The Mentors (Chapter 14)

[florida20]

Sorry for the delay. I lost the memory key which had the mostly completed story and I've been too bummed about that to rewrite it. I'm starting to give it another go but continue to wish I had the original. Oh well, lesson learned...

[COLOR=#00b0f0][COLOR=mediumturquoise]Chapters 1 & 2[/COLOR][/COLOR][COLOR=#999999]
[/COLOR][COLOR=#00b0f0][COLOR=mediumturquoise]Chapter 3[/COLOR][/COLOR][COLOR=#999999]
[/COLOR][COLOR=#00b0f0][COLOR=mediumturquoise]Chapters 4&5[/COLOR][/COLOR][COLOR=#999999]
[/COLOR][COLOR=#00b0f0][COLOR=mediumturquoise]Chapters 6&7[/COLOR][/COLOR][COLOR=#999999]
[/COLOR][COLOR=#00b0f0][COLOR=mediumturquoise]Chapters 8&9[/COLOR][/COLOR][COLOR=#999999]
[/COLOR][COLOR=#00b0f0][COLOR=mediumturquoise]Chapter 10[/COLOR][/COLOR][COLOR=#999999]
[/COLOR][COLOR=#999999][COLOR=mediumturquoise]Chapter 11&12[/COLOR][/COLOR]
[COLOR=aqua][COLOR=aqua]Chapter 13[/COLOR][/COLOR][COLOR=aqua][/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]CHAPTER 14: CROSSROADS[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]Just remember yourself, Hayden,[/COLOR][COLOR=silver] his mother?s advice rang in his ears. Remember what?s important and keep those things close.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]Hayden shook his head to clear it, wondering if those words had been more a warning than simple advice. He stood alone in the expansive dorm bathroom, wearing only a towel low on his waste. It was ten in the evening on a Friday night and no one would be bothering him for at least three hours. Leaning on the sink counter and waiting for the shower behind him to warm up, he stared at his reflection in the mirror before him.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]His face was still youthful and soft, still barely able to grow facial hair, yet had changed over the last few months. It was more angled and masculine, the muscles which lined his jaw visible when he moved his mouth. He barely even recognized himself, his once innocent eyes now fierce and somehow?tired. He still looked like a goofy stoner when he smiled but he found himself doing that less and less. Life was too serious to smile. His hair was getting long, more shaggy; he?d been embarrassed of his curly mane his whole life but was now growing more comfortable with it. Regardless of its growing maturity, his face was still at odds with the monstrous form it was attached to.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]In the two weeks since spring break ended, Hayden put on an additional fifteen pounds and stood at 268 pounds. It felt amazing. He?s always thought adding that much muscle would feel heavy, but he now assumed that was only if you got fat. The hundred pounds of muscle he now carried only felt like raw power. He was eating more than ever, strangely hoping to add a small bit of fat to his midsection. Being a mere ten weeks from the Mr. Florida contest, he should have been doing the exact opposite. However, until he started putting on some soft weight Hayden didn?t know if he was eating enough. Starving a growing muscle could cause injury. But the only thing separating his bulging abdominal muscles from the air was a paper thin layer of taught skin. He could have competed in a show today. Steam started to escape from the shower and began to fill the room causing sweat to bead on Hayden?s giant body. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]The last two weeks had been a blur of lifting, eating, sleeping, and learning. He had little time for anything else, but he didn?t care. His workouts were maniacal; Cody had stopped trying to keep up a week earlier and now only gave him spots. The efforts showed and Hayden?s body was taken to a new level. After a half semester of covering up, the new Hayden now let it all hang out. He returned to wearing his old clothes, although now they strained at containing every inch of his body. He?d cut the sleeves off some of old t-shirts, telling himself that he did so for comfort and not vanity. Even so, he relished the stares he received while walking around on campus. Being so tall, his body absorbed a great deal of weight without looking like a caricature but his physique was still beyond what most people had ever seen in person. Staring at himself as he was, he couldn?t blame others for their awe. Hayden?s body exploded from his thick neck in a mass of veins and bulges. Slightly flexed as he leaned on the rim of the sink, his chest glistened with sweat and swelled from his ribcage as if trying to break free. He could hold two pencils under each pec break one placed between them with a solid flex. His traps bulged from his back and rose above the level of his head, making him look like the Hulk. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]Hayden sighed, remembering what he had been and saw his former self in the mirror, lean and scrawny with an innocent face and retarded grin. As he stared at his imagined reflection, his eyes grew cold and he suddenly felt angry. He had been puke, a runt with a world on unnoticed and wasted potential. He hated that diminutive clown. He was pissed at himself for waiting until now to begin this transformation; it hurt to imagine where he?d be had he started four years ago. Three hundred pounds? At least. He saw his former puny body expand in the mirror, his muscles bulging with veins forming then flaring angrily from his skin. His chest grew thick and deep as his arms swelled with tightening cables of muscle. His abdominals grew out, leaving deep ridges between them. In seconds he visualized what took eight months to accomplish. Continuing to stare at his reflection, he then imagined it growing bigger. The reflection?s body expanded in every direction, the ravines between its muscles turned into canyons as he imagined himself gargantuan in size. Arms the size of a normal bodybuilders thighs dwarfed the monsters he currently possessed as lat and back muscles writhed over each other as they expanded up and out. Within moments, a four hundred pound behemoth stared back at him, grinning unmercifully. The reflection was drunk with power, knowing its potential was unlimited.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]Look at what you could have been[/COLOR][COLOR=silver], he seemed to be saying. It was beyond what any human had ever been but it seemed so attainable.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]?I can still have that,? he whispered to his reflection. He grew aroused with the thought; his dick pushing against the fold of his towel, forcing it to drop to the floor. The reflection?s towel did the same, revealing legs that could kick over an oak tree. ?I just need to work harder.?[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]His reflection smiled as it stretched, flexing arms which had to be nearly thirty inches around. You missed your chance. You could have started this journey a long time ago and strolled through the halls of your high school with guns like these. You could have fucked any girl you wanted but you just sat on your ass and let the world pass you by.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]?I was afraid of what others thought,? Hayden said angrily and the reflection laughed harder. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]His shoulders were the size of cannonballs and gigantic traps bulged from them, making his thick, cabled neck practically disappear. Look at you, it said. You?re a puny nothing compared to me. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]His image grew serious; lowering its tree trunk arms and resting them on the sill of his world. The pain is yours, Hayden. Yours is an invisible mistress. It paused, then, as the steam began to coat the mirror, smiled. It?s not a cry you can hear at night, it?s not somebody who?s seen the light?and the image disappeared behind the condensation, leaving Hayden alone.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]?It?s a cold and it?s a broken hallelujah,? Hayden finished, remember the words Leonard Cohen often told him. Hayden dropped his head and shook with fury, suddenly feeling pathetic. The steam from the shower swirled around his naked form and, without thinking, he punched the mirror. The entire ten foot length of mirror spider-webbed and shards fell from beneath Hayden?s fist as it buried itself into the drywall behind. The wall behind the mirror buckled and sent a cascade of glass to the bathroom floor. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]Remember what?s important and keep those things close,[/COLOR][COLOR=silver] his mother called again. Hayden, his hand bleeding, felt drained and tired. When was the last time he?d spoken to his mother? Christmas break? She?d called a few times but he?d been busy. Maybe there would be time this weekend.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]Hayden wandered into the shower, letting the water cascade over his suddenly puny-feeling body. He knew what was important; bodybuilding was all there was. He would make the world shudder. That reflection in the mirror was wrong.[/COLOR]

[mario2007]

This story has gotten REALLY interesting!!!!

[mlbjock]

Originally Posted by mario2007

This story has gotten REALLY interesting!!!!

I second that thought. Whoa!

[dhalden]

Hadn't heard of this series until this chapter, read the first few lines, was intrigued, went back and read the previous thirteen chapters, and now I'm hooked.

More, more, more.

[gooooool]

yeah! bravo. please continue.

[philat99]

Are we going to see Hayden's really dark side? Looks to be intriguing!

[Aleutrius]

Love this story.

Interesting to see how Hayden's lust for size and power are quickly destroying him.

Looking good.

[gooooool]

Hey guess you are done wish you had continued or i could find your flash memory and give it back to you! If you finish the story, we are all going to be delighted.

[dhalden]

Chapter fifteen of this story was accidentally mislabeled as "The Chest 15 & 16".