No Limits: Part 1 -- 2 1/2 years later...

[Corwin]

This story is a cross-over sequel to A.I and The Cyclist. It's a stand alone story in that you won't necessarily need to read those stories to understand what is going on here. Enjoy...

Amos Petrowski sat in the middle seat of the row he had been given on
this plane. He hated flying. The seats simply were not made for a
big man, let alone a man with the muscle mass he had.

While he sat on the plane, he contemplated the twists and turns his
life had taken. He had joined the army to become a man -- to put on
some muscle and get into shape. The super-soldier experiment had
certainly done that. That experiment ended when a civilian destroyed
the government lab and all the documents from the project. The
civilian also did something to his Sergeant -- something terrible.

After his discharge from the Army, he took up the quest of finding a
cure for his Sergeant. That required travel. At first, it was a
battle with the airlines. They wanted him to pay for two or three
seats because the one was too small. They said his size
inconvenienced other passengers. Hell, it was he that was
inconvenienced. He'd have none of their attempts to profiteer.
Sometimes, they would threaten to cancel his ticket, or make him take
a later plane. Amos's reaction was always the same. He'd put down
whatever he was carrying and remove any jacket he had on. He always
wore a plain white tank top -- a wife beater, which clung to
his huge muscles like a second skin. He'd give them a second to take
in his massive body, watching the way their eyes would widen as they
stared at the way his pecs hung firm over his taught stomach. He'd
see their eyes move to they side, tracing the outline of his robust
shoulders and inhumanly large arms. That's when he'd start his show.
First, he'd flare his back, making his already huge upper body look
bigger. Then, he'd raise his arms and thump them on the counter,
flexing them, making sure his hardened mass was clearly visible to the
clerk. Then he'd say in his most authoritarian voice, "No, I don't
think so. Why don't you check again. I'm sure YOU can find some
accommodation for ME." Normally this worked. Twice it didn't.

Once, the clerk thought himself some bodybuilder or power lifter or
something. He actually tried to intimidate Petrowski. Amos still
laughs at the thought of the guy kneeling at his feet, begging Amos
not to hurt him (more). The next time was less fun. They called
security and Petrowski had to flash the card the Army gave him when he
discharged, just in case he ever got into trouble. The card said to
call a secret DIA number and that cleared everything up real fast.
Now, when he books a flight, the airlines must have it in their
computer to give him extra room. Giving him three seats helps
somewhat, but there still isn't enough leg room.

It's been two and half years since the civilian destroyed the
government's program to create a super soldier and Petrowski started
his quest. The civilian had injected something into Detrick, his
Sergeant. Detrick was a massively powerful man, but whatever the
civilian had done destroyed that. Detrick was still hugely muscled,
but the doctor's said that the impulses from his brain had been
disrupted. He was paralyzed, unable to move. His muscles were limp
masses of beef. Petrowski had tricked the Sergeant, overdosing on
growth formula to out-muscle him. Now, Petrowski felt guilt at his
condition. He was determined to hunt down the civilian or someone
else who could help the man, restore him to his powerful self.

The plane landed, and Petrowski considered his next moves. Petrowski
knew about the City University and its undefeated football team. He
knew about their star player. The kid was a one-man football team, a
total muscle powerhouse. The bio-genetics program at the university
had a program in muscle growth, and he suspected that the football
team was the benefactor of that research success. Petrowski also knew
that the star player, one Jonny Romero, was the key to unlocking their
secrets.

Petrowski had met other men who had experimented with muscle growth.
Some had taken conventional steroids. Others had developed machines
or drugs to stimulate hyper growth. None could compete with his
power. Petrowski looked forward to the challenge of this kid.

The plane pulled up to the gate, and Petrowski stood up. It felt good
to stretch his legs, just as it would feel good to bring this Romero
kid down to size.

--

Today was the day. It was the day the new football team would be
chosen. Jonny had lived through this day 3 times before. Now, in his
senior year, it would be his last time. He had no fear, he had been
the star of the team for the last two years, and he'd be the star this
year. The reflection he saw in the mirror told him that was true.

The first time, Jonny was nervous. He wasn't sure he'd make it.
That's when everything changed. Jonny learned he had been selected for
the team, and he learned about the experiment. The thought of the
experiment brought a smile to Jonny's face. For him, the success of
the experiment exceeded anyone's expectations.

Since then, Jonny was the main attraction for the new team. Jonny was
the pinnacle of what the experiment could achieve. Well, at least,
what Mark, the head scientist and his academic advisor, would say
publicly. Jonny knew better, but he enjoyed playing along. For all
anyone knew, Jonny was the biggest, strongest, most-muscular player
that City University, or any football team for that matter, had ever
seen.

The experiment changed something else. It gave him a goal in life.
Jonny's goal was to get bigger. He wanted to be stronger and more
muscular than he already was. That meant studying, learning all he
could about enhancing muscle growth. He set himself to learning all
he could about the process Mark and others had created. He studied
physiology and bio-chemistry. Not only was he a star on the football
field, he became a star in the classroom too. When he was selected to
do an honor's thesis, there was no question what the topic would be
and who his advisor would be.

"I want to work on enhancing the growth serum," he told Mark last
spring. Of course, Mark agreed. Jonny was his protege.

Jonny had changed in other ways since his freshman year. His lust for
muscle no longer made him envious of the other supermen Mark had
created. In fact, they were his friends now. Instead, he turned that
lust toward his determination to grow bigger. He had completed the
experiment as a mere wisp of a man, only 1250 pounds of totally huge,
hard muscle. When Adam and Brett graduated, they opened a gym in town
and Jonny regularly trained there, bulking up to his current 1700
pounds of mass. Everyone was surprised at his determination to force
himself to grow even bigger, but Jonny's lust for muscle had no
limits. He would grow. He loved showing up for football practice
with hundreds of pounds of new muscle, awing the coach. He was an
unstoppable force on the field. Off the field, his desire for more
was insatiable.

Over the summer, he worked in the lab and on the computer, doing his
research and conducting experiments. Things were going well and Mark
was pleased. In the evenings, he worked at Adam's gym, training
others and making himself bigger and stronger. Adam's clients were in
awe of his massive size and incredible strength. They would stare as
the weights and machines that they would struggle with would yield to
Jonny's power. They also appreciated what a genuinely nice guy he was,
never to busy to offer a spot or give some advice. Well, he was nice
most of the time. One thing Jonny learned not to appreciate was show
offs.

Jonny thought about one time in the locker room. It was right after
he started working there. He was working the desk for Adam, watching
the clients. One guy caught his eye. The guy was big, well, not
compared to Jonny, but for a normal guy, he was big. Probably about
250 or 260, six foot with a massive pec shelf and thin waist. His
thighs had to be about 31 inches. Strong too, for a normal guy. None
of this really mattered to Jonny. What caught his eye was that this
guy was a real asshole, showing off, intimidating the other clients
and hogging the weights. Jonny knew the type. Hell, he had been that
type. That's probably why he hated it so much -- it reminded him of
darker, more juvenile days.

So, he watched this guy as he "worked in" on some smaller dudes,
pushing them out of the way so he could use a bench or a machine,
flexing his muscles in a show of superiority. He watched as he worked
with the heaviest weights he can lift, calling attention to his
strength. He snickered to himself as the guy flexed, lifting his
workout shirt to check his eight-pack or when he got a surprised look
because his tight shirt began to rip when he flared his lats. The final
straw for Jonny was when the guy was walking into the locker room. Of
course, he stripped his shirt off before he got there, that was to be
expected from this guy. It was when he grabbed at his crotch, hefty
the heavy equipment in his hand. "Damned jocks are so fucking
constraining. Why can't they make them for use guys with REAL meat."

That was too much for Jonny. He got someone to watch the desk,
telling them there was, "a problem I need to take care of." He
followed the guy into the locker room. He knew what he'd find, and he
was right.

There were five or six guys in the locker room. They weren't
bodybuilders, but regular clients who use the gym to get fit or lose
weight. The show off was in the middle of the room, putting on a
performance. He was naked, looking in the mirror, flexing. His cock
was soft, but hung a good nine and a half inches down his leg. The
other guys were catching glances in that glance-but-try-not-to-glance
kinda way. They were uncomfortably hiding their own meat which didn't
stack up. The show off knew he had what they wanted, and he was
taking advantage of it.

Jonny walked over to his locker and removed the lock. Like the
others, he didn't look directly at the show off, catching glances of
him from the corner of his eye. Jonny stripped off his shirt and
wrapped a towel around his waist before removing his shorts.

The show off found his target. His donkey cock began to expand and
rise at the site of the hugely muscled jock. He wandered past Jonny
to his locker, making sure his huge organ bobbed and weaved in front
of him. Jonny continued to catch glances as the show off grabbed a
towel, obviously taking longer than necessary, twisting and flexing
more than was required. Jonny stood and walked toward the common
showers, removing his towel after he took a corner shower.

The show off followed Jonny into the shower. His towel was tossed
over his shoulder, his hefty cock bouncing between his bodybuilder
legs. Seeing Jonny had the same effect it had last time. The man's
nine and a half inches thickened and grew, passing ten inches in
length. It stood like a divining rod in front of him at it's
eleven-plus inch erect length.

Jonny peeked at the man, then turned and faced the wall. The show off
grinned. "Wow, you are a big guy, aren't you. Damn, your arms are
bigger than my legs!"

"Way bigger," agreed Jonny, who continued to soap himself up, not
looking at the other man. Jonny flexed his arm a bit, showing the guy
some size, getting him more turned on by Jonny's superior muscle.

"Ya, I got a good workout today. Probably not as good as yours, but
damned good for me. Always makes me horny though." The guy looked
down at his stiff rod. "Like with muscle, if you got it flaunt it,
right?" The show off laughed. "And I got it there. My bods good
too, work hard on it. Not in your league, but other things make up
for that." The guy smiled and began to soap his cock, stroking it
with soapy lather. "Ya, this big one is something special."

Jonny grunted.

"Hey dude, it's OK. I see you peeking. Nothing to be ashamed about.
Most guys are smaller than me down there." The show off gave a long
stroke of his fat, long dick and smiled.

Jonny had had enough. "Ya, most guys are kinda small. You've got a
nice one, that's for sure, but there are bigger guys." Jonny turned
and faced him, his 15 inches hanging soft down his massive thigh.
Jonny extended a leg, flexing it hard, his soft cock flopping to find
the divide between Jonny's pillar-sized thighs.

The show off stared. Jonny took a step forward and hefted his meat in
his hand, mentally measuring his cock against the other guy's. "Hey,
looks like I'm bigger soft than you are hard!" exclaimed Jonny,
feigning surprise. "Guess that violates stereotypes, doesn't it? I
got all this huge muscle," Jonny flexed his arm, which erupted into
into high peaks and deep cords, "and I got a dick that's twice as big
as yours!"

A shudder ran through the show off's body, and his dick jerked at the
thought of such a large member and Jonny's overall masculinity. Jonny
began to soap his massive meat as the guy stared, a sliver of drool
running out of the corner of his mouth. With a sudden jerk, the guy
looked up, wide-eyed and red faced, then turned toward the wall.
Jonny watched him for a few seconds, then continued with his shower.
The show off didn't say anything else. When he left, he grabbed his
towel and wrapped it around his waist. Jonny did the same.

In the locker room, the show off changed quickly and left. Jonny got
dressed and returned to the desk, thanking the guy who subbed for him.
"Problem's fixed now."

A few minutes later, one of the customers who was in the locker room
was leaving. He stopped over to the desk. "Thanks for shutting that
asshole up," he said with a wink.

"No problem," replied Jonny.

Ya, it was no problem for Jonny to be bigger than anyone else in any
number of ways.

Jonny's thoughts returned to what was occurring outside the team's
locker room. He listened. The coach had just introduced Mark. The
kids were going to learn about the experiment. Jonny would be
introduced in a few minutes. He peeled off his shirt and slipped on a
pair of posing shorts.

"I'm sure you know of our star player, Jonny Romero," he heard Mark
say. "Jonny has had the greatest exposure to the growth formula.
Jonny, come out and meet your new team members."

Jonny adjusted his massive package. 'If you got it, flaunt it,' he
thought with a laugh. Jonny walked out and looked at the small men.
He had to admit, he did like the deer-in-headlights looks he got from
these kids. They had never imagined a man could have so much muscle.
He heard one kid say something about 'The Incredible Hulk', but Jonny
knew he was bigger than that. These kids looked up to him, and he
knew that they wanted to grow almost as much as he did.