Parking his new dark blue expensive sports car at the local gym, the young athlete stepped up over the curb and through the door. Carrying a bright purple duffle bag with his exercise clothes on his shoulder, the football player searched his tight jean pocket for his phone so he could check in.
Eventually locating it, he pulled it out and approached the front desk. Given that he has spent so much time in this gym, the man has become incredibly well acquainted with the staff. He’s even been romantically involved with more than half of the staff close to his age, male and female. The employee behind the front desk, a somewhat toned dirty blonde boy named Topher, is no exception to this. The two became close and frequently engage in a casual open relationship.
Spotting the NFL hopeful approach his desk, Topher was overjoyed to see him. “Hello, Lightning,” the dirty blonde said with a smile. “It’s always nice to see you in here. I love when you’re giving all the amateurs a show. Speaking off, someone new just joined today. He may be giving you a run for your money. He looks like if the Hulk were flesh-toned and loved to show off to his adoring bottoms… I MEAN adoring fans!”
As if on cue, an absolute beast of a man stepped out of the dressing room. With every step of his colossal feet, the ground seemed to shake. Every single eye was turned to face him, most full of desire, lust, and passion. However, one set of eyes formed a glare of jealousy. Behind the eyes a small growl can be heard. Turning his attention back to the twunk behind the counter, who had completely forgotten that Lightning was even there, felt intense jealousy burning inside of him.
He stomped his way to the dressing room. Changing into his tight exercise clothes, he observed himself in the mirror. Lightning had never felt this way before. He was the center of attention. A mocha god. There was not a man or woman on earth that wouldn’t bow down and kiss at his feet. He could have any person in the world worship his magnificent body. There wasn’t a single part of him they wasn’t desirable. In no department was he small. Even right now in his gym clothes, every inch of his powerful body is on display. Now it was all gone. He stared at his reflection with rage. Jealousy and rage. Even his current romantic partner had forgotten he existed. Right in front of him, too! The cheek! The nerve! The gull! The audacity! The gumption!
Giving a few flexes in the mirror, he used to be obsessed with what he saw. Looking at his own body used to turn him on. The feelings of pleasure he gave to himself have melted away and all he could feel was rage, jealousy, and an increasing drive. He needed to grow. He needed to get bigger. It needed to happen now!
Stomping out of the dressing room, the environment was extremely different to how he was used to. His near skin-tight three inch inseam gym shorts showed off his extremely impressive package. Nothing left to the imagination. Normally, a bevy of beautiful women and twinks would be clawing at each other to just get a passing glance at Lightning. Now that was all gone. His adoring public had moved on. They were fawning over that new hunk of man meat in the gym. A pair of twinks had even convinced him to strip off his shirt and let them oil up his thick, massive herculean pecs and cobblestone abs. Looking at his new rival in the face, something seemed oddly familiar about this man, but to Lightning, identifying him is now the least of his concerns.
Hours and hours passed. The gym was now empty except for three people. Lightning, the new muscle god replacing him, and Topher, fanning himself as he looked at the new man on the scene. Lightning was but a distant memory to him now. Lightning has not stopped working out. He’s got every single machine has to offer at least three times by now. Lightning was set in his ways. He wasn’t leaving this gym until he was absolutely massive. He wasn’t leaving until his casual boyfriend returned focus onto him. Not until the new man was bowing down and kissing his feet. He was determined to be the absolute biggest man in the history of the world.
Getting up to replenish his water in the dressing room, Lightning stripped down and looked at his naked body with a newfound disgust in the mirror. “You are just a sha-pathetic loser. You let yourself go and now you’ve been stripped of your godly status. You’re a failure.”
About a minute later, the new man walked into the dressing room and temporarily caught the glare Lightning had sent him through his reflection in the mirror. He spoke up, finally addressing Lightning after all of this time. His voice was loud, booming, and deep, yet still sounded very familiar to Lightning. “Hey, I hope there’s no hard feelings. I just came in to work out. I never expected to draw such a big crowd. You seemed…. kind of jealous. I caught you staring at me, like, the entire time.”
Lightning scoffed and rolled his eyes. “You must be mistaken. Lightning is the sha-star of this show. Or at least he was until you had to come and steal it from me!”
The man stared at Lightning, letting him vent out his frustrations. However it struck him that Lightning no longer recognized him. His deep voice was heard once again. “‘Had to come?’ You don’t recognize me anymore, do you?”
Lightning for the first time ever, turned to face him. He had to look up. This man was absolutely massive. His face looked, yet again, familiar, but he couldn’t place it. “If I would recognize you, I would have sha-said something, clown.”
The hulking man looked down at Lightning. “It’s me! Cody!”
Lightning was confused. There’s no way that this was Cody. Cody was a short twink with tiny feet, a cute rounded face, and a higher pitched voice. Cody was one of the twinks that used to shamelessly throw himself at Lightning and had even been in a few nights of passion with him. This was not the same person. Or at least, looked like him.
That’s when it finally clicked for Lightning. What had on e been a cute, rounded face had been carved out into a chiseled jawline. His short body had grown incredibly taller, at least to about seven feet tall. His twink body had expanded into a hulking beast. His tiny feet had grown into what could be weapons of mass destruction and could level out villages. He was a god now.
Lightning stared at him in shock, awe, and amazement. “Cody… how? How can this be? Just a few weeks ago, you were a short little twink worshipping me like a god…”
Cody cut him off. “And now I am one? You inspired me, Lightning. Being involved with you made me realize that I wanted to look like you. I wanted to be huge and powerful. So, I got into contact with Izzy. The mad woman had created a powerful growth serum like a steroid using some things she had found on Pahkitew Island. I volunteered to be the test subject. Just one needle had me looking this godly and with no side effects. She gave me a full box in case I felt more experimental and wanted to see how more would work.”
As if a lightbulb had appeared over Lightning’s head, he quickly thought of an idea. Now that he was no longer the object of desire around the gym and soon to be the town, then the world, there was no reason at all why he shouldn’t grow bigger, too. And since Cody grew from a thin, frail twink into this absolutely tank pulled from a growth fetishist’s dream, he would be made even bigger. He’d truly become a god amongst men. There would be no one who wouldn’t beg at his feet to worship and adore him. No one.
“Give me one! Now!” Lightning commanded. Seeing the desire in his eyes, Cody couldn’t refuse. Digging through his belongings, he eventually found the box and opened it. Handing one of the needles to Lightning, he tried to give him a warning. “Just be careful. The feeling is really intense. Like, really intense. Right out of the gate.”
It was too late. Lightning had already injected himself. Just like Cody had promised, an intense, immeasurable burning feeling swept over Lightning. While pleasurable, he couldn’t help but close his eyes. With every single grunt, groan, and moan of pleasure the athlete released, he could hear his voice deepening. He’d never felt anything like this before. He felt good. No, he felt great. No! He felt invincible. Wrong again! He WAS invincible! He could feel himself growing. Every growing mountain of flesh was giving him an incredible feeling. There wasn’t a part of him that wasn’t expanding. A loud RIIIIIPof fabric tearing was heard, followed by an even louder one. His feet had grown so large they were freed from their sock AND shoe prisons, yet still growing. He could feel the air flow across his newly freed toes. Almost instinctively, they gave a little curl. Cody was watching Lightning ascend to godhood right in front of his eyes.
Following the sound of a much louder rip, Lightning had opened his eyes to find…
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