The Mentors Chapter 17

[florida20]

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[COLOR=#bfbfbf]Again, I apologize for mislabeling the last two chapters under the wrong heading. If you missed them, they?re hyperlinked below.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#548dd4][COLOR=#548dd4]Chapters 1 & 2[/COLOR][/COLOR]
[COLOR=#548dd4][COLOR=#548dd4]Chapter 3[/COLOR][/COLOR]
[COLOR=#548dd4][COLOR=#548dd4]Chapters 4&5[/COLOR][/COLOR]
[COLOR=#548dd4][COLOR=#548dd4]Chapters 6&7[/COLOR][/COLOR]
[COLOR=#548dd4][COLOR=#548dd4]Chapters 8&9[/COLOR][/COLOR]
[COLOR=#548dd4][COLOR=#548dd4]Chapter 10[/COLOR][/COLOR]
[COLOR=#548dd4][COLOR=#548dd4]Chapter 11&12[/COLOR][/COLOR]
[COLOR=#548dd4][COLOR=#548dd4]Chapter 13[/COLOR][/COLOR]
[COLOR=#548dd4][COLOR=#548dd4]Chapter 14[/COLOR][/COLOR]
[COLOR=#548dd4][COLOR=#548dd4]Chapter 15&16[/COLOR][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#bfbfbf]CHAPTER 17: CRACKS IN THE ARMOR[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#bfbfbf]Hayden lifted his gargantuan arms above his head in a zealous display of victory. At 6?5? and over 340 pounds, he dwarfed the competitors around him. The crowd roared with approval as he bent over, picked up the large trophy, and lifted it over his head. Flash bulbs exploded across his field of view and he heard whispers from the crowd stating he could win the Mr. Olympia without question. Hayden knew they were right. There wasn?t a bodybuilder on earth who had his combination of size and definition. Being tall should have been a burden in this sport but Hayden used it to his advantage. The runts around him all looked like midgets. Matt was there, having won his class but coming second overall, he stood sulking at Hayden?s side. Putting the trophy down, Hayden turned to his diminutive nemesis and got close. ?I win,? he whispered to the pouting man then shot the crowd a double bicep pose that again sent the them into a frenzy?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#bfbfbf]?Hayden found himself smiling as he woke, not disappointed it was only a dream. It would come true soon enough. And besides, it was better than the schizophrenic dreams he?d become accustomed to of late. He attributed that voice in his head to stress and had been effective at ignoring it since. Those dreams had a tendency to rock him to his core, though. He sat up on the couch, blanket falling off his naked torso. The couch barely contained his body and he?d struggled to find a comfortable position the night before.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#bfbfbf]The Mr. Florida competition was only a day away and the academic semester had ended two weeks earlier. With the end of the semester came the end of his life at the dorm and a beginning to his living with Cody and Reece. After the competition, he?d move back home with his parents but until then his life revolved around the university gym, eating, and this couch. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#bfbfbf]As had become tradition, Hayden flexed his body and felt for differences from the day before. His rapid development coupled with an uncanny attunement to his own body made it easy to know when he was bigger, and he was every time he woke up. His flexed bicep revealed two distinct heads and Hayden knew it was larger by the tightness of his skin. A few flexes of his chest sent earthquakes across his pecs. He had a control over them he didn?t know was possible and was able to send ripples up and down their gorged surface like a belly dancer could her stomach. His abs were a wonder of mankind and, even sitting, revealed deep gorges and thick slabs of meat. He stood, letting the blanket fall to the ground, and walked to the downstairs bathroom in only his boxer-briefs. He stopped as he caught his reflection in the living room. The twins had a mirror there that covered an entire wall and was perfect for practicing posing routines. Even without the aid of overhead lights, Hayden?s body still looked incredible. He gave the mirror a double bicep pose and watched as his lats flared out from his sides like the wings of a gargoyle. His legs were swollen oak trunks, the valleys and mountains writhing beneath his skin looking as hard as iron. He was ready for this show; the judges wouldn?t know what hit them.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#bfbfbf]He made his way to the bathroom and stood on the scale. ?322,? Hayden said as he smiled. A new personal best. The scale displayed a new high each morning since that strange dream a couple weeks ago. Whatever that voice in his head said, it seemed to press the right buttons to make him continue to grow and he thanked it for that. His arms were now 23,? only ten inches smaller than his waist. His thighs now barreled in at 36? while his chest was an insane 56.? Moving to the kitchen, he spent the next thirty minutes wolfing down food. The limited space of the twins? two bedroom townhome meant Hayden had to grocery shop every day or two. He just couldn?t fit enough food in the place. His grumbling stomach finally satisfied, if only temporarily, Hayden made his way back to the living room and began sifting through his gym clothes.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#bfbfbf]?You?re leaving a little late,? a groggy voice said.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#bfbfbf]?Yeah, I didn?t sleep well last night and wanted to make sure I got enough rest before I hit the gym. My body has been feeling a little tired lately,? Hayden said as he stood up and turned to face Cody.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#bfbfbf]?Yeah? Well maybe you should do something crazy and take the day off. You look more and more worn out each and every time you?fuck, Hayden, we?re going to have to get you some back posing trunks for the contest. The judges aren?t going to be able to concentrate with that python wrapped around your leg.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#bfbfbf]Hayden looked down at his white boxer briefs and noticed there was no need of an imagination regarding his package. Crammed as it was above his gargantuan thighs, it still took up more than its fair share of space.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#bfbfbf]?What? Is that a blush?? Cody asked genuinely shocked. ?I didn?t know you were capable of those anymore, stud.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#bfbfbf]Hayden forced the heat in his face down as he put on a pair of gym shorts and stretched a sleeveless muscle shirt over his torso. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#bfbfbf]?Well, Reece, Matt, and I will be at the gym by eight. I take it you?ll still be there??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#bfbfbf]Hayden nodded as he picked up his food loaded duffel bag and strode towards the door. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#bfbfbf]?K, well you can take my car. We?ll see you there. And remember, we?re tanning at the pool this afternoon if you want to join.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#bfbfbf]Hayden nodded again, took the keys out of Cody?s hand and opened the door. Before he closed it behind him, Hayden looked at his mentor. ?Thanks man, see you in a couple hours,? he said as he shut the door.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#bfbfbf]?You?re welcome,? Cody said to the empty room. He stared at the door for a long time before he strode into the kitchen. He couldn?t shake the feeling he?d done Hayden no favors by getting him into bodybuilding.[/COLOR]

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[COLOR=#bfbfbf]Hayden was two hours into his workout when Cody and the other two entered the gym at 8:30. As usual, his whole body was pumped and sweat streamed down his face as ?Unstoppable? by E.S. Posthumus raged in his ears. His body begged for rest as he continued to push out rep-after-rep, but he ignored its plight. Muscles bulged everywhere and his reflection didn?t even look human. That body wasn?t built by taking breaks, Hayden thought to himself. He moved from one set to the next with barely a breath in between and smiled internally when the few others in the gym spent more of their workout staring at him than working out themselves.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#bfbfbf]He turned the music up and started doing pull-ups for what must have been the twentieth time. His lats were on fire but bulged like boulders from beneath his arms. They easily hefted his three hundred pounds plus and he stopped to add three forty-five pound plates to his weight belt. He pulled himself up again and again, refusing to stop until his hands involuntarily let go of the overhead bar. Dropping the weights, he began to curl eighty pound barbells, his biceps immediately on fire yet swelling with rage. His vision suddenly blurred and he put the weights down, moving by memory to the bench machine. Instead of taking a break until his vision returned to normal he instinctively placed the pin at the max weight and performed bench presses one arm at a time. His chest exploded in fury and he saw its deep cleavage even through his blurred peripheral vision. Screaming with his final push, he stood up?perhaps too fast. His head suddenly became dizzy and his blurred vision blacked over save a single light in the distance. The light grew larger and larger and eventually overtook the blackness, revealing a crowded hallway. What the fuck, Hayden thought groggily.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#bfbfbf]Hayden knew this hallway; it was from his high school. As if in a dream, his view was forced to a corner where a crowd of kids watched two others interacting in front of an open locker door. One kid was gigantic, his muscular back cascading from each side his black tank top. He was flexing what looked to be eighteen inch guns right in front of a scared and shaking twig of a freshman. Hayden?s stomach sunk. He recognized that fear-streaked face; it was his own. Although taller than most of those around him, Hayden had been a gawky freshman. Nothing like the Adonis who had him cornered. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#bfbfbf]The crowd didn?t seem to care about the bullied kid. They all merely watched the stud in front of him; some with arousal, some with respect, some with fear. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#bfbfbf]?Stop,? Hayden ordered trying to make his way through the crowd. ?Leave him alone.? The bully and crowd both ignored him and he made his way to the ordeal with some difficulty. When he made it to the bully and his youthful self he called out again. ?I said, leave him alone!?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#bfbfbf]Hayden?s younger self suddenly looked over to the older Hayden and fear was replaced with contempt. ?What are you doing here? Fuck you! It?s your fault.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#bfbfbf]?What?? Hayden asked, suddenly confused. He turned his attention to the bully. Tall and muscular, he must have weight a solid 225 but was no match for Hayden. He put his hands of the bully?s shoulder. ?Quit messing with him.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#bfbfbf]The bully put his arm down and turned. Hayden?s blood froze and he stepped back. That body was one of a college line backer but that face was all too familiar. It was his own?at fifteen years old. The big freshman version of himself smiled wryly. You?ve fucked this kid over enough, haven?t you?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#bfbfbf]Hayden gulped, unsure what he meant. The freshman stud crept towards him. Times almost up. I?ll be coming for you soon. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#bfbfbf]Suddenly the world blurred over again and pain made its way into Hayden?s fading consciousness. He grew dizzy and felt himself falling as the world was covered in blackness.[/COLOR]

[mario2007]

Love this story, but there's too much psychology.

[bobtimbob]

No qualms about psychological aspects here. Love this story!