Cult of the Muscle Beast-chapter 1

[V.R.Goh]

Here's one for you guys. As always, comments and constructive criticism is appreciated.

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Cult of the Muscle Beast

When people see me for the first time, they think that I was born lifting weights. They figure my first word was ?pump.? It?s hard for them to believe that I wasn?t always 265 pounds of rippling muscle packed onto a 5?11? frame. My bulging biceps, powerful pecs, yard-wide shoulders, inhumanly thick traps, wing-like lats, washboard abs, tight muscle-ass, and tree trunk legs were given to me at birth, they said. I?m always asked, ?What?s your secret to being that huge?? My usual answer is, ?I just eat right and exercise.? Once in a while, however, I?ll come across a guy with the right desire. These guys want nothing more than to be a big, bulging behemoth covered in massive, mega-masculine muscles. It?s these aspiring muscle gods that this story is written for.

For me, it all started with a walk in the park. The sun was shining and everything seemed ideal for getting some fresh air. Although the weather was perfect for a spring day, there was a sense of anticipation. It was almost as if nature was saying that things would never be the same after today. I picked up on this sensation as I sat down on a park bench.

That?s when he arrived. At first, I saw him out of the corner of my eye. When I looked at him, I was captivated by this Adonis. He was exceedingly handsome, pulchritudinous beyond words. Every synonym for ?handsome? seemed inadequate to describe him. As if being inhumanly beautiful wasn?t enough, this guy was positively huge. Slabs of muscle filled his six-foot frame almost to the point of bursting. Every sinewy surface was graced with viridian veins, like a badge of honor would decorate a soldier. His lats spread out like the hood of a monstrous cobra, forcing his amazing arms out at an angle. When he walked, he seemed to step around his impossibly huge thighs. His shoulders looked to be one-third as wide as he was tall, making his waist look even narrower. He walked with such confidence as to dare people not to notice him. Women around him stared with awe and a hint of lust as he past. I could almost see a couple of guys turning green with envy, wondering how much steroids he had to inject to get that massive. His clothes enhanced the already impressiveness of his body. A bright red T-shirt asked lookers, ?Got tickets to the gun show?? in white lettering across his chest, while black arrows pointed from the message towards the sinew-stuffed sleeves. His tight muscle butt filled the seat of his blue jeans as his tree trunk thighs were barely contained therein. Here was a guy with the face of an angel and the body of a Greek god, and he knew it. When he turned his gaze in my direction, I quickly turned away. I was so embarrassed that I didn?t notice that he stopped right in front of me.

?So,? said a deep, masculine voice, ?I take it that you like what you see.? When I looked up, I was in awe that this muscle god was talking to me. This more-than-human creature with the face of Adonis and the body of Hercules was actually acknowledging my existence. I felt the bench creak as he sat down next to me.

?Uh, yeah,? I said, trying to keep from stuttering. ?You?ve probably heard guys ask you this before, but I really want to know.?

?Let me guess,? he said, his voice pulsing through me, ?you want to know how I got this big.? He made his pecs twitch for emphasis. I nodded, too embarrassed to respond verbally.

?Usually, I tell people that I just eat right and exercise. But, you look like a guy who appreciates male muscle in all its forms. So, I?ll introduce you to a special group of guys that helped me. Believe it or not, I wasn?t always this huge.? He reached into his pocket and pulled out a black leather wallet. From there, he removed a white business card and handed it to me.

?Come to that address at 8 tonight,? he said, standing up. ?You?ll find out how I got this big.? My cock was so hard that it hurt a little. With a smile and a nod, he walked off. Regaining my composure, I read the card in my hand. The logo in the top right corner was a Chinese character surrounded by a sunburst pattern.

Tsuyosa Fitness
545 Canal St., Suite 1035

I recognized the address as being in the warehouse district. It sounded too good to be true, but my instincts told me to go for it. So, I put the card in my pocket and headed home. It would only take me an hour to get down there, and I was five minutes from home at the time. On the way home, I remembered my Japanese. The character that was part of the logo translated the same way as the name of the company: strength.

[Lucas88]

Fun so far!

Just one nit...Chinese or Japanese?

Lucas

I hope you're in the mood to write, 'cuz I really can't wait for the next installment!

[V.R.Goh]

Originally Posted by Lucas88

Fun so far!

Just one nit...Chinese or Japanese?

Lucas

Technically, both. The word "tsuyosa" is Japanese for "strength", but the character itself has the same meaning in both languages.

[Lucas88]

Originally Posted by V.R.Goh

Technically, both. The word "tsuyosa" is Japanese for "strength", but the character itself has the same meaning in both languages.

Thanks for the clarification. Can't wait to find out how he got that big...and what's in store for your narrator.

[Blake]

I have to agree with the comment Musclecult made....

Next installment please.

[growinmuscl]

Look forward to continuation, great so far!

[Rex20]

i agree...awesome beginning...can't wait to see what happens...

[J.A.M.86]

Yeah this is looking good...

[benroc]

Somethings are a stirring here! Don't leave us hanging. Like the story.
How big is your narrator in the beginning BEFORE he meets this a
Adonis?