The Key - Part 3: The New Cameron

[amauiguy]

The Key - Part 3: The New Cameron

Part 1 - http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/showthread.php?t=18368
Part 2 - http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/showthread.php?t=18373

Alex Lockwood had agreed to a wrestling rematch against Cameron MacAlister. As the match progressed, Cameron underwent some kind of growth transformation. At the start of the match both wrestlers were almost exactly the same size, but somehow during the course of the match, Cameron had grown several inches taller and more muscular. In the end, he had easily pinned Alex, and was now strutting around the mats, marveling at his new body. Alex was as curious about what happened as Cameron.


The Key - Part 3: The New Cameron
by amauiguy
copyright 2010

Alex sat up on the mat and watched in stunned disbelief as Cameron paraded around flexing and pumping his new muscles.

"Holy shit, you're huge!" Alex exclaimed.

"Yeah, I am, aren't I?" Cameron replied, his voice even sounding a little deeper.

Cameron nonchalantly pulled off and tossed away the tattered remnants of his black singlet and swaggered naked, except for the lucky key hanging on its leather cord around his neck, over to the tall mirrors at the edge of the mat. With his pale white complexion and exceptional physique, Alex thought Cameron looked like a marble statue of a Greek athlete come to life.

Turning this way and that, Cameron posed, examining his new body in the mirror. Sitting nearby, Alex couldn't help examining it, too.

Alex was only 5'6", but he had worked very diligently to build up his muscles for wrestling, and he knew he had a great body. Now here was Cameron, who had started their match nearly a full inch shorter and just a pound heavier than Alex, suddenly and mysteriously grown, both taller and bulkier.

Alex rose slowly to his feet completely enthralled with the flexing exhibition the taller redhead was putting on as he examined his own muscles. Alex didn't even realize he had been walking toward the larger wrestler until Cameron turned and placed a big warm hand on Alex's shoulder.

"You like what you see, don't you, Lockwood?" Cameron asked with a grin. "This is what a winner looks like!"

Wide-eyed, Alex just stared and nodded, feeling somewhat strangely drawn to the bigger wrestler.

"Get a feel of this arm," Cameron offered, raising a mountainous bicep in front of Alex's face.

The masculine smell from Cameron's moist armpit made Alex a little light-headed. With uncharacteristic timidity, Alex reached out a finger and ran it gently along one of the prominent veins snaking across Cameron's freaky sweat-slicked bicep. The redhead gave a little laugh and grabbed Alex's hand, placing it firmly on the peak as he flexed it up and down. Alex started rubbing and squeezing the colossal arm, first with just the one hand, then with both. He gripped the bulk of it, trying to dig his fingers in, but he couldn't even make a dent.

"Geez, MacAlister, it's a rock!" Alex exclaimed.

"A rock?" asked the larger man derisively. "This is a frickin' boulder! Yours is the rock, man."

As he said that, Cameron reached over to wrap a hand around one of Alex's smaller biceps. A shiver ran through Alex at Cameron's touch, and he reflexively raised his arm to flaunt his own lean muscles.

With an appraising nod, Cameron said, "Nice, but small. This is like a 'before and after' comparison. Your body is the size mine used to be."

Both wrestlers had been compact and powerful, nearly identical in their physical proportions. Now as they stood side by side gazing at their reflections, it was apparent how much Cameron had changed.

The most obvious difference was their heights. Cameron had been 5'5" before, just a bit shorter than Alex. In the mirror Alex could see that his eyes were now level with Cameron's wide shoulders. He looked for other differences, too.

"It looks like your waist hasn't grown as much as the rest of you," Alex said with a hint of admiration.

"You're right," Cameron declared. "Look at this awesome taper!" he said, gesturing from his broad shoulders, down his thick chest, to his narrow waist. He pulled his abs taut in a crunch to emphasize his remarkable development.

Alex's eyes followed and couldn't help but continue down further, to Cameron's package. Although not erect, his dick looked about eight or nine inches long. During matches it was not unusual for wrestlers to get erections as a result of the intense physical contact. Cameron was obviously still feeling some effects of their body contact during the match, his package hanging down heavy and thick, his balls dangling like lemons. Being an athlete, Alex had seen lots of guys naked in the locker room, but he didn't remember seeing anyone, not even his heavy weight team mate "Big Mike" with equipment that big. Alex found himself idly wondering how big it would get when fully aroused.

A snicker from Cameron broke Alex's reverie and pulled the smaller wrestler's eyes back up to their reflections, where he found Cameron grinning at him, his green eyes sparkling. Alex blushed and in the back of his mind he wondered why--he hadn't ever felt embarrassed seeing a guy naked before.

"My waist stayed the same size, but other stuff got a lot bigger," Cameron said smugly, reaching down and to give himself a casual grope.

Alex shook his head in disbelief. "With a bat like that, you're gonna have to find a girl who likes to play baseball," he said with a laugh, then noticing Cameron's big pecs added, "and one who isn't insecure about the size of her own boobs, too!"

In response, Cameron took a deep breath and puffed out his massive chest, which was much wider and fuller than before the match. Cameron's good luck charm, the black key, now was nearly buried in the deep space between the gigantic pectoral slabs.

Their earlier exertions in the warm room had covered both wrestlers in sheens of sweat. Cameron's alabaster skin glistened like a bodybuilder's oiled for a show. Unconsciously, as if driven by hidden urges, Alex reached up and placed his hands on Cameron's rock-solid pecs. He was gentle at first, then realizing how solid they were, he grabbed more forcefully.

"Yeah, feel how massive these have gotten," said Cameron, as he alternately bounced each pec under the caresses of Alex's eager fingers.

In total awe, Alex moved his hands over the warm expanse of Cameron's perspiring chest, feeling the pulsing muscles under his fingertips. He ran his fingers around the outside edges, cupping and testing the heft of the protruding pads of muscle.

The smaller wrestler's fingers soon found their way to the sweaty cleft in the middle where he was amazed to feel how deep it had become. With a grin Cameron flexed his titanic pecs together, trapping Alex's fingers between them like a vise.

"Wow," gasped Alex, "that's unbelievable."

Alex felt an unexpected stirring in his loins as he pulled his fingers free, and realized he was getting turned on by the muscle stud standing before him. Absent mindedly, Alex raised his finger tips to his mouth to lick off the traces of salty moisture.

"I used to be impressed with your legs, Lockwood," Cameron said with a smirk. "You've really been working your quads, I can tell," he added, pointing to the prominent teardrop shape near Alex's knee.

Alex quickly extended and tensed his thick right leg to display what he had always considered one of his best assets. He team mates had often joked admiringly about his powerful thunder thighs.

But then Cameron took a step, so he was standing with his left leg behind Alex, his chest pushing lightly against Alex's back, and his crotch against the right side of Alex's firm butt. The warm pressure of both gave Alex's crotch an unexpected jolt. Cameron swung his monstrous right leg around pressing it side by side against the thigh Alex was flexing.

The pale skin of the bigger man contrasted with Alex's own summertime tan, but that was the least obvious difference. Cameron's quad was just plain huge. It was longer and fuller. Not only did it show the teardrop shape that Alex's had, but in addition there were other well-defined bulges and creases all covered over with a network of veins, wrapped in a layer of skin that seemed thin as paper.

"Oh my g-g-god," was all Alex could stammer at the bulk of the gargantuan thigh pressing against his own.

Cameron stepped back. "C'mon, I want to see how much I weigh now," said Cameron, starting across the mats toward the door.

For a few seconds Alex stood mesmerized by the tensing and flexing of Cameron's powerful glutes as he strode away across the mats. Alex leaned down, quickly grabbed the remains of Cameron's torn singlet and hurriedly ran to catch up with the big man.

Walking into the main part of the gym stark naked, Cameron didn't seem self-conscious at all. He strolled over to the scale they had used earlier with Alex tagging behind like a puppy.

"Damn! One hundred and fucking ninety-one pounds," Cameron exclaimed, staring at the reading on the scale and shaking his head in disbelief.

"Shit, man. That's over fifty pounds more than what you weighed before the match," Alex said.

"Let's see if you changed, little man. Your turn," Cameron said stepping off the scale.

Alex got on the scale and with a hint of disappointment said, "Still 138."

"Yeah, but it's probably really only 137. You weren't holding my singlet earlier," Cameron said with a leer.

Alex's heart skipped a beat realizing that he was holding the singlet, so he offered it to the bigger man. Cameron shook his head arrogantly saying, "I want you to keep it, Lockwood, as a souvenir of your loss today."

"Let's check height, too," Cameron suggested, walking over and placing his back against the markings on the wall. "What does it say?" he asked the shorter man.

"Looks like 5'11" to me," answered Alex incredulously.

As Cameron stepped away, Alex took his place.

"5'6", exactly," Cameron declared.

They looked at each other, both wondering what could possibly have happened to cause one of them to gain six inches in height and over fifty pounds of muscle.

"No one is going to believe this," Alex said.

"All they have to do is see it," Cameron replied. "This isn't a dream, it's real," he said, flexing his arms a bit as if to prove it. "I can't wait until the guys at the club see this!"

They showered quickly, or at least Alex did. At first he had tried watching Cameron soap up, but the big wrestler stood there sensuously massaging his own new muscles under the spray, and Alex found himself getting too aroused. Alex was really confused about his physical reactions, because he had never felt attracted to men before. He ended up turning up the cold water and taking his fastest shower ever.

By the time Cameron stepped out of the showers Alex was pulling his shirt on. He watched in fascination as Cameron tried unsuccessfully to pull his jeans up over his giant thighs.

"Damn," Cameron complained. "I thought it was hard finding clothes that fit before, it's going to be even harder now." He reached into his locker and searched around a bit until he found an old pair of sweat pants. Those were a bit short, but at least he could pull them up around his quads. Cameron's t-shirt was now a couple of sizes too small, and although its seams looked strained, it appeared that it might not rip apart immediately.

"Thanks for the match, Lockwood. I knew I was better than you!" Cameron declared as they left the gym.

"Very funny, MacAlister. If we were the same size, I'm sure I would have kicked your butt again," the smaller man retorted.

"Well, if you ever have a growth spurt like mine, give me a call for a rematch," Cameron offered with a laugh. "I'd love to toss you around again," he added.

The two men went their separate ways.

Alex's mind was still in a fog all that evening as he tried to figure out what had happened. As he lay in bed, he reached over to his nightstand and grabbed the torn black singlet that Cameron had worn, bringing it to his nose. The clean manly scent of the other wrestler was still strong in the fabric. Alex drifted off to sleep with his mind full of visions of Cameron's amazing muscles.

==

Cameron's growth had astounded his friends at the dance club. Even after he left, escorting a petite brunette who claimed to be interested in baseball, his friends continued talking about his astonishing transformation.

A somewhat tall man, with a lean build, short blond hair, and brown eyes was walking by and caught part of the conversation. He stopped and stood sipping his drink, casually eavesdropping over the din of the music. Then a brief smile crossed his face. Placing his glass on the bar, he turned and headed for the door. At the open collar of his dark blue polo shirt, the flashing lights of the dance floor barely revealed through the light dusting of brown hair on his chest, a black key hanging on a thin chain around his neck.

End of part 3

[jsmith2300]

Excellent work! Looking forward to more. And I'm digging the new Cameron! He's quite a hottie - and I like the attitude.

[arpeejay]

Very nice! More please and soon!

xoxo

richard

[Rubix]

nice. i've liked reading this story so far, and i'm interested in seeing how this develops. liking the cliffhanger ending, but be careful it doesn't build up anticipation for a next part if you're not going to write one (so disappointing when that happens).

[philat99]

Maybe Alex can get a key, too, and Cameron can get some comeuppance! I'm enjoying your style!
Mike

[theseventhwave]

[COLOR="Red"]Ooo Man! I am loving this story.

I am hoping that the key gets either shared or stolen. Perhaps Cameron shares it with some of the other wrestlers on his team - maybe at a tournament - so we can see the other wrestlers growing during their matches. Or maybe the key gets stolen by another team...

Can't wait to read the next chapter![/COLOR]

[Ender]

Well IMHO Cameron is a not just a totally arrogant ass-hole, but one of the worlds worst winners... That he also has demonstrated that he is also a bad loser suggests that the key is not the cause of Cameron being the shit he is now. And even if what ever power the key charm has didn't steal Alex's body it appears to have started to turn him to being a sycophant to Cameron and that will eventually make him Cameron's catamite. In my view mentally enslaving someone is an even worse assault on a person than stealing their muscle...

That there is another guy with a key charm suggest that there could be a cult that is into this sort of thing... This begs the question of how Cameron got the key and did the cult intend him to have it... And if they didn't specifically intend Cameron to now have the key... How do they feel about it currently being in Cameron possession.

Ender

[Kymuscleboy]

I, like most of the commentors, love the story so far. I really hope you don't keep us in suspense too long.

Also, as others have mentioned, it would be cool to know the origin of the key and exactly how it works. At first I thought this would be a muscle theft story, but since that's not the case, I'd really like to know exactly what was the catalyst for the growth.

[amauiguy]

Thanks for all the encouragement. It means a lot to authors (especially new ones like me) to have people tell you they like your stuff!

I've started writing the next couple of parts of the story, but work is keeping me pretty busy. I'm hoping to post more within the next couple of days.