muscle growth Coming into His Own - Chapter 9 - Final posted September 12

[ileburger]

It's getting hotter.  Great new chapter

[SilverDar]

Each chapter hotter than the last. 

[Newmassaddict]

Chapter 4

Chuck lumbered around the hardware store floor before it got too busy. He considered curling a couple of ride-on mowers or doing some calf raises using an entire row of shelves for resistance but he decided he didn’t want to cause too much chaos. It had been a few weeks but he was still thinking about showing his true mass and power to Dixon. Each morning he secretly hoped he’d stumble upon the big, sexy man in his store again but sadly, he had not.

It had been a very long time since Chuck had experienced a reaction like Dixon had to his herculean physique. When he seemed to freak out and run away, Chuck thought he had once again, gone too far. The more the replayed that day in his head, he become more convinced that Dixon was clearly turned on my his incredible size, he ran away for other reasons. Chuck just wished he could see him again and show him even more freaky size and power.

Seeing that the store was in order, Chuck decided to workout. He approached the chainlink fence that ran parallel to the rear of the hardware store. Unlocking the gate, he slipped inside and locked it behind him. To the untrained observer, it looked like a scrape yard full of discarded heavy machinery with a large warehouse off to the side. Chuck walked through the rubble of twisted metal and unlocked the huge sliding door of the warehouse. As his eyes adjusted to the dim light, his pulse quicken in anticipation. With as much grace as his 430lb body would allow, he stripped off his huge jacket and baggy sweat pants. Wearing nothing but skin-tight boxer briefs he approached the rack of dumbbells that started at 70lbs.

Chuck gripped the 100lb set of weights and started to crank out lightening fast reps. His massive biceps impeded his range of motion but that did not stop the immediate pump he was feeling. He lost count of the reps and eventually dropped the weights and moved on to the 130lb set. With barely a grunt, he started to pound out reps. By the end, he was starting to feel the all too familiar burn in his biceps and forearms. He glanced down and felt his cock twitch at the site. Cable-thick cords of muscle and a twisted network of veins filled his field of vision. Chuck could tell his 27” arms were swelling close to their previous max of 30” but today he planed on surpassing that. He tossed the dumbbells aside and reached for the 220lb weights. 

“OH YEAH! TIME TO GROW!” Chuck grunted as he slowly started to move the weights. Pain radiated up his arms as he felt them swell larger. Without looking, he could feel the space between his forearms and biceps getting smaller. After 30 reps, Chuck was breathing hard and sweat was dripping from his forehead. His pace slowed as his arms started to tremble. He closed his eyes, raised his head and started to growl like a rabid animal.

“NO! Not big enough yet!” he screamed.

His right arm faltered for a moment before Chuck felt a surge of power throughout his entire body. The weight started to move at twice its speed. At 35 reps, Chuck was screaming continuously. He hit 40 reps and let the weights slam to the floor. He stepped over the discarded metal and turned to face his reflection in the mirror.

“FUCK YEAH!” He screamed as he raised his arms into a double bicep pose. The mountainous peaks of his biceps exploded in size. Each grotesque mound of flesh, muscle and veins rose well above his head and shoulders. There was no visible gap between his forearms and biceps except for a few inches near his wrist. With a grin, he twisted his  right hand and let his fingers graze the top of his bicep peak.

“Not maxed out yet.” He said and moved to the far side of the room. He stopped in front of the smith machine already loaded with three 45lb plates on each side. He gripped the thick bar and hoisted the loaded 315lb off the rack. With machine-like precision, he started to curl the massive weight. He curled the bar until it was level with his forehead before lowering it. He repeated this motion 15 times before racking the bar.

“Too fucking light.” He said and grabbed a pile of industrial chains that lay nearby. He draped the heavy chains on each side the bar. With an additional 100lbs added to the bar, he lifted it off the rack again.

He let out a tortured scream and started to curl the huge weight. the chains slammed against the metal plates and concrete floor, filling the room with ear-splitting noise.

After 20 more reps, Chuck had tears streaming down his face but he refused to stop. He gritted his teeth and continued to curl the bar. When he reached 30 reps, he held it at the top of the rep and stopped moving it. His whole body shook violently for a full minute before letting the bar fall to the ground.

Chuck bend down and picked up one of the 8ft long lengths of chain. He wrapped it around his right arm with considerable effort, turned to face his reflection and raised his arm so it was parallel to the floor. The thick chain completely covered his bicep and most of his forearm. With a slow, calculating movement, Chuck started to flex. When his arm reached 35 degrees it stopped due to the massive links of chain. Chuck stared stone-faced at his reflation and started to flex his arm harder. The links of the chains rattled as his trembling arm started to move.

“Stronger than this puny metal!” Chuck said.

For over a minute Chuck’s arm didn’t move until suddenly the screech of metal started to fill the room as the chain started to break. With a loud moan, Chuck applied more pressure and the tearing metal sound grew louder. With one final grunt, the chain snapped in half and fell to the floor at Chuck’s feet.

“FUCK YEAH!” Chuck screamed.

He gazed at his reflection in the mirror and knew instantly that his arms were already pumped well over 30”. 

“Good warm up. Now for some real punishment.” Chuck mumbled and walked towards the front door and into the scrap yard. His cock was leaking gobs of pre-cum as he spotted an old Dodge pickup truck about 30 feet way.

Chuck was salivating as he ran his hand over the cold metal. He stood on the side, bend down and gripped the under carriage. With a low growl, he started to lift. The old truck squeaked and moaned as it started to rise. He turned his head and marvelled at his already pumped arms becoming bigger and more defined. With a mighty roar he hoisted the truck so its bottom was level with his waist. adjusting his hands, Chuck started to press the heavy mass of metal.

“FUCK YEAH! So much power!” He screamed and with one violent trust, tipped the vehicle onto its side. It rocked back and forth a few times as the metal chassis groaned and creaked.

Chuck lowered his massive shoulder and rammed the truck, causing it to crash onto its top. The last remaining window shattered and a cloud of dust rose from the ground.

“Time to lift.” Chuck muttered and moved to the back of the overturned truck. He reached in and gripped the massive rear axel. With a few savage tugs, the whole mechanism was freed. Adjusting his grip, fierce determined washed over Chuck’s face as he tried to curl the massive hunk of metal. For the first few seconds nothing happened until suddenly, the ground seemed to shake as Chuck’s whole body started to shake. He let out a bone-chilling scream and started to curl. His arms visibly swelled until the easily dwarfed his head. Thick, violent cords of veins pulsed with raw power as he reached the top of the rep. With little rest the huge weight was lowered with complete control. At the bottom of the rep, Chuck’s entire body took on the form of something entirely inhuman. His pecs swelled, his shoulders separated into countless striations, his waist flex so hard it resembled a brick wall. His quads looked like roman columns covered in translucent skin and while his feet were spread wide, his claves pressed against each other until barely any light could shine through.

The huge truck axel move like it was a broom handle. The speed was so fast, the attached tires were spinning. Chunks of rusted metal fell to ground around his feet as his whole body pulsed with power, every muscle burned from excursion. Chuck didn’t have to see his reflection to know how monstrous he looked. After several more reps, his rock-hard cock burst from his shorts and cum started to spray 6ft in front of him. He managed four more reps before dropping the weight and stumbling backwards and falling on the ground. As Chuck moaned on the ground he jerked his still-hard cock until more ropes of hot cum splashed over his outrageously pumped body. As the last of his huge load came out, Chuck lifted his left arm and flexed it. It obscured his field of vision completely making him lick his lips.

“No one has arms this fucking huge.” he said as he struggled to his feet and headed back into the warehouse to shower and change before it was time for his next meal.

[boardman]

1 hour ago, Newmassaddict said:

Chapter 4

Chuck lumbered around the hardware store floor before it got too busy. He considered curling a couple of ride-on mowers or doing some calf raises using an entire row of shelves for resistance but he decided he didn’t want to cause too much chaos. It had been a few weeks but he was still thinking about showing his true mass and power to Dixon. Each morning he secretly hoped he’d stumble upon the big, sexy man in his store again but sadly, he had not.

It had been a very long time since Chuck had experienced a reaction like Dixon had to his herculean physique. When he seemed to freak out and run away, Chuck thought he had once again, gone too far. The more the replayed that day in his head, he become more convinced that Dixon was clearly turned on my his incredible size, he ran away for other reasons. Chuck just wished he could see him again and show him even more freaky size and power.

Seeing that the store was in order, Chuck decided to workout. He approached the chainlink fence that ran parallel to the rear of the hardware store. Unlocking the gate, he slipped inside and locked it behind him. To the untrained observer, it looked like a scrape yard full of discarded heavy machinery with a large warehouse off to the side. Chuck walked through the rubble of twisted metal and unlocked the huge sliding door of the warehouse. As his eyes adjusted to the dim light, his pulse quicken in anticipation. With as much grace as his 430lb body would allow, he stripped off his huge jacket and baggy sweat pants. Wearing nothing but skin-tight boxer briefs he approached the rack of dumbbells that started at 70lbs.

Chuck gripped the 100lb set of weights and started to crank out lightening fast reps. His massive biceps impeded his range of motion but that did not stop the immediate pump he was feeling. He lost count of the reps and eventually dropped the weights and moved on to the 130lb set. With barely a grunt, he started to pound out reps. By the end, he was starting to feel the all too familiar burn in his biceps and forearms. He glanced down and felt his cock twitch at the site. Cable-thick cords of muscle and a twisted network of veins filled his field of vision. Chuck could tell his 27” arms were swelling close to their previous max of 30” but today he planed on surpassing that. He tossed the dumbbells aside and reached for the 220lb weights. 

“OH YEAH! TIME TO GROW!” Chuck grunted as he slowly started to move the weights. Pain radiated up his arms as he felt them swell larger. Without looking, he could feel the space between his forearms and biceps getting smaller. After 30 reps, Chuck was breathing hard and sweat was dripping from his forehead. His pace slowed as his arms started to tremble. He closed his eyes, raised his head and started to growl like a rabid animal.

“NO! Not big enough yet!” he screamed.

His right arm faltered for a moment before Chuck felt a surge of power throughout his entire body. The weight started to move at twice its speed. At 35 reps, Chuck was screaming continuously. He hit 40 reps and let the weights slam to the floor. He stepped over the discarded metal and turned to face his reflection in the mirror.

“FUCK YEAH!” He screamed as he raised his arms into a double bicep pose. The mountainous peaks of his biceps exploded in size. Each grotesque mound of flesh, muscle and veins rose well above his head and shoulders. There was no visible gap between his forearms and biceps except for a few inches near his wrist. With a grin, he twisted his  right hand and let his fingers graze the top of his bicep peak.

“Not maxed out yet.” He said and moved to the far side of the room. He stopped in front of the smith machine already loaded with three 45lb plates on each side. He gripped the thick bar and hoisted the loaded 315lb off the rack. With machine-like precision, he started to curl the massive weight. He curled the bar until it was level with his forehead before lowering it. He repeated this motion 15 times before racking the bar.

“Too fucking light.” He said and grabbed a pile of industrial chains that lay nearby. He draped the heavy chains on each side the bar. With an additional 100lbs added to the bar, he lifted it off the rack again.

He let out a tortured scream and started to curl the huge weight. the chains slammed against the metal plates and concrete floor, filling the room with ear-splitting noise.

After 20 more reps, Chuck had tears streaming down his face but he refused to stop. He gritted his teeth and continued to curl the bar. When he reached 30 reps, he held it at the top of the rep and stopped moving it. His whole body shook violently for a full minute before letting the bar fall to the ground.

Chuck bend down and picked up one of the 8ft long lengths of chain. He wrapped it around his right arm with considerable effort, turned to face his reflection and raised his arm so it was parallel to the floor. The thick chain completely covered his bicep and most of his forearm. With a slow, calculating movement, Chuck started to flex. When his arm reached 35 degrees it stopped due to the massive links of chain. Chuck stared stone-faced at his reflation and started to flex his arm harder. The links of the chains rattled as his trembling arm started to move.

“Stronger than this puny metal!” Chuck said.

For over a minute Chuck’s arm didn’t move until suddenly the screech of metal started to fill the room as the chain started to break. With a loud moan, Chuck applied more pressure and the tearing metal sound grew louder. With one final grunt, the chain snapped in half and fell to the floor at Chuck’s feet.

“FUCK YEAH!” Chuck screamed.

He gazed at his reflection in the mirror and knew instantly that his arms were already pumped well over 30”. 

“Good warm up. Now for some real punishment.” Chuck mumbled and walked towards the front door and into the scrap yard. His cock was leaking gobs of pre-cum as he spotted an old Dodge pickup truck about 30 feet way.

Chuck was salivating as he ran his hand over the cold metal. He stood on the side, bend down and gripped the under carriage. With a low growl, he started to lift. The old truck squeaked and moaned as it started to rise. He turned his head and marvelled at his already pumped arms becoming bigger and more defined. With a mighty roar he hoisted the truck so its bottom was level with his waist. adjusting his hands, Chuck started to press the heavy mass of metal.

“FUCK YEAH! So much power!” He screamed and with one violent trust, tipped the vehicle onto its side. It rocked back and forth a few times as the metal chassis groaned and creaked.

Chuck lowered his massive shoulder and rammed the truck, causing it to crash onto its top. The last remaining window shattered and a cloud of dust rose from the ground.

“Time to lift.” Chuck muttered and moved to the back of the overturned truck. He reached in and gripped the massive rear axel. With a few savage tugs, the whole mechanism was freed. Adjusting his grip, fierce determined washed over Chuck’s face as he tried to curl the massive hunk of metal. For the first few seconds nothing happened until suddenly, the ground seemed to shake as Chuck’s whole body started to shake. He let out a bone-chilling scream and started to curl. His arms visibly swelled until the easily dwarfed his head. Thick, violent cords of veins pulsed with raw power as he reached the top of the rep. With little rest the huge weight was lowered with complete control. At the bottom of the rep, Chuck’s entire body took on the form of something entirely inhuman. His pecs swelled, his shoulders separated into countless striations, his waist flex so hard it resembled a brick wall. His quads looked like roman columns covered in translucent skin and while his feet were spread wide, his claves pressed against each other until barely any light could shine through.

The huge truck axel move like it was a broom handle. The speed was so fast, the attached tires were spinning. Chunks of rusted metal fell to ground around his feet as his whole body pulsed with power, every muscle burned from excursion. Chuck didn’t have to see his reflection to know how monstrous he looked. After several more reps, his rock-hard cock burst from his shorts and cum started to spray 6ft in front of him. He managed four more reps before dropping the weight and stumbling backwards and falling on the ground. As Chuck moaned on the ground he jerked his still-hard cock until more ropes of hot cum splashed over his outrageously pumped body. As the last of his huge load came out, Chuck lifted his left arm and flexed it. It obscured his field of vision completely making him lick his lips.

“No one has arms this fucking huge.” he said as he struggled to his feet and headed back into the warehouse to shower and change before it was time for his next meal.

Hot as hell 

[arpeejay]

Grow, Chuck, GROW!

[Ro20316]

A change in the POV is most welcome. Chuck is truñlly  a beast and has grown since the encounetr with Dixon. I cant wait for them to meet again.  I have a question tho how is that Peter hasnt seen Chuck yet. He says Dixon is the biggest he knows when Chuck is up on the hardware store and with such big size he must be pretty well known in the town...

[AddictedtoMuscle]

wishful thinking but a cameo from mark and co would be fun! haha

[Newmassaddict]

Chapter 5

Dixon climbed out of bed still questioning whether he should have let Peter spend the night three days ago. They fucked three times after installing the new mirror but Dixon decided for solitude, he was still not ready to share his secluded cabin with anyone. He stood on the scale and tugged his hard cock as the number crept closer to 300lbs.

“291lbs” he read aloud as he ran his callused hand over his etched, ripped abs. He scoured his closet for any clothing that would fit over his growing mass and headed out to buy more supplies to keep the gains coming. Fortunately, it was a chilly fall morning so an oversized hoodie did the trick. Dixon jumped in his Jeep and headed in to town.

Dixon loaded the countless bags of food in the parking lot of the grocery store. He left his Jeep there and walked three blocks to a clothing store that just opened up on the main drag of town. The bell chimed at the front door as he entered, causing the only staff member to appear from the back room. Dixon nodded at the young kid and started to look around the store.

“Good morning. Anything I can help you with?” The employee said from the other side of the store.

“Just looking. Thanks” Dixon said as he picked through a rack of t-shirts. He pulled a blue, XL t-shirt from the rack and held it up.

“Do you have anything bigger?” He asked.

The young kid approached. Dixon guessed he was no more than 19 years old. He was about Dixon’s height but easily weighed 150 lbs less. Dixon handed the t-shirt to him.

“Bigger than XL? I’m not sure. These tend to fit pretty large.” He said, looked over Dixon’s imposing frame that was hidden under his bulky sweater.

“Ok. I can try it on I guess.” Dixon replied and headed towards the marked change rooms near the back of the store.

After a minute, the employee asked how Dixon was making out.

“Uh, not great.”

“Oh, is the waist too tight around your stomach?” He asked.

“Not quite,” Dixon said and stepped out of the dressing room.

The kid gasped in shock. The XL t-shirt stretched across Dixon’s upper body like a second skin, with the exception of the waist, which hung loose.

“Wow! Y-y-you are h-h-huge!”

“Thanks, that’s the problem. I can’t get this shirt off.” Dixon said and flared his lats hoping the seams didn’t burst.

“I’m sorry, with your sweater on, I assumed you were heavy.”

“I am, but in a different way.” Dixon said.

“H-h-how can I help?”

Dixon leaned forward and raised his arms, “can you pull it off?”

The kid hesitated and placed his hands near the bottom of the shirt. As Dixon’s smooth, ripped body started to be revealed, the kid stifled another gasp. When the shirt reached Dixon’s lats, the shirt stopped, even after a few tugs of the fabric.

“Uh…” the employee said.

Dixon stood up, showing his exposed abs which caused the kid to cover his mouth. Dixon grabbed the front of the shirt and with one fluid motion, ripped it from his body like it was tissue paper.

“Holy Shit!” 

Dixon flared his lats and bounced his pecs a few time as the kid stumbled back and slammed into the wall.

“That feels better. I’ll pay for the shirt.”

“Oh my god!” Was all the kid could manage.

Dixon smiled and without grabbing his hoodie, walked back towards the racks of clothes shirtless. He managed to find a few t-shirts that fit and eventually left on a tight tank top. He looked around the store for the kid so he could pay for the items but he was no where to be seen. Dixon walked towards the back room and stopped when he heard low whimpers. He stepped around the corner and found the kid feverishly jerking his cock. The kid looked up with a look of horror on his face.

Dixon smiled and stepped closer. He raised his left arm and flexed his massive bicep in the kid’s face.

“You jerking to all this muscle?” 

The poor kid didn’t know how to respond, he just stood and stared in awe.

“It’s ok man, I bet you’ve never seen muscle this big. Go on, feel it.”

He reached up with a trembling hand and as he placed it on Dixon’s bicep, his whole body convulsed. He moved his small hand over the rock-hard peak while he jerked his dick with his other hand. Seconds later, he was spraying cum all over the wall. Dixon lowered his arm and walked out of the store room.

“I’ll be at the counter when you’re cleaned up.”

The kid couldn’t make eye contact with Dixon as he hastily ran up the order. Dixon left the tank top on and walked towards the front door but not before stopping, placing his fists at his sides and spearing his lats into an unforgettable back lat spread that sent the kid running back into the storeroom. Dixon’s chuckled and walked into the street, enjoying the cool fall air on his skin.

Walking down the street, Dixon couldn’t help noticing people looking in his direction, both men and women. Catching his reflection in a store window he frankly couldn’t blame them, his growing body was getting hard to miss. Dixon caught the eye of a beefy man walking across the street. He was carrying a gym bag and turned down a nearby alley. As Dixon approached he looked down the alley to see an old sign hanging over a huge metal door that read “Hank’s Warehouse”. Dixon got excited hoping Peter was inside as he opened the door.

The gym definitely lived up to the name warehouse. It was a rather big empty space filled with lots of old weightlifting equipment. Along with the blaring rock music, there was the banging of various weight. Scanning the room, Dixon saw that there weren’t many people working out. He approached the front desk and stood looking down at the young kid manning the desk, who was too engrossed in his phone to notice Dixon.

Clearing his throat finally got the kid’s attention.

“Sorry! Hey! Can I help you?” The kid asked while roaming over Dixon’s shoulders, arms and chest.

“Yeah, you mind if I look around?”

“Sure. You look like you know what you’re doing. If you want to talk about getting a membership, just let me know.” The kid said while starting at the thick veins running up Dixon’s arms.

Dixon started to moved around the space. He was right about the equipment, it was pretty old. The more he moved around, he also took note of how cramped it was, especially compared to his spacious private gym in his converted barn. The few members that were working out, looked up at Dixon’s massive body approached. He noticed the man from the street who was setting up the bench press with two 45lb weights per side. Puny amount thought Dixon. 

As Dixon moved deeper into the gym, he saw one of the squat racks loaded with 6 45lb plates per side. 585 was a respectable weight. Dixon scanned the room again not seeing anyone who looked like they could squat with that much weight. It was at that moment he heard someone panting nearby. He looked down and saw a person sprawled on the floor. They were wearing a long-sleeve shirt and shorts. From the size of the person’s legs, Dixon knew he found the person using the squat rack.

“Need a hand?” Dixon asked.

The person extended their hand and as Dixon helped them to their feet, he got a better look. Standing shorter than Dixon’s 5’10”, the guy was damn wide. As he found his footing, Dixon noticed how unbelievably good looking he was, dark skin, buzzed brown hair and sparkling blue eyes.

“Thanks. That last set really kicked my ass.” He said looking up at Dixon.

“Pretty impressive weight.” Dixon said.

“Ok I guess, for now.”

Dixon couldn’t help but smile. He knew how much his own lack of limits fuelled his workouts and hearing someone else share that same desire was instantly intoxicating.

“Name’s Dixon.”

“Scott”

Dixon looked down at Scott’s exposed legs and now that his was standing, they looked even more impressive. The width of each quad was rare even among most professional bodybuilders. While they were not covered in veins, those that were visible were thick. Dixon looked up to find Scott looking at his arms and shoulders.

“Incredible quads Scott.” Dixon said.

“Thanks, you got a pretty freaky set of arms and shoulders Dixon.”

Dixon couldn’t help but smile and twist his left forearm, causing muscles to ripple all the way up his arm.

Scott rotated his left quad and with the slightest flex, deep separations appeared and each massive muscle group was clearly displayed.

“You working out?” Scott asked.

“No, I’ve heard of this place so figured I’d check it out. Seems pretty old.”

“Yeah, it’s not the best but sadly the only option in this area.” Scott said.

Scott waddled to a stack of weights and grabbed two 45lbs plates off the rack.

“Wanna spot me on this next set?”

“Sure.” Dixon said and reached out for one of the plates in Scott’s hand. Before he could reach it, Scott placed both plates on one side of the bar.

“765!?” Dixon said as he realized Scott was adding four more plates to the bar.

“Yup. Gotta grow these twigs.” Scott said and began positioning himself under the bar. Dixon hesitated for a moment and moved so he was standing behind Scott. He immediately realized how similar their widths were. When positioned, Scott grunted and powered the bar off the rack. Each end sagged under the imposing weight. Dixon stepped closed and as he wrapped his arms around Scott for support he couldn’t help but gasp. Slabs of thick, rick-hard beef surrounded his own huge arms. 

“These quads are my smallest body part.” Scott said has he started to lower the weight. His already massive quads exploded with power as the weight remained completely under his control. When his ass was inches from the floor, Scott started to press the weight back up, causing waves of muscles to flex in his upper body and around Dixon’s arms.

“Fuck yeah. Power that bar up Scott.” Dixon encouraged while trying to maintain his composure. He was still trying to comprehend how huge Scott’s body felt under the over-sized sweater.

Scott let out a low grunt when he reached the top of the rep. With no hesitation, he started to lower the bar back down. At the top of the third rep he stopped moving.

“I got this now.” He said. Dixon stepped back and starred in awe as Scott started to speed up his rhythm. He cranked out 6 more reps without slowing down at all. Dixon starred dumbfounded at Scott’s titanic quads and calves. When he reached 10 reps, Scott stopped again but didn’t rack the weight, instead, he started to perform calf raises. Dixon looked down and marvelled at the incredible size and definition. Each muscle pulsed with power and expanded to what had to be over 20” around. After 30 reps, Scott finally racked the weight and stepped out of the smith machine. He stood staring at his reflection and pulled is sweater over his head. Now clad in only his tight shorts he stood with his hands on his hips and started to flex his quads and calves.

Dixon could not help but moan at the sight. Scott was massive! He was right, while his quads were easily over 30”, his upper body was even more outrageously developed. He wasn’t super ripped but every muscle group was clearly defined. His lats flared without flexing them, his arms and shouldered exploded from his frame at dramatic angles. In the mirrors reflection, Dixon could see Scott’s thick pecs bouncing and twitching with each flex. From behind, Dixon was rendered speechless by Scott’s hamstrings and claves. Thick, twisted cords of muscle pressed agains his smooth skin as he flexed over and over, seeming unaware that Dixon was standing so close. Eventually he relaxed and turned to face Dixon.

“Wow! You are fucking jacked Scott!” Dixon said with a dry mouth.

“5’8”, 272lbs right now, not enough though. I need to get to your size soon. What do you weigh?”

“291lbs at 5’10”.

“Nice. At my heigh we are pretty close then, maybe I need to get even bigger.” Scott replied as he unconsciously bounced his pecs and flared his outstanding lats.

Dixon stepped closer and whispered “Fuck yeah, get a lot bigger. That’s my plan too.”

Scott looked into Dixon’s eyes and smiled as he realized they both shared the same obsession.

“How many?” Scott asked.

“How many what?” Dixon responded.

“How many more reps do you want me to do?”

Dixon looked at the bar loaded with 765lbs and back at Scott’s blue eyes. As if sensing the type of challenge Scott was hoping for he said, “30 reps.”

Scott licked his lips and moved under the bar again. With his sweater now off, his back exploded as he positioned his body. Dixon stepped behind and both men starred at each other in the mirror. Scott winked and lifted the bar off the rack. As Dixon felt Scott’s muscles bulge in every direction, he couldn’t stop his cock from getting hard. Scott started to drive the bar up and down like a piston each rep causing him to swell bigger and bigger. At 10 reps, sweat was pooling on the ground, at 15 he started to emit a low growl, at 20 reps, the veins on his forehead and neck pulsed from the effort. At 25 reps, his pace finally slowed but he didn’t stop.

“5 more, show me how much of a freak you are” Dixon whispered in Scott’s ear.

Scott paused at the top of the 26th rep and let out a primal roar as he started to descend again. He didn’t stop roaring as the massive weight moved up again. He managed a 27th rep before stopping again at the top of the rep.

“Step back.” he sputtered through gritted teeth.

Dixon took a step back and now had a prefect view of Scott’s hulking form. His already huge quads had been pumped to dwarf their former huge size. His calves visibly pulsed with power but it was Scott’s glutes that made Dixon’s heart skip a beat. Each perfectly formed globes of muscle tumbled and deep striations could be seen through the fabric of his shorts. Scott let out one more scream that stopped every other member in their tracks as he lowered the weight for the 29th time. He drove the bar back up and started to lower it again so fast, Dixon was worried he had lost control but when his ass was only a few inches off the floor the bar came to a stop. Scott raised his head and starred towards the ceiling as if summoning his final reserve of power. He drove the weight back up and literally tossed it onto the rack, causing a few weights to fall off and crash to the floor. He stumbled out of the smith machine and would have collapsed on the floor if it was not for Dixon standing so close. Wrapped in his waiting arms, Scott felt Dixon’s hard muscles and even harder cock. He looked up and smiled as his hands roamed over Dixon’s striated arms.

“That was fucking unreal.” Dixon said, noting he was not the only one with a hard-on.

“Only the beginning.” Scott replied.

Dixon couldn’t resist and as he moved towards Scott’s waiting lips he heard a noise close by. He turned his head to see Peter standing a few feet away.

“Dixon?” Peter said.

Dixon stepped away from Scott and turned to Peter who had a look of shock on his face.

“Do you know Scott? Scott, this is Peter.” Dixon said ignoring that Peter was just about to see the two huge men kiss in the middle of gym. Peter looked past Dixon at Scott’s hulking body.

“N-n-not really, I’ve seen you working out before.”

“Same, nice to meet you. How do you two know each other?” Scott asked stopping closer to Dixon.

Peter looked at the two hugely muscled men. He 245lb frame suddenly feeling inadequate in their presence.

“Peter and I met a few weeks ago. I needed some repairs done at my place.” Dixon said. “Getting ready to start your workout?”

“Y-y-yeah. Are you working out here now?” Peter asked, still trying to figure out what was going on between Dixon and Scott.

“No. I was walking by and figured I’d check the place out. I was just spotting Scott on a few sets of squats.”

“Not that I needed it.” Scott said as he shook his pumped quads, causing the relaxed muscles to swing back and forth before flexing them, causing each muscle to solidify with tremendous clarity.

Peter swallowed and stared wide-eyed at the sight.

“You’re looking thick Peter,” Dixon said stepping closer and placing a hand on Peter’s round pec, “what are you working today?”

Peter looked at Dixon and mumbled, “arms.”

“Nice. It was good to see you but I need to grab something to eat. Do you know a place nearby?”

“Reggies Diner down the street is good.” Scott replied before Peter could answer.

“Thanks,” Dixon said and leaned in closer to Peter and whispered “you look fucking hot. We should get together soon.”

Peter could only nod.

“I’m done here too, maybe I’ll join you for a bite.” Scott said as he picked up his discarded sweater.

“That would be great.” Dixon said.

“Cool, give me 5 minutes to change.” Scott said as he walked towards the locker room, leaving Dixon and Peter along.

Dixon could sense Peter’s confusion. “Sorry about that, you caught us during a pretty intense exchange.”

“Yeah it looked really intense, like you were about to start making out right here.” Peter said as he grabbed the set of 40lb barbells and started to do curls.

“Hey, are you upset or something?” Dixon said.

“No fucking way! We hooked up a few times, it’s not like we’re seeing each other or anything.”

“That’s true. But why do I get the feeling you are in fact, pissed off?” Dixon asked.

“I’m not!” Peter said as he increased the speed of his curls.

“Ok. Besides, did you see the size of that guy? Like I could resist all that mass.”

Peter replaced the weights and picked up the 50lbs and started to curl them. “Yeah, he’s pretty huge.” Peter said, trying to act nonchalant.

Dixon saw Scott exit the locker room and head towards the front door.

“Ok, I need to take off. I was serious though, we should get together again soon. Maybe even get a workout in at my place. And I wasn’t kidding, you are looking really good.”

“Yeah, we should and thanks” Peter said and continued to curl the weights.

Dixon hesitated for a moment before turning and following Scott into the street.
 

[debate1]

I think Peter or Scott need to train with Dixon and see where they go. But also really would love to see the original characters that lifted with Mark to come back huge

[Ro20316]

Ohhhh Another face joins the group and Scott is a force too.

Peter got jealous but He and Dixon werent a thing.

I can see the four working out at Dixon's once Chuck joins the group cause im sure he will be joining them