Majin Buu’s domination over Vegito’s body has finally been cemented, but his plans for the helpless saiyan have only just begun. As the evil Majin awakens his monstrously muscular pet, a new dawn rises, and a new future full of wicked possibilities begin to fill Buu’s nefarious mind.

What uses will the villain find for our hero’s musclebound body? How long will Vegito allow this? Is there even anything he can do to stop it?

Find out now, after the break!

Chapter 6: The Bigger They Are…

Vegito knew there was little he could do however. If only this were a simple case of morning wood it would have been taken care of easily, but considering its cause and his current state, all the saiyan could do was wait for his new master to allow him release…

“I think you’ve slept long enough, you lazy oaf!” Buu sneered, rippling Vegito’s pecs and abs like a title wave of muscle, “After all, there’s so many delicious things I want to do to you!” The voice deep within Vegito said, the majin surging more of himself into the fusion’s already bloated length, making it pound even harder, “And I can tell you’re already so eager to begin…”

Vegito grunted as he felt Buu filling his cock and balls once more. After his first orgasm, the villainous ooze had kept his promise to milk the saiyan for all he was worth. Again and again, the once powerful and mighty warrior was forced to cum on the monster’s every whim, over and over until his crotch burned with agony as well as lust. Even after the brief respite Majin Buu had allowed him, Vegito’s blue pants were still absolutely soaked with his spunk, the cloth dripping wet after the gallons of seed the warrior had been forced to spill. The air around him positively reeked with his masculinity, the overpowering scent of sweat and musk from the helpless beefcake clinging so tightly to his body at this point that he’d need to shower for a week just to wash it off.

“I have nothing to say to you Buu…” Vegito huffed, clenching his teeth as he felt his sore cock and balls pulse harder, “Just get it over with!”

Buu laughed wickedly, the saiyan’s bowling ball sized testes bouncing agonizingly with every word, “Not if you’re going to talk to me like that, you disgusting ape!” He said, Vegito grunting sharply as Buu began to flow in and out of his loins sensuously, the surging movements creating a stroking sensation that only caused the saiyan’s already intense arousal to soar even more unbearably high, and yet Vegito was still unable to cum, the majin inside his body carefully pushing the male to the very edge of orgasm and keeping him there, “You’re mine now after all! So treat your master with the respect he deserves, pet…”

“You’re absolutely pathetic Buu…” Vegito growled, wincing as he was overcome by yearning, “The only reason you were able to beat me like this is because you couldn’t win in a fair fight, and you know it!”

A ripple surged through the warrior as Buu tensed inside of him, and Vegito couldn’t help but grin, knowing that his words had hit their mark, “You have a lot of nerve saying that, you pig…” Buu said, no glee or boastfulness in his voice now, “But whether that’s true or not, I’ve won, I’M the one on top! Now it’s time to remind you just who this body belongs to…”

Vegito clenched his teeth as he felt Buu flowing through him again, his eyes wide as he suddenly realized what was going on. Teeth weren’t the only things Vegito was clenching though as the saiyan’s mammoth glutes suddenly bounced and tensed, the warrior shouting in surprise and pain. A heavy moan escaped the saiyan’s lips as he felt as though he were being penetrated.

Another cackle erupted from Buu now, shaking the saiyan’s pecs as he cried out, the hulking hero being overwhelmed by the sensation of being taken from behind. And yet there was nobody there, the majin had not somehow snuck out of and behind the saiyan: The whole thing was being simulated by Buu from within his body, “How does it feel Vegito! Ahahah… Just like the real thing, I’d imagine, though something tells me you’ve never been through something quite like this…”

The hero only gritted his teeth further, heavy breaths heaving through them as his white gloved fingers dug into the rocky earth below him, staining them with dirt.

“No, definitely not! Too tense, too arrogant to be the bottom… I doubt you’ve even been with another man!” Buu laughed, Vegito gasping as he felt the sensation lessoning, as though the thing filling him were being removed, before it was suddenly and roughly thrusted back in, causing him to moan sharply, “Lucky for you, I have such absolute control of every inch of your body, hehehe… now let’s see just how many more inches you can take!”

As he said these words, Vegito let out another shout of pain and pleasure as suddenly he felt the sensation growing more intense, as though the thing inside him were growing wider, thicker. The saiyan dragged his fingers through the dry earth, thrusting his bloated, heaving pecs high into the air as he moaned and gasped, the now gigantic bulge in his pants pulsing harder and harder and still unable to reach release thanks to Majin Buu.

“That’s right beefcake! Not so tough now are you… Ahahah… I can stop, even let you cum… but…”

“What…” Vegito panted, his entire, swollen body shivering, “You want to make me fucking beg again..?”

Buu laughed, the saiyan feeling slight relief in between his rumpcheeks as Buu shifted inside, “Oh no… heheh… I want you to submit to me, to name me your better… I want you to call me master…”

“Of course…” the saiyan hero growled, wincing as he shook his head, “No. No, I won’t sink so… AGGHH!”

Vegito let out a roar of a scream as he felt the penetrating force return tenfold now. Before it only felt as though the fighter were being fucked from behind, but now whatever movements Buu’s liquified body was making inside of him, it felt more as though the musclebound beefcake of a saiyan was being fisted between his titanic glutes. Even worse, more of Buu’s slime began to force its was into Vegito’s cock and balls, forcing them to swell ever more painfully huge.

“I asked to politely monkey boy… now I’ll ask again!” Buu laughed past the saiyan’s pained yells, only intensifying his attentions at both ends while flowing throughout the hero’s engorged body, forcing his veins to bulge even more and his muscles to ripple and tremble from Majin Buu’s sensual movements, “Beg! Beg your master to let you release!”

Vegito ground his teeth and tried to ignore the pain, but it was absolutely no use. The agony was unending and unrelenting, and finally after what seemed like an eternity, the saiyan’s throat sore from shouting with his arousal, his clothes and the canyons between his hideously swollen muscles drenched and filled with pungent sweat, his colossal pectorals thrusting into the air with every tremendous breath, Vegito cried out, “Please master! …please… hufff… hnnngh… make me release!”

In that instant, the saiyan’s entire body once more tensed. Gloved fingers dug even further into the dirt beneath him, beefy hips thrusted hard into the air, and a shout of pure blissful climax tore free from Vegito’s lungs.

At the same time, from a place buried deep inside of the rippling sea of bulging muscle that was the fighter’s abdomen, another roar was let loose by Buu, almost perfectly in sync with the engorged fusion’s as the Majin indulged himself in his host’s pleasure once more. Even as he piggybacked on Vegito’s orgasm, Buu’s mind wracked with bliss as well, he made sure to flow throughout the saiyan’s hulking body with careful precision. As Vegito came, Majin Buu was sure to not only simulate the sensation of his length penetrating another through intercourse, but perfectly stimulate his body so that he felt as though he were being entered as well, not to mention the feeling of hundreds of hands rubbing, squeezing, and groping across the vast curve of nearly ever bloated muscle on the hero’s gigantic body. The sensations Buu forced upon the saiyan now were nearly indistinguishable from reality, but with the hero’s swollen body made extra sensitive, his orgasm felt far beyond even the numerous ones he had been made to feel earlier that day. Vegito’s mind was flooded with blinding pleasure with every single pump of his towering cock, every thrust of his hips as his thick, hot seed shot forth from his bulging length like cannon fire, the cum blasting through the bulge of his blue pants, straight past the fabric and into the air.

After his climax had finally ended, the saiyan simply laid against the rocky earth just had he did after all of the other orgasms he had been made to endure. Every last inch of him screamed with sore torment now, especially his still swollen but thankfully limp loins. Much to Vegito’s relief however, said loins remained limp, Buu instead choosing to push his heavy body up with his clumsily massive arms, then making the behemoth of a saiyan hover up into the air, sweat and seed dripping from his soaked and stretched gi onto the ground, staining it dark where the drops fell.

“Had enough yet, Super Vegito?” Buu sneered from inside the hero’s pectorals, making them wobble viciously as they heaved with every painfully strained, exhausted breath Vegito drew, “Are you regretting ever having let your guard down yet? Regretting how you mocked and humiliated the mighty Majin Buu? Oh I bet you are, but we aren’t through yet! Not by a long shot…”

Vegito groaned as he continued to catch his breath, his cheeks still burning red from exertion and shame, the male saiyan absolutely reeking of sex and sweat, “What else… huff… huurgh… could you possibly do to me you sick freak..?” Vegito growled.

Buu laughed from within the hero’s back muscles, “That’s exactly what I’m trying to figure out!” He crowed and he oozed into Vegito’s stomach, making his abs bulge and quake, “Maybe I’ll take a trip to the bakery… it’s been a while since I’ve had a snack! Now that your pathetic planet’s population has almost entirely been eradicated, there must be plenty of sweets left over, perhaps even enough to leave me satisfied for a while! And the best part is I can eat as much as I want and not even gain a pound!” Buu cackled, “You one the other hand might round out a bit more once I start making you stuff your face… hope you don’t mind going from a bloated musclehead to a flabby fatass!”

Buu’s voice began to travel once more, Vegito cringing wearily as he felt the liquefied villain flowing into his right arm, forcing it to swell before he lifted it up high and flexed hart, making the already monstrous bicep bloat even further, the incredibly sore muscle burning with pain and forcing the hero to clench his teeth as the veins bulged and throbbed across its trembling surface, “Or maybe I’ll just harness all of that devastating power you have! Even with your body all bulky and slow now, I’m sure you could level a few cities, maybe even crack the planet in two! Hehehe, if only you had any friends left Vegito! We could destroy them together… Oh well, I’m sure there are survivors out there somewhere! I couldn’t have killed everyone… Hmmmm…”

Now Vegito’s buttocks rippled and bounced with Majin Buu’s voice, the muscular glutes swelling and wobbling beneath the saiyan’s blue pants, “Maybe if we find some we can put this freakshow of a body to even better use! I’m sure there are plenty of women out there that would just love to ride a stud like you… heheheh…” Buu’s voice dripped with lust now as Vegito’s sore body once more filled with arousal, “Just think of it Vegito! Breeding our way across the Earth, no, across the galaxy! Spreading our seed from planet to planet, an entire universe of mates to choose from… An army of warriors created from the most powerful fighters ever to exist! A lifetime of conquest and hedonism, how delightfully appealing…” Buu laughed, the saiyan’s entire body rippling now as panic began to set in across his body once more.

Vegito took several deep breaths, trying to calm himself as Buu continued to laugh and bulge the saiyan’s inflated muscles, all while bragging about what he’d forced the helpless hero to do next. Finally after he had regained his composure Vegito merely grunted out one word, “No.”

“Hah! You dumb musclehead, like you have a choice!” Buu growled from the saiyan’s abs, the joy in his voice stifled a bit, “Go on you bulky gorilla, why don’t you tell me how you’re going to stop me!”

“I don’t know…” The hero growled, sparks racing around his swollen muscles as he once more tried to summon his chi, “But this has gone far enough! Go ahead and make me look like a freak, do whatever you want to my body, but I won’t let you hurt anybody else!” The fighter said, clenching his fists together, fighting Buu’s will to do so as he let out a roar of defiance.

“You fool! You know that won’t work!” Buu raged as he began to leech off of Vegito’s ki energy once more, “I’ll just feed off of all that energy, add it to my own! You’re just making me stronger beefcake! Giving me more control and more strength to stretch you from within!”

As if on cue, the already colossal saiyan’s muscles began to swell even further, the tears in his top and pants ripping wider and wider, threads stretching across exposed flesh as Vegito’s body started growing once more.

“It’s all I have left…” The Z fighter growled, his voice already deeper as his pecs ballooned against his tightening shirt, thick nipples bulging against the strained and torn fabric, “And if I go too far, then so be it! If I can’t have my body Majin Buu, then neither can you!”

Here’s some more big Vegito for you all! Looks like this buff stud just can’t stop himself from growing.~ This is why you don’t drink evil Majins in the middle of a fight! Your clothes will definitely pay the price if you do…

There’s two more alternate versions after the page break! The first is one without the clothes completely, the second an extremely NSFW version featuring my first lame attempt at drawing nudity! Hope you all enjoy.~

Mike Thurston, the Muscle Bull

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There was no denying that Mike Thurston was top dog at the gym he worked out at. Besides the gym giving him special access to all facilities for free thanks to all the promotion, he had an alpha air around him that told people that he was not to be messed with. Unfortunately, this went to Mike’s head, and while his cocky personality didn’t change, he knew that he could afford to get away with more and more shit at the gym. “You’re such a fuckin’ pansy,” he commonly told male gym goers when they picked up the lighter free weights from the lower racks. “My grandmother could bench press more than you, nerd,” whenever someone didn’t put any weights on the bench press bar, and so on. 

And Mike wasn’t just demeaning to the weak people in his gym. It was no secret that he hated gay people, especially those Instagram sluts who loved to show off their bodies. While a strong case could be made that Mike was just another one of those guys as well, there was no denying that the f-slur was dropped at least once a day, and usually more. Mike used his privilege at the gym so that no one else was in the locker room, shower, or sauna at the same time at him, as he didn’t want to give any gay guys the pleasure of seeing his nude body. And while he mostly kept these complaints to himself, some of his friends knew how much he hated women and those with disabilities working out at his gym too. 

One of those friends was Jimmy. Despite being straight and a bodybuilder himself, he wasn’t as “alpha” as Mike and the other guys in his friend group were. Even he didn’t mind a little bit of gay bashing, but when Mike started talking about those other groups, he knew that he had to do something. No one ever disagreed with Mike, even though his friend group could easily take him in a fair fight. However, it would probably be the whole friend group against Jimmy if he decided to speak up, so he looked for different options. Surprisingly, there were a whole lot of different options for humiliation and revenge once he got on the dark web. 

Funnily enough, he found exactly what he was looking for through an ad. This company, Muscle Bulls, was looking for models/employees. They had to be insanely muscular, even bigger than someone like Nick Walker, and they had to be dumber than a bag of rocks. While they of course accepted applicants who did fit their criteria, they got most of their models through a curse that they supplied, for an additional cost. Jimmy knew just how fuckin’ humiliating it would be for Mike, and so he bought it. 

The curse was thankfully in English and all Jimmy needed to do was read it while holding something of Mike’s. It could be something as simple as his water bottle with some of his hand sweat on it. Mike admittedly did look at Jimmy weird as he was muttering something to himself while grabbing Mike’s drink. He brushed it off when he got some liquid down his throat and went back to working out. Jimmy then explained to the guys that he needed to take it easy today, doctor’s orders, and would do some light cardio on the treadmills, giving him an excellent vantage point of the whole gym. 

As he had hoped, it was only minutes after he turned the treadmill on that he heard Mike demeaning another gym goer. “That’s not how you fuckin’ use the machine! Are you a fuckin-” Mike did say something after that, the r-slur. He got a bit more looks from the other people working out than usual, but everyone knew not to mess with him. However, the curse had started to take effect. It was a bit difficult to notice outwardly right now, but Mike’s clothes had gotten just a bit tighter on him and he was dumbed down by an IQ point or so. Imperceptible changes right now, but it wouldn’t be long before Mike was just another dumb muscle bull. 

After showing the person how to use the machine, he went back to his own workout. Unfortunately for Jimmy, other than that one instance, Mike kept to himself mostly, really pushing himself. Eventually, he did finish, and walked to the locker room. Even Jimmy and the other guys in the friend group couldn’t follow him there, since he had told them he couldn’t be sure that they weren’t “closet homos.” Jimmy wasn’t going to put his ear to the door or the wall to figure out what Mike was saying to himself, but he got his answer when the bodybuilder walked out without a shirt on. 

This wasn’t too odd for someone like Mike or most of the muscular guys who worked out here, but from the waist down, he was wearing business clothes, including pants that were seemingly painted on his massive legs. He quickly made his way out of the gym and to his car. Jimmy happened to notice his button-down peeking out from the top of his bag, likely not fitting. It was a mutual understanding between the guys of the friend group that after Mike stopped working out, you had to do so too. Therefore, Jimmy and the guys converged in the locker room and changed before heading to Mike’s place. 

When they arrived, Jimmy couldn’t be too sure if Mike had demeaned or belittled anyone else at the gym while driving home or being at home. The sweats that he was wearing were also quite tight, most of the guys shocked that they didn’t tear as Mike walked around. Mike wasn’t as angry as Jimmy thought he would be. “Fuck, guys, my pump was fuckin’ amazing today! I can barely fit into my clothes now! I don’t know what the fuck I did, but I’m sure as fuck doing it tomorrow too!” The rest of the guys, excluding Jimmy, didn’t know how to break it to him that something was wrong, and even his best pump shouldn’t have caused him to grow that massive. 

Unfortunately for Jimmy, he would miss the next gym session later that night. He had a date with his girlfriend that he could not afford to miss, but thankfully he was close enough to one of the guys who agreed to text him whenever Mike demeaned or belittled someone, for a cost, though. He had silenced his phone during the date, missing texts about Mike bashing weak people, fat people, a few women, and even a poor 13-year-old kid who tried to lift more than he really should have at his first time at the gym. It was luckily during dessert that Jimmy’s phone went off. “It’s Mike,” he said to his girlfriend. 

She let him take the call, since Mike did help to provide a good portion of Jimmy’s income. He answered the phone while walking to the front door. “Yeah, Mike, what’s up?”

“Jimmy, I, like, need help. I working out gym and clothes break. People laugh and say dumb. You smart. You help?”

“Yeah, I’ll be on my way.” Jimmy ended the call, but he didn’t go to the gym just yet. He knew that even in Mike’s dumbed-down state, the effects of the curse meant that he would still belittle and demean guys until he was speaking unintelligibly. He enjoyed dessert with his girlfriend but told her to drive home by herself. He did need to attend to the Mike thing now, but he would make it up to her later that night. He called an Uber and made his way to the gym as the friend group was sending increasingly frantic texts to him. Once he was dropped off, he ran into the gym and towards one of the back corners, where the group had made a semi-circle protecting Mike. 

There was no denying that he was a muscle behemoth now. His underwear remained in tatters beneath him, and it looked like very few clothes would fit him now, definitely not any that people at this gym had handy. The guys were also really worried because of how Mike was acting. He had a vacant look in his eyes and seemed out of it. “He kept saying your name before he got this bad,” said one of the other friends as Jimmy stepped towards Mike. To everyone’s shock, Mike actually looked at Jimmy and struggled to get out even these two words: “Me bull.” Everyone but Jimmy laughed at him and joked that it was true. 

However, Jimmy admonished them and pointed out that something was wrong with Mike. He offered to take him to the hospital, which the guys agreed to. He wasn’t going to be taking Mike to the hospital, though. He had requested that his Uber be a minivan or something with sizable trunk space. He also tipped the driver heavily as he drove the musclebound brute back to Jimmy’s house. He was able to get Mike into the garage without the neighbors noticing, and then he called up the Muscle Bull guys. 

After a quick video chat with their newest acquisition, they sent out a team to bring him to their private facility. Jimmy was paid handsomely for help in securing another Muscle Bull, and it wasn’t long before Jimmy became aware of a PSA floating around some corners of the web. Apparently, it involved a lucid Mike who implored guys like him not to make fun of their fellow gym goers, no matter the reason, or they could end up like him. Surprisingly, the PSA worked, and most cocky alpha gym bros kept to themselves from now on. But for those that just couldn’t seem to keep their mouths shut, Muscle Bulls wasn’t far behind.