Description A bland advertisement about subjects for a muscle development story turns out to be an invitation to see just how big he can grow.
|Updated||02 Jul 2014|
While glancing through the local paper I came across an ad looking for volunteers for “a study on muscle growth and development”…that was all the ad said, and a number to call if interested. Well, of course I was interested. I’m about 6’3” 275 pounds of solid muscle, but I want to be even bigger, so, what the hell.
I dialed the number and a very deep, distinguished voiced answered the phone. I explained I was calling in reference to the ad and explained my interest. Doctor Gunter, his last name I can’t even pronounce, proceeded to ask me numerous questions about my health, blood type, family history, etc. He then asked me what my deepest desires were and would I be willing to sacrifice almost anything to achieve them.
Well, I guess he liked my answers for he said I passed the first interview.
About 2 weeks passed and I received a call from Dr. G. For the next two hours he asked me all sorts of questions designed to probe my psyche, or so I assumed. When the questioning finally ended Dr. G. said he would go over all the information and let me know of his decision in a few days.
The week ended without a call from the Doc and the next week came and went just as quickly. Maybe I didn’t pass his many tests, so I tried to put it all behind me and kept going to the gym…forcing myself to grow. 3 weeks later a letter arrived with a plane ticket, with a note saying I’d be picked up and taken a small town somewhere outside of San Francisco…near the giant redwoods I think, to the Doc’s house there. The letter said the research program would take about 3 months and so, if I were still interested, I would have to make the necessary arrangements in my life to participate.
Three months out of my life, not really knowing anything about this program or this doctor. I debated for days but the prospect of increased muscular growth and development won me over. Besides, I was between jobs and there was some compensation involved. So I called the Doc and was soon on my way.
A car meet me at the airport and drove me some 3 hours into the countryside. The letter said I was to be let off at the front gate and should follow the road up to the mainhouse. So, with suitcase in hand, I started walking towards my new future.
I walked for a few miles, passing old airplane hangers and warehouses of various sizes. When I turned the bend, I got my first glance of the 4 story house that was to be my home for the next 3 months. It was quite large and at one time quite grand…perfect for me! I rang the buzzer and a voice I recognized to be the doc’s answered. He told me to enter and go into the first room on my left.
As I walked in I immediately noticed the house had been completely altered. The ceilings appeared to be 20 feet high…the second story windows were all visible, yet there was no second floor or fourth, as I was soon to discover. The doorways were all about 3 times the size of normal doorways—strange, but what the hell. I went into the room on the left as instructed. It was sparsely furnished and felt like a waiting room, so, I did just that. A few minutes later a door to my left opened and a voice, the Doc’s, asked me to come in. As I crossed the threshold I came face to face, or rather chest to face with the biggest man I ever saw.
Doc G. introduced himself to me and extended his gigantic hand which literally engulfed mine. He had to be a least nine feet tall, built like a brick shithouse and really good looking. He was talking, about what I couldn’t say for I was just staring and staring. Finally I came back to my senses and started to pay attention to the behemoth before me. He invited me to sit dnow, which I did, no need to make this muscled monster mad, besides, I would have done anything he said to please him. Yeah, I wanted him…real bad!
As he talked, I learned he was originally from Germany, came to this country for his research and wa anxious to get started with me. I couldn’t help but ask him if his great height and muscular size was caused by some over active pituitary gland. His answer was quite unexpected. It seems his research was originally intended for the study of the re-generation of new cells in damaged tissue. Years of study and experimentation had produced nothing, so he came here, to this country, to surround himself with the greatest minds in genetic engineering. Through trial and error he finally accomplished his task, or so he thought. In test after test with numerous lab animals the experiments produced the desired effects, so he tried it on himself, and the results are what was sitting here, larger than life, before me.
He went on to say that he wanted to see if this was some sort of medical fluke or if he could actually produce muscular growth in anyone. I was selected because I physically matched his previous self in height, weight, blood type, etc, and because this was something I really, really wanted. He rose up and up and up and took me to what was to be my room for the next 3 months. Seeing him I realized that’s why the house was altered, he was huge he was so wide he could barely fit through the doors. God, please let this happen to me!
The room was modified to his proportions so everything was oversized. I felt so small. Doc said if I changed my mind, a car would be called to take me back to the airport in the a.m. Dinner would be ready in about an hour and he left me to my thoughts. I watched his gigantic form leave my room and walk down the hall. This is what I always wanted, to be bigger, taller and more muscular than anyone else. But would it work on me? Would I grow or become some sort of genetic freak? My head started pounding so I thought to lie down for a few minutes.
As I slept, I dreamt of Doc and his big powerful body. He entered my room and gently woke me. His touch was so tender for such a big man and his face so beautiful that I literally jumped him; started to kiss his huge hands and worked my way up his body. And What A Body! I started to undress him and discovered the body of a GOD. His muscles were huge, full and thick and cut to shreds. His arms had to be at least 3 times the size of the biggest pro’s. His chest was 2 huge slabs of muscle that jutted out so far you could set a glass on top of them without it falling off. The valley between his monster pecs so deep that I literally lost my hand in it. As we continued to explore each other he started to remove his pants. My jaw dropped in disbelief for he was huge all over. I held his tremendous, pulsating cock in my hands. It had to be at least 2 feet long soft and thicker than most men’s arms. His balls, the size of two large melons and just as sweet and juicy.
As we continued to explore each other he whispered in my ear, “This can be you, this can be you,” and I started to shoot my load. But what was really amazing was the realization that this was no dream… it was actually happening. And as his huge body pressed me into the bed I shot for a second time in a matter of minutes. Doc knelt before me on the giant bed and with his monster cock in his gigantic hand, started to beat off. His breathing got quicker and quicker, his muscles tensed and heaved and I watched in awe as his piss slit opened and released gallons of cum all over me. He then proceeded to pick me up and carry me to his shower where again we enjoyed the pleasures of each other. If there was any doubt in my mind before, it was quickly erased. The possibility of being as big and muscular as Doc was all I needed to convince me to stay. We talked way into the night and slept together in his huge bed. I spent most of the night just staring at his huge body and wondering what would happen to me in the coming months.
I awoke, alone in the big bed. His aroma was all about me, I didn’t want to wash it off in case this was a dream. I got up, dressed, and went down to the oversized kitchen. He sat at the table with numerous charts and books scattered about him. As I entered he looked down at me, smiled and said we would start the experiments in about 2 hours. In the meanwhile he suggested I walk around the grounds and perhaps try his gym. At 10 a.m. I was to come down to his lab. I strolled the grounds until I came upon the gym. Of course all the equipment was built to accommodate his size but I was still able to give myself a good workout. When I got a nice pump going I headed to the lab.
The following days were filled with various test, shots and assorted pills. I was given an exercise program designed to strengthen and stretch my ligaments. I was exposed to low levels of radiation and given steroids that were as yet unheard of in the bodybuilding community. After two weeks, nothing had as yet happened. This was quite puzzling to Doc for his growth had occured in a little under a week.
The third week went by and still no change. Doc G. was getting depressed and spent most of the night going over his notes and in turn, that meant no sex for me. Not that I could even take his giant cock, the head alone was almost nine inches across—I measured—but at least we enjoyed each other.
I felt as if it were my fault. I wanted so badly to grow for him and myself, but it just wasn’t happening. At the end of the fifth week Doc said he didn’t think it was going to work. He told me a car would arrive tomorrow to take me to the airport, and I would be paid for the entire 3 months. I didn’t want to leave, but he needed to be by his self and go over all his research. We spent our last night together just holding each other.
The morning came too quickly, and I awoke to the beaming face of Doc G. As I struggled to clear my head he said, “it worked, it worked” and he helped me to my feet. I stood up and up and up and found myself actuallt looking down at Doc. I then realized I was HUGE! I towered over Doc. I looked down at my body and couldn’t see my feet due to the thrust of my pecs which were actually pressing into my chin. My arms were tremendous, my legs the size of tree trunks, so big that I had trouble walking. My cock, which was just average before, hung down to my knees and my balls were the size of regulation basketballs.
I stood before the full length mirror in the corner of the room and stared at my body as I flexed my newly huge muscles. Doc walked over to me, pulled out a tape measure, and proceeded to take my measurements. We both stared in disbelief at my new height—12’11”! We then measured everything…My chest, so HUGE and striated was 196” my gigantic arms measured a solid 150” cold each MASSIVE THIGH 160” and my cock almost 50”.
I picked Doc up in my massive arms, carried him to his bed which was almost too small for me and proceeded to have wild sex for the remainder of the morning.
The following days we spent with Doc performing various test and charting all the results. I continued to grow even bigger and taller and more muscular with each passing day. It was becoming more difficult to move..I was truly becoming MUSCLEBOUND! My growth finally slowed and then stopped completely. I was well over 30 feet tall and just so DAMN BIG AND MUSCULAR that the ground would literally shake when I walked. I no longer fit in Doc’s house… so we set up home in one of the larger warehouses on his property. We are now about to start phase two of the experiment. Both Doc and I are gonna resume the treatment…we want to see just how big we can grow. He’s created a steroid that is more powerful than anything in creation. How BIG will we GROW? I for one, hope it never stops.