hardmuscl4life Posted March 28, 2019 Share Posted March 28, 2019 That was fun. Please keep it going. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jtchef2 Posted March 29, 2019 Share Posted March 29, 2019 Awesome story so far!! I can't wait to read more Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JGMacroCreations Posted March 30, 2019 Share Posted March 30, 2019 Oh my god... yes this is sexy but that ending to the chapter had me rolling in laughter. Its a very fascinating way to make someone grow, Love it. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mdlftr Posted March 30, 2019 Share Posted March 30, 2019 I LOVE the dialog - ======================== Dave turned around to look at his boyfriend. Then back at me. Then back at his boyfriend. “You’re hotter,” he said to Luke. He went over to his Luke and wrapped his arm around his waist. “I got distracted by the new and shiny.” Luke didn’t break the embrace but did pull away a little. “Forgive me?” Dave said and kissed Luke’s neck. Luke blushed a bright scarlet and pushed him away. “Alright, alright. Just keep your tongue in your head.” Dave looked back at me. “But there are so many new places to put it.” ====================== Excellent writing! I sometimes wonder (am pretty sure) whether we have professional writers in this group. The way the dialog flows, the effortless movement of the plot, the casual descriptions of muscle and growth that don't seem shoehorned into the text.....It's all good! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post TQuintA Posted March 30, 2019 Author Popular Post Share Posted March 30, 2019 Chapter 5 Pastel pink pulses and swirling silver sparks filled my vision. I was swallowed by a pleasure so intense that I felt gravity pull me in every direction like a whirlpool. I was simultaneously outside my body, an existence of pure joy and sensation, and inside my body, aware of every cell as I expanded outwards. Deep within the core of me, I roiled in the eddies of unbridled euphoria, no longer aware if I was standing or floating. When I came back to the world, I looked down to survey my new kingdom. I was still growing. I had already surged large enough to threaten the very limits of my clothing. I was panting rapidly to catch my breath, and my shirt burst off my expanding chest. My pecs were now large enough to extend out in supple roundness. My shoulders ripped through their respective sleeves as my shoulders crept their way into my peripheral vision. My biceps now were ripe and full, even unflexed. My back had started to expand and widen too, creating a taper down to my waist. I was still acting on reflexes, huffing for air to fuel my transformation. I tore off the shreds of my shirt and revealed that my waist, still at its former size, now sat below a six pack etched in a stark relief map of valleys and peaks. I had been so distracted by the intensity of my changes and the spectacle of my upper body that when I heard a loud pop, I didn’t immediately realize that the seat of my jeans had given way all at once. My ass had forced its way through the pants designed for a much smaller man. The seams down my thighs and calves were fraying slowly downwards, as the growing muscles of my legs unzipped the stitching. And then, calm. Seeing that the growth had subsided, Luke, with a gleam in his eye, pulled on the fabric around my waist. With a little effort, it gave, and there I stood, naked in my full majesty. Dave took a step back to admire me. “This will do nicely,” he murmured. Luke nodded, adding, “I’ll say.” Once I had finally caught my breath, my hands roamed all over myself. My body extended in dimensions it never had, like I was wearing an oversized suit of armor over my familiar, real form. If I didn’t feel my fingers press on the unrelenting flesh of my chest, I would’ve thought it was a stranger’s body. My exposed cock rose and hardened. I was so enrapt, I couldn’t speak. Suddenly, Dave’s face darkened. “I think we overdid it.” Luke moved over to stand next to Dave so he could see me from Dave’s point of view. He looked me up and down. “What do you mean? He’s perfect.” Dave dragged me to the scale. I was still pliant, so I followed. 150. “We made him bigger than me.” “Barely.” Luke said. “You’re still prettier.” “I know I’m still prettier,” Dave said. “But he’s bigger. I just became the smallest in our friend group.” “Two pounds,” Luke reassured. “It’s nothing.” Quickly but fastidiously, Dave removed his clothes until he too was naked. He pulled me down off the scale to compare our bodies side by side in Luke’s mirror. There were more obvious differences: he had a well-groomed thicket of dark blond chest hair whereas I was nearly hairless, he had a tan whereas I was still rather fair, and he had his foreskin whereas I was circumcised. But it was the subtler differences that Dave was interested in: my chest was a bit more prominent, my arms a little thicker, and my shoulders a hair broader. “It’s a good thing it’s not a nude scene,” Luke joked. “You’d need surgery to match.” When Dave looked down to compare our cocks—his was bigger—he noticed just how small my waist was. He stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my midsection. “I thought it was just because of his shoulders, but his waist is impossibly small. If he’d built this muscle naturally, I doubt he could’ve kept it this tiny.” Having come back into myself, I was about to ask Dave to let go when I felt his firm erection press against my ass. I broke out of his grasp, spun around, and backed away with my hands in the air. “Lower your weapon, soldier.” “Aye aye, sir,” Dave said with a salute and a wink. He gestured to his rigid eight incher. “But you armed me, Chrissy.” “It seems like you don’t care that I’m bigger than you, now.” “If you look good, I’ll look good.” Dave then threw one arm around Luke’s shoulders and pointed at him with the other. “And I like my men bigger. Besides, I’m still hunky, total pin-up material. You can’t take that away from me.” He smiled his full million-dollar smile. “Either you two need to get dressed, or I need to get naked,” Luke scoffed. Dave’s eyes bounced back between Luke and me, lurid ideas floating through his head. He was about to speak when there was an intense rumbling sound. “Was that my stomach?” I asked. “Or a truck drove through the room,” Dave replied. “That killed the sexy.” “Did you have lunch yet?” Luke added. “No. Nor breakfast.” Luke nodded. “That explains it. You just put on forty pounds of muscle, and you haven’t eaten all day.” Dave let go of Luke and began to re-dress. “So, a quick lunch, then to the mall.” “Lunch sounds amazing.” Dave stopped dressing to poke my stomach. He jammed his finger against one of my rock-hard abs, and it retained its shape like cement. “But I’m picking what you eat. I’m not having you ruin this glorious waistline before the showcase tomorrow night.” “Fine,” I said. “But can we go to the mall after my classes?” Luke looked at me quizzically. “You don’t have classes on Friday afternoon.” “It’s Friday?” “Indubitably,” Dave said, tucking his erection into his boxers. “Has been all day,” Luke confirmed. Time no longer made sense to me. “I need lunch,” I added, going to my dresser to grab some clothes. Luke laughed. “Your underwear might still fit, but nothing else will.” Dave had mostly finished dressing, but his shirt was still open and unbuttoned. He leaned over to fully examine my ass and my still erect cock. He straightened back up. “With those huge things, not even his tighty whities will fit. I’ll grab him an ensemble of mine, skivvies included. Back in a flash.” As Dave left the room, Luke followed, adding, “I should go with him or he’ll spend two hours picking you an outfit. Just cool your heels.” Alone in the room, I went to my closet and pulled out my favorite t-shirt. I’d had it since seventh grade. It was a plain green V-neck t-shirt with a pocket on the right side of the chest. I’d worn it and washed it so many times it had practically faded to grey. I wore it for sessions of intense studying, nights when we binge-watched Netflix, or times when I was feeling sick. It was the most comfortable shirt I owned, and I loved it. I held it against my torso. It looked like five sizes too small. “So long, old friend,” I said, and tossed it to the floor of my closet. I don’t know if I was talking to the shirt or myself. 32 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TQuintA Posted March 30, 2019 Author Share Posted March 30, 2019 Chapter 6 Dave pushed me down into my usual chair in the cafeteria with a thud. “Stay here,” he commanded like I was a dog. Luke held back his laugh as the two of them went off to gather our lunches. So much was familiar, and so much was strange and new. Dozens of times I’d seen Dave wear this outfit—royal blue dress shirt and just too tight jeans. But it was weird seeing it on my body, and even weirder that my body filled it out like Dave’s did. I sat in this chair for lunch nearly every day—we thought of it as our table. But with my recently enlarged ass, the chair felt small, and my view was higher by half an inch or so. It was a surreal experience. I shifted my bulk in the chair, trying to find a position that felt familiar, when I felt someone poking me in the back of the head with a tray. “That’s not your spot,” James said, pulling out the chair next to me, his customary seat. I turned around to attempt to explain. When he saw my face, he dropped his tray on the table, overturning his bowl of broccoli. His bowl of chicken teetered and wobbled, but stayed upright. “Fuck me, Chris!” After a pause, he added, “Fuck.” “That about sums it up,” I said. James slid into his seat, clapped his left hand to the back of my neck and shook it enthusiastically while patting my flat stomach with his right. “This is a you I really like.” “You’re not curious how I ballooned into a beefcake in one morning.” “Is that so unusual?” “Yes, James. Yes, that is very unusual.” “Are you sure?” “Am I sure that people don’t spontaneously put on 40 pounds of solid muscle in one morning? I think it would’ve been in the newspapers.” “What’s a newspaper?” His blank look indicated he had never heard that word before. “You don’t know what a newspaper is?” He cast his eyes to the side: shamefaced or guilty, I couldn’t tell. “Of course, I do. That was a joke. A joke where I pretended to be dumb.” I let it slide. James set about eating his lunch. I fell into a comfortable silence. Somehow, James being weird made me feel normal again. After his third or fourth bite, James looked up at me with a mischievous spark in his violet eyes. “What’s with the look?” I asked. “I thought you could read my mind. I expected you to slap me for that thought.” He hesitated, then added, “It was ungentlemanly.” A puzzled look colored my face. He didn’t know bagels or newspapers, but “ungentlemanly” tripped off his tongue. Before I could ask James anything, Luke and Dave came back to the table. Luke placed a tray mounded high with food in front of me. “Dig in,” Luke said as he sat in his chair opposite me. Dave, already seated, gestured to my tray. “What is this?” I asked. “Baked catfish, brown rice, and spinach,” Dave said flatly. “Yeah, I know that, but…” “I thought you liked catfish.” Disappointed, Dave’s voice rose into a higher register. “I love catfish,” I corrected, “but this is a river’s worth of catfish. And a meadow of spinach. I can’t eat all of this.” “Correction—you couldn’t eat all of this,” Dave stated. Luke explained. “It takes more fuel to power a body like yours, especially if you cut out the fries you usually have at lunch.” “I’m not naïve. I knew I wouldn’t have fries, but…” James tried to hide another furtive smirk. “Was that one ungentlemanly too?” I asked him. “If you only knew.” He chuckled sinisterly and took a bite from his fork. Ignoring James, I returned to Dave. “I’ll try to eat this, but I think most of this will go to waste.” Two minutes later, my tray was empty. Dave reached across the table to pat my head. “Good boy.” I sat there and recovered from shoveling food into my face. Luke and Dave explained to James everything that was happening. He had zero follow-up questions, so when Luke and Dave finished their lunch, we agreed that in order to hide my makeover, I’d spend the night in Dave’s room and we wouldn’t meet up until after the showcase. “I want you to get the full effect onstage tomorrow,” Dave said. “And there’s always a party after these sorts of things.” “I don’t know, babe” Luke said. “I don’t think you can make it through a whole night without me.” “Chris is spending the night in my room, not me.” “That makes more sense,” I added. With that decided, Dave stood up and grabbed everyone’s trays. James patted me on the back to say goodbye, adding, “Have fun shopping, Big…” Dave dropped the trays, spun around, and tore James’s hand off my back. “No, no, no, no, no! There will be no more Big Guys until after the showcase tomorrow night.” James looked down, castigated. “Keep your hands to yourself, mister,” Dave added, throwing James’s hand into his own lap. With that, he pulled me out of my chair and made a beeline for his car. “Are we just going to leave the trays on the floor?” I asked. “Luke will get them.” 24 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post TQuintA Posted March 30, 2019 Author Popular Post Share Posted March 30, 2019 Chapter 7 The trip to the mall was a whirlwind. Dave stayed in the dressing room with me the whole time making sure I tried on every scrap of fabric he handed me and that my “lines were straight,” whatever that meant. Wearing clothes is an entirely different experience when some parts of you bulge out and other parts of you go in. In my past experience, clothes looked pretty much the same on the rack as me. Not anymore. Some of the clothes that looked amazing on the hanger looked distorted and misshapen on my body, and some of the clothes that looked pornographically too small ended up fitting just right. Dave made me try on approximately 700 articles of clothing, including a pair of leather pants. As soon as I had those on, I realized I was still bare-chested, so I asked, “What shirt goes with this?” He took a picture of me with his cell phone. “Those were just for me. For later. You can move on to the next outfit, now.” We ended up buying a closet’s worth of clothing. “Are you sure you’re okay buying all this?” I asked him. “Oh, yes. Mother gets worried about me if I don’t put the occasional dent in her credit card.” He then raised his eyebrows and added, “And I only bought things that look good on both of us. If you grow too big for these clothes, I just doubled my wardrobe.” When I handed back all the clothes we weren’t buying to the sales rep, her hand lingered on mine, she smiled brightly, and then she said, “Is there anything I can help you with personally?” I dismissed her because I was very ready to leave the clothes store, and she insisted she ring me up personally and drew a smiley face next to her name on the receipt. As soon as we were out of earshot, I asked Dave what that had all been about. “She was flirting with you,” Dave replied, matter-of-factly. The salon was similarly weird. Every place I’d ever gotten my hair cut before was staffed with middle aged, cigar-smoking men. The sorts of places that have deer heads on the wall and copies of Golfer’s Digest in the waiting area. This place looked the like a spa or a trendy hotel. Dave had called ahead and cashed in a few chits to get his favorite stylist, and he made sure this adorable morsel named Enrique washed my hair. Enrique took ten minutes to wash my hair, taking occasional breaks to massage my neck and shoulders in the trickling, warm water. His hands were dexterous and confident, but the whole time, he kept up a non-stop stream of idle chatter about his ex-boyfriend and the difficulties of buying a new mattress. When he was finally done washing my hair and out of earshot, I turned to Dave and asked, “What was that?” “He was flirting with you,” Dave replied, matter-of-factly. When we got to the stylist’s chair, Dave hugged the stylist, a short, energetic twink with a shock of blue hair. “Anthony, are you ready to work your magic on my good friend? Anthony kissed the air next to Dave’s cheek and took step back. He looked me up and down and said, “Aren’t you just a slice of terrific?” He escorted me to the chair and turned promptly back do Dave. “Same shade I use on you, right?” “You dye your hair?” I interrupted. “And if you tell Luke, I castrate you.” He returned his attention to Anthony. “Yes, same shade, same style, same everything.” For the next forty-five minutes, Anthony performed the task of copying Dave’s haircut on my head. The chemist in me wanted to know what strange alchemical brew he was applying to my scalp, but while Anthony worked his wonders, Dave drilled my lines into my head. We were the only two people in the scene, so half the lines were mine. This was going to be harder than he made it sound. When Anthony finished, I stared back into the mirror. All he could say was, “Gorgeous.” I agreed. I was a knockout as a blond. The next thing I knew, I was back at Dave’s dorm room. He was sitting on my lap and plucking my eyebrows. “I’m sure there are people at the mall who could’ve done this without straddling me,” I suggested. “I always do my own eyebrows, Chrissy. This means that today I do yours, and I have to get this close to see what I’m doing.” One eyebrow hair was particularly stubborn, so Dave had to lean in really close. My chest, so much larger than I was accustomed to, was pressed firmly up against his, our two hard bodies unrelenting and resolved. His sculpted rear end ground deeper into my crotch. My cock woke up and stretched itself to its full length. Feeling my erection, Dave readjusted his seat. “Thank you for a lovely compliment.” He got off my lap, gently patted my cock through my jeans, and added, “but we’re done.” I looked in the mirror hanging on the wall between his closet and his bed. I barely recognized myself. The haircut, the eyebrows… and I was just now noticing that with the extra muscle, my face was filling out in a noticeable but not overt way. “I grabbed a dinner for you at the mall and put it in my mini-fridge. It’s sickeningly healthy.” Dave was immune to paradox. “Call me if you need anything, and feel free to masturbate up the place. My roommate went home for the weekend.” As soon as Dave left, I stripped naked. Dave’s mirror wasn’t as big as Luke’s, but it was big enough for me to take in my entire upper body. I leaned against the wall, bracing myself with my left arm. Holding my whole body up with one arm made my bicep bulge and veins rise to the surface. Drinking in my musculature, I reached for my cock with my right hand. It felt strong and large against my dick. Yet somehow, familiar. The whole time I stroked myself, especially because of the black frame around the mirror, it felt like I was staring at a hot, blond TV star. It was only two minutes until I exploded. As I stared at my wide eyes and agape mouth, I realized that this was the first time I’d seen myself orgasm. That thought alone re-intensified the sensation, and I climaxed louder. I’d always been quiet in bed, but something about this big body demanded volume, both in decibels and seminal output. I was a little sad that it was over so quickly. I cleaned up my ejaculation and went over to the mini-fridge and pulled out dinner. As soon as I’d eaten, it would be time to go again. Round two would be slower and more self-indulgent. 32 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Xyggurat Posted March 30, 2019 Share Posted March 30, 2019 Your writing style is excellent and the story is hot. Thanks for contributing! -X- 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
citizenies Posted March 31, 2019 Share Posted March 31, 2019 Great chapters ~ so hot and can't wait whats to come Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Posted March 31, 2019 Share Posted March 31, 2019 Really really enjoying this!!! Great work. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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