growth Sumo Muscle

[bbmikenj]

 George had always been solid and strong, even as a younger kid. "Big Boned" his mother called him. When he was twelve, he was able to beat both his older cousins in wrestling. They were sixteen and seventeen, and were on the high school wrestling team. George liked being able to pin his older cousins, and the feeling of power it gave him, so he started working out with the weights they had in their basement. From the start, he lifted heavier weights than they could, and he grew fast. He loved the feeling of his muscles getting bigger and stronger. He started lifting seven days a week, even though his cousins said he shouldn't lift that often. He thought they must be jealous of his big muscles and embarrassed that he could beat then in wrestling, because they refused to fight with him after awhile. George couldn't really blame them. He always won.

 

     Puberty kicked in early for George. His uncle said it was probably because of all the weightlifting he was doing, and because they were of Bulgarian descent. By the time he was 14, George was 5'10", and 180+ pounds of muscle. His chest had grown in thick with black hair. So had his forearms and legs. His uncle had bought more weights for the basement weight room for George's thirteenth birthday, so as a freshman in high school, he could bench press 305lbs for reps. Some of the seniors on the football team were bigger than him, but none were stronger or more muscular. He joined the team, not because he liked football all that much, but he liked being able to train more, and to plow thru guys on the field, letting them feel his power.

 

    He continued to lift in his uncle's basement, too, adding more weights whenever he saved up enough allowance money. And he added a full length mirror, so he could flex between sets. He liked being able to workout in just his boxers, so he could see how pumped up he was getting. His two cousins still lived at home while they went to community college, so sometimes they would come down to workout while George was there. George felt a little sorry for them because they were so weak. His older cousin could only bench 225lbs. George was on his way to 365lbs, and he was five years younger. One time, the two cousins teamed up on George and tried to pin him down on the basement floor. Even George was surprised when they couldn't do it, and he flipped them off him and pinned them down, one big hand on each of their chests. He was even more surprised at how amazing it felt, and the look of awe and fear in their faces. He didn't hurt them though. He liked his cousins. He just knew that he was superior to them, and so did they.

 

     George was seventeen years old when Mr Sanata moved in next door to his parents. George was on his way back from a workout in his uncle's basement, feeling huge. At 6'2", 229lbs, he was huge for a seventeen year old. George sauntered down the street, shirtless, and when Mr Sanata saw the swarthy Bulgarian kid, he thought he must be a bodybuilder in his mid-twenties. When George turned down the driveway next to his, Mr Sanata walked over to introduce himself. George noticed him coming his way, and couldn't believe the size of the man. Mr Sanata, a champion sumo wrestler from Japan who'd come to America to promote the sport, was 6'3, 339lbs. George had never seen anyone remotely this large, and despite his tremendous sumo-style girth, he was an impressive and powerful presence.

 

     Mr Sanata and George shook hands as they introduced themselves. George couldn't believe the strength in the older man's grip, and the huge sumo wrestler couldn't believe that George was still a teenager. He recognized the genetic potential of someone so young and already so powerfully built.

 

     "Do you like being so big?" Mr Sanata asked George.

 

     "God, yes," said George, who's pecs twitched up and down with pride that a man as massive as Mr Sanata had called him big.

 

      "Would you like to get bigger?"

 

      "More than anything," said George.

 

      "I could help you very much," said the big man. George liked the sounds of that, and so every day, after he lifted, he would go over to Mr Sanata's and gorge himself on a sumo diet of beef, fish, vegetables, rice, and, instead of beer, gallons of protein shakes made with pure cream. George's mom was relieved to not have to cook as much as before, and his dad was relieved not to have to pay for it. In exchange, George agreed to practice wrestling with Mr Sanata everyday. George liked slamming into the bigger man, like to bulls in heat. He liked all the ceremony surrounding the sport, too. But what he liked most of all was gorging himself with as much food as possible, to the point where he was all sweaty and practically immobile from it. He gained thirty pounds in the first month, and he couldn't believe how much he liked the bulk he was adding. It helped makes his lifts go up and up, and his uncle had to buy even more weights for the basement gym. Mr Sanata wasn't crazy about all of George's weightlifting, but by the second month of training, when George had gained another thirty pounds, and was now able to knock the seasoned sumo wrestler out of the ring, he couldn't argue against it.

 

     By George's eighteenth birthday, he weighed over 300lbs. His arms had gone from 18" to 23", his chest from 50" to 64", and although a lot of it was from the bulking, he was still as solid as a side of beef. Mr Sanata couldn't believe how hard the young man felt when they slammed into each other. Especially his ball gut, which rounded out to 42". On weekends, George would stuff himself until he couldn't hold another mouthful, put on his mawashi, the sumo loincloth, then have his two older cousins come out into the backyard, where he would strip off his shirt and have them punch his gut as hard as they could, until they were sweaty and exhausted, and their arms were pumped and veiny from the workout. George would flex his own 23" biceps for them to admire. He could make them bloat to 24" just by flexing them harder and harder. He let them touch his arms, so they could feel the hard swole muscle. "Mutant", they called him, and he would laugh and curl them off the ground by their belts, one in each hand, curling his 200lbs cousins like they were 25lbs dumbbells.

 

     Right after George graduated high school, Mr Sanata had to go back to Japan, and wasn't sure when he'd be back. George would miss him, but he wouldn't really miss the sumo wrestling. Mr Sanata had tried to find opponents for him, but no one could match him for his hard bulk and strength, so George was growing bored with it. He could focus solely on his weightlifting and growth now. He went to work for his uncle's landscaping company, and his uncle let him rip trees out of the ground with his bare hands. The whole crew liked watching George squat down around a tree, wrap his big arms around the trunk, and power it up with his huge glutes and quads, the roots ripping right out of the hard earth. Sometimes, if the tree was big enough, he'd put on his loincloth to rip it up, exposing his enormous rump. He'd feel his glute muscle striating as he'd uproot the tree, and his massive legs swell with power. He'd hear the crew muttering "mutante" and beastia" under their breaths. This would crank George up even more, and he would rack the trunk behind his neck, and walk around the yard with the exaggerated sumo shiko stomping he'd learned from Mr Sanata. His ass and legs would be purple with bloated pump by the time he stopped.

 

    By the end of the summer, from all the hard labor and lifting he had done, George had gained 30lbs of muscle, and his hard gut ball had tightened up a 38" tortoise shell ab wall. At 335lbs, he had 25" arms, 65" chest, and his quads, at their thickest point, were 39". He knew his stats because he would make his cousins measure him out once a week, usually after the hottest twelve hour day of landscaping, and then a two hour workout, so he was insanely pumped, drenched in sweat, and stank up the whole basement gym with his muscle mass. And although both his cousins had girlfriends, he saw them getting hard as they taped out his size. He would get hard too, watching himself in the mirror, being measured, flexing, sweat matting up his hairy beast chest.

 

    One day soon, when he'd tightened up even more, he'd have his cousins shave him down, so they could all see his massiveness with much more clarity. He wanted to be 350lbs for that, and since that day wasn't too far off, he ordered some posers. He made sure to order the ones that would show much more of his mass that his mawashi did.

 

[arpeejay]

Nom nom nom!

 

Outta da park, as usual, outta da park!

[Forced2Waddle]

Awesome mike as always

[spacevlad]

Any day with a new bbmikenj story is a good day. Incredible stuff, as always, you always push my buttons.

[musclefight]

it's been far too long… awesome beginning + cannot wait for the next chapter!

[iceman751]

Really liked what I read here, I only wish there were more Sumo Wrestlers in the World like George and Mr. Sanata, I can just imagine these guys stepping up to these huge fat guys and picking them up by their gear and tossing them out of the ring! I hope there's more soon!

[NerdJock]

Awesome as always BB!  

[tuffty]

Can't wait for the next part