ThePecman Posted June 26, 2016 Share Posted June 26, 2016 Damn, that is fucking good writing. Really fine work, JRT. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
parsom Posted June 26, 2016 Share Posted June 26, 2016 Love the lifting scene. Very well described by an author who probably has experienced the real deal with serious lifters. Nice work overall. Can't wait to read more.... 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bunkyboo93 Posted June 26, 2016 Share Posted June 26, 2016 Busy week and just discovered this MASTERful series. Thank you for a wonderful morning of reading! I'm a sucker for hot dialog and so far, your writing is really getting me going. Keep up the incredible work, JRT! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
canon Posted June 26, 2016 Share Posted June 26, 2016 Awesome story. Really hope Mark gets involved some more!!! Keep it up Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post jrt5810 Posted June 28, 2016 Author Popular Post Share Posted June 28, 2016 Eleven “Hey Meat, join me in here,” Jay said as he finally emerged from the locker room with his gym bag. He walked briskly down the hall – I had to scramble to get up and chase after him as quickly as my pumped-and-pained legs would allow. Jay swiped a card against the sensor on a wide, unmarked door and it unlocked. He opened the door and stepped into the pitch black room. I followed, as the door closed and re-latched itself behind me. For a moment, we were enveloped in darkness. I heard Jay flip a switch, and the overhead spotlights flickered to life. It was a huge room – maybe fifty feet square – with a glossy wood floor like in a gymnasium and floor-to-ceiling mirrors on every wall. “We have cardio classes in here,” Jay said, explaining the existence of the room. “But it has other uses.” He set down the bag and looked back at me with a somewhat menacing grin. He wheeled a flat bench away from the wall and into the center of the room. From his bag, he removed a large aluminum canister. He unscrewed the cap and handed the canister to me. It was heavy and about the size of a two liter bottle. “Drink it. Your muscles are hungry,” he said. I took a sip of the thick mixture – it was the same meal replacement I’d had a couple hours earlier, and what Jay had been feeding me all night. I downed the huge shake in no time, gulping it down, dripping it down my chin and onto my shirt. I was a mess but my body was so insanely hungry. Jay pulled my stained, sweat-drenched shirt up and off, and used it to wipe the dribbles of shake from my chin. “That’s two liters, Meat. That’ll add some weight.” “I can’t believe I was able to drink all that!” I rubbed my stomach, round and full. “Take off your shorts,” Jay instructed. With a little difficultly, I pulled the sweaty gym shorts down over my thighs. I had nothing on but my briefs. “Look at yourself, Meat. You’re swelling up like a balloon!” Jay gestured to my reflection in the mirror. He was right. I wasn’t huge – not by a long shot, particularly after having just seen a man the size of Mark in the flesh – but I was incontrovertibly bigger. Thicker. I had gained only maybe ten pounds, but they were the best and most visible ten pounds I could have imagined. All within twelve hours. “I’ve never felt this big,” I said, staring at myself, flexing my still-pumped quads to see new veins snaking around my inner thigh. “And you will never be this small again,” Jay replied. “No one is going to recognize you in a week. In a month, you’ll hardly recognize yourself.” He stepped over to his bag and started digging through it, pulling out a preloaded syringe and some disinfectant. “Take off your underwear, stud.” I complied and he guided me over to the flat bench, having me lean over on it with my ass in the air. I was so hungry for Jay, hungry for the growth, that in that moment I would do anything he told me. Jay quickly cleaned my left glute and pinned me. Another big injection. He kept pressure on the injection site for a bit, gently massaging the oil into the tissue. “I have one last leg exercise for you today,” Jay said. He saw my shoulders slump in disappointment. “Don’t worry, Meat. You’re going to love this one.” He winked. Jay pulled off his tank top. Under the dramatic spotlights of the room, his chest looked bigger than ever, with dramatic shadows cast by his pec overhang. He was an absolutely stunning man. Looking at him – drinking in his beautiful form – I knew instinctively that, no matter how big I got, he would remain the embodiment of my fantasies. Jay stood next to me, comparing our bodies in the mirror. He moved into a double biceps pose. I mimicked him. He entered a most-muscular, and I copied it. He performed a beautiful side chest pose, and I did my best to duplicate. He bested me on each display, but we were both acutely aware of how much progress I’d made in mere hours. “I’ve never been more excited to be ‘the smaller man,’” Jay said. “I don’t think I’m going to have to wait very long.” He pushed up against by back, his crotch pressed to my bare ass. He wrapped his arm around me and started rubbing my full gut with one hand and gently fondling my balls with the other. “Looks like the boys aren’t wasting any time,” noting how swollen they were. “They’ve never felt this full,” I said. They’d been tingling all workout, and the sensation was being more intense as Jay touched me. “It’s not only that they’re full. It’s that they’re growing,” Jay explained. “I’m forcing them to produce more testosterone. Buckets of it. You’re about to go through one hell of a second puberty.” Without warning, he squeezed on my balls and I nearly screamed from the sensation. It wasn’t the pain – that was sharp but not unbearable. No, it was the explosion of erogenous sensations that coursed through my body. Such a surprisingly intense feeling from my balls, and had my cock not still been numb from the pre-workout formula, I know I would have shot right then. “Time for your last movement of the day, Meat. This one is gonna put on more size than anything else you’ve done,” Jay said. He slipped off his gym shorts and underwear to reveal his gorgeous legs, his massive cock. Another dig in the gym bag and he pulled out lube. He applied a few drops to his hard cock and lay down on the bench, cock sticking straight into the air like a flagpole. “Straddle me,” he said, his deep voice and tough demeanor only partially concealing how eager he was to get inside me. I threw one leg over the bench and stood over his cock as well as I could, facing him. The cock head was brushing against my ass cheeks, moist with lube and pre-cum. “Sit on it,” he grunted, instructing me to lower myself onto his dick. I dropped down slowly and guided the head to my asshole, feeling it push against the tightness of my hole. “Relax, Meat. Relax and let me in,” he said. And I did. And he was in. I gently lowered my body until I felt my glutes press against his crotch, his cock fully buried inside. My fatigued thighs shivered from holding my bodyweight in this partial crouch. “You’re gonna do bodyweight squats. I’m not going to move. It’s all under your control,” Jay said, looking up at me. “How many?” I asked, eager to get fucked but dreading more leg work. “As many as it takes to make me cum,” he replied. “Get going, Meat.” So I started. I stood up until I could feel his cock head putting at my asshole – not quite standing, knees still slightly bent and quads still tensed – and then lowered back down – cock pushed in to the hilt, legs still not relaxed. And up. And down. Again and again. It was brutal work, my legs and ass under tension the entire movement. Waves of pleasure rolled through my muscle tissue as my body was pushed to the limit, and more pleasure shot out from my plump balls and Jay’s big cock massaging my prostate. Ten reps. Fifteen. I was huffing and puffing, dripping sweat from my forehead, to my chest, down my abs, and onto Jay beneath me. I was raining. I was an oven. At eighteen reps, I paused, my legs cramping. “Keep going,” Jay said with a moan. “My legs…” I replied. “Between that shot and what’s pumping out of your nuts, you’ve got enough testosterone in your system for a fucking army. You don’t know what you’re capable of. I do. Keep going.” Nineteen. Twenty. Of course I could do them. They were just bodyweight squats. I’d only just had the most intense leg workout of my life. I was just fucking myself with Jay’s cock. Of course I could do this. I hit 30 reps, then 40. I looked down at my legs to see them bigger than ever, more vascular and defined than I’d ever thought they would get. And I wasn’t stopping. 50 reps, and I fixated on Jay beneath me. Huge, gorgeous Jay. Letting me fuck myself with his perfect cock. Letting me grow while we got off. I wouldn’t rush, I decided. I wouldn’t speed up to make him cum fast. Instead, I would draw it out with slow, hard-fought reps. Extend his pleasure as much as possible. “You like this ass?” I growled at Jay. “You like fucking my tight hole?” “Ahh shit, boy. I *love* your ass. Damn, you’re getting hotter by the minute.” And I was. I could see it in the mirror, watching myself as I used big Jay as a dildo. I was thicker, more defined, pumped all over. Somehow more masculine, more brutish. My heavy balls slapped against Jay’s lower abs as I hit 70 reps, my legs numb to the pain, operating like tireless machinery. “Tell me how big you’re gonna grow me, Daddy.” 80, 81. My thighs were so engorged with blood, they were turning purple. “Your muscle daddy’s gonna turn you into a freak of nature, Meat. I’m gonna blow you up so big you can hardly walk. Not even your sick muscle-obsessed mind can imagine how massive you’re gonna get.” I could tell Jay was getting close to climaxing. His big cock was swelling even thicker and he had a wild look in his eyes. “I’ve got plans for you, Meat. I’m gonna pump you full of chemicals, feed you until you burst, torture you in the gym, and fuck you so hard you forget your own name.” Jay was growling at me. This wasn’t his fantasy. This was reality. This was happening. 89, 90. “Do anything you want, Daddy. I’m yours. Just get me fucking huge!” I shouted, and as I did Jay exploded inside of me, his cock pumping shot after shot of cum deep into my gut. I could feel the heat of it filling me. I was in absolute ecstasy, my balls were pulsing with my heartbeat, and yet my cock was still numb. It felt like I had come without releasing a drop. “Okay, Meat,” Jay said, still under me, his cock still inside me. “Let’s get you up.” I attempted to stand up again, to push myself off of Jay, but I soon realized it was not happening on my own. My legs had cramped and were too pumped to do the job. I pushed and pushed, only to feel my quads fill with yet more blood and watch all these new veins become more pronounced. Jay had clearly seen this problem coming. Still inside me, me still sitting on his waist, he sat himself up – his magnificent abs pulling tight as he did so – and grabbed me at my armpits. With a solid grip, he lifted me up. All with his shoulders, really. He had so much power in him. The ultimate man. My legs did what they could to help out, and he got me off his cock and standing. I leaned against a mirror for some support, smearing it with sweat and Jay’s cum. “Sit down, sit down,” he said with a laugh, seeing me struggle to stay vertical. I dropped onto the weight bench as he wiped himself down with a towel. My head was spinning and my legs kept spasming. Every muscle in my body – not just my legs – felt bloated. “You’re not going to want to do this,” Jay started. “…But it’s for your own good.” He pulled another another canister from the bag and unscrewed the lid. “Oh… Jay…” I said, doubting that I could down another two liters of shake so shortly after the last feeding. “Your brain’s telling you that you’re full,” Jay said. “But you aren’t. Your body’s running at an entirely different level now. You haven’t gotten used to it yet.” “There’s no way I can…” “Feel your gut,” Jay said as he pointed at my stomach. “It was packed tight before we started fucking, wasn’t it? How is it now?” He was right. In the span of minutes, my overloaded gut had now shrunken down to normal. Actually, it had shrunken down to tighter and more defined than normal. “Here… Relax on the bench and I’ll help you.” He knelt beside me and held the canister to my mouth. “Can you try drinking a little bit for me?” “Uhh… Yeah, I can drink a little,” I answered. I was dreading it. Jay tipped the canister and the shake started to slowly pour into my mouth. I swallowed a little, and it went down easier than I had imagined. He kept pouring. I kept swallowing. Soon, it was more than just a little bit. Soon, it was Jay's left hand firmly at the back of my skull, holding me in place, while he pushed the canister against my lips, dumping more and more into my mouth. I had no choice but to swallow it. He was forcing it in whether I wanted or not. Once again, my belly was getting packed tight with fuel. I wanted to fight it, but I knew I needed this to grow. "Good boy," Jay said as I sucked down the last of the shake. "That's the way a freak feeds." He caressed my bulging gut – tracing the increasingly-defined ab ridges with his fingers, pressing against it to test the solidity of it, clearly enjoying the heavy roundness of it. I got up off the bench and began inspecting myself in the mirror. A little broader here, a little more cut there. I started hitting poses, really flexing hard and feeling it deep into the muscles. “Yeah! Get into it, Meat!” Jay encouraged me, watching as I pushed myself and admired my own progress. “I want you obsessed with your body. I want you to love your muscle.” I had moved past exhaustion, past the fatigue of the workout and the fucking. I wanted more. I wanted to push harder. I couldn’t get enough. Sweat poured off me as I pumped myself up, with Jay rubbing his calloused hands across my pecs, squeezing my biceps, cupping my meaty ass, still wet with his cum. “Let’s clean you up, beefcake,” he said, leading me through another door – a shortcut into the locker room. Thankfully, it was empty. “Go ahead and hop into a shower and I’ll bring over a towel for you,” he said, pointing to one of the well-outfitted stalls. This locker room was nicer than even luxurious hotel bathrooms I’d seen. I warmed up the shower and stepped inside, pulling the curtain closed behind me. The water felt terrific on my body as I began to wash away all of the sweat, lube, and cum. I was soaping up when my hands found my dick. Still numb. I’d had an amazing sexual experience and hadn’t thought once about my own dick. A hand reached through the curtain and touched my shoulder. I looked over to see a rapidly dissolving pink square on my damp skin. More chemicals. Jay stepped through the curtain, closing it behind him. He pressed my back against the cool tile with one arm as he started massaging my chest with the other as the hot water splashed across both of us. He squatted down and took my right nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it. I bucked from the intensity of the sensation. Moving lower, he ran his tongue across the ridges of my abs, moving down towards my crotch. The big man squatted low enough to begin playing with my balls, licking them, sucking them gently into his mouth, all while the water landed on his face. And then, my cock. If my dick had been numb before, it sure as hell wasn’t now. The pink square had done its job and awoken it. He merely touched it with his tongue and it sprang to life. In mere seconds, I had the hardest erection of my life. My cock was undeniably thicker – I’d almost call it “plump” – and longer. It was so sensitive, like I was hard for the very first time. Jay smiled as my stiffening rod nearly smacked him on the chin. He grabbed the base and took the head into his mouth, working it over with his tongue. As I was about to cry out in ecstasy, he reached up and clamped his big hand over my mouth. “Shhhh,” he whispered. Through the white curtain, I could see the faint outline of another man walking into the shower area after his workout. Over the spray of water, I heard the rattle of metal curtain rings being pulled back in the stall next to ours, and the noise of another shower head turning on. Jay kept his hand over my mouth, pressing just a little too forcefully as he went to work on my cock. It was more intense than any blow job had felt – almost like my erogenous tissue was now more sensitive. His chin tickled my balls each time he slid down the shaft. I could tell they were heavy with cum. Right as I was about to shoot, Jay pulled my dick from his mouth, stood up, and spun me around. He slicked up his cock with suds and pushed the head against my asshole. Again. He was ready to go again. I braced myself against the tile as he shoved his dick in. He’d just cum inside of me, but this was different. On the weight bench, I was the one in control. Here, he was in command. It was fast, rough, and aggressive. Jay was taking my ass, pounding away furiously, and I had no will to stop it. We worked together silently. He was slamming up against me but slowing as he approached my ass to avoid the telltale sound of skin slapping skin. I was cushioning the impact against the stall wall with my arms, bending at the elbows to soften the blow. I was screaming with passion – but only on the inside, letting out no more than a muffled grunt here and there. This was what I needed. Brutal powerfucking by my muscle daddy. Letting me know that, no matter how big I grew, I would always be his fuck toy. Always belong to him. As he continued at a furious pace, I was getting pressed up against the tile. He was so big, so strong, that he couldn’t help but push me around while he thrusted. My chest was flat against the wall with his muscled left arm braced across my upper back. It was difficult to breathe. Slam. Slam. Slam. Slam. We executed it so perfectly, one would think we’d been fucking in showers for years. Perhaps the guy in the stall beside us heard something, but it wasn’t obvious what was going on. Still, the risk of being discovered heightened the thrill. My thicker cock and full balls were now getting squeezed against the tile, and the sensation was pushing me to climax. I didn’t even need to touch myself – Jay’s huge dick turning me inside out, the incredible new sensations from my crotch, and visions of myself ballooned up huge, still begging to get pounded mercilessly by my daddy were conspiring to send me over the edge. The last straw was feeling Jay’s hard pecs twitch against my back, feeling his nipple drag along my skin, and recognizing that within weeks or perhaps even days, my pecs would be bigger and harder than those of this dream man. I came. And came. And came. Copious, almost comical amounts of jizz exploded, blasting the wall of the shower and dripping down, getting diluted by the rushing water. My sphincter tightened abruptly as I shot, and the clamping down on Jay’s big dick drove him to explode too. He pumped out a few shots inside my ass, then pulled out, his big cock head emerging with a pop, to fire a few more shots up all the way to my shoulder blades. The man was a machine. He’d delivered the two most powerful orgasms I’d ever witnessed within fifteen minutes of each other. What would happen as I grew? Would these get more intense? Was that even possible? I couldn’t wait to find out. Jay wasted no time cleaning us both up, soaping away the cum once again, and washing the walls of the stall well enough to remove any lingering evidence. He shut off the water, and motioned for me to get out and towel off. After I’d walked back to our locker, he got out and did the same. “Let’s see how these do on you now,” Jay said with a big shit-eating grin as he tossed me my clothes from the opened locker. I didn’t understand what he meant until I tried to pull up the clean pair of underwear. As soon as they hit my thighs, the elastic on the leg holes started stretching to its limit. With some tugging, I got them pulled up, but then my thicker ass and bigger package fought for space and tugged the waistband down to reveal the top of my crack. The shorts he’d given me weren’t much better. They rode high on my thighs, showing more skin than I was used to displaying. Skin that, I’ll note, was thinner and revealed new striations and veins. I could walk in them, but squatting down would have split them in half. At least the t-shirt wouldn’t be a problem, I thought. I hadn’t trained upper body at all. In fact, I was not so lucky. I was able to get my arms into the sleeves, but struggled to get the tight fabric pulled down over my torso. Why was I having so much trouble? Why couldn’t I bend my arms as far as I normally could? “Don’t struggle, Meat,” Jay said to calm me. “Let me help, big boy.” He tugged on the hem of the shirt to pull it down over my chest, fixed the sleeves, and smoothed out the back. “You’re gonna want to take a look at yourself,” he said, kissing me quickly on the lips and turning me to face a mirror. “Fuck,” was all I could manage. I looked like a real bodybuilder. Not just a guy who lifted. Suddenly, I had the beginnings of a bodybuilder’s shape – the broad shoulders, the big pecs, narrow waist, thick thighs. I looked powerful. I couldn’t take it – my tightly-packed cock was struggling for space as blood rushed towards it. Horny again. Already. “Oh yeah. This is gonna be a lot of fun,” growled Jay as he grabbed me in a bear hug. “Let’s get you some lunch, Meat.” 18 40 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
perados Posted June 28, 2016 Share Posted June 28, 2016 All the waiting definitely paid off... This chapters was so hot once again. Thank you... keep up the good work 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
maneki Posted June 28, 2016 Share Posted June 28, 2016 Thx for very good story! Can't wait for full body growth. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kymuscleboy Posted June 29, 2016 Share Posted June 29, 2016 Every new chapter is just fantastic! I look forward to each new installment to see more growth, and the story of what happened with Mark is most interesting. I hope we learn more about it. 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ldnmscl Posted June 29, 2016 Share Posted June 29, 2016 This is my favourite story in a while! Looking forward to the next chapter. 4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
perados Posted July 1, 2016 Share Posted July 1, 2016 When can we expect an new chapter? Please don't stop it here 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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