The Rivalry - Part 2

[Jaypat]

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Marty stared up at they hugely muscled teenage behemoth that used to be his best friend Stan, and gasped, “How did you do it?”

“Do what?” said Stan.

“How did you get so big so fast? What did your uncle show you?”

“Why do you care?” asked Stan. “You’ve proved your point. Being a feeble weakling is your choice. I wouldn’t want you to put up with those brain numbing muscles any longer than you have to. You’re free to devolve back into spaghetti boy.”

Marty looked down at his hard, corded forearms and realized for the first time that he, too, would rather die than go back. Fuck! What had happened to him? He wasn’t sure but he was sure that he liked it.

“No,” said Stan, “I can see it in your face. You like muscles now. In fact you want more of them!” Stan laughed. “That’s fucking fantastic! The universe has such a fucking sense of humor!”

“Just shut up and tell me how you got that big,” said Marty.

“I shouldn’t,” he said.

“What? Why not?” asked Marty.

“Because I promised,” said Stan. “My uncle will kill me if he finds out I told you.”

“Dude, no one’s gonna kill you. No one with any intelligence is even gonna try.”

“Oh yeah,” Stan said smiling and flexing his arms. “Well my uncle has this friend, Jim. He works for a big drug company. He’d been working on this stuff for years, almost his whole life.”

“What stuff?” asked Marty.

“A compound to build huge fucking muscles in no time flat. But the problem was it would only work on teenagers. That would mean the compound would be really controversial – you know, bad PR. So the company shit canned the whole project. But Jim had some samples and he said if I wanted I could have ‘em. At first I didn’t want to but my uncle said the compound had been proven safe in the lab so I said, “what the fuck?” and I took it. Best thing I ever did!”

“I did what he told me and it was like my body started erupting mass. Fuck, every day I was getting bigger and stronger and bigger and stronger! It was unreal how fast my body grew hard and powerful. Muscles just seemed to explode out of me.

As I grew it was like I was waking up, being reborn into a new and completely different body, a hard body, a body of muscle and power. Everything was different, better. I felt like I’d never really been alive before. Everything around me seemed small, weak, and feeble. Nothing scared me. It was awesome! Just the feel of the raw muscle bulging and heaving on my body is amazing. And it happened so fast. And the bigger I got, the more I liked it, and the more I liked it, the bigger I had to get.

“My Uncle got worried. His friend Jim was actually scared. They tried to stop me, tried to take the compound away from me. But they waited too long and I had already gotten too fucking big. You should have seen my uncle’s face when I pulled off my shirt and he realized how fucking massive I’d gotten. My biceps were concrete boulders. My back was a wide, rolling, wall of muscle. My colossal shredded pecs dwarfed his. He knew he couldn’t get the compound away from me! There was no stopping me, because I wasn’t done. I’m not done yet, not even close. I’m still gonna get bigger and stronger. Stan started flexing his giant veiny biceps, his massive pecs, and spreading his mile wide back.

“Is that why you’re so tall, too?” asked Marty.

“Yup,” said Stan. “Stuff’s fucking awesome!”

“You think I could get some?” asked Marty.

“Nah, sorry buddy. There’s only enough for me and I need it to reach new dimensions of hugeness. Fuck, I’m gonna get so fucking massive! I can’t wait!”

Then Stan started flexing is enormous biceps and clenching his abs and running his hands all over them. It wasn’t hard for Marty to see from the plentiful bulge in Stan’s workout shorts that his friend was getting off on himself.

“I’d help you if I could, Marty,” said Stan once the self adulation stopped, “but I’ve got all the compound that’s left and they’re not making any more, so… sorry.”

Marty couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Stan was going to keep it all for himself! Some friend!

“But you look like you’re doing pretty good there on your own, buddy,” said Stan. “Just keep going the way you’re going and in 10 or 15 years, if you juice appropriately, you might get to be half the size I’m going to be… but I doubt it.” Then Stan started flexing again, leering at his giant veiny bicep, and chuckling. “Yup, it sucks to be puny, little you,” he said. “But, you know, maybe you could learn to like being a worm again.”

That did it. Marty turned and stormed from the house without saying another word. He wasn’t going to put up with this! He still had a couple of weeks before school started. That compound couldn’t be the only thing in the world that could grow giant muscles. He’d find something else!

He raced home and hopped on the internet. There had to be something that could help him in his new cause, the cause to become as huge as humanly possible—no, huger!

He found supplements, workout programs, and trainers; all of whom promised amazing results, just not amazing enough for him. He needed to be bigger than Stan, bigger than Stan could ever hope to be, a massive muscle giant with biceps so impossibly gargantuan, ripped and veiny he could crush cars with a mere flex! But anything that even approached what he was looking for turned out to be fantasy or an obvious fraud.

Nearly defeated, he though of one last possibility and made his way to the gym. His trainer Josh was just getting ready to go as he came in?

“What are you doing here, Marty? I thought you were done with the gym,” said Josh with a knowing gleam in his eye.

“Not exactly,” said Marty. “What do you know about extreme muscle growth?”

“Come on, Marty,” said Josh. “We’ve been over all that. It’s all diet and dedication—“

“No, not that,” interrupted Marty. “I need to move beyond that. I need something more effective.”

Suddenly his trainer’s voice got very low. “You mean steroids?”

“No, no,” said Marty impatiently. I need to get much bigger than steroids will make me, and way faster too!”

“Well,” laughed Josh, “there’s no…” he suddenly trailed off.

“What?” cried Marty. “What are you thinking?”

“It’s nothing,” said his trainer, “nothing at all.”

“No, it’s not!” cried Marty. “I’ve seen nothing. I know nothing. And that is not it! That is something. That is something you don’t want to talk about.”

“Ok,” said his trainer. “At my university, there’s this guy. He’s kind of a professor…”

“A professor?” said Marty. “This sounds promising.”

‘Yeah, well, he’s kind of crazy,” said the trainer, “a real freak for muscles. He’s always coming down to the school gym, trying to get one of the guys to back with him to his lab… for experiments.”

“That also sounds promising,” said Marty, nodding.

“Nobody ever goes,” said his trainer, “because we all figure we know what kind of experiments he’s really interested in.” Josh grabbed his own crotch. “You know what I mean?”

“You mean he’s just a perv,” said Marty, disappointedly.

“Probably,” said Josh. “He’s always promising us impossible gains, but you’re right. He’s probably just a perv, and you probably shouldn’t go anywhere near him.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” said Marty. “I probably shouldn’t.”

Marty turned to go but then turned back. “Where’s your gym?”

That evening Marty met Josh at the university gym, and Josh signed him in.

“I don’t know why I’m doing this,” said Josh. “This guy might be a lunatic.”

“But what if he’s the real deal?”

‘Doubtful, buddy,” said Josh, “but I guess we can hope. Anyway he might not even show up tonight.”

“Oh well,” thought Marty. “At least I can get in a workout.”

But the guy did show up. Marty noticed a short, weedy guy with glasses come in and start looking around the gym. Oh yeah, this guy was into muscle, no question. But was he for real?

“Ah, excuse me, gentlemen,” said the guy. “For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Professor Peters. I running some rather cutting edge experiments on muscle development and anyone who would care to volunteer can expect rapid and extreme muscle development… perhaps even some height augmentation. Any volunteers?”

Marty saw one guy gesture to his friend with a limp wrist. The other guy laughed. Marty, on the other hand, practically leapt off the weight bench.

“Me! Me! I volunteer,” he shouted.

Professor Peters looked him over carefully. “I don’t believe I’ve seen you in here before. Are you over 18?”

“Oh yeah,” said Marty. “I’m way over 18. I’m so over 18 I’m… almost 19!”

Professor Peters squinted at him. “You look younger.”

“Yeah,” said Marty, shrugging. “I get that a lot.”

“Ok,” said Professor Peters “In that case, a muscular young man, like you, is just what I’m looking for. Come with me.”

“Wow,” thought Marty. “That was easier than buying beer. This guy must really be desperate… or he’s lying his ass off.”

Professor Peters led Marty up a dark stairway in an empty building to his lab on the top floor.

“Here we are,” said the Professor.

Marty looked around. There was a lot of equipment around but it clearly wasn’t state-of-the-art.

“What’s going on here?” asked Marty. “This stuff looks ancient.”

“Well, the university doesn’t exactly sanction my work, so I have to make do with the equipment I can find.”

Marty was starting to smell a fraud.

Professor Peters picked up a small bottle of capsules and handed it to Marty. He looked very excited. “Go on, take one.”

Marty took out a capsule and eyed it suspiciously. He’d heard about date rape drugs and wondered if that was what he was looking at now.

“What’s the matter?” asked the Professor.

“What will it do?” asked Marty.

“Change you forever,” said the Professor.

“Oh well,” thought Marty. He’d come this far. And this was his only possible chance to get as big as Stan. He may as well go through with it. He swallowed the capsule.


Instantly he felt a rush and a kind of high. Every cell in his body seemed to come alive and start throbbing.

“Oh yeah,” he said, “this stuff works good.” And then his body started kind of shifting like it had a mind of its own and he cold see and feel it moving under his shirt. Marty felt his shoulders kind of broaden and his pecs kind of jut out. His shape just seemed to change.

And suddenly Marty’s body was… different. All of Marty’s boyish fat seemed to have melted away. The boy standing in the mirror had a lean face with pronounced cheekbones. And his arms, they were the biggest shock. The were bigger and all he could see now was muscle, lean, thick cords of it running from above his wrists all the way up and disappearing into his t shirt. He looked bulky and strong.

“Whoa, Prof,” said Marty, leaning back and stretching his arms… Damn, his voice sounded… scratchy; like it had dropped some… Marty slowly brought up his bigger, ripped arms into a flexing position and felt a rock-hard tennis-ball-sized bicep burst up out of each of them.

Damn, they looked and felt hard as steel.

“Oh yeah,” he said checking himself out in my mirror. “I like this.”

But it wasn’t just his arms. His whole body was different. He slid his hands up under his t-shirt and began feeling up his torso. “Man, I’m so fucking hard,” he said, probing his chest with his fingers. “I didn’t know bodies could get this fucking hard?”

Damn, Marty’s body felt like stone, like warm stone.

“Great,” the professor said. “It worked splendidly. Now let’s run some tests.”

“Oh no, not yet,” said Marty. “We’re not done yet, not even close. I think it’s time for another capsule.”

“You’re only supposed to take one dose every week,” the professor said.

“Why?” asked Marty. “Will another one hurt me?”

“I don’t know,” said the Professor. “You’re the first one ever to take one of these. We should take it slow just to be safe.”

“Fuck safe,” said Marty and he swallowed another capsule.

“Oh man!” he said. “This stuff’s intense!”

Holy crap he was getting bigger. There could be no doubt; he was growing. His pecs were starting to push out under his t-shirt. His shoulders got broader and his delts had become globes. And all those cords and sinews that were rippling up and down his arms were noticeably thicker. And holy crap he was taller too; it looked like an inch. Damn.

“Excellent,” he said. Whoa, his voice had dropped. It was definitely deeper. Then he flexed. Holy crap. His biceps had practically doubled in size. They looked about the size of a softball now and just as fucking hard.

“Ha,” said Marty, “you should see your face, Prof.” Then he checked out both his bis. “And I’m just getting fucking started.” Then he pulled up his shirt, revealing his muscular, shredded torso, his ripped six pack, and the large mounds that were his pecs. He flexed his softball bicep again and squeezed it. “So much bigger already…” he said. Then he ran his hands up and do his torso, and felt himself get noticeably stiff. He knew why. Fuck, did he know why!

“My muscles… my body… everything is just so fucking hard already. I feel so fucking awesome. And I just keep thinking about how every capsule is going to make me bigger and bigger and bigger. I’m going to be a fucking beast, a fucking monster! I bet I get so gigantic, so swole with massive, rock-hard, vainy muscle that no one will even recognize me. …And I just can’t fucking wait!” Then he downed the rest of the bottle.

“Marty NO!” shouted the Professor but it was too late. Marty had swallowed them all!

“I feel it Prof! I feel it!” shouted Marty. He raised up his arms and flexed. “Arrrrrrrgh!” he yelled as those soft balls bulged up and then started to get bigger and bigger and bigger. There was a POP TEAR as enormous veiny biceps ripped out of his sleeves.

“Fuck yeah!” shouted Marty as he felt his frame start to widen and grow taller. His back grew wider and thicker, stretching the hell out of his shirt, popping threads and finally tearing, as his great, thickening back muscles ripped his shirt to shreds revealing pulsing, shredded slabs of powerful sinew. “OH YEAH!” he yelled as big globular shoulder muscles tore out of the arms. “Yes!” he cried, flexing as his expanding muscles savagely ripped through his shirt reducing it to rags. With one muscular arm. Marty ripped it off and tossed it into a pathetic heap on the ground.

“Look at me, Prof! Look at me!” shouted Marty flexing his big muscles. He seemed to have stopped growing.

Marty looked in the mirror. Damn, his body was now insane. Pecs like softballs, a six pack that looked like it was carved out of him, a thick, broad back that made him look almost twice as wide, huge bulbous shoulders right above those giant biceps, which had to be at least 19 inches. And he’d gotten taller, too. He was at least 5’ 10” or 5’ 11”.

But he still wasn’t as big as Stan, and he had to be. No, he had to be bigger! He would need more capsules. The professor must have more capsules.

“And now, Professor Peters,” he said striding ominously toward him. “It’s time to talk about the other bottles.”

“W…what other bottles?” he asked unable to take his eyes from Marty’s huge muscle-ridden torso.

“Don’t play games with me!” he growled as he reached out and grabbed the professor by the collar with his big meaty hand and shoved him up against the wall. Professor Peters was helpless. He tried hitting Marty but he couldn’t do a thing to him. In fact his useless attempts were making Marty laugh.

“Your formula worked too well, professor!” Marty shouted gleefully “Feel this! Feel my fucking arm!” he shouted. Professor Peters reached out and felt it. Fuck, as the professor felt his arm Marty could feel it under the professor’s feeble fingers; it was huge, bulging all over with muscle and hard as iron. And his strength…. Fuck, it was ridiculous! The professor was pounding on that big steel arm of his and it was like the man was doing nothing!

“I could fucking break you in two now, Prof, so don’t fuck with me!”

He shook his head rapidly. And Marty noticed from the bulge in the man’s pants that he wasn’t entirely unhappy with the situation.

“You have more. I know you do. It belongs to me! Where is it? You better tell me. I don’t want you to get… damaged.”

“In the cabinet,” he pointed gulping.

In a flash Marty dropped the professor and retrieved three more bottles from the cabinet.

“Yes!” he said as he uncapped all three of them. “Let’s have some fun!” Then he downed all three bottles, one after the other, just chugged them without taking a breath.

“Yeah! yeaaaaAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!” And suddenly Marty exploded upward as bulging, ripped, gargantuan muscles just erupted out all over him everywhere you looked. “YEAH! HUGER!” he shouted as his shoulders stretched out further and further and grew into huge balls of rock hard flesh. Monumental traps rose up from his thickening back and he could feel his neck getting thicker.

“AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH AWESOME!” he yelled as his pant legs exploded into shreds, releasing two immense, ripped-up, thighs which throbbing and writhing bulged out to an unbelievable size. Marty reached down and felt the cement hardness of his legs as they stretched taller and wider at the same time developing into huge fucking boulders of muscle, packed tightly together and bulging out in all directions.. In an instant those huge muscles, tore apart his pants completely, leaving him naked.

“YEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!” he shouted as he flexed his already massive arms and watched them bulge up and grow and grow and grow into veiny peeked mountains! He threw back his head and roared again as his shoulders stretched outward, further and further, exploding into great boulders of incredible size. His back pushed out further, causing his entire upper body to grow wider and wider as he continued to grow taller and taller. His pecs exploded out of his chest into massive, striated muscle balls. Mary felt like a god! He was just fucking gargantuan now, eight feet tall and a raging ton of massive muscle!

“Look at me, Prof!” he roared. “Look at my arms!” Grunting with a savage euphoria, Marty flexed his biceps making them expand from the size of watermelons to car tires, unimaginably huge with thick veins like garden hoses running all around them and up to his planetoid sized delts. And they looked and felt like impossibly hard veiny planetoids of power!

He looked in the mirror and admired the rest of his impossibly muscular form. He was about six feet wide at the shoulders, with a neck wider than his head flanked by huge thick mountainous traps. He had gigantic, striated delts nested on top of enormous, veined wrapped upper arms that looked like a heap of massive muscle boulders. His forearms were as thick around as a barrel. His chest was two mammoth globes hard, solid and ripped. His abs were ten concrete slabs of muscle leading down from his pecs to his waist.

“And look at my legs!” He bent his leg and suddenly giant masses of sinew surfaced and bulged out of his pylon legs. Just one of his thighs was the size of two men put together, but much denser, thicker and heavier. He could see the striations and thick veins ran all up and down them.

“It worked! I’m fucking ginourmous!” yelled Marty. “I could crush that fucking whim-boy Stan with one fucking finger!”

The he looked at the professor. “And I can’t believe how tiny you look!” Before he knew what happened, Marty reached down and grabbed the professor and lifted him effortlessly into the air.

“You’re just like a toy,” he laughed.

“Marty stop!” He cried. “That’s enough. Put me down.”

“Yeah?” said Marty. “What if I don’t wanna? What are you going to do about it? Try and get out, go on, try.” The professor tried to fight back by pushing on the palm and trying to unbend the fingers, but he couldn’t. Nothing he could do would even budge the giant powerful hand.

“Hahaha,” said Marty. “But you like this, don’t you? You like my impossibly huge, powerful, muscular body, don’t you?”

Then suddenly Marty eased the pressured and set the professor on the ground. “I’m just messing with ya,” he said, grinning. “But remember, I could squash you like a bug.” And he flexed those behemoth sized arms of his making the incredibly massive, veiny biceps leap and dance like mountains in an earthquake. “…if I wanted. So you better keep quiet about all of this if you know what’s good for you.”

“I will. You bet I will,” said the professor. Marty could see the man still had a massive erection that had not once faltered.

“Good,” said Marty. “Now get me some clothes!”
On the first day of school, Marty rolled into the building wearing a skimpy muscle top and a pair of basketball shorts. All of his impossibly massive, bulging, muscular limbs were completely on display. He looked awesome now. A lot of people saw him and just ran. Who could blame them? Fuck, his biceps alone were bigger and stronger than any of them! He was all bulging, rippling, iron-hard muscle now and it was glorious. He could hardly wait to see Stan.

When he got his schedule he couldn’t help but grin. His first class was gym, and they always started the year with a fitness evaluation.

When he walked into the gymnasium, everyone just stopped and stared. That was alright. He was used to it by now, and really fucking loved it. He could tell each and every guy in there was just ogling his body, his size, his obvious power and unbelievable muscularity, and envying it. By the time this class was over, he’d give them something to fucking envy alright.

But suddenly everyone stopped staring at him and started staring behind him. He turned around to see what could possibly have upstaged him and had to fight to stop himself from staring. There was Stan, but wholly crap he’d gotten bigger from when Marty had last seen him, way, way bigger! In fact, he was almost as big as Marty now; he might even be as big!

“How’s it going, spaghetti boy?” said Stan, flexing a pair of impossibly monumental ripped-up, veiny biceps.

“Well, if it isn’t Stan the stick?” replied Marty, hitting a similar pose, letting his boulder-like biceps explode into their magnificent massiveness, and scrunching his cinderblock stomach to boot.

“Looks like someone’s been playing with his chemistry set,” said Stan.

But before they could go any further, in came Mr. Bell to start the class. It was actually remarkable how quickly he got over the change in two of his students. But as a high school gym teacher, he must have seen his share of short & skinny to big & muscular transformations – of course not on this scale. But it probably explains how he was able to get the class started with only a minimal delay due to shock.

First up was the rope climb.

“I’m going first!” shouted Marty, clenching his fists and making his gigantic massively hard and powerful arms bulge and flex.

“Well, you’re not first on the list,” said Mr. Bell, “but I suppose if you want to…”

“Any objections?” asked Marty, making his monumental sized pecs bulge and ripple under his muscle shirt and glaring at his classmates, all of whom remained mute. That was one thing Marty really loved about his new body: people rarely argued with him.

He marched up to the rope, gigantic quads pulsing and writhing under his skin.

Mr. Bell looked him over and said, “I thought it was overkill when they told me the rope had a steel cable in the center to reinforce it, but now… maybe not. Tap the beam when you reach the top. Remember your legs are stronger than your… never mind. When ever you’re ready, Hopkins.”

Marty grabbed the rope with his great, thick hands, and began pulling himself up using no legs at all. He was pretty damn heavy now, but his bulging, heaving megalithic arms were more than up to the challenge, and he quickly reached the top. The rope was affixed to a steel I-beam which ran along the gym ceiling. Marty grabbed it with one hand and squeezed with all his might. With a triumphant joy, Marty felt the metal give way under the pressure from his massively powerful hand, and when he pulled it away, there were indents, the size and shape of his fingers indelibly impressed in the I-beam.

Then Marty let go of the rope and let himself drop to the gym floor. He bent his muscle pylon legs and when he hit the floor, they absorbed the impact like a pair of giant, bulging steel springs. However, there was a tremendous CRACK as the wooden gym floor shattered into splinters beneath his colossally muscled body.

Marty looked around his classmates, growled and treated them all to a heart stopping most muscular pose, where he felt every hugely overdeveloped inch of him expand into new dimensions of ripped, striated massiveness. He was such a fucking monster now!

“Ok, Hopkins,” said Mr. Bell, shaking his head and surveying the damaged gym floor. “You’ve made significant progress since your last evaluation. Congratulations.”

Marty grinned, did a quick massive double bicep pose, and headed to the side lines.

Mr. Bell checked over his list and said, “Ok, next up is—“


“Me!” shouted Stan. “I’m next!” All eyes turned to the equally gigantic and massively muscled young man.

“Ah…,” said Mr. Bell, looking a little dumbfounded, “any objections?”

No one said a thing and Stan marched up to the rope.

“Tap the beam when you reach the top,” said Mr. Bell. “Remember your… Forget it. Just go.”

Stan spit in each of his huge thick hands, rubbed them together and grabbed the rope. Stan strained and strained. Marty could see the massive tectonic plates of muscle on his back, bulging and heaving, but he wasn’t moving up the rope!

Marty was about to laugh out loud, when he heard the sound of creaking metal. He looked up and could see the I-beam start to bend. Then it hit him, Stan wasn’t trying to pull himself up to the beam, he was trying to pull the beam down to him! And it looked like he was doing it! CREEEEEK! The beam bent lower and lower. Stan’s incomprehensibly powerful muscles were bulging and writhing on his frame. His face turned red, his neck swelled up thicker than his head with throbbing veins, cords and muscles, his traps expended into mountains reaching up to his ears as he slowly but surely put one hand over the next and brought the beam closer to the floor.

Suddenly there was a SNAP and a CLANG. The students scattered as the steel cable inside the rope broke and the steel beam came crashing to the gym floor. Nonplused and grinning, Stan looked around at the destruction he had just caused with his impossibly muscular bare hands, reached down and tapped the bent and twisted beam.

That fucking show-off, thought Marty. I’ll show him who’s biggest and strongest!

“Ok,” said Mr. Bell. “That’s going to do it for rope climbing. Move on into the weight room, while I report the… ah… damage.”

The entire class including Stan and Marty moved into the weight room. It was a lot smaller and more cramped than Marty remembered. But as soon as he got in there, without waiting for Mr. Bell, he headed straight for the bench press weight station. The thing looked way too small for him to even fit in, but suddenly he got a great idea. He grabbed the entire mechanism with his massive bulging arms and hefted it up over his head and began doing military presses with it. Fuck, it was effortless. He could feel his massive, hard, muscular shoulders handling the load with ease!

Then there was a jerk to the side. He looked over and saw Stan had grabbed the mechanism and was trying to rip it out of his hands. He fought back.

“Hey! It’s my turn, Stan!” yelled Marty.

“No, you had your turn,” said Stan. “Now it’s my turn!”

“Fuck that!” said Marty. “Let go!”

The two behemoth boys pulled on the mechanism, gigantic, hard, ripped muscles bulging and flaring, veins swelling and throbbing, until the weight stations started bending and warping and then suddenly flew to pieces. The rest of the class rushed from the weight room to avoid the flying pieces of metal.

“Now look what you did!” the two gigantically muscled boys yelled at each other simultaneously.

Then they lunged at each other, two sets of massive hands, each trying to get a hold on the enormous rippling stone-like body of the other. The rolled across the floor like colossal twin muscle boulders. Anything in their path, usually steel weights and exorcising machines were demolished, reduced to bent and twisted wreckage.

“Stop! For God’s sake, stop!” yelled a voice.

The two immense boys looked up and saw their friend Gwen, dressed in her gym uniform. They stopped immediately and looked somewhat ashamed.

“I had to see it to believe it,” she said. “What the hell happened to you two…? No don’t tell me; I don’t want to know.”

Then she surveyed the wreckage and shook her head. “You guys are going to get suspended over this one.”

“But he…” started both boys simultaneously.

“Zip!” said Gwen. “Zip it! I was there last spring. I know exactly what happened and I’d say Marty has something to say to Stan, don’t you Marty.”

Marty looked at the ground. He knew what she meant and he knew she was right.

“Sorry, Stan,” said Marty, not taking his eyes off the floor. “Muscles are cool and they look awesome on you.”

“You really think so?” said Stan flexing his monumental bicep.

“Yeah,” said Marty. “How big is that thing?”

“30 inches,” said Stan. “How big is yours?”

“Mine’s 30, too. Can I feel yours?” said Marty.

“Sure,” said Stan offering his massive, bulging, shredded arm to his friend.

Marty grabbed it. “Damn, hard as steel,” he said.

Stan reached over and grabbed his. “Whoa, yours too.”

Then Marty grabbed Stan’s planetoid pec, and Stan ran his hands over Marty’s cinderblock stomach, and one thing led to another and pretty soon they boys were rolling around on the floor again, but this time for an entirely different reason.

“Well, can’t say I didn’t see that coming,” said Gwen, turning and leaving the room to give the two massive muscle boys some privacy.

“And I hope they lift happily ever after,” she said, closing the door behind her.

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[Kit Werecat]

I really, really liked this story. The only thing disappointing about it, was that it ended so soon. Seriously, I could read about these two out-growing each other forever.

I appreciated the fact that they finally lost the will to fight, and eventually had become so awesome in strength and size, that they ended up turning each other on. Lovers, not fighters.

I was reminded of an old Tex Avery cartoon entitled "King-sized Canary", where two characters discover a bottle of growth serum, and keep stealing the bottle back and forth from each other, as each one outgrows the other, and starts dominating the other with his size and power. The war kept escalating, as they kept growing bigger and bigger. The story finally ends when the bottle of potion runs out, and they are both these titanic beings of equal size and strength. They finally shrug, and embrace each other as they stand on the Earth as if it was a small basketball.

When Stan and Merty started grabbing the entire weight machine back and forth like an argued-over toy... well, let's just say I had to readjust myself in my seat. What a fantastic turn-on!!

Like that cartoon story, I could envision Stan and Marty, inconceivably huge and mighty, clasping hands and leaning into each other in a wrestling stance, eye to eye, nose to nose, totally unaware of the others around them, small and insignificant, staring up at them in helpless jaw-dropping awe, like so many small children.

They had hit over eight feet in size, and this was a school, so the rest of the kids were probably about 5' 9" or so. Those two teens must have been very formidable indeed! I still get chills imagining it.

I know this was the end, but in my mind, I'd like to think that Marty and Stan went back to Dr. Peters, and got more of those capsules. The effects are clearly accumulative, so they had nowhere to go but literally UP! They could clearly give the good doctor quite a show as a reward for his efforts.

I think you realize that I enjoyed this particular type of story very much, and hope you do more of them. Most stories don't celebrate the glorious excitement of pure, erotic GROWTH as this one clearly did.

I'm going to stop now, before I embarrass myself.


Thanks for this terrific fantasy, Jaypat.

[ploder4]

I liked it. This was an awesome story. I hope there will be continuations of those two in future stories.

[nnnrg]

Only one thing wrong: His abs were ten concrete slabs of muscle leading down from his pecs to his waste.

Minor spelling glitch gives wrong meaning to sentence


Interesting that the prof and Stan's uncle were working on something that did pretty much the same thing.

[dago12582]

Jaypat, I have been a fan of your work now for a while and I had missed your stories here recently. You have certainly made up for it with this gem of a story. I liked the fact that it did only take 2 chapters to complete. The compactness of the story made it seem more realistic. These guys once they were hungry for growth took it to the extreme quickly instead of slowly dragging it out. You have a very special gift and I hope that in the coming days you will have more ideas for wonderful stories such as this one. You are very talented and I really appreciate you and your creative abilities. Thanks for this gift. It was great.

[GTlifter]

I loved the story and it was set up really well in Chapter 1, although I have to agree with some of the other guys' treatment that I felt you wrapped it up too fast and there could have been room for another chapter or 2 of getting ot know the characters, the mental battle of growth and whether to like it or not, so much room for potential. I can't wait for your next piece all the same.

[Jaypat]

Originally Posted by Kit Werecat

I really, really liked this story. The only thing disappointing about it, was that it ended so soon. Seriously, I could read about these two out-growing each other forever.

I appreciated the fact that they finally lost the will to fight, and eventually had become so awesome in strength and size, that they ended up turning each other on. Lovers, not fighters.

I was reminded of an old Tex Avery cartoon entitled "King-sized Canary", where two characters discover a bottle of growth serum, and keep stealing the bottle back and forth from each other, as each one outgrows the other, and starts dominating the other with his size and power. The war kept escalating, as they kept growing bigger and bigger. The story finally ends when the bottle of potion runs out, and they are both these titanic beings of equal size and strength. They finally shrug, and embrace each other as they stand on the Earth as if it was a small basketball.

When Stan and Merty started grabbing the entire weight machine back and forth like an argued-over toy... well, let's just say I had to readjust myself in my seat. What a fantastic turn-on!!

Like that cartoon story, I could envision Stan and Marty, inconceivably huge and mighty, clasping hands and leaning into each other in a wrestling stance, eye to eye, nose to nose, totally unaware of the others around them, small and insignificant, staring up at them in helpless jaw-dropping awe, like so many small children.

They had hit over eight feet in size, and this was a school, so the rest of the kids were probably about 5' 9" or so. Those two teens must have been very formidable indeed! I still get chills imagining it.

I know this was the end, but in my mind, I'd like to think that Marty and Stan went back to Dr. Peters, and got more of those capsules. The effects are clearly accumulative, so they had nowhere to go but literally UP! They could clearly give the good doctor quite a show as a reward for his efforts.

I think you realize that I enjoyed this particular type of story very much, and hope you do more of them. Most stories don't celebrate the glorious excitement of pure, erotic GROWTH as this one clearly did.

I'm going to stop now, before I embarrass myself.


Thanks for this terrific fantasy, Jaypat.

I'm glad you enjoyed it. If I'd made it any longer it would have required the addition of a sub plot and I always have trouble with those.

The growth in the main reason I come here so I try and accentuate it in all my stories.

Originally Posted by ploder4

I liked it. This was an awesome story. I hope there will be continuations of those two in future stories.

Maybe but I don't have any plans for that right now. I have several other stories on my hard drive, but none that are ready to post. But as soon as one becomes ready, I'll post it.

Originally Posted by nnnrg

Only one thing wrong: His abs were ten concrete slabs of muscle leading down from his pecs to his waste.

Minor spelling glitch gives wrong meaning to sentence


Interesting that the prof and Stan's uncle were working on something that did pretty much the same thing.

Thanks for pointing out the mistake. I fixed it.

The Prof's stuff worked a little faster but, yeah, they were pretty similar.

Originally Posted by dago12582

Jaypat, I have been a fan of your work now for a while and I had missed your stories here recently. You have certainly made up for it with this gem of a story. I liked the fact that it did only take 2 chapters to complete. The compactness of the story made it seem more realistic. These guys once they were hungry for growth took it to the extreme quickly instead of slowly dragging it out. You have a very special gift and I hope that in the coming days you will have more ideas for wonderful stories such as this one. You are very talented and I really appreciate you and your creative abilities. Thanks for this gift. It was great.

Thank you very much. I really enjoy writing for the forum and it always does me good to hear the stories are appreciated.

I have plenty of ideas, it's just time I don't have much of these days.

Originally Posted by GTlifter

I loved the story and it was set up really well in Chapter 1, although I have to agree with some of the other guys' treatment that I felt you wrapped it up too fast and there could have been room for another chapter or 2 of getting ot know the characters, the mental battle of growth and whether to like it or not, so much room for potential. I can't wait for your next piece all the same.

I always intended this to be a short piece about a silly argument that resulted in the creation of two behemoths. I like to take a character and give him a 180 degree attitude change when it comes to muscle. Those two ideas are basically the source of this story. I have several others -- longer ones -- I'm working on, but it will probably be some time before one is ready to post.

In the mean time, thanks for reading and I'll see you in the gym!

JP