The Wishing Stone Part 04

Class ended and Lance sprinted out of the room. No one would have been able to stop him and he looked like he was about to knock anyone down who got in his way. The entire class he’d been anxiously waiting for it to be over. His tapping foot made it clear to everyone he had something else on his mind. But his erect cock told me exactly who it was. I just ignored it and tried to stay out of his way. I knew exactly where he was headed. 

And that also meant there was almost no reason to rush back to my dorm. I figured a good hour was enough time to wear Allen out. Lance was always begging for more but he knew not to push Allen too far. Besides, Lance was just happy to have the little guy touching him. Whenever they touched, he’d pretty much orgasm anyway. 

Instead I headed for the gym. I figured a good workout would get me ready for my date tonight. However I saw Corey waiting by the front door. “Hey,” I said getting his attention. He looked up at me with those same doughy eyes. They shot to the floor.

“Hey…” he muttered back. “Are you sure you can’t go study with me tonight? I’ve been talking to Allen a bit…” He paused looking down at his feet. “But are you sure you can’t reschedule the date or something?”

“Aww… Man… I don’t know…” I told him. “You know why don’t you hit the gym with me and then we can talk about it a bit more.” 

“But I don’t go to the gym!” he shot back. Corey realized he’d raised his voice and his face went red. He grabbed the ends of his sleeves trying to hide in his hoodie. “I mean I’ve never gone before. It’s not really a place for me…”

“Nonsense!” I wrapped my arm around his shoulder and started leading him towards it. He dragged his feet at first but realized I was pretty much just carrying him anyway. “It’s where you go if you want to get bigger!”

“But I don’t want to get any bigger,” he said back. “I mean I’m fine with… Well… Me…” 

I looked him up and down a bit surprised. With how much he looked at me and all the other jocks I figured he’d want a bit of muscle. “Really? You don’t want to be as big as me?” I asked, still skeptical. I threw up my arm flexing the 16 inch bicep and watched his eyes grow wide. 

“Not really…” he forced himself to look away but caught Officer Carson walking down towards us. The 6’6” muscled patrol officer walked confidently down the street. Even though it was starting to get a bit chillier, he proudly sported his black poser and blue sleeveless shirt with ‘Security’ written on the back in gold letters. He didn’t seem to care though. If anything he still looked hot.

“Afternoon boys,” he tipped his head. 

It gave me an idea. “Officer Carson. Wait.” I said. He stopped and turned around.

“Is there a problem?”

“No. No problem. Just have a question for my friend. What about him? Would you want to be as big as Officer Carson?” I asked. He stood a good 6 inches taller than me and I figured weighed a good 100 pounds more. 

Officer Carson seemed to have gotten the hint and flexed his big arms. Each looked to be about 19 inches around and his blue shirt lifted up showing off the bottom part of his abs. “I think I’m pretty big? Would you want to be as big as me?”

Corey’s eyes went wide as he stared at the giant flexing for him. His mouth just hung open and he uttered a few indistinguishable syllables. Finally he settled with, “I dunno… I mean I guess… You are big…” He leaned back watching Officer Carson go into another flex. He spun around showing off his wide back and thick ass. Each mound pushed around his poser. “Really big…”

Corey’s mind still seemed to be drawing blanks as Officer Carson kept showing off his massive body. I even felt a little jealous of his massive size. He easily towered over most the students at the school which made him perfect for security. But thinking about it that was the same with nearly everyone on the security team. Each one was of them was as built as another.

Officer Carson waved us off. "You guys be good now. I don't want to have to force you guys down. Unless you want to..." he added a wink as he turned around. 

"Man... How did this school have such an awesome security team..." Corey's mouth hung open after each sentence. "It's awesome..."

 “I know right?” I said slapping his back. “But if you want to get big like him you have to start going to the gym.” 

“Yeah… I mentioned something like that to Allen earlier. He’s a little weird. He started laughing and told me that was a great idea. All I said is that people who want to get bigger go to the gym and he told me that was such a great idea…” Corey still was staring at Officer Carson. 

I just laughed. “Yeah. Allen’s a bit weird sometimes. He just says things and I just roll with it. No need to think too hard about what he says.” I moved my arm around Corey’s shoulder and turned him around. His eyes trialed behind, trying to stay on Officer Carson’s body. “Oh well,” I shrugged. “But if you want to be as Officer Carson you’d better start working out now. I’m sure by the end of the semester you could almost be there.”

“You think so?” Corey asked. He still seemed a bit skeptical about the whole thing.

“C’mon man. If you really want to be that big it still takes some time! I mean sure it’s not all that hard to get bigger but you still have to put at least a little bit of effort in it.” I mocked him. Lots of guys always said they wanted to be bigger but once they found out they had to go to the gym everyday then it was all over. 

“I mean I guess… But still… You think by break?” he paused. “Don’t you think that’s a little long?”

I just laughed. “C’mon man. You really have that strong of a desire to get bigger?! I didn’t realize you had it in you!” I figured he was just joking a little bit but he seemed a little serious. I mean when the biggest main component of getting bigger is wanting it I just didn’t figure his desire would be that great. “I guess! It’s more up to you than anything else. Do you want to be that big?”

He paused. Looked down and then back at me. “Yeah,” he said. There wasn’t the amount of enthusiasm that I’d expect from someone who wanted to get bigger. I just ignored it, thinking he was a bit nervous. 

“Alright!” I tried getting him pumped as I lead him to the gym. He was always so cute whenever he saw someone bigger than him and the gym was a perfect place to see that. All sorts of massive men worked out on the different machines. Even though most national sports had put a limit on how big athletes could get, gyms didn’t have many qualms about it. As long as the members took care of the equipment and acted respectfully to the other clientele they could get as big as they desired. And schools weren’t any different. Same rules applied.

He stood in the doorway but I pushed him in. I saw Trey and Shawn in the back working out. They waved me over. “Hey guys,” I said watching Trey sit up from the bench. He was a solid 250. At 6’3”, it really made him look solid. Shawn was leaning over him on the rack and was pretty close to the same size. They always pushed each other to get a little bigger. Nothing too much as the coaches said they still had to be on the team. But they were definitely pushing what the Coaches were okay with. 

“Hey,” Trey threw his hand up for a high five. Sweat covered his shirt and dripped from his body. They’d been pushing themselves a little too hard again. Luckily they didn’t look too much bigger. They’d been focusing on density but if one of the Coaches found out they’d probably be in trouble. “Looks like you got a straggler.” His eyes lowered to Corey, who was currently hiding behind me.

“Huh?” I looked down and laughed. “Yeah. He said he wants to get big! Like real big!”

“Yeah?!” the two grunted in unison. “You want to get big?”

Corey nodded his head and I felt his grip on my shirt get even tighter. “Yeah,” he said sheepishly.

“YEAH!” the two celebrated and beat their chests. I took a step back letting their excited energy drain. “That’s fuckin sweat bro. You’re going to love it.”

“Yeah, little man. Once you start growing it’s going to be tough to stop. I know when I first started I thought I’d be fine when I reached 200. But now… Damn that just feels so fucking small…” Trey zoned out thinking about the size he’d once been. “Hell… Even now I still want to be bigger… Fucking Coaches says I won’t be able to play pro if I do though…”

“That’s not up to them though,” Shawn added. “That’s the stupid committee. ‘If you get too big then we’ll have to make stadiums even bigger,’ and shit like that. I get it. Just don’t like it. I don’t care. If I ain’t drafted I’m just going straight to the internet. Bet I could make just as much money there as anywhere else.”

“Ya think?” Trey glanced up at his friend. 

“Dude… C’mon… Course I can. Handsome face like this. Hot bod like this,” Shawn gestured to his well-rounded muscles and thin waist. He loved the deep six pack that showed through most of his shirts. “What’s not to love?”

“Ehh…” Trey scoffed back. “Too bad gym doesn’t help you grow everything,” Trey held up his fingers with a little bit of space between them. 

“Fawk off!” Shawn boxed his friend. “It’s not that small!”

“Ehhh… I think Cindy and Shannon beg to differ,” Trey mocked.

“Oh come on! Just cause they dated Franky, that doesn’t mean I’m small. It’s comparison man! Comparison!” Shawn tried to defend himself.

“Franky? Allen’s best friend?” I asked.

“Yeah man. ‘Pparently he’s making the rounds again with all the girls he likes. Don’t know what they really see in him…” Shawn sighed.

“Probably more of what they see in themselves,” Trey laughed. “Or feel.”

“Fawk off!” Shawn shouted again. A smile crossed his face as he said it. “Whatever. I just know to stay away from some of them right now. ‘Sides it give me more time to work out.”

“So true,” I said. “Just be careful though. I know some of the coaches are really thinking you’re getting too big.”

“Yeah… Yeah…” they dismissed. “We know. We just love working out.”

“So true…” I added. “C’mon Corey. Let’s get you started.” I walked him over to the dumbbells. “So here’s the deal. You just need to lift these and think about getting bigger.” I picked up the 60 pound weights. I’d remembered when I’d started last year that these seemed impossible. But I’d quickly adapted to it. Just looking at the posters of all the giant muscular men on the posters surrounding the gym kept me motivated. They gave me an idea of what I’d want to be. But at the same time my motivation wasn’t all that strong. I didn’t believe that I could really get bigger. 

However I pushed myself through that plateau. Just going to the gym helped me stay motivated. In turn I started to gain weight. Not a whole lot compared to some of the guys. But at the time I figured 150 was probably good to stop at. That was about 30 pounds heavier than I was at the time. And it should have all been muscle. I focused and put my nose to the grindstone. Everyday pushing myself just a little more. And I could see it happening. At first it took the scale a week to move a pound. Then a few days. Then if I really wanted it, I could move it in a workout.

That drive was pulsing through my body again. I’d always tried to stay away from some of the guys before a workout. A pang of jealousy would flow through me. Seeing them always made me want to be more like them. Bigger. Stronger. Their bodies filled with power. “Damn,” I cursed, picking up a heavier weight. They were so much stronger than me.

I remember when I’d reached 150. It didn’t feel that big. I didn’t feel any different. If anything, I felt smaller. It was thirty pounds sure, but compare to the other guys. Damn. That damn jealously shot through my head every time I watched them. They were bigger. They were stronger. I wanted to be like them. I wanted my arms to bulge away from my sides. I wanted my lats to hold my arms away from my waist. I wanted my chest to fill my shirt. 

“Fuck,” I picked up a heavier weight.

180 wasn’t enough. 190 wasn’t enough. I needed to be bigger. I needed to reach 200. That still wouldn’t be enough. The other guys were so much bigger they were able to add so much weight. I needed that. That same drive. I needed to push myself harder. Make myself stronger. Big enough so I could only buy clothes at specialty stores. They had grown so popular lately. I knew it was a bit of a scam but it was also a sign of exclusion. I would be part of that exclusive club. I’d be so big that it would be the only place I could shop. I was going to get there.

My veins bulged. I could feel the blood pumping through my body. Filling each muscle. They stretched wider. I could feel my biceps churning with more power. I loved the feeling as the blood in my body felt like it was boiling. I was going to be bigger. I was going to grow. I wanted more size. “Fuck!” I shouted. 

Corey looked up at my sweaty body with his mouth agape. “Woah…”

“Huh?” I realized I was currently drenched in sweat. “Oh man… Whoops… How long have we been here?” Corey still seemed to be in a trance as I asked the question. He stumbled for his watch on his wrist.

“About an hour?” he guessed. “I didn’t look at the clock when we came in…”

“An hour?” I asked. “How was your workout?”

He blushed and looked back down at the floor. He grabbed his sleeves to hide his hands. “Uhhh… I didn’t work out…”

“You didn’t?” I asked. “But you want to be bigger right?”

“Not really…”

Now I was confused again. “But you said…”

“I… Well… I lied. I don’t really want to get bigger…”

“What?? Why?”

Corey’s face went red again. “Well… It’s, uhhh…. Part of the fantasy you know?”

“You lost me…”

“I’m… I’m gay. So like I kind of just like guys who are bigger than me. And if I get too big then… Well you know… It’s just not… Well…”

I stared down at him still not understanding what he meant. “But everyone wants to get bigger. Everyone wants to be stronger. Just look at Grant over there.” I pointed to the 7’8” near quarter ton giant. He worked out every day. His shoulders were wider than most doors. 

Corey’s eyes went wide again. He pushed them to the floor as Grant lifted what would have been an impossible weight. “I guess. But I don’t…”

“But. Like. Grant was a lot like you when he started. Short. Maybe a little more stocky. But ultimately he still wanted to get bigger.” 

“Well I don’t,” Corey said firmly. It was a bit surprising as he had trailed off nearly every sentence before that. “I don’t want to be big like that. Heck! I don’t even know if I’d want to be with someone that big! Sure, it’s sexy an all, but like,” he paused realizing he was losing his script. “But that doesn’t mean I want it. So don’t push me.” He stood up and poked my chest. He realized where his finger was and pulled it back. “Sorry,” he apologized not even knowing what he apologized for. His apology turned to anger. “If you can make it tonight, great! If not! I don’t know. I just… Nevermind!” 

I watched him storm out of the gym. A certain smell hit me as he passed by. I felt like I recognized it but with all the sweat and BO in the room to really tell what it was. “Alright?” I called back. I turned back looking at my reflection. I hadn’t realized I’d gone through an entire workout. It felt good though. I flexed for myself watching the bulge in my biceps. I must have gained almost two pounds with that one. But then my eyes drifted back to Grant’s massive body. He must have just finished his workout too as he was leaving. 

Grant forced himself down as small as he could to get through the door. It was still a tight squeeze but somehow he managed to do it. I understood why some of the pros put regulations on just how big you could get. Someone as ‘motivated’ as Grant to grow would make it near impossible for the other teams. Plus if there were too many people striving to be that large it would just make the whole game boring. “Maybe that’s what he meant…” I muttered to my reflection.