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Arthur Thorn Part Five

by F_R_Eaky

 

Part One: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/10588-arthur-thorn-part-one-by-f_r_eaky/

Part Two: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/10601-arthur-thorn-part-two-by-f_r_eaky/

Part Three: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/11207-arthur-thorn-part-three-by-f_r_eaky/

Part Four: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/11266-arthur-thorn-part-four-by-f_r_eaky/

 

 

It had been a very pensive couple of months.  Arthur's psychiatrist had scheduled a meeting with Arthur Thorn, his boyfriend, David Hamm, and his and David's personal trainer, Ian Francis, with himself and a Dr. Sambaran Barua, but when originally scheduled it was going to take Dr. Barua a couple of months to be able to have a clear schedule and fly out there.  Dr. Orlando stated in the meantime that Arthur was not to go workout at the gym so as to eliminate any possibility of running into former Mr. Olympia, Gerogio "The Bull" Toro. But that left things edgy for Arthur and David.

 

Two months ago Gerogio set Arthur off and set off two of some kind of freak growth spurts that had taken him from a skinny man of five feet four inches tall to a considerable man of size: six feet four and with at least a personal trainer's build if not a little bit bulkier.  Coming out the growth, Arthur was filled with rage, which lessened into a forceful and boldened passion, upon which he took the position of top upon his lover, David.  Arthur was somewhat mortified as he came out of his growth stupor to see he had become the top in the activities, as well as the fact that he now had to get used to being a man of considerable size, equal in height and size, if not slightly larger, than his boyfriend, David.  David had to contend with emotional feelings of worry, fear, and concern over what was happening to Arthur, but then suddenly had to deal with feelings of doubt, diminishing masculinity, being a submissive during sex, and insecurity of his own size and strength, and worse yet, that his lover was also more hung than he was, and that wasn't a small feat.  Needless to say tension hung in the air around Arthur and David's house and if it was any thicker, it would pliable like the substance that Arthur oozed during his last two growth spurts.

 

It didn't help when small things went awry, such as when the doorbell rang and David went to let Doctors Orlando and Barua in, Arthur rushed to put one of his favorite, most comfortable t-shirts on only to shred it completely.  He was having to borrow clothes from David left and right and although it turned him on a little, it also scared him a bit.  It also unnerved David as well.  Having quickly found a shirt of David's to wear, Arthur came into the living room and joined David, the doctors, and Ian, and they all sat down.

 

"Right." Said Dr. Orlando.  "I'm going to tell you up front that this is going to sound like we're crackpots.  You're probably going to want us to leave, but believe me, this is real and a very serious problem."

 

"With what I've seen so far, I'm not so sure I like the sound of this." whispered David as he looked painfully worried over to Arthur.

 

"I'm going to let Dr. Barua take over from here."

 

"I'm sorry," interrupted Arthur, is he a specialist of some sort?"

 

"Yes, I am, but not a specialist in psychiatry."

 

"Of what then?"

 

"Hindu religion and philosophy."

 

"What does that..."

 

"If you will sit back and listen for just a moment.  Have you heard of the concept of reincarnation?"

 

"Yes, but I've never believed in it."

 

"Well, if you value your life, you're going to have to believe in it now... ... ... and respect it."

 

"What?!" spoke Arthur, David, and Ian out loud.

 

Dr. Orlando spoke up.  "Arthur.  I know this going to sound totally crazy but I want you to consider the following." and he pulled out photocopies of newspaper articles and laid them out for Arthur to see.

 

"This is Miles Ashe, known as "mile-wide" to his friends, admirers, and fans.  He was the reigning Mr. Olympia before Gerogio was.  In fact, Miles was set to probably break the record for number of times being Mr. Olympia.  Look at his physique.  He had size, he had density, he had definition, he had symmetry, he had it all, and may I say unprofessionally, from the look of him in his posers, he had an...endowment, shall we say.

 

"Now pay attention.  A couple of months before he was going to compete in his seventh Mr. Olympia contest, he was driving down a road with a dangerous hair pin turn.  Something happened to him, or rather to his car, and he went careening off the road.  They discovered his burnt body in the remains of the car.  He was pinned into it by the engine.  The tree he collided with had pushed the entire thing up and back right onto his lap. ..."

 

"That's like my dream..." whispered Arthur.

 

"Yes.  Like your dream.  The item you can't  seem to lift.  I want you to also take note that in your nightmares you've said something about being 'a mile wide.'  It's quite possible you have been trying to remember who you were by your past life nick-name, but it didn't quite make sense to you so your subconscious has made you say you are a mile-wide instead of simply being Mile-wide."

 

"Oh come on!" Shouted David.  "What kind of hocus-pocus mumbo jumbo are you trying to stuff down our throats?"

 

"It's not mumbo-jumbo" said Dr. Barua.  "It is very rare when a case of reincarnation is remembered so vividly or produces effects to occur to the new present body, but it can and does happen.  Arthur, look at the date of the accident. ... ... ..."

 

"That's.... .....that's the date of my birth."

 

"And your near death experience, as well as interest in visiting a Hindu temple was around your last birthday was it not?"

 

"Yes."

 

"We believe you feel incomplete with your past life.  As though it was snatched from you way too soon. ... ...."

 

"Like something was stolen from me."

 

"Exactly.  As such, it's unfinished business.  Unsettled business, and you want to, need to take care of it, resolve it now."

 

David looked over. "And how is he going to do that?"

 

"I'm not exactly sure, just yet.  We know Mr. Toro triggers the feeling that Arthur's life as Miles was cut short, but we need to answer the question, why does he feel like Mr. Toro stole it from him?"

 

Arthur spoke up. "The other day, when I had the growth spurt that turned me into...."

 

"Arthur 3.0..."  David said with a bit of shyness and yet a little bit of humor.

 

"Yeah, into this...before hand, what set me off was that he attacked me.  I went into a rage and was arguing with him and it just came out suddenly but without the 'a', 'I am mile wide.'  He stopped his beating me.  I mean he just froze and looked at me like he'd seen a ghost.  He totally forgot me, walked out of the gym like he was worried. It was as if he had to go check something."

"Then there must be something as to why he is the trigger." said Dr. Barua.

 

"But what is it that is happening when this gets triggered?  What is going on with me?"

 

"You are exuding ectoplasm.  A kind of solid, flowing material from the spiritual plane.  Normally it only comes and helps ghosts, phantoms, to temporarily assume a recognizable form, but in your case... ... ... You feel so wronged by whatever it was that was stolen from you, you're using the ectoplasm to add mass and change your body."

 

"Then I should be done now, shouldn't I?  I mean I'm already I'm already his size aren't I?"

 

"Not quite." said Dr. Orlando.  "You're still an inch shorter, your shoulders not counting the muscle aren't quite as wide as his, and you have nowhere near the muscle mass, size, strength."

 

"But he certainly is packing like Miles was." said David under his breath.

 

"So what is going to happen to me?  How much more will I change?"

 

"We're not sure.  You could not change anymore.  You could change more so to look similar to what Miles Ashe did.  You could still feel threatened or wanting of revenge and load up even more, bigger, if possible than what Miles was."

 

"Even bigger?"  gasped Arthur and David together albeit with different tones.

 

"But the worse problem is the psychological aspect.  You can't and shouldn't pull too much of the memories through.  You'd simply be reliving your past and be unable to feel and function in the present, or you could put yourself in a loop feeling the accident over and over, which could cause the same physical damage to you in this life time again and again until...."

 

"Until what?"

 

"Until you die. ... ... ... Either due to mental or emotional stress or the physical damage."

 

"David..."

 

Arthur turned to David, who although pondering the fact of a lover that's larger than him, still pulled Arthur into him and hugged him for support.

 

Ian suddenly sat forward. "So the key here is to figure out what was stolen from Arthur...uhm... Miles, and why Mr. Toro is the trigger for Arthur remembering that part of Miles' life?"

 

"Exactly."

 

"I think I can help out with that.  I'm one of the reporters for a local fitness magazine.  I could arrange an interview with Mr. Toro and see if any information turns up."

 

"All right, but be careful.  Even in  the decent shape you're in, he's still quite a bit bigger than you are."

 

"No worries...."

 

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It was mid-afternoon when Ian was escorted by personal assistant to Gerogio Toro's home office.  The assistant looked to be a man of considerable size himself, but certainly would still be in just the fitness category and not heavyweight contenders.  Seated in a chair at the desk across from which Mr. Toro was sitting, Ian saw Mr. Toro give him the one finger sign for "just a moment" as he finished reading through some reports.

 

Even clothed Mr. Toro was quite the marvel of a man.  The dress shirt didn't bunch in the usual places it does on most men.  No, instead the wrinkles are all condensed and shoved together in folds and layers at the elbow crook, the underarms instead of loose and wide all up and down the arm and torso.  The shirt was tailor made for him, probably a couple of years ago as the fabric did pull quite tightly across his chest, enough so as to pull the two fabric sides apart just a titch in between where the buttons held them together.  The torso part of the shirt was pulled taught and tight against his chest, his lats, back, and shoulders.  As Ian sat there waiting, watching Mr. Toro breathe, he almost swore he could here microscopic sounds of microscopic rips happening in the fabric and that at any moment some part of the shirt would instantly just tear completely from the back, or the chest, or from wrist to deltoid, showering him with buttons or strips, if not threads, of fabric.  But that didn't happen.  Instead Ian just watched every time Mr. Toro moved his arms and the ball that was the bicep rose up and down or seemed to roll back and forth, increasing in mass and size as it flexed.  Ian wondered what the man's abs or roid gut looked like under the shirt that surprisingly was still quite loose and wrinkled hanging around it.

 

Ian then shifted his gaze towards a modern styled curio cabinet in the corner of the room.  It was gilded in gold with glass shelves and a mirrored backdrop.  Inside of it, it held several large golden medallions each of them resting against a statuette of Eugen Sandow.  But at the bottom, there was another statuette.  This one looked like a gilded wrench of some sort.

 

"They are impressive, aren't they?"

 

"ahem...yes." Said Ian his attention brought back to focus.  "And so is the build and career of the person that earned them."

 

"Thank you.  So Mr. ?....."

 

"Francis."

 

"Mr. Francis, you work for who again?"

 

"In this case I work for 'Flex & Fitness Monthly' a local health magazine."

 

"You... .... you also work for that gym.  The one I've recently started attending."

 

"I know the owners there, and I frequently take my clients there to train and workout, but I'm not actually an employee there."

 

"And you train that one annoying young man... "

 

"If you mean Arthur Thorn, yes I do, and I am sorry for his behavior.  I'm trying to ensure that his workout schedule no longer coincides with yours."

 

"I see....  so what brings you here today?"

 

"Just an interview for my magazine.  Find out how you are since retiring, what inspired you for all those wins, why the move to our fair city...."

 

Thus began a decent line of questioning which Mr. Toro seemed all to happy to answer:  He's fine, still maintaining most of his shape since retiring although adding a little to his waistline.  He's thinking of opening a new branch of his  gymnasiums in this area and is scoping out the potential clientele as well as locations.  He favorite thing to eat is a chicken salad lettuce wrapped sandwich which contains tarragon and cherry flavored dried cranberries and thinly sliced celery, unless it's a special occasion then he enjoys a grand T-bone streak with numerous baked potatoes covered in everything it shouldn't be.  What inspired him was his appreciation of classical Greco-Roman art work and how there was one statue dedicated to the god, Kratos a god of strength and power whose face looked almost exactly like his.  He knew as he grew up, seeing that statue, that if he worked at it he could build himself larger and stronger than that example ever was and thus as close as he could actually be, be godlike like Kratos himself.  He would be the marble statue with larger bulges and deeper crevices, harder and more defined body, that people would look up to and worship.

"And what about that other award?"

 

"As yes... that is my other inspiration.  One of my other passions is cars and this was for my design in a hot rod I built.  After I won that, I knew I could go on to win other things in other parts of my life.  It was the first first place trophy I ever won.  I put it there in the front to remind me that once I'd taken care of it, nothing could stop me from achieving my goal."

 

"And was your goal to be one of the top three or four men in Mr. Olympia?  That is to be one of those who won it so many consecutive times?"

 

"Not to win all in a straight row, no.  Not at first.  At first it was just to break in and win at some level, but I knew I would place high.  There wasn't much competition."

 

"How about Miles Ashe.  Was he competition?"

 

"What?"

 

"Well, Miles entered into the competitive bodybuilding scene around the same time as you, winning what was it?..... five or six times before you did?"

 

"Six. Yes.... that is correct."

 

"And then suddenly he dropped out."

 

"It was an unfortunate accident!"

 

"I'm sorry?"

 

"No... I'm sorry.  That was too large of an outburst.  It still strikes me deeply to think on his loss.  He died you know... in a car crash.  He was truly my only competition."

 

"Ah.... what are your thoughts on the two of you competing?  Do you think you ever would have toppled him?"

 

"what...."

 

"Well, I mean he beat you out each time for his wins did he not?  So if he hadn't died, do you think you would've have eventually topped him?  Defeat him in all areas of size, mass, strength, symmetry that he was so well known for?"

 

"It was my time...I would've risen over him even if he was still alive.  I would've won when I won the first time."

 

Gerogio Toro was clearly become agitated.  He kept dart glancing over to the curio cabinet.  At first Ian thought it was just to the entire collection, but then he realized Mr. Toro kept looking at the car award.

 

"And what do you say to all the writers for Flex, Muscular Development, Muscle & Fitness who kept comparing you to old photos of Miles stating you still weren't up to par?"

 

"He put you up to this didn't he?"

 

"I'm sorry?"

 

"You're actually working for that little piece of shit you train, aren't you?"

 

"No.  Just asking various questions our readers might want to know ab...."

 

"This interview is over, you muscle munchkin!"

 

"I'm sorry if I said anything..."

 

"GET OUT!"

 

Ian ran out of the office and front door as fast as his little legs could carry him.  Luckily he had a trainers build so there was some strength there to give him some speed.  He didn't stop running until he got to the subway to head to Arthur and David's home, but first a stop to see Dr. Orlando.

 

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"So, Mr. Francis what are you telling me."

 

"I think I know why Mr. Toro triggers these... those.... the episodes with Arthur, and he's not just the trigger, he's the guy who stole the something from Miles-Arthur."

 

"Go on..."

 

"He has among his bodybuilding trophies, right up there with his Mr. Olympia wins, what looks like to be an award for an auto show.  He told me he received it for some kind of work on a hot rod he built.  Now, I'm a car aficionado as well, and I have never seen an auto award or trophy like that.  Not only that but there are several things that are odd about it.  First his eyes seem to light up more over it than his Sandow trophies for Mr. Olympia.  Second he told me, and I quote, ' After I won that, I knew I could go on to win other things in other parts of my life.  It was the first first place trophy I ever won.  I put it there in the front to remind me that once I'd taken care of it, nothing could stop me from achieving my goal.'  Now add to that number three, it is the oddest looking car trophy I've seen.  It's not a golden car, or steering wheel, or planner's compass, it's a tool and specifically a tube cutter tool the kind of tool one uses..."

 

"To cut brake lines with.  My god.... he couldn't defeat Miles.  He knew he would never defeat Miles.  The only way he could do it..."

 

"Was to get rid of him.  Mr. Toro not only took the title of Mr. Olympia away from Miles, because he was no longer there, he took Miles' place.  He stole Miles Ashe's life from him by cutting the brake line on his car."

 

"Does Mr. Toro realize you figured this out?"

 

"I don't know, but when I began to ask him about how folks still compared him and Miles, he became very angry and agitated.  He started glancing back over at the 'car trophy' as if he were worried or guilty.  Then he screamed at me the interview was over and started to chase me out of his office and home."

 

"We've got to figure out what to do.  If this is what Miles needs to sort out in order for Arthur to go back to a normal life.... it may never happen.  Even if we could have traced samples of brake fluid from Miles' car to that tool, it would have been destroyed during the gilding process.  We'd have nowhere to turn to go for clues.  This would never be solvable.  It will always be listed as an accident.  Miles-Arthur will never get any peace."

 

Ian and Dr. Orlando just stood there for a moment in silence unsure of what would happen to Arthur.

 

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It was going on midnight.  Ian had scheduled Arthur's training sessions just after the gym closed at ten in order to ensure that Arthur and Gerogio wouldn't cross paths.  Arthur was on the last of a large repped workout with Ian counting out the reps, although Ian sometimes had a hard time focusing and keeping concentrated as he couldn't believe this large, hunky man was his client Arthur.

 

"....eighty-four.......eighty fiiiiiiiive...."

 

The bar bell slammed into the rack.

 

"Auuuuugh...man.... I..... I jus...... I just couldn't do any more...."

 

"That's okay.  You've figured out what your max rep is on that exercise.  Once anyone has done that, the idea is you have to work your way up to where one-hundred reps is relatively easy for you to do.  That is one killer kind of workout to do for strength or mass.  Why go so extreme?"

 

"I.... .... I just feel the need.....to.....you know?"

 

"No, I don't."

 

"I just feel I need to every once in a while really push myself.  I'm not going to do it the whole year, but maybe on bulk up times.  Something..... hooo...... you know..... to really amp my training with..... inject.....some power..... POWER! .... into it."

 

"Well, just don't overstrain or you not only will not gain any size, or strength, or ...ha ha pow-er, GRRRRRR!  But you'll lose size and strength as well.  And what was with that grip?"

 

"I don't know.... for some reason I just started doing it that way."

 

"Well... after that kind of work out YOU need to go relax everything.  You need to do a thorough cool down. First in the sauna for ten to fifteen minutes, rise shower in the pool area, then the Jacuzzi for ten to fifteen, then the cooler whirlpool for another ten.  You know those stretches I showed you, if any part of you feels a little stiff, do those stretches and do them slowly."

 

"Yeah...yeah...yeah.... all right."

 

Arthur went to the lockers and stripped down nude.  He sat there for a moment mesmerized by his body, most especially his cock and balls.  He was pretty hypnotized by his lover, David's, equipment when they first met, until a few days ago he was still captivated by it, lusting after it, couldn't wait to feel like he was being torn by it...  but now...  Now he was in awe of his own junk.  He knew he was slightly more hung than David now, even though they were the same height.  He wondered if he was gonna break the record of Jonah Falcon if he continued to grow.  A clang from the gym as Ian put plates away woke him from his thoughts and Arthur went to stand under the shower just a few minutes before he went into the sauna.

 

Arthur entered in the sauna wearing a specific terry cloth towel.  It cinched at the waist and had a little pocket to carry things if needed.  David loved to just lounge around in these, with these new muscles and cock and balls that were hanging pretty large and heavy, Arthur could now understand why.

 

Leaning back, Arthur sighed a little and his hand began to roam over his body....first working out a kink in the neck to shoulder area, then slowly moving down and cupping the crescents that were his pecs, and he began to bounce them, first one and then the other.  He chuckled lightly feeling the heft and weight of each pectoral as it bounced and then he used his thumb to stroke his nipple and then hold it in a light pinch as he sucked in his breath at how sensitive and good the touch felt.

 

Next he moved his hand up his forearm and then his upper arm tracing the risen veins that snaked this way and that over his arm, pulsing and feeling so thick and hot.  He couldn't believe how big his biceps and whole upper arm were now and enjoyed the feeling of strength and power. 

 

He had grown....grown a whole foot taller.  It was amazing how much bigger just 6' 4" was to most men.   How broad he had become, how cut and defined, he almost filled up a doorway.  It spoke to him.  It was better than anything he ever imagined in his fantasies.  As both his hands now moved down his abs tracing and feeling each firm brick, and his mind realized how large of man he had become, his prick responded by oozing out even longer that what it did from his grow, engorging and becoming fatter like his muscles did, as the veins rose to the top and filled his cock with blood.

 

"Oooooh" moaned Arthur as he touched himself and felt the sensitivity of his large cock send a shiver across his balls, over his ass, and up his spine.

 

"This is not helping me cool down...." he mumbled to himself and he stood up, giggling slightly at the fact that his king kong dong stuck out enough to keep the towel sides from completely closing on him.  "fuck it... no one else is here to see."   And he walked out of the sauna.

 

WHAM!

 

Instantly Arthur dropped to the floor seeing nothing but spots and stars.  His vision blackened, his mind dazed he never saw the large hand coming back at him.

 

"URRRRK! GAAAA UHHHHH!"

 

There was Gerogio Toro standing in the pool area, holding Arthur against the wall by the neck with just one hand, choking him... .... ... to death.  Arthur gasped and tried to beat on the forearm and hand that held him firm and although he had marveled at his own physique moments ago, he had to admit this forearm was much bigger and stronger than his.

 

Gerogio moved his face close to Arthur and scanned Arthur's face up and down.

 

"You don't look like him facially... but your body is developing like his.  You used the same kind of hold as he did.  You're using the One-Hundred Rep program like he did on off-season bulk up time.  You even called yourself Mile-Wide the other day.  .... ..... .... I don't know what this is, how this is, but Miles isn't coming back in any way shape or form to defeat me or my record."

 

"A-HUUURK!"

 

Mr. Toro punched Arthur in the gut and then threw him down to the tiled floor.

 

"Your..." gasped Arthur.  "Your record is... .... still topped by Haney and Coleman, and..... ugh.... you're tied with Schwarzenegger.  You never went on to win an eighth title."

 

"Yes, but Miles never reached the seventh.  He might have gone on to dominated us for years with his freakish size, perfect symmetry, density, striations, definition, everything!  Hell he had a porn cock too!  But when life makes things too unfair, sometimes you have to take the initiative to even the playing field.  Myself and others didn't have time to wait around for another possible five years or so for him to retire or step down."

 

And now,  Mr. Toro placed his foot over Arthur's throat and put most of his weight on it as Arthur was still gasping for breath.

 

"So I took care of him.  Yeah.... I snipped his brake line.  I knew the route from his house to town, having been invited so frequently to his house for parties, workouts, he was even a perfect host.  Gawd, I was so sick of him!  ... ... ... And I don't want him back.  He's not coming back to break the record of mine, or Haney's or Coleman's, and he will not reset it so high no one ever has a chance to break it.  Not as himself.... not as you.....not as a combination."

 

Mr. Toro leaned in to put all his weight onto Arthur's throat but suddenly he saw similar stars to what Arthur had seen earlier and then his face collided against the wall.

 

"Get off my boyfriend you pampas ass!"

 

Mr. Toro recovered quicker than what David thought he would and delivered a punch to his face causing David to swerve his head, but then David delivered another blow to Mr. Toro's gut causing him to moan greatly.

 

"I may be smaller than you in muscle size and development, possibly even less in strength, but I'm a police officer, trained in fighting, even before I joined the force.  I know how to hit..."

 

"OOOF!"

 

"Where to hit."

 

"UGHFFF!"

 

"And thus how to fight!"

 

But the next blow Gerogio caught in his hand and twisted it away, and with surprising speed for a man his size, suddenly brought his left knee into David's groin making the officer see stars.  More stars were coming as his right knee then came up and placed itself in between David's eyes as his face came down from the blow to his gonads.  This blow knocked him backwards and into a bit of a daze.

 

"You'll prove no match for me....but I'll take care of you later.  I'll take you both out of life and won't need to hear any more of this.  But first,  first.... I take care of you, new living Miles."

 

And Arthur who was just starting to stand up received a kick to the solar plexus and then one to face.  The room reeled.  Arthur reeled.  Arthur's vision spun.  Arthur himself spun over and onto his back splayed out on the floor.  Gerogio then picked him up, holding him with his left hand and arm, as his right proceeded to make contact after contact with his face several times and then alternated between face and stomach.  With each blow Arthur's stance became weaker and weaker until his knees buckled and Gerogio laughed at how easy it was and going to be as his tossed him into the pool.

 

At the sound of the splash, David kind of came to, screaming the word no and running as if to jump in the pool, but he wouldn't make it.  Gerogio turned his fists of fury onto David, and David unfortunately knew, in order for him to make to Arthur, he would have to take Gerogio down if not completely out.

 

The two would remain locked in battle for quite some time.  Gerogio breathing heavier and heavier having to take on someone who was halfway to his size in muscles, slightly taller than him, but also trained to fight and bring someone down by any means possible.  David, having to deal with tears welling up in his eyes as his brain started calculating how long Arthur could survive under water and drowning before resuscitation was possible.  He more than likely would lose Arthur and then he'd have to decide if he would cross the line as an officer.

 

But unnoticed to both men life had stepped in and was going to grant Arthur his greatest fantasies.  When Gerogio hit Arthur the last time, sending him into the pool, their remained a something of a ghost.  It was the form of Miles Ashe and he was screaming in agony at the loss of the body of Arthur.  Arthur's body meanwhile landed on large paddle board and his head upon a lane rope.  It game just enough time before his unconscious body sunk into the pool that the ghost form dove into Arthur's body and the body soon began to cough and cough violently while sheets of ectoplasm where spewed out of his mouth and everywhere.

 

The first sheet flung out and covered Arthur's head while the rest then went on to cover his body as it sunk to the bottom of the pool.  While submerged more and more sheets of ectoplasm streamed out from his mouth moving like eels then ballooning out like jelly fish to encompass him.  It take long until he was in a cocoon of extreme size and density, so dense the translucence usually seen in ectoplasm wasn't there.

 

If Gerogio and David could have paid attention or seen through the cocoon, they would've wondered and gasped.  Become struck in awe and worry.  The first thing that happened is the cocoon shrunk by quite a bit, while at the same time Arthur's balls began to inflate, swelling into oranges, possible grapefruit size.  The cocoon began to rip and tear ever so slightly as Arthur's own testicles began to push his legs apart due to their ample size.  And then it began, the slow ripping and tearing as Arthur's body began to grow.

 

Once again his feet just began to extend out longer, wider, thicker, fuller, even his toes becoming both longer and thicker to the size of a giant male.  His hands and finger tips stretched out, growing, reaching, getting longer and longer until his hand could engulf any other man's.  Other man's hands were only the size of his palms.  The huge mits that baseball catchers and pitchers wear were nothing compared to the size of just one of Arthur's hands. 

 

And then the cocoon began to become longer and longer and longer.  Up up up grew Arthur's torso.  Out out out grew his legs getting taller and taller.  The sound underwater was so surreal as his bones cracked, his tendons and ligaments snapped and reconnected, making Arthur grow and grow.  His arms reached to match proportionately the length of his legs and then his shoulders began to widen and widen ever so much broader than anyone has ever seen.  The extreme V that is seen in bodybuilders was almost already there just with Arthur's natural, thin, unmuscular shoulder width.  Finally his neck rose up higher and higher from the shoulders along with his head which finally grew to match.  This wasn't just a tall man... this was the likes of Meyers Leonard, Shaquille O'Neal, Yao Ming.  Someone that was made to play basketball because he dwarfed the other exceptionally tall players.  And the growth wasn't done.

 

The power that was infusing Arthur's body started at his neck causing it to swell thicker and thicker, fuller, harder....It soon looked exactly like some kind of Greco-roman column.  It was a plinth of pure marble that would snap any collar from dress shirts to leather sex straps.  It would laugh at them all, perhaps even iron collars and simply snap them like tissue paper.

 

There appeared rivulets of blood streaming across the neck, growing larger into streams...into rivers..... rising to the top to become large squirming pythons that sunk down into the trapezius muscles causing them to bunch and rise up, mound and spread, growing thicker, higher, becoming a mountain ranger that grew and rose higher than the Appalachians, the Rockies, the Andes, and the once neck that thought itself so huge, proud, and thick was now in danger of being pinched off.

 

Still the snaking vessels continued moving outward to trigger the deltoids to mound and grow into bowling balls and then medicine balls, atlas stones, boulders.  For the now it looked as if mountain ranges ended in ball formations and large spindly trees stuck out from those gargantuan rocks.  But there would seen be other peaks to view as Arthur's biceps began to pop and flex, mound and pose.  What once was baseball like grew and grew to replace the bowling balls that were lost just moments before, that split into perfectly divided heads that swelled and surged with sickening vascularity wriggling all over it.  At the same time the triceps began to stretch and blow up forming a  bend of wire, an actual U, a horse shoe shape, a horse shoe shape for a Clydesdale horse.

 

Once that was done the ropes of veins wound their way around the forearms and in the hands causing the forearms to blow up in size so they would bust out of shirt cuffs, hand cuffs, the plastic blood pressure cuffs on store machines, looking like gigantic turkey legs or the clubs of cave men.

 

Next his chest began to heave and mound, the two crescents giving way to full moons which in turn turned into huge platters, and those platters turned in granite plates, and those plates continued to inflate larger, thicker, harder.  Fine lines of striation building up more and more criss-cross the every growing mighty shelf of pectoral muscles.  The nipples began their decent looking as though they were rolling over the edge of the plates pointing down, down, downward and growing somewhat larger, harder, and more protruding.  The great shelf blew up so much and so wide it threatened to cover the biceps, it threatened to push up the jaw line and chin of Arthur's head, it threatened to complete the work the trapezius squeezing the neck so hard it would pop Arthur's head off.  The valley and the shelf top distance down to the abs was becoming so great normal men would swear they could lose their whole hand in them.

Next the arms were pushed out to the sides, out from under the great barreling pecs by the growth of the back and the lats.  The back bunched and built up growing wider and thicker, helping to add even more width to the impossible shoulders Arthur was now sporting.  The back muscles grew and grew until one could see a the formation of a top...a downward directional arrow....an evergreen tree.... a seven foot Christmas tree.... a blue spruce conifer that had grown to twelve feet tall!   And then the lines of growth spread over the lats and pumped more and more blood into them, feeding them, and they just simply swelled out more...More.... MORE..... MOAR!  To gigantic handles that Gods could grab a hold of to pick up Arthur but mere men could never hope to grasp one handed they were so thick and wide.... that v shape which grew into a w, which in turn grew wider and looked more like an open hand fan so wide the spread.  It was almost as if he had on a natural growing, occurring wingsuit.

 

Arthur's body then began to undulate and roll as his abdominal muscles and obliques began to crunch and bunch in harder and more frequent contractions.  It looked almost like webbing or a virus was running through his body as with each crunch the lines of definition spread out farther and further from his midsection out to his sides.  Locally, in the center, it looked as though brick after brick of cobblestones were being laid out to form a perfect road.  However it was soon seen that Arthur's abs were off just slightly creating a little  bit of a herring bone pattern by the same bricks, which became fireplace sized stones, and then grew into concrete style blocks, and all the while across his sides the definition spread out like invisible hands were drawing, etching a road map all up and down Arthur's lower torso.  This brick wall will break sledgehammers... ... ...

 

The rolling and grinding continued as Arthur added his groin into this dance, and as he did so, his butt began to stick out and balloon and bubble and mound into two thick, globulous melons made of hardest material.  Buns of bronze....iron.....steel.....titanium.  An ass so thick, bubbled, and hard forget quarters, you could bounce manhole covers off them, denting the covers.

 

The plasma tubes carried more of the plasm power down...down.... until the thigh biceps began to answer the gluteus maximus' challenge and it two began to bulge and swell, harden and thicken into this firm curve of power nearly rivaling the bubble like shape of the butt.  Then it caused the ham strings to become pronounced, thick, tight, taut, so that one could almost swear if one plucked it s/he would a sound like a base string strummed and then a SNAP!  The vessels wound their way around that string to front of the thighs feeding and fueling the quadriceps into overdrive.  The already pronounced tear drop shapes began to breathe, inflate growing from small drops of water in much larger heavier rain, into shapes of balloons that are filled with water, into a group of wasps' nests, each one fighting for room, swelling so high and thick off the thigh, the mounds and crevices so deeply cut and defined and so large it was impossible to believe they could all be attached on one leg.  If Arthur had been standing his stance would've widened from middle of chest to outer chest to shoulder width to arms width to arms width on his body size.

And as the legs were being pushed apart the veins now coiled their way down into the calves and the fairly good sized balls began to breathe and swell, shrink and inflate growing firmer, denser, fuller, harder.  A good sized ball began to grow into a diamond the diamond into a heart, the heart into something of a blob that swore to the thighs they would not be bigger than them.  The muscle growing so thick and powerful it nearly made Arthur's thighs look as though they came to points.

 

And now Arthur's balls swelled again and then shrank.  They inflated and deflated.  They grew huge and then smaller.  With each motion Arthur bucked his hips and his cock oozed out of him longer and thicker, looking more and more like a snake and it's head flowing out of Arthur's groin. It was as if the mighty python that had been swirling, winding under Arthur's skin all this time under growth was now finding an exit point.  It grew long and thick, hanging from him like a gigantic link of sausage from a butcher's shop.  Also with each pulse of the balls, hair began to push out more and more from Arthur's pores.  The light dusting he had grew before across his chest and around his groin spread out and thickened.  It grew and feathered out across his whole body.  The forest of the chest and groin declared they would meet, and meet they did.  A manly coat of hair that was thick enough to grab onto, run the thickest of fingers through, but not so thick that one couldn't still clearly see the crevices, the mounds, the striations, the definition and mass of each and every muscle group they covered.  The chest, the abs, the groin, the thighs, the calves and shins, half way up the upper arm, the forearms, a sprinkling on the hands and feet, a break at the neck, but an oh so thick beard and mustache along the jaw line and lip.  A Five o'clock shadow was reached by noon, and by five it looked almost like two to three day scruff.

Finally Arthur's head hair began to grow out, long, semi-spiraled and yet feathered growing down and down until it would just touch his shoulders.

 

David and Gerogio had fought everywhere.  Tiles were broken, walls were busted, pool equipment was smashed, and the two even fell into the shallow end of the pool where Arthur had fallen many minutes before.  The cuts on their bodies began to add a red tinge to the pool and their thrashing and bashing created waves and churned up currents in the water.  It was this that had caused Arthur to begin to be pulled in undertow to the deep side of the pool and then to be tilted somewhat, head to the top of the water.

 

The last of the ectoplasm was sucked in by Arthur's mouth, add still more fuel to his body.  Once inside a bit of pool water went into his throat and he began to cough and sputter.  He went to go into a panic of flailing, but then his toes scraped the bottom of pool.  Upon hearing the noise, David and Gerogio stopped, motionless, looking sideways to the deep end of the pool.  One had a look of confusion and hope, while the other had a look of awe and fear.  Tilting his head back, Arthur sucked in a deep breath, then closed his mouth tilted his head forward, and forcible made himself stand on his heels at pool bottom.  Arthur's head disappeared under the water and Gerogio feigned a small smile of pleasure, believing that he was sinking down and drowning now.  But then there was a slight stir of a current, and Arthur's scalp broke above the seven and a half foot water mark.  Another current and his forehead poked up.  Still another and his eyes rose above the water.  The current becoming stronger and then Arthur's nose popped up.  Originally flat footed the top of the water was only a couple of inches from the top of Arthur's head, and thus he began his walk, his slow, wide kicked gate towards the shallow end of the pool and with each step he rose higher...higher....higher... that the top of the water.

 

Eventually he rose high enough his whole head was above the water line.  His wet hair hanging in strings all around his head and even a few in front of his face.  It was wicking off water and dripping onto his shoulders and then chest which had a cascade of water falling from it as though some great Hawaiian cliffs interrupting a stream.  As he continued to rise, David and Gerogio began to see exactly how broad, how thick, how huge, and how tall this man had become.  With each step it appeared as though his muscles were still growing in density and size.  His body now moving more and more with each step pushed the water towards the two fighting men, creating larger and larger waves in the pool that threatened to splash over the basin and knock the two men off balance.

 

His arms now out swayed majestically and powerfully from side to side with them hanging more at near 90 degree angles from his body.  His groin and cock rising above the water now, the mighty schlong joined in the swaying as it swung in front of Arthur's legs like a mighty pendulum of a clock  At this point Arthur could move his legs much for freely and as his side-kicked walked forward his mighty thighs propelled more water and larger waves.

 

At this point both Gerogio and David decided to exit the pool.  David hopped up on the tiled floor and then off to his left near the Jacuzzi and whirlpool.  Gerogio hopped up and went to go to his right, but became petrified when Arthur suddenly bellowed out in a voice so low, deep, and powerful that it not only made his, but Gerogio and David's chest rumble.  I caused the lights and the glass panes of the windows to vibrate and shake.  And this low growl of a voice uttered only one simple statement as Arthur's eyes fixed in a dead lock upon Gerogio Toro. ... .... .... "yooooooou...."

 

Now at the three foot section, where it still took most average sized and even some taller men a bit of a hop to walk out of there without using the stairs, Arthur simply stepped out of the pool as though the three foot gap were nothing, his massive foot coming down upon a drain covering cracking it, and the other, finding the 12 inch by 12inch tiles, showed that both of the feet were a tile and a third or so long and just a tad more than half as wide.

 

Gerogio stood there rooted to the spot, plastered to the wall as Arthur came to stand before him, filling up Gerogio's entire vision with nothing but chest.  Swallowing hard, Gerogio knew that not only had Arthur managed to bring his past life as Miles Ashe forward, but that in needing justice, or even possibly revenge, Miles called up much more ectoplasm than was needed and Arthur was not only so vastly built in musculature that he looked like one of the Muscleheadz cartoons, but that he completely dwarfed him, Gerogio, as he only reached the top of Arthur's shoulders.  This realization woke Gerogio up from his stupor and he bolted to his left, attempting to run away.  Arthur picked up a chair and threw it, dead shot, right between Gerogio's legs.

 

Mr. Toro went sprawling to the floor and the scrambled to get up upon hearing the exceedingly heavy footfalls of Arthur coming towards him.  He regained his stance and composure and turned around and delt a perfectly executed boxing blow right to Arthur's abdominals, with all the strength he could muster.  Arthur didn't even flinch.  With all the facts of his past life in his mind, he knew what Gerogio might try and was prepared for it, having crunched his abs tightly.  Gerogio winced in pain after his fist struck such a hard meaty object that was Arthur's abs.  Pain shot through his whole hand and he wondered if it might not be sprained.

 

Sprained or not Gerogio knew this could be it and he began to punch, kick, flail, slap, Arthur as hard and often as he could, but it seemed to make no dent whatsoever.  Suddenly Arthur's hand went out and clasped Gerogio's neck which although thick and powerful and more than a handful to most men, felt thin and weak in huge paw that Arthur now commanded.  The pool scene was now the reverse of how it started: a body held in place against the wall but it Mr. Toro's body against the wall, held by Arthur's hand.  Arthur held Mr. Toro there squeezing harder and harder Mr. Toro's throat.  David began to call out to him.

 

"Arthur... or Miles?..... love.... please don't.... don't kill him.... you'll become a wanted criminal.  You won't have the ability to live the life you felt was taken from you....  Hon?  Art?  Oh... gawd..."

 

And feeling as though he had no connection to the behemoth that stood on the other side of the pool, David broke down and cried, fearing he had lost his love forever.

 

Meanwhile Arthur just stood there holding Gerogio and the two stared at each other scanning one another's faces until finally, Arthur let Mr. Toro slump down to the floor.

 

"No...." said Arthur. "I do not feel like killing as I'd be no better than you... and I AM... your better.  No, you shall live to watch me live my old life out as the new me in Arthur, surprising new comer step out onto that stage take the statue and continue to take it until I break the record  and then some."

 

Arthur then turned and walked away, his powerful, thudding steps slowly making their way towards David.  But Mr. Toro rose once again screaming, a piece of busted tile in his hand and he ran towards Arthur's back to stab and pierce the skin striking the kidneys, or the spine, anything to take this man out of this world.  David shouted out a warning.  Arthur already knew what was happening and he leaned his torso forward and kicked out his right leg and foot, coming squarely into contact with Mr. Toro's torso.  Gerogio doubled over loose and limply around the size 27 foot, his arms and legs wrapping over the gigantic leg that carried the massive foot into his stomach.  Then from force of impact Gerogio went sailing the other half of the pool, landing into the water of the deep end.  In a moment Arthur was lifting him out, practically one handed by the throat, slapping Gerogio's backside to expel water from the man's lungs and leave him semi-conscious on the floor near a sliding glass door as his sternly whispered into Gerogio's ear, "And there's nothing you can do about it."

 

The thuds of his foot falls echoed loudly in the pool room as Arthur then ran around the pool back towards the Jacuzzi and whirlpool.  Grabbing David, without thinking, Arthur simply hoisted him up to his face and then bear hugged him as well as kissing him deeply.

 

"My love.  oh.... my love.... I don't know what this means for us, or how this will affect us.... but know there is much of me that is still the same.  I still love you more than life itself, but I am so thrilled to be so huge, so powerful, as in my dreams.  I will compete.  I will win!  I want this so much... but I want you to be with me?"

 

As David began to smile meekly at Arthur and whisper I love you back, David began to feel Arthur's prick rise and grow and nearly be able to push his body away from Arthur's.  Arthur held him out and the two of them looked down at the huge hose between them.

 

"I'll tell you what it means.... it means we're going to need to buy a lot of lube, but no matter how much we have.... there's still going to be about 8 inches to that fucker you won't be able to plow into me."

 

Arthur pulled David in for a long deep and passionate kiss, one which they explored and checked tonsils, but there was a slight hiccough from Arthur, a small gag from David and suddenly, David's manhood which had become erect shuddered and grew out just a tad thicker and fatter than it was before.  They looked down and then back up smiling at one another.

 

"Well." said Arthur.... "looks like both of us could topple Mr. Falcon for his title.  You can definitely still top me with that any time you like."

 

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After a bit of fooling around in the Jacuzzi and whirlpool, which Arthur just barely fit in, Ian suggested they call the police and make up the following scenario.  Arthur was to go out the back door and run through the alleyways so as not to be seen to get home.  David, in his beat up condition was to remain here and wait for the officers, explaining to his fellow coworkers how he and Ian were having a training session and that Mr. Toro attacked him while coming out of the sauna.  Ian would strike his own head with a plate, clamming he had no idea what had happened, thus implicating a pre attack on him so Mr. Toro could get to David in order to intimidate, attack, and find Arthur.  But before that, as he knew the owners, and where the recording equipment was, he would edit out Arthur and Ian's workout session, and Gerogio's attack on Arthur, while having Arthur smash some of the cameras in the pool room for him, and blaming it on the fight between David and Gerogio.

 

It would all seem very plausible, for unbeknownst to Arthur, Ian had hidden a tiny micro recorder in the pocket of his terry cloth towel, which picked up all of Mr. Toro's confession.  Thus after that evidence wound up played for the fight - the portions where Mr. Toro addressed Arthur by name scrambled - Mr. Toro was then charged with the premeditated murder of Miles "Mile-wide" Ashe.  He lost his case and was sentenced to life imprisonment, his first formal day in an actual prison, the same day that Arthur "Atlas" Thorn first competed and won first place on the Mr. Olympia stage.  It irked Mr. Toro that all the inmates wanted to watch the Olympia to see the seven foot four inch tall walking mountain of muscle god that was soon to dominate the sport.  Arthur went on to win a total of ten times, before deciding to retire, somewhat early, and focus on his family life with his partner David.  The pair who together wound up purchasing and running several  gymnasiums across the country which originally belong to some unknown firm from Italy or somewhere.

 

And of course, Arthur lived his dream fully, especially when he was feeling down, he would step into his bedroom, pull out some old clothes from his skinny, five foot four inch tall days and do things like shred them just by attempting to put them on, or use his arms to blow out old waist bands, stomp his feet on his old sneakers and watch them disappear, or take forever to slip into a pair of underwear that looked and felt more like a jock strap and work his cock into erection and watch it rip the underwear apart.  Either that or wait for David to come home, while being completely naked on their newly extended bed and let David explore his body and then plow him like the alpha David likes to be.  His favorite part is When David strokes him off having to use both his hands and then punches, pinches, pokes, prods, and fondles his heaving pectorals.  Arthur never had any more dreams and anything else he came to knew about Miles Ashe's life had to be from study or talking with family and friends of Mr. Ashe, who for some reason, never seemed to mind talking with him about it.

And Doctors Orlando and Barua filed the case away as one of the few proof positives of reincarnation that ever existed, although they knew most of the mental and medical community would never believe them.  Still they went on to enjoy years of laboratory research attempting to reach out to their own past lives.

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I wonder what the past lives of the Doc. Orlando & Barua were. ^^ (Would be funny if they'd be reincarnations of gods. >;P lol It could happen right? x3)

 

Though I do wonder now though: Did Arthur really go into bodybuilding & won 10 times because of Miles' soul being inside of him? Or was it Arthur's own wish at the end? And it is too bad you didn't get into more detail in the 10 years after the start of Arthur's bodybuilding career. Especially seeing how before the end David was still very insecure in himself & his size and the rolereversal thing. Would have been great to see how exactly he got over those feelings and all. =3

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