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One Small Problem, Part 4 (Conclusion)

When he awoke, Kyle found that he was tied up in chains, sitting on a chair in a darkened room. He could see a window nearby as he groggily tried to hold up his head, but it was too dark to see anything else.

A few moments later, he heard footsteps and a door behind him opened. "Oh, good, you're finally awake. I want you to see everything that is about to happen."

Kyle recognized Jonas's voice, but he didn't quite understand what he was talking about. "Where am I?"

"You're i...

One Small Problem, Part 3

I'll be posting Part 4 (the conclusion) of this story in a few days. It's not fully written yet, so if you have ideas you'd like to suggest for it, let me know in the comments below.

My next story will be posted soon, too. It will be "My Pecs," a companion story to My Arms and My Thighs.

Thirty days later, Kyle was becoming impatient with a lack of word from Jonas. His cock was still small, which meant that he was still avoiding sex, and Beef was probably goi...

One Small Problem, Part 2

After getting a good night's sleep, Kyle awoke the next morning and got out of bed. He took a long, hot shower, taking plenty of time so his hands could explore the growing muscles all over his body, and then got dressed in the typical outfit of the salesmen in his company. While most in the profession wore a suit and tie, VitaLife like to have its salesmen wear tight polo shirts and tight slacks to accentuate their physiques. Thirty days ago, Kyle would have been embarrassed to wear such out...

One Small Problem, Part 1

“So tell me more about your goals,” said Bradley ‘Beef’ Willis to his newest client as they stood in his garage gym. “What do you want to accomplish?”

Kyle took a good look at Beef – he was an attractive, well-built guy, with blond hair, blue eyes, and bulging muscles sticking out of his tank top and shorts. "I want to get in better shape – or rather, I want to get into great shape. Less fat, bigger muscles.. There's a promotion I want at work, and I won't get it looking...

What should I write in November?

Dearest patrons, please vote below which of the following stories you would like me to include on the site on November. As always, the one getting the biggest tally will definitely be written!

And as always, if you have any other suggestions, send them my way!

The Legend of Sleepy Hollow Gym, Part 2 (Conclusion)

The morning after Hans cast his spell, Brom slowly woke up, but he was confused where he was. It was dark, and he was standing in a very small space. He could feel cold metal all around him and began pushing each side of whatever was containing him. The fourth side burst open, and Brom stepped out to realize he had been in a locker at his gym. Of course he first thought that was impossible, because he was way to big to fit inside one of the lockers. But then he caught a glimpse of himself in ...

The Legend of Sleepy Hollow Gym, Part 1

This story was the second most requested of my poll from last month, so I decided to include it just in time for Halloween. Part 2 will be up tomorrow.

Since it’s Halloween, I was wondering – have you heard the story about what allegedly happened a few years ago at the Sleepy Hollow Gym? You know, the legend about that guy, Ichabod Crane? You haven't? Oh, it's a good one.

So there was a man named Ichabod Crane. He was a teacher over at Sleepy Hollow High School – ...

Hefty Halloween, Part 3 (Conclusion)

Last year

The breakup of the relationship between Kevin and Zane was fast and drama-free. Zane admitted that he hadn't been attracted to Kevin since his weight gain, and he thought Kevin cared more about his career than spending time with him, so he had cheated. Kevin accepted that things had changed, and Zane moved out the following weekend and into the apartment of the fireman he had been spending all his free time with. There was no name-calling, ...

Hefty Halloween, Part 2

Three years ago

Kevin and Zane officially became an item shortly after meeting at the party, and at the start of the next year, Zane moved in with Kevin and became a resident of the Regal Bay Towers. The two were very happy together and were easily considered the best-looking couple in the building – which led to them getting invited to almost every brunch, party, and get-together that the other owners were having. Everyone wanted to have the two h...

Hefty Halloween, Part 1

This story was the winner of my "What Should I Write in October" poll, and I'll be posting the next two chapters over the next few days. Enjoy!

As Kevin Kobayashi got dressed for this year’s annual Halloween party at the Regal Bay Towers, he thought about the other Halloween events he had attended since moving into his condo.

Five years ago

Kevin had fallen in love with Seattle seven years earlier as a college freshman at the...

Lust Thy Neighbor, Part 2 (Conclusion)

After another few months passed, Andrew continued getting fatter. He decided he was going to enjoy his bulk time for a while longer and not worry about dieting or his weight, which resulted in him blowing up to 320 pounds. Every part of his was covered in a thick layer of flab, but the bulk of the weight accumulated in his massive belly. And unlike powerlifters who sometimes grow solid muscleguts, Andrew developed one that was soft and billowy and jiggled whenever he moved. It lopped down far...

Lust Thy Neighbor, Part 1

Andrew walked to the foyer of his home, opened the front door, and saw that it was his Matt, an acquaintance who lived down the street. "Morning. How are you?"

Matt had a confused look on his face. He was expecting to see 27-year-old Andrew Watkins, the famous bodybuilder, open the door. The man standing before him was about the same height as Andrew, and had the same brown hair and brown eyes, but he was much too husky and bloated to be a bodybuilder. And instead of wearing a tight tan...

My Thighs, Part 2 (Conclusion)

26 inches

Remember back when I said I was impressed that I was squatting 120 pounds? Shit, that seems like 100 years ago, because today I squatted 520 pounds. I felt like fuckin’ Superman, I tell ya. I was sweating like a mother under that bar, but I still managed to get it up three times before my legs ran out of juice. Those legs are up to 26 inches around now and look like concrete columns sticking out of my gym shorts,...

My Thighs, Part 1

I posted a story a little while back called My Arms, but this one is not a sequel (nor was it inspired by that story). It was actually something I wanted to write after seeing the attached photo on the internet. I don't know to whom those legs belong, but I sure wish I did!

14 inches

I got asked the other day: “Pete, why do you always wear pants, even on the hottest days?” I lied and said it was because I’m always cold, but the truth is I...

GMG Appreciation Corner: 1980s Matt Mendenhall

I just saw that bodybuilder Matt Mendenhall passed away a few months ago, so I wanted to share a few photos with my patrons in case they weren't familiar with this 80's legend of the sport. Matt was a prime example of a Grow, Man, Grow type of guy - always working hard to build that muscle, and always sharing it with the world (and might I add, he was also so goddamn good-looking).

Matt never won any major competitions, but he was a fixture of the bodybuilding magazines during the decad...

What should I write in October?

I'd love to hear which of the following stories you would like me to include on the site on October. As always, the one getting the most votes will definitely be written!

And as always, if you have any other suggestions, send them my way!

The Freshman 150/Fat + Muscle, Part 3 (Conclusion)

May 15

Dwight Alston, the biology student who had created the formula used on Tucker, had never seen his brother so flustered before. Mike Alston had always been confident and self-assured, which is what made him a good coach, but now he seemed different that his usual self. “I just don’t know what to do, Dwight. The guy’s gone crazy!”

“Here, let’s sit down and tell me everything that’s been happening,” said Dwight...

The Freshman 150/Fat + Muscle, Part 2

March 15

Tucker Hay was about to knock on his coach’s office door, but he decided to go on in. The now 6’6”, 360-pound football player opened the door and ducked under the head jamb as he walked inside.

Coach Alston looked up from his computer and was shocked for two reasons: 1) his team members had always demonstrated their respect by knocking and waiting for a response, and here was Tucker entering like he owned the place. And 2) Tucker...

The Freshman 150/Fat + Muscle, Part 1

For my September poll, the idea about a college freshman gaining 150 pounds instead of the normal 15 was the most popular, but I heard back the readers wanted two versions: one where he gains just fat (already written and posted), and one where he gains fat AND muscle. Here is Part 1 of the second version, and I'll post Part 2 in a few days. If you have suggestions for what should happen in Part 2, please leave them in the comments section below or send me a message.

Keep growing!

The Freshman 150/Fat, Part 2 (Conclusion)

March

Eric’s weight gain continued unabated as spring began to arrive on campus. He still waddled to class and work every day, but he would retreat to his dorm room every evening and stuff himself with as much food as possible. The extra bed and desk that Paul had used became storage areas for all the snacks he liked to have on hand to satisfy his growing hunger. Eventually the wastebasket overflowed, and the floor became littered with empty Oreo packages, pi...

The Freshman 150/Fat, Part 1

Hi everyone –

In the poll about what I should write in September, this idea about a college freshman gaining 150 pounds during the year instead of the normal 15 was the clear favorite. Here is Part 1 of a version where the hero gains 150 pounds of fat, and I'll post Part 2 in a few days. If you have suggestions for what should happen in Part 2, please leave them in the comments section below or send me a message.

I'll also be posting another version of this story where the hero ...

Grunt

Ok, I’m writing this all down before I forget it. It feels too good to be true, but I swear, everything really happened.

I decided to go out dancing last night. My shitty ex-boyfriend Travis had dumped me recently – he said I was getting too old and too fat, and he needed someone actually hot to make his cock hard. Can you believe that? I mean, yeah, I’m 6 years older than him at 32, but I’m not old. And I may have put on a few pounds recently, but 210 pounds is still fairly lea...

Hercules, Hercu-less, Part 3 (Conclusion)

Tanner waited until 7:00am, which he felt was an appropriate time for a call, and phone his dad. Fortunately, his father was an early riser and answered on the first ring.

“Dad, listen, you remember grandpa’s friend, Alexander? He was really old and really big – at least 6’4”. He would often come over to grandpa’s house when we visited.”

“Of course,” replied his dad. “I thought Alexander was like 100 years old even when I was growing up. I can’t imagine how o...

What should I write in September?

I've got one more chapter of my Hercules story to post (look for it tomorrow or Thursday), but in the meantime, I'd love to hear which of the following stories you would like me to include in the September slate. As always, the one getting the most votes will be added to the lineup.

Hercules, Hercu-less (Part 2)

Tanner was shaken by his encounter with Hercules. “How is this type of behavior allowed?” he wondered.

Fortunately, he didn’t have to wait long for an answer. Another member came over right after the incident and helped him up off the floor. “You OK?” asked the stranger.

Looking up, Tanner smiled at the man – he was tall and cute, with a kind smile. He had short dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a bit of scruff on his chin. He was also skinny like Tanner, but several in...

Hercules, Hercu-less (Part 1)

Hi everyone! here is Part 1 of the most popular idea from my poll last month. I hope you enjoy it, and please let me know what you think in the comment section.

Almost everyone in Morningstar, Colorado, knew Nick and Sophia Jones. For starters, it was not a very big town – only about 2,000 people lived there. But mostly they were known for running the most popular restaurant in town: the Olympia Café. Both Nick and Sophia were 100% Greek, so don’t let the last name fool ...

Make Him an Offer He Can't Refuse

Jerry walked over to his last table of the evening to check on the five men seated there. He had made some pretty good tips during his shift, but he figured this group might leave the biggest one of all. Little did he know how big things would turn out to be.

“Hello again, gentleman,” he said after stopping about a foot away. “Now that you have had your desserts and coffee, I thought I would see if you needed anything else this evening.”

The five guests had already turned ...

My Arms

10 inches

God, I hate my arms.

Let me explain. I inherited a good height from my dad (I’m 6’2”), but none of his bulk. Instead, I got a fast metabolism and a super-skinny frame from my mom, and as a result only weigh about 130 pounds soaking wet. Most of this thinness can be covered up with the right clothes, but not at work. I have a job as an Assistant Manager at a fast-food burger restaurant, Big & Beefy, and we have to wear short-...

Building the Wall, Part 3 (Conclusion)

About 15 seconds later, Wally could hear footsteps rapidly approaching from around the corner. He wasn't a religious person, but he quickly said a little prayer that it would be someone willing to help.

He didn't have to wait long, as two men came into view and stopped right in front of the porch. Both were young, probably in their early 20s, and like Wally were both sweaty and shirtless. But that's where the similarities ended. Well-lit by the lamp on the nearby street corner, these tw...

Building the Wall, Part 2

One month later, Michael was on his way back home after work. As he came up the sidewalk to their apartment, he saw a hunky pizza delivery man leaving the building and was fairly certain which apartment he had stopped at.

Less than a minute later, Michael entered his doorway and headed for the bedroom, where sure enough he found a completely naked Wally sitting up on the bed. The big man was stuffing two pieces of pepperoni pizza into his mouth from the box on his lap, and he had anothe...