Description Danny is unexpectedly given some brown paper packets that are supposed to turn him into everything he wishes he were. He quickly learns that changing your body changes your life in unexpected ways.
|Updated||01 Nov 2003|
Danny sat at the kitchen table and studied the brown paper packets that lay in an untidy pile in front of him. They were each about an inch square and looked like the sugar packets his father put in his coffee but without anything printed on them. If that crazy old woman was to be believed they would make him a man among men, or something like that.
Sitting there in the kitchen with the Saturday morning sunlight streaming through the window it was strange to think that less than an hour before, for the first time in his life, he had actually done something heroic. Heroism was just not something that came naturally to Danny, but then he would have been the first to admit that he was more comfortable using his mind than his body. At 17 he was just under six feet tall but weighed in at a paltry 155 pounds. His father never tired of telling him that he'd always dreamed that his only child would one day be a football star like his old man, and the fact that Danny had made the Honor Roll five straight semesters hardly made up for the disappointment.
Still, something had possessed him earlier that day when walking home from the library he had spotted an old woman slowly making her way across the street oblivious of the speeding truck bearing down on her. Without a thought he had snatched her out of the way just before the truck, horn blaring, roared through the spot where she had been and off down the street. Danny had helped the old woman to the curb and then collapsed onto it himself as he his adrenaline rush subsided and he realized that he could have been killed himself.
It was only then that the old woman pushed the unkempt, gray hair away from her face and regarded him with steely, blue eyes that somehow looked far too young for her gnarled visage. She let out a dry chuckle then spoke.
“You've saved me, lad, and given me a debt to repay at the same time.” Her voice, like her eyes, seemed younger then the bent shape it belonged to, and though she had an accent Danny couldn't begin to guess where it originated.
She reached into the folds of her clothes and brought out a brown paper bag, creased and folded as if from years of use. She held it out to him and when he hesitated she said, “Take it, boy. They'll give you what you want, make you the man you've always wanted to be. And they'll see to it that you get the other men you want, too.”
He would have refused but something in those eyes told him not to so he gingerly took the bag from her. Having apparently repaid her debt she chuckled once more and set off leaving Danny sitting on the curb. After a couple minutes he got the courage to look inside the bag and saw what appeared to be sugar packets stolen from some coffee shop. He started to laugh but then remembered those steely eyes and quickly glanced up the street where she had disappeared from sight. With a small frown he got up off the curb and hurried home.
Crazy old lady, he thought as he picked up one of the packets from the table and tore it open. The white powder inside looked somewhat like sugar but finer than the table variety he was used to. Of course it was stupid to think that anything could happen but maybe …
For once Danny didn't allow himself to dissect the situation but instead went to the cupboard for a glass which he filled up at the sink. He mixed in the contents of one of the packets and watched it dissolve, leaving what looked to be an ordinary glass of water. Despite his resolve he hesitated a moment but before he could have second thoughts he picked up the glass and downed the contents.
When he was done he stood there for a moment feeling a little foolish. It had tasted like water mixed with sugar and a voice in the back of his head assured him that's exactly what it had been. Idiot, he called himself, then set the glass in the sink and headed for his room. Danny got halfway down the hallway when he suddenly began to feel dizzy. He stopped and stood there swaying for a moment but as quickly as the dizzy spell came it was gone. Not daring to think anything could be happening he continued to his bedroom noting as he entered that the room seemed to be awfully warm. Between his bed and his computer table was a closet with a full length mirror on the door. He stopped and looked at himself in the mirror just as a strange feeling began to come over his body.
It had already been warm when he left for the library that morning so he was only wearing a T-shirt and khaki shorts that came down to his knees. For an instant all he could focus on was the thin arms and legs that protruded from his clothes, testament to the fact that he was not the athletic stud his big, beefy father had always wanted for a son. But even as he lamented that fact he began to realize that it wasn't the room that was hot, it was himself. He felt almost feverish and though that meant he must be sick he felt fine, great even. In moment the warm feeling had spread from his torso throughout the rest of his body. For a second he thought his eyesight must even have been affected but when he blinked and looked more closely into the mirror he was amazed to see that his image was beginning to change.
His shoulders were broadening, which seemed impossible, but he could see with his own eyes how his T-shirt began to tighten across the top of his torso. In a moment he realized it was not just his shoulders growing larger but his chest too as his pecs began to expand underneath the shirt. He tore his eyes from the mirror and looked down at his body which had suddenly gone wild with impossible growth. His once flat chest was expanding outwards before his eyes. He brought his hands up to feel his burgeoning pecs and was awestruck to see that his forearms were widening too. Following his arms up past his elbows he could see that his biceps were also growing, already almost filling the once loose sleeves of his T-shirt. With a cry of mixed surprise and fear he grabbed the shirt at his waist and pulled it over his head.
Once again looking in the mirror he was astounded to see that his previously skinny torso was seemingly twice as big as before and still growing. His neck was swelling, no longer a thin shaft connecting an over large head to sloped shoulders but a thickening column of muscle. His shoulders seemed to be growing ever wider, while his deltoids were becoming developed and rounded. His biceps and triceps were rippling with newfound power and when he brought his arms up to flex them they looked like the arms of one of the football player jocks who made his life hell at school. His pecs looked like slabs of growing meat under his skin with an ever enlarging valley appearing between them. His back was growing noticeably wider and his triceps felt the unfamiliar thrust of his lats forcing his arms out from the side of his body. His waist seemed to be the only part of his body that was not broadening but his stomach muscles were rolling and bunching under his skin, developing to an extent he never dreamed possible.
With his attention centered on his rapidly expanding upper body it was a shock when he glanced lower in the mirror and saw that the legs of his shorts were now filled to bursting with massive, new thighs. With a start he realized he must be growing upwards too because the shorts were no longer down to his knees but cut into his ripped quadriceps further up his legs. Even as he watched he realized they were becoming uncomfortably tight and quickly pulled them down his legs and stepped out of them. Now clad only in his already too tight jockey shorts he got a full view of his powerhouse legs, from his thickening quads and hamstrings down to his calves which for the first time in his life were actually discernible, jutting out of the back of his lower legs.
The growth didn't seem to be stopping and Danny would have been happy to ogle his new torso and legs but his attention was now caught by the growing bulge in his shorts. Turning sideways he could see that his ass was already higher, tighter and rounder than before but that view also showed that his crotch stuck out far more than he'd ever noticed in the past. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of his underwear and with some effort pealed them down over his thighs and stepped out of them. Once naked he saw that the muscle growth he was experiencing was also reflected in his cock and balls which were thicker, longer and hung lower than ever before. Almost afraid, he hefted them with his hands, amazed at their new weight and size.
The growth continued for perhaps another half minute or so and then without warning suddenly stopped. Danny stood naked in front of the mirror, running his hands over his bulging chest and rock hard arms, reveling in the washboard feel of his abs. With a shudder, his dick began to expand and with an audible gasp he grabbed it with his hands as it rose and began to point skyward. He couldn't believe that he could fit both hands on the shaft and still see the shiny, purple head beyond his grasp.
It was too fucking much, Danny thought, and decided he had to know how big he actually was. He walked to the door to the hallway, amazed that his legs were so much larger they forced him to swagger as he strode out of the room and into the bathroom next door. He stepped on the scale and saw it quickly shoot past 150, where it had always stopped before, and only come to rest at 248 pounds. He couldn't believe it. Almost 100 pounds of pure muscle in a matter of minutes. He glanced into at the mirror over the sink overcome with joy. Even his face looked different, fuller and more mature with all of his blemishes completely wiped away. It was the face and body of one of the studs he lusted over in the bodybuilding magazines and it was all his. Admiring his new body in the bathroom mirror, his hands still on his hard dick, he gave silent thanks to the not-so- crazy old woman with the steely, blue eyes. Whatever he had done for her this was better repayment than he could have hoped for.
He was so turned on by his massive new body that he couldn't stop himself from jerking his huge cock with his right hand while his other hand massaged his mammoth right pec and nipple. He could have gotten off just staring at his new muscle but at that moment he heard the doorbell ring. For an instant he got a panicked look on his face as if guilty of some crime but then relaxed as he realized that he hadn't done anything wrong. In fact, he had obviously done something very right and been rewarded for it. It only took a moment's thought to realize who must be at the door. On Saturday mornings he tutored Mark Wilcox, a senior fullback on the football team at school, in math and chemistry. With a smile replacing the look of concern on his face he imagined Mark's expression when the door was opened by a huge muscle stud rather than the geeky nerd he expected. Up to this time Danny had always dreamed that the hunky athlete would take the opportunity during one of their sessions to slam his math book shut and force his tutor to service his built body and demanding cock. Well, it looked like that little fantasy was going to be turned around.
Once again marveling at how much bigger his body felt he quickly ducked into his room and grabbed a pair of shorts from his dresser. They were baggy, surf shorts one of his relatives had sent him for his birthday and he had never expected to wear them but now they were the only things he could think of that could possibly fit. He quickly realized that while they had been extra baggy for his old size they were now dangerously tight and it took some work to get them up over his thighs and shelf-like ass. After all that it was even tougher trying to get his hard dick (“How long is this thing?” he wondered) into the shorts but he managed somehow.
He glanced in the mirror and had to smile at what he saw. He was one huge, fucking stud in skintight shorts that made it glaringly obvious that he was hung like a mule. He couldn't help running his hands over his pumped torso once more causing his dick to grow even larger, but the sound of the doorbell ringing again broke him out of his reverie and he headed for the living room.
Mark Wilcox stood on Danny's front porch and leaned on the doorbell for the third time. He wasn't in a good mood for a couple of reasons and waiting around for that dork to open the door and get this dumb study session started wasn't making things better. Here he was wasting a Saturday morning just because his dad said that he needed better grades if he was going to get a scholarship to State next year. Yeah, well fuck State for all he cared right now. He scowled and pressed the doorbell again, muttering “Come on, fucker” under his breath as he did so.
If you asked anyone at school who was the studliest of the studs they would have picked Mark. He had just turned 18 but he looked several years older partly due to the fact that his tight white T-shirt showed that a lot of gym work had gone into his big, hunky, 6' 2” body. The angry expression on his face couldn't disguise the fact that the blonde haired, blue eyed football player was extremely handsome, though that fact hadn't helped him when he had tried to convince his girlfriend to give it up the night before. If he had bothered to think about it he would have realized that her rejection was what was making him so cranky but Mark wasn't one to spend much time thinking. Besides, he already planned to take it out on geek face if he ever opened the door.
As if on cue the door opened and Mark, who had been facing the street, turned around prepared to give Danny shit for taking so long. Only it wasn't Danny who standing there but some huge muscle stud with a big grin on his face. For a second Mark could only stare, first at the guy's face and then with awe at the size of his overdeveloped body. Having spent a lot of time in the gym himself Mark knew what it took to get big like that and as he took in the guy's huge shoulders, massive chest and arms, and chiseled stomach he couldn't help feeling a flash of envy at the bodybuilder's size. Mark knew it must be obvious he was staring but he couldn't help taking a quick glance lower to see if the guy's legs were as massive as his upper body but his gaze was stopped by what was obviously one fucking, huge dick traveling down the left leg of the guys skintight shorts. Mark, who didn't normally have to worry about coming in second in that department, felt another stab of jealousy.
Realizing that he was being anything but subtle Mark tore his gaze away from the guy's beefy body and sheepishly looked him in the face. “Uh, sorry, dude. Is Danny here?”
Danny felt a rush as his high school idol looked in awe at his big, new body. Hell, Wilcox didn't even recognize him now and the former geek didn't feel the need to clear things up just yet.
“You must be Mark. Come on in.” Danny stepped back and after a moment's hesitation Mark walked past him into the living room. The young jock was uncharacteristically subdued now that he had come face to face with an even bigger stud than himself rather than the nerdy braniac he had been expecting. Shutting the door, Danny sauntered into the center of the room, emphasizing the bodybuilder's gait he had naturally assumed now that he had so much more mass. He turned back to Mark and was gratified to see the football player staring with wonder at his jutting pectorals. With sly grin he flexed them both and watched Mark's eyes widen with surprise as the muscles bunched up even more massively than before. With a embarrassed grin smaller stud looked away and down the hall towards Danny's bedroom.
“Danny's not here right now but I told him I'd take care of you until he gets back. I'm his cousin,” lied Danny smoothly. As he spoke he ran a big hand across the smooth expanse of his chest and down to his stomach. “You want something to drink while we wait.”
“Yeah, sure. A Coke or something would be great.”
Danny went to the kitchen and got two Cokes which he took to the dining room table. He sat back in one of the chairs with his legs spread out wide and stared at Mark who was still standing in the living room. After a moment the football player walked over and sat next to him, trying not to stare any longer at the big muscle stud. He wasn't completely successful.
“Danny says you're on the football team.”
“Yeah, I am. I'm a fullback but coach says he may give me a chance at quarterback if I work at it hard enough.” As he spoke, Mark couldn't stop himself from watching the big guy as he massaged his left pec and nipple with his right hand. For some reason he suddenly felt strange sitting this close to the big bodybuilder. Unconsciously he opened and closed his hands while a part of his mind wondered what it would be like to feel that monster chest himself.
Danny was watching Mark in turn, smiling as the football player lapsed into silence, lost in thought while looking over his supersized chest and arms. Fuck, that old witch was right Danny thought. Somehow Mark was getting turned on just being near him and as he watched the high school jock lick his lips Danny's smile turned cruelly triumphant as he realized that he was going to get to break in his new muscle packed body and huge dick on his former idol.
“Shit man, why do you keep staring at my body?” Danny asked in low voice.
Mark shook his head and came back to reality when he heard the big guy's voice. For some reason he had kind of lost it, thinking about how awesome it must be to be as big as that, bigger than almost anyone else around. When he realized what the muscle stud had said his face got red and the already warm room seemed to heat up about 10 more degrees.
“Hey, I'm sorry, I just, uh, well, you're in really great shape and I just was looking, you know.” Mark's voice trailed off as he realized how lame his reply sounded.
“Yeah, you sure were,” Danny said and got up from his chair forcing Mark to sit back to look up at him. From this angle the big guy's huge pecs looked even larger than before, almost obscuring his face. “Looks like you're really into big studs like me. You some kind of fag or something?”
Mark shook his head but even as he did he felt his dick stirring at the thought of what it would be like to have feel that big, muscle packed body pressing down on him. Even so he cringed backwards in his chair when the big guy reached down with one of his huge hands and grabbed him by the wrist, jerking him to his feet. The muscle stud had a leering smile on his face as he took Mark's hand and placed it on his chest, forcing the football star to massage his massive pecs.
“That's what you want, isn't pussy.”
The second he touched the big guy's body Mark's dick grew achingly hard in his jeans. He put both his hands on the other guy's pecs and began to massage them, feeling them bulge and harden as the muscle stud wrapped him in his huge arms and flexed.
“Yeah, you fucking love that big chest, don't you Mark. You've been staring at it since I opened the door, haven't you fucker.”
Danny was already caught up in the sensation of having this high school jock worship his pumped up body. His dick had been half hard already and now it lengthened heading down the left leg of his shorts. With onehand he grabbed Mark by the hair and tilted his head back, crushing his lips down on the fullback. Mark only hesitated a moment before opening his mouth wide letting Danny push in tongue.
The two studs grappled there for a minute, Mark's hands pulling at the slabs of muscle on Danny's arms, chest and back. Finally, Danny broke free and shoved Mark towards the bedrooms. With a dazed look on his face Mark dutifully trudged down the hallway and then hesitated at the end until Danny pushed him into his room. “Get your clothes off,” ordered the big guy, and with a sideways glance at Danny's heaving, massive chest Mark shrugged off his coat and sat down to untie his shoes. Danny crossed his huge arms over his pecs and watched the fullback, his eyes drinking his tight chest and arms, flat waist and long smooth legs as they came into view. He couldn't help smiling at the fact that he once had thought Mark was big but now the fullback looked a lot smaller. Nothing like the size he had gotten, he thought, glancing down at his cannonball biceps.
Mark pushed down his underwear and stepped out of them, standing up to show his already hard 8 inch dick. Danny smirked back at him for a moment then moved to inch down his own shorts which were molded to his skin by the size of his tree trunk thighs, boulder ass and big dick. Once he got them past his thighs they slid to the floor and he straightened up, flexing his upper body and making his rock hard cock jump. Mark felt a rush of desire as he took in the sight of the big stud standing completely nude before him, his huge cock pointing skyward, and moaned unconsciously. When the bodybuilder silently motioned him forward the football player unsteadily covered the distance between the two and then buried his face between the hills of his pecs. Danny slid his arms around Mark, his hands moving down his back to squeeze his tight ass, and whispered into his ear.
“Yeah, baby, we're both gonna have fun with this big body, aren't we.”
An hour later the two studs lay in Danny's disheveled bed, both covered in a mixture of sweat and cum. Danny lay half on top of the smaller guy, one big arm wrapped around Mark's small waist. He had come four times and felt like he could go a couple more rounds but Mark looked like he could use a rest. The football player lay on his back with one hand on his chest and the other cupping his spent dick. From time to time he would cautiously tense the muscles of his tender ass.
Suddenly, Mark sat up with a start and glanced at the door before turning to the big guy next to him with a panicked look.
“Fuck, Danny might come back.”
The muscle stud grinned and then began to laugh, sitting up in bed himself.
“That's nothing to worry about. Danny's been here all along.”
Mark stared at him with a shocked look on his face then began to looking around the room trying to catch sight of his missing tutor. Danny snorted and pulled Mark's face back around.
“No, fucker, I'm right here. I'm Danny.”
His expression changing from shock to disbelief, Mark shook his head. “No way, dude. Danny's a skinny little …” he said but trailed off as he began looking closely at the big guy's face. Damn, he sure looked a lot like Danny, but that must be because they're cousins, right? The muscle stud just sat there, grinning smugly.
“Guess this was a lot more fun than studying functions for Mr. Waltrip's math quiz Monday, wasn't it,” Danny said, referring to the test they were supposed to have studied for that morning.
Mark's mouth fell open and he shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. “How the fuck, I mean, what the fuck … shit.”
With a shrug Danny got out of bed and stood naked in the center of the room.
“Let's just say I decided I was tired of being skinny,” he said, flexing his chest and arms. Mark couldn't help the shudder that passed through his dick as he once again ogled the muscular giant in front of him. He may have been straight when he tried to get into his girlfriend's pants the night before but right now he would have spread his legs again in a second if Danny (Danny?) had told him to.
“How'd you do it?” he asked in a hushed voice. “Fuck man, I wanna try.”
Danny thought a moment then shook his head. “Nah, I think I like being the big guy around here. You be good and we'll see what we can do later.”
He glanced at his bedside clock and saw that it was only noon. “Come on, fucker, let's hit the showers. I think I wanna go outside and let the rest of the world check me out.” He raised his arms in a double biceps pose and the peaks of his big guns rose up to the height of his ears. Then he turned and sauntered off to the bathroom. Mark quickly hopped out of bed and followed the stud's rock hard ass out of the room.
In the shower Danny made Mark soap his big body all over, from his thick shoulders down to his feet. To be honest there wasn't much coercion involved as Mark would have done just about anything to get his hands once more on Danny's huge muscles. A part of his mind knew this was all crazy, that he shouldn't be so turned on by another guy, but just the sight of the water and soap running off of the big bodybuilder's corrugated stomach, or the sight of his massive quadriceps forming a relief map of muscle when he tensed them was enough to make the football player forget all about reality. All he wanted was feel that big body and, he had to admit to himself, to see what it would feel like to be that big himself.
After they showered and dried off in the bathroom, Danny taking the opportunity to put on a posing routine for his horny admirer, the big stud headed for his father's room. His dad had left the night before to check out construction site his company was working on up in the panhandle and wasn't due back until late Sunday or maybe Monday. He knew there would be some explaining to do then but right now Danny needed to borrow some clothes. His dad was a big man himself, though not as large as Danny had become, so he was able to find some T-shirts and shorts that fit without threatening to rip open. In the back of a drawer he came across a speedo he had seen his father wear at the beach and slipping it on Danny checked himself out in the mirror on his dad's closet door. Not surprisingly the swimsuit was skin tight and emphasized the bulge of his mammoth cock and balls. With a grin he headed back to his room where Mark had almost finished dressing.
“Hey, get your pants off and put on the swimsuit you'll find in that top drawer,” he ordered, pointing towards his own chest of drawers. “We're heading for the beach.”
Delano Beach was about eight miles out of town down Highway 1. They took Mark's convertible, both decked out in T-shirts and shorts with swimsuits underneath. After a couple minutes on the road Danny took off his shirt and sat back in the passenger seat, loving the feel of the sunlight and wind on his naked torso. He kept one big hand on Mark's bare thigh and the other feeling his own body. Now and then he patted his pocket where he could feel three of the brown, paper packets that he had grabbed from the kitchen table before they left. He wasn't sure what would happen if he took more but his dick jumped at the thought that they might make him even bigger. He flexed his chest and arms wondering what the limit to all this amazing growth was.
They parked in the lot at the beach and stripped down to their swimsuits standing next to the car. The car keys, their wallets and the three brown packets they put in a waist bag Mark wore around his waist, even though he wondered why Danny had brought sugar to the beach. For the first time Danny noticed that his normally pale skin was already tan, as if the powder had taken care of that little detail also. Mark, who spent as much time at the beach as possible, was already deeply tanned and the two studs made quite a sight standing there in their skimpy suits. Already Danny could see several bikini clad women smiling their direction, tossing frank looks of interest over their shoulders. With a smile, Danny expanded his pumped up torso and swaggered onto the sand, motioning for Mark to follow him. Damn, this was going to be fun.
They spent an hour walking up and down the beach, Danny obligingly flexing his muscles when asked by other beach goers while Mark did his best to hide the hard on the display gave him. It was awesome being this huge, Danny thought. His big torso and tree trunk legs were as hairless as they had been when he was skinny so there was nothing to hide the size and definition of his pumped up body. He got more attention in that one hour than during all the times he'd ever been to beaches in his entire life. It was such a rush he had a difficult time himself hiding the hard on it gave him, but after a while he decided he liked showing off the size of his half-hard dick and was gratified at the attention it garnered too.
About a mile down from where they parked, where Delano Beach turned into Pompano Beach, there was another parking lot with an open air gym between it and the sand. It was called the Pit and the few times Danny had come to the ocean he had always managed to spend at least some time lusting over the studs who worked out there. As they approached Danny smiled at Mark and punched him in the shoulder, knocking him off balance.
“Maybe I better give this big body a workout,” he said smiling. Mark just grinned back, rubbing his shoulder.
They reached the fence surrounding the weight enclosure and took a look at the men and women working out. Danny was happy to see that none of the guys were in as good of shape as he was, a fact others apparently noticed because glancing to his left he saw a blonde woman in a bikini running her eyes up and down his body. She noticed him watching her and gave him a big smile, so he smiled back and flexed his left arm straight down, making his triceps stand out. She nodded approvingly and he laughed to himself at the thought that looking was all she was ever going to be able to do. He turned to Mark to share the joke and saw that the football player's attention was centered on a guy in workout shorts and tennis shoes that had just walked out of the changing room that dominated one side of the Pit.
The new guy was darkly handsome with slicked back, black hair and swarthy skin, and though Danny didn't recognize him from any of the bodybuilding magazines stashed under his mattress he looked like he could have taken on any of the pros whose photos graced those pages. His neck and shoulders were immense and topped a massive v-shaped torso that cut down a minuscule waist. His pecs were thick and full, seeming to jut out like a shelf under his square jaw. As he walked he continually flexed and unflexed his enormous arms with their cannonball biceps and swollen triceps, holding them well out from his sides in deference to widespread back. If there was an ounce of fat on his chiseled abs it was impossible to see as his muscled stomach swept down to his skin-tight workout shorts which showed a hefty bulge at the crotch. His legs were so large he was forced to bend his knees as he walked to make room for his tree-trunk thighs and massive calves. The newcomer easily outclassed anyone else in the Pit and his self-satisfied expression and strutting walk indicated he was clearly aware of that fact. Danny, watching Mark's eyes follow the huge stud across the Pit, felt a stab of jealousy as he realized that he was probably outclassed as well. With a frown he reached around Mark's waist and unsnapped the waist bag he was wearing, causing Mark to turn around in surprise. Mark opened his mouth to say something but Danny just glared and quickly headed off towards the changing room.
The look he had gotten made Mark pause and think twice before heading after the bigger guy. Glancing back into the Pit he saw that the dark guy had stopped at a weight rack with an empty Olympic bar and was loading it with weight, 45 lb. on either side. Despite his concern about Danny, Mark paused a moment and watched the big guy start curling the bar, warming up his biceps for what promised to be an impressive arm workout. It looked like about half of the other people currently lifting were also watching though no one seemed brave enough to approach the newcomer. Mark had to admit something had changed for him that morning, or perhaps he had just come to some sort of realization, because watching the big, built dude curl, his biceps bulging with the beginning of his pump, the football player couldn't deny the charge he felt in his dick. Fuck, that stud was even bigger than Danny. Torn between his interest in the newcomer and curiosity about what was up with Danny he finally tore himself away and headed after his classmate.
When Danny walked into the changing room he was glad to see that it was empty. He had been a skinny guy who got no respect for too long to let someone else steal the show just when he was starting to have some fun. Reaching into the bag he pulled out one of the brown, paper packets and then stopped and looked around for something to pour it into. There was a drinking fountain against one wall but he couldn't see anything he could mix the powder in so he shrugged, tore open the packet and poured the contents on his tongue. He took a couple deep drinks from the fountain to wash it down and then turned to the mirror that covered one wall to wait for some affect. He had no idea what another packet would do but he hoped it would add some more mass to his body so he could go out and show that guy a thing or two.
The dizzy feeling came after a couple seconds and Danny swayed a moment before it passed away. The temperature in the room seemed to go up about 10 or 15 degrees and he began to feel the all over warmth that he had experienced in his room only a few hours earlier. Then the change started, as amazing as it had been the first time.
Mark approached the changing room with a bit of concern. He had a feeling that Danny had noticed him looking at the bigger guy in the Pit and he hoped that wouldn't be a big problem. Hell, he wasn't sure what was up between he and his former tutor but he hoped the big guy wouldn't be jealous. Just in case he stopped outside the room and craned his neck around the corner to see what Danny was up to. When he saw he couldn't help but gasp though Danny was too engrossed in what was happening to notice.
Danny had his back to him but Mark could see the big guy's frontside in the mirror. As he watched in wonder he saw him growing, his muscles expanding before his eyes making him even more massive than he had been before. Danny's torso was expanding in all directions, growing wider as his shoulders and lats added inch after inch of muscle, and growing thicker as his already huge pecs expanded outwards while with the slabs of muscle on his upper back grew the opposite direction. His biceps and triceps strained against the his skin, looking flexed even though his arms were hanging down to his sides to the extent his increasing lats would allow. His immense thighs were thickening, adding more and more beef, forcing him to change his stance so as to make room for the increased mass of his legs. His calves were growing also, their diamond heads getting wider and thicker with each second. Only his waist seemed unchanged though his abdominal muscles were becoming ever more packed, cut and defined. All over, his body seemed to be expanding outwards, adding pound after pound of muscle mass. Both Danny and Mark were astounded by the growth which went on for a minute or more before ending as quickly as it had begun.
“Fuck yeah!” Danny yelled, bringing his arms up in a double biceps pose. It was too much, he thought flexing body part after body part. He was bigger by far than any bodybuilder he had seen in any magazine, not to mention that little guy out in the Pit. With a laugh he pulled down the front of his speedo, letting his even larger dick flop out. It was only half hard but must have been at least 10 inches long already. It was an effort to get it and his king sized balls stuffed back into his trunks but he managed, though with their increased size, not to mention his larger ass also stretching the suit, he wasn't sure things were going to hold.
There was a scale against one wall and Danny crossed to it, marveling at the weight of his new, expanded frame, reveling in the roll of his legs and torso as he walked. He watched the pointer spin completely around the dial and finally stop. Amazingly, it said he weighed 325 pounds, 50 more pounds than the last Mr. Olympia. With another triumphant look in the mirror, he turned and swaggered out of the changing room intent on showing Mark and the new guy what a muscle stud really was.
Watching from the doorway Mark was astounded at the newest change in Danny and though he hadn't been able to see the scale from where he was he could see that the former geek was larger than any bodybuilder he had seen. When Danny headed his direction Mark instinctively ducked back and hid around the corner of the building nearest the beach, watching the big guy's huge back as he left the changing room and headed for the Pit. Mark prepared to follow him but glanced back in the open doorway, spotting the waist bag that Danny had taken from him a couple minutes ago. He quickly stepped into the room and bent down to pick it up, pausing when he saw the two halves of one of the sugar packets Danny had stashed in the bag earlier. He paused for a moment, crouched down staring at the empty packet, and then his eyes suddenly widened. Rummaging around the bag he found the two other sugar packets and studied them intently.
“Well, well, Danny boy,” he said to himself. “What have we got here?”
Danny welcomed the awe struck looks that met him as he entered the exercise yard. The bright sun beat down on his massive body making his huge muscles glint as they seemingly fought for space under his skin. Dressed only in a speedo and tennis shoes he was massive beyond belief and the denizens of the Pit, already impressed by the big, dark guy who was into his third set of straight bar curls, were blown away by the giant that appeared in their midst.
His body swaying from side to side as his monstrous thighs worked to get around each, Danny reached the dark guy just as he was finishing his set. With a grunt, the now second largest bodybuilder on the scene managed to force his last rep and dropped the bar down onto the curl rack with a crash. He was tensing his right bicep, getting off on the veins that snaked across the head, when he felt someone tap him on the shoulder and ask in a deep voice if he could work in. The annoyed look that came over his face disappeared when he turned and drank in the sight of the mammoth bodybuilder standing with widespread arms and bent legs before him.
Danny felt his dick twitch as the dark guy's eyes widened and tried to make sense of the size of his new body. With a smirk, he obligingly flexed his arms and chest and watched the other bodybuilder inadvertently gasp in wonder. There was no contest as to who was bigger now.
“I asked if I could work in, dude,” Danny repeated somewhat obnoxiously.
“Oh, yeah. Go ahead,” replied the chastened stud who moved out of the way so Danny could approach the bar. He glanced at the two 45 pound plates on either side and snorted. “Better put some weight on this first.”
Danny grabbed two more 45 pounders and loaded them on one side, motioning the other guy to do the same on the other. To be honest, the number of times he'd done any sort of working out could be counted on the fingers of one hand but he had little doubt that he would be able to handle the weight. He glanced over to Mark at the fence to see how the football player was reacting to his even bigger body but was surprised to find him missing. For a second he scanned the length of the fence but there was no sign of Wilcox though there was a crowd of other onlookers, all staring at him and the bar. Well, Mark would have to wait a second, then, and with a glance at the dark guy, who was still scanning his body with disbelieving eyes, he bent down and hefted the weight.
As he'd guessed, the powder had not only increased his size but his strength as well. Even though it was a huge weight he barely felt it as he pulled it up to his waist and then curled it up to his shelf-like chest. Maybe he'd almost never worked out but he knew how to do the exercise correctly from the workout shows on cable he sometimes jerked off to.
His big cannonball biceps bunched up into huge masses as he curled, surprising even himself with their size. As he curled they became even larger as blood rushed to the muscles and caused them to expand. The large vein that ran up over the head of the muscle seemed to pulse with life as he slammed out 10, 15 and finally 20 reps with the bar. Strong as he was, by the time he finished his biceps were burning like they had never burned before. With a shout he finished the set and dropped the bar onto the rack with a far larger crash then when the dark guy had done so.
“Fuck”, the other bodybuilder whispered, blown away by the gigantic size of Danny's arms. With a satisfied grin Danny brought both his arms up and flexed them forcing the guy to look with wonder from one bicep to the other. Unconsciously, the other man licked his lips as his shining eyes took in the sight of the former geek's titanic guns. The knowledge that this guy was getting turned on just like Mark had made Danny's huge dick jerk and grow in his speedo, threatening to rip right through the nylon fabric.
“You like these big fuckers?” Danny asked in a low voice.
“Yeah,” the other guy breathed, ignoring the crowd of onlookers who had first been blown away by Danny's set and were now staring with growing comprehension at the loaded exchange between the two big men.
“Fuck dude, you ain't seen nothing yet.” With a glance at the edge of the pit where there was still no sign of Mark, Danny led the smaller man over to a flat bench and told him to start loading up one end of the bar while he did the same to the other. They packed six 45 pound plates on either side and then Danny sat on the bench and flexed his pecs, preparing himself for the upcoming exercise.
“Get up there and gimme a spot,” he ordered his willing assistant, smiling to himself at how quickly the guy moved to obey.
Once again his hulking new body lived up to the challenge and he did 15 strong reps, his chest stretching and contracting as he lowered and then pushed up the overloaded bar. Even under all that weight he couldn't help noticing that the dark guy was staring at his massive pecs with open mouthed desire, and that the bulge in his tight gym shorts was getting bigger. With a roar, Danny finished his last rep, racked the bar and got up from the bench, his pecs so huge and pumped they seemed to stick straight out from his torso, the valley between them deep enough to swallow a man's hand.
“What's your name, dude,” he asked the dark guy as he flexed his chest, making the oversized mounds bunch and jump.
“Jose,” the other bodybuilder replied, his eyes flicking from Danny's face, to his chest, to his arms and to his groin. If anything, his eyes grew even wider when he saw the huge tube reaching all the way over to Danny's hip, a wet spot at the end marking its head. Noticing the direction of Jose's gaze, the oversized bodybuilder flexed his growing dick and was gratified to get yet another gasp from his admirer. He put a big hand on the dark guys shoulder and pulled him closer, knowing that he could demand whatever he wanted of him at this point, but before he could suggest anything they were interrupted.
“You fags gonna lift or what?”
Danny turned, ready to lay into the guy who thought he could talk to him like that, and came face to face with the biggest man he'd ever seen. He involuntarily stepped back, trying to take in the sight of the grinning muscle stud that stood tensing his shoulders, chest and arms before him.
The guy had blond hair, blue eyes and an amazingly handsome face but Danny barely took note of these, his attention captured by the massive physique the guy was sporting, easily on par with is own. His neck was a thick column of muscle, wider than his head, that was attached to shoulders incredibly broad and thick. His chest was beyond huge, each pec massive, striated and so overdeveloped that both nipples pointed straight down to the ground. His arms were simply huge, with biceps so pumped and thick the cable like veins that ran across them looked like they were the only thing holding them under the skin. His lats were so wide they pressed against his striated triceps and forced his arms to hang at 45 degree angles, but his waist cut in so much he appeared almost top heavy. The rows of abdominal muscles that lined his stomach were hard and deep and formed six lines of ridges across his midsection. His mammoth quads and jutting calves almost finished the picture but the bulge at his crotch was the finale to this huge stud. His obviously semi-erect dick was barely contained by the nylon of his swimsuit and made Danny wonder if the big stud could match his proportions even there.
Danny was first surprised and then turned on by the huge bodybuilder, his chagrin at being matched in size quickly overcome by lust for the stud's overbuilt body. But even as his already bloated dick started getting seriously hard he suddenly realized that the guy's face, and even his body in a strange way, looked familiar.
“Mark? Is that you?” he asked and then answered the question for himself when he saw that the guy held in one huge hand the waist bag he had forgotten in the changing room earlier. And that thought immediately led to the two brown, paper packets that had been left inside after his second transformation.
“You better fuckin' believe it, man,” the new improved Mark said swept his arms up into a mind blowing double biceps pose to show his tutor exactly what the results of those two packets were. Mark felt bigger and stronger than he had ever felt in his life and the old cockiness that had wilted in the presence of the muscle stud Danny had become was back in full force now that he had become a muscle monster himself. For Danny, the appearance of a rival on the scene wasn't something he was immediately prepared for, whatever had been in the back of his mind about building Mark up at some point with doses of the magic powder. The idea had been to keep the football stud a step behind himself in that process, but obviously that plan was out the window until he could get back home to the pile of packets on the kitchen table.
At that point the two giants were interrupted by their companion who was still standing next to them trying to believe what he was seeing. Jose had found Danny impossible to believe so the arrival of Mark, yet another massive bodybuilder, was completely beyond belief. In the shadow of those two super hunks the smaller man could only shake his head in wonder while his dick, seemingly with a mind of its own, grew so hard in his shorts he felt like he'd shoot right there. He didn't shoot but he did groan uncontrollably so that Danny and Mark turned to him and saw the blatant lust written on his face.
“Looks like we've got an admirer,” Mark said stepping forward so that his chest bumped the guy in the chin. With a smile, Danny moved around Jose's other side so that the smaller man was sandwiched between two walls of muscle.
“I think you're right,” said the former geek, bending his knees so he could rub his massive dick on Jose's tight ass, oblivious of the surprised, horrified and jealous stares of the other people in the pit.
Mark took Jose's chin in one big hand and forced his gaze up past his shelf-like pecs to his killer face.
“You got a place around here, scrawny?”
Jose was feeling a firestorm of emotions that he had never felt before. It was all he could do to nod, and even that was almost impossible since his chin almost immediately ran into Mark's rock hard chest.
Mark looked over Jose's head and caught Danny's eye. “Let's skip the weights and go workout at his place” he said, wrapping a massive arm around Jose's head and forcing his face into the cleft between his pecs.
“Sounds like a good idea to me,” said Danny who already had one hand thrust down the back of Jose's gym shorts and was forcing apart his muscular ass cheeks. He pulled his hand out and slapped the smaller guy's ass, hard. There'd be time to explore all that in a little while. Laughing, the two muscle studs pushed Jose towards the changing room to get his gym bag and keys, leaving the other denizens of the pit to look after them with wide eyes.
Back home, Danny's father slipped his key into the lock and let himself into the house. The job up on in the panhandle had been delayed, maybe permanently, and he was back early. That was fine by him, since he wasn't looking forward to the weekly trips he'd have to make up that way if things got back on track.
He was a big man, 6 feet tall and over 200 pounds of hard, packed muscle. He'd always been athletic in school and had gone straight into construction after he graduated so he'd never gotten that spare tire that so many other guys he knew ended up with. His wife had died when their son Danny was still a kid so he'd been pretty busy all these years raising and providing for his son, but never so busy he'd slacked off at the gym which he still made it to four or five times a week.
Danny wasn't around, which was a good thing since the kid spent too much time indoors, so it looked like he had the place to himself for a while. It was pretty hot outside and on the drive back from the airport he'd been thinking that a beer would taste pretty good when he got home. Unfortunately, a look around inside the fridge showed that he'd drunk the last of those before he went up north. The only thing left to drink was some iced tea. He grimaced but poured himself a big glass anyway, adding four packs of sugar before downing it. He'd always liked his tea sweet.