The Muscle Buckle

[GlamRockCowboy]

THE MUSCLE BUCKLE
BY GLAMROCKCOWBOY


In the wardrobe of a cowboy, there are two essential accessories that do more to identify him as a cow-boy than any others: the hat, often referred to as "the cowboy's crown," and the belt buckle. Rodeo performers in particular strive to collect the biggest, fanciest, most elaborately carved and decorated trophy buckles, either rectangular or oval-shaped, that they can get their hands on. Glam rock and glam metal bands and their followers, many of whom include western items in both their onstage and off-stage wardrobes, also covet such buckles. Even some "pirate rock" and New Romantic rockers wear such buckles with their outfits, and, like their cowboy counterparts, the bigger the buckle, the better!


21-year-old Danny West was like that, too. A college senior, with a double major in ranch management and music business, and a minor in organ performance, Danny was a cowboy at heart. Indeed, he had spent his first year after high school taking courses in saddlemaking, bootmaking, and related subjects, an act which had estranged him from his parents. Nevertheless, Danny had proven to be exceptionally talented in these areas, and had crafted a rodeo parade outfit for himself which invariably drew raves from everyone who laid eyes on it. He had also learned to make his own clothes, and was especially skilled in fashioning vintage-styled western shirts. When called upon to do so, however, Danny could also make the most gorgeous rock-style pirate and poet shirts imaginable, as well as wide-leg and rave pants and slacks and high-fashion suit coats, both waist-length and business-length.


Not content with this, however, Danny had spent several summers as a working cowboy at several ranches owned by various friends and relatives. Invariably, Danny had proven himself to be a "top hand," as cowboys called him, and had won several "All-Around Champion Cowboy" trophy buckles at various college-level rodeos around the country. He had also led his college rodeo team to the national college-level rodeo championship for the past three years, which had made him a campus hero, even more than if he had been the football team's star quarterback. Even the football team admired and respected Danny in the highest degree, especially for his incredible skills as a trick rider, trick roper, and whip handler.


As if that had not been enough, however, Danny's musical talents had made him a legend at the college where he was now beginning his senior year. An incredibly versatile keyboard player, he was also possessed of an incredibly smooth, rich, wide-ranging baritone voice that could handle anything from the stately arias of Bach and Handel to the most powerfully raucous pop and rock songs imaginable (especially songs made popular by various glam rock and glam metal bands from the 80's). Invariably, Danny's friends and schoolmates went wild with delight whenever they heard him sing.


To top it all off, the previous spring Danny had made his official debut as a classical organist, playing a series of recitals on the big new organ in the college's performing arts center. His performances of works by composers from the early Baroque era to some of the most complex works of Max Reger, as well as a number of seldom-heard English and American composers, had earned him standing ovations at every turn, as well as a major recording contract. It was this feat that had finally reconciled Danny and his parents, who had finally come to understand and appreciate their son's multitude of talents. He had literally wept with joy to see them in the audience at his final recital, and had been inspired to per-form as he had never played before. Their reunion after the concert had been one of the happiest moments of Danny's life.


Today, however, Danny's mood was as black as the outfit he was wearing. He had just attended the funeral of both of his parents, who had been the victims of a drunk driver filled with road rage. They had just visited Danny at school, helping him to settle back in on campus as his senior year began. On the way back, however, Danny's father had had the misfortune of encountering a driver who had been weaving back and forth all over the two-lane highway they were traveling on, en route to the Interstate highway that would take them back home. Danny's mother had used her cell phone to report the other driver's actions to the Highway Patrol. Her husband had tried repeatedly to get around the other driver, who had promptly responded by cutting them off. Finally, they had managed to get around the other driver, and were attempting to pull away when the other driver, enraged that they had managed to pass him, had slammed into their car's left side at over 100 miles an hour, forcing their car off the road, and causing it to flip several times before it came crashing down and exploded in an enormous fireball. As might be expected, Danny's parents had both been killed instantly.


The other driver, as it turned out, had fared no better. As the Highway Patrol officers who had seen the crash attempted to apprehend their murderous suspect, he too had gone off the road and flipped. Since he was not wearing his seat belt, he had been ejected from his vehicle. The impact had fatally injured the driver, who died on the way to the hospital. Incredibly, the driver, refusing to own up to his own mistakes, had cursed Danny's parents with his last breaths for daring to pass him, in the vilest and most vicious profanity any of the officers or paramedics had ever heard.


The settlements from his parents' life insurance policies, together with an enormous settlement from the other driver's extremely wealthy family, had left Danny an instant, after-tax multi-multi-millionaire. All of his new-found wealth, however, did nothing to assuage the young cowboy's grief. He had been hugged, kissed, and held close by many of his fans, schoolmates, and professors, whose love and kindnesses Danny greatly appreciated. Finally, however, Danny had returned to the off-campus house he shared with several of his rodeo teammates. They all embraced him at once for a long moment. It was at this moment that Danny, unable to hold back his grief any longer, finally broke down and wept as he had never wept before.


Just then, Esther Portillo, Danny's long-time girlfriend, arrived. Her Mexican heritage was amply evidenced, not only by her exquisitely beautiful facial contours and skin color, but by the rich, thick, jet-black hair that flowed over her incredibly muscular back and shoulders, going all the way down to her knees. Descended from one of the oldest vaquero families in the Southwest, she had been visiting relatives in Baja California prior to returning to school. Despite her best efforts, however, bad weather had forced the cancellation of her return flight, and she had been forced to wait a full two days before she had finally been able to rebook her reservations.


She came to Danny's side now, throwing her gigantic arms around the man she loved, tears streaming down her lovely face. The weeping cowboy promptly reciprocated, reveling (as he always did) in her "femuscle" physique and the texture of her hair, despite his grief. "Oh, Esther," he sobbed, "oh, Babe!" At that moment, fresh sobs took full charge of him again, quite preventing further speech on his part. He laid his head on her enormous, muscular breasts as they sat down together on the couch in the den.


For her part, Esther covered her boyfriend's face and neck with kisses as she tenderly stroked his back. "Oh, Danny, I'm so sorry!" she sobbed, continuing to kiss and nuzzle Danny until at last his tears began to subside. She then deliberately gave the young top hand the deepest, most erotic French kiss to the mouth he had ever experienced. In spite of his grief, Danny promptly returned her kiss, until at last both of them were moaning with arousal and delight.


As they gently released each other, Danny's chest was heaving with unspeakable emotion and desire. "Babe," he said at last, "you give me another kiss like that, and there'll be no way I'll be able to keep from going totally out of control—and we both promised our parents we wouldn't do anything like that until we got married!" Esther nodded her agreement. While most young couples their age would not have hesitated to go to bed with each other long beforehand, Danny and Esther were both made of far sterner stuff than that. While they were unofficially engaged to be married, they had not yet set a date, due to their heavy school schedules.


She looked her boyfriend over appraisingly before he once more laid his head on her massive chest. They were both tall—in fact, they were both approaching 7 feet, and still growing—but there, the similarities ended abruptly. Aside from the obvious difference in their genders, Danny, while having a bone structure heavy enough to be worthy of a super-heavyweight Mr. Olympia, was quite underdeveloped compared to Esther, to say the least. This was due to an excessively high level of myostatin in Danny's genetic makeup, a fact that had only been discovered during Danny's annual physical examination, which the college required for all student athletes. Although the young cowboy had been disappointed to learn that he would never be able to "muscle up" in the same way that Esther had, he was still thankful that he had been able to use what little muscle he had as well as he had.


As if in compensation for his lack of muscle, Danny had been blessed with an unbelievably cute, "pretty boy" face, which his friends all insisted surpassed that of any teen idol on the planet. In particular, Danny's lips were huge, full, sensual, and pouty, to the point that Danny had been kissed by every girl in his high school freshman class on the first day of classes. Even some guys had insisted on kissing him, although he had gently informed them that he was straight. Esther had been one of the girls who had kissed him, and sparks had instantly flown between the two of them. They had been in love ever since. To Danny's great joy, Esther's parents and brothers had promptly taken him under their collective wing, and he had grown as close to them as he had been with his own parents.


When the time had come for their Senior Prom, Esther, already an extremely talented cosmetologist and costume designer (as were her parents and brothers), had insisted on dressing Danny up in the fanciest, richest, most luxurious, most glamorous Mexican mariachi outfit he had ever seen (especially since the date of the Prom just happened to be Cinco de Mayo!). Indeed, she had added touches of her own which had, in effect, transformed the boy she loved into a glam-rock charro (the Spanish term for "gentleman cowboy"). The lily, so to speak, had been gilded even further by her own matching outfit, and the makeup she had insisted that both of them wear had proved to be the final "icing on the cake." The young couple had instantly been mobbed on their arrival at the Prom, and had been unanimously elected Prom King and Queen. (Many of their classmates had actually insisted on calling them "Prom Emperor and Empress" because of their extreme glamour and beauty.) Danny and Esther had both been avid glam-rockers ever since.


To Esther's great delight, Danny had only gotten even better-looking as he continued to grow and mature, as indeed had Esther herself. The fact that she had been introduced to bodybuilding by her brothers at the onset of puberty had multiplied her good looks many times over, as far as Danny was concerned. Many of his peers openly scorned the so-called "extreme femuscle" look, but in Esther's case it had served to elevate her beauty and sex appeal to a level that Danny found irresistible. Not surprisingly, right after they had graduated from high school, Danny had privately asked Esther to marry him. She had instantly accepted, but had asked that they wait on the actual wedding until after they had both at least obtained their Bachelor's degrees, especially since they would both be going on to the same schools. To her immense relief and joy, Danny had instantly agreed. They had also agreed to keep their engagement a secret until at least their last semester of college.


Because Esther was planning a career as a fashion and costume designer, she had gone with Danny to the bootmaking and saddlemaking school, and then to the college where they were now both enrolled. Not surprisingly, through the years, she had insisted on dressing them both up in the most glamorous rock, Western, and Mexican mariachi outfits she could devise. As a result, Danny had long had the reputation of being the ultimate campus "pretty boy," a fact of which Danny's parents had initially dis-approved. By the end of Danny's junior year, however, they had realized that their much-loved only child had a right to make his own choices and live his own life, and so they had reconciled both with him and with Esther. Thus, their recent tragic deaths had been as much of a body blow to Esther as it had to Danny, at least emotionally.


As the young couple leaned back in the big overstuffed leather sofa and snuggled and cuddled each other, they began to rethink their decision to wait on getting married. The deaths of Danny's parents had, after all, put a major monkey wrench into the plans they had so carefully made and devised more than 4 years earlier. While of course Esther's family would need to be consulted in the matter, Danny could think of no reason that they would be opposed to him and Esther getting married, despite the fact that the two young lovers had not previously mentioned it. Realistically, in fact, Danny felt that they might already have sensed the depth of the attraction between the two of them. If anything, Esther's family might very well encourage them to wed, and the sooner, the better!


Danny broached the subject to Esther, who promptly nodded her agreement. “Actually,” she told him, “they've all been dropping subtle hints urging us to get married for quite some time. In fact, my mater-nal grandfather said quite flatly that he wanted to see us wed before the school year is out!” As Dan-ny's thick, silky eyebrows shot up in surprise, she went on,”In any event, Babe, he gave me something to give to you as soon as I got back—especially in view of—well, of recent events!”


With those words, Esther opened a small bag she had brought in along with her purse. Danny gasped in shock as she unwrapped the single item it contained. For a long moment, Danny simply gaped in utter astonishment as he beheld the biggest, fanciest, richest, most extravagant western trophy buckle he had ever laid eyes on. So big was the massive buckle that Danny was sure that it would almost completely obscure his abdomen. In addition, it was incredibly bedecked with gold, silver, platinum, and both precious and semiprecious stones in virtually every color of the rainbow. By far the most distinctive feature of the huge buckle, however, was an astonishingly detailed depiction of an extreme super-heavyweight bodybuilder, complete with long hair and a “Tom Mix”-style vintage cowboy hat with an incredibly high crown and wide brim! So big were the young cowboy's muscles that his pecs came up almost to his chin, with the rest of his physique proportionately huge.


It was several moments before Danny could take his eyes off the buckle and raise them to meet those of the young woman he loved so dearly. “Did—did your grandfather make this?” he finally stammered. “Well, partially,” Esther explained. “My great-grandfather started on it before he passed away late last year, and then my grandfather finished it. Grandfather even had it blessed by a priest, hoping that it might somehow help your muscles to grow--” She paused for a moment and blushed, then concluded, “Well, as big as mine.” Danny instantly pulled her to him and kissed her deeply, an act she promptly responded to in kind. As they released each other, she went on, “They even made a matching one for me.” She unbuttoned her jacket, displaying a buckle which was just as huge and elaborate as Danny's, except that it depicted what could only be described as a femuscle cowgirl.


Danny's single word of response was a soft, hoarse “WHOAH!” Esther blushed even more profusely as she went on, “Grandpa says it'll fit up to a 3-inch-wide belt, so you can wear it with any kind of rock or western outfit we can dream up!” Danny shook his head in amazement. He had long known that many items worn by American cowboys were actually adapted from similar items developed by Mexican vaqueros. He also knew that, even today, if one knew where to look, there were still Mexican artisans and craftsmen who could produce boots, saddles, spurs, buckles, chaps, and other Western gear that were every bit the equal of those produced by such men as Edward H. Bohlin, Ted Flowers, Bruce Lovins, the Keyston Brothers, bootmaker Paul Bond, and many others. He had had no idea, however, that his future in-laws possessed such incredible talents.


Danny got up and went to his bedroom, asking Esther to wait for him in the den. He then changed into the richest, most flamboyant cowboy outfit that he owned. Remembering the old tradition that real cowboys always dress from the top down, he first put on an enormous, wide-brimmed, high-crowned cowboy hat, which was embellished with a wide hatband that was studded with big, brawny-looking conchos. The conchos in turn were embellished with huge chunks of turquoise and red coral. As Danny slid the big hat down over his rich brown shoulder-length tresses (which had been wound into big, thick curls), he felt a strange, warm surge of power beginning to well up inside of him.


The feeling increased as the young cowboy selected a huge neckerchief of heavy silk satin, in a royal purple hue, folded it in half, and wrapped it loosely around his throat. Instead of tying it into a knot, however, Danny looked on his dresser, selected a large silver-and-turquoise scarf slide, slid the tails into the loops, then smoothly moved the slide up until it was only an inch or so beneath his chin. As he did so, the feeling became even stronger.


Next, Danny deliberately selected a vintage-styled Western shirt in heavy white satin, heavily embroidered in flowers in every color in the rainbow, with long, six-snap “caballero” cuffs. He chose this particular shirt not only because of its extravagance and luxury, but also because it was by far the most oversized shirt in his entire wardrobe, and would therefore allow plenty of room for the immense muscular growth that Esther had predicted.


Sure enough, as Danny slid his arms into the rich white sleeves, and then pulled the shirt over his shoulders, he felt a curious sensation in his neck and shoulder muscles. The feeling only increased and spread out over his chest and back as he fastened the numerous snaps down the shirt's front and down the cuffs. He suddenly realized that his muscles really were growing—bigger, stronger, handsomer with every passing second.


Now, the young cowboy picked up the enormous buckle and attached it to a three-inch-wide black pa-tent leather belt, which in turn was threaded through a series of big, heavy silver conchos trimmed in gold, red coral, and turquoise. As he then threaded the belt through the oversized belt loop of a pair of black patent leather jeans, he saw that his arms and chest were visibly expanding and ballooning outwards, becoming more powerful by the moment. He then slid the jeans over his still-slender legs and buttocks, then zipped up the fly and fastened the buckle in just the right position to be completely centered over his abdomen. As he did so, Danny could feel an immense wave of raw power, strength, and energy radiating out in all directions from the buckle, causing his entire physique to all but explode with growth such as he had never dared even to dream he could experience.


By now Danny's already-handsome face was lit up in an almost inhuman grin of joy and exultation, and his entire body was literally shaking as his entire musculature grew bigger and bigger and bigger. As he slid his lower legs and feet into a brand-new pair of cowboy boots with needle-point toes, super-high, undershot riding heels, and multi-color inlaid tops, his calves grew so large that they actually should have referred to as bulls. His thighs now swelled to the size of giant pumpkins, while his glutes grew into the biggest, tightest, sexiest “bubble butt” he had ever dared to imagine.


Danny's chest was heaving now, as each side expanded to the size of a 55-gallon drum, his pecs swelling bigger than giant watermelons, until at last they came up to with 2 inches of his chin, leaving an incredibly deep, sexy cleavage. Although at this point he could not see them, Danny could feel his abs becoming bigger, tighter, and denser, until at last he knew that he had actually developed, not a 6-pack, or even an 8-pack, but a seemingly impossible 16-pack, to say nothing of the unbelievable intercostals he now possessed!


Finally, but by no means least, the young now-super-giant experienced an obscene swelling between his legs, as his gonads grew so large that his testicles were the size of giant cantaloupes, if not more so. As for Danny's male member, it was now as big around as a small log. He dared not think of how long it was, or how big it would become at full expansion—at least, not yet! A rich, deep, rapid, throaty laugh escaped Danny's lips as he anticipated joining his now greatly-enlarged body to that of the woman he loved.


Danny was still trembling with exultation as the incredible growth he had experienced finally tapered off. Standing in front of a three-way mirror in his bedroom, the now super-cowboy shook his massive young head in wonder. As he did so, Danny suddenly realized that his hair had also grown, not only longer—down to his waist, in fact—but bigger as well. In fact, as he momentarily removed his hat, he saw that his tresses were at least three time as big as they had ever been before, and were and so rich and thick, so shiny and silky and sexy, that they would easily put glam rockers such as Bill Kaulitz of Tokio Hotel and T.J. Racer of the 90's group Nitro utterly to shame!


Laughing wildly with ecstasy, the young behemoth, even though he was fully clothed, proceeded to flex and pump himself up and up and up and up, making himself even bigger—even stronger—even more drop-dead gorgeous with every second. Even Danny's facial muscles grew and grew and grew, causing him to become even handsomer, even sexier, until finally his sex appeal was all but unbearable! His skin tone darkened into a gorgeous golden California tan which augmented the appearance of his physique all the more. Despite the growth he had just experienced, Danny's outfit, instead of tearing or at least showing signs of strain, had grown right along with his muscles, flattering his physique beyond all expectations.


When at last the young mega-cowboy was able to calm down, he drew himself up to his full height of 7 feet 7 inches—8 feet, counting the height of his boot heels—took a deep breath, then went back out to the den to rejoin his lady. He was stunned to find that she too had grown substantially larger, and in fact was now every bit as tall and as muscular as he was! For her part, Esther gasped as she beheld her fiancee's transformed appearance, and then, with a wordless scream, threw herself into the massive arms of the man she loved.


After exchanging what could only be described as a super-kiss, the young couple knew what they needed to do. Without a word, they headed for Las Vegas, which was only a few miles distant. There, in one of the city's most exclusive wedding chapels, Danny and Esther were officially married. They spent their wedding night in the most luxurious honeymoon suite Las Vegas had to offer, experiencing not one, not even two or three, but an incredible seven orgasms in a row! The next day, they headed back to the campus, where Danny's rodeo teammates joined forces with Esther's family to hold a celebration of their nuptials that was above and beyond any such function in the school's history.


It was the first day of classes, in fact, before the young newlyweds were finally able to settle down and get back to anywhere near a “normal” routine. Even then, the young couple knew that their lives had been changed forever by the enormous buckles that would continue to cinch their waists from that time on. Not long after graduation, Danny and Esther opened up their own shop, where they made and sold all manner of vintage-styled Western and glam-rock clothing, jewelry, and accessories. Needless to say, the most expensive items they offered—and, ironically, the best-selling items in the shop—were exact duplicates of the two mega-buckles that had changed both their lives for the better.

[slayerfx116]

This is maybe one of the most frivolous and muddled stories I've ever read. The grammar and descriptions were spot on...but the inclusion of the overlong backstory coupled with the strangely specific theme makes this story quite an oddity. Nevertheless, you've done a good job and I will definitely read more if another chapter surfaces.

[Ogun]

This will appeal to both gay and straight readers.

[GlamRockCowboy]

It's been a while since I've been able to write on a regular basis. Call it writer's block, call it what you will, but it's kept me from uploading stories here for the past several months. I have several other stories on the back burner which I hope to complete in the not too distant future.

As many members here may have noticed, my writing style is a little different from what is so often found here. I prefer to write stories that I hope will appeal, as Ogun has said, to both gay and straight readers. I also prefer to write stories that are glamour and fashion based, and keep cruelty and violence to a minimum. There are, after all, plenty of other writers on this forum that can do otherwise, and while I realize that spousal abuse, incest, gay sex, etc., do go on in the world of bodybuilding, I frankly prefer not to go that route. Rather, I prefer to write stories that use fashion and glamour to add the extra bit of icing on the cake, so to speak, to a bodybuilder's appearance. I spent my young adult years during the "Urban Cowboy" and "New Romantic/Glam Rock/Glam Metal" eras, and my stories tend to reflect that fact. (As the old saying goes, "If ya got it, FLAUNT IT!," and I prefer to do so through the medium of high fashion!)

In other words, in my stories, I prefer to provide an alternative to what some might call "the lowest common denominator" in muscle-oriented writing. Don't we all need a break from that sort of story sometimes? That's why I adopted Thoreau's classic observation about "the different drummer" as my basic writing philosophy a long time ago.

Having said all of that, I do appreciate the fact that my stories are being read on this forum, and, like any other writer, I appreciate it when a member of this forum takes a few moments out of their day to leave an observation, a suggestion, even a note of disagreement--and especially when someone clicks the "Thank You!" button or leaves a note to tell me that they appreciate my efforts, humble as they may be. So, to all those on this forum who take the time to read my stories--THANK YOU!