In Corpore Sano - Part Fourteen

[tekuno]

I sneezed while in bed, and now my rib is hurting badly again. Dammit!

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In Corpore Sano
Part 14

This story has been completed. Content warnings and general description are included with the prologue, general commentary is in the comments following the epilogue.

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Epilogue

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As I drove home, the shock of hearing that mooing sound again wore off. Somehow I just couldn't stay worried. I was too busy lusting over Paul... and myself. I had had plenty of time to look at myself in the mirror while Paul had been ploughing my ass that last time, and even if I wasn't a match for Paul, I was undeniably in second place, possibly worldwide. Paul had broader shoulders, bigger pecs, thicker thighs, a bigger cock, yes, but I still had broad shoulders, big pecs, thick thighs, and a big cock. A silver Olympic medal is still an Olympic medal, after all.

My mind somehow had no room for anything but sexuality that morning. I spent more than six solid hours in front of the mirrors, flexing my muscles and jacking off -- and, thanks to the way sex with Paul seemed to push my growth to ever-faster speeds, at the end I was visibly bigger. My cock wasn't quite Paul's two-foot-plus monster, but it was still almost impossibly huge.

I had a lunch which was, as far as I could deduce afterwards, huge, but the erotic fog inside my head made it hard to think about anything except my muscles -- the size and weight of them, how they felt rubbing against each other as I moved, how the bulges which stood further and further from my body felt in my hands -- and more sex with Paul. Half the time I was masturbating, I was imagining Paul fucking me again. His cock would be even bigger now -- well past two feet, I imagined. Three, or four. Maybe it would kill me -- but what a way to die! I fantasized about having Paul's huge, thick cock push its way all the way through my body and come out my mouth, while Paul, the size of a moving van, used his impossible strength to push me up and down along its obscene length, the veins stretching my lips as they passed.

It took until nearly 5 in the afternoon for me to finally snap out of the haze enough to realize that I was due at work in half an hour. But I couldn't seem to make myself care. What mattered wasn't pouring drinks for a bunch of little bugs -- what mattered was my cock, now two feet long and so thick I had to use both hands to jack off. It was becoming more sensitive as it grew, too. The pleasure from rubbing it, with my tighter, stronger grip, just once was greater than I could remember feeling from entire jack-off sessions in the past. Maybe more than that. The bar just couldn't compete.

I called in sick. During the entire brief discussion with my boss, I was jacking off, watching my muscles swell even larger. So much power! How could anyone possibly believe that a man with a body like mine could be sick? My boss was a fool -- but then I remembered he hadn't seen me for a few days. As I hung up the phone I coated the mirror yet again with semen, and smiled at my own handsome face.

I managed to keep going all the way until it was a few hours past time for bed. I was well on my way to becoming an equal to Paul as he had been the night before by that time; I looked godlike, and my furniture seemed flimsy and insufficient. I saw three watchers in the street, but it only made me grin; I could probably break them in pieces with my cock by now. I brought myself to one last climax before I fell asleep.

In the morning, I still felt sexually charged, and a glance in the mirror -- after I spent a good five minutes cleaning dried semen off it -- showed that I had grown even more in the night; I looked as big as Paul had been when I left him. But even though I was tempted to start jacking off again, I managed to hold back, and after about fifteen minutes I had cooled down enough that my erection went soft.

I sat in a kitchen chair which was now seriously uncomfortable -- why had I gotten chairs with arms? My thighs barely fit! -- and sipped a cup of coffee as I tried to think about what was happening to me. And to Paul, too. It felt incredible being so huge and so sexual, but... just trying to think about anything other than sex was difficult.

After quite some time, I remembered my uncertainty about Paul's appearance. Was there any way to check whether he had changed? My thoughts were all over the place at the thought of him, but after a while it dawned on me that I did have some pictures of Paul as he was in the past: my old high school yearbooks.

Searching for them took some time, but it served to clear my head again. I finally found them in an old box and started leafing through the one for senior year.

I found myself first. Would anyone believe that that pudgy little creep was the god I was seeing in the mirror? I looked in the mirror, and it took a lot of discipline not to go back to pleasuring myself again. A few pages further back, I found Paul, and it was a shock.

I couldn't tell what his eye color had been; between the size of the picture and the way Paul's eyes had narrowed as he smirked into the camera, hardly any of his irises had been showing. But other than that my doubts were confirmed -- Paul had been unprepossessing in a way which even the most acne-pocked antisocial invert could never match. Scrawny and greasy and ugly, and his expression brought back memories -- it was impossible to keep this horrible photo in mind at the same time as the current Paul, who had become a sort of cross between a superhero, a porn star, and a model. The only thing the two had in common was that annoying smirk; their facial structures were completely different. Even the color of Paul's hair had changed slightly.

As I reminisced, I found myself suddenly repulsed by Paul. Sure, he was hot, but the things he had done, years ago, were hardly wiped out by that. I even started to get angry as I put the books back.

The anger burgeoned as I took a shower and dressed, which was the only thing which kept the morning from degenerating into another prolonged masturbation session. I stalked out the door and drove off to the nearest upscale big-and-tall store to buy yet more clothing, seething with anger the whole way.

I was careful to look only at clothing which was loose. Not that there was much of it; I was now over seven feet, and with thicker limbs than 99.9% of the population. The only good thing about my size, vis-a-vis clothing, is that most of the pants large enough to contain my legs were intended for the seriously obese, so that my increasingly oversized package had space. Once again, there was serious potential for the erotic -- the store clerks could hardly tear their eyes off me -- but I managed to remain angry instead.

I got home, put on one of my new outfits, and went to work, running over a list of ways Paul had hurt me and wondering if I could send him a bill for all the expensive new clothing.

Work was an interesting experience. At first, my scowl kept people away, but there was no hiding the fact that I was the focus of attention for everyone around. And the mirrors in the decor made it easy to see why: I had grown larger again. Long before the dinner rush began, I was the center of a circle of admirers.

I had expected some sort of recrimination from the owner, for this or perhaps for my unscheduled day off. (Then again, after all the hours I had covered for other people earlier, he owed me a certain amount of leeway.) I braced myself when he finally pulled me back into the staff area -- but:

"Listen, take off that waistcoat thing."

"Huh?"

"Take it off! Right. I don't suppose you could roll up those sleeves? Hmmmm. How about unbuttoning the top of your shirt?"

"What? Why the hell are you doing this?"

"Listen, Scott, have you been watching your sales tonight?"

I shrugged.

"Go look at them. And try to push the specials!"

He gave me a push, and I walked back to the bar. I had been too preoccupied to pay attention on anything but the most superficial level, but when I looked over the sales slips I found that we had already exceeded the revenues of all but the busiest nights, and the dinner crowd was only starting to show up. More to the point, I looked at my tips and discovered that I had already pulled in the better part of a thousand dollars. Considering that I had missed the lunch crowd entirely, that number was staggering.

And embarrassing. I had worked hard to build my physique, but the work had nothing to do with what made people gawk and try to give me fifties. On the other hand, since I wasn't really sure what was causing the growth I couldn't exactly explain.

Periodically, the owner popped into the room to give me whispered instructions or make adjustments to my outfit. By the end of the night, my shirt was unbuttoned all the way and tucked into my belt to pull tight down the front, while the sleeves were rolled up past the elbows, which was as far as they could reasonably go without ripping. People were unabashedly staring at me from everywhere, and when I wasn't busy you could actually tell how fast I was breathing by watching people's faces.

At cash-out time, my tips came to well over six thousand dollars. For one night. Which wasn't even particularly busy. That paid off the new clothes and then some. And the restaurant revenue was also incredibly high -- we hadn't had a lot of customers, but they had been chewing away as they watched my muscles, and had ordered a lot of food and drink to have an excuse to stay. The owner was humming as he locked up.

I drove home thoughtfully. Of course, I was going to have to buy a new car soon; this one was starting to get actively uncomfortable. But at this rate it wouldn't be such a sacrifice.

Once home, I jacked off repeatedly. Maybe I wasn't quite as revved up as I had been the day before, but knowing that every single customer in the restaurant wanted my body and were licking their lips every time they saw my crotch was still a turn-on.

I was on the way to bed, still feeling powerful and sexy, when I looked out the window and saw a figure watching the house -- but this time, it was in the back yard, not on the street. I was outraged. It was time for this to stop.

Rather than running to the door, I pushed open the window and jumped. The watcher started to back away towards the bushes at the back of the property, but I picked myself up quickly and with a series a thudding strides I was within reach and grabbed an arm.

There was nothing there. The trenchcoat sleeve was empty. I gave it a yank, and the figure was pulled back out of the bushes, losing its hat in the process.

There was no head. There was a fist -- a giant fist, the size of a watermelon. As the sleeve fell from my hands, it opened. At the center of the palm was a round mouth, lined with fangs like kitchen knives, with lines of smaller teeth visible deeper within. A long, cylindrical tongue came out and flopped down as it hissed at me and backed away. The shock was so great that I couldn't even scream.

The thing backed into the bushes. Noises from the chain-link fence suggested that, whatever it was, it had left. I sat trembling on the lawn for half an hour, and finally went to bed, where I lay awake until dawn.

Part 15

[wrestlejock646]

Fawkin' awesome!

[V.R.Goh]

Judging by the "What the actual fuck was that!?" ending, this looks like an... interesting twist is ahead.

[nnnrg]

Chupamusculos! NOOOO!

[cutlerfan]

I just started reading the story series today. I read all 14 parts! Intriguing..scary..orgasmic..all those feelings and more! I am glad I read them all at once because I think the anguish of waiting for individual parts would have killed me! I have an idea of where the story might be going and the outcome looks very grim but exactly for who..I have no idea! Now I am fully hooked and I await with anticipation all future parts! Please Please Please continue this story as soon as possible! As always I hope for a happy ending but in any case thank you for offering us your amazing writing!

[convolution]

Yay !
Growing muscle, sex, and hideous creatures from the darkest corner of the closet... in the guest bedroom. What fun

[Eliswansigurado]

Ahhh! I can feel myself screaming at the movie screen- "don't go in there!"

[Anifanatic10]

Well that was a boner killer in the best possible way...

[tekuno]

You know you're doing something right when 7 people are moved to leave positive comments in ~24 hours. Thanks, everyone.

Judging by the "What the actual fuck was that!?" ending, this looks like an... interesting twist is ahead.

Surely you didn't think all the creepiness was going to stay in dreams, did you? After the stuff in the prologue?

I'm working on the next part, but since there's no convenient break in the action to make it about the same length as this one, it's taking a little longer. On the bright side, though, that also means there will be a bit more text in it.