The Massive Growth of Bart - Part 1

[sexyactionnick]

This is the boring part of the story. It?s the exposition, introduction of the characters, a brief bit of lore, and unfortunately contains little to no sweaty muscular action. I hate stories like this too, but I had to start somewhere. Things heat up in Part II, and I?ll strive to exponentially increase the stroke factor in each segment. If you like your masturbation material to have a healthy setup, read it, otherwise I think you?ll be okay.



Bart pulled into the parking lot in his old, beat-up Stanza, breathing a sigh of relief. He was absolutely terrible with directions, and had been circling the block for twenty minutes before he noticed that the store he wanted was actually hidden just out of view in the center of the shopping complex. He never drove in this part of town, and had never looked twice at a sporting goods store, much less gone into one. One of his stepfather?s colleagues frequented the store, The Recycled Sports Warehouse, and recommended it to them.

Bart wasn?t the athletic type in the slightest, which was why he was there. His stepfather, Daniel, wanted him to start exercising more and go out for sports in the fall, partially because extracurriculars would look good on college applications, and partially to fulfill the typical fatherly fantasy. They were actually very close; Bart?s birth father had run out on the family when he was younger, and his mother remarried when he was about twelve. The initial transition was rough, but Daniel?s general congeniality and solid advice helped him through the awkward first stages of puberty. Since then he?d really come to be a father figure in Bart?s life, which was why he was willing to give this sports thing a chance. He?d much rather spend his time listening to metal and feeling angsty, but on the other hand he wouldn?t mind getting buff and sexy.

The store was musty and dark. It had the distinct scent of rotting wood, and there was nobody behind the counter. Assuming the store was closed, he was about to leave when he spotted a sign that said ?Paid Pre-orders,? and saw the disassembled home gym bearing a card that read ?Daniel Erickson.? He walked over and looked at the equipment. It wasn?t rusty, but it looked old; the glossy black paint was now faded and chipped off in places, revealing dull blue metal underneath it.

?Can I help you??

Bart jumped at the sudden voice behind him. He turned around to see an older man, probably in his forties, standing there. He had a moustache and was very hairy, his beefy chest and strong arms proudly displayed by his tank top. ?No wonder Dan?s friend likes this place,? Bart thought, his heart racing a bit at the sight of this burly bear.

?Yeah, I?m picking up a pre-order, Daniel Erickson,? Bart said, following the man to the counter. ?It?s my step-dad?s order, that?s his name. And it?s for me, but he bought it.? Internally, he cursed his adolescent awkwardness, blathering on at the thought of a rugged man.

The bear chuckled. ?Yup, it?s all bought and paid for. All you have to do is sign here.?

Bart picked up the pen and was about to sign, when he started reading the strange language of the document. It didn?t look like a receipt, or a waiver. ?What is this?? he asked.

?This is the contract of use, and the acknowledgment of the modifications to the equipment. Signing this will imprint you as the sole user of the set; no one else will be able to benefit from it without your permission.?

With a raised eyebrow, Bart signed on the line. He felt like asking questions and reading the document, but the Stanza?s A/C was broken and he wanted to get home to sweet climate control. He turned the page to sign again, and saw the price. ?Ten thousand bucks? For that?? he muttered, turning toward the equipment, but shook his head and signed anyway. It was Daniel?s money, if he wanted to pay that much for a crappy used weight set then he could.

He walked over to the set and looked at it, and realized how heavy it was going to be. The sun?s devilish rays taunted him from the window, and he dreaded making several trips in the summer heat. ?Can you help me carry this to my car?? he asked, not at all wondering what it?d be like to watch the hairy beefcake sweat.

?I think you?ll be able to handle it,? the man said with a knowing smile, and walked into the back room.

?Douchebag,? Bart thought, and he bent over to pick up the weight bench. To his surprise, it was very light. He shrugged, and picked up the rack for the accompanying free weights, and found that light as well. He didn?t think it strange until he came for another trip, and found that the forty-pound dumbbells felt light. He could tell they were heavy, but he had a much easier time holding them than he should. He got the entire mess loaded into his trunk and backseat, and after he tied the trunk down with some rope, he started home.


The Stanza, being a very old and not properly maintained vehicle, barely hit forty-five on the way home with the extra weight that was in it. It didn?t take him long to get everything to the den, which was apparently his new ?work-out room.? He knew Daniel meant well, but thought he was going a little overboard. He planned on spending the minimum amount of time possible exercising, and knew that he would humiliate himself at tryouts in the fall anyway.

Daniel had had that kind of teenage experience though; he was built like a bull and very handsome, a star on the football team that earned a full ride to a decent college. Fortunately, he realized that he wasn?t actually talented enough for the NFL draft, and of all things fell into accounting, and then law school to specialize in corporate tax law. Still, it must have pained him to see his stepson so far down on the social ladder that he was probably on the ground. Despite Dan?s guidance, Bart never managed to gain friends, win over his enemies, or get a girlfriend. Bart knew that the last part was due to his newly realized twinklieness, something he had not yet managed to confide to his parents.

As soon as everything was in the den, Daniel realized that he hadn?t remembered to ask for instructions. For a moment, he was glad, as he had an excuse to shut the door and pretend he?d never wasted several hours lugging it across down, but as he was about to turn away the machine caught his eye. He?d always been good with mechanics, but mostly he understood things like computers and appliances, nerd things. He didn?t understand man things, like car engines or weight sets, but for some reason he looked at the set and could see where each part went.

He stepped closer, understanding intuitively how to rig the tension cables and the pulleys, and everything else about the equipment. That?s when he firmly realized that there was something different about the machine. First, it didn?t kill him to load all of that weight in or out of the car, and now he knew how to assemble it without instructions? He was at once nervous towards the hunk of disassembled metal in front of him, and intrigued. He fetched the tools he?d need for the job and started piecing it together.

Bart got home at about 4:30 pm, and was already done assembling it an hour later when his mother, Barbara, got home from work. She was a statistician for a big pharmaceutical company; frankly Bart had no idea what she actually did, only that she made a decent amount of money. Daniel, who invested his days finding billion-dollar tax loopholes for megacorporations, made much more.

?Hey honey, did you pick up the weight set today??

He briefly considered telling her about the weirdness of the home gym he had just constructed, but he figured he was just being weird. Really, he was probably stronger than he felt himself to be, plus he was mechanically inclined. ?Yeah, I could barely find the place, but I got it home. It?s all set up.?

?I know Dan wants you to start exercising right away, but I think it?d be a good idea if you waited until he got back from his trip. I don?t want you getting a hernia because you did something wrong.? His stepfather was usually on an airplane, flying between corporate offices all over North America.

Bart considered spending a month without any kind of physical exercise while waiting for Dan to come back from New York, one glorious month spent glued to the wonder of an extended digital cable package with On Demand, and found it a good idea. ?You?re probably right. I mean I?ll try it out, just to say I did, but I should wait before getting into heavy stuff.?

With a slight grin, he walked back to his room, passing the den on the way. Without reason, he stopped, and looked in at the weight set, waiting for him there. He shook the odd, sudden longing off and went to indulge himself in internet porn and downloaded movie screeners.

[chocomus]

mystery weight set, i like it!
drug-maker mother, huh? maybe... yeah, maybe...

[onemusclefreak]

Can't wait to read more!