Popular Post TQuintA Posted July 16, 2021 Author Popular Post Share Posted July 16, 2021 Part 2 – The College Con-Artist Chapter 8 Rhodes and Steele hovered around me for the rest of the day, marking down what I ate and what my daily life was like “for baseline purposes.” After dinner, they left me to my devices so they could work out their details, stressing that I wasn’t allowed to see Flynn, or the whole deal was off. I suspected they would forbid contact with Flynn, but before I went to bed that night, I called him to ask him how he knew they’d take the bait. “Obviously, they wouldn’t trust the powder,” he admitted. “But they’d want to when I dropped Shafe’s name. So, they’d force someone I cared about to try it. The only people I care about are you and me. And they don’t trust me. But, like I always say, rich guys think they can buy anything. Even bigger muscles. The opportunity would be too big a possibility to pass up. The one week experiment? That was all their paranoia. I didn’t see that one coming. Don’t worry. I found a workaround.” Satisfied, I went to bed. I was woken up the next morning by a loud rapping on my door. I answered the door groggily and found Steele and an unknown woman at my door. They barged their way in and locked the door behind them. “Good morning?” was all I could say. “I’ve decided to add a daily drug test to this experiment,” Steele said. “This is Jill. She’s a phlebotomist. She will take your blood and test it for steroids or other PEDs.” Steele handed me a small plastic jar. “You will also fill this to be tested by a second, separate person whose identity will remain unknown to you.” Jill moved so quickly that she had a sample of my blood before I even realized what she was doing. “Now pee,” Steele said. “In front of you?” I asked. “In front of me.” “Why?” “Flynn’s up to something, and I don’t know what. Until I figure out his little scheme, I’m being extra cautious.” So, I peed in his jar. When I finished, he put the sample in a brown paper bag and opened my bedroom door. A courier who was waiting there took my urine who-knows-where. That whole day, Steele escorted me around campus. He escorted me to the cafeteria and ordered my food for me, including a protein shake that he dutifully added a spoonful of TGS into. Then, he escorted me to the gym and ordered me to do one exercise after another. The man was an unrelenting drill sergeant. I was drenched with sweat and exhausted after the workout. My muscles were weak and rubbery. The whole day, he never left my side. Not when I went to class, not when I did my homework, not when I took my shower. He even made me shower with the stall’s curtain open. “If I’d known you were going to watch me piss and shower, I’d have asked for more than $100. Prostitutes get paid by the hour, not the week.” “It’s medical, pervert. Unlike Flynn, I get nothing out of watching you.” At the end of the day, when I was in my pajamas and getting ready for bed, I got a phone call. “Who is it?” Steele asked. “Your boyfriend?” “It’s Shafe,” I said, showing him the screen. Steele raised one eyebrow suspiciously. “I bet.” He answered my phone, said hello, and then handed it back. “It’s Shafe. He wants to wish you good luck. Rhodes told me Shafe was a superstitious twit. It’s ridiculous, but harmless. Make it quick.” He handed me back my phone. “Hello,” I said. “He’s intense,” Shafe responded. “Tell me about it.” “You can borrow two pounds,” he said. I felt the muscle pour into me. It felt like a splash of water or a quick blast of refreshing air. My sore, tired muscles felt refreshed. I didn’t look significantly bigger, but I was glad I was wearing oversized pajamas when it happened, just to be safe. In the middle of the night, I had to go to the bathroom. I left my room to walk to the communal bathroom, and that’s when I found out that they had someone watching my door at night too. The next day, I woke up to a pounding on the door, more obstreperous than the day before. I opened it to find Rhodes and Jill standing there. I stood to the side to let them in. “Morning, Jill,” I said. “Morning, Gerald.” “Who’s Gerald?” Rhodes asked. “I am,” I said flatly. “No Steele this morning?” “We’re taking turns,” Rhodes responded. Rhodes nodded and handed me a plastic jar. Jill did her work, and then I went to open the jar. “Ew!” Rhodes screamed, covering his eyes. “Do that in the bathroom, man!” “Steele watched me pee.” “Ew!” Rhodes repeated, louder this time. “He’s sick!” “I agree,” I said. With his eyes still covered, Rhodes barked, “Jill, watch him pee.” Jill rolled her eyes and indicated I should proceed. As I peed, Rhodes made one face of disgust after the other. “I can still hear it!” he cried. I finished and handed Jill the jar. “Dude,” I said, “you can hear other guys pee in the bathroom.” Rhodes, his eyes now open, pointed at me angrily. “This is different, and Steele is fucking twisted.” “Wait until you watch me shower,” I taunted. “What?” “Steele watched me shower.” “Steele is disgusting. I am not watching another guy shower. I’ll stand in the bathroom, but I’m not watching you shower.” Rhodes shuddered. “Something is wrong with Steele.” Apart from the morning, the rest of the day went pretty much the same. I got to shut the curtain when I showered, but Rhodes pushed me relentlessly at the gym, ordered my food for me, and sat there and guarded me when I was doing anything else. When I was in my pajamas and it was time for bed, I got another phone call. I answered it with a, “You’ve got Vaughn.” Shafe chuckled and said, “You can borrow three pounds of muscle.” Again, the comparatively small addition of muscle refreshed my sore and tired muscles. I could definitely tell I was bigger now. In my oversized pjs it wasn’t noticeable, but it probably would be when I got dressed the next morning. “Who’s on the phone?” Rhodes asked in an uninterested tone of voice. “Shafe,” I said, hanging up. “That was Shafe?” Rhodes was suddenly interested. “Sorry, I already hung up. He was just doing a good luck thing. You can talk to him in two days if you want.” Rhodes sulked momentarily, and then he left me to sleep. The next morning, when I woke up, I felt full and somewhat big. I could definitely tell there were five extra pounds on me. It felt like slightly more, actually. Slightly. And I felt energized, alive, and refreshed to start the day I actually woke up before Steele arrived at my room. I waited by the door for him to knock. The second he did, I opened it, startling him. “My turn to scare you,” I said. I stepped to the side and gestured for them to come in. “Morning, Jill,” I said amiably, offering her my arm. “Morning, Gerald,” she said, inserting the needle. “Might I say you look lovely this morning,” I said, pouring on a healthy dose of affection. “And you do this so gracefully,” I added, laying the charm on thicker. “Thank you,” she said, a small blush coming to her cheek. “Don’t bother,” Steele said, handing me the jar. “He’s gay and taken.” I began filling the jar as Steele watched, but added to Jill, “It’s true. But that doesn’t make you any less lovely or graceful.” Steele rolled his eyes, and we finished with Jill, the blood sample, and the jar. As soon as I was dressed, I could tell my clothes fit me differently. My chest had a little less room, my ass took up a little more space, and my shoulders and arms were a little more present. Steele must have noticed too because he scrutinized me up and down, and even poked my left pec twice with his index finger. “Who gave you permission to touch?” I scolded. He withdrew his hand, and we went off to the cafeteria. This day was no different from the first day with Steele. He ordered my food, he worked me out hard and to the point of exhaustion, he came to my classes with me, and he stared at me as I did my homework. When we went to the showers that night, I fought him a little on leaving the curtain open, but I ultimately acquiesced. He stared at me intently as I washed. I suspect he could tell I’d put on five pounds too. When I was putting on my pajamas—still oversized, but less so—I got a phone call. “Does Shafe call you every day?” he asked. “Normally, no. But it’s his reputation on the line, so he’s giving me all the good luck he can. You can talk to him if you want.” Steele tossed me the phone, and Shafe let me borrow three more pounds. The pattern continued this way for the rest of the week. I’d get a drug test every morning, I'd be shadowed and bossed around all day, and then I’d get three more pounds every night. Every day, my clothes were getting tighter and tighter. By mid-week, there was already a shirt I couldn’t wear unless I wanted everyone to be able to count how many chest hairs I had. Every day, my lifts were getting heavier and heavier. By mid-week, I had outclassed all of my personal bests, leaving them in the dust. Steele and Rhodes were utterly in awe. One week passed. With all the deposits Shafe made, I was now borrowing twenty pounds total. And I looked it. Thanks to Shafe’s personal shape, my lats were thick, so I was strutting wherever I walked. My chest stuck out proudly in everything I wore, distending all of my collars. My legs had a sweep of brawn in the thighs—my legs actually rounded out with bodybuilder muscle. And my ass was stretching my pants as much as my pecs were stretching my shirts. My arms were my greatest joy now. They looked powerful. I could actually tell that my arms outclassed Steele’s, and his were nothing to sneeze at. That evening, the evening of the weigh in, they didn’t even let me go back to my room after dinner. They marched me to the gym, barely even giving me a chance to grab my books from the cafeteria table. When we got to the gym, we went immediately to the scale. I expected it to be an even 200. 204. Which means that four of those pounds were mine. I knew that working out while borrowing someone else’s muscles made me put on muscle faster, but four pounds in a week extra… was shocking. Steele and Rhodes were even more shocked. So shocked, they had a private conversation while I just stood there. “That’s way more than five pounds!” Rhodes exclaimed. “We knew it would be,” Steele admitted. “We saw him get bigger and more muscular all week. We saw him blow up right in front of our eyes.” “That’s like five times more powerful than Flynn said it would be.” “And he passed every single drug test.” “I am going to get so jacked.” “And he had no contact with Flynn.” “This stuff is a miracle.” “This stuff is a goldmine.” I could see the dollar signs dancing in Steele’s eyes. I stared at the 204. I was now bigger than Gregg had been when we dated. And I thought Gregg was huge. And I was bigger. And I was only going to get even bigger. 41 5 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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TQuintA Posted July 17, 2021 Author Share Posted July 17, 2021 I'm so excited that my story is getting such positive feedback. Thank you to all my likers and commenters. All I can say is "Keep reading; I ain't done yet. " 10 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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MadDog Posted July 18, 2021 Share Posted July 18, 2021 Enjoying the slow build up and our protagonist's gradual muscular ascent. Perhaps the ease of muscle gained while borrowing increases the larger the borrowed amount is? 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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