xboy Posted June 28, 2017 Share Posted June 28, 2017 7 hours ago, spacevlad said: I'm trying to space these out one per day so as not to overwhelm people! And keep you thirsty bros coming back for more. Next chapter is one of my favorites in the whole story, so look for that tomorrow morning! He doesn't need to eat or water right? S this kind of magic just increase his muscles AND give him all he needs to move and lift? Wow! I need it! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
arpeejay Posted June 28, 2017 Share Posted June 28, 2017 8 hours ago, spacevlad said: I'm trying to space these out one per day so as not to overwhelm people! And keep you thirsty bros coming back for more. Next chapter is one of my favorites in the whole story, so look for that tomorrow morning! Delicious! Many thanks! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post spacevlad Posted June 28, 2017 Author Popular Post Share Posted June 28, 2017 In this chapter, Chuck goes to the steam room and encounters Eddie, a muscular Latino bodybuilder even bigger than he is. They fool around, Chuck turns the tables and becomes the bigger man, then takes everything Eddie has to offer and grows really big! This is one of my favorite chapters of the whole story. =) Chapter 6 Eddie was the only one in the steam room. He looked enormous; he had dramatic tattoos that covered big swaths of his chest, went up over his shoulders and onto his back and down his big arms. He was a bodybuilder, bulking up during the winter offseason, and he had never looked bigger. He was bigger than Chuck by a good 30lbs, and looked much harder and more muscular than Chuck’s thick, pudgy build. He had a goatee and his caramel-colored skin contrasted with Chuck’s alabaster. “Hey big guy,” Chuck said as he closed and locked the door. The steam vents shot out some more steam as he took a seat across from Eddie. He spread his arms out to either side, showing off, both size sizing each other up. Eddie eyed the impressive hills and valleys of Chuck’s forearms, thick biceps, shoulders, and traps. It was a small room, maybe the size of a small bathroom; they were only a few feet apart. Eddie nodded. “Haven’t seen you around much before, what’s your name?” Eddie said. He usually only talked with the really big, serious lifters at the gym. Apparently Chuck qualified now. “Chuck,” Chuck said, and reached over to shake Eddie’s hand. His mind screamed at him to take Eddie’s size, but he held off. He wanted to draw this out as long as he could. “I’ve been coming here for a while, I recognize you. It’s Eddie, right?” Chuck asked. “Yup,” Eddie said, relaxing his big shoulders, sweat pouring down his smooth shaved pecs and arms. “Funny, I usually know all the big guys who go to this gym,” he said. “Yeah, well I’ve been making some big gains lately, so you probably don’t recognize me,” Chuck said with a smirk. “That’s good, man, what are you training for?” Eddie said. “Oh, nothing in particular, just wanna get as big as possible. I’m 290 now, biggest I’ve ever been!” Chuck said. “Yeah man I hear you there. No such thing as too big, right?” Eddie asked with a chuckle and brought his fists together, flexing his chest and arms. They exploded with veiny muscle; he was jacked. “I’m sitting at about 320 right now, offseason. I’ve got a show in 6 months so I’m gonna try to push the bulk as long as I can before I cut,” he said. “It looks awesome,” Chuck said, his cock chubbing underneath his towel. He had dreamed of talking with big, serious lifters like Eddie before, but knew they would never give him the time of day unless he was big like them. Now here he was, talking shop with the biggest guy in the gym. “I’m impressed by how lean you are even with the bulk. Leaner than me!” Chuck said and rubbed his belly a little, spreading the sweat around and curling his red hair into ringlets. “Thanks big guy. You’ve got a lot of mass under the fat, you ever think about cutting?” Eddie said as he adjusted himself. Chuck saw something stirring underneath his towel too. “You’d look good.” “Nah bud, I just want to get huge. Gotta get as big as possible, like I said,” Chuck said. “You’re still a lot bigger than me though,” he said and stood up. He draped his towel over his waist but his thick dick was clearly visible. He adjusted the heat in the room higher, and more steam came pouring in. “Yeah,” Eddie said. “You’re close though,” he said and lifted an arm up, flexing his bicep. “22 inches,” Eddie said. “How about you?” Chuck stepped over to Eddie, standing over him. Eddie’s arm was big, a couple inches bigger than Chuck’s, and Chuck felt a swirl of emotions: jealousy, lust, anger, nervousness, and hunger to take all of Eddie’s muscles and pack them onto his own growing body. The static fuzz in his mind increased, and he had to shake his head to focus. Chuck leaned down and flexed, and his bulky arm looked small compared to Eddie’s harder, bigger peaks. “Wow bud, you got me beat,” Chuck said, his mouth dry. “I think mine are almost 20,” he said. “Yeah, you still got a ways to catch up, big guy,” Eddie said. He looked up at Chuck and noticed the big bulge in Chuck’s towel. “You like what you see, esé?” Eddie said. “I’ve always liked your size, Eddie,” Chuck said as he tried to adjust himself. It was no use. “You look so big, like the kind of size I want.” “You wanna feel?” Eddie said, and flexed again. “Go ahead, it feels good for me too,” he said. Chuck reached down and rubbed his hands all over Eddie’s arms. The steam and sweat made everything smooth and wet, and his hands felt every inch of Eddie’s flexed bicep. “Wow, it’s so hard, bud,” Chuck said. “Yup,” Eddie said matter-of-factly. “I’m hard all over,” he said knowingly. “This your first time doing this in a steam room?” Eddie said. Chuck moved his hands over to Eddie’s shoulders, traps, and bulging pecs, squeezing them, feeling the weight and hardness of them, sweat covering every inch, tracing the lines of Eddie’s tattoos. “Y-yeah it is, just never really was brave enough to come in,” Chuck said. “Heh, this is exactly why I come in here. Plenty of people at this gym who want a taste, guys and girls,” Eddie said and tensed his chest and grunted, enjoying Chuck’s hands massaging his muscles. “Works for me, as long as they’re doing the work,” he said. Veins snaked from Eddie’s chest over to his shoulders; his muscles were rock-hard; they danced under his tattoos. “You’re so big,” Chuck said stupidly as he used every bit of mental fortitude he had to stop himself from draining Eddie of every drop of size he had to offer. He tried “Years of hard work, eating right, and sacrifice,” Eddie said and raised his arms up to flex his biceps. “You don’t get this big overnight,” he said, his pits stinking up the small steam room and mixing with Chuck’s own musk. “R-right,” Chuck said with a grin as he tried to squeeze Eddie’s hard biceps in vain. He squatted down in front of Eddie and moved his hands down to Eddie’s huge, hard thighs. They were thick tree trunks of muscle, hard as rock. Chuck reached underneath the damp towel as he rubbed. He rubbed and rubbed and bumped his fingers against the biggest cock and balls he had ever felt. “Mmmm, yeah big guy, go for it,” Eddie purred and pushed Chuck’s bald head down in his lap. “Like I said, I’m big ALL over.” Chuck moved the towel out of the way and was hit in the face by Eddie’s sizable cock. It was uncut, thick and hard, and smelled musky. Chuck guessed it was about 9” long, two inches longer and definitely thicker than his own. He opened wide and wrapped his lips around it and started bobbing his head up and down. “Yeah, there you go gringo, you’re good at this!” Eddie said and rested his right hand on Chuck’s skull and played with his own nipple with the other. He groaned with pleasure. Chuck sucked and sucked, slurping at Eddie’s cock like it was a popsicle. He tasted the precum from the burly Latino and purred. The buzzing in his head roared and he felt a shiver shake up his whole body violently, and he couldn’t hold back any more. He imagined himself slurping up the size from the big bodybuilder into his own body, size flowing into him from Eddie’s garden hose cock, gulping down as much as he could. Chuck sucked with renewed vigor as he felt the connection, felt energy surge into his body. “Oh man, what is that feeling, it’s like, unnnnngggg,” Eddie grunted, not yet aware of what was happening. He looked down and saw Chuck’s traps bulge with muscle, saw his back swell wider. He threw his head back and groaned, a cold numbness making him feel sluggish all of a sudden. Chuck sucked harder and faster, gulping down size as fast as he could from the unwitting bodybuilder. He felt it; felt muscle packing onto his already big frame, felt fat and beef surging into his swelling gut, felt his body stretch longer and wider and thicker. He wanted more. It wanted it all. Eddie groaned louder, going from pleasure to discomfort. “What, what are you doing, bro, stop!” he yelled and pushed Chuck away with both hands. He was still a big guy, and had enough strength to resist. Chuck fell back onto his ass just as more steam pumped into the room. “What the hell was that, man, you drug me or something?” Eddie said angrily. Dizzy and disoriented, he leaned back. “Man, I feel light-headed,” he said. Chuck rose to his feet. He felt bigger, stronger. He stepped closer and Chuck realized he was bigger than Eddie now. Chuck’s cock throbbed angrily and he squeezed it. It felt longer, thicker, bigger than Eddie’s was just a moment ago. His mind was overwhelmed with a buzzing, roaring need for more. “I’m not done yet,” Chuck said flatly and stepped next to Eddie. He grabbed the back of Eddie’s head and pulled him forward, towards Chuck’s raging hard, leaking cock. “Man, what the fuck,” Eddie said and tried pushing Chuck, but Chuck stood his ground. Eddie looked up at the huge, sweating mountain of a man in front of him and his mouth dropped open. Chuck had not been that big a moment ago. He was clearly the bigger man now, mountainous like a big NFL lineman. Chuck took the opportunity of Eddie’s surprise to ram his hard cock into his mouth, shoving it in as far as he could. He sighed in relief and gripped Eddie’s head harder. “Yeah, take it,” Chuck grunted and thrusted his hips faster. He focused on growing, on taking every drop from the bodybuilder, and felt a torrent of power flood in though his cock, radiating through the rest of his body in euphoric pulses. Eddie groaned and tried to resist, but between the slick sweat of the steam room and Chuck’s suddenly superior size and strength, he couldn’t. He pushed against him, but each time he resisted seemed to be weaker than the last. He felt himself getting tired, and felt the weird numbness he felt earlier spread throughout his whole body. He gave one more push but Chuck hardly even felt it. Chuck adjusted his grip on Eddie’s shrinking head and pounded harder, his thickening cock spreading Eddie’s jaw apart wider. “Uhhhhnnngg, yeah little bud, feels good,” Chuck grunted and noticed his voice was deeper than it was before. He looked down over the hills of his pecs and gut and Eddie looked so much smaller. He watched as the big bodybuilder shrank and an excitement and rush of feeling powerful filled him. He couldn’t take it anymore, and his cock sprayed cum, filling Eddie’s mouth. Chuck held on to Eddie’s skull until he was done and then pulled out, the enormous length of Chuck’s cock slipping out of Eddie’s mouth with a puddle of cum. Chuck felt euphoric and sat back on the bench across from Eddie, relaxing and letting the feeling of his bigger body wash over him. Eddie coughed and sputtered, pushing himself away from the monster than had just faced fucked him. The tables had turned, and he felt cold, weak, and powerless even in the warm fog of the steam room. More steam pumped into the room, so much that Eddie’s vision was obscured. “What the fuck did you do to me!?” Eddie croaked as he looked down at his body. He looked like how he had in high school, lean and skinny, half the size of what he used to be, all the hard-fought gains of his years spent bodybuilding gone in an instant. “My…my body! How is this…” An ominous chuckle filled the little room and Eddie suddenly felt very vulnerable. “Mmm, thanks for your generous ‘donation’ little bud,” Chuck’s deeper voice boomed from the other side of the room. “What the fuck did you do to me, you freak!?” Eddie repeated, not comprehending what had just happened to him. “I took what I wanted. Your size is mine now,” Chuck explained. A massive silhouette rose up out of its seat and stood to its full height, muscles swollen out in round bulges everywhere. Eddie’s eyes opened wide in shock as Chuck stepped closer, coming into focus through the heavy steam. He felt the floor vibrate from his steps and heard muscles and tendons pop and crunch, like they were stretching for the first time and finding their place. Chuck was enormous. Several inches taller and thick with heavy muscle on every inch of his body, he was as big as a world-class strongman competitor, heavy and massive. Veins snaked over his upper chest and into his traps and delts. Muscle shook and twitched with every slight movement. His delts and arms bulged outward, round masses of muscle bigger than anything Eddie had ever seen before. Chuck grunted and stretched his neck, which was thicker than his head, and tensed the enormous, heavy pectorals that stood in front of him like a shelf. He reached down past his round, fat belly, moving it out of the way with a heavy forearm, and shifted his balls, which had become stuck to the sweaty, slick surface of his redwood thighs. His cock, still wet and fat from shooting a load, dripped with cum and looked as thick as Eddie’s wrist. He moved his hands back up, rubbing them over his round belly and furry chest; the ginger fur had curled up into ringlets in the humid air. “Fuck, you got small, bud, huh?” Chuck asked as he looked down at Eddie with icy blue eyes. “Always funny to see that. You’re like half the size as you were before! How big do you think I am now?” Chuck asked and flexed his torso in a crab pose, bringing his giant fists together. Every muscle swelled bigger. “Gotta be over 400 pounds now, I think,” Chuck said and grinned. “F-fuck…how?” was all Eddie could manage. Chuck looked well over 400 pounds now, and was several inches taller. Eddie looked over at the door. He had to get out of here before the massive hulk touched him again. “Just a little trick I picked up recently. I can take as much size as I want, slurp it right out of you.” Chuck said with a smile. Eddie couldn’t believe it. “What? That’s some stupid bullshit, I mean, that’s impossible…” Eddie trailed off as he looked down at his small, skinny, weak body and compared it to Chuck’s new mass. “Heh, you still don’t see? Your size. Is now MY size. Get it?” Chuck boomed and he took an ominous step closer to Eddie. Looking at Eddie, Chuck suddenly wondered what would happen if he kept going. If he kept taking everything, all of Eddie’s energy. Would he just disappear, or shrink so small he would get crushed? A tingling fuzz of excitement shivered up his spine. He needed the rest of Eddie’s size anyway, and he had to find out what would happen if he took it all. Eddie saw the gleam in Chuck’s eyes as Chuck looked down at him hungrily, like he was a meal, and decided to make a break for it. Eddie jolted to his feet, fighting through the pain and soreness of his atrophied muscles, and lunged for the door. He grabbed the handle was remembered it was locked just as he felt five massive fingers wrap easily around his upper arm. Eddie felt a sudden, powerful yank and he left his feet. He flew back into the room and smacked against the beefy bulk of Chuck. Eddie looked up and saw a grinning, bearded face staring down at him, hunger in his eyes framed by blond eyebrows. Chuck wrapped a massive arm around his neck and pulled him into a headlock. “Where do you think you’re going, little bud?” Chuck intoned, his deep voice sending vibrations shivering into Eddie. He leaned down towards Eddie and growled in his ear, “I’m not done with you yet.” Chuck squeezed tighter, his massive rock-hard bicep pressing painfully into Eddie’s throat. “You’ve still got plenty of size left,” Chuck purred. “Let me go!” Eddie wheezed as he choked on Chuck’s potent jock musk emanating from his hairy pits. The behemoth suddenly shifted Eddie around and lifted him into the air by gripping his arms, throwing him around like he was a child. “You’re so light now, bud!” Chuck boomed in excitement as he pressed Eddie’s back against the ceiling Eddie couldn’t help but be impressed through the fear. “Jesus, you’re strong!” “Yeah, you bet!” Chuck laughed. “But I still need more, bud! Gotta have the rest!” he said and lowered Eddie down. The former bodybuilder only came up to his chin now. “No, no, why, you’re already big enough, just let me go!” Eddie pleaded as he squirmed and tried to slip out of Chuck’s grip, trying to use the sweat and slickness of the steam room to his advantage. “No such thing as big enough, bud, remember?” Chuck grunted flatly. Chuck rebuffed Eddie’s attempts at getting away and turned him around, wrapped his huge arms around him, and easily engulfed the smaller man. He locked him into a powerful bear hug and squeezed hard. Eddie groaned, crying out for help but nothing came out but a wheeze. “No point in resisting, bud, hehe, but I admire your fight,” Chuck growled as he squeezed harder. “I’m way too strong for you to slip away now. All that size, all that power you had is mine now. And now it’s time to have the rest,” Chuck grunted as he flexed and felt Eddie start to give up his energy. With all that contact of being in a bear hug, Chuck started a full-body drain, energy pouring into him. “No, please, just stop, I need—“ Eddie said frantically, twisting and pushing as hard as he could before Chuck crushed him harder. Eddie felt the breath squeeze out of his lungs as his ribs compressed inward. “I need to get bigger, more than you’ll ever understand, bud,” Chuck said, adjusting his grip on the smaller man, lifting him up off his feet and grinding him against his growing body. “What I need, unf, is more important than what you need. Besides, in a minute you’ll be all mine.” Chuck could feel himself swelling bigger and thicker and more powerful, the energy filling him up in a way he’d never imagined. He had never taken so much before at once, and it felt mind-numbingly incredible. “Gotta get bigger, need those gains, need it ALL!” he thought to himself as he groaned. He thrust Eddie harder against his growing body, shaking the diminutive waif pressed against his bulk. He grunted and growled and crushed Eddie into his torso, squeezing the former bodybuilder between his enormous fists and his meaty chest. Lost in euphoria, he hardly noticed as the little guy seemed to dissolve into his body and wink out of existence. He just felt the energy flow come to a stop and suddenly realized he had nothing in his arms. Chuck was a bit surprised, and looked around the steam room in momentary confusion. His heart raced, and he laughed in excitement. He took a deep breath, his massive lungs filling up with warm steamy air, and breathed out, sighing in satisfaction. He felt like he had just eaten a big meal, like Thanksgiving dinner, and patted his swollen, round gut. He rolled a massive leg forward and reached—down!?—to grab the handle of the door. He unlocked it and opened, a cloud of steam exiting the room along with him. He bumped his head against the 6’8” doorframe as he stepped out. A massive foot slapped down on the wet tiled floor. Everybody nearby turned and looked, some of them audibly gasping. They had never seen anyone close to Chuck’s size. Chuck waddled over to the mirrors, every step making the locker room floor vibrate slightly. His thighs rubbed against each other, the sweat lubricating the chub rub. His belly hung down and pressed against his cock, thick as a soda can and inches longer than before, still swollen from shooting a load. Chuck turned and looked in the mirror and couldn’t help but laugh. He was gigantic. He made the strongmen he saw on TV look small now. He was thicker, heavier, and more muscular than any of them, accentuated by the sheen of sweat covering every inch. His shoulders were as side as two men, and his arms hung pendulously out at an angle to his sides, massive Christmas hams of muscle. He lifted them up and flexed, and they bulged in round, bulky peaks, not very defined but swollen with so much muscle you could still see veins throbbing to the surface. His shoulders bulged up too, round and hard, like bowling balls attached to his arms. He ran a hand down his torso, thick fingers matting down his dense copper-colored fur and felt the round bulges of his pecs and gut. He tensed his chest, feeling waves of muscle dance under the skin. A thick vein snaked up his biceps, through his shoulder, and into his massive chest, twisting and blue under his pale skin. He leaned his gut against the counter and heard it creak as it struggled to support his weight. He wondered how heavy he was now. Chuck brushed past a smaller guy as he went over to the scale. People gawked at the giant in their midst, but Chuck didn’t care. He stepped onto the scale, which rattled and shook as his big feet struggled to fit onto the small square platform. He adjusted the weights. 500lb, still too light. 550lb, nope. He went all the way up to the max, 600lb, and it barely started moving before still not balancing out. Over 600lb. “Jesus, I’m a fuckin’ TANK now,” Chuck said aloud, his voice a rumbling bass. He sauntered over to his locker and was glad he had brought larger sizes to fit into. He found the biggest tank top he had bought and struggled to fit it over his massive, sweaty frame. He didn’t care that he hadn’t showered or that the straps of the tank top were taut, hanging between his mountainous traps and barrel chest; in fact, he kind of liked it. He slipped on compression shorts, the white material stretching over his thunder thighs. They didn’t do much to hide the huge bulge in his crotch, but they were all that fit him now. He pulled out the new shoes he had bought and they barely fit over his fatter, wider, longer feet. Finally, he grabbed his U of M hat, adjusted it to a bigger size, and slid that over his smooth scalp until the rim of it sat right at eye level, hiding his pale blue eyes. As he zipped up his bag, even though he had more than doubled in weight over the course of 10 hours, all he could think about was growing even bigger. 2 1 30 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blake Posted June 28, 2017 Share Posted June 28, 2017 WOW.... ? fantastic. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lighterstill Posted June 28, 2017 Share Posted June 28, 2017 I see why you like this one so much... Hope it's only up from here for Chuck! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sevenaside Posted June 29, 2017 Share Posted June 29, 2017 1 1 11 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
arpeejay Posted June 29, 2017 Share Posted June 29, 2017 I'm not usually a fan of muscle theft but this story is topnotch. The growth sequences are superb, Vlad! Thanks so much! 6 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MrAlice Posted June 29, 2017 Share Posted June 29, 2017 Dude, I am in LOVE with Chuck 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
spacevlad Posted June 29, 2017 Author Share Posted June 29, 2017 Sevenaside, nice pic but Chuck is a LOT bigger than that now. Glad everyone seems to be liking it! 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
spacevlad Posted June 29, 2017 Author Share Posted June 29, 2017 The next two chapters are told from the perspective of Mike, a smaller guy who goes to Chuck's gym. In this chapters, Mike admires Chuck's huge size and strength at the gym while trying not to catch the big guy's attention. Chapter 7 Mike closed the door of his car and walked quickly across the parking lot. Plumes of steam rose from his mouth, the cold air encouraging him to move quickly into the gym. Ice started forming on the mustache of his trimmed black beard and he mentally counted down the months until it was summer again. Mike was 160 and 5’10”, lean and trim. He had always been a skinny kid growing up, but had done well to add some muscles after college to try to attract more guys. Now 27, he had matured nicely into a fit otter, as his body had a thick coating of black hair all over. He often just hit the gym for cardio, but he mixed in a little weight training now and then, if only see the other big guys lifting. The eye candy kept him motivated and coming back, and if he was being totally honest, it the main reason he had started going to the gym in the first place. He had always had a thing for big muscular guys, the mature men with thick powerlifter kinds of builds. Mike waved his phone in front of the scanner until he heard the beep and walked into the gym. As was his habit, he did a quick scan to see who of his favorites were here today. Burly college bro guy, Asian offseason bodybuilder guy, overweight but kind of hot daddy muscle guy, ugly but crazy strong guy who always smelled like he hadn’t showered…but then Mike saw someone that made his jaw drop. A behemoth of a man, the biggest guy he’d ever seen in his life, was over at the squat rack with an insane amount of weight on his back. Mike couldn’t help but stare. The guy had his back to him, but in the mirror he could see a red chinstrap beard, a U of M hat that looked too small on him, a bright yellow tank top that didn’t cover up much of his massive torso, and black leggings that hugged every inch of his pumped up thighs and ass. He towered over the other people around him and looked twice as thick and wide as everyone else in the gym. He was soaked in sweat, which dripped onto a wet patch on the floor as he went down for another rep. Mike almost ran into another gym goer as he stared. The guy had to be, what, 400lbs? Bigger? Mike didn’t have anything to compare this guy to in his personal experience, and his size frankly boggled him. He adjusted his quickly chubbing cock as he made it to the locker room to change. After changing, Mike came back out to the gym. He rounded the corner and the huge guy was right there in front of him at the water fountain, bent over and slurping loudly. Mike marveled at him. He walked up near him, pretending like he needed a drink too. Mike’s nose twitched as he noticed a cloud of musk hanging around the behemoth as he got closer. The guy finished his drink and stood back up to his full height and Mike suddenly felt very short; he only came up to the guy’s shoulder. He realized he had grossly under estimated his size earlier; the monster had to be well over 500lbs. He was thicker than Mike was wide, and probably as wide as two Mikes standing side to side. Water dripped off his lips and down onto his tank, the water mixing in with the sweat soaking the thin material. He turned and looked down at Mike and smirked, sizing him up quickly with a grin. “All yours,” the behemoth intoned as he brushed past Mike, his huge shoulder nearly knocking Mike over. Mike went about his workout, trying to focus on doing chest and tris but always with one eye on the unnamed behemoth. Mike pretended to look at his phone after a set of dumbbell bench press, but was really looking in the mirror to watch the big guy from across the room, watching his huge ass bulge out of his leggings and his gut swell forward as he squatted. He moved over to the tricep pulldown machine a while later, going out of his way to walk past where the big guy was adding more weight to his deadlifts, Mike’s mouth dropping open as he watched arms and shoulders twitch and flex as the monster lifted a 45lb weight like it weighted 10lb. Mike looked over again after his first set of pull downs and the big guy caught him looking; he quickly looked away and pretended to text someone on his phone. He was torn between wanting to be coy and not get in trouble and wanting to eye-fuck this monster as much as he could before he left to burn his image into his brain. After a while a small crowd started to gather around the big guy as he put more and more weight on the bar as he did deadlifts, the loud clanking and slamming of the weights drawing attention. Mike tried to ignore it but eventually decided to watch too. When else would he get the chance to see someone THAT big? Mike tried to count up how much weight he had on the bar, but he kept losing track because there were so many plates. The big guy knelt down, bent over, wrapped his straps around the thick bar, and easily started cranking out deadlifts, the weight slamming to the ground each time before exploding back up. The bar bent dramatically as he went up, scraping along the monster’s Underarmour leggings. It went on for what seemed like a full minute, reps flying by, until the monster starting shaking with the effort of lifting god knows how much and finally stopped. Some of the other gym bros approached him, slapping his back, and Mike faded away. He was too shy to say hi, and besides he had a raging hard on from watching the insane display of strength. He decided to go upstairs and do cardio. Upstairs, Mike couldn’t see the behemoth anymore, but he could still him grunting, could still hearing the weights slamming around. Mike put his headphones on and tried not to think about the giant downstairs or how much he wanted to touch all that burly muscle. After 45 minutes, Mike figured the big guy might be gone, so he headed downstairs to leave. As he came down the stairs, he spotted the monster, who had moved on to doing machine rows with the weight maxed out. It looked too easy for him. Mike noticed the red and grey chest hair sprouting out of his tank top and gulped. He had never wanted someone more. Mike stared, and the big guy looked up to see him and stared right back. He grinned at Mike and Mike felt like he might die of embarrassment. He hurried back to the locker room. In the locker room, Mike changed out of his clothes and headed to the showers. He himself was soaked with sweat after all that cardio and had a nice chest pump from lifting. He looked at himself in the mirror as he went by and liked what he saw, but then frowned. Would a guy like the behemoth ever go for someone as small as him? It was all wishful thinking anyway, no way the guy was gay. Mike went to the back stall of the showers, one of the bigger handicapped stalls he liked using, and turned on the water. He started lathering himself up, but a sound made him pause. Heavy footsteps and grunting, followed by a shadow coming over the curtain of his shower. Mike looked up and saw a bald head and blue eyes peering over the curtain down at him. It was the behemoth! “There you are, little bud,” the huge guy said as he opened the curtain and stepped in. 1 20 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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