growth How To Make The Rugby Team [PART 1]

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X: I haven't proof read it yet, but I can't seem to save it so make do, point out mistakes and I'll get back to it.

 

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Stephen had walked up to the gymnasium at least five times over the past couple days. Each time he'd wimp out and back off, only to build himself back up soon after and make it back out. The rugby team were meeting here, each day this week as the season started. They were preparing, getting ready for a tough year where their opponents looked bigger than ever. They had to get pumped up, gunning to win and Stephen wanted to be in there and be a part of that. Today he made it.

 

The first thing he noticed when he swung open the door was the smell. Next was the noise. The grunts and moans of 20 men working out, pushing, pulling, pumping. All was accompanied by a musk, the stench of sweat and dirt that was just intoxicating. None looked up from what they were doing as Stephen entered. He wondered if they noticed him at all. Stephen had been working out for some time now but he felt he just couldn't pack the mass on. He'd look at himself in the mirror and flex and he'd notice the vascularity of his arms, the peak of his bis, how his peaks shifted under his skin as he bounced them around. He had rows of abs that were admired, by everyone but him. He was a pretty boy but he wanted to be thick. He wanted to have mounds of muscle packed upon each other, thick pecs resting below thick arms and a thick back. Just thick. He wanted to look in the mirror and get hard and he felt no better place than to get inspiration and support than the rugby team.

The coach had noticed him as he walked in and approached him.

 

"Hey! We're in the middle of training at the moment, if you'd like to come back later I think they co-"

 

"No, no, I'm here for the team" Stephen cut him off "I want to join this year"

 

The coach laughed "I'm not so sure mate, we're pretty much packed up this year" he pat his gut as he said that; it was firm "And we've got to be big y'know"

 

Stephen noticed the coach look him up in down. Stephen was doing the same. The coach looked young, but mature. He had a heavy stubble on a perfectly sculpted jaw. Chest hair burst out of this coach shirt that must have been two sizes two small. It clung to him like wet, accentuating his broad back and chest, each nipple poking out, hard. He certainly didn't have abs but he wasn't fat. His gut was packed and powerful, he was built like a brick house. Along with the rest, his shorts left nothing to the imagination. That bulge was fascinating and his thighs pulled each short leg tight. He hadn't seen the coach's ass but he assumed it'd be much of the same.

 

"Well what have you got?"

 

Stephen realised he'd been gawking "Um, how do you mean?" He was getting hard, he could feel it.

 

"Prove that you can make the team." The coach licked his lips "Drop and give me 50"

 

Stephen did. And each one he pumped out coach counted. "1... 2... 3..." He got to 45 when he said "Okay, 100"

 

"What?" Stephen slowed

 

"Give me 100, hear me!"

 

Stephen didn't answer, he kept pumping them out and he kept going after a hundred and the coach didn't stop counting. Eventually he collapsed under his own weight.

 

The coach laughed "Oh man, that's a valiant effort"

 

Stephen could feel his chest pound under his shirt. It felt tighter as it rubbed against his nipples.

 

"You've got potential kid. Come with me"

 

The coach started to walk away so Stephen dragged himself up and followed. He walked into the locker-room. Stephen was about to follow him when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

 

"Oi, what the fuck do you think you're doing here?" The voice was deep.

 

Stephen turned around and came face to face with the thickest chest he'd seen in some time. Stephen wasn't short so this guy was tall and he was built. His body dripped with sweat, glistening under the gym light as he panted heavily. 

 

"Uh... well I'm looking to join the team"

 

"Ha! You? I doubt it" this dude look Stephen up and down just like the coach did "Take your shirt off"

 

"What?"

 

"I said take your fucking shirt off"

 

Stephen didn't hesitate. He peeled off his shirt and held it. The man in front of him took it from him and held it up.

 

"Well you won't be needing this any more" So he tore it. Like paper, it fell to his feet. "I'm Mark, I'm the captain"

 

Mark began to put forward his hand so Stephen instinctively mirrored and went in for a handshake. But Mark didn't stop. He went forward and put his hand on Stephen's chest. He rubbed it over and around, squeezing each pec and grabbing firm each nipple. His hand wandered down over his abs as he bit his lip. He nodded.

 

"Turn around"

 

Stephen did. He was getting hard. He stood there for a moment, in silence before Mark gave him a hard slap, right on his ass.

"Yeah, don't worry, you'll be useful here" Mark walked away, a thick pair of glutes bouncing behind him.

 

Stephen readjusted and made his way into the locker room. The coach was sitting there, legs wide.

 

"What took you so long? I doesn't matter. I'm actually happy you showed up today, you'll be very helpful. A useful addition to the team" the coach got up and started rifling around in his bag.

 

"So wait- I made the team?"
 

"Uh, yeah sure" He was distracted "Just not right now, you gotta try something first. Come here."

 

Stephen came close as the coach pulled something from the bottom of his bag. It was a clear box with a vial. And in his other hand was a capped syringe.

 

"Coach I don't know if I can do that!" Stephen stood back "It's cheating and doesn't it fuck up your junk"

 

The coach chuckled "No, it doesn't. And it's not that. It's something else. It'll get you on the team"

 

Stephen was intrigued again.

 

"You need to get big, and this will do it" The coach gave them both to Stephen. "I want you to go home and give yourself this. Just 20ccs. No more. Not yet. Then I want you to have a big meal. And I mean big, as much as you can get. Carbs, protein, you know, workout food. If you can get some shakes in there too, that'd be great. It should work"

 

"Should?"

 

"Well, yeah, this is a new batch. It can be hit and miss but I tried some on one of the players. It worked pretty well, you might've noticed him" Stephen thought he did. "Go on kid, get home. Come back tomorrow, this year's gonna be hard."

 

***

 

Stephen sat at his dining room table. He pulled the vial out of the container and stuck the syringe in. He pulled out the recommended amount and stuck it into his arm. He felt nothing so he began to eat. Before him sat a personal buffet. He had pulled food out of the fridge, his meals for a week, three quarters of a left over chicken, a gallon of milk, beef, bacon. He poured himself out some protein shakes, he had cereals and toast and he began to ravage it all. The more he ate the more hungry he felt. He ate and he ate and he ate. He ate until he was full and he continued to eat until he was done. With it all. He ate more than he thought could fit in his stomach and it showed.

 

He laid back and pat his full stomach. It was pronounced as his shirt rode up over it. As he rubbed it to sooth it, it began to grumble. It grumbled and grumbled and it shrunk. Immediately it went away, from bloated back to his washboard abs. He was amazed; it must have worked. Stephen didn't feel any bigger though. He was going to wait though, he trusted this would work.

 

***

 

Stephen was getting ready. He was meeting with a friend later and he'd be over soon. Pulling over a shirt it felt tight. Not too much but it did feel like it was a stretch to get on. Same with the pants; tight around the calves. The door bell rang.

 

"Hey man, how's it going?"

 

"Oh you know" Stephen's friend Rob entered "Getting by."

 

Rob entered the living room and sat down. "So what've you been up to?"

 

"I went to try out for the rugby team today"

 

"Oh no way, I didn't think you'd be interested in that"

 

"Well, they let me in"

 

"Congrats man! How'd you do it, suck the coach's dick?" He laughed

 

Stephen blushed, he felt his body tighten "He gave me this stuff, to get me big"

 

"Come on dude, you shouldn't get into that shit-"

"No, it's not that it's like thi-" he paused. He felt his body shift. "Like this stuff that processes protein or something I don't know. Hey you want a drink?"

 

"Sure."

 

Stephen made his way to the kitchen. He felt a draft on his ankles. He looked down and saw his pants were shorter than they were just before. And they were tight. He felt it cling around his legs, stretched out. And his shirt felt like he'd picked out one from years ago. He wondered if it was noticeable. He brought the drinks in. Rob looked over as he came in and laughed "hey, you wanna go put on some proper clothes?"

 

Stephen looked down. He noticed his treasure trailing poking from the bottom from his shirt. Was it thicker than usual?

 

"I swear these fit earlier"

 

"Ha, ha, very funny man now do-"

 

*RIP*

 

Stephen's pants tore down the side. His quads spilt out. They were definitely thicker than before. 

 

"Dude..." Rob's mouth was agape

 

Stephen laughed and smiled, proud. He began to squat. His pants tore again, right across the ass. Standing back off he grabbed the front and pulled them right off. Standing in just his underwear he began to flex his legs. He was putting on a show for Rob. Then his focus turned upwards. Stephen turned around and flexed out his lats. He was wide and with it his shirt tore in two places, right on each side. Then he turned back and flexed his biceps. Each one tore through each sleeve. His shirt was shredded. As he pulled it off he began to take in his new body. The serum worked, he was much thicker. His abs weren't as defined but they were there and they felt powerful. He'd almost forgot Rob was in the room as he pulled a bunch of poses, each one turning him on a little more.

 

Suddenly Rob's hand was on his chest.

 

"I swear you weren't this big before" His finger rubbed over a nipple. It made Stephen harder. Stephen looked down and saw Rob had something growing in his pants. He smiled. Rob blushed and stepped back, picking up his bag.

 

"I've got to go dude, something's come up."

 

He rushed out the house. Stephen didn't mind, he had his own body to work with. He quickly made his way upstairs and stood in front of his full length mirror. His was definitely big.

 

Pulling out some more poses he assessed his body. His biceps were like boulders, each one much thicker than before. They were longer and rounder and filled up each arm. His forearms matched, and were nicely vascular. His shoulders were like rocks. But it was his pecs that amazed him. They were round and heavy and soft in each hand. He bounced them and they rippled along his chest. He twerked each nipple, for each felt much rounder and thicker than before. They were suckable. His abs definitely weren't as visible but he felt strong. He was like an offseason bodybuilder early in their career. He loved the look. He was fully hard and leaking precum. His underwear was beginning to stain so he pulled them off, already fraying around the edges. His dick stood tall and full of girth. It was bigger than before. Grabbing it in his hand he began to rub as he looked down his body to his legs. His quads were fucking massive, powerful. His calves had to be seen to be believed. But his ass, oh his ass. Round and thick, he made each bun bounce. It was more than a bubble butt, it was a beachball butt. This would make Mark happy.

 

That thought pushed him over the edge. He'd been stimulating his throbbing cock that seemed to just grow in his hands until he couldn't hold it back any more. He came and he came loads. All over the mirror, it dripped down the reflection of his brand new body.

 

He fell back on his bed and smiled. Coach would be proud.

 

END OF PART 1

[Rigel126]

Nice one! Keep it coming! (Pun intended!)

[spacevlad]

Wow VERY hot start. I love the sweaty rugby locker room guys and love the guys in your story are thick, bulky, and huge rather than ripped. can't wait for part 2!

[musclesmoker]

More!!!