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#Kinktober Day 1

Based on these stories:

megamusclefan

You awake in the bed of the Muscle Daddy you followed home from the club. Your first thought is of your aching hole - your musclebound hookup pounded you with his monster for several hours. You now lay on your stomach, staring at the gorgeous power-top who pushed your strength, stamina and flexibility further than you thought possible all night long. Oh, how your body aches.

The fantasy muscle daddy groans in his sleep and rolls towards you, but before you can move he continues rolling until he's laying face down on top, his body perfectly on top of you. The sheer weight of his ultra muscled body is threatening to flatten you, his rock-solid torso presses harshly against your back, but thankfully you have a soft king-sized mattress beneath you. You try to shout to wake him, but you're crushed to the point you can hardly breathe, so you barely manage a whisper. You try your best to push up, but it's not possible to shift the considerably larger and heavier man. Your legs are sandwiched between two rock-solid legs that are each larger than your waist.

Despite your love of bodybuilders and your constant desire to be as close to sexy muscle as possible, you don't want to be crushed to death by a sexy sleeping giant! Forcing your aching and trapped body to move, you wriggle everything as much as you possibly can. Although you barely move, you know its working because the Muscle Daddy starts groaning again, you double your efforts, frantically moving your whole body. He starts groaning more frequently, so you think it's working. Your eyes suddenly bulge as a twang of pain hits your sore sphincter. All of your movement is stimulating the resting monster between those tree-trunk legs. The boulbous mushroom head has started poking at the entrance to your hole, in a panic you try to squirm away some more, then POP the now semi-hard has wedged itself inside you. The muscle daddy inhales deeply in his sleep, he slightly raises his hips then slowly slides them back down, forcing his rapidly hardening even further into your ass. You feel a small splurge of precum deep within you, the sleeping man starts to groan.

The sleeping giant finally wakes up. He starts to apologies for crushing you, but he pauses halfway through getting off you - his eyes bulge with excitement and his rockets to full hardness as he realises he awoke inside a hot ass. He laughs and PLOWS his XXL so far into you, it feels like it's entered your intensitines. "damn!" he yells, "you were eager for round 11! Well now I'm awake, HERE IT IS!!"

He starts aggressively pounding up and down, the power of his thrusts knocking the wind out of you every time his immense weight smashes down on you. Unable to breath enough to speak, you expell groans each time he plows into you.

He eventually realises he's crushing his considerably smaller playmate, "Sorry Lad, I don't want to squish you!" he slides his fucktool fully into you, then scoops his strong arms around and under you, then rolls around so you're both on your backs, all whilst still over 12 inside you. Now he's on his back. As he continues to thrust his hips HARD, his huge arms wrap tightly around your body in a reverse bearhug, then he slides you swiftly back and forth like a living fleshlight. As he reaches climax, his burly arms hug you so tight your ribs threaten to snap and your ass fills with his warm, thick man-seed.

megamusclefan
I finally had the courage to message my old PE Teacher on the hook-up app.

I left school 10 years ago, and now I'm finally meeting with the man who started my obsession with large, beefy daddies.

He may be in his fifties now, but he is looking beefier and somehow more solid than ever. He kissed me hard as soon as I walked through the door. He lifted me up and carried me through to the bedroom.

He slammed me down onto the hard mattress then immediately straddled me, he's built like a bull and bloody feels as heavy as one too.

He looks down at me, opening his robe to reveal his powerful beefy body. "you're not gonna believe this," he said, "I have you to thank for helping me discover the joys fucking men. Remember the day when you lost your phone? Well, I found it the toilet in the changing rooms. It wasn't locked, so I used it to check whose it could be, then there was a video open, one with a big, burly teacher fucking a scrawny student - it was that moment that I realised I liked men. It's not been on my mind for years, but when you messaged, it clicked that I was the inspiration for that search... Wasn't I?"

Too stunned to speak, I just nod.

He chuckles then shifts his weight a little and whips out an intimidatingly thick semi, then starts smacking it against my face. "But now you're finally here, we can recreate everything in that rough, horny video of yours.


He uses his chunky finger and thumb to prise my mouth open, then he shoves his thick in.

And that's the start of the longest, most orgasmic night of of my life

He's not thinking much. The growth hit him hard, erasing almost all thoughts in his head. He just stares at you whilst his body swells and solidifies, practially bursting out of the xxl shirt that was somewhat loose over his previously standard dadbod.

The serum was much more potent than expected, not only was all fat turned to muscle, but he seemed to grow too. Adding a few of height to the already large man.

The t-shirt clings so tightly that it tears a little more with each movement. He moves towards you, with barely a thought in his mind. He wants to thank you, it's less of a thought, more of an urge, "hug" he growls as he pulls you toward his immense and obscenely solid body. He's unaware of his strength, not realising that he's already snapped several of your ribs, but he's about to obliterate you torso with his hydrolic-like embrace.

subceeding
Dr. Holtz knew he shouldn’t have prescribed himself the fertility treatment. A drug that experimental should have only been given on the advice of a doctor specially trained for fertility issues and only after performing the required bloodwork to ensure it was safe.

But he panicked when his test results came back showing a  poor sperm count. He felt like his coveted manhood was threatened. He didn’t have a wife or even a girlfriend right now, but he knew he wanted to be a father someday. So he took a single dose. And wouldn’t you know it? The next day, he felt great. Woke up in the morning cupping his balls and they felt... full. Real full. So he kept up the doses. 

After a week or so, he was certain. His balls had actually grown bigger. There was no question either that he was making more sperm. Copious amounts of it. Over the next few weeks, the new found confidence did wonders. When the nurses and other doctors asked why he had a shit eating grin on his face, he told them he was doing well at the gym. It wasn’t a lie. He was pushing himself harder than ever after work. He’d never really done head squats and deadlifts, but he was soon doing the heaviest sets of anyone at his gym. And the firmer, larger butt didn’t go unnoticed by his coworkers.

Soon, when he sat down, there was an obvious bulge in his khakis. So he upgraded to a larger size (He needed a belt for his waist) to contain his growing thighs. Had to switch to briefs to manage his larger package. He love the feeling of how the briefs cupped and supported his balls. But they were now the size of regular eggs. He was officially a guy with big balls. Time to stop taking the treatment. 

The first day off the treatment they ached. A dull throb with the pulse of his body. The second day, they throbbed so much he couldn’t go into work. He found himself grabbing them trying to soothe them. He couldn’t go off the treatment. Not cold turkey. He went back on the next day. After all, the growth had to level out soon. 

Now, they’re a bit larger than XL eggs. Dr. Holtz does his best to not adjust his crotch as his briefs grab his heavy nuts. The largest reasonable sized khakis couldn’t contain his thick, still growing thighs. And he can’t sit down without his enormous thighs and bulge pressing themselves against his pants. His large ass takes up so much fabric, making his crotch so tight. It’s all grown. He could swear he’s taller if it even matterss anymore. 

He can feel them sitting on enormous thighs, producing more and more . Damn he’s fertile. He feels like he needs to so bad. He’s so fertile he can’t hide or stop thinking about how he wants someone to take his huge balls in their tiny hands. What he is going to do to them. Everyone looks at him and knows that he’s made to have . Everyone is going to need to accept that he is going to have a large bulge because he is a large, growing, fertile man.