Just some new stories when writing in my free time. Don't know how often I'll post.
Just trying to get back into drawing. Really wish I had a scanner but hopefully pictures taken with my phone aren't too bad. Nor do I really know where to post them.
For AGYMSE's chroniweek (https://muscle-growth.org/blogs/entry/727-chroniweek/)
What’d you do to me?!’
“It worked?” Jeff reread the text message a few more times. He’d just downloaded something called the Chronivac and decided to give it a test run. Having no idea what to type, he just thought of one of the most absurd things that he could think of, ‘Zack Tipton likes to do what I tell him.’ It was just a dumb joke that he’d always kind of wanted to take seriously. After all the years of bullying in high school, he had quite a few fantasies about being able to control the jerky jock.
‘Tell me what you did,’ another text message appeared on his phone again. ‘Tell me how I have your stupid fucking number in my phone and why I feel like I’m thinking about you right now! Don’t make me beat it out of you!’
‘Send me a pic of yourself.’ Jeff felt like he was testing the limits but he wanted to see if it would actually work. It did. Zack had taken a picture of himself and sent it to Jeff. He was in a locker room, obviously just finished working out. He’d stayed in pretty good shape despite not continuing into college.
Zack had always been in shape. He snapped a pic and showed off his trim sweaty build. His trim waist and lithe muscles made him easy to spot on any field. Though his sport of choice was soccer. He loved keeping his lean form and running around with the other guys. He’d used the gym more to keep himself active than to actually grow. But even though he wasn’t a 300 pound giant, that didn’t mean he couldn’t easily pick on Jeff.
‘Why’d I do that?’ Zack texted again. ‘What’s going on?’
Jeff ignored it and went back to the Chronivac. He couldn’t believe what had happened. Thoughts ran through his mind even more. And with each addition text message Zack sent him, Jeff felt a rush of delight. ‘Zack will gain 30 pounds of muscle in the next 30 seconds.’
Jeff stared at the clock. Those 30 seconds felt so much longer than any before. But he waited. Then waited another 10, which were immediately followed by a text from Zack. ‘What the fuck was that!? What’d happened to me! Did you do something?’
Even just through text, Zack sounded panicked. His leaner 170 pound frame must have bulked up so much. ‘Send a picture,’ Jeff typed. As soon as it changed from sent to read, he saw the picture starting to load on his phone. “Shit…” he cursed to himself. His free hand drifted between his legs as he looked at the picture.
“No way…” Jeff pawed at his crotch. Zack had indeed grown 30 pounds of muscle on top of what he had. The lean fit physique had bulked up to something far more professional. His arms were filling out while his chest pushed hard against the sleeveless shirt he was wearing. At 200 pounds every part of him bulged and looked defined instead of just being a bit more of an average physique.
“So big…” Jeff was nearly salivating at the idea. He had so much control and could make Zack even bigger. ‘I’m going to do it again. Take off your shirt and shorts. Then start filming. Send the video to me when you’re done.’
A series of texts begging for him to not do it flooded Jeff’s phone. He didn’t care. There were plenty of times when Jeff had told him to stop and didn’t. Why should this be any different? ‘Zack will gain another 30 pounds of muscle over the next 30 seconds.’ However before he hit enter, another idea popped into his mind. ‘He’s views growing bigger in as highly sexual.’
Jeff grinned at the idea he’d had. He’d found it hard not to touch himself, but he wanted to save it for the video. This 30 seconds felt even longer than the last. He was just so excited to see what was going to happen. To see Zack get even bigger. Fuck; just to see him shirtless!
His phone dinged for a new message and it was the video. He clicked it instantly and started watching it. “Fuck,” he groaned seeing the defined muscles on his bully. Then the growth started. He felt his dick throb with anticipation. Seeing Zack’s already large defined muscles start to grow even more was wilder than he thought. They pulsed. Each time pulling in ever so slightly then growing larger. Broader. Fuller. He could see the veins transporting heavy amounts of blood and oxygen to keep up.
Zack’s breathing became labored with each addition pulse of his body. But they just kept growing. The thick biceps rounded even further. His wide shoulders pushed out further from his sides. His chest looked heavy and bloated but his waist remained trimmed to fit a 30 inch waist while the six solid bumps in front of him only grew darker shadows. The growth continued down to his widening thighs. Each of those quads showed through his skin then bumped up against the ones in his other legs.
But what pleased Jeff most of all was the hard dick straining in Zack’s underwear as he tried to be upset with growing to the size of a bodybuilder. The huge inflated muscles would be a bit to handle but he clearly enjoyed feeling their size and strength. Whatever plateau he had reached on his own was now probably going to be a light warm up.
‘Come to my place,’ Jeff texted. ‘I have a few more ideas I’d like to try out.’
Gabe didn’t know why he went to the New Years party. After he’d broken up with his girlfriend he felt like nothing in the world was really going for him. If anything he just wanted to sit around at home and sulk on the holiday instead of spending it out with his friends. It’s more that they all seemed to be couples while he would be there alone.
Even as midnight was coming closer and closer, he could see them starting to split off with each other. Their larger groups kept getting smaller and smaller until it was just the couples. Gabe took his leave to the kitchen and grabbed himself another drink. The beer was for the party, but the liquor was in clear view. “Don’t mind if I do…” he muttered to himself as he poured himself a couple of shots of whiskey into his plastic cup.
“Having fun?” Brayden asked as he stood in the doorway. He was the only other single person there.
“I guess,” Gabe shrugged. “Guess it’s better than being at home. But didn’t realize how awkward I’d feel either…”
“Cause everyone’s paired off? Well I’m alone too,” Brayden smiled. He was being a bit coy about it.
Gabe let out a laugh. “Not really my type,” he said. “Need a bit more in the chest.” He motioned at his pecs pretending they were boobs.
“Oh? Is that all?” Brayden joked back.
“Let’s just say, it’s a bit of a start,” maybe it was the alcohol but Gabe found himself joking with Brayden a bit more than he normally would. He’d always known the guy had a crush on him. Then again, Gabe figured that about most everyone. He was a handsome guy. When he’d hit his growth spurt in high school, it allowed him to really pack on the muscle. Girls all over the school would ask him out and he’d normally just use them for practice. He’d gotten a bit of a big head about it, but when his last girlfriend broke up with him it was different.
She was the one who stopped the relationship. It was the first time he’d taken it seriously and she was just using him. It hurt. And now he was a bit conflicted about it. Gabe shook his head trying to get back down to reality. Brayden still seemed to be saying something but he wasn’t really listening. Even when he tried to it was like it was some other language.
“But yeah,” Gabe tried to think of something to change the subject. But his brain seemed to have slowed. ‘Just how much was in that?’ he questioned looking at his cup again. His eyes drifted back over to Brayden. Something about him seemed a bit off. He looked different. Gabe didn't know why but something about him looked more masculine. Maybe more muscular. Brayden wasn't exactly known for ever working out but the sleeves of his shirt seemed to be a bit tighter than just a few moments ago.
“Something wrong?” Brayden asked. He still had a bit of a coy smile on him as he said it. But now there was more confidence behind his eyes. For some reason Gabe couldn’t look away. He felt locked in place.
Gabe took a drink to compensate for the long silence he was giving. “No,” he said. “Nothing’s wrong. Just kind of distracted.”
“Distracted?” Brayden seemed to have known the answer but wanted Gabe to answer it.
He swallowed hard. “Yeah…” something about Brayden was different he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. The guy was always kind of short but it didn’t seem that way anymore. If anything, Gabe was starting to look up. He shook his head. ‘That’s not right…’ but concentrating was just getting harder to do.
“It’s almost midnight. Maybe there was something you wanted to ask me?”
Brayden stepped closer. He was taller. Gabe backed against the sink. He felt like he was staring up at a giant. But looking down, he realized that he was getting smaller. His butt knocked against the cabinet behind him. “What’s… What’s going on?” he stammered looking at the rest of his body. It was like his muscles were slowly pulling in one themselves. That he was rapidly losing weight.
The thick cords of muscle that held him together seemed to be gone. He looked back at Brayden. “What do you mean?” his thick hands grabbed the sink, locking Gabe in place. His thick broad muscles easily blocked any exit. His muscles pulsed then filled his shirt even more. They pushed hard against the sleeves and looked like they were about to knock a button undone. “Do I not have enough in my chest?” he flexed his pecs. They bounced behind his button up shirt.
“Nu-no… It’s not that,” Gabe felt his body squirming. Thoughts he’d always made fun of other guys were storming into his head. Maybe it was the cologne, seeing the thick handsome beard rounding his masculine face, or how his voice would send a shiver down Gabe’s spine, but Gabe couldn’t stop thinking about Brayden.
“10! 9! 8!” the countdown had started.
“C’mon,” Brayden whispered into Gabe’s ear. “What do you say. It’s just a kiss…”
Gabe’s knees went weak as Brayden nuzzled his hairy face against his neck. The motion moved around to his face. Their mouths were mere inches apart. “3!” another inch gone. “2!” Now or never. “1!” Gabe leaned in and accepted the kiss. His small hands gripped Brayden’s strong abs. He could feel each of the six lumps through his shirt. They moved up towards his thick pecs and squeezed.
All the while Brayden was leading the kiss. Pushing his tongue deep inside of Gabe’s mouth and rolling it around. He could feel Gabe giving in more and more. Allowing him to take charge. His hands gripped the sink. “Pretty good for not being your type right?”
Gabe blushed at his former comment. “Well maybe you’re a bit more my type than I thought…”