Story Repost: P U L S E (Pts 1 - 3)

[Jace]

Hi Gang!

Decided to start writing again. I really didn't develop this one too much, and I wanted to actually finish a story, not like "Blood Moon" that never finished up. Anyway, almost done with the newest chapter. So here it is.

Thanks,

JC

-Intro- January 2, 2007

I am a man that has an amazing gift for fantasy. Ever since I can remember I would put myself into another world and vanish until I decided when it was safe to return to reality. HA HA. So of course reading a book wasn?t just reading a book, I picked a character by the 3rd chapter and stayed that character until the end of the book. It?s like what I do now in this day in age, reading one of these muscle growth stories. Even though I?m experiencing it first hand, it?s still fun to imagine myself as one of the characters. I?ve always wondered if you do this too. Do you?

But unlike most of these stories, in the beginning of my journey I didn?t start out as a wimp or a tortured soul. When I was a kid I was chubby but like most boys I was able to bask in the glory of puberty. When that sucker hit the fat melted, the muscle inflated, the penis and balls grew, the voice deepened and growing taller than your father was the coolest thing ever! Not everyone enjoyed the end results, but it is up to you to make the most of it.

In senior year I stopped growing at 5?ll around 180lbs, mostly muscle. But I was never a jock, so I didn?t really work at being a muscle head. I liked what nature gave me, nothing that turned anyone?s head and I was fine with it. I was always popular in school and college. I had girlfriends in High School and Boyfriends in College. Oh yes. Prof. Leon Desnic, I remember he and I were?.oh! I?m skipping ahead aren?t I?

I guess the real reason you?re reading this is because you were interested in my story. But what to call this memoir? I still haven?t decided so I?ll just leave it as ?Untitled? for now. So let?s get going.


-1- High School Tales

Sitting next to a jock with an inflated ego was never very fun for me in Mrs. Bench?s English class. Jason Robeck wasn?t the star athlete but he demanded respect from his 6?3 250lb body with size 15 shoes. He was ugly as fuck though. I?m sure he?ll get cute once the whole acne thing cleared up. But right now all I kept thinking about whenever I look at him the scene from Spaceballs with Pizza the Hut flashes through my mind. The bubbling melting mass talking while things slide off his?skin? Yes, that is the most perfect way to describe Jason.

So why bring him up? I?m glad you were thinking that. The only thing that I enjoyed about sitting next to him was that he was constantly playing with himself. And this guy had a big one. He gets it hard and plays with it letting it stretch his flimsy athletic shorts that jocks like to wear. He caught me a few times looking his way and I would just blush. He would smirk. I got such conflicting signs from him, but its something we did almost on a full time basis.

I can?t remember why he stopped picking on me, but my daily tortures stopped once our English class rituals started. There was an incident though. I?ve never told anyone else this before. I had been in my science class and the need to pee was getting very close to becoming an ?I need to change my shorts? situation. I guess drinking that coke slurpee wasn?t such a good idea at lunch.
So as I entered the bathroom and started to pee when I heard this grunting and heaving breathing but stopped once the sounds of my peeing started. After I did the whole shimmy shake, I tried to walk out quietly. I didn?t have to ask what the person was doing, and that?s when I saw those shoes he?d always wear and I knew who was behind the closed stall door. I continued on out but he had heard me and quickly asked ?Who?s there?? and like an idiot I stood still. Why on Earth do we humans do that?!

He opened the stall all red faced and huffing starting to explain that he was dry heaving and he stops and his face flushes with an emotion I wasn?t too familiar seeing on a guy. Lust.

He grabs me and I try saying something and I find myself being pulled into the stall with him. He roughly says just shut up and pulls out his dick and tells me to turn around. I was stammering, I had fantasized about a guy doing this to me before but never with Jason?s image. He started to fumble with my belt opening my pants and rubbing my hardening dick to full mast. He kept whispering, don?t tell anyone, please don?t tell anyone. He turned me around and I started to fall forward because of the toilet and I caught myself with both hands on the back of the wall.

He pulled down my underwear in the back and quickly entered into me. First it felt like hell. If there is anyone that is straight reading this that has never had a dick up his ass, for most first timers it tends to feel like getting a plunger handle that has broken pieces of glass on the end of it dipped in hot sauce and shoving it up the back end. Well for me maybe. So that?s the first thing I?m thinking when he does this. It took everything I had in my not to scream. This guy?s dick was huge.

And so he plunged into me, animal instinct taking over, and waves and waves of pleasure overtook the both of us. I was still in pain but the white heat of that huge appendage in my ass was taking me to another place so far beyond that I have ever gone. I opened my eyes and all I saw was an orange glow. I shook my head to clear my eyes, he came more quickly than I had wanted. But I figured after beating off before I walked in didn?t help.

I still had my hands against the wall and he huffed into my ear and I could tell he was smiling. Guess I was as well. He put his arms around me in a surprising way. A way that I would never think Jason would ever hold anyone. He was holding me like a lover. It was such a surreal moment. He whispered again, please don?t tell anyone. Kissed me on the ear and left.

That's when I felt the first tremor..............

- Apologies- May 18, 2007

To the reader I must apologize for my lack of posting. Just because one wants to write a memoir does not mean the time is available to dictate one?s memories onto paper or in this case a web site. But I do feel very responsible for my lack of communication with you. Cliff hangers are never good when the lack of time to finish one?s tale gets pushed to the bottom of things to do and the reader suffers. I do hope the following will make up for my thoughtlessness.
So I shall continue??.

-1- High School Tales II

That?s when I felt the first tremor. It rocketed through my brain into my body so quickly I was locked into place with my pants down, my cock hard, my ass still burning and my face locked in a fit of pleasure. The only thing I could move were my fingers and I was slowly losing my grip on the wall, slowly falling backwards. My nails were always manicured so trying to grip anything with my fingers was useless. My mind kept reeling on the thoughts that I was experiencing a possible stroke or heart attack. Panic welled up instantly along with a slight case of claustrophobia, nausea and vertigo.

Although I could not change my expression, inside I was screaming for help as the feeling of falling unknowing what I was going to hit or when I was going to hit it was forthcoming in an undesired speed. My back hit the stall door and swung open and my fall continued. When I slammed into the ground I was able to grunt. I was expecting a dirty, possibly wet, tiled floor of a typical High School bathroom, but instead was met by hot, dry sand.

The sand that my body kicked up swirled with the wind of wherever I was and some settled in my eyes. Being unable to move and react to this made me want to scream because the sand instantly irritated my eyes. The ?sun? shined directly into them but slowly that changed when a figure appeared.

No. That isn?t right. When one says ?a figure appeared? you instantly think of a normal man/woman?s body. This was not the case. This being was big. Think larger than huge but not so huge that it would be unbelievable. I could tell it was a ?man? of some sort. With the sand stinging my eyes it was difficult to focus or to retreat in complete and utter fear.

The closer he got to me, the cooler I felt because of his blocking the sun. Just when he was coming into focus??..

?Brandon!?

??..a 2nd ?figure? came into view?no?.that?s not right?I think it might be a man???

The voice echoed in my ears but I could not see anything. My eyes were closed. When I opened them I was looking up at those cheesy florescent lights that so many offices use except they were cycling into different colors. I kept flipping back and forth from the desert to the room. My head was throbbing, my ass was throbbing and to top that off my clothes were constricting, I felt like my body was burning up and my eyes felt irritated.

??I felt a hand touching my face..it was dry and strong?I think it said my name??..glowing orange?..
I then focused on the face of the woman saying my name. Looking at her was strange. I didn?t see her face. I saw blood vessels and muscle. There were strange things happening beneath the layer of skin she should have on her face.

?Brandon, you have to stay awake. You need to talk to me. Brandon, can you hear me??

Her voice sounded strange. I heard myself breathing hard.

I felt I was moving and I was back in the desert being dragged upon the sand then being lifted up on to a table being tied down.

Back into the building the nurse was telling the student that helped me into her office to call 911. ?He?s burning up, quickly!?

Back where the other part of me was being roughed up, my sleeves being ripped off. Two towering men that looked more like walking eclipses filled my vision each holding??..

?He?s convulsioning?..hold him while I put this??..?

?.something glowing red. You see the heat refracting the image around them?where they???.

?mouth?Adam, go wait outside for the ambulance and show them??.?

?..some sort of branding iron?

??.all red likes he?s been in the sun too long! How do I know I can?t get him to stay conscious???

One behemoth nodded to the other?.I was in such a daze.

???.please stand back?wow he?s emitting a lot of heat??.?

It took a second for me to feel the burning on both my arms. When my brain finally knew something was not right??..

I sat up in the room screaming my sleeves catching fire! I kept screaming, everyone was frozen not able to move, or where they moving slow motion like, the nurses eyes were bulging with a look of horror??..I saw a glimpse of myself..where?d I get those pecs??????????????.

When I woke up I was in the hospital. There was a very annoying stinging coming from both of my arms. My mother was there sleeping holding onto my left hand and my father passed out near the window to my right. I felt hot and sweaty still seeing a faint glow of orange. I shook my head which made the rest of my body move which in turn woke me up to the fact that my skin was in so much pain, I cried out a little.
My mother jumped up from the seat, ?Oh my God! Brandon!? She touched my face and ran out of the alerting the nurse. I set my head back on the pillow. Quickly noting that my ears where touching something that I didn?t have to much of before. My Traps.


III

-Intro- August 15, 2007

Dear reader?.There is no excuse for my lack of writing. Sometimes I get so caught up with my new body it?s hard to concentrate on one thing. I shall now continue.


III ? The Hospital Suite

Part 1: Changes

I must have passed out again, or did I slip back into the coma? When I closed my eyes I didn?t go back to the desert world, although I could still smell the searing skin. When I did awaken again, I was alone in the room, but my Mother?s purse was on the seat by the window. Knowing her she was probably pacing back and forth and driving the hospital staff crazy. There was no sign of my Father.

My arms were hurting but not too much, I looked over to my right and I could see a little blood on the wrap, nothing major. It must be from the wounds. Could you call what I have on my arms wounds? I want to see what kind of marks were made but just moving my arm hurt like hell. I kept staring at my arm. The wrap that was there was clinging to a much larger arm than I have ever had. My forearms were exposed and I could see they were much different than before. No only were they muscled but the veins stood out, think veins. I clutched my hands?wow they?re bigger too..and the muscle tensed up. This made my upper arms start to throb so I stopped for now.

When I pressed the button I heart a voice saying something, then I heard my Mother?s voice. It was excited and the more I listened the more I could hear her footsteps as she ran. The nurse had just walked in when my Mother pushed her out of the way. The nurse yelled out ?Hey!? my Mom just ignoring the fact that she just pushed the nurse into the wall.

?Oh my God, Brandon!? She was weeping. She was holding my hands and I felt them shiver. ?Thank you, Jesus! Thank you!? The nurse walked up behind her and gently moved my Mother out of the way. ?Ma?am please let me attended to the patient. The Doctor is on his way? She gestured to the chair with the purse, ?You are more than welcome to wait while we look over your son.? My Mother nodded and stepped away eyes welling up with relief.

As the nurse started her inspection of fluids and general questions, I felt something stir in my stomach, like a tingling of sort and I started to feel myself fall, but not like before. I was more in control this time. The colors of the room started to swirled around causing me to get dizzy, I had to set my head back a little before I threw up. The nurse was talking to me but I couldn?t hear her at first but the feeling started to pass. From her mouth a red colored flare shot out with each word. Her eyes giving off a fait blue as they darted around checking my vital signs and stats. But the color surrounding her head was orange?as if?.

Dr. Santos entered the room, a thin Hispanic man that showed the years of late night operations etched into his face in the way of stress lines. He started taking tests, blood pressure, lungs, ears and then my eyes. As the doctor was checking my eyes, the light from his flashlight was black in my vision like a sudden eclipse that you can?t stop staring at knowing that it could burn your eyes, but it was so...That?s when I saw an orange glow starting to form around his head as well. He was asking me if I heard him. I felt my mouth emit a yes, but it didn?t sound like me. I looked over at the nurse and she still had the glow around her eyes and head. I asked for some water. I saw different colored glows from various parts of their bodies. But right now the brightest glow was from their head and eyes. What was I seeing? I closed my eyes and shook my head and the feeling was gone and when I opened my eyes back up everything was back to normal. When the nurse returned she and doctor looked at each other when she handed him the water?a color started to emit from her vaginal area?.I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples.

They ordered some test to be done, asked too many questions and told me that for the time being they weren?t going to allow me to leave the hospital until they look further into my health. Too many things were happening too fast. I still don?t know what the hell had happened to me.

The nurse turned to my mother and said that she needed to bathe me and of course my Mother was about to object on the request of her leaving, but she saw me and I nodded. So she reluctantly left.
III ? The Hospital Suite

Part II ? Particles

Her name was Nancy. Nurse Nancy. When she said her name she sort did a rolling of the eyes and a slight laugh. She explained to me that she hated the fact that her name (along with her title) sounded something out of a B-Movie from the 50?s. If I was to guess her age, I?d make it around 45. If she was older it would have shocked me. She must have been striking in her earlier years.

She noted that after she had bathed me we would have to change the dressings on my arm. She saw that I flinched at this announcement and told me that it would just take a minute or two and that she could give me something afterwards if the pain was too much to handle.

She washed my face first with a cloth that smelled of a slight perfumed soap. I didn?t know where my eyes should be directed to, and I didn?t want to stare at her, so I opted on just closing them and to just focus on relaxing. She gently washed my entire face as if she was painting a portrait. She moved down to my neck and shoulders, down my back, her hands strong but gentle, and back up to my shoulders to each arm, avoiding any sensitive area that may inflict pain on the bandaged areas.

When she got to my chest I began to feel aroused. I was a teenager after all, at that period in my life anything could make me excited. Plus with the added muscle on my body, well it was an instant turn on to see my newly muscled pecks and abs glisten in the soft glow of the muted light the room was providing. But this feeling was amplified and was different from my past experiences. It was an arousal that cannot be explained very easily. Think when you?ve sat down on the ground too long and your leg or foot falls asleep. Now along with that tingling feeling add a smidge of lust and the need to hump anything that comes near and it comes pretty close to what I was feeling.

It was so erotic that I sucked in my breath and she at first stopped, I opened my eyes and the room was flooded with swirling colors, and I looked at her and her lips were glowing red, her hands a muted orange, her breasts pulsed with yellow, orange and red. But it was her vaginal area that was bright white and looked like one of those TV stations where it?s all static snow. She asked if I was okay and I nodded yes. She told me to lie back down and she would finish the rest of me. I shut my eyes and opened them back up hoping the colors were gone. They were not.

When she lifted my gown I squirmed to try and hide my erection. She paused and when I looked at her, her mouth had turned white. Was I seeing desire in the form of colors?

She looked over at me and smiled and told me it was okay that men get aroused all the time and it was perfectly fine and I had nothing to worry about. Then I heard in a soft voice ?Wow?he definitely doesn?t have anything to worry about. What a nice cock!?

?I?m sorry what did you just say?? She shot a look at me like I had just caught her in some criminal act.

?I said it was natural for a man to have an erection when being bathed? But I shook my head.

?What did you say after that?? The colors of her body changed to a bright blue.

?I didn?t say anything after that. Now I?ll just finish up here and we can then take care of the bandages and I?ll leave you alone to rest? She went back to bathing me and shot me one more look. She was cleaning my penis quickly in its erected state to get it over with, when from within my body I felt a release. It was an orange light that pulsed out of me and when it hit Nancy, her colors shifted. She put down the washcloth grabbed my penis and started to give me a blow job.

?What are you??? My head flew back,??OH!? it was so intense. Another pulse from my body launched another assault into Nancy and she did a long moan that vibrated on my penis sending shocks of pleasure back into my body. Looking at her work my pole and seeing how much bigger it was pushed me overboard. And it didn?t take very long for me to cum.

I was looking at her when it happened and I saw my seminal fluid, a bright purple, shoot down her throat. She started to shake and as she took her mouth off of my penis a bright white beam of lust that she was carrying in her body, shot out from her mouth into my cock, my body began to shake as the particles of white overtook my body.

My body tensed and I felt an animalistic grunt charge out of my mouth. My body heated up. Then everything stopped. There was an odd silence in the room except for the sound two people breathing hard after a round intense sex.

Nancy stood there horrified. The colors had gone and she was taking in what she had just done. She was unaware of anything pulsating out of my body. She shook her head and tried to speak. But the unspeakable shame she felt overtook her ability to speak.

I had to make sure she was okay, ?Nancy?? It took her a few seconds to look at me. ?You okay?? She shook her head no, and grabbed her things and left the room. I wondered if she was ever going to be the same again, I probably would never see her again.

My head started to throb again. I felt sunshine on my flesh?.the room started to fade and the scorching desert took its place.

?Oh God. Not again?