Second Puberty (Part 5)

[Jaypat]

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-FIVE-

Geoff and I spent the next couple of hours going over his physics homework. He really wasn’t dumb. All I pretty much had to do was relate physics to football, and then he got it. There’s a lot of physics in football. Of course, that method had its drawbacks. For instance: I would begin explaining inertia by telling him to imagine a football sitting on the ground and that its inertia had to be overcome before it could move anywhere. Then I would explain how a kick provided the necessary energy to overcome the inertia. That would be his cue to launch into a story about the latest game-winning (or losing) punt and it would be a little time before we could get back to physics.

But by the end of our session, he had enough of a grasp of the subject that I wasn’t worried about him passing his test. I got up to go, but he stopped me.

“Is that the only shirt you’ve got now?”

I looked down. I was wearing his shirt again; the one he gave me yesterday. It was still a little loose, but I was starting to fill it out. My own shirts had been getting kind of tight and after my latest gain in size, I was pretty sure they wouldn’t fit me at all anymore. Not to mention my pants. They were kind of baggy still, but the cuffs were now up above my ankles.

“I’m going shopping with my mom tonight,” I said.

“Come with me,” he said.

I followed him up to his attic. There were a couple of boxes of clothes up there. Apparently, when he had gone through his own natural growth spurt, he had grown so quickly, he had never worn any of his clothes more than a month or two before they had to be replaced. His mom kept meaning to take them over to the Salvation Army but she had never gotten around to it.

“There’s no point in your buying new clothes you’re going to outgrow in a couple of days,” he said. “Help yourself.”

“Thanks.” I looked through the boxes and selected a couple more shirts and a couple of pairs of pants. I chose the looser, baggier styles. I tried them on and they seemed to fit pretty good. They also hid my body pretty well—but not completely. There was no completely hiding the swell of my chest and my broadening shoulders. But I fiddled with the shirt trying my best to deemphasize them.

“You know,” said Geoff, “you’re only going to be able to hide this thing for so long. Pretty soon now, people are going to start noticing, and then no overlarge shirt is going to hide you.”

“I know,” I said. Actually it was an obvious and uncomfortable truth, and I had been avoiding facing it. How would people react? Kids my age usually didn’t have growth spurts like this. Hell, nobody had growth spurts like this. Would they think I was a freak? In a way, I guess I was. “I’m just not ready to deal with that yet.”

I decided to wear one set of the new clothes home and I folded up the other set and put them in my backpack, along with my old pants and the original shirt Geoff had given me. They really needed to be washed.

Geoff walked me to the door, and, as I was leaving, asked a particularly interesting question. “So, are you coming over tomorrow or what?”

“I don’t know. I think you’re pretty much ready for that test.”

“I guess. But there are one or two things I wouldn’t mind going over again.”

From the way he said it, I was pretty sure he wasn’t talking about physics. He flashed me that grin of his, the one the girls all whispered about in the backs of classrooms. It wasn’t cocky or anything. It was full of boyish good humor, as if we were sharing a private joke that only the two of us knew about. And there was just a hint of sheepishness to it. It was one hell of a grin, and I could have stared at it for hours. I was sure it did a much better job of attracting people than all the pheromones I could pump out. I couldn’t imagine anybody could resist that charismatic grin shining out from that near-perfect face. But self doubt still ruled me, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to go down that road.

“I don’t know,” I said. “A lot has been happening to me lately and I sort of feel I need a little time to get used to it. If you know what I mean?”

“Yeah,” he said and as his grin faded it was like a cloud moved in front of the sun. “Ok. See you in school tomorrow,” he said.

I could tell he wasn’t very happy about my answer.

“Ok,” I said. Then I left.

As I was peddling away from Geoff’s, my mind was all over the place. I kept thinking about Geoff, my latest growth spurt and how it would affect Joe, and what was the story with Professor Grant? And I guess I was pretty lucky not to be hit by a car. But I did notice something I thought was a little strange. There was a guy sitting in his car across from Geoff’s house reading the newspaper. I guess I noticed it because I read the newspaper pretty regularly; and when I did, I liked to have the whole thing spread out in front of me; over a table or the floor in my room. Reading a newspaper in a car seemed like it would be an awkward and uncomfortable experience. It was a quick impression and a quicker thought and about thirty seconds later I had completely forgotten I’d had it, mostly because I was distracted by my body.

As I peddled, I realized my knees were bending too much. I would have to raise the seat on my bike. That was a strange thought. I hadn’t had to do that for years.

Then there were my new muscles. I could feel them under my clothes moving against the cloth, like a kind of thick padding. As I rode, I tensed and relaxed my upper body, feeling it bulge up against my shirt. I liked the sensation. It was hot.
And then there was the hill on Sycamore Street, it was fairly steep and my legs always ached by the time I got to the top. Not this time. I flew right up it and was at the top almost before I knew it. And then I realized I hadn’t even changed gears.
I doubled my speed for the rest of the trip, and when I got home my legs weren’t the slightest bit tired and I wasn’t even winded. I was feeling a little jazzed about the whole thing when I hopped off my bike.

Then I noticed him. There was a guy sitting in a car across the street, reading a newspaper. It wasn’t the same guy, or even the same car, but I couldn’t believe it was a coincidence. I guess I must have been staring at him and when he looked up and saw me, he started the car and drove off. Was somebody watching me? If so, who could it be and why? These thoughts were still buzzing around in my head along with thoughts of Geoff and Joe and Professor Grant, when I walked into the kitchen.
As soon as my mom saw me, she was instantly concerned. First, she noticed I had grown again and wanted to know if I was feeling alright, if the growing hurt at all. I told her I had never felt better, and that the growing wasn’t painful at all—but I left it at that. Then she wanted to know about the fight. She’d already spoken with my dad, but she wanted the whole story from me. I told her everything, pheromones and all.

When I was done, she got kind of silent. “I can see there’s more to tell,” she said “But maybe it should wait until tonight. We’re having another family meeting.”

A feeling of dread stole over me. “Did Joe call it?”

“Both Joe and your sister made a request.” Ok, this wasn’t good.

“Do I have to be there?” I asked.

“I’m afraid so,” she said. And that was it. My fate was sealed. This was going to be ugly, but there was no way out of it.
Dinner was more than an hour away and I had a ton of homework to do. But I had to find somewhere to do it. No way was I going to my room. I couldn’t deal with Joe. I didn’t want to risk the family room either. My sister, Kelsey could show up at any time, and I couldn’t handle that either. There was only one place left: the basement.

Knapsack in hand, I turned on the light and headed down the stairs. It was still pretty dark down there. I wasn’t sure the single bare light bulb would give off enough light for me to read by. When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I was a little surprised by what I found. Amidst the storage boxes and other junk, there was a mattress on the floor with a pile a blankets on top. Who had put that there? Oh well, any port in a storm. If I was going to have to study in the basement, I might as well be comfortable.

I sat down on the mattress. Man, it was lumpy. No wonder someone had shoved it in the basement. “Bro, you’re sitting on my hand.” I jumped up and pulled the top blanket away.

“What the fuck, Joe?” I asked in amazement as I uncovered my younger brother’s face.

“I’m not moving back,” he said.

“Moving back? What are you talking about?”

“Didn’t you get my note?”

“What note?”

“The one I left on your desk.”

“I haven’t been up to the room.”

“Oh, I see. You’re avoiding me, now.”

Damn straight. “No, of course not.”

“Right. You always study in the basement,” he said, gesturing to my book laden knapsack.

Crap! He caught me. Better change the subject. “Is this your mattress?”

“Yup. I live here now.”

“In the basement?”

“Yup, the basement. I lie here alone in the dark. It’s better than having to stare at you all the… Jesus, you got even bigger.”

“No.”

“Yes, you did. You got bigger.”

“Maybe a little.”

“Take off your shirt. Let me see.”

I almost did. The truth is I was getting kind of excited about my new body and I wanted to show it off. But there weren’t many people I could even tell about it. Joe was one of the few who knew. He would certainly appreciate the change. The only problem was; he would appreciate it a little too much.

Instead, I sat down on the mattress next to him. “Look, JOE—”

I croaked.

I don’t know how else to put it. When I said “Joe” this noise came out of me that was exactly like a frog croak or a huge belch.

“What was that?” asked Joe.

“I don’t know,” I said. “I must have BURPED.” I did it again.

“Ha ha. Very funny. But you’re not going to distract me making burp noises. Come on, bro, take it off.”

“I’m not making burp noises— Well, maybe I am, but I’m not doing it intentionALLY.”

“This is too weird.”

Ok, he was calling me weird? “Says my brother who lies aLONE in the dark in the basement.” I whipped the blanket off of him. “And you’re naked, too. Why am I not SURprised?”

“It doesn’t bother me to be naked in front of you. I don’t know why you have such a problem being naked in front of me.” I looked around for any sign of his clothes but didn’t see any.

“I’ve got to study,” I said as I grabbed my knapsack and headed for the stairs.

“Where are you going?”

“To our ROOM. Only now I guess it’s my room.”

“You’re coming to the meeting, right?”

“Like I have a choice,” I said as I tromped up the steps.

“Great. I’ll see you there.”

A sudden thought struck me. “You’re not coming NAKed, are you?”

“I could.”

“DON’T.”

I walked out of the basement, slammed the door behind me and ran straight into Kelsey. Great.

“Hey,” she said softly.

“Hi, Kel,” I said, as I tried to step around her, but she blocked me. “I really… I’ve got like a ton of homeWORK…”

“You got taller,” she said, looking me up and down.

“Yeah, I guess I did… a little.” I tried to walk around her again, but she cut me off.

“It looks good on you.”

“Thanks. Ah, Kel, did Mom and Dad tell you what I found out today, about my PHEROmones?”

“Pheromones? No. Is that why you sound funny?”

“Ah, no. That’s something else… at least, I think it’s someTHING else. I don’t really know anymore.” I tried get by her again but she wouldn’t let me. “Could I just get past you…?”

“You’re coming to the meeting tonight, right?”

“Unless the Earth opens up and SWALLows me.”

“Ok, great, I’ll see you there.” She leaned over, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and I slid by her.

I ran up the stairs to my room and slammed the door behind me, quickly locking it. The first thing I noticed was Joe’s empty bed frame. And the second was his note. It was stuck down to my desk top. I don’t know with what. I was afraid to think with what. I picked it up and read it.

I can’t stand living with you anymore. It’s just too painful – literally. My dick is getting raw. I’m moving to where you’ll never find me so don’t bother looking.

P.S. I’ll be back for my clothes later.


Great. Now I could look forward to a visit from Naked Joe, the basement dweller. I crinkled up the note and tossed it in the trash, sat down and at last began to go over my homework. I never thought I would find lab reports such a sweet relief but they succeeded in taking my mind off of Joe, and Kelsey, and a number of other people who had lately been destroying my piece of mind.

When the call for dinner came, I was actually unhappy to leave my homework. But I was also starving, so I closed my books and headed down the stairs to face dinner and whatever would come after.

Much to my relief, Joe did not show up naked. In fact he looked pretty ordinary in Jeans and a T-shirt. A wisp of cobweb stuck in his hair was the only hint of his new subterranean existence.

Kelsey was just as dressed up as she could be. She had to be wearing her best dress and she was all made up as well.
The meal portion of the evening went pretty well. Dinner was great and I ate much more than my fair share. In fact, I was just about the only one eating. Joe and Kelsey barely touched theirs. Oh well, more for me. And thanks to my sustained efforts the serving dishes left the table scraped clean.

But now came the meeting. I braced myself as my Dad stood up.

“I know Joe and Kelsey called this meeting,” he began, “but I would appreciate the opportunity to speak first.”

Joe and Kelsey nodded their permission and my Dad continued.

“As you both know, your brother is going through some changes.”

They nodded.

“One of those changes involves pheromones. A person’s pheromones affect the way he is perceived by others. Your brother’s enhanced pheromones are currently making him irresistibly attractive to many people.”

I could see some confusion on Kelsey’s face, but Joe wasn’t buying any of it.

“It’s just possible that this Professor Grant is developing some kind of counter agent for this pheromone affect. So, if this meeting has been called to discuss any new and unusual attraction you feel toward your brother, let me suggest we postpone it until after this counter agent has been produced.”

“Ok,” said Kelsey, turning a little red.

“Fine,” said Joe, crossing his arms.

Then the two of them looked at each other in shock and surprise. Oh my God, neither of them had known about the other. For the first time they were recognizing each other as rivals. Invisible sparks were flying across the table so fast and furiously I could almost feel the heat of them.

I wonder if my Dad felt them too, because he began to speak again, but this time he was looking at me. “Son, it’s pretty obvious you’ve had another growth spurt, and we can’t help noticing you’ve acquired a new wardrobe. Maybe there’s something you want to tell us.”

Oh boy. How much did I want to tell them and where did I start?

“Well, the clothes ARE Geoff’s.”

“Wait a minute, what’s wrong with your voice?”

“I don’t know. I think I’ve got SOME kind of laryngitis. It’ll probably PASS.”

“If it doesn’t by tomorrow, see a doctor.”

“Ok.”

“So, why are you wearing Geoff’s clothes?”

“He gave them TO me.”

“Why would he do that?”

“He didn’t think I should have to buy clothes I might outGROW in a few days.”

“So, you told him about your growth spurts?”

“I had to. I mean, I grew RIGHT in front of him.”

This statement brought up a chorus of objections and resentments from Joe and Kelsey. “How come you grew in front of him? Why can’t you grow in front of us?” cried Kelsey. “After all, we’re your family—kind of, sort of—well, not really…”

“He grew in front of me,” said Joe. “Well, once—” He threw me a side look. “Almost.”

“Look, I don’t control when I grow,” I protested. “It happens when it hapPENS. And even if I could, it’s not something I really want to put on DISplay.”

“Unless it’s for Geoff,” said Joe.

“For anyone!” I said.

“You’re just being selfish,” said Kelsey.

“It’s your brother’s right to have privacy if he wants it,” said my Dad. “There’s nothing selfish about it.” He turned back to me, “So, I take it you told Geoff all about yourself.”

I nodded. “That I was genetically ENGINeered and I was going through a second puberty.”

“And the pheromones?”

“Ah, no. I sort of left that part out.”

“Why would you do that?”

“I didn’t want to hit him with too much inFORmation. The less I had to tell him the better.”

“But from what you’ve told me, this boy is obviously strongly affected by your pheromones.”

“Maybe. I guess.”

“Wouldn’t it seem important to tell him why he’s feeling what he’s feeling?”

“I don’t know. I SUPpose so.”

“Why would you hold back?”

“Because he’s got the hots for Geoff,” chimed in Joe.

Was that it? Did I not tell Geoff because I wanted him to be attracted to me? Was I afraid that if he knew about my pheromones he wouldn’t be interested in me anymore? It could be. I just didn’t know.

“Is that true?” asked my Dad.

“I don’t know,” I said.

“I think you ought to tell him,” said my Dad. “Whether you’re attracted to him or not, you owe it to him.”

I spent the next few hours blissfully lost in my homework. I didn’t know what I was going to tell Geoff, but while I was solving equations, I didn’t have to think about it.

Around midnight, as I got ready for bed, I thought about what I was going to sleep in. I pulled out one of my old T-shirts but it was uncomfortably tight now, and I usually liked my sleep shirts loose. I didn’t want to wear one of Geoff’s shirts, I only had three of them and I would need them for school. I guess I was stuck sleeping bare chested. And my boxers were on the way out, too. My waste hadn’t expanded much but my shorts no longer slid down over my thighs; they bunched up at the top. I had a feeling boxers weren’t going to be an option for me much longer. I tensed my leg and watched the muscles ripple up under the skin. The sight started to get me a little turned on and the bulge in my crotch began to twitch. I automatically became self conscious and glanced over at Joe’s bed. I wasn’t used to having the room to myself. His empty bed frame confirmed the fact that I was alone now. I could do whatever I wanted.

I walked over to door and locked it. Then I turned to the full length mirror and got a load of myself. I was pretty hot. I just couldn’t get used to the fact that I now had these hard, defined muscles standing out all over my body. I closed my fist and watched the effect as the muscles rippled up and down my arm. I flexed and watched as the bicep bulged up and formed its peek. I ran my fingers over it, feeling the contours and the hardness of my contracted bicep. And another part of me began to get hard.

I ran both hands over my stomach next exploring the crevices and valleys between my rock hard abdominals. And as I did my barn doors parted and my favorite stallion trotted out. One hand went down to stroke him as the other explored the hard mounds that were my pectorals. I felt their solidness, but the nipples, now standing erect, got most of my attention. As I traced my fingers around and around them, chills ran through me and I started to breath heavily.

At first I thought it was normal arousal—and I was really aroused—but it became more pronounced. I don’t know what it was; something about standing there watching my powerful-looking pecs heave in and out was bringing me quickly to a boil. But I was holding back. I wanted to make every second of this last. I began to feel hot and I started to sweat. Suddenly I realized I was going to have a growth spurt. That thought just about sent me through the roof with sexual excitement. I though my dick head would explode at any second but I still managed to hold back. I was waiting, waiting for what was to come.
And then it hit me, that body wide surge of ecstasy. And that fucking feeling just kept getting more and more intense. It just kept fucking building. Fuck! I knew I was about to get bigger. Fuck! And stronger. Oh my fucking God. And I wanted it. Oh fuck! I wanted it bad. Fuck yeah! Oh fuck!

And then—Holy shit it was starting—my biceps—Fuck!—they were swelling up on my arms. Christ! It feels too fucking good! I flexed. They bulged up and—fuck—kept getting bigger! Fuck! And stronger! Oh fuck! And my fucking triceps were growing, too! Holy fuck! And my peeks, my fucking little peeks popped up and up, and fucking doubled in size! My God dam upper arms—Christ!—were fucking bulging out all over with fucking muscles. They were so fucking beautiful!

Now my fucking back! Christ! I could feel it. Oh my God! It was getting fucking wider. I could feel my fucking skin stretching out to make fucking room! I could see it—Shit!—in the fucking mirror pushing out from behind my ribcage. AH HOLY SHIT! My pecs were getting larger and fuller and my fucking shoulders were—Christ!—becoming fucking softballs.

Christ almighty! I was going to fucking die! No one could feel like this and not fucking explode! I heard cloth fucking tearing and looked down. My fucking boxer legs had been ripped apart by my fucking bulging thighs. I grabbed the waste band and ripped them the fuck off me. I stood there completely naked, staring at my heaving muscular form which now completely filled the mirror, and the sensation started to fade. All too quickly it was gone.

I began to calm down. The first thing I noticed was the mess on the mirror. I had cum and not even noticed. The second thing I noticed was my body. It had completely changed. It no longer bore any resemblance to my former self—except for the face. I looked like a fucking junior body builder. I thought I looked hot before. I was nothing compared to this. My hand went right to my dick and it responded in true form. The fact that it had had its own little growth spurt did not go unnoticed.
I began to tense and flex my new muscles in the mirror. Oh my god I was so fucking hot! I came almost immediately and went back for seconds. After a couple of rounds like this I headed for the shower. I felt it was about time I put the whole sexual peak thing to the test. After all, I wouldn’t be seventeen forever.

I must have spent half the night in the shower. Who knows how many times I climaxed. I lost count. It must have been about three in the morning by the time I turned on the shower, cleaned myself off, and then climbed into bed—naked. No sleep ware for me tonight. The feel of my bare body on the sheets was just too fucking sexy.

The alarm went off and I sat up. Wasn’t it a second ago I went to sleep. But daylight was streaming in through the window and I knew it was time to get up. As soon as my feet hit the floor, I felt the difference in my body and was pleasantly reminded of the change I had gone through the night before. My first stop, naturally, was the mirror. I looked really good. And I was pretty sure I was taller, too. But I had to know for certain. I pulled open my closet door and started rummaging around on the shelf. I found what I was looking for all the way in the back. The measuring strip had been taken down and put away years ago, but the nail it had hung on was still in place. I unrolled it and hung it up. I looked at the lions and elephants and other circus animals that were placed in and around the ruler marks. It was here that Joe and I had marked our growth over the years of our childhood. The red marks were mine and the blue marks were his. The last red mark was at five six and the last blue mark was at five ten.

I grabbed a pen—I didn’t have a red one so I just used ordinary black—stood up against the measuring strip and marked my height. I was five fucking nine! Only an inch shorter than Joe. I felt like doing a little dance.

Now, you may think that five nine isn’t much of a height to do a dance over, but you’ve got to understand. I used to check my height every day. When I didn’t grow past five six for about six months, I figured that was it for me and I got really depressed for weeks. It didn’t make it any better when Joe shot past me. I mean I thought I was stuck being a shrimp for life. Now, here I was five nine! Granted, it wasn’t all that tall but I wasn’t a shrimp any more and it’s just not possible to convey the relief I felt.

I started to get dressed. I still had to use my old underwear. I could barely get my boxers to fit up over my thighs now, but I managed it. I pulled on the pair of pants I got from Geoff. Thank God I chose the baggy ones. I was about to put on the shirt when I noticed something on the floor. It was a photo of Joe and me. It must have fallen out of the closet when I pulled out the measuring strip.

It was taken a couple of months ago at his last birthday. The two of us were mugging for the camera and flexing our biceps. Neither of us really had anything to show. I couldn’t believe how thin my arms looked. I flexed my arm now and grinned as the huge bicep swelled up hard and the peek grew out of it. What a difference. Suddenly I had an idea. In the photo, I was wearing my math team t-shirt. I pulled open my T-shirt drawer and rummaged through it. In a second I had it, the same shirt from the photo. I began to pull it on. It was quite a struggle. It was so dam tight. I couldn’t even pull it all the way down. My lower abdominals were clearly visible. My shoulders had gotten so big that the sleeve barely covered my upper bicep.

I stuck the photo to the mirror frame and took another look at it. There we were, grinning away, not even suspecting what dorks we looked like. I was wearing exactly the same shirt. In the photo it hung on me free and easy. But now it could barely contain me. My new body strained against it, pulling it tighter than a drum, each and every muscle clearly defined beneath it. I struck the same pose I had in the photo. My bicep swelled up and my shirt sleeve exploded. It had been completely torn apart except for a couple of shreds of cloth that still clung to that mountain of stony flesh on my upper arm. I started to get hard. I flexed the other arm and destroyed the other sleeve. This was hot. I wondered what the skinny kid in the photo would say if he could see himself just two months later, with a couple of bulging biceps bursting out of his sleeves. I spread my lats and felt the cotton cloth splitting down the center of my back. I was going to cum any second. I dropped my pants. I couldn’t risk staining them.

“You never thought you’d grow out of that shirt, did you?” I said addressing the photo. “Well, let me show you just how wrong you were.” I pulled a most muscular, and my bulging chest, back and shoulders erupted out of the shirt, completely annihilating it. Then I blew.

After it was over I used the shredded, shapeless rag that had once been my t-shirt and wiped up the mess. A slow smile crossed my face. My drawer was filled with t-shirts. I had to do this again.

I had just gotten to the point where I had blown out both my sleeves when I heard Kelsey scream.

I quickly pulled up my pants and rushed out into the hall. Kelsey was standing dressed in her bathrobe in the center of the hallway screaming. It looked like she was covered with blue paint.

“What HAPPened?” I asked. “Are you alRIGHT?”

“Someone put blue dye in my shampoo bottle,” she cried. Then she got a look at me and her mouth dropped open. Before I could think of anything to say, the rest of the family arrived on the scene. At first Joe was laughing and pointing at Kelsey—that is until he saw me. Then his chin hit the floor, too.

Suddenly my blue sister was not the center of attention. It was me with my bulging muscles and my tattered T-shirt.
“I see you’ve grown again,” said my Dad.

“Yeah,” I said shrugging which caused my T-shirt to rip further.

Joe gasped. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m needed in the basement,” he said, as he turned and fled.

“I guess I better go wash this out,” said Kelsey and she quickly disappeared into the bathroom.

“Maybe you should wear something else to school today,” said my Mom and the two of them went back to their room.

Wear something else? I looked down at my body. I know the stuff I got from Geoff was baggy, but it wasn’t going to hide this. Like it or not, people were going to notice I had gotten big. I decided not to worry about it. This is how I was now and if they couldn’t handle it, it was really their problem.

Whatever happened, I had no doubt I was going to have an interesting day at school.


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[arpeejay]

Me oh my! This is quickly becoming my all time favorite teen growth story. He's smart, he's cute, he's sweet, and he's turning into a musclegod! What more could I want?

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I'm not worthy, I'm not worthy!

xoxo

Richard

[MAZIVKAROLY]

Wonderful, gradual build up to the changes going on and the family setting makes it all even more of a "reality" scene. You are doing a great job! Abpve title comment at end should read "phenomenALL" over the place.

[MAZIVKAROLY]

Originally Posted by MAZIVKAROLY

Wonderful, gradual build up to the changes going on and the family setting makes it all even more of a "reality" scene. You are doing a great job! Abpve title comment at end should read "phenomenALL" over the place.

Had a real and second coming here at my own place this morning, thanks to you.

[LipsK]

This series is the best

[muscleboytom]

WOW WOW WOW! Just read through all the parts today of this story and it's great! Love it and hope you continue!

Muscleboytom

[Faust2001]

Thanks for another great chapter! I think Joe's reaction to the whole thing is hilarious. It's great how you write about his parent's try and keep things normal in with all of this radical change in the house.

I can't wait to see how the brain trust reacts in class. I hope Veronica gets to finish what she started. Maybe Geoff can even get in on the action.

[rextorres]

Absolutely LOVED the growth scene... I also LOVED the kid's attitude... It's great! He's a NICE guy who is turning into a Superboy! LOVE IT!

[Jaypat]

Thanks guys, your support is everything. It's the reason why I keep typing away deep into the night when I really should be sleeping.

But, I don't know. Somehow these things seem to come out better when they're written deep in the night...

[sexiscriptor]

fascinating characters, wonderful writing, hot growth, and of course i'm also still in love with geoff. you know--for not being a total douche about things while at the same time being fucking hot :P
keep on keepin on man
~Ille

[michaelv2]

This story keeps getting better and better. Your muse is inspired. Keep it up.

[emsgdh]

This is one of the very best stories that I've ever read.

[Kymuscleboy]

That was AWESOME, just AWESOME! Each chapter of the story gets better and better. I love that you can make the story interesting, funny and intensely sexy at the same time. Thanks so much for forsaking your sleep to write this incredible story, and thanks even more for sharing it with us!

[TheMM]

Originally Posted by Jaypat

I felt it was about time I put the whole sexual peek thing to the test. After all, I wouldn’t be seventeen forever.

Damnit damnit damnit!!! I so totally wanna go through what he's going through. My junior year in HS would have been a flipping blast!

*sighs* I need to make time travel and genetic engineering possible...

[roborans2283]

Great new chapter!!

[skumbum]

Looking forward to part 6!

[Otaru_grower]

Seconding everything else. This is the best written thing here. Your story is wonderful. The characters are everything.

Especially the humor. I liked Joe the basement dweller. Hopefully the young lad will feel better in the next episode.

[Rannen]

Another outstanding chapter. Mmmm.

[fillups44]

As many have already said, another awesome story. The situation, the humor and especially the warmth between characters all set this story apart from virtually every other story on this site.

A real achievement that all of us are savoring! Thanks again for such stellar work!!

[Jaypat]

Thank guys, I'm glad you're enjoyng it. I'm really having a good time writing it. I'm working hard on part 6. I'm going to try and have it up by the weekend but that annoying thing known as real life is working overtime this week to keep me away from my word processor.

[TheMM]

Originally Posted by Jaypat

I'm going to try and have it up by the weekend but that annoying thing known as real life is working overtime this week to keep me away from my word processor.

I hate that uhh...real...life......thing! It keeps us from making MG-based things. Just think of how many more stories/morphs/art/etc there would be without that damned real life.

(Serious statement now) I do admit though, without real life, this site as well as MG in general, would get quite boring after awhile.

[nj.]

It certainly is a nice break from real life, this story!
Carry on

[chocomus]

This is just getting better and better. good job!

[rextorres]

I actually saved all five chapters to one Word document and re-read everything from the beginning again. I'm keeping a copy of this offline so I can read it anytime. What a fun story! Very inspiring!

[monstarmaster]

this story is amazing....I do seldom comment but this post really deserves it...

Keep up the great work

mm

[Ogrebear]

This story keeps getting better and better- you really have hit your stride.

A request please- and one that some people here won't like- don't let our Hero get too big, too freaky. Why? Well I think it would be hotter if he was big, hairy, hunky, etc but not some sort of freaky Teen muscle god superman - after all he's still a Teen! Leave some natural growth for him (even if its on a much higher base level than normal) so we can imgine what he will be like when he's 20, 25, 30.....