growth Spartan Wing Chapters 1-5

[blazefiresabre]

Not sure if I had it all saved. Didn't think I had to worry about the old forum going down. What I managed to salvage if anyone would like a read. 

 

 

09:30

 

“Why am I here?” Duncan’s mum just ignored him; he stood beside her at the reception while his dad was checking in. Arms crossed, his dagger stared panned across the open atrium of the spa. A long weekend wasted away in this place. He should have chained himself in his room or just packed a bag to stay somewhere else, before they could drag him away.
 

“Your dad bought me this for a present and you’re not going to ruin it”
 

“Your present, why did he buy three? And why do I have to come along to this dump?!” he shot back, again she just ignored him, frustrated at how badly the family weekend away had started off.
 

“You’re being a brat, don’t ruin this for me” His jaw dropped, ‘ruin this for me?’ he bit his tongue at the hypocrisy.  The open chamber was a sickly flood of beige and dim lighting. The best summer’s day outside in months, and all blocked away from sight by towering walls of tack.

 

“I’m sorry sir but we’re fully booked, we can’t make any room changes” the receptionist said, Duncan’s dad had been arguing with her for the past fifteen minutes but like a parrot she only had one thing to say. “Our booking system takes customer demographics in account to assure the idea services are provided.”
 

“What’s wrong?” his mum asked marching over at the sound of their raised voices.
 

“Our rooms” he said to his wife “are on this side of the site but Duncans is all the way on the other!” overhearing Duncan felt himself loosen, far away from them could be the only plus side. “They won’t swap his room around with anyone near us.” It came somewhat comical and from a distance Duncan watched as both parents tore into an unflinching receptionist.
 

“Leave it Tony, this isn’t good for your blood pressure” they resigned to defeat, handing Duncan his key card he swung his bag over his shoulders and hastily fled in the opposite direction. 

 

 

09:47  

 

The place began taking on a different look, from the pretty and pink highlights of the plain reception the corridor on the way to his room was taking on an earthly red and dessert look. The inside of the corridor was stippled with a clay-like maroon buildings while beyond the windows were made from massive sand orange bricks the. Reading the numbered doors to his left, he wondered pasted S23 and S25, and S24 to his right. The key card read S32, thankfully ‘any meat head could find their way around’ he thought.

 

Swiping the card at S32 he walked into the sparse cabin like room, same maroon colour on the side he noted as he walked around. A double bed, not enough room to swing a cat, no wardrobe, but the bathroom was almost as big as the bedroom itself, most of the space taken up by an open mosaic tiled shower, no curtain or panel, just a plate sized shower head built in the ceiling.

 

Tossing his bag against one of the walls, Duncan laid back on the bed, reaching for the remote; he fumbled with the buttons for a channel flicking session to last the next three days. Before he could even turn it on, his peace was broken with heavy thuds on the door. First he thought someone was about to hammer through, until the thuds came again in a knocking rhythm.
 

“Who is it?!” Duncan yelled from across the room.
 

“Spa Coordinator” a deep voice boomed back. Opening the door Duncan invite the boy in, although calling him a boy was a stretch. The broad shoulders of his six foot teenager almost brushed against the side of the door frames. The white tee on the hulking figure, stretched out over thick rippling muscles, massive pecs pushing forward as the sleeves strained over the defined and vascular arms.

 

Ashamed Duncan stood straight, flexing pecs forth as his crossed his arms, pushing his biceps close against his body to lay them flat and wider.
 

“Yo,” he replied lowering his voice.
 

“My name is Ben Thorpe,” he said extending his hand “I’m here to provide you with your induction,” shaking his hand Duncan squeezed as hard as he could to match Ben’s grip but the boy hadn’t clenched hard enough to crush the new guest. Opening the brochure he had in the other hand, Ben unfolding the large glossy paper, as he stretched it out, the tee began to groan and ride up his waist revealing a ripped core with clear veins reaching up either side of the lower abs, “You’ve checked into one of two wings, based on your application. This is the Spartan wing.”
 

“The other is the Athens wing which caters to… well,” he paused, as his eyes gazing upon Duncan’s sleek pecs, “not to guys like us.”

 

Folding the brochure back in on itself he began to focus on it page by page. “We have a 250+ weight stations for the gym,” flipping to the next slide, “two pools, one indoor one outdoor, double the standard Olympic length, we had to extend the length again, our guests prefer something more of an endurance challenge,”
 

“Cool, I’m a swimmer too,”
 

“Nice, you’ll like our lengths then, definitely a struggle for experienced guys,” He turned to the last pages, after viewing various other additions, like the climbing wall, circuit studios and gymnastics equipment, “and after a hard day we offer saunas, sports massages to help recovery and our bars and restaurants have a specialist menu for athletes.”
 

“Sounds more like a training resort than anything” Duncan replied finally feeling excited about his stay.
 

“It’s what we aim for here.” Ben replied smiling as his moved his long black hair off his face, “where would you like me to take you?”

 

 

10:07

 

 

The walk from Duncan’s room to the gym wasn’t as long as he’d imagine. From where he was, he heard none of the music and clamour of the workouts. The massive steel grey chamber was literally soundproof, once the doors were closed you’d have no idea what was happening behind them. The size of the room was mind blowing. Maybe it was the constant reflections that made it look like

it went on forever or perhaps it was a studio of countless machines and weights. Quickly glancing at the gym, Duncan checked out his 18 year old tour guide, then looked back the gym, then back at Ben. He was beginning to realise how the boy was so big; there was nothing lighter than 20 kg plates and there were at least 50 plate, all of them stacked up on the racks against the wall, pairs of dumbbells going up to 120 kg, no less than ten machines just to workout one muscle group?! Duncan had no idea all the ways to do a bicep curl but Ben’s arms and the gym proved otherwise.
 

“Jake!” Ben yelled over the music and racket, from behind the main desk flicking through a supply catalogue emerged a hulking mass.

 

Duncan was one of the hottest sportsmen in his college but today he’s never felt so inferior. The gym instructor moved closer, appearing more monstrous as he closed in. At 6’6’’ there wasn’t much Duncan could do about his pose to even appear comparable to Jake. Every part of his body was covered in mountainous muscle, lean and thick, so heavy he felt the ground tremble as he walked over.
 

“Whatup” he said, almost a deep growl as he grinned down to the two who entered.
 

“This is Mr Michales,”
 

“Duncan” he interjected, Jake nodded in reply
 

“Duncan’s just having the tour.”
 

“Started with the best then” he said winking to Ben, the boy went slightly red with his own smirk, “Ready to get started,” he asked Duncan.
 

Ben turned to the guest, “I can come back later if you wanna get started?”
 

“I’ll probably pop back here,” Duncan lied, feeling his confidence wilt in the shadow of two giants, “I’ll need to get changed.”
 

“Don’t worry about that,” replied Jake, “as long as you’re not going commando you can dump your clothes behind the desk.”
 

“Anyway,” Ben added, “layers gets in the way, fewer you have, less restriction.” He turned to Jake, “Ok to take over”
Ben made a swift exit, getting to whatever job he had next, leaving the waning teen with his new personal trainer. Obeying the deep booming orders; Duncan undressed, first tossing his black tee aside.
 

“You can leave the jeans on, if you want” he said, “we’ll do lower body stuff later.” When Jake quizzed and questioned Duncan, he began to realise how far behind his little guest was. From his answers, Duncan’s stamina and endurance, was alright, but he wasn’t as confident when asked about benching hundred kilogram. Laying him down, Duncan’s back rested against the cold plastic of the bench.
 

“The bar is 20kg,” he said walking around gathering plates, “start off with a 12 rep warm up.” Perhaps the only instruction from him that wasn’t barked as an order to be obeyed.  Grabbing onto the cold bar Duncan did as instructed, although he wouldn’t have called it a warm up; his pecs and shoulders were already beginning to burn. Suddenly maxing out at 40 kilogram dumbbells for a bench press wasn’t as impressive to these guys as it was to the others at the college gym.
 

Soon enough as he was done, the plates were being loaded, Duncan did his 80 kilogram max, Jake’s towering body hovered over him casting a large shadow over his guest. Another set of plates was loaded, 100 kg.
 

“I’m not sure-“
 

“You’ll be fine I’ll spot you.” The first rep burned, second third and fourth were the same. On the fifth the bar felt like it was about to come crashing down. Duncan gritted his teeth as he pushed against it, but Jake placed on hand under the ball to aid. “You’re doing fine,” he encouraged. With those words Duncan felt a surge of energy, mustering his strength he pushed again and the bar flowed up and down. On the eighth, Jake grabbed it again and placed the bar in the rest.
 

“Didn’t think I’d do it,” Duncan panted as he sat up. Jake walked around again with more plates, “What are ya -?”
 

“Come on, let’s get the beast out.” Plates loaded up to 160 kg, Duncan looked in disbelief; this must have been the point where the alpha male asserts himself over the newbies. “Go on,” he said, “I’ve got you covered,” Jake leant down holding onto the bar; he made lowering it look like an effortless bicep curl. Grabbing on Duncan pushed, it didn’t move in the slightest. He held his breath, flexing every muscle and firing through every ounce of energy he had. Jake lightened, only slightly, but to Duncan’s surprised he benched the rest of it. The second rep flowed was quickly, third he felt his pecs burn alive with power and the rest of the set was effortless. 180 kg was a breeze. It felt like he was pushing air and throughout 210 he left a euphoric surge of feral energy. At 220 kg he failed at five reps.
 

“Fucking beast!” Jake roared, Duncan following as he flexed his chest. “How’da feel?”
 

“How the fuck did I do that?” he growled, smiling from ear to ear.

 

The session was one new limit after another. Proving himself on the wide grip chin up, Jake doubled Duncan’s body weight with another 160 pounds of plates hanging from a belt. Struggling at first, but much like before he achieved jaw dropping feats.
 

He stopped caring about what people thought when he tossed his jeans to the side for the squats. He wondered through the gym in tight navy boxers, which were starting to pinch around the thighs. Using weights on the smith bar got boring.
 

“Sit on the bar,” Duncan joked. He expected a laugh and banter, but instead Jake obliged, setting the challenge for the new guy. Jake grabbed the bar and hoisted himself up; all 320 lbs balanced perfectly; bodybuilder mass with a gymnast’s skill.
 

“I didn’t really mean-“
 

“Just do it” As ordered he rotated the bar on the smith machine, he felt the crushing weight of 250 lbs of plates on top of Jakes body weight. The metal bar dug into Duncan’s thick traps. His legs and lower back, ready to snap like twigs as his thighs barely managed to lock themselves still.

 

“Com’on, where’s the beast?” Teeth clenched he squeezed harder, pushing against the floor, slowly feeling the bar rise and rise.

 

“Roar!” Jake ordered, Duncan didn’t respond, just concentrated on lifting the gargantuan weight, Jake barked the order again and on cue Duncan’s roar echoed throughout the gym. His legs swelled and burned as he lifted the bar, legs pushing out and straight, thighs thickening and on fire. A tear split up the side of his boxers as he finished the one rep, and lowered for the next.

 

Pushing out three more, Jake jumped letting the boy collapse on the floor as his lower body was reduced to jelly. His swelling member was hanging out of the torn boxers, which were barely holding on around his narrow waist. Jake reached down grabbing the new guest by the thick forearms and hoisted him back onto his feet.
 

“That’s better” he said grinning from ear to ear, “Think two hours is enough”
 

“Two hours?!”
 

“Yea, got carried away?” Duncan checked the time, he wasn’t wrong; his PT session with Jake had flown by. Catching his breath he watched the other gymmers to make sure they weren’t looking his way before he adjusted his tattered boxers over his manhood.
 

“Tired?” Jake asked as he walked Duncan back to the main desk, breathlessly he just nodded and grunted a ‘yea’ from behind “go chat to Toby at the café, it’s just outside the door, and worth finding Ben again, you’re going to be feeling sore.”
 

“What will Ben do?” Duncan asked, leaning against the desk, puzzled as to how it was lower than before he came in.
 

“Sports physio, he’ll get you unknotted ready for tomorrow” pulling out a new file from the draws, Jake scribbled away, getting all of Duncan’s progress and stats down on paper. Browsing around the room, the boy caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, his own horrified face looked back at him as his viewed his body up and down.
 

“How the fu...” he walked closer to the mirror seeing his new self, two hours later and he was twice the size. His pecs were two heaving slabs of muscles, ripped and taut from shoulder to boulderous shoulder. Stacked upon eight brick like abs tapering down to a narrow waist from flared lats, steel cords twisted around his legs as his freshly pumped thighs glistened under the light and sculpted calves swelled out below. Maybe it was a just the pump, maybe he was light headed and not seeing right...his tee, his t-shirt, it wasn’t a snug fit but had had some room when he came in. Reaching over to the bundle of clothes that lay on the floor he picked up the dark blue top to feel the fit, but to his horror he couldn’t even squeeze his massive forearms into the sleeve let alone the cannon ball wide biceps which could follow. “FUCK!”
 

“What?” Jake asked looking over
 

“What happened to me?!”
 

“Don’t worry, happens to everyone” he replied casually as he flicked though Duncan’s file, “Post-gym pump, you look good.”
 

“But..” Jake rested his hand on Duncan’s shoulders
 

“Go get some protein down ya,”
 

“Bu...” he said as Jake led him to the door
 

“Get a rub down.
 

“Bu..” he tried, shocked, awed, horrified or a mixture of all. With only a small cloth over his groin, Duncan stood bare in the hallway outside the gym. “Bu..”
 

“And I’ll see you tomorrow.”

 

[5’9’’, 205 lbs, 14%, 6.5’’]

 

 

 

 

12:25

 

He stood near naked in the hallway, fumbling with the shrunken cloths bundled against his pecs. Taking one piece, he held it against his body. This must have been some joke, he thought, there too small to be the clothes he wore that morning, to the point of comical and stage. He wondered if they have been switched with extra-smalls during the workout, but now wasn’t the time...naked in a hall way. He dropped everything to the floor and rummaged for his jean.  As hard as he tried to force it, he couldn’t fit them around his calves. Tugging at the denim, he heard it strain and tear as he pulled and pulled, trying to at least bring it close to his knees.

 

Glancing up and down the corridor it was surprisingly quiet. Seem as the day went there were fewer and fewer other guys about.

 

Reaching for the tee, he easily pulled it over his head but that is as far as it would go, the dark blue top, now looked like a scarf, against his massive traps, a mountain of muscle which swallowed his neck, the tee couldn’t even stretch far enough to roll over his cannonball delts. Pulling it off, Duncan tried arm first, but like the calved, the forearms were struck in the sleeve, the narrow rim of fabric was chocked only inched past the wrist.
 

He was ready to give up trying to get dressed, maybe the torn boxers were enough to hide, and the tee was a lost cause. Maybe if he tore the legs off the jeans they could fit as a short, but then again if they couldn’t fit around his calves they stood no chance in hell squeezing around his quads. Clothes in hand, Duncan wondered down, following the signs to the café.
 

Down the sun bleached corridors he came to a side of the spa where the light shone blindly though the glass panel wall. In the centre of the large room was a wide square counter, seats around the edge and more stools and high raised tables were scattered around.

 

There were a few other men there, like Duncan, down to small trunks or Speedos. In the centre counter was an impromptu kitchen, small fridges and ovens, hobs and boxes of food, with counters surrounding it in a square, while the massive chef, down to his trunks and a wide apron tied to his tapered waist, chopped away at fruit. Even hunched over the chopping the board he was over six feet tall with extractor fans and hanging pots places especially high above his head. The other men stopped talking every so often to get a glace of Duncan, watching and wondering why the new boy slowly crept. As they were down to Speedos and jocks they thought nothing of the tattered loin cloth Duncan dangling to pairs of massive thighs.

 

He stepped behind a seat across the counter from the chef, the place reminded him of some sushi bar, must have had the same idea.
 

“Take a seat” the chef said, deep voice almost sounded like the earth rumbling as he his head was still looking down, chin pursed against two massive solid pecs, “Name please?” he asked reaching to the far side of the counter but not needing to take a step closer to reach the clipboard.
 

“Erm...Duncan Michales,”
 

“Full board, all food is covered,” replied the chef as he read off the board, “I’m Toby. What can I get ya?”
 

“Erm,” Duncan stammered as he looked around “is there like a menu?”
 

“Not here, where did you just come from?” Toby asked. Duncan just stared at him, the chiselled jaw and black stuble, a young looking guy but must have been working out since before puberty, like Jake, to be the massive behemoth he is.
 

“The gy-“
 

“Jake sent ya?” he interjected
 

“Err, yea he did,”
 

“Got ya,” he took the fruit he was cutting and threw them in the blender, “not allergic to anything are ya?”
 

“Shellfish,” he replied sheepishly. Turning around, the restaurant hand almost emptied, all the swimwear models had left bar the two Duncan had walked past on the way in. Closer now, he could see them clearly, they were more muscular than he had first noticed them from the corner of his eye, their bodies, every limb and fibre was fuller. Might have been the glare from the windows, he dismissed, it’s wasn’t like they had ballooned out in the short walk from the hallway to the table.
 

“That’s cool I don’t serve any here.” Add four scoops of powder and another four of ice cream, before throwing the lid on for a quick blitz. From under the counter he pulled out a tall glass, must have held more than a pint and was the same the other guys were drinking from. Pouring it out, the thick pale cream mixer went to the top, a small drop slowly dripped down as Toby failed to empty the jug. “Post workout shake, you’re going to need that after a session with Jake”
 

“Thanks, is this stuff safe, I mean no roids or anything?” the chasm echoed as Toby laughed.
 

“Nah you got a mixture of whey and isolate protein powder, fruit for something natural and some antioxidants and the ice cream is made here, virtually fat free to cool you off.” Listening to it Duncan gorged on the drink, uncontrollably he had noticed he finished it by the time Toby finished describing it.
 

“Oh” he said disappointedly, looking back at his empty glass, but more of the pale cream was poured in. Toby blitz together another jug and left it on the table.
 

“Need some lunch too?” the chef asked picking up a grill pan from off the hob, Duncan with a mouthful of the protein shake nodded hungrily. Three greaseless and grilled chicken breasts were tossed out of the pan and onto a chopping board, sliced up, with salad and sauce, served in the biggest wrap Duncan had seen, he looked at the huge brick of protein and ravenously bit into it. He could barely get his hands around the wrap, or his mouth around his thickness, hungrily he gnawed away at it. Looking around the restaurant the two guys he spotted early had left, in their place were another two guys, larger and rounder, massive muscles in comparisons to the two sleek men before, abs jutting out as far as their pecs...but their faces looked similar and they were wearing the same trunks, standing, talking in the same spot, as they both downed their smoothies.
 

“Good first session then?” Toby asked grilling a steak, Duncan just nodded with a mouthful of the smoothie, Duncan hadn’t realised he had finished his third glass of protein shake as Toby kept pouring from the jug. He felt energy return to his limb, first trickling down his throat and ending as it flowed through his veins, soaking in the muscles. He reached for a napkin to wipe the cold cream which dribbled down his chin onto his swollen pecs.
 

“Full body session,” Duncan finally managed to reply, he turned back to his chicken wrap to find he had reduced it to crumbs. He didn’t recognise his own hands as he had tried to reach for the phantom wrap, huge things with thick vascular forearms, he blinked again, it was surreal how much bigger he was after one workout, but twice now, after one meal. He clenched his fists, slowly moving his fingers, and watching his ripped forearms flex and burst out against the bone.
 

Toby pulled the plate away and replaced it with steak and roasted vegetables before Duncan could blink. A fourth jug was emptied in his glass. He was finding it harder to move, arms feeling heavy and weighing him down, the affects of the workout. His body started to feel sore but swollen, looking down at himself having finished devouring the next three steaks; his body had ballooned out again. Massive orbs of muscles around his shoulders, pecs reaching out jutting forward after the bench presses, beyond his nipples he could see his gut, a round stomach full of food being eight solid blocks of abs. The space between him and the table felt tighter as his body grew, rising up against his chair, his quads felt trapped wedged against the table.
 

“Roasted salmon” Toby announced, placing another plate of food in front of Duncan, he licked his lips, giving back into insatiable and uncontrollable hunger, the freakishly long two foot fish was skinned boned and gutted, nothing left but the blight red flesh.

 

Ravenously he stabbed it with the fork and raised the whole piece to bite into. Exhausted and feeling heavy, just hunched forward as he devoured his meal like a beast before a bowl.
 

Toby poured another glass of the strawberry smoothie, “why don’t you go see Ben, you must feeling pretty knotted after the workout.”
Duncan was about to reply with some non-committal as he focused on feeding himself but as he turned back to his fork was licked cleaned.

 

[5’9’’, 244 lbs, 22%, 6.5’’]

 

 

13:05

 

“Next,” Ben called out as he quickly whipped his head around the door, but outside no one was sat waiting. Which wasn’t all too surprising, most of the resort guests prefer a rub down in the evenings. Gazing down the corridor, he spotted a hulking mass shuffling towards him; Duncan, huddling his clothes over his groin as he slowly ambled in the directions of the sign.
 

“Hi,” Ben greeted gleefully, stepping out of the room as Duncan approached, “How’s your morning been?” he asked with his hands in his pockets, as he rocked back onto his heels the massive vascular arms flex in the tight white tee, the sleeves strained and cutting in under the delts, so close to ripping apart under the strength of the spa boy.
 

“It’s been...” he paused fumbling for words as he tried to explain the bizarre events of the day, and wondered; what do I say without sounding crazy?
 

“Something else isn’t it?” Ben added, with a wicked smile, Duncan just shook his head, eyes wide laughing, Ben wasn’t wrong there, 2 hours at the spa and he was 100 lbs bigger than when he woke up his morning. “Come on in,” Ben invited, disappearing into the dark room.
 

As Duncan followed the light slowly came on in the treatment room, rustic orange, same as the rest of the spa, with a cream bench in the centre.  “So what I can do for ya?” Ben asked, rubbing his hands with oil from one of the bottles. As soon as the top came off it Duncan got a scent of it, he couldn’t guess the smell; it was musky but oddly relaxing. Something that reminded him about camping, laying back in the tents, exhausted and glad that you’re head is on the pillow.
 

Duncan stammered, remembering the question, looking around; he was ordered to physiotherapy by Toby, but no idea what for, “Er, what do you do?”
 

“Anything you like, from relaxing massage to injury treatment, can help loosen any knots and get you back out there, or make sure you get a good night’s sleep of growth.” Another long pause from the new boy, Duncan still looked a little lost, “Why don’t you just strip off,” Ben said ushering him towards the bench, “lay on your front, we’ll start with by loosening up your shoulders?” Hesitantly Duncan placed the clothes that hid his shame on the chair by the desk. Pulling down at the tattered boxers, they were stuck around his thick thighs; normally he could wiggle out but now he had to drag them down, and over his massive quads they had snapped at last. They fell, a single strip of fabric circling around his feet. From one of the cabinets Ben pulled out a towel, unfolding it, he readied, waiting for Duncan lay down.
 

The boy still unsure of what was going on and the way his day was unravelling, stumbled over to the bench and just did as instructed, his mind otherwise occupied. He lay on his front, towel lowered over his hip. His massive pecs pressed against the cushioned bench, the rest for his head was raised especially for a boy built as big as he was. Quads were the same, the massive mounds of muscle meant his knees barely touched the surface.
 

Oil rubbing between his hands, Ben stood beside Duncan, his fingers rubbed across the neck swallowing traps, as thick and hard as those muscles were, Ben’s hands were stronger; he kneaded the tense fibre to putty effortlessly. Duncan moaned, a low bellowing echoed off the floor as his body began to unwind, with that one squeeze of his neck Duncan felt his whole spine drop, and his limbs drop onto the surface of the bench.
 

“How does that feel?” he asked quietly as he effortlessly went to loosening and unknotting every muscle made tense by the workouts. Duncan’s reply was a mumble which approvingly sounded like ‘soooooo good’. As the traps loosened up, Duncan felt his head drop and stretch further, nestling into the round rest more comfortably. The pain at the base of the neck, which was poking at his headaches, was fading. Ben’s hands moved down the boys back, clenching his fist, he ran his knuckles along Duncan’s wide lats, pushing deep into the muscle and spreading it out, the solid fibres, would feel like rock to most men, was tenderised under the spa boy’s brutally strong hands. From the spine he pushed outwards and across the wide wings of his lats. The hard body that Duncan had built that morning was melting to a puddle of muscles and limbs on the bench. His body loosened and he relaxed, feeling all the tension fade, he lay easily as Ben’s strong hands moved all over, rubbing down his skin with the silky oils. His skin was alive with sensation, blood flooding all over, cheeks red and groin swelling, comfortably full, pressing against the cushioned surface. The soft tip of Ben’s fingers skating along the surface and stimulating every nerve that wanted to be touched, crushed every spot of pent up tension and twisted knot.
 

Bens loosened the traps, lats and delts, he walked down the bottom of the bench.
 

“This one might hurt” both thumbs pushed against the back Duncan’s calf and dug in deep, cracking the tension locked up in there from the squats and lunges. Duncan’s back arch as he felt the sharp pain, a deep moan as his chest lifting off the bench, taking a sharp breath in.

 

Ben’s soft hands moved up the hamstrings, fingers running on the outside of his thighs as they moved up his leg. Duncan jolt for the second, surprised and unnerved when the thumbs that run up the middle, poked his glutes. An electric shudder ripped through his skin as Ben’s fingers brushed against his arse, a mixture of worry and arousal. His hips stirred as the swelling member grew, never before when another boy had touched him
 

“Sorry about that” Ben said, moving around the bench to work the other thigh. Just as before is heart raced faster and faster as the hands brushed up Duncan’s thighs. Whatever he was feeling when Ben hands were in places, he ignored them, ‘can’t be, that’ he dismissed, but revelled in the pleasure anyway.

 

“Do you wanna turn over?” Duncan held on to the small towel that barely stretch to cover his two massive glutes, as his rolled over he noticed his swollen meat, blood rushed down the long shaft, he kept staring at his cock wonder, whether it was, like the rest of his body, bigger than when he walked through the door that morning. He paid it too much attention, he stared at it for a few seconds, that Ben awkwardly stood there watching and waiting for him to lay back, but instead found Duncan oddly fixated on his own cock.

“Sorry” Duncan said sheepishly, laying back down the towel was barely touched either side of his hips as his swelling cock lifted it. Ben’s palms kneaded at the crevasse between his pecs, moving from the centre, out. The strong hand pressed down again the two huge slabs of thick muscles, the mass of fibres crushed by Ben’s hands, Duncan saw the boy’s triceps bulge against the tight sleeve of his white t-shirt, cannon ball sized delts ready to explode out. Watching is magnificently sculpted arms, that strange feeling flood Duncan’s mind and body again, stronger now as the spa boy lips were slow much closer to his. Again he ignored it, hell he was dating a girl on his team, ‘what the fuck is wrong with me!?’ 
 

Moving out Ben’s hands loosened up his shoulders, working down the arm and massaging the massive biceps which were soft as dough in his grip. Feeling his fingers press into the bicep, Duncan suppressed the urge to flex the muscle as warm hand rub over the skin, his whole body flexed as Ben handled. Being touched, the urge to show off his new mass was overwhelming Opening his eye Duncan saw Ben attentively work his arms, failing to contain the moans of the sensual therapy. His eyes peer over the hulking boy, muscles barely contained in his clothes. His own the same; his massive pecs had blocked the view of his whole body apart from nothing he had only just noticed. As Ben rubbed his body more and more, the small towel over his groin rose higher, and had been since Duncan lay on his back.

 

Bens hand moved back to the pecs, “your chest is really tense,” he said quietly, attentively going back to massage it. His hands moved quickly, and his thumb brushed over the nipple. Duncan’s body jolted on the bench, his cock now painful as it rose to full mast.

 

“Sorry about that,” said Ben, clueless to the beast the stirring.

 

He moved down the cobbled brick abs, hard as granite against his fingers, his hands flat against the stone wall gut, sent another ripple of electricity through Duncan’s body, he moaned as his back arched. Ben’s hands moved down the flank, all this to test the tension and the work needed but as he brushed against the glutes again, Duncan’s body jerked harder.
 

“AAAAAAAAAAAHhhhhhhhhhhhhh” came the thunderous roar, a geyser of hot white cum erupt from his cock, his swollen balls emptied their load over his abs, splatter of the cream spread across his pecs, running down to the deep valley between. “Oh god!” he exclaimed, euphorically at first, a moment to catch his breath as the last few loads emptied on to his eight pack and he shot back up on to his feet. “Oh god!” this time less euphoric and more horrified, “I’m really sorry,” he lent forward, thick arm wrapping around his torso as he tried to hide the white puddles.
 

“Can’t say that’s happened before,” said Ben, moving towards the cupboard, whether sincere or sarcastic, Duncan, couldn’t tell. He still held the towel against his still hard cock. Trying to wipe him clean, the load was too much and to thick for the small patch of fabric he had. “Damn, sorry dude, I’m out of towels,”
 

“Do you have a shower I could-“
 

“No, nearest are...” he paused trying to remember, “The pool, down the left, just try to avoid Owen and Lewis-“ the rest of the sentence was cut off as the door slammed shut. Duncan sped out as fast as he could, with only the towel in his hand to cover himself up.

 

[5’9’’, 244 lbs, 20%, 11.5’]

 

 

 

13:45

 

Rushing down the hallway, Duncan hid his new massive cock with the tiny towel that had covered it during the massage. He wiped the cum that dripped from the thick head, and the towel was soaked. He didn’t see much point in using it any further, even with his abs and pecs coated in his thick hot white cream. 

 

The smell of chlorine was becoming stronger and he was hit by a wall of warm muggy air. The corridors and rooms, floor and walls, were now lined with tiles, warmer than the carpet against his bare feet. He felt he was moving in the right direction for the pool and the showers they had there. He followed the signs “please shower before using the pool”, passing changing room and lockers. Pretty standard for every pool he’s been too. The changing areas were void of anyone else but the echoes of splashing water nearby. He guessed there must have been at least ten others sprinting relentlessly up and down the lanes from the thunderous noise.   

 

Towels were stacked on small trolleys, parked on every other corner next to a laundry bin of new ones. The towels were stacked in a pyramid, smaller hand towels at the top with the larger beach size down at the base. Duncan quickly slipped in to one of the bathrooms. For a brief second he stood and listened to the silence. Happy he was in there alone he threw the towel into the sink and let the tap runs, soaking the towel and wiping down his pecs and cobbled eight pack, hoping to wash away any traces of his shame and embarrassment. 

 

With most of it gone, he snuck back outside, throwing the evidence into the wash and grabbing a fresh towel. He reached for the ones at the very bottom, pulling loose without toppling over the rest. But as he wrapped it around his narrow waist it barely met in the middle because of his massive muscular thighs. Tugging and pulling harder, it only just stretched to cover his quads but a semi hard snake could still be seen hanging between his legs. He bunched up the towel to hide his throbbing cock, like he struggled to with the one Ben handed him, and move wondered in search of showers. 

 

As much as he was dreaded the idea, he had to move towards the sound of other people. Naked and barely concealed, he checked everywhere for showers, other than the direction the sound of swimming and conversation was coming from. There were no walls between the changing areas and the pool, just regular spaces for lockers and cubicles. Getting to the pool was a case of weaving around them left then right, then left, and right, until you reached the large glass chamber. The showers were built into the pillars that the held up a tier of seats above the changing area, seven by seven feet chamber with the opening facing into the pool. The pool itself was everything Duncan could have wanted, and as Ben had described; twice the length of an Olympic standard, a new level in endurance training. 

 

Still the problem was present; a naked boy wondering into a shower in full view of the public. 

 

He wondered closer to it. Other than the guys in the pool, there weren’t any others around, maybe he could get in rinse off and get out without being spotted. He peered around the corner for a while, Ben had mentioned something, two names, guys to watch out for but other than the swimmers there were no lifeguards patrolling the perimeter of the pool. Next thing was to watch the swimmers; he saw their arms slice through the water, the heads bob up and down and legs kick widely as everyone opted for free style, but no breaks, so stops, no coming above water to catch their breaths, they just didn’t stop. Drill laps without the switches and the breaks. 

 

Time to bite the bullet, he thought, since no one was coming up for air, now was a good a time as any; he lightly hopped up from the changing area and swung around the pillar, keeping to the wall and eyes out on the open. He reached and flung the taps on. Hot water jetted down from the ceiling, there was no quieter setting between monsoon and off. Duncan tossed the small towel aside, now soaked in hot water, he turned the temperature as high as his skin could handle and then let steam build up and fog peoples’ view of his naked form. His hands run up and down his body, the first time he’s actually taken to drink in his new form. Up and down the cum soaked abs his hands felt more than just the flat stomach he was used to. The massive mounds of muscles were now staked between his semi hard cock and his pecs, eight clear and lean blocks. He dared not left his hand wonder further down; he only just made it to shower to clear off the last mistake he made, giving into uncontrollable urges. But heading further up wasn’t any better. Two titanic mounds of pectorals were hard a steel, as he massaged and caressed them they didn’t yield, they weren’t supple under his touch. His nipples perk even in the heat were insanely sensitive to touch, his fingers lightly glided over them and his entire body quaked in pleasure. 

 

“What are you doing?!” spinning around his heavy body, Duncan turned to face the voice. A man as clothed as Duncan was entered the cubicle, wet from the pool water he walked in, head just missing the roof of the shower, and went to the neighbouring controls and joined the boy. “Showers are only for swimmers.” He said washing his sleek muscular body.

 

Duncan stood there, frozen. His heart was racing, pounding against the chest wall so hard he could hear it over the rushing water. 

The other man used the soap dispenser and started lathering up his body, his hand ran up and down his arm, a sleeve of tattoos up the right, obscured with jutting pecs. “So?” he asked. Duncan stood again silent and frozen to naked to naked with the lifeguard. “Are you swimming?” 

 

“Oh” the synapses in Duncan’s brain started firing again, the shock and daze faded slight but his heart was still drumming against the chest wall. “I…er…don’t have any,”

 

“See Lewis at the deep end,” he replied cutting in, if the other guy was Lewis, this had to make this guy Owen. “He has some speedos or trunks, they can be charged to your room…unless you’re hiding a wallet on you somewhere” Duncan slowly turned around shying his butt away from the other man, but a 9’ semi was peeking out from under the foam. 

 

“I’m Duncan,” he introduced himself, veering the conversation elsewhere

 

“Duncan? Why does that sound…you checked in this morning, got the free Spartan upgrade,”

 

“Yea,”

 

“I’m Owen,” confirmed. “What do you think so far, something else huh?” Duncan hadn’t noticed his head nodding at that comment, “Anyway, get to it, deep end.”

 

“But” Duncan started hands covering his manhood

 

“Now.” Popping his head out from the veil of steam, Duncan took another look around. He spotted one other guy at the far end, ducking down to get to the showers, but other than that everyone else was blazing up and down the lanes of the pool. He turned to the other end; clearing marked on the far wall as ‘DEEP’ and spotted the dark silhouette who’s body stretched as high as the wall. He walked down, long strides, freely moving, the meekness seemed to have been washed away as he proudly walked naked, to the far end. He took time to feel himself, not with his hands but with his body, feeling every muscle contract, flex and stretch out, the quads and calves thick and steel like, while the muscles his pecs and broadened shoulders rolled as he swung his heavy arms. 

 

At the desk his was presence was felt under his weighty steps. The boy at the other end, contending in size and mass with Duncan, was crouched down in red trunks by a box of googles. He turned around to stare at Duncan.

 

“Hey there,” Duncan spun his head around to look back at the showers, and back at the lifeguard “H-how did you get down here before me?” The lifeguard looked confused for a second until it twigged.

 

“I’m Lewis,” for Duncan he was still missing that revelation, looking again over his shoulder an identical lifeguard walked down, in grey and blue trunks. Owen walked around the back of the desk to join his twin brother. Owen and Lewis started rummaging through the low shelves.

 

“You’ve been to see Ben then?” 

 

“Obviously, what are you a 34 waist?”

 

“Gonna need to go a few sizes up to fit everything.”

 

“It’ll stretch”

 

“How far in advance did you have to book that?”

 

“He means the appointment with Ben,” 

 

At this point with the trunks hidden behind the desk, Duncan had lost track of which of the brothers were talking, “I didn’t”

 

“What?” “He must have just rocked up there whenever” “Lucky timing” “We’ve been trying to get in there since we started working here” “No luck though, Benny boy is popular” “You can guess” “Good results” They both stood out, tearing open a new pack of swimming trunks, this pair in a black, almost dark blue in the light. Red took the pair of trunks, walked before Duncan and got down on his knees before the naked boy, while Blue slowly moved around to stand behind the teen giant. 

 

“Lift your foot” Red said, before Duncan could insist he could dress himself, the twins had already taken on the job with great satisfaction. Red and Blue helped pull it up, it just about managed to move up past the diamond cut calves without getting caught. But as they approached the massive quads Duncan had built that morning, they tugged and pulled, stretching the fabric over the wide and vascular muscles. The trunks seemingly indestructible, made it past and up to Duncan’s junk.

 

“Mind tucking it in,” asked Blue as he stood up beside the boy, “unless you need a hand?” Nervously Duncan shook his head, grabbing his swelling cock and balls he pushed it down into the trunks; the front had a pouch, a little extra give for the insanely endowed. Two fingers pulled either side and the waistband snapped, both boys enjoying the snug fitting.

 

“They’ll have to do,” said Lewis/Blue

 

“We don’t have anything bigger than that,”

 

“Anyway we’ll charge that to your room,”

 

“You can hit the lanes.” Without further encouragement Duncan sheepishly gave his thanks to the twins before making haste to the edge of the pool. He hopped in, sending a wide wave of water out in every direction. The other swimmers were too far away at this point to feel the goliath shift in the flow and current.  

 

Kicking off the wall, he felt the ceramic crumble between his toes, as he jetted forward. His massive bulk cut through the lane as every muscle tensed and pulled his body through the water. All working at once, stretching and flexing, he felt his entire body, huge thick and powerful, working as one and getting him to the far end of the pool in a half the strokes it would have done in the weak sleek form he wanted walked into the resort with. He spun and kicked away, again feeling the stone yield under the strength of his quads. He worked harder now he knew and felt what his new body could do, his muscles relaxed and went tort as he stretched further and further for a greater stroke. His hands reached out further ahead and legs kicked away wildly. Lap after lap, he swam ceaselessly, a body made for speed and power. He lost counts of the lap, but knew he did more now than he ever could have done. As the glass dome began to dim the afternoon moved into evening, he paused for air, the first time perhaps in the few hours he spent in the pool.

 

The area was empty, other than the two twins watching and applauding from the stand, now that Duncan’s head rose above the water to hear. 

 

Pulling his body out, he struggled to stand, dazed and little dizzy, not from exhaustionA but from a lost sense of himself. Strength and balance perhaps? No, he saw the ground beneath him further away than it had been before. Looking down, even as thick pecs blocked the view of his throbbing meat and his own feet, he saw the black tiles were now smaller. As he ambled towards the shower, blinking, hoping his vision would become normal, he noticed the top of the doorways which were once feet above him, now come down to his pecs.

 

The second he left the shower he gave into the feeling on his new sense size and strength. Forgetting until the next reminder, that something was happening to him.

 

[8’5’’, 262 lbs, 8%, 11.5’’] 

[MuscleMan166]

wow thanks for the next part, I'm just wondering what do you see when you're doing the proportion of Duncan, because his physique sounds like he's a lightheavyweight bodybuilder

[blazefiresabre]

It was actually part of a challenge set by DPhoenix , he made a picture and asked for a story to be written around it. I'll ask if he still has it. Should give you some idea.

[mario2007]

8'5" and 262 is actually skinny.  You should have made him 462 lbs.  Still, AWESOME story.  More please