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Brock's Choice, Parts 3 and 4

Part 3

Brock quickly settled into a routine at the house.

He got up each morning and ate one of Alice’s fantastic breakfasts. She had been a cook for many different families, so she could make just about anything. And Brock made sure to tell her to put double helpings of Luke’s special protein powder in everything she made – he wanted to get his muscles super huge!

After a big meal, Brock worked out for three of four hours in the private gy...

Brock's Choice, Parts 1 and 2

This story is one I wrote many years ago (and has been published elsewhere), but like a lot of my early work, it was never finished. I have completed it for my Patreon readers, however, so expect the rest of the story and the conclusion over the next few days.

Part 1

First, a little background on our hero.

To most people, Brock Hardt had it all.

Good family? Sure thing. He came from a well-to-do family that resided in San...

Who Deserves a Sequel?

Which character from one of my previous "Grow, Man, Grow" stories do you feel deserves a sequel? Please vote for your favorite or leave a comment for an alternative choice, or any other story ideas you'd like to share.

My Fantasy Night with the Incredible Bulk, Part 2 (Conclusion)

Just like part 1, this story is a complete fantasy, but oh, how I wish it was real!

We arrived at the address that Tony had given the cab driver, and it turned out to be his hotel. I can’t remember the name of it, but the place was pretty fancy, and he and I were the least dressed-up people in the lobby. That was OK, however, because we didn’t stay in the lobby for more than a few seconds as Tony hustled me up to the penthouse. It was definitely a far cry from ...

My Fantasy Night with the Incredible Bulk, Part 1

OK, this is just story, but I wish it was real! It all stems from this magazine cover from 1989.

I’ve never told anyone this story before, so you’re going to be the first to hear it. I swear every bit of it is true, and it’s about one night over 30 years ago that completely changed my life.

I guess I should start by introducing myself, in case you haven’t heard of me. My name is Trevor Montana, and at the time of this story back in the spring of 1989,...

GMG Appreciation Corner: Off-Season Lee Priest

For those of you who don't remember, Lee Priest is an Australian bodybuilder who was very prominent in the scene during the 90s and early 2000s. He competed in quite a few contests around the world and won several of them throughout the years.

And as much as I was a fan of his competition physique, it was off-season Lee that really revved my engine. The man would blow up from 200 pounds to around 270-280, and that's at a height of only 5'4"! He would eat and eat and eat and didn't mind ...

Dear Mr. Fix-it: Car Trouble

Dear Mr. Fix-it,

I’ve got sort of a good news/bad news situation. I recently got a promotion at the car lot where I work, from salesperson to showroom manager. That’s obviously the good news.

The bad news has to do with some of the sales team who work for me. The lot owner was in a fraternity back in his college days, and he tends to hire a lot of frat alumni to work in those jobs – I got along with them when I was also a salesman, and it didn’t bother me when they goofed ...

You're a Grower, Not a Shower, Part 3 (Conclusion)

Bryan was stunned at Trent’s revelation, as he could not believe that the person who had ridiculed him was also gay. Trent explained that he very upset when he started realizing his orientation, and he lashed out to prove to himself that he was straight. “I figured that I couldn’t actually be gay if I made fun of other gay people. I know that seems stupid now, but it was the only thing I could think of at the time.”

The two talked for a little while longer, and then Trent left t...

You're a Grower, Not a Shower, Part 2

Unfortunately for Bryan, he didn’t heed his uncle’s advice once on campus. Instead of hoping to find a good guy and accepting what he could offer, Bryan wanted to immediately hook up with the ones he thought would be able to make him grow the biggest.

From the moment that Grant’s truck left the loading area, Bryan started fantasizing about getting huge. He pictured himself at 6 feet tall and 200 pounds of muscle, wearing a tight t-shirt and jeans and having people gawk at his body...

You’re a Grower, Not a Shower, Part 1

12 Years Earlier

Scott pumped his engorged cock into his lover. As he went in and out, over and over, he could swear the guy was changing.

“Dude, are you getting bigger?” he asked as he groped the man’s burgeoning pecs. “Your chest isn’t just heaving. It’s like...growing.”

The other man – smaller, with brown hair, tan skin, and a very sexy pair of full lips – was laying on the bed facing Scott and with his legs wrapped around his b...

Welcome!

I just wanted to give a welcome and thank you to the new patrons who are supporting my page this month! I very much appreciate your support and hope you find my stories entertaining.

Please feel free to send me a note or comment down below if there are any muscle growth or weight gain ideas you'd like me to write about, or if you are interested in sequels to the stories I've already published. I love to write and want to make sure I do everything I can to make this site the best it can ...

Dear Mr. Fix-it: From Sam to Samson

Dear Mr. Fix-it,

I need your help in the worst way. My boyfriend Sam and I have been together for 5 years, and I love him very much. We met during our senior year of college and were about the same size back then – I was 5’11 and 150 pounds, and he was 5’9” and 140 pounds. Both of us loved running, so we would jog together on the college’s track or along some of the nearby hiking trails.

After graduating, we moved to a big city and got an apartment together. Running outd...

Large (and in Charge)

"Thank you for coming to my home today, Mac," said Calvin May. “I’m happy you were able to get out here so quickly.”

Mac Stevens, who had been looking around the stately den the two were in, came back into focus. He reached out with his large fingers and grasped Calvin’s much smaller hand, trying not to shake too hard. "Thank you, sir, for the opportunity to meet with you."

“Please, make yourself comfortable,” said Calvin as he plopped down in a leather chair behind a ...

GMG Appreciation Corner: Harold Sakata

There are many wonderful characters in the movie "Goldfinger" to appreciate.  The villain himself, Auric Goldfinger, James Bond of course, and Pussy Galore.

But the first time I saw the movie, all I wanted to know more about was the actor who played the deadly bodyguard, Oddjob.

It turns out he was played by Toshiyuki 'Harold' Sakata, a former wrestler and weightlifter from Hawaii who won a silver medal for the US in the 1948 Summer Olympics. Harold also served in the army du...

Everybody Loves Buck: Simon Edition

Simon looked over at his husband, Rudy, and waved his hand in front of his face. No response.

“He definitely asleep," he thought.

The two were sitting in rocking chairs on the front porch of their home, as was their usually Sunday afternoon ritual. It was meant to be a time for them to both unplug, relax, and enjoy each other’s company before the hectic workweek started the next morning, but apparently Rudy had gotten a little too relaxed and dozed off.

This problem hadn...

The Third Tower, Part 2 (Conclusion)

Sure enough, Patrick hardly even recognized Mike upon his return to campus. While he wasn’t too happy about the added fat, he was very amazed at the muscle gains. Patrick didn’t think it would be possible to get so much bigger over one summer, but Mike had gone and proved him wrong.

“How did this happen? You didn’t go on the juice, did you?”

“No way, I just took some weight-gain supplement of my brothers that really helped me pack on the pounds. Once the weight came on...

The Third Tower, Part 1

This story was the first one I wrote where I felt everything came together in a satisfying way. The others that I dreamed up before The Third Tower were either incomplete, rushed, or not as descriptive as I wanted them to be, but I took my time here to craft something that I really ended up liking.

Mind you, it’s an old one that has been published before, but I wanted to include it on Patreon as a part of my collection, so apologies if you have already read it. 

How old is ...

Dear Mr. Fix-it: Big Brother Blues

Dear Mr. Fix-it,

I’ve got a problem I hope you can fix. I’m a 21-year old college student right now sharing an apartment with my 20-year old little brother. I’ve got a decent body – 6’ tall and 180 pounds, and in good shape from years of baseball – and I get my fair share of dates. But whenever I bring someone home for a night of fun, my brother will be waiting in the living room to show off. He spends all his free time working out, and a good deal of the money he earns from...

GMG Appreciation Corner: Grant Pitts

The larger man is very much appreciated here at "Grow, Man, Grow," and one of my all-time favorites has to be Grant Pitts. For those of you who don't remember, Grant was a celebrity in the powerlifting world a few decades ago and was definitely one of the thickest and widest men around. Unfortunately, in the manner of "always leave them wanting more," only a handful of photos and video of him still exist online for us to treasure.

But what can be found is glorious! Grant always appears ...

Nowhere to Go But Up, Part 4 (Conclusion)

The first surprise I received came about six months after Frank left.  As part of our effort to re-connect, I started meeting with my friend Phil each Sunday morning for brunch at one of my favorite restaurants, Le Grand Homme.  I loved this place for two reasons: the first was that it actually offered a brunch buffet, which meant I could eat as much as I wanted.  I always filled up several plates and typically consumed 3,000-4,000 calories in waffles, eggs, sausage, and so man...

Nowhere to Go But Up, Part 3

After my first night with Frank, which we both enjoyed (a lot!), we talked about ground rules if we were to enter a relationship.  It was very different for me to discuss everything in advance, but also refreshing to not have to always be guessing about what the other person wanted.  Frank was pretty uncomplicated, however – he desired companionship and sex…with me…and to be asleep each night by 9:00pm. I was extremely happy with that arrangement, so we decided to get together...

Nowhere to Go But Up, Part 2

I have to say that by the time my one-year employment anniversary at the Carlisle Social Club rolled around, I was definitely feeling good.  I had gotten a substantial raise in pay the week before, and along with the generous tips I received from the members, my bank account had never been healthier.  I had moved into a nicer apartment that helped me to forget my old life with Devin and how miserable I had become.  My weight was down about 10 pounds from the time Lucas left to ...

Nowhere to Go But Up, Part 1

I hit a low point in my life a few years ago.  I had made it through college with a history degree, but with no real career prospects after I graduated, I took a gig working at a copy shop.  I hated the job, which I think my boss could sense because she kept reducing my shifts until I was only scheduled a few hours a week.  

Most of the rest of the time was spent moping around my apartment playing videogames or getting high, so it’s not really a shocker that my boyfrien...

Aaron

Here's another story I wrote a very long time ago, probably around 1999...in fact, I think it was the first one I ever wrote.  It's a bit messy and inconsistent, but gets the job done.

It's been posted on other sites before, but I cleaned it up a little here.

I named the main character after me (it's my middle name) so it's a bit of wish fulfillment as well. Enjoy!

My dream:

I arrive at your house around 9 a.m. You answer the door in your paj...

I Have to Be Strong, Part 6 (Conclusion and Epilogue)

Garrett stood up and said in an authoritative tone, “I’d stop right there if I were you.”

Jeremiah stopped fondling the unconscious hero and jerked his head to the side. If his dick hadn’t already been hard from seeing Super-Hunk up close, it definitely would have sprung to life seeing the enhanced Garrett Axton, who was now at least 6’6” tall and packed with dense muscle. He was still wearing his blue mid-thigh shorts, but they now had ridden up to expose more of his thunde...

I Have to Be Strong, Part 5

Garrett knew he didn’t have much time – Brad's powers would be permanently cut off within a matter of minutes, so going for help was not an option. He would have to fight Jeremiah all alone, and he would have to do it now.

"I have to be strong. I can’t be weak right now. Dang it – If only I was a little bit…”

His thought was interrupted when he suddenly came up with an idea.

He saw Jeremiah’s gun still sitting on the counter where he had left it. Jeremiah hadn�...

I Have to Be Strong, Part 4

Garrett ‘Ax’ Axton opened his eyes and looked around. It took him a few moments to realize he was flat on his back in the school’s science lab – and another few moments to think about how he had gotten there.

“I remember Jeremiah and his gun, and I remember him getting bigger and stronger and taunting me,” he thought, trying to clear the fog from his head. He couldn’t recall much of anything else, though he was sure that it hadn’t been good if he had ended up on the floo...

I Have to Be Strong, Part 3

Jeremiah was lost in a sea of desire and lust when a shadow suddenly appeared through the window on the lab door and a determined voice began to speak.

“I’d stop right there if I were you.”

Startled, Jeremiah took his tongue out of Garrett’s mouth and released his grip. Garrett immediately slumped downward, and Jeremiah realized that his victim must have fainted sometime during their kiss. Jeremiah backed up and gently dropped his prey to the floor as he went.

The pe...

I Have to Be Strong, Part 2

“But Jeremiah,” sputtered Garrett. “You’re wrong. You’ve got it all wrong!”

“Wrong? What am I wrong about?”

Garrett replied as calmly as he could. “For starters, I’ve never called you anything but your own name.”

Now it was Jeremiah’s turn to scowl as he pressed Garrett up against the door, keeping his newly gigantic pecs flexed firmly in front of his victim’s face. “Liar! You called me a dupe when you walked into this room. You can’t deny that!...

I Have to Be Strong, Part 1

This story was one I started a very long time ago, probably around 2005.  I posted it on a few sites, but was never inspired enough to give it a proper ending, so it has been languishing unfinished for more than a decade.  I found it in on my computer a few weeks ago and was surprised how much time-jumping I had included, given that it was one of the earliest stories I wrote (everything else from that time period had very linear narratives).

After re-reading it, I thought abou...