They Won't Stop

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Ryan was in his usual corner in the gym, quiet and focused as always, avoiding flaunting his body. He stood tall at 6’2”, with a perfectly defined body that most men envied. His traps and shoulders were thick and broad, giving him an imposing frame. His chest pulled every shirt taut, leaving nothing to the imagination, even when fully covered, given how much they bulged and pushed his nipples tight against the fabric. Each pec curved forward, heavy and beautiful, separated by a deep central groove where light didn’t seem to enter.

Veins adorned his biceps and upper torso without making him look freaky. Instead, his skin stretched nicely over the bulging muscles, making him look smooth and perfect. His waist was lean, emphasizing how impossibly full his upper body looked, and the shape of his chiseled abs was visible under his shirts even at rest. His lower body was equally impressive, straining his shorts around his thighs and hips and accentuating his dangerously big bulge and massive bubble butt that made everybody stare.

He’d been working his chest more intensely than ever this morning. He had already spent nearly an hour moving from incline presses to dumbbell flyes, pausing only to gulp down water as sweat rolled down his perfect body. Every rep made him feel better as his pecs burned with that delicious ache he had learned to love. His arms shook, and veins stood out as he forced one last set, willing to take his body beyond its limits.

He groaned through the reps, but the sensation was intoxicating. The burn was addictive, like fire crawling beneath his skin. He could feel his heart pounding against his ribs, and each beat echoed in the dense muscle. However, midway through his final set, something changed. A strange current moved deep in his pecs, and he knew it wasn’t the usual pump. It was heavier and deeper and made his core tremble, as his chest burned more than ever. He had pushed his body to cross a line into something bigger.

He sat up on the bench, with his chest heaving and sweat trickling down his neck. The cotton of his tank top was tight across his pecs, tighter than before. When he inhaled, the fabric stretched audibly, and a creak followed every breath. He looked down and noticed that his chest looked swollen. It was firm and round, and his nipples pressed tighter against the fabric.

“Must be the pump,” he whispered, shaking his head.

But when he stood, the shirt creaked even more under the tension as his pecs pushed forward with every heartbeat. The sensation wasn’t painful, and it spread across his chest, tingling outward from his sternum. An odd heat gathered beneath his nipples, which began to tighten and swell, and the skin stretched as they grew more sensitive.

The fabric brushed against his nipples with a teasing friction that sent a shiver down his spine. He gasped, feeling every movement of the fibers dragging over his tender flesh until the contact became almost unbearable and he couldn’t help but moan. The tank top darkened even more, then began to glisten. He blinked, realizing it wasn’t sweat, it was something else as the wetness centered around his nipples.

“What the hell…” he whispered, exposing his nipples and rubbing around them. He saw something beading at the tips, and when he flexed instinctively, more appeared.

His pecs suddenly pushed outward, swelling before his eyes, followed by a creak and a pop as the seams of his tank top began to give way. The fabric dug into his shoulders as his chest expanded with each heartbeat, and his nipples stiffened from the pressure. The pressure built to a fever pitch before the fabric finally surrendered as his pecs surged forward with unstoppable force. Ryan couldn’t help but gasp in disbelief and relief.

His eyes widened, feeling the heat radiating from his chest. The muscles expanded, and his skin stretched to handle the new mass. He could barely believe his eyes as his pecs continued thickening, getting rounder, broader, and heavier than his wildest dreams.

“Ryan!” A voice called from across the gym. It was Drew, another regular, one of the few guys who could bench close to Ryan’s numbers. He jogged over, shocked to say the least. “What the hell is happening? I mean, your… pecs… they’re—”

Ryan blushed and didn’t dare to look into Drew’s eyes. “I don’t know. I think I overdid it or something. They won’t stop—”

As if to answer, his chest flexed involuntarily and grew fuller and heavier. Ryan felt the skin tighten, stretch, and then pulse again as blood flooded into the growing muscle. His pecs now curved outward, bigger than anything he had seen, separated by a canyon that seemed to deepen with every breath. The sensation was overwhelming as heat radiated outward and pressure kept building inside until it felt like his chest was about to burst.

He groaned softly as the heavy muscle trembled and bounced with every exhale. His skin tingled and prickled, and his nipples throbbed as they grew darker and more swollen. He could barely stand the pressure, and then, it finally found its escape. More of that strange creamy fluid seeped out, trickling down each of his pecs and making him gasp in shock.

“Whoa, dude—you’re—leaking?” Drew said, half in shock, half in awe. “Is that milk?

Ryan’s breathing shortened, staring in shock as more and more milk came out of his engorged nipples. “It’s not stopping!” He said, pressing his hands to his chest, but it was like trying to contain a geyser. His fingers sank into the dense muscle, but the milk began to flow faster, drenching his abs and pants before dripping onto the floor with a soft pat.

“Man, you’re huge,” Drew said, stepping closer and marveling at the sight. “Like—record-breaking huge. And the milk production… damn!”

Ryan couldn’t help but chuckle despite his fears. “I’m not sure if it’s the kind of record I want to break. It can’t be normal. I really need to go somewhere else.”

“I think the locker room is the only place you could go to avoid an audience,” Drew said, trying to help but also eager to have Ryan’s show for himself.

They quickly went to the locker room, leaving a steady trail of milk as Ryan passed. But once inside, the growth only intensified. His chest began to quake and pulse again, and a deep internal boom accompanied each contraction, sending waves of pressure through him and making him moan. He could feel the veins under his skin pumping blood like never before as his pecs swelled larger still.

His chest rose higher, rounding out until it brushed against his chin. The skin was taut and hot to the touch. The pecs’ weight pressed heavily on his abs, and each breath caused them to wobble, moving with liquid heaviness and solid density all at once. Ryan and Drew could hear a faint slosh every time the pecs bounced, along with the heavy breathing and the sound of skin stretching like rubber. His nipples stood firm, flushed, and aching with hypersensitive tingling that made Ryan’s eyes roll.

Then he felt another surge. It began as a tremor deep inside, a vibration that grew until it rattled his ribs. He couldn’t help but arch his back, gasping and moaning as his chest flexed uncontrollably and his muscles tightened so intensely that he thought his skin would tear. He let out a guttural groan as the pressure inside him had nowhere left to go. His nipples pulsed once, twice, and then throbbed hard, shooting like a pair of geysers.

Ryan panted heavily as the milk flow grew stronger, coating his body, hitting the floor, and flooding outward in swirling pools that reflected the overhead light. Ryan gasped again, caught between shock and awe, as every muscle in his chest trembled from the immense release. The sounds of dripping, rushing, and his uneven moans of relief and disbelief echoed in the locker room as the flood poured forth, unstoppable, until it pooled around his feet.

“Dude! You’re flooding the place!” Drew exclaimed, scrambling for towels to cover Ryan’s nipples, but the milk flow was so intense that they instantly soaked through.

It felt like an eternity before the flow slowed. When it stopped, Ryan looked down and laughed breathlessly. His pecs were monumental, impossibly broad and thick, wider than his torso and rising high enough to brush his jaw. Each one pushed outward in a massive shelf, about 2 feet from his ribcage, making the central cleft between them look impossibly deep. Every motion made the muscle shift and roll, and their weight made him automatically draw his shoulders back to support their mass as he could feel the drag of gravity on them.

Drew let out a low whistle and reached out hesitantly, as if uncertain that those enormous pecs were real. When his fingers met the surface, they sank slightly into the dense muscle, feeling the heat and a faint vibration against his hand. “Damn—they’re… real,” he whispered, passionately kneading the mass.

Ryan moaned and laughed breathlessly, blushing and looking at his own immense chest. The sensation of Drew’s touch sent a shiver down his spine, and a small trickle of milk formed again, slipping free from one nipple and running down the skin. Ryan groaned softly, covering his face for a second before laughing. “Yeah,” he said. “They’re definitely real. I should’ve skipped chest day,” he joked weakly.

Drew, still speechless, finally laughed. “Skip it? Dude! You look fantastic! Look at you! You’re gonna need a milking machine! You flooded the whole room with milk.”

Ryan groaned under his breath, half embarrassed and half amazed, as the milk flow started thickening again. “Oh, come on! Try not sounding so excited,” he said, cupping his massive pecs and making more milk come out. “Ugh! I can’t make it stop.”

Drew chuckled, shaking his head and instinctively leaning in to lock his lips around Ryan’s nipple and suck hard on the engorged nipple. He moaned as the rich milk flooded his mouth, rolling his eyes and swallowing eagerly. “Fuck! Man, if you bottled this stuff, every guy in this gym would line up to buy it. You’d make a killing,” he said, going back to suckling as Ryan could barely contain his moans.

Ryan’s eyes rolled in delight, but didn’t move, and he didn’t ask Drew to stop. “You can’t be serious,” he said, breathing heavily as his friend suckled eagerly.

“Oh, I’m dead serious,” Drew said, grinning wide as he came up to catch his breath. “But I prefer it free of charge, straight from the tap.”

Ryan smirked as his breathing shortened, overly stimulated by Drew’s lips. “Man, this is insane. I can’t believe this actually happened. You think… people would actually buy it?”

Drew’s grin widened. “Oh, they’d fight for it! Man, it’s freaking delicious” he added, still drinking from Ryan’s overflowing pecs.

The free nipple kept shooting milk like a geyser, so the white pool around them expanded as Drew kept sucking and swallowing like his life depended on it. Ryan couldn’t do much to stop him, and didn’t want him to stop, so he closed his eyes and let Drew suck and swallow as a smirk spread on his lips at the idea of selling the rich milk.