"Weird Science" Muscle Growth Episode on Hulu

The muscle growth episode of the "Weird Science" TV series is right now on Hulu (first season, "One Size Fits All" if you're looking for it)...as is, for that matter, the entire series. Watch this episode here.

I didn't remember the "Weird Science" TV series...but Vanessa Angel is, surprisingly, a really great comedian with great timing. She's not as spellbinding as Kelly LeBrock, but she is a lot funnier. Supposedly, Vanessa Angel was the original choice for Xena, Warrior Princess, but Lucy Lawless was the last-minute replacement when she became unavailable...which I find hard to believe.

What I find amusing is the choice to play Wyatt's amazonian girlfriend. If she's an athlete and weightlifter, then I'm a Viking Princess.

Here's one of the more choice sequences for all you beefcake pervs:

A friend of mine that understood men as nearly as possible as it is to understand men, once said that every single guy's favorite movie was almost always one of three films: The Big Lewbowski, The Usual Suspects, and Pulp Fiction. If you've seen all three, you can talk with men about nearly any movie. While I liked all three of those films I'd hardly consider them my favorite movies ever, but then again, I'm not the target audience so it doesn't matter what I think.

If there's a female equivalent of the Pulp Fiction/Usual Suspects/Big Lebowski trio, it would probably be the John Hughes high school films. I always operated under the assumption that the John Hughes movies were all set in the same continuity, and that Anthony Michael Hall's character in Weird Science was the exact same guy as the Freshman in Sixteen Candles. After all, he pretty much played the exact same character in both films: a spastic, immature, yet sweet nerd who was totally unaware he was a geek and thought of himself as a cocky, sophisticated ladies man that understands romance and women.

I always thought Weird Science was John Hughes's Return of the Jedi, the weakest of his movies, kept watchable only because of adorable supercutie Ilan Michael Smith as Wyatt, and the absolutely cool and mesmerizing Kelly LeBrock. Add these two to another lengthy list of actors that I'm astonished never really became very big stars.

King of the Stone Age, Part 1

I haven't written any real muscle growth fiction since a few false starts in the summer of '08, busy as I am with grad school. But I wanted to try my hand at it again.

King of the Stone Age, Part 1 (The Muscle Growth History of the World)

(Note: you have to be registered with musclegrowth.org to see. Don't worry, it's free.)

Essentially, the story is about a girl that flees from her tribe to be rescued by a superhandsome giant cave stud. The basic theory is that in the ancient past, bisexuality was more the norm for men and women. The story has a degree of sexual omnivorousness for that reason: guy on guy, girl on girl, and guy-girl. There isn't any outright sex in the first part, but just wait.

One of the characters is what today we would call "gay," who wears women's clothing. This is a social role found in many societies, notably Native American (Hopi) who have the role of the berdache.

Esperanto Grrl, the internet's answer to Eartha Kitt

I feel terrible for even thinking anything bad about people that read my work and like it, because honestly, I don't have enough fans to really get that picky. I love to hear from anyone that's read my work, because it's very validating and makes me feel what I do is worthwhile...which is very important, because I don't get paid for this. Comments and praise are what keep me going.

All that said, I do feel there are some people that have embraced my erotic fiction for reasons that make me very uncomfortable.

One of them is an undercurrent of homophobia. The inarguable fact is that a significant percentage of people that write fiction in my particular specialized area, muscle growth, are gay men. So, when male readers come along and tell me "hey, it's so great you're writing some straight muscle growth stories, it's great you're standing up to the homos that are shouting you down" I feel a little uncomfortable and disturbed. Mostly because it isn't true: the majority of my fans are gay men, who have been very welcoming and think I have a unique voice. I feel a little silly now for writing stories all this time under a genderless pen name.

The truth is, I'm a bisexual oddball nerd girl that's a sexual omnivore, and I have more in common with my gay male readers on the Evolution Archive and elsewhere, than with the straight readers on places like literotica and EpicLust.

How to write a muscle growth story

I get asked for advice by bright-eyed, bushy-tailed young writers all the time, that want to bring their own erotic muscle fantasies to life. Here's a few tips:

Put lots of thought into your opening sentence. It’s the single most important part of the story because you want to entice people into reading the story. It’s a “hook” that gets attention. Throw in the sexiest part of your story, or something shocking, just to get attention and make the story stand out. Since people read these stories to be turned on, make your opening sentence something sexy. It doesn’t have to be sex, but it should be an expression of sexual desire, or someone lusting for muscle, or offer the promise of sex or adventure to come.

Every word should be calculated to have an effect of arousal on your reader. Every word in a horror story creates a sense of fear, so horror writers choose every word for the effect on the reader. Likewise, everything in your story should be something sexy. It doesn’t all have to be sex, but it should be sexy. For muscle guys, demonstrating strength is sexy, going to the gym is sexy, or the shower room.

Find out what you like and then write about it. This should be obvious, but there’s a temptation to write what you think other people want to read. In the end, this doesn’t please anybody because there’s nothing unique about your story. Are you sexually attracted to Native American guys? (And why not, with all that hair?) Are you a furry? I guarantee no matter what you’re into, they’ll be someone, somewhere that says, “FINALLY! Someone with my exact same love for guys with giant tongues!” And you’ve earned yourself a devoted new fan. And who knows? If you do it right, you can give other people a whole new sexual interest. Fetishes are a little like Gonorrhea: they can be sexually transmitted.

Basically what I’m saying here is, find your own unique voice. Are you a sensitive person that loves romance and passionate sex on an emotional level? Write that way, because you have something to contribute.

Describe unusual muscles and don’t use numerical measurements. Don’t use measurements unless you absolutely have to: use comparisons and descriptions to get a jist. For that matter, describe muscles that are sexy but aren’t commonly described. Nothing gives a man size and mass like the traps, for instance. Are they like footballs stuffed under the skin, or sloping pyramids to either side of his bull neck?

Don't think in terms of the traditional story. You can if you want to, and it really improves your work. But really, muscle growth stories aren't "stories" in the traditional sense. They're an exhibition, sort of like a trapeeze act, and you have to think in terms of things that wow.

Use all five senses. How does a muscleman smell? Taste, when you lick him? What’s his voice sound like?

Do research and don’t make obvious mistakes. The reason I write this is because I’ve gotten a little tired of male writers making hilarious mistakes about how bra sizes work. By the way, DD and E-cup are the exact same size, for instance.

If you’re writing a multiple part story, some new situation has to happen every chapter. It doesn’t matter how long a chapter is, but there needs to be at least one plot point, change of scenery, introduction of a new character, or something new at least once per chapter. Even if your chapter has sex in it, you should at least have some new element to it: different position, different participants. If you’re like me and have a plastic sexuality, do different types of sex: male-male, then male-female, or female/female.

Artist Roundup: Funbird

Now here's something you don't see everyday: today's artist, Funbird, is equally skilled as a writer. Now there's a Renaissance Man for you! He's also not very prolific, which I expect he does just to annoy me, because he knows how much I love his stuff.




You can always judge the success of an erotic writer by how well they can give you a new interest or fetish you didn't have before...or at least, make you aware of something that you didn't know you liked. In that respect, Funbird's "Emil Part 1" gave me a whole lot of things to love that are a part of my love of these kinds of stories even today: 1) a huge long tongue like a snake inside the mouth (the very idea of that is pretty exciting), 2) a muscular man with a youthful, handsome and almost girlishly beautiful face. Both those things have forever after been something I've looked for and found hot.

Maybe some of my guy readers can help me out with this...

I don’t have a penis, so I don’t really know, but when reading a muscle growth story, who is it that the average male reader identifies with and longs to be?

The reason I ask is because so many stories have their point of view character be a man that knows the guy that grows, and that leads me to believe the desire here isn’t to be a muscle stud themselves, but to worship and admire one as an object.

Who the “point of view” character in a story is, is usually pretty revealing. In psychology there’s a test called the Thematic Apperception Test. Usually a photograph is shown to the subject, which they have to tell a story about. Usually the pictures are ambiguous, and what the subject projects on them are very revealing. One big question of the test is, “who is the hero/heroine of the story?” All sorts of things can be learned from who the person the test-taker sees themselves in.

In a great many muscle growth stories, the point-of-view character is the muscle growth stud’s boyfriend or girlfriend. If the story is written first-person, they’re the narrator, and if it’s third person, it is through their eyes the events are described. The reason this is important is because the POV character represents the desires of the writer themselves.

With the exception of BIG DRAGON II, the events of my stories are usually told from the POV of the female character. I think it’s pretty obvious at this point to say that Morgan was a self-insertion, although I hope she was spunky and sexy enough that I can be forgiven for this. I’m way, way past my Goth phase, but a few of the things that happened to Morgan, like the incident where she whaled on a far larger Frat guy at a party, are actually derived from my own life.

Take a story I’m currently reading and enjoying, like “The Boy Kevin” or “The Office Boy” or “The Creation of a God” by Gideon. All are told from the point of view of a guy that is masterfully dominated by a far younger, handsomer muscle guy that’s obviously a sex object. The main character is older, less physically perfect, more like the audience themselves, and clearly expresses a wish to be a “sub,” to be dominated.

(This, by the way, is why fannish stories and internet erotic fiction will never get respect in the mainstream. Imagine on the nightly news, “The world is anxiously holding its breath today for the release of the latest masterpiece by Superfister69...”)

If everybody’s reading this and going, “well, no duh, honey,” I apologize, but it always seemed more logical to me that muscle growth stories reflects wish-fulfillment on the part of the writer themselves to grow strong and desirable.

Little Big Men

I write muscle growth fiction, where I sexually admire muscular, handsome men with perfect bodies. Being a female writer sexually objectifying men the way men usually do so for women (I thoroughly enjoy the reversal and the power, by the way), I find myself asking a disturbing question: am I contributing to unrealistic standards and bad body image among men?

Well, let me explain one thing: as a former functional anorexic, I don’t believe bad body image comes from the media the way a lot of other people claim. It doesn’t come from outside, but from an internal chemistry, a combination of self-hatred and perfectionism, a desire to have control over your life. Obsessive perfectionism and self-loathing go hand-in-hand. Every single anorexic I ever knew had a 4.0 GPA.

Problems with body image don’t come from the media or from magazines. In my case, it’s about my relationship with my Mother. I grew up very chubby, and I was constantly belittled by my Mother for that reason (among others), a woman who had real problems expressing love or approval. I was made to feel worthless, and that nothing I did was good enough. Also, I was judged a “gifted” student by testing, so essentially I could never, ever come home with a “B.” According to Mom, B’s were for average, little people…which I was not.

In other words, I was trapped in a situation where being valued highly led to belittling my own achievements and good qualities.

It goes without saying how all this is connected to body image. No matter how good your thighs are, they’re not good enough. You internalize feelings of not being “good enough.” Your stomach is always, always chubby no matter how much you do, no matter how much any reasonable person thinks it looks fine. And your self-esteem is so fragile: anytime somebody said my butt looked chubby, I didn’t eat anything for three days.

So, it comes as no surprise I was a functional anorexic all through high school. To this day, I still take most of what I get in a restaurant home, and I never order desserts. Even lattes make me feel bloated.

How does all of this relate to muscle growth fiction?

Well, I’ve noticed in a lot of these stories there’s an excess, a feeling that you’re never “big enough.” Even in muscle growth art, I’ve learned to always stop reading a muscle growth comic two or three panels before the end, because that’s when they’re the brawniest and sexiest. Yet inevitably, the growth comic continues to a point that even someone with a tooth for beefcake - to say nothing of a normal person! - would consider to be grotesque or excessive. And believe me, it takes a LOT for me to say that, too, because I like men BIG!

When I write stories and post them on sites exclusively related to MG, the response I often get is “whoa, make him bigger!” To which I say, “Look, I made him 6’8” and 350 pounds. THERE IS NO “BIGGER.”

That's where my concern about adding to bad body image comes into play. Have I created a sense that "big" isn't "big enough?"

Immobilization is something I especially find disturbing. I probably sound hypocritical criticizing any fetish, because of how sexually dysfunctional and omnivorous I am. As George Burns once said, there are two things you can never argue with: what people find funny and what people find sexy. My purpose isn’t to point and say “ewww!” but rather, to call into question a few assumptions these fetishes work under.

At first, I thought immobilization was a turn-on closely related to being handcuffed, where the pleasure fantasy comes from a loss of control. If that were true, there’d be a lot more scenes in immobilization stories like from cheesy romance novels, where the hunky Pirate King captures a beautiful girl and says something like, “Ha ha, you’re my prisoner to have my way with…!” Instead, there’s a feeling of pushing the body beyond any reasonable dimension, where it’s no longer usable.

This relates to a website I’ve visited, called epiclust.com. For those not in the know, epiclust is a big penis story site. EpicLust has the distinction of being the first place I posted that wasn’t under a man’s pen name, incidentally. At first I thought epiclust was a website related to my fetish: muscle growth, only with a lot more of an emphasis on stories with male/female content. Actually, it’s more on big dicks.

I know what you’re thinking: “heh, sounds like your kinda place, Cristina.”

It’s true: I’m a size queen. I love well-endowed, ox-huge virile men. I don’t want to disappoint any of my fans that imagine me as some super-voracious cock-crazed queen, but really…if I was to make a list of the most important things in a man, a big dick wouldn’t even make the top ten. Wouldn’t even make the top fifteen. It’s nice to have, but it’s way, way behind other and far sexier characteristics.

Which is why I find epiclust bizarre. The sort of penises they fantasize about having are too large to possibly have sex with any normal earthling woman, and in fact many protagonists of the stories there are frustrated for this VERY reason. In other words, the stories aren’t about sex as such, or even fantasies about being more sexually competent.

Penis size, to men, represents masculinity and value as a man. That’s why they call it a “manhood.” That’s what leads me to believe the writers on epiclust have serious issues on a par with anorexia or bigorexia: feelings of worthlessness or anxiety about being a man.

Everything about epiclust indicates a readership that is so sex-starved that the act of sex itself becomes mythologized, almost unreal. It doesn’t matter if a dick is four feet long and thus, less likely to be pleasure-giving and more like a brutal killing weapon Vikings fight with. There’s an emphasis also on elements of sex that anyone that actually HAS sex is downright terrified of: pregnancy, for instance. Like the Bigorexia of musclegrowth sites, their fixations are pushed into transparently psychological dimensions related to self-loathing.

I will admit, there’s something kind of sexy about incest, a common epiclust theme. That’s not how it comes off on epiclust, though: it comes off as an anxiety about women. Women related to men are “safe” and nonthreatening.

Finally, I have to say a few words about the Furry phenomenon.


Psychologically, furries are an interesting and fascinating case, and if I decide to get my Master’s in Psych after I finish my MLS, I think I’d study them more in depth.

Here’s the behaviorism/Pavlovian explanation for how fetishes form. Let’s say you’re sexually aroused by something, for instance, a hot guy holding something incidental to the arousal, like (for the sake of the example) a rubber duckie. Later on, when you remember the arousal you received from the image, there’s an association made between getting turned on, and the incidental feature of the image (in this case, the rubber duckie). Enough of this happens, you might get a fetish for guys holding rubber duckies.

My mentor in the psychology department as an undergrad had actually studied and written on the furry phenomenon, and would have written a book on the subject if she hadn’t put it on hold due to cancer. Essentially, she studied furries, and found that it was different from other sexual fetishes, and didn’t form the usual way.

She found several interesting commonalities among male furries. Essentially, all of them had a similar profile: they usually had an absent father figure, suffered from social awkwardness caused by anxiety. “Furry” is less a fetish, more a “safety room” created to ease anxiety. That’s why furries comically overreact to any criticism: it’s an invasion, an intrusion into their “safety area.”

Men who are chubby chasers or who like female bodybuilders sometimes overreact this way. Their overreaction takes the form of dislike for society’s “standards of beauty.” It’s ESPN’s fault for not showing the Ms. Olympia, because of the unrealistic standards of beauty in our culture! Absolutely there’s some truth to the idea our media standards are airbrushed to an insane degree, but still…we have to be honest here. Female bodybuilders are weird looking (not a bad thing, I’d love to be one and freak people out), and reactions of disgust or bizarre fascination are to be expected, and are not offensive. Anyone who likes female bodybuilders and fat women are weird (which is not necessarily a bad thing). Please stop being sanctimonious, stop saying “everybody else” has the problem, and please have a sense of humor and laugh off any criticism.

What makes a great muscle growth story?

Muscle growth stories aren't stories in the strictest traditional sense. They are, rather, sort of like trapeze acts. Nobody worries whether a trapeze act has the traditional rising action/falling action progression because it's not about drama, but instead is an exhibition of power and eroticism. There are a few real similarities to traditional stories. For instance, there is almost always a person that is the central protagonist that represents the audience.

(Disclaimer: I try to slip in as many traditional story elements. This is because I was inspired by guys that CAN tell a good story, like Morpheus, and I think a muscle growth story should be a good, enjoyable story too, just like any other kind of escapist reading.)

In all honesty, the actual growth itself is the least interesting part of the story for me. The sexiest and most erotic questions come from asking, "okay, this guy's a muscle stud. So NOW what?"

If there's any kind of story that erotic ones most resemble, it would be horror, because the purpose of every single word is to create an atmosphere, a very primal emotion. For horror, it's fear and dread. For muscle male stories, it's an even older emotion.

ALWAYS, ALWAYS begin a muscle growth story with something erotic, or a promise of something erotic. It should be in the very first sentence. If you don't have that, just start it off with a character's randy wants or longings.

I'm trying to remember where my love of muscle guys came from, but I seem to remember this one guy I knew in Middle School at the time of my sexual awakening. His name was Ford, and he was an overdeveloped guy a head taller than nearly any other kid that year. He had immense physical development and muscles: I mostly remember he had thighs that were tree-trunk thick in soccer shorts. There were rumors he was extremely well-endowed and had a guinea pig in his pants. And he was certainly very good looking: the guy looked like Zack Morris. It goes without saying he was a great athlete. Every single girl, and I mean every single girl, was in love with him, myself included. His nicknames included "Steroids" and "Sexy Ford."

What struck me as interesting is how other guys seemed to, well, defer to him. It was totally unspoken, but it seemed when he hung around guys, his head towering over them, they didn't talk until he listened. He gave an opinion, the rest agreed.

Incidentally, for those interested in some readings involving physically perfect muscle men, I recommend a very interesting book from the 11th Century by Abu Bakr Muhammad ibn Abd al-Malik ibn Muhammad ibn Tufail al-Qaisi al-Andalusi (*gasp*). Like an 11th Century Islamic Michael Crichton, Ibn Tufail was a doctor and physician who became a bestselling novelist. His book Philosophus Autodidactus was one of the earliest known science fiction novels, and fascinatingly enough, was a story based on the scientific speculation of its day. The main character is a flawless, physically perfect and strong wild man that is created by "spontaneous generation" in a cavern. Gifted both mentally and physically, the stud's hard bod runs naked in the jungle, getting all sun-bronzed...until he has contact with some sailors.

Interestingly enough, the novel described resurrection as possible using medical techniques.

Rob Schneider: Muscle Growth Hero?

When I have to summarize the plot of a muscle growth story, a great many of them sound like plots for a Rob Schneider movie. It doesn't help that Rob Schneider himself generally looks like the Omega Male "before" in a muscle growth story.

In fact, I've noticed when reviewing stories, I start to sound like that hilarious South Park fake Rob Schneider trailers. "Derp de derpity derp da derp. Until one day derp de derp...a teetily tum! Da derp dee derp teetlee derpee dumb!"

(It's interesting to note that after that parody, Rob Schneider never really got another starring movie. There's such a thing as a parody that was so spot-on that what it parodied was torpedoed forever. I know I can't take seriously RENT after "Everybody Has AIDS.")

In fact, a lot of muscle growth stories do come off as Rob Schneider movies. Something weird happens to a guy that's barely explained, and he's transformed. Except instead of turning into an animal or a carrot or whatever, and used for comedy, it's all about the sexuality.

In fact, it occurs to me if Hollywood ever DID make a muscle growth story, it would be done not as a sexy transformation story but as a comedy.

I think it's also worth noting that the very studly, virile Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson (the only good looking professional wrestler in history) looks like a sexy, muscular, grown version of Rob Schneider. Coincidence...?

Story Reviews: The Office Boy, Future of Man

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Let me say the first thing I like about it that comes right to mind: it's a story broken up into several parts that actually finishes. It doesn't meander around aimlessly forever. Hallelujah! This story actually has a real ending with real resolution, as opposed to an ending created whenthe writer just gets bored with the whole concept.



The Office Boy is a story all about how sexy power relations and imbalances are, with a dopey office worker whose life is taken over by his erotic fixation with a young superstud office boy of the title that commands him with his body and sexual power, like a man-on-man version of a Film Noir, with our young stud definitely in the topper position.



Here's something I've always wondered when I read stories of this type: do the people that read this imagine themselves as the young handsome stud, or as the weakling ordinary older guy that he dominates?



I'd argue that the way this fantasy works is by contrast, so it's fundamentally all about the stud guy. He's worshipped. The reason he's paired up with some wuss that he controls is to show how virile and masculine and commanding the stud is, an alpha male compared to some scraggler. That kind of worshipful desire is probably, to my mind, indicative that most people identify with the muscle guy and not his weakling buttbuddy.



(By the way, when I read romantic books, I generally root for the man. Not only because romance heroines tend to be annoying, but also because it seems the men have to strive more. Then again, maybe I'm overthinking it, and I got a crossed wire somewhere. )

As for the story itself, it is a very sexy read.

The thing I like about it is the very real tenderness between the sexy young stud. It takes a while to show up, but it's there. Compared to the grunting, nasty version of human sexuality seen in these stories, some real tenderness is a wonderful thing.

The length of the story allows the writer to develop his idea most fully. It's got more ideas than the usual story of this type.

The prose style has some incredibly hot descriptions that just speak for themselves:

Then he pulled out and fell on top of me on the bed. And he fell asleep, right on top of me. Even though he was crushing me with his huge body, I didn’t want to move him. I wanted to feel him, to smell his sweat, to feel his huge muscles on top of me, to feel the muscles of a total man. I will probably never have that experience again, having 245 pounds of solid muscle sleeping on top of me. Even though he was sleeping, his muscles were firm and solid. I could feel the ridges of his pecs, the huge size of his legs that crushed my own skinny legs, the huge thickness of his shoulders. His chest and abs went up and down as he breathed and I could feel every breath. I licked his skin and tasted the salty sweat from his hard workout. Our bodies were so close, so together. It was almost like Alex was a part of me. A huge muscular stud that was a part of me. I was hard the whole time. I was in heaven. After about a half hour, he grunted and rolled over. Finally I went to sleep again.

Future of Man is another interesting story that's worth a second look.

Read it here.

The basic jist of this story is, a muscle stud from the future, Thor (great name!) comes and challenges mankind to everything, from baseball to sex. He's a very sexy, exotic stud, half Icelandic, half-African. "His balance was so perfect he actually performed ballet so beautifully he made men weep." There were a few other great moments. The story was an aggressive fantasy of a super alpha dog, and it's worth reading if you like that sort of thing.

Story Reviews: Sk8r Dreams

Sk8r Dreams Part 1

I can't say enough good things about "Sk8r Dreams," which is definitely worth a second look. The story is about a young kid that discovers a computer disk with a sim-like program that turns him into a super alpha male, in his own words, a 6'6", 300 pounder. In the story's own words:

So what did he want? Someone who would be hell popular, did all the stuff he wished he could do, and was really cool. He went into personality and turned his character into a real extrovert, strong willed and extremely likable. Then he went into prefences, he got stuck for a while. Then he decided to have a gay character, very interested in guys, rap and skating. He gave his sim knowledge about computers, skateboards, sex, and few other things he thought might be useful. Then he bumped the IQ up to 160. He also bumped up the sim's sexual prowess and desires. James saved all his changes and went back to the main screen. He pressed the begin button, only as he was pressing it did he glance at the 'cheap' graphic that had been pushed to the side by the options. It was a perfect image of him, cept the clothes the image was wearing were different from his own. A tupac tee-shirt, baggy 3/4 pants, a heavy chain ran from a belt loop down his pants, and he assumed into his back pocket. This brief observation took place in a second.

The sexiest part of the story is the streetwise, brassy attitude, exploring punk and skater subcultures with a muscle twist. It has a definite place and location, which is a great strength of it. If you ever want to get your subculture associated with sex, just get your guys to work out with hardcore iron! In that sense, Sk8r Dreams does for skaters what the Firefighters Calendar does for firefighters.

The best element, the one I thought was the most innovative, was the idea of the GUI that lets you change your character around. Sk8r Dreams wasn't the first to have this, but it was the best, in the sense that it made the main character very different.

Stories with high school age protagonists are interesting in that they seem to have this axis of Jock and Nerd. You're either one or the other. This, incidentally, is a very jock way of looking at High School: you're either one of them or a "fag." More stories should be about the rest of the gang: punks, goths, stoners, and the rest.

Predictably enough, our hero proceeds to go on and live the dream: get himself a harem of gay muscleboys.

If there is any critique, it is that the worst punishment any character could receive is to be transformed into a woman. Bros before hos, huh? Guys start off life hating girls, and that doesn't change, they just get horny.

Still, a very endearing element of this story is the palpable feeling this is the author's fantasy come to life. In one part, a character says 'Hello there, nice shoes wanna fuck?' which he always wanted to say," you can almost feel the author, behind his monitor, going "tee hee hee."

The Big Dragonverse

Disappointingly enough, not many people have picked up on the fact that most of my erotic fiction and muscle stories are actually set in the same universe and there is a lot of give-and-take between the stories.

Each story contributed one big element.

BIG DRAGON kicked the whole thing off, gets everybody off into the swing of things, and introduced the idea of the reality-changing rings.

CONFESSIONS OF A MUSCLE STUD GROUPIE, among other things, introduced the idea of Beast-Gods, the weird ancient history of the universe, and the mystery-project headed by the as yet unknown Tsarina. It also gave the first clues as to the Big Dragon rings' origins.

ARMS OF STEEL: THE LOST CRUSADE gave us Teddy Roosevelt (a major figure whose backstory was hinted at), the nation of Rupalistan, and discussed the idea of the "Dreamtime." It also established that Emil, from Funbird's story, is definitively in the "Big Dragonverse."

MY BOYFRIEND IS A BARBARIAN! has a connection to the rest of the stories that is, as yet, unrevealed but will be more apparent as the serial story continues.

BIG DRAGON III, BIG DRAGON: MODERN THESEUS is a story in progress, and has many more connections to the rest that are as yet unrevealed. This is where everything gets put together. There are connections to ARMS OF STEEL, not just a casual mention of Rupalistan.


One might argue all this is unecessary for what are, basically, fuck stories about muscle gods. Maybe that's true...but the sex stories I always liked were ones like Morpheus. Now, I don't share his fetish for transfer, but Morpheus wrote the best fetish fiction around, because he had stories with a definite beginning, middle and end, long-term development, and he had surprising, unpredictable characters. I said to myself, "hey, I'd like to write stories like that."