Weirdness

This is a "sneak peak" at a work in progress. The working title is "Weirdness", it's about...well, you know what it's about: muscle growth!

Something weird is going on. This is going to sound like I’m crazy, but it’s all true. I’ve seen some damn strange things the past couple weeks.

About two weeks ago, for instance, I saw a guy I used to know. I haven’t seen him in a year or so. He was my best friend's boy friend. He was taller than me and slender, about 5'-11". At the time Mike was in his late 20's. Mike was of Italian extraction, with olive skin, deep brown eyes and the darkest brown hair that he kept short, but had a very slight curl to it. Mike had never worked out, but he was a runner, with a distance runner's build: slender, lanky with thin bones and small joints. He had great calves.

My best friend, Gary, is the same height as Mike and had a very similar build at the time. But he's of German heritage with blonde hair and green eyes. They couldn't have been more perfectly matched physically. Both male model material, with handsome, youthful faces and bodies that clothes look great on.

I ran into him on the street today. I honestly almost didn't recognize him. He had gotten so big! I was shocked...and turned on.

It looked like he had gained 25 lbs. Honest to goodness. He hadn't been more than 145 pounds when he'd been dating my friend. He had to be at least 170 when I ran into him. He was dressed in running shoes, jeans and a t-shirt. The shoes were the only items that weren't tight. His jeans were snug around his thighs and around his calves. He hadn't gained an inch around his waist. The t-shirt, a favorite and well worn shirt that used to hang from his shoulders like from a hanger was filled almost to bursting.
Mike's shoulders were like softballs. His traps came up further on his now much thicker neck. His chest was big, both pecs pushing up and out, hard under the tight shirt. The sleeves of his t-shirt could only manage to cover his shoulders, exposing very impressive arms. He had to have gained 2 or more inches on his arms. Even his fore arms were thicker. It was a windy day and the wind plastered the t-shirt against his pecs and abs. There was no mystery about the presence of impressively cobbled washboard abs.

His natural olive skin tone helped to show off the definition of his muscles. His small joints emphasized the apparent fullness and sweep of his muscles. He wasn't a beast or anything. But given his coloring and bone structure, the fact that he didn't seem to have gained an ounce of fat, and the revealing snugness of his clothes, he looked like one hot muscle man. With his small joints, he kind of resembled a Tom of Finland drawing the way they exaggerated the fullness of his muscles.

I was dumbfounded by the gains he'd made. He was one hot guy. I couldn't help noticing the strands of chest hair poking out of the shirt collar or the squared off shape to his pecs. His grip was strong and I could feel the calluses on his hands pressing into mine when we shook hands.

We chatted a bit, I wanted to grill him about his gains, but neither of us had time. His hug when we parted was bliss. He had strength. I could just tell that he could have squeezed me much harder, but held back. His muscles were hard and got harder when he did squeeze me in his arms. His muscles had shape and definition and I could feel the mounds and ripples of his muscle against my chest and under my hands on his back. That size and hardness was hot and even sexier was that his waist was still so small.

So, okay, people join gyms and get big. So maybe I’m being, what? Paranoid? But about a month ago I ran into my ex.

There's more, but this will give you an idea about how the story starts and what it might be about. Let me know what you think.