Brian's Chest

[NYCBlackMuscle]

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[COLOR=Silver]Brian?s Chest[/COLOR][COLOR=Silver]
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[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]He could never figure out when it started. If there was some event or some catalyst he never noticed and later when he was deep in it and totally disconnected from his former life he found it didn?t really matter. An addict doesn?t care how his addiction started, he just wants to know when he?s going to get his next fix. That?s pretty much where he ended up even if his addiction was a kind that could only be sated in the gym.

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]?Brian,? his mother said he was in high school, ?I don?t like you playing football. You?re not big enough for all that rough stuff.?

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]He already knew he was smaller than most of the other players. He was average height for his age on his way to an even more average 5? 10? by the time he stopped growing, but he was a little underweight and he felt it the few times the coach let him play. He started lifting weights in hopes of becoming big like the guys on the line who could take a hit without ending up lying dazed on the field. It helped but not enough to get him a starting spot so by the time he went to college he gave up on football. He didn?t give up on the gym though.

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]School, the start of a career, a couple moves and few girlfriends later and he was just one of those guys you saw in the city trying to get by. He knew he wasn?t gorgeous but women told he him was handsome often enough that he believed it. He never had a problem hooking up when he and his friends went out to the bars on the weekend. The gym helped since a tight shirt after a Friday night workout made him stand out from a lot of other guys, including those in his crew. His friend Stuart called them titty-shirts, which got a round of laughter from the guys but not as much as when Brian shot back that Stuart must have found a deal on gut-shirts.

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]At 27 he was in better shape than all his friends and coworkers. He was at the gym five nights a week and sometimes made it in on the weekend for some more cardio. His routine was as regular as clockwork from chest on Mondays through arms on Friday. He wasn?t huge ? at least he didn?t think so ? but he was more worked out than almost everyone but the really serious guys, the ones training for competition. He was cool with the big guys though and liked that they said hello or asked him for a spot now and then. He even went to a couple shows when guys he knew from the gym were competing.

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]It was a guy named Dean that gave him his first clue that things were changing. They were gym buddies that worked out together when they were both there and on the same body part, but Dean was a security guard with a crazy schedule so it didn?t happen all that often. Brian was just finishing up one night when Dean showed up on the weight room floor. They talked for a minute about work and other crap and then Brian sat back on his bench and got ready to do his last set of dumbbell presses.

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]?What are you working tonight?? Dean asked as he turned to go.

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]?Chest,? Brian replied and brought one weight up to his knee, balancing it with his left hand. He reached down for the other.

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]?I thought Monday was your chest night,? Dean said.

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]?It is,? Brian grunted as he brought up the other weight. He took a deep breath and then kicked both weights up while at the same time lying back on the bench, ending up with the dumbbells held on either side of his chest. From this angle he could look up to see Dean smiling down at him.

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]?Glad to see switchin? things up, man. Have a good weekend.?

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]Brian pressed the weights up as Dean went off to start his own workout. It was a good set despite the interruption and by the time he let the weights fall to the floor his chest had that deep burn that he loved. It wasn?t until he was re-racking the dumbbells that he realized what Dean meant. It was Thursday, not Monday. He laughed for a second then stopped, the second weight now securely racked.

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]He?d worked chest on Monday, could remember it clearly. So why was he doing chest again tonight? He?d started with his shoulders and worked his way through all of that workout, and when he finished? It was funny but he couldn?t think why he?d gone onto a chest workout afterwards. That was kinda stupid ? he was still a little sore from Monday even though he had to admit it felt good. He laughed again but then shook his head and headed for the locker room. It was time for food and he was starving.

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]If he started getting ribbed even more by his buddies for his focus on his body he attributed that to their getting further out of shape. The guys started tossing off jokes about him trying to hog all the ladies at the club and one night a very drunk Stuart even accused Brian of having a better rack than half the women there. A few minutes later Stuart was outside throwing up in the gutter which became the most memorable part of that sojourn though his words stuck in the back of Brian?s mind.

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]But the real truth was that he was hitting the gym extra hard, fueled by a drive he hadn?t felt since he was a skinny guy in high school. He was working chest twice a week and it felt great even though he?d been a little worried about overtraining. The big guys at the gym even started to notice and he got a couple questions about where or not he was going to compete when the season started up. The attention felt good.

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]It was Dean who really brought things into focus though it was a couple months before they saw each other again. When they did they did the standard hand clasp and half hug on the gym floor and then Dean stepped back with a surprised look on his face.

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]?Damn man, you?ve really put on some size,? he said looking both impressed and a little puzzled. His eyes had dropped to Brian?s chest and then looked him up and down before focusing back on his chest again.

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]?Lookin? a little unbalanced though,? he said and playfully tapped Brian?s right pec. ?If you?re gonna compete you?re gonna have to work on your proportions.?

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]?Nah, I?m not competing,? Brian replied but couldn?t help flexing his pecs in response.

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]?You should think about it but damn, give your chest a rest.? They talked for a few minutes more and then went their separate ways.

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]Later that night Brian stood naked in front of the mirror on his closet door. It was always tough being objective about how he looked since he saw his body every day but it was true that he was getting bigger. The bathroom scale certainly said so and even he could see it though as always he couldn?t help feeling a little skinny. As for his chest, well that had always grown pretty easily and had been the first place he?d seen development when he first started working out. Now that he was hitting it twice a week his pecs were looking more full and rounded than before. He ran his hands over them and turned to the side so he could see how they jutted out from his torso. Even his nipples seemed in on the act or maybe he was just excited.

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]He ended up jerking off in front of the mirror. It was a good thing he had wood floors in his bedroom.

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]That night in bed, his hands lazily exploring the contours of his upper body he thought about what Dean said at the gym. Dean was in good shape but not really great shape. Maybe he was a little jealous of Brian?s progress. Hell, instead of cutting down on chest workouts maybe he should try bumping them up some. He smiled sleepily at the thought and dozed off.

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]The next day the sleepy thought had become a firm idea. He told himself he?d try it for a week though it would demand he went twice a day, morning and evening, to workout his regular body part and then chest as well. It was crazy since no muscle group could be worked that often and still grow. His chest wouldn?t have time to recover from a workout before he was tearing down the muscle again the next day.

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]Three weeks later he had to admit he was wrong. For some crazy reason his chest responded to all the punishing work. The rest of his body was looking bigger and more ripped but his pecs were really swollen and pumped. It was becoming impossible to ignore how freaky big they were getting in relation to the rest of his muscular physique. His shirts were beginning to stretch ever tighter across the width of his torso, even the dress shirts he wore at the office. At night before bed he?d flex before his mirror, pulling a side chest pose that made his pecs mound up into rounded masses of muscle, the fibers clear and distinct beneath the thin skin while his plump, erect nipples hung down low, pointing to the floor.

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]He stopped going out to the clubs with his friends, bored at even the thought of trying to pick up random girls while his buddies swilled beer. Instead he hit the gym late on Fridays when most everyone else was beginning their night out. He was wearing low cut tank tops now that dipped down into the valley between his pecs and displayed a generous amount of their rounded mass on the sides. After each set he?d look at himself in a nearby mirror and tense his chest, still not quite comfortable flexing in public. The gym was so deserted at this hour almost no one would have noticed but he held back anyway.

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]He was alone in the last of the four large workout areas at the gym, the one with free weights, benches and squat racks. Everyone else was off in other rooms on the workout or cardio machines. He liked it this way, able to grab whatever weight he wanted with no delay. It also let him pull his tank top down or to the side to better see his pump.

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]The big guy walked in during one of those moments when he had his tank top was pulled over and one hand cupping his right pec, the mass of it filling his hand and spilling over. He quickly straightened his clothing, his eyes sliding away from the curious glance that met his in the mirror. He recognized the man whose was called Eddie ? a big, built latino who competed regularly and had several competition photos on the wall near the front desk. They?d never spoken before though they nodded now and then in passing. Brian was embarrassed to think the guy had caught him at such an awkward moment.

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]He went back to his workout while Eddie began loading plates onto the bar at a nearby flat bench. Brian was doing incline flies and as he sat preparing for his next set he dared a glance in the mirror but Eddie wasn?t looking at his reflection this time. Instead he saw that the big man was staring directly at him, his eyes seemingly locked on the side view he was getting of Brian?s chest. Brian felt an involuntary rush but shook it off and started his set, pushing out ten tough flies, his chest burning by the time he finished. He stood and re-racked the weights, turning away from the mirror to see Eddie casual leaning against his bar and openly studying him.

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]?What?s up man?? the big guy said in a deep voice.

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]?Just getting work done,? Brian answered. ?How about you??

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]He walked over and offered a hand for a handshake. The Latino man?s hand was much larger than his, engulfing his own in a strong, encompassing grip. He guessed the bodybuilder was probably 250 pounds even though he was a bit shorter than himself. Eddie was dressed in a tank top too along with baggy shorts that came down to his knees, displaying his bulbous calves below. He was big all around, much bigger than Brian except perhaps in the chest. Actually even there Brian knew there was no real competition though Eddie?s bigger chest was more in keeping with his overall size.

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]?I?m good, chest night for me too,? Eddie replied. ?Someone told me you?re gonna compete this year.?

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]?Nah, not me,? Brian said with a laugh. ?Not really my thing, plus I?m not big enough for that.?

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]Once more Eddie gave his body an appraising look from top to bottom and back to the top.

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]?You?d do ok,? he said and then smiled. ?Looks like you got some freaky genes.?

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]He reached out and pushed the fingers of his left hand into the exposed mass at the side of Brian?s pec. Brian couldn?t help an involuntary intake of breath at the unexpected contact but he didn?t move away. After a moment Eddie pulled his hand back and looked over Brian?s shoulder at the empty doorway leading off to the rest of the gym.

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]?Lemme see,? he said in a quiet yet commanding voice. ?Take your tank off.?

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]For a moment Brian hesitated but he felt powerless under that direct gaze and in the after haze of that simple touch. He reached for the lower edge of his tank top and pulled it up over his head, letting it fall to his side, loosely grasped in one hand.

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]Eddie?s eyes widened as they locked on his exposed chest. ?Fuckin? ay,? he breathed and both hands involuntarily rose a bit as if he was going to reach out and grab Brian by the pecs. He stopped himself and shot another look at the doorway. It was still empty though he could see a woman passing by way off in the next room.

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]?Nice man, you?re looking good,? he finally told Brian and then stepped back to his bench. ?Guess I better get my workout started.?

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]Brian stood there for a moment feeling confused and oddly let down but then quickly turned away and pulled his tank top over his head. His face grew hot as he quickly moved back to his incline bench and grabbed his water bottle. He would have left the room straight away but Eddie?s voice cut through the fog in his mind.

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]?Hey,? the big guy called out.

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]Brian turned to see him sitting on his bench with his phone in one hand.

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]?What?s your number??

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]For no reason that he could possibly explain Brian gave it to him. Eddie punched it into his phone and then slipped it into a pocket of his shorts.

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]?I?ll call you when I?m finished,? he said and then laid back and readied himself under his bar. Brian didn?t wait but simply turned and headed for the locker room.

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[BBMikeNJ]

That was one hell of a hot scene. Love Brian's goal of an overdeveloped chest. And when Eddie asks for his number...mamma mia, that was sweet as sugar.

Thanks for the work.

[arpeejay]

Mmm mmm mmm!

I like where this is going (although I'm not a particular fan of out-of-balance body parts!)

xoxo

Richard

[Mad Dog]

More pec-oriented stories, please. :3

[imfit]

This could be one pec-licious story! But I suspect Brian is going to be coached
into developing other parts. At least, I hope so!

[NYCBlackMuscle]

Thanks for the comments. I'm working on part two now and hopefully you'll like where this goes.

[Mdlftr]

Wow! This is great! I LOVE pec-growth stories. This reminds me of the series of "Milk Man" homage stories you did (with full kudos to Absman420's original work).

Great job! The descriptions, the mental motivation, the desire for more size and growth -- it IS an addiction, in a way.

Really enjoying this! I look forward to whatever you do with this story from here.

Mdlftr (who loves working chest!)

[philat99]

Hope you continue. There's a part 2 just begging to be written!!!
Mike

[ganteugene]

Please, continue. Great work!!

[Bull]

Excellent. More please!

[ydt81]

This was really hot. I appreciate the 'perfectly' proportioned body as much as the next muscle enthusiast. But seeing as how the realm of muscle growth is total *fantasy*, what better place to break the rules? I've wanted tomsee stories of this sort for a while (considered writing a saga once upon a time...); Can't wait for more