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Mutant Muscle Growth 

He’s outgrowing his car.

Not all tanning studios have stations big enough for him.

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A Real Alpha Stud 

Now that I think about it, I would say, my cock never stopped growing ever since my late teenage years. And I hope it never will. I enjoy this life of mine so fucking much. 

Over every year, I grow another inch in length. It’s like clockwork. Veins popping, thickness rising, and a length I cannot hide for a few years now. Having a cock this big has turned me into another form of man. Loudmouthed, cocky, eager to win, and always ready to present this massive piece of meat! And if someone wants a taste — be my guest. 

My rod will grow beyond 13 inches this summer, and I will become an even greater stud! Most guys seeing me swinging this horse cock around can’t handle the power radiating from it. But they’re all the same. They are on the floor in a few seconds, and they want me to fill them up. I hope this never changes.

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Chapter Six - All Men Come in Different Sizes

I found Ruben’s address pretty fast amid the glass skyscrapers of the city’s financial district. He owned several levels of an office complex in the heart of the city.

Inside, the walls were plastered with postmodern art and every inch that wasn’t made of gray, sterile concrete was encased in glass and chrome. The air conditioner was working overtime. I didn’t see a directory for the building, so I went to the front desk.

“I’m looking for Ruben.”

“You must be J,” he said, calling me by my nickname. “He’s expecting you. The elevator is right behind you—19th floor.”

He gave me a card for the elevator and I went in. The closer I got to Ruben, the more I was aware of my heartbeat inside my chest.

Windows and floors flew past as the elevator shot into the sky. What was going to happen? How much of my life was about to change forever?

I was blinded by the sudden light as the doors opened. A cacophony of voices, telephones ringing and fingers tapping on keyboards.

The room in front of me was as big as a football field and pulsating with all the energy of a young, hip internet business. Everyone had their own private space with a computer and pictures of their family. There were break areas with beanbags and coffee tables. An employee on a scooter zipped by, grinning at me as I stepped off the elevator. Everyone seemed so happy here. I could see a lot of people working at drawing boards, drawing up new concepts for something I couldn’t see.

A man in his mid-thirties with a huge beard saw me and nodded me over to the other side of the room, and after a minute of exploring I found Ruben’s office: a giant glass cubicle with him in the middle. He was intent on his computer, looking astonishingly broad-shouldered in his suit and tie.

There was a cork wall at the front of his office covered with concepts—the decision-making area, apparently. There were symbols for different animals, suggestions for new colors, and much more. I wondered what it was all for.

Near me was a huge poster advertising the company’s new brands. At the top were the famous Red Pills™, but under it were new names—Black Pills, Alpha Pills, Red XXL, Blue Pills—that were all emblazoned with the original red logo.

An employee walking by the second saw me looking at the poster and interrupted: “Careful. Don’t tell anyone outside or Ruben will be fucking pissed.” He scratched his cheek as he was talking, and my eye went to his red wristband.

“Joey! Come on in!”

Ruben stepped out of his glass office and winked as he waved me over. I gaped at his size when I was standing right next to him: I couldn’t remember him having been this big the day before. I was almost six feet tall, but he had to be at least 6’5”.

“Glad to see you on this beautiful day!” he said. “It means a lot to me that you came.”

“No, I should be thanking you,” I said. This is going to be the most casual job interview I’ve ever had, I thought.

“Take a seat and we can talk a bit about what we’re doing here. But first I wanted to ask how these last few days have been for you.”

I didn’t pause long before answering. “A little confusing, I guess. Things are changing fast. You have to know where to look to get real information.”

“Haha! True. Most people out there aren’t too well-informed, luckily. When the mainstream media starts to pick us up everything will change pretty quickly, so we’re working overtime to be prepared for that. But who knows? Most people out there don’t even notice their own shadows—no surprise they haven’t noticed that we’re at the dawn of a new age.”

“A new age? Isn’t that a little arrogant, coming from you?”

Ruben’s expression remained serious. “No, I don’t think so. Don’t you believe that we’re going to change the world?”

“I guess the pills will change a lot. But everything? I don’t know. Maybe they will.”

“And don’t you want to be part of it?”

He gave me a dazzling, confident smile that showed off his sharp teeth. Then he leaned back and pushed his legs apart to sit more comfortably, basically presenting me with the bulging monster that was trapped behind the cotton. His zipper looked stressed to its limits, and as he folded his strong arms behind his head I noticed his red wristband was almost cutting into his skin. I wondered if he was thinking of our time at the club the night before.

“Here. Want to see something insanely hot?” Ruben said. He rolled his chair back toward his computer to search for something. I noticed his breathing was getting heavier.

“A few weeks ago we started a VERY productive collaboration with Pierre Fitch that got us a lot of attention. I don’t know if you’ve seen him before, but this is what he looked like a few weeks ago when we published the first video of him under our name.”

He turned his screen to show me a picture of a young, tattooed man holding onto something above his head. He was naked, and between his legs hung a phenomenally thick penis with a hairy base. I licked my lips and felt my heart pounding faster.

He reminded me a little of Drake, my colleague from the Bricks, who had a similarly girthy dick that earned him a good chunk of change every night .

Ruben continued: “Today we produced another video with him after he’d tried several of our new product lines. These are the promo pictures. I think you’ll like them!”

He opened a new picture and Pierre appeared again. I couldn’t breathe. You could tell that time had passed between the shots. Not just because his hair was longer in the second shot, but also because from his crotch now hung the thickest, biggest monster cock I had ever seen. It was truly gigantic. It would have taken at least three hands to encompass it. It even looked like the bush above his dick had gotten fuller and bigger. I wondered if this was an intentional side effect.

With a self-satisfied grin, Ruben started the video. Pierre was showing off his new body. He already was having problems trying to pick up his own monster dick with one hand, but he was nevertheless smiling like a movie star. As he walked, his dick swung back and forth like a ten-ton bell in a church tower . I could hear the cameraman laughing offscreen. Ruben stopped the video but he didn’t stop smiling, waiting for my reaction.

“That is…wow,” was the only thing I could say.

“Come on! I want to introduce you to someone. He’ll be a new colleague of yours, if you take my offer.”

He stood up, affording me a view of his half-hard prick struggling against the inseam of his pants. He took a few long steps, getting used to the mass between his legs. Was he still taking the cock pills? I followed him in a trance.

He kept explaining as we walked: “You may have noticed that soon it won’t be just the Red Pills we’re marketing here.”

“Yeah, I saw the cork board in the other room.”

“Just one more thing we do here, you know? I guess I haven’t filled you in yet on everything that’s going on.”

“I guess not.”

“Red has asked us to mastermind their world release. A corporate design. A brand. Why they chose us is a long story. I’ll tell it to you over a drink sometime. Anyway, they send us all their products for testing purposes. They keep telling us there’s no risk. They’ve tested everything for years and years… they just say to use common sense.

“So we’ll be launching some new product lines on our website in the coming weeks. Kind of a test drive. You already know about the standard Red Pills, and we’re just starting to roll out the others now. We’ve been busy finding models for the photo shoots because every product line needs a model to represent it. Even every combination of products needs a model. It’s a pretty big job. Ah, here we are!”

We had stopped in front of a gleaming white desk which was loaded with tons of cartons. Dozens of white boxes peeked out of them.

“Okay, these you already know.”

He showed me a box of the standard Red Pills, and I nodded.

Ruben opened another carton and started throwing boxes to me.

“You can keep it. We get them for free as little presents for our hard work.”

“Don’t you have problems with this many pills under one roof?”

“Nah, you’d be surprised. Some of our employees have their fun, of course, but we set limits. We have to keep in mind that this little pile here is worth a fortune. Ethan, one of our designers from the Blue office, for example, took more Black Pills than we recommended. So we’re not gonna promote him, but it’s his body, so what can we say? Everyone can take as many pills as they want; it’s really the main perk of the job and we don’t want to judge someone as long as they’re still able to do their work.”

“You said something about Black Pills. What do they do?”

Rubens rifled through some boxes until he found what he was looking for: a small matte-black package with glossy black letters on it. Ruben saw the question marks in my eyes and answered: “They make you grow. Around a quarter of an inch with each pill. Which brings me to the guy I want to introduce you to today. Follow me. This is the photo studio—your new workplace.”

I had many, many questions about the Black Pills, but it seemed like they were going to have to wait.

An electric door swung open and we entered a glowing room lit by about 3,000 lights. No one was there, but their voices could be heard in the back.

“Come on!” Ruben said. He seemed so eager that I half-expected him to grab my hand and pull me to the back room.

The moment we entered the dressing room I began to have trouble breathing. Maybe the air just seemed thin since a man like none I’d ever seen before was taking up all the space. We watched the model being dressed as I tried to remember how to breathe.

“May I introduce you? Joey, this is Akhim!“

Akhim heard his name and looked up with a gigantic smile on his face. He walked over to us and hugged Ruben so hard that his back cracked. After they separated, I noticed Akhim kept his massive hand on Ruben’s equally massive shoulder.

Ruben was huge, and even the other employee in the room was huge, but Akhim had to be over 8 feet tall. As he spoke, he had to look so far down at us that his humongous pecs blocked his view slightly, and just noticing this made him laugh, making his pecs inflate even bigger under the skintight shirt. I could feel my blood rushing to my face. It was warm in here for reasons that had nothing to do with the lamps. As I watched, Akhim casually kneaded Ruben’s shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world. I saw the beast in Ruben’s pants coming to life.

“Nice to see you, Akhim!”

“Nice to have you here, Ruben,” he said with a voice like a deep-water river. “Didn’t think I’d see you here today. Glad you made it!”

The employee from the back said: “Can we continue?”

“Of course! Sorry, Ruben, can’t make them wait.”

“No problem, go on. I just wanted to introduce you to Joey.”

“Hey, nice to meet you! You working here, too?”

Ruben answered for me: “We’ll see.”

“Oh, do it, boy. Just saying, best job in the world. And now, excuse me, but we were supposed to start the shoot fifteen minutes ago.”

We watched them for a while. A few minutes later a full-blown photo shoot was taking place, with more than twenty people darting around like diligent bees.

At first Akhim kept his tight jeans on, but he soon dropped them for another series of photos. I was kind of surprised to see a nearly normal-sized penis outline in his briefs.

“Akhim, I can’t talk you into taking some Reds, can I?” Ruben shouted over everyone’s heads.

“Sorry, Ruben, I’ll pass. I’m happy with what God gave me down there. But hell, thanks for the others! Do you have any more Blacks?”

“Just come to my office later.”

“Nice! Thanks!”

“No problem.”

We left the set and walked back to Ruben’s office so I could finally ask him the all-important question:

“So what are these other pills?”

“Let me think. You know the Reds and the Blacks. And actually you already saw the Blue Pills, too. Akhim’s taken a lot of them. They help you gain muscle mass and when you lift at the same time you can add several pounds in just a few days.”

“So why aren’t you doing the shots for the Red campaign?”

He laughed from deep in his chest.

“No, no. I don’t have the right face for it. But there are others who do,” he said and looked at me for a little while. “And I’m actually a huge fan of the Alpha Pills.”

“What do they change?”

“A little of everything. It’s more efficient to swallow the standard versions of the other products, but if you want to gain a little something everywhere and don’t have the money for 3–5 different boxes, that’s the way to do it.”

As we walked we grabbed some of the boxes we’d seen earlier and took them back to Ruben’s office.

“They’re already thinking about phasing the Reds out and putting out the XXL line in their place. Now that the Blacks and Blues are coming out they’re worried the Reds might start to seem a little weak, you know?”

We entered his office and threw the boxes onto his desk. Ruben grabbed a Red XXL box and opened it. Inside were only four pills.

“Want some?”

He held the open package in front of me and I grabbed it without a second thought.

“How much stronger are these than the other ones?”

“Don’t worry, Joey. Still within healthy limits. Here, I’ll take mine now, too. We’ll call it your welcome gift.”

Ruben opened a drawer in his desk and helped himself to eight of the Alpha Pills. He came back to me with two glasses of water.

“So, what do you say? Interested?”

“This place is amazing. I have to admit it’s really stirred something in me.”

“Akhim?” Ruben smiled.

I laughed with him, but changed the subject as fast as I could.

“For real, though. What do I have to do to sign up? And what do I get from you?”

“A man who cuts to the chase. I like that.”

Ruben set his water aside and got me a crazy thick booklet-sized contract.

“Don’t be scared. I know it looks terrifying, but it’s mostly legal bullshit. The cornerstones you need to know are: You can quit whenever you want. We won’t force you into anything you don’t want to do. If you don’t want to do something, you don’t have to. If you don’t want to change your body in a way we want you to, you don’t have to. I hope that Akhim gave you an idea how working as a model for us goes.

“More importantly: in your first year you’ll get paid monthly. That money isn’t linked to any photo shoot or any other commitment; it’s just your salary. You need something to live on.

“You’ll become the face of your own section. You can choose the section and you’ll be representing it in events and so on. Akhim is Blue and Black, body mass and height. When someone on our website shows interest in those two categories he will be shown Akhim to trigger buying behavior.

Whatever category you choose, same story. In just a few months we’re looking to start shooting with all models, but most of them aren’t recruited yet.

You get health insurance from us. Your college tuition from here on out will be on us, and you’ll also get a monthly salary of $4,800.”

My mouth was wide open and yet I couldn’t say anything. My legs felt thin and weak underneath me.

Ruben laughed loud and deep. He was enjoying his power over me.

“I’m going to give you this contract and you can decide if you want to sign it or not. A week will be enough, right?”

I nodded, but my soul had left my body minutes before.

“I hope,” Ruben added, “that our collaboration will be a sure thing. I’ve enjoyed every moment of it so far.”

The water and the pills were back in his hands, and all I could do was take them. Ruben swallowed his pills, looking deep into my eyes as he did.

“Puh,” moaned Ruben. “I know I should stop. But this is just the beginning for you! Oh, and before I forget…”

He gave me a red wristband with a stallion on it. I put it on and smiled at it.

“I’m really glad that I found you, Joey. Together I think we can achieve great things.”

Ruben was back in his fancy chair and leaning back comfortably like before. I admitted that I still couldn’t believe everything was happening so quickly. And everything would soon be changing even more.

“I have to thank you, Ruben! Really! You’ve already given so much, and I don’t know how to thank you for this.”

“You’ll do an excellent job, I’m sure about that.”

As he spoke he stroked the outline of the monster running down his thigh like it was a giant kitten. The bulge swelled visibly and a wet spot appeared on his pants near the knee.

“Sorry for this mess,” he said, a bit shy after a drop of pre-cum fell to the ground. He didn’t look me in the eyes as he added: “Taking these pills always makes me kind of…wild.”

I felt my own brain boiling and something unknown rising in me.

“I think I can feel it too.”

There was a moment of tense silence, and then we both stood up and started to kiss feverishly over the table. Ruben’s hand found a remote on his desk. There was a beeping sound and all the windows became opaque.

“Ruben! I can feel it! My cock!”

With one swipe of his arm, his desk was empty, and he lifted me onto it. Ruben was bigger than me and he had to bend down now to kiss me. His extraordinary tongue in my mouth, his lips on mine. My dick was becoming harder, more painful every second in my tight jeans. Ruben finally opened my zipper and set my big cock free. He immediately started sucking it like the mindless god he was. My vision blurred—that’s how good he was. His giant tongue scraped that special spot under my cockhead.

“Fuck! That’s never felt so good before.”

I looked down and saw Ruben taking even more of my cock down his throat. Sweat glistened on his face, and it really looked like my dick was already bigger than before. He sucked harder and inch after inch disappeared down his throat.

Ruben was groaning now too, but my thick wood muffled the sound of his voice. He opened his mouth even wider, like a snake, trying hungrily to take it all. His hands caressed my thighs and I was intensely aware of all his body’s movements against mine. Soon, his beard was tickling my swollen balls and then, incredibly, I could feel his lips on them. He had actually taken every inch of my gigantic cock. He looked up, tears of joy in his eyes, and there was still a greedy flame in them. I was a few seconds away from coming when he did the impossible. He opened his mouth even wider and my balls disappeared too. His throat was stronger, wetter and better than any vacuum pump. His feral tongue was everywhere at the same time, and my vision went white. I screamed in joy and came. I pumped all my cum down his throat, and halfway through it he finally released me and the last of my cum splashed his face, beard, and chest.

I was wasted and shaken from the orgasm when Ruben went to take his turn. My cum was in his beard and I could feel it on my skin. He stood in front of me and pulled his pre-cum soaked pants down. His monstrous cock leaped out of it and into view. Currents of pre dripped from the tip, soaking the floor in no time. He bent down toward me.

“Sorry, we don’t have much time—I have another appointment at 2.”

“Don’t apologize. Go on, be as rough as you want.”

My legs were in the air and on his massive shoulders in no time. Soon his cock was inside of me. Pain was blossoming inside me as more and more of his generous penis was shoved in. After a few powerful thrusts, the pain faded and I was left with pure delight. I couldn’t take all of him, but Ruben didn’t seem to mind that. Fuck, he was so fucking huge down there and he was still growing even biggerDrops of sweat from his body dripped onto my skin in slow motion as I grappled for a hold on his muscular arms. He was getting stronger and faster with every thrust inside my ass. It felt like we were growing together.

Ruben was shaking and groaning like a wild animal. I was scared that everyone outside could hear us. “Ready?” he asked with a diabolical grin.

“Please!”

I felt three huge surges flooding my insides before he pulled out and aimed for my stomach. Cupful after cupful of cum hit my skin in endless waves and his orgasm lasted over a minute, his body shaking, his voice trembling. His cum was flowing down my body and over the desk, dropping to the ground with loud splashing noises.

“I knew you’d be the right one for this job,” he whispered.

He gave me a towel and I cleaned myself as best I could. Time was up, and we had to rush.

“See you in a week,” he said as I moved toward the door.

I turned back and saw Ruben standing there in a pool of our cum, smiling euphorically, his mammoth cock still out.

“Hey. Who are ‘they’?” I asked him. “The people with the pills? The creators?”

“Ah. You’ll meet them at the photo session in a few months. I could tell you the whole story now but it’s a good one and there’s no time to do it justice.”

“Oh, come on.”

“Okay, okay. The Johnsons have…how do I say this? A natural gift. When you meet them you’ll see what I mean. Just imagine someone taking many, MANY Alpha Pills in just one sitting. More than you can imagine.”

The prick between his hairy legs was still dripping wet.

“And now they’ve found some friends who are helping them make something of their talent,” he added. “To distill their gift.”

“Johnson? Johnson who? Can I find them online?”

“Good luck. They’re masters of secrecy in the online world. But maybe you’re a better spy than I thought.”

“You know their first names?”

“Yes, of course. They’re father and son. Sam and Bolt Johnson.”