(Un)identical Twins

[redkage]

?Look what I found.?

Justin slammed a flyer down onto the table in front of Brock. The paper itself was a dull, weathered yellow, and the words were small, neat and extremely plain.

?A piece of trash?? Brock said sarcastically towards his twin brother. Brock and Justin were identical twins. They both had the same cropped blonde hair, the same deep blue eyes, they almost had the same exact weight as well, with Brock trailing behind Justin at just 3 pounds. They were even roommates at the same dorm at the same college, taking the same exact classes! Brock had always been the dominant twin, with Justin copying his every action from childhood. Personally, Brock was getting sick and tired of being ?identical.? He tried to put on some muscle in order to be different, but then Justin started lifting weights as well.

?No, it?s an ad!? Justin sat down on the chair across from Brock. ?It?s says here they are testing a new drug to enhance muscle growth. And the best part is, they?re paying a lot of money!?

?You think I?d resort myself to being a guinea pig?? Brock said as he stared Justin coldly in the eye. ?No thank you.?

?But come on, look at how much they?re paying!? Justin whined almost in a childlike manner. ?With this we can pay our-?

?Pay our what?? Brock raised in eyebrow.

?Err?.you see??? Justin looked away, trying to avoid eye contact with Brock. ?I?.kinda lost some of our money on?.a?bet.?

?You did WHAT!?? Brock jumped up, his chair was knocked down in the process. ?How could you do something so STUPID!??

?But I got a tip that-?

?I don?t care what you got, all I wanna know is how are you gonna get us outta this mess!?? Brock yelled, leaning over the table towards Justin so much that he could almost grab him.

?That?s why I suggested we participate in the experiment.? Justin said, moving his chair and himself back from Brock a bit. ?We can use the money to pay for the rent, and still have some to keep for ourselves!?

Brock glared fiercely at Justin, his hand reaching down and crumpling the yellow sheet of paper in his hand.

?Fine.? He said, his voice still had a slight edge in it. ?We?ll go do this shit. But if I sprout an extra arm or something, I?m using it to strangle you!?

?Ah...ha?ha?ha..? Justin laughed a little nervously.

* * *

?Sign right here.? The man in the lab coat pointed to end of the papers. Justin and Brock both signed their sheets and handed the clipboards back to the man. The man nods and hands them to his assistant.

?For the next 3 days, we?ll give one of you the new drug, and the other a placebo.? The man explained. ?We?ll observe the effects they?ll have on you as you progress through the study. At the end of the 3 days we?ll release you as well as give you your pay.

?It?s safe, right?? Brock said skeptically. ?I?m not going to turn green or anything, am I??

?Of course it is.? The man nodded. ?We tested the drug thoroughly to make sure it is not harmful to living beings. We do want to see if there are any side effects though.?

?You mean like getting bitch tits or a small dick?? Brock said before Justin did.

?We?re not entirely sure, honestly.? The man said awkwardly. ?We?re unable to determine if the drug will have the same effects as steroids, but it has shown some genital enhancement to male animals??

Brock?s right eyebrow raised at the thought. A bigger dick? There was something worth shooting for.

?So when do we start?? Justin asked politely.

?After we take your measurements, weight, and also your max lifting weight to study any increase in strength as well.? The man pointed towards a door on the other side of the room. ?Just enter in there and do as you are told.?

Justin and Brock exchanged a glance, stood up, and walked towards the door and entered it.

[jsmith2300]

Please, sir, may I have some more?

Glad to see you've taken the initiative, redkage. I do hope that the fine authors on his board can be inspired to continue this promising story!

--jsmith

[redkage]

I just hope someone else writes it as well. There is NO WAY i am going to do all of this by myself. I'm just not that creative.

[muscl4life]

Hey guys, I'm giving my humble contribution to this story which seemed to interest many guys in the forum. I really loved the set up created by redckage, so I just added a few more details and built a more solid "sci-fi" enviroment. Also, I noticed that the boys were told just one brother would be given muscle growth formula, and in my opinion this wasn't quite suitable, because when conducting such experiments only the scientists are aware of that fact, so the volunteer will think he's being given what he was told. Therefore I decided to add a new character - the doctor and staff members, hoping that it'll help possible chapters in the future, plus I haven't done any growth yet, not even choose the one who will grow - perhaps someone else can give it a try .

so, here I give you part 2.

Bruno

Justin and Brock proceeded to the wide room, which looked like those mad scientist’s laboratories – lots of machinery and expensive equipment, the staff members quickly surrounded them, taking out their clothes before they could even protest, so at the very next moments they were both buck naked, standing each one on this weird appliance scanning their bodies while the staff members read the results.

“Specimen # 1 – Finnerty Alpha: height: 5’9”, weight: 152 pounds, arms are 13 ? inches, chest at 39 inches and ?, legs 19 inches, waist 32 inches. Total body fat percentage 12.3” – a researcher announced the readings on Brock.

“Specimen #2 – Finnerty Beta: height: 5’9 inches and 1/4; weight: 149 pounds, arms are 13 inches, chest at 39 inches, legs 18 ? inches, waist at 32 inches. Total body fat percentage 11.7%” – The other announced as soon as the numbers popped out on his screen, which made Brock smirk to his twin brother because, although Justin always claimed to be slightly taller than his sibling, such difference now meant nothing since Brock had much better stats than his brother.

The Finnerty twins were then taken into another area of that huge laboratory, which resembled a state-of-the-art gym with modern equipment only seen in those very expensive health clubs. Brock and Justin were told to perform specific exercises like bench press, bicep curls, dead lifts and squatting-downs, besides the usual sit-ups, push ups, chin ups and lots of cardio – such a vast routine it took them several hours to finish, since they not only had to train but also they were asked to rest properly and to eat the meals the staff gave to them, between reps they were constantly checked and monitored, with sensors connected to their bodies and even masks to scan their breathing ratings. They measured down to every single physical detail on each brother, which made clear that Brock was definitely the fittest of the twins, since he had surpassed his brother in every single possible way – he was stronger, faster, he had the best stamina, his organism was more used to physical stress – at the end of the day they were both exhausted, but poor Justin had to bear the constant grin on his brother’s expression – a silent smile that was, but to a twin brother it shouted “I’m way better than you, sucker!”.

Finally, after almost 12 hours of the exhausting evaluation, Justin and Brock Finnerty were dismissed for that day – but to their surprise they could not go back home, they were told to remain at the laboratory facilities, where they would be properly installed to rest and recover for the following day. Each brother was given a very comfortable suite, with comfortable bed and furniture, plasma TV with a potent home-theater system, not to mention the hot tub in the bathroom – “NO WAY! That room is bigger than our fucking dorm!” – Shouted Brock as he ran into Justin’s own room, noticing that it was also very sumptuous and comfortable – “And we’re only spending two nights here? Fuck, I could get used to this!” Justin said as he checked the hot tub in his own bathroom.

After a few moments, the staff members brought the twins’ supper, gently telling each one that he was supposed to remain in his own room for the night, no further contact with the other brother would be allowed until the next morning. Both Brock and Justin exchanged puzzled looks, but since they were being fairly paid, decided not to complain about those weird rules, so they parted, each one went to his own suite, only to realize that after the staff left the room, the doors were automatically locked.
Brock didn’t lose any time to attack his food, he was starving after such hard work out, but as he opened the tray which served the meal there was this small vial containing two pills. The blond man smiled – “I knew they would chose me, I’m clearly the best one to test their formula!” Brock thought as he quickly gulped the pills – “Let the growth begin!” he said out loud as he started eating voraciously his rather substantial dinner.

After finishing his supper, Finnerty Alpha noticed the extent collection of porn on his nightstand, vividly remembering what the researcher said about the “probable side-effects such as penile and testicular enlargement” his cock grew hard almost instantly, he quickly searched for a good video he popped one in the machine, noticing that the male actors were rather muscular and well endowed – “Just like I’ll be in a short time!” he considered as he started jerking off. Strangely, between the straight scenes, Brock noticed an edition on the film, scenes from a different title were mixed, this time that was male on male action, but he was so excited about the other scenes, he couldn’t help but keep on jerking off, especially because the actors on that gay porn were even bigger and more muscular than the “straight” ones – “Who cares if they’re fucking men? With a body like that, I’ll have anyone I want” he grinned while his finally spewed a large load all over the sheet. After that Brock simply relaxed and soon after he was soundly sleeping.

Meanwhile, Justin could not feel really comfortable in all that cozy environment, he couldn’t help but thinking that he was probably being watched by cameras, in a weirder version of “big Brother” – he decided to play cool took a long warm bath before eating, since he needed to relax his sore muscles from all that exercise –When he uncovered the tray, Justin felt really embarrassed to see the glass with the pills placed aside his dish, he knew that he was in much worse conditions than his twin brother, everybody seemed to fail noticing their slight body differences, but when it came to physical capabilities, Justin felt that he wasn’t related to Brock at all – “There’s no way they are going to pick me instead of Brock, I might as well take the placebo and go home with my money!” he whispered popping the pills into his mouth.

Since he couldn’t sleep at all, no matter how much his body ached from all that exercise, Justin decided to take a look on the collection of DVD’s strategically placed on the nightstand, there was nothing else but porn, and Justin realized they were probably trying to analyze his sexual behavior under such circumstances – “There’s no way they’re gonna get me to jerk off to their hidden cameras!” He kept looking around and found some other DVD’s with bodybuilding shows like the Mister Olympia or Mister Universe – Justin’s smile grew wider – “Well, if this works out for Brock he might as well become a bodybuilder…” he thought as he watched through the whole collection for a couple of hours – Finnerty Beta couldn’t help but getting boned while he watched such massive bodybuilders displaying their humongous physiques, competing for the spotlight and the attention of the judges, flexing and trying to prove the audience they were the biggest and most muscular men among those incredible specimen of muscularity – “What if I would become like them? How would Brock react if I became the stronger of us?’ he couldn’t help but smiling, his boner now was evident under the sheets, so he just took his hard 8 inches cock and started jerking off watching the classic confront between Dorian Yates and Nasser El Sonbaty disputing the mister Olympia title – “If only I would be given the formula…” he soon came but after only a few minutes of recovering, all the time watching to the video, Justin resumed masturbating, this time while he watched to Lou Ferrigno trying to tower over Arnold in the classic 1976’ Mister Olympia contest, the height difference between “Hulk” and “Conan the Barbarian” didn’t work as the former expected, Arnold looked even more solid and massive than Lou, his confidence and charisma were untouchable, and his muscles flexed even harder, making it look like Hulk needed another dose of his gamma rays.

Inside the Control Room, the ChemTech staff watched carefully to each detail, their highly detailed study over the specimen produced many interesting information, they watched the twins behavior simultaneously thanks to the hidden micro cameras spread all over the room. A tall, lean broad shouldered man watched everything very closely – his straight dark hair and flawless tanned complexion, the serious focused look on his face, while he kept taking notes on his palmtop, the staff members had the clinical information compared and put into graphics and charges.

“Dr. Emerson, both specimen given the first dose of the formula, as you ordered” the man said looking for his supervisor approval – “Of course they were both given the formula, now you get back to monitoring their readings, and let me command this experiment” the man said with a strong mandatory look – his eagle shaped nose and square jaw line, framed by the impeccably trimmed goatee only made his persona to be even more feared among his staff.

The dark haired man looked back at Justin as he blew another load, nodding his head in approval he grinned – “Tomorrow we’ll start increasing the dose on one of the specimen, after that we’ll gradually increase it to the point the gains in one brother will be so much greater than the other they’ll think one of them isn’t getting the muscle growth formula at all!” – Thought Rupert Emerson as he checked the data on both twins – they were clearly the best specimen for such experiment, not only each will be the perfect control for the other, but the chance to explore the results of different concentrations of the revolutionary Muscular Hypertrophy Treatment – MHT – he developed under ChemTech sponsorship. “I’ll be able to study the influence of the conscious mind over my formula, the feedback of the host organism when he is aware of being given the MYT and when he is convinced that he’s not being given any formula at all!” The devilish grin on Rupert’s face was undeniable, but no staff member would dare to ask him what was causing such thing…

To be continued … by someone else

[redkage]

For a moment there I was starting to feel like no one would contribute. I'm glad to see at least one person adding onto the story. Now, who's posting the next one?

[Xyggurat]

I hope I'm not overreaching myself a bit by adding in a plot twist. I really wanted to add to the story, but I think I may have drawn the tale back into my comfort zone. If so, feel free to disregard!

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"Emerson's going to get canned any day now," said Marcus Snow. The words sounded alien, too refined and perfectly phrased, coming from that rumbling basso voice. Well over six feet tall and dark like polished ebony, the man exuded power. "I applaud your service to the company. You're sure only one of the brothers got the formula?"

"Yes, sir," the research assistant mumbled. "The other one was given a placebo."

"You look like you feel guilty."

"No, sir, it's just--never mind."

Snow quirked his eyebrow. "Tell me."

"Dr. Emerson hired me. I know his methods are a bit unorthodox, but he seems really confident about what he's doing."

He slouched as he finished speaking, obviously discomfited by Snow's unflinching gaze. Fletcher Thomas was normally a confident boy, handsome enough despite spending most of his hours at the computer. He was slender and on the tall side, about 5'11, and had that stretched look of someone who had never quite grown into his physique. He was a malleable boy, once Marcus had discerned how to bring out his inner sense of company loyalty.

Sometimes even the loyal needed reinforcement. "All of the doers of great evil throughout history have thought that they were doing right. Dr. Emerson may not be evil, but he is using company funds for an experiment that we did not authorize. All you're doing is keeping him honest without his knowledge."

Fletcher gave a solemn nod, and Snow rewarded him with a faint smile.

Snow had studied Fletcher's file until he knew everything about the boy that the ChemTech brass could collect. He could recall every word of the file with photographic precision, but more than that, he knew the unseen words about Fletcher, those written between the lines. It would not have been a stretch to say that he had Fletcher Thomas by the balls.

The boy's eyes were touring Snow's office. Marcus watched the boy as his eyes took in the burnished wooden wall panels with their honeyed glow, the desk with its bronze paneling and black glass surface. Fletcher's eyes finally settled on the eastern wall. It featured a priceless mosaic recreation of a Shuplyak Oleg painting, aptly entitled "Going to Hell." He wondered briefly if the boy would recognize the theme of the piece. It was one of his favorites, a reminder of the price of morals lost. Emerson would have to be dealt with, and Marcus cursed the politics

"Director Snow," Fletcher began. Marcus motioned him on. "I just want to say, I appreciate you trusting me with this assignment. This internship with ChemTech means a lot to me and my family."

"Yes, your family," Marcus chuckled. "How is your mother?"

A barely-imperceptible spasm rattled through Fletcher.

"She's well, sir. The... bonus you gave me has really helped with her debts."

"Keep up the good work, and ChemTech will make sure she remains well provided for." And, Marcus added to himself, that none of her friends on the school board find out about her nasty little habit.
*****

Brock felt edgy as soon as he woke up. His dick was tenting the blanket. He was more sore than he'd expected after all of that excercise, but it occurred to him that perhaps the pills were working.

Brock threw off his sheets, smirking at his big cock. He ran a hand down his taut, if not especially muscular, stomach. His pole was throbbing and hard, and it bucked with expectation as his hand closed around it. Precum had already lathered the shaft. He told himself that it felt a little bigger than usual, thicker, but he couldn't be sure. He was certain that ChemTech wouldn't waste the formula on his scrawny, pathetic brother. Justin wouldn't even know what to do with muscle if he got it, and Brock clung tight to the belief that his naturally aggressive nature made him a perfect choice for the wonder drug.

Images flashed in his mind of his muscles, gleaming and pumped from a superb workout. His ideal body, a perfect V-shape, with massive, cannonball delts and an impossibly slender waist. An unbroken treasure trail from sweat-polished six-pack abdominals to a massive cock that would prove to anyone who wondered that he was an Alpha Male. He longed to be huge. The desire had never been so prevalent as to cause him pleasure before, but now that the opportunity was here, Brock jerked himself with unrestrained fervor.

His dick leapt, rearing its swollen purple head. The first thing he'd do would be to show Sarah his huge new cock. That bitch had said it was a good size, but she had seen bigger. He wondered if Justin's was the same size, but then again, he was certain that his had to be bigger than his anemic brother's. Brock gave his six inch dick one last furious stroke.

His abs clenched, coming into relief below the hairless skin of his upper stomach. His toes curled involuntarily, and he let out a groan as his hips began to buck. Cum spewed everywhere, shooting almost a foot into the air before spattering all over his stomach and pecs.

Satisfaction flooded Brock as he rubbed the fluid into his skin. He was going to be huge.

*****

Justin stretched his less impressive physique. He felt energized and ready to face the morning. His less impressive musculature barely flexed up as he tensed his muscles, but, surprisingly, he didn't feel sore. There was a good tingling sensation in his muscles and skin. If only he'd known that working out would make him feel so good, he would've started back in high school.

His big cock, his sole source of pride, was soft, but as he reached down to cup it, he felt something sticky in his boxers. Lots of something sticky. He must have come several times during the night. His balls felt a little swollen, perhaps due to so much activity. But should his balls be smaller if they were empty? He shrugged it off. Even though he was sure that Brock was the doctors' choice for the muscle growth pill, this experiment would be good for him. He ran a hand over his stomach, feeling the bit of pudge there. He definitely needed to work out again.

A knock at the door startled him out of his reverie.

Justin leapt from the bed, pulling his jeans on over his legs.

"Coming," he yelled. His voice caught a little in his throat. It sounded deeper and huskier, as if he was coming down with a cold. Justin dismissed that thought. He felt great.

He'd have to change a bit later, but for now he settled on the previous day's clothing. The door swung open. One of the research assistants was standing there, holding a tray of food. He was a couple inches taller than Justin, about 5'11, and very slim. His nametag proclaimed that his name was "Fletcher."

"Morning pills," the young man told Justin. "And breakfast."

"Breakfast in bed?" Justin's brows lifted.

Fletcher nodded. "You'll have the gym for an afternoon session today. Your brother's in there this morning."

Justin took the offered tray. "Thanks for the food, man. This is all still a little new."

"It's very exciting," Fletcher ventured. "We actually had a similar test of this same medication, but not on twins. The results are pretty promising."

"Uhm, how so?" Justin tried to quell the tingle of anticipation that formed inside his stomach.

"I can't really tell you. We're trying to narrow down some of the psychosomatic motivations that might influence the experiment, but the doctor's already told you what we expect at the most optimistic."

"Oh," said Justin. It sounded like a lot of psychobabble.

"Anyway, have a good time," said Fletcher. "I'll be running your workout this afternoon." He looked a little uncomfortable, and blushed as he left.

*****

It didn't take Marcus Snow too many review of the video recording from Justin's room to realize that he had a new edge on Fletcher. He didn't want to have to out the boy, but if concern for his mother's secret drug problem ever waned, perhaps Fletcher's sexuality would have to be... discovered by some of his close friends.

[jsmith2300]

Oooooh. Cool. I like the new twist, X!

Guys, I'm loving this so far. Keep up the great writing!

--JSmith

[muscl4life]

A new twist is always a challenge, we have to keep the qaulity of the story and still be able "drop a few bombs" for possible writers - so here's what i cooked for you - hope you take it and prepare me hot spicy desert

Part 4

Fletcher had just left Justin?s room, when he felt his pager beeping around his waist. Those were always the announcing that something bad was about to happen ? the lab assistant took the elevator, going all the 20 stories into the soil so he finally reached the state-of-the-art equipped ?Control Room? from where Rupert Emerson controlled all the activities, Fletcher went throughout the whole security routine, and once they were convinced he was indeed who he was supposed to be and carried straightly what he was reported to be carrying, he finally entered the facility, from where all the top secret experiments of ChemTech Labs were directed personally by the fearsome Dr. Emerson.

Emerson watched the assistant walking down the corridor which led to his personal isle of the control room, where no one, including the highest ranked among the researchers would be allowed without being previously ?paged in? ? ?You wanted to see me, Dr. Emerson??

?Yes, Thomas, please have a seat? Rupert stood up, behind his undeniable majestic figure many monitors showed him just everything he wanted to see going inside the facilities ? ?Did you gave the Finnertys their morning pills?? Rupert didn?t wait for the staff response, since he?d seen him doing that ? ?Good, good, and what about our dear Snow? You managed to fool him as well huh??

Fletcher looked at the floor ? ?I did what you asked me sir, he thinks one of the twins is being given placebo ? but sir? the young researcher looked up at his boss? eyes ? ?He?s getting suspicious about me, I can feel it, the story you planted about my mother being drug addicted is washing out on him? ? this time a shy grin blossomed on Fletcher?s lips, which was quickly by a glowing smirk from Rupert, who kept walking around his employee.

?Don?t worry about that, Marcus is like an old hunting dog ? he?s got excellent intuition and wonderful skills to pursue his intents, but he?s grown used to the same old tricks and habits. To him, the most important character of an employee is the possibility to use anything on the personal or previous life of the hired person to manipulate in the right time? Emerson commented as he lowered his torso so was barely whispering in Thomas? ear ? ?But Snow won?t be a problem this time, if he thinks you are his informant on my staff, he considers you ?dismissable? for that same motive, and he?s probably thinking in a way to destroy your credibility if you ever turn against him?

Fletcher closed his eyes and tried to remain calm as the warm minty breath from Rupert?s mouth spread itself around his neck and chest like a sweet mist. Rupert grinned and spun the chair until he had his arms and torso trapping the lab assistant on the seat ? ?Now, you?re gonna get up there and keep on monitoring our guests, the first equal dose had already being absorbed by their organisms, the firs results are soon to be noticed.

The doctor said barely brushing his face against Fletcher?s, he tried to stick his tongue and reach for Rupert?s lips, but the scientist retreated just in time ? ?Only when you are allowed mister Thomas, only when you are allowed!? he said harshly as he pressed the buttons to open the doors behind him ? Thomas felt humiliated, he wanted to get lost at once, but just as he was leaving, Rupert swept him of his feet, planted a harsh, strong, passionate kiss on his lips, giving the boy a hot make out in just a few but unforgettable seconds, just to practically throw his own spy out of the room. Fletcher landed on his butt, with his head still spinning ? ?Only when you are allowed, my boy? Emerson said as the doors closed.

?That?s fucking impossible!? Justin said out loud as he noticed he had just bench pressed 170 pounds ? ?that?s more than I weigh!? he considered for one moment ? ?When I leave this whole thing I?ll definitely start working out, after all me and Brock have the most of genes in common!? the staff showed no enthusiasm at all, he kept reporting to the device on his hand ?

?11 hours since first dose, specimen Beta showed an increase of 50% on his previous bench press mark, along with similar improvements on the other routines, including an enhancement on his treadmill time, breathing and pulsing also showed considerable improvements since the standard measurements? ? Justin really wanted to hear what the guy said to the small recorder, but he spoke with his mouth covered and barely whispering, so even being somewhat close, he just couldn?t understand what he said about his performances ? he sure felt better and stronger than yesterday- but that can be just because he was getting used to such hard work, not necessarily he was being given the formula ? besides Brock would be much better too?

Brock just placed the bar back on the rack ? ?When can I see my brother anyway?? he grunted as he prepared for the next exercise.

?Right after we finish your work out, specimen Alpha? ? the emotionless response from the staff member always gave on Brock?s nerve ? ?then you?d better watch me, because I?m feeling awesome with this formula you are giving me!? he flexed his biceps ? ?Can?t you see it?s bigger already?? he smirked as he proceeded to the bicep curl area. The staff took note of every detail on Brock?s development, describing the way he looked, but also the readings on the sensors installed on his body. The Alpha specimen kept smiling as he changed his arms, accomplishing many extra reps just to impress the guy who followed his training, but it simply didn?t look to be working.

?11 hours since first dose, specimen Alpha showed an overall improvement of 25% on his previous checks and marks, his weights increased at the same proportion, subject shows noticeable interest in finding out if we attest his theory that he is the one being given the real formula. Also, subject?s irritability seems to be increasing as he is kept apart from his brother.?

After finishing his morning work out, Justin took a long bath ? enjoying the few moments he was alone to jerk his massive cock once more ? ?Gosh, this is the third time today! I must be on fire!? he smiled as cleaned the noticeably bigger mess he did ? ?I?ve come three times today and each one is more copious than the previous, how can that be?? Once he was clean and dressed he was conducted to his communal room ? where his meal was served aside with a second portion?

Just then Brock entered the room ? looking really pumped, his muscles were tight underneath the flimsy fabric of the clothing they gave him, and even his veins were thicker.

?Brock!? ? Justin couldn?t help but running towards him, while the Alpha Finnerty tried to keep his usual coolness ? but even the self centered Brock couldn?t fail to notice the changes on his brother ? Justin had only been three pounds lighter than Brock but his body was in so shape at all, he was skinny and his muscles were flabby due to the lack of exercise ? but the man running towards him was definitely different ? Finnerty Beta showed an impressive lean solid physique, as eh ran his pecs which once had been completely flaccid now showed a good pump, even his arms showed a bulge Brock wasn?t prepared to notice.

?Hey bro!? it was all the usually talkative Brock could mutter as he felt his brother?s embrace, Justin didn?t know exactly why, but he feared they had changed his brother into some kind of mindless hulking muscle man with the formula they were giving him.

They sat at the table, they were both hungry after all the effort they?ve done ? ?So Brock, tell me about your day, you had fun with the lab guys??

?Well, at least they helped me working out ? with my muscles growing I need to be always increasing my cargos you know?? Brock said trying to reassure himself that he was the one taking the formula ? ?Ah, so you think you?re the one taking the formula too?? ? Justin commented as they both opened their trays ? aside their meals , the same two pills, they both exchanged looks, Brock grinned ? ?Of course it can only be me Justin!? he said as he gulped down his pills.

?I am the strongest and fittest, I?m also the heaviest, and they named me ?Alpha?, which means I am clearly the main one of the research ? you must be the control guy ? since we are twins they can know better how I grow comparing to you?? Brock said gulping down his food while Justin did the same.

?Yeah, you?re probably right, after all that work out all I could do was bench pressing 170 pounds, this must be way to soft compared to your mark??

The sound of the dropped fork echoed through the room ? Brock had benched 180 pounds this morning, which was a good improvement on his previous 165 pounds mark, but Justin had only accomplished to press 115 pounds, how would be able to add over 50 pounds overnight? ?Oh y-yeah, we are not in the same league bro, sorry about that, but soon it?ll be over? Justin grinned ? ?well at least after getting out of this place I?ll start working out like you, I don?t want to be known as the skinny twin? he smiled as he finished his meal. After that they would be taken to rest and then another work out in the middle of the afternoon. Brock kept eating looking at his brother?s bulging muscles ? ?They could only have picked me! Why would they want him anyway??

Meanwhile, Marcus Snow read the reports on the Finnerty brothers with growing interest ? despite his temper, Emerson really represented ChemTech?s most valuable asset, his brilliant mind developed all kind of products they can sell from sports nutrition companies to military purposes, each project had not only proved to be lucrative but also gave ChemTech a respect among its clients which was doomed to collapse if Rupert ever left its sponsorship. The tall executive crunched the numbers on each report, trying to figure which brother was actually given the serum, since he didn?t want Fletcher to actually interfere with such fact in order to don?t draw suspicious, he simply needed to make sure one set of pills was not real. Even though Snow could have Fletcher to de-code the stats on the reports, he didn?t want to ?put all his eggs in one basket? taking the risk to be too dependant on the staff collaboration to control Emerson?s deviant tendencies. He waited for his computer to analyze the data, while he drank his green tea, savoring the strong bitter taste warming down his throat, he admired his original art proudly hanging on the wall of his office. Very few ones could really tell the complexity and the masterful messages portrayed in such simple yet powerful imagery. He always considered that understanding the meaning of this painting was also the most authentic proof of character anyone could give.

?Even though we allegedly seek salvation beyond Heavenly Gates, our true nature is destructive and even more corrupted by mundane habits and practices, the Celestial mercy becomes nothing but a mere and vague objective we claim to justify our daily sins, in the vain hope that divine Judgment will somehow overlook our actions and just hear our feverous yet meaningless prayers? ? sounded Rupert voice as he stormed into Snow?s office ? ?This is a good painting indeed, and the moral is actually a virtue we?ve grown apart from, but you?re always too literal Marcus, always so focused on your own interpretation that you fail to be opened to other possibilities, even though I was the one who first mentioned this painting to you??

Marcus closed his laptop ? ?I guess you didn?t come here to discuss art with me.?

Rupert smiled ? ?Well, we haven?t talked in a while, since that time you tried to expel me from the company I created!?

?The same company you?re trying to take down with you, but I won?t let it happen!? he stomped the table with such fury the 10 inches granite cover simply broken in half. The dust cloud went up and covered the impeccable clean furniture of such expensive office.

Rupert smiled at such display of raw anger and power ? ?Be careful Snow, you don?t want people to know you have the strength of 50 men on those big muscles, do you? After all if it weren?t by mine researches you would never be able to control such strength, would you??

Marcus looked furious, his breath was loud, the nostrils dilated ? ?You did this to me, I was a sick man and you turned me into a freak!?

?But your special abilities surely helped you to become the CEO of the world?s greatest economical organization right? Besides, all I did was treating your condition, the incredible strength and other capabilities you have are innate in you ? In a way you were what inspired me to develop MHT? Emerson replied approaching the powerful man ? ?now you don?t need to turn against me, you know that even being the powerful CEO I could turn the whole Board against you, now you keep with your excellent administration and let the science with me!?

Marcus looked down as Rupert prepared to leave the room ?You told me only one of them would be given the formula, the other would be free!? he said with newly regained politeness ? ?Why you insisted on such deviant experiments??

Rupert turned back ? ?Because, Dear Marcus, we can?t deny our nature, I?m a deviant, you?re a freak! Let?s just keep with our natures and we?ll be much happier ? think over the painting? he grinned ? ?now you leave poor Fletcher alone and mind your fucking business! You may take down tanks with your bare hands, but you would not like to have me for your enemy, Snow, you don?t know what I am capable of!? he grinned as the left the room. Marcus Snow suddenly felt the rage building up again, he hated the way Rupert made him feel ? the years of study, the exhaustive studies he worked on him, the experiments, the material collected ? everything made him hate Rupert Emerson, but he couldn?t deny that without the doctor?s aid, he would have turned into a rampaging beast, even though he might have given him the key to unleash even more dangerous things.

The printer spilled the paper, fortunately Emerson bought the ?rage punch? act Marcus improvised, and it surely distracted the nasty doctor from what really mattered ? the onyx strong man grabbed the papers and read them ? a grin on his thick lips grew as he grabbed his cell phone. ?Well, my dear doctor, if you want to play this game, I accept your invitation, if two are getting the formula, you?ll have your wish fulfilled, but these boys are gonna help me to stop your monstrosities once for all!? ? he thought as the computer connected him ? ?This is Snow, going out to a meeting with possible investors, I need a new desk cover right away? he said as he took the elevator.

Brock thanked that Justin was not present when they weighed and measured him, but after the section he was sure to be the one given the formula ? after all he gained 8 pounds overnight! And all his stats were bigger too! His confidence was back with him, he would soon become a powerful muscle man and not his puny twin brother.

Justin still felt dizzy from all the numbers, the staff kept measuring him, but he could barely feel them touching his body ? ?Me? They choose me? How come? Why?? he kept asking but the facts were undeniable ? ?he gained 15 pounds overnight, his muscles were much bigger and his strength had increased after his second work out, he was the chosen brother to be given the muscle growth formula.

How would Brock react to this? Justin would soon be bigger than him, but gaining 15 pounds didn't it mean he already WAS bigger than his brother?

To be continued? Please?

[redkage]

Part 5

Brock laid silently in the hot tub, letting the warm waters swirl around his hot, sweaty muscles after his evening workout. He leaned his head back as he reach down with one hand and grabbed his cock. It definitely felt much thicker then before he had started the experiment. His hand slowly went up and down the long shaft as he thought about how much bigger he was going to become.
Yet somehow the image of his brother kept on flashing into his mind. Brock felt disgusted and yet somewhat turned on by his twin?s bigger muscles. Although they looked the same, seeing those rippling muscles on Justin made Brock felt?horny.

Before he knew it, Brock was jerking off faster and faster, his breathing turning into hot pants, and suddenly he blew his load in the hot tub, watching the white globs float to the surface of the pool.

?What the fuck?? Brock gasped as he leaned back, feeling a little tired. I jacked off at the sight of Justin? No way, I must just be thinking of how I will look. Brock silently thought to himself. His hands let go of his dick and began to move to other places of his body. He squeezed his bulging biceps, he caressed his ripped quads, he finger his abs and he grasped his jutting pecs. All of them definitely bigger.

?Fuck?I?m gonna be HUGE!? He yelled out loud.

Justin paced the room, feeling confused and energetic. They had chosen him? But why? Brock was the perfect specimen of masculinity for the test! Yet the readings he was given didn?t lie; Justin had indeed received the drug.

Yet Justin clearly remembered Brock being a little bigger then before, so Brock HAD to have been given the drug as well, but that was impossible, since only one of them would have been given the drug and the other a placebo.

?Maybe because I just started working out.? Justin said to himself, his left hand squeezing his right pec. ?I don?t really feel that much bigger?? Justin stood there, silently squeezing his pec, still trying to figure something out.

?Dang it, I can?t just stand here.? Justin threw his hands into the air. He felt like he was hyped up on caffeine or something. Justin threw himself onto the bed and turned the TV on, trying to divert his mind. Yet as he laid there, he became more and more uncomfortable just laying there. He needed to vent some of his energy, bad!

?Did they put something in my food?? Justin threw himself off of the bed and onto the ground. Immediately he began doing pushups. Thoughts raced through his mind as he continued doing pushups. Soon, Justin did over 300 push ups, yet Justin didn?t notice at all, nor did he feel tired. Frustrated by the lack of exhaustion, Justin threw one hand behind his back and proceeded with doing one armed push ups. After about 120, he stood up, planted his feet on the top of his bed, and began doing one handed elevated push ups.

Slowly, his chest grew a little bigger with each push up he did. The muscle swelled with mass and blood, growing bigger and bigger every minute. Justin, too engrossed in his thoughts, didn?t notice any changes. He did, however, felt a stirring in his loins.

?Fuck, not again.? Justin pushed himself off the ground and tore off his boxer shorts. His hand shot down and began jacking off his dick. He barely noticed how much longer and thicker it was before he was washed with feelings of pleasure. He thought about how big and muscular Brock was getting. The sight of flexing, rippling muscles, the sheer strength, the glow off of a perfectly sculpted body. In a matter of moments Justin shot his load all the way to the wall on the other side of the room. Surprised by the force, Justin picked up and towel and began to wipe the mess up.

Dr. Emerson watched all of this from his control room with a smile on his face. While Finnerty Alpha was still convinced he was getting the drug, there had obviously been an impression by Finnerty Beta?s new size. Finnerty Beta, however, still had doubts to his growing size, though judging from the behavior he was slowly becoming more and more confident in himself.

Dr. Emerson licked his lips as he reclined back in his chair. Finnerty Beta had received a more highly concentrated MHT, and will gain much more mass during the night, even if he was resting completely. However, since the there was a time limit, Dr. Emerson decided to speed things up just a bit.

Fletcher entered Justin?s room pushing a cart loaded with machinery and wires. He took several steps into the room stopped as he saw Justin. Justin was definitely bigger then had had been when Fletcher had seen him that very same morning.

?Evening dude.? Justin said, standing up. Was it just Fletcher?s imagination, or was he taller as well?

?I?ve brought an EMS for you.? Fletcher said as clearly as he could. He sweated a bit as he began to set up the machine.

?EMS?? Justin asked, sitting down onto his bed as Fletcher began hooking him up to the machine.

?Electronic Muscle Stimulator.? Fletcher explain, placing a pad onto Justin?s chest. ?It sends electric currents into your muscle, exercising them. So even while you sleep, it?ll be like you?re working out, though it?s not as effective as actually lifting weights.?

?Really?? Justin said, slightly surprised. He remembered seeing ads for similar things, but he didn?t know it actually worked. ?Is Brock getting one too??

?Of course.? Fletcher placed a pad onto Justin?s arm. ?That?s the purpose of the experiment; to put two people under the same circumstances, except for the drug.?

Justin felt mildly disappointed. For some reason, he had hoped Fletcher had brought this only for him.

Wait, what am I thinking!? Justin?s inner voice called out. That?s not like me, that?s something Brock would say. What?s going on with me?

[jsmith2300]

Unnnngh. Hot! Totally h-o-t!

Thanks for continuing guys. Just wanted to pass along that you are - erm - getting the job done! Great work!

Thanks!

--JSmith

[muscl4life]

Well guys - I loved to have redkage back on the writing, let's see who's getting the next challenge - i decided to add some growth now - let's see how it will turn in the next chapters ?

Part 6

From the comfortable chair of his precious Control Room, Dr. Rupert Emerson watches his “guinea pigs” for the second night in row, he hadn’t blink or felt any tired at all, nothing could take his focus from his work, and such dedication and concentration always impressed and many times scared the hell of his collaborators. The results were simply much better than his most optimistic expectations.

Finnerty Alpha simply can’t sleep – since the EMS was connected on him his engorged manhood can’t go soft, he has masturbated over 12 times in less than 2 hours – he’s restless, his muscles are filled with the MHT growth inductors but his mind is still in doubt, he wants to be sure he’s the one being treated, he has the feeling of his growth, but he also has the proof of his brother’s growth and it really torturing his mind – for what Emerson could observe Brock had always been the dominant brother, his will was imposed over Justin’s thoughts by mere reverence threats or even minor violent acts – his confidence was the greatest mark on his character and Rupert loved to play with people’s minds. At this very moment, Brock is scared to the simple idea of being sexually attracted by his twin brother’s muscles, he verbally expresses such idea, trying to convince himself that he is only attracted by the image of himself growing.

The confused mind works in a very interesting way, though Brock’s muscles are developing over night given the EMS, his subconscious sabotages his own growth, his jealous and insecurity towards the twin brother is somehow blocking his conscious mind to realize the evident results of the MHT in his organism.

Meanwhile, Rupert is even more impressed by what’s happening in Justin’s room this night. When he ordered the increase on Finnerty Beta’s treatment dose, even he couldn’t foresee such drastic improvements. Right after the EMS has been connected, Justin’s muscles reacted immediately, growing harder, thicker, his body fat percentage dropped quickly as his muscles grew leaner, cutter, as he simply lay down and slept comfortably.

Justin’s conscious mind refuses to accept that he may be free from his brother’s dictatorship, he had embraced his submission towards Brock many years ago, building his whole life around his brother – although many twins choose similar or even identical professions, the reason why Justin attended to the same classes as Brock is because he always makes his brother’s papers and tests – ever since elementary school, Finnerty Beta has been doing his brother’s chores and letting him take the credit, the only area in which Brock excelled was sports and popularity.

However, his subconscious is willing and eager to reach a new status in their relationship dynamics – he’s fed up with being the one who has to compromise, the one who is always trying to make everything suitable for his own twin brother. Justin isn’t aware of his growth, but it doesn’t means his mind is sabotaging him, quite the contrary, it is subconsciously helping MHT to work faster and better than originally predicted.

The whole crew realized that during the course of events on that night.

Justin had been sleeping for less than an hour, his sleep had reached REM state, suddenly he simply got out of the bed, walked to the intercom, contacting the staff members – “Fletcher, I need food, I’m starving!” he growled, got down on the floor and started doing push-ups frantically.

Rupert watched it very carefully – given the readings on Justin’s body he was still sleeping profoundly, that was a clear signal of his subconscious working its way to assure his body would outgrow his twin brother. Emerson told Fletcher to bring food to Justin, but to act very carefully not to wake him up.

Fletcher entered the room, left the cart near the door, and opened the cover allowing the smell to fill the room, sitting quietly at the corner of the huge room, while Justin kept doing push-ups. Soon the young man, turned his head smelling the delicious food near him – Justin acted like he’s been awake all that time, attacked the food, vanishing with this huge portion very quickly. Once he finished, Beta once more shocked the crew, instead of getting back to bed, he walked towards the door and tried to open it – “I want to go to the gym, need to work out my muscles!” he said out loud – Rupert allowed them to open the door and Fletcher would follow Justin’s every step outside the room.

The readings were clear – Justin wasn’t trying to fool them – his mind was deeply sleeping while his subconscious took control over his body – whether it was a side-effect of MHT or simply a reaction towards a previous condition, Rupert couldn’t tell at the time, but he savored each moment, his choice had been once more glorious.

The staff members already expected Justin when he got to the gym, they were instructed not to talk to him, nor to distract him in any possible way, everything was set up for his work out – Beta simply resumed his work out, each set going heavier and further than the previous one, his sleep condition kept stable, although his heart pulse increased and the temperature rose as his muscles burned, not even the exhaustion on his muscles seemed capable of taking Justin out of his deep sleepwalking trance.

And so the night passed by – Justin simply kept working out but from time to time, Emerson instructed the crew to bring more food, letting it stand near the mindless muscular zombie which simply gulped down everything which was served, including more and more pills of MHT, each new series of exercise was harder and heavier than before, the amount of food also increased – and so did the number of times Justin dropped everything to jerk his ever growing cock in a rough savage manner, grunting and moaning like a caveman, while his body kept pumping, his muscles growing thicker, bigger, fuller, rounder, cutter, the veins pumping out with more and blood to feed his muscles.

The whole ChemTech team watched as Justin Finnerty changed before their very eyes – the muscles increasing at an incredible pace, the strength and endurance enhancement were simply impossible to believe, each time Justin resumed a new routine he doubled his previous cargo, and still he showed now signs of exhaustion or stress. His mind was focused on each repetition, the movement was perfect allowing the muscles to obtain the best result of such work, each new rep and Justin already was bigger and stronger.

Food, work out, masturbation, and more work out, everything happened while his mind was still sleeping profoundly. Dr. Emerson couldn’t be more proud of his work right now; he constantly ordered an increase on Justin’s dosage of muscle hypertrophy treatment until it reached alarming standards, over 20 times the amount Finnerty Alpha had taken so far. Most of ChemTech staff members feared for the volunteer’s sake, since this scientist knew very little of ethical limits. But what was more dramatic was the change going on Justin’s physique – it grew taller and more muscular, bone structures being altered to allow more muscular development, a second effect of MHT which Rupert only mentioned after the co-researchers warned him of the noticeable increase on the subject’s height. The more Justin worked out, the hungrier he felt, the faster he ate the food served to him, the harder he jerked off and the heavier he could work out, this became a vicious circle which lasted through the night. The whole staff felt exhausted just from watching and serving Justin’s savage needs as the hours passed and his stamina only seemed to increase.

“Gotta get bigger, I’ll get bigger than Brock! Gotta show him who the man is! Gotta work out my muscles!” this strange mantra repeated constantly as the subject kept working out with heavier and heavier weights, until the point Fletcher contacted Rupert at the control room – “Sir, we don’t have more plates left! This is impossible he’s bench pressing over 5000 pounds! We have to do something quick!”

Rupert ignored his employee – he knew exactly what he wanted with that experiment and he would get it – much sooner than he expected. At the dawn of a new morning, he allowed the window shutters to open, filling the room with daylight. The staff members watched as Justin’s body suddenly stopped, stood up from the bench, his muscles were so huge he had tore his own sleeping clothes, the remains of the shredded clothing still hanging from his now massive muscles, the sweat pouring over his enormous physique, glistening at the morning lights. His chest muscles growing bigger and even his thighs looking pillars of the mightiest temple, marble masterfully carved by the hands of the most skilled sculptor ever, built into every inch of power and strength.

Justin simply walked back to his room, leaving behind him the mess – the enormous gym was wrecked – dozens of serving carts spread all over the room, plates and bars bent, crushed and marked by huge hands, machinery broken and destroyed since they couldn’t keep up with Justin’s strength. The floor had been wiped so many times, but still drenched in cum, the walls dripping the thick cream of Justin’s massive manhood, equipment completely drenched in sweat, the smell of this newly grown titan taking the whole area. Rupert didn’t fail to notice every single one of his staff members which worked near Justin were sexually aroused, most of them couldn’t help but stroking their endowments over their clothes.

Daylight had done its work as the doctor anticipated, the perception of morning lights warned Justin’s subconscious mind that soon its counterpart would be awake, which clearly resulted in the end of that impossible madness work out. Once Justin left, Rupert’s voice echoed through the gym – “Don’t worry about the mess, leave it as it is, just make sure Brock only sees his brother after he enters this area later today, when we’ll conduct another measuring session”

The crew left the place still completely destroyed by Justin’s chaotic growth. Fletcher was called back at the Control Room while the others were supposed to prepare everything such as ordered by Dr. Emerson. When Thomas entered the room, he felt his spine freezing as the sinister scientist slowly turned around to face him – “Fletcher, I have a very important task for you, for you’ll be the key to my complete success” he said harshly – “You’ll wake Brock and Justin, in that precise order, you’ll test Brock’s feelings towards his body but do not allow him to feel any more confident. Then, you’ll fake surprise to see Justin’s new size, and tell him everything he wants to know about the formula, you’ll specify that Brock had been given a dose of the formula, but he didn’t show any significant results so we choose him because his organism worked much better with the formula, you’ll encourage his feeling that he is now bigger and much better than his twin brother. After that you’ll bring the two of them together and we’ll measure them up.”

Fletcher seemed to uneasy though – “Dr. Emerson, Justin’s too big for any human standard, the readings showed he’s reached 6’4” in height and over 270 pounds of muscle with only 2.3% body fat on his body! Don’t you think the experiment is already a success?”

Emerson smiled – “We haven’t even started yet, phase 1 was finished – next step is soon to come, but first we have to check how will Justin behave once he’s so much bigger than Brock, and we’ll run a second work out session with them at the same time, in the wrecked room, I want Justin’s conscious mind to accept and embrace his new reality, and I want to see if he’ll grow during the day with a whole audience, including his brother, watching him.”

Fletcher nodded – “As you wish, doctor” he prepared to leave but Rupert’s big hands on his shoulders stopped his attempt – Emerson leaned over and kissed his neck – “But you still have time be with me, dear boy, you need a reward for such wonderful job”

The assistant felt his body melting down as Rupert simply threw him over the desk, quickly ripping his clothes. He wasn’t sure whether he hated Rupert for treating him like shit, or he simply idolized him even more. The only thing he was sure about, was that both Justin and Brock were still in Rupert’s twisted plans…

To be continued… hopefully

[muscl4life]

When reading the part i posted i realized i had typed "470" instead of "270" that would be too much for such the beggning of the story - i hope you can read it before anyone posts a sequel - i just edited my post and now justin is 6'4' 270 pounds - i think it is more suitable for that period of story let's keep the freaks for later okay?

Bruno

[redkage]

So is anyone going to post the next segment, or will I have to write it? Just to make sure no one is going to have to delete their already half finished contributions

[muscl4life]

Go For It!

[jsmith2300]

Originally Posted by muscl4life

Go For It!

Yep, yep! Please do!

--JSmith

[redkage]

Gah, life. It takes away all of your writing time, as well as dull the fresh ideas you come up with. Here's the next segment, though it's not much.

Justin felt hot. Extremely hot. He felt his muscles bulge and pulse, growing bigger and bigger. Soon, he was breaking through the roof of the complex, his massive physique becoming too big. He grew bigger and bigger, each muscle swelling beyond huge. As Justin looked down, he saw the tiny figure of Brock, now no bigger then his big toe. Grinning evily, Justin raised his foot and slowly brought it down onto Brock. He heard the tiny squeaks of pain and pleas for mercy, but Justin didn?t care. He pressed down harder and harder until?

Justin woke up in cold sweat. He breathed heavily as he looked at his surroundings. The room was a mess, traces of cum and food everywhere. In a moment of panic, Justin believed his dream had been real, that he had turned into a muscle monster, but the roof was still intact over his head, and there was no signs of the kind of destruction that had been in his dream. Would he really do that to his brother? Justin loved Brock, despite the times Brock had mistreated him, but would Justin actually squash him? True, he felt?aroused by the thought of growing huge, yet he was still surprised he had such a fetish. His arousal was real, none-the-less, proven by his morning wood?

Justin stared at the tent that rose high from under the sheets. It looked more like a yard stick was being propped up from underneath the fabric, with a very large wet spot on the peak that extended halfway down the side of the mountain. Almost half afraid, Justin pulled off the sheets and gasped. His cock?it was HUGE! Roughly a foot in length and as thick as a beer can, it pulsed madly at him. He stared at the veins, which pumped blood into his swollen cock head. His balls had grown as well, now the size of small oranges, and nestled in a forest of hairs. As Justin stared at the massive cock, his eyes fell upon his legs.

His legs were now ripped and muscle bound. His calves were swollen and solid, and his quads were so big that they rubbed against each other. Justin?s hands darted to his stomach, where they came into contact with what felt like smooth, hard pebbles that had been embedded into his skin. He counted 5, 6...8 rocks before he realized they were his abs. He bent his head down to see, but couldn?t. Something blocked his view, and it took Justin five seconds to realize it was his chest. The slabs of muscles had grown so much that they blocked his view. He gently squeezed his left pec, feeling the firm, solid muscle underneath his fingertips. His arms, he noticed, had blown up in size as well, his biceps and triceps bulging with every movement.

?My god?? Justin said, as he jumped and of bed and headed for the full length mirror. The ground shuddered with every step he took. His thighs rubbed and rolled around each other, forcing him to do a bodybuilder stride. His arms were pushed out slightly, unable to fully rest at his sides due to his lats. He felt bigger, heavier and more massive. Everything seemed to have shrunk around him overnight. Justin didn?t notice his new height, however, still stunned by his growth. Finally, Justin stood in front of the mirror, his eyes bulging out as he saw his full reflection. Slowly, he turned and twisted, watching each individual muscle stretch and flex. Finally, Justin couldn?t help but go through a posing routine like the ones he saw on the Mr. Olympia videos. Double biceps, lat spread, a most muscular pose, he went through every single pose he could think of. As he flexed, his cock swelled until it was fully erect, thwacking against his abs. Unable to ignore it, he grabbed his dick and began jacking off furiously. Within moments, a jet of hot seman shot out and coated the mirror, burying his image under white cum.

?Excuse me?? A voice behind Justin said. Justin turned around and saw Fletcher, pushing in a cart heaped with food. ?After you?ve eaten, you?re to be taken to the weighing room to be compared with your brother.?

?Sweet, now I can see how really big I?ve gotten!? Justin said gleefully as he began eating ravenously. He didn?t realize it before, but he was so hungry! He felt like he could put away an entire cow. Between bites, he grabbed the pills and swallowed them in one gulp, then proceeded with eating the food, trying to finish as fast as he could. He couldn?t wait to show Brock his new size!
Brock flexed harder and harder, his face turning purple as he willed his bicep to swell. It looked bigger all right, bigger then last night. He looked as if he had gained an inch or more everywhere. He grinned as he bounced his pecs, watching them jiggle and ripple. His hand traced the definition of his abdominal muscles. ?I can?t believe this shit actually works.? He grinned at his reflection.

At that moment, Fletcher opened the door and pushed in a food cart, but with a normal sized meal with only seconds, much smaller then Justin?s. ?Breakfast and pills.? He announced. ?After you eat, you?re to go and have your measurements taken with your brother, then proceed with your workouts together, where we will compare your increases and gains.?

?Fuck yeah!? Brock yelled, walking up to the cart and flexing his muscles in front of Fletcher. ?I?ll bet my brother will be shocked to see muscles as big as these, huh??

?I?m sure he will.? Fletcher lied, keeping a straight face. ?I?m sure he?ll be surprised to se how big his ?twin? brother has become.?

[vlad]

whoa, this is getting really hot now. I always love the slow realization that the main character got huge, especially overnight like that...and that Justin just wants to get even bigger!

[muscl4life]

Should I write the next part or does anyone want to colaborate? I don't want to act like i own the story, so i'll wait a bit longer to see if anyone accepts this honor.

Cheers

Bruno

[xythan_shadow]

Brock ravaged his meal in record time, thinking he was hungrier than ever before. He gulped down his pills and literally shoved Fletcher out the door. Hurrying to the gym area, Brock flexed his pecs and guns for all the people in the hall. But for some reason, they all seemed uninterested and tired.

“Hmm, they must not be surprised at how big I’m getting. They must have been prepared for me to get fucking huge. I feel amazing!” he thought.

They arrived at the gym and Fletcher scanned his card. The electronic lock clicked and the door slid open. As soon as it did, they were hit with an overpowering musk of dried cum and sweat. Fletcher did his best to ignore the smell, but he started to tent up in his pants.

“What the fuck happened in here? It looks like there was a fucking orgy here last night,” Brock exclaimed

Brock walked towards the bench press, gingerly stepping around puddles of cum and sweats. Seeing the bar on the bench piled to the point of bending the bar, he exclaimed, “What the fuck? Oh, I get it, you guys are setting up a test for me and Justin. But I don’t know why you’re using this much weight. I could probably do it, but my wimpy bro Justin couldn’t possibly lift this even if there were 3 of ‘em.”

Brock looked toward the mirror and started to walk up to it. He ripped off the tank top he had on and started to flex for himself. “Fuck yeah, getting fucking huge. Look at these guns, look at my fucking huge pecs. Man, when I get out of this test, I’m going to hit the gym and show all those guys what a true man can do.”

He walked over to the dumbbell rack, not even bothering to avoid the pools of cum. He picked up the 80 lb dumbbells, 20 lbs heavier than his max and started curling. The first few reps were hard, but they got a bit easier as his biceps started getting a good pump. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Fletcher standing there, hands covering his crotch.

“Yeah, you fucking like this don’t you? Watching me grow huge and pumped. I bet you’re wondering how big I really am.”

Brock turned towards Fletcher. He then took off his shorts, letting his meat flop out. “Fucking huge muscle cock isn’t it. Bet you’ve never seen such hot meat before, have you.”

Fletcher stood there, enthralled by the growing pump of Brock’s arms, his dangling cock and the jockish attitude that he enjoyed. In the back of his mind, he wished that Brock was getting as large as Justin so he could enjoy the controlling nature of Brock and the caring nature of Justin, all the while feeling huge muscles surround him.

Meanwhile, Justin had just finished his 4th serving of breakfast with his extra drugs. Patting his full, ripped stomach, he strode off to the gym, enjoying the looks of awe he got as he walked. He went slowly, enjoying how his quads rubbed together, how his chest moved up and down, and especially how his huge meat hung out in front of it all. He walked up to the gym door and a nearby scientist scanned him in. Justin was hit by the scent of cum as the door opened and realized that it was his. He looked around and said to himself, “What the hell is going on? It smells like me, but I haven’t been here since yesterday and I can’t cum this much if I wanted to.”

All his thoughts about how weird the situation was vanished when he saw his brother flexing naked for Fletcher in the corner. Justin thought, “Heh, let me go and show my brother what a real man’s muscles look like and what a real man can do.”

[theseventhwave]

[COLOR="Red"]......Oh!.......god!.........Don't......stop...... ..now!

Woooo!

I am LOVING this story!

Please keep going![/COLOR]

[jsmith2300]

Oh, yes. Please don't stop now.

... enjoying the suspense of Justin and Brock seeing each other after their latest growth spurts. Should be wild!

And, the great part, is that it all seems to be melding together so well despite so many different hands typing the story. Kudos on the contributions guys!

--JSmith

[redkage]

Okay, so here's a little something I wrote up. I haven't had the time to add in all the details I want, but since some of us are busy with life, this is the best i can produce.

Part 9


Brock was so into his flexing show to Fletcher that he didn?t notice the ?thump thump? sounds of something large and heavy moving. Brock only had an eye on Fletcher, who?s eyes were growing bigger and bigger. Thinking that Fletcher had eyes on him, Brock began to throw out his sexiest moves.

What Brock didn?t know was that Justin was directly behind Brock, mimicking his every movement. When Brock brought up his arm to flex, Justin would do the same, his peak dwarfing Brock?s. When Brock bounced his chest madly, Justin followed en suit, his own rippling pectorals jiggling and moving with three times more power and strength then the smaller brother. All the while, Fletcher whimpered and grunted, using every bit of will power to keep himself from cumming right there and then. Brock grinned wickedly, feeling so big, so powerful.

Finally, Justin turned around to show off his back when he found himself staring at solid wall of flesh, with two very erect nipples attached. Blinking, he looked upwards, his eyes moving from the massive chest up to the wide shoulders, bull neck, and finally to the face. At first, Brock didn?t recognize this behemoth, but after several moments, he began to recognize some features. The man had a handsome face. He had a nice, square chin and his face was slightly puffy, making him look even more attractive. He had the same shade of blonde hair as Brock, and his eyes were very familiar?

?Oh?my?GOD!? Brock cried, his mouth dropped as soon as he realized who it was. ?J-J-J-Justin??

?In the flesh, bro.? Justin said, smiling very broadly. Even his voice sounded more masculine! Brock took several steps back and drank in the sight before him. Justin was now about 4 or five inches taller then he was, and was packing from either 250-300 pounds in a rough estimate. All body fat on Justin was now gone, as Brock was able to see every strand of muscle, every crevice, every vein streaked across that godly body. In fact, marble statues of gods were NOTHING compared to what he saw before him. Justin?s arms, legs, chest, they all outclassed his own by several inches. How could it be possible? Brock was the one getting bigger?or was it all just wishful thinking? Maybe the lab people had played a trick to mess with his head, making him think that he was bigger.

?You like what you see?? Justin brought his arm forward and flexed. The ball of muscle swelled even bigger, stretching the skin tight. Brock couldn?t help but stare at it, tracing his eyes over a large vein that snaked on the bicep. To his embarrassment, he felt his cock spring up, and since he had torn off his shorts, there was no way he could hide it from Justin.

?Ho!? Justin laughed, flicking the erect penis. ?I made my brother hard! What?s wrong? Like seeing your little brother outdo you? You think that?s a piece of meat? Take a look of this!? Justin reached down and tore of his owns shorts. Brock?s eyes came close to popping out of their sockets. There, in front of him, was the biggest cock e had ever seen! It hung low, past Justin?s knees, and it was flaccid! Brock felt his ass twitched as the thought of Justin ramming it up his ass flashed through his mind.

?You want it, don?t you?? Justin said. Before Brock could answer, Justin placed his hands in Brocks armpits and lifted him up. ?Fuck, you?re so light!? Justin laughed. He tossed Brock into the air like a rag doll and caught him with one hand, holding him right under his butt. ?Fuck, how much do you weigh? You feel like a 5 pound dumbbell to me!? And without warning, Justin began to curl his arm up and down, using Brock as a weight! Brock gasped as he felt a trickle of pre eject from his cock, his face growing redder and redder. Noticing what his brother had done, Justin stopped curling and pressed Brock?s face into his pecs, forcing his nose into his cleavage. Brock felt as if he was halfway to heaven, feeling the warm, hard muscle being shoved into his face. He was surprised at how dominating Justin had become, at how different from the brother he had always bossed around. Yet this new change was something different, and it wasn?t all that bad?

?Hey shrimp!? Justin barked. Fletcher jumped. He now sported a wet spot on the front of his pants where he had came. ?I?m taking my brother back to my room! I don?t want anyone disturbing us until I?m finished, got it?? Fletcher tried to speak up, but nothing came out. Instead, he nodded weakly. Grinning, Justin walked out of the room, carrying Brock firmly under one arm, heading for the privacy of his room.

Rupert watched the whole scene unfold from his seat, greatly pleased. He had succeeded in turning a small, meek, obedient guy into a dominating hulk. He picked up a remote and pressed a button. The video cameras in Justin?s began to record into the computer. If he guessed right, he would add another porn video to his personal collection

To be continued, hopefully.
P.S. I personally envy whoever is taking the next scene. I would do it myself, but time won't permit me.

[jsmith2300]

redkage,

Awesome job on this last chapter. It was exactly what I was fantasizing. Justin's a big boy now, and Brock's not the only one who wants him. Man, I bet Justin is digging his life at the moment - finally he's the guy everyone wants to be.

Can't WAIT for the sex.

Well done, all. Keep up the GREAT work!

--JSmith

[muscl4life]

This was really a hard scene to make, everybody was dying to read, and I hope you didn't get too disappointed. I tried my best. Anyway, i give you,

Part 10

Justin arrived at his suite, bringing his dumb folded twin brother under his muscular arms, stopped for a moment, since the door wasn’t wide enough to allow both of them to pass at once, (although only Brock and the doorframe itself would suffer if he tried that anyway) finally letting his former “alpha” on the floor. At first, Justin thought he would have to run after his scared dwarfed skinny brother, but to his own surprise, Brock walked backwards to the bed, not daring to take his marveled eyes from his massive twin’s muscles – the look on Brock’s face was simply hilarious, he had his eyes completely focused on Justin’s physique, his mouth wide open, “Alpha Finnerty” was literally drooling for his muscle bound twin brother – who now stood over 5 inches taller and 125 pounds (of insanely ripped muscle) heavier than him. The sound of Justin’s powerful laughter echoed through the room, snapping Brock out of this trance.

“Fuck, little Brock! You’re pathetic! You don’t even know how to elaborate a compliment on these superb muscles of mine?” Teased Justin as he bounced his glowing pectoral muscles, dropping his head back and laughing even harder, once Brock woke up from his catharsis – “I…I…” muttered Brock still spellbound by such display of muscularity.

“See? All these years I’ve been doing your compositions, and now you can’t even form a single phrase, you’re disgusting! You never had good brains that I always knew, but I think since I became this massive you got even dummier!” Justin lifted his right leg for a little, gently stepping forward, relaxed to allow the mass of muscle to dance as he shook his heavy thighs, and then he flexed so hard the muscles seemed to be frozen in stone perfection of power, each muscle fiber thick and striated to the point it could break through the flimsy skin, veins spread all over the immense width of his leg. Brock only had time to whisper “Holly crap!”. Justin looked at him intensely.

“You want to touch this muscle, you dweeb? You wanna touch this massive man? Well, skinny, I have two news for you, one good the other is excellent but both are only for me!” Justin held his stomach tightly, flexing the 8-pack abdominal muscles popped out fiercely, his sweat dripping between them like fiords carved between the rock hard muscle. Brock stepped forward – “W-what do you mean, bro?”

Justin’s face changed – he looked raging furious, which made Brock scream like a girl, once he saw his massive brother walking towards him with all the power his massive thighs could give to him, soon he was being lifted under his arm pits like a doll, his feet hanging over 20 inches from the floor – “You listen carefully dweeb, you do NOT call me bro anymore you hear me? We’re totally different! I’m a MAN! A POWERHOUSE, you’re just a pathetic excuse for a skinny weakling boy, who is worthless! You do not call me brother! You hear me?”

Brock nodded his head frantically, closing his eyes anticipating his brother would beat him into pulp if he dared to say something. Justin’s grin returned to his face, he lowered the scared twin until they were eye level, savagely attacking the lips on his twin brother with a fearsome kiss, such a wild, bestial hunger that Brock tried to scream from the sudden assault on his mouth, but that was soon muffled by the immense grip of Justin – he embraced his dwarfed brother with such a power, engulfing the much smaller limbs with ease, sliding his big strong veined hands all over the skinny body of his sibling. The kiss was so intense, Brock felt his breath failing, his mind going dizzy, the osculation seemed to last forever, since Justin kept on sucking the air from his lungs, his thick desiring tongue invaded his mouth with such voluptuous appetite, the muscles on Justin’s chest pressed against Brock’s defenseless figure. Justin handled his brother’s limping body with incredible dexterity, easily carrying him to the bed, where he laid first, allowing Brock to rest atop his glorious muscles.

Meanwhile, Brock was having trouble about keeping himself alive, the kiss pretty much sucked every ounce of air he had, but still Justin didn’t let go, Brock tried to break the kiss; gently at first, but Justin’s grip was inhumanly strong and his mouth simply engulfed the incoming oxygen faster than Brock’s nose could gather, soon the skinny twin brother punched the neck of his much bigger sibling desperately, trying to make him realize their strengths were so different, Finnerty Beta could have Alpha killed with a mere kiss. But Justin just smiled while he kept on kissing, he could feel his brother becoming weaker, his resistance fading down very fast, and it made him even more excited about being that powerful. Eventually, when Brock’s despaired attempts ceased, Justin decided it was enough for his weaker twin. A powerful blow filled Brock’s lungs with fresh air, so fast it actually gave him a bit of new rush, he simply kept on kissing his brother’s mouth, which now brought the life just as easy as it could have taken from him. Justin broke the kiss holding his brother tight on his arms. Then he threw Brock away from the bed, which made the skinny man confused. The laughter once more filled the room.

“You want this monument of man to fuck you little Brock? Then you’d better beg! I won’t move from here until I decide you had verbally worshipped me enough!” Justin had his left arm bent and the immense ball of biceps served as a stone pillow to rest his marvelous head – “What?” Brock asked still shocked with such unforeseen reactions on Justin’s behavior.

“Okay, okay, you are so dumb sometimes aren’t you? I want you to tell me how fucking great my body is, I want you to suck my ass with compliments and exclamations that I’ll get hard, and once I get hard, you’ll have the fuck of your life!”

For one moment, the weird scenario seemed to weigh in Brock’s conscious. He stepped backwards, realizing he had just kissed his twin brother, and he loved it, he was willing to die if that kiss actually continued the way it was! He couldn’t help but sprouting a massive hard-on, his mind couldn’t think straight but he couldn’t help feeling guilty also – “WE can’t… that’s… that’s wrong, no… I’m not queer!” Brock repeated trying to break from the muscle charm Justin had gotten him into.

“What’s the problem Brock? The “ladies man” has a crush on these muscles?” Justin flexed one arm, it grew so huge and so ripped, Brock could almost feel it from where he stood, the bulging veins pumping with blood and power, the striated cables of strength spreading over his body increasing the sexy look of his muscles – “I’m not forcing you into doing anything you don’t want, skinny man! You can leave now if you are not “queer” like you said!” – But the battle between Brock’s straightness and his lust didn’t last long, all Justin had to do was adjusting his immense crotch, allowing Brock to see his semi-flaccid 10 inches cock – “So Brock? What is it gonna be?”

The weaker blond man dropped to his knees, brought his hands together, his face turned red, he was humiliated, but his raging erection couldn’t care less for such situation – “Oh Justin, you’re so huge dude! Fuck! I’ve never seen such size, such definition, even your veins are thicker than anyone I’ve ever seen!”

Justin smiled, but he kept laid on his comfortable bed – “Really? I couldn’t notice that little guy? If we are twins, and I’m so big like you said, what does it make you look like?” Justin asked standing up and lifting his arms in a frontal double biceps pose. Brock’s response was a muffled cry – “Not fair dude! You know you make me look like a piece of spaghetti! We don’t even look twins anymore! You are so huge and so powerful, I’m just average…”

“Average? Fuck Brock you are simply scrawny! You have no idea how ridiculous those muscles of yours are!” Justin spread his lats, the width of his muscular wings made him seem he could fly away from there any moment, his traps and deltoids touched his ears, his neck seemed so vast, so thick, the veins seemed to grow even thicker as his muscles pumped with more and more insanely huge size.

“P-please Justin, please if you don’t let me touch you, I think my balls are gonna blow dude! Look at me, man! I’m begging you; your muscles are so hot! I never felt this way before, you know that, but you are so hot, I just need to feel those muscles squeezing me rubbing against mine smaller body! Please dude! I know you’re dying to let me touch you too! Please, I’ll do anything, anything you say!”

Justin stood up, hit a mind-blowing most muscular pose, the grin of invincibility shone on his face, each muscle seemed to have gained even more size at such display of power - “Anything I say? For real?” his voice tone crowned his mockery intent – it sounded relaxed and casual, while his whole body showed the power of his flexed muscles, Brock knew right then he was doomed to serve the colossal twin in whatever he wished, and the worst part was – he didn’t fucking care about that, all he wanted was the touch of his brother’s muscles against his skin, and to be impaled on that huge cock which kept on growing harder, longer thicker and more powerful. Brock nodded, his words weren’t able to express his acceptance more than his dripping cock.

Like a predator on his unaware prey, Justin swept Brock from his feet, threw him on the bed, quickly hugging the little body as strong as he could in order not to crush those weak bones. Brock moaned as he felt his own clothing being tore by Justin’s savage assault, he couldn’t see straight, only those enormous muscles which seemed to grow even bigger, Justin face was calm, albeit his powerful movements, he savored each single moment of his triumph over his life-time alpha brother. Justin watched as Brock became the submissive bitch, willing to do anything he wanted, anything to please the owner of these massive muscles.

The colossal twin finally held Brock’s limp body by his tiny waist, lifting him high enough, hugging one his waist with one arm, using the other one to adjust the 15 inches long almost 6 inches diameter pulsating alabaster cock. Brock’s expression towards his brother was fear and lust, he never felt so scared before, the size of that massive pole could rip him in two, but he couldn’t move now, and even if he could stand a chance against Justin, he simply wouldn’t. Brock looked into Justin’s calm look, he felt the huge cock entering his virgin anus, with such a power, such painful girth, that he wanted to scream at the top of his lungs, but once more Justin’s kiss engulfed his cry. It was a dominant grip, but also he made sure that Brock would find his biceps when he reached with scrawny arms for any comfort from that excruciating pain to be impaled in such a powerful merciless rod, Brock squeezed the rock hard muscles, he tried to scratch them with his nails, but Justin felt nothing, he just kept kissing him, sucking the air from his lungs but also blowing fresh air from time to time, allowing Brock to keep alive. Brock’s hands kept squeezing Justin’s biceps as the enormous twin pumped his brother’s butt up and down his enormous shaft, easily handling the cargo with one arm, he used the other to push the back on Brock’s neck into his eager mouth, trying to kiss the very soul on the humiliated, fascinated, enchanted Finnerty Alpha.

Brock felt his guts would explode, his bowel would be split in half, he could feel the power on Justin’s cock almost turning him literally into a pile of shit, but at the same time, he couldn’t help but noticing a gentle touch, from time to time, he adjusted Brock’s stance, he helped him by sustaining his weight, when Brock was too tired to keep pumping up and down that cock, and even an occasional “Fuck yeah, dude! You’re doing great, riding a cock for the first time, and already going for the biggest cock ever!”

Finnerty Alpha came many times during the way to please his brother, he just couldn’t resist such power, each time Justin touched his little cock, he seemed to explode in incessant squirts, his whole body convulsed, he tried to focus on riding that immense pole, but it seemed impossible to forget the pain, even though now he was powerless, he could just feel Justin using him to release himself. Justin grinned – “Well bro you are too weak, but a real man doesn’t cum so easily!” he kept saying, as he unplugged and plugged his cock into Brock’s stretched ass as it pleased him, easily carrying the limping body of his former bossy brother. Finally, Justin stood up, his cock was so hard and swollen he was literally attached to Brock’s ass – “Fuck, bro! you’re so damn tight! I think I’ll never be able to get off your little ass!”

The twins looked at their reflection for one last time, which once was practically a duplicated image, now was just as different as it was sexy. Brock impaled to Justin’s massive cock, with his face showing the whirlwind of emotions passing on his simple mind, while Justin grinned proudly, he hit a most muscular pose, flexing all the muscles on his body, cumming fiercely inside Brock’s anus, filling the poor little guy with his thick juice. Brock felt what would like to have his ass attached to a geyser, the pressure increased, the warmth of Justin’s copious orgasm built strongly inside him, the dwarfed twin only had the time to protect his face while he felt his ass being expelled from Justin’s cock, landing loudly on the floor. Justin laughed out loud, flexing his muscles and feeling his butt, his orgasm kept on squirting thick, warm man milk, while Brock could barely crawl from where he was, his limbs were numb, his strength was gone, but he never felt better in his whole life. He felt his brother grabbing his body and nesting him on his huge muscles, Justin’s soothing powerful voice sounded on his ear

“First, I play with your sweet tiny ass a few extra times. Then I’ll get your part of the payment, after all you were just the placebo guy, they didn’t have any work with you! I’ll use the money to buy a new wardrobe to go with my massive muscles, also I need to enter a very nice gym to keep on growing, which means I’ll need tons of food to my muscles…”

Brock managed to say something “But… the rent, we need to pay the rent…”

Justin laughed once more – “Yeah, that’s why you’ll sell your car which, by the way was bought with the money I got for tutoring your stupid friends. You’ll also get a part-time job so you’ll pay for my gym, clothing and feeding.” The bigger twin grinned as he lifted his impressed brother higher again – “plus, you’ll be doing the house work from now on!”

Brock couldn’t complain, he was simply powerless, his lust was satisfied, but it kept on building up again, just the look of Justin made him weak minded, he wanted to make him happy not because he feared being beaten up, but he had tasted what pleasure Justin can give him, and that he could never lose again.

***
Hours later, Justin got of his room, ordering the staff to bring him food, and he wanted his payment in order to leave the facilities. The staff noticed in awe that he was definitely bigger than when he entered the room, but also Brock looked hurt since he was being carried by his immense twin – to their own surprise, the Alpha specimen said he could walk, but he asked his brother to carry him, so he could be every time in touch with his muscles, in which Justin replied “What can I do guys? This bitch got hooked on my muscles!” He laughed as he proceeded to the dining area.

“Justin, your payment is waiting for you, but I need you to come with me to the Control Room, where Dr. Rupert will discuss a new proposal with the tow of you…” – Fletcher said looking at Justin’s massive muscles – “We’ll also make a final measurement and a couple of tests, so you can finally leave”

Justin nodded – “Well, let’s go to this control room then” he said as he carried Brock with him.

To be continued – by someone else…

[jsmith2300]

Woah.

That was some intense sex. Glad to see that Brock's adjusting so well to his new world. I'm hooked on Justin's new body too.

Looking forward to more, guys. This story has been going quite well -- many thanks!

--JSmith

[redkage]

Hey, Redkage here. I've been really busy as of late, and haven't had time to really write down another segment of this here interactive. I hope someone else will pitch in though, because I really enjoyed sharing the work.

Until later,
Red.

[redkage]

Okay, after who knows how long of being gone, I've finally found time to write a short one page piece for the story. Now please, people, get more involved. I don't wanna try doing this solo.

Part 11

Brock laid nestled within the powerful arms of Justin as he carried them through the clinic. As he laid his head against the bicep, he felt a warm, strong feeling emanating from the rock hard muscle. He couldn?t help but shiver as he realized what those arms could do to him if Justin had only the motive to do so.

Justin was feeling like a whole new man. He had never realized how great being big and strong was, and now he was bigger and stronger then any man alive. He loved how each of his muscles rolled and rubbed against each other, fighting for space. He loved in the feeling of the fabric of the pair of pants the clinic provided stretched and strained to contain his mighty quads and calves as they walked powerfully down the halls. And most of all, he loved how weak he made his once dominant brother become.

Before they knew it, they had reached central control, where Rupert patiently waited, sitting in his comfortable chair. On his face was a very large grin as soon as he saw Justin. ?I?ve known that you were a large man after our experiment from viewing you on camera, but seeing you in person is a whole new dimension.? He chuckled, standing up and extending his hand.

?I should?ve known I had a fan behind all the cameras as well.? Justin responded as he shook Rupert?s hand. Brock noticed that Justin?s hand, although it was much bigger then Rupert?s, it did not seem to crush it.

?That?s a firm handshake you got there.? Rupert chuckled. ?No doubt that it is useful to handle that ten inch monstrosity??

?More then enough.? Justin smirked. ?Now, what?s this about another offer??

?It?s an offer to continue our work with you.? Rupert answered. ?we?ll be treating you with a drug similar to what we used on you for the past three days, but only much more effective.?

Brock couldn?t help but shake with excitement when Rupert said that. An even bigger Justin? It got him excited just thinking about it!

?When do I start?? Justin said simply, with no indication of the same excitement.

?Next weekend.? Rupert nods. ?We have to?recover from this weekend?s session.?

Justin laughed, sending shivers down Brock?s spine. ?Alright little man, come this Friday, I?ll be coming back here, and you?d better have remodeled this place big enough to contain me by then!?

?Oh don?t worry, we will.? Rupert smiled slyly. ?Now, until next week gentlemen.? He motioned Fletcher, who lead Justin and Brock back out. After they were gone, Rupert plopped back down into his chair, grabbed his remote and pressed the play button. Instantly, the screens around him showed the recorded footage of Justin and Brock?s sex together. As he watched, Rupert couldn?t help but laugh all the while.


Snow checked the time on the clock. Any time now, the Finery twins would return to their dorms, undoubtedly changed significantly from their time with Rupert. He watched through the window of the limo college students walking by, no doubt wondering why there was a limo parked in front of the dorms in the first place.
?Just you wait, Rupert.? Snow muttered under his breath. ?You?ll get what?s coming to you sooner then you?ll realize.?

[/\/\usclekid]

Is there anybody who wants to complete this? It was going so well for a while but then it stopped. Thanks to past contributors for making an interesting continuous muscle growth story especially redkage! I'm eager to read more!

[shiangwong]

I hope there is more coming to this story I cant wait to see what happens to Justin.

Please continue.

Shiang

[GAFBIBOY]

I hope the story keeps going it's hot as hell

[bigbearny]

As hot as the story is.. it's not been revisited for 4 years..

nice bit of thread-necro'ing there

Originally Posted by GAFBIBOY

I hope the story keeps going it's hot as hell