No Limits: Part 5 -- Ken

[Corwin]

Ken walked into the lab. "Yo, Doc? Petrowski?" No one answered.
"Shee-it," he said, entering the lab and closing the door behind him.
He looked around, tossing his gym bag on the floor in the corner.
Even though he had first seen this room only four weeks before, it was
familiar to him now. He walked over to a mirror and grinned at the
man looking back at him. "Fucking huge!" he said.

One month ago he wore shirts that were sized large. Today, those same
shirts were far too tight for him. He flexed his pecs, bouncing them
inside his quad-XL shirt. His grin became more evil. He turned,
looking at the chart on the wall that showed the rapid changes in his
body. He started with 19 3/4 inch arms. Before the second treatment,
they measured a little over 21. Before the third, they were close to
28. He raised his arm, flexing his bi. "35" he said, admiring the
muscle. The massive bulge in his pants began to grow.

He turned toward a tape player. He had left his posing tape ready to
be played. He flipped it on. Immediately, the word "Body!" stormed
from the speakers. Ken began to strut to the beat of Funky Green
Dogs. Everytime the word "body" was sang, he would strike another
pose -- single bicep, double bi, a rear lat spread that almost ripped
his shirt, side chest that made the t-shirt tent over his massive pecs.

The beat slowed. As the tape played, "Oooo, I only live for
satisfying you...", Ken began to lift his shirt, revealing rock hard
abs totally exposed -- no body fat at all. The abs formed a perfect
ridges, a triangle that descended into his skin-tight blue jeans.
Ken's expression changed to surprise as the singer sang "No other man
can the things you do, ...". Ken lowered his shirt and strut to the
left as far as he could go and still see himself in the mirror. When
the singer sang, "I have always been the type of girl who tried to get
to a man for his mind, oo baby," he slowly pulled down on the neck of
his shirt, showing the deep ridge between two massive pecs. As the
singer finished, "it's your body" he ripped the shirt in two,
revealing his massive torso and throwing the shirt toward his
imaginary audience. As he performed, he bounced his pecs and struck
poses that displayed his massive arms, thick pecs, cobblestone abs, B2
Bomber lats, and his mountainous traps. Ken never took his eyes off
the mirror, his mind evaluating every pose. He watched as his body
flowed smoothly from flex to flex, pose to pose in time with the
music.

As the second stanza began, Ken shifted the focus of his routine from
his torso to his legs. He moved his hands to the top button of his
jeans and popped it. He also took the opportunity to free his massive
cock that was fighting to be free. The thick organ snaked up against
his abs, past his naval nearly to the bottom of his pecs. Next, he
flexed his lats and extended his right leg, flexing it hard. The
incredible size and hardness of his legs were no match for the denim,
which burst from the incredible pressure of his expanding muscle.
Once again, Ken feigned a surprised expression, then duplicated the
pose with his left leg. He lowered the zipper of his pants, giving
his imaginary audience a view of his slate-hard lower abs. With a
sudden jerk, he ripped the pants in two. To Ken, ripping the jeans
was as easy as tearing tissue paper. It didn't even matter, in a few
minutes they would be too small for him anyway. He tossed the
tattered fabric aside and continued his routine. He heard and ignored
the door open behind him.

"Ahem," said Petrowski from behind the bodybuilder.

Ken stopped posing and walked to the tape, setting it to rewind to the
beginning.

"Having fun?" asked the ex-soldier.

"Bigger than fucking Mr. Olympia," said Ken. "Can't wait til I can
compete again. I'll make all those pros look like skinny
pencil-necks," he looked at Perkins, "no offense doc."

Perkins gave him a look.

"Hey, look at this bod! I got symmetry, hardness, and size. I'm the
perfect specimen, and I'm halfway through this program of yours. With
another four treatments, man, I'll be frick'n amazing!"

"Are you ready for the next treatment?" asked Perkins, walking over to
a cabinet on the far side of the room.

"Been ready. You're the guys who are late," said Ken.

"Well, at least you found a way to entertain yourself," snickered Perkins.

"Hey, when you got it," said Ken.

"Hmmm, so we heard," said Perkins.

"Ya, care to tell us what happened last night?" Petrowski asked. Ken
looked at the two. Petrowski had his massive arms crossed under his
pecs while Perkins prepared a syringe. Ken noticed that the needles
said 'titanium' on the package.

"Hey, it wasn't nothing and it wasn't my fault anyway. We were
mugged," said Ken. "Well, er, I mean they tried to mug us. Five
punks. Guess they thought they were tough. They had knives."

"And?" said Petrowski sternly.

Ken gave Petrowski a look of contempt. "I did to them the same thing
I'd do to you. I out-muscled them." Ken bounced his pecs. He was
smaller than Petrowski, but his attitude exuded pure confidence. "I
was walking along, talking to my buds. I thought I heard something
behind us, but I ignored it. Suddenly, I felt something on my back. It
kinda felt like a mosquito or something. Anyway, I turned and heard a
ripping noise and saw this runt of a kid holding a knife. The
pip-squeak had ripped my shirt! I looked, and there was a scratch on
my skin, but the knife, well, it scratched but that was all." Ken
pointed to a little red scratch that went around the left side lat.
"I guess maybe I lost it a bit. I screamed, 'What the fuck!' and
grabbed the kid's hand. OK, maybe I grabbed it a bit hard. I didn't
mean to crush the bone, but I got him to drop the knife. I held him while I
picked it up. 'You think this tinkertoy can hurt ME!' I took the
knife and flexed my pecs. I stabbed the knife into my chest, and
well, the blade buckled then shattered." Ken grinned, looking at
Petrowski. "You ever break a steel knife on YOUR hard muscle, dude?"

"Never tried," said Petrowski.

"That's cause YOU can't. You know I'm way stronger than you are. I
was stronger than you after my first treatment, and I just keep
getting bigger and tougher. Anyway, I picked the kid up like the rag
doll he was and tossed him into his buds, knocking them all down.
That's about all."

"Except for the part about how they're in the hospital with a variety
of broken bones and concussions," said Perkins.

"So what?" said Ken. "They started it. Ya know, I wasn't going to
say anything about last night, but I'm glad you know. I guess at
first, when I started this treatment, I thought I was big enough. I'm
state bodybuilding champ! But after each treatment, man, it's like
WOW! I can DO things now. Look at this bod. Man, I'm fucking
indestructable. I'm unbeatable. I'm..."

"Superboy?" Petrowski said with a sneer.

Ken laughed. "Oh, so that's how you know. Ya, that's what the guys are
calling me. Faster than a speeding bullet. Able to leap tall
buildings in a single bound. Not a prob for me. Now. And anyway,
I'm way better looking than a comic book hero." Ken flashed his
pearly white teeth, knowing that he had the looks of a male
supermodel. "Besides, Superboy had black hair."

Petrowski reached into his pocket and pulled out a computer
disk. "Think you're tough, huh?"

"What's that?"

"Just Jonny 'The Weed' Romero's last workout. Swiped it from the gym
yesterday when no one was looking. Think you're tough enough to beat
him."

Ken's eyes widened. "Doc, give me those shots and I'll show you how
easy it will be for me to wipe up the football field with that wimp.
In a few weeks, I'll be as big or bigger than that show off, and way
stronger."

Perkins walked over. Ken relaxed his muscles. Perkins tried to put
the needle into Ken's thigh, but couldn't. Ken took the needle and
with slow deliberate force, pushed it into his muscle, emptying the
contents. A minute later, lying on the ground, he injected himself
with the second shot. The seizure came upon him like an earthquake.
The building shook and Ken writhed on the ground, his muscles pounding
the structure, cracking the floor. After what seemed like an
eternity, it stopped. Like each time before, his muscles were slightly smaller,
but more defined.

"Let's get to the gym and see how strong I am NOW," he said. His
voice seemed a bit deeper. Ken grabbed a pair of shorts and put them
on and walked toward the door. He turned, and saw Petrowski talking
to Perkins. "You com'n?"

"Be there in a sec. Wanna ask the doc something," said Petrowski.

Ken walked into the hall.

"Doc, the kid is startin to scare me. He's right. He's so strong now
that I couldn't control him if I wanted. Think we should cut the
experiment short?" asked Petrowski.

The doctor looked down. "I can't. You don't know the pressure I'm
under. The University wants to see results. They don't want just to
beat City at football, they want to destroy them."

"The kids probably strong enough to do that now."

"Maybe, but I've been told to go all the way. If the experiment is
successful with Ken, they want to recruit others."

"Ya. I figured that's what they want. One guy is never enough. They
always want more. Well, I shouldn't keep the kid waiting."

Outside the door, Ken moved down the hall, muttering to himself. "No
way man. I got the power and I want more. No one else will get a bod
like this. I'll see to that."

Petrowski came out and saw Ken walking away. "Ready big guy?"

"Born that way."

The two walked to the special gym built to test Ken's ever increasing
strength. Petrowski noticed that Ken's body seemed to be filling out
as he walked. He'd noticed this before. After the shot, Ken's
muscles seemed to compress, becoming denser. Then for the next few
days, Ken grew new muscle becoming bigger and stronger. Perkins tried
to explain that Ken had some unique genetics that interacted with the
formula, enhancing its effects. The doctor was studying this effect
and hoped to reproduce it soon.

"So, where do we start?" asked Petrowski when they got to the gym.

"You got squats on that disk?" asked Ken. "Today's a leg day."

"Sure. Got everything." Petrowski walked to a computerized hydraulic
squat rack and put in the disk. He entered a code. Ken went to a bar
and began to stretch out his legs. The massive hard muscles pulled at
his skin as they loosened up, ready for a massive pump. After a
minute, Petrowski called, "Ready when you are."

Ken walked over to the bar and positioned himself. With little
effort, he raised the bar, then slowly lowered it, his butt touching
the ground before he purposefully lifted it up. He did a second, then
third, continuing for twenty reps. He put the bar back. Ken hadn't
broken a sweat.

"Seems real light. Are you sure that thing is working?"

"Think so. Says here that The Weed can do five of at this weight."

"I think that thing is busted," said Ken. "You give it a try."

Petrowski shrugged. He walked to the bar and positioned himself under
it. He pressed up, his legs flexing with pure power. Petrowski's
face turned red as he willed the bar up, but it wouldn't move. He
screamed and applying all his strength was able to slowly stand
upright. Petrowski could feel the blood rushing in his body. He felt
hot and sweat poured down his face as he tried to remain in control
while lowering the bar. The weight was crushing, forcing his huge
body down. He got his legs parallel with the floor and had to stop.
He tried to force the weight up, but felt his strength failing. He
was being crushed by the weight. He screamed, demanding more strength
from his powerful body, but the weight was too much. "Can't do it.
Help!" he cried to Ken. Ken walked behind him and with his arms
lifted the weight up.

"Whoa man! Guess this thing is working. Damn!" The handsome youth
was grinning from ear to ear. With the bar in his arms, he began to
curl it. He did eight reps with perfect form before putting the bar
back. "And the guy does this weight for squats? Five reps! Man,
this isn't a weight for legs, it's a weight for arms." Ken flexes a
powerful bicep. "THESE ARMS." Ken raised his other arm into a double
bicep. Two mountainous arms flexed high and powerful. "These guns
are stronger than that wimp's legs! Can you imagine how much stronger
I'm gonna be after a few more treatments. Man, I'm gonna destroy
that weakling Romero!"

Ken walked over to Petrowski and pushed him aside. "Out of my way
weakling. I wanna pump some real iron and grow this body. You better
stand aside and watch what a real bodybuilder's workout is like."

Ken ordered the machine to increase the resistance by a factor of ten
and began to work his leg muscles, forcing them to grow bigger and
stronger.

---

Across town at City University, Jonny Romero was entering his
advisor's office. "Mark, you got a sec?"

Mark looked up from his computer. "Sure, just reading some e-mail."

"I think I've made some progress on the simulation." He had gotten Mark's attention.
"I think I've figured out why our formula and the other one are antagonists. Each
formula is affecting a different part of the cell. When the two
combine, it's too much for the cellular structure and the cell
atrophies and dies. I've come up with a solution, and ran some
simulations and it looks promising. I was wondering if I might get a
few vials of the growth enhancer to experiment with."

Mark's eyes betrayed his skepticism. Over the years, Jonny had seemed
to mature, but Mark knew the stud could never have enough strength.
They had tricked him once, and Mark and his friends were the only men
stronger than Jonny. Mark still controlled access to the formula, and
supervised Jonny's use of it.

"You aren't planning on using this on yourself," Mark asked. He knew
the answer. Jonny would probably do one dose right after a fling with
one of the freshman. Mark turned a blind eye to this, but it still
didn't hurt to remind the kid that he was being watched.

"No way. Just for research. Honest."

Mark hesitated, then stood up, his muscular frame rivaling the star
player's muscles. "OK. Will six be enough."

"Plenty."

Mark opened a safe and pulled out a tray of the formula. He handed
Jonny six vials. "Let me know how your experiments go."

"Will do. And thanks."

As Jonny left, Mark called to him. "You know, Jonny. I haven't told
you recently, but I'm proud of you. You've really turned into a fine
student."

Jonny looked back, smiling. "Thanks."

[QuoteTheRaven]

I love this awesome story line. I love that when he takes the shot his muscles get SMALLER because they are so incredibley hard - and that just means that they are going to get even HUGER.

And to confess, I find the hubris very darn arousing! Gonna be like superboy - yummm.

Other things that really got me going:
- pulling down his t-shirt from the top while loving himself in the mirror
- making the building shake with his power during his seizure
- intimations of becoming superboy
- curling the hydraulic thing

Go ken! Go corwin!! :-)

[theseventhwave]

Cooooorrrrrrrwiiiiiiiinnnnnnnn!!!! Huuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyy!!!!!!

It's great to find good stories still on line despite the main story room being down. Keep up the good work, please.

-- LeatherGryphon --

[Corwin]

two more chapters in this story. The next one is about jonny, the last about the football game. HOPEFULLY I can get them both up within a couple of weeks.

Scott

[muscle405]

An all time favorite.