The Canister

[Proteus]

As an apology for the first part of Bulking II being so short, here's a quick one-off I wrote a while ago but never posted:

The Canister

Tom Archer was enthralled by muscle. To say it was a turn-on was putting it lightly. But Tom himself was a scrawny, out of shape kid just out of high school and just shy of 5' 10".

That was before he found the canister.

While his parents and brother were on vacation, Tom had chosen to stay home and cap off twelve years of education with two weeks of video games. He was walking into to town to buy a new one?one with a customizable character that he could buff up?when he spotted a weathered grey canister. It looked almost like a metal water bottle, but with a funny-looking nozzle instead of a cap.

Tom looked around and saw an overstuffed dumpster by the nearest building. The canister must have rolled out of it, he thought. After some hesitation, Tom picked up the grimy cylinder. It was much heavier than he expected; it felt as heavy as the twenty pound dumbbells he had struggled to lift in gym class less than a month ago. He shook it and felt dense fluid sloshing inside. Tom almost lost his grip on the canister as its contents shifted from one side to the other and he moved his left hand over to catch it, but instead he hit the nozzle on the top.

A black, sparse mist showered his face and shirt like spray paint, condensing on contact into a sticky film of goo. Tom cringed, then coughed as some of the slime entered his mouth. It was tasteless and dissolved instantly, leaving only a tingling sensation. He coughed again--it was as though the substance was being drawn in his mouth. He wiped his face, but nothing was left on it. His chest tingled and he looked down. The goo on his shirt separated into tiny droplets and seeped through the fabric, making contact with his skin and feeling like snowflakes.

Tom stared at the canister lying at his feet. His initial thought to run to a bathroom evaporated as he felt a light buzz like the few times he'd had a beer. He felt comfortable. He felt good.

He picked up the canister carefully with both hands and headed home, forgetting about the video game and feeling relaxed.

***

Once home, Tom placed the canister on the kitchen table and stood, studying it. On one side were faded markings and shapes?lines and hexagons?he recognized as a simplified molecule. There was miniscule print beneath it in several languages. The only English visible was the phrase "THIRD GENERATION NAN?" the rest of the black letters faded on the worn, brushed metal surface.

All of the sudden, Tom felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Goose bumps spread over his skin and he felt nauseous. He took a step backwards as the goose bumps gave way to a wave of cold sweat and spasms sporadically racked each muscle. There was a tightness and he felt like he had overexerted himself.

Then the pleasant buzz from before built into a steady pleasurable feeling all over his body. Every muscle began to shake and twitch painfully, but he was okay with it. In fact, Tom was enjoying himself, he realized as his cock stiffened suddenly.

"Ahhh" he groaned in pleasure as another wave of sweat coated his body, making his clothes stick tightly to his skin--tighter and tighter until Tom felt like they were shrinking.

He looked at his forearms, swelling and covered in veins and his chest pushing outward and he understood that he was getting larger! He would have panicked had the process stopped but the feeling of well-being persisted as he became aware of his muscle bulging in every direction.

His biceps and triceps swelled thicker, shivering involuntarily, and pushing his sleeves up to his widening shoulders. His chest slowly expanded into two distinct, firm pectorals and stretched his wet shirt one way while his back pulled the opposite way. Tom couldn't see his stomach, but he felt his guts squirm as his abdominals grew from a flat stomach into a full six pack. His cock strained to be free of his boxers, hard and sensitive to every shake and spasm, while his legs gradually filled his wet jeans with shapely muscle.

More sweat. More spasms. More pain that he didn't notice.

He groaned again and reached for his crotch?his pants were getting tighter and tighter. His damp shirt fit him like it was Underarmor, highlighting his new, broad chest, the bumps of his abs, and the growing mass of his back. His shoulders and armpits burned in pain as the sleeves that once fit him constricted. An impressive array of veins slid along the peaks of his biceps, snaking all the way to his forearms which now bulged out from his wrists.

He should have been terrified, but that part of his brain was shut off. He was simply elated as he felt every fiber of every muscle stretch against his skin and his clothes and bulge out with new strength.

Tom's tight shirt ripped down the center, giving way to pecs pumped with power. He tore the rest of the shirt off, freeing his shoulders and letting him glimpse abs that belonged on the cover of a magazine.

He rubbed his painfully hard erection through his jeans. The seat of his pants was near bursting with his ass of solid muscle and the seams around his thighs strained. Even his calves stretched the fabric.

Tom kept his right hand on his groin and explored his growing body with his left. His fingers traced the bloated muscles of his arm and squeezed his hard pecs, covered in striations.

His growth began to slow, but he realized that something was different in his right hand. Gasping at the touch, his right hand felt the shaft of his penis. It was swollen larger than it had ever been before. Tom looked past his luscious chest and saw what had to be at least eight inches bulging down his painfully tight pant leg.

An eighteen-year-old amateur bodybuilder now stood in the kitchen, shirt torn from his bulging torso, jeans contoured to his thick legs with a massive cock pressing against the fabric.

Tom's head began to clear as he reached the plateau. He had to get out of these jeans! He squatted down and heard a satisfying tear as his pants split down the back. With some effort from his newly plumped arms, he peeled the legs off, leaving only a pair of boxers that hung higher than they used to. Out of the bottom poked his cock head, engorged with blood.

Tom took a deep breath and turned to the kitchen table. The mostly-full canister sat there unassumingly.

[convolution]

Thanks for another muscle growth vignette, and thanks for all your work posted on the forum