“Hey! I said don’t judge”, Pete replied defensively. “It's not like I myself really attractive or anything. So Mikey told you earlier that what I’m really attracted to is muscle. So that would be my ultimate fantasy. Me, as a 340 lbs bodybuilder”.

Chuck was giggling, Timmy was smirking, and The Ultimate Fantasy Man was playfully rolling his eyes. Mikey, meanwhile, seemed to have spaced out of the conversation completely. His mind was ticking over what Pete had said, and he was suddenly imagining his friend's head on top of Jackson James Jones’ body. And then, other thoughts started coming into his head too.

“Right", Pete suddenly exclaimed. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m ready to worship some serious muscle.

Mikey suddenly realised that all four lads were looking directly at him. His mouth curled into an excited grin and he said, “I suppose I should do the honours then”. His pecs expanded off his chest, his biceps tripled in size and his quads ballooned. Every single muscle on Mikey’s regular sized body exploded and grew until he was a 300 lbs muscle monster once more.

He looked down and bounced his humungous tits. Chuck released a gasp, Timmy let out a whimper, The Ultimate Fantasy Man bit his lip and Pete just smirked at the sight of the thing which turned him on more than anything else in the world; the excessively sized muscle mass of a genuine freak.

“Wait!", Chuck exclaimed. "I just have one more question”. Pete and Timmy groaned.

“You revealed your power to all of those people at the show today. Which was fucking awesome by the way. So it won’t be long before people start talking about your power, if they’re not doing so already. So what will they call you? I mean…you’ve gotta have a superpower name”.

Mikey thought for a moment, then looked at The Ultimate Fantasy Man. Remembering what he’d said in the pump room after his routine, when he'd been in the body of Jackson James Jones, Mikey smiled. “How about…The Human Muscle Morph?”


“Look at him go!”, Shaun Slater, aka The Irresistible Ass Man, exclaimed.

“The crowd are loving him”, Pete Potter replied.

“They’re going NUTS!”, Shaun added.

“How much does he weigh, Mikey?”, Pete asked, addressing the man to his right.

“340 lbs exactly”, Mikey Maguire proudly replied. “Twenty pounds up from last year”.

All three men were stood at the side of the stage, watching on as muscle monster Noah North performed his posing routine at his second appearance at the bodybuilding competition of the Annual Superpower Games.

“He could have taken his specs off though”, Pete said.

“I told him to keep them on”, Mikey replied dreamily. Pete smirked, shook his head and playfully rolled his eyes.

Noah spun around, and outrageously tucked the back of his shiny golden coloured posing trunks into his arse crack.

An audible gasp came from the blank space to Mikey’s right.

“Babycakes!”, Chuck Carter squeaked.

Pete chuckled. “Timmy’s gonna love THAT”, Mikey said.

“And you’re not bummed out about coming second place again Mikey?”, Pete asked.

“Ummmm. You see that insanely cute, 340 lbs bodybuilder up there? That’s my boyfriend. My fucking boyfriend! How can I possibly be bummed out about anything?”, Mikey replied.

“Yeah, well…me, Timmy and Chuck get to worship all 340 lbs of that muscle tonight as well you know, so don’t look so smug”.

“Sometimes I wish I was gay”, Shaun Slater sighed. All heads turned to look at him curiously. “You guys just always sound like you have so much fun together”, he explained.

“You can always join us, Shaun”, Mikey teased with one eyebrow raised.

“Nah. There’s way too much ass here for just five guys”, he replied with a cheeky grin.

Mikey felt something suddenly twitch in his shiny pink posing trunks.

“Plus, Pete’s not gay”, Mikey added.

“Oh yeah! I forgot. He’s only turned on by muscle. Have you found a word for that yet Pete?”, The Irresistible Ass Man asked.

“Fucking horny!”, an invisible Chuck Carter unexpectedly exclaimed. “Sorry!”, he added, in a sheepish tone.

“No worries, Chuck mate”, Pete replied with a smirk. “Oh, and we might not be able to see you, but we know you’re blushing right now”.

Noah North had spun around to face the audience and was now hitting an incredible abs and thighs pose to wild applause from the audience. His thick cock bulged out of his golden coloured posers to a laughable degree.

“FUCK!”, Shaun exclaimed.

“And I get to spunk all over those shredded abber dabbers later”, Pete said.

“AHEM! Sensitive straight man here!”, Shaun exclaimed.

“Now just to make sure, Chuck…”, Mikey began in a teasing tone, “I am actually wearing MY posing trunks this year aren’t I? You haven’t been rummaging through my bag again”?

Both Chuck and Pete chuckled. “Hmmm. Cracking jokes to cover up the fact that you’re a wee bit jealous perhaps?”, Chuck teasingly replied.

“Oh, please”, Mikey replied. “I can shove the back of your boyfriend into my arse crack and shoot a big load into the front of him any time I want”.

“I really need to start hanging out with more straight guys”, groaned Shaun.

“ARGGHHHH”! A loud bellow erupted from the stage as they watched Noah hit an upstanding most muscular with his fists pushed together.

“OH, FUCK YEAH!”, Pete exclaimed over the raucous applause of the audience.

All four lads stood and watched in awe as Noah cranked out another three crab most musculars, each one accompanied with a cockier facial expression and louder scream than the last.

As he adorably waved goodbye to his audience with a cheeky grin on his utterly cute face, Noah turned and waddled off the stage and straight towards the four men he’d met exactly one year ago that day; except his eyes were only fixated upon one of them.

Mikey smiled like crazy as he met his sweat and tan drenched boyfriend and embraced him with a hug.

“You did so well, babe”, Mikey said.

“You fucking owned that stage, Noah mate”, Pete exclaimed.

“I had some posing tips from Mikey”, he replied.

With his arms still wrapped around him, Mikey pushed his head back to admire his boyfriend. From the neck down, Noah had the body of a 340 lbs version of All American muscle monster Jackson James Jones. From the neck up, however, Noah bared very little resemblance to the bodybuilder Mikey had competed with a year before. His big, brown puppy dog eyes gazed at Mikey through his black hipster glasses which were perched on the top of his impossibly cute nose. Mikey had a sudden flashback to the first time he’d seen his boyfriend's utterly gorgeous face exactly a year ago today, staring at Mikey in awe as he signed in for his very first bodybuilding show. Even staring at him now, he couldn’t help thinking how much he looked like Tom Daley.

The show’s commentator’s voice filled the arena. “Your next competitor is from a small town in…”, but Pete interrupted. “Mikey, you’re up!”, he excitedly exclaimed.

“Rip up that stage, Mikeykins”, Noah said.

“Wait!”, Shaun said. “You haven’t told me what you’re doing up there Mikey. I mean, how are you gonna top last year’s posing routine”?

“Well, you know how last year I went out in my normal body and transformed into a monster? Well, this time I’m going out as a monster and I’m gonna de-morph half way through”, Mikey explained. “I’m gonna look down in shock, shrug and just carry on hitting some poses in my regular body”.

“Awesome!”, Shaun Slater replied.

“As always!”, Pete proudly said. Mikey shot his good friend Pete an affectionate smile. He would forever be in debt to the man who’d been working at the shop Mikey had stumbled across fifteen months earlier. If it weren’t for him, he wouldn’t be wrapped around a Tom Daley look-alike, who occasionally had 340 lbs of huge muscle sitting beneath his neckline, ready to go onstage at the world most bonkers bodybuilding competition in a pair of the hottest pink posers ever produced.

“Ladies and gentlemen”, the commentator loudly announced, “make some noise for Mikey The Human Muscle Morph”.



- Mikey was first mentioned in my story, "The Day I Became A Muscle Freak" (link here).

- In turn, Tobey, the protagonist of that story, is referenced here, but only by his superpower name!

- Timmy Tate has also featured in a previous story (link here)! This was my first story to feature any sort of superpower.

- Every character in the story has an alliterative name. 

- I had originally planned to introduce a number of superpower wielding characters sitting in the audience of Mikey's bodybuilding show, including Remote Control Boy, who can pause, fast forward and rewind whatever parts of the show he likes, and The Posing Trunk Controller, who can change the shape, colour and fabric of any posing trunks (i.e. those worn by the bodybuilders on stage) to his liking.

Saturday, 9 September 2017


"Mikey hadn’t been able to resist trying on his brand new posing trunks before heading to Pete’s flat. Even just holding the bright pink posers in his hands and studying them was incredibly horny. Feeling the ridiculously shiny material against his fingertips. Working his thumbs along both of the straps. Even the smell of them was oddly arousing. He then worked the thin straps up his enormous, shredded quads and nestled his hard cock in the pouch. The shiny pink material felt incredible against his dick. Almost instantly, a wet patch of pre-cum formed and dripped through the posing trunk material."

It's time for the penultimate part of "Mikey The Human Muscle Morph"!

This is the beginning of Part III (the final section of the story) and jumps back to when Pete and Mikey first met; exploring what happened on the night of their first posing practice. It then skips forward to the evening after Mikey's first bodybuilding show, where he and Pete have invited the mystery man inhabiting the body of 320 lbs American bodybuilder Jackson James Jones back to Pete's flat!

We also get to find out more about the Pete character, and his feelings towards Mikey, and muscle in general.

Final part coming up next!

Part III

Chapter Nine

The first time something happened between Mikey Maguire and Pete Potter was at their very first posing practice, which had taken place on the very day they’d met. It had been an unforgettable day for Mikey, full of many firsts. After having spent years only using his superpower alone in his bedroom, Mikey had ventured out in public, after having transformed into the 300 lbs muscle monster version of himself.

He’d then bought his first ever pair of posing trunks from a shop called “Muscle World”, where he'd confessed to the very sexy sales assistant, Pete, that he had a power which enabled him to morph his regular sized body into that of a mammothly huge bodybuilder's, worthy of both professional status and a top five Mr Olympia placing.

Pete had then told Mikey about the bodybuilding competition held at the Annual Superpower Games in London; a secret event which would allow him to fulfil his fantasy of stepping onto a bodybuilding stage. This was swiftly followed by an invitation to Pete’s flat that very night to practise his posing for the show.

Following his initial encounter with Pete, Mikey had gone back to the hotel room where he was staying, his whole body bursting with adrenaline from the events of the day, and his mind racing with thoughts at the prospect of both competing in a bodybuilding show, and posing in front of another person that very evening.

Mikey hadn’t been able to resist trying on his brand new posing trunks before heading to Pete’s flat. Even just holding the bright pink posers in his hands and studying them was incredibly horny. Feeling the ridiculously shiny material against his fingertips. Working his thumbs along both of the straps. Even the smell of them was oddly arousing.

He then worked the thin straps up his enormous, shredded quads and nestled his hard cock in the pouch. The shiny pink material felt incredible against his dick. Almost instantly, a wet patch of pre-cum formed and dripped through the posing trunk material.

Mikey gazed at his reflection in the mirror. Wearing nothing but a pair of the shiniest pink posers he could have ever hoped to find, the muscle monster incarnation of Mikey had never looked more like a Mr Olympia competitor.

Being in trunks was everything he had fantasised about and more. He never wanted to take them off. Taking a hand to each strap, Mikey wrapped his thumbs under each one, and pulled the posers up as far as he could, while hitting a magnificent front lat spread, pursing his lips in an arrogant fashion and releasing an outrageous, “OOOOOH".

As he watched his huge lats flare out and his tremendous muscle tits jump off his chest in the mirror, Mikey growled out a grizzly, “YEEAARRGGHSSS”, and only let go out of pink straps and released the pose because he unexpectedly felt his cock judder with force, and realised that he was about two seconds away from both blowing a massive load in his brand new posers, and completely ruining them before he’d even left the hotel for Pete’s.

Though Mikey had arrived at his flat feeling incredibly nervous, Pete's natural charm and friendly, down to earth demeanour helped him to relax relatively quickly. Mikey had discovered that Pete was both a personal trainer, and a former junior bodybuilding champion. His dick had swelled when he’d been shown various pictures of a shockingly shredded and fresh faced twenty year old Pete on stage, plastered in dark bronzed tan, wearing a pair of ruby red posing trunks and flexing out on stage pulling all manner of outrageously cheeky facial expressions.

When it came time to strip down to his trunks and start posing for Pete, Mikey's nerves suddenly made a comeback. Amid feeling anxious, however, Mikey couldn’t help but feel a rush of adrenaline as he stood in the middle of the living room and Pete gawped in awe and amazement at every inch of his huge, shredded mass. Although Pete was once a junior bodybuilding champion, he had never come anywhere close to reaching Mikey’s size.

Both Mikey’s ego and posing trunk covered cock swelled, as Pete circled Mikey with his mouth open in astonishment, commenting on each of his body parts, and reminding Mikey of just how much a magnificent muscle bull he was when his amazing superpower was in force.

By the time Pete was demonstrating a front double bicep pose for Mikey to copy, there was only one thing on Mikey’s mind; to completely wow Pete Potter with his size and mass. A task at which he succeeded to a ridiculous degree. Not only was Pete blown away by the image of Mikey’s flexed muscle, he was also amazed at how well Mike both knew, and performed, every single one of the mandatory bodybuilding poses.

The rush of both posing in the presence of another person, and seeing Pete’s reaction to his muscle gave Mikey enough of an ego boost to start displaying a bit of cockiness with his posing. Whereas at first he was humble and sheepish, Mikey was soon growling and grunting with his poses, and contorting and scrunching up his face into all manner of cheeky expressions.

This only enhanced Pete’s enjoyment, who, in response, started giving Mikey words of encouragement and praise, like, “Come on, big man”, “Hit that pose!” and, “You’re a monster, mate!”. He even shouted out, “FUCK YEAH, MIKEY!” when he cranked out a trap exploding crab most muscular with a loud, grizzly growl and a shit eating grin mere inches away from his lucky spectator’s face.

The whole experience left Mikey with an overwhelming desire to compete at the Annual Superpower Games. Mikey did not think anything more exciting could have happened that day but, sitting on Pete’s couch, with a feast of fresh information about the bodybuilding show, which was just a few short months away, his new friend presented him with a rather unexpected question.

“I hope you don’t take offence to this mate, but…are you into blokes”?

Mikey’s heart had started to race at Pete’s question. Not at the prospect of confessing that he was into guys, but at the possible reason as to why the sexy muscled man sitting next to him was asking him that question.

After responding, Mikey nervously and sheepishly threw the same question at Pete, who seemed completely unabashed at the conversation. Pete shrugged, and replied, “I guess I’m into blokes. I’ve had girlfriends too”. Mikey wasn’t sure what to make of Pete’s nonchalant answer, until he offered up a further explanation, which set Mikey’s heart racing even more. “But what I’m really into is muscle”.

Mikey began to swell in his shiny pink posers, as the increasingly hot man seated on the couch beside him gazed at him in a suggestive manner and continued to explain. “I’d always had girlfriends at school. But when I was sixteen my cousin took me to this really hardcore bodybuilding gym. We walked in and there was this group of lads in one corner. We got a bit closer and realised that they were all crowded around this one guy. He wasn’t a monster but he had some serious beef on him. He was in awesome condition too. I’ll never forget how his abs just burst through his stomach. Anyway, he was flexing in front of a big mirror on the wall, grunting, and huffing with every pose, while all the other lads stood around and watched him like a piece of meat. I could tell they were all in awe of him, and I knew that every single one of them wanted to be him. As for me? Well I was more turned on by watching this big, beefy lad who’d pumped himself up to unnatural proportions, flexing and posing and showing off his muscles more than anything I’d ever seen before.

I left the gym that day and I literally could not stop thinking about the flexing muscle lad. I went to a newsagents and bought a hardcore muscle magazine with this fuck off huge monster on the front, and when I got home, I just sat there, with a massive hard on, staring at the bodybuilders on every single page. Totally amazed at what I was seeing. And without even thinking about what I was doing, or why I was doing it, I got my hard cock out and started wanking. I think I creamed off to every single bodybuilder in that magazine. I couldn’t stop mate! I wondered whether it meant I was gay, but I wasn’t really turned on by regular blokes. I mean, sometimes I spot a dude, and I can see that he's good looking, but it doesn’t really go any further than that? Same with girls I guess. I can see a woman and think, “Wow, she’s hot”, but I don’t really have the urge to have sex with her. But muscle. Not just any muscle; huge, shredded muscle…”, and at this point, Pete was glaring at Mikey’s enormous pecs, “I see it, and…I just wanna cream my pants on the fucking spot”.

Mikey could not believe what he was hearing. He knew that Pete was impressed and amazed by his huge mass, but he had not even entertained the idea that he might be turned on by it. More than that, Mikey had finally met someone who felt and thought about muscle the exact same way that he did.

“I feel the same mate”, Mikey had replied. “I mean, I like regular sized men too. But nothing turns me on more than muscle”.

Pete was smiling at Mikey. The atmosphere had suddenly taken a shift. Mikey suddenly wanted Pete as much as he wanted him. “I’m not even gonna ask you if you get turned on by flexing”, Pete said. “I can kinda see that you do anyway”, he added, looking down with a raised eyebrow, at Mikey’s pink posing trunk pouch, which was bursting at the seems with his hard on.

“Have you…been with many bodybuilders then?”, Mikey had asked inquisitively.

“A few”, Pete had replied. “None as monstrous as you though”. He then looked down at Mikey’s enormous tits. “FUCK! I wanna worship you so bad mate”!

Mikey simultaneously grinned and blushed. He didn’t quite know what came over him next, but he suddenly, rather cheekily, straightened both of his arms, brought them into his torso and squeezed his chest so his mammothly thick pecs erupted and ballooned. “Fuck YES!”, Pete replied in response. And then Mikey started flexing his enormous, croquet-ball biceps, looking down at them in self-worship and admiration, teasing Pete to a ridiculous degree.

Pete was fidgeting and squirming next to him on the sofa, as if he was about to burst. He watched Mikey’s huge muscles flex and explode right before his eyes, until he couldn’t take it any longer and he suddenly blurted out, “FUCK! I need to touch that muscle mate”.

Still teasing Pete, Mikey responded by pursing his lips and letting out an arrogant growl as he squeezed his fists together in a quick most muscular. And then he finally tore his eyes away from his own phenomenal body and looked at the man sitting next to him with a mischievous and inviting smirk. Pete gripped Mikey’s right upper arm with both of his hands. His eyes bulged and he exclaimed, “FUCK!” as he felt Mikey’s huge, hard muscle underneath his fingertips.

Within a few minutes, the two men were standing on their feet and facing each other. Pete ran his hands over every single inch of Mikey's freakishly muscular body. He touched, felt and worshipped every one of his muscles. In turn, Mikey pumped, squeezed and flexed every single body part, while loving every moment of being worshipped by an excitable and incredibly sexy man, who was turned on by nothing more than the huge slabs of shredded muscle before him.

Both Pete and Mikey were completely lost in Mikey’s muscle. Nothing else mattered in that moment but the excessively sized, otherworldly mass bulging and exploding off of Mikey’s frame. Mikey flexed and squeezed and Pete touched and worshipped until neither men could take any more.

With both of his hands firmly planted on Mikey’s squeezed pecs, Pete groaned out, “Oh God! I’m gonna cum”! Mikey lifted both of his arms up, shouted, “FUCKING CREAM IT!” in Pete’s face, and then aggressively bought them back down into a brutal crab most muscular, while unleashing the most arrogant growl in Pete’s face; “ARRRRGGGHHHH”!!

At that very moment, Pete’s whole body started juddering and convulsing. He dug his hands into Mikey’s flexed pecs even more and bellowed out cries of ecstasy as his dick exploded and a tsunami of spunk filled up his boxers. Mikey felt like a God. He wildly shook his head and growled again, before cranking down into another crab most muscular with force. This time, his eyes bulged out, his mouth snapped wide open and he released the loudest cry as he simultaneously squeezed his mass and blew the most intense load of cum into his brand new, shiny pink posing trunks.

Chapter Ten

Mikey visited Pete in London several times before the bodybuilding competition at the Annual Superpower Games. Each visit would result in Mikey being worshipped, and both lads shooting their loads. Usually multiple times. Other than making each other cum with their worship sessions, things remained platonic between the pair.

Mikey had tried to be affectionate with his muscle loving worship buddie on a couple of occasions, though it was never planned. Pete was never very responsive to these attempts though, and so Mikey quickly expelled any thoughts which crept into his head that things between he and Pete could take a romantic turn. Instead, Mikey reasoned that they had an amazing and special relationship, and their worship sessions were amongst the hottest and most unique of his experiences in his 300 lbs muscle monster form, and that was more than enough for him.

Up until the day of the show, their posing and worship sessions had remained a secret between the two of them. But now, on the evening of Mikey’s first ever appearance at the Annual Superpower Games, the pair had unexpectedly invited a third person back to Pete’s flat. The mystery man who, with the use of a superpower still unknown to Mikey and Pete, had transformed into the body of Mikey’s favourite bodybuilder; ridiculously good looking, twenty-five year old, 320 lbs American meat mountain Jackson James Jones.

Within five minutes of entering Pete's flat, both Mikey and the Jackson James Jones impersonator had stripped back down to their posing trunks. Pete sat on his sofa, looking up at the two phenomenal muscle monsters, still bronzed from their competition tan,  standing side by side in the middle of his living room, both pumped and shredded to a shocking degree, all the time wondering whether he'd ever see such a magnificent or surreal sight again.

"OK lads. Let's get a front double bicep"! And with those words, both of the muscle freaks sprang into action and started flexing at Pete's command. All of the mandatory bodybuilding poses followed, climaxing with Pete instructing both of the lads to hit a most muscular.

While Mikey bought both of his fists together, released an outrageously cocky "YEAARRGHHS" and aggressively scrunched his face up like some kind of animal, the Jackson Jones impersonator went straight for a crab most muscular. Bending down low, his enormous, hard traps erupted up to his earlobes and he released a loud, obscene, "OOOOOOHHH".

"THAT'S IT LADS! HIT THAT POSE!", shouted Pete. Mikey responded by outrageously slapping both of his enormous, and insanely detailed quads, before placing both of his hands on the side of them, and cranking down hard into another most muscular, his eyes shut tight, his face contorted to a comical degree, and his teeth gritted as he released another grizzly, animal-like growl. "GRRRRRRRRR"!!

Jackson was imitating Mikey in a similar pose, but all Pete could focus on was his mate, and regular worship buddie, squeezing like crazy with all of his might as his thick pecs tightened and erupted from his chest, his gorgeous, blocky abs burst though his tummy, and the hard on stretching his now mucky, tan stained posing trunks visibly jolted underneath the shiny pink material.

"COME OOOOON!", Pete outrageously shouted, in an attempt to encourage Mikey to crank out his next most muscular pose with even more aggression and force. Pete's efforts worked brilliantly, as Mikey lifted both of his arms up, and cranked them back down with brutal force into a crab most muscular, while releasing his loudest, and cockiest shout yet. "ARRRGGGHHHH"!!

Jackson responded by belting out his own crab most muscular with an indecent "YEEEEAAASSSS!", and Pete watched on from the seat of his sofa, his dick juddering, and pre-cum dripping into his boxers as the two flexing muscle bulls before him tried to outdo each other in the most outrageous and erotically charged display of testosterone fuelled, attitude packed posing he'd ever witnessed.

When the monsters had stopped posing, the atmosphere immediately lightened, and all three lads were grinning wildly and chuckling to each other. Jackson was bent over with his hands rested on his ridiculous quads, panting and trying to catch his breathe after posing so hard. Mikey, meanwhile, wasn't showing any signs of exhaustion. As part of his superpower, he could pose for as long as he wanted and never get tired. Pete knew that, if Mikey could, he would just carry on cranking out most musculars until he finally blew a load into his bright pink, mucky pup posing trunks.

"Awesome job lads", Pete said, still grinning. Mikey had placed his hand on Jackson's ridiculously broad back. Jackson straightened up, still panting slightly, his big abs moving in and out of his ever so slight turtle tummy. Mikey's hand had dropped to his side, and as the two shredded muscle bulls standing in the middle of Pete's living room looked at each other, the atmosphere in the room seemed to shift once again.

Jackson was the first to make a move. Wrapping one of his huge arms around Mikey’s enormous back, he invited him into his hulking mass of monstrous muscle. Responding by wrapping his own arms around Jackson, Mikey sank his own freak show worthy body into Jackson's, becoming completely engulfed by his hard, shredded mass.

Mikey’s thick, bumpy abs pressed against Jackson’s, his huge, balloon-like tits squeezed against his, their quads fought for space, and his rock hard, bright pink posing trunk covered hard on pushed as tight as it could against Jackson’s big, purple trunk covered bulge. His fingers dug into Jackson’s thick lats and, as he sunk his head into Jackson’s bull-like traps, he groaned with pleasure. Having his 300 lbs body engulfed by the huge mass of muscle belonging to one of the world’s top bodybuilders, Mikey felt like his cock was going to explode at any given moment.

After their initial embrace, Jackson invited Pete over to join them, and he and Mikey proceeded to touch, explore and worship every inch of the Jackson James Jones impersonator's magnificent, beast-like physique. Mikey had touched his own huge muscle many times. He’d even touched Pete’s flexed bicep and modestly thick pecs before. But nothing compared to the sensation of feeling the gigantic sized, fully flexed mass of the American muscle God before him.

Mikey had never been attracted to anyone as much as he was attracted to Jackson. It was like his ultimate fantasy had come to life. In turn, Jackson was as equally attracted to Mikey. Jackson also loved seeing Pete’s over-excited and awe stricken reaction to his mass and the fact that it seemed like he was on the verge of cumming in his pants any moment, as he worshipped the two magnificent muscle bulls in his living room.

But what Jackson really loved was seeing Mikey in a state of pent up ecstasy as he squeezed Jackson’s tits and dug his fingers into his biceps. There was something slightly more sensual in Mikey’s touch too. In turn, Jackson was a lot more attentive and affectionate towards Mikey than he was with Pete.

Mid way through being worshipped by the two lads, Jackson, with his arm still wrapped around Mikey, and their huge, bronzed bodies pressed up against each other, pushed his face towards Mikey’s, and gently brushed his nose with his, inviting him to draw his lips to his. Mikey took the invite, and the two muscle monsters were suddenly lost in a deep, passionate kiss. At the same time, Pete drew his lips to one of Jackson’s ginormous sized muscle tits, and began to passionately suck on the obscenely thick pec muscle.

Before long, all three lads had made their way to Pete’s bedroom. Together, they were just one big heaving mass of pent up, sexually charged muscle. Three men completely lost in the act of extreme muscle worship. All ready for their cocks to explode with cum at any given moment. Jackson and Mikey could not take their hands and eyes off each other, while Pete was completely lost in the freaky muscle exploding and bulging off both of their monstrous bodies.

With his hands running over Jackson’s barn door back, his torso, quads and pink posing trunk covered cock pressed tightly against his, and his wet tongue passionately dancing with Jackson’s, Mikey released a muffled groan. He couldn’t hold it in any longer. He was sure he was about to unleash the most tremendous sized load of spunk in his mucky, tan drenched posers. But Jackson had other plans for Mikey. Sensing that neither of them were going to be able to hold their spunk in for much longer, Jackson spun around, pulled down his shiny purple posers so they were wedged half way down his gigantic sized quads and pushed Mikey’s torso and trunk covered bulge against his obscenely sized arse.

As Jackson climbed onto the edge of Pete’s bed so he was bent over on all fours, Mikey yanked down his tan stained posers, and pushed his huge, hard, throbbing cock into the tight, pink, twitchy hole nestled in the crack of Jackson’s ridiculously huge glutes.

Loud groans of ecstasy filled the room, and as Mikey thrust his cock in and out of Jackson’s fleshy hole, Pete turned his attention to Mikey’s muscles; squeezing, feeling and worshipping his bronzed balloons of indecent mass. Fucking a man who had somehow transformed into one of the top pro bodybuilders in the world, while simultaneously having his muscles worshipped by his eager and very sexy muscle loving mate, Mikey had transcended to a whole new level of pleasure.

Plunging his dick deep into Jackson’s enormous ass, Mikey suddenly came to a halt. He knew that his cock was about to explode in the next few seconds. One more thrust into the 320 lbs muscle monster's tight hole and it would be game over. But Mikey had another idea. He lifted both of his arms up, Pete’s fingers still gripping into his right bicep, and, with his dick still in Jackson’s arse, Mikey cranked down hard into one more final brutal crab most muscular, while opening his mouth wide and releasing the loudest and most animalistic bellow he could.


As he hit the peak of his pose, Mikey’s whole body started trembling. He groaned and growled louder as pleasure consumed every ounce of his 300 lbs freakishly muscular body and his cock exploded with the most magnificent sized load, filling up Jackson’s hole, and giving Mikey the most intense orgasm he’d ever had.

Jackson groaned and yelled with pleasure as his own dick exploded with cum, and a few seconds later, the room was filled with Pete’s orgasmic cries. Still gripping onto Mikey’s obscene mass with both hands, fountains of spunk started erupting freely from Pete’s dick and drenching the two sweaty, heaving, interlocked muscle Gods before him.

To be continued...

COMING UP IN PART 7: The mystery man inhabiting Jackson James Jones' body reveals both his true identity, and his superpower. Plus, muscle loving couple Timmy and Chuck make a re-appearance. 

Saturday, 26 August 2017


"Mikey’s traps erupted before Chuck’s eyes. Everything on the monster’s upper body tightened and expanded in size. All Chuck could see before him was a mass of freaky, flexed muscle. Perfectly sculpted and bronzed. Wrapped in tight, thin skin. Striations appearing and veins erupting in the most unlikely of places.

Mikey’s presence and power seemed to completely engulf Chuck. He could see the lucky beads of sweat glistening on the surface of the muscle. He could feel the heat and adrenaline radiating off Mikey’s body. And all the time an intoxicating aroma filled the air; the powerful, masculine scent of a 300 lbs sweat and tan drenched muscle bull."

Mucky pup posing trunks fucking DRENCHED in tan, sweat, oil and slop (SLURP!)…flirtatious 320 lbs American pro bodybuilders (or are they?!)…The Irresistible Ass Man wiggling, shaking and slapping his enormous sized bottom (imagine Steve Orton’s ass but BIGGER!) for a hypnotised audience (the cheeky bugger)…and one lucky, muscle loving audience member who can’t stop his mind from slipping into fantasies about licking the sweat off of all twenty-four of The Amazing Abs Man’s tummy's all here in part 5 of "Mikey The Human Muscle Morph".

Here are some links to the first four parts in case anyone has missed any...


And thank you to the Anonymous commenter from part 2 who suggested the idea of Mikey's pink posers "getting all mucky from the tan, oil and sweat rubbing off his thighs onto his bulge" (FUCKING HELL!!), which inspired me to make a few changes to this, and the previous chapter!

And with that, before the story continues, I feel like it's a good time to re-acquaint everyone with my "mucky pups" posing trunks post! GOD I LOVE IT!!

Chapter Eight


Mikey Maguire had arrived backstage to find Jackson James Jones and Shaun Slater standing there with awe-stricken expressions, after having just watched the whole of Mikey’s routine from the side of the stage. It had been Shaun, aka The Irresistible Ass Man, who had spoken.

Mikey was on a high like no other. He’d just revealed his secret superpower of being able to transform into a 300 lbs shredded muscle beast to the whole arena during his incredibly animated posing routine. He’d displayed more cockiness on stage than he ever had during any of his flexing sessions in the privacy of his bedroom. Spurred on by the audience reaction, Mikey had completely let go of his inhibitions.

“That was fucking unbelievable mate”, Jackson James Jones added, in awe. Mikey was feeling so brave that he was almost tempted to take two steps towards the mass monster before him, wrap his arms around and engulf him with his own huge bronzed mass, while pressing his lips against Jackson’s in a passionate and sexually charged kiss. Instead, in an outrageously cocky move, he threw his arms around the back of his head, and cranked down into a quick abs and thighs pose, while scrunching up his face, and letting out a deep, grizzly growl.

“YEAH MIKEY!”, Shaun shouted. All three men were now laughing at his shameless and spontaneous flex out. Mikey couldn’t help it. He just wanted to flex and pose and show off his mass to anyone lucky enough to bear witness. Mikey now knew what he was destined to be; a mass monstrous muscle freak who lived and breathed for being huge and flexing in shiny posers, as a group of spectators looked on in awe and admiration, every one of them battling emotions of awe, admiration, envy, and arousal.

“That routine was fucking bonkers mate”, Shaun said. “Not to mention your power!”, Jackson added. Mikey no longer felt nervous in front of Jackson. After what he’d just experienced, the cheers of the crowd still ringing in his ears, he didn’t think he’d ever feel nervous about anything ever again.

“Thanks Jackson”, he beamed. “So, you’re like, some sort of human muscle morph?”, Jackson asked. Mikey grinned, completely unaware that Jackson had just unknowingly invented Mikey’s superpower name that would be used by many from that day on.

“Yep!”, Mikey proudly replied. “Just an ordinary sized average Joe one minute, and then BOOM…a fuck-off huge muscle monster the next”. Shaun and Jackson laughed, clearly loving Mikey’s new found confidence. He’d never described himself in such a way before, and it felt both amazing and incredibly empowering to do so. Mikey knew he sounded cocky, but he didn’t give a fuck. I’m supposed to be cocky, he thought. I’m a fucking BODYBUILDER. And an absolutely MONSTROUS one at that.

The trio of muscle bulls were suddenly interrupted by an announcement. Shaun was being called on stage to perform his posing routine. “Oh shit! I don’t know how I’m gonna be able to follow THAT, but wish me luck guys”, Shaun said as he held out both of his fists, one each for Mikey and Jackson to bump. Mikey was sure that Shaun Slater was straight, but it didn’t stop him from lusting over him. Shaun was both huge and absolutely fucking gorgeous. In fact, if it weren’t for the absurdly handsome, 320 lbs, All American meat monster stood in front of him, who, amazingly had been flirting with him for the past few hours, Mikey would have probably spent the whole day secretly pining over Shaun Slater.

As Shaun made his way out to the stage, Mikey and Jackson made the schoolboy error of watching him leave. Both fell instantly under the spell of his superpower, and  become momentarily hypnotised by his utterly enormous bottom. Mikey’s own gargantuan sized ass was still proudly on display. He hadn’t retrieved the back of his super shiny pink posing trunks from the crack of his glutes, and had absolutely no intention of doing so any time soon.

“Seriously bud. You really tore up that stage. Best posing routine I think I’ve ever fucking seen!”, Jackson told Mikey, once they were no longer under the trance of Shaun’s bum. “Thanks Jackson”, Mikey replied. The energy and electricity between the two monstrously sized muscle men as they stood facing each other was incredible. Mikey had never been so attracted to anyone before in his life. He was sure that it would only take a ten second hug with Jackson to cause his dick to explode in his tan stained posing trunks. He wanted so badly to kiss him. To reach out and touch the two slabs of pec meat bulging off his chest, to feel his enormous sized, fully flexed biceps and to reach round and feel those gigantic wing-like lats which made up his back. He wanted to touch and worship every single inch of this magnificent muscle bull’s body, and he wanted his own freak show muscle to be worshipped by Jackson in return.

Mikey had to know. He just had to know exactly who this man was before him. “So…”, Mikey, somewhat cautiously, began. “Now you know my power. Do I get to find out yours”? Jackson’s mouth curled into a cheeky, but slightly bashful grin.

“Awww mate! You are an absolute LEGEND! I mean…WOW”! Mikey and Jackson were suddenly interrupted by Pete Potter, who’d arrived backstage to talk to his friend Mikey. It was the first time Mikey had been disappointed to see Pete. He couldn’t have picked a worse time to interrupt.

But as he thanked his friend, who looked genuinely proud of him, Mikey was overcome with guilt at feeling annoyed by the interruption. He hadn’t known him long, but Pete had become somewhat special to Mikey. And if it wasn’t for him, he wouldn’t be at this very competition, having just revealed to a theatre full of people what his superpower was, and now stood flirting with one of the biggest bodybuilders on the planet. Or at least a person who had taken over his body with whatever superpower he possessed.

“That opening was just incredible. The audience were fucking lapping it up. How long have you been planning THAT for?”, Pete asked. “Erm…about twenty minutes before I did it”, Mikey replied. “It was partly inspired by Jackson here. He asked me what my power was and I just thought ‘fuck it’. I guess I was just sick of hiding my power”, Mikey explained. “Not that I’m exactly gonna walk back into my parents house looking like this”, he added. “But…well…if they happened to find out, would it really be that bad”?

“So is the world gonna get to see this version of Mikey a bit more often then?”, Pete asked. “Too fucking right”, Mikey replied. He wasn’t sure how long the feeling would last, but Mikey had no intention of changing back to his ordinary sized self any time soon. He was a 300 lbs shredded to buggery muscle freak with biceps bigger than most blokes head’s and he absolutely fucking loved it.

“Do you think I’d get arrested if I just permanently walked around in my pink posing trunks?”, Mikey joked. Jackson and Pete laughed. “With your massive ass hanging out like the way it is now, probably YES”, Pete replied. Mikey beamed. He loved it when Pete commented on his body parts.

“What do you say we give it a go, Mikey?”, Jackson cheekily asked. “After the show, you, me and Pete catch the tube to Piccadilly Circus and do a bit of shopping. You and me wearing nothing but trainers and posing trunks"?

Mikey grinned and his eyes widened. He knew Jackson was only joking, but he really, really loved that idea. He was pretty sure Pete would get a kick out of doing it too.

“The posers might need a bit of a clean up first though”, Jackson outrageously added with a devilish smirk. Mikey looked down and was once more reminded of just how mucky his posers had gotten during the show. His greasy bronzed competition tan had gotten all around the bulge and the edges of the pink trunks. Even the right strap had a spot of bronzed tan on it. He dreaded to think what state the back of them were in.

Mikey had no idea why, but the fact his trunks had gotten so messy, and the damp feeling of the sweat soaked material clinging to his dick made him feel even more horny than he already did. He wondered whether he’d be able to get the tan stains out in the wash. And then he realised that he didn’t actually want to.

He then wondered whether the shiny material of the posers still had the unique, and oddly horny smell, that he’d discovered they had on the very day he’d bought them, when he’d gotten them back to his hotel room. Or, in fact, whether the tan, sweat and oil they were now covered in had compromised that smell, or even mixed with it to form some new incredibly hot odour. Mikey suddenly had the urge to run to the nearest bathroom, whip off his damp, mucky pup trunks, bring the shiny pink material to his nose and just take a massive whiff.

“In all seriousness though”, Jackson continued. “If you guys wanna hang out after the show, I’m not busy”.

And with those words, Mikey’s heart suddenly felt like it had jumped into his throat. He cautiously looked at Pete, who looked completely taken aback by Jackson’s suggestion.

“Yeah!”, Pete replied, with a hint of surprise. “I mean, Mikey is staying at mine, so we were just gonna hang out anyway. But you’re welcome to come over too”.

“Awesome!”, Jackson replied. The flirtation in his voice was back, and there was a hint of suggestion in the grin he was giving the two men before him.

“So what do you lads like to do for fun?”, he asked.

Pete and Mikey exchanged mischievous grins. “Well, I used to help Mikey with his posing. Until I discovered that he didn’t actually need any help. So now I just mostly watch him pose”, Pete said.

“Sounds like fun”, Jackson replied. Mikey’s heart was pounding. Was this really happening? “Do you think you can handle this much muscle, Pete?”, Jackson outrageously teased.

Pete smirked and looked from 300 lbs British muscle monster Mikey Maguire to 320 lbs American beef mountain Jackson James Jones. “Fuck yeah!”, he excitedly replied.

“One thing though, guys”, Jackson said, with a hint of seriousness. “Would it matter if…“, at this point he leaned into Mikey and Pete and lowered his voice, “I wasn’t the real Jackson James Jones”?

Mikey felt like his heart was expanding in his chest. So he wasn’t the real Jackson James Jones after all. Somehow, that knowledge made Mikey feel even more excited.

“Not to me”, Pete said. Both lads were now looking at Mikey for his answer. “Definitely not”, he said, which made the Jackson impersonator before him beam. “I would kinda like to know what your power is though”, Mikey said with caution. “If you don’t mind telling us of course”.

“I don’t”, Jackson replied. “But I sometimes find it…ruins things”, he mysteriously said, with a slight hint of unexpected sadness. “So I will tell you what my power is. I’ll even show you if you want. But for the moment…”, and his mouth suddenly curled into a mischievous grin and he looked Mikey directly in the eyes, before he continued, “can I just be Jackson James Jones”?

As Mikey looked into the gorgeous twinkling eyes of the magnificent muscle bull before him, his heart melted. And in that very moment, he couldn’t remember ever wanting anything, or anyone more.


“And your final pose gentlemen. Most muscular”!

The audience of the bodybuilding show at the Annual Superpower Games erupted in loud, excited cheers as the six very different muscle freaks on stage cranked out the final pose of the very last comparisons round of this year’s show.

“ARRRGGGHH”! “TTSSSSSSS”! “YEEEEARRRGHHS”!! All six posing trunk sporting bodybuilders were squeezing hard and animatedly cranking out their most musculars like their lives depended on it.

On the far left side of the line up, The Human Road Map was hitting his pose with his fists clasped together. His cheeks were puffed out in an exaggerated manner, while a thousand, wiry, freakish veins erupted underneath his paper thin skin and plastered his pecs, delts and biceps. His thick, meaty quads were still as unbelievably vascular as they’d been throughout the show.

Next to him was Shaun, aka The Irresistible Ass Man, hitting his most muscular in a similar style to The Human Road Map, though with his utterly gorgeous face contorted into the cockiest manner, glaring at the audience with his teeth gritted in an “eat shit” grin. His humongous sized shoulders, triceps and biceps were popping out on both sides of his frame to a laughable degree.

On the far right side of the line up stood The Amazing Abs Man, the leanest bodybuilder on stage, who had opted to hit his most muscular with both of his hands resting on the side of his quads. He was gently twisting from side to side, presumably to show off all twenty-four of his gorgeous, saran wrap skin covered tummy muscles to the audience, all of which were glistening with a mixture of his competition tan and sweat. He clearly knew it wasn’t his best pose, but he obviously still loved hitting it, as his exceptionally handsome face was beaming with pride and pleasure.

Next to him was Bicycle Pump Boy, who had began the comparisons round as one of the biggest lads on stage, but was finishing as one of the smallest. His superpower was clearly wearing off, as every one of his once enormous sized, insatiably thick, balloon-like muscles had slowly deflated as the competition had gone on.

And so, with his eyes jam shut, Bicycle Pump Boy squeezed his crab most muscular with an incredible amount of effort, his rather flustered and anxiety-ridden face going red in the process, as if squeezing his muscles would somehow make them huge again. Unfortunately the opposite happened; they seemed to deflate even further, making him look more like an amateur, first time competitor, completely out of his depth in a line up of shredded freaks and beasts.

This wasn’t helped by the fact that Bicycle Pump Boy happened to be standing next to the biggest muscle bull on the stage; famous American pro bodybuilder, Jackson James Jones, who was hunched over in an explosive crab most muscular. His eyes were tight shut, his mouth was wide open and he was bellowing out the most outrageous, testosterone fuelled growl in the most aggressive fashion. He was now almost twice as big as the poor man to his right, and just a little bit bigger than the bodybuilder to his left. The last competitor in the line up, who the audience now knew as Mikey M, the guy they’d watched transform his slim built body into that of an excessively sized muscle monster in two seconds flat.

Displaying about three times more attitude than he had in the prejudging part of the show, Mikey was belting out his own crab most muscular pose. With his mouth animatedly stretched open, and also growling like an animal, Mikey was showing just as much cockiness and attitude as the muscle God next to him.

It was hard for Chuck Carter, who was watching the whole scene from his seat in the audience, to deny that Jackson was not only the biggest of the two of them, but had Mikey beat in this particular pose, both in terms of muscularity, cockiness and sheer in-yer-face, pant creaming attitude. Despite this, Chuck had no doubts that, out of the two tan drenched muscle monsters, Mikey was the bodybuilder revelling in the moment and enjoying it the most. In fact, no one seemed to be having more fun on stage than Mikey.

“And if the music man is ready…let’s get a posedown”.

Loud music filled the arena and the audience started to loudly cheer as all six of the superpower wielding bodybuilders ran to the front of the stage and starting blasting out various poses.

All Chuck wanted to do was watch Mikey, who was cranking out an incredible pec exploding side chest with an over excited grin, with Jackson and Shaun either side of him imitating the pose, but a scene at the far right of the stage was distracting him.

A man had run on stage and up to Bicycle Pump Boy with some kind of equipment in his hand. Chuck couldn’t help but gawp as the man proceeded to plug the end of a long lead into the bodybuilder’s bum. Before Chuck knew what was happening, Bicycle Pump Boy’s body parts were blowing up one by one until he was the obscenely pumped and outrageously huge muscle bull he’d been at the start of the competition.

Once his friend had done his job and retreated back into the audience, Bicycle Pump Boy celebrated his freshly pumped body by running to the front of the stage and cranking out a massive most muscular with a cocky as fuck grin and a loud, grizzly growl to rapturous applause.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the stage, Jackson James Jones and Mikey both now had their arms wrapped around each other’s shoulders. The sides of their torsos were pushed tightly together and they were both hitting a simultaneous abs and thighs pose.

Chuck’s cock juddered at the sight of the two biggest monsters of the show wrapped in an embrace; their waists and quads pressing against each other’s. It was like watching one big wall of tan drenched, sweat soaked muscle. Nothing but hard, flexed, freaky muscle, popping and exploding in every direction.

But what Chuck was really struggling to tear his eyes away from was Mikey’s pink posing trunk encased bulge, now straining the obscenely shiny material to the absolute maximum. There was no doubt about it; Mikey was sporting a full on boner. And now his trunks were well and truly plastered in greasy, bronzed competition tan and the sweat of the 300 lbs muscle monster wearing them. He’d never seen a pair of posing trunks so badly in need of a wash. They were fucked. Well and truly fucked.

Chuck’s cock, now wet with pre-cum, pulsated furiously and his chest expanded with excitement as he imagined Mikey rushing back to his hotel room completely alone to blow a tremendous load into the crotch of the muckiest and messiest posing trunks Chuck had ever seen on a bodybuilding stage.

And then something was suddenly facing Chuck, and the rest of the audience, which he really couldn’t take his eye away from; the excessive sized, ridiculously developed bottom of The Irresistible Ass Man, who had now turned to face the rear of the stage, ready to hypnotise anyone who happened to glance at his enormous, posing trunk devouring glutes.

Chuck knew the bodybuilder must be hitting rear poses, but he had no idea which ones. All he could do was stare at Shaun’s magnificent bum cheeks. What followed then was about three minutes of Shaun doing nothing but pulling the cheekiest and most outrageous moves for the benefit of anyone under his hypnosis. He wiggled his oversized arse, continuously bent forward to show off his posing trunk covered crack to his victims, wiggled his oversized bottom whilst bent over, squatted down, tensed and flexed his glutes so that a dozen crazy lines and striations appeared in all their freaky glory, and even gave his enormous rump a few cheeky slaps.

Even under his deep hypnosis, a fantasy scene began to play out in Chuck’s head, whereby his face was firmly implanted in between Shaun’s two mammoth sized arse cheeks, and his wet tongue was wedged firmly inside of, and filling up his eager hole. Chuck knew that if he ever managed to get his dick inside an ass that huge and muscular, it would probably only be about twenty seconds before it exploded, and he blew the most intense load inside said bodybuilder’s meat furnace.

Chuck had often wondered if there was a superpower which enabled you to cum and cum as much, and for as long, as you wanted, and just what the owner of said superpower would be called. Mr Never-Ending Orgasm perhaps? Imagining plunging his dick into the enormous sized glutes of The Irresistible Ass Man, Chuck had never wished he owned such a superpower more.

It was only when The Irresistible Ass Man had finally spun back around to face the audience, breaking the spell Chuck and, no doubt, dozens of others around him had been under, that Chuck suddenly realised the majority of the bodybuilders had now jumped into the audience.

Just a few yards away from him, The Human Road Map was standing with a group of eager spectators crowded around him. The female robotic voice was booming from his chest, giving all sorts of directions as people excitedly called out various English towns and cities and watched his crazy superpower at work.

Out of the corner of his eye, Chuck then noticed two of the bodybuilders climbing up onto the judges table. Bicycle Pump Boy was blowing up his gigantic sized biceps for the audience below him with a look of sheer pleasure on his face. Next to him, The Amazing Abs Man had thrown his arms over his head, and was crunching down on his abdominal covered midsection. He scrunched up his face, manically grinned and wrinkled his nose like a rabbit’s as he gently twisted from side to side, showing all twenty-four of his beautifully carved out tummy muscles.

Chuck watched on as sweat trickled down the muscle freak’s midsection. His dick pulsated in his pants as he imagined himself walking up to the superpower welding bodybuilder, drawing his mouth to his phenomenal, muscle exploding stomach and licking said sweat off one of his many shredded abdominals with his tongue, before licking, sucking and worshiping every inch of the muscle with his mouth, and then doing the exact same thing with the other twenty-three gorgeous and crazily developed abs bursting through the bodybuilder’s midsection.

A scene happening at the very front row brought Chuck out of his abs worship fantasy. Leaning into the aisle between him and the next block of chairs, his heart got caught in his throat when he saw exactly what had caused the commotion. People were loudly cheering and clapping as the two biggest monsters of the show, Mikey and Jackson James Jones, were working their way down the walkway, stopping at various audience members to flex and squeeze and hit various poses in front of them.

Mikey seemed to be revelling in the glory more than Jackson. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying himself more than any other bodybuilder in the posedown. Grinning from ear to ear, Mikey looked like his whole monstrous sized and insanely conditioned body was about to burst from adrenaline. As he worked his way through the audience of his adoring and cheering fans, Mikey seemed to be stopping at every person seated in the aisle of each row. Sometimes cheekily pointing at and engaing with the lucky audience member before hitting whatever pose he chose.

He cranked out a massive front lat spread with a loud, “OOOOOF” noise in front of the man in the second row, belted out a pec erupting side chest with an outrageous grunt in front of the poor unsuspecting lady seated behind him, then crunched out an insane abs and thighs with a loud, “HREEUGGHH” in front a young man in the fourth row, who looked to be no older than in his late teens.

As Mikey got closer to Chuck, his heart suddenly leaped into his throat. He was sitting in the aisle seat of his row. If the magnificent, sweat and tan drenched muscle God continued to stop and flex for every person seated on the aisle of each row, then it would be Chuck’s turn very soon.

Nerves and adrenaline seared through his body as the muscle freak stopped in front of the man seated in front of him. Barely a foot away, Chuck was completely blown away by the magnificent meat monster. Every body part looked even more ginormous and otherworldly close up. Each abdominal looked bigger than the size of Chuck’s fist. His frame was gigantic. His shoulders preposterous. One of his quads looked bigger than Chuck’s whole torso. And as the monster placed his right fist on his waist, and threw up his left arm, his ludicrously sized bicep muscle exploded and erupted from his upper arm like the eighth wonder of the world.

As the man in the seat in front of Chuck whooped and cheered, Mikey, with a mischievous and excited grin on his face, bought his bicep down in front of the man’s face. Chuck watched in amazement as the lucky audience member in front of him clasped the enormous bicep muscle with his hand, and everyone around the scene roared with laughter. Chuck noticed the back of the man’s neck had gone bright red. He had no idea how he was still conscious. And how he’d managed to stop from blowing a massive wad of cum in his jeans the moment his fingers made contact with Mikey‘s muscle.

And then all of Chuck’s thoughts completely drifted away. Mikey and his monstrous mass had stopped at his chair, and was now standing over him in all their magnificent glory.

Time seemed to slow down as Chuck glanced up at the muscle God, bearing down at him and meeting his eyes with a playful, cocky smirk on his face. All Chuck could see was muscle. Obscene, unapologetic, inhuman mass. Bulging and exploding from the frame of the bodybuilder before him. And then all Chuck could see was Mikey’s posers. Mikey’s gloriously mucky, shiny pink posers. One of the biggest bodybuilder’s bulges Chuck had ever seen stared back at him, fully erect and stretching out the material of one of the grubbiest, tan wrecked pairs of posers he’d ever witnessed.

Chuck wanted to pause time. To revel in this glorious, once-in-a-lifetime moment. But the 300 lbs muscle monster towering above him had other plans.


Before Chuck had time to process another thought, Mikey was squeezing out an incredible crab most muscular with all of his might, just inches away from his face; the loud roar of the muscle beast ringing in his ears.

Mikey’s traps erupted before Chuck’s eyes. Everything on the monster’s upper body tightened and expanded in size. All Chuck could see before him was a mass of freaky, flexed muscle. Perfectly sculpted and bronzed. Wrapped in tight, thin skin. Striations appearing and veins erupting in the most unlikely of places.

Mikey’s presence and power seemed to completely engulf Chuck. He could see the lucky beads of sweat glistening on the surface of the muscle. He could feel the heat and adrenaline radiating off the monster’s body. And all the time an intoxicating aroma filled the air; the powerful, masculine scent of a 300 lbs sweat and tan drenched muscle bull.

Chuck looked up at Mikey’s face, now just inches away from his. Bronzed, handsome and both masculine but strangely boyish, it was now contorted in an outrageously cocky fashion, and lit up by a manic, teeth bearing grin. Mikey’s eyes glistened as they met with Chuck’s. The glory, pleasure and undeniable power of being a superior muscle God, both torturing and treating the mere mortal before him in equal measures, was palpable to anyone witnessing the scene.

Chuck wanted to cum. He wanted to whip his cock out there and then and just splurt a massive load of muscle loving spunk over the indecent slabs of mass on the flexing bodybuilder before him. He wanted to reach out and feel the monster’s biceps, squeeze his massive tits, grab a hold of his skin splitting traps and take his trunk covered bulge in his mouth and suck on the tan covered fabric until Mikey blew a massive wad of cum through the shiny material, and into Chuck’s eager mouth.

And then Mikey stopped posing, and as soon as the moment had come, it had gone. Chuck spent the rest of the posedown on an incredible high. Adrenaline surging through his body, as he replayed the moment Mikey had squeezed a most muscular in his face over and over again.

He was still replaying the moment when Mikey, the clear crowd favourite, collected his second place trophy, to a mix of deafening cheers and boos from the audience, and a rather apologetic and guilty looking Jackson James Jones took first place. Mikey, meanwhile, still revelling in the glory of being a huge, shredded freak on a bodybuilding stage, didn’t seem to care one bit that he’d lost out to first place.

It was only with the show drawing to an end, that Chuck suddenly focused his thoughts back to the plan he’d hatched with his boyfriend Timmy Tate. While all of the other audience members left the show, Chuck would have to get back to the pump room, and back to Timmy.

Whatever might happen from that moment was difficult for Chuck to predict, but there was a fairly good chance that his boyfriend wasn’t done having his fun just yet.

To be continued...


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