Popular Post bbmikenj Posted September 18, 2014 Popular Post Share Posted September 18, 2014 As Eddie and I went from my back deck into the kitchen, I couldn't believe how much bigger he looked after pumping himself up for a couple of hours. "I'm starving," Eddie said, as he made his way to the refrigerator. I noticed that my counters were full of stuff that hadn't been there when I'd left for work that morning. Big containers of protein powders, pre-workout mixes, creatine, BCAA's, oatmeal, big bags of brown rice, etc. Then, when Eddie opened up the frig, I saw that it was filled to the brim with food...family packs of chicken breasts, steak, fish, tons of vegetables, and gallons of milk. "Where did all this stuff....?" I said. "I went shopping," Eddie said, as he pulled out a gallon of what I thought was milk, but turned out to be heavy cream. "How did you....?" "Your credit card," he answered, as he poured half the gallon into the blender, opened a tub of protein powder, and mixed up a shake. He threw in a banana and some peanut butter as the blender ran. When it was done, he put the whole blender pitcher on the kitchen table. Then he pulled an entire rotisserie chicken out of the frig and sat down at the table with it. He popped the top off the blender and took a couple of slugs from it, then opened the chicken container and started ripping chunks of meat off it and stuffing them into his mouth. Before I knew it, he had devoured the chicken, and was chugging down the rest of the shake, tipping the pitcher back and shaking it to get all the thick liquid to run into his mouth. When he put it down, he saw me watching him, transfixed. "Did you want some?" he asked, nodding at the stripped carcass on the table. "No," I said, "I'm good." I was happy with just watching him stuff himself. Eddie got up and took the pitcher with him to the sink. He filled it up with water, then added a couple scoops from the tub of BCAA container, which changed the water to an orange color. Then he downed the whole pitcher. "God, that's good," he said, setting the pitcher down and wiping his mouth with his massive forearm. Then he peeled a couple more bananas and started eating them. "You sure it's a good idea to eat so much before the wrestling tryouts?" I asked him. He looked up at the clock. "That's not for a couple hours, man, I gotta eat to grow. Although I grew even on the crap they fed us in jail. Imagine what's gonna happen now that I'm really eating. Can practically feel myself growing. Look at my arms, man, so swollen and tight, I think the skin would split if I flexed them right now." And he was right. His biceps were so pumped. "I look bigger than I looked when I got here yesterday?" he asked me. "Yes," I said. And he did. And his skin was tight on him, like he was wearing a flesh colored wet suit. "Heh, yeah, I know I am, Cuz. And feeling so strong, too. Wait until those tryouts. I am gonna massacre anyone in my path." "How long since you wrestled?" I asked him. "I wrestled almost every day for the six months I was in jail. They had a room with mats. After my workouts, I'd challenge someone to fight me. Mostly gang members or bikers. They couldn't say no without looking like a pussy." "You ever lose?" "Dude, you remember I was state champ?" "Yeah." "Most those guys sucked at fighting, but it's still a rush to make a gang leader squeal in pain. Get him in a hold and bare down hard. And there was this MMA fighter who was in there for beating up his wife. I loved working him over, put him in hold after hold, sapping the strength out of him, then finish him with a sleeper or full nelson. Loved feeling him go completely limp, then dropping him to the mats. He got so he'd hide from me, but I always managed to hunt him down when I wanted." "Guards never stopped you?" "Nah, gave them something to watch. And there was one big old guard who'd wrestle me for fun. Used to be a champion powerlifter. Even did some pro wrestling for awhile. Dude must a been 60 years old, still strong as an ox though. Still juicing up too. The strongest guy I came across there. He taught me some pro wrestling moves. And got some gear for me, too." "Gear?" "Yeah, you know...anabolics, juice, gh, peptides, shit like that. He got some good stuff too, that's why I kept growing the whole time I was there. Came out 50lbs heavier and leaner then when I went in. And a whole lot stronger." He bounced his big swollen pecs a couple of times. Then he opened up a can that said Animal Pak on it, and pulled out a packet full of different sized pills. He filled the blender with water, and downed the whole thing as he swallowed the pills a couple at a time. He put the blender down, then let out a big belch. "S'cuse my manners, Cuz. Now I gotta go take a nap before this wrestling thing. Gotta rest up before I kick some butt. Get me up when it's time to go." I watched him saunter out of the kitchen, all full of swagger and power. He walked into the living room and plopped down on the couch. I cleaned up after him in the kitchen, and before I was done, he was snoring away. Two hours later, I went to wake him up. He was still snoring, slowly and deeply. I watched as his huge chest heaved up and down."Hey, Eddie," I said, "time to get going." He didn't budge. I went over to him and shook his shoulder. His delt was so big and so hard. I splayed my hand out across it and felt like I was trying to palm a basketball. I shook him harder. "Eddie!" I said, louder. His eyes didn't open, but his arm flew up and knocked me onto the coffee table. Next thing I knew, he was on top of me, pinning me down to the table like a gnat. "You shouldn't sneak up on a guy like that," he said. "I oughta show you what I'd do to my cell mate when he snuck up on me," he said, adjusting me underneath him. I had my hands on his forearms, which felt like steel cables. I felt his weight start to bear down on me. "Dude, you're not in jail anymore." "Yeah, well....I was dreaming I was." "And I didn't sneak up on you. You told me to wake you up when it was time to go." "Oh, yeah. The wrestling thing." Eddie didn't move, and the grip he had on my shoulders was going to leave bruises. "But I feel like playing 'cell mates' with you," he said. His grip got tighter. I felt his forearms swell. He was staring at me like he was hungry. "Get off me, ya freak," I said, struggling as if I could break out of his grip. Eddie laughed, then pushed up off me. He stood up, straddling me on the table. His torso looked more massive than ever, towering over me like that. His huge pecs almost blocked out my view of his squared-off jaw line, thick with muscle and golden stubble. The crevice between his two pecs must have been half a foot deep. I squirmed underneath him, but I didn't really long for escape. Then he ran his calloused palm across my face, scraping my cheek. "You need to loosen up, Cuz. We'll have to work on that when we get back." He swung one huge leg over my head as he stepped away from the coffee table. "I'll go get ready." Then he went upstairs. I laid on the table top for awhile, waiting for my hardon to go down. By the time I sat up, Eddie was coming down the stairs. He had on a red wrestling singlet that looked like it was painted on him, his huge muscles expanding out all over it. His big arms jutted out at a 45 degree angle as he stood in front of me. "How's it look?" he said, as he reached inside the singlet and adjusted his big genitals. "Oh my god, Eddie." I could see his abs thru the singlet, like stacked up bricks covered with red cellophane. "Heh heh. Yeah, right? Had to special order this bad boy. They don't usually make em this big. Wanna wrestle?" He crunched over into a most muscular pose. The straps of his singlet looked like they were going to snap like overstretched rubber bands, as his enormous traps rose up and pushed on the back of his cauliflower ears. "I won't hurt you too bad," he said with a smirk. "Save your wrestling for the tryout, musclehead," I said, as I got up and grabbed my keys. "Who you calling a musclehead?" he said in mock anger. Then he flexed his arm in the mirror in the hallway. Twenty-five inches of biceps muscle rose up at his command. "I'm more like a super freak," he said, kissing his own peak. "Maybe that can be my pro wrestling name. Super Freak." I rolled my eyes at his cockiness, as we headed out to my car. Maybe there would be someone at the tryouts who could show him up a little, knock him down a peg or two. But as I watched his hulking frame lumber out to my car and squeeze into the passenger seat, I doubted it. When we pulled into the parking lot next to the gymnasium, it didn't seem too crowded. But when we went inside, there were quite a few people there. At one end of the gym floor, there was a sign that said "Meet Vinny the Viking". Next to the sign was a table, behind which sat a well-built, good-looking blond stud signing autographs. There was a fairly long line of people waiting to meet him. "Must be Vinnie," I said to Eddie, who just grunted, as he looked over at the other side of the gym, where there was a large area of floor mats set up. A group of guys mingled around the area. They were a range of different sizes and builds, but most of them were big and jocky looking. "Must be the other contestants," I said. "You mean losers," said Eddie, with a smirk. There was another table at this end of the gym where Eddie went to sign himself in. As he was finishing up the form he had to fill out, two guys in bad fitting suits came over and walked onto the mats. They asked for everyone who was there to tryout to gather around, and then they introduced themselves as promoters for this new wrestling league, which they said was going to be a combo of wrestling entertainment and mixed martial arts. "We're here today to see if there's any local talent that might be able to join our ranks of fighters. We'd like to pair you up two at a time on the mats and see what you've got to show us," explained the one promoter. " Now, if you'll gather round..." "Holy shit...." said the other promoter. "Jack, take a look over here," he said to his partner, as he watched Eddie saunter up the group. Jack looked over and saw Eddie, rippling out of his singlet, looking twice the size of anyone else there. "Looks like we got a big one, Pete," he said to his cohort. "What's your name, big guy?" "I'm the Super Freak," said Eddie. Pete swallowed hard as he soaked in the size of Eddie's muscles, but Jack laughed and said, "How'd you come by a name like that, boy?" "Cause I freak out anyone who tries to fight me," answered Eddie. "Well, I can see why you might," said Jack, "but why don't we see for ourselves. Come up here on the mats and we'll find someone for you to take on." Eddie walked up next to Jack, and turned to look at the other tryouts. He was twice the size of most of them, and vastly more heavily muscled than any of them. Some of them backed away nervously as Jack looked them over. "You there," he said, pointing to one guy. "You look like a healthy victim...I mean, specimen. Step up here and see what you can do against the Freak." The guy who stepped up looked to be in his early 20's, and around 6' tall, maybe 220lbs, built like a college football star. Certainly big enough to handle himself in a bar fight. But next to the 340 pound Eddie, he looked like a junior high school kid about to take on the circus strongman. Jack and Pete stepped off the mats, and Jack said, "Ok, guys, show us what you got." Eddie turned towards his opponent. The smaller guy stood there, frozen. Then Eddie went at him, picked him up and pressed him overhead, racked him behind his neck, and started doing squats. Slow deep squats. Eddie smirked as his big thighs started to pump up, even from such a light weight for him. He did more reps, and his quad veins started to pop out all over his tree trunk legs. Tree trunks that looked hard as petrified wood. And petrified was how Eddie's opponent looked as Eddie used him as a weight. Then Eddie pressed him overhead again, and dropped him to the mat. You could hear the wind swoosh out of his lungs as he hit the ground. Eddie pinned him to the mat by putting his foot on the guy's forehead, then raised his arms and flexed into a double-bi as he stared out at the other tryouts. "Next," said Eddie. Every guy in the group backed away from the mats. Two of them ran to the gymnasium doors, pushed them open, and ran away into the night. Jack stepped back up on the mats. "Okay guys, don't worry, no one else is going to have to take on the Freak. I don't need a lawsuit when the big guy breaks one of you in two. Pete, go get Vinny over here so we can get a little action going on, see if the Freak has enough going on to take on a pro." Pete headed over to the autograph table. Jack leaned down over the guy that Eddie has just beaten. "You okay, kid?" he asked him, helping him to sit upright. The guy looked dazed, but shook his head yes. Eddie grabbed hold of his arm and helped him to his feet. "Didn't mean to slam you so hard, bro," Eddie said. "Guess I don't know my own strength sometimes." "No problem, Super Freak," said the guy, as Eddie helped him stagger off the mats and walked him back to the group of former tryouts who were staring at Eddie in awe Pete came up to the mats, followed by Vinny. "What's up, Jack?" Vinny asked the promoter. "I have a rookie I want you to wrestle around with for a minute," Jack said. "Aw man. You said I was coming just to promote the league tonight, not to fight some dude off the streets. Besides, I'm in jeans and a dress shirt." "Come on, Vinny, just a minute or two. I think this kid is gonna be something. Do it for me, just this one time." Vinny started to take off his shirt. "You're a pain, Jack. Just for a couple minutes. Where is this kid?" "Right behind you," said Jack. Vinny turned around as Eddie was walking up. Eddie said, "Hey, I know you. Seen you wrestling on TV when I was in jail." Vinny soaked in the massive size of Eddie by backing up until he bumped into Pete. "Jesus, Jack," said Vinny, whose 250lbs never looked so small. Jack laughed. "Show the kid the ropes, superstar." "You kidding me?" said Eddie. "I get to fight him?" I noticed that Eddie's voice was about an octave lower than Vinny's. "That's right, Freak. That cool with you?" "Oh fuck yeah," said Eddie, stepping onto the mats. He turned towards Vinny, then reached up and pulled the straps of his singlet over his behemoth shoulders. He tugged it down until his huge torso was fully exposed. He bounced his enormous pecs back and forth. He looked three times thicker and more densely muscled than Vinny. Then he made a fist and slammed it into the palm of his other hand a couple of times, making a hard slapping sound that echoed in the gym. Then he opened his hand and motioned with his fingers for Vinny to step up on the mats. "Come on, little dude. This is gonna be fun." 9 29 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MrAlice Posted September 18, 2014 Share Posted September 18, 2014 Aw man, I LOVE seeing Vinny get dominated! I can't wait!And I think I have an idea of who that juicing prison guard might be! 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
arpeejay Posted September 18, 2014 Share Posted September 18, 2014 Nom nom nom! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mario2007 Posted September 19, 2014 Share Posted September 19, 2014 You big tease! Thanks for the chapter, but really!!! Please post the next one like tomorrow! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
crushme99 Posted September 19, 2014 Share Posted September 19, 2014 Excellent. Just excellent. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
iceman751 Posted September 20, 2014 Share Posted September 20, 2014 lol, I love it when stories come around like this, as I'm positive the Vinny in this story is the same Vinny that faced the Mighty Beast and got his ass handed to him by the mature muscle man. Could this be a prelude to Eddie vs. the Mighty Beast? Is so, that would be an awesome sight to witness! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
xboy Posted September 20, 2014 Share Posted September 20, 2014 great work! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mickju Posted September 24, 2014 Share Posted September 24, 2014 Great Story! We need the next chapter ASAP. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mickju Posted October 18, 2014 Share Posted October 18, 2014 It would make my day to see another chapter of this! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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