This choice: He had hit Dylan, who slowly grows more muscular than before • Go Back...Chapter #3Dylan hits the gym. by: Unknown Dylan nodded in agreement. "Yeah, a blue light hit me in the chest. I'm fine though." reassured of his wellbeing, the family returned to their food. They were all headed out after lunch, Jerome and Justin going out with friends, and his sister and twin brother going with his parents to stay with their grandparents. He had managed to weasel his way out of going, and was looking forward to the time with just his chilled brother to watch him. He decided to go for a workout, as some of the other guys on the gym had been getting bigger and bigger, leaving Dylan in the dust.
He made his way to their small school gym, dressed in baggy shorts and a loose tank top. He had recently started a new training regime, designed for him to grow more muscular for his gymnastics. He was glad to see he was alone at the gym, as he preferred to work out uninterrupted. He grabbed two 15kg dumbbells and began to curl them. He pumped out ten solid reps, his usual set, but kept going, as he wasn’t feeling his usual strain in his muscles. In fact, he started pushing the weights up towards him easily, more and more easily each rep. He didn’t notice it, but his biceps slowly started to fill out more, a ripple running through his deltoids as they slowly became more defined. He dropped the weights down onto the ground. He felt really angry for some reason. He picked up two twenties and repeated the same movement. It was hard, to begin with, but just like before It got easier and easier. Once again, his arms and shoulders swelled.
He repeated this several times until he flung two fifties across the room, irritated at how light they were. His anger and determination clouded his brain, so he didn’t really think about how he shouldn’t have been able to lift, much less curl those weights. He also didn’t notice how his absurdly pumped arms had grown by nearly 50% in the last 15 minutes. Instead, he just moved onto the next exercise: Bench press. Benching had been his weakest exercise, and so he loaded up the bar with 40kg, two 20kg plates on either side. He didn’t want to go too hard without a spotter. He positioned himself under the weight and repped out for 3. He never really went past three reps at a time, but something possessed him to keep going. He began pushing the weight up and down furiously, going twice as fast as usual but still keeping form. His chest began to swell underneath his tank top, the previously loose garment now being pulled tight by the boy’s expanding pecs. The two straps were stretched to their limit over his large deltoids. His lats also began to push out against the sides of the tank top, as his skin began to spill out. It was evident that he was growing taller as well, as it dropped low, revealing more and more of his widening neck and thickening chest. He quickly got up, and without thinking doubled the weight on the bars. He barely got it the first couple of times, but it quickly became easy and he repped out the weight nearly 60 times. The straps of his tank top had almost disappeared underneath his swelling muscles.
Still not paying attention to his rapidly growing physique or his rapidly increasing strength, Dylan focused his attention on the squat rack. He loaded up his normal 50kg. He managed his rep, but just like the benchpress he just kept repping. He reached ten reps, and his quads began to push out against his shorts, 20 and it was visible he was once again growing in height as his shorts began to ride up his quads, which were still swelling. He changed the weight to 80 and continued to rep as his shorts stretched and stretched, and then tore, falling apart. His quads and glutes were absolutely massive, not an ounce of fat to be seen. He did nearly 20 reps with that and then moved onto
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