Atomic Muscle

[Corwin]

One of my more favorite stories in Shane and His Muscle Belt by Jay Jarman (http://mgs.digital-empire.net/mgs/st...asp?StoryID=56). I began to wonder about one of the main characters, the evil Saylor, and how he came to be the way he was. I began to write a prequel to the story. It's premise is the beginning of the belts, and what if Saylor had a son that was imbued with powers from being born under the influence of the belt. How would this son react after his father had died?

Alas, alack and stuff, I only wrote part of the story. The two parts that I wrote involve the conception of the son (at a time when the belts were much weaker than in Jay's story) and the death of the kid's mother. There is some violence and sex. Since I never got to finish the story, I thought I would post it's beginnings here and let others continue the story where I leave off.

The story begins in the next posts.

--Scott

[Corwin]

It had been a year since Saylor had escaped from prison and met the
doctor. At first, he was skeptical of the doctor's claims. Who
wouldn't be? He looked down at the belt and laughed. How wrong he
was! He pulled the belt to the twelfth notch and felt the flood of
power. His clothes immediately became tighter and his arms ripped
through his sleeves. His leather pants stretched to accommidate the
dense hardness of his thighs. The doctor estimated he had the
strength of over 500 powerlifters now, and Saylor loved it. Sure, the
doctor made him use the strength to build a fortress of iron and
steel. It was to protect them from the curious. Saylor looked at the
20 foot wall he had finished the day before. It kept the doctor in,
but nothing that small could contain Saylor with his power. In a
single leap he was over the wall.

The nearest town was 20 miles away. Saylor thought the local
residents were hicks, but for his purpose, this didn't matter. He ran
to the town, and got there in minutes. The doctor had clocked him at
running over 500 miles per hour with the belt at maximum. Yet another
benefit of the belt-given strength.

The bar Saylor approached had a line of choppers in front. One bike
appeared to be specially manufactured for a big guy. It had heavy-duty
shocks and a reinforced seat. Saylor had heard about a biker
with unnatural strength on earlier trips to town. Saylor flexed his
forty inch arm and grinned. There was a sound of sparks from the belt
as his anticipation demanded more power. He brushed his fingers
through his dark black hair and pushed the door open.

Saylor entered the establishment and walked up to the bar. "Whiskey,"
he demanded from the little man serving the drinks. "Make it a
double." He heard a murmurring from the other patrons. It made him
smirk. Why shouldn't they notice him. Sixty-five inch chest tapering
to a 20 inch waist and forty nine inch leather covered thighs. Calves
like footballs and diamond hard stretching the leather to the max.
The bar-keep brought the whiskey and Saylor made a point of flexing
his huge guns as he swallowed the contents in one gulp. He slammed
the glass down with a thunderous 'boom' and declared, "Give me
another."

This had the effect he wanted. From the back of the bar a hulking
figure appeared. The man was six foot six if he was an inch. He wore
a leather vest and denim jeans. The vest was open, unable to close
around his massive chest and revealing arms that would intimidate any
man. The jeans were skin tight, showing the deep cuts in his leg
muscles as he approached the newcomer who dared invade his territory.
Hanging on his massive right arm was a busty babe that Saylor knew to
be 'his woman', at least temporarily.

The bar-keep brought the second double as the hulk arrived next to
Saylor. The guy grabbed the whiskey and downed it. "Thanks kid.
Needed that."

"I ain't no kid." Saylor replied.

The babe giggled. "He thinks he's a man, Butch. Take him down a
notch, for me," she cooed.

Saylor grinned at the babe. "Hey sexy, when I beat this little dude
of yours, I'll show you what a real man is like." Saylor grabbed his
package that was already straining the leather, begging for release.

This got to Butch. "Fuck you, asshole. No one's as tough as me!"
Butch flexed into a double bicep, each arm a good thirty-nine inches
of hard muscle. The leather vest ripped, unable to contain the lat
spread. Butch's ten pack and intercostals defined his twenty-eight
inch waist, and made the massive sixty-nine inch spread even more
impressive.

This display would have intimidated even Saylor had the doctor's words
not run through his head. "Muscle size isn't everything. The belt
changes the muscle, making it denser and harder. Even if a man could
match your size, he can't match the density of your muscles and their
ability to contract."

"Not bad," said Saylor confidently as he raised his larger biceps next
to Butch's. Saylor spread his wings and his shirt made an audible
rip, its tattered remains falling to the floor. Saylor's torso was
slightly smaller than Butch, but much more ripped. His corded pecs
hung over his incredibly small waist and his lats looked to be
comprised of thick ropes of muscle. Saylor's olive skin contrasted
with Butch's white bulk. Saylor grinned when he heard the babe utter
a soft gasp at his hard body, and the sailor's buckel around his waist
glinted briefly. "Still wanna take on these guns, little boy?" Saylor
taunted.

Butch didn't reply, but helds his hands above his head, palms open and
facing Saylor. "Take 'em down if you can."

Saylor reached up and locked his fingers around Butch's. Their
fingers jostled for position -- Butch's thick fingers pressing into
Saylor's. After several seconds, their grips firm, Butch says, "Ready
and ... go."

Both men's forearms explode into thickly veined muscles as they
tighten their grips. Butch uses his extra height and pulled his arms
higher, forcing Saylor to move closer and stand on tip toes or weaken
his grip. Saylor did neither. Instead, hardening muscles traveled
from his fingers up his forarm into his bicep, triceps, delts and
lats, muscle that Butch can't control. Butch's hands are forced back
to their starting position as Saylor stepped back and firmly planted his
feet flat on the ground.

Butch couldn't believe the strength he was feeling, and knew he needed
to conquer the kid fast. He called upon all his incredible strength
and pushed against Saylor's mighty arms. Beads of sweat trickled down
Butch's forehead as Saylor's arms began to move backward. Butch's
arms and shoulders pumped up, equalling then passing the size of
Saylor's. Butch began to smile as he strained to gain inch after inch
over Saylor.

Saylor too began to sweat. He wasn't prepared for the extreme
strength that Butch was now showing. He fought the power of the man,
but he was losing. Saylor needed more power from the belt. As his
arms became parallel with the floor and pushed slightly behind him, he
flexed his amazing torso with all the power he had. The belt crackled
and a lighting bolt tattoo on his abs glowed. Saylor's arms pumped to
forty-five inches of super dense muscle -- the largest he had ever
been. His chest expanded to 72 inches and his thighs ripped through
his leather pants. Saylor's arms stopped moving backwards and began
to push forward.

Butch couldn't believe the pump the kid was getting. Through his
fingers, he could feel the kid becoming stronger and stronger, his own
might being overtaken and conquered. He summoned all his reserve
strength, but it wasn't enough. He began to lose. Butch had never
been beat before, and the thought of a stronger man got to him. He
felt his cock begin to twitch and expand in his jeans. As he felt his
arms move backward, he flexed and pushed with everything he had, but
it wasn't enough. Soon, Saylor's massive torso was pressing against
his, Butch's arms squarely behind his back.

"Give up, wimp?" Saylor snarled. Instead of an answer, Butch
responded by raising his knee into Saylor's crotch. Saylor screamed
and broke the grip. Butch had expected to crush Saylor's balls with
his kick, instead he felt two huge nuts push aside and one very meaty
dick absorb the blast. No doubt it hurt, but the kid was obviously
quite well endowed. This turned Butch on as his own cock snaked
down his leg. Butch had never met anyone that could match his
strength, let alone his massive cock size, yet this kid appeared to be
doing both.

"You mother fuck...," Saylor cried out, but was cut short by Butch
throwing a punch into Saylor's abs. Saylor let our a gasp, but it was
butch who was surprised at the hardness of Saylor's unflexed stomach.
Butch's fist hurt.

This was the last straw. Saylor pulled himself together and stroked
the buckle of his belt. He felt his muscles strengthen beyond
anything he had ever felt before, his anger drawing more power from
the muscle belt. Butch threw another punch, but Saylor's dense muscle easily
absorbed the force of the now much weaker man. There was a crack on
contact as Butch's wrist broke, his hand hanging limp.

Saylor grabbed Butch's neck and his crotch and lifted him up. Saylor
could feel the hard pipe that was Butch's erect dick. As Saylor
tossed Butch to the ground with such earth-quaking force, he
whispered, "Does the little man like having a stronger stud beat him?"

Butch looked up in awe as Saylor dropped a huge knee on Butch's thick
abs, forcing any remaining air out of Butch's lungs. Butch cried out
in pain as Saylor flashed a huge peaked bicep at him. Butch wimpered,
"I give up, sir."

Saylor had always expected to win, but to have totally defeated and
degraded the huge man turned him on. He looked over at Butch's babe,
who was staring wantingly at Saylor. Saylor stood up, bounced his
pecs and spread his lats. He said, "You ready for a real man," as he
grabbed his ample crotch. She ran over to him, jumping to wrap her
arms around his huge muscular body and kiss his lips. Butch tried to
move, but Saylor kicked the side of his chest, breaking ribs and
forcing Butch to writhe in pain on the ground.

Saylor lowered his new woman to the ground. Kneeling down, he grabbed
the keys that hung by half-inch thick links from Butch's pant pocket.
Using his thumb and forefinger, Saylor pinched the link like it was
clay, freeing the keys from their chain. Swooping up his woman in one
arm, they left the bar.

Saylor's woman's name was Becky. She had met Butch a couple years
earlier on Venice Beach. Becky had always thought a real man had big
muscles and incredible strength. Becky knew men found her sexy, and
she dressed to accentuate her big breasts and thin waist. She loved
giving blow jobs and learned how to please a man with her mouth. Sex
was her weapon and it worked. She had dated several Mr. California's
before she met Butch. He was the biggest and strongest man she had
ever seen. She wanted him, and she got him. The first time they
fucked, she had been amazed at the size of his organ, but she took all
of him in her hot mouth, though it nearly choked her. Now, she found
someone even stronger. As she watched him out muscle her strongman,
she became wet and knew she had to have this superman.

Outside the bar, Saylor checked out his new bike. Though he was now
bigger than Butch, he knew his muscles would shrink back to their
normal huge size with time (until he needed the extreme strength
again, that is).

"So, kitten, where's our digs?" Saylor asked.

"Well, Butch and I have a pad across town."

"He's history, babe. Saylor's more man than he ever was, and you're
going to get the best." Saylor mounted the back and signaled his
woman to get on. They pulled away from the bar and she directed them
to their apartment.

Saylor parked the bike in the lot. The building was nothing special.
Row after row of apartments with little balconies outside.

"Where is it?" Saylor asked as he dismounted.

"408." She pointed to a balcony on the forth floor. "The elevator is
through there."

"Don't need no slow elevator." Saylor grabbed his woman. She watched
his powerful legs through the ripped leather pants as they propelled the
couple for a perfect landing on the balcony. It was like it wasn't
even an exertion for the power in those thighs.

Saylor slid the balcony doors open and looked at his new apartment.
It was nice for his woman.

Becky stepped next to Saylor and kissed him. He slid her t-shirt off
and removed her pants. Her underwear was wet and smelled of her cunt
juice.

"You like this muscle?" Saylor whispered as they continued to
embrace. She sighed a yes. Saylor hardened his body into a flex, and
he felt his woman shudder with nervous excitement.

Becky rubbed the hard body of her new superman, feeling deep cords of
hard muscle. She was amazed at how incredibly thin he was. She moved
her hand to his belt buckle and started to undo it.

Saylor grabbed her hand. "No one touches the belt but me," he said,
breaking their embrace.

Saylor undid he belt, and it appeared to Becky that he exhaled. He
took the belt off and dropped it to the floor at his feet. He then
pulled off the tattered remains of his pants, revealing an incredibly
thick and long dick. Becky gasped, fell to the floor, and immediately
began to suck on it.

Butch's dick had been 14 inches long and 8 inches thick, but it was
puny compared to the monster she was now trying to deep throat. Her
tongue wrapped around the monster as she sucked inch after inch into
her mouth. Saylor sighed his approval, though she wasn't able to get
more than 2/3 of the beast into her mouth.

After several minutes of sucking, she pulled back. "How big is it?
Can I meausure it?"

Saylor smirked a yes and his woman got a measuring tape. She placed
one end at Saylor's pubic hair. The tape lay on the top of Saylor's
man organ and dropped over its bulbous head. The tape measured 18.5
inches. Saylor hit a crab pose, forcing his dick to raise. The tape
moved to 20 inches.

The woman looked up and said, "Fuck me."

That's the words Saylor was waiting for. Without the belt, Saylor's
muscles couldn't charge with power, but it would be days before the
power they had would diminish. He scooped up his woman and grabbed
the belt from his feet. He carried them both into the bedroom.

The bed sagged under Saylor's muscular weight. His woman's cunt was
dripping juices in anticipation of his big organ. She was used to
Butch's big meat, but Saylor was in an entirely new league. She
screamed with pleasure as he stretched her. With each thrust, he
inserted more and more of his huge organ. She expertly guided him in,
as she felt her orgasm building.

His woman's first orgasm came when only half his dick was inside. He
felt her canal tighen as she bucked and moaned. Saylor responded to
the orgasm by making a bicep in her face. She bit into it, feeling
its hard power with her mouth. She continued to suck on his huge arms
as he inserted himself more into her. It took 15 minutes, but he
finally was thrusting his entire manhood into her. With each 17 inch
stroke, he pulled nearly out of her than forced himself back in. She
involuntarily responed with another orgasm.

Saylor felt his juices building. With is free hand, he reached down
and grabbed the muscle belt. He put it loosely around his waist. He
felt her tighten around his dick as he thrust in, pulling him closer
to his own orgasm.

Saylor had asked the doctor about the belt's effects during their
numerous sexual encounters. His woman had given good head, but the
doctor was a real expert in that area.

"The belt's energy supercharges your body. Muscles cause you to
ejaculate, so they too get strengthened by the belt. I once read a
story about Superman having sex claiming his sperm would impregnate
every woman in a 10 mile radius should he ejaculate. I doubt that
would happen with you, but if you used the belt right, I can't see how
the woman wouldn't have at least one of your children, and possibly
many. The children wouldn't have your strength, but I'm sure the belt
would have some unpredictable effect on them too."

As Saylor felt himself loosing control and about to shoot, he pulled
the belt as tight as he could. It went several inches past the last
notch. As he fired his sperm into his woman, lightning shot from his
belt down his dick into Becky. During her orgasm, she ovulated.
Saylor's belt-charged sperm sped through her on an intercept course
with the egg.

Nine months later, Becky gave birth to a son. She named him Derek.

[Corwin]

Derek's first memory was of his mother, or that's who he assumed she
was. She was nice to him, fed and clothed him. He also remembered
his father. He didn't live with him, but he came by sometimes. While
his mother was nice to Derek, she seemed different to his father. He
remembers her yelling at him, and crying. Sometimes she seemed
afraid. Derek didn't understand why, but that was the way it always
was.

The last time he saw his mother was on his third birthday. Like his
first two birthdays, both of which he remembered perfectly, his mother
seemed busier than normal. Being a child with a birthday coming up,
he thought she was busy doing stuff for him. As he grew older, he
realized he had been wrong.

The day before his birthday, a stranger showed up at their apartment.
Derek knew that his father was lots bigger than other men and way
stronger. The man that showed up, though, was big like his dad. His
mother seemed to know him. She called him Butch and kissed him and
started to cry. Derek didn't like it when his mother cried, but she
explained that she was crying because she was happy to see Butch.

His mother spoke to Butch for a long time. Butch explained that after
she left him, he was sick for a few months. Then he talked about
going to the gym. Derek knew about gyms. They were places that made
people strong like his Dad. Derek decided to listen more closely, and
he remembers everything perfectly to this day.

"I was mad, Becky. No one had ever beaten me. You know how strong I
was, but maybe you don't know why. You see, there was this accident.
It changed me. It made me strong. This chemistry guy, he said the
chemicals changed my DNA. It made me a super man. Never thought I'd
meet anyone like that kid."

"That's when I decided to get even stronger. Needed to. I had been
number one for so long, I didn't know what else to do. I went to the
gym and pushed hard. I got a stronger, but not fast enough. I wanted
more. I went back to the scientist."

"But Butch..." Mom tried to interrupt.

"Let me finish. The science dude couldn't believe how big I had
gotten. He ran some tests, took some blood, and measured me. I was
huge, but not as big as the kid that beat me up. After his tests, he
told me that the chemicals that made me strong had maxed out. Ya, I
could get a little bigger, but not much. I got mad and nearly wrecked
his lab. He got scared and that's when he told me that he had been
studying those chemicals. The things they had done to me. He
understood it. He told me to leave him, but to come back in a week.
During that week I hit the gym and got a nice pump."

"When I went back to the lab, I huge guy was there in a white lab
coat. I didn't recognize him at first, but it was the doc!"

"'Got something to show you,' he said, and took of the coat. He
wasn't wearing a shirt underneath, and his bod was almost as big as
mine. He took off the scrub pants he was wearing, and his cock was
huge like mine. Even his legs were thick and defined like mine were.
'It worked,' he said. I was getting pissed. I didn't need no more
competition, and here this guy used the chemicals on himself. He
could tell that I was about to beat him to a pulp, when he put his
hands up and begged me to stop."

"'You don't understand. I needed to test the treatment first to see
that it worked. And look!' He made a double bicep pose. 'Measure
them.' They were 39 inches. I knew mine were now 42, so I was
bigger. That made me less mad."

"'I wanted to make sure it worked. You are one beautiful man. Ever
since the accident, I dreamed about you. About your power and
strength. I could never hurt that. If this treatment didn't work,
I'd rather kill myself or worse than damage your perfect body.' This
guy had it bad for me. 'But the treatment did work. I figure, if I
give it to you, you'll became five times as strong as you are now.
You'll be invinceable.' That's what I wanted to hear."

"He gave me the shot. I stayed with him until I got your letter, then
I came here. Babe, he was wrong. I'm ten times stronger than I use
to be. Look."

Butch stood up and grabbed his shirt. It ripped like paper. Derek
thought Butch looked like his Dad, with big strong muscles. Butch
raised his arms and the big muscles looked like mountains to little
Derek. Butch said, "Sixty one inches of incredibly dense and hard
muscle. I've lifted fully-loaded Mac trucks with one hand and tossed
them over 100 yards with little effort. I'll get you away from that
creep. No way he's got my power."

"That's what I wanted to tell you," Mom said. "His power's not his.
He gets it from that belt he wears. Once, when I got him drunk, he
told me all about it. When he's not here, he lives with some doctor.
This guy created the muscle belt, and he keeps giving Saylor more
power. His arms are 65 inches the last time I measured them, and that
was six months ago. He keeps getting bigger and stronger and
stronger."

Butch looked bewildered, like he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

Mom continued. "That's why we got to get the belt away from him.
Without the belt, he gets weaker. You can beat him. You can kill
him." Mom started to cry, and Derek ran to his room. He didn't want
his Dad to die.

When Derek woke up on his birthday, Butch was still there. Butch was
wearing a white muscle shirt and blue jeans, and Derek thought how he
looked smaller than his Dad did. Butch told Derek that they were
going to play hide-and-seek, and not to tell anyone Butch was in his
room. Butch helped Derek get dressed, and Derek asked Butch if he
could feel his muscles. Butch laughed, and let Derek hang off his
tree-trunk arms and punch him in his steel-hard stomach. Derek liked
how strong Butch was. It was just like his Dad.

Soon, Derek heard someone outside. It was his Dad. Derek wanted to
run out of the room, when Butch blocked the door. "Remember,
hide-and-seek. Don't tell him I'm here. It's a surprise." Derek
smiled and nodded his head, and Butch let him out. He ran and his dad
caught him and threw him into the air, then hugged him and let him
down. Derek loved his Dad.

It seemed to Derek that his Dad played with him all afternoon. Derek
had almost forgotten about Butch, except when he would catch a glance
of Butch peeking out of his bedroom door. Derek's Mom and Dad seemed
to be getting along. There wasn't the yelling he had heard on
previous visits. Derek's Mom was even apologizing for being mean
to his Dad in the past. His Dad seemed happy.

In late afternoon, his Dad said, "Hey little man, why don't you go
play in your room for a while. Your Mom and I would like some private
time." Derek pouted. "Just for a while sport. Then the three of us
will go out and get something to eat and have some birthday cake. OK,
sport?" Derek nodded yes and went into his room.

Butch was waiting for him, but didn't seem like he wanted to play.
Derek sat down with a coloring book and played by himself, while Butch
stood next to the door. They could hear Mom and Dad making
lovey-dovey noises. His Mom sounded real happy, telling his Dad how
big and strong he was. He heard them making kissing noises.

"Want me to get bigger for you baby? I'm kinda small now. Only got
about 45 inches on these guns."

"Oh hon, you don't gotta do that now. I wanna see something else."

"Oh. Oh ya."

Derek heard a thump, like something heavy hitting the floor. Then
Butch suddenly pushed the door open and flew out of the room. There
was some scuffling and Dad's belt came flying into Derek's room and
hit the wall, leaving a big dent. Derek started to cry and ran out of
his room.

In the living room, Derek saw his father half lying and half sitting
on the floor. Butch was standing over him, arms akimbo, and his Mom
was behind Butch.

"Remember me, wimp?" Butch said to Saylor. "You don't look so tough
now, do you? Here, let me help you up." Butch reached down and
grabbed Saylor under the arms and lifted him to his feet. "Kinda
light. You lose weight or something, little guy? Oh, I forgot. I
grew a bit since we last met. Like 'em?" Butch made a huge double
bicep pose. "Sixty fuck'n inches. I heard you tell the little lady
you got 45s. Kinda puny, huh. Ah wait, where are my manors. I
forgot to greet you real proper, with a hug."

Butch walked toward Dad and Dad swung at him. Butch caught it, and
shook it. "Yes sir, Saylor, I've been looking forward to seeing you
again too." Butch then pulled Saylor forward into a bear hug. Saylor
flexed his huge muscles, and Butch grinned. "Yes sir, nice hard body
you have there friend."

Derek stopped crying and watched as his father flex. Derek liked it
when his father spread his wide lats and made his chest huge mountains
of muscle. No one was stronger than his Dad. But Derek noticed that
Butch did look bigger, lots bigger. And his Dad was struggling to
keep his muscles pumped out. It looked like Butch was pushing his
Dad's muscles back into him, forcing his Dad to be small. His Dad
seemed to be having trouble breathing.

"Hey, friend, you know those hard muscles. They seem to be getting
kinda mushy. Guess these big muscles of mine are harder than yours,
huh? You like feeling them against you? Here, let me show you how
hard my muscles are. I ain't even trying yet." Butch flexed harder,
and Saylor's flex weakened. His wide lat spread was dented by the
mountainous arms of Butch. Saylor's huge pecs were flattened and
forced concave to make room for Butch's undentable chest.

Derek couldn't believe what he was seeing. His father's face was red
and his body was going limp. His Dad was weazing, unable to breath.
When Butch finally let go, his Dad fell to the floor, barely
conscious. Butch put his foot on Derek's Dad's back, forcing him to
the ground. His face turned red, unable to breath with the crushing
force of Butch's thigh. His Dad passed out.

Butch walked past Derek and into Derek's room. He came out moments
later holding the belt. "Get some water and wake him up," he ordered
Derek's Mom. She ran to the kitchen and threw a glass of water over
Derek's Dad.

"Wha!" Saylor was startled and dazed. He saw his son, tears running
down his face, then the bitch that was the kid's mom holding a glass.
His face was wet. Standing next to the left of him was the man that
was beating him. He reached for his belt, but it wasn't there.

"Need this, wimp? Ya, Becky told me all about it. She also told me
how you've been abusing her, keeping her hostage here to your whims.
Do ya like beating up on people smaller and weaker than you? Well, I
ain't none of those, 'specially when you don't have this belt."

Saylor reached for the belt. It seemed to want to come to him, but
Butch's grip held tight.

"Wonder what it would do for me? Think I'd look good with stronger
muscles?" Butch flexed the arm that held the belt, his sixty inch
bicep forcing his fist to move up and out of the way of its power.
"Ya, I think these peaks could use a few more inches, don't you?
Becky here says you've gotten up to sixty-fives, and these here aren't
that big. Yet." Butch stressed the 'yet' so it sounded like the
threat that it was. He lifted his muscle shirt wrapped the belt
around his waist and began to loop it through the buckle. The belt
made a slight crackle that Saylor recognized as meaning it was charged
and ready.

Saylor made one last reach for the belt, but Butch was ready for him.
As Saylor's raised himself, Butch's foot smacked him in the chest,
knocking his breath out, flipping him over and knocking him on his
ass. Only his still substantial muscle saved him from broken ribs.

"Now, let's see what this baby can do." Butch pulled the belt. As it
passed the first knotch, bolts of power shot threw Butch's body. His
ten pack thinned as his chest and back expanded, shredding the muscle
shirt. His arms grew larger and the seams on his jeans began to pop.
As he passed the second knotch, those seams couldn't take the pressure
of his more massive thighs and burst. By the third knotch, Butch was
wearing only the belt and his white BVDs. They were also straining to
contain massive glutes and a snakelike dick. Butch continued to pull,
as waves of power caused his muscles to expand more. Butch muttered,
"fuck ya" as he felt stronger and stronger as the power infused his
body. He stopped on the fifth knotch.

"Whoa man, that was one wild ride. How'd I look." Butch flexes into
an amazing crab pose, he lats forming a huge triangle to his narrow
waist. The width of his back push his monsterous arms away from his
sides. His pecs were like half basketballs, and pushed his arms so
far forward it was amazing he could reach around them. But he could,
as his flexed arms were wider than most men. The seperation in the
muscles of his thighs formed deep values.

"Butchy, I've never seen so much muscle." Becky squealed. Derek
thought his Dad could be bigger, if he wanted. In fact, it made Derek
mad that this Butch took his Dad's belt.

Saylor tried to look cool, but there was terror in his eyes. Without
his belt, his muscles were weakening. Now Butch not only had his
original strength, but it was multiplied by the power of the belt.
Butch now had red "S" tattoos on both delts, and a yellow lightning
bolt over his brick-like abs. These tatoos were signals of the power
the belt was supplying him, power that was rightfully Saylor's. As
Saylor looked at Butch, he had to admit the belt had never made him
that big. Butch was fantastic, and Saylor couldn't even imagine how
strong he must be. He knew, though, he was about to find out.

Becky walked over to a table, and pulled out a tape measure. Butch
indicated to throw it to Saylor. "Measure 'em!" he commanded.
Saylor started to stand, but Butch was above him. With his pinky, he
pressed against Saylor's back, stopping him from rising. "Crawl!"

Saylor had no choice. Though it was only his pinky, it felt like a
ton of bricks on his back. He took the tape from Becky. Butch knelt
down and flexed a huge bicep that totally covered Saylor's face. He
tossed the tape around it, and lined the edge up to a number. It was
between ninety and ninety-one inches. Saylor gulped and read the
number.

"Hey, babe, didn't you say this guy only got up to sixty-five? These
cannons dwarf his puny guns." Saylor saw that Butch's arm was a good
three feet tall, and almost a foot wide. "Bet they're damn hard too.
You think you're stong, don't you puny. Try and crush them."

Tentatively, Saylor removed the tape and placed his hand on the peak.

"I said squeeze!" Butch shouted.

Saylor's forearm bunched into sinewy muscle, and he squeezed with all
his might. There was no effect on Butch's arm. Saylor's muscles
began to cramp as the titanium hardness of Butch's muscles held his
grip at bay. Without the belt to replenish his strength, Saylor felt
his grip weakening against the unlimited power that was now owned by
Butch.

"Now my turn. Flex 'em!" Saylor's eyes widened at the order, but he
had not choice. Saylor raised his right arm and flexed. He figured
it couldn't be more than forty inches now. Butch was forcing him to
use his energy reserves, and his shrinking mass was the result. Butch
rubbed his hand over Saylor's gun, then pinched it between his thumb
and pink, and crushed the muscle with no apparent effort. Saylor
screamed in pain, but Butch only grinned. He crushed Saylor's
weakened arm for another few seconds before he let go.

"Hey, man, I remember when I thought your muscles were big and hard.
Now they're baby soft. Not like these." He flexed his tricep into
amazing hardness.

Saylor needed to escape. He made a break for the window, but Butch was
faster. He grabbed him and slammed Saylor into the wall. Butch
pushed his index finger into between Saylor's pecs. Though Saylor
pushed with all the might in his body, he couldn't move. Butch's belt
crackled with power. "You ain't going no where, wimp. I'm bigger,
stronger and faster than you've ever been, and I'm going to make you
pay for what you did to Becky. Now, go to sleep." With his free
hand, he flicked his index finger into Saylor's skull. It was the
hardest punch Saylor ever felt. As he lost consciousness, he remember
seeing the anger in Derek's eyes.

[Corwin]

When Saylor came to, he was on the floor seated next to a wall. He
tried to move his arms, but they were bound to his sides. He looked
down, and saw that steel I-beams had been wrapped around his chest and
legs. It held his arms firm to his sides. He tried to bend his legs
to stand, but he couldn't bend the beam around his legs. He was
trapped.

As his head cleared, he could hear Butch and Becky in their bedroom.
Becky was such a muscle slut, he should have known that she'd want to
bed massive Butch as soon as possible. He looked toward Derek's room,
and noticed his son peaking out the door. As soon as their eyes met,
his son came running to him.

"Daddy!" Derek said, but Saylor hushed him.

"Whisper boy. Don't want Butch to hear you," but they hadn't.
Becky's screams and moans had drowned out Derek's shout. "What
happened after I was knocked out?" Saylor asked.

"Mommy and the mean man talked. Then the mean man jumped off the
balcony like you do, but he jumped up and over like he could fly.
Then he came back with those metal things and wrapped them around you.
Are they made of clay, Daddy?"

"No Derek. He's just very strong."

"Not stronger than you, Daddy. You're the strongerest."

Saylor chuckled. "Not anymore. The bad man has Daddy's belt, and
he's using it to be stronger than me."

"Oh, he took the belt off when he went into the bedroom with Mommy."

"He did?!"

"Ya. Mommy told him to pull it tighter and he did, then he took it off."

"Do you know how tight he pulled it?"

"Ya, I counted. He made it go to the eighth hole. I can count bigger
than that. His body got all big and puffy, then they went into
Mommy's room and he put the belt on the back of the door."

Saylor thought for a second, then said, "Little man. Daddy's in
trouble. The bad man wants to hurt Daddy. He took Daddy's belt, and
I need it back. Do you think you can get it for me without the bad
man seeing?"

"Sure Daddy. I don't like the bad man. I don't like what he did to
you. You gotta beat him up, and I want to help. I'll be real quiet
and get your belt." With that, Derek ran down the hall to Becky's
room. The moans coming from the room didn't change, as Derek came
running back down the hall with the belt on his shoulder.

"Isn't that heavy little man?"

"Nah. The belt likes me." As Derek said that, the belt made a slight
crackle. Saylor knew his belt weighed over a hundred pounds. The
Doctor needed to make it heavy to hold all the power. Saylor had
thought Derek would need to drag the belt down the hall, but his son
treated it like it was just an ordinary belt. He knew Derek was a
special child, smarter than other kids. Apparently, he had some
affinity with the belt, but Saylor didn't have time to worry about
this now.

"Bring it here son. Good. Now, can you get it around my waist?"
Saylor flexed his abs and forced himself away from the wall. He could
barely move, the I-beam was so heavy and Saylor was weakening, but he
forced himself. Slowly, he managed to straighten an inch or so, but
it was enough. Derek's small hands reached behind his Dad, and he
threaded the belt around Saylor's waist. "Good boy. Now, can you put
the leather through the buckle?" Derek smiled. He was helping his
Dad and together they would beat the bad man. Derek slid the leather
through the buckle.

Saylor took a breath. Now the hard part. Saylor forced his arm near
the belt buckle. Slowly, his fingers got the end of the leather. He
forced his hand to get a good grip. Then he pulled. Hard.

The buckle crackled and the power returned to him. His depleted
muscles began to harden. As he forced the buckle past the second
notch, he began to grow. The I-beam tried to contain his mass, but
Saylor would have none of it. He pulled harder, getting past the
fifth then the sixth notch. The beam began to bend. Saylor flexed,
demanding more power from the belt. He pulled it past the tenth
notch. He spread his legs and the beam holding them shattered.
Saylor stood and the beam holding his arms twisted as his arms pushed
free. He buckled the belt on the last notch. He rubbed the buckle
and flexed his now sixty-eight inch arm. The muscle power flowed
through him again.

Saylor looked around. The I-beams had crashed into the floor,
breaking a hole into the apartment below. The sounds from the bedroom
had changed to confusion and people rushing. In seconds, Butch
emerged, a towel wrapped around his waist. Becky was right behind
him.

"What the fuck is goin' on out here? How'd you get that belt back?"
Butch yelled, his exteme muscles tensing in anticipation of a fight.


"Does it matter?" Saylor mocked, flexing into a super-striated crab
pose. It was meant to intimidate Butch, but it didn't. Butch was
huge, even bigger than when he knocked Saylor out. Saylor knew his
only hope was thgat now Butch lacked the power of the belt to feed his
muscle. Butch was bigger and stronger, but it wouldn't last without
the belt. Saylor's problem was making sure he survived that long.

Saylor lunged at Butch and through his hardest punch into Butch's
stomach. It was like punching a mountain of solid rock and nearly
broke Saylor's fist. It only made Butch mad, as he instictly whaled
an incredibly powerful blow into Saylor's chest. The blow was
powerful enough to send Saylor flying through the balcony's glass
door. Saylor began to fall the four stories to the ground. The belt
crackled as Saylor righted himself in the air to land on his feet,
cracking the asphalt as his powerful legs absorded the impact of his
fall.

"Damn, can't let that happen again," he muttered as he cleared his
head. He looked up and saw the hole in the side of the balcony that
he created. Derek was standing by it, and Saylor had a thought.

"JUMP!" he screamed to his son. Without hestitation, Derek leapt
from the balcony. Saylor jumped and caught his son in mid-air, and
the two landed safely. "Run behind those trees over there. I'll get
you when I'm through."

"I love you Daddy," said Derek as he obeyed his father's instructions.

Saylor walked to the building. The balconies were supported by beams.
Saylor grabbed the corner beam, and ripped it from the building. He
quickly went to the next beam, and did the same. In less than 15
seconds, he had destroyed the supports holding up the balconies.
Saylor rubbed the buckle of the belt and threw himself against the
side of the building. Weakened, the entire side of the building
collapsed. He heard people screaming, thinking an earthquake was
destroying the building.

With the wall destroyed, Saylor could see the main supports for the
building. He approached the thickest supports. Wrapping his arms
around it, he squeezed. The metal fought him, but he was tougher.
The thick support cracked, then deformed under Saylor's muscle stress.
As Saylor squeezed, the beam became thinner and thinner. The weight
of the structure on top began to force the weakened support lower.
Unable to support the building's weight, the remaining supports began
to buckle. Figuring the direction of the fall, Saylor let out a
primal scream and pushed on the beam. Saylor jumped clear as the
building crashed and disintegrated into a heap of metal, glass and
bricks. The screaming of the people inside stopped. The dead don't
scream.

Saylor's belt crackled as it replenished the power in his body. The
rubble of what was once an apartment building smoldered and there was
a smell of gas in the air. Suddenly, there was a groan from the
rubble, then an explosion. From the smoke, Saylor saw Butch walking
toward him. He carried Becky, who was unconscious but breathing.
Butch was noticeably smaller than he was in the apartment, but still
much larger than Saylor.

"I'm gonna kill you!" Butch put Becky down and launched himself with
incredible thigh-power, fists first into Saylor's body. Saylor
struggled, but Butch was still much stronger. Butch pinned Saylor's
arms to the ground, and Saylor estimated that Butch's arms were at
least 20 inches bigger than his. That was substantially smaller than
the 35 inches they use to be.

"You think you can hurt this body with steel and concrete? No way
man! These muscles are harder than any damned building. All I had to
do was flex my wings and I shelter Becky, but a damned brick hit her.
When I'm through killing you, I'll get her to a hospital." Butch
stood up, lifting Saylor over his head and threw him into the heap of
rubble. Saylor flexed his body into steely hardness. His belt
crackled as his muscle protected him from the rubble. Quickly getting
to his feet, he grabbed a slab of wall. It must have weighed over a
ton, and launched it where Becky lay.

"NO!" Screamed Butch as he launched himself, intercepting the
projectile and letting it shatter against his body.

"Let's see how long he can keep that up!" Saylor thought, as he
launched another multi-ton chunk of building. Then another. With
each, Butch let the concrete shatter against his near-invulnerable
muscle. Saylor managed to get off ten throws before Butch turned
around and caught one. He threw it as Saylor threw another rock, and
the two collided in the air. The smoke around Becky had cleared
enough that he could see Butch again. As he suspected, the exertion
of each impact had weakened him. He was now nearly Saylor's size.

Saylor made his move. Grabbing a five-ton hunk of building, he ran
toward Butch. Butch grabbed Saylor, but it was not longer easy for
him to contain the belt-wielder's power. The fighters were
chest-to-chest, as Butch tried unsuccessfully to break Saylor's grip
on the multi-ton piece of wreckage. Saylor poured his power into the
fight, forcing Butch to call upon all his strength reserves. Saylor
could feel the man weakening. Suddenly, Saylor dropped the wreckage
hitting Butch's powerful back. The blow caused Butch to release
Saylor.

"What's the matter, big man? Not feeling so strong anymore? I'm
justing getting pumped!" Saylor taunted, picking up the unbroken
wreckage and tossing it at Butch. "Here, catch."

The hurling mass was headed straight for Butch's chest. Instintively,
he moved is hands to catch it. The force of the throw caused him to
step back, nearly crushing Becky's unconscious body. Taking a deep
breath, Butch hurled the wreckage back at Saylor, but it fell just
short.

Saylor grabbed the biggest peice of wreckage he could find. It was
double the size of anything he had thrown before, and must have
weighed twenty tons. Saylor's belt crackled, feeding his arms power
to lift the mass. Still, Saylor could barely move it.

Butch watched as Saylor approached with the wreckage. "NO!" he
screamed, as he fought with Saylor over Becky's body. "You can't. I
won't let you hurt her."

"Fine, " said Saylor, a grin coming across his face. "Here." Saylor
let go of the wreckage. What had been a fight for control of the
massive weight was now Butch's fight to hold. His huge arms bulged.
Saylor made a bicep, and placed it next to Butch's. Butch was now
slightly smaller than Saylor.

"Man, that thing looks heavy. Glad you got those big muscles, aren't
you, eventhough it looks like these guns are bigger than yours now.
Ya know, I thought that was almost too heavy for me. Hope you don't
drop it."

Butch said nothing, concentrating on holding the mass so it didn't
fall on Becky. Beads of sweat began to trickle down his face. He
tried to take a tentative step away, but he nearly fell. The mass
slipped an inch. Butch cried out and stopped it.

"Man, you look like you're getting tired." Saylor picked up a piece
of bent steel and tossed it into the air. It landed on the mass,
causing Butch to nearly drop it on Becky.

"Whoa, man. What's the matter? Can't a powerhouse like you deal with
a little more weight?" Again, Saylor flexed his arm next to Butch's.
Butch was significantly smaller now, his once mighter body returning
to its normal size. Saylor guessed Butch's arms were now only 64
inches, compared to his 68 or 69 inch cannons.

"Ya gotta help me. Can't let her die this way," Butch grunted as he
began to loose control. The weight sank lower. "This is between you
and me, not her. Arghhh..." Butch fell to one knew, trying to brace
the weight. His massive body was now almost normal. He could feel
the enhanced power leaving him.

"Really? She set me up. You both did. You wanted my power and tried
to steal it. You lost, and now you must pay. Why should I care if
she dies. I've killed before and I'll kill again. With the power I
got, who's gonna stop me. Certainly not a puny fuck like you."
Saylor rubbed the belt buckle. He bounced his pecs and flexed his
ten-pack abs.

Sweat was pouring off Butch. His strength was failing, and he
couldn't hold the slab any longer. With a final effort he tried to
push it away. He failed. The slab fell, crushing his leg and Becky.
Butch cried out in both emotional and physical pain. Saylor stood
over him, smiling.

Suddenly, Derek came running over. "Daddy. You won! You beat the
bad man! I knew you would!"


Crying, Butch said, "But your mother's dead."

"But my Daddy won! Daddy, will you take me home with you now?"

Saylor's smile broadened. He looked at Butch, who was appalled.
"He's Daddy's boy," said Saylor.

Saylor picked up the slab that had crushed Becky. He dropped it on
Butch, who didn't even try to move.

He and Derek left, not looking back.

[muscl4life]

Twelve years had passed since Derek moved in with his father,
the mighty saylor. Actually, Saylor and Derek barely see each other,
becasue the muscular fathe always was out searching for new preys, huge muscle men who were pinned to the ground and humiliated by Saylor's unmatchable power.

That was only the slightest changes occurred in his personallity, over the years, Saylor had changed so drasticaly that Derek barely recognized the caring, loving father he once knew.

Although Saylor became each time stronger, more muscular and powerful, he paid each time less attention to his son, and it really made poor Derek feel terribly alone in the island where he lived along with Saylor and the miserable old doctor who had been practically enslaved by Derek's father, in order to creat stronger versions of his muscle belt.

Since they spent most of the time together, Derek and the doctor became friends, and much more than that Doc made Derek his pupil,
he taught the boy everything he knew about sicence and his amazing discoveries.

Saylor had prohibited Doctor of creating Derek his won belt,
probably because the authorital father knew Derek would surely overcome him, if he had a muscle belt for himself.

Since, Derek was conceived under the influence of Saylor's musclebelt, he had his entire DNA incredibilly altered, increased, enhanced way beyond human capabilities.

Every since he was a child, Saylor knew his Derek wasn't an average kid. With seven year old Derek could bench over 300 pounds and his muscles were bigger than most of the men Saylor captured.

When Derek turned nine, he was already stronger than Saylor,
if he wasn't wearing the musclebelt, and since then the father acted differently with his son,
he didn't want the kid to train heavy, he actually envied the giant muscles his nine year old son had developed, after all even Saylor was shocked seeing his 6 feet even son wieghing over 300 pounds in pure muscle size and definition, with a 14 inch flaccid cock between his legs.

That's when Saylor started losing it, he orederd Doc to create strnger versions of his belt, in order to make him bigger than Derek, to have arms bigger than Derek's, the father competed with his son for muscle size, but it was an unfair battle, since Derek had no belt, although Saylor always envied his son, whenever he took his belt off, he remained incredibilly muscular, still bigger then Derek's but the kid was still much stronger than his father, Saylor simply knew that.

Sicne he didn't want to upset his father, Derek almost never used his abnormal powers whenever Saylor was around, he knew it made his dad furious.

After a lot of tests the doctor realized Derek was far beyond human standards, he was actually much stronger, clever, faster, powerful and especially more muscular than any human being would ever be!

Doctor Z realized Saylor could never knew about his discovrey, for Derek's own sake, the sicentist kept his secret with him.


Four months had passed by since Shane had defeated his father, transformed his fellow doctor in one huge muscleman and lived fucking happily ever after.

The teenager was confused, he knew his father was a real bad man, who raped people and abused them every possible way, but still he cared about him, and everytime Derek watched in the surveillance camreas tapes how Shane defeated his enormous father, draggin all the muscles he had, making him look punny and old, the kid cursed the muscular Shane and his Musclebelt.
Fortunatelly,one year before the final battle,

Saylor sent Derek to another island he had ilegally acquired, where the boy would be safe and sound from his enemies, but it also meant, Saylor didn't want to see Derek near him, to avoid realizing how much bigger his son grew everyday.

Shane and the others left the island the very next week, even Doctor Z has remembered him, no one seemed to care about poor Derek. He found the place where Doc and the others had burried his father, his former huge body couldn't resist much longer without his precious muscles.

Derek prayed for his father's soul and felt sorry for not being the son he always wanted.

And so, Derek realized he was once more alone in the world! fortunatelly his father had left him everything he had stolen in many yers of his crime life, and Derek was very rich, he owned two islands and many other assets.

Also, he was incredibilly clever, he alreday had mastered everything about Doctor Z's ressearch and he actually found some points which could be imporved,

Finally Derek was only 15 years old but he is 7 feet tall and weighs 650 incredibilly muscular pounds! His chest is over 130 inches around and his arms are 90 fucking huge inches, his legs are 115 incehs, he has a 24 incehs waist and a 30 inch flaccid cock, and the boy had NEVER tried any muscle belt his entire life!
Derek searched the lab and found the notes about his capablities, he remembered how Doc commented about his amazing power, but having Saylor as father, Derek always thought he was just a normal kid, never noticing that his father only looked bigger and more powerful than him, becasue the power of the musclebelt!

The enomrous kid always wanted to try his father's belt, but he noticed it coul make his late dad very sad, and he would not like that, all his life he wanted to have his own muscle belt and prove once for all he was the strongest man in the world!
It was then he said -

"Why not? I am rich, intelligent and more powerfull than most of the world! I can reach far beyond dad! I will make my OWN musclebelt!"

It took him almost a whole year, but it was reall an incredibilly little time, given his superior intelligence, he found Doctor Z's notes and actually imporved them.
"The former versions only increased muscle size, and overall strength, I think I can go beyond that!"

Derek's plans were promising, he used his intellect to develop an updated musclebelt, which he called POWERBELT - it was three times thicker than the previous ones, and twenty times heavier, made of pure neo titanium, a new kind of high resistance metal, but with incredibilly flexibility.

Derek also worked on the energy source, his belt gathered every kind of avaiable energy in order to convert it into muscular mass, and not just that!

The 15 year old huge kid knew that his cells were better than anyother man, but he wanted more!

He developed a new system, which allowed the belt to stimulate his cells and make them even more powerful, this way Derek not only would get bigger and more musclar, but also have a new set of powers, that only his superior condition allowed him to develop.

Derek connected the belt to the nuclear plant of the secret laboratory, and the new belt was completely charged now with more power none of the previous versions together would have. Derek also worked on the symbol for his belt, but he considered that his father's symbold would be a perfect tribute, so he made a three times bigger version of the Saylor's emblem, so much bigger his belt was.

Fianlly the time to face his destiny arrived. Derek had ran lots of computer simulations and he knew the results would be amazing, but he was still afraid of them.

"TIME TO GROW!" Derek yelled and placed his belt at the 5th of his 27 notch belt.

Thunder bolts surrounded the already impressive boy.

His chest balloned incredibilly,

His legs thickned and got even more muscular

His already huge 10 pack stomach, popped out more pronounced and ridged his muscles grerw amazingly,

His cock grew harder than ever he was almost 4 feet long, 2 and a half thick!

His shoulders widened to almost 6 feet apart, and his arms! They are reading unbelievably 180 inches guns

Derek'a waist shrank down at 18 inches, when compared to his now 200 incehs chest and his 190 inches legs, it was like he had no waist, especially becasue of his enormous balls hanign in the middle of his muscle pillars.

Derek's red hair grew longer, reaching the middle of his back, and his blue eyes got turquoise shade, his skin was now tanned and he was completely smooth.

The wonderman opened his eyes and watched his image in the mirror!

"WOW! I'VE GAINED ALL THAT MUSCLE WITH JUST 5 NOTCHES!"

He thundered with his now lower voice, realzing how much bigger he had gotten - He was still 7 feet even but he had gained 350 pounds of pure muscle, which made him precisely 1000 pounds of pure muscle mass.

He flexed his guns noticing they had doubled in size, and they were longer now, almost tocuhing the ground, sp he would be able to pack even more muscle mass!

Derek noticed his cock and actually fondled the head between his cleavage, feeling how much muscle he had now!

Then he went outside and tried his new powers, he came clsoer to a huge pile of metal scrap, which shoud weigh over 100 tons, he placed his right hand under neath it and PRESSED
Soon, the enitre metal mountain was easily lifted, Adn Derek realzied how much power he had gained.

Next, he embraced the pile of scrap and crushed it, the muscles got even more ripped, he sweated more than eve, themetal kept shreding and becoming more compact, the size of his muscels augmented, and the veins got even thicker, and finally Derek made it, turining the over 25 feet tall pile into one tiny baskettball sized amount of scrap, which weighed over 100 tons.

Derek smiled, he kicked the basketball and it seemed a rocket being launched out of the planet.

The powerful kid grinned and realized he now had ultra high speed, he ran over ten miles in just one second, feeling his heart pump faster than ever, he looked at his giant cock, and started beating it at the same speed, feeling his orgasm building in stronger than ever!

When Derek finally came, huge gallons of cum, he noticed he was flying, at almost 300 feet high, he could see his lab, his airplane, everything Saylor had left him.

But at that moment, Derek noticed his father's greatest gift to him. His superior strength, beauty, intelligence and capabilities, he was the next step in evolutionary process..


"I will prove the world, my father was not a bad man, I will help mankind, with my powers, in his name SAYLOR IS BACK!"
Saying this he pulled another notch in belt and grew even more powerful, he flew into the sky searching for something he could do, something BIG, that would prove the world, Saylor was definitely back, bigger and better than ever...

NEXT

[flex4u]

totally great story

Thanks......

[beeflover2001]

Except for the murder. I've never found violence and death to be aphrodisiacs.