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More Than Anything, Part 3 (Conclusion)
🕑 Added 2021-12-23 02:11:12 +0000 UTCOver the next few months, thanks to the curse, things started to really change for Hale. The chubby restaurant worker began to grow taller and leaner with each passing day, as if he was having a second growth spurt. Plus his frame started filling out with muscle…much more than should have been possible with his workouts in the home gym his parents had installed in the basement.
By the time Memorial Day rolled around, Hale was a full-blown stud. 6'4" inches tall and 260 pounds of muscle, and he had taken to shaving his thinning hair so that he only had a little fuzz on top, making him look like a big bull of a man. He decided to quit his job at McDonald's because he was earning enough at his part-time modeling gigs for local sporting goods stores, which was a good thing since a full-time job would have been impossible due to Kirk’s erratic workout schedule. Hale would get his “erotically-charged enhancements” at seemingly random times throughout the day, and he had to make sure a private area was always nearby to prevent others from seeing what was really going on.
Like Christmas, Memorial Day was another get-together for the Hardy clan. They had a big outdoor feast that afternoon at Great Aunt Marilyn’s estate, and for Kirk, it was always a great day. Not only did Marilyn’s pool give him the perfect excuse to parade his incredible body in front of his extended family, but he would also get to show off his strength with the traditional moving of the barbecue. To explain, Marilyn had a rather large barbecue (with broken wheels) that was stored in a shed all winter, but it would need to be dragged out onto the patio for the first family gathering of the spring. Years ago, this task was handled by two or three of the bigger Hardy men, but lately Kirk had taken it upon himself to hoist the contraption across the yard and receive the adoration of all those watching. It was a heavy and unwieldy motherfucker, but Kirk was able to get it where it needed to be.
So the big stud arrived with great anticipation. He had gained 10 pounds of muscle since everyone had seen him at Christmas, bringing his body up to 230 very buff pounds, and he had a great tan already from his afternoon jogs in the park near his house. He parked his car on the street, checked his look one more time in the side view mirror (and said to himself, “I’m the total fuckin’ package,”) and headed to the backyard filled with his relatives mingling around…and was stunned to see the barbecue was already in place.
“How did these dorks manage to get it set up without me?” Kirk asked.
Flabbergasted at what had taken place, he went to find Marilyn and ask who had moved it. But before he could start looking for her, he turned around and ran into the very solid upper chest of a man who he didn’t recognize. Kirk took a step back and looked the man up and down…he was a real beast, loaded with muscle and almost certainly stronger than him. This muscleman was also wearing a similar outfit to Kirk – stringer tank and tight shorts – but clearly filled them up with a lot more beef.
“Who…who are you?” Kirk asked.
“Don’t you recognize me, little Kirk? It’s me…Hale,” he said, flexing his monstrous pecs in the process.
“Ha ha. Who are you really? One of Aunt Marilyn’s neighbors?”
“No, it’s really me, Hale. The new and improved me,” replied Hale with a smile. “I guess you’re no longer the big stud in the family, Kirk.”
Kirk took another step back and looked into the man’s eyes for about 10 seconds. “Holy shit, Hale! How did you get so huge? And you’re like…way taller, too!”
“Just like you, man. Lots of hard work in the gym. Not sure how I got taller, though. Maybe my body just needed to make room for all this new muscle.” Hale stopped bouncing his pecs and instead flexed his meaty arms.
Kirk shook his head. “But there’s no possible way you could get so much bigger in just 5 months. You couldn’t have!” he said with a bit of desperation and bit of envy.
“Oh, but I did. And you know what…it was fuckin’ easy, Kirk. I should have done it years ago, but I guess I made up for lost time. Every day since you last saw me at Christmas, I just got bigger and bigger and bigger. And fuckin’ stronger, too. I moved Aunt Marilyn’s barbecue all by myself. Just lifted that sucker up off the ground like it was a feather. Not like you…struggling and wheezing and panting, all the while thinking you were showing off. I got it out of the shed and across the yard in about 30 seconds, and I didn’t even break a sweat.”
“No, I worked hard the last five months….really hard. And I put on 10 pounds of muscle. What you did is just unthinkable,” replied Kirk.
“What was unthinkable was letting you make fun of me – and come to find out, so many others – for so long and not doing something about it, Kirk,” said Hale as he grabbed the front of his cousin’s tank top and pulled him close. “But now that’s all done. You ain’t gonna push me or the other relatives around anymore, got it?”
Kirk reached up and tried to pry Hale’s fingers off his tank top, but he couldn’t budge them. He couldn’t even pry one finger loose. “Shit, this fucker is really jacked,” he thought. So he just nodded his response.
Hale smiled. “Good boy. Now, I want to you to leave. Scram. I don’t want you to show up at any more family gatherings this year…well, you can come to Christmas, but that’s it. If I see you before then, or if I hear about any other misbehaviors, I’m gonna beat you to hell.”
The now-smaller cousin nodded again. Hale let go, and Kirk made a hasty exit.
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Kirk wasn’t done with Hale, however. Not by a long shot. “No way am I going to let that little fucker get the better of me. Who does he think he is…I’ve always been the bigger man. It’s my fuckin’ destiny to dominate him and every other guy who tries to challenge me.”
He figured he could fix things by just redoubling his efforts in the gym, adding more supplements to his routine, and putting on even more muscle than Hale. "Surely the guy has topped out," thought Kirk. "His parents are so tiny and wimpy that he cannot get any bigger."
So every night for the next 7 months, Kirk went to the gym to pump iron, blasting every muscle harder than he ever had before. He took creatine, and protein powder, and every other supplement – both legal and illegal – he could get his hands on. And he ate like there was no tomorrow, gobbling down 10,000–12,000 calories every day. Kirk did everything he could possibly think of to grow, and his plan worked – he added 10 pounds of muscle each month, bringing his total to 290 pounds. He was shorter than Hale, but he outweighed by 30 pounds now. Every piece of clothing he had was stretched unbelievably tight across his pumped-up physique, and he was very confident that Hale would regret challenging him.
On Christmas day, he worked out in the morning to make sure he had a good pump across his entire physique, and then got dressed in a tight blue dress shirt and gray slacks that showed off all his bulges. Kirk took stock of himself in his bedroom mirror and was blown away by how good he looked. "I'm a fuckin' god," he thought. "Nobody can compete with this body." He then got into his car, picked up his boyfriend Sander (a 6’2”, 260-pound powerlifter he had been dating for the past 3 months) and headed to the Hale’s parents for the party.
Kirk and Sander entered through the front door and were ready – or so they thought – to take on Hale. Kirk had given Sander the rundown on his cousin’s growth spurt and that he needed a comeuppance from their last encounter, and Sander was more than happy to support his boyfriend with a little roughhousing. He had also been a big dude his whole life and enjoyed dominating weaker men.
As soon the pair got into the foyer, however, their spirits deflated – Hale walked out of the kitchen, standing huge and powerful and looking bigger than ever. He had to be at least 6’8” and somewhere around 400 pounds of muscle – at least 100 pounds heavier than Kirk. He looked like a morphed bodybuilder that you might see on a porn site, and he was wearing only an obscenely tight pair of workout shorts that left nothing to the imagination. Unbeknownst to Kirk, the curse was still working as well as it had before. His enhancements still came every time Kirk worked out, and he had had an especially potent one that very morning.
Hale saw Kirk and strode over. “Hey, little man. You been behaving yourself at the party?” he asked in a deep, rich tone.
Kirk gulped. He was having a hard time believing his eyes – like he was seeing a ghost or Bigfoot or the Loch Ness Monster. Walking toward him was his tank of a cousin, with muscles that looked bigger and stronger than those of any man who he had ever seen. Without any of the bravado he had a few seconds earlier, Kirk finally responded with, “Um, yeah, we just got here, Hale.”
“Good boy,” responded Hale. “You look a little bigger these days.”
“About 70 pounds since you last saw me. But not as…”
“Not as big as me…is that what you were going to say, little Kirk? Yeah, not even fuckin’ close. I just hit 410, and I’m guessing I’ll hit 420 right after the New Year. My body just can’t stop growing more muscle. That’s why I’m hardly wearing any clothes today…nothing fits anymore, and the stores are all closed. So I’m stuck with this teeny weeny pair of shorts that are about to burst right off me.”
Hale reached down and adjusted his cock, rested it on his tight abs, and then continued. “And who’s this beefy stud you’re with today, Kirk?”
“Um, this is Sander.”
Hale turned to the powerlifter and liked what he saw. Sander wasn’t attractive in a conventional sense, but he had a roughhewn presence with short curly black hair, block goatee, and weathered skin. He was wearing a tight white t-shirt that showed off his blocky body, and a pair of faded Levi’s that fit perfectly over his thick legs and thick ass.
“Nice to meet you, Sander. Are you my Christmas present this year?” asked Hale.
Kirk was about to interrupt and let Hale know that Sander was his boyfriend, but Sander answered before he could speak. “I could be,” he said, lifting up his left index finger and placing it in one of the ridges between Hale’s ab muscles. He was staring at Hale in the same manner a little kid would stare at a pile of presents under a Christmas tree.
“What?” said Kirk, turning to Sander. They had gone over and over at least 20 times how they were going to work together to take down Hale, and now his boyfriend had completely abandoned him in under 10 seconds.
Sander ignored Kirk’s outburst and continued to stare at the bigger cousin. “You’re like a real-life Superman.”
Hale smiled again. “I’m way bigger than Superman. Look at these arms, for example. 27 inches around….can you believe it? They’re even bigger than the Christmas ham that my mom is serving this year…and tastier, too,” he said, giving his left bicep a quick kiss.
“I bet you’re the strongest guy in town with muscles that big,” said Sander. “Way stronger than Kirk.”
“Definitely,” replied Hale. He reached out quickly with his massive right hand and clenched both of Kirk’s wrists in it…and then squeezed hard. He wanted to show how strong he was, but he certainly didn’t want to hurt Kirk…no sense in killing the golden goose. As long as Kirk felt embarrassed of how much smaller and weaker he was compared to Hale, and use those feeling to drive himself harder in the weight room, Hale would continue to reap the benefit.
“What the fuck, dude! Let go!” said Kirk as he struggled to get free.
“Look at this, Sander. Look how my one mighty fist can overpower wimpy little Kirk. I have more power in that one joint than he does in both arms…and probably his whole body. That’s why they call me Mount Hale…I’m as powerful as Everest.”
“That’s fuckin’ hot,” said Sander. “I thought Kirk was the ultimate man until I saw you.”
Hale looked down and saw that Sander’s cock was tenting in his jeans. He knew he had this effect on people, but it was extra-satisfying when even Kirk’s lover couldn’t resist him. He squeezed Kirk’s wrists a bit harder, forcing the former tormentor to his knees. “It’s because he doesn’t really work hard enough in the gym. He spends his time showing off to others while lifting baby weights instead of focusing on working out like I do. If he’d put in the effort and focus on really growing, I bet he could be even bigger than me now. But until that time comes, Kirk will just have to settle for being second best. And second best is just another name for loser.”
Finally, Hale let go of Kirk and his cousin began rubbing the spots where he had been held. Kirk stood up a bit gingerly, and said, “Let’s just go, Sander. This party’s a fuckin’ downer.”
Sander, however, didn’t hear a word. He was too busy drinking in Hale’s physique, so Kirk left without him.
“Can we go somewhere…private?” Sander asked.
“Of course, stud.” Hale took Sander by the hand, led him upstairs to his bedroom, and shut the door. “What now, Sander?”
“Can you flex that arm for me again?”
Hale obliged and brought his right arm up to Sander’s face.
Sander moved his head over to Hale’s flexed arm and licked the massive bicep. He pushed in with his tongue, but the muscle was so densely packed that he couldn't make a dent. Sander then reached up and tried to squeeze Hale’s bicep with his fingers, but it was still too hard. “It’s like fuckin’ steel,” he said.
"That’s right, Sandy baby….it’s quite fuckin’ hard," said Hale, who then rubbed his armpit in Sander's face. “You like my sweat, too?”
"Yessssss....you smell like a real stud," moaned Sander. He started running his hands over Hale’s supercharged pecs, and not even both hands together could cover them.
“You want all of me in that mouth, Sander?” Hale asked as he reached down and started rubbing Sander’s firm butt.
“More than anything,” Sander replied.
“Then go for it. Drink in daddy’s muscle cum.”
Sander squatted and quickly pulled down Hale’s tight shorts to reveal the big man’s 14-inch dick. It was half-hard already and growing fast, with pre-cum leaking out of the tip. Sander’s mouth moved quickly and started licking Hale’s balls, and about 30 seconds later he had moved on to the shaft. “It’s so HUGE!” he said.
“It takes after me,” said Hale, wasting no time. He started thrusting his cock in and out of Sander’s throat, and he groaned with pleasure as he felt Sander’s tongue ravish it.
“Yes, that’s it. Keep at it, little Sander. Keep going!”
Sander used his fingers to squeeze Hale’s balls as he sucked harder and harder. As he did so, Hale began to fantasize about the future…he could see Kirk continue to try to grow bigger and bigger…desperately doing anything he could to put on muscle. But no matter what he did, Hale was always one step ahead…going from 410 pounds up to 450, then 500, maybe even 600. He was going to be the biggest motherfucker on the planet, renowned across the globe for his incredible size and strength…raking in money hand over fist from all the companies who wanted to sponsor him….being able to do anything he wanted…and never, ever taking shit from anyone ever again.
A few seconds later, Hale’s cock blast forth a mighty stream of semen that overflowed from Sander’s mouth. Shockwaves of erotic joy surged through his body, and he had to muster reserves of his incredible strength to keep his knees from buckling and tumbling to the ground. The smaller man fell backward onto the floor, and when Hale helped him up, Sander had gotten cum all over his shirt…but he was smiling from ear to ear.
“You want to move on to the bed?” asked Hale.
“More than anything,” replied Sander.
