Padraig

Building the Wall, Part 1

Life for Wally "The Wall" Watkins was almost perfect. At 27, he was at the top of the bodybuilding game, thanks to the ease at which his 6’3”, 240-pound body could put on muscle and his incredible metabolism, which burned off every calorie he consumed and kept him ultra-lean year-round. He had not only won the overall title at the last five shows he had entered, but he had also earned “Best Abs” at each of them. Genetically, he had been very blessed.

Wally was also extremely goo...

What should I write in August?

Please vote for your favorite concept below, and the most popular selection will appear on this page sometime in August.

As always, thank you all so much for continuing to support GrowManGrow! If you have any other story ideas you'd like to see, please list them in the comments below or send me a message.

Dear Mr. Fix-it: Big Howdy

Dear Mr. Fix-it,

My name is Howard, and I’m hoping you can help me fix a mistake I made a few years back. After graduating from high school 12 years ago, I decided to go to college at Boston University, my parents’ alma mater – not because I really wanted to, but because it was something they were pressuring me to do. I wanted to make them happy, and they said they would foot the entire bill, so I packed up and headed for the dorms. And although I occasionally enjoyed the classes,...

Afternoon Delight

Flynn Michaels couldn’t figure out which way he was supposed to go. Even though he should have been able to navigate through the relatively small downtown area, he had managed to get himself lost. After walking by a city park that he was sure he had already passed twice before, he decided to ask for directions. Flynn strode up to a bench from the side and approached the stranger sitting on it.

The man on the bench was alone and appeared to be enjoying the warmth of the afternoon sun. ...

The Tale of Thick Johnson, Part 4 (Conclusion)

Brett, Stephanie, and Melissa continued torturing Thick during his PE class for the remainder of the summer. For starters, they made sure the school t-shirts and shorts that he had to wear during class were always at least 2 sizes too small, which accentuated and exposed his flabby body. And secondly, they always made sure to take him where there would be plenty of people to see the changes – his classes would consist of activities such walking in the mall or jogging along the beach. Every ...

The Tale of Thick Johnson, Part 3

"Good to hear. So let's get started,” said Miss Gunderson. “Take off your shirt, Thick, and let's get your measurements and weight."

Thick obliged without thinking. He had always been proud of his body and loved to take his shirt off, especially in front of good-looking ladies. And since he hadn't yet realized how fat he had gotten, he had no reason to be embarrassed.

Miss Gunderson left the room to finish some paperwork and told her new assistants to handle the measuring duti...

The Tale of Thick Johnson, Part 2

Miss Gunderson got off the phone with two of her favorite students, Melissa and Stephanie, and she did not like to hear how this Thick guy had treated them. “He’s thick in the head, all right. Men like him need to be taught a lesson.”

The girls PE teacher arrived at school early the next morning and found Thick’s locker in the gym. Once she found the combination, thanks to the careless recordkeeping of the male PE teacher, Miss Gunderson open the locker and discovered various ja...

The Tale of Thick Johnson, Part 1

As a part of a poll I ran at the end of June, I asked patrons to choose what stories I should write in July, and one of the selections that received the most votes was about getting revenge on Thick Johnson, the cocky and well-muscled football stud.

And here is that story! Please let me know your thoughts in the comments.

Darren Johnson pulled his car into his driveway, parked in the garage, and hoisted his rotund body out of the car. He was starving, so he h...

Mr. University, Part 3 (Conclusion)

After his muscle growth dream, and his boyfriend’s successful plan to rejuvenate his confidence, Garth rededicated himself to the gym. He became consumed with a desire to be the biggest and strongest man in the world, and he was convinced that he was going to achieve that goal.

Bryan was very excited about Garth’s newfound desire to grow, so he offered to coordinate Garth’s meal prep and supplement program. Bryan would spend hours in the kitchen cooking and storing pound after pou...

Mr. University, Part 2

Garth was having difficulty keeping his big hands off of his crotch while at home. He could feel his cock getting harder and harder even though he wasn’t having any sexual thoughts, but he very much wanted to reach down and begin jacking off.

“But I can’t,” he said to himself over and over. “I gotta stay strong.”

His mantra was interrupted by the doorbell ringing, and Garth was thankful for the distraction. Unfortunately, it turned out to be an even bigger problem.

Mr. University, Part 1

For my poll about what to write on Patreon in June, this idea came came in second place, but when I checked the tallies originally it was a tie. So I committed to write it and hope you enjoy it - Part 1 now, and Part 2 will be up later this week. Part 3, the conclusion, will be up next week.

Dirk Jacobson heard the doorbell chime and headed for the foyer. He opened the door and was greeted by a musclebound man in his early 20s.

The guy was a little shorter than Dirk, bu...

What should I write in July?

Hi everyone!

I've got almost all of my regular stories planned for next month, but I thought I would leave it up to my patrons to decide one more to add to the list. Please vote for your favorite concept below and the more popular one will appear on this page sometime in July.

Thank you all so much for continuing to support GrowManGrow, and as always, if you have any other story ideas you'd like to see, please list them in the comments below or send me a message.

Big Bad Brad, Part 2 (Conclusion)

A few weeks later, and Sebastian was astounded at Dom's progress as they stood near the front desk of the gym. "Dude, you are just totally blowing up with muscle. Look at these guns you have now – they've gotten so big! And your chest, back, and legs are also looking amazing! I cannot believe how fast you have taken to the training."

Dom smiled big. He felt better than he ever had in his entire life, and he felt like things were only going to get better. He still had the thick glasses...

Big Bad Brad, Part 1

Brad Castle was sitting at his desk at the Alpha Fitness sales office, working diligently, although it may not have seemed like it to some. As he typed on the computer with his right hand, he reached over the large sack of flab that was his belly with his left hand, pulled a donut out of the large box nearby, and crammed it down his maw. A minute later Brad grabbed another donut, shoved it into his mouth, and licked his soft sausage fingers.

“Fuck, that’s so good!” he said. Brad w...

I See You

As a part of a poll I ran last month, I asked my patrons to choose what stories I should write in June, and one of the selections that got the most votes was: "A new story told from the perspective of a big bull of a man who confronts a nerd who has been ogling him at the grocery store."

And here is that story! Please let me know your thoughts in the comments.

I see you.

Yeah, you. I know you’ve been trying to sneak photos of me with your phone. It’s pretty ob...

Never Enough Weight, Part 3 (Conclusion)

Jack reclined onto the bench and took a big breath. He reached up and put his hands on the bar, picked it up, and began lowering it toward his chest. The first rep burned, the second rep was torture, and he thought the third rep was going to be too much for him to handle, but he got the bar back into place. Jack had just completed 3 bench presses at 585 pounds, a new personal best.

“Fuck, yeah” exclaimed the big man as he bounded up from the bench. His chest was on fire, so Jack str...

Never Enough Weight, Part 2

Two weeks later, and Marshall had several additional evenings in with Jack. In fact, any night that he wasn’t spending with a client, he could be found in the bed of his new lover. Marshall especially enjoyed the way Jack took charge of everything – it made it so easy when the big guy commanded what they were going to do, how they were going to do it, and how many times. Marshall didn’t have to plan anything, which was a refreshing change from those who were paying him and expected Mars...

Never Enough Weight, Part 1

Marshall was waiting for the 7:00pm aerobics class to start. He didn’t really enjoy sweating profusely in a room full of strangers, but the classes helped to keep him in perfect shape for his…well, let’s call it a job. 30-year old Marshall worked as a gigolo, and he counted among his clients some of the wealthiest men in the city. He would spend a few hours, or sometimes the whole night, pleasuring these men and then walk away with a healthy transfer of cash to his Venmo account.

...

GMG Appreciation Corner: Alexey Lesukov in Blue

Dear God,

Thank you for blessing the world with Alexey Lesukov, and for giving him the desire to lift big, eat big, and wear the tightest blue shirts in the universe. He's exactly what we dream about here at GrowManGrow.

Cheers!

What should I write in June?

I've got several stories planned for next month, and a little bit of extra time to write one more, so I thought I would leave it up to my patrons to decide the best use of my time. Please vote for your favorite scenario of the four listed below and look for it to appear on this page in the next few weeks.

As always, thank you so much for supporting GrowManGrow, and if you have any other story ideas you'd like to see, please list them in the comments below or send me a message.

Hap...

Sweet Revenge, Part 4 (Conclusion)

Three months later, Gus had changed a lot without his daily protein intake and special vitamins. He was down to 5'6 and weighed 300 pounds, all of which was fat. Any trace of the big Greek bull he had been was gone, replaced by a carbon copy of how his brother Nick used to look. He was even losing his hair, which had retreated from a dark thick mane down to a wispy, thinning comb-over.

Gus trudged up from the basement after another night of being forced to listen to Patrick and Nick mak...

Sweet Revenge, Part 3

One month later, unfortunately, the only change with Nick was that he had gotten even fatter than before. The constant eating of protein hadn't added any muscle to his frame, but rather changed right into 20 pounds of lard that had settled on his already massive gut and butt. His clothes were now stretched to the max, and though grateful for the wonderful food that Patrick had been feeding him, he felt worse than ever for getting even fatter.

Patrick also felt really bad, thinking that ...

Sweet Revenge, Part 2

Patrick decided that in order to come up with a plan to fatten up Gus, he would need more information, so he decided to start asking a few questions that night at dinner.

He walked up behind his lover, who was currently chowing down on a steak, and nuzzled him on the neck. "You were right this morning, Gus. You deserve all the muscle-building protein, and I definitely do not. I mean, look at me. I'm a tub of lard who sits on the couch all day. But you? You have the opportunity to be the...

Sweet Revenge, Part 1

Patrick Mass had just won another local bodybuilding contest and was back at home with his trophy. He had been dieting for weeks to make sure he was as lean as possible (and the win had made all the dieting worthwhile), but now he was absolutely starving. All he could think about was spending a few days eating and drinking whatever he wanted.

He caught a glimpse of his body in the hall mirror – his tight white t-shirt really showed off all his muscles, especially his beefy pecs and bu...

Not So Super Man, Part 3 (Conclusion, Version #2)

Clark decided to take the too-tight outfit off of his whale-like body, and every part of him seemed to jiggle and wiggle as he struggled with the supersuit. He was so weak in his current condition and the fabric was so tight that it took him twice as long to get the blasted thing off as it did in his attempt to put it on.

When he finally had it completely removed, Clark tossed the suit and the cape on the nearby bed, and after he did so, he noticed a small white patch in the sea of red ...

Not So Super Man, Part 3 (Conclusion, Version #1)

Because the poll to decide the ending of this story ended up in a tie, I'll be posting two different conclusions for Not So Super Man. The first version is below, and the second one will be posted in a few days.

Dejected that he couldn’t get his powers back, Clark decided the best option would be to try to get a job, earn some money, and support himself until he could figure out what his new future would be – because even with diet and exercise, he was going to be way too...

Not So Super Man - How should it end?

Hello Patrons! I've posted the first two chapters of the "Not So Super Man" story and am going to write a conclusion, but I would love to get your input on which ending you would prefer. I have four options in the poll, but if you have a better idea please submit it in the comment section below.

Thank you!

Not So Super Man, Part 2

When Clark awoke a few hours later, he was in the ER with two broken arms. Oscar was there waiting for him and explained that just before he passed out, Clark had raised his arms to shield his face, but Brick's mighty blows had still kept on coming and eventually cracked some bones in his arms.

Clark was relieved that Oscar had stayed, hoping that the two might eventually pick up where they left off, but it quickly became clear once they returned to the complex later that night that Osc...

Not So Super Man, Part 1

Clark Kent was ready for something different, and he decided that his 20th birthday was as good as time as any to make a change. After years of earnest escapades as America's leading teenage hero, first going by the name Superboy but then recently transitioning to Superman, Clark desperately needed some "me" time. He wanted to sow his wild oats and go a little crazy like a regular college student, but his superpowers made that impossible: he simply couldn't get drunk, and his super penis woul...

Dear Mr. Fix-it: Taking the Dull by the Horns

Dear Mr. Fix-it,

I have a situation that I’m hoping to change, and I was wondering if you could help. I just started working as an office assistant at very large manufacturing firm. The problem is that my first name is Mike, and we have 3 other Mikes who work here, so the office manager, Art, calls us by our last names, and for me that’s Dull. Yep, Mike Dull. As a result, he shouts out “Dull!” whenever he needs me to run his errands, or wants me to stay late at work, or whatever...