Blood Brothers (Chapter 9)

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Chapter I
Chapter 2-4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
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[COLOR=silver]CHAPTER 9[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]The rest of the day was a blur. I couldn?t wait to show up in front of Coach Rodriguez looking like a teen titan. I barely noticed the stares and compliments from my classmates. My teachers could have gotten on their desk and danced the robot and I wouldn?t have noticed. Now that I knew I was growing, my body was all I could focus on. I felt strong and hard but the real rush came from knowing that I had complete control. I could be as big as I wanted; whenever I wanted. If I so desired, I could be 300 pounds in a few weeks! Who could say that? Who had such power? Even though I stopped my constant eating binge, I continued to swell until my lunch finally digested. The difference in my size between lunch and the end of school that day was visually negligible, but I could feel my skin slowly tightening across my body. It was like the best pump I?d ever had times ten.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]Hidden under my internal joy, however, was a slowly growing concern. They took Casey away because of this. Of course, at the time he?d been about 7? and 450 lbs at that point with no signs of slowing down. That hand print alone proved he was bigger now. What would happen to me? I shook my head to clear it. Truth was, I wasn?t 450 pounds, I was will under 200. There were other freshmen as big as me walking around...although a little voice chimed in that most 200 pound fifteen year olds were probably a bit on the chunky side and not a chiseled slab of marble. I smiled at that thought but my thoughts quickly turned again. What would my parents say? I had begun to suspect they knew the events surrounding Casey?s situation in better detail than I did. What would they do when they found out their son grew almost twenty pounds in a day?[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]Twenty pounds. Damn it felt good to know that. I was living in perpetual excitement, like a kid on Christmas morning continuously discovering there were more and more presents under the tree to open. My spirit lifted. If things got out of control, I could take some of the pills Casey left behind. It was obvious to me now those pills were used to reign in his growth, not help it. The doctors didn?t want a muscle mutant running loose but apparently neglected to take into account the habits of a teenager.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]I put my hand under my shirt on my way to the gym, feeling my new body and amazed at how hard the human form could be. The thought of taking those pills instantly vaporized. I would be giving any of this up, I would just have to keep it slow.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]Too late for that, squirt, I heard Coach Rod?s voice say. I groaned a little bit. If anyone would question my new size, it would be him. And he would know. I had to think of something. Fast.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]?Well congratulations, boy,? Coach Rod said as he looked down at me from over the bar. ?You just broke your personal best.? He might as well have told me I had brown hair. There was no excitement in his voice. I?d just benched 265 pounds eight times. A day earlier I couldn?t have bench 250 more than once.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]We?d been working out for 15 minutes and I was breaking personal records left and right even while holding back. I thought Coach would be thrilled, yet he had no energy. In fact, he sounded disappointed. I was at a loss as to why. It couldn?t have been my unusual workout outfit could it? I?d shown up to the session dressed in an extra large PE shirt and basketball shorts. That was my master plan to keep my size gains secret. That, and hiding the full extent of my newfound strength. Normally I wore a more flimsy pair of gym shorts and, like the rest of the guys in the room, was topless more often than not. He had had commented on the fashion choice when we first started but there wasn?t this resentment in his voice when he did.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]?Pullups,? Coach said, eyes dark under his furrowed brow. No, he mustn?t be feeling well. I smiled. I?ll give him something to feel good about.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]I jumped up to the bar and started cranking out pull-ups. Although he?d kicked my ass on this bar numerous times over the last couple months, nothing compared to that first day he made me do one hundred of them in one set. Well, I?d show him how easy it was for me now. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]I finished a hundred pull-ups in less than five minutes before jumping back down. My lats and biceps were on fire and felt ready to burst from my skin. It felt amazing. That said, I was barely winded and felt like I could do a hundred more if pressed. I smiled at him, waiting for praise or at least a scathing remark or two. He only stared at me with those cold bombardier eyes.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]I couldn?t take it any longer. ?What?s wrong, Coach?? I asked, almost whiningly. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]?What?s wrong?? he asked. ?What?s wrong?!? He threw his hands up as if begging the heavens for some lightning bolts to sling. ?Where?s the fucking energy? Where?s the drive? You?re treating this session like a walk in the park.? He looked at me, eyes angry. ?You?re not even fucking sweating. You?you?re wasting my fucking time.?[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]My jaw dropped. This was not what I expected. Everyone?s eyes were on the two of us, his face red with anger, mine with confusion and shame. He was right, I had intentionally held back so he wouldn?t suspect something was up. It didn?t occur to me my results didn?t matter to him, only my effort. I felt my stomach sink.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]?Coach, I?? I began before being cut off.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]?No excuses,? Coach said. ?You come here to be worked and that?s final.? He put his hand on my shoulder in a rare moment of tenderness. ?I mean I?? he cut off sharply as he looked at the hand he just put on me. He squeezed it a moment, moved his hand to my arm, then squeezed that too. His eyebrows shot up and a cascade of wrinkles sprouted up his forehead and halfway around his shaved scalp. He looked around to the other gymrats in the room.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]?Alright ladies,? he bellowed loud enough to get everyone?s attention. ?Gym?s closed for the day. Get out.?[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]The crowd wasn?t happy about that but didn?t dally as they left. All the while coach held my arm tightly, erasing any idea that he meant for me to leave too. Once the door shut behind the last student, coach exhaled and let go of my arm as he turned to me.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]?Alright, take the fucking shirt off,? he said as he crossed his arms.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]Although part of me was frightened of the ramifications, a bigger part just wanted to show off. I pulled the oversized tee off and gave the coach an eye full. To call the coach a one-dimensional man would be a crass understatement. The man had two emotions: in-your-face angry and asleep?and I?d never seen him sleep. Apparently he had another state in his repertoire. I think it was shock but I couldn?t be sure. I looked at the mirror to see what Coach Rod saw. The reflection staring back at me was hardly inhuman, but to find my proportions on a fifteen year old was unheard of.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]?Oh shit,? Coach said. ?You too??[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]I turned to him, trying to think of an excuse that would subdue his horror. However, when I looked at him, horror wasn?t even on the menu. Behind the surprise still so evident on his face was what could only be called excitement. His eyes literally twinkled with it.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]Any doubt the twinkle was something else was crushed when he smiled and said, ?So how big are you going to get??[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]I was at a loss for words. All I could do was stutter.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]?Calm down, son,? Coach said as he backed away to get a better look at me. ?I mean, hell, I thought you were bigger when you walked in the room. And taller for that matter. I?m just glad I?m not crazy. Your friends little?episode?a couple of months ago shook me up a little.? He turned me towards the mirror and we looked at our side-by-side reflections. Standing next to a 6?2 250 pound man didn?t make me look all that big by comparison but, with the overhead lighting setting a dark shadow over each crevice of my body, I was about as defined as a person could be.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]?Come on,? he said, genuinely excited. ?Let?s see what your new body can really do. No holding back this time.? He walked over to the bench. Then, almost as an afterthought, he added, ?Afterwards, you can tell me what badass supplement you?re using to get that big.?[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]Coach and I learned exactly what my new body could do. I ended up benching 420 pounds and squatted 500. As could be imagined, every lift resulted in a new personal best. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]?Fuck yeah!? I roared as I dropped the bar to the floor after a 400 pound deadlift. I threw my arms over my head, relishing the pump that covered my body. My skin was pulled taught over every inch of my body. It was always a shock catching glimpses of myself in the mirror, that body surely belonged to someone else.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]?Fifteen years old,? coach said, mostly to himself. He shook his head.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]?I have to check something,? I said, wiping sweat from my forehead with the back of my arm. Something he said earlier had me curious. I started for the locker room, wondering at how the cool breeze of the fan felt on my bulging body. I walked over to the scale, removed my shoes, and took the height caliper up from the base. It was time to see how tall I really was. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]?5?11,? Coach said over my shoulder. He?d apparently found a measuring tape and didn?t give me a choice as he started measuring my body. My waist was an incredibly taught 31? and my swollen arms had ballooned up to 18??albeit with the pump of a recent workout included. My chest came in at 45.?[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]?How?d ya do it, boy?? Coach asked, eyes burning. I pushed down the panic. Truth was, I had no idea how I did it. The blood experiment had obviously failed. I searched my mind furiously for an answer. He saw something in my eyes and raised both his hands in a surrendering gesture.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]?All right, all right. It?s none of my business,? he said. I exhaled a breath I didn?t know I was holding. I wasn?t going to be sent to a hospital or something. Still, there was something else in coach?s eyes that wasn?t anger or disappointment. I couldn?t quite place it.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]?Listen,? he said, giving my shirt back to me. ?I haven?t been fifteen since before your parents probably were, but that doesn?t mean I?ve forgotten what it?s like. I know what?s going on in your head right now.? He looked at my reflection in the mirror. ?I?m not made for long lectures, which is why I teach here instead of a classroom, but you be smart now, ya hear? I don?t want to have to escort another giant on a one way trip to some government hamster cage.?[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]I put the shirt back on, trying to figure out what the coach was saying. Then my eyes widened. ?You know where Casey is?? I said more than asked.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]Coach looked at me from the corner of his eye. ?We both have our secrets, kid,? he said simply before turning away. ?See you on Monday.?[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]I took the long way home in part to avoid an incensed Jesse but also to get my thoughts straight. Why now? It had been eight weeks since I used Casey?s blood. Was this sudden growth because of something else? My mind wondered and was hit by a truck when it considered the night before. The handprint, I thought to myself. Casey laced the letter with something. The message even alluded to it. ?Get Ready,? it had said. I started growing that very night.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]I smiled and closed my eyes with my face up towards the warm spring sun. Thank you, Casey, I thought. A second later, I had my shirt off and in hand as I walked the rest of the way home. The rays set off my body with shadow and light, showing off my form in extreme detail. This body was completely and wonderfully alien to the one I had less than 24 hour earlier. My arms were pushed out by and constantly brushed upon lats that swelled from my back. There was a noticeable weight to my chest, as if gravity were paying special attention to my pecs. I didn?t even need to touch my abs to know how hard they were; they felt like a sheet of armor even from the inside. They were tight and hard even while relaxed. Every movement of my body made a muscle squeeze, some I didn?t even know I?d had. It felt amazing. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]A car horn broke my concentration and the sound of screeching tires made me turn towards the street I was walking next to. A few seconds of investigation revealed that someone was trying to get a longer look at me and slowed down. The person behind him wanted to do the same?without slowing down. I smiled even wider. I was quite a distraction. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]I got home a couple hours before my parents as usual, and tried my best to find clothes that hid my size. It was hard to do, since every glance in the mirror resulted in me stripping down to take a look at myself. All the while I was trying to make a plan. I couldn?t keep eating my way to becoming a giant like Casey? although my mind wasn?t as adamant about that rule as I would have liked. The thought of growing huge exhilarated me but my rational mind said I had a whole life to see how big I could get. I didn?t need to grow all at once?right?[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]One thing all the voices in my head agreed to was that I needed to be a match for Jesse Strand. I couldn?t count on a surprise attack every time he wanted to take me down. If I could put on another fifteen or twenty pounds, I wouldn?t be such easy prey. Truth be told, I thought as I looked as my reflection with clothes on, I?m really not that big. Oh, I was jacked all right. But muscle is denser than fat and I looked perfectly normal with a nice baggy shirt and shorts on. Well, normal if you ignored the fact that my neck looked like it belonged on a horse?and my forearms bulged like a seasoned bodybuilder?s?and my calves looked carved from granite. Other than that, though, perfectly normal. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]I considered the whole package Casey left me back in January. Aside from the blood, he left his entire supply of what I referred to as Wuss Pills. Putting a few of those in Jesse?s meals on a daily basis would solve my problem: a few weeks of that and he?d probably have lost 30 pounds. I immediately discarded that idea. For one, it?s not like I had access to his food or water on a regular basis. And two?I wanted a fucking reason to put on more size.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]So it was settled, I would shoot for 215 pounds in six weeks. That was about a half pound a day. If I overshot, I?d take a pill. Simple as that?although the mere thought of one of those pills made me want to gag.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]My first step was maintaining a normal rapport with my parents through the whole thing. This proved easier than I thought and I finally began to understand how parents of psychos could end up saying ?I had no idea he was capable of that.? Both commented about how big I was getting but neither cared to entertain that something might be wrong with their baby boy. My dad looked a little suspicious at times but I didn?t ever give him a reason to say anything. Besides, what father didn?t want their son to become a stud?[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]So my plan worked perfectly?for a while. It turns out I actually didn?t have to eat much to gain weight. It was like my body became a high efficiency engine. 3000 calories a day was enough to gain my half pound. I actually had to consume less than I was used to. It was the best few weeks of my life: every day my clothes were a little tighter, my body a little harder. It was too small for anyone to see day-to-day but I found out people had longer memory spans than the previous 24 hours.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]?What are those things measuring now?? Chandler said in front of school one day.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]?A little over eighteen,? I said shooting him a bicep flex that stretched the seam of my shirt.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]He snickered, jealousy flashing behind the eyes of a friend who once outweighed me by five pounds or so. ?Weren?t they a little under eighteen only a week ago??[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]?What can I say?? I asked with a smile. ?I?m a growing boy.?[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]Those admittedly frustrating responses had the desired effect of redirecting their focus to admiration instead of questioning. My workouts with Coach Rodrigues continued as always, only now every day consisted of a personal best in one lift or another. The man acted as if everything was normal, but he still had that distant look in his eyes I couldn?t quite make sense of. Three weeks into ?Project Mass? and I was 207 pounds of granite and steel. Life was bliss?then came a Friday morning in late May, almost six weeks after my initial run-in with Jesse strand.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]The morning started off like usual with me walking up the schools front lawn to hang out with my friends before first bell. I made sure I ignored the stares I got as I learned making eye contact with my fan base only made them uncomfortable. A couple minutes before class started, I noticed my friends suddenly stare worriedly over my shoulder right as a hand violently grabbed my neck from behind and threw me to the ground.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]I gasped at the jarring pain from my back as my backpack broke my fall. I didn?t have time to gather my bearings before two solid hands grabbed me by the collar and yanked me to my feet. Two familiar eyes burned a few inches from my face.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]?We meet again, you little fuck,? Jesse said to me, his voice surprisingly baritone. He had avoided me since I sucker punched him in the locker room. I?d only seen glimpses of him since between periods which was ok by me. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]Now up close, I gasped. Dressed in a skin tight wifebeater, the man in front of me was not the buff but meaty junior he was three weeks earlier. Apparently, he?d been hard at work during that month long hiatus. Jesse has always been big and no one would have ever called him fat. But there had been a beefiness to him common to teens focused on mass. It isn?t common for a high school kid to be both shredded and massive. That kind of combo usually wasn?t possible until college?unless you were me.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]Jesse apparently found a recipe. Although still about 220, his meaty arms were now ripped boulders covered with flaring veins crawling that exploded from his strained shirt sleeves. His neck was as vascular as mine, only more bulbous and with mountainous traps rising up to the base of his skull. His pecs and abs bulged from beneath the tight cotton shirt. I was no slouch being only fifteen or so pounds lighter, but Jesse was a fighter and had the edge in both size and skill. He pulled me close, as he seemed so keen on doing every time we had these little chit-chats.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]?We?re doing this old school,? he said with an evil grin loud enough for everyone to hear. ?You and me, after the final bell, under the overpass. We?re settling this.? Then he dropped me. That I remained on my feet was only a slight victory. Jesse barely seemed to notice as he sneered before walking away.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]The lawn was as quiet as a graveyard as I straightened my ruffled shirt. ?I?ll be there,? I said to his back. That sent all the mouths in the area ablaze with whispers. I?m sure everyone thought I was terrified, which I most certainly was. Jesse?s absence from my life these last weeks were a gift I didn?t question. I?d just assumed my locker room sucker punch convinced him I shouldn?t be messed with. Now I new better; guys like him didn?t cower, they hunkered down. He?d apparently spent the last weeks completely dedicated to bulking up. Who knows what kind of steroids that kid has to use to look like that?[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]I allowed a smile to stretch my lips as the first bell rang and all the students and their gossip-riddled voices walked into the school. I stayed put for a moment, letting everyone disappear, then immediately walked off campus. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]A few hours later I stood looking like a fool in a newly bought XXL long sleeve shirt and sweat pants at the door of a Chinese buffet, feeling somewhat guilty about the financial ruin I was about to submit on the proprietor. Eleven am hit, the door was unlocked, and I sauntered inside looking like a nursing home pimp. I was relieved that no one questioned why a kid my age was at a restaurant instead of school. That probably said something about American values but I didn?t dwell on it. I was there for one thing and two minutes later I was at my table with two plates piled high with food.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]I mentally felt my body, currently dwarfed in my tent of an outfit. A few weeks ago I would have considered myself visual perfect. Anyone of any age would have killed for the body I had. Yet I wanted more. I looked at the food and dove in; beginning what I figured would be the longest lunch of my life. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]I went through plate after plate after plate. After my second helping, my body started to feel flushed and an anxious feeling started to flow through me. It was as if I were drinking liquid excitement. The feeling intensified and I soon felt as if I could run a marathon in ten minutes. I almost tried; it was hard to contain myself. My energy levels soared and it took an effort not to jump out of my seat. I wanted to laugh in delight. Soon after, my body started to feel funny. It was as if my muscles were tight from sitting still too long.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]As I continued to eat, I did things like shrug my shoulders and stretch my calf by raising the front of my foot. It seemed to help so I kept at it, ignoring the looks I was getting from the other customers. They must have thought I was on something. In a way, I guess I was. I tensed my abs and arched my back, then pumped my chest and arms. Soon the excited feeling in my body began to feel strangely similar to an orgasm, only prolonged as if continuously on the verge. I flexed my calves; worked my leg up and down to cycle my thighs; twitched my arms and pecs; shrugged my shoulders again. Every time I flexed, it felt like my muscles relax a little before slowly tightening up again. That feeling of excitement didn?t go away though; neither did my desire to eat. I never got full. I got another helping. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=silver]As I got up to collect my forth helping, I almost stumbled for no apparent reason. It was if I had to rebalance myself. I exaggerated my step, squeezing my glutes and flexing my quads and calves. It felt amazing. I felt something else too. The fabric of my sweats didn?t feel as baggy anymore. Bending my arm as I held my plate seemed to pull at the fabric on my back. I also felt my arm bulge against my inner arm in a way I hadn?t before. I smiled. There was no doubt about it, I was growing. [/COLOR]
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[mario2007]

More please!!!!

[giantw]

Your work doesn't get enough props around here. Very well written. The characters are very believable, and the slow burn of gradual growth is very HOT! I can't wait to see how the fight with the school bully goes

[bobtimbob]

Big fan of your stories. Hope you continue this one!