Lester Meets Karl

[Big RR]

WRITTEN BY BBMSN

LESTER MEET KARL

After Lester left for the prison, Mikey started getting ready for work. Still naked, he opened the refrigerator and grabbed a gallon container of the protein shake Karl had given him. He downed the whole gallon standing right there. As he gulped it down, some of the thick liquid ran down his chin and dripped onto his big chest. He tossed the empty container into the trash, and wiped his chin with his forearm. The shake tasted so good, he reached in and grabbed a second one. He guzzled that one down, too, after which, he rubbed his swelling musclegut and belched. "Fuck yeah," he said, feeling the tight fullness of his stomach pushing against his thick ab wall. He could practically feel himself growing. He reached in for the third and last gallon. Karl had told him not to drink more then two at a time, but Mikey couldn't help himself. Besides, he was kind of pissed off at Karl. Well, maybe not pissed off. He wasn't sure how he felt. Last night, when he had gotten to Karl's gym, Karl was wrestling down a 250lb pro bodybuilder that worked out at the gym. Mikey recognized him from pics he'd seen in the muscle mags. Karl pinned the roided up muscleman like the guy was a child. Karl straddled the guy and then reached underneath one of the weight racks, pulling out a big can of Crisco. Karl greased himself up and just started fucking the guy right there on the gym floor. Ripped right through the guy's posers with his big cock and started breeding him.
"Jeezus," Mikey had said out-loud. Karl looked up at him and just winked. Then he went back to fucking the crap out of the heavyweight bodybuilder. The pro was grunting hard and gripping the heavy rubber floor mats with his hands, but otherwise seemed to be totally into it. Good thing, too, since Karl's 470lbs of steel muscle frame had the dude completely overpowered and dominated. Mikey watched, mesmerized, as Karl's massive muscles undulated with power as he bucked into the guy harder and harder, while saying to the pro under him "You got such a sweet musclepussy, little man. You feel the power inside you, you fuck? You feel this goddam superhuman power?" Karl pumped into the guy so hard, that he slid about a foot across the rubber matting with each thrust. Soon, his head was pinned up against the cinder block wall. "Ah yeh," Karl had said, " gonna fuck you so hard, your girlfriend will get pregnant." With that, he sank into the muscleman so deep, the guy came. Just like that. Like he had no choice but to cum, with the power of the massive beast so deep inside him. Karl grunted with pleasure. "Ahh Yeh," he had said, "now I'm gonna fill you up with musclepaste....you want that, boy?" The bodybuilder moaned an affirmative, as he shook his head yes, as much as he could with it pinned against a wall. Karl roared like a bull as he spewed his load. Mikey had to sit down on a bench as he watched Karl's huge squat butt clench up and hold, as he drained himself inside the smaller man. Karl stayed inside the guy for a few minutes, continuing to tap into him, draining himself completely. Then he pulled out and stood up. He walked over to Mikey and stood over him. Mikey looked up at the towering sixty-five year old muscle freak in front of him. Karl looked bigger than Mikey had ever realized. A freaking behemoth, and all flushed and sweaty from the power fuck he'd just dealt out.
"Stand up," Karl had said to him.
Mikey stood up. He had a raging hardon in his shorts.
"Cum," Karl had ordered. And with that he flicked Mikey's cockhead with his thick index finger. Mikey felt the cum raging out of him, pumping into his shorts like a fountain. Mikey'd never shot like this in his life. It was uncontrollable. The jiz just kept coming and coming. Karl reached down and grabbed Mikey crotch, stroking Mikey's hardon through the shorts. Mikey almost passed out from the pleasure of it. When he was finally done, he sat back down on the bench, dazed. Karl walked to the showers, laughing his cocky laugh.
That was last night. Now, as Mikey downed the third gallon of shake, he walked into the bedroom. He tossed the empty container aside, and looked at himself in the mirror. A small stream of protein shake ran down the deep chasm of his pecs. He bounced them in the mirror, and watched the stream zigzag back and forth. His chest was massive. He was packing on over ten pounds a week. He lifted his arms and hit a double-bi. "Fuck yeah," he said, "fuckin arms are bigger than Lester's now. Look at these fucking cannons." He squeezed his arms hard as he could, and a triple peak began to rise up out of the top. He began to get hard as he flexed his arms over and over, pumping them up like balloons. He could feel them getting tighter and fuller....growing. He hit a lat spread. His back flaring out huge and thick. "Wait until Karl sees this," he thought to himself. "I got 100lbs on that punk pro bodybuilder." His cock started leaking pre, a heavy rope of it, almost to the floor. He turned sideways and checked out his side-chest shot. His pec shelf heaved out over 2 feet. "Fuckin' Huge," he grunted out as he tensed his mass as much as he could.
His cell phone rang. He picked it up off the dresser. It was Karl.
"You thinking about me, boy?" Karl said before Mikey could even speak. "Thinking about our workout tonight, and how insanely pumped up we're gonna get each other?.
Mikey was in sensory overload and couldn't even speak. All bloated with protein, pumped from just a few flexes, and his balls pumping out more jiz then they'd ever done in his lifetime.
"That's what I thought," said Karl, after Mikey grunted. "Now, cum."
Mikey stumbled back against the wall, and arched his broad back into it, bracing himself. He could practically hear the load of cum rushing up his dick. He sure as hell could feel it. The sensation of overwhelming pleasure blinded him to any other thought. Mikey closed his eyes and came. It arched out of him like a Super Soaker water rifle, shooting clear across the room and splattering into the mirror. He came and he came. His arms pushed against the wall, and as he shot again, he crushed his cell phone in his powerful hand. He grabbed his cock with his other hand and jerked himself off, and the jiz continued to fly, ropes of it flying wildly around the room as he pumped himself dry.
"Fuck," he said as he felt himself finally drained. He slumped down onto the floor and looked around. He'd cum a couple of quarts. He looked over at the empty protein container in the corner. What the fuck is in that stuff, he thought to himself. Then he noticed his alarm clock. "Shit," he said, getting up. He was running late for work, and still had to shower.
An hour later, he was at work. He'd gotten a little grief from the owner for being late, but very little. The boss liked him. And no wonder. There was so little trouble when Mikey was on, it was almost boring. Mikey kind of liked mixing it up a little, especially toward the end of the night, when the stupid drunks would create a problem. Although, Mikey had put on so much size lately, these guys just seemed smaller and smaller to him, and too easy
to toss right out of the bar.
About two hours into the night Mikey felt a buzz going on in the place. He been bouncing long enough to sense trouble. The owner came over to him and asked him to keep an eye on a big guy that had just come into the place, and was hanging at the front bar. "Looks like either a biker, or a psychopath," the owner had said, "and a big one at that."
Mikey made his way to the front, and saw Lester leaning against the bar. No wonder the boss was worried. Lester, in his leather jacket and no shirt, his huge hairy chest and 8pac showing. Tattoos on his neck. A buzz cut. Still in his prison guard pants. Looking hungry and mean.
"Dude, what are you doing here?" Mikey asked him.
"Got off work early," said Lester. "I want to meet this Karl."
"I can't get off yet, man, it's too early."
"Sure there's not something I can do to persuade you?" Lester asked, as he reached down and cupped Mikey's groin. Mikey felt that blinding pleasure overload rush through him.
"Fuckk," Mikey groaned. He had a nearly overwhelming desire to bearhug Lester against the bar and crush a lip-lock onto him, but then he remembered where he was.
Lester laughed as he saw the glazed over look of lust in Mikey's eyes. "Man," he said, "you are turning into a real horndog since you been growing so much."
"Let me go talk to my boss," said Mikey. He found the owner and told him he had an emergency and had to go. Again, the owner wasn't happy, but he let him go. Mikey felt a little guilty, although he told himself he wasn't exactly lying, he did have an emergency...he was going to lose his mind if he didn't pump up his huge growing body, and get his rocks off with Karl and Lester. He went back and got Lester. "Let's go," he said.
They headed to Karl's. They ran the couple miles to the gym, and of course somewhere along the way it turned into a race. Lester tossed off his leather jacket, and Mikey stripped off his polo work shirt, and they broke into a full out sprint. They arrived at Karl's gym in a dead heat, huffing and glistening with sweat.
"Fucker," said Mikey, reaching for the door.
"Shithead," said Lester, shoving into him with his shoulder.
There were a couple of late night lifters still working out, but all activity stopped as Mikey and Lester came in. The two shirtless muscleheads were, besides Karl, the biggest massmonsters the other men had ever seen.
"Where's Karl?" Mikey asked one of them. The guy was speechless as he soaked in the size of the two huge men, and motioned with his thumb to the back room.
Mikey led Lester to the back. Karl stood in the back corner of the room. At his feet were a pile of twisted up crowbars. Karl was working forearms. He had them so engorged they looked like over-inflated balloons. Balloons with veins. Lots of veins. And ropey with sinew. He twisted another crowbar like a piece of taffy, then tossed it down. He looked up and saw the big duo standing there.
"Well well well," he said, twisting his wrists to further bloat up his iron-bending arms."What have we got here?"
Mikey introduced Karl to Lester, and the two big men shook hands. They shook firm and hard for about twenty seconds, until Karl grinned and said, "Not bad. And you boys are right in time. I was just about to do some bench pressing. Lester, you want to give me a spot over here?"
Lester shrugged and followed Karl to a bench he already had loaded up...with 500lbs on each side of the bar, Karl was getting ready to bench over 1000lbs.
"I'll be able to get ten," said Karl, "after that you can help me do some forced reps."
Karl laid down and started pressing. After ten reps, he still didn't look like he needed much help, but Lester put his hands on the bar. At 14 reps, Mikey realized that Karl was slowing down, but that was because Lester was now pushing down on the bar. Karl was straining, but the bar was still moving up. And Lester began to push down harder. At 15 reps, Karl lowered to bar to his chest and began pushing back up. Lester leaned into the bar. The veins on Karl's neck and forehead began to bulge out. The plates began to rattle as he powered the bar up against Lester's resistance. Karl locked out number 16. He lowered the bar and began his 17th rep. Lester's huge arms were bulging full-force as he pushed down, and still Karl moved the bar up.
"Looks like your friend needs some help," Karl grunted to Mikey, as he locked out number 17. "Get over here and see if you two girls can stop me."
Mikey went over to one end of the bar, and Lester, now stunned and awed, moved over to the other end. Karl lowered the bar, and as he went for 18, both big boys pushed with all their might to keep him down. Karl snorted and pushed, his monstrous mounds of chest muscle heaving upward, surging with power. Both Mikey and Lester were on their tiptoes pushing down. The bar continued to move up. Slowly, slowly, Karl's massive powerhouse body muscled the bar up, locking out number 18.
"Holy shit," said Mikey, sweat dripping of his brow.
"Two more," ordered Karl, every ropey cable of muscle in his arms about to bust through his skin.
"No fucking way," muttered Lester, snarling. He readjusted his grip on the end of the bar, and pushed harder.
Karl lowered the bar slowly, against the stunning power of the two massive muscleheads. Nostrils flared, and face and neck purple from strain, he muscled the bar back up. "Nineteen," he growled, locking out. His arms had engorged to what seemed like double their immense size. His pecs crushed together, forming an impenetrable 8 inch crevice in between. Sweat was squeezing out of the deep muscle canyon and onto the floor. He lowered the bar.
As he pushed up for the 20th rep, Lester and Mikey began to bounce on the bar with all their weight and strength, like they were trying to jack up a car with pure musclepower. Karl huffed gruffly, and with each deep huff, the bar moved up an inch. Closer and closer to the top, until he finally locked out.
"Twenty," said Karl, pushing the bar back, and onto the rack.
Mikey and Lester stepped back. Both of their upper bodies were insanely jacked up from their efforts. But the real muscle show came when Karl sat up and then stood. His massive barrel chest was big as two kegs. He arched his shoulders back, cracking out his back, and expanding even larger. The behemoth older muscleman had just out-powered two powerful musclejocks, and he was raging. His arms jutted out to his sides at nearly 45 degree angles.
"Now," he said with an evil grin, "it's time to work you two girls out."

[vlad]

man, I've been waiting for this one. thanks, and of course...can't wait to see what happens. I want to see both Mike and Lester get bigger than Karl! =)

[metrored]

This story sounds great but are there other chapters? Where can I find them?

[Big RR]

Mikey continued to train with Karl after he got off work at the bar. For a month straight, he and Karl would lift from 2:30 to 5 in the morning. A couple of times, Mikey puked from trying to keep up with Karl, and the old man still crushed him with the poundage he used in the weightroom, but Mikey was getting better, especially since Karl had started giving him the protein shakes he kept in his office. After of week of training together, Karl had come out with a gallon container of the shake and said "Here, drink this." The first sip, and Mikey was hooked. The stuff tasted amazing. Not too thick, but not too thin. He guzzled down that first gallon like a suckling pig. Karl was impressed, so he got him a second gallon. Mikey drank that down, and wiped his mouth with the back of his arm. "Now let's lift," Karl had said, and even though Mikey's tight abs were bloated from the stuff, and he worried that he'd hurl all over the gym, he ended up having the best workout of his life. He raged through his sets, and added weight to every lift. Karl smiled and shook his head as Mikey kept checking himself out in the mirror. "Fuck yehh," Mikey would say as he popped out a side-chest shot. Then Karl would stand next to him and pop out his own freak chest shelf. Karl was 6 inches taller, and significantly thicker and denser, but Mikey was making gains. Three weeks later, and Mikey was definitely making gains. He was drinking up to four gallons a day of Karl's shakes, on top of food, and his weight had soared to 360lbs. Karl could still wrestle him down to the floor and breed him, but Mikey could tell it was getting harder for him, and he could cum just feeling Karl's big rough hands groping his new mass.
Meanwhile, Lester had been working a lot of double shifts and weekends at the prison. He hadn't seen much of Mikey that month, and when he did, he was too tired to take much notice. Mikey had told him he was working out with some old dude over in the warehouse district, which was cool with him, he spent much of his time at the prison using the weightroom himself. The warden encouraged him to do so, and, in fact, gave him bonuses for getting stronger and bigger. The prison's gang problems had nearly disappeared since Lester had been hired on.
The first time Lester got a good look at Mikey's new size was about a month into his new training regiment. Lester got home from work around 3 that afternoon, just as Mikey was getting up. Mikey came out of the bedroom, sleepy-eyed and naked, heading for the kitchen as Lester walked in.
"Hey, man," said Mikey, absent-mindedly scratching his balls.
"Dude," said Lester, "you're gettin' huge."
Mikey looked down at his massive, smooth young muscle. He bounced his huge watermelon pecs. "Yeh," he grinned, "I guess I am."
"Shit, bro, you're nearly big as I am," said Lester.
"No fucking way, man."
"Dude, way. Check it out." Lester unbuttoned his prison guard shirt and stripped it off. He was a freak of nature. Massive, hairy, super vascular, and tattooed, he looked tough as nails, and Mikey could see why none of the prisoners would give him any shit.
Lester stepped up to Mikey. "Bring up that arm, man, let's compare." Mikey shrugged and flexed his arm up. Lester held his arm next to his and flexed, too. Both men had biceps that peaked up over 26". They matched arm size very closely, although Lester's was tougher, more sinewy, dense as brick. Mikey's bulk still had a boyishness to it, although that was fading fast, as his new size developed bulges and ridges like emerging diamonds. His skin was so smooth and milky, you could see the blue veins crisscrossing his chest and arms, but they didn't quite stand out on top of the muscle like Lester's, rising up atop the muscles, hard as hoses, then plunging deep into his granite hardness. Lester had a street tough look of a hardcore biker. Mikey was from the 'burbs, a growing powerhouse muscle jock, morphing into a muscle freak.
"Mikey, dude, your arm is bigger than mine, you fuck." Mikey looked at the two huge arms, side by side, peak to peak, balled up into hard flex, and realized that Lester was right. Not by much, but his newly forming tennis ball-sized peak was just topping up over Lester's. "Man, I gotta meet this old dude, if he's getting you this jacked up."
"Anytime, Lester. You just got to get off nights. The three of us would tear the place apart."
Mikey lumbered into the kitchen. Lester checked out Mikey's naked backside, now as big or bigger than Coleman's. "Shit," he said to himself,"I gotta talk to the warden."
Lester had to be back at work that night at 7, so he grabbed a couple hours sleep, got up, showered and dressed in his special order XXXXL guard uniform, and headed back to the prison. When he got there, there had been trouble. The place was in lockdown. Seems that one of the prisoners, a computer geek who had been given hard time for creating a devastating virus, had overridden the lock system on his cell door, and locked himself inside, swearing to go on a hunger strike until conditions were improved at the prison. In doing so, he had messed up the prison's automatic lock system, so doors around the place were locking and unlocking at random. When Lester got to Level 2, the warden and 4 guards were outside the geek's cell, trying to coax him out, although it was hard to hear what they were saying, because the other prisoners, locked in their cells, where cheering and jeering at all the trouble to geek was causing. As Lester approached the cell, the warden saw him and said, "Good, I'm glad you're here. Do something about this." He and the four guards back away enough for Lester to step into the front of the cell door. His massiveness cast a shadow over the small living space of the computer geek.
"Come here for a second, Lex," Lester said to the geek, who's name wasn't really Lex, but he fancied himself as Lex Luther, and Lester had always humored him by going along, even when the geek would say to him, "Someday, I'll rule you, and the world!" He kind of creeped Lester out, but had been harmless up to now.
The geek took a step out of the dark shadows, and eyed Lester suspiciously.
"Listen to me, boy," said Lester, "you got two choices. Either you undo the lock and come out, or I'll rip the bars off the wall and come in after you."
A momentary look of panic crossed the geek's face. Then he said, "You don't scare me, muscleman. I'll take you down and everyone in here."
"Is that right, Lex? And how you gonna do that from in there? You got some kryptonite hidden under your cot?"
"Don't mock me, musclefreak. I'll destroy anyone that gets in my way."
"You're not destroying anyone, punk, and you know why? You're just a little fuckin geek, that's all you are, and all you ever will be. Now be a good little geek and unlock this fucking cell door."
Lex's face reddened and he began to shake. "DON'T YOU TALK TO ME THAT WAY!!" he shouted as he took a step toward Lester.
A fatal mistake.
Lester's arm shot thru the bars in a flash, and he grabbed the geek by his shirt. Everyone was shocked by the speed of it. The warden and the four guards had gasped, and the prisoners began to quiet down. As Lester's thick, strong fingers curled around more shirt, his huge upper arm pressed against two of the bars, causing them to bow apart. Lex began to choke on his own panic.
"Now listen to me carefully, Lex," said Lester, darkly. "You either cut the crap and unlock the door, or I will pull you out thru the bars."
Lex eyed the bars nervously. Skinny as he was, he knew he would sustain serious damage if Lester actually tried to pull him thru. Fatal damage. But would Lester really do that? He looked down at the cable-sized cords of Lester's forearm as his fist tightened over his shirt fabric. He felt himself being lifted slowly off his feet. He was just about to give it up, when the warden stepped forward and yelled to Lester, "Crush him! Crush the little maggot!"
Lex panicked, arched himself backwards and grabbed a hold of his bunk bed post. Lester pulled to jerk him away from the bed, but instead, ripped the shirt right off him, like a magician pulling a tablecloth off a table. The shirtless Lex scrambled to his bed, reached underneath and pulled out a remote control. "Now you'll see," he said, and pushed a button. Alarms immediately went off in another section of the prison.
"Fuck," said Lester.
"Go see what that's about," the warden said to the guards.
"Wait," said Lester. "Stand back." He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, throwing it over the railing.
"Jesus," said one of the guards, truly getting a look at Lester's freak size for the first time. The other three guards were speechless. They all stood back.
Lester spread his arms out and grabbed a hold of the heaviest bars on the cell door, the main framework of the metal. He clenched his fists around the bars, twisting the steel slightly into a better grip. Then he yanked.
The whole second floor shuttered from the force, but the bars held. Lester yanked again. Chunks of wall fell from both sides of the door. Lester readjusted his grip and rolled his enormous swelling back muscles. Lester pulled downward on the bars, grunting, and chunks fell from the ceiling. Then he yanked again. The whole prison seemed to shudder. Prisoners in the deepest isolation ward felt the force of it, and began to bone up from the sense of a distant, tremendous power. Prisoners on the third tier, who could see Lester's back, watched in awe as the superman guard ripped apart a cell door with his bare hands. Lester yanked again, hard, and buckled the cell door away from the side walls. Then he widened his grip, and began to crush in on the bars. The cell door folded like an accordion, slowly at first, but then crumpling and crumpling like a Chinese paper lantern under the intense pressure of Lester's massive delts, lats and arms. A sheen of sweat highlighted the enormity of Lester's musclepowered gorilla back. Lester folded the door into fourths, then tossed it over the railing. Then he roared and flexed into a most-muscular pose. Two of the guards, the warden, and six prisoners spontaneously came in their pants.
Lex sat shaking in the corner of his cell as Lester stepped in. Lester put his hand out, and the defeated geek handed him the remote. Lester closed his big hand around it and crushed it into a hundred pieces. The alarms stopped.
Lester ducked out of the cell and went up to the awe-struck warden.
"I need the night off," Lester said.

[vlad]

metrored, if you visit http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MuscleGrowthStories/ and look around on the messages for names of the seasons ("Summer", "Fall", etc) you can find the threads that started this whole saga and introduced us to Mike and Lester. Big RR is on there under a different name though, so you'd have to ask him what it is exactly though. either way, it's one of my favorite musclegrowth series!