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Jake

Dr.Porter worked as a genetic scientist at a major teaching university, and when 
he and his wife decided to have a child, Dr.Porter decided he wanted to fool 
around a little with the baby's genetic make-up. Dr.Porter had been studying the 
gene structures of some of the world's strongest and most muscular men. He had 
noticed a similar pattern in one stretch of the DNA helix, and by extracting an 
ovum from his wife, he was able to re-align its gene structure to resemble this 
pattern. Then he fertilized the egg, and replanted it in his wife's ovarian 
tract,hoping it would attach and produce a world class athlete of a child.

Nine months later, their son, Jake, was born. For his first ten years, he was a 
relatively normal kid, but after his tenth birthday, he began to show signs of 
accelerated muscle growth. By the time he was twelve, he was 5'7 and weighed 
175lbs, all muscle, and the boy had never touched a weight. At thirteen, his 
father set up a basement weightroom for the boy, just to see what would happen.

Jake took to lifting well. He loved adding weight to his lifts, workout after 
workout. And he put everything he had into it. His body would pump up so 
intensely that sometimes he had trouble flexing afterward, but he always went 
thru various poses, just to see how much bigger he was getting. And he was 
getting big, fast. His father made special protein shakes for him, and Jake 
added 20lbs of muscle in the first month of lifting.

When he turned 14, Jake was extremely muscular for his age. And at 5'9, 
215lbs,not an ounce of fat, he was strong as a bull. He began going to his dad's 
university to wrestle with the college wrestling team. Jake was not only 
powerful, but fast too, and in no time was taking on the team's senior 
heavyweights, pinning them down in under 20 seconds. Jake totally got into his 
superior power, and would hold his opponents against the mat and taunt them, 
saying "come on, fat boy, try and get up".

It seems that his dad's experiment had worked well. But there was a problem too. 
Dr.Porter had assumed that since he and his wife were both very bright, their 
son would be too. Unfortunately, that genetic trait got lost somewhere, and Jake 
was a slow learner who came to detest school work. In fact, Jake had to be held 
back a few times, and, by eighteen, was still only a sophomore in high school. 
One very big sophomore. Much to the coachs' chagrin, the 6', 285lbs Jake had no 
interest in organized sports, but prefered to spend his spare time at the gym, 
hitting the weights harder and more intensely than ever.

There was nothing Jake enjoyed more than pumping up with massive poundages. He 
was already benching 750 for reps, way more than twice his bodyweight, and he 
ached to make it to three times. He would pump out set after set, then strip off 
his shirt and bounce out his huge pecs in the mirror, totally oblivious to the 
other guys staring in amazement at this massive kid.

At eighteen, Jake was stuck in high school. He was sitting in the back row of 
his English class, concentrating not on his schoolwork, but on his arm muscles. 
He held his left arm out in a hard half-flex, rolling his wrist and watching as 
his bowling pin shaped forearm writhed with steel cable muscle. He loved 
clenching his fist as hard as he could, then releasing his hand and watching as 
the blood surged into the heavy veins snaking all over his gnarly forearm. He 
couldn't wait till three, when he could hit the gym and work his arms, his back, 
his delts, his........

The bell rang, and as the other students started to file out, the teacher called 
from the front of the class.. "Jake, stay in your seat, we need to talk for a 
second". As the last student left the room, he shut the door behind him. The 
room was silent now, with Jake in the back, and the teacher, Mr. Siedel, in the 
front.

"Jake," said Mr. Seidel," I don't know what to do, man. You're failing my class 
again, and I need you to help me out a little."

Jake looked up at his teacher. He liked Mr. Seidel because he knew he really did 
want to help him out, but Jake just didn't care about school. He also knew that 
the teacher had the hots for him; he had caught him checking out his massive 
body on more that one occasion. 
Jake went to stand up, but his thick thigh caught on the top of the desk. As he 
stood, the desk came off the ground, clinging to his leg. 
Jake looked down at the desk, then gave his quad little flex, causing the screws 
to bust apart like brittle clay. The desktop tumbled to the ground noisely. Jake 
leaned down, picked up the formica desktop,held it straight out in front of him, 
and snapped it like a wafer.

Mr. Seidel said nothing. He just stared at Jake in amazement. And, yes, he did 
have the hots for this huge muscle kid. He'd never seen anything like it. As if 
reading his mind, Jake said "You wanna see some muscle, teach?" and put his 
hands to the collar of his XXXL tee, and ripped it off his body. Mr. Seidel 
audibly gasped at the sight of Jake's thickly muscled torso. The teacher had 
done some amateur bodybuilding in college and even judged contests now and then, 
but had never seen anything close to the density of this kid's body.

Jake began to roll the muscle's of his granite 8-pac abs. He had total freaky 
control of his contractions, and at 3%bf, every rippling fiber showed. He ate so 
much that his gut protruded some, but was still hard as rock, as Jake knew, 
since he liked to take baseball bats and snap them across his abs like 
toothpicks.

"Now, take a look at a back," said Jake, as he turned around and slowly began to 
spread his lats. His thick wings flared out wider and wider as he pulled his 
elbows forward. His teacher couldn't believe it. Jake's traps mounded up like a 
yoke. The freaky wideness of his upper back tapered down to a rippling christmas 
tree at his lower back.

Suddenly, Jake felt a surge,starting at his feet and moving up through his 
football-sized calves, into his loins, and converging into his groin. Jake 
moaned as his bullcock began to swell and wrestle in his jeans. He ripped his 
pants open, and his cock jumped out like a boa. Jake had never felt like this 
before, and he LIKED it. The surge continued up through his torso, charging his 
upper body, pumping him bigger than he had ever been.

He turned to face his teacher, his massive muscles glistening, his cock 
throbbing and oozing ropes of precum to the floor. Jake hit a double-bi shot, 
threw his head back and ROARED, shattering every window in the classroom. Mr. 
Seidel stumbled back against the blackboard. Jake's thick squatter's butt began 
to contract, pushing his pelvis forward. Suddenly, Jake's cock began to shoot 
load after load of cum jet-streaming across the top of 12 rows of desks, 
splattering all over the top of the blackboard. His thick paste ran down the 
board in gobs. Mr. Seidel had cum in his pants without even realizing it, just 
before he fainted.

Jake left school that day and never returned. He didn't wait to be expelled, he 
just knew his time there was done. Besides, all he really wanted to do was get 
bigger, and stronger.....much stronger.

After leaving school that day, Jake walked the three miles home. 
Not a real long walk, but enough for him to feel his quads pumping up more than 
ever. Whatever caused the surge he felt in his classroom earlier, the effect was 
a trememdous rush of power to each of his already powerful limbs.

When Jake got to his parent's house, he accidentally ripped the solid oak front 
door right off its hinges. "Ut-oh", he thought. His mother was gonna freak when 
she saw this. Fortunately, no one was home. He laid the door aside, and went in. 
He went to the second refrigerator where they kept his food, and downed first 
one gallon of heavy cream and protein powder, then a second. "Ahhhhh", he said, 
then belched. He could practically feel himself getting stronger. He dug through 
the back of the hall closet, and pulled out his dad's bowling ball. Then he went 
up to his room, laid the bowling ball on the bed, and shut his door. He stripped 
down, then flexed out his quad muscles. He noticed that they were veinier than 
ever, and looked to be about to bust the skin. Jake picked up the bowling ball 
and wedged it between his massive thighs. He began to bear down on the ball, 
squeezing with his barrel-sized thunder thighs. He began to grunt and groan, 
like he was taking a shit. His face reddened and the veins on his bullneck began 
to swell out. He looked down at the ball and clenched his fists. Suddenly there 
was a loud CRACK, as the bowling ball gave in to the pressure of Jake's 
enormously strong legs.

"YEAHHHH," he yelled. The ball had split right in two, but Jake wasn't done yet. 
He started grinding his legs, every striation exploding and rippling, the veins 
snaking and pulsing. His eyes half- closed as if in a trance, he continued to 
bear down, until bowling ball powder began crumbling between his legs like an 
hourglass. 
Before long, the ball was gone, replaced by a pile of black dust on the floor. 
Jake's display of brute strength had given him a raging hard-on. He strutted 
into his bathroom and began to stroke himself. "Holy Fuck," he moaned. His new 
power had also affected the intensity of pure animal pleasure he felt in his 
crotch. Jake supported himself against the wall while he continued to whack his 
thick bullmeat. He lubed himself with his pre, and then blew....and blew... and 
blew....He didn't know if it would ever stop....load after load spewed into his 
shower. After he finished, it looked like two quarts of yogurt had exploded on 
the tiled walls.

Jake felt like he was on another planet, or a different time zone. 
He'd never felt so incredible. He also knew it was time to get out of his 
parent's house. For good. He was almost nineteen, and time to get out on his 
own. He packed up a bag and headed out, knowing that his first stop would be the 
gym, to test out the power of his hormone- rich muscle.

As Jake was going into his gym, the owner noticed him carry his duffel bag 
packed with clothes. "You moving somewhere?" he asked Jake.

"Nah," said Jake," just moving outta my parent's house, is all."

"Yeah? You got a place to stay?" asked George, the gym's owner.

"Not yet"

"Well, listen," said George,"there's a little room in the back of the gym. If 
you want to clean it up some, I'll throw in a mattress, you can stay there till 
you find someplace."

 Jake said," Sure, man. Thanks." Now Jake was psyched. He spent the next four 
hours hitting the weights hard, tossing around mindboggling poundage. He never 
wasted his time with split routines, or one day on, one day off shit. He just 
hit it hard as hell, in what ever order felt right.

Today he felt freaky strong, and it proved to be true. He started with bench 
presses, loading the bar with 595. He pumped out twenty reps, then stopped 
because he wanted to add weight. He did 685 for another twenty. Then he said 
fuck it, loaded the bar to 910. He chalked up and got down on the bench. This 
was 200lbs more than he'd ever tried. He grunted the bar up and out, lowered it 
slowly to his chest, then powered it up. He managed 12 sets of 15 reps.

Jake was so charged up, he could hardly stand it. He moved right to deadlifts, 
loading up 1200lbs. He hoist the weights up and down, his massive back exploding 
with thickness as he blew thru 25 reps, the tremendous poundage threatening to 
collapse the special lifting platform he was working on. He did 20 more sets, 
working his way up to 1600lbs, and to a total freak pump. Then he hit the 
showers.

Jake let the hot water bounce off his rockhard superhuman body. 
Fuck, he thought, this is awesome. No more school. My own place to stay. Can 
work out all fricking day. Jake was in heaven, and was stroking himself without 
even realizing it. But then, so were the three other dudes that were in the 
showerroom watching him. They had all been so turned on by his display of 
strength , they had practically jogged to the shower to whack, even before Jake 
came in. 
When he showed up, every inch of his thickly muscled body glistening with sweat, 
pumped beyond anything they had ever seen, their minds reeled, and so did their 
cocks. In seconds, jism was washing down the drains as they unloaded to the 
sight of Jake's magnificence. 
Meanwhile, Jake was giving himself a turbo-charged handjob, his superstrong 
fingers milking his cock as he got off on the thought of his freaky strength.