Jake Landry
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🕑 Added 2019-10-15 02:59:10 +0000 UTCAdrian had just finished up his journaling for the day. He’d learned it was a bit easier to store and take care of his work by keeping it on the computer instead of a notebook. It was a place his dad would never go, so there was a hint of privacy there as well. Each file was kept perfectly in order in folders labeled for each month. Years had gone by and he’d learned how to keep it all in order.
It was his own private way of talking to himself. A place where he felt like he could explain the day and himself without the feeling of other people judging him. But then his mouse started moving on its own. “What the…” he muttered as he tried to take the reins back from the computer. It didn’t stop. He shook it around. It didn’t move. The mouse minimized the document he had opened and went up a folder. It hovered around one of the folders when he was fourteen. “Hey!” he shook the mouse again. “Stop that.”
The folder opened with his older documents. It was a bit spotty when he was younger as he hadn’t quite figured out what he wanted to write yet. The mouse hovered over one and double clicked. It scrolled down through the document and found a spot. “Hey!” Adrian shouted again. It didn’t do anything. A space appeared between two paragraphs and then words.
‘Dad left the TV on when he fell asleep. It was a bodybuilder show. I knew I shouldn’t be watching it but I couldn’t take my eyes off them. They were just so big. I felt like I wanted to be like them.’
“Hey!” Adrian felt a little bit weird. He could feel the memory seeping into his mind. The feeling of seeing all those guys oiled up and standing in the bright lights on stage was oddly clear. Each of their muscles shined and glistened in the bright lights. “What the heck…” he rubbed his head trying to figure out why he could remember that so clearly.
The mouse moved onto another document opening it up. It was a few months later, closer to his birthday. ‘I can’t believe dad actually got me a full set of weights! It must have cost him a fortune. I’d been bugging him so much about letting me join a gym but he would have had to join too so that was out of the question. This was obviously the cheaper option but I couldn’t believe he finally did it! Maybe he’ll work out with me too!’ After the day there were workouts spelled out with his weights and reps. The next file was opened and the same thing was posted at the bottom of the screen. The mouse moved wildly in the excitement.
Adrian felt something shift in his body. His body sat more upright in the chair. He spread his legs out a bit more under the desk. Looking around his room he could see a few of the smaller weights used more as doorstops or to hold things down. Obviously all the bigger ones were in their home gym. ‘Home gym?’ Adrian knew exactly where it was. At some point his dad had decided to sacrifice most of the garage in exchange for even more workout equipment.
“What’s going on!?” he cried out as the headache started again.
Looking at the screen he could see some bits and pieces had been changed. On a conscious level he knew he had been afraid of starting high school. Going to the new building was a bit terrifying while having completely new teachers, schedule and activities he could participate in. But this version of himself seemed excited.
‘Coach keeps bothering me about joining a couple of the school’s sports teams. He says he’ll teach me how to get really big if I do it. Though, I’m already almost as tall as him. It’s so weird looking down at some of the teachers. They used to look so big, now they’re so small.’
Adrian felt his body growing again. Coach Ford was 6’3”. His broad shoulders and height usually commanded compliance over the rest of school. Adrian’s bones stretched further out while muscle started to pack onto his frame. If he was almost 6’3” freshman year, he had to have grown at least a couple more inches. The lithe muscles he’d had bulged out into something far bigger. His shirt no longer needed sleeves and anything other than soft flexible shorts would be too constrictive.
‘Coach keeps testing me for drugs. But I tell him I’m not on anything. I had a couple of offers but never took them up. All the tests just say I’m producing way more hormones or whatever than most guys my age. Not that I’m complaining.’
“What’s… Going… On…” Adrian growled as the growth continued. The already bulging muscles grew another inch. He could see the veins sticking out, pumping more and more blood through them. He tried to focus but it was getting harder to do.
‘Man. I can’t believe I’ve got a bro like Ryan. That little dork’s been doin so much of my homework. Don’t know how’s he’s so smart. Only reason I’m passin any of my classes. Tries to help but I just don’t get that shit. Not nearly as interesting as working out. Or gettin bigger. Dad says I can’t get into college if I don’t try a bit harder. But fuck that. I could just be one of those influencers or shit. Got the fucking body for it.’
All of Adrian’s thoughts started to soften. He could feel his mind going slightly numb at the feeling. The only things he wanted to think about was getting bigger. His arms weren’t quite 20 inches and his quads seemed to be lacking behind some of the other guys. He could keep his abs but that was sometimes so frustrating. Luckily he had someone like Ryan to help him out.
He shook his head trying to focus but his mind kept going back Ryan. More words were being typed on the screen but he couldn’t quite focus on them. The thought of Ryan was just a bit too much. His small, skinny body ran through his head. He pulled up a few of his nudes that had been sent a while ago. Seeing his naked body ran through his mind again. “Damn…” he cursed looking at the smooth curves.
Adrian ran his finger around his nipple. His cock jumped at the stimulus. He fell back onto his king sized bed that hadn’t been made for the last week. “So fucking sexy…” he moaned running his thick hands up and down his even thicker body. They were covered in callouses from all the weights he lifted. It was worth it for muscles like these but it made it so much harder to imagine Ryan.
Feeling his soft hands run up and down his hard muscles was everything he ever wanted. It felt so good to have him test his strength and watch Ryan’s eyes light up with excitement each time he couldn’t make the muscle move even a little bit. Adrian bucked his hips against his bed. He gripped the edge a bit tighter. The sheets covered his hands. His ass clenched.
Ryan would then push him down on the bed. Despite his smaller stature, he was so much more commanding. Adrian was a bit worried the first time. The way Ryan acted so innocent and soft, he never thought that someone like Ryan would change so much when he was alone. His confidence soared. And then when he dropped his pants, “so big…” Adrian moaned.
He ran his hips against the mattress again, feeling the tension building. It was a small writhe of pleasure but he couldn’t stop it. Thinking about Ryan’s thick long cock, he couldn’t help but grind his body against the mattress beneath him. Adrian had always thought his four inches was rather big. That’s what all the girls had told him. But when he saw that thick 9 inches seem to just keep growing he couldn’t believe it. It was nearly as thick as his two of his fingers that he’d been using to play with himself but felt so different.
“Oh fuck,” he bucked his hips again. His body couldn’t stop moving against the bed. Each muscle tightened and loosened at different rates making it impossible to control just what was happening to his body. The first time he’d felt that cock deep inside him, he gave Ryan such a wild ride. His body just reacted to the sensation. The tickle inside his insides was too much to handle and he couldn’t hold back.
“Oh fuck!” he cursed again. This time his body reacting to the thought. Just like every other time, he’d lost control. Though with Ryan, he’d started to get a little better. Usually thinking about past flings but he didn’t really care about. But when he was alone with his thoughts of Ryan, he let it just go.
Panting, Adrian rolled over in his bed. His wide back covered much of the king sized bed but it still felt so vacant. His phone buzzed on the desk. ‘Hey, mind if I come over?’ Ryan texted.
‘Of course man! I was just thinking of you!’
Comments
Thanks! =D But I do feel like it could be a bit better if the theme was a bit more consistent at the end and it was the writer writing the sex scene on the screen and him reacting to it. If I redid it I'd probably make it about someone getting a biography written about them and then changing little details at the beginning and then bigger ones at the end. But idk XD
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Great premise
