Growing Challenge • Chapter 1: Generating Muscle
by John
Craig is all about muscle and is driven to grow. There is nothing he will not do to get bigger. I hope you enjoy sharing in his experiences. Please be aware that this story involves gay sex.
GROWING CHALLENGE Chapter 1: GENERATING MUSCLE By JOHN
Thank God Roger had called! Craig needed a muscle enhancement fix and he needed it badly. The muscle memories of his last challenge were too far behind him and the immensity of Craig's inhuman muscle- strength ached to be reminded of its own overwhelming power. With over 450 pounds of dangerously driven veracious muscle now possessing his 6 foot 2 inch tall perfectly sculpted frame, mere weights were not enough of a challenge for Craig anymore. Every expansive muscle demanded to be assaulted to the point of deadly failure and it had been almost a month since Roger's devious mind had found a way to feed Craig's do-or-die muscle needs. He had reached a point in his development that the only way he could push his growth forward, was by seeking muscle challenges that seemed impossible to any other man. Anxiously, Craig responded to the phone call. Excitement began to race through every fiber of his brutally muscular beauty as he searched through his closet to find some article of fabric covering Published on MusclePlan.net
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still capable of sheathing the preponderance of muscle he possessed to a publicly legal robing. He snapped a pair of specially contrived cut-off jeans around his muscle-girdled waist. Instinctively the bottoms of the shorts rolled up over the top of Craig's gargantuan thighs and lodged themselves with cutting sharpness at the leading edges of his orange-sized testicles. Each painfully stretched leg opening was forced by the protrusions of columned upper thigh muscle to expand to several inches larger than the 32 inch size of the banded waist area. Craig stuffed the massiveness of his dangling cock as best as he could within the shorts forming a numbingly large rounded protrusion extending far out in front of his crisply plated lower abs. The pullover white cotton fabric of the flimsy sleeveless tee shirt was hauled by chest-sized arms over Craig's unruly reddish-blond hair and handsomely carved face. Thin straps of material bridged the deep chasm between Craig's voluminous traps and the upper expanse of a pair of perfectly formed, colossal muscle breasts. The unfurling white cloth struggled down over the silky surface of the ridged moons of pectoral muscle and crashed back in under the bottom of twin cantilevered cavernous projections. A sharp shadow defined the sudden redirection of the fabric from horizontal to vertical at the underside of Craig's delicious man-tits where they impacted onto the top of his upper abdominal facade. Plated ab after plated ab was painted in the white cloth as the shirt top continued to roll down. The global expanse of Craig's yard-stick wide unfurled upper lats made certain that each thread of the descending tee shirt remained etched onto the undulating surface of the two pairs of severely honed front upper abdominal muscles. Once down to the level of the upper obliques, the shirt was finally freed of muscle-induced strain and allowed to drift freely and loosely over the lower abs and amazingly minuscule 32 inch waist. Craig heaved a sigh of relief at the conclusion of the strain in endeavoring to encase the magnificence of his vast musculature in socially acceptable material.
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This involuntary act of torso muscle expansion was more than the shirt fabric could bear as the upper front of the plunged neckline was ripped down revealing several inches of hand-deep vertical cleavage between Craig's two monstrous writhing pecs. By now Craig was much to filled with the anticipation of the pending challenge to the very core of his muscular accomplishment to care about replacing the damaged covering clinging to his heaving upper body. Craig stepped into a pair of sandals, grabbed his car keys and rushed out toward his next muscle-date with destiny. Roger had asked him to come to a nearby electric utility power transfer site. Craig had passed this fenced collection of wires, coils, conductors and power towers many times. The gate was open when he pulled around to the backside of the station as directed. He drove through and parked his car next to the one he recognized as belonging to Roger. There were also two other electric company pickup trucks in the small paring area. He could hear voices in conversation behind one of the huge transformers not far away. The towers of two huge construction cranes in the area indicated that this station was involved in some sort of major expansion or renovation. Craig headed toward the sound of the talking. Rounding an adjacent two-story high piece of electrical equipment, he sauntered into the view of the five men. The one in the middle was Roger; the other four appeared to be electric company employees. From their size, all were obviously dedicated to the development of muscle. At the sight of Craig's unbelievable bulk coming into view, all conversation came to a sudden halt as the four workers shifted into looks of mutual visual shock. No matter how hard Roger would try to prepare others for the spectacle that was Craig, no one to date had been able to imagine the image to which they finally became witness. Craig suspected that every one of the men present was at least 225 pounds. Even fully clothed it was obvious that they each possessed bodies of splendid muscular development and that they trained for the "bodybuilder" look as opposed to being interested in power lifting.
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"Gentlemen, may I introduce you to the most amazing assemblage of muscle on the face of the earth, Craig." Roger gleamed. "Craig, these fine men have expressed some suspicion over my suggestions of your size, strength and power and have offered to help participate in a friendly wager with us. On our behalf, I have accepted their challenge to the brilliance of your muscular being." "Good morning, gentlemen." Craig smiled to the men. "Whatever your challenge and, knowing Roger, it should be quite a challenge, bring it on and watch and see what it means not just to have muscle - but to BE muscle!" "Holy shit!" was all that one of the four could manage to express as his fellow workers stood dumbfounded at the size of the figure now looming before them. "It's just not possible for one man to have that much muscle!" "But I assure you, it is!" Roger chuckled. "There it is for you to see for yourself. Four hundred and fifty pounds of muscle-perfect manhood! I assure you, it's as real and alive as you or me. Go ahead Craig, give them a small sampling." It never took much chiding to get Craig going. Plus, whatever Roger had planned out, he knew he needed to start getting pumped in advance. Like Roger, though, Craig enjoyed a good game. "Not so fast, Roger." Craig smirked back. "How do I know if they are worth my efforts? Muscle begets muscle! These guys look like they may have a potential for understanding and respecting the value of real muscle, but it's kind of hard to tell the way they are all covered up. How about seeing a little of what they're made of first?" "I told you he would be like this guys!" Roger laughed. "You can already see the muscle promise of Craig's glorious body. Are you willing to let him get a look at you so that he can decide for himself if it is worth risking his very being in the name of understanding muscle." "Damn straight!" Shouted the man closest to Craig as he began to unbutton his nicely stretched shirt. "I may not be as big as `Mr. Muscle' here, but there's nothing to be ashamed of on my body!" Published on MusclePlan.net
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The others nodded and groaned in excited agreement and quickly joined their partner in the disrobing activity. All the while, as the men undressed, their unbelieving eyes never wandered from the all- consuming image of Craig's unbelievably muscular form. Within moments all four men stood stripped to their under shorts quaking with competitively built muscle of their own in the slightly chilled air. They were all fully shaven and pumped with the excitement about the impossibly muscled body now standing before them. Both Roger and Craig were pleased and impressed with the array of muscle being presented. It was one of the best muscle groupings they had experienced to date. Craig strode up to the nearest body and cupped one of the ample quivering breasts in his strong, knowing hand and encouraged one of the heavily muscled arms attached to the same body up into a raised bicep position with his other hand. The meaty upper arm swelled into a finely muscled biceps ball that promised great vascularity when appropriately pumped. Under Craig's unspoken direction, the worker's arm began to extend horizontally and contract in repeated motions. Each movement flushed the delightfully carved, softball-sized biceps with tissue expanding power. The promise of a web of healthy veining exploded across and around the ever-hardening ball of upper arm meat. Craig smiled his approval as he continued to taunt the quaking pec with his other hand into thickly lined stiffness. The groped worker move boldly on his own into a series of muscle- sharpening poses. His 230 pound body carved itself into a fibrous network of weight-grown striated muscle and veining. As Craig's wandering hands explored the hardening body more and more, he witnessed a similar growth pattern within the pouch of the still-covered worker's groin. "That one is Dan." Roger announced. "This is Chuck." Roger had moved in on the man closest to him. Chuck was the largest of the four and probably weighed a good 260 pounds. This compared favorably to Rogers Published on MusclePlan.net
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own 285-pound mass. Soon, Chuck was proudly presenting his own 22 inch fiber-cut arms and 56 inch undulating massive upper torso with unabashed joy to Rogers's explorations. The 33 inch waist pounded itself into a series of tight constrictions as it pushed the sensual heat of the exchange into his growing groin. Craig nodded to a second one of the utility men to come forward. He introduced himself as Stan. While one hand continued to traverse Dan's hotly muscled offerings, Craig's second hand moved over to Stan's alternately pulsing pecs. Not to be left out, the fourth man, Buck, moved into contact with Roger. He presented a well-muscled, deeply defined upper back on top of a tremendously cut tapering to a beautifully inviting ass. Roger wasted no time in sharing his lustful wanderings to include intimate discovery of Buck's wonderful posterior musculature. After a moment or two more, Roger and Craig exchanged partners. Roger found Dan's vein-encrusted muscle-pumped body to be erotically enticing. Craig took great pleasure in solid massiveness of Chuck and particularly enjoyed the heated carved hardness of those lovingly sculpted upper arms. While Craig's fingers drifted strongly over the various splits and ridges of Chuck's wonderfully enriched flexing biceps and triceps, Roger permitted his tongue to join into the foray on the roughly veined shoulders and pecs dripping off both of his new acquaintances. Sensing that the timing was right, Craig reached down and simultaneously ripped the remaining coverings off of both men. Two nicely appointed cocks sprung forward upon their release, to a level of completed excitement. As luck would have it, Chuck, the largest of the men, sported one of the largest of the aroused organs. The nine inch weapon carried a correspondingly large girth, and supported a pair of cream-thickened balls. Dan's vein-shrouded body owned the champion of the cocks. His ten inch long tool showed itself to be a match in aroused intensity to the rest of his severely cut musculature. The veining that enshrouded Dan's cock looked like a reinforcing mesh, reemphasizing the sheer power within the flexing body.
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Once convinced that all four men had been stimulated to an insatiable level of heated arousal, both Roger and Craig stepped away. "Not bad! Not bad at all!" Roger quipped. "Now show them some real muscle, Craig." Craig reached up and caught the two dangling ends of the torn tee shirt collar. With no visible effort, he ripped the overburdened fabric from his upper torso. The action of moving his hands across the front of his chest pulled his lats out to impossible width and sheered the back section of fabric in half again. The white rag fell to the ground in pieces as gasps of disbelief rose above the loud hum of the adjacent electrical equipment. The humungous pecs spilled out and filled the entire space between Craig's voluminous upper arms, massive forearms and clenched fists. Meat the size of a horse's hindquarters quaked into view as line after fissured line of wrist-thick fibrous pectoral bundles billowed from the canyon-deep cleavage to the soccer ball biceps. The freed lat muscles flowed out past the watermelon swells of extended triceps into fully carved quarter-rounds of veined splendor. The tire-thick meat rolled down and dove horizontally into the knife-sharp fingers of the upper obliques. Each crisp, diagonal cylinder of muscle pulled along Craig's outer sides until they carved an amazing small waistband of rock-hard muscling. Traps inflated into monstrous balloons of etched muscle from boulder-chiseled rounds of deltoid flesh and disappeared at ear-height behind snake thick neck muscles. Even with this overwhelming amount of massive musculature, nothing reduced the handsome beauty of the face smiling proudly atop all this carved male glory. "Watch this." Was all Roger had to add. Craig slowly permitted his fingers to unknot themselves as his arms drifted toward each side of his swelled beauty. The thickness of the receding lats fought hard against the increased pressure being applied by the outward movement of the massive triceps. The flow of the unleashed pectoral spread formed into living Published on MusclePlan.net
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globes of hand-deep moons. Each marvelous breast carried the down-pointed reflection of an excited nipple on its undercarriage of cantilevered meat. The wonder of each areola mounded into fuller view as Craig's arms extended out horizontally to each side. His shoulders rose into helmets of sliced rounded muscle capping out higher than the highest part of the traps whose image they had displaced. Veins streaked across the curved surfaces of each deltoid and meandered like great captured rivers onto the heaving upper pecs. Ever so slowly, each forearm came alive with an undercurrent of snakelike tubes of muscle and fleshed out as large as any one of the viewer's thighs, wrapped in ropes of intertwined veining from wrist to elbow. The largest of the veins jumped the gap and continued to envelope the surfaces of the distended upper arm masses. Fingers closed into fists once more and the unimaginable might of the forearms began their movement from horizontal to raised vertical pillars of muscle. Line after line of fibrous meat began to define itself on the surface of each rising biceps. The overstuffed footballs of meat reshaped into rounds of living rock. Mountainous flesh curled higher and harder until two spheres the size of volleyballs had announced their awesome presence. These near-perfect shapes then shattered themselves as they split across the top to permit a second rounding of chiseled meat to escape from within. Soon the immensity of each precious deltoid had been reduced to a foothill of muscle in the presence of the grand mountains of impossibly peaked biceps. The upper sphere of muscle of each multi-split biceps muscle forced the skin sheathing to translucent thinness permitting each and every massive surface fiber of muscle to be brutally visible to the naked eye. Craig's fully raised fingers uncupped themselves and gently stroked the dome of their corresponding biceps. Each finger seemed to delight in pushing a nearby rope of veining around between the sheered skin and the underlying diamonddense meat. As his handsome face smiled out its awareness of this astounding display, Craig tightened the flaring volumes of each overwhelming triceps that formed an even greater mass along the base of his upper arms. Springs and coils Published on MusclePlan.net
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of banded muscle burst into instantly carved view as these magnificent triceps wonders assumed a level of definition equal to their upward balled brother muscles. Satisfied with the show mounted so far, Craig permitted his lats to become fully distended and forced them to stark-dense brilliance almost as wide across as an average man was tall. The curvature of immense muscle on each side cascaded down in a sweeping flow of vein-painted meat until they crashed behind the tightly etched side muscles. These reached out and pulled the upper mass into a girdled waist of not more than 32 inches. Fully inflated, Craig's upper torso chiseled itself into 82 inches of lava-hot muscle. His extended pecs never surrendered any of their thickness as they swept across the vast distance between his central breastplate and their ultimate connection between the upper arm and shoulder. Each abdominal was a plate of individual muscle outlined in knife-sharp chiseled definition. The pecs quivered as they tensed to reinforce the constricted volume of each 32 inch upper arm. Sweat began to streak across the perfected human torso, polishing the flexing muscle with shining brilliance. Four hands on the four viewing workers flashed rapidly up and down cocks that were driven to previously inexperienced levels of arousal by the unfathomable image of muscle presenting itself before them. "Not so fast, gentlemen." Roger cautioned with a sly laugh. "There's still so much more to come." Craig moved one leg forward and locked his knee into place. Cords of muscle danced up one side of his outer thigh and down the other side of his inner thigh as his upper leg exploded into the carved formations of the several muscles, pushing its 38 inch girth past 40 inches. The sounds of the ripping pant fabric trapped around these trunks of muscle could be heard over the whining of the electric current surrounding them.
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Calf muscles in excess of 25 inches around became striated wonders of inhuman flesh filling the distance between Craig's quad-shadowed knees and the crippling sinew of his ankles. Each voluminous calf muscle took on the look and quality of a huge diamond, cut by expert hands through years of work and effort. Veins grew to cable thickness and wound up Craig's outer and inner thigh, dancing into the muscle choked darkness where muscle met garment. "OK, I'm ready for whatever devious little trick you have concocted!" Craig smirked to Roger with one last all-defining overall body flex. Mind boggling muscle completely filled the field of vision of the four leering electrical muscle workers as Craig shifted and pushed every muscle fiber to achieve maximum displayed potential. His painfully-flexed biceps peaked earhigh in chiseled fullness. Craig's triceps spiraled with the tension of compacted coiled springs with swirl after swirl of rich flesh as they fought to maintain the value of their own amazing presence with the multi-split, writhing biceps. The bands of veins wrapping the 32 inches of fissured upper arm meat visibly pumped as the intensely dense meat demanded endless feeding. As if insisting for their own attention, Craig's voluminous pecs undulated with imposing raw power of unfathomable strength as they blossomed in a fanned array of lined wonder, stretching from the unstoppable arm meat to the dark channel still carved in a finger-deep vertical line between the two delicious breasts. The raised pec meat permitted a wider view of the excited brown nipples pointing invitingly outward from the lower extremities of the shredded, quivering pectoral masses. Lat muscles billowed into curved wedges of sweeping wheels of muscle. The light dusting of handsomely mounted veins enhanced their splendor and brutal potential. The broad, flat, plated abdominals were ripped from the fingers of the carved serratus and obliques and tripped down in individually lined pairs dragging the eyes of the viewer lower and lower toward the darkness of the enshrouded tiny 32 inch waistband. The proportional difference between Craig's enormously dense upper torso and harshly tight waist bordered on the impossible.
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The girdled waist exploded out of the fighting bottoms of Craig's rolled shorts as two pillars of lined marble flared and divided into the sweeping forms of the various upper leg muscles. Forty inches of coiling fleshy cords of meat wrapped outward, downward and back in, as every fiber of thigh announced itself to the viewing audience, atop the 25 inch petrified balls of calf muscles. Lust, dread and sorrow filled the minds of each of the four workers as they stood, hands beating quickly on their respectfully hardened cocks, in the presence of Craig's 450 pounds of muscle perfection. Roger had not misled them when he described Craig as the consummate creation of muscular magnificence. Craig's muscle existed to be worshipped. How and why he would choose to challenge its very continued existed seemed like a mindless waste. Dan was the first to move in on the flexed living statue of muscle. His extended hand covered only a small percentage of the bulbous biceps presented. The beating of the feeding veins over the hot, chiseled surface gave this astounding creation its only connection to being human. Try as he might, Dan was unable to impose any impact into the rock formation of meat under the translucent skin. Craig tensed once more sending the sense of further pumped growth from his enormous biceps into Dan's groping hand. Soon, each of the workers was busy honoring their own chosen intensely offered body part connected to this demigod of muscle. Craig's enormous presence allowed plenty of muscle-room for all of them to partake simultaneously. While Dan remained locked in drooling admiration over the mountainous creation of Craig's upper arms, Chuck chose one of the quaking, nippled pecs to explore. He found it to be even more intoxicatingly rich than he had imagined it to be. Stan moved around to explore the monstrous presence of the giant clam-sized lats and tapering lines of Craig's brilliant erectors. He longed to, but dared not, reach into the dark cave opening where the lower back dove into the fabric of Craig's jeans concealing the marvel of his glutes. Buck's attention took him down to the pillared spectacles of Craig's coiled leg muscles. Roger allowed the four electricians a moment to absorb the view and feel of this impossible human being before suggesting that it was time to move forward with the challenge. Urging Craig to turn around, the muscular giant found Published on MusclePlan.net
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himself staring at two multistory high construction cranes. A three-inch diameter steel cable hung loosely down from the uppermost reaches of each trussed tower. Each cable was clasped through a welded steel ring and connected to a solid metal ball about three feet in diameter lying on the ground. Chains about ten feet long and the size of those used to hold the anchors of fishing trawlers were also looped to each of the balls at the connecting rings. The last link on each chain had been pounded into the form of a handle with a leather binding-strap attached. Each of the steel spheres rested near huge electric transformer units that were about thirty feet apart. A four-foot long by one-foot wide flat steel bench rested on its short legs in a shallow pond of water half way between the two transformers. Craig's excitement rose as Roger explained the challenge. Each ball was reported to weigh about 1,000 pounds. Roger had wagered with these four workers that Craig would be able to do one complete flat-bench chest-pull resulting in bringing both of his wrists together above his chest using only his own immense chest, shoulder and prone upper body strength and the two chains. Two of the men would simply use the cranes to raise the balled weights high enough off of the ground so that they hung freely at the end of their steel cables. This would make them the biggest and heaviest dumbbell flies equipment ever created. It was that simple! Of course, as an added stimulant, once the balls were raised off the ground, the power would be turned on in both transformers. Since the total length of the chains and the extension of Craig's arm-span added up to about one foot more than the distance between the transformers, should his brutally earned muscle fail him, then he would be electrocuted. No matter how strong his body might be, even all his muscular glory could never survive the thousands of volts that would surge through him. Should Craig succeed, then, by securing a shut-off switch to one wrist, he could switch off the main power. The men had placed $10,000.00 each against him accomplishing this task. Roger, as always, had matched their total amount on behalf of Craig's success. Published on MusclePlan.net
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Each man visibly shrunk a step away from the towering muscle figure as Roger announced the financial challenge. It was clear that, having now witnessed the colossal assemblage of muscle in motion; they were no longer as sure of their wager. Craig was overwhelmed with anticipation and quaking with excitement at the prospect. Roger had outdone himself this time and Craig was ready for the challenge. The mountains of flex-enflamed muscle smothering Craig's stupendous body undulated in nervous rivers of awe-inspiring magnitude as the brilliance of this deadly dare filled his mind. The image of all Craig's emotionally charged muscle in almost orgasmic convulsion pushed the two smallest naked electrical workers to simultaneous orgasmic eruption. Their rigid cocks pumped hot hard streams of cum out to splash thickly at the feet of the waiting muscle giant and sent their own carved bodies into equally erotic convulsive muscle constrictions. "OK, but we better start now before we all loose it!" Craig announced boldly. He turned and walked straight over to the waiting bench kicking off his sandals as he reached the edge of the shallow pond of water. What a great added touch he thought to himself. Roger sure thought of everything, right down to the best way to be sure that the current would be conducted through his massive body. Craig turned and stood at one end of the bench, facing the men. Just before he sat, he reached down and ripped the buttoned jeans from his loins, exposing his body in total naked splendor. The previously-contained cock spilled out in a rush to demonstrate the excitement coursing through Craig's magnificence. The half-hard member arced gracefully and thickly over his ripe full testicles. Soon, over 10 inches of projecting, growing pleasure masted itself outward to the point that the lustful balls dangled freely out from the massive walls of his solidly muscled inner thighs.
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Craig's amazingly muscled ass cheeks froze into solid foundations upon contact with the temporary coldness of the metal bench. The four men stood transfixed as the 82 inch upper torso spread ever back to the horizontal with the two most towering rounds of male pectoral flesh ever developed looking like delicious domed peaks lying above the plates of sharply cut abdominals. The same feel of cold metal shot through Craig's upper back as it swallowed the metal plate with its endless expanse of flowing muscle. A quiver of reaction to the cold surged through the muscle globes of his extended pecs cutting them into bands of muscle as thick as the cable hanging from the two waiting cranes. The height and breadth of these unbelievable breasts became further exaggerated by the cavity that formed as Craig's abdominals vacuumed themselves into inverted extension. His cock continued to beat with dreadful stimulation and shifted from cushioned, playful meat to fortified concrete. The fist-sized head shown red with heated power and shined with stiffened fullness. Clear fluid leaked from the smiling opening at the capsule end of the mounted rocket of manhood. The enflamed weapon extended straight up in launch position, reaching its full power at 12 inches long and two-and-a-half inches across at the base. Veins erupted over the glistening surface to fuel the heated shaft. Craig's lats draped themselves in beautiful arcs of striated meat off of each side of the band of metal that was far too narrow to support them. His leg-thick arms stretched their inhuman volume as long as possible as Craig's hands came in contact with the wetness of the ground water. The massive fruit of his triceps hung fully ripened and so huge that they bottomed out a fraction of an inch above the same liquid surface. The expanse of his thigh mass coupled with the upward push of his hardened glutes shoved Craig's inner leg meat against the base of his plump testicles. His knees were forced wide apart by the sheer massiveness of his upper legs. Craig's calf muscles twitched with rounded, cut anticipation as he steadied his position by driving his feet as solidly as possible into the wet mud below.
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Noting Craig's apparent readiness, Roger stepped around to one of the handles welded to the end of the strong metal chain. Even with his own considerable strength, it took obvious effort for Roger to lift and drag the thick steel links over to Craig's position. Placing the handle into Craig's waiting grasp, Roger bound the handle to Craig's wrist via the dangling leather strap. Once secured, he repeated the process with the other chain and its waiting arm. When he bound Craig's second hand, Roger attached a small metal plate with a round red button taped across Craig's knuckles. All Craig had to do was to bring both secured fists together, along with their chained weights, and thus shut off the electric current pulsing through the two nearby transformers. If Craig failed and either ball came in contact with its transformer, then the electric circuit would be complete and Craig's muscular body would become the conductor for thousands of volts. At Roger’s signal, Craig tugged at the two extensions of linkage. His extended arms shifted from supple readiness to crosscut muscular splendor as he tried the weight and strength of the metal ties to the huge iron balls. Each ball shifted slightly under the test. Craig groaned with the realization of the true weight of the challenge he had accepted. None of Roger’s challenges had defeated him yet and Craig had no intention of letting this one be the first (and last) one to beat him and his 450 pound vastness of muscle. Next Roger invited the four aroused onlookers to test the connection of man to metal for themselves. The nude muscle figures moved in cautiously at first. The sight of Craig's behemothly muscled arms struggling against the grounded weights and chains was intoxicatingly erotic. The four pairs of hands checked the knotted leather banding and drifted to the writhing muscles of Craig's forearms before nodding their acceptance. The men sighed in virtual unison at the splayed muscular vision and the thought of its potential for destruction in the challenge. The recent feel of the massive musculature reminded them of Craig's vast strength. But the ability of even the impossible amounts of muscle that rested on Craig's body to defeat a ton of resisting steel was more than any one of them could imagine.
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Then Roger directed two of the lusting workers to go to their respective cranes and prepare to raise the weights to the pre-agreed height about 3 feet off the ground. The other two were urged to the power control switch boxes near the huge transformers sitting just beyond the weighted balls. The engines of the two cranes roared loudly alive. Craig knew that Roger would not waste any time or show any compassion in starting the competition. He braced himself for the onslaught of weight as he heard the grinding of the pulleys begin to wind the loose cable upward. Craig's muscular body slammed itself into muscled, plumaged readiness. "OK, guys - now!" Roger shouted. Craig knew that this could only mean that Roger had signaled for the power to be turned on to the two immense transformers. The hum of the electric current was added to the background noise over the groans of the winding cables. The intense power of Craig's gigantic muscles shoved the image of his hotly tensed body beyond the level of human imagination. As the two 1,000 pound steel balls were raised from the ground, their brutal weight shot through the lengths of chain connected to them and rushed in to overwhelm the mortality of Craig's muscled being. His elbows bent in response to the sudden onslaught of the seemingly impossible burden cast upon his writhing arms. Each and every individual muscle screamed under the sheen of his forearm skin as they forced the vacuumed tissue ever outward with fortified massiveness. The tendoned lower arm grew into vein-roped visions of leg-thick fibrous steel muscle. Balls of striated muscle larger than the upper arms of the greatest of competitive bodybuilders peaked and fissured into Craig's magnificently muscled forearms. These outer appendages pushed themselves to unheard of limits and began to pass a share of the growing burden through the core of their stronger-than-bone meat and into the waiting tenseness of his upper arms. A crackle of electric current signified the dangerous closeness of the dangling steel balls to the whirring electric transformers. A tingling of burning current Published on MusclePlan.net
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moved swiftly through the writhing body of incomparable muscle trapped between the two deathly power makers. The feel brought both renewed excitement and extended fear into the mind of the flexing behemoth. The slightly bent position of the arms filled Craig's biceps to near-bursting fullness as resistance to a ton of swinging metal was ordered to be absorbed by them. Craig's skin was stretched so taut over the enormity of his upper arm muscle that only a translucent tan sheathing seemed to remain on a series of visibly exposed pumping, fibrous meat. Finger thick veins pulsed with each tremendous beat of a heart hard at work to feed the inhumanly gained fibers with the food of unbelievable resistance. Split upon split presented itself to the endless muscle surface of the balled flesh on Craig's quaking upper arms. Triceps and biceps as big around as that of the chest of a normal man filled with solid density from surface to core and back to the surface again. Line after line of striation defined every fissured bundling contained within the vastness of each diamond-hard meaty monument. A canyon of bottomless depth formed within the horseshoe valley of the ripped massiveness of each of the unbelievable triceps. The muscle shaped itself into an unending coiling of muscle, winding in wider and wider circles of meat from the tendoned connections at the elbows to the huge central bellies of each of the three heads, and then cascaded richly into the challenged connection they shared with Craig's lats and pecs. Balled peak after balled peak exploded from within one another over the surface of Craig's dazzling display of head-sized biceps. The veining turned from ropes to cables as each split bundling fought to add ever more fullness to its visible presence. The lining of the pulsing veins painted the pumped images of the roughly carved roundness of each biceps with the look of deeply chiseled marble. The intensity of power within the reddened meat burned with untold strength as the upper arms refused to surrender to the demands for failure from the weighted metal balls still swinging dangerously close to the electrical purveyors of death. Soon, 32 inches of steaming hard meat fissured into full, painful focus Published on MusclePlan.net
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on Craig's upper arms and threatened to explode from under the invisible sheen of skin, vacuum-sealed onto the rock-dense flesh. Endless lines of sinewy tendons reached from within the bulging cores of each balled glowing biceps and dug their deep, screaming roots into their reaching counterparts from Craig's quivering outer pec flanks. By now, Stan and Dan had returned from their post at the power switches to view the impossible muscle scene revealing its mind-boggling intensity. The sight of Craig's writhing 32 inches of curled, shredded biceps and triceps reacting with inhuman brilliance to the onslaught of a ton of deadly metal and tingling with the heat of the crackling electricity threatening its very existence was overwhelming. The two workers gasped with lustful wonder as theie sexually driven hands attacked their own revitalized steely cocks. Chuck and Buck arrived just in time to witness the first surges of muscle fortification shooting into Craig's colossal breasts. Globes of meat fractured under the over-challenged skin into deeply rich cables of reinforced fibers. Several giant bands as thick as those formed to hold great suspension bridges aloft crossed the curving distance between Craig's chiseled arms and the vertical core line of his tearing cleavage. As the flexing pectoral monsters stirred alive, the endless slabs of Craig's draping lats shuttered into solid wheels of winding muscle, ready to accept their share of the overwhelming suspended steel burden. A webbing of veins sharpened the forearm-thick sweeps of meat coiling together into the vast wings of Craig's flaring outer back muscles. The graceful latissimus curves of flesh crystallized into striated shells as large and thick as the encasement found on the giant clams of the Great Barrier Reef. Craig knew it was time to make his move. He could feel the heated strength boiling within each readied muscle fiber. Clenching his grip and his teeth in a coordinated focus on the challenge, Craig began to demand his inhuman arm muscle to crush inward and upward toward his quivering pecs. Two mounds of quaking hot flesh began to swell into mountainous foothills of struggling muscle. The brave pounding heart deep under their surface fed the fibered pectoral cables of meat. Published on MusclePlan.net
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Growing Challenge • Chapter 1: Generating Muscle
by John
Craig's clenched hands inched slowly closer toward each other as they were forced by his own immense size to round out and up over the rising masses of his pecs. The array of veins covering Craig's outer appendages reached out onto the lined surface of the multi-split breasts as the internal volumes petrified into unbelievable solidity. His pecs peaked into ever-higher mountains of twisting meat and flowed fuller and fuller like white-hot lava shifting within and readying to cool to sharply solid rock. Four sets of hands pumped with viciously driven need along the steeled lengths of the spectators' cocks. Grunts and groans of fixated desire burst forth involuntarily from the salivating mouths of each of the nude, viewing musclemen. Long lost was the realization that, should the explosive creature of muscle before them succeed in its task, their bet would be lost. All that mattered now was to achieve a sexual satisfaction driven by the unbelievable image flexing into god-like stature before them. The valley between Craig's twinned stratified pecs grew canyon deep as the mounding meat swelled so high as to eclipse any sight of his handsome, straining face from the view of the four erotically driven men standing at the base of his glowing body. His aroused nipples flickered into view as they were lifted higher and higher by the cliffs of pec meat erupting above them. Rivers of sweat polished the undulating flesh and dripped like precum from the tips of Craig's excited nipples. As if forcing all their own formidable strength into Craig's upper torso, his plated abdominals vacuumed themselves into a concave shelling and pushed his ribcage increasingly upward. Released from its girdling of crisply thick muscle, Craig's waist chiseled itself down to only 30 inches around. His hardened ass muscles pushed his groin forward and higher lifting the small of his back to form a great, dark tunnel from one side to the other. The swell of his severely anchored legs both cut and ballooned his upper thigh mass into visions of diamond hardness and forced the immensity of his calf muscles to fully inflated glory. By now, Craig's hands and arms had cut their original distance of separation in half. His fists folded slightly inward as they passed the lines of the outer flanks of Published on MusclePlan.net
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Growing Challenge • Chapter 1: Generating Muscle
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his mooning pecs. The intensely small waist exaggerated the vastness of his fully flexed upper torso as all 82 inches shifted to form the same image of solid mass that was still carried in unabashed wonder on each of his shifting 32 inch perfectly honed upper arms. Craig's pecs had swelled to the point of surpassing the fullness and thickness of either straining triceps. The crest of his breast meat soared more than a full hand width above the heaving arc of his beastly rib cage. Enough meat erupted within each of his man-tits to feed an army of hungry cannibals. The sheer volume and crystal density of his pecs pushing against the power of his chiseled biceps added a new issue to the struggle. As solid pectoral mass impacted solid biceps mass, Craig found himself fighting against the resistance of his own overwhelming musculature in his need to bridge the last few inches of distance separating one hand from the other and, with that, his ability to shut down the deadly electrical charges that awaited his muscle failure. His biceps pushed hard into the dimpled outer edges of his voluminous pecs as Craig sought some opening within the mountainous mounds of muscle elevated on both his upper arms and heaving chest. His pecs pushed back with all the veracity contained within their brutally pumped cores of solidified flesh. Craig concentrated on adding the power of his flaring lats into the equation, letting them push the arm-flesh from behind, with their own added steely mass. Another inch of distance was removed, and then a second. Only two more precious inches remained between success and pending death. Craig's entire body vibrated in the visible struggle of his own insurmountable muscle against his own insurmountable muscle. The four onlookers could no longer restrain their orgasmic reactions to this mind-bending muscle spectacle. One after another, the cannoned cocks of the electrical workers fired off its heated load. Gushes of intensely driven cum cleared much of the distance between the spectators and the quaking muscle monument. The repeated volleys of hot white juices splashed heavily into the pond of water surrounding Craig's prone figure. Soon, slick lines of silky white maleness floated warmly around and over Craig's
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pounding feet and ankles. Groans of overwhelming sexual pleasuring filled the air above the threatening hum of the fateful electric transformers. In one instant, Craig knew that victory was his. He could feel the knuckles of one hand rubbing gently over the surface of the plate containing the life-saving power switch. The feel within the very core of his immense musculature was indescribable. His muscle had, indeed, overcome a ton of unforgiving metal and beat certain death from a mindlessly menacing electrical current. But, as always with Craig, that was not enough. For Craig, it was all about muscle and growth. True, the muscle he possessed had defeated the challenge. A simple flick of his knuckles on one hand would prove that. Yet, Craig's goal was to challenge his own muscle and to make it ready to grow to a new level of unheard of stature. To do that, he needed to literally rip every struggling fiber apart from within and permit it to rebuild itself even larger for the effort. The gasps of disbelief filled the air as Craig let the suspended steel balls begin to pull his resisting hands apart without having tripped the power switch into the "off" position. Roger stood transfixed. Knowing Craig, he had expected nothing less but always prayed that, just once, Craig would forgo his personal challenge and accept the victory that had been offered. Slowly the distance between his two hands began to expand as his pecs, lats and biceps fought to control the outward pull. The crippling contractions within Craig's enormously cut upper body meat began to extend out and draw the pained muscles, fiber by fiber, crunched together in his arms, back and pecs into longer and longer lines. None of the four men could believe what was transpiring right in front of them. Here was a virtual god of muscle daring to challenge unnecessary selfdestruction in a controlled negative movement. As he did this, every fiber could be seen shearing itself in painful beauty as they permitted the very weighted distance they had fought to defeat to reappear.
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Craig's body ran with torrents of sweat as he struggled to control the outward swing of the pulling metal balls. His biceps kept their voluminous, honed shape as his hands passed the outer edges of his quivering pecs and continued outward. Snakes of muscle writhed under the skin of his vein-crossed forearms as they let the weights move closer and closer to their deadly electrical partners. A crackle of the forming electrical arc signaled the pending danger to Craig. His mind and muscle combined against the force of gravity seeking to rip every fiber in his pecs, lats and arms apart. The two metal balls froze in space just inches from their waiting electric targets. Craig's stretched upper body parts lined themselves with ribbed muscle as cord upon cord of tortured meat assumed full control over the weighted motion ripping at its shredded splendor. The cocks of the viewers swelled hard and ready for a third time as the distended mass of the prone muscle figure began to revert back toward the ballooned, monstrously balled flesh that had succeeded in pulling the swaying ton of weight away from the humming transformers on the first of Craig's giant pec-flies. The muscular bodies of the four electricians sheered into steely hard masses of pumped meat as they seemed to strive to extend their own intense strength over to the struggling muscle-creation writhing for control before them. Craig's biceps sphered and split into their several impacted ballings as they had once before, and then they shredded their immense volumes into even sharper images of anatomical wonder. His lats swept up from under his fully blossomed triceps, thick and rich, like great blankets of embracing splendor. The stitching of veins turned the inflated outer back wings of muscle from thick cloth to reinforced nettings of solid flesh. Once again, the quaking arms and lats pushed the mountaining pecs into the stratosphere well above the image of Craig's straining, committed face. Ridge upon ridge of rolling meat formed in fanning succession to each other over the huge curving surfaces of the gargantuan pectorals. The surrounding edges of Craig's man-tits shifted into vertical cliffs of impenetrable muscle as each core of meat flowed ever higher.
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The battle between marbled pecs and granite biceps was visibly more difficult on this second rep as the petrified masses clashed to occupy the same space that vanished between their global proportions. The canyon walls of Craig's cleavage crashed together as the infinite density of Craig's writhing pecs forced the two great mountains of unyielding meat together. With an audible groan, Craig brought the back of the knuckles of one flailing hand against the life-saving plated switch secured to the other hand. Sweat steamed off the surface of his heat-forged muscles at the pending success. Then, amazingly, Craig let the weights begin to tear apart the very hands that had defeated them for the second time. For an unbelievable third, and then a fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh rep, Craig forced his screaming muscles to endure the dangerous trauma of challenging man-made steel with man-built muscle. Never once did he permit himself the saving chance to switch the deadly transformers off. Each time the crackle of lifehungry electrical arcing served as the signal for Craig's inhuman strength to steal the final victory from waiting metal monsters. Each time Roger prayed that Craig would end the visual torture before the uncaring electrical currents ended his life. The definition within each and every one of Craig's wondrously fibered working muscles moved well beyond the ability for anyone, even those bearing witness, to describe. During the rising phase of the eighth rep, Craig finally achieved the level of pre-failure within the very cores of the straining muscles that he sought. About half way through the eighth rep, his massively cut arms began to vibrate violently from within as their limits were finally reached. Craig's pecs joined into the display as the marvel of their wretched massiveness quivered with the demands of pain-filled exhaustion. The hanging metal balls shook as the chaining between them and the monstrously muscled man passed the dangerous message of pending muscle-failure into their mindless volumes. With one last scream of utter exhaustion, Craig finally slapped the backs of his hands together. In an instant, the hum of the hungry electric current was silenced. Published on MusclePlan.net
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The sudden silence was all the Craig needed to hear; his pecs, lats and arms surrendered their vicious struggle, permitting the weight of the two swinging metal spheres to tear his clasp apart for one last time. The transformers resounded in one brutal clang as the swaying objects slammed into their waiting, metal network. Roger rushed in to the heaving pile of sweat-polished muscle and released the bound giant from his leather ties. Craig continued to lay on the bench for several minutes. His massive naked torso rose and fell as he gasped in huge quantities of revitalizing air. The pain within each overwrought muscle shifted from a feeling of agonized torture to victorious accomplishment. By the time Craig permitted his brutally pumped body to rise from the bench, Roger had already collected the financial rewards of the contest from the four cum-drained and mentally exhausted electrical workers. The spectacle of the rising behemoth in fully inflated glory was a wonder to behold. Roger returned to Craig, as he had in the past, with a tape. Once on his feet, Craig wasted no time in bringing all the power and wonder of his overcharged body to full display. Wrapping the tape around one dangerously flexed upper arm, Roger read off the 33 inch measurement. Moving well around to the other appendage, it, too, taped in at an amazing 33 inches of steely circumference. Craig's face shifted into a vestige of pure concentration as he forced every fiber within his gargantuan arms to respond with renewed intensity. The pressure being applied within the very core of the mountainously flexed biceps and triceps translated to an unbelievable vision as the free end of the tape slipped further down the opposing ribbon of material another full inch. Craig held the 34 inch shredded masses in a focused pose for a good minute so as to permit the immense muscles to recognize their newfound size. The cocks of the four viewers responded at the insane vision with painful hardening glee for a fourth time in just over an hour.
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Roger, with Craig's help, moved the tape to carry it around the immensity of Craig's pounding upper torso. During the course of Roger’s traverse, Craig shifted his concentration from the still-raised upper arms to the enormity of his inflated lats and bulbous, striated pecs. Roger pressed the taped against Craig's flexing upper body several times to hold it in place as he worked his way around the endlessness of Craig's muscle. Roger's touch encountered a body of such intensely hot density that not the slightest dimpling of Craig's flesh was to be noted in the contact. The leading edge of the measuring tape was finally re-encountered at an unbelievable 7 feet-- 84 inches. As Roger gasped out the number, Craig reached within his mind once again to push every straining fiber of meat to its maximum level of accomplishment within the depths of his wailing pecs and lats. Again, the beginning end of the tape slid toward larger numbers as Craig's tits and back hardened into the astounding wonders that they had become. At 86 inches, Craig's final muscle display was beyond awesome. Playfully, he let his massive pec meat dance rhythmically with brilliantly cut pride and glory. This was what the challenge was all about to Craig. Where Roger sought the financial gains, Craig's interest was in pushing his muscle ever bigger and ever stronger-- all his muscle. Knowing what was expected next, Roger moved the tape down toward Craig's intensely hard cock. The life-and-death muscle struggle had done more than just challenge Craig's amazing body; the power of the effort drove the very core of his maleness, too. Roger pressed the end of the tape into the vertical wall of lower abdominal muscle in Craig's groin and stretched the tape along the rigidly immovable length of his crisply veined cock. Craig groaned with anticipatory delight as Roger’s fingers fumbled over the sensitive flaring crown of Craig's mushroomed cock head. A full 13 inches of manhood stood hot, hard, ready and anxious for release. Wrapping the tape around the poled weapon near the base, Roger spoke the 8 inch overall circumference. Measuring task accomplished, Craig shifted into the most intense most-muscular pose any of the onlookers could dream to witness. Cut after fibrous cut; striation upon crossed striation; meaty ball impounded within meaty ball; impossible Published on MusclePlan.net
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thickness standing by impossible thickness; and cable after impenetrable cable of mind-blowing muscle chiseled its way over, under, around and across every inch of the painfully flexed figure. Only Craig's deliciously swaying balls reminded the onlookers that this was, indeed, a living, breathing man and not a morphed image cut from the finest tanned marble. At his nodded invitation, the four wager losers moved in on the flexing statue to provide it with the groping adoration it deserved. For several precious minutes, Craig permitted them the luxury of tasting, feeling, licking, and sensing every inch of his awesome muscular power and grandeur. First hands, then tongues and then various other body parts honorably tripped across the vein mapped meat that enshrouded this living shrine to muscle. Craig's balls churned with heavy excitement as they stirred the very juices of his manhood to heated readiness. Hungering hands began to massage the unbending column of meat that cantilevered stiffly from Craig's groin. The muscle giant began to undulate in rhythmic contortions of steaming meat as his body responded to the growing sexual stimulation. The veining surrounding Craig's cock pounded out the readiness for his hot liquid launching. A final shiver of intensely constricted muscularity preceded Craig's first eruption of cum. The four lucky bet-losers took turns bathing in the stream of white cream that showered out from the opening at the wailing end of the pulsing organ. They polished their own pumped, naked torsos in his cum and returned the favor as they each delivered loads of their own onto Craig's insanely flexed musculature. The four men dared not try to explain or describe to anyone else the astounding muscle show they had witnessed and participated in on that very special. The experience pushed them to carve the best bodies of muscle each of them could. They would have to revel in the memories of all that had transpired until they would have the chance to see Craig's amazing body in action again. As for Craig, it would not be long before his seemingly perfect muscle would demand another opportunity to challenge and expand itself. Craig knew his
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body would want that next contest all too soon - and he knew that Roger would not let him down in finding it.
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