Hypnohuge

I stumbled on to the site accidentally. It's weird the kind of places you can find at 3 o'clock in the morning, but this one took the cake. It was a site that hosted hypnosis files that were aimed at fetishes. Furry fetish, transgender fetish, masochist fetish. They all seemed pretty strange, claiming that they could change a person not only mentally, but physically.

It couldn't possibly be true, I knew that, but the file I stared at was just begging to be tried. TrigBig, a file for the muscle enthusiast. The file boasted that it would cause my muscles to grow until my body weight had increased to that which I desired, but what ever change happened was irreversable. I knew it couldn't work, but why did I try? In a few moments it was downloaded and burnt to a disc. I listened to it, and waited for it to complete. My mind wandered frequently, picking up on small things, like how I would feel my body expanding or how my body would accomodate my new mass. I drifted off to sleep listening to it.

I awoke the next morning, the file still playing within my ear, and I tried it out. "Gain 50 pounds, now." I said the trigger aloud, but nothing happened. I didn't feel any different. I walked around listening to the file the rest of my day, and still, no luck. I sat in front of my mirror that night looking at my as usual 180 pound body. Kind of depressed that it didn't work. I turned on the file again, looping it as I slept. The next morning I woke up and tried once more, again with no success. I went downstairs and called over one of my friends, we had to lift my old sofa out to the truck so I could get it to the dump.

"Yeah Nate, I'm ready to get that pile of crap couch out of here, why don't you head over now? Oh, bring that heavy duty scale, I have to see if the couch is too big for the dump." I said, somewhat grogilly. Nate, who sounded awfully cheery for 8 in the morning said goodbye and started out for my place. After a few minutes he pulled his truck up to the step and came inside. He laughed when he came in, making me notice that I was still in my boxers. "I thought you were ready to dump your couch, looks to me like your ready for bed." I laughed snidely at him and started to go upstairs, when he spoke again. "Say, what are you listening to?" I debated in my mind whether or not to tell him, but Nate was a bit of a bodybuilder himself and understood the love of being big. I hadn't realized I'd even been listening to it.

"Well, it's kind of stupid... I don't think you want to know." I said, shrugging a little. Nate laughed again "I definitely need to know now, never tell someone they don't want to know." I sighed and walked down the stairs and back into the kitchen. "It's a hypnosis file that builds muscle mass by tweaking your hormones and mind." I expected him to laugh at me, but instead he looked intrigued. "Has it worked?" He asked with interest. "No, everytime I say the trigger, I don't grow any. I don't even think it's real. It's all supposed to happen in a few minutes, but even when I wait nothing clicks."

Nate folded his arms, then asked once more. "What's a trigger?" I told him very matter-of-fact-ly that it was the words that forced the effects to start. "So, for this file I'd have to say something like 'Gain 1000 pounds, now.'" I shuddered, feeling a tingle go up my spine. I felt a little dizzy, so I took my headphones off and leaned on the table. "What's wrong?" Nate asked. "Nothing. I just felt a little dizzy there for a minute." I stood and Nate backed away. "What?" I asked. He pointed at me and I looked down.

I nearly collapsed at what was happening, My chest had become defined, and I was getting abs under the soft layer of flab that usually protruded from my midsection. My arms were swelling, and my boxers were growing tight on my ass. I had to have gained 20 pounds already. I ran up the stairs, Nate following me all the way, watching me as my back grew outward. My skin felt like it was spandex, being stretched comfortably across a swelling balloon. I got into the bathroom and stood on the scale. It said I was 220 now, then 221, 222, 223. I was growing over a pound a second. I pushed Nate, who stared gaping at me as my body began to rival his own, away from the mirror. I saw what was happening, and it was incredible. My chest was growing solid beneath the veil of skin that contained it. A crease formed between the swelling peaks of mass that lay on my torso.

My legs started to hurt, and when I looked down I knew why. My boxers were pulled tight against my growing thighs. I reached for the band with my beefed out arms and began to rip them from me. Nate backed away as my body grew well past his 230 pound frame, I couldn't take my eyes off myself as I swelled past 300 pounds. In a matter of moments I had grown to 380. I was the largest bodybuilder in the world! I watched the scale as my weight climbed steadily, 395, 396, 397, 398, 399, 400. Then it stopped. I continued to grow, but the scale had reached its limit. I tried to push myself through the doorframe as I continued to grow, but my shoulders sealed me into the tiny room. I turned and walked out sideways, bounding down the stairs. I ran nude into my yard, jumping on to the flatbed truck and singlehandedly pulling the heavy duty scale down and into the house. I tried to navigate my swollen thighs so that my adductors wouldn't smash my balls like grapes, or as they looked compared to the tree trunks shooting out my legs, peas.

I tossed the scale to the floor and stood on it, it whirred around to 476 pounds and started to climb as well. It took seconds, but my body swelled and tensed, pulsing its way past 500 pounds. My legs pushed each other apart on the scale. I looked down over my monstrous chest and saw the strangest thing ever. My abs were past my huge chest, which seemed wrong. I ran my hand down them as best I could, finding that they had grown so large that they had formed a gut that fought for space, bowing out past my chest. It became increasingly hard to rub my abs as my biceps and lats continued to grow, my arm began to straighten and lift from my body. I was losing mobility quickly, I could feel my skin riding shakily across my expanding legs as they pushed farther apart. My huge ass was still balooning, making it hard to stand properly. I tried to look for Nate, but even that had become impossible. My neck would no longer turn about, I managed one last peek at the scale before my head was forced into an upright position. 799 pounds and still growing. My body became imbalanced, causing me to fall on to the floor with a house shaking thud. I lay there, helpless, growing.

A few more minutes passed when nate wandered into sight. He had a huge hardon in his pants. I could tell, he looked at me in amazement. "Are you okay?" He asked with a gulp. "Yeah, but I can't move.... what does the scale say?" Nate looked at the scale, which lay fizzling at my feet. "Error... you broke it." I sighed. "Can you turn back now?" Nate asked. "No, I'm stuck this way for good. To huge to move. I can't even whack-off!" Nate sat on my chest, which pushed him up near the ceiling, He looked so small now. "You won't need to worry about that big guy, you've got me now. And I'll start listening to the muscle growth file, I'll get big enough to move you out to that truck and we'll go somewhere quiet for you to be huge. But first..." Nate pulled out my headphones and placed them on my head. " I checked that site from your history and found another file for you." He pressed play and I began to listen.. my crotch began to tingle as the words were spoken "from now on, you are addicted to sex. You will find that your penis is growing by inches, daily...."

Nate smiled and licked my chest. "You're gonna be a really big man in more ways than one.... we're gonna have a lot of fun together..." •

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The file slowly burned to the CD as I reviewed the amazing pictures I'd been sent. One of my old college buddies, Nate, had sent me something he called a subliminal hypnosis file that he had made from an older file. He was the one who got me into bodybuilding. 3 years and 50 pounds later, I had slacked off. He, however, showed me a picture where he was well in excess of 500 pounds. That was amazing enough, but his newest boyfriend was too big to be shown on camera. All of the pictures of him were astounding, he was way over 1000 pounds... he couldn't even wear clothes anymore! Both these men claim to have been affected by another version of this file, Nate had remastered it so that the hypnotists commands had faded into a musical background and become more effective. By listening to the file, a person could increase their muscle mass almost instantly by messing with their hormones. He also told me not to listen to it unless I was going to use it on myself, because it was permanent.

The computer hummed and spit out the CD. I pulled it out hastily and looked at the clock. "2:45 a.m." I thought. "Mike is deep in sleep now.". I put the CD into a discplayer and plugged in the headphones. I walked quietly into the next room to see Mike sprawled nude on the bed, snoring lightly. I stripped down and climbed into the bed. I placed the headphones on him carefully and played the file. He nodded to the music unconsciously. I looked at the moon-light draping over his thin body. He and I were quite the contrast. I was a bulky 235 pounds.. he was only 169, up from 159 when I first met him 2 years ago. He went to the gym with me, but he never seemed to get bigger, which he hated. I rubbed my muscular biceps and chest, thinking that with the help of this file that Mike could be even larger than myself. All I needed to do was get him to say the trigger "Gain '#" pounds now.".

Soon the bright morning light streamed into my window. Mike stirred slowly and awoke. He tossled his long, auburn hair and wiped his brilliant emerald eyes. With a yawn, he came back into the conscious world, finally noticing the headphones. "Why am I wearing these, Alex?" He said, rubbing my pec. I quickly made up a story "Oh, it's some work out music that I made for you today. How do you like it?". He nodded to the song "It's good. Makes me feel really... energetic. I'm going to go get a shower before we go to the gym, k?". I nodded as we both rose from the bed.

I heard the woosh of the shower and Mike humming softly, and just for kicks... I joined him. --------------------------------------- We walked into the gym at around 10:00 that Saturday morning. It was filled with guys, being an all-male gym. Some of them were as big as me, but not many. I was probably the largest guy there, in fact. Most of the guys were around 215, and none of them, save for Mike, were below 180. "I'm just going to go get changed." I said to Mike. He gave me a light kiss and said "Hurry up, I need my spotter.". I walked away and got changed into my lycra shorts... what can I say? With glutes as good looking as these, and a cock an elephant could envy, I liked to show it off. I walked out into the gym floor and saw Mike moving towards the bench press. He was talking to another guy that we knew named Brentt. He wasn't much bigger than Mike, probably 181. We all got together and worked out for the next two hours. My toe tapped to the gym's music system. They had picked out a really great song today. It didn't seem to end or to loop. It flowed seamlessly over and over again. It seemed invigorating, but it reminded me of something. "Hey Mike, what happened to that cd I gave you? I thought you were going to listen to it when you worked out." I said as I lifted the freeweights. "I am listening to it. I gave it to the manager to play over the speakers.". My eyes widened. Mike had just given a gym filled with muscle-men the ability to get just as big as they wanted. "I had the weirdest dream when I listened to that cd last night... I dreamt I was over 600 pounds of pure muscle. I was so huge that I was worshipped by every other man on earth, they all wanted some way to be as big as me.". Brentt laughed "Is that all that you need to get men? If that's all you need to do, I'd gladly gain 600 pounds now.". I looked over at Brentt to see if this song was going to do the trick. His biceps puffed as he lifted the free weights, but nothing seemed to be happening... I worried. "Alex, you were in the dream too. You were the only man bigger than me... you were much bigger. I'd say that to be as big as you were, you should gain 2000 pounds. Not like that's possible."

A small shudder trailed up my spine right then. Would that work? Would Mike telling me to get bigger make me grow? I was feeling warm... I dropped the weight when I looked back over at Brentt. He was as big as me, or I thought he was, until I looked down. My chest was filling out my shirt quite a bit more, I looked around 20 pounds bigger. Anyone who was specifically targeted with the trigger would be changed! Mike looked over to Brentt and gasped, Brentt hadn't even noticed his now 80 pound gain. "Brentt, what's happening to you? You're bigger than Alex!". Brentt rubs his hands down his 260 pound muscle-bod and shudders as he swells again. His shirt is tightened so much that it's lifting up his body. He looks over at me "I'm not bigger than Alex! It's happening to him too!". Mike looks over at me, now sitting nicely at a hugely muscular 315. "What's doing this to you two!?" He shouts, bringing everyones attention to us. Men crowd around, watching Brentt and I outgrow our gym shirts. My lycra shorts are crying at 350 pounds, my shirt is tearing on my lats. Brentt's addidas shorts are tearing at the legs, and his shirt is so tight that he needs to rip it off.

"It was the cd Mike! That music was meant for you. It's a hypnosis file that makes a person suggestible to muscle growth. You told me to gain 2000 pounds, and that's what's going to happen. Every guy in this gym has the ability to become impossibly huge now... including you!" I shouted as my shirt popped it's seams at the shoulders. "That's impossible! A song can't do that!" He says as he rationalizes. "Then how do you explain what's happening to Brentt and me? What you said is going to turn me into an immobile muscle monster!" With that, my shirt popped off. My huge pecs heaved out a foot in front of me, my delts and traps seemed to swell after they were freed. My glutes and upper thighs were still compacted into the small lycra shorts, and for all their stretchy nature, they were becoming unbearably tight. I looked to Brentt, who was now exceeding 375. His shirt was in shreds on the ground, his shorts entirely in peices, only the crotch and seat of them intact which showed off a huge erection. I was well in excess of 400 now.. probably 430 or 450. I took my huge arms to my shorts and with little effort, tore them to shreds. My own 12 inch erection sprung out and bounced from side to side. Brentt took my lead and did the same. I turned to the mirror and flexed, watching my body expand. I could see Mike and the other gym members in the reflection, all of them getting hard as a rock.

I was pushing 550 now. My arms were so large that they were nearing a 90 degree angle with the floor. I walked over to two of the bigger guys in the Gym and lifted them effortlessly. "Man, this is AMAZING! I've never felt so good!" I yelled. Brentt was sprawling on the gym floor rubbing all over his 525 pound body, moaning in pleasure. "I never thought I'd break 190! This is great!" He yelled. Mike walked over to me and rubbed my pecs as I swelled up past 600. "You know, I'm going to be so big that I won't be able to move anymore, Mike. You're going to have to get big enough to help me out... take me to Nate's farm... I'll learn how to move again there." Mike nodded and leaned on my huge beefy body. My pecs were the size of extra large pillows... the same shape too. The pounds were piling on faster now, 650 came and went. I was constantly changing my stance as my quads pushed together. Every time they puled with mass, they pushed my balls and cock up higher and higher, until it pointed straight up. I walked over to Brentt, slowly, as that's all I could manage being a 5'11" 675 pound muscle man.

"Hey Alex... check this out." He said. He moved his hands toward his hard-on, but he couldn't reach. "My arms and lats are so big that I can't whack off! This is so awesome!". I tried as well, and couldn't even get close. I looked down at Brennt over my ever-expanding chest. He was getting up as the last few pounds piled into him. All 780 pounds of him stood on his two feet. He walked slowly, with determination. Each step he took made his entire body flex, it looked unbelievably hot. His huge Glutes made it difficult for him to walk, and his massive quads moved around each other in shaky arcs. His huge arms propped up on immense lats, hanging his ropey forearms downward. He strikes a pose, and the definition is incredible. I saw one man faint simply at the sight of our new magnificence, another guy I could swear creamed his pants. I was 815 pounds now... not even 1000 gained, and I could barely move.

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Time passed, and I just kept on growing. Soon, I was 1000 pounds, not to mention immobile. My legs were too large to stand on. My back was so large that I was laying on an angle at all times. 1500 came. I could only look in one direction... If my eyes strayed down, I'd only see my chest. My arms nearly point straight from how large my lats had become at 2000 pounds.... at 2235, it wasn't much different... I could feel my whole body tense with each breath I took... I could only see Mike if he stood right above me... He was bigger... While I lay on my back, he increased his own weight to 800 pounds, and turned the other 15 guys in the gym into 400+ muscle-gods. With their help, we managed to load me into a huge tractor trailer at the back of the gym, and in that trailer, we went to Nate's farm. that Made for 20 muscle freaks managing a farm. I met Nate's boyfriend, who I found out was named Allen. He had been immobile at one time, but he learned to walk in his new body, and he taught me. After a couple of weeks, I was capable of lifting him, even though he was 1200 pounds. It can get a bit cold around here, being too big for clothes and all... mind you, most of us don't wear clothes anyway.

On another note, Brentt, Mike, and myself still work out... though not in the conventional manner, if you know what I mean. The effort into moving in such a big body can be taxing, so I don't do much moving other than lifting the heaviest things on the farm, such as cows and bulls, and much of the farm products go to myself and Allen, but we harvest more than enough to get by. Many of us live in the old airplane hanger made for the crop duster, and we just keep getting bigger... who knows who will be next? •