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The Third Tower, Part 2 (Conclusion)
🕑 Added 2020-12-31 02:49:02 +0000 UTCSure 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, I just seemed to get a lot stronger.”
“Do you have any more of that supplement?” Patrick asked.
“No, it ran out a few weeks ago.”
“Well, we’ll have to see if we can’t reverse some of its effect here,” Patrick said while poking Mike in the belly, “without losing any of the result here.” He grabbed Mike by the bicep and marveled at its increased size and hardness.
Mike didn’t say how much he liked his big belly to Patrick, not wanting to offend his trainer. He decided to do whatever Patrick said.
They quickly fell back into their old routine, with Mike carefully following all of Patrick’s instructions. He began to monitor what he ate, and he added jogging to his training. After a few weeks, his weight was definitely going down, but so was his strength. Mike’s intensity in the weight room had slowed greatly, a fact not lost on his trainer.
“When exactly did you start taking take that powder?” Patrick asked after one of their workouts.
“May 22. The day after I got home,” Mike replied.
“And you say you put on weight right away?”
“Yeah. Somewhere between 20 and 30 pounds, I think, by the end of June.”
“And it was only after that you noticed your strength increasing, right? Do you have your workout journal?”
Mike picked up the book and turned to the correct page. “Let’s see, it wasn’t until July 15th that my bench press finally went up. And that same week so did my squat. And nearly everything else, too. You think that means something?”
“I think it must be the weight,” replied Patrick. “The fat. Somehow, it makes you stronger. Or, more likely, your body was meant to be heavier. The added weight brought your system into equilibrium.”
“Well, let’s test that theory, shall we?” Mike said with a big grin on his face.
From that moment on, he began to redouble his efforts at the cafeteria, practically stuffing his gorged belly with food. He bought dozens of bagels and doughnuts between classes. He went to the all-you-can-eat pizza night at the local pizza parlor and out-ate most of the guys on the football team. And he finished off every night with a trip to Dairy Queen for three or four large blizzards.
Within a few weeks, Mike had quickly gained back all the weight he had lost, plus about 20 pounds more. Getting dressed turned out to be of his daily highlights – feeling how tight his shirt were getting over his chest and arms, and struggling to get his pants over his ever-growing waist. It excited him to no end to feel himself getting bigger with each passing day.
And as his weight climbed, Mike’s strength surged. He was suddenly able to work out for a lot longer without getting tired, and he was getting more powerful every time they lifted. In fact, he was rapidly catching up with some of the collegiate athletes on some of his lifts. He’d even surpassed Patrick on the squat rack!
This training continued all throughout the winter, and Mike shocked his parents with his growing body when he returned home for Thanksgiving. The food was plentiful that holiday, with both Brad and David off partying with some friends in Florida.
Mike came back during Christmas, but again his brothers weren’t there because Brad had won tickets to the Aloha Bowl in an arm-wrestling tournament, so they were off in Hawaii this time. Not that Mike was unhappy about the situation – they would just be even more surprised when he came home for Spring Break.
By late January, Mike had reached superhuman proportions. He had grown so large that he was buying new clothes almost continuously from the campus store, and it was fortunate for him they stocked size XXXL. The other lifters in the team gym were getting to be jealous of Patrick, as he got to lift with the biggest man on campus.
One day during a workout, Patrick’s coach caught sight of Mike’s mighty guns while he was doing curls, and knew he had to have the big hulk on the baseball team.
The coach approached the lifters, and after Patrick made the introductions, he suggested Mike try out for the team. Mike informed him he had never played before, but the coach kept insisting. He finally agreed to try out when he realized it would be worth his time because if he made the team, he would get to spend more time with Patrick.
Mike suited up the following week, and because he turned out to be the strongest hitter, he easily made the cut. Coach Grayson put him on as catcher, and a special uniform had to be made to fit his overwhelming bulk. Unfortunately for the coach, Mike didn’t let up on his time at the training table or the weight room during the season. His massive frame continued to grow, and his poor uniform ripped over and over again as his muscles and his belly bulged out.
Being on the team made Mike feel great, especially since he finally felt a sense of brotherhood he didn’t get from his real brothers. With him and Patrick leading the way, the team had a winning record for the first time in 6 years, and even came close to winning the state tournament. Even better, his baseball schedule kept him from going home for Spring Break, so Mike had even more time to get bigger before seeing his brothers.
When school ended that May, Mike was sad to leave Patrick. They had grown very close during the last year, and he didn’t want be without him for four months. Patrick, of course, felt the same way. They made plans to get their own off-campus apartment together next fall.
Mike’s parents came soon afterward and took their mammoth son back home. They arrived early in the afternoon and Mike went upstairs to unpack. He felt like a workout, so he began to change into his gear when he heard his brothers calling.
“Hey, fatass, we’re home! Mind if we measure your belly!” laughed Brad from down the hallway.
“Dude, that tape probably won’t be big enough to measure his gut anymore,” added David.
Whatever the twins were expecting to see when they entered Mike’s bedroom, they were not expecting what they got. Before them stood one very large and angry-looking man, clad only in a thinly stretched pair of black gym shorts. He stood 6’4” tall, weighed 350 pounds, and radiated strength and power. He had enormous delts, arms bigger than most people’s legs, and huge meaty pecs that rested above his large but firm-looking gut. His ass generously filled out the back of his shorts, and his legs looked like they belonged at the base of an oak tree.
This could not be Mike – it had to be someone from the Powerlifting Hall of Fame!
The twins both turned to run, but the giant was as quick as he was big. He caught them both by an arm and squeezed firmly so neither could break free. “Hello, fellas, I’m so glad you brought the tape. Why don’t we take a few measurements? I think I may be a little bigger than the last time you saw me?”
Neither Brad nor David could say or do anything. For the first time in their lives, they we scared of their once-little brother. They couldn’t believe how much Mike had grown.
Mike grew restless waiting for them to act. He effortlessly picked up Brad and tossed him on the bed across the room, and then he pinned David against the wall with his gut.
“Not quite the jelly belly you expected, huh, boys? How’s my gut feel to you now, David? Still soft and squishy?”
David, panicking and stuck against the wall, looked down at Mike’s chest and belly. “You’ve gotten a lot bigger,” he stammered.
“That’s not what I said, Tiny. How does my gut feel?” Mike increased the pressure on his brother, who then got the message. David raised his hands and caressed the giant rock-hard gut of his brother.
“Wow, it’s really hard.”
“Is it harder than my biceps?” asked Mike with a devilish smile.
David continued to rub the beach ball with his right hand, and then felt Mike’s biceps with his left. “They’re about the same – both like warm steel,” replied his brother, mesmerized by the power and the heat of the incredibly manly physique in front of him.
Mike began to gyrate him hips, rubbing his belly up and down onto David. After about 30 seconds, Mike could feel his brother’s hardening dick rubbing up against him. He gyrated harder and harder, and his brother soon had a far-off look in his eyes.
“Fantasizing about something?” Mike asked. David didn’t reply, but rather just closed his eyes and moaned softly.
Finally, after another 30 seconds of belly rubbing, David’s mouth opened wider, he emitted a small cry, and then his body began to spasm. Mike released him from the wall, and David crumpled to the floor, with his erection still evident under his jeans.
“Nice to know someone appreciates all my hard work,” Mike said. He then turned to Brad, who had watched the erotic episode from the bed. Mike walked over and scooped Brad up again, putting both hands on the sides of his chest, and held him in the air. “Now, are you ready to measure me? Let’s just see how big I really am.”
Brad snapped out of his trance and nodded. When Mike set him down, he lifted up the tape and took Mike’s vitals. His arms had grown to 25 inches cold – one could only imagine how big they would be after Mike had a chance to pump them up. Next, Brad measured his calves, which were a stupendous 23 inches around, and his thighs, which had ballooned to 35 inches. Mike’s waist was next, and it was a rock solid 50 inches in circumference at its largest point. Mike smiled, knowing that it was this flab that turned out to be the key to his incredible growth and newfound power.
Mike saved his mighty chest for last. Brad stretched the tape around Mike’s front and tried to connect it in the back, but it just wasn’t big enough. “Well,” Mike said, playing with his gut, “how big?”
“The tape won’t reach all the way around,” Brad answered. “It only goes to 60 inches.”
“Stretch it as tight as it’ll go and guess the rest!”
Brad did as he was told. He pulled the tape hard around his newly big brother, but it was about 8 inches short. “It looks like your chest must be 68 inches!”
Mike smiled again. He suddenly flexed his gigantic pecs, and because Brad was stretching it so intently, the tape snapped. With the tension gone, Brad fell backwards to the floor. David, who by this time had emerged from his masturbation coma, scooted over to his brother’s side to help him up.
“I guess I need to work on that first,” said Mike as he turned around to face the twins. “Gonna have this beast up to 70 inches within a few weeks!” He continued to flex, hitting pose after pose and knowing how jealous his brothers would be.
“OK, so here are the new rules around the house. First, the downstairs gym is now my domain. You guys may spot me and towel me off, but you don’t lift unless I say so.” The twins nodded, afraid of what might happen if they disagreed. “Brad, you will be my spotter today.”
“Second, I’m gonna need a lot of food to keep these muscles nourished. I’d advise you to keep me well-fed or I may get crabby. Got it?” Again, the twins nodded. “David, while I’m working out, go outside and fire up the barbecue. I’m feeling like some ribs for my afternoon snack. So let’s get going!”
David and Brad got up and followed Mike downstairs. “It’s going to be a great summer,” he thought, knowing know that he was the third, and biggest, tower.
