Chet Overstreet was never the greatest student in the school. His grades consisted mostly of “gentleman’s C’s… with a few B’s interspersed by teachers who either found him hot, or was willing to do a favor to keep a football player out of scholastic troubles. He never really spent a lot of time in class actually paying attention, but today was worse. That incident with Paul Morris in the gym kept running through his mind. Paul had become a god among men, and he chose Chet to be his first disciple. Just thinking about their time together boned Chet up to where he thought his pants may burst just like Paul’s did at gym class this morning.
Then there was the issue with the green rock. Paul told him that his growth spurt was due to a magic green rock that he held under his tongue. While they were kissing, the rock had slipped from Paul’s mouth to Chet’s. It seemed to flatten out and fit to the contours of Chet’s mouth and Paul said, “maybe that means it’s meant to be?” and let him keep the rock. Paul told Chet that the rock was supposed to be under his pillow while he slept to make it work. He didn’t know what it might do to Chet before then, but hopefully tomorrow, Chet could have a growth spurt of his own!
Classes seemed to drag interminably for the young jock. He kept replaying the gym scene over and over again in his mind. All the previous memories of teasing Paul in the hallway, knocking him over and sending his books flying, calling him names in front of girls, they just washed away. They were replaced by an overwhelming lust and desire to please his new lover. Chet never thought of himself as submissive. He always ran the relationship with his girlfriends, though girls always seemed to leave him unsatisfied. He knew he liked the look of his fellow jocks, but acting on that, even on the down-low seemed like too much of a risk to his reputation. There was just something about Paul. He was so big. So powerful. Chet would do anything to get his approval.
Meanwhile Paul was lounging in classes that he would breeze through, stretching and flexing his new muscles to the great appreciation of the girls watching, and Paul kept an eye out for the boys taking their own surreptitious glances. He kept a tally of the three or four guys who peeked at his barely covered biceps and considered if any of them might be worthy of taking behind the bleachers, or even a gym room shower like his new buddy Chet. Chet told him that they could go to the school gym after classes were over and maybe Chet could try to work the same magic that affected Paul so profoundly earlier in the day. The very thought made Paul’s cock thicken and slink down his pants leg. Paul would have to be careful or he might bust out of Chet’s old gym uniform. It barely fit him as it was. His arms were already fraying the edges, even when he relaxed them. Fortunately the pants were pretty stretchy. A few of the teachers commented on his need to ‘better conform to the dress code’ but no one really freaked out. He couldn’t figure out why nobody but him thought it was strange that he gained a good hundred and fifty pounds of muscle and about ten to twelve inches in height. He’d honestly look more in place at a college body building event, but instead he was squeezing into a plastic desk at his high school math class.
Finally the last bell of the day rang and he met up with Chet. There was a great deal of satisfaction at looking DOWN at his former tormenter. Paul thought it would be ten years before he got the chance for payback, but he planned to make up for every snicker, every wedgie and every crude comment by taking it out on Chet’s ass. Paul couldn’t imagine what it would feel like to have a 16 inch cock buried inside of you, but he planned to ask Paul after it was done. It was strange, because even in his fantasies, Paul never had a big vindictive streak, but there was something about this new power he had gained that made him want to play a little rough with his new friend. “Let's get to the gym and see if we can muscle you up a bit more, Chet,” Paul said in his basso profundo voice.
Chet lead Paul to the gym and used his key to get inside. There were maybe half a dozen other jocks working out on the equipment or just doing push-ups or sit ups. The coach wasn’t there today to oversee anything, but the other football players, wrestlers, and basketball players seemed to have a good handle on proper spotting and technique. Paul watched curiously, never having had to lift a weight in his life. The other jocks gave him plenty of room as he walked among the workout stations curiously.
“So where do we start, Chet?” Paul asked. The former bully considered a moment and shyly whispered, “Where would you like to see the most growth on me, Paul?” He hoped none of the other guys heard him practically fawning over Paul. He wasn’t sure how out of the closet he was ready to burst, and at least for now, some of the guys were still bigger than him and capable of putting quite a hurt on. Paul considered Chet like he was sizing up a side of beef. “I dunno… I guess your arms and chest would be nice.” He wasn’t nearly so discrete and quiet, but if anyone heard him, they pretended not to.
Chet nodded and moved over to the Bench Press machine. He put one hundred and eighty pounds on the bar and explained that the bar weighed forty-five pounds for a total of two hundred and twenty five pounds. “This is near my max weight.” He explained. “Be ready to spot me.” Paul stood over Chet, looking down and admiring the view as the jock pumped the iron up and down a few times. After the fourth time, his arms were trembling, “Am I getting any bigger?” He asked, a bit more loudly than intended. The room erupted in giggles and Chet blushed. Paul shook his head, barely suppressing a smile of his own.
A strange voice rang out, “Did you sleep with it under your pillow yet?” Paul turned and saw the stranger from the day before. He was dressed a little better, and his hair was groomed and well-kempt. The other kids turned to look at him at well, but it was clear who the man was talking to. Paul felt his stomach flutter a bit as he looked over the man. He was even more impressive outside the dark and grungy alley. He flashed a broad smile and gestured at Paul and Chet. “Why don’t you guys come with me.” Paul almost left Chet trapped under the barbell in his hurry to comply. Chet followed after Paul a bit dubiously, wondering why Paul was acting like a smitten teenager and seemed to forget all about him. The man led them out of the school, taking long legged confident strides and finally stopped in a back alley out of the way of prying eyes.
“So, young man,” the stranger said, “You’ve already passed on the Gem I see. Normally that doesn’t happen for several years. I’m not sure what that portends.” Paul smiled at the stranger dopily, wondering idly what it would feel like to be wrapped in his powerful arms, “I don’t know either sir. It happened while we were kissing.” Paul ran his elongated tongue along his lips as he remembered the make-out session. Chet looked between the two curiously. A part of him was feeling jealous that Paul was ignoring him. The other part was trying to figure out how to get in on this potential action.
The stranger looked bemused at Paul’s answer. “Well, I will admit there are some stories that he gems have a mind of their own and that they seek their way into the hands of those that will use them best.” Paul seemed confused, “Gems? There are more of these things?” The stranger shrugged, “I have only see this one, but I have heard stories of others, and each one works a little differently. Anyway that is unimportant right now. What is important is our future together. I would like you to move in with me. I make a decent living and can afford to get you through college. After that it is up to you how long we stay together.”
Paul nodded eagerly, “I would love that!” He leaned closer to the stranger and gave him a warm embrace. Chet was shocked. “You’re going to move IN with this guy? You don’t even know his name!” Paul blushed, his erection straining against his pants. The cockhead had poked up and through the waistline and threatened to make a mess all over him and the stranger. “Its okay.” Paul said, “I can trust him.” He continued to rub against the stranger
The stranger smiled, “Part of the power of the gem is that it bonds the users. I suspect you are feeling the same way towards your friend, though usually the green gem creates a bond between an older man, and a younger male who is learning to become a man. I’m not sure how it will affect you. Anyway you are right, I am Brian, and I suppose introductions should be had all around.”
Everyone introduced themselves and there was a brief but intense makeout session. Paul was on cloud nine! It seemed he was in the middle of a very attractive sandwich. Brian was a sexy older man who seemed VERY experienced. And green gem or not, there was a clear attraction. Chet was almost like a brother. He did not love Chet, but he certainly enjoyed Chet’s love and desire for him. Clothes were discarded revealing ripped and muscular bodies. Paul noted with a grin that Chet was now the smallest of the three. The one time bully helplessly fawning over Paul’s new muscles. Worshiping them with hands and tongue. The alley way wasn’t the cleanest place for sex, but in a way the illicit nature seemed to make it more alluring for all three men.
After they were all finished, they cleaned up as best as possible, still smelling strongly of alleyway and sex. Brian drove the boys home. He dropped of Chet and told him they would pick him up tomorrow after he slept with the gem under his pillow. Then he took Paul home and waited outside. Paul came in and explained to his parents that after his growth spurt he wanted to test his independence. He had a friend that he wanted to room with, and he would be moving out. His parents were surprisingly accommodating to the idea. As he packed, Paul wondered if the same magic that made people indifferent to his sudden impossible growth spurt, also affected his parent’s decision. He was briefly concerned about that, but ultimately decided it was worth it for Brian.
Paul was impressed with Brian’s house. It was neat and professional. The basement was clearly some sort of “rumpus room.” There was a futon in one corner. A table nearby had all manner of sex toys ranging from dildos to handcuffs. In another corner was a set of weight machines and dumbells. “Got to stay in shape. Don’t have the Gem to help me out anymore,” Brian commented. Then he ran himself and Paul through a workout, checking Pauls new Max Weights and showing him how to use the machines and get him on a regimine, “You will have to spend a good hour or two a day to keep that bod of yours the way I like it.” Brian said.
After the workout session, Paul and Brian settled onto the futon for some sweaty exhausted sex. Paul’s body was sore and he was never used to the deep aches that the workouts caused, but it didn’t dampen his enthusiasm. Brian seemed energized by his new young partner. They kissed. They touched. They came all over each other several times. Brian was clearly an experienced lover and taught Paul how to please his partner as well as find his own deepest pleasures. Eventually they collapsed on the futon and slept until morning
The next morning Paul and Brian woke up and showered together, making sure to spend a lot of time lathering each other up. They almost needed another shower after their shower, but eventually everything washed down the drain. Then they dressed. Paul squeezed himself into the biggest T-Shirt Brian could find in his wardrobe and a pair of sweat-pants that showed several inches of ankle and fit like spandex. They went and got Chet who was already dressed in loose workout close. “So, today is the day, right?” He asked. Brian nodded, “We’ll see what happens.”
All three men went back to Brian’s house and headed immediately to the basement. “Do you want to handle this Paul?” Brian asked, “After all, he’s your boyfriend.” Paul nodded eagerly, “Ok Chet. Start with Jumping jacks. How about you give me 50 and we’ll go from there.”
Chet started jumping and windmilling his arms. After a brief warmup he started to feel the tingling sensation in both his arms and his legs. By the time he had hit 20, there was a noticeable increase in definition. At the end of 50 Chet had gained several inches around his biceps and thighs. Paul smiled at Brian and nodded, “It's working all right… I think I want to really test its limits though.” Brian nodded, “Make him as big as you want, if he needs to stay here we have room… unless he ends up house sized.”
Chet started to tug at his shirt and pulled it over his now rock solid abs. Paul raised his hand, “Not so fast there Chet, You got to see me burst out of my clothes. I want to do the same with you…” Paul grinned. “You know how to work the abs and chest machine. Get over there and work them until your pecs explode through your shirt.” Chet blushed and got to work on the machine. Brian went over and ruffled Paul’s hair. “You’re a bit of a monster with a little power, boy. Be careful with it.”
Paul just grinned and watched as Chet’s body swelled with each rep. His shirt got tighter and tighter on his body. Even Brian was kind of drooling as the fabric got so tight and soaked with sweat it turned sheer. You could see the faint outline of his chest hair and a clearer view of his nipples as he grew and grew and grew. Finally with a resounding “Riiiiiiipp… the cloth parted and Paul an Brian got a great view of Chet’s sculpted chest. He was like a demigod’s anatomy drawing, ripped with muscle and tight vascular flesh.
Paul came and rubbed his hands all over Chet’s flesh. He leaned in and kissed Chet on the mouth as the stimulation started working on Chet’s cock. After a decent make out session, Chet’s cock pushed past his pants and was working its way to about mid torso region. Brian chuckled as he watched the two young men.
“You think I’m done with you yet, Chet? We’re just getting started.” Paul lead Chet over to the futon and grabbed a couple of sets of metal handcuffs off the table. “Lay down, face up.” Paul demanded. Chet complied eagerly and submissively as he the magic ran through his body, bonding him ever more fully and completely to his former object of torment. Paul cuffed Chet’s arms to some Iron rings set in the wall. Then he sat on Chet’s legs. “Lets see how long it takes you to grow enough to brake those manacles.”
Brian looked a little concerned, “Are you sure that’s a good idea? We don’t know how this works, I don’t want him hurting himself.” Paul just grinned, “I promised him payback for all the bullying he did. This seems fair enough.” He gave Chet a rough smack to the cheek “Now pull!”
Chet strained and stretched against the cuffs. At first it did not seem like anything was happening. But after a bit, Chet’s arms started swelling even more. They started to surpass anything Paul had ever scene. His arms were closing in on the size of Paul’s thighs, and Paul had enormous thighs these days. Paul just kept riding Chet, bouncing up and down on Chet’s legs. “Come on sissy boy! Harder! Harder! Get those cuffs off.” The stimulation worked on Chet’s legs and groin as well, causing them to continue to grow, though not as much as Chet’s arms, shoulders and pecs.
Finally there was a ghastly creak as the cuffs bent. Then a rumble of breaking concrete as Chet pulled the iron rings right out of the wall. Paul applauded and stood up, letting Chet free. He walked over to Brian and put an arm around him, “Lets see what we’ve made, shall we?”
Chet was an amazing sight. His upper body was swollen beyond human proportion with slabs of thick muscle running across his chest and arms. He almost resembled a gorilla, forced a bit forward by the massive proportions of his torso. And all that was on top of legs that any body builder would kill for! Brian was right. He made Chet a monster. Paul went over and kissed his monster on the cheek, “that’s it.. That’s my good boy.” Paul grinned stupidly at him. Apparently more blood was being used to keep his muscles running than his brain.
Brian whistled, “Remind me never to get you mad at me.” Paul just smiled and squeezed Brian’s waist, “Never going to happen in a million years.” He went to Chet and held out his palm under Chet’s mouth. “Spit out the gem now, Chet.” Chet complied and Paul took the gem and put it in a dixie cup until it was needed again.
All three of the men lived happily ever after.