Muscle Daddy Gym Crush [Muscle Morph] Muscle Growth [Transformatioin Fantasy]

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In the last few weeks, you'd seen him a few times before. He must be new to town, you thought to yourself. Or at least, this side of town.

Or maybe, he ate everyone at his other gym and needed more nourishment, so he came here. The guy was just that big. You couldn't help but notice.

He was massive, built like a Greek god or a superhero. Not necessarily quite as ripped, but he appeared to have enough muscle on his frame to bench press a Volkswagen. And his face, chiseled from stone with a beard that would make anyone weak in the knees.

You didn't even want to go to the gym tonight, but right now, you are glad that you did. This huge, beefy hulk of a man is providing just the distraction that you needed. His muscles were bulging as he pounded out rep, after rep, after rep on that bench press.

His grunting was like a mating call to you, irresistible. It made you tingle to your core. You thought you might have to wipe drool off of your chin, so you looked away at a clock on the wall.

It read 9.50pm. The gym was only open a few more minutes, but the handsome hulk in the tank top didn't look like he was going anywhere anytime soon, and you couldn't imagine the army it would take to make him. You wanted to grab hold and feel his power while he exerted enough force to seemingly stop a locomotive, and while you were at it, maybe lick the sweat off his neck, and then his burly, hairy chest.

You closed your eyes and briefly imagined straddling him on that bench, feeling his sweat on your thighs, the sweet scent of testosterone and manly pheromones. You imagined grabbing hold of his meaty arms as he pressed the unbelievable weight up and down, more times than seems humanly possible, grunting, straining, moaning, with a painful pleasure with each lift. This wasn't the type of attention-grabbing grunt from a college gym bro curling 35-pound dumbbells and acting like they were superman, this was from a man who had to grunt, lifting enough weight to crush just about anyone else in this place.

Impressed was an understatement, aroused, oh yeah. You were so caught up fantasizing about this hulk that you forgot the time. Most of the gym lights had been cut off now, leaving a pleasant dimness throughout the place.

Before you could grab your things and leave, Hey, a voice said to you, stay as long as you like, I'm going to be here for at least two more hours, so don't feel rushed at all. You looked up, a towering figure stood over you, a sweaty, muscular, handsome, it was him. Hey, I'm Jackson, I bought this place a few weeks ago, just been laying low watching everyone, listening to conversations and looking for ways to improve, I figure it's easier and more accurate than sending out a survey, way more fun at least, he said as you stared up at one hairy peck that had slipped out of his tank top, the nipple beckoned to you.

He didn't seem the type to care, not that you would have said anything anyway. You felt sorry for his other peck that didn't get to see the light of day. You wanted to reach up and grab them.

You would moan with pleasure and bounce them as you squeezed, but you didn't, you tried to play it cool. Hey, are you okay? You look out of breath, he said, noticing your silence, it's just, you're so, you stumbled across each word, big, he finished, yeah, yeah, big.

I get that a lot, he said, I also get people asking me to flex, and I love it, I always oblige. Was he teasing you, you thought? He was basically asking you to ask him to flex, wasn't he? Still stumbling over words, you couldn't miss the opportunity.

Would you, he whispered, for me? Oh, hell yeah, everyone else is gone, and no one asked me today, it made me feel small. I am all yours, he said, as you quivered in disbelief.

He clenched his fist as his hairy forearms rippled with veins and striations as he popped out a most muscular pose. You were mesmerized. Oh, he realized, you can't see the best part with this shirt on, can you? You want to do the honors? Damn right I do, you spoke without hesitation.

He kneeled down, all the while still flexing, so that you could peel off his sweat-drenched tank top. It smelled perfect, you thought. His body was even more beautiful than you imagined while undressing him earlier with your eyes.

It was the perfect combination of huge muscle, body hair, and a slight layer of fat that gave him a mature, manly look, like a guy that worked out like crazy, split logs in his free time, and tossed back some beers with the boys if there was any free time left. Go ahead, he demanded. You can touch.

Before he'd even finished speaking, your hand was on his bicep. It was rock solid. Feels good, don't it? He asked confidently.

I felt bigger, you joked. What? He barked back, not getting your joke.

Oh, let me at him. I want to see the man with bigger guns than these. How do you know it's a man? You shot back.

Uh, well, I guess, uh. He stumbled. It was a beast, you joked again.

Okay, he said. Well, that makes sense. Well, show me the beast with bigger guns.

Ain't no way. You two chatted for a while. He continued to flex and show off.

It was difficult to tell who was having more fun, the big guy being admired, or you, the one worshipping all that delicious muscle. And then, out of nowhere, he blurted out, Hey, I got a secret that I bet you would love to hear, or see. Oh, really? You said, dying to know.

Tell me, and show me. I can grow, he said. Well, obviously, you said.

You've grown to the biggest dude I've ever seen. I mean, aside from that beast. No, no, he stated.

I can grow fast. You scoffed. Alright, guess you'll just have to prove it.

And before your very eyes, he did. His muscles swelled to unbelievable proportions. Before you knew it, he was eight feet, nine feet, twelve feet, fifteen feet tall.

Let's go outside, he demanded. I just bought this place. Don't want to rip off the roof just yet.

Hmm, better exit through the garage door. You were stunned, shocked, hypnotized, and very turned on. He grew, and grew, and grew, and grew.

Every muscle on his massive frame expanded with solid mass. You had to blink to make sure it was real. And then, as if growing that big wasn't enough, he asked, Now, what do you want me to do with all this muscle?

A shiver ran through your body as your brain immediately thought of over a hundred things you wanted to see that muscle do. I, uh, I, uh, but you couldn't decide. The thoughts of those big, powerful muscles exerting their power overwhelmed you.

You passed the fuck out. All this, and you pass out? Jeez, come on.

Get yourself together. Really. Or let someone else take your place for God's sake.

You had this big, giant muscle god in front of you, and you pass out? We'll talk about that later. Hey, hey, wake up.

You okay? The big dude said. Yeah, yeah, I'm, uh, I'm, uh, Okay, good, he said.

I, uh, I just had the craziest fantasy, you said to him candidly. That was no dream, he said. You just couldn't handle the reality of it all.

You.