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Wow, I guess it’s been almost two years since I added to this story, huh? That’s what happens when real life gets crazy busy. Time for a new chapter. Karim needs to graduate from high school and go to college! 

 

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Genie with a muscle growth fetish – part 6

It had finally happened! Karim had graduated from high school and he left the stage in the auditorium with his diploma in hand. It was time for a new adventure: college! He had applied for a small community college and he was accepted right away. His grades were very high, so getting in was not an issue.

 

During the very first week of classes, Karim checked in at his dorm and he was assigned a roommate. At first, he was rather nervous about this, but he calmed down when he saw that his dormmate ended up being a nice guy who was just as nervous as him.

 

Barry was a complete nerd. He was short, skinny and he wore glasses. He was clumsy and nervous, constantly wiping his thick glasses with a cloth, which he kept in his shirt pocket. The guy was a science nerd and he was happy to just keep to himself for most of the time. After he checked in and unpacked his belongings, he walked over to the library where he stayed until late that night.

 

It was after 10 PM when Barry returned, quietly opening the door, changing clothes and switching on the desk light so he could check his emails on his laptop.

 

“Oh, crap… Why, me? Why do I have to take this dumb class?” Barry mumbled quietly, but loud enough so Karim could hear it.

 

Karim woke up and he quietly walked over to Barry’s side of the dorm room.

 

“Hey, roomie! What’s going on?” he asked him.

 

“It says here that I have to take a one-credit gym class!” Barry groaned. “I just HATE gym class!”

 

“Ohh, come on, dude!” Karim smiled. “It can’t be that bad! All you do is go to the gym and you do a few arm curls!”

 

Barry turned towards his new roommate with a sad look on his face.

 

“Can you go with me?” he asked his dorm-mate. “I’m just really scared…”

 

“I’ll take you over there! Trust me, you’ll like it! I’ll help you out!” Karim smiled.

 

So, it happened. Barry registered online. He picked the same class that Karim was already enrolled in. They had the same times and place, so they could go together.

 

Later, the following day, Karim and Barry walked up to the front counter of the student gym. Since it was Barry’s first time, he took his picture at the front desk. He provided some information before he was let in the weight room. All he was wearing was a tank top, sneakers and shorts.

 

“Here, start with these, bruh!” Karim suggested, as he walked past the long rack of dumbbells which were in front of the long mirror against the brick wall. “Just do a few arm curls!”

 

Barry grabbed two 5-pound dumbbells and struggled raising them up using his thin arms.

 

“Hey, kid! Go for the two-pounders over there! Don’t hurt yourself!” another young man shouted at him. The man was much bigger and way more muscled, of course.

 

“Crap, man… What the hell am I doing here?” Barry groaned as he set the dumbbells down. “I’m good at science and engineering… I don’t even belong here!”

 

“Barry!” Karim whispered. “You’re doing fine. This is only your first time in the gym! Just ignore those big guys!”

 

“Why can’t I just take a basket-weaving class? I HATE this!” Barry cried out as he dropped the weights on the floor and he marched back into he locker room, leaving Karim behind.

 

Karim them walked behind him, meeting Barry sitting in the corner of the locker room, wiping tears from his eyes while cleaning his glasses with his cloth.

 

“Hey… What’s the matter, bruh?” Karim said quietly as he sat down next to Barry, who was feeling pretty upset right now.

 

“Dude… I’m a nerd, okay? I’m no muscle guy! I don’t freaking belong in a gym! This is a place for jocks and athletes! I’m no athlete! I don’t have any muscle on me, see?” Barry cried out, pointing to his skinny arm. “I’m totally out of my element in this stupid place!”

 

“Okay… I’m gonna help you gain some muscle… Come over here to the dressing room!” Karim said, as he pointed to a small room which was located next to where the shower stalls were. This room only had a mirror and a metal bench. “Come here!”

 

Barry and Karim walked into the dressing room, quietly closing the door behind them.

 

“Okay, now… Don’t make a sound. And… Don’t tell anyone that I helped you with this, okay? You better keep this as a secret!” Karim whispered to him.

 

“Uhh… Why? What? What… What are you gonna do to me?” Barry asked nervously.

 

“You’re just wearing a tank top and loose shorts. Good! You got some room to grow in those clothes!” Karim stated as he examined Barry from head to toe.

 

“Huh? What? Why? What do you mean?” Barry stuttered.

 

“Sssshhh! I’m gonna grow your muscles a little bit… Just stand still… Don’t move!” Karim hissed.

 

“What!!??”

 

“I’m a Genie, you idiot! Just stand still and shut up for one moment, will ya?” Karim whispered back.

 

Barry just stood there, staring at Karim with his jaw wide open. Was he just dreaming? Or, was it just that Karim’s response was so ridiculous that he didn’t know how to reply?

 

Something weird happened to Barry in that dressing room. It was something that he couldn’t explain.

 

His arms began to bulge with muscle as his triceps and biceps inflated to the point where the arms were hanging a bit at an angle rather than straight down. His pectorals inflated into large orbs of muscle at the same time, filling out the top half of his tank top while his shoulders widened considerably. Mighty lats formed under his thick arms, giving the boy that V-taper all bodybuilders love. His flat stomach was suddenly covered by six-pack abdominal muscles, which magically surfaced out of nowhere.

 

“Ooohhhhmmggg….” Barry moaned softly as he felt the tingling sensation rage through every muscle in his body while he felt his size, his weight and his strength increase dramatically all at once.

 

His quads inflated into mighty pillars of muscle as big, thick, long strands of muscle formed between the waist and the knees. His quads also grew very wide, almost ripping his shorts at the seams. Finally, while the quads were growing above the knees, his calves were inflating below them. Big, hard, round spheres of vein-covered muscle ballooned from the back of his legs, increasing that surge of strength that flowed through his legs dramatically.

 

“Uhhhhh….. Ohhhhhhhhhh…” Barry groaned until the sudden growth spurt came to a stop.

 

“There! Check yourself out in the mirror, big guy!” Karim smiled.

 

“What the—” Barry sighed as he turned around and stared at his reflection in the mirror. “WHOAAA!”

 

“SSSHHHH!” Karim hissed. “You idiot!”

 

“What… How… How the hell did you do that?”

 

“Magic! Now, Let’s get back out there and lift some weights!” Karim ordered. “I’ll tell you tonight!”

 

Barry walked out to the weight room and strolled back to the rack where the dumbbells were. He grabbed the 5-pound weights and did a few curls, finding them much too light. He set them back and tried the 25-pound weights instead. His big biceps bulged as he did a dozen curls before the large mirror. Other guys walked by, admiring the young, muscular guy.

 

“Feels good?” Karim said to him.

 

“Yeah… I mean… It’s so easy!” Barry smiled. “It’s a piece of cake when you got big muscles!”

 

Karim breathed a sigh of relief. Barry finally liked going to gym class now!

 

That evening, while back in the dorm room, Karim told Barry that he was a Genie and that he had the ability to make the muscles of other people grow, but that he preferred to keep that a secret as much as possible. Barry promised Karim to do his best to keep it a secret as well. Occasionally, they would look for other guys to grow on campus, especially since there were a lot of guys enrolled who could use some help bulking up!

 

So, everything seemed great for Barry and Karim, until the following afternoon, when Barry returned to the gym on campus.

 

Barry walked up to the front counter and showed his ID card, where the young man scanned it in. The scanner beeped and the young man stared at Barry, before staring at the picture on the screen.

 

“Umm… were you here yesterday?” the young guy asked.

 

“Yeah! I worked out here for the first time yesterday afternoon!” Barry replied.

 

“Uhh… Can you remember around what time you came here yesterday afternoon?” the man behind the counter asked him.

 

“Uhh… I think I was here around four? Give or take?” Barry pondered. “Why? Is there a problem??”

 

“Hmm… We’re not sure. I can’t let you in the gym right now! You’ll get an email from us in a few minutes!” the young man replied.

 

Barry just turned around and walked back to the dorm. Once he arrived, he received an email message from the office of the Dean of Students! He had to go there right away! What was going on?

 

Barry dashed out of the room and he ran over to the Dean’s office, where he had to wait. Finally, he was let into a small office, where he met with a older gentleman who wore a long dress shirt and a tie.

 

“Are you Barry Bakovich?” the older man asked. “Hi, I’m Louis Woodard. Please sit down.”

 

“What… What seems to be the problem, sir?” Barry wondered.

 

Dr. Woodard showed two pictures on his laptop. One was of Barry taken at the gym the day before, and the other was of Barry, taken that afternoon. The face was the same, but in one photo, Barry was skinny and in the other he was big and muscled!

 

“Barry, we do not accept or tolerate drug use on our campus. We can see here that you have gained a lot of muscle over a very short amount of time. I just want to say that this is unacceptable! If you’ve been found using drugs in your dorm then I’ll need to expel you from our community college!” the Dean of Students explained in a very serious tone of voice. “So, Barry, please be honest with me. Are you on steroids?”

 

“What? No! Oh, no! No! Uhhh…. Let me get my friend… My roommate… Karim…” Barry said as he frantically sent Karim a text message, telling his dorm-mate where he was. “He needs to come here!”

 

About three minutes later, the door opened, and Karim walked in, closing the door behind him.

 

“Yes, Dr. Woodard?” Karim said politely as he sat down in the chair next to Barry.

 

“Karim… Please explain to me… How can Barry Bakovich here be a skinny guy on Tuesday and then walk into the same gym as a big, muscled guy on Wednesday afternoon?” the Dean asked him.

 

“Like this…” Karim smiled as he waved his hand.

 

Suddenly, Dr. Woodard felt his biceps bulge under his long-sleeve dress shirt. They grew and grew until they almost ripped out of his white shirt sleeves!

 

“Oh my! What…. What the hell? WHOA!” the Dean of Students gasped out loud, flexing both arms at the same time just as the secretary walked in.

 

“Dr. Woodard? Did you want anything? More coffee?”  she asked.

 

“No, Jessica! I’m good!”

 

“Ohh…. You’re working out, huh?” she chuckled before she closed the door.

 

Both Barry and Karim just glanced at each other as the older man examined his new, bulging biceps.

 

“How… How did you do that, Karim?”

 

“Well, sir… I’m a Genie… My specialty is growing muscles on other young men… I can assure you that this explains why Barry here grew so big in such a short amount of time!” he explained. “This has nothing to do with drugs or anything!”

 

“Good… Uhh… That is a big relief! Uhh… We shall keep your… ability… a secret… And, Barry, you have been cleared. You’re both dismissed!” the dean said to the two boys.

 

“Thank you!” Barry said as he and Karim left the office.

 

“Dude, next time you grow somebody’s muscles, do it more gradually, okay?” Barry suggested.

 

“Yes! Lesson learned! Let’s go eat!” Karim smiled as both boys walked down to the student union for some well-deserved dinner.

 

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Wow... just two likes? I’m kinda feeling bummed out that a story which received so many requests for a sequel now receives so little feedback and so few likes now that a sequel has been written. I’m very tempted to pull an arpeejay right now and just delete the whole thing altogether. 

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