The Cyclist (part 3): The Football Team Returns

[Corwin]

In early August, Mark began preparations for the return of the
football team. After last year's success, the coach was eager that
any new players take part in the experiment. The coach and Mark
agreed that there should be a couple of weeks of practice to evaluate
the players' skills and determine which would be the best candidates
for the treatment.

Mark and I continued to work out in his lab's gym. Although I was
curious, Mark didn't tell me how much I was lifting. All I could get
from him was an occasional, 'our model seems to be working well,'
whatever that means. Sometimes I objected to being his 'mouse in a
maze', but then he'd do something sweet like grab me in his huge arms
and hug me and tell me that I was his favorite 'mighty mouse'.

About a week into August I had my first opportunity to meet some of
last year's football team. I had done my now 100 mile bike ride home
from work and met Mark at the DeSoto Hall. This time was different,
however. Mark wasn't alone. Several of last year's team was using
the equipment to train. All the team members were as built as their
pictures, though Mark was as big as most of them. Then I saw two
players training in a corner. They were absolutely huge.

"Hey, Scott, let me introduce you,' said Mark, noticing I was there.
"Guys, this is another subject in the study and a friend of mine.
Scott, this is our championship team." There was a series of 'Hi's
and 'Hey's as the guys went back to training. Looking around, I
realized that I was as big as a couple of the smaller guys, but no
where near as large as the two brutes in the corner.

"Mark, is it OK if I train here still?" I asked.

"Sure. The guys won't mind," Mark said. "Besides, I could use your
help when we start training the new players."

Finishing a set of intense squats, one of the brutes in the corner
responded, "Ya know, doc, Brett and me we'll teach them the ropes.
We'll take good care of the new boys." The other, slightly smaller
guy nodded and started his own set of squats.

"Thanks Adam. I'm sure they'll appreciate that." Mark gave me a look
that let me know he had his doubts.

The guy named Adam walked over to me, his right hand extended.
"Name's Adam Pomerantz. I'm the doc's start subject, ain't that
right, doc?"

I shook Adam's hand and introduced myself.

"Ya, Scott, Adam has had the greatest reaction to the experiment so far."

"So far!" Adam laughed. He hit a most muscular pose. His white
t-shirt strained at his growing pump. Slowly it began to rip. First,
the amazing width of his back began to split the back of the frail
shirt, then his heaving pecs caused the fabric in the front to give
way. The sleeves were unable to contain his powerful arms, and the
seams of his shorts split from the force of his hard quads. Adam's
traps split the top of the shirt. He changed into a double bicep pose
and the shredded shirt fell to the ground around his legs. His torso
had no body fat, and his abs looked like cobblestones framed by
hourglass-shaped intercostals that defined his thin belly. "My bis
are over 28 inches, my legs measure 48, my waist is 31 and my chest is
90 inches when I flex these wings." Adam dropped his arms and grabbed
the massive bulge in his shorts. "Oh, and no one beats what I got in
this package, right doc," Adam said with a wink. "If you want some
training tips, see me, Scott." Adam returned to Brett as he completed
his set. They high fived each other and Adam started another set.

I decided to work chest.

After the team left, Mark seemed particularly horny. "What's the
matter, stud, all those jokes get you worked up," I said as he ripped
the bike shorts off of me. My cock had grown to 14 inches, and was
only an inch shy of Mark's massive python.

"Uh-huh." Mark said as he began to deep throat me. As my cock filled
his mouth, he tilted his head back and looked up at me. I saw lust in
his eyes.

"You got it bad, don't you?" I pulled him off my cock and lifted his
lips to mine.

"Forgot how big I actually was. Last year, most of those kids made me
feel puny. Now," I felt his body flex into amazing hardess in my
arms, "that I have this, oh god," he forced his tongue into my mouth
and kissed me hard, "I feel worthy of a man like you." We kissed
again, and I dropped to my knees. Using my power, I ripped his short
freeing his manhood. Lifting him up as he had done to me, I deep
throated his meat, sucking for all I was worth.

Coming up for air, I looked at his beautiful face. "Mark, don't put
yourself down. I care about you and the person you are. You've
always been worthy. You're body is just an added bonus." I continued
to hold him in the air, working on his mighty member. I felt his body
stiffen as he enjoyed the erotic pleasure of my mouth on his dick.

"Mighty mouse, let me suck you too," he whimpered. I lifted him
higher, then flipped him around so that his head was at my cock. He
latched onto it like a starving baby being given a bottle of milk. I
held him in that 69 position, feeling his amazing body as he felt
mine. He was giving me the amazing strength that he had, and he was
giving me his love. We climaxed together in our erotic bliss. I
carefully lowered him to the ground, and lay next to him.

"Scott, there's something I need to tell you about Adam and Brett."

"Hmmmm," I said, still numb from our loving encounter.

"Adam was one of the smaller players. He barely made the team, but
the formula worked wonders on him. It also changed him."

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"Oh, it wasn't the formula's fault. Adam was always being picked on,
then suddenly, he became the alpha male. He's twice as strong as many
of the other players, and he uses that. Over the summer, he
terrorized the kids he went to high schools with. There was some
problems with the police, but the coach got him out of it. He's the
star now, so the school is protecting him."

"And what's this got to do with me."

"I haven't told you about your progress. Scott, you're going to be
bigger than Adam. I don't know how he'll react to that. You saw him
today."

"Does he need to know?"

"Huh?"

"Look. I'm not on his team and I don't give a flying-fuck about
football. I'm no threat to him, and you don't have to tell him IF I
do happen to get stronger than him, right?"

"Ya, I guess so."

"OK, case settled. Let's get dressed and get something to eat." I
made a bicep, "I'm a growing man and I have to keep my strength up."
I winked at him.

Over the next week, I watched Adam and Brett train. I could see what
Mark meant. Adam used his size and strength to intimidate the other
team members. They weren't necessarily scared of him, but they did
give him a wide berth. Sometimes he'd challenge a member to a weight
lifting competition, or arm wrestling or some other test of strength.
Adam always won, and Brett was always there egging him on. Every now
and again, it would be Brett doing the challenge, with Adam as the
instigator.

After Brett challenged and beat the kid nearest his size at
armwrestling, the kid had had enough. "Ya, Brett, why don't you
challenge Adam. Or are you afraid of your big fried?" Adam grinned.
He laid on the floor facing Brett, raising his leg-sized arm into
position.

"Ain't done this since last spring, huh Brett. Let's see if you're
any stronger," mocked Adam. "I'll go easy on ya."

Brett snickered and grabbed Adam's hand with his own leg-sized arm.
"I'm damn strong too, or did you forget that?" The competition began.

It was the first time I had actually seen Adam strain against another
man. Brett's arm was huge, and Mark later told me it was only 1/4
inch smaller than Adam's. Though Brett had a slightly smaller upper
arm, his forearm was actually larger than Adam's.

As they began the competition, both kids' arms ripped into shredded
muscular relief. Adam gained a slight advantage, but Brett's stronger
forearm twisted Adam's wrist and Brett forced Adam back past neutral
to gain the advantage. Adam's face turned red, and a look of
concentration and desire came across his face as he forced Brett back
to neutral. Now Brett was turning red, fighting against Adam's
strength. Their arms teetered, with neither competitor gaining an
advantage.

The other team members stood in a circle, silent. When Brett would
gain the advantage, some of the team would get slight smiles, only to
have those smiles erased as Adam pushed ahead.

Both competitors were sweating. Adam had a look of raw determination
on his face. Brett's face showed the strain of competing against
Adam's power.

I'm not sure, but I might have noticed a touch of fear in Brett's eyes.
Could he be afraid of beating Adam? Or maybe he feared showing Adam
just how strong he had become? I would never know.

Slowly, Brett's strength began to give out. With a primal yell, Adam
slammed Brett's arm to the floor. Adam got up and walked over to his
teammate that started this. Adam's arm was pumped larger than I had
ever seen it. He flexed it in the guys face. "Now, that's power!"
Adam bragged. "Right, Brett?"

Brett walked over and flexed his arm next to Adam's, "You tell him
bro!"

The two went to the locker room. Having finished my workout, I joined
them. I wasn't really surprised to see them naked, kissing in a
corner, jerking each other off. I slipped around the corner,
unnoticed by the two muscular behemoths. Not only did both have
massive bodies, but they had huge cocks. They rubbed their meat
together as they jerked. They must have been nearly 18 inches long,
but once again, Adam was superior to Brett. I left them alone.

Later that week, the coach and Mark had a meeting to pick the new team
members. There would be another 10 subjects for Mark's experiment,
and 10 new team members. Adam and Brett immediately asserted their
dominance over their new teammates. One of the smaller kids, a kid
named Jonny, pissed Adam off during a practice. When Jonny's car
appeared purched in the highest levels of the football stadium the
next day, no one had to ask who did it. Tempers seemed to calm,
though, after they won their first two games.

By mid-September, I was turning into some super stud. I could see now
why Mark thought I would be bigger than Adam.

Mark and I continued to have sex at least once a day. We enjoyed
rough-housing and feeling the power of our bodies. It was about this
time that things began to change in that department. Through the end
of August and early September, Mark had more and more problems
containing my increasing size and power. First, my powerful legs grew
larger than his to 45 inches. I was able to contain his strong arms
and crush his body with my leg lock before Labor Day. By September
first, my dick was as big as his, and by mid-September I past the 16
inch mark. It was also about this time that I realized my arms were
as large as Mark's. As we wrestled, I strained and was able to pin
his arms. He fought back and eventually got free. When he measured
me, my arms had indeed equalled his. So was my chest. It's my biker's
legs, though, that I'm most proud of.

"That's my mighty mouse!" Mark bragged and kissed me, obviously
turned on by what he had created in me.

"Ya, Superman, and you're my favorite mouseketeer," I kissed him back.

[massingUP]

Corwin,

Just wanted to take the opportunity to say thanks for all of the posting you've done lately. The stories are HOT, and the characters are interesting and believable. And it's nice to see some tenderness and real relationship-stuff going on amidst all the hot musclesex.

-- massingUP

[thufirhawat]

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