Male Muscle Growth Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Nothing like that, I just played football when I was younger and guess the exercise regimen stuck. Also, I come from a long line of Alphas, so…” I was a little bit of a gym rat, I won’t lie. Most people stopped getting growth spurts once they passed the age of eighteen, but apparently, the human body grows in height until you reach twenty-four years of age, and so at the ripe old age of nineteen, I’d gone through my final and most painful growth spurt. It added several inches to my height, pushing me closer to goddamn seven feet than six. The only reason my sudden height and subsequent muscle mass didn’t scare my parents was that my maternal grandfather, who had passed away before I was bor

His shoulders tensed as if every muscle in his body had suddenly tightened. Then a loud crack echoed across the training grounds. I flinched. Caleb doubled over, letting out a pained grunt. "What—" Another crack. Then another. My eyes widened as his body began to change. His arms grew larger, muscles stretching beneath his skin. Veins stood out along his neck as he struggled to stay upright. His breathing turned into deep, uneven growls. His fingers curled tightly. Then his nails began to lengthen. Slowly at first. Then much faster.

Marcus wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, leaving a streak of moisture across his dark skin, while Jake continued his bicep curls with weights that made soft thuds each time they touched down. With a smile on his face, Caleb pocketed the dollar bills in his back pocket and turned towards Liam, who laid down on a bench, lifting a barbell with 15kg weight on each side above his head. The metal bar gleamed under the fluorescent lights, and Liam's muscles strained against the weight. His breathing came in controlled bursts, each exhale creating small puffs in the cooler air near the floor.

I stammered, hesitant. I was blushing a furious, burning crimson, but I swallowed hard as I watched—well, let's not call it watching, I was full-on X-raying—the sweat droplets tracing a path down toward his groin. Absolute embarrassment! Trying to regain my composure, I instantly sought refuge in my pool of Asperger’s trivia: "Did you know that wanting to build a six-pack is actually the most common target for muscle hypertrophy in the world, and...?" Matteo took a long, deep swig of his water, crushing the plastic bottle in his grip and finishing it in one go. As a few stray drops trickled down his jaw, he winked with a mocking smirk.

Alves said as he stood up from the wooden armchair. And so he continued to train for days, and days into weeks, weeks into months and months into years. FIVE YEARS LATER He looked at himself in the mirror and he was pleased at what he saw. Though he was just fifteen, he had the stature of a grown up man. His muscles were heavily built due to a lot of training and fighting. He rubbed his palm on his thick chest and then to his blonde wavy hair. He was becoming the man he had always wanted, he thought.

I gave Alexteris a look, indicating that how dare he not inform me of such information beforehand, and then turned to greet this scum uncle of the Queen Dowager. I saw a past middle-aged man of about forty-five. A lifetime of outdoors had weathered the face that resembled the Queen Dowager a little; and it had lost some of its aloofness. The many years of fighting had also marked his countenance with a harshness. But what really shocked me was his physique. He wore a hard steel that seemed to be hiding the explosive power of his honed physique. His corded arm muscles were far bigger than those of the boxers I'd watched on TV before. I swallowed with difficulty as I ogled at him. I had no dou

His body might have endured months, even years of training here, but in the real world, only seconds had ticked by. "I guess I don’t have to worry," Danial muttered, calming himself. He looked down at his sword, its blade shimmering in the faint starlight. "Let’s finish this." Time blurred once more as Danial threw himself into the final stages of his training. His swings became sharper, more precise. Months passed again in the realm, and Danial noticed his body growing stronger and more defined. His muscles had become leaner, his shoulders broader, and his face had changed, showing the signs of a man who had weathered battle after battle.

he asked. "My father's a martial artist, and my family owned a fitness gym," he answered and shrugged. "Bless your family," Growler said, and Loki's grin vanished. "Actually, they're all dead. I'm the only one left now soooo..." his grin came back. "Bless me!" Silence. Loki sat down, and Private Growler continued like he did not hear a thing. Another one of the unlucky kids. Welcome to the club. The lesson continued, and everyone listened intently. He taught us about all the basics of Muscular fitness and how our first month here will be about strength development.

I rolled my eyes a little in the next moment and puffed out a deep breath, and then I started to speak as soon as my eye was back to focusing on him. “Damn, you grew up to be one hot motherfucker.” I stated as I glanced at him intently, noting how his bulging bicep looked right here with no piece of material covering it from an open view. He had obviously been spending a whole lot of time at the gym, almost like the way I do, which was definitely why he was able to achieve this kind of body for himself.

He was the man he had always wanted to be. He was pleased with the results that he now wanted to keep. His arms which, because of their length, had never had much muscle tone before. They were now much more fit, and they were beginning to show the muscle growth in his biceps. They were much bigger than they were before he started working on them. His legs were the same. However, when he lost the weight from his chest and abdomen, he was able to work that area on his body much better as well. He was looking like the man he really wanted to be. He wanted it for a few reasons, but Henni was one of them. He knew that was in the front of his mind.