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"STURGIS! STURGIS! STURGIS!"

The crowd was going berserk! Ramon thundered across the back stage, his feet in perfect synchrony with the rhythmic 'THUMP! THUMP! THUMP' of maddened fans stamping their feet, making for an old door labelled 'STAFF ONLY'.

There was a mighty crash as Ramon barrelled through the flimsy barrier. Sturgis, had been squeezing his hair over a basin, jumped and turned toward the source of the commotion.

"STUR-GIS!" Ramon bellowed, struggling to pick himself off the floor, "THEY'RE GOING CRAZY! WHATS TAKING YOU SO L-"

And then Ramon felt himself gag, his eyes glowering, drool flooding his mouth in an instant. Sturgis granted him a cheeky smirk and gave his head a few good shakes. Ramon gasped as the world around him began melting away. The floor began feeling warm, the walls seemed to move away, and even the screams of Sturgis's fans became distant, soft.

It was like watching him toss his hair in slow motion. Sturgis's blond mane had turned purple, Ramon could only gape at the sight of his gorgeous mane billowing around his muscular neck, each silken thread long and wavy and almost glittering with purple brilliance. It was so beautiful, so beautiful! Ramon felt his hands reaching out before him, pulling him closer and closer to the magnificent stallion. The unicorn bodybuilder wasn't wearing a scrap of fabric on him. His muscles were pumped, straining the leather straps across his biceps and quads, even his harness looked tighter than normal. His bulging pecs were straining the leather so hard it was ready to burst.

Sturgis's erection caught his attention then, and suddenly Ramon found it hard to breath. 13 inches of swollen unicorn-beef bobbed from the stallion's crotch, huge and swollen and hard! Ramon began wheezing and gasping as his lungs forgot their purpose. Sturgis's cock ring had squeezed it so tightly it had turned red. The big mushroom head throbbing with his heartbeat, thick veins writhed across the glistening surface.

And then Sturgis grabbed him by the shoulders, and Ramon found himself dragged off the floor and slammed onto the stallion's chair, jerking him back to the present. The crowd outside had gotten even louder, and Ramon was suddenly fearful for possibly having to call riot police, again.

"Ramon!" Sturgis rumbled, shoving a small bottle into his hand, "Just the man I need!"

Ramon turned, and found himself eye to eye with the unicorn's swollen pectorals. Again he found himself gasping for breath. His head began to spin, suddenly deprived of oxygen-rich blood. His cock was throbbing painfully in his shorts, pressed into an uncomfortable position.

"Oil me up man," Sturgis commanded, giving his chest muscles a powerful flex.

Ramon whimpered as the huge pectoral muscles bulged into his face. With trembling hands he squeezed the oil bottle above the veritable shelf of muscle. Ramon found himself leaning further and further back as Sturgis closed in, his fabulous hair hanging to his shoulders and dangling to the sides of his face, smelling richly of flowers and manly musk.

Wherever his hands went as he oiled him, Sturgis would flex, he would flex so hard the veins became visible and engorged with blood. And each time Ramon's hands graced his nipples, Sturgis would moan, so erotically it was driving him mad.

"C'mon Ramon," Sturgis moaned, articulating with his long tongue, "Oil my pecs. Oil my fucking pecs. Yeah, that's it, all over my chest man. Rub it all over my muscles."

Ramon had completely forgotten about the screaming crowd. His entire world was now composed of Sturgis's rippling white body. The fur on his chest was glistening with oil. Ramon ran his oily fingers between the stallions muscular cleavage, trailing down toward his chiselled six-pack. God, Sturgis was so fucking stacked. Ramon's eyes kept fluttering toward the hulking beefstick that throbbed before him. He was getting dizzier, all the blood in his body rushing to the wrong places.

And the Sturgis did something that caused him to lose control. Without taking his intense green eyes off of him, Sturgis reached down with both his hands. One hand pressed onto the head of his swollen cock, the other caressing Ramon's hardon. The human had but a moment to gasp when Sturgis crushed their hard cocks together and began to squeeze.

"Ooohh!!! Fuck! Fuck! Aaaahhhh!"

Ramon jerked on the chair as he began creaming his shorts. His oily hands found Sturgis's muscular arms in their fight for balance. He was rubbing the oil all over the bodybuilder's biceps as he jerked in the throes of his orgasm. Sturgis's huge cock was fucking hot against his own, thick bursts of cum were spurting through the fabric of his shorts, lathering the unicorn's meat with silky cream.

"That's it, Ramon," he cooed, flexing his arms for the human's smaller hands, "Oil me up. Get my fur nice and shiny. I want my entire body to glisten when I go back out."

The unicorn smiled at the convulsing Ramon.

"Except my hands of course, I can't pump iron with slippery hands."

***

Brawn shifted in his seat as he pulled off his shirt. Unlike Club Flex, which flashed in the distance like an enormous kaleidoscope, the parking lot was very dark. Brawn stuffed his shirt into his workout bag and began pealing down the shirt part of his wrestling singlet, rolling it down under his ass until his semi-hard bull cock sprung out. The wrestler picked up the club brochure.

Club Flex was easily the biggest club in the district and indisputably the most popular. According to their brochure, Club Flex was devoted to the appreciation of the male form, boasting only the finest men for the pleasure and enjoyment of their valued patrons. The muscle category was choking with hunky studs ranging from fitness models to bodybuilders. Brawn even recognised one of them from school, named Sturgis if the brochure was to be believed. The snow-white unicorn's fiery red mane was streaked with gold, captured mid-toss as the stallion gyrated against a steel pole, his swollen cock red and stiff as a pole.

Brawn felt a twinge of jealousy at the sight of that prick. He had always envied horses and unicorns. Horses always had the brawn to match their larger than average endowments. Unicorns were like flowery, less masculine horses. Their bodies were usually smaller and far less muscled, but they were still huge where it counted. This Sturgis was clearly an exception. The unicorn was clearly a bodybuilder and incredibly hung. Brawn estimated that prick to be at least 13 inches, an entire inch longer than he was.

Still, he couldn't deny the unicorn looked effing hot. He wasn't nearly as big or as muscled as Brawn, but hot none the less. Brawn turned the page. Club Flex attracted men of all walks of life, and Brawn knew he was bigger than all the men Flex had to offer, perhaps he could pick someone up later if he had the time. Brawn knew he could have anyone he wanted. He just hoped the pickings were good.

Brawn's penis was rock solid and leaking by the time he reached the size category. The pages were choking with huge cocks that were attached to a variety of body shapes, from twinks to studs to beefy bodybuilders. Sturgis was featured again, this time sporting a shimmering turquoise mane and an army of wide eyed worshippers gazing at his titanic pillar of glistening flesh. His cock throbbed at the sight of that meat, and Brawn soon found himself kicking his boots off and tugging the singlet off his feet. He placed the outfit on the passenger's seat and spread his legs, giving his genitalia ample amounts of space. It felt good being naked, Brawn wasn't even afraid of being seen. Wrestling against another muscular body always aroused him, and his cock was almost always rock hard and throbbing for all his matches, seen by thousands upon thousands of horny spectators at each of his events.

The bull continued flipping the brochure, searching for one human in particular, and one that went by the name of Hugo the Huge. Brawn had chanced upon Hugo while he was surfing net one day. Hugo advertised himself as a married man looking for some fun. But what really made him famous was the impossibly massive prick that was attached to his groin. His first few videos showed him caressing his hard cock and trying to look sexy. The inexperienced human couldn't quite pull off the sexy part, but his monstrous endowment stole the limelight anyway. Hundreds of people concluded his cock was a fake, that a human couldn't possibly be so big.

And then Hugo submitted a video of him going from soft to hard to orgasm. He became an instant hit. Brawn had been hooked, not because Hugo could paint his own face white with cum, but because of his wedding ring. It was band of shimmering gold that shone marginally brighter than any other shiny object in Hugo's videos. Brawn knew he could not miss this chance. Hugo was a hopeless muscle worshipper who only 'friended' hunky bodybuilders. Brawn has easily shot to the top of his friends list with a naked picture of himself in the gym, without a face of course.

They began communicating, going so far as to sit naked in front of their webcams. It had been clear from the start Hugo was anything but a professional, most of the time he simply sat before his webcam, jerking his monstrous cock. Hugo's gigantic cock was the real deal, no pumps, no gimmicks, no camera tricks. And then the mousy human had revealed to Brawn about Club Flex's employment of him. He was going to be the next star of their cock show, and he had invited Brawn to meet him for some fun the night before the big day.

Brawn had been stunned by his luck. It had been almost too easy, as though it was fate for him to find the rings. The bull continued massaging his swollen cock, waiting for the scheduled hour. The thought of coming so close to the second ring was so much more erotic that he could imagine. Hugo's incredibly knee-knocking wang was 10 inches flaccid, swelling to a monstrous 16 incher when fully aroused. Brawn wasn't sure how big the average flaccid human penis was, but it definitely wasn't 10. Hell the biggest cock he ever saw on a human didn't even reach 10 inches hard.

The huge bull continued pumping his iron cock. He could feel the cum churning in his heavy balls as he worked his rigid member, coating it with his natural lube. Brawn began putting some muscle in his pump, jerking his cock harder and harder, faster and faster. The pressure was building fast, getting stronger and stronger until it was too much for him. Brawn began filling his car with loud moans as his cock start squirting. Thick jets of bull milk splattered against his muscular chest, some squirts were even strong enough to reach his face. Brawn opened his mouth, eagerly licking whatever cum he could get.

Brawn slumped against the driver's seat as his cock managed a final squirt, basking in the afterglow of his orgasm. The bull licked his lips clean, permitting himself a few minutes before searching for his box of tissues. They were special tissues made for fur, and cleaning up was a breeze. Brawn squeezed himself back into his wrestling singlet and rummaged through his workout bag for more clothes, putting on a plain shirt and a pair of shorts before slipping into some sandals. No sense looking like a wrestler inside, they might mistake him for an employee.

It wasn't until he reached the entrance did Brawn realise he needed a ticket, and he was just about to curse when the bouncer noticed him. The gruff, muscular looking bull all but shrank in Brawn's presence, and continued to shrink as Brawn approached, bulging muscles looming over the smaller bull. A few seconds later Brawn found himself appreciating the free pass.

The main entrance of Club Flex was a tiny atrium with a dozen signs pointing in every feasible direction, loud music booming from each destination. They had some interesting things here, sushi bars, swimming pools, rooms for cruising, even a gift shop! Brawn followed the arrow down a route labelled as 'The Theatre'. He passed several other patrons along the way, all of them dropping whatever they were doing just to ogle at him. He could feel their eyes following his muscular ass as he walked.

The Theatre turned out to be a massive dance floor, resonating with music and covered in strobe lights. Hundreds of shirtless men occupied the dance floor, jumping and pumping their fists to the music. It was a huge room, probably underground, and he could barely see the naked dancers gyrating on the stage at the far end.

But Brawn wasn't here to dance. The wrestler made a quick turn before a drunken looking wolf could approach him, and made for the lone bar in the corner.

***

Hugo had been flirting with the hunky, shirtless bartender when the tiger suddenly froze, his eyes locking onto the figure that cast a shadow on both of them. Hugo spun on his chair, and came face to face with the hugest pair of pecs he had seen in his life.

"Hugo the Huge?" rumbled a deep, masculine baritone.

The human could only gasp in a mixture of shock and delight. Brawn looked so much bigger in person than on a computer screen. The fabric of his shirt was stretched so tight it clung to his muscles like paint. Hugo could even make out some sort of singlet underneath all that.

"Y-Yes," he stuttered, extending his hand, "Pleased to meet you, you m-must be Brawn."

Brawn's huge paw all but swallowed his tiny human appendage, almost crushing it with muscular strength. The bull eased himself onto the neighbouring stool and leaned a massive arm against the counter, his smile easy with a hint of naughtiness. Hugo could only sit there, struck dumb by the sight of all that muscle swelling before him.

The bartender recovered first.

"Can I get you boys anything?" he asked, his voice accented with the mannerisms of a surfer that made him so popular amongst the guests.

Brawn's intense, steely black eyes never left him as he repeated the tiger's query. Hugo, completely overwhelmed by Brawn's physique, uttered something that sounded like it came from a whale.

"Get him a martini, sexy," Brawn commanded, "I'll have a shot of vodka, raw."

The tiger visibly blushed as he rushed to prepare the order, his hands shaking as he put the drinks together and slid it before the pair. Brawn dismissed the surfer cat with a wave of his hand. Hugo knew his face was turning red even as the muscle bull handed him his drink. Such power! It was enough to get him dizzy.

"Cheers," the bull said simply, clicking their glasses together, "So good to finally meet you, Hugo."

The alcohol acted pretty quickly on his small frame. Suddenly Hugo found his confidence levels increased tenfold. Brawn entertained his every request, answered every question with a politeness uncharacteristic for someone who came here to fuck. It was his wildest dream coming true. Hugo was still jittering in his seat when Brawn's eyes floated to his crotch, and eyebrow suddenly rose.

Shit. He had neglected to boost his cock, just so he could fit into his best pants. Hugo nearly panicked when an idea hit him suddenly. The human gave Brawn his best reassuring smile.

"You wouldn't believe how long I had to soak it in ice," he cooed, trying to sound convincing, "Just so I could fit into these pants."

The expression on Brawn's face eased a little, encouraging his attempt at a bluff.

"Boy, they're getting really tight now, Brawn," he murmured, trying to sound uncomfortable, "I have a suite ready for us! Let's go, before I end up fucking your muscular ass right here and now!"

He had chosen the right thing to say. Brawn sprung to his feet and unleashed an animalist_growl_.

"Let's go," he demanded, "Before I lose control as well."

***

Hugo's suite was a clean, albeit dilapidated, and sparsely furnished room that was far bigger than Brawn had expected. There was space for a dated looking king-sized bed, an even older looking sofa, and even a TV!

Brawn eased himself onto the springy mattress. He was itching to rip off his shirt and shorts, favouring his wrestling singlet above all others. The bull was getting hard under his clothes, his cock swelling in anticipating. Hugo had excused himself into the attached bathroom and locked the door, claiming he needed to change out of his tight clothing. Brawn's mind could only focus on the ring. The human was probably using it right now! If Brawn could just see the human's monstrous cock and the ring in the same place, in person, he would have all the proof he needed.

The bull flopped onto a pillow, a strong hand teasing his cock as he waited.

***

Hugo locked the door to the bathroom and breathed a sigh of relief, having finally found some much needed privacy. He had nearly blown it back at the bar. Brawn probably didn't know how close he had come to exposing Hugo. No matter what, Hugo had a reputation to maintain, monstercock.com didn't land him a job in Club Flex for nothing. Hugo began to strip, pulling off the expensive clothing he had bought with the money he had made online.

A pathetic three inch dick greeted him in the mirror. In truth, Hugo was a pathetic excuse for a man. He had spent his whole life avoiding gyms and refused to wear speedos when going to the beach, having neither the build nor the endowment. He couldn't count the number of times he wished he was born a big furry instead of a measly human, at least those guys were always big and heavy where it counted.

Hugo caressed his tiny human penis, trying to get it to swell. Despite being a young 26 year old, erections no longer came easily for poor Hugo. It used to take him hardcore muscle porn and lots of lubricated stimulation just to get him hard enough for an orgasm. Hugo had hated himself and cursed his dumb luck on a daily basis. The doctor's couldn't do anything to help him save prescribing him more Viagra, and eventually Hugo stopped buying the medicine, not like he was going to have sex anyway.

Hugo examined himself in the mirror, his naked body wasn't going to turn heads at the beach and his cock was laughably small. The internet sensation reached for his pants pocket, retrieving from it a tiny box. He would never forget the day he bought this ring out of pure temptation.

The little note that had come with the ring had been burnt. Hugo didn't want anybody to know of his secret. He didn't have many friends before, so no one would suddenly suspect him for growing a huge cock overnight. The ring was his deepest, darkest secret. Putting on the ring enabled him to cast a spell that made him a man to end all men. To think it only cost him five dollars. He was fated to have this. There was just no other explanation.

Hugo popped open the little box and retrieved his precious ring. The thin band was heavy and warm against his finger, as expected of something magical. Hugo inspected the bathtub and, satisfied that it was clean, slid himself in it. His average balls barely touched the base of the tub. Hugo chuckled as he spread his legs, he would need the space soon enough.

"Golrentius!"

The ring began shimmering as raw power flooded down his hand toward his cock. Hugo let out a soft moan as his cock surged to life. His flaccid member swelled monstrously, shooting out to a semi hard 5 inches in an instant. The head dragged across the rough base of the tub, sending shockwaves of pleasure back up his spine. His balls ballooned outwards, becoming heavier and warmer against his crotch.

Hugo gritted his teeth as his semi-limp cock swung to the side and smacked against his thigh. Red hot lava was being pumped into his member with each passing second. The head flared out against his skin as his cock continued thickening and growing, leaving a trail of precum along its path.

"Oough!" Hugo moaned. His cock had reached 8 inches in length and it wasn't fully hard yet! Thick veins began snaking across the growing shaft. Hugo gave his cock a good flex, causing 10 inches of rock hard flesh to snap to attention, pulsing before him like a swollen skyscraper. The sensations were maddeningly erotic. Hugo groaned as his baseball sized balls throbbed against the base of the tub, full of cum and ready to blow. Hugo kept his hands on his knees, fighting the urge to grab his growing cock.

His meat was thicker than a wine bottle and more than a foot long by now. Hugo was panting and gasping for breath, beads of sweat rolling off his body. He couldn't describe how hot he felt, to have your cock swelling and growing like that. It was nothing like having an erection. He could feel the flesh stretching and thickening all over his throbbing member, making sounds like wet leather being stretched.

"Huughn!"

Thick dollops of cum began spurting from the swollen head. This was no orgasm. Hugo was just too aroused by the growth and needed some relief. The human was spewing rapid spurts of cum by the time he hit 14 inches. His cock and balls were completely soaked, all that cum forming a puddle on the floor of the tub.

The growth eventually stopped at 15 inches. Hugo fell against the backrest, panting as though he had run a mile, he knew what was coming. All over him, pubic hair began to sprout. Thick, dense hairs began growing from his balls, spreading up to the base of his cock and turning into a hairy bush. More hair began sprouting from his pits and chest, spreading down to his flat stomach and joining with his crotch fur. Manly hairs were growing over his forearms, thighs and quads.

Hugo knew he didn't look remarkably good with body hair. Actually he thought he looked disgusting, especially with the morning shadow that was itching across his face. Still, with a cock this big, no one was going to judge him. Then his cock began rumbling with power, it was visibly shaking before his very eyes. Hugo arched his back, almost yelling with pleasure as his cock surged another inch, thickening incredibly.

"Ohh! Oh god! Fuck! FUCK! FUUUUUCK!"

His orgasm erupted from the swollen cockhead with the force of a cannon. Hugo began convulsing as thick ropes of cum burst from his cock, splattering against the ceiling and shooting out of the tub. Hugo couldn't stop himself, his orgasm reducing him to a fit of orgasmic moaning as his cock continued to shoot.

It took almost 30 seconds for his orgasm to finally calm down, and for another minute or so Hugo simply slumped, overwhelmed by the power of his cock. Slowly, the human hefted himself out of the tub. His cock had softened to an incredibly 10 inches, dangling heavily from his crotch, his heavy balls crashed against his thighs with each step. Hugo wiped himself clean with a towel and threw on a bathrobe.

At last! Hugo the Huge was back. The internet porn star examined the gigantic endowment in the mirror. At last he felt satisfied with himself. Hugo dropped the robe back down to his knees and unlocked the door.

***

Brawn was considering getting up and smashing his way into the bathroom when the door suddenly opened. Hugo stood there, covered to his knees in an oversized bathrobe as he tried to look sexy. He looked different. There was a lot more stubble on his face than Brawn remembered. The bull felt his heart leap, hair growth was another characteristic of the second ring.

Hugo misread his reaction for lust. The human's annoyingly gleeful expression seemed to intensify. Brawn was breathing hard now. He could see the ring! That was it! That had to be it!

And then, like a flasher on the streets of New York, Hugo reached for the ends of the robe and pulled.

"FEAST YOUR EYES!" he yelled dramatically.

Brawn's heart skipped several beats as he watched Hugo's impossibly large penis swelling with incredible size. It whipped about as he walked, smacking his thighs with every step. By the time Hugo reached the bed, his cock was a 16 inch monster that was oozing precum like a leaky faucet.

"Let's get sexy, Brawn!" he cried, clearly overwhelmed by what was transpiring.

Good lord he was_bad_. Brawn supposed he couldn't he blamed though. Hugo had the mark of someone who lacked an active sex life, assuming he had one. But the bull wasn't concerned about any of that. He had all the proof he had come for.

Brawn lunged forward with a speed that belied his great size, backhanding Hugo before the human knew what was happening. The impact sent the disgusting, hairy mess sailing across the room, unconscious before he even hit the floor. The bull bent down and pulled off the ring. It shimmered brightly in his hand, and almost immediately Hugo's huge cock began deflating, shrinking into a pathetic, three inch worm.

Try as he might, Brawn could not stifle a laugh. The bull had to bite his lip as he dragged the unconscious Hugo into the bathtub. Now that he had the ring, he wouldn't need the now-hairless human anymore. Brawn left the room keys on Hugo's chest and snuck out into the darkened hallway, the second ring safely on his middle finger.

His heart was pounding against his chest so hard he thought he might faint. He couldn't believe he had done it. The second ring at last! Brawn almost ran through Club Flex as he put distance between himself and Hugo. If the human woke up and found him testing the ring in the suite. Well, he didn't want to be interrupted anyway.

Brawn was several floors up by the time he felt satisfied, slipping himself into the nearest sex booth. The room was barely bigger than a walk-in closet. The only furnishing was a steel frame bed with a sagging mattress. The room looked used and dilapidated, even the walls were cracking and pealing, but it was enough for him. Brawn slammed the door and locked it. The room was dimly lit but Brawn didn't care. He was panting and sweating in sheer excitement.

The rusty steel creaked under his weight as he stripped down to his wrestling singlet, chucking his shirt and snorts beside him. His cock was stiff inside his outfit, pressed against his abs by the tight material. It was just as excited as he was, Brawn realised, it shared his desires to grow and to grow huge.

Brawn shook as he drew breath into his lungs, and uttered the magical words.

***

Sturgis knew the crowd had gone berserk. He could hear them screaming for him even from here. Ramon had called in extra bouncers but Sturgis doubted they would be enough. Hopefully he wouldn't have to drag in riot police again. It was almost two in the morning anyway, most of them would disperse after they calmed down.

The unicorn dragged himself into the dressing room and flung himself onto the chair of his booth. His last show of the night had been fucking exhausting. The theme had been pumping iron, and the presence of gym equipment had attracted even more people than usual. Still, the unicorn had to admit it had been a good show. Sturgis was made to work out with audience members grinding themselves all over him. He had done squats and push ups with dozens of guys fighting to stick their hard cocks into his various orifices as he pumped. And when Sturgis started on the bench press the crowd nearly smothered him.

Sturgis had found himself bench pressing four, sometimes six men at a time. The edges of the barbell came with seats and handles, allowing them to jerk off while Sturgis was lifting them. Those not lucky enough resorted to swarming him, pressing their hard rods into every crevice on his body. Sturgis's fur was soon dripping with cum, and the stallion found himself sucking two, sometimes three cocks at a time, even while he was lifting. Dangerous as it was, Sturgis could not deny that made him even more popular with the patrons. So much money was stuffed into Sturgis's leather, a few lucky tippers even managed to shove dollar notes into his cock ring! How they managed that he wasn't sure, but he appreciated the thought nonetheless.

The stallion tore everything off his body and began cleaning up. He was the only one left in the changing rooms, all the other guys had already left to ply their trade on the streets, and Sturgis knew his cash pile was safe.

Sturgis was busy counting his takings in the nude when he heard a door slam. It had come from the wall beside him, probably a guy who had found his show too erotic for him to handle. Sturgis smirked, his cock was still throbbing with pent up sexual energy from his last show, perhaps now would be a good time for some much needed release. The unicorn pressed an eye against the hidden peephole, just as the booth's occupant said...

***

"Golrentius!"

Brawn's newest ring began glowing with a familiar golden light. The Band of Fortitude, already active, remained unlit. The light intensified, illuminating the darkened booth. Then a warm sensation began spreading from the ring, as though warm water was being poured onto his hand. Brawn could feel the energy flowing up his arm like a gentle stream, pouring down his torso and down his waist. And then it reached his erection, and suddenly the river surged!

"UUGHHNNRAAGH!!!" Brawn bellowed, "FUCK! OOHH FUCK!"

He was growing! He was FUCKING GROWING! Brawn could feel it. His swollen cock bulging and bulging as muscle was packed into the thick shaft. He was getting longer, wider,bigger. The bull could hear himself stretching and thickening, like the sound of stretching leather, as his cock hulked out in the singlet. It felt like an orgasm, the most fucking powerful orgasm in his life. The muscular contracts of his pelvis got stronger with every pump.

Brawn gasped for breath. His cock had grown so much the head was touching his pecs. Fuck he couldn't fucking describe it! He felt so big, so strong, and there was more and more of him to feel every second! The bull could only moan with arousal as his cock hit 20 inches, poking out from his singlet and thicker than his fist. Brawn couldn't stop himself. Muscular pecs began flexing on either side of his cockhead, encouraging his meat to grow even bigger. His bull balls had morphed into lemon sized testosterone factories, his singlet pressing them against either side of his monstrous shaft.

The bull collapsed onto the bed as his growth came to a halt. 24 fucking inches of bull cock throbbed against his body, pressed against his chest muscles by the tightness of his wrestling singlet. His balls had swollen to the size of baseballs, Brawn could even feel the veins that throbbed across them, and they had become heavy with cum and bulged with sexual power. Brawn was still panting when he felt something tickling the upper shaft of his cock.

Pubic hair began growing all over him. His furry chest became hairy as thick black hairs sprouted from his brown fur, covering his pecs and trailing down, tickling the entire length of his shaft as it reached his crotch where it grew into a dense bush. The pubic forest coiled down and embraced his furry balls, turning them black with sweaty hair. Brawn couldn't believe how manly he was getting, his pits were getting hairier and he could even feel the short stubble poking out from beneath his chi-

Throb.

"Ugh!" Brawn grunted, what w-

THROB.

"Ooh!"

THROB THROB THROB THROB THROB.

Brawn fell back again, his cock overwhelming him when it suddenly BULGED. The growth was becoming monstrous, uncontrolled! Brawn's huge balls inflated with seed like grotesque balloons. His bull cock exploded with so much muscle it pulled away from his body, overpowering the tight, form-fitting singlet. The huge head reared before him, and before Brawn knew what was happening he had crammed as much of it into his mouth as he could.

Then the Ring of Vigour flashed one last time, causing Brawn's genital to bulge one final time, before it and the bull's growth finally calmed.

It was too much, too much even for the mighty Brawn to take. Muscular contractions shot through Brawn's balls and groin. A huge, monstrous bulge formed on the underside of his shaft and blasted from the base of his cock like a torpedo. Brawn trembled as he felt his orgasm racing through his meat. There was so much of him and every inch was stretched to the limit as the first wave rocketed into his mouth.

The subsequent explosion blew his mouth apart with the force of a tsunami. Torrents and torrents of cum filled his mouth to bursting in an instant, surging down his throat before he could swallow and squirting out of his nose. Brawn gagged, coughing as he released his cock, succeeding in giving himself an extreme facial before his orgasm grew even more powerful.

"UGGGHH!!! AAAHHHH!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUUUUUUUUCCKK!!"

Great rips split the fabric of his singlet as his monstrous dick tore through its fabric prison, pointing straight up as it exploded. Brawn could only writhe and convulse, his bulging muscles heaving and flexing with each 3 second blast. Massive jets of creamy spunk splattered against the ceiling. His cock was shooting everywhere, coating the walls and floor with his juices. Brawn couldn't think, he couldn't move, all he could do was scream and roar and yell as his cock erupted like a volcano. For 2 whole minutes Brawn's cock shot and shot, exploding like a cannon, the rapture of each release overwhelming him in an orgasmic fit before climaxing in a monstrous 5 second finale.

Brawn crashed onto the mattress, basking in the afterglow of his titanic orgasm. The entire room had been painted white, Brawn included. His wrestling singlet had been ripped apart by his titanic cock. Brawn stared at his cum-coated prick in a mixture of excitement and fear. 31 inches of muscular cock muscle throbbed before him like a titanic pillar of rippling flesh. He couldn't believe that thing was attached to his crotch, let alone the bowling ball sized testicles that throbbed between his legs.

The Band of Fortitude had restored enough of his strength by now. Using only his abs, Brawn sat up to admire his work. He shuddered as jolts of electricity shot down his tongue, his cum tasting so rich yet so thick and so sticky. Brawn found himself licking all the cum he could reach, drinking, sucking, eating the nutrient rich bull milk. It tasted incredible, the more he devoured, the more he wanted.

Brawn smiled, cleaning up was going to be easier than he thought.

***

Sturgis ignored the aching in his legs, running faster than ever, thundering up the stairs to his apartment and slamming the door behind him. He didn't care that he was making a ruckus at three in the morning. The stallion was panting like a dog, his mind still reeling from what he had seen back at Club Flex. He couldn't believe the idea hadn't hit him until now. That wrestler bull from school was wearing a ring that shone with golden light, just as Zeke had.

The unicorn all but tumbled into his tiny bedroom, yanking out his drawer and dumping its contents onto his desk. A glint of gold caught his eye. Sturgis picked up the ring and let it rest in his palm, heavy with the weight of potential. He slid it onto his ring finger, and somehow the ring fit perfectly, as though it had been made especially for him. Apart from feeling slightly warm around his finger, nothing remarkable happened. What was that word both Brawn and Zeke had said that caused the ring to glow? Gun-tho-rias? Go-ren-tus?

"Golrentius?"

The sudden golden glow caused him to jump. The bones in his right hand began popping and snapping, extending and lengthening before his very eyes. Sturgis balled it into a fist, watching it inflate like a balloon. Muscly sinew was twisting all over the growing appendage, it didn't hurt at all, and Sturgis continued to watch in amazement. The heat emanating from his hand enveloped him up to the wrist, as though he had immersed his hand in a basin of warm water. His hand began rumbling, muscles shifting about like the beginnings of a powerful quake.

And then his hand exploded, swelling in every direction and rippling with power and size. Thick cords of muscle twisted down his forearms, pulling his skin tight. Sturgis watched his forearm muscles split into their individual groups, like the anatomy chart at the gym, like slabs of meat they began pushing out against his skin, swelling and swelling and swelling!

Sturgis's breathing was getting heavier, more rapid as his muscular growth began spreading. Thick veins crept across his 19 inch biceps, and almost immediately Sturgis felt himself flexing and flexing, 19 inches became 20, and then 22! His bicep swelling out a little more with each pump, never shrinking back to its original size, growing so big it tore at the sleeves of his shirt. Sturgis's shirt continued to rip as his shoulder ballooned out like a growing cannonball. His right arm had become heavily muscled in the space of a few seconds, disproportionately larger than his left, all the extra mass was pushing it outward and causing Sturgis to tilt from the weight.

Just as Sturgis considered leaning onto something, his shoulder bulged another inch, and molten lava began pouring into his torso. The sensations this time were stronger, like hot water under his skin. The unicorn felt power surging into his right pec, causing the heavy muscle to flex. Thick, cable like muscles began pressing outward, bulging out as his right pec swelled with incredible strength. Sturgis could feel the muscles in his upper and lower pec bulged his chest began rippling with definition.

The strength he felt was indescribable. Sturgis had gone stiff from the sensations. His left arm was incomparable to the right, the difference in strength felt incredible, the right side could probably crush rocks the size of bowling balls. His right pec seemed to be overflowing with muscle by now, there was so much extra beef bulging from it his nipples were pointing down almost vertically. The growth continued spreading even before his right pec was done, like a barrel of water overflowing at the tip. Sturgis's right trap was beefing up by the side of his neck, the growing mass tilting his head to the left.

Sturgis arched as his muscular back began extending upwards, he was growing taller, the growth of his torso catching up with him. His shoulders began thickening and broadening as his left bicep began to inflate, his other trap grew massive all of a sudden, pushing his head upright. All that muscle was making him top heavy, straining his powerful legs. Sturgis refused to sit down, he could feel the power coursing downwards, and he knew his legs would soon catch up.

The unicorn's chiselled six-pack tightened around his narrow waist, absorbing power from the ring. Sturgis could see everything in the mirror, his shirt having been reduced to a pile of fabric on the ground. His top two abs shivered slightly before bulging out his waist with a powerful flex, then the next two followed suit, until his entire six-pack morphed into muscular masses of striated flesh, separated by deep crevices cut into his powerful stomach. Then a tingling sensation tickled the fur beneath his naval, and Sturgis grunted as his lower abs bulged through the surface, stronger and more defined that he had ever been.

His eight-pack abs finally settled, the river of power crashed through his hips and began flooding into his legs. Sturgis watched in the mirror as his quads became bigger, stronger, becoming more defined with each second. His thighs were growing so heavily muscled they started pushing against one another, and Sturgis widened his stance to compensate.

Sturgis's shorts began retreating upwards to make way for muscular flesh. His legs were extending and lengthening, trying (and failing) to compensate for all the extra muscle suddenly bulging all over. Sturgis admired his body in the mirror, it was so much more built that he could imagine. He had gotten huge, easily a bodybuilding heavyweight who could take any trophy he wanted. His shoulders were fantastically broad, supported by a muscular yet narrow waist that-

"UGGH!"

His entire body suddenly bulged, exploding with muscular power. Thick, pulsing veins began snaking across his sweating body. Sturgis felt as though he was benching and squatting and lifting thousands upon thousands of pounds, all at once. His muscles began burning with strain, as though his body had caught fire. Sturgis gasped and panted, fighting to breath as muscles upon muscles began erupting all over.

"ARRGHH! HGNNN! GRRAAHH!"

Sturgis fell onto all fours, his body bulging and bulging and bulging with fiery power. His quads blew up, morphing into grotesque moulds of overdeveloped, teardrop shaped muscles separated by massive valleys. The stallion's meaty bubble burned as fat began melting away, turning them into striated masses of rippling flesh.

The floor fell further and further away as Sturgis's limbs hulked out from under him, pushing him upwards. Sheer bulk bulged from his torso, his pecs swelling outwards, his lats flaring out, his shoulders thickening with muscle.

"RRAGHH!"

One last burst of muscle, and it was done. Sturgis remained where he was, gasping and panting, but not from exhaustion. He was breathing deep because he could feel his chest rising as his lungs expanded, causing his lats to push against his thickly muscled arms. He felt so large, so powerful, stronger than a bull and fitter than tiger. His muscles were taut and hard under his skin, stretching it thinner and tighter than a balloon.

With only his abs, Sturgis lifting his hands off the floor, using the powerful muscles to straighten his back. The sight that greeted him in the mirror took his breath away. A massive, beastly looking unicorn stared back at him, purple hair flowing beside his fierce visage. Sturgis reached for his face. It felt different somehow, thicker and stronger and definitely manlier. Whatever clothes he had been wearing had been ripped to shreds, and 13 inches of cock throbbed before him. It seemed the ring only affected the muscles of his body.

Sturgis grabbed his erection and gave it a few good pumps. His hand covered a lot more cock than it used to, but 13 inches was still mighty big and it wasn't long before the unicorn soon found himself shooting wildly. The muscular contractions of his powerful new pelvic muscles pumped out jets of cum so powerful they splattered hard against his face. The high pressured jets even hit the ceiling as Sturgis continued milking his cock.

The stallion stood as his cock began to calm. He felt fucking powerful. He had grown so tall the doorway barely reached his shoulders. But the size of his muscles was unbelievable. Grabbing a nearby measuring tape, Sturgis gave his bicep a good pump, watching as 30 fucking inches of muscle exploded before his very eyes. He had retained his amazingly narrow waist, and for someone who had just bulked up an incredible 130 kilos (287lbs) of sheer muscle, a 39 inch waist was fucking amazing. Sturgis reckoned he could fit two grown men on either side of his titanic shoulders, maybe three.

He couldn't help himself. Sturgis squeezed out the tiny doorway and into his living room, his naked body rippling and flexing with every move. His quads had grown so thickly muscled, his shoulders so broad and heavy, that Sturgis found himself walking with a perpetual strut. He had grown a little muscle-bound, but with a body like that, Sturgis didn't fucking care. The unicorn looked around, dying to test out his new body.

Almost automatically he found himself approaching his heaviest dumbbells and lifting them. He knew they weighed something, but lifting them was no effort at all. Sturgis scanned the room for a greater challenge, and decided on his sofa. The huge piece of furniture put up some resistance, but Sturgis was so muscled he found himself doing barbell curls with it.

And then an idea struck him. Sturgis pushed the sofa back where he found it and dropped into a push up position. The stallion punched his fists into the ground, ensuring they were a good distance apart, and lifted his muscular body up. Keeping his entire body straight, Sturgis soon found himself doing vertical push-ups, grinding out the reps like a monster. Normally he needed the handgrips at the gym for this, but now he was doing it with his knuckles flat on the floor. It felt fucking amazing, Sturgis felt himself getting dizzy from excitement. His arms easily pushing up with 507lbs of fucking beef packed onto his mega-muscled body.

It wasn't until Sturgis grinded out a hundred or so reps did he finally relax. He stared at the ring in admiration. No wonder Zeke had found the guts to challenge him to a fight. The sense of power coming from his muscles was overwhelming, Sturgis felt as though he could lift a car, hell he could probably lift an entire trunk!

The huge stallion eased himself onto the sofa, causing it to protest loudly against his weight. Being naked had never felt so sexy in his life, even running his furry ass over the leather sent tingles up his spine. Sturgis was busy admiring his muscular eight-pack when the roundish takeaway bag caught his eye.

Oh yeah. That was supposed to be his dinner, and it was almost four in the morning already. Sturgis reached for the bag, remarking at how it could now sit comfortably in his huge hand. Well if he was going to eat he might as well get comfortable. Sturgis slouched again the sofa and rested his white feet on the dinner table, relaxing only when he confirmed that neither would break under his weight. His chest muscles had become so muscularly huge the takeaway could sit comfortable on his right pec.

Sturgis fished out a soggy sandwich, his free hand admiring the canyons that segregated his mortar-brick abdominal muscles. His mind was buzzing with the weight of potential. If Brawn had a ring that grew him a monstrous cock and Zeke had one that hulked out his muscles, who knew how many of these things were out there. Sturgis made mental note to himself as he devoured the oily sandwich, he was definitely going to do some research on these rings, and maybe obtain more for himself in the process.

But before that, he was going to have some fun.