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Mike gets huge Part 2

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Mike decided he just needed a little more food. He went back to the fridge and found

some leftover pizza, which he chased down with a big bowl of ice cream. He continued

to eat off and on during the day, even skipping his afternoon workout so he wouldn't

be too far from the kitchen. By that night, the tingling sensation had waned and, feeling

tired and sluggish, Mike turned in early.

 

He awoke late the next morning feeling completely refreshed. He headed into the

bathroom and checked out his body. Was he any bigger? Mike hit a double bicep pose,

not noticing any difference from before. Then he stepped onto his electronic scale,

which flashed 230 pounds. "That's up 5 pounds from yesterday," he thought. "I must be

growing!"

 

Mike went back into his bedroom and launched into a pushup marathon. His previous

personal best was 105, but he managed to squeeze out 120 this time. "Hot damn, it's

working!" he thought as he threw on some clothes and headed down for breakfast. After

some eggs, toast, cereal, muffins, sausage, and another huge glass of milk mixed with the

formula, he hopped in his car and went to the gym.

 

Mike surprised everyone at the gym with the fervor he attacked the weights. He was

able to hit personal highs on every lift, sometimes even breaking the club record for

teenagers. After his workout, Mike's muscles bulged like never before, and he was

glad to put on a posing display for the other gym members.

 

On his way back home, he thought back to what the store clerk had said about the

formula: "the more calories you ingest, the stronger you'll get and the more you're

gonna grow." He needed more food. Lots more food. Mike decided not to go back to

the gym for two or three days, but rather spend the time eating and (hopefully) growing

even more. Then he would go back and really shock them with his strength.

 

The next three days seemed to go on forever, but Mike kept his promise to himself and

stayed at home eating. Each day he stuffed himself until his belly could take no more, and

he continued to drink the formula with each meal.

 

On the fourth day, Mike woke up and excitedly ran to his bathroom. Standing there naked,

it was clear that he had gotten a lot bigger. He didn't look quite as defined as he once was,

but the added bulk more than made up for that fact. He flexed his arms and chest and

could definitely tell they had grown. He jumped onto his scale and the readout said 245

pounds. "Yes!" he exclaimed. "Twenty pounds in four days! Wait till the guys get a load of

me now!"

 

Mike ate another hearty breakfast and sped to the gym. Donny was already there with his

tape measure, so he went right up and ordered the boy to measure him. "No prob," said

Donny, and he began to get the stats: Mike now had a 52.5" chest, 19" neck, 21" arms, 34"

waist, 30" thigh, and 20.5" calves.

 

"Holy cow! How'd you get so much bigger?"

 

Mike grinned, but said nothing. He just went over and began lifting heavier weights than

he had ever used before. As with last time, he hit a personal best on every lift. He finished

off his workout with another trip to the chin-up bar, this time making it up to 65 pulls.

Only fifteen more and he'd have the strength of the stud that was trying to get his

quarterbacking job. Mike was so excited, he couldn't resist pulling off his shirt and checking

out his body right in the middle of the gym. "I'll be the biggest soon enough," he thought.

On his way out, he told Donny, "Be sure to be at the gym exactly one week from now. You

won't believe how big I'm gonna be then."

 

Mike holed up in his house for another week of eating. He knew he would miss spending

time at the gym and the beach, but any time he took away from eating was time he wasn't

growing. He continued to eat at a furious pace, but after a few days, he noticed a

smoothness and roundness in his stomach where once his flat hard abs had been. "I gotta

do a little cardio to burn some of this off," he thought. "And with my new and improved leg

muscles, a 5 mile jog should be a piece of cake."

 

The jog didn't go quite as Mike had planned, however. About one mile into it, he noticed a

convenience store up the road and decided to stop for some Gatorade. He was starving by

the time he finished the drink, so he also got two corn-dogs, some Fritos, half a dozen

donuts, and a package of cookies. He washed it all down with a gallon of whole milk and a

pint of Ben & Jerry's Chunky Monkey. After walking back home with very full stomach,

Mike decided he would jog in the opposite direction tomorrow.

 

But tomorrow came and went and Mike never got around to jogging. He simply continued to

eat and eat and eat. And grow and grow and grow. By the time the week was over, Mike

knew he had hit the big time. Every part of him was so much BIGGER than just a few weeks

ago, and he felt so incredibly strong. Although his belly and ass had gotten fatter, his biceps,

chest and thighs were so swollen with muscle that he hardly even noticed. When he stepped

on the scale and it read "275," he knew he would have no problem getting his quarterback

position. He put on the biggest shirt he could find, which by now was skin-tight against his

growing muscles, and his best pair of workout shorts, and was ready to hit the gym.

 

Sure enough, Mike was the talk of the gym from the moment he pulled into the parking lot.

Everybody was astounded at the gains that he had made and wanted to touch his muscles to

make sure they weren't dreaming. Mike spent the first hour just being admired by the

other members, trying to deflect their questions about how he got so huge. "Just plenty of

good food," was all he would say.

 

Then he launched into his workout, with Donny recording all his lifts. Club records were

falling left and right as Mike moved from the bench press to the squat rack to the

dumbbells. In between sets, he would drink from his sports bottle (whole milk and the

special formula) and gulp down tacos that Donny would bring him from the Taco Bell next

door. With every lift and every bite, he became more and more pumped up, until rips

began to appear in his shirt and shorts.

 

Mike finished off his workout at the chin-up bar. He jumped up and grabbed the bar,

then began pumping out the reps. And although he had put on a ton of weight in the past

two weeks, he had no problem doing 50, then 60, and then 70. After 100 pulls, he jumped

down and began caressing his biceps.

 

"All right, Donny, get out the tape and follow me," said Mike. They walked into the locker

room followed by a crowd of lifters. Mike hit a series of poses and his shirt begin to

shred. A double bi, lat spread, and most muscular was all it took to completely tatter the

remnants and send it to the floor.

 

The crowd gasped, and then began to murmur. "Where did his abs go?" "What has he

been feeding that gut?" "Looks like flex has turned to flab!" Mike didn't care what they

thought. He knew his eating had gotten a little out of control, but now he was stronger

than them all. "It's a small price to pay when you have these," he said, flexing his monster

guns. "Donny, if you please."

 

Donny walked over and began to measure Mike's stats: 60" chest, 21" neck, 24" arms,

40" waist, 33" thigh, and 23" calves. He was truly a muscle monster. It was almost

impossible to drink him all in. "Can I get you anything else, Mike?" Donny asked nervously.

 

"Yeah, how about some more of those tacos. I'll meet you in the lobby when I'm done

showering." Donny was off in a flash and Mike thundered over to the showers. The crowd

lingered to get a good look at him lathering himself up, mostly wishing they could be his

soap. Mike loved the feel of his new body, especially his growing gut. He knew that as it

got bigger, then so did he. But he was already big enough to beat that other kid for the

quarterback position. As he caressed his bulging belly, he knew that he had to have more.

More size, more strength, more muscle, more fat. He began fantasizing again about

growing to 350 pounds, wondering if it could be reality. He knew he had to try.

 

On his way out of the gym, he saw Donny with the tacos and it gave him an idea. "Thanks,

man," Mike said. "Listen, I got one more thing I need from you. Are you busy the next two

weeks?"

 

"Just spending time at the gym, trying to get bigger," Donny replied excitedly.

 

"Come with me then. I have something I think you'll like."

 

Mike took Donny home and began giving him the formula as well. In two short weeks of

constant feeding, he became an almost mirror image of what Mike had been. He beefed

up from 160 to 225 pounds, and couldn't get over the sight of himself. He spent all day

flexing and posing and testing his strength.

 

But he was nothing compared to Mike, who went into a feeding overdrive. Whatever he

could get his hands on went into his mouth. He grew to enormous proportions, so large

that Donny had to get a bigger tape measure. On the morning football practice was to

begin, he sauntered into the bathroom and looked himself over in the mirror. He rubbed

his big beefy pecs and his cannonball biceps, then played with all the fat covering his

stomach, which was as rock hard as the rest of his body.

 

Donny arrived at 8:30 with some new clothes for Mike from the Big & Tall Shop, then

proceeded to measure the colossal hunk. His stats were incredible: 75" chest, 25" neck,

28" arms, 50" waist, 40" thigh, and 27" calves. He was one big stud! And when Mike

stepped onto the scale, it flashed the number he'd been dreaming about: 350 pounds!

He and Donny got so excited they both proceeded to jack off over their new physiques,

and then showered together afterwards.

 

Donny drove Mike to football practice, and every head turned their way when they

entered the locker room. Not only was Mike the largest boy the others had ever seen,

but they were equally impressed with Donny's transformation from scrawny geek to

brawny hunk. They began flexing for the other players, who were totally blown away by

their size.

 

The coach then entered from his office with the new boy who had dreams of being

quarterback. Even he got an erection when he saw what Mike had become. After sizing

up the situation (and Mike's new body), the coach convinced Mike that he would make a

better fit on the offensive line, now that he was the biggest thing in sight. Mike agreed,

since he knew his size and strength would be most important there. The new boy, whose

name was Kyle, would take over at quarterback. And after tryouts, even Donny made the

team as a fullback.

 

A couple of days later, Donny drove to the Pro Body shop with the empty can of special

formula. Wearing Mike's old baseball cap and clothes, he could have passed for his twin

a couple of months ago. Donny entered the store and found Andy behind the counter.

"Dude, this stuff didn't do a thing for me. I'm the same size I was a month ago."

 

Andy was disappointed. He had hoped the growth formula would work this time so that he

could use it on himself. "I'm sorry about that. I guess that's why they call it 'experimental.'

Thanks for letting me know." He grabbed the can from Donny and tossed it into the garbage.

As Donny turned and left, Mike muttered "I guess it'll be a while before that one

revolutionizes the market."

 

Donny strolled back to his car, hopped in, and headed to Mike's house. He honked twice

after pulling up, and soon the behemoth came out the front door eating a Snickers bar.

"Did the plan work?" Mike asked.

 

"Yeah, he bought it. I don't think we will have to worry about anyone finding out how we

got huge for a little while. Now let's get to practice."

 

Mike opened the door and sat down in the front passenger seat, his huge gut spilling onto

his lap. The drawstring on his shorts snapped under all the pressure. Donny laughed, and

then put his hand on Mike's stomach. "I don't think even your super strength could have

held together under the weight of this baby!"

 

Mike agreed. He began laughing, too, and would never wish to get any smaller.



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Category: fantasy | Added by: existimator (2012-07-29) | Author: Lucky
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