Male Muscle Growth Story Novels & Stories

“And Marcus? How does he fit in?” “He’s my private trainer,” I said smoothly. “Ryan hired him months ago because I put on some weight after we got married. Marcus comes around the house for private sessions. It’s more comfortable that way. We work on exercises tailored just for me, in the home gym area or sometimes in the living room if needed. Nothing unusual. He’s professional.”

{ Rodrick } [ 19 years old ] I grew up thinking I would be a beta like my father and most of my family. It wasn't until the last month of my seventeenth year that I started to grow too much to be normal. When my father noticed my sudden height or the way my body started to build muscle easily, he started to be different with me. He started taking an interest for the first time in spending 'father and son' time and he even made me quit my part-time job at the restaurant where I worked to make me start working out all the time.

Tournament Day - Beginner Level As I sat on the cold metal bench in the large feild directly in the center of town, I swore I was going to hurl. The tournament had been the talk of the town for a week now, and somehow Liam had convinced me to participate. He had taken the time out of his day to train me each night, working me to the brink of exhaustion. The fat on my body had disappeared, leaving behind firm muscle. I had expected my curves to soften from the loss of fat, but the muscle made them more pronounced. My bottom had become rounder, as Nicki and Tyra insisted on reminding me every time we went shopping.

Adam, the broad-shouldered Swede from 4B, found him there. "Pathetic," Adam grunted, hauling Jeff up by the collar. "Tomorrow. My garage. You're getting stronger." His grip was iron—no room for argument. Jeff didn't know it yet, but Adam had plans for more than just his muscles. Adam's garage smelled of iron and sweat, the clatter of weights punctuating Jeff's ragged breaths. Weeks of relentless training had carved his once-lanky frame into something denser, shoulders broadened, biceps straining against his shirt.

Luca's POV. The dim light in the gym gave a sickly glow, the air thick and heavy with the smell of sweat pouring down from our bodies. I took a swig from my water bottle and leaned against the wall, the chilly sensation a soothing relief against my skin. My men were having their training session. I owned the biggest gym in Sicily. The only place that was known to sculpt muscular frames out of slim boys. A year of intense, brutal training in my gym was enough to create a muscular physique that would put the world's biggest bodybuilder to shame.

Seeing that I was still hesitant, Mark actually said, “There probably aren’t many men like that. Tell you what, let me try it with you. To be honest, I have acromelagy in that area. We might actually be a perfect match.” Huh? Had his growth been abnormal? But given our relationship, was this even okay? I hesitated. “B-But…” Mark cut me off firmly. “No more ‘buts.’ If your condition isn’t treated soon, it’s only going to get worse.” With that, he reached forward and pulled my legs apart. I ended up facing him in an unbearably humiliating position. The next second, Mark eagerly yanked his shorts down. In an instant, something enormous sprang free.

My name was Bruce Dickson, and I had a very pretty wife named Sabrina Ryder. We'd been happily married for two years, and our sex life had also been very harmonious. However, recently, our relationship encountered some problems. For some reason, my already impressive size had started to develop secondary growth again. At first, Sabrina and I were incredibly excited, thinking we'd struck gold. After all, it was just a weird miracle that my junk would still continue growing despite me almost hitting my 30s, and no woman would ever turn down a big junk.

he murmurs, taking possession of my ass in his hands and settling me against him. I didn't exactly do this to make Elliot jealous. I did it because today was a long day and my body is tired and weak and I like being in a man's arms like this. But when Franco starts with his typical douchebaggery and starts doing squats with me, I can't help but look up at Elliot and notice how his body is totally tense as he watches us. "... then the testosterone levels go up and make me even stronger than before." I don't know what the fuck Franco is talking about, but surely it's something to do with his big sculpted body, his alpha designation, hot omegas, his dick, protein, gym, sports and whatever the f

Every day I would raise the heavy stick yelling while I did then I would punch and punch until my hands were sore. Hours turned into days, days turned into weeks and week turned into months. Every week came a new crazy training. I would hit a small tree till it breaks, I would raise heavy objects, and I would hang on to a branch for hours. I would do certain exercises. I would always cry because they were too difficult for me. Slowly, the month turned into a year. Yes, Tech did stop me from eating meat. Every week, he would change my food ration. I could feel myself becoming stronger. My muscles were bigger, I had grown stamina already. When I would think of mama and papa, I sometimes broke

He had wanted to make Hari get used to him and here they were. After all the exercises he had done since they began their secret training, Ravi's shoulders had broadened and his muscles had grown firm and toned. He was bigger than Hari in stature and Hari couldn't help admiring those taut muscles. He looked at the abs and then at those strong thighs that held the body. The skin was well toned and if Hari had been a girl, she would have been drooling at such a sight. Too bad that he was a man and he never looked at Ravi that way.