“One more rep,” Wayne growled. The huge, beastly teen, green muscle machine of a dragon loomed over the smaller muscled lion on the bench. The two jocks were stark naked now that the rest of the muscle geeks and the teachers had left the room. Aaron Pennington struggled to raise the bar, his auburn mane matted with sweat. The lion had never been pushed so hard in his life, not even at that expensive ‘muscle building camp’ he had attended this summer.
“I c-can’t!” the lion whimpered, knowing that if he unlocks his arms at the top, the bar was going to crash into his chest.
“Pathethic!” Wayne roared. The hulking green behemoth rips the bar out Aaron’s hands, the plates clanging roughly as he begins to curl the bar with ease. “Aw fuck, how could you ever find this weight hard, pipsqueak?” Aaron moaned as he watched the former wimp blast rep after rep with his bench weight.
How could someone so damn small become... this? He remembered like it was yesterday, the big lion and tiny dragon both juniors. The last week before finals, Aaron had stuffed the puny green twig into a locker. ‘Aw, lookit the little fag,’ the lion had chortled as he and a group of his lackeys laughed at the tiny dragon and the small, insignificant bump that was making a wet spot in his crotch. They had all laughed at him then. But gods, at football practice? Some of the dudes had noticed Aaron’s insane gains, how his mane had grown out substantially, how he had the musculature of a professional non-barbarian heavyweight bodybuilder... and he was still only a senior like the rest of them! But the bros on the offensive team had all taken to their newest and biggest member – Wayne Brewster, the ‘little fag’ they had tormented just four months prior. Gods... when his buddy TJ, a built tiger and his centre on the field sprung wood after practice, Wayne sauntered up to him and stuck his tongue deep into the feline’s mouth in front of the rest of the guys. Aaron could tell, he wasn’t the only one that wished it had been him.
Wayne took it a step further when he saw all those erections springing to attention, all because of his huge, musclebound body. “Fuck, I can’t believe I have to play on the same team as you ‘little fags,’” the huge dragon chuckled, bouncing his huge meat in his hand, even semi-erect, it was bigger than most of the rods standing at attention for him. “You runts better keep up, I will NOT be on a team full of embarrassments, am I clear?” he boomed. Gulps and meek nods were the reply. “Am I understood, Teej?” Wayne growled to the tiger, grabbing onto the cat’s huge but comparatively small cock. TJ roared and blasted a load. “Asher?” the dragon boomed to the orca, a deep sonorous wail was the reply, cum splattering over the built whale’s body. One by one, the boys of the offensive squad pledged allegiance to him.
“You made me a promise in that shower, runt,” Wayne snarled lowly. Aaron’s brow furrowed, veins in his monstrously powerful arms danced as he psyched himself up. Aaron had always fashioned himself a leader, the quarterback a natural for it. But there was a charisma to him; Wayne self-fashioning himself to a ‘natural 20’ at it, whatever the heck that meant. There was still a bit of nerd left in that drake, after all.
Aaron grabs the bar back from Wayne, the huge dragon beaming with pride, and Aaron glowed right back. He had to prove himself, had to live up to Wayne’s expectations! He snarled, “Put a 10 on each side.” Wayne snickered as he took another pair of 45s, making Aaron’s eyes almost bulge out of their sockets.
“Do it, little guy,” Wayne growled. Any other time, Aaron would’ve been too scared to try such an insane weight. Any other time, he would’ve maybe resigned himself to try it for one rep. But today, right here, right now, he was going to do it. He lowered the bar all the way down to his chest; ‘fuck cheat reps’ as the green behemoth had told him. Aaron relished as the bar dug into the middle of his thick, fully extended pecs. He loved how strong they had become. And he roared as he brought the bar up, his pecs and anterior delts burning, his triceps trembling. One. “MORE!” Wayne roared, the dragon’s huge erection popping into view as he furiously began to beat off to watching his new sycophant setting a PR... and for reps too! Three, four... seven... nine, ten... Aaron had a wild look in his eyes. MORE. He could be so much MORE. Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen! The bar came crashing down, the cat giving off a pained mewl and Wayne ripped the bar out of his hands and racked it.
Aaron had little time to recover, his pecs, shoulders and triceps all shot, he couldn’t push Wayne off of him as the dragon lifted his ass off the bench. Wayne’s huge cock, almost 13” of draconic pride, entered Aaron yet again, the lion howling in ecstasy as he felt the enormous rod prod at the lining of his innards, the head of Big Wayne’s cock mashing its way into his prostate, milking wads of pre-seed all over Aaron’s cut up 8-pack and heavy pecs. Yet, for as big as the lion was, he was so easily handled by an even larger, even stronger dragon!
The lion threw his arms down and moaned lewdly as he bounced his chest for Wayne. They were so pumped, moreso than ever before. He looked up, his gaze meeting Wayne’s, their eyes locking on one another’s. Without words, they both knew that this was just the beginning, that they were going to get bigger, better and more powerful.
And then, something unexpected happened. Aaron felt a burning all over his body. The veins that ran up and down his arms felt like they were on fire. “Graaah!” he roared, the walls shaking as he felt what was like liquid steel pour into his body. It was a fire that was lit in Wayne’s eyes as well, he knew exactly what was happening to the lion. “Keep going, breed me!” Aaron bellowed, his voice deeper. Any lesser jock, and they’d have been a supplicant to this growing lion jock god, but Wayne was something greater. Nevertheless, Wayne roughly shoved his cock into Aaron over and over, feeling how much tighter the lion was getting, his ass so much thicker than before.
Aaron cried out as a huge load was ripped out of him as Wayne angled the feline’s 12” grown cock up and pointed it towards his waiting maw, eager to lap up any growth potential that a full-fledged and finally-confirmed barbarian lion could produce. Wayne grinned, his eyes lit with glee as rope after rope of barbarian seed jettisoned up.
Finally spent, the lion groggily laid back on the bench, his massive frame sprawled on the bench. Wayne actually looked a little worried from just how much the lion had grown. Aaron groaned and brought a hand up to wipe off a glob of jizz on his chin, rubbing his hand against a dense mane. It too had grown out like the rest of him, the luscious hair framed his head like a regal crown. Gods, Wayne thought, not even some lion daddies in their 30s and 40s in those muscle pornos he watched over the summer had manes as thick and full as Aaron’s now. The lion was practically as big and as built as his buddy Pete now, and it was clear as day, that the lion was now all man!
Fuck, Wayne only outweighed the lion by about 20 pounds now! Gods, he couldn’t let the lion start to think he could usurp him, not now! He had to grow! The dragon picked up the bar and started to curl it, 90 pounds more than what he had just done earlier. He snarled, his massive arms pumping full of blood. And they kept pumping as the lion got onto his knees and took Wayne down all the way to the hilt of his almost 13”.
The door to the weight room swung open and Aaron paused in his service. Wayne had to growl for him to continue, which he did so dutifully. The dragon looked up to see who had dared to interrupt them and saw a muscular mouflon standing there, her arms crossed over her own impressive chest, pushing her giant breasts outwards.
“So, this is why Olson has my time slot for my team pushed to study hall?!” she growls, looking at the two jocks.
“Aw, c’mon, Ms. N!” Wayne snickers. “It’s for a good cause!” He looks at her rack, salivating just a little. And he noticed something, a familiar pendant. “You’re a Dracoastrian, you worship dragons, don’t you?” he added cheekily.
“We worship elder dragons,” she emphasized indignantly.
“And what do you think I am? I grew almost 200 pounds this summer, Ms. N!” Wayne booms, flexing his whole body.
“Ha, you? An elder drag—” she paused when she saw Wayne switch the bar to curl it with one hand, an intensity like no other in his eyes. His other hand shot down to grab at the back of Aaron’s head, forcing him deep on his giant tool. Low, agonizing roars emanate from the green hunk’s chest and then she saw it...
Wayne was growing, hitting a growth spurt, the shaky lifting becoming easier as the dragon’s muscles nearly burst out of his body! As he inched up slightly, his bones cracking, he didn’t even notice the wisps of smoke coming out of his nostrils and at the corners of his mouth...
But Niloufar... she saw it. It couldn’t possibly be... Wayne Brewster? The tiny wimp? An elder dragon?! She shook her head, no, it had to have been a trick of the light or something. But as she watched Wayne’s body grow just a little more, she was starting to believe that he might have something to his claim...
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