I began to anticipate what the transformation would feel like. Hamed mentioned the effects would be gradual at first and begin to speed up. I wondered how long growing would take? Should I wear something stretchy or transform in the nude? As incredible as it sounded to watch my body inflate with mass in a full length mirror, I wanted to feel clothes stretch to contain my new size. The feeling of my sleeves tightening against my growing arms was almost too much.
That brought another thought to my mind. Years of lifting had left me with toned, but not particularly large muscles. How would I bulk up? How would the formula change my shape? Was I going to have to wait and find out.
It had been an hour since I had taken the potent concoction Hamed had produced. I trusted his knowledge and guidance. He was honest about the dangers and side effects. He warned that this may be irreversible, but I didn’t care. I had to know what it was like to be huge man. A massive,, beefy bull of a man. Bulking up on my own had been futile. I had gained only a little size and strength, but nothing like what I wanted. I envied the huge powerlifters in my gym. The strongmen. I wanted so desperately to know what it was like to be that hulking size. I had remained a modestly athletic looking man. My face angular and thin, my arms decently muscular, but nothing remarkable. I wanted to be remarkable, I wanted people to turn and look at me when I lifted weights. I was lucky to have Hamed. I trusted him.
I had almost forgotten about drinking the enhancer when I got up to use the restroom. Something felt different. The t shirt and basketball shorts I was wearing seemed to fall differently. My shirt was tighter against my chest, my back and definitely my sleeves. Excitement rushed over me as I walked to the scale. I could already tell my thighs were slightly bigger when I stepped on the scale and waited for the numbers to register.
185. I had gained 10 pounds in the last hour.
Or was it the last five minutes? I honestly couldn’t tell when the transformation had started. My mind was whizzing trying to remember if I had felt myself change when the numbers on the scale updated.
187. It was happening.
I didn’t know what to do. Should I stand? Lay down? Sit? Go to the gym and start lifting? I wanted to do all of it at once. I pressed my hands to my pecs and tried to see if I could feel any difference in size. Nothing yet.
192. I was now 22 pounds heavier than I was an hour ago. I could feel it speeding up. My toes started to tingle. Hamed mentioned I would gain pounds of offseason muscle in sections, most likely starting with my quads, calves, and ass. I was also going to put on some fat with the process. That was inevitable. His theory proved correct as I could start to feel my legs grow heavier and beefier. I walked to the mirror and turned to the side. I couldn’t believe how thick my lower body was already becoming. Pounds of bulky muscle had started to fill out my thighs and calves. I spread my legs at shoulder length and felt my ass. They were quickly growing into two large, rounded firm mounds.. All this happened while my upper torso remained relatively unchanged. My thighs were becoming extremely pronounced but what really fascinated me was my butt. It was almost changing shape and filling up the basketball shorts, stretching them tighter and tighter. I was glad I wore clothes. It felt amazing.
The warmth started to move up my back. My strong lats began to widen. My back thickened and grew stronger, more powerful looking. As my back grew broader, I felt my hands begin to tingle and change in the same fashion as my toes, becoming thicker.. My wrists, forearms and arms began to thicken more quickly to keep up with my bottom half which was giving me a gigantic, muscular hourglass figure. The XXL basketball shorts and tank top I had bought for the occasion were containing me nicely, holding up my giant muscled ass.
My arms started to grow. I had always envied guys with big arms, and now my arms were rapidly inflating with muscle. I watched as my biceps ballooned along with my triceps. I felt my arm thicken as I explored all the new mass. I didn’t gain much definition, but I was definitely gaining a lot of size. My forearms kept up as well, growing into massive hams. After a few minutes I estimated my arms had to be over 20 inches around… and still, albeit more slowly, growing.
When I began to think it would never happen, my chest began to tingle. I became very quiet and noticed that I could actually hear myself filling up with bulk. It sounded like a water balloon being filled up, only instead of the balloon it was my body was literally inflating with offseason, thick muscle. I was still listening when my chest began to morph. Each of my pectorals filled powerful, brawny muscle, rounding out and growing outwards like a muscular shield. I held one in each hand and felt them grow larger and meatier. Along with this my stomach began to change. Hamed had mentioned this would take the longest, however, it seemed like it was all happening very quickly. I placed my meatier hands on my flat stomach and felt it become more firm, more solid, as my abs grew more powerful and my midsection more muscular. Yet at the same time, I could feel an additional layer of fat developing, thickening my waist and causing my increasingly muscular stomach to push out. . I felt full, almost like I was being pumped full of some kind of protein shake The growth continued and I lost my balance and fell to the ground with a giant thump. Having been tired from the growing I decided to lay there until it tapered off.
My chest continued to grow wider and beefier. I pulled myself up and couldn’t believe what I saw. My thighs and butt were enormous, stretching the basketball shorts. The tank top had ridden up, exposing half of my growing muscle gut. I could feel my lats pushing against my arms, continuing to widen with pounds and pounds of powerful muscle. My arms were growing bigger and thicker. My face had filled out some but didn’t look fat. But what really changed my appearance, and what made me look so much tougher, so much more manly, was that my neck had grown incredibly thick and my traps were thickening along with it. My chest, however, was becoming too large. I began to panic and decided to call Hamed. I had an anecdote, but didn’t want to take it unless absolutely necessary. Before I called, I stepped on the scale. 356 pounds. In about thirty minutes I had gained 186 pounds bulky, offseason beef.
Hamed picked up the phone.
“Hamed, I’ve gained a little under 200 pounds and I’m still growing. Does that sound normal?”
I leaned against the counter and felt my enormously muscular thighs rub together as they continued to slowly thicken.
“That sounds about right, but if you don’t stop in the next hour or so, I’d take the anecdote.”
Disappointed but understanding, I hung up the phone and decided to weigh myself again. 378. In three minutes I had gained another 22 pounds. Curious as to where the weight was going I sauntered to the mirror. My huge, bulging arms were pushed out by my massive lats and my whole chest was like a shelf that was difficult to see past. . The feeling of the tight stretchy material containing my massive body gave me an incredible erection. .I was growing into the massive muscle bull I had always dreamed of being. When I reached the mirror, I began to panic.
I was visibly growing larger. Not only larger, but taller. I was maybe five or six inches taller than I was an hour before. The once baggy, long shorts I was wearing now sat about two inches above my knees. I couldn’t believe it. Now that I was a bit taller, my huge body was more proportional. I was a beautiful, tall, enormously beefy man. What I had always wanted.
Concerned about the height increase, I called Hamed again.
“I was afraid of this,” was the first thing he said.
“What do you mean?” I asked, growing concerned. I also noticed my voice had changed, becoming deeper.
“What I gave you contained trace elements of growth hormone. This was to ensure your frame could support all the new muscle tissue.”
“How would trace elements affect anything?”
“There was a chance they could be amplified in your system the same way the muscle is being rapidly expanded. I think you should take the anecdote and we can start over.”
I hung up and turned around. The refrigerator seemed smaller. Everything seemed smaller. I started to make my way to the scale and noticed I was moving very slow. My footsteps were now incredibly ponderous. My entire body flexing and bulging with mass while the clothes stretched tighter and tighter to contain me. They weren’t going to last much longer.
I stepped on the scale and gasped.
ERROR
I had bought a professional scale for the occasion rated to weigh up to 500 pounds. How had I gained over a 100 pounds in such a short amount of time? I looked in the mirror. I was becoming gigantic. My legs were gigantic, swooping trunks leading up to my broad, thickened waist. My muscle gut looking big but strong, with abs still visible and sat below two huge, bulging pecs. I turned to the side to examine my butt which looked like two beach balls. Large, round and extremely muscular My back was beginning to arch dramatically as my frame struggled to support my hulking frame. However, the most dramatic different was my increasing height. I estimated I was now pushing 7 feet tall. It was time for the anecdote.
I sauntered back to the refrigerator to find the bright blue liquid that would stop the growth, and slowly reverse it. It wasn’t where I had left it. As I looked again, I heard the door open. I looked over and saw Hamed.
“You’re beautiful. Massive. Bigger than I ever expected.”
I was confused.
“Hamed, where’s the anecdote?” I swore I could start feel the growing speed up again. I was almost too large to stand in my little kitchen.
“You’re not getting an anecdote. I never made it.”
“Never made it?!? I have to go to work tomorrow!”
“You’re not going anywhere big boy.”
I was panicking. Hamed had tricked me and I was starting to burst out of my clothes. With one giant rip, the basketball shorts flew off, exposing two enormous, hyper-muscular tree trunk thighs and an ass the size of a small car. I blushed as I noticed my augmented erection that was still throbbing.
“Good, you haven’t cum yet.”
My shirt was finished, falling off in shreds and exposing my now naked, inflating, hyper-muscular, over-bulked body. My hands instinctively kept feeling my overblown pecs. I began to back away.
Hamed was transfixed on his creation. He moved towards me and in one quick movement removed his shirt. His body was tight and tan with thick fan of chest hair over his muscular chest.The result of hard training at the gym. He was gorgeous.
“Hamed, I want to go back to the way I was.”
“There’s no going back now, and you’ve still got a long way to go.”
Before I could even ask what he meant, I doubled over and felt something painful and electric race through my huge body.”
“Oooof” was all I could mutter before I felt my entire body inflate faster and faster. I collapsed on the floor in a jumping jack position as I grew into more of a giant overgrown mass monster. I felt like Violet the blueberry girl as the muscles began to push against each other, limiting my mobility. I was afraid but amazed at how huge I was getting. It was literally as if I were being pumped full of muscle. I wanted more.
I had been distracted by growing and hadn’t even noticed that Hamed was now naked beside me, feeling my body. His erection stood there throbbing. He was almost drooling over my body. We met eyes, and he started kissing me as the growing started to slow.
“Make love to me” were the only words I could murmer as he caressed my lips with his tongue. He had climbed on top of my mountainous body and was kissing me deeply as he massaged my huge pecs.. The sensations were unlike any I had ever felt. At over 700 pounds of blimped up muscular bulk, it was all I could do to lay there and let him take me. I might be the strongest man in the world, but I could also hardly move. I was now his.
He worked his way down with his tongue to my nipples and started teasing me gently. They had grown large and he took full advantage, running his tongue over them and biting. With every bite I groaned in pleasure. I could feel his enormous cock pushing between my huge thighs as he moved down my body and made his way to my dick, looking bigger and thicker than ever and throbbing for attention. I tried to sit up.
“You stay down and relax big man, you’re gonna need it after this.”
I had no idea what he was talking about until he came back in the room with the biggest dildo I had ever seen. He saw the panic in my eyes.
“Trust me big guy, you can handle this now. Everything on you has grown.”
I waited in ecstasy as he lubed up the dildo and ran his tongue over the tip of my dick. His mouth came down and took me inside as I groaned in pleasure. It took everything I had not to cum but I didn’t want the pleasure to end. He looked so small against my enormous, hyper muscular body which turned me on even more. I had closed my eyes to enjoy the blow job when he slide the dildo inside of me.
It was the most intense pleasure I had ever felt and I came instantly and heavily inside Hamed’s mouth. He drank it moaning. It almost felt like multiple orgasms as my hulking chest heaved. I almost blacked out and knew my heart was working double time to supply blood to my gigantic body. When I started to catch my breath, Hamed climbed on top of me and with a hint of evil in his eye said, “My turn.”
He sat on me for several minutes lubing his dick and moaning. I wanted to help but was too bulked up .My tensing, flexing muscles turned him on even more.. The dildo inside me was keeping my erection stiff even though I had just cum. I wasn’t sure what Hamed had in mind until he started encouraging me to roll to my side. I did so, feeling like an enormous overblown pile of beef, struggling to move to my side. Hamed fingered my huge ass crack, which had become very deep. When he looked back up, I knew what he had in mind.
Hamed fucked my ass, and though he never made it all the way in, he came violently..He had created his ultimate dream and was taking full advantage. When he was done, he kissed me softly and told me not to worry, that he would see about changing me back.
Before he left, he poured a sour tasting mixture into my mouth and I swallowed. After one last kiss, he left and I quickly fell asleep. I dreamed of my transformation, the hot sex with Hamed, and how I was going to live my life as a 700+ pound man. When I awoke in the same place, I was still huge. While I had shrunken down, I still had a lot of size that I still wasn't used to.. I still had a hulking, offseason physique of a massive, over-bulked bodybuilder. I sauntered to the mirror. I was still enormous. No longer immobilized with bulk, but still huge. Not only that, but I was still somewhere around 6'3". I hadn't lost any of the height I had gained. I stepped gingerly on the scale.
377 pounds. My boner came back with a vengeance, and my dick looked just as thick and hefty as it was at my largest. It was good, I thought to myself, holding my meaty cock, that not everything lost size after trimming down.
Even now, I was still bigger than I’d ever have dreamed of becoming. I was the going to dominate weights in the gym like no one else there. I flexed my 24" pythons. I bounced my outrageously large chest. I widened my back and gave an epic double bicep. I stood up tall, admiring my new height. I was huge.
“I left you with a little more mass than before. I think this is what you wanted. I hope you like it. Until next time.. -Hamed”