Muscle Milk (part 2)

[Speaker]

Sorry about taking so long on this one. I?ve been way too busy for a guy on summer break.
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That night was one of the most incredible experiences of Derek?s life. The day had passed excruciatingly slowly as Derek began feeling the results of the mouthful of Muscle Milk that he had only imbibed in the morning. For one thing, his appetite was voracious. He devoured everything in sight, almost certainly terrifying his mother in the process. She was undoubtedly inwardly calculating the value of everything that Derek had shoved down his gullet so far and probably was having difficulty convincing herself that the numbers were accurate. Unfortunately, Derek?s mother was a math teacher. She did not make simple arithmetic errors. No one would make simple arithmetic errors right?

Derek really didn?t care at the moment. He only knew that the food was fuel for the changes that the Muscle Milk was enacting upon his body. He really didn?t care what the intake was. He wanted to see the output. The results.

Unfortunately for Derek, nothing seemed to happen during the day regarding his body other than an immense amount of bloating around the gut as his stomach swelled to contain the massive amounts of food he had devoured. Derek seriously hoped that it would go away soon. It was mildly uncomfortable, to say the least.

The night on the other hand, was completely different. The Muscle Milk, which had been so annoyingly inactive during the day, seemed intent on keeping him awake has his body started to grow. Derek didn?t feel the growth in his muscles though. As he lay awake in bed, the only thing he thought about was the growth in his dick. Pleasure shot through him in pulses emanating from his manhood, the waves of ecstasy strong enough to actually force his body to convulse slightly with each pulse.

Derek stared at his dick as he lay there, atop the covers. His entire body was sweating bullets and he felt overheated as his body continued pulsing to the rhythm of his engorging cock. He stared at his dick, watching as with every pulse it grew larger. Oh each pulse caused it to grow an imperceptible amount, but as he compared it over time, say the last hour he had lay in bed, he guessed that it had grown almost 1/8 of an inch.

And he?d been lying in bed for 4 hours. Half an inch in half a night. He liked the thought of what the rest of the night would bring.

Derek figured that the Muscle Milk?s transforming powers would have waned after the start, but on the contrary, it only seemed to become more powerful. He had been lying there for 4 hours simply staring at his cock but he was far from bored or frustrated. He was busy coping with the incomprehensible amounts of pleasure emanating from it.

Finally he reached a decision. Derek stood up, his flagpole erection pointing straight forward, like an arrow pointing which way he should go. He walked over to the bathroom and turned on the shower and repeated the events of last night.

Except it was ten times better.

The lightest touch on his cock made Derek?s entire body spasm with utter ecstasy. Every stroke felt like a full blown orgasm to him, therefore it didn?t surprise him much when after the fourth or fifth stroke he climaxed, shooting a load. He?d brought a towel into the shower for this situation and he shoved it in his mouth as he screamed due to the presence of the quintessence of pleasure. He?d never felt like this before. The sensation was indescribably pleasurable. No mere words could scratch the surface of the pleasure he was producing. Even I, the storyteller, cannot describe it accurately enough.

Sorry for breaking the Fourth Wall.

The best part, Derek concluded after he?d (FINALLY!) finished cumming, was that it had lasted so long. A mere touch of that pleasure would leave a person aching for more, and he?d had far more than a mere touch.

In that moment Derek knew he was addicted. But he also knew ? not thought, knew ? that he needed that pleasure again. That experiencing such bliss would leave a person drained if he couldn?t have more of it. It was too good to not have again. He had to have more. He had to have more Muscle Milk.

Not caring that he was naked and soaking wet, he sprinted out of the bathroom back into his bedroom, reached into his desk and pulled out the bottle. Somewhere inside Derek, he knew that he was about to overdose, something explicitly stated NOT TO DO on the bottle.

But heck, people overdosed on drugs all the time. They didn?t die? often.

Derek chugged down the remainder of the bottle, another two mouthfuls of the drug. Somewhere deep inside of him, he was screaming in protest. In another deep recess of his mind, he was unsatisfied with the amount he?d used. Derek knew that he would need more to sate his thirst for pleasure.

He looked down at his cock, still rock hard, as though he?d never came. Unlike last night though, he was unwilling to ignore it. Not if it promised the same pleasure as before.

Derek smiled and walked back into the shower which was still running. The drain was almost clogged with the amount of cum he?d shot before.

Smiling, Derek stroked his cock a few more times and shot another, equally big load, while he screamed in joy again into the towel.



When the night was over, Derek stood up from his place on the bathroom floor, where he?d collapsed after his 8th orgasm of the night. It had been difficult to restrain himself enough to wait for the previous load of cum to disappear down the drain before he shot his next, but he?d managed not to clog the drain.

For now his cock appeared to be sated, although Derek knew that it was merely an illusion. What wasn?t an illusion was it?s size. It had grown well over an inch, putting it up to a thick, sturdy 8 inches of meat, a dangerous missile designed to penetrate and erupt. Derek grinned as he thought of the damage he could do with it.

Wait a second. Since when have I thought about sex like that? Derek wondered briefly, before deciding he really didn?t care. What was wrong with wanting a little sex? or a lot of it?

Derek stood up and sauntered over to the mirror. Deep inside he was surprised by his newfound cockiness but once again he decided he didn?t care.

He stared into the mirror and grinned at the stud looking back at him. The faint little pecs which yesterday had promised something greater had fulfilled their promises and developed into thick succulent pieces of meat. His biceps yesterday had been roughly 14? and had developed into 16.5? guns overnight. He wasn?t big like he wanted to be, but it was a good start.

Wait a second. Since when have I wanted to be big? Derek asked himself again. Surprisingly, another voice seemed to answer: You might not have wanted this to begin with, but tell me. Will you refuse it? Would you give this away? No? THEN SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Derek shook his head and flexed into a double bicep. Briefly he wondered how fast he?d gotten overnight before he realized. He didn?t care about pansy shit like running anymore. The only school sport he would even consider doing now was football, giving him the opportunity to take this new beef on a test run. Or maybe he wouldn?t even bother with football and just go straight to bodybuilding. Both ideas enticed him.

Derek grinned again and swaggered over to his dresser. He?d worried briefly that he might have trouble fitting into some of his old clothes, but then he realized that he hoped that they were tight. He hoped he could get a good opportunity to show off his new beef to all the world.

Derek pulled on a white, extremely thin, sleeveless undershirt and some gym shorts. He didn?t bother with underwear. It only constricted him and besides, he could show off his thick meat when he ran.

Derek grabbed $200 out of his wallet and ran downstairs. He left his mother a quick note saying that he?d be back soon, although a part of him wondered why he even bothered.

He looked briefly at the car keys but then decided that he?d run. It wasn?t that far to the mall. Besides, he wanted to work up a good sweat. He wondered how translucent his shirt could get?




Derek swaggered into Bigger, Faster, Stronger. He no longer felt out of place in the supplement store. On the contrary, it felt like home to him as he walked in as close to naked as one could be while still being clothed. Sure he was still a lot smaller than most of the guys in the store, but he had that meathead look about him. There was no doubt now that he was one of the meatheads that populated the store. And there was no doubt in Derek?s mind that he would one day be much bigger than the guys in the store.

The same clerk, John seemed to perk up as he noticed Derek enter the store, before he smiled and said, ?Enjoying the Muscle Milk??

Without answering, Derek slammed the $200 on the counter. ?Give me all you can for this much.?

John nodded at another worker at the store, who Derek noticed with a brief shock, was Steve. Steve was staring at Derek now, no longer mockingly but in anger. Derek noticed that in the last two days, Steve looked like he?d put on some muscle too. Maybe 5lbs.

Steve walked over to the rack and brought back ten bottles of the Muscle Milk. Derek?s mouth was practically watering as he stared at the bottles, knowing what he could do with them. Knowing what he had to do with them.

Derek watched as John took his sweet time in scanning the bottles and adding them to a bag in an agonizingly slow manner. He felt jittery. He needed the Muscle Milk. He needed it bad.

After what seemed to be an eternity, John handed him the bag and muttered ?Pleasure doing business with you.? Derek had already walked out the door though, opening a bottle as he walked.

He never bothered to wonder why a simple store clerk would bother to remember him after two days.




?WHY THE FUCK IS HE GROWING SO FAST?! IM ON THE FUCKING MILK TOO BUT HES MADE MY GROWTH LOOK LIKE SHIT!?

?Calm down Steve.?

?IM NOT GONNA LET THAT FUCKING DWEEB END UP BIGGER THAN ME!?

?I SAID CALM DOWN!? John?s bellow finally seemed to reach Steve, who started shaking, not in anger, but in fear.

?Derek is growing much faster than you because he has overdosed. In fact, judging by the amount he?s grown in only two days, I?d guess that he?s taken more at once than anyone ever has in the past. It?ll be interesting to watch. If it doesn?t kill him first anyways.? John explained soothingly

?He overdosed? Isn?t that what you told me never to ever do??

?Yup. For a good reason. You won?t become addicted to the Muscle Milk, not physically at least, if you don?t overdose. That?s why you can quit when you reach your goals.?

?And what if my goal is to never stop growing??


?Trust me. You don?t want that to be your goal with the Milk.? John said grimly.

?So what?s going to happen to Derek then?? Steve asked sullenly.

?Oh you just watch. It?s going to be a wild ride.?

John smiled for a moment in anticipation before quickly adding. ?And never have sex with him.?





Well I felt that I?d add a little bit of intrigue to the ending. I get the feeling I might be going a bit too fast with the story but that?s for the readers (you) to decide.

Sorry about making you wait for a while for another short addition. I?ve been way too busy these last few weeks and I?m afraid I don?t see it getting any less busy for a while. So these installments are going to be coming out pretty erratically as I write whenever I find time to. As always, give me as much feedback as you can.

[Maverick0095875]

im addicted now too

[ottm]

me, too; this tale is habit-forming!!

[Speck35]

Awesome story so far.

[chocomus]

Good one, dude.
I want more
more
more
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MORE!!!!
Damn, I'm addicted too

[soccerstud88]

Dayam Bro! This story just keeps getting better and better! Can't wait for part 3 so I can blow an even bigger load

[sexiscriptor]

Originally Posted by Maverick0095875

im addicted now too

yeah, we've definitely overdosed. but that's just a relative thing, right? no amount of overdosing on a story this good could ever really be *over*dosing

fucking TERRIFIC story man don't worry about rushing or business, take your time; it'll only get us jonesing
~Palmer

PS: and by the way, that cliffhanger ending? too much but not nearly enough ;D

[darkluster4]

You are certainly not going to fast. You have set a very good pace for this story, and have easily captured my attention. I will be coming back for more, and for answers.

Good Job.

Getting hotter each chapter. Thanks.

[debate1]

Things are getting good, when is the next chapter

[TheMM]

Originally Posted by debate1

Things are getting good, when is the next chapter

Now now, it's not good to push a writer. It's only been a few days since he posted anyways. As much as we all don't want it to, this does take a long time to do.

[onemusclefreak]

Wonderful! Amazing! Hot!

MORE!!!!

[Rannen]

Awesome story! Can't wait for the next part.

[Kurisu]

Can't wait to read more of this story! I am *loving* it so far!

[Lucas88]

Just read Muscle Milk 1 & 2...certainly feeds my need for a well-written muscle-growth fix. The pace is fine. Thanks for the work!
Lucas

[debate1]

This was a great story, is their a chance it will get started back up?

[theseventhwave]

Oh Speaker baby! Awesome story! And don't leave me on the edge (ha!) - please continue.

[Speaker]

Theres more than a chance. Im meaning to finish this when i have time. Be patient (and yes, i know its been like 3 months.)

[debate1]

Any chance you would come back to this story?

[Speaker]

Sweet zombie Jesus! Four and a half years is some serious thread necromancy!

In all seriousness, I understand the frustration. I've never been a fan of when authors quit on a story just as its getting good. I had fully intended on completing this story, but I ended up getting pretty busy and forgot about it for so long that I've completely lost what I'd written.

Not to mention that reading over my early writing makes me cringe. If I was to complete this story I'd probably want to rewrite it from the start, and I just don't have the time to do that.

Sorry to disappoint.