Don't Push Me - Chapter 14: Finale added April 7

[lighterstill]

I can't believe he's gotten so big,  and it sounds like it's just the beginning! You've really outdone yourself with this story, fuck. 

[Mdlftr]

I'm loving this "growth with effort" story! Usually I want more wit or dialog, but the growth descriptions and the sheer commitment of the narrator to be the biggest bodybuilder EVER are a great read!  Sam's personality and work ethic are SO over the top that I can't stop reading - wondering what will happen next -  an aneurysm, a stroke,  or more huge muscle gains and strength increases!!

Loving it!

@Newmassaddict KUDOS to you for doing such a great job describing this journey AND for keeping it interesting and engaging!  Every new encounter that Sam has is hotter than the previous one!

Thank you for writing!

Mdlftr

[werkitbuddy99]

What a nice story

[Newmassaddict]

Chapter 13
I stirred in bed, hearing low moans of pleasure on the other side of the room. It was early and the morning sun was dancing on their naked bodies. Jim was pressed against Phil’s back, wrapping his hands around his thick body and squeezing his bloated pecs. Phil responded by flexing each massive slab of muscle alternatively. Both men bit their lips, trying to remain as silent as possible, not noticing I was slowly waking up. The sight of the two huge men started to make my cock hard.

Phil had won his first amateur bodybuilding show, earning his pro card the day before. As astounding as the feat was for such a high profile contest, his immediate domination when he stepped on stage against seasoned professionals was even more incredible. No one even knew his name a day ago and now he was the talk of the bodybuilding world. Who would have been prepared for a 347 pound amateur? The chaos that ensued as Phil took his place on stage was mesmerizing. His sheer mass and power was evident before he struck his first pose, causing many of the other competitors to cower. An untested bodybuilder should not possess 25 inch arms, a 70 inch chest and mammoth, 38 inch quads. Phil knew he had won immediately but still gave the shocked audience a show they would not soon forget. When he stepped back on stage a few hours later for his pro debut, the buzz had spread and the auditorium was packed to capacity. The reigned champ looked ready to tear the stage apart when Phil was announced the winner. If Phil didn’t dwarf him by such a huge margin, they would have come to blows right there on stage. Instead, Phil accepted his prize with grace and gave the crowd one of the most extreme posing demonstrations ever witnessed.

Phil was repeating his monumental routine now, at the foot of the bed, while Jim worshipped every shredded, enormous muscle on his champion physique. Not to steal all the attention, Jim garnered just as much admiration from Phil. He too had a lot to celebrate.

The powerlifting meet had become almost as popular as the bodybuilding shows during the fitness expo. Jim had a long standing reputation in the sport but when he emerged this year, everyone was shocked by his transformation. The once thick and powerful 360 pound beast had lost much of his stereotypical powerlifter chubbiness while bulking up to an astounding 430 pounds. Rumours and speculation rippled throughout the expo but as Jim began to incinerate every previously held record, people just wanted to see if he even processed a limit to how much he could lift. Pictures and video of Jim flooded the internet, each one more outrageous than the next. He maneuvered staggering amounts of weight while displaying such outrageously huge mass, it was hard not to watch in awe. If he decided to ever commit to a stick diet, he would have beaten Phil on the bodybuilding stage without breaking a sweat.

As the two massive beasts continued to get off on their incredible bodies, I couldn’t help stir in bed, unable to stop the reinforced frame to groan under my weight.

“Did we wake you?” Phil said as Jim licked the massive peak of his ripped bicep.

“You did but I have no complaints. I’m just enjoying the show.” I said with my  right hand under the bed sheet, gently stroking my engorged cock.

No longer needing to restrain themselves, both men started to moan more loudly. Phil stood facing me with Jim’s huge presence behind him. As Phill started to hit a lat pose, Jim was eclipsed by Phil’s sheer mass. Every muscle solidified and contorted with such outrageous proportions and vascularity, even I was in awe.

“I think I’m even freakier this morning than I was yesterday.” Phil said as Jim’s arms appeared around his waist.

“You definitely feel more dense than yesterday.” Jim said as he gripped Phil’s rock-hard cock with both hands. Phil bucked his hips, sending waves of pumped quad muscles to flex and twitch.

“I’m going to step on the Mr. Olympia stage at 375 pounds shredded beef. The world won’t know what hit them.” Phil said as Jim gripped harder and he flexed with equal intensity. “I still can’t believe I look like just six months since we met.”

“I can’t wait to see that Phil and remember, we are still just getting warmed up.” Henry said, entering the bedroom with a platter full of syringes and various supplements. His 280 pound body would look contest-ready itself if Phil and Jim didn’t dwarf him in every way.

“FUCK YEAH! Fill us up Doc. We need to get even bigger, stronger and freakier.” Jim said.

“All in good time boys but you know the rules. Sam gets his first.” Henry said as he approached my body, barely covered by the bed sheet. He paused for a moment to admire the exposed flesh on display.

“What time do we need to be at Iron Town?”

“Doors open at 10.” Jim said.

“I can’t wait.” I said as Henry continued to inject various vials into my shoulder.

With the triumphs of both Phil and Jim, Iron Town was capitalized on their success by holding a meet and great. Expectations were for a huge crowd, eager to see the two beasts up close. No one, however, was prepared for my arrive. I had gone through great lengths to shield the world from my appearance during the shows yesterday; not wanting to steel focus from Phil and Jim. Today was going to be very different.

Henry finished filling my body with my required doses, causing my already hard cock to throb even more. I peeled the bedsheet back and opened my arms, inviting all three men to join me. As their huge bodies climbed onto and over me, we became a mass of muscle that tested the bed frame’s engineering. Phil sucked my cock, while Henry kissed my mouth. Jim’s hands grabbed what muscle they could. I cupped Jim’s huge glutes and Henry’s striated shoulder as I released my load into Phil’s mouth. As the three sweaty, pumped muscle freaks came simultaneously around my inhuman form, I felt hot cum rain over me as they moaned in ecstasy.

“Ok men, that was a great way to wake up but we need to get cleaned up and ready for what will be one hell of good day.” I said, lifting my arms. “Help me up.”

[Ro20316]

Those four had became a force and now it's time to show what freaky really means.

I love this man

[debate1]

This story is insane!

[LorianofLothric]

Can’t wait for Sam’s reveal because it sounds like he’s become a behemoth!

[lighterstill]

9 hours ago, Newmassaddict said:

No one, however, was prepared for my arrive. I had gone through great lengths to shield the world from my appearance during the shows yesterday; not wanting to steel focus from Phil and Jim. Today was going to be very different.

Henry finished filling my body with my required doses, causing my already hard cock to throb even more. I peeled the bedsheet back and opened my arms, inviting all three men to join me. As their huge bodies climbed onto and over me, we became a mass of muscle that tested the bed frame’s engineering. Phil sucked my cock, while Henry kissed my mouth. Jim’s hands grabbed what muscle they could. I cupped Jim’s huge glutes and Henry’s striated shoulder as I released my load into Phil’s mouth. As the three sweaty, pumped muscle freaks came simultaneously around my inhuman form, I felt hot cum rain over me as they moaned in ecstasy.

“Ok men, that was a great way to wake up but we need to get cleaned up and ready for what will be one hell of good day.” I said, lifting my arms. “Help me up.”

Fuck yes!--I don't think any of us are ready!

[PhantomderOma]

This is going to be an INSANE finale. And I'm all here for it.

[Newmassaddict]

Here is the last chapter. I hope you enjoy. It's been great seeing how much this new story has been appreciated here.

 

Chapter 14 - FINALE
As we approached Iron Town, we could see the growing crowd outside. Jim and Phil started to get excited. To avoid causing more of a commotion, we entered through the back door. The gym owner Ron was waiting.

“Did you see the crowd outside already? This is crazy.”

“Sure is Ron. I’m looking forward to it.” Phil said. He was already showing a lot of skin in a string tank and tight shorts. His dark stage tanned skin glistened under the gym lighting.

“Sam, are you sure you want to do this?” Henry asked.

“Yes. More than anything. The people at the gym are used to seeing me but it’s time to show the world.” I said. I was draped in a ridiculous amount of fabric that barely resembled an actual piece of clothing. My pants were more of the same, covering everything but my ankles.

“Ok then. I’ll open the doors.” Ron said.

People flooded in. Many have never been to Iron Town. Phil stood near the entrance and immediately started posing with fans. As they snapped picture after picture, Phil flexed his arms, lats, pecs and quads. In no time, he was sporting an outrageous pump. I stood near the back of the room and marvelled at how much bigger he looked standing next to “regular” bodybuilders. He looked like he loved the attention and admiration.

Jim positioned himself at one of the deadlift platforms. The bar was loaded with a meagre 675 pounds, barely a warmup weight for him. As fans approached, Jim would deadlift the weight, make a menacing face and easily hold the weight in place while they snapped selfies. Even after 30 minutes, Jim had barely broke a sweat.

A number of regular Iron Town patrons started to arrive. The visitors noticed immediately, that they were all absolutely massive, far larger than the regular member at their gyms.

“What the fuck is in the water at this place?” I heard someone say. “All these dudes are fucking massive!”

There were a couple of bodybuilding news outlets covering the activities. One reporter was interviewing Phil, trying to get a rise out of him.

“Phil, what do you have to say to those people in the bodybuilding world that think you’ve taken your growth too far?”

“Too far? What does that even mean. Did you see the show yesterday? I dominated that show. And if you think I’ve gone too far, just wait until I step onto the Mr. Olympia stage at 375 shredded pounds.”

“Do you think that is even possible?” The reporter asked.

“It’s possible and then some!” My booming voice echoed throughout the gym, causing the chatter to stop.

From the back of the gym, I started to move to the front of the crowd. I moved slowly. The faces in the crowd looked at my comical covering with confusion. As my dark, disproportionate form moved, the crowd parted to make room. I came to stand next to Phil and the reporter. With just my head exposed, my extreme conditioning was still obvious, striations criss-crossed my thick jaw and veins crept up my cheeks and forehead.

“Who are you?” The reporter asked.

“I’m the reason the other members at Iron Town are so huge. I’m the reason Phil has become a freak of nature in just six months, going from 310 pounds to 347 pounds.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” The reporter asked, clearly frustrated by my interruption.

“You see, you cannot work out at Iron Town if you do not have what it takes to be the best. You cannot be around me if you do not have a certain level of dedication for the extreme.” I said and easily tore the left sleeve away from my body. The crowd collectively gasped at the sight of my exposed arm. The sheer mass and condition was mind-boggling. “You ask who I am? I’m Sam, the most extreme, the most dedicated, the most determined MONSTER there ever was!”

“OH MY GOD!” The reporter shouted and recoiled in terror.

I tore the remaining sleeve off and stood facing a mirror. My gargantuan arms levitated at 60 degrees, being supported by my mammoth lats that peaked out of the covering I was wearing.

“You asked if Phil was taking his growth too far? Well, I am the definition of TOO FAR. I am the biggest freak you will ever meet and I’M NOT EVEN CLOSE TO BEING DONE!” 

I walked over to the 675 pound bar Jim was using for pictured and lifted it off the ground with ease. I turned to face the crowd and started to curl the weight. I heard screams and shouts from the crowd but I was only focused on my reflection. My already massive arms grew exponentially after a few reps. At the top of each, my biceps and forearms crashed together and inflated to accommodate each other. “Do you think 42 inch arms are too big?” I said as I slowly lowered the bar, holding it parallel with the floor.

“HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE! LOOK AT THE SIZE OF HIS ARMS! THAT’S SO FUCKING SICK!” I heard people yell as my arms filled with blood, causing them to swell even bigger.

“42 inches is SMALL TO ME!” I yelled and raised the bar over my head. With considerable effort I managed to position it behind me and started to perform overhead tricep extensions. My face was obscured by what looked like the fabric covering me but in reality, it was my body that threatened to crush my own skull. The gaping holes from where I tore the fabric away could not contain the sheer enormity of my lats, the huge slabs of muscle erupted from both sides, like two sides of beef.

“HIS BACK!” Someone screamed.

“Can you even call this lats anymore? I’m 5’10” but these are so huge, so wide, they are wider than I am tall and they are still TOO SMALL!” I said as I let the bar fall behind me, crashing to the floor and cracking the concrete.

I slowly raised my arms and flexed, causing 42 inches of the most vascular beef to morph into giant, mountainous peaks, with triceps so large, they hung almost two feet below, stopping only by the sheer width of my lats.

“I can see you are all dying to know, so I’ll tell you. At 5’10” I’ve managed to reach 545 pounds! YES, YOU HEARD THAT RIGHT!” I bellowed over the deafening shouts from the crowd. “YOU WANT TO SEE EXTREME? HOW MANY OF YOU CAN HANDLE THIS?” I yelled as I tore the remaining fabric away from my body, exposing every inch of myself.

My feet were spread a part over three feet but my calves still pressed against each other. There was a small sliver of a gap where my knees would have been visible if it wasn’t for the sheer enormity of my quads. Their astronomical size caused each limb to press together so much, muscle erupted in every direction. I wore a shiny, black poser that couldn’t hide my always-hard cock. Two beachball-sized glutes spilled from other side and were clearly visible from the front. My waist looked like a masterclass in photoshop, its minuscule size betrayed the rest of me. As small as it was, it showcased the largest, most vascular and powerful looking abs ever imagined. A huge shadow cast by my pecs, obscured the top four abdomen muscles. My pecs twitched slightly, as they always did, slapping my cheeks. The separation between each overgrown mass was over twelve inches deep and thick, pulsing veins emerged from the centre and spread over the surface. Even relaxed, deep cords of pec meat rippled across the exposed flesh. My arms could not lower past 60 degrees because of the outrageous width of my lats, their incisions were so low, they began emerging from just above my waist. My arms, resting on my mountainous lats looked like two beached whales. Even from the front, my triceps rose almost a foot in either direction. The transition between my forearms and biceps was minimal where my elbows once lived before being encased with more muscle than most people’s entire bodies. Thankful my reflection in a nearby mirror offered me a glimpse of my shoulders since I cold not turn my head to see them myself. Each mound of muscle was four times the size of my head and under the thin layer of skin, thick, writhing masses of muscle striations and veins moved and twitched involuntarily. I raised my head a little, relishing the sensation of my traps pressing against my ears as my pecs threaten to choke me.

Total mayhem ensued. Some people screamed and ran like Godzilla was attacking, trampling those in their wake. A few people lost consciousness while other became sick at the sight. A few stood in utter shock while even less appeared to visibly aroused.

“THIS IS WHAT EXTREME LOOKS LIKE!”

I raised both arms simultaneously and started to flex. The sound of muscle slapping against muscle filled the room as my forearms, biceps, triceps and lats all fought against each other for real estate. My inhuman mass eclipsed the space around me and formed a wall of vascular muscle. My pecs rose to surround my face, obscuring my view of my reflection. I lowered my arms and with visible effort, I brought my hands together at my waist. There was no way my hands could meet because there was so much muscle in the way. My pecs inflated even more, blending into my blood-engorged shoulders. I leaned forward so I could peak over my chest to see my reflection and the sight was intoxicating. I was nothing but a wall of massive, twisted muscle and I didn’t care what the crowd thought.

“You people worship the professional bodybuilders, wishing you could reach their level of mass BUT NO ONE can come close to THIS! I never wanted to just be huge, I NEEDED TO BE THE BIGGEST. I know you think this is too much and I’m ok with that, in fact, I FEED OFF IT. I want to be so huge you are sickened by the sight of me. I want people to run screaming. I want them to get sick. Why? Because it means I AM THE BIGGEST, THE FREAKIEST, THE MOST MUSCULAR CREATURE IN EXISTENCE!”

“Can any of you imagine what having a neck that is 32 inches, a chest that’s 105 inches feels like? Of course you can’t. Do you know how hard I worked to build my arms to 42 inches, forearms 34 inches. while keeping my waist at only 36 inches? You have no idea what torture it took to grow these quads to 62 inches with calves that are 34 inches. UUUGGGHHH!”

“AND I NEED MORE!” I growled and stepped closer the mirror, people dove out of my way. I raised one arm and turned to the side. I could no longer reach the side of my head but as I flexed, my waist appeared to shrink as it tightened into a solid column of twisted muscle. My lat spread so far, it cast a shadow over my abs but could not obscure their frightening definition. I brought my other arm around and watched as my pec flexed in a wave of muscle, jutting two feet from my front. I bent my leg slightly and felt my hamstring press against my calf. With a staggering level of muscle control, I caused my glute to ripple and flex in rhythm. The combination of my fully flexed form was too much even for me, I felt cum drip from my cock. “SO FUCKING BIG!”

I was lost in my own muscle worship. When I finally snapped out of it, I looked around the gym. There were a handful of people left, including Henry, Phil and Jim. No one could look away and everyone was feeling their hard cocks. Only the most hardcore people remained, huge, massive men, salivating at the size of me.

“I knew they couldn’t handle an animal like me.” I said and walked to the smith machine. I pulled two benches into it; I could no longer lay down on just one. I grabbed an empty bar and started to slam 45 pound plates on. “Load the other side. As many as it will fit.” I said no one in particular. 

With eight plates per side, I maneuvered my massive frame onto the benches. I gripped the bar and hoisted the 765 pounds like it weighed nothing. The sight for the crowd must have been unbelievable because I heard a few moans as the bar collided with my bloated, massive pecs before shooting back up.

“My range of motion is shit with pecs this huge.” I said with no effort in my voice, completing my third rep. “But if I press enough, I get a good pump going.” The plates rattled but after ten reps, I showed no signs of slowing down. I reached 20 reps, racked the bar and slowly sat up on the benches. I looked down but could only see the thick, distorted top of my monstrous pecs. “FUCK! Bigger than 105 inches now.” I said, spreading my arms and bringing them back together, causing every muscle fibre of my pecs to swell and flex.

“That was incredible! Your pecs are so huge!” I heard someone say.

“THAT WAS NOTHING! When I lift again, remove the metal guards.” I said and laid back down, my pecs grazing the bar as I slid into position. Some one appeared on either side of me as I lifted the bar again, holding it at the top of the rep, they removed the metal pieces, designed to protect the lifter in the event they can’t complete their rep. “Put them back on top of the bar.” I said as I lowered the weight as low as I could. The men did as I asked with a look of confusion. With the metal guards now essentially pinning the bar over my chest, I let out a low growl, causing everyone to take a step back. The metal smith machine groaned in protest before the whole thing started to rise.

“ON MY GOD!” Some one screamed.

The cage still had a number of smaller plates on it, adding an additional 250 pounds to the already 765 pound bar, but I barely registered the extra resistance. “Hold the sides! Keep it balanced” I roared as people appeared on both sides, gripping the metal frame and keeping it from toppling over. At the bottom of each rep, the metal cage crashed into the ground for a split second before I drove it and the loaded bar back up. Pain started to radiate through my swollen pecs but it was not intense enough.

“NEED MORE WEIGHT TO GROW, UUUGGGRRRHHH!” I growled. “C-C-Climb o-o-on!”

The crowd stood in shock, trying to comprehend what I was saying. Jim and Phil knew not to question me and approached from either side. At the bottom of my rep, they climbed onto the metal guards and gripped the cage’s frame for balance, adding their combined mass of just over 750 pounds. Two more huge men, each weighing close to 300 pounds, followed and took positions on the other two corners. With the fully loaded bar, the metal cage and four massive men between me and my Herculean pecs, I was preparing to bench 2,300 pounds. I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes and pressed with every ounce of power I possessed. The remaining crowd surrounded the cage, holding it in place as I started to apply pressure. Nothing happened.

“NNNOOOTTTHHHIIINNNGGG CCCAAANNN SSSTTTOOOPPP MMMEEE!” I bellowed and summoned all my strength. Every muscle on my body flexed and swelled. In my mind’s eye, I could see how insane what I was trying to looked. I knew logically, one man, even one as huge as me, should not be able to lift such an incredible amount of weight but I refused to accept that outcome. If I wanted to be the biggest, I needed to lift the biggest. I raised my feet a few inches off the ground and slammed them down so hard, I heard the concrete floor crack. I gripped the bar harder, feeling the forged metal warp in my hands. With a primal scream that didn’t sound human, I pressed the massive weight off the ground. My pecs inflated as the bar rose, obscuring my face entirely. With my arms extended at the top of the rep, I could still feel my pecs touching the metal bar and that sensation pushed me over the edge. 

I rose slowly, relishing the enormity of my presence. The gym filled with the sounds of orgasm. No one had ever imagined the sight before them could ever exist in reality. There wasn’t a muscle on my 545 pound what wasn’t fully pumped. Every inch of my translucent skin glistening with sweat and was covered in thick veins. I brought my hands as close as I could but my inflated pecs were just too big to allow them to touch. Thick, titanic slabs of pec muscle contorted and reformed into a ragged mountainous landscape that didn’t resemble human anatomy. My biceps felt like they were trapped in a vice from the pressure of my pecs expanding outwardly. I saw the crowd collectively loosing their minds but I only saw my refection. I was finally the freak I had always dreamed of becoming. I was no longer a man, I was no longer human; I was just MUSCLE.