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Time for Growth (ncmc wiki 2006-11-10)
by NCMC readers
NOTE: This is a copyrighted group-created derivative work based on an earlier story. The opinions, intent and morals expressed in this new work are not necessarily those of the original author and they can in no way be held responsible for this new derivative.Part 1
Brandon walked into the gym. In one hand he had a timestop device, and in the other he had an instant muscle growth serum. He liked big men, but he had noticed that at his local gym, "cardio queens" had taken over - normal men who would look sensational muscle-bound, but instead spent hours jogging, cross-training and rowing to keep their weight down and their arms slender. He was going to change all that, starting today.
Walking in the doorway, he looked for the first man he would transform. He knew a normal man wouldn't agree to it, so that's why he brought the time device. That and the fact he liked doing things that other people didn't know about. He looked around for a few minutes before finding a good looking African American man that would look great with about thirty to forty pounds of muscle on him.
Just as Brandon was about to stop time, a man and two teenage sons knocked him to the floor, laughing as he tried to pick up the serum and the timestop device before anyone noticed them. Brandon wasn't particularly muscular himself, nor had he used the serum on himself to make him bigger. Two of the unfortunate side effects of the serum was that it made the reciever of the serum dumber and it also made them more docile. He prefered to be in charge, even if he wasn't large.
Seething at the family of three that was now using the rowing equipment in the gym, Brandon hadn't notice the hand offered to him until a voice said, "Are you ok?", bringing his attention to the very handsome African American that he was going to change in the first place. Even though Brandon was into big guys, this one didn't look so bad. His skin was the color of milk chocolate and his mint green eyes seemed to convey his kindness. Smiling, Brandon took the guy's hand and got a idea on how to get the father and his two sons back.
"Ah", crying out Brandon, faking to have ingured his knee during the fall. Looking up at the guy, Brandon smiled inwardly as the guy once again said, "Are you ok?", concerned, knowing that the guy was sealing his fate (not that it was a bad one). "Yeah, but I think that I might need some help to the changing room", and as Brandon thought, the guy offered, "I'll help you, don't worry", supporting him under the arm. Limping, Brandon was helped to the change rooms. As soon as the door closed though, Brandon was ready. Placing him down on the bench, the guy turned around and said, "Now, which isss yyyoouuurrr looccccc...", not even finishing his sentence before Brandon had activated the device. Standing up, Brandon looked over the black man.
Taking a look at the key aroun his neck, Bradon assumed that his locker was number 40. Taking the key from around his neck, Brandon openned the guy's locker and looked through his belongings. From the wallet the guy had, he found a ton of cash and a driver's license. The guy's name was Ashwell Mortale, he was 29 and he was 6 foot 4 inches tall. "Damn", Brandon said as he looked back at the guy. After putting everything back to the way it was, Brandon closed the locker, locked it and put the key around the guy's neck again.
After putting the key back, Brandon thought that this was too good of a oppertunity to pass up. Looking a the guy's bulge in his workout shorts, Brandon couldn't help but wonder what it would look like hard. Pulling the guy's shorts down and then his underwear, Brandon finds himself staring at a 7 inch soft cock, still in it's place. Looking over at Ashwell's muscular ass, Brandon can't help but feel it, knowing it would only get bigger with the serum. Taking the serum, he inserted it into a syringe he had and after sterilizing it (he didn't want to infect the guy or anything), he decided to inject it into the vein on the underside of the guy's cock, knowing that the serum would work there the most. Smiling, Brandon watched as the guy before him shot up from 6 foot 4 to 7 foot 1. His cock went from 7 to 9 to 12 inches long, and that was only soft. His ass puckered up and became larger, Ashwell's chest became huge with silver dollar nips and his arms and legs were nothing to sneeze at either. His neck and head grew together until his neck was nearly as wide as his head.
Sighing at the guy he had now created, Brandon stroked the now huge cock in front of him, and it slowly swelled up. It was 12 inches soft after the injection of the serum, and Brandon really wanted to see how long it was when hard. He didn't have to wait long. His eyes widened in surprise at the beast hardened and started rising. 12 ... 14 ... 17 inches! It was almost tall enough to run a flag up!
Brandon stared at it in awe. He quickly pulled the guy's shorts back up, but immediately ran into a problem - the man was now WAY to big for his old shorts. Whereas they had fitted him fairly loosely before, they were already basically skin tight around his new enlarged thighs. Brandon tugged on them as hard as he could, and managed to pull them up to the man's waist. His obscenely large cock meant that there was no way Brandon was going to be able to do up the string, and so he had to leave the man standing there with his tiny shorts tight around his massive ass, with a 17 inch monster cock pointing at skyward. It was quite a sight. The shirt that Ashwell was wearing was totally streched to it's limits, ripping as Brandon's hand came in contact with it, revealing the huge chest to Brandon, who couldn't help but grope the pecs, moving them up and down in his hands.
Brandon quickly looked about the room, looking for the security camera that was sure to be there. Finding it in the corner that had a perfect view of the whole room, including the showers, Brandon picked up the trash bin under it and gave the camera a wack that dislogded it from the wall. Putting the trash bin back, Brandon started time again, watching Ashwell continue what he was saying, "cccckkkkeer?", he said, his voice deepening to that of a tuba. Not noticing that the lockers were now smaller than before and that his voice was much deeper than before, Ashwell paused for a moment and then looked back and forth. After a minute or two, he shrugged and looked back to Brandon, who was now at the other end of the room and said, "So, which, um, thing, is yours?", the serum making it difficult for Ashwell to remember even the word locker.
Brandon was beating himself up in his head, having forgotten that he was on the bench when he started. Fortunatly, it seemed Ashwell couldn't remember that. He even decided to take advantage of this. "Hey, Ashwell, are you gay?", Brandon said, Ashwell, blinking and said "No, why?", not noticing the erection that he was sporting. "Well, you have a boner and I'm the only person in the room, so you have to be gay, right?", Brandon said, walking up to the now puzzled man. "Um, I guess I am, am I?", Ashwell said, now beyond confused. Brandon made a mental note that after injesting the serum, Ashwell's brain seemed to be taking instructions from everything.
Quickly, Brandon instructed, "Yes Ashwell, you are. You are only attracted to me sexually, you want to do anything I tell you to do, you believe everything that I tell you and everything I say is the truth. Everything that anyone else says is false unless I confirm it. You are also in love with me. Do you know what that means?", Brandon said, his voice commanding and dominant. Ashwell obsorbed all of this and tried to remember what it meant to be in love with someone, but he couldn't, saying so. Shaking his head, Brandon said, "If you are in love with me, you do what I want you to do, you are to always care for me and you are to have sex with me or someone else whenever I want it, but only who I tell you to have it with. You are to ask me if it is right to do something or if it's wrong. You will protect me even if it means your life. That's what it means to be in love with someone", basically implanting in Ashwell's head that he was to be Brandon's slave and protector. After a few minutes of this, Ashwell's face returned to normal and it seemed that the side effect for taking in instructions was now over.
Brandon took his new muscle slave's hand and stopped time, this time the two of them were the only moving things in the world, nay, the universe and led him out, the guy not taking his eyes off his new master. The two soon found the father and sons, all three breaking a sweat and pervertedly watching a young woman's ass as she used a stair master.
Brandon looked over the family of three and thought about how they treated people and how perverted they were, he could make them think they were simple things, no instead, he was going to make them suffer. He sighed and tried to think of something to get them good and all without using the serum on them. Looking over to the three, he checked their muscles and saw that the reason they were on the rowing equipment was because it had the best view of the asses of the women.
By the looks of them all three were homophobic and a good rough and hard rape appeared to be just what they needed. Using the serum on them, he would turn them into his stupid fuck slaves being raped by any man Brandon felt they had wronged. He would instruct them to hate being big. Brandon wasn't going to be the source of their enjoyment.
"Yeah, I think I'll do that", Brandon thought getting another shot of serum ready before he noticed Ashwell's eyes lingering from him to a lean asian man, then to a compact muscular red haired man, and then back to the asian man , his dick starting to grow again (it had gone down a little). "Damn!" Brandon thought to himself, he should punish the slave for this, but thought against it, instead he would use Ashwell's wondering eye as a way of finding more men. These two men would be his next victims after he dealt with the family.
He watched the family a while longer, realizing that the father was the problem leering and making suggestions and cat calls, the sons quietly nodding and rolling their eyes at their fathers actions. Brandon would use the serum on them, but his plans had just changed he would inject the father with so much serum he would become a mentally challenged muscle freak. The sons on the other hand for their disregard toward their fathers behavior would be turned into his fuck slave pets. Brandon walked up to the father, he had heard one of the trainers call 'Hi Jake'. Jake was in decent shape for a man his age (looking a little like country singer Toby Keith). Brandon thought to himself that Jake would make a good slave, if not for his attitude. So he decided that he would use ten times the normal amount of serum. Brandon took his time injecting the serum into Jake watching, as the forty seven year old mans clothes ripped off his expanding body. The tenth injection caused a freakish side effect making Jake look like the Mr. Hyde character from League of Extraordinary Gentleman. Brandon pulled on Jakes monstrous forty inch cock. Brandon formed a wicked plan: Instead of making Jake hate being big, he would make Jake want to get bigger, this strangely attractive creature would now want to add 100lbs of muscle to his humongous frame. Brandon made Jake accept that he was gay and bottom for the most unatractive men his master could find for him. Then Brandon left his new pet to play with himself, while he took care of Jake's sons.
Brandon looked at the blonde eightteen year old twins, the boys had lean muscular bodies of swimmers. He approached the boys, finding them to be more attractive than he first had thought(looking like a cross between Aaron Carter and Jesse McCarteny). He felt their muscles, lean but hard, many gay men would consider these two the perfect twinks. Brandon prepared the shot. He pondered all the evil things he could do to these two. he had learned from listenining to their fathers earlier comments that the boys names were Sam and Carl. Brandon looked at Sam and then at Carl, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He would give Carl twice the amount of serum he had given Ashwell, and he would give Sam three times the amount. this would make them dumb fucks.
Brandon pulled down Sams shorts quicklly injecting three shot of serum in to sams limp uncut cock. Sam's five foot seven inch frame grew to six foot 7 inches and filled out with muscle, the boy looking like a professional body builder. Brandon looked at the boyish looking behemoth laughing to himself, as the boys muscles swelled to their final awesome size. Brandon rubbed Sam's immense muscles enjoying his handiwork. While picturing the fun he would have with him very soon, Brandon moved to Carl removing his shorts and began to fondle the boys cock. Brandon injected two shots of serum into Carls cock, though Carl would be smaller than Sam, Sam would be subservient to his slightly smarter brother. Carls body grew to a modest six foot his muscle becoming thick slabs. Carls cock grew to a nice 10 inches soft though not as impressive as Sams 14 inch soft cock. Brandon looked at his to newest playthings. He liked how Sam and Carl had turned out, but Ashwell was still his favorite. "Sam, Carl" Brandon asked the two boys showing no recognition of their own names. Brandon knew he could rewrite the personalities of these two however he liked.
"I know you accept everything I tell you in your frozen state," he said. "Sam, you are a huge behemoth of a man, you are strong and powerful, but you are also a clutz. You have trouble controlling your muscles and so either underpower your actions or overpower - although never in a way that harms anyone. You need your brother to tell you what to do. You are too big and too muscled, and you find decisions confusing." Brandon moved to Carl's ear. "Carl, you like to control your bigger brother sexually. Carl you are as dumb as an ox not capable of holding a job, so you will have to sell your body for sex to earn money. You will be the care taker of your father as well as your brother, and relieve them sexually when I am not using them as my whores."
Bradon grinned and walked to the corner of the bike room. He unfroze time. There was instant confusion.
Carl and Sam had both been mid-pedal when time was stopped and now they continued with the same momentum as before. Only now they were twice and large and many times stronger.
Sam instantly lost balance and fell sideways off his bike. "Whaat?" he grunted as he fell with a thud. Carl managed better, with his new strength the pedals both snapped off, and then seconds later the handlebar too.
"Look at me!" said Sam, struggling to his feet.
"Woah, what's happened?" asked Carl, looking at his huge new body.
"I don't understand." said Sam. "What should I do, Carl?"
Brandon froze time again.
Then he moved in front of all three and announced: "You three will follow me to the showers where I will have my way with you. Remember that I am your master and you all have to do as I say!" With these words Brandon adjusted the
time-control field to exclude his newly recruited slaves, so that they could
move around to follow his instructions. He made a sign to Ashwell to get back to the locker room and then strode towards it himself. After only a few steps he could sense confusion behind him. Carl and Sam were right behind him, but their father looked as if he couldn't decide what to do. "Get over here, you stupid fuck", yelled Brandon and then ordered Carl to guide his father.
to be continued?
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* Time for Growth (ncmc wiki 2006-11-10)
20:46 on 2006-11-10 by ants
Looking forward to more
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* Time for Growth (ncmc wiki 2006-11-10)
03:05 on 2006-11-11
It reads like it was written by a dozen crazy people, which it probably was
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* Time for Growth (ncmc wiki 2006-11-10)
15:40 on 2008-09-02
It was very good. I hope it would not the end.
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