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True Muscle God
|I have been a lurker for far too long so here is my very first story. Any constructive criticism or story ideas are welcome. I also promise to start posting more comments to the many great authors on this board.|
|It was one of those moments you wish you could just freeze and live in forever. A beautiful day, perfect weather, and the most breathtaking view in the park. The park ranger was right, the five mile hike was worth it. But soon, the feeling of peace was overwhelmed by the feeling of dread that comes with knowing it would all end within a few days. Then I would have to go back to my mundane job and my mundane regular life. I had to admit I had been taking a lot of these camping trips lately to escape the monotony. God knows I couldn't rely on my love life, which didn't exist. I was one of those closet cases who knows he's gay and wanted to be out, but didn't have the balls to do it. Plus, despite all the hiking I did still managed to have quite the flabby mid-section. This probably wouldn't have helped me get any of the guys I really wanted even if I was out. I took one last deep breath and then headed back to my tent.
About halfway down the trail back I spotted a peculiar rock about 100ft off the trail into the woods. My curiosity got the better of me and I decided to investigate. When I finally got up close the rock was just as tall as me, about 6ft, and seemed to be made of some sort of obsidian or similar rock. It was covered in carvings. Some seemed to have a Native American style and others I did not recognize at all. Then I saw a group of characters that seemed familiar to me. I stared at them for about five minutes until it hit me. "Linear A, the language the Minoans used on Crete!" I said. Then I started to think to myself that I watch too much History Channel. I walked around to the other side and then I found ancient Greek. "What the hell is ancient Greek doing in the middle of the U.S.?" I began to think. I wished I knew how to read Greek instead of just being able to recognize it. I reached out to feel the carvings, but the minute my hand touched them they gave out a faint glow. Suddenly the earth began to rumble and the forest floor collapsed beneath me.
When I woke up it had become night and I lay amongst the debris of the collapse. Oddly enough I didn't feel sore or even have a headache from being knocked out. No scratches or bruises either. It was like something healed me. Just as I was thinking how incredibly dark it was torches along the walls of the cave sprang to life with flame. I was getting very creeped out at this point, but once again my curiosity won me over. The caved was filled with statues and paintings both big and small. Once again they were of myriad of styles and like before some were completely unknown to me while others were familiar. I even saw a painting that looked ancient Egyptian. The one thing they all had in common was that they were all representations of an incredibly muscular man with a huge cock.
As I walked closer to the collection I spotted an especially large statue on a platform. Once again as if the torches could read my mind, all of their light seemed to focus on the statue. It was magnificent. Done in the ancient Greek style it stood at least 7'6" without the platform. The muscles on this behemoth would have been the envy of two Ronnie Colemans put together, but without the bloated look that comes with all the steroids. In fact one would have wondered how the statue stopped from cracking in half with such a small waist. That waist rested on two California redwoods that would have burst out of size 70 pants, if such a size even existed. Above his waist was a cobblestone street that would have been worthy of 19th century England and then some. 10 clear large bricks popped out of its stomach with an even larger number of smaller, but no less impressive, bricks along the sides. The pecs looked like someone took those rubber balls you used to ride on in the toy store and slapped them on his chest, excepted they were ripped and striated and looked even harder than the marble they were made out of. The arms look thicker than the torsos you would find on most fitness models all ripped and shredded with one of them flexed in to a double peak. The traps and neck could have made even the biggest bull jealous. It was like he could have been Atlas and literally could have had the wait of the world on his shoulders as just a warm-up. The face was perfectly angular with deep penetrating eyes and topped with the short, loosely curled hair typical of Greek statues.
And then there was the COCK! No, cock was a word insufficient to describe it. A new word would have to be invented to do it proper justice. It reached all the way up to its neck covered in a superhighway system of veins from the base all the way up to the head, which was the size of an abnormally large grapefruit and a shaft the girth of two beer cans.
Now another feeling was driving me instead of curiosity and it was lust. The 7" hard-on I had in my pants was harder and more painful than it had ever been. I had to touch the statue. More specifically I had to touch its "cock" (still an insufficient word). I reached out slowly with my hand and grabbed it. I couldn't even get my hand halfway around. Then there was a sudden flash and I was in a room or some sort of chamber which seemed to be bathed in light. Right in front of me was the statue except it was now flesh and blood. He reached out his hand and laid it on my shoulder. The instant he touched me my knees buckled and I felt a wet spot in my jeans that had let me know I had released my load. The strange thing was that I still as hard as ever and still just as horny.
"RICHARD, I HAVE WAITED A LONG TIME FOR YOU." the behemoth said.
His voice was like pure orgasmic energy. The vibrations went in me and through me and threatened to make me unleash another load.
"MY NAME IS MAGNUS AND I AM THE GOD OF MASCULINE POWER. I HAVE BEEN TRAPPED IN THIS FORM FOR MORE THAN THREE MILLENNIA, BUT NOW THAT YOU THE CHOSEN ONE HAVE ARRIVED WE MAY NOW RETURN TO THE WORLD TOGETHER AND REGAIN THE GLORY THAT ONCE WAS MINE AND NOW WILL BE OURS"
I could barely control myself with the vibrations of pure sex coming out of his mouth. I even unloaded a second time. But I managed to get a couple of questions out, "What - glory - do - y - y - you - mean? -- What - AHHHH! - do you mean we?"
"AH YES I ALMOST FORGOT. YOU DO NOT KNOW THE STORY. I SHALL SHOW YOU."
After a third volley had soaked my pants completely, he touched his massive hand to my face and then there was another flash. I saw series of images with Magnus narrating.
"LONG AGO THE GODS CAME INTO BEING. THERE WERE MANY OF US AT ONE TIME. SO MANY IN FACT WE HAD TO DIVIDE THE WORLD BETWEEN US AGREEING THAT NONE OF US WOULD VIOLATE THE TERRITORIES OF THE OTHERS." I saw a huge summit with great beings. Some of them I recognized from my mythology class in high school. "ONE OF THOSE TERRITORIES WAS GREECE AND I WAS ONE OF THE OLYMPIANS." An image of Magnus standing with the likes of Zeus and Poseidon appeared. "I WAS THE GOD OF MASCULINE POWER AND STRENGTH." Another image of Magnus with devotees worshiping his body and licking his muscle appeared. "I HAVE ALWAYS PREFERRED A MORE PERSONAL TYPE OF WORSHIP." He said with a slight chuckle, which sent me over for the fourth time. "I HAD MANY WORSHIPERS IN GREECE BUT I KNEW I COULD HAVE MORE. SO I WENT ACROSS THE WORLD LOOKING FOR NEW WORSHIPERS AND IN THE PROCESS I BECAME ENORMOUSLY POWERFUL." Several images passed by me of Magnus being worshiped by Egyptians, Chinese, Native Americans, Celts, etc. "HOWEVER, I DREW THE IRE AND JEALOUSY OF THE OTHER GODS ACROSS THE WORLD FOR BOTH THE POWER I HAD GAINED AND FOR VIOLATING THE TERRITORY AGREEMENT. SO THEY DEVISED A PLOT TO GET RID OF ME. I HAD BECOME TOO POWERFUL TO KILL OUTRIGHT SO THEY TOOK A GORGON'S HEAD AND EVERY GOD ON EARTH POURED SOME OF THEIR ESSENCE INTO IT SO IT WOULD BE POWERFUL ENOUGH TO TURN ME TO STONE. IN ORDER TO GET CLOSE ENOUGH TO ME THEY USED TO ONE I TRUSTED THE MOST."
Another scene came before me except this time I was experiencing it from the view point of Magnus. He was fucking this blond god (literally since he was glowing with a divine light). He had a build of a runway model, but a little beefier, with curly blond locks and such a young and beautiful face that her could be saying you had some horrible disfiguring disease and you would probably still cream your shorts just looking at him. I didn't just see the scene this time, I was experiencing it, touch, taste, and smell, all of it. His body was so small in my behemoth hands, but I loved how hard and smooth it felt. How his tiny cheeks still managed to pleasure my monster member (still trying to find that right word). How his warm, moist tongue was doing a number on my mammoth nipples. Except it wasn't me it was Magnus. I could feel everything he felt, but not control it. Soon I began to feel the cum well up in the bowling ball sized balls and then five seconds later feel the boiling hot jizz fill him up so much that it began to leak from his ass even though I was still inside of him. As he laid back across my chest with me still inside of him, he began to sigh deeply. “WHAT IS IT MY DEAR APOLLO?” I, or I guess Magnus, said, since I wasn’t really in control.
“It’s just, it will not be long until the other gods retaliate for what you have done.” Apollo said in a soft and silky, if troubled, voice. “Do you really think you will be able to resist them all?”
“MY LITTLE ONE, YOU DOUBT ME UNFAIRLY. THE POWER I HAVE ACCUMULATED FROM MY WORSHIPERS IS TOO GREAT FOR THEM. NO ONE, MAN OR GOD COULD STAND UP TO THIS.” With that I flexed my right arm and it swelled with a power no other man or god had ever known.
While he remained distracted Apollo went over to the side of the bed and pulled out the sack containing the gorgons head. As he shielded his eyes and removed the head he said with sorrow in his voice “I’m sorry, my love. I can not let you do it”
As I turned my head to look at him the gorgon’s stare hit me like a brick wall. I didn’t even have time to react before my body became so stiff I couldn’t move, but yet I was still aware of what was going on. As Apollo returned the head to its bag and unshielded his eyes I saw a single tear run down his face and as he looked upon his former lover he collapsed into tear screaming, “What have I done?!”
Suddenly I was in my own body again in the light filled room looking at Magnus with a tear rolling down his cheek. “He was the only one I ever loved.” he said in an uncharacteristic soft voice. He quickly regained his composure though and quickly returned to his voice filled with the sex vibrations. “BUT ALL WAS NOT LOST. REALIZING WHAT HE HAS WROUGHT HE SPIRITED AWAY MY STATUE TO SOME OF MY FOLLOWERS WHO CREATED THIS SANCTUARY FOR ME. EVENTUALLY THE OTHER GODS SOUGHT OUT MY FOLLOWERS AND ERADICATED ALMOST ALL OF THEM FROM THE EARTH. ONCE MORE THEY COMBINED THEIR POWERS TO WIPE OUT ANY TRACE OF MY EXISTENCE. THIS WAS THEIR MAJOR FOLLY THOUGH, FOR THEY HAD USED SO MUCH OF THE POWER TO GET RID OF ME AND ALL TRACES OF ME THEY BECAME TOO WEAK TO SUSTAIN THEMSELVES. EVENTUALLY THEY ALL FADED AWAY INTO NOTHING LEAVING ME TO BE THE LAST DIVINE BEING ON EARTH. NOW I NEED YOU TO RECLAIM MY RIGHTFUL PLACE IN THE WORLD.”
During this whole speech I had cummed a few more times (I had stopped keeping count). After recovering I managed to ask him a question, “Why me? I don’t exactly embody male power.” I said holding my flabby gut.
“PERHAPS NOT IN YOUR BODY BUT CERTAINLY IN YOUR DESIRES. ALL OF THOSE BODYBUILDER MAGAZINES YOU HAVE. ALL OF THOSE MUSCLE WEBSITES YOU VISIT. I CAN SEE ALL OF THOSE. THEY ARE THE EMBODIMENT OF DESIRE FOR MASCULINE BEAUTY AND STRENGTH. THAT IS WHAT I REALLY NEED, DESIRE. I NEED TO MERGE WITH YOU SO I MAY BE FREE OF THIS STONE PRISON AND WE WILL BOTH BECOME REBORN!”
I had become speechless. It was the fulfillment of my desires. To become someone with confidence and strength and become the object of desire, no WORSHIP, of all men. I was about to accept, but it looked like Magnus had already read my mind as he grabbed me by my waist with his hands and lifted me up as if I was a feather. “NOW WE SHALL MERGE!” he boomed. With that he flipped me upside down and slowly lowered me onto his thick anaconda (we’re getting closer). As if by instinct I open my mouth and began to lick and suck on the enormous head. He, however, was not satisfied with just that so he forced me down about halfway down his shaft in one quick motion. I panicked thinking at first he would split me in half, but then I realized my mouth, my throat, and the rest of my body had some how conformed to his monster and I could still breathe, too. As I feasted hungrily on him I reached out to feel his colossal pecs. They were warm and not just harder than the marble the used to be made of, but harder than steel. I reached my way down to the nipples and pinched as hard as I could without even making a dent. This didn’t seem to make them any less sensitive though as he moaned the deeply, his voice setting off another volley of my cream except this time it didn’t stop. It just kept cumming and cumming over and over again. I started to feel something enter me like some sort of jolt of electricity. My muscles began to feel tight and my already flushed face began to feel like it was on fire. I could feel all of the fat on me melting away and being replaced with hard muscle. I felt my soft stomach turn into two rows of bricks. My pecs grew so fast that they popped the buttons off the front of my shirt so fast they could have been bullets. My arms felt like two mountains growing underneath my skin, destroying my sleeves with a slow tantalizing “RRRRRRRRRIP” followed by the mass of corded strength that was my forearms. My back grew into two huge wings that destroyed the back of my shirt. My jeans began to show that tear drop of muscle as they burst through the tough seams of the denim. The calves followed suit turning into muscled diamonds of power that would probably have cracked real diamonds like they were walnuts. Then my cock began to burst out of its zipper, becoming covered in veins, the head becoming flared and purple, and stopping just an inch or two above my navel. My balls soon popped out to growing to the size of large oranges. Just as my growth was complete, I could feel Magnus’ balls rumble in anticipation of his orgasm. As the cum traveled up his shaft and then filled me to the brim I blacked out from the pleasure.
When I woke up I was in the cave again. In front of me was the platform, but instead of the statue there was nothing but a pile of white dust. As I got up I looked down to find my clothes in tatters and my new body intact, confirming that last night wasn’t just some cruel hallucination. At first I began to enjoy my new body. Rubbing my firm pecs and hard abs. Feeling the new weigh and girth of my cock and balls. Then I realized as big as I was, I wasn’t anywhere near the size of the statue. Don’t get me wrong at around 6’6” and 350 lbs. I could have won any bodybuilding contest, but it wasn’t anything like what Magnus was.
“Be patient, Rich. It will take us time before we can return to our former glory.”
That voice! It was like Magnus’, but with out making me orgasm.
“We have not completely merged yet Rich. We will have to gain more power before we can truly be reborn.”
“So how do we do that?”
“By finding more followers to worship us.”
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