The Summer of 1981, Part 4: The Voice

[Padraig]

For those of you who would like to catch up, here are links to the earlier chapters:

Part 1, The Best of Times: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=16216
Part 2, Wasn't That A Party: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=16225
Part 3, The Boy From New York City: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=16229


Any feedback is very much appreciated - I would love to hear from those of you who have been reading. Thanks!!

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Each and every heart it seems is bounded by a world of dreams
Each and every rising sun is greeted by a lonely one
Oh, won't you tell me again? Oh, can you feel it?
Oh, won't you tell me again tonight?

'Cause out on the ocean of life my love
There's so many storms we must rise above
Can you hear the spirit calling as it's carried across the waves?
You're already falling, it's calling you back to face the music
And the song that is coming through
You're already falling, the one that it's calling is you

Make a promise take a vow, and trust your feelings it's easy now
Understand the voice within and feel the change already beginning
Oh, won't you tell me again? Oh, can you feel it?
Oh, won't you tell me again tonight?

Tug wasn’t sure where he was at first. It was difficult to make anything out.

Everything is so misty…

He looked around, but at first could hardly see past his face. After a minute or so, his surroundings started to become clearer as the haze dissolved.

Some rocks…

The sand…

The water…

After seeing the water, Tug realized he could also hear the lapping of the waves, and he could feel a slight breeze that was gently toussling his hair. He finally understood that he was standing on a beach, but he wasn’t sure which one – he didn't recognize it as one near his home, and it wasn’t one that he remembered from Puget Sound.

Perhaps I’m at a lake? Or the ocean?

The fog was lifting quickly now, and the sun came into view. Tug could feel its rays providing warmth across his body, even though the golden orb was just above the water’s surface.

Is the sun rising or setting? I’m not sure…

The warmth continued to grow until Tug began to feel quite hot. He looked down to see that he was still wearing his t-shirt and boxer shorts, but for some reason, he felt different than when he had gone to bed.

Why do I look so strange?

He continued to examine himself. It was clearly his body, as it was attached to his head, but it didn’t really look like his body. Something was definitely off - something was definitely missing...

Wait! Where did my stomach go?

Suddenly, Tug realized the change – he wasn’t fat anymore. He looked like Don from the neck down, with big arms, a firm chest, and a flat stomach.

He moved his hands to his abs and felt them through his shirt. He had never had a flat stomach, so it was a strange to feel the muscles there. He could feel power radiating from them, as though all of his strength was coming from this core.

The wind began to pick up, and with it came a quiet, whispered voice. “Flex for me, Tug,” it said. “Flex your bicep.”

Tug did as he was told and flexed his left arm, and his bicep immediately responded by growing in size. The muscle was full and plump, and it stretched the limits of his shirt sleeve.

“Very nice,” said the voice. As it spoke, Tug felt, but could not see, a pair of hands gently massaging his upper arm. “But I know you can do better. Make it grow, Tuggy.”

Make it grow? But how?

“Make it grow,” the voice said again. “Feel the change already beginning.”

Tug flexed his arm again as the invisible hands continued to caress his biceps and triceps. He looked down at his arm and focused all of his energy on it – harder and harder he flexed, and sure enough, it began to grow bigger and bigger. Tug felt as though the energy and power from his core was flowing into his arm.

Awesome!

Veins began to appear, snaking across his forearm and stretching up under the sleeve. Tug could feel the heft of his arm expanding, and his skin was taut from the incredible growth. Eventually his shirt could resist no longer, and the sleeve split open to let his massive bicep free.

“Good boy, Tuggy. 22 inches is very impressive. Here’s your reward.” Tug felt a wave of ecstasy flow into his body, creating an unfamiliar tingling sensation throughout his being. It was powerful and hypnotic, and had his legs not been so sturdy, he would have dropped onto the sand.

“Your chest wants to grow, too. Oh, can you feel it?” asked the voice. The ethereal hands then moved from his bicep and began gently caressing his pectoral muscles.

Tug looked down at his mammoth chest, then flexed his pecs and watched them bounce up and down. He was amazed by how much control he could exhibit over them, even as they were being rubbed by the hands he could not see.

Cool!

He began to focus his attention on his chest. The massaging became more intense as he willed it to grow. Slowly Tug felt a transformation beginning – a stretching of his torso and his shoulders to accommodate his growing mass. His chest grew higher and higher, wider and wider, until Tug could no longer see his feet. They were lost beyond the superhuman development of his pecs.

As with his arm, Tug’s shirt could take no more and ripped apart the front. His throbbing chest emerged from the cloth, like a wild animal busting out of its cage, and drank in the sunlight. Like granite covered in hyper-muscular flesh, it stood in bold relief across his body, heaving up and down as Tug took deep breaths to get more oxygen into his system.

“Very nice, Tuggy. It’s up to 55 inches – even bigger than your brother. Here’s your next reward.” A second wave of ecstasy coursed through Tug, this time much stronger than the first. It felt like he had been hit by erotic lightning, and the intensity knocked him to the ground. He lay back in the sand and relished the bliss.

Ooooh, yes, that feels so good…keep it coming…

“Now grow your legs, stud. Make them huge,” cooed the voice.

Tug wanted that ecstatic feeling a third time, so he immediately did as the voice instructed. He sat up, gazed at his masculine legs, and focused his mind.

Grow, grow, grow…

His legs already looked like those of a professional athlete or famous bodybuilder. Strong and sculpted, with each muscle of his quadriceps clearly evident under his skin.

Grow, grow, grow…

The invisible hands made their way down below Tug’s waist and began massaging everything. He quickly felt tingling all across his lower half and knew his strength was increasing by leaps and bounds. Tug imagined that at this point he could probably squat 1,000 pounds as bulges upon bulges began to appear – his legs had to spread farther and farther apart to make room for all the new muscle. Everything was growing to insane proportions.

Small tears began to appear in his boxers as his quads and gluteals grew larger. The ripping was getting so loud he could hear it over the wind and the waves.

“26 inches thighs,” said the voice. “28 inches…30 inches. Very good boy, Tuggy,” said the voice

Grow, grow, grow…

The massaging intensified and his lower half grew beefier, and a deep warmth spread across his legs. His boxers continued to shred until they barely covered his modesty.

Finally, as the growth began to subside, Tug looked down to see his Herculean legs stretched out before him. They were bigger than any pair he had ever seen – at least twice as big as they had been before.

“Ah, you’ve done well, my boy,” said the voice. “36 inches thighs and 24 inch calves. You trusted your feelings and grew into a very strong man. Here’s your final reward.”

Tug lay back and waited for the intensity to hit him for a third time. It came quickly, shooting through his newly powerful body, and the eruption of pleasure was stronger than any than any mere mortal could withstand.


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Tug awoke with a start, as he usually did after these episodes. He didn’t have to check his groin to know that he had had another wet dream.

He looked over at his clock radio, seeing that the time was 4:13am. He then silently climbed out of bed and went into his bathroom to clean himself up and change his boxers.

After putting on a fresh pair of underwear and tossing his old ones in his hamper, he opened his bedroom door and crept into the hallway. His parents' bedroom door was open, so he gingerly padded by, descended the stairs, and walked into the kitchen.

Tug spent the next 30 minutes eating the rest of his Oreos from earlier that evening and a big bag of Fritos.