The Swimming Hole 7 (musc)
by Jaypat
The last thing I wanted to do was talk to the EPA guy.
“I don’t have anything to say to you,” I said. And I tried to walk past him. But no sooner did I take one step then a huge figure stepped up next to him and blocked my exit. Holy crap, it was Jimmy. There he stood, monstrous pecs heaving in and out as he breathed, his brick wall abs clenched. Impossibly broad shoulders, with delts like cannon balls, combined with his wide, thick lats turned his torso into a fucking road block. His big fists were clenched, making his arms look threatening even though they were just hanging by his sides. Of course those huge biceps, with thick veins running up and over them, didn’t hurt either. And there he was just daring me to try and get past him!
I may have gained some size in the past couple of days, but he was still way bigger than me, way bigger.
“What’s going on, Jimmy?” I said, hoping I didn’t sound as nervous as I felt.
“You ruined everything!” said Jimmy, looking way too angry for me to stay healthy. “We had a good thing going with the swimming hole and you fucked it up!” said Jimmy
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t fuck up anything,” I said looking around at the boys locker room which was pretty much destroyed. “…well, nothing important anyway.”
“You took all of the muscle stuff out of the swimming hole!” he said.
“Me?” I said. “I didn’t take anything out of anything!”
“Liar!” he yelled! “Guys have been getting huge all over the place! I saw what just tore though here!” He pointed at the hole in the wall. “How could that have happened if you didn’t bring the stuff here?”
“Oh… that…? I can explain that… at least I think I can.”
“Save it!” yelled Jimmy. “I don’t need to hear any more of your lies! I just want to hear the sounds of your bones breaking as I beat the crap out of you!”
Then the EPA guy stepped up. “So, you see? You can talk to me, or you can talk to your friend here,” he said. “I’ll leave it up to you.”
“I don’t have anything to say to you,” I said, glaring at the runt and trying my hardest to look fierce.
The EPA guy didn’t look fazed at all. He just looked up at Jimmy and said, “What do you think, Jimmy? You want to have a talk with him?”
“Talk?” bellowed Jimmy. “Fuck no!” Then he balled up his fist and plowed it into me. Fuck. I’d never been hit by a car before but it couldn’t feel much different than Jimmy’s punch. Suddenly I was flying through the air, and before I knew what happened I’d collided with a bank of lockers, denting the fuck out them before I bounced forward and did a face plant on the floor. Fuck, that hurt!
“You want to talk now?” asked the EPA guy.
I was so mad I couldn’t see straight—of course it didn’t help that I was looking straight at the floor. Who the hell was this guy? He wasn’t with the EPA. Of that, I was now sure.
“Or should I let your friend have another turn with you,” asked the strange little runt.
I got to my knees and looked up at Jimmy. I could see he was just itching to have another go at me. Fuck, he was huge. Where was Kurt when you needed him? Oh… that’s right. Good thing he wasn’t around. He hated me, too.
I looked around for something to defend myself with. I didn’t see anything except… Wait a minute. I was clutching something in my hand. Oh my god, it was the eye dropper, the one I had been planning to dose the freshman with when I accidentally tipped the entire jar on him. It was loaded with some pretty potent shit. Granted, it was only an eye dropper, but it was full, and it was in my hand and right now it felt like my only chance.
I put it in my mouth and sucked it dry.
“ARRRRGGHHH” I cried, but it wasn’t in pain. I felt an insane energy ripping through me. It was like every muscle in my body was pulsing, throbbing like an engorged cock. My body was loving every second of it, and fuck, I could feel it building up inside of me, getting more and more intense! And then the muscles all over my body began to tighten. I felt them get thicker, heavier. Fuck, it was working. I was expanding, getting bigger, stronger and damn, it felt incredible.
“Well, what’s it going to be,” asked the little dweeb, “option A or option B?”
“I’ll take option C!” I shouted leaping to my feet and striking a double bicep pose. I watched my biceps explode out of my arms and grow bigger and bigger. I could feel the skin pulling taut around them, veins popping out and everything. Damn, they looked and felt amazing. And they were still swelling bigger!
“Holy shit,” said Jimmy. “What the fuck is happening?”
“My turn to grow some muscle!” I said. “And I’m just getting started!” I could tell Jimmy didn’t know what to think. But I felt so good I started laughing. I couldn’t help myself. It was just so fucking awesome.
I pumped my arms, and each time I did I felt my biceps grow larger and harder. Fuck, my biceps had become bulging granite-like masses. And my shirt was so tight… fuck, it just couldn’t hold them. POP POP SNAP and then my arms exploded out of my sleeves. Fuck, look at those guns; they looked huge! They had split heads and fucking peaks on them now, but I knew it was only the beginning. I could feel it. “Yeah! Oh yeah! Bring it on!”
And then my legs, oh fuck, my legs. I could feel my hamstrings and quads bulking up, getting huge and hard, and stretching my jeans to the limit. They felt like iron, filling my pant legs, making the heavy cloth feel light and feeble next to them. As the denim got tight I could see the different muscles separating out and taking shape beneath. And I could feel them just exploding with power. So fucking awesome.
And then the seams started popping. Oh fuck. The thick fabric started ripping, tearing, flying apart, as my mammoth quads forced their way out into the open. So fucking huge, so fucking strong. “ARRRGHHHHHH!” I shouted. I felt so good, so powerful, like a fucking beast.
“Fuck, dude,” Jimmy said to the little dork, “Maybe we should rethink this.”
“Yeah, maybe you better. Take a good fucking look.” I said as I felt myself stretching toward the ceiling and expanding outward in every direction as massive rock-hard muscles just burst out of me.
I could feel my shoulders stretching out broader, my torso was getting thicker, beginning to pulse and swell as it became solid, and heavy with muscle. I pulled my shirt up exposing my stomach, and ran my hand over it. I could feel the skin kind of shrinking in around the hard, growing rocks of muscle. Damn. I had developed a ripped eight pack. And the muscle tapered beneath a net of veins from my abs down to my crotch, still barely covered by the last remains of my jeans.
“FUCK!” I shouted, as my chest exploded out into massive boulders of pulsating sinew disintegrating my t shirt. I could feel my back rapidly expanding with hard, dense muscle, pushing outward, shoving the pathetic remains of my t shirt to the floor. My shoulders, my arms, they were passing huge, becoming immense, bulbous masses of throbbing muscle as my thighs bulged out thick and hard to new dimensions.
Fuck, I was gigantic, bigger than Jimmy now! I had to be at least 6’ 8” or 6’ 9” and I felt like I was all fucking muscle, all fucking power. I felt so fucking good, like I could do anything. I flexed my arm. Fuck. My bicep was unbelievable; it had a split head and was bigger around than a soccer ball with a vein thick as a rope snaking around it. And I could feel every solid, powerful inch of it blasting out of my arm.
I looked down at Jimmy and grinned. “Better rethink your plan, Munchkin,” I said. Then I grabbed him by the belt and hoisted him up with one hand. Fuck, it was way easier than I thought it would be. I could feel my massive iron-like muscles flexing and bulging under my skin as I effortlessly held the big guy suspended in the air. The look on his face… he was terrified! Why did that feel so awesome?
“I don’t know what this assholes been telling you, Jimmy,” I said, but that swimming hole was frozen solid when I found it. I couldn’t have done anything to it, even if I’d wanted to.”
Jimmy looked confused. “But then how…?” he squeaked.
“I found something better,” I said, flexing my other massive bicep in front of his face, “way better. Not far away, but it’s not going to effect your little swimming place one way or another. It should be just as effective just as soon as it thaws.”
“Seriously?” said Jimmy. “Then I guess I’m sorry.”
“Then I guess I can almost forgive you.”
“Almost?” he said, gulping. Then I threw him at another bank of lockers. He smashed into them denting them all up. Wow, the lockers around here were not having a good day.
“Now I can forgive you,” I said. The Jimmy got up and scampered away. I turned to the little runt, and started walking toward him. Fuck, my legs felt like they weighed a ton a piece. They were fucking ginourmous pillars of muscle and each massive rock-hard bulge felt packed with power. And each step I took shook the fucking building! What a fucking feeling!
“You’re turn,” I said to the runt. But he didn’t look fazed at all, which was kind of funny because one kick from one of these legs and he’d go flying through the next three walls and wind up on the front lawn. Fuck, I felt awesome.
“I wouldn’t do anything rash,” he said, “not if you want to see your little friend again.”
“What are you talking about?” I said.
“Your friend, Greg,” he said, “didn’t you wonder why he never met you after school?”
“Kinda,” I said, not seeing the point in denying anything.
“Well, he didn’t meet you because I met him first. And if you ever want to see him again, you’ll play nice.”
“Who are you?” I said. “You’re not with the EPA.”
“No shit,” he said. “Now, take me to it.”
“To what?” I said.
“Don’t play games with me. You’ve got a barrel of a blue colored compound. I want it.”
Fuck, the barrel? He knew about that? Damn.
“I’m not going to say it again,” he said. “Take me to the stuff right now, or your friend Greg won’t be making it to graduation, or anything else for that matter. Got it?”
“Yeah,” I said. I got it. Poor Greg. What choice did I have? I had to take him.
We walked out to the parking lot in back. I was definitely getting stares. Fuck I loved walking. It was awesome with legs like these. I had this huge, had fantastic new body and I was just dying to try it out, but the little guy made me nervous and I figured it would just be better to give him what he wanted and get rid of him as quickly as possible.
As soon as we got into my truck and pulled away, I began to ask all the questions that had been flooding into my brain since I realized the little wasn’t from the EPA.
“So, who are you? And what’s the blue shit got to do with you anyway?”
“Who am I?” he said. “I gave you my card, didn’t I?”
“Ah… I sort of threw it out…”
He laughed. “Of course you did.”
“It was fake, though, right? You’re not really with the EPA.”
“No,” he said. “The card was fake, but the name was real. I am Louis Poindexter.” He laughed again, bitterly this time. “I don’t blame you for thinking that was fake, too. I mean Louis Poindexter? Could you get more stereotypically nerdy? And to top it off, I’m smart, too, damn near brilliant. And with my height, you can imagine what high school was like for me.”
“I guess,” I said. “Must have been pretty tough.”
“It was hell,” he said. “And after I graduated, things didn’t get much better. I was at the top of my class in college, but that didn’t matter. There was always some big douche lording it over me. Some big guy would come walking down the corridor, acting like I wasn’t standing there, forcing me to get out of the way or get trampled. They were always sniggering behind my back when I couldn’t reach something on an upper shelf. And they loved lifting heavy things right in front of me. Everyday of my life was a humiliation.
“I was in graduate school when I finally developed my plan. I majored in genetics and biochemistry and when I got out I went to work for a big biotech firm. But while I was designing their garbage eating enzymes, I was also working on my own project.”
“The blue goop?” I said.
“Yes,” he said. “Unfortunately the company figured out what I was doing. They fired me and confiscated my work. I’d made at least a dozen barrels, experimenting with different strengths and combinations, before they caught me. I knew they couldn’t dispose of them the normal way because of the nature of the contents. They had to dump them illegally. I’ve been searching for years, and now…” He trailed off and stared out the window at the passing scenery.
I felt bad about what he’d gone through, but I really didn’t like this guy. There was something about his attitude. And I got the feeling he wasn’t telling me everything.
When we got to my house he hopped out of the truck before it had even stopped moving.
“Where is it?” he shouted. “Where is my barrel?”
“Jeeze,” I said, squeezing my huge, powerful body out of the truck. “Hold your goddam horses!” I had the feeling that if I twisted at the wrong moment I would warp the truck’s frame.
I finished extricating myself from the tiny compartment and looked down at the guy. He was so fucking tiny. I could just step on him now with one of my huge powerful feet and probably not even notice. But I didn’t know where he had Greg or under what condition, so I stopped.
He looked up at me and must have guessed what was on my mind from my expression. I’m sure it wasn’t hard to read.
“Don’t do anything stupid,” he said. “Greg will regret it. Now, I’ll ask for the final time, where is my barrel?!”
“In the garage,” I said, almost unable to process that this tiny guy was bending a gigantic muscle beast like myself to his will. Oh… and I could feel those rock-hard muscles working under my skin, expanding and contracting massively to my slightest gesture. It felt amazing.
We reached the garage and I threw open the door.
“Where is it?” he demanded brushing past me.
“Right there…” I said, my voice dying on my lips. The old tarp was there lying in a heap on the floor. But the barrel…
IT WAS GONE!