Muscle Growth Novels & Stories

Looking at the girls, I could tell they didn't know what to make of me. I finished and started shaking out my arms and quads. I was cramping a bit on my left lat, and was massaging it out. At 6'1", 245 lbs. I'm not the biggest guy in the gym, but I'm sure I piss a few people off by being able to build mass so easy. I can only thank my parents. I took up my seat between the ladies again, wearing not much more than them at this point. Cheryl asked breathlessly, "Make a muscle again," staring at my arm.

His heart gave a small jolt. (…It worked. Two points per stat increase… That’s the cost.) He clenched his fist, staring at his hand. It didn’t suddenly look bigger, but there was a faint tingle, like his body carried a little more weight, a little more density than before. He whispered to himself, voice low but steady. “So this is how it works… spend upgrade points, and my base strength grows. Not temporary. Not fake. Actual growth.” The realization hit him harder than he expected.

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." But I wasn't patient. I forced myself back up and did five more, my arms screaming in protest. We worked for two hours. By the end, I could barely stand, my legs shaking, sweat soaking through my shirt, my muscles feeling like they were made of jelly. Damon made me sit at a table in the training yard and brought out enough food for three people. "Eat all of it," he said. "I can't," "You can and you will. Your body needs fuel to build muscle. Eat."

“Now you’ll have them shaking in their boots!” “In their cleats,” he corrected. “Alright what’s next on the list?” For the next twenty minutes, we worked through the athletic performance checklist. We tested how many push-ups and sit-ups he could do before he burned out. We timed his 100 yard sprint. The entire time, we joked around and teased one another. Between this and the night back at the MMA cafe, it felt like we were friends again. The last measurement was muscle growth. I needed to wrap the measuring tape around his arms and legs to see how much they had grown in the last month.

I asked him, squeezing his now very large biceps and running my hands down his very chiseled pecs. "I am not sure. Since I emerged from the ashes of my Phoenix, my muscles have been growing. I think it finally stopped like an hour ago. We figure it's a phoenix thing, but there's no way to really know. You like it?" He arched his brow with a sexy smirk.

"Once you have finished those, you are going to do them all over again. The timing between the first and second sets will remain the same. There will be no adjustments made. Then, if you admit that you are fatigued or if it is just too difficult for you, I have a few different methods that I may give you more encouragement. My muscles tightened up all around. I even felt my toes flex. He opened a case that was completely stuffed with hypodermic needles. I inquired with some trepidation, "What exactly is that?" "Adrenaline pumping through this one." A needle was displayed by Steven. I experienced a little shiver. "Testosterone is found in this particular sample." I focused my gaze inward befo

“I prefer my soup.” “I’m going to be bigger and taller than you at this rate,” Freya said, rolling her eyes. “Don’t worry, Freya. As long as Kenneth continues swimming and engaging in sports, he will eventually have more appetite and gain more weight - muscle weight,” Adrian said in his seat. “Muscle weight?” Freya asked, bemused. Adrian showed Freya his biceps and said, “Muscles.” “It doesn’t look pretty, Daddy,” Freya remarked before everyone at their table laughed.

The warmth of the water made my muscles feel relaxed, and before I knew it, I had spent half an hour inside. Looking in the mirror, I noticed that my arms and legs that had been spindly all my life, had started showing some signs of muscle growth due to the rigorous training routine. The bruises on my torso and upper thighs from the sharp kicks had begun to fade away, restoring my milky white skin to its original appearance to some extent. My curves had also started to appear fuller, after my waist and core had gained some definition. I was busy gazing at myself, analyzing the changes, but just when my eyes caught on my scar that stood out against my skin, I h

Despite being more toned, she really did not have many muscles. After the physical examination, it seemed that her muscle mass had only grown by one kilogram. That was because after exercising, she would do some stretches, which would reduce some of the unnecessary muscles. Sigrid was a little hesitant. If that was the case, then even if she kept training her pectoral muscles, they would not grow much. There was no need to worry that she would become overly muscular. She took Oreo and Candy out of the cart and let Elizabeth hold Candy.

********MATURE CONTENT******** Alpha Pierce was right; the full moon came before I knew it. The past few weeks I have been training every day twice a day. My body feels and looks so much stronger. Muscles rippled through my arms, my already flat stomach has more muscle definition, and my legs also have defined muscles that peek through every time I walk.