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Meyer's Desires, Part 3 (Conclusion)
🕑 Added 2021-04-25 15:31:39 +0000 UTCSoon after their first night together, Wyatt gave up his apartment and moved in with Meyer, since he was living in a larger and nicer place. The two men were both busy during the day – Meyer was in class and the lab, and Wyatt was at work and the gym – but spent every night trying out new things in bed. They definitely liked exploring every part of each other’s bodies.
Wyatt, of course, continued to get bigger during this time. During their first two weeks as a couple, he put on another 10 pounds of muscle and hit a new high of 290. If his clothes had been tight before, now they were almost strangling his body when he put them on.
One morning, as he attempted to get dressed and go to work, Meyer asked, “Baby, since you seem to have to replace them so often, do you like working at a retail store so you can get discounts on new clothes?”
Wyatt smiled as he wriggled his massive torso into a polo shirt. “Well, yes, that’s one reason. But the other is that I’d like to learn more about the clothing industry. I know there are Big N Tall shops out there, but I think larger folks still get the short end of the stick when it comes to fashion. I’d like to do something to help, but I’m just not sure what that will be. So for now, I’m learning the ropes and seeing where I might make a difference.”
After Wyatt managed to pull the shirt down over his humungous pecs, Meyer walked over and give his boyfriend a kiss. “Super hot and super nice. How did I get so lucky to end up with you, Wyatt?”
Wyatt put his hand behind Meyer, slipped it into the smaller man’s slacks, and firmly squeezed Meyer’s ass. “I’m the lucky one, baby. I’ll be back tonight to show my appreciation.”
The big man left for the store, and Meyer gathered up the books he would need for his classes. He was zipping up his backpack when he heard a knock at the front door.
He went the foyer and opened the door. Standing there was a tall muscular man wearing a tank top and mid-thigh shorts. He looked to be in his early 20s, and had short brown hair, brown eyes, and very tan skin. “Hey, little man, I’m James,” he said with a goofy grin. “Where’s Mike?”
Meyer slowly shook his head. “Sorry, there’s no Mike living here.”
James laughed. “Good one. This is 3B, right? It’s Mike’s place. He’s lived here all during college.”
“Maybe you have the wrong building, or the wrong floor. I’ve been here 2 years now,” replied Meyer.
The man peered into the apartment. “This must be the place…look, there’s his gear.”
“Well, actually, those belong to…”
Before Meyer could finish his sentence, the big man pushed his way into the apartment and walked up to the table in the dining room where Wyatt kept all his vitamins. “Here’s his creatine, and pre-workout, and protein powder. If this isn’t Mike’s place, then you must have stolen them from him!”
Meyer was becoming exasperated. “Look, I tried to tell you, those belong to…”
James interrupted Meyer again. “Don’t try to bullshit me, shrimp! There’s no way a pansy like you is taking this stuff. It belongs to a hardcore lifter, and that’s definitely not you!”
“You need to leave, sir!” said Meyer with a raised voice.
James laughed. “How the fuck is some scrawny wimp like me going to make me leave? What do you weigh, maybe 70 pounds? I’m 220 pounds of solid muscle…you think you’re gonna just push me out the door?” The man flexed his biceps, which bulged up to about 16 inches; Meyer would have been impressed if he didn’t make love each night to a man with 24 inch biceps.
“And why would you steal these from Mike? You trying to get big, little man? You think you’ll score some hot ass if you weren’t such a fuckin’ baby?” The man poked Meyer in the chest hard, causing the scientist to fall backward onto the floor.
He laughed again. “I’ve got more muscle in my finger than you’ve got in your entire body. You little dicks think you can just take a few powders and turn into a stud. It ain’t gonna happen, asswipe. You’ll never look as good as me.”
The aggressive visitor turned his back and started flexing in the nearby mirror, so Meyer decided to do something rash. He had stored the backup vial of his formula in one of the nearby kitchen cabinets, so he crawled over to retrieve it. If he could drink it, he might be able to avoid getting beaten to a pulp.
James turned back and saw Meyer crawling away. “Maybe I’ll just fuck you up to teach you a lesson. Teach you not to mess with me or Mike.
Meyer got to the cabinet where he stored the formula. He quickly opened the door and reached in to grab the vial, which he had hidden from Wyatt behind a bunch of clutter. He took off the cap and was about to drink it when a very strong arm grabbed his hand and prevented him from sipping the contents.
“What ya got there, punk? A magic muscle formula to help you grow big and strong?” said James with a hearty laugh. He took the vial out of Meyer’s hand and held it near his head. “Weird color, but looks good. If you were so desperate to drink it, maybe I’ll just gulp in down instead.”
“No, please don’t!” shouted Meyer, who had slumped to the floor. “Please, please stop!”
Before James could do so, however, an even bigger and stronger hand grabbed his arm. It belong to Wyatt. “I do not know what the FUCK is going on here, but you are going to stop whatever you are doing immediately!” he roared.
James couldn’t see the full size of Wyatt behind him, but he knew the guy was massive – at least 3 or 4 inches taller, and probably 50-75 pounds heavier. And unbelievably strong. James decided to start with a diversion, so he flicked his wrist backward and the formula splashed into Wyatt’s face.
Wyatt instinctively let go so he could use both hands to wipe the liquid from his eyes. James jumped over Meyer and hustled to the other side of the dining room in an attempt to escape, but Wyatt was as fast as he was powerful. He caught up to James and grabbed his wrist with his left arm, and then Wyatt swung his right arm around James’s neck. “What are you doing in her terrorizing my boyfriend?”
“He took my friend’s stuff,” said James, as he pointed to the supplements on the table. “I was trying to get it back.”
Wyatt tightened his grip around James’s throat. “That ‘stuff’ belongs to me, and as you can surmise, I use it a lot. Meyer, are you OK?”
The smaller man stood up and dusted himself off. “Yeah, he didn’t hurt me. He just threatened.”
“Good, now call the cops,” said Wyatt.
“What! Hold on, please. It was kidding!” cried James.
“Dude, the first words I heard you say as I was heading for the apartment were, ‘Maybe I’ll just fuck you up to teach you a lesson.’ It did not sound like you were kidding,” replied Wyatt. “Now, Meyer, call 9-1-1.”
Meyer scrambled up and looked for his cell phone. It took him about 30 seconds to find it, and when he did, he dialed the number and was placed on hold. He told Wyatt, who responded, “No worries. I can hold onto this guy all day.”
James tried to get free, but Wyatt was simply too strong to maneuver a release. Eventually, however, after a few minutes, he could feel the bigger man’s grip slightly weakening.
Wyatt turned to look at his boyfriend, who was holding his cell phone to his face. “Hey, Meyer, what was in that vial this guy threw in my face? I think I ended up drinking some of it, and now I feel a little weird.”
Meyer quickly hung up. “Oh, no. You drank some, Wyatt? How long have you been holding on to him?””
Wyatt didn’t respond, but Meyer knew the answer must have been “three minutes.”
The big man felt his whole body tingle for a bit, and then his knees buckled. He landed with a thud in one of the dining room chairs, and Meyer was shocked it didn’t break.
James did not wait around to find out what was going to happen and sprinted from the apartment.
“I feel like I’m being poked with pins and needles all over,” said Wyatt, as he stood up from the chair. “I think I need to go to the doctor.”
A soon as he spoke, Wyatt’s massive body began to pulse like it was filled with electricity…and then began to morph into an even more massive form. His chest heaved outward, ripping through his already-tight shirt, and that was quickly followed by an expansion of the rest of his upper body muscles: deltoids, biceps, triceps, and lats. Wyatt’s slacks split open as his thighs pumped up to a mind-boggling circumference, and his calves did the same. He still had a bit of a muscle gut, with no abs visible, but even that grew more solid-looking than before.
Wyatt began flexing all of his muscles as they expanded. “ Fuck. I thought I was dying at first, but I feel fucking amazing now!”
Every second that went by, Wyatt grew and grew and grew. He had been at 290 that morning, but now had to be closer to 400; his whole body took up a tremendous amount of space. Eventually his black lycra underwear also ripped from his body to reveal his engorged 10” cock.
Wyatt turned to the mirror that James had checked himself out in earlier, and he stared at his reflection. The man staring back was an absolute monster, with powerhouse muscles bigger than he had ever seen on anyone else. His chest was so thick that it looked like it could stop bullets. His arms looked like they could easily pull a tree out of the ground. His thighs looks like they could easily squat 2,000 pounds…maybe even 3,000. Wyatt could not wait to get back to the gym to test out his strength.
The big man turned to a stunned looking Meyer and flexed his right bicep. “Baby, feel this."
Meyer reached up and ran his fingers over the thick corded muscles of Wyatt’s arms, eventually stopping at the peak of his bicep. He tried to squeeze it, but his little scientist fingers could not make a dent. “It’s so hard, baby. And, news flash, so am I.”
Wyatt chuckled. He could see that a tent that had arisen in the crotch of his boyfriend’s pants. “I’m sure you are eventually going to give me an explanation for what happened to me this morning. And what will happen to that guy who ran out of here. I’m just glad I forgot my lunch and came back for it when I did.”
Meyer didn’t respond, but rather moved out in front of Wyatt and began caressing his rock hard pecs.
“You must like what you see,” said Wyatt. He reached down and easily scooped up Meyer, and then gave him a long, hard kiss.
“Let me show you, baby,” responded Meyer.
Wyatt took Meyer into the bedroom and, just like the first night they were together, stripped off his clothes faster than he could comprehend.
As soon as the big man lay himself down on his back, Meyer grabbed his boyfriend’s thick cock and began rubbing, and it didn’t take long for it to turn into a foot long erection. Meyer then brought his lips to the head and began tickling it with his tongue, and then took what he could inside his mouth. He sucked and sucked, and Wyatt began to moan rather loudly. Meyer slid her hands all over Wyatt's huge thighs and then began fondling his balls while he sucked.
Wyatt’s moan grew even louder as the pleasure intensified. Everything about the experience felt heightened, as if his bigger muscles were allowing for increased sensitivity. Meyer continued to suck and fondle and lick and stoke, and soon afterward Wyatt was cumming harder than he had ever before. The geyser almost knocked Meyer off the bed and the stream sailed across the room.
Wyatt then called in sick to work, since he didn’t have anything that he could wear, and Meyer decided to skip his classes and help his boyfriend adjust to his new size. Plus they had to figure out what to do about James.
“I’ve got a story to tell you, Wyatt. You know I have always had a thing for big strong guys,” said Meyer. “Well, one day in the lab…”
