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    Height: 6'2" - Weight: 225 lbs - Neck: 18 in. - Arms: 17 in. - Forearms: 13 in. - Chest: 46 in. - Waist: 34 in. - Thighs: 28 in. - Calves: 18 in.
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    Looking for muscle studs for good times. Into all scenes no limits. Just as long as you've got the bod. The bigger, the better. Also please make sure that you know how to have a CONVERSATION! Not just "Hey, you're hot, let's fuck" Because all that shows me you have a very low attention span, no depth and that once you get your rocks off, there will be no reply from you afterwords.

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  1. (Not sure if this is allowed so if not, mods please let me know/remove this posting) If anyone is feeling generous, I've had a really hard time financially lately despite working 50 hours a week due to wage garnishment from massive debt incurred over the last couple years. I'm not asking for any set amount, but I would appreciate any sort of "tip" you would like to give. It's my hope that I can keep writing and start to publish some of my works so this would give me a good measure of that. http://paypal.me/bgmusclegrowth Thanks again for reading!
  2. Epilogue I found out from other friends several days later that Lee had been put into a psychiatric hospital under observation and was being charged with assault and attempted murder on Hugh. Everyone was worried about how Lee was raving on about Hugh being the victim of some spell or dark magic. Due to that and other evidence at the scene, the police were convinced that he simply had a psychotic break or was on some sort of drugs and attacked Hugh in a jealous rage. Hugh was being treated at a specialized hospital for his injuries and despite their severity, was expected to fully recover. When questioned by police about what happened, Hugh said had no real memory of that night. Whether it was due to the spell, or from the severity of the physical trauma, I never found out. The last he could recall was being fawned over at the party at Tric before Lee begged him to go home. After that it was a blur before waking up in the hospital. The police think that all the attention he was getting was too much for Lee to handle and he just snapped out of a jealous rage. Hugh’s doctors say that it could be his mind blocking out the events as a defense mechanism so they are having him treated by a psychiatrist to assess that possibility. At the very least they were going to have him looked at by a psychiatrist to discuss his extreme body dysmorphia issues and what he had done to himself to attain such impossible to maintain levels of muscle size and development. They couldn’t understand how he had even gotten to the morbidly obese size he was, especially when it was caused by muscle growth and development rather than by fat like most cases. They had him on IV drips of antibiotics as well as fluids and nutrients as he was unable to eat or drink normally while he was bandaged up like a burn victim (or a mummy to continue with the Halloween theme) to prevent any further infections due to that much exposed tissue. In a few weeks to months they expected his muscles to atrophy enough that they could stitch up the wounds. He would have several scars across his body from the ordeal. He would definitely resemble Frankenstein’s Monster now. Good. Balance restored. I plateaued at around 370 lbs. of lean muscle with maybe 2-3% bodyfat when I checked after getting home from Lee and Hugh’s apartment around 1 AM. It was truly unexpected that the spell was going to affect me in an extreme physical way like Hugh but I guess that’s whatever force or entity that was behind this magic considered balance. Given that after midnight I no longer had whatever supernatural knowledge I gained from the initial ritual, I couldn’t say for sure that was part of the spells design. I suppose it could be said that it changed my outside to balance my inside as it’s given me so much more confidence and better self-worth. I’ve had many compliments (many more pickup attempts and being hit on which is new and bizarre for me) but have made several new friends. Most of them were people I met at the gym, many of whom encouraged me to get a coach and finally convinced me to compete in my first ever bodybuilding competition in a couple months which is nerve-wracking and exciting. Scott actually became my official posing coach and while we will be competing against each other, we both are supportive of the other as a team. The amount of press is truly overwhelming as it’s not often you hear of someone who’s over 350 lbs. of muscle and is a virtual unknown in the sport. I’ve been heralded as the newest superstar around the globe and expected to do the unthinkable by winning Mr. Olympia in the same year I qualify for it. I also found that when I next opened the trunk, there was a book inside that was blank except for the first page. “The Book of Shadows” I read aloud and couldn’t stop myself from laughing. Having been a longtime fan of the TV Show Charmed this was funny. However, as I read that first page, I saw something that made things clearer: Shadows are a combination of equal parts light and darkness. A balance of the two. I remembered one line of the spell at that moment: Equal parts of black and white. I turned the page and found that behind it there were tear marks all down the spine where a single page would go. Pulling out the single sheet I’d used the day before, I lined it up within the book and it magically repaired itself and was now attached in the book. Several more pages after that were outlining how I could start my journey into magic that was beyond the scope of Halloween, even though that’s the night of greatest power. But that’s a story for another time. A lot of you may be wondering if I feel guilty about what I did. The truth is, I don’t. I knew what I was doing and while I sometimes question it, I don’t regret it. A lot of you will be crying out that this was about vengeance rather than justice or balance. I could have chosen to ignore that spell. I could have continued working through the pain and trauma like so many do to just “get over it” and move on. But my emotional and physical scars will always be there. I have to carry those just as much as the physical ones that Hugh will have and the emotional ones Lee has. Each of us now has a journey of recovery but at least now we’re all on equal footing. Balanced. Now however I have peace to move forward and new positives to focus on rather than the pain of my past keeping me locked in place. Many of you may judge me for that and call me sick, twisted, evil, or a monster. For a day, in those few hours, I was a monster. That’s exactly what Halloween is for though: a night to let the monsters out. The End
  3. Chapter 3 I walked into the club around 9 PM and it was already packed. Scanning around I saw that there were some very impressive costumes and even more impressive bodies in attendance. I made my way around the club doing my best to keep a low profile which was made easier by the black cape I was wearing draping over my shoulders in extremely low lighting. I ran into a few of the friends I planned to meet and spent some time chatting with them, many of whom were highly complementary of my costume and then shocked and extremely complementary when I showed them what was under the cape. They all wanted me to stick around, and got extremely handsy which I deeply appreciated but I told them that I still needed to make the rounds and see who else was there. It didn’t take me long to find out where my prey was stationed as there was a large group congregating away from anything that should have caused a crowd like the stage or the bar. Sure enough, even though they were surrounded by 30 or so guys all crowding together to get a look, I could easily make out the now Herculean form of Hugh at the center. If my transformation over the last couple hours was impressive, Hugh was truly otherworldly. Earlier today, he was maybe 210 lbs., now, he looked to be at least 60 lbs. heavier. He was hands down the biggest guy in the place right now, and I knew it was only going to increase. I made my way closer so that I could try to hear as much as possible. “Flex for us man!” “Let’s see those arms!” “Can I feel?” “Yeah me too man, gotta feel those huge arms!” Over and over came the requests and adulation from the crowd. It was easy to see the effect it was having on him, and Hugh was happy to show off by going through various poses but he always denied anyone from touching him making sure to let everyone know that Lee was there and was his boyfriend. A couple times someone was brave and grabbed onto Hugh without asking and his hand was immediately slapped away but it was getting harder and harder to stop all the advances. I made my way over to the bar to get a drink and as it was delivered, I heard Lee’s voice next to mine placing an order. “Oh! Hey Lee! Didn’t expect to see you here! Was this the party you guys were talking about earlier at the gym?” I asked in mock surprise. “James! Wow I didn’t recognize you! Nice costume!” This caused a little flare of anger as I wore the same costume last year with him to a party. Obviously, it wasn’t as memorable of a night for you as it was for me... “Yeah feel a bit bad at using the same costume two years in a row but didn’t really plan on coming here tonight until last minute.” I took a sip of my drink before continuing “Looks like Hugh’s popular!” I nodded in the direction of the still expanding crowd. Lee looked back over his shoulder at his monolithic boyfriend dressed up as the Hulk and looking every bit the part still surrounded by an even larger crowd than moments ago and looked even more conflicted than earlier. “Yeah ever since we arrived, he’s been mobbed by people. Everyone wants to cop a feel.” His tone was evidently filled with annoyance and a touch of jealousy. “It’s weird though.” “What’s weird? Seems to me that when you get to that size everyone wants to feel you. Despite the possibility of getting green paint all over. Perfect strangers stop to ask you to flex for them. Especially in a place like this. He should be proud.” “That’s just it though.” Lee said and for a moment he looked panicked. “He just got to that size, yet he doesn’t seem to notice or be bothered by it.” “Why would he be bothered by it? And what do you mean he ‘just’ got to that size? He’s been working hard for it for years so he shouldn’t be. You don’t really notice the progress in yourself unless you compare pics...” Lee cut me off here. “That’s not what I mean.” Now he looked desperate to share something though it was agonizing him. “I know this is going to sound crazy, and I don’t know why it’s freaking me out as it’s a dream come true but he’s literally blown up about 50 pounds in just a few hours!” “What?” I asked him looking incredulous. “Oh, ha ha... very funny Lee. Nice try at a Halloween joke. Just because Hugh is dressed up and colored to look like the Hulk-” “I’m not kidding!” Lee said getting more and more worked up. “Ever since the gym it’s been like he’s constantly growing! During the workout I thought it was just the pump, but then in the locker room... I mean I’ve always fantasied about muscle growth like this, you know that, but it’s really happening and he doesn’t seem to notice, or at least doesn’t care and it’s freaking me out! I begged him not to come to this thing tonight until we figure out what’s going on, probably take him to the hospital but he kept insisting on coming.” “Well can you blame him? He looks great and he’s worked for years to get to this point.” “Except he hasn’t!” Lee said looking angry now. “I mean yes, he has worked out for years, but this growth all happened in a few hours, not years!” “What are you talking about? Ever since I’ve known him, he’s been the biggest guy I know, well one of them. Just worked extra hard over the last year is all. I told you that when you guys were moved in together that your growth would really take off.” “What?” Lee looked at me like I had three heads now. “You know he wasn’t this big at the gym earlier today.” “Sure he was! Take a look at his Instagram, you’ll see.” I took another sip of my drink while watching Lee pull out his phone and pull up the Instagram app. It took a few seconds for him to unlock the phone, open the app and find the profile but when he did, he almost dropped the phone. “That’s not...” Lee was staring at the picture from just a few hours ago and couldn’t take it in. There was Hugh looking almost exactly as he was now minus the green body paint. Massive, thick, a true roided out meathead. There was even an updated caption about breaking the 300 lb. barrier just in time to play the Hulk for the party tonight. “No that’s not possible.” Lee said and backed out of the picture to look at others on his boyfriends' profile. Each one showed Hugh nearly as huge as he now appeared. All the exact same shots as before, but now he was blown up to the cartooned, steroid laced, hulked out monster he appeared in the club. “You okay Lee? I think you should sit down.” He looked like he was about to fall over. Lee sat down on a stool and put his head into his hands clearly confused. “I don’t get it... he didn’t look like this before today, I swear it.” Lee said not really talking to me anymore but more to himself. “His progress has been remarkable but I told you when you broke up with me that even I couldn’t blame you for getting together with a guy his size. We both have the same muscle fetish so even though I was hurt I understood. Hugh is a beast and he’s only going to get bigger! That’s what you always wanted right?” Lee looked unable to speak now. He took the drink that the bartender had long since deposited in front of him and slammed it down in one go. “Doesn’t make sense... he wasn’t... I-” Lee was rambling now, not even really paying attention to me. I indicated to the bartender to bring another round for Lee and it appeared about a minute later. “Look Lee, don’t overthink it. Just enjoy it! You’re with the biggest and most desired guy in the place right now, you should be proud and thrilled about that. I’m going to go make the rounds but I’ll see you later hmm?” I patted him on the shoulder and waited a second before turning and making my way through the crowd. I found a few more friends dotted around the club that I chatted with for a bit before we all decided to hit the dance floor. I danced for a while, awkwardly due to my new size and getting quite a bit more attention after I shucked the cape and guys could get a better view of my arms bulging through the sleeves. That attention increased more when the fabric finally gave up trying to hold in my arms during all my dancing and I started ripping the sleeves. Finally, I put my plan into action and tore off the sleeves at the shoulder and finally allowed all the thirsty boys nearby to get a good look at my ripped, veiny, powerful arms (as much as possible in the strobing and laser filled club lighting). The effect was almost instantaneous. I had a dozen guys suddenly shift their way closer to me in order to rub up against me. I felt hands running up and down each arm plus a few along other areas of my body and it was definitely causing a powerful reaction in my pants. It didn’t take long after that for a hand or two (or twelve) to make their way to my cock or ass and rubbing through the obscenely tight leggings followed by a rotation of guys pressing their hungry asses up against it. “Who are you supposed to be anyway?” A guy yelled into my ear over the thumping of the house music. “The Buff Bandit” I said with a wink, a double bicep flex then kept on dancing. I had been telling people I was Robin Hood as it was a quicker answer but I’d thought of myself as the Buff Bandit since I pulled out the costume. “Well you definitely stole my heart.” I heard the reply and couldn’t help but laugh. It was a cute yet cheesy attempt at a pickup line and I knew he was desperate for some one on one attention but it wasn’t my focus tonight. After a few more dances, I finally decided it was time to go all out and started to pull the shirt off over my head. Mostly this was due to the fact that I could tell I was about to rip the shirt in more than just the arms and I was positively roasting now and it was drenched in sweat. I hadn’t really noticed it while dancing but now I took a second to focus, I could feel that I was bigger still. My shoulders were wider and causing further tears in the shirt, my pecs and lats had already made their marks with tears along their seams and I knew with one good, long, intense most muscular, my back would flare out enough to rip the back of the shirt to ribbons. I tried to pull it off over my head, but it was quickly made apparent that it wasn’t going to survive so I just started hulking out of it. The feeling was so much better than I could have ever dreamed! And I’d dreamed about this a lot over the years! Feeling my muscles swell, harden and stretch the fabric tight... tighter... TIGHTER before feeling it finally split was beyond words. The relief of having the freedom from clothing was nearly orgasmic. That same pressure building within your balls before that explosion is exactly what it felt like bursting from my shirt. Followed by the same post orgasm bliss. Only difference was that after I was done, I was immediately hungry to get bigger and to find another shirt to do it with again! I pulled off the tattered remnants of my shirt and tossed them on the floor. Within seconds I had hands just about everywhere. On my abs, feeling up my pecs, rubbing my shoulders, it was glorious! I’ve never had that kind of attention from even one guy, now I had it from a half dozen. It was a potent drug; one I could easily see getting addicted to! I started flexing for the hungry hands that were caressing my body. Random poses in rapid fire succession. I recognized a few of the guys that were groping me as ones that had been circling vulture-like around Hugh before and scanned around the club to find that he and Lee weren’t anywhere to be found. Suddenly my phone started to vibrate in my pants (no pockets on spandex leggings) and I realized it was my alarm. It was now 11PM so I had one more hour to go before Halloween was over. Immediately pulling myself out of the group of worshippers I had accumulated, with mutual dissatisfaction from both myself and each of them, I made my way out of the club and to my car. It took me quite a while as I had many, many guys trying to get my attention if not my phone number or to get me to go home with them, but I plowed on as I had a strict schedule to keep. Getting into my car I pulled up Instagram and searched quickly for Lee and Hugh’s profiles to check the progress. Sure enough, there was Hugh at a size that was reserved for only the truest of roided freaks. He was 350 pounds if he was one and looked like he could hardly move in most of those shots. The last posting was made by Hugh between one and two hours ago from inside Tric and he was all but bursting out of his costume, what little of it there was left at least. Surrounded by as many of his adoring fan club as was possible to get in the shot with him. Interestingly, there was one person missing from the shot: Lee. I grinned as I started my car and put it into gear. ***** I arrived at my destination about 15 minutes later and made my way up to the 8th floor. Walking down the hall and finding myself in front of a door I’d never visited but knew was the right one, I raised my hand and knocked. There was a few seconds of silence before I could hear footsteps approaching the door and Lee opened it. “James!” he called clearly shocked and then looked up and down the hallway as though expecting someone else. “What are you doing here?” “Thought I’d stop by and check on the progress of things. Mind if I come in?” I pushed my way past Lee not waiting for his reply into the apartment and Lee followed after clearly distraught and confused. “What are you talking about? And how did you know where we lived? I never gave you our address, did I?” “No, you didn’t. You didn’t move until after you cut all communication with me so I never knew where this place was. Just part of the spell, I guess.” As I was talking, I could see Lee scanning my body up and down. Still shirtless from the club and my leggings hanging from me having also burst open during my drive from the growth in my quads and calves. He was barely listening to me as the sight of me looking every bit his wet dream was causing a near overload of his mind. Too much was happening all at once for him to process: Hugh’s unexplainable growth that no one but he seemed to notice, and now the guy he rejected also growing bigger and better looking than ever... better than he possibly could in such a short time... but then his brain came back to focus at the word “spell”. “Spell?” Lee repeated looking deeply confused but also scared now. “What spell?” “The one I cast on you both this afternoon at the gym.” I folded my arms across my chest, or at least I attempted to as best I could but my new size was making the normally easy task a challenge. “Guess I’m not quite used to this new muscle mass yet.” I said giving Lee a sly look. “This part of the spell at least made sense. Truthfully that’s what I expected to happen all along when I cast it. That I would slowly syphon off size from Hugh making me bigger than he was. But seems like whatever power is behind this had other plans, and I must say, I’m enjoying them.” I felt a weird tingling on my face, chest, forearms, back and legs. Not unpleasant but certainly foreign. I looked down at my protruding chest to see hair sprouting and thickening the pelt I already had. Unfolding my arms, I raised them up to see the same effect on them as well. Unable to see my back I turned around so that it was shown to Lee and he could watch it fill in and darken. While I was turned, I heard him give a low, almost imperceptible moan. I grinned broadly at this sound remembering just how much of a fan he was of really hairy guys, or at least really hairy really muscular guys. I’m becoming his ultimate fantasy guy I thought as I turned back around to face Lee. There was a blood curdling scream that came from what I assumed was the bedroom. Lee’s eyes went wide and he darted for it while I casually strolled in after him eager to see the fruits of the spell’s labor. Lying in the middle of a queen size bed was a truly grotesque sight. Hugh was now well over 400 lbs., but it wasn’t the attractive sort of size that I know they were both imagining. This wasn’t a roided out, moderately conditioned, morphed up size that they expected. Instead there was a misshapen blob of muscle that was covered in deep red and purple stretch marks, several of which were just now starting to be dotted with drops of blood. Hugh’s body looked to be comprised more of tumors than muscle. “Holding up better than I would have thought.” I remarked as I entered the room and closed the door. You could practically hear Hugh growing. An eerie sound of shifting tissue and creaking bedframe as more and more mass was being magically added into Hugh’s body. “Please help James.” Lee called frantically as he tried to comfort Hugh who was clearly in agony. “I don’t know what’s happening and I don’t know what to do! I called 911 and thought that’s who was at the door instead of you.” “Oh, they won’t show up.” I said nonchalantly at this. “What? Yes they will, they told me they were on their way when I called.” “But did you call?” I said still standing there with my arms crossed looking smug. “Check your phone.” Lee looked at me but seemed incapable of finding words. Instead he pulled his phone out and checked the log. “But... I called... I KNOW I CALLED!” He yelled as he frantically scrolled up and down not finding any record of the outbound call in his phone. I couldn’t help but laugh now. “Yes, you did call, but it was erased. Shame too as I bet that dispatcher would have been telling the story of your call for years. Some guy going on and on about his boyfriend growing more and more muscular almost out of control. Sounds like a drug addict on a really bad trip doesn’t it? And on Halloween night to boot, that’s when all the crazies come out you know and they get no end of prank calls.” I laughed some more at the look on Lee’s face. “But the spell took care of that so no, they aren’t actually coming. It’s just the three of us, for now. Just like how despite Hugh’s blood curdling screams none of your neighbors have called the cops. Guessing either your room slash apartment is magically soundproofed or they’re just made oblivious to the noise. Similarly, the modified pictures on Hugh’s Instagram feed to make you question your sense of reality and history. Unexpected that the spell caused you to feel gaslighted just like how the two of you made me feel. Disorienting not feeling like you can trust your own thoughts or emotions isn’t it Lee? Yes, that twist was truly unexpected.” “I don’t understand...” Lee said now completely overwhelmed by what was going on. “No, I don’t expect you would. Let me break it down for you: I received a very special gift a few days ago that promised to be the means to restore balance in my life. Balance from what you two caused. That gift was a spell designed to teach you that to get what you want, there is always a cost. You’ve seen Full Metal Alchemist Lee; I know you understand the Law of Equivalent Exchange. I cast the spell on you at the gym this afternoon and it seems that the main outcome was to cause Hugh to grow into the sort of massive muscle freak you both fantasized about. Truth be told, I was not thrilled to see you both gaining even more of what you wanted from something designed to bring balance to me. However, what became clearer as time passed was not the only effect of the spell. The problem when fantasy becomes reality, it doesn’t always match up like we hope. You wanted to grow more muscular, bigger than anyone else in the world, but you didn’t factor in all the consequences to that choice, specifically that you only wanted muscle to grow, not the skin that contains it. Nor the fact that it’s putting extreme strain on his heart trying to supply enough blood to those impossibly large muscles, or any number of other biological factors that are now grossly out of whack.” “Please make it stop!” Lee suddenly yelled at me, pleading with eyes popping in pure horror at what I had told him. “Please James, I’m sorry for what we did to you but please make this stop, you’re hurting him!” “You’re not sorry for what you did, you’re sorry you got caught, or more accurately sorry that you now have to pay for it. You thought you could simply ignore a problem you caused until it goes away but that’s not the case here. The longer you ignored this, the more it built up. I told you, I’m not doing anything. This is all your doing. The combined will of both of you. I provided the engine; you provided the fuel. You’re the ones that have been fanning the flame since. I bet after the gym the two of you got really hot and heavy, didn’t you? Bet that was some of the best sex you’ve ever had right?” Lee was stunned speechless here. I could see the memories of what happened after they left the gym playing behind his eyes. That in the heat of the moment, despite everything his rational mind was telling him, his lust for Hugh and what was happening to him was too powerful to ignore. I felt a wave of warmth and energy fill me and knew I was expanding just a bit more in that moment. Moaning deeply in pleasure as I felt my muscles pulse and swell bigger. Refining would be a better word to describe what was happening as I could feel the skin tighten around my muscles while the last vestiges of fat melted away. If I was ripped before, I was in peak contest condition now. Almost simultaneously, and conversely, Hugh gave out a series of painful moans and yells as his body also continued to expand and swell causing more and deeper stretch marks to appear on his skin. Every move he made, even the simple act of breathing was causing the skin to stretch then tear more and more. The reflex of tensing up against the pain was only causing it to worsen. We were like mirror opposites in these last minutes of Halloween. I was feeling nothing but bliss and pleasure at my transformation while Hugh was feeling nothing but pain and anguish from his. An equal yet opposite reaction. Keeping the scales balanced I thought. I could see the look on Lee’s face as his eyes darted back and forth between me and Hugh. Trapt between lust and horror, worried for Hugh, angry with me for causing this but also desiring me as his ultimate fantasy man. “I thought so.” Finally speaking to bringing back the conversation after I felt the pulse of growth subside. “Bet you couldn’t keep your hands off him, even in the car ride home. Then, when you got behind closed doors, it was carnal. How could it not be? One of your deepest and most powerful long-time fantasies was happening to you for real and your body was overpowering whatever thoughts you may have had against it. Hindbrain vs forebrain. Instinct vs rationality. You dove in, uncaring of the later consequences and fully wanting to revel in the joy of the moment. You’ve never been one for the long game Lee. You’ve always only seen and cared for the short-term gains, the instant gratification. You didn’t want to see it’s often better to sacrifice in the short term to gain something far better in the long term. I desperately tried to teach you this, but you ignored me.” I took a few deep breaths to calm myself as I felt anger flaring in me as I spoke. “Even if I wanted to stop this, I couldn’t.” I told Lee as he looked at me with tears streaming down his face. “This is all your doing, all your consequences. Besides,” I started to say before I leaned back against the doorframe with a smirk across my face “I really don’t want to stop it. I want you to feel some of the pain I’ve endured. I want you both to feel like you’re being torn apart, and that you’re helpless to do anything just like I had to. This is my long-term payoff for suffering for months while you two ran off willfully denying what you’d done. You both took the treat, now you must take the trick. That’s the rule of Halloween.” “You monster! You’re killing him!” Lee screamed and lunged at me pinning me to the wall. “Stop this now or I swear I’ll...” “You’ll what? Kill me too? I don’t think soooooooo.” I flexed my arms against his hands as I felt a growth surge fill me to loosen his grip and emphasize my power before I raised my arms easily breaking free of his grasp. “See I’m a lot bigger and stronger than you now” Hugh and I both groaned again as I felt myself swell just a bit bigger saying this. “Fuck that feels so good! Plus, I know you don’t have it in you to kill me. I know you better than you want to believe I doooooooo.” I moaned deeply feeling my muscles tense and flex almost involuntarily as they surged even bigger. My vascularity and definition were almost beyond human at this point. I could feel my back widen against the wall as I was leaning against it, but also thicken pushing me further away from it. “Besides” I started to say as I stood up flaring my back as wide as I could watching Lee’s eyes widen in time with my expansion “this may or may not actually kill him. That part is out of my hands. The spell is meant to restore balance. To return to you what you caused to me. You both came close to killing me but didn’t, so odds are this will bring him close to death but he’ll survive. Though in what condition is anybody's guess.” I glanced over to the side table and saw it was now 10 minutes to midnight. Suddenly Hugh was screaming again but even louder than before with my bellow of equal pleasure. Obviously, things were picking up speed and the spell was going out with a bang, possibly literally. I could see Hugh tensing in reflex to the pain, trying to protect himself but only making it hurt more while I was flexing to emphasize the feeling of expansion and pleasure. Larger and larger he expanded in all directions but it was uneven, twitching and pulsing awkwardly and independently while mine was fluid, graceful, almost poetic. You could see pound after pound being added to his already monstrous form even though that form clearly couldn’t take it. Soon the stretch marks were bleeding in earnest and he looked more grotesque by the moment. “Please stop it. Please make it stop!” Lee was on his knees in front of me begging now. “I’ll do anything just please make it stop!” I looked down at him as best I could over my massive hairy pecs. The sight of him on his knees before me caused an immense surge of pleasure through me and focused on my cock. I could feel it swell and expand outward easily brushing aside the dangling remains of my tights that only adhered to my waist at this point. Every ounce of me was craving to be worshipped by him, to dominate him, to fuck him and make him submit to me. I wanted to show him what he lost out on by rejecting me, that I was now beyond “good enough” as I was approaching perfection. But I refrained. I held back because he no longer deserved me. He made his choice and there was no going back. “It will all be over at midnight.” I told him through pants of pleasure and nodded at the clock. I noticed that my voice had deepened. Not a drastic amount, I certainly wasn’t James Earl Jones, but I could tell I dropped a couple notches. “Only 10 little minutes more and the magic will fade. Just like Cinderella.” I heard Hugh give a scream of agony and looked over to see the skin had finally split and raw muscle was clearly visible in patches across Hugh’s body. At the same time, I moaned deeply as I felt my skin shrink wrap around me to a perfect tautness. I could tell it was clearing up too; all blemishes, spots, scars and issues were removed until my skin was flawless. Lee ran out of the room and came back seconds later with several towels to try and mop up and stop the blood that was flowing freely from Hugh’s body. Angry veins were continuing to pump blood in torrents due to Hugh’s heart working as fast as possible both from to the increased demand of his freakish size and the adrenaline surge that was triggered by his intense fear response. His brain was telling him “fight or flight” though he was paralyzed by his size and immobility from doing either. The minutes ticked by and Hugh’s screams built almost as fast as his ever-expanding body. 500 lbs. came and went, and soon 600 was within sight. The lacerations in his skin grew longer and wider. More and more muscle, sinew, tendons and ligaments were showing now. Pushing through the torn skin with the need for more space unrestrained. Soon other sounds of tearing and even some cracking sounds were heard as muscle was ripped from bone causing it to splinter and be crushed under the weight and strength of his inhumanely disproportioned muscles. I should have been horrified at the sight and sounds but somehow, I was transfixed. Morbid fascination kept me rooted to the spot as Hugh continued to expand beyond the limits of humanity and his own skin. It was if he was being flayed alive by the backfire of his and Lees’ own deepest desires. Simultaneously my own transformation was picking up speed as well but it was as beautiful and pleasurable as Hugh’s was ugly and agonizing. I felt as each muscle slowly expanded and unfolded like a flower in bloom. I started posing and flexing each group I could in the mirror of their bedroom watching as I morphed into one of the most massive and handsome men on the planet. I was over 300 lbs. by now and was creeping ever closer to 350. My arms were easily 24 or 25 inches by now, 2 feet of muscle just on my arms alone! I thought with glee. My chest was just on the verge of being disproportional but I guess that was to make up for my years of feeling it was woefully underdeveloped. I stood back and flared my lats finally (though just barely) pulling off a lat spread that I was proud of. Again, I heard a slight moan come from Lee which made me flex/spread even wider. I moved to a side chest; the one pose I was confident in before my transformation but now looked beyond spectacular. My pecs now pushed out hugely on my already sizable rib cage and my arm was pushing that pec meat even higher as I pulled tight and flexed hard. I could almost hit my chin with my pecs now they were so huge and swollen and pumped! Then I moved on to arms overhead and flexed my abs. This time it was my turn to moan as I watched my midsection finally react when I moved, and what a reaction! Not only did I have an enhanced 8 pack that I saw earlier before Tric, but now I had cobblestone obliques! My V-taper even from my elongated lats while arms were overhead was extreme. I would be shocked in my waist was over 36 inches now and if my chest was anything less than double that. To say that I was turned on at my own reflection would be an understatement. I was ablaze with lust looking at myself! My cock had continued to rise from before and was now standing up through the remnants of my underwear and tights showcasing that I was now the ultimate expression of a man. Having swollen and expanded from my already impressive 8-inch length to well over a foot and maintaining the impossible girth I was known for (soon to be internationally known for), I was also leaking precum in a steady stream down it’s dark red shaft, through the tangled jungle of pubic hair and all over the tights down to the carpet of Lee and Hugh’s bedroom. Somewhere in the back of my mind I heard a voice saying you’ve marked your territory here and I couldn’t help but grin deeper. Digging deep to tear myself away from the sight of myself in the mirror, I turned and found Lee looking at me open mouthed while Hugh continued to moan in constant pain at his climaxing transformation. When I finally made eye contact with Lee (he was too busy scanning the front of my body, taking more than a few seconds on my powerful cock, I grinned and bared my teeth almost wolfishly before going into the most muscular to end all most muscular poses. I growled deeply through it while Hugh screamed his loudest and most blood curdling scream yet as we both swelled up to our final forms. Holding the pose for at least 30 seconds I reveled in the feeling of my body swelling up in all directions desperate to milk every precious drop of magic I could into my body. At the same time, Hugh bloated and spasmed up in equal measure passing well beyond 700 pounds quite possibly to 800 given the sounds the bedframe was making. The rips and tears of his skin were now spread out so far that he was approaching some hideous out of control anatomy chart by being able to see more and more of the raw muscle instead of skin. At two minutes to midnight I finally had seen enough; enough of myself, of the conflict in Lee’s mind and body, and of Hugh’s torment at hulking out of his own skin. I turned and made my way back through the apartment to leave. Before I made it to the front door, Lee was calling after me and followed out of the bedroom. “You have to do something. You have to reverse all of this! Put him back! Fix it!” “I don’t have any obligation of the sort.” I said to him calmly hearing that my voice was even deeper now. “As I said, I didn’t do this to him, you did. It was both of your desires and choices that brought this upon you, not mine. Besides, I seem to recall asking you to “do something” and “fix it” when I needed help and you ignored me, why should I have to do what I don’t want in order to make you happy? If you weren't ever required to do anything to make my life better after causing me pain, I shouldn’t have to for you.” I turned and put my hand on the doorknob to leave. “But we didn’t do anything to harm you like this!” He cried at me. “Oh, but you did.” I said just above a whisper with a cold fury in my voice. Barely audible yet I knew he heard every word. “You caused scars equal to this in every way.” I raised up my arms and showed him the scars on my wrists from the repeated attempts to end my own life. Scars that the spell didn’t remove for some reason like it had with every other imperfection on my body. “You did just as much harm to me otherwise this wouldn’t be happening. That’s how the spell works Lee, it causes equal pain to balance out the scales. Just because my wounds weren’t as obvious doesn’t make them any less real or painful. You made choices that harmed me when it wasn’t necessary. When there were alternatives that you could have chosen but instead you both chose to take a path that willfully inflicted more pain and told me that it was up to me to deal with it. Well honey, the shoe is on the other foot now. I did something that made me happy and unfortunately you two now have to deal with it. Difference here is I’m willing to accept the consequences of this and own up to my part in it where you weren’t.” I turned the knob and opened the door. I experienced another feeling of draining at that moment, similar to when I cast the spell on Lee and Hugh at the gym. For a single terrifying second, I thought I was about to change back, but it wasn’t my size that was leaving, it was that the impossible knowledge I had gained over the course of the spell being removed from my mind. The supernatural confidence of what was happening and what would happen left me to be replaced by a small amount of fear and doubt. I pulled my phone from the waistband of my tights; the only part of clothing still adhering to my body and saw the display read midnight. Halloween was officially over. I could still hear Hugh making moans of deep agony in the bedroom so my hunch was right: the spell hadn’t intended to kill him but he was going to be in a lot of pain for a long while. Just like I had been. I breathed a sigh of relief that he hadn’t been killed. “You should be able to call for that ambulance now Lee.” I said putting my phone back in the band. “It’s after midnight so the spell has concluded. Though I’ll be interested to know how you explain his condition to the authorities. Happy Halloween!” I pulled the door closed behind me and walked, well waddled down the hall. “You’re a monster!” Lee had opened the door and shouted at me. I paused for a second and turned around to face him for the last time. “I’m the monster you created.” I put up my arms into what I could only assume was a breathtaking double bicep pose as I tightened my abs, stuck out my leg and flexed my quad to match. I held it for a few seconds to allow him the chance to take it all in before relaxing... well as much as I could relax at this size. “All I did was restore balance. You made me a monster, what does that make you?” I turned around again and continued back down the hall to the elevator and out to my car.
  4. Chapter 2 A few days later, as the clock was ticking closer and closer to midnight and after talking myself into then out of doing this several times, I finally settled on performing this magic ritual to restore balance. What’s the worst that could happen? Really, I have no idea. This is magic after all. You are dealing with forces you cannot begin to comprehend *Spoken in a deep resonating voice* It’s not like anyone will die or anything… surely... And even if they did, how could you be blamed? This is magic after all… “Screw it”. Speaking aloud to myself. I honestly can’t imagine things getting worse for me than they already are. Though that could simply be a lack of imagination on my part. No risk, no reward… but also no punishment. “Just make up your damned mind!” I shouted into an empty apartment. Fine. Alright I’m doing this. Besides, there is still a good chance this is likely some elaborate hoax that I was set up for and all that will happen is me wasting my time. I went over to the chest that did find its way into a great spot in my apartment and opened the lid. Intending to reach in and pull out the lone occupant (i.e. the parchment paper) I stumbled backwards and fell on my ass as I saw that the chest was now filled with everything I would need for the ritual. Panting on the floor from the sudden surge of adrenaline, I spent the next several minutes grappling with this further proof that magic was real. Not only was the page conjured up, but everything else I needed was too! “Guess I didn’t need to go shopping after all!” I said without realizing it only to laugh slightly hysterically at myself for the absurdity of it. Part of me was legitimately mad at having all this stuff provided after wasting my money to buy duplicate items and ingredients. It took a bit more time to calm down but when my “warning alarm” went off telling me I had only 15 minutes left to midnight, I prepared things as outlined in the “instructions” which really read more like a recipe than any sort of spell I’d ever seen. Though, admittedly, I haven’t really seen many, other than in the Harry Potter movies that is. The clock struck 12, now officially Halloween and I started chanting as well as mixing up the ingredients. After I had finished the ritual and was only reasonably sure I had done and said things correctly there wasn’t any noticeable effect. No clap of thunder, no puff of smoke, no ethereal voices, zilch. “Well either I completely botched this up, which is the most likely answer, or it doesn’t have one of those flashy effects.” Suddenly, a line from Harry Potter popped into my brain: Bangs and smoke were often the sign of ineptitude rather than experience. No sooner had I thought this when I realized that I was thinking about other things… things I couldn’t have known but somehow were there. Truly divine (or maybe demonic) knowledge had appeared in my brain and I now knew what to do next without conscious thought or realization. There was a sense of calm and understanding that I really would get things back into balance so long as I followed this plan. This was going to be a good day. A really good day. ***** I walked into the gym a little before 4PM to get things set up. I knew it would take some extra time as this was not my usual gym but instead one on the other side of town. I completed all the necessary steps to obtain a day pass to enter and made my way to the locker room to change clothes. A few minutes later I was finishing up when two people walked in. The two people I had planned on meeting and the sole reason I was here: my ex and the guy he cheated on/left me for. “Oh, hey James.” Lee said with shock and trained politeness before looking suddenly very uncomfortable. Hugh, his boyfriend, gave me a polite enough head nod but didn’t say anything. “Hey Lee. Been a while. How have you been?” I responded to him very nicely, almost chipper which seemed to unsettle him even more. Given our last series of conversations and my state of mind at the time, this was a jarring difference. I was using the tone of an old acquaintance you haven’t seen for a long time and were on good terms with, not someone you were once romantically involved with and ended up admitted to the hospital under psychiatric care because of. “Good, good. You?” Lee asked as he eyed Hugh with some concern. Last time Hugh and I had met face-to-face, Hugh was less than excited to see me, even going as far as nearly punching me. I will admit, in his defense given how I was raving about all the ways that Lee had lied to me, broken promises, fucked things up, ruined my life and in general how I thought he was being a monumental jackass, his reaction was not entirely surprising. “I’m fantastic actually. Work has been going great and I had a recent event happen that has me very hopeful for the future.” I finished up enigmatically and put my stuff in the locker, all except my shaker of an intra-workout mix and towel. “Good. I’m really happy to hear you’re doing better. You just starting your workout?” Lee asked as he looked over his shoulder to see Hugh choosing a locker as far away from me as possible causing Lee to be torn on what to do next. “Yep. Arms today. Hope you both have a great workout.” I said standing up and walking away clearly indicating that I was done with this exchange. Lee muttered thanks and turned to rejoin his boyfriend. I looked up at the clock and saw I had about 10 seconds to 4PM. Given the spell was conjured for anyone who really needed it, there was a unique requirement that a symbolic measure of time, something within the 24-hour length of Halloween, must be used for the effects. Since it had been 8 months Lee and I were “together” and 8 months since he cut all ties with me, 8 hours would be a perfect symbology how long the spell would take for full effect. This meant a 4PM start to achieve a midnight culmination as that’s when the magic would be most powerful. I took a deep breath, cleared my head of other thoughts but what I needed and cast my spell: On this day, All Hallows Eve, I ask the spirits for reprieve, Equal parts of black and white, Cast upon those within my sight, Trick and treat I do implore, Tip back the scales, balance restore. Once again there was no clap of thunder, shaking of the earth, flickering lights or anything in either Lee or Hugh’s behavior or appearance to indicate anything supernatural had happened, but I knew it had. It’s hard to describe the sensation but there was something akin to feeling an energy being siphoned away. All my negative thoughts and emotions seemed to be flowing from my head and out of my body towards the two men in front of me. After a few moments the energy transfer had stopped, and I was left with this serene feeling of calm. The sight of my ex with someone else no longer bothered me like it had for months now. I can’t say I was happy at the sight, but I was at peace. Though the void where those emotions one resided was quickly replaced by an energized feeling for my workout, but that I attribute more to the new pre-workout mix I had taken rather than any supernatural influence. I went through my arm workout like a man possessed. Never had I ever had such a level of mind-muscle connection or as furious a pump as I did today. My arms felt like they were growing with each rep, my skin was getting tighter, more veins were popping, it was truly amazing to see, but far better to feel. I began with my normal warm up sets just to get loosened up and acclimated. Immediately I could tell something was different. The sensation was something so much better than I’d ever had, hell better than I ever dreamed of having! There was a deep almost pleasurable feeling coming from within the muscle tissue. I did two warm up sets for my triceps before moving the weight up to the working sets. At my first rep, a sort of haze drifted into my head blocking out everything around me but the task at hand. Having little to no experience with drugs, I equated this feeling to what being high must be like; a sort of body detachment yet somehow a simultaneous deeper connection to it. I couldn’t tell you how many reps I did that first working set, but it was well beyond the 12 I had planned. Each rep was another burst of pleasure that overrode any sense of fatigue or pain from working the muscle like I knew from my experience they should. I continued on to do a half dozen more sets of the same exercise before moving on to the next. Switching over to bicep work was like nothing I could have prepared for, even after having that triceps euphoria. This was similar yet different in that it connected me to something primal, something defiantly male. Arms were a tell-tale sign of masculinity and power, but it was the bicep that was most easily recognized as such. Feeling my own biceps swell, harden, and grow, then looking down to see them in action was otherworldly. Again, I couldn’t tell you how many sets I did of that first curling exercise, but I would guess at least six. From there I did every variation and angle I could think of to work my arms. Machines, cables, free weights, everything. Barely pausing between sets before desperately craving the next “hit” like a crazed drug addict. Despite the fact I was chasing a buzz, I did each set with the same controlled focus I always have but was so intense it could have been world war three outside, or a zombie apocalypse and I would have kept pumping. I didn’t see or acknowledge other people in the gym, just more iron for me to lift and use to make myself bigger and stronger. It wasn’t until I was out of my intra-workout shake that I took more than a two-minute break. I was shocked to look at my watch and find it was nearly 6 PM by this point as I rarely lifted for more than an hour. Not ready to quit just yet, I went into the locker room to make a fresh batch of my intra workout shake, and a supplemental protein shake to slam down for fuel before I went back out and continuing. Once again, I met up with Lee and Hugh in the locker room as they were taking their post workout selfies for social media. I barely registered it was them before I continued past them to my locker and mixed up my shakes. “Fuck! Babe would you look at this PUMP!?” I heard Hugh say as he kept flexing over and over in front of the mirror. “I’ve NEVER felt so swole before! God, I look so much bigger right now. I wish this could last!” “Careful what you wish for” I muttered with a smirk before taking out a second empty shaker from my bag and adding a scoop of protein powder to it. The truth was, Hugh didn’t just look bigger, he was bigger. The supernatural knowledge in my head told me that he wouldn’t try to quantify this by measuring or weighing himself, which was all part of the spells design. If it weren’t for the fact that I knew exactly what was coming and how the spell’s effects on him would play out, I would say that I was tricked and mislead by whatever forces were at work. Here was this guy who I lost my first love to for being more muscular than I was, now becoming even more of what my ex desired most, how was this bringing me balance? However, I knew what was in store for them both over the next 6 hours so it didn’t cause me any further anger. As I was adding a second scoop of powder to my shaker, I suddenly realized how hungry I was. My stomach was twisted and growling at me in fury for fuel only slightly overpowering the begging and pleading for nutrients my muscles were making. “You look amazing babe! We got a lot of good shots, but we need to get going if we’re going to have enough time to get ready before the Halloween party tonight.” Lee said and when I looked at him, while he did look pleased, and very turned on by his strutting and preening boyfriend, there was also a look of barely disguised jealousy and anger behind it. I couldn’t tell if seeing this was due to my knowing Lee as well as I did, or some secondary effect of the spell. I stood up shaking away the lingering analyzing of Lee’s mood as I polished off my shake, walked over to the nearby sink to rinse out my shaker seriously debating on mixing up another when I caught sight of myself for the first time. Okay, not strictly true as I had been watching my form in the mirrors during my lifts, but this was the first time with a head clear of whatever endorphin or magic induced fog had taken over me. I had to echo the sentiments of Hugh just then: I’ve never looked so pumped! This was like a years' worth of pumps and gains all showing up together. But more than that, I could see I was noticeably leaner and more vascular than when I walked in two hours ago. I looked down at my forearms and gave them a few casual flexes and twists to see the veins pop more than ever. In a few minutes when the carbs from my shake and intra-workout hit, that would probably get even more pronounced! I couldn’t help it and threw up a double bicep shot in the mirror. “Wow James, you look really pumped too!” Lee called over and now the constipated look of too many emotions battling in his head was even more pronounced. This time however, there was more a look of confusion or concentration on his face than anything. I could tell he was trying to remember if I looked as big/lean when he saw me before. Beneath all that analyzing though was a good dose of lust. Lee was an arm guy. Not just in what he was attracted to, but what he felt was his own weakest muscle group to respond and the one part of his physique he was so desperate to grow. The pump I had going on now had swollen my arms to well over 18” I was sure and I was going to ride out this workout high until I passed out or died because I wanted to see how big I could get them! “Thanks Lee. Going to go see if I can coax a little bit more size out of them before I call it quits tonight. Have fun at your party!” I said waving to them before I left the room. ***** It was another two hours later before I left the gym more depleted and tired than I’ve ever been, but also more pumped, satisfied and genuinely proud of myself than I remembered being in ages. I broke down after the workout upon seeing my arms in the mirror during my second double bi and that they were insane. I had more definition, size, vascularity and separation than ever. I had true bodybuilder caliber arms which was impossible given how I looked walking into the gym earlier. Thankfully, no one else seemed to notice the impossible transformation given they were either too focused on themselves or weren’t there to see me when I had arrived to make the comparison against. I grabbed the tape measure in my bag and wrapped it around each arm to find they had indeed pumped up to not just beyond 18” but just crossed the 19” barrier. I gained over 2” of “pump” in a few hours which my logical mind knew was impossible but honestly all I could do was think I wanted so much more! It’s also not just a pump either, this is permanent the voice in my head told me. I took a myriad of photos in every which way I could fathom, even enlisting the help of another gym goer before heading to my car and uploading a few, plus a “before/after” shot to Instagram. What no one will know is that the “before” pic was from just a few hours ago rather than weeks or months. The weird thing was that I felt pumped just about everywhere, not just my arms. Both my chest and back felt it the most, which given their activation during most of my arm exercises wasn’t too unusual, my shoulders were more rounded and capped than before, and somehow even my legs felt different. As I was leaving, the guy at the desk waved me over and gave me a few free passes as covertly as possible. Included on one was a handwritten phone number that I assume was his. I told him I’d be back the next day same time and he said he would too. I drove home still in awe of how I looked and felt and it wasn’t until I parked the car and looked back at my phone that I saw the dozens of likes, comments, a handful of new followers and even a few direct messages I had gotten. One in particular caught my eye: “Man, I hope you’re planning to come to the Halloween party at Tric tonight. Those arms NEED to be shown off and shared with the world!” I never really got into Halloween parties, and had only been to Tric a few times with a group of people as it wasn’t really my thing, but tonight I knew I had to be there. Scrolling through my messages I found that the tentative plans with friends were in fact being moved to Tric anyway, so it worked out perfectly. Too perfectly I thought realizing this was probably some manipulation of magic at play, but frankly I didn’t care. I went into my bedroom and rummaged around for a good 20 minutes trying to find my prize. I dug out the costume I wore the year before. It was a Robin Hood style getup but it was very sexy. The material looked like it would be just stretchy enough to allow me to fit in it, or so I hoped, and show off my now bulging arms in tight, nearly spandex material. It was long sleeve so it wasn’t quite as flattering as going sleeveless, but I had ideas about that when I was at the club. I pulled out my black pair of spandex leggings that I wore to the gym for leg day and laid out the costume on my bed. Suddenly I got hard at the visual of how I was going to look in this and I was turning myself on! He was right, I need to show off tonight. I went to the bathroom to shower, started to disrobe my gym attire and when I looked at myself in the mirror, my breath caught in my throat. I Was Fucking HOTT! My dick shot up from chub to raging in approximately 3.2 seconds. I was LEAN. I was HARD. I was RIPPED! For fuck sake, I had ABS! I haven’t had abs in ages but now I had them in excess! 8 clearly defined and striated works of art now sat there looking back at me in the mirror. If that wasn’t enough. my chest was thick, swollen and had cleavage for yet another first time in my life. I’ve been working my chest 2x a week to try and get it to develop and grow as it’s my lagging muscle group and I desperately wanted to have that valley between my pecs. I wanted them to touch, to rub together, as I always had the fantasy of getting pec fucked by someone and milking their dick to explosion between my hard chest plates. I not only looked like a fitness model, I looked like I was a few weeks out from taking the stage at a bodybuilding show! This was the sort of lean/defined look I’d been working towards for months, years really and couldn’t seem to get. My body stubbornly held onto its fat reserves no matter what I tried to do, but now, I looked like I’d always dreamed I could! Needless to say, my shower took a long time and was hands down (then up, then down again) the best I’d ever had. I then spent an absurd amount of time primping and cleaning myself up. I never spent much more than about 15 minutes shaving, combing my hair, etc., but tonight, I was determined to not just look good below the neck. I wanted the whole package and for everyone in that club to want me. I shaved and sculpted my face till I looked my absolute best. Even going as far as trimming eyebrows and plucking stray hairs. Scrubbed away all the dirt, dead skin cells, unblocked my pores, tightened the skin, applying lotion, then spent more time than I care to admit styling my hair until I looked better than I ever had in my life. I went to the bedroom and into the bag that my costume was in to find the accessories I bought with it the year before. Included among them was eyeliner that I was too chicken to try but tonight knew would make me look even more sexy. After a good 10 minutes of trial and error (and pain as I stabbed my eye more than once), I was finished and really pleased with the outcome. Not something I’ll do every day, but it did add to my overall look. My eyes were definitely the highlight of my face now which was exactly what I hoped seeing as I’d been told (though never really believing it) that my eyes were one of my best features. I took a couple quick shots and right as I was finishing up, a line from Once Upon a Time flashed in my head of The Evil Queen calling Captain Hook “Captain Guyliner.” Given the Robin Hood-esque look of the costume it was a close comparison. Returning to the bedroom I started to put on the costume and quickly realized that I was going to need to be very careful. This outfit was going to fit at that level of “so tight that any excess moving or stretching (or flexing) was going to cause a scene”. Perfect. I dressed, put on all the extra accessories, gave myself the once over in the mirror before grabbing my keys, phone and ID then headed out.
  5. Hey guys, So I finished a story that's been sitting incomplete on my hard drive for the last couple years. A brief warning: it is dark and a little twisted but as it's meant to have a Halloween theme, it's not unexpected. This story evolved from a series of therapy writings I was doing while in treatment for severe depression and trauma. This story may not be for most so while I will appreciate any feedback, pleas make it constructive. Again, you've been warned this is not a "Happily Ever After" sort of tale... or maybe it could be depending on your point of view. I hope you enjoy and have a Happy Halloween! ***** Chapter 1 Halloween. The one day a year where magic seems much more tangible and attainable. Where anything can happen (and often does) in ways that should be unexplainable and yet are accepted as easily as dream logic. I was never a fan of Halloween, even as a kid. Sure, the free candy was nice, but it ranked just slightly above Valentine’s Day in terms of my enthusiasm because I just didn’t get it. This year, that changed. This year I realized the full scope of Halloween. The ancient power it held and how easy it was to tap into that power. This year, Halloween became my favorite holiday. Let me back things up just a bit for you. Proper introductions are important after all. My name is James and I’m what most people call a “good guy”. At least, that’s what I have heard from seemingly everyone lately. Trouble is though that I don’t seem to be good enough. Okay, maybe I should back things up just a bit more for you. A little over a year ago my first real romantic relationship ended. The guy I had been “seeing” for about 8 months told me that he was officially going to be with someone else. Someone younger than I was. Someone who was more outgoing and fun than I was. Someone that was better built than I was (my ex had as much a muscle fetish as I do, more on that later). Someone that he had been seeing the entire time we had been dating (though he refused to call it dating) and even though he said he still cared for me (downgraded from loved me, which he told me he did less than a month before breaking things off) and wanted to be in my life, he needed to follow his heart. Trouble is, I seriously doubt that his heart had anything to do with the matter, other than supplying enough blood to his dick… Anyway, in the months following the “break up” we had been trying to remain friends. I was trying at least, whereas he seemed to be phoning it in most of the time because, let’s face it, he had someone else to devote his time/life to and no one else really seems to matter in that situation. After a series of setups and disappointments by both of them, their constant playing with my emotions and making me question my sense of reality/history, this culminated in quite a severe mental breakdown: a major case of depression resulting in multiple suicide attempts telling myself I wasn’t good enough to keep living. After being hospitalized and attempting my best at treatment, I wasn’t “getting better” as quickly or in the ways he thought I should. Unfortunately, due to this and his own choices, recently he decided that I was no longer worth his time or trouble and he completely cut ties with me. I’m sure many of you are saying that I should have done that first and a long time ago. That I should have moved on, found someone better, written him off as one of the worst human beings on the planet and been done with it. I had more than one therapist tell me as much, or at least something akin to that fact, as well as many friends/family members tell me that I needed to simply forget about him and move on. If only the heart worked on a system of logic like that. My brain certainly did, and I kept telling myself all the things he had done that were clearly in the “con” column to try and give my own heart enough evidence to stop hurting. Alas, the heart is chaotic and ruled by something far stranger, more complex and far more precious than logic. I loved him. I loved him with all I had and I still do because real, true love is unconditional like that. That was enough in the “pro” column to outweigh anything else I could muster in opposition. Still, that doesn’t mean I wasn’t hurt, betrayed, disappointed, angry, hell furious to the point of nearly feeling homicidal at both of them, but through all of that pain, I still love him. Anyway, slightly off track so let’s get back to the main part of this story. Throughout the last several months I have done my best to try and “get better”. To improve myself and to regain some semblance of normalcy after the trauma and continued hell that I was put through both by myself and the actions of others (not just my ex). Eventually I was able to learn how to put up enough barriers and walls to not feel like a raw nerve all the time and allow myself time to heal a bit, but let’s face it, wounds that pierce that deep never really heal. Eventually, I realized that I wasn’t going to be the person I was before. Too much of me had changed, too much had been irrevocably lost. I could be someone different, maybe even someone better, but I couldn’t ever get back to the place or the person I was either when I was with him or before. So, I did what I could to make myself feel better, to rebuild my life as it were and a large portion of that would next revolve around me rebuilding a “new” body. One of the things I shared with my ex was a desire to become as big and muscular as possible. I’m not talking cute fitness or “beach bodies” but real hulking muscle monsters. Those beasts of brawn at the top of the bodybuilding community where you part crowds like the Red Sea, and where limited range of motion is the goal. To get to the point where there was no doubt that we were serious meat heads and that we had no desire to slow down nor stop growing anytime soon… well ever really. With his encouragement and guidance, I was able to break through the last mental hurdles I had that were stopping me from actively pursuing that goal and started going to the gym. I had been giving myself no end of excuses for years but with him in my life I finally had enough confidence to put them all aside and start on the path of never-ending growth. I paid for a personal trainer, dedicated myself to it and I was fortunate to share the beginning of that journey with him and even though I stumbled with it for a while after our “break up” I have gotten back to it and have continued to grow and develop and improve myself physically which has helped in many ways to improve myself mentally. The only trouble I had though was that I still tie a lot of this muscle growth journey to him. I still recall our workouts together when I’m lifting, the meals we prepped and shared after a long workout, even when I was giving him his weekly injections. All in the pursuit of our mutual growth. I’m still trying to untangle the goals and desires of being massive from including him and have the focus be for me. However, knowing that he left me for someone bigger and better built than I was while initially highly damaging to me, has now provided plenty of motivation for my workouts. I was going to work my ass off to show him what he missed out on. I may not have been good enough before, but I would do whatever it took to outclass the guy he left me for and show them both what real muscle was! At least, that was the plan. Despite the fact that I had done all this work, changed my physique and was in much better shape and condition than I had ever been, I still was considered a “good guy” but not enough for anyone to want to date or be in a relationship with. Sure, I had many who wanted to fuck me, or be fucked by me, a single photo update on my online profile was enough to see that I had improved physically to be more desirable, but the couple of times I had met someone it was just a hormone release to them, or another sexual conquest and then they ghosted me. I was a good enough one-time disposable fuck toy, but not good enough to date. In my mind, it always came back to the voice that I wasn’t “good enough”. I wasn’t big enough, defined enough, handsome enough, so I did my best to focus that negative energy into my workouts. Given my pre-depression mindset of body dysmorphia for wanting to be a juggernaut of muscle and strength, this caused quite the feedback loop of pushing myself like a madman in the gym. Having all that fuel the fire of my workouts has no doubt been a benefit given my progress in the last few months even if it tends to scare off some people at the gym. Several friends I have lifted with commented that when they see the determination and focus on my face during a set, to them it came across as intimidating, aggressive and what one friend lovingly refers to as RBF (Resting Bitch Face). “Hey James, how have you been?” I jump and turn around to see Scott one machine down from me. “Oh, hey Scott, didn’t see you there. I’m good man, how’re you?” Normally I would say that even if I had seen him so as not to come across as a creeper, but I really hadn’t noticed him because when I lift, I am 100% focused on my form and my own body. All my concentration is in my muscles to ensure maximum engagement and results. I don’t scan the gym for whatever eye candy is there and ogle the guys showing off like so many do, despite Scott being seriously delicious eye candy. Plus, today he was in very different gym attire than what I was used to seeing him in (head to toe oversized sweats instead of a tight muscle tee and even tighter shorts that he normally wore) including a cap that obstructed his face so I honestly didn’t recognize it was him. “Not surprised. You’ve got better focus than almost anybody I’ve seen. I bet a riot could erupt and you wouldn’t know until you were done with your set!” “Probably. Came close to that the other day apparently. There was some issue with another member that had to be asked to leave and I had to ask what happened after all was said and done because I was doing a drop set and missed the whole thing! Besides, you look like you’re trying to avoid the paparazzi dressed like that! What’s new with you? Still prepping for that show in February?” Scott had planned and started doing prep three months ago for a show that took place last week but had to back out last minute due to other obligations. Scott had one of the best physiques I’ve ever seen in person coupled with a model level gorgeous face and a really nice, genuine personality. He was honestly as close to my ideal guy as possible which of course meant he was unavailable. Despite that letdown, he has taught me quite a bit about different exercises, plus helped me a bit with how to pose (which is nowhere near as easy as spectators believe). “Oh yeah, that was a bit of a mess I heard. Steph had to threaten to call the cops before he finally left.” “Yep. Which given the fact that I’m sure she could have kicked this guy’s ass by herself was merely a courtesy to him.” Steph was one of the employees at the gym. She is about 5’6 or so but better built and more conditioned than half of the guys who work out here. Couple that with a “take no shit” type of personality and she’s a force to be reckoned with! She will speak her mind even if it’s not in a professional way and is one of the funniest and friendliest people I know. She is not someone I would like to mess with though, even if I have a good 6” in height and 100 or so pounds on her. She’s small but she’s scrappy. “No doubt! I would not want to get on her bad side for sure! And no, not looking to avoid the paparazzi, I’m not that popular. Yeah in the midst of prep for it, hence the sweats. Time to up the cardio and it’s better to do cardio in sweats or heavy clothing as it traps the heat meaning you burn more calories. So how have you been? Haven’t seen you for a while.” Scott and I tended to lift at about the same time every day depending on our work schedules and had developed a rapport. Because I found him so easy to talk to, he inadvertently was one of those people that I had dumped my problems onto without consciously realizing it. The biggest of which happened to be my love life, or lack thereof, and all the things that had happened with Lee (my ex). He was one of the few people who helped keep me accountable and consistently going to the gym to help work through my issues and use the weights to better myself. Even though he was straight (which I found out after asking him out on an impulse, however he was extremely gracious and tactful in his response to my invitation) he was truly a nice guy and always had a nice word for me to help bolster my spirits. “Um, good, I guess. Been a rough few days at work but hanging in there as best I can. Have another ‘anniversary’ coming up which will be a challenge but somehow, I will make it through. And believe me, you’re more popular than you realize! I’ll admit to having the urge to be a paparazzi and sneak a few shots of you from time to time! I haven’t, but the urge is there. You’ve got a killer physique; one you’ve worked really hard developing and one that should be photographed and shown off.” One thing I’ve learned about most “straight” guys who are bodybuilders, if you stroke their ego enough, they tend to overlook the sexual inuendo and subtle flirting. “Ha!” he laughed and looked humble (yet another thing I found so attractive about him) “Maybe at a show, not any other time. But sorry to hear that you’re having a rough time. Well Halloween is coming up so that should help you right? Isn’t Tric doing some big Halloween party? You should get dressed up, go out, get drunk, have some fun. Take your mind off things for a night.” “You would think so right? I do actually have tentative plans with some friends to go to a party, but the anniversary is Halloween. Spent it with my ex last year post break-up to try and see how well we mesh as friends and he was the happiest I have ever seen him. The later it got, the drunker he got and more he went on about how great the other guy was and how happy he was in the relationship. Hard to sit through. Still, all I can do is take things one step at a time which right now means getting back to my workout and not letting a super stud like you distract me from my gains!” I laughed and took a quick sip from my shaker while I waited for his reply. He raised his hands in surrender with a grin forming on his face. “I wouldn’t dream of doing that! I need to get my ass on the stair climber anyway. Have a good workout man and I’ll catch you later!” He shook my hand before turning to leave. “Good luck climbing the Empire State Building!” I called after him grinning. He turned to smile back and then we both returned to our respective workouts. I finished up my chest workout a short while later having fully exhausted myself and burned through all my frustrations caused by my job that day. I managed to catch Scott's eye and wave as I walked out of the gym saying goodbye to the person at the desk. Once outside I patted down and searched in my pockets to find my keys. Realizing they weren’t there and most likely landed in my gym bag, I stopped at the back of my car setting the bag on the trunk to fish them out. Without warning, I was starting to sob digging around my bag. Despite every effort to the contrary, the memories of last Halloween were filling my mind and I was recalling the look of pure exultant joy on the face of the man that I saw my future with knowing he had already chosen another… “Excuse me?” I hear a voice from slightly behind me and turning around I was face to face with a middle-aged woman. Wiping my face quickly I did my best to put on a smile and “brave face”. “Yes?” I asked trying my best to look respectable and courteous despite wanting to run away to be alone. “I’m so sorry to bother you but I was wondering if you might be willing to help me with something. I brought this old chest to sell at the antique store here and I’m having some trouble getting it out of my car. Would you be so kind as to help me?” “Of course. Let me just put my bag in my car quick and I’ll be right there.” I smiled again and using the remote on my keys to unlock the doors, which I had finally located and extricated from the jungle of my gym bag, tossed the bag in the back seat and followed to her vehicle. “Thank you so much for this. I was counting on someone in the store being able to help me, but no one seems to be around and I’m in a bit of a hurry.” She did look slightly frazzled saying this and checked her watch to see the time. “It’s no trouble. I’m happy to help out.” She had a sizeable chest, at least a good 3 feet long and 2 feet wide secured with bungie cords into the trunk of her car. It had very intricate carvings all along it and despite looking extremely old, it was in almost immaculate condition. “This is beautiful.” I commented as I began undoing the bungie cords. “It’s a hope chest, right? My mom has one. Not nearly as detailed as this but about the same size.” “Yes. It belonged to my great aunt who recently passed away. I’m in charge of her estate and when some things didn’t sell at the auction and no one claimed them as inheritance, my only choice left was to sell them. For some reason this one didn’t sell at the auction even though the auctioneer was sure it would be one of the highest ticket items due to its condition. A friend suggested I bring it here.” Having been dragged to several auctions as a kid (and hating every minute of it) this was odd to me. Usually people will buy the strangest things when they can do so for pennies on the dollar of what they are actually worth. And this piece seemed highly valuable, so it was a shock to me that someone hadn’t snatched it up. I managed to pull the chest out easily enough given it was empty and she closed the trunk. “Actually, my friend suggested I try for that Antique Roadshow first and that maybe it would be end up being worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, but I don’t want to spend that much time and effort on it. I just need to get rid of it as I live out of state and can’t miss too much more work.” “I’m sorry to hear that. Loosing someone is never easy.” I puffed out as I walked trying my best to hold onto this thing. It was an awkward shape and size with no handles and I guess, without realizing it, I was trying to show off for this complete stranger by not having her help me carry it. Hearing about this woman’s family member dying shifted my mind immediately back to Lee as I walked toward the antique store next door to my gym. It was so strange that I only now realized it was exactly like a death that I was mourning but he was still alive. He was forever out of my life as though he died but he is still living and happy just not with me which somehow made it that much worse. “Thank you. To be honest, I never knew her that well so I’m not sure why she entrusted me to do all this, but here I am.” She shrugged at this and walked a bit ahead of me to hold open the door to the antique store. “You can just leave that here they said. Someone will take it to the back when we’re done filling out the paperwork after the appraisal. Thank you so much again for your help.” “You’re very welcome. I hope you have a good rest of your day and sorry again for your loss.” I smiled and turned to leave when something about the chest recaptured my attention. The woman was already moving deeper into the store to find the clerk or whomever to do the appraisal, but I was drawn back to this chest. It really was beautifully decorated and well maintained on the outside. Wonder what the inside looks like I thought and found myself kneeling to open it. It opened smoothly and was almost completely empty except for a single piece of paper. Reaching in to check it wasn’t something the woman might need that would accidently get lost with the chest, I found myself stunned at what I was looking at. The page looked and felt ancient. That really old thick paper or parchment that you see in movies or TV shows that is from the 1700’s or something. It didn’t feel delicate or fragile despite its apparent age. It was obviously torn from a book given the single jagged edge, but the rest of whatever book it came from was nowhere to be found. What was even more intriguing about this old page however was what was written on it: This page is conjured for a person whose life is woefully out of balance. Someone has caused you great pain for their own gain and this must be brought back to balance. Use the power of All Hallows Eve to call upon the forces needed to restore balance. If you truly believe, the instructions will appear. If not, this page will soon vanish and travel to the next person most in need of its services. I looked up with the overwhelming desire to laugh. This had to be a joke, right? Was there a camera somewhere, or was this planned just for me? It was too… specific. Well no more or less specific than most psychic readings in my opinion. Despite my skepticism, I always thought there was something out there beyond the tangible. Never really anything as mainstream as magic as that felt too easy, but I’ve had too many unexplainable things happen that I can’t help but believe there is some kind of force working in our lives that we haven’t identified… or maybe just forgot about/lost faith in? I looked around the store quickly to see if the woman had returned or was nearby to ask about this strange page and when I couldn’t locate her, assumed she went into a manager's office or back room and returned my gaze to the paper. There, below the first few lines, a new sentence appeared: No this is not a joke. That wasn’t there before. I know it wasn’t. Must have been some reaction to the sunlight after being planted in the dark chest. I remember reading about inks and dyes that act like “invisible” ink but require light or heat to be made visible again. Definitely a neat trick or novelty item, especially given that Halloween was so close. The only thing that could have made this even creepier would be… James I watched as my name was written onto the parchment. Not slowly appeared as though the ink were drying, but actually written out, letter by letter by some unseen hand. I dropped the paper in shock. Okay… either this is the best prank setup in history… Or it’s real. Like really real. Holy… or maybe unholy? There was no denying now that I believed this was some sort of magic but the question now thundering in my head was: what would be the cost of using it? I heard the sing song, high pitched voice of Rumpelstiltskin from Once Upon A Time in my head: “Magic always comes with a price dearie”. What exactly would happen? Restore my life to balance? That could mean any number of things. Without even really registering it, I had picked up the paper from the floor, folded it gently before putting it in my pocket then I was walking towards the back of the store to find the woman. She was talking to a man in what looked like a back-office area. “How much would you like for the chest?” I asked before really thinking through what I was asking. Why do I suddenly want to buy this woman’s hope chest? I didn’t have a use for it, didn’t really have a place for it in my apartment... but something inside told me I had to have it. “Oh!” She was shocked by this and said she’d be happy with $200. I told her I would be right back as there was an ATM at the end of the strip mall. The salesperson looked annoyed and I heard him say he could beat the price, offering to pay several hundred dollars more, but apparently the fact that no one from the store had helped her move the chest countered the lost income. Not to mention would save her time not having to fill out paperwork and wait for this guy before she could leave. I returned about 5 minutes later with the cash in hand and hauled off the chest I just brought inside back out to my car. Bringing over the bungie cords she had used and giving them to me as a ‘bonus with purchase”, she shook my hand and thanked me. I moved around to the driver’s door pulling out the folded page from my pocket as I went and got in the car. I had originally planned to go home and have my post workout meal but as I sat in the car looking at the unfolded page with the instructions for what to do magically appearing, I knew those plans had changed. Now, I have a couple stops to make.
  6. Thank you for your comments MDisel24. Truth be told, it comes down to the fact that I had a concept in mind, a story to tell, and there were simply pieces of it that I put in that made it easy to identify as him/them. I already knew what the bulk of the story would be, there were simply things, specifically the catalyst/mechanism to trigger the growth that were inspired by his work/life. There are other elements too, but I won't go into more detail. The fact is, and I think many could agree, at least I know I would, that once you have that realization that "Hmm... this sounds like me." that you keep going with the idea that it IS you, even if it's not. As many authors here could probably attest to, characters are built around many different ideas. I take aspects of people I know personally, professionally, celebrities, other fictional characters, etc. Bits and pieces from various places are compiled together in order to craft someone new. If I can draw the reader into the narrative, make them feel like they are a part of the story, or are able to live the story, then I feel like I've done what I set out to do. But once the seed is planted of "That sounds familiar... that sounds like me!" You immediately start looking for other identifying characteristics. And if you look hard enough, and if you rationalize deep enough, you'll find them. There are many stories here that I personally do not identify with. I can't relate to the characters, the setting, the motivation, none of it. Ones that I think or feel clash with my personal values or ideals, characters that are mean, rude, selfish, materialistic, or downright evil, ones that tell a story that I don't really care to know, but I know it was of value to the author and it meant something to someone else. Truth is, no one is perfect. No life is without it's pitfalls, it's issues, it's dark times, or its mistakes. Sure, it's easy to gloss over that in fiction because an author can control the story to tell it any way he/she wants. I can make things perfect, a paradise that no one can find fault with, but someone will always find fault with it. " Did you know that the first Matrix was designed to be a perfect human world? Where none suffered, where everyone would be happy. It was a disaster. No one would accept the program." I could have chosen to not have the character of Jack at all. I could have complete omitted it and odds are that would not have caused as much issue. I could have changed Geon to the point that he wasn't even remotely identifiable to someone I know, and odds are, there wouldn't have been any issue. But I chose not to. Because there was specifics that I wanted to tell. I explained a bit more of what messages I wanted to convey, and during my edits and rewrites of this, I'll work to flesh those out more, but I made the choices I did and I'm not going to apologize for that. I used those elements of their lives because it allowed me to tell the story I wanted to tell, not because I was looking to harm or upset anyone. Just because one aspect of a character was drawn from a real person, doesn't mean they ALL were or that they were from the SAME person. I value your feedback, just as I did theirs and everyone elses who has commented. You may not understand, and while I'm more than happy to discuss it more and answer any question you or anyone else does have to better understand, it may not happen. Any story is interpreted differently by people who watch it. In high school we were all given the same story to read and each of us had their own perspectives on it. I recall vividly that when we were reading The Scarlet Letter, I HATED that book. When the teacher asked me for my opinion and I said it was the most boring book I'd ever read, he told me I was wrong. That my OPINION was wrong based on the fact it was lauded as one of the most influential books of all time, hence why we were reading it. I didn't get the message(s) that story was trying to convey, at least not all of them. But my thoughts on the book were that it sucked, whereas classmates and friends, and obviously the teacher, enjoyed it. I've gone to movies with good friends and we've left feeling like we both saw something different. We both understood different things, or interpreted it in our own way. I've identified with and understood characters that they think are garbage. It's human nature. We're going to see something based on our own life that is unique and different to anyone elses. When you see a picture or painting that draws you in, you appreciate it or respect it. At the same time, dozens of people will look at it and pass it by without a second glance. Why do you think people have different favorite movies, shows, etc and it's not the same one we all love? Because we all see things from our own perspective. I can't control how someone interprets my story any more than another author can control how I interpret their story. There were specific messages I wanted to convey but not every reader is going to draw those same conclusions. Could I have changed things so it spared their feelings and consequently our friendship? Yes. But that would have required me to know in advance that they were going to take it badly. I spent the last three years doing that to the point it drove me crazy. I was so consumed with how everyone else was going to feel, react, say, do to whatever I was going to do that I was locked in my own head planning out scenarios and trying to make sure no one was remotely upset by me that it caused me to harm myself. I can't do that anymore. I won't do that anymore. I made my choices and I stand by them because this was a story I wanted to tell that was personal to me. It was BASED on real people or events, but so have hundreds of thousands of other stories, tv shows, movies, etc. It incorporated elements of my life that they and you the readers have no idea about. In the end, this was a work of FICTION. Again, thank you for taking the time to share your thoughts with me, and I'm happy to discuss them more at length with you should you chose to.
  7. Thank you for the compliment. And while I have attempted to explain that it was merely based off real people and events, then things were exaggerated from there into a fiction, they are convinced that more fiction is fact. I've tried to explain but at least for now they are too hurt to hear more so there's nothing more I can do.
  8. I'm glad you brought this up, and given recent events I wanted to take a few minutes to clarify a few things, and I guess I will start with that point. This story has lots of elements that are drawn from real life people and events. Unfortunately, it seems like too much reality before the fiction as the people who two of the characters are based on are members here who were none too flattered with my portrayal of them in this little opus. The main characters were never going to end up as a couple. There was never going to be the sudden rom-com set up of "Oh I finally see you though new eyes and you're my soul mate..." It wasn't set up to be that way. Like the concept behind the storyiversary, this was designed to be a one off. The sudden change of events that happens with that kind of growth and how it changes your whole perspective. I wanted to explore this more, I had lots more ideas, and I'm still making revisions and edits to get this point across better, but the sudden expansion of passion between Geon and Chris as friends+ was suppose to mirror the sudden expansion of muscle in Chris himself. Once that finished, things would go back to "normal" or the new normal and that's that. Big reason why I had the quick departure was to show that it wasn't that they were in love, just had a sudden and tangible mutual fantasy manifest for them. Along with that, is the "fight" scene between Geon and Jack. How he was irritated, dismissive of him, etc. This was both accidental and intentional. When I first had the character Jack in the story, he was much more over the top than this. I had personal issues with the person he is based off of when I began writing this story and my VERY rough draft of this showed just how upset I was and how much of my own personal demons were bleeding into the story I wanted to tell. I checked myself and removed a lot of that (plus several other things that revealed more about myself than I care to admit, lots of it I'm not proud of), but this part in particular I wanted to keep because it showed something that I only ever really recall reading about in The Gardener (one of my favorite stories period): When you are with your significant other, boyfriend, partner, husband, or whatever term you would like to use, for a long time, eventually there will be some things about them that bug you. No relationship is perfect all the time. It's not going to be that picturesque Disney love story where nothing bad ever happens, or you are always in that love-struck honeymoon phase, etc. You can love someone and still be mad at them, it doesn't mean you don't still love them. People mess up, people make mistakes, people are human. I wanted to show the "messy" side of a relationship so that it showed just how much they love each other that Geon didn't suddenly just exchange him for the shiny new toy. That's also a SLIGHT attempt at social commentary in what I, and many others, see in the gay community of where as soon as things get bumpy, people eject, dump their SO and look for someone "better". There's no serious attempt at working through issues, talking about them, going to therapy, etc. This constant search for someone more ideal is something that is so unhealthy that I wanted to point out that even when things get rough, you still stick by that person. Even if another person comes along who might pique your interest for whatever reason, you don't just jump ship. That's why I made it a point to explain about the open relationship the characters had, and why I very VERY specifically didn't have a sex scene. Yes there was the fact they both got off together, but out of deference to the real life relationship these characters are based on, I kept it within what I understand of their definition of an open relationship. Coupled with the fact I personally have a hard time with the whole "Friends with Benefits" concept when it comes to full on anal sex... for me, that's something reserved for people you either only want to sleep with once, or someone who will be your boyfriend, partner, significant other, etc. despite what you're raging hormones might be telling you. I also wanted to highlight, and maybe I failed a bit to do so, the psychological change that would occur in someone with such extreme body dysmorphia issues, just to clarify, I'm talking about Chris, to suddenly have the body that they've always dreamed of and more. How that sudden change in a 24 hour period would affect who they are. The concept of "be careful what you wish for" and being "on the other side" was one I was trying to explore here, but again, maybe that didn't translate as much from my head as I thought by the time I needed to post this. There are a lot more points here, but I'll stop with this and post it along with my public apology to the two men who I drew inspiration and based these characters from. I understand why you are upset, I completely acknowledge my insensitivity to how this came across to you as I was too busy with my own issues and vision to stop long enough to see it from your perspective and for that I am truly sorry. I hope that you will read this and it might help you to understand what my intentions were as well as explain my regret at falling short in meeting them.
  9. Chapter 6 It took Geon much longer to fall asleep as his mind was reeling from all that had happened tonight. His experiment was a success beyond his wildest imaginings, at least with Chris. He was excited to see how well it would work for himself as well as the others he had planned to test. At one point his mind was too consumed with these thoughts that he went into the living room and got on his laptop to log into the university servers. He spent probably an hour going over more of Chris’ data trying to figure out what made him so receptive to the process, but in the end his excitement wore down, his body now craved sleep, so he closed the laptop and headed back to bed. It was late in the morning before Geon finally woke up and took several more minutes before he recalled all that happened the night before. He rolled over expecting to see Chris but instead was met with an empty bed. Must have gone out to get some breakfast. As Geon got out of bed, he noticed he was quite sore in various places. Most of it was centered around his ribs and back, but also a bit in his neck too. Just slept funny is all… “Hey Chris?” Geon called tentatively through the apartment. “Yeah?” Chris replied coming from what sounded like the kitchen. “I’m gonna jump in the shower quick, then I’ll be out, and we can get breakfast.” Geon went into the bathroom before he really heard the reply because he just wanted to clean off the dried sweat and cum that he had unknowingly left before going to sleep last night, as well as hoping the hot shower would loosen up the stiffness and soreness he felt. He had just stepped into the shower and had the water rinse him once before he heard the bathroom door open. He opened his mouth to protest but stopped when he realized the shadow cast onto the shower curtain was truly immense. With barely a second to register this fact, the curtain was then pulled to one size and Chris maneuvered his vast body into the shower behind Geon. “Mind if I join you sexy?” Chris purred and leaned in for a kiss. Geon couldn’t believe his eyes! Chris was easily 50 lbs. larger than he was last night and amazingly, astonishingly, impossibly more ripped that before! Geon was sure that not an ounce of visceral fat remained on Chris. No man in the history of bodybuilding had ever achieved such level of conditioning as Chris currently had. “My God!” Geon cried as he tried to back up to take in more of Chris’ immense size. “You like?” Chris said and did some very quick flexes of various muscles but given the confined space couldn’t move much. “Looks like we proved our little theory true doctor Frankenstein!” “Um… y-yeah… we… wait, huh?” Geon was babbling as his brain worked furiously to process the onslaught of new information. “More fuel equals more growth” Chris said simply. “H-how… how much…” Still stammering, Geon’s hands, seemingly of their own accord, rose up and started to feel as much of Chris as he could reach. “Not sure yet. I think I broke your scale.” Chris grinned sheepishly and shrugged his massive shoulders like a child. “Guess we’ll just have to guess, or maybe go back to the gym. That scale went up to at least 400 didn’t it?” “I… I’m ah… not sure.” Geon said never taking his eyes from Geon’s torso. “I’ve never really looked… my God you’re HUGE!” Chris grinned a bit more at this. “Oh yeah. Told you last night I wasn’t done growing yet. Besides, I wasn’t going to allow any chance for me not to keep growing so after you went to sleep, I went out and got a couple things then came back to a late-night snack.” “You did?” Geon finally focused his attention onto Chris’ face at this. “Wait, where did you go? What did you get? I never heard you leave…” “No, you were out pretty cold last night. Granted so was I for a couple hours at least. But I woke up starving so I knew I would need to eat. So, I went down to the corner store there and got a few gallons of milk to mix up my shakes with.” “The mass gainer!” Geon shouted. “I forgot all about that!” “Well it was an intense night, so I’m not surprised. My stomach didn’t forget though. Anyway, I got those and came back up. I was mixing them up for a while though. Do you know how long it takes, even two shakers at a time to go through two buckets of gainer mix?” Chris asked raising an eyebrow at Geon. “Two!?” Geon shouted again “You went through two?” “Yep. Two full buckets. So that’s what… 44 lbs. of mix, plus 6 gallons of milk at 8.5 lbs. roughly makes approximately… 95 lbs. of raw fuel that I consumed last night.” Chris made a show of doing the math though Geon was sure he had already calculated it previously. “So you’re… what 380 lbs. now?” Geon gaped at him trying to gauge if this were the case. “No, well at least I don’t think so.” Chris said shaking his head. “Your scale errored out which I’m assuming it does at anything beyond 350. Therefore, I’m guessing I’m at least that, but I don’t think it was a direct lb. for lb. transfer. Some must be lost during the chemical conversion but given how I look and feel, plus the scale not reading, I’m going to guess I’m somewhere between 350 and 360. So approximately 60-70 lb. gain. Making it around a quarter to a third of the raw fuel lost in the conversion process. Though that is also assuming that I had burned through all the fuel I had from dinner last night during our initial examination.” Chris said closing the gap and pressing up against Geon. There was still a lot of heat Chris was putting out, but it seemed diminished now. Geon couldn’t stop himself from thinking it was probably due to the water from the shower defusing it, or that there wasn’t any fuel to burn in him now. Still, through those thoughts came the ones of Jesus Christ look how huge he is! “But for now, let us set the science aside and focus our attention on more important things.” Chris leaned in more, really needing to lean given his increased size. Their pecs were now so large that there was about a foot of thick pec meat blocking their way. With effort, Chris was able to give Geon the quick peck he was hoping to before pulling back. “Like you shaving me.” “What?” Geon spluttered and then started to laugh. “What are you talking about?” “You said last night that you’d shave me after you had a chance to appreciate this big hairy muscle daddy. Well from what I recall, you appreciated it quite well so now it’s time to pay the piper.” Chris raised his hand and held out the electric shaver. “Figured this would be easier, plus I tend to get ingrown hair a lot so just buzz it down really short. Should give the same general effect I want.” “Should take a lot less time too.” Geon said and took the shaver. He gave a long wistful look at Chris’ huge hairy pecs though. As though he couldn’t imagine the sacrilege of removing that beautiful hair from the perfect mounds of pec meat. “Okay.” Chris said grinning at Geon. “One last time.” Geon didn’t need any more persuading. He buried his face into Chris’ pecs and rubbed his face up, down, left and right over every inch of them. Licking, kissing, sucking on them all over until he had gotten them completely covered. Begrudgingly he then pulled back, turned on the shaver and started the process of trimming Chris’ body. Having competed himself a few times, Geon knew the process of full body shaving would take some time. Granted as he produced a fraction the amount of hair that Chris did, it still took a while to get into a good rhythm. Soon large clumps of hair were coating the tub as Chris kept turning to find better ways to allow Geon access to the spots that needed trimming. When all was said and done, it took close to an hour to get everything done. Chris then stood under the showerhead to rinse off with Geon offering both hands to assist. They both soaped up and cleaned Chris from top to bottom getting all the spots he now couldn’t reach. “I’ve no idea how I’m going to do this on my own now.” Chris commented as they were finishing up. “Even if I get one of those long handle brushes, I don’t think it will quite do it!” “Guess you’ll just need to find someone willing to lend you a hand. Shouldn’t be too much trouble given what you look like now.” Geon said without really thinking. “No. I suppose it won’t.” Chris said thoughtfully. “Since that’s all anyone seems to care about.” “It’s not all, but yes, it is something that many, including yourself put a lot of emphasis on. And don’t try to deny that’s the case.” Geon pointed a finger at Chris as he said this knowing full well what his reply was going to be. “It’s a sad truth, but you shouldn’t judge too harshly given how much you judge others on it.” “You’re right.” Chris said without any hint of emotion. “I’ve done the same, and I also know that a great body doesn’t always mean a great person. In fact, I should know better than most seeing as I’ve interacted with some of the most self-centered, egotistical, arrogant prima donna’s that seem to exist. In the US at least.” “Like Jeff…” Geon said as he kept soaping and rinsing Chris making sure to get as much feeling done as possible. Jeff was a guy that lived in New York whom Chris had met on his first trip there. Jeff was a gorgeous muscle stud that Chris couldn’t believe even replied to him, let alone offered to meet and spend time with. However, Jeff and Geon had a very different and much worse history. Geon couldn’t stand Jeff and while he advised Chris to tread carefully with regards to Jeff, he knew it was up to Chris to find out about things on his own. Without saying so they both knew that Jeff would be drooling for a chance to hook up with Chris now. “Or Adam…” Chris replied simply. Adam was someone that Chris knew from his time in Denver and was the biggest user he had ever known. If you weren’t up to his level of good looking or muscular, you better be willing to give him something or he wouldn’t so much as bat an eye at you. He was also one of the most hypocritical people Chris had ever met but he knew that one look at the new Chris, Adam would be tripping over himself to be associated with him. “For now, just focus on yourself. Take everything that comes with a grain of salt and allow yourself time. You’ve always been a great guy, now you’ve got the exterior to match. A lot of people will be throwing themselves at you because of how you look, not who you are. Trust me, I know.” Geon said as he finished rinsing Chris and turned off the shower. He got out and grabbed a towel tossing it to Chris and reaching for another. “That’s only after I get some new pictures taken. Any chance you’d be willing to help? I suck at taking selfies and I’d like to try and get some good shots.” Chris asked while drying his hair so some of it came out muffled. “Yeah, I’ll take a few shots of, and with you. After all, we need to properly document this.” “For science!” they both said raising a forefinger to the sky. After they were fully dry, Chris needing an additional towel to complete the job, Geon gave one last spot inspection to Chris to make sure he hadn’t missed any places and that the hair was trimmed uniformly. He had to admit; Chris did look damn good “smooth”. It really did highlight the shape and allowed you to see much more definition as well as vascularity. He did miss the hair, but hair grows back easily enough. Plus, he had a surprise in store for Chris. They took several pictures of the two of them together, highlighting just how massive and impossibly ripped Chris was now. Then Geon took several solo shots of various poses for Chris before handing his phone back. “Oh crap! Is that the time?” Chris looked at the clock display on his phone. “I really, really hate to cut this short, but I need to get going if I’m going to stick to my schedule!” He started to pack up the few things he had brought in and made a valiant effort to squeeze back into the clothes from yesterday. The shirt went on without much issues, but given it was a stringer tank, there wasn’t much fabric to begin with. Chris’ whole torso seemed to pop out of it in every spot and really didn’t do anything to cover him. His shorts however proved to be much more of a challenge. It took the combined efforts of both herculean men but finally they managed to get the shorts onto Chris with only a few slight tears forming. “Just don’t squat and you should be fine.” Geon said admiring Chris’ backside and how prominently his glutes stuck out from the back. “How exactly do you expect me to drive then?” Chris asked him back raising an eyebrow quizzically. “Ah right.” Geon paused for a second before adding. “Well then I guess just don’t get pulled over. Once you get out, they might site you for public indecency.” “Depends on the cop I guess!” Chris said grinning as he collected the last of his things and went in for a hug. “I cannot possibly thank you enough for everything. This has been a total dream and I owe it all to you.” “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about. Other than the workout and the post workout fun, I didn’t do anything.” Geon said with a heavy amount of sarcasm to make the whole thing completely unconvincing. “Seriously, thank you. Not just for the growth but for your advice, guidance and mostly your friendship. It means a lot.” Chris said as he pulled back eyes just beginning to get wet with tears. “You’re welcome, but honestly I didn’t do as much as you think. Most of this was you, be it consciously or subconsciously.” “Fair enough.” Chris shrugged and picked up his bag and the last two containers of mass gainer mix. “Think these will last me to Ohio?” He asked holding up the containers. “If you ration well enough.” Geon said looking thoughtful. “God I can’t wait for Casey to see me! He’s going to freak!” Chris said with a grin on his face. “Most people will from now on. Especially when you post to Instagram and they see just how much you’ve changed! Speaking of Casey though, I knew you were going to see him, so I sent a message to him yesterday while we were on the way to the restaurant.” “So that’s what you were doing!” Chris said with the light of understanding going off in his head. “I’d actually forgotten about that. Aw you didn’t spoil the surprise, did you?” “Quite the opposite.” Geon said. “I set up a surprise for you when you get there.” “What is it?” Chris asked looking like a little kid despite his gargantuan size. “I’m not saying. You’ll just have to wait until you get there to see.” “Aw come on!” Chris whined at him. “Just a little hint?” Geon paused for a moment before finally relenting. “Fine. My hint for you is: don’t post any of the pics we took to Instagram just yet. You’ll have better ones soon.” “Hmm…” Chris was puzzled but he knew he wasn’t going to get anything more out of Geon, and he was already running behind schedule. “Alright. I’ll hold off. Besides, I’m sure if I did it now, I’d have notifications buzzing from now until I got there, and they interrupt the audiobook I’m listening to. Alright, I’m off. Thank you again for everything Geon and I hope to see you again soon!” Chris leaned in again to get a quick goodbye kiss which resulted in slight rips coming from his strained clothing. “Oops!” he said blushing as he pulled away after the kiss. “Safe drive and text me when you get there okay?” Geon said as he held the door for Chris to leave. “I will. Oh, one last thing.” Chris said stopping just a few steps from the door and turning back. “I left you a little surprise too. If you don’t find it before I get there, I’ll tell you what it is when I get to Ohio and get, or do, or whatever your surprise is.” “Wait what? What is it?” Geon asked as Chris turned to continue his way to the elevator. “I’m not saying. You’ll just have to wait until I get there to see.” Chris said grinning that mischievous grin of his. “Just a little hint?” Geon replied also grinning at the reversal that had occurred. The door to the elevator opened and Chris walked in turning to poke his head out at the last second. “Hmm… nope! You’ll just have to wait!” Chris stuck his tongue out before pulling back as the doors closed. “Mean!” Geon shouted but knowing he wouldn’t get anything, closed the door. ***** Chris: Dude! You rock! 8:04pm Geon: You all finished? 8:06pm Chris: Image received 8:07pm Excitedly Geon opened the attachment and was completely floored by what he saw. His cock rose to full strength in record time as he saw Chris in all his massive ultra-ripped beauty with the perfect contest level tan having been spray painted onto him. Every bulge, every cut, every striation was now so much more detailed and refined. Chris’ size made him look inhuman, the bronze tan made him a God. Geon: Holy fuck! You look incredible! You can easily take the stage now and sweep the show! 8:11pm Chris: Image received 8:12pm Geon opened several more pictures of Chris in different poses and angles. All of which were orgasm inducing. Chris: Thank you for paying for this. You really didn’t have to but thank you so much. 8:14pm Geon: Don’t mention it. Consider it a late birthday present. 8:14pm Chris: Ha! As if all the rest you did wasn’t enough! 8:15pm Geon: You gave me a lot too don’t forget! But there is one thing left you need to give me. 8:15pm Chris: Still haven’t found it huh? Thought you’d have discovered it a while ago. 8:16pm Geon: Okay smartass, what is it? 8:17pm Chris: Connect to your university server. Open your last test sequence. 8:19pm Geon looked shocked as he put the phone down and opened his computer. In a few minutes he was connected via VPN to the university server and opened his project files. The last one was the secret one he’d used on Chris to trigger the changes to his body. Next to it was the message: “Last modified: 5/12/19 3:17am”. There was also a text document that he had never seen, created about the same time. He opened it to find a message from Chris. Hey G! So I found your little experiment here that you used on me. Have to say it’s pretty genius! It also goes a long way to explain a few things about you. I always thought it was unlikely that you could have the sort of body you do at your age without some sort of help, aside from all the steroids I mean! Anyway, hope you don't mind but I made a couple changes to it that I think will help. Keep me posted on the results, though I know you already will! Chris (P.S. You still owe me some cheese!) ***** It was a couple weeks later when Geon got home to the building doorman telling him he had a package waiting for him. He had no idea what it was not having ordered anything so assumed it must have been something Jack got. It wasn’t until he got into his apartment that he looked closely at the shipping label and saw that it was from Amazon. “Now what did he get.” Geon said to no one as he set the package down. When Jack got home about a half hour later, he was equally as ignorant to what the package was saying he hadn’t ordered anything either. Now even more confused, Geon went to get a knife to open the box with to see what was inside. “Holy shit! No way!” Jack had said when Geon pulled away the packing material to find a VR headset. Like a little kid at Christmas, Jack pulled it out of the box and started to open it. “Hey!” Geon said looking amusedly irritated at him. “Who says that’s for you?” “What’s yours is mine babe!” Was his response. Though that was his response to just about everything of Geon’s that he wanted. Somehow it never seemed to work that way in reverse. Digging through the packing materials Geon found the packing slip as well as another piece of paper. The packing slip showed the billing information as belonging to Chris. Excitedly, Geon looked at the second piece of paper which was a gift message from Amazon: Hey Geon! I know this isn’t quite the same as the one in your lab, but the hardware is virtually the same and you don’t need the other stuff for your side project like you do for your thesis experiment. I also have a supplement to add that I think should help in your endeavors. Let me know when you get this! Chris Geon quickly took out his phone and sent a message to Chris. Geon: Hey Chris. Just got your gift. Thank you but this is too expensive! 6:28pm Chris: Don’t worry about the cost. Honestly with all the money I’ve gotten the last couple weeks from corporate and private sponsors, it’s the least I could do! Besides, I’m betting you’ve got a few subjects in mind to test it out on. After yourself of course! 6:31pm Geon: I doubt it will work on me much anymore. It hasn’t for years. Even with my constant modifications. 6:32pm Chris: Well you haven’t tried it with mine yet have you? Plus, there’s this. 6:33pm Chris: Audio attached 6:35pm Geon clicked on the attachment and it was an mp3 file. He opened it on his phone but didn’t hear anything. He tried turning up the volume but still couldn’t really hear anything. Double checking that it was playing he let it go for a while but could only hear the faintest of sound. Geon: What is it? I can’t hear anything. 6:38pm Chris: You won’t at first. It slowly builds up. It’s a multi layered file so there are some sub and supersonic frequencies in it as well, so you won’t hear them, but your brain does and knows what to do with it. 6:40pm Geon: How will this help? Is it like hypnosis? 6:41pm Chris: How will a bunch of flashing images help build muscle? The brain is a mysterious thing G. Just trust me, it will help. Or at least, it won’t hurt! 6:42pm “This is so cool!” Jack exclaimed from the couch and Geon turned to see him with the headset on weaving and twisting around like a kid to see the full 360 view of whatever he was watching. “Any games come with this thing?” “Yeah there is one that you might like.” Geon said to Jack as he pulled up his laptop and connected to the university server. Queuing up the test sequence he grabbed a pair of headphones and plugged them into his phone. He plugged in the headset to his laptop to allow for the display to show up there and started both programs simultaneously. “I know I’ll like the results.” Geon grinned as he watched Jack relax and fall back onto the couch as the program played out. The End
  10. Chapter 5 Standing next to the bed they continued to kiss for several long moments. The whole time Chris was thinking how amazing this whole thing was. Sure, the fact that he had suddenly become an obscenely ripped, and apparently extremely strong bodybuilder in the span of 24 hours was at least a few of his top dreams/fantasies/wishes by itself, but the real thing that amazed him was finally getting to connect with someone like Geon on this level. He’d craved muscle since he was a kid. Wanting to be with a massive guy who was equally as eager to show off, flex, pose, hulk out, etc. for him as Chris was to witness and experience it himself. It would be like those obsessed fans who dress up and go to movie premieres to see their favorite superheroes, or characters from books portrayed on the big screen in over the top adventures, but then taking it a step further and being part of the movie. Of getting to touch and interact with someone you dreamed of for so long made the whole experience surreal. Yet here they were. And it would be a difficult task to choose which was more excited about being with the other. Each of them was running their hands down the body of the other. Without even realizing it at first, every place Geon’s hands would go, Chris would instinctively flex that muscle. First it was his arms, thicker still than even a couple hours ago, the biceps pumping up into Geon’s eager hands. Around to the Clydesdale horseshoe triceps. Feeling and tracing the striations and fibers of muscle trying to picture them while he was busy elsewhere like a blind man. Outside of a few professional photographs of top-level competitors, Geon had never seen a body so cut and sharp as Chris now possessed. The level of dryness, hardness, fullness that he had would make any competitor sick with envy. It certainly made Geon jealous. Though if Chris got this level of results, I should be able to get the same once I go through the procedure… Geon was too eager to explore Chris more and to feel his body pressed up next to his own. When Geon went to take his shirt off, he felt Chris’ strong hands grab him to stop him. “Please wait.” Chris said with a look of longing in his eyes. “I want to savor this. I want to take our time, so I can remember it forever. This is a dream come true, I don’t want it rushed.” He could tell by the look on Geon’s face that he was not thrilled with his idea but capitulated. “Please, pose for me.” Geon looked a bit surprised by this. “I was hoping we could both do that. I’m dying to see what you look like in the mandatory poses.” Geon’s hands kept traveling across Chris’ arms and shoulders tracing into each contour and valley he could find. “We can.” Chris said and surprisingly started to blush. “I brought a set of posers…” he said trailing off, letting his eyes wander away looking supremely embarrassed by this. “I thought you could help teach me to pose better, especially now that I’ve got something to pose.” He looked back at Geon; face suddenly stern. “But I want you to first. I want to watch you, up close as you flex in your gym clothes first. Then I can slowly strip you out of them to see a bit more and more as you go. I want to be able to feel your body as you do. Please Geon…” Geon starred into Chris’ eyes for another few seconds before smiling and pushing hard at Chris’ shoulders shoving him onto the bed. “First, you sit like any good audience member would.” Geon grinned and so did Chris in return. Finally! Chris thought. I’m getting to experience a live action worship session, not just a video of it! Geon took a half step back from where Chris was sitting and started with the most well-known pose, the single bicep flex. His years of posing practice kicked in and, even clothed, you could see the change in his posture and angling. If there was one thing his trainer was good at, was teaching him how to pose, and pose well for the judges. Chris moaned and there was a very noticeable jump in his groin as his already thick cock swelled up that much bigger. He yearned to touch Geon’s arm. To feel that size, that power, but he remained seated… for now. Geon switched up to the other arm for a moment before going into a triceps pose. Given that he was off season, he carried a lot of “fluff” as he called it so there wasn’t as much of a pop as what he knew Chris would when he did the same pose later. Still, the back of his arm swelled and hardened as he completed the pose. Being in a tank top, there wasn’t much that caused the fabric to move thus far. However, as he transitioned into a side chest, that changed. The tank top quickly filled, then stretched as Geon thrust his ribcage up and contracted his thick glorious pecs for Chris’ hungry eyes. For his part, Chris was panting now. The action of that was making Geon even more excited watching Chris’ own comparable, if not bigger pecs heave faster and faster. Wanting to see how much willpower Chris had, Geon started pulsing his body as though having growth surges. The result was something between a moan and a growl of longing, yet he still stayed seated. Geon was impressed with this fortitude and gave a wink before turning his back to Chris. Geon put both fists into the air directly overhead causing his rear delts to ripple before slowly bringing his arms down into a back double bi. He heard Chris shift on the bed as he completed the pose and leaned back to really emphasize his lower back… before remembering that his back was mostly covered still. He reached down to grab the bottom of his shirt again when he heard Chris move and felt hands covering his own. “Let me.” Chris said and Geon released the shirt. Chris instead pulled it up over Geon’s head and once it was clear, leaned in close pressing as much of his body to Geon’s as possible. Chris wrapped his own python arms around Geon pinning his to his side and squeezed. Gently at first, then more, and more, MORE! Soon Geon was flexing against him as protection from being crushed by Chris. This only encouraged Chris more and he kept squeezing tighter. Chris was breathing faster now as he felt Geon’s 290 lbs. swell and expand next to him. Pressing harder against his own suddenly much larger body. Relishing the feeling of size, strength, power that Geon possessed. Then, suddenly realizing that his own power was much greater. He gave one final squeeze and released Geon who took an involuntary gasp of breath. “Lat spread” Chris commanded in a low growl just behind Geon’s ear. He felt Chris take a step back and obligingly, Geon readied himself for the pose. Slowly he let his hands crawl up his hips until they were in position at his waist and he slowly flared out his back. Like a cobra head it kept flaring, getting wider, thicker, WIDER! When he finally completed the pose, he felt Chris’ hands grab onto his lats. Barely squeezing but enough to know there was pressure. Up and down his hands traveled across Geon’s lats before making their way across more of his wide back. Feeling the tightness in Geon’s lower back, up through the mid to his upper back and traps. Back down across his shoulders, squeezing briefly at the apex of each deltoid before going down his triceps. Squeezing again for a moment then finishing at the forearms that were clenched tight against Geon’s waist. “Hold this.” Chris said, again in something too close to an order for Geon to refuse. As he did, he felt Chris’ touch change. Suddenly it was incredibly light. Barely making contact with him as he traveled across the continent of Geon’s back. The sensation was intense for Geon as Chris was making his hair stand on end, then barely brushing it with his fingers. The sensation sent shivers through him but still he held the pose. Up, down, sides, around, Chris’ fingers went everywhere. Changing in rhythm, speed, tempo… it was like Geon was a musical instrument and Chris was playing him with exquisite care. After a couple minutes though, Geon was beginning to tire of holding this pose. Chris seemed to sense that and wrapped his arms around Geon’s torso, under his arms and told him to relax. At first Geon went into the bodybuilder’s definition of “relaxed” before Chris told him again and he finally let his arms drop and his posture to uncoil a bit. Falling back into Chris a bit, which seemed to be his intention the whole time. Chris held onto Geon with one hand around his chest, and the other around his waist. Given the size of Chris’ arms in conjunction to Geon’s, Geon couldn’t really allow his arms to drop far, more rest on top of Chris. It was then that he could really feel the difference between them. The dynamic had certainly shifted. Chris was now bigger, leaner and stronger than Geon which Geon would have said impossible just 24 hours ago! Yet here he was, this massive, ultra-ripped, near strongman level powerhouse, and he was looking at treating Geon like he was still the impressive one! Chris one hand went to work on Geon’s pecs. First rubbing slowly, then starting to press his fingers into the thick pillows of muscle. Slightly massaging and traveling along their expanse. Soon the fingers made their way to his nipple and started to tease it. Geon let this go for about 30 seconds before whispering back that his nipples weren’t sensitive. “Neither are mine” Chris replied leaning in close to Geon’s ear so Chris could feel his breath on his neck. “Bit of a shame really, but I’m sure I can find other spots.” With a bit of effort given their respective size, Chris leaned in just a bit further and started kissing the crook of Geon’s neck. Right where it met the sizable trap muscle. Geon moaned and leaned his head back while attempting to squeeze his traps for Chris’ hungry mouth. The effect was immediate. The same animalistic moaning growl escaped Chris and he squeezed Geon even tighter to him. The result was Geon again reflexively flexing up his body in protection from the pressure despite knowing that it would only provoke Chris more. However, feeling Geon flex his pecs resulted in Chris loosening his grip and shifting his other arm so that both hands were now grabbing onto the powerful pecs on the other side of Geon. He started squeezing, forgetting for a moment his enhanced strength and causing a shudder of pain and a wince to come from Geon. “Sorry.” Chris said and quickly relaxed his grip. He placed several more kisses along Geon’s traps and rear delts to apologize more. Chris then grabbed Geon and hugged him close as he started to lean back a bit so more and more of Geon’s weight was pressing down on him. This had the added benefit of allowing Geon to feel Chris’ still extremely swollen quads from their gym session an hour ago and the innumerable ridges, bulges and ripples from his hamstrings up to his upper back. Geon could feel the redwood thighs undulating next to his hamstrings. Not even remotely worried that Chris couldn’t support him after watching Chris on the leg press machine. His pecs were pressing hard into Geon’s back and he could feel Chris giving them slight pulsing flexes as he hugged Geon tighter. This, coupled with the cannons Chris had for arms, now easily 21”, probably more… I need to measure and find out! The feeling of so much muscle that was not his own surrounding him was stimulating Geon to a level he’d rarely been to before. After a minute Chris stood back up and released him. Chris started kissing down Geon’s shoulders now, then across his back, down it, making sure to cover every massive inch. While he did, his hands were up on Geon’s arms feeling his biceps and triceps as Geon obligingly flexed each for him. The first time Chris felt Geon’s biceps swell into his hands he growled. A deep, primal, passionate growl of such pure lust that it made Geon shudder and grin. Chris made his way back up Geon’s back, still eagerly kissing and licking every part of him that was within reach before making his way along his right rear deltoid and onto his right bicep. The first kiss was slow, meaningful, filled with desire. Then it got faster, more frantic. Licking, sucking, even biting once which didn’t bother Geon but it did surprise him a bit before Chris switched to the other arm like lightning arcing between two contact points. Chris had one hand pulling Geon’s flexed arm harder into his face, as though he wanted to merge with it while the other was still squeezing and feeling the other. Finally, Chris circled around Geon, never breaking some form of worshipful contact with him until he was standing in front of him. Chris had maintained his kissing trail around the front of Geon’s arm and up his front deltoid to the grand prize: Geon’s pecs. Long had Chris wanted to feel these massive pecs, to kiss them as the swelled and pressed hard into his face. To lick every inch and set every nerve on fire. His hands found their way up to Geon’s biceps again and with a double handful as well as mouthful of pec meat, Geon growled and pushed so hard that they both tumbled back and onto the bed. After the initial shock, both were laughing. “Sorry. Guess I still don’t know my own strength!” Chris said looking bashful yet pleased. “Well at least we got one good indicator of a specific group today. You pressed a ton man. A TON! And not like some of those showoffs on YouTube or Instagram do where they only move the weight about 3 inches, you pressed it! All the way down and back up again. I’ve never seen strength like that up close.” While he was saying this, Geon’s hand worked its way down to Chris’ thigh and he started to rub and squeeze the giant limb that was pressing hard into his own. “I want to get your measurements man. I’m dying to know how big you are now!” “Well what if I wanted to just stay here.” Chris wrapped his arms tightly around Geon’s torso and lay his head hard onto Geon’s chest. “This is my happy place. You think you can make me move?” Geon could tell even though he couldn’t see that Chris was smiling. “No, I don’t think I could make you move. You held me down on that bench without much effort at the gym and after seeing you press at least 4 times as much as I do, I don’t foresee my being able to make you do much of anything anymore.” “Guess you really did make a monster Doctor Frankenstein!” Both men laughed at this remark, though it was startlingly true. Chris had responded far beyond what Geon had expected and if he was right, Chris wasn’t done growing yet. “Please let me get your stats Chris. Even though I don’t have anything to compare it to from before, or even just earlier today, I’m dying to know where you’re at now.” Chris could feel Geon getting harder as he said this. The trapped cock pressing up into Chris’ abdominal wall was hard to ignore. “Oh, all right.” Chris sighed and let Geon go to stand up next to the bed. “For science!” he exclaimed raising his hand overhead, forefinger extended. Geon laughed and rolled off the bed to go get a tape measure from a side table. He then got his phone and started entering in the desired measurements on his phone. “We’ll go top to bottom. So, neck first.” He said wrapping the tape around Chris bull neck. As a joke Chris bared his teeth making his neck stick out a quite a bit more before laughing and relaxing. He did however attempt to flex his neck but never really having done this as a conscious movement before, didn’t do much. “20 inches” Geon said and picked up his phone to enter it. “Geeze really!?” Chris said completely shocked by that number. “Really.” Geon said as he put the phone back. “Shoulder span next. Now stand tall and keep your shoulders back. 58 inches.” Geon again picked up the phone to enter the measurement. “That’s…” Chris started but again his brain stalled out realizing how big he was now. “Just under 5 feet across yes.” Geon said in an almost mechanical tone. But as this was more science his rational mind seemed to have superseded his earlier lust. “Arms. 21.5 and 21.75. Need to bring your right arm up just a bit to keep symmetrical. Forearms; 19.5. Damn. Well given you had impressive forearms to begin with, this shouldn’t be too surprising. Alright raise your arms up so I can get this around you to measure your chest. 54 inches. Waist is 34 inches.” “Damn. Was hoping that would have gone down more. Not much from where I was at.” Chris was looking slightly dejected at this. “Did we forget about the half of Atlantic wildlife you just consumed? Not to mention half the rice fields of China.” Geon backhanded Chris’ stomach at this. “Oh ha! You’re right, I did forget that. I’m feeling a bit peckish now you mention it…” Chris said with a hint of a smile. “You can’t be serious!” Geon said looking bemused. “I’m sure I could eat more, just don’t really need to. Besides, that can wait a bit. My festivities already got put on hold for you scientific interests.” Chris pouted slightly as he said this. “Oh please.” Geon said putting his hands on his hips. “Like you don’t want to know too!” Chris grinned at this. “I thought so. Now, can I continue please?” Chris put up his arms and looked ahead. “Now where was I, oh yes, just did waist so now it’s– “ “Cock” Chris said without so much as a downward glance. “No.” Geon said back, equally not looking up at him. “Killjoy” Chris said before sticking his tongue out at Geon. “Just spread your legs.” “I swear if you tell me to turn my head and cough next– “ “Just do it!” Geon snapped back. “Does Nike know you said that, cause otherwise it’s copyright infringement.” Geon gave a slight jab at Chris’ nuts at this which caused Chris to flinch and reflexively put his hands over his crotch. “Ow! Hey, low blow!” “You going to cooperate now?” Geon gave him the stink eye at after a second, Chris pulled his hands away and spread his legs as far apart as he could. Geon wrapped the tape around the thickest point and brought the ends together. Chris flexed his leg as best he could, but there was some slight shaking as he did so, given how fatigued the muscle still was. “Wow.” Geon said pulling the tape out and picking up his phone again. “What?” Chris asked him looking excited. “You’ve joined an elite club for sure. Your legs are officially bigger than your waist. 36.75 inches.” Chris was stunned. He looked down and almost timidly pressed his fingers into the bulging mass of his right leg. The sudden realization of that caused quite a surge of emotion in his recently injured area too. His cock rapidly expanded which was unfortunate as it was still partially restrained inside his jock and straining shorts. He didn’t even really notice Geon going down and putting the tape around his calf until he heard him say “Calves!” Chris stood up on his toes causing the diamond heads of his calves to burst forth from the back of his legs. Chris was equally as blessed with his natural calf development pre transformation as he was with his forearms. As was proven when Geon read out the number. “19.5 inches. Same as your forearms.” Chris bounced up and down on the balls of his feet a few times at this. It only just now occurred to him that they hadn’t done any calf exercises at the gym tonight which he always did with the rest of his legs. Given the events that happened though, he wasn’t too disappointed by that fact. Geon had gone to get the scale from the bathroom while Chris was performing bodyweight calf raises. He returned, put the scale down, turned it on and told Chris to step on it. “Less dramatic than the one at the gym.” Chris said ruefully but got on the scale none the less. “Plus, how do we know how accurate this one is vs the gym one?” “It’s just to give us an- “ Geon started to say but stopped when he saw the readout on the scale. “294” Chris said looking down, as best he could, to see the readout as well. “Two hundred” he gulped “and ninety-four pounds.” He caught Geon’s eyes which were even rounder than his own. But suddenly Chris’ face changed, and he let out a “Damnit!” of anger before stepping off the scale. “What?” Geon asked looking startled and confused. “That’s AMAZING!” Geon said grabbing onto Chris’ shoulders to make him stop and look at him. “Do you realize that you’re basically in contest shape at this weight? Do you realize how few people EVER get to this size, let alone looking as ripped as you are? You’re practically an anatomy chart now! Look!” Geon brought Chris over to his full-length mirror and had him look. Chris hadn’t really gotten a good look at himself since before the workout at the gym. But it was CLEAR how much he had changed since then. He was fuller yet more defined. His muscles looked cut from marble with veins crossing over most of them. Even when he moved the tiniest bit, there was a symphony of muscle music happening under the ultra-thin skin. Muscles he didn’t even know the names of were out in bold relief, the ones he did had shape and texture he never imagined seeing, let alone possessing! “The only time I’ve ever been in this kind of shape was for my contest last year.” Geon said while Chris continued to investigate his reflection in the mirror. “That took months of dieting, hard work, and more chemicals than you’d ever imagine. And even then, I was only 225. You’re almost 70lbs bigger than I was and in even better conditioning.” With this thought, Chris looked over the bed at the mural of photos Geon and Jack had. A couple of them were of Geon’s last contest, the one where Chris attended. There was the group shot of them when Chris realized that he weighed as much, if not more than Geon had but it was not quality muscle, just large structure and layers of fat. Now, Geon was about 60-70 lbs. heavier than he was at that show, very close to Chris weight but now the roles were mostly reversed. Instead it was Chris who was ripped to shreds, deep cuts, veins everywhere, fibers and striations popping everywhere you looked. Next to him was Geon who was still in gorgeous shape, but had little definition, no real vascularity to speak of, and looked like the ideal off-season bodybuilder. Chris really wanted to shave himself smooth to see what he looked like and put on his poser. He wouldn’t be tanned like Geon was, but it would give him a better idea of his overall shape now. “You need to shave me.” Chris said turning to Geon and having that aura of command about him again. “What? Why?” Geon asked looking confused. “I need to see what it looks like pure. No obstructions. Just pure muscle.” “Okay, I’ll shave you, but not yet. First I want to get to appreciate a big hairy muscle daddy like you.” Geon said with a definite sound of seduction in his voice as he placed both hands onto Chris’ huge, hard, hairy pecs. Involuntarily Chris flexed them up into Geon’s hungry hands which made both men growl a bit. Then Geon began to run his hands over each pec feeling the hair roll under his palms and against the steel hardness of Chris’ juicy pecs. “God, I wish I had a hairy chest like this. I’d never stop playing with it!” “Then it’s probably a good thing you don’t, but by all means, please live vicariously through me. That feels amazing!” Chris rolled his head back at the feeling of Geon’s hands running over his chest. Though he got no stimulation from his nipples, the feeling of touch on his chest more than made up for it. He started bouncing them surprised at the difference. Before yesterday, he had decent control and was able to make them bounce together or separately, but there wasn’t much mass there and it was occluded by fat. Now however, there was nothing but muscle, and it was 10x as large as it was yesterday. And his level of control was almost superhuman. Chris could roll his pecs up making it transition from relaxed to iron hard bit by bit. The effect this had on Geon was something almost superhuman as well. With a groan Geon buried his face in between Chris’ pecs which Chris took as a sign to really give him what he wanted. Chris lifted is arms parallel to the ground and started to bring them together in a pec fly motion. Allowing his arms to slowly move across Geon’s own arms as he was now hugging Chris as tightly as possible to smother his face into the hairy thinly veiled mounds of muscle. The effect was to make Chris’ pecs swell and harden slowly, while also forcing them together like two tectonic plates with Geon’s face smack in the middle. Chris’ chest was starting to swallow Geon’s face bit by bit and Geon was all for it. Before Chris even had his arms to 45 degrees of their starting point, Geon reached up, grabbed both of Chris’ arms just behind the elbow and forced his arms together behind Geon’s head. Chris set his arms down on Geon’s shoulders, traps and back while maintaining as much tension in his chest as possible. Geon was moaning and licking as much as he could while being trapped inside Chris’ awkward most muscular pose. After a minute or so Geon pulled his face away and started to lick and kiss across the expanse of pec meat, across front delts, and down to Chris’ split peak biceps in much the same fashion that Chris had done to him moments earlier. This was much a much easier muscle for Chris to manipulate so he started to make his bicep twitch, bounce, harden and grow for Geon’s hungry mouth. At one point when he felt Geon’s mouth right at the peak of his biceps, Chris used his other hand to push Geon’s head down harder and as a result, force Geon’s mouth to open wider to take more and more of the growing muscle into his mouth. Not even the largest snake in the world could unhinge its jaw enough for that task. The massive ball of muscle was simply too large, and Geon could swear it was growing even larger as Chris flexed it. After several more minutes of intense worship, Geon finally came up for air. Both men were panting hard and sweating nearly as much as during their earlier workout. Geon could see that Chris was just as turned on as he was by the noticeable tent in his shorts. Chris reached down and pulled down his shorts and jock, struggling immensely as he did so to get them past his still pumped quads. Once he was naked though, he backed up and positioned himself on the bed laying back and looking at Geon expectantly. Geon took the hint and discarded the last of his clothes too. He kicked them to the side of the room and crawled onto the bed next to Chris. “God you are such a gorgeous man.” Chris said moaning and running his hand over Geon’s body. “Not nearly as much as you are.” Geon said and following suit started tracing along the contours and cuts of Chris’ body. Going along each line, flowing through each groove like a drop of water would. “You’re right.” Chris said making Geon pause for a second and look at Chris’ face. “You’re not as much as me, you’re much more so.” Chris leaned in and started kissing Geon. Slow, controlled, sensual. His free hand reaching up to grab onto Geon’s head to hold him in place and add the extra pressure just how he wanted. While also tickling the back of Geon’s neck, a spot that Chris always found stimulating on himself, and thankfully seemed to be the same for Geon as well. With some gentle coaxing, Chris indicated that Geon should lay down on top of him. Breaking the kiss for only a moment, Geon complied and laid down on Chris. The kissing resumed with gusto and as it did, Geon’s hands found their way down to Chris arms again and obligingly Chris made a double bicep flex to fill Geon’s eager hands. There was a moan of deep satisfaction from both as Geon squeezed and Chris rolled his hips causing both their swollen cocks to rub against each other. “Aw fuck Geon! That feels so good! Do you feel me still growing man? Cause I can. I can feel muscle growing right now. All that iron I lifted… that fucking TON of iron that I pushed up today, fuck it’s gonna make me even bigger. You think I look good now, just wait!” Geon was now licking and sucking on Chris’ arm again while bucking his hips into Chris’ with even more enthusiasm. “Ah you like that huh? You like the idea of me growing into an even bigger muscle god, do you? Do you have any fucking clue what it was like to lift a TON on that machine? Can you imagine the kind of strength I possess now? But I can’t stop Geon. I can’t stop growing man. I need you to make me grow bigger. To make me stronger. To make me the ultimate muscle GOD!” Both men were now lost in a state of pure muscle bliss. Each flexing against the other, gyrating their hips so their cocks would stimulate the other. Chris wrapped his one arm around Geon’s waist to pull him as tight as possible causing the tightness and friction between their white-hot cocks to increase more. “Look at me Geon!” Chris bellowed and Geon pulled himself away from his eager worship of Chris’ arm to look him in the eyes. Eyes that were on fire with the light of lust, passion, and above all, hunger to grow bigger. Chris wrapped his other arm around Geon and hugged him tight causing every muscle on his body to swell and harden around the now smaller man. “Feel my power, feel my muscle. Oh fuck Geon… oh fuck! I’m still growing Geon! Fuck yes! Still growing! So much bigger, stronger, need it… oh fuck I need it! I’m growing out of control Geon! I’m going to be over 300 in moments. By morning I bet I’ll be over 400!” Geon made a high-pitched moan at this statement. “Oh fuck yes you want that too don’t you? Yeah you want to see me grow to over 400 lbs. The biggest, strongest, most ripped muscle beast in the world! Able to carry you around with one arm, curl your 280 lb. body for reps as you watch my arms swell even BIGGER!” Geon was on the edge now. This talk of more growth, and supreme acts of strength were too much for him “Yes Chris! Fuck yes, I want to see you get so much bigger! So much more ripped! So much stronger! I want you to double in size, quadruple in strength! I want you to be able to curl my car… with one hand! I want you so much more than a mere 400 lbs. I want you over 600 lbs.! Twice my body weight!” Now it was Chris’ turn to moan, but his wasn’t a high-pitched whine, no this was a deep, guttural growl. This was a beastly noise coming from a primal place that knew it was time to come out. It was time to be released. RELEASE! Chris bellowed harder and louder, causing every muscle in his body to erupt to their fullest most supreme size, veins to thicken as they pumped more and more blood into the demanding muscles all over his body. Chris squeezed with almost too much strength around Geon, but the effect was out of this world to Geon. He saw, clearly saw Chris swell larger as the first stages of orgasm were affecting his body. The result was that Geon was almost forced to orgasm himself given the speed of Chris’ thrusts against him coupled with the sight and feeling of the man below him hulking up into an even larger form. Chris didn’t just orgasm though; he went off like a bomb! The force of the cum made its way almost up his cobblestone abs to the lower part of his pecs. But the more impressive part was that it seemed to cause his whole body to explode with a surge of growth that he had not experienced before. Every muscle swelled larger, tighter, denser. His skin was forced to have stretch marks in several places due to the sudden and rapid expansion of his body that was already pressing its limits. Angry red lines formed on his chest, delts, arms and most notably, his legs. Quads that were so obscenely pumped up earlier now surpassed that pump into a new permanent size that pushed his legs wider and wider across the mattress. Geon’s orgasm ended much sooner than Chris since he had blown a load just a couple hours previously at this man’s hand, both literal and figuratively speaking. He regained his sense of reality much sooner, but he was still trapped in the embrace of the hulking monster he had created. Inches were added to Chris’ every muscle. Well all the ones that Geon could see from this vantage point. His shoulders spread out wider, thicker, fuller pressing out in truly every direction. His traps were climbing up his neck closer and closer to his ears with more veins appearing to supply the fuel needed for their continued expansion. He could feel Chris’ chest expanding next to his own and started to feel the slight shift in perspective as he was pushed up higher and higher. The near obscene quads he had watched pump up at the gym he could now feel under his own twitching and rolling like an earthquake as they spread out further and further. Chris’ body was on fire now as it metabolized every ounce of fuel it had and expelled any water trapped under the skin. Geon was betting that if the room were slightly cooler, you’d have been able to see steam rising from Chris. It took close to a minute before he felt Chris finally starting to relax and regain his senses. His titanic arms rolled from Geon’s back and lay limply at his sides on the bed. They were both panting but Chris much more so and given what his body had just experienced, Geon wasn’t surprised. Chris opened his eyes after a bit and looked at Geon as though it was taking every ounce of strength to do so. “Water.” He managed to wheeze out. Geon nodded and climbed off the behemoth man and went into the kitchen for a glass of water. He returned and handed it to Chris who downed it in seconds before asking for another. Geon went to refill it, came back and it was gone almost as quickly as the first. Chris seemed satisfied with that, but Geon was still worried he might need more fluids. Granted he was sure Chris probably needed much more medical attention given the stress he just went under, but overall, he seemed fine now, just out of it. “Are you okay?” Geon asked him setting the glass down on the side table. “Does anything hurt? What are you feeling?” “Tired. Sore. But other than that, I think I’m okay. Man, that was something else.” Chris said trying to smile but only managing a twitch of his lips. “I can imagine! Why don’t you just rest. Let your body recover from all that.” “Okay.” Chris said and with enormous effort he rolled onto his side. “Lay down with me? I just want to hold you until I fall asleep. Please.” “Sure. Truth be told I definitely need to recoup myself!” Geon grinned but Chris had his eyes closed already. Geon climbed into the bed, curled around to press himself into Geon’s chest and draped the larger man’s arm over himself. About a minute later he heard Chris mumble something. “What?” “Happy.” Chris mumbled again just a bit louder this time. “That’s what I’m feeling now. Happy. Or maybe content is the more accurate description.” He hugged Geon closer to him for a moment before relaxing again. In no time at all he was asleep.
  11. Chapter 4 “Where is the nearest or best all-you-can-eat sushi place near here?” Chris said when they had gotten into the car. It took a few minutes to pick Chris up off the floor, with the help of another of the bigger guys who was watching Chris push a literal ton of weight. They changed quickly after a couple of post workout pump pictures, some for Geon’s coach, and a few that Chris was excited to finally get; ones with him and Geon together like he had seen several other people get in Geon’s Instagram posts. They toweled off more, got changed into regular clothes and headed out. “Why not go back to my place? I’ve got plenty of food there.” Geon said unable to stop himself from feeling Chris’ massive and shredded to the bone right arm. The cuts, the striations, the definition, it was almost too much to imagine! Only top-level pros had ever gotten into this kind of conditioning. Geon was sure he could see individual fibers twitching with Chris’ slightest movements. If Chris had above 2% bodyfat now, Geon would eat this car. “Firstly, I doubt even you have enough food for how hungry I am. Even if you do, I would clean you out. Damn near did that to Rick so trust me on this. Second, it’s all you can eat and I’m curious if they will cut me off after a bit or really allow me to go until I’m satisfied. And lastly, with the amount of fuel that will provide, coupled with the four containers of gainer mix I have in my trunk, should provide me with enough calories to grow into a muscle beast the like of which this world has never seen. I can’t say with certainty, but I’m sure you’ll agree that the more I eat, the more fuel I have to convert into muscle.” Chris flexed his right arm at this to emphasize his point. Geon gasped as the mountainous peak exploded while the triceps hardened to steel cables. Geon grabbed onto it and started to squeeze, though Chris barely felt anything. The split peak of his biceps was drawing Geon in and looked in dire need of his tongue to trace it. Before it could get that far Chris pulled his arm back and started the car. “Head to Yuka on the upper east side. Not really my cheat day though but for a special occasion I’ll find something to fit without going off my diet too much.” Geon said. “Guess maybe you’ll need to ‘test’ yourself so that you can start growing and shredding like me! Do you see these cuts?” Chris pulled up his shorts while driving to show off the insane pump and definition his legs had gotten during the workout. He could barely get both legs to fit in the small space even after he had moved the seat back, the steering wheel up and tried to shift to be comfortable. His quads were now bigger than his waist! He flexed right quad making everything from the tear drop that even now was practically overhanging his kneecap all the way up the leg jump out. “I never dreamed I could get this defined, and it just keeps getting better! Look at this, you can’t even pinch skin it’s so tight around my growing, rippling, tree trunk wheels!” To illustrate, Chris tried to pinch the skin but couldn’t get anything. Instead he just slightly pinched the diamond hard muscle. When he pulled up, his fingers just slid away as the skin was so taunt, he couldn’t maintain a hold. He relaxed his leg and tried again; this time able to get the slightest bit of skin before it snapped back down. “I feel like I’m shrink wrapped in my own skin! It’s so fucking hot!” Chris’ right hand traveled over to his prominent and increasing bulge as he drove. Geon almost couldn’t take his eyes from Chris. It was almost hypnotic to watch his body in motion. The tiny act of making corrections while driving set off a series of small muscular explosions that nearly brought Geon to orgasm again. Chris was now so lean that it was almost like looking at an anatomy chart. Suddenly, Geon had an idea and pulled out his phone. While looking something up, he glanced up frequently to help navigate them to the restaurant as well as steal glances at Chris. After a few times of this, Chris started flexing when he knew Geon was watching just to get more of a rise out of his friend. After about 10 more minutes of driving, they arrived at the restaurant and parked. Geon was still working with his phone but by the time they got in and settled, he was done and set it down. “You going to tell me what all that was about?” Chris asked. “Not yet.” Geon replied looking slightly shady. “But maybe if you’re a good boy and eat all your dinner I’ll tell you.” “Cute. Though I defy you to find anyone that could truly apply the ‘boy’ moniker to me!” Chris said and put his arms up in a truly sensational double bicep shot right there at the table. Geon never had this level of confidence, outside a competition at least, so it was hot yet slightly embarrassing to watch as he noticed several other people starring at Chris. “I’m sure many would try wanting, like I used to, to put huge guys like you… well us, in their ‘place’. Thinking that despite the size, the strength, the feeling of pure power we have we needed to be dominated, controlled, made to submit and serve. Though from the looks of things so far, it appears that at least one of us might fit that definition.” Chris eyed Geon with a piercing look. “No, that’s not-” but before he could get much further, Chris cut him off. “Oh no? I’ve got a bag of wet clothes in my car that would disprove that statement. Besides, I always suspected it, but for two reasons never acted on it.” Chris said before taking a drink of water that had just been left at their table by a very nervous looking woman who kept starring at the floor yet still managed to sneak several quick peaks at Chris. “Th-that was just an accident. I hadn’t… ya know… in a few days, plus the cycle I’m on has me more easily aroused than usual. And- “ “And you think I’m hot now.” Chris finished his sentence. There was a look on his face that was hard to define. “No! Well I mean obviously yes I think you’re extremely attractive after your transformation but that doesn’t mean I thought you weren’t hot before.” “The number of negatives used says all I need to know. I think we both know that’s not true. You’re trying to spare my feelings, trying to be polite, and maybe, trying to placate or keep my interest now that you are so keenly interested yourself.” Chris interlaced his fingers together and placed them on the table. “I’m not mad at you for it. I can’t really say I blame you. I know how much muscle turns you on. The fact that you would do this is living proof of that.” Chris quickly gestured to himself before putting his hands back together on the table. “That’s true but that’s not the only thing I’m attracted to.” Geon protested. “I’m not saying it is. But I’m saying that, like me, it’s one of the first things you look for. And I’m not saying that you didn’t like me before, but only as a friend, maybe just as an admirer, worshipper, someone to help stroke your ego. But in terms of a sexual manner, I wasn’t going to do it for you. And that’s okay.” Chris finished with a shrug before taking another drink of water. “I was a hypocrite. Knowing how much you are like me with the depth of this fetish, I was expecting to be the exception to the rule. That somehow, despite everything you’d find me as physically attractive as I find you. I was expecting your reaction to be contrary to the one I would take given the same circumstances and that’s not fair. So, I was mad at you for something that I was just mad at myself for because it was easier to blame you rather than myself. Plus, I found myself lusting after someone in a relationship and -” “We are open, you know that. I’ve told you that a few times.” Geon said exasperatedly. “Jack and I occasionally hook up with other people, sometimes together, sometimes alone. But even then, I don’t go very far with it. Usually just touching, kissing, maybe jerking off but never anal sex.” “Yes, I know you’re open. That’s really the only reason that I pursued any sort of flirting with you because otherwise morally I wouldn’t consider you any more than a friend. But that’s still a very morally ambiguous area for me. In many ways, I know that given my distance, I should jump at the chance to do something with you because it would be so infrequently that it would be fun. And truth be told, while fucking you would be a dream come true, it’s not really about that for me.” Chris paused here to eat several pieces of sushi that had been brought to the table finally. “What is it about for you then?” Geon asked taking a few bites of sushi himself. “For me, any sort of intimacy is… well intimate. I don’t have the sort of worldly experience you have here in New York City. My world is painfully small. So, all these levels of intimacy that you have so well defined and set don’t work the same for me. I don’t have multiple levels; I just have one. But I’ve been working on that.” Chris said scarfing down another few pieces. “That didn’t really answer my question.” Geon said in between his own bites of food. “What it’s about for me is that you are the closest I’ve ever gotten to true wish fulfillment.” “What? Why?” Geon was a bit taken aback by this statement. “Ever since I was a kid, I’ve dreamed of being with a bodybuilder. A real, massive, powerful bodybuilder. As a kid, it was just to feel him, watch him perform strength feats, later on Hulk Out of clothes, be a protector against all the bullying, then it morphed into well a morph, of someone really hulking out, gaining dozens if not hundreds of pounds of muscle and showing off for me as he grew.” Chris explained and dropped one hand under the table as he did so. Geon mimicked him. “The fantasy evolved more as years went on to more size, more strength, and eventually us both getting aroused about it. Then the idea of jerking him off finally entered my mind. Then more so as I realized all the erogenous zones of the body and how they can enhance pleasure. It was only in my late 20’s that I really had my sexual awakening. That the idea of having anal sex with another guy sounded even remotely appealing. Up until then, my entire fantasy ideal was built around being with a bodybuilder and helping him to feel as much pleasure as possible while I got to worship him. That was my contribution.” Chris finished to take a few more bites of food. “Contribution?” Geon asked looking extremely puzzled now. “I’ve never had good self-esteem. Be it about my looks, physique, intellect, skills… I never have felt much pride about anything I am or did. With all the bullying and knowing what my fantasy man was, and how I would never attract someone like him with how I looked, I figured that if I was talented enough, that would be my way in. It would be the tradeoff for being so unattractive.” Chris paused here to eat some more and take several gulps of water having accidentally run his last bit of sushi through a sizable bit of wasabi and was not prepared for it. Geon tried to rationalize the spice as the cause for the tears welling up in Chris’ eyes, but he knew that wasn’t true. “Chris.” Geon started and surprising himself just as much as Chris, put his hand across the table to take his. “I know you won’t believe this, but I feel the same way. Despite what you or anyone else tells me, I’ll always have the same insecurities I had when I was 17 and a skinny weakling. I may not have been bullied, but I bullied myself enough to not think I was good enough. That’s partly why I keep going. I keep working and trying to get bigger so that someday I can truly be happy with my physical appearance.” “I know.” Chris said rubbing his eyes with the napkin after finishing his entire class of water, and the rest of the bottle on the table. “I’m not saying any of this is right, or even really makes sense, just somehow the way it is, or at least was. Anyway, my point is, that because that was my fantasy for so long, it’s been the foundation of every other one I’ve ever had. There’s always the desire to worship a massive bodybuilder to fulfill a dream I’ve had for most of my life. Not wild and crazy sex, not even a serious monogamous relationship, but to have at least that one singular experience where I get to really and at length worship a man who is, in my eyes, so worthy of it.” “And that’s where I come in?” Geon asked. “Exactly. I could spend hours exploring your body, never going near your cock or ass and that would be everything I wished for. I want to explore the MUSCLE. That is what’s the most exciting thing to me. Every guy has a dick, or at least most of them do, there’s nothing special or unique about that. But a guy who’s dedicated years and years to building up his body to a level only a handful of people on the planet can get to? That’s a singularly unique experience that I’ve never gotten close to doing.” “You do realize that now the roles could easily be reversed. Not just for me but for you. You are worship worthy now Chris. You are the one that guys will be begging for some time with you be close to.” “Yes, that’s true.” Chris said taking a moment to really digest this as he inhaled the next round of sushi. “And since I started seriously lifting, I’ve thought about that and what it would be like. I don’t dislike it, but it’s still not the same. I’m still wanting that original wish. Though I imagine given my experience, that now I’m one of the big boys, they will be much more willing to talk to me and have that experience than before. Again, the realization that I was expecting to be the exception to the rule. To somehow be seen as unique and special and extraordinary when I didn’t believe it myself. That’s a hard lesson and will take some time.” “I tell you what, how about you take that time later, much later and for now we both simply enjoy the fact that our mutual fantasy has come true.” Geon said trying to bring Chris back around to his new reality. It worked quickly too. Chris grinned broadly. “You’ve no idea.” He said taking several pieces of sushi in rapid succession. When he finished, he leaned into the table and whispered to Geon “I’m not even close to full yet but I’m guessing you are. So how about you keep ordering for you as well, and I’ll just eat it all.” Geon was stunned! He was already full, having gone slightly over what he should have for his diet given the circumstances but agreed. It was at least 7 rounds of food later that the manager of the restaurant came up and advised them that they were going to have to either cut them off or charge them double price based on the amount of food being consumed. “I don’t think so.” Chris said looking directly at the already nervous manager. It was easy to tell that he did not have the confidence to tell these two very large men this sort of news, but it was his job after all. “See the sign says, ‘all you can eat’. There’s no proviso about up to a certain amount or we’ll charge you more. That’s false advertising.” The manager started to stand his ground more at this. Having dealt with a lot of people living in New York he was used to this sort of thing and repeated that he would either finish eating or be charged double to continue. Chris stood up and glared at the manager. Seconds passed and Chris never said a word. He simply stood there, clenching his fists, which made the muscles of his arms jump and tense showing off the sheer size and striations contained under the rice paper thin skin. The manager was looking nothing short of terrified now. Chris simply stood there, chest heaving, straining his shirt bit by bit with every breath. Geon was more than a bit nervous now too. Was Chris turning into some sort of monster? Finally, Chris rolled his neck and then bore down into a truly breathtaking most muscular pose. His face was contorted with teeth bared looking truly Hulk like! To complete the comparison, there was a loud RIIIIIIP that came from several places on Chris t-shirt. A low growl was coming from within Chris’ thick striated chest and it gave the feeling of rolling thunder. The veins exploded all along his arms, shoulders and neck. Small ripping sounds could still be heard as Chris was flexing harder and harder with every breath. Finally, he relaxed slightly, reached up with both hands to the collar of the shirt and ripped it in half. The manager gave a strangled cry before retreating somewhere in the back. Chris followed him with his eyes and as soon as he was gone, it was like a switch was thrown and he immediately he was back to being Dr. Jekyll but in Mr. Hyde’s body. He looked over and saw their server standing next to another table looking completely shocked. Chris smiled and gestured for her to come over to them. It took a few tries before she finally moved over to them. “We’ll take the check now please.” He said as he pulled the tattered remains of his shirt off him and set it on the table. She nodded and scampered away from the table to get it. Chris returned his gaze to Geon and asked “What?” seeing the look of stunned disbelief on Geon’s face. Their server returned a couple minutes later with their check but inside was a surprise. The bill had already been paid. “Who paid for it?” Chris asked looking completely surprised by this news. “W-well” the server stammered. She was still obviously very intimidated by Chris but was endeavoring to answer. “The manager took some off as a discount.” “Really?” Chris’ eyes went a bit wider at this. “So, he went from wanting to charge double to giving us a discount? Odd thing to do.” “He was probably hoping that would avoid you doing anything else that might cost them more money in the long run. Or bad press.” Geon said. “And the rest?” He asked looking at the girl with keen interest. “Well there were quite a few people who wanted to pay for it after…” she trailed off and Chris without realizing it blushed slightly. “In the end it was a sort of collection. A few people put in a bit until the whole thing was covered.” She looked down at the floor before muttering “Me included.” Before blushing as much if not more than Chris just had. “Wow” Chris said looking at Geon then back at the server. “Well I sincerely appreciate that though it wasn’t really necessary.” “That manager’s a jerk to a lot of people and employees for no reason. It was nice to see him put in his place for once. Can I get a picture with you?” She added this question in a rush at the end as though afraid she’d lose her nerve if she didn’t right then. “Oh!” Chris said looking extremely shocked by this but then very pleased. “Yeah of course! Sorry just never had anyone ask to take a picture with me before.” “Might be something to get used to.” Geon remarked grinning at him. “Just shut up and take the picture!” Chris snapped back. The server handed her phone to Geon while Chris stood up next to the server. He flexed for the camera like he had seen Geon and several other people do but internally felt so awkward about it. I’m definitely going to need to take posing lessons he thought. Before he could finish up with the server, a half dozen other people came up asking for pictures as well. After they were all said and done Chris and Geon gathered up their things to leave. “We should probably leave before he calls the police to say that I’m violating health code by not wearing a shirt. That at least is a sign I’ve clearly broken.” Chris said as the small crowd dispersed to their own tables or back to work. Chris quickly and covertly opened his wallet and left $40 in the receipt book before he and Geon left the restaurant. “You do realize you just left a 4,000% tip, right?” Geon said and Chris couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yes, but I feel bad. I’ve worked food service before, and the server shouldn’t have to pay for a meal when they don’t make much to start with.” “She didn’t have to, and there’s really no way of knowing that she did honestly. Besides, I think she got all the tip she wanted when you agreed to take a picture with her.” Geon was smiling as he said this. “I know right!?” Chris said loudly again with a look of shock on his face. “I can’t believe that happened!” “I can’t believe you actually went all Hulk on the manager!” Geon said. Chris laughed, albeit nervously at this. “Neither can I. I really don’t know what came over me. I wasn’t really mad at the guy. I just had this urge to stand my ground. I know I was right. The deal is all you can eat, though I’m betting they might be getting new signs and menu’s saying that there is a limit now.” “Well what’s also surprising is that you actually hulked out. Like I didn’t notice that your shirt was that tight during dinner that with a simple flex you’d be able to rip it.” Geon looked over at Chris and was surprised by what he saw. There was a grin on Chris’ face, but it wasn’t the type Geon was expecting. The grin was one of knowing mischief. A grin that clearly said that Chris knew he was going to do it, and that he knew why. With an equally sly glance to Geon, Chris wrapped his arm around Geon’s shoulders, as best he could manage with their combined bulk and whispered to him. “That’s the teaser for the last big surprise of the night for you. I did know I would do it because I’m still growing. I discovered something shortly after I left yesterday.” Chris dropped his arm and to his delight, he saw the look of apprehension on Geon’s face. Just as he predicted it would be. “What did you discover?” Geon asked suddenly feeling his mouth go dry. They had gotten to the car and headed for Geon’s apartment. “After my workout with Rick I was restless. I tried to sleep but my body was craving to lift more. So, I did. I went back into the basement where his gym was and started lifting again. Adding more and more weight. Doing more and more reps, sets, variations. I could feel myself growing. By then I was starving. I had another meal and even a couple protein shakes, but it didn’t seem to do much. Then I noticed how quickly I was losing fat. I knew I would need to keep adding fuel to keep growing even though I was burning fat and finally seeing the definition I had craved for so long.” Geon was starting to breath faster and faster as he listened to Chris story. “I felt so much bigger and I kept adding more weight as I was going so I know I was getting stronger too. I should have been feeling tired, but I wasn’t. I was getting more and more powerful as I did the next set, the next exercise. Finally, it was obvious how much I had changed so I measured. I was lighter but I was also bigger. I knew that my body was using every available resource to fuel and grow my muscles, but I also knew that once my fat stores were gone, there wouldn’t be anything left which would mean I’d stop growing. That was unacceptable so I kept eating. In the span of a couple hours I had devoured the entire tub of protein powder I had brought with me.” They parked the car and gathered their things from the back seat. Chris however opened the trunk and grabbed a box out of it to bring up as well. As they were walking up to Geon’s apartment, he had not so subtly placed his gym bag in front of him to try and hide his now throbbing and leaking erection picturing the scene in his head. “My body was craving more fuel to grow. But after 2 extra hours of lifting, and I mean constant lifting, it seemed like the itch was finally scratched and I was able to stop and go to bed. When I woke up, I was starving again but during the night my body metabolized all that fuel and turned most of it into new muscle. And do you realize how much fuel I just had?” The elevator arrived and they both got on it. Geon froze midway to the button on the elevator as he thought back to all the food he watched Chris consume. Chris grinned and reached over to hit the button for the right floor. “That was more food than I’ve had in the last two days. All that protein, all those carbs, so much fuel. For the first time in 24 hours, I finally feel satiated. Which means that by tomorrow I’m betting I’ll have surpassed you in size.” The elevator reached their floor just as Chris said this and he walked out leaving a stunned Geon processing that thought for longer than he realized. The doors had just about closed before he snapped out of it and opened them again to be greeted by Chris’ shit eating grin again. They walked down the hallway to Geon’s apartment where he was fumbling a lot with the keys. Once inside Geon dropped his gym bag, knocked the box and other things out of Chris’ hands, pushed him back into the closed door and kissed him with more passion and hunger than he ever remembered feeling in his life. When they finally came up for air, Geon backed away and paced the small living room trying to collect his thoughts. Finally, after a minute or so he looked over at Chris standing there, still shirtless, still pumped and vascular and ripped beyond anything Geon remembered seeing. The mere sight of him was firing up desires and fantasies in Geon that he hadn’t really accessed in years. Not since he was the horned-up teenager and before he met Jack. He needed to calm down, he needed to think rationally. Desperate for something to take his mind off the situation at hand he looked around the apartment and his eyes fell on the box Chris had brought up. “What’s in the box?” He asked trying to play it cool after such a display of emotion and passion. Chris grinned that same knowing mischievous grin before answering. “Well I know your birthday was a few weeks ago, and you know mine was just a couple days ago, hence this trip.” Chris started to explain as he bent over and picked up the box as well as the bag he brought up. “This is what I consider a mutual birthday present for us both. Go ahead and open it.” Chris set the box on the coffee table and gestured Geon to open it. With mild trepidation Geon went over and ripped the tape off the box unfolding its flaps. He was puzzled at first when he saw 4 buckets of what looked to be protein powder. “Um thanks” he said as he pulled out one of the buckets to examine it. It wasn’t protein powder; it was mass gainer mix. Calorie dense shake mix designed to help people put on mass. And suddenly he remembered. Chris told him that he had 4 containers in the trunk earlier in the day. “Is one of these for me? Think I need to put on more mass, do you?” Chris had stepped closer to him. “Oh, I definitely think you need more mass, but these aren’t for you to drink.” Chris said taking the bucket out of Geon’s hand setting it back in the box. “They are for you to mix up and feed me with. We’re going to perform a little experiment tonight my friend. We’re going to see just how much fuel I can pack into my body before bed and see just how huge I will be in the morning.” Geon grabbed Chris by the head and pulled him in for another hungry kiss. Quickly his hands fell away and started to feel Chris’ insanely ripped and hairy body. The cuts were deeper now, the skin tighter, the muscle harder. “Happy birthday to us.” Geon said when he finally broke away to catch his breath. He grabbed Chris by the forearm and started pulling him towards the bedroom kissing and feeling his body the whole way. As they got to the bedroom and reflexively Geon closed the door, Chris mumbled through the kiss. “So much better than cheese!”
  12. Chapter 3 It took a good 15 to 20 seconds for Geon’s brain to grind back into gear. He’d just orgasmed, in his pants, in a public place! He was mortified and immediately started looking around to see who had watched him do that, and to find some way to cover himself and clean it up. “That was far easier than I thought.” Chris remarked as he stepped off the scale. “I knew you were hard, but I didn’t think I had gotten you that close.” Chris grinned as he watched Geon paw through his gym bag to find something to help, before giving up and heading over to where the gym towels were at. “I can’t believe you made me do that!” Geon hissed at Chris getting redder and redder in the face as he tried to strip down without making an even bigger mess. “Honestly neither can I. Didn’t peg you as one with a hair trigger.” Chris said before pulling a stringer tank over his torso. “You think this looks okay? I got it as a parting gift from Rick before I left. Seemed to think that my body was finally to a place to really show off.” Chris turned slightly back and forth to show himself from various angles, flexing slightly as he did. Despite his fervent desire to be cleaned and presentable to a public place, Geon looked and couldn’t help but agree. Chris looked amazing in that stringer. Thick broad shoulders with each deltoid head clearly distinguished, arms comparable to in size to his own, high traps and pecs that were deliciously square, hard and hairy. Chris had just the right amount of hair in just the right places. Not a thick bear pelt but not a light dusting either. Just enough to highlight his manliness. Geon could see the striations in his pecs as Chris gave them a few playful bounces and when he twisted at the waist, Geon could see a lot more oblique definition than he expected. “You look fine… great really, but I’m a mess! What am I going to do?” Geon was still eyeing the locker room expecting the police to storm in and arrest him for public indecency and any moment! “Relax G!” Chris said raising his hands in a calming manner. “Go take a quick shower and I’ll take care of your clothes.” “What are you going to do with them?” Geon asked suspiciously. “I’ve got some spare plastic bags in my gym bag. I always put my clothes in one to try and keep the bag itself from reeking, so I’ve got spares. That way your… test results, don’t get all over the rest of your stuff.” Chris raised his eyebrow and gave a lopsided grin at this. “Then what am I going to wear to workout in? I don’t change my underwear too.” “Go commando. I’m sure I and many others here would appreciate it!” Chris said eyeing Geon’s package as he did. “Are you crazy!?” Geon said in a strangled whisper “I’m wearing compression leggings, white ones! Everyone will see that! They’ll cancel my membership!” “Or give you a hell of a discount to keep you coming back like that.” Chris said with a wink. “Depends on who’s working the desk.” “Would you be serious!?” Geon practically yelled this time. “You’ll be fine. I’ve got an extra jockstrap you can use.” Chris pulled out a black and red jock from his gym bag. “You may not win style points for wearing this under white leggings, but at least you won’t be nearly flashing the whole gym.” “Fine. I’ll be back as soon as I rinse this… rinse off.” Geon corrected himself still wary that someone would overhear him and complain to management. He stripped down, handed his clothes to Chris to bag and went to the shower. Fuming to himself the whole time at how he could have let himself do that in public, and so easily! As he was cleaning off the remaining bits of cum that didn’t get stuck to his clothes, he found his mind drifting back to Chris’ body. How much bigger he was, how incredibly lean, and how quick it had happened! His mind was a furious battle between the highest level of arousal he could remember having, and his scientist rationale trying to understand how it was biologically and physically possible. No one could gain muscle that fast, not without serious side effects, not to mention matter didn’t just materialize out of thin air! Yes, the fat cells can be converted to a different form of mass and energy, but that would have meant Chris should be smaller than before it started, certainly not 20lbs. heavier! “Hey G, I’m going to go warm up. Set what you need in your bag with your workout clothes. See you out there.” Chris called to him from outside the shower area. “Okay” he replied barely coming out of his own thoughts. How is it possible he is responding this well? It’s like some violation of the laws of nature and biology for him to gain that kind of size… unless… ***** Geon left the locker room and didn’t have to go far to find Chris. He was only a few feet away at a free space in the gym near the leg equipment yet clear view of the one wall of mirrors. Geon half expected him to simply be admiring his astonishing physique but instead he realized Chris was simply between warm up sets of bodyweight squats. His form definitely needed work, but Geon conceded that given his sudden growth and shift in mass, it wasn’t unexpected that he didn’t know where his center of gravity was yet. “You ready to do legs with me then?” Geon asked Chris as he walked up next to him. “For the first time, I can honestly say that yes, I really am.” Chris said back, still doing squats not wanting to stop his progress. “For the first time?” Geon looked confused. They had worked out every time Chris had come to New York and he always seemed so excited to do each one. “Doing legs with anyone has always been a challenge for me.” Chris said still squatting getting slightly better each time. “No matter who I lift with they are never that close to me in weight. And legs are one that most of the machines need to be plate loaded and I always feel so self-conscious about the time it takes to load and unload everything. Granted I feel similarly about chest but at least with chest there are a lot of other exercises you can do that are free weights, cables, or machines that don’t require as much time to change up from person to person.” “You know I don’t have a problem with that.” Geon said looking exasperated at Chris. “Tim isn’t as strong as I am with legs and we lift them all the time. It’s a part of the process of having a lifting partner. You’re never going to match exactly so there will be some change.” “Yes, but when it’s a half dozen plates, or more, it’s a combination of being self-aware of it and slightly embarrassed, as well as the rest time between sets taking longer and resulting in diminished returns.” Chris kept squatting and was now at close to 100 but didn’t seem even remotely tired. Geon went over to the squat rack to get set up. “I’m going to warm up on the leg extension then come over to do squats. Why don’t you do some more of these then try with the bar to get a feel for it and your balance.” “Good idea” Chris said and grabbed a quick drink from his shaker while Geon went over to the leg extension. He did just a couple of quick warm up sets at a low to moderate weight just to get his legs primed for the workout. When he returned, Chris finished his squats with the bar and racked it. “That’s not really that big a deal.” Geon said as he loaded a plate each side for his own warm up. Chris looked confused before Geon continued. “A few extra seconds rest between sets won’t matter in the in the long run. Plus, given how your legs look now, I don’t think there will be much of a difference anymore.” Chris stopped doing his bodyweight squats and looked down at his own legs. “That’s true. Given the amount of time I know you and Tim spend on your phones between sets, it’s surprising you’ve grown at all!” He smirked quickly. He had teased Geon about this a couple times in recent months when an Instagram post would go up of him or Tim being on their phones. It had become a sort of sport between them. “And you think I’ll be able to keep up to you now?” He asked as he pulled up his shorts to expose his upper leg. Ordinarily this would have taken a second due to the basketball shorts sliding right up his leg, but that was before. Now, the tree truck that was wedged into them made it a struggle to get the fabric to slide up. Once it did though both stared at Chris’ leg. Just the act of the bodyweight squats had given him a noticeable pump. Chris realized it more when it took him that amount of effort to lift the shorts around them but seeing them bare like this was something else. Even around all the body hair they could see the definition. The tear drop was clearly visible and popped out with the slightest flex of Chris’ leg. Chris relaxed his leg a bit and then started to shake his quad back and forth. For the first time in his life, he finally felt movement when he attempted this. In fact, he felt a lot of movement! He allowed the shaking a few more times before flexing his quad as hard as he could. Suddenly the jelly turned to stone as every fiber hardened. It looked like his leg exploded and there were fissures and mounds of muscle clearly visible as they threatened to burst from his skin. “Fuck!” He and Geon both said as they were both mesmerized by the change. Chris looked up and saw Geon’s stunned face before breaking out into a Cheshire Cat level grin. He glanced around and saw that more than a few gym patrons were looking at him too and his grin quickly faded into a field of scarlet as he flushed with embarrassment. “Don’t worry about it.” Geon said seeing his demeanor change. “First of all, not anything they haven’t seen before, and most of all, you’re going to have to get used to it!” Chris seemed less than enthused about this and went to take a drink from his shaker bottle. “Let’s just lift.” He said doing his best to put on a business-like tone. Geon agreed and got into position under the bar. He performed a quick set of squats and vacated to let Chris in. Chris gave a quick look at the bar and the look screamed insecurity and apprehension. “What’s wrong?” Geon asked looking a little worried. “It’s weird, but I’m not sure I can lift that.” He said looking even more embarrassed. “Well just try. If not, we can switch to something else, but I think you’re still stuck in your old mindset rather than your new body.” “True.” Chris said looking thoughtful. “I’ve just struggled with squats forever is all.” “Only way to know is to try. I’ll spot you.” Geon said and Chris looked reassured enough to get under the bar. Tentatively he lifted it off the supports and took a step back. It took a good 10-20 seconds of Chris making minor adjustments to his stance, how and where he held the bar, and several deep breaths before he finally lowered himself to the ground. He went extremely slowly on the way down but came up with a lot more confidence. The next couple of reps went quicker and more smoothly. Until he had to be told to rack the weight. “How many was that?” he asked moving out to get a drink. “About 20 before I stopped you. You were so focused I knew you weren’t counting.” Geon replied. “20?!” Chris almost shouted after nearly doing a spit take from his shaker. “I’ve only ever done 3 or 4 at that weight before. I didn’t even notice the weight. I was just worried about falling over.” Geon chuckled before he got back under the bar for another set of warmups. Once they were done warming up, Geon put more weight on the bar. At first it looked like Chris was about to object, but he kept his mouth shut. Geon went first with 2 plates a side and knocked out a quick set. Chris looked at the bar hesitantly but then resolved his face, gritted his teeth and got under it. It took him less time to get situated before he started his set. He was doing the reps so fast that Geon had to tell him to slow down and focus on doing the rep properly. Chris racked the weight quickly looking elated. “Well we know you don’t have to worry about the weight, now we just need to make sure your form is good.” Geon said and Chris quickly focused. It was one thing he always thought he was good at; listening to a veteran lifter or coach and heeding their advice. “Okay. What do I need to do?” Chris asked quickly looking incredibly eager. “We need to adjust your footing a bit. You need to push up with your heel, not the balls of your feet. Also, you need to really think about sticking your ass out.” “Like a hungry bottom?” Chris said waiting for Geon’s reaction. He laughed. “Actually, yes. Just picture yourself getting fucked by your dream guy and really stick your ass out for it. Your depth is good though, you’re getting down farther than I would have expected.” Chris was going to make another comment but decided to hold his tongue this time. Instead he loaded another plate onto the bar while Geon did the same on the opposite side. They did 2 more sets adding more weight until Geon was maxed out at 4 plates a side. Struggling a bit on the last couple of reps Chris stepped in to spot him. When it was his turn, he looked even more worried than when they first started but he didn’t say anything. Instead he got under the bar and hoisted it off the rack. After performing 12 perfect reps he racked the weight and turned to Geon. “Put another plate on each side.” “Okay, did you want a 25 or a –“ Geon started. “No. 45. Put another 45 on each side. I’m going for 5.” Geon looked a bit shocked but did so. Chris was easily able to get through the last set, so he wasn’t worried about him. “Okay just do as many as you can then we’ll move on to hack squat. That will be better for you since I know you have lower back issues. Or do you anymore?” Geon was curious as to what other changes may have happened as a result of Chris’ metamorphosis. “Honestly I haven’t noticed any.” Chris said realizing that he didn’t have the slightest twinge of any pain during the squats which was unheard of. “Well don’t push it. No way I’m carrying your ass out of here!” Geon replied as Chris got under the bar again. “You’re right, your weak ass probably couldn’t carry me out of here.” Chris winked at Geon in the mirror and started to squat. Again, he went down without the slightest sign of strain. Completing 12 near perfect reps he racked the weight again. “I think I could go more, but let’s try other things. I can finish with some more of these if I need to.” Geon looked highly impressed but helped to put the weights back before the moved over to the hack squat. They loaded up 4 plates each side and Geon began the set. Chris was pacing around, almost looking like a caged animal. He was getting that same urge again. Just like last night at Rick’s, he needed to lift. He needed to push his limits, go to full failure and this time, he wasn’t going to hold back. Last night he needed to be quiet given that everyone else was sleeping but this time, he could go as hard, heavy and noisy as he needed to be to really push his body to grow. He was lost in these thoughts when he felt Geon tap his shoulder to signal it was his turn in the machine. Chris got in and immediately went to town doing rep after rep with such speed that Geon thought he might jump off. Clearly, he wasn’t even phased by the weight they were doing and that thought scared and excited Geon immensely. He hadn’t had a lifting partner who could do more than him in a long time and it was exciting him both at a primal level as well as an intellectual one to see just what his experiment could now do. They switched and Geon put another plate each side for his set. When finished Chris jumped in and pressed it just as easily as the first time. A twinge of insecurity crept into Geon’s mind now. But he put it into the back of his mind using it to make him lift harder. When he was finished, Chris was ready with two more plates each side taking it up to 8. Geon would have said something but by the time he had turned back to the machine, Chris was already in and had started his first rep. For the first time, he seemed to really struggle. He was able to get to 12 reps, but the last couple were obviously a challenge. Surprisingly, Chris looked thrilled by this when he got out of the machine. “Finally.” He said looking elated. “I really felt that set so know I know where my range is. Now I can really work to pump these babies up!” Chris slapped his thigh at this and moved out of the way for Geon to use the machine. “Well you definitely don’t have to worry about keeping up with me. Can you take those two plates off?” Geon had moved to grab the ones from his side of the machine as he nodded to the ones on the opposite side. “Oh.” Chris looked stunned for a minute but then obligingly went over and pulled them off. For the first time since they started, Chris seemed to be really focused on Geon. He watched as Geon did his set and how he was sweating and grimacing through the last few reps. When he was done, Geon struggled a bit to get out of the machine and started to put the two plates back on that side of the machine. Chris didn’t move for a few seconds but eventually put his plates back on. “Add one more.” He said to Geon though looking rather sheepish as he did. “Looks like I’ll be trying to keep up to you this time!” Geon said putting on a smile to try and ease Chris. “Yeah” Chris said but in a very distracted way. He shook his head a couple times and put a plate on and got into the hack squat for his last set. This time was very different. Chris lowered the weight with almost agonizingly slow speed. It took 5-6 seconds each time he went down, and equally as much going up. At first Geon thought he was struggling but then he realized that this was intentional. Chris was exaggerating his time under tension to really work his legs now that he found weight that was a challenge. And it was serious weight too! 9 plates a side!? That put him at over 800 lbs.! That’s squatting two of me and then some! Geon thought suddenly realizing that it wasn’t just in looks that Chris was powerful, but in actual muscle strength. When he was finally done and locked the machine out, Chris was also sweating. He had done reps to failure on that one and was close to 20 at that same agonizingly slow pace before he knew he wouldn’t get another. As he got off the machine, he could really feel the pump now. Both from within the muscle and from outside it as his shorts were now noticeably tighter on his thickened legs. As he walked away from the machine to join Geon for what he was most excited for: leg press, he could feel himself swagger. The pronounced rolling gait that the real mass monsters like Geon had, he could feel himself doing the same, and it was only due to the extreme pump he felt in his quads. He needed to focus on just lifting or he was going to get extremely hard at this and that would be extremely noticeable given how much it was before his transformation. Geon had already loaded up the leg press with his weight and was a couple reps in when Chris came over. Trying to distract himself from getting any more aroused, Chris jumped into the leg press without looking at the weight or changing it. As a result, he barely registered what he was doing or the ease that he was doing it. “Hey, you okay?” Geon asked looking a bit concerned. “You look off. Need to rest or get some water or something?” “What? No, I’m okay. Just thinking.” “What about?” Geon asked loading two more plates onto the machine. “Almost anything else but myself. I noticed how much I was waddling, and it was getting me turned on.” Chris watch Geon’s gaze travel down to his crotch and saw him grin. “Yep. Definitely sprouting wood there man. Don’t worry, no one who notices will care and no one who cares will notice.” Geon had come around to the other side of the leg press with two more plates and put them on the machine. He got in and did his set, with a lot more difficulty but still grunted and pushed out the last few reps. Being the only one near, it wasn’t practical for Chris to try and help on this machine as it would be a lopsided spot, but he still was in place should the need arise. Thankfully Geon didn’t need the assist and finished his set with sweat really starting to pour off him. Chris got in and sat for a moment looking down at his swollen thighs. There was a clear layer of sweat all over him now that he looked closely, and his legs looked better for it. He rubbed them slightly taking in their width, tightness and just pure size. Without realizing it, Geon had added two more plates on each side of the machine before snapping Chris out of his silent self-worship. He got into position and pushed off the sled, moving the catch and allowing the full weight to come down. He noticed on the first rep that this was serious weight but focused on what he was doing. Bringing his legs down as far as they could physically go before bumping into his protruding pecs. After the first rep he tried to allow his hips to open and his legs to go more to the outside of his torso to get a deeper range of motion, but they still bumped into his shoulders or arms. The next set he raised his arms and that did allow for more range of motion which felt amazing. Now that he had his full rep range established, he slowly lowered the weight and raised it just like he had done with squats. Making sure that the muscle stayed tense the entire time, never locking out his knees or allowing it to rest against him at the bottom of the rep. The effect was magical. Chris was lost in the feeling of his legs complete controlled power. He felt the weight, but somehow instinctively knew he could conquer it. He’d never felt like this before. And for a second, he watched his legs power up the weight seeing them swell, harden, and the cuts deepen as he pushed the weight up. Rep after rep, deep and controlled he pushed. Finally feeling like he had done enough he pushed up and locked the catch into place allowing it to rest. He stayed in the machine for another few seconds catching his breath, not realizing how heavy he was breathing. “Nice man! Thought you were going to go for a few more actually but looks like you’re really feeling it now.” Geon commented looking down at his friend. “Yeah, I really am. It’s never felt so good before. But I definitely can and will go heavier next set.” He stood up and opened his mouth like he was going to say something before he stopped and stared bug eyed at the sled in front of him. There were 10 plates… on each side. He’d struggled to get to half that much just last week! He suddenly felt a bit lightheaded and indeed his legs almost gave way. “Woah there!” Geon said grabbing his arm making sure he didn’t fall. “You get up to fast?” “No, well maybe.” Chris said slowly working his way out of the leg press. “I just saw the weight and…” “Yeah it’s damned impressive! Just a bit more and you’ll press half a ton! Never gotten close to that much weight man so you should be really proud!” “I am. Trust me. That’s what almost made me faint was knowing I just pushed that much iron. But…” Chris broke off to get a couple drinks from his shaker and towel off a bit. “But, what?” Geon asked though he had an idea what was coming next. “I think I can go more. More than that, I want to go more. I want to pyramid up from here.” Geon was surprised but didn’t say anything. “I’ll do sets of 6, no 8. And then at the top of the last one you add a plate to one side. Another 8, add another to the other side. Keep going until I can only do 1 rep. Then go back down one plate at a time.” “Okay. You’ll be the one finishing off this exercise so we can do that. After this I’m moving to sissy squats to burn out my legs though and then I’m done.” “I have a feeling that’s about all I’ll be able to do once I get through with this. But I feel like this is the best option to really push my quads to their limit. See if maybe I can’t get my shorts to rip a little.” Chris said with a quick wink at Geon. “Woof!” was Geon’s reply and he got in for his set after taking off 4 plates on each side. Even this was a struggle for him, but there was a bit of ego at play wanting to push just a little bit harder to show that he wasn’t completely outclassed by Chris. For his part, Chris was encouraging him to push through, telling him he could do it, and then finally during the last rep said how he thought he saw Geon’s legs growing to really push him to finish strong. He did need a bit of help to keep the sled up and locked into place but after that Geon practically crumpled in the machine panting hard. It took a couple minutes before he had the energy to move and stand up. Chris had already replaced all the plates back to the original 10 per side as well as gathered a bunch more for his pyramid set. He stretched and shook out his quads some more, which drew quite a few looks from those nearby. He got into the machine and got situated for his first set. Taking a deep breath, he pushed off and slowly, by design, completed 8 reps. He held the weight at the top for Geon to add a plate. Another 8 reps perfectly controlled, then hold, add a plate, go again. This process repeated more times than either was expecting but was more an issue for Geon as he had run out of extra 45’s in the area and was going to other equipment and stations to find more. After the first time, someone else noticed his search and offered to help. This person then stayed by to help load the new plates after every 8th rep. Chris was 100% focused on what he was doing. He didn’t speak, he didn’t even look up to who was around. Just lift for 8, hold until he felt the change in weight, then go. Over and over. Soon more and more people had joined in bringing plates with and watching this veritable unknown pushing serious, then nearly mind-blowing amounts of weight. Soon the sled was at capacity, but he kept going. They had to start strategically putting plates in places they wouldn’t slide off. Thankfully they didn’t have to do many as Chris had drastically slowed the last couple sets and was finally only doing 6 reps before signaling the next plate. Then 4. Down to 2. Finally, he was only able to push out one, extremely slow grueling rep with the slight spot of Geon and two other guys. He paused at the top for a second and when he didn’t feel anything, he cleared his throat. “Oh right.” Geon jumped a bit and grabbed a plate off the sled. Chris then did two, almost 3 shaky reps before holding at the top. Someone else grabbed the next plate and so on until he was down to just the sled pumping out as many reps as his completely burned out legs would allow. Finally stopping and locked the sled in and letting his legs come crashing to the ground. He was panting like he’d run a marathon and just as drenched in sweat if he had. “Dude that was amazing!” Geon clapped his shoulder saying this and it suddenly brought Chris back to the fact that there were other things outside this piece of equipment. In fact, there were a lot of other things, people especially! A small crowd had gathered around him, several were putting their phones away and Chris suddenly felt very self-conscious. “Were they taking pictures of me?” He asked in a whisper as he struggled to stand up. “Several.” Geon said making sure Chris wasn’t going to fall over. “Video too I expect. I know I did!” “What?” Chris said looking surprised for a moment before his brain re-engaged. Given that about 90% of his total blood seemed to be locked into his quads, it wasn’t surprising it took a minute for full brain function to return. “Don’t look so surprised. I got video of you last time after you asked me too. I figured this time you really wanted me to, so I did. Plus, after you started going and other people helped, I was free to get some great shots. Here, take a look.” Geon pulled his phone back out and showed Chris the video. In it you could see Chris sweating up a storm, face in concentration but not quite the same grimace he remembered Geon having. That changed though as the video went on. Every set it got a bit more pronounced, until you could tell it was the last one. You could hear Geon say “Oh right” when Chris grunted at him to pull the first plate off, but it was just before that where Chris gasped. In the video you could clearly see that there were at least 20 plates a side. Both areas to put them were full and there were a few sitting in the middle where Geon pulled the first one off. “H-how…” Chris started to ask but was having trouble breathing both from the grueling work he had just done and the feeling of percolating thoughts bubbling in the back of his head. His mind had already calculated but it hadn’t come to the surface yet. “How much were you pushing?” Geon asked looking at Chris’ face making sure he had his full attention. “Over a ton.” This time, his legs did give way and Chris collapsed to the ground.
  13. Chapter 2 When Chris dropped his shirt on the bench, Geon’s jaw dropped at the same moment. Chris. Was. RIPPED! Geon’s eyes could not stop their movement trying to take in every inch of Chris’ torso. He was damn close to contest level shredded now which he certainly wasn’t 24 hours previously. When they had lifted together Friday evening, Chris wore a tank top, so Geon remembered seeing at least his arms at that point and they were sizable but nowhere near the shape or condition they were now! If Chris had posted a picture to his Instagram showing his current physique, Geon, along with probably every other follower, would have believed it was photoshopped. One of those where Chris had transplanted his head onto someone else’s body. Almost to confirm this wasn’t the case, Geon looked up at Chris’ face and while there weren’t any scars around his neck to indicate a head transplant, he did also register that Chris’ face was different too and he hadn’t really noticed it. Chris’ face was a lot leaner. You could see his cheekbones better, his jaw seemed broader, or more accurately just more pronounced with the leanness that only contest prep can bring. Plus, he had trimmed/shaved his face from the overgrown bushy mess it was the day before. Now it was clean, accentuating his jaw line, highlighted his cheek bones. If Chris went and got a spray tan, Geon would think he was competing the next day! “Holy… Chris… you… what… how…” When Geon finally regained the power of speech, he was fighting for what question or statement to say first. Instead just a word or two at a time came out as he continued to look over Chris’ torso in stunned disbelief. “Oh, I think you know how Geon. I think you did this. Because ever since your little experiment, I’ve felt different, and as you can see, I look a lot different. I went from ‘offseason’” Chris threw up air quotes at this to emphasize that it wasn’t quite the right term, but he was making a point. “To the day before a contest in… well a day! I did a full 12-16 week cut in 12-16 hours. And I’m putting all my chips on you being the one that caused it. So, spill.” Chris crossed his arms after saying this and the effect was… powerful. “I… erm…” Geon cleared his throat and attempted to turn to get his gym clothes on but couldn’t stop turning his head to look at Chris. “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.” “Oh really?” Chris said taking a step closer to him. Once again Geon felt the heat Chris was putting out and that, mixed with the visual, was igniting a fire deep within Geon’s loins. “You’ve no idea how this.” Chris put his arm up into a casual but seriously impressive single bicep pose. “Or this” he followed up by transitioning to a slightly clumsy lat spread. “Or this” transitioning into a most muscular that caused every bulge to, well bulge to levels that made Geon retreat a half step and trip over the bench into a seated position. “Happened.” Chris finished and placed his hands on his hips in a classic Superman pose. He could be the next Superman looking like he does now. Geon thought. Just needs a suit! Or at least a compression tee with the logo. Geon gulped as Chris took another step closer to him. Suddenly his mouth felt very dry and his heart was racing. At first, he dismissed it as being surprised by Chris’ accusation, then by being turned on by the rapid change in his body as that played into so many of Geon’s fantasies, and here it was made real! But now he wondered if there wasn’t also a bit of something else… fear? Was it possible he was a little intimidated by Chris now? Chris seemed to sense this and moved in even closer. He pushed his leg right between Geon’s legs, kneeled onto the bench and pressed it firmly against Geon’s cock. Without ever taking his eyes off Geon’s face, he flexed his quad and made it swell and harden as much as he could into Geon’s now almost equally hard cock. The slightest of moans trickled out of Geon at this. “So, you’re telling me that you honestly have no idea how I not only lost about 30 or so lbs. of bodyfat and replaced it with an even larger amount of muscle?” Chris said still laser locked onto Geon’s face to watch his reaction. “How I suddenly grew legs that are now all but equal to yours in size in mere hours?” Chris kept rubbing his flexed quad into Geon’s cock stimulating the bigger man. “N-no I don’t know.” Geon said feeling his resistance failing him. He was in a public locker room for Christ’s sake! There were other people around! Though none seemed to be there now, or he just didn’t notice them. He started to move in an attempt to stand up so he could get away from Chris, but suddenly felt Chris’ hands on his shoulders. “Oh no.” Chris shook his head pushing Geon back into sitting position. “I didn’t say you could get back up did I? And I’m willing to bet that even if you didn’t want to stay, though I can see from your face you do, that I could keep you here.” A tiny mix of adrenaline and testosterone was released into Geon at these words. A small corner of his mind suddenly lit up saying that he wasn’t a pushover and needed to assert his dominance or manhood or whatever at this challenge. The shot of hormones didn’t quite seem to do it however since when he tried again to stand, this time with more confidence as the bigger and stronger man, he was still firmly held in place. He tried again, same result. He wasn’t exactly ready to start a wrestling match in the locker room, so he just sat there for a second as he digested what just happened to him. “How much did you weigh last year at your show? You were around 225 lbs., right? Just enough to qualify as a super heavyweight?” Chris asked though Geon could tell that he knew this already. “Yes.” Geon replied looking at Chris’ torso given that it filled most of his field of vision at this point. God he is ripped! He couldn’t help but notice being this close. His body fat has got to be near single digits! “Hmm interesting.” Chris bemused putting a look of comical concentration on his face. “So, at your leanest you were down to 225. Right now, I’d say that I’m pretty damn lean myself. Maybe not quite to contest but close wouldn’t you say?” Geon didn’t respond at first so Chris applied a bit of pressure to his shoulder and repeated the question a bit louder to rouse him from his stupor. “Yes, you’re very lean. Get some bronzer on and you could probably take the stage actually.” Geon winced slightly as he felt a brief stab of pain from where Chris squeezed him. This quickly left his mind as he watched how Chris’ forearms bulged, danced and rippled with his slight hand movements. Chris’ forearms were impressive before his miracle transformation but now they were near works of art. The veins crisscrossed over them swayed with every slight movement of his fingers. The fibers of muscle were like waves on the ocean as they responded to Chris’ command to stay versus Geon’s desire to stand. Even though he wasn’t trying hard, the natural resistance that Geon was providing was causing the forearms to bulge and harden in ways that Geon could only wish would happen on his own arms, either off season or contest conditioning! “Let’s say as a slight handicap that you’d need to have been around what, 235 or 240 lbs. before or after your contest to be in similar condition to me now. Do you concur?” Chris asked in his scientist voice that Geon had heard a couple times in the past few days. “Sure.” Geon said again feeling a thrill of excitement, or maybe fear starting to build in his stomach. “That would mean that, in comparison to that theoretical version of you, I would win in a comparison, at least at a purely visual and basic level.” Chris said grinning again in a way that really did make Geon a little nervous. “What do you mean?” Geon asked feeling another dose of testosterone hit him as he felt himself being challenged. Though it was also serving to fuel his libido as well which was a good secondary effect. “I mean that if you at 235 or 240 lbs. would be comparable to my current condition, then I beat you. Don’t you remember what I said before? I am heavier than before I left, even though I lost a lot of body fat.” Geon’s eyes went a bit wider at hearing this. “How… how… “Geon couldn’t seem to get past that word, caught between fear and arousal at what Chris’ response to his unanswered question would be. “How much do I weigh now?” Chris asked and Geon just nodded. “Let’s find out.” Chris said and finally released his grip on Geon’s shoulders. He turned around and a couple feet away was a physician’s scale. Chris stepped onto it and without turning around said. “Come weigh me.” It was a command. He didn’t raise his voice, he didn’t sound angry, but it was a clear command. For the first time that he could ever recall, Geon felt the need to obey. Having been the biggest guy around for a while, the one that most everyone else was intimidated by or wanted to be ordered around by, he found himself willing, almost yearning to obey. Geon stood up from the bench and walked over to the scale. He had a couple seconds to see Chris’ topographical map of a back and it was equally as breathtaking as his front. Deep cuts and bulges of his back emphasized his previous thought: if Chris went and got tanned, he would be stage ready. Because backs win contests and Chris’ back was flawless! There didn’t seem to be an ounce of fat on his back. The cuts and striations of muscle he could see, especially in his lower back were only eclipsed by the overwhelming paleness of Chris’ skin. He only had a moment to appreciate this though as the earlier order had his body on autopilot to Chris’ side at the scale. Chris was looking straight ahead, not even acknowledging Geon. He stood there as Geon moved the larger weight to the ‘200’ slot on the scale and then slid the smaller upper weight over towards the right. Geon started slowing down as it got to 230 and was moving it a pound at a time watching it keep going up while the scale stayed firmly pressed to the top of the catch. I’m going to have to put it to 250 he thought quickly but waited until he had gotten the smaller weight all the way to the end before capitulating to that. He moved the larger weight to 250 and the scale immediately ‘clunked as it fell to the bottom of the catch. “Move the smaller one all the way to the left end to start.” Chris told him before Geon had moved his hand from the larger weight. “That way you can watch the numbers slowly climb as you appreciate how big I am.” Geon immediately obeyed and moved the weight to the far left. The scale “clunked again as the bar hit the top of the catch. Starting at 250 Geon started moving the weight just a half pound at a time. His breathing was quickening with every bump of his finger on that weight. Finally, at 262 lbs., the bar separated from the top of the catch and hovered in the middle. Geon’s hand remained frozen in place hanging above the weight as he took in what he was seeing. “That’s right Geon.” Chris said startling Geon from his daze. “Not only did I convert about 30 to 40 lbs. of fat into hard, ripped, dense muscle.” He punctuated the last four words with an incremental rise of his right bicep, inching it more and more into Geon’s field of vision. “But I also added about 20 more pounds of pure muscle on top of that.” Chris held his arm directly in front of and so close to Geon’s face that Chris could feel his hot breath covering the ripped peak. Geon was panting now. He had never been so turned on. His cock was now a harder grade of steel than the scale Chris was standing on. Yet somehow, he was frozen in place. His body had provided him with a massive surge of adrenaline, testosterone and every other component needed to drive his lust to a level he’d never experienced, and here he was frozen in place! Chris was one of, if not the most attractive men he had ever seen, having completed a transformation that he only thought existed in fantasy, currently standing shirtless with his arm flexed up about 2 inches from his face and Geon was almost as still as a statue. If not for his chest heaving with his panting for breath at what he had just seen and learned, he might have been mistaken for one. “That’s right Geon. In less than a day I shed all that fat, hardened up to a degree I don’t think even you’ve been to, and put on SIXTY. Pounds. Of. MUSCLE!” Chris practically growled the last word into Geon’s ear at this and the shock of it made Geon gasp and hold his breath. Sixty pounds. SIXTY POUNDS!? That was… that was impossible! “But you know the best part Geon?” Chris whispered into Geon’s ear, still holding his arm in front of Geon’s face. “Is that if you look real, real close.” Chris paused for a moment and tense his arm even harder to make the muscle ripple and swell just a millimeter more for Geon’s hungry eyes. “I’m not. Done. GROWING!” Chris really growled that last word into Geon’s ear and before Geon realized it, three things happened almost simultaneously. First, Geon’s eyes somehow took in something just beyond the range of the mountain peak in front of him and he noticed the scale; the bar was now firmly snug to the top of the catch again, yet the weight had not been moved. Second, Chris twisted his body ever so slightly to keep his right arm flexed to its maximum in place but reached across with his left hand and immediately found Geon’s cock to give it one firm squeeze and rubbed down. Third, Geon finally exhaled and moaned in complete shock and bliss as he shot a load harder than he ever had into his underwear.
  14. Greetings everyone! So here is my contribution for this year's Storiversary. This is probably my longest story to date, and frankly I could and might actually add in some of the scenes I was thinking about later, but for now it's a complete story and it's one I'm pretty proud of. So I hope you all enjoy and let me know what you think Chapter 1 Geon was what most would call blessed. With both hands. Born of a well-to-do Korean family, he had a brilliant mind coupled with an excellent education, of which he excelled at by being top of his classes all through primary and secondary school. He was also genetically blessed by being taller than most at 6’3 and had incredibly handsome features. If that wasn’t enough genetic gifting, he also had a serious aptitude for athletics, and when the bodybuilding bug bit him around 17 or 18, he ran with it like he did with every other passion or pursuit in his life: to the pinnacle or extreme. Now having just celebrated his 25th birthday, he was a mountain of a man tipping the scales at nearly 290 lbs. of thick offseason bodybuilder muscle. Before you start cursing him too much, he did an incredible amount of hard work, learned a lot about diet as well as lifting, had the guidance of a great coach and finally had the help of a host of pharmacological boosts including all the legal and illegal varieties. Many would protest, and it all would fall on deaf ears, that he shouldn’t have done so much to his body at that age. Many experts agree that you should wait until late 20’s or later after you have maximized your natural potential, so they don’t cause any adverse reactions during your late stages of development. Geon however knew what he wanted, knew taking them was the path to get there, and was ready to accept the consequences of it. Besides, he excelled in the sciences, with a goal to pursue biochemistry at college in the United States. This is when our story really starts. Geon is finishing up the last classes and starting work on his thesis for his PhD in Biomedical Engineering. Part of that process involves working on a graduate experiment in a neuro mapping program to track eye movement and see what pathways activate in the brain. With the advent of virtual reality headsets and the advances that had been made in just a few years, they were able to get more detailed information on how the eyes and the brain link up to transmit and process visual information. “Are you fucking kidding me!?” Geon moaned as the fire alarm started blaring throughout the building. “Unbelievable.” He stood up from his chair, having just sat down and went over to his test subject to get them disconnected from all the wires and hardware to exit the building. “Really sorry about this Tim.” He apologized to his friend and subject as he was disconnecting things. “Half an hour to get you all set up for this and now it’s for nothing.” “No worries G.” Tim replied. “I know it’s not your fault… at least I assume it’s not as I can’t really see what you’ve been doing for the last couple minutes so it may have been you for all I know.” Tim shrugged his shoulders while attempting to help detangle himself from the spiders’ web of leads and electrodes attached to his head. “Ha! I wouldn’t do that to you man. Not after you took time to come down and help me. Guess we’ll just have to reschedule.” Geon then gave a long, exacerbated sigh of annoyance and defeat. “It’s cool man. I’ll let you know when I’ve got some free time later this week to try again.” Tim put his hand on his friends very large shoulder having finally extricated himself from the mess of wires without incident. They both headed out of the lab, down the stairs and outside. “At least I’ve got my work out later to have something productive out of this day.” Geon attempted to sound like he saw the silver lining and not allow his pent-up frustration of the day to show. This was just the straw that broke this massive camel’s back. One thing after another today had gone just off the rails. Not disastrous or unfixable, but nothing was going right. He was really looking forward to the gym now. That at least was one thing that never failed him. “Wish I could join you, but I promised a friend of mine I’d lift with him, plus I’ve got to help Bill with the last of the unpacking. You know he’s still upset with me about having that work trip right after the move?” “I know. Besides you guys need to get that place fixed up for the adoption agency visit right?” Geon was disappointed as Tim was the best lifting partner he’d ever had, but he understood. He and Bill had been trying to adopt a child for a while now and they were in the final stages of things. “Yeah. They need to do more inspections and things to make sure it’s a ‘suitable environment for a child’. Pain in the ass but needs to be done.” Try as he might to hide it, Tim secretly loved this. This was something he could actively do rather than sit around and wait for them to call. He would go through hell to make this adoption happen and as a lawyer was extremely used to having to deal with a lot of red tape for things like this. “Well let me know if you guys want help. You know Jack and I are here for you guys. We can lift later this week.” They got the all clear from the fire department that the building was safe so they could head back in. “Definitely man. Gotta try to catch up to you, don’t I?” Tim laughed and grabbed onto Geon’s massive upper arm to emphasize his question as they were climbing the stairs back to the lab. “You’ll never catch up. Cause I’m always growing!” Geon put up a quick double biceps shot to emphasize HIS point though it wasn’t necessary. It was hard to miss how huge he was, even though in his mind he still saw himself as the small 17-year-old 170 lb. string bean he used to be despite pushing nearly 300 lbs. now. In a few more years he’d be double his former size and it only made him hungrier for it. Tim let out a low whistle at the sight. “Damn G. They should run experiments on you to find out how you got this big, bottle and sell it! Make a fortune!” Geon laughed in reply. “Yeah but who’s to say I wouldn’t just steal all those bottles and make myself even bigger?” Laughing a bit more, with a slight nervous tone at this statement. Tim knew of his desire to get as huge as possible, but his true, deepest fantasies were the kind that made most people think him nuts, despite his exceptionally keen intellect. Geon wanted size that made the Hulk or Juggernaut look small. The kind of size that photoshop artists teased him with online. “Well make sure you save at least one bottle for me okay? Alright man, I’m gonna head out. Sorry I couldn’t be more help.” They hugged briefly before Tim grabbed his stuff and made his way out of the lab. With nothing more that could really be done today, Geon finished up a few things, grabbed his own stuff and headed home. It was barely 1PM but he was already mentally exhausted from the day. Another silver lining to the fire alarm was that he could rest for a couple hours now before heading to the gym. ***** The text message arrived around 4PM on Friday: Chris: Hey G! I’m about 2 hours out from you now according to GPS estimates. Stopped for gas and to stretch my legs a bit but should be there by 6. Looking forward to seeing you and lifting after this extended sitting session! 4:03pm Geon: Sounds good Chris! See you then. 4:13pm Geon replied quickly before returning to the task at hand. He was working on some more of the coding for the diagnostic software as well as looking over the newest test video to use on the VR headset. He was very much looking forward to being done for the day as it had been a very long week but he also knew he was going to have to work the next day as well, despite being a Saturday, in order to catch up on things and hopefully get ahead a bit too. Chris was a friend that he had met online approximately a year-and-a-half ago who was coming to visit as part of a week-long birthday road trip. The two bonded initially over their mutual love of bodybuilding; get bigger, leaner, stronger, etc. and since then had developed a friendship based on that as well as other mutual interests. This trip was the third time that Chris visited New York City, so they had scheduled some time to work out followed by spending a little bit of time together. Chris had a very busy schedule and lots of people to meet on this trip so it would only be a few hours in all they would hang out. He worked for the next two hours finishing up the last of the work emails before the weekend in between smoothing out some of the VR display coding. After he hit send on the last email, Geon packed up his stuff and headed out to get onto the subway for the gym. When he arrived, Tim was already there with a friend of his who was also in town for a quick visit. Due to their recent work schedules, Geon and Tim weren’t going to be able to lift together again today. Geon was about 45 minutes through his workout leaving only a couple of exercises left before a text message from Chris arrived saying that he had parked and was on his way in. Geon was easy to spot even amongst the dozens of other quality meat heads that this particular New York Gym provided. Chris wound his way through the equipment to say a proper hello. Chris gave a quick apology and explanation of why he was so late, most of which came down to his first experience driving in New York City and being unprepared for the traffic conditions. Chris asked a couple of quick questions including how long Geon was going to continue working out before heading into the locker room for a quick change so that he could attempt to join in. While Chris was changing into workout clothes, Tim and his friend came into the locker room and started changing after finishing up their own workout. Tim said a quick hello and goodbye to Chris before rushing out for his own evening plans. Chris rushed out of the locker room and had a very quick 20 to 30-minute workout only doing 3-4 sets on a few exercises. It turned out to be more work than he anticipated doing given the fact that he was extremely frustrated from the drive and the fact that there was only about 20 minutes left before Geon was finished and would head home. When they were both done and headed to the locker room change, Chris finally had a chance to catch up with his friend and ask him how things were going with work and other things going on in his life. Geon very quickly let him know about the work troubles that week including the recent fire alarm debacle with Tim explaining how it set his work back for the day. He was also able to discuss a little bit more about how his work was progressing given some recent changes in procedure as well as new technology that they were attempting to interface to run their experiments. “Hey, I don't suppose you would be able to give me a lift home so that I wouldn't have to take the subway back?” Geon asked only half-heartedly joking knowing that that was what the initial plan was going to be. “Sorry, no.” was Chris’ response. “I figured I’d make you take the subway for 45 minutes while I drove there and sat in the car waiting for you. Though admittedly, it will probably take me that long to both find parking, and successfully parallel park!” They both laughed at this. “That was actually my plan the entire time. Give us a bit more time to hang out tonight since I missed most of the workout. Though I know how much of a fan you are of taking the subway.” Chris clapped Geon on his very large shoulder before he finished packing up his gym bag and they left the building. To both of their very great surprise, Chris had managed to find street parking only about half a block away from where the gym was. They both tossed their bags into the back seat and began the 20-minute car ride to Geon’s apartment. “So, tell me some more about this experiment that you're running” Chris asked. Geon started to explain it using somewhat layman's terms. Knowing that Chris had a background in technology he didn't have to put it into extremely basic terms for him to understand, however given Geon’s own experience is trying to explain things to his other friends and loved ones, if you overdo the technobabble, most people’s eyes glaze over and they really wouldn't understand or retain much of the information. By the time they arrived at Geon’s apartment he had finished explaining most of it. “That all sounds really cool! Plus, the next logical step for the advancement of VR technology. Not to mention that given those advances in the hardware it will make the detection of minute changes in eye movement and pupil dilation much easier to detect.” Chris replied after Geon took a break explaining most of the work that they had done integrating the new VR technology to the experiment. As Geon unlocked his apartment, he heard more than one voice on the other side of the door. It turned out once he got inside the apartment, the extra voice was a friend of his partner Jack and they both were on their way out as Jack had offered to drive him home rather than having him take the subway. This would allow Geon and Chris a chance to catch up a little bit more and in quieter surroundings than what he was originally anticipating. They quickly found out though that they were going to need to turn around and leave themselves given the fact that Geon hadn’t gone to the grocery store in the last couple of days and therefore had no food in the apartment. “I don't suppose you'd mind driving us over to the grocery store so that I could pick up some stuff, would you?” Geon asked Chris raising his eyebrows slightly knowing full well that they both needed to have some fuel after their workout. Chris gave an exaggerated moan of sarcastic annoyance before grinning. “So really the only reason you wanted to see me was to be your personal chauffeur for a day or so? Any other errands you want to do while I’m here Sir?” Chris put on a snotty British accent at this before he let out a laugh. “No not a problem at all. It will give me a chance to get some more New York driving experience under my belt. Although given the fact that I have an out of state license plate I feel a bit more of a target than I would have liked!” They both put shoes back on and went downstairs to head over to the grocery store. This time Chris let Geon drive the rental car because he was tired from the 9-hour drive that he had getting into the city not to mention the ever so slightly stressful amount of time he had while in the city of navigating around highly aggressive drivers. On the drive there and back they chatted more about things that were going on with them: Chris’ next stop on his road trip, the people he was going to see, etc. Chris asked some more about the experiments Geon was conducting, what all he needed for his decertation and while Geon was explaining more, mentioned the fact that he was looking to have some more subjects in order to get a wider selection of data to compile “Well if you're looking for more willing victims, I'd be happy to volunteer.” Chris told him after they had parked the car back at the apartment. “Oh no, that's fine” Geon replied “I couldn't ask you to do that while you're on vacation! This is time for you to relax and have fun not being treated like a lab rat!” “Hey, as long as I get some cheese at the end, I really don't have a problem with being a lab rat!” Chris replied laughing at his own joke “Besides, it'll give us a little bit more time to hang out. I really would like to see your lab and what it is that you're doing in person as it sounds really fascinating.” Geon still looked dubious. “I tell you what, I’ve got 1-2 hours free in my schedule tomorrow. There is someone I was planning to meet but I haven't heard back from so I may even have more time than that. How about I text you in the morning and let you know for sure what's going on. If I have a few hours to spare, I'll definitely come over and help you with your experiment.” It seemed like Geon wasn't going to win this argument, so he begrudgingly agreed. In his head however he was secretly very excited about having another subject to test his experiment on. The following morning Geon received text message letting him know that Chris would be available to come in and help with the experiment. He sent back directions to the lab building and met Chris downstairs in the lobby to escort him via the employee’s elevator which required a key card. After a quick tour of the lab, Geon led him to the testing room where they would be working. “I have to say this is not exactly what I expected.” Chris said with a look of mock disappointment. “And what exactly were you expecting? Geon asked eyebrows slightly raised wondering where this was going to go. Chris shrugged his shoulders with the beginnings of a grin playing on his face. “Something a little bit more Frankenstein's lab. You know, monochrome environment with test tubes everywhere, multicolored liquids bubbling over Bunsen burners, giant machines covered in knobs and switches with electricity sparking between them.” The grin became more pronounced as he said this indicating that he was kidding. “Well most of the test tubes are in another room on this same floor and as for all the electrical machines, those are best kept on the roof so that when we have those good lightning storms, they can get a good charge.” Geon grinned back playing into the conversation. “So, what exactly does my participation as your guinea pig in this experiment require me to do?” Chris asked. “Is this going to be like a physical exam at the doctor's office where I have to strip down so you put me in a hospital gown or is it less invasive than that?” “No there will be no need for stripping unless you really want to.” Geon replied laughing a little bit. “I will if you will.” Chris replied giving him a quick wink and eying Geon up and down. Chris had always been extremely impressed with Geon’s physique as it has been one of the things that had initially drawn him to start up a conversation 2 years ago. Chris was always extremely encouraging and supportive of Geon especially when he had those days or merely those moments where he felt like he wasn’t as big or developed as he should be. This had always been of slight annoyance to Chris as he would kill to look like Geon did, but then again, the same could be said about himself that others would like to look like him. There had been some light flirting between the two of them since the beginning but unfortunately it never progressed much further than that. It seemed like every time they were together Chris consciously had to be on his best behavior. Even though they had a good time in their handful of in person meetings, neither seemed to be quite as flirtatious in person as he was when he was texting. “I tell you what,” Geon said, “You be a good little rat this experiment and give me some information I can use and maybe afterwards your reward will be that I'll take my shirt off for you.” “Now this is a reward system that I can get behind! WAY better than cheese!” Chris said with a broad grin. “I'll have to make sure that I do my very best and maybe I can get more than just the shirt off of you.” Chris gave Geon’s shirt a quick tug still grinning evilly. “Well I'm ready when you are Herr Docktor! Guess it's time to hook me into all of this… stuff.” They spent the next 20 to 30 minutes getting Chris hooked up to all the diagnostic equipment, running the initial tests to make sure that all the equipment was functioning and receiving data and that Chris was comfortable. Finally, when Geon said that they were just about finished and ready to start, Chris made the quick comment about having Geon check to make sure that nobody was going to pull another fire alarm so that they'd have to disentangle everything. “I don't think there's much risk of that again!” Geon said with a slight laugh although he was inwardly seriously hoping that there wasn't going to be anything else that would cause a delay. “Looks like all the equipment is up and running so I'm going to go ahead and set up the first test for you. Your field of vision is going to be filled with various colors. All I need you to do is when each color comes up, consciously think of what color it is that you're seeing. Just relax and I’ll take care of the rest!” Geon said to his newest test subject. “This is so cool. Feels like I’m about to be jacked into the Matrix!” Chris replied with a toothy grin as he settled into the chair. “Well not quite as I don’t have that big brain spike to shove in the back of your head, but maybe this will lead to that! We’re going to get a baseline of what pathways activate when you see certain things.” “Gotcha. Fire when ready!” Chris replied still grinning even though all he saw for now was darkness. “I’m going to put the headphones on now. You’ll hear my voice come through on them, but I won’t be able to hear you once I close the chamber door. Just give me a thumbs up to let me know you’ve heard and understood the next set of instructions okay?” Chris gave a thumbs up and Geon secured the noise cancelling headphones. Geon started up the first test. Checking to make sure all the leads were sending back data he allowed himself to relax a bit as the test ran its course. After a couple minutes the test concluded. “Great job Chris. Now we’ll move to the next test. This one will be a series of simple shapes in various colors. Just like last time I need you to think of the color as well as the shape. Like ‘green square’ or ‘orange star’ got it?” “Got it.” Chris said before he gave a quick thumbs up to confirm he understood and settled back in. Geon started the next test sequence and watched the readouts. This time more neural activity was shown as it was a more complex task than a full vision of color. Several more minutes passed while that program ran, and the results were recorded. “Alright, next one is going to be a combination of shapes and colors. This time try to think of as many as you can. They will start to display faster and faster so if you can’t think of them fast enough don’t worry. This is more to measure your reaction time of conscious thought to what your brain initially sees.” Chris gave a quick thumbs up to show he was ready and understood. While the test was running, Geon looked over the raw data coming in noticing that Chris was responding better than any of the other subjects previously. They continued through the next few sets of experiments progressing further and further up until it got to the final test. “Okay Chris, this last one will be a series of images flashing across the screen. All you need to do is relax as the images play across the screen. Don't give any kind of conscious thought to what you’re seeing, just let your mind relax so it can absorb the images that it sees.” With one final thumbs up, Chris settled himself back into the chair awaiting the program the launch. Geon queued up a small sample of the side project he was working on with great excitement. It took 10 more minutes to conclude the final test. As the last of the machinery shut down, Geon began the process of unplugging all the diagnostic equipment from Chris. During this time Chris didn't move or respond to any external stimuli. When Geon took off the VR headset there was a slight dazed, glassy-eyed expression on Chris's face. Geon shook his shoulder as if to rouse him from falling asleep even though his eyes were wide open. “Chris can you hear me?” It took a couple more shakes but eventually Chris blinked his eyes a few times and seemed to suddenly become aware of his surroundings. “Whoa, sorry. Guess I zoned out for a second there. Did you get all you need?” Chris asked still trying to clear the cobwebs from his brain. More than I expected Geon thought. “In terms of this portion, yes. I want to grab your vitals quick to compare them to before the test. Geon removed all the remaining equipment from Chris' head leaving the blood pressure cuff, pulse, and other bio monitors attached. “So, does this mean I know Kung Fu now?” Chris asked with the slight chuckle. “Only if you knew it before we started.” Gian replied. “Well that's slightly disappointing. After that last test I kind of expected that I would I know Kung Fu.” Geon looked slightly puzzled at this statement. Chris explained further, “Did you ever see that TV show Chuck?” “No, it wasn't one that I ever watched.” Gian replied. “Well it basically was this average guy who works tech support at a Best Buy like company. One night he gets an email from an old college buddy with an attachment that contains what they called the Intersect. It was all the government's classified secrets embedded with information in a series of random images. Whenever the main character gets a visual trigger, he's able to recall information that was stored in those images. Later on in the series it also includes various technical skills including him learning Kung Fu.” Chris concluded his synopsis. “Sounds interesting and yes, it is fairly similar to what we're trying to do here except for the fact that we're not trying to embed information we're simply trying to map out how the brain processes various forms of visual stimulation. Not to mention I thought that was more reference to the Matrix.” Chris couldn't help but laugh. “Yeah it did have the added benefit of a two-fold reference between both a TV show and a movie!” “I tell you what, if you start suddenly being able to do Kung Fu, call me immediately because that's going to be a patent worthy discovery that I'm going to want to capitalize on right away!” Geon clapped Chris on the shoulder as they both left the lab and started to walk back to Geon’s apartment. “So, did I do a good enough job to see you out of your shirt?” Chris asked giving a mischievous grin and side eye to Geon as they made their way through the bustle of students. “I don’t know. I’ll have to wait to see what the results were before I can say how well you did. Going to take a while to go through all that data.” Geon said doing his best to keep a straight face and speak in a professional tone, but by the end he saw Chris’ grin and returned one of his own. This earned him an elbow shove. “Not funny! Though given how many IOU’s I’ve saved up from my visits, I think if I cashed them all in, you’d be naked and performing some tests of your own.” Chris had his own thoughtful, business like tone now. “Oh really?” Geon asked with raised eyebrows looking surprised yet intrigued. “Oh yeah!” Chris replied. “By my count I’m owed at least a strip tease, and/or posing session, between 30 and 60 minutes of muscle worship, and 3… no 4 hours of cuddles after. Though truthfully the order is up to discussion.” “And what sorts of tests do you think you’d perform?” Geon asked getting more interested in where this was going. “All sorts! There are the purely empirical ones of getting stats and measurements. As a fellow scientist you understand the importance of continued information gathering in an ongoing experiment. Plus, there are other tests to see how your body reacts to certain stimuli, and it’s resistance to constricting forces.” Geon chuckled slightly as Chris finished his purpose for these tests. “So basically, you want to get a tape measure, have me flex for you, feel me up and have me hulk out of my clothes?” “Basically yes.” Chris said in a flat tone before dropping the business-like façade and laughing. “Though you don’t need to make it sound so dull and clinical.” “I think that’s an experiment I can get behind. Though I have to ask if you’re going to do as any good researcher does and have multiple subjects to verify results.” “Well that is how the scientific method works. I need to make sure I can replicate the results. Or at least, as closely as possible. I’d be hard pressed to find someone of your stature. Though speaking of hard pressed…” Chris trailed off here as they had gotten onto the elevator at Geon’s apartment building. The doors had just closed, and Chris maneuvered behind Geon so he could wrap his arms around him. Once he did so, he backed up against the wall of the elevator so that he could feel all of Geon’s mass pressing him hard against the wall. He held Geon there for a few seconds, knowing the elevator ride was short but still allowing a quiet moan to escape him. When the elevator slowed and dinged to alert they had reached the right floor, Chris relaxed his grip. “God, I love science.” He said grinning at Geon as they left the elevator. It was a short walk from there to the apartment but along the way Chris could smell something being cooked somewhere on this floor. Whatever it was, as he couldn’t quite identify it, smelled delicious and it was then his stomach let out a very audible growl. “Well as much as this rat would like his metaphorical cheese reward, I’m thinking actual cheese might serve me better. Anything I could munch on ‘til I head out?” Chris asked while rubbing his stomach slightly taken aback at how hungry he suddenly was. “Do you not remember who you’re talking to? You saw me get enough food for an army last night! Though truth be told.” Geon had led the way into the apartment and closed the door as he said this. “I know you’re in the mood for beef.” He dropped his bag and gave a double bicep shot. A basal groan emanated from Chris at this. He had seen Geon do this in many pictures, and even in person a few times during his contest prep the year before. However, he was about 50 or so pounds smaller then and the sheer size of Geon standing before him was intoxicating. Before Chris could reply though, his stomach gave another loud rumble almost the same volume as his groan of longing mere seconds earlier. Geon couldn’t help but laugh. “How about a bit of both? We can both have something to eat, you can get started on your initial assessment before we run the other tests.” “Deal.” Chris agreed and they started to get lunch, or rather second lunch ready. While Geon was getting the food out and onto plates, Chris was absentmindedly feeling Geon’s body in various places. Rubbing his shoulders, down his arms, up his back, and continuing in light ways so as not to interrupt the food preparation process. He truly was as equally hungry for food and to worship Geon which surprised him given that he had eaten before arriving at Geon’s lab only an hour ago. After a couple minutes of feeling Geon in various places as he attempted to cook food, Chris couldn’t take any more and grabbed a nearby shaker from the dish drain, went over to where he knew Geon kept protein powder and dumped in three scoops worth of mix before filling it at the sink. “Sure, help yourself to my stuff man. Not a problem!” Geon’s voice dripped with sarcasm as he kept browning the beef on the stove. Chris gave him a side eye as he was in the process of chugging the drink. After the first couple gulps, he held up his finger to indicate that it would be a minute before he could reply. “Chug, chug, chug!” Geon started chanting like a frat boy which only seemed to encourage Chris. Indeed, after no more than 2 minutes he had polished off the whole drink without pausing for breath. “God, I needed that!” Chris gasped and started to rinse out the shaker. “Sorry I didn’t really ask but I was seriously about to resort to cannibalism in a minute! I can’t remember EVER being that hungry… in either sense.” “What do you mean?” Geon asked looking at him with interest. “I mean that I’m borderline ravenous. The kind of hungry that’s well beyond mere inconvenience and more painful, even desperate. Honestly that barely took the edge off!” Chris rubbed his stomach as he said this. “Well you’re welcome to some more if you need it. Didn’t you have anything to eat yet today?” Geon asked looking both worried and stern. He had talked to Chris several times about his diet and needing to eat regularly if he expected to apply and real change to his physique. “Yeah I had something about an hour or so before I got to the lab. Not a huge breakfast, but substantial enough that I didn’t think I’d need to eat for a bit, let alone be that hungry.” “And what was that crack about cannibalism?” Geon asked looking in mock terror. “Just meant that had you really flexed for me, I probably would have started eating you. Seriously. There would have been the first level of licking, kissing, really just marinating the meat, but then soon biting and… well I’ll leave the rest to your imagination!” Chris said while truly eyeing Geon up like a piece of meat. “Well let’s avoid that by you getting the rice out of the fridge and portioning out some for each of us. Heat it up in the microwave and by then this should be done. Hot sauce is in the fridge too if you want any.” They finished up their respective tasks to complete lunch and sat down to eat. As they ate in mostly silence, Chris couldn’t stop his hands from roaming across Geon’s body. For the first time he really allowed himself to relax a bit and appreciate his friend’s impressive physique. Geon chose not to flex so as not to awaken any of Chris’ latent cannibalistic tendencies, at least nothing beyond the work it took to extend the fork to and from his plate. Geon did notice however that Chris seemed to be really warm. Granted they had never sat so close so this could have been his normal level of heat output. Geon himself was like a furnace at his size so for him to notice the body heat of someone else meant they must be putting out quite a lot. He was about to comment on this when he remembered Chris saying he ran warmer than most plus at that point he had gotten up to deposit his dishes in the sink. As he was coming back to the couch though Geon noticed that he was sweating quite a bit more than he expected given that they hadn’t done anything to strenuous nor was it that warm in the apartment, despite being on the 5th floor. Suddenly Chris’ phone started buzzing. He took it out and Geon saw briefly that it was an alarm. “Damnit.” Chris said turning off the alarm before putting it back in his pocket. “Now that I’ve satisfied one hunger, I’m going to have to go before I can satisfy the second!” “I didn’t think you were leaving so quickly today.” Geon said trying to recall specifics of Chris’ itinerary. “Initially I wasn’t but my friend Rick that I’m going to see said he got tickets to see that new Detective Pikachu movie with me and his kid. He got them for a late afternoon show so we could do dinner after and a workout after that… and another meal after that. So, I gave myself a bit of extra time to make sure I can actually get there since I don’t know what traffic will be like.” “I’m sure once you get a bit outside of Manhattan, you’ll be okay. It tends to lighten up not too long after that. What does your GPS tell you for the arrival?” Geon asked. “It’s just over 2 hours according to Google. Which I don’t trust absolutely, but they do a decent job of updating to current traffic conditions. Even still, I’m adding in an extra 30 minutes as I like to err on the side of caution. Though I could say eff you, Pikachu if it meant I could spend some time fulfilling a slightly belated birthday wish...” Chris said with a seductive tone in his voice tracing his fingers up and down Geon’s arm. Almost right on que they heard a voice outside and the sounds of the key in the lock of the door. With a jerk Chris slid away from Geon and started fumbling to get his phone out of his pocket. Jack came in and commented on how he wasn’t expecting to see them, well Geon at least, he only briefly acknowledged Chris’ presence. He then started launching into a laundry list of things to Geon ranging from things that happened to him that day, to messages he wanted to pass on, to reminding him of various things mostly regarding his flight the next day. It took a few minutes before there was the slightest break for Chris to get a word in saying that he was heading out. Geon had finished his lunch by this point and took the dishes over to the sink giving Jack a quick kiss in the process. Chris stood up as well taking this as the sign for him to leave. He gave Geon a quick hug and as they broke apart Geon noticed how flushed Chris looked, as well as how warm he really seemed to be. “Text me when you get there okay?” Geon said picking up on how uncomfortable Chris was and trying to smooth things over. “I will. Thanks again for lunch and I hope I was able to help with your experiment.” Chris said with a slight tremble in his voice. He fished for his keys and turned for the door. Jack had already disappeared into the other room and neither seemed all that interested in saying goodbye to the other. “Take care Geon. I’ll talk to you later.” And without another glance back, Chris was out the door. ***** Chris: Hey G. You have some free time tomorrow afternoon? I’ll be coming back through NYC on my way home and I really need to talk to you about something. 11:31pm Geon: Everything okay? 11:35pm. Geon replied with the slightest twinge of worry. Chris: I’m fine, but it’s something I need to discuss face to face. 11:35pm Geon: Yeah I can free up some time. When were you thinking? 11:36pm Chris: I’ll be there between 2 and 3. 11:36pm Geon: Awesome. See you then! 11:37pm Geon couldn’t suppress the spark of excitement that flashed through his mind. He’d been wondering about Chris’s sudden hunger and high temperature all day and couldn’t help but get excited by what it could mean. Is he already seeing results? Geon thought. If so, it’s happening faster than I thought. But why wouldn’t he say something if that were the case? Must be something else. It’s probably about how awkward things were when Jack got home. The last couple of times Chris and Jack had interacted face to face, Chris talked to Geon about how much his partner upset him. Granted some of it he was sure Chris was overreacting about, but there was one thing during his last trip he agreed with Chris on that Jack had been a major asshole for no reason. He probably just wanted to explain his side of things again, even though Geon really didn’t want to hear for a third time how Chris’ feelings were hurt. Especially when the only thing he could say Jack did that was slightly offensive was not say goodbye, but Chris seemed highly agreeable to that having already told Geon he wanted as little interaction with Jack as possible. He checked Chris’ Instagram feed to see if he had updated anything and there wasn’t anything new after his picture with Geon earlier that day. If things had gone as planned, he would have definitely posted something. Geon was sure of it. It must be something else. But what if… ***** Geon awoke when his alarm went off with a highly disgruntled groan. Blindly looking for the phone to silence it just for a few minutes as he was not ready to start the day yet, given his surprise late night. After his brief conversation with Chris the night before, he stayed up for hours remotely accessing the data from his lab computer to analyze Chris’ results. Regardless of whether his suspicions were true or not, he needed to start going over the data for the experiment, but his excitement kept rising the more he saw. Chris’ results were higher than anyone’s, including his own, which caused Geon to wonder what he would see the next day. As a byproduct of his inability to stop and sleep, he only got to bed and fallen asleep about 2 hours before this highly annoying alarm pulled him rudely back to consciousness. His annoyance dissipated quickly once he remembered what was going on that day. He had to take Jack to the airport for a flight and then would go to the gym. Then he would be able to meet Chris to discuss whatever was so important. When the phone went off a second time, Geon finally shut it off and picked up his phone. He quickly scanned notifications and messages and once that was done pulled up Instagram and checked on the new postings. Chris still hadn’t posted anything so Geon’s hope that his hunch was right seemed dashed. Tempter your excitement and remain objective. A creed his father taught him many years ago whenever Geon’s passion started to supersede his scientific nature. “Babe, you up yet? We need to get going to the airport soon!” Jack called from the other room. “I’m up.” He called back and fully rolled out of bed. He was pulling out clothes to go take a shower in when his phone buzzed notifying him of a message. Chris: Still estimated to arrive at your place around 2. That work or you need me to meet you somewhere else, say the gym? 10:12am Geon: My place is fine. I’ll be done with the gym by then and will be back home. 10:14am Chris: Damn. Well maybe I’ll try to get back sooner so I can lift with you since I missed most of it last time. 10:15am Geon: No don’t do that! You spend time with your friend. Don’t cut that short! 10:16am Chris told Geon that the friend he was staying with now up in Connecticut was someone he hadn’t seen in about 10 years. Besides, he had a feeling that given some of the events going on this weekend in the city, traffic was going to suck. Given it was Sunday, the airport was usually busy all day as people left/returned to be back for work. Chris: Okay. I’ll text when I’m close. 10:17am Geon: Safe travels! 10:18am Still no indication as to what’s going on… “Babe, we need to get going soon, traffic is going to suck because of the holiday.” Jack called out. “Babe I know! I’m getting in the shower.” Geon called back his irritation returning. “Should have been done by now. If you would have gone to bed last night- “ “I was working!” Geon cut him off now really annoyed. “I’m sorry I’m not ready to go on your timetable but I have shit to do too ya know!” “Shit you could have waited to do today after you took me to the airport.” Jack snapped back. “I’m getting in the shower.” Geon called and closed the door to the bathroom. He loved his partner but that didn’t mean he didn’t also dislike him a lot of the time. The drive to the airport took a bit longer than estimated, though time went by quickly given that he and Jack argued the majority of the way there about what route was best to take, Jack saying there would have been less traffic an hour ago if they left when he wanted, and other remarks that made Geon more than a little grateful to say goodbye at curbside when Jack got out. He begrudgingly gave him a kiss when Jack pulled his puppy dog/little kid routine. Geon had to admit that look was hard to resist, but he was getting better with practice. Traffic back was even worse. By the time he cleared the airport proper it was already almost 1. He was in the process of texting Chris this update when one appeared from him. Chris: Hey G. I left a bit ahead of schedule and will be there in about 30 min. I completely spaced that today was Mother’s Day and they’ve got some family stuff planned here so I don’t want to intrude. You want me to still meet you at your place? 12:42pm Geon: Head to the gym. I’m running late after taking Jack to the airport, so I’ll probably get there the same time you do with this traffic. 12:45pm Chris: Oh excellent! I was hoping to get a proper lift with you this trip! I’ll see you there! 12:47pm Geon usually didn’t drive much in the city preferring to take the subway most places as it was easier, and he didn’t have to find parking. However, it would take him twice as long to use the subway now, so he just went directly to the gym. He managed to find a parking spot just one street away and as he was walking up to the gym saw Chris standing outside waiting for him. “Guess it’s only fair I get here first this time!” Chris said grinning. “Yeah was up too late last night working and was behind this morning getting ready. Plus, Jack was being… well Jack. You know how he is. Is that what you were so insistent on talking to me about? How he treated you yesterday?” Geon said with the slightest hint of irritation. “What? Oh no.” Chris said, waving his hand dismissively while shaking his head. “Well not exactly. Though now you mention it, there was something I’ve been meaning to tell you that I thought of after Halloween when I was here.” “About Jack?” Geon asked as they were walking down the stairs to the gym. “Yeah. It occurred to me after another conversation with someone. Jack is like a puppy. He’s highly energetic, craves constant attention and affection, sometimes makes too much noise for no reason, and gets very territorial over his space. You’re used to that type of behavior being around him all the time so for you it’s the status quo.” Chris said as they entered the locker room. “That’s fair.” Geon said curious where this was going. “Whereas I’m like a cat. Usually very mellow, likes to take naps, only needs a bit of attention, when I chose to have it, but otherwise completely content to be on my own. I think it’s a personality you’re not much used to dealing with given Jack and the types of people he tends to be around. You’re used to having to constantly entertain him, or more accurately him being constantly in motion or talking which is why it seemed so weird when I was so quiet and mellow that you felt like you had to entertain me. So quite literally, our past issues can be equated to fighting like cats and dogs.” Geon looked at Chris and laughed as he set his stuff down on the bench. “You know what, you’re right. You guys were like oil and water. And while I appreciate you taking the high road and giving him another chance, I guess in other ways it’s like teaching an old dog, new tricks!” “Well played!” Chris said laughing. “You kept the analogy going and accurately too! It helped me to deal with a lot of the crap I was going through about him and his behavior last trip. Now, it’s truly the same as looking at him like a puppy. I can’t get mad at him for it, but it’s not my place to try and change him. Besides.” Chris said eyeing Geon and holding the bottom of his shirt poised to pull it up over his head. “I think there are other changes that will be taking priority for us to discuss.” And with that Chris pulled the shirt over his head. He had been wearing a loose-fitting long sleeve shirt, which took until this moment for Geon to register as strange given it was in the mid 70’s today. But as soon as the shirt cleared his head, Geon understood why. “Lucy, you got some ‘splainin’ to do!” Chris said winking at him.
  15. First of all, loving your work on this as this is an amazing story and you're breathing new life into it. MINOR critique, in that second picture, you state story twice: "writing such a great story original story" Sorry, as a writer myself, the Grammar Nazi tends to surface more often than I'd like
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