Bulking - Part 2

[Proteus]

Parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

Special thanks to chocomus for suggesting a fat-burner swap on deviantArt!

Part 2

(2/17/12)

Something really awesome happened the other day. Alex was getting ready for class in the morning, and as I stole glances at his thick legs in slightly-tighter boxers, he pulled his jeans up. But he ran into a problem. When he went to button his fly, he was caught. Carefully, I swiveled around in my chair, pretending to look for something on my dresser so I could get a better view.

It was fantastic. His glutes and thighs are seriously getting ripped from all that running, and his ass had grown enough that he was having trouble with his pants. While they didn’t cause problems, his thighs were very visible in their denim casings, bulging out and forward. And of course, his abs stuck out just a little farther from the gains, which didn’t help.

I felt myself getting stiff and quickly swiveled back to my desk.

“Damn pants barely fit,” I heard him grunt as he managed to button his jeans.

While he was away at his first class, I began poking around internet forums for the quickest way to gain muscle. I came across a Chinese supplement that had some guys swearing by it—those who managed to get some of it, at least—as well as various hormones and anabolics. The only thing slowing me down is that shady websites don’t take PayPal.

(2/25/12)

Alex informed me last time we worked out that he was over 225 pounds now. I relish my modest success in engineering actual change in someone. He also admitted that he’s trying a weight loss supplement in lieu of cutting too many calories and loosing muscle. His pants getting tighter was his main motivator.

This supplement is, to my joy, a powder. After he used it the first day, I clandestinely replaced most of the contents with the semi-legal supplement I received in the mail. I’m also looking into ways to sneak some steroids into his food. What can I say? Success is addictive.

Yesterday, the second day he used the supplement, he commented that it tasted different. But I think he’ll overlook it since every dose but the first tastes that way—hopefully write it off as being dependent on whatever he mixed it in.

(3/4/12)

Holy shit. My wildest dreams have come true. In the span of ten days Alex has, despite working his ass off, gained 5 pounds! My heart is racing just thinking about it. And oh my, does it show on him!

Now, his t-shirts’ sleeves ride up his arms from the size of his biceps and triceps. They cover barely anything past his swollen shoulders. And his stomach—something about it getting a little bigger really turned me on the past week. In a particularly tight white shirt he wears to workout, it shows, causing tiny stretches in the fabric along his waist, while his chest now really pops in it, nipples visibly pressing up against the material. The other day at the gym, soaked in sweat so that it was translucent, it almost looked like it would rip at the seams! I can only dream—for now.

Alex has given up on most of his jeans—not only are his ass and waist too big, but his quads make the denim look painted on and even his calves press out against the pant legs.
Oh God. This is heaven.

(3/12/12)

Monday morning. Alex struggles to slide the long sleeves of his sweater over his blown-up biceps. Have they gained an inch or two? He’s got to be at least 235, maybe close to 240 by now. He slides the shirt down his buff torso. It stops an inch from his sweat pants, giving a fleeting glimpse of the hair at the bottom what is left of his abs.

“I’m really having a tough time losing weight,” he confesses, brow furrowed. “That fat-burner does not seem to be doing anything.”

“Maybe it takes some time?” I ask innocently.

“But I’m actually gaining weight, Steve. Emily told me the other night when I stayed over that I was getting ‘too big’.”

“That’s a shame,” I muse, “That she can’t appreciate the mass you have.”

“What are you talking about, man?” Alex stares me down with his brown eyes. I guess what I said was sort of weird, now that I think about it.

“It’s just that you’re still a pretty fit guy. Ripped, even.”

“Not for long at the rate I’m going.”

“Well,” I slowed my words so as not to seem eager, “have you considered that some of the weight could be muscle?”

“I guess. I don’t know… Listen, I might have to skip our workout tonight. I’m taking Emily out to eat to make up for her being a bit turned off. There’s this great all-you-can-eat buffet uptown that…” He trailed off, visibly hungry as he rubbed his stomach. One of the things I had been feeding him increased appetite. It was working. And Alex, much as I like him, is not the brightest bulb—a buffet is the last place he should go. But the best place he can go.

(3/13/12)

He came home late last night after the dinner with his girlfriend. I was reading in bed, but nearly dropped my book when I saw him.

“Dude, I’m stuffed,” he said. “I know I’m trying to lose weight but the food was so good. Chicken and beef and macoronni and cheese… good stuff.”

He was visibly bloated. Every bend of his arms made the fabric of the nice button down shirt he had on bunch up as it stretched around his arms. His stomach pushed out the bottom of his shirt above dress pants—perhaps the last pair of non-sweat pants that fit him that morning—with the belt and button undone. And something was off about the way he was walking. There was a slight waddle in his step. But his chest—oh his chest! His pectorals stretched the buttons out—the fabric bowed away from each button, straining as it curved back. His lats pushed out behind him, pulling the shirt tighter with each breath. The shirt had vertical stripes that bent outward form his bulging form.

And then it happened. Pop! One button, in the middle of his chest snapped off. Pop! Pop! Two more followed. His chest noticeably pressed out, free from the confines of the material, and I could see the school logo on his shirt underneath distorted by both solid masses of muscle.

It took every ounce of self-control not to come on the spot.

“Oh, man. What the hell?” he asked, in a bit of a stupor from his binge eating.

“I’m sure it was…” I couldn’t think of what to say. I was filled with lust and satisfaction but I had to keep my cool. I sat back down in bed, hiding my throbbing erection as best as I could. “It was a small shirt, that’s all…”

“Dude?” he moaned, rubbing his distended belly, “What’s going on with me?”

[GTlifter]

damn hot man keep it up. And just a little quicker lol, otherwise I love the growth and the offseason mass he's putting on

[Terrylee Long]

What a hot story. Please keep going. Alex needs to get Huge. I like the way you are doing it. Thanks again for writing stories that guys like me are not good at.

[scot158f]

A most excellent part 2 - I echo the hopes that Alex grows HUGE - and I hope he gets hairy to add to that masculine body he's developing.

Awesome set up and development, Proteus - Great job!! Cannot wait for your next chapter!

[Mdlftr]

This is AWESOME - a realistic muscle growth story with the hero totally unaware of what is making him grow! Come to think of it, that's a lot like real life! You lift and lift and eat and nothing seems to be happening-- and then---- BAM! Biceps bustin' sleeves, ass bustin' pants, chest poppin' buttons!

Me LIKEY!

Grow Alex, GROW!

Mdlftr

[vlad]

Awesome chapter, I really like where this is going!

[Proteus]

Thanks, everyone, for the kind comments. I plan on writing part 3 soon.

[garrix]

Please do! I wanna see how bulked up he gets

[chocomus]

hey, no problem! glad to help. This story is awesome!!!!

[Wynfrith]

I want you to be my roommate.

[annoyingone]

you should post this on the ncmc...such a good site and everyone would appreciate it.

[Proteus]

Isn't ncmc concerning hypnosis mainly? Or am I thinking of something else?

[annoyingone]

not all of their stories have it. there are defs a few that i like that dont have it