Muscle Cream

[Bodicontak]

Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, for this new chapter! When I saw the post Muscle Cream, it seem familiar and when I opened it and looked back at page 1, I remembered the chapters back when they were posted and kept checking for new for for quite some time but eventually stopped.

 

The new chapter story line is great, I look forward to hopefully reading more chapters soon!

 

[magicworker]

Part 11: Rebirth

Tommy racked the squat bar and stepped back marveling at the thick quads filling his shorts and the wide bulges of his calves. They felt so powerful, and the weight that had felt heavy at first, felt lighter and lighter with each rep. Uther slipped into the rack next and also needed no spot for the almost 400 pounds on the bar. Tommy marveled at how Uther's legs had transformed, losing the soft, bulky size and replacing it with hard, vascular bulges. Then, he looked in the mirror and at his own tractor-sized wheels that had caught up with his oversized upper limbs. He had bought stretchy, extra large shorts for both of them, but they already hugged his ass tightly and rode up his flaring quads and looked ready to burst. "Chest next," Tommy announced as he drank his fourth protein shake that night.

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Bryan looked around to get his bearings amid the devolving flesh around him, trying to command his new, still forming legs to stand him up. Past the large flailing and dividing body parts, he could see Ron in a panic beckoning him over. Bryan set his destination as every inch of flesh around him opened up a small slit and began to spew white. Bryan ran, stumbled, slipped and crashed through the deluge of white cream. It blinded him and he nearly choked on the spray from every direction, but eventually found his way out the edge of chaos, following the sound of Ron's yells and his racing heartbeat. Bryan could feel the gallons of cream that had covered him absorb into him and drive his hunger to new heights. But was it his hunger? Or was it the hunger of whatever was in that magic lotion? Bryan's mind and senses expanded again but inward into the very formula and energy of the substance that had hijacked his body. He clenched his body against the pain of the hunger, the helplessness of his lack of control and the residual demand of the cream to change him, to grow him, to explode him once more. Bryan thought of how cautious he had been, not just with the cream, but his whole life, staying distant and avoiding risks, always jealous of his brother who reveled in abandon of the rules their parents had instilled in him. Now, he decided he was going to teach that caution to this invading power, take control of his own body and allow the only demands to be his.

Ron watched this internal struggle as Bryan's body rippled with fits of growth that receded back slowly, each time making Bryan's body look harder and denser and more powerful. At first, It looked like Bryan was going to explode again, possibly more literally than before, but the turmoil seemed to gradually settle and Ron's backwards steps toward the main entrance of the store slowed as well. The look of pain on Bryan's face smoothed into a look of concentration and then Bryan opened his eyes in a brief flash of white light. As Bryan relaxed, his body expanded back to the impressive size he was when he entered the roof of the store, but with a vascularity and density that made him look like power incarnate, not just a god, but the creator of all gods. Even from several yards away, Ron thought he could see Bryan's veins pulsing around his diamond hard muscle, and spotted small refinements still happening: a shift of a tendon here, a slight change in proportion there, improving somehow upon what had already been perfection.

Ron's dick was hard, hard it ever was, hard as steel, and angry red. His attention was rapt by the reborn god in front of him, but his cock again was increasing in size, up his chest and almost to his face, bloating longer and thicker with each beat of his heart. He felt the weight of it and then the panic of having to deal with such a monster organ again. Bryan was in front of him in a flash. Ron didn't notice him move. Did he run or teleport? he asked himself.

Bryan touched Ron's oversized phallus. Again, Ron never saw his arm move; it just appeared and made contact. Ron felt his dick explode and he couldn't keep his eyes open. He felt his balls and groin and prostate dance and fly. Ron wasn't sure how much time passed, but when he opened his eyes it felt like he had just had the best sleep of his life. He looked down to see his cock fire the last of his orgasm into Bryan's hand which was instantly perfectly dry. He was drawn again to stare at Bryan's perfect, thick, veiny cock that looked rock hard even when hanging flaccid, then saw that his own dick wasn't the monster it was, but a similar, well-proportioned but still beastly tool.

Ron looked over his body which had grown slightly, thicker in all the right bulges and with a hardness not quite as inhuman as Bryan's. "That should fix that," Bryan rumbled in a low bass that got Ron hard again so fast, his dick thwacked against his abs and Ron moaned.

Bryan took a step to Ron's side and surveyed the half of the warehouse covered in white cream and mostly destroyed. "That's a lot to clean up."

* * *

Tommy finished his incline flies after losing count of the reps with the 80-pound dumbbells. They had already benched huge amounts of weight, even flexing or doing push-ups between sets. He looked over at Uther still on the incline bench, performing slow, controlled reps with clearly no need for a spotter. They had already outgrown their old shirts, so Tommy had a clear view in the mirror of his own massive, pumped chest and wondered if the 3XL would be big enough once he got done growing his back next.

"This is unreal," Tommy exclaimed.

"Feels real good," Uther confirmed as he took the 45-pound plates off the bar 3 at a time.

"Bring those back over to the rack for rows," Tommy ordered. "I'll refill our water bottles."

Tommy could almost feel his back thicken in anticipation as he walked over the water fountains. Glancing around, down and up, he also noticed that he was farther from the floor, maybe up to a foot taller than before. This slight disorientation cued a nagging whispered yell from his memory, "This stuff could be dangerous!"

Growing huge had seemed like fun, but if he got much bigger... He was already the size that Ron was when he last saw him, or maybe he was already bigger that that? By the time the cream wore off, could he still play football on his team? still hangout with his friends? He looked at how small the water bottle was in his hand. Still play his PS5? He decided this was the last trip to the water fountain and he'd call it a day after blasting his back. After all, he was always going to be fun, playful Tommy, and he was bigger and stronger than his brother Bryan already, he told himself.

 

[magicworker]

Thanks for the encouragement and feedback, everyone!

Someone pointed out I hadn't finished "Lost and Found" either and I might get to that eventually.

[Hialmar]

18 hours ago, magicworker said:

Thanks for the encouragement and feedback, everyone!

I remember reading the early chapters of this story within a year after joining this forum, and I found it wholesome, but leaving me asking what the side effects were. The new chapters reveal that something weird is going on. Thank you so much, @magicworker. It is a really enjoyable story.