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This is an old story that I nearly forgot about. The original version I actually collaborated on with my workout buddy Jerry in college,  years ago. I brushed it up a bit and got rid of at least part of the stylistic awkwardness (I was the plot guy, he was the science guy, we both identified with the character, a lot). Any way I hope you all like it. This is the first part of it.

The Accident at Thucinian

Part I

 

Jakk had always been a very thin guy, who although of medium bone structure, had a very inefficient metabolism, which caused his difficulty putting on any muscular weight.

Jakk had adapted to this fact, and made the best of his physical abilities, limited as they were- he became a moderately good track and field athlete in high school. But despite his interest in sports and physical culture, he knew he would never make a career of such activities, so he applied himself in chemistry and biology. When he finished at Primus Thoracius Academy, at only 15 years old, he was already accepted and place in an accelerated program in Sheerashth Colleguim (sciences) at Thucinian University, the best in East Aminoterre.

He quickly gained the respect and friendship of the factulty and graduate staff, and became involved in numerous important research projects, some of which earned him a fine stipend, rare for undergraduates.

One night after exercising extensively at the gym, Jakk went to the lab to work on an experiment in bio-nanite hormone regeneration, looking for a way to provide a cure for the GCV1(gene chaos virus) that accidentally escaped in Flagurota. He noticed that someone had left the room seals open, and the original imprint sample had been exposed to radioactivity during the nanite mapping process, making the whole culture useless. He would have to start a new batch. He got himself some protein drink to recover from his workout, and began to dismantle the old experiment at a leisurely pace. He set aside a sample of the old culture to cryostore for reference, and was getting ready to burn the rest of the liquid when the vial dropped on the counter next to his drink, and the culture ran out onto the floor.

He didn't panic, since the nanites would soon self-destruct outside a sufficient lipid culture mass, so the culture was harmless. He cleaned up the mess and finished his drink, then made some notes for a new try tomorrow. Jakk noticed he was especially hungry, and got a couple of sandwiches and some milk.

After he finished at the lab, he was already hungry again, as if the earlier snack was digested instantly.

"I guess I must've burned up more calories than I thought lifting today he said to himself. "I'm famished!"

He got home twenty minutes later and accessed two ethervids of old movies to watch. He knew he wouldn't go to sleep early, he was feeling restless for some reason. He kept the foodmaker busy all evening synthing snacks that were loaded with protein. Finally before bed, he sat for an hour constantly stuffing himself with food, trying to eliminate his gnawing hunger before he finally felt sort of full. Fortunately he hadn't been wearing anything except gym shorts, because he knew his pants would've burst at the waist his stomach felt so full. Before getting into bed, Jakk noticed his stomach was bulging out several inches, and that his body seemed to be showing a lot more veins than he had seen before. He fell asleep puzzled by this strange overeating binge. Maybe his metabolism was changing, he thought. Not unusual during adolescence.

Jakk woke up feeling great, as if he could take on the world. He opened his eyes and looked to see if his stomach was back to normal. Something between shock and ecstasy overcame him slowly as he surveyed himself. His body had somehow miraculously improved from it's previous condition. His chest and arms were denser and more thickly muscled, and his abdomen was rippling with thick muscles. When he weighed himself, he discovered he had grown from 138 to 155 pounds, seventeen pounds heavier

Jakk immediately figured out that his "ruined" experiment must have splattered into his protein drink, and thrived in the milkfat that was in it, until activating and having great results on his body. He ate for two and a half hours and then went to the lab. System modeling proved his hypothesis, and a longitudinal model showed no harmful effects could result. He revived the rest of the culture and set half of it into production to make more of the musclebuilding substance. He mixed the other half into a protein drink and guzzled it. Then he went home and pulled out his weight set and did a full body workout.

Lifting enhanced his appetite even more quickly than it had in previously, and he had at least twenty-five times as much of the culture in him now. He reset the foodmaker for constant production and began to gulp huge chunks of textured protein, and each bite made him want a bigger bite to follow it. He figured out the most efficient swallowing technique to max out his consumption rate. This time he couldn't really get full even after seven hours, and his stomach didnt stick out- he was digesting it all as fast as he could swallow each bite.

Jack literally felt his muscles expanding and increasing in strength. After nine hours of continuous gorging, his seemingly relentless appetite slowed down enough so he could think. He weighed himself, and found he had reached 263 pounds. He looked in the mirror and admired the gargantuan musculature covering his 5'11" frame. He had always wanted big muscles, but not this big. Now however he was elated about his thick bulging body and wanted to grow as big as possible. He admired his huge bulges for a few minutes, and then he started to feel empty again.

The ease with which he had developed super muscularity made the idea of even bigger muscles irresistable. The bigger he grew the more he desired even more immensely massive power.

The generator had made a huge supply of the culture, and Jack used it every hour to increase his appetite and gain mass even faster. Five hours later he was up from 263 to 379 pounds. His muscles were constantly swelling ever huger with power. His chest was mountainous, and his back and shoulders bulged alarmingly with great round muscles that jutted out from his hulking torso. His arms grew so fast he couldn't get the same measurement twice.

Jakk's mind reeled with the intensity of the physical rush of ecstatic energy flowing through him. He could feel each muscle growing faster and faster, each minute accelerating with power.

Finally, he reached the point when he could NOT control his muscular lust another second. His muscles began to actually speak, actually SHOUT at him, commanding him to allow even faster growth, and in an almost orgasmic second, he drank three gallons of the pure culture, leaving just enough to start a new one. Then he began to eat ever more ravenously, knowing somewhere in the back of his mind that he would be eating every waking moment for weeks on end. His ego was feeding too, anticipating the quantum leap in musculature and power that would result. He was consciously aware only of exploding size and power, and of the fact that every second would bring more size and strength to every muscle in his body. Every pound gained fueled his lust for even more superhuman power and gigantic mass.

While guzzling from a 3 gallon jug with one hand, Jakk used his other hand to feed the culture into the replicater/storage system of the foodmaker. He then paused just long enough to patch the house netframe exclusively to the food system, leaving all other systems in interim holochip mode. He finally instructed the turboconfigured foodmaker to churn out 75 percent power culture in a 25 percent protein base at maximum rate. He hooked up a tube that would easily reach anywhere in the apartment to the food maker, and to a mouthpiece on the other end. Then he changed his mind and decided he could ingest the culture twice as fast if he didn't have to pause to breathe. He put a special tip on the end of the tube and fed the end of it down directly into his stomach. It felt funny at first, and he had to breathe only through his nose, but he quickly adapted to it.

He hit the start button, expecting initial feelings of bloating. They never came, because his digestive tract absorbed the stuff as fast as it spewed into him. This was perfect. The culture was both growth/appetite stimulant and food in one liqiuid, and he was ingesting it effortlessly, moving about the house as he pleased. He walked to the big picture window in the living room. It was night, so the glass reflected like a dim mirror. Jakk struck a double biceps pose, and stared at his pulsing bulging biceps. As he watched his huge body in the glass, he could barely fathom himself. It was beyond his psyche's points of self-reference. He almost thought he had turned into another man. He now weighed over 550 pounds. When he activated the floor scale, he could see that he was gaining almost a pound of muscle every minute. He grinned gleefully at himself- he had an idea!

He went to the phone and ordered two more food makers charged to his account, along with three mini matter broadcasters and tag localizers. Within a few minutes they were delivered to his door. Jakk quickly hooked up the two food makers to the netframe chain, and entered the culture file from the old one. Then he attached the transmitter modules of the mini matter broadcasters to the two new foodmakers, and swallowed their marble sized receiver modules, and started the two foodmakers into full production, broadcasting directly into his stomach. He immediately felt the wonderful flow of more culture into him.

He reluctantly shut off the old system long enough to relpace its tube with the third module, and swallowed the last receiver marble. He could feel his muscles begin to surge with more and more power as they inflated with stone hard mass even more rapidly. He was now ingesting at four times his previous rate. He turned on the floorscale again, finding that he weighed over 680 pounds, and was gaining six pounds a minute.

He stood very relaxed in front of the window and watched himself swelling and expanding, exploding with muscle. Now he didn't even have to think about eating as long as he was within ten miles of the home netframe. His body was being fed constantly, and would continue to feed even as he slept. Since his building had two power supply back ups, even a power outage couldn't stop his muscular expansion. He kept watching his immense body in the glass for a while. Finally he closed his eyes and let go of normal consciousness, feeling an orgasmic wave engulf his body for a while.

In the half hour that had passed since he swallowed the receivers, he had grown to 900 pounds. He began to tense his muscles in various bodybuilding poses he had seen on video. His body was fantastic, he thought to himself, as he saw the gigantic bulging muscles that totally obscured his thickening frame of bones. Every bodypart was tremendously hypertrophied: His completely cross-striated and vascular traps were over twenty inches thick, and bulged up past his ears. His deltoids were the size of inflated beachballs, and each of the three sections was distinct and chiseled sharply. His back was covered with muscles so big they constantly shoved at each other even if he bent over and extended his back. Rows of canteloupe-sized muscle bunches crowded over his spine, covering the ridge of vertebrae completely behind them, the pressure only accelerated their growth. His lats flared down and out, and out , and out, and finally up from just above his waist, quintupling the overall width of his back. His pecs were mountainous muscles thirty-four inches thick, completely cross-striated, immensely global and writhing with heavy veins that throbbed constantly as his upper torso gorged ever bigger with a will of its own. His pecs seemed more likely to blow up every second. His abs, obliques, and intercostals, nearly as thick as his chest, were huge columns of bulging, pulsating, glowing muscle.

Most impressive of all were his limbs. Each bicep was more than four times the size of his head, and his triceps were even larger. His upper arms were so big that their length was negligible compared to their width. His forearms were covered with slabs of muscle that bulged straight out from his wrists, then tapered up into broadening masses that rammed against his upper arm muscles. His legs were even more extremely developed, and were bulging relentlessly bigger as the seconds ticked by. His hamstrings blew out and up, pushing up his super thick glutes, which pulsed rhythmically as they swelled with sinew. His quads were so thick that they were slammed into his obliques, abs, and even lats. Only the increasingly ithyphallic mass of his penis allowed it to squeeze out between his legs. He stood with his knees over three feet apart, yet he couldn't seem to make enough room for his increasingly hypermasculine stance.

Just when Jakk thought his body couldn't support any more muscle, something excellent happened. His bones thickened a lot more, and his structure broadened out to accommodate more mass. Then he grew taller until he reached 6'7" tall. All the while his muscles kept growing bigger.

Now Jakk knew there was no limit to his body's adaptability to growth, There was no reason he couldn't further accelerate his expansion. Jakk connected to the supercomputer at the campus, and transmitted all the needed data and materials to the biolab at school. Since it was late, no one would be in the building, and he could walk there undisturbed and unnoticed, without leaving receiver range.

As he stepped outside, wearing only an improvised jockstrap made out of his canoe's stretch casing, he felt the late evening air blowing gently over him, tickling the whole surface of his body as he kept swelling with power, making him aware of how much of him there was, the expanses of his skin tightening as his physique blew up into a full body erection while he lazily and comfortably swaggered to the lab.

 

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Let me know what you think about this one. I can't pretend I have any critical perspective on it. It has sentimental value to me, because it was written not long after I told the co-author, who lived in the same dormitory hall, about my obsession with growing hugely muscular to a superhuman degree. I had never mentioned it to anyone before Jerry, and I wasn't even sure I could articulate what it was about. And I expected him to be completely freaked by it, even though we'd been lifting together for a few months by then, and both were into bodybuilding, not just fitness. I was shocked to find out that he was of a similar mind! He had daydreamed about being a hugely muscled giant, but like me had never talked about it with anyone. Not long after that I approached him with the idea of a short story about someone becoming a muscle giant. As far as either of us knew, there were no other bodybuilders who had these kinds of extreme ideas. So the story was just for our own amusement. It was years later when I stumbled across the previous version of this site, and found out there were a few other guys with similar desires. 🙂 I'm editing the second part of the story and hope to have it ready within a day or two.

 

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9 hours ago, expandingmuscle said:

Let me know what you think about this one. I can't pretend I have any critical perspective on it. It has sentimental value to me, because it was written not long after I told the co-author, who lived in the same dormitory hall, about my obsession with growing hugely muscular to a superhuman degree. I had never mentioned it to anyone before Jerry, and I wasn't even sure I could articulate what it was about. And I expected him to be completely freaked by it, even though we'd been lifting together for a few months by then, and both were into bodybuilding, not just fitness. I was shocked to find out that he was of a similar mind! He had daydreamed about being a hugely muscled giant, but like me had never talked about it with anyone. Not long after that I approached him with the idea of a short story about someone becoming a muscle giant. As far as either of us knew, there were no other bodybuilders who had these kinds of extreme ideas. So the story was just for our own amusement. It was years later when I stumbled across the previous version of this site, and found out there were a few other guys with similar desires. 🙂 I'm editing the second part of the story and hope to have it ready within a day or two.

 

I always like the sci fi settings-  and I can definitely relate to Jakk.  Did you and Jerry stay in touch after college? Sounds like the perfect workout partner💪 (cant they make a more muscled up version of this emoji?)

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I think I read the original around 20 years ago! Enjoyed the revised part (although I admit when I saw the thread title I was hoping for a sequel instead).

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I will admit I sprang a boner just seeing the author's name, knowing that I was in for a treat! I love everything you write. expandingmuscle. The sheer greed of your protagonists is intoxicating, and Jakk is no exception! I'm excited to see just how MASSIVE he's going to become!!

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Great start for sure! There are definitely elements here that we saw in Mass Hose, but seeing as how I love that story, I do not mind a reprise. I can’t wait to see how phenomenally massive Jack becomes. When will he be absorbing our galaxy? 

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Wow, this is a blast from the past. I remember sneakily reading this as a teenager (I’m 36 now!).  The story behind how it was written is touching. Always amazing when we learn we aren’t the only weirdos who get off on this kinda thing. 

Can’t wait to revisit the conclusion!

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Gosh, I remember loving this one.  Can't wait to see your second part.  Thanks for all your contributions!

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