The Cyclist (part 9): What Jonny wants

[Corwin]

Adam went to wake up Brett, and I went to shower. As Brett and Adam
prepared for the day, I spoke with Mark.

"You aren't upset, are you?" I asked him.

"About what?" He was making his breakfast, and had a big shit-eating grin
on his face.

"About walking in on us?" I said meekly.

"Oh, you mean Adam being a cock-tease and you falling for it?" He snickered.
"Is there something to be upset about?"

"Well, I think I would have gone ballistic if I found you horny after a
muscle stud!"

"Why?"

"Well," I began. Then I thought about it. I trust Mark, and know he
wouldn't do anything to intentionally hurt me. I don't own him, and he
doesn't own me. If I were jealous, then it would be my problem, not his.
He trusted me and understood what happened.

I scowled then pouted. He pulled me toward him. "That's my mighty-mouse,
lost in the maze again." He kissed me.

Adam and Brett walked in, and Mark offered to make Brett breakfast, and
added, "and keep your clothes on for now, OK." Brett looked confused and
Adam shot me a look. I shrugged and smiled.

"So, doc, did you change your mind? Will you help me?" asked Adam after
breakfast was done.

"I'm still not sure, but I think maybe," Mark began, "yes, I'll give you
another treatment. But I want to plan this out. I don't want to jump into
anything." Mark paused. "Look. This whole experiment isn't going as I
thought. I began to develop the serum to help people with muscular
diseases. When I found it increased muscle mass and density in athletes, I
approached the school with my results. They were excited and got the team
involved, something about increasing donations when we have a winning team.
I had predicted that you would become super-athletes with exceptional size
and strength. Most of you guys did. What I didn't predict was you and
Brett."

Mark looked at them, the began to pace. "I had never considered how the
serum changed anything more than muscle, but it does. It changes your whole
endocrine system. In some ways, you actually begin to produce the serum.
It's your body's way of keeping the muscle, but you can also pass it on to
anyone else who's had the treatment. I had never thought that possible. I
knew that some of the team referred to Adam as a 'faggot', but I thought
that was play. When your growth exceeded anything I had predicted, I began
to run tests."

"You mean all those blood tests and having us cum and pee in the cup?" Brett
asked.

"Yes, those tests. I wasn't surprised to find the serum in your blood, but
I was surprised to find it in your semen. I was even more surprised to find
that it wasn't exactly the serum. Your bodies had changed it, and everybody
changed it slightly differently. Later, I figured out that it was
interacting with your own particular genetic code. I also learned that when
you two exchanged semen, it boosted the effects of the growth serum and
changed it even more."

"So, you're saying that because we were gay, we became super-super men!"
Adam smiled.

"Well, because you had gay sex, yes, that's essentially true. I thought I
had locked all this stuff away in my notes, but apparently Jonny somehow
found out." Mark frowned. "He's obviously been, er,"

"Sucking cock," added Adam helpfully.

"sucking cock. more than one, probably," agreed Mark, still frowning.
"There's more. When I got to the lab today, I was still unsure about all
this. I guess I had a bad feeling about Jonny, but," Mark paused again, "he
was in the gym this morning with some of the other players. He was wearing
only a pair of briefs, and clearly showing off, bragging about how he had
beaten Brett at arm wrestling. I walked over to him. I wanted to hear his
side."

"'What's up?' I asked."

"'Nothing. Just showing the guys here what the coach said has come true.
Look.' He pointed at the dial on the arm curl machine. It was programmed
for Adam's workout. He grinned. 'Watch,' he said. There was something
cocky in his voice."

"Ya, I know that routine. I've only been able to squeeze out seven reps on
it so far."

"I know. Today, Jonny did 10. I watched as he broke every one of your
records. After each, he flexed his muscles demonstrating that he was in
fact the biggest of the big. I'm sorry, Adam." Brett put his arm around
Adam. I could tell that Adam knew he wouldn't be able to protect either of
them anymore should Jonny attack.

"There's more. It was something unspoken, something in the way he was
acting. It's hard to describe," Mark paced and shook his head. "I went to
my office, but I heard him in the locker room. He was with five or six of
the other players. They were having an orgy. Or maybe a better way to put
it is they were worshipping his muscles as he was sucking them off."

"You mean getting more growth juice," I said.

"I think so. I'm suppose to meet the boys at 4 o'clock for their weekly
injection." Mark looked at me. "I'll know more after that. Until then, I
want you two to stay here." Mark pointed to Brett and Adam. "Scott, can
you be at my lab at 4?"

"Sure."

I got to the lab a few minutes before four. Jonny was there with some of
the older teammates. I walked into Mark's office.

"Jonny showing off again?" I asked.

"Still. He's been here all day, or at least since I got back. As the guys
come in to train, he gives them a very intentional display of his strength.
Then he goes in to shower and there's an orgy. Some guys haven't gone along
with it, but many have. Here, I want you to see this."

Mark pulled up a chart on the screen. It was labeled, "Workout Adam-1" and
graphed reps and weight. Every time the reps got above 10, the weight
increased automatically. The graph showed that there was a steady increase
that seemed to be accelerating.

"That's a graph of Jonny's workout today."

"Today? But, doesn't it show..."

"that 'the Weed' is growing faster than I had thought possible," said Mark,
finishing my sentence. "I'll need to run some tests. Let's get this over
with."

Jonny was finishing up a set of squats, doing a set of 10 with his butt
going down to the the floor. One of the older teammates was looking at the
readout. As Jonny finished, a look of astonishment came over the kid's
face. "Man, that's almost a third more than Adam's max. Weed, what type
of fertilizer you on to grow that fast. Man, you just keep getting
stronger and stronger."

"And don't forget bigger!" Jonny bragged, flexing his quads into a hardness
that displayed rivers of muscle fiber and veins. It looked like his
paper thin skin would rip as the muscle forced itself out and stretched it
beyond its limits. As he relaxed, he shook his thigh, showing the amazing
thickness of the muscle belly. Wave after wave of relaxed muscle lashed
about in Jonny's demonstration of his awesome mass.

"Jonny, if you're done, we'd like to get started," Mark said, walking into
the locker room. The nine other new team members were already there. One
by one Mark gave them shots and told them to wait in the gym. I watched the
process as each bodybuilder-caliber athlete got the shot that would cause
them to grow. Jonny was the last one. I walked behind him.

"Jonny, I've been watching your growth. You're way ahead of the curve, and
I'd like to get some more data on you if that's OK."

"I guess so doc. Anything for science," said Jonny, though his face
betrayed a bit of skepticism.

"Before I give you the shot, I'd like to get some baseline measurements. Do
you know them by any chance?"

"Sure do." Jonny smiled. "Checked myself out yesterday after I beat Brett
in arm wrestling."

"Fine. Scott will measure you and if you tell me what they are, I'll record
them," instructed Mark.

"Let's start with your arms," I told Jonny. "Hold your arm out straight out
and make a fist. I'll get your forearm."

"21 and a half," said Jonny, not looking at the tape.

"More like 22 3/4," I said. Jonny smiled. "Now that gun of yours."

"28 and solid," Jonny pronounced as his huge show muscle grew before me.

"30 1/8," I said. Jonny's smile got wider.

"Ok, raise your arms up and let me wrap this around your chest." I put the
tape under Jonny's pits, around his thick defined back and massive pecs.
"OK, relax first."

"Should be about 70, unflexed," bragged Jonny, now expecting my correction.

"More like 75. Go ahead and flex," I said as I loosened the tape.

"Gotta be close to 90."

"94. Waist." I dropped the tape and pulled it in. A lot.

"31."

"Almost 31 1/4."

"My thighs were 50 yesterday," said Jonny as I knelt to measure his legs,
"but I just worked them so they have a good pump". Damn, the kid was making
me hard. I've always appreciated big legs, even if mine were half again as
large as his. I wrapped the tape around the thickest part of his
boulder-hard leg.

"Looks like 52." I said.

"Huh, maybe I didn't get as much of a pump as I thought. The weight was a
bit light," then he added, "for me."

"And last calves," I said.

"25," he commented, flexing his calves into wide diamonds of power.

"28." I said.

"Growing like a fuck'n weed!" he said, hitting a most muscular as I stood
up. "Ya know, you forgot one," added Jonny, grabbing his massive package.

"I'd like to give you the injection first," said Mark. Jonny nearly jumped
into the chair and relaxed his thigh. Mark inserted the needle and emptied
it's contents. I watched as Jonny's body started to flush, first the thigh,
then his leg, then his abs and his other leg, his chest and last his arms
and neck.

Jonny grinned and closed his eyes. He let out a slight moan. "Man, this
is a real rush this time," he said. For the first time since starting the
trial, there was actually a perceptable change in a subject. Jonny was
growing in front of us. Not much, but he was definitely getting bigger.
It was like every pump of his heart made him slighly large, as if something
was inflating the muscles. After about five minutes, it seemed to stop.

"Jonny, why don't you wait with the others. I'll prepare the supplements
and give them to you in about 45 minutes," said Mark.

"Thanks doc. Wow, that was intense. I could almost feel myself growing,"
said Jonny as he walked out.

After he left, I turned to Mark. "Did you see that."

"Yes. Very strange," was all he would say. Mark set up a series of
syringes and beakers, filling each with the protein supplement. We also
planned for the next phase. At the right time, we called the team back in.
Jonny was obviously bigger than just a few minutes ago. Mark gave everyone
their supplements. Jonny asked for 4 refills. His muscles seem to fill out
with each drink. Finally, I got the tape back out.

"Gonna measure me again doc?" asked Jonny, the shit-eating grin returning to
his face.

"Yes Jonny. I'd like to understand better how these injections are
effecting you," Mark said. It wasn't exactly a lie, but it wasn't the whole
truth either.

"Hey guys, you interested. Wanna hear how The Weed is grow'n?!"

There was a chorus of "oh yas" and "sures" from the guys.

"OK, you know the drill," I told Jonny. Jonny held out his arm out and I
measure around his forearm. "28," I said. Jonny smiled. "Guns. 35,"
Jonny's smile got wider. "Chest relaxed. 81. Go ahead and flex," I told
him. "101. Waist." I dropped the tape and pulled it in. A lot. "Almost
31 3/8. And the thigh is .... 56. Calves." I read off the last number.
"28." Jonny's face was aglow with pride.

"Jonny, can we get your weight now?" Mark asked.

"Sure Doc, but first let's loose this." He put his thumbs in the wasteband
of his trunks. "Want to get an accurate reading right?" Jonny slowly began
to push the briefs over on massive thigh, then the other, turning
deliberately and flexing his abs and back. When the elastic had trouble
getting over the new mass on his thigh, he made a show of the effort,
flexing his arms to pressure the fabric beyond its limits. He looked
surprised when it ripped, faking an 'oh my god' expression then flexing his
quads, ripping the fabric more. "Guess I'll need a new pair," he said as he
pushed the tatters to his calves, bending over and flexing his lats to their
incredible maximum width.

As he stood up, he slid his hands up his legs to his flacid cock. Free from
its confinement, it hung nearly to his knees. He lifted it, breaking the
sweaty bond between it and his balls. It also gave him an opportunity to
show off his massive endowment. He walked to the scale, making sure his dick
flopped between his two powerful thighs. "I weighed 350 yesterday, all
muscle of course," he bragged.

"Looks like it's 425 now," I said, reading off the number to Mark.

I looked at the guys. Some said, "fuck!", "whoa!" or other explitives.
Many had obvious erections at the sight of the hulking he-man Jonny had
grown into, almost before their eyes. "Wait til Adam sees you now!" said
one kid.

"Adam? That wimp! He hasn't shown his face all day. Even missed his
workout. He knows I'm number one around here now. He and Brett are
probably afraid to show their faces." Jonny strutted over to me and Mark.

"OK, boys, shows over for you now. I'd like to get some blood samples from
Jonny," said Mark in an authoritative voice. The boys got up to go.

"Wait for me in the gym, guys. Let's see what these muscles can do now!"
Jonny told them. A few looked back smiling.

"OK doc, what now?" Jonny asked after he left.

"First, let me get a blood sample. I'd like to see how much of the formula
your system is retaining." Mark pulled out an empty syringe with a test
tube on one end.

"Think you'll be able to find a vein," ask Jonny, twisting and flexing his
arm, watching the thick blue vein bounce on his bicep.

"I think so," said Mark, wrapping a rubber cord around his arm and sticking
him a little harder than necessary. The tube filled with Jonny's life
liquid. When he was finished, he pulled out the needle and placed a cotton
ball on the wound. "Think you can give me a urine sample?" Mark said,
placing a bandage of the cotton.

"Sure. Gotta take a whiz anyway." Jonny grabbed one of the sterile beakers
and started to piss. He handed the liquid to Mark, who poured into a flask
and corked it.

"Now we'd like a semen sample from you. You've done this before. If you
want some privacy, you can use my office. There are some magazines in their
if you want to use them," Mark said, sounding very professional.

"I don't think so, doc," said Jonny.

"Excuse me?" Mark was a bit less professional sounding.

"Look doc. You know that my spunk is supercharged, and you know I know.
I'm not stupid. Come on! I just grew 75 pounds in one day. No one in your
experiment has done that before right? And you know why I grew? Cause I've
been collecting some samples myself and look at the result." Jonny put his
arms behind his head and flexed his arms, chest, back then legs into a most
muscular pose. "Can't let my spunk get around. Who knows who might get it?
They might even use it to get bigger than this." He relaxed and added, " I'm
the biggest, badest man around and I like it."

"Not quite," I said.

"Huh?"

"I'm still bigger than you. Way bigger." I said. I took off my glasses,
and pulled my shirt over my head. "You're looking at over 800 pounds of
muscle. That's twice as big as you." I flexed my massive arm and put it
in his face. "See."

Jonny stared, then started to walk away. I stepped in front of him.

"Move," he ordered. I stood firm. He placed his hands on my chest and
started to push. I flexed my pecs and stood my ground. I felt his hand
begin to try and dig into my chest. Looking down, I saw his forearm flex as
he tried to close his fingers into my massive pec. I flexed a bit harder,
watching his fingers turn red, unable to conquer the iron hardness of my
muscle.

I had had enough. I looked him in they eyes and wrapped my hand around his
wrist. I squeezed. As I slowly increased the pressure, I saw pain enter
his eyes. At the point before his bone would break, I slowly pushed his
hand from my chest. He clenched his other hand into a fist and, like a
lightning bold, swung it into my abs. I heard the crack and Jonny winced
in pain as his most powerful punch met my immovable might. Smiling at him,
I began to twist his arm with my one hand. Sure, he fought me, but with my
muscle, his resistent felt like a baby's resistence against an adult. As I
twisted him around, moving his unwilling arm behind his back, I noticed
something else. The Weed was growing, but it wasn't his muscle this time.
His flacid cock wasn't quite so flacid anymore.

I placed my free hand on his chest. He flexed it when he felt me start to
squeeze. "Harder," I whispered in his ear as I increased my grip. I felt
the cords of his hard muscle as my fingers dug into them. "That all you
got," I taunted. I felt him flex more, pushing my fingers out a bit. I
would have none of that as I increased my grip and dug them in more. The
Weed was now almost fully erect, his massive cock brushing against the hand
that was torturing his pec. "Mark, looks like we can measure the boy's other
growth now."

I released my grip and slowly moved my hand down Jonny's cock, brushing his
nipple as I passed it. Mark came over, and as he started to measure, I
squeezed the base of the rigid dick, causing it to grow more. "Just help'n
out, boy," I whispered to him. His struggles had almost stopped and I moved
my free fingers to brush against his balls.

"21" Mark told us.

I let go of his cock, and moved my hands to my pants. I undid them, forcing
them down over my massive legs and freeing my organ. Using the force of my
single arm, I forced him to face me. "Looks like I'm bigger than you there
too." I put my hand around our two organs and stroked them together. "I
got a deal for you. You think you're spunk is hot? Mine is radioactive.
You think that little growth spurt was something, think what will happen if
I let you suck me off. Think of that fertilizer, Weed. You'd be the
fuck'n Hulk. I'll even let you do it, if you can get me off before I get
you off. If I get you off first, we get a sample of your spunk.
Otherwise, you get to be the biggest and the badest. The choice is yours,"
I said, giving his cock a brief squeeze at the end.

Jonny looked at me. I saw lust in his eyes. He wanted to be big, sure,
but he was getting off on being dominated. I could use that.

"Deal," he said. Immediately I forced him to the ground. I pried his
legs apart and attacked his balls with my mouth. Sucking one, then the
other. He struggled, but he was no match for me.

"Hey man, give me a chance at you. Please!" he cried. I turned so he
could jerk me off while I sucked those huge nuts of his. He squeezed, and
I forced my cock to be harder. I heard him moan as he stroked inch after
inch of my steel-hard dick, finally rubbing his hands over the firm
softness of its sensitive head. I felt his balls begin to retract. I
raised an arm and flexed it, making sure he saw the incredible peak. I
made the mass rise, forcing a pump, and rubbed my fingers against the
massive mound. Jonny's balls were tight now, so I licked the sensitive
spot under his cock with my tongue. I felt his back begin to arch as he
muttered, "uh, no, uh."

Mark had a beaker ready. The kid erupted into it, filling it three
quarters full with his pure muscle jizz. As the eruption subsided, I
stopped and let him get up.

"Please, you gotta let me suck you! Please! Man, that was so hot.
Please, let me suck you off!" Jonny's begging was cute, but this wasn't
part of our deal.

I threw him an extra large pair of shorts and said, "Better luck next
time. I think you have some fans to impress out in the gym, Weed."

Jonny walked out. When he got to the door, he shook his head and pulled
his shoulder's back, putting on a show of unabashed confidence.

"Think I should stick around? He might try something," I warned Mark.

"No. I'll be fine. I need to analyze this. Here," Mark poured most of
Jonny's creme into a clean beaker. "Take this with you. I'll see you back
home in a couple of hours."

I left to see what Adam and Brett were up to back at our apartment. As I
walked through the gym, The Weed was holding court, lifting an amazing
amount of weight and turning on every guy around him.

[fleXodus]

Corwin,

I'm not sure what kind of response you are getting to this and your other stories, but I'd certainly hope it's more than what people are posting here in response to your postings, because I think your stories and writing are incredible.

I really love the twists and turns in the plot in this story. I especially enjoy your description of growth and the relation between the characters as they outgrow one another. Very VERY hot. I also like the fact that you quantify the growth in measurements. Lastly, but definitely not the least -- I really enjoy the relationship between Mark and Scott. What a great couple -- and the passion and affection they share in the story is just awesome and beautiful.

Anyway, I hope you're getting enough feedback from other people to continue writing. I for one would LOVE to see this continue. By the way, I really liked how you describe Jonny visibly growing after his injection (in time with his heartbeat) -- damn, that was hot. It'd be great to see some more of this "visible" growth in more detail if you can work it into the story. I'd certainly love to see Adam show Jonny who's boss... but be sure to describe his growth in detail if he does get big once more!

Awesome, AWESOME story! One of the most creative and engaging stories i've read in a while!

- flex

[thufirhawat]

Hi,

I totally agree with fleXodus, you are an incredible writer.
Maybe all of us have no time to answer and congratulate you because we are too busy beating off while reading your HOT stories !!!

Anyway, it's very good work. I hope you will post still for a long time.

[Corwin]

Thanks guys. Working on the conclusion (part 10) now. I may be tempted to write an epilogue if people would like that.

[jcnutt]

Corwin,

My words here can nopt begin to describe how well your storied are written, and the way they affect the reader. This story is one of the most amazing things I have ever read, and the dream sequence will forever be something to go back to, again and again. Please be assured that you are appreciated for what you write in here, I only wish I had a smidge of the talent to describe the thoughts that run through my head...

Please never stop writing....