Don't Push Me - Chapter 11 added March 21

[hungryboy]

Fuck yeah, Sam! Leave humanity behind, grow into a MONSTER!

Re-reading it everyday and it just gets better. Can't wait to see what's next, and i hope it's bigger than i could imagine hahahaha.

Keep going, man. Make Sam the freak he deserves to be

[DawnFire98]

Seeing Sam flip out was freaking incredible 

[Newmassaddict]

Chapter 9
I arrived at Dr. Conrad’s office close to an hour before my appointment. With the situation and the gym and my workout being cut short, I didn’t know where else to go. I sat in the corner of the waiting room, with my head down when I heard Henry’s voice.

“Sam. What’s wrong?”

I looked up and when Henry saw the tears in my eyes and the rage on my face he placed a hand on my shoulder. “Go to my office and wait there. I have a patient here now but I’ll wrap up with them as fast as I can.”

I nodded and walked down the hall and closed his office door behind me. When Henry walked in, I was asleep on the sofa and jerked awake at the sound of the door closing.

“It’s just me.” He said, sitting across from me. “Tell me what happened.”

I told him the whole story including my declaration at the end to never hold back around others again.

“Well Sam. I’m sorry they kicked you out but it sounds like it was for the best. You know I’d let you workout here if the gym wasn’t used by so many of my patients but I think I may have a solution. Leave that with me for a while.” He said, typing something into his phone before returning his attention to me.

“Really?”

“Yes, but before that, I need to check on your stats.” He said, biting his lip and scanning my hulking form.

I stood up and peeled off what remained of my hoodie and pulled down my pants.

“It’s only been three days but I’m speechless.”

“It’s because of you Doc.”

“Not just me Sam. No one works harder than you. Step on the scale.”

The industrial scale groaned as I stepped on. The digital readout when blank for a second and as it came to life, the numbers rose quickly and settled on their final number.

“FUCK! 362 pounds! 14 pounds in three days!”

“And 87 pounds since we stated seeing each other.” I said with a big smile and a few pec bounces.

“If I wasn’t standing here witnessing this I wouldn’t believe it.” Henry said and produced a tape measure.

Neck: 24 inches
Chest: 70 inches
Arms: 27 inches
Forearms: 21 inches
Waist: 30 inches
Quads: 37 inches
Calves: 25 inches

“Is that all?” I asked.

“All! Sam, do you know how few people have every attended this size and proportions you have, not to mention you still have only 6% body fat?”

“I hear what you’re saying. Logically I know someone two months from turning 25 shouldn’t look like I do but in my head that doesn’t matter. I still see myself as too small. Even now, not working out, makes me think about those lost reps and that each second that passes means time I’m not growing.”

Henry could only shake is head in disbelief.

“I saw that look! I’ve seen it before. You think I’m being crazy or maybe you don’t think I’m serious!”

I leaned forward and started to perform a most muscular pose. My whole body swelled all around me. The despair and rage I was still feeling only made me squeeze harder, growing even bigger.

“I know you’ve never seen pecs swell past 70 inches before but I want to feel them crushing my skull when I do this. AAAGGGHHH. See how my 27 inch arms press against the side of them? I want my pecs and arms to battle for space and control until there is nothing but one massive ball of muscle. HHHUUUHHH. Just look at these bowling ball shoulders, covered in nasty veins and striations, I want them to be the size of car tires, leading to traps as thick as a normal person’s legs. I know you can barely see my neck with all this mass surrounding it but I won’t be happy until my ears are being pressed against my head. GRRRRRAAAAAAHHH!”

“Sam! Please!” Henry pleaded, gripping the nearby table to remain standing.

“No Doc, I CAN’T. I need to dwarf this body. I want to flex and fill this room with just my mass!” I said with a grunt as I bent further down and somehow, willed my body to flex harder. I glanced down at my swollen pecs as thick, new veins appeared on the smooth, paper-thin skin. “RRRGGGHHHAAA. Look at these growing quads. No one has ever had 37 inch behemoths like these but I want to double, NO, triple them in size. I want them so thick, so defined, you could drive your car into them at full speed without leaving a mark. I want the veins on these quads to be as thick as pythons. AAAGGGHHH” I screamed as my whole body shook from holding the pose so long.

Doctor Conrad could no longer contain himself. He undid his pants and started to frantically jerk off.

“Tell me how much bigger you want to see me get!” I said, relaxing the pose but remaining a bloated mass of ripped muscle.

“You’ll be the biggest Sam. No one will ever come close to the mass you will achieve. You’ll be a walking wall of pulsing, pumped muscle.”

“YES! That’s what I want. I don’t want to be human any more. I don’t care about anything but GROWING, MUTATING, BECOMING A MONSTER!” I yelled as I hit the pose once again, swelling even bigger than before. I felt slabs of muscle solidify and contort all around me, putting pressure on my bones and joints. “GRRRRRAAAAAAHHH!”

I stepped forward, grabbed Henry’s ass and lifted him like a feather. I plunged his cock down my throat as his tiny hands gripped my mammoth biceps for support. Instantly, his enormous load of cum filled my mouth and I guzzled down every drop.

Retuned to the ground, Henry looked rattled. “Sam, that was, wow! But we have to be careful, people will hear us.”

“I’m sorry Doc, I just can’t control myself.”

We were interrupted by Henry’s phone. With a shaking hand, he looked at the screen and smiled.

“Good news?”

“I think so. I reached out to another patient. Ron. He owns a gym across town. I asked if he would let you train at his place and he said you could try it out.”

“Really! That’s great. So he’s a bodybuilder?”

“He’s a former powerlifter who runs his own gym”

“Excellent.” I said.

“Here’s the address. I told him you’d stop by later. Go eat, take your supplements and head over. I have a feeling you’ll get your workout in today after all.”

“Thanks again Henry. It means so much to have you on my side.”

“I am on your side Sam. I may not always understand why you’re doing this but I’m hellbent on helping you get there.”

I put my clothes back on and walked out the office. The person at the front desk could barely make eye contact with me. I guess the doctor was right, we were not exactly being discrete.

I stopped by my place to eat but couldn’t relax. The events of the morning left me determined to get a good work out in. I checked Ron’s gym out and aside from being pretty far from my apartment, I had not heard about it. It was called Iron Town and advertised itself as a hardcore place for powerlifters.

“I guess I’ll see just how hardcore it really is.” I said to myself as I pulled on my largest hoodie and headed out.

I walked into Iron Town and was immediately impressed. It had the look of an old school gym, with lots of equipment, loud music playing and powerlifting videos playing on the TVs. I quickly scanned the large open space and saw a few people working out. I stood at the front desk for a few minutes before I man in his mid fifties came out of an office behind the desk. He had a shaved head and wore an old t-shirt with the gym’s logo on the front. He was slightly overweight but carried himself like a powerlifter. He had very wide shoulders and a thick, powerful looking chest.

“Yeah?” He asked gruffly.

“Ron? I’m Sam. Dr. Henry Conrad contacted you?”

“Right. Check the place out. I have three rules; clean up after yourself, don’t break anything and mind your own business.” Ron said and turned to walk away.

“Thanks Ron…” I started to say as he closed his office door behind him. “Ok, have a nice day…” I said and walked slowly around the place. Since my chest workout earlier was interrupted, I decided to pick it up where I had left off.

I approached the racks of free weights and smiled when I saw they went up to 150 pounds. Before long, I settled into an intense chest workout. My hoodie was drenched with sweat and my 70 inch chest was pumped as hell. I scanned the room and saw someone was already using the cables.

As I approached, I noticed the man was the definition of a powerlifter. A little on the heavy side but a wall of thick, powerful muscle. He was a few inches taller than me and about 10 years older. He was using one side of the cable machine to do standing lat pullovers. I couldn’t help notice he was using the full stack of weights, which looked to go higher than my old gym. He finished his set and looked over at me, giving me a quick nod.

“One more set.” He said.

“No problem.” I said and turned towards a nearby mirror and started to hit a few poses. Even covered up, I could tell I was fully pumped. I got lost in my own reflection and didn’t hear the guy approach.

“I’m done.”

“Thanks” I said.

“You a bodybuilder?” He asked.

“Yeah.”

“Looks like it. We have a few that come here. If you want to strip down, it’s cool. No one will give a shit.” He said and walked away.

I didn’t want a repeat of the morning and even though there was barely anyone here, I decided today was not the time to cause a commotion. I moved to the cables and set each pin at 230 pounds. I gripped the metal handles and pulled them towards me. I planted my feet and slowly started to perform cable flys. The heavy weight felt incredible and each rep brought my chest closer and closer to my chin. I closed my eyes and tried to hold each rep for as long as could. After a few reps, I was grimacing in pain and my arms started to shake. I reached eight reps and heard the fabric of my hoodie rip up my back. I thought of stopping but I was too engrossed in my set to stop. Instead, the tearing feeling only made me push harder. I managed ten more reps before letting go of the cables. I stepped towards the mirror and hit a most muscular pose. I felt more ripping from behind me as the right sleeve tore free at the shoulder. I was suddenly overcome with the intense desire to see how pumped I was. I relaxed and gripped the hoodie at the collar. With one fluid motion, I tore it off my body. I wore nothing underneath. I looked at the beast in the mirror and crunched down again into the crab pose. Thick muscle inflated all around me. My chest looked like someone had shattered a large piece of marble and wrapped it in plastic. Veins visibly pulsed in every direction.

“FUCK!”

I spun around to see the powerlifter standing off to the side staring at me.

“Shit! Sorry man.” I said, reaching down to grab the tattered remains of my shirt.

“Don’t fucking apologize man. I just can’t believe the size of you!” He said and stepped closer, his eyes focused directly on my bloated pecs.

I suddenly felt a surge of confidence and pivoted on my feet, clasped my hands together and started to perform a side chest pose. My arms inflated and pressed against my equally huge forearms. I sucked my waist in as far as I could and thrusted my chest out as far as possible. I felt my pulse quicken when I felt my pecs come in contact with my chin.

“Holy fucking shit!” The guy said again, taking off his ball cap and running his hand through his sweaty hair.

“Still too small.” I said, extending my hands and resetting the pose, flexing even harder and confident I looked even larger.

“MMMMMM” was all he could say as I moved back to the most muscular pose but facing him directly and taking a step closer. His eyes grew wide and his mouth fell open. I thought I saw his hand move slightly in my direction before he pulled it back. 

I relaxed the pose and took a few deep breaths. “You sure this isn’t a problem here?” I asked.

“I said we don’t give a shit but that was before you unveiled all of this.” He said. “I think you’ll freak some of the hardcore dudes out.”

He must have noticed the look of concern on my face.

“Not in a bad way man. I’m one of the top powerlifters in town and I feel like a tiny little shit right now. You’re EXACTLY what this place needs. A freak that will push the rest of use. I’m Jim by the way.”

“Sam.”

“How old are you Sam?”

“24.”

“FUCK ME! This big that young?”

“Yup, just getting started.”

“Well, if you ever need a spot, you let me know.” Jim said with a smile. “And, in the future, if you want to workout in just shorts, you work out in just shorts. This place is for people like us; hardcore.”

“Thanks Jim. Nice to meet you.” I said as he walked away, still shaking his head in disbelief. I looked down at the destroyed hoodie and tossed it in the trash can. I looked back at the mirror and bounced my pecs a few times.

As I walked past the front desk towards the door, Ron was there with his arms crossed. “Good workout?”

“Yeah. Nice place.” I said.

“Come back tomorrow. We open at 7 a.m.” He said and walked back to this office.

I shook my head and walked out, “nice guy.” I said to myself.

[bigbbny]

Wow!!!

[Ro20316]

Looks like he found his crowd!

[SnuffLover]

this story is amazing

[lighterstill]

I swear, every story you write exceeds the last! 

[Newmassaddict]

Chapter 10
It had been two weeks since I stated at Iron Town and I was still in shock at how great the place was. I was welcomed by everyone I met, with the except on the owner Ron, who still barely noticed I was there. Most people didn’t seem to care that I worked out in string tanks or shirtless altogether and when they did, it was compliant me on a particular heavy lift or to mention that I was looking bigger. As great at it was, part of me couldn’t help but miss the over-the-top reactions I used to get. Part of me craved to truly astound a person with my sheer size. At Iron Town, I was still an anomaly, young, ripped and massive, but here, I was just another hardcore freak. Most of the other members were the same way in their sports. They knew what it took to be the best and they all wanted to stand out from normal society.

I was in the middle of brutal back work out. I was setting up for shrugs in one of the squat racks when Jim walked over. I had only seen him a few times since my first day. As he approached, I thought he looked a little leaner. He still carried a lot of body fat but I swear he looked more toned.

“Shrugs?” He asked as I slammed a tenth plate on the bar.

“Yeah. Wrecking myself today.” I said and gripped the 495 pound bar. I lifted it off the rack and started to move it up and down. At the top of each rep, I felt my neck being encased by my traps. I pulled the bar up for the 11 time and my pace started to slow.

“DON’T YOU FUCKING STOP!” I hear Jim scream in my ear.

I closed my eyes and let out a groan as I completed three more reps before slamming the bar back down.

“That all you got big boy?” Jim asked.

I smiled at him with a cocky grin and gripped two more plates in one hand and slid them onto the bar. Jim smiled back and added two more to the other side. With 675 pounds now on the bar, Jim came up behind me and like a typical powerlifter, slapped my pumped, meaty traps.

I let out a loud bellow and lifted the bar, feeling the metal bend under the weight. Pain engulfed my traps and shoulders but I started to lift anyway. They weren’t the prettiest reps but I refused to stop moving the bar. When my arms felt like they were about to be pulled from my body, I let the bar go, unaware of how many reps I had completed.

“FUCKING INSANE!” Jim declared, reaching up to feel the pulsing beef that swelled from my back.

“You haven’t seen insane yet.” I said and lifted the bar off the rack again but this time I had my hands the other way. With a primal scream that echoed throughout the nearly empty gym, I pressed the loaded 585 pound bar over my head.

“NO FUCKING WAY!” Jim yelled.

I held the bar and positioned my feet before slowly letting it fall. I stopped it an inch from my upper chest before driving it back up. I felt a surge of strength unlike anything I had experienced before and before I knew it, I was shoulder pressing the huge weight like it weighted nothing. I counted 12 reps before pausing with the bar fully extended.

“THIS IS WHAT INSANITY LOOKS LIKE!” I screamed as I lowered the bar with complete control and gently placed in back on the rack. I tuned to face a trembling Jim and flexed my bloated shoulders and traps. I felt them expand and swell as my traps created intense pressure on my neck.

“SAM! That was, was, completely-“

“Too hardcore even for this place?” 

“N-N-Never!” Jim whispered and darted towards the locker room. I followed behind him.

Jim was sitting on a bench with one hand over his mouth and the other on his forehead. When he saw me come in, he stood straight up and looked like he was about to bolt again.

“Jim! What the fuck?”

“Sorry Sam, I just, I just-“ He stammered.

“Just what?”

“I can’t get over your power, your size, your dedication.”

“Why’s that a problem?” I asked. It was at that moment I looked down at Jim’s shorts to see his rock hard cock and the huge wet spot. I looked back up and Jim was white as a ghost. “Is that because of me?” I asked.

“Of course it is! I can’t control myself when I see you. I’m so fucking sorry.”

“Sorry for what? For getting off on muscle? Hell Jim, I’d judge you if you didn’t.”

Jim looked at me and gave me a little smile. I stepped closer and placed my hands on his shoulders. He looked scared but didn’t pull away. Instead, he slowly moved his hands up my forearms and biceps, marvelling at their size and density. When he reached my shoulders, I couldn’t help but flex them under his grasp, causing him to emit a low moan. I pulled away and grabbed his hand. He resisted for a moment then let me direct him to the large shower room. I locked the door and turned to face him once again. I started to pull down my shorts but Jim stepped froward to help, staring at my cock and monstrous quads as he did. He stood up and pulled his t-shirt over his head. Seeing his exposed body for the first time as better than I had imagined. I had learned from the few times we’d chatted that he was 6’1” and weighted 360 pounds. Now I could see that most of that weight was pure muscle. He had enormous pecs, shoulders and arms. While his abs were not defined, they created a thick lower torso that oozed power and strength. I wrapped my arms around him and he did the same to me. We started to kiss passionately while exploring the mounds of muscle and flesh in our grasp. We both moaned with pleasure.

“FUCK! You feel better than you look.” Jim said between kisses.

“And you look strong as a fucking bull.” I said.

“I’ve never done anything like this.” Jim said and continued to kiss me. “So much muscle!” He said as his hands travelled up and down my pumped back.

“Just wait Jim. If you think this is big now, you have no idea what’s coming.” 

“FUCK YEAH!”

I turned and stood up against the nearby wall. Jim moaned at he sight of my back, glutes, hamstrings and calves. I flexed everything as his hands and tongue explored everything. I grabbed each side of my massive ass and pulled it apart.

“Fuck these muscle glutes Jim.”

“Y-Y-Y-You sure, you mean it?”

“YES. I want you to fuck me while I flex these glutes for you. Think you can handle that?”

I heard Jim’s shorts hit the floor just before his hard cock started to approach my ass. His strong hands groped the mounds of hard flesh as his lips kissed my hulking left trap. A moment later, his cock slid into me and we both moaned with pleasure. Jim’s hands gripped the thick, granite-hard slabs of lat muscle as he slid his cock all the way in.

“OH FUCK THAT FEELS GOOD!” I said.

“Not as good as all the muscle Sam. Your back is a mountain scape of freaky muscle.” Jim said as he started to drive his cock in and out. I lowered my hands and pulled my elbows back, giving him a closeup look at may back muscles flex. He moaned and thrusted hard as I raised my arms and hit a double back pose.

“FUCK ALL THIS MASS.” I said, holding the pose for him to admire.

“UNFUCKINGBELIEVABLE!” He said as his tempo increased. 

“AAAGGGHHH. That’s it. Cum to all this beef!” I said.

Jim struggled to wrap his huge arm around my nonexistent neck as his whole body pressed against mine. With a few more powerful thrusts, his body shook as he came inside me. He pulled out and I turned to face him. I gripped his neck with one hand and shoved my tongue down his throat. I noticed out reflection in the nearby mirror and turned us to face it. Jim massive body looked shockingly small standing by me. He noticed it too.

“Look at you Sam. No one has ever been so huge.”

I balled up my fists and ticked them into the sides of my abs and started to spread my monstrous lats. They spread like wings from either side, making me look wider than I was tall. My still hard cock was dripping pre-cum as I reached the apex of the flex. It was a sight even I couldn’t deny was extreme.

“It’s still not enough Jim. I need to pack on more size, A LOT MORE.” I said, holding the flex until I started to cramp up. “Can you help me get there?” I asked.

“Me?” Jim asked, unable to take his eyes off my reflection.

“YES, MMMMMM, you get what it means to be hardcore. I need you with me during my workouts, AAAGGGHHH, pushing me, spotting me, firocusing me to grow, GGGRRRRAAAHHH.” Unable to hold the pose any longer, I let me arms drop but my lats were so pumped, my arms remained above 45 degrees.

“Fuck Sam, I’d love that. Are you sure I not too small?

“No Jim, besides, how cold you not want to get bigger yourself being around all of this?” I said.

“NO! I’m in. I’ll do whatever it takes for you get bigger.”

“Good. Now let’s shower and get back out there.”

“You’re not done?”

“HELL NO! I need to work this back even harder Jim. I need to make this look puny.”

[hungryboy]

It just gets BETTER!!!

Two massive gorillas pushing each  other. Jim gonna help Sam became the freak among the freaks! A true monster of muscles, oozing testosterone and power.

[WoodenStick]

On 3/12/2023 at 1:54 PM, Newmassaddict said:

“You’ll be the biggest Sam. No one will ever come close to the mass you will achieve. You’ll be a walking wall of pulsing, pumped muscle.”

“YES! That’s what I want. I don’t want to be human any more. I don’t care about anything but GROWING, MUTATING, BECOMING A MONSTER!” I yelled as I hit the pose once again, swelling even bigger than before. I felt slabs of muscle solidify and contort all around me, putting pressure on my bones and joints. “GRRRRRAAAAAAHHH!”

I stepped forward, grabbed Henry’s ass and lifted him like a feather. I plunged his cock down my throat as his tiny hands gripped my mammoth biceps for support. Instantly, his enormous load of cum filled my mouth and I guzzled down every drop.