One Small Problem, Part 1

“So tell me more about your goals,” said Bradley ‘Beef’ Willis to his newest client as they stood in his garage gym. “What do you want to accomplish?”

Kyle took a good look at Beef – he was an attractive, well-built guy, with blond hair, blue eyes, and bulging muscles sticking out of his tank top and shorts. "I want to get in better shape – or rather, I want to get into great shape. Less fat, bigger muscles.. There's a promotion I want at work, and I won't get it looking the way that I do."

"Where do you work?" asked Beef.

"Over at VitaLife, the nutrition company. I got hired a few months ago to be a part of an account team, mainly doing behind-the-scenes stuff to prepare marketing presentations. The pay is good, and I like my co-workers, but what I really want is a promotion up to account executive. I feel like I could really do well in that position, but my boss won't give me the chance."

"Why not?"

Kyle grabbed his stomach flab through his t-shirt and squeezed the spare tire that had developed there. "Because of this. We're a nutrition company, and we sell our products to vitamin stores, health food stores, and gyms. Until I look the part, I'm told I won't be considered for a position where I meet with the buyers."

Beef smiled. "Dude, I can totally help. You know selling, and I know the human body. I can have you in tip top salesman shape faster than you can imagine. And hey, do you get a discount on supplements from your company? Because that would make the transformation happen even quicker."

"Well," said Kyle, "the answer is no, but I think I could sneak some stuff out of the lab. That’s where we keep the really good stuff that isn’t even out on the market yet. I could probably get some for both of us."

"Dude, that would be awesome!” replied Beef. He had just started up his personal training business a few months earlier, and though he had managed to attract some well-paying clients, most of his money was going toward the food he needed to stay buff. “Grab what you can and meet me at back here tomorrow at 5."

Kyle agreed, and the next day he went to work and calmly walked into the lab. He dropped off some reports he been working on, then quietly grabbed a bunch of pill bottles from the experimental section and threw them in his pocket. He later placed them in the bottom of his lunch box and hoped nobody would miss them for a while. Fortunately, nobody did notice, and he made it home without an incident.

He then changed into some workout clothes and looked at himself in the mirror on his bedroom wall – he wasn’t altogether unattractive with his full head of dark brown hair and hazel eyes, but the combination of a lack of muscle tone and the extra flab on his body took away from the overall package. “But all this finally changes today,” Kyle thought.

Fifteen minutes later, he was knocking on his trainer’s front door, and Beef opened it a few seconds later wearing only a pair of workout shorts.

Kyle couldn't believe the intense muscularity of the trainer's 6’1”, 225-pound body – especially considering he was the same height and the same weight, but he looked very different. "Fuck, you are one built mother, Beef."

Beef grinned and flexed his juicy pecs. "And I'm only getting better. And you will, too. Come on out to the garage, Kyle, and let's get started."

They walked over to Beef's home gym and looked through the supplements Kyle had brought. The bottles were all marked with a series of strange symbols, so it was impossible to tell what they were for, but Kyle took a few and Beef took some different ones. Then they launched themselves into a punishing workout. Beef was used to the intensity, but Kyle was thoroughly exhausted by the end of the night. He went home and immediately fell into bed.

But he got up the next morning after 10 hours of sleep, went to work, and then returned to Beef's for another workout. Kyle surprised himself by doing much better the second night and lifting much heavier weights.

By the end of the 30 days, all the exercise and the experimental supplements had changed both Kyle and Beef, but not necessarily how they expected.

Beef did get bigger, and he relished the changed to his body. He easily put on 10 pounds of muscle, which was more than he had ever added to his frame in a month's time. Every time he put on a shirt, he could feel is stretch tighter over his muscular pecs and arms.

But his growth paled in comparison to Kyle – either his body was simply hard-wired for growth, or he took the perfect combination of experimental supplements, but whatever the reason, he just exploded in size. Kyle was able to add 75 pounds of muscle and drop 50 pounds of flab in the same amount of time that Beef added 10 pounds, achieving a new weight of 250 pounds.

But this 250 was radically different than his former 225. Instead of saggy moobs, bulging gut, and ever-widening ass, he now sported two big square muscle pecs, a shredded 8-pack, and a massive set of guns. He was able to start out-lifting Beef on day 20, and by day 30 was able to hoist about 30% more than Beef's max on any given exercise. Kyle looked like he was custom-made for the cover of Men's Health, and maybe even the cover of Muscle & Fitness, and the change caught the attention of his boss – in fact, he was given the promotion he desired to account executive because of his new buff bod (plus his closeted boss was very much attracted to him now that he was the resident stud of the office).

After getting the promotion, Kyle was pumped to go tell his trainer. Once home from work, he changed into his workout clothes and quickly drove to Beef's house. He went directly to the gym where Beef was in the middle of doing squats. Beef looked over to see the new and much improved Kyle heading for him and felt very turned on – it wasn't just Kyle's body that made him tingle, but also his new take-charge, macho attitude.

"Hey, Beef, guess what? I got the promotion today, and I am feelin' fuckin' pumped, man! I'm ready to blast out a workout to make these muscles huge!" exclaimed Kyle. He went right over to the bench and started loading the bar up with additional weight.

Beef finished up his squats and started to protest, "Um, Kyle, I was about to work in a set, but at the, um, lower weight."

Kyle didn't stop loading up the bar, however, adding two 45-pound plates to each side. "I'll just do a couple of quickies, Beef, then we can strip off the weight for you."

The bigger of the pair slid under the bar, and Beef stood behind as a spotter. Kyle lowered the and raised the bar easily ten times, never slowing down at all, and all the while Beef couldn't help but stare at his client's chest. He could feel his erection getting harder and harder.

After the last rep, Kyle set the bar back onto the rack and stood up. He saw Beef staring at his pumped-up chest and said, "Fuckin' A, I feel awesome, dude. Feel how strong my muscles are."

Kyle grabbed Beef's hand, placed it on his left pec, and flexed. The muscle bulged under Beef's palm and filled up his whole hand with its immense mass. "It's too bad you haven't been growing as much as me, little B. I mean, you still look good, but I guess I was destined to look better. Maybe someday you'll catch up. but I doubt it."

Beef continued to feel up Kyle's muscle tit. He nodded and grunted a "yeah."

"Guess you won't mind if I keep working out and you just spot me for the rest of the day, huh? Maybe you can take care of that bulge in your pants as you watch me pump the really heavy iron."

Beef nodded and put his free hand on his hard cock. He had never been both intimidated and attracted to a guy at the same time, but it was a major turn on for him.

After the intense workout, Kyle took Beef by the hand and led him to his bedroom. He then took of his tight, sweaty tank top to reveal his massively muscular torso. "Like what you see, Beef?"

Beef was speechless but managed a nod. His cock began to get erect again at the thought of having Kyle's muscle-packed body on top of him.

Kyle walked forward and began to take Beef's shirt off as well. As soon as he touched Beef, the smaller bodybuilder's cock grew even harder. No man had ever turned him on more than Kyle.

After he got Beef's shirt off, Kyle began to flex his giant pecs, which were simply huge in comparison. "You love this big chest, don't you, Beef?"

Beef nodded again and began to drool.

"These pecs look pretty fuckin' awesome, if I do say so myself. I think they are my best feature, and they deserve a little reward for growing so big and strong, right?"

Without waiting for an answer, Kyle pulled Beef's head into his massive left pectoral and told him to lick it. Beef obeyed and began to give a tongue bath to his new object of desire. After about a minute on the left, Beef move Kyle's head around between both pecs, and then eventually began flexing them so they would inflate in size and completely smother Beef's face in hard muscle.

When Beef was finished on the chest, he slid over and began to kiss Kyle's might right bicep, which the larger bodybuilder gladly flexed. A huge bowling ball sized muscle appeared, and Beef continued to tongue it.

As his right arm was getting its bath, Kyle reached down with his left hand, grabbed Beef's hard cock, and gave it a tight squeeze. As soon as he did so, he felt Beef begin to buckle as streams of cum shot into his workout shorts. "Oh, God, oh fucking God," said Beef as he spasmed.

Kyle set the smaller guy down on the bed and stood there looking over him. The sweat from the workout made his towering muscles glow, and he definitely looked better than Beef ever had.

Beef finally recovered and spoke to his client. "Fuck me, Kyle. Please, fuck me."

Kyle smiled and said, "Not yet, Beef. Not yet."

"Please, Kyle, I need your massive cock inside me. I want to feel your big muscles pressed against me."

Kyle took a step forward and leaned into Beef so he could tell him, "There's something I need to take care of first. You just dream about getting fucked by me for now, and someday, I'll make it worth your while."

Kyle kissed Beef hard on the lips, scooped up his tank top, and left the bedroom. As he shut the door, he watched as Beef furiously began to masturbate even though he had just cum about a minute earlier. "See you tomorrow for our next workout, Beef."

Kyle left Beef's house and thought about his secret that had kept him from going all the way with his new conquest. He didn't want Beef to discover that not everything had grown with the use of the experimental drugs he had stolen from work – his cock had remained very small, and now it even seemed smaller up against his giant muscles.

Kyle reached down and felt it – even rock hard, it barely made an impression in his workout shorts. He had the muscles of a Greek God but the penis of a very wimpy man.

"Fuck, it's time to take some action and make everything about me perfect." thought Kyle. He decided he would go to his office the next day and look for more experimental drugs that might help.