Popular Post Hialmar Posted September 23, 2020 Popular Post Share Posted September 23, 2020 The first part of this story may be found here: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/21053-take-the-lid-off-part-one/ Take the lid off Part Two WIDE! Kevin wasn't able to think clearly or coherently any longer, but it didn't matter. He didn't want to think clearly or coherently any longer -- not if The Treatment were able to overwhelm his consciousness with the physical and mental sensations of becoming ... UH! ... becoming ... WIDE! And it was! Uh! WIDE! His throbbing arms and legs blindly thrashed against the surrounding, and comfortably warm, liquid saturated with anabolic salts, but the rational and conscious awareness of his physical surroundings was a doomed and shrinking spot of light, surrounded by an approaching chiaroscuro of male instincts, empowering embodiment and overwhelming physical sensations -- approaching, in order to devour the reticent and timid person he was used to show the world, at least at work. Approaching, in order to replace his former self with something more assertive, something more unyielding, something more PHYSICALLY EMBODIED, something more like ...like Todd. Todd. He shivered. His meat throbbed inside the suction hose. Placed there, because ... "And which purpose does that serve, Dr. Korsakoff?" "The solution need to be perfectly balanced. The biochemicals present in the perspiration of Subjects may affect The Treatment to a very small extent, but that is easily counter-balanced from the control room. If you excuse my bluntness, the chemicals present in prostatic fluid of a Subject, on the other hand, could be able to unbalance the solution of anabolic salts, causing the control-room to lose control of The Treatment. About two hours from injection, add or subtract a few minutes according to a Subject's individual susceptibility, each Subject's metabolism will enter an altered state, which, among other things, will cause production of extremely high levels of testosterone and growth hormones." Todd. Shivered. Throbbed. He had watched Todd grow. He had remembered Todd's assurances: "Of course not something too exaggerated. Just enough to lose this dad bod belly." He should have told Todd before The Treatment. Taken the lid off his guilty pleasures. Told Todd: "I want you to grow huge. Not hold back in the gym, for me. Forget everything I've said to you about 'too big'" Showed Todd the morphs he had felt so embarrassed about. Should have. Too late. Todd! Shivered. Throbbed. The doubts he had had. Exaggerated marketing? Potential dangers? Sharing his secrets with Dr. Korsakoff, but not with his husband. He had watched Todd grow. The male form, that Todd's rugby-bod had approached after an hour's Treatment inside the ModPod, had indeed lost the pudgy "dad bod belly", that was true, but it would have been a damned lie, to describe the male form, that Todd's physique approached, after an hour's Treatment and longer, as "nothing too exaggerated". He had watched Todd GROW. Watched Todd's muscle flex and relax. Flex. And relax. Flex. And relax. Watched Todd's body arch. Watched Todd's BULGING arms and legs blindly thrash against the surrounding, and comfortably warm, liquid saturated with anabolic salts, inside the ModPod. Watched Todd's male form approach a shape unheard of before: Like a Strongman physique, but conditioned like an Olympia Pro. A merger of two different ideals, into something ... Watched visible muscle fibres of Todd's chest emerge. Watched visible muscle fibres of Todd's leg emerge. Watched visible muscle fibres emerge all over Todd's wide and tall body. Watched the veins crawl all over ... Watched ... the impossible happen to the man he loved ... Had felt warm, almost like a temperature. Sweat trickling all over his body. So aroused by watching Todd. Felt a pressure build in his entire body. Been forewarned about it, by Dr. Korsakoff. To be expected. Primed for The Treatment. Clock ticking. Todd. Huge. Temperature. Pressure. Only dim memory. Lost track during Todd's second hour inside the ModPod. Lost ... His awareness had drifted ... Waking up ... Hadn't noticed, that he'd lost consciousness ... Voices ... Men around him ... Men over him ... A voice he recognised, but deeper ... Todd's voice ... "What have you done to him?" Todd had sounded angry. In a deeper voice. The sound of dark chocolate slowly trickling over a pudding. A voice, which steamed of masculinity ... Kevin had opened his eyes, but had felt dizzy, his gaze flickering ... hard to concentrate ... "The effect of the injection has begun prematurely. Let me down, and assist me with his Treatment. Quick! We have no time to lose!" Todd grabbing Dr. Korsakoff by the latter's lapels and LIFTING him from the floor, shaking him. UH! Hard to concentrate, because it felt so good. His body felt so good. Kevin felt ... Todd's naked body close to his. Lifting him. Carrying him to the ModPod. Todd's -- UH! -- fucking Hulk-body lifting him effortlessly and carrying him effortlessly, like Kevin had been weightless -- UH! Weightless. His mind drifted out of and in into existence, gaze flickering: Vague sense of worry, vague sense of guilt -- but the man he loved lifted and carried him to the ... Todd's body heat. Emanating from Todd's Hulk-body. Comforting. Protective. Close. Their eyes meeting. A gaze full of love, but also full of something more: Concern for Kevin's health. And something more: Todd's cheeky, confident jock-gaze enhanced into ... enhanced into ... UH! Kevin had shuddered in delight, and his memories of what had happened, when Todd and Dr. Korsakoff lowered him into the ModPod, was a blur ... They must have ... They must have fastened the suction hose to his dick, because it was there, keeping his pre-cum from contaminating the anabolic solution. They must have put earbuds into his ears, because the waves and subliminals supposed to assist his metabolism and enhance his confidence were buzzing in his ears. They must have fastened the mask over his mouth and nose, because he was able to breathe. Inhale. Air. And perhaps something more, because it felt like he ... felt like ... he inhaled EMBODIMENT. They must have closed the lid of the ModPod, because he was floating where Todd had floated minutes or hours before. And he hadn't been able to brace himself for the impact of the Hypertrophic Energy, when Dr. Korakoff switched the ModPod on, so when it hit him ... UH! When it hit him, he did what Todd had done. His muscles flexed. And relaxed. Flexed. And relaxed. He could feel them grow. Tangibly, he could feel the sensation of his muscles growing. Occupying more and more space inside the ModPod. Aware of the entire physical extension of his body. Aware of, how it was bombarded by the hundreds of tiny purple power bolts he had watched cause the impossible growth of Todd. UH! Like Todd. Growing like Todd had done! Power bolts. Causing his power-body to grow power-muscles. Causing him to buzz of energy. Strength-enhancing energy. But how was this even possible, despite the daydreams he had shared with Dr. Korsakoff, if Todd had kept his promise, to aim for a small improvement. Tone up a bit. Not bodybuilder-big, of course. Nothing exaggerated. EXAGGERATED! Yeah! His body was turning into something ... EXAGGERATED! And Kevin was becoming ... WIDE! Kevin wasn't able to think clearly or coherently any longer, but it didn't matter. He didn't want to think clearly or coherently any longer -- not if The Treatment were able to overwhelm his consciousness with the physical and mental sensations of becoming ... UH! ... becoming ... WIDE! His bullneck growing into ... UH! His steel-hard abs forming obscene globes, that ... UH! The veins crawling over his mound-like biceps ... UH! His legs pushed apart because the sheer volume, the sheer mass, the sheer powerful mass of his ... UH! The raw and untamed masculine instincts lurking in Kevin's soul devoured any remaining rational awareness of the ModPod itself and the two men who, from the outside, watched him transform. There was only the primal urge to become a WIDE HARD COMPACT MASSIVE embodiment of exaggerated masculinity, a mean muscle-machine, an assertive mountain of steel-hard POWER-BRAWN buzzing with that hypertrophic energy -- UH! -- yeah, the power-bolts ... They ... It was all a haze of purple energy now. Kevin could no longer tell the difference between his mind, his body and the hypertrophic power, which ... UH! ... which turned him into ... UH! ... transformed him into ... Cock throbbing. Mind throbbing. Muscles throbbing. His entire body throbbing. ... because of the hypertrophic power, which ... - couldn't believe it: Muscles the size of footballs, the size of medicine balls, the size of boulders - The concentrated face of Dr. Korsakoff, working hard, behind the glass pane facing the control-room ... The face of Todd outside the glass pane facing the Observation Lounge ... Todd's eyes ... Todd's gaze ... Love ... Horny ... Cheeky ... Smug ... UH! Wait! What's happening? Todd leaving the Observation Lounge ... Todd, side by side to Dr. Korsakoff ... The feeling, it ... can't concentrate ... Todd arguing with Dr. Korsakoff. Todd touching the controls ... An EXPLOSION of empowerment in his mind and body, and then, suddenly, Todd, taking the lid off the ModPod, opening it. Korsakoff upset: "You are NOT allowed to do that while the Treatment is running, and you are NOT allowed to increase the settings of the dashboard, will you now leave the area while I finish The Treatment of your ..." Korsakoff's voice fell silent. There was a brief flash of fear in his face, as he ran through the control-room and left it empty, and Kevin could sense the presence of something ... someone entering the ModPod, lowering itself into it ... And then, Todd hugged him, floating inside, grabbing his hands, moving them both to a standing position, their faces now above the surface ... Todd removed the mask from Kevin's face. Their eyes met. Todd just said six words: "I love you. Grow with me." Then their lips embraced in a kiss. Todd's big hand fumbled with the suction hose, and removed it from Kevin's dick. Kevin could feel pre-cum uncontrollably spurt out of his rod, and for a second he felt alarmed, but the next second he could feel the chemical reaction inside the ModPod enhance the sensation of unbelievable increase of muscle mass, and the hypertrophic energy crackled and buzzed all around them. He moaned in pleasure. His enormous husband grabbed his steel-hard hockey-butt, and he returned the gesture, becoming aware of, how big his arms and hands were now. He was almost as tall as Todd, and he was now wider, than Todd. His cock throbbed, and so did Todd's, as they pressed their huge, well-defined and steel-hard abs against each other's cocks. The sensation of growing was stronger now, almost too intense to bear, but only almost. The sensation of buzzing, empowering, strength-inducing ENERGY was stronger, too. It didn't matter why. What mattered, was that he and the man he loved were turning into ... UH! Hypertrophic energy crackled between their teeth, as their lips remained pressed against each other in a kiss without end. Their cocks trobbed. Their minds throbbed. Their muscles throbbed. Their bodies throbbed against each other. Their cocks were engorged. Their minds were engorged. Their muscles were engorged -- steel-hard, rock-hard, impossibly hard -- and he could sense both of them growing uncontrollably, but he didn't want the growth to be controlled. He wanted uncontrollable, limitless, energising, empowering ... He bellowed, but he didn't allow his lips to leave Titan-Jock. The Treatment had released Muscle-Beast. Muscle-Beast hugged Titan-Jock, clinged to him, pressing their uncontrollably forthgushing steel-hard muscular bodies tightly together. The liquid bubbled around their bodies. The hypertrophic energy caused ghostly purple light flicker along the walls and from the inside of the ModPod. There was only the primal urge to become a WIDE HARD COMPACT MASSIVE embodiment of exaggerated masculinity, a mean muscle-machine, an assertive mountain of steel-hard POWER-BRAWN buzzing with that hypertrophic energy -- UH! -- yeah, the power-bolts ... They ... It was all a haze of purple energy now. Muscle-Beast could no longer tell the difference between his mind, his body and the hypertrophic power, which ... UH! ... which turned him into ... UH! ... which turned both him and Titan-Jock into ... -- fuck, it was almost too ... ... almost too much, but only almost, because Titan-Jock and Muscle-Beast were turning into ... YES! THE BRAWN! THE POWER! His grip around Titan-Jock increased. So did Titan-Jock's grip around his body. He could feel Titan-Jock shiver. Shiver of lust. Shiver of excitement. Shiver of increasing STRENGTH. Shiver because of Muscle-Beast's increasing SIZE and PROWESS and POWER ... As Muscle-Beast was shivering because of Titan-Jock's increasing ... UH! Yeah! More! Yes! ... transformed them into ... When they came, the chemical reaction intensified, and caused a loop, leading to the buildup to the next orgasm. The muscle-building potential of the anabolic solution doubled, and doubled again, exponentially. Purple power bolts caused the structure to rock, but the two heavy behemoths stood unperturbably at the epicentre of the havoc, unshaken, unharmed, ecstatically lost in and revelling in the sheer physicality of themselves and each other. Increasing. Again. And again. And again. * * * "It didn't turn out bad, did it?", the photographer asked. "No. It was an amazing experience. I could recommend a Treatment, if you can afford it. The first three photo sessions, we had to work for free, because the company used the photos in the ads, that payed for the repair, but I love the way it feel. I just wish, I had told Todd earlier, and that he had told me beforehand. Do you have many shoots left? The clock is ticking, and the fire brigade will wonder why I'm late. It feels good to be able to serve the common good, now when I'm built like this." 32 4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
stewbake Posted September 23, 2020 Share Posted September 23, 2020 Damn, that was hot! the description of the growth! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hialmar Posted September 23, 2020 Author Share Posted September 23, 2020 4 minutes ago, stewbake said: Damn, that was hot! the description of the growth! Thank you. I admit, that plot-wise this story was very bare-bones, but I wanted to concentrate on the growth as such. 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tigerjock Posted September 23, 2020 Share Posted September 23, 2020 Ungh, YES. Exactly the way I want to grow. Shove me in a tube and make me into my BF's fantasy. Totally hot story. 1 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
growthfan96 Posted September 24, 2020 Share Posted September 24, 2020 God damn that was hot 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lsosuke Posted September 24, 2020 Share Posted September 24, 2020 *¬* I love it, so fucking hoooot ufffffff I want a couple and grow with him 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aronymous Posted September 25, 2020 Share Posted September 25, 2020 We really needed some new Hialmar stories. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bjort Posted May 11, 2022 Share Posted May 11, 2022 Oh yrs my Kapten! YES!!! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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