Don't Push Me - Chapter 11 added March 21

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Don't Push Me

Chapter One
The weights rattled loudly as I strained with all my might to lift the bar and as it slammed against the rack, I collapsed back onto the bench. My chest was on fire, pain ripped through every muscle. I was panting like a rabid dog and sweat stung my eyes.

“Are you ok?” I heard Pete ask from nearby.

I slowly raised my trembling right hand and placed it on my swollen, boated pecs. I shuddered as the dense muscles twitched involuntarily. I could feel the individual striations dance and flex. I bit my lip to contain a moan and just mumbled confirmation to Pete that I was fine. After a minute of recovery, I slowly sat up on the bench and immediately made eye contact with my reflection in the nearby mirror. I placed both hands on my hips and slowly squeezed my pecs. Pain contorted my face as I watched waves of muscle tense under my now skin-tight t-shirt. My shoulders swelled, pulling the sleeves of my shirt higher, showing my equally pumped arms.

“Damn Sam, you look buff.” Pete said with a look of lust and awe on his face.

“Not enough.” I grunted. 

“I know, I know, never enough.” Pete said having heard me say the same thing a thousand times. “Well, you look huge to me, what do you weigh now?”

“190 pounds.” I said, never breaking eye contact with the mirror. Every minuscule movement caused new, deeper cuts to appear on my pumped pecs. New veins emerged on my neck as my shirt collar felt tighter.

“Damn. And here I am, still trying to get past 150 pounds.” Pete said.

I glanced over my shoulder to look at Pete. We had been dating and lifting together for six months. In that time, he had gained 10 pounds of solid muscle on his skinny body. He was my height, 5’10” and the same age, 24. I had to admit, I liked his tight, ripped body but as I returned my gaze to the mirror, our similarities quickly dissolved. When we met, I was barely 160 pounds. In the last six months, through hours of brutal workouts, countless meals and multiple injections of steroids, I barely recognized myself. I could feel the pain in my pecs lessen slightly as I tore myself away from the mirror and moved to a free bench near the rack of dumbbells. I lifted the seat and grabbed two 60 pound weights off the rack. Without hesitation, I started to quickly crank out reps, pausing at the top of each one to really force my pecs to work hard. I wasn’t even counting and eventually, let the weights fall to to the floor.

As I rose from the bench, Pete was waiting with a pair of 30 pound weights. His pace was slower but his form was perfect. As he cranked out his reps, my eyes turned back towards the mirror. There was a dark shadow across the front of my t-shirt where my pumped pecs grew larger with each rep. I knew to most people, I was a sight to behold, young, handsome and bigger than most. To me however, the sight was a disappointment. I was nowhere near as big as I wanted to be. I glanced towards the end of the weight rack and locked onto the 130 pound set of dumbbells. I imagined the day I would perform 100 reps with those huge weights.

“S-S-Sam!” Pete’s voice brought me back to reality. I looked down to see him struggling with the weights. I quickly bend down and placed my hands on his elbows, allowing him to finish his rep.

He stood up and placed a hand on his hard, left pec. “That was intense.”

“Good set.” I said as I hoisted the 70 pound wights. “Four more sets and then cables.”

“Fuck, you are really pushing us today aren’t you.?” Pete said.

“Yup.” I mumbled as the weights rose. As I pressed the weights, my mind returned to the thought of me lifting the 130 pounds weights for an hour straight. I lost count of the reps again as I fantasized about just how intense I knew my workouts would become someday. I smiled as I imagined how Pete would handle those future workouts.

Later that night, after my third helping of chicken and rice, I was relaxing on the sofa, scrolling through countless posts of huge, ripped, roid-fuelled bodybuilders.

Pete came to sit beside me and glanced at the screen. “Ugh, that guy is way too big.”

I stopped scrolling and stared at the image. It was true, he was massive. The image was him standing in the gym, two huge dumbbells in each hand. His forearms and biceps barely looked like two separate body parts. Thick, snake-like veins covered every inch of flesh. He was only wearing tight shorts so his massive upper body swelled in every direction. Each pec looked like an inflated pumpkin, while his abs appeared to be etched from stone.

“You think?” I asked nonchalantly and continued to scroll.

“Come on! You have to admit, being that big can’t be healthy, not to mention, completely impractical. I mean, how does he even find clothes that fit?”

I stopped at another image. It was of the current Mr. Olympia. It was taken at the height of his off-season, when he wasn’t super ripped. The caption read /317 pounds/. I couldn’t resist letting out a moan.

Pete turned to look at me. “You like that?”

“FUCK YEAH I like that. Look at him! He’s a total freak. I’d kill to have his mass.”

Pete started to laugh, clearly not taking me seriously. “Sure, good luck walking at that size.” He said a got up from the sofa.

“Grab me a shake?” I said.

“You just ate three huge plates of food?”

“I’m still hungry.” I said with a smile I knew Pete could not resist. As he shook his head and walked away, my attention returned to the image on my phone. I zoomed in so each massive body part could be inspected closely. I moved to the right shoulder and moaned again at its shear mass and density. As I moved my finger the mountainous trap came into view and rose comically towards where a neck used to be. Moving down, I paused at the outrageous divide between chest muscles, imagining how deep the crevasse really was. I paused for a moment because my dick had become so hard, I needed to adjust my position on the sofa. It wasn’t because of the man on the screen, it was because it was imagining this as my body. I slowly moved lower on the image, feeling my mouth go dry as each cobblestone ab muscle passed by, each as hard and dense as stone. I moved past his crotch, I didn’t need to linger there, I wanted to see more muscle. I zoomed out slightly to take in both upper quads. Another moan escaped my mouth. The size of each leg was incomprehensible. I knew this picture was taken after a gruelling legs workout because no one possessed quads that huge on a permanent basis. There was no separation between the two limbs until almost at the knee. Thick, deep muscle valleys were on full display even with the incredible muscle pump they displayed. I grimaced as gobs of pre-cum started to fill my shorts. Slowly I moved lower, to the apex of this inhuman monster, the calves. Where the muscle above slammed together only to separate at the knee, they once again converged. Each muscle was so astonishingly huge they appeared to almost touch, even with feet spread wide to accommodate the quads above. Even with a generous layer of body fat elsewhere, the calves were covered in thick, almost pulsing veins. They jutted out so dramatically in both directions, it appears as though someone was pressing on them from behind. I had to cup my hand over my mouth to stop a loud scream. I stood up so fast, partially jumped into the air. I literally jogged to the bathroom, shut the door and barely pulled down my shorts before a massive load of hot cum sprayed across the room. When I finally grabbed my swollen cock, I placed my phone on the counter and closed my eyes. With only two strong tugs, I knew I was about to cum again.

“Oh my fuck! I’m going to be so much bigger than that! I’m going to be the bigger, freakiest, most muscular THING to ever walk the earth!” I said as quietly as I could as more hot cum poured from my cock.

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Chapter Two
Today was leg day and Pete was already regretting joining me. I braced myself for my fifth and final set on the leg press machine. With six 45 pound plates loaded on each side, I was attempting a new personal best. As I unlocked the sled I grunted as the heavy weight started to test my already exhausted quads. I pried my eyes open just enough to see the light network of veins pressing their way to the surface of my skin. I closed my eyes again and slowly lowered the weight. The pain was so intense, I felt like I was about to pass out. Suddenly in my mind, the vision of two enormous, vein-covered quads appeared and I let out a loud growl. As my knees made contact with my bloated pecs, I started to drive the weights back up. At the top of the rep, I didn’t hesitate before lowered it again, pain like fire radiated throughout my body.

“MORE” I screamed and drove the second rep back up. I raised both hands and with balled fists, punched the tortured muscles of my quads. As I began my third rep, I worried I would be crushed my the weight but I was determined to finish.

“BIGGER!” I yelled as my whole body shook from the effort. When the weights finally reached the top, I slid the handle in place, locking the weights. I rolled out of the press and collapsed on the floor.

I felt Pete’s hand on my shoulder but I brushed him away. I rolled over so I was laying on my back. I slowly moved my left hand and placed it on my left quad. The muscle felt hard as a rock and I let out a moan as I relished how small my hand suddenly felt. I moved my hand over the dense, warm surface. “Need more.” I muttered.

I rolled back onto my front and slowly crawled up the side of the machine, needing to hold on until I was standing once again. I glanced down at my legs, my shorts had been pushed up high so it looked like I was wearing just underwear. I was transfixed by their pumped up size.

“Better pull those shorts down before someone complains.” Pete said.

“Let them. I’m not ashamed. Look how pumped they are.” I said as I tried to flex but every muscle was so exhausted, I could barely move them.

“Well, it’s a little embarssing.” Pete said.

I let go of the leg press machine and gripped either side of the shorts but instead of pulled them down, I hiked them up ever further. I stood in front of the mirror and just stared at the reflection. My quads and calves had grown the quickest. I measured them at 25” a few days ago with my calves at 17”. I hated those small numbers but considering where they had been a few months ago, I tried to focus on the improvements and gains I was making.

“Come on Sam, don’t make a scene.” Pete said.

I shot him a quick look and stuck out my right leg. I slowly started to move it back and forth. As the muscles started to swing, I grimaced at the pain. I lifted my foot six inches off the ground and slammed it back to the floor and flexed as hard as I could. Even fully pumped, I could see faint muscle separations appear on the surface. Veins started to appear as I held the flex until my whole lower body felt like it was about give out.

Pete huffed and walked away. I barely register his absence as I repeated the pose with my other leg. Sweat was dripping off each quad and puddled on the floor. 

After a few more minutes of posing, I finally pulled my shorts down but not without admiring how much tighter they now felt. I looked around the gym and spotted Pete on the other side, near the free weights. As I moved towards him, I noticed he was talking to a man, a large man. The guy was older and huge. I could tell from his posture and mass that he was a competitive bodybuilder. The closer I got the bigger he looked. 

“Hey.” Was all I said when I reached the pair.

“Sam. This is Ken.” Pete said.

“Nice to meet you.” I said and extended my hand. Ken gripped hard and I couldn’t help notice his forearm muscles ripple as he did so. Now a foot away, I would have guessed Ken outweighed me by close to 30 pounds. He wasn’t much taller and his level of vascularity was evident.

“Ken was telling me he’s doing a bodybuilding show in two months.” Pete said, sounding almost giddy.

“Yeah, I placed fourth last year. I’m aiming for the top prize this year.” He said and bounced his pecs that pressed against his tight shirt.

“Good luck Ken.” I said.

“You got a great build Sam. Have you ever thought of competing? With some more size you might be able to step on stage.”

I didn’t know how to respond. The comment, which would have excited any young lifter made me see red with rage. How dare this stranger assume I “may” want to compete when in reality I wanted so much more. I tried to suppress my anger the best i could.

“Yeah, maybe. Pete, I’m going to do lunges. Nice to meet you.” I said and walked away quickly.

I grabbed a pair of 50 pounds dumbbells and started doing walking lunges. With each step my anger grew. “You have a great built”…“With more size”… ran through my head as I hauled the weights up and down the gym floor. I wasn’t counting reps or even registering the intensity of the workout. My mind also kept going back to why Pete was talking to Ken in the first place. He had never shown any interest in other bodybuilders, in fact, he always showed distain for them. As I turned and started another loop of lunges, my fury changed to determination. If Ken thought I needed more size, I decided that was exactly what I was going to show him. If Pete suddenly didn’t have a problem with big muscle, he was about to see the biggest muscle humanly possible. I dropped the weights in the middle of the gym and rushed towards the front door.

Pete texted me a little while later, asking me why I left him at the gym:

I didn’t think you noticed
What does that mean. I was just talking to someone
Yeah I saw that. One of those gross muscle heads right?
Don’t be mad Sam. Besides, I thought you’d like me showing interest in a bodybuilder
It looked like it. I guess you only like muscle on other guys and think it’s too much for me
That’s not true. I’m sorry. Don’t be mad. Can I come over later?
Not tonight, I’m pretty beat after the gym
Oh, ok. Are we good?
Sure, I’ll txt you later

I tossed my phone down and returned my attention to my computer screen. My shopping cart was full of new, more powerful steroids. I didn’t even look at the total, I just clicked “submit order”. I pulled my remaining supplies from the shelf and dumped it all onto my bed. I started filled multiple syringes and felt my cock get hard as I started to inject it all into my body. I staggered into the kitchen, pulled a full package of uncooked chicken breasts from the fridge and started to tear raw chunks off with my teeth. I chased each huge bite with a swig from a huge protein shake. Minutes later, all six chicken breasts were gone, as was the shake. I wiped raw chicken juice from my chin, grabbed my gym bag and headed towards the gym.

“You all want to see me get bigger? Well, I’ll show you bigger.”

[bigbbny]

Yes!!!!

[dredlifter]

Great start!  Love stories where the guy busts his ass to grow!

[arpeejay]

Always delighted to see a new story from you, NMA, but please remind Sam that he's not gonna be making any gains if he contracts salmonella from eating (blech!) raw chicken!! 

[arpeejay]

Also: 

Sam @ 450 (three times the size of Pete) sounds like a good goal!

[Ozymandias]

Here we go…

[Newmassaddict]

Chapter 3
Three weeks after my new gear arrived, I reached 200 pounds. I celebrated briefly but my dissatisfaction quickly replaced any pride.

“F-f-four more.” I grunted through gritted teeth as I pressed the 60 pound dumbbells over my head. I had been doing shoulder presses for close to half an hour. I reached the forth rep but performed two more reps before letting the weights fall. I looked past my reflection in the mirror and noticed the gym was all but deserted. Glancing at my watch I realized I had been here for two hours, the gym was closing soon. I looked back at the mirror. I started wearing tank tops for every workout lately. My shoulders burned from the intense workout, each one a bloated boulder protruding from my upper body. I rolled them and flexed, causing my traps to swell and my arms to flex. My concentration was broken my a rumble in my stomach. I grabbed my gym bag and headed towards the locker room. As I crossed the room, I peeled my sweat-soaked top off, feeling the cool air on my wet skin. I stopped at the bathroom counter and started to hit a few more poses. Every muscle on my body was responding to the increased steroids and quantities of food I was force feeding myself. Astonishingly, my body fat was not increasing, veins sprouted in every direction. I was lost in my post workout posing and didn’t see the kid behind me until he coughed.

I turned to face him. He was barely 18 and looked like he had only been to the gym a few times. He quickly looked away nervously, but I knew he had been watching me.

“Sorry, didn’t see you there. I just need to check on the gains.” I said, bouncing my bare pecs and flexing my tight abs.

The kid’s eyes grew wide and darted from one muscle to the other. “N-n-no problem…y-y-you’re h-h-huge.”

“Not yet dude. I need to pack on more mass. Just look at how small these 17” arms look.” I said as I raised both and hit a double bicep pose.

“Wow!” Was all he could say.

I stepped closer, noticing the growing bulge in the kid’s pants. “You want to feel them?”

The kid froze.

“Come on. I can see you like this body. Feel just how hard and strong it is.”

The kid approached and as his tumbling hand touched my left bicep, he let out a low moan. His other hand grabbed it too and he started to sneeze the dense muscle.

“Yeah, feel how hard it is. Grip harder, you can’t dent it.” I said as I straightened and re-flexed harder, causing my arm to shake a little.

The kid let out another moan and moved his hands over to my pecs. I lowered my arms and brought my hands together at my waist. My pecs inflated in his hands.

“Holy shit!” He yelled as he continued to explore each solid ball of pec meat.

“That feels good doesn’t? Have you ever felt pecs this big? Well, let me tell you something, these pecs are fucking puny. Soon, the’ll be so huge, you won’t be able to see my face from where you’re standing. Each bounce will shake the fucking ground and I’ll be able to crush your hand in this cleavage. Feel those abs. Yeah, hard as rocks aren’t they? Imagine each ab being the size of a soccer ball and covered in thick veins. And these tiny quads are going to swell so huge, I won’t be able to press my feet together. I’ll have more muscle on one quad than all the professional bodybuilders have one their entire body.

The kid lost the ability to speak. He whimpered and shook like a leaf. I wrapped my arms around his small, frail body and turned to face the mirror. As my hard cock pressed against his ass, he reached behind and pulled his pants down, exposing his white, smooth ass.

“Fuck me.” He stammered.

I looked at myself in the mirror and the sight was truly outrageous. His small body couldn’t obscure my much larger frame. My shoulders and arms were still visible and with his small legs wrapped around my waist, I could see my growing quads easily supporting his weight. I slide my cock into his ass, causing him to scream loudly.

“Feel all this muscle pounding you scentless.” I said as I started to drive my cock in harder.

His small hands felt my arms and gripped my traps. I released my left arm, supporting his whole body with my right and flexed my pumped bicep. As he started to spray cum on my abs, I imagined him being Mr. Olympia and I was still easily cradling his much smaller body. As I pictured my bicep growing well past the size of my head, I released a huge load into his ass. I let go and he slid down my body onto the floor. I never looked away from the mirror. I raised my other arms and hit a double bicep pose so intense, I screamed in pain. As I looked at my demented reflection, I felt more cum spraying from my cock, drenching the trembling kid at my feet.

I grabbed my gym bag and jacket and started for the door.

“Wait. can I see you again?” The kid almost whispered.

I stopped, looking down at him still on the floor. “Maybe kid, but I’m not sure you’ll recognize me next time.” I said as I walked out.

[DennisFLL]

Very, very hot!  Just right.

[Ozymandias]

Hope the kid starts growing too