Bulking - Part 6 (Conclusion)

[Proteus]

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

Part 6

(4/16/12)

This is bad. This is really bad.

Alex knows. He knows everything?he found my journal lying open on my desk. (How could I have been such an idiot?!)

Fuck.

To say that he?s pissed is an understatement.

He confronted me last night after dinner.

?I know about the journal, Steve.?

?Journal?? I asked, my voice cracking.

He bowed his head, kneading his forehead in frustration. ?I know about it all. About all the stuff you?ve been feeding me.?

?But I?? I couldn?t string together a complete sentence.

He lifted his head and stared me down, narrowing his eyes. He stood up and walked over to me. Alex is, to put it mildly, physically imposing since his transformation. He wore one of his newer t-shirts, but it was still snug around his shoulders, chest, and gut. I was sitting on my bed and now I was pretty much eye level with his bloated torso. He seemed to tower over me in this state. He stopped in front of me and clenched his fists, causing the cords in his forearms to twist and contract and his arms to fill his sleeves.

?Why, Steve?,? his teeth were grinding with each word, ?Why did you do that?do this,? his chest stood out as his muscles tightened when his voice rose, ?Why would you???

I was simultaneously frightened of what Alex could do to me, and turned on by this display of power. I was paralyzed with fear and lust. Alex noticed I was getting an erection, let loose an angry snarl, and left the room, slamming the door so hard that the clock above it fell. Moments later, he stormed back in and again towered over me, eyeing me furiously.

He shook?or shivered??with anger for a few seconds before he managed to expel, ?I need you to get out of the room.?

I opened my mouth to say something?anything.

?NOW!? he roared, veins standing out on his thick neck.

?Can we maybe??? I began, but Alex interrupted.

?NO! I need you to leave now. I have to take care of this?this thing that you did!?

And then I realized that he was hard. His sweatpants made that much clear. He seemed to shiver again and I saw his cock throb beneath the thin layers of fabric.

?GET THE FUCK OUT NOW!?

I stumbled out of the room just in time for him to slam the door even harder than before. I could?ve sworn I heard the wood frame crack! Outside, it took little effort to hear Alex moaning. It was different than usual: deeper and longer, more strenuous. He was hate-fucking himself, basically. Occasionally I?d hear something slam and break?he was throwing and smashing my things.

I tried to get to sleep on one of the common area couches with little success.

I went to the computer lab. I need to clear my head, so I started writing this with a borrowed pen on some printer paper.

What the hell have I gotten myself into?

(4/16/12)

It?s been 24 hours since Alex flipped out on me. He kept unnervingly quiet the entire day. Just a few minutes ago, he approached me and finally broke his silence.

?You?ve really fucked me over, Steve,? he said, more in control than last night.

?Alex, I?m sorry. I?m so??

?I don?t want to hear it. I?ve read your diary. I know how you feel. You?re not sorry at all, you little fucker. You wanted me to get big, huh? You wanted that? Well guess what? We?re going to see how big I?ve gotten.?

He gripped my arms with his callused hands and squeezed. It felt like someone was stabbing me in my biceps as I reflexively struggled.

?You like that, don?t you, you sick fuck??

I didn?t. I actually would have been beside myself if I wasn?t so scared, but this was not pleasurable at all. He squeezed harder, flexing his biceps and I begged for him to stop.

?You?re the one who wanted me big, Steve. I?ll show you big!? He walked over to mini-fridge and the shelf we kept our food on. ?Where is it??

I hesitated.

?WHERE IS IT!??

?I-i-in the closet. In a cardboard box under my duffel bag.?

He grabbed the box of secret additives and asked me to leave the room like the night before.

?Don?t wait up,? he said, ?I?ll be a while.?

He slammed the door in my face and I heard him grunt first with rage, then with relief.

(4/30/12)

Two weeks since Alex learned what I was doing to him. I?ve been much more careful about this journal?writing only when I?m out of the room.

Alex, meanwhile, has gone into overdrive. He seems to spend all of his free time at the gym (without me, of course) and he?s been gorging himself at every opportunity. It?s as though he?s channeled his rage into something constructive.

I wish I could say the same. My grades have taken a dip lately. I have trouble sleeping. And not just because Alex kicks me out to masturbate every night. Even the nights when he already has had a girl over. And sometimes when I get back from classes the door is locked and I can hear him going at it inside.

But holy shit, has it paid off for Alex. Once again, his shirts and pants fit him like special athletic gear, molding to every contour and bulged of his swelling body. He?s up 295 to according to one of his buddies from the gym! Almost 300 pounds of mass! It?s unbelievable. That?s something like two pounds a day, for crying out loud. He?s as big as a bodybuilder. Maybe bigger. He?s surpassed any progress I could have had him make without his knowledge.

He?s got to be a genetic freak. That or those supplements work even better than I suspected. However it?s happening, he?s making phenomenal gains now that he?s aware. He?s eating every time I see him in the room and I silently avoid eye contact. Word is starting to spread around the school of how hard he is hitting weights. They call him The Beast now, and his workouts are full of loud grunts and the thunderous noise of weights falling to the ground. I haven?t been to gym in a while, but I picture him straining himself, pushing himself to the limit?and then some?every night that I hear him groan and moan.

I think he?s trying to intimidate me, trying to scare me for doing all of this to him. And it?s working. But I don?t think he anticipated that my attraction to his bulk is almost as strong.

Alex is truly a mammoth mountain of muscles now. From his firm gut to his bloated pecs, from his killer calves to his massive quads and hamstrings, from his bulging biceps to his thick triceps, and from his bowling ball-like shoulders to his spreading back.

I think I?m in love. Or I would be if I wasn?t on the verge of pissing my pants every time he looks at me with those dark brown eyes.

(5/3/12)

Alex is gone. All 300 pounds of power gone from my life. For good, it would seem. He transferred rooms and had his stuff out of here before I got back from my last class.

Maybe I should explain why.

But maybe I shouldn?t. I?m afraid he?ll kill me if he finds out I?ve continued writing about him.

No, I need to get this down on paper.

The night of the 1st, Alex was particularly ornery. He came back from the gym, soaked in sweat, and literally tore off his skin-tight black t-shirt in front of me, as though daring me to look. I secreted a glimpse of his hairy, powerful chest flexing and expanding as he stretched his enormous arms. His muscle gut bounced as he turned and walked over to his bed.

?Leave,? he commanded, but I didn?t. Fearful as I am of him, I was drawn like a moth to a flame, unable to avoid what would surely end badly for me.

?LEAVE!? he yelled. He sighed and laid down on his bed. ?FINE! Just stay out of the way!?

To my surprise, he began shimmying his gym shorts down his thick legs. He wasn?t wearing any underwear, having long since outgrown his old pairs, and his dick sprung up, bobbing with his heartbeat.

?Ah, FUCK!? he said to himself as he grabbed his cock with his right hand. His left reached down to his balls which were hefty and swollen, just as he?d told me before. ?Fuck, fuck, yeah,? he moaned.

I began to get very nervous. I broke out into a cold sweat. Was this the greatest moment of my life, or would I regret this?

Alex moaned with his mouth shut, face scrunching up as he began to stroke himself. He let out a breath with a guttural sound and began pumping his cock up and down. Every muscle in his body tensed and flexed as he proceeded. I somehow had not come in my pants yet; I thought I had reached my limit of my self-control when he started grunting in time with his thrusts.

?Fuck. Oh so fucking good. Fuck. Fuck anything?fuck everything. So fucking big??

I got up, the mere act of standing nearly sending me over the edge, and slowly made my way over to him. I wanted to see this up close, and his eyes were closed. What harm could come from getting a little closer?

?Fuck,? he opened his eyes and looked at me, but kept going, ?fuck anything. Fuck me!?

In the right light, it could be argued that this was an invitation. He nodded to me?or was he just rocking his head as his hips bucked? I got closer, sitting down at the end of the bed and his eyes rolled back in ecstasy, a steady stream of curse words flying.

?So damn big?fuck me??

Carefully, I reached over his hair-coated thighs that flexed and contracted with every stroke. I put my hand on his.

?FUCK,? he gasped, and he closed his eyes tight. I didn?t hear him say no. All I saw was a muscle stud, a behemoth of my own creation, begging for relief from overpowering horniness. His pecs flexed up against his stomach as he focused more and more energy on getting off. His body was coated in sweat and veins were surfacing here and there.

I wrapped my hand around the base of his hot cock and took over for him. He cried out again and moaned like an animal. Faster and faster I pumped his cock, until I felt tremors and spasms start to rack his body. I eased up, but his large balls?nearly the size of golf balls?were already pulling up?he was ready to come.

He came, and came, and came. Cum drenched my arms and shirt. He had a lot of it. He must have been pumping it out for at least a minute of what had to be indescribable bliss. I came in my pants, and had to catch my breath.

A few minutes after this I was laying back on my bed, breathing deeply, covered in spunk. If Alex had any particular reaction to me assisting him, he didn?t show it. He was so quiet he might have fallen asleep, actually. I drifted off myself.

When I woke up, Alex was gone. He came back the next morning, very drunk, and unwilling to speak a word to me. He gave me no notice when he transferred rooms.

(5/5/12)

I don?t know what to make of my experience with Alex. Would I do it all over again? I don?t know. But my new roommate has become my new workout buddy. It wouldn?t do any harm if I helped him along a little, would it? And I?ve picked up a few methods for building muscle that I can use on myself, too?

THE END

Want more? Check out Bulking II!

[arpeejay]

Great story, although it ended much too soon!

A sequel is definitely in order, one in which our protagonist gets big, too!

xoxo

Richard

[Mdlftr]

I love this writing!

My favorite lines from this episode:

"I think I?m in love. Or I would be if I wasn?t on the verge of pissing my pants every time he looks at me with those dark brown eyes."

Humor, lust, fear, desire -- it's all here!

Tremendous writing Proteus! A+ for the series!

Well done!

P.s. LOVED the scenario -- I've written a few stories about helpful roommates also, but none like this!

[GTlifter]

Yeah I deifnitely would like a sequel one day and for them to meet up again. I think he was angry about not him doing it to him that he had fallen in love with what he had become. Not only a man beast but also in muscle sexually.

[chocomus]

I really enjoyed this story!
A sequel where he tries growing another and gets dragged along in a growth addictic way sounds good, but i understand you need a rest of this one.

[Proteus]

Thanks for the kind words, everyone! It was a blast writing this and I'll definitely write some more stories in the near future. As for a sequel, it would definitely involve a confrontation between Steve and Alex.

[Ayakitayama1]

Very good story indeed : there is something super-hot about unwanted growth, wish it was a theme more often used.Thanks!

[GTlifter]

Originally Posted by Proteus

Thanks for the kind words, everyone! It was a blast writing this and I'll definitely write some more stories in the near future. As for a sequel, it would definitely involve a confrontation between Steve and Alex.

Confrontation in this case would be good because they both have some stuff to get off their chest. Whatever you want to do man, just keep using that brain and muscle lust of yours in unison

[annoyingone]

please write more, legit the thing I looekd forward to for the past week was the next part of this story

[Mass Driver]

Bump.
Number one.
Steve really hasn't learned his lesson.
Except maybe now he'll bulk himself as much as his unsuspecting roommate.
You know you have a real opportunity here.
New roommate not knowing he's on a bulking cycle.
Old roommate left without turning Steve in to the School.
What will happen if the news that Steve's second roommate
is becoming huge, gets back to his first roommate?
By now it should be close to Spring Break.
All manner of disappearances occur during that week long event.
Steve thinks he went bar hopping with No2, only to wake up, bound to some weght equipment in a dark basement.
No2 "Imagine my surprise a month ago when I got an email from Alex your first roommate. And I wasn't getting big because of the workout partner's help in the gym.
No! Instead I was getting dosed without my consent. That should sound real familiar right now."
Alex "It does to me, Steve. But hey. You should be all for this. As long as we end up making you huge. Right?"
Steve couldn't make a sound for the feeding tube in his throat and the ball gag strapped onto his mouth. But his heart was beating like a rabbit's at that moment.
~~~
But you can write it a lot better than that...
Please do...
Keep Writing.

MD

[philat99]

Confrontation can be good. Hopefully our protagonist is bulked up enough by then to handle it!!!