Popular Post Florida20 Posted January 20, 2019 Popular Post Share Posted January 20, 2019 Chapter 1 Chapter 2-4 Chapter 5-6 CHAPTER 7 I awoke in utter darkness, alert but confused. My dorm room was windowless, giving me no indication of whether it was night time or day. I sat up and let my feet find the cold tile floor. Standing was strangely easy, my body held none of the stiffness which usually accompanied it just after waking up. I stepped forward gingerly in the darkness, one hand stretched into the darkness before me in search of the wall holding the light switch, the other rubbing sleep out of my eyes. Yawning, I reached down to scratch my side and froze when my fingers touched skin. What the fuck? I felt instead of scratched, running my fingers over a set of oblique muscles as tight and defined as I’d ever felt. I felt my abs, where shallow but chiseled bricks marched from just above my groin to just below my pecs. Those…were mine? In a flash, the memories of the night last night rushed out of my sleepy fog and my heart skipped with utter exhilaration. It worked! I rushed forward, risking finding objects with my face instead of my hand, but I found the light and switched it on. I turned to my front door, where a full-length mirror hung, and saw my face sitting above an anatomy chart. That’s the best way I could describe it. Every muscle on my body stood out in sharp definition, my overhead light only increasing the look of shear definition. The first thing I noticed were my quads, always my best feature. I was used to them being hard as a rock without a pinchable bit of fat but they’d always been rather flat with the only definition being just above my knees. Now, deep valleys ran between striated bulges all the way up to my groin. These were bodybuilder legs. I flexed them, relishing the feel of that almost orgasmic squeeze and watched the muscles swell and roil. Striated balls exploded from my calves sending a jolt of energy through my body. I heard myself moan. My abs were clearly defined bricks crowded between to iron plate sets of obliques. My chest had clear striations even without flexing and my shoulders were bulging softballs that capped veined and glistening arms. In short, I looked like a bodybuilder the moment before stepping on stage. My hands kept rubbing my body but my mind allowed itself a few grounded indulgences. How did I get here? Where’s Lewis? I tried to think. I remembered driving to the silos all the way up to jamming the EpiPen of the Gods into my leg. The rest was…foggy. Patches of clarity made their way through. Lewis was talking to me. He was driving. I was…I remember there being a fire. Or something felt like fire. I looked down at my right leg and among the bulging muscle was a star shaped prick. The injection site. It was still tender to the touch. Try as I might, I couldn’t remember anything. But a glance in the mirror again erased any concern. I had to use this body. I rushed to my nightstand and checked the time. It was just after two in the morning, which didn’t matter since the gym never closed. I put on my gym gear, somewhat disappointed the clothes still fit. The scale at the gym offered another disappointment. 185 pounds, the same weight as before. Well you can’t gain weight out of nowhere, a little voice told me. I looked longingly at the weights in the mostly empty gym. But just doing that made my stomach groan. I was starving. I pulled myself way from the gym with difficulty but knew food was more important. Besides, the dining facility was just next door. Options were limited due to the off hour but I sat down with my usual oatmeal, hard boiled eggs, banana, and milk. Two minutes later, the food was gone and I was still hungry. I got another plate. Same stuff. Ate it. Still hungry. I don’t know where the food went, but I lost count of the number of servings I had before my gut finally cried for mercy. With a painful sigh, I stood, a little embarrassed to see my stomach bulging out like a third term baby resided in there. I made my escape and found myself back in the gym. I grabbed hold of a pair of thirty-pound dumbbells and began a warmup set of arm curls. At first I felt nothing unusual other than, perhaps, the weight being slightly easier to lift. But at ten reps a tingly burn started to swell in the muscle. It was like the normal burn before a good pump but this wasn’t accompanied by muscle exhaustion. Instead, my muscle felt more powerful, more alive. I switched from alternating curls to lifting both simultaneously. The burn intensified as did the powerful rush originating in my arms. The exhilaration began to flood across me. Twenty reps, thirty. The high hit my brain and I heard myself grunt as the muscle finally started to fail. But I kept pumping, relishing the feeling as my arms began to swell and fill the confines of my sleeves. There was a burn in my stomach and I felt more than saw veins swell across my body. Finally, I let the thirties fall to the ground. I looked in the mirror at the sickest pump I’ve ever had in my life…all from one set of thirties. My reflection smiled at me. I switched to forties and started to curl again. The rest of the workout was a blur. I dropped any semblance of optimizing the order of my sets, or the timing between them, or the rep count. All I did was chase that amazing feeling and did anything I could to make my body grow. And grow it did. After a set of body-weight pull ups that left my back so tattered I couldn’t even lift my arms, I could feel my skin on my shoulders and back grow tight as muscle bulged beneath it. My arms pressed against the edges of my lats as they hung uselessly while my body tried to repair itself. I switched to rows and relished the feeling of my back squeezing together, growing fuller every rep. I found myself under a squat bar, three plates loaded on each side. I’d never squatted that much but there wasn’t a doubt in my mind I could do it. My legs begged to be pushed and flexed. My quads quivered. I lowered myself and felt my dick grow hard. I pushed up and raw power flooded through me. It was like my legs orgasmed as I rose up and I felt them flex and push against my shorts. My dick pulsed; I could see it clearly beneath the tightening folds of my shorts. I dropped again and that power intensified. I saw my arms flex, veins roped across my sweat-sheened skin. Another rep. I was about to cum; I didn’t care. Another rep. Oh god. I threw the weight off my back and rushed to the bathroom. Finding a stall and closing the odor behind me, I dropped my shorts, finding it a bit tough to get the waist hem around my gorged thighs. My dick sprung out like a wild animal, rigid and throbbing and bigger than I’d ever seen it. I wrapped both hands around the shaft, the head still poking from above both. That was all it took. My still swollen muscles all contracted. I felt my glutes clench tightly as I came…and came and came. My knees buckled and I held myself up by the bar as the sensation overrode all else. Finally, my face dripping with sweat and my chest heaving, I opened my eyes. I just held myself there a moment, dazed and high on pure adrenaline and endorphins. Holy fuck, I thought as my bearings returned. I cleaned up and moved to the sinks, still breathless. Someone came in as I washed my hands and I noticed his eyes linger on me as he walked to a urinal. He said nothing but couldn’t peel his eyes away. I looked at my own reflection, seeing the swollen yet ripped Adonis stare back at me. My eyes lingered as well. I smiled. The workout was over; my stomach had overcome my brain and I headed yet again to the dining facility. I arrived at the office two hours later than my usual time but my team did little more than acknowledge my presence when I entered. They would assume I was off doing something officer-worthy. The same could not be said for Lewis however. He stared at me from the corner of his eye, his lips upturned in the faintest of smiles. I gave him a nod; the last moments of the night before still a complete blank. I sat at my desk, hoping I gave an air of normalcy as I turned on the monitor. It was hard to concentrate, I kept relishing the feel of my undershirt stretched tighter in all the right places. It wasn't much of a change, but it was A change...and certainly more of a change than two meals and a single gym session should warrant. When the day finally ended, I pulled Lewis into my office after everyone else departed and had him close the door before sitting down. His neck writhed with muscle and roped veins as he struggled to contain a smile. "What happened last night?" I asked. "You dove into a swimming pool without learning how to swim," he chuckled. "You spend all day coming up with that?" "Most of it," he answered without pause and his Mona Lisa grin finally broadened into one that showed all of his teeth. "I don't remember anything after I used the...stuff," I continued. Lewis leaned back in his chair. "Well, you writhed on the ground for about twenty minutes in probably the most pain you've ever felt in your life. I could only watch. It's not like I could have picked you up and carried you screaming through the gate. James would have definitely escalated things." He was referencing the on duty guard. "Was it that bad?" Lewis nodded. "The same thing happened my friends and me," he continued. "Your body was taking any energy stores it could and converted it all to muscle in minutes. You were feeling all the fat in your body BURN right off of you. You're lucky you were already lean. My buddy Fitz was, uh, lets say skinny-fat. It took an hour for him to finally calm down. We thought he was going to die. But when he stood up, he looked better than all of us." "So I just ate half a truckload of food and didn't feel anything like that," I countered. He responded with a shrug. "It's less painful for your body to burn food than fat stores I guess. Look, I don't know much more about this shit than you do, sir. But I do know that all you need now is food and weights and the stuff will work. Workout all you want, you won't be able to over train. You just need to eat enough to make it worth it." I paused to think about it for a moment. If I hadn't seen the results first hand I would have called bullshit. "So what about the other canisters? The red and white ones?" "I don't know what they do," Lewis replied. "I tried looking up the script written on the side but they're just the same instructions on how to use the thing. The numbers and colors are the only things differentiating one from the other." I nodded and let the possibilities wash over my brain. Then I pushed the thoughts away. "So what do I do now?" Lewis chuckled. "You grow." And grow I did. My days were filled with me either working out or thinking about working out. My appetite was insatiable. I never stopped eating and I never felt full. There would be days I gained ten pounds and kept it on. By the end of the week I'd gained fifty fucking pounds, weighing in at 235. Even so, my size wasn't keeping up with my weight. I was definitely larger but I looked maybe ten pounds bigger instead of fifty. One touch of my body gave away where the weight was hidden. My muscles were metal hard, paradoxically unyielding to the hardest squeeze yet could move and flex and grow at my pleasure. Every morning I would sit at my desk with clothes fitting a little tighter. By the end of the first week, I couldn't figure out why I was making so many typos on the computer. It was only a little while later I realized my hands were getting bigger. My feet too. That same day, my toes found themselves crammed against the inner lining of my boot. I had to limp to the supply office to make the switch. I was on cloud nine...until one morning a simmering pot finally boiled over. After concluding a meeting with my boss (who spent more time complementing my physique than conduct actual business), I walked through the office door to find most of my team standing slack jawed and silent at their desk. I followed their unified stare to find Airman Lewis with his hand wrapped around Sergeant Whitaker's neck. Whitaker's back was slammed against the wall, his hands wrapped helplessly around Lewis's iron forearms. Whitaker hung there suspended two feet off the ground. His eyes were squeezed shut in pain and his face was already a deep red. If Lewis felt Whitaker's struggle, he didn't show it. His arm remained firm and unmoving, single-handedly supporting the former bully's 210+ pounds. His uniform was now pulled tight around most of his upper body. I could see the swell of his lats bulge firmly against the seams, pulling them tight. The horseshoe of his triceps, the striations of his shoulders, the swell of his glutes were all clearly visible even through the thick canvas fabric that contained him. "Lewis!" I barked. "Put him down!" "He just won't fucking quit," Lewis yelled back, his neck red and bulging with rage. "He just keeps pushing and pushing. He's a fucking bully!" What Whitaker had done this time to set Lewis off didn't matter. By the color of his face, Whitaker didn't have long before he passed out. "Just put him down," I ordered again. Lewis gave no sign he heard me. If anything, his giant hand wrapped more tightly around Whitaker's neck. I was close enough now to put a hand on his arm, where I felt those iron tendons and muscles flaring under the strained fabric. "He can't bully you anymore," I said quietly. Something changed in Lewis's eyes then and a moment later he released his victim, letting him fall and unceremoniously crumple onto the floor. He lay there coughing and hacking, his hate-filled eyes sending daggers at Lewis. "My office. Now!" I pointed a finger at my door and gave Lewis no chance to argue. I glared at my senior enlisted leader, Master Sergeant Reeves. "Have you called a medic?" He blushed and immediately found the nearest phone to make the call. I reached down to Whitaker but he brushed me off violently as he awkwardly stood on his own power. He stopped abruptly when he made contact with me and he directed to raged eyes to me. He didn't break eye contact as he rose. "Fuck the medic," Whitaker croaked, then coughed again. He lumbered his way to the door leading outside and turned before walking through it. "Fuck all of you." Then he made his way out, the back of his neck still red with Lewis's fingerprints. I turned back to Reeves and nodded toward the door. He hung up the phone and ran out after him. Next I turned to the stunned team and made an effort to soften my gaze. None of this was their fault. "Take the rest of the day off. We'll handle it from here. Don't worry about this happening again." As they filtered out, I overheard more than a couple whispers that Whitaker had just gotten what he deserved. I was just relieved they weren't going to claim any sort of hostile work environment. Moments later, I was alone with Lewis. "What the fuck was that?" I yelled across the table. Lewis sat on a chair that moaned angrily under his weight. His sandy hair was messy and his blue eyes stared darkly at the ground. He wrung his had between both hands, making his gorged biceps jump and press hard against his uniform. Actually, his whole uniform hugged his body tightly. The camouflage pants, which were usually overly generous in the thigh area, was stretched across his quads tight enough to show the definition beneath it. Further up, I could see the giant outline of his dick extending halfway towards his knee. I pulled my eyes away and when I returned to his stare, he was smiling. "It's incredible," he said quietly and stretched his back by rolling his shoulders forward. His back bubbled up behind him like a mountain. "It's like I'm about to explode but..." "I have to punish you," I said. Lewis, still absorbed in his thoughts, merely nodded. "What do you have in mind?" 37 2 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wrestlejock646 Posted January 20, 2019 Share Posted January 20, 2019 Awesome!!! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
superkappa Posted January 20, 2019 Share Posted January 20, 2019 It just keeps getting better and better. It'll be hard (pun intended) waiting for the next chapter! I have a feeling that Whitaker will be one evil nemesis. 2 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TinyNico21 Posted January 20, 2019 Share Posted January 20, 2019 Thank you so much for this new chapter @Florida20 Everything’s getting better and better chapter after chapter !! Damn I live these super soldiers ! Really can’t wait to see what’s next... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ozymandias Posted January 20, 2019 Share Posted January 20, 2019 Have the feeling our protagonist and Lewis are going to get intimate at some point... 1 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
debate1 Posted January 20, 2019 Share Posted January 20, 2019 So great! I love this! Curious what the other guys look like and hope to see a scene of all.of them in the gym. 1 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Posted January 20, 2019 Share Posted January 20, 2019 This is, to me, the hottest story on this site. Purely in terms of turning me on, this story does it more than any other. Which is pretty incredible, considering the sheer number of stories trying to do that. So keep it up. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hardmuscl4life Posted January 20, 2019 Share Posted January 20, 2019 Great work. Extremely imaginative and well written. 1 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted January 20, 2019 Share Posted January 20, 2019 This story is so damn good. You are hitting all the right points with. Lewis is feeling what Whitaker felt when he overpowers his teammates and he likes it.Im sure Whitakewont b happy about it but he might surprise us. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FerrenWolf Posted January 20, 2019 Share Posted January 20, 2019 Each installment is so good and just makes me crave for more chapters! I can't wait to see where all the set up with the red and white canisters, and not to mention Whitaker's likely(?) revenge will lead to down the road. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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