muscle-growth Troy's Maggot - 8

[Jaypat]

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Troy

 

Morning Maggot. Yeah, I know I look a little down. Actually, I’m a lot down. What’s the matter? You know how sometimes everything is going great and all of a sudden it all falls apart? You do? Well, that’s how I am this morning. I almost want to skip our morning run. That’s how bad this is.

 

What happened? Well, for starters, Cindy and I broke up last night. You know, she never got the whole maggot thing. She just never got me. Oh she thought she did. She thought she had me all figured out. She thought I was like some little kid and the muscle building thing was some stupid pointless kid’s game, like a bunch of 8-year-olds playing King of the Mountain, or something. And who knows, maybe that’s how it begins. But it’s way bigger than just a game. The desire for muscle and strength is a part of us, of all dudes, weather we know it or not. It’s part of who we are right down to our chromosomes.

 

I mean think about where humans were thousands of years ago. It was all about survival then. The bigger and stronger you were, the better chance you had to survive. Humans were like that for tens of thousands of years. And you know what? Genetically, were still the same species we were then - I saw a National Geographic special on it.  Our need to be bigger and stronger—it’s still hard wired into us. It’s part of being a man on its most basic level. It’s built into our bodies, our psyche, into our fucking souls!

 

And it’s also a big part of what attracts the bitches to us. I mean, Cindy’s the hottest girl in school. Do you think she would have been dating me if I didn’t have guns like these? Boom. Boom. Yup, lefty and righty, bigger, harder and veinier than ever! 18 ¼ now. I want them to be 19 by the time I’m 19, and I’ll fucking do it, too!

 

But she couldn’t understand that.

 

But you do, Maggot, you understand. You get me because, since I got hold of you, you’ve woken up. You’ve felt it too. You’ve seen how muscle adds to you, like an important piece you never knew was missing. And then it becomes such a part of who you are and what you are, you can’t imagine life without it. You’ve felt that, haven’t you? You know what I’m talking about. I see you nodding. It’s beyond fucking liking it, you fucking need it, like you need food, like you need to fuck!

 

That’s why it took me so long to figure it out.

 

Figure what out? Why you started skipping meals to slow your growth and why you started giving your gear to Ralphie.

 

Good, I’m glad you’re not denying it.

 

When I first figured it out, I felt betrayed, betrayed by my own maggot! I was fucking pissed. I mean for weeks I had to look at Hunter smirking at me as his maggot just got bigger and bigger and bigger! Huge veiny biceps stretching out his sleeves. His shirt pulling tight around bulging, striated pecs and his ever widening slab-like lats. Legs blossoming into fucking pillars. “What the fuck was he on?” I found myself thinking. I knew all Hunter could get is that street shit. And then it hit me: the only place he could be getting that kind of gear is from you. Then it all started falling into place.

 

Why didn’t I just come right over here and pound the shit out of you? Because I figured out why you were doing it. Yeah, that’s right. Here’s that blue bottle you’re always asking me about. You want this so fucking bad, don’t you? Of course you do. It’s built into your DNA. I get it. I get you. And that’s why I’m going to give you the shot.

 

So, now you’re gonna eat like a fucking horse and you’re gonna stop giving Hunter’s Maggot your gear. Am I clear?  Good.

 

 

Brian’s Journal – Day 66

 

I don’t know if today was the best day of my life, or the worst. I almost freaked when Troy figured out I’d been juicing Ralphie. I never thought he’d understand, but he did and he gave me the shot. Fuck, it felt like liquid fire running into my body and all throughout my veins. The feeling faded a little but it never went away. It didn’t feel anything like the gear. And there was only the one shot. Troy said it was all there was and it’d be all I’d need. I wonder what it’s doing. I wonder when I’ll notice.

 

When we got back from our run, I had to ask Troy a favor for my mother. Today they were taking our class photo for the yearbook and she didn’t want me wearing the Troy’s Maggot shirt in it. She wanted me to wear one of my button downs. Troy looked at me and cracked a smile like I’d just told him a funny joke. I thought he was going to say no, but instead he just chuckled and said, “Sure, Maggot, go ahead. Show me the one.”

 

I went to my closet and pulled out a light blue button down. To my surprise it looked like there might be a little dust on the shoulders. Had it really been that long?

 

“Nice shirt,” said Troy, obviously trying to stifle a laugh. “Go ahead; put it on.”

 

I sincerely didn’t get what was so funny until I stuck my big, muscled-up arm into the sleeve. It was like stuffing a sausage. I had to really squeeze it in there and once I did, the sleeve was hugging my arm so tight, you could clearly see every hard bulge of every muscle on it. Fuck. I looked huge in this shirt! Not necessarily a bad thing… I could see taking a class picture with my muscles literally bulging out under my shirt.

 

“Go ahead,” said Troy, finally releasing the laugh that had been pent up inside him “Try the other arm.

 

I tried to reach my arm around my back to pull the other sleeve on. But fuck, I could feel my steel-like back getting in the way. It was way wider than it used to be. And my biceps and forearms were too thick with muscle to bend as much as they once did. It was a struggle, but finally I got my other arm in the sleeve and shoved it through. I could feel the stone like muscles rebelling against the tight cloth covering. Fuck, it was like wearing two tourniquets on my arms. I think the blood flow had been shut off. And I could feel the thing stretching ridiculously tight across my hard, broad lats.

 

Troy was really laughing now. “Go ahead, Maggot, button it up. Hahahah!”

 

So, I tried, but I couldn’t pull the thing closed around my bulging pecs. Fuck. I had to get it closed. I couldn’t take a photo like this. I pulled and pulled and RIIIIIP! A huge tear opened up right down the center of my thick, muscular back. Fuck!

 

I took a look at myself in the mirror. Big arm muscles were bulging up under the sleeves, and the front was hanging open showcasing my large, hard, striated pecs and my washboard stomach. Hit with a sudden urge I pulled a most muscular pose. Instantly, my big iron biceps and forearms tore their way right out of the sleeves. I suddenly looked like the fucking hulk. Fuck yeah! But… All my button down shirts were pretty much the same size. “What am I going to wear now?”

 

Troy just about completely lost it, laughing. “What did you think would happen, Maggot?” he said. “Since you last wore that shirt you’ve put on 50 pounds of muscle and grown at least 2 inches taller. You’ve almost reached beasthood; how did you think that bulging muscular man’s physique would treat the shirt of a pathetic stick boy? It would utterly destroy it, of course! Hahahaha! Go ahead and wear your Troy’s Maggot shirt, the tank top. It’ll be a much better way to remember your senior year anyway.”

 

And so I did. I didn’t really have any other choice.

 

As the day went on, I felt the burning in my veins become more and more prominent. It was starting to make me feel irritable and hot. I broke out sweating a couple of times for no reason.

 

When I came down to lunch that day, Troy called me over to the jock’s table. When I got there he gestured me to lean in closely, then he said in a soft voice, “Maggot, you’re getting pretty big, now, but your attitude needs adjustment.”

 

“What?” I said.

 

“You’re body says, “Beast,” but the way you carry yourself still pretty much says, “Dork.”

 

“I don’t understand,” I said.

 

“Ok, let me show you,” said Troy. “Look over there on the right. You see Suarez sitting at that table with his girlfriend?”

 

“Yeah,” I said.

 

“He used to fuck with you, right?” asked Troy. “When he was bigger than you?”

 

“Used to” was right. They guy hadn’t come near me in months.

 

“Ok, you’re bigger than him, now,” said Troy. “Fuck with him. Go take his table.”

 

“I can’t take the man’s table,” I said.

 

“See, this is where your attitude needs adjustment,” said Troy. “It’s not his table. It’s your table. In fact, every table in here is your table. The only reason anyone is sitting at one of your tables is because you let them. Are you following me?”

 

“I think so,” I said.

 

“You don’t like Suarez, do you?” asked Troy.

 

“No,” I said. “He’s a douche.”

 

“Then why are you letting him sit at one of your tables?” asked Troy.

 

“Good question,” I thought. Then I turned to take care of the problem, but I felt Troy’s hand on my shoulder.

 

“Oh, and tell his girlfriend she can stay,” he said. “Because sometimes they do,” he grinned.

 

So, I sauntered over swinging my thick, muscular arms and looked down over my bulging chest at Edgar Suarez, and said, “Hey, Suarez, you’re sitting at my table.”

 

Suarez looked up at me. His eyes went wide and I’d swear he got a shade paler. “It’s… ah… not…not your table,” he said.

 

“Yeah, it is,” I answered, “and I don’t like you sitting at it, so get the fuck up!”

 

I leaned over, letting my larger, more powerful, muscular body dwarf his smaller, flabby one.

 

For a second, he looked panicked, like a dear caught in headlights. Then he picked up his trey and started to move to another table. I had to struggle not to look surprised. I didn’t know he’d cave that easily. I sat down at the table and crossed my big, bare arms as his girlfriend rose from the table.

 

“Not you,” I said. “You can stay… if you want.”

 

Smiling shyly, she sat back down.

 

I looked over at the jock table and saw money changing hands. Another bet; I should have guessed. Her name was Maria, and we had a very chill lunch talking video games. My appetite was enormous, though. I mean I usually have a big appetite these days, but today it was way over the top. I ate the food mom packed for me and still went up to the lunch line three times.

 

As the day progressed the burning in my body increased, making it hard to concentrate on anything. By the time my workout with Troy came at the end of the day, it had progressed into a constant hot throbbing. I wasn’t sure if I was running a fever. I thought I might be. Didn’t seem to affect my lifts, though. If anything, they were better than ever.

 

After the workout, I ran into Ralphie in the locker room. He was just coming in for his workout with Hunter. I had to admit, Raphie was looking pretty swole. His pecs were looking round and full in front of him. His abs had deep crevices separating them. His shoulders had gotten broader. Traps had started to rise out of his back behind his thickening neck. And his arms, even in their relaxed state were looking thick with muscle.

 

And believe it or not, I also saw Ross, the guy we used to eat lunch with every day until this whole maggot thing started. He was there after school because of a make-up gym class. Fuck, I couldn’t believe how small he looked. Holy crap, he was just skin and bones, and so very short. He didn’t have arms, he had thin tubes with joints about half way down. He had the shadow of a chest and no sign at all of the V our backs had developed. His t-shirt hung loose on his frame, baggy and wrinkled, almost as if there wasn’t anything beneath it to give it shape.  Damn, his legs were tube-like too. It looked like a stiff breeze would blow him over and half way across the room. How could he stand to be like that? And Fuck, I used to be just like him.

 

“Hey Ross,” I said.

 

“Hey Maggot,” he replied.

 

That was the first time anyone but Troy had called me Maggot and I wasn’t sure I liked it.

 

“Hey look, it’s little Ross,” cried Ralphie, striding over. Ralphie was having a bit more fun with his new size than I was.

 

“Ross,” said Ralphie, “Maybe you could settle a little bet between Brian and me.”

 

I was confused for a second. We didn’t have any bet.

 

“Who do you think has the biggest arms?” asked Ralphie, and he flexed his big, veiny nearly 16 inch bicep for Ross.

 

This was actually a little thing he’d been doing lately. Ralphie had blown-the-fuck-up since I started juicing him about 3 weeks ago. And since I’d been skipping meals, he was starting to catch up. Of course, this had been my plan, but I didn’t count on Ralphie’s attitude. He kept insisting his arms were as big as mine when they so definitely weren’t. My arms were 16 ½ inches easily the last time I measured them and by now were well on their way to 17. Tapes don’t lie, but he kept insisting they were the same, or else his were a little bigger. I don’t know why this annoyed the crap out of me so much, but it did.

 

Just as annoyed as I could be, I flexed my big guy right next to Ralphie’s. Mine was bigger, way bigger. You’d have to be blind not to see it. And it was starting to develop a nice little peak. But nevertheless, I anxiously awaited Ross’ verdict.

 

“Are you serious?” said Ross.

 

“I know,” I said. “I’m way bigger, right?”

 

“No,” said Ross. “That’s not what I mean. Do you remember when you guys used to be freaking normal? You used to watch TV and play video games and scope out the ladies… When was the last time you looked at a fucking girl? Don’t you see what’s happening to you?”

 

I looked over at Ralphie and he looked just as confused as I was.

 

“What the fuck are you talking about, Ross?” I asked.

 

“Yeah,” said Ralphie. “Come on, now, who’s bigger?”

 

“I give up,” said Ross, and he threw up his hands and walked away.

 

“That settles it; I’m bigger,” said Ralphie.

 

“What?” I said. “How the fuck did you get that? He didn’t say one way or the other!”

 

“Sure he did,” said Ralphie. “You asked him if you were bigger and he said, “No.””

 

“That’s not what he was saying,” I said.

 

“Sure it was,” said Ralphie. “You just don’t like it ’cause now I’m bigger than you.”

 

“You are not fucking bigger than me!”

 

“Yeah, I am. And I don’t know why you’re being such a pussy about it. It’s all because of you giving me the good shit.”

 

“Oh yeah, about that,” I said. “That’s gonna have to stop. Troy found out so now I can’t give you any more.”

 

Suddenly Ralphie turned red, and red just kept getting darker and darker. “THAT’S BULLSHIT,” he bellowed. “You’re just pussying out because I got bigger than you!”

 

“You are not FUCKING BIGGER THAN ME!”

 

Then Ralphie jumped on me, trying to knock me to the floor. I threw him off and he went slamming into a bank of lockers denting it pretty badly. He picked himself up and came at me swinging. But neither of us were boxers. In fact I don’t think either of us had ever been in a fight before. I was able to block his punches pretty easily and he blocked mine. Finally he just grabbed me again and tried to grapple with me. He slammed me into a locker bank and then I slammed him into another one. The lockers were getting pretty banged up and dented as our muscular bodies collided with them.

 

I slammed Ralphie into one locker bank that just toppled over causing a domino effect on the locker banks behind it. BAM! BAM! BAM, they all went down.

 

And then we were grappling on the floor. Rolling over and over. Both of us trying to wrap our hands around the other’s hard muscular body. I was so pissed and balls out trying to damage Ralphie, that I barely noticed when a couple of the gym teachers were pulling us apart.

 

Then suddenly we were in the office and we both knew we were in deep, deep shit. Our parents were called. Someone suggested the possibility of steroids to them. The fridge in my bedroom was searched, and then all hell broke loose.

 

They called in Troy. I told them it was all me, and that Troy had nothing to do with it. Troy let me take the fall for him. I don’t blame him. I wanted him to. I was fucked no matter what. But he’s a nationally ranked athlete. If he got caught with steroids, that’s be the end of his athletic career. They couldn’t really trace the shit to him because he’d pulled all the labels off just in case something like this should happen. They’re giving him a blood test, but it won’t show anything because Troy never juiced. He should pull through this free and clear.

 

Me, on the other hand… Ralphie told them I supplied him with his gear. That’s ok, I didn’t mind. It helped me look like the bad guy, so they wouldn’t look too closely at Troy. Criminal charges were discussed, but they decided not to go that route and Ralphie and I just wound up with a week-long suspension for fighting. Maggot shirts were banned and my parents forbid me to have anything to do with Troy.

 

But that’s ok; I didn’t mind any of it.

 

You see all during this bullshit, I was sitting in my chair feeling that hot pulsing racing through my system. I felt my chest gradually swelling up bigger and harder and I felt my back slowly expanding, stretching out the Troy’s Maggot tank top. In my pants I could feel my legs thickening with iron-like flesh. I couldn't understand how on one else had noticed. When I stood up, I noticed my pant cuffs were up above my ankles. And mere moments after I got home, my sneakers split apart releasing my growing feet from their suddenly undersized prisons.

 

So, ban Troy, take away all my gear and send me to my room for a week. None of it mattered. That blue bottle was doing its stuff. I could feel it welling up inside me. Pretty soon I was going to explode into a fucking monster!

 

And, hahaha, there was nothing any of them could do about it.

 

 

Next Part

[MrAlice]

I hope there's more to come! I wanna see the beast he can become, and i hope Troy gets to enjoy the fruits of his labor too!!

[mario2007]

Oh man, I'm DYING for the next chapter!!!!  Jaypat, you're a GENIUS!

[hardmuscl4life]

Excellent

[xboy]

I hope there's more to come! I wanna see the beast he can become, and i hope Troy gets to enjoy the fruits of his labor too!!

 

Agree we want to see Troy became an alpha too and grow bigger and stronger too!...oh and Maggot need to test his power and became real big...like branch warren too

[debate1]

Kinda of curious to see if ross is going to get invovled.

[MrAlice]

Agree we want to see Troy became an alpha too and grow bigger and stronger too!

Yeah man! Two mega alphas!!

[Kymuscleboy]

I was looking more forward the role reversal aspect maybe even Troy wearing a "Brian's Maggot" shirt, but two big guys could be cool too.  I guess it depends on if Troy's mom kept her placenta or something?  I think that was the key to making the formula in the blue bottle for Brian iirc.  I'm also curious to see how Ross figures into the story, how Ralphie's going to take being left behind, and what's up with the other "maggot" whose name escapes me at the moment.  Oh, Jaypat, you're a genius!  You've got so many good directions that you could take this story, and you've probably thought of more than anybody's even mentioned.  So, I definitely hope to see more, but I also hope we're not too close to the end.  There's still a lot of good material left to mine!

[debate1]

Can't wait for more! What's going on with Simon is Ross going to get into the competition.  This story has the chances of spin offs and get different points of view.  

[ploder4]

I'm hoping there's more but this section inspired me to write something along with it.  I will post it if people want to see it when it's done, but it will be a departure from the original.  It will be separated from the story with the prefix TSFUS (That's Some Fucked Up Shit).  I think you guys will like it.  If anyone recalls a story on another muscle growth story forum called "The Gardener" the author made a side chapter which was really really messed up in the head.  This is kinda like that.