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Chapter 11
As I walked home I started to think about how much my body had changed in the space of a week. When I'd moved here I was skinny and pretty weak but now I was able to move weights that anybody else my age could only dream of lifting, and I could make my body look anyway I wanted without worrying about strict diets and training routines. All I had to do to keep this going was to drink the awful liquid that I was carrying in my bag and try to keep my emotions in check. I did worry about that last part though. I'd been planning on checking out my body and showing off for myself but I was worrying about anything going wrong with my parents around. The house wasn't exactly large and the walls weren't sound proof so if I did panic and frantically phone Josh then they'd probably hear it and burst into my room meaning there would be a lot of explaining to do. I'd been scared of coming out to my parents at the time but I was thinking this would be far worse for them to deal with.
When I got home I went straight to my room to stash the drinks then went down to see my parents. "Hi hon, have you eaten enough today or do I need to slaughter a cow for you?" My mum asked.
"I'm ok now, I think my body just needed refuelling after all the exercise I've been getting in the woods and helping up at Josh's place." I replied, trying to play off the crazy way I'd been eating all week.
"Well it certainly seems to be paying off, that shirt's not as loose on you as it used to be. Anyway, there's plenty more food in if you want anything."
"I think I'm just going to go and do some drawing before bed." I said my goodnights to my parents and made my way up to my room. I was trying to keep any thoughts of muscle and strength out of my head as I sat down to draw so I decided to see if I could picture the view from the top of the cliff. At least if I did a landscape I'd be able to stay calm, although I did find I was trying to be super careful and not crush my pencils or lean too hard on the desk. After a while I found it easy to control my strength when I was drawing, I didn't need to be too careful as my body just seemed to know how hard to press on the paper. I finished the rough sketch of the landscape and was pretty pleased with the result. It probably wasn't completely accurate but it was relaxing to draw and that was what I needed. I checked the time and saw that it was quite late so decided to call it a night.
I woke up to the smell of breakfast being cooked downstairs and realised that mum had probably cooked far more than I'd actually need. I downed one of the nasty shakes then went down to the kitchen to get some of the food to get rid of the taste. I was surprised to find that even though the shake filled me up I was still able to polish off the small mountain of food mum set in front of me, although I did tell her not to make as much next time. I hopped in the shower, making sure not to pay too much attention to my body while I was in there as I had a plan for after school. Friday's were always busy days for my parents and they always came home late so I'd have a few hours to experiment when I got home.
Josh came by to pick me up and I noticed that he was becoming a bit bolder with his feelings. He openly kissed me in front of my parents and even when my dad put his fingers in his throat Josh looked embarrassed but there were no changes in his body.
"What's happening with you at the moment?" I asked as we walked to school.
"Huh?"
"Well my dad embarrassed you earlier and last week you would have shrunk a bit but today nothing happened, what's going on?"
"I don't know," He replied with a goofy smile. "I just feel like I'm always happy at the moment because of you so maybe that's making everything else seem more trivial." It made sense I suppose, and who was I to complain? I certainly didn't want him getting smaller. We went our separate ways to our next lessons and he surprised me again by kissing me in the hallway near my next class. I also noticed Brandon looking on and I could tell that one of his mates wanted to say something derogatory but Brandon just shook his head with a fearful look when he saw me glance his way.
At lunch I sat at our usual table and was soon joined by Josh and the twins.
"Ok there's definitely something strange in the air recently." Sam said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Things have been changing around here and we feel like we're out of the loop." I gave him a confused look and he continued. "Brandon seems to be very well behaved lately for a start; he's not his usual bullying self and seems to be keeping his mates in line as well."
"Maybe being suspended was a defining moment in his life, like he's seen the light." Josh offered.
"I doubt that somehow." Luke added.
"Things have definitely changed around here since you arrived. For example he never used to come out of the library at lunchtime." Sam pointed at Josh as he said this. "And not only has he ventured into civilisation but he's suddenly the talk of the school as people are noticing him more now he's with you and not hiding away."
"Do you want me to go back to the library?" Josh asked, looking a little confused.
"Of course not, it's harder taking the piss out of you when you're in there; we keep getting told to be quiet." Luke replied with a grin.
"What I mean is you've gone from not being seen to suddenly the hunk that everyone's talking about." Sam added.
"Wait, people are calling me a hunk?" Josh looked at me.
"Well you are kinda hunky when you're not all hunched over, trying to look invisible." I replied. He started to blush and again I noticed that there was no change in his physique.
"I guess you've just made me a bit more confident." He said, and then kissed me right in front of everybody again.
"You don't know how lucky you are to have found each other." Sam said with a tinge of jealousy.
"You have no idea how lucky I am." I said with a smile.
After a few more lessons we left for home and after agreeing to meet Josh tomorrow to go and play in the clearing I kissed him goodbye and went up to my room. I figured I had at least four hours until my parents came home and I intended to use them to the fullest. I stripped off my uniform so I was just standing in my underwear and tried not to get too excited. I remembered what Josh had said about being detached so I started to look at my body in the mirror from an artist's perspective.
The first thing I noticed was there was some body fat covering over the muscles but not enough that they were hidden completely. There was definition to be seen in the muscles but they weren't big at all. I decided that they might be more interesting to draw if they were bigger, that way there would be more curvature of the lines for the eye to follow. I watched as the figure in the mirror started to add more mass. The body seemed to get wider and thicker all over. I looked on as the neck seemed to become more solid and there was a bulbous, triangular look to the neck as it swept down to the rounded off shoulders. The arms were held out at an angle as the lats pushed them outwards, causing the upper body to take on a sort of funnel shape. The arms themselves seemed to flow and almost bubble from the shoulders and taper down towards the hands. Looking at the torso I could see the pecs looking like two solid globes, smooth but firm and casting a shadow over the midsection which had six faintly visible mounds protruding in a row down towards the slight V shape at the top of the shorts. Below the shorts the legs started thicker at the top tapering down to the feet, almost shaped like carrots but with tear drop like mounds and crevices lining the way down to the knees and then continuing to the diamond shape of the claves peeking out from behind the legs. Turning slightly to the side I could see the buttocks making two rather solid orbs inside the shorts.
I continued to look at the body in front of me through the eyes of an artist, comparing the different shapes and sizes of the muscles and working out how best to draw them. I then decided it might be more interesting to draw them with a little less body fat, that way there would be more detail to add and more lines to draw without everything looking so smooth.
I started to feel my skin constricting slightly as the fat diminished and was soon left with a much tighter looking body in front of me. The face had actually lost some of the puffiness and had taken on a more chiselled, more handsome look which brought out the sparkle my eyes. I carried on looking down and saw the chiselled traps sweep down to the sculpted shoulders. They looked like they'd been carved in stone, roiling and splitting with every movement. Looking down the arms I could see the indentations and bulges all around the biceps and triceps and decided to see what types of shapes they'd make if they were flexed. I held up my arms in the classic double bicep pose and flexed them, squeezing as much size from them as I could. Holy Shit!!! It was like looking at two grapefruits resting on my arms with huge veins snaking over the tops. I reached over with my left hand to feel the right bicep and it was harder than any stone I'd ever felt. Even with the super strength I knew I had I could barely make a dent in it. I started to feel a little excited but I knew that was probably a bad idea so I put my arms down and tried studying the figure ahead as a life model again.
I studied the torso next and noticed the pecs had more definition to them. The smooth mounds that were there before had been replaced by granite hard, striated slabs that rose and fell with every breath. The shadow they cast over the eight pack of cobbles below was incredible and the midsection was like a carved rock face both in looks and feel. What was once a V shape under the arms was more like a cobra's hood as the lats grew fiercely outwards like a pair of thick wings that were too dense to get me into the air. I looked down at my pecs rather than seeing them in the mirror and was amazed that I could see nothing beyond them. I flexed and bounced them alternately, marvelling at the feeling of them as they went from granite to diamond hard and back again. I felt a stirring in my shorts as I continued to cup and feel the dense muscle in my hands, and the feel of my solid biceps rubbing up my torso as I moved my hands around to feel every crack and crevice on my body.
It was at that point I forgot all pretence of studying, I was going to enjoy it, no matter what my emotions might do. I felt my cock expand in my shorts and forgoing all pretence of detachment I tore them from my body like a tissue. My cock spilled out and I noticed it was at least ten inches and hard as a rock but that wasn't good enough. I remembered Josh's being over twelve inches so I added more length and girth so I could barely grip it with both hands. I pumped it like never before as I caressed and fondled every inch of my body, my cock and nipples growing more sensitive as waves of pleasure washed over my body. I felt my muscles expand a little more until there wasn't a bodybuilder on the planet who could match my size and aesthetic perfection. I looked incredible and my body was so hard it felt like bullets would bounce harmlessly off me. I pulled a most muscular pose and felt my baseball sized balls churn, ready to unleash the fury within and then, I came. I had never felt a sensation like it. I've heard people talk about an out of body experience but that was almost what I had there. The pleasure was indescribable as I could see my cock spew my seed like an overpowered fire hose. Shot after shot fired out as the mirror was coated in front of me and even the wall behind it. The orgasm felt like it lasted an eternity but the euphoria that came with it was more than I could ever imagine until I finally came back down and felt my cock begin to deflate, although it was still bigger than it had been before.
When my mind cleared I looked at the scene of devastation in front of me and fear gripped my body. How the fuck was I going to clean up the mess? I quickly grabbed another pair of shorts and lunged for the door to go downstairs, little realising that my new size was going to make that more difficult for me. When I approached the door I suddenly realised I was never going to fit through it unless I turned sideways. I felt another lurch from my shorts but I knew I couldn't act on it, I tried to relax and shrink down but I was still too turned on. Then the panic set in. What was I going to do if I couldn't shrink? If my parents saw me so huge they'd freak out!
I had to calm myself down. I thought about what Josh had said and tried to detach myself again. This time without trying to study myself as I was. I tried to picture the differences between the old me and how I looked with all that extra muscle. I told myself it would be easier to draw a smaller figure but that I would need to see that image to make a better picture. Finally, I felt myself begin to shrink back to my original size and breathed a huge sigh of relief. Checking the time I saw that I'd have about an hour before my parents returned as long as traffic was bad so I immediately set about trying to clean up. I was astonished at the amount of cum that had spewed from my body and found myself using about four boxes of tissues and a full bin bag to clean it up. Never had I been more pleased that I had a wooden floor instead of carpet as I had no idea what I would have done to clean that up. I made a vow from then on that any masturbating would be done outside or in the shower so I never had to go through that again.