growth A, 1

[thirtieths]

(Will eventually contain elements of growth and theft)

 

The officer's body was tough and taut beneath the fabric of his uniform, but although his chest still bulged outwardly against the confines of his clothes, he found that his shirt, once impossibly-tight, felt a tad bit looser these days. Despite there being no interruptions in his diet or the intensity of his frequent sessions at the gym, age taunted him by softening his pecs just that little bit more every couple of weeks and invisibly stealing the definition of his powerful arms as the months faded in and out. When his colleagues back at the precinct wished him a happy birthday and congratulated him on another year on the force, common courtesy forced him to smile and politely thank them when all he wanted to do was lament what he had lost. 

 

He was fifty two. Before that, he was fifty one, and that was when he had first began to notice the stealthy degradation of his condition. The realization was one that seemed to sour his whole entire existence, preying on him, lacing his mind with poisonous wandering thoughts that reminded him time was no longer on his side. "Your biceps seem a bit saggier," the voice in his head suggested. "Those abs aren't as impressive as they once were." 

 

Sometimes, he felt as though he'd be willing to do anything to go back to the way things used to be, when he was always impressed by how he appeared in the mirror. 

 

He pulled over a man who was going 35 miles over the speed limit, which was typically an almost inexorable offense. Officer Kurt Brandt knew that he'd have to stick him with a ticket when he walked over to stopped car's rolled down window to give him the usual talk. The last thing he expected was the driver to thrust his arm out and grasp his forearm with an inescapably-tight grip. 

 

"Hey!" Brandt yelled. "What do you think you-" 

 

A mysterious sensation that warmed the expanse of his muscled gut cut him off, leaving him without words. At first, he felt like he was suffocating, but then he started to flood with energy and arousal. Soon, his pectorals felt as heavy as lead and the button on his shirt collar popped in response to the thickening of his neck. His could feel his stomach tightening and pushing outwardly, filling with pounds of coiled, compact muscle that his skin painfully strained to accommodate for while the veins on his biceps flared triumphantly as they bloated with powerful mass. Against his professional instinct, Brandt began to moan, struggling to suppress the urge to tear off his clothes and witness the fantastical growth that transpired within him. 

 

"You want to keep it?" The man asked. 

 

Brandt could only offer him a grunt, a whine and a nod. The pleasure silenced him yet as he continued to grow. 

 

"Then you're not giving me a ticket." 

 

Suddenly, Brandt grew stern, knowing that he couldn't allow his personal desires cloud his judgment. This could be considered nothing less than a bribe. Picking up on the possibility of the officer's apparent change of heart, the stranger reaffirmed his grip and Brandt almost fell to his knees. 

 

His body, now carrying nearly forty more pounds of muscle, began to quiver and shake. The officer's eyes grew cold and wide with fear as he felt his muscles tremble: he could tell they were receding and the pain was unbearable. It shot throughout him, draining him gradually. Involuntarily, he whimpered, and the stranger stopped. His shape then bounced back to its new normal. 

 

"Do we have an agreement?" He said, brimming with smugness and self-assurance. 

 

"Yes," the officer said in a voice that simultaneously affected both joy and defeat.

 

"Good, then here's my number. I know you're going to want more."

[ThePecman]

That is one helluva opening scene. Good work -- can't wait to read more.

[thirtieths]

Kurt stumbled through the door of his apartment with a throbbing erection that made it almost difficult to walk. Ever since his encounter earlier in the day, he had found that his sexual appetite had become insatiable. He tried to distract himself with his work, hoping to relieve himself from the ravenous cravings that spread from the tightly-coiled mass of his abdomen to the very tip of the head of his cock, but all the effort in the world couldn't suppress the emergent beast that quarreled with his focus. However, Kurt was home now and a Sisyphean endeavor quickly transitioned into a gift from the gods. He smirked confidently, stroking the stubble on his chin before he began to unbutton his uniform, quickly shrugging it off his stretch mark-laden shoulders and onto the hardwood floor. 

 

His new proportions greeted him in the mirror as he made his way into the bathroom. The sleeveless shirt he always put on under his clothes was being tested to its limits. His nipples were rock hard, protruding impressively from beneath the surface of the tenuous white fabric. He felt his heaving, sweat-drenched pecs straining against the material, noticing that they were nearly twice that size that they were previously, progressing from impressive to astounding. If his back hadn't strengthened alongside his chest, it'd surely be killing him. The two pectorals were pulsing, sore from their transformation and engorged with mass that his skin still felt taxed by, the slabs of muscle falling heavily over his stomach in a nearly inhuman fashion. That was one of the first pieces of evidence that his anatomy had truly been pushed to its limits, or at least what had been its limits before. Using his thumb and his index finger, Kurt massaged his nipples, kneading the meaty, freshly-hardened growth and seethed at their sensitivity. 

 

Unable to resist, Kurt pressed his pecs together in a triumphant flex and then subsequently allowed his hands to rest upon his bloated gut. Earlier, Kurt's abs looked as if they were fading away caused by a demoralizing combination of decreasing testosterone and slowly increasing body fat, but now, the eight segregation sections of his stomach were all unquestionably evident. In fact, they had grown so much, it seemed as if he'd developed an unprecedented sort of muscle belly, rounding out subtly in response to the presence of truly unparalleled mass. 

 

It wasn't long before the officer realized how close his hands were to his cock. By the time he unceremoniously unbuckled and cast off his belt, he had lost his patience, opting to simply tear off his trousers, humming with aggressive satisfaction when they ripped apart instantly. He made even shorter work of his underwear, which he destroyed by flexing his powerful legs and mesmerizing ass. Now, nothing remained in his way. 

 

He stroked himself without rhythm, grasping his length tightly. Lust overwhelmed him as he erratically worked his body into release, flushing his cheeks and soaking him further with a seemingly-endless supply of sweat. With his interests being met, his focus was all his own as he intently pumped every inch of workable muscle in his body, gazing at the rigid, rippling man in the mirror as orgasm once again brought him to surrender. 

 

On the floor, Kurt fished a crumpled piece of paper out of the still-intact pocket of his black pants and read the number aloud to himself, a bliss-induced smile illuminating his face, resolving to make a call once he had finally gotten tired of himself. 

 

Four hours passed before he had even thought of touching a phone. 

[Dodger]

Incredibly hot.

[spacevlad]

Awesome follow up, best part is I know he wants even more.

[musclesmoker]

Hot! More please.

[geektofreek]

Fucking incredible. I've been aching to read, about an older guy especially, experiencing some form of "midlife-muscle" problems, haha. Great work.