Popular Post Hialmar Posted January 27, 2018 Popular Post Share Posted January 27, 2018 (edited) Forced to be bro Coach pushed the button again. Josh's fear didn't fade away. If anything, it increased. But it was now increasingly mixed with something else. A, now familiar, fourth warm wave of heaviness, and yet lightness, spread through his body in a pleasant way, and he became aware of his body in a new way. Heaviness. And yet lightness. He was soaked in the ugly-smelling cold-sweat he had exuded, when he struggled and resisted Coach. It had been to no avail. Coach was bigger than Josh, the sort of man Josh had aspired to become. Now, he found himself strapped to a chair in the locker room, an IV needle inserted in his arm and weird electrode-looking stuff fastened to all his major muscles, and temples even. Coach had probably gone insane, and Josh feared for his life. God knows what unsafe substance Coach allowed to enter Josh's body? And the electronic equipment? Weird ideas by a weird man. Coach pushed the button again. Heaviness. And yet lightness. Body. The terrified incoherent chatter in Josh's mind ran in all directions. He felt dizzy, nauseous. His compression shirt clung to his waist, chest and shoulders in a sticky way. His feet felt heavy inside his trainers, and he could sense the scent of his athletic socks, as they clung to his calves: The honest sweat after a workout, reeking in the locker room. Male sweat. The testimony, that he had done his best, and performed well. Coach pushed the button again. Heaviness. And yet lightness. Body. In a pleasant way. It had happened after the others had already left. Josh had been delayed – on purpose, as he now realised. He knew, that Coach wanted to increase his (and the other members') performance, and some sorts of supplements (not all of them entirely legal) had been part of the routine for some time, now. But this sort of drip-plus-electrodes was something unknown and entirely new, and Josh felt rigid by fear. Side-effects? Consequences? Forced to undergo whatever Coach wanted him to undergo. Coach pushed the button again. Wave. Heaviness. And yet lightness. Body. In a pleasant way. It actually felt rather good. One part of him began to relax. The excitement of another part of him had just begun to increase. He felt so present. Bodily present. In the chair. His arms resting in the armchair. His bum at the seat. Thinking of that, his glutes felt warm, too. Hot and sore, like after a leg workout. Legs. Thinking of that, his quads and hamstrings felt hot and sore, too. Like some pump going on. Which was actually a nice feeling. Coach pushed the button again. Warm. Wave. Heaviness. And yet lightness. Body. In a pleasant way. Relaxed and excited at the same time. Bodily present and resting. All his muscles felt hot, sore and firm. Like after a workout. His socks clung to his calves. Calves felt like concrete blocks now. He was unable to lift his legs. He felt so relaxed, so he couldn't move his back. Hot, sore and firm back. His compression shirt expanded, tight around his widening back, expanding chest and bulging shoulders. The expanse of his back, chest and shoulders defined and limited by the compression shirt – a definition and limit now changing. Moving. Expanding. Redefining former definitions and limits. Hot, sore and firm chest. Hot, sore and firm shoulders: All three parts of his shoulders. Rear, middle and front. Bulging. Bulbous. Hot and sore. Felt good. Coach pushed the button again. Warm. Wave. Heaviness. And yet lightness. Body. Spread. In a pleasant way. Yes, it literally felt good. Why bother? Why worried before? Felt pumped. Felt growing. Felt like a real bruiser taking his medicine. Wow. Bigger than coach now. Biggest. Not so sore any longer. Better. Felt better. Hot and firm body. No: Hot and hard body. So good. Shoulders and traps. Growing in all direction. So good. Huge. Ravine forming between his pecs. Oh, fuck, yes, deeper! Deeper! Continuing between abs. Pain. Good pain. Harder. Harder abs. Narrow waist. Heat in quads. Expanding. Heat in hamstrings. Expanding. Heat. Burning heat in calves. Socks expanding around his calves. Shorts felt uncomfortable. Mostly uncomfortable. One aspect of his shorts felt comfortable: His meat inside the jockstrap. Throbbing inside the jockstrap. Throbbing against his shorts. Big legs. Oh, fuck, his arms, too! HIS ARMS! Coach pushed the button again. Warm. Wave. Heaviness. And yet lightness. Awareness of. Body. Spread. In a pleasant way. He shuddered in the chair now. Shuddered by the power that flowed into him, shuddered by growth, shuddered by the FEELING of it. Fuck yeah! Look at this! Thug brawn! Real bro! Jock power! Not sore. Heat. Heavy and light. And power. This strength. So good. Condition! Changing limits. Expanding all over! Real ace, innit. Wait until I show up at home and show Olivia THIS. And the throbbing python. Impress her. This bro. With bro muscle. No, more: Muscle-god. Felt awesome. Becoming more. Becoming... Oh, fuck, so AWESOME! Like he was built of bowling balls, footballs. Medicine balls. Melons. GRANITE GLOBES! Fuck, look at this! Look at me! LOOK AT ME! Coach pushed the button again. Heat. Wave. Heaviness. And yet lightness. Awareness of. Power. Body. Spread. In a pleasant way. His body spasmed and convulsed in a sweet way now: Yeah, real sweet, innit. How would he be able to think about numbers, figures, stats now? They didn't matter. BIG was what mattered. BIG. BIGGER. HUGE. Steel-hard. More! Yes! More! The heat. The pleasure. The growth. Muscle-god heat. Muscle-god pleasure. Muscle-god growth. It didn't matter, that Coach had a hard-on in his tracksuit bottoms. Look at me, you insignificant shit! Look at this muscle mass! Tremble before me, you bloody wanker! Tremble before this MASS MONSTER! So good. His shorts ripping apart. Unable to resist his ENGORGED quads and POWER hamstrings, letting the throbbing jock out. I'm AWESOME! All body throbbing now. Throbbing of power. Throbbing of growth. Muscle-god power. Muscle-god growth. Wow. The compression shirt. Couldn't take it anymore. Not with THIS back and chest inside! Exploding out of my clothes! Unable to contain me! No limits! UNLIMITED GROWTH! Expanding. HARD! HARDER! INVINCIBLE! These traps! This bull-neck! Love it! The scent. My bro sweat. My jock sweat. My muscle-god sweat. Fuck, yeah, inhale my ultra-testo, fukking tosser. The URGE! More! Need more! Must have more muscle mass! The definition! Unbelievable! These veins! Pump beyond pump. Even better! Bulging all over. Muscle ecstacy! UNLIMITED STRENGTH! Ripping these weak straps apart. Don't stare, dweeb. I will remain in this chair. I will sit on this THRONE OF GAINZ and ABSORB all ultra-gear and all POWER juice you can cram into me. His instincts told him to flex. He flexed. It felt good. Coach looked scared now. It felt good, too. Obey me! NEED MORE!!! Coach pushed the button again. Heat. Wave. Heaviness. And yet lightness. Awareness of. Power. Body. Muscle. Power. Spread. Pleasure. The being, that had been Josh, was now unable to think coherently, even less speak coherently. As it rapidly indurated and spread in all directions it moaned and groaned. Grunted. Roared. Bellowed. It had the power inside it. It embodied power. It was power. It was strength. It was masculinity. It was brawn. It was mass. It grew, gained, bulged and expanded. Its roars and bellows intensified. The scent of sweat and pre-cum was very intense in the locker room, now. Coach pushed the button again. Heat. Wave. Growth. Gainz. Heaviness. And yet lightness. Awareness of. Power. Bulging. Body. Engorged. Muscle. Coach pushed the button again. Power. Spread. Pleasure. Coach pushed the button again. Coach pushed the button again. Power. Oh, fukk, look at me Coach! Pleasure. Power. Uhnnnnn. Pleasure. Uhnnnnnn. Power. Fuck, yes, MORE! Pleasure. Fukk, can't belive... Innit? So... Power. Pleasure. Power. Pleasure. Power. Pleasure. Power. Pleasure. Power! Pleasure! Power!!! Pleasure!!! Power!!!!! Pleasure!!!!! POWER!!!!!!! PLEASURE!!!!!!! POW... Oh, fukk!!!!! Uhh! PLEASURE!!!!!!!! PLEASURE!!!!!!!! PLEASURE!!!!!!!! PLEASU ... Coach pushed the button again. Edited March 9, 2019 by Hialmar small details, language, more language 39 6 7 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
anticrombie Posted January 27, 2018 Share Posted January 27, 2018 I love the cadences you work into your stories. 1 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hialmar Posted January 27, 2018 Author Share Posted January 27, 2018 Thank you. Each writer find his own style. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pills Posted January 27, 2018 Share Posted January 27, 2018 I definitively loved this one! It pushed all... how to say it... MY buttons! Thanks! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BigRedPanda Posted January 28, 2018 Share Posted January 28, 2018 Damn, that's one hot story. Great job, hope we get to read more! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hialmar Posted January 28, 2018 Author Share Posted January 28, 2018 3 hours ago, AlphaWolf said: Damn, that's one hot story. Great job, hope we get to read more! Thank you. Probably not more about Josh, but I have a short story, called Hulk Out, in the pipeline. I have to ask for advice from some people about that one. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BigRedPanda Posted January 29, 2018 Share Posted January 29, 2018 8 hours ago, Hialmar said: Thank you. Probably not more about Josh, but I have a short story, called Hulk Out, in the pipeline. I have to ask for advice from some people about that one. Oh? That sounds promising! And what kind of advise are you seeking? Let me know if I can help. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RecoveringLearner Posted January 29, 2018 Share Posted January 29, 2018 17 hours ago, Hialmar said: Thank you. Probably not more about Josh, but I have a short story, called Hulk Out, in the pipeline. I have to ask for advice from some people about that one. Great story, sir! Not more about Josh, or not more about the muscle-beast that used to be Josh? Your vignettes are well-done...they tell the story, and let the the reader's mind extend the tale. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hialmar Posted January 29, 2018 Author Share Posted January 29, 2018 (edited) 12 hours ago, AlphaWolf said: Oh? That sounds promising! And what kind of advise are you seeking? Let me know if I can help. As you might have noticed, English is not my native tongue, but I have lots of fun with using Elizabethan English when I write in a fantasy setting, and I have lots of fun learning and using British-English slang and dialects when I write about cockneys, scousers and geordies. The setting of Hulk Out is an imaginary milltown full of council flats and disused factories, and surrounded by sheep-infested countryside and moors oop North. I visited Yorkshire, Lancashire, Merseyside and Greater Manchester once, and fell in love with that part of the country. It feels more REAL than the Metropolitan area and the home counties (that are the standard destinations to us foreign tourists), in some way. So the advice I seek is about dialects, slang and colloquialisms used by my northern English working-class protagonists. I want the dialogue to be as authentic as possible. Edited January 29, 2018 by Hialmar tourism Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hialmar Posted January 29, 2018 Author Share Posted January 29, 2018 3 hours ago, RecoveringLearner said: Great story, sir! Not more about Josh, or not more about the muscle-beast that used to be Josh? Your vignettes are well-done...they tell the story, and let the the reader's mind extend the tale. Thank you. I am flattered. Elegant logic there, but no, this is a standalone story. The vivid imagination of the readers is the best continuation of all standalone short stories. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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