Mirror Mirror (2 of 2)

[Corwin]

Jon missed the next day of work and the gym. He had no clothes that fit him anymore except for Kyle?s stolen shorts. He went on the internet and bought clothes, paying for 1 day shipping. He didn?t mind walking around nude at home, and he kept staring at himself in the mirror, amazed at his transformation. He bumped his head a number of times on doors until he learned to duck. For some of the smaller doors, he had to twist sideways, or his shoulders would get caught. The weights he had in his house to pump up were like feathers now. An old ez curl bar that he twisted into a prezel proved only a moderate challenge. With each realization of his size, his muscle mass or his power, his massive cock would grow and smack his washboard abs. Jon also learned his balls produced enough cum for him to shoot a dozen times a day and still be ready for more.

The first clothes to arrive was a track suit. He squeezed his arms into the sleeves and watched the fabric stretch to its limits. The suit hung loose over his abs, but his thick lats and beach ball sized pecs required him to zip it up only part way. He had to sinch the waist down while his legs filled ever part of the pants. Jon went commando, his massive balls creating a huge bulge and his python-like rod running down his right leg.

He walked into the shoe store barefoot and tried on a pair of 16 sneakers. They were too small. 17s fit him better. The clerk looked at the size on the box, then his eyes darted to the massive bulge in Jon?s pants. He blushed and his hand was visibly shaking when he gave Jon his change, never making eye-contact with the huge stud.

Jon?s next stop was the gym. He got there earlier than normal, and saw Greg in the parking lot. ?Hey Jon,? he said unsurprised at the man?s transformation.

?Hey. You?re early.? Greg opened the door and held it for the bigger man.

?Ya. Safety inspector had to shut the site down. You?re early too.?

Jon nodded and went into the locker room. He was confused why no one seemed to notice his transformation. He looked in the mirror and saw a shimmer. ?Fixed it,? entered his mind.

Greg was opening his locker, and Jon went to his, pulling out a pair of workout shorts and a jock to hold his goods.

?Hey man, we haven?t worked out together in a while,? Greg said, ignoring Jon while they changed. ?Want me to put you through some paces,? Greg smiled, flexing his arm. ?Feeling really strong today and could use a witness as I crush some of those gym-maxes I?ve set.?

Jon pulled up his shorts, and saw Greg flexing his 20 incher into it?s renowned granite hardness. Jon looked at the mirror. ?Only appearance,? shot through his mind. Jon smiled.

?Sure man,? Jon squeezed his hand into a fist, flexing his forearms to their 20 inch size. ?Feeling pretty stoked myself today.? Jon got a cocky grin on his face as he thought about testing his strength against the strongman.

?Cool. Arms then?? Greg slapped Jon on the back hard. It made a loud smack, but Jon didn?t budge.

Jon grabbed a beater and pulled it over his herculean torso, noting a mild look of surprise on Greg?s face. ?Ready?? Jon asked, slapping Greg back, holding back only a little on his strength. Greg took a stumbled step forward, the look of surprise heavier on his face.

Jon?s smirk grew and he felt a huge rush of cocky self-confidence. He started walking toward the door to the gym. As he opened it, Kyle ran into him, literally bouncing off Jon?s powerful body.

?Whoa!? Kyle said, looking up into Jon?s face. ?Big man, they?re going to need to make larger doors for you!? Kyle laughed. He was used to towering over other men, dominating them with his height and size. Being this close to a larger man made him a bit uncomfortable.

Jon looked down on Kyle, amazed at how skinny he looked. Behind him was Steve. ?Ya, us guys with real mass always have problems with the width of door. Even skinny guys like Jon.?

Jon raised an eyebrow at the little tank. ?See you on the floor, Steve,? he said, pressing past both men. Greg followed, both men walking over to the dumbells.

Greg grabbed a pair of hundred pounders. ?Warm-up??

?Sure,? Jon replied. ?Bit light, but why not.?

Greg started, alternating arms as he curled the weights. At fifteen, he stopped.

Jon too alternated the weights. They felt like nothing, but the feeling of blood flowing into his muscles excited him. At fifteen, he kept going, speeding up, staring straight into Greg?s eyes. At twenty-five, he stopped, putting the weights back.

?So that?s how you want it?? Greg said, grabbing the 150s. He started his set.

Jon grinned, and walked over to the 160s. Grabbing them, he started his second set. He felt energized, his powerful body getting pumped.

Greg watched, as Jon methodically lifted, keeping time with Greg. Greg had 5 reps on Jon, and demanded his strong arms move the weight. Greg?s shredded biceps throbbed larger with power with each rep.

Jon stared at Greg, matching him. The bigger weights felt like nothing, his own arms swelling with power.

At 15, Greg started to slow, but Jon kept the pace. At 20, Greg put the weights down. Jon continued, 16, 17, 18, never slowing. He stopped at 25, and smiled at Greg. ?Looks like that?s how I want it,? Jon finally replied.

?Game on,? said Greg, grabbing 175s. ?Remember, the gym record is 215 for 6, and it?s mine.?

Jon grabbed the 180s. ?Game on.?

Kyle and Steve were several yards away doing bench presses. Kyle got off the bench, his warm-up with 3 plates done. He moved around to put a fourth one on for Steve, noticing Greg and Jon out of the corner of his eye. Steve easily lifted the bar, slowly lowering the bar to his swelling chest, Kyle spotting him but getting distracted by the brewing battle of the powerhouses taking place.

Jon and Greg did rep after rep, challenging each other. Greg stopped at fifteen reps, but Jon did twenty. Greg rubbed his left bicep, forcing blood into it, helping it to recover. He wasn?t going to let Jon dethrone him. Greg was the undisputed strong man.

Jon just looked at him. ?Let me know when you want to start the real workout and give up on these warm-ups,? he said with a smirk. Jon was feeling a huge rush exercising his new body, getting swole, feeling the pump and experiencing the rush of lifting super-heavy weights. And best of all, he loved the knowledge he was stronger than Greg.

Greg grabbed 200s. ?This is my workout weight,? he said. Jon cocked his head, grinned and grabbed the same.

Kyle was now doing his set, and it was Steve who was distracted by Jon and Greg?s power war. Jon worked bis with the huge weight, and watching Greg surpass his maxes was always a turn on. Seeing Jon pushing Greg was new. Jon looked massive and thick, but Jon was taller than Kyle and Steve knew Greg?s shorter stature gave him an advantage.

Greg and Jon counted reps. Greg was working hard, a small layer of sweat developing on his body. He gritted his teeth at the eighth rep, seeing Jon going for nine. He forced it out, feeling his muscle object to the strain. Jon started a tenth. Greg ignored his muscle?s objections, slowly raising the weight. Jon thought about continuing, but not yet. He put the weights down, and so did Greg.

?Good work,? he said to Greg. Greg was breathing hard, and nodded. His arms felt the strain of being pushed. ?That was ten, let?s add some weight. Five or ten more pounds??

Greg rubbed his pumped bis. ?Ten,? he said confidently. ?The way we?re going, I?m going to break my record.?

Jon just nodded and grabbed the weight. Staring into Greg?s eyes, they started to curl. Greg demanded his muscle work. On the seventh rep, he grunted loudly. On the eighth, even louder. On the ninth, his biceps were on fire. The tenth rep was slow, gravity fighting him. He needed to cheat, but he got it. The weights slammed to the ground.

?Fuck!? Greg cried.

Jon?s set was easier. No screaming or grunting, just the deliberate motion of muscle over weight. He was getting pumped, but knew he was capable of a lot more. As he watched Greg struggle for ten, he quickly did twelve reps before replacing the weights.

?Might as well do the 225s. May even get 230,? Greg said. ?You?re one strong SOB. This is a great workout.? Greg flexed his bi hard. ?The strongest is getting even stronger!?

Jon flexed his arm next to Greg?s, deep striations appearing in the muscle. Jon?s bigger muscle looked harder than Greg?s.

?You?re huge, man,? said Greg, ?but not stronger than these beasts.?

?I?m keeping up with you,? Jon replied.

?So far, but I?m just getting started.?

?Why don?t we just cut to the chase and do this directly, mano-a-mano.? Jon walked toward a bench near Steve and Kyle. Jon knelt on one knee, placing his elbow on the bench and flexing his fingers, his huge forearm pulsing with anticipation.

Greg laughed. ?It?s your funeral, man.? Greg positioned his arm.

Kyle and Steve stopped their workout to watch. Jon looked so confident.

?I?ll ref,? said Kyle, walking over and grabbing the men?s clenched hands, their fingers twisting for the best grip. ?On three. One... two... three...?

Greg squeezed Jon?s hand with a grip that could dent metal. Veins throbbed on his arm, powering his unbeaten muscle. He felt his muscles contract hard, his granite body oozing with power and strength.

Jon?s arm didn?t budge. Greg stared him in the eye and pressed hard, throwing his full muscle into the fight.

Nothing.

Jon smiled. ?Figuring it out, huh? You?re strong and were number one.? Jon squeezed Greg?s hand, returning his powerful grip with one stronger.

Greg winced.

?You work out with 200. Think I?ll need 250.? Jon flexed his wrist, causing Greg?s to bend backward. Jon smiled. He pressed into Greg?s arm, taking it halfway down then stopped. ?They say it?s easier when the wrist is bent.? Jon let Greg?s arm come back to neutral, totally controlling the powerhouse. He let Greg?s wrist return to neutral. ?Don?t want to be accused of cheating.? Jon pressed into Greg?s arm, slowly lowering it.

Greg?s face was red. His whole body was shaking as he demanded more and more strength. Jon?s grip crushed into his hand, and he felt his own fail. He hardened his wrist, only to feel his might crack and his wrist bend backward. Superior might forced his arm down, then allowed it back up again. Now he felt Jon?s power again. ?No!? he hissed, redoubling his effort. Sweat began to bead on his head.

Jon watched as he took Greg?s arm past the half way point, then three-quarters of the way down. An inch from the table, their hands stopped. Sweat poured from Greg?s forehead, the strain evident on his face. In his eyes, the realization that he was now number two.

?Yes,? said Jon, slamming Greg?s arm down, holding it there for a second to make the point, then let it go.

?Holy fuck!? said Kyle. ?You made that look easy.?

Jon walked to the dumbells, and grabbed a couple of 260s. He turned toward Kyle, making sure he, Greg and Steve were watching him. He started doing reps, getting a workout for the first time today. He did seven, and struggled a bit on the eighth. He put the weights back.

He walked back to Kyle, looked down into his eyes and said with total confidence, ?It was easy.?

Greg walked away to the dumbells. He picked up the 260s, and couldn?t curl them even once.

Steve got a rush at Jon taking down Greg, but decided that the powerhouse needed to be put in his place. ?You might be strong,? bragged Steve, ?but proportionally I?m still the biggest here.?

?Think so?? asked Jon.

Steve grabbed the base of his shirt and started to lift. ?Ya.? He pulled off his shirt, his unflexed ten pack shadowed by his massive pec shelf. His traps rose tall, and his shoulders made him look as wide as he was tall. He hit a most muscular pose, flexing his massive torso, barn door lats eclipsing everything behind him. His sequoia-sized legs shredded as he cocked his knee to display football-fat calves. ?Being short and massive has some advantages that you tall guys don?t have.?

?Pretty good,? said Jon, removing his own sweat-stained shirt. He hit his own crab. His shoulders appeared wider than Jon?s giant height. His own washboard looked like it could grind rocks into sand. His pecs were round and ripped, veins pulsing over them. His thick lats looked like airplane wings, while his legs and calves made Steve?s look thin. ?Why don?t we let Kyle decide? What do you think??

Kyle was staring at Jon, but Jon?s question awoke him. His eyes darted to Jon, then Steve, then back to Jon.

Jon winked, then relaxed his pose, raising his arms into a mountainous double bicep, making sure his lats flared, pecs raised, abs and legs flexed. Steve did the same, but Jon flexed harder, making sure his dense power radiated from his body.

?Ah...? Kyle said, visibly shaking at the the site of Jon?s power. ?Steve, ah, I think... Fuck, Jon you?re a freak. Damn, what size! Beyond massive everywhere! And your waist. Shit, it looks so small and hard.?

Jon laughed. ?Guess that settles it.? He smacked Kyle on the back, flexing an arm in his face. ?Seems like you like this too!?

Steve didn?t look happy, but nodded to Jon. He scowled at Kyle. ?Guess I just need to work harder.?

?Us too,? said Jon, turning to Greg. ?Now let?s get back to our workout.?

From the squat rack, Ron had watched the whole thing from a safe distance. His mouth went dry when he saw Jon beat Greg. He visibly shuddered when he saw him look down on Kyle. And he nearly creamed himself when Jon and Steve had their flex-off. Ron tried to concentrate on his own workout, but his eyes kept looking toward Jon. Jon was now using bigger weights, but encouraging Greg to push himself. Kyle was doing the same to Steve, urging the little tank to pump bigger.

After about an hour, Ron finished his workout. He walked to the locker room, and his eye caught Jon?s. They nodded to each other.

The locker room was empty, and Ron lifted his shirt. He looked toward the mirror. He was definitely getting bigger. He pushed down his shorts as someone else came in.

?Hey big man, how?s the modeling going?? Jon asked.

?Did a shoot yesterday for Men?s health,? Ron said. Jon walked over to where Ron was and noticed that Ron had taken a deep breath, enjoying Jon?s musky, sweaty scent.

Jon smiled, then grabbed his sweaty shirt. ?I may need some help with this,? he said, lifting it up to his lats. He bent over, his head pointing to Ron so he could get a grip on the fabric. He felt Ron?s hands shaking as he pulled it over. ?Thanks,? he said, taking the shirt and tossing it on a bench. Jon lifted an arm, smelling his sweaty pit but making sure Ron could get a whiff too.

Ron turned, unable to speak. He grabbed a towel, then dropped his briefs, wrapping the towel quickly around his waist.

?Looks like your workouts are paying off. Got a pretty good pump going there.?

Ron turned toward Jon, and blushed. ?You too,? he said, but felt the effect of Jon?s presence and compliment on his pole. Jon noticed the towel tenting out from Ron?s size.

?Probably should lose the towel. That looks uncomfortable,? nodding to the huge bulge. With that, Jon dropped his own shorts.

Ron looked down, his eyes widening. The surprise at seeing the muscle god?s python startled him, and his own towel fell. Ron?s cock appeared to be a good nine inches of semi-hard meat, while Jon?s hung a good nine inches soft.

Jon took a step forward, and grabbed Ron?s dick, stroking it in his big hand. He felt it thicken and harden. ?How big does this thing get??

Ron?s eyes were closed, a look of pleasure on his face. ?On a good day, a bit over twelve. Close to eight and a half thick. Damn, your hands feel good. C-c-c-an I??

?Can you what? You into my size??

?Fuck ya. So tall. Your muscle is incredible. And your strength.?

Jon squeezed Ron?s cock a bit harder, making the man moan. ?Go ahead. Feel anything you want, handsome.?

Ron reached down, and felt Jon?s organ. He was getting harder, and Ron felt Jon begin to rival his own size. When he felt Jon?s cock gain steel-hard status, he opened his eyes. Looking down, he saw that in this sword fight, he lost. ?Fuck! No one ever beat me before!?

Jon felt Ron?s cock flex with excitement. ?Looks like we both have a common problem here. What do you say we go over to my place and resolve the issues.? It wasn?t a question.

Ron nearly lost it. He turned, and put his shorts back on, manipulating his rod as best he could.

Jon did the same,

No word was spoken as the men stowed their stuff. They grabbed their gear and left together.

THE END

[mlbjock]

That was an awesome conclusion!

[iceman75]

Wow, a great conclusion, I loved seeing Jon completely dominate all the men there with his size and strength, Greg was really impressive in his power, how many guys can curl 5/6 his weight with 1 hand? But of course Jon's bigger body gave him the power to go even far beyond that, as was the case with Steve and his muscle size, really hot description of their muscles. Great Job, Corwin, as always, you knock it out of the park.

[philat99]

Great! Thanks!

[MuscleHintz]

I'm going to have to dabble a bit in necromancy here. I just read this story, and my only question is why the fuck haven't I read it sooner?

This is transformation perfection. No other "magical muscle growth" story really creates such an erotic transformation as seen here. What impresses me most is not that the main character, Jon, grows massive. It's that he goes on to universally dominate his fellow musclemen, each who pride themselves in their field of superiority.

My only complaint is that it should be longer, but I think that's testament more to how incredible this story was than it is to anything else!

Keep writing, Corwin!

[EnderFlep]

Could someone please provide a link to the first part of this story? I can't find it.

[Kymuscleboy]

http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=33949

If this link works, this is the first part of the story. I've never posted a link in the forums before, so good luck!

[Corwin]

Originally Posted by Kymuscleboy

http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=33949

If this link works, this is the first part of the story. I've never posted a link in the forums before, so good luck!

It worked when I clicked on it. Thanks for helping share my story stud!