From: cograha@attglobal.net

"Rex" and the "mad" scientists

by Musclebuff

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1 : Interview

Yes, it looked just like the old Rex drawing I had blown up on my bedroom wall, 
except that the two guys were in regular surgical scrubs (their biceps 
practically bursting the short, short sleeves) rather than the sinister neck-to-
floor lab coats and gas-masks. Gas-masks? No, not these. They were real hunky 
and I got a woody on as soon as I entered their office.

No, it was their machine and the "patient" in the drawing that were so similar. 
Pipes, bottles, switches - nameless objects inserted in his every orifice, 
strange black rubber coveralls and a mask. Yes, he had a gas-mask to receive 
whatever the mad scientists were going to gas him with. But my two guys had the 
same drawing on the wall of their office and they called their machine "Rex" 
after it.

But what the hell was I doing in their office? I’m a big guy - 6'2" in my socks 
- and I had recently won the overall in the all-natural Musclemania contest. (I 
won the light-heavies the year before and moved up with a bit more muscle.) They 
had already canvassed a number of guys in that natural contest and others: they 
said their candidates had to be steroid-free for their experiment to work. When 
I walked in they were obviously depressed as they had not yet found a suitable 
candidate, they told me. I named a few guys and asked what was wrong with them: 
too many steroids in the past had apparently wrecked their DNA. And there were 
other things.

These two guys were sending out some kind of pheramones, because they had me all 
hot and bothered. They could see me squirming about, trying to hide the growing 
bulge in my cut-offs, but that was a good sign, they said, because not many of 
the other guys had responded in that way and it was important that they should - 
we had to be "compatible" with our "mad scientists". I’d find out what that 
wassall about if I came through their exam.

Then I had to be "completely unattached" - no family or job connections that 
would keep me ensnared in any way. Why? I asked. Because this is an extreme 
experiment and we are looking for someone who feels he has nothing to lose, in 
the event of the experiment going wrong. Wow. Matt was pacing nervously about, 
waiting for my answers: all the other guys they had interviewed obviously 
couldn’t face this for whatever reason. (Matt: tall, dark, muscular, wearing 
lycra shorts, bare torso under plaid shirt with the sleeves ripped off and open 
all the way down to show everything. Backward baseball cap (yuk) and shades. 
Done deliberately to release the pheramones?) Zipp asked me how I felt about all 
this. (Zipp: tall, blonde, huge, jeans containing giant quads half-way down his 
butt showing the top of a jock; muscleshirt ripped off under the pecs, 
displaying one of the most perfect set of 10-packs I’ve ever seen. More 
pheramones.) I was weighing all this up in silence for a moment. Losing his 
patience, Matt finally asked Whether I wanted to be real big or not? Zipp: Was I 
prepared to stake everything, even my life, to be bigger than any Olympia 
winner? Not if it involved steroids, I said.

Zipp: That’s the whole beauty of this experiment - no steroids are involved - 
it’s all organic.

Then what’s the risk?

We’ve tried it on each other in moderate amounts and we’ve gotten to be as big 
as we are (Read: pretty big) . We can’t go the next step on either of us because 
if it fails and one of us is lost, that’s it.

Matt: So what we’re looking for is someone who wants to be big so badly, someone 
with no family attachments or other baggage, good or bad, that he’s prepared to 
risk everything for the "Big" Opportunity. How big do you want to be?

Know those Master N. pics on the web? That’s how big.

We know them - which one?

The ones that are really well-proportioned. Bulk-big doesn’t interest me unless 
the proportions are great. Like Sarcev or my name-sake, Bob Paris - only much, 
much bigger.

Cocks and all, like the N guys?

You bet!

It’s good you feel that way, because a lot of the development process is 
stimulated by the thought patterns of the patient himself. And it will only work 
on guys that already have a good musculature. Sorry, but none of the 95 pound 
weakling transformation stuff will work.

I was mulling all this over, getting really excited. Stood up and started pacing 
myself. A real N-guy? Wow. What the hell - I’d had a great life and had gone as 
far as I could go in the bodybuilding scene without resorting to steroids. If I 
could beat out the Olympia guys without them, anything was worth it. I stopped 
pacing as I had a real good think. Matt said, Zipp! and stopped pacing. They 
looked at each other, and Matt cocked his head in my direction. This was 
obviously a cue for something.

So far they’d had this pheramone effect on me from a way off. Now Zipp got up 
and they both advanced on me. The closer they got, the hotter I felt. And the 
hornier.

What is it with you guys? I got horny as soon as I came into your office, now I 
want to cum up both your asses! 

I started massaging my ever-growing bulge which was getting real uncomfortable 
in these tight jeans.

It’s what you might call Heavy Persuasion, said Matt, grinning, as he knocked my 
hand away from my dick and started massaging the length that had appeared out of 
the bottom of my cut-offs. Zipp got in close behind me so I could feel his 
crotch grinding against my butt. His hands came round to grab my meaty pecs with 
one hand and started twisting one of my oh-so-receptive nips with the other.

Matt flexed a mighty, veined bicep in my face. Want a bit of this, don’t ya? Go 
on, lick it! Admit it! You want it! And how about this?

He swung me around to face Zipp and forced the palm of my hand on to one of 
Zipp’s hard, swelling pecs, rubbing it hard into the flesh. You want all of this 
and more! If you’re lucky, you’ll get it.

What I want is all of both of you! They ground their huge torsos into mine, 
front and back, and had me squirming between their full, hard muscles, the meat 
in their relentless muscle sandwich. Pec to pec, bulging shorts against 
straining dicks, something long, thick and hard trying to ram itself up my ass 
through at lest two layers of cloth........

Jeez, guys! Leave me alone or I’m going to explode my gism all over your floor.

They laughed and stepped back. That’s just the effect we have on people since we 
treated each other with our basic procedure. You just wait till you’ve had the 
full treatment. Then you’ll really enjoy it. But we don’t want to influence you 
unduly, so we’ll back off.

Influence me unduly? Hell, you crazy hunks! You don’t give a guy much choice, do 
you?

Zipp: Seriously, we don’t want you to rush into this without a lot of thought 
about what the 

outcome may be. So, go home and think about it and let us know.

Matt: ASAP. Rubbing his crotch where a very large and long schlong had appeared 
above the top of his lycras.

You want me to do something about that? I asked him.

No, we’d all get in too deep. Go home and think. But just remember, if you’re 
prepared to let us use you as our guinea-pig, you could fulfil your wildest 
muscle-dreams. But consider the worst-case scenario too. Go home.

I went, but I wasn’t going to go home. What was there anyway except for a pile 
of muscle mags and a few trophies? I got into the street and looked up to where 
their window might be: Matt was stretching his back at the window with his hands 
behind his neck. Even from eight stories below I could see those massive bis 
bunching up and those abs contracting. The pheramone effect was still working! 
Then Zipp pulled him away from the window and I moved on out.

Half an hour of pacing round the block and I was back hammering on their door.

I’ve done enough thinking - when do we start?

They let out sighs of excited relief. A lot of pheramone-inducing claps on the 
shoulder and punches to the pecs and squeezing of huge bis (Don’t know how they 
expected me not to cum - it was a huge effort of willpower), then piles of 
instruction. Ten days of maximum protein ingestion, minimum ten hours sleep 
every night, work out really hard and get back into contest condition, and on NO 
account to cum in those ten days. If there was an unsolicited night loss, OK, 
but no fucking and no hand-jobs. It was CRUCIAL to maintain a full store in my 
nuts for the maximum effect of the procedure.

I got so excited at the prospect, don’t know how I stopped myself cumming over 
and over again in those ten days. But I did. Getting Maximum Big was more 
important.

 

2 : The Procedure (1)

It didn’t happen at their office, but in some crazy out-of-the-way spot up in 
Maine. Crazy out-of-the-way, maybe, but the place itself was as high tech as you 
can get. We flew up there and spent a comfortable evening walking about, eating 
and watching TV. And signing papers which would relieve them of any indemnity, 
whatever the result of the procedure might be. OK, so let’s get on with it. And, 
next morning, we did.

At the office in NY they had taken samples of urine and blood and I had been 
allowed to cum ONCE the same day I made my decision, because they needed a 
sample of that too. The data of all that got plugged into the computer. I could 
hardly sleep that first night in Maine. At about midnight, Zipp came in with 
some potion to make me sleep as he didn’t need me exhausted at the top of the 
show. I woke, fully refreshed and bounded down to breakfast.

Breakfast. Well, breakfast, if you counted a few pills and measured amounts of 
liquid nutrients out of sinister shaped bottles! After that - they now had their 
muscle-scrubs on - they rubbed me all over with some kind of depilatory (not the 
smelly Nair kind, thank God). They allowed me to do my own crotch and butt-crack 
as their pheramone-influenced hands would certainly have made me cum. Don’t know 
why I didn’t anyway, except from fear of wrecking my very own growth experiment. 
Then, we moved into the lab. 

Wow.

Talk about "Rex". There was a kind of white rubberized recliner, with a hole in 
the seat, and lots of hydraulic equipment to move it all about. That looked 
harmless enough. But the number of pipes and tubes and wires and attachments 
hanging over it and coming out of it, and the number of test-tubes and chromed 
containers would have scared off any patient in that Rex Drawing. The computer 
was already humming and there was a smell of ozone in the air. Matt and Zipp 
were clearly very high on all this, as excited as me, and now they put on their 
masks and caps and rubber gloves. That let me know the serious stuff was about 
to begin.

The first step was to rub me all over - and I mean ALL over - with some kind of 
aromatic oil. Then they let down from the ceiling this rubberized suit. This 
took about half an hour to get into with all three of us at it, pulling and 
tugging and smoothing. I’ve never been into runner or latex (Leather is another 
matter - the mix of muscle and leather is about as heady as you can get) But 
this one-piece silvery-black suit was something else. To begin with it was 
incredibly thin, thin as a condom - when it was on you could have seen every 
hair on my body - if there had been any. Secondly, as Zipp demonstrated, it was 
far more stretchable than any regular rubber suit would have been - enormous 
tensile strength, he said. Thirdly, it was a as sexy as hell. Matt pushed me 
towards a mirror to look - the fucking suit seemed to accentuate every striation 
of muscle on my body. My tongue fell out of my mouth as I felt around on my 
rubberized torso. I felt like cum-at-once great. 

Matt yanked me back from the mirror yelling, Don’t Cum! And shoved me towards 
Zipp who was openly feeling himself up as he looked at me and my muscle. The 
feeling I got from this combination of being stark-naked and coated in rubber, 
the suit slipping about on my oiled muscle was enough to make anyone cum. But we 
didn’t.

Then there was a kind of tight-fitting vest added: to regulate your body temp 
and make sure you don’t burn up or freeze! This was eventually fitted to a 
series of wires which were also going to monitor my heart beat, blood pressure 
and other functions.

Then came the fun part. Zipp pulled a kind of huge chrome dildo up through the 
hole in the recliner’s seat. He showed me the nozzle that went through the 
center of it. We’ll grease this up and then you’ll sit on it till it’s firmly 
embedded in your butt and pressing on your prostate. These containers are filled 
with gallons of processed gism that will be fed into you through this during the 
course of the procedure. This has been checked to be compatible with your DNA, 
and it’s gonna be the chief source of the nutrients which are going to make you 
big. As big as you’ve ever dreamed of. So, put up with it, shut up, and put it 
up you! You’re gonna need some help, so we’ll help you.

They placed it on the front of the recliner and fed it gently into my reluctant 
butt-hole. They both got their dicks out and whanged them, growing fast and 
veiny, into the palms of my hands. They both put their hands round my shoulders 
and started pushing me down. I’ve been fucked a lot (and fucked too) but this 
was something else. Holding on to their throbbing muscle-dicks helped. To begin 
with it was huge, then it was warm and softly throbbing. A mask was pulled down 
on to my face and Matt said, Breathe deep! Must have been some kind of amyl 
because I got such a charge from it that my butt welcomed that fucking 
mechanical fucker to the hilt in no time at all. And still they pushed down on 
my shoulders to make sure it was fully embedded.

Matt: OK, man, next step. This is the last time you’ll be able to walk around 
for some hours ‘cos you’re going to be fastened into that chair.

First of all, he pulled up the hood of suit, fitted it around my head and chin, 
then fastened the chin piece somehow to the front of the suit so that it was 
fully bonded and I was fully enclosed in it - except for the hole at my butt, 
another at the root of my dick, and the one at my face that I guessed was soon 
going to be covered with the mask. Real Rex-time!

They maneuvered me back on to the seat so that I was finally reclining. Then 
they tipped me up so they could get underneath to seal the hole round that 
mechanical schlong they had filled me with. Zipp then pulled down from above a 
monstrous object which he proceeded to lock round the root of my dick and balls, 
first pushing them through a rubber hole (read cock-ring) which gripped me 
tight. A metal contraption was then locked round my dick which became both 
inflated and invisible.

Zipp: We’ll be milking your cum (feels great, man, I promise!) on several 
occasions during the hours of the procedure and mixing it with the semen-
concentrate being fed into you. So you get to lose nothing, no matter how hard 
or how often you cum!

Then they strapped me into the chair. Ankles restrained wide apart, arms the 
same out to the side. One across my waist.

Zipp: This is to prevent you breaking loose or trying anything crazy when you 
get really involved. It’s for your own protection.

Matt: Now we’ll admit that your "breakfast" contained quite a bit of enhanced 
stuff to keep you alert, painfree (man when those muscles get growing, you sure 
feel it!) And constantly horny. Think you can take it? He grinned.

Man, I’ll take anything you can give me - now or anytime!

Matt: Good boy!

Zipp: Leave him alone, Matt, and help me get this mask on him.

Back down from the ceiling came the inevitable mask, looking only slightly less 
formidable than the World War II type, attached as it was to many more pipes, 
tubes and cables. I could already hear the whoosh of oxygen as Zipp placed it 
over my face and used some method to bond it to the rubber suit.

Just as well I’m not claustrophobic.

Zipp: This is it man. Good luck. Have fun.

Matt: There’s a panic button in the left arm of your seat, OK? Hope you won’t 
want to use it. On the other side there’s a "More" button if you want to 
intensify any sensations.

He engaged some levers, I got tipped back prone - felt really comfortable, 
welcomed and cocooned by the swelling covering of the seat. All the lights in 
the room went out except for a dimmish glow above me. I could hear Matt and Zipp 
quite clearly through earphones built into my headpiece. A TV monitor swung down 
in front of me and started to play the muscle and muscle-fuck movies that were 
to entertain and stimulate me during my "flight"of several hours. Just in case I 
should get bored. Fat chance.

"This is it, Paris." (that’s me) The guys had turned to "Rex", their computer, 
and a great humming began which gently vibrated through my whole being - 
especially in my dick and my butt-hole..

 

3 : The Procedure (2)

Whatever they’d put in my "breakfast", I was feeling as high as a kite and what 
happened now only increased that pleasurable, horny feeling. There was a gentle 
shimmering vibration over my whole body. The large TV monitor was filled with 
abstract, gently moving swirls of ever-changing colors which only increased to 
feeling of being stoned. Then the fuck pole up my butt-hole started to activate. 
Ever so slowly at first, gently in and out, rubbing sweetly against my prostate. 
The rubber "cock ring" started to squeeze, relax, squeeze, and some kind of 
sleeve started to slip slowly up and down my dick as it grew harder and harder. 
The harder it grew, the fuck pole seemed to swell more and more until I felt 
more than completely filled. All this was gentle and beautiful at first - I 
wanted it never to end, but I guess that was not in Matt and Zipp’s plans for 
me. As I started to moan in ecstacy, the motions and pressures increased and, 
over a period of time, maybe five minutes, they steadily became more and more 
demanding - especially the milker.

Then I received a hit of something through the mask and immediately sensed a 
big, hard spirt of liquid up my ass: it seemed to cling on to the prostate for a 
moment, causing me to catch my breath, then soaked itself into my inner body. 
This process was repeated over and over again: each time it happened the fuck 
machine seemed to swell more and began to ram itself more and more insistently 
up my chute, and the milker squeezed harder as it ran up and down my own fuck 
pole which now felt swollen to bursting point.

Zipp: 45% assimilation, going well.

I fought to restrain myself from obeying the demands of the milker: I wanted 
this to go on for ever and didn’t want to spoil it all by cumming so soon. I 
pressed the More button several times and was rewarded with even more intense 
feelings and activity.

Matt: Don’t like the look of this dial. The crazy fool is trying to stop himself 
from cumming! Do something about it, Zipp!

I saw the handsome tough blonde head of Zipp swim into my vision against the 
colors on the screen.

Hey, fucker! Let go or you’ll fuck it all up!

I groaned and shook my head. He leaned forward and siezed my right nip and 
twisted it unmercifully. Had he got to know me so well so soon? This has always 
been a switch point for me. He twisted it hard and went on squeezing. The 
combination of this and the nearness of his pheras did the trick. All the bells 
and whistles went off as I exploded mightily. Only then did he let go.

Good boy! Now just enjoy what’s coming to you and don’t try to resist it, OK?

I needn’t have worried about spoiling it all: the moment I came there was an 
almighty sucking feeling as the milker greedily emptied my nuts. It felt 
wonderful. There was an amazing all-over churning feeling as my butt was filled 
to bursting with short, sharp, jabs of squirting gism.

Zipp: Up to 65% assimilation and going well.

Matt: So let’s prep him for the next phase.

Dials were turned, switches switched, and Rex’s hum grew louder. Another hit. 
Then it felt like a thousand tiny needles - like "pins and needles" - started to 
cover my entire body, slowly emanating from my balls, through my cock, up into 
my abs, over my butt , up my back, into my pecs, down my quads and hams, across 
the delts and down into the bis and tris, until my whole body was reacting in 
ecstacy to this strange new sensation.

Zipp: We’re preparing your skin for the inevitable expansion. Hold tight.

Another hit and my whole body started to spasm. The straps that held me down so 
gently began to tighten against my muscles involuntarily trying to break free. 
The condom suit started to feel tighter and tighter. It felt great. The needle 
stim to my cock began to get more insistent and I started to feel the need to 
cum again. Don’t know how they did it, but the stroking milker tightened against 
the "needles" and demanded ejaculation. At the same time, the fuck pole started 
really ramming into me and I felt more and more gism being pumped into me. My 
whole body started to feel warm and saturated. The cock ring tightened again and 
my lower half from the abs downward bucked like a bronco as I erupted. But this 
time, there were continual eruptions which went on far longer than the normal 
few spurts of cum. I pressed the More button over and over again. It had all 
suddenly become super intense and no longer natural. I was yelling and moaning 
in ecstacy as my bound body thrashed around in ecstacy.

Zipp: 95% and we’re almost ready for Phase 2.

Matt: He’s taking it so well, let’s give him a bit more and push him over the 
edge to a 100%.

Dials were violently twisted and I at once felt a supreme charge as if I and the 
50 guys inside me were all coming at once. The fuck pole seemed to swell to 
enormous proportions as it siphoned buckets of muscle juice into me. The juice 
slowly soaked into me and everything calmed down for a bit as that warm feeling 
spread through me once again. The only thing that didn’t relax was the cock-ring 
which gave one more squeeze, causing me to spurt mightily once again.

Both the guys came over.

Zipp: Feeling OK? 

I nodded, speechless.

Matt: Not too exhausted?

Man, just give me more of the same and never stop!

Matt: The best is yet to come!

They both laid heir hands on me and gently stroked me all over. Those pheras had 
almost the same effect on me as everything Rex had done! I came and came again 
and again is a kind of calm ecstacy as they stroked and massaged every part of 
the body they could reach.

Guys, do one thing for me? Strip off while you’re working? I really need to see 
you in all your naked glory while this is going on. I’m hungry for you both.

Zipp: Sorry, we can’t do that - maybe later, but to do it now would destroy your 
focus which we’ve got to get back to the real reason you’re here, nice as the 
rest may be.

Matt: And anyway, feeling the eyes of your hot bod boring into us might destroy 
our focus!

Zipp: OK, so now we’re going to start the main phase. This is not going to be 
easy for you: we’ll do everything we can to help you through it, but it’s only 
fair to warn you that this is the dangerous and untested part. You ready?

Ready for anything, man. Just lay it on me - and keep my hand away from that 
panic button!

I could see them adjusting a few dials and re-plugging some circuits and cables 
etc from "my" equipment.

Zipp: We’re going to hit you now with something that will feel good but will 
send you to sleep for a bit. While you’re out we’ll start the process which will 
eventually wake you, as if you were waking into what we hope will be a very 
pleasant dream. We do this so that your whole body, libido and everything else 
is completely relaxed and unresistant to the continuing procedure. 

Matt: Enjoy!

And I felt a massive hit that smelled partly of ozone, partly of amyl, partly of 
grass - whatever....... I dozed off and had beautiful dreams - at least I 
thought they were dreams. Great muscles swam into my vision, flexing, bulging 
more than was humanly possible. Cross-fading from one to another in a mish-mash 
of color and sound. Is this what LSD felt like? Don’t know never tried it don’t 
want to....

Duvall’s bis...Strydoms delts.... Sarcev’s abs..... Cutler’s quads..... 
Strydom’s magnificent pecs.... Newman’s delts....... Coleman’s bis..... 
Coleman’s tris...... Paris perfection...... Benfatto perfection....... 
Francois’s amazing split bis...... On and on as I felt my own muscles answering 
each of theirs........ montage of biceps: Francois, Coleman, Duvall, on and 
on....... Then some huge dicks, erect, dripping pre-cum, spurting spontaneously 
like they do in Kristen Bjorn movies ....... Fuck sequences from the Link 
movies, back to muscles and dicks.

When the dicks started I felt my own responding massively and the milker got 
going again. Just as I was on the point of cumming the fuckpole started up 
insistently. That’s when I realized I wasn’t dreaming. All this was happening!

Matt’s distant voice: He’s back with us - let’s go!

Pecs blooming, swelling, growing on the monitor - at once my own started to 
contract sp hard it was all I could do not to press the Panic button. At first 
it was complete wrenching agony, then another hit of what was almost certainly 
amyl got to me and I started to revel in the ultra-contractions as my eyes (and 
dick) ate up the pecs on the screen. These now gave way to major morph pictures 
and some of Master N’s. Yeah! THAT’s what I want! Fucking big slabs of swelling 
pecs, fantastic shape, one inch nips pointing down to the ground, high upper 
pecs, thick on the outer slabs - bigger than Arnold’s any time! 

I felt my own now swelling inside their rubber sheath, but my restraints stopped 
me from feeling them. Go on imagining them, said Zipp, then you’ll get exactly 
what you want!

My whole chest was broadening to accept the new muscle. It felt huge - it felt 
great! Then I felt a demand from my delts to match in with the new pecs. The 
monitors obliged with close-ups of Strydom’s and Newman’s and others. They were 
live shots so they moved and flexed inviting my mind to join them. Another hit 
as the contraction threatened. I felt my already melon-sized delts expand and 
could even imagine their striation as the fronts separated from the laterals 
from the rears. How could they ever get so big? I longed to ee them.

Soon, guy, soon! Promised Matt. Wait till you’ve got the full package.

At once I felt the arms answering the delts and I "gave" myself a superior 
version of Francois’s amazing split bis - even bigger than Coleman’s, and that’s 
saying something. But then, this was all something else. Once again my frame 
seemed to shift and stretch to accomodate the muscle.

Interlude, said Zipp’s voice which as usual, sent tremors all through me 
whenever he spoke.

However, "Interlude" didn’t mean Time Out. The milker and fuck-pole got going 
again, and once more I was sent over the moon as I was fucked and filled and 
sucked and milked a few more times. Each time, the "new" muscle responded by 
flexing, or tensing as much as my bonds would allow. Later on, I was to see a 
video of the whole procedure, focussed on my thrashing, pulsing, GROWING bod. It 
was almost as much a turn-on as having it happen. (Especially as Matt and Zipp 
were double-fucking me at the time of viewing: my new butt-hole could easily 
accommodate both their pricks with the greatest of pleasure - but that was all 
in the future).

New assimilation complete - we can continue.

The throbbing in my pecs, delts and arms was answered by a tingling in my back, 
neck and traps as I watched a melting procession of spreading lats on the 
screen. The only morphed back I could remember was Benfatto’s which obligingly 
appeared on the screen. Mr N never provides back views unfortunately, so 
imagination set to work once the hideous contractions were dulled by the gas in 
my brain. Under the rear delts the rhomboids responded first, swelling to the 
same size as I imagined my rear delts were. The sensation continued into the 
thickening of the lats under my arms, a feeling that suddenly swept down to my 
lower back as the lower lats responded to the upper ones. I felt the spinal 
erectors stiffen and thicken like hauser ropes and my whole back throbbed as my 
rib-cage expanded to fit. Now my whole upper torso was fitted with new muscle 
and new growth and every muscle on throbbed hard in synergistic sympathy, 
compressed by my suit. Amazing feeling of power! I yelled and tried to break 
through my bonds in Hulk-like ecstacy. But Rex wasn’t having this and he 
responded with a massive extra-swollen mighty ramming into my butt, causing an 
extra massive spurt from my cock which was greedily sucked out by the m ilker.

Matt: Well done, guy. Pause for relaxation before we deal with your lower half. 
As this involves your dick, prostate, and all internal power, as well as the abs 
which are their armor, and your legs which give you all your power support, we 
have to give you some time out and make a few more adjustments to the equipment.

Mine or yours?, I quipped. Probably all of them quite soon, said Matt, as he 
slapped my new pecs and almost got another ejaculation as a result. 

Zipp: We’ll continue to feed you with the gism-concentrate but we’ll calm down 
the machinery during this part of the process. When it’s over, we’ll enter the 
last phase which is easily the most demanding. But I can tell from all your 
reactions so far, you’ll enjoy it all

more than before! I’m not going to spoil your enjoyment by telling you what’s 
going to happen, but I will say I can tell you’ve come through the danger phase 
without any problems. "Rex" is very pleased with you!

Meanwhile, Matt had been making the adjustments, which included a considerable 
tightening of the internal rubber cock-ring and a few manual wrigglings of my 
lower half to make sure of the maximum contact with the prostate. He just 
enjoyed teasing me too much! Can’t say I didn’t enjoy it. 

Matt: Wish you could see what you’ve gotten so far, guy: you’d go crazy with 
desire for yourself. It’s as much as we can do to stop from jerking ourselves 
off!

Zipp: Stop teasing him, Matt, and get over here. We need to get going before 
that cock-ring cuts off his circulation!

Rex’s humming had become almost inaudible during this interlude, now it 
increased considerably as some new kind of vapor found its way in to my mask.

Matt: Breathe deeply, guy! This is it!

And the whole machine started to churn. As promised, no milking or fucking just 
yet, but I could feel a continuous stream entering my butt and being soaked into 
the system. At the same a feed pipe which was in the corner of my mouth started 
to spray a tangy, salty, lemony viscous fluid onto my tongue and down into my 
throat. Definitely some kind of processed pre-cum. Swallowed it greedily. Yum.

We’re going for the legs first, as the abs are connected to all your creative 
organs.

If you’ve ever had post-workout cramps in your legs, you’ll know what this felt 
like as mine contracted to the max. This I could see, more or less. The hit 
helped a bit as I saw my quads growing under the silky, transparent rubber 
sheath I lived in. First the outers, then the gracilis, finally the tear-drops 
and all the rest. The grooves between them all were deep, deep, as the muscles 
themselves separated and grew beyond belief. I could feel the hams going 
likewise. Jay Cutler’s were on the screen and I matched mine to his, only 
bigger! Then the agony of the calves as he turned to demo them. That almost 
brought me to the panic button but I guess the guys suddenly noticed what what 
going on and reacted with a further delicious hit. I never felt such power as I 
did now as my legs - complete - finally got to where I wanted them. As if in 
sympathy, I felt my glutes tense and swell in response. I wanted a great butt 
for more than one reason. Later on I found that I got it.

Now the climax - hold on, guy!!

The monitor showed a glorious and sexy parade of abs, tensing and flexing, 6-
packs and ten-packs to choose from: I wanted 10, like the best of the N-men. My 
own abs started to contract, both the 6-packs and the obliques and the 
intercostals and serratus above them. I felt the contraction reach into the 
depths of my being. Then the magnificent feeling as I squirmed in delight began 
to spread towards the cock and balls. My whole body contracted as I watched that 
10-pack develop under its silvery shimmering cover. The obliques swept 
invitingly down towards the scrotum.

I can’t describe the feeling that then overcame me - it was quite unlike 
anything so far. Like the most massive fuck at both ends at the same time as 
being sucked and fucking too. My dick felt there couldn’t be any more room for 
it inside the casing (which happily was big enough to accommodate an N-sized 
piece of equipment).

I was in sexual extremis. All my new bodyparts were rejoicing with my hugely 
increased libido.

HOLD TIGHT NOW!

I could hardly believe it, but on the screen came the video that Chris D. had 
had taken when he first fucked me. That was my first real red-letter day. This 
was the second. The camera was behind my head so it was seeing what I was 
seeing. That huge guy pulled me legs over his shoulders and inserted that GIANT 
dick into my anus, then pulled me hard to the edge of the bed so that he rammed 
himself into me to the max. He was in press-up position over me so that I could 
wrench on his giant slabs of pecs and huge nips or his melon-sized delts and bis 
and tris while he fucked me and kissed me as I had never been fucked and/or 
kissed before or since.

Even as he started to fuck me on the video, so Rex started up on me again, his 
thrusts exactly timed to Chris’s. As the rapes began, I felt my dick swell as I 
felt Chris’s swell in me as he hardened and lengthened even more. Rex copied him 
identically and satisfactorily. The milker got going just as Chris said he 
wanted me to feel me come as that would drive him crazy and leave me as wide 
open as he needed me. It wasn’t difficult then and it wasn’t difficult now. Only 
the milker insistently demanded more even after I had come two or three times 
and Chris (and Rex) was still driving into me like a road-rammer.

Once again I was in pig-heaven. I could even imagine holding onto Chris’s giant, 
hard, hard muscles, though my wrists were still bound to Rex’s recliner. He 
suddenly got into a piston-fuck, faster, faster, harder, harder, deeper, deeper. 
Was I shouting that or was he just doing it? Who cared? - it was all happening. 
Suddenly, with a huge bull-roar, he came in me, and I came for him. He rested 
for only a moment then began again, slowly, insistently. Now he lay back and 
pulled me up so that I was sitting on his huge fucker, my legs astride his 
chest. Using all the power of my big quads I started to squat up and down on 
that fuck-pole, feeling its hugeness deep in my inner being. Rex couldn’t 
rearrange us like that, but the video showed it all and I felt it all - that’s 
all that mattered.

Then Chris began thrusting up against my squatting movement. I couldn’t believe 
he could get any deeper, but he did. I squirted all over him and stopped moving. 
I haven’t finished with you yet, baby he said. Lean forward and kiss me. As our 
tongues mashed against each other and his fucked my throat, he reached out to 
grab a gigantic black dildo and proceeded to thrust it up his own butt, moaning 
his ecstacy down my throat and into my being. Then he picked up another and 
proceeded to thrust it up my chute alongside his own. I had never been so filled 
or stretched before, but I loved it. Rex obligingly replicated the second dildo 
by swelling to double his size. Swelling in fact until I told him it felt just 
like the experience with Chris. Now Chris thrust the dildos up us both at the 
same time as ramming me up and down on his two. All I lacked was something down 
my throat but my imagination amply supplied that.

We groaned and moaned ecstatically down each other’s throats as we neared yet 
another climax. Rex was improving the moment by inducing an electric throb up m 
y ass, shocking the prostate into further action. How many times had I come in 
the hours of this procedure? Multiple, I don’t know. Each time felt better than 
the last and I was never exhausted nor empty of cum! This time was the best of 
the best - or almost. We came hugely and violently. But Chris wasn’t finished 
yet. He pulled the dildo out of his butt, left mine in, pulled his dick out, 
pushed me back on the bed again, then sat on my still- massively engorged rod of 
steel - sat deep and heavily on me and flexed his sex muscles so I could feel 
them clench round my dick (Rex replicated). He pulled the condom off his huge 
organ and greased it up. You’re big, he said, d’you mind me putting this up 
alongside yours? I didn’t mind anything: the thought of fucking this magnificent 
muscle monster made me ready for anything he wanted. "This" was an electrified 
dildo such as I had only encountered in my forays in San Francisco. He turned up 
the power and we started to fuck, yet again. 

Keep moving, he said, I want you to feel the one up your butt too while you’re 
fucking me.

I stole a quick look over at the guys and was gratified to see that they had 
stripped buck naked and were feeling each other up all over the place. Later 
they told me they had inserted similar equipment up their own asses and had 
electric cock straps round their dicks and nuts too. They were plugged into Rex 
so that they could simulate exactly what Chris and I were doing and feeling. 

All through this Chris-experience I had been feeling my whole body gently 
expanding, adjusting, new muscles contracting, swelling, bulging, getting to 
know and appreciate each other.

Hold on to me, said Chris, here we go. I grabbed his mountainous pecs and as he 
started to thrust up and down on me, he posed - double bicep, lat spread, side 
chest, finally a series of most musculars which really got me, my dick and 
libido going 200%. I tensed the whole of my new body as I reared my pelvis up to 
fuck him as hard as he had fucked me. The harder I fucked, the more he roared as 
he posed for me. 

Grab my dick and pump it! He roared. Make sure you cum exactly when I do!

I grabbed his huge greasy pole, feeling its massive size between my two hands, 
the thickness and pulsing power of the veins that ran up and across it. I 
tightened my grip. Harder!, he yelled. I squeezed that slippery, satiny sex-tree 
as hard as I could as I pumped its magnificence towards fulfilment. First he 
turned up the power on the dick that shared his hole with mine so that we both 
felt its throbbing demands, then he got one hand under me and started to pump my 
dildo in and out - his other hand pulled my head as close to his dick as it 
would go. Our moans and yells grew louder and more animal as we approached 
climax. Then with a scream of sexual joy he came, and I came, that dildo shoved 
deep, deep into me, and the two dicks up him, mine and the electric one, deep 
into him. He stuck a thumb in my mouth to open it wide and directed the hot 
never-ending stream of his muscle juice right down my throat. I drank it all 
greedily as it filled and overflowed my mouth and dribbled down my chin and neck 
and down onto my pecs, where Chris lapped his own cum up for himself. 

Rex had managed to simulate all this so I was completely satisfied with this 
major experience and, finally, exhausted. I lay back as Chris and the video 
faded from view and passed out peacefully and gratefully. As I went, I distantly 
heard Zipp say, that’s what the rest of your life is going to be like, if you 
want it. 

If this was Heaven, so be it.

 

4 : Completion

When I came to - a short while later - I felt both rested and excited. As I lay 
with my eyes shut, power seemed to throb through me. A touch on both biceps and 
a familiar pher-effect opened my eyes, to find the guys, still buck-naked, 
smiling down at me.

Matt: Well, guy, you came through it all with shining colors. We’re proud of 
you.

Zipp: How d’you feel?

Me: Wonderful.

I sat up. The equipment was all detached and presumably skied again. All that 
was left was the body suit which they were now stroking at the same time as they 
stroked their pretty massive dicks. I looked down at mine. Jeez! Some monster 
was protruding through the hole in the suit. About 16 inches long and VERY 
thick. And it was only semi-flaccid as yet. Through contemplating it soon 
brought it up to full strength as it poked up beyond my navel, almost to the 
level of my nips. 

Nips! I could hardly see them below these gigantic mounds of muscle slabs called 
pecs.

Matt: Think it’s time he saw the results, Zipp?

Sure, said Zipp while stroking these new massive quads on his side of the bed. 
Pulling the hood back off my head, they helped me up. Darn it, I was a head 
taller than they were! Must be at least seven feet! They went with me towards 
the full-length mirror I had seen earlier. I couldn’t believe what I was looking 
at. It was a dream come true. Sexily swelling under the transparent sheen of the 
suit was the best of the N-bodies.

Matt: You look so fucking hot in that suit we thought we’d let you have a look 
at yourself in it before we had the pleasure of stripping it off you.

I want to keep it for future use, I said, as I proceeded to go through my most 
recent posing routine to see what it all looked like............ The guys 
couldn’t help but feel themselves up while I was indulging myself and my new 
build by doing this. I was going to have to reward them for all this pretty 
soon. (And I wanted a copy of that Chris D. video!)

Couldn’t yet believe this shimmering, condom-covered giant was me. I had to feel 
my pecs, my bis, my abs - oh! Those abs - my quads, before I could accept that 
this hot, horny guy was really me. My bis swelled to huge, SPLIT, dimensions as 
I double-bi’d into the mirror. Even as I flexed, they actually grew bigger and 
the snakelike veins bubbled across them. I licked the condom-like sheath over 
them and felt the split on my tongue, and the cord-like veins. Side tris brought 
out a massive and striated horseshoe under pulsing and pumpkin-sized delts, 
fully separated into their separate strands, while my hams and calves supported 
the whole like flexing pillars of marble.

I couldn’t get over what these muscles looked like in the transparent rubber - 
even though I wasn’t "in" to rubber. From side tris into side chest: I heard 
Zipp groan as the pecs swelled and swelled and the new long nips got steel hard 
at their points. I felt the muscle stretch, fill, until the rubber threatened to 
burst. But, as promised, it never would - just accentuated everything under it 
as the muscles flexed bigger and bigger. Front lat spread gave me wings I never 
thought possible: from the front they pulled the whole physique wider and wider; 
from the side they swept thickly down and in to the erectors. Even they were cut 
to ribbons and you could lay a thick finger (or dick) in between the muscle 
masses.

Then came the most muscular. First I correctly placed and flexed my quads and 
calves - quads that were miles bigger than Jay Cutler’s, but then I must have 
been nearly two heads taller than him now - then I crabbed my newly thickened 
traps over the pumpkin delts, crossed my flexed biceps over my crotch (with my 
dick, weeping gobbets of pre-cum, rearing up behind them) And finally, and 
climactically, flexed my new 10-pack abs to the extreme. Zipp let out a yell at 
that and came on the spot. I nearly did too. But Matt yelled, Jeez! Look at the 
striations on his big butt! It’s the most fuckable I’ve ever seen. And without a 
by-your-leave, he plunged his steel-hard rod through the butt hole in the suit 
and into my depths.

Don’t stop flexing! He yelled. He was looking at my front view in the mirror 
while he was fucking me from behind. Zipp did a knee-slide to my front side and 
slammed my engorged dick as far down my throat as he could manage. That was 
pretty far, in spite of its size. All I needed now was one down my throat as I 
flexed and gasped and flexed and gasped again as the two guys pumped in and out 
of me as hard as they could. Matt yelled and grabbed at my orange-sized nuts as 
he made a final ram-thrust into me and I came simultaneously and massively down 
Zipp’s throat.

While he still had his dick up me, Matt started to peel the suit off me from the 
huge shoulders down to the ab-armored narrow waist where it draped over Zipp’s 
still-sucking frame. Then they both came off or out of me and peeled the legs 
down.

Now I was buck naked like them, still shining with the oil they had put on me 
all those hours ago, now mixed with sweat and testosterone. I still couldn’t 
take my eyes off the giant in the mirror, nor could I keep my hands off his 
constantly swelling, flexing muscles. 

Zipp to Matt: I guess he’s still in shock.

So am I, said Matt, and so are you. I never thought it could go as far as this. 
We’re both going to have to reconsider our future -

Still locked in admiration of my beautiful N-physique I said: No, we’re ALL 
going to have to reconsider our futures. And reconsider them together.

He’s right, Matt, said Zipp.

How can I thank you guys for all this? I asked, smoothing the oil on my pecs.

Zipp: Don’t worry - we’ll find a way. But for now, the bedroom calls us - all 
three.

 

5 : Aftermath

As we went through the building, I began to get the feel of my new muscle in 
regular action. I felt the glory of muscle thrill through me and I couldn’t stop 
flexing this bit and then that bit all the way to their bedroom. We got as far 
as the door where I stopped moving, catching sight of myself in a well-lit full-
length mirror in the corridor. Only then did I really appreciate what I’d got. I 
stood there, took a deep breath, felt one pec, and my abs with the other hand, 
shook my head in disbelief as I was filled with the intoxication of being BIG. 
Every muscle in my body thrilled with me and one hand went automatically to my 
big dick as I instinctively went into another Most Muscular. Zipp’s hand removed 
mine from my dick and led me into the bedroom.

Bedroom? You might have known these guys were scientists: there wasn’t a thing 
in that room except a huge mattress on the floor and a few pillows. A couple of 
strategically placed spotlights illuminated the scene of action which was fully 
reflected in a mirror let into the ceiling over the mattress. 

What followed was a tangle of muscle, dicks and tongues grasping and thrusting, 
demanding and receiving entrance. Full body contact, wrestling, plenty of oil. 
Grasping each other’s muscles, squeezing, stroking, fucking, sucking, cumming 
licking swallowing, kissing, looking, being active, being passive.

It was during this hot melee that I finally remembered, and felt, just how big 
these two guys were themselves. Then I really began to appreciate them and to 
enjoy their attentions on an equal footing. When we had finally cum enough, with 
every muscle pumped and buffed, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Well, a lot of that seems like old history now. One way and another we were 
pretty well-off as a group and paying the rent wasn’t a problem. What was, was 
our inequality of size. I didn’t want to go on being the Big One when they were 
both as hot or hotter than I was. So they were happy to accept my suggestion 
that I should learn all that was necessary from them to make it possible for 
each one to go through the process. As a result, we were a pretty huge trio.

Though we tried hard to find other suitable and worthy candidates for the 
process, they were few and far between, mainly thanks to the steroid problem 
(thanks, Mr Weider) and the usual undependability of bodybuilders as a whole. We 
never divulged the secrets of the Process and one day the guys will destroy 
their notes etc.: we couldn’t face the idea of Washington getting hold of it for 
their own nefarious ends - and I was just a lucky I(and beautiful) freak as far 
as the rest of the world was concerned.. We were happy together: both the guys 
had other research to work on, more or less full time, and the rest of our time 
was spent in working out - one way or another.

My career in bodybuilding was, of course, sensational for a while. I beat them 
all out wherever I went. One thing I did achieve for the sport - setting myself 
as an example, there was a complete turnaround back to an appreciation of 
symmetry and style. Gone were the hopes of bulkers for bulk’s sake. Of course I 
passed every drug test they could give me and gradually the steroid system 
disappeared over the years - except in football colleges. After a couple of 
years, I retired from competition at the old age of 27 to let others have a 
chance of the winnings. I kept myself on the scene with a big program of 
personal appearances, seminars and guest posing; I maintained my pro status as 
an IFBB member to enable all that but, as I was thankfully not on a Weider 
contract, I could more or less come and appear or disappear as I wished. All of 
which suited me just fine. I had a great time - in the gym, on stage, in bed, 
you name it. Arnold even called me his Big Brother and I started to stage 
Physique Contests on a lavish scale myself. Happy to say I changed the regular 
tacky presentation style of those shows quite formidably. I had my two Big Guys 
in Maine - what more could I want? What they had given me was the answer to a 
dream: I was as big or bigger and better than I - or anyone else - could dream. 

I don’t seem to get any older, I never have a day’s illness, and I have never 
lost the Glory and the Great Thrill of Big Muscle and I never will.