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  1. BarbellWriter

    Amari’s Essence chapter 5

    Comments welcome AMARI’S ESSENCE

 Chapter 5 The Preparation

 As Akil slept, his body was incorporating Amari’s strength essence into Akil’s muscles and Amari’s testosterone was reshaping Akil’s physique. In his sleep, Akil sweated profusely and his skin was flush with heat.

Akil’s sleep was deep and filled with dreams. His mind replayed the evenings fight between the musclemen, embellishing it and extending it with each replay. His heart raced during these dreams. Later he dreamed he was trapped in a fire in his hut for hours unable to escape. His skin was growing hotter as the fire progressed. As the fire finally reached him in his dream and began to burn him, he woke up. He opened his eyes suddenly to find his heart beating furiously in his chest. His sleeping clothes and mat were soaked with sweat. He got up and went this bathroom to bathe. He found his muscles sore to the touch and they ached. After he bathed, he heard a knock at his door as he grabbed cover and went to answer it.

He opened the door and their stood his friend Sokai whom he had planned to meet at 11:30 that morning at the public gym.

 “Hey, Akil, where have ya been?” asked Sokai. “I’ve been waiting for you at the gym for an hour for our workout. Looks like you overslept.” But before Akil could answer, Sokai looked over his friend and exclaimed, “Hey, what happened to you? Where did your bodyfat go? Have you been dieting?”

 Akil looked down at his body and simultaneously raised his right hand to touch his stomach. There he could see and feel two small rows of abs just below his ribs. He then examined his chest where he saw two small but firm pecs. He arms were ripped and vascular. His thin layer of bodyfat had melted away overnight leaving him with visible muscles and veins. 

“Man, I am impressed. With whatever diet you are doing, keep it up,” remarked Sokai.

 Dume and the nurse visited Amari’s home at about Noon the next day. Amari did not answer their knock but Dume had left the door unlocked. They found Amari still sleeping on his mat where Dume had left him the previous night. They shook him and Amari woke up.

 “I am sooo tired,” Amari said and he tried to sit up. As he did, pain wracked every muscle he used. 

“Wow!” he said and laid back down on his mat. “What happened to me?”

 “You had too much too drink last night and the two of you got into a fight and knocked each other out,” said the nurse. “Dume brought you home.” 

“I don’t remember any of that.” Amari responded. “You know that happens if you drink too much kamala,” answered the nurse. 

Amari was not interested in arguing with her. He wanted to focus on feeling better. “It hurts when I move,” he complained to her. “I feel like someone used every muscle in my body as a punching bag.”

 “Well, maybe someone did,” smiled Dume.

 Amari looked at Dume and noticed his hand was bandaged. “What happened to your hand?” 

“I don’t know” said Dume. “When I got home last night, it was swollen. Maybe I broke it in our fight. The witchdoctor said it looked broken so he bandaged it. I guess you will be the only one in the contest now.”

 Amari chuckled but even that hurt. The nurse told Dume she would get some soup for Amari and would bring the witchdoctor tomorrow to see him. So the nurse got Amari some food. After eating, Amari still felt tired and sore so the nurse encouraged him to sleep and Amari quickly feel asleep till the next day.

 “Can we still go to the gym now?” Akil asked Sokai remembering what Komoni had told him and he must begin an intense weightlifting program quickly. Sokai answered that he had to get back to work but that he could train Akil in the evening. Akil quickly agreed deciding he was famished and needed to eat first anyway.

 He said goodbye to Sokai and Akil left for the food gathering area where he ate like he never ate before. After his 7,000 calorie lunch, Akil returned to his hut and felt sleepy. His muscles were still very sore. He took a short nap. The food and the nap eased his muscle soreness significantly. When he woke, he left to meet Sokai at the public gym.

Sokai was a personal trainer at the warrior gym. He helped the warriors enhance and maintain their strength so Akil thought he would be the perfect person to train Akil to get stronger for the contest. Sokai thought Akil’s plans for the contest were silly as he was confident Amari would easily overpower him. . Sokai though felt a loyalty to Akil because of their friendship so he agreed he would try to help him. 

When Akil reached the gym, he felt energized. Sokai led Akil through an upper body workout. Akil was surprised at his own strength and Sokai was surprised at Akil’s stamina. Sokai kept giving Akil heavier weights and Akil keep lifting them as if he were getting stronger with every lift instead of fatiguing. Sokai worked Akil’s upper body muscles using a wide range of exercises. After about three hours, Sokai said he had enough, and they would have to stop for the night. Though disappointed, Akil understood and his stomach began to growl for food. Although Sokai recommended Akil rest tomorrow, Akil was not interested in that advice, and Sokai agreed to meet Akil in the morning for a lower body workout. Akil left for the food gathering hut where he ate voraciously and then went to bed for the night.

 During his sleep, Akil again had wild dreams along with terrible night sweats. His dreams were much more sexual due to the Amari’s power essesnce still working in his body. Amari’s HGH was also now kicking in developing and repairing Akil’s body.

 On the next day the nurse brought the witchdoctor to see Amari. Amari was still sleeping when they arrived but they were able to wake him. The doctor examined Amari. Amari indicated that the pain was less than yesterday. The witchdoctor told Amari he had an illness that would pass in a few days if he rested and he gave him a drink of a pain-easing brown brew made from several roots. The witchdoctor then departed and the nurse brought Amari more food which he ate readily. Amari then went back to bed to rest.

 The next day Akil woke up and was famished again. “I must have a tapeworm,” he thought to himself. He got up and went to the bathroom. He felt funny but not sick. He felt bloated or heavy like he was carry more weight or water. He was not sure which. He noticed his muscle soreness had returned. As he got to the bathroom, he looked in the small mirror stone he had. He could not believe it! His upper body had grown muscular! Sokai then knocked at the door and Akil let him in. 

“What is this?” laughed Sokai. “Man, you have real muscles now!”

 Akil and Sokai examined Akil’s now muscular upper body. They measured his biceps which had grown from 13 inches to now 16 inches, his chest had grown from 41 inches to 47 inches, his neck from 15 inches to 16. His pecs were full, rounded and thick and there was a clear channel between them. Sokai had to touch Akil’s pecs to convince himself they were really real. Akil’s front and side delts made his shoulders bulge. A third row of abs had now appeared. “Wow even your lats and rhomboids have grown,” said Sokai as he examined Akil’s back. Akil rubbed his hands over his new physique and he enjoyed touching his new large muscles, particularly his pecs.

 “This is really amazing!” said Sokai. “What magic is this?” he asked.

 “It is called hard work,” smiled Akil knowing it was much more than that. “Now let me get dressed and let’s work these legs! The contest is next week.”

 Not wanting to draw attention to his transformation, Akil covered his upper body with clothes and they left for the gym. There Sokai worked Akil’s lower body with squats, lunges, deadlifts, leg curls, and raises for almost three hours. Akil’s energy and endurance seemed endless. Although Sokai then left Akil after they had lunch, Akil decided to return to the gym and repeat the upper body workout they did yesterday even though he was still sore. By the end of the day, Akil was exhausted. After another large dinner, he went to bed and whispered “Now, grow,” just before he dozed off to sleep.

 His wild dreams continued. However, this night he dreamed of Dume. He dreamed of examining and touching Dume’s impressive body and feeling every rock hard muscle of the muscleman. He ordered Dume to flex various poses for him. He compared every inch of that god-like body to his own and was jealous. His night sweats continued during these dreams as Amari’s strength essence continued to work on him.

Akil slept late that day. When he awoke, he was again very hungry but he ignored that and examined his legs. Like his other muscles, they had grown. As he flexed his leg each quad danced to firmness. His quads had grown from 18 inches to 23 and his calves from 14 inches to 16.5. He covered his body as much as he could and went to satify his large appetite before going to the gym alone for another total body workout.

Akil followed this regimen for several days. Each day his strength grew tremendously and each muscle he worked grew larger though the gains each day were smaller than the day before. By the time of the contest, his weight had reached 198 pounds of striated muscle. He chest was 49 inches, his arms were 18, his quads were 25 inches and his calves were 17.5. His waist remained from the start at 31 inches. While he still was not as large as Dume or even Amari, he was certainly strong, benching far more than everyone else at the gym.

 By the fifth day, Amari was finally free of pain. He decided to go to the warrior’s gym to work on restoring his strength and preparing for the contest which was still a few days away. At the gym, he found his strength had decreased by about 40 percent on all his lifts. He began to worry and went to see the witchdoctor again. The witchdoctor advised that he was still weak from his illness but that his strength would return gradually if he continued to workout, eat right and get sleep. He also gave Amari a liquid extract from the creatine plant and told him to drink it each night and that it would help restore his strength. Amari followed the doctor’s advice and his strength improved a little each day.

 Next: The Contest
  2. Bicep108

    Streamer Donations

    (Inspired by a prompt in Fantasy and Story Ideas by Mixedbag) ..... “Hey, everyone! CaptainDiamond here again with yet another Minecraft stream. Today I’ll be continuing my work on the library tower, so take a seat, grab something to drink, and let’s get building!” A lone teen, who couldn’t be older than eighteen, sat comfortably in his gaming chair as he began his daily stream, wearing a pair of fashionable headphones. His room could be seen in the background; a normal bedroom that any kid would have, with personal decorations and items such as posters, school books or action figures. The room was dimly lit, though. That made it hard to really see the background in detail. The gamer himself, however, was perfectly illuminated by a lamp and his monitor. He was definitely still in high school. His dark hair was cut short, but several bangs fell down his forehead. “So, what we’re going to do next is finish building the roof. Let’s make sure we use the right bricks this time around. Last stream I messed up by picking the wrong blocks, which really doesn’t flatter the aesthetics. Totally not my fault, though. Blame the developers for making them so similar.” Said the young man. Several viewers were steadily popping in, eager to witness the project being completed. James had been working on it for over a week now. Most of the time he also explained several tips and tricks to the audience, carefully going over what to do if they wanted to build something similarly in the virtual world. Even now he went into a small lecture about utilizing his resources efficiently, and how to easily get more. Within minutes there were a hundred people watching the stream. CaptainDiamond was a small streaming channel for the most part, but James had put a lot of effort into gathering his own fanbase. All of that was beginning to pay off, apparently. “XXFireDemonXX asks: how do you come up with all of these designs?” Read James aloud as he glanced at the chat. “Honestly, it just takes some imagination. Try to picture the kind of building that you want to make inside your mind. What does it look; what is its function; how big do you want it to be? Work out as many details by brainstorming. Sometimes inspiration strikes you at random moments, so write those ideas down somewhere.” On the screen, his avatar jumped up and down, placing the right stone bricks on top of those that formed the fourth wall. Once he finished that one, he could finally move on to the ceiling and get closer to completion. The inner decorations would come afterward. He’d already gathered the majority of materials, but would need to find the others first. Maybe that would be for the next stream? James figured he should just wait and see. He kept answering more and more questions, speaking in a jovial and friendly manner. People often said he had a calm voice that was pleasant to listen to. Luckily, that helped him out during streams, since he doubted viewers would stay otherwise if they were forced to listen to a nasally, screechy voice. *Ding!* James’ eyes lit up. “Oh! Thank you, KobaldBlue, for donating one kilogram of muscle. Much appreciated!” His first muscle donation! Awesome! James felt a pleasant thrill as his body tingled, muscles aching in a non-painful manner. It almost felt like an invisible massage. Weird, but not unwelcome. He hoped he would quickly get used to it. Preferably by receiving more donations. Another viewer joined in by giving away the same amount of muscle. James thanked him without delay, and flashed a grateful smile at the camera. Looking down at the hem of his shirt, the young teenager noticed that his chest muscles were just the tiniest amount more defined. He’d only received two kilograms of muscle as of yet, but since he wasn’t all that big to begin with, the small gifts stood out on his shorter-than-average frame. “Hope you guys will keep enjoying the stream. Oh, and like always, I’m taking on viewer suggestions on what to build next in Minecraft. So leave your comments in the chat and I’ll look over them later.” Body donations were a relatively new feature in the world of streaming. In fact, the technology to carry out such a transfer had been installed only a few days ago, which is why James hadn’t used it before. There was still a user agreement that you had to – kind of, but not really – read beforehand. People could essentially donate body features rather than actual money nowadays. The invention was definitely groundbreaking; almost every streamer had turned on the transfer system to try it out. To put it simply, a viewer could choose what and how much of it to donate to a streamer. And the selection was quite diverse, too. The most prominent attribute to donate was muscle. A person could give away a specific amount of muscle mass – along with the natural strength that came with it – to anyone they wished to be on the receiving end. But there was also height! Which meant that short people could become taller, or skinny runts could gain muscle without working out for it. There were two more features that could be donated. However, they were for adult audiences only, meaning that James was barred from enabling those donations. He’d been surprised to hear that dick and breast size, for males and females respectively, could also be transferred. It certainly sounded interesting. Yet James wasn’t bothered with those. Honestly, his focus lied on muscle and height. He’d often wondered what it’s like to be buff and tall. And he got his wish quickly. Because not a minute later, someone else also made a donation. “Unicorn_Lives_Matter, thank you so much for the five-kilogram donation! You’re the best!” This time, the transformation was more noticeable. James’ arms quickly toned up, as his triceps and biceps became defined with sinewy strength. The donation was equally distributed all over his body. His shoulders grew a tad wider, followed by his delts toughening up. James enjoyed the way his body felt stronger while growing bigger. His shorts were no longer as baggy, either. Both of his thighs became thicker; not to the point of being all that muscular, but definitely firmer than your average teenage boy’s legs. James’ calves did swell considerably larger, though. People were donating more freely once several others already made donations of their own. It was like a domino effect. James grew several kilograms larger in the span of several minutes. His shirt tightened around his upper body, and the sleeves hugged his athletic arms. The gamer sported firm, shapely biceps now. They were the size of small baseballs. Considering his arms used to be rather thin, the transformation was all too apparent. Underneath the shirt, four blocks of sinew had formed to protect his tummy. Every laugh that escaped James’ mouth caused them to harden in response. He tried not to focus too much on his changing physique, though. This was fun and all, but the purpose of the stream was to have a good time with his chat by playing games, not to steal their muscles. He could always check himself out later that evening. However, his attention inevitably shifted to the donation system several times. It was simply unavoidable; not only did he have to thank the viewers for their generosity, but the weird yet funny sensation of his muscles growing instantaneously distracted the teenager. James shuffled in his seat. He essentially could feel the tendons and fibers undergoing a metamorphosis. And of course, there was no controlling the chat. “Whoa! Dozu88, thank you for the ten kilograms!” Said James loudly, thoroughly surprised by the amount of muscle that would be transferred to him. “That’s insane, dude. I hope you can spare all of that weight.” The wave of growth that struck him soon after was predictably intense. One or two kilograms of muscle didn’t make for a big difference when given sporadically. This was different. James soaked up a whopping ten kilograms of pure, solid muscle that went to his whole frame. James’ camera easily caught his chest inflating rapidly, pecs pushing outward and shoulders going sideways. Lines of separation appeared on his delts like small ravines. Similarly, the streamer’s arms became more defined, and his triceps quickly turned into cable-like cords of sturdy muscle. They rippled as he typed on the keyboard. His biceps went beyond baseball size, and actually gained some serious mass. They were on the cusp of attaining bodybuilder status. The increasing definition of his build was not limited to his upper body, though. Underneath the desk, his quadriceps began to display impressive striations. The muscles bulged as they grew larger, becoming denser in the process. The anonymous viewer’s gift was steadily turning James into one of the buffest boys in school. Only the jocks came close to his new physique. James couldn’t help but release a soft moan; feeling his glutes swell bigger was a sensation that he wouldn’t forget any time soon. Speaking of which, his shorts were really starting to strain around his expanded lower half. James sighed. “Whew! What a rush. I’m telling you guys: this new system is really something. Feels like I just did a bunch of workouts without getting tired.” It didn’t stop there – of course. The chat was having a great time watching him grow in return. Honestly, a few of these people were clearly here to see his muscles get bigger, but James figured he shouldn’t stress the details. Others also gave away their own strength, but they were all donating a single kilogram. Thus there was no rush like before. Nevertheless, James’ body was nothing to scoff at by now. His clothes, which suited him fine half an hour ago, were clinging ridiculously tightly to his ripped muscles. The outline of his pectorals was as clear as day. Two slabs of young beef jutting out from his chest, with a small line in between each pec. Even his burgeoning six-pack could be seen through the thin layer of clothing. Then there were his sleeves, which were downright uncomfortable. They seemingly tried to strangle his arms to death. James could hear the fabric straining whenever he moved his arms. This wouldn’t last much longer. “What it feels like to grow? Honestly, I’m not sure. There aren’t really any words that can describe it. The growth doesn’t feel bad, though.” James said, in response to a question in the chat. His eyes trailed the long list of comments. “Flex my biceps? No way! I don’t think my sleeves will survive. It already feels like I’m being hugged by a boa constrictor. Donate more so that my sleeves will be ruined anyway? Now hang on–“ But it was too late. The viewer and his compatriots were one step ahead, each giving away a fraction of their physiques. James already knew what was going to happen as another growth spurt occurred. The total amount of muscle mass handed over to the teen was average in comparison to the big donation form earlier, but seeing as his shirt was already on the brink of annihilation, that didn’t matter; it was more than enough. He involuntarily flexed his growing biceps and triceps, causing the burgeoning sinews to tear through the fabric of his clothes. Threads were undone by the solid, hard muscle. Several rips appeared all over the length of his upper arms. Naked flesh became exposed. James sighed. Oh, whatever. It was too late anyway. The young man committed to the flex as he posed both of his arms. This time, the sleeves practically exploded like confetti. Biceps the size of oranges popped up while his forearms thickened by a fair margin. His upper muscles looked incredible. These were the gains you’d expect from an amateur bodybuilder, not a eighteen-years-old gamer who streamed every day. It wasn’t just size that mattered, though. James’ arms were amazingly defined, and showed great detail in how his biceps and triceps were seemingly carved from marble. Even his veins were visible. Of course, the growth also affected the rest of his body. His calves and thighs once again expanded, conquering more territory as they grew larger. James’ socks tightened around the hard, firm beef. One could say they looked as if they’d been painted onto his calf muscles. Underneath his pants, James felt his underwear shift uncomfortably due to how round his glutes were becoming. He let out a deep breath, which made the recently grown pectorals on his chest jut out another inch. A small tear in the hem of his shirt showcased the small crevice that had formed in between the slabs of manly meat. All those additional kilograms had propelled him into bodybuilder territory! Predictably, the chat went wild. “You guys are real pranksters, you know that?” Said James wryly, diving back into the game.
  3. BrandedX2

    Tuck Wants a Loan

    by Brandedx2 (Like this story? Find more tales of huge guys getting taken down a peg at my tumblr and if you have a custom tale you want me to spin up for you, let me know! I do commissions.) People could tell, Rob knew. He had clients to train, he still had a workout to get in himself (if it even mattered, now), so he was stuck there at Global Gym. He had a reputation at Global as the biggest bodybuilder in a gym full of heavy competitors. He was also known as one of the most approachable guys in the gym, imposing in stature but by all means a gentle giant. He had a number of fans in the gym’s clientele, as well as the gym’s owner Clem and his idolizing son Terry. Everybody cheered when he got his pro card the previous year, all in agreement that there wasn’t a more deserving athlete around. Rob was used to having all eyes on him. But after what Tuck had done to him that day, those eyes made his veins cold. Between clients Rob eyed the scale outside the locker room. He’d been avoiding it all day, terrified of what it was going to tell him. He tried to let his eyes, the way his body felt, be enough, but he had to know. He hopped on the scale and looked down: 240. That morning, when he’d weighed himself after getting out of bed, he’d been 284. He’d walked in the gym that size. And then, standing in the locker room, he heard the shrill laugh of his least favorite “client” and turned around to see skinny, tattooed little Tuck in his usual tight wife-beater and cargo shorts, cracking his knuckles and looking Rob up and down with a look that always made the big bodybuilder shiver. “…just a little bit?” Rob said, side-eyeing Tuck, wishing he could get away from the little guy who was inching closer to him. “…just for a little while?” “Big fella!” Tuck said with a laugh. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you didn’t like having me around. Yeah just a little, yeah just for a little bit.” Rob looked around quickly to make sure no one was around when it happened (Tuck probably didn’t even care—he didn’t care about much) and then Tuck, wiggling his fingers wildly, reached out and poked him. He felt a sudden chill, and just like that, the size drained right out of Rob and into Tuck (forty-four pounds, he would find out later). His shorts fell to the ground and his tank top hung down like a dress without the rest of his bulk to fill it out. By all accounts he was still a big man, but nowhere near the massive size he’d been a moment before. Tuck looked like a heavy-weight prize fighter with all of the extra mass, and he’d even got taller. He shadow-boxed a bit, flexed his new muscles while Rob sadly examined his own diminished form. Tuck gave him a shove (he stumbled forward, not expecting the sudden force and his own lack of mass) and then took off. Rob had clothes he kept in the bottom of his gym bag for the times that Tuck “borrowed” from him; they were his old workout clothes from several years before, back before he’d gained the mass that made him a terror to the superheavyweights onstage. He remembered being that size and feeling big, but going back to it was too much. What was worse, the smaller shorts and t-shirt still looked baggy on him. Rob was used to stretching XXXLs to the limit, and he couldn’t even fill out an XL. Tuck had taken more that day than ever before. There was nothing Rob could do to fight it. Tuck had all the power. He had to play nice and wait until Tuck was done playing around with his mass, until he decided to give it back. That feeling of weakness was almost too much for Rob to bear. “What’s up big man?” said Leon, a big powerlifter and Rob’s occasional lifting partner, taking a break from his heavy squats. Leon used to say Rob was the only guy big enough to spot him. Rob nodded back as they passed each other, terribly aware of the difference in their sizes. Rob hadn’t felt that small next to somebody in awhile. Later on his client Carlos turned to him during posing practice, while holding a front double bi, and smirked in his direction. “Hey, Big Rob, my guns are looking big as yours, no?” Carlos took a step toward him to compare. Rob backed away and swatted at him. “In your dreams, buddy,” he said. “You’re good. Hit the locker room.” Meanwhile across the gym, Tuck was curling a loaded barbell with sloppy form, showing off for a few spandex-clad ladies doing lunges nearby. Girls had always been the core of Tuck’s objectives in stealing size from him, Rob noticed. At the end of the day, Rob paced around the locker room, a little panicked. He hadn’t seen Tuck in a couple of hours, and after searching the entire gym Rob couldn’t find him. “Oh, hey Rob,” Clem said, walking through the gym about to lock up. “I didn’t know you were still here. I can leave you the keys if you still want to work out.” Rob felt a pit in his stomach. What if Tuck took off this time? It would take years to build all that size back, if Tuck’s power even allowed that possibility. “Uh… Thanks, Clem, I think I’m gonna hang out here for a bit if you don’t mind.” Clem smiled and tossed Rob the keys. “You in a heavy cut phase or something?” Clem said, looking him up and down. “You look like you dropped some pounds.” “I’ll be bulked back up again soon enough,” Rob said, praying that was the truth. Tuck strode in with a loose swagger over an hour later. Rob would’ve knocked the kid out if he wasn’t so terrified of the kid. “Sorry, Bobby,” Tuck said, scratching his crotch. “I was plowing this chick out in the parking lot just now. She could not get enough of this!” he said, gesturing to his physique. “Oh, man, what’d you think I wasn’t coming back? Bobby, you wound me, buddy. You really wound me.” Rob shrugged and feigned a smile. “Naw, I knew you were coming back.” “I suppose you want to go back to normal,” Tuck said. Rob bit his lip and clenched his fists. “Man, you are such a big baby sometimes, Bobby. You’re lucky I love you.” Then he flicked Rob right in the forehead. Rob’s mass returned in an instant, and he felt a sudden pain all over as he burst through his clothes. They fell to tatters and Rob stood there, massive and naked, his posture finally relaxing after a brutal day. Tuck burst into riotous laughter at the sight of the giant man exploding out of his clothes. “Bobby, you are ridiculous, buddy!” said Tuck, once again five feet and a hundred pounds. He walked out of the locker room and Rob patted himself down, thankful to be himself again. That was all Rob heard of Tuck for awhile. Usually he could count on a visit from Tuck every month, whenever the little guy was itching for girls at the gym, but several months passed and Rob was relieved to find that Tuck didn’t come around. His career started turning up, as well: he got a huge sponsorship deal, a photoshoot with Flex magazine, and Clem asked him to be the face of Global gym. The first day it was unveiled, Rob looked humbly at the larger-than-life size poster of himself, twenty-feet tall, outside Global gym. He couldn’t believe where his hard work had taken him, and he couldn’t have asked for a better place to do work. Terry, Clem’s beefy son, greeted Rob at the door. “Your picture looks awesome!” Terry said with stars in his eyes. “Thanks Terry,” Rob said warmly. “One of these days you’re gonna be up there.” “There’s Big Hollywood!” Leon said and punched him in the shoulder. All eyes in the gym were on Rob. He couldn’t feel prouder, until he walked into the locker room and saw Tuck standing there. “Bobby! You’re a big deal now, aren’t ya!” Tuck said, arms crossed, a sly grin on his face. “Aw, Bobby, you always clench up when you see me. If I didn’t know better I’d think you weren’t happy to have me around!” Rob looked around quickly to make sure the locker room was clear. “Uh… Tuck, I… what do you… doing?” Tuck smiled. “Relax, big Bobby.” He pulled out a wad of cash. “This time we’re gonna train. Regular. Big man teaches little guy how to lift weights. Deal?” He extended a hand. Rob, relieved, shook it. “Finally want to start adding some mass of your own, huh?” Tuck handed over the cash. “Look, Tuck, if you’re really serious, I can take over your diet, your supplementation… Hell, I can get you juice if you want it. Just say the word, buddy.” Tuck started stripping out of his clothes, stood there naked, a little awkwardly close to Rob. “See, thing is, Bobby, there’s this chick out there right now who will blow your MIND. Huge tits, ass like heaven, body that looks like it was built to fuck… Man, she’s got me DROOLING, Bobby, but she’s only into massive guys. Like big giant freaks your size.” Rob grinned as he put his gym bag in the locker. “Don’t worry, Tuck. I won’t steal her from you.” Tuck, still naked, bounced his eyebrows. “Oh, I’m not worried about that one bit, big Bobby.” Then he grabbed a handful of Rob’s big back. It hit Rob hard this time, like needles everywhere. His body compressed so fast everything was a blur, and he found himself stumbling around, his arms and legs suddenly tangled up. His head ached for a moment, and he felt like he was going to throw up… then the vertigo passed and he looked around, shocked at how much bigger the locker room had gotten. His tank top and compression tights were tented around him, and as he stood he watched his whole body slide through the neck hole. His body—that couldn’t be his body! Still tan, but tiny all over, a size he’d never been even in adolescence: shoulders, arms, legs, chest, all so narrow and bony. Even his dick was tiny now, and he put one tiny hand down to block it. He felt exhausted, and like he was moving in slow motion. Then he noticed the huge shadow cast over him. “Fuck YEAH!” roared a low, bovine voice. The sudden eruption scared Rob so much he tumbled over, his little heart pounding rapidly at the sight before him: Tuck was ENORMOUS, every part of him bloated with massive muscle, skill covered in tattoos which made the presentation all the more intimidating. Tuck aggressively hit a crab shot and grinned at the mirror—Rob had never seen anybody so big! Terrified, he scrambled backwards, eager to get away from the giant man stomping and flexing and growling. “Where do you think you’re going?” Tuck said, tossing his old wife-beater and shorts at Rob. “You agreed to a training session. Only it’s gonna be me showing YOU how to move weights, little man! Get dressed little guy. I’m gonna borrow your old clothes—seeing as you couldn’t use them for anything but a circus tent!” Tuck gave his now-massive cock a swing. “Hopefully I can fit all this in there,” he laughed as he pulled on Rob’s clothes, which fit like skin. “Let’s go little guy.” Rob felt like he was going to be sick as he walked out on the floor. He had to take two steps just to keep up with giant Tuck’s long stride. All eyes were on them—or rather, they were on the massive tattooed beast Tuck had become. Rob was shaking. He was terrified that someone would recognize him, but as he walked out, he realized nobody was even looking at him. That was almost worse. “Grab some dumbbells, little man,” Tuck barked. “Time to do some curls.” He crossed his arms and smirked down his chest at Rob. Rob headed over to the weight rack—how much would he be able to lift? He looked toward the smaller weights. He reached for the 20s, but a young guy—a guy who had asked for Rob’s autograph and some lifting advice the day before—elbowed him out of the way and grabbed them himself. Rob grabbed the 15s and walked over to Tuck, who tilted his chin at him. “What are you waiting for? Curl!” Tuck growled. Rob strained. He couldn’t believe he could get his arms to bend. “I… I can’t…” he said quietly, shocked at how soft and high-pitched his voice was now. Tuck laughed and slapped his knee. “Are you serious? You can’t even curl those?” He walked over and grabbed some 80s. “Lemme show how to curl, little guy!” His form was sloppy but his massive physique still impressed everybody around. Tuck winked at a blonde fitness model nearby. Her name was Catherine, Rob knew; she did only go for monsters. She’d been flirting with him a lot that week, and he’d thought about giving her his number. “Go get some water,” Tuck said, racking his dumbbells and heading over to Catherine. Rob was stunned by the height of the water fountain, which was now at about eye-level to him. He stood on his tiptoes to reach it, barely getting water in his mouth. He turned around and ran into what felt like a brick wall—it was Leon, who looked GIGANTIC to Rob now. “Watch where you’re going,” Leon said politely, yanking little Rob to his feet with one hand. Rob glanced across the weight room and saw beastly Tuck, now making his pecs dance while he chatted with Catherine. He had a little time, he figured, so he quickly headed to the locker room. His gym bag felt massive to him as he fished it out of his locker—it was bigger than he was now! He had to text his clients and reschedule before they showed up. As he struggled with the zippers, he felt a hand on his shoulder. “That doesn’t belong to you, sir!” A strong hand yanked little Rob away from the bag, and another yanked the bag away from him. It was Terry, who was now twice the size of Rob. Terry gave little Rob a shove. “Theft is grounds for termination of membership.” “I-I wasn’t stealing!” Rob pleaded. “I was just… I thought it was mine.” “What’s your membership number?” Terry asked with an eyebrow raised. “0-1-6-1-1,” Rob blurted out, suddenly realizing Terry had no doubt memorized his number. “Uh-uh,” Terry said, grabbing Rob forcefully. “You’re outta here.” Rob begged him to stop, told him he could explain (even though he had no idea what he would say) but still Terry very easily dragged little Rob to the door while everyone in the gym stared at the scene. “My coach!” Rob begged, pointing at Tuck, who was too wrapped up in Catherine’s admiration of his giant body to notice. “He’ll explain!” “Nope,” said Terry, shoving Rob hard. “Beat it, or I’m calling the cops, reporting you for theft and trespassing.” Flat on his back outside Global Gym, Rob stared up at the giant image of himself at full-size and burst into tears. It was too much. He looked up and saw Terry on the phone inside and quickly pulled himself to his feet and walked to his car. He tried the locked doors, realizing that his keys were inside, in a bag that belonged to someone he didn’t look like anymore. He walked around to the opposite side of the car and crouched down as it began to rain. Everything would be fine, he told himself—as soon as Tuck set things back to normal, everything would be fine. Hours later he saw Tuck strutting from the gym, holding Catherine’s hand. Rob stood up and sprinted for the two—but they were on Tuck’s crotch rocket before he could get there. Tuck sped away, never even acknowledging little Rob, stood there in shock, wondering if he was ever going to see Tuck again.
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