Dr Z. Mesmer's Dynamic Body Program Pt. 03

She was still on the beach.

She had skipped her Calculus Class on Thursday to get a head-start on the weekend--she technically had a tutorial group on Fridays but the other five students had readily agreed to cover for her once they were properly cajoled and suitably threatened--and suddenly her exclusively expensive Exospace B55 smartwatch had displayed that it was Friday.

It didn't make sense. Steph had tried to double check on her phone only to find Mac lazing on a sun-chair and scrolling through it browsing profiles of her friends on Facebook. Then he had smiled at her and all thoughts of anything but him drained right out the designer soles of her Valentino Garavani sandals.

He had held her phone up to show a picture of herself at a party posing sultrily with a pre-glasses Marina, their arms around each other's slender waists and pouting prettily at the camera.

"Here Doll, ask your friend to come join us for some fun in the sun."

He was sooo~ handsome and his smile was so magnetically charming that all she wanted was to please him. She had sent the text message one-handed since her other was busy working his incredible shaft while Mac, in turn, worked on his tan.

...and now it was Sunday? Steph didn't know how that could be. She was still dressed in her daring little white thong bikini, she had tried to remember the last time she ate, slept or even passed water. There were no facilities on the small beach but surely she, or any of the other girls, must have done so but when she tried to think back all she could recall were giddy, sunny images of Mac.

Perfect hunky Mac with his big muscles and bigger dick.

Mac flirting and playing with the other striking women of the beach with her in the prize position on his arm.

Mac kissing her soulfully as she melted against his magnificent body while two of the lesser girls slurped and swallowed his studly length.

Mac touching her and bringing her to tortuous climaxes under his strong manly hands, turning her to pliable putty with effortless ease. She had been swept away like a dandelion seed in a gale and it had all been the sweetest of dreams until this morning when Gabriela had arrived.

Gabriela... Steph wasn't queer or anything but even she had felt a more than a flutter of attraction when the dazzling Brazilian fashion model had arrived on the beach. Then the dream was abruptly over and here she was, thoughtlessly discarded like-

A bestial roar echoed throughout the scrubby hills, so close by that it made Steph jump and press the towel to her chest in fear. There was a crashing of something big tearing its way down the rocky slope towards the beach, towards her! Before she could rally herself to flee, a juggernaut figure rounded her sheltering outcropping and smashed to halt before her.

It... no-He was ginormous with a wrecking-ball physique. He loomed ominous and shamelessly naked like some lewd monolith to depraved distorting dysmorphia. The meaty cords of his surging muscles roiled under his taut skin like a mass of slithering serpents and the structure of his gargantuan body was monstrously warped. His proportions were nightmarish and twisted, none more so than the jutting, fluid-dripping totem of his cock.

Steph recoiled when she looked up, up, up into the frowning, almost familiar face and spotted the dripping mess of a girl sitting atop the stony plateau of his shoulders.

"F-Ford? Is that you? W-Why are you... Marnie?!"

"What's the matter Steph?" Marnie tittered, sounding almost drunk with wicked glee as she ran her fingers adoringly through Ford's long, thick hair. "Not busy sucking on the cock-of-the-walk anymore? Or did ol' Mac get tired of perfect, prissy Stephanie Rochester already?"

"Marnie? W-What's going on... Is that really Ford?" Steph couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her pretty little pledge sister was all but naked, out-of-her mind on something and fawning over a muscled monstrosity with the face of that loser Ford. She stumbled backwards until her smooth tanned shoulders were pressed against the craggy rock behind her.

She was ready to bolt but frozen in place as the mountainous Ford lumbered towards her, dropping something wet and fleshy carelessly to the ground behind him. The dripping mass tumbled into a motionless squelching heap with a barely audible groan. Was that a person?!

"This is my Master and I'm his dirty little whore." Marnie chirped in a high sing-song voice that sent chills up Steph's spine. "That was Lizzy, she's just an over-inflated cum-balloon now. Almost ready to pop. So talk, bitch... where's Mac?"

The sinister sneer Marnie put into the other man's name made Steph shudder as Ford's long shadow fell over her. She trembled and looked away, her eyes downcast and staring at Ford's prominent angry shaft bobbing a few feet from her flat bare belly. It glistened wetly in the sunshine as a huge fresh dollop of cum beaded at its tip.

Her nostrils widened and her eyelids began to flutter a new smell cut through the salty sea breeze and tickled at her nerves.

"Mac? Mac's on the beach... they all are. Mac has a new favorite now, some young runway model from Brazil called Gabriela..." Steph felt on the verge of tears again but couldn't drag her eyes from Ford's hypnotically swaying uber-cock, "Nobody ever leaves the beach, we all just swim and play and lie around all day watching Mac. I don't know what's happening to me. I- I- I can't stop touching myself when he..."

"Steph! Come back out here, Doll and bring your new friends with you." A brash voice called loudly from the ocean shore.

Steph shivered even as a smile as broken as fractured glass crept over her tear-streaked face. She was torn in her immediate desire to return to her handsome, radiant Mac and a new rising compulsion to stare at Ford's enormous, light-bending, gob-smacking Cock again.

Her body moved in jittery jerky motions as she turned back to the beach and started walking towards the voice like a marionette with tangled strings.

"We're coming, Mac-Baby!" She called back in a shrill overly-bright tone.

Behind her Marnie just giggled again as Ford stomped forward with a deep grumbling growl.

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"Somebody comes to pluck a flower from my garden. Let's see who it is, eh girls?"

Mac had his sculpted back to Ford, muscular arms out wide in a what-am-I-supposed-to-do gesture as he played up for the young ladies on the beach. The snooty little prick.

The girls were all just as Ford remembered them. Each one stunningly fit and slim with flawless tanned skin, glowing manes of perfectly styled hair and full lush curves in all the right places. Mac had type, Ford's enraged boner jerked heavily in appreciation even as his meaty fingers curled into fists the size of cannonballs.

One example in particular stood out amongst the exquisite crowd of sensual beauties. A cinnamon skinned knock-out in a leopard print Brazilian one piece that wrapped her from hip to shoulder like a coiling snake covering her most sensitive areas like a second skin but leaving all else bare to the blazing sunshine.

Her sun-kissed hips and peachy ass rolled with smooth toned muscle, rounded and firm. Her belly was a trim plane of soft definition while her waist was positively waspish. Her breasts exploded from her chest, twin celestial hemispheres of perfect teardrop-shaped fullness. Her legs and arms were supremely long and ballerina graceful. Every inch of her skin was peerless in complexion and radiating a healthy glow.

Her face was flawless in its symmetry, her eyes were smokey dark, her lips plushly pouty and her bone structure razor sharp. Ford thought he might have recognized her from one fashion magazine cover or another if it wasn't for the slightly slack-faced stare she had leveled at him.

"So who is it this time..." Mac began as he turned theatrically then choked off his words as his classically handsome face suddenly blanched.

Ford rolled his mountainous shoulders, shrugging Marnie off. She landed on her side in the sand with a startled cry that devolved into a hysterical giggle as she propped herself up to stare up at his towering form with starry eyes.

Mac may have been tall with the physique of a golden Greek Adonis carved from purest white marble but Ford had exceeded even that. All through the extraordinary Dr Zeus Mesmer's Dynamic Body Program...

Visualization.

Implementation.

Supplementation.

Ford had surpassed the demigods of Mediterranean legend and raised himself above the peak of Mount Olympus itself. He was Titanic, one with the fore-father's of those capricious gods of myth and folklore.

"Remember me, Sprout? Here's something I owe you!" He roared furiously, raising a vengeful fist to smite the insignificant bug before him...

"Whoa! Whoa! Time out, big guy." Mac called back-pedaling furiously into the crowd of gawping young women to stay out of Ford's reach and raising his hands in a T-shaped sign, "Just answer me one question and I'll go. No harm done, then the beach is all yours. Savvy?"

Savvy? No, Ford did not fucking savvy. He wanted to crush this tiny man's skull!

"Fuck him up Master! He'll not look so pretty when he's just spare parts spread across the beach." Marnie called eagerly from behind him and Ford heard the pleasured groans of her desperately frigging herself at the brutal display of his fury.

Then a warm delicate hand touched his raised powerful arm and he looked down to see bottomless dark almond eyes set into an exotically entrancing face.

This woman was enchanting. Each and every female occupant on the beach could have been described as captivating, beguiling or prepossessed. Each one a manifest masterpiece of the feminine aspect in their own way but where they might be smoking hot... this South American starlet was outright thermonuclear.

"Por favor Sehnor," she whispered softly up to Ford, so dwarfed by his geolithic bulk. Her words were wrapped in an accent like liquid silk, "I merely wish to hear your answer to his question then you may do as you will."

Momentarily bewitched by her shining supernova good-looks and demur smokey expression Ford stilled himself and turned ominously to Mac with a foul grimace on his face. This could only be the Gabriela that Steph had mentioned supplanting her.

"What?" He barked at Mac, feeling impatient with the cocky fool.

"Hey man, I just wanted to know..." Mac said with both his hands raised in surrender, "Who got to you? Was it Apollo? McFadden... maybe Reeves? I am a Charles Atlas man myself..."

Ford rumbled in discontent, it sounded like a rock slide. Still Mac took a tentative step forward to clarify. Maybe the treacherous toad had some spine after-all.

"Whose program did you use, man? Which booklet did you order in the mail? Because you clearly took it too far." His eyes narrowed, "There's something to reaching peak male perfection but you're looking fucking grotesque Bro."

Ford saw more than felt the blow Mac laid on him. Mac was strong and the impact was evident by the loud thudding sound of meat hitting the stone slab and closely followed by sick snapping of the bones in Mac's pulverized fist. The older man screamed in agony and dropped to his knees cradling the broken appendage against his broad chest and Ford looked down at him in sneering contempt.

He hadn't budged an inch under the sudden assault.

"Zeus Mesmer." He spat in answer to the question and Mac recoiled in horrified recognition of the name.

"Dear god... You don't even know who that is do you?" Mac gasped, his face pale and bloodless, "You're just another one of the Doctor's monsters now. Oh gawd, my fucking hand..."

The beach was deathly still except for the crashing of the ocean waves, the distant calls of gulls and Mac's painful sobbing gasps for air.

Ford didn't know who Dr Zeus Mesmer was but he wished the man was there so he could shake his hand and show off his success. He liked the new Ford. The Ford who was super-humanly large, indomitable in his strength, utterly dominant and truly almighty.

Hadn't Mac spouted some trite bullshit about the 'Right of Might" before he had kicked sand in Ford's face a few long days ago?

Well, he figured could ponder it later as he bent and grabbed Mac by the ankle to drag him back towards the scrubby hillside behind the beach.

Ford's hard, heavily swaying cock jutting obscenely out before him was the center feminine attention, even as the terrified little man kicking futilely in his iron grip began to scream.

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"Mac's gone."

Ford's words were dull, uninterested but absolute as he addressed the timid crowd of swimsuit-clad gorgeous barely-legal girls gathered on the beach before him.

"Yeeessss~ Master! I always knew that you were better than him." Marnie gushed wrapping herself joyfully around his side, her bare perky tits and cum-pooched belly pressing into his bulky hip.

"Can we leave now?" A tall blonde asked timorously, one of the volley-ball players Ford guessed. He let his eyes roam up and down her body as she shivered under his leering attention and her nipples responded visibly, stiffly tenting her tiny two-piece.

"Of course not, you stupid airhead!" Marnie crowed as she began stroking Ford's mammoth manhood and sneered towards the blushing blonde, "There's a new Boss of the beach and you bitches are going to learn to love it."

Ford's cock jerked from her smooth, graceful strokes and a thick streamer of hot cum splattered in the sand at the athletic knock-outs' feet. She just groaned as her nose--and the noses of all the girls around her--began to twitch and her eyes were dragged down to the dense white puddle shining a few inches away from her toes.

"I for one, do not wish to leave." A smoothly accented voice stated, "Not yet at least. Not until I have what I want..."

It was Gabriela, sauntering out of that crowd like she was on a runway in Paris. Her stupendously long golden legs flashing as her small feet crossed in front of her at every step. Her olive skin shined like it had been polished under the stylish wrap-around swimwear that hugged her trim form and clung to her stellar contours.

She stopped a few feet in front of him and posed with a hand on her cocked hip, flipping her long glossy curtain of midnight black hair. She tilted her elegant jawline, a smirk twitched at full, luscious lips and a challenging gleamed in her dark almond eyes. Ford's monstrous cock strained at the sight of her heavenly aspect and sinful expression.

"Dr Zeus Mesmer... Truly?" She raised a finely manicured brow in question.

"Yeah, you know anything about him?" Ford asked, getting to his feet and pushing Marnie to one side. He wasn't gentle about it and Marnie only moaned hotly as she was sent sprawling to the ground. He wanted this saucy Latin Goddess on her back and splayed wide for-

"Only rumors... but that's not who you should be asking me about." Gabriela teased dancing lightly away from his huge outstretched hands then laughed at his growl of impatience. "Have you ever heard of Ayds?...or perhaps Zsa Zsa Gabor?"

His hands caught her and this time she didn't pull away. Instead she gave herself to him, stepping in and letting his raging, apple-sized tip slide up her silky smooth belly, and into the deep cleft beneath her out-thrust bulging cleavage as she pressed herself against his cliff-side frontage.

Immaculately tall as she was, her head didn't even reach his chin but she whispered exotically up to him never-the-less.

"Glamor Girl; that was the name of the regiment I followed to become as you see me today." She purred and Ford felt the heat of her breath on his neck. She smelled like coconut oil, night-blooming jasmine and sex, who was this woman? Ford's tremendous cock was straining fit to do him injury if he didn't take her soon.

"You said you wanted something?" He groaned as she began to shimmy her angelic body in small sinuous dance-like motions against his throbbing length.

Her skin was so impossibly smooth that it felt friction-less against his bulging, veiny shaft. He grunted as she coaxed a hot jet of man-seed from him. It blew up between her thick rolling mounds and darkened the fabric tightly-stretched across her great globular tits.

"Yes, I thought that perhaps Mac had it but clearly he didn't." She husked up at him in a sultry moan, then drew in a long luxurious breath, clearly relishing the smell of him on her skin. "No matter, I am completely certain now that you have what I need."

Around them the women of the beach were crumbling like sand castles before the tide. Once scared young faces were now pictures of desire as they gnawed wantonly on full bottom lips or traced long fingers along tender skin.

The tentative blonde from earlier was on her knees--along with two other volleyball teammates--rubbing her face in the shiny pool on the sand. They grunted and mewled, scooping it up in trembling fingers to run it across their stunning faces and slender throats like dirty lotion.

"A missing element or perhaps reagent is the better term..." Gabriela moaned, pressing her tight, intoxicating body closer to Ford as she dipped artistically painted fingernails into her bronzed cleavage to scoop out long strings of his sticky cum. "The Charles Atlas Method that Mac practiced was inferior..."

She raised her gooey fingertips to her nose and inhaled, rubbing the thick, viscous seed between delicate thumb and index.

"...because he didn't understand the importance of supplementation."

She layered that final word in molten lust then slipped her sticky fingers over her softly parted lips and slowly sucked the dainty digits clean with eyes half-lidded in heady bliss.

"Mmmmm... I can taste it. That liquid potential- nnnrgh!"

Her words were cut off abruptly when Ford gathered a great palmful of his copious free-flowing cum and casually smeared it across her gorgeous gloating face.

"You talk a lot for a girl who needs her mouth filled." He grunted as he wrapped an overgrown arm around her lissome waist and latched onto her lush round ass to drag her up his towering frame.

His pearly spend thickly plastered her glowing complexion. It clung to her narrow brows and long curled lashes, a golf ball of white drooped from her elegant nose and bubbles around her shocked lips where they basted shut the viscous wobbling mass.

"Mmmurlp..." Gabriela gurgled as her pink tongue swam hungrily across her caked lips and a heavy dollop abseiled from her shapely chin into her splattered gravity-defying cleavage in a ropey line.

Ford's insatiable shaft twitched powerfully as the barely-eighteen fashion queen shuddered and quaked against its meaty length, nearly knocking her backwards if not for his iron grip on her. Her alluring tropical aroma perfumed the air as her firm, silken thighs twitched and squeezed together in a sudden crush of pleasure.

"Let them watch. Show them who owns you now, girl." Ford's voice was like the grating of a freight train on steel rails as he negligently tore the designer swimwear from the young models show-stopping body.

"Sim Sehnor, por favor- please... Please take me, fill me..." Gabriela burbled as he lifted and turned her, manipulating her body like a pliable plaything in his grasp.

Her arching back laid against his massive chest as his hands clutched her smooth legs, his huge fingers encircling the taut, sleek muscles of her thighs. He spread them open like a butterfly's wings unveiling her pristine, plush pussy to the crowded beach.