Popular Post Newmassaddict Posted February 28 Author Popular Post Share Posted February 28 Chapter 4 Pete and I would still see each other from time to time but the gym made it hard to meet regularly. He texted me after a workout one night and asked if I wanted to get something to eat. Never one to need an excuse to eat, I told him to met me at a nearby pub. I arrived first, still wearing my sweaty gym closes and my oversized, puffy winter coat. Stepping inside, I saw the other customers look at my attire with confusion but I didn’t care. I found a table and sat down. A minute later the waiter arrived. “Are you waiting for someone? I can come back when they arrive.” “I am but I’ll take a double order of the burger and fries.” I said as I pulled a shaker from my gym bag, “and some water for this.” The waiter made some sound and turned away only to return a minute later with a jug of water. I poured it into the shaker and started to guzzle it down. I looked around the bar and saw a few people watching with curiosity. Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait long for the food. The heaping plate arrived and I grabbed a burger before the waiter had time to place it on the table. When Pete arrived five minutes later, the plate was empty. “Sam, you couldn’t even wait? Pete said. “Don’t worry, I can still eat.” I said as Pete shook his head and sat across from me. He looked the same. He said he was still working out but since we didn’t go together anymore, I figured he wasn’t pushing himself as hard as he did with me. “You look good, different, but good.” Pete said. “How so?” I asked. “You look older, no not that, just more rugged. Has your jaw always been that thick?” I chuckled and sat back, wiping burger grease from my lips. I unzipped my jacket and pulled is over my shoulders. “Holy FUCK!” Pete exclaimed. “Oh yeah, it’s been a few weeks.” I said rolling my right wrist, causing veins and muscle to pulse and swell. The tank top I was wearing was loose fitting and barely had enough fabric to cover anything. “SAM! How much…what have you…what’s going on?” Pete stammered. “What can I say, the gym has been going really good. I did arms tonight and as you can see, these won’t be 19” for very long.” I said as I raised an arm and slowly flexed causing new waves of muscle to swell and twitch. Even in the dim bar light, people around our table turned to watch. “Ok, ok Sam, no need to cause a commotion. And why did you not change after the gym?” Pete said looking a little embarrassed. “Why bother? I’ll going back after we eat and besides, why should I cover myself up. I want people to see how big I’m getting. Hell, I love seeing how people react.” “You’re a strange man.” Pete laughed off my comment. The waiter arrived and stood for a moment staring at my now uncovered body. Pete ordered a beer and salad and turned to walk away. “Excuse me. I’ll take another jug of water and two of the steaks, no sides.” The waiter froze. “Seriously?” I slowly stood up, briefly feeling Pete try to restrain me. I squared my shoulders and inflated my pecs and flared my lats. The waiter’s face went pale. “I am serious. I need more fuel for this growing body.” I said as I bounced each pec a few times causing the waiter to swallow hard. He stumbled away and as I retuned to my seat, I caught a few people close by giving me a disgusted look. “Why do you do that?” Pete asked. “Do what?” “Act like a dick.” I stared at Pete for minute, feeling my muscle tense. “How is being proud of what I look like and determined to become so much better such a bad thing? I could ask you why you always laugh it off when I talk about needing to get bigger.” “I just think there is more to life that being jacked Sam.” “THERE ISN’T.” I said loudly, slapping the table, causing the plate to rattle. I could feel my body getting more tense, causing my muscles to swell. “For me Pete, there is NOTHING more important. All I want is to grow bigger and bigger. It’s what I think about every waking moment and frankly what I dream about every night. Some people want to to better at their jobs, take care of their families, make a difference in the world but ALL I WANT is MASS.” “Sam, you’ve lost it.” Pete said. “I’m sorry you feel that way Pete. Here I thought you cared about me and what I wanted but I guess I see that you only want me to be like everyone else, weak and boring. Well, I’m sorry to tell you but the last thing I want to be is normal. You think I should feel bad when people like that dude over there looks at me and is grossed out? Well, I’m not. In fact, I see that reaction and it only makes me want MORE. I want everyone to be shocked at the sight of me. I want people to faint or puke when they see me. I want people to completely loose their minds when the see someone reach a level of size NO ONE have ever imagined was possible. If this little body is too much for you Pete, you better leave right now because this is NOTHING compared to what’s coming.” Pete stood up so fast, his chair toppled over. There was rage on his face but it showed something else. It took me a second to realize it was fear. Fear of my intensity and conviction. He didn’t even say anything but as he stormed away, I knew it was over and I didn’t feel bad at all. He was never going to accept me for what I really was and besides, I didn’t have time for other people distracting me from my ultimate goal. The waiter arrived and I devoured the two steaks in less than six bites. I even grabbed a few fistfuls of Pete’s salad and as I filled a second shaker with water, I glanced around the room. Everyone was staring in disbelief. I was an anomaly to them and I fucking loved it. They didn’t understand why I was like this. They certainly didn’t understand what it would take to become what I was on a path to becoming. I grabbed my gym bag, coat and shake, dropped some bills on the table and walked out, feeling every eye on my hulking form. 31 5 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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