Popular Post Mikeytron Posted December 2, 2018 Popular Post Share Posted December 2, 2018 (edited) EDIT: so four years after posting the scrap of a story below, I revised, expanded, and completed the whole thing. You can read it here: https://metabods.com/mbxy/site/story.php?id=gene-hack-2217 the version below is unaltered from 2018, for archival purposes Gene Hack Hey, it's been a long time, but here's a muscle growth story. It's kinda unfinished, I guess, so if you have any suggestions about where to take it, let me know. It's sort of dark. I hope you like it - Mikey Alex sat in his buddy's office at the University, fidgeting. He was lucky that his old undergraduate room-mate, Adi, had gone on to a career in genetic research, and that he had a few favours to turn in. To be honest, Alex didn't know where else to turn. Adi told him it'd take at least five or six hours to analyze the sample and bring back any useful information. Plenty of time for Alex to go home and come back. But he didn't want to go home. Images flashed through his head of what was waiting for him back there. It was pretty disturbing when he left this morning. He shivered to think what was waiting for him by this point. He knew the longer he put it off, the worse it would be. He knew Tom was alone, probably scared, probably suffering. But he just couldn't face what his room-mate was transforming into. The office door opened and a tired-looking Adi stepped in. "Well?!" Alex said, knowing he was being rude, not caring. The last week had his nerves rubbed raw. Adi looked at his old room-mate. "I give you these results, and you delete those pictures of me, right?" Alex nodded hastily. "Yes, yes, god yes. Have mercy, man, tell me what you found." Adi shut the door firmly, strode to his desk, and let his body collapse into his office chair. He exhaled long and slow. "Alex, to be blunt: your friend is totally fucked." * Bodybuilders began showing up heavier and larger at competitions. Not the incremental size increases that the last few decades had shown - we're talking Olympia contenders slabbing on 40, 50, even 60 lbs of mass between last year's competition and this one. 300 lbs on the contest stage wasn't an anomaly anymore - it was the new normal. Then, a few months later, 350. It was a secret, for a little while, how this was happening. But where there's desire, there's a market, and where there's a market.... Soon, boutique genetic modification for bodybuilders was de rigeur for elites - and for hobbyists who could afford the steep price-tag. "We don't delete the genes that prompt the body to produce myostatin," one youtube advertisement claimed. "We moderate those genes, gradually reduce their activity, so muscle growth can continue far beyond natural limits, but in a way that doesn't threaten your health or long-term longevity." It cost a lot of money. Several years of growth hormone levels of "a lot." A new car, and a nice one at that. But when Big Ramy showed up at the 2021 Olympia weighing 435 lbs... it was hard to argue with results. When there's a service in high demand, with a high price, scammers and charlatans will gather in the shadows to feast. * Tom heard good things about the clinic in Mexico. They'd do the myostatin modification for a cut rate - about 1/10th of what it cost to have it done in California. Dudes who had it done posted before and afters on the forums he frequented. He knew they could be faked, an orchestrated army of pretend satisfied customers. But he wanted to believe. He had been trying to muscle up for several years now. Any sensible person would believe he had succeeded. He had been a cute 155 lbs twink. Two years later, he was 195 lbs of beef, leaner, broader, wider, arms pushing toward 17". It wasn't enough. It wasn't fast enough. He had already done two steroid cycles, was committed to the blast and cruise lifestyle, had tried human growth hormone, had dabbled in insulin.... Everyone told him he was big. He didn't think so. To him, big was... well, it was Big Ramy. It was the other Olympians. It was the fever dreams he had that turned his cock to a steel rod, men even bigger than that, almost too over-muscled to move, frames overwhelmed, drowning in their own meat. Room-filling roided up beef heap. Tom wanted to get HUGE. So he contacted the clinic, made an appointment, got his passport, and headed for the border. It wasn't even an overnight stay. * Adi pinched the bridge of his nose. The poor guy's DNA was a mess. A real hatchet job. Whoever had done this was more butcher than scientist. "What do you mean, he's fucked?!" "I mean, the genes meant to modulate his growth, keep it from just... being permanently stuck in overdrive.... They're gone. They're not modified, they've just been clumsily hacked out. His poor DNA is ripped apart. And that's why he's... in the condition he's in." "Is it going to stop?" Adi looked at his old room-mate. "You're smarter than that, Alex. You know the answer to that. I don't know how to help this poor man. He's likely to just.... Continue growing until his skin rips apart, or his organs fail, his bones are crushed, or something else. I'm very sorry. All I can think to do is to make him comfortable. Take him to the hospital. Dope him up until the inevitable end." Alex swallowed hard. He had trouble accepting what his friend was telling him. But it all made sense. "... OK. Thank you, Adi." He got up, collected his things, fumbled with his jacket, realizing his vision was blurring. "And those photos." "What?" "Those photos. You know the ones. They're deleted, right? I have a family, Alex." "Christ, Adi. Yes. They're deleted." "Good." * The weeks after Tom received the treatment were unreal. He loved it. He was blowing up like a meat balloon, adding several pounds a day. Each trip to the gym he was substantially stronger. Every few days he outgrew another article of clothing. He was always hungry. It was like it was impossible for his body to get too much fuel. He would gorge himself in the evenings, eating until it hurt, until his hard, ab-cobbled stomach, stuck out like he was pregnant. He always woke up with it flat again, a tight 31". He knew all that food was turning to muscle. It made him want to eat even more the next night. It made him want to stuff his face every waking moment he wasn't in the gym. Every workout was an event. He felt people staring. Everyone knew it wasn't natural, what was happening to him. He hit 225 lbs so fast he barely even noticed it. But his room-mate, Alex, noticed it. "Fuck, Tom, you're... really blowing up." Tom hadn't told anyone about the procedure. To be honest, he was a little private about it. A little embarrassed. But he figured people would realize something was up soon enough.... "I had that procedure done," he said. "What?" "The muscle growth gene hack that all the pros are getting. It's gonna be the key to really freak size." "Wow. Like.... How big....?" Tom smirked, feeling his dick stir in his pants. This was turning him on. He grabbed his phone and flipped through his photo stash of extreme bodybuilders. He found a video of Nic Vullioud so grossly overgrown his head seemed to be trapped between his pecs, traps, and delts, on the verge of being swallowed up. The poor guy could barely waddle - no, totter - around, turning himself sideways to get through a door, pecs and lats scraping the frame regardless. "That big, if I'm lucky." "Holy fuck, Tom!" "Yeah, I know. Intense, right?" "You want that?" "Hell yeah, man. I want it more than anything. That's why I went and had it done, after all." "Jesus. That's... that's a lot." "Heh. Well. Get used to it. You're gonna be living with a beast, man." * Alex heard the shout from the bathroom. "What happened?! Are you OK?!" "I'm better than OK, dude, I'm 350 fucking pounds!" Alex couldn't believe his eyes. Even though he'd been living with Tom as he'd rapidly inflated with mass, he hadn't seen him like this. Ass about to explode out of a tortured pair of briefs that might have fit 80 lbs ago. Veins the size of copper pipes, looking like they might rip out of his skin if he flexed too hard. Each movement slow, awkward. Tom looked like he was about to pop. He had the biggest grin on his face, like a kid on Christmas. He raised his arms, grotesque globs of bicep and tricep hanging under their own weight, skin criss-crossed with stretch marks, and he flexed. His biceps balled up towards his fists. His triceps battled uneasily with his lats for space. "Fuck! Don't do that!" Alex yelped, flinching. Tom laughed and flexed harder. "Hahaha, too much for you, little guy?" His dick was clearly hardening rapidly, the briefs straining tighter around his watermelon glutes. Tom laughed again and flexed, flexed, flexed. "I'm not even pumped," he grunted. "Dude..." "I can't wait to get even bigger man, this is so addictive." Flex. Flex. "Dude...." "I bet I can hit 400 by Christmas, fuck yeah, grrrr." Flex. Flex. "DUDE!" "Fuck, chill out. What?" "You're.... You're bleeding, buddy." "What?" Alex pointed. The thickest, darkest, angriest stretch mark, the one at Tom's pec-delt tie in, a stretch mark thicker than a thumb, was oozing dark blood. Just a little bit. "Growing too fast for my skin...." Tom said breathlessly, eyes full of wonder. His cock visibly throbbed in his about-to-explode underwear. Pulse. Pulse. Pulse. There was the sound of ripping fabric, and his thick seven incher burst free, the underwear disintegrating. Alex was stunned. Tom.... Tom was getting off on this. Tom shook his head, grabbed a few squares of toilet paper, and tried to dab the blood away from his tearing-apart stretch mark. He couldn't reach. "Fuck, dude.... Little help?" Alex reluctantly took the toilet paper and started dabbing away the dark blood. He felt a strange combination of nausea, fear, and... fuck, dare he admit it? Was it desire? He could practically see Tom growing in front of him. Alex stopped dabbing the blood away and laid his hand on Tom's trap. His fucking trap... it was bigger than a fucking quad. It was too thick for him to span it with his fingers outstretched. It reached up to Tom's fucking ear. It was hot to the touch. "Fuck dude.... I'm unstoppable. I'm just going to keep growing and growing and growing...." Tom groaned, then, leaned forward, grabbed the sink with his bloated, muscular hand, veins pulsing like they were fit to burst. He groaned again and then, without warning, him came, without touching himself, cock spasming helplessly, fountaining. Edited November 2, 2022 by Mikeytron New version of the story is available 50 2 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Heyitsme Posted December 2, 2018 Share Posted December 2, 2018 Holy crap, please continue this story 2 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted December 2, 2018 Share Posted December 2, 2018 i hope they find something that can help him or else his dream will kill him 4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goremeridian Posted December 2, 2018 Share Posted December 2, 2018 Great story, tight writing. Tonally, you walk the middle ground between erotic and horrific, which is not easy to pull off. I'm seriously impressed....and as much as my stomach turns thinking about Tom's skin splitting, I can't help but want him so get so much BIGGER.... 4 1 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
anormorph Posted December 2, 2018 Share Posted December 2, 2018 someone needs some help with regular, special rub-downs to improve the elasticity of the skin.... Great dip back into writing! 1 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hialmar Posted December 2, 2018 Share Posted December 2, 2018 Frightening but good. 1 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheOnceandFutureFreak Posted December 2, 2018 Share Posted December 2, 2018 Amazing work 1 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MegaMassiveMuscleMonster Posted December 2, 2018 Share Posted December 2, 2018 Omg this is awesome 1 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
iluvmassivemusl Posted December 2, 2018 Share Posted December 2, 2018 Pls part 2, I'll do anything lol 1 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Trippin Posted December 2, 2018 Share Posted December 2, 2018 Oh boy you play my fetishes like an upright bass. 2 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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