John's head was swimming with the possibilities of the ring and his new abilities. He felt so much power in his new body, but he wanted more. And he wanted an audience.
He put his hand under Becca's chin and tilted her head back. His foot long penis made a popping sound when it came out of her mouth. "Babe," he said, "do you love my muscles?" He tensed his chest and arms for effect.
Becca shot John a devilish grin. "Oh baby, they're so sexy and big." She cupped her right breast with her hand and John could see her thimble sized nipple poking through the thin fabric of her shirt.
"Do you want to see them get even bigger?"
Now Becca moaned imagining John with an even larger physique. "You know it. I've loved watching the gains you've made this past year. I can't wait to see how big you'll get in the next few months."
"No, I mean right now. Do you want to see me grow right before your eyes?"
Becca looked slightly confused but also intrigued. "Yeah, baby. Pump them up for me."
"Ring," John thought, "I want you to add 150 pounds of muscle to my body over the next 30 seconds."
"Done," the ring spoke back in his head. For a split second John thought the voice sounded different somehow, annoyed, perhaps, or bored. Before he could consider what this meant his body began expanding at 5 pounds a second.
John grabbed his underwear with one hand and pulled it off in an effortless tug. Then he curled his arms in and flexed his upper body with all his might. His body swelled and veins rose to the surface beneath his skin. Becca oooh-ed and ahhh-ed but then fell silent when his muscles didn't recede when he relaxed them. Then John flexed again and his muscles bulged even larger. He repeated this again and again. His body quickly expanded larger any human in history. Muscle stacked on top of muscle. John growled like a wild animal and squeezed out another muscle swelling flex. Becca backed up a bit, afraid of John but also very turned on.
John smiled and moved forward so that he was towering over Becca, filling her view with his body. "What's wrong? You're not afraid, are you? You said you wanted my muscles to get bigger. Don't you like what you see?" John's growth was ending, but there was just enough left that when he raised and flexed his arms they hardened then expanded by 5 final inches. His guns were now 38 inches around and brimming with power.
"How is this possible?" Becca asked.
"It's possible because I'm practically a god." John said. "Now it's time to live the life a god deserves." He looked to the dingy gold band on his finger and made his commands. "Ring, I want you to alter the past again so that this is my true size. I also want to be rich and live in a mansion by the beach."
John felt light headed as the world around him shifted and changed. Suddenly he was blinded by bright white light and when his vision cleared he saw he was sitting in a large lounge chair much like a sofa upholstered in maroon colored silk. His seat was under a large canopy and next to an enormous pool that shimmered in the sunlight. There were bushes and trees surrounding the pool grounds and the edge of the water was lined, every 20 feet or so, with 12 tall foot marble statues of Greek gods. John noticed that these representations were extremely muscular and looked to be modeled after bodybuilders; even the women were sculpted to look quite buff. At the near end of the pool, overseeing them all was a 18 foot tall statue of Zeus except John recognized his own face at the statue's head. The statue's physique was in proportion to his own and the musculature was far larger than any of the others.
John halfway noticed that off to his left and up a hill was a massive three story mansion, but what had really captured his interest was the fact that he was not alone by the pool. He was surrounded by two dozen or so gorgeous women. His apparent harem was composed of girls of all shapes and sizes as long as those shapes and sizes were buff, busty, or both. Many of the ladies were splashing around in the pool while others were either lounging in chairs similar to John's or hanging out by a small poolside bar. John grinned when he saw that even the bartender was female and equipped with cantaloupe sized breasts which were packed into a tiny blue bikini top.
Everywhere John's eyes went he saw women of unparalleled beauty with measurements he'd only ever dreamed of. Hardbodies and busty beauties abound. And he was the king of them all. He scanned the crowd and noticed that several girls were glancing his direction while others were out and out staring at him. He met the eyes of a redhead on the far side of the pool who winked and blew him a kiss.
John continued to take in the sights and spotted a tall girl with cropped platinum blonde hair sitting at the edge of the pool with her legs dangling in the water. She was sipping a large drink and taking to another girl who was in the pool up to her shoulders which were broad and muscular. John could only see the side of the blonde's face and her back, but even from behind he could tell she had some of the largest breasts he had ever seen. He wanted to call her over but didn't know her name and he didn't think yelling "hey you" was a great option. Then he remembered the ring.
"Ring," he thought, "I want to know everything about all of these women. Can you do that?"
"Of course," the ring responded. This time John was sure he detected more than just a hint of annoyance. He was about to ask the ring about it when his head was flooded with information and memories of each of the women in and around the pool. He had received exactly what he had asked for: he knew EVERYTHING about these women; from the literal facts of their lives and bodies to the esoteric beliefs and ideas they each held. He could see their whole lives, every moment of every dat, laid out in front of him in greater clarity than his own.
The girl John had been eyeing was named Alyssa. She was the youngest of four girls was quite tomboyish in grade school. She had been mocked by her sisters who were each quite girly and interested in boys. Things changed for Alyssa in junior high when her body rocketed through puberty. As her body developed she became extremely shy and self conscious, not used to the stares and attention she was now receiving, but she soon got used to it and put her sisters in their places by stealing the attention they had been used to. By the time she entered high school she was 5 feet 6 inches tall and wore an E cup bra. And she still continued to grow up and out. Her body didn't stop until she was 5' 9" with a G cup chest she now proudly displayed in a tiny black bikini top. John saw everything: the mocking voices of her sisters when she was young, the jealous looks and fights when she developed, he even saw her purchasing the swimsuit she currently wore which she picked out specifically to impress him. He knew that she lusted for his muscular body but played it cool so as not to look like she was crazy. Her favorite feature of his was his chest which she wanted to squeeze, lick, and bite all day and anytime he flexed his pecs Alyssa felt weak in the knees.
The girl Alyssa was talking to was named Rebeka (he even knew about the abnormal spelling) and John knew every inch of her body despite it being hidden beneath the surface of the water. Rebeka was a fitness competitor who aspired to be a bodybuilder. Now only 19 she was gearing up to enter her first muscle show and had been working hard to pack on slabs of sinew. She'd been fairly successful, too, though her only failing was her love of her own legs. She loved working her legs more than any other body part, and they responded exceptionally well to her workouts. At 5 feet 4 inches she wasn't incredibly tall, nor her limbs all that long, but her thighs were surprisingly thick and her calves starkly defined. Her legs were so developed, in fact, they looked out of place when compared with the rest of her body and she had spent the last few months trying to build her arms, shoulders, chest, and back up to match her spectacular pins. John thumbed through Rebeka's memories like he would scan a magazine. He happened upon one from nearly a year ago that made him chuckle: Rebeka in her bed masturbating to pictures of him.
John felt a lot like Hugh Hefner looking over his bevy of bunnies, though it was obvious that these girls were tailored to his specific tastes: soft curves and fit bodies. John's giant penis was hungry and he knew which girl he was going to feed to it first.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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