Popular Post mmvmgo2011 Posted June 14, 2022 Popular Post Share Posted June 14, 2022 A short story I thought of as I was writing my other, slightly longer story, Vaccinated. Hope you enjoy. ———————————— THE BARBELL I was one of the first members to join this new gym. It opened just this week, around the corner from my house, which was awesome. My old gym was a 20 minute drive away and, honestly, I didn’t go nearly as often as I should have. I’ve always been a sucker for muscles. The bigger, the more vascular, the hornier I become. Ever since my first experience masturbating, muscle has turned me on. That first ever experience cumming was masturbating to a famous bodybuilder cum actor whose nickname may or may not rhyme with Barney in a movie title that may or may not rhyme with Bone-an. I’d imagined myself with those massive arms, the broad shoulders, the fucking hot X shape that the biggest bodybuilders get - V shaped upper bodies, tiny waists broadening to huge flared lats and shoulders, and ^ shaped lower bodies, tiny waists broadening out to massive, sweeping quads. Ever since that first point of no return, this weird, white, sticky stuff pumping from my dick, my mind cemented the connection between bodybuilders and muscle, arousal and sex. I had always wanted to emulate those monsters, my entire body like an erect cock, covered in veins and pumped, hard muscles, masses of testosterone making my dick hard and leaking pre 24/7. If I had a body like that, I could turn myself on and make myself cum at any time, a quick twist of the wrist, and my forearm belly would expand, striations and vascularity popping through the skin, a massive root system of veins branching down from my huge bicep. Unfortunately, I do not look like a bodybuilder. More like a twig. A tall sapling. Despite years of trying to eat and train like a bodybuilder, my body just refuses to put on any mass. But I persist, because I love the feel of lifting. The pump you sometimes get, the feeling of euphoria, the feeling of invincibility - there’s nothing quite like it. I’ve looked into steroids many times, but I live in a country bumpkin town - there are no sources anywhere near me, and I don’t trust ordering online. Who knows what they’ll give you? And, there’s the whole illegality thing - signposting your activity by providing an easy paper trail doesn’t seem like the smartest idea. So I train hard, eat right, and hope that one day, somehow, my body will explode with muscle and fulfil my fantasy. I entered the gym. It was deserted. It was not staffed, which reduced the membership dues, and because it was so new, I’m guessing it did not have many members on its roster. All membership sign ups, renewals and queries were done online. The wonders of technology. I went to the change rooms and changed into my workout gear. I warmed up on a treadmill and headed to the weight room. Everything was shiny and new - literally shiny. The scuffs and scrapes of well-worked gym equipment totally absent. Today was back day, so I went over to the barbell racks. It was all what the typical decently-equipped gym would have. A few bench press benches, some standalone benches, a rack of fixed dumbbells, a single squat rack (that could be annoying during busy periods), but then something caught my eye. In the far dimly-lit corner, sitting alone, isolated from all the other equipment, was a wall-mounted rack, with a single, unloaded Olympic barbell. Unlike the typical barbell, this one was jet black, with a completely matt finish. The black was so dark, it seemed to absorb all the light around it and, in fact, I noted it wasn’t that the lighting in this corner was any different to the rest of the gym, the bar was absorbing the light, making the corner dimmer than the rest of the gym. Odd. I ignored the strange bar, wondering what it was for. Must be some specialised equipment - I resolved to look it up online and see what it was used for, maybe I could expand my routine. I loaded up a standard bar to warm up weight for my first set of deadlifts. As I stepped up to the bar and prepared myself mentally, I thought I could hear someone whispering. I looked around - there was no-one here, the gym was still totally deserted. Must be hearing things, I thought. No, there it was again. Use the black bar. Who was saying that? I shrugged it off and prepared to lift. THE BLACK BAR. Whoa, that was… intense. I guess I should use the black barbell. I walked over to the corner and examined it more closely. Apart from the colour, it seemed to be a standard Olympic barbell, same size and shape, but it did have some odd markings engraved at the very ends of the bar before the sleeves. I did not know what language it was, but it looked like some sort of Arabic, or maybe Sanskrit script. I grabbed the bar to pick it up. A massive jolt of power ran through my arms and up into my brain, transporting my mind to another dimension. “PUNY HUMAN! You have found the key to my dimension, and the key to my freedom. If you will agree to free me, I will grant you any wish you desire. But, if you free me, I will wreak havoc and destruction the likes of which your dimension has never seen.” What the fuck? I must be dreaming. I willed myself to wake up. “PUNY HUMAN, you are not dreaming. I sense your desire. I can give you everything you seek, and more. All you have to do is agree to free me.” “I don’t believe you can do anything. If you’re so powerful, why don’t you free yourself.” I thought. He did NOT like that. “I WILL DESTROY YOU, YOU IMPUDENT GNAT! You dare to question my power?” “I do,” I thought, “If you’re as powerful as you say, you could make me into a mass monster, a vascular, jacked, pumped beast, easily able to add muscle mass almost at will.” A thin tendril of power snaked towards me. As it touched my workout shorts, the shorts disintegrated, followed quickly by my briefs. The tendril wrapped itself around my balls, an intense feeling of wellbeing and arousal growing my cock to full mast. The tendril wrapped itself around my shaft, from base to tip like an anaconda asphyxiating its prey, and entered through the meatus of my cock. I orgasmed, instantly, at the feeling of power flooding through me. The tendril burrowed down through my cock, and nestled into my balls. I was ready to explode, but I hadn’t experienced anything yet. As I watched, the tendril swelled with power, stretching my urethra and growing inside my balls, sending masses of power flooding through my body. The demon flicked a finger, and the tendril swelled with his limitless power. I screamed in pleasure and pain, my entire body rigid with the power, my balls swelling to four times their usual size, my cock tripling in size as the tendril’s power stretched it. Then, I felt it, it started in my traps, massive walls of muscle rose up to meet the bottom of my ears, my neck swelled with power, muscles flexing and writhing as they grew. My shoulders broadened, the deltoids forming a massive cap. He flicked his finger again, more energy, more power flooding through the tendril into my cock and balls to the rest of my body. I screamed in pleasure and pain. My arms swelled, the peaks of my biceps split, triceps rounding out my now huge arms, my forearms swelled to bigger than the average man’s quads. YEEEEEEES! MORE! “As you wish, human.” Not so puny any more. The power increased, muscles upon muscles packing onto my frame. As I came, the tendril absorbed my cum, feeding its power back into my body. UNNNNGGHH! MOOOOOORE! The demon flicked all five fingers, the tendril swelling massively, its diameter now nearly as big as my newly grown forearms. As the new power reached my cock, I screamed as it stretched my cock, the massive flow of power almost struggling to invade me, grow me, imbue me with its power. The pain was unbearable; the pleasure indescribable. My entire body reshaped itself to accommodate my new bulk, my new strength, my new power. My calves were bigger than my quads used to be. My quads swept out to inhuman proportions, massive veins covering every inch of muscle, my cock and balls pushed out obscenely as the quads continued growing. My abs formed massive cobblestone-like, prominent bricks so tall my fingers almost couldn’t reach the bottom of the canyons between them. My back writhed as mounds of muscle rose up. And, speaking of mounds, my pecs mounded up, fighting with each other and my arms for space. But I still wanted more. I wanted the demon’s power for myself. “Pitiful human, you can’t handle my power.” Oh no? Try me. “Very well, don’t say you weren’t warned.” A massive torrent of power surged through the – well, it wasn’t a tendril any more, it was a huge pipeline, pumping power from the demon, through my cock and into me. I grew as the power increased, every inch of my body covered in muscle, vascularity. I exuded power. And, now that I had the demon’s power, I had no further use for him. I severed the connection to the demon, and reverted my mind back to my now insanely powerful body back in the gym. I smiled as I grabbed my heavy package, my balls heaving with power, my arm a dense, muscular pillar of power, covered in a vast network of veins. I groan in pleasure, cumming at the sight of my own magnificence, at the feeling of my own muscles flexing, my own veins engorging. There was one last loose end to tie up - the bar. I didn’t want anyone else taking advantage of any residual powers the demon might still have. As I finished cumming, a tendril of power snaked out of my cock, wrapping itself around the entire length of the bar, crushing it and absorbing the remnants. As the tendril made its way back inside my cock, I thought of who I would grow first. 45 1 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
portamivia Posted June 14, 2022 Share Posted June 14, 2022 Right, because you were outputting too little, recently. Man! Where do you find the time?! 1 4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mmvmgo2011 Posted June 14, 2022 Author Share Posted June 14, 2022 1 minute ago, portamivia said: Right, because you were outputting too little, recently. Man! Where do you find the time?! Haha. I needed to take a little break from the other characters for a bit, and this was a nice, short little story that I bashed out in a few minutes It's much easier when you don't have 20 plot threads, and 12 characters you're tracking at any one time. LOL I had to step back and re-read a few times to make sure I had the right characters in the right place. The joys of writing 2 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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richard18 Posted June 14, 2022 Share Posted June 14, 2022 if this was real i wuld be nect for sure, but great story man 1 1 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Popular Post mmvmgo2011 Posted June 21, 2022 Author Popular Post Share Posted June 21, 2022 I hadn't planned on adding any further to this story, but you all twisted my arm PART TWO As I started walking out of the gym, I couldn’t help but ogle myself in the gym’s mirrors. My massive pecs blocked a direct view of my torso and my legs. Only my erect cock, sticking up at a 75 degree angle, was visible as the now massive mast between my legs extended over a foot, with a pair of orange-sized balls behind it. Normally, my balls would hang and not protrude forward, but my quads were now so big, there was nowhere for my balls to go but out. I couldn’t wait to put on a pair of tight jeans, imagining the massive bulge that my cock and balls would produce, that’s if I could get the jeans up over the sweep of my insane quads. I continued to carefully inspect my new body in the gym’s mirrors and I was, in a word, a fucking masterpiece. What’s that? That was three words? So what? Fuck off. You’re not focussing on the important part - my fucking erection of a body. As I made the tiniest of movements, muscles flexed and rippled across my body, the branching roots of veins covering every inch of my skin writhing and engorging as the muscles flex and pop underneath, individual muscle bellies standing up and out, completely separate from adjacent muscles. Just standing looking at myself, my dick was leaking masses of pre. Every now and then a glob of pre would pump through my dick and ooze out of the meatus, the thick liquid slowly dripping down to the ground, a long thin line of pre joining the tip of my dick to the droplet at the end, eventually breaking causing the line of pre to whip back to my cock. It was fucking HOT. I’d never really posed before. I had nothing to flex, nothing to show off, to engorge with blood, pump up and harden. Not any more. I groaned as I raised my arms into a classic front double biceps pose. If you’ve never tried posing before, it’s a lot harder than it looks. Not only is it physically taxing, as you’re flexing every muscle in your body as hard as you can and holding that, it also requires a lot of coordination and muscle control. As you crunch down your abs, you need to flare your lats, flex your quads, pronate your wrists and flex your forearm bellies. And, of course, concentrate on the biceps flex, bringing out the split in the muscle peak. There’s a lot to think about. A lot to coordinate. And, if you’re like me, that’s all while your brain is salivating and drooling over your orgasmic muscles, their size, their power, their vascularity, and your cock feels like it’s going to burst it’s so hard. I started small, focussing only on the biceps. As I flexed, the peaks rose up, hose-like veins running up and over the peak, branching off down into my forearms. I experimented with different angles and wrist positions until I found the one that highlighted the biceps the best, then moved on to consider the rest of my body. As I continued to flex, my forearms swelled, the network of veins feeding and expanding the pump. The harder I flexed, the bigger they swelled, fighting for space at my elbow. I flared my lats, great cobra hoods expanding and unfolding behind my arms, doubling my width, and deepening my pits. The large scoops of muscle merging into my pits, highlighting my serratus and obliques. I crunched down and flexed my abs, cobblestones popping up, feathering veins highlighting the muscles, my treasure trail leading down to my prodigious shaft. Finally, holding all of the above muscles flexed as hard as I could, I added in my quads, their massive sweep hardening into the four individual muscles, and the vastus medialis forming the diamond, the jewel in my flexed body’s crown. I was fucking hot. My cock continued leaking pre, as my own flexing continued to arouse me. I brought my arms down and forward, and crunched down into a most muscular pose, as my traps rose up, my pecs flexed, the individual muscles of my delts popping, my arousal came to a head. I sprayed the pristine mirrors of the gym with my cum, the orgasm longer, harder, more satisfying than I’d ever had before. I needed to share this feeling, share my body with someone who would worship my muscles, my vascularity, my cock, my power, masculinity. And I needed to grow them, so I could take my turn. I could feel the power within me, pulsing with my excitement, desperate to escape via my cock, work its magic, ready to reshape some lucky recipient into a muscle god like me. I knew just the man to transform, and I was going to enjoy his transformation almost as much as he was. 28 2 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
boardman Posted June 21, 2022 Share Posted June 21, 2022 Incredibly hot story 1 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LorianofLothric Posted June 21, 2022 Share Posted June 21, 2022 A very unexpected but pleasant surprise to see this hot one-off story expanded upon. Can’t wait to see who the stud transforms! 1 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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