I’m addicted and I just can’t stop.
It started off with just a taste. And then I was hooked.
I
was living with an aunt of mine. Parents were dead. I discovered when I
turned 17 that my heritage was not what I thought it was. My father
wasn’t dead. He was just missing. Oh, and a GOD. As in a Greek god, and
he was immortal.
You can imagine my shock, but the proof was already in the pudding.
I
learned by my senior year of high school I had an ability. I could take
from other men. I could take what they had. It started off with
abilities. I really needed to pass a math test. I reached out and it was
like I could see inside my tutor’s mind. He failed his test. I got an
A.
I couldn’t believe how much I understood math. I was
seeing the world in a whole new way. I began to, there’s no other word
for it, see the attributes of others. I could sense their attributes.
And I began to sense I was some kind of demigod. That I was going to
rise and rise. So I took. A little bit here and a little bit there. I
took a half inch from a guy I didn’t know that well but didn’t like
much. I couldn’t believe it worked!
After that...I started
stealing athletic ability. I became great at every sport. Several boys
at school started to really suck at their team positions after working
years to perfect their athletic goals. And I had them. I could dunk a
basketball and hit a baseball. I could wrestle and run with a football. I
had strategies in my head. I could outmaneuver most of the other boys.
But I needed...a boost.
So I stole about ten pounds worth of
muscle. I did it over a few weeks, and if anyone asked I said I had
joined a gym. I hadn’t. I didn’t need a gym. I was a demigod, after all.
I stole a pound from each male classmate. I began to really feel
pumped. I woke up feeling better and better every day.
I started to skyrocket in popularity with my classmates, and especially the girls.
But,
being a greedy little demigod, I wanted more. And being a closeted gay
kid, I wanted to take and take and take everything I could.
I
chose the man I wanted to be like. My coach. He was so beautiful. A
paragon of manhood. I stole a few years from him. I thought he wouldn’t
mind. I shot up in height and overnight I had a five o’ clock shadow. I
still had a bit of a baby face. Girls were swooning. Guys were jealous.
My
coach was so big and muscular and a perfect daddy. I wanted to look
more like him. I stole a few pounds of muscle at first. Just enough to
feel like a part of him was now inside me. It felt amazing. Better than
anyone else I’d taken muscle from before.
I wanted more.
I
stole five pounds one day. He definitely noticed. He felt fatigued by
it. I felt like a million bucks. He was disoriented. I felt like
climbing a mountain.
The next weekend I took five years from
him. I couldn’t help it. I just took one year and another. I was looking
in the mirror at my 23 year old self. I looked gorgeous. Brilliant. I
looked like a MAN. I concentrated on him. I took more muscle. I took
five more pounds.
Over the next few weeks, I was all anyone
was talking about. I was growing a beard and I was becoming HUGE. I had
gained 20 pounds of muscle I felt like I was becoming the man I was
supposed to. Everyone told me I was looking like a fucking STUD.
Coach
was distracted. He was also losing his gray hair. He looked like he had
a fraction of the gray he used to. He was 7 years younger, after all.
He was excited to see me but I could tell the weight loss was perplexing
him. I overheard him calling a doctor’s office when I passed by his
office.
So I decided to confess to him what I’d done.
I
went to his house and asked to come inside. I told him I knew he’d lost
a lot of weight that he couldn’t explain and that I was responsible. I
told him about my powers.
He didn’t necessarily believe me
until I stole 20 pounds right there in front of him. It was orgasmic. I
tore off my clothes and flexed my muscles, which were becoming engorged.
He watched as I siphoned off the muscle directly into my body and his
arms shrank. His legs contracted. I roared right there in his living
room and took five inches of height from him. I was now taller than him.
Like a god should be.
He was freaking out. So I told him not to worry. I was going to take good care of him...
I told him about my plan. I told him it would work just fine if he did as I told him to do. He didn’t have much of a choice.
Before school started the next day, I took everything from him. I took 30 years from him. And all his muscle. He cried and I screamed in glory. I took so much muscle I thought I was going to explode! I roared and roared, drenched with sweat. He looked at me, the 17 year old version of himself, brimming with tears. I had taken too much. He was now a skinny twig of a boy at only 95 pounds sopping wet. I smiled and flexed my new body in front of him.
Now I truly looked like a GOD. I LIKED being older. I liked having a graying beard. It's not like I couldn't just be young again by giving my years away whenever I wanted to.
As it turns out, he was definitely
into older men. I took his asshole that day. I lost my virginity as an
older muscle daddy GOD. I held his slight, wiry body up in the air and
fucked him mid-air with my now engorged 9 inch dick. My dick had been 4
inches and that was unacceptable. So I took 5 inches from his former 7
incher. I’d left him with practically a nub at 2 inches and reveled in
how big I now was).
The last thing I took was his facial
features. I swapped faces with him, only now my face adorned his
pathetic and meager frame. And I was now way more buff than he had been.
All the students the next day commented on how fucking
ripped I was getting. Luckily Coach had been covered up for weeks with
long sleeved shirts. And I wanted to show off how fucking huge I was. I
had my former self transfer to another school and began my new buff
life.
The good news was I loved my new life as a gym coach
and I enjoyed fucking the kid version of the Coach. He was really
getting into being fucked by a Daddy. Everything was as it should be.
Only...the thing is...
I still want more.
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