Body To Match The Package

[musclesmoker]

First try at a muscle growth story, so be gentle.

 

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Body to match the package, part 1

 

My name is Jamie.  I'm your average high school senior.  Play a bit of football but I'm nothing to write home about.  Gotta stay focussed on studying so I can get into Yale to follow in dad's footsteps.  I'm into guys, and I'm open about it.  Luckily it's 2014 and nobody seems to mind at all, although I don't get a whole lot of action because there are plenty of other hotter guys around.  Ever since I can remember, I've dreamed of being bigger than I am.  The muscled jocks at school make me jealous -- even angry -- because no matter what I do, or how much I lift, I can't seem to ever pack on any muscle.  So like I said, I'm pretty average.  5'11", 170lbs and relatively solid but definitely not model or bodybuilder material.

 

That all said, there is one area where I'm substantially more blessed than the other guys at school.  Yeah, I mean my package.  Everyone jokes that I have a donkey dick, or a horse cock, but it doesn't really do me much good because I just don't have the body to match.  Funny, that even a 13" rock hard uncut cock, with mammoth low hanging lemon-sized balls, isn't a turn on for most guys because the rest of me is so fucking ordinary.  Anyway, I digress.

 

There's a circus in town this week and most of the school is going, but it's not really my scene.  I'd rather sit around home and fuck bitches on GTA... helps keep my mind off my lack of a sex life.  

 

Friday afternoon

 

School was brutal today, as usual.  Trying to keep all the bullshit math formulas straight is killing me right now, but thank god it's the weekend.  I left my last class a few minutes ago, and it was a bit of an ordeal.  I was sitting right behind Jake, the studly varsity football QB.  Staring at his impossibly thick neck and wide back, and breathing in his sweaty man stink kind of got me going.  It's bad enough that my limp dick is over 9" long... not exactly easy to fit it in jeans, let alone underwear, and today was no different than usual.  I actually had to get a couple jockstraps custom made for gym class.  I had to buy XXL sized ones, and a local seamstress took in the waist and added some fabric to the pouch.  Even with that, my meat kind of spills out of it and literally swings around in my gym shorts, but at least it's all collected into one heavy lump.  So anyway, I was pretty turned on by Jake's overall package, and when I stood up to leave, I realized I was nearly hard.  The snake going down my left thigh was obvious, as always, but for fuck sakes I even had a wet spot down towards my knee.  Christ he drives me wild.  My monster balls seemed to be hanging even lower than usual, and you could make them both out clearly through my worn jeans.  A couple guys near the front of the class noticed my less than subtle bulge and one of them actually grabbed it -- full on cupped the head of my horse dick -- when I walked past.  Everyone laughed.  It was a fucking show. Time to get home and let this thing loose.

 

I decided to swing into the bathroom and change into a pair of sweats that I keep in my bag for times like this.  My underwear (a ridiculously stretched out pair of light blue Andrew Christian almost naked briefs that actually manage to accommodate most of my meat) were a write-off, totally drenched in precum.  I couldn't help but squeeze it onto my tongue and smother myself in the musk of my own crotch sweat for a second or two.  Luckily nobody came in, because I forgot to close the stall door and it would have been another embarrassing show in the mirror for anyone who walked in.  Speaking of the mirror, I looked down at my hanging dick...a good 11 or 12 inches of half hard man meat, hovering over my two bull balls that swung proudly about six inches from my crotch.  It really is an impressive piece of equipment, but fuck I wish I could pack some muscle onto my chicken legs so people would actually be interested rather than just laughing at my monster dick.  Oh well, not much I can do about it right now.  I swung it back and forth for good measure, my heavy nuts making a nice "thwack" noise against my skinny thighs.  Sigh.

 

I pulled my thin grey sweats up my legs and let my dick and balls hang down my left leg, as usual.  It was pretty much soft, hanging somewhere over 9 inches, but fuck you could almost make out the head through the material.  Not to mention my nuts, which looked like two hanging apples behind my cock.  Well, I guess a freaky bulge in sweats is less embarrassing than a wetspot in jeans.  As I walked out of the stall towards the mirror, I watched my package swing back and forth between my legs... something I actually really loved the sight of, but fuck one of these days it'll get me arrested.  And just as I was almost feeling good about one part of my body, I caught a glimpse of my average, skinny arms in my fitted green polo.  Fucking pathetic.

 

I headed down the hall and out of the school, my package swinging lazily the whole way.  Got a few good glances from both guys and girls ... the most encouraging was from a skater guy I kind of have a bit of a crush on.  He openly stared and licked his lips... but he's just a tease.  I know he's more into the gym rats than joe blows like me.

 

My car (a ten year old rusty Civic) is in the shop again, so I'm stuck walking home.  And fuck me, the goddamn circus is smack in the middle of my route home.  Nothing like a bunch of carnies standing between you and your beloved couch.  They block off an entire road for this shit, so I have no choice but to walk right down the midway.  I guess at least I could grab some popcorn or something.

 

As always, my thin-fabric-covered dick 'n balls caught a few good glances, but I managed to get through most of the grounds without running into anyone I know.  But then just as I was coming up to the exit gate, who do I see coming towards me but my wet dream Jake... drool.  He was wearing an impossibly tight red tank top and black lycra cycling shorts.  What a fucking showoff.  I love how his arms are forced away from his body by his overall width, with his heavy, meaty pecs pointing nearly straight down to the ground... and his fucking tree trunk legs rolling around each other, straining the tight fabric of his hot, sweaty, delicious tight shorts.  His own dick actually looked pretty impressive in them.  I've seen him in the locker room and he's about 6 inches soft, which is respectable for most guys but actually looks a bit small on him given his hefty, swollen, sexy build.  And there it is... more fucking precum leaking from my hardening cock.  I looked away from my dream man to try and will it back down a bit, but he noticed me at the last second.  "Jesus, Jamie, put that thing away.  Go home and jack off to some fag porn or something.  I know I'm hot as fuck, but you don't gotta be a perv." A couple of girls walking by stopped and laughed, and one of them pointed right at my swinging meat.  I turned beet red with embarrassment.  I wanted to fucking KILL him.  Cocky, evil, sexy bastard.  I started to run, and all I could think of was how desperately I wanted to be able to get bigger.  

 

A second before I got through the gate, I tripped over a tiny, nearly invisible woman who seemed to be wandering around aimlessly.  She couldn't have been more than 40, but she had long, grey hair that was almost white.  "Fuck.  Lady, I'm so sorry," I said as I reached out to her to help her stand back up.  "Oh don't worry about a thing, dearest," she said, "I tend to not watch where I'm going at the best of times."  She stepped back a few feet and gave me a once-over.  I noticed when her eyes locked on my lowhanging meat and the unavoidable wet spot from my ever flowing fountain of precum.  But then she looked back up and locked her eyes with mine.  It was actually pretty strange.  It felt like she was looking directly into my soul, and like time had frozen for a minute as she studied me.  I eventually broke out of whatever trance-like state I was briefly in, and she grabbed my hand, saying "Come with me, dearest.  I've got something you need."

 

The tiny woman led me behind a tent, to a tiny trailer that must have been from the 1950s.  She swung the door open with some pretty intense effort, and hopped up the step.  She motioned me inside, and for some reason I didn't feel any reason not to follow her.  She pointed me to the only seat -- an ancient, worn built-in loveseat -- and started digging around in a cupboard under the micro-sized sink.  She turned back to face me, holding a large pill bottle of some kind, and said, "Dearest, I may not look very impressive, but then again, people tend to misjudge others based on their physical presence, don't they?"  I nodded, because I knew exactly what she meant, having been overlooked most of my life due to my unimpressive body.  "Well, over the past few decades, I've made it my mission to help out other folks like me.  The kind who understand how it feels to feel inferior, or under-appreciated, or even ... pathetic."  I felt a tear fall from my eye, and turned beet red again.  I'm such a fucking sob.  "Oh dearest, don't worry.  I promise today will be your last day feeling small and less than perfect.  I'm going to give you something that should help change your life.  This bottle is full of pills, made from ancient herbs from across the globe -- and beyond -- that can help you achieve whatever goals you desire.  I'm going to give them to you, and you're going to accept them gratefully.  You're going to take two each day -- one when you wake up, and one when the sun begins to set -- for as long as you feel you need a bit of a boost to become the man you desire to be." 

 

I looked at her wide-eyed as she handed me the bottle.  It was dark red glass, with a cork stopper, and no label whatsoever.  I wanted to ask her what exactly the pills were, when she locked her eyes on mine once again and I felt the same soul-grabbing gaze as a few minutes earlier.  Something in my brain clicked, and I realized that I could trust this woman.  I stood up, said only "thank you," and hopped out of the trailer.  My dick, thankfully, had gone back to its completely limp but heavy and thick nine inch state, so swung freely as I walked but wasn't protruding noticeably.  I left through the gate, but not before turning back for one last glance at the woman -- only to see that her trailer was gone.  Like it had never been there.

 

I looked down at the bottle of pills in my hand, admiring its weight and the beautiful red glass.  "I guess it's worth a shot," I thought, as I walked the last few blocks home.

 

 

To be continued........

[GrowingGeek]

It's a great start, definitely wouldn't have guessed it was your first attempt! Looking forward to see where it goes

[ttownlittlebear]

Great start please continue

[musclesmoker]

Thanks guys, appreciate the feedback!!

 

Body to match the package, part 2

 

When I got home, the house was empty, as usual.  My dad lives quite the life, usually half in the bag at one of his friend's places or down at the waterfront.  I grabbed a protein shake from the fridge (I'd been drinking them daily, hoping something might click and I would start to grow), and headed upstairs to my room.  I threw my bag on my bed and dropped my pants, letting the air get at my pre-cum dripping cock that was hanging proudly slightly away from my body, my beercan-thick dick head leaking a continuous stream through its loose, long foreskin.  I really don't know how I have so much skin on my dick, considering its length, but for some reason my foreskin overhangs the head by a good two inches when soft.  Another bonus, but not for an average guy like me.  As one particularly heavy glob fell to the floor, I glanced at myself in my full-length mirror.  Despite hating my body, the mirror came in  handy for package adjustments before leaving the house.  As you can imagine, it's hard to dress my lower half.  I did my favorite dick 'n balls swing, loving the thwack sound my package made against my thighs, and my monster started to grow upwards.  Staring at it, admiring its thickening state and my ever-lower hanging bull nuts, I started getting more and more turned on and my precum started flowing even thicker.  I'd actually asked the doctor about it once, thankfully he's a  close family friend so I wasn't really embarrassed, and he ran some tests.  He found out that my testosterone levels are about twice the normal rate for a guy my age, and joked that it should help me out in the gym...but to date, no luck.  He asked me whether I'd been lifting, which I had, and teased that if I worked hard enough, I might eventually end up with the same thick size as my linebacker of a father, who had trouble finding shirts and jeans to accommodate his fat-free, muscular build.  I flopped down on the couch and opened my laptop to a Facebook album of Jake, one where he was at the beach in a gorgeous tight black speedo, posing his beautiful, swollen body.  I knew he had posted the pics in the hope of having a modelling agency or college notice them, and I bet he had gotten some calls.

 

I settled on one of the last pictures, where Jake was holding a lit cigarette between his lips.  Fuck, as if the guy couldn't get any hotter, he was also a smoker.  I don't think he smoked a whole lot, but when he did, it was fucking beautiful.  My cock rose to its full 13 inches of attention, hard against my smooth, and sadly undermuscled chest, sending a stream of precum down my stomach and to my crotch.  I used it to start jacking, hard and fast, to the stunning photo of Jake, stuffed into his bulging speedo, his muscular legs holding up his heavy torso as he flexed a double-bicep with the lit cig between his lips.  Unnnnffffff...

 

My eyes rolled back in their sockets as I stuck my dickhead in my mouth to accept my thick, creamy load.  I shot for a good 30 seconds, swallowing continuously as my ballsack drained itself onto my awaiting tongue.  If I loved the smell of my crotch sweat, I absolutely adored my own taste.

 

I laid back against the couch, clearing my throat and watching my cock begin to lose its hardness as it slowly lowered to my lap.  My nuts felt amazing, having finally unloaded after my two encounters with Jake earlier, and they hung proudly just over the edge of the couch, pulled nice and low by their own hefty weight.

 

After a few good deep breaths, I reached for the controller for my xbox, but then remembered the bottle of pills sitting in my bag.  I stood up, my package swinging proudly back and forth as I walked to my bed, and reached into my bag for the bottle.  I popped the cork and it unleashed a delicious scent.  It somehow reminded me of the sweaty, thick, man musk that fills the locker room at school after football practice.  It was intoxicating, and I could feel blood pumping back into my balls and cock a bit once again.  I poured a few of the pills into my left palm and examined them.  They were also red and clear, and filled with some kind of thick liquid that must have been responsible for the intoxicating smell.  Something inside me begged me to swallow them, but I remembered what the woman from the circus had said -- one in the morning, and one at sunset.  "What the hell," I thought, as I threw the three pills into the back of my throat and dry swallowed them.  If they're a joke, they won't do anything.  And if they're poison, well, maybe I'll finally be put out of my misery.

 

I flopped back down on the couch and fired up GTA.  My dick was lying lazily across my left thigh, pulsating slightly but totally soft.  As always, there was a slight amount of precum dripping from it...something I'd learned to just live with.  Every five minutes or so, I reached down and cleaned out my foreskin, licking the sweet cum off my fingers.  Fucking delicious.

 

As I got into the game, I fell into a bit of a trance state, totally focussed on it and not really conscious of my body or surroundings.  If I had been fully alert, I would have noticed that my body was starting to sink ever so slowly deeper into the couch as my weight appeared to be going up bit by bit.  Blood was pumping through my veins, which were popping out of my forearms for the first time ever.  And the heavy dose of testosterone from my over-eager nuts was surging around my body, mixing with the dark red liquid from the three pills I'd taken without much thought.  I didn't even notice that my arms were starting to be pushed away from my torso slightly, to accommodate my growing back and widening lats.  My biceps were thickening, getting heavier and engorged with blood, and thick veins appeared, running right down the middle of each one.  My chest seemed to be gaining mass too, going from flat and soft to a pair of respectable, defined pecs that might actually show nicely through a shirt.  

 

That's when I heard the creak, as the wood of the couch adjusted to my new weight.  I broke out of the trance and looked down to see a nice thick pool of cum sitting on the couch beneath my dick head.  As I reached to scoop it up, I gawked at my right forearm, which was thick.  Like, wrestler thick, and veiny.  I examined it, feeling the meat, and then my eyes moved upward to my right bicep, which was a heavy, well-formed piece of man meat.  It looked like something you'd see on a college wrestler -- literally weighing his arms down.  I was starting to freak out a bit, and jumped to my feet, only to realize that I was standing completely differently than before.  My arms were now hanging at a slight angle from my body, and I could feel the wide muscles in my back kind of supporting my torso...it was a really neat feeling.  I walked over to the mirror, my dick swinging lazily and my balls hanging even heavier than usual, maybe a bit bigger than they were a few minutes ago, and my jaw dropped as I looked at my changed body.  I got there just in time to watch my legs begin to fill out, from thin, chicken legs, slowly growing and pushing themselves apart, forming into two beautiful, thick, meaty wrestler legs.  My calves caught up quickly, becoming two tight diamonds of muscle.  And then I felt my ass literally blow up, from its boring flat softness into two round, meaty, delicious glutes that I could actually call a muscle shelf.  "Fuck," I thought, "how the hell am I gonna find underwear to hold in this big ass AND my meat?"

 

Then I felt the pain.  It started in my back -- somewhere around my spine -- and shot up and down through my entire body.  I screamed out in agony as my entire body began to spasm, the new muscles pulsing, and my skeleton began to lengthen.  I watched in the mirror as I went from my average 5'11" up somewhere past the six feet mark, my body slowly stretching in tight, back-breaking pain.  And then it stopped.  I felt no more pain, and my muscles relaxed.  I unconsciously adjusted my stance slightly wider to accommodate my new height, width, and weight, and started examining myself in the mirror.  While nowhere near Jake's impressive size, I had sure as hell come a long way from my previous build.  I actually looked impressive.  Hot.  Masculine.  As I was cupping my new pec flesh, enjoying its heat and heft, I felt a crack in my jaw.  I looked back to the mirror as my face started to restructure itself ever so slightly.  My jaw perked out into a sexy, square Germanic look, my chin jutted out just slightly, and my nose lengthened slightly into proportion.  My eyes painlessly spread apart just slightly, and turned from their previous boring brown in a bright, beautiful, sky blue, accented by new long eyelashes and full, dark eyebrows.  I smiled -- intoxicated by my new masculinity, and noticed that my previously crooked teeth had formed into two rows of stunning white pearls, and I actually swooned a bit at the sight.

 

Then I felt the heat rising in my skin.  It was comfortable, warm, and spread through my whole body.  I watched as it turned from its pale white into a tanned, golden brown, like I had spent days in the sun.  It was stunning -- a beautiful, rich pigment that looked like it belonged a photoshopped model.  And then with a brief itch, a perfect coating of hair sprouted on my arms and chest, setting off my overall look and probably making me the most masculine, albeit not the biggest, guy at school.  

 

"Jesus fucking Christ," I said out loud as I continued giving myself a good once-over, groping my new muscle meat and breathing in the accompanying warm musk.  "What the fuck is in those pills?"

 

To be continued...

[jhanley1]

Great story! Looking forward to the next chapter!

[graniteknighte]

Definitely looking forward to this story!

[Mdlftr]

Terrific descriptions and compelling action!  Great job!  This is your First story?  

 

Amazing!

 

Two Thumbs UP!!!

[logan314]

definitely keep it going! 

[loveembig]

What a hot story, please keep it coming! I'd love to see him hook up with jake. If only pills like those really existed! My skinny ass would be all over them! Lol

[musclesmoker]

Body to match the package, part 3

With the growth spurt apparently over, I stood at the full-length bedroom mirror and examined every inch of my newly-bigger body. I didn't think to take any official measurements, but my guess was that my biceps were somewhere around 17 inches, hanging thick and heavy at my sides with a real sexy vein running down the middle of each. They were easily my new favorite body part, well, after my dick I guess. The next best was definitely my ass. Real life thick, heavy, meaty bodybuilder glutes. It was definitely disproportionately bigger than the rest of my body, which I found hotter than hell. I've always been completely obsessed with men with big, meaty, muscle butts and I could honestly now count myself as one of the best I'd seen. I wouldn't call any other body part of mine as bodybuilder-like -- not yet anyway -- but my glutes definitely were. They stuck out like a shelf and were just so damn meaty...I would definitely have trouble finding jeans to contain them.

Next I examined my nice full chest. Again, not bodybuilder-big but definitely sized to match any bulky college wrestler. Each pec pointed out and downward, my nipples at a more than 45 degree angle to the floor. Speaking of my nipples, they also seemed to have grown a bit -- big delicious hard pink medallions begging to be bitten. I groped each pec with the opposite hand and loved the feeling of my fingers sinking deep into the dense but soft muscle.

And then came my legs. While disproportionately small compared to my hefty glutes, they were in line with the rest of my body and definitely two thick, threatening tree trunks that could easily choke any thick jock at school. I had never really believed that someday I might have actual muscular quads, but I sure as hell do now. They supported my upper body proudly, pulsing with testosterone and masculinity. My old legs had been so skinny that they had actually gapped a bit, letting my balls to hang between them. But my new wheels fought for space, which forced my whole package outward from my body. Again, jeans shopping was going to be very difficult.

Speaking of jeans, obviously my old clothes weren't going to accommodate my new body very well. I've always been into wearing nice fitted clothes to show off the little bit of size that I had, but I doubt any of them will fit now. I grabbed a pair of my skinny-but-not-too-skinny jeans from the closet, actually one of my loosest pairs, and bent down to try to drag them up my thick legs. After a solid five minutes of pulling and stuffing, I'd managed to get them up over my quads and calves. They looked like a second layer of skin, and I could easily make out the diamonds of my quads that stretched the fabric thin. My dick hung heavy still outside them, soft and around 10 or 11 inches, and my heavy, lemon nuts a 6 or 7 inches behind it, and my ass stuck out behind me teasing me to attempt to pull the jeans up over it. Well, I started with my package, and managed to just barely get it all stuffed down my left pantleg. It was actually painful, as my balls were squished between the fabric and my quad muscle, and you could nearly make out the veins on my cock through the denim. Absolutely unwearable unless I wanted to never have kids, and also get arrested for indecent exposure. My ass was another story. I could barely get the seat of the jeans up over it by an inch or two. Each meaty, soft glute protested and forced the fabric to stay down below them. It was definitely a futile attempt. I had to give up, and hauled the jeans back down to end the cramped pain from my poor nuts and to admire my thick trunks and monster ass once again.

I picked up the same green polo I had worn to school earlier and struggled to pull it down over my chest. Even my arms stretched the fabric, to the point where another inch or two of muscle would have easily torn through. My chest protruded very nicely, looking delicious and meaty through the stretched cotton. And my 6 abs were all visible through the shirt -- fucking HOT. I twisted my body a bit to take a look behind me, and heard a loud, quick rip as my wide back, lats, and defined meaty shoulders broke free. My cock jumped from semi to rock hard and a monster load of thick, creamy cum splattered straight out over the mirror in front of me, running down to the floor like a sticky waterfall. As I shot, my balls heavy heaved up and down with each pulse, finally landing about half an inch lower than they had started. I wrapped my hand around the top quarter of my cock, and if I wasn't mistaken, it felt somewhat thicker than before. The thought alone made me start to bone up again slightly. Fuck this was an incredible day!!

Time to hit the mall, after a trip to dad's closet to grab some looser clothes.

To be continued...