There are some with an unquenchable desire to not only grow, but to grow to unnaturally large proportions, and will go to any lengths to do it. This is a story of just such a person.
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It was a quiet day off. With my workout at the gym already taken care of and no pressing matters to attend to, I decided that now was a good a time as any to get the house in order. It wasn’t unsightly by any means, it actually looked fairly neat, but more could always be done to make it look better. Little things like dusting surfaces, watering flowers to keep them looking bright and healthy and the like. With that in mind, I turned on some music and turned up the volume so I could hear it throughout the house and got ready to clean. It was a bright and sunny day, beautiful outside. The sky was blue and clear, the birds were singing, the air was aromatic as could be. It also unfortunately meant that it was very hot out today, and even with the windows open filling my home with a wonderful cross breeze it was still uncomfortably warm.
“Now is a good a time as any,” I said aloud to myself, tucking my fingers under my waistband and lowering my pants, struggling a second over the ample butt I was so proud of, made larger after years of training and dedication in the gym, my own personal temple of iron. Immediately the cool air hit my skin and I breathed a sigh of relief. I wiggled my bottom, letting my pants fall to the floor revealing my new Aussiebum jock. Next came my shirt, and this I took my time with, slowly pealing it over my head, pretending there was an audience watching me strip. I could feel myself tenting my jock, I do so love the thought of being on display for others to see and ogle at. Another wave of pleasure hit me when my chest was exposed to the cool air. Today was chest day at the gym and I could still feel the pump in my pecs. GOD did it feel good! The residual tension from blood rushing to the muscle after a hard work out, the warm the… I let my shirt drop to the floor, forgetting myself and groped my own chest, lifting up the heavy pectorals and letting them fall, moaning when I felt the heft of my own upper body. I groped myself for a second, running my hands over my body and looking over into the open door of the bathroom. There I stood. 6’3” and over 250 pounds of lean powerful muscles, hairy chest, thick beard, men would kill for this body I know, and there was a sea of people who admired me for it, or rather the muscles themselves, I doubt they saw me as more than something for their own consumption, but that wasn’t enough. The admiration felt great sure…. But I wanted to get BIGGER! Needed it with every fiber of my being! That is why less than a year ago I resorted to using steroids.
It was daunting at first but I had done my homework, tons of it. I understood the risks, the dangers, I had heard every PSA in the book about steroid use and abuse and it really didn’t matter to me. Because to me, getting bigger was paramount! For your everyday guy, 250 plus pounds of vascular muscle might be enough, their end game where a few days a week in the gym to maintain their “beach bod” will suffice. But for someone like me, who always dreamed of being huge, not just big, but monstrous, someone who was naturally very thin and had to fight hard for every inch, every pound, someone who not only wouldn’t mind becoming what most of the world would consider a freak but welcomes it, what I had simply wasn’t enough! I am proud of my body, I really am, I have come far since I have started years ago and am already at the point where family and close friends barely recognize me when they see me. But I want to grow and grow and grow and I can stop when my heart gives out
But I have distracted myself from my chores long enough so I got back to cleaning, dancing to the music as I went.
“I can take a break when it is time to take my next injection,” I thought to myself, giggling to myself and flexing unconsciously. I loved the boost in my testosterone, it always makes me so horny! It’s one of those things that you both love and hate for the same reason. I did the dishes, dusted the shelves, swept and mopped the floor, all while wiggling my butt and pretending whatever was in my hand at the time was a microphone. I must be a sight to anyone who can see through the windows. Already, I could feel heat welling up in my loins at just the thought of being observed, shaking my bulging muscular body half naked for an audience… it was time for my sixth orgasm of the day, and it wasn’t even noon yet.
“No need to stroke, mmmph,” I said aloud, already groping my muscles and flexing as if I were on stage, posing in front of judges. I am sure most aren’t sporting a chubby while lifting and groping their chest…. Maybe I could sell it off as a “new pose”—haha, wouldn’t that be something! It didn’t take me long, just a few good squeezes and the knowledge that ANYONE walking down the street could see my exposed form playing with my muscular body was enough to set me over the edge. I came right in my jock, could see the spurts darkening practically the whole thing. With my cleaning mostly done, and a new mess to clean up, I decided now was a good time to take a shower and take my injection for the day.
I walked over into the bathroom, taking my jock off on the way and tossing it into the dirty clothes bin. I crossed the mirror on my way to the shower and stopped, lifting my arms up in a double bicep pose. I tried a few others. I was… something. I could bigger, I could always be bigger. I looked at my little bottle sitting on the sink. The wonderful steroid I was using now. It worked pretty well, made me horny as a rutting stud which made everything else hard to focus on but no one could argue with the increase in gains I have been making lately. A smile crept over my face at the thought of that.
“I am going to get even bigger! I am going to gain even more mass over my natural limit and this wonderful stuff is going to help me do it!”
With that I practically hopped into the shower, turning on the cold water and letting it run down my skin for a while before getting to cleaning myself. I had a little trouble with my back but I got everything in time when I wasn’t singing to my own tune under the water. After my quick shower I grabbed a towel and dried myself off moving on to my sink where a familiar bottle was sitting. I opened little cabinet where my syringes and cleaning kits were. I picked one and opened it, taking the supplies from the kit and sterilizing the needle. The package says they are already sterile but it really, really doesn’t hurt to be sure with this sort of thing. Once it was ready lifted the bottle and inspected it. There was just enough in it for one more dose. I readied the needle, filling it with the bottles contents, did a final inspection, and in it went. Just the slightest pinch, but oh the impact it would have tomorrow at the gym! I threw out the bottle and the needle in their own special trash bin and opened the cabinet to set out a new bottle but I didn’t see one. I looked behind the cleaning kit, under it, in the back and corners of the cabinet, but there was nothing. I started to panic thinking maybe it fell and broke on the floor when I took out the needle and cleaning kit but the floor was clean and that’s when, to my dread, my eyes glanced over to the special bin. There were two empty bottles, not one.
“I let myself run out!” I screamed slapping myself on the forehead. How could I let myself run so low! It had been a stressful couple of weeks but still. Growing was one of the most important things to me and for me to forget to keep myself stocked was unacceptable! Without even getting dressed I ran into my room and hopped into the chair facing my computer, turned it on and went right to my suppliers sites to see who I could get my next few months’ worth the fastest starting with the first. They had always delivered what they said they would, their product was spot on and not some cheap knock off. Unfortunately it said it would take up to twenty four days before my package would arrive.
“Well that just won’t do… my cycle would be way off by then,” I thought to myself, tapping my foot as I went through source after source. I loved where I lived but sometimes it takes far too long to get anything from out of the country and unfortunately, no one in the country made what I need to grow… I don’t like it, but I might have to head to the gym and hope someone there has some extra. I hated resorting to this. Though the guys were pretty friendly for the most part, you could never tell where each bodybuilder got their steroids or what was really in it. I trusted my sources at this point but theirs were a mystery to me. I would also have to hope it wouldn’t negatively react to what was already running through my system. Even taking all that into account, who do I ask first? There were a lot of big guys in the gym but who would have something strong enough for me to use? I was the biggest one! Well… second biggest now I suppose. There was a new guy at the gym who had only been there for four months. Just as tall as I was standing at 6’3”, he came in at an unimpressive one hundred and ten pounds. He came, clearly knowing nothing about the gym but eager to learn. He always had a note book with him that he would scribble in before and after every set and would ask, or at least try to ask other bodybuilders pointers and questions about what an aspiring bodybuilder should do, usually stating something along the lines of “I don’t really care much about proportions, I just don’t want to fit in clothes anymore. I want to be a monster, a freak!”
Most of the guys around the gym wouldn’t give him the time of day, the chatter in the locker room was them pretty much saying he would be gone in a week, just some unrealistic dreamer who will quit the second he realizes how hard building really is. But he didn’t quit, and I didn’t like the attitude that the other guys had. We all started somewhere, we all wanted to be bigger, and being a tall guy like me, his gains weren’t going to look too impressive for quite a while, more of our bodies to fill out and all that and some of the most vocal guys were a lucky 5’9. With smaller measurements than me but looking huge because of their height. That said, I was the first to talk to the guy, give him pointers. He said his name was Jim after introducing ourselves to one another. It took all of 5 minutes to realize that this man was EXACTLY like I was coming in, maybe knowing a little less, but he was completely driven by the same goals as me. To be a freak
Even though he was at a much lower weight class than I was and just starting, I ended up becoming his lifting partner. If anyone could guide him to be bigger, I could, and seeing as we were so similar, I didn’t mind too much that slowing down for him. He wasn’t selfish either. He was always at the gym waiting for me before I got there, and the second he got off the bench, no matter how tired he was, he would hop off and make sure to get my target weight onto the bar, he even remembered both of our weights by heart, took not when it started getting too easy for me and would up the weight at just the right amount to keep it just where I needed it to grow. A great partner all things considered. Together we both made pretty decent gains together for about two months. He started looking more defined, and I was, well… I can already feel my muscles tensing to flex. Jim however, somewhere around when month three of his membership started to explode with size and weight. By the end of the third month, he had gained eighty pounds on top of what he gained the two months prior, and this month like clockwork, gained another eighty two! It was no secret he started taking something when that third month started. Everyone in the locker room was pretty open about their steroid use, but no one knew what it was he was using and everyone wanted to know. But he never told. All the people asking him, buttering him up, admiring him, complimenting him to try to get him to tell what he was using were the very same people who not long ago were taunting the new skinny guy that he would never get any bigger and so many people were bugging him about it, I didn’t think It was right to ask him myself, not wanting to be a bother. I was just happy to see him grow! Even though he grew to be two hundred and eighty pounds, passing me up in a fraction of the time it took me to get here.
Today though I would ask him. I was out of my own supply and I was desperate! And we were friends, I am sure he will understand. With a deep breath and a tinge of guilt and anxiety, I pulled out my phone and dialed his number. Jim picked it up within the first two rings.
“Hey buddy! How are ya?” he exclaimed on the line. I could hear the sounds of clanking metal coming from his end. Was he still at the gym? “Up for a round two, or did you want to go out on the town again?”
“I’m doing fine Jim thanks! I actually called for an emergency.” I said. I could hear my own shyness as the words left my mouth And Jim caught on immediately.
“What’s the matter buddy?” he said, sounding a little worried, I could hear him shuffling with something as he spoke.
“I um… I hate asking, especially with how often the guys at the gym bother you about it now… but you wouldn’t by chance have any more of your mystery stuff would you? I forgot to restock.”
“Holy cow, really? But you have never done that before! Is everything okay? I know you would never have allowed that to happen under normal circumstances.”
“Yeah, it’s just work. I have been so stressed with it lately that I barely have room in my mind to remember much else other than lifting with you these days outside of it, and sleeping, and it has been particularly hellish lately.”
“Ah, I understand buddy. Well, for you, yeah, I can definitely share some of my …mystery stuff’,” he said with a chuckle. “It’s not like what you are used to. It’s kind of thick going in, get a rush of warmth the second it hits your veins but it will do you good I promise. Want me to come over with a batch?”
“Oh no you don’t have to, it sounds like you are still in the gym, I don’t want to stop you too long if you are in the zone… ”
“Nah, buddy, I’m fine, I was just packing up anyway. I can be over in twenty minutes or so,” he said. I could practically hear the smile on his face. “I’ll be over in a jiffy!”
Eighteen minutes later and I hear a knock on my. I hop over to the door and greet Jim who immediately smirks, “I didn’t know it was going to be that kind of visit!” I had forgotten to put on some clothes in my anxiety riddled state! Well, it was too late now, and we had seen each other naked in the locker room anyway so I didn’t feel that self-conscious though I still blushed a little.
“Uh, sorry, just stepped out of the shower and forgot I wasn’t wearing anything. Come in, come in.”
Jim did just that, taking his shoes off at the door and coming with my to the freshly cleaned living room. He even commented on how he couldn’t put his finger on it, but it felt nicer in my home than it did last time he was here which made me puff out my chest in pride a little that he unconsciously noticed my handiwork. We sat together on the couch and he pulled up his gym bag, setting it on the table in front of us, unzipping it and fondling around for a second before pulling out a very plain clear bottle with a white liquid inside and plain white label with the text “BT serum 04” on it and nothing else.
“Well, this is my …mystery stuff’ as you put it,” Jim said with a wink, “the strongest steroid you’ll ever find! It was made designed and created by one guy. He is pretty secretive, and people only ever hear of him from word of mouth from someone else who is already using his product,” he said suddenly looking dead serious. “And he has a few rules that he strictly enforces about telling other people what it is and where you got it. Break one and he will never sell to you again. So I really need you to keep this hush-hush, okay, buddy?”
“Of course!” I exclaimed in a hushed, excited voice, speaking as if the walls had ears. My heart was pounding out of my chest. I could feel myself starting to perspire; my hands were trembling pupils dilating. Jim just looked at me and smiled with a knowing expression. From what he said, he was no doubt in the same position I am in now just two months ago. He put the bottle gingerly down onto the table and wrapped his arms around me in a warm hug, calming me down somewhat. As I came to, I returned the hug, heart still beating but I felt better.
“There aren’t many rules but here goes. One, he will only sell to someone he has met in person. So for a new buyer to get their hands on it, they would need to visit him. Two, he dictates the shipments. He knows how long the bottles will last, some people have tried tricking him into selling them more so they could sell it around on their own and he didn’t like that, which brings me to rule three, no reselling. And finally four, only talk about him, and the serum with someone you really trust.”
“So you have to know a guy,” I smirked.
“Yup, and that guy has to trust you. And I really trust you, friend, so here it is.”
This made me blush, and Jim pretended not to notice so I wouldn’t feel more embarrassed. “You take it just like you take your usual stuff in the locker room. It is weird in that its nonreactive to practically everything else you put in you so you could take some now even if you have already started your latest cycle like I know you have.” He smiles. “You always did take your …roids like clockwork.”
“Observant as ever, Jim.”
“Well, that’s me for you!” he said, handing me the bottle and a fresh syringe.
“Are you sure it’s okay to take so soon after another?”
“You will be fine, I wouldn’t have brought it if it would hurt you.” This time he was the one blushing as I took the syringe from him, holding it and the bottle like the holy grail. Before I could breathe a word, he was pulling a cleaning kit out too. As prepared as he always was. I realized though that there were no instructions, I didn’t know how much I should take. Thinking this I tilted my head like a pup in confusion and asked him. He simply replied, “The whole thing,” so I filled the syringe like he said and made one big injection. It was uncomfortable but not painful. I wasn’t used to so much fluid at once, but just like he said, there was a rush of heat. I was expecting it so I didn’t panic as it filled my body. When it reached my cock I felt a tingle, like I absolutely needed to jerk off and I starting getting hard then and there, completely forgetting that my friend was sitting there inches away from my naked form. My whole body felt pumped, like I worked every single muscle group on the same day! It felt amazing! I needed to- but before my hands could even reach my cock, I was already cumming, and came clear over the table, hitting the tv screen several yards away with over a dozen spurts, leaving me panting. My mind was still in a fog, from the intense feeling still coursing through my body before Jim broke the silence.
“There are two times that are ideal to take this stuff. Just after you have had a heavy workout, or just before you are about to go to bed. It is up to you to decide when that time is.” He winked. “And after that, I am willing to bet you are going to sleep soundly tonight! Try not to cum too much, it’s always hard to keep it in that first moment but the seller says that for this serum, its best you try to keep all of your loads in.”
That would explain his celibate behavior despite being what most would call a “catch” and an unapologetic tease. My hands shook with the need to masturbate and my cock was harder than it had ever been in my life, the full body pump I was feeling was driving me nuts, but I wanted to do this right, especially since Jim is apparently risking never getting this stuff again by sharing with me, so we hugged each other and wished one another a good night. He took his bag and headed home, while I jumped into bed, trying my hardest to go to sleep and failing for an hour or so before fatigue suddenly rushed over me.
In the morning I laid in bed for a moment staring up at the ceiling. Something felt off, not bad off, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. The full body pup had worn off unfortunately. Thinking about it was getting me hard again and as I reached for my cock, I remembered what Jim said and reluctantly pulled my hands back to my sides. I through my legs over the bed and suddenly realization hit me. That took more effort than it normally did. No that couldn’t be right, I had only been asleep for a few hours, it’s impossible to have grown right? I patted my body down, looking up and down my arms, my legs and abs. Something was definitely different, maybe not visible but I could feel it. I ran to my scale and sure enough it read 254. I had gained four pounds in just a few hours
“Jeez! Whatever is in that stuff is a miracle!” I yell just before my stomach let out a sound like a ravenous animal. God was I hungry! I guess that mass means I am going to have to eat more if I am going to be growing like Jim now. I went straight to the kitchen and made myself a full dozen eggs and toast and whatever else took my fancy a the time something quick and filling, before me was a spread of bacon, eggs, oranges, oatmeal, my usual gainer shake and more, taking up half of the table and I tore into it like a man who hasn’t seen food in weeks, finished every bite, cleaned the multiple plates it took to set the food out… but it wasn’t enough! I was still hungry! I threw open the fridge, tossing foods into pots, into pans, boiling them, baking, searing, whatever it took to get it cooked. I wasn’t even waiting for it to cool, I didn’t feel any burning anyway, just the roar in my gut for food. My stomach was getting more and more packed, I felt as if I was going to explode but I was still starving! I went back to the fridge only to find that I had eaten literally everything that I had, including two weeks’ worth of gainer shakes I had. My stomach was a round dome and I still wanted to eat but it was time to head over to the gym and meet Jim for our morning workout.
The trip to the gym couldn’t have felt longer. The full body pump was returning and there was an aching feeling building up in my loins needing release. I was shaking the whole drive there, squirming and fidgeting all the way to the door. When I stepped into the gym, eyes went wide. No one was expecting me to walk into the gym with a gut big enough to hold another person. I could hear every other word of their whispers, feel their stares, but I didn’t care. I was just ready and eager to start my workout with my friend, more so today to START my workout with the pump. The after math of this workout was going to be unreal I just knew it. Jim was the only one who didn’t look surprised. He just nodded and we went about our routine. But this time he didn’t seem to know where my weights needed to be. They felt too light. I mention this to him and he said that he put them to the same spot they were last time we did them, but he grinned and put on more weight. The same thing happened though. It was just too light to get a real work out with. It wasn’t until he had added another sixty pounds over what I lifted just a few days ago that I finally felt it. I couldn’t believe it! Overnight, I was pulling off weights I didn’t think I would be able to lift for another year or more.
My stomach felt like it was on fire while we worked out. It didn’t hurt, just really warm and gurgling loudly. We worked out one machine at a time, piling on impossible weight each time, pushing and straining our muscles to their limits. I could feel it, the pump, unlike any I had ever felt creeping over each muscle group I trained. We were there for hours, completely losing track of time, so deep in the zone that the rest of the world had completely dissolved into nothingness for the both of us. It was closing time when we finally stopped. The sun had long since set and my gut had dwindled down visibly since the beginning of the day. My muscles were so tense they ached beautifully, as I walked, I felt weight that was definitely not there when I walked in this morning. Throughout the day, it seemed as if roughly half the mass in my round dome of a gut had relocated into my muscles, fueling them at an inhuman pace. Looking into the mirrors lining the gym I hadn’t even noticed that my shirt had torn along the arms and chest regions and my pants were following suit! My eyes widened and I spun my head around to look at Jim who was smiling and nodding knowingly.
“That’s just the tip of the iceberg buddy. Let’s see where you are in a week!”
And see we did. At the end of the week, when it was time to take another dose of BT serum 04, I had climbed from two hundred and fifty four pounds, to a hulking three hundred and seven pounds! I outgrew everything I owned and was now wearing what was once my covers, hastily sewn together in a kilt like fashion in a rushed attempt to clothe myself to head to the gym. When I stepped out of the door though, I saw Jim standing in my door way, apparently about to knock and stopped when he noticed that my face was what he was about to knock on.
“Enjoying your serum fueled gains?” he said mockingly, as if he even needed to ask. I was loving how it felt harder to move around, how I could see my skin pulled taught over my bulging body. It was a dream come true and it was only starting. “Well, I called my supplier telling him that id vouch for you and that you were someone he could trust. He sent me over this ticket for you so you can meet him in person. From what I have told him, he thinks you will be another buyer or …something more’, I don’t know what he meant by that but if it’s a new serum I would go for it! He is an amazing chemist” he said, flexing and I followed suit, getting into a little flex off with my friend. We shared a laugh before continuing.
“I wouldn’t mind, I’d do anything to grow!” I bellowed, throwing up a double bicep flex again.
“Yeah, that’s what I told him, and he seems genuinely interested in meeting you. The flight is tomorrow. Sorry its such short notice with work and all that.”
“It’s not a problem! I could drop everything if it meant becoming a monster!”
“Don’t I know it! He said to pack light, you can probably guess why,” Jim said looking at my impromptu kilt.
“Yeah, cause I won’t fit anything I pack.” We shared a laugh as the realization hit me while looking at the ticket. “This is really early tomorrow! I should actually be packing up and getting ready now!”
“Yeah, I can help with that,” and he did. We packed, ate, wrestled even and went to the gym for a work out. It was intense and I was excited. Instead of heading home, he drove me to the airport. The TSA looked at me oddly wearing my strange garb and stopped me. Seeing that there was nothing dangerous being hidden other than a pulsing member, they let me through. Aside from that, everything was pretty uneventful till I got on the plane. I ended up taking two seats. No one complained though because the plane wasn’t packed and there were seats to spare. I will admit that I felt a twinge of pride at knowing I had grown so wide. The eating was a little cramped on my legs though. One of the hostesses noticed and asked if I wanted a first class seat, there were free seats and they said it was going to be along flight. I wasn’t about to say no to extra leg room, they didn’t even charge me extra, how nice of them! So I waddled up front and sat in a nice couple of seats and fell asleep just after takeoff, exhausted from my workout with Jim.
When I woke up we were still flying but heard the fasten your seatbelt message alert us that we would be descending soon. The plane landed in what from my window looked like a fairly small city. Very few cars could be seen driving around. Most people seemed to prefer bikes, and scooters or small motor bikes. When I got off the plane, there was someone standing in the gate holding a sign with my name on it. He wasn’t hard to miss seeing as he was a head taller than I was, towering over everyone around him in clothing that was stretched comically tight around inhumanly bulging muscles, not that I was one to talk wearing what was essentially a loincloth. Jim did say that he called ahead and that the supplier had sent the ticket so it made since that someone was waiting for me here. I didn’t know if this was the supplier himself or someone else but I went along with the impressively large man. Considering his build, he must at least be connected with the person I was here to meet.
We locked eyes for a moment, there was a look in his eye that he recognized me and he gestured for me to follow him. His face was stern and without needing to try to make small talk, I could tell he wasn’t one for talking. I felt small next to this man which was triggering some body dysmorphia disorder in me but the prospect of what I was who knows where at this point to get some miracle serum pumped into me I was starting to get excited again. I heard the man huff just as we approached a large beat up red van. I watched him squeeze into the driver’s side, holding in a chuckle and a moan. It was amazing watching someone struggling to get into this massive vehicle, and seeing how he had to hunch forward in order to fit, and how his knees were nearly shoulder height, it might as well have been a clown car. He looked over at me seeming annoyed that I wasn’t already in the passenger seat and I hurriedly hopped in and he drove us off towards the mountains that I could see in the distance.
It was a long and quiet ride. He was silent the whole time, never speaking a word. Even when I tried introducing myself, all he did was grunt and look forward as he drove. We passed the mountains eventually and into what looked like a very rural area. There were fields everywhere, barns and ranches every so often. It turned form fields to forest soon and we turned right at the first cross road. I was starting to fidget a little. Getting nervous at how little I knew about my driver, how I didn’t even know what country I was in let alone anything about the area. The long silence was making my mind wonder to very horror movie-ish places until the trees parted and we entered what looked to be a very nice ranch with a big barn and silos near said barn on one of its sides. My nameless chauffeur parked in front of a neatly built house and climbed out of the truck. I could feel the truck tilting to a more normal position and lifting as he got out and I followed suit as he walked towards the barn. I didn’t take two steps before he spun around putting a big, callused hand against my chest and pointed at me, then to the house. I took the hint and we parted ways.
My heart was pounding on my way to the door. It the driver was any indication of what I should expect to look like I was all in. well, more all in than I was when jumped onto a plane going to an unfamiliar country to an unfamiliar man’s house, but Jim trusts him and that was enough for me. I stepped onto the sturdy porch and rang the bell. This was soon met with a deep but friendly voice calling out from inside and footstep growing closer to the front door. When It opened, I was with a 5’11” man of about two hundred and sixty pound, decently muscled, but normal. I was about to say something when I saw what must have been an eight-foot-tall muscular behemoth sitting on the floor cross legged in his living room, taking up the space where a couch would normally go. My eyes went wide and my mouth went suddenly dry. I could feel a familiar need welling up in me again. The behemoth hugged and looked up in my direction before the shorter man glanced at the exchange and spoke.
“Careful now, this big boy can smell …need’ a mile away and will be all too happy to oblige you. Pity most can’t handle two seconds with him, and from what your friend Jimmy has said over the phone, I would hate for my pup here to break you before we every got to see just how big we can get you.”
“H-how big you can get me sir?” I said shaking. Whimpering at the sound of what the man said. The proof was all around him, the driver, the behemoth in his house, this man could make someone as big as he pleased, and I. Was. Standing. Right. Next. To. HIM!!
He chuckled. “No need to call me sir, big man, we have only just met and I have done nothing to warrant being called such. And not me, big guy, I am not the one who will be making you bigger, WE are.” He gestured for me to step out of the door way and then follow him towards the barn. “You see, I may be providing you with the fuel and serum you need to grow beyond human limits, but it is still your choice rather or not you are going to do that. I am not going to force you, I never force, it needs to be YOUR decision to grow into an inhuman monster.” The more he spoke, the faster my heart beat “Your friend tells me that you encouraged him when no one else would, that is commendable. He also tells me that that like him, you don’t want to be normal, but to be, in your own words …a freak beyond what nature has deemed acceptable’ AND that you have grown at least fifty-three pounds in just a week! That’s fast even for my mixture. With that in mind, I think you would be a perfect candidate for my newest serum. BT serum 07. You have already used number four, and you have already seen the effects of five and six respectively. I have a few test subjects for this newest serum already but its an even number and I need one more to break a tie I have been coming along with in my notes. Serum seven is my strongest mixture yet,” he continued, “but I will be honest, it does come with its fair share of side effects….”
I snapped out of my muscle fantasy fueled haze just long enough to ask what sort of side effects did he mean.
“Memory loss mostly,” he said and my shoulders slumped—of course there was a catch. “Loss of identity, muscular immobility, dumbing down to animalistic levels an—”
“Wait, what was that last one?” I interrupted.
“No, before that… ”
“Yeah that one! Tell me more about that one!!”
“Oh, well, serum seven is my strongest by far, it will likely grow you even bigger than the pup you saw in my house, in every respect, height, muscular size and definition, and in the crotch region.” My eyes widened as he spoke. “Every man who has taken serum seven so far have quickly grown so much so fast that their bodies strength hasn’t caught up to their size, so they can’t lift their own limbs in order to walk or even crawl, and even if they could, their muscles have grown so thick that they barely have enough space to bend their elbows and knees more than a couple of degrees in every direction. It’s so bad that I have had to take care of them all twenty-four/seven since each person took their first, and they cum so much that if I don’t pump the stuff out of the barn they are in they will drown themselves! I don’t know where the matter for their growth or cum production is coming from but it’s nothing to sneeze at. And here’s the rub. I have a counter serum for all of my mixtures except for this one. No matter what I do, any mass gain comes back as soon as the person goes to sleep so I can’t undo it. Once the weight and muscle is gained, its gained, there are no do-overs if we overdo i—”
“I’ll do it, sir!” I exclaimed, I had heard enough. What this man was calling a side effect I call dreams I didn’t dare believe could come true until today, goals I thought my heart would give out on me long before I reached them.
“I can’t reverse the effects if you decide you don’t like it, you will essentially be giving up your humanity if you agree to this… ” he said, raising an eyebrow incredulously.
I fell to my knees and put my head on the ground before to show my sincerity. “Please sir. This is all I have ever wanted! I don’t care if I can’t move afterwards. I don’t care if I get dumber, I don’t care if I can’t remember left from right or how to read or anything else. If you can do what you say sir then please, please use me in whatever experiments you can think of. I will give up everything for the privilege!”
The ranch owner looked down, surprised by my actions and smiled. “Well, well. I half expected you to want to return home after me telling you the risks, several have and accepted much weaker versions of my serum because of it. I don’t blame or fault them for it but I would one day like to perfect this one and make it commercial. Your help is greatly appreciated. That said—”
He opened the door to the barn and I saw ten men lined up five on each side in the barn except they were not merely men. The smallest of them looked like he could easily be 20 feet tall if he stood up. But none of them were standing, each and every one of them were either on their hands and knees, or laying down on their front or back, all trapped in said position by their own size, unable to move. Immobile, just as the owner had said. They were all grunting and groaning, being milked endlessly through industrial sized milking tubes while tree trunk sized dildos were plowing each of their asses from motorized machines that looked to be borrowing a semi-trucks engine to give them enough force to push past the monsters powerful mountainous butts. Not a word was spoken among them, and the driver could be seen inspecting each one, and the equipment being applied to them.
My knees were turning to jelly. I dreamed of this, I NEEDED this my entire life and now I am standing on the precipice of what I thought was impossible and what reality is showing me now! The man led me to a padded platform like all the giants were on, one with a massive bar in front of it. “For support,” he said, pointing to the ones who were on all fours with their chest balancing on the bar, as well as the ones on their backs with their legs being supported by the bar and it made total since to me. He pulled out a syringe filling it from a bottle that was brought to him on a medical tray by his massive ranch hand and simply asked, “Are you ready?”
Tears filled my eyes and I nodded. My dreams was finally coming true. I got on all fours and he stuck the needle in my but, pumping out all the fluid and I groaned. Already I could feel the warmth over taking my body. Stronger than any sensation I had ever felt before. My muscles were inflating, each and every one of them felt heat like I couldn’t believe, I could feel, I could HEAR my body growing. It was unreal, it was beautiful it was, it was everything I ever wanted. I could feel the weight of my body outstripping my ability to hold it up and I became dependent on that metal bar to keep my up, my arms and legs so thick that I couldn’t move them on my own anymore, and so heavy it wouldn’t matter if I could. I was trapped here now, restrained, IMMOBILE!!! Orgasm after orgasm hit me. The floor was growing further away from me, the room was shrinking yet becoming my entire world. I moaned and groaned, thinking about everything that I just left behind on a whim. Thinking about… somewhere and someone. Someone I was pretty sure was a friend. I didn’t see them though in the room, perhaps I imagined him, and the weird place I was thinking about. That place didn’t have corners like the world did. It was too cramped for something like me…. ME, who am me… what is me name again? No, my name… mmmmmy nammmmme……. Mmmmmy…… …… …… mmmmmmmmmmmmmoooooooooooooooooooooo.
Update posts: Biweekly Update: 3 August 2016
Flashback posts: Saturday Flashback: August 2016
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