The gym echoed with the clank of heavy plates being racked. The air was thick with the smell of testosterone. In the center of the squat rack, he stood towering: a massive, blonde beast of a man, his chest heaving with every breath, the veins in his neck and arms thick and pulsing. Jacob had just finished his last brutal set of squats. His thighs were monstrous, swollen to the point they seemed almost too big for his own frame. Every ridge and contour of his quads jutted out, the teardrop muscles pumped up to freakish size. Sweat streamed down his sculpted smooth torso, glistening over his granite-hard abs.
Still breathing hard, he looked down at his legs - they were so pumped it almost hurt, but it was the kind of pain he lived for. He stood there, already a hulking titan, brushing close to seven feet tall — a colossus built from pure muscle. But the pump wasn’t fading. It was building. His already grotesquely swollen thighs swelled even larger, muscle fibers thickening under his skin, veins writhing across them like cables. His legs ballooned outward, forcing his stance wider. His chest rose and traps climbed higher toward his ears as his entire frame started rising— pushing past seven feet like it was nothing. His arms bulged heavier, the skin stretching taut across granite biceps that flared to the size of small boulders. His gym shorts tore slightly at the seams, threads giving way to the unstoppable surge of new muscle.
Sweat dripped from his brow, streaming down the deep crevasses of his now even more massive pecs. His whole body seemed to radiate power, his skin flushed, stretched impossibly tight over the mountain of flesh he was becoming. And somewhere deep inside, he knew: he was still growing. He roared - pure power spilling out of him. He was changing - his shoulders widening, lats flaring out like the wings. His traps swallowed his neck completely, piling higher with every heart beat. His abs looked like cannonballs fused under his skin, every muscle group thickening, hardening, growing beyond mortal dimensions.
His face sharpened — jawline cutting sharper, cheekbones high and perfect, blue eyes glowing, a model’s youthful handsomeness twisted into something terrifyingly beautiful and erotic. His wavy blonde hair framed his godlike features. He flexed again and the torn remnants of his shorts evaporated into shreds, his thighs pulsing and shifting. His arms hung like wrecking balls at his sides, each flex sending new veins snaking across them. There was no limit. No stopping. No end to the pump. He now stood around 7’7”. Every inch of him was packed and swollen with unnatural power. His chest jutted forward like twin slabs of iron, abs thick and separated like armored plates.
As he left the gym and entered the town square a growing group of men began to surround him, dropping to their knees, their faces lit with something between awe and desperate devotion. They weren’t just impressed — they were worshipping him. Massive, tattooed bikers. Former athletes. Gym rats who thought they were big — now gazing upward like they were standing before a living deity.
A grin curved across his handsome face. He raised one massive arm and flexed, the bicep erupting upward in a wall of muscle. The crowd of men roared - he was too beautiful, too dominant to comprehend. Every second he basked in their devotion, his body responded. Another slow pulse of growth rippled through him. His chest heaved outward another few inches, pecs thickening so much they cast heavy shadows down his eight-pack. 7’7” became 7’8”. And still he grew — slow, steady, inevitable.
Women watched with a kind of detached curiosity, unimpressed, some rolling their eyes. He didn’t care. It was the men who mattered. Their awe. Their need. Their surrender. That was the fuel. There was no ceiling anymore. Every breath. Every flex. Every moment under their gaze made him stronger, bigger. And he loved it. What began as awe was now pure, uncontrollable devotion. He stood still, eyes closed for a moment, basking in it. Each wave of adoration washing over him like a drug — intoxicating. Another slow, delicious pulse — veins thickening, muscles engorging, bones stretching taller and wider. 7’8”. 7’9”. He opened his eyes — brilliant, piercing blue — and looked down at them: the men, the former alphas, the strong, the proud, now kneeled before him.
Men who, minutes ago, were tough, hard-eyed, proud — construction workers, bouncers, athletes — now knelt in an overwhelming, inescapable need to be near him. Their instincts shattered under the weight of his perfection. Their hearts pounded in their chests, their throats dry, their knees pressing harder into the pavement as if trying to sink even lower before him. And still he grew: shoulders widening, arms hanging heavier with coiled power, chest thrusting outward, abs thickening into ever more monstrous ridges. 7’10” now. He surveyed them with a calm, smug dominance. He said nothing — he didn’t have to. His body, his presence, his growing mass spoke louder than words.
He was growing again, slowly, steadily, fueled by lust as much as by awe. Only he mattered now. And the endless army of men willingly sacrificing everything to fall at his feet. The sheer perfection standing before them — the towering, ever-growing god of muscle and dominance. They were aroused. Pride, history, sexual orientation — it all collapsed under the towering weight of his supremacy. Some tried to fight it — but their eyes betrayed them, locked onto him like moths circling a flame too beautiful to resist. With a casual flex — a thick, massive thigh tightened into a beautiful explosion of muscle. The men’s crotches swelled.
7’10” and still growing. Still getting heavier, denser, more perfect. Some of the men stripped down completely, offering their naked vulnerability to him without shame, without hesitation. Their arousal wasn’t hidden anymore. It was raw, undeniable, overwhelming. Each desperate, aching stare fed the fire roaring inside him. And it was turning him on. Dozens of men moaned as they openly touched themselves, unable to resist the chemical pull of his perfection. He felt his own arousal climbing alongside theirs — a primal, animal hunger. More size. More power. More worship.
He grunted low in his throat - another pulse. Bigger. 7’11” now. Their lust was his fuel. His size was their drug. Jacob opened his eyes and locked his gaze on them. “Feed me more.” His first words — a command. And the men obeyed, without question. It happened suddenly — the growth was rampant — driven by pure, raw pleasure. The seams of his already stretched clothing screamed under the pressure. The tension was too much. RIIIIIPPP. The fabric gave way — torn by the monstrous expansion of his muscles. And there he stood — Fully naked. Fully unleashed. Fully dominant.
The crowd erupted — the sight of his bare, limitless body — every monstrous slab of striated muscle exposed, every vein pumping furiously across his swollen frame, every inch a masterpiece of impossible size and beauty — broke what little composure the men had left. They gasped, moaned. He was a living sculpture of power. A monument to masculinity perfected — terrifying, beautiful, unstoppable. He could feel their lust flooding into him, feeding his arousal — swelling his muscles even larger, heavier, harder.
His body vibrated with pleasure. And he basked in it — growing thicker, broader, harder, taller, beyond even what his own mind had imagined. 8’0”. 8’1”. Swelling larger, drinking in the lust. “More,” he rumbled, voice deep and commanding. The men surged closer, desperate for even a glimpse, a touch, a blessing from the being who now towered above them. He stood there — glorious, flushed, radiant with power — growing still.
8’2” now. And still climbing. The energy around him had changed — from devotion, to lust, and now to something deeper, heavier, almost unbearable. It was pure man on man hunger. Their eyes devoured him — not just his size, not just his strength — but the raw, heavy masculinity centering towards his crotch. And every act of surrender made him throb bigger. Throb harder. Becoming more unstoppable, more perfect, more erotically supreme. The men, overwhelmed by the impossible sight towering above them — his monstrous, growing body, his perfect, swollen muscles — could no longer fight the tidal wave of their own arousal. First one, then another touching themselves, almost desperate to relieve the unbearable need surging through their veins. He saw it — and he loved it. The sight of his worshipers — once proud men, now massaging their groins drove a deep, rumbling growl from his chest. He grew. Bigger. Hotter. Harder.
8’3” now. Heavier. The air had become thick with sweat, lust, and raw homosexual worship. 8’4”. More colossal. More impossible. “Touch me. Worship me. Make me bigger.” The crowd obeyed instantly, frantic with need. His body began to pulse visibly with the incoming flood of adoration. Veins thickened. Muscles twitched and swelled.. He flexed — HARD — and every muscle on his colossal body detonated outward, swelling visibly larger in a single, massive, trembling surge. His arms blasted thicker, veins roaring to the surface. The pleasure inside him exploded — 8’6”. Colossal. Absolute.
Slow, steady growth building again into even more grotesquely beautiful peaks of muscle. 8’7” now. No longer just hands brushing across his colossal muscles — now it was mouths, tongues, lips, desperate and devoted. His body responded automatically: 8’8”. Around him, the men stripped away the last remnants of their clothing — their bodies gleaming with sweat. They touched themselves, touched each other, a swirling mass of worship and lust, centered entirely on the towering, naked god at their core. 8’9”. Taller. Thicker. Hotter.
The ritual had reached a new peak - it wasn’t just his body that had become monstrous. Every part of him had ascended. The weight of his masculinity hung heavy between his colossal thighs — thick, veined, flushed with the heat of arousal. The sight of it — obscene, magnificent, terrifying in its size and virility — drove the men wild. They reached out reverently toward the swaying, twitching shaft — heavy and hot. He inhaled again — drawing in the thick, heady atmosphere of sweat, lust, devotion — and his body responded automatically: Another slow, glorious pulse. His pecs thrust further outward, his perfect quads thickened, and his cock grew with him — pulsing longer, thicker, heavier — an obscene, perfect symbol of his supreme dominance. 8’10” of pure, uncontainable, divine masculinity. He grew. And he throbbed. And he ascended.
9 feet tall. Every part of him had swelled to impossible dimensions — but nothing drew more desperate attention than his monster cock. There was no other way of describing it. It had grown beyond reason, a perfect, well-groomed shaft of veined, flushed meat, throbbing with power and arousal. Clear, glistening fluid dripped from the flushed tip — splashing onto the worshippers gathered below. His shaft swelled further — every cm more obscene, more beautiful, more unstoppable. It hung so heavy now that it almost brushed the tops of the kneeling men’s heads.
When he shifted his stance, the thick, veined cock swung heavily, dripping more shining fluid onto the worshippers like a blessing. It wasn’t just big. It was majestic. It was perfect. Erotic beyond reason.
With a deliberate flex of his enormous, veined cock — he made it rise, thick and powerful, standing upright from his body with a deep, visible throb. It towered there, a massive — three feet long, pulsing with heat and raw, erotic energy. The sight of it drove the worshipers into a frenzy — some kneeling and arching their backs, pressing their muscle asses into the air in a symbol of submission. Then relaxed and let it fall. WHUMP. The colossal weight of it slammed down across the shoulders and backs of the worshippers closest to him.
He flexed his enormous pecs — and a shudder of pleasure rippled outward. He inhaled again — drawing in the sweat, the lust, the pure energy — and felt another pulse of growth deep inside him. Larger. Hotter. Heavier. His manhood twitched in pleasure, rising again — thicker, longer, veins bulging against the skin — dripping fresh, glistening fluid. And his body — his perfect, throbbing, towering flesh — continued to grow. 9’1”. His balls — already massive — began to expand with each pulse of worshipful energy flowing into him. Slow at first, the thick orbs hanging low between his monstrous thighs, growing, tightening, becoming even more obscenely full and heavy. His balls were so huge now that it took two men at once to worship each — wrapping their arms around his massive sack, clutching, kissing and licking every inch they could reach. He tilted his golden head back, eyes closed, and he grew again. 9’2”. Total, infinite masculine supremacy.
The growth between his monstrous thighs continued - his manhood and balls began to swell. His shaft lengthened and thickened to monstrous dimensions. Each flex of his hips made it jerk upward, heavier, longer, dripping with endless fluids. Thirty-six inches… Forty inches… Beyond. His balls, too, ballooned outward — massive, veined, sweating, glistening with heat and power. Men wrapped their naked bodies around the base of his shaft, their hands slipping across the thick, veiny surface, mouths trailing kisses and desperate whispers.
The head of his manhood rose high enough to tower over the crowd itself — throbbing, leaking, dripping. The touch of the naked, trembling worshipers was too much even for him. He could feel it building deep inside — a pressure, a heat, an unstoppable surge gathering in his massive balls and shaft. His muscles flexed involuntarily — veins thick as cables roared across his arms, his thighs, his neck. The worshipers below, sensing it coming pressed tighter to him, mouths drooling open. His chest heaved. Then with a roar so deep he climaxed. An eruption of pure, hot, divine cum burst outward with enough force to engulf some of those closest. The plaza below was soon flooded with warm, thick cum. Worshipers moaned with joy, throwing themselves into it, letting the tides of his warm sperm carry them. Some swam in it — in ecstasy of being immersed in his cum. He stood above it all — still flexing, still throbbing, still towering, as the last rolling waves of his orgasm poured out.
His balls hung low and heavy, sloshing visibly, still radiant with endless, fertile power. The air smelled of him. The ground was coated in him. The men were baptized in him. Instinctively — driven by a primal devotion — the men began to drink. Hands cupped the heavy, warm fluid, lifting it to their lips. Some put their heads beneath the surface, mouths open, drinking as much cum as they could, asses arched in the air.
And then —their transformation began. Their bodies shuddered — muscles flexing, swelling. Their frames thickened, hardened - the gift of his cum reshaping them into something more. Veins rose across their arms and chests, muscles ballooned under their skin. Gasps and moans filled the heavy air as the men grew — becoming larger, thicker, hotter with every gulp of his thick potent cum. Their devotion didn’t lessen. It deepened. They pressed themselves against his massive calves, his thighs, his pulsing, glistening manhood.
His shaft jerked upward — another massive surge of blood and divine energy. He looked down at them — his followers, his creations, his endless worshipers — and smiled a dominant, satisfied smile. The men knelt around in a circle, pressing their naked bodies low to the ground, eyes locked upward toward the ultimate symbol of his dominance: his unspeakably massive manhood. It towered before them — five feet long, one foot wide, thick with living veins and deep, corded muscles that had grown along its sides and base, a necessity to support its impossible size. The helmet, swollen and flushed a rich, powerful red.
The worshippers inhaled deeply - smelling the thick, sweet air around his shaft — it clouded their minds, and pushed them deeper into worshipful hypnosis. And then — he flexed it and the shaft rose higher stretching upward, thickening even more, towering to five and a half feet tall, standing proud and terrifying and beautiful above the sea of worshipers. The men couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe without inhaling his manly scent - more potent than Amyl.
He began to buck his hips, swinging the colossal shaft through the air like a throbbing pendulum of pure masculine power. WHUMPH… WHUMPH… WHUMPH… It cut through the air with a deep, heavy noise. They were hypnotized, lost in its heat, its scent, its perfect, throbbing rhythm. And with every sway, he grew larger still. His shaft thickened further — the heavy, veiny mass widening in slow, delicious pulses, the deep-cut muscles running along its sides bulging thicker to support the impossible weight. It surged upward, climbing past six feet long — a perfect, smooth, glistening spire of homosexual desire.
At the shaft curved slightly from the sheer mass and weight, the veins bulging. The girth was staggering — over two feet wide - throbbing and flexing. The surface was flushed a rich, dark tan — shining with moisture and heat — yet intricately webbed with thick, heavy veins. And at the base — a dense, carefully trimmed patch of golden pubic hair. It was masculine perfection: natural but neatly sculpted, framing the monster. There wasn’t a single stray hair where there shouldn’t be. His balls — churning heavily beneath him — were perfectly smooth.
There was no mistake: he had crafted himself to be the ultimate, endless object of male desire. And the heat — radiating from the eleven-foot-long, throbbing, perfectly manicured shaft — was overwhelming now. The worshipers collapsed forward and arched their perfect bubble butts into the air, displaying their smooth, puckering holes. And he smiled watching their asses spasm — smug, supreme, knowing he had become everything they dreamed of.
The closest worshipers, the ones who had bathed the longest in his cum were changing rapidly. Still on their knees, their muscles bulged outward in sudden pulses of growth - shoulders widening, backs broadening, thighs ballooning. Veins rose along their arms and necks. Their shafts had transformed completely — two feet long, thick and veiny, jutting out from their perfect abs. Their pert bubble butts grew, framing their puckering mancunts that yawned and pouted outward.
Their mouths open, gasping, drooling without control, eyes glazed, fully hypnotized by the towering shaft swinging above them. Their bodies throbbed and pulsed as their holes twitched and relaxed further. They were losing all control - their cunts started to gape open brazenly. Above them, he loomed — his own six foot shaft flexing in slow, heavy arcs. He watched them writhing, pulsing, their greedy muscle cunts becoming more relaxed and open.
The combined heat and smell of his manhood acted like Amyl - the worshippers felt the rush and their cunts slackened further. In desperation — instinctively, mindlessly — they reached back with their massive hands, slick with cum scooped from the ground, to grope their loose craters - sliding in thick fingers to calm the inferno raging inside them.
Their hands dragged across their twitching, pouting holes - massaging and squeezing - but it was useless. The pleasure was too overwhelming. Their fingers dug in further - two, three, four at time, but it only made it worse. It was quite a sight from above - all around, massive men squirmed and writhed naked on all-fours, lost in desperate anal self-pleasure. Drooling, gasping, moaning as their fists now fully inserted into their own craters, trying — and failing — to find release.
Their entire existence was now defined by him — by the beast of a man towering above them. And as they fisted themselves with his own cum, he smiled, flexed, and grew even hotter.
The worshippers removed their fists to reveal huge yawning craters, quivering and spasming, perfectly smooth and greedy. Their back muscles twitched as they arched their spines and pushed their yawning pig holes up into the air towards him. This made their cunts slacken further, forcing rosebuds to bloom out and into the warm air. They were drooling from their mouths and cunts in equal measure - grinding in mindless, feverish worship, the lake of cum still lapping around their growing frames. They could now no longer satisfy themselves with their fists. Driven mad by the sight of his bucking shaft, they turned to the square around them. Bollards — thick, sturdy iron posts lining the square became their salvation. One by one, the massive, moaning worshipers straddled them — greedily sinking their transformed, heavy bodies down onto the blunt objects, their cunts slackening with the stretch.
They rocked their hips, moaning, gasping, their massive muscles twitching and flexing uncontrollably as they rode the posts with wild abandon, using cum from the square as lube. Faces twisted in agony and bliss, they pumped and rocked, riding harder, grinding deeper, chasing a release that could never truly satisfy them. Above it all, he stood — watching. His blue eyes gleamed with satisfied pleasure.
The worshipers were beyond thought now - they heaved themselves deeper onto the posts. Their massive bubble butts quivered, glistening with cum, as they forced their greedy cunts down further. Their abs stretched outwards as their colons accommodated the thick iron — trying to accept more, trying to take it deeper. In their minds — they imagined the bollards as him — the pulsing, veined, muscle-thick tower of masculinity above them. His manly scent filled their lungs, driving their bodies to sink lower, to stretch wider in desperate abandon.
The massive men finally pulled themselves free of the bollards, thighs trembling, puffy, engorged cunts spasming in helpless, rhythmic pulses, loose and open for him. They collapsed forward, arching their backs, gasping, moaning, their bodies begging to be filled, blessed.
And above them, he descended. The worshipers trembled, their massive, naked bodies on all fours, their wide open cunts twitching in lust. With a deep, earth-splitting roar he came again. A torrent of cum crashed down over their heaving backs and into their gaping cunts. Their stomachs began to swell under the sheer volume of cum pouring into then - muscle cunts gurgling, flexing wider. They collapsed forward and lapped up the pool of cum they were kneeling in - now filling themselves from both ends with his juice.
He stepped through the sea of men arching their backs in his direction, engorged rosebuds blooming as he passed them. He reached out and pulled the closest, strongest worshipers towards him- their muscles spasming, cocks and cunts pulsing wildly as his touch sent fresh waves of pleasure through them. He ground their bodies up against his flexing torso — their chests sliding across his bulging abs, their faces pressing into his thick slabs of pecs. Their rosebuds bloomed involuntarily with excitement.
Around the square the worshippers floated in the lake of cum, cunts wrecked and filled to the brim with thick, warm cum. One by one, their battered, slackened holes began to push out the copious juice they had been flooded with. Their man holes pouted outwards as it spilled from them in heavy gushes — running down their muscle thighs and flowing back into the pool they were kneeling in. They moaned as their loose, overwhelmed craters emptied, unable to contain the weight of his cum any longer. Their veiny arms reached back, fingers dragging open their greedy hole as they pushed out further. There was no shame. Only surrender and arousal.
Above them, he watched. His massive, flexing, dripping shaft swung, pulsing proudly at the sight of his worshipers reduced to slack, beautiful muscle pigs. His manhood pulsed. Thicker. Longer. Hotter. It grew again - thickening, stretching higher into the air. Seven feet long and radiating heat. The worshippers moaned as their slack, open manholes absorbed the warmth, instinctively arching their backs, lifting their asses up - wrecked, loose, open — pulsing into prolapse uncontrollably.
He lowered his flexing, throbbing shaft toward them. Their pouting cunts yawned upward, begging for cock. The massive dick descended closer — their rears spasming, rosebudding and twitching in anticipation. And then, with a slow flex of his hips, his monstrous manhood forced into each of their craters, pinning them into the ground. Their thighs strained and cunts stretched under the weight of the shaft throbbing inside them. A steady flow of cum oozed into each greedy cunt. And he held each man there — pinned, drooling and spasming as they were impaled with his cock.
Once he was done he stood in the center of the square — his titanic muscles flexing and gleaming, his seven foot shaft hanging low, swaying like a monument of power. The worshippers lifted their heads from the lake to watch him. Turning, he presented his perfect ass — two impossibly round, pert, thick globes of smooth, tanned muscle which he flexed. And then he bent over, his colossal back arching and his massive muscle ass rising into the air. It was a sight of beauty, but no part of him drove the worshippers wilder than his hungry twitching hole, smooth and flawless. His beautiful budding cunt flexed with breathtaking eroticism. Teasing the worshippers. And between his spread, flexing legs — his colossal manhood hung low, heavy, dripping with cum still.
He flexed his legs and the effect on his perfect ass was devastating. The smooth manhole between the twin globes of muscle relaxed, pulsing outwards. He took a huff of his own manly scent and it pouted wider giving glimpses into the forbidden depths of his flawless ass. He was showing them everything. Teasing them to madness. He huffed and it pulsed outward brazenly - as if beckoning the men closer. Each slow spasm pushing wider - the perfect, smooth flesh flexing outward, stretching, relaxing, pulsing — opening and closing with an obscene, hypnotic rhythm no man could resist - all of them unable to look away from his cunt lips.
And then — one massive, veined arm reached down to scoop up some of his cum, massaging it into his pulsating cunt lips. Massive, veined fingers dragged slowly across the warm flesh of his own cunt. His fingers felt every twitch as it opened wider, hungry beneath his touch. Gradually one thick, muscled finger followed another into his slack, smooth, puckered exhaust. He sunk his entire hand in now with one shove, and his greedy cunt gurgled with contentment. ‘This is what all muscled beasts secretly want to do with themselves’ he thought. ’No one develops an ass this perfect and doesn’t want to explore it.’ His muscled hand, balled into a fist punched at his massive fuck hole, now puckering outward like the tip of a volcano, gagging to be stuffed further.
As he filled himself he grew once more - his massive, flexing muscles bulged outward — his back spreading wider, his thighs and calves swelling thicker and harder beneath him. His bubble butt grew larger. Each globe of muscle swelled outward. And then the worshippers followed. One by one, the men began to reach back to tease their own pig holes. The scene became a ritual of pure submission — massive men arching their backs and finally forcing their fists inside themselves.
Slowly he withdrew his massive forearm from the depths of his own cunt, cum streaming down his golden skin. His cunt gurgled and yawned open, released from the assault it had been subjected to. The worshippers gawped in awe, their bodies twitching and leaking.
Standing tall — his titanic muscles flexed and rippled as he began to move. His seven foot shaft swung low and heavy in front of him, throbbing, leaking, veins bulging and his massive, sloshing balls hanging low. He looked around searching for something to tighten around his manhood, to force even more blood into his monster cock. His eyes locked on a car, half-submerged in his cum. He moved the heavy vehicle with one hand, and ripped a thick tyre off, as easily as plucking a flower. Turning back to the center of the square, he planted his legs wide, shaft throbbing in anticipation, as he stretched the heavy rubber tyre wide, sliding it over the leaking helmet, down the thick, veiny shaft and over his heavy sack. The pressure was immediate. The tyre squeezed around the base of his manhood, forcing the already monstrous shaft to swell even larger, veins bulging thicker, muscles throbbing harder. His cock flexed upward under the crushing pressure, pointing nearly vertical, leaking heavy streams of precum down across his heaving chest and rippling abs. He smiled. Content. Supreme. Invincible.
His bubble butt — still perfect, still pert, framed his twitching and quaking cunt, gaping open behind him as he walked - a canyon of unattainable worship. Without a word, he turned - his shaft bucking and slapping against his chest and shoulders, his quivering, loose mancunt yawning and blooming with hypnotic beauty behind him.
The worshipers lay collapsed in the flood, broken - watching in awe as Jacob strode away, heading toward his next destination. The gym of course. The place where he would lift more. Grow bigger. Become even more unstoppable. Even more unattainable. His massive form shimmered as he disappeared slowly into the distance.
