From: boybob69@hotmail.com

My Growth As a Writer

You may have read some of the stories I posted here, but nothing beats what has 
recently happened in real life.  I had just finished posting my latest story 
"Growth Potential" when I received an intriguing instant message.

grwthmstr: You know nothing about growth.  Why don't you put your body where 
your mind is?

crzy4grwth: What does that mean?  It's just a fantasy.  It's not as if things 
like this could really happen.

grwthmstr: Let's see what u think a week from now.

The e-conversation was weird, but that's what you get when you post things like 
that on any site.   I didn't think anything more of it.  
Several days later I got a notice in my mailbox saying that I had a package.  I 
was constantly on-line ordering things so I couldn't wait to retrieve it.  I put 
on the tightest t-shirt I had and the jeans that fit like a second skin.  I 
checked myself out in the hall mirror – not bad considering I was quickly 
approaching forty.  My chest had nice depth to it.  My stomach was flat if not 
incredibly defined.  My arms  weren't what you'd call guns, but they still had 
nice definition.  I wanted more and worked hard in the gym to keep what I had, 
but the gains weren't coming like they used to.  Like I said before – not bad.   

There was a guy who worked at Chelsea Station that I had a great running 
flirtation with so any opportunity to up the ante was reason enough.  When I got 
on line there were three people in front of me.  
And there was Scott. He looked a little out of place behind a post office 
window.  His uniform barely covered his solid frame.  His arms pushed the 
material of his shirt to the limit and the buttons at the front of his shirt 
gapped as far as they could without giving up.  I could only imagine what he 
looked like without the uniform. He worked at the post office to give him lots 
of time to work out since there was a gym just a couple of blocks away.  He 
split his routines so he worked out in the morning, again at lunch, and again 
after work.  It showed.  He caught my eye and smiled. I flexed my chest a little 
and winked back.  With two other clerks on duty, it would just be chance that 
Scott would wait on me.  The line slowed to a halt and.  The one clerk breezed 
through two customers and with one left in front of me, it seemed that Scott was 
taking an inordinate amount of time with his customer.  The other clerk called 
the person in front of me and it was like a light went off.  Before Scott had 
finished the exchange with his customer he called "Next" in his deep bass voice 
which sent a signal to my half-hard cock.  Scott's customer began to shuffle 
away as I made my way to the counter.

"Hi!"

"Hi, what brings you here."

"I have a package."

"I noticed."

I blushed as I handed him the slip. 

"Don't go anywhere," Scott said, "I be back in a second."

He got up from his seat, adjusted what looked like a considerable piece of 
manmeat, and disappeared into a back room.  I stood there fantasizing about 
hopping the counter; following him back and having a fuck session right there in 
the midst of all those boxes.

"Are you in there?" Scott asked.

"Sorry, my mind was wandering."

"I wonder where," Scott smirked.  "Here you go."  He presented me with a small 
box.

"This would have fit in my mailbox."

"Yea, but if it had, you wouldn't have brought your sexy bod down here to pick 
it up."

"I'm not half the bod you are."

"You're getting there.  Do you want to work out with me after work?"

"Sure."

"Great.  I'm done at 4.  See you then, big guy."

I left the post office almost skipping.  I had almost totally forgotten the 
package that had brought me there.  By the time I got back home, I was fairly 
excited, so I decided to strip down and have a good session with myself.  I 
stood in front of the mirror naked just looking at what I'd been able to do in 
the last several years.  
I had totally remade myself.   In High School through my early 30's, I was thin 
and I tried everything to gain weight.  Then overnight it was as if a switch was 
turned on and all I had to do was look at food and I gained weight, but it all 
went to my waist.  Then two years ago I had an epiphany when a friend of a 
friend of mine whom I hadn't seen in a few years came up to me in a bar, gave me 
a hug and whispered in my ear, "Nice."  He was a chubby chaser and I woke up the 
next day and started going to the gym.  I was able to take all that weight and 
redistribute it.  I was no Scott, but I certainly wasn't who I used to be 
either, but I always wanted more.

I hit a few respectable poses in the mirror and was getting turned on by the 
idea of working out with Scott this afternoon.  I caught in reflection the 
unopened box on my computer table.  "Maybe it's supplements," I thought.   I was 
constantly on-line order the latest andro-this and HGH-that which always proved 
to be extremely disappointing.  When I opened the box, it contained two vials; a 
CD- Rom titled HT Use this Product for Maximum Growth; and a set of headphones.  
I hadn't remembered ordering anything like this, but with the thought of Scott 
in the back of my head, what harm could it do.

I pushed the CD-Rom drawer into my PC and clicked on the run icon.  A screen 
flashed.  DO NOT RUN THIS PRODUCT WITHOUT WEARING THE HEADPHONES.  "Weird," I 
thought, but I plugged the headphones into the PC and clicked on the icon again.  
There was a blast of sound so intense that I thought I was going to black out, 
but then a very handsome bald man appeared on the screen.

"Hello, crazy4growth, I am growth master.  Sorry about the shock of that sound, 
but that's the only way to get men who receive this CD to actually tune into the 
frequency of what I'm about to tell you.  You are probably rock hard right now."

I checked myself and he was right.  I was harder than I've ever been in my life 
and my balls were…

"And your nuts are probably churning …"

That was a little freaky.

"Relax.  Your growth is just about to begin.  Just listen to my voice and let it 
fill your head.  Let it seep into every fiber of every muscle you have – into 
every cell of every muscle.  Get the green vial."

I reached over for the green vial.  

"Open it and snort the contents.  Don't worry it's not like any drug you've had 
before.  It's a combination of growth enhancers and a powerful muscle relaxant.  
Only at total rest will you grow the way you want."

I was a bit apprehensive.  And it was if the image on the screen sensed my 
misgivings.

"It's what you want, isn't it?"

"Yes," I said weakly.

"It's all you think about, isn't it?"

"Yes," I felt totally relaxed as it was.  There was something about his voice.

"You are obsessed by it…possessed by it.  That's why you write stories about 
it."

"Yes, sir."  "Sir?" I thought.  What's that about?

"Then snort what's in the vial."

All of my anxiety had disappeared and I cracked the vial open; held it to my 
nose; and took a deep inhale.  Immediately, my body flushed.  I could feel the 
blood coursing through my veins.  I also saw my arm drop and I found that I 
couldn't raise my arm if I wanted to.  I was totally immobile staring at the 
most handsome man I'd ever seen on my screen.

"Your body is now my plaything," He said.

"Then, play away."

There was another blast of music and then a low steady hum like really good 
Techno music.  The hum filled my head and moved down to fill my chest and trunk 
and then down through my arms and fingers and further down into my legs and toes 
and then the hum shot into my cock and nuts.  It was like the best Ecstasy I'd 
ever had.  But there was more.

"Okay, crazy for growth, it's time for you to grow.  Chest and abs first."

Another pulse of music and then the feeling as if my pecs were getting pumped 
bigger and bigger.  I could look down and I was right.  My chest had grown at 
least 10" in the past few moments.  
Thank God, I was naked or I would have busted out of the shirt.  I saw the clef 
between my pecs deepen and deepen to at least an 8" valley between them.  My 
stomach tightened, flattened and then I felt each pack of the eight-pack form 
and solidify.  Needles to say, my cock was throbbing at what my eyes were seeing 
and what my body was feeling.  It was as if he sensed that, too. 

"Not yet, not until the transformation is complete."

The buzzing in my cock moderated to a constant tingle.

"Now the legs."  More music and in the mirror opposite me I saw my quads morph, 
split, and morph again.  They  were larger than any builder I'd seen in any 
magazine.  They flopped open and I could see the same type of radical 
transformation on my calves.

"How's that?" he said.

"More," was all I could say.

"Of course, more.  Shoulders, neck, and arms.  And another rush of music.  My 
shoulders broadened becoming boulders and my bi's were quickly following them 
enlarging and snaking with totally pumped up veins.  I could also feel my arms 
pushing away from the back of the chair.  I was sure without even looking that 
my tri's had filled out exactly how I always wished they would.  My traps had 
enlarged so that it looked like they connected to the base of my skull.

"And how could we forget back and butt."  

I felt my lats flair and my arms raise away from my body.  I could feel my butt 
twitching and becoming firmer and firmer, with a buzz at the hole just dying to 
be fucked.

"And now last, but not least, cock and balls."

What was a tingle became a wave of desire so strong I thought I would go crazy.  
I felt my cock lengthen, widen and my balls swell to the size of large 
grapefruits.

 "Okay, boy, is that enough?"

I looked at myself in the mirror.  I was huge.  Bigger than I'd ever imagined I 
could be.  But still there was something lacking.

"No."

"No, what?"

"No, sir."

"Good boy.  Why want a little when you can have it all."

Another jolt of music so intense that I'm sure I had passed out for a moment.  
When I opened my eyes and was able to focus back in on my image in the mirror, I 
shot the biggest, hottest, longest load I'd ever shot.  I was more than huge.  I 
was immense, but perfectly proportioned.  And even though I'd just cum, I felt 
hot again.  

"That's all you'll want from this point on.  To eat,  go to the gym, grow more 
and fuck like a bunny."

"Yes, sir."

"But we have to get you a playmate."

"I think I know where to find one, sir." 



   










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