Call of the Incubus Ch. 10

Chapter 10: The Bodybuilding Contest

It's the dead of night, and I don't know where I am. I've been stripped naked; a cold wind blew over my bare skin, chilling me to the bone. It's so dark I can't even see ahead of me; I could tell I was in a cave, but nothing else. I try to get up, but slip and fall on the wet floor, scraping the skin off my forearm. I scream out in pain, my voice echoing in the darkness. Clutching my arm as I curl on the rocky floor, with blood pouring from my hand. It feels strange, sticking to my hand like glue. I roll over to my back, breathing heavily as I try to regain focus and figure out where I am. Looking around, I can barely see an opening in the ceiling, one that shows a heavy rainstorm. I turned over again and tried to get up, sitting on all fours when a lightning strike briefly illuminated my surroundings, I'm surrounded by rocks and strange symbols. Looking closer, I can tell they're not carved into the rocks, but drawn. I only see it for a moment before darkness once again washes over the cave.

Then, some force flips me on my back again, and a sudden fatigue spreads as a strange weight materializes on my chest. It slowly spreads to the rest of my body, settling over my body and keeping me from moving. I can see a black mass forming over my body, keeping me pinned down to the floor. I don't even have the energy to struggle as this mass holds me down. I can't even bring myself to hate it; it's suffocating, but soft and warm, unlike the cruel cold wind that mercilessly cut through the cave. It holds me, caressing me and shielding me from the cold. This shadowy presence holds me with my arms and legs spread apart and is slowly forming into the shape of a man. A large man, far larger than anyone that's ever existed. A strange purple glow comes from the floor as he grows and takes shape. He completely smothers me, cutting off my breath and clouding my vision. The last thing I see are his eyes forming, large purple orbs that look right through me. The last thing I hear is moaning shaking the cave.

My eyes snap open, breathing heavily as I flail around my bed, trying to push this mysterious weight off me. I feel this weight push back, reaching out and grabbing my hands. I only stop panicking when I hear him groaning in annoyance. It's Gary! I breathe a sigh of relief when I realize it was all a dream. Still, most of his body's weight is pressing down on my chest, making it hard to breathe. I try to gently push him off me, but he once again groans in annoyance, loudly. He wraps his arms and legs around my entire body, holding me tightly as he snuggles his head next to mine.

"C'mon man, you're crushing me. Let go-" before I can finish, his tail rises and smacks me in the face. Is he being serious right now? He knows I got shit to do today. "Don't be a petty bitch, come on-"

"Shut up you baby..."

Gary finally loosens his grip, moving his weight off my chest but still keeping me in bed. He's still curled around me, but most of his body now lies on my left, spooning me. I still can't get out of bed, but it's so comfy I don't even want to leave. I turn to Gary, wrapping my arms around what I can and snuggling into his large, comforting embrace. I bury my face into his chest, making myself as small as I can so Gary can fully encompass me. I know it won't be easy, I'm growing larger every day, but Gary's still large enough to cover most of my body. I almost forget what I had to do today, fading back to sleep until I hear my alarm go off. Shit, it's time to get up. I moved to check my phone, but Gary held me tight. He groans again as he pulls me closer to him, wrapping his limbs around me and keeping me in place. He kisses and licks my neck, he clearly doesn't want me to go anywhere; and honestly, I don't want to. But I know I have to.

"Gary... you know I have to go," he grumbles in annoyance, springing his wings out and tail, wrapping both around me. "Let go man..."

He's not happy with me insisting that I need to go, his tail curls around my legs. Now he whines and grumbles as he shakes his head. I rub and kiss his head, it's cute seeing him act like this, but I need to go.

"You know I'd love to stay, but today's important, you know that..." Then he busts out his final resort. He raises his head and looks at me with eyes, uncovered by his large bangs. He shoots his puppy dog eyes at me, at least, his version of it. The black, catlike slits form his irises widen into deep, dark pits I could stare at forever. I almost do, but I resist, even as he curls his lips and whines.

"You know how important today is for me, but I can't stay cuddled up with you. If you keep trying- "

"Yes, yes, I hear you," he sighs, moving his limbs off me. "But you can't go anywhere with that morning wood."

I sit up and rub my eyes, and take a quick look at my cock. I usually didn't sleep with clothes anymore. My clothing budget has already gotten too high, and I didn't want to spend more money on pjs. I knew I probably had a chub building, but I know I'm not hard. Before I could ask what he was talking about, he immediately moved to my exposed cock and slurped it all up. His lips went from the head to the base before I could even blink, and his mouth immediately went to work. I could feel his tongue curling all over my cock, and he sucked my cock with the force of a black hole. I moaned as my cock hardened almost instantly in Gary's mouth. He made a show of slowly peeling back from my cock and releasing it with a large satisfying pop. A wide shit-eating grin appeared on his face as he held my cock.

"Look at it! Were you seriously considering leaving while stuffing this in your pants?"

Well, it has grown to be incredibly impressive. It's over 12 inches now, 12 1/2 to be precise. I would've had all eyes on me if I tried to step outside with it fully hard. Hell, even when flaccid it's over 9 inches, so it's difficult to hide even when I'm soft. My balls, now the size of baseballs, rest on the bed sheets. Large veins pulsating as they came to life, they gurgled softly as they filled with cum, barely audible unless you pressed your ear right on my balls. Gary stupid, shit-eating grin got wider as he pressed his ear on my balls. He's grown to love this sound; every time, after we fuck, he goes to sleep laying down and listening to my balls rumble. He says hearing my balls gurgle and growl reminds him why he chose me, and what I will soon become. I know what he means, but that is still one of the most ridiculous things I've heard him say.

He drags his long tongue from the bottom of my balls all the way to the tip of the head. I shiver in delight, moaning as a long rope of precum shoots from my cock. It lands right on his face, and he eagerly licks it all up, his unnaturally long tongue travels all over his face to lap up each pearly white drop. Then he pushes his nose up to my cock and breathes in my musk.

"Oooh, you smell really good today..." he says, rubbing my cock while pressing it against my cheek. He's just rubbing my cock here, not even giving me a proper handjob, but it still has me close to bursting. Precum spews from my cock, completely covering my shaft and Gary's hand in white hot sludge. Gary stops for a moment, taking his hand off my cock. He stares at it with wide eyes and a small grin. His tongue shoots out and immediately licks it all up. Then, he just loses it, he latches his mouth to my cock, gleefully lapping up all the precum he could. But he couldn't clean it, I was spewing pre faster than Gary could drink it all down. He takes his mouth off my cock and smiles at me. He's beaming at me, giggling like a schoolgirl. He sticks a finger right into my cum-slit. He presses down as precum spews out, and his finger glows with demonic power. No, he's not doing that spell again, is he?

I sat up and tried to push him off me before he could complete his spell, only for him to stick his hand out and casually hold me down. He doesn't even look at me until he completes the spell, now, until he allows it, not a single drop of cum will spew from my cock until he wills it. He leans in and kisses me, a mischievous grin plastered across his face.

"Don't worry, I'll make it worth your while." he says, now planting both hands on my shoulders. "Just sit back and relax, let me take care of you..."

His ass is hovering right above my cock, his pucker just about kissing the cockhead. Then he just sits down, easily taking 12 inches of man-meat like it's nothing! At this point I really shouldn't be surprised; he's an incubus, he could probably shove a fire hydrant up his ass without complaining, but it's still ridiculous to see it happen!

He starts slowly, holding me by my shoulders as he grinds on my cock, enjoying both the feeling of my massive cock, and the strain of my now-growing balls, full of forcibly sealed cum. His feet curl under and fondle my bloated balls, juggling and squeezing them as he plays with my cock. I squirmed as he toyed with me, my cock feels like it's about to explode! I would've came a hundred times already, but thanks to Gary's spell, I'm not gonna be able to bust a nut anytime soon. I groan; another orgasm denied by Gary's spell. Gary chuckles as he watches me twist and turn, my face contort in pain as my balls continue to bloat up with seed. He moves a hand to my cheek, caressing my face and shushing me.

"Don't worry, dear, I'll end this quickly."

He suddenly picked up the pace, his ass slamming down on my pelvis like a jackhammer. He took his hand off my face and started jacking himself off as he bounced on my dick. Of course, his moaning was as loud as ever. Deep, lurid moans reverberated around the room, drowning out the sounds of him riding my cock. I soon realized he wasn't going to let me cum until he did, so I started thrusting with him, my hips moving with as much force I could manage. The force was enough to lift my huge balls off the bed, I could feel them smack Gary's ass. My massive balls, now likely the size of medicine balls, tensed every time they hit Gary's ass. My moaning joined the lurid cacophony of sounds that now rang throughout my bedroom. Gary let go of his cock and wrapped himself around me, his throbbing cock now heating up the space between us. He was somehow moving even faster, bouncing his ass at near light speed. His arms pressed my head right into his huge pecs, my lips nearly touching his cock. I do what's natural (and what's necessary) and wrap my lips around his dong. He fucks my mouth as he rides me, his precum pouring into my mouth.

I can feel little drops of cum leaking from my cock. His spell must be weakening! He's gotta be close now, I won't have to wait much longer!

"Aah, Adrian! I'm gonna-ooooooaaaAaAAAAAUuuUUGGGGHHHhhh!"

He throws his head back, roaring out to the heavens as he finally cums. He erupts in my mouth, steaming hot splooge flooded my mouth. I could barely hold it all in my mouth. I took what I could, swallowing everything I fit in my mouth. The rest gushed out my mouth and even my nose, spilling back out onto Gary. Then his spell is released, and I unleash my own flood of cum into Gary's ass. It starts filling him out immediately, his perfect abs being pushed out by the torrent of cum that's been building up all morning. Each geyser of cum I release distorts his guts, looking like an oversized baby was kicking him from the inside. Soon, a lot sooner than I expected, I ran out. The geysers turn to ropes, then turn to a small dribble that only adds to the ridiculous mass of cum Gary holds in him. My orgasm lasted longer than Gary's, only for a minute or so.

Gary smiles and sighs, lifting himself off my cock and backing up. I can see him properly now, and while he's not as big as Benn was, he still looks ridiculous. His stomach bloated in size, making him look like he ate a yoga ball pregnant! His abs barely visible due to being stretched out by all the cum I pumped into him.

"Phew! Look at what you've done to me!" he sighs, motioning to his massive belly.

I raise an eyebrow, lifting myself off the bed and carefully walk over to him. "You don't like it?"

"Like it? I love it! Look at all this!" He screams, both hands holding his belly and presenting it to me. "All this is you, you've done this! Everyday you stray further from god, further from your human limits-" suddenly, he reaches out and grabs me by the neck, holding me centimeters away from his freakishly wide eyes "and soon, very soon, you will take that final step. Are you ready, my dear? Are you ready to plunge into the depths of hell with me?"

We're both breathing heavily, Gary stares at me with anticipation, waiting for my answer. I take a deep breath, then tell him exactly what he wants to hear.

"Yes, I'm ready. I'm waiting for the day I can burn with you."

A wide, manic grin cracks across his face. A mad, wild cackle breaks from his mouth. In this moment, I see a glimpse, a small sliver into the monster that slaughtered the cultists that summoned him. He's been waiting for this, hasn't he? I've damned myself with these words, but I haven't fallen yet-and I'm not sure if I'm really ready, I just don't want to piss off Gary this morning.

Gary's brow furrowed, and smile seemed to dim a little. He can kinda read my mind, so he must be able to sense my hesitation. I don't know how he feels about it, but whatever thoughts he has doesn't stop him from pulling me into a deep kiss. We held this kiss for a good minute, holding each other tight until Gary suddenly pushed me away. He pushed me so hard I hit the wall, nearly falling over and hitting the floor. I push myself off the wall, wincing in pain from getting thrown so hard.

"What the fuck?" I screamed out, enraged at Gary for the first time.

Gary does something I never expected from him; he backs down. He seemed to shrink away when I yelled at him, curling up and hiding his face from me. Still, I can see him blushing, and his cock is rock hard again, precum dripping down on my floor.

"Wha-? How are you hard again?"

"W-what am I supposed to do about it..." he mumbles out, barely audible.

"What?"

"I said what the hell am I supposed to do about getting hard when looking at you? You're too damn sexy..."

He's mumbling again, curling into himself as he turns away from me. His face is bright red, cocooning himself in his limbs. He moans quietly, grabbing my discarded underwear and brings it up to his face, sniffing it as he starts jacking himself off again. What the fuck? He knows I can see him, right? Whatever, I don't got time to be weirded out by Gary's nonsense, I need to get ready. I grab my towel and go to the shower, letting the hot water run over me. I let out a sigh of relief, finally letting myself relax after my crazy morning. I look down at my muscles, my hands tracing down to touch them. I really have grown, haven't I? My pecs are so huge it makes it a little difficult for me to see the rest of my body, but not impossible. I can see my glorious 8-pack, each ab clearly defined. I still had some body fat, sure, but none of it hid any of my impressive muscles. I lift up my arm and flex. I could make out all the striations in my muscles and can even see the veins popping out of my biceps. I twist my arm around, settling my eyes on my forearm, admiring my flexor muscles, veins snaking through my forearm too. Eventually, I force my eyes away from my muscles and get back to cleaning myself. If I keep admiring myself I'll never leave the shower!

I step out of the shower and dry myself off, quickly wrapping the towel around my waist before moving to the door. Before I leave, I take one last look at myself. I'm truly astonished with how much I've changed in the last two months. I've grown to be 6'5", still a little shorter than Ernesto, but still impressive. I weigh over 266 pounds, which might make me heavier than Ernesto! He joked that if I don't stop growing, he's gonna have to start calling me big bro! I hope I'm still growing, since I know I'm not big enough to be the big brother yet. Suddenly, the door slams open, spooking me so badly I dropped my towel. Gary walks in, his gut gone and his cock still rock-hard. He licks his lips and hums in approval, before strutting over to me.

"My, my, you've really grown so sexy!" he says, bending down and wrapping his hands around my chest. Moving his fingers deftly around my pecs, tracing his fingers around the veins popping out of my pecs. Then, his hands move down to my nipples, I moan as he pinches and caresses them. He draws his head down and kisses and licks my neck, as his hands descend further, down to my abs, down to my hardening cock. He stops himself just before he reaches my swelling meat. Instead, he turns me around, having my back turned to the mirror. It was then I noticed his cock looks a little bigger, the incubus himself looks like he's a little larger.

"Hey, have you-mmph!" I was cut off with another kiss. It was intense, but short. He suddenly pushed me away, his face bright red, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. A wide, toothy smile spread across face as he cackled like the demon he is. He was drooling, both from his mouth and his cock. His cock was spewing rivers of precum as he stood there, staring at me, wide-eyed as he struggled to hold back his lust fueled insanity.

"F-f-fuck! Y-you..." He started, but his lust seemed to rise to even more incomprehensible heights for every word he forced out. He covered his mouth with both hands and moaned, before thrusting up towards the ceiling, his huge balls clenching as he erupted into an impromptu climax. It hit the ceiling and rained down over him, covering himself in his own white-hot cum.

"I can't handle it! Y-you're growing like CRAZY! Everyday you're growing large, growing stronger, growing into a huge, sexy beast! I've been watching you, at the gym, at the clinic, in the showers- aaoooggghhh!" he stopped as he came again, another, larger cum blast that barely missed me, hitting the door so hard I heard it creak from the pressure! He moans again before continuing his lustful rant.

"Y-you sexy piece of shit, I can't take it anymore, COME HERE!" his tail shoots out and drags me close to him. I'm pressed between his meaty pecs and his huge, throbbing cock. He stands there, licking his lips as he watches me struggle with his grip. His tail is all he needs to keep me restrained. His hands clasp around my head as he draws me into a forceful kiss, his tongue ravaging my mouth, both his pre and his manly scent messing with my senses. I completely fell to lust, returning his passions with my own. But before we could spend the rest of the day fucking each other senseless, Gary pulled away. His tail released me, and he backed away from me. My mind still foggy with lust, I mindlessly moved to embrace Gary again, only for him to push me away.

"N-no, you-you've got somewhere to be."

"But what about you?"

"I'll find a way to relieve myself, get changed and get going."

"I don't care about that! I'll take ALL of you; I'll spend the rest of the day on your huge cock if I must!"

"Adrian," he stepped forward and forcibly turned me around "go to your little contest and win, and when you win," he leaned in and whispered into my ear "I'll fuck your mind into slurry, now get out there and win."

He pushed me out through the open door and slapped my ass with his tail. I only just realized I had his precum all over my chest. I try to rush back into the bathroom, but Gary shuts the door on me. I hear him moaning in the bathroom along with his cum shooting and splashing in the bathroom.

"Open the door, I gotta clean myself."

"Ah-you can't come in-ough, just-mmph! Wipe it off!"

I kicked the door a couple of times before remembering this is my mom's house, and stormed back to my room. After calming down and putting my sexual frustrations to rest, I look at the cum that's dripping off my chest. Well, there's no point forcing myself in. He's probably flooding the bathroom with his cum, and I'll just get hit with a wave of cum that'll force me to spend the rest of the afternoon in the bath. Besides, I can just wipe myself off with my towel. Well, I can try. Even after I get most of it off, I still reek of my master's scent. Shit, even his smell is enough to make me feel like a submissive bitch. I guess nothing really changed huh. Whatever, I need to get changed. I just slap on a plain white tee and some baggy sweatpants. It's not like it matters anyway, I'm not gonna be wearing much on stage.

I walk downstairs, passing by the bathroom. I can hear Gary moaning even louder now, almost screaming about fucking sexy I am now. It's flattering, and I'm tempted to bust down the door and spend the rest of the day with him, but I know better. I shake my head and go downstairs, focused on the bodybuilding trophy I know is already mine.

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I'm walking for once, instead of like a madman to my destination. I'm going to the gym, only to meet up with my brother and his friends, who will all be competing in today's bodybuilding contest. I first heard from Ernesto, on the last day of June, he just came back from the gym. Instead of going to the shower like anyone who just finished sweating their ass off at the gym, he threw off his shirt and started posing in front of the guest room mirror.

I pick up his shirt and throw it at him. It was funny watching him flail around with his shirt on his head, wondering where the shirt came from.

"W-what, is there a ghost in here? I-I'm not scared of you!"

Of course, a shirt gets flung at his face and he thinks of ghosts. I couldn't stop myself from laughing, quietly at first, but slowly rising to the point Ernesto could hear me. He stops panicking when he hears me laughing by the door.

"Why'd you do that? You know how I feel about ghosts..."

"I know, and I know ghosts aren't real. Besides, something a lot scarier than a long dead spirit would've showed up if she saw your shirt on the floor."

Ernesto gulped, likely imagining the earful our mom would've given him if she saw him leaving any kind of mess in the guest room.

"W-well, I guess I should thank you..."

"It's fine Anyway, don't you have your own room? What are you doing posing in the guest room?"

"U-uuuuh." Ernesto stood there blubbering to himself for a minute, before finally explaining himself.

"Sorry, I just got really excited. See, there's an upcoming contest-"

"I'm assuming it's a bodybuilding contest?"

"Well, you'd assume right! It's gonna be July 31st, the last day of the month!" His big, dumb smile comes back before fading away again. "I know you don't like it when I mention anything 'bout bodybuilding, and you don't look like you're in any shape to compete..."

Well, he's not 100% wrong. For the longest time I've been adverse to showing my body off. Simply because I was jealous of my brother's body, and his habit of showing it off whenever he could. That being said...

"That's no reason to keep it to yourself, are you planning on going up the stage without an audience?"

Ernesto gives me a befuddled look. "What, do you mean?"

I sigh, only just now remembering who I'm talking to. "Have you considered that your FAMILY might want to be there to cheer you on?"

"Oh! Yeah, I never thought you would ever really care about bodybuilding. I mean, it's not like you guys ever went."

"Really? Dad never shuts up about your contests!"

Ernesto sighs, a dopey frown appearing on his face "Dad's always been pretty busy, you know? And mom.."

Yeah I know mom thinks bodybuilding is pointless, I don't need him to tell me that. Still, I figured she would've gone at least once. Maybe...

"Maybe I can convince mom to go with me this time."

Ernesto's face lit up when he heard me. Turning to me with the biggest smile I saw on him. "REALLY?"

"Yeah, really. I've never been to any of your bodybuilding contests anyway, figure I might as well go to this one since I'm moving away."

"Oh, yeah..." Ernesto's dopey frown returned. "Moving away" is my excuse for disappearing after Gary turns me into an incubus. I still don't really know what's in store for me after I turn, all I really know is I'm not gonna be able to live anything resembling a normal life, so I'll need to stay as far away from my family as possible.

"Mmm, you know, Adrian, maybe you could-you know, compete?"

"Alright, now you're just talking crazy, go up to your room before I tell mom you're posing in the guest room."

"B-b-but I really think-"

"Come on, get out!" I get behind him and push him out of the guest room. At least I try to, at this point I'm still nowhere near his size. All I accomplished is getting his sweat all over my hands. Either way he gets the message and leaves, stomping his way upstairs.

"Dammit, what the hell was he doing in that gym! My hands-!" I shake hands, trying to get as much of his sweat off them as possible. Shoot, I might have to step back in the shower just to properly clean my hands.

"Or you could let me clean them~"

"Shit!" I nearly jump out my skin when I hear Gary. I whip my head around to see him standing in the corner of the room. How long has he been standing there?

"W-what are you-"

"I heard your sexy brother mention that little contest, and I for one, would LOVE to see you get in a micro-thong and get your cute little ass up stage and-"

"Yeah, yeah, you'd love to see me and a whole gaggle of men with big, bulging muscle flex on stage. You know you can shamelessly oogle all those men WITHOUT me competing right?"

"Well, wouldn't it be a lot more fun if YOU were posing with them? C'mon, you have grown so much already, imagine how you'll look by the end of July! You'll win just by showing up!"

I didn't plan to stop growing, but that doesn't mean everyone needs my body. I turned to Gary, infuriated with his endless lust. "I wanted to grow stronger for myself, I was tired of looking in the mirror and seeing a small, bone-thin man that looked like he still needed to go to the store with his parents. I did this because I wanted to become a MAN. I don't need a bunch of muscle obsessed snobs to tell me I'm better when I know I am."

For a moment, Gary just stood with his mouth open. He was shocked I had the stones to talk back to him. Then, a devilish smirk snakes across his face. "Well, your confidence is certainly SEXY..." he says, as he steps slowly towards me with his arms outstretched. He wraps one arm around me as he raises a hand to hold my chin. "Well, I just want you to consider it, for me."

"Whatever, I'm tired." I throw his arm off me and rush up to my room. While lying on the bed, I think about this stupid contest. It's weird Gary wants to see me compete so badly, especially since we fuck damn near every day. He's seen more of my ass in my bed than he'll ever see if I go upstage. Then again, expecting an Incubus to ever see enough ass is pretty foolish of me. Looking back now, I don't think I would ever consider competing in this contest if it weren't for my lovers.

Speaking of my lovers...

I see them as I near the gym. They're huge now, both of them tower over me(at least in terms of height). Benn stands at 6'7" and Gabe towers over him at 6' 9". I "only" stand at about 6'4", maybe an extra half inch give or take. Their muscles have grown to be equally impressive as their bodies. Ben's muscles used to be slim, lean muscles, well-conditioned but not impressively large. His muscles blew up after our tryst in the gym, and they've only grown larger since then. Not by much, but enough to be noticeable, which is impressive given how big he's grown then. His shoulders pump up to be giant boulders, his biceps grow to be 20 inches, and his triceps pop out effortlessly from his arms. He's lost some of his conditioning, but he still looks amazing. Especially his abs, he somehow managed to make his six-pack look even better after he bulked up, six solid bricks of muscle shredded beyond even what I have. He looks ready to hop on stage right alongside me and Ernesto. Gabe, he's just huge, he's still got a lot of fat, but he's got even more muscle to go with it. He's probably the closest a man will ever get to looking like a hippo, a beast with a blubbery hide that hides powerful muscles. Except, I don't think anyone would make the mistake of thinking Gabe is hiding any muscle. He wanted to compete, but he couldn't get rid of the fat in time, so decided to pull out. Of course, he's bummed to be sitting out, but everyone still found his transformation to be impressive.

Of course, calling myself small at this point is ridiculous. In these past two months, I've grown huge muscles, possibly bigger than Ernesto! My shoulders have grown to be great boulders of my own, and my biceps can pump up to be 24 inches, far bigger than Benn's! My legs have grown to be equally huge, with thighs measuring 32 inches and 27-inch calves. I don't know Ernesto's measurements, but I'm pretty sure I'm bigger than him, and he's clearly the biggest guy at the gym! Well, as long as we don't count Gabe, but he's not in shape to compete. It was after I accidentally used my powers to make them stronger when they heard about the contest. Me and Gabe had gone out after I finished cleaning the gym, and Benn happened to find us after resting up wherever he stayed. We were chilling in the city park after getting some treats at the bakery. He was stretching in the park when we finally noticed each other, and quickly started berating us for eating sweets so soon after working out.

"Gabe, are you even serious about getting in shape? Show some commitment to getting rid of that blubber!"

"Hey, after what we just went through, we gotta eat!" He tore off a piece of his pretzel and handed it to him. "Want some?"

Ben just stared at the piece then lifted his disdainful gaze to us. He sighed and sat down with us, sitting on the other side of the table.

"So, what are you two doing out here?"

"Oh, we jus' takin it easy. Walking around, sightseeing." Gabe wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close to his body. "We haven't spent enough time relaxin'."

"Well, at least I can agree with that. I'm here to unwind after what happened..."

The mood quickly turned awkward the moment Ben mentioned our time in the gym. It's not really something you can just talk about in the park. He sighs again and moves one to talk about something I never thought he'd be interested in.

"Can't say I regret it now, after getting a body like this. I could probably compete in that bodybuilding contest."

I raise my head up when I hear Benn mention that contest. "Huh?"

"Yeah, the Regional CA show is coming here for once. I didn't think I'd be able to compete until now since, you know," he mentions to his body "Thanks to whatever demon magic you invoked; I've gone up a few weight classes, so they're gonna have to reschedule my match. So, I gotta have something to do in the meantime."

A few weight classes! I don't think he realizes how much larger he is now. The man went from around 170-ish to at least 200 pounds of pure muscle now!

"Really! You're just gonna compete, just like that!"

Benn gives me a bemused look and snorts. "Well yeah, look at me!" He says as he raises his arm and flexes his bicep. It looks like it's doubled in size since this morning! "I don't know if I'll win, but I gotta try with a body like this! I honestly thought you were training to compete."

"W-what? Why?"

Both Gabe and Benn turned to me, a confused look on their faces.

"Why look at you, man! Yer huge! Why yer damn near the size of yer brotha!"

"W-what! No I'm not!"

"Well, he isn't, but I wouldn't be surprised if you grew to be as big as him by the end of the month." I looked at Benn with trepidation, and considered his words.

"Do you REALLY believe I could be that big?"

Both Benn and Gabe nod and agree, both apparently realizing something I really struggled to believe for a long time. Despite my rapid growth, I couldn't bring myself to believe I could ever be bigger than Ernesto. I spent so much my life being the runt of the family I couldn't ever see myself being the "big" brother. Then, Benn put forward a proposal that would change my life.

"You know, I don't want to compete with JUST your brother. We're all gonna train for that contest."

We both tried to refuse, but Benn wasn't having it. Gabe argues he wasn't in good shape for it, and I still couldn't bring myself to believe I belong in the contest. Still we were both dragged into Ben's new training program.

It's been two weeks since then, and I'm the only one who can compete alongside Benn. We meet up right outside the gym with everyone else from the gym who plans to compete. The entire gym is here, though only six of us plan to compete. Me, Benn, two of Ernesto's friends, and Ernesto himself. The rest are just to cheer us on. Unfortunately, Benn's car is too small for all five of us, so Ernesto and his friends have to find their own way there. Me and Gabe get in Ben's car and drive to the stadium.

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The drive took 10 minutes, and we spent all our time excitedly chatting about the contest. Benn seemed confident; he doesn't believe he'll win, but he's certain he'll do well, which is all he wants. I was looking to take the top, to stand on the highest pedestal. But I didn't know if I could. After all, Ernesto's competing, along with his own friends. I'm closing in on Ernesto size, I doubt I'm bigger than him. I know Benn isn't bigger than him, despite his recent growth. If Gabe was in any shape to compete, he'd definitely be the biggest of us all. I feel bad for Gabe, but it's probably for the best that he's not gonna be able to compete.

We finally reached the place where we would compete, New Gardens Auditorium. Stepping out of Ben's car, I can see the renovations in their glory. The auditorium used to be in bad shape, as new stadiums and auditoriums were built around the city, New Gardens started being ignored. It's only until recently they suddenly announced renovations to this old building, which still has historical importance to the city. Looking at the newest version of New Gardens, I can see it incorporates the same green architecture I saw at Dr. Mendoza's clinic. Grass grew from the ceilings and vines draped down to the ground. I started walking to the main entrance, until Benn stopped me and pointed to a much smaller entrance off to the side.

"That's where we're supposed to go. C'mon." Following Benn, I can see signs along the sidewalk, clearly directing competitors towards the entrance. When we reached the entrance, we were greeted by two guards, big men, but not as big as us. They stopped us right at the door, a heavyset man stepping up and pulling out a clipboard.

"Names, please." He asked, more like a tired statement rather than a question.

"Adrian Castille."

"Benn Hartman."

He checked our names off the board and opened the door for us, but stopped Gabe from entering.

"I'm sorry sir, I can't let you in. You're not on the list..." the guards looked up at Gabe, clearly nervous about keeping Gabe out. He looked like he weighed about as much as the two guards put together. He could just barrel right through both of them. Fortunately for them, he didn't want to force his way in.

"I-it's fine, I'll just wait outside."

"Uhh, no. You don't need to-"

Ben tossed Gabe his car keys and walked inside as Gabe awkwardly waved to us. I didn't want to leave him outside, but there wasn't anything I could do. I waved back to Gabe and followed Benn inside.

"I-I'll see you guys onstage!" That's the last thing I heard from Gabe before the door closed behind us, leaving us in a dark, dingy hallway which only had a few ceiling lights illuminating the way for us. I could barely make the signs that pointed us to the locker room. As we made our way towards the locker, I tried to make a little joke.

"Hey Benn,"

"Yeah?"

"Looks like the renovations aren't done here."

"Yeah," a little chuckle escaped his lips as he looked around "given what little I can see, it looks like this hallway hasn't been cleaned since the 80s."

We both shared a little laugh until we reached the door to the locker rooms. There were some guys in white polo shirts, khaki pants, and lanyards, likely marking them as some kind of officials. They walked up and greeted us, huge smiles on their faces as they shook our hands.

The shorter guy pointed at me and asked "Hey, I've heard of you! you're Ernesto, right?"

"Uh, no... I'm actually his younger brother, Adrian."

Both of them stopped speaking for a moment, their faces confused for a moment before slowly turning to masks of shock. The bigger guy spoke up first.

"O-oh, Adrian! You've grown a lot, haven't you?" His voice was uneven and nervous. He shuffled awkwardly for a moment before saying "I don't think we spoke much, I'm Henry and this is Toby. We're two of the showrunners who set up this competition. I think Amanda is making some last minute checks on the stage. Here," He hands us some posers and number tags, numbered 10 and 11. "These number tags will help the judges identify you onstage, there's little hooks in the back, that's how you're supposed to attach them to the left side of your posers." After taking our number tags, they wished us good luck as we entered the locker room. I chuckled as I threw them aside, I knew I wouldn't need it.

The locker room wasn't packed per se, but there were definitely quite a few competitors here. A small crowd gathered around the shower, already changed to their posers. Me and Benn walked right past them, all the way to the farthest locker from everyone else. He set his string bag down and we started changing. We chatted a little as we stripped, just talking about the contest; our chances of doing well, and our fellow competitors. Soon, the topic switched to me and my brother.

"Hey, don't you get tired of people mistaking you for your brother?"

I laugh a little at Benn's assumption. "No, I think it's pretty funny when people mistake me for my older brother. It reminds me how far I've gone," and how much farther I can go, I say to myself. "Hey, maybe people will soon start comparing him to me! Soon you'll start hearing people mistaking Ernesto for me."

"Are you sure that hasn't happened yet? Ernesto showed me some photos of you two before your muscles blew up," he says, throwing his shirt to the floor. "I know you two are brothers, but you look freakishly alike. Seriously, you sure you guys aren't twins?"

I laugh out loud now, a little too loud. I probably got the attention of the little crowd by the shower. "No, no, I swear I was born 3 years after Ernesto. He even has a few memories before I was born, you can ask him." I already got my shirt off, but I struggled to get out of my pants. Benn notices and quickly helps me take them off, but my belt got caught on my underwear somehow. The two of us nearly fell over, but I managed to swerve so we hit the lockers instead. A loud slam rang across the locker room, and the two of us were squished against the locker. I can feel our crotches grinding against each other, the two of us sharing a growing hard-on. I would've started making out with Benn right then and there if we were the only people in the locker room. Unfortunately, I can hear a certain someone rushing over to us, big stomps and heavy breathing as he nearly tripped over himself and fell to get to us. I turn to my side and sure enough, my big brother is right there, a worried expression on his face as he nears us. His friends are right behind him, not nearly as worried as him. In fact, they seem to be mildly amused.

"H-hey! Are you two alright? A-are you hurt?" If I could roll my eyes any harder they would fall out of my head. I could hear his friends laughing in the back, they're not being malicious, though it makes me wonder if they're laughing at Ernesto's excessive concern, or they way Benn and I are pinned against each other. Ernesto's face turned red. He turned around to face them, ready to give them a piece of his mind. Before he could embarrass us further, I step in and calm him down.

"Ernesto, don't. They're not being mean, it's just-"

"Hey, what's that poking my leg?"

I looked down and noticed I was still working up a chub. I wasn't full mast yet, but it was still big enough to stretch my undies and brush up on Ernesto's leg. My face immediately turned red and I tried to back up before his friends noticed. Looking at them, I can tell they do; but before they can say anything about it, the crowd at the shower notices Ernesto and rushes over to him. Their attention is moved to Ernesto's fanboys: moving quickly, I grabbed Benn and his string bag and rushed to the showers. Drawing the curtains so no one can see us, I sit on the floor to catch my breath. The both of us are blushing, nearly caught getting hard with each other.

"You know what Benn,"

"Yes?"

"This might be the first time I'm thankful Ernesto is so stupidly popular. We almost got caught-"

"With our dicks almost tearing out our underwear, yeah I know. Speaking of that..."

He reached into his string bag and pulled out two black posers, but they looked a little strange. They looked weirdly small, like they would snap the moment we tried to walk in them. He noticed my confusion and quickly explained himself.

"Oh, don't worry. These will hold, I tested it. These are special compression thongs, considering how much the two of us are packing down there, I'd figure I get us something special for that." he hands me one as he continues, "It'll be a little tight, but it's worth it, trust me."

"If you say so.." I say, getting up and taking off my undies. My huge cock free for just a moment before I slip on the poser. Yeah it's tight, almost too tight, I can feel the poser digging into skin. I have to shift my dick around to properly fit into the poser, but after a few minutes, everything is covered. I'm surprised how well it hides my cock, there's still a big bulge, but nowhere near as egregious as it looked in my underwear. I see Benn finally take off his shorts, his underwear clearly strained by his dick as well. I think it's 5 inches soft, and over 9 inches hard. When he replaces his underwear with the poser he got, that bulge almost completely disappears.

Benn gave a surprised grunt and he looked down at his crotch, and a louder one as he looked at mine. "Huh, these things are really worth the price. They really do work like they said." He looked up at me and asked me how they felt.

"Tight as hell, you sure we can't wear regular posers?"

"Heh, sure go ahead, try the ones the showrunners gave us. I'm sure your cock won't rip right out of it."

"You'd like to see that, would you?"

"I would, but I doubt you want everyone else to see that."

I picked up the posers the showrunners gave us, and took a good look at them before I slipped them on. I swapped posers once again, and I realized Benn was absolutely right. Even while soft, my cock stretched these posers to the limit. It couldn't even fully cover my cock, anyone could easily see my cock from either side. Only the cock head was fully covered! Benn stared at my cock in pure unbridled lust as he saw how ridiculous these posers looked on me.

"Shiiit, I knew you were big, but damn!" His face was red as he drooled over me. "If you get hard you really might tear this thong apart!"

A small chuckle escaped from me. Turning to my side and hitting a side-arm pose, letting him get a good look at just how right he is. I can hear the poser stretching as I started building up a chub. With no one else in the shower, both of us could hear my balls churning as I started getting hard.

Benn looked around, "Huh, what's that sound?"

"Nothing! Lemme just- change out of these real quick, I'll catch up with you later!"

Benn gave me a suspicious look, but ultimately shrugged and turned to leave. "Alright man, just don't take too long in there." He said before leaving me behind.

I quickly took my cock out of the poser, letting it breathe before it tore them up. I sighed as I looked at this monster that's grown from my crotch. I remember when this thing was only about 5 inches hard, no it's almost twice that while soft! I'd curse it for making my life so hard, but I love it too much to say that. I can't even wear regular clothes because of this thing, but I still love it. Speaking of regular clothes, despite being way too small for me, it actually feels more comfortable than the compression posers. I wonder, maybe it wouldn't be so bad to wear these posers instead. I might be one wrong step from a wardrobe malfunction, but at least I'll be comfortable if it happens. I took a peek out of the showers, everyone was still crowded around Ernesto, so I quietly stepped out and sneaked my way to the stage. With my ill-fitting posers, I peek around the curtain and am surprised to already see there's a few people seated already. Including my parents... Yeah, I immediately rushed back to the lockers, I'm not risking a wardrobe malfunction in front of my parents.

I stepped out of the shower after getting changed into the compression thong, the crowd around Ernesto has dispersed somewhat, but they're still way too many people around him. I walked up to Benn instead, who was waiting for me by the locker he chose. He's giving me that look again, he must've seen me leave earlier. Thankfully, he didn't question it, instead just asking me if the compression posers feel any more comfortable.

"Hell no! Honestly, I can't wait to take this damn thing off."

"Yeah, it feels like it's fucking melting into my skin. I can feel my dick going numb-"

"Hey Adrian! Where were you, come here!" Ernesto comes in and gives me a crushing hug. I guess it doesn't matter how big I get, he'll still be my big brother. It takes Benn tapping him on the shoulder for him to finally let me go, letting me catch my breath.

Ernesto slaps me right on the shoulder, making me jump in pain. "How you doing bro, looks like all those gym visits have been doing you good." The big oaf laughing as I rub my shoulder. "Look at you! You're reaaaal serious 'bout competing today. Well, I wouldn't get too excited. I'm planning on taking the trophy home!" The double pose he did drove the point home. He's here to win, but he's not the only one. His friends behind him, and all the other competitors. They may treat Ernesto like the second coming of Christ, but they all want the crown for themselves. I turn towards Benn, who's talking with one of Ernesto's friends. He may not believe he'll win, but that won't stop him from trying his absolute best. I need to be on my A game today, especially since my parents are here!

All the chatter in the locker was interrupted when one of the showrunners, I think it's Henry-their voice rang throughout the locker room.

"Hello everyone, the stage is ready for you all, so I'm gonna need y'all to get going! If you're ready, follow me to the stage with your number tags!"

Now everyone is leaving the locker room, but it'll be a slow progress, considering how many people are stuffed in here. An unorganized line formed by the doorway, but I didn't join them. I took a seat by our locker to compose myself. Benn noticed and walked up to me, asking if I was alright.

"Huh? Yeah, sure, I'm fine." I said, not really looking at him. Benn could tell I didn't really mean what I said as he came closer. He was literally rubbing shoulders with me with a slight grin, a rarity for sure.

"C'mon now don't lie to me. I know you're nervous." He snuggled closer, I tried to lean away, but he tightly wrapped his arms around me. His small grin grew as I struggled in his grasp. Then he caught me by surprise when he planted a kiss right on my cheek.

"T-this isn't like you. I-I think-"

"You know I hate it when you hesitate, spit it out love."

"S-since when did you call me love!?"

"Since now, now tell me what's wrong. You ain't going anywhere till you do."

I giggle at Benn's playfulness, this is definitely new from him. Benn is usually a stoic stick in the mud, even in bed. But it seems now a bit of Gabe rubbed off him.

I giggled as Benn held me, unable to contain my joy. "Well, yeah, I am a little nervous. I wanna win but I'm not sure if I really got in me to take the crown."

"Well, I wouldn't be too hung up on winning the crown. You're young, we all are. You'll always have time to win. If not this one, then the next. As long as you live, you will always have another chance."

I don't have all that time, but that's something Benn can't know. I just held onto him until I felt better. Before he let me go, planting another kiss, right on my lips.

"You ready, Adrian? I'm not letting go-"

"Until I am, right? Well, I am, you can let go now."

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I'm backstage with everyone, listening to Amanda Collins, who's apparently the lead showrunner; explain how this competition will work. She walked side to side, staring us down like a drill sergeant. Honestly, she could probably pass for a drill sergeant, her black hair is cut short and straight. Her stern face is lined with wrinkles around her eyes and mouth, her thin lips pressed together to create this disapproving look that made everyone feel small.

"Listen up, maggots-"

"Uh, this isn't drill camp Amanda-"

"Dammit I know Henry, LISTEN! I'm only gonna explain all this once. Make sure you have your number tags on your posers, on the left side of your hip. There are 15 of you in total, and there's only so much room onstage for you big boys, so we'll have 5 of you on stage at a time. There will be three waves. Numbers 1-5 will be called first, then 6-10, and we'll end on 11-15. You will enter here," she walks up and points to the right end of the stage " and exit here." She points to the left end of the stage. She walks back to us and continues her spiel.

"These are some pretty simple rules, so I don't care how roided up you are; if you try to do your own thing after your time is up, you'll be thrown out. We have a zero tolerance policy for fighting, I don't care who starts it; if I catch you fighting, you're out." She made sure to glare at a few men who are probably infamous for getting into trouble like this, "There are two 'rounds' for this competition. After all 15 of you get judged for the first 'round', the top 5 competitors will be called up by their number for one last pose-off-"

"Uhh, the proper term is-"

"Keep it to yourself, Toby." She clears her throat before continuing. "As I was saying, after the judges get to ogle the lucky five, they will determine the first place and everyone after them. Is that clear?"

Total silence, she took it to mean everyone understood her. "Good, the first 10 of you will be called up in five minutes." She turned to leave, the other two showrunners followed her out. Leaving us to our own devices, our collective excitement could barely be contained. No sooner she left, everyone started excitedly whispering amongst themselves, talking about the competition. This competition would be a first for many of us, me included, so all this excitement didn't confuse me. That being said, I could barely contain my nerves. I entered this competition kinda on a whim, I definitely wasn't committed when I first started; I look good, but not as good as everyone else. I started sneaking off to the exit, this is all wrong, I shouldn't be here, I-

"There you are! I've been looking for you since we got out of the locker room!" I was about to leave, but I was stopped by Ernesto, stepping right in front of me with a beaming smile. He grabbed me by my arms and shook me with barely contained excitement. "You ready, bro? I can barely believe we finally made it! You know, it doesn't even matter if dad and mom don't show up, I'm just glad you're here!

Stunned with Ernesto's pure excitement, I just mumbled out "Oh, I spotted mom and dad in the audience..."

Ernesto gasped loudly and started shaking me even harder. "Really, that means everyone's here! Oh my god, I can't believe it! One of us better win this now, we can't lose with mom and dad here."

"Haha, yeah..."

"Oh, what number are you? I'm number 5, so I'll be going up with the first wave."

"Me- oh, I'll be going up after you then, I'm number 8."

"Sweet, I was hoping to compete with you first, but I guess that just means you need it really well when it's your turn! Make sure you do the poses we practiced." He turned and slowly drew his arms to his chest, hitting a side chest pose. He nodded at me, a signal for me to copy him. I jumped to copy him, quickly hitting my own side arm pose.

"No no NO, man, come on. You gotta take your time with these poses. You're a big strong man, a fucking Adonis! Moving so quickly makes you look like you don't got no confidence in your body!"

"Well I-"

"You can't crack under the pressure, not now! You've done too much work to get here. C'mon do it like I taught you!"

I moved like he taught me, a little slower, really stretching out my moments before I locked in the pose.

"There we go, move with some confidence and grace! You didn't spend all that time in the gym to duck- no, uhhh retreat, from the judges!"

"I think you mean cower. Although you could've said 'retreat from the judges gaze' to make proper sense."

"Man, look at you mansplaining to me how to speak English. If you were this confident in anything else you did they would've handed you the trophy already!"

"I thought you wanted it more, big bro-"

"Ahh, show some respect to your older brother-"

"Or what, you'll whine to mom and dad about this?"

"Why, you!" Laughing, he grabbed me by the neck and ruffled my hair, and I pretended to struggle, mockingly begging for mercy.

"Lemme go bro, come on!"

"Nope! you better apologize properly shrimp, or imma pop you like a-a zit!"

A zit, huh? alright, if He wants to call me a zit, then I'm gonna show him just how durable a zit can be. I shifted my weight to my left, and slipped my left arm under his right. I broke his grip and threw him on the floor. A large slam rang throughout the stage, turning everyone's heads as Ernesto hit the floor. Ernesto laid there for a good minute, making me worried I knocked him out until I heard him chuckle. That chuckle soon grew into a loud belly laugh as he sat up.

"I scared you for a minute there, didn't I?

I couldn't hold my laughter, spilling out as I walked over to Ernesto. "Shut up you big bastard, I should've-"

Amanda suddenly stormed out with hellfire in her eyes " I told you fools no fighting!"

I stuck up my hands and backed up. "Woah, woah woah, it's not what you think, it wasn't serious."

Ernesto, still on the ground, also spoke up. "Yeah, I'm fine. It was just, what do you call it?"

"Roughhousing,"

"Yeah! Just some roughhousing. we just got a little carried away, miss, that's all."

She stopped and stared at the both of us, seething as her gaze went right through us. It felt like she was grilling us with just her gaze alone. "You, what's your name?"

Ernesto stuttered as he realized she was talking to him. "Ernesto."

"Are you seriously hurt, Ernesto?

"N-no."

She stared at him for a little longer, before sighing and turning back. "Fine, I'll let this slide just this once." She turned to everyone else, screaming "1-5, you're up! Get on stage right now! C'mon!"

"Oh, that's my cue, can you help me up?" I grabbed him and lifted him up to his feet. He waved goodbye as he ran to the stage. Leaving me alone with my thoughts-

"Hey love, I found a good view of the competition, wanna go?"

I whip my head around to see Benn grinning. "Shit! You guys keep popping out of nowhere!"

He laughs and pats my shoulder. "Everyone comes from somewhere, maybe you should pay more attention. You wanna see Ernesto on stage or what?"

I shrug my shoulders and nod. "Sure, don't got nothing better to do. You sure that scary ass lady won't crucify us if she sees us leave backstage?"

"She never said we had to stay here until we were called. C'mon, let's move 'fore she sees us."

"I thought you said she wouldn't have a problem with us leaving."

"She'd probably prefer it if we stayed here, and I'm not in the mood to argue." He started speed walking to the exit. Following him, we soon found ourselves in the same hallway that leads to the lockers. But we never reached the lockers; instead, Benn leads me to a small pass that smelled of mold and mildew, another place that missed renovations. We slipped through here until we found an old stairway that reminded me of Gabe's old apartment. The rust wasn't quite as bad, but I'd rather not touch. Benn walked up with no fear, not even hesitating to walk up the stairs. He turned back to me when he noticed I wasn't moving.

"What are you waiting for? I'm not gonna go down there and hold your hand." He turned back around and started moving before I could say anything. I could only sigh and follow him up the stairs. I moved slowly, watching every move I made. I'm not about to cut myself while walking up here. Of course, Benn teased me as I slowly walked up the stairs. I was only halfway up the stairs when Benn reached the top, teasing me at every step.

"Man, shut the hell up before someone hears us!"

"Why don't you move faster before someone sees you? C'mon man!"

I could only chuckle as I carefully moved up the stairs. What the hell got into him? This man could barely smile, much less hop around and scream taunts like this. I could only ponder this as I made my way up the stairs.

We sat atop an old platform, lifted high above the crowd. Due to how dark it is up here, no one could see us. But we were also really far from the stage, so it was a little difficult for us to see the competition. That said, we could hear the announcer go off, and see everyone posing and flexing. If I focused a little more, I could make out Ernesto and one of his friends, not much else though. We ended up spending more time talking about random stuff than actually paying attention to the competition. We made sure to pay attention to the end of the first set, where Ernesto pulled off a couple more poses that definitely got the audience's attention. He did a side tricep pose, then a front lat spread, and finished by turning around and doing what I think is a rear lat spread. Then the end of the set was announced, they all bowed and moved off stage. That was our signal to get moving, Benn rushed down as I carefully followed him down the steps.

We quickly found our way back to everyone else, and just in time too, as Amanda reminded us. The moment she saw us, she immediately ran up to us and started grilling us, asking Benn where we were.

"Uuuh- we forgot something in the locker room."

Her sharp gaze turned to me, trying to suss out whether or not he was lying. I tried to keep my gaze even and stand my ground, and she eventually relented and turned back to everyone else.

"Alright! Numbers 6-10, it's your turn now! Enter the stage on the right!"

Ok, it's my turn, I try my best to shake off my nerves as I get in line with everyone else. I remember Ernesto's advice, stay confident, focus on yourself, and smile. Keep your nerves hidden until you get off stage. I could feel my nerves building as the stage lights hit my eyes.

"Hello again, everyone! We've had a dramatic first round, but that doesn't mean this competition is cooling down anytime soon. In fact, it'll be heating up with the second wave. Everyone please welcome our new competitors!"

The audience cheered after the announcer introduced us. I can see both my parents getting to their feet as they cheered for me. This is it, I'm not ready, but I'll try to fool everyone into thinking I am. I took a deep breath and smiled, waving to them before locking in on this competition. I close my eyes and push everyone out of my mind, my parents, Benn, my fellow competitors, even that loud-ass announcer. When I open my eyes again, I'm locked in and ready.

I started off with a double bicep pose, showing off my massive arms, the biggest in this wave. Then I switch to a side-chest pose, I hold it for a good minute before switching sides and doing another side-chest pose. Next, I switched to a side tricep pose, really letting my tricep pop out my arm. I raised my arms, now ready to show off my abs. I stepped forward and performed a vacuum pose, sucking in my stomach and keeping my chest puffed up. Keeping my focus on myself, I stepped my right leg forward and flexed my quads, hearing a few gasps in the audience. I made sure to flex my left leg before turning around and performing crucifix pose. I heard more gasps and cheers from the usually quiet audience, hopefully that means I got their full attention now. I finished with a back lat spread, pumping my back as much as I could. I turn back and smile at the audience, hopefully ensuring the illusion of my confidence.

Finally, the announcer called us off the stage, with the audience cheering us as we bowed out. Walking off stage, I felt a huge load taken off me. I overcame the first hurdle, but I still plan to move on to the final round. What I did was certainly enough to get the audience's attention, but I don't know if that's enough to get the judge's attention. I found a bench and took a seat as the third wave was called out.

"Well, it's my turn. I'll see you soon." We waved to each other as Benn walked off with the third wave. I don't go out to watch Benn compete, instead staying seated and trying to calm my nerves. I play my performance over and over again in my head, thinking about all I did right and did wrong. Eventually my mind focuses on my mistakes, like it always does. Why can't I just be happy with what I do, like Ernesto? He doesn't think too hard about anything he doesn't want to. Just going with the flow, doing what he needs to until he finds something he wants to do. He's always been big, but he didn't want to become a bodybuilder until his senior year of high school, and he never looked back since. Speaking of Ernesto, I see him walking right up to me. With a heavy sigh, he sat down right next to me and slapped me right on the back, laughing uproariously as he crashed into the bench.

"So, how do you feel about your first time on stage? You followed my advice?"

I nod, "Down to the letter."

"Good! That means you did really well!"

I shift uncomfortably on the bench, "I think so? I dunno man, I got some attention from the crowd, but that doesn't mean I got the attention of the judges."

"Nonsense, I heard the audience from here! You definitely got the judge's attention, and their praise."

"Really?"

His grin widened as he looked at me. "Yeah, really! The judges don't NEED to listen to the audience, but they still like to pay attention. The judges will show love to crowd favorites, just cause you're a rookie doesn't mean you don't have a chance."

I let his words settle in as I sat on the bench. I considered my rookie status a weakness in this competition, but now, it might make me look even more impressive to the judges. If some upstart rookie like me can impress the crowd like this on my first show, that'll certainly make an impression on the judges. MAYBE it'll be enough for me to take the crown. I'll really have to show some boldness, some real audaciousness on stage. If I manage to get into the top five.

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We sit and chat until Benn comes back from the stage. I rush over to him the moment I see him, asking him how he did. He just shrugs and sits down with Ernesto, saying we'll see soon enough. Then we see Amanda stroll in with the other two showrunners behind her.

"Get up everyone! The judges just gave me their scores, and now we're ready to announce who's moving on to the final round." She pulled up the papers she was carrying. "Please step forward if you hear your name called. Number 5!"

That's not a surprise, Ernesto's one of the best looking competitors here. Everyone applauds as he steps forward.

"Number 2!"

I see a small red-hair step up. He's jacked out of his mind, his pale skin looks like they can barely contain his muscle. Especially his shoulders, those massive boulders almost look like they're the size of his head. He's really young too, probably younger than me! That's really impressive. I can't help but applaud him with everyone else.

"Number 15!"

I see a huge man, almost the size of Ernesto step up. That's one of Ernesto's friends, I think his name is Derrick? Anyway, it's no surprise he made it too, considering his size and experience.

"Number 11!"

Wait, Benn? I look over to him, he looks just as surprised as I am as he gets up and steps forward. I clap along with everyone else, of course.

"Number 10!"

My heart almost stops when I hear my number being called out. I look around, maybe trying to see if someone is trying to play a joke on me. But no, Amanda's face stays stone cold, and everyone starts looking around for me. It takes Ernesto pushing me up to Amanda for me to understand this isn't a joke. I really am moving onto the finals. I tentatively step forward, even now unsure if I'm really moving on. It's only until I hear everyone applauding me when I realize I'm really moving on. I smile nervously until the applause stops.

"Ok, I didn't explain the rules of finals earlier, so I'll explain now before I let you step out again. First, you guys won't be onstage all at once, at least not for long. You'll appear onstage together to be introduced as the top five; after that, you'll have your own individual 5 minute 'shows'. Go through whatever set of poses you chose, whoever impresses the judges the most will win the contest. Is that clear?"

Again, no one had any questions for Amanda. She sighs and says "Alright, I'll show up in the next 5 minutes to walk you guys onstage, be ready by then."

When she left, backstage just exploded with activity. Everyone just started crowding around us, congratulating us, asking us about our workout routine, and generally invading our space. All the praise just made me feel worse, especially when I'm standing with the top five. Everyone here earned their muscles, they trained their asses off making themselves look the best they could be, while I just made a deal for all this. I worked sure, but not as hard, and nowhere near as long.

I tried to smile and run off, but Ernesto once again managed to sneak behind me and wrap his arm around me, keeping me in place.

"We did it bro! Hey, everybody cheer for me and my brother!"

Everyone was endlessly cheering for the two of us, but I really couldn't feel it. I still offered a weak smile as Ernesto held onto me, nearly choking me with his grip. Backstage stayed in this uproar until Amanda returned, calling us up to the stage. Everyone wished us luck and we left. We got on the stage quick, way too quickly, stopping right behind the curtain. I steel myself as the announcer begins his spiel.

"We're finally here, our 15 competitors have been reduced to only 5! Five young competitors, the best of the best. These five have been working on building their bodies to look as great as they possibly could. Now introducing.... Our FINALISTS!"

The audience erupted as we walked in a single file line, waving to the audience as we made our way to center stage. The announcer waits for the applause to die down before introducing us to the audience and letting us go for now. We returned to an empty backstage, it looks like everyone else returned to the locker room. Either way, I finally had some breathing room. Everyone else seemed way too excited to sit down, instead excitedly chatting about their chances of winning. I was just trying to keep myself from running out of sheer embarrassment. The next moment I looked up, I saw Benn standing over me, a worried expression on his face.

"Hey, everything alright? You look like you're about to shit yourself."

It's that obvious, huh? I'm tempted to wave him off, but if I'm this transparent, there's no point in hiding anything.

"No, honestly I-I really don't think I'm ready for this. I-I never been-"

I try taking a deep breath, my teeth clattering together as I struggle to bring my nerves under control. "How do you deal with your nerves, you've been fighting in front of crowds all your life, I figure this is something similar. Please tell me you got some advice?"

"Yeah, focus on yourself and-"

"Come on! Ernesto already told me that!"

"That's not what I mean. Your focus isn't here, I don't know where it is. It shouldn't be on the crowd out there, our fellow competitors, or me, or even that demon. I can hear your thoughts, you probably think you don't deserve to be here because of that demon's magic, right? That's not what you should be focusing on, you need to focus. on. You." he accentuates that point by pointing right at my chest. I stare at him for a minute, then ask him a really dumb question.

"Can you read my mind?"

His eyes bored into mine as he processed my question. Then he burst out laughing, before going into this confused spiel.

"What, no! Y-you, c'mon this is what I mean. Stay focused, work a game plan, focus on WINNING, not whether or not I got telepathy!"

"Well you can't blame me, you know what I've been dealing with for the last two months."

We kept laughing and chatting with each other until an annoyed Amanda showed up and suddenly told me it was my turn to go upstage. Apparently they've been waiting for me for some time.

"W-wait, I'm going first?"

"What, no, Derrick and Connor already went up. Benn and Ernesto will be going after you. I already went over the order you guys would be going onstage, can't you pay attention?"

Jeez, I can't catch a break. Just when I was starting to relax, I gotta go right upstage. Shit, well I can't keep them waiting forever. I got up and started walking to the stage.

"Alright Benn, looks like I gotta go. With all that talk you better be ready once I come back."

"Oh I'm always ready," He raised his hand to me and I held it for a good moment before finally going onstage. The blinding lights hit my eyes once again, and the roaring crowd nearly deafen me. I wince a little when I hear the crowd, seriously, I swear they weren't so loud the last time I went out here. I struggle to hear the loud-ass announcer this time. Barely hearing him introduced me to the crowd.

"... of Ernesto Castile, we have, the little BIG brother.... Adriaaaaaan Castiiiiillle!" That's all I can hear due to the crowd. What the hell did the other guys do out here to get the crowd so hyped? I stand there dazed for a little bit before the announcer taps my shoulder, bringing me back to reality.

"Hey big man, you alright. Dealing with a little bit of stage fright?"

My head snaps to look the announcer right in the eye, before looking down. "Yeah... I guess you can say that."

"Ooh, I see~" a small chuckle escaped his lips as my eyes slowly went back to the crowd. "This must be your first bodybuilding competition young man, and you're real young-how old are you, exactly."

Still looking at the crowd, I struggle to get the words out. "I'm 22 years old."

"Oh, you're young, aren't you. No wonder you're so nervous. Hey, it's fine though, this is only your second time onstage. I have to say, you put on quite the performance earlier. Hard to believe THAT was your first time onstage!

"Well, it's kinda hard for me to believe that too. Feels like forever ago," we both share a bit of awkward laughter, "y-you know, the audience is so loud I'm having trouble hearing myself!"

"Well of course they're so loud, we're all excited for YOU! You really set the standard during your first performance. Ernesto may have had the highest marks, but it was you really got our blood pumping!"

"R-really?"

"Yes, really! Everyone, me included, really thought Ernesto would sweep through the competition, but you really caught everyone off guard! You made this contest real competitive for everyone, they all had to step up the pace. We're all excited to see what you'll do now!"

"Oh, I see..." Yeah, way to keep the pressure off me. Let me know just how much everyone expects from me, I definitely won't let them down. Better move on before I lose focus. "Well, I guess I should get the show on the road! Can't let Ernesto get the crown, after all."

"Oh, if you're ready to go, then I better clear out for you." He turns to the audience, his voice booming through the mic. "You heard him folks, Adrian Castille is ready to get this show on the road, and win the top spot!"

The crowd roars as the announcer leaves and the music starts. It's time, the make or break moment. I either win and get the crown, or Ernesto beats me yet again. I take one last deep breath, and raise my arms. Making sure I'm facing the audience, I pump up my biceps with the most impressive front bicep pose I can muster. Really making sure they pop out as much as possible. Then I turn to my side, keeping my bicep flexed and also step out my leg; focusing on letting the audience see my leg and back. Next, I lower my arms, performing a side triceps pose, but really focusing on my legs; flexing every muscle I can down there before I turn to face the audience again.

Now I pump up my chest and lower my hands to my hips, showing off my chest and my abs. Then I put my hands behind me and pump up my legs. Starting with my right, I flex my quads, shaking them to really show off their size. I repeat this with my left, then turn to my side a perform a side chest pose, smiling to the audience before turning around and flexing my back. Performing a rear lat spread, letting my late pop out like wings. I heard the crowd roaring over the music, I grin, and decided to wrap this up. First I get down on one knee and did a kneeling statue gargoyle pose, a mouthful of a name, and probably the hardest pose I had to do today. I'm probably not doing it right, which is why I don't hold it for too long. I get up and cement my dominance with a victory pose, showing the size of off all my body as the crowd roars at the end of my show. my full body and wowing the audience one last time. The crowd roars as I walk offstage and the announcer rushes back onstage.

"That was quite a show, everyone please show out Adrian Castille!" The last thing I heard before returning backstage. When I came back, Benn and Ernesto walked right up to me and with bright smiles.

Benn greeted me with a handshake and a hug. "Yo Adrian, we heard the crowd from here! I don't know what the hell you did out there, but you definitely won."

Ernesto playfully pushed him, growling in mock anger. "You really gonna count me out like that Benn?"

"No! No, man-you still got a chance. Me, well I'm just going out for formalities at this point."

I scoff at this, I can't have Benn acting like a weak-willed loser. "So you just gonna quit, Benn? You didn't teach me to quit."

"Who's gonna quit? I'm gonna go out there and do the best I can! It's the least I can do after getting this far!"

Ernesto slapped on the shoulder, his hearty laugh ringing throughout the room. "That's the spirit Benn, get out there and do your best!"

Amanda rushed out and ushered Benn onstage, leaving me with Ernesto. As always, he was talking up a storm, and I could barely keep up. I was still trying to recover from my stage time. It's only after Benn's show is almost done when Ernesto starts talking about what he'll do for his own show.

"Oh, you better be prepared for what I'm gonna do when I'm onstage! You did well, but I'm gonna sweep this competition."

"You sure, I had the crowd on their feet."

"Well if you had the crowd on their feet, then I'll have them flying."

I laugh at his ridiculous statement. "Bro, that doesn't even make sense."

"It'll make sense when you see it happen, I'll have them levitating from their seats with my-"

Ernesto stopped himself by covering his mouth, only saying "sorry, you'll have to wait until you see me onstage."

"Come on!"

He shakes his head and does the shush emoji. "Be patient brother, besides," he gets up and does a couple quick stretches, "you're gonna see me soon."

As if on cue, Benn showed up from the stage, already finished with his show. He didn't look as grumpy as usual, his gaze seemed to be a bit more.... neutral? His expression is a bit hard to read, I can't really tell what he's feeling right now. Looking at him, I can't tell if he thinks he did well, so I might as well ask him.

"Hey, Benn! how did you do out there?"

Benn's gaze seemed distant, like he's staring at something beyond us. He seemed to stop and hesitated before speaking, thinking about his words carefully before speaking.

"I don't really know how I did. I THINK I did well, but I wouldn't say I won." He bashfully scratched the back of his head, "I got praise from the audience, but I don't know if that was enough for the judges."

Ernesto pats him on the back and reassures him. "I wouldn't be TOO worried. Remember, the judges will pay attention to the crowd. If you impress the audience, then you definitely impressed the judges."

"Anyways!" Ernesto started stretching again, and faced us with a big smile. "It's my turn, I'll show you all what a championship performance looks like!"

I eye him carefully as he walks to the stage, confident as ever. I know he's good, but I doubt anything he'll do onstage is anything I haven't seen before. We've been practicing with each other since I decided to join this contest, I should've seen everything he has to offer. Nevertheless, I feel an insatiable curiosity. It's not impossible for him to keep some secrets from me. I HAVE to see what he's gonna do onstage.

"Hey Benn, can you lead me to the same spot we went earlier?"

"Huh, o-oh, we don't need to go there. I actually found a spot with a better view, c'mon."

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It took us a little bit to walk to Benn's new spot. It's an old conference room that was really close to the stage for some reason. Benn said it's for VIP guests to comfortably hold meetings while still getting a show. Whatever the reason, it's way closer to the stage than Benn's old spot, and a lot safer too. By the time we reached the room, we skipped Ernesto's intro and preshow interview. We showed up right when the music started and Ernesto started posing.

He didn't start right away; first, he slowly stomped closer to the edge of the stage, I could feel each stomp from up here. Then he exploded into action, immediately getting down on his knee and performing a double bicep pose. Then he turned around while still flexing his bicep, but he did something else too; raising his arm up to the sky, he performed a kneeling atlas pose! Such an advanced pose, and he's just doing it for his opening moves!

He slowly rose to his feet, bringing his legs together and stretching his arms apart. Then he lunged to the side, doing a Superman pose. His time may almost be up, but he wasn't done yet. He got up again and turned around, showing off his incredible back with a rear lat spread. He also drew attention to his lower body by flexing his glutes, something Gary would no doubt enjoy if he was here. He finished by turning around again and flexing all his muscles with a crab pose, ballooning all his muscles in size, making them look even bigger than mine! Then he did a victory pose, cementing his win over the competition, which he no doubt earned with his performance.

The music stopped and the audience erupted in cheers. It was so loud I could barely hear Benn telling me to get moving. He nearly had to drag me out the room, his screams barely registered to me. I stood outside the room, still stunned by what I saw. I only started walking downstairs when Benn yelled at me.

"Snap out of it, we need to get down there before the award ceremony starts!"

I snap out of my funk and start walking downstairs, following Benn back to the stage. While we're moving, my thoughts go back to Ernesto. Damn near everything Ernesto did was something he never showed me. All that time he spent practicing with me; never showed me how to move like that, to pose like that. Is that what you need to do to win? I never thought Ernesto would ever be that desperate. Honestly, I never thought Ernesto could be anything but a crass idiot, but I've clearly been proven wrong. He outwitted me here, and I never even noticed.

The award ceremony started nearly the moment we came back. Actually, we were almost late for it, just barely arriving after everyone else had gathered. Amanda was about to ask a few questions about where we disappeared to, but we could safely ignore due to the sheer rapture that erupted when we out onstage. Not to compete this time, but to determine how everyone stacked up against each other, and to reward the best of us. Of course, we all knew who won.

The top five walked close to the podium, which was placed center stage. The crowd was roaring as they awaited to see who won. The announcer was trying to yell over the crowd, a futile effort, and the moment he realized this he tried to make the crowd quiet down, a slightly less futile effort. The audience quieted down eventually, and the announcer could finally start doing his job.

"Alright everyone, I know you all are excited to see who, will stand at the top!" He points to the number one spot on the podium. The crowd roars once again, and it takes a while for them to calm down.

"Ok! I can feel everyone shaking in their seats, so I'm not going to make you guys wait much longer. In third place, we have ERIC MCONNER!"

The crowd roars as the little redhead from earlier stepped onto the third podium. I was a little surprised to see him win third place. I thought Derrick had a better chance of winning third. In any case, we all know who's coming next.

"Next up in second place, we have the second of the Castille brothers who rocked today's contest. The younger, ADRIAN CASTILLE!"

Wow, way to rub it in, big man. It's not like everyone else already knows my big bro won. Of course, I hear the crowd roaring as I walk onto the podium and take my place on the second spot.

"And now, the one you all are waiting for! The pride of our city, the greatest-at least here in Valley ring, THE eldest Castille brother, ERNESTO CASTILE!"

The crowd erupted as Ernesto took his place at the top spot. I can see my parents on their feet, frantically clapping and cheering with the crowd. Honestly, I wasn't really mad about Ernesto winning this time. I don't really know how to feel. I feel a little dumb for not doing my own research and posing practice outside of what Ernesto showed me, I also feel a little disappointed for not winning; but I also feel a little-relieved? I guess? If I won this contest through all the demonic aid I got, I'd definitely feel way more guilty now.

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Of course, there was a massive party at my place. My parents had to celebrate their two sons taking the top two spots. Big parties like this aren't my thing, but I tried to be there for my family. Plenty people were there for me, but I know everyone was here for my brother. The party lasted late into the night, people only started leaving around midnight, and by 2 am, my parents were still struggling to get rid of everyone. I've already settled into bed by then, but I can't sleep. I stuck staring at the ceiling, waiting for sleep to claim me, but it just won't happen! My mind keeps going back to today's competition, I took this on whim, and still had to be pushed by Benn and Ernesto. I wasn't really invested in bodybuilding like Ernesto was, he deserved to win more than anyone. Still, it doesn't feel right. I still really wanted to win, I'm running my show in my head again and again, figuring out any way I could've win. While I'm lying in bed and struggling to sleep, eventually, a certain demon spawns right besides me.

"Hey boy, I saw you onstage, how do you feel about getting second place?"

"What do you think?"

He giggles as he draws his sharp nails across my chest, tearing my shirt apart right at the middle.

"Can you cut that out? I can only find so many shirts my size nowadays."

"I know, I plan on making that problem much worse. After all, you wanna get bigger, right?"

"Well, yeah but-"

He shushes me by putting his finger right on my lips. He's lying on top of me, his ass tooted up in the air. I can feel his other hand slowly pulling down my shorts. At least he's being more respectful with those. He fights a little to take my boxers off without ripping them apart. He's being careful, but I can feel his barely contained lust. He's been waiting all day and he clearly doesn't want to wait any longer.

"Don't worry, I'm gonna make you so much bigger," his tongue slips out and licks my bare chest, "you were so big onstage, but you CLEARLY need to be bigger!" he murmurs as he kisses my chest all the way down to my abs. "Much bigger!"

He grabbed my hands and pinned me to the bed, I could feel our cocks throbbing as they were pressed against each other. He sat up, letting me see our cocks. We both stood erect, pointing straight up in the air. But his cock was throbbing like crazy! Pulsating up and down as pre flew off. Then the throbbing slowed, and I saw new veins started popping out as his cock got thicker. Then Gary threw his head back and moaned, and thrust his cock forward as it grew! It was barely larger than my own, now he's definitely an inch or two bigger, and he wasn't done yet! He giggled and bit his lip as his cock steadily grew larger. Rivers of pre poured from his cock, his slit was so big I bet I could easily fit my arm inside! His cock started to outweigh mine, its sheer weight forcing mine down to my chest! Soon enough, I had to deal with the weight of his oversized cock on my body. It's so big it reaches my chin! I don't know if it's weight or Gary's incubus powers going into overdrive, but it's actually a little hard to breathe in here. Either way I had to get this oversized log off my chest. It seemed the moment this thought entered my mind, Gary started squeezing harder, hard enough for his nails to dig into my skin.

"Ah! Gary, stop-your hurting me!"

Gary snorted at my plea, licking his lips as pre oozed out his oversized cock. "Pain and pleasure go together, dear. I'd figure you'd learn that after sharing so many nights with me." He placed a hand on his oversized junk, tracing a finger across the veins. "Making my dick this big takes a lot of effort, and you sound REALLY ungrateful. An ungrateful boy like you needs to be punished."

He lifted his cock with one hand and let its weight fall on me over and over again, pre sprouting out, each blast putting any one of my cumshots to shame! At a smaller size, this would barely hurt. Now, it's knocking the wind out of me. This thing must be a fourth of his weight now! Or maybe it's damn precum, it's so damn pungent it's making me feel lightheaded! He giggled each time his cock fell on my body. "Oh, is this too much for you? Feel like you're gonna pass out? I know it's late, but I can't have you sleeping on me yet! How am I going to keep you awake?" his hand went back to stroking his oversized tool. Looking at it now, I take in just how thick it is. I grab the head, my hand barely able to wrap around it. I don't need to look to know the shaft is much thicker than that. Why the hell would he grow such a huge cock? He's an incubus so I gotta expect freaky shit, but could he do with a cock this big? It's way too big to fit in me.

"Hmmm..." I look up at Gary now, I see him grin and bite his lip. Wait, he's not seriously planning on trying to fuck me with this?

"Well, I wasn't planning to, but I don't know why YOU think it's impossible. Your 'friend', Benn? He could take your dick when it grew to this size, right? Mine's only a couple inches larger, give or take."

Any protest I have is immediately shut down after Gary leans in and kisses me. His tongue completely filled my mouth, drowning out any arguments I had. I was losing my mind-losing my reason to lust. A lustful haze settled over us, clouding my judgment. Once again, Gary asked me if I wanted him, and pleaded with me to let him shove that oversized monster into me. In my lustful haze, I stupidly nodded, giving him the go-ahead to fuck me. Before I could even comprehend the mistake I made, Gary grabbed my hips and immediately rammed the head inside. We both screamed, Gary out of sheer bliss and I out of shock and pain. It felt like a bowling ball was being shoved up my ass, and I knew it wasn't over yet, not even close. Gary giggled madly as he pushed his oversized meat stick into me, my entire body stretching to accommodate him. He heaved and grunted as he struggled on, but he was clearly enjoying the struggle. I was absolutely horrified with what was happening. I don't know what kind of magic Gary's using to keep this thing from ripping me apart, it still feels like every twitch from his cock is going to tear my stomach apart. It felt like it took forever, but Gary finally managed to fit his oversized tool inside me. Gary had to stop and catch his breath once the base of his cock reached my ass. We both sighed, a moment of relief that wouldn't last. A manic grin spread across his face, excited for what comes next, and what I dreaded the most.

"Now, you ready to explode Adrian?!

Gary fucked me relentlessly, his oversized incubus cock tearing my insides apart. He howled and moaned as he slammed into me over and over again. I can feel his massive balls hitting my ass, I can't see them but they gotta be bigger than my head now! He's holding my legs now, his nails digging into my ankles now. That pain is nothing compared to what his dick is doing to my body. I can see its imprint on my belly, it's sheer size distorting my abs as it's rammed into me. I was screaming my ass off, it hurt even more now as I felt my organ get pushed around by Gary's cock. But my cock was still rock hard, shooting ropes of precum all over Gary. It still hurts, but it also feels... good? I don't understand it at all.

"Oh, god-"

"There's no god in this room Adrian, only me," he taps my nose, "and you. As it always will be."

Then he started fucking me for real, now properly rearranging my guts with his third leg. Roaring with lust as he pounded my ass with hellish fury. I was also screaming, not out of pain, but pleasure this time. I finally understood how pain and pleasure went together. His balls battered my ass as his cock ravaged my body, and I loved every second of it. My cock exploded each time I felt Gary slam into me, my voice joined with Gary's moans to create a lurid cacophony that rang throughout my room. It felt like he was fucking me for hours; shoot, he probably was, but this couldn't last forever. I can feel his cock throbbing harder in my gut, his climax is coming. Gary rushes to make out with me, his tongue thrashing my mouth. His thrusts only increased as he neared his climax and soon enough, he came.

His lips released mine as he raised his head and roared, shaking the room with his lustful roar. I screamed out with him, my own cock exploded as he came; shooting geysers into the air, spraying Gary with cum. While what I had was enough to almost completely cover Gary's upper body, it paled in comparison to what Gary had in store for me. His first cumshot boated my stomach to ridiculous proportions, my abs stretching as he blasted cum into my belly. The second shot was far larger, making my abs completely disappear, my belly boating up to almost block my sight. The third cumshot completely blocked my vision, and each one continued to expand my stomach to impossible sizes. I already felt like I was going to explode, but he just kept going. Gary's moans continued to ring across my room as he blasted cum into me like a fire hose, continuing long after I passed out.

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I woke up feeling incredibly bloated, opening my eyes to my distended belly completely blocking my sight. Even looking to my sides, I could barely see the rest of my room. I have no idea how big I am now, or how I haven't exploded yet. There has to be some limit to Gary's powers, right?

"There is, at least up here."

I would've jumped out of my bed if I could still move. I could feel my cum-filled belly going down to my legs, covering everything above my shins. Gary's standing on my right, lovingly rubbing my massive belly.

"Admiring your handiwork aren't you?"

"Of course, I spent all night pumping as much power as I could into you."

"W-what?"

"Yes, this isn't just cum. Incubi feed on sexual energy, and I plan on turning you into a mighty one!"

He slapped my belly with great force, causing my belly to ripple like it's made of jelly.

"Ah! Don't do that, it hurts like hell!"

He just giggles at my pain and continues.

"Oh c'mon, you're a big boy, you can take anything I can dish out."

His hand started glowing, and my belly started reducing in size. in a couple of minutes, my room-filling belly went back to its usual self.

"Well, I've certainly dealt with a lot since I met you. It's been about two months since I ran into you, right?"

"Indeed, it's been two months since I've given you the seed of power. I've been by your side, watching you grow every day. Now," he puts his hand back on my belly. My entire body glowed and my belly started sloshing. Then it started shrinking. Slowly, my belly started receding back into my body. It shimmered down into more manageable sizes, until I was back to normal. I got up, looking down at my re-formed abs.

"Wait, what's this?" There's something else there, a glowing mark on my lower abs. I run over to my bedroom mirror to look at it. It's a tattoo, it looks like a lot of tattoos I've seen on succubus in hentai. "What's this for?"

"It's the seed of power, and your ticket to becoming a powerful Incubus," his hands trace around my body as he wraps his arms around me. Then he pulled me close and kissed me, holding it for a long time before letting go. "Just like me, now I'll tell you what you need to do to access that power."

Two months and over 17k words later, I finally finished this chapter. For the last two chapters, I'll post them together as a two-part finale. I hope I can get these two chapter done before September, but I wouldn't hold my breath. Follow me here for updates.