Popular Post musclelovingtwink Posted November 9, 2019 Popular Post Share Posted November 9, 2019 “Nah. Still no. I don’t get it.” Harry stood with his brow furrowed in front of Jacob, clearly perplexed. Jacob sighed. He’d been ready for this, it was very complex stuff, and Harry wasn’t exactly known for his outstanding intelligence. “Ok, so first off, time isn’t a straight line. We can’t really look at time, but it’s really convoluted…” he began. Harry nodded but already seemed to be lost. “It’s complicated and it crosses over itself and collides at different points.” He drew a big squiggle on the whiteboard to illustrate his point. He gestured to where two parts of the line crossed. “Here, where time collides, is what we call a ‘junction.’” Harry continued to nod. Jacob pointed at the machine. It was essentially a computer hooked up to a helmet, covered in strange electrodes and wires. “This machine sends a signal at a frequency that should be able to pass THROUGH those junctions.” “What, so to a different time?” Harry asked. “Exactly!” Jacob said, excited that his friend was getting it. “This helmet scans your brain waves, and using a sample of your DNA, encodes the signal in a way that would only affect you, but at different points in time.” “Wait, so what, I can get messages from the future?” Harry said, seeming interested suddenly. Jacob rolled his eyes knowing he was thinking about the lottery or something. “Not exactly. Think of it like a really strong hypnosis tape. We put a prompt into the computer, and that message is sent out as a signal. It would be like having an idea soaked into your brain all through your life.” “What do you mean.” Harry said. “Well, it would just be an idea that would be reinforced, like training a dog, but… retroactively. Imagine being able to break a drug addiction by stopping it before it happened, or just changing the way you think just a little bit so you never chose to stop going to the gym or something…” he trailed off, almost revealing too much of his own desires. “Or, for instance, rewriting a lab rat’s mentality so it lost the ability to feel full.” With that he gestured to a glass enclosure which housed a morbidly obese rat, it’s little feet wiggling just enough to reach the floor and roll itself over to the food bowl. “Oh my god, that’s disgusting.” Said Harry, repulsed. “Well, it was a perfectly healthy rat last night. In fact it was a little underweight.” “Jesus. Wait, hang on, so you’re basically telling me that this machine can rewrite history?” he asked, snapping back to attention. “To a degree. It only works on the person wearing the helmet, and it can only change their thought patterns so much. If you try something too radical, the person would consciously reject the idea, and when it kept coming back they’d probably get doped up by a psychologist.” “Ok, so why are you telling me this?” “I need you to be my first human test subject.” Jacob said sheepishly. “Wait, what? And end up like Chubs over there?” Harry said, standing up quickly and pointing at the obese rat which had now rolled onto its side, struggling to get right-side up again. “No, I mean, well, yes, but we don’t need to make the prompt make you FAT, it could be anything!” Jacob said desperately trying to regain Harry’s calmness. “This is for my doctorate, and I need to be able to prove that the machine works.” “Well why don’t you do it yourself?” “I will, but I need to be sure first. I hard-coded it so that whenever my own DNA is used, a secondary prompt will always be used to implant the idea of the machine into me. That way it shouldn’t be able to cause a change that would destroy the machine and prevent me fixing anything that gets fucked up.” “Like me for instance?” said Harry, raising an eyebrow. “Well, yeah.” Jacob said. “Point is, I think it’s completely functional, and it worked on the rat. I just need a human test to make sure the prompt works with the human brain and doesn’t get muddled up somehow.” Harry thought for a while. “And I get to pick the prompt?” he asked, coyly. “Sure. That is, as long as it’s something we can clearly observe.” Harry continued to think. “Fine. But no judgement alright?” “Great! Of course not! So what do you want the prompt to be?” Jacob said, rushing to the computer’s keyboard. “Well, I’ve always been… decently fit I guess.” Started Harry, blushing. It was true, Jacob had always thought Harry had a beautiful body. He was tall and lithe. He wasn’t muscular, per se, but he had a tight swimmer’s build that looked good in everything. “Yeah, and?” “Well I only started really hitting the gym hard recently, and I feel like I sort of missed my prime for it.” “Harry, you’re 24.” “Yeah, I know, but like, if I had’ve worked out seriously through puberty, I could be pretty… hot.” “Ok, so basically you want the prompt to be something like ‘I love working out in the gym.’” Jacob said. “Yeah, that’d make a nice start.” “A start?” said Jacob, half laughing. “Well, if I can rewrite my life, you think I’m stopping after just one go?” “Ok, ok, let’s get to that when we get to it.” Jacob hammered on the keyboard, inputting parameters and the prompt; “I love working out in the gym.” “Alright, we are ready to go, and… done.” He pushed the enter key with a decisive motion. The loud clack of the key was followed by a high-pitched whirring from the computer as fans buzzed to life. Harry felt a tingling sensation in his scalp as automatic sensors wormed their way across his head. After a few minutes, the machine’s activity died down and Harry looked around expectantly. “Is that it?” he asked, sounding a bit let down. Jacob looked at the computer monitor. A blinking, green phrase on the screen read “Transmission successful.” “Yeah, it looks like it worked.” Said Jacob smiling widely. “Really?” asked Harry, looking down at himself. “I don’t feel any different. Don’t tell me this is the improved me and I just don’t remember cos my past changed.” Jacob smirked. “Well the rat took about 10 minutes to see any difference. I noticed the changes so I don’t imagine we wouldn’t notice it happen with you.” He began to finger through a small pile of notes on the machine. “The machine sends messages through junctions in the timeline, which in turn affects the present, and the future, but because we’re making a change that never happened before we basically cause a paradox.” “Can you explain that a bit, I’m not a nerd.” Said Harry, rolling his eyes for effect. “Ok, so there’s a timeline where everything happened normally, which brought you to this point where you made the decision to change your past. Since you changed your past, when you got to this point in your life there’d never be a reason to make that change since it already happened, meaning your past WOULDN’T be changed, and would happen normally.” Harry just looked confused again. “Ok, so in order for you to both make the decision, and not make the decision, you basically have two distinct pasts now. Both have to exist for the other to make any sense.” He drew on the white board again, drawing a line that split in two, and then rejoined, like a river splitting and then coming together again. “As far as I can tell, there’s no reason it shouldn’t work out just fine, in the grand scheme of things.” Jacob looked back at Harry, only to see he was barely paying attention. Harry’s hand was scratching at his chest. As Jacob watched he saw that it was less the way you would scratch an itch, and more the way you would rub a sore muscle, almost massage-like. “Something feels weird.” Said Harry. He took the helmet with all its sensors off his head and got up from the chair. “It’s like, lik- AH!” he said jerking his head back. “Like something’s moving under my skin.” Jacob got up to get a closer look. “Take your shirt off, let me see what’s happening, something could be wrong.” Harry started to pull his t-shirt upward. As it got up to his chest the material grew tight and was fighting being pulled from his skin. “Ow, Jesus, it’s so tight!” Harry protested. “I can’t get it off. As he let go of the hem, Jacob saw the problem. The material was stretched impossibly tight over Harry’s chest, because his chest was getting larger. He watched as what was once a thin, tight chest ballooned into dense, meaty pecs. Two wide, rounded lumps grew in front of Jacob’s eyes as Harry’s nipples grew from almost 2D into thick, swollen tits, and then started to push downwards as the expanding flesh above them continued to grow. There was a harsh crack, and Jacob looked up to see the collar of Harry’s t-shirt had given way. The red material was moving steadily to the sides, accompanied by a loud ripping noise as the split spread downwards. In seconds, Harry’s chest was bare. His pale chest was immense, somehow seeming even bigger now that it was uncovered. A deep crevasse ran between the two huge slabs of muscle, each with a half inch-long tit neatly sitting under it. As the rip continued downwards, Jacob’s eyes followed, and to his amazement he watches as Harry’s stomach contorted and flexed, bringing forth two, then four, then six, then eight spectacular abs. Each was big enough that Jacob could’ve fit his hand around one just barely, and they sat perfectly symmetrically down Harry’s front. The bottom of the shirt gave way, and as it fell to the sides, shredded obliques were revealed below ribs, revealed by the complete lack of body fat. Harry, still somewhat dazed, grabbed at the two sides of the shirt hanging off him and tugged. In one swift motion the sleeves of the tattered garment were obliterated, revealing still swelling delts. Each looked to be in competition with his head for size, but had deep striations that looked to go almost to the bone. Harry roared in approval, raising his arms in a double bicep pose which started unimpressively, but pure muscle rocketed down his arms, twisting into colossal football-sized biceps, and equally impressive triceps. Veins twisted and wrapped around the surface looking like a spider’s web, but as thick as a normal person’s fingers. His forearms broadened until they could be confused for a whole ham. Jacob, both enthralled by the success of the experiment, and enamoured by the changed he was seeing in front of him, reached forwards to fumble with Harry’s belt. A huge meaty paw pushed aside his smaller, fragile hand and grasped at the buckle with seemed to shatter in his grip. As his belt pulled away, his jeans started to drop to the floor, but were caught quickly as, even undone, the waistband was significantly narrower than the legs it was trying to slide past. “Oh shit!” Harry let loose, as the denim filled quickly and began to strain. Jacob had never heard a sound like the resounding splintering noise the jeans made as solid, alabaster steel burst out both sides. Harry’s legs looked freakish, they grew enormous, and the contrast with his narrow waist would have been almost laughable if it weren’t so hot. As the legs of his boxer briefs were forced upwards, deep cuts in the muscle were revealed. Each of the quads was thicker than Jacob’s whole torso, and the cuts were so intense he felt drawn to wrap his fingers around the long, thick muscle heads. As far as he could tell Harry wasn’t even flexing, he was just so immense and so shredded that every single fiber was visible through his paper-thin skin. Beneath the quads, teardrop calves clung onto sturdy lower legs, though at this point they were resembling a capital “P” more so than a teardrop. Jacob almost had to step back as the last remains of clothing on the behemoth twitched before him. The bulge in Harry’s too-small boxer briefs began to swell until it looked like an overgrown banana was being restrained by them; every pulsing inch clearly discernible through the stretched fabric as it sat atop two orange-sized balls. He could even see several inches of thick, vascular cock where the waistband was being pulled away from Harry’s abs, by both the new narrowness of his waist, and the weight of the monster restrained there. Jacob looked up at Harry, his mouth open in awe. Harry looked down, but nervously had to take a step back as he couldn’t see Jacob past his new pec shelf. Just moving his head felt strange, as he could feel the vast muscles of his traps reaching up almost as high as his ears twitching against his thick neck to move. He reached an arm up to feel his neck, and was surprised to meet resistance as his biceps collided with his pecs, limiting movement. Touching his neck he found that it was as thick as his own head, maybe even an inch or two thicker. “Holy fuck.” He said, to Jacob, his voice multiple octaves deeper than it had been, minutes ago. “I mean… holy fuck.” Jacob could barely think, and only managed a few astonished words. “All that from ‘I love working out in the gym?’” 67 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
musclepecadmirer Posted November 9, 2019 Share Posted November 9, 2019 Really hot! I love it! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
miniace2009 Posted November 9, 2019 Share Posted November 9, 2019 Love this idea!! Can't wait to see more extreme changes and good prompts! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted November 9, 2019 Share Posted November 9, 2019 What a nice start . Harry that¡s the result of a command without any especifics. YOu said " ‘I love working out in the gym?’" meaning Jacob could be in the gym for 10 hours a day for that matter. Keep this up man. It's really good Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
leathermuscle Posted November 9, 2019 Share Posted November 9, 2019 More more man his next trigger should be " I bodybuild to live" so his whole life was bodybuilding making him an even bigger freak 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blasphemer Posted November 10, 2019 Share Posted November 10, 2019 Wow. That was hot (and I love the science built to it)! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post musclelovingtwink Posted November 10, 2019 Author Popular Post Share Posted November 10, 2019 Chapter 2: Jacob fought with everything he could against the overwhelming lust that was pounding in his head. An intense musk radiated out from the 7-foot muscle monster in front of him in waves. The scent was both sweet and salty, and must have been close to the smell of pure testosterone, it clouded his head and made him think of nothing but groping every inch of muscle in front of him… and it was a lot of inches. “You… you need to tell me what you remember.” He said, fighting for a moment of clarity. Harry looked down at him. He had been distracted playing with his own chest, bouncing the swollen muscles up and watching them ripple as the weight dropped back down. “Uhh.” He started, still obviously distracted. “It’s kind of like I can remember two things.” “Go on.” Said Jacob, his hand idly finding its way to the man’s abs. “It’s like the differences are really clear. I can remember liking the idea of working out, as long as I can remember. There’s this moment where I was 13, my brother Charlie offered to take me to the gym with him. In the first time round I wasn’t really interested and didn’t go, but this time I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more.” Jacob’s hand had ascended up the wall of abs, and was now roughly tweaking the bulged-out muscle tit. Harry let out a gasp and arched his back at the lightning bolt of pleasure he felt it shoot through his whole body. “Um, so, I went to the gym and it was like an addiction. I was there every day, sometimes twice. God, just working out was like edging an orgasm, and most of the time it seems like I was.” Harry said, his eyes shutting as he embraced the pleasure. “By the time I was 16, I got pretty heavily into roids… fuck man, I’m on roids!” he said, almost in disbelief of his own memories. “Fuck, it’s hard.” “What?” asked Jacob, snapped to attention. “It’s hard to remember?” A sly smirk twisted across the corner of Harry’s lips. “Haha nah, it is hard.” His eyes slid downward, and as Jacob followed he saw that Harry’s now freakish cock had sprung free from its cotton prison. At 12 inches long, it would be the envy of porn stars. Its head was as long as it was wide, and it was at least several inches across. Veins, as impressive as those wrapped around his biceps and down his quads adorned the thick shaft and could be seen to pulse with the dull thudding of the mass-freak’s hypertrophied heart. A particularly thick artery ran the length of the shaft and slid up, over the shredded abs, giving the impression that it was a direct line from the overgrown tool straight to his heart. For all Jacob knew it could be. It bobbed in front of Jacob tantalisingly. Harry reached down and with minimal effort shredded what remained of the boxer briefs. His balls were certainly orange sized, but now free of their restraints, Jacob watched as they dropped almost a foot, swinging low until they fell against Harry’s steel quads which brushed together and left no space at all between them. “Fuck man, I guess I got a bit bigger all over, hey?” laughed Harry jovially. “Look, I’ve gotta be honest, I’m not gonna be able to concentrate on what’s changed until this has been taken care-” He was abruptly cut off as Jacob’s lips wrapped passionately around the head of his cock. “Holy fuck!” he exclaimed. “I dunno how to explain this. It’s like, I’ve never felt this intense feeling from my cock before, but at the same time it’s like I’ve felt it nearly every day for a decade!” Harry’s hips bucked as Jacob’s tongue explored the thick slit of his cock. Jacob felt his mouth quickly filling with pre, and wondered faintly how anything could taste this much sweeter than pure sugar. He swallowed only to find his mouth full again, and so gave in, forcing the first inches of the cock deep into his throat. It was like a feeding tube, if a feeding were thicker, throbbed with power every second or so, and tasted better than life itself. Hell, if he had the choice, Jacob would’ve lived with this cock as a feeding tube. All of a sudden Harry’s hand palmed his head and with an irresistible strength pushed him forward. He tried to resist the urge to gag as all 12 inches distended his throat. Another hand reached down and around his stomach, and with no effort at all lifted his whole weight off the ground, starting to slide him back and forward. He felt completely powerless, the god was basically treating him like a sex toy, and fuck it felt so good. After several minutes of being pumped up down Harry’s cock, Jacob felt himself slow, and his lips were pushed until they kissed the bottom of Harry’s and the top of his ballsack. From where his hands held onto superbly striated glutes, he felt the muscles flex as Harry pushed forwards. There was a soft thud from below as the engorged balls were pulled upwards and collided with Jacob’s chin. He felt his whole throat vibrate for a moment before a flood of cum was pumped into him like a firehose had been turned on inside him. He felt his whole stomach fill rapidly, then heat spread up his throat, and cum shot violently out around his lips. He was released from the effortless vice-grip and slid backwards from the force of the ejaculation until he was freed. As the overgrown dick was released and sprang up, the last seconds of the orgasm caused a thick rope of cum to sling upwards, splattering Jacob all over his face before flying into the air and landing all over Harry’s beefy pecs and abs. Harry moaned for about a minute afterwards until he came back to himself. “Fuck man, I’m sorry, I guess I got a bit carried away.” He smiled, half laughing, half apologetic. Jacob grinned as he wiped the thick seed from his face, not even hiding his eagerness to lap it up. “Not at all, that was incredible.” A hand reached up to massage his neck a little, “though I think I’ll be feeling it for about a month.” Harry laughed, and trying to be subtle he tasted the thick dripping cum from his own chest. He failed miserably and considered that he might never be able to get away with being subtle again. “Ok, so I got really heavily into juicing, I’ve done fucking everything. Started slow with test, tren, dianabol, the usual suspects.” He ran off the list, only half realising he’d never really heard those names before today. “I shot up about 2 feet, gained almost a hundred pounds in a year, and was competing by 17. Doctors couldn’t believe how I reacted to them. In the last couple of years I’ve hit some REALLY hardcore shit, but I’ve put on at least 50 pounds of raw shredded muscle.” He broke into a bicep flex to accentuate his point. “Huh, weird.” He said, as though the memories were playing out before him. “Apparently I react so strongly to steroids that one of the professors at this university is studying my physiology and creating something tailored specifically for me!” he looked incredibly excited. “In his words, I’ll ‘break human limits that have never been broken before.’” Jacob could only stare in disbelief, imagining the 24-year-old pro bodybuilder in front of him, a beast of easily 300 pounds, adding on a super-steroid designed just for him. “Ok, well, at least in terms of the machine, we got some pretty crucial information.” Jacob said. As he moved over to the computer, a long readout finished printing on continuous feed. Tearing the sheet off, he began to peruse the numbers. Out of his peripheral vision he saw the naked hulk walk over and begin to read from his side. He noticed he was already half-chubbed again, even so soon after ejaculating. “This number here,” he said pointing to a piece which read ‘Approximate Temporal Discontinuity: 0.001%,’ “ATD is an indicator of a ripple effect. Basically, the machine gauges how much impact the prompt had on the timeline. Since it was calibrated to the last 24 years as it was only aimed at your lifetime, and over that 24 years, 0.001% of the world has changed. I’d estimate somewhere around 1% would be enough to start noticing some small differences outside of what directly changed for you, anything above 5% is where we have to start getting worried about things being significantly different. That said there’s no guarantee a substantial difference would be bad, necessarily.” Harry nodded, but Jacob just sort of assumed he didn’t get what was going on. It was sort of how their relationship worked, Jacob was the brains, Harry was the brawn. Jacob shook his head a little. Harry was the brawn? He hadn’t been until now but the thought felt so natural to him. “The rest of the data isn’t really anything that would interest you except for some of this” He pointed to a section which read ‘Individual Discontinuity Paradoxes: 3,’ “which is the IDP, basically it registers how many individuals are aware of the change.” “Wait so are you saying 3 people know that I just grew into a professional bodybuilder since this afternoon?” Harry said, shocked. “Who?” “Well, there’s you and me, obviously, but I didn’t say ‘people,’ and the machine isn’t exactly picky.” He answered, pointing a thumb over his shoulder without even looking back. Harry followed the gesture to see the very obese rat looking at him, stunned. “Haha, oh.” “It’s interesting that your clothes ripped.” “Interesting, or sexy as hell?” Harry said, bouncing his pecs fondly remembering the sensation of cotton being shredded by his physique. “Both, really. I intended that the machine would protect people observing the change as it happened, I didn’t realise material objects could get caught up in that too.” He thumbed through his notes. “Which leads me to what we need to test next.” He said with a concerned expression, considering how to undertake this test. “And what’s that?” “I need to test a prompt on somebody who isn’t aware of what we’re doing, to see if they realise something has changed.” Harry raised a hand to his chin and held his elbow. It was almost a comical thinking pose but Jacob couldn’t help but be reminded of an actual marble statue on the promenade of the university, and was struck by how much better a statue of his newly-endowed best friend would be. “How complicated can the prompt be?” Harry said finally. “A few lines at best. Anything more complex could have horrible results.” “What, like Jerri winning survivor?” said Harry, a faux look of terror shadowing his face. Jacob couldn’t help but smirk. “No, on a more personal level. If we sent a prompt to someone that was, say, a few paragraphs long, they could have that being pumped into their subconscious mind throughout their life. We don’t target many junctions at once to prevent future prompts from all happening at once, but even still, having huge amounts of information bombarding your mind could lead to a complete mental breakdown, or something like schizophrenia, hell even a whole other personality developing.” “Well I guess we wouldn’t want that. But I was thinking something more… complex, but short.” “I suppose it should technically work, but why do I get the feeling you’re up to no good?” “Oh, now why would you doubt me like that?” Harry asked with a devilish grin cracking his painfully handsome features. He briefly explained his plan to Jacob, who was concerned at first, but with some not-so-subtle attempts at flirting and charm from the behemoth youth, he accepted. 46 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
citizenies Posted November 10, 2019 Share Posted November 10, 2019 So hot!!!!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Built22 Posted November 10, 2019 Share Posted November 10, 2019 Great start Hope we see more of this Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blasphemer Posted November 11, 2019 Share Posted November 11, 2019 Great sequel!!! Here's hoping for more! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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