The Chest (Parts 14,15)

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[COLOR=aqua][COLOR=aqua]Part 1 thru 4[/COLOR][/COLOR]
[COLOR=aqua][COLOR=aqua]Part 5-8,9,10[/COLOR][/COLOR]
[COLOR=aqua][COLOR=aqua]Part 11[/COLOR][/COLOR]
[COLOR=aqua][COLOR=aqua]Parts 12,13[/COLOR][/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]CHAPTER 14: A NEW PLAN[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Tyson was helpless and gasping for air through Blake?s iron grip around his neck. As strong as Tyson was, struggling against Blake?s granite forearms was as useless as trying to bend a tree. Sweat rolled down the monster?s bare torso as the energy given off by converting nearly sixty pounds of food to pure muscle radiated from him. His face, still showing the youthfulness of a seventeen year old, completely contrasted the gorged and mountainous body it was attached to.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?You scared, Sharp?? Blake asked, calling Tyson by his last name.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Tyson?s face grew serious. ?I?m too furious to be scared,? he responded.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Blake drew him closer. ?Good enough,? he said, then dropped Tyson in a limp heap. Tyson, heaving on the floor, made his way to his knees and came face to face with a pair of legs that could kick a hole through a concrete wall. Veins were visible everywhere and rose up to a skin tight pair of once loose board shorts. A gigantic dick the thickness of a coke can was plastered to his thigh and ran across the front of his leg. After a few seconds, Blake got on one knee and looked down at Tyson mockingly.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?The three of us are in charge of the team again and the chest belongs to us,? Blake continued. ?Take your unconscious friend over there and get the fuck out.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Tyson looked over at Jason, now awake and appearing to have quite a headache. Cameron and Bucks, both now settled at 230 and 250, respectively, were completely absorbed by the scene. Cameron had the body of a Greek god, shredded yet paradoxically smooth. Bucks was as buff as a professional bodybuilder. Neither could hold a candle to Blake. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Fuck you, asshole,? Tyson retorted, standing up on unsure feet. ?You can-?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Enough, Ty,? Jason said as he got to his feet a little more easily. ?It?s over. Let?s go.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?But we can?t just-? Tyson began.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?We have no choice,? Jason said, cutting him off.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Tyson was speechless but obeyed. He stormed out of the room, but not before a now-cocky Bucks gave him a solid push and rammed him into the wall. The two dejected freshmen left the room to the roar of laughing giants. Making their way back to the car down the street, Tyson finally spoke up. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?I can?t believe we just left like that,? Tyson said.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?What could we have done?? Jason said, pensive.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?I don?t know, but I?m not one to back down from fights. Not anymore.? They both got into the car, Tyson driving, and made their way down the street.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Who says the fight?s over?? Jason asked, suddenly a little brighter. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?What are you smoking, Jason?? Tyson asked incredulously.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]And then Jason smiled and reached into the part of his football pants which normally held his thigh pads and pulled out six vials from the chest. Awestruck, Tyson?s eyes grew wide.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Where the hell did those come from?? [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Jason put his head against the seat and laughed. ?The second I noticed you beating Cam I acted like I passed out. Bucks had me in a headlock and bent me in a way the body was never meant to go so the fight was effectively over anyway. Once the other two?s attention was on you and Cam I crawled over to the chest and took out as many vials as I could. We?re going to get our revenge, but we have to do some catching up first. It looks like each of these vials will add about fifty pounds of muscle and based on Nick?s exaggerated growth, working out increases its effect. If we can each gain a hundred pounds, we could easily whip the three of them.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Tyson thought about it. Did he want to be over three hundred pounds? He smiled. Hell yeah he did. ?What now, then?? Tyson asked.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Jason, still thoughtful, looked again at the vials. First, we get food. Then we find Nick.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]??????????.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]It was about eight in the evening and Nick was punching out bench presses in his garage when the shine of headlights flooded the room through the open garage door. Lifting his head, he saw Jason and Tyson, dressed in football pants and oversized t-shirts, get out of a mustang and begin walking up the driveway. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?You two don?t even have learner?s permits yet,? he said, pulling a tank top over his head. His oversized pecs strained the shirt to a laughable extreme but at least it was something.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?We need to talk. Want to drive to the school gym with us??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Sure,? Nick said and he walked with them to the convertible and squeezed himself in the back seat among what had to be the biggest grocery run he?d ever seen.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?There?s more in the trunk,? Jason said as he closed the door.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?You throwing a party?? Nick asked.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Not exactly,? Tyson began. ?We need your help.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]And so the boys told Nick the entire story leading up to that night. How they found a chest in an old military facility filled with a muscle growth formula and how they used it to become the biggest freshman their school had ever seen. They told him about why the football team was growing at such an incredible rate. Finally, they talked about the events of the night. By the time they finished, Jason was pulling the car into the campus.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?I don?t know whether to thank you or hate you,? Nick said, bummed that his phenomenal growth wasn?t natural.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?You?re why we did it,? Tyson said a bit defensively. ?That first day of training camp made me realize how much you wanted this.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Nick thought about it then nodded. ?You know I do. But now that they have the form[/COLOR][COLOR=silver]ula, what is all this food going to do??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Jason showed him the vials and three syringes. ?This is enough juice to put us well over their current weight. We need a third to even up the numbers. Now we ask: Are you in??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Nick didn?t even need to think about it. That gleam had entered his eyes again. ?Hell yeah, I?m in. Let?s get this shit into the gym.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Minutes later, they had the food thrown into a corner of the gym. Jason had maxed out his ?emergency? credit card gathering it but figured it was worth it. They each took a syringe and two vials. ?Last chance to turn back,? Jason began but both Tyson and Nick were already injecting the first vial. Jason followed suit. Without a pause, Nick emptied the second vial. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Blushing at the looks from the other two he said, ?That syringe didn?t want to go in my muscle. I didn?t want the next one to break it if my muscle got too much harder.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Shrugging, the other two boys did the same. Tyson was 6?1, 220 and Jason 6?2 and the same weight. Nick was a little smaller on both accounts at 217 and 5?11. They each changed to loose gym shorts in preparation for growth that was to come.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Let?s do this,? Nick said as he walked over to the free weights.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]CHAPTER 15: EVEN UP THE SCORE[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Holy shit, Nick thought as he dropped the bar to the floor, its crash echoing through the gym. This is incredible. He had just finished curling over 200 pounds. His biceps were on fire but the orgasmic rush cascading through him begged for more. Every second he wasn?t lifting weights, he was eating. Except for the occasional journey to the scale. God, it took everything to not try to punch a hole in the wall. His body yearned to show off its power. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]He was 265 and growing; his body was a temple rarely seen on the face of the earth. He could feel his body expand as he walked to the dwindling food supply on the other side of the gym. He could see his chest heaving using only his peripheral vision, the incredibly striated slabs of meat straining against the confines of his skin. Although over forty pounds heaver than an hour earlier, he felt light as a feather. His muscles supported his weight with zero effort. He sat down and rubbed his thighs as he wolfed down packet after packet of tuna. His legs were filled with muscles that felt like steel cables and they were growing at such a rate he could actually see them expanding. And, oh the power that came with that muscle. He walked over to the squat bar and loaded it with as many 45?s as he could find: twenty. He hoisted the nearly 1000 pounds on his shoulders and lowered his body. His legs screamed and his muscles flared as they gave every shred of energy they has towards lifting the bar. Nick himself screamed as he fully lowered himself, every fiber in his quads, glutes, calves, and hamstrings feeling like they were ripping apart in a thousand places. But the roar that filled his body pushed his adrenaline to a high beyond his imagining. He could feel himself getting stronger every second. His legs screamed as he made his way back up. Muscles exploded and pulled his skin ever tighter. Every muscle in his lower body swelled and rolled out and Nick continued to yell as he finished the rep. His legs were on fire and every beat of his heart pumped more mass into them.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Nick was in his own world. He hadn?t spoken to or acknowledged Jason or Tyson since the growth began. This was a dream come true and he couldn?t concentrate on anything else. He performed another squat; the weight was the same but somehow felt lighter. His legs continued to burn. He did another. And another. His legs continued to swell, his skin somehow stretching over the rapidly growing muscle. At times he thought he could hear his body growing. Eventually, hunger once again overcame the need to push his body. He put the bar back on the rack and wolfed down more food. He couldn?t eat fast enough to fill up his stomach. The food was magically turned right into muscle. The guys had bought about a dozen massive tubs of protein powder which had been used sparingly up to now. Nick took one of the water jugs used for the cooler, ripped off the top and emptied an entire tub of powder into the jug. He shook it as if it weighed as much as a Styrofoam cup until the powder dissolved and then proceeded to chug the ten gallons in a matter of seconds. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]That did the trick. Newly energized and stomach gorged, Nick walked over to the dumbbells and picked up a pair of hundred and fifty pounders, the biggest in the gym. He began by performing shrugs and watched as his traps flared out and made his neck disappear. Similar to the squats, the reps were difficult at first but gradually became easy. Veins exploded all over his traps and within a minute the muscle had seemingly doubled in size. With the same weights he began performing bicep curls. And his arms swelled more each time he squeezed another rep, both heads of his bicep easily visible and fighting each other for real estate. It felt so good. Every rep made the weights feel lighter and he would stop performing one type of exercise only because he felt the weight was no longer giving the muscle an adequate workout. He then lifted a bell over his head and began working his triceps. The horseshoe on the back of his arm was ungodly and swelled like the rest of his body. He moved to his back, performing flies that ripped his lats in half then built them up again. Then, unbelievably, he began performing lateral raises. The movement was strained and awkward at first, his arms barely moving out more than a few inches. Then, rep by rep, they moved more and more. After a few minutes, his delts were the size and hardness of bowling balls and he was raising his arms parallel to the floor. Suddenly he needed another food fix. He downed another jug of water and protein powder and recommenced tearing his body apart. As his strength grew, he suddenly found nothing heavy enough to move. Then he took a thirty pound dumbbell, gripped it at each end and began to twist. His body exploded yet again under the strain, every muscle in his torso bulging more and more?and the handle running through the center of the weight started to twist. Sweat was pouring out of his body like a sprinkler and droplets of water collected in the valleys and crevices of his muscles forming rivers that scattered across the roadmap of his frame. Within a couple seconds, he had twisted the weight apart. Gasping for air and gigantic shoulders heaving, Nick took a 45 pound plate and proceeded to bend it in half. Then the hunger came yet again. He made his way towards the food and stopped as he passed the scale. Although a lot of that water in the protein drinks was sweating out of him, a good amount was used to fill his muscles. If a gallon of water is nine pounds then?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Nick weighed himself, having to awkwardly bend his head around his pecs to see the scale. ?380 pounds!? Nick exclaimed. He heard a gasp and finally joined the real world. Nick and Jason were standing awestruck next to a couple of benches and had apparently been staring at Nick for a while as he maniacally built his body. They stared at each other in silence for a moment before Nick asked, ?What??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Dude,? Jason said as he ate. ?Look at yourself in the mirror.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]And Nick did. He turned to one of the mirrors on the wall and for the first time since the growth started, really looked at himself. No words can adequately describe the monster staring back at him. He had grown to over 6?8 and his body was cartoonish in its size. His traps appeared to run up to his ears and bulged before the fell to a pair of delts now the size of basketballs. Immediately below them, as if unable to wait, his arms bulged out and were over 28? in circumference themselves and as defined as an anatomy drawing. Pecs hung on of his chest and warred against each other as they bounced with each movement of his arms. His stomach was covered in mounds and bulges, the fist sized abdominal plates in the center framed by an endless number of oblique muscles that ran all the way to his wing-sized lats. His legs were double the size of a professional bodybuilder and showed muscles that didn?t even exist in a normal leg. Nick flexed them and suddenly his once loose basketball shorts, pulled by his expanding quads and bubbling ass, ripped right down the center. They fell off him and allowed his throbbing dick to stand at attention in free air. It was over a foot long and extended passed his belly button. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Jesus Christ,? the other two said in unison.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Nick was beyond compare. Over the next few minutes, as he continued to eat and find creative ways to push his body, he added another fifty pounds of weight and two inches of height before the serum wore off. Although packed with muscle, he didn?t look bubbly or round like some bodybuilders did when they bulked up to huge weights. His muscles were long and full and larger than life but not silly looking. He was a raging torrent of power and fire continued to course through his body. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Jason and Tyson had each grown to 320 pounds and would have each been the biggest person anyone else in the town had ever seen. However, standing next to Nick made them seem average by compare, if still incredibly defined. They spent a few moments admiring each other before getting to work. Nick took most of the admiration.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?I agree. You wouldn?t have been able to stick that needle in again. You?re made of something harder than just muscle,? Jason said as he felt the brick wall that was Nick?s abdomen. Nick smiled and quickly flexed his abs, pinching Jason?s finger between two of the slabs that made up his ab muscles.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Holy shit,? Jason wailed as he pulled his finger away. ?That really hurt.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Sorry buddy,? Nick thundered. ?I just wanted to see if I could actually do that. God this is amazing. Once we get the vials back, you two need to catch up. You have no idea what you could be capable of.? And with that he proceeded to try and fix all the havoc he wreaked on the weight room. He bent back the 45 pound plates he had folded in half. He straightened an Olympic weight bar he had turned into a pretzel and he did his best to put the dumbbells back in their original form. Within a few minutes the gym looked normal again but a close look would reveal warped lines of a similar ilk to trying to bend a ruined fork back to its normal shape.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?It?ll have to do,? Nick said clapping his hands together, sending the muscles all over his body rolling. It was incredible. Blake, Jason, and Tyson had grown into huge muscle monsters but were still comparable to the feats others had reached. Nick was now at a level beyond what humans were capable of. He was superhuman in a completely valid sense. Although huge, he still didn?t look over 400 pounds. His muscles were denser than normal and packed more weight into a smaller size. However, when he would flex, those muscles would swell up beyond imagining. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Suddenly remembering he was naked, the giant began looking for something to cover himself. He found the largest pair of football pants in the locker room and shoved himself in, ripping the bottom with his gigantic thighs but at least showing some form of decency?even if the outline of his gorged dick was clearly visible. Paint the pants purple and his skin green and he would have been a spitting image of the hulk.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?All right,? Nick said, taking the reins of the situation from the other boys. ?Let?s get that chest back.?[/COLOR]

[philat99]

Excitement intensifies!

[bobtimbob]

Loving this. Looking forward to more.