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Story: Überteen

Hello guys,

This is the story that would follow the "Rise of the Übermen" universe ( if you guys still remember it). Anyway, in this chapter there is no growth, but don't worry, there will be lots of growth in the next, and I'm already working on it.

Thanks Redkage for inspiring me to write about this lovely character (you rock dude!)

Comments are always welcome.
Überteen
The story of Richie and Nathan

Despite the scorching sunny afternoon and my burning skin already turning red, I stood there immovable, even the feeling of my ass falling asleep because of the bicycle seat didn’t bother me; I held my ground strategically, paying close attention.

I was determined to find out what was going on. It had been almost two weeks since I’ve last seen Richie; he didn’t answer my calls and barely replied my email, alleging that the he couldn’t see me for a while because he had been grounded, which sounded even weirder, because my best friend had never been grounded, he simply was incapable of breaking any rule, or even arguing with his parents, he was just the annoying perfect son and because of that unexplainable reason I just knew Richie was actually avoiding me, but I wouldn’t settle until I found out why.

Right then I devised the blue mini-van turning right at Wayne Drive, it was the only way they could get to access our street, so I knew I had just enough time. I pedaled my bike with all my strength, crossing the block diagonally as I simply ran across the neighborhood yards. The “road” was indeed very risky, I almost ran into Mrs. Travers’ herbal garden and got away just in time to avoid being attacked by the Hamiltons’ dog. I recognized it was a very impolite and trespassing diagonal shortcut, but it was the only way to get there just in time to catch Richie parents’ car parking on their drive way.

I stopped my bike and waited for them to get out of the car; I had them right where I wanted. Even though I was panting from my crazy stunt, I tried to fake a casual tone.

“Oh hi, Mr. Costa, hello Mrs. Costa, how are you all doing?” I greeted the family as they got out of the car.

“Hey there Nate, how are you doing buddy?” The tall man dressed in an expensive suit saluted me. His skin tone was really great, the rich olive tone in his complexion made him look tanned all year long, his short dark brown hair was thick and luscious, and the earlier white hairs only accentuated the great hazel color of his eyes, along with his juicy lips, roman nose bridge and the rest of the classic Latin features of his face resulted in this handsome looks. At 6’ tall with incredibly lean swimmer’s physique, Mister Costa really made the other men on Aurora Road feel unsecure about their shape.

“I am doing fine, sir, I was just riding my bike when I saw you coming along…” I continued my speech looking at the handsome Brazilian lawyer as he directed to the main entrance of his house. I heard the passenger’s door opening and quickly turned my head to face Richie’s mom with the sweetest smile.

However, the minute I faced Mrs. Costa I knew something was wrong, because she was the kind of woman who was always smiling, cheerful, talking with great enthusiasm, but not today, although she still smiled back at me, her beautiful turquoise eyes were undeniably sad.

“Hi, Nathan, how is your mom doing sweetie?” She asked me putting her shades back on her face, almost like she knew I was guessing she had been crying. Although Richie’s mom was also born in Brazil, she wasn’t nearly tanned as her husband, in fact she was almost as pale as myself, with long dark locks reaching down to the middle of her petite back, her boobs, her pretty tight rear and all womanly curves were amazing, most of boys referred to Mrs. Costa by the obvious nickname of “hot mom”

“She’s doing fine, Mrs. Costa…” I replied making sure to keep really close of the van because I knew he couldn’t hide himself inside the car for much longer. I watched at my reflection at the dark windows, and I knew he was there waiting for me to move along, but I had trapped Richie Costa.

Finally, the back door slid slowly and I saw the car moving up and down as the last passenger exited the vehicle…

I remember when Richie and his family moved in to our street, most of neighbors were just too curious about the Brazilian couple who had bought the beautiful three stored house with a front yard and even a large swimming pool. When Marcelo and Susana Costa showed up with their 6 year old son Ricardo, they had a welcome party already prepared to ask all sort of questions about their lives, so the newcomers had to spend a lot of time furnishing details about their lives, their jobs and their exotic homeland.

Richie’s father worked at the legal department of an oil company and his mom was a journalist working at the Latin-American branch of a cable network channel. They were gorgeous, well educated, ambitious and friendly, so it didn’t take long until they succeed in the US.

Meanwhile, Richie and I became best friends almost instantly. Back then, my parents put me at the soccer team, because they wanted me to do some sort of exercise even though I pretty much sucked in all the rest, so when I heard about the skinny dark haired, green eyed kid who was born in Brazil, it was the perfect opportunity for me to bring along my brand new soccer ball, the moment we met I immediately asked him if he wanted to play with me, hoping to learn some secrets from him.

The kid promptly accepted, although claiming that he wasn’t very good; which was clearly something he said out of pure modesty, because I immediately noticed he played like a professional. Unlike me, Richie didn’t need special shoes, a brilliant jersey and big shorts to play soccer, the kid just took off his shoes and played barefooted; when he got the ball near those big feet I was immediately spellbound, it was like the ball was an extension of his legs. Even being so young and skinny, he executed the most incredible soccer feats, Richie played in such natural way, that he just made it look astonishingly easy.

“WHOA! Dude, how did you do that? You gotta teach me how to do it!” I asked impressed with his skills.

Richie just blushed “I don’t really know how I can do them; I just learned from watching my dad, my grandpa and my uncles playing with their friends…” because he was foreigner I thought he would have a strong accent, but it turned out he sounded almost like if he was born in here, there was only a different musicality on his pronunciation, although nothing really significant.

“Your grandpa plays soccer too?” The tone of my voice indicating I wasn’t used to see older guys playing such sport in the US.

“Sure, almost everybody plays soccer in Brazil, boys and girls, young and old…we can play anywhere, in the field, indoors, at the beach, even in the street…” The little guy said very enthusiastically.

“You play on the street? And what do you do about the cars?” I asked surprised.

“Oh, we just stop and let them pass, it’s no big deal, they all understand…” Richie replied casually, but somehow I just knew they wouldn’t be much successful to play barefooted soccer even in our suburban streets.

So, that’s how Richie and I got to know each other, and over the years he had always been right there at my side, we became inseparable, the chubby blond boy and his skinny Brazilian friend, that’s how the neighbors told us apart of the other kids.

In fact, as we grew older Richie taught me not just soccer tricks, but a lot of other cool stuff about his homeland; and even some words in Portuguese so we could make fun of the other kids in a second language.

I remember watching the 2002 World Cup final at his home, the game aired really late because the cup was being held in Japan and South Korea, but the Brazilian family never let anyone sleep in the neighborhood, they called their friends and cheered loud for their national team. In the end, when Brazil won over Germany and conquered its 5th Championship, it suddenly seemed 4th of July; Richie, his parents and their friends were so happy, they sang and danced the samba until sunrise, most of the neighbors joined their happiness but some of them even called the police to finish that party.

Richie and I went to school together for the past 9 years and 7 months and 12 days, we were practically together every single day, even when Richie and his parents traveled to Brazil on vacations, we kept in touch via emails or instant messengers, but then, all of a sudden it’s been too long since we had last seen each other, he hasn’t been to school either and I overheard some teachers commenting that Richie was sick or something, I just needed to know what the hell was going on.

I looked at the young man who just got off the car, nearly believing that it was another person, but then I recognized the same green eyes, the thick lustful dark brown hair and the same bronze skin tone of his complexion, however the lad looking back at me was not just much taller than I remembered; he was indeed thicker, wider and much more muscular, in fact he looked even bigger than Mister Costa, the lad who got out of the Costa’s family car was undoubtedly a vigorous muscle hunk irradiating an aura of strength and health.

"Richie? Richie is that you?" I asked almost in disbelief.
"Wh-what are you doing here, Nate?" The moment Richie looked down at me, he begun to hunch over as if attempting to hide this new physique of his, but that only served to make me notice his sizable chest bulge out the front of his one size too small t-shirt

"What do you think I am doing here? I...came here to see you... God Richie I was so fucking worried, I hear teachers saying you were sick, you didn't answer my calls, and your folks, they looked so sad...I thought you were in the hospital or something..." I replied, playfully punching the arm of my best friend ... "Why are you avoiding me Rich? Please tell me the truth..."

"I-I guess I just didn't want you to worry about me, that's all…I mean, something came up, and I'm having it checked out. I just didn't want you to get all worked up or anything." Richie was obviously trying to stall me, and albeit his calm tone; I soon got into an even more anxious state.

"What came up? Are you sick, Richie? You can't be sick, look at you, shit you look great, I mean… you were always athletic but I've never seen you so bigger before... and you are taller now, it's been a while since we've seen each other but I can tell you are much taller than I remember, this can’t be the look of someone who’s sick can it?" The words came out of my mouth so very fast, that I felt my heart beating each time faster, I was growing more nervous about the whole situation.

"I...just don't know." Richie managed to say almost in a whisper, it actually felt like my best friend was going through something very serious. "The doctors said I'm more or less healthy, but they keep on wanting me to come in for checkups and tests and everything."

At that moment, I felt the ground opening beneath my feet because I felt my 16 year old friend would tell me any moment now something very serious, a moment which was postponed by the loud screeching voice of my mother.

“Nathan Edmund Briggs!” Mom barked as she turned the corner and walked towards me in her peculiar waddling which usually leads people to think her chubby short legs are uneven, it was indeed comical, but I also knew it meant she was really furious.

“I just got a call from Mr. Hamilton and he told me you almost ran over Buttons; then Hilda Travers yells at me because you crushed her baby herbs. Are you out of your mind, young man?” My mother spoke in such high toned voice that it surely called the attention of Richie’s mom, soon Mrs. Costa appeared at the kitchen door, and my mother suddenly seemed to have forgotten everything about my unexplained stunts, she quickly marched towards her noticeably fatigued neighbor, tenderly taking Richie’s mom’s hand.

“Oh, hello Susana, how are you hanging in there my dear?” Judging by how considerably lower her voice was I could already tell she was inside the whole scoop, but fortunately for me, I had great hearing, trained after years of eavesdropping taught by the Gossip Grandmaster, my own mother.

“Oh, I’m better now, Ellen, although we are still trying to adapt…” I wasn’t used to notice sadness on Mrs. Costa’s voice, and only something pretty disconcerting would take down Richie’s mom’s naturally exuberant demeanor.

“Yeah, Hank told me the results would come today, don’t worry dear, nobody knows about it…” when I heard the name of my father, it made my spine freeze because my dad never really liked discussing about his patients’ problems with mom, mostly because she was the main gossiper in our neighborhood, they still bickered each other whenever dad found out my mom couldn’t hold a secret.

Now I could connect the dots, Ellen Briggs is one of the nosiest and most curious women in the world, but if something she knows actually remained a secret, it could only be something really important.

“Oh Ellen, we are so confused, the tests are conclusive so we really don’t know what to do next…” Mrs. Costa’s expression was so intense for one second, but then just broke down in tears, my mom hugged her in her stocky arms trying to comfort Richie’s mom.

“It will be alright, Susana, Hank said he will get help with the best doctors, he will live a happy life, I can guarantee you…” Just then, mom noticed Mr. Costa approaching them and she just waved for him that everything was alright.

“Get the boys inside; I think it’s time for them to talk…”

At that point I had imagined the most horrible scenarios, I noticed that Richie’s enormous green eyes were looking at me so focused, it was like he was really anxious about telling me what was his problem, especially after that scene between our moms.

“Nate, I know you are curious about this whole thing, but I think it would be better if you two had this conversation inside, Richie, take him to your room, you’ll have more privacy there…” Mister Costa gently spoke, and the last thing I noticed I was already upstairs heading into Richie’s bedroom.

Like any other boy in his age, Rich’s room was the typical teenager mess, with sports posters, old childhood board games, new and exciting videogames piling up on the table, comic books and sport magazines tossed across the room. My friend pulled a chair for me to sit down, but I could even bother about that, I just couldn’t wait any longer.

"Rich, you can tell me anything buddy, please, whatever it is I am sure you will get over, you are the toughest kid I know...we will beat this thing together" I said resting my hand on his hard shoulder, trying to make him feel I was strong enough to take the hardest of the news.

Richie took a deep breath. I could tell he was scared of revealing the truth, but deep down I knew he trusted me. Breathing deeply, he then just let it all out.

"You know on TV you'd see those news reports about men who suddenly undergo what looks like a super puberty, growing into huge proportions?" The words coming out of his mouth suddenly had no connection to the subject of our conversation, so I suddenly felt my best friend was losing the courage to opening up with me.

"What? erm... yeah I think so, there was a documentary or something, they call those guys Upper men , I guess…”
“They are called Übermen.” Richie replied coldly but I still couldn’t understand the reason for that. “Okay… but... what does it have to do with you?" I asked him nervously; my best friend and his secret problem were taking me to the edge.

Richie looked me in the eyes; he knew there was no way I would understand what was happening if he didn’t come clear with me, so the tanned teen just took a deep breath before he finally expelled the truth.

"According to all the doctors and their tests, I'm one of them. I am, well I am turning into an Überman."

In my mind I had anticipated several horrible diseases that Richie could have, but when the lad just said he was an Überman, suddenly everything seemed so unreal, so improbable and silly that I simply started laughing out loud, out of relief but also I was laughing the exaggerated reaction of Richie and everybody else...

After a few moments of that relief, I noticed Riche was looking astounded at me with those big green eyes, so I just dried my tears and commented.

"What? That's it? You're an Überman, huh? What's the problem about that? This is not a disease is it?" I asked with a big smile on my chubby cheeks which were red so hard I had laughed.

"Erm… they didn’t tell me I was diseased, but they ran a bunch of tests on me.”

“Well you know how doctors are; especially my dad, he always wants to be exactly sure before coming out with an opinion.” I replied beckoning that Doctor Briggs would make his patients go through all kinds of tests before revealing his opinion to them.

“I guess this is true, but it still made me feel weird, like there had to be something wrong going on with my body…” Richie sighed, opening his heart with me; finally things were getting back to normalcy.
“Yeah, I guess I understand, after all you were feeling normal and didn’t show any signs of being sick, quite the contrary…” I attested, once again noticing how much bigger and stronger my friend’s body had become in such short time we’ve been apart.

“So, does it mean you're okay with this? You don't think I'm a freak or anything like that?" Richie’s surprised tone revealed the reaction he expected from me after breaking out the secret was totally different than my sudden laughter.

“Of course I am okay with this, Richie, what can I do about the fact you are an Überman?” I emphasized my opinion by giving my confused best friend a hug, but only after this moment I realized which he would consider to be a “normal” reaction from me, and it suddenly angered me.

“Was this reason why you’ve been avoiding me? Rich, I can't believe you thought I would treat you like an aberration or something, I am your friend, dude, shit… we've known each other for almost ten years, I wouldn't turn my back on you if you needed me” I vented out my rebellion now that I knew there was nothing wrong with Rich.

"Well, I am sorry Nate, but being an Überman seems to be a big deal for everybody else except you, the doctors all treated me in such a way, like I was a wild animal that could attack them at any moment.”

“Are you sure you’re not just assuming they treated you like that, dude? We can’t really read minds you know?” I replied in a teasing tone trying to cheer him up, but my friend was determined to continue disclosing his feelings with me.

“You…weren’t there Nate, you should have seen the faces on my parents when they found out their only son was just like all those giant men popping out in the news. I mean, you’ve also heard all those stories about how violent and powerful they are… I mean, if I really am one of them, I might turn into some sort of sex crazed rampaging muscle freak!"

“I hardly believe they’d ever considered you would turn into a rampaging muscle freak, Richie, for Christ’s sake, you don’t go out of the house without kissing your mom and dad, you are the kind of guy who brings home puppies and kittens home in rainy nights, you are the guy who loves to help the elderly people and the younger children, you are so sweet that sometimes it's almost unbearable to be around you without feeling sick! I... really don't see you turning into some kind of monster...…” I laughed, trying to undermine the fears in his heart.

"Okay, so what if I don't turn into a monster. How about other people think of me? I mean, you see it all the time those people who are afraid or even hate Übers for what they are. It's like...and episode of the X-men or something, and I'm a mutant." Richie was so nervous he just started mixing reality with the stories he had read over his enormous comic book collection.

"Now hold on pal…I don't think you are turning into The Beast, man, although you would look cool with blue fur all over those big muscles" I couldn’t resist such opportunity to make a joke, chuckling and giggling about the concern on that incurable comic book fan.

"Stop fooling around, Nate, I'm serious! I don't think I can stand having everybody hate me just because I was born with some sort of defect that I can't control!" Richie reacted so graphically to my silly jokes he just punched his fist on the desk. A sharp snap caught our attentions; both Rich and I noticed the wooden splinters flying all over the bedroom.

With one single blow, my friend had totally crashed the piece of furniture, destroying it like it was made out paper instead of solid hardwood. The expression on Richie’s face told me that he never meant to break his desk; while the shocked teenager tried to put it back without any success I just lead him back to his bed and tried to comfort my best friend, because usual mocking behavior wasn’t working at all.

"Well...first things first, I am sure it's not a defect, because I’ve seen the size on those guys, they are immense and all muscular, if it was a defect, most guys would kill to have bodies defected in that manner, plus they are like super strong dude, it's like having superpowers, and who better than an old comic fan to figure out how to live with these…special abilities, huh?”

Richie sighed “Now you’re the one referring to comic books…”

“Well, I am just trying to explain you my view, which brings me to the next issue, like a recently transformed super-hero you will have to learn how to live with your condition, being an Überman is a natural part of you, that you’ll learn to manage, I mean you are not sick, but you have to learn how to control your strength right?"

"Yea, but unlike comic books I could very much hurt real people, even if by accident. And what if I get really, really angry? If I hurt my parents or you, I don't think I'd ever be able to live with myself..." Richie finally showed me his real fears, and I could understand there were some aspects of being Über that could indeed be really scary, especially for someone so sweet and caring as Rich Costa was.

“Are you sure you will necessarily have to become an angry beast, dude? Isn't it a little prejudicial of your part, Richie?" I asked in a serious tone that suddenly forced Richie to consider things for a first time: he just assumed he was going to become a fearsome raging monster, but truth is he really didn't know much about Übermen at all...

"I...I guess I was so surprised and unnerved by finding out that I am an Überman that I reacted without really thinking about it too much." Richie admitted. "Though, you have to admit it's a little scary."

"It’s okay to freak out dude... but we all know how you like to overreact about the silliest things sometimes, besides, you are not seeing things on the brighter side, if you are gonna be an Überman, it means you will be much bigger and stronger than all those dumb jocks in school, and no one will mess up with you, it might even be cool to be friends with a super strong muscle dude, no one will ever call me fat fag again..." I casually commented, but these last words of mine had a pretty strong effect over my friend.

I accidentally appealed to Richie’s best feature, his sense of justice. I still didn’t know if it was a natural thing, or something he had developed after many years collecting, reading and even drawing his own superhero stories, the naked truth was that Richie Costa couldn’t stand unfairness. Over the years, my friend had gotten frustrated when he was unable to protect those he cared about from the relentless teasing of all the dumb muscleheads at school; nonetheless, Richie usually got himself in trouble with those stupid jocks whenever they picked on me, most of the times he got beaten up because he tried to defend his chubby friend from high-schoolers’ nasty cruelty.

Suddenly, Richie Costa realized his so far cursed condition could be translated in some kind of leverage against those bullies; now it was his chance to do something about all the wrong things he had to put up for all these years! For the first time I noticed Richie’s smile back on his full lips. Reaching over my surprised figure, he wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

"Don't worry; I got your back Nate." Richie affirmed like it was some kind of oath he forced onto himself, an oath to put an end to the constant humiliations I’ve gone through these years.

“Erm thanks buddy, I mean, it's not like I can't stand for myself..." I usually resourced to jokes when I got emotional, because I knew a bigger, stronger, Richie would never let those guys pick up on me again. We climbed down the stairs, both of us were laughing out again, and our unexpected happiness actually drew the attention of Rich’s parents, who were drinking coffee over the kitchen along mom, even my once cranky mother seemed impressed with the fact Richie was not gloomy any more.

“I guess you boys worked out things huh?” Mister Costa asked unconsciously letting his own smile blossom in his face.

“Yeah, dad, Nate showed me that there’s no reason for sadness, I know it’s not gonna be easy all the time, but if I am an Überman, it only means I am tough enough for the challenge!” Richie explained in a confident tone that made me really proud of my pep talk skills.

“That’s the spirit, boy!” Richie rushed to embrace his father, while Mrs. Costa stood up and hugged me very vividly, which clearly made me embarrassed, her sweet perfume filled my nostrils, then her moist lips planted a soft kiss on my already ruby red fat cheeks.

“Oh, Nate, I don’t know what is it that you do, but Richie is always better after talking to you…”

“Gee, thanks Mrs. Costa, but it really wasn’t a big deal…” I replied incredibly embarrassed for suddenly becoming the center of all attentions.
“Well, Susana, darling, I think it’s time for us to go home, it seems you guys are all better now, and I'm sure there are a lot of pending details you need to resolve, so Nate and I are leaving…” Mom said very tenderly taking my hand and leading me to the kitchen door. The Costas thanked my help once again and soon I was walking back home pushing my bike down the street along my mother, who actually seemed very proud of me, to the point she just stopped for one moment and looked seriously at my puzzled face.

“What?” I asked, almost fearing she had just remembered all the crazy things I had done before I talked to Richie. I have to say most of the times mom smiled it meant I was in for a treat, so my suspicious were legitimate.

“You did a great job there, Nate…” Mom said while she kissed me on the cheeks right in the middle of the street, where all the neighbors could see us.

“Moooom!” I protested, while rubbing her lipstick from my cheek.

“Oh let a proud mother expresses her love to her son, will ya? Besides, you’re not going home anytime soon, you still have other good deeds to accomplish today…” mother said that with a devilish grin on her eyes that made gulp.

“What do you mean?” I asked, almost too afraid to hear the answer.

“Well, when the neighbors told me what you have done, I had no other choice but promising you spend the entire afternoon fixing the damages you’ve caused on their yards, plus you would moan their lawn for free next Saturday…” She said those words while hugging me very tenderly, she even took my bike and pushed it back home.

While mom waddled towards our house along my bike, I just nodded and headed to Mrs. Travers’ yard to fix the herbal garden I had previously run over. I should have known that Ellen Briggs would never leave a bad deed unpunished.

At least I could use the time to think over the recent facts, because although it all seemed resolved now, if Richie was found to be an Überman, soon there would be even more drastic changes in the area…

After spending the whole afternoon working on the neighbors’ yards to repair the damages I have caused, all I wanted was a fresh shower and some warm food when I finally got home. Once those primary needs were taken care, I knocked at my father’s office looking for something that could help me understand this whole Überman situation that Richie had unwillingly gotten into.

“Dad, can I talk to you?” I asked, pretending I wasn’t bothered by the minty smell of the tobacco on his pipe, the only place my father could still practice his smelling habit was his office, which was some kind of “Temple of Wisdom” in our household, the place was covered with several shelves carried with hundreds, maybe thousands of heavy books on Medicine and Biology.

The burgundy leather chair spun around its axis, producing a loud squeak “Oh, hey there son, back from the Jail House so soon? I heard all about your very busy afternoon…” Daddy mocked me while lighting his pipe. I just nodded along, sitting at his desk.

“Seriously, now…Your mother told me you had a great moment over the Costas. I'm very happy to know you’ve helped a friend in need, Nate.” He looked at me with his deep grey eyes, unlike my mother, dad didn’t think I teenagers were just a bunch of hormonal frantic crazy little people, he knew behind all the madness there should be some purpose, even though most of the times we couldn’t actually understand it.

“I have to say, dad, I was pretty mad at first because I thought Richie suddenly ignored me, but after seeing the expressions on his parents, I got much more afraid that Richie could suddenly die from one of those horrible diseases in your books…” I confessed with a half-smile “So when he finally said he was an Überman, it just sounded like, well like a relief, don’t you agree?”

“Well, son, I am impressed that you think this way, which only shows your mother and I raised you to be open minded and respectful, but truth is, for most of parents, finding out their sons are Übermen is not exactly a relief…” The best part about talking with my dad was that he never treated you like you were as well studied as he was.

“So, Dad, are you sure Richie is one of those Übermen?” I asked directly, knowing that my father preferred the direct approach. His thin lips crooked as he took a good puff on the pipe before explaining the situation.
“He sure is, Nathan, we have detected the genetic mark on his Y chromosome, and after the results on the physical performance came, it was clear he was already developing the earlier stages of becoming an Überman” – Hank Briggs was a tall balding man, his long nose bridge and thin shaped head always gave him that air of serenity and wisdom.

“I’ve got to say Richie freaked out about all those tests you guys ran on him.” The purpose of my comment was finding out if Richie’s opinion had any fundament at all. My father had started as a pediatrician, but then he decided to specialize in teenager’s treatment, and I couldn’t actually believe he would ever treat Richie like a dangerous animal.

I wasn’t expecting to listen my father sigh “I know, son, they all get that way about the tests, and although I’ve tried to dismiss them many times, the Government’s rules about Übermen identification are pretty strict, just the location of the genetic mark on the Y chromosome isn’t enough, they all demand further testing to attest the condition…” I could notice something weird on my dad’s expression.

“And why does the Government meddle between the patient and his doctor? Isn’t there some kind of law that prohibits you from revealing stuff about your work?” My curiosity seemed to comfort my father’s rebellion against the establishment.

“Damn sure there are, son, but you know how politicians and their lawyers are able to bend them, so since Übermen identification is now regarded as “potential Governmental interest” doctors are forced to report authorities whenever a genetic investigation is positive for homo sapiens fortius under the threat of losing his practice license.” Father confessed with noticeable shame.

“Gee, dad, I didn’t mean to blame you, it’s just… unfair huh? What if the guy doesn’t want other people to know about his condition?” I commented knowing that Richie would never appreciate such personal information passed onto guys he had never seen before.

“Unfortunately, there’s nothing he can do about it, because when a boy is discovered to be an Überman, not just his parents, but his school, university, even employers and the local authorities like police, firemen and even the judges have to be informed about this detail…” Dad’s eyes became each time redder, and I was sure it wasn’t just because of the smoke of his pipe.

“Shit… this must be the reason why Richie’s parents were so sad…even Richie thought they were disappointed at him for being an Über.” I whispered, still pondering my thoughts as they boiled inside my head.

“It’s understandable…” Dad replied opening his drawer and taking some paper to show me. “After all, Marcelo did try to file a judicial remedy to stop this proceeding, but just like all the other cases, his petition was denied under the argument that “it consists community’s best interest the identification of new Übermen in order to establish special assistance and surveillance methods”. He quoted the judicial reason for the denial, trashing the document and tossing it on the bin at his side. “Those stupid bureaucrats!”

“This is awful…” I commented, trying to show some sympathy to my dad’s opinion, but the thing about Dr. Briggs is that he always is a passionate defender of his principles.

“Well, I have to confess I always get personally offended when a patient of mine has to be reported, because I’ve known most of those kids ever since they were babies, I’ve treated their measles and their flues, I’ve given them lollypops, so just because that some imbecile congressmen decided they are potential public menaces, I have to disclose all my information on those innocent boys? Besides, it’s not like this secret will be closed for much longer, new Übers are not exactly hard to notice, you know?” Dad commented with a silly grin in his lips as he puffed his pipe.

“Yeah…I almost couldn’t believe when Richie got off the car, he was looking so buffed! There was no way he could be that big the last time I’ve seen him! He did try to conceal it, but the growth was rather drastic, poor Richie looked so funny all hunched over …” I felt bitter commenting this detail, but since we were being honest with each other, I felt dad deserved to know my true opinion.

“Well, son, you have to consider that he went from a regular 15 years old at 5’7” 138 pounds to 5’11” tall and weighing 182 pounds in less than 8 days, it can be pretty scary for a teenager, most of his clothes were already too small on his body, he actually had to borrow his dad’s shorts to come to the office this morning.” I could notice by the tone of my father I should start being more supportive to the guy.

“Shit…that’s nearly 50 pound gain in almost one week, are you sure this is normal dad?” I didn’t even notice I had cursed, but I guess dad understood my true consternation about his report.

“Although I'm used to see the impressive gains on early Übers in transition period, I have to see, Richie’s stats were rather remarkable, but please, don’t you go telling him, the poor boy was just so nervous when I took his measurements.” Dad added in order to keep me keen on how sensitive Richie was about such subject.

Suddenly I looked at my father with a much more worried mien. “Dad, I still haven’t time to ponder things, but… just how much bigger is Richie is gonna grow?”

Finally, Dr. Hanks could vent his own worries with someone “Look, Nate, despite your mother’s opinion, I do believe you’re a very responsible young man, so you must understand that The Costas are gonna go through some drastic changes, not just about Richie’s growth, but all the things implied to his Überman condition…”

I didn’t want to disappoint my father for having trusted my better judgment so I just remained quiet when he continued.

“People are not right when they hate of fear the Übermen, but they don’t understand most of the changes that happen inside those kids bodies, except for the obvious phenomenal growth, but Richie will change in many other ways, son, and he will change very fast, in fact, in less than one year, I believe his transition period will be over and by then Richie Costa will be an adult Über, not that he will stop growing or developing after this, it has been proved their organisms never cease to perfect themselves…”

I did want to slow down dad’s explanation, but it was more important trying to understand the reason for his worries.

“Soon, the manifestation of his condition will just be impossible to hide, very soon you will start hearing things about Richie, or his behavior, but you have to understand most of those people are just scared of what they can’t understand…an Überman is pretty much like any other guy, but taken into extreme standards…”

“Dad, you’re kinda scaring me here, Richie was all worried he would become a rampaging muscle freak, and I had to convince him of the opposite, but now, are you telling me it can actually happen?” I asked, stammering to the mere hypothesis my best friend would suddenly become a true menace.

“No…it’s just the contrary, Nate. I am just saying that, despite all the changes and the physical augmentation, the uncanny growth that will soon happen to your friend, you have always to remember he is the same boy who played soccer with you, he is just gonna be much bigger, and rather different than most people would consider to be normal, but if you are truly his friend, you won’t let these differences interfere with your friendship…” Dad’s advice seemed so serious and intense, for one single moment, I thought he suddenly guessed something I thought that I’ve been hiding from everybody else for almost a year now.

“…Sure dad, I care about Richie, we are best friends, ever since we were six years old, I won’t let this Überman stuff interfere…” I said hoping that my father was still clueless about my secret crush on my best friend.

“I knew I could count on you, son…” After saying this, my father just reclined back on his chair and enjoyed his pipe, I was still very nervous about that whole situation, for one moment it seemed like dad just knew I had feelings for Richie, feelings that I wasn’t supposed to have, well, at least I wasn’t supposed to let anyone know I had them, because no matter how hard I had tried to muffle that inside of me, at this point I pretty much was sure it was undeniable – I was madly in love with Richie.

“So…erm… dad… is it true that…erm…all Übermen are gay?” I asked, hoping that my father didn’t notice my hidden agenda behind that question.

“I am afraid their sexuality is the greatest taboo for society, it is true that most of Übermen demonstrate homosexual tendencies, but it doesn’t mean they are necessarily gay, perhaps, it’s an option they make since only males can grow big enough to release their sexual urges, or their organisms develop this attraction because of the incredible hormonal change happened during their transition point…” My father digressed, but suddenly I felt my heart beating faster.

“Well dad, thanks for the talk, you’ve really helped me.” I stood up and headed out of his office, but instead of feeling relieved like I expected, I ended up just as freaked out as Richie had been.

Suddenly it was like the friend I’ve known for all my life could disappear, to be replaced by a massive yet completely stranger guy. My thoughts sent me into different scenarios, where the sweet Richie for whom I’ve secretly fallen in love would be gone, what’s worse, he had become a huge, mean, monstrously muscular hunk, who didn’t even know my name…

“Übermen society” – I still didn’t know why the hell have I googled for that exact expression, but the results have certainly impressed me. I have found several blogs where Übers from all over the world shared all kind of experiences with the viewers; from things like “What to do when you find out you’re an Über” to “Beat the crap out of the tiny men!” – There were all kinds of guys expressing their unique experiences as those impressive individuals, but what got my attention was a personal video in which a humongously huge blon Über bragged about his massive muscles and gargantuan stats, explaining that he would never consider the idea of having sex with a "tiny guy", and he wasn't alone, there were some testimonials of several Übers about their experiences, most of those guys were so huge they simply couldn’t be filmed with domestic cameras, unless they were taped from very far, their muscles were just too massive. In one particular picture, it showed a gargantuan über manhandling several other average guys, all of them were begging for forgiveness to the super monstrous muscle man, and yet he just laughed and continued humiliating them. The whole situation was ridiculous, the interviewer was indeed a muscular guy, but still he looked like a little bug next to his interviewees.

Besides being so much bigger than regular muscle guys, Über muscles are just different, their size, their shape, their sinew. I didn’t exactly know how to feel about them, I knew attracted to other men, in fact, musclemen always had attracted my fantasies, but so far I didn’t consider Übermen to be appealing to me, they were just too weird in my taste, what’s the point of becoming so huge you just don’t fit in your house?

I’ve heard the Über commenting it was impossible for him to have sex with a regular guy, because he was afraid their weakling bodies wouldn’t handle their libido and their sheer strength, the host practically begged the giant muscle monster to take him, it felt so outraging, so degrading towards the rest of the regular guys, that I just couldn’t hear it anymore. Suddenly, all my thoughts changed, because I realized Richie would become like them. Would I still love Richie after he had grown so huge? Would I be still attracted to him if he had those huge arms and the monstrous muscles? All these thoughts rampaged through my mind, although I had found out Richie was gay because of his Über condition, it still didn’t mean he would ever correspond my feelings, maybe because he would grow so huge and muscular he would never be able to love me back, I was soon to be just “a tiny guy” after all.

All that Überman crap felt overwhelmingly upsetting, so I just grabbed my bike and pedaled down the road, I didn’t know where to go, I just wanted to feel some fresh air, to hopefully clear my thoughts after such confusing day. I ended up down the same old soccer camp, the place where I’ve spent most of my afternoons playing ball with…

“Richie? What are you doing here?” I suddenly asked, noticing his beautiful sweaty tanned skin, glistening under the moonlight.

Richie continued to play with his soccer ball for a moment, before he finally stopped “I just had to do something, my parents didn’t let me do anything until the results came, now at least I can release some of all the bottled energy…” He commented while resuming to his favorite sport.

“I could use some distraction on my own…” I suggested and the ball came in my direction, so we engaged a friendly one on one match.

“So… what exactly are you doing here? I thought you would be grounded after trashing the neighbors’ yards…” Richie asked with a naughty grin.

“Nah, I took care of my punishment. Well the first part, I still have to work over the weekend for free…” I replied while balancing the ball on my ankle before sending it back to my friend, who chuckled a little while regaining control of the ball.

“So, I'm coming back to class tomorrow, I guess I have lots to catch up huh?” Anyone besides Rich Costa would be actually thrilled about getting back into boring old school routine.

“Yeah…but I'm sure you’ll make it in no time…”I commented as he kicked the ball at me again “So… Rich…I was talking to my dad tonight, he told me more details about your…erm…condition…” I tried to enter the subject when returning the ball to him, but Richie just held it on the ground.

“Nate…you’re not bailing out now are you? You…just told me nothing would change between us…you don’t think I’ll become a monster…” My best friend’s enthusiasm suddenly fell apart. I could see him already in the verge of tears, so I just hugged him.

“Rich, shit man…. It’s nothing like that, I am just trying to understand it in order to help you, it will be over soon, dude, trust me…” Once again I repeated the same speech, but this time there was something inside me that not only believed on it, it actually looked forward to see the transformation on my friend.

“Thanks Nate, I really need you dude…I don’t know if I can go through this without you” Richie said as he hugged me really tight, so tight I felt my ribcage hurting, but before I could moan, I felt his lips pressings against mine.

I have envisioned our first kiss in several different scenarios, but I guess the whole Überman stuff made me overlook my own fantasies about a possible relationship with Richie; but I would never suspect he had similar feelings for me. Our kiss was not a skilled one, mostly because we had no previous experience, but it was very special, I felt like I was suddenly flying off the ground.

“I'm sorry…I know I had no right to do it with you, but…I wanted to do it before I became too big and hideous for you…” Before Rich could finish that ridiculous sentence I planted my own kiss on his lips, this time we both enjoyed it, since the field was deserted at that time of the night, only the moonlight and the stars shining over us, I could feel his heart beating almost as fast as mine, but the touch of his much bigger muscles couldn’t not remain unnoticed.

“Rich, I… guess it’s kinda late to say but…I…think…”

“I like you too, Nate…I guess I’ve always liked you in that way…” Richie confessed before I could tell him about my own feelings. I actually feel this way for quite a while, but when the test begun I realized I didn’t have much time…”

“Didn’t have much time for what?” I asked suddenly puzzled by such unexpected behavior on my best friend.

“Well…you know… me being an Über and all, I guess, we could enjoy while I don’t change into that monster, at least I’ll remember this kiss when you think I'm hideous…” Richie sounded so sure about his that he actually scared me.

“Rich...it won’t make us apart, I am telling you, your growth won’t change the way I feel about you…” I said holding his hand with all the hope in my heart.

“So…I think we should just enjoy our time together…” Richie smiled and kicked the ball back to me. At that point, I still had no idea what would happen between me and my best soon-to-be Überman best friend. Were we boyfriends now? Was it still too soon? How far would we go? I had absolutely no answers for the questions, but frankly, I had just kissed the sweetest boy on Earth, twice, my mind wasn’t after answers, I just wanted to kiss Richie a third time…



To be continued.
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I really like the interaction between Nate and Richie. That was a story that was written from the heart! Great story, Bruno! Your writing has improved a LOT!
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Ah, the joy of young love...

You've come a long way Bruno, and the fact that you managed to write this despite your busy schedule amazes me. I could definetely feel the tension as well as the affection between the two. I'm honored to have a part in the creation of this great story, and I wish you good luck in your writing and in your exam.

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This story is very sweet... It kinda touched me at the end with the tearful kissing and confessions. Very well done, Hoping for more soon!
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good story dude! I'm eager to know where this is going. I hope he'll still be a sweet guy after his change, you know what they say. big power...
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good story dude! I'm eager to know where this is going. I hope he'll still be a sweet guy after his change, you know what they say. big power...
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Great Start

This a really compelling opening. I can't wait for part II!
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This a really compelling opening. I can't wait for part II!
Thanks guys, it really means a lot to me. I thought I should make some explanations about this storyline.

1. Überteen's time line is prior to "Rise of the Übermen" it happens in our days, while the documentary was shot in 2032, so the Übers are not fully established into our society yet.

2. I'll be posting the story in this thread, so you guys won't have to look for the next chapters, I know this is a little different from what has been established here, but in this story I am trying a few things.

Stay tuned.
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Musc4life, this is a great beginning. I am really curious to see where you will take this story, and I am definitely imagining the possibilities. It does seem that one of the friends will be hurt, misunderstood, or worse before the end of the story. Nathan in a traditional sense b/c he's smaller but also Richie b/c of the fear he shows in this chapter. I can't wait to read more.

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This has potential to be one of the best stories on here, even beyond Rowan's work (I'm serious). You clearly have a natural skill at conveying inner emotion and imagery, which is rather diffucult to do. The way the plot is laid out, this has so much potential to go into many different directions. All of which, will become even more deep. Not to mention I love the symbolism this story is going to tell. You best be writing this story to completion!
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Überteen - Chapter 2

Thank you all for the great support, your comments have been encouraging, I just hope the development of the story plot continues to please you, because to be frank, I don't know how the story will actually continue, this is an open project and the possibilities are indeed many, although it's a bit scaring, I am loving every second...

So here's the new installment.

Überteen

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

In the next seven weeks, Richie had returned to his daily activities as any other High School student: he went to school, played soccer for our team, did his homework, and ran his house chores like any other boy. I guess all of us really tried to keep our lives as close from normalcy as possible, but given Richie’s constant transformations, that was hardly accomplished.

Although I’ve heard the Übermen online testimonials and been told by my father that the physical changes during transition period were rather drastic and fast, I wasn’t prepared for such an incredible pace.

Every day, and I really mean every single day, Rich was bigger than the previous one, not just in height, but especially muscle wise, my best friend’s body was simply growing so incredibly massive, Richie’s body gained at least 5 whole pounds of solid muscle per day, and this rate only increased over the curse of time. His growth was so vividly noticeable that if you just looked at his body from a closer distance for a few moments, you could actually notice his muscular fibers bulging underneath his each time flimsier skin.

In fact, the hardness on his already impressive muscles challenged anything I had felt so far, touching Richie’s muscles was similar from feeling Rodin’s The Thinker or Michelangelo’s David, although those famous pieces were cold and static, and my boyfriend was very much alive and growing bigger, so I easily preferred feeling the warmth of his precious life underneath the chiseled clean-cut edges of his augmenting muscles.

Such uncanny development on his muscular mass obviously resulted in the need for nutritional intake increase and for that reason Richie’s hunger became virtually insatiable, the boy simply ate all the time, he couldn’t hold 15 minutes without a snack; it was like all the food just disappeared inside his stomach. Richie’s mom had to get a sabbatical just to set all the adaptations needed to start feeding her son with all the food would daily ingest. The doctors recommended lots of nutritional supplements, but the Costas hesitated at first, they already knew their son would grow tremendously, they doubted it would be proud to give such boy something that would increase muscular development? Nonetheless, Richie’s parents soon realized the supplements would prove absolutely necessary, not just because of their nutritional effects, but mostly in economic terms because according to the doctors, a transitioning Überman would require between 8,000 and 10,000 daily calories.
Despite such high caloric needs, Richie’s diet didn’t include obvious things like junk food. Although he was always hungry, Richie didn’t seem to fondled of fatty, sweet foods, instead he salivated after any rich sources of protein and natural energetic vessels like steaks, chicken breasts, fish fillets, pasta and cereals were his favorites; the mere smell of raw meat suddenly got my boyfriend hungry, even if he had just eaten a nearly 2-pound grilled steak.

Every single morning he craved for his 12 raw eggs in a huge bowl, then he just vanished with all the food his mom poured for him, still, he devoured two entire loafs of bread smeared with honey, to keep his stomach calm during the 20 minute ride to school. In fact he had been allowed to eat during classes, just because neither the teachers nor the students could handle the disgusting noises produced by his stomach if he wasn’t eating.

The uncanny metabolic process of his organism simply turned all that food he ate into newly layers of lean, ripped, totally fat-free muscular mass, and because of his augmented physique, Richie needed to eat even more in order to sponsor his daily energetic expenses, because when that boy was not eating, he was exercising himself, whether it was running, swimming, riding his bike, playing soccer or lifting weights – an activity Rich once detested, but after his transition he just seemed to love it with a growing passion.

Richie’s daily routine changed dramatically as his growth proceeded; every morning as I passed by house in the way to take the school bus, I had to wait a little bit longer, because Richie was always eating or working out at the yard, using his dad’s home gym equipment, although at the pace Rich grew, the domestic weight set would soon become useless for the transitioning Überman. Many times I had to go inside and literally drag Richie out of the table or his working out place.

As Richie grew bigger, taller and even more muscular he quickly ran out of clothes to wear, the once roomy soccer teams jerseys he liked to wear soon became too tight on his ever expanding muscles, his boulder-like shoulders and augmenting biceps soon were too massive for the sleeves, so the first step was cutting all the sleeves, something that my best friend hesitated for some time, because he absolutely loved his soccer team jersey’s collections, if only he loved basketball instead, he would have them untouched; eventually, Rich had to forget all his second thoughts and cut his T-shirts sleeves in order to squeeze his growing arms into them.

However, cutting sleeves would only work for a while, because his packing pectoral muscles also expanded on a daily basis, not to mention his widening lats, or the thickening neck muscles, added to his crescent height growth, soon, those clothes simply couldn’t cover much of Richie’s new body. Let’s not forget the daily struggle to squeeze his gargantuan thighs through his jeans.

For a while, I solved the problem by bringing him some of the clothes I had before I lost almost the 30 pounds (although the guys still called me “fat fag”, truth was that I was much leaner than I used to be, although there still were 30 pounds to go, and I could never accomplish it without Richie’s support during last summer when I decided to get in shape). Those oversized shirts and pants were still tight on the chest, shoulders and thighs area, but they actually were much looser in the waist, not to mention they were far too short on his impressive sized legs.

Although we did buy some time for Richie with my old clothes, he would soon overgrow those as well, and then his parents started making almost daily visits to “Big and Tall” stores in the area in order to pick up new clothes for their growing boy, most of them, however, would only be loose around his waist, but still looked incredibly tight all over the rest of his stupendously huge magnifying physique. Contrary to my expectation, the Überman-to-be didn’t think that look was ridiculous; in fact, he actually preferred the ones which seemed tighter on his body.

Richie, who had never paid much attention to his looks, started spending more time in front of the mirror, all of a sudden he constantly checked in the way those oversized pieces of clothes fit his ever growing body like they had been painted over those luscious muscles of him. Just a few weeks later, I knew something like that would only depress him; curiously, he seemed rather pleased with his ever growing figure, at first he considered himself the most disgusting creature in the face of the Earth, but as his growth continued, the Brazilian Überman who lived next door’s appreciation over his own reflection also augmented vigorously.

In several occasions, I actually noticed Richie was flexing and posing in front of the mirrors. At first, I thought he did such things just because of vanity; however, thanks to my father’s advises I understood that Übermen physiology is quite different from the rest of mankind, the hormonal changes in their brains make their organisms much more dependant to endorphin liberation, and this substance is actually produced when we experience pleasing sensations, just like eating, exercising and especially during orgasms, which could actually explain the uncanny increase on libido transitioning Übermen go through.

And there’s no one better than myself to attest that Nate was indeed an endorphin junkie, despite the voluptuous appetite and the many hours he spent working his mind blowing muscles, Richie grew much fondled of sexual pleasure. At first, like any other teenager, he only resourced to masturbation, but the frequency of his jerking off sessions only increased as his transition tool place. Meanwhile, since we’ve been sort of making out for a few days, it was more than natural that two recently discovered gay teenagers would end up in bed together. Actually, it only took two days, Richie’s parents were out, and I had gone there to lend him my notes on Geography, his parents were clueless that all we studied that afternoon was human anatomy.

I’ve never felt so horny in my life, and Richie clearly had been feeling the same way especially because of his ongoing growth. What had started with tender kisses developed into warm making out sessions, lots of moaning and groaning, as we both felt our cocks throbbing inside our pants, when I checked again, there was this bottle of lube, and after ruining a few condoms, trying to put them properly, a very eager, yet nervous Rich followed his most basic instincts, trying to find a way to press his impressive throbbing cock into my virgin ass without hurting me too much.

I wasn’t expecting much of our first time, they all said it only got better with time and experience, however, Richie surprised me once again. I still don’t know if it was the amazing size of his endowment or the position he took – we decided it would be better if he penetrated from the side, maybe that would be less painful, although after the earlier excruciating first moments, when that massive phallus finally passed through my sphincter, I could only moan in deep pleasure, Richie was doing a tremendous job as my topper, he had found a perfect pace, not too fast, but still moving his hips in a hot sensual way. I could also feel he had total control of my body, holding me closer, he easily lifted me from the mattress, such strength and power actually made me fall even harder for that guy.

Rich fucked me nice and firmly, I didn’t even need to jerk my own hard cock to climax, just the pressure his enormous phallus put on my inside felt like he was fucking my very soul, all the time his eyes showed he was paying attention on me, he clearly didn’t want to hurt me, though at the same time my lover couldn’t waste the opportunity of becoming more adventurous as a bottom, he was actually determined to fuck me harder, at each time that immense cock reached new depths in my ass, we both hissed in ecstasy, and then Richie just lifted me in his arms, kissing me ever so passionately, I ended up blowing my load over his super hard muscles.

Little did I know that Richie’s sexual life would increase so much in such a short time, right in that first day, my Überman fucked me nothing less than 3 times, by the end of the last time we barely had time to put our pants, and the Costas were back from their errands, fortunately, we could clean after our mess so they never found out what happened. I don’t know if it was the peril of being caught, or the increasing libido on my Richie, the truth is after that day, he demanded each time more sexual relief, whether it was masturbation or actual sex, my sweet Rich became a sexually active beast, although I have to confess that I was more than happy to oblige to his needs, besides, no matter if he started fucking me 5 times a day, that Überman was so intense, so passionate, and surprisingly skilled for someone who had just started in sex life, at each passing day, Richie became more aware of his enormous cock and how to use it to get all the pleasure from me, not to mention how to use his gifted instrument to give me the hottest, most memorable moments of my life.

We have tried several different positions, Richie was actually studying which ones would be easier on me, especially those where I could be on top of his increasingly heavy body, or those where he could hold my weight with his muscles. It felt like Richie was memorizing each detail because in the next time we went to bed, he was even more skilled, despite the fact we had started in this together, there was no doubt my boyfriend was a genius in the art of love making.

I have to confess that clandestine sexual life also made me naughtier, most of the times we were alone, I was the one who volunteered to suck on his dick, something that I’ve become pretty expert myself. Richie just moaned and hissed as I ran my tongue and my even my teeth around the incredibly thick girth of his member. Whenever I was too tired to be fucked yet another time, Richie always convinced me to take care of his needs with my blow job talents, so in end of accounts, Rich was getting much more sex than any regular teenager would ever had. In a daily basis he was cumming 12 times a day, whether it was masturbating, fucking my ass or simply receiving blowjobs, the fact was that Richie Costa was becoming one of the most sexually active teenager ever.

Associated to his incredible muscular and skeletal growth, Richie’s body started to change in several other aspects as well, his muscles gained so much definition and striation, it soon became obvious that the slightest movement caused incredible waves of muscular contraction that spread all over his mind blowing physique. Plus, his strength increased exponentially, and this was indeed a very important aspect, because my Rich was the kindest guy in the world, nonetheless, he had to be very careful and focused on his actions, even the most mundane actions started to require a great deal of concentration; things such as opening the refrigerator door, grabbing a glass, pressing the button on the remote control, washing the dishes, all these things became daily challenges for Richie – he didn’t want to be a burden on his parents, although he had actually ripped off the refrigerator door twice, shattered at least a dozen glasses, crushed the TV remote and broke down the entire kitchen sink as he tried to watch his dish..

Following my dad’s indications, Mr. Costa mounted this new home-gym equipment for Richie, because it would be safer for him and would avoid problems with the local gym owners who refused to accept Übermen inscriptions; the new gym equipment was much bigger and heavier than the one he borrowed from his father, so Rich was indeed excited, at first he knew absolutely nothing about weight training, so he decided to ask his father for some pointers, soon, however, Mr. Costa wasn’t able not even to spot his growing son; Richie’s strength increased in a daily basis, and his training cargo also augmented vertiginously, so Mr. Costa clearly was torn between the proud of seeing his son becoming such an incredible individual and the fear that he wasn’t giving all the support his growing boy needed.

After talking to my dad for several times, I figured out the transitioning period of an Überman consisted in basically three things: eating, exercising and cumming, if the changing teenager had these elements, his temper would not change as dramatically as it had been wrongly said. Richie was the example that it was possible for a transitioning Über to go through such period without causing havoc and destruction around him. After all, considering the fact they are male teenagers in the peak of their puberty, such explosive hormonal combination can be pretty nasty sometimes, it was not uncommon for a transitioning Überman to go through periods of unexplainable rampaging rage, most of the destruction caused by Übers happens during this period, and exactly for this circumstance the Government determined the immediate disclosure about the life of the located individuals.

Fortunately, Richie Costa’s transitioning period was going incredibly well, exception made for very rare episodes where Richie got frustrated for not being able to control his strength, like the time he unintentionally crushed his bike, the poor guy was just trying to loosen up the bolts and screw to adjust the seat to his new height, suddenly he had crushed the steel body of the bike like it was tin foil; I knew how much Richie loved that bike, so he got really furious at himself, which ended up in further damages to the destroyed vehicle, my Überman actually turned the whole thing into a baseball shaped piece of metal scrap. Nonetheless, despite such scarce moments, the greatest and most important part was that my beloved Überman seemed happy after all, he was beginning to see he could have a normal life with his condition, though he would need to adapt to the circumstance of his uncanny strength and phenomenal huge muscles.

Every day I stopped at Richie’s house on my way to the school, from there we would walk together to get to the bus stop, although, it was not easy trying to keep up with Richie’s walking speed now, his legs had gotten so much longer and thicker, they actually produced a loud ruffling sound, similar to the one I heard on my own thighs back when I was much heavier, this time however, the sound was indeed pretty nice to be heard because it attested Richie’s thighs were tow massive pillars of teenager muscle, fighting each other for extra space.

In fact, Rich’s walk had become a waddling movement too, but unlike my chubby mother, that sensual way in which my lover’s massive body moved didn’t seem funny, quite the contrary, I got hard just watching as his flimsy shirt that was so tight on his shoulders and chest, lifted by the immense projection of his super thick pectoral shelves, revealing the thick, ripped, chiseled 10 abdominal knots and the depth on his ultra defined muscular stomach.


As he had promised, he would do something about those mean jocks who kept calling me names in school, ever since his first day back at school he warned those stupid guys that they should never pick on me again. At first those big dumb jocks didn’t take Richie seriously, however they didn’t hit him like usually, probably because the rumors about Richie being an Überman had already spread in school, maybe the jocks decided it would not be wise to piss a guy that would soon turn into a mountain of muscle, especially after noticing the incredible development on my best friend. I guess that despite all the changes he had suffered, Richie Costa still remained the same wonderful boy who lived close to me, my best friend; the only difference was that his sweet soul inhabited that uncanny fortress of impenetrable muscle; his body suddenly matched the size of his heart…

“Gee is my cooking that bad?” I suddenly snapped out of my thoughts by the newly basso-profundo voice tone on my best friend/lover.

“No… this is actually great…” I said eating some more of the scrambled eggs Richie had poured on my plate, after all he was eating a two dozen portion himself, so it would be only polite to spare a little with his guest. “I was just thinking…it’s been nearly two months since…you know…”

“We kissed for the first time?” Richie responded with a winning smile, I felt my cheeks reddening; although I was trying to refer to the day I found Richie was an Überman, I had never realized that it was also the very same day we reveled our true feelings. At the same time, I knew Richie understood what I really meant, which made me just marveled at the sweetness on his soul, which meant more to me than his uncanny genetics, he also knew that his transitioning period already took his physique into uncanny and unreachable standards, at least for the majority of mankind, because it is simply impossible for anyone other than an Überman to come from 5’7”138 pounds a 6’7 and ¾ inches tall 444 amazing pounds of super strong Überman muscle, still we both knew he was far from being over.

The behemoth teenager chuckled “It has been a wild ride since then, huh?” He asked, leaning on the table, gently lifting my head to meet his handsome features, despite the unbelievable growth, Richie’s features had not just changed; they have evolved, perfected themselves, even before Rich was already a cute boy with several different ethnic origins, resulted from his ascendance, his forefathers probably came from the most different regions of the globe, only to settle in the exotic Brazilian Lands – but now, I just couldn’t understand how come someone who already was gorgeous suddenly became divinely HOT.

Richie’s hair had also grew much longer in no time at all, from his short cut, the hair over my boyfriend’s head simply grew intensely until it actually became a manly mane, at first I didn’t want Richie to cut it. He insisted with me that his hair was growing beyond shoulder length, to the point it was impractical to play soccer, even when tied in pony tail, I responded to this argument by stating that it wasn’t his hair growing too long, in fact his neck muscles had thickened and engorged to the point his deltoids were the same height of his ears. After much arguing I settled down for a midterm, so Rich managed to shorten his hair considerably, keeping those silky and brilliant luscious brown locks in a very practical cut, though they were still long enough to please me; in the end I had to agree that such hairdo gave him the casual, comfortable look, especially when he wore bandannas or headbands to play soccer.

Richie always had great genetic beauty sources, his father was a hunk, and his mother looked incredibly beautiful, nevertheless, somehow after these two months his face inherited the handsomeness of Marcelo, although taking it into unheard new levels, the high cheekbones, the square line of his jaw, his rugged manly Latin features, if before it took him weeks to grow even the most ridiculous, pathetic excuse of mustache, now he has to shave in a daily basis, even so he pretty much had grown a four o’clock shadow by the time he went to bed, and it was truly a challenge to decide which look was better on him, so I just enjoyed his smooth face in the morning and the rough, harsh manly texture of his face during the night period. Similarly, Richie had also always been a very smooth boy, but after his transition began, his body hair started growing thicker and longer as well, he’s been asking me if wouldn’t it be better if he started shaving his body as well, before he turned into a hairy beast, I told him he should do whatever felt more comfortable for him because frankly I don’t think I will ever be able to decide over a baby smooth or a super hairy Über boyfriend

At the same time, Richie actually became much prettier than his own mother, the sweetness of her thick, sensual lips, the same dental structure of her perfect smile had been clearly magnified in the mouth whose lips I daily kissed. His green eyes always seemed very beautiful especially against his tanned complexion, now they became of such intense emerald shade, I could even notice little golden traces around his irises, just like the Amazon Forests; how many times I have wished to lose myself in the depths of this ocean of green…

“Nate…Gee not again…Hello?” Richie gently shook my body to wake me up from another digression about his uncanny massive muscles. “Sorry, Richie…I was just…”

“Drilling all over my table…” Richie’s said between his sweet grin, the perfect white smile looked as refreshing as the sunrise. “Don’t you ever get tired of looking at me?” He asked me in a mix of curiosity and vanity.

“Are you kidding me? People spent hundreds of years looking at David; I’d rather spend the whole eternity just admiring you…” My voice sounded emotional, I didn’t think it could be so overwhelming looking at my Über boyfriend, I didn’t even notice tears rolling down my face.

Richie’s showed his surprise, and then he wrapped those massive arms around me and hugged me as gently as those uncanny muscles could. “Shit… Nate I didn’t mean to offend you…I am sorry…so… so… sorry” The behemoth I secretly called lover nursed me in his giant arms, the mere touch of him sent me into a frantic state of excitement and horniness, my thoughts already being fogged by my urges, still, I managed to regain control for a few seconds.

“I wasn’t crying of sadness, you silly. I… shit…how I can explain this; did you ever get so happy that you simply wanted to cry?”

Nate chuckled “You’re such a pussy, did you know that?” Richie said forcing my head over his giant pectoral shelves, and then he planted a sweet kiss in its back. “I guess I don’t feel like crying when I'm that happy…although I just can’t stand seeing you cry…” It didn’t take long for me to feel his big tears soaking my back.

“You know…for a guy who lifts mini-vans over his head, you’re not as tough as you claim to be…” I tried to tickle Richie, like we used to when kids, he always had a soft spot in his ribs, all I had to do was poking my finger in them, and I would bring Richie down to the ground, convulsing in laughter. However, this time, my finger didn’t probe his ribs, instead I felt just how massively muscular his whole body was, it felt like trying to poke a mountain, that would feel no tickle at all.

I looked back at his face; it was incredible how Richie could remain so sweet even with a clear naughty grin in his lips. “You know…it has also been nearly 24 hours since we fucked!” Richie announced, already cupping and squeezing my butt with one hand, in the way to make me feel really special.

“I can hardly buy that…I went back home after 10 p.m. and you know pretty well how many times you had fucked me, plus, do you want me to believe you didn’t jerk off not even once all night long, not even this morning?” I asked curling my fingers around his thick dark brown chest hair; it really felt soft and comfortable like a nice carpet all over the irregular, massive surface of those huge muscles. The greatest part was the whole effect all that hair gave Richie, he suddenly looked even more muscular and manlier that he already was, if that could be possible, although his face still showed he was still in the prime days of his youth.

I guess it wasn’t the answer Richie wanted to hear, so he just lifted me from the table, carrying me upstairs “So…I'm rounding up, the truth is I missed you, and I want to show you it a couple of times!”


Over his growing days, Richie learned how to walk through his house corridors and staircase without bumping his shoulders and tripping over the “little things on his way”, still, when he was distracted with something else, like insatiable sex drive, his 3’2” shoulder width always resulted in some destruction, for that reason the Costas no longer hung pictures on the walls, for instance, and they are already getting the doorframes expanded for Richie.

“Richie…what if your parents arrive? Didn’t you tell me they had gone groceries shopping?” I asked thrilled by the clandestine part of our sex.

“Don’t worry, they will be out for a long time, I gave them a pretty comprehensive shopping list…” Richie said as he ducked and turned aside to enter his room, and from that moment on, everything actually didn’t matter, because being with Richie was just absolutely overwhelming.

Kissing an Überman is a full body experience, because Richie always worked my whole figure with just one massive hand, groping and hugging different body parts as his anxious, experienced tongue down my throat and savored the taste of my submission towards his magnificent body, I could swear my heartbeat was so loud Richie could actually feel it pounding my heart, anxious for the moment where he would take me as his, claiming my whole to please his enormous manhood.

In the short time we’ve been making love, Richie had learned the best way to conduct my body around his to maximize our pleasure, it actually didn’t hurt being fucked by his nearly 15 inches long cock, although there was some obvious discomfort once the enormous mushroom head pressed against my sphincter, Rich always made took his time to lubricate not only his cock but especially my quivering anus; when he always started rimming my hungry ass, his enormous muscles supporting my body as his eager tongue explored the depths of my delicate soft smooth butt.

Then, still massaging my soon-to-be plowed buttocks my immense lover probed his huge finger, much thicker than most of the cocks in the porn industry, I usually loved that part, because I felt Richie could actually feel how excited and horny I truly was, he spent a long time working on my anus, making sure I was aroused and relaxed enough to accomplish such heroic feat.
At that moment, Richie kissed me tenderly, easily lifting my body as he adjusted his massive endowment; he usually repeated that he loved me above everything, then, he supported my body, making sure the enormous head on his phallus was positioned at the best point to go deep into my butt. All the pain I could possibly feel then, just vanished as he gently blew in my ears, massaging my butt as gravity forced my body down his immense shaft, I screamed out of pure ecstasy, enjoying the enormity of that throbbing cock, I could feel the blood pulsing inside it, the way Richie easily, yet steadily pushed his cock showed how much confidence he had, his hands at my butt lifting my body, gently pressing it against his cock, he hissed and kissed my ears, I wanted to scream out loud, but the intensity of my pleasure only allowed me to whisper, begging for more.

It didn’t take much longer for me to cum, once Richie’s had inserted what he thought to be enough of his monstrous cock, he started lifting my body up and down his shaft, my massive lover didn’t want to stress me, his powerful muscles did all the job while I gasped, immersed into a blissful state while my load erupted. However, I knew we were far from being over – because, Rich needed much more to reach his own orgasm. Usually, I came three or four times before he climax, but his ride was just as intense as mine, probably because his endorphin tolerance also made it longer yet even more instigating to cum, at each moment he was indulging his glorious body, immersed in the inebriant feeling of passionate sex. Even when he finally came, it didn’t mean we were done. Richie only had time to unplug his massive cock from my smaller butt, and sometime he just came inside me, flooding my guts with fresh, juicy cum.

At first, we always took precaution, however, it was soon attested that Übers were immune to all kind of diseases, including STD’s, their organisms simply destroyed any viruses; such information was also very useful because it was becoming really hard to find condoms that fit Richie’s immense cock, so we could start fucking without any preoccupation other than enjoying the best of our time together – and that was exactly what we did; just like any other opportunity we had, Richie would spend over two hours fucking me in all kind of possible ways, in the end, I was both exhausted yet sexually depleted, although my whole body still buzzed from all that intense pleasure. Richie, on the other hand, could just run the marathon or lift enormous weights, but he usually took his time to let me rest atop his monumental muscles, nursing my exhausted body.

I had never experienced anything so comforting, incredibly soothing and relaxing than resting atop Richie, somehow it was only natural for me to drift in my sweet dreams as he gently hugged me, my whole body being lifted by his slow breathing movement. When I suddenly noticed, the whole Saturday morning had gone by, which meant Richie’s parents should be there any minute, and we still had to clean all the mess we had made in the kitchen. I tried to get up at once but the weight of my beloved’s massive arms easily stopped me.
“Shhhhhh…don’t move…it feels so good to be here with you…” Richie said without opening his arms “We should do this more often…” Richie said as he kissed the back of neck.

“Well, if only we just slept instead of fucking so intensely, we can wake up the entire neighborhood…” I giggled, slowly turning to face my immense boyfriend. “And what about your parents? Weren’t they supposed to be back by then?” I asked looking at the clock over the nightstand.

“Don’t worry, when the coast is clear, I’ll just call my dad over his cell…right now he’s just stalling my mother. It was a good thing telling him after all…” Richie pondered as he grinned at me.

“You did WHAT?” I felt the urge to jump of those immense arms, before we could get caught, though Richie held me closer to his chest.

“Calm down, Nate, I…erm…my father accidentally found the box of condoms I bought, and since it is not a secret that Übermen are gay, he just asked me about my sex life, and…I couldn’t lie to him, Nathan, he is my father and he’s been so supportive through this whole thing…” Richie tried to calm me down, however in my head I already imagined the worst possible scenario.

“Okay…so your parents must have guessed you are gay because of your condition, but what about mine? I…wasn’t prepared to come out just yet…” I spoke with head suddenly feeling dizzy.

Rich sat on his new bed – ever since the beginning of his transition, Richie already got 3 different beds, each one bigger than the previous, though this time, the Costas bought a custom made bed made of titanium bars and especially designed for Übermen needs, a very expensive piece of furniture that should at least last longer than the wooden ones.

“I told you he kinda knows about us, I never told him about you, and he didn’t ask it either, he just told me to take precautions and that I could always look for him after help and support…” The Über lover of mine tried to explain me his actions, although I still felt very unsure about the whole situation.

“Richie, your dad didn’t have to be a genius to guess I am your lover, what other close friends do you have? I am always here, not to mention all the times I spend the night over, let’s face it Richie, I spend more time here than in my own house…” I continued blabbing, without even realizing Richie actually looked each time sadder.

“Nate, its okay, my dad won’t tell your parents about us. He… believes there’s no reason for that, after all…” I suddenly didn’t like the sound on his voice, just when I was about to ask him the meaning of his statement, Rich Costa took a deep breath.

“I am sorry…Nate. I am lying to you…my father actually knows we’ve become lovers, he is not freaked out because of that, and he… is just worried…about you…”

“Your dad is worried about me? Why…” I suddenly started connecting the dots.

“The real reason why he took my mother groceries shopping was getting the time to…set things…between us. That was supposed to be a goodbye from all the incredible days we’ve had so far” I suddenly noticed Richie’s eyes were indeed heavy.

“Rich…” I would say something when his big hand gently caressed my cheeks.

“I guess I got carried away, completely overlooking what I had to do…Nate, these couple of months had been the best time of my life, but…but… we both have to face the inevitable. I’ve grown a lot in this time, and I am not stopping growing anytime soon, if ever, so…this…won’t work much longer don’t you agree?”

Frankly, I have imagined that moment a hundred times since Richie kissed me, I had dreamt about such moment, I’ve anticipated the possible answers, and although I truly wished a thousand times that I never had to live that moment, there we were discussing if our relationship had any possible future.

“Rich, I love you…I’ve told you so many times, why can’t you believe it?” I said from the bottom of my heart, trying to convince Richie I was being sincere.

“Oh Nate, you’ve just been impressed by my growing size, I know how my muscles are overwhelming, God not even I can get my hands over this body, but…the truth is that it is not very prudent for us to remain lovers, you pretty much know what is gonna happen.”

“No, Richie, I don’t know what is gonna happen, all I know is that I love you, and you love me too don’t you?” I suddenly had to ask.

“Of course I love you, Nate, but, my father is right, with this fast growth happening to me, things won’t be so practical in the upcoming days, I…would never hurt your on purpose, but…what if…oh Nate you can’t tell how it’s hard to control all this strength, and just the mere thought of…” The behemoth was indeed worried, so I just hugged him tenderly.

“You did a great job today, we have never fucked so intensely, and it wasn’t painful Richie, I just felt it was so great…”

Richie looked at me with sad eyes “I wish I could just say I felt the same way, but…truth is I still needed so much more, Nate. If you didn’t look so exhausted I could just fuck you all over again, and this time you didn’t have the energy to suck me, so I had to jerk off while you were resting…I felt so dirty…so nasty…I just have fucked you and still I wanted more sex…I am afraid one day I won’t be able to respect your fragility Nathan…”

It felt like a punch in my guts, suddenly all those wonderful feelings I thought to be experiencing were just a portrait of my own imagination? Was Richie trying to tell me I couldn’t give you all the things he needed?

I felt my whole body shaking “So…you’re just afraid of breaking me just like you can break any object? Is that what you think of me Richie? I…can’t believe, you were always so caring…so gentle…” I suddenly couldn’t recognize my own boyfriend.

“It’s a biological thing Nathan, after all genetically I am a homo sapiens fortius…” Richie started but I wasn’t in the mood for that stupid classification explanation.

“I don’t care if you are Martian, you know pretty well what we have is special…” I felt my own anger building inside my hurt heart.

“Nate, we can always be best friends, dude you’re like a brother to me, but let’s face it, who knows how much bigger I’ll be in the next month, what to say in one year from today…You’ve seen those testimonials…there must be a reason why Übers don’t date little guys…” Richie’s voice never sounded so arrogant, so obnoxiously unbearable to my ears.

“So, you just dump me and you still want me to be best friends with you? Are you insane?” I asked suddenly feeling very confused.

“Well, if you just accept our differences, and the impossibility for us to be lovers, you pretty much know I really like you, so I’d never want to lose you twice…” There was something about his tone that didn’t sound quite right, I didn’t have much experience in break ups, but what Richie purposed wasn’t quite right.

“So what if I can’t remain friends with you? There’s nothing wrong about me getting pissed for being dumped in such a horrible way, right after being used to give you pleasure…” I spoke suddenly feeling the bitterness of my own words in my mouth.

Richie sighed “I know…but truth is I still need you…but I can’t risk hurting your feelings…”

For one single moment everything sounded so insane that it actually made sense.

“Richie, you are just quoting those stupid Übers over the internet, but I am not buying this whole arrogant attitude from you, I know you better than this superficial crap you’re trying to force on me!” I was yelling at the hulking teenager, and to my own surprise, he was flinching, because my own words were hurting Richie.

“Please, Nate, you have to understand…I can’t risk hurting you…” Once again he repeated the same nonsense argument.

“Well I’d rather you accidentally broke my ribcage while hugging me than hearing all those things you’ve just said…” The tone of my voice suddenly made Rich nervous, suddenly I realized he was suffering just as me.

“Nate, there’s no way we can take this any further, what will you do when I outgrow this house? What will you do when people start hating me and calling me names? I don’t want to drag you in all my misery…it’s enough my parents have to go through it, but you actually have a choice…” The beautiful color of his irises contrasted with the redness of his eyes.

“So I chose you, there’s nothing to consider, how many times they tell me to chose between you and anything else, and I chose you. I don’t want to know if you grow ten times bigger than me, or twenty times bigger than that, you’ll never be too big to fit on my heart, you big stupid, fool!” I had completely lost my control, I was actually punching Richie’s uncannily hard muscles as I tried to make him see my point – there was nothing he could do that would scare me away, I loved him, and that was final.

“Don’t make it harder than it already is, Nate, we both know it would not last forever. What are the odds two guys get together for the rest of their lives?” I know Rich didn’t actually believe in such facts, but somehow he was truly fighting his own feelings.

“Alright…alright…if you really need…we should take a break, I mean…summer vacations are just there anyway…” I didn’t actually believe the words which came out of my mouth, but frankly, neither did Rich, he just stared at me, while I casually dressed my clothes, proceeding to the door.

“Then…I guess…we…” Richie tried to say the words, but I noticed he just couldn’t, so I decided to make Richie taste a bit of his own medicine “Goodbye Rich, see you on Monday at school, buddy…” I said while I walked out of his room

Those were the most horrible 25 seconds of my life, at each new step I feared Richie would just call my bluff, or, even worst, he would cease the opportunity to break up with me, I know I couldn’t look back at him, so I continued walking, going downstairs, the front door of the Costa’s house never seemed so far away.

Suddenly, there was an incredible loud noise, like the entire second floor had fallen down over the ground. The staircase simply turned into a giant mountain of debris, still my currently not boyfriend didn’t bother, he just walked out of the mess, heading towards the front door.

“NATE, I AM SORRY, PLEASE, DON’T GO!” I only had time to turn around when 444 pounds of Überman muscle ran over me, fortunately, Richie grabbed me back in his arms just in time to protect me from the incredible crash produced by his incredible running mass, it suddenly seemed an SUV had passed through the front wall, only in the opposite direction.

When the cloud of dust, splinters and plaster finally settled down, all the neighbors in our the area already surrounded the humongous body of Richie curled like the massive wrecking ball which had just destroyed the front wall of his house, most of the people still screamed and couldn’t understand what had just happened, when Richie opened his massive arms, revealing my own figure as well his humongous frontal naked, the commotion only got worse, by the time Richie’s parents got back from groceries store, the police had already been called, as well as the paramedics and even the firefighters.

To make a long story short, when all the authorities finally realized that nothing more serious had happened involving the “Überman from Aurora Drive”, we both realized that only now the hardest part would come – Marcelo, Susana, mom and dad looked at both us with shocked expressions, at first I thought they would just yell at us for causing such destruction, but then I realized, judging by the look on their faces I knew things wouldn’t be that simple.

“Son, I know you will be upset but try to understand that it will be best for all of us…” Rich’s mom tried to undermine the seriousness of the situation, although I actually preferred the yelling or just being grounded for the rest of my life.

"We are moving back to Brazil” Marcelo spoke firmly to state this decision was indeed final. I wanted to protest, to say they couldn’t decide about our own lives, I wanted to kick and scream until they understand Richie and I were meant to be together.

Then, before I could even start my rebellion, Rich Costa, the sweetest, kindest, most sensitive person in the whole world stood up, his enormous shade eclipsing the much smaller men around him, his muscles bulged and flexed incredibly hard, the veins thickened, pumping blood into those gargantuan muscles. My Richie suddenly towered over his father, his skin was red and glistening with sweat, the veins on his bull sized neck scared me for the first time ever.

“YOU CAN’T TAKE NATE AWAY FROM ME, IF YOU DO THAT I WILL BREAK ALL YOUR FUCKING BONES!!!” The sound of his voice thundered all over the street, people from several blocks away could hear the Überman threatening his own father. Marcelo Costa just stepped back, the words seemed to sweep him from his courage and determination, he fell in the ground, I could see the fear in his eyes, and he tried to crawl away from the menacing figure of his own son, Richie’s mom hugged her son and asked for his to calm down, even my parents tried to stop my beloved from doing such horrible thing, but Richie continued walking towards his own dad.

The huge hand grabbed him by the collar, easily lifting the athletic body from the ground, I could hear my mom screaming, and there was nothing my father could do to stop Rich if he really decided to go ahead in such dark intent.

Only at that horrible moment, I finally realized, inside every Überman there was indeed a powerful beast, one that could momentarily overcome the sweet, kind temper of such loving boy. More than never, Rich needed me.

“RICH…STAND BACK YOU DON’T WANT TO DO IT! STAND BACK BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, fortunately the sound of my voice suddenly help Richie to snap out of his rage trance. He just dropped his father and walked back to me, his towering figure looking at my eyes.

“You were right from the beginning Richie, you love me just as much as I love you, but we can’t be together…it just wasn’t meant to be…I understand it now…please don’t hurt anyone, you are not like that, please…” I said so softly, and yet he could hear every single word, because the behemoth suddenly fell on his knees, unleashing an animalistic angry cry.

"I'm sorry, Rich, I am really sorry..." I could finally understand why Übermen said it was impossible to love a tiny guy – it was not because they didn’t actually love regular guys, but a romantic relationship was just impossible.

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Wow, very dramatic ending and HOT portrayal of the growth and the sex...amazing story as always, keep it up!
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Wow... How sad for Nate to lose Richie just because Richie is so big. Is there any way for Nate to become an Über as well? That would solve the whole problem right there...
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I love/hate these sad endings to chapters like this (even though I do it all the time.) Nicely written, a huge improvement in your style as well since I first started reading your stories. Here's hoping that in the next one, the two love birds will get back together!

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Great story. Thanks for sharing it and I cant wait to read the next part
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that was so sad and yet so fantastic . . . i can't wait to see what happens next.
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wow...

That was certainly a tearful and mind blowing chapter... i feel so bad for Richie, he was only trying to protect him but the worst happened anyway.

I think i'd be neat if Nate had the "Uber" gene, only i'd be recessive and "Awaken" due to another active Uber gene influence. Then, during his new transformation, he'd seek out Richie somewhere in Brazil... all the while, going through what Richie went through. That would definitely make this story even more awesome!

Wonderful stuff!!!
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This story is fantastic, very emotional and captive.

The olny thing i noticed was the beginning half of the second part was in all paragraph form with no dialouge. While this is fine, from experience this makes it extremely hard to convey feeling, and many people find this style boring (I myself don't, it allows the reader to look deeper in the story and themselves) and might skim it. For here, I would just keep that style to a small portion here and there.

I just wish we could have seen him go through the early stages in more detail. For the flow of the story though, I understand why it wasn't described. I'm very curious to where this story is going to go because there are SO many paths open for it.

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I think i'd be neat if Nate had the "Uber" gene, only i'd be recessive and "Awaken" due to another active Uber gene influence.
Hmm, that is intresting. I doub't it will happen, but it could
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Yes, I agree. I would love for him to grow to be able to be with his lover. That would have made it a little bit more exciting to me instead of sad. But overall a GREAT story.
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So far this is an awesome story and look forward to reading the continuation of this storyline. Having Nate become an Uberteen in the future and going to find Richie is a good ideal. I also am interested in Richie continued grow, exploration of being an Uberteen and interacting with others like him
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A dilema...

...

But even in the absence of an ongoing physical relationship, hopefully Richie and Nate can remain together, transcending the physical differences between them.

And the tension and frustration of remaining together, even in the absence of sexual gratification, might make for a far more interesting plot than just everything ending up "happily ever after." Even in the absence of physical gratification, Nate could very well serve as Richie's anchor to the rest of the world. He's already done this, helping Richie to tamp down his rage and preventing him from doing something he would have immediately regretted.

The way I see it, even after the loss of the physical aspects of their relationship, Richie needs Nate now more than ever. And Richie's parents would have to be beyond obtuse not to see that. And if Rich and Nate must both sacrifice their mutual physical gratification to remain together, I see their struggles to adapt as having far more plot potential than just scene after scene of them rutting in bed together.

Just my thoughts.

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But even in the absence of an ongoing physical relationship, hopefully Richie and Nate can remain together, transcending the physical differences between them.

And the tension and frustration of remaining together, even in the absence of sexual gratification, might make for a far more interesting plot than just everything ending up "happily ever after." Even in the absence of physical gratification, Nate could very well serve as Richie's anchor to the rest of the world. He's already done this, helping Richie to tamp down his rage and preventing him from doing something he would have immediately regretted.

The way I see it, even after the loss of the physical aspects of their relationship, Richie needs Nate now more than ever. And Richie's parents would have to be beyond obtuse not to see that. And if Rich and Nate must both sacrifice their mutual physical gratification to remain together, I see their struggles to adapt as having far more plot potential than just scene after scene of them rutting in bed together.

Just my thoughts.

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It is really interesting when I get to see how my work is seen and understood by the audience - Thank you all for your responses, they really make me motivated to keep writing this story.

Indigo - You are right, I did try a different style, partially because I wanted the story to be told from Nate's POV, but at the same time, the kind of growth in Übermen does not happen so fast as most of my stories, so the descritpion of growth can't actually be done in "real time". I personally felt that the description of Richie's earlier transition period was one of the hottest things I've written (and I am being honest ) especially because told from the eyes of his lover.

I am trying to grasp something pretty ambicious - in each chapter several different moods will be told, if you noticed, in the first chapter I start with some mystery, then add some drama with Richie and his parents, then some comedy with Nate's mom, then try to make some connection between Rich's condition and his obscession for comic books, the "bogus" scientfic details told by Nate's father, then the final part where the boys talk and confess their love towards each other. In chapter 2 I started with Nate's remembrances of his boyfriend's growth (BTW don't think it's over - BELIEEEEEEEEEEEVE ME it's not) only to connect with his current moment - their love making, the phony break up attempt, Richie's clumsyness causing a terrible accident - to the part where the sweet boy unleashes his natural teenager rebellion - magnified for his Überman condition - at the sudden loss of his beloved.

For chapter 3? I still am not sure, because there are no planned storyline for this tale - It's like I always tell Redkage when he gently tries to convince me to lay down a strcutured work plan for my projects - "You can plan everything down to the last details, but you really won't feel what has to be done until you start walking the story path'- it probably won't make sense for most of you - but to me it means that although I might have a vague idea of what I want to tell in this story, the trama takes unexpected twists as I type the words - I don't know if it's safe, if it's original, if it's anything good at all - I just feel that for this story it's something that I need to do.

Thank you all for your wonderful suggestions and comments, I hope I can take them in consideration, but I strongly feel that Richie and Nate's love does NOT need equality of sizes to be full and intense...

How so? Let's just see where my deviant mind takes us...

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Very well done. Each episode better than the last.
Great as always. Please write more soon.

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I'm in agreement with tagsnola. I don't think the size needs to be equivalent for there to be a happy ending. I do think there needs to be a neutralizing aspect to Nate and Richie, something that balances them out in the end (perhaps like Rowan's Tom and Jerry . . . "what do I bring to the relationship?"). There's a natural way of thinking that just makes Richie appear dominant, but the biggest isnt always dominant or necessarily the strongest (a la Vincent Shaw). I'm not sure if m4life would agree, but I'm curious to see what he ends up with in the next chapter and how the tension btw Nate and Richie plays out, especially from Nate's point of view. Does Nate become uber-successful (pardon the pun) and Richie just another uberman or a victim of his initial fears, i.e. poor, alone, hated? Just for example. There's a ton of potential directions to take this and I think the emotional approach works best.

Sorry for the Rowan references, but I thought it would be a good way to visualize my thoughts.
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For chapter 3? I still am not sure, because there are no planned storyline for this tale - It's like I always tell Redkage when he gently tries to convince me to lay down a strcutured work plan for my projects - "You can plan everything down to the last details, but you really won't feel what has to be done until you start walking the story path'- it probably won't make sense for most of you - but to me it means that although I might have a vague idea of what I want to tell in this story, the trama takes unexpected twists as I type the words - I don't know if it's safe, if it's original, if it's anything good at all - I just feel that for this story it's something that I need to do.

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It's funny the way that works. I used to outline everything I wrote. Second Puberty is probably the first time I just went by the seat of my pants and its probably the best thing I've ever written. Outlining isn't always the best way to go. Another point, which you made in the comment section for the Orphanage, is that you can't tell where the story is going. A lot of that comes from the fact that I have no clear idea where its going. So not outlining can also add an element of unpredictablity to a story -- which is, I think, a good thing.
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It's funny the way that works. I used to outline everything I wrote. Second Puberty is probably the first time I just went by the seat of my pants and its probably the best thing I've ever written. Outlining isn't always the best way to go. Another point, which you made in the comment section for the Orphanage, is that you can't tell where the story is going. A lot of that comes from the fact that I have no clear idea where its going. So not outlining can also add an element of unpredictablity to a story -- which is, I think, a good thing.

I guess it is who you are and what works for you. I have seen though that the best stories tend to be without pre-structure, but that makes sense because it would allow imagination to flow easier. Which inturn makes things sound more natural. I have olny written mabye one or two things that I posted here so I have little experience. What I noticed though is that I would try to make an outline, and end up throwing it in the dust bin, it made things too restricting. That is creativity for you though, it needs LOTS of space, haha.
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I have *never*

outlined.

I've posted 3 stories online. Part of one, somebody else posted here from the Nifty Archive. In none of my stories did I outline. It was like the "muse" was dictating and I was just transcribing. More often than not, after writing a section I'd go "Woah! where in the sheol did THAT come from?"

One thing I found out. Unless the muse comes, I can't write at all.

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I *always* outline ANY story I write, which is over 20 pages in length. Lately, it seems like almost EVERY story I write, is over 20 pages. I just completed the draft of a 125,000-word novel (TagsNOLA happens to be my editor) and there is NO WAY I could have written that without an outline, for the simple reason that I tend to forget what I was writing after awhile. I may be writing something on page 185 that ties directly to another scene on page 97. I need an outline just to keep all the pieces of the puzzle together! When stories start getting as long as this, then an outline becomes an absolute MUST!

By the way, my main story character is an "Überteen" of my own named Titan, who is quite strong and muscular as well! You can catch a glimpse of him here and you can read a short story about him on my DeviantArt page: http://scriptboy.deviantart.com/

So, Bruno, when are you going to write part 3? I like this story a lot! I do hope Richie and Nate will remain friends...
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Überteen - Chapter 3

Thanks for all the support and comments so far. Like I said, there are not very precise plans, I only know that I want to take Rich and Nate's story inside the hearts of my readers...

Überteen
Chapter 3

After that horrible scene, Richie stared me for long awkward minutes; he didn’t have the courage to say anything, although I already knew how horrible he felt inside. Eventually, my father gently talked to the humongous lad, whispering something in his ears – I couldn’t actually hear what his exacts words were, however, they seemed to have a tremendous effect over Richie, for he just stood up and addressed to his still very shocked parents.

“Mom…Dad…I'm sorry…I just need you to know that I love you guys so much, I feel so hideous for doing that thing…I don’t know what happened….” Richie’s words were emotional, yet, his voice was firm, which showed how truly he regretted his previous actions.

“Marcelo, Susana, I know it doesn’t help much, but Richie’s body is going through a vertiginous hormonal discharge, his actions are not entirely excusable by this fact solely, but you are parents, and our job is to understand, to guide and to forgive our children, so they can learn from their own mistakes…” Dad spoke very slowly as he helped my beloved’s parents to face such difficult situation.

The Costas looked at each other, Susana hugged her husband as he rested his head over hers, each one crying silently for several moments, until Richie’s father took a deep breath and offered his hand to his immense son.

“Perdoa teu pai também, filho.” Marcelo asked for his son’s forgiveness, a request which Richie promptly fulfilled, the huge son grabbed his parents in his massive hug and kissed their foreheads repeatedly, his tears resulting from a mixture of happiness, shame and self-disappointment.

“Let’s go home, now…” Dad laid his hand on my shoulder “They really have a lot to talk, and so do we…” Although I really wanted to kiss Richie goodbye, just in case that was the last time we ever seen each other, I understood the best thing to do was letting things settle, we all needed some time to digest the latest events.

Despite the exhaustion all over my body, I couldn’t sleep that night – from the window of my bedroom I could see Richie’s house, since the door had been destroyed, as well most of the front wall, yet, the Costas improvised some plastic to cover the huge gap until the repairmen could fix the damages provoked by their Überman son’s clumsiness. The lights were on in Richie’s room, so they should be probably talking there, I just wished I could hear their conversation, were they really moving back to Brazil?

Although I knew this would be probably the simplest of the possible solutions, the same one which would give us both an opportunity to accept the impossibility of our romance so we finally would move on with our lives, I couldn’t accept the idea of being far from Richie; it all seemed so unreal and so unfair.

“Are you still up, son?” I heard my mother’s voice, acting out of pure reflex; I just laid back on my pillow – “Sorry mom…” That was the answer that I felt she usually wanted to hear, but suddenly, I felt her warm lips kissing my forehead.

“You don’t have any fault in this case, Nathan; you were just caught unprepared…”

I looked at my mother’s face, feeling my spine freezing. “What do you mean by that, mom?”

She nodded her blond head. “You two were just too close when this tragedy happened, it was only natural that you boys got involved, Richie just grew bigger and stronger, and you were dragged along that weird Über transformation…I am happy that you realized that you couldn’t be together…”

I never thought my mother could accept my homosexuality so well, although at the same time, she misunderstood the whole motivation of my act. I wanted to tell right then she couldn’t be more wrong, I’ve loved Richie for a long time, even before he turned Über, I wanted to explain that I’ve only said those things to my precious lover because I wanted him to get mad at me, to focus his anger in someone else than his own father, but I knew she wouldn’t understand it, so I just kissed her cheek and thanked her comprehension; turned off the lamp and decided that I should better have some sleep.

I spent the entire Sunday morning trying to find out what have they decided, but I also knew I couldn’t go there to ask them, if I did so, there was a great chance for me to make things even worse for Richie, so I just decided to watch for any suspicious event on the Costas household.

Unfortunately, nothing happened, there were absolutely no clues, the same black plastic covering the whole in the front wall; but other than that it seemed the house was empty, for one second I feared the Costas decided it would be best if they left under the cloak of the darkness, so their nosy neighbors wouldn’t have any chance to bother them.

I suddenly felt the urge to get there to attest if my sudden theory was correct, so I just rushed outside, but fortunately my father called me from the living room, and I knew he had just read my intents right through my impetuous actions.

“Nate, I know you are just anxious, but trust me, things won’t get any better if you just stick your nose into their lives…” I could finally understand why my mother felt that my father had the annoying habit of being sensibly right most of the time.

I sighed, forced to recognize his arguments made all sense. “Dad, do you think they’re going back to Brazil?” I asked showing in my voice tone how much I cared about Richie, my dad just came closer and hugged me really tight.

“Son, whatever they decide, I am sure you will soon be told. Richie would never leave the country without saying goodbye to you, even if it is a letter or an email, so just give them a rest, because there’s no use in guessing, it’ll make you more anxious…”

So, following my father’s advice, I tried to keep my head busy with reading, playing video games or doing anything to kill all that time, so that horrible Sunday finally passed, although there were still no clues about the Costas, all windows remained shut, and even the inside lights were off, there was no way to find out if they had really left or not. Then, long time after midnight, I heard a familiar sound that filled my heart with hope, it was the Costas car, entering their garage, I couldn’t see who was inside, instead of getting calmer I started figuring a whole sort of different scenarios, maybe Marcello decided to send his family to Brazil while he took care the practical details of their moving, maybe it was Richie who was sent to some kind of boarding school – at each new idea conveyed by my feverish mind, my heart filled with anxiety and angst, even during my sleep, the idea of Richie moving out made me so desperately nervous, that I woke up several times just to peek over my window to see if there was any sign of Richie.

For that reason, I was terribly tired on the following morning; it really broke my heart that I couldn’t pass by Richie’s house to walk together with him to the bus stop, so I just decided it would be better for me to leave earlier, after all Richie was always late in the morning, just to make sure we wouldn’t meet each other, I decided to catch the bus on a different stop.

Surprisingly, when I got to that particular stop, I spotted Richie’s enormous body from the distance, dressed in some clear wash jeans that looked so tight they would just pop out at any moment, Richie also wore a black cut-off T-shirt and massive sneakers, since his arms were so oversized and his vastly muscular back had gotten so incredibly wide, Richie couldn’t actually carry his bag like the rest of us, in fact he just held it on his enormous hand, like it was just a big mug, speaking of his massively wide back, they were currently turned to me, so Richie couldn’t notice my approach, my humongous lad appeared to be really nervous, maybe he wanted the bus to come at once, so he would avoid running into me, although it was just impossible to ignore Rich’s size inside of a relatively small school bus. I could just turn back and try to keep away from him, however my better judgment was easily overwhelmed by my sheer curiosity, so I approached very carefully, ceasing the opportunity that Richie was looking to the other side…

“So are you guys moving back to Brazil?” I asked at once.

Since he was caught off guard, Rich’s entire body flexed, showing me that his immense muscles were indeed bigger. When he looked down at my curious face, Richie seemed paler; maybe I had scared him after all – given his growing size I got used to think on Rich like he was undefeatable.

“Shit, Nate, you…nearly gave me a heart attack!” Richie said as he reached for his massive chest, massaging his impossibly huge pectorals.

“Übers don’t have heart problems, especially at our age, so are you guys going back to Brazil or not?” I asked directly, knowing that I couldn’t let that chance to slip through my fingers.

Richie just nodded his pretty head “Why do you care if we go back to Brazil? You’re the one who said we couldn’t be together…” He replied trying to sound bitter, but it didn’t really match Richie’s sweetness, so I just ignored because I realized he was just trying to avoid the question.

“I said we couldn’t be together, I didn’t say you had to move back to your home country…now are you guys going back to Brazil? Just answer the question will ya?” I said poking his massive abdominal knots. Even after all that happened, I still had the guts to confront Richie like that.

The youthful behemoth just stared at me for an infinite moment, his face was serious, showing all the pain he had felt in the last days, even his precious smile was gone. Then, all of a sudden, a teasing grin rose from his corky lips.

“You should see your face right now, it’s priceless…” Richie said, before he broke into sonorous laughter, which only got me more nervous, I was about to freak out, when I finally realized that Richie could only be laughing for one reason only.

“So…are you telling me that you are not going to Brazil?” I asked once again just to make sure that was the message he wanted to give me.

“Oh…I am still going to Brazil…” Richie responded while he cleaned his laughing tears. “Maybe for summer vacations or the Holidays Season…but I am not moving back there, if that’s what you wanted to know” My humongous beloved replied, suddenly looking right into my eyes with his emerald globes.

“OH THANKS GOD!” I shouted, and then I just jumped up and down of such happiness. I didn’t even notice that in the next minutes I was hugging Richie’s thin waist, leaning my head over his monstrous upper abdomen like I was so used to do whenever I wanted some comfort from him, then his warm giant hand cupped my shoulder.

“You know…for someone who had just dumped me, you seem pretty happy…” Richie commented as he caressed my body. We both knew that moment felt really cozy and marvelous, but then, reality came down as a cold water bucket.

“It’s already too difficult not being able to have you as my boyfriend, but not seeing you at all is just…impossible, Richie…if you really were moving back to Brazil, I…shit I didn’t know what to do…”

Then, Richie took a deep breath and gently broke our embrace “Yeah, I know exactly what you mean, Nathan, fortunately, my parents decided that it would be worse moving out during school year, besides, after much talking and reflecting, dad understood that we really love each other, it’s not just something physical, and because it’s not just about you getting horny because of my muscles…we are staying here, but under one condition…”

I sighed “Yeah, we can be friends…but we can’t…let things get out of control again…”

Richie nodded “I don’t know what happened to me, Nate, it’s horrible, my mind was all blurry, then I just felt an unexplainable rage building, if you hadn’t stopped me, I could have…” Richie’s voice sounded heavier, so I just reached his lips and gently covered them.

“Don’t need to worry, Rich, from now on; you’ll have to work on your own to solve your massive erections problem…at least it’ll best if we get this relationship as platonic as possible…” I suggested, although even I didn’t believe it was actually possible, we just had to try it.

Richie smiled as I tried to muffle his lips, the sweetness of his eyes suddenly made me aware that one thing still didn’t change, despite all the horrible things that happened.

“I love you Rich…we can’t be together but that doesn’t change the way I feel about you…” I said very low, taking my time to step back from Richie’s enormous body.

“How can I ever stop loving you, Nathan? I…just wish I wasn’t…”

“You can’t actually decide on this, dude, we just have to face that Übers can’t date little guys like me…I am sure soon you will find a lot of other Über guys that will take care of your massive body…” I tried to smile, but the mere idea of having other guy feasting on the same muscle buffet that I had savored, got me really mad.

“I don’t want another Über, if I can’t have you…” Rich wanted to say something, but then, we heard the school bus approaching, so we’d just assumed a casual position as the smelly old bus parked.

“Good morning, Mr. Jones…” I greeted the skinny old man who had been driving that bus ever since I was in kindergarten, showed him my student pass, just for mere formality, and went to the back of the vehicle where Richie and I were used to sit, since his long massive legs now needed more space. I still haven’t sit down when Richie motioned to come inside the bus, but Mr. Jones suddenly stood up, rising the palm of his hand at him. “I am sorry, Rich, but…you can’t come in, son…”

Rich’s face frowned “But… there’s nothing wrong with my pass Mr. Jones…” Richie gently replied, however judging by the driver’s face, it was a much more serious problem.

“Please, understand Richie, I am just following orders, son, they said that you couldn’t get inside the bus…” Mr. Jones’ expression showed how stupid those orders were.

“WHAT?” I just yelled from the back, quickly coming closer to argument with the bus driver. “Mister Jones, why can’t Richie ride the bus to school? He’s just a student like anyone else…”

“I know, Nate, but…I am just the driver, when I got to school this morning, the Principal called me in his office, several parents were worried about Richie’s behavior so the he promised them Rich would no longer the school bus…” The wrinkled man was really sad about such incredible decision.

“This is just RIDICULOUS! No one can forbid a student to come to school…” I yelled at the driver, even though he clearly had no fault in that case.

“Please, Nate, try to understand my side, if Richie enters the bus, I'm gonna lose my job…” The skinny old man appealed to my human side, but that was precisely the most pissed part of me. “The parents are just worried about the safety of their children…” Jones tried to reason with me, although his argument just made things worse. I looked inside the bus and noticed that all the passengers just acted like that humiliating prohibition didn’t concern them.

“What’s the problem with you guys? Do you really believe Richie can cause any harm to us?” I asked at the kids closer to me, but they just avoided looking at my face, even those guys who had been studying with us for years.

“Chad…you know Rich is not a menace, he’s your friend…” I asked the freckled red haired boy, although it was clear that he wouldn’t listen to my arguments, so I reached for Sally, who had always counted on Richie’s tutoring to pass Math finals.

“Come on Sally, you can tell Richie is not a bad guy, he doesn’t mean to harm us…” I wanted her support, though I only gained her despise instead.

“Übermen are all dangerous, you know he had nearly killed his own father!!!” The shallow brunette voiced her opinion, which was soon echoed by many others; apparently the entire city was aware of the tragic events that happened in Aurora Drive.

“You are a bunch of stupid narrow minded beasts!” I wanted to keep cursing those ignorant fools, however Mister Jones gently asked me to return to my place because we would run late.

“Who cares about running late? I am not going along with these people! You all make me sick!” I vented my rebellion against Mr. Jones as I grabbed my stuff and walked out the vehicle, but Richie just stopped me.

“Nate, it’s me they don’t want in the bus, you can go to school…” His eyes were seriously focused on me, and they looked deeply sad.

“No, Rich, those guys are a bunch of stupid morons, I can’t leave you here alone, we’ll go to school together…” I tried to reason, but it was Richie’s time to be stubborn.

“They won’t forbid another person to ride that bus…” Richie’s hands gently touched my shoulders “Besides, I can use this opportunity to run all the way to the school, I bet I can get there before that old piece of scrap metal, can you please take my bag with you?” I obliged as Rich smiled at me. The bus moved along, but Richie’s long muscular legs soon passed the decaying vehicle.

I entered the bus, looked at Mr. Jones with a mean grin, then at the all the stupid losers inside the bus “Alright you ignorant mob, you all got Richie to be expelled from the bus, but I am not going down so easy, I’ll just keep cursing your stupidity and yelling at your medieval behavior.” I said going back to my place, talking very loud how prejudicial and shallow they were.

I knew that I was being pretty inconvenient, so it didn’t take long until a few guys motioned to force me to shut down, however as they threatened me I just mentioned “Hey dude, it’s okay, beat me away, though once we get at school Richie will ask how did I get this black eye, and I can’t lie to my best friend, you know?”

Immediately, all the bravest guys were quiet, because as Richie as my bodyguard, I knew things were much easier, besides, they had started – no one messed with my Richie.

Just like he had guessed, Richie could easily outrun that yellow old piece of junk that drove us to school, his massive muscles running were simply poetry in movement, each step he took seemed an epic adventure of manly strength and determination, his superior bodily physical condition surpassed the mechanical potency of the old explosion engine, I kept cheering for Richie as he casually jogged down the streets, his undeniably hot prefect muscular bubble butt flexing and relaxing as he jogged with such ease, there was indeed something about Richie’s derriere, it wasn’t just muscular and deliciously strong, it actually seemed like the most succulent fruit, ready to be plunked, cupped and worshipped, his ass was by far the hottest one in the entire school, male or female.

Meanwhile, I just enjoyed the view of my powerful best friend running along our school bus, mostly because all the stupid jerks inside were clearly disturbed by the display of his glorious muscles, the sight of Richie’s unearthed beauty was undeniably incredible even for those stupid spectators, they were cowardly cruel to Rich, and the best way to show how wrong they were was proving that Richie never needed that stupid bus, he was by far better and superior to all of us, cramped inside that old vehicle while Costa paraded his strength and muscularity all the way down to the school.

Once we got to the school, Richie was waiting for me, his muscles glistened softly, his faces were a bit redder; however, considering that he had ran approximately 12 miles to get there, my Brazilian friend just looked fresh and ready to take all the crap those mean little people could do to him – and they weren’t shy about their prejudicial measures, at all.

The first thing we noticed was the change in the looks of the Teachers, they all used to adore Richie before they found he was Über – as soon as the news about his condition spread over school, the teachers and the school staff changed their attitude towards Richie, like they feared for any reaction would mean a “potential menace”, however, up until that Monday, their behavior was never openly prejudicial.

Right as we entered, we noticed the room had been divided by a thick Plexiglas wall, most of the seats were cramped at the left side of the classroom, next to the teacher’s desk meanwhile a few remaining desks were tossed at the right side of the same room. Even before, Mr. Klotz, the Literature Teacher, entered, both Richie and I had a very good idea about the reason of that weird sit disposition.

The middle aged man with a ridiculous blond toupee atop of his bald head seemed very apprehensive when he entered the classroom, joined by no one other but Mr. Smithson, the despicably coward School Headmaster, dressed in his expensive suits, the arrogant principal took his glasses off to clean them in his handkerchief while he explained the new rules.

“Attention, students, attending the orders of the Board of Education, the local police authorities and under previous approval, we are establishing in this school the S.M.U.T. Program –Safety Measures against Überman Threats; starting from today, the Übermen students will have to arrive precisely in time to take their seats at the right side of the classroom, after they had been properly adjusted, interconnection door between the two isles will be locked, and only then the regular students will be allowed to enter the classroom, followed by the teacher, upon class dismissal, the exit order is reversed, the left side will leave at first, followed by the teacher, and only then the staff will remotely open the door from the new Über Surveillance control room.”

The most annoying part of that hateful speech was that the Principal acted like that program was something remotely acceptable. I promptly raised my hand, though Mr. Smithson already could tell I wouldn’t go down without a fight.

“Yes, Mr. Briggs?”

“How many Übermen are there in our current student body, sir?”

The Headmaster rolled his eyes “Currently, only Mr. Costa, but we might have this number augmented, there are always the possibility of other pubescent boys to be diagnosed as Übermen, we are just being proactively prudent.”

“Proactively prudent you say? Well, the way I see it, there’s just one single student in our whole school, and you just decided to cage him like he was an animal!” I replied bitterly looking at the ridiculous authority figure in front of me.

“You are entitled to your opinion, Nathan, but I need to take care of the safety and physical integrity of all the students including yours.” Smithson smirked at my face.

“It…is okay, Nate, I… can sit there, it’s not a problem…” Once again Rich was willing to accept such ridiculous measures.

“No, Rich, it’s not okay…this goes against all the things they teach us! What are civil rights good for if we just let them segregating people according to their personal condition…” I pointed my index finger towards the Principal, his right eyebrow twisted of anger.

“You are just being unreasonable, Mr. Briggs, the Plexiglas wall is just a preventive measure, and so the regular students and teachers can be protected from any Übermen menace…” The coward Mr. Klotz affirmed.

“How many times was Richie ever aggressive to you, sir? All this hostility against the only Überman in our school reveals that he is being discriminated for what he is…”

“What he is, Mister Briggs, along with all Übermen, is a menace against the majority of us, who are defenseless against unexplainable rage surges provoked by their hormone flooded bodies, so excuse me if not all of the normal human beings are fondle of the monstrosity of Mr. Costa and his fellow abomination brothers…”

If Richie hasn’t grabbed me, by that time Smithson would have his ass kicked not by an Über but a very angry regular boy. “How dare you say such offensive things? We could sue you for that do you know?” I kept cursing as Richie held me firmly trying to calm my rampant.

“Nate, don’t let them get to you…it is okay, I don’t mind, besides, there’s a lot of extra space on my side of the room…” Richie said as he calmly walked to the right side of the Plexiglas.

“I am sorry, Mister Costa, but you’ll have to put Nate down, as a regular human being he is not authorized to watch classes from this side of the safety wall.

I managed to slip between the arms of my ever protective Überman.

“Oh really? Who is forcing me to leave this area? I believe that might be considered aggression if you just force me to return to the left side of the wall huh?” I said, crossing my arms against my chest.
Smithson just sighed “These measures are for your own safety, and you can’t waive on them, because you are still underage…”

I casually took a sit “Well, then call my father here, I am sure he will support my decision, you said this ridiculous wall is to protect the of the students against possible menaces, well Mister Smithson, sir, I feel that I am much more protected from THIS side of the wall, at least I won’t be surrounded by your hateful narrow minds…”

“You are being disrespectful, young man, I can get you suspended…” The Headmaster finally resourced to threaten me with suspension, but I knew I couldn’t be wrong on that stupid situation.

“Now you are threatening me, Mister Smithson, I was really right when I chose my side on this dispute…” I said opening my books. “So when is this class starting anyway? All the other students are safe from Richie at your side of the transparent wall right? So, just close the door, I trust my friend won’t ever harm me…”

The Headmaster was indeed fuming when he left our classroom, I bet he would phone my parents to get them to the school, however I trusted my father would never assent with such horrible, disgusting program. A weird buzz sound announced that the door was now locked. Sighing of relief, Mr. Klotz started his despicably boring lecture over the work of some important writer, however, I simply couldn’t even stare at his pathetic figure, all the time he acted like someone was pointing a gun at him, like Richie would just start roaring and reach for his fat neck, to rip his little head of his body – the mere idea that someone could fear such a wonderful guy made me sick.

However, Rich just stood there and watched the class like nothing had happened, he even asked a thing or two about Mr. Klotz’ pathetic explanation, and the horrible little man was indeed impressed that the only one following his class was exactly the same one he thought to be an ignorant muscle beast. When the bell rang, Klotz just vanished out of the room, followed by the rest of the students.

“Richie, how come you remain so calm about all this?” I asked, ceasing the calm empty room as we waited for the “surveillance team” to unlock the door to our freedom.

Then, I could actually understand how sensible my beloved Richie truly was; he casually kept his stuff inside his bag and looked at my puzzled face.

“I can understand your rebellion, but I also don’t want to justify their behavior. If I started yelling and attacking the Principal or the Teacher, I would just make things even worse for me and any other Übermen that might come to this school…” Richie was serious, although very sweet at the same time.

“But…are you just let them treat you like an animal? Richie this is a fucking cage!” Given my natural temper, I was used to challenge authority, to make a big deal about anything about which I disagree, to kick and scream until they decided to oblige to my will, so I never would understand Rich’s approach on the whole S.M.U.T. Program, whose abbreviature couldn’t sound more proper.

Rich just smirked “Oh, I'm gonna have a talk with dad, I know he’ll take care of the legal stuff, meanwhile, let’s just let them think they are actually protected behind that little plastic, otherwise they can start building walls or even more drastic measures.”

The buzzer indicated the door was finally open “Great, it only took them all that time, classes are just gonna be crazy here, if you are the first to enter and the last to get out, won’t these measures just mess everything?” I nodded my head as I headed outside the room to follow Richie to the next class, fortunately that semester we had almost all classes together, so I could be there to support Richie and still make all the teachers and the Principal very pissed at the same time.

The school day followed pretty much as the first class, all the rooms were now divided with those ridiculous Plexiglas walls, Richie was required to enter first, then the door was locked so the teacher and the rest of the students as well were finally allowed to come, and the same ridiculous ritual repeated itself on the following classes. During lunch, we also noticed that Richie was no longer allowed to stand in line with the rest of students; his food was actually served by two big bodied fellows carrying stun guns, their uniforms carried name tags for their peculiar position as “Überman Surveillance Officers” – although they looked indeed much smaller than Richie, I suddenly understood those new directives wouldn’t get any lighter, they actually meant that gradually all übers would be segregated from the rest of society.

This time, however, Richie didn’t even let me protest, because he refused to put me through any further problems would the Headmaster, he just paid for his enormous share of food and took a seat strategically isolated from the rest of the cafeteria.

Rich was taking all those hateful measures stoically, until it was time for P.E which had always been his favorite class, all the other boys just waited, unconsciously assuming a similar formation as the new classroom code – Richie and I were in the right side, while they cramped the left one. Coach Sanders took much longer than usual, but eventually he came out of his room, followed Principal Smithson, the Coach just waved his head as he approached his classes.

“Costa, I…” The barrel chested middle aged man dressed in sweatpants and blue polo shirt always had something to say his pupils, but today, however, he just couldn’t speak.

“Yes Coach?” Richie’s adorable green eyes tried to ignore the annoying presence of Principal Smithson.

“Mister Costa, as part of the S.M.U.T. Program all Übermen students will be given their proper Physical Education, but until we find appropriate methods to do so, you are excused from practicing…” Smithson said harshly, the way he looked at me, I could swear he was waiting for me to challenge that decision, but Richie’s hand over my shoulder stopped me from acting so impulsively.

“I…understand it…Coach…” Richie responded in a low tone, only then he remembered of the practical effects of those measures could have over his life “Coach does it also mean…”

“That you are out of the soccer team, because the other schools refused to take part in tournaments facing an Überman in physical dispute.” Smithson explained the reasons why he had Coach Sanders cutting his best player from the team.

I noticed Richie’s chest inflating massively as he inhaled with such anger, up until now he has been very tolerant to all the things they had done to him, but keeping Rich from soccer was something too cruel even for Smithson and his gang.
The enormous green eyes filled with tears, I looked at his massive fist clinching so strongly that the pressure could crush steel bars like they were soft butter.

“Sir…can I…just leave then?” Richie asked very politely even though he was pissed at Smithson.

“Well, I suppose yes, since you no longer can be a member of any extracurricular activity as well, until other Über students come to our school.” Smithson’s satisfaction grin was just the last drop. Richie just ran of the school, still dressed in his ultra tight gym uniform.

“Mark my words, Smithson; you will regret hurting my friend…” I threatened the Principal, then I rushed after my crying Überman, only to find him sobbing at the soccer field, the closest place Richie had from his country in the United States.

There was nothing I could say or do, so I just sat at his side and leaned my head on his enormously muscular arm, however as his tears rolled down his face, I just felt that he needed comfort.

“Richie, you can’t let them get to you, those ridiculous rules will be soon gone, you will see”

The gargantuan lad looked at me “I already imagined they would cut me from the team, they can kick me out of soccer practice, but they can’t make me stop playing, truth is…I don’t know if those rules…if they are unfair at all…”

“Richie, what are you talking about? Of course they are unfair and unjust, they are segregation measures…”

“Yeah, but their main reason is protecting the rest of guys, and I think they are right to do so, I can be an ambulant time bomb ready to explode, so they have to take care of all safety measures against my strength and my anger…You’ve seen what I have done to my father, their fear has a legitimate fundament.
I stood up, gently holding Richie’s face “No Richie, you can’t think it’s your fault, that’s when you justify this stupid behavior, there’s nothing wrong with you, being Über does not defy what you are, it’s just one aspect of your personality…”

“Maybe…but I agree partially with them, my body is something scary, and I just wished I never would turn into one of those monsters…” Richie finally sighed as he stood up.

“Well, I think I’ll go home now, it’s not like I have to wait for the bus, anyway…” Rich nodded his head as he looked at his own bag – “Would you take it with you please?” I felt in the moment he wanted me to take his bag because this would give me a reason to come at his house, so I just nodded and smiled at my enormous friend.

“Normally I’d go with you, but I wouldn’t last 5 minutes running at your side, I guess I’ll just need to bug those stupid guys in the bus once again huh?” I asked trying to make Rich happier.

The Über lad smiled back at me, soon his muscular figure gloriously jogged out of the school, while I stood there looking at Richie’s red backpack – he had left so abruptly that he forgot to close the zippers of the lateral pockets; when I tried to zip them, however, something got in the way, so I just opened the pocket once again, only to find a piece of paper that resembled a business card, only much bigger than anyone I had seen so far.

“Über Youth of America – together we are even stronger” I read the motto, under which there was an address followed by a phone number. I wondered if that was some kind of support group for Übermen, was Richie trying to reach for their help, or was it something they gave him because of his condition and he never felt like searching for their help?

I gotta confess that it all made me very intrigued and excited, I've always wondered if Übers would let a regular guy to take part in this kind of assembly, after all the address was not far from the school, i could just pass by there after classes were done. Besides, I was very curious to meet another Überman, just to see if they all look so marvelous as my Richie.

Suddenly, an idea occurred to me – even if Richie never had the courage to show up at their meetings, whoever those UYA guys were, I was sure they wouldn’t like to know about Hamilton High’s S.M.U.T Program, maybe they could help me how to put an end to all that stupid crap.

to be continued
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Wow....just wow.

This chapter was really deep, Bruno. Although it is a different situation, this is almost a perfect retelling of America's history of racial discrimination. By putting Ubers into the role of African Americans in a "normal people" environment, you're created a very powerful message. The banning from the bus, the seating arrangements in class, the exclusion of them from sports, forcing them to play with people of the same race...all perfect example of what used to happen in the past.

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Wow....just wow.

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I love this story!!!!

I totally love Rich, and I feel Nate so close. I feel I'm a lot lie Nate, especially when it takes to hurting others when someone hurts one of my friends... or in this case someone as close as Rich is.

I just don't understand why Nate and Rich can't be together... why can't it be a realationship between an Uber and a human? It doesn makes sense to my little romantic brain that lives under the motto "Love beats anything". I just can't conceive the fact that Nate and Rich can't be together...

And I also think that the procedures the school is taking are stupid and useless. I can understand he is out of a school sport team because it would be unfair for the other students due of Uber's super strenght, but everything else is stupid.

I love this story and I can't expect to read more, I just hope Nate won't do what I think he is going to do, and I would myself do in that situation. But due to the similarities between my personality and Nate's, I can see where this is going...

I can't wait to read the next chapter... the only problem is that the story left my mind thinking about everything I just read and it's going to be working for a long time before it stops and let me continue with whatever I was doing, yet this was a lovely distraction, and It's way better whatever I was doing... I just forgot what it was...
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Now I'm wondering...

... if the Uber Youth of America will have the same attitude toward normals as the normals have had toward them. Will they accept Nate's outreach or will they send him packing? If they send him packing this will place an even greater strain on Nate & Rich's friendship. When they are together, they would be neither fish nor fowl, rejected and despised by both sides! RedKage was bang on about how closely this resembles the old "Jim Crow" regime of racial segregation in this country. And the reasons in this story are the same as during the old "Jim Crow" days, hatred and fear. And there's another point that was made in this chapter. Richie is coming to hate and despise himself, referring to Ubers as "monsters."

Yes, RedKage is right. This story has turned out to be very very deep.

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  • Wow... Knocked my assumptions right out of the park, didn't ya? Jeez! This is getting so Massive! I almost wonder if you used historical references for this, it's so well put together... Racism, that's such a broad topic.
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Great story, Bruno. Looking forward to more.
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Its been a really great read so far, Bruno. Definitely keep it coming.
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Überteen - Chapter 4

Hey guys,

It's been a wonderful ride so far, I am loving all the great feedback for this story. I hope you guys enjoy this next chapter, and I have even included a treat for you - in this chapter there will be new (old) characters that you might remember

Enjoy


Überteen
Chapter 4


Chapter 4

Since nobody answered at the phone number printed in the paper I found in Richie’s bag, I must have checked the address on that oversized business card at least a dozen times before I finally had convinced myself that such decaying building was indeed the headquarters of Über Youth of America – it was actually an abandoned warehouse taking nearly an entire block of the main street of the industrial district of our town. The ceilings were very first of all there were no signs or plates, the façade was all covered in graffiti, not to mention that the own building seemed to have been condemned.

Like I had anticipated, there was no sign of doorbell, so I just walked around the building trying to find a way to enter, but all I could find was solid brick walls covered in moss, even the highest windows were heavily shut with nailed wood planks – suddenly, while I still investigated the back part of the enormous storehouse, out of nowhere came this very loud noise of metal scratching, it was indeed so annoying that my senses went all crazy at the same time, the unbearable screeching tortured me, yet I managed to drag myself back to the street.

“STOP IT! PLEASE!!!!!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, covering my suffering ears with my hands, I actually was so disorientated that I couldn’t see where I was going, until I suddenly hit a wall and fell heavily on my ass, only then I noticed that I haven’t hit a wall, well at least not any wall – it was a massive, rugged, phenomenally huge and steel hard…butt.

I gasped in awe when I noticed the wall was actually just the lower part of tremendously huge buttocks, my head was only high enough to reach the impossibly hardness on the glorious ass cheeks which belonged to the BIGGEST man I’ve ever seen so far, a man that would make my own Richie seem rather modest, because the stranger whose butt I ran into was just crouching, and yet his body already looked bigger than my Richie fully standing, the size of those muscles was just overwhelming, if I haven’t already fallen over my own ass, I would probably need to sit down in order to fully absorb the impact of such powerful sight.

Given the sheer potency on that unbelievably huge body, the humongous behemoth only needed to push the metal gate with his index finger in order the seventeen hundred pounds of steel along the corroded iron trails, in fact I could tell the behemoth was actually being very careful, probably he didn’t want to simply rip the old gate out of its frame, still, the loudness of the sound produced by his “gentle” attempt was almost deafening, mostly because that rusty gate should have been closed for ages. However, at the moment I couldn’t care less for the horrible sounded produced by such simply executed feat of uncanny strength.

At first, I thought the gargantuan figure simply haven’t noticed that I had ran into his Über solid muscles, then after successfully forcing the gates to open, the amazing muscle giant gently let the old object resting at the corner, his muscles flexing and relaxing as his gargantuan body turned around.

When he finally stood up, I simply couldn’t believe the humongous size on the man that casually moved those heavy metal gates. The huge man was dressed in some kind of giant jeans overalls and nothing else, his marvelous baby smooth humongous pectoral muscles were glistening under the afternoon sun, each nipple on him seemed bigger than my own hard cock, the size and the protuberance of his abdominal knots resembled real life bricks, only much harder. The width of his shoulders, contrasting to the narrowness of his wais, I noticed he could only tie one side of his overall, mostly because of the combined thickness of his shoulders, lats and deltoids simply made it impossible for him to properly dress even that giant piece of clothing.

The features on the towering muscle god that eclipsed the sun from my tiny figure were very different from my Richie; nonetheless I couldn’t tell who could be actually the most handsome between the two of them. The only thing they had in common was the sheer and unearthed muscularity, even though that stranger was by far much bigger than Rich, I could see the resemblance on the way their veins wrapped themselves around the stone hard muscles, like vines spreading over the walls, climbing the rugged surface of the uncanny muscles on these fantastic muscle freaks.

Unlike the hybrid ethnical features on my own beloved Über, that enormous man probably had, before his own transformation, the typical “All American” look, however the absolutely stunningly stud at whom I stared at the moment had taken this stereotype into unheard standards of perfection; starting from the strikingly tanned complexion, joined by the steel blue depth on his captivating eyes along with his luscious, natural shining blond short hair, not to mention his awesomely square jaw line, the high cheekbones, angular nose bridge among other Caucasian features increased by his Überman condition. I was just looking at an enlarged barefoot Adonis dressed in huge denim overalls and red cap turned backwards.

“Oh…sorry buddy…I didn’t see you there…I hope you didn’t get hurt” The tremendously powerful muscle freak casually said as he turned his attention to me. Soon, the golden muscle monster easily helped me by grabbing me by my waist using only two fingers and placing my light body back in the ground. His bubble-gum chewing grin and pearly white smile only evidenced his notorious youth.

“You alright there lil’fella?” Once again the behemoth checked on my personal safety, so I nervously nodded my head in approval.

“Good, now you won’t mind telling me what you were doing back there, will ya?” The gorgeous Über lad asked me with justifiable curiosity; after all I’ve been sneaking around the building. Although I wanted to tell him all about Richie and the horrible things that happened in Hamilton High, I wasn’t able to mutter the necessary courage to address to such mind-blowing powerful figure.

“Erm…yeah, I'm sorry…I was trying to…” Suddenly the words failed me, I suddenly considered a terrifying hypothesis – what if Übermen would act towards regular guys like me was the same way bastards like Smithson treated Richie? That wouldn’t be good at all, however, just looking at the intense color of those eyes and the joyful smile on that humongous fellow, I simply felt like I was talking to Rich – despite all the massiveness and sheer muscularity expressed by their uncanny bodies, there was something incredibly inviting and friendly at the faces of Übermen, especially if they were smiling just like the huge fellow.

“Don’t worry dude, just relax, I know it can’t be pretty scare talking to a huge guy like me, but apart from the size, we are not that different at all …” Then I felt his huge finger pointing at my shirt’s emblem – “See?” he said taking his cap off his gorgeous head to show that he also supported LA Clippers, given all the things that happened on that horrible Monday, I had completely forgot that I was actually wearing precisely that jersey.

“Go Clippers!” The humongous Über he closed his hand, because he knew his team was not doing so great, still he made a fist to demonstrate his support for the team, which forced an immense ball of brawn to erupt even with such light flex on his monstrously huge bicep, which produced a furious shockwave that spread all over his immense body, it was like all his muscles became harder and fuller with just such a simple movement. I didn’t want to disappoint the huge über lad that had been so kind to me, but the truth was that I just liked to collect several team jerseys, something that I actually have learned from Richie.

“I am sorry, sir, I was just trying to see if I was in the right place…” I said retrieving the same piece of paper, which the humongous lad recognized instantly, gently taking the trashed oversized business

“Oh so you were looking for the Über Youth of America Headquarters huh?” The massive man stood up again assuming a very proud stance, which only made him even more glorious to my eyes. “Don’t worry anymore, buddy, this is it. I know it’s not much right now, but after cleaning and some paint covers, this will be the place where our fellow Übermen will come after help for their problems…”

I listened to his emotional statement, convinced that such young man actually took his mission very seriously, which only made me feel safer to explain the real reason for my unexpected visit.

“Erm…actually…I am not an Überman, you gave this card to a friend of mine… I guess he never had the courage to look for your help, but you guys gotta help him, they are doing horrible things in the school…” I suddenly vomited all the words at once, fearing the huge man would not care to listen to me once he found out I was not of his fellow Übermen, judging by the puzzled face on the blond muscle god, such tactic didn’t work out exactly as I thought.

“Whoa, whoa…slow down buddy…If you want UYA to help this friend of yours, you have to explain everything calmly…” the huge hand covered my entire chest as the massive über lad tried to comfort me.

“Sorry, I just needed to get some help for Richie; he’s just trying to prove them wrong, but…” I could tell my voice was getting higher and more emotional; I would just start blabbing unintelligibly all over again, however, the humongous guy just patted my head.

“Let’s take it by parts okay? First, I don’t believe we have been introduced yet huh?” He said trying to make me feel more comfortable, despite the intimidating size of his, that guys was indeed very affable. “So, what is your name, buddy?”

I took a deep breath and tried to conceal my ideas. “I…am Nate Briggs, I am almost 16 and study at Hamilton High…” I stopped before I started blabbing like a crazy again.

“Well, nice to meet you Nate, my name is Peter Jacobsen, but you can call me Pete, that’s how my friends do.” The behemoth grinned, his huge paw totally covering my hand as he gently shook it, despite his massive size, he actually didn’t hurt me, which only showed how well he could control the sheer strength of his gargantuan muscles.

“It’s…nice to meet you too, Pete…” I replied still very intimidated by the size of that Überman – if Richie grew closer to surpass the 7 feet height mark, Pete had probably done it a long time ago, because he just looked so much taller than Rich, not to mention so superhumanly MUSCULAR, he should be around feet tall, and probably just as wide, because the anatomy of his muscles simply challenged everything I had seen so far, including Richie. Jacobsen was nearly a store-high monstrously muscular Überman, but then I pondered how long it would take until Richie looked like him.

“Come on Pete…we still have a lot of work to do, did you get to open the gate without destroying the thing?” From behind Pete’s hulking body a deep, yet soothing voice filled my ears just like a massive figure soon filled my view. Up until that Monday I only had Richie to get the real life size of Übermen, after it, however, I would definitely understand Richie’s concern about growing too big for me.

Although the approaching colossus was visibly not as tall as Pete, he certainly had nothing to be ashamed about his Überman status, because their superhuman muscularity rivaled, just like Pete this other guy was enormously huge, wide and thick (even though Jacobsen still had a considerable muscular advantage over his friend), however, what attracted me most in his overwhelmingly handsomeness was the casual, easy going way of how his monstrous brawn moved sinuously, that man had a natural rhythm that instantly got me going.

The delicious color of his colossal muscles, a richly dark brown flimsy skin, covering the wild rugged edges of his massive muscles and the beauty of his African inheritance increased by his Über transformation, just like Pete and Richie, that man also looked so utterly beautiful that his features challenged words to describe them – the ample base of his nose, and the wide nostrils seemed to belong to a powerful Panther, the thickness of his sensual moist lips, the hazel tone for his big eyes, his perfect teeth flashing me a blindingly shining smile, the coolness of his long dreadlock hairdo carefully protected by a woolen hat that only made him look like a mixture of Reggae singer and bodybuilder, amplified by a thousand times.

The Nubian Muscle God was also dressed in that oversized denim overall, only his one wasn’t tied at all, showing the brilliant, smooth bouncing surface of his pectoral powerful plates, conducting the sensual movement of his enormous body. Pete’s friend actually served as a walking scaffold, his massive frame carried dozens of cement bags, an impressive amount iron bars, not to mention at least two dozen wooden planks and several different boxes of tools, it was just impressive how strong those guys were, they all made it look so damn easy.

“Chill out, dude, it’s all taken care, now let these on the ground and say hello to our little buddy Nate right here…” Pete told his immense buddy. The African-American Überman just noticed my tiny presence and immediately placed his cargo down the ground, cleaning his hands on the denim cover of his amazingly massive butt before he offered the huge paw to me.

“How are you doing, man? My name is Nigel Morris, glad to meet you” The musicality on his deep voice tone matched the sensual movement produced by his phenomenal muscular body, that muscle freak was a walking melody composed by muscle and strength, yet it was soothing and serene just like the sweet Caribbean rhythms. Nigel shook my hand every bit as gently as Pete had previously done. “I'm sorry if UYA does not look like much right now, we still need to do a lot of work, but soon this will be a place that will make Übermen all proud…”

“Yeah, I wish we could take you inside and make you comfortable so we could talk about your…erm…your friend’s problems as recently discovered Überman…” Suddenly I noticed Pete didn’t believe a regular guy would come to the UYA to talk about his friend, so they should still believe I was another boy who had been found to be a homo sapiens fortius.

I could tell both Jacobsen and Morris were genuinely concerned about the problems I wanted to tell them, those young massive lads also had a very sincere and strong feeling for that foundation, so I really trusted they would actually help Richie with his problem, but first I needed them to believe I wasn’t there for my own problems.

“Guys, I…really am not an Über, but I know one that really needs your help, and I think he already knew about your foundation, because I found this card on his bag…Anyway, Richie has just found out he was an Überman nearly 2 months ago, and he’s still trying to figure things out in his life…”

“Wait…Richie? Do you mean Richie Costa who lives in Aurora Drive? He’s the poor guy who got in the mess all the papers were talking about huh? ” Nigel asked gently as both he and Pete crouched down to listen to my report.

“Yeah, that’s him, but I can assure you, Pete, he’s not like that at all, he was just nervous and disorientated” I automatically replied, trying to justify the misfortune actions committed by my beloved Richie, however, the two giant lads comforted me.

“Hey it is okay buddy; we never said we believed in those tabloids, we both know how things can be pretty messy when we get nervous…” Nigel tapped my head gently, and then I looked at him with my eyes filled with hope.

“You said you remembered Richie Costa, did he ever look for you guys?”

Nigel just waved his head “Unfortunately not, I was there at the Medical Center when the results for his test came, we try to provide some early help to the families, but it’s pretty understandable most of them just need some time to digest the information, especially when policemen and school teachers need to be told about the results…”

“Yeah…I know what you mean; my father told me he is forced to disclose the results to the authorities, but I never thought it would have such disastrous consequences…”

Jacobsen held my shoulders for one second “Wait…you’re son of Hank Briggs aren’t you?” I suddenly nodded my head in approval and the humongous blond lad’s face seemed much happier “Then, you must be cool just like your old man, Dr. Hanks is a very supportive doctor, he’s been calling us to meet the new found übers ever since we started this work…”

“Yeah, Dr. B is a great guy, if at least there were more doctors like him, it would be much easier to tell a little dude that soon he’s gonna become an Über…” Nigel agreed with his pal.

I already was very proud of my father, but realizing those enormous muscle guys actually revered his work and personality, made me feel a bit bigger in front of such enormously huge incredible guys both physically and emotionally.

“Gee…thanks.” I felt my cheeks blushing, but I haven’t gone there to talk about my great dad, I was there to talk about the horrible things they were doing to Rich, so during the next couple of minutes I explained my new Über buddies all about the events which leaded into the horrible incident on Richie’s house and how it resulted in the creation of the despicable S.M.U.T program that simply meant that Über students would be just separated from the rest of the students, like they were animals.

After hearing my report, Nigel and Pete exchanged looks for a few seconds, their massive bodies were so close, that each slight movement, from my point of view, seemed like the clash of two massive Titans, yet, those guys were just considering their options.

“It seems they have resuscitated those old “preventive measures” again, only this time, they have taken it even further, I’ve thought they would never divide students inside the classrooms in this country again…” Pete concluded with a heavy sigh, Nigel just patted his humongous shoulders.

“Yeah, man, you know most of guys are so scared of our bodies they just forget we are young men trying to figure out what is happening to our bodies…” Nigel added as he looked at me. “Fortunately, there’s still guys like you, buddy. We could use your support back in our own University; those Deans really know how to make things harder for us…”

“Wait…you’re still students? But…but…you…look so huge!” I exclaimed, suddenly realizing that, despite all their physical immensity the founders of UYA were not much older than Richie and myself.

“You bet it, Nate, we are both 19 and still going to college. Nigel and myself were one of the first identified Überteenagers in America, so you can say we have pretty much seen most of the stuff they are trying to do with Richie and the über kids, fortunately, there are still decent people that decided to trust not all Übers turn into violent monsters, that we all need guidance and comfort during that phase of our lives, regardless if we are Übermen or not…” Jacobsen explained as he walked around me and Nigel.

“Well, we can’t just sit here and let they discriminate the poor guy, we have to do something, let’s just go there and talk to the Principal.” Nigel suggested, flamed by the unfairness of the situation, though Pete seemed more rational about this.

“It will just look like we are trying to threaten the little guys; what we really need to do is to make the rest of the students realize this program is not for their protection, it just perpetuates fear and incomprehension…” Jacobsen explained his reasons, and he suddenly sounded like Richie.

Nigel was still puzzled “So, what are you suggesting?” The glorious Caribbean muscle monster asked, although I noticed a grin in his strikingly handsome face.

“Well, we’ve been trying to change our image in the media and this can be a great opportunity, Richie’s problem and how he reacted is the example we have to follow, we will demonstrate our support to Rich, so the community will know that UYA does not support discrimination neither violent retaliations…”

“In order words, we will just make more of those pamphlets and distribute them? You know no one reads those, they’re just too fucking scared of us to even take the damn things…” Nigel vented his frustration, but Pete just hugged him firmly, their monstrous muscles rubbing against each other, then Jacobsen just kissed the juicy chocolate lips on the humongous partner. At the moment, I could tell they have forgotten all about me, turns out they didn’t.

“Come on Nigel, we can’t let a fellow brother down, besides, he already has a great friend on his side. All we have to do now is getting to Hamilton High and charm all those teenagers, the minute they realize Richie is not a monster, they will pressure the Headmaster to drop the stupid program once for all…” Pete seemed so hopeful, yet , he didn’t see how the other students have reacted towards Richie.

“Well, Pete, as much as I would like to believe it would work out like you have planned, things are not that simple, most of the students are just too scared of Richie too, none of them took our side.”

“That’s because they are still impressed by all the things they’ve heard and seen on the news, what we need is to remember how Richie was before he started changing, and the best person to tell them is you…” Pete said touching my chest, and then I felt the responsibility to once again stand for Richie.

“Alright, what do we have to do then?” I asked, suddenly very excited by the possibility of helping my beloved über lad.

We spent the rest of the afternoon planning on the pacific protest we would start to support Richie, suddenly it was already very late, but fortunately Pete had already phoned my dad and explained the whole situation to him, so my father actually drove to the UYA headquarters to pick me up.

It actually felt very cool realizing that the Über lads actually liked my dad a lot, it made me realize no matter how huge these guys were they could still recognize and respect their elders, unlike most of sensationalist tabloids alerted, the Über youngsters wouldn’t suddenly disrespect their parents and authority figures just because of their immense size, they could perfectly respect authority from a reverence point of view, regardless if it comes from someone smaller than you. What felt more important to me was that my father totally supported our idea, he even offered his help, he would talk to his fellow doctors to get all adhesion possible.

When we finally headed home, I asked dad to stop by the Costas, so I quickly returned Richie’s bag, taking care to put the UYA card back where I found, when the humongous lad asked why it had taken me so long to come back home, I explained that my father had taken me shopping so I spent all afternoon at the mall. Although he still looked a bit suspicious, Richie finally thanked me when I returned his bag.

“You’re welcome, dude, see you tomorrow, oh, by the way, I’ll be pass by to pick you up…” I casually commented as we said good-bye.

“Nate…you know they won’t let me get inside the bus…” Rich said in a lower voice tone.

“Who said anything about taking the stupid bus? I’ll go in my bike, I know your huge legs can run pretty fast, but if you slow down your rhythm just a bit, we can go together, after all, it is not like I don’t need the exercise.” I grinned, which suddenly made Rich smile.

“Okay…but only if you don’t feel too tired when we get there”

“Don’t worry, if that happens, I’ll just let you carry me and my bike down the road” Although I was just joking I knew for sure Richie wouldn’t think twice to carry me if I needed me, that was the reason why I would try everything to stop his silent misery.

Once again, I couldn’t sleep at all, but this time it was because of the thrill of the upcoming days, our plan was good, although I felt really uncomfortable about waiting for nearly three days until all the preparations were done, the worst part, however, was having to let Rich out of the whole thing, because I knew he just wouldn’t let me act, in the end it could take a little longer but we would eventually break through those stupid heads, so they would realize how cruel they have been.

Besides, although I still thought Richie was the most beautiful man in the world, I couldn’t deny Pete and Nigel really made an incredibly hot couple; at least they really complimented each other, Pete’s beauty only seemed enhanced by Nigel’s gorgeous looks, yet they really seemed best friends above everything – I just wished Richie and I could be like them, a true partnership, equally powerful to support one another…


During the days that preceded our great protest, Richie simply continued on his silent misery, walking all the way to school, watching classes inside that stupid plastic box, having lunch observed by those stupid “Übermen surveillance group”, it actually hurt me to see Richie suffering and still having to remain in low profile, but the success of our endeavor depended on preparation time, so I just acted like I supported Richie’s decision to let those motherfuckers treat him like shit..

When the day finally arrived, I just played cool, even though I was very excited by inside, I rode my bike while he just walked in a slower pace to school, I must confess it was not very easy to keep his pace, even in my bike, however, the huge lad knew when I got tired, so he just gave started pushing my bike until I recovered my breath, and he would just pushed all the way to the school because it didn’t mean any effort at all for his huge muscles.

Since Richie had to be the first one to get to the school, we had to be there pretty early, especially since we had to walk to get there, it was usually empty at that time, today, however, it was really different, there were television vans were parked at the street, there were policemen patrolling the area. A bunch of reporters passed through both us on their way to the school patio. I could see Richie was just puzzled, so I just acted according to the plan.

“Gee Rich I don’t know what is happening, the last thing we want is television coverage on your daily suffering huh?” I felt bad for lying to my Rich, but I knew that we had to make some noise in order to help him.

I remember the look on Richie’s face when he noticed Pete and Nigel standing tall and proud at the full height of their gigantic bodies, he had never seen other Übers, not to mention much bigger Übers, although Jacobsen and Morris were indeed three whole year older than Costa, the even bigger behemoths carried huge banners saying things “RICHIE COSTA IS OUR HERO” or “ÜBERMEN ARE NOT MONSTERS” or even “WE SUPPORT RICH’S PACIFIC RESISTANCE” and “DON’T HATE ME, I AM YOUR FRIEND”.

Along the colossal young men towering over the crowd, there were also regular guys from civil rights nongovernmental organizations, and other members of our city, like the doctors from the Medical Center, including my father, even Richie’s parents were there with their friends to support our protest.

“What is going on here?” Richie asked scared.

“We are gonna make them see how wrong they were when they treated you like a beast!” I said to Richie on my way to the center of the crowd, I stood in front of him, grabbed the megaphone Nigel was holding for me, then Pete Jacobsen just lifted me on his hands and placed me on his enormous right shoulder.

“Dear fellow students of Hamilton High School, please listen to me. For three days you’ve witnessed how this S.M.U.T Program is nothing but veiled discrimination, we can’t let them separate us according to sizes; it just goes against everything America represented…” I repeated over the megaphone for my colleagues inside the building.

The students were all looked at me, especially because I was being held by the biggest man they’ve ever seen. Pete and Nigel both wore jeans and humongous sleeveless shirts with the UYA logo printed on them, our supporters cheered and applauded to my statements.

The reporters all gathered around Richie, they all wanted to know what was going on, so I just used the mega phone to denunciate such horrible actions.

“Ladies and gentlemen from the press…You are here to witness how Hamilton High is going back 100 years in time, they are discriminating one single student, Richie Costa has always been a good student, a fantastic athlete and a great colleague, but just because he was discovered to be and Überman, the direction of Hamilton High decided he suddenly became a menace to the life of the same students that Rich Costa always respected and cherished!” I just felt the words coming out of my mouth, I knew I was not the cleverest guy in school, but I guess I had the gift of speech, the more people listened to me, the better I felt.

Meanwhile, Richie was just perplexed, he never thought so much people would care for him and all the horrible things he had done.

Soon Headmaster Edgar Smithson appeared at the patio, he was also carrying a megaphone and, boy did he looked really pissed.

“Attention, students, all of you who are not inside classroom in exact five minutes will be suspended for the entire week” The Headmaster announced furiously.

“What is the matter, Principal? Are we in the middle of your medieval pedagogy? Oh yeah, the students can’t enter their classrooms before all Übers are locked into the right sides right? Well the only Über student we have is right here and he wants to come to class, but he can’t join his own colleagues because this school considers him to be a menace…”

“Don’t listen to such nonsense accusations, the Board of Hamilton High is just acting according to the authorized provisions of the Überman Safety…”
I started booing the Headmaster, joined by all the supporters. “This is just bullshit, you are all committing a felony – Richie Costa is entitled to be respected as the human being he really is and not like some animal to be watched inside his cage…”

“We just want to make sure all the students are safe….” Edgar Smithson continued on his hatred rampaging about school safety, so I knew we had to do something.

“I ask all of you, Hamilton High Students, when was the last time Richie Costa ever been threatened you? When did he ever treat anyone like an animal? When was the last time you ever seen him defending that people should be discriminated just because the color of their skin, their beliefs or the size of their bodies?” I knew the guys were starting to see things clear for the first time.

“Listen, students, teachers, people… don’t think Richie or any other Über is an aberration, they’re just like you or me, in fact, don’t forget any boy in the school can be detected as Überman, that’s Smithson’s master plan, he wants to get rid of all the Übers, today it’s just Richie Costa, but what if the next one happens to be your son, or your little brother or even you? Would anyone like to be seen and treated as a ferocious animal?”

The audience suddenly reacted to my words, realizing that the S.M.U.T Program could suddenly be applied against someone they actually cared about, not to mention that it was just unreasonable to consider someone like Rich as a possible menace. The members of the soccer team were the first to join us, since they were sure about Richie’s noble character, followed by the rest of the athletic part of the student body, soon after the girls thickened our lines, most of them still thought Rich was the sweetest, and hottest guy in school, even if he happened to be über, then, a few teachers adhered to the movement, they started protesting with us, which made Smithson really pissed.

“This is unacceptable! The Program was approved by the Board of Education, and will continue to be implemented, regardless of your stupid opinions…”

“OH I WOULDN’T SAY SO!” The powerful voice of Pete Jacobsen easily overpowered Smithson’s megaphone, the giant blond lad easily drew the attention of the crowd towards his magnificent figure.

“We represent the Über Youth of America, an non-profit oriented organization that was founded to support teenagers who are discovered to be Übermen, and we are here today to support Richie Costa and all the teenagers who happen to be recognized as Übermen, and we will not tolerate any kind of discrimination, for that reason we have reported such aberration to the State Highest Educational Authority, who have kindly agreed to comply with our request, which means Headmaster Smithson, that you will be getting a very unpleasant phone call right now…” Jacobsen’s contacts were actually much better than I anticipated, not only he had gotten what he promised me, he had made things to taste even better especially because of the document Nigel distributed to our audience

In such document, which Pete had smartly distributed to the press, the Governor himself excused for the “horrible atrocities that have been committed in Hamilton High” and he announced the closure of S.M.U.T. Program and the immediate restoration of the previous situation, so even before we had started protesting, the program has been closed, however, the clever UYA founders managed to hold that information from everybody including the school administration, to make sure such discrimination measures wouldn’t be resuscitated by another dictator Principal, because thanks to our strategically pacific protest, not only we have conquered the respect of public opinion, we also got the students to stop fearing and hating Richie just because he was different, now we were sure the other guys looked at him the same way they had done before, at least they wouldn’t think he’s a dangerous beast which needed to be locked away.

Just like Pete had anticipated, Edgar Smithson indeed got a very unpleasant call, no one actually knew what happened, but the despicable man soon crossed the teacher’s parking lot, got inside his car and simply burnt the road, nobody ever heard of him, no one actually knew if he got fired or he had resigned, and frankly I didn’t care, that was the last time we had ever seen Smithson.

Meanwhile, Vice-Principal Huerta announced the S.M.U.T. Program had been cancelled and all the new measures were revoked, exception made for the Physical Education one – Given his continuing growth the Board of Education decided that Richie could not take place in competitions against non-über students, and for my uttering surprise, that was indeed something with which Pete and Nigel agreed, they felt it would be safer for Über kids if they didn’t carry the burden of having severely wounded a fellow student.

There was a great commotion outside, even the same students who have supported those ridiculous segregating measures now cheered for their extinction, which only proved how volatile public opinion can really be. All the students commented that Richie was such a great guy that he just didn’t deserve to be treated like that. The teachers also recognized the measures were extremist, not to mention that they only fomented hate inside the school.

However, I only had eyes and ears for Richie, from up there I could see people gathering around his massive figure, complimenting the noble lad for his exemplary behavior, so, when Pete finally remembered that I was still sitting on his shoulder, he gently picked me up and lowered me back to the ground, from where I immediately looked for I wanted to know if he was still mad at me for pretending that I didn’t know about the whole thing, frankly I expected a whole cornucopia of reactions from Rich; I just didn’t expect for one thing.

“How could you do this to me Nate? I trusted you, I thought you respected me, but you just treated me like a circus freak, you even brought other Übermen here so they could just promote themselves at the expense of my suffering?” Richie said very harshly, looking down at me, suddenly I just wanted the ground to open underneath my feet.

“Rich, you don’t understand I… just tried to help you, then I found the UYA card in your bag…I thought you were seeing them…”

I wanted Richie to get mad, I wanted him to scream at me, but instead, all he did was shutting down, his muscles were trembling, his veins popped out, his whole body seemed even bigger, he was definitely very frustrated, however, he just bottled everything inside him “Thanks a lot, Nate, you are a great hero, you just made the huge guy pass by a dork in front all school…”

Rich was about to storm out of the school patio, although he just walked less than 10 feet away from me when Nigel’s huge hand kindly cupped his strong shoulders. “Hey Rich, do you remember me? I am Nigel from the UYA, listen, I just wanted you to know that we admired your tenacity, dude, you’ve got some balls man…”

“I had no choice; I couldn’t let them think I was a monster…” Richie had repeated the same thing all morning, although this time he suddenly found someone who could actually relate to such need – someone that also felt that people usually considered him to be some kind of irrational, raging muscle monster.

Nigel just smiled “Of course you had choices, man, we all do, but you’ve chosen to be above these little things, and that was the greatest motivation we had to come here and support you, Rich. You’re pretty lucky to have such a good friend like Nate, did you know that he was the one who came looking for us at the UYA claiming for our help?”

Richie just looked down “Yeah, I'm lucky indeed…” The Brazilian Über lad repeated, suddenly regretting the harsh words he had just said to me, however, Nigel continued.

“You better believe it, dude, when I found out I was an Über, all my friends suddenly avoided me, they didn’t want to hang out with a “freak” like me, I just wish I had a little guy like Nate for my buddy, things would have been a lot easier during my transition…” The gorgeous Ebony colossus easily buttered Richie, smoothly depleting my best friend from all his anger towards my nosy behavior.

Meanwhile I remained still, trying to overhear their conversation, fortunately Richie was so distracted with Nigel that he didn’t notice me, suddenly a huge shadow towered above me.

“I saw what had just happened Nate, I know you didn’t mean to hurt Richie, I guess we can’t really guess how what’s on the mind of our friends…” Pete said, gently comforting my small figure.

“I only wanted people stopping hating him, now he is the one who hates me…” I said fearing that our friendship was ruined forever, but Pete just picked up and hugged me in his humongous embrace.

“Oh come on, it’s nothing like that, Richie is just shocked, after all we have done a lot in his name without his approval, so it’s only natural to be a little angry, but he will come around, especially after Nigel talks to him, he’s got a special way with people, you’ll see…” Pete comforted me, pointing to his hulking partner, with whom Richie now talked casually, I knew these guys were very kind and they only meant to help guys like my best friend, but deep down I only wanted to run and talk to Richie, I believed we could solve anything just with honest talking.

Jacobsen placed me back in the ground “Don’t worry, pal, I know exactly how Richie feels, but we’ll talk to him, and he will say how sorry he is for arguing with you, it is very normal for an early Über to feel an outcast in all social circles, he is just too big to be just a regular guy, yet he still feels too small and intimidated by guys like Nigel and me, but don’t worry, once his growth increases, he will soon figure out his place in society ”

Pete hugged me once again, then he just proceeded towards Nigel and Richie, right then I could see my beautiful Über lad was actually smiling again, Rich just looked at me, then back at the huge Nigel, until he finally kneeled and hugged me very warmly.

“Sorry, dude, I was just so confused, all these people just made me feel nervous, I guess I just dropped it all over you, can you forgive me, buddy?” Richie asked me sincerely.

“Only if you forgive me for creating all this commotion…” I replied in a teasing tone, which just made things lighter for my humongous best friend, he hugged me once again.

“I can only thank you for everything, Nate, I had no idea so many people cared about me, plus, you’ve had the courage to do what I’ve been meaning to do all this time, going to the UYA was the best thing, Nate, these guys are really cool, and they want to help me go through this…phase” Richie smiled as he stood up, both Pete and Nigel were at his side now, and even though the Brazilian Über looked a tad short compared to them, I knew it was only a matter of time, before he became a perfect match for their amazing towering duo.

“Cool…” I smiled back at the older Übers, I felt weird for some reason, and suddenly it was like Richie cared more about those giant guys’ help, I was the one who had the idea to look for them in the first place, not to mention that it was my speech which have convinced the whole school to go against the S.M.U.T. Program.

“Thanks again guys. I don’t know what I would have done without your help; I guess I’ll see you after class huh?” Richie happily thanked Pete and Nigel once again.

“Hey buddy, you’re an Über, and we always stick together” Peter announced when the bigger behemoths hugged my Richie at the same time, they had even lifted his enormous weight from the ground, it was literally a muscle monster sandwich, their combined figures concentrated more muscle that I could ever imagine, the way each massive arm flexed in order to show some affection towards the other musclebound, provoking the equally abnormally huge muscles on the hugged Übers to flex and expand involuntarily, the veins popped out and the thickness on those inhuman bodies just increased enormously – a mutual hug among Übermen was definitely an epic event of unheard muscular proportions.

After several moments, Pete and Nigel decided to put my beloved Richie back on the ground, and finally parted. I didn’t want to sound so nosy, but the curiosity was just killing me.

“Where are you going after school is finished?” I tried to sound as casual as I could, when in truth I was dying to get a direct answer from Richie.

“Oh…it’s nothing really, Pete and Nigel had just invited me to pass by the Headquarters, they are organizing a support group for transitioning Übers, I guess I need to support their noble intent, besides, it’ll be a great opportunity for me to talk about my own problems…”

“I… thought you were counting on me to talk about those problems…” I know it would sound jealousy, although I couldn’t help but feeling a bit unappreciated.

Richie looked surprised “Oh no, I know I can count on you, buddy, it’s just, well…we’ve been so intensely close for the last weeks that things got out of our control… besides, those guys have their own experiences to share, I really need to know how the other Übers feel about their condition…”

“Okay then, can I come along? You know for support?” Although it sounded needy, I just felt that for some reason I needed to be with Richie when he was surrounded by those gorgeous behemoth lads.

“Erm…don’t take it wrong Nate, but I…kinda preferred to go there alone, I know I’ve chickened out all that time, but trust me, after today, those guys taught me that an Über cannot be afraid of his own condition, we just have to accept and to focus on becoming a better person, regardless our size, besides, you and I were boyfriends and things might get awkward again, you understand don’t you?”

“Erm…sure buddy, you need your own space after all, we’ve always done everything together so far, it’s only natural that you find your own place…”

“Thanks, Nate, you are really the best buddy I could ever have, dude” Richie, hugged my shoulders, dragging my little body inside the school, we still have a whole scholar day ahead of us anyway. While we entered I remembered of Richie’s happy face, his smile was just resplendent, and I have promised to myself that I would never do anything to make that beautiful smile go away.

I suddenly considered the words Pete told me – once Richie’s growth made him more like an Über and less like a regular guy, once he figured his place in society, would I actually have any place on his life as well? Could Richie’s increasing growth also mean that we were doomed to grow apart?

To be continued
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Yay pep rallies! You'd be amazed what you can do with a few signs and a megaphone.

Great chapter Bruno. Very emotional and moving. The only question is that now that Richie has some Uber friends to hang out with, what's going to happen to poor little Nate?
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:'( It's so bittersweet. I liked the story at the begining, but the ending it's so... bitter.

I can't help but feeling sad for poor Nate. It's not his fault he is not an Über and their love is impossible.

I just hope Richie won't grow apart from Nate.

Great Story Bruno... and thank you now I won't be able to take those songs out of my mind... (Oh yeah this songs started to play in my mind after tha chapter: "Just for a moment" and "Tongue-Tied" both of Aqualung)

Now I must hope that Richie want to be alone only to discuss if it's really impossible to love a normal human like Nate.
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