Kid Muscle 5: Ben

[Corwin]

Dan was never really interested in sports. In junior high, he started
lifting weights to attract girls. By the time he was a freshman, he
was stronger than every varsity football player and wrestler, and that
got him the attention he wanted with the girls. He loved showing off
around the big men on campus. Dan would challenge them to arm
wrestling matches at lunch, letting his huge arms flex in front of
their admirers. After he smashed their hands into the table, the
admirers would be his. They'd ask him to flex and if they could feel
his hard peak.

Dan excelled in gym class, like he did in all his classes, but when
the coaches asked him to join the team, he always said no. Dan was
more interested in the science fair than winning another trophy for
the school.

In the summer, Dan hung out at the pool. He'd lift weights in the
morning, getting a nice pump, then pack himself into his speedos and
spend the rest of the day tanning. When his hormones got the better
of him, as they often did, he'd make a date with one of the high
school or college girls that offered to rub tanning lotion on his
back. The first time Dan had sex was when he was 15, and he soon got
a reputation for not only having the hottest body, but for being more
man than most girls could easily take. When someone described him as
"a perfect 10", Dan learned to quip, "oh, easily more than two inches
bigger than that."

Dan majored in biology in college, then entered medical school. After
his residency, Dan taught at a research hospital. Dan was
particularly interested in neuromuscular diseases and mitochondrial
abnormalities. When some researchers in Germany found a particular
abnormality that caused the body to not produce a hormone that
inhibited muscle growth, he was particurly intrigued. He took a
sample of his own blood, and found out that he had the abnormality.
Now it made sense why his body looked the way it did. He then
proposed a grant to NIH and DoD to track the progress of children born
with this trait. DoD was very interested, and a database was set up.
Dan sought out a surrogate to carry his child, a woman who was a
carrier of the gene. It took two years, but his son Ben was born.

Dan had prepared. He created his own version of a Skinner box for the
baby, one that would stimulate the child's muscles. From the first
month, Ben's developing motor skills were augmented with muscular
stimulation. The normal thrashing and reaching of a baby learning to
control its body was supplemented with weights, pullies and cables.
Ben looked like some sorta science fiction experiment. Not only did
Ben's cradle have a musical mobile with airplanes and birds, it also
had a pully system that attached to his arms and legs. At first,
there was no weights, but soon 1lb, then 5lb then 10lb weights were
added. Dan devised rubber and teflon clothing that inhibited Ben's
movement, forcing the baby to flex his chest and back in order to
move. When Ben began to crawl, Dan weighted Ben down, forcing into
weighted squats and movements to develop Ben's quads, hams, calves and
glutes.

The results were astonishing. By the time Ben was one, he had no baby
fat, just a defined musculature of a child of nine or ten. Ben was
also incredibly strong. Although he weighed only 35 pounds, he was
benching 150 and curling 50lbs.

Ben didn't socialize with other children. Dan learned early on that
people didn't understand what he was doing. When they saw Ben in his
crib, or with the weighted device designed to stimulate his muscle
growth, they accused Dan of torturing his son. They didn't understand
that it was all in the name of science.

Between ages one and two, Dan set up a play room of weights and
lifting equipment for Ben. Rather than playing with building block
and toy cars, Ben played with dumbells and free weights. He may stack
than and build towers, but as long as he was lifting, Dan knew he was
getting stronger.

Ben seemed happiest when Dan was with him. He always smiled when his
father picked him up and held him. Sometimes he would squirm,
especially if he were in his reinforced muscle shirt, or if Dan was
wearing a thick t-shirt. Soon, Dan realized Ben liked it with either
one or both of them were shirtless.

The terrible threes where hard for Dan. Ben already looked like
Mr. Olympia, and had the phenomenal strength to prove it. His temper
tantrums were destructive. If he banged on something, his powerful
fists tended to dent or break it. Wood shattered and steel deformed
under his powerful punches.

One of Ben's first tantrums involved clothing. Dan was taking Ben
shopping. It was cold, so he told Ben to put on a sweatshirt. "No!"
Ben announced defiantly.

"You have to wear a shirt. It's cold outside," explained Dan.

"I don't like shirts," Ben said. "I won't wear it!"

Dan grabbed his son by the shoulder. "Yes you will!"

Ben got an angry look on his face. Dan felt the boy's body flex in
anger. He twisted, Ben's muscular shoulder breaking free from Dan's
grip. Dan reached down again, but Ben raised his hands and grabbed
his father's, stopping it. Dan pushed harder, but Ben's body pushed
up, his legs coming to life and reinforcing his strong upper body.

Dan knew the boy was strong, but hadn't realized just how strong. He
lifted his hand, and Ben let go. Dan bent down and grabbed Ben by the
waist. The boy bucked like a bronco in his hands, but Dan held on and
lifted him up. "Listen young man, you will put this shirt on!" Dan
sat Ben down in a chair, grabbed the sweatshirt and put it on his
head. Ben started to cry, but Dan persisted, grabbing on of the boy's
thickly muscled arms and forcing it into the shirt. He put the other
arm in, and forced the shirt over the boy's muscular chest.

Dan stood back, pleased that Ben had stopped fighting. The sweatshirt
was several months old, and already the boy had begun to outgrow it.
Ben's arms stretched the fabric, and his big boyish pecs and thick
lats filled out the chest. "I..." Ben proclaimed, beginning to flex,
"won't..." the fabric strained as Ben forced his muscles to expand,
"wear..." Dan heard seams pop and saw a small tear under the sleeve,
"IT!". Ben flexed hard, moving his arms forward and causing the shirt
to rip down the back. Ben moved his hands to the collar of the shirt,
and before Dan could stop him, pulled hard, ripping the shirt. He
threw the rags on teh floor, and jumping on the chair, stomped on
them.

"That was very bad," said Dan. "You're getting a time out for that.
Go sit on the stairs until I tell you to go."

Ben stormed away, going to the stairs. He put his arms on his knees,
his big kid biceps bulging, then put his face in his hands and
scowled. "I hate shirts!"

Another incident occurred several weeks later. Ben was playing in the
basement and found an old sailor's trunk that was Dan's grand father's
from World War II. Dan had cleaned it out, and Ben was playing around
it. Dan didn't notice that Ben climbed inside it, using it as a
fortress to fend off some Indians. He turned and knocked it, the lid
slamming shut.

Dan heard a muffled shriek from inside the trunk. He turned, to see
Ben's fist hit the side with such force that the steel-reinforced side
bulged out a good inch. Next the top flew off, the hinges snapped as
Ben kicked the lid hard with both his feet. Ben pounded into the
walls, breaking one off and splitting another. The trunk fell about.
A wall that fell on Ben generated another loud cry and flew into the
air, hitting the ceiling and crashing down on the other side of the
basement.

"Ben!" Dan screamed, running over to his son. "Ben! It's OK!
Daddy's here." Dan tried to get close, but Ben was flailing his
powerful arms and legs, and kept pushing Dan away. "Ben! Calm down!
I'm here."

Ben looked up, tears in his eyes, then stopped. "Daddy!" he cried,
raising his arms to be picked up.

Dan picked Ben up, and ben flung his arms around his father's neck.
"What happened."

"It was dark, and I was trapped," cried Ben, tears running down his
face. "I thought the walls were coming at me. I was scared."

"Well, Daddy is here now and I'll take care of you. Nothing will hurt
you."

That night, Ben started waking up screaming. He would say he felt
trapped, like he couldn't move and he was scared. Dan would reassure
him it was only a nightmare, but Ben had that same nightmare until he
turned five, when he outgrew it. Still Ben hated being confined at
all, or having his arms or legs restrained, lashing out violently when
it happened. Dan never understood why.

Ben was homeschooled. He never had interactions with children.
Before Ben turned five, he was stronger than Dan. Dan watched as Ben
benched, curled and squatted more than he could. Dan didn't care, but
noted in his research papers the amazing strength his four and a half
year old had. Dan knew that Ben would hurt kids his own age, so never
allowed him that interaction. Whever Ben wanted to play, Dan would
step in and be his playmate, even when it interfered with his own
work.

One day, when Ben was six, he was watching TV. The sports channel was
covering a bodybuilding show. Ben had stripped down to his underwear,
and was mimicking the men on stage. Dan peeked in to see that
everything was fine. He saw his son striking poses, and noted that he
looked much better built than the teens on the television. Dan went
back to his den to work.

About five minutes later, he was disturbed by a commotion. Ben was
shouting. He ran to the room, and Ben was pointing at the TV and
jumping up and down. "It's a kid! It's a kid! Just like me!"

On the screen was a boy. He was hugely muscled, and the caption said
he was only eight. The word "WINNER" flashed below it. One announced
was speaking, "And while Tom, or Tommy as his friends call him won the
tournament, this commentator really wonders what type of childhood the
boy has."

"I've heard he was kicked out of school for being violent," said the
other talking head.

"I've heard that..." the commentators kept talking, but Dan's
attention focussed on Ben, who was excitedly jumping next to him.

"Daddy! That boy on TV. He had big muscles like me!"

"Yes, he does," replied Dan. He grabbed the remote for the DVR, and
rewound to the beginning of the segment. The boy named Tom took the
stage, and there were gasps from the audience. The music to "I'm a
Little Teapot" began to play, and Tom posed to it, bending his arm and
putting his fist on flexed obliques to "here is my handle" and flexing
his other bicep to "here is my spout." The crowd laughed.

"Look Daddy!" said Ben, making the same pose. The music on the
television changed, and Tom had struck an impressive double bicep
pose. Ben gleamed and did the same, his own biceps looking thicker
and larger than Tom's. Dan smiled, comparing his son to the winning
muscle kid, and knowing that Ben had him beat in size, shape and
definition.

When the segment was over, Ben turned to Dan. "Daddy?" he asked
affectionately, like he did when he wanted something.

"Would you like to compete like that?" Dan said, anticipating the question.

"Oh no," said Ben. "I was just wondering if, well, if I could meet
Tommy. I don't have any real friends, and I was kinda hoping Tommy
would be my friend and play with me. I'd promise not to hurt him."

Dan looked at his son. "Well, maybe. But why don't you want to
compete? Are you afraid of losing."

Ben frowned. "Daddy," he said, explaining, "these people are called
bodybuilders. And the winner is the bodybuilder who is bigger and
stronger and got more veins and stuff."

"I know Ben," Dan said.

"Ya, well, look..." Ben sucked in his stomach and flexed his abs
hard. He flared his lats so big that they formed a huge V at least
twice as wide as his thin waist. He bent slightly forward, tensed his
arms and flexed his chest. Veins popped below thin skin over around
his necks, pecs, shoulders and arms. Ben's pecs were thick and
ripped, cross-striations visible on both the upper and lower pecs,
which were clearly defined. Ben's wide shoulders added to the
illusion of his massive size. To complete the pose, Ben moved one leg
in front of the other. His thighs burst into definition, the veins
and striations just as visible as on his upper body. Ben grinned a
big grin. "I'd win the competition easily," he said.

"So, you do want to enter?"

"Daddy!" Ben cried with some exasperation. "Tommy won! Tommy is the
best. I want Tommy to be my friend. I don't want to beat him!"

"But you're muscles are bigger than Tommy's?"

"I know," said Ben. "But Tommy wants to win. I just want to be his friend."

Dan frowned. "Well maybe someday."

"Soon?"

"We'll see."

For the next year, Ben asked for every article or a copy of every TV
show about Tommy. He would cut out pictures of Tommy and put them up
on his wall. With each new article, Ben would ask his father when he
could meet Tommy. Dan always said "Soon."

A year passed, and Ben heard they were televising Tommy's competition
again. Dan had urged Ben to compete, but he said no. "Tommy's gonna
win again!" Ben declared.

When Tommy came on stage, Ben jumped up and down with excitement.
Like he always did, he posed with Tommy, mimicking the older boy's
actions with his bigger and more defined muscles. When Tommy was
through posing, the station went to commercial.

"Did you see him! Did you see Tommy!" Ben said excitedly. "He's even
bigger than last year! I can't wait to meet him!"

Dan just smiled.

"And we're back," said one of the commentators on the screen. "Next up is another nine year old..."

"He'll be nine in a few weeks," corrected the other comemntator.

"Wally O'Toole..."

"Wow! Look at that body. It looks like our previous competitor is
going to have real competition this year!"

"WHAT!" cried Ben. "Nobody beats Tommy!"

Ben's body tensed as he watched Wally go through his routine. During
the posedown, as the commentators ranted, "Wow! Look at the peaks on
Wally's bis. This kid is leaving Tommy in the dust!" Ben began to fume. He began to mimick Wally, mocking him with his size.

"I'm way bigger than him!" Ben said. "Come on Tommy. Crush him!" as
if wishing his superior muscle to the boy he idolized. When Wally
struck a devastating most muscular pose, his thicker arms behind his
head, wider lats leading to thinner waist and his more powerful legs,
Dan knew that Tommy was beaten, then he looked at his son doing the
same pose.

"You can beat Wally," he said.

"Tommy will win!" Ben demanded.

When the announcer pronounced Wally the winner, Ben stormed out of the room.

Dan found Ben in his weightroom. He was doing leg presses, and lifting
harder than Dan remembers.

"What are you doing, Ben?"

"Next year, I'm gonna beat that Wally." said Ben, locking the weight
after a set of ten reps. He got up and added weight to the machine.

"You want to compete?" asked Dan, trying to conceal his surprise and approval.

"I'm gonna be way bigger and way stronger than Wally," Ben
announced. "And if he thinks he can beat Tommy, I'm gonna beat him!"

That was the beginning of a year of intense growth for Ben. Dan put
pictures of Wally winning around the gym. He read each new article
about Wally O'Toole, the boy with unbeatable kid muscle, to Ben. When
Ben heard that Wally routine wrestled Tommy to the ground, the two
pretending to be super heros, Ben worked so hard he ran out of weights
to lift. Dan had to go out and buy another 300lb olympic weight set
so Ben could continue his workout.

As the contest approached, Ben's determination only increased. Dan
didn't tell Ben that he was already lifting way more than Wally. Dan
wanted Ben to be even bigger.

When Ben got to the competition, he and Dan saw Tom and Wally at the
registration table.

"Dad!" Ben said with glee. "Look at Tommy! He's huge."

"It's OK Ben," Dan said. "You'll beat him easily."

Ben stopped. "But Daddy, now I don't have to. Tommy's going to win.
I know it."

As he said it, Tom and Wally made struck a double bicep pose for a
photographer. Tommy was bigger and more cut than Wally.

"But we came all this way," said Dan. "I'd really like it if you enter."

Ben shook his head. He crossed his arms under his huge pecs, his
thick biceps unable to cross any higher because of his powerful
muscles.

Dan knew he couldn't force his son, then had an idea. "Well maybe
afterwards, we can go backstage and you can meet Tommy and Wally."

Ben's face gleamed with excitement. "I can meet Tommy!"

"Ya, and you can show him your muscles and even play with him if you want!"

"Yippee!"

Dan and Ben watched the competition. He was so excited, he didn't
even complain about wearing the baggy sweatshirt his father made him
wear. Dan had explained, "Let's make it a surprise for Tommy. You
can take your shirt off after you meet him." Ben screamed
encouragement as Tommy flexed and posed, his physique looking bigger
and more powerful than teens twice his age. When he won, Ben jumped
out of his seat. He dragged Dan backstage as quickly as they could
get there.

Backstage, the press had crowded around Tom and Wally. Two men had
just announced a camp.

Ben turned to Dan, wide-eyed. "Did you hear that Daddy?" Ben asked. "Can I
go? Can I?"

Before Dan could answer, Ben had begun to push through the crowd.
"Tommy!" He ran up to Tommy and picked the bigger boy up like a doll.
"You're my hero!"

Tommy grabbed at Ben's hands and tried to pry them apart, but found
that he couldn't. Ben's huge arms were pressing into Tommy's lats
with crushing force.

"Ben," Dan cried, pushing through the crowd, "put Tommy down."

"I'm sorry," Ben said, lowering Tommy. He looked around. "My name is
Ben, and I'm strong like you!" Ben grabbed the top of his sweatshirt
and pulled. It ripped like tissue paper, revealling globe-like pecs
and ripped abs that looked like the bed of a brick road. Ben peeled
the shirt off his arms, and raised them in a double bicep. His arms
were so thick, it seemed impossible that he could move them at
all. When he flexed, peaks like Rocky Mountains emerged below his
skin.

"That kid is a muscle monster," whispered a reporter near Dan.

Dan smiled. "Yes, he is."

Tom shook his head, then flexed his arm next to Ben's. The boy's bicep
was a good two inches bigger than his own. Ben giggled, and flexed
harder, making his peaks bounce with new size.

"Ben has a 60 inch chest, 24 inch arms, 35 inch quads and a 24 inch
waist," Dan announced to the reporters. "He benches over 600, squats
close to 900 pounds and curls 250. And he's only eight years old."

The reporters turned to Dan. "And my son is the biggest, strongest,
toughest muscle kid there is."

[mlbjock]

All I have to say is "DAMN!!!"


-- Shawn

[iceman75]

Great stuff Corwin! I like how you interspersed the ending to KM 4 into this one, and I hope that you follow up with that Muscle camp idea that you had in part 4, it would be awesome to see young kids, like 4 and 5 train to be huge, to eventually have a kid so big he would overshadow everyone else by the time he's only 7! I'm loving where this story is going. Ben is awesome, Tommy is great, and I can't wait to see what you come up with next!

[Corwin]

Originally Posted by iceman75

Great stuff Corwin! I like how you interspersed the ending to KM 4 into this one, and I hope that you follow up with that Muscle camp idea that you had in part 4, it would be awesome to see young kids, like 4 and 5 train to be huge, to eventually have a kid so big he would overshadow everyone else by the time he's only 7! I'm loving where this story is going. Ben is awesome, Tommy is great, and I can't wait to see what you come up with next!

Yep, the final part of the story is titled Muscle Camp, has more kids but the story will be built around Ben, Tommy and Wally.

[iceman75]

Originally Posted by Corwin

Yep, the final part of the story is titled Muscle Camp, has more kids but the story will be built around Ben, Tommy and Wally.

Well, I can't wait to see what the boys will be capable of, and how big they can get working out together. Of course I don't mind it being mostly about Ben, Tommy, and Wally, they're awesome anyway, but younger kids with big muscle in their own right is cool imo.

[rockhardmuscle1]

This is the best kid muscle growth story in a long time. Cant wait for the next chapter!!!!!