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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! 

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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!

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I'm not usually a fan of muscle theft but this story is topnotch. The growth sequences are superb, Vlad! Thanks so much!

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Sevenaside, nice pic but Chuck is a LOT bigger than that now. 

Glad everyone seems to be liking it! 

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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.

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