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    Muscle, macro, size difference.
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    5' 9", 192lbs
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    Idk really
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    ... let's just say out of this world
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    Justin the bigger the better
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    Nasser El Sonbaty, Greg Kovak, Markhus Ruhl, Alexey Lesukov
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    Umm... beyond muscle...?

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  1. Hey guys so I have a question for you all. I suffer from depression, especially in this season. Just want to be up front about that. I hear so many guys talk about the gym being their home, their getaway from things. They feel strong and powerful there, even when the world is less then kind. I really want the gym to be that place for me... When I'm in the gym though... I feel inadequate, like I don't belong. I hear about the endorphin rush people get. I have never felt that. I'm familiar with the term "ego lifting" and it's not a out I want to fall into but when I have a 145lb bench crash down on a 6th rep to the safeties and I have to do the roll of shame while the guy next to me is benching 460lbs I can't help but feel a little lesser in comparison. I can't even imagine him being my size, and even if he did never can I see him feeling how I feel. Further, and I am smart enough to know it's counterproductive, I cheat on my diet when my mood swings too much because at least it's something. I don't think I'd go so far as to say I binge usually but I will have something bad. A donut, chinese food instead of my planned dinner... Does anyone feel like this. I feel like every gym goer who's gone as long as I have (I'm going on about 3 years now) always looks fucking fantastic, and is loving every minute of the gym. I think my coach is getting frustrated about it to which makes me feel worse but if I give up it's just another thing I failed at. Did anyone ever feel like this, struggle with these feelings and of so how did you pull out of it? Any help would be greatly appreciated
  2. Astromuscle

    Muscle Daddy - Chapter 1

    Astromuscle: Ok @canon and I have both been a little on the busy side but as promised, here's the second part. The Visit As I got there, Mark showed me around his house: his and his dad’s bedroom, the bathrooms, a jacuzzi, an office room and a big living room. The kitchen was also very roomy and there was enough food in it to feed an army. After the first pass through the house he opened a new door and told me to follow him downstairs to a private room. What hit me first was a very manly smell that caused me to get hard instantly. I was really surprised to not only find another bedroom but also a fully equipped gym with a huge mirror wall, a small juice booth with a lot of supplements and a big sofa in the corner of the room. Looking around I noticed that the bench and the squat rack were loaded and the bar was slightly bent from the heavy weights. I asked him if all the heavy weights and protein powder were his. He just smiled knowingly and said that he usually works out at the college or the nearby gym and not here. Everything I saw here was his dads’. I just looked at him in shock with my mouth open again. Suddenly after checking his phone he tells me that one of his friends had an emergency and needs a lift somewhere and asks if I would want to come, or if I'd prefer to stay and try to get settled. I told him that I would stay here and get comfortable, and I went over to the other room in the basement, which was supposedly my room. As I set down my bags and made my bed I hear Mark head out the door. Now that I am alone I walked around the gym, imagining how big his dad must be, using the ridiculously heavy weights I can see in the room. I start getting a boner as I see some used briefs and a torn tank top on the floor. My eyes almost pop out of their sockets when I see the shirt is a 3XL. It couldn’t be Mark’s, big as he was it would drape over him like a canopy. I step closer, picking it up and smelling the fabric. It has such a sweaty, manly smell and my penis gets hard at the combined scent and thought of what someone who wears that must look like, not to mention rip it. My cock keeps growing down my left leg, pinned inside my pants. I may not be big in other areas, but having a large cock was definitely something i revelled in. It would always makes me feel very proud of myself, especially recently in the gym locker room. I eventually decide I want to take a tour upstairs again, going up and finding the main laundry. My mind is racing about this legendary dad who must be a true beast, and now my eyes pick up on things I hadn’t done before. One whole cupboard was filled with every supplement I had heard of, and some that I didn’t even recognise. One even looked foreign. As I keep looking I went to the fridge. I had noted earlier that it was full, but looking closer I now saw that while there were some fresh produce, I saw a lot of meats of different varieties, as well as cottage cheese, greek yogurt. The cupboards had tuna and flaked chicken, lentils, beans and rice. I was never a bodybuilder myself but I did know enough out of sheer lust for them to know exactly what most of this stuff was. My god this is all protein, and high carb foods. Building blocks of muscle. Next I moved on to the living room. One large couch sat across from a very large TV. The couch itself looked very well used. It was odd, since it didn't look old per say but the middle cushion sagged down and looked about as flat as a pancake. A couple shaker cups littered the table, all empty and some of the dumbbells from downstairs were also up here. The lowest weight I saw was 80lbs and my dick did a twitch, trying to free itself from my pants. It took me both my hands and heaving back to lift the weight adequately, which sent my mind reeling. Ok so his dad brings weights up here for while he’s watching TV. If this is the lowest weight then it must be for the smallest muscles. Does he bicep curl these monsters?! I take my dick out of my pants and begin massaging it as I look at the den of someone who I figure must be from my imagination. I close my eyes a little as I slip into my own thoughts trying to visualize Mark’s dad. Picturing a masculine muscle guy like Mark and then morphing his muscles big enough to handle the weights around the house. *Boom* A loud noise came from the back door into the kitchen. I can hear heavy footsteps, and am not sure if it’s my roommate or not, but I know if anyone sees me like this I’m going to be in trouble. I shove my cock haphazardly into my pants and rush down the stairs as quietly as I can, though it didn’t end up being that quiet. I make it downstairs, winded. Looking down I noticed my cock is still half way down my left leg. I try to cover it up and make it disappear, but having a big cock also has some disadvantages. I hear the footsteps thumping again and it is making my heart race. My heart beating isn’t exactly helping the boner go down. God damnit. I listen now and think that the footsteps and creaking sound louder than when Mark left, making me think this must be the dad. My penis twitches, as if trying to find a way out so it can see for itself. I hear the footsteps approach the top of the stairs, and the stairs creaking heavy as he comes down them slowly. I go to hide in my room, too shy to be seen alone here with a huge boner, but too interested not to peek. One massive foot slams down into view, extending over the edge of the stairs. I can hear the stair creak as I watch even the shoe seem to cry out as weight is being transferred to that foot, the next foot comes down, this time I get to see the calf. The dad was clearly wearing shorts because his calf was exposed. Or he’s naked I think but shove the thought away, he’s wearing shoes after all. The man’s lower leg is thick and strong, and becomes so much bigger halfway up where his calf starts, exploding out in all directions. I can see the muscles bunch and work as weight moves to that leg instead. Two more steps and the bottom of his quads came into view, even his knees were thickly built, but it was still not enough to prepare me for how big his thighs would be. They came out hard at the knee, bulky and thickening as they travelled up his leg to what I was beginning to think of as the promised land. Unfortunately that’s where his shorts started and I couldn’t see the upper half of his thighs. I was so disappointed. I realised he was still coming down the stairs and turned away from the door. I was breathing heavy even just at what I had glimpsed. That was the biggest person I had ever seen in my life, bigger than any person I had seen in the gym. His size put him up there with the biggest that I had masturbated to online even, and he was real, just on the other side of the door. My cock was twitching into overdrive and I became scared I might cum right there. I had to turn around and take a break from watching him. Then I could finally hear him stepping down onto the landing and walking around a little. “Mark? Are you down here?” His voice was so deep, manly, almost like a growl. It had a little roughness to it, but otherwise it was a deep bass and strong. I almost moaned but I caught myself and covered my mouth. I prayed he wouldn’t come in here and see me like this. After a minute of walking around and moving some things around I can hear a grunt.I figured the dad must have started lifting some weights, and my curiosity got the better of my common sense. I slowly sneak over to the door and I turn to get a better look at what is happening inside the weight room. What I can see, I can barely believe. Right in the middle of the weight room stands the most massively muscled beast I have ever seen. My eyes didn’t know where to look at first, because all I saw were bulky muscles on top of more muscles. All of this was made even more clear because he was not wearing a shirt. The only clothing was the shorts that half covered his massive thighs. His back was so thick and wide, lats coming from so far out and curving down and in to a narrow waist. I was wondering why he didn’t fall over. My gaze fell lower, back to his quads. Holy shit. Those are fucking tree trunks. His thighs each were almost bigger than his waist. You could clearly see the outline of some really heavy Hamstrings, striations leading into his shorts. At the other end of where I knew those lines would lead were two globes that formed a large, hard as steel ass big enough the shorts looked like they were straining to hide it from my view. I followed the spine up his back, muscles exploding out to either side as they grabbed hold of the bones for support, but came out after for space to hold their mass. Huge traps popped out at the top of his back, and converged on the back of his head. If he had a neck, I couldn’t see it. To either side were two massive shoulders formed on that were almost the size of small watermelons and anchored two of the biggest, most ripped and vascular arms I have ever seen. He was doing curls, and swear I could see his arms swell up bigger with every rep. His triceps were so visible and thick, they were blocking my view of his biceps a little. Each curl was accompanied by soft moans and grunts that made my cock throb and twitch hard. Looking at that muscle beast was like seeing a living and breathing 3D anatomy chart, and I was studying it like I was about to take a final exam. After what seemed like an eternity, Dad put the weights down with a loud boom and went straight into a double biceps pose. FUUUUUCK. Those bicep peaks are almost higher than his head. He turned around slightly to find the best lighting to show off his huge guns, making the shadows between his biceps and triceps even darker and more pronounced. From where he was now I could see his face. He had a military cut head, cleanly buzzed that lead into a trimmed and well kept beard, thick but shorter. The square jawline was still visible and made his face look so much harder. Altogether, he was the picture of masculinity and handsomeness. He turned towards the mirror again and began shaking his quads. I could hear the muscles move on his leg left and right until he flexed them, at which point the thigh became a solid mass of crevices and peaks of strength. Fuck he’s so fucking massive. Is he even human? Big, thick muscular legs were always a huge turn on for me, and his were like something beyond what even I had dreamed were possible. He straightened up and stretched a little and my heart skipped a beat. He might be leaving the room, and there I was in the doorway, staring at him pose without making a sound or introducing myself. My heart almost stopped as I thought he caught me. Then I was shocked to see what happened next. Before my eyes I saw the dad lower his shorts and pull out a semi hard cock. It flopped big and heavy into his hand, almost as big as the silicone dick men online, but I’ve heard that doing that takes away the sensitivity, and judging by his face at his own touch that was not the case. He swirled it around once or twice with one hand, the other posing and cupping his own muscle until finally he was at full mast, magnificent and huge jutting from his body. Veins twisted around it more so than on his arms, which I hadn’t thought possible, leading to a mushroom head that looked so swollen at the tip of it all, adding an extra 2 inches to the length. His hands were clearly big but even still his dick was large in them. He brought down both hands on his dick and even then couldn’t cover the whole shaft. He begins jerking it off, and before I even realise mine is out of my pants and I’m doing the same. Eventually the dad returned to posing and jacking off, making the whole display hotter as I stroke my member, trying to savour what I saw without making noise. Eventually the beast reaches down and his hand goes to his asshole, putting one large finger in. I moan and my body buckles, ready for the next part, although everything shuts down when both our eyes open at the noise. Dad looks at me, dick in his hand, and steps back, falling over and hitting his head on a bench. OMG I don’t know which is worse, the first time he saw me I was jacking to him, or that now I hurt him. I tuck my dick away as best I can in a flash and rush over, nervous but also needing to check if hes ok. “Man I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have been doing that, you were just working out and-” I decide it might be better to stop talking about it and I help him up, biting my lip at the feel of his back muscles hard and flexed in my hand and the heaviness of his weight as I try to help him. “Fuck man where did you even come from?” He shakes his head. “You can’t just jack off to the sight of people man. Who are you even?” As I was about to say something we both hear footsteps coming down the stairs. “You down here Dad? Tommy?” We both look at each other and then at our hard dicks. I panic and grab a heavy dumbbell nearby, just lifting it enough to clear the Dad’s body and get it to the other side of him, taking my body with it. I land over his crotch with my own, both our dicks rubbing together as the weight thuds on the other side. “Shit man I’m so sorry.” I look over at the dad from where I am as Mark enters the gym room. “I thought I could handle the weight, I guess I was just cocky, and maybe wanted to try to show off, you were throwing these weights around like it was nothing. I should just go probably.” The dad looks down at me, confused but when his son enters the room and doesn’t notice their boners he clues into what I did. “Buddy listen, it’s fine I guess I can see where you are coming from, can’t say I might not have done the same in your position but man you gotta do things the right way. Talk to me and tell me where you are at, and we might be able to work something out, but promise me you will never try something like that again.” “I promise sir.” My god did he imply he might be gay? He may have been keeping up the act, but what if he meant it! Mark coughs a little form where he stands. “Were you going to get off him Tommy?” I look down at our crotches, neither of our dicks having gone down at all, especially with the added pressure of the other dicks against it. I reach the hand away from Mark down on the dad’s abs, as if for support then i fake a slip. My hand shoots down the dad’s shorts and I grab his dick, it’s so veiny and huge, and pulses at the new visitor but I try to keep my head. I quickly shove it around and behind one of his thighs. It offers some resistance but it’s long enough that I manage it quickly and recover my hand. I get up, facing directly away from Mark and tuck my dick into my waistband and over it with a thankfully loose shirt. I turn to Mark, seeing if my trick had worked. “Mark, your dad hit his back pretty hard off the bench just now. Do you have like some muscle relaxing gel or something?” Mark thinks deeply for a minute. He doesn’t seem to notice we are rock hard, that’s a good sign at least. After a moment the dad pipes up, “In the upstairs medicine cabinet. The boys right. Could you go grab it for me please Mark?” Mark nods and heads off up the stairs. “That was some quick thinking there Tommy. I’m Rent by the way.” He holds out his large hand and I shake it, enjoying how hard and calloused it is and how big it feels against mine. “You are the new roommate I hear so much about. Not much for first impressions are you?” I look terrified now that Mark is gone. I have returned back to this giant of a man, the man of my dreams and fantasies berating me because I couldn’t keep it in my pants. That is until he reaches down and grabs my dick with one hand, his own with the other, and begins jacking us both off. “What are you doing! I’m so sorry but I’m really confused now!” My mind is racing, the big man’s actions not matching his words. “Mark is going to be back down here any second and these beasts aren’t going to go soft in that time unless we cum. We were both at the edge anyways.” He picks up the speed he is going, ripped bulbous biceps lengthening and tightening with each motion. He plays with his chest a little and smiles as he looks over at me and shows off. That proved too much for me and I came on the floor in front of me. Now Rent began to focus more on himself. He spread his legs and began using his other hand on his dick as well. I could hear Mark upstairs and knew we didn’t have too much longer. I go over to Rent and put my fragile thin arm next to his. Mine looks like the bone that MIGHT be strong enough to support the sheer muscle Rent had. I put my leg against his for good measure and show him how big he is. “You’re so big, I can’t believe it. I can’t even compare, your arm could hold 5 of mine, legs too.” Rent grunts as his eyes roll back. Thick white goop shoots from the end of his cock against the wall and floor. I so want to enjoy the sight but I already messed up once today because of my lust and I was not about to do it again. I grab some nearby towels and make quick work wiping up our mess. As I pass I nudge Rent who is coming back to his senses. “Hunch over, you’re hurt remember?” Rent nods his head, traps stretching and then bunching at the movement and he bends over as if his back was weak. Seems more just like a realistic representation of how that big upper part would weigh down over that thin waist. Those abs are big, but it looks ridiculous to think they can hold up that giant piece of perfection. Mark comes back just as I drop the towels into the hamper, the hamper itself has a scent I recognise as a cum smell. Clearly this was common fair, except for the interruptions. The idea of him coming down regularly to work out and then worship his own muscles was so hot I felt my dick ask if it was time for round 2. I pushed the idea from my head and started to think of gross things that would keep me soft. Mark hands over the gel stuff to his dad and gets a thank you. Rent excuses himself to go apply it, saying he should cut his workout short due to his back. “Thanks for this Mark, and it was… interesting meeting you Tommy. Welcome to my home.” He smiles a little and leaves. “Do you want to work out then?” Mark asks. “Man I think after how badly I botched that I better call it too. I don’t feel hurt, but I don’t want to risk it” Mark wished me well and I went over to my room. I couldn’t believe what had just happened and my mind was exhausted. I crawled into my bed for a nap. I fell asleep with a boner at the thoughts of living with Rent, and also at the sounds of Mark working out in the other room.
  3. Astromuscle

    Muscle Daddy - Chapter 1

    Next chapter is on the way, we promise
  4. Astromuscle

    Gym Confessor

    I'm not even that big, although I have lost about 65lbs in the past 2 years or so and people do this to me, usually the friendly coworkers who I know try to go to the gym and stuff, but I never bring it up. It makes me sad because I know they are disappointed that they can't go for reasons or just personal choices and I feel like they have turned me into their beacon of "go to the gym or feel bad" and that's not what I want
  5. Thanks for following man.

    I;m just starting with the irl muscle gain and such, but glad to find someone as obsessed as I am ;)


  6. Happy Birthday man! May you hopefully grow large on your birthday! Make sure to make a wish ;)

  7. Astromuscle

    Muscle-Growth's 2nd Annual Storiversary

    I'll take April 15th, right after hempmonkey Same rules as last year?
  8. Astromuscle

    The group needs an icon!

    like is it one of the clubs on here?
  9. Astromuscle

    The group needs an icon!

    What is this group i feel like I need to be in it
  10. you know arpeejay, you are decent sized, you are clearly going to the gym, and you are going for muscle I'm sure

    I don't think I've ever seen a pic of you. Have you posted any?

    1. arpeejay


      These are current (and some of 'em I've posted here; profile pic, for example.) Recently I joined the 2nd decade of the 21st Century (now that it's almost over) and joined Instagram (now that IT is almost over.)

      My account is here: https://www.instagram.com/arpeejaay/










    2. Astromuscle


      nice wide back my friend. looking good

  11. Astromuscle

    This is a poll.

    I feel like there is definitely some overlap in these options
  12. Astromuscle

    Chuck the Size Thief

    What happens if chuck finds the molten core of our planet...
  13. Astromuscle

    Good cut length

    Hey guys. So I am trying to lose weight, as I am about 220 lbs and like 29% bf. I have been trying to lose weight for a while (and to be fair I used to be 260 lbs so like I have gotten improvement, but i have been stuck here for a month or two). I think part of my problem is that I don't have a solid goal, because I simply don't know what is reasonable or attainable. Anyways that's a little beside the point I am making. I think my main problem beyond that is my eating. I eat clean mostly with the exception too many cheat meals. I rationalize all these because I hate cutting, and am partially just afraid of losing what muscle I actually have. I would much rather be trying to bulk and build muscle, but I understand that at my current state I REALLY should be cutting. That's why I want to set an end day. I want to set a length of time that for better or worse will be my day to switch to a bulk. It may not be a long cut, that can be determined, but I think I will find the cut easier if I had an end date in mind. So what would be a good length of time for a proper cut? Also if someone could give some tips or something for a cut that would be amazing too. Thank you in advance for all your help. I want to be huge like all the people I see on here, but step one is getting to a place where you can SEE the muscle.
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    Chapter 15: Resurrection Daniel was sitting in horticulture. He blinked a couple times, looking around. It was the day of the massacre. Daniel saw the seats around the room. Neither Mark, nor Margaret were in their seats. Daniel's heart raced. The massacre was going to happen any minute. Margaret hadn't travelled back far enough. Margaret would be in the greenhouse he assumed, and Mark was already gone to the washroom. Daniel checked his phone for the time. There was only a couple of minutes left. This was when Daniel would leave to go find Mark. Mark would confess his love and die. Daniel began to get up, but then stopped. Should he stay and save Zeke? He was teaching normally at the front of the class. He did seem to be teaching normally, but he did look a lot at Daniel. Seconds ticked by as Daniel sat, not knowing where to go. Eventually Zeke looked over at Daniel questioningly. "Daniel, would you do me a favour and go see what is keeping Mark. He seems to be taking a while." Daniel got up from his seat. "Sir, with all due respect I think I am better off staying here." Daniel fixed him with a stare. "If you would let me, I would like to talk to Margaret for a minute." Zeke blinked a couple of times, and checked the clock in the room. "Go ahead, I guess." He looked very confused but Daniel took the opportunity to slip into the greenhouse. Margaret was at the far end, curled up on the ground. Daniel ran up and knelt down in front of her. Tears were streaming down her eyes. "I messed up, I was thinking about the massacre when I jumped. I didn't think about the day before. It's too fast." Daniel brought her into an embrace. "Margaret, it's fine, we have enough time. Just be ready, things are gonna happen any second now." They both held their breath, as if Daniel saying it would summon the explosions. They let their breaths out, and looked at each other. Then the explosions began. --------------- Robert was now at least 10 ft tall. The teacher hadn't even attempted to stop him when he had tried to leave class, which is good because he wasn't going to have any of that. He ran down the halls. His class was rather far from the horticulture room where the others were, and navigating the walls of the building was becoming hard at his height. The study building was made to house him, this school clearly wasn't. He was still on the second floor, though almost above the horticulture room when the explosions started. Robert was used to the fall by now. Spreading his feet wide and putting his arms up to catch debris as he landed with a thud, causing a dent in the ground where he fell. He threw off the ceiling that fell on him. He began to continue on his way when someone in a black hood rounded the corner with a stone in his hands. Robert's face immediately hit a scowl. "We're not even in the math hallway, why are you here?" The hooded figures mouth spread into a huge grin. "Why because you are here, of course. You are almost 10 ft tall now? Did you not consider that this might all be about you? You are the one who can barely control his strength. You are the one who could grow into a god to this world." Robert began advancing toward the Reaper. "I am no god." The Reaper rubbed the stone against his hood, careful not to reveal his face. "Are you sure, when you reach 50 ft tall, 100 ft, 1,000 ft tall will you feel the same? Who could possibly stand against you? Even I have to admit if you are 1,000 ft tall I am going to have to get a little more creative if I hope to beat you in a fight." Robert had now reached the Reaper. The Reaper had taken on a ready pose, dropping the stone. "Daniel would stand up against me. Margaret would too. Hell even Zeke might for all I know. I don't care what happens, I am not looking to be worshipped." The Reaper let out a laugh. "You say so in this moment, but it will happen you realise. People often can't help but worship things that are beyond their reasoning. One wonders what will happen when they find their worship misplaced." Robert's forehead veins were popping. "I have places I need to be, excuse me." With that Robert pushed past the Reaper, who made no move to stop him. "Fair enough, but know something then. Know that I caused this. I killed these people. If anyone tells you otherwise, then they are mistaken." Robert froze in place. He couldn't moved. Maybe, even just a little, with all their interactions across their jumping Robert had warmed to the idea the Reaper could have been innocent, but here he was confessing. "WHY KILL ALL OF THESE PEOPLE?!" Robert wasn't looking back, but was shouting through gritted teeth. The pressure in them was causing him pain, but he didn't care. The Reaper picked up the stone off the ground and began walking away. "I thought you had somewhere to be. Frankly I've got my own places to be. I'm sure there will be more opportunities for us to have quality conversations like this. And I know there will be more opportunities for me to kill you before it becomes too much a nuisance. Know that I am always watching." The Reaper began to walk down the hallway away from Robert. Robert turned his head to see the Reaper sauntering off. Robert yelled as he punched a wall, causing the wall, already not well supported from the explosions to fall some more. Robert could see the black hood jostle as he was sure the Reaper was laughing, but he only stayed looking a second before heading off to the horticulture room. ------------- Daniel and Margaret were blown to the side by the explosion. They both hit hard, crashing into some potted plans that gave them both some cuts. Another pot fell on Daniel, causing a wicked bruise on his back. They both groaned as they hit the ground, but they both remained conscious. Daniel got up first, only to lower himself again as the greenhouse began to catch fire in earnest. Smoke was quickly filling the room. Margaret lazily rolled onto her hands and knees and came to a crawl. She looked up to see her precious plants catching fire once more. The light of the fire seemed to reflect in her eyes, the effect of the flickering amplified by the uneven surface of her tears. She looked down as the fire caused her eyes to burn. Daniel was looking around, unsure how to get out of this. "Daniel, are you sure that the only way Zeke will live is if we get out of here right now? I want to curl up into a ball. I don't want to feel the pain of life anymore. I don't think I have the strength to help someone else fight through the pain, when I barely can myself." Daniel looked over, but Margaret was letting her eyes drain water into the ground. "Margaret, I truly think it can only be you, and to try something else means going through all this again. It's not easy for any of us. If it was, we would come back here over and over until we could save everyone, but the mental strain of watching people die over and over again, no one could take that." Margaret sniffled as she wiped her eyes with her palms. "OK, follow me." With that Margaret led Daniel around the fire. When they both returned, Zeke had already come too. A knife was in his hands, ready to slit his throat. "ZEKE!" Daniel's voice harmonised with Margaret's as she sprinted and launched herself at Zeke. Both went down in a tumble. Margaret was left laying on top of Zeke, her head on his chest. The knife had sliced her arm, but not seriously, and Zeke let it drop to the floor. Margaret finally let herself sob full force into Zeke's chest. Everyone was still, not knowing how to react, but the relative silence was broken by Rob Busting through the classroom door. He took in the whole scene in a couple seconds before it began to move. Zeke looked over at Daniel, then backwards and up at Robert. Finally his eyes came down to Margaret. She continued sobbing into his chest, only to have it take on a new strength as he curled up and kissed her on the top of her head. He then pet her head as he fell back, exhausted. "Rob, since you are closer. In my desk there is a blue folder. Can you salvage as much of it as possible please, it's important." Rob began to move over to it, but once he got to the tiny handles that his large fingers were having difficulties pulling, Daniel ran over to help. Daniel got the drawer open and pulled out the file, on which was labelled Margaret. Daniel looked over at Zeke and Margaret, both solely focused on each other. Daniel used one hand to grab Robert's nearby hand and wrap it around his waist. He then tugged the top a couple times and braced. Robert took the hint and heaved Daniel up. Rob hugged Dan's waist into his abs in front of him. Daniel'd torso slid between Rob's huge pecs, and Rob brought his other hand in to hold Daniel securely. Daniel opened the file so they could both see what was inside. Inside the blue folder were several things. One was a collage of 2 articles, one covering the death of Margaret's parents, the other their obituaries. The rest were tests and such about Zeke's suitability. Finally the last page was a document requiring signatures from both Zeke and Margaret. After a quick skim they both realised what it was for. They were adoption forms. Robert gasped when he figured it out. "Boys, that file is for another day, could I ask one of you to hold onto it for a bit. We can discuss it when we get settled. For now, we should go find the fire brigade." He had aimed that back at them, but now he spoke barely in a whisper to Margaret. "Are you gonna be ok to walk? I can help you." She nodded but when she got up she seemed very shaky. She removed her heels, but Zeke still put one arm around his shoulder. He put his other arm around her. Robert looked back and noticed that Margaret without heels was still taller than Zeke, and Zeke looked like he wasn't in great condition either. Robert began to fall back to help, but Daniel pulled him forward. Daniel whipped his phone out, cracked but miraculously operational and typed a message up to Robert. "Be ready if they need you, but I think you should let Zeke have this." Robert nodded immediately, and leaned over to kiss the top of Daniel's head. The fire brigade was not far down the hall and they came running when they saw the 4 survivors. (AM: OMG I can write short chapters! That was great. I really like how that one panned out. We are getting closer to the end I think guys! I have no intention at this moment to write another jump back to this time, though there will obviously be references to it.)
  15. Astromuscle


    Chapter 14: Reverberation Daniel had told Robert about what they had done the night before. He was a little put out that he hadn't been involved in the pan, but when Daniel insisted that they needed to sneak, and that the floor thumped a bit every time Robert stepped he nodded that he understood. "If that tattoo idea works though, you know I am gonna want to try it for myself." Daniel laughed and then looked over. "Dear god, you would just use it to grow constantly. That's a scary thought." Robert lunged at Daniel, knocking him onto the bed, which he hadn't noticed was behind him. Robert's enormous body took up all the space around him, hard muscle advancing unforgivingly towards him as Robert looked down over it all. "Scary? Here I thought you would say a sexy thought. Besides, if you use it, then I will grow too!" His laugh jostled Daniel a little and filled the room with the deep loud noise. Daniel instinctively shrunk away from Robert, but he then remembered this was his boyfriend. He leaned into his body, grabbing what he could. He used his arm and side to vault/parkour up on top of him. "As long as I can handle you, then it's sexy." Robert reached back and picked Daniel up to bring him around. "Handle me? You think you can?" Daniel laughed as he swung from Robert's grip. I huge smile filled his face. "I know I can. I practiced my moves on Margaret before I came." Daniel punched the air between the two of them to show his point. Robert shook Daniel a little in the air, causing him to swirl and lose his sense of which way was up. Robert set him down and watched as Daniel tried to get his footing. "I don't know, you don't look so intimidating." Daniel met eyes with Robert. There was a fire there now. Robert loved when Daniel got that look. He was always more focused and fun like that. "Gym, 10 minutes. If you can beat me, then I will let you for 1 hour make me do whatever weights, however heavy you want. If I win, then you have to do one fighting lesson with me and Margaret. Deal?" Robert smiled at the challenge. "Your on Dan, but I won't hold back. I apologize in advance if I hurt you." Dan patted Robert on his hips. "Same big guy, but trust me, I can handle myself." Daniel kissed Robert's hip, then ran out the door. Robert eventually trudged his way over to the gym, where he found Daniel practicing a couple kicks with Margaret. Daniel was knocking Margaret's hands away with forceful kicks. Until he swung around and noticed Robert. Both Dan and Margaret stopped as Robert squeezed into the room. It took a lot of effort, but Robert managed to maneuver his body through the small opening. Daniel sat there giggling the whole time. Once Robert was in the room he lifted himself up to his full ___ height. His presence if not his whole body filled up one whole side of the room. His arms stuck out to either side as they raised and lowered with his breathing. Large thick fingers ended each of those hanging pillars, each one muscular and with some veins creeping their way up the back and sides. Robert took a deep breath and then steadied himself. “Hey Margaret, how are you?” Margaret moved to the side of the room, leaving Daniel behind. “I'm ok, thank you. I hope you don't mind, but I'm gonna be cheering for Daniel here. Short people have to stick together.” She winked as she leaned against the side wall. Robert chuckled a little in his gut. “Fair enough I suppose. Still can't say I'm not hurt.” Robert raised a mammoth hand to his heart and put on a sad face. Margaret only responded by rolling her eyes at his melodrama. Daniel began to bounce on his feet, trying to get ready. Robert stretched out his limbs, then considered his shirt, and took it off. Beneath it ever muscle was present and bulky. Each one full and powerful as it helped create a massive being facing down Daniel. Daniel was taken aback for a second, not in fear but in elation, before he regained his head. Robert grinned at the shock. “Are you sure you want to do this Dan? You can give in now, and I'll promise your weight training will only hurt a little.” Daniel laughed now, though his voice couldn't carry like Robert's did. “Sounds to me like you're scared Robert. I am going to win this.” Before Robert could respond Daniel ran full tilt towards him. Robert fell back a bit, but held fast as Daniel came in close. Robert went to grab him but Daniel jumped off his hand to move up to his face, which he proceeded to roundhouse kick. Robert recoiled back and Daniel landed rather roughly on the ground, but still on 2 feet. “What the fuck Dan! Ow!” Daniel laughed a little as he walked slowly up to Robert. “Well Rob consider this.” With that Daniel brought his fist back far and used his whole body to drive it into Robert's upper stomach. “Robert that was your soloplex, one of the humans most vulnerable spots. Did you even feel that punch?” Robert bobbed his head from side to side, indicating he felt it, but it hadn't hurt like it should have. “That's what I thought. So ya, I hit you in the head. Shouldn't be enough to concuss, but you might be a little bruised.” Robert still looked down, holding the spot he had been hit, but then sighed and raised himself back up. He got his arms ready, and his muscles tensed. Daniel moved back a little and readied himself too. Robert began to swing down from above, which Daniel dodged out of the way of. Rob's fist came crashing into the ground, breaking the floorboards as if a meteor had landed. Daniel looked at the wreckage of where he had been. Robert's eyes glazed over as he raised his fist back out of the crater, and then looked over at Daniel. Robert shouted as he came at Daniel. He dragged one arm across the ground swiping at him. Daniel stepped in, pressing his body against Robert, passing underneath the crease of his upper arm. As Robert tried to move out of the way Daniel used Rob's knee to vault up and around his back. Daniel used one arm around Rob's head and began to constrict as hard as he could. Robert staggered, and tried to reach him on his back, but his bulky muscles got in the way. Daniel kept squeezing, and Robert's breath began to catch, despite him trying to flex his neck. Robert then jumped in the air, flopping back. Daniel panicked as he felt weightless. Given Robert's size and literal tonnage, this could kill him. As the two began to come down, Daniel held onto Robert's head, but used his legs to kick off Robert's back. Daniel became mostly facedown as the two came crashing into the ground. Daniel hit hard, knees first. He lay there groaning for a second, before looking over at Robert. Needless to say, he had caved in the ground again, but beneath his back there was still space. Robert quickly rolled over and pushed himself back up. He walked casually over to where Daniel was on the ground. Robert's foot came up, and then came stomping down. Daniel summoned all his effort and did a backwards somersault to soar out of the large threatened zone as Robert's foot came down. The floor held this time, which made Daniel think Robert had only been trying to hold him down. Daniel fell to his knees on the somersault, kneeling before the beast. Daniel looked up at Robert, who looked equal parts concerned and disappointed. Daniel smiled up to him as he regained his uneasy footing, and saw Robert reflect it. They laughed a little, before they both stopped and got ready again. Daniel came in fast. Robert tried to swipe for him, but Daniel was too close. Daniel jumped to wrap his arms around Robert's thick neck. Robert got up but Daniel came up with him, and used the upward momentum to headbutt Robert. Daniel let go and began to drop, but this time Robert did catch him in his hand, he brought him up in front of him, and grabbed him with his other hand too. Robert then began to squeeze him. Daniel cried out but Robert continued. “Say I win, and this will be over.” Daniel squirmed, but there was no give to Robert's hard fingers. Daniel after a solid minute, and some pressure from Robert, relented. Robert grinned, and gave him one playful squeeze before letting him down. Daniel collapsed to the ground. He wasn't crushed that he had lost, though he wasn't excited either. What did weigh on him was what Margaret had told him before. If Robert truly was becoming big enough to handle almost any situation would he try too hard to protect everyone. He had to see that some things would be out of control, but would he really see that. Worse yet, could he be arrogant enough to try to become some kind of god. Daniel looked up at Robert, he was imposing enough some people would surely worship him, and he would only get bigger. Daniel was petrified, until a small hand tapped him on the shoulder. “Robert, I know you are a little worn out from that fight, but would you fight me too?” Margaret lightly pushed Dan out of the way, which he followed over to the side. “If I win, I want you to go travel back in time and stop Zeke from killing himself.” There was dead silence. “Margaret... I don't know why he did it, and short of forcing him not to I don't know if I could stop him. I don't know how he would be affected if I physically pinned him down, or what would happen to you” Daniel looked at him, then at Margaret. Margaret looked over and nodded that she had heard it too. “K I will amend it then. If I win you will do all you can to stop either of us.” Robert looked incredibly awkward, rubbing one huge arm with the others equally over-sized hand. “And if you win, I will tell you who the Reaper is.” Robert's gaze whipped so fast at around it's amazing his head didn't get whiplash. Robert's body immediately assumed a ready position almost instinctively. “Margaret, why would you even protect him at all? This fight would be stupid, just tell me who he is.” Margaret began to assume a ready position too. “Because I made a promise. How could I betray someone like that.” With that her hands went behind her back and pulled out daggers. “This fight is not me playing around Robert. How far are you willing to push for your obsession?” Robert's face twisted in a heavy frown. “He murdered so many! I will push will all my growing strength, and if it's not enough I will get more! How can you protect someone like that!” Robert began to charge Margaret, who laughed. “We each know so little. Can you truly be sure of anything?” As Robert came in Margaret slid quickly to his side, slicing him on the way. She got a good cut, surprising Robert. She lifted her dagger up, which had some red blood on it. “Is the world truly that black and white?” She dragged her finger through the blood, getting her finger red. This time Margaret made the first move, coming slowly, almost nonchalantly at Robert. When she went to strike, Daniel averted his eyes. At the door, in the window peeking at them was one eye shrouded in the dark of a hood. As Daniel looked over the hood disappeared. Daniel looked back at the fight. Robert had grabbed a dummy and blocked Margaret, then thrown both over to the wall. Daniel began to move towards the door. Margaret and him had been ready to practice fighting with knives, which is why she had some on her, and so did Daniel. He couldn't believe she was using them on Robert, but he had bloodlust in his eyes, so Robert wasn't who he had been worried about. Daniel slipped out as quietly as he could. The Reaper was nowhere to be seen, so Daniel picked a direction and went down the hall. Daniel made it about halfway down the hallway before he felt cold steel come against his neck and a hand against his mouth. “Daniel, what do you think you are doing?” Together they stood in the hall, motionless. Daniel held his position, even when the hand covering his mouth went away. “Trying to catch you.” The Reaper let him go and spun him around. “Boy, you are run down and tired. You are weak and not worth my time. You wouldn't last 5 seconds against me right now. You have better things to worry about.” Daniel heaved his breath as hard as he could make look natural, while sliding his hand back to his dagger. “Not even 5?” He said as he whipped his dagger out, leaping the short distance between them. The Reaper began to twist inside his arm, increasing Daniel's momentum until he crashed into the wall. Before Daniel could fall over a solid side kick took him in his upper stomach, knocking the wind out of him. “Soloplex you said? Interesting.” Daniel crashed to his hands and knees coughing, and dropping the knife. He could barely breathe as the Reaper pulled his hood down further to block any view Daniel could have. “Kid, I don't lose. You know who else never loses?” He didn't wait for an answer. “Margaret. Wonder what her winning would look like?” Daniel's eyes widened at the thought of Margaret cutting Robert head to toe. The Reaper laughed, then continued. “You are so easy to bait. She won't hurt him, but you do have something to worry about.” As if to accentuate his point, the building shook. It was not big, but it was noticeable. “Daniel, when are we?” The Reaper seemed to be waiting for him as another tremor sounded. “I don't know, it's a Friday I think.” The Reaper laughed even louder in his gravely voice. A huge grin was visible on his face. “You've made it pretty far in your timeline so far by my guess.” A larger tremor occurred, along with a woman's scream. What's the furthest you've ever made it?” Daniel thought back, then he remembered the furthest he had made it. His heart sank. He ran right past the Reaper right passed the Reaper, who dodged out of his way. “What will you decide to do Daniel? This time it truly is your choice.” Daniel didn't even slow to catch what he had said. He ran back into the auditorium to see what he had only seen once before. Robert was growing, easily 30 feet by now, filling the room with his mass. Margaret was pressed against a far wall, screaming as Robert's quad began to approach her, not that Robert was moving it. Robert himself had his eyes closed and was breathing it all in. The world around hims didn't exist beyond what he could feel. Robert's muscles looked like they themselves were too big for him, despite his immense height. He was no longer wearing any clothes and his penis was enjoying the freedom, not to mention the expansion. It was easily several feet long, and showed no signs that it had reached it's max. Robert's face was hidden in the expanse of the rest of him, but judging by his moans and groans, it was easy to guess how he was feeling. Margaret let out another scream, snapping Daniel out of his stupor. Daniel made a beeline over to her. When he reached the other side of Robert's quad, thicker than either of them was tall, he puzzled over how to get to her. He went over to between Robert's legs. He used any hair that was there, as well as the two wall of muscle to work his way up to the telephone pole of a penis. That helped him up the rest of the way, but did make Robert buck a bit. Daniel was very tempted to stay, but It looked from where he was that Margaret was very likely about to get squished. He licked the penis a little, causing a new tremor to drop a ceiling tile. “Maybe soon big guy.” Daniel tried to balance along the top of his quad, made at least a little easier by the many crevices in his leg muscles. When he reached where Margaret was he reached down a hand and heaved her up on top of Robert. He had probably reached 40', if not 50' tall. They both ran along his body, eventually reaching the head. If Robert had had a neck before, he didn't now as muscles simply collided and in some case bulged out from the bottom of his jaw and hairline. His head was suspended many feet off the ground by his insane back muscles and traps that looked like waves about ready to crash down over his head, and anything unfortunate enough to be there at the time. His eyes opened as they reached the top of his very round chest. He began to lean up, using his arms at either side of the gym to prop him up a little. Margaret and Daniel had to grab onto what was probably a collar bone to keep their balance. Robert laughed at the difficulty, which bounced them around a bit. He was still expanding, now truly filling the gymnasium, able to touch all walls simultaneously. Margaret was in a panic. “What the hell is happening?! Which of you dumbasses is doing this!” Robert laughed more, but stopped when Margaret went tumbling. He picked her up and placed her on part of his shoulder that was flatter. “I was mad at Daniel in another timeline, and just started jumping like crazy, so I guess I'm that dumbass.” Robert's legs began to need to bend in order to fit in the room, though it did appear the growth was slowing. Margaret looked over at Daniel. “Well guess what big guy. You in fact lost the fight so you aren't getting to enjoy this bod.” Margaret walked over to Daniel, and reached into his pocket for the stone. As she pulled it out, she was lifted off of Robert's chest by his hand. “Come on Margaret, do you know how amazing it feels to be this big. I can do anything.” Daniel stood up. “No you can't and you are treating Margaret like a bug. Put her down.” Robert looked over, a little disappointed. Daniel simply looked at him with a stern look which had a little worry to it. Robert put Margaret back down, after which she corrected her clothing. Robert looked back over at Daniel. “I didn't mean to make you feel like you are bugs. You are small though.” Margaret moved over to right in front of him. “A promise is a promise Robert, you are going back. Maybe next time you can go outside for this shit so you don't almost squish me to death!” With that she took the stone bits from the baggie, and dumped them on Rob's chest. She looked as if she wasn't sure this would work. Daniel walked over and knelt over. He put his hand on some of the stones. “I will go with you Rob. I agree I don't think we will be able to do anything, but more people might help.” Dead air hung there as both Robert and Daniel looked over at Margaret. Margaret was now eyeing the rocks that sometimes rolled with the rise and fall of the whole landscape that was Robert. Daniel's hand held them from falling. They may as well have turned into snakes for all Margaret saw. Margaret reached down hesitantly and put her finger on one of the bigger ones. “What if we can't stop him?” Margaret asked, barely escaping her lips, even as a whisper. Robert's massive hand came around, and patted Margaret on the back with one finger, taking up a large sections of her upper back. “If you come, he will stop. He tried so hard to save you time and again. Now it is your turn. You can save him Margaret. It's your desire now. Travel back, and make it happen.” Margaret's eyes watered at Robert's speech. Daniel held out his hand, and Margaret took it. She then closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and the stone she was touching turned green.

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