Muscle Growth Stories Novels & Stories

I had just finished warming up at my adoptive father's boxing gym when I was brought back to my wealthy biological family. When my tanned, heavily muscled self walked into the living room, my biological parents, who had been ready to humiliate me, fell completely silent. They had brought me back because they wanted me to marry the heir of the Lamberts. He was rumored to have a violent temper and had already scared away ten fiancées. The fake heiress was still pretending to cry at first. But the moment she saw my massive biceps, she stopped crying. She nervously hid behind my older brother. "Jack, are you sure Mr. Andrew is abusing Rachel and not the other way around? What if Rachel is the on

***Back to Present*** From that day on we spent our lunches training and I began to notice that he not only started to build muscle tone but, he began to grow more confident in himself. Back then I thought nothing would come between us and we would always be together. But it was not meant to be, and I thank my lucky stars that he is back in my life now. Who knows what would have happened, if he hadn't been there to defend me when I needed him last night?

~Kai Ten days had passed again, making it almost 25 days back from the hospital. My life had turned into a strict, repetitive cycle, wake up, train hard with Rhea in the basement gym, eat, shower, sleep… and repeat. No parties. No girls. No distractions. And it was working. I was gaining real muscle, not just for show, but functional, strong muscle. My shoulder wound had fully healed, the scar still pink but no longer painful. I could throw punches without wincing. My stamina was better. I felt sharper. Stronger.

He joked. "Says the person that works out everyday and weigh 280 lbs " She teased poking his chest, he just laughed it off. He had begged her to go to the gym with him once and she almost fainted there, it took her days to regain her self. In his arms, she fell deep asleep. She looked peaceful like an angel that she is, Hussain used that moment to draw circles on her back. She always hated it because it makes her shiver.

What do you say? Even though I hate exercises, damn it's really exhausting. But it's a different thing that the whole day I sit here in the cafe and laugh, make weird expressions, sometimes talk in different voices or maybe embarrassing sounds I create. But it's a total fun not boring, and exhaustion is common in every work so it's your choice what you want to do, the thing which is boring and a kind of headache for you or the thing that makes you feel better, something amusing that you yearn to do. And I yearn to narrate the greatest story of that 'His.'

The other guys are being loud, and rowdy so I would be surprised if they heard. “I’m on a diet” i nod, “Mom’s been making me really good wraps after school, and then pasta with protein noodles. It’s going well. It’s supposed to help me build muscle” i lie, because i can’t tell her i'm relapsing. I can’t tell anyone. “Good for you” she nudges me, smiling. I nod again, tugging on my fingers under the table. The rest of lunch she leaves me alone, but Axton keeps looking at me. Why is he looking at me so much?

He wanted a big happy family for he grew up without that blessing. We were excited as for the very first time our wishes for the future aligned together we both wanted it not just one of us. Yes, I was at times weaker than most females with a fragile body but training here with Phobos had made me physically strong and toned. The baby fat had dissolved over the months and was replaced by lean muscles and I thought that change would aid me to bear a pup...I was sure of it! But the moon despised me she loathed me with a passion for she had decided to condemn me my whole life.

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."

The boss smiled and said with a calm tone. “Looks like we’ve found what we’ve been looking for in over 200 years.” He said with a curled up lips. *** Alex yawned as he arose from his bed. It was 7o’clock in the morning and he needed to prepare for school. He got off the bed and walked to the mirror to check out his body. His skin was white and his body was slightly muscular. However, his body physique only improved a little before suddenly stopping. The size of his muscles refused to increase and his strength didn’t increase in the same rate anymore.

I tell him. A small leaf pops through the soil. I can tell he’s already past beginning stuff. “I didn’t think I could do that” Charles gasps. Next, we work on making the seedling grow into a small tree. After hours of work we take a break. “I never believed in things like this before today and now I can make plants grow” he tells me. “Your power is amazing, there’s nothing you won’t be able to do”I tell him. We lay in the grass and two enormous green dragonflies dart past us.