Male Muscle Growth Story Novels & Stories

Heck, even his damn mother had called him ugly multiple times. Worst still, he had stunted growth, making things even worse. Even some boys had refused to be friends with him because of how dreary he appeared when he was growing up. Well, they should see him now, stupid kids, he had thought both bitterly and triumphantly. He had grown better over the years. He had acquired some muscles and good body from relentless years in the gym, and even though women still resented being with him, he now has money to hire prostitutes.

"I really tried for this last year in PE. The weight hasn't really come off that much, but pushups got easier for sure." I poked his chest, feeling the muscles there, pleased that I didn't have that much work ahead of me after all. A solid layer of muscle with a thickish layer of fat. I could fix that. He had laid a really nice foundation. Mmm. Wait. Not mmm. Stop mmm-ing over your little brother, you skank! <- Sorry, little internal monologue bled through to the story.

I pull off my black leggings, matching sports bra, and lace thong and toss them in the hamper. As I tie my hair up into a messy bun, I catch a glimpse of my changing body in the mirror. This is the only time I’ve been thankful to be Maksym’s daughter. The alpha genes are really helping me to progress quickly. My thighs have grown, the faint outlines of muscles starting to become visible. I run my hand down my stomach, where my softness is fading, firmness is taking its place. My arms show the most progress, new muscle clear from my shoulders down.

Xavier also changed his diet to include more protein to help build his body mass. And I have to say, I can already see such an improvement in him, not just physically but mentally. It's giving him a little bit of confidence, which is something he's never had. It's not much yet, he's still shy, but I can slowly see him coming out of that shell. And with just the two weeks of training I can already see a difference in his body. His body has gotten so much more muscular. I thought he was perfect before but now I can't keep my eyes off of him when he has his shirt off.

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

he said after I threw a weak punch at the training dummy. I tried again, my form better this time. "Again." And again. And again. My arms started shaking after the first thirty minutes. My body was weak from years of malnutrition and overwork, muscle mass I'd never built up in the first place. "Pushups," Damon ordered, "Twenty." I got down on the ground and managed ten before my arms gave out completely. I collapsed onto my stomach, frustrated tears pricking at my eyes. "That's fine," Damon said, his voice surprisingly gentle, "Tomorrow you'll do eleven. Next week you'll do twenty. You're building from nothing, Marina. Be patient with yourself."

He has always had my back and as kind as he is, he beat up anyone who tried to bully me in school. I am six feet four and pretty much muscular, I wasn't always like this. I didn't even have muscles until College. I was a bit tiny than most guys my age. Then when I turned eighteen, everything changed. My voice got deeper, I started to develop muscles and my height went up. Those where the best days of my life. In highschool I didn't even have friends because everyone was afraid of my father. Then I went to college and no one knew who my father was, I started to make friends and I decided to keep the news to myself. It's only a few people who knows who my father is.

She teased, squeezing his arm muscles. He jumped at her touch before placing his hand on hers. “It definitely helped me develop some muscle as I grew up.” He admitted. “But I think I gained most of this after I left to become an adventurer.” He shrugged his shoulders to indicate his build. “So you went through all those hours like that. You have to have something to show for it.” She insisted. “As a boy, I went to work every daydreaming of returning home to you. It kept me going.” She didn’t speak, but she could remember a similar thought helping her.

I managed to put on fifty pounds of muscle mass, but at first I didn't notice. My focus was always on my health, and being careful to avoid injury. Plus, I was always cautious with my exercises. I wasn't suddenly pushing heavy weights or anything like that, so the muscle developed gradually over the course of a year and a half. I think I took notice because I realized girls in my school were looking my way with obvious interest.