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(I threw a few visuals in the story. The pictures are all of my own bod btw)

 

 

Shopping was never really my thing, I never really put too much effort into my wardrobe. I was the kind of nerd, even at 19, whose mom bought him his clothes, and although she always made sure to select matching outfits, I was never able to guarantee that they would match on any given day.

Today I wore a checkered shirt with a striped pair of shorts. My friend Aaron was quick to comment.

"Dude, I'm no runway model but stripes and checkered patterns is a no go." I looked at him like he was my nagging mother.

"Don't need to tell me how to dress. At least I can find clothing that fits without stretching." I looked over to a nearby table directly at Mike, a comparatively fit jock who wore 2 sizes too small to show off. I mean he sure had a bit of muscle, much more than I had, but nothing to be impressed about.

"You shouldn't be talking, you can't even do 10 pushups."

"Hey!" I replied defensively. In fact I could do 10 rather easily, maybe 20. But okay, I didn't really know the first thing about a gym. But hey, the interest was there, I'd pick it up if I wasn't so embarrassed and self-conscious about myself.

 

Lunch ended faster than I had hoped, and everyone scuddled out like ants in a waterfall.

"I'm going to take you shopping, Steve."

I looked up at Aaron. "No way! I wanted to finish this escort mission, tonight. It's probably going to be the whole night..."

"C'mon! That can wait. I'll drag you there if I have to."

I was reluctant but after several minutes of annoying me, Aaron managed to get his way. I was pretty easy to persuade if you asked enough times.

"All right, just get on my bus after phys ed. I'm in walking distance of the outlets."

 

Physical education was the last class of the day. And I was dreading it. Today, climbing was on the plan, and while that sounded pretty cool, it was rather frustrating for someone with no technique and no biceps to compensate, plus a number of rowdy students egging on their peers at every opportunity.

Candace was one of the best climbers in the class. She weighed no more than a feather and had been climbing avidly since her early childhood.

Samuel was a lean dude with some good skills, but he was certainly full of himself. He'd made sure everyone was aware of the new abdominal muscles that were becoming visible. But Mike of course would mention it didn't count on a skinny dude. Still much more than I could imagine...

As Samuel was finishing up a relatively difficult trail, I was watching the clock edge toward 2:45. And although the final seconds were excruciatingly slow, time did not in fact stop, and we were all released promptly to change before the buses left.

I hurried into the locker room and changed as quickly as I could, back into my never matching outfit. I must have been in too much of a hurry, because I knocked over my backpack, spilling all my books and pencils onto the ground. Damn, I thought, as I noticed my bottle of allergy pills had fell out inconveniently and the contents had spilled out onto the floor. Fuck it, I thought. I need these today, or I am going to be suffering at the mall... I quickly collected the scattered pills and, somewhat embarrassed, hurried out of the locker room into the halls.

It didn't take long before I ran into Aaron and we were making our way over to bus 7. I had a car and had really wished I had taken it now, since bus 7 is the worst of all. It stops literally everywhere and the bus driver is too frail to prevent chaos running loose on the bus.

But it didn't take all that long before we were approaching Aaron's street. I was feeling a bit uneasy from the ride and my nose a bit stuffy, so I took an allergy pill or two for good measure.

We didn't even bother stopping by Aaron's place once we left the bus. I was just hoping we'd be through ASAP so I could still fit in my escort mission tonight...

Achoo!

"I thought you took an allergy pill in the bus," Aaron said dishearteningly as I swallowed another one.

"Yeah, but it didn't seem to help very much, what's another going to hurt?"

"Can you OD on them?"

"Fuck if I know! I don't think a handful of allergy pills is going to kill me, though. Don't scare me, dude!"

"You're fine!" Aaron said reassuringly. "Let's check out this store here, I haven't been in here before."

"All right, fine."

We hopped into the next shop and Aaron started to compare styles and price tags. I was a bit overwhelmed to be perfectly honest, but Aaron assured me that he would take on the burdon.

"Your clothing is baggy as shit. Get with the times. Slim fit or skinny?"

"Ummm I don't know. Slim."

"Have you tried to wear skinny before? It might look good on you." I rolled my eyes. Why did he even bother asking? "C'mon, give it a shot. Just try it on."

"All right, but hey Aaron, I'm not feeling so great. I am feeling... Idk I'm like sore everywhere."

"Maybe from the climbing? Stop trying to get out of this. Would you rather have your mom buy you clothes til your retired?"

"Okay, okay just give me the jeans. I'll go find a changing room."

A nice woman who had clearly overheard much of our conversation had then pointed me toward the next changing room. There was a line of three but it was bearable. The one guy in front of me was just checking his phone and in front of him was a young couple. They were rather cute and looked fairly athletic.

*BUUURP*

Oh fuck! I quickly raised my hands to cover my mouth. That was embarrassing. The dude in front of me clearly noticed my gassiness, but the couple seemed unphased.

Aaron came over with a couple of shirts and a laugh on his face. "Dude, use your manners. Never heard something like that come from you!"

I became a bit red in the face. "XS? Don't you think that's a bit small on me?"

"You are small Steve! I got an XS and an S, just see what fits you and what your comfortable in."

"Looks like just a plain white tee to me, you call that fashion?"

"Sometimes less is more, just get your ass in there and try it on!"

And so I did. I unbuttoned my striped shorts and carefully removed my plaid shirt. I don't recall it being so difficult this morning...

I put on the skinny jeans - damn, now I get why they call them that - followed by the XS T-shirt. But before I could walk out to show Aaron, I heard a worrisome noise come from the jeans. No! Did they just tear?? These must have been really skinny. Oh no! What am I supposed to do now? They're going to make me buy them and I don't even really got in them. This is just turning out splendid! I cried inwardly.

Maybe no one will notice? I looked up at the mirror to identify where the tear could be. But I was not braced for what I saw.

Holy fuck! I think I said this aloud, quietly but nonetheless...

I looked up and saw how the white XS T-shirt clung helplessly to my body, wrapping itself through what appeared to be deep crevices criss-crossing across my torso.

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Since when did I have a six pack? I lifted up my shirt and indeed underneath "hid" six blocky abdominals made of dense muscle.

Above them were two massive chest muscles that I had never seen before. And there was no chance at hiding my nipples.

This shirt was definitely a few sizes too small. You could even see veins snaking their way viscously down my enlarged arms. I looked like a normal size dude with a serious pump.

And there it came again! The sound of fabric giving way to my growing muscular body. What the hell do I do now? My legs look ridiculous.

"Aaron! Can you give me the slim fit? And some baggy jeans to try on?"

"Dude, show me how it looks. It can't be that tight on you."

Aaron tried to open the non-lockable door to the changing room, but I used all my new found strength to counter his attempt. "Dude I need my privacy!" 

RIIIP.

"What was that?" Aaron asked, rather worrisome.

That was the T-shirt... I looked up at my rock hard body. Oh wow, what is happening?? Everything looked denser and thicker with every moment. Under the direct overhead lighting, my abdominals were casting unbelievable shadows to reveal what could be mistaken for an 8-pack. Yes, that's 8, at least when I flex them tight.

Riiiiiiiiip

No, no, no! I squealed audibly. The jeans were no more. I stood there now in just a skimpy pair of boxer briefs that I recall used to cover much more of my lower body than they did now.

"Steve, is everything all right?"

"Um yeah, everything is fine." I was a bit enchanted by my new form. "Please Aaron, get me a size 40."

"Are you kidding me? I'm getting you a size 32. Don't fuck with me."

Aaron headed off and I peeked out through the door to examine the battleground. Thank God, no one was waiting in line. Just an older woman a ways off in the corner, too busy with her phone to notice anything real.

Now's my chance! I scurried out of the changing room, nearly naked and ran down the hall to where the bathroom was. As I forcefully slammed open the door, a younger guy turned around, clearly startled to see the 135 turned 180lb shredded beast slam open the door in undersized boxer shorts. I rushed to the stall and locked myself in.

Fuck, what am I going to do now? Is this going to go away? Maybe I should just wait? Great, and my backpack is still in the changing room.... Wait the backpack! The pills? Did they do this to me? What the hell is going on here?

"Steve!" Aaron shouted, peeking into the men's bathroom. "Are you in here? Are you ok dude?"

I decided to answer. At least I could lock the door here. "Yeah, um I think it's my allergies. Could you give me the pills in my backpack?"

"Sure... Back in the changing room?"

"Yeah, I forgot them there." 

Aaron hurried off to the changing room, while I ran my hand over my bodybuilder torso. It felt hard as fuck. How did I become this built? I stretched my leg and watched the fibres form along my quads. They were turning blue with veins. Ew! But to be perfectly honest, I was noticing myself get hard everywhere...

It wasn't long before Aaron has returned with my backpack. I rummaged through my bag hectically until I found the pills. I examined them briefly and noticed that there were two different types of pills in the bottle.

What the -?

"What the fuck did you do to these jeans? Do you dislike shopping that much?"

It took me a bit before registering Aaron. "Um, Aaron, I don't know what to say."

"Hey, you have to pay for them, not me. Dude just get out, take another pill and let's get back to shopping like normal people."

"Normal people? There isn't anything normal about this!"

"What are you talking about dude? What's up with you today."

"Aaron, don't be startled. I'm going to show you what's up." Aaron murmured an okay and braced himself for the worst. I gathered my senses and prepared myself for who knows what. Then I unlocked the bathroom stall door and stepped out into full exposure.

"Oh my - you're hot! Wow what happened to you, dude? I'm - I'm - I'm out of words."

I blushed. "Now you get why I ran out of the store like that, I'm not ok."

"Not OK? You look like a muscle freak," bewildered, Aaron reached over for a reality check. He gently placed a finger on my taut abs. I was a bit sensitive and backed up a bit at the touch. He was in utter amazement.

"Have you already flexed? Your body looks so crazy."

I was still a bit shy, but I raised up my bicep and formed it into a thick ball of veiny muscle. The muscle separation was astounding.

"Dude, that's incredible. What did you do?"

"I have no clue what happened." I considered telling him about the pills but decided to keep that my little secret for the time being. "Um can you please buy me some larger clothes now?"

"All right, all right. I can't promise they'll fit right if you don't want to come and try them on, but I can promise they won't rip."

I reassured him that my growth had appeared to stop, at least for now. He came back with a black T-Shirt and a loose pair of jeans and a belt. They didn't fit well, but they weren't really tight either. Your couldn't even tell I was a shredded beast, I looked more like a regular jock type that could be more fat than you hoped.

We silently made our way out of the mall, making a quick pit stop at the next restaurant to quell my rumbling stomach, and then continued to the downtown train station. Aaron said he'd accompany me on my way home.

While we waited on the train, Aaron then brought up my transformation again.

"Do you think you've grown at all since we were at the mall?"

"Um no I don't think so."

"Show me what's underneath again, it's just crazy."

"I'm not going to lift up my shirt here with all these people!" I was being shy. Once or twice, Aaron lifted up my baggy sleeves to peek at my arms, but I was quick to hide them again. Why was he doing this? I didn't ever think he could be gay. Maybe he's just a bit taken aback, I know I am!

We sat for around twenty some odd minutes in the train. I caught a few stares and even a pleasant smile from a handsome man in his early thirties. I tried to smile back, much unlike me to be frank.

About 15 minutes into the ride, the wagon fills up with loud rumbling sounds. I blushed immediately.

"Was that your stomach?" Aaron whispered.

"Um, yea. I don't know what's gotten into me but I'm hungry as hell again!"

"I'm not so surprised, you got muscles to feed."

Again I blushed as the thirty or so year old man clearly heard Aaron confirm my musclehead status.

"Dude, why so shy about it? If I suddenly had your shreds, I'd have walked out of that store shirtless."

The man across the isle was definitely looking intently on me. And although I had avoided direct eye contact at any cost, I felt that I had looked him up and down a bit too inconspicuously.

Aaron tugged again at my shirt and this time succeeded in lifting it up, at least enough to reveal half of my eight pack to the guy sitting across from me. I think his jaw dropped. I blushed now more than ever before and quickly re-adjusted my shirt so that my body was no longer on display.

I elbowed Aaron, slightly frustrated. "Stop that," I whispered nervously to him.

"What are you going to tell your mom when you get back home?"

"Huh? Um, I don't know. I didn't really think of that yet..." Damn, Aaron's right. There is no hiding 50+ lbs. of near instant muscle gains. "I'll have to sneak into my room, I don't know!"

"And avoid her until you move to college or what? And school tomorrow?"

I think the guy across the isle was a bit taken aback by the word 'school'. I had a young face, sure, but the way I filled out this relatively baggy clothing seemed to indicate I could have been a college jock.

 

The rest of the ride, we remained silent and, no, I didn't talk to the man in the train. We made it back home and I said my goodbyes to Aaron. Then I braced myself for my entrance. It was rather anticlimactic, in fact. I hurried upstairs without really being noticed, since my mother was too involved in trying out some new dinner recipe. It definitely smelled delicious... And to be honest, I was starved!

Nonetheless, I decided to skip out on dinner. I told mom that I wasn't feeling well and hid my mysterious monstrous body under my sheets as she walked in with a portion. "You don't have to eat it now, but you have to eat it! I worked hard to get this recipe right!"

"Thanks mom," I did begrudgingly, trying my best to shop her as quickly as possible from my room.

"At least change into pijamas, Stevie. I don't want you falling asleep again in your jeans."

I was getting impatient. What would she say to this!?

"Mom, I'm tired."

"All right, all right I'm heading out. Get your rest. Sleep well, dear."

As soon as she left, I garbage collected the meal in what seemed like a single motion. Fuck, I was really starved.

I then played a bunch of video games until I dozed off for the night.

 

The best morning, I had waken up to the bright rays of sunlight gleaming through the windows right behind me. I rubbed my eyes into the focus and was quite amazed by the mountain range of abdominals before me. The way the sun shone on my abs - oh my god, I've never seen anything like that before. I ran my hand down my shredded core. As I flexed them, they popped out like never before. I grabbed my unit down below and began to pleasure myself at the view of my washboard abs. I have to admit, my abs are HOT!

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"Steve, how are you feeling? If you don't get down here, your sister is going to get the car."

What!? No. I need the car, there's no way I'm taking the bus today. I hurried out of bed and showered like my life depended on it. Out of habit, I attempted to slide on a plaid shirt of mine, but just a tug of the fabric left it in two, buttons flying across the room.

I rushed over to my bed and investigated the area. "Mom, where's my clothes?"

"Are you kidding me? I did a load of laundry just yesterday, do you really need me to come up and pick out matching clothing?"

"No, mom it's fine, I found some nice dress shirts to wear." That was the right answer that kept her at bay. But alas, I was still empty handed and unable to fit into anything I owned without it looking like compression gear.

I rushed down the staircase, making more noise than ever due to my shear size, in nothing but my stretched out boxer briefs. Unfortunately, my dad was just as slim as I used to be, meaning there was little improvement to find in his closet. So I rushed out of the front door and across the front lawn into hiding.

"Aaron, I need new clothing." I texted.

He replied immediately. "Did you grow again?"

"No. The same size will do."

"Okay, my brother has some that might fit, but he's not quite your size."

"Ok." It had to suffice. "See you soon!"

Once again, my stomach grunted in dissatisfaction. I was hungry, my god! I rushed into the house, snuck quietly into the kitchen and rummaged what I could find from the fridge. I noticed mom had made me some breakfast and downed that while I was at it. Plus the water she had filled for me.

"Thanks mom!" I shouted. "Erin can have the car, Aaron is picking me up in 10 minutes."

"Don't forget your allergy meds," she cried back. "I put one in your water, by the way."

"Thanks! Um -" that's when it hit me. There's a good 50-50 chance that whatever I just downed was not my allergy pill. Oh no! I hurried over to my backpack and checked that the pills were still there. How many of these strange pills were there? Oh no, oh no! Did I just take another one?

I locked myself, stressed out to the max, in the downstairs bathroom and waited till either my muscle mass exploded once again or till Aaron texted me that's he's arrived. Luckily, the latter happened first, at which point I darted out of the house and into Aaron's car.

 "Hey hey!" He held out a fist for me to bump. "What's up, big guy?"

"Can you just give me the clothes?"

"Yea, they're in the back seat. Here. It should fit ok, as long as you don't get any bigger!" He chuckled a bout of irony.

"A white shirt, great....You're a great help." I said sarcastically, knowing that if I fit into the clothing, I would look like Mike from lunch, except shredded as fuck.

I struggled exorbitantly to get into the clothes, but indeed they "fit". My abs weren't really visible yet through the shirt, it still had a bit of room left. But my nipples are full on display. Same with my biceps. There was no hiding my body.

"Enjoy it dude, I don't get why you want to hide yourself. So what, you're a fitness freak now."

"Overnight? What are people going to think of me?"

"If they're like me, they'll probably just think, damn he's got a hot body." I blushed profusely at Aaron's comment.

"You don't have a sweater or anything? Nothing bigger I can wear?"

Aaron grinned with approval as he looked my outfit up and down.

"Why don't you keep your eyes on the road," I said, trying to be witty.

As Aaron drove us to school, I was looking primarily in the side-view mirror. I could see the reflection of my arms, filled with thick veins beyond belief. I swear it looked like I was starting to get a pump. I flexed the arms a bit and watched as the fibres shot up and down beneath my fatless skin. My arms were truly staining the seems of my white shirt, but I was not worried it would tear today.  We still had a ways to go before that would happen.

"Hey Steve, are you zoning out?"

"Um what?"

"Did you complete the mission last night?"

"No,  I wish. It's a long ass mission. It's fine, tonight I'm in. Do you want to join?"

"Sure, no shopping tonight," Aaron laughed wholeheartedly. "But maybe you want to go to the gym?"

"To the gym? Since when do you lift?"

"I don't, but don't you want to put your muscles to the test, Steve?"

I hadn't thought of it really, but I certainly noticed that my strength and alertness were through the roof since yesterday. "Um I don't know. I don't really belong in the gym."

"Have you looked in the mirror dude? You could step on stage with your body."

"But I have no clue how to even lift! And I don't want this to get worse."

"Worse?" Aaron said, taken aback. "Dude, everyone wants a body like you, why are you acting like a victim?"

"Aaron!"

"Flex that arm!"

"Aaron, what the fuck?"

"Flex! Show me those guns!"

"Aaron, stop!"

"Biceps pose, c'mon. Now!"

Then, despite my unwillingness, my rose my thick arm up and solidified my biceps into a vascular ball of dense muscle mass. Fuck, my arm was seriously huge! And look at Aaron, his mouth was wide open and filled with pride in me.

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"Dude, check that out, your arm is absolutely shredded."

"It's so strange." I bounced the bicep up and then down with rhythm.

"Get used to it, I don't think your body is going to change anytime soon."

I gently placed my finger on my massive arm and followed the disgustingly thick vein down from my shoulder to my forearm. It felt pretty good, not going to lie.

 

"Chest out, head up. Let's go, Steve."

And there we were, stepping foot out of Aaron's hammy down Jeep and onto the school grounds. I got looks for sure as I walked alongside Aaron to the side entrance. Not so surprising to be perfectly honest.

 

I found my locker and stuffed my backpack into it forcefully. I hesitated for a moment, took out my bottle of mixed pills and stared at it briefly. I didn't take any but stuffed the bottle back into my backpack and left my locker without another thought.

"Steve? Is that -um- you?"

I turned around to greet Samuel. I blushed right away.

"Wow, I'm impressed!" You could see he was overwhelmed and didn't know which body part to focus on. It all looked so spectacular.

He lifted up his shirt to reveal his abs. They weren't all too bad, a 6-pack in good lighting or a 4-pack in the usual setting. "Check these babies out," he said, smacking his abs. "How about you? You on your way to a sixpack?"

I was a bit flustered. "Well, not really. I don't have a six pack." I didn't lie at least.

"Seriously? Let's see it."

5 minutes since school started and I've already got people asking me to flex. So much for subtle.

"Come on, show us what you got."

At this point it was becoming more and more difficult, as more bystanders were gathering around for the big reveal.

"All right, I'll show you what I got." I don't think I had much of a choice anymore.

Stop I lifted up my shirt in agreement and tightened my abs for good measure. I heard a number of gasps and moans of astonishment.

"The dude's peeled!"

"O M G, I don't think I've ever seen an eight pack before!"

"Can I feel it?"

And after a brief moment of fame, my shirt returned to its starting position. And before I could really process anything that had just occurred, I found myself sitting in the back of Mr. Aldrich's math lesson.

I was a bit bored today, even though I usually enjoyed math. I was a bit distracted I guess, and I kept getting strange pings in my stomach, like something was missing. I want really hungry yet, but I could definitely eat. But it just felt strange, I guess. It got worse and worse as the lecture continued, to the point where I had to excuse myself from class.

I hurried to the bathroom, feeling a bit confined in my gait, due to the sheer muscle mass in my legs. I washed my face and took a brief look in the mirror. I smiled as I bounced the mass in my chest, one after the other. Damn, that's pretty neat.

I kept the rhythm going and increased the amplitude. My shirt tightened briefly with each jumping movement of my chest.  I kept at it, enjoying the muscle dance egregiously.

"What are you doing?" I heard a voice approach behind me and see Li appear in the mirror.

Li was a jock himself, one of the best in school. He didn't have my level of muscle definition but he was a bit bigger and sported a six pack himself.

"Whatever it was, keep going!" He said.

"I'm sorry, I'm -"

"It's all good, I do the same shit when I go to the bathroom." He pulled up his sleeves and then raised both biceps into a double biceps pose right behind me.

"Wow," I cried, "you're strong." His biceps were perhaps slightly bigger than mine, but didn't have the insane vascularity mine had.

"What's wrong?" He asked me, as I motioned my head to my forehead in pain.

"Headaches... Cramps... I don't know what's going on." I tried to rush to the toilet, but Li held me back.

"Everything okay?"

My expression clearly said no. My clothing felt tight to the extreme. If I was right in my intuition, the fabric wouldn't hold much longer.

"Ooooohhhhhhhh" I moaned. I felt a jolt of pleasure rush through my body. I turned to look into the mirror and watch what I knew to be my next transformation.

Li stood directly behind me, watching in amazement as my lats started to flare to unknown extremes. My shoulders put on instant mass. My body felt heavier and denser. I twitched my pecs in unison and kept them flexed while I heard the fabric stretching to no return. I could see the chest fibres tighten into dense dried out mutant almonds. My upper chest was blue with cords of unfathomable vascularity. My nipples were on edge. 

I then looked down to see what was going down below my chest - tried to at least. My chest was starting to get in the way of my view. But the view I had was spectacular, as soon as my body busted through my shirt. 

"Oh my God!" I heard Li proclaim. He was already so free as to start exploring my growing muscles with his hands, cupping my massive boobs and grabbing at my shredded as fuck 8-pack. My pants managed not to burst but I could see nonetheless the absurd definition of my legs. And my third member was bigger and harder than I've ever seen it. I just couldn't help it anymore.

"You're a total muscle freak," Li said in admiration, as I outgrew him in every way. 

I would have blushed at his muscle worship if I wasn't extremely turned on by it.

"Thanks," I murmured.

"I want to lick your biceps clean!"

I don't know what came over me in that moment, but I didn't hold back. I struck a biceps pose and watched how my worshipper buried his face into my muscle. His warm tongue felt fantastic along my shredded arms. I flexed harder and harder until Li felt as if he were overpowered.

"What a muscle God!" He squealed.

 

 

 

 

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