Greg's Discovery: Part 4

[nightwolf285]

Greg's Discovery: Part 4

The gym had started to fill up with students. There were at least ten boys all around, each headed for the locker room or just talking to a friend. The echoes were booming, but none like the ringing of the first period bell or the foot steps coming from Sean's feet. Standing a little over six feet tall, infused with brand new, bristling muscle, Sean loomed above the growing crowd even more imposingly than usual. Some of the students didn't notice, but those that did turn their heads knew that there was something about him that just seemed--- wrong. He was a force they wouldn't want to reckon with.

Sean couldn't help but continue to wear the sly grin he had put on while in the locker room. He felt absolutely no remorse for his friends, or the wrestler of who's muscles and strength he stole. All he cared about now was doing it again. Sean only wanted more, and he knew exactly were he could get some.

Marching out of the two large metal doors to the gymnasium, Sean noticed that the doors felt a little lighter than usual. Though all of the muscles in his arm rippled to his command, they didn't have to work half as hard to get the thick doors to move. This only served to inflate his ego a little more, making him even more sure of what he was about to do.

Standing in the middle of the empty hallway the trio had ran down earlier, Sean reached his meaty hand into his pocket and pulled out the shimmering red crystal. Looking upon its many glowing faces, Sean couldn't help but notice how bright it's white light was shining. He didn't remember it shinning this brightly when he found it on the grass earlier. Then again, as long as it kept working, the little forty watt light bulb could glow as much as it wanted too.

Putting it back into his pocket, Sean looked up and down the hallway he was standing in. There were a couple of closed doors, much like the gymnasium doors, only smaller, on each side of the hallway. Stepping up closer to the door on his right, Sean noticed a black name plaque stuck on the door. It read: Head Football Coach Benson

“Perfect.”

Though Sean didn't know if anyone would be on the other side of the plainly painted, metal doorway, it was worth a try. Especially if its the head coach.

With a few loud bangs of his hand, Sean knocked on the Coach's door. It didn't take long for Sean to find out if anyone was inside. From within, he could hear a low, muffled voice say, “Come in.”

Pushing down on the handle, Sean slowly opened the door and saw not one, but two people sitting in the office. Behind the generic, fake wooden teacher's desk was Coach Benson: a burly man in his mid forties, sporting a graying beard and fading, but ever present muscle. Nearest to Sean however, sitting in one of the plain plastic chairs was someone he had never seen before. The young man was rather well dressed, in a tie and slacks. He looked to be in his mid-twenties and was packed with the muscle of a fullback. Sean could not have hit a better jackpot if he could say so himself.

Finally getting through and letting go of the door, it shut it self with a startlingly loud bang. Though the young man shook at the sound, Coach Benson was not phased by it, having heard that sound too many times before. Sean just looked at both the young football player and the Coach with greed. He didn't know what to say; he hadn't really thought about it. Both of them were staring up at Sean, waiting for him to say something, and the Coach was getting impatient. Peering over his messy desk of unevenly stacked papers, he boomed in a firm voice, “What can I do for you?”

Without saying a word, Sean moved himself in between the seated young man and the Coach's desk. The office may have been small, but it wasn't all that cramp were he was standing. Although, it was about to get a lot smaller for one of them.

Benson's view of his guest was blocked by where Sean was standing, this and his refusal to answer his last two questions irritated him even further. Standing up rather quickly, the coach demanded, “What the hell do you think you are doing? Can you not see that I am in the middle of something? If you can't tell me what you are doing here right now, I am going to have to force you to get out.”

“Force-- eh?” Sean finally said in a indistinguishable tone.

For reasons of his own, this prompted the young man to also stand up a mere couple of feet away from Sean. Something about the child's tone didn't set well with him. Benson on the other hand was not amused, as made obvious by his reddening face. Sean looked at the young man first, sizing up his prey. Though the man was wearing a red button down shirt and tie, Sean could see all that muscle just sitting there, bulging from underneath his clothes, and he wanted it.

Without warning, Sean launched his hand out and grabbed the young man by the throat. An easy task since the young man was about a head shorter than Sean. Quickly snapping his head over to the Coach, he seized the old man's thick arm instead. It had all happened so fast, that neither of them had had time to react to what was happening. How could either of them know that they were about to give Sean a double dose of muscle to his already bolstering frame.

Both men tried to pull away but found themselves stuck to Sean's hands. However, all of them did notice something else. Although none of them could get a great look at the source, all of them were being basked in a shimmering white glow. Sean knew that it must be the crystal, and although confused as to why this had never happened before, he really didn't care because he could already feel it beginning.

As the transformation began, Sean was quickly overwhelmed by the power of what he was feeling. This was nothing like before. The sensation was much more powerful and intense than it had been with the boy in the locker room. He could literally feel these two men's muscle crawling all over him and into his skin. Little ripples under Sean's skin gave the appearance that it had come to life, when it was in fact all of his muscles bracing themselves for the massive upgrade they were about to receive.

As the middle aged coach and the young man's muscle flowed out of their bodies and into Sean's, both of them rapidly deflated in size. Much like a popped balloon, their clothes quickly caved into their dwindling frames. Sean, on the other hand, was grunting with a primal rage as his body quickly began to expand and inflate with more muscle than he had ever had before. Every single ribbon of muscle grew twice as large as it had been a moment earlier in a matter of seconds, and they were still getting bigger. His clothes quickly tightened all around his body. Sean could feel bristles of his chest hair lodge in the fabric of his shirt as it stretched tighter and tighter across. His legs forced his jeans to wrap incredibly uncomfortably around them. Even his package was beginning to hurt, forced between the tightening fabric and unrelenting muscle.

Sean grunted even louder as another wave of strength washed into him. His eyes burned with the red of the crystal. Though it was only a reflection of the light on his hazel eyes, to the young man and Benson, it a the fire of evil. As this supposed fire burned in his eyes, something even more incredible started to happen. Sean's muscles had become so tightly packed onto his body that each of them were running out of room to grow. To compensate for this, his legs expanded in all directions, forcing his meaty thighs to grind against the coach's desk. Sean's arms were forced to grow longer as well, trying to accommodate all the muscle they were receiving. This, in turn had pinned the thinning man against the wall and slid the Coach back through his seat. As a result of his 'extra' growth, Sean's head reached many inches closer to the ceiling.

Since his muscle intake hadn't stopped and his boy could no longer accommodate all the muscle it was packing on, his body had grow even larger, giving those rippling chords even more room to expand. Feeling his muscles grow like this was incredible, tightening and thickening with power. However, Sean could hear his clothes quickly giving way under their strength. His shirt was first to go, ripping straight down an inhumanly thick, wooly mammoth like chest. Shortly after, his pants also shredded at every seam. His calves exploded through the confines of his cuff, just as his thighs were doing above. And the moment the crystal left contact with Sean's body and fell to the floor with his shredded clothing, the light dimmed again and Sean's growth came to an end.

Completely overwhelmed by what had just happened, Sean instinctually let go of his two victims, letting them both fall to the floor. Sean stood there, hunched over, breath rather heavily. Both Benson and the young man on the other hand laid completely delirious on the floor. The young man was twisted around Sean's feet and unforgiving legs while Benson had sunken behind his now partly crumpled desk.

As Sean stood their, trying to refocus himself, he could feel all the strength he now possessed coursing through his body like a drug. Every muscle on his body bulged so large that all of them rubbed harshly against each other. His back rippled with a mountain range of muscle, divided by the deepest valley. His chest, though hanging towards the floor, was still tight as ever. Sean's whole body was packed with muscle and filled with their strength.

Finally straightening himself back up, he could only further admire what he had become. Though it was difficult to move his hands around his body, he was able to entwine his fingers in the hair on his stomach, feeling up the tremendous eight pack that he was wearing. Each bulge were larger than coke cans and were twice as tough. Rubbing his stomach, tickling his fingers a little, he grinned with satisfaction.

As he looked around the room, that was when he noticed that he had gotten taller. Though it had only been about three inches, it was enough to see the difference. Then suddenly, the image of him grabbing the crystal outside came to mind. Where was that rock?

Looking at his feet, although they were obscured from sight by his humongous, rounded pecs, he saw a glow coming from the litter of his clothes on the floor. Bending back over, he searched through the pile until he found his pants. A hole was all that remained of the pocket holding the crystal only a few minutes ago. Throwing the useless fabric aside, he finally saw the crystal lying on the floor. As he picked it up and held it, he could have sworn that he heard something. Though it was almost inaudible, it sounded like a couple of high pitched moans overlaping. Sean dismissed the sound, just glad that he found the crystal.

Standing back up, he turned for the door. Pulling at the handle, he quite nearly snapped off the metal bar. This pleased Sean. And although he wore nothing more than shoes a size too small for him, he began to try getting out of the office. This proved to be a more difficult task than he imagined it would be.

Clutching the shinning crystal in one hand, he turned his body and tried to slide outside ways. He was far too wide to make it out straight ahead like he had entered. But as he tried to slide his body through, it became stuck on his right pec. The crest was so high off his body that it jammed itself into the door frame. It wouldn't relent since it was so tight even when it wasn't being flexed. What's more was that his right butt cheek was also jamming into the other side of the door frame.

Sean was stuck in the door and it was all because of his chest and his ass. Unwilling to accept defeat, Sean grunted as he tried to force his body out of the office. He felt the metal relentlessly rubbing against his chest and ass, but still he persisted. If he had been only a little larger, he may not have been able to escape the office by any way other than crawling.

Finally, with one last grunt, he was able to fling himself free of the metal archway. Though he had succeeded in getting through, he could feel a couple of chest hairs rip from his pad of fur as he finally made it through.

Looking back into the office, Sean saw that his two donors hadn't stood back up yet. They were still delirious from what had happened. As the door shut, however, Sean called out in a deep, resonating voice, “Thanks coach, I needed that.” Turning away from the office, Sean boomed down the hallway, not noticing that the crystal had changed. It shinned a little brighter, and glowed with an angry shade of red that it never had before.

To be continued...



Needless to say, I was honored, though suprised to see the little debate on my last post. It thrilled me to read your theories about what had happened and what has comming next. Although this part doesn't answer a lot of question, it definatly has an interesting progression for all involved. Again, I hope all of you enjoy it and I look foward to reading more of your comments and theories. Thanks again!

[skumbum]

First to comment!

[gb123]

Originally Posted by skumbum

First to comment!

And yet you didn't make a comment :S

Another great chapter, still disappointed you didn't spend any time regarding his man package, oh well, good read non the less, keep em coming.

[chocomus]

I liked when he got stuck at the door. And i have to agree (just a bit)with the post before this, but it's ok this way too. i liked it. There is still so much mystery... so many... possibilities...

[Ender]

I didn't foresee Sean going after some one in a confinded space with out witnesses and protential new keepers for the crystal, but it did remove it's self from the pocket, but it had no way to escape the coaches office, suggesting that it does want a new keeper but is it that because you only get two shots with it or it wants to stop its being misused by its current keeper... My hunch is still will it wanting to remove its self from Sean and may be looking to rid its self of Sean in a different way then escape.

[gb123]

Hmmm i would imagine the crystal wants to be used as the light is becoming brighter which indicates that the crystal is becoming more powerful aswell.

It didn't try to escape it was simply in the pocket of his jeans which happened to shread off him whilst he was growing.

[Ender]

Originally Posted by gb123

Hmmm i would imagine the crystal wants to be used as the light is becoming brighter which indicates that the crystal is becoming more powerful aswell.

It didn't try to escape it was simply in the pocket of his jeans which happened to shred off him whilst he was growing.

Well, I am making the assumption the the crystal isn't intended to be harmful or dangerous wherever it belong, and wherever that is it's not here. Maybe the bright light means it's battery is nearly dead, or getting ready to self destruct or overload... if it is trying to attach attention my guess is that some thing bad is going to happen and it's blinking the "Call Key Operator" light


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Looking at his feet, although they were obscured from sight by his humongous, rounded pecs, he saw a glow coming from the litter of his clothes on the floor. Bending back over, he searched through the pile until he found his pants. A hole was all that remained of the pocket holding the crystal only a few minutes ago. Throwing the useless fabric aside, he finally saw the crystal lying on the floor. As he picked it up and held it, he could have sworn that he heard something. Though it was almost inaudible, it sounded like a couple of high pitched moans overlapping. Sean dismissed the sound, just glad that he found the crystal..

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.?

Both describe the shred of pant leg with the pocket as having a large hole where something had burst out of the pocket and suggest that the crystal was not with the remains of the clothes... if you think about how pants would shred its likely that the panel around the pocket would shred away from other potions of the pants and remain attached to the waist band the pocket and material over it would remain intact an the crystal would remain in the pocket. And the shredded remains would collect with in a couple of feet of where the burster was standing...

I rather doubt that Sean would have the nerve to crawl up with in a couple feet of the guy that just sucked his two pals dry to snag a shiny rock... so somehow the crystal burst of the pocket before the pants were reduced to tatters and landed with in easy reach of Sean... The same thing happened in the coaches office but in the closed confounded Space it couldn't go very far...

The crystal is actively trying to lose its self during the second transference

Ender

[chocomus]

I'm starting to think about that cristal the same as with the main ring in "The Lord of the Rings"

[skumbum]

I have to agree with gb123, I don't think we've seen the rock exhibit any conscious intelligence yet... In both cases, if the guys stretched their jeans so tight that they would rip off, their quads definitely could force the rock through the pocket fabric too. Especially if it's as big or bigger than a golf ball... or pointy... It's just physics

However, I disagree with gb123 in that I think this chapter is as good as or better than it would've been if it spent a page describing Sean's package. my2c

[Ender]

I don't suggest it's intelligent any more than a Passive Infrared Light switch that turns on the light for you when walk into a room and off after you leave is intelligent...

Only that it is sensitive to it's environment as reacts to changes in it... in a repeatable manner

Ender

[skumbum]

I agree. On to the next chapter! -------------------->

[skumbum]

P.S., I guess by intelligence I meant preference...?

[gb123]

Originally Posted by skumbum

However, I disagree with gb123 in that I think this chapter is as good as or better than it would've been if it spent a page describing Sean's package. my2c

Didn't want to hear a page on it, but if a guy transformed infront of me in the same way as that, i would sure as hell be looking at his cock aswell as his muscle LOL, especially if that had grown in proportion with his muscle.

[sexiscriptor]

Originally Posted by gb123

And yet you didn't make a comment :S

Another great chapter, still disappointed you didn't spend any time regarding his man package, oh well, good read non the less, keep em coming.

being a total homo, i like to read

Originally Posted by nightwolf285

Even his package was beginning to hurt, forced between the tightening fabric and unrelenting muscle.

as pandering to exactly that interest

And everyone? You're taking this way too seriously. I refuse to engage any of this nonsense of yours; feel free to enjoy and explore the possibilities, but must we confer them upon eachother with such...ferocity?


Oh well; anyway -
n-wolf, baby! what a glorious story! You know me too well--giving sean, of all people, that stone? That would have been like making that "another boy" at the end of gym class be "Ryan", the bully (which would have honestly made me cum again, cuz he was such an asshole, making him hella hot, of course; and of course the only thing that could make him hotter is if he were BIGGER )
Nevertheless, another fabulous story from one of my favorite people No fair--i've nothing to give you for all you've given me, you're such a doll--pity i have to go clean myself off, again!
~Chris, I'm such a homo sometimes :P

[sexiscriptor]

as for the intelligence/perceptiveness of the rock; is it not possible that it's just burning its way out of the pocket?
or that n-wolf, darling he may be, is more interested in writing a fun, kinky growth story than an analytically stable masterpiece.....?

oh my goodness!! whoddathunkit!?
~ille, random amarity :P

[mc802]

Great story man. Can't wait to read more. Don't stop yet!

[JohnNewEngland]

Fantastic chapter, dude. I can't wait to see where you go with this beautifully written story. It's sexy and brutal and a phenomenal read. Good work.

[skumbum]

I agree.

[skumbum]

Same here.

[Ender]

Originally Posted by sexiscriptor

as for the intelligence/perceptiveness of the rock; is it not possible that it's just burning its way out of the pocket?
or that n-wolf, darling he may be, is more interested in writing a fun, kinky growth story than an analytically stable masterpiece.....?

oh my goodness!! whoddathunkit!?
~ille, random amarity :P

Well, the crystal was never described a hot or even warm just that it glowed... and no one gave the crystal a "command" to activate the muscle transfer. So... it must have sensed something... and it not just proximity, it seems to act when the people involved are in some type of conflict...

We need more information and we'll only get that with the next installment...

Ender