Halvor really wanted to grow. He tried hard, working out as often as possible, even when he probably should be resting. The urge to feel his muscles tight, bigger, stronger. The urge that had grown and grown since he started working out with his alpha. The buzz when he could lift a much higher weight than before, especially for exercises that were usually once a week such as his personal favourite, deadlifts. He kept trying and trying, kept seeing he wasn’t what he wanted to really be inside.
But, for the past week his alpha’s car wasn’t working so he was resorted to taking the train to the gym which was a little annoying. The bright side, he thought, was it warmed him up walking to and from the train station a little, even if it was cardio which he loathed doing under any circumstances. Luckily the train was still fairly fast so he wasn’t going to end up spending hours to get to his favourite place in terms of scenery and state of his mind.
The automated announcer dinged and announced his stop, so picking up his gym bag he got ready to get off the train. It was rare now for him to take a gym bag to the gym as he’d usually get changed at home these days. Today he would be getting changed out of his usual outfit into his gym clothes at the gym. Still, it was a small price to pay. He sighed knowing soon he’d be out of this dark and dingy station and soon into his, hopefully empty, gym.
He walked towards the far entrance, away from the few people who stared at him like he was crazy. Halvor just happened to know the exit at the other end wasn’t sign posted and meant he could escape this place and be lifting in a lot less time. While the corridor probably failed safety standards on lighting, it was still quick.
Halvor expected to feel the sensation of a step in front of him, the sound of a clunky against a metal staircase and feeling the metal banister rail which hadn’t been painted in many many years. He did not.
A shroud of darkness covered his entire vision. Something covered his face. Something thick. Black. And restrictive. It felt like a gas mask. One of those S10 ones by the feel of it. However little could be seen out of the eye-holes in the mask reduced as a small hiss of something could be heard. And a dizziness could be felt. And with a close of the eyes, whatever was going on had captured a gym ready Halvor. For whatever purposes.
Slowly awaking, somewhere, the first thing Halvor felt was restriction. Something was holding him down. Vision returning, he was in some empty abandoned room. Somewhere which looked like it had been emptied in a rush. So much so that the room itself had been dirtied.
Looking to his side, he immediately felt what was attached into his good arm. The first thought into his head was anger. Why did they have to pick the arm he had just had his sleeve tattoo finished in. Really. But then he realised it was attached to something. And a weird substance was hooked up, dripping slowly into his blood. From his angle it was fairly hard to see what it was. He could make it out just about saying “GROW”. No other information. No manufacturer. No ingredients. Just a bottle of liquid with a hastily printed label saying “GROW”.
He struggled. Feeling a lot of force in his struggling. More than he expected to feel. The restraints against whatever was holding him arms down felt tight. As though they were tighter than when he was put into the thing, however long ago that may have been. The power in his arms, although slightly overwhelming, felt good. Nothing but good. So good in fact it could almost be described as one of the best feelings ever. No feel of the burn from the gym. Just strength from relaxed, strong muscles.
The struggling had pushed his blood around quite a bit more than it has been already. A sting entered his left arm. A sting like the hardest workout you’ve ever done and then some more. And it grew, grew across the shoulder, deep into his left trap and then into the right and deep into the right arm.
The sting and tightness spread across through the chest, and down across through his whole body. Reaching his cock and even making that tight, hard, and alert. Down into his calves and right down. His head was swimming. His brain never wired up to handle such a feeling all at once. It was such a good yet painful feeling. Almost as though he had a workout he wouldn’t be able to move, let alone walk for weeks afterwards. It clouded his mind.
“FLEX” was the only thing his mind could focus on. The instruction building in his mind. He tired to resist. He knew it would hurt a lot. His muscles already felt as though they were ready to burst from whatever was happening to his body. The tightness across his workwear became more and more apparent.
What little he could get together of brain power was trying to think, what was he going to do if he FLEX? Was it going to tear everything apart. Surely it wasn’t the right thing to do. But he needed to FLEX. Craved to FLEX. Could only think of nothing but FLEX.
Yeah the right thing to do was FLEX right? FLEX helped GROW. GROW GROW GROW.
His head lost, swimming in the two words. Circling around, fighting any will power he had left. The strain pushing his body to sweat more too, the tighter it felt.
Until there was a release, a tense feeling in his arms, straining against the rope or whatever. A tear as it gave way into strands, a feeling of pure bliss filled through his body as his muscles were free to GROW as he moved towards a FLEX. Then a tearing of threads, and then a rip of seams as the clothes buckled under the pressure and sheer size of the beast they were holding underneath.
The trousers fallen down to his sides, muscles bursting from all over. A feeling of bliss, with his now huge muscles and his monstrous cock now leaking from the GROW. His eyes completely clouded over with just simple thoughts in his mind. The thoughts settling, those which would help him with the only thing he needed to know how to do, GROW.
GROW.
LIFT.
FLEX.
FUCK.
To be continued