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The Next Big Thing, Part 3
🕑 Added 2021-03-15 17:29:49 +0000 UTCInstead of just trying to come up with something on the spot, Derek had thought carefully about what to do. He sneaked up behind Colin in the cafeteria carrying a tray overloaded with his favorite foods and tapped him on the shoulder.
Colin turned around to see Derek with all of the food. "Hey, hon, what's going on?" he asked.
"Just thought I would have your favorite lunch ready, sweetie," Derek responded. "But could you help me out? The tray is pretty heavy for little ol' me, and you're so big and strong."
Colin smiled and took the tray from his boyfriend. "Thanks, but you really shouldn't have. I have something I need to talk to you about."
Derek kicked his plan into high gear. "Did you see your wrestling coach talking to me? I wanted that to be a surprise, too."
Colin shook his head. "Why were you talking to my coach?"
"He was saying how healthy you looked, and that he was excited you were going to be his heavyweight wrestler this year."
"Coach said that? He wants me to wrestle at the top weight class?"
"Yep. He said whatever you are doing, keep it up."
Colin thought about the possibility of being the biggest guy on the wrestling team and got very excited. He enjoyed putting on weight more than he did taking it off, and staring down at the piles of food on the tray, he instantly became incredibly hungry.
Derek smiled as he saw Colin ogle the food. "The coach also said not to show your face in the wrestling room until you hit 300 pounds."
Colin could feel his dick growing hard when Derek said "300 pounds." It sounded so big and strong to him, and he knew he wanted more size and strength, even if it did mean some extra flab on his body. Besides, to wrestle in the heavyweight division had always been his dream, but he never figured it would come true, since his wrestling coaches had always tried to keep him as lean as possible.
But Colin also knew one other thing: he didn't want to become a fat, sweaty mess. His experience on campus today, with even the shortest walks making him winded, tired, and dripping with perspiration, could not continue. If he was going to get bigger, he would have to eat nonstop, lift huge weights, and also add some conditioning to his routine.
He decided he would definitely start doing something…but planning could wait until after he ate.
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The next afternoon, Colin found himself standing outside of a yoga studio. Even though he would have much rather been back at the gym pumping iron, he knew all the strength in the world would be useless on the wrestling mat without his speed and flexibility.
He entered the building, paid for a trial session at the front desk, and then went into the main room. It was mostly filled with women, although there were a few guys scattered about, but they were are very slim and toned. "I bet my left leg weighs more than most of these men's whole bodies," thought Colin as he took off his jacket and checked out the other males. He was wearing his new workout gear that he had bought to accommodate his new mass: a triple extra-large t-shirt and size 44 waist athletic shorts.
Colin saw the other people start to stretch and warm up before the class, so he decided to do the same. He first reached down to try and touch his toes, but then quickly regretted having such a big lunch – the five burgers, two large milkshakes, and God only knows how many French fries were still digesting, and boy were they taking up a lot of room is his gut. Colin grunted and tried to stretch and stretch farther down.
"Fuck," he thought. “This is going to be harder than I thought.”
But Colin stuck with it, did all the poses the best he could during the class, and finished it drenched in sweat. The routine was much more of a workout than he imagined, and so he came back twice more that week. And the following week went 4 times.
The benefit of the yoga was two-fold: he was regaining the flexibility he lost from getting bigger, and his sessions were also allowing him to lift heavier weights in the gym right after class. Colin wasn't sure how it worked, but there was something about getting attuned to his body that felt erotic and powerful, enough so that he could practically feel the testosterone coursing through his veins. He would leave the yoga studio pumped full of the hormone and instead of going somewhere to jack off, he'd use that edge in the weight room to make his muscles bigger and stronger.
Colin very quickly fell into a new routine that fall. He would start each morning by getting up at 6:00am and devouring a huge breakfast. His mom would be waiting in the kitchen to feed her growing son lots of eggs, bacon, sausage, and pancakes, along with two protein shakes. After a quick shower, Colin could still make it to campus by 8:00am, carrying in his backpack a tin full of a couple dozen fresh-out-of-the-oven cookies his mom would pack for him. He would have lunch #1 with Derek on the college campus after his classes, return home just after noon for lunch #2 from his mom, and then take a nap.
When up from the nap, he would hit the yoga studio for an hour, and follow it up with a 3-hour muscle-blasting session at the campus gym, during which time he usually scarfed down 5 protein bars and another 2 protein shakes. Then it was off to Derek's house for an early dinner followed by hot sex in his bedroom before Derek’s parents got home from work. Finally, he would head to his house for dinner #2 with his parents and another hour of lifting in his basement.
This routine added over 100 pounds to his bench press and 200 pounds to his squat within the first six weeks, and it added quite a bit of poundage to Colin's already big frame. He just exploded in size, from 255 to 275 to 295 pounds of fat and muscle in December. His huge pecs now jutted a good eight inches off of his frame, and his biceps were too massive for even the biggest shirt in his closet. Everything about him became bigger and beefier, and he swore he had even gotten taller as well. He felt like the fucking Hulk as he constantly tore through the seams on his shirts and pants, and the only thing on his Christmas list was gift cards for the local Big & Tall store.
Derek, of course, was thrilled with the changes to his man. Jack was just a distant memory now that he was the boyfriend of the biggest hunk on campus. Nobody could match Colin when it came to size and strength, and Derek loved to feel his muscles when he flexed.
Even better for Derek was that his and Colin’s fucking sessions were more frequent than ever. On the last day of classes during the fall semester, Derek led his boyfriend up to his bedroom, sat down on the bed, and began unbuttoning Colin’s pants. “Baby,” Derek asked, “can you please hold up your tummy so I can get to your fly?”
Colin smiled and hoisted up his thick gut to reveal his tented jeans.
Derek blushed. “You must like what you see, Colin?
"You know I do, Derek. I think you are fuckin’ hot."
Derek unbuttoned the pants and struggled to pull them down over Colin’s massive concrete thighs. "Look at how big your muscles have gotten, sweetie. You must be one of the biggest guys at the gym these days."
Colin laughed. "I'm the biggest, Derek. Nobody has legs like these," he replied. “Or arms,” he added with a quick flex of his titanic 22-inch biceps.
Derek reached over, pulled down Colin’s tight underwear, and started massaging his very hard tool. "You’re just getting bigger all over!”
“And stronger, too,” added Colin. He picked up his much smaller boyfriend, pressed him over his head 5 times with ease, and brought him down for a long kiss. Then he laid Derek down on the bed, flipped him over, lubed him up, and inserted his super cock into Derek’s tender ass. “That all right for you, baby? You like all 295 pounds of hunk on top of you?”
Derek loved to feel Colin’s incredible weight smothering him. “I feel like I’m drowning in a sea of hot musky muscle and flesh,” he replied. His cock was also hard and primed to explode.
The big man started pumping. “Just you wait, Derek. I’m 295 now, but soon I’ll be over 300. Maybe even 325 or 350. And I’m going to keep getting bigger and stronger for you. I’ll be the fuckin’ muscle stud of your wet dreams. You’re never going to get enough of me!”
“Yes, baby, yes,” screamed Derek.
“And I owe it all you, Der,” said Colin, pumping his cock harder now. “You are the one who convinced me to get huge, and I fuckin’ love it. I love how everyone stares at me, and how other guys’ dicks get hard when they see me. And wait ‘til Coach sees me next week – I bet he faints when see what I stud I turned into.”
“He’ll probably want to give you a blow job the moment he sees you,” said Derek with glee. “I know how much I like it!”
Colin nodded. “I bet. And all those guys I wrestle are just gonna weep when they see my body. They will just know that cannot compete with my unbelievable power. I’ll be undefeated the entire season!”
Derek finally came at the thought of his boyfriend taking down the other wrestlers with his gigantic body, and Colin did so as well as few seconds later. They collapsed onto the bed, but didn’t stay there long. Derek got up and went downstairs to get more food for his lover, hoping that he would hit 300 by the time wrestling started up after the Christmas break.
But when the first wrestling practice finally did begin, both men were in for a surprise.
