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Brock had never felt so alive, so powerfully manly, so unbelievably aroused in all his years of being a bodybuilder. He was a fucking he-man alright, an almighty bull-god who was flogging his bloated cock with a brutality that barely matched the intensity of his mega-massive orgasm, and there was no longer any doubt in his mind that Josh's buns were behind this. It was as though the tiger had laced them with aphrodisiacs, only Brock had not heard of aphrodisiacs this powerful. The bull had half a mind to stuff another bun into his mouth, anything to lengthen the duration of his massive orgasm, only his hands were too busy pumping his iron shaft, thick ropes of cum gushing into his face and nostrils as Brock continued working himself.

The school's star wrestler had hastily parked his car by the side of the road, unzipping his trousers and pulling his cock free of his underwear so he could molest himself to his heart's desire. Sweat poured down his body in rivets, his inner clothes already soaked despite the freezing temperatures outside. Brock could feel the material tightening against his body and it wasn't because of his sweat. An intense pressure had begun building up within his erupting nine-incher, creeping through the erectile tissues and pulsing madly within his hands. Unable to keep his eyes shut any longer, Brock forced them open and saw that his cock was throbbing monstrously in his hands, literally gaining and losing inches at a time.

"Ooh fuck what's happening to me!" gasped the heaving Brock, a rush of intense power surging through his veins and concentrating around his genitals, "OOOH! Oh god! Ooh... fuck... FUCK!! UUHGGHNNN!!!!"

A thunderous bellow was forced from Brock's jaws, the bull's huge black cock hulking out between his fingers like a monstrous balloon, nine inches of swollen bull-cock exploding into a freakish eighteen inches, doubling in size and almost tripling in thickness. The swollen mushroom head had grown especially massive, his gaping dick-slit stretching maddeningly wide as cum continued to shoot. Brock's once enormous apple-sized testicles began churning erotically, swelling outwards with the weight of more and more sperm until two grapefruit-sized monsters rolled over the seat, they're immense weight tugging sensually at Brock's crotch and yanking another moan from his cum-stained lips.

"FUCK YEEEEEAAAHH!!!!!!" Brock screamed, his monstrous new penis quadrupling the intensity of his orgasmic release. The bull's breathing was coming out in rapid gasps, every ounce of fat in his body melting away from beneath his taut skin, a familiar pressure building up within his torso and spreading all the way to his fingers and toes. Whatever was in those buns was pumping through him again, emanating from his heaving balls and empowering every muscle cell in his body. Brock inhaled deeply, his entire body stiffening like a board as a deafening_SHRIIPP_ filled the car, Brock's horned head bobbing against the roof of his car as his growing body obliterated his inner shirt.

"UUGGHNNNFUUUCK YEEAAH!" bellowed Brock, his eyes threatening to pop out of their sockets as insane amounts of sheer muscle erupted from every inch of his muscular body, his seemingly unending climax tripling in strength as Brock roared and howled. Grotesque, tear-dropped shaped mountains exploded from his awesome quads, ripping his trousers to shreds as they competed for space on his lengthening legs. Brock's diamond-shaped calves almost doubled in mass, thick veins crawling over their surface as his boots grew uncomfortably fight against his widening feet.

"Ooh... god I'm turning into the fucking HULK!" Brock roared, his voice dropping two octaves in that one sentence, "PUMP ME UP MOTHERFUCKER! FUCKING PUMP ME UP! GGRRAAGGHHH!!"

Two massive moulds began swelling out of Brock's chest, his already developed pectorals roiling like muscular cables under his woollen sweater, the rough material teasing him horribly as his enlarging nipples graced across the fabric. Drool cascading from his jaws, Brock growled and flexed his monstrous body, his herculean biceps morphing into veiny boulders and stretching the sweater to its limits as his triceps fought to keep up. Pulling up the sleeve of his arms, Brock could see the shredded muscle groups rising up all over his forearms, flexing on their own accord and never shrinking to their previous size. It was almost too good to be true. Brock couldn't believe he was actually hulking out of his clothes, the hem of his only surviving garment riding up his body as his shoulders and lats challenged each other to a growth duel, exposing a stomach more muscular than the wildest of his dreams.

It had been more than two years since Brock gave up trying to get his eight-pack to show, his abdominal muscles restricted to an awesome six-pack that never failed to draw stares whenever he removed his shirt. Now, an almost freaky abdominal wall greeted him, covered in sweat that flowed through the deep fissures that divided the eight brick-sized muscles bulging off his fantastically narrow gut. Brock began to laugh, the huge bull flexing his incredible new body and delighting as his woollen sweater was stretched to its limits. He was so fucking massive even his nipples could be seen under the thick fabric, pointing down thanks to the immense size of his muscular pectorals.

Brock didn't know how long his growth spurt had lasted, only that the inside of his car looked as though it had just hosted a hundred orgies. The bull felt exhaustion finally catching up to him, easing away the drunken sense of power that had been flooding his mind as his orgasm finally reduced itself to a trickle, his bestial cock deflating softly and sinking forward.

"Ooooh!" Brock moaned, the bull clutching his head and realising that his horns had been reshaped. The weight of each one was heavy and they now pointed forwards, ending in dangerous points that had pierced through the rubberised caps he usually placed on them. Adjusting the rear view mirror and wiping off his cum, Brock realised that even his face had changed slightly. He still recognised himself of course, but now he looked... manlier. There was no other way to describe it, his jawline was more chiselled and his muzzle a little thicker, complete with a rugged morning shadow and a raw sex appeal that thrilled him to the bone. It was then did the Brock realise he had grown an entire pubic bush, the black forest wrapping around his crotch and even extending between his buttocks to give him the furry man-ass he secreted wanted. A quick inspection also revealed more body hair in all the right places, across his pectorals, between his abdominals and even his armpits.

In short, Brock felt fucking_amazing_.

Wishing he had a bigger mirror to admire himself with, Brock reached for his cum-soaked door handle, his meaty paws crushing it to bits before accidentally forcing the door clean off its hinges. Brock paused, his eyes wide at the destruction his newfound strength had just caused. There was no way he would be able to explain this to the insurance company, but then again when he was this huge he probably wouldn't have any need to drive, the prospect of feeling his hulk-sized muscles grinding against each other as he walked was simply too good to pass off.

Squeezing himself out of the car, Brock stood and admired his new body. Judging by the difference in distance between the roof of his car and his face, Brock estimated that he had grown an entire foot in height and packed on at least a hundred pounds of pure muscle. The bull highly doubted there was even an ounce of fat left inn his body, and flexing a powerfully muscled arm seemed to reinforce the suggestion. There must have been what, twenty-six inches on that bicep now, far more muscle than any twenty-one year old even had the right to have, Brock smirked as he realised that the bodybuilding trophy was as good as his.

Digging his fingers into the overstretched wool of his sweater, Brock pulled at the fabric, ripping it to pieces and baring his mega-muscled body for the world to see... not that he could see anyone right now. It was incredible, Brock was standing in the frigging nude in the middle of winter and he didn't even feel cold, it was as though his hulking new muscles were generating higher levels of heat to counteract the wintery air. Shit, he simply had to see what he looked like in a mirror.

Abandoning his cum-flooded car, Brock stomped across the pavement to where a row of unopened shops laid waiting for him, hell bent on seeing just what his new muscles were capable of.

***

"Brawny Buns?!" cried the wide-eyed Josh, the tiger clutching his face at the revelation, "Are they going to do what I think they're going to do?!"

"His car won't survive the trip home," giggled Duncan, the great dragon nuzzling Josh affectionately as the tiger squealed and squirmed, "I don't think he's going to hold it against you though."

"He would have to get past you first wouldn't he?" Josh managed, struggling madly as Duncan began tickling him, "And for the love of god let me go!"

Duncan chuckled, his unholy baritone rumbling within his voice as he obliged Josh's command and plopped the tiger onto the empty cushion beside him. They had been seated in a private room of one of the most expensive restaurants in the entire village, this one having been decorated with an eastern theme and thus lacked the conventional tables and chairs found in most westernized societies. Josh had never seen tatami until this day, the intricately woven straw mats covering every inch of floor in their little suite. The tables were extremely low, the surface barely a foot above the ground but complimenting the lack of chairs perfectly, Duncan having been given seven cushions to sit on due to his enormous size.

There was even a dress code of sorts, where all patrons would be required to don a set of long-sleeved blue-and-white robes in order to protect their exposed arms and clothing from unwanted food stains. Duncan in particular had been especially excited about the robes, having conveniently (and deliberately) concluded that he could not wear them with his shirt on, and proceeded to yank it off him in full view of the entire restaurant, the robes having been presented to them upon entry. Needless to say the ensuing chaos had justified Duncan's carrying of Josh on his shoulders due to the sheer number of crazed patrons trying to mob him, at least those who hadn't collapsed at their tables due to the sudden lack of blood in their brains anyway.

Josh felt himself turning to mush as he admired his hulking companion, the dragon's long tongue coiling slyly across his lips as they waited for their order to arrive. The restaurant had given him the largest, most voluminous set of robes they had and _still_the garment lacked enough fabric to cover all seven hundred pounds of his insane, rippling mass. Where the robes fitted loosely around Josh's chest and arms, they didn't even begin to cover Duncan's immense, boulder-like pectorals and the freak-show abdominal wall that bulged from his gut. The sleeves were audibly straining against his herculean arm muscles, already ripping in some places and completely destroyed in others. That they had deliberately been designed to be extra wide and incredibly loose only served to accentuate the inhuman disproportions of Duncan's godlike arms. Josh could feel his mouth watering as the demon turned his body to face him, that great big chest of his completely exposed and so hairy Josh thought he was going to die.

In fact, Josh was still slavering when the bamboo door to their private room slid open, the tiger too distracted by Duncan's awesomely erect nipples until the waiter cleared his throat.

"The... ah... preparations are ready for you, Mr Duncan."

"That's your cue Josh."

"Oh alright," the tiger giggled, running his fluffy tail over Duncan's nostrils as he stood, "I'll be looking forward to whatever you're planning."

Duncan had tried grabbing Josh in retaliation for being teased, but the tiger had anticipated it and leapt forward, easing himself into the crowded corridor before the dragon's massive claws could get a grip on his tail.

Josh passed nearly a dozen trollies as he wandered about in search for a place to wait, most of them piled with all sorts of mouth-watering fillets of fish, like salmon and tuna. Duncan had selected only the best and freshest cuts just for him it seemed, though for the love of that great dragon Josh simply could not figure out what he was up to. The last trolley carried an enormous pot that was bubbling with a delicious smelling mixture of broth, bones and beef, throwing his predictions off the charts. Josh simply leaned against the wall, chuckling at how every waiter seemed to sport a massive tent in their trousers, no doubt desperate for another look at the living, breathing muscle god who was patronizing their restaurant.

"Josh?" called a familiar voice, a large hand falling against his shoulder and turning him around, "Holy shit it is you!"

Bradley the lion was another one of Josh's occasional acquaintances, the leonine weightlifter sometimes accompanying Brock when the bull was patronizing Josh's bakery. Like Brock, Bradley was a senior stud from the university. Unlike Brock, Bradley was more interested in powerlifting as opposed to bodybuilding, forgoing the rigorously sculptured muscles that Brock possessed in favour of raw strength. It wasn't that Bradley wasn't sexy though, he was simply built a little differently. Brock's wrestling buddy sported shoulders and arms that were positively humongous, bulging with powerful muscles that always resulted in him being dragged to places where people needed stuff carried around.

The lion had even been voted best legs and best ass earlier this year, the sheer size and power of his muscular quads never failing to mesmerise whenever he squeezed himself into one of the school's wrestling uniforms. Bradley's only flaw (according to the school newspaper, which ran an article on him on one occasion) seemed to be his intense love for food, often pigging out when Brock was dieting and chugging vast amounts of protein on top of all that, resulting in a large-but-powerfully strong musclegut that was occasional the subject of mass photography.

"Bradley?" blurted a surprised Josh, the tiger eyeing the whitewashed uniform that marked him as an employee who worked in the kitchens, "How the hell did you land a job here?! I must have sent a thousand applications and they all got rejected!"

"Oh they needed someone who was strong enough to haul in their supplies," Bradley answered smugly, rolling up his sleeves and flexing his twenty-two inch guns, "Got hired on my first try, and not to mention employee benefits like all the food I can eat for lunch and dinner too."

"That isn't fair!"

"You're one to talk!" Bradley retorted, lowering his voice to a hush, "Who is that guy anyway, I haven't seen a dragon this big since... ever! The manager is already going to waive your bill because of all the publicity he's getting from people snapping pictures and posting them Facebook!"

"Oh um... that's Duncan," Josh replied, his face blushing furiously under the fur, "He's new around here."

"No kidding?" Bradley breathed, seven inches of throbbing leonine manhood twitching in his trousers at the memory of Duncan's incredible brawn, "You must tell me where he works out man, I'd do anything for that kind of muscle Josh,anything!"

"I ah... don't actually know where he works out, we just met last night."

"You met him last night and he's already holding your hands and carrying you on his shoulders?!"

"I... guess so?"

"Dude that is insane," Bradley exclaimed, genuine shock gracing his rugged, manly features, "Is there some kind of relationship accelerating technique only gay people have access to? I had to spend months with Trisha before she would even let me hold her hand! How the hell did you do it?!"

"I don't think there's such a technique Bradley, and besides wasn't Trisha that cheerleader you broke up with?"

"Yeah well she was just an example, that whore lasted the longest anyway, not counting the part where she just wanted me to date her so her ex got jealous. It's just that it takes me months to reach your stage in a relationship and you did it in less than a_day_! You must teach me!"

"Um... what about Brock then?"

"Ugh," Bradley grunted, pulling a face at Josh's suggestion, "No homo man, Brock's cool and all but I like tits and pussies, not wieners and dongs."

Josh let his eyes trail down to the bulge in Bradley's shorts, wondering how on earth the lion could not see where his lust lay as he went on and on about his sexual preferences. Brock wrestled with Bradley on a regular basis and anyone who watched them going at it would have seen the enormous erections either of them sported even before they touched each other. Still, before Josh could interrupt Bradley the now-empty trolleys returned from the suite, a few unfortunate waiters had to be carried out of the room, having passed out from the force of their Duncan-induced orgasms.

"Aw crap," Bradley groaned, striding forward to help with the unconscious victims, "I gotta get back to work now, and remember to find out where your man works out!"

Sighing under his breath at Bradley's plight, Josh returned to his suite, nearly tripping over himself when he realised just what Duncan had been 'preparing'. The dragon was completely, utterly naked and lying on the table with his hands behind his head, hulking biceps flexing erotically as he acknowledged Josh's return. Now the tiger knew what all those trollies had been for, Duncan having turned his body into some sort of hyper-muscled serving platter, rows upon rows of expensive sushi decorating the vast majority of his glorious nakedness. There were clumps of raw salmon covering his throbbing, cum-oozing nipples, fried tuna strips draped over the expansive, muscular moulds that were his pecs. Even Duncan's shredded eight-pack had been intricately decorated with rolled up rice balls, the chiselled canals dividing each cinderblock-sized muscle filled with some kind of flavourful sushi dip that was being 'enhanced' by the muscle milk trickling down from his manly teats.

Josh could do nothing to prevent his cock from growing rock hard and dribbling within his trousers. Duncan's powerfully erect penis was pointing toward him, parallel to the floor and oozing a thick, rich 'sauce' into a shallow dish that had been placed beneath the swollen, mushroom-shaped cap. It still amazed Josh that the demon's inner penile muscles were this magnificently developed, allowing him to flex and pump his cock in any direction he wanted without having to use his hands, and judging by the way his monstrous tool was pressing against his sweaty testicular-sac, Josh figured the dragon was probably doing just that.

The remainder of his order had been carefully organized along the lengths of Duncan's amazingly muscular legs and across his hulking, veiny biceps. The lack of plates was resulting in the dragon's heady musk mixing into the food as he sweated, something that would no doubt render them more delicious than the chefs in the kitchen could ever imagine. Not bothering to hide his throbbing erection, Josh shut the door to his suite and slithered over to where Duncan laid waiting.

"What?" purred the terribly excited Josh, furry fingers gracing the sides of Duncan's leanly-muscled waist, "No utensils?"

"It'll be more fun if I could feel your lips caressing my body," growled Duncan, his long tongue rolling free of his maw and wetting his reptilian lips, "I take it you're satisfied with our one day anniversary lunch?"

"Definitely more than satisfied," Josh managed, the tiger wiping away his drool as he spoke, "I'm just worried that your hotter-than-hell muscles are going to cook the sushi before I can eat them."

"Well then you better get started," giggled Duncan, the dragon bouncing his hulking chest muscles in suggestion, "And then we can get to work on your little friend outside."

"I knew you were going to suggest something like that," Josh murmured excitedly, his voice muffled from all the food in his mouth, "Are you going to turn him gay with Brawny Buns or something?"

"That lion is _already_gay Josh, I thought it was pretty obvious that he practically lusted for cock and muscles, and besides we don't necessarily have to use Brawny Buns."

"Who are you and what did you do to Duncan?"

"Your huge, muscular Duncan is right here," the dragon purred, squirming slightly as Josh dipped a sushi roll into his gaping cum-slit, "I just meant we didn't have to use Brawny Buns because there are... other varieties."

"You figured out a way to let Bradley keep his muscle gut?"

"It's not fun when you keep correctly guessing stuff you know?" Duncan said, feigning a pout, "I was going to relentlessly tease you until you give in to my demands and let me suck you off right here in public in exchange for that information."

"Oh my god Duncan that is_brilliant_!" Josh cried, his eyes widening at the prospect, "I'm technically going to be able to make everybody I know so happy just by jerking you off!"

"I know," Duncan replied, a dirty smirk splitting his face in two, "I was thinking we could call them Beefy Buns, with real beef in the middle so they'll be heavier and easily differentiated from an ordinary Brawny Bun."

The prospect of Bradley and Brock hulking out of their clothes and making sweet love to each other's faces was almost too good to resist. Josh already knew how powerful the sensations could be thanks to his time with Duncan, that the dragon's heaving testicular sac was capable of such infecting others with such wonderful magic was only exciting him even further.

"We need to discuss the future of these new Beefy Buns," Josh said coyly, licking his fingers and tasting Duncan's delicious manliness, "In the meantime, I think you deserve a reward..."

***

Nick could feel his heart racing, pounding against his ribcage so hard he thought he was going to faint. Brock had clearly forgotten all about him, the monstrous bull having morphed into some kind of hulking sex monster, eighteen fucking inches of throbbing bull-cock spraying cum everywhere as Nick huddled in the back. Having read enough smut to know where this was going, Nick leaned forward and grabbed two buns from the bag that lay waiting in the passenger seat. It seemed impossible, completely impossible that something like this was actually happening in real life, the shock of the situation had been powerful enough to wrench him back to reality after the brain damage Josh's assistant had caused him. Nick knew he had to try this for himself.

The fox kept his head low, watching intently as Brock tore the door of the closed hat shop clean off its hinges, no doubt in search of a mirror so he could properly admire himself. Nick knew better than to wait, all but tumbling out of the car and tearing across the street as fast as his little legs would carry him. People stopped to stare at him as he passed, no doubt wondering why on earth he was covered in some sort of sticky white fluid. Nick simply pressed on, the two stolen buns pressing against his chest as he sprinted in the direction of the dormitories, cutting through all his usual shortcuts and refusing to slow down until he had crashed into the safety of his bunk.

Panting like a madman and sweating profusely, Nick bolted his door shut and flopped onto the floor, trying valiantly to remain conscious. So this was how Josh had an assistant that was built like a tank! Nick had watched enough movies (and pornography) to know what must have been going on - government agents had probably instructed Josh to mix some top secret muscle formula into his bread and to specifically sell them to jocks like Brock as part of a hush-hush experiment for the military! It all made perfect sense now, their little university village was secluded and quiet with an extraordinarily low crime rate to boot, meaning that monstrous dragon was probably some steroid-charged commando sent to monitor Josh in case he stepped out of line. Or better yet, maybe he was a steroid-charged commando who's genetically modified DNA allowed him to produce the formula in his testicles and cum it all out whenever he had an orgasm! Josh was probably the luckiest man alive at this very moment!

Nick threw himself upwards, suddenly energized as he returned his attention to the buns he was holding against his chest, each smelling unnaturally delicious and mouth-wateringly fragrant. If one bun had turned Brock into a seven foot tall muscle hulk, what were two buns going to do for him?! Nick hopped over to his webcam and fired up the program on his computer, intending to record every moment of his impending growth. There was no telling how the internet community would react to a video of his muscles growing, but it was definitely going to be wild and the prospect only served to excite him even further.

Stripping off his sweaty clothes down to his underwear and standing before the camera, Nick adjusted it with his remote such that the picture cut off just before revealing his face. He was going to start off with just one to properly document what was to come. Nick placed one bun onto his desk and stuffed the other into his waiting jaws, enjoying the buttery goodness as it melted down his throat. Soft moans began filling the room, a warm-yet-sensual feeling creeping through his body and causing the fox to reach for his hardening junk, where the sensations were the strongest. Nick began playing with himself, grabbing and groping himself lewdly as four inches of pulsing manhood grew hot against the fabric, coaxed on by his fingers until an incredible rush of power exploded from his furry testicles.

"Ooh god!" Nick wailed, the fox arching his back as raw energy consumed him, a spontaneous orgasm exploding from his turgid cock as he jerked and bucked.

"FUUUCCCK!!!" screamed the fox, "YES! I'M GONNA BE HUGE! HUUUGE!! OH GOD! OOH! OOOHHHH!!!"

And then, with one final scream that rattled the windows of his dorm, Nick felt his muscles finally starting to grow.

"UUUUGGGHHHNNNNNN!!!!!"