The Innocent Witness

[florida20]

So with all the stories about muscle growth involving the main character, I've always been curious about the innocent bystander inadvertently witnessing the change. That person has no clue about the 'why'. Figured I'd give it a quick shot.

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I was sitting in my usual seat in the back row of Mrs. Epstein?s American History class as the bell rang for first period. The dozen conversations which crisscrossed the classroom slowly died down as Mrs. Epstein began to teach. All of us were seniors and it was the beginning of March. That meant no one paid an excessive amount of attention since senioritis infected the whole class. Some didn?t even give the teacher the benefit of a glazed over expression; they gave their attention to phones or doodles. My classroom neighbor, Mitchell Powers, wasn?t even there.

Mrs. Epstein concluded her introduction of what was going to be the second half of some History Channel special which would be doing her teaching today when, to my surprise, Mitchell burst into the class. He was an average sized student: 5?10? and 160 lbs. His dark hair was shaggy but cut relatively close and his eyes were a pretty remarkable blue. He had relatively strong features that were due mostly to lankiness than good bone structure. His lips were full and prone to hanging open, giving him a bit of a stoner look. Today he seemed a little out of breath and had a small grin that wouldn?t leave his face even after he excused himself for his tardiness, made his way to the back of the class, and sat down next to me. The second he sat down, he began squirming as if anticipating something?like he expected the principal to announce he had won a million dollars any second now. Noticing my attention he turned to me, still smirking, and gave his head a little nod for hello. I nodded back and, as the lights dimmed, turned my attention to the movie screen at the front of class.

The show was about the Watergate scandal and it took about three minutes for my ADD mind to wander. As I looked around I noticed I wasn?t alone; most students were engaged in something other than the TV. Turning to Mitchell, I noticed his attention was fixed on his arm. He kept making then relaxing his fist, his eyes fixed on the small but visible muscles and tendons bouncing around on his forearm. Mitchell and I rarely spoke more than a word to each other but neither of us had any disdain for the other. We just weren?t friends. The darkness in the class was hardly absolute and I could easily see the definition in Mitchell?s forearm as he flexed the muscle. He wore a normal fitting t-shirt and had shorts on that just reached to his knees when sitting. Mitchell stopped flexing his arm and reached under his shirt, feeling his stomach. Suddenly the grin turned into a smile. He pulled up his sleeve and flexed his arm, revealing a small but defined bump.

Not bad, I thought as he lowered the cuff. Regardless, he was a little overly involved in his body to not be on something. My attention continued to jump from one person to another. Randy Gaston, head back and mouth gaping, was openly sleeping. A couple of girls in the middle of the class were passing notes like a pair of middle school kids. I sighed and turned my thoughts inward, thinking about college and the future in general. A creak from Mitchell?s desk shook me out of my daydream and I turned my head towards his desk.

Mitchell was still smiling like an idiot, and was currently bent over the other side of the desk and looking at his calves. It was like he?d never seen his body before. Looking at his shape in the dim light, I was a bit surprised at how full his shoulders looked. His traps and delts filled out his t-shirt nicely and his neck took up a good amount of the collar. How had I not noticed that? He looked like an athlete.

I frowned. It must be a trick of the light, I thought. Although not buff by any standards, I was no stranger to exercise and knew I was bigger than Mitchell. Right now, though, he looked like the one in better shape. His forearms were looking amazingly vascular and his flexed calves had a prominent diamond at their top. Mitchell straightened and acted like he was watching the show for a few seconds. He didn?t seem to notice me staring at him. Now seeing his profile, he had was looked to be a pair of good sized pecs pushing against the t-shirt. The guy never looked like he could bench press a bar let alone develop a chest like that. Any question that Mitchell?s appearance was an optical illusion was squashed when Mitchell again pulled up his sleeve and flexed his bicep. There was no doubt about it, Mitchell was getting bigger. His arm was vascular and bulbous with a baseball sized bicep rising from it. I gasped but Mitchell didn?t notice. He flexed and relaxed his arm a few times, each time making it a little bigger than before. When he lowered the sleeve again, his arms suddenly filled them up. I was one hundred percent sure there was room to spare in that shirt when Mitchell walked in.

Then Mitchell blew my mind again. Instead of being content feeling his stomach, Mitchell now lifted the bottom his shirt to look at it. I looked too. He had revealed a perfect set of abs, compact and tight. He felt them for a while, completely absorbed in himself. When he lowered the shirt, I turned my attention back to his torso. His body had now completely filled out the shirt. His collar was straining to contain his growing neck and his pecks were now actually stretching the fabric. I looked at his legs and noticed that his quads were now bulging from his bent knees. He noticed too. He flexed them a few times and within a couple moments his shorts were straining to contain his thighs. I could actually see the muscles moving beneath the fabric. I was in shock and could only stare. No one else in the class seemed to notice that Mitchell was turning into a bodybuilder in front of our eyes. He continued to expand and every visible part of his skin was beginning to show veins which only existed on active bodybuilders. Suddenly, there was a quiet ripping sound. Mitchell reached to his right shoulder and noticed that his shirt had ripped apart Hulk-style at the seam which ran across the top of his traps. The rest of the shirt looked like it would soon follow. It was so tight now that it looked painted on his body. His once ripped abs now bulged and each was clearly visible through the joke of a shirt. He heard Mitchell whisper ?oh shit? to himself.

Clearly confused at what to do next, Mitchell sat and actively thought for a few moments before getting up and leaving the room. No one on the class even looked from what they were doing as the now obvious behemoth left the class. His shorts were plastered to his ass, glutes visibly flexing as he strode away from me. A moment later, I got up and followed.

Once out the door, I saw Mitchell walking down the empty hall and disappearing into the bathroom. I didn?t care if he saw me; this was insane. I raced down the hall and entered the bathroom. Inside I saw Mitchell staring at himself in the mirror with his arms stretched and hands leaning on the sink in front of him. His triceps flared out of his arms like ribbed horseshoes and every muscle on his back bulged visibly through his failing shirt. He was still grinning at himself and if he noticed me enter the bathroom he gave no indication. Then he stood up, inhaled, spread his arms, and flexed every muscle in his upper body.

His shirt exploded.

It ripped in a dozen places and took barely a tug from Mitchell?s hand to completely fall away. The body revealed in the mirror was a thing of beauty. His body was ripped and not an ounce of fat showed under his skin. His neck and traps flared out and fell to a pair of shoulders each the size of a bowling ball. His chest bulged from his body, a huge slab of muscle crossed with striations. His arms were at least twenty inches around and flared out to make room for his new wing like lats. Abdominals of a greek statue cascaded down his frame and disappeared beneath a pair of shorts which looked ready to follow the shirt?s example. Although still fitting at the waist, his thighs filled them and now extended well past the bottom. They tapered off to a pair of calves which looked carved from granite.

Suddenly, Mitchell turned to me and his smile broadened.

?What a rush? was all he said.

[galpha567]

That was hot. (Although it would be cool if Mitchell let us in on his secret. Or shared the source of his growth...)

[Lucas88]

WOW! Outstanding! Love the detail, the perspective, the great way Mitchell explored himself as he grew, and the way the narrator was aware of his surroundings but kept being drawn back. You nailed this in a surprisingly short story.

Hope to see more from you!

[arpeejay]

Oh, I think there should be more of this! Our (nameless?) protagonist needs to interact with Mitchell in a more, uh, "direct" fashion! :-)

xoxo

Richard

[sexiscriptor]

extremely hot! is this part 1 of several maybe? :P
~Ille

[2bored]

This was cool. I like the outsider perspective. What happens tomorrow in the same class?

[rocketdog]

Really liked this. Great writing!

[ma$$86]

i like the idea of this story, is very cool and differnt, plus the story was hot to boot hahah

[peace4255]

I really liked the perspective on this one. Our protagonist doesn't really understand what's happening and doesn't immediately jump to "OMG I must sleep with him!"

Descriptions were good, too. Keep up the good work!

[TemptationIV]

Wow this story is amazing. I love the point of view, and I'd love to see more stories like this!!!

[Yachirobi]

I like this concept of seeing muscle growth through the eyes of an uninvolved person. I would definitely like to see this story continue. I don't need an explanation or sex or another growth scene (at least not right away for any of the three.) I just want to see what happens next. It's interesting that Mitchell didn't want the whole room to see, but he didn't mind our nameless hero watching.

Also, it might be cool for the nameless hero to remain nameless. The nameless narrator is an interesting trope that lets the readers fill that character in with themselves, even when the narrator is decidedly not a blank, stock character.

[latinherc]

thsi story is a must! would love to see if some can continue it

[rixxflix]

PLEASE!!! Continue

[theseventhwave]

Great story!

[xboy]

great story!