Tim pulled into the gym. He could hardly wait to not only start lifting but he also was excited to see his old friend Mark, a guy he became close to in college but had not seen for at least 2 years. Tim was about 45 now. His college days of pumping iron with Mark were long gone but Tim and Mark, still living in the same town, had remained close. But Mark had moved to South America with his job at Temcel Chemicals about two years ago and Tim hadn’t heard from him till a couple of days ago when Mark called saying he had moved back to town and they agreed to meet at the gym. Tim had wanted to stay active and keep lifting but he had only recently been returning to the gym. His job was demanding and his body showed. At 6’2 and 265, Tim was still a formidable guy, but much of his weight was now from his stomach, a trait he noticed in a lot of other middle aged guys. His chest was sagging and he just did not resemble the muscled athlete of his college days. Mark had the same story. His job at Temcel paid very well, but it kept Mark busy and this move to South America had been a little fishy. Mark said that his company had discovered some new breed of vegetation down there but otherwise couldn’t give any details. At 5’7, 210 Mark had always been the short guy. His stocky build also began to show signs of age since Tim had last seen him. Little did Tim know how different Mark would be.
Tim saw Marks car pull in and he got excited. He jumped out of his car into the mid February snow. Mark got out of his car and flashed Tim that familiar smile. Mark was a handsome guy and his mustache and graying hair made him look distinguished.
"Hey Tim! Long time no see you old son-of-a-bitch! How is life?”
Tim laughed as he greeted Mark with a hand shake. Marks hands were rough and seemed bigger than Tim could remember. The cold had Mark bundled up but Tim got the impression that he looked different; his jaw line seemed stronger and more robust. His grip was firm and kind of hurt Tim’s hands which he always thought were strong and big.
"Things have been fine Mark. Great to see you’re back.”
The guys continued to catch up as they walked into the gym and into the locker room. They set their bags down and began to change. Mark was talking about his trip, the heat, the villages, but not his Temcel involvement. Mark removed his jacket and Tim had to make a double-take. Mark was different! His body looked like it was straining every fiber of his t-shirt: his arms were canons and looked to be over 20 inches, his chest was heavy and Tim could see his two meaty pectorals almost exploding from the shirt, and his stomach, while still large was pressing against the t-shirt and he could see Mark’s abs which looked like solid bricks rather than a lean six pack. What was going on? Mark had never looked this huge before, and certainly not since he had left. Mark then removed his shirt and had his back turned to Tim, still talking about his move. His shoulders were wider than a house and meaty with muscle. Every muscle on his back was defined and he looked like the Hulk rather than Tim’s old friend. Tim then became concerned. Was his friend on steroids? Mark removed this suspicion from Tim’s mind when he removed his trousers. His legs were tree trunks: exploding thighs and calves just as big as his biceps. His bulge was obscene! Tim could see the clear outline of Marks massive unit in his tight briefs which looked bigger than Tim’s even when he was erect. It looked to be almost seven inches and thick as salami. His balls were the size of large lemons and pubic hair was sprouting from all the sides. No way was he on roids; he wouldn’t have a package that huge!
They both were now in their workout clothes when Tim could no longer contain his curiosity.
"Geez Mark, you’re massive! What have you been doing?”
Mark hesitated. “Uh well you know they had a gym where I was staying and I have just been working out"
Tim didn’t buy it. There was no way to get that huge in just two years. Plus his bulge… even in his shorts it was clearly visible that Mark was hung like a horse. As they began to work out, Mark grabbed two dumbbells weighing 85 pounds and began to curl them with ease. He could bench 500 pounds. His chest was ridiculous, the pecs were perfectly formed and just plain massive. Everyone was staring. No one recognized him and the women (and men) in the gym couldn’t keep their eyes off of his horse cock. Tim couldn’t keep up but it seemed Mark was just getting started. Mark’s abs were rock solid and as he sweated the t-shirt he was wearing clung to his bulk, amplifying his manly physique.
When they were finished they returned to the locker room and Tim went into Mark,
"Ok man, tell me really what have you been doing down there? You’re built like a power lifter and I highly doubt you got this build so quickly.”
"Look Tim. When I was in South America, Temcel had this herb. We ran some tests on animals and the results were stunning. Their muscles grew to unheard of proportions and I decided to test it on myself. We condensed the herb into a pill and when I took it I grew like mad. It’s unreal…I mean look at me!”
He flexed his bicep and it stretched the shirt to near bursting. “Twenty- two inches man! My chest…” he bounced his massive pectorals. The shirt began to slightly tear at the seams on the side from the sheer bulk. “53 inches now! I weigh nearly 300 pounds but I only got 8% body fat. My stomach is pure stone, and I mean there have been other benefits too.” He cupped his massive bulge which even his big mitts couldn’t completely hold. “I’m big man, REAL big. I can’t stop fucking girls and they can’t get enough of my body."
I was envious. I have been working out hard and never have I gotten close to his level. “Want to be like me?” he asked
“Well I mean” I didn’t know what to say. Of course I did but was it safe?
He seemed to read my mind. “Trust me no side effects. And Tim with your body type, I can only imagine how big you would get. Just take this.”
He reached into his bag and pulled out a small vile. He then handed it to me and inside was a small white pill. “Come on man. I brought this for you. I had to hook up my old bud with some of this power.”
We said our goodbyes and I was now sitting in my car, staring at the pill. What was going to happen to me?
Part 2:
Tim arrived back at his massive modern mansion. The bold lines attracted him and symbolized a sense of power. As he walked through the amazing home his mind was running at a thousand miles per hour. He placed the white pill Mark had given him on the kitchen counter and stared at it for a minute. He wanted the muscle and recharged energy of his friend Mark but he was concerned about taking this drug. It was untested, unknown, and also powerful. But he couldn’t take being a flabby old man any more. He needed to regain that sense of power. He grabbed a glass from the cabinet, filled it with water, and threw caution into the wind and swallowed the pill. Using the bullet proof theory ‘You only live once’ he had determined that this new change would be a positive one, no matter what the cost.
He was exhausted from trying to keep up with Mark at the gym and needed some sleep. As he walked down the hall he couldn’t stop looking at his reflection in a long mirror. His body had gone downhill. Though he had been putting work in at the gym, he had not made any major improvements and began to see himself as an old man, though he was still in his mid forties. He took a shower and by the time he hit the sheets, he was out.
Tim woke up the next morning…and instantly he noticed the changes. His shirt and briefs had ripped off and his sheets and lower body were covered in semen. He jumped up and ran to the mirror. He almost fainted when he saw his new body. He looked like Bill Kazmaier except hairier and larger! His pecs were dense mountains of pure beef. He bounced them and they jumped up and down with pure power. His didn’t even have a neck anymore! His traps went up to his ears and his chest went nearly up to his chin. He flexed both biceps and couldn’t believe it. They were perfectly formed and massive. His stomach was the picture perfect definition of a muscle gut. While still large, it was obviously pure muscle; six massive chunks of muscle stretched the skin. But there was still the best improvement left. His cock was ungodly huge, looking like it belonged on a zoo animal than a human. His balls were the size of large lemons and covered with hair. He laughed and it seemed unfamiliar; his voice was deep most likely due to his monster balls. He was still sticky with the amount of cum he blew last night and pools of cum were inside the fold of the sheets. This was insane! He had to take measurements. He grabbed a measuring strip and instantly went for the chest. 62 inches and man was he hairy! Arms measured to 24 inches of pure muscle. On the scale in his master bath he weighed 355 with only 8% body fat. This was ALL muscle. And to top it all off his dick was 8 inches long…soft! He just couldn’t believe this. It was unreal. Tim kept staring at himself in the mirror and started to get hard. Measuring his erect tower of a penis: 13 inches and almost as thick as a beer can. He grabbed the phone and called Mark.
"Tim? Hey so how did it go? Did you take the pill?”
"Oh yeah man, I did…” Tim was smiling like he just won the lottery
"Awesome! Come over and let me see!”
He went through his closet and tried to put on a t-shirt. He couldn’t, he was just too massive. He searched around but only found an XL. He managed to squeeze it on but it was hardly a fit. The shirts bottom nearly snapped as he tried to fit it over his massive chest. He had to cut off the sleeves because his massive shoulders and biceps were ripping them. The shirt only managed to cover up to half his gut and his massive amount of stomach hair was visible. He laughed to himself looking like he put on a child’s t-shirt. He tried to put on some briefs but it proved unsuccessful. He was just too massive for his old Hanes briefs and he just put on some mesh shorts (which were stretched to maximum capacity due to his giant cock, huge thighs, and gargantuan gluts). He got into his car and headed to Mark’s house.
On the way, Tim got another massive erection and couldn’t help but jerk his big tool. When he came he nearly had a stroke with pleasure and it seemed more like he was pissing; he just came like a fountain! The warm goo flowed down his muscular and hairy calves and he loved the feeling. Mark’s home was equally large as Tim’s and was built in the late 30s giving it character and charm. Tim knocked on the front door and when Mark opened it he couldn’t believe his eyes. Tim walked inside and threw a giant 24 inch bicep up in the air.
“Well I think it worked!” Tim laughed with a new sense of importance.
“This is unbelievable! I mean look at you man! I told you it would work.”
“This is great! I can’t thank you enough!” and as he took in a deep breath, the shirt finally gave way, exploding to show off Tim’s body
“Well hey, when in Rome” Mark said and pulled of his T to show off his still equally impressive girth.
The two men stared at each other and began to look differently at the man. Both were thinking how much they wanted to feel up the others big, burly pecs. It was strange but the men were starting to feel a little horny. They went down to Mark’s new home gym and started pumping weights like pro bodybuilders. These muscle giants were surely in for a whole new world of fun and pleasure!