Ricky

[rextorres]

Ricky ? chapter 1 ? by scriptboy ([email protected])
Growth Spurt

Ricky had been suffering from cramps and stiffness for almost three days now, where the pain had become so severe, that Lulu and Bernie decided to check their youngest son into the local community hospital. Bernie owned a gym in Miami and has been a weight lifter ever since he was a teenager. He had always hoped that both his boys would get into bodybuilding. Their oldest son Rusty, now 20 years old, was off to college at Florida State. That left the couple with their youngest son Richard, who was now 10 years old.

Richard, or Ricky, as everyone called him at home and at school, was an active, happy kid who loved to visit his parent?s gym, play video games, and chat with friends on his laptop computer. The boy has enjoyed a relatively normal and uneventful childhood, up to this point. Actually, his birth had been rather extraordinary, since he was born right after his mother had been in a car accident, which had left her confined to a wheelchair. Ricky was very attached to his mom and took great care of her; this attitude would become his most valuable asset later on in his life, for he would always care for and defend those people that he cared about the most. But we will read more about his birth and his treatment later.

Lulu rolled her wheelchair closer to the bed, where she watched her youngest son while he was sleeping. He had a face of an angel, with short, jet black hair, pointy nose, and ice blue eyes. He was only 10 years old, he was about 5 feet tall, he weighed 86 pounds and he was skinny to the bone. He wasn?t much into sports, although he considered a treat that his parents owned the gym. He had wanted to work out, but his father had told him that he was still too young and that he had to wait until he was either old enough or until his body had grown enough so that he would be capable of lifting weight. His older brother, Russell, or Rusty, was big and tall and muscular, and Rusty always made fun of Ricky because he was so small. Ricky hated that, and he longed to start lifting weights and grow some muscle, so that he could teach his bigger brother a lesson or two some day. Fortunately for him, this day came much sooner than expected.

The nurse walked in with a thermometer in hand, ready to take Ricky?s temperature, when his face suddenly turned pale, his breathing had become hard and fast and his body stiffened up. The boy began to tremble and shake violently left and right on his bed, when the nurse tried to grab hold of him with her hands as she tried to hold Ricky?s body down on the bed. The boy grabbed the nurse?s arms, and with an amazing show of strength, hurled her almost six feet in the air! The nurse hit with her back against the wall, about three feet behind the foot of Ricky?s bed. Lulu immediately rolled her wheelchair to the door of the room, opened it, and began to yell at the nurses who were walking through the hall. ?Help me! Someone, please come and help! My son is suffering some kind of seizure!?

Another nurse ran into the room, and he first attended the nurse who Ricky had hurled against the wall. Then he unbuttoned the blue cotton hospital gown that Ricky wore, even though it was tough to do, since he was shaking.

The seizure lasted only ten seconds before it stopped, leaving Ricky completely exhausted. His face was red and completely drenched in sweat, his chest and arms were also completely wet.

?Oh golly, look at him! He is changing!? Lulu shouted, as she noticed her son?s skinny chest began to expand. His thin, nearly non-existent pectorals began to inflate like balloons, his traps grew wider and abdominal muscles began to pop up on the part of his stomach that used to be as flat as a board.

?Quick, take the rest of his hospital gown off? the male nurse shouted to the female nurse. She immediately slipped the thin, blue pants from his legs, revealing the extent of the boy?s muscular growth. His quads were almost twice as thick as before, and his calves had inflated to the point where they resembled two melons, carefully placed on his legs.

The female nurse gasped in horror, as she witnessed how the skinny little boy suddenly had all his muscles double in size in just a few seconds. ?What is going on here? I?ll go call a doctor!? She ran out the door and returned about a minute later with a physician. The doctor examined the boy, listen to his pulse, checked his blood pressure, and he finally checked his temperature.

?I knew this was going to happen one day?, Lulu told the doctor. ?This is a result of a special experimental treatment he had received immediately after he was born. We were warned that the treatment would have side effects, but it saved his life and now it has altered his body like this.?

The doctor looked over at Ricky, who was now calm and sound asleep. His breathing was back to normal, his face was not so pale, and the sweating had stopped. ?Alright, Mister Golden, your son seems to be okay right now!?

Just at that moment Bernie had walked in, and saw that Lulu was with Ricky. ?He had just suffered a seizure, he shook around his bed, and when it stopped, his muscles began to grow!? she said to him. Bernie walked up to his son and looked at his body. The last time he saw his youngest son, he was as skinny as a board. Now his little boy was not so ?little? anymore, the boy began to look like a muscle man! ?Oh my God? His muscle growth has begun, and it won?t stop for awhile!?

Next: Flashback to the birth of a muscle boy?

[iceman75]

Hey Rex, good to see you post this story here man! I know there are a lot more chapters left, I think you should continue posting them, as imo, this is one of your best stories. (I even wrote a chapter later in the story)

[chocomus]

Mmm... I wouldn't mind "suffering" a seizure like that
Nice story, rex!

[rextorres]

Ricky – chapter 2 – by scriptboy ([email protected])

Flashback

The doctor turned towards Bernie. “Mister Golden, please explain what you had just told me. What happened at Ricky’s birth?”

Bernie pulled up a chair and sat down, right by Ricky’s bedside. “Lulu got involved in a serious car accident, just days before Ricky was born. She had lost the use of her legs, and since then she has been confined to a wheelchair. But right after the accident, an ambulance had rushed Lulu to the hospital, and even though Lulu came out of it alright, the doctors were very concerned about the survival of the unborn baby. Immediately after his birth, our doctor told me that there was a possibility that Ricky might have suffered some sort of brain damage. They were also afraid that the accident might somehow affect his physical growth and muscular development, and they feared that he would be handicapped for the rest of his life.”

Bernie paused to look at his young, muscular son, as he lay on the hospital bed. “The doctor had mentioned that there was some kind of experimental radiation treatment they could try, but there were risks and side effects. But one of the side effects was that Ricky’s treatment might cause an accelerated muscular growth once his body goes through a natural growth spurt. While he would still have the height of an average human being, his muscles would grow at an exponential rate. As a matter of fact, they had no idea how strong he would become. It is impossible to predict how big he would become, or how strong he would be! But Ricky was delivered to a special laboratory at the university, where he was placed in an enclosed room called the “microwave”. There he was exposed to the radiation that had cured him and had eliminated any chance he would have of becoming physically handicapped. But the side effect of this treatment was that it would have an unpredictable effect on his muscular growth.”

Bernie looked over at Lulu and smiled. “Since we own a gym, I did not hesitate for a minute to try this treatment on my son. My oldest son, Russell, is very muscular himself, and I had always hoped that both of my boys would end up being muscle men. Russell began to work out and he has grown a lot! But Richard was always very skinny… I was afraid that he would just not have the physical build to become big and muscular. But now this happened, it begins to look like he might still become a muscle man after all! The only thing we don’t is how big and how strong Ricky might become!”

The doctor looked over at Ricky, and then turned towards Lulu. “Have you noticed anything unusual about Ricky, ever since he has been exposed to the radiation? Other than what has happened to him today?”

“Not really. He just grew up as a normal, average kid. The last time we measured him, he was just a bit less than five feet tall, and he has just turned ten years old. His youth has been very uneventful; he’s had a very normal childhood. He has never had any behavioral or mental problems, and we are very grateful for that! He was an average student in school, he wasn’t any bigger, taller, or stronger than anyone else in his class, and we are very happy about that!” she answered the doctor.

Suddenly they heard Ricky’s groans, and they noticed that he was waking up. Bernie got up and walked up to him, looking down at his face. “Hey big guy, feeling alright?” he said to the boy. Ricky looked around like he was still a bit in a daze. He felt heavy, stiff and sore. His body felt like it had just had a big workout in the gym! “Daddy… What happened? I feel strange, my body feels weird…” the boy mumbled at his father. “Don’t worry, Richard. Your body has gone through a growth spurt, and your muscles have grown a bit! But the doctors have examined you, and you are as healthy as can be! You’re just a lot more muscular now, but we’ll still see how big or how strong you have become. But hopefully we’ll be able to go home very soon!”

Bernie extended his arm and held it up, in front of Ricky’s chest. “Come on, dude, show me some grip!” Ricky extended his right hand, and grabbed Bernie’s hand, holding it in a way as if they were about to arm wrestle. Ricky just closed his hand around Bernie’s hand, when his mouth fell wide open and he began to suffer another small seizure! Ricky’s arm trembled a bit, and his hand began to squeeze Bernie’s hand tighter and tighter! Bernie began to scream in pain!

Ricky looked over at his bicep, when he noticed that the muscle seemed to have inflated even more, growing as thick and as hard as a softball! His arm stopped shaking, and he let go of Bernie’s hand. Bernie’s face was as red as a tomato; his hand was completely swollen and red. Bernie grabbed his hand with his left hand. “My God, he has a grip of steel!” he said, looking over at Lulu.

“Doctor, could you look at my hand, please? It’s hurting like crazy!” Bernie cried, as the doctor examined it. “You might just want to take an x-ray, just to make sure nothing’s broken!” A nurse came and escorted Bernie to the radiology section of the hospital.

About two hours later, Bernie came back into the room, escorted by the same nurse. He was wearing a cast around his right hand. “What has happened to you? What’s wrong with your hand?” Lulu asked him.

Bernie just pointed at Ricky. “Your son just fractured my hand with his grip!” Lulu looked at her son. “Oh my God, what’s happening to my boy?”

Next: Waking up with new muscles at home.

[rextorres]

Originally Posted by chocomus

Mmm... I wouldn't mind "suffering" a seizure like that
Nice story, rex!

Thanks, chocomus and Iceman. I'd love to get more feedback for this story...

My writing never gets much feedback on this site, which might explain why it's taken me 4 years to post this. Oh well...

[leedwards2005]

Yes !! That's the story I was hoping to find .

Indeed , it brings back memories from the site .


Thanks .

Will enjoy the upcoming chapters .

[leedwards2005]

[COLOR=black]There was a story draft called [/COLOR]
[COLOR=black]Big Muscle, Little Bro[/COLOR]
[COLOR=black]Written by tfwizard, idea by muscl4life[/COLOR]
[COLOR=black][/COLOR]
[COLOR=black]The story was edited to perfection and later titled "Tristan , My Big Little Brother"[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black]In the draft the muscle growth process was slow occurring over many chapters . [/COLOR]
[COLOR=black][/COLOR]
[COLOR=black]The edited version had the process occurring more rapidly as the main character gets massive .[/COLOR]
[COLOR=black][/COLOR]
[COLOR=black]Ah ! memories .[/COLOR]

[rextorres]

Originally Posted by leedwards2005

[COLOR=black]There was a story draft called [/COLOR]
[COLOR=black]Big Muscle, Little Bro[/COLOR]
[COLOR=black]Written by tfwizard, idea by muscl4life[/COLOR]
[COLOR=black][/COLOR]
[COLOR=black]The story was edited to perfection and later titled "Tristan , My Big Little Brother"[/COLOR]
[COLOR=black][/COLOR]
[COLOR=black]In the draft the muscle growth process was slow occurring over many chapters . [/COLOR]
[COLOR=black][/COLOR]
[COLOR=black]The edited version had the process occurring more rapidly as the main character gets massive .[/COLOR]
[COLOR=black][/COLOR]
[COLOR=black]Ah ! memories .[/COLOR]

You can read all 270 pages of TRISTAN here:

http://www.superfantasystories.com/tristan.htm

Enjoy!

-Rex

[rextorres]

Ricky – chapter 3 – by scriptboy ([email protected])

New day, new muscles, new life

Doctor Anderson finally allowed Ricky to go home, much to his relief. Ever since his muscles have grown and he’s slept for a day since then, he has been feeling great! He couldn’t wait to get home, for it made no sense to him to stay in a hospital room when he was feeling fine. He wasn’t just fine; he was feeling stronger than he has ever felt before!

Ricky rubbed his eyes when he noticed the first rays of sunlight creeping through the edges of his vertical blinds. It was Sunday morning, and it was his first day back home, since his dad had brought him to the hospital because of his stiffness in his muscles. As he lay on his back, he raised his arms and looked at the palms of his hands. Then he turned his head sideways to the left and noticed his muscles, his biceps. They had never been that big before!

He used his abdominals to pull his torso and his chest up, so he could sit up on his bed. As he looked down, he noticed that his chest was sticking out further than before. He had to look further down in order to see his abdominals, which were huge! Little squares were popping up from underneath the skin which covered his stomach. His tummy wasn’t flat anymore; muscles were now cutting through the flat landscape which used to be his tummy.

Using his arms to push off from behind his back, he turned his body towards the edge of the bed, so that his legs would now hang off the edge. For a split second, he thought that they looked really big! Then he raised his legs up, holding them in the horizontal position. His quads were thick, with veins crawling over them. He could see his calves, which looked two vertical footballs, soldered within his lower legs. He had never noticed those muscles before! They never looked like that!

He lowered his legs so that they were now hanging off the edge of the mattress, and he pushed his body forward using his arms, until his feet touched the floor. Then he slowly stood up, and walked to the bathroom. Once he got there, he turned towards the mirror so he could see what he really looked like. He had not seen his reflection since he left the hospital, so this was his first look. He was absolutely astonished! He had never lifted any weights in his life, but he looked like a professional bodybuilder! His large chest was sticking out, mighty abs covered his stomach, and he noticed his shoulders and his biceps.

Ricky wondered if all those muscles were there just to make him look like he was strong, or if he really was stronger than before. He didn’t care that much about how he looked, although he loved having big muscles. For him, he was curious to test his muscular strength!

Ricky ran into Rusty’s room and got on the weight bench. Rusty was at the university, although he was expected to come over that afternoon and pay the family a visit. Ricky thought about that, and he couldn’t wait to show off his new muscles to his bigger brother, who had always teased him about being so skinny. He felt like things were about to change now, because Ricky knew that even though Rusty was big and muscular, he was definitely not as muscular as his younger brother!

So Ricky decided to test his strength by finding out how much he could bench press using Rusty’s bench, bar, and weights. He grabbed hold of Rusty’s heaviest bar, which supposedly weighed forty pounds. He noticed something weird when he lifted the steel bar. The bar was labeled as being forty pounds, but it didn’t seem that heavy to him at all. When he grabbed the bar from the rack, he realized that he was trying to use too much force to lift it, for he pulled it right off the rack with no effort at all. He placed the bar on the stand at the end of the bench, and pondered if the bar really weighed forty pounds or not.

Then he grabbed the bar with his right hand, holding it in the middle of the bar, and he easily curled his arm while holding it in his hand. He thought that was strange, since he had never been able to lift a forty pound bar before, let alone lifting it with just one hand!

He then turned to Rusty’s rack with weights, and grabbed his heaviest weight, which was a round, steel plate which weighed one hundred pounds. He was shocked that he was able to lift it so easily, he felt as if the plate weighed as much as a sheet of paper! He slid the weight on the circular end of the bar with just one hand, holding on to the one-hundred pound plate as if it were a Frisbee.

After he placed the other one-hundred pound plate to the other end of the bar, he did a small calculation. He figured that he now had two-hundred and forty pounds of steel that was resting on the bench. While standing in front of the bench, he decided to lift the bar up a little, just to get a feeling of its weight. When he grabbed the bar with both hands, he expected to not be able to lift it at all! He carefully exerted some force, and he was astonished when he realized that he was capable of lifting the bar without any effort. What was going on here?

The 10 year-old, 80-pound boy just stood there, holding three times his own weight in his hands. He raised the bar up, over his head, and then he set it back down again, back on the stand. He couldn’t understand it, how was he able to lift over two-hundred pounds while it felt no different from grabbing a sheet of paper? He tried lifting the bar with one hand, and he had the same result! “Holy cow, am I really that strong?” Ricky wondered out loud, while staring at the bar.

“Yes, and you’re growing stronger by the minute!” Lulu said, as she rolled in.

Next: Muscle Boy and Mom

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Ricky – chapter 4 – by scriptboy ([email protected])

Discovering strength

“Oh my goodness, you’re beginning to look more like Rusty now!” Lulu said, as she rolled her wheelchair into Rusty’s bedroom, where Ricky was lifting weights.

“But, mom!” Ricky protested out loud, “I’m not Rusty! Rusty can’t do THIS!” Ricky grabbed the bar and lifted it from the stand by just a few inches. “Rusty can’t lift 240 pounds with just one hand!” he said, looking at the metal bar and the large steel plates. He then set the bar back down, and sat down on the bench while facing his mother.

“What’s happening to me, mom? Look at my body! It seems like every muscle in my body is swollen up or something! What is this?” Ricky asked her, while feeling confused and scared. “You’re not swollen, Richard. Your muscles have just grown a lot!” Lulu answered. “But mom, I didn’t used to look like this! I’m so big! And I feel so heavy when I walk around! And how do you explain it that I am easily able to lift Rusty’s heaviest weights, when Rusty could barely lift them himself when he is home?” Lulu got a smile on her face. “That is because you have become very strong. You are many times stronger than Rusty, even though you’re still younger than him!”

Ricky stood up and walked in front of his mother. “Look at me, mom! I look like a freak! I look like a muscle freak! Where did this come from, all of the sudden? What is happening to my muscles?” he said, as tears began to roll down his face. Lulu extended her arm and gently held on to Ricky’s shoulder. “You are my son, Richard. You’re not a muscle freak! You are a boy who has a lot of strength and power right now, and you’ll need to get used to it because your strength will never leave you! You must be more careful and more responsible; otherwise you’ll end up hurting someone with your bare hands. You received a very special treatment after you were born, and the result of this treatment is that you are alive and well today. A side effect of the treatment is that your muscles will grow bigger and stronger from now on!”

Ricky leaned forward and hugged his mom, with tears flowing from his eyes. “I love you, Richard. You are very special; don’t let anyone tell you different! Just be careful and considerate, no matter where you are or what you’re doing or who you’re with, okay?”

“Yes, mom. I love you too!” the boy said, standing up straight and wiping the tears from his eyes and his face. “Why don’t you go outside for awhile? See what you can do with your awesome muscles, okay? Just be careful and don’t break anything!”

“Oh come on, mom! What am I going to break with my muscles?” Ricky said, as he tapped his finger against the wall, suddenly causing the wall to show several cracks, all coming together at the one place where Ricky’s finger was. Ricky gasped in amazement when he saw the crack, and he held his hand in front of him, holding just his finger up. “Oh no! No… Please… Don’t tell me I cracked the wall with just my finger!” Lulu just nodded as she stared at her powerful, youngest son. “Please be careful! Don’t tear down our house!” she said, as Ricky opened the door to go out of the room.

Ricky realized that his strength was far greater than he could possibly imagine! He had yet to find something that was too heavy to lift, because it seemed like he was able to lift everything! He also realized that he had to be extra careful with everything he touched. He had to think about not breaking anything, no matter what he touched. He grabbed the doorknob, the front door, his cup of water, and he had to remind himself constantly to always be extremely gentle!

When he walked outside on to the lawn in front of the house, he stopped until he was about twenty feet away from the house before he turned around, facing the two-story house. He leaped a foot in the air and landed on his feet, just gently. He decided to try a little harder, and he found himself soaring over 15 feet in the air. When he landed, he felt no pain or stiffness in his mighty, muscular legs. He thought that maybe he could jump as high as the house? He used a little more force, and he found himself leaping over the height of the house, for he could make out the roof! He landed on his feet once more, not feeling a thing. “Wow, I’m strong! Let’s try jumping on the roof!” he quietly said to himself, as he continued to test his new muscular strength.

This time, he ran two steps before leaping in the air, and he ended up landing on the flat rooftop of the house! He walked towards the edge of the roof and looked out over the neighborhood, loving the fact that he was now able to jump on to the roof of his house. He looked at the house next door and decided to jump on to their roof as well. He leaped in the air and landed on their rooftop, practically without any effort at all. “Wow, wait till Rusty sees me now!” he whispered to himself, as he jumped off the rooftop and landed on the street, barefoot, and just wearing a pair of shorts.

Once he stood on the street he began to walk a few yards. Then he picked up the pace, as he walked faster. And faster. Then he started running, and he noticed he was now going much faster than he has ever run before! He found himself going so fast, that everything he passed by began to become blurry, and he decided to leap in the air while running! He found himself soaring over the road, landing like a bird on the street, a mile from where he took off. He couldn’t wait to show his big brother Rusty his incredible, superhuman strength! He figured that Rusty was no longer the “big brother” in the house! He was that now!

Next: Rusty’s return

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Keep them coming .

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Ricky – chapter 5– by scriptboy ([email protected])

A big surprise for Rusty

While Ricky was leaping from rooftop to rooftop, he noticed Rusty’s little yellow car as it pull into the street below him. Ricky loved the fact that he was now so strong, that he could jump from rooftop to rooftop with such ease. With his jet black hair blowing in the wind, he was easily able to keep up with his brother’s car. He loved being so strong and powerful, and he figured he was going to have some fun when his big brother got back home from the college campus.

Rusty pulled his car onto the driveway and slowly got out. He grabbed a big plastic hamper which was filled with dirty laundry! Rusty hated doing laundry on campus, so he always did it at home. He grabbed the hamper and hauled it into the house, not knowing that his little brother was watching him from the rooftop of the house!

When Rusty got in the door, he said hi to Lulu and then carried the laundry basket to the kitchen. From there, he climbed the stairs and entered his bedroom, where he realized right away that someone had been in his room.

“Mom! Who messed with my weights?” he shouted at his mom, who was in the kitchen. “Oh, that is Richard! I told him it was ok for him to use your weights. Didn’t he put them back in their place?” she asked her oldest son.

Rusty was about to shout something back, when it dawned him that his largest and heaviest weights were on the bar, and he figured there was no way Ricky could lift over two-hundred and forty pounds, so he figured that his father had probably used them for one reason or the other and he wasn’t going to make a fuss over it.

In the meantime, Ricky ran into the kitchen from the back door, grabbed Rusty’s laundry hamper, and hopped back on the roof with his hamper in his hand. The hamper wasn’t heavy at all, as a matter of fact; it didn’t weigh a thing to Ricky! So Ricky jumped off the roof and landed by Rusty’s car, neatly placing the hamper by the car door, making it seem like Rusty had never carried his laundry into the house!

“Hey Russell, did you bring your dirty laundry?” Lulu asked him. “Yeah mom, I’ll get it! The hamper is in the kitchen!” After a few moments, Lulu yelled back, “No, I don’t see it, Russ!” Rusty walked into the kitchen and noticed thee hamper had disappeared! When he opened the front door, he saw the hamper standing besides his car. “That’s strange, I thought I carried it inside already?” he said to himself. He walked out, grabbed the laundry hamper, and carried it back into the house for the second time. “Mom, where’s the little brat?” Rusty asked his mom. “He is playing outside somewhere!” Lulu answered him.

While Rusty was talking to Lulu about college, Ricky jumped from the roof on to the grass by the back door. He had now completely mastered his ability to estimate how high and how far he had to jump to get somewhere, and he loved being able to jump so high and run so fast. In other words, he was enjoying his phenomenal strength and power!

Ricky quietly walked into the kitchen; he grabbed the hamper, walked out the back door, and hopped back on the rooftop with it. “My dumb brother has no idea I’m capable of doing this” Ricky chuckled, as he strolled to the front end of the house and casually jumped from the rooftop again.

He neatly placed the hamper at the exact same spot as before, right by his car! Just at that moment Lulu walked into the kitchen, and Ricky quickly dashed into the living room, hiding behind the couch. He then ran up the stairs, walked into his room, jumped out the window and landed back on the front lawn without making a sound. From there, he decided to hop back on the roof, something he could now do with his eyes closed!

“Russell! Where is your laundry basket, my dear?” Lulu hollered at Rusty. “It’s in the kitchen, mom! I just carried it in the house! Don’t you see it?” Rusty answered. “No, it’s not here!” Lulu replied. “What the heck is going on here?” Rusty said to himself, as he walked towards the living room in order to open the front door. He walked out the door and was astonished, when he saw the hamper standing besides his car.

“What on earth is going on here?” Rusty said out loud, as he began to get angry. He marched towards his car, when a figure landed in front of him, like he had fallen from the sky. “Hello, Rusty!” Ricky said, as Rusty looked at him and was amazed by his muscular body.

“Ricky?” Rusty said, not quite able to believe that the young, muscular boy was his little brother. “Oh my God… What happened to you?” he said, examining his little brother from head to toe. He couldn’t help but notice the huge bowling ball-size pectorals, the 14 inch biceps, the astounding eight-pack of abdominal muscles, the titanic quads and the football-sized calf muscles, which were now all attached to the body of the person who used to be his skinny, little brother.

“Did you touch my weights?” Rusty asked his muscular, little brother. Ricky just stood there and smiled at him. “Yeah, but they’re not much use to me because they are not heavy enough for my mighty muscles!” Ricky said, as he slowly walked closer to his older brother. “Oh Rusty, I have some surprises for you, big bro! I need to show you what has changed about me!” Ricky said. Rusty looked at him feeling scared and confused, for he has never seen Ricky act this way!

Next: New rules for Rusty.

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Ricky – chapter 6 – by scriptboy ([email protected])

Ricky’s new rules

“How dare you touch my weights? They’re too heavy for you! And you know that I can’t stand it when you come into my room when I’m not here, much less even when you mess with my stuff!” Rusty growled at his little brother, thinking that Ricky was just full of it and acting like he was way too confident of himself.

“They’re not your weights anymore, Rusty! They’re mine, now! I’m not going to wait until you buy a new set so that I get your hand-me-down junk! I want your weights and your bench NOW!” Ricky answered, without showing any fear of his big brother.

“What!?!? What are you talking about, you little creep! You’re not even supposed to be in my room!!!” Rusty shouted, as he was clearly becoming angry with his little brother, who just didn’t seem to show an ounce of fear for his older, bigger brother.

“Why not? Besides, I kind of like your big room. I like it especially since it’s bigger than mine. So you know what I’m going to do? As soon as you go back to the dorm, I’m going to move in, and your room will be mine and you can have my old room then, sounds like a good deal?” Ricky teased Rusty.

“What!!?? Why you little twerp! I’ll get you for that!” Rusty sneered, as he tried to jump on top of Ricky, but his little brother hopped a few feet back. When Rusty dashed towards Ricky, Ricky just leaped into the air, soaring to a height of ten feet, and them landing a few feet away from Rusty.

“What is this? How did you do that?” Rusty wondered out loud. Then Ricky jumped almost 15 feet over Rusty’s head, landing next to his car. He then grabbed the dirty laundry hamper and held it up high above his head. “Didn’t you enjoy carrying this into the house three times? Boy, you are so dumb, Rusty!”

Rusty began to run towards his little, muscular brother, when Ricky ran two steps and made a mighty leap into the air, carrying the laundry hamper as if it weighed nothing at all. Ricky soared 30 feet into the air and landed on the roof with the hamper in his hand. He leaned over the edge of the roof and shouted at Rusty.

“Hey Rusty, do you still want this? You had better come and get it!” Then Ricky took the top off the hamper, and dumped all the dirty clothes back on the lawn below! All his clothes were spread out over the front yard, and Rusty became furious! Then Ricky jumped back down on the lawn and leaped right in front of his big brother. “So you think you’re so tough, just because you’re bigger and older than me?” Ricky said out loud. Rusty became very angry and he was about to scream at him, when Ricky suddenly reached out both of his arms and grabbed hold of Rusty below his armpits. Ricky then easily lifted his big, 20 year-old, 230 pound brother who was twice his age and who was 6 foot 2 inches tall. Ricky held Rusty up, allowing his feet to dangle about 6 inches off the floor! “Tell me, Rusty, aren’t you impressed with your powerful, little brother?” Ricky said.

Then Ricky raised his arms up even further, until he was holding Rusty far over his head. Rusty just looked down at his little brother, and gasped at his amazing feat of strength. He was absolutely astonished, and he just could not understand how his little brother could have become so strong overnight!

Then Ricky bent the knees a little, and hurled Rusty’s body straight up in the air! Rusty almost reached a height of forty feet, when he began to descend straight down, heading for a crash landing on the front lawn! Rusty began to fear for his life and screamed out loud, while Ricky calmly hopped in the air and caught his older brother in his arms while flying in mid air. Ricky made a soft landing on the lawn, and looked down at his big brother, who was trembling while he held him in his own muscular arms! Ricky sat Rusty back on his feet, and then flexed his right arm to show his older brother his 14 inch bicep.

Rusty just dropped his jaw wide open as he witnessed Ricky’s bicep pop up from his thick arm and looking as round and as hard as a bowling ball. Ricky then turned around, leaped back on to the roof, grabbed the hamper, and landed back on the lawn with the hamper in his hand. He then ran up to Rusty and tapped him on the arm. ‘Tag, you’re it!” Before Rusty could say anything, Ricky ran towards the back of the house and then reappeared again on the other side of the front yard, with Rusty still looking the other way. Ricky ran so fast, that Rusty didn’t even see where he went!

“Tag, you’re it!” Ricky said, as he tapped on his brother’s shoulder again. Rusty turned around, and Ricky ran towards the clothes which were spread out over the lawn, picked them all up, and tossed them back into the hamper in a matter of just ten seconds! Then Ricky raced around the house on three seconds, just to show up on the opposite side of the yard, right behind Rusty. “Tag, you’re it!” Ricky said once more, and Rusty turned around again, amazed by his little brother’s speed and strength!

“Stop it, Ricky! You’re driving me crazy with your stupid game!” Rusty shouted out loud. Then Ricky appeared again, coming from the sky, looking as if the kid had simply jumped clear over the entire house and landed a few feet in front of Rusty. The powerful boy then leaped on top of Rusty, knocking the poor college student on his back. Ricky then stood over him, placing his right foot on Rusty’s chest while he bent down to talk to him. “See my muscles, little bro?” he said, as he flexed his right arm in Rusty’s face, showing off the huge 14 inch bicep. “The new rule in the house is this: I’m the big brother here from now on!”

Next: Ricky meets uncle Jerry

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Originally Posted by leedwards2005

are going GREAT !

Keep them coming .

A little feedback now and then and I'll post the next chapter...

[iceman75]

Yeah, Rex, can't wait to read the next couple of Ricky stories and see what people think, just so you guys know, there is a character in this story based on another member of this forum, guess who?

[iceman75]

Originally Posted by leedwards2005

At Young Muscle Guys Online :

[COLOR=#11263e]http://youngmuscleguysonline.yuku.com/[/COLOR]


You will find the section "Stories" . There is a thread called "The Transformation" with the main charcter becoming huge and massive .


You will have to join to acccess the "pictures" and "stories" .

How long does it usually take for the moderator/administrator to okay an applicant? I applied under the name JTMcMahon75.

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Ricky – chapter 7 – by scriptboy ([email protected])

Family Ties

Ricky sat on his knees next to his big brother Rusty, who was still lying on the grass on his back. Rusty sat up in the grass next to his little, muscular brother, and looked him straight in the eye. “Hey bro, I know I have teased you a lot. You were always the little brat, the skinny little kid who was in my way. I guess you’ve changed, and I’m excited to see you like this. I would love to take you to the gym, now that you’re big enough and strong enough to work out. What do you think?” Rusty asked his brother. “Sure, I can’t wait to go to dad’s work and to lift weights now! I was always too small and too weak, but not anymore!” Ricky responded excitedly.

“I’m sorry I’ve teased you all your life, Ricky. I kind of miss seeing you when I’m on campus, and I want to make it up to you. Now that you have this super strength, I can understand that you want me to treat you differently from now on. You’re not that little brat anymore; you’re a muscle boy now!” Rusty explained calmly, while Ricky listened to him. “Well, I’m sorry for scaring you and for bullying you like this. I just wanted you to see for once how it felt to be the weakest guy in the house, you know what I mean?” the boy responded.

Both boys stood up, and Rusty embraced his muscular brother. “I’m so sorry, Ricky! Please forgive me, ok? I will call you my ‘big bro’ from now on, because you deserve it! And I’m living on campus now, so I really don’t mind you taking my room and using my weights. But I honestly think my weights won’t really help you that much! You’re too strong! Well, anyway, I’m eventually going to move out of the house, so you’re more than welcome to use my room.”

Rusty let go and looked down at his brother with a smile. “Alright, big brother, can I carry my laundry into the house now?” he asked the muscle boy. “No, I’ll carry it for you!” Ricky said. Immediately he dashed towards the laundry hamper, lifted it up, raced towards the back door and set it in the kitchen. He then raced back outside and stood next to his big brother, five seconds later.

The two brothers were about to turn around and walk towards the front door, when Bernie pulled in the driveway with his car. He got out and greeted the boys. “Hey guys, do you remember Uncle Jerry from Wisconsin?” he asked them. “Yeah, I remember him! He was into weight lifting as well! How is he doing?” Rusty answered. “I don’t remember Uncle Jerry…” Ricky said, as he tried hard to remember his uncle. “You were too young, Ricky. It’s been seven years since I’ve seen him. But he is moving to Florida so he can help me out in the gym as an instructor. He’ll be arriving tonight, so make sure you guys are here to greet him, okay?” Bernie explained to his sons.

“Sure, dad! Will he be staying with us?” Rusty asked his father. “Yes, until he has found an apartment of his own, hopefully not too far from our house!” he answered.

The boys went to the mall that afternoon to buy some new clothes for Ricky. Ricky just went while wearing a t-shirt, jean shorts and his old sneakers. He had outgrown all his clothing and his mom was going to buy him new ones. Rusty was wearing jeans and a button shirt, and they drove to the mall in Lulu’s van, which was especially equipped with a lift for the wheelchair.

Inside the mall, Ricky always pushed Lulu’s wheelchair, even though she had a small motor built into it. They bought some workout shorts, tank tops and sweats for Ricky, along with several larger shirts for school. He needed new slacks and shorts as well, since his legs have become so muscular. Once they were done buying clothes, they went to the video arcade to play a few games.

Rusty always beat Ricky at video games. And since games didn’t require strength, that still had not changed. Rusty and Ricky played the “Dance Dance Revolution” game, and Rusty won easily. Afterwards they bought some ice cream, before they headed back home to get ready for Uncle Jerry, who was supposed to arrive around dinner time.

At night, all four family members were sitting at the round dinner table; Ricky sat next to Rusty, while Bernie was next to Lulu. Bernie noticed that Ricky was eating almost twice as much as before; he almost ate more than Rusty! It was around dinner time when the doorbell rang! Bernie got up and opened the door, ready to greet his brother Jerry from Wisconsin.

Jerry was about 6 feet tall, but he was around 300 pounds of solid muscle. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, carrying two large suitcases in his hands. He was big and muscular, he walked up to the table and the greeted Lulu and the boys as soon as he got in. Jerry was about 28 years old, he had short, brown hair and brown eyes, and he was neatly shaven and groomed.

“Hey Rusty, I heard you’re the college man now, huh? What’s your major?” Jerry asked Rusty. “I’m studying computer programming and web design!” he answered. “I’ll show you my website one of these days, okay?”

Then Jerry turned towards Ricky. “Little Richard! Is that you? My, what a good looking young man you’ve turned out to be! Last time I saw you, you were this small…” he said, holding his hand out in front of him and about 3 feet from the ground. “So what have you been up to?” Jerry asked him.

“Nothing much, school, homework, and… growing some muscles!” Ricky said.

Next: Ricky shows Jerry his room

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Ricky – chapter 8 – by scriptboy ([email protected])

Wrestling match

Ricky immediately felt comfortable with Uncle Jerry and he liked his uncle’s laid back style a lot. After Bernie had introduced Jerry to the whole family, Ricky went up to him and invited him to pick out a room to spend the night in. Lulu had originally requested that Ricky and Rusty sleep together and that one of them would let Jerry sleep in their room for a few days.

When Ricky, Jerry and Bernie made it up the stairs, Ricky immediately opened his bedroom door and showed Jerry his room. “This is my room, Uncle Jerry! You are more than welcome to sleep in here, if you like!” Ricky told Jerry. He immediately accepted the offer, and put his suitcases on the floor.

Ricky and Rusty changed out of their dress clothing and into their shorts and t-shirts, for they both had to go to bed early in order to go to school the following day. When Ricky had taken all his nice clothes off, he just wore a pair of shorts. When he walked into his bedroom, Jerry had just changed out of his clothes as well, and was also just wearing a pair of shorts!

The funny thing was that both Ricky and Jerry gasped as they saw each other’s bodies without all the clothing, and they were amazed at the size of their muscles. Jerry was slightly over 6 feet tall and weighed 300 pounds, Ricky was absolutely amazed by the size of his big uncle! But it was Jerry who was completely astonished, with his jaw wide open, when he got his first glance at the young ten year-old muscle boy.

“Good Lord, Ricky! You’re HOW OLD?” he said, as he slowly walked towards his little nephew. “I’m only ten years old, Uncle Jerry!” Ricky said with a smile. “Wow, I knew your dad had a gym, but I had no idea you were this big! I didn’t know that it were possible for a kid of your age to be so muscular! So, are you pretty strong?” Jerry asked his nephew, while standing right in front of him and looking down at him in amazement.

“I’m stronger than you think, Uncle Jerry!” Ricky said with a chuckle, as he extended his arms in front of him, gently placing his hands just underneath his uncle’s armpits. He then lifted his three-hundred pound uncle just about four inches in the air, allowing Jerry’s feet to dangle four inches from the ground. Jerry gasped in amazement when he felt that the entire weight of his body was now being carried by this little muscle boy, and he couldn’t believe it! “Oh my GOD! No way… no WAY! I must be dreaming this…” Jerry stuttered in disbelief.

Then Ricky walked to the other end of the room, while still holding his uncle above his hand, not showing any type of strain or tension at all. “Gosh, Uncle Jerry, you’re not heavy at all! To me, you’re as light as a feather! I’ll set you back down on my bed, okay?” Ricky said, as he gently lowered his uncle over his bed, allowing him to sit on the bed with his legs leaning off the edge of the mattress.

Bernie had just walked in to the room himself, and he just caught a glimpse of his youngest son while he was holding his brother suspended in mid air. “He’s pretty strong, huh? And he has never lifted any weights in the gym before! He has just gone through his growth spurt and became this strong and muscular a few days ago. So what do you think?”

“This is amazing! But I think it’s wonderful! During my first trip to gym, I would love to lift weights with him!” Jerry said, as he turned his head away from Bernie and looked at Ricky. “Would you like to be my workout partner?” Jerry asked the muscle boy. Ricky then walked up to Jerry and wrapped his arms around Jerry’s neck. ‘Yeah, I would love that! Gosh, Uncle Jerry, you’re so cool!” Ricky said. “Hey, he’s beginning to like you, Jerry! I knew this would happen, but not this soon! And Jerry, once Ricky likes you, you two will be inseparable!” Bernie warned him with a chuckle.

“Come on, muscle man! I bet I can beat you in arm wrestling and in wrestling!” Uncle Jerry told Ricky, who only continued to smile at him. “Okay, I’m going to beat you at both wrestling matches right now!” Ricky responded, filled with confidence. Then both Ricky and Jerry got on the floor on their stomach and the raised their forearms as they rested their elbows on the carpet. They locked their right hands together and prepared to arm wrestle.

“Okay, ready… set… GO!” Bernie shouted out loud, indicating the start of the arm wrestling match. Jerry immediately tried to force Ricky’s arm down but he realized right away that he couldn’t budge it! Jerry flexed his right bicep and gnashed his teeth, and he could not get Ricky’s arm to move. And to his surprise, Ricky wasn’t even trying to resist Jerry’s force! Ricky just looked at him calmly, like he was patiently waiting for the right moment to force Jerry’s arm down to the floor. Jerry increased the pressure, and was left amazed how easily Ricky was able to resist him. Then Ricky pushed Jerry’s arm down until Jerry’s knuckles touched the carpet. Ricky let out a yawn out of boredom and said “Golly that was easy! I didn’t even break out a sweat!”

Jerry was absolutely amazed! But before he could say anything, Ricky let go of his hand and stood up in front of him. Then Ricky rolled over Jerry’s body so that he lay on his back, and he got back down on the floor while sitting on his knees and wrapped his left arm around Jerry’s left leg, while holding the leg in the air and pressing down on Jerry’s shoulder with the right hand for the easy pin. Jerry tried to wiggle his way out of the pin but there was no way! Bernie slowly counted to three out loud, and the match was over! Ricky had easily beaten Uncle Jerry at arm wrestling and at wrestling!

Next: Off to the gym

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Hey! Where all these chapters come from? Now I notice they exist!!!! Thanks rex, I only wished to have known earlier, this was one of the stories i wanted to keep reading :3

[iceman75]

Yup, that's me as Uncle Jerry, that was back when I and Rex were really talking alot on Yahoo Messenger back and forth. I read his first couple chapters of Ricky and had to get in contact with him, we hit it off, but our friendship became strained when he took a story that I enjoyed in a different direction than I would have liked. But it's great to see this story up, as this is my favorite story series by Rex, personally.

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Ricky – chapter 9 – by scriptboy ([email protected])

The First Workout

Uncle Jerry got up and sat on Ricky’s bed, completely exhausted with sweat pouring from his arms, chest and forehead. “Holy cow, it was no contest at all! You just beat me like I was a rag doll!” Jerry said to Ricky, while wiping the sweat from his forehead with a towel. “I told you I was strong, Uncle Jerry! But I don’t want you to feel bad. I’m sorry if I was too rough on you…” Ricky said, looking Jerry in the eye with a very sad look on his face.

“Don’t worry, Ricky! I think it’s wonderful, that you’re so strong! I love it! I just love being around a kid like you, you can show off your strength and your muscles to me any time you want to, because you’re my buddy!” Jerry responded. Ricky got up and looked at Jerry with a huge smile on his face. “I like you, Uncle Jerry! Can I be your best friend?” Jerry just chuckled. “Of course you can, Ricky! I need a strong kid like you! I was going to ask you the same thing! It’s settled then, from now on, we’re best friends, okay?” Jerry said, raising his right hand and making a fist, but finally just sticking out his pinky. Ricky raised his hand and stuck out his pinky and wrapped it around Jerry’s. “It’s a deal. I promise to be your best friend.”

Then Bernie walked towards the bed where Jerry was sitting, and Ricky was sitting right next to him. “Let’s get ready for bed, okay? Ricky has school tomorrow. We’ll go the gym, and I’ll get Ricky in the afternoon and take him to the gym for his first workout. Ricky is going to sleep with Rusty, and Jerry, you can sleep in here, on Ricky’s bed.”

Ricky just changed into another pair of shorts and crawled on to Rusty’s bed. Rusty came in and got in bed next to him about an hour later, while Jerry slept in Ricky’s room. But Ricky woke up in the middle of the night, longing to sleep on his own bed, so he got up and quietly left Rusty’s room and entered his own room. Uncle Jerry was a big man, but luckily he was lying on the far side of the bed, closest to the wall. Ricky gently pulled back the sheets and crawled in bed next to his uncle; he lie on his back and promptly fell asleep, while lying on his back, sleeping against his uncle’s body.

Jerry woke up a few hours later. He was used to waking up early, and today was no exception. When he opened his eyes, he could only see what was in the room because Ricky had a small night light, plugged into an outlet in the wall. When Jerry turned his body over to the right side, he noticed that there was someone else on the bed right next to him! He immediately noticed the large pectorals of the muscular boy. His pecs were rising with every deep breath he took.

Jerry looked at Ricky’s body and was amazed how muscular he was. Even while he was sound asleep, his muscles were solid and as hard as a rock! Jerry gently placed the palm of his hand on Ricky’s pecs, and he let his hand slowly run over the boy’s muscular body, down to his abdominals. Jerry thought for a moment he must have been dreaming, it seemed as if there was an angel in his bed, guarding him, and protecting him. Then it occurred to Jerry that it was the World’s strongest human being who was sound asleep right next to him.

Jerry rested his hand on Ricky’s pectorals, he even tried to squeeze the boy’s muscles but he realized that they were as hard as bowling balls, even while he was asleep! He was absolutely amazed at the boy’s incredible muscular physique; he had never seen a ten year-old boy who possessed such muscle, and such strength. Suddenly, he heard a light groan coming from the powerful boy, who slowly turned his body on to his side, facing Jerry. Then Ricky wrapped his right arm around Jerry’s back, pulling him close to him like he was hugging a teddy bear. Jerry loved the feeling of being hugged by the young muscle man; even in his sleep he could feel Ricky’s awesome strength as Ricky held on tight to Jerry’s torso. Jerry couldn’t turn around or move his body at all; he realized he was completely locked into the boy’s powerful grip. But he didn’t seem to mind it!

Jerry dozed off in Ricky’s arms, and he slept like a baby. When he woke up again, hours later, Ricky was already dressed and gone to school. Jerry felt like the previous night was like a dream, because he actually got to sleep next to a young boy who possessed unlimited muscular strength and he loved it!

Ricky had an uneventful day at school, just going to classes and taking lots of notes. Jerry had received an orientation of the gym, and Bernie and Jerry discussed work hours, job tasks, and what his job expectations were. But Bernie was very happy that his brother was here and he asked him to keep an eye on Ricky and be like a mentor to him, to guide him and to counsel the boy on how to maintain and possible even increase his strength and muscles.

That afternoon, Lulu had dropped Ricky off at the gym. He was wearing a t-shirt with a pair of shorts, socks and tennis shoes. As soon as Ricky walked into the gym, he looked for Uncle Jerry! Jerry was on the bench, lifting about 350 pounds when Ricky arrived. Jerry only did about twelve reps, when he set the bar down on the stand, which was attached to the head of the bench.

Just at that moment, Bernie approached Jerry and asked him to look at a schedule of aerobics classes, and wanted some advice from him. Jerry looked it over, and gave the paper back to Bernie. When Jerry turned around, he saw Ricky on the bench, lifting the same 350-pound bar! He was amazed!

“How many times should I lift this bar, Uncle Jerry?” Ricky asked him. “Keep going until you get tired!” Jerry answered. “Okay! …18… 19… 20… 21… 22…” Ricky counted out loud. Jerry stood there and watched, with his mouth wide open. It seemed as if Ricky could have counted to 1,000 without getting tired.

Next: More fun in the gym with Ricky’s unlimited strength

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Ricky – chapter 10 – by scriptboy ([email protected])

The treadmill

“Hey, Uncle Jerry?” Ricky asked Jerry, while he was still lifting the 350 pound bar and weights. “Yes, Ricky?” his uncle responded. “I already lifted the bar fifty times by now. Do you want me to keep on going? I’m still not tired yet! It’s just getting a bit boring…”

“Sure, set the bar back on the stand and we’ll go do something else.” Jerry ordered his nephew. Ricky gently set the bar back on the stand and got up from the bench. He then stood right in front of Jerry. “What do you want me to do now?” the muscle boy asked him.

Jerry thought he was dreaming. This 10 year-old boy had just completed fifty repetitions lifting a three-hundred-and-fifty pound bar, and he didn’t even break a sweat! Ricky never got tired from lifting the bar; he just got bored with it. Jerry suddenly felt extremely fortunate and honored, when the muscle boy stood in front of him, while waiting for his advice. He found himself suddenly in a position of authority over the most powerful and strongest athlete in the gym!

“Let’s try the treadmill, okay?” Jerry suggested. He turned around and walked up the stairs to the second floor balcony, which overlooked the main floor. Ricky noticed where the treadmills were and decided to take a shortcut. He leaped from the ground to the second floor, which was about 25 feet from the ground. When Jerry made it up the stairs, Ricky stood there already, waiting for his coach to tell him what to do. “Wow! You’re fast!” Jerry said to the boy. “I took a shortcut!”

Jerry got on the treadmill, held on to the handles in front of him, and started walking. Then he increased the pace and started jogging while remaining at the same position on the treadmill, since he was running over a large rubber band. Then he jogged even faster, and he was now running on the treadmill. After about a minute or so, he began to sprint at top speed! Sweat began to poor from his forehead, his arms and his chest, and his face began to turn red as well. After a few minutes of running on the treadmill he began to feel tired, and he began to slow down until he was walking again. “Alright, Ricky. It’s your turn!”

Ricky stepped on the treadmill and grabbed hold of the handle bar in front of him, with both hands. “Now, just start walking” Jerry ordered the muscle boy. Ricky obeyed immediately, and he took his first step, setting the band under his feet in motion. Ricky looked at Jerry for his approval, and Jerry just smiled back, indicating that Ricky was doing it the right way.

“Now, go for a slow jog, Ricky. But don’t go too fast!” Jerry said. Immediately Ricky upped the pace, and the band started to roll faster beneath his feet. This made the gears within the treadmill make a humming sound, for it was measuring Ricky’s speed. He was jogging at a speed between 10 and 15 miles per hour, which seemed pretty fast! Jerry figured that Ricky would be able to run faster because of his strength, so he wasn’t surprised. “Now, run a little faster!” Jerry told him, and he increased the speed even more, running up to twenty miles per hour! Jerry let Ricky continue at that pace for about two minutes or so.

“Ricky, now try to go as fast as you can, but gradually increase your speed!” Jerry coached his young athlete. Ricky obeyed, and Jerry read the average speed on the digital panel on the front of the treadmill. Ricky was going faster, and the panel read 25 miles per hour. Then it read 35 miles per hour. A minute later it was 45 miles per hour! The treadmill was humming like crazy; Jerry started to get a little concerned, but decided not to say anything, unless Ricky started to feel tired. Ricky had just passed 50 miles per hour, when the belt that he was running on broke and the whole thing slipped out from under his feet, and landed on the floor behind the treadmill! Ricky jumped off the machine, and he was frightened when he saw that he had broken the belt!

Just at that moment Bernie walked up the stairs, just to see how they were doing. “What happened?” he asked Jerry, while he was holding the torn belt. “Ricky was running on the treadmill when the belt broke!” Jerry said to him. “What?”

“I’m sorry, dad! I didn’t mean to break your machine! I didn’t do it on purpose!” Ricky cried out loud. Then Bernie turned towards Jerry. “Did you see how fast he was going?” Jerry just smiled. “Fifty miles per hour!” Bernie’s jaw dropped wide open as he looked at his muscular son. “Oh my God! My son can run at 50 miles per hour? That is incredible!” Both Jerry and Bernie looked at Ricky, and observed his mighty, thick quads and his melon-sized calves. “Oh, I could have gone much faster than that, dad! I was just getting started! I’m sorry I broke your machine…” Ricky said, as he bowed his head since he was feeling ashamed for breaking the treadmill. “Don’t worry about it, Ricky. Just be careful next time you get on a treadmill, okay? The one you broke was one of my oldest machines, so it’s alright!” Bernie said with a chuckle, while he gave Jerry a wink.

Bernie walked back down the stairs, leaving Jerry and Ricky on the balcony. “Hey Ricky, let’s jump down to the floor, okay? Can you carry me?” Jerry asked his nephew. “Sure! With pleasure!” Ricky said, as he grabbed hold of Jerry’s torso and lifted him up, holding him over shoulder. Then Ricky hopped over the balcony rail and landed almost thirty feet on the floor below, making a soft landing on his powerful legs. Ricky then set Jerry back down and smiled at him.

Ricky loved the fact that Jerry asked him to do things which required him to use his awesome strength! He began to love his uncle even more, just because of that! And Jerry loved knowing that his nephew would do whatever he asked. Jerry was thrilled, knowing that he was coaching the strongest kid on earth.

Next: Playing football in the park

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Ricky – chapter 11 – scriptboy ([email protected])

The football in the sky

Jerry decided to take Ricky to the park after the workout in the gym, just so he could hang out with the boy. He had driven his car to the gym, and he decided to give Ricky a ride to the park.

“Uncle Jerry? I know one way I could save you some money!” Ricky mentioned, while sitting in the passenger seat of Jerry’s car. “Really? How can you do that?” Jerry wondered. “Well, I can bring you to the gym before I go to school” Ricky answered. Jerry looked at him with a confused look on his face. “But you can’t drive and you don’t have a car!” Jerry answered. “We can play horsy! I’ll carry you to the gym on my back!” the muscle boy answered. “How about we do it tomorrow morning, okay?” Jerry suggested, and the boy nodded with a smile on his face.

When they got to the park, Jerry grabbed his football out of the trunk, and he walked towards the pond. Jerry and Ricky sat by the pond for a few minutes, before they decided to play some football.

Jerry tossed the ball to Ricky, who caught the ball with both hands. Then Ricky tossed it back, but threw it too hard, and Jerry couldn’t catch it. “Hey, don’t use all your strength when throwing the ball! You need to throw the ball in a way that I can catch it, alright?” Jerry instructed the muscle boy. Jerry picked up the ball, which fell a few yards further away, and he threw it back at Ricky, at a high arc. When the ball was almost over Ricky, the boy leaped straight up, jumping almost 20 feet in the air, and caught the ball in mid air.

“I’m going to throw the ball hard this time!” Ricky said, as he held the ball in his right hand. He placed his fingertips on the laces on the ball, extended his arm back, and hurled the ball with medium force. He could have thrown in even harder, but he was afraid he would lose the ball. Jerry just stood there, looking up towards the sky, as he witnessed the football as it soared to an incredible height, it appeared as if the ball had been shot out of a cannon!

“Oh no… I can’t get that… Well there goes my football…” Jerry mumbled, feeling as if he would never see the ball again. Suddenly, Jerry felt a slight wind gust against his body, as he was suddenly lifted off his feet, and he was traveling at a very high speed. Ricky ran and let Jerry sit on his shoulders, as the boy leaped in the air, soaring after the lost football! Ricky was running almost 30 miles per hour, leaping to height of almost 20 feet, and located the ball about five blocks away from the park, on one of the rooftops of an office building!

Ricky landed on one of the rooftops, set Jerry down on his feet, and picked up the football. “I found the ball, Uncle Jerry! Do you want to hold on to it while I carry you back to the park?” Ricky asked his uncle, while handing him the football. “Sure, take me back to the park!” Ricky lifted his uncle and let him sit on his shoulders, as Ricky held on to Jerry’s legs with his hands. Then the mighty boy leaped from rooftop to rooftop, until he got back to the park.

Ricky set his uncle back on his feet. “Do you like it, when we play horsy?” the muscle boy asked him. “Yeah, it is awesome! I almost feel like I’m flying, because you run so fast!” Jerry answered. “Do you want to play rocket?” Ricky asked him next. Jerry thought about it for a moment, and wondered what Ricky was talking about.

Then Ricky dropped the football on the grass and walked towards Jerry. He grabbed Jerry by the torso and gently lifted him up. Then the boy looked up at jerry’s face and grinned, when he suddenly hurled his uncle straight up in the air!

Jerry was soaring up to the sky, flying 30 feet… 40 feet… 50 feet in the air! He felt a rush for souring up into the air, it almost seemed like he was riding a roller coaster! But then he was no longer ascending, as he seemed to be suspended in the air for a second.

Then he began to fall towards the ground! Jerry looked down and saw the grassy park come closer and closer! He panicked, as he felt as if he were falling to his death! He began to scream, anticipating a hard crash on to the ground, when he suddenly noticed that he was no longer falling and that he was held up by two arms, placed under his back and his knees. Jerry looked up, and saw Ricky’s face looking down at him. “Don’t worry, Uncle Jerry, I will always catch you in mid air before you come too close to the ground!”

Ricky had leaped into the air to catch Jerry in his arms like he caught a football, then Ricky landed on his mighty feet. Ricky stood up straight, still holding his 300 pound uncle in his arms. “Don’t be scared, Uncle Jerry! I will always catch you! I won’t do anything to hurt you!” the muscle boy said calmly, looking at his Uncle as if he was holding a baby in his arms.

The boy then set Jerry on his feet, he walked up to where he dropped the football, picked it up, and leaped 10 feet in the air, landing just two feet in front of his uncle.

“That’s what I mean with playing rocket! I shoot you in the air like a rocket! I hope I didn’t scare you…” Ricky said calmly. Jerry had to straighten himself out, when he realized that Ricky was not going to do anything to hurt him and that he just had to learn to trust him more. “Well, now I know what you mean! But, it felt great, soaring in the sky like that! Thanks for catching me, champ!” Ricky just looked at his Uncle Jerry with a big smile on his face.

Next: The challenge in the gym

[rextorres]

Ricky – chapter 12 – by scriptboy ([email protected])

Taking care of Uncle Jerry

Uncle Jerry and Ricky had a great time playing football in the park. Jerry loved his super strong nephew because he was such a down-to-earth kid. His innocence and eagerness to always want to help out and his willingness to just be a great friend to Jerry made him feel useful and needed. Jerry realized that he was capable of making a tremendous impact on this very special young man, and he was honored to be the mentor of such a powerful kid.

After they had left the park, they drove off to a sandwich shop to buy something to eat. The two walked into the restaurant and Jerry placed the order. While they were waiting for their food, Ricky decided to collect all the plastic bags of ketchup and mustard and enough napkins for the two of them.

It began to rain very hard while they were inside the sandwich shop, and the dirt-filled parking lot had transformed into a large mud puddle while the rain came down. Jerry realized that this could pose a problem if his car was stuck in the mud, but he decided to keep quiet so that he would not cause Ricky to worry about it. Jerry and Ricky had gotten in the car and Jerry started the engine. But when Jerry stepped on the gas pedal, his back tires were spinning but they were slipping over the mud and the car would not come loose.

“Darn it! We’re stuck in the mud!” Jerry shouted angrily, as he made a fist with his right hand and banged on the steering wheel. “How are we going to get my car out of the mud?” Jerry wondered out loud, clearly expressing his frustration.

“How about if I gave the car a little push?” Ricky said to his uncle, hoping that he could cheer him up. “Sure, why not?” Jerry said, as he looked over at the young bodybuilder boy. Ricky instantly placed a big smile on his face, for he just loved every opportunity he got to show off his incredible strength.

Ricky got out of the car, walked towards the back of the car, placed his finger under the back bumper and easily lifted the back car a few inches in the air, high enough for the back wheels to be suspended a few inches from the ground. Ricky effortlessly walked a few steps towards a dry area on the parking lot, pushing Jerry’s car in front of him. Then he gently set the car back down so that the back wheels were back on the pavement again. The boy climbed back into the car, and this time Jerry was able to drive the car off of the parking lot.

“Wasn’t that a little heavy for you? To lift my car like that? How many fingers did you use?” Jerry asked the muscle boy. “Just one, I used my pinky. I put my pinky under the bumper and I lifted the back of the car. Then I pushed your car a few feet forward until I found a dry spot to set it down on. It was no big deal; your car is as light as a feather to me!” Ricky answered.

Jerry was once again amazed by Ricky’s strength. But what impressed him even more was the fact that to Ricky it just seemed to be more and more a part of his normal, every day life, to be able to perform such amazing feats of strength on a day to day basis. It seemed normal for him to be that strong, and Jerry felt like he was beginning to get used to it as well. Still, he loved the boy with all his heart and he really didn’t care how strong or muscular he was!

When they had gotten home, Jerry told Ricky to get into the shower and to dress up in plain clothes so that he could go to bed. Jerry sat on the couch and watched TV while Ricky was in the shower. When he was done, Jerry took a shower as well. They had both dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, so that they were ready to go to bed at any time.

Jerry just sat on the couch while he was watching TV, and Ricky joined him and crawled on the couch next to him. The boy leaned his head and torso against Jerry’s side while they watched TV, until Ricky noticed that his uncle had dozed off! Jerry’s breathing was loud but constant, his mouth was open but his eyes were closed, so Ricky knew right away that his uncle had fallen asleep on the couch.

It had already happened at least once that Jerry had to carry Ricky to bed after the boy had fallen asleep in front of the TV, so now Ricky saw this as the opportunity to return the favor. Ricky carefully lifted his head and stood up from sitting on the couch. He grabbed hold of his uncle by placing his arms under his knees and under his shoulders, lifting his 300-pound uncle from off the couch like he was a baby. Then the muscle boy carefully walked up the stairs while holding the adult man in his arms. He walked into his bedroom and lay his uncle down on one side of the bed. Then he climbed in bed himself and pulled back the sheets and the blanket. He decided to hold on to his uncle like he was a teddy bear, and he lay down on the bed with his back on the mattress. Then Ricky gently grabbed his uncle by his shoulders and rolled him over so that Jerry was lying on top of him with his chest resting on top of Ricky’s pectorals.

Ricky looked at his uncle with a smile. To him, his uncle just seemed like a big baby. The 300-pound uncle didn’t bother him either, Ricky could no longer feel any weight anymore, and to him everything was as light as a feather. Ricky just wrapped his arms around Jerry’s neck and held on to him like he was a doll. But to him it didn’t matter, Jerry was his uncle and he cared for him deeply. Ricky was determined to do whatever it took to take care of his uncle, even if he was the youngest person in the house! He still loved his uncle a lot and he would use his strength to please him every way he could. He had already enjoyed a great day with Uncle Jerry in the gym and at the park, and he wondered what he would get to do with his uncle the following day, after he had gotten home from school?

Next: Ricky joins the football team

[chocomus]

This story is very good, rex as all of your stories are. Just... Is there something Ricky can't do? I mean, there is a real challenge for him out there? He can lift anything! I wonder if he could lift a building with no effort. That would be cool to see.

[rextorres]

Ricky ? chapter 13 ? by scriptboy ([email protected])

Running with the football

Uncle Jerry had received an invitation from Ray, a friend of him from school, to attend his son?s football game at a high school in northern Florida. Since Ricky had an extra day off from school, Jerry figured it would be fun to take Ricky on a trip to Chipley in order to watch the Tigers football game.

It was about a nine-hour drive from Hialeah to Chipley, which is 83 miles west of Tallahassee, the Florida State Capital. Jerry made the drive in his Nissan pickup truck, with Ricky sitting next to him. Jerry loved going on these kinds of trips, and since Bernie had to prepare to attend a gym owners? conference in Orlando, he offered to take Ricky to Chipley so that the two of them could hang out together.

The trip was a treat for Ricky, because he had never attended a live football game before. He had watched several football games on TV and he had met some of the players in person, since they worked out at his parents? gym. But he had yet to attend a live game, and this seemed like a great opportunity for him to get out and to spend some time with his uncle. This was also his first trip ever since he was released from the hospital after he had experienced the incredible growth spurt which was a result of the experimental radiation treatment he had received as a baby. This growth spurt had led to his phenomenal increase in muscle size and physical strength, which still has remained untested.

When Jerry and Ricky had finally arrived in Chipley, they went to a gas station where Jerry tried to contact his friend Ray on his cell phone. Ray had given him directions to the high school, where they would watch the game. Ray was a tall, sturdy African-American man, who himself looked like a football player! His son, Roy, was the quarterback on the junior football team and the boy happened to be the same age as Ricky!

When the game finally got started, Chipley played against Wicksburg and the Panthers were the first to score a touchdown, and they made the extra point as well. The Chipley Tigers came back and scored a touchdown of their own, and the game was tied at 7-7. The Panthers scored on another run, and the score remained 14-7 for the Panthers all the way through halftime.

Ricky and Jerry were sitting in the stands, where they were watching the game and cheering on the Tigers. During halftime, Ray was called to talk to the coach of the Tigers. Five minutes later he came back to the stands where Ricky and Jerry were sitting, and he walked straight up to Ricky. ?Hey boy, do you know how to play football?? Ricky was surprised that he even asked him that. ?One of our players got sick during halftime and both of my extra?s are out with the flu. Do you think you can play just for the second half of the game?? Ricky turned towards Uncle Jerry.

?What?s going on? You need another player?? Jerry asked him. Ray nodded yes. ?Hey Ricky,? Jerry said as he turned towards the boy, ?When the quarterback passes or throws the ball to you, once you catch it, do nothing but run to the end zone. Can you do that?? Ricky looked at him with a smile. ?Of course! How fast should I run? Top speed?? Jerry pondered it for a moment and realized that he had to be very specific because he didn?t want Ricky to do anything that would scare the other players. ?No, just run fast enough so that none of the other players can stop you or block you! Just make sure you carry the ball to the end zone. Just run a little faster than the other players, okay??

Wow! Ricky had a chance to play football! He looked at his uncle with a huge smile on his face. ?Thank you, Uncle Jerry! You?re the greatest!? he said. The boy stood in front of his uncle and embraced him. ?I love you, Uncle Jerry!? he said, hugging his uncle while lifting his uncle off his seat. ?So, what should I do now?? the boy asked his uncle. ?Go with Ray, get suited up. Get your helmet and your shoulder pads, and put on a jersey so that you can play. Hurry up!? Jerry instructed the muscle boy.

Ricky ran on down to the locker room where he got dressed. Moments later, he joined the line up as the halftime break had ended and the second half was about to get underway. Jerry was so proud of his boy. He just felt nervous at first, he was afraid that Ricky might get hurt. Then he remembered the boy?s strength, and the fear passed. There were several other parents sitting in the stands, and there was even a gentleman who looked like a newspaper reporter. What if anyone were to find out about Ricky?s strength? Jerry hoped that nothing would happen and that Ricky would just have fun playing a little football game.

Nothing happened in the first two plays. But on the third play, the quarterback passed the ball to Ricky. As soon as he caught it, he ran towards the end zone. All the people in the stands got up, including Jerry. ?Run, boy, RUN! Go! Go! Go!? he shouted. Another lady got up! ?Come on! Take that ball to the end zone!? she screamed at the top of her lungs.

Ricky dashed towards the end zone while holding the ball in his arm. Two players came from behind, and Ricky saw them coming. But he ran a little faster then them, and he easily coasted into the end zone, scoring six points for the Tigers! At the next line up, the kicker kicked the ball over the goal post and the match was tied at 14 points each.

?Alright! Did you see that kid run? He?s a fast little guy, huh?? Ray said. Jerry loved it; he felt so proud of Ricky and loved watching his boy cruise into the end zone with the ball. All the parents were cheering for Ricky! There was still another quarter left in the game, and Jerry wondered how the game would end.

Next: The Fourth Quarter.

[CTSTUD35]

I have known Rex for along time.Also I help him with two other guys writing kids stories about our verison of Superboy.It is totally different all together. I really enjoy Rexs' writing.The way I help out in the group I give them ideas of each story. All the stories are rated PG-17 which means all clean for young kids to read. There are no muscle growth or cock growth in the stories at all.

If any of you have small kids and you wish for them to read his stories all you need to do is to go to www.superfantasystories.com I hope you all enjoy them.

[rextorres]

Originally Posted by chocomus

This story is very good, rex as all of your stories are. Just... Is there something Ricky can't do? I mean, there is a real challenge for him out there? He can lift anything! I wonder if he could lift a building with no effort. That would be cool to see.

Thanks, Chocomus! I know it's hard to believe that this story was written back in 2003. I should do an update "Ricky... 5 years later".

Anyway, the whole idea behind Ricky is that this is a story about a happy, little boy who has the amazing gift of unlimited physical strength, nothing more. So, in theory, he could lift anything. Unlimited strength means that there is no limit to how strong he is. Nothing is too heavy for him. So, the answer is, that yes, he could lift a whole building if he wanted to!

Anyways, I've been having trouble accessing and posting to the forum all week long ("The server is too busy. Please try again later"). So, let's hope the problem gets fixed so I can finish posting the rest of the story.

[TheMM]

Originally Posted by rextorres

Thanks, Chocomus! I know it's hard to believe that this story was written back in 2003. I should do an update "Ricky... 5 years later".

Anyway, the whole idea behind Ricky is that this is a story about a happy, little boy who has the amazing gift of unlimited physical strength, nothing more. So, in theory, he could lift anything. Unlimited strength means that there is no limit to how strong he is. Nothing is too heavy for him. So, the answer is, that yes, he could lift a whole building if he wanted to!

Anyways, I've been having trouble accessing and posting to the forum all week long ("The server is too busy. Please try again later"). So, let's hope the problem gets fixed so I can finish posting the rest of the story.

It would be awesomer then awesome to have infinite strength. Or even know someone who did.

*sigh*...Sometimes, but not often, it would be pretty cool to have one of these stories be real life.

Also Rex, if you continue to have problems you can send the rest to a memember who isn't having problems and maybe they can finish posting it for you.

[rextorres]

Ricky – chapter 14 – by scriptboy ([email protected])

The Final Quarter

The game was tied at 14 points each and Wicksburg had the ball. The Panthers were aggressively seeking to add to their score! They were driving hard down the field, and they had several first downs when they were able to pass or run the ball ten yards or more for each play. The Panthers were going for a touchdown, when the Panther’s quarterback threw the ball to one of the receivers who was running towards the end zone. Ricky was standing exactly halfway in between the Panther’s quarterback and the Panther’s receiver when he saw the ball soaring over his head at a height of 10 feet. Ricky leaped 10 feet in the air and caught the ball in mid air with both of his hands over his head!

When he came down on his feet, the crowd went crazy! “Run, Ricky, Run! Go for their end zone!” Jerry shouted. Immediately Ricky dashed towards the sidelines and ran towards the Panther’s end zone, but staying within the sideline on the field. When one of the Panthers’ players tried to block Ricky, he just jumped 5 feet in the air and sailed right over his head! He headed straight towards the end zone and earned another six points for the Tigers! The crowd was on its feet, with Jerry and Ray just basking in the glory of his nephew’s awesome athletic performance.

“Wow! Did you see him leap in the air like that? That kid is awesome!” one parent shouted. Another gentleman said “Who is that kid? Holy smoke, the boy can run! What an athlete!” and still another one of the parents, who was sitting next to Jerry, said “Is that your son? I have never seen anyone play like that before! He is fantastic!” Jerry was just glowing. He knew that Ricky was an outstanding athlete and he was aware of the fact that Ricky would stand out in any sport, no matter what he did. Having unlimited strength would make him the best athlete in the world! But Jerry also realized that Bernie had wanted Ricky to live a normal life as much as possible, and he definitely did not want any publicity about Ricky to surface. Little did he know that the reporter, who was sitting just a few seats further from him, had completely different plans.

When the crowd had finally become quiet, a tall, skinny gentleman with glasses and a white beard and mustache took a seat next to Jerry. He had a notepad in his hand and he had several pens in his shirt pocket. He looked at Jerry before he turned towards the action on the field. “Well, this has turned out to be quite a football game!” he said. Jerry just turned to him and said “Yeah, I know!”

“Didn’t that boy come with you? The one wearing the number 21 jersey? I have never seen him play here before!” the man said. “Yes, well he’s my nephew. He came with me. We’re just visiting from out of town and when we got here, the coach had asked if Ricky could play because one of the other boys had gotten sick and had to leave the game, leaving the team short by one player”.

“Interesting, very interesting. Well my name is Snoddgrass. Harold Snoddgrass” the man said, while extending his hand towards Jerry. “I’m Jerry Golden, we’re originally from Miami and we’re just here for the weekend!” Jerry said, after he shook his hand.

“Well, you have quite an athlete there! What’s the boy’s name? Ricky?” Harold said, while writing the names down in his notepad. “Yeah, but are you a reporter or something?” Jerry asked him, wondering why he was writing their names on the notepad. “I represent Ricky and his parents, and we really don’t want any publicity about the boy.”

Harold looked at him a little confused at first. “Well, I may be a small town sports writer, but I can’t remember the last time I have seen a kid stand out like that in a football game. I mean, he runs faster than all the other players on the field and he jumps over blockers and he has caught every pass that was made to him, so he obviously has some talent. We don’t get to see a kid play like that every day! How old is he?” Harold asked Jerry. Jerry hesitated at first, and then remarked “He’s ten years old. He’s just a boy. Please don’t put anything in a newspaper or magazine, okay?”

“Just a boy, huh? And the kid plays like a pro! Hmm…” Harold said. Then he got up. “Alright, mister Golden. It was nice to meet you!” he said, as he turned around and left. Ray just got back from the snack bar and sat down next to Jerry as Harold left. “Who is that guy?” Jerry asked him. “Oh that’s Harold. He’s just a sports writer. Don’t worry about him!” Ray answered, putting Jerry at ease.

The game had finally ended and all the kids had gone into the locker room to change. Harold had noted that Ray was talking to Jerry, and he noted Ricky’s name. He stood in front of the door to the locker room when it opened and Ricky walked out. He was just wearing his tank top shirt and shorts. “Hey kid” Harold said, as Ricky walked by. “Are you Ricky?”

Harold examined him from head to toe. “Well, you’re looking pretty good, son!” he said, as he observed Ricky abs, his huge chest, his bulging biceps and his thick quads and calf muscles. He was in awe of the young bodybuilder, who just smiled as the man took stock of the muscular youth. Then Ricky turned around. “I have to go now” and walked towards the stands.

Just at that moment two other boys walked out of the locker room, talking to each other. ‘Did you see that new kid? Did you see his muscles? I have never seen a kid jump that high before! And he seems so strong, too! He told me that he was strong enough to bend a steel bar!” Harold looked up. He scribbled some notes, and grabbed his cell phone. “I’m on to something. This story is hot!”

Next: The drive back to Miami.

[rextorres]

Ricky – chapter 15 – by Jeremy Wilson [email protected]

Ricky goes to the park with Uncle Jerry

Hi, this is Uncle Jerry, you probably know my nephew real well, Ricky the muscle boy, well after we got out of the gym I was still amazed at the feats he saw my 10 year old nephew, but he shrugged it off as though it was nothing for him, which it really was. He did so many things after that as well, we went to the park and he continued to amaze me with his jumping power and he actually threw me up in the air over 50 feet and caught me like a football. His strength is totally unreal and from what I have seen, he isn't using a lot of it, he hasn't tried with anymore than 10 percent of his total strength when being around me, and maybe even less than that. I am beginning to think there really are no limits to his strength, unreal when you consider he is only 10, he has a lot more growing to do and yet he is the strongest person in the history of the planet! And guess what, he will do anything I tell him to do, no matter how silly or strange, because he loves me like a brother! So this is basically a bunch of stuff me and Ricky did, that I totally thought up for him.

First of all, let me tell you that I am no small man, I am 6 feet tall and weigh 320 pounds of muscle, most things are too weak to support my weight, like pull up bars in gyms, and swing sets, so I decided to experiment with Ricky, who is much stronger than any steel in history. He has already made me feel completely weightless numerous times, so I had no trouble believing that he could do what I wanted to do with him. Second let me say that while I consider myself straight, I am fascinated with the strength and muscles of young boys, and Ricky is the most muscular pre-teen boy to ever exist, and the strongest person in the world that has ever existed, so obviously I am going to enjoy every minute I am with him. Since he will do a majority of what I say, I am able to live out just about every fantasy I have concerning strong kids, which is awesome to think about.

"Ricky, come here, I got some stuff that I want you and me to do, it definitely involves your strength, and muscles, I know you will like this as much as I do." So he ran up to me and hugged me, his little muscle arms could only fit half way around me, but he still had enough strength to lift me off the ground easily. "Oh, Uncle Jerry, I love to use my strength so much, especially around you, you make me feel even stronger than usual, lifting you and carrying you is so much fun, and even if you are so light I can hardly feel you." I smiled down at him and said "Well, I love that you love lifting me, because you are my favorite nephew, and you are a very special kid. Here's what I want you and me to do today." I told him what I wanted to do, each thing made him very happy, because it allowed him to use his strength at the same time I am using my strength. It made Ricky so glad to know that his uncle wants him to be his workout partner, because up to this point he had been the outcast, so he is just happy to have someone around who loves him as much as I do, someone who does whatever he wants, and he does everything that I want, even though he doesn't have to.

"Okay Ricky, stand right there, with your arms out to your sides and your legs spread shoulder with apart." He did so, without question, and then I said "Okay, here I come." I ran up to him and jumped high off the ground, to land on his outspread arm, which didn't lower or shake any at the impact of my 320 pounds, awesome, my weight is insignificant to him. I stand up on his arm, looking down at his smiling face looking up at me, knowing that he barely even feels me on his arm, even though I weigh 200 pounds more than him, he must have unlimited strength. So I test it and started to jump up and down a little, but it didn't faze him in the least, he just kept smiling as though he was expecting it all, and was just having fun. I jumped off his arm onto the ground and said, "Ricky, jump up on that park bench over there, I got something else I want to try." I ran back to my car and got my weightlifting belt that had the chain attached to it, I usually use it for weighted dips and chins, but I haven't for a while since most bars couldn't easily hold the combined weight, heck most bars couldn't hold my 320 pounds period! So I strapped the weights on it, making me about 70 pounds heavier, and asked Ricky to put one arm out straight, palm up. I grabbed the heavily muscled forearm and tested my weight on it, since it was level with my eyes at this point, all I could really do was lift my feet off the ground and my knees wouldn't be too far from the ground. So I got a good grip and pulled down a little, his arm had no give, just like when I was jumping up and down, I looked at his face again, he was smiling, knowing that whatever I tried could do nothing against his invincible body, but still I wanted to try. So I lifted my feet off the ground and stayed there for a couple seconds, adjusting my hands to the best position I could. And he didn’t even sense my weight, plus the weight of the two 35 pound disks that he strapped to his belt. That’s a total of 390 pounds and it was insufficient to even make Ricky try! Then I started doing pull-ups, and they were the best I have done for a while, the most reps I had completed ever, in the history of me doing pull-ups, because there was no give to the bar that was Ricky’s arm, if I had the ability I am sure I could have went on for hours, but I just stopped at 200 reps.

Then I told him to put both arms out straight, a little over shoulder width apart, and I proceeded to lift myself of the ground again, this time in dip position. I did 100 dips and Ricky didn't shake even a little, he held my 320 pounds, plus the 70 pounds I had around my weightlifting belt, he didn't even notice it. After that I was tired out and had a hard time walking around, Ricky noticed this and picked me up in his strong arms. "Oh Uncle Jerry, are you sleepy, don't worry, you got your big nephew to carry you home." I said "But what about my car, I don't want it staying here all night, I don't think it will be safe." But Ricky said "Don't worry, just lay down in the back seat and go to sleep I will find a way to get us home." So I laid down in the back seat, but I wasn't exactly asleep, then I heard the car rocking from side to side and I felt a sudden jerk, I looked outside the windows to find the car was almost six feet in the air! I pass out, realizing that my 9 year old nephew is carrying a combined weight of almost 2 tons, as easily as he would carry a stuffed animal.

[rextorres]

Ricky ? chapter 16 ? by scriptboy ([email protected])

Ricky?s Super Halloween Trick

A huge poster was hung in the school hallway announcing a big party on Halloween night. As soon as the poster went up, it began to draw large crowds. Everybody loves a good party, but this one had something special to offer: there was a hundred-dollar prize for the best costume!

Ricky saw the poster and pondered about what to dress up as for Halloween. The decision was an easy one: he wanted to dress up as someone who was known for his great strength. Since he loved the idea of being a super hero, Ricky asked Bernie and Lulu to buy him a Superman costume.

On the night of the party, Ricky was a little nervous about wearing his costume. Every costume that they found in the store was too small for him, so Lulu bought an adult costume, and altered it so that it could still fit over Ricky?s muscular body. First, he put on the tights and the red short pants. Then he fit the red boots, and he finally put on his red cape, fastening it to the blue shirt. ?You look just like the real super hero! Have fun, and don?t get too close to Kryptonite!? Lulu said to her son, as she was about to drop him off at the school for the party.

When Ricky walked in to the auditorium at school, all his friends walked up to him. ?Wow, you look so REAL! You look like the real Superman, with all those muscles while wearing that costume!? Jason said, looking over Ricky in his blue Halloween costume. Jason was one of Ricky?s best friends in school who also knew about Ricky?s unlimited strength. The boys went ahead and mingled with the rest of the crowd.

An hour went by when the announcer finally walked on to the stage, everyone became quiet. The chubby, short man grabbed the microphone as he began to address the crowd in the auditorium. ?Alright, ladies and gentlemen. This is the moment you have all been waiting for. I?m going to announce the winner of the best Halloween costume at tonight?s party!?

All the boys and girls looked around and there was a slight buzz coming from the crowd. Who would it be? ?A group of teachers has made the rounds by walking among the crowd during tonight?s party, and they have narrowed their favorites down to two winners. One is a boy, and one is a girl. Are you ready?? the announcer said.

The crowd roared ?Yeah!? and immediately quieted down when the announcer brought his microphone back up to his mouth. ?Make no mistake about it; this kid loves to be the strongest person in school. But there?s something really cool about him, because he?s not known to be a bully at all! On the contrary, he is always the first in line to help out, no matter what the need is. This kid is a hero at school every day, but today he?s decided to wear his ?normal? clothes, I guess. All other days, he wears his ?disguise?, for he dresses up to look like a regular student. He really deserves to wear the big, red cape with the yellow letter ?S? on it. You all know who I?m talking about, I?m speaking of nobody else but Ricky ?Superman? Golden!? the announcer said out loud, followed by an eruption of cheers from the crowd.

Just at that moment, Ricky walked on to the stage, with a big smile on his face. Mister Jones, the announcer, waited for the young ?Superman? to walk up to him so that he could interview him before the crowd. ?You know that you have just won one-hundred dollars! How do you feel, Superman?? Ricky began to blush a little, and answered in the microphone, ?Great! It?s awesome!?

?Tell me, Superman, what are you going to do with one hundred dollars?? Mr. Jones teased Ricky. ?I?m going to buy more weights!? the muscle boy answered, as he appeared even more muscular now, while wearing the costume of his favorite super hero.

?Tonight is Halloween night, Superman. Do you have any tricks you can show us? Like, can you give us an idea of how strong you are?? the teacher asked the little, blue super hero. ?Sure, is there a chair you can sit on?? Ricky asked him.

One of the stage hands rolled out one of the office chairs, which was adjustable for weight and height. ?Now, we?re all going to see if Superman?s muscle are for real, or not! How many of you think his muscles are fake?? Mr. Jones asked. A few of the kids raised their hands.

Mister Jones sat in the chair and held the microphone to his mouth, while addressing the audience. ?Now, keep in mind that I weigh over 310 pounds! So let?s see what Superman can do!?

Ricky squatted down besides the chair and grabbed hold of the metal bar that was supporting the chair from the bottom center of the seat. Ricky slowly stood back up, while lifting the chair off the ground, and using his other hand to balance the chair so that it wouldn?t tip over forward, preventing Mr. Jones from falling off of it. When he was standing straight, Ricky let go of the chair with his left hand and continued to hold the chair to his right, while just holding on to the chair with his right hand. Mister Jones began to clap as the whole crowd let out a series of ?oohs? and ?aahs?, since everyone was amazed by Ricky?s feat of strength.

Then Ricky grabbed hold of the front of the seat with his left hand, as he slowly squatted down, lowering the chair with Mr. Jones in it until he set it gently back down on the stage floor. As soon as the base of the chair was touching the stage, Ricky let go and stood straight up. Mr. Jones stood up and began to clap, followed by the rest of the crowd. Ricky bowed before the audience and walked off the stage, with his cape blowing in the wind. What an awesome trick!

[rextorres]

Well, there you have it; all sixteen chapters of Ricky, as they have been archived since they were written since 2003. So, what do you guys think? Is it worth continuing?

Let me know!

-Rex

[CTSTUD35]

Need another Chapters of Ricky...Does he Get Super Powers and fights crime? Does he win the hearst of all the innocent ones in the world being so Super? Please continue,Rex

[TheMM]

...You already know the answer Rex.

[iceman75]

Ricky is awesome man, I would love to see what more he can do in terms of strength feats. You're a much more experienced writer than you were 5 years ago, so it would be interesting to see what kind of different perspectives you could put in there than you had back in its original run. So yeah, please continue.

[chocomus]

Sure! Why not? But are you gonna write him still at that age or older? time pass for everyone and i'm sure that even if he's big he can grow more (There is always more room to grow)