Dreaming and Growing, Part 2-3

[pec hunter]

Part 2

Scott eased himself into the first available seat in his freshman engineering class a couple minutes after the bell rang. He hated getting to class late on his first day, walking into a lecture course with 120 other students. Embarrassing as it seemed, Scott also liked the anonymity of it all. He still hadn't shaken the feelings of self doubt and insecurity that plagued his earlier teen years and now he felt even more self conscience. Since graduation night Scott's body had put on another 13 pounds. His pecs bulged noticeably now through his t-shirt. In fact everything was bulging noticeably. Still at 5"-5" and 166 pounds Scott was turning into a real tank. He made a few furtive glances around to see if anyone else looked the way he did. Maybe attention would be diverted to that person instead. Most people ignored him, but a few girls did smile. One jock type however gazed a little too long at Scott. The jock's eyes seemed to look right through him, knowingly. It made him feel uncomfortable and occasionally throughout the lecture Scott looked back to see if the guy was still looking at him. At the end of class the jock sprung to his feet and left the hall pausing ever so briefly to check out Scott. By this time Scott had stood up giving the jock a better view. Scott briefly looked at his tall, gym-pumped physique but quickly turned away, red-faced.

Escaping the classroom scene Scott briskly walked along the beautiful tree lined campus checking out the scenery. He pushed the sunglasses down for a better look. Ever since he started developing a body he began comparing himself to others. Scott checked out the guys that came streaming onto campus from fraternity row. All shapes and sizes and degrees of development were present, but it was the muscle dudes that really caught his attention. He thought he could now understand what it meant to have a powerful body and be the center of attention. That precise feeling bothered him in another way too. He had never felt attraction to guys before. And now every time a real hot one passed by he felt the stirrings in his crotch. It felt wrong in some ways and Scott wondered if it had something to do with his "condition." For now he tried to forget about it and enjoy the fading days of summer.

Later that fall Scott began to feel his appetite take a turn. He wondered where the growth would take place this time. Somehow he had to get control of it. He didn't want this thing to jeopardized his college career. Scott stayed close to his apartment where he could study for final exams and be close to the refrigerator. The next several days became a continuous cycle of eating and reading.

On the morning of the final exam Scott crammed down the biggest breakfast he had had in months. He had to make it through the test without food. Again his swollen balls ached, blown up to twice their normal size. They had turned into huge testosterone cannons ready to fire a load of hormones into his body and he knew something was going to happen soon. Two hours into the test the professor announced that only 20 minutes remained. Scott had twelve more questions to answer. He could feel his pulse begin to race and the sweat form. He wasn't sure he could make it. What if he started growing in the classroom? Scott scribbled as fast as he could and handed in the test, trying to control the pain in his crotch. He wrapped his jacket around his front to conceal the swollen cock and balls that were crammed down his right pants leg. Half hobbling and half running he sped off campus trying to ignore the curious glances of others. In another seven or eight minutes he'd be home.

Scott fumbled with the keys to his building as the first wave of growth hit. Breathless, he pulled himself up two flight of stairs unzipping his pants at the same time. He could feel his back expanding, humping up with growth, the lats bloating outward tight against his shirt. One more door and he was in, throwing himself on the couch. Scott lay writhing as the hormones continued surging through his body. Luckily, he had gotten his pants pulled down as far as his knees. His quads were pumping up in waves, the calves were tight in his rumpled jeans. Just as his dick began jerking out an endless load, he felt one last growth wave start from his forearms. He could feel his veins pulsing wildly as it quickly swept up his biceps to his shoulders and gained intensity as it inflated his chest causing to him to make one final gasp. Exhausted, Scott fell quickly asleep.

Saturday morning, almost noon, Scott awoke from his prolonged sleep. Still laying on of the couch Scott felt like he couldn't move. His shoulders had grown so much that they stretched the fabric painfully tight. The sleeves had bunched up above his mounded biceps. He struggled to get his shirt off and drug himself to his full length closet mirror. The incredible sight made him instantly hard. His back had bloated upward and outward with incredible muscle. He quickly realized that he just wasn't standing up straight. Stretching to final position his back looked more proportional , but the size of his mounded pecs became evident as he pulled his shoulders back. He turned slowly trying to comprehend their magnificence. Something else was different too. Hair, had begun to appear over his beefy pec pads. Scott ran his hand through the black hair that had formed there and stopped at his sensitive nipples, also larger than before. His dick sprang up proudly displaying its new girth. The bathroom scales hovered at 187 pounds.

On Monday morning Scott put on his baggiest clothes and headed off for class. The spring in his step felt more like a sway, as for the first time his thighs rubbed against each other as he walked. He was developing the unmistakable bodybuilder's swagger. His arms no longer fell flat to his sides but were thrust outward by the increased mass of his lats and triceps. That was the coolest feeling of all and it was something you couldn't hide. But after a day of annoying questions and stares from the other students, Scott was beginning to worry. He debated whether to seek medical advice but quickly decided against it. He discovered that he liked being larger. For the first time in his life people actually admired him. His body felt more alive, more vital than he had ever felt before. He loved the feeling of his muscles and how they looked. His favorite shirt stretched tightly around his chest was a big turn on. And that big dick crammed into his pants-there was nothing better! The idea of growing larger was just too intoxicating. If he could get just a little bigger he could finally be the son his father would be proud of. That would be the ultimate acceptance. For now Scott was satisfied with his situation and awaited the next growth spurt.

Several months passed before Scott grew again. But this time the experience was more traumatic. The buildup to the event lasted longer and darkened his mood significantly. When it finally happened Scott's body convulsed with violent spasms resulting in painful cramps. For the first time he felt this thing could be life threatening. The fears that he had suppressed surfaced again. He had to find someone who could help him. Scott picked up the phone and made an appointment at the campus health clinic.

Part 3

"Bend over and cough, son" kindly old Dr. Forster said. Scott couldn't believe he actually had him do that. "I don't think there's anything wrong with you son." Scott was getting a little perturbed at the use of that word "son". "You're a lucky young man and you should enjoy your youth while you still have it. All young men add a little muscle at your age. You're still growing."

Deep down Scott believed something was wrong and pleaded with the doctor for further advice. Reluctantly Dr. Forster gave him a referral to see Dr. Kindred, a muscle specialist at the Kindred Myology Center across town.

Scott feared the worse as he nervously sat on the bus on his way to the center. Oblivious to the admiring and curious looks from the other bus riders he wondered what would happen if Dr. Kindred couldn't do anything for him. At this point he'd settle for being a muscle stud, but not a circus freak. A handsome, well-built man leaving the bus brushed Scott's shoulder on his way out of the bus and dropped something in the aisle. He picked it up and looked back at Scott giving a quick nod of approval combined with desire. He handed Scott a card which read "LIVE YOUR DREAMS" and a phone number. Scott's face flushed as he read the card and watched the man leave the bus. At the curb the man stared at Scott as the bus pulled away. Scott's heart was thumping by this time and his dick boned up hard in his pants. He had just missed his stop. Five blocks further down the street Scott got off the bus and rushed back to the clinic.

Once inside Dr. Kindred's office the nurse had Scott change into a paper examination gown and left him alone to wait for Dr. Kindred. Scott gazed down at his huge thighs splayed on the examination table, barely covered by the gown. He thought of the man on the bus, or at least tried not to think of him. His dick started to inflate again. He tried to erase the image from his mind, but it was too late as Dr. Kindred burst through the door. Scott saw the look of surprise in Dr. Kindred's face as he quickly surveyed his new patient.

The examination proceeded with initial small talk and progressed onto general health questions. From there it was on to the weight scale. Dr. Kindred tapped the small weights on the beam until they finally balanced.

"207 pounds," Dr Kindred said peering over his glasses. "We'll need to take a few measurements now Scott. Could you take off your gown?"

With a slight hesitation Scott took off the gown and Dr. Kindred proceeded to wrap the tape around Scott's wrist, forearm, then bicep and jotted down "20 inches". With quick efficiency the doctor measured the rest of his body calling out a few numbers as he went, nodding approval.
"Waist-29", Penis-8", Thigh-24", Calf-16". You can put your gown back on now."

Scott was beginning to feel at ease and confident that Dr. Kindred was interested in his situation. Scott talked about all the growth spurts and the sharp increases in appetite in the most minute detail. He withheld the sex part out of embarrassment. Dr. Kindred asked a few more questions and continued to nod in understanding. Just as Scott was beginning to feel that everything was going to be okay, Dr. Kindred dropped the bomb.

"Scott, my experience tells me you are in the early stages of Adult Myogenic Hypertrophy. Don't worry, it's not life threatening. It's not even a disease"

The ominous pronouncement immediately had Scott dumbfounded . "Can it be fixed?" he said, his mouth suddenly going dry.

"Before we try to "fix" anything let me tell you about this and its probable effect on you.
AMH as is a recently recognized condition which has been researched for the past 15 years, mostly by myself. Simply put, it is a hormonal imbalance which causes one's muscles to grow abnormally large. It afflicts only males in their late teens and 20s, after the normal process of puberty has been completed. In AMH males something, often times stress, triggers the brain to produce more hormones, especially testosterone. Rapid growth results from the buildup and often disturbing release of growth hormones into the body. The further development of secondary sexual characteristics also manifests itself, such as the increase of body hair, lowering of the voice, growth of genitalia, and so on. The cause of AMH is somewhat unknown but most of the research indicates physical trauma as the switch which turns it on. To date some medications have shown promise for controlling the symptoms, but not all patients respond favorably.

By this point Scott's head was swimming with questions. "What if I didn't take the medications? What could I expect to happen?"

"Again, that varies from patient to patient. You could expect to experience additional myogenic episodes. In some people the episodes become less intense as they mature and gradually fade away. For others the episodes come to a sudden halt after a few years. The end result however is a body bloated and misshapen with too much muscle. I have a genuine concern that these people fit in with society and lead a normal and productive life. The psychological well-being of ?."

Listening intently, Scott finally gathered the courage to ask more personal questions.
"What about guys?.I think I'm attracted to guys" he blurted out. A bead of perspiration had formed on his forehead.

"It doesn't surprise me, Scott. All AMH sufferers are homosexual in their orientation at some point. My research shows that 90% start out as heterosexual. Once the brain is awash in an excess of male hormones a reordering of sexual orientation is inevitable. Every myogenic episode only serves to reinforce that misdirected orientation. I believe if I can control the excessive muscle growth, I can also control the sexual orientation, thus preventing a life of perversion and depression. I'm sure you can appreciate the value of that."

A flood of questions came to Scott's mind. What was wrong with being fit and muscular? How can love for another human being be a perversion? Wasn't a person's sexual orientation something that couldn't be changed? Before he could ask another question Kindred spoke again.

"Would you be interested in helping me prove the validity of my therapy? You exhibit the classic symptoms and I think would make the ideal candidate."

The information was too much for Scott. He wasn't sure he agreed with the doctor's ideas. He suddenly felt a little faint and asked Kindred if he could lie down. The doctor agreed and called for his assistant to come in and take Scott's pulse.

Scott awoke with a start when he saw Dr. Kindred gone and his assistant Zander leaning over the exam table looking at his face. This was the man on the bus! Zander's curly blond hair framed his handsome, square jawed face. His blue smock barely contained his overdeveloped bodybuilder-type physique. Scott guessed he was only a few years older than himself.

"I'm here to take your blood pressure, " Zander said in rich bass voice. "Let me help you up. That's quite an arm you've got there. I hope this cuff fits."

Squeezing the bulb, Zander placed his hand other hand on Scott's thigh. The immediate heat of Zander's hand caught Scott off guard and caused him to look down at it. His gaze followed Zander's arm upward, first the forearm covered with a mat of blond fur and then to the meaty, oversized bicep. Scott traced a huge vein upward as it disappeared under the short sleeve, bulged out by an equally oversized shoulder. The vision made his dick inflate to half mast under the thin gown. In the process of removing his hand from Scott's lap Zander brushed Scott's tenting cock. The sensation made his dick surge forward not unnoticed by Zander.

"It's OK, Scott," Zander said flashing a beautiful smile. "We don't have much time, but could you tell me what Kindred said to you?" Zander knew some of Kindred's half truths and didn't think Scott would go for his plan. He explained that Kindred really couldn't control his patient's sexual orientation and that he was just out to use Scott to help secure his personal fame and fortune. Zander hastily left the examination room upon the return of Dr. Kindred.

"Here's an outline of the treatment. I think you'll find all your questions answered in this brochure. We could look into making the consultations at convenient times and waiving some of the normal clinic fees for your first ten visits. Give it some thought and let me know by tomorrow. We need to get your condition under control." Scott thought that was very unusual and became even more suspicious of the doctor's motives. With the examination over Scott put his clothes back on, rediscovering the card Zander had given him on the bus.

That night Scott phoned Zander and started asking more questions. Instead of talking on the phone Zander suggested he come to his apartment where they could freely discuss the situation. Scott's heart started pounding at the suggestion. Desire won out over shyness to visit his new muscle friend.

[arpeejay]

This is very yummy! Many thanks!

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[LipsK]

YEAH! Great original story, one of the hornyest I've read. Keep it going!