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About SeaMusc

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    Hawaii, USA
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  • What are your interests?
    I'm in the medical professional field and I am a huge science geek. I can read anatomy, physiology, and pharmacology text books for fun. Ya, I said for fun. I know...weird.

    Gym, cooking (I am a seriously good cook), camping, gym, music, gardening, gym, road trips and traveling. Invite me to your town and maybe I'll come visit :-) Since moving to Seattle a couple of years ago, I have loved going fishing too.
  • What are your stats?
    32" waist
  • What are you seeking?
    Chat, friends across the world to get to know, friends that are within visiting distance to go grab a drink or coffee with. We can always chat about what we enjoy. I love meeting new people that are outside of my social group. I am also very much a people person so say hello.
  • What are your dream stats?
    Jacked, Ripped, and Swole out of my mind. Uber-vascular
    Im working on that.
  • Favorite Stories
    Just beginning to scratch the surface on them. I'll let you know as I read more.
  • Favorite Bodybuilders
    Miha Zupan!
    Bradley Martyn
    Bob Paris (he got my fantasies started when I was young)

    The Real Men of the Forum in no particular order:
  • Got Any Fetishes?
    Hell yes. Realistic muscle growth, muscle growth that is just past realistic, leather, piercings and tatts, devolution, muscle in general - not necessarily growth - just plain good and simple muscle. I have a serious thing for shorter guys that are built like houses. But, I don't discriminate. :-) Woof!

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  1. Always good to see new work from you Londonboy. Looking forward to the next chapters.
  2. Wow.  An amazing talent and writer of imagination!!!

    1. SeaMusc


      that's kind of you to say. Stay tuned for more. ❤️ 

  3. Yes. I wrote a chunk this weekend and again some more tonight. I'm hoping to post the next installment this weekend or next. Not to fear, Hunklover. More is on the way Hey Built - keep checking back over the next week or so. I hope you'll be happy with the next chapter. Welcome to the Forum, HOTCHEF. I'm so glad that my offering was the one that popped your cherry so to speak - as far as posting on here goes. And it does appear that the writing had its intended reaction. Stay tuned. More coming up in the next few days.
  4. Wow. There aren't many stories that hit all of those notes. Thanks for the share.
  5. Thanks for pointing him in the right direction Hialmar. Heres a link direct to Part III (end) and there is a link at top to part II. Hope you are enjoying it.
  6. Have no fear. It will be finished. Thank you for the BUMP and know that I am plugging away at this. As I said in previous comments, I want to have it all done before I post the next chapter. Life has gotten away from me a bit - in a good way. But I am working on this as I am able to . It will be done. No worries MochiNii
  7. Thanks All! I have been working on the next 3 chapters - to the end. When I put up the next chapter I want to have all of the story written so I can post all of it. Too many stories on here are unfinished - mine included...so be patient and I will deliver the next chapter and the others to the end.
  8. I spoke with the author today and he stated that it would be finished and has been worked on. If we are patient, he will deliver. I, for one, cant wait for future chapters
  9. You guys are ALWAYS too kind. Thank you though. I don't know if short stories are my thing really - I like to really "flesh" things out, so to speak and to develop a world around what makes the story somehow believable. That takes a lot more time and many more words - so after I wrap up the other active stories I have going, I may come back to this one and see if I can have some fun with it. >:-)
  10. Hey Forum Guys, I have never written a "short" story before. If you have read any of my others, they are LONG and expansive - but I wanted to try something different. Although I know that the requirement is to do a self-contained story, I have done that - but maybe one day after I finish up the others that I am actively writing, I will flesh this one out a bit more. As someone in the medical field, I have the privilege of examining bodies every day - usually a couple dozen of them - and every once in a while, someone will come in to clinic that is breathtaking in their physicality...So, this is my take on the other side of one of the dozens of stories on here that mention that some protagonist is getting HUGE and he or his friend/family tells him he needs to go get "checked out" by a doctor. This is that story from the doctor's viewpoint. Enjoy and happy Storyversary. ----------------------------------------- I woke up like I did every morning – 4 am – to go to the gym before work. Years of neglect had left my body in a sad state – not horrible, but not where I had been years before. Shit, when I was in my early 20s, I had an 8 pack and broad shoulders, legs thicker than my waist – I was a god. The challenges of medical school had taken their toll and the first years of practice had me working 60-80 hour weeks. No time to meal prep – and little time for the gym. But I had accepted a new job at a clinic on Maui. Sand and sun and the hopes of work/life balance. Working out was now a possibility – even if I had to do it at insane hours – but I was doing it and finally, I was seeing results. The god-awful hour of day was the challenge – but the improvements started to show and there were tan jacked local guys everywhere that kept me motivated. One morning, a patient showed up on my schedule – brand new to me. His reason for visit just stated “personal problem.” The photo ID pic in the corner of the page was just a thumbnail – but he was gorgeous. Maybe, no probably, part Hawaiian, Japanese, and Caucasian. A true island guy. I had a soft spot for them – or a hard spot. His name was Ikaika – of course it was…Hawaiian for “Strength.” I was in trouble if he looked anything like his photo. His last weight and height was 6’1” and 215 pounds at his visit three months ago. I was glad to be wearing dark slacks – maybe that would hide the dark stain on my crotch that seemed to form with or without my permission when I was turned on. It hadn’t happened with a patient previously – I have examined my fair share of hot guys - but this man, with his exotic look, crystal blue eyes, and that smirk I could just make out in the photo – a perfect storm for me and my heavy churning balls. They seemed to be producing more and more cum as I worked out week after week – now I was nearly always horny as the wads of cum-soaked tissue paper next to my bed suggested. I had to jack off at least three times a day – once on waking, once on getting home from work…and my favorite – my good night wank. On the weekends, it was even more often – I’m surprised that I even left the house sometimes. Ikaika was scheduled for late afternoon – 3:40 PM which caused great suffering as the day went on…and what were these personal matters? I usually hated to see that on the purpose of visit. You would never know what they would want to talk about – it was NEVER anything sexy. But looking again at that picture on his ID scanned into his chart – he could have said just about anything and I would have been turned on by it. But I tried to remind myself that pictures can be deceiving. Maybe he had some sort of horrible deformity – or maybe he had lost all of his teeth in a fight – maybe he was a complete ass and a homophobic prick…I wouldn’t know for a few more hours. The time came and I nearly did too. My nurse, a short but adorable Filipina, went to room Ikaika. I had checked my pounding libido by this time. He was probably a mouth breather or one of the guys who responds in grunts and stares at you under the heavy brow of a neo Cro-Magnon. Good, my erection was going down. A few minutes later, Nurse Mila came into my office to give me report. She was beaming ear to ear and shaking her head side to side a bit. “You’re going to LOVE this one.” She giggled. She would only ever say that if whoever was in the room was a smoldering piece of meat. Mila knew my tastes and she took every opportunity she had to humiliate me with her gaze. I approached Exam Room 4 and knocked lightly; I put my hand on the handle and opened it slowly. “Ikaika?” As the door swung open, on the far side of the room was a hulking beast, so large that sitting in the chair, relative size considered, it appeared he sat in something made for a child. I shook my head a bit – he was supposed to be 6’ 1” and 215. This was something far taller and massively heavier. There was a frightened look in Ikaika’s crystal blue eyes as he looked at me. His eyes dashed around the room, settling on mine from time to time. He was wringing his hands and a moment later he unclasped them and he made fists so hard, the knuckles turned white. He had stunningly long eyelashes – I don’t know why I noticed that. I couldn’t contain my erection and it was too late now – I was just feet away from the most beautiful and terrifying being that my very active imagination could construct. He wore a white v-neck tee and khaki shorts that didn’t come close to mid-thigh. Sitting down he was nearly as tall as I was standing – and I’ll not short at 5’ 10”. But his width and thickness – his shoulders appeared equitable to standard bowling ball range, his pecs jutted out far enough to pull the V neck to its ripping point – the threads seemed to be unraveling before my eyes. His forearms as thick as country hams – nearly as large as the round vein-riddled mass occupying a dominant position on his upper arm – pencil thick veins swirled in chaotic design over every inch of him I could see – even his thick neck. Taking in his legs and feet – shit, those must be size 20 sandals. I don’t know how he’d even find something that big. His quads erupted from their strained khaki prison with long mounds of striated dense flesh moving toward the knees, which were remarkably small in diameter – that just made him look more massive. I surveyed him up and down and side to side a couple of times before engaging his eyes again. He was now looking directly at me, not even blinking. There was a troubled look in his eyes and that look of fear was present still. He looked like he was about to cry. “Ikaika – Hi, I’m Gabriel. How can I help you today? Your visit note just stated ‘personal.’ Is there something I can help you with?” Silence hung thick in the air. The quivering thick beast in front of me started talking a half-dozen times but nothing came out other than short monosyllabic utterances – it appeared to me that the giant in the room didn’t know where to begin, so I started. “I have looked over your past few visit notes. It states there that you are 6’ 1” and 215 pounds as of your last visit 3 months ago. Is the reason you are here today? You have quite obviously grown since your last visit.” Silence again and then the thick warm honey sound of his voice shook me – I could feel his voice into the deepest parts of me. “I just started growing. It seems to be around certain people, always men, and I don’t know how to stop it!” The last word eeked out as a near-squeal as his voice broke. Ikaika, obviously overwhelmed by his circumstance, just kept staring into my eyes. I switched from lust mode into professional mode inside of my mind. It was clear that this man, big as a bull, was distressed. “Well, why don’t we start with a brief physical exam – we will probably need some labs ordered as well.” I slipped into my “routine” that I went through with nearly every patient. Heart and lung sounds, abdominal tones, basic movement observations, overall state of health, eyes, ears, mouth… “Ikaika, can you take off your shirt for me? I can hear better that way.” I fingered the stethoscope in my hand. He crossed his arms and his hands met the bottom of his tee shirt. He began lifting up slowly, then I heard the first rip – the seam was bursting on his right side – his lats were flaring too much and the fabric and threat could not resist. His eyes went wide and he looked ashamed. “It’s OK. It’s just the two of us in here – and I have seem much worse, even today.” I tried to speak calmly but this whole experience was too fucking hot for me to handle. I already had enough mental images to fuel my spank bank for a year. He removed his shirt and my breath caught. I could tell he was ripped just from seeing his arms and legs – but I was not prepared to see all of his upper body exposed. I could not keep my swelling manhood under control any longer. He was GOD-made-man. His chest erupted 4 or 5 inches outward – imaging what a 5 inch pec chasm looks like – you could quite literally put your hand in between his collosal chest muscles and it would be buried. Striations bunched from his shoulder insertions and flared across meeting in the center of his breastbone. His abs were 8 colossal thick but individual squared-off bricks, almost sharp at the edges and netted in a filigree netting of vasculature. My hands were quaking slightly. I would touch him now, even with my stethoscope. I approached and placed my stethoscope against his left pec – it was silent – his chest was too thick, too dense, to hear even his heartbeat so I moved to his neck to listen to his carotids – thump-thump; thump-thump – I heard blood coursing through is arteries flowing from his heart. The sound was deeper and more insistent than anyone else’s I had listened to in my life. All other points of exam were normal – well, abnormally perfect. “Can you please stand up, Ikaika?” He rose and rose to nearly 7 and ½ feet. His mass completely boggled my mind. “Please take off your shorts so I can give you a brief genital exam.” That look of fear came back into his eyes. “Is everything OK?” I asked again. He closed his eyes and shook his head, unbuttoned his shorts that appeared as if they had been lacquered on him. His enormous manhood lolled between his thighs, even soft must have been 10 good thick inches. His balls the size of one of those large Florida avocados, not the anemic small Haas. No these were round and at least softball sized. My mouth felt dry…I just stared at the meat in front of me. I did not feel worthy to be breathing the same air as this paragon of power. I couldn’t imaging the strength he possessed – what he could move with the slightest attempt at trying. Suddenly, his eyes went wide and his hands clenched again. A low rumbling moan escaped his lips and he thrust his head back looking at the ceiling and as fast as his eyes opened, they closed – another moan escaped his lips. He started breathing shallow and rapid – and the mammoth cock between his legs started to fill and harden. Nearly whispering he looked down at me and said with simple certainty, “You are one of them.” “I’m not one of anything.” “You are one of the men that can make me grow.” I had absolutely no idea what the monster in front of me was referring to. Confused and remarkably horny, I just watched him. He looked at me again – the frightened eyes of a confused man were replaced by a steely confidence mixed with utter bliss. Looking into his face – it was as if he were slowly and repeatedly orgasming. And a moment later, I could see him get very slightly wider, taller, thicker. Soft moans issued from his large pillowy lips every few seconds. “Does it hurt, Ikaika?” I was dumbfounded and could barely form sentences. I looked at his cock, nearly straight up and resting in between his abdominals, ropes of gossamer silk precum pushing out of the tip in wave after wave. “No, Gabriel. It feels like heaven. I could never tire of this feeling.” He spoke quietly with a rumble. I shot my load, hard. A soft cry came out of my mouth as he looked down at me and smiled. “My Turn.” He looked directly into my eyes, floods of silver sweet honey forming a puddle on the floor under him. I wanted to lap it up – I could smell its sweetness. Staring at me, he reached up his right hand to his left nipple and squeezed. Another moan, this one deeper and more insistent than the last. “Touch me, Gabriel.” I was crossing a line and I knew it – but it was his request. My trembling hand reached out and from his left pec, ran down the ridges and valleys of his abdomen – fingertips running over pulsating veins. My hand found the base of his cock, still slobbering it’s gifts, but now into my hand. I moved my hand from the base of his mammoth manhood and closed it around his throbbing head. I was in awe. Looking up at him, he smiled and I could feel him getting slowly bigger – not noticeably so, but I could feel it. I turned my eyes back up to his – there was a confidence and … dominance… that was not there before. Something wild was inside of the ashamed and frightened man I had met just a few minutes before. I did not break his gaze. My hand opened up from its grasp on his cock head and I ran it down, with some great friction to the base, then back up, and down, up and down. Ikaika began panting again but never looked away from my gaze. His breath caught. And then he came, a gallon of thick white cream, pulse after pulse, more and more shot from him and onto the wall opposite. His eyes were wild and looked greedy. I stopped pumping and stepped back a few feet and watched him gain a few more pounds, a centimeter or two of height. He breathed out deeply and we finally broke our stare. The frightened look returned to his face. “God, I am so sorry. So sorry. I cant believe I did that.” I reached up and put my hand on his chest, letting it slowly drop to his nipple where I let my fingers twist and play for a moment. “What are you doing tonight, Ikaika?” A broad smile and a flash of that dominant confident man broke through. “Fucking you and getting bigger, my man.”
  11. Soon! Im working on the next chapter here, one for Synergy, one for Beastmaster, one for Impossible Discovery....and an entirely self-contained one for the Storyversary. Your patience will be rewarded, I hope.
  12. Thank you so much for your comment. To be honest, I guess I have been blessed with a few friends along the way that have loved that sort of attention. And I have received that sort of attention as well. But the thing that is difficult - I have dated men who were very muscular and when I would run my fingers along their veins, or massage their thick hard triceps or biceps when in a passionate moment - all of them have thought I was a freak for worshiping the hard vascular mass that they had fought so hard for. I don't know what to say than I understand that sorrow for what you have or have not experienced. Fetishes and desires that run counterpoint to traditional morés are problematic unless you find a good fit. Carry on with your dreams of finding someone who understands you. Truly, that is the hard part...but when you do find that person, hold on to them.
  13. @liftme Working on a next chapter now. I hope you re-read chapters 1 and 2 to prepare yourself
  14. Thanks to those who have been asking for more of this one. A slightly shorter chapter - but one to set things up for the future. Again, thank you for your feedback and your support. ***************************************************************************************************** For the next couple of days, we went through the same routine. We slept naked together, Ian fucked me, I fucked him – and I was good at it too, especially for a “beginner.” At least that’s what Ian said. The woman known as Mrs. Brad’s Mom made platters of food for breakfast the rest of the week. She also pawed at Ian’s enormous arms every chance she got. Dinner with Dad at home tempered her flirtation a bit, but not all the way. She stole touches when she could. As embarrassing as it was, Ian would just look at me and let out little chuckles. He KNEW that Mrs. Brad’s Mom was embarrassing her namesake and he derived some sort of pleasure from it. Then Sunday night came. It was the day before Ian would go to football camp. He had to be there at 08:00 sharp. After a dinner of beef tenderloin, baked potatoes, corn on the cob, fresh made rolls and all of the side dishes…I looked over at Ian at the kitchen table and my eyes started to water. Mrs. Brad’s Mom, AKA Debbie, got out a fresh Key lime pie and began to cut it into serving sized pieces. My dad got up and started clearing the table. Ian got up to help too but I grabbed his thick meaty hand and pulled him back into his chair…I mean, I “suggested” with my body language that he sit back down. He was large enough to do what he wanted – I don’t even know if he felt my grip. But he did sit back down next to me. I looked into his steely blue-grey eyes and just squeezed the finger I was holding on to. And you know what? His eyes started to water as well. We ate the pie in silence. His right hand surrounding my left leg under the table. My small left hand at his enormous powerful knee…I could feel the blood vessels pulsing, throbbing, feeding his ever stronger muscles. If I didn’t have a mouthful of pie, I would have got under the table and started licking every inch of his thunder-producing legs. After we ate dessert, Ian rose and took everything else off of the table. Mrs. Brad’s Mom was at the sink starting to wash dishes, her back to us. My father had retired to the common room to watch his “shows.” Ian took the stack of small plates over to the sink and stood next to my mom. Their backs both to me. Ian leaned down to her. His enormous arm, full of enough power to crush cars I was sure, wrapped around her shoulder. “Thank you for a wonderful week. I will never forget how kind you are.” He gave her a kiss on the cheek. He turned toward me. God, his thighs were so thick he had a waddle to him. My mother turned to him and grabbed one of his thick fingers. “Be good to him. Don’t break his heart.” She said quietly, it was almost a whisper – not intended for me to hear. Ian just looked at her and smiled that goofy grin that could win anyone over. In my seat at the table, I looked at him walking toward me. He seemed taller. He seemed more powerful than even earlier today. God was in my kitchen and his name was Ian. He pointed upstairs towards my bedroom and just nodded and smiled. I got up from my seat. It was obvious to my parents that “we” were together now I think. He picked me up again at the bottom of the staircase. His arms bulging, his pecs heaving, his traps swelling – he was trying to impress me, and it was working. But he felt bigger too. Harder. More vascular. Maybe that is why I felt so tired tonight…I was making him grow. I was still granting his wish from all those years ago. He set me down on our bed – it was OUR bed now. Ian, his bulk extending to all corners of my view, leaned into me and kissed me deeply. I took his face in my hands. “Ian, we will change those wishes from years ago next weekend…but for now, I want you to take every ounce of strength from me. Drain me dry. Grow tonight bigger than you ever thought you could be. Take everything from me. I will sleep it off while you are gone. Yes, I will be sore tomorrow and that is OK. But when you go to football camp tomorrow – promise me you will DESTROY everything in your way. Become the massive mountain of power that I have jacked off to my entire life. You are nearly there.” I said the last bit with a smirk, knowing that it would work its way into Ian’s mind – that I said he was “nearly there.” Ian, the man-god, pulled me toward him and then planted a kiss on my lips that I will never forget. And then he drained me. I woke up at 06:00 barely able to move. It was the worst it had ever been. Ian was getting out of the shower…I think it was him. The thing coming through the door had to have been 6 inches taller and 50 pounds heavier than the Ian I had said goodnight to last night. He rushed over to me when he heard me moan. “I’m so sorry, Brad. I didn’t even try to get bigger. It felt like you were shoving it in to me.” He had such deep concern in his voice. I could barely keep my eyes open…and I hurt. Every inch of me was on fire. He buried his head in my now emaciated chest. “The universe demands balance.” The words barely escaped my lips and I was back asleep. When I woke up later that day, all of Ian’s things were gone. My room was spotless. He had cleaned. I could still smell him – and it made my heart ache. He wouldn’t be coming through the door any time soon. That goofy beautiful smile would be a stranger for at least a few days. I felt like a giant gaping hole had been ripped into me. There was nothing that could fill it except for Ian. The pain and exhaustion I felt – it was worth it. I saw glimpses of him as he left. Shadows of the monster he was now. And Ian was so good and pure; there is no one else I would have trusted with the sort of size and strength. He had become the huge strong man that he wanted to be all of those years ago. And I knew that it wasn’t over. I fell asleep again, but I could feel him, like we were connected somehow. A few hours later, the sun was low in the sky as it came through my window. My mother had left me in peace but I could smell dinner cooking – probably some sort of tuna casserole. Ugh. She couldn’t seem to escape the ‘60s. I didn’t want to move, but I needed to eat. I got out of bed and saw an envelope on my dresser. The writing was in hard sharp blocks. Ian. Using all of the strength I had in me, I walked the 10 feet to the envelope. I nearly fell over, twice. My trembling hand reached out and opened it. “My Dear Brad, You look so peaceful when you sleep. I don’t know why you did what you did last night. But I think I know, I guess. Part of our deal all of those years ago was that I would grow into one of the largest and strongest men in the world. I am getting very close to that now, thanks to you. But the other part of that deal…Brad, I will always protect you. It is the only thing I truly want anymore. I don’t know if it is the wishes we made at Lybbert’s Pond that night, or if it is just natural – the way I feel. It doesn’t matter though, does it? I care for you more than I do about myself. Sounds so weird to say that – but it is true. I woke up today and hit 260 according to your scale and I’m pretty sure I am at least a couple of inches taller, maybe more. But I know that means that you have paid a price. And a horrible one. So let me make you a promise. You asked me to destroy everything in my path at camp. I will do that. There is nothing that will get in my way. And when I am done on Friday. I will come to you. We will get ready for our date this weekend at Lybbert’s Pond. The meteor shower starts at 19:07. I put it in my phone. LOL. For now, rest. Sleep. Draw anything you need from me. I can feel you now, all the time. Whatever WE are, you are a part of me. Yours for as long as you’ll have me, Ian” I set the note down and collapsed onto the floor – so many emotions assaulting me, mostly pride in what Ian was becoming. And yes, I could feel him all of those miles away. Friday couldn’t come soon enough.
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