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Due to Tumblr ludicrous new policy on adult content—still mostly enforced, 48 hours before its official roll-out, by an obtuse algorithm not even worthy of a grad school project—I’ll be moving off to greener pastures.
I’ll keep on posting my longer stories on CoiledFist, and you’ll find regular-ish updates from me on Twitter. There is already a brand new story awaiting you on CF, featuring a 200′ growth spurt.
So long, and thanks for all the porn!
If you like my content, you can support me by financing my addiction to Chouffe and coffee.
Three heavy knocks on the wooden front door rattled the entire house, derailing Lee’s parents out of their thoughts. They had been expecting that moment—standing around with nothing to do but ponder their apprehensions—for a few minutes now, but they both knew well how unprepared they were for it. After exchanging a few embarrassed looks, his mother understood she was the one that had to deal with the delicate task of answering the door.
She walked across the large living room, the center table densely packed with food she and their servant had prepared for her son’s return from the gym. Feeding him was no longer a one-man task; yesterday, under the new increased dosage of his special workout supplement, he had consumed nearly 40,000 calories worth of food, enough to feed a party of twenty people for a day.
As usual, Jamie is wearing patented Abs-Concealing Clothing™. (Just kidding, I never figured how to shade abs under tight clothes.)
I’ve released an updated – and final – version of Stuck. (Password: stuck) I wasn’t too happy with my own writing in the original version, so the talented LA Complex suggested comprehensive edits to make it flow better.
Major general Pinckney was in the middle of a bad day. Nothing this week had been going as he had planned, and it felt as if everyone was playing a joke on him—he couldn’t stand for that.
Firstly, there had been that call, from the governor, informing him that the bill that would’ve added much-needed money to Fort Carson’s budget had failed to pass. The governor had told him a million times this would pass easily; it didn’t, because the congress was on the verge of putting the country into default again, over some ludicrous quarrel between Democrats and Republicans.
But this hasn’t been enough. He had then received another call from Colonel Butterfield at Los Alamos Demolition Army Base—of which he was co-responsible, mainly supervising the poor souls that had landed here without any technical assignment. Apparently, he was to urgently come to check the progress on some so-called “super-soldier” experiments that had supposedly come to fruition.
Like every two days at 5 pm, the ground was rumbling in the small suburban block of New Haven. The denizens of the area had grown accustomed to this nuisance, and had learned to stop hanging things on walls or to avoid leaving fragile objects close to a ledge. Still, this didn’t stop the cracks in their house from expanding with every passing week.
The source of the rumbling was neither a nearby worksite nor a company fracking for gas—as reason would entice you to guess. Rather, it was the Chase’s son, Andrew. At 50-feet tall, packing in excess of 100,000 pounds of raw muscles, the teenage colossus’ runs couldn’t go unnoticed.
It was time for Adam’s and Kevin’s weekly run in Runyon Canyon. Both of them took great care and pride in keeping themselves in shape, and trail running was always a pleasant way to get some cardio done. Besides, the view of Los Angeles from the top of the trail was simply stunning.
Kevin was Adam’s manager, the latter being a debuting actor that had stared in a few B movies. Recently, no thanks to Kevin’s dedication to his job, Adam had landed a few small roles in big blockbusters, using his massive physique as a selling point.
Indeed, at over 280 pounds of raw muscles for 6’7“ he was quite a sight to behold. His well-developed physics seemed to come straight out from a comic book, and his Hungarian origins made him quite charismatic. He had everything needed for a breakthrough in Hollywood.
Will Adam become the next big thing in Hollywood? As the entertainment industry will soon discover, he will turn out to be a much bigger star than anyone could’ve expected. In every sense of the word “big”.
New chapter every week, on Monday sharp.
During an era that has now grown far too distant to be remembered, man committed an irreversible mistake. In toying with the very fundamental laws of our universe, we eventually sparked a disaster of unthinkable proportions. Thrown in a maelstrom of divine intensity, our fate left to the appreciations of unfavorable forces, we had no choices but to push further into the storm.
In doing so, we uncovered our most private desires and motivations. Now fueled by lust, we ventured deeper into the unknown, careless about the eventuality of losing ourselves in the maze of deceptions we had haphazardly crafted.
We forgot the very meaning of our mission in these foreign territories. Slowly but surely, we lost sight of our origins and ultimately of what made us what we were.
There were periods of lingering doubt. Periods of unabashed hope. Periods when emotions had to be left behind. And yet, in the end, we succeeded in our original mission; but not without incommensurable pain nor tremendous loss.
Now has come the time to learn from our past mistakes, so as to not repeat them. It is time to recount our treacherous history. It is finally time to tell the thousands tales of our actions, triumphs, and failures.
Welcome to our world,
Welcome to LAComplex’s Macro Universe.
Attila strolled through the large hallways of the world-famous Galleria dell’ Accademia, barely acknowledging the history-making artwork surrounding him. But neither did the hundreds of lucky visitors that were crowding the place: they all had eyes on the greatest objet d’art than mankind would ever produce, him.
Standing at 15 feet high, more than 3,000 pounds of raw muscles hulking out of his clothes, with a handsome face to top the whole package, his presence was unmistakable—from the rumbling of the walls with every one of his mighty steps to the potent musky smell of his sweat. People barely reached up above his knees, with for eye-level sight his packed grey-jogging. It had been sewed too large three days ago, but he was now filling it more than nicely, the obscene outline of his impossible cock quite visible along his right quad. From behind, his boulder ass popped out of the fabric of the jogging, tensing it to its limit. The 21-year-old Adonis looked downright godly, the massive Greek statues almost anemic next to him.
Series: Meaningful Deviations
Part 2: First Show
Rank: M1,28—Major Human Height: 8’5" Weight: 663 lb
They stopped the jeeps, reaching a clearing in the forest. “We are going to set up camp here for the afternoon,” ordered what looked like the commanding officer. The soldiers grabbed their weapon and started unloading a crate on the ground. Max exited the back of the vehicle, its suspension rising-up after being relieved of his nearly 700 pounds of weight. He was still wearing his tight fashion tank-top, but had replaced his jeans for some far too tight military kaki. They barely reached halfway down his calves, and his quads overstretched it so much that it looked like a skinny fit. His massive endowment was clearly bulging through—not that he minded...
T H E R U S S I A N P R O M I S E Series: Meaningful Deviations
Part 1: Initial Sighting
Rank: M1,26—Major Human Height: 8’3" Weight: 625 lb
"Ilya, are you sure we should keep him?" Boris said, glancing at the massive Max in the close-by alcove. The young newcomer was playing with the kids, showcasing his massive biceps. Even in his days of bodybuilding, Boris had never seen an arm that big: fully flexed, it easily swelled to twice the size of his head. And he knew these weren't just for show: he had seen him grab a 200 pounds guy as if he weighed nothing.
“Yeah, man, I told you, he is a boon for us!” Boris was not convinced; he looked worried, afraid of the larger-than-life guy. “I told you, he showed me, he can grow at will! As big as he wants!” His friend added, baffled by the fact Boris was not ceding. He was still gazing at the group of children and the giant having fun, the boys poking his dense muscles, trying to dent them - they were unsuccessful.
He hadn't seen him grow; only Ilya had. But seeing that he was healthy at 8'3", with the frame of a bodybuilder, was enough to convince him he was telling the truth. That wasn't what was holding him back... It was a deeper worry, something he couldn't explain. He felt this whole thing could go wrong really quickly.
“They tried shooting him previously, and it just bounced off his abs! I tell you, this man is something else!” His friend was in complete unabashed worship of Max, ready to cede to every of his requests. “Fine,” finally said Boris, as Ilya's face lighted up. “We provide him with a place to crash and some food. That's it for now until he proves we can trust him." His friend agreed, “oh, I bet you he will.”
Hey guys,
I am going to be trying something a bit different over the next week. This will be a story unfolding day by day, narrated from various points of view and in various styles. All montages involved are already done, I just have to finish the narration. I hope you will like it, although I must warn you that there are some “mysterious” elements to it, that may confuse you at first. This said, I can’t wait to see what you think of it!
Series: All Games Must Come to an End Rank: M2,21—Colossus Height: 16’7" Weight: 4,100 lb
Ryley made his way to the outdoor showering stall, crossing the length of the fifty-foot pool in a few steps. Since he had outgrown his parents’ house, barely more than a week ago, he had relocated to the garden, spending most of the swelteringly hot summer days by the swimming pool, flexing and contemplating his strapped frame with delight. He closed the wooden door of the stall with a flick of his size 57 feet. He contemplated how much bigger than the stall he was; his waist was coming up higher than the top of it. “Seems hard to get any privacy when you are a giant!” He said laughing, casually flexing his biceps. It swelled to its full glory immediately, a web of veins crawling onto its tight skin as vast amounts of blood was rushing to the huge muscle. The godly teenager moved into a full bodybuilding pose, showcasing the inhuman definition of his eight-pack. Each of his abs was larger than a standard sheet of paper, and they heaved inches away from his stomach, creating a full-blown landscape. As he adjusted his stance, it was as if they had a mind of their own; they looked lively as they moved rhythmically, forming shapes and volumes that even the most masterful artist couldn’t recreate. He moved his left hands to feel them, mesmerized by his own definition. “Man, it’s not cheese you could grate on those abs, it’s steel!”
