Only for Fans Part 02 'Dean Michels'

Mike stared at his screen unsure what he had just done. Everything around him was going so fast and he knew almost none of it. And then it looked like another user had joined in. His emotions were mixed between the joy of having so many people fawning over him and fear that he might still be found out. ‘Four people’s not a lot…’ he thought to himself. 

A chime came from his computer and he felt his body lean forward and arms flex in front of his chest, showing off his shoulders and the upper part of his pecs. His body seemed to swing back and forth allowing more of his body to be seen. There was quite a bit of fat on his arms, making them far bigger and rounder than the muscle underneath indicated. That didn’t mean he wasn’t strong, just not as cut as the guys in the magazines. 

“You like that?” Mike growled into the camera. The discomfort was starting to go away as he saw more hearts in the chat.

‘Oh yeah daddy! Show me some more!’

Another chime from his computer and Mike felt his body start flexing again. It was a different pose this time, but his body seemed to know how to best show off for the webcam he was using. Even though it was just a cheap one he bought with the computer, the video playing back to him was so clear he could almost see each individual hair on his body. 

‘That’s it! Age and beauty!’

“You like that?” Mike growled. He saw the bar indicating his ‘coach personality’ coming out more was almost completely full. It only seemed to add to his growing confidence.

‘Very sexy!’

‘Fuck yeah man! Let’s get some muscle on there too!’

A second bar showed up. It filled up a few times before stopping again and stopped about midway through the 4th time it was going through. Mike instantly felt the changes to his body as his heart started beating faster. Blood flowed through his system as his muscles started pumping themselves up. Quickly they grew to their new size. “Woah… What the..?”

‘Stats?’

“6’1” 214 pounds,” Mike felt his mind go blank and then answer the question immediately. On a conscious level it didn’t sound right. His weight usually fluctuated between 206 and 210. But on a subconscious one, he knew it was accurate. The way the number just filled his head, he couldn’t think about it being anything else.

‘Ooooooo! What a big boy!’

‘Fuck yeah! But he should be in super heavy weight to be a real coach. Help me out guys!’

That second bar started filling up over and over again. Mike watched it go another five times before finally stopping again. That same feeling filled his body as his muscles started to stimulate and grow again. He gripped the desk in front of him as they got bigger. His biceps were rounder and he could feel his pecs pushing harder against the singlet. 

‘That’s it! That’s fucking it! Put me down on the fuckin mat coach!’

‘Quite the change~~’

‘Yeah… He looks so much bigger…’

‘Grower or shower?’

“Grower,” Mike felt himself admit. A ding from his computer and he was standing up moving the chair out of the way flexing again. His quads filled the bottom of the singlet and a bit of a diamond was appearing on his calves. Then blood started flooding into his dick. It snaked down his leg, with a clear bulge on the singlet. Once the other command was over he tried to cover himself up.

‘Stats?’

“Three inches soft. Six inches hard,” Mike answered. “I mean…”

‘Don’t be embarrassed.’

‘There’s no way such an amazing guy could have something so average. We need to fix that.’

Two new bars appeared on the screen. One for his dick size and the other for his height. “Now wait a second…” but they both started filling up instantly, spinning around back to zero and filling up again. “Oh God… What--” Mike was cut off as he felt the growth all the way down in his bones. They were stretching longer to match the new height he was forced into.

It was the same with his dick as it slid further down his leg. The leggings of the singlet still covered it up, but the bulge was all the more evident as it snaked down his leg. Mike had to spread his legs further apart as his balls dropped even further, making another prominent bulge in between his legs. Just glancing at the camera he could see the massive member that was there.

‘Stats?’

“6’4”. 220 pounds. 3 inches soft. 9 inches hard,” Mike stated the numbers rather clinically but when he came to he had a bit different demeanor. “Awe man boys, you all did this fer me? Didn’t expect it all from ya, but don’t think I’ll go any easier on you fer it.”

A few more people had showed up to the livestream and several more bars appeared on the screen. He could see the number going up as well as a few of the bars. What surprised him was his confidence in the scene. But looking at the bar that said he’d speak more like a coach, made him realize why. At school he’d never let any of the students see him uncomfortable. 

“Alright boys. Tell me what you wanna see. I don’t need no pussies on my mat. Got it?” Mike leaned more into the character he was being compelled to play. Even though being a porn star was completely foreign to him, he at least knew how to be a coach.

‘Very sexy~~’

‘So big. 0.0’

‘Yeah! Make him fucking bigger!’

‘You’ve got good taste XD’

The bars on the screen started going up again as a few more people entered the chat room. Mike could feel his muscles ballooning as more and more muscle weight was added to his body. But then another bar for his body fat percentage appeared as well. With each additional goal met he would lose a percentage of that as well.

His body was growing so much that the wrestling singlet was getting too tight. He could feel his pecs filling more and more of the space in front of him, while stretching the two straps at top. And even though he was losing all of his body fat, with the added muscle weight was stretching out the bottom. Even through the fabric he could see the outline of six firm dough shaped rolls instead of the one large loaf. 

“That’s it boys. You want me to put your bitch ass head in a headlock? You wanna feel this bicep pinning you down against the ground? Fuck yeah you do! Coach Michels will make you regret ever trying to cross him.” Mike flexed his arm for the camera. The 16 inches was quickly turning to 17 and based off how rapidly that bar was still filling up after each goal was accomplished it wasn’t about to stop.

‘So sexy!!!’

‘Would you do it to my bullies?’

“Absol-fucking-lutely! Coach Michels wouldn’t let any of his students be picked on by the athletes!” Mike flexed again and saw another bar quickly rise and complete itself. He didn’t care what it was, but figured if people were donating that meant they were happy. “I’d put them down on the mat hard. You think any of them could take a guy like me?”

‘No!’ was repeated in the chat numerous times. Mike felt himself swell with a bit of pride hearing the compliment. His hand naturally pawed at his crotch. Even though he’d been hard, he wasn't really horny. But that was starting to change. He could feel a bit of a drip at the end of his dick, wetting the front of his singlet. That wasn’t going to stop him.

“That’s fuckin right! I don’t take shit from anybody. You think any guy could take me?”

‘No!’ the chat resounded again. Several of the bars filled up again and another new one appeared. Mike could feel his muscles start growing again. Every bit of him felt so much stronger. His body was fuller. More defined and cut than it had ever been. His dick leaked even more, making the stain far more visible. He swiped at it again, feeling a surge of pleasure run through his body.

“That’s fuckin right! Send the biggest baddest guy you know and I’ll fuck him hard!” Mike shouted. A bit of clarity came over him as he said the sentence. It wasn’t too far from what he’d normally say, but it felt so different. That and the throb of his cock as he tried to picture someone close to his size being forced to the ground. “Oh fuck yea…” his body moaned at the pleasure.

Every sensor in his body seemed to be going off as he felt his body reacting to the new thought. And with his muscles still growing he was having more and more trouble picturing someone his size. It didn’t help that the singlet that he was wearing felt so tight. The stretchy material was starting to reach their limits. Feeling it tighten even more against his skin as he flexed and flaunted his strength only sent another powerful throb from his dick to the rest of his body.

The fact that the singlet no longer fit was just another indication of how big and strong he was. Probably one of the biggest and the strongest. A small rip between his chest started to form. “Oh fuck yeah!” he used his bear sized hands to grip the fabric and then give it a mighty pull and the fabric was gone.

Mike felt the cool air of his room against his furry muscles. A hand instantly went to his dick while the other ran through the forest of hair covering his abs and chest. He’d grip the powerful muscle and moan at the sensation. His other hand gripped his cock and massaged it. It didn’t matter that his hands were nearly gorilla sized, they could still barely handle the massive rod of a dick between his legs.

His moans grew louder and less controlled as primal sensations overtook him. He couldn’t think about anything other than pleasing himself. It didn’t matter if the neighbors could hear his loud grunts and groans. He was far too into it. Far too into the fantasy of taking down some asshole, shoving him to the ground and fucking his sweet ass. 

“Oh fuck yeah!” Mike’s hips thrust back and forth several times as he felt the sweet release. His cock bounded all over the place letting his mess hit random places in his room. “Oh fuck yea…” he had a bit less of a thrust as he felt his body come down from the excessive high. Slowly his mind started to be able to form thoughts again and he realized he was currently naked in his bedroom with twenty-three people watching him from the live stream.

The words, ‘stream over’ flashed on the screen but he could still see his massive naked torso on the screen. 

‘Again?’ was the sentiment that reflected a lot of the chat. They posted different emojis and faces asking for more. 

Mike’s head tilted to the side. He hadn’t expected to be so popular. “Sure. Why not?” he threw up a flex for good measure and logged off.