Greg's Discovery: Part 2

[nightwolf285]

Greg's Discovery: Part 2

“You took his muscle Greg,” Chris exclaimed, although he hushed himself shortly after.

Staring down at a thick shelf of pecs, Greg chuckled to himself. Looking back up at Chris, sliding his glasses back up his nose, he said, “I know. – I can't believe it.”

Both stood still, trying to completely soak in what had just happened. They hardly noticed that there were still people flowing all around the courtyard, having not noticed what had happened. Greg was obviously excited, but hadn't given much thought as to why it had happened. Chris on the other hand, between lingering stares at Greg's bulging muscles had come up with a likely theory.

“It must be the crystal Greg.”

“Hmm-- what?” Greg asked, being jarred out of his cloud of thought.

“The crystal,” he restated, “It must be that crystal you found that caused this to happen.”

Memories of everything that had happened today came flooding back to Greg much like if they had long since been forgotten. Realization smeared itself across his face, widening his eyes and dropping his jaw. Quickly jabbing his hand into a rather tight pant pocket, Greg grabbed out his little discovery from this morning and stared at it with wonder. The crystal was glowing just like it had been before, but with a tiny difference. “Um, does it look any brighter than it did before? It looks brighter,” Chris commented, also staring intently at the red rock.

Greg instinctual gave slow nods in agreement. It was glowing brighter. Holding the crystal up for the two of them to stare at it caused his arm to bunch up into a tight ball of muscle, serving to remind him of just what this crystal was capable of. For that matter, Greg was becoming increasingly aware of just how snug all of his clothes had become. The top of his t-shirt hugged his chest and shoulder's tighter than they ever had. This accentuated four distinct, rounded, clusters of muscle popping off his body and straining his shirt: his shoulders and his pecs.

“So,” Chris lingered, “What do you want to do?”

Greg shifted his eyes from the crystal to Chris and thought for a moment before speaking. “I think the Ghastly Trio's day has finally come.”

Looking back over to the crystal with a grin, Greg continued, “This was the last time any of them are going to bully anyone.”

Even if Chris had had a doubt about what Greg had said, he would never had said it. He just gave one quick nod of agreement and decided to follow his lead. As Greg tried to put his vascular hand into his pocket, he found it more difficult to get the crystal back in that it was to take out. Finally, after a moment's struggle, which resulted in much flexing of his rippling arm, he was able to put it back in.

“ We still have,” looking down at his watch, Chris continued, “Ten minutes before the bell. Maybe you can get them before class starts.”

As Greg and Chris set off to find the remaining Ghastly Trio, neither of them stopped to think of the possible consequences of Greg absorbing another person's muscle. They were already half way across the courtyard before trying to figure out which way they had gone.

“You think that they went inside?” Chris asked.

“Doubtfully,” Greg concluded with a measure of certainty, “I bet they are hiding, probably in some dark nook around the school building.”

Though Chris was completely lost as of what to do, Greg was not. He was determined, and surveyed the possibilities with scrutiny. “Let's try this way,” Greg suggested, pointing to a shady grove to the west of the school.

Greg and Chris set off again. Though they were keeping a rather brisk pace, Greg could feel his pants trying to suffocate him. His legs bulged with each step, further straining his pants. Even the crystal uncomfortably rubbed up against his upper thigh every time it rippled into action. Despite the discomfort, however, the feeling of his clothes being so constricting was exciting to him. How often had he dreamed of not being such a twig. He couldn't help that he had no interest in sports or activity. The most engaging thing he loved to do were reading murder mystery books, or, in this case, participate in his real-life mystery. Though Greg didn't care as much about where the gem came from, he was very curious to see if it would happen again. At the same time, Chris was having the very same thought, but he delved more deeply into what it meant. I mean, what if this was a one time occurrence? What if it didn't happen a second time? What would those nasties do if Greg failed. Surely he couldn't take on all three of them if it didn't work?

Chris was careful not to express his concerns to Greg though. Instead, he noticed that his eyes were transfixed on Greg's tightening ass. His bubble butt was incredibly defined even through the denim. Chris tried to take his eyes away, but found that he didn't want to. Staring at all that muscle was incredibly intoxicating. At first, Chris didn't even notice, but his cock had begun to come alive and stiffen in his pants. Something was happening that he had never expected nor experienced before. Of course, this was not Chris's first hard on by any means, but this was the first time that he had been turned on by his friend. The longer his eyes stared at the two cheeks tightening and relaxing in Greg's walk, the bigger his cock got. It wasn't until the two have them had suddenly stopped moving that he even noticed that rather obvious bulge poking through his pants. Chris had an immediate heighten sense of awareness, or more like embarrassment. Greg, fortunately, was looking ahead and hadn't noticed Chris's hard on, which served to calm him down a little. But calm, in this case, meant still being just as scared as a rat in a trap. What's happening? Why am I all-- hard?!, he thought angrily to himself.

Before he had a chance to give his questions any more thought, he was interrupted by Greg's determined voice. “I see them.”

As Greg slowly walked forward, Chris forcefully rearranged a rather generous package so it wouldn't be so obvious. After he finished, he took a couple hurried steps to catch up with Greg.

The Ghastly Trio hadn't noticed Greg and Chris approaching. They were too distracted by what they were talking about; trying to figure out what had just happened back there. The three of them were huddled, squatting down near a large tree in the grove. Besides Greg and Chris, of whom they still hadn't seen, they were the only people around. The one bully who had just surrender all of his muscle to someone who should have been toast was crying. A rather curious sight, seeing someone who thrived on inspiring fear in others, crying.

“Couldn't run far enough, could you,” Greg announced, scaring the life out of all three of the hunched over bullies.

All of them quickly shot up and saw Greg standing there, arms held wide from his body, making him look even more imposing than he already did. The color drained from their faces as all of them lost their ability to move. Though it was unnoticeable by anyone but himself, the skinny trio member lost control over something else as well: his bladder.

Read to get to the point, Greg walked over to the trio member closest to him. Though Greg was a whole head and a half shorter than he was, it was obvious who was in charge, made plain by the tall one's quivering. “It's Zack, right?” Greg asked without really making it sound like a question.

Zack's eyes widened. He knew his name. “Y-yeah,” he stuttered with a low grunt, “It's Zack.”

“Guess what Zack, this is your lucky day,” Greg sneered with amusement.

“Re--really?”

“ Oh yeah,” Greg began, making their torment last as long as he could, “I am going to embarrass you like you have never been embarrassed before. You are going to know what it is like to be one of you-- victims.”

Zack had every reason to be worried, and he was. Despite the sincere wish he had just to run, he couldn't. Fear held him steadfast in his grassy spot.

“Take off you clothes,” Greg commanded.

“Wh—what?” Zack groaned with surprise.

“I already told you that you are going to suffer a little. And this is going to help you experience maximum embarrassment, Zack.” Turning his voice up a notch in volume and ferocity, Greg finished with, “Now take off your clothes!”

Zack had no other choice than to obey Greg's command. He slowly removed a rather large, draping black t-shirt that was even loose on him. This exposed a rather heavily muscled physique, despite its lack of definition. It was adorned with lots of short curly hair and a rather generous gut. Greg and Chris both held themselves back from gagging at the site of his bare skin. This was not their version of beauty. As Zack finished removing his belt and pants, leaving him only in a pair of huge turquoise boxers, Greg commanded, “Enough! I would like to hold down my breakfast.”

Zack stood there, nearly naked and exposed in front of his two, still petrified friends. They didn't snicker; they didn't move. Chris wasn't even sure if his two scared friends were even sure what had just happened, but as long as they didn't go anywhere, it didn't matter. Despite his fear, however, this was the first time Zack could feel his voice rumble to life with out having it commanded to do so. His thought, though rather quietly, erupted out of him, “H-how could this be my lucky day?”

Though he was caught off guard by the comment, Greg merely smirked at Zack, the reveal of his plan so close to completion. “Though I didn't believe it possible for your tiny mind to comment or even notice the irony of what I am saying, the 'lucky part' is that you get to try something---”

Greg quickly clutched his hands on Zack's arms. “---new.”

Zack tried to struggle out of his grasp, but couldn't move. It felt as if his skin had become glued to Greg's hands. The crystal, still lying in Greg's pocket immediately sensed what was happening and began to glow brighter. Greg was made aware this time of what was happening to both of them. He could feel Zack's muscles passing through his hands and push themselves into his skin. As Zack's appearance diminished, Greg's appearance also changed. His already rather inflated muscles came to life once again. All of them looked flexed, though they were for all tense and purposes relaxed. All of them were growing again.

The sensation felt a little more intense this time for Greg. As Zack moaned for the loss of his size, Greg moaned in pleasure for the gain in his. His body was expanding and inflating with the rock hard strength being given to him from Zack. Both of them watched as Greg's arms grew even thicker, forcing his t-shirt to ride up his arm, exposing a rather prominent horseshoe shaped muscle on the back of Greg's arm. At the same time, a mighty vein had lept to the top of his bicep and rode it as his muscle expanded and inflated even further out. The sleeve would soon give way to his bulging physique.

Not only were his sleeves trying to give way, but so was the rest of his clothes. Greg's chest protruded inches higher off his chest than they had before and were straining his shirt to the breaking point. His shoulders and thickening traps sealed the deal, ripping the collar of his shirt. As the rip traveled along his skin-tight shirt, it exposed a heavily muscled, smooth body underneath. The crevasse between his two pecs was deep. His nipples were nearly out of sight, having receded under his growing shelf. Greg's abs bulged as large as coke cans, tightly sitting upon each other one after the other. Finally, after one loud, long rip, Greg's shirt fell way, completely exposing a rippling torso.

Chris's eyes were transfixed on Greg's body. He got uncontrollably excited as he watched. The larger Greg grew, the harder his dick got, peeking at just under eight inches. Bulging valley's of muscle rippled off of Greg's back, eventually forming two large wings. A deep valley was formed where his spine should be and upon hearing another rip, his eyes immediately dropped down to watch. The seam covering Greg's growing bubble butt had blown out, exposing a rather thin, but exceptionally tight pair of boxers. The split ripped further and further apart rather quickly, leaving Greg's entire ass exposed. The sight of his ass just rippling in place for no reason was incredibly hot to Chris. It was then that he made the connection he had striven to make earlier. Why he had gotten so hard before and was so incredibly hard now.

Zack had become a whisper of his former self. Though he wasn't as thin as his friend had gotten, his skin sagged with the sudden loss of his muscle. A large gut still held its place on his waist and finally after shrinking a little bit more, Greg was able to let go of Zack. It was only now that the two of them had something in common: both of them were in their boxers.

Before Greg had a chance to say or do anything else, all three of the Trio scurried away again. As the last remaining large one past by Greg, he tripped in front of him. Greg laughed, not really watching as he finally got up and ran with his friends.

Greg was laughing rather loudly and uncontrollably. His whole, oversized chest heaved itself up and down off his body as he did so. All of his muscles were so large now. He sported the body of a rippling, bristling bodybuilder and he had come by such a body in a span of ten minutes.

Turning around, clearing his eyes of recently formed tears, Greg said, “Oh my god, that was hilarious! The look on their faces--- priceless.”

The look on Chris's face was starkly different than Greg had imagined it looking. It was sunken and scared, much like the bullies faces had been earlier. Trying to figure out what was wrong, Greg quickly discovered a rather large stain on Chris's pants. Underneath it was a rather sizable bulge in shape of a dramatically over-thickened pencil. “Chris?” Greg asked, his laughing stopped, replaced by concern.

Chris tried to speak but no words came out. His eyes had only briefly moved to meet Greg's own eyes, but quickly floated back down to a non particular spot along Greg's massive shelves of muscle. Letting them fall even lower, but only for just a moment, Chris could see a rather sizable bulge in Greg's tightly strung boxers as well. However, this wasn't cause for celebration seeing as how Greg's cock, despite being large, was soft.

After a lingering moment of silence between them, Chris slowly began to shake his head and it just kept on shaking back and forth. “I-- I don't-- I can't explain it,” Chris offered, terrified, “I just look at you now--- and--- I just-- it just-- happened.”

Chris begged himself to just runaway and hide in a dark hole for the rest of time, but he wouldn't move. The only thing that was moving was his still, slowly shaking head and his lips.

Greg, on the other hand wasn't moving at all. It was though he didn't notice or remember the fact that he was standing nearly naked in the grove. He didn't know what to make of this. Greg was much like Chris. He just had never really thought about it before. But strangely, rather than reacting with fear or rage, he tried to ease Chris's pain. “It's alright Chris. Really, it's ok. You have nothing to fear from me.”

Greg's calming words lifted Chris out of his petrified stance and allowed his body to loosen up again. Raising his eyes back up to Greg's he found that his mind was blank. Though part of him wanted to ask a million questions to figure all of this out right now, not one question other than the one he was about to ask came to mind. “What are we going to do?”

Greg quite nearly put his hand on Chris, but hesitated. Finally remembering that he was almost completely unclothed, he set his mighty hand down on Chris's nob like shoulder with ease. He didn't think that he could take any strength from Chris since the crystal was still in his pocket, and his jeans were now on the ground, ripped apart. “First,” Greg began with a warming smile, “I need to get some clothes on.”

Greg's touch was incredibly soothing to Chris. The warmth of his hand seemed to warm his whole body. Though they would have to figure this out later, for now, they needed to get Greg clothed before he was spotted by anyone. Letting go of Chris's shoulder, Greg looked over on the grass and saw Zack's baggy clothes just lying there. Greg grinned at the sight of his own cleverness, having the bully leave him a 'fresh' set of clothes, and began to put on the questionable clothing of the big brute Zack.

Removing his shoes, Greg began to put on his new clothes. Though the clothes were rather snug in width, they were many inches too long. Greg's new pants covered his feet and then some. His shirt hung down nearly to his knees. Despite his large physic holding them up and making the clothes have to swell around every curve, they were still a little big. Rolling up his pant leg, he finally got them to a length he could manage. “Um, Greg?” a worried voice sounded.

“ Yes, Chris,” Greg responded, turning to his right.

Chris was on the ground near the remains of Greg's old clothes. A rather large hole had been burst from one of his former pant leg pockets. What once was full, now was not. With a quiet, lingering tone, Chris looked back up at Greg and gravely said, “The crystal's gone.”




At first, I wasn't really sure if I wanted to continue the story or not. But it just felt so incomplete at the end of the first part. And with the encouragement of a few people around these parts, I wrote a second part. As you may have noticed, the story has been left open to continue. Though I am not looking to write an epic, I do hope that you enjoy the next few parts in the story.

[gb123]

Awesome stuff, can't wait for the next one..

Hmmm makes me wonder just how big Greg's cock is ... :P

[TitanInTraining]

I agree that was a great second part. Just wish we could get some measurements and also what is Greg going to do to Chris and will Chris experience any growth himself.

[chocomus]

Well, if this is the end, it's a good end. But i'd like to see more of this. Why not continue this a little more? Please?

[theseventhwave]

[COLOR="Red"]Great chapter!

Your choice to have the crystal go missing at the end of this chapter really opens up a lot of exciting possibilities - Who will find it? What will it do for them? Will this lead to some sort of struggle over the crystal?

Very exciting - can't wait to read more.[/COLOR]