Sun Screened Growth

[LukeB]

First story on here. Be gentle on me.







It was such a beautiful day outside. The weatherman on TV had reported that it was one of the best days of the summer so far, and Derrick had an itch to go to the beach.

Too bad he was stuck at work. The warm ocean waters had been calling to him all summer long, and he hadn?t had much of a chance to answer them due to the busy schedule they kept him on. Six days a week lately, and his day off was usually spent catching up on laundry or any other household chores that needed to be completed before the next week began.

But it was his job. He had taken the added responsibility of manager and had no one to blame but himself. The step up in pay was worth it, he told himself when things got tough. And he really did love his job. Having almost full control of a sporting goods store certainly had its perks. He got huge discounts on clothes, supplements and weights, which he needed to continue on his summer program to get in better shape.

Not that he was bad at all. By most guys? standards, Derrick was top notch. He was what any self-conscious male would love to look like. His dressier clothes sprinkled with the store?s logo tried to hide it, but they couldn?t fight the contours of his genuine pectorals and 14.5 inch biceps.

Looking great to others wasn?t what Derrick was concerned about. He wanted to look good in his own eyes, and that required more work, and more size. What he had now was decent, but he wanted more. To really stand out in a crowd. Most of his time off from work each day was spent lifting weights either in the back of the store or at home to achieve his goal. So far it seemed to be working, and he was enjoying the progress.

Derrick took a quick moment to pause and glance down at his watch. ?Just 15 more minutes,? he thought to himself, ?then this employee meeting will be done and I?ll be free.? He looked back up to see his employees? eyes staring back at him. It wasn?t hard to tell they were all thinking the same thing, but corporate rules are rules, and the meeting had to take place. ?Once again, this is to increase our numbers and improve our performance with our customers,? he said matter-of-factly to his staff.

The meeting continued for a few minutes longer than he, and everyone else, had hoped, and when it had ended, his employees breathed a sigh of relief and began to file out of the meeting room. Some had to continue their duties today, like the assistant manager Katie. But he had the remainder of the day off. Sweet release. And he was going to spend it relaxing at the beach, just like had wanted to do all summer.

Derrick grabbed his keys and cell phone from his desk and nearly rushed out of the store without thinking of the one extra item he intended to get. ?Sunscreen, right,? he muttered to himself. He wanted to head straight to the beach, but realized on the way to work he didn?t have anything to protect himself from the sun?s rays. Work would be the perfect place to grab a bottle, and he began looking through some of the back stock in search of what he needed.

Dozens of boxes and crates lined the walls in the back end of the store. Derrick knew the general vicinity of what he was looking for, but finding it was still a pain, and he didn?t really want to waste time searching. He headed toward the ?defective? rack and began to search. Sometimes customers returned items, claiming they were broken or didn?t work properly in order to get their money back. Most times they told the truth, but a few people simply realized too late that they couldn?t afford whatever it was that they just bought and made up an excuse. Just part of the business, he reminded himself.

Some of the items weren?t from customers, however, like expired goods that no one cared to buy or equipment employees broke or found to be broken before they were sold to paying customers. He remembered recently one of his employees had mentioned a half case of sunscreen that no one had touched in years, no matter how much they marked it down. Eventually it was moved to the back, to be tossed out later.

?Ah, there you are,? Derrick said. Sitting in front of him were a few brown bottles of cheaply marked sunscreen heaped in a pile next to a stack of weird spandex workout clothing. He bent over and picked up a bottle, feeling a strange moisture as he picked it up. His eyes moved back to the floor as he stood up and saw that something from the rack had leaked or spilled and spread across the floor just enough to wet the bottom of the bottle he was holding. Grabbing the bottom of his shirt, he wiped the container off and placed it into one of his pockets. ?It?s time to earn myself a tan,? he said, and walked out the back door.

People spread across the beach in every direction he looked. ?I guess everybody else had today off too,? he said. Casually he shrugged and headed for a changing booth. He didn?t really mind lots of people. It just meant more opportunities to show off his hard work, and he really didn?t mind showing off. Derrick had confidence, and people around him felt it. He stripped his shirt off inside the changing booth and crumpled it into his bag. Looking down, he smiled at the definition his upper body had. Lean and muscular, he had a pronounced chest and a nice set of washboard abs. He slowly let his fingers run over the bumps and ridges of his stomach and took satisfaction in every one of them.

Next, he pulled off his pants and boxer briefs underneath, shoved them in the bag and took out a pair of blue Speedo shorts he had purchased the year before. He stepped each foot into them and pulled them up, stopping slightly as he adjusted his package as to not create an obscene bulge. Like his musculature, Derrick knew he was above average in the crotch department too, which only helped fuel his confidence. Snapping the waistband to his side, he remarked to himself about how the shorts felt a bit tighter this year and that he would probably have to buy new ones soon ? a thought that made him smile even more.

Reaching into his bag one last time, Derrick pulled out the sunscreen he got at work and opened the top. He sniffed it slightly. It smelled all right. It smelled like sunscreen. He shook his head at the thoughts that it would be anything different and began gently rubbing the lotion across his chest and arms. He tried to cover as much of his back as he could, but eventually gave up. All that remained were his legs and he was set to relax and enjoy the warmth and sounds of the glorious beach. The smell of saltwater was driving him crazy, and in his rush to get outside and enjoy the day, he shook the bottle of sunscreen harder than necessary, shooting a huge glob of it onto his hand, through his fingers, and landing right on his crotch.

?Shit!? Derrick looked down and saw the large white splatter on his blue shorts and groaned. How so much of it had missed his hand and landed on the only clothed part of his body was beyond his comprehension. Murphy?s Law.

?Fucking great,? he said foully as he tried to get as much off as he could. Unfortunately, a large spot remained on the front of his shorts from where the fabric absorbency and the force of the shot had soaked through. He tried to cover it up by spreading a bit more around, as gross as it felt, but at least the coloring evened out and it was far less noticeable. Derrick grumbled a bit, angrily tossed the remaining sunscreen into his bag and grabbed a towel. He opened the door and stepped out into the warm sunshine.

Looking around, he found a clear spot on the beach and decided it would be as good as any other space. His towel spread out evenly across the sand as he laid it down and sat on top of it. Glancing around, he noticed a couple girls looking his way and checking him out. He nodded in the direction of one of them as she shyly turned away. ?That girl totally wants me,? he thought to himself. ?Too bad.?

With that, he laid down on his back, put his arms to his sides, and dozed off as the sounds of people chattering and the ocean roaring relaxed him.

It wasn?t long before his relaxation was disturbed, however. Derrick was woken up by a tight feeling around his waist. He snorted slightly, opening his eyes and adjusting to the bright sunlight filling the sky. His gaze moved down toward his shorts to see what was causing them to feel awkward. To his surprise, they looked like they had shrunk. ?Maybe it was the sunscreen,? he thought to himself, noticing that his dick was now outlined pretty visibly through the fabric. It also looked? bigger? He shook his head and convinced himself that it was the dreariness and the heat playing tricks on him, but he wasn?t about to let a little crotch show-and-tell ruin his one day off at enjoying the beach. He flipped over to his stomach and dozed back off again.

A half hour passed before Derrick was awoken once again. The shorts were continuing to bother him, and this time it was much worse. It felt like the fabric was cutting into his legs and his cock was cramped for space. He tried to adjust himself and the shorts for a few minutes, but it was no use. They were shrinking and he had to take care of the matter before it cut off all circulation to his legs. He slowly stood up and grabbed his towel and bag from the ground, glancing down and cursing at the shorts for ruining all his fun.

That?s when he saw the change. He was wrong. The shorts weren?t shrinking. He looked bigger. Much bigger. His legs looked wider than he remembered them being and his dick was?

?Jesus?,? he whispered to himself, eyeing the newfound bulge in his shorts. He knew what his cock looked like. He?d seen it all his life. This wasn?t his cock. This was something more. Something dangerous.

He wrapped the towel around his waist as fast as he could and quickly walked toward his car. Upon grabbing the door handle, he looked down at his bicep and noticed that it, too, looked different. Not the same difference that his meaty member had undergone, but it looked noticeably different. He stared at it for a couple seconds, glanced around to see a few people eyeing him suspiciously, and got into his car, grabbing the keys from his bag and thrusting them into the ignition.

The drive home was torture. Fifteen miles wasn?t far for him, but the shorts were beginning to cut in more and more. He felt like they should rip at any moment. In fact, he hoped they would, but they never seemed to. They just became tighter and more uncomfortable as he drove. He didn?t dare remove the towel. After seeing what was hiding within the confines of the blue spandex, he didn?t want to think about it any more than necessary or risk arousing it and making matters worse. Derrick?s mind was flooded with thoughts and questions. ?What the hell is happening? Am I hallucinating? Just a dream. That?s gotta be it. It?s just a dream. It?s? ow? god, dreams aren?t supposed to hurt your legs like this!?

He pulled into his driveway and rushed into his house, locking the door behind him. Once inside, he quickly shut all the blinds to allow himself some privacy and then proceeded to his bedroom. His closet was lined with full-length mirror doors, and as he walked in front of them to figure out what was going on, he got more of a shock than he had bargained for.

He looked ripped. He had always been defined, but now he looked incredible. And bigger. It was like 6 months of insane training had just been applied to his body in the matter of a couple hours. He flexed his arms slowly and watched the mound of muscle rise up, swelling larger than he ever remembered it. All pain from his waist was lost as he found himself entranced by the sight in front of him.

God, he looked good, and he loved it. He brought up his other arm into a double-bicep pose and watched open-mouthed as his left bulge measured up to the right. After a few more flexes, he snapped back to his senses and turned to his desk, fishing around inside for his tape measure.

He stretched it across his arms, heart beating wildly as he anticipated the results. Was it merely an illusion? Or had he actually grown? He was certain he had. He couldn?t be that crazy.

?Holy fuck?,? he whispered as he read the tape measure in front of him.

Sixteen inches.

His biceps had grown more than a full inch in size from just a couple hours ago, and they looked incredible. He felt them up, rubbed them softly, squeezed them to test their hardness. He looked at himself in the mirror and licked his newly massive arm. It was incredibly sexy, and he found himself getting turned on by his own self worship. Worship of a newfound body. It was almost as if it weren?t his. He couldn?t believe it himself.

Slowly his hands made their way to feeling his chest. It, too, had expanded, and quite heavily. Its proportions matched his new arms, and he marveled at the larger slabs of beef that rounded and formed on his upper body. It looked incredible. Far better than he ever remembered. He looked like an amateur bodybuilder, and he couldn?t believe it. He flexed his pecs and watched as they jumped again and again, bobbing heavily back down.

His hands traveled down his abdomen, feeling every ripple and crease, until his fingers brushed against the towel still wrapped around his waist. His mind stopped. The feeling of pain from the shorts came back into his head and his thoughts became flooded with images of what could be waiting for him behind that white cloth. Slowly he grabbed one side of it and untucked it, letting it fall to the floor.

Derrick stared open-mouthed. His crotch looked obscene. The tight spandex shorts looked as if they were trying to contain a foot-long slab of pepperoni and two oranges. He placed his hand slowly on the front of his package, feeling it through the fabric. He shivered at the touch. It was real. It was him and it was real. He tried to pull the shorts down, but found they were held in place both by the massive new size of his cock, balls and expanded leg girth.

Rushing to his desk, Derrick grabbed a pair of scissors and proceeded to cut the shorts from the waistband down. It was like trying to cut off a layer of skin, the shorts were so tight now. The scissors snipped and cut until they came to the bottom leg of the shorts, then Derrick proceeded to repeat the process on the other side.

The shorts snapped violently off and fell to the ground as his dick flopped free of its spandex prison. He stared at it in disbelief, and began rubbing it slightly, feeling waves of euphoria rush through him. Blood started to engorge his member, but he grabbed the tape measure before it was too late and tried to measure its length soft.

He placed the tape at the base of his cock. It surged with more size at the touch. He stretched the tape measure out along its rising length and tried to get to the end. It was growing harder. He was so aroused by the sight in front of him he couldn?t concentrate. His fingers pulled the tape measure further out to accommodate the lengthening shaft. Thirteen inches. He gasped. Seeing the head of his dick measure out at the thirteen inch mark sent him into overdrive, and his half-hard cock surged with more blood, growing larger still.

Fourteen inches. Fifteen inches. It arched heavily upward and came parallel with the floor. It finally stopped growing at sixteen inches, arcing up painfully hard and throbbing in front of him. He squeezed it and moaned in pleasure as a huge drop of pre cum oozed out the top and dripped to the floor.

Derrick began stroking himself, lost to everything around him by the new size and mass of the monster attached to his waist. He fondled his huge new balls and grunted in ecstasy. He couldn?t take it. The new size. The new length. The extreme feeling of it all. It flooded his senses and took control, and he found himself moaning louder until a shudder of pleasure rippled across his entire body. It started small, at the base of his cock, but it grew, and he felt it welling up, forcing its way through the length of his shaft, increasing in pleasure as it approached the tip and exploded out of him in volley after volley of white hot cum. He arched uncontrollably as the pleasure poured through him. His orgasm felt like an eternity. He never thought it would end.

After what felt like nearly a minute of cumming, he regained some of his senses and looked at the mess in front of him. Globs of cum splattered all over the mirror and floor. The amount was beyond his comprehension, but it came from him, and it felt better than anything he had ever felt before. His cock slowly began to soften back up as he stared at himself in the mirror and eventually went limp, dripping the remaining bits of cum down toward his feet. He took the opportunity to measure it?s length when flaccid. A solid ten inches.

Derrick continued to watch himself in the mirror for a good half hour more, once again measuring his arms to discover they had jumped from sixteen inches to sixteen and a half. He felt like he was still growing, and he could swear that if he concentrated hard enough, he could actually see it happening, but eventually it seemed to stop. Derrick tried to clean up the mess he had made in his room, but when he came back in with cleaning supplies, the sight of his larger body aroused him once again, causing his cock to bounce back to its sixteen-inch monster size. Or was it more? Even it looked a little bigger than before. Thinking of that sent Derrick over the edge and the sticky mess in his room nearly tripled in size.

Exhausted, he walked to the living room to sit and ponder the insane events that had happened to him that day. As he sat in the chair, naked, his body filling up more room than it ever had before and his cock resting on the material below him, he glanced over toward the table by his front door, noticing his beach bag sitting quietly and the top portion of a sun screen bottle sticking out.

[TheMM]

Originally Posted by LukeB

First story on here. Be gentle on me.

First rule of government spending: "Why make one, when you can buy two for twice the price?"

Now, enough pointless politics.

First lesson of writing here on the MGS: If you write a hot a story as you just did, we ain't gonna be gentle, at all.

So...in the words of many of my fellow muscle lovers: "MORE!"

[Cale]

Originally Posted by TheMM

First rule of government spending: "Why make one, when you can buy two for twice the price?"

Ha, I thought I was the only one who liked Contact.

Agreed, great start. Keep going!!

[TheMM]

Originally Posted by Cale

Ha, I thought I was the only one who liked Contact.

Agreed, great start. Keep going!!

I was a wee bit off in my quote of Contact: "First rule in government spending-- why build one when you can have two at twice the price?" ~ S. R. Hadden

I love that guy in Contact.

[Faust2001]

Great story! I want to find out what else he ends up doing with his new body and sunscreen.

[BBMikeNJ]

Nice scene, man. Now all I have to do is explain why I smell like suntan lotion on a rainy december day in jersey......

[msclundylvr]

This one was so good that I was too worn out to even comment last night after I read it. Great!

[Blake]

Originally Posted by TheMM

First rule of government spending: "Why make one, when you can buy two for twice the price?"

Now, enough pointless politics.

First lesson of writing here on the MGS: If you write a hot a story as you just did, we ain't gonna be gentle, at all.

So...in the words of many of my fellow muscle lovers: "MORE!"

I wholeheartedly agree


[COLOR=blue]MORE.....[/COLOR] (please)

[megamuscle69]

That story was AWESOME...gotta find some of that sunscreen for myself!

[sexiscriptor]

at first i thought some of the description and stuff was a bit labored, tedious, but by the time he's gotten to the beach and grown until the end it's solid, man; i fuckin LOVED it!!

hey, let's hope the sun's still up there at the end when derrick's eyes fall on the sunscreen--and let's hope tomorrow's his day off!!
~Ille

[chocomus]

mmm.... where can I find that sunscreen lotion? Any store you know?

Man, first story and wow! you should do more, definetly

[Speaker]

Whew! That was an intense story! You're sure its your first?

We are all greedy bastards on this site (As i've learned painfully, despite myself being one of the aforementioned greedy bastards) and we won't be happy if you dont write more. Personally i think this worked fine as a stand alone story, but if you wanted to continue it?

Well... I wouldn't say no =)

Seriously though, if you don't write more... we'll get angry

You wont like us when we're angry...

[nchung929]

make him go out and use this new cock... a bookstore? orgy party?

[chronos]

Hehe great story I wish I had read it sooner and then I would have been able to take part of the Tom Foolery that MM does...oh well maybe next time I do love Tom Foolery