Popular Post RealIn2Growth Posted October 18, 2023 Author Popular Post Share Posted October 18, 2023 Part Three Andrew McAllister walked from the locker room to the main floor of the gym. Already his pre workout had taken hold and he was ready to pump some serious iron. Walking over to the benches, he became increasingly more frustrated when he noticed that every one of them was taken, mostly by college aged kids on their phones in between sets. Andrew had been working out at Metalworks for the past four years, and was in fairly good shape for being 45 and having a fairly sedentary job. He may not have the six-pack he always dreamed of, but his abdomen was solid, his pecs round, and his biceps hard, so he had very little to complain about when it came to his body. No, the only thing he had to complain about was the rest of his life. When he had founded Andricore labs, it had been to develop pharmaceuticals. After three years of intense labor, Andrew had developed a compound which would nearly eliminate Type 1 diabetes. All of his dreams were set to come true. He could see his face on the cover of Time magazine as Scientist of the Year. Then, a much larger pharmaceutical company swooped in and offered him more money than he ever thought was possible to buy the rights from him. He would still be known as the creator, but it would be sold under their umbrella. It was only after he had signed the last document that he discovered they had bought it only to bury it. There was simply more money in maintenance than a cure. Frustrated with himself and his work, he decided to pivot and put his genius to the test by really helping the world. He would solve its greatest problem: hunger. He had the money now to do as he pleased, and this pleased him. Now, after six years, he was nearing the end of a very long journey. The trials on rats had been a success, and soon they were going to move onto pigs and chickens. If he could double or triple the size of a cow or a chicken or a pig and have it remain healthy and happy, then there would be more food for everyone. He would be the saviour of mankind! With a bench suddenly free, Andrew hopped off the treadmill he had been using to pass the time, and began racking plates on the bar. A couple of minutes later, he was on his back and feeling the burn in his chest as pressed the bar up towards the ceiling. After a series of ten reps, he stood up and added more plates. Yeah, he thought, this was exactly what I needed. With Andrew’s work, he was content. What frustrated him was that no one seemed to care as much as he did. His husband, when he was sober, only saw him as a human cash machine. The intern he had taken on, Cody, who had first been a brilliant addition to the team, was now becoming more and more unreliable by the day . First he had dropped one of the vials that held the formula, knowing they only had three and the process to make more took significant time and money. Then he left early yesterday with some lame excuse about a stomach virus. Then today, just as Andrew wanted to introduce a more potent strain of the formula to a new series of test subjects, he called in sick. Andrew grunted as he benched. Trying to clear his mind, he focussed on the weight and the burn. He centred his thoughts, focusing on the muscles in his chest, and he willed them to become stronger. He was so focussed that he barely heard the commotion of everyone in the gym talking and pointing and moving towards the front doors. It was only when he racked the bench that his eyes took in the biggest and most beautiful man he had ever seen bending over to get through the double doors of the entrance. Sitting up, Andrew was speechless. There was no way any man could be so massive. He had to be over 8 feet tall and 700 lbs of pure muscle! It couldn't be possible, yet there he was, walking towards the front desk wearing the tightest of Shirts that barely covered his pecs and leaving his 10 pack abs on display. The sweatpants the giant man was wearing had been cut right at the quads but were so tight that Andrew could see that the immense cock that lay underneath the fabric had at one time been circumcised. Andrew’s heart sped up as he took in the giant, but saw red when he recognized him as the one man he had lusted after for the past two years: Grant Channing. There was no doubt it was Grant. He would recognize him anywhere. It couldn’t be possible though. Grant was big… but not this big. Not even steroids could produce results like this. It was only when he saw Cody enter the gym and walk up to Grant that Andrew suddenly put two and two together. Andrew watched as Grant walked further into the gym, laughing with friends who were falling all over him for their attention. He was flexing for them, taking pictures with them, and lifting several of them over his head with ease. Andrew walked closer, trying to will his cock not to get hard. Grant and Andrew had fooled around only once about three years prior. For years, Andrew had remained faithful to his husband, even if he knew that the concept wasn’t reciprocated. He had tried to deny his own sexual needs for years until one day he found himself cruising on one of the many hookup apps available on his phone. There he came across Grant. He had seen Grant several times at the gym, and perhaps having recognized Andrew, he invited him over to his house. They made out and Andrew had sucked Grant off to completion. As Andrew drove home completely satisfied, he knew he was in love. The only problem was that Grant didn’t feel the same way. When Andrew had tried to hook-up again with Grant, he was kindly blown off. When Andrew approached him at the gym, Grant was friendly but cold. Finally, Andrew invited Grant for a cup of coffee, but it was refused. Andrew had obviously meant nothing to Grant… a means to a happy ending. The memory made Andrew burn as if he had happened yesterday. Now, Grant was standing in front of him, laughing with a deep bellow that filled the room, all because of Andrew’s formula. It had to be. There was no way he could have gotten this big without it. Moving quickly up to Cody, Andrew grabbed his arm. “Outside. Now!” From the look on Cody’s face, he was shocked to see Andrew, but he submissively followed him through the doors and into the parking lot. As anger erupted on his face, Andrew laid into Cody. “Sick, huh?!” “I was… I am… I’m feeling better…” “The vial. You didn’t break it. You injected it into that meathead in there.” Cody’s face turned pale. “I don’t know…” “Don’t fuck with me. You gave it to him. Didn’t you?” “I can explain…” “Yes or no?” Andrew expected to feel the anger and betrayal that was rising up within him, but there was something else accompanying the emotions that surprised him. Something he couldn’t name. “I did. I gave it to him. It was stupid. I know.” “How much?” “5 cc’s. I estimated based on the dosage you were giving the rats.” “It’s only been two days.” “I know. The results are incredible, aren’t they? If you want… I can pull some blood… we could study the effects…” As Cody babbled, Andrew tried to name what he was feeling. He was aroused, yes. But what else was it? He suddenly felt… free. If his formula had caused Grant to grow to such an immense and incredible size, what would it do if he injected it himself? When he was as big as Grant, he would have everything in the world he had ever wanted. He would throw his husband out on his ass. He would destroy the pharmaceutical company that had buried his previous formula and fame. No one would ever be able to refuse him again… especially not Grant. “It can’t be possible.” “I thought so too. But… it is.” “Don’t bother coming in on Monday.” Andrew wanted to tell Cody the truth. I’m not firing you. I just won't be there on Monday either!! I’ll be in this gym, flexing my guns and being fawned over with your boyfriend! Cody’s face fell. “I thought you were going to say that.” “You’re lucky I don’t turn you over to the police.” Andrew’s heart sped up as he thought of the possibilities that were at his fingertips.. “Thank you.” Andrew turned to go back inside but stopped. “No obvious side effects?” “None. He seems healthier than he’s ever been. He’s like a teenager. Horny as fuck!” Without saying another word, Andrew went back into the gym and headed straight to the locker room. While changing into his trousers, he happened to overhear a conversation between two gym rats. “He’s obviously on something.” “He is. I sold it to him.” “No fucking way. What?” “Sold him 2 hgh pens about a month ago.” “That gear did that to him?” “It had to have. How else did he get so friggin big?” Andrew grinned. Oh… there was another way alright. Andrew crossed over to the two men, “I couldn't help overhearing your conversation, what exactly did you sell to him, and where can I get some?” Grant grinned at Cody. Everyone was surrounding him, egging him on. Squatting down, he wrapped his arms around the fly machine. Silently counting to three to himself, he lifted and felt the machine leave the floor. Steadying himself, he flexed his quads and abs, tensed his body, and slowly raised the machine into the air. Knowing he was showing off, Grant lifted it higher, raising his arms as best as he could, and soon he was pressing it over his head. The entire gym went insane. Grant began to raise and lower the fly machine like he was doing overhead dumbbell presses, feeling the flex and burn. He grinned knowing people were taking videos and pictures of him and that soon they would be posting them to social media. As he lowered the machine to the floor with a thud, he could see hard cocks tenting several of the sweatpants and shorts from nearly all of the male spectators, gay and straight. I’m a muscle God, Grant thought, but just wait! Lifting his arms, he began to flex for the crowd. Getting out of the bedroom had been a challenge. At first, Grant had tried to do it by crouching down to pass through, but his shoulders were too wide. Then he tried it sideways, but his pecs and back were way too muscular and thick to allow this to happen. Finally, seeing no way around it, Grant began to tear apart the wall with his bare hands, folding it inwards like an accordion. He had tried his best to keep the house intact as he passed through it, but he soon found that it just wasn’t made for a man of his size and stature. Without even realizing it, he knocked a hole in the wall right after pulling the handle and door off of the refrigerator. Even when he tried to sit gently on the sofa, he felt the entire thing collapse underneath him with a thud. All he could do was laugh. Grant was getting off on his size, secretly enjoying every bit of the destruction he was causing. It felt great knowing that at that moment he was the strongest if not the biggest man on the planet and everyone was getting off on him. As he had gotten older, he had worried that he would fade into obscurity and live a life alone with maybe a dog or cat. He had always known that he was made for more. He had joined the Marines at 19, fought in several skirmishes overseas, been shot in the arm and back by the enemy while saving a pregnant woman and her two kids, and had ended up back in the US after 12 years serving his country, worn but ready for life. With some money he had saved, he had invested in a new trend called a FoodTruck. If there was one thing Grant knew, it was food. With his partner, he found the best chefs, helped design the menu, and discovered that what they had to offer was wanted by lots of people. One truck led to three… to five… and then to his first restaurant. Now, at 47, he had 4 restaurants around the United States, one of them a Micheline Star, but he was still unfulfilled. Then he had met Cody. Cody filled nearly the entire gap in his life, but even after Grant knew he was madly in love with Cody, he sensed there was something still missing. He didn’t know what that something was or that it had a name until he had begun the journey he was on now. Muscle and Size!! What he had always imagined was only a fantasy was actually happening to him. He was growing bigger… stronger… and better than anyone alive, and he was going to keep on growing. He had thought the pressure and energy would have hit him again by now, but it seemed to be biding its time… gaining strength. All the while Cody had been out looking for something for Grant to wear, he had been expecting it to occur. He could feel it. He could practically taste it. The pressure and energy was still there, and soon it would strike again. Grant couldn’t wait. He needed to get bigger. That night, after fucking Cody three more times and leaving him exhausted in his bed, Grant crept as best as a 600 lbs man could, over to the dresser and removed the second HGH pen. Quietly, he injected himself again until the pen was empty. Then and there, he had felt the pressure and energy well up within him, but no significant mass was gained. It had only made him so incredibly horny that he had to wake Cody up so that he ride him once again, Now, after walking to the gym nearly half naked thanks to Cody, he was surrounded by worshipers. This was something that he had always fantasized about and was glad that he could make it happen. Walking over to the much larger cable machine, he stood next to it and smiled. “How much do you think this thing weighs?” “1,000 lbs.” One guy cried “1,500 lbs,” another shouted. “Anyone know? I’m guessing it's twice the fly machine. That was probably 1,000 lbs and I barely felt that. So… let's see how easy this is.” Grant grabbed a hold of the weighty machine, and without even bending down this time, slowly raised it up off of the ground. The bulk and weight felt good in his hands. Testing himself, he released his right hand, and succeeded in holding the entire thing up with one hand. Grant let out a laugh. An idea popped into his head that would allow him to really demonstrate the strength he now had. Putting his right hand back on the cable machine, he began to press the structure inwardly as hard as he could. After a moment, he could feel the entire thing begin to give way as the metal buckled and it began to fold together in his hands. Over and over he did this, flatting several areas, until the entire structure resembled a large metal cube. His cock hardened as he looked at what his bare hands and brute strength had accomplished. The crowd went wild. Never in their lives had they seen such a feat of strength. Jacob, the owner of Metalworks, wasn’t sure what he could possibly do to stop the destruction Grant was doing to his gym, so he stayed quiet in the background and hoped that Grant would soon get tired and leave. Instead, Grant began to do a commercial for the gym for everyone that was recording him. “I’ve been coming to Metalworks for the last 5 years. It's one of the best gyms around. That’s why I’m giving it 100,000 dollars for new equipment and a possible expansion. This gym made me the man I am today and I want others to experience how important a gym is in a man’s life.” He looked down at Cody who was standing near him. Cody. What was he going to do about Cody? They’re time was starting to run out. How many days did they have left before they had to say goodbye? Three? Five? A week? Cody knew it was coming. Grant could tell. They just didn’t speak about it. This was the reality of a dream come true. Grant knew, just from a feeling in his own body, that the formula, combined with the HGH, had altered him completely. He sensed that he was going to keep growing more and more muscular… more and more massive… and more and more monstrous. Each time the pressure and the energy filled him, it was stronger than before. He didn’t think it ever was going to stop. It was going to keep Grant growing until he couldn’t grow anymore. He was going to grow until it killed him. He was terrified of this, but ready to take on the adventure as it came his way. He couldn’t tell Cody this. Thanks babe for the injection and the size… but I think you might have killed me in the process with my own dream! As if the pressure and the energy knew what Grant was thinking, sweat began to bead up on his forehead and his heart began to race. A hot flush ran through him which made Grant take in an enormous breath. Looking at Cody in the eye he smiled. “Ready for… round three… Cody?” “It’s gonna happen? Here?” “At least… it’s a big… room!” 37 4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Popular Post RealIn2Growth Posted October 19, 2023 Author Popular Post Share Posted October 19, 2023 Part Four With a quick jolt that radiated outwards from the centre of his body, Grant felt himself start to shiver, then shake, and then quake. The pressure rose up so quickly within him that he could hardly catch his breath. Like an erupting volcano, the pressure filled every available space and then demanded even more. The pressure needed him to grow. It WANTED him to grow. The more space it could fill, the stronger it became. He was merely a vessel for the pressure and the energy. Grant knew that and was happy to serve. Grant felt like he was strapped to a rocket that was shooting him higher and higher into the atmosphere. He groaned loudly as every muscle on his frame began to swell. His neck grew even denser as the muscles in his face began to expand and thicken. The skin tightened and pulled taut around the engorged muscle until it felt paper thin. From there, his neck ballooned even more immense with meaty muscle until it no longer resembled a human neck but more like something that was merely an offshoot of his chest and back. More like the neck of a bull. Cody looked around at the crowd watching Grant grow. He expected them to be shocked or afraid by what was occurring right in front of them, but instead, they all appeared to be growing aroused. Several guys already had their hands down their shorts and their sweatpants and were stroking hard and leaking cocks. Cody looked back up at Grant. His eyes were closed and he was breathing rapidly in and out. Each time he inhaled, his chest and ribcage swelled consistently larger. Cody was worried that Grant’s growth seemed to be much more severe than the last time. Muscle mass was packing onto Grant at a more frantic pace, while his frame grew more immense. When the bones of Grant’s shoulders crack roughly and loudly forcing a cry from Grant’s mouth, Cody called up to him in a panic. “Are you… okay?” Not able to speak, Grant lifted his right arm and raised his thumb at Cody. He tried to turn his head to look at the crowd that was surrounding him, but as his traps rose up even higher and his neck expanded further, he was finding it much more difficult to do so. As his back widened to a greater expanse, his pecs became even further engorged with bloated muscle. Soon, even though the weight caused his nipples to point down, the muscle mass began to bloat and rise up, taking up more room on his chest. Beneath his pecs, his abs burst loudly into enormous plates of muscle, quickly revealing a magnificent 12 pack wall for Grant’s worshipers to drool over. That’s how Grant saw the crowd now. They were his worshipers. He was the deity of their religion. Muscle. He was becoming their God. Barely able to speak, Grant called out to all that would hear: “Do it! Worship… muscle… unlike any… you’ve ever… witnessed… in your… life.” One guy in the crowd didn’t have to be told twice. He was quickly on his knees and licking Grant’s expanding feet; sucking on toes that were growing larger than some men’s cocks he had been with. Once one started, several others followed suit. Soon, six gym members had stripped naked and were touching, stroking, massaging, and worshiping Grant’s increasing muscle mass. When the bones in his spine cracked, Grant felt himself riding upwards. His arms and legs lengthened at the same time as they thickened with more and more engorged muscle. When his quads swelled, he found that he now needed to squat down in order to make room for further augmentation. Grant gasped when he took in himself in several of the gym’s mirrors. His musculature, while still getting larger, was beyond anything even he could have imagined; and he had a vivid imagination when it came to muscle. Every muscle group on his developing body was bloated beyond any comprehension. Thick with power. With this new eruption of growth, Grant was quickly transforming into what he had always dreamed of being: a creature of pure muscle. His body shook again as he swelled larger. Cody stepped back as he heard Grant laugh insanely. While he was terrified of what was happening to his boyfriend, Grant appeared to be welcoming it more and more. In less than a few minutes, Grant had gone beyond any resemblance of a superhero mixed with a bodybuilder and became something that Cody couldn’t even name. It was almost too much for him to handle. He wasn’t even sure if he could call Grant human anymore since his body had passed human comprehension minutes before. To the crowd, Grant appeared to be gaining nearly 100 lbs of muscle every few minutes, and he was only getting bigger. A handful of gym goers turned away and left the gym, not able to handle the grotesque creature that was bursting with muscle before their eyes. Others couldn’t get enough, and they began to masterbate while watching him grow more and more immense. Grant took one step, and felt the floor below him protest. His cock arched upwards as it began to lengthen further, soon rising up obscenely towards the rafters from his crotch. It was now so large that there was no way Cody or any human would ever allow Grant fuck him again. Grant didn’t care. He relished the idea that he was too big for anyone to ever be able to take. That made him more superior in his eyes… more masculine… more virile… more of an alpha. He reached out and began to stroke it himself, feeling the weight and the thickness of his cock. The fact that Grant hadn’t grown significantly taller only made him look more enormous. He could feel how heavy his entire body was now and the amount of strength it would take to simply move his own mass. Below him, the floor began to protest further, and Grant knew that soon it would no doubt give way. He widened his stance to give himself a greater surface area to stand and perhaps give the floor a few minutes of relief, but it didn't seem to do much good. When his body quaked even more aggressively, several of his worshipers stepped away. “Don’t… be… afraid!! I’m… I’m…” Grant lifted his arms as he felt his biceps and triceps rupture with more muscle. His biceps were now nearly as round as some of his worshiper’s own chests. His forearms were definitely larger than their quads… and his quads… there was nothing he could think of to describe the two pylons of muscle he was standing on. Each gulp of air Grant took propelled his muscles to even greater feats of growth. His body had never felt so alive. It was as if the new found energy that was coursing through each and every vein in his body was there simply to fuel him. He felt the cement floor beneath the gym padding begin to crack. Several of the machines fell over causing more gym members to run for the doors. Looking across the room at the wall of mirrors, Grant was shocked to see that he filled them completely. Only weeks ago he took photos of himself flexing for Cody in one of those mirrors, and now his body filled all four. He couldn’t even see his feet or his head. Turning to look at the five worshipers who remained, Grant ended up knocking down several more machines and trampling on another. This caused him to laugh again. Fuck… he was going to have to donate more than 100,000 to this gym. They were going to need at least half a million to rebuild!! “Look… at… me!!!” Both Cody and the worshipers were shocked. Was that Grant’s voice? It had plummeted so deep that they all felt it in the pit of their stomachs when he spoke. “I’m… the most… muscular… man… on the… planet! Never… will there be… anyone… bigger than… me. More powerful… then… me! I’m… your… muscle god… made flesh!!” Grant released a loud roar as his entire body quaked again causing another eruption of muscular growth. This time he shot up even higher and he was towering above the crowd at over ten feet tall. Everyone stepped back as Grant appeared to swell further with gargantuan muscle. Never in their wildest dreams could they fathom what Grant was becoming. Cum erupted from Grant’s elephantine cock as he roared. It quickly coated the floor and the mirror with thick white seed. As he came, Grant continued to grow both wider and taller until soon there was barely any room on his body for another pound of muscle. Deciding it was what they were all begging for, Grant turned his body and began showering his worshipers with cum. Many, turned on by what they witnessed and hoping he would share some of his gains with them, began to lap it up like ambrosia. Others ran their coated hands over their faces and chests, bathing in the nectar released from his cock. As Grant’s ejaculation slowed down, so did his rapid growth. Soon, he was standing before those that had remained, panting and trying to catch his breath. “This… will take all… of you… but I want… you to measure me. I want to know how big I am now before I grow again.” Whispers passed around the group. Grow again? Was Grant going to get even more magnificent? “Cody.” Cody stepped out from the crowd and climbed a ladder that happened to be leaning against one of the walls. Near the top, he positioned himself so that Grant could view him over his mammoth pecs. “There you are. I want you to lead them in taking my measurements.” Grabbing two of the men, both of them personal trainers at the gym, Cody asked them to find as many measuring tapes as they could. Returning with six, the group that were left all began to use them to measure Grant’s mass. As the measurements were taken, Cody called them up to him. “Grant! Your feet… are over two and a half feet long.” “Go on.” Every time Grant spoke, his voice echoed around the gym. “Your quads are 6.85 feet each.” “Fuck yeah.” “Your waist… it’s 7.18 feet around.” “Bigger than any of you is tall.” “Yeah.” “My cock? Tell me how big it is.” “It’s two and a half feet long and 1.25 feet around.” “Now my chest.” For this, Grant had to kneel down, forming two craters where he landed. “Your chest is… 13.45 feet around.” Hearing this, Grant laughed. “Bicep.” “Your biceps… they’re 5.87 feet around.” “My bicep peak is taller than you now, Cody. Isn’t that funny. No wonder it’s gotten harder for me to… YES!!” A loud rumble emanated from Grant’s body once again forcing the entirety of it to quake violently. One of the Personal Trainers who had been measuring his bicep was thrown backwards into a hip abduction machine by the sheer force of being walloped by one of Grant’s hands. Several of the other men ran over to him to make sure he was okay while Cody stepped back and watched Grant’s body be inundated with waves of aftershocks. The sounds of stretching, swelling, cracking, and grunting rose up from Grant and echoed loudly around the gym. To Cody, this fit seemed even worse than the actual growth spurt. A sudden loud splitting and fracturing came from Grant’s face, and everyone watched as the bones of his skull began to alter slightly with his jaw becoming more prominent and squared and his brow ridge more distended. Grant’s cock began to leak a constant river of pre as it stretched and grew. His body bloated even further with muscle mass, quickly gaining, what Cody could only estimate, another 500 lbs. As if needing to create more room to add more muscle, Grant’s arms, legs, and torso stretched significantly longer. After about three minutes, the fit began to fade, and Grant found himself gasping for breath. What he had just experienced was beyond any other aftershock in the past, and he began to wonder if what he was seeing was a pattern leading to a time of continual growth. Would the aftershocks become just as strong as the growth spurts until there was no telling one from the other? “Nothing… to worry… about. Just an… aftershock. I’ll have a couple more of them in the next half hour or so.” His body was so heavy now, and with some effort, Grant stood up. Grant loomed over the gym floor at least two feet taller than he had stood less than five minutes prior. He was getting extremely close to the 15 foot ceiling, and he wondered how long until he tore out of the building completely. The thought excited him, and his cock leaped at the idea of his body ripping through metal and wires, rising up out of the wreckage of a building he had spent so much time in. “Sir?” It was one of the personal trainers speaking to him. Since it was nearly impossible to see over his pecs or turn his head, Grant wasn’t sure which one. “Yeah?” “Do you want us to measure you again… since you grew so much more?” Grant felt several hands and tongues begin stroking and licking the lower half of his body, which meant that some of the men had begun to worship him again. “Do it.” The men quickly grabbed the measuring tape and ladders and went to work. “Feet: 33.79 inches.” “Quads: 8.87 feet.” “Waist: 8.98 feet” “Cock: 3.10 feet long and 1.75 feet thick” “Chest: 17.61 feet” “Bicep: 6.72 feet” “Height: 13.6 feet tall.” “You're a giant, Sir.” “Not yet… but soon.” It’s happening much faster than my estimates, he thought. I imagined it would take me several days to reach this size… to reach this mass. My time frame is growing shorter as I get larger! Grant began to walk around the gym floor, pushing equipment out of the way like they were children’s toys. Even my feats of strength less than an hour ago are nothing to what I could do now. By looking in the mirror across the gym, Grant found that he could see the men who had stayed to worship and serve him. They only come up to my knees now. These grown men only come up to my knees! “I wish I could give you all a taste of how incredible it feels to be this tall… this muscular… this powerful. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. Tell me. How does it feel knowing you’re all so small compared to me?” Pitiful.” “Emasculating.” “Tragic.” “Glad it’s you. You deserve all the size you’re gaining.” This was from the PT Grant had knocked into the piece of machinery, and he seemed fine, perhaps only a little dazed. "Lonely.” Grant recognized Cody’s voice even if he couldn’t see him. To Be Continued... 31 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post RealIn2Growth Posted October 20, 2023 Author Popular Post Share Posted October 20, 2023 Part Five Andrew was a genius. He knew this. His genius could have saved or revolutionized life on the planet. It was all he had ever wanted. He had tried, but something always got in the way. There was always a bigger fish in the pond forcing him down. No longer. He was going to be the big fish from now on! Literally!! The Megalodon! Andrew laughed to himself as the eight IV drips fed the new SmartSerum slowly into his body. The revised formula had proved too thick and oily to inject into the muscle with only a syringe. This was no doubt due to the complexity of the new ‘Smart Serum’ he had created using the second generation of his original formula when combined under both heat and pressure with human growth hormones. Under observation by electronic microscope after the new serum was fed and processed by the computer, Andrew was quick to see how, by simply introducing specific strands of the human growth hormone, it significantly altered the growth properties of his own compound. These properties reached an even higher degree of efficacy when the synthetic testosterone was bound to it, creating something that was more potent and stronger than anything he could have designed himself. Feeding in into the processor, he further altered it. Over and over he redesigned the new compound, bypassing warning alerts he had once placed for himself. The substance that was eventually processed and released was a burnt amber colour and had the viscosity of tar. There was no way he would be able to inject this with an average syringe. Andrew quickly set up eight drip lines attached to a pressure distributor and drove the 2.75 inch needles into both glutes, both quads, his biceps, and pecs. As the serum entered his body, Andrew clenched his hands and grit his teeth. Each area stung at first and then proceeded to grow in intensity until it felt like his body was being incinerated from within. His original intention, after studying the computer generated growth sequence of ‘The Arcanian Smart Serum-Generation 3,’ was to inject only 3 syringes of 8cc’s each. This would have given the agreed upon output of body alterations. The only problem was that it would have taken upwards of 72 hours. He didn’t have 72 hours! He needed to show Grant up now! He reduced it to 60 hours by adding another syringe, then to 48 with another, then to 24, then to 5 hours with the seventh. The eight was just precautionary to ensure the pinnacle of results. Andrew counted on the fact that by inundating his body with a highly potent dosing of The Serum, raising the 8cc’s of each injection up to 12cc’s, his body would ascend to a higher state of musculature. In Layman’s terms, the 8 doses of 12 cc’s each was going to transform him into a muscle god of proportions that would rival Grant… possibly even dwarf him! He finally take what was his… or die trying! The serum was cool entering his muscles, but radiated waves of heat as it sat before being absorbed and spread throughout his body. As he lay on the steel table, the metal cooling down his hot, he chanted a mantra to distract himself from the flashes of nausea and burning: “All of this will be worth it to achieve my goals. A form will be created of absolute strength and absolute power. I will be the world and control it… amplifying my body… my genius… my needs… by monumental degrees.” He could feel his 5 inch cock start to get hard as he thought of all of the advantages his new size would bring him. He remembered the looks on the faces of the gym goers when they looked at Grant as his massive form entered the gym. Tomorrow, that would be him! Tomorrow would be the start of a whole new life. He would have it all. Andrew’s balls began to churn thinking about what tomorrow held. With his new size and strength, Andrew would be able to satisfy Grant in ways no other human could, especially Cody. He would always be ready to take Grant’s cock whenever he wanted it. Yeah. When he grew into a muscular beast like Grant, Andrew would finally get everything that he deserved. His transformation would be monumental. He could sense that as he lay there, becoming more attuned to his body. He closed his eyes and pictured the mass monster he would become. He saw himself strutting into the gym and showing off. Grant’s cock would get hard just seeing him, leaking a river of pre. Andrew could see himself standing before Grant… flexing for him… his musculature surpassing Grant’s! Maybe he’d grow bigger than Grant. Stronger. Better. He’d take Grant, flip him over, and fuck his tight hole! Yeah, the formula he had injected was of a new strain, so he’d definitely grow bigger than Grant! He’d tower over him… all strength and muscle. He’d have absolute strength and absolute power. With a grin, as he watched Grant get down onto his knees to worship the bigger man… Andrew’s body began to quake before him! His heart sped up as he saw himself growing again… this time even bigger… stronger… more primal! Primal? He wasn’t sure why that word popped into his head so suddenly, but it took root and Andrew liked the way it sounded. In his mind's eye, Andrew watched as he grew bigger and stronger and more powerful. He began to panic. He was getting too big! He was rising up over everything! His muscle mass… it was… he couldn’t even describe it! Andrew tried to open his eyes… to get out of the nightmare he was facing… but he couldn’t. He just kept growing and growing and growing, his body constantly mutating to be able to pack on more and more mass. He watched himself rising higher and higher, unable to fight the power of his own transformation. He heard screams… people had stopped worshiping him and were now running from him! He begged for it to stop, but he kept growing bigger and more monstrous. Flashes of Grant filled his mind. Grant looked perfect! Beautiful. His musculature was a thing of the gods! He looked as if he were sculpted out of marble and put on display. Where, in opposition, what was Andrew? What had his own formula done to him? His growth was out of control! His rage was out of control! He hated Grant with every fiber of his soul. He despised him and all he represented. He would destroy him. An alarm sounded, waking Andrew up from his fever dream. Finally, after 56 minutes, the process of inundating his body with the SmartSerum was over. Removing each of the eight long needles seemed a relief. Sitting up on the table, his head swam and for a moment Andrew thought he was going to vomit. The injection sites looked swollen and were hit to the touch. Massaging the areas with his hands, he slowly began to feel slightly more like himself. Moving off of the table, he unhooked the tubing from the machine and threw them and the needles into a sharp container. Then, walking naked over to the desk that held the processing computer, he grabbed the one final vial of his original formula that was left. Crossing over to the FlashFlame Condenser, he set the vial within it and sealed the door. After tapping several buttons, he heard the familiar whirl of the machine coming to life. The smell rising up from the machine was much more acrid than usual as it destroyed the entirety of its contents. It was best this way. He couldn’t risk anyone attempting to follow in his footsteps. Moments later, the condenser bell rang three times and the vacuum sealed door popped open. Steam rose from within burning Andrew’s nasal passages. He coughed several times as the steam entered his lungs. Opening the condenser’s hatch, he was pleased to see that neither the vial or its contents remained. Satisfied, he walked into his office. Sitting at his desk, he called his husband Tyler, and wasn’t surprised when the call was passed to voicemail after two rings. He texted, asking where Tyler was, but even though he could tell that the message had been read due to the check mark turning blue, there was no response. Throwing the cell phone onto his desk, Andrew began to pace around the room, anger rising up within him and emanating throughout his body. He couldn’t understand how he and Tyler had gotten to this point. They had met at University, both had been each other's first boyfriend, and twenty years later they were still together. Well, ‘still together’ was a loose term for only living under the same roof and barely talking. Tyler was happy to spend Andrew’s money but not happy to share his bed. He knew Tyler cheated on him. He’d hired a private detective several times, but even when faced with evidence of his indiscretion, he always denied it. Andrew knew why Tyler didn’t leave. He could do whatever he wanted with no consequences. Tyler had millions at his fingertips to spend, and knew that if Andrew ever threw him out, he’d legally have to give Tyler even more in alimony then he was spending at the moment. So, he stayed. It was Andrew’s fault Tyler acted the way he did. He was weak. He should have thrown him out on his ass years ago. Instead, he gave Tyler more and more in hope he would go back to being the loving partner he had been when they first met. Andrew talked a big game in his own head… but when it came to action, he was as spineless as a jellyfish. Everyone walked all over him: Tyler… Grant… Cody… an entire pharmaceutical company! Everyone! Andrew stopped mid pace as he felt a slight burning in the pit of his stomach, radiating downwards towards his testicles. Quickly, with each heartbeat, the smoldering fire spread into his legs… up his core… radiating into his chest, down his arms, and flushing his face. He felt a bit drunk as his body temperature rose slightly. A grin spread across his face. Was he experiencing what Grant went through when his body started to explode with size? What was it going to feel like to stand head and shoulders above the crowds? Andrew couldn't wait to walk into that gym the next day, showing off his size to everyone just like Grant had, flexing and posing. It would take Grant down a peg when he discovered he wasn’t the only one who was an eight foot behemoth. It would probably turn Grant on knowing this was another like him who could take what his body was able to dish out. There was no way the wimpy Cody could satisfy him the way Andrew would be able to when he was the same size. Images of himself rising over the world caught him unawares and he was thrown backwards against a wall. He saw himself on a rampage… obliterating everything and everyone in his path. He watched as he grew even more immense… even more subhuman. He was growing into a creature of such muscle and such size, ruled by its instincts and brute strength. His muscles mutated further on his body, growing more and more complex. Moment after moment, new anatomy formed on him… new muscle groups… as he proceeded to grow and grow and grow. Wind whipped around him as he tried to take in what was happening. His cries… deafening roars… A scream escaped Andrew’s lips as he found himself back in his office, not the burning wasteland of his imagination. Remembering the image of himself his imagination had conjured up caused him to shudder. A brief laugh left his lips as he attempted to ground himself back in the reality of the cold room he was standing in. It was nerves. Of course it was nerves. He had injected himself with a foreign substance with no definitive results. Andrew’s mouth and throat were dry, and he found himself desperate for water. Moving back into the lab, his hard cock bobbing as he walked, he started to cross to the kitchen but stopped when he saw the flashing on the screen where he had generated the growth sequence. Over the course of the past hours… as it had computed further… the outcome had changed. Andrew dry swallowed as his eyes scanned the screen. Then, with a shaking hand, he switched it off and continued his journey to the kitchen. Grabbing a glass from the cabinet, he filled it up from the tap and quickly drank the contents down. Not satisfied, he filled the glass again. Just as he brought it to his lips, Andrew’s hands began to shake and then went rigid. The glass dropped to the floor, shattering into millions of tiny shards. Andrew felt a sharp snap in the palm of his hand that radiated out into each of his fingers. He tried to rub the pain away with the thumb and forefinger of his left hand, but soon this hand was also experiencing a similar pain. Crunching and cracking noises rose up from his hands, growing louder and more severe. A shiver of heat ran through his body as his hands went rigid again and began to slowly stretch longer. The hands he was used to using each day at work slowly expanded, growing bigger and wider. Opening and closing his now noticeably larger hands, Andrew began to notice how much more powerful they felt. As if encouraged by their owner's own lust, the growth picked up speed and soon Andrew’s hands were lengthening and thickening at a more severe rate. This is it, Andrew thought, this is my beginning! Andrew’s body shivered as a new sensation began to take hold of it. At first, it was difficult to recognize what it was, but the only way Andrew was able to describe it was as if a slight pressure had begun to fill him. The pressure wasn’t uncomfortable at first, but as its intensity mounted, so did a greater discomfiture. It was the engorged and tight feeling of having over eaten at a buffet restaurant but going back and downing several more platefuls. The skin covering his entire body felt tight as a drum and only proceeded to grow tighter as the pressure within Andrew mounted in severity. His breaths suddenly came in shorter spurts as he experienced a greater sense of the pressure demanding to be released. Lifting both arms, he felt the pressure fill up every available cell, swelling and demanding more room. Then, through no will of his own, Andrew began to strain and push. Andrew groaned as he pushed. Instead of expelling it, the pressure only seemed to gain further strength. He pushed again with and even greater effort, allowing the pressure to take possession of even more of him. Quickly, Andrew began to sense that his body was becoming made more of the pressure than himself. His mind flashed to the computer screen as the pressure continued to mount. To be the world and to control it. That was what I had asked for… begged for… but wasn’t it a figure of speech? I can’t possibly… Andrews' entire body shook. Groaning and pushing, he heard and then felt various bones in his body snapping and breaking. Gulping for air as his 6 foot body inched up higher, Andrew heard the screams, but he pushed it. Observing the cabinet across from him as a reference point, Andrew watched it dip lower and lower as each minute passed. Stepping backwards, he was thrown partially off balance, not used to how it felt being three inches taller. Rolling his shoulders, he felt them snap and start their own journey growing wider. Yearning to watch himself stretch both taller and broader, Andrew walked out of the kitchen, tripping on feet that had also begun to expand.. Stumbling into the bathroom and catching himself in the mirror for the first time, Andrew stopped and stared. Having stood 6 foot for nearly his entire life, his reflection now showed an athletic middle aged man that was standing at an estimated 6’4 and proceeding to grow taller. A burst of laughter exploded out of him as his legs stiffened, shook, cracked, and elongated. Grabbing onto the porcelain sink, Andrew felt his entire body rapidly expand. His head was inching up past the mirror. Groaning, he shot up even higher and his body took up more space in the bathroom. Must be… nearing 7 feet tall now! Nearly as tall as Grant… Already! Going to catch up to him… faster than I thought! FUCK! The computer screen flashed before his eyes again. The burst of red spelling out Warning nearly blinded him. The programme had halted itself when the prediction went beyond comprehensible numbers. Andrew focused on his reflection as he shot up even taller, his entire body lengthening at an accelerated pace. With difficulty, he went to his knees so as not to crack his head against the ceiling of the bathroom. His shoulders now took up more of the space in the small room as they pressed against the walls. His head swirled as another wave of pressure took hold of him. Andrew laughed as his body took up more of the room. It had never been a very large space to begin with, housing only a toilet and a sink and a mirror, but now his body was in possession of the entire thing. There was nowhere he could turn without seeing a lengthening arm or leg or chest. Soon, he knew that he was going to need to get out of it, but he just couldn’t take his eyes off of himself growing taller in the mirror. As his torso lengthened, his head inched up higher. Andrew felt the pressure whipping through his body, taking root in every cell. Looking deep within his eyes, Andrew spoke aloud to the pressure as if it was a cognisant being.. “Just as you are creating me… I created you. I invented the formula… that brought you… to life. I injected you into my body. I have given you… a home. I have seen…” Could he say the words? “I have seen… what you want me to… evolve… into. I’ll make you… a deal. Let me take… what is rightfully mine… Let me have… everything I want… and I’m yours. I’ll allow you… to grow… until there is… only you… and I… left.” Flashes of himself passed through his head once again. He watched himself grow more and more mountainous… indescribably immense. His musculature… his cock… the entire size of his body was beyond comprehension. How could he live? Andrew watched as his muscles took up every available space on the globe with its mass. It was him… and he had everything he ever wanted. He had supreme power over everything. Andrew laughed with the sound of thunder as he grew and grew… blotting out the sun. The ground shook beneath his immense feet. He was three times larger than Everest and he was still growing! He was a God! Andrew began to cum as he shot up taller. His growth and his ejaculation lasted for over a minute before the pressure began to fade into various areas of his body. He could still sense it was there… resting… gaining strength to remake him. For now, he had to be satisfied with what he was given. Moving himself backwards and out of the bathroom and into the lab, Andrew was finally able to stand up. Watching himself rise, he was dumbfounded as he rose up past the height of the bathroom door jamb and neared the 9 foot ceiling. I have to be… nearly 9 feet tall! He turned around and saw how low the lab tables now were compared to his elongated frame. Walking around the much smaller room, he enjoyed the idea of towering over everything. He questioned why the pressure hadn’t built up his musculature or his cock, which now looked ridiculously tiny on his large frame, but he knew it would be coming soon. First, he needed to go home. He had some unfinished business to attend to before the pressure could have him completely. Andrew’s entire body shook as various bones cracked and split. The pressure welled up in him again, and he found himself rising up higher and higher. The room spun as his head connected with the 9 foot ceiling. The fit lasted for another twenty seconds before it faded and the growth stopped. "Over… 9… feet… tall. I’ve grown over 3 feet already! I’m taller than Grant!!" Andrew moved carefully through the lab, kneeled down, and crawled into his office. He needed his clothes in order to get home. Picking up his shirt, he slipped his long arm into the sleeve, but found that although he hadn’t gained any additional musculature, he had expanded quite a bit and was now too big to fit into it. Forcing his arm in caused the shirt to tear, allowing him to get it partially on his body. He tried to do the same with the left arm, but this caused both the sleeve and the back of the shirt to tear until his shirt was hanging off of him in two pieces. Since his trousers would prove to be just as much of a problem, Andrew decided to only slip his briefs on. They were extremely tight in the leg holes and waist, but he knew he could deal with that until he got home. HIs balls and cock felt heavy in the pouch, and he sensed some slight movement. First Tyler, he thought, then Grant. Then you can have me. Then we become the world. Wearing only briefs, Andrew knew he couldn’t walk home. He wasn’t ready for the world to see him as he was at the moment. When it did, he would be a massively muscular God of a man with an enormous cock. They would fall to their feet worshiping him then. They couldn’t see him like the out of proportion stick insect he looked like now. He would have to drive home. Somehow. 29 5 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
superkappa Posted October 20, 2023 Share Posted October 20, 2023 Andrew's character hits all my buttons! I look forward to read of his monumental and destructive growth, keep it up! 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GINGERSUPERMAN Posted October 20, 2023 Share Posted October 20, 2023 Yesss love Andrew. Can't wait for his vengeance 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NeedMore123 Posted October 22, 2023 Share Posted October 22, 2023 This is one of those stories where Im jumping around every day, anticipating the next chapter! 1 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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