Danny Gets Big: Part 1

[NYCBlackMuscle]

When I read the Sugar Packets story recently reposted on here it jogged a memory so I checked my hard drive and came across this story I wrote a ways back. I think it was posted a couple places in the past but here it is if anyone would like to read it now.

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The following work of fiction portrays men in a sexual situation. Please do not read any further if you are not interested in stories written for auto-erotic purposes, if you are not of legal age, or if it is illegal for you to read sexually explicit material in this format or through this medium.

All characters in this work are fictional. As such, they are immune to any and all types of infectious diseases, including the AIDS virus. You are not fictional and thus are not immune. Act accordingly or risk having some brainless disease write the ending of your life story for you.

Copyright 1997 by [email protected]

Table of Contents
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4

Danny Gets Big: Part 1

Danny sat at the kitchen table and studied the brown paper packets that lay in an untidy pile on the tablecloth. They were each about an inch square and looked like the sugar packets his father put in his coffee but without anything printed on them. If that crazy old woman was to be believed they would make him a man among men or something like that.

Sitting there in the kitchen with the Saturday morning sunlight streaming through the window it was strange to think that less than an hour before, for the first time in his life, he had actually done something heroic. Heroism was just not something that came naturally to Danny, but then he would have been the first to admit that he was more comfortable using his mind than his body. At 20 years old he was just under six feet tall but weighed in at a paltry 155 pounds. His father never tired of telling him that he?d always dreamed that his only child would one day be a football star like his old man, and the fact that Danny had made the Dean?s List at Hammond State for three straight semesters hardly made up for the disappointment.

Still, something had possessed him earlier that day when walking home from the library he had spotted an old woman slowly making her way across the street oblivious of the speeding truck bearing down on her. Without a thought he had snatched her out of the way just before the truck, horn blaring, roared through the spot where she had been and off down the street. Danny had helped the old woman to the curb and then collapsed onto it himself as he his adrenaline rush subsided and he realized that he could have been killed.

It was only then that the old woman pushed the unkempt, gray hair away from her face and regarded him with steely blue eyes that looked far too young for her gnarled visage. She let out a dry chuckle then spoke.

?You?ve saved me, lad, and given me a debt to repay at the same time.? Her voice, like her eyes, seemed younger then the bent shape it belonged to, and though she had an accent Danny couldn?t begin to guess where it originated.

She reached into the folds of her clothes and brought out a brown paper bag, creased and folded as if from years of use. She held it out to him and when he hesitated she said, ?Take it, boy. They?ll give you what you want, make you the man you?ve always wanted to be. And they?ll see to it that you get the other men you want, too.?

He would have refused but something in those eyes told him not to so he gingerly took the bag from her. Having apparently repaid her debt she chuckled once more and set off leaving Danny sitting on the curb. After a few seconds he got the courage to look inside the bag and saw what appeared to be sugar packets stolen from some coffee shop. He started to laugh but then remembered those steely eyes and quickly glanced up the street but she had disappeared from sight. With a frown he got up off the curb and hurried home.

Crazy old lady, he thought as he picked up one of the packets from the table and tore it open. The white powder inside looked somewhat like sugar but finer than the table variety he was used to. Of course it was stupid to think that anything could happen but maybe?

For once Danny didn?t allow himself to think but instead went to the cupboard for a glass which he filled at the sink. He mixed in the contents of one of the packets and watched it dissolve, leaving what looked to be an ordinary glass of water. Despite his resolve he hesitated a moment, but before he could have second thoughts he picked up the glass and downed the contents.

When he was done he stood there for a moment feeling a little foolish. It had tasted like water mixed with sugar and a voice in the back of his head assured him that?s exactly what it had been. Idiot, he called himself, then set the glass in the sink and headed for his room. Danny got halfway down the hallway when he suddenly began to feel dizzy. He stopped and stood there swaying for a moment but as quickly as the dizzy spell came it was gone. Not daring to think anything could be happening he continued to his bedroom noting as he entered that the room seemed to be awfully warm. Between his bed and his computer table was a closet with a full length mirror on the door. He stopped and looked at himself in the mirror just as a strange feeling began to come over his body.

It had been warm when he left for the library that morning so he was only wearing a T-shirt and khaki shorts that came down to his knees. For an instant all he could focus on was the thin arms and legs that protruded from his clothes, testament to the fact that he was not the athletic stud his big, beefy father had always wanted for a son. But even as he lamented that fact he began to realize that it wasn?t the room that was hot, it was himself. He felt almost feverish and though that meant he must be sick he felt fine, great even. In moment the warm feeling had spread from his torso throughout the rest of his body. For a second he thought his eyesight must even have been affected but when he blinked and looked more closely into the mirror he was amazed to see that his image was beginning to change.

His shoulders were broadening, which seemed impossible, but he could see with his own eyes how his T-shirt began to tighten across the top of his torso. In a moment he realized it was not just his shoulders growing larger but his chest too as his pecs began to expand underneath the shirt. He tore his eyes from the mirror and looked down at his body which had suddenly gone wild with impossible growth. His once flat chest was expanding outwards before his eyes. He brought his hands up to feel his burgeoning pecs and was awestruck to see that his forearms were widening too. Following his arms up past his elbows he could see that his biceps were also growing, already almost filling the once loose sleeves of his T-shirt. With a cry of mixed surprise and fear he grabbed the shirt at his waist and pulled it over his head.

Once again looking in the mirror he was astounded to see that his previously skinny torso was seemingly twice as big as before and still growing. His neck was swelling, no longer a thin shaft connecting an over large head to sloped shoulders but a thickening column of muscle. His shoulders seemed to be growing ever wider, while his deltoids were becoming developed and rounded. His biceps and triceps were rippling with newfound power and when he brought his arms up to flex them they looked like the arms of one of the football player at college. His pecs looked like slabs of growing meat under his skin with an ever enlarging valley appearing between them. His back was growing noticeably wider and his triceps felt the unfamiliar thrust of his lats forcing his arms out from the side of his body. His waist seemed to be the only part of his body that was not broadening but his stomach muscles were rolling and bunching under his skin, developing to an extent he never dreamed possible.

With his attention centered on his rapidly expanding upper body it was a shock when he glanced lower in the mirror and saw that the legs of his shorts were now filled to bursting with massive, new thighs. With a start he realized he must be growing upwards too because the shorts were no longer down to his knees but cut into his ripped quadriceps further up his legs. Even as he watched he realized they were becoming uncomfortably tight and quickly pulled them down his legs and stepped out of them. Now clad only in his already too tight jockey shorts he got a full view of his powerhouse legs, from his thickening quads and hamstrings down to his calves which for the first time in his life were actually discernible, jutting out of the back of his lower legs.

The growth didn?t seem to be stopping and Danny would have been happy to ogle his new torso and legs but his attention was now caught by the growing bulge in his shorts. Turning sideways he could see that his ass was already higher, tighter and rounder than before but that view also showed that his crotch stuck out far more than he?d ever noticed in the past. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of his underwear and with some effort pealed them down over his thighs and stepped out of them. Once naked he saw that the muscle growth he was experiencing was also reflected in his dick and balls which were thicker, longer and hung lower than ever before. Almost afraid, he hefted them with his hands, amazed at their new weight and size.

The growth continued for perhaps another twenty or thirty seconds and then suddenly stopped. Danny stood naked in front of the mirror, running his hands over his bulging chest and rock hard arms, reveling in the washboard feel of his abs. With a shudder, his dick began to expand and with an audible gasp he grabbed it with his hands as it rose and began to point skyward. He couldn?t believe that he could fit both hands on the shaft and still see the shiny, purple head beyond his grasp.

It was too fucking much, Danny thought, and decided he had to know how big he actually was. He walked to the door to the hallway, amazed that his legs were so much larger they forced him to swagger as he strode out of the room and into the bathroom next door. He stepped on the scale and saw it quickly shoot past 150, where it had always stopped before, and only come to rest at 248 pounds. He couldn?t believe it. Almost 100 pounds of pure muscle in a matter of minutes. [/COLOR][COLOR=Silver]

[/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver]He glanced into at the mirror over the sink overcome with joy. Even his face looked different, fuller and more mature with all of his blemishes completely wiped away. It was the face and body of one of the studs he lusted over in the bodybuilding magazines and it was all his. Admiring his new body in the bathroom mirror, his hands still on his hard dick, he gave silent thanks to the not-so-crazy old woman with the steely, blue eyes. Whatever he had done for her this was better repayment than he could have hoped for.

He was so turned on by his massive new body that he couldn?t stop himself from jerking his huge dick with his right hand while his other hand massaged his mammoth right pec and nipple. He could have gotten off just staring at his new muscle but at that moment he heard the doorbell ring. For an instant a panicked look crossed his face as if guilty of some crime but then he relaxed as he realized that he hadn?t done anything wrong. In fact, he had obviously done something very right and been rewarded for it.

It only took a moment?s thought to realize who must be at the door. On Saturday mornings he tutored Mark Wilcox, a senior fullback on the football team, in math and chemistry. With a smile replacing the look of concern on his face he imagined Mark?s expression when the door was opened by a huge muscle stud rather than the geeky nerd he expected. Up to this time Danny had always dreamed that the hunky athlete would take the opportunity during one of their sessions to slam his math book shut and force his tutor to service his built body and demanding dick. It looked like that little fantasy was going to be turned around.

[mlbjock]

I remember this story. Was always one of my favorites. Thanks for posting it again.

[growinmuscl]

Agreed, love this story. Thanks for reposting/reminding of this classic.

[sexiscriptor]

I remember this story, and I remember really loving it; I'll hafta check the other parts you've posted, but I always remember wishing there were at least one more chapter--i mean i think people of all walks of life are dying to see what becomes of the father

one thing that somewhat bothered me was (SPOILER!!! XD)
that mark--who started much bigger than danny--is described to have arrived at about the same size as danny after taking the same number of packets....part of me wanted, and still wants ;p, him to outsize danny for a bit hehe ;p
~ille