muscle-growth The Impossible Discovery

[SeaMusc]

The NON-Fiction part:  On March 19, 2015, a group of scientists convened to urge a moratorium on the use of CRSPR technology in humans in ways that would produce heritable traits.  Long-term impacts of manipulating the human genome in the way that CRSPR does has far reaching consequences.  Since this moratorium was recommended the same week that I decided to write this story, I felt that it would be a very interesting (fascinating, really) way of bringing this new technology into our muscle-obsessed fictional world.  

 

If you want to read more that isn’t too technical:

 

http://www.nytimes.com/2015/03/20/science/biologists-call-for-halt-to-gene-editing-technique-in-humans.html  - especially interesting are the first and last paragraphs.  

 

http://www.nytimes.com/2014/03/04/health/a-powerful-new-way-to-edit-dna.html

 

 

I have always enjoyed fantastical world of genies and strange serums that can cause growth.  Those worlds have limitless ways of being expressed and have infinite avenues to pursue for those of us with fertile imaginations.

 

This story is a little different.  Before I started my own journey as a health care provider, I worked in research.  Stories that have some grounding in science—and therefore are theoretically possible—make me especially interested.  That is where this concept came from.  The processes explained in this tale are real.  CRISPR, epigenetics, and BDNF are all very real avenues of research.  I am taking these processes and applying them to a potentially real-life application that we all love, and get off on…growth.  

 

If you are curious and love to geek out about science, Wikipedia is a surprisingly good source of BASIC information.  Under BDNF, look for the “neurogenesis” and “cognitive function” headings especially.  For Epigenetics, Wikipedia is good, and there are other sites with information.  As for CRSPR, the articles linked above are fairly accurate and not too watered down.

 

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The Impossible Discovery

 

 

He could feel the heat radiating from his titanic companion.  He was no small man at 6 foot 7 inches, but the thing in front of him was much larger, both in height and in shear volume.  Without looking up, his eyes met the other at the lower edge of the monster’s pecs if he looked straight ahead into the pulsating wall of man-beef.  Its pectorals jutted straight out from the clavicles for inches before beginning to curve down. When the enormous loaves reached apogee from the thing’s body, the skin looked as if it were straining to hold the fibers together. It looked like a course cheese grater had been used under the skin to carve long fibrous strands of individual bundles that erupted explosively with every breath the massive creature took.  

 

Rivulets of sweat trickled down the steep sided canyon between the beast’s shredded meat pillows and dumped into a constant stream of warm perspiration winding over and between jutting vein riddled abdominals.  His serratus muscles shot out jaggedly from where they seemed to erupt from hidden ribs that had found themselves buried under inches of thick, impenetrable meat.   Drops of sweat beaded up and then fell from his nipples and the smaller one resisted latching on and sucking and gnawing on the pendulous bulbs covered with both of their juices.  It took every ounce of the smaller man’s self-control to stand still.   The heavenly stench of fresh sweat, salty cum, and musty testosterone filled the air around them.  It didn’t matter that they were outside.  The scent of sex and distilled manhood was oozing out of both of them in waves.  

 

The beast stepped back away from his smaller companion.  The quads detonated into hundreds of cords that only bared slight resemblance to the anatomy of even a heavyweight bodybuilder.  The shear massiveness of his legs could have produced their own gravitational field.  Where the leg muscles of a well-conditioned man should have been, dozens of thick arm-sized power cylinders rippled outward as the automaton took his step backwards and away from the smaller one.  Waves of striated microfibers strained against the skin and thumb sized vessels coursed just under the surface, pulsating with pure unadulterated strength and might.  

 

The monstrous mountain looked over his coffee table sized chest and into the eyes of his companion.  His face was flushed and beads of sweat dotted his entire face and shaved head.  Veins wandered across his temples and his tri-colored eyes were clear and bright, staring at the man in front of him.

 

“Fuck! That was incredible.” The beast’s voice pounded against his partner.  “I can’t believe you are hard again, man.”

 

The small one looked down through his own substantial pecs.  He could just see the head of his engorged cock standing straight out from his body at least 16 inches.  The tip was oozing thick clear precum in a constant stream.  The giant licked his lips—he knew how sweet that viscous liquid was. 

 

“I have much more to seed you with, you fucking ape.  You want to GROW MORE or NOT?  Now turn around and bend over!”

 

“Yes, sir!” The giant beast’s eyes flashed with a look of complete lust and hunger for the smaller man’s cock.  

 

“I’m just getting started. By the time I’m done with you, you won’t be human anymore. I’m going to FUCK YOU HUGE!”

 

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Skye opened his eyes just a little bit.  He felt his boyfriend’s body against his and went back to sleep.  It had just been a dream, but a hot dream.  He could feel his hard cock throbbing before drifting off again.  

 

Next to him, Will’s mind raced.  Even lying in bed, wrapped in the warm cocoon of his boyfriend’s embrace, he could not stop thinking of the possibilities that had been shared with him earlier in the night by his brilliant man.  They had been talking for hours – since about 6PM--when Skye picked him up at work.  He knew that Skye had been working on something for months but with all of his powers of persuasion, could not pry the man’s tight lips free.  That’s how Skye operated.  He was meticulous beyond measure and more brilliant than anyone Will had ever met.  Even Skye’s colleagues and superiors nodded in deference to his mega-charged mental abilities. 

 

Will had always been his one-and-only confidante and neither of them had hidden anything from each other since the night that they first met three years ago.  That is, until a few months ago when Skye mentioned that he was working on a present for Will and would say nothing else until the time was right.  Will had tried repeatedly to get hints out of the man, but to no avail.  It had become a game between them and a fun one at that.  More than once, Will cozied up to Skye on the couch, in bed, or while walking around town on the weekend and asked him,” Hey beautiful. What are you working on for me?”

“You’ll see soon enough, Big Man,” was Skye’s typical response to which Will would proceed to “punish” his brilliant other half by spanking him on his muscular tight ass, or pinching his half-dollar sized nipples, or wrapping his huge meaty hand around Skye’s large responsive cock without warning.  Any one of these “punishments” would no doubt start the two on some animalistic fuck session.  They could barely keep their hands off each other as it was.  The game just gave Will an excuse to paw at his man.

 

It wasn’t as if Skye complained at all.  He had fallen head over heels for Will the first time they talked.  Like so many love stories in the gay community, theirs started one serendipitous evening at the local gym.  

 

Skye was in his last year of his MD/PhD program.  Being in a program that graduated him as both a physician and a PhD prepared researcher left very little time for his extracurricular activities.  He had been working on his doctoral programs for 6 years and only had one left and he couldn’t be happier.  One thing that he always made time for was the gym.  It was a space that he could put his headphones on and disappear.  

 

He had always wanted to be one of those huge guys that he saw throwing around weights and grunting. He wanted to be enormous, but he didn’t have the time or energy to prepare food, eat many times a day, or spend more than a short time in the gym every day.  Even so, he was always secretly lusting after those men.  He wanted to touch them, to sleep with them, to be part of their group; but he kept telling himself that his sacrifice would be worth it and it would give him a better future.  After he was done with his program, he would be able to devote even more time and resources to his physical goals.

 

One crisp day in the late fall, Skye parked his car at the gym, grabbed his black duffle from the back seat and opened his door.  The cool sweet air hit him in the face and he breathed in deeply and smiled.  Fall was his favorite time of year.  The air just smelled better – sweeter somehow.  He walked into the gym and said hello to the workers at the front desk.  They were always so friendly to him.  He knew that he was a very attractive man with a beautiful tight body so he wasn’t a stranger to turning heads.  At 5 foot 8 inches, he wasn’t tall, but the 180 pounds he carried was all muscle bunched up on his arms, shoulders, pecs, and ass.  He had bulges where it counted and that made him feel better about his lack of desired mass.  That knowledge allowed him to walk with confidence and attract attention where he went. His hair was dark, his eyes an emerald green that often compelled people to ask if he was wearing colored contacts, but he wasn’t he would assure them.  

 

He passed the front desk and turned the sharp corner to the left to head to the locker room to change.  Coming around the corner, he waived to one of the muscle-bound men next to a squat rack, Jason.  The two had become friends, and Skye had fucked the man on more than one occasion. Jason had been the only one at the gym he had messed around with.  

 

Just as he put his hand down from his wave, he turned toward the locker room door and ran straight into a hard warm wall.  The man before him grabbed him firmly by the upper arms to prevent him from falling, looked down and simply said, “Excuse me,” while smiling like the Cheshire Cat. 

 

“I’m so sorry!  I wasn’t watching where I was going.  I…uh…saw a friend over there. Sorry again,” Skye blathered.  Looking up at the taller, larger man, he was immediately overcome with lust.  

 

“Damn, man. You are cute! I think I’ve seen you around here before.”  Will stuck his large meaty hand out to shake Skye’s. “I’m Will.  It’s ok, by the way.  I can handle someone walking into this wall of muscle.”  He chuckled to himself all the while looking at Skye’s face. The smaller guy couldn’t take his eyes off of Will’s mammoth chest.  He towered over Skye at 6’ 3” and weighed at least 230 pounds, maybe more.  He was solid and built like a side of beef.  A thin layer of fat covered his muscle gut abs, but he looked powerful, like a bull after a good year on heavy feeding.

 

“Hey Will.  Yes, I’ve seen you around.  You are hard to miss.” Skye couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face.  Will wasn’t the largest guy at the gym, but he was handsome and kept his head shaved making him look like a young version of Mr. Clean.  He had checked the guy out many times, but he never though that Will noticed. “I’m going to go change, but I’m sure I’ll see you out here in a bit.” Will still hadn’t let go of his hand.  All Skye could think about was the size of the guy’s mitts.  He had huge hands—like trying to shake a Christmas ham.  The skin underneath his knuckles was rough from countless hours with weight bars.  He had put time in to get to his size.  

 

“Ok, I’ll see you soon, man.” Will just smiled, like he knew something that his new friend didn’t.

 

A few minutes later, Skye walked out of the locker room to start his workout.  Will was just waiting, leaning against the wall. “Hey Skye.  I am actually done with my workout, but I wanted to know if you would like to meet me here tomorrow and grab some dinner afterward.”  The larger man looked timidly at Skye and held his breath.  Skye could tell that Will wasn’t used to being so vulnerable and nervous.  

 

“Oh…” His face flushed red. “I am so sorry.  I can’t tomorrow.  I’m leaving for a conference in the afternoon and I wont be back for a few days.” Will looked down at his feet like a reprimanded schoolboy.

 

“Ummm…OK.  Well, I’ll see you around I’m sure.” It was Will’s turn to blush and he felt himself wanting to just disappear.  He thought for sure Skye had been interested.

 

“I can’t tomorrow, but do you have plans later?  Like…in a bit after I workout here? I would love to have dinner with you tonight.” Skye saw the defeated look on the other man’s face change to positive radiance.  

 

“I’ll be back to get you in two hours.  Is that ok?”

 

“That’s perfect, Will.  I’ll be waiting.”

 

A couple of hours later, Will pulled to the front of the gym.  Skye had showered and was waiting just inside of the doors.  The bigger man jumped out of his car and went to open the passenger door for Skye. “Who said chivalry is dead,” Skye quietly uttered and smiled up at Will.  

 

On the way to the restaurant, Skye kept looking over at Will’s face.  His eyes were an arresting combination of blue and green with shocks of silver grey around the edge.  His eyes were like nothing Skye had ever seen…and he always looked into a man’s eyes.  They were one of his favorite parts.  In Will’s eyes, he saw determination and strength mingled with desire and passion. 

 

He then looked down a bit and onto the fucking battlefield sized pecs that nestled below the bull neck that Will commanded.  Will was barrel-chested and from the way he moved, puffing his beefy mounds out, Skye knew he was proud of his pecs.  They snuggled into his shirt like a couple of lambs looking for their mother’s teats, except instead of being soft and gentle, the things looked like they could demolish cinder blocks if confronted by them.  And crowning each one, Skye could see the plump bud of Will’s nipples.  They were pushed out toward the outside third of Will’s meat pillows and faced slightly downward.  Skye had an urge within him to reach out and give one a squeeze, but he thought better of it.  

 

Will’s shoulders arced out away from well-worked traps and his hard bulbous biceps pressed against his short sleeve shirt leaving little to the imagination.  Skye noticed a thick healthy vein emerging from the shirtsleeve and descending down the swollen bicep muscle.  When it hit Will’s forearm, the vein shattered into an immense network of smaller tributaries running just under the surface of Will’s thin skin and ended as they fed into his fingers.  He then let his eyes lower more and saw that the tight shirt that Will had picked out emphasized the beginnings of a small muscle gut.  He could slightly make out the outline of Will’s abdominals (he wasn’t completely shredded), but they were pushed out just enough to make it look like he had eaten a large meal. 

 

“FUCK!” Skye thought to himself.  He loved big pecs and he loved muscle guts.  His breaths became shallower and he felt himself getting hard.  He slid his gaze quickly to Will’s legs.  They had power in them.  He could see that Will’s pants were maybe one size too small--on purpose--and he didn’t mind.  He could see the large thigh muscles pressing against his well-faded and comfortable jeans and the large mounds of meat extending past the knee in large teardrop shaped nobs.  The man had legs!  The tightness of the jeans did nothing to hide the enormous package that Will was wielding.  His crotch held a bulge that looked like he was attempting to smuggle some sort of large citrus fruit in his pants.  It was impressive. 

 

“Oh my god,” Skye whispered under his breath. His mouth was slightly open, and then he saw Will’s body shake a little.  

 

“Hey there, Skye….Earth to Skye…” He lifted his eyes from Will’s cock and balls and Will was staring his directly in the eyes…chuckling softly to himself.  “I think you are hot too…seriously, I have been checking you out for months.  I never thought I would work up enough nerve to ask you out though, until today,” Will casually said.

 

“Me? You were nervous to ask me out?”

 

“Of course!  You are so handsome.  You have the most amazing tight body.  All the guys think so. The big muscle guys at the gym are always talking about wanting to get you into bed but as far as I know, only that giant, Jason, has done it…so, I never thought you’d say yes. I was so nervous to ask you out!”

 

“Well, I’m glad you did, Will.  I’m glad you did.”  Skye reached over and placed his left hand on Will’s thigh, just above his knee.  He swore that he saw Will’s cock jump an inch.

 

Later that evening and after dinner, they sat in the quiet low lit restaurant and just talked.  They talked about dreams and fears, of love and heartbreak, and of how much they were enjoying themselves.  

 

“Will, tell me a little about you growing up.  What makes you tick?” Skye realized that they had discussed many things, but not their pasts and he was curious.

 

“Well, I was raised in this little town far away from the lights of a big city like this. I was obsessed from a young age with getting big.  See, my parents are kind of short.”  He let lose a rumbling chuckle again.  “My dad is about 5 foot 6, I think.  I got fucked…sorry…um, I got the short end of the stick in the genetics department…at least for what I wanted.  I never thought I would get taller than my dad, but I wanted it so bad.  I would lay awake at night willing myself to get taller.  I would think about it all the time, even when I was small.  I knew that size was power, and I wanted to have that. It consumed me…it still does, to be honest.”

 

“So you are a size and strength man?  I think I may be disappointing to you then.  If you haven’t noticed, I’m not one of the huge guys, unfortunately.” Skye suddenly felt self-conscious.

 

“Well, I think that big strong guys are amazing, but that’s not necessarily what I am looking for in someone else…for me, I want to get big. Being strong is a perk, but fuck!!!...I mean…um, sorry, I swear a lot and I’m trying to be on my best behavior.  I want to impress you.”  Will blushed again.  He wasn’t used to letting someone have this kind of effect on him. “I am an alpha, damn it! I don’t apologize for shit!” he thought to himself.  But he knew in this moment, where he was now, and with this person, he wasn’t the alpha…not tonight.  He wanted to impress this handsome man sitting across from him.

 

“Will, feel free to swear man.  Fuck. Shit. Ass. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! See, its OK…just tell me about your desire to be big.  When did that start?” A distinct tone of pleading came through as Skye questioned his date.  

 

The big guy just looked at his date and smiled.  He laughed again. This guy was full of surprises. It sounded like he had found a muscle and size whore…and now he had been given permission to say “Fuck” and not feel badly about it. He was going to be ok, he reassured himself.  

 

“I guess it started one winter.  I remember it being so cold.  Everything was frozen and there was snow on the ground.  It must have been January or February and I was about 8 years old.  My dad worked out a few nights a week at the local YMCA and it was his “alone” time.” Will shot Skye a look, like he was about to reveal some terrible secret and when he spoke, his voice was quieter.   “I went along with him one evening.  I can still remember the smell of the place.  Sweat, iron, wood, the musty smell of communal showers, and…the smell of men. If you’ve ever been in an old-school gym, you know what I am talking about. Sweat, testosterone, and iron…fuckin’ no smell like it in the world, man.”  Will was growing a chubby just thinking about that place years ago.

 

Skye was looking intently into his date’s eyes. He nodded.  He had been in those kind of places where the men thrust weight around in an environment that seemed more like a gorilla cage than the slick hypoallergenic gyms so popular these days…his cock twitched.  The thought of that smell made him instantly horny too.  

 

“So, I went that evening and saw these men.  They were big everywhere.  Much taller than my dad, much thicker, huge arms, huge pecs, huge legs…and with thick beards.  They looked like man mountains.  They groaned and moaned and yelled as they pushed around the weights.  They were so powerful, and so big….Sooooo big.” Will’s voice trailed off to a whisper.  Skye kept getting harder and harder.  The tone of Will’s voice was full of eroticism.  It was the voice of pure lust. He looked over at Will and the larger man was adjusting his crotch a bit. Skye knew that Will had an enormous raging erection.  He could see it on his face and more so, he thought he could smell it on some level. 

 

He continued.  “I felt something that I had never felt before.  The feeling started in the pit of my stomach and worked its way down to my balls and worked its way up to my throat.  I remember feeling my heart pound and my chest get tight. I remember my mouth getting dry and my throat closing up.”  He paused to slow down his breathing. “ I wanted to be one of those huge guys.  I wanted to carry myself that way and be positively enormous.”  He paused again for several seconds, not looking at Skye. It was obvious that the story had increased the sexual tension between the two.

 

Then, he looked Skye directly in the eyes and held his gaze for several seconds as if he didn’t know how to proceed. “I wanted to be much bigger and more powerful than they were.  I wanted to dwarf them…and I still want it.” He stopped at that and waited for Skye to say something.

 

After a long silence, Skye reached across the small table and took one of Will’s big rough hands.  “You got so much bigger than you thought was possible.  Will, you are well over 6 feet tall and you are built like a brick house, man.  You did it against all genetic odds.”

“I know.  I think I just forced myself to keep growing and getting bigger.  I mean, I put in countless hours in the gym and I was sure to get the best possible nutrition to improve my chances of growing, but I guess when I stopped getting taller a few years ago, I felt that I had still been short changed.  I wanted so much more…I still want so much more.” There was a pleading tone to his voice as he uttered the last sentence.  The heartbreak of a lost dream emerged and combined with the sexual tension between the two. It was a strange feeling.

 

“Honestly, Will, I understand.  I want to be huge too.  Maybe not to the same scale as you, but I have been so devoted to my life and profession that I haven’t been able to sacrifice to get there.  Someday, I want to be built like you…even more muscular…um, not that you aren’t.  I just want to be ripped and huge.  Like I said, I understand. “

 

“Well, that’s refreshing.”  Will took his other hand and placed it on the hand that Skye was holding. 

 

“That’s not all, Will.” It was Skye’s turn to pause and look uncertain.  He proceeded with caution, “I want to be huge and ripped, yes.  But I want my man—whomever that is—to be bigger.  Much bigger.  I want to feel safe and protected, Will.  I want to feel that my man is invincible and would level mountains if I asked him to.  I want to be able to curl up on his body like a newborn on his father’s chest.  I guess, if we’re fantasizing about our dream man, that would be mine.”

 

There was silence at the table for a full minute.  Both of the men couldn’t tear themselves away from each other’s gazes.   

 

Will gulped, obviously flustered, “So, tell me about you, Skye.  We’ve talked about me for a while.  Tell me about your life.”

 

“Well, I grew up here.  My family owns a few luxury automobile dealerships and I often spend time helping my dad run them when I have some extra time.  I love sexy cars! I worked there growing up. Now I am in my last year of an MD and PhD combined program.  I am specializing in endocrinology and genetics--gene therapy to be exact.  And my PhD work in on something called CRSPR.  It is a new way of working with genes and gene expression.  It is fascinating.  I would be happy to share more with you sometime.  Someone I have been working with just won the Nobel Prize for our work on the project. But, now it seems like talking about heavy science would kill the moment we are having.” He laughed a bit to himself.  

 

Will just stared into his eyes.  Will was in trouble.  He loved smart guys.  Especially smart handsome one’s with nibbleable pecs, tight waists, and high round asses.  

 

“I hope that I get to hear all about your work some day. It sounds interesting!.” Will let go of Skye’s hand, grabbed his napkin and dabbed his mouth.  A server was about to walk by. “Can you point me toward the restroom?”  The young woman dressed in black pointed to the far corner of the restaurant. Will looked at Skye, “Excuse me for a moment.  I’ll be back shortly.”  When Will stood up, Skye saw Will’s cock snaking down the side of his tight jeans.  The thing looked enormous—and hard.  Almost the size of two soda cans one on top of the other.  And halfway down his thick massive thigh sat a huge wet spot.  As he rose up to leave the table, Skye got a whiff of musk coming off of Will’s crotch in waves.  He almost passed out. “Who the fuck is this guy?” he thought to himself as he gawked at Will’s powerful muscled ass walking away from the table in those tight-as-fuck jeans. 

 

“Fuck it!” He said out loud to himself as he stood up and walked quickly toward the bathroom just a few seconds behind his muscular date.  He went to open the bathroom door and it was locked. Jiggling the handle, he said in a firm voice. His mind was two steps ahead and already had his hand down Will’s pants.  “Will, its me.  Open the door.”  He said it with authority. 

 

The door opened slightly.  Will stood there with his pants unzipped and had started his attempt at getting the waist of his jeans over his squat-and-lunge induced hockey butt.  His beastly cock was standing out parallel to the floor from where his low hanging large balls met his groin.  

 

“I think you have something that I want,” Skye uttered in a commanding voice.  He shut and locked the door, stepped forward, sank to his knees and put his large warm pouty lips around Will’s manhood and began to suck as if his life depended on it.  

 

From that moment on, the two were inseparable.

 

That night was the first of countless nights the two spent together.  Outside of necessary absences, like Skye’s conference, they had not spent a night separated from each other in three years.  They could not get enough of each other’s bodies, senses of humor, goals, and desires.  They shared a passion for pushing themselves to physical limits and became each other’s personal cheering section in the gym. They wanted to be as close to each other’s fantasies as possible.  Not only that, they were falling deeply in love. No one ever saw them apart. 

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Will still lay wrapped in the warm arms of Skye, wide-awake.  The soft snore of his boyfriend was so soothing to him and he always could fall asleep if he heard it.  

 

Tonight had been different though.  Skye had finally shared with him the surprise he had been holding out on.  Will felt numb and for the first time in a long while—slightly scared.  If he were to accept this gift, it would mean all of his wishes would come true as well as those of Skye.  But the piper would need to be paid.  

 

Things would change drastically.  Most importantly, there would be the initial separation.  He didn’t know if he could survive without being able to touch Skye for hours on end every day.  He didn’t know if he could go days without seeing him.  He didn’t know if he could stand not being able to wake up to Skye’s beautiful green eyes, full lipped kisses, and smile.  He didn’t know if he could withstand a day without the sensation of Skye sticking his fingers into his crack and playing with his tight hole. Skye loved to tease him like that.  Skye had a thing for playing with his tight pucker, and he loved it too.

 

He didn’t know if he could go for longer than two days without feeling his giant cock nestle into his lover’s body. He didn’t know if he could bear the thought of going more than those same two days without hearing the moans and cries of Skye as Will plowed his massive cock into his handsome boyfriend’s ass, hitting his prostate and driving Skye wild with lust and love.  They both loved sport fucking.  Would it be worth it?

 

Skye was more important than his muscle and size obsession, but Skye had a convincing way about him.  Skye knew that he could successfully give them both every desire they shared and fulfill their every fantasy—and do so safely. His beautiful man would NEVER put him in real danger and he knew that.  

 

Skye was sure, so he was also sure.  There was no one smarter than his man.  

 

He lay there awake.  The sun was beginning to come up and Skye pushed his back into Will’s huge barrel chest, longing for more skin contact even when completely asleep.  Will placed his strong veined arm across Skye’s chest and pulled him in tight. He drifted off to sleep for a couple of hours before his other half began to stir. 

 

“Will.  Will, are you awake?” Skye spoke quietly.  He knew that Will liked to sleep in sometimes on Saturdays. 

 

“I am, Beautiful.”

 

“I don’t want you to do this if it is too much or if you are unsure at all…I want you to be happy, and I want to be happy. Don’t let the excitement of my scientific accomplishment influence you. I love you regardless of our fantasies.”

 

“Just one more question, Skye.  Do you think you can live without me for the first phase?  I don’t know if I can stay sane without you.  I don’t know if you can stay sane without me. I know from what you said that it would just be the first phase that we can’t be together.  But…Fuck, Skye.  I don’t want to be separated from you—ever!”

 

Skye pushed his back further into Will’s massive chest and eased his glutes into Will’s semi-hard cock. Then he turned his face upward and said, “I don’t want to be away from you for a single day either. But, you have a chance to fulfill your dream and my fantasy. Do you think it will be worth it?”

 

Will looked down and saw how much Skye wanted this and he knew that he did too. “Yes, my man.  It will be worth it.”

 

They spent the next four hours alternating between making love and fucking like wild animals.  It was beautiful.  The choice had been made. 

 

Will lay there thinking about yesterday--the day that changed everything. 

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Skye picked Will up at the office building where he worked.  He looked giddy with excitement, like a young schoolboy who had kissed his first crush.  

 

“I am ready to unveil my gift to you, Will.  Everything is in place.”  Skye was electrified.  “I want to go right home and tell you all about it.  I ordered dinner to be delivered in a little while.”

 

“Do you want to go workout?”

 

“I want to share with you what I have been working on…so, maybe we can skip today?”  Skye knew that this was bigger than their daily routine.  And soon Will would agree.

 

“Ok, you sexy fuck.  Whatever you say!”  Will was excited because Skye was obviously about to burst.  They made their way back home on the busy streets of rush hour.

 

After they had changed into more comfortable clothes, they stood in the bedroom.  Skye leaned in to kiss his boyfriend.   Will put his giant hands under Skye’s arms and lifted him up easily so they could kiss straight on.  It was something that Will liked to do.  It made him feel big and strong.  Skye liked it because it made him feel safe and protected.  Will was a protective man and loved Skye with a ferocity that made others notice immediately.  When he picked Skye up so easily, he was communicating so much to his lover.

 

When he lowered him down, Skye took his hand and walked him into the dining room where he pulled out a chair for Will to sit in.  Skye pulled out the chair next to him and pulled it closer to his big lover.  Their thighs were touching and Skye placed his hand on Will’s massive chest.  

 

“Will.  I am ready to share my present with you.” He stopped and gathered himself together for the most important sentence he had ever uttered, up to that moment.   “Will, I can grant us all of our wishes about your size…and mine.”  Will looked at him quizzically.

 

“I can do it Will.  I can make you grow into a mammoth man, larger than those men at the YMCA when you were younger.  Larger than the biggest guys at the gym.  I can do it.  I have figured out a way.”

 

Will looked at Skye and knew that he was telling the truth.  A lump developed in his throat and he couldn’t swallow.  Was Skye telling him that their fantasies could come true?  He knew that Skye would never say such things without being certain.  It was one of their many shared secrets…this desire for Will to grow and for Skye to not be far behind.

 

“How?” Will said simply and softly.

 

“Do you want the short version or the long version?” Skye looked like he was going to combust he was so excited and turned on.

 

“Short. I wont understand your long version…too many geeky science words.”  There was no laugh in Will’s voice, but looking back, they both eventually would think that this was a funny comment. 

 

“Ok, I’ll be brief but cover the important stuff.” Skye put his hand against Will’s cheek and reached up to give him another kiss.  He knew that once he said what he had to say, their lives and relationship would change—and he hoped only for the better.

 

“First of all, Will, there must be two stages to your growth.  The first stage, I have called The Priming.  In this stage, we will take advantage of a relatively recent advancement to the field of neuroscience: epigenetics.  This pretty much means that your environment will dictate much of what your genetics will produce.  For so long, we thought genetics were fixed.  Genes were expressed, and bam…there you are. But this isn’t how it works really.  Epigenetics claims, and rightly so, that your environment plays a critical role in how your genes are expressed and it does so throughout your life. It involves methylation and acetylation and a lot of other things that are hard to understand, but I want to use an example…” He looked at Will intently.  He wanted to know for sure that Will understood what he was saying.

 

“Think of those huge-as-fuck men who are in prison.  Their diet is shit!  They don’t have much access to extra calories, especially protein, they only have an hour to work out every day, but they are thick as bears, strong as elephants, ripped and  HUGE!  How do you think that happens? It goes against every bodybuilding principle.”  Will shrugged his shoulders and looked at Skye with a questioning expression.

 

“It’s the environment, Will.  Something about being around all of that testosterone, anger, fear, violence…their bodies respond if given the proper trigger, like weightlifting.  They become huge because their mind and bodies demand it.  The environment demands it too.  Something happens to their gene expression and different genes are turned on to make them grow into muscle beasts. Regardless of exercise time or quality and quantity of their nutrition, they grow to be huge fucking muscle bulls.  It’s quite amazing! For you though, not only will this environmental aspect need to be engaged, but I will need to give you something called BDNF.  It is a neurotrophin that will cause new neuron growth in your brain in order to accelerate the changes and magnify them. That part is key.”

 

Will just stared at him waiting for more.

 

“So the first stage is to naturally change the genes that are being expressed in every cell in your body through a high testosterone and high stress environment and then to buttress this change with exaggerating its effects in your brain. We have to put you in a position to have this type of transformation. 

 

Your limiting factor, at this point in your life, is your height.  Since your growth plates have closed, we will need to reverse the ossification process of your growth plates and activate those bone growth cells again so that you can grow to the limits of your potential…which is much more that your current 6 foot 3 frame.  I have been working on such an injection for quite some time.  Originally it was to be used for patients with growth deficiencies, but it should work for you as well.  You have a growth deficiency in a way…you and I both want you to be so much bigger.  I am going to go through the same process so I can grow as well.  But we both want you to remain larger than me, so I will not be going through the Priming. That is just for you, Big Man.”

 

Will was starting to look more convinced.

 

“After the first stage, your body will be ready to receive directions to grow from any stimulus.  Your bones will be primed to continue lengthening and your brain will be primed to permit expansion of your body in so many ways; organ growth, vasculature, and most importantly, your muscles. Your brain and every cell in your body will be ready to turn on those genes that will make you grow, grow, GROW!  That’s where CRSPR comes in.”  

 

This process is quite new, but it will harness the willingness of your body to expand and combine it with a genetic transformation.  With CRSPR biotechnology, I will be able to completely annihilate every mysostatin gene in every cell in your body.  You would pack on hundreds of pounds of muscle without doing a thing--that is if your body hadn’t been primed, but it will have been so I can’t know the amount of muscle you will pack on, but it will be fucking unbelievable…literally.  I can insert genes  that will activate your growth plates, I can manipulate your organ sizes to compensate for your increased mass…anything we decide to do, I can do it by rewriting the DNA in every cell in your body.  Not only will your cells be primed to change, we will be actively manipulating those cells to do whatever we fucking want them to. ”

 

“Skye, is this real?”

 

“Will, we are going to turn you into a god.  And I am going to be right there with you, standing at your side as I have been and always will be.”

 

“FUCK ME!”

 

“That will have to wait until later,” Skye forced out a laugh.

 

“What is important about the second phase, or the growth phase, is that the DNA will be rewritten in your cells by means of a massive infection that must be delivered somehow into your system.  Once the virus gets in, the viral particles will inject every cell they comes into contact with genes that I can then engineer to splice into your DNA.  It will work, and it will be fucking unbelievable.”

 

“How are you going to get these virus particles into me?  You know how I feel about shots.” The big man rumbled a forced laugh.

 

“I’m going to infect myself. I want the same genetic mutations to occur in me, remember.  And it will be so much more fun that way. We are going to be closer than ever, Will.  I am going to infect myself with a load of viral particles that carry these CRSPRs and I am going to fuck the virus into you…It will be like getting the flu, but instead of getting sick, you are going to get fucking HUGE.  I am going to literally fuck you into being a monster.  GOD that is so hot!”

 

“I agree Skye.  I want you to fuck me huge.  Fuck me until you dry up… and then keep going.”  Will was starting to get excited now. His huge cock leaping up in his pants.  He looked at Skye wild eyed with a love that he could no longer contain.  “Let’s go fuck each other and talk about this more after dinner.”

 

“I couldn’t agree more, Big Man.  I am so turned on right now!

 

 

They talked into the night after they satisfied each other.  Lying there in bed, sweaty and naked, Will’s swollen manhood was still inside of Skye’s gorgeous ass and had been for over an hour.  They cuddled, holding each other close—all salty and sticky with cum.  

 

“Tell me more about this first phase.  If I can’t be with you when it is happening, I need to know what you have planned.  And WHY can’t I be with you? How will my mind be rewired to accept this growth?”

 

“This is the tricky part, Will.  The most data I can find about men undergoing this strange change is when they are incarcerated. I know this is scary, but I have figured out a way to get you into that environment and then extract you when the time is right.”  Will pulled away, his eyes wide.  

 

“I have it planned out Will.  I need you to trust me through this process.  I have been so careful in my organization and for planning every possible scenario…I have flow-charts mapped for every possibility.  It will be ok.  You will need to be framed for something, arrested, and jailed…but I will have mountains of evidence that will be unleashed on the courts to prove your innocence when the time is right.”

 

“I’m not a criminal!  I don’t want to be locked up, man.  Is there another way?”

 

“You big beautiful brute,” he reached over and tugged on Will’s pendulous nipple, “I wish there were a better way, but the data supports this type of situation to maximize the results.  I will be sure that you are taken out of that environment as soon as possible.  I’m thinking probably a couple of months will do with the change accelerants you will have on board.  Will, I will be with you in every moment.  I will be thinking of you the entire time, just waiting for you to be ripe for the picking.” He leaned over and gave Will a firm kiss. He looked into his big man’s eyes and realized that Will had tears in his eyes.  “What’s wrong, Big Man?”

 

“I am so excited by what you are saying, but the most important thing in my life is YOU! Can I be away from you that long? My heart is racing, man.  I don’t know…”

 

“I will be able to visit frequently.  I will be there as much as I am permitted to be.  I will not leave you alone in there, you mountain of fuck meat! You are MINE and I will take care of you, just like you have taken care of me.  It WILL work.” Skye smiled and wrapped his arms around his man’s tight muscle gut.  “I love you, Will and I will get you out of there as soon as I can.  Phase two will be much easier on both of us I think since we will be together, and that’s when the real growth will happen anyway.  I know you can do it and I will be waiting for you.”  

 

The next day, Skye brought home a briefcase full of syringes and sealed bottles and ampules.  They were ready to start the treatments to soften their growth plates, reestablish the osteoblasts that would create more bone, and the BDNF that would allow Will’s brain to remodel itself at an accelerated rate while he was away.  Will was a champ, and allowed himself to submit to Skye’s treatments, even though he HATED needles.  He had complete trust in his boyfriend. 

 

After a few weeks, he hadn’t noticed any changes, but Skye assured him that there wouldn’t be any this early.  Somehow, he hoped that his progress could be met without the second part of the plan…his confinement.  

 

The injection schedule proceeded for a few more weeks.  Then one day, Skye looked into Will’s dazzling eyes.

 

“It’s time, Will.  You are ready to go in.  The levels of the hormones we have been working on are high.  The growth plates in your bones are beginning to soften and that process will continue over the course of the next few months.  I need you to tell me that you are 100% sure that you want to do this.  We can just stop now and continue on with our regular lives.” It was Skye’s turn to feel worried and concerned.  He had been so excited for the past couple of months about bringing his project to fruition; he had rarely let himself think of how lonely he would be without his big, strong boyfriend.  What would it be like to spend every day for weeks entirely alone? He loved this man more than he loved himself—far more, he had realized recently.  

 

“You sex beast!  I am ready.  I have complete confidence in you. I am ready if you think I am ready.”

 

“You are.”  Skye looked at Will’s big masculine body and felt like he was saying goodbye to an old and trusted friend.  He knew that the next time he saw Will, he would have already started to change. Suddenly, a shock of apprehension flooded him.  “Am I ready for this?  What will happen to him in there?  What kind of man will come home to me when this phase is done?”  He knew that the BDNF would help in strengthening Will’s mind and would establish stronger connections between the brain he would develop inside the jail and the body that he would start to grow when he was out; but he also knew that he couldn’t predict how Will’s body or mind would actually respond to the testosterone fueled environment that he would be living in. The plan was set to go into effect now and he only hoped that the same happy, loving Will would emerge on the other side—albeit with a vastly superior capacity for growth. 

 

“Tomorrow, it will happen Will.  So that you are completely caught off guard and are convincing, I think we should keep with the plan of you not knowing what you are going to be convicted of.  The less you know about that, the better.  Will, do you trust me?”

 

Will took Skye’s chin into his large meaty hand—the hand that had touched him a million times. “You are everything to me. I trust you completely and I will be praying every moment to see you as soon as I can.  Now lets spend the rest of the evening together…no talking about anything other than you and me.  I want to just hold you tonight and kiss you. I want to do things to you that I will miss for the next couple of months.”

 

With that, Will grabbed Skye’s hand and for the last time for a while, walked him into the bedroom.  That night, of all others in their relationship, cemented them together as a single unit.  

 

They cried, and fucked, and laughed, and smiled.  They spoke of the past and of the future.  They made plans to travel and plans to go to the beach in a few months. They held each other gently and they grabbed each other tightly, not wanting to let go.  It was the most intimate time that they had ever spent together in their three-plus years of dating.  

 

Before they drifted off to sleep, Will got out of bed and walked naked into the kitchen.  His muscular back bulging with strong and powerful mounds of muscle.  His thighs and calves looked healthy and thick in the light coming through the window. Skye was struck, for the thousandth time, by the majestic power of his boyfriend. He felt a lump rise in his throat and felt that he would die if he could not touch Will for two months.  

 

Will returned to the bedroom with something in his hands.  

 

“Skye.  You look so angelic in the moonlight.” His voice cracked a bit.  He was getting emotional now.  He felt that whatever Skye had injected into him to cause his brain to expand in its abilities, was weaving Skye into his psyche and it was Will’s intense feelings for his boyfriend that were causing this reaction.  Skye was a part of him on a level that he couldn’t explain.  He knew it was the BDNF.  He knew that he was cementing Skye as his mate for life and that he was now wired to love this man with a ferocious intensity until the day he died.  

 

“Hold out your left hand, Skye.”  The smaller man held out his left arm toward Will.  

 

A large spool of butcher’s twine came out from behind Will’s naked body.  Will pulled out several inches of twine, reached over to the bedroom desk and grabbed a pair of scissors, cutting a length from the spool.  He looked down at his partner, sitting on the edge of the bed in front of him and gingerly wrapped the piece of twine around Skye’s extended ring finger.  

“Skye, things will be different from now on…I didn’t know I was going to do this until five minutes ago, but it is the right time so I’m sorry I didn’t make the traditional preparations…but, Skye, will you marry me?  I…I uh, don’t have a ring for you now, so I am hoping this will do.” His hands were shaking as he was tying the knot on the twine ring on Skye’s finger.  

 

“Yes. With no doubts…Yes.”

 

“I promise to cherish you forever, to protect you from ANY threat, and to make you happy.  I hope that is enough for the moment. AND, I’m sure that I will promise you more later.” Will looked into Skye’s deep green eyes as the corners of his mouth turned up into a smile of complete satisfaction.  He leaned in and kissed his new fiancé.  Skye was shell shocked, but in the best of ways. 

 

They hugged for half an hour and fell asleep in each other’s arms.  They would look back on this night as one that shaped their future together and one that they would guide decisions for years to come.  Skye was ready to grow his man and Will was ready to get HUGE.  

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The sun was just starting to come up and Will stretched out to pull Skye into him.  He felt cold. His eyes snapped open.  He wasn’t there! “Skye?  Skye???”  His voice had a hint of agony in it.  

 

He instantly knew that Skye was gone.  The apartment was silent—dead quiet.  His powerful frame sat up in bed and walked, naked, into the living room where he saw an envelope with his name written on it.  “My Stud Fiancée, Will”

 

William,

 

Last night reminded me of why I love you so much, not that I need reminding.  You make me feel like I own the world, and it is because you are mine.  I will not take this ring off of my finger for a moment while you are away.  My heart is already aching from your absence and my body is already demanding to be with you again.  The hardest thing I have had to do in my life was getting out of that bed this morning but I have things to get done before the city wakes up.  

 

Know, with every piece of your body, mind, and soul that I love you.  I love you far more than I love myself.  It comforts me to know that you feel the same way.  I can’t wait to build the rest of my life with you.  It will be an adventure that is beyond our imagination.  I lay awake last night thinking about your proposal and how it was the perfect time, place, and situation.  God, you are romantic. I could never ask for a better companion and partner in life.  

 

As we embark on this new chapter, understand that everything I have done, am doing, and will do is for you and me.

 

The next page has instructions that you must follow to the letter.  I know you can do this, Big Man.  

 

Skye

 

Will noticed that a couple of tears had fallen onto the letter and smudged the ink.  His heart was flowing over with emotions.  He read the letter once more and then moved to the second page.

 

Will,

 

You must follow these instructions exactly as I have laid them out for you.  

 

1.Put on your black hoodie and your black track pants. Take your sunglasses with you when you leave.  

2.At 8:00 this morning, leave the house walking and discard this letter several blocks away in a dumpster.

3.Be in front of my dad’s Ferrari/Maserati dealership on the corner of 12^th and Madison by 8:20 with your sunglasses on.

4.Stay several minutes and be sure the cameras catch you outside of the windows.

5.Go to our bank on Broadway and Olive and request to open a separate savings and checking account in your name only.  Do this when they open at 9:00.

6.Transfer $20,000 from our joint account to your new personal account. I made a $20k cash deposit from my trust cash reserve so the money is there. 

7.Walk home directly and wait. Call me at 11AM.                 

8.When you are in jail, workout as much as possible.  Be aggressive.  Be an alpha.  You are an alpha anyways, so just take that with you and trust your instincts.  Be tough, Will.  It will help you get through this and improve your brain remodeling.

9.Keep a journal of your feelings and experiences.  I will keep one as well.  Write what is happening to you, but be aware that your writings will be read by other people so don’t reference our plan at all.  In fact, express your rage toward me.  It will make it more convincing.

10.I will see how the case goes and try to come and visit if it seems appropriate for me to do so.  If you don’t see me for a few weeks, don’t let it bother you.  I am going to be pretending to be furious.

 

Whatever my family says to you or about you—and more importantly whatever I say about you—is all an act.  I know it will hurt you--some of the things I’ll say-- but it isn’t real.  We need to get you into jail and that means making law enforcement and the courts believe that there is reason to hold you.  I will not post bail for obvious reasons.  

 

Knowing you, it will be close to 7:00 when you get this.  Get going, you big brute. 

 

Skye

 

That was it.  The rest would be in Skye’s very capable hands.  Will showered and put the black hoodie and track pants on.  He grabbed his shades from the table by the front door.  He tucked the love letter into a stash of papers in the drawer by his bed.  He wanted to keep that forever.  

 

He went into the closet and stuck his nose into the dress shirts that Skye had hanging up.  It smelled like what Skye smelled like in the morning.  He grabbed Skye’s workout clothes from the hamper and stuffed his nose into those.  He smelled sweat and the unmistakable sweetness of precum.  It smelled like Skye at the gym and in the car on the way home from their workout.  He didn’t want to forget. Walking toward the front door, he paused and took a deep breath. He opened the front door. As he shut it, he turned around and looked at their little cozy apartment memorizing every detail and closed it.

 

The checklist went off without a hitch.  He discarded the letter in a random dumpster next to a restaurant between their apartment and the dealership  He was at the dealership standing outside of the windows at 8:20.  There were several patrol cars there. He stood there, along with a handful of other people, for a few minutes.  Skye’s father was there talking with the officers and looked up and made eye contact with Will.  He went to the bank, opened the account, transferred the money, and walked home.  He did everything perfectly.  

 

Walking in the door, he felt so alone.  It was only 10:30 so he waited on the edge of the couch until 11:00 on the dot.  He dialed Skye’s work number.

 

“Skye.  I did everything on the list.”

 

“Good Will.  I love you.”

 

With that the line went dead and a lump rose up in Will’s throat.  He didn’t move from the edge of the couch for several hours.  Around 3:00, a loud knock sounded at the door and he jumped from being startled.  Walking to the door he knew that this was the beginning of his time alone.  

 

“William Shaeffer?”

 

“Yes?  Can I help you officers?”

 

“We have some questions we’d like to ask you. May we come in?”

 

“Sure.”

 

“What were your whereabouts early this morning around 4AM?”

 

“I was here, sleeping, alone.” 

 

After several more questions, the officers requested that Will go to the station with them.  They said they had video showing Will in his black hoodie and pants early that morning outside of the dealership. They mentioned his new account and him being spotted at the scene that morning looking around outside. By the end of the day, he had been booked into jail pending a hearing for charges of grand theft. 

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Will

 

Journal Week 1:

I know that my writings will most likely be read by the jail personnel, so fuck off ass holes.  

 

I haven’t been able to write for a few days.  The first few have been busy with getting used to the place and getting things set for trial.  I can’t believe that Skye hasn’t tried to contact me.  I mean, I understand that he thinks I was involved in stealing five cars off of his father’s dealership lot, but fuck…I didn’t do it.

 

They’ve stuck me in a cell with three other guys.  All of them look like fucking gorillas—Ugly and Huge.  They all seem to get along but are constantly giving me shit.  They push me around a bit and call me pansy-boy, but they can fuck off.  I feel at ease for the most part.  Maybe a bit more energetic.  I am only allowed one hour per day to workout and the giant muscle guys here pretty much control who gets to lift on the equipment.  They think I’m too new to be worthy I guess.

 

I keep thinking about Skye.  I just wish I could talk to him about what happened.  He hasn’t returned the calls I have tried to place.  I have a visiting day coming up, but I know he won’t be there.  

 

The food is shit.  

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Skye:

 

I have never felt silence to deep as what I felt walking into our apartment tonight.  The cops questioned me about Will.  I guess they found that new account almost immediately.  Smart fucks.

 

I started injecting the engineered CRSPR viruses into my system today.  I couldn’t do so beforehand because I couldn’t risk Will getting exposed before the Priming phase.  I know that my body will start changing relatively soon since I included a mysostatin knockout in the viral mix.  If the infection takes hold quickly, I should notice something in the next week or so. 

 

I miss Will.  That’s all I can really process right now.  The bed looks so cold and I miss his dopey laugh.  I can’t think of anything I’d like to hear more than that.  

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Will:

 

It’s been another week.  It’s hard to find time alone to write.  My trial date was set today.  It wont be for another 5 weeks!  Fuck.  

 

I have been working out religiously since I got here.  I don’t know why, but the guys have let me work in with them.  Maybe its because I have been able to lift their weight.  They know I can handle it.

 

Also, my big billowy jail uniform is getting a bit tight in the arms, shoulders, and legs.  That’s weird.  Maybe they just gave me the wrong size when they replaced this one.  I feel strong.  My roommates have stopped picking on me.  Maybe that’s because John (he sleeps in the bunk above me) tried to punch me in the face yesterday and I just caught his hand and gave it a good squeeze.  I heard some breaking and he went to the nurse’s office.  I guess he had seven fractures, probably because he punched the walls or something.  I know it wasn’t me.  I barely put any pressure on his hand.

 

I miss Skye so much.  He still won’t talk to me.  Although, I did call his work number today and he picked up the phone, not knowing it was the jail number.  I heard his voice and my heart melted. I said “hello” and he hung up.  This is hard.  

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Skye:

 

Will called me at work today.  He just said, “Hello” and my heart about exploded.  I told him quickly that I loved him and that I still hand my “ring” on.  He mentioned quickly that he was keeping his journal and that he was acting as if I were mad at him.  He’s pulling this off very well.  His voice sounded a bit deeper, but he said mine did too.  

 

The conversation was so short.  I don’t want the jail records to show he was on the phone for longer than a few seconds.  I’m supposed to be ignoring him.  God, this is hard.  

 

I’ve gained over 5 pounds this week…and it isn’t fat.  I feel like I am just sitting at my desk, growing.  It is an amazing feeling.  I hope that Will likes the new me.  I know I’ll be a lot bigger in a few weeks.

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Will:

 

It’s been two weeks since I wrote last.  

 

Someone called me a fag the other day.  I lifted him up by his neck and threw him across the room.  The piece of shit doesn’t know who he’s messing with.  I saw my reflection in the window outside the other day.  I was lifting a lot more than the other guys and I looked big.  Really big.  I can see huge veins running all over my body now.  My gut it growing but it is solid, hard muscle.  My chest is ballooning out and getting chords of muscle I can see after lifting.  My fucking neck though…I can’t even get my t-shirts to go much past my ears.  My neck is getting huge.  

 

I feel fucking powerful.  My cellmates stay out of my way.  I fuckin growled at John the other day and I though he was going to piss himself. I thought they were huge just a couple of weeks ago.  Who’s huge now, you pieces of shit!

 

They tried to gang up on me last week but after I flexed my legs and arms and my uniform busted open along the seams, they haven’t looked at me in the eye since.  They see the weight I am lifting.  A couple of guys in the pod have started giving me some of their food too.  They want me to get big. I think they also want to worship me and maybe even suck my big cock.  More of them should give me food.  Maybe I’ll start making some threats.  I need to eat more to get bigger. 

 

I feel like I’m putting on some serious weight now and I feel that this place is beginning to change me.   My temper is getting shorter but conversely, I think I am falling more in love with Skye.  I didn’t think that was possible.  He still won’t talk to me.  I try to call every few days.  Sometimes he answers, not knowing it’s me.  

 

I’m also getting unbelievably horny.  I know, I know.  I shouldn’t even think it, but I need sex.  I need it.  I don’t think I can go much longer without stuffing my big prick into some guy’s tight hole.  I wish it were Skye’s.  I wish that more than anything.  So, I am trying to be strong.  But it’s getting harder.  I just want to lift, eat, and fuck.  What is wrong with me?

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Skye:

 

I’ve talked to Will a few more times recently.  Never longer than thirty seconds.  It sounds like he is doing well and starting to change.  There is a sound in his voice that I cant put my finger on.  Ya, it’s deeper and rougher, but he talks to me like I am some delicate unblemished flower but then he says things that are surprising—like how he wants to fuck me all the time and how he wants to rip the arms off of this guy that got in his face in the hallway.  I know his trial date is coming up and he will be released then, but I am getting worried about his aggressive tendencies.  He is obviously ahead of the curve I thought he would be on.  

 

He mentioned that he is bursting out of his jail uniform and that he had to move up a size last week.  It sounds like he is becoming quite attuned to his growth and is allowing his environment to work on him as I had planned.  

 

I miss him. Whenever I hear his voice, I get hard but I feel that my heart is being torn out.  

 

I think that the engineered viruses that I have been injecting are really taking hold. I was sick for a few days, but now starting to balloon out a bit.  My shirts are fitting tight and my already ample ass is stretching the seat of all of my pants.  My strength has increased by over 20% on all of my lifts, especially bench and squats.  Maybe that’s because I know Will loves my legs and ass…and my perky chest.  Fuck, I miss him and his beautiful dick.  It will all be over in a couple of weeks though.  I can wait, I guess.

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Will:

 

The only reason I haven’t knocked all of these fuckers’ heads off is because it will keep me away from Skye longer if I get into trouble here.  I can hardly stand to look at most of them.  They look at me with fear, and they should.  I am turning into a fucking GOD and they are all little piss ants.  They know it too.  

 

A couple of the guys are cool and they are the only ones I really talk to. They don’t seem afraid of me like most of the other guys and they don’t need to be unless they fuck with me in the wrong way. One of the cool guys asked about Skye yesterday.  I told him to be careful when he used Skye’s name. I think he knows to be careful about that.  No one really brings up Skye anymore because they are worried that they may say something with the wrong tone of voice or something.  They should be afraid. I’ll lose my shit and honestly, I don’t know what I’m capable of anymore.  I feel like I could pull the bars off of this cell.    

 

Everyone else is scared shitless when they see me.  I guess it happened after I destroyed any chance of them competing with me in the weight cage.  

 

There was this kinda scrawny younger guy—probably 18 years old or so who wanted to do some lifts. He was new, so the guys were giving him shit right away.  I usually work out by myself or with one of the cool guys that are chill.  Anyway, Jesse (that’s the kid’s name) kind of looks over at the squat rack like he wants to use it.  No one was around it, surprisingly, so he walks over all timid and shit.  He puts a plate on each side and starts warming up.  It actually looked like it was kind of hard weight for him to lift, but he wasn’t going to show it in his face.  

 

These fucking bottom dwellers walk over to him, all tough and shit.  They start berating him and calling him a pussy fag and other things I can’t even remember.  I don’t know why, maybe it’s because I felt some righteous indignation because they called him a fag or something but I walked over, swole as fuck, sweating, and enormous. Veins were popping out of every part of my body and I looked jacked!  I put my hand on the little guy’s shoulder, gently, and told him to keep lifting.  I turned to face the other guys and they kind of ganged up on me.  There were probably 6 or 7 of them and they were big dudes.  

 

I told Jesse to rack the bar and load it up with as many plates as he could get onto it.  I looked at the fucking ugly ringleader of the little group and grabbed the bar with my left hand. My arms just felt so powerful, I knew I could lift it.  The veins were throbbing all along my arm and I could feel them erupting on every inch of my skin.  I grabbed the squat bar with all of those plates on it (I don’t even know how many there were, probably 5 or 6 on each side) and lifted it like it was a 25 pound barbell.  The color drained from every one of their faces.  Jesse got a huge boner, poor kid.  But I did too.  He asked if he could suck my cock.  I sort of wanted to say yes…but I’m still holding strong for Skye.

 

I am turning into a god and I love it.  It’s about time people start showing me some FUCKING RESPECT!

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Skye:

 

I only talked to Will for a short time this morning. He sounds different.  His voice is so deep.  It reminds me of thunder in the distance.  He didn’t say much, as usual, but he did tell me that he could hardly wait for his trial.  He said that he has outgrown any expectation that either of us had and he wants me to be proud of his development.  I told him I was proud of him no matter what.  I think he started crying as he hung up.

I am up by 40 pounds myself.  With the HGH I have given myself after completing the growth plate softening injections, I have also added an inch of height.  Not a ton, but I should start growing more as time goes on.  

 

I looked at my body in the mirror this morning when I was getting in the shower.  My skin looks as thin as onion skin with thick veins running all over the surface.  I love that look.  My pecs, legs and ass are where most of the weight has gone I think, but my arms are showing great development too. I am lifting so much more than I was just a few weeks ago before all of this started.  

 

I can’t wait to see my man next week.  We have a wedding to plan.

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Will:

 

This will probably be the last time I write in this little journal.  My trial is tomorrow.  Skye came to see me during visiting hours today.  He said everything was taken care of, but he said a lot more with his eyes.  He couldn’t stop looking at me.  He looked like he wanted to eat me alive, and I wanted to jump over the table and make him fuck me stupid.  I wanted him to lick and suck every part of my overgrown massive body. I wanted to flip fuck…I want to feed him my thick cock and then pump him full of my man juice.  He looked like he wanted it too.

 

I have never felt so out of sorts.  Just seeing him after all of this time was mind blowing.  He looks so buff.  I know I am much bigger now, but he looked so fucking good I couldn’t keep my hands off of my cock.  He does something fierce to my brain.  I can’t explain it.  

 

With anyone else, I feel like a deity, like I NEED to be worshipped and respected.  With him, I feel like a little boy seeking approval from a superior.  I love that feeling.  Knowing I could completely dominate him in every physical way yet giving him complete dominion over me…its such a fucking rush.  I couldn’t have chosen a fiancée better suited to me.  

 

Our visit was a blur to me. I couldn’t stop looking into his eyes.  He looked sooooooo good.  Fuck me.  I’m the luckiest guy in the world.

 

Yesterday, I told the guys that my Skye would be coming for the first and only time and that they’d better show him the respect he deserved as my fiancée.  One guy started chuckling a little when I said “fiancée” like he thought it was funny I was engaged to a guy.  I walked over to the metal bars on his cell door, wrapped my big fucking fingers around them and pulled them apart. I could feel the muscles in my shoulders, arms, and back burning, but I needed to work off the anger I was feeling.  I wanted to destroy him, end his miserable life, but Skye wouldn’t have liked that. He just stared at me wide-eyed after I pulled the bars apart.  He let out a little yelp and I just shot him an evil smile. 

 

I think they all knew that they’d better show Skye even more respect than they show me. I think I would have lost all control if someone had even looked at him funny 

 

Tomorrow will be a big day.  I don’t think I like courtrooms.

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Skye:

 

 

I went to see Will for the first time yesterday.  FUCK ME!  He is massive.  He completely blew away any projection that I had previously made.  I am just guessing here, but I’m thinking he is at least 6 foot 8 now.  A few inches in a few weeks isn’t bad for anyone! But his mass is mind-blowing.  

 

I walked into the visiting room.  The inmates were all sitting at individual tables waiting for us to come in.  I walked through the door and scanned the room.  I didn’t even know it was him.  I just saw this car-sized monstrosity sitting at one of the back tables.  I locked eyes with him—he was hard to avoid—and realized it was fuckin WILL!  He has put on at least 50 pounds, maybe more.  I would guess that his has to be nearing 300 pounds solid.  An average of 10 pounds a week!  Fuck!

 

He looked at me with such a mix of excitement and anxiety.  I could tell he was thrilled to see me the moment our eyes me, but the first thing he said was, “Do I look good?  Are you pleased?”  Like he could ever be anything other than perfect.  I told him how incredible he looked and how I missed his handsome face -- and he looked like I had just given him a winning lottery ticket.  His smile almost broke his face in half.  We chatted a little bit about the trial tomorrow, but mostly about us.  We relived that last night together and he told me that it was one thing that he would think about constantly to make the whole situation bearable.  Damn, I love that man.  

 

A lot of the time, we just looked at each other and smiled.  I could see huge powerful and hard orbs and ropes of his new body under the jumpsuit.  I told him I couldn’t wait to explore the fruits of his hard work when he got home.  I was feeling frisky and said that I would be doing most of that exploring with my tongue.  He just let out a deep guttural moan and looked at me with eyes that I can only describe as “crazy.” I know he will be thinking of that comment all night. 

 

When the guards told everyone that visiting time was up, I was the last to leave the room.  The guards seemed to be OK with me staying a few extra seconds after everyone left.  I’m not sure why, but they didn’t rush the two of us.  All of the inmates were seated as their friends or family members left.  As I looked at Will, I could see great sadness in him but I just looked at his amazing tri-colored eyes and said, “It will be all over tomorrow, and then you are mine again.”  He looked at my ring finger, saw the twine ring he had placed on me, and just smiled.  

 

As I turned to walk out of the room, the other inmates stood up, stared at me, and nodded as if they were showing me some great respect or something.  I didn’t really understand it, but I turned back to Will.  He was standing up too, just looking at me.  I waved goodbye, knowing I would see him in a day.  The other inmates looked at me too.  I didn’t really understand what was happening, but it sure felt like they were almost in awe.  It was strange. 

 

Since tomorrow is Will’s trial, I have everything in place to assure his release.  I know that my body is completely saturated with the viruses that will unleash his growth and I know that will begin happening as soon as I get him to the apartment tomorrow.  They are starting to affect me in incredible ways now too. My muscle mass is growing exponentially and my height is increasing at a steady rate.

 

Honestly, I am nervous.  He is already so far ahead of where I thought he would be. I think he will be unstoppable when we go through with Phase II.  I wonder how fast the growth will be.  So many unanswered questions.  One thing I do know—the man loves me as much as I love him and I didn’t think that was possible.  But, I could tell today that it is true.  

 

Tomorrow will be a big day. First, court and then I will fuck my fiancée into godhood.

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To be continued…

[Hanugumo]

Gosh, Will is getting aggressive and all. O.O I hope they both will reach godhood though instead of just Will. >;P lol An unexpected development can always be present with things like these. >;P <3

I do wonder how much bigger Will has become though. ^^ And if his aggressive behavior will become less after he would be free from jail. 83

[GiganticBeast]

First off, this Will guy sounds like a decent fellow! And Skye sounds like a mixture of "A beautiful Mind" and A Beautiful Body haha. Their relationship just seems so fucking natural, so REAL as I read it! I mean one is literally willing to do ANYTHING for the other! It's beautiful and surreal to watch. And yeah, I said WATCH. This is less something I'm reading and more a character drama from an oscar winning film. Your descriptions are so detailed, yet not bogged down in the minutia, I'm able to literally picture every scene!

 

From their awkward and cute first meeting, to that last prison visit with Will a towering monster looming against the glass ready to just break his way through it to get to his precious Skye. 

 

I'm not scared at ALL by the aggression, I absolutely love it! This BEAST isn't called so jokingly! The animal inside him being brought to the surface by the plan being brilliantly enacted I just can't take my eyes off this scene! The ONLY thing seeming to tether him to reality is Skye, thank god! But I NEED to see where this is going. oh GOD do i ever need to see the next chapter!

 

AND sorry, I'm gushing all over (literally, like gushing fucking everywhere in a I can't stop cumming kinda way) But also in the sense of going on and on, the growth medium? it's so fucking fresh and new! It's something I've never seen before and has this organic REAL feel to it that's so intense it makes my heart start pounding and mouth go dry and I get so fucking worked up I need to..yeah, Gotta read it again! 

[Guest]

Ho. ly. shit.  That was an incredible and complex and hot story.

[BigCubNY]

god this is just beautiful and sexy beyond belief! your writing is simply amazing SeaMusc! and on top of it you're a sexy looking guy!

[SeaMusc]

@Hanugumo - You will definitely have to wait to see if the aggression goes away in the next part...Spoiler Alert: It won't >;-)  I think it will be fun to play around with the idea of a giant muscular titan being only tethered to his humanity because of his fiancee.  It could make for some amazing situations.  

 

@skumbum - Thanks for your support, man. I'm glad you enjoyed.  And thanks for the PM.  I'll get that taken care of. :-)

 

@BigCub - Thanks for the compliments - on the writing and on my sexiness.  lol  As for the writing,  I am still woefully new seeing how this is only my second piece of work and I know it is far from perfect. But, as Jaypat told me, you have to just keep doing it and improving every time.  I'm so glad you enjoyed.  As for me being sexy...lol Only my parents can take credit for that :-)

 

@GiganticBeast - I'm so glad that YOU enjoyed this first installment.  You have been a source of many countless moments of inspiration--the moments of inspiration usually occurring as a three-some between your audio files, my hand, and my cock.  You, my friend, are a BAWWWS and I am honored that you enjoy what I am putting out there.  

[Hanugumo]

@Hanugumo - You will definitely have to wait to see if the aggression goes away in the next part...Spoiler Alert: It won't >;-) I think it will be fun to play around with the idea of a giant muscular titan being only tethered to his humanity because of his fiancee. It could make for some amazing situations.

I can not argue with you about that. x3 It would be interesting, though still: It happens so oftenin stories that people grow more aggressive and see non-giant muscle gods like themselves as beings that are beneath them and all. ^^;; But I guess it is best that he has his fiancee/husband in the near future to keep him from acting out in those feelings. ^^;;

I'm glad that this is just padt of this wonderful story and not irl cause gosb how bad would that be? ^^;;

[londonboy]

All my fantasies wrapped up in a nice little package (or should I say HUGE package).  Thank you, thank you, thank you!  What a pleasure to read.  I can't wait for more!

[TheWeremuscleForest]

THIS is why I think SeaMusc might be one of the most natural authors on here. The words just flow on to the screen just like they would on the page. I don't traditionally comment on stories, but I just have to keep reiterating that he is an exceptional muscle writer.

 

[Toro]

It would be nice seeing him being overwhelmed by his own testosterone/violence sometimes (too much self control till now; it soed nos sound realistic).

And what if there is something the genius did not considered and makes him lose control over what is happening to his friend (for example, he can not take him out of jail so soon)?