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Jeff walked into the gym for the first time. He'd finally gotten the courage to go. After seeing
his friend Bill a few months ago with enormous muscles all over his body, his jealousy had finally
gotten to him. And here he was. Big Boy Gym was a serious gym for guys who wanted to get big.
It was where Bill worked out.
As he entered the gym, he recalled his meeting Bill for the first time in over a year. They had
gone to community college together, come out to each other, even dated each other for a while.
Then, after school they had drifted apart, seeing each other only occasionally by chance. The
last time had been at the Pleasuredome, a dance bar. Jeff didn't go there very often, being
somewhat ashamed of his extremely skinny body, but his younger friends had insisted.
And there, gyrating on the dance floor, was one of the most beautiful muscle hunks Jeff had
ever seen. Once he saw the guy, he couldn't get his eyes off of him. There was something
familiar about him. He was dancing with two other guys, even bigger than he was. They were
laughing and having a great time together dancing, flexing their muscles, and wearing nothing but
shorts and shoes. Tanned, buff and huge.
Jeff got a drink with his friends, never letting his eyes off the guy. After about 10 minutes, the
dancing bodybuilders left the dance floor, all sweaty, and made a beeline for the supplement bar,
where they sold juices, health shakes, and "smart drinks" Jeff wandered toward them, wanting a
better view of the god he had seen. As he got closer, he realized that his god was none other
than his friend Bill. He was floored. When he had last seen him, Bill had the same frame and build
that Jeff did. It was one of the reasons they had spent time together -- they were so similar.
They both were build like beanstalks, tall and wiry. Bill had black hair, and brown eyes Jeff
blonde and blue eyed. Both were very good-looking in the face department, but their
extraordinarily thin bodies were a bit of a turn off to other guys, they thought. Neither had
been into sports, and both spent the majority of their time in college studying and reading,
frequently forgetting to eat.
Now the Bill in front of him was totally different. Except for the face and height, Bill was totally
different in look and in manner. He seemed arrogant, cocky, sure of himself. Jeff was
embarrassed. He turned to leave, when he heard "Jeff, is that you?" coming from Bill. He turned
back, grimaced, and said, "Yep, it's me alright." Bill laughed, and said something aside to his
friends, who laughed as well. Jeff wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
"I can't believe it. You haven't changed a bit!" said Bill.
"You sure have, Bill," said Jeff.
Bill smiled at his friends, who smiled back. "Don't you know it!" He flexed a huge bicep for
emphasis, "Come on, feel it!" He shoved his arm in Jeff's face. Jeff reached up and touched the
arm. His dick was so hard it was about to spring out of his pants. Bill laughed again. "My friend
the beanpole!" Jeff didn't know what to say. For a few moments they just stared at each other,
Jeff in fascination, jealousy and shame, Bill with power, assuredness, and arrogance.
Finally Jeff blurted out, "How'd you get so big, anyway?" Bill laughed yet again, a deep, powerful
laugh. Jeff realized his friend's voice had gotten deeper, too.
"I joined a 24 hour nautilus to start and put on some muscle. I realized I wanted a lot more, and
switched to Muscle Hedz down the street... then made some new friends," Bill said. "You know,
people always said we were so much alike. Can't imagine being anything like you, now. 'Course, you
could always do what I did. But it doesn't mean you'd ever get to be as big as I am now!" He and
his friends all laughed cruelly then, laughing at Jeff. "See ya around, beanpole!" Bill said, as he
and his friends went back to the dance floor.
Now, six months later, Jeff was not yet ready to confront his friend Bill again. But his jealousy
and determination had gotten him ready to make the plunge. He had bought some weights and
been lifting at home for a while. He had put on over 30 pounds of muscle, which was a significant
improvement from his former 6'2" 150 beanpole self already. Every pound he had put on had
excited him. Jeff had begun to fantasize about getting a huge, massive body, bigger than Jeff's
or his friends. He was ready, or so he thought. He couldn't wait to get huge.
"Hi, welcome to Big Boy Gym. I'm Matt." Matt was built like a small tank, and sitting behind the
desk. Matt was only about 5'8", but had the biggest arms, chest, and shoulders that Jeff had
ever seen on a guy. They had retired to Matt's office to discuss Jeff's goals and sign him up.
"What can we do for you?"
Jeff was almost embarrassed to say it. "I'd like to get bigger." he blurted out.
"Great, that's what we're here for. Now," said Matt, and as he did he smiled a bit evilly at Jeff,
and then grinned again, "How big are we talkin? You want to put on a few pounds, go for some
serious size, or are we talking all the way?" To demonstrate, Matt stood and performed a double
biceps pose. His arms and chest almost ripped his huge shirt open. You could see the fabric
Jeff gulped. Now or never. "All the way."
Matt smiled. He had trained guys like Jeff before. He loved it when they said that. He got such a
hard on seeing them start scrawny, and watching them grow into monsters. But most of the guys
who said "All the way" either didn't mean it, or didn't have what it took to get there time wise,
financially, or ethically.
"It's gonna cost you.," Matt said as an introduction. He then began casually laying out the huge
time commitment involved. The enormous amount of training and discipline involved. How Jeff
would eventually need to train twice a day, and eat 7 to 8 times a day. That the food would cost,
as well as the training for the first month or two until Jeff was ready to train on his own. And
that none of this would make him really as big as he wanted without taking juice i.e. steroids. Matt
realized he was taking a risk saying that, but he knew a desperate man when he saw one. And his
cock was so hard to see this guy grow, he had to bring it up now. Jeff was so cute already. Put a
massive frame around him and he would be a god. A god Matt would love to worship.
"In fact," Matt concluded, "If you can afford the food and the juice and the time, it'll probably
be better if you just took 3-6 months off from work, at least to start. If you spend full time on
this, you'll make your goal that much faster."
Jeff was about to cum he was so excited by what Matt had said. He had the money from work,
and he'd just move into a cheaper apartment in the mean time. He realized he was about to
change his life forever when he said, "Make me into a monster. I'm ready." He could just imagine
Bill's face when he saw him in six months.
Six months later...
Steve was shouting behind him. "Come on, Man, One More Rep!" Jeff was straining, and screamed
as he belted out the final rep of the workout. "Great work, man." said Steve, now his best friend
Jeff had met Steve four months after starting his "new life" as he thought of it. Steve had
moved from Southern California, where he had been an almost-pro bodybuilder. He had been
looking for a workout partner and a roommate to share a basement apartment across the street
from the gym, beneath the Pizza Hut and next to the Burger King. Steve had just gotten a job as
the manager of the Pizza Hut when he met Jeff.
At the time he met Steve, Jeff had gone through an amazing transformation. He had gained over
50 pounds, all muscle. Now standing at 6'2", Jeff weighed 230 pounds. He was big. He was tan. He
couldn't stop looking at himself in the mirror. He was incredibly cocky. He had a beautiful set of
abs. Guys and girls both fawned on him. He hadn't had so much sex in his entire life, though he
had to admit it wasn't as satisfying as he wanted it to be, or remembered even from when he was
dating Bill. And he was beginning to get tired of having to keep taking juice all the time, even to
maintain the size he had, let alone grow bigger.
But still he wanted more. A LOT more. He wanted even more size, to get even bigger. Which is
why he'd been attracted to Steve. Steve was enormous, a real monster. At 6'4", Steve weighed
300#s, almost all muscle. He admitted at the time he had a tiny belly, and his abs were fairly
smooth (though you could definitely feel the muscle there), he was the biggest guy Jeff had ever
seen. 21" arms, a 54" chest, huge, massive thighs. Though Steve wasn't a very attractive guy,
Jeff couldn't help but want to worship Steve's bod. Steve had moved from So. Cal. cause he'd
gotten tired of all the drugs and having to keep his waist under control. He moved so he could be
somewhere he still had the best bod, even if he didn't have washboard abs. Plus, he had secretly
admitted to himself, he just loved pizza.
So Steve and Jeff had been working out together for two months now. And Jeff had gained
another 10#s of muscle, and was all the more cocky, handsome and huge. Steve had also gained
weight. His arms were now 22 1/2", his chest 55", and his thighs even bigger than before.
At 335# he also sported a 35" waist (well, maybe 36 or even 37, he had to admit), and a belly
several inches larger than that. He had begun to realize recently why he had taken the job at
Pizza Hut...the food. He now had gotten into the habit of eating an extra large pizza every night
before closing down the store, in addition to the food he already consumed all day (which had
recently begun to include clandestine trips to Burger King as well. He ate his pizza in the dark,
with the store shut down and dark, so that no one could see him cum as he took the last bite.
Steve had known he always wanted to be big, but now he realized it didn't matter to him how that
size came. He loved rubbing his new belly... though he never did it in front of Jeff. And he always
made sure he sucked in his gut around Jeff, and wore baggy clothes to hide his new found love
of food. He'd even begun fantasizing about seeing Jeff put on a belly, which gave him an even
bigger rush, though he'd never admit that to Jeff. He wanted to be huge, with his big muscles
and a massive, huge protruding round belly. He knew eventually Jeff would notice, but not yet.
"Ready for tonight, man?" Steve said to Jeff as they headed across the street back to their
apartment after the workout. Jeff had heard from a friend who knew Bill that Bill and his
friends were going to Pleasuredome tonight. Tonight was the night to show off all his hard work.
He was kind of wary, because he didn't really know what was next. He was just about out of
money, and would need to find a job soon. He was also worried that Bill had gotten bigger too,
and would be bigger than he was.
After a disco nap, Jeff oiled himself down and got into his new shorts and a shirt that would rip
off when he flexed his chest, back and arms on the dance floor. Steve came in through his
bedroom door, still wearing gym clothes. "Aren't you going to change?" Jeff asked. "Nah, I hate
dancing. But I'll still go with you. Listen, I've got to get something at the store. I'll be right
back." "Ok, then we'll head out ," said Jeff. Steve rushed out, making a beeline for Burger King.
The store was almost closed, it being late out. Almost no one was in the store but the employees.
As he thought about the juicy burger, and the melted cheese, Steve couldn't help himself. He
ordered two Double Cheese burgers. As he wolfed them down with a shake, he felt his belly
swelling even more than before. His dick felt like it was going to explode. As he stood up, and
tried to adjust his clothes, he reluctantly realized that his belly was now too obvious to hide. He
hoped in the dark his friend wouldn't notice.
They got to the Pleasuredome, paid the entry fee and started scanning the crowd. Jeff went out
onto the dance floor, while Steve went for the "health shakes." As he was at the health bar, he
felt a tap on his shoulder. Steve turned around, and lo and behold it was Bill, who he recognized
from an old photo Jeff had shown him.
He was prepared for Bill's size, but was surprised at the shoulder tap. Bill probably didn't know
of his relationship with Jeff.
Bill said, "Hi. Saw you from behind. Hope you don't mind saying, but you have an enormous back,
even with the clothes you're wearing."
Steve smiled, "That's not all that's big." He flexed his arms and held one out for a good feel. Bill
felt it. Though trying to act cocky, he couldn't help but release a brief sigh at feeling the huge
muscle, which he knew was bigger than either of his biceps. Bill leaned towards him, "I'd love to
have arms as big as yours."
Steve laughed, and said, "You could!" He paused for a second, then said, "You know, I know a
friend of yours. You're Bill, right?" "That's right," Bill said. "Who do you know?" "Well, look out
there," said Steve, pointing out on the dance floor.
They both looked. Just then, Jeff turned and notice the two of them standing just off the dance
floor. He grinned, and flexed his muscles as hard has he could. There was a tearing sound, and
for a few seconds everyone around him was staring, and enormous rips appeared in his shirt
around his chest, back and biceps. Jeff stopped dancing, and strutted over to Bill and Steve. "Hi
there, BEANpole." he said to Bill.
Bill was dumbfounded for a second, then recovered. "Well, I see you've been working out a bit.
Hope it isn't too much for you, with those scrawny legs of yours."
"Who you calling scrawny, chicken legs?"
Both men were wearing shorts, which showed off their striated legs. They both turned to Steve
and began comparing leg for leg with each other, trading insults.
"Boys, boys," Steve said. "This will never do. Besides, my legs are MUCH bigger than either of
yours." He hitched up his baggy pants, which he felt tear slightly as he barely pulled them over
his lower thighs. Bill and Jeff stared. Though Steve's legs weren't striated at all, they were
easily five or six inches larger in circumference than either Jeff's or Bill's. The truth was, it
appeared that both men had spent too much time on their upper bodies, and not enough on their
legs. Jeff and Bill stared at his legs.
Steve continued, "Well, the old college roommates have been spending too much time on their
upper bodies, I see. I wonder who could get their legs bigger than the other the quickest?"
"That's easy!" said Jeff. "Me! Ol' chicken legs here will never get legs like yours."
Bill wouldn't take this. "Who you keep calling chicken legs, scrawny? I bet I can get legs like
that... even bigger! within 3 months."
"You're on!" said Jeff. "Who ever has the biggest legs in 3 months..." he trailed off as he
couldn't think of a suitable prize.
Steve stepped in, and brought both men together, careful to avoid them feeling his new gut. He
finished the sentence, "will have his body worshipped in all it's hugeness and glory by the other
man." Bill and Jeff stared at Steve, then stared at each other. The masculine, tough-guy attitude
both felt towards each other, also clearly helped them both hide the feelings each had for the
other... particularly now that they both had huge bodies.
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