The Swimming Hole (Part 4)

[Jaypat]

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FOUR


Kurt and I stood there staring morosely at the frozen pond.

“What do we do now?” asked Kurt. “Wait for spring?”

“We don’t even know if this is the right pond,” I said. “Let’s look around a little.”

We started off walking around the edge of the pond.

“What are we looking for?” asked Kurt.

“I don’t know,” I said, “signs that Jimmy and his friends have been here. Maybe something they left behind or maybe something weird or unusual.”

Suddenly we heard something moving through the bushes, something big.

“What’s that?” asked Kurt, his voice cracking. “Are there bears around here?”

The rustling was getting closer.

“Never heard of any,” I said, gulping.

“And you keep on top of that, do you?” asked Kurt. “I mean I haven’t exactly seen any issues of Field and Stream lying around your house.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” I said. “Maybe we should Google it.”

I was being sarcastic but in a flash Kurt whipped out his phone and spoke the works, “Are there any bears in Hampton Woo---AHHHHH!”

Kurt yelled for two reasons. First, the big something had finally burst out of the bushes in front of us, and second, he discovered he had no service. I don’t know which scared him more.

For me, it was definitely the beasty that was suddenly standing in front of us. It was built like a bulldog only about twice as big. It had a two foot long bushy tail and a kind of a pointed face like a badger or a… It couldn’t be.

“Holy shit! Is that …?” I gasped.

“A demonic monster from hell?” whimpered Kurt.

“No… It looks like… It looks like… a squirrel,” I said.

“No fucking way!” said Kurt. “No fucking way does any fucking squirrel get that fucking big!”

The squirrel-thing picked up a great big fallen branch in it’s big muscular front arms—it had to have at least 18 inch biceps—and just started gnawing through it. It didn’t pay any attention to us at all.

“Whatever it is,” I said, “it’s a good thing it’s a vegetarian.”

“Ah yeah,” said Kurt. “That thing is eating wood. Since when is wood a vegetable? It is holding up what has to be a 200 pound log, and chomping through it with just its teeth.”

“We better not let it bite us then,” I said.

“Good idea,” said Kurt and we slowly started moving away from the giant squirrel-thing.

“You were looking for something weird …?” said Kurt. “I think we found it.”

“Oh yeah,” I said. “This has got to be the place.”

“So what do we do now? Come back in the spring?” asked Kurt, hopefully.

“No,” I said, “I want to look around a little more. See what else we can find.”

“Ok,” said Kurt. “I only hope it isn’t more squirrels.”

“Or bears,” I said.

“Great,” said Kurt, turning white, and looking around nervously. “Why’d you have to say that? If that’s a squirrel, what’s a bear gonna look like?”

“Seriously, dude,” I said, “don’t bears usually hibernate during the winter?”

That seemed to calm him down and we continued around the pond. We saw a couple of huge birds, but that’s about all, nothing with teeth, nothing that wanted anything to do with us. And we didn’t see much else until we got to the other side of the pond.

“What’s that?” I said looking out onto the ice. A little further on there was a weird shape sticking about six inches out of the ice just a few feet from the shore. It didn’t look natural; it looked manmade.

“I don’t know,” said Kurt. “Probably just a rock or something.”

“I’m gong to check it out,” I said.

“Are you crazy?” asked Kurt. “You don’t know how thick the ice is. You could fall through.”

“It looks ok to me,” I said. “I’m going to risk it.”

I stepped cautiously out onto the ice and listened carefully for the telltale sound of cracking. When I didn’t hear anything, I moved a little further out. Everything seemed ok so I cautiously crept all the way out to the weird shape. It was a section of a metal drum or a barrel. Clearly most of it was submerged under the ice with only small portion of it protruding above the surface.

“It’s some kind of a metal barrel,” I called back to Kurt.

“Yeah,” Kurt called back. “There’s another one over here.”

I crossed back over the ice and sure enough, there was another one right at the edge of the pond. This one was on its side half out of the water and we could see it had completely rusted through. Whatever had been inside was now long gone.

“Let’s see if there are any more,” I said.

It didn’t take us long to find what we were looking for. Just a little distance into the woods away from the shore, partly obscured by bushes, we found another barrel. This one was standing upright and was completely unmarked except for a symbol which I recognized immediately. It was the bio-hazard symbol.

“You think there’s anything inside?” asked Kurt.

“I don’t know,” I said. “There’s one way to find out.”

The top was all rusted. Kurt picked up a rock and began hammering on it. Three blows and he broke through. We peered in through the jagged hole and saw the barrel was filled with a thick blue sludge.

“Do you think this is the stuff that made those guys grow?” asked Kurt.

“Gotta be,” I answered. “What else could it have been?”

Kurt dipped his index finger into the barrel and when he pulled it out, he had a couple of drops of the blue gunk on the tip.

“Don’t touch that!” I said “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Finding out for sure,” He said. Then he stuck his finger in his mouth and licked it clean!

“What the fuck are you doing?” I shouted.

“Just testing it,” he said. If I grow a few muscles, then we’ll know.”

“You idiot!” I said. “That stuff was in the pond, diluted by at least a hundred thousand gallons of water. Who knows what the straight shit will do!”

“Fuck!” he said. “I didn’t think of that.” Then he tried to spit some of the sludge out, but it wasn’t working. “Damn it! Damn it!” he said, frantically wiping his finger on his shirt. But it was already pretty much clean. He’d just sucked it all off.

“Jesus!” he said. “What do we do now?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know,” I said, panicking. “Maybe we could go to a hospital or something…”

Kurt’s eyes went wide. “Oh shit! Oh shit, dude!” he said, “I feel really weird. I think… I think something’s happening…”

Suddenly there was this loud double POP as Kurt’s boots exploded. I mean they just flew to pieces, leaving him standing in the snow with his bare feet. And Christ, what bare feet! They were huge like fucking snow shoes with toes like half dollar rolls!

“Shit!” he said. “My fucking feet! Look at my fucking feet! What am I going to do now?”

“Christ, I don’t know. How am I supposed to know? Maybe you should have asked that question before you started guzzling the shit!” I shouted.

“Oh thanks. That’s a lot of help, Matt. Where am I going to find shoes? Do you think maybe they’re just swollen? Maybe they’ll shirnk baaaaaa..ahhhhhhhh!” And suddenly the fingers on his gloves started popping open, releasing huge sausage-like fingers seconds before the back of his gloves split apart as his hands expanded to about the size of dinner plates.

“Oh fuck!” he cried, holding up his huge mitts. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m a freak! My mom’s gonna kill me! What’s she gonna say when she sees this?” He waved his giant hands in the air. Jezze, his palms were way bigger than his face!

“It’s ok, dude,” I said. “We’ll get you to a hospital. They’ll be able to—”

“Oh fuck!” he yelled. “Something else is happening!” and then he started shuddering. “Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhh! Arghhhhh!” At first I couldn’t tell what was happening, but then I noticed it. He was stretching up. Slowly his pants cuffs were rising up his shins and his wrists were sliding down out of his sleeves as he gradually began inching taller. He had already been a little taller than me and I watched in amazement as he slowly stretched higher and higher.

“Damn,” he said, looking down at me as he passed six feet. “Maybe this isn’t so bad.” The bottom of his parker rose up above his waste band and his shirt tails pulled out of his pants. Fuck, he was over six and a half feet now, way over, and he was still stretching. “I think maybe I can deal with this,” he said. Up and up he went. When he stopped his pants cuffs were just below his knees revealing his bean pole legs. A good six inches of his slim, smooth stomach was showing between the waste band of his pants and the bottom of his parker. And his arms were sticking out of his sleeves almost to his elbows. Christ, he had to be well over seven feet tall! To be honest he looked a little ridiculous, kind of like a clown on stilts in clothes that were ridiculously small on him. And with those skinny arms and legs, his oversized hands and feet still looked awkward and gawky.

“I always wanted to be taller,” he said, checking out his ridiculously long limbs, “Hey, do you think I could play pro basketball.”

“Pro basketball?!!!! Dude, you’re almost fucking 8 feet tall! We’ve got to do something to get you back to normal!”

He looked down at his tall gangly body. “Do I have to go all the way back to normal?” he asked. “Maybe I could keep a few inches.”

“Keep a few inches?!!!! What the fuck are you talking about? You’ll be lucky if you’re not stuck like this forever!”

“That wouldn’t be too bad. I actually kind of like this.” Kurt’s eyes went wide. “Whoa,” he said.

“What?” I asked.

“I think I’m getting bigger,” he said, and his breathing started getting harder. “Oh man, this feels awesome…”

“Oh fuck, dude,” I said. “You’re already gong to be scraping the ceilings. How much taller are you going to get?”

“Taller? I’m not getting taller, dude,” said Kurt. “I’m getting bigger.” And then I saw what he meant.

I probably noticed his stomach first because I was just about eye level with it. I could see it gradually broadening out and getting thicker, his abdominal muscles slowly emerging from under his skin.

I looked down and saw that behind his shins, his previously non-existent calf muscles swelling to the size of grapefruits, and getting bigger. His thighs, too, were swelling inside his pants.

His stick-like forearms broadened out as cords and tendons rose out of them and even his neck was getting thicker.

“Oh yeah, dude,” he said. His voice had dropped about an octave. “This feels amazing! I feel so fucking big, hard and powerful. Just look at my fucking muscles!” He started clenching and unclenching his fists watching his forearms bulge with muscle and then relax, bulge bigger and relax, bulge even bigger and relax. I heard a rustling and popping sound come from his parker as it started to inflate like a balloon. His pecs were already pushing out past the unzipped front and pulling his already undersized t-shirt tight. “Fuck, look at me,” he said, looking down at his expanding body, “I feel fucking awesome. It’s like being pumped full of cement.” He groped his own chest. “So hard. And my legs…”

His pant legs, which at this point resembled old fashioned knickers, were being stretched and distorted by huge thigh muscles, far larger than anything they were designed to hold. The first seam gave way and started a symphony of exploding rips and tears as a pair of juggernaut quads shredded and tore their way out into the open. Fuck. Look at those things. Huge, thick muscles woven together like massive vines around giant tree trunks with the pathetic remaining scraps of his pants plastered to them by sweat and melting snow.

“YEAH!” shouted Kurt, flexing his massive quads and making them explode with even more unbelievable size. “I can feel the bulk, the hardness, the fucking power! FUCK YEAH!”

And his cock was a fucking firehose drapped over two soccer balls!

I heard a squeaky kind of stretching noise followed by a popping as the seams on his parker began giving way. Tears opened up and the fibrous white stuffing began spilling out as his whole upper body, from the bottom of his ribcage on up just kept getting wider and thicker.

“OH YEAH!” he shouted, and he raised his arms into a double bi.

Holy shit. I knew his arms used to be thin, but not anymore. Huge masses were stretching those parker sleeves from within. I could hear rapid popping and ripping as they just kept getting bigger and bigger until the huge rock hard mountains of flesh exploded out amidst an eruption of white stuffing.

“How’s that for some fucking guns!” Kurt shouted, staring at his monstrous biceps, and practically drooling. “Fuck! OH FUCK! I can feel it all over me! All my fucking muscles… They’re iron hard and they’re getting fucking huge!”

And they were. Bit by bit, his body was getting thicker and wider. SCREEECH! SCREEECH! STREEEEETCH! POP! His parker was breaking apart under the strain of his steadily increasing girth.

The bottom of his t shirt was rising higher and higher as his torso expanded. . I could actually see his smooth stomach separate into segments as his abs solidified and then suddenly began bulging out into a heaving brick wall of muscle. His huge pecs were stretching the hell out of the white undershirt. “Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! OH SHIT!” he shouted as suddenly, with a huge riiiiiip, they just exploded out of it.

Fuck! His chest was massive, just fucking massive, two huge striated orbs jutting out at least two feet in front of him. Kurt reached up with his wide hands and ran them all over those rock-like mounds before they moved down to his abs which were now like eight muscle boulders piled on top of each other.

“Fuck me…” he whispered. “FUCK ME!”

There was another explosion of stuffing as Kurt’s sleeves were ripped away from the rest of the parker by his growing megalithic shoulders. Twice the size of my head, they were striated, segmented perfection. “I love this!” He yelled. “I FUCKIN LOVE MY HARD RIPPED POWERFUL MUSCLES! Slowly Kurt flexed his bis, grinning and enjoying every second as in a rapid succession of tears and pops, his massive, bulging, vein-covered arms slowly expanded, completely ripping apart his sleeves and tearing them to ribbons. “I FEEL LIKE A FUCKIN MONSTER!” he cried. Damn, his biceps had become enormous basket ball sized mountains of flesh.

“AHHHH… AHHHH… FUCK YEAH!” he yelled as – RIIIP-- his lats exploded out the sides of his parker. Jeeze, in an instant his body looked twice the size, like it had doubled it’s width in a second, and it was just getting wider. His lats were thrusting out further. His gigantic shoulders were stretching boarder, and Fuck, his biceps were thicker than my torso and probably weighed twice as much!

His huge, massively muscled body was covered in a light sheen of sweat despite the cold and all that was left of his parker was the front piece. A tattered rag with a zipper, it was draped around his thick telephone pole neck and over his monstrous traps looking like a flimsy child’s bib as it was tossed around by his mammoth heaving pecs. With a swipe of his monolithic arm, he ripped it aside and stood there now completely naked in the wintry forest. He raised his impossibly huge arms to the skies and let out a roar.

“YEAH!” he bellowed. “No more skinny little Kurt! I’M A FUCKIN GIANT, A GINOURMOUS MUSCLE BEAST! Let’s see what I can do!”

He looked around and spotted a large boulder about the size of an SUV and covered with moss and leaves. He crossed to it in two strides, made his massive hands into two giant fists and started pounding the boulder like a punching bag. BANG! BANG! BANG! It sounded like a sledgehammer. Soon cracks began to appear in the boulder and huge chips of stone began flying off.

“YEAH! FUCK YEAH!” He shouted and doubled his efforts. Huge chunks of rock began flying off at high speed, and Kurt was laughing like a fucking maniac. He just kept shouting, “YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!”

On chip flew right by my head and embedded itself in a tree.

“Fuck, Kurt!” I yelled. “Get a handle on it!” But he just kept pounding on the boulder until… CRAAAACK! The thing split in two. Then he reached over and lifted half of the boulder into the air. Massive muscles bulging like they’d just explode out of his skin, he just ripped it right out of the earth and raised it above his head. He let out another roar and smashed the half boulder down on its other half, exploding the whole thing into rubble.

“YEAH! I’M ALL FUCKIN MUSCLE!!” He cried.

No argument here.

“Ok, Matt,” he said walking up to me. Christ, he was gigantic now, just towering over me. I had to crane my neck to see him, a nearly six foot wide, massive wall of abs, pecs and biceps. I felt like an ant.

“It’s time to talk about you fucking my girlfriend,” he said, flexing his massive, vascular, wrecking ball biceps in front of me.

Fuck. I hadn’t confessed to having sex with Jenna yet, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to do it now.

“Dude. Gay. Remember?” I said.

“Are you sure?” he said, grabbing me by the jacket and lifting me clear off the ground with one hand. Fuck. My weight was nothing to him now. “You better be sure.”

“Look, buddy,” I said, “there’s an entire barrel of that goop over there. I could be bigger than you in a matter of seconds. Do you really want to play this game?”

“Nah,” he said. “I was just kidding. I believe you.” Then he set me down on the ground. Phew!

But I still couldn’t help thinking. I could get huge like Kurt or even bigger. In a matter of seconds I could be a massive muscle beast. And that would probably solve most of my problems. I could easily get Jimmy under control, and Greg would probably drool all over me.

I walked over to the barrel and looked inside. Jeeze, it was almost full, more than 10,000 times what I’d need to make me a muscle god… if I’d wanted. And I did, but maybe not all at once like Kurt had done. Maybe I wanted to take my time.

“Come on, dude. What are you waiting for?” said Kurt.

“I’ve got an idea,” I said. “Kurt you think you could carry the barrel out to the truck?”

“Easy,” he said.

“Don’t spill any on yourself,” I said. “It’s going to be a tight squeeze getting you into the truck as it is.”

“Fuck, I could carry the barrel and the fucking truck!” he said, flexing his megalithic arms.

Yeah, I could just see us rolling down Main Street like that. Riot anyone? “As much as I’d appreciate the savings on gas, I think we’ll do this in a more conventional way.”

Kurt did get the barrel out to the truck easily and he didn’t spill a drop. On the hike through he woods I just couldn’t take my eyes off him. What a freaking change! He was enormous! Every impossibly massive defined muscle looked like it was carved from stone! And he didn’t even seem to notice the cold. Damn that stuff did good work.

We took the barrel to my house and stored it in the garage. We threw an old tarp over it and stuck it in the back. With all the other junk in our garage, no one would ever notice it. We had an old blanket in there and I gave it to Kurt to wrap himself in.

“Dude, I’m not cold,” he said, “not at all. It’s like I’m imp… imp…

“Impervious?”

“Yeah, impervious! Fuck yeah!” The he flexed those incredible arms of his and those giant freakin vein-covered mountains exploded up. Fuck, and those giant pecs and those ripped up abs… I swallowed hard and had to remind myself, “This is Kurt, my goofy best friend Kurt. He is straight… and he’s also a fucking BEAST! Holy shit! I can’t fucking stand it!”

But outwardly I said, “You may be impervious, dude, and in the middle of the woods walking around with your cock swinging in the breeze might be ok, but here back in civilization, you better cover yourself up or you’re gonna get arrested.”

“They can’t fucking arrest me!” he cried. “What fucking cell could hold me?” And he made his massive pecs dance and he clenched his boulder-like abs.

Fuck.

“Ok, now you’re getting crazy. That’s crazy talk, dude. You’d better take it down a notch or you’re going to wind up shot.” I guess the concept of bullets had temporarily left his conscious mind because reminding him of them seemed to bring him back down.

“Yeah, ok, dude,” he said and took the blanket from me.

The next task in my impossible day was taking Kurt home. Actually transporting him --there was no trouble at all. I mean it was a tight fit in the cab but he did fit. And when we got to his house, he wanted to just walk in the door like he always did. I had to convince him to ring the front bell.

“What for?” he kept saying.

“Do you have your keys?” I said, knowing full well they’d been left in tangled heap of rags that used to be his clothes.

“I don’t need keys,” he said flexing those inhuman bis.

“Doesn’t your mom own a gun?” I asked.

“Yeah…?”

“Remember our earlier conversation about bullets?”

“Yeah, but what’s that got to do with anything?”

Obviously that blue stuff did a lot for the muscles, but it didn’t do a thing for the brain.

“Just trust me on this, ok?” I said.

We went up to the front door and I rang the bell. A minute later Mrs. Beckendorf opened the door. She took one look at humungous Kurt, massive muscles bulging out all over, with an old blanket wrapped round his middle, screamed and slammed the door.

“What just happened?” said Kurt genuinely dumbfounded. “It’s like she didn’t know me. How could she not know me?”

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s because you’re almost two feet taller with massive ripped-to-hell muscles about 100 times bigger than she’s used to.”

“But that’s just the surface,” said Kurt. “My mom can see past all that.”

I didn’t bother to answer. I just rang the bell again. This time the door only opened a crack.

“What do you want?” said Mrs. Beckendorf from the other side of the crack.

“Mrs. Beckendorf, it’s me, Matt” I said.

“Oh,” she said, recognition flooding her face, “Who’s that?”

“That’s your son, Mrs. Beckendorf. That’s Kurt.”

“No, it isn’t!” She said. “That’s not my Kurt, not my sweet little Kurtty.”

“Mrs. Beckedorf, sweet little Kurtty had a sudden, unexpected and truly massive growth spurt. But it’s him. I swear. I mean look at his face. It hasn’t changed that much.”

“No,” she said, “I don’t know what you’re trying to pull, but that goliath is not my little boy.”

As you can see convincing her was not easy. In the end we had to go down to the police station where Mrs. Beckendorf had Kurt’s fingerprints taken in case he should ever go missing. Even when they matched she had a hard time with it. She kept crying and whaling that she’d lost her little Kurty.

Little Kurty tried to sit in a chair, but his massive physique was too much for it and he completely pulverized it. The cops had a big scale in back – I’m not sure what they used it for normally – but they put little Kurty on it and determined he was now almost 1500 lbs of ripped, shredded, muscle flesh. Damn. All the cops were coming over just to have a look at him. And he loved the attention. He’d flex at the drop of a hat. And there sure were a lot of dropping hats around that station.

Well, I’d done as much as I could and I was ready to go home. I don’t mind telling you I was pretty tired. At first Kurt didn’t want me to go, but I told him he could call me if he needed anything. His eyes opened wide.

“Oh my God,” he said. “My phone was in my pocket! And so was my wallet! And my keys!”

“Well dude, your pockets were pretty much shredded by those massive, vascular, iron-like quads of yours when they blew your pants apart and reduced them to rags.”

“How could we just leave them there in the woods? We have to go back?” cried Kurt.

“Not tonight, buddy. It’s almost dark and I’m exhausted. We can go back tomorrow after school and get them.”

“Unless somebody takes them!”

“There in the middle of the woods. No one is going to take them.”

By the time I got home, I was exhausted and I just about collapsed on my bed. I was glad I hadn’t dived headlong into that barrel, despite the temptation. When the time came, I didn’t want to go through that with my parents. I was definitely going to take this slow.

I had an eye dropper in my bathroom which I retrieved. Then I went down stairs to the kitchen and relived my mother of her rubber scrubbing gloves and an old plastic gallon milk jug. I washed the jug clean and then filled it with a gallon of water. I went outside to the garage, and using the rubber gloves I filled the eye dropper with the blue sludge.

I was extremely careful not to get any on myself. I paused for a minute and looked at the filled eye dropper. It dawned on me that if I swallowed this, just as it was, in a matter of seconds I’d be 10 times bigger than Kurt, with huge gargantuan muscles the size of cars exploding out all over me. I can’t say that thought didn’t give me a little hard-on.

But I controlled my self and put just six drops in the gallon jug, put the cap on and shook it up real well. Then I emptied the rest of the eyedropper back into the barrel and covered it up again.

I went back into the house and still wearing the rubber gloves, washed the eyedropper and the gloves thoroughly. After I put the gloves away, I took the eyedropper and gallon jug up to the bathroom and drew myself a bath.

I was a little nervous as I got undressed. After all, I wasn’t sure what this was really going to do. Then I weighed myself. I wanted to do this as scientifically as possible. I weighed 170, which was what I expected. I pretty much knew my body measurements already so I didn’t bother to take them. Anyway, it was difficult to do by myself.

When the tub was full, I took a drop of water from the gallon jug and added it to the tub full of water.

Then I lowered myself into the bath.

I felt it instantly. There was a kind of vitality running all through me. I wanted to leap out of the tub and go jogging or go workout or something. The last thing I wanted to do was sit in a tub, but I made myself stay. I remained in that tub for 25 minutes, and every second I felt amazing, like I just wanted to explode out of my skin.

When the time was up, I bounded out of the tub and rushed to the mirror. Holy crap, I was bigger! There was no doubt. My chest looked fuller; my biceps were thicker; my forearms were way more vascular. My abs had always been defined but now they were just popping out of my stomach. I hopped on the scale. 180. Holy shit, I’d put on 10 pounds! 10 fucking pounds! And I looked amazing.

I looked back at the tub. Damn, I wanted another bath. But I held myself back. No sudden dramatic growth for me. I needed to take this slow. One bath like this every week and in 6 weeks I’d be huge! 6 weeks after that, I’d be a monster! …not a monster on the level of Kurt or Pete, but that could always come later. And I’d sure as hell be giving Jimmy a run for his money! I’d have massive shoulders, pecs and arms way bigger than any 17-year-old had a right to have. And I’d probably get way taller too! Fuck yeah! I couldn’t wait!

I looked over at the gallon jug. I had only taken a drop out of it and it was still full. It occurred to me that 12 weeks and 12 drops from now, it would still be full. What was I going to do with all the rest of this shit? …not to mention the barrel in the garage!

Then I remembered Greg. I could always make him a little bigger. That would be hot. And now that I thought of it, there were a lot of other guys at school I’d noticed and thought, “if only he had a little muscle on him, he’d be so fucking hot!”

The potential and possibilities seemed endless. Yeah, shit yeah. I was ready to go for it. I was ready to do a couple of full body makeovers. Let’s make the world a more beautiful place.

Next Chapter

[darkluster4]

YES! YES! YES! Finally! This was great!
Oh, and first post.

I love how you gave us a great instant growth scene, and yet your going to give us the slow and steady change too. (At least for a little while.) Also it was really neat how you included the mothers reaction; writers never seem to do that. One moment the kid is normal, the next BAM! he's huge, and the parents don't say a thing.
Also, I get the distinct feeling that not going back and getting the wallet is gonna come back and haunt them. Ether Jimmy is going to find it, or that guy that was snooping around. Whoever it is, that is going to spell trouble.
Oh, and I looovveeee how he is plotting to give a dose to some random guys. I am certainly looking forward to THAT!

So yeah, great story, lots of plot potential. I am definitely looking forward to the next chapter.

[StarR0cket]

:O

*ba dump* *ba dump* *ba dump*

Sexual adrenaline rush of well written story - awsomeness.

MUST... SEE MOAR...

[Greggrth]

Hahah, another fantastic chapter; the squirrel hulk was particularly hilarious XD And I get the feeling that Kurt's possessions might not be there if/when they go back...

Also, a bigger Greg? No objections to that >_>

[iceman75]

I really liked this story, especially the part about the huge, muscular squirrel, that was very funny. And of course the muscle growth scenes were very cool to read. Keep up the great work!

[darkblad01]

you know its a good story when you find yourself wishing "fuck... i wish i had that!"

[chocomus]

OMGOMGOMG this was so awesome!!!!!
And the best part, he has a very GOOD idea of what to do with the stuff

I just hope he is tempted to try more and more often the stuff.

Damn this story is turning to be one of my faves!!!!!!

[theseventhwave]

Totally love this chapter! Love where this story is going. And now you have me dying to read the next chapter. Oh please tell us the next chapter is coming soon!

[maximum360]

<3
Any way you slice it, you have something special here. I can't wait to find out what happens next!

In a word: wow!

[Mad Dog]

Very good chapter, but holy shit how dumb is Kurt

[xboy]

SPECTACULAR!!! I LOVE THE NEW KURT"!!!!! Fuching yeah!!!

[Otaru_grower]

This story is so fucking awesome. Your rock, dude. Thank you.

[michaelv2]

Amazingly well done! This is fast becoming one of my favorites, and yea, that missing cell phone is gonna be a problem...

[Jaypat]

Originally Posted by darkluster4

YES! YES! YES! Finally! This was great!
Oh, and first post.

I love how you gave us a great instant growth scene, and yet your going to give us the slow and steady change too. (At least for a little while.) Also it was really neat how you included the mothers reaction; writers never seem to do that. One moment the kid is normal, the next BAM! he's huge, and the parents don't say a thing.
Also, I get the distinct feeling that not going back and getting the wallet is gonna come back and haunt them. Ether Jimmy is going to find it, or that guy that was snooping around. Whoever it is, that is going to spell trouble.
Oh, and I looovveeee how he is plotting to give a dose to some random guys. I am certainly looking forward to THAT!

So yeah, great story, lots of plot potential. I am definitely looking forward to the next chapter.

Thank you. I always love a good hulk out, but I know slow and steady has its fans too.

Writing parent reaction is hard to make interesting and believable and I think that's why most writers either avoid it or go the reality altering route.

And yes, there will be consquences to the lost wallet and phone.

Originally Posted by StarR0cket

:O

*ba dump* *ba dump* *ba dump*

Sexual adrenaline rush of well written story - awsomeness.

MUST... SEE MOAR...

Thank you. There will be more.

Originally Posted by Greggrth

Hahah, another fantastic chapter; the squirrel hulk was particularly hilarious XD And I get the feeling that Kurt's possessions might not be there if/when they go back...

Also, a bigger Greg? No objections to that >_>

I'm a fan of squirrel hulk too and Kurt's possesions.... well that's what you get if you go hulking out in the middle of the woods.

Originally Posted by iceman75

I really liked this story, especially the part about the huge, muscular squirrel, that was very funny. And of course the muscle growth scenes were very cool to read. Keep up the great work!

Thank you. Good to see squirrel hulk has his fans!

Originally Posted by darkblad01

you know its a good story when you find yourself wishing "fuck... i wish i had that!"

Yeah, I wish I had that, too. But that's where the story comes from I guess.

Originally Posted by chocomus

OMGOMGOMG this was so awesome!!!!!
And the best part, he has a very GOOD idea of what to do with the stuff

I just hope he is tempted to try more and more often the stuff.

Damn this story is turning to be one of my faves!!!!!!

We'll see how long he can resist temptation.

Originally Posted by theseventhwave

Totally love this chapter! Love where this story is going. And now you have me dying to read the next chapter. Oh please tell us the next chapter is coming soon!

Ah... I can't promise the next chapter will be posted as quickly. In fact, it probably won't.

Originally Posted by maximum360

<3
Any way you slice it, you have something special here. I can't wait to find out what happens next!

In a word: wow!

Thank you. I'll try not to keep you waiting too long.

Originally Posted by Mad Dog

Very good chapter, but holy shit how dumb is Kurt

Kurt's pretty dumb--lovable, but dumb.

Originally Posted by xboy

SPECTACULAR!!! I LOVE THE NEW KURT"!!!!! Fuching yeah!!!

Kurt's pretty happy too!

Originally Posted by Otaru_grower

This story is so fucking awesome. Your rock, dude. Thank you.

Wow. Thank you for reading it and posting a response.

Originally Posted by michaelv2

Amazingly well done! This is fast becoming one of my favorites, and yea, that missing cell phone is gonna be a problem...

Oh yes it is. It will be a problem.

[darkluster4]

Originally Posted by Jaypat

Ah... I can't promise the next chapter will be posted as quickly. In fact, it probably won't.

QUICK!! What do we have to do to speed things up!? Coffee? Red Bull? Should we throw money at it? If things get really tough we could use the taser as motivation.

Seriously though, any idea on a possible time line, and is there anything we can do to help?

[Kymuscleboy]

i LOVED this chapter. I was wondering what would happen if someone ingested the chemicals. Now we know, and it's awesome.

Also, like some of the others have said, it's cool to see the combination of both instant growth and slow growth too.

As always, I am eagerly awaiting the next part.

[muscl4life]

I am sorry for getting late at the party (connection problems that got me isolated from the virtual world for almost two weeks), but the chapter was indeed phenomenal. Not just because of the combination of fast and (relatively) "slow" growth (10 pounds in 5 minutes is hardly slow after all :P), but also because of the story dynamics, we can imagine the possible connections and "cliffhangers" that will make the story gain in depth and richness.

I am really looking foward for the next chapter, but as always, you take your time and just count on our support!

Cheers

[RyBearATL]

This is showing all the signs of turning into a great classic & re-readable story. Thank you for your hard work on it and for sharing it!

[philat99]

You've outdone yourself - again!!! This is such a great and amusing romp through muscle growth! I certainly look forward to future chapters!

[darkluster4]

I'm just gonna gently *bump* this back to page one.

[theseventhwave]

Bump!

Jaypat! You're killing me here! I am dying to read the next chapter. This story has SO much potential. I love love love Matt's decision to grow slowly, and also his decision to do some "makeovers" at school. Yum!

[Ender]

I don't know how I missed seeing this story before now, but I did. And just read the four parts back to back... Cool story... Several of the characters and events remind me a lot of "The Bet" and others stories... which is okay, they were really fun character types...

At about the half way point I had decided that I wanted the GPS coordinates for the pond. But at this point a few ounces or maybe a pint of the diluted "Blue Sludge" would be more enough to make myself and a few buddies into serious muscle studs...

Ender

[darkluster4]

I've gotten to the point where I have started asking my friends what they would do in a situation where we found this strange pond of muscle juice. So far, my one friend decided to drink some of it right from the watering hole, and then after the sudden growth switched over to "let's test it".

Should have guessed he would be the Matt type.

[muslmass]

Excellent episode. Let's see what happens now!!

[darkluster4]

I am just wondering how much longer?

[darkluster4]

What's this? This story is now on page 2!? Well, we can't have that. *BUMP!*

[ydt81]

I just finished reading through this story, and just wanted to mention that I've really enjoyed it. I know a writer is take talented when they can fascinate me with characters and situations that I would usually have had an aversion to! They'll invest a lot in your plot and exposition and once that is set up firmly, for you it pays off tenfold.
*No pressure for the next chapter, no rush; just encouragement and thanks for what you written so far. Good luck, Jaypat.

[Kymuscleboy]

I'm just going to do the latest "bump" to this story.

Besides that, it seems Jaypat has been MIA from the board for quite a while now. I hope all is well.

[darkluster4]

Originally Posted by Kymuscleboy

I'm just going to do the latest "bump" to this story.

Besides that, it seems Jaypat has been MIA from the board for quite a while now. I hope all is well.

I was just noticing that my self. It has been about a month now.

[xboy]

I hope will continue...

[Kymuscleboy]

Doing the Bump.

JAYPAT WHERE ARE YOU???

[xboy]

Bump! we need the continue

[darkluster4]

I know I am beating a dead horse with this, but can you give us any idea of when the next chapter will be?

[jcnutt]

Definitely need a few "bumps" here. Jaypat, where are you??!?

[debate1]

Any chance your going to keep going with this?

[lsosuke]

*?* i love it love it love it love it tooo much

hot mch presemen and imaginated that i want be in the history my heart pulse too much


you are the best writer of this forum

[Jaypat]

Maybe when it calms down a little I'll get a chance to continue it.

[Mass Driver]

Big Mental hug heading your way.
Take care of yourself.

MD

[funboy]

I definitely like this one. Looking forward to see how it develops.

[Kymuscleboy]

I'm shocked... SHOCKED that Jaypat has a real life to deal with. Doesn't he know that his only purpose is to provide entertainment for the rest of us!

Okay, I don't mean that seriously, but it is great to see a post from you, Jaypat. I hope all is well. I eagerly await more of your fabulous writing when you get the chance... and THAT I DO mean seriously.