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Popularity Growth Part 04
🕑 Added 2019-09-03 02:49:11 +0000 UTC“This is just starting to get too crazy…” Ed said to himself as he looked himself in the mirror. After the workout with Nick he realized that he too had been grown a few inches and about ten more pounds. Trying to wear his normal night shirt had become a bit of a hassle so he elected to just some shorts and underwear. But at some point in the night those must have slipped off and all he had was the underwear clinging to his muscular quads and ass. It wasn’t until he snapped his morning picture that he realized that his bulge was showing as well.
He’d always been a bit of a grower so that had never been too much of a problem, but he figured that somewhere during that conversation GrowthManiac must have mentioned something about that growing as well. It was hard to miss but looking down over his heavy pecs he couldn’t see much that was attached to his body. “Shit…” Ed grinned. “Need to take a different one,” noting the restrictive nature of the site.
Their rules had always been a bit odd. Instead of covering up more, Ed decided he’d take his shower first and then cover up with a towel. It didn’t matter that more skin was showing; as long as his dick was obscured. “Damn…” he even complemented himself as he stared at his reflection. The droplets of water cascading over his muscles shined off the bathroom lighting. He snapped the photo, making sure his ass was also in frame.
‘Getting ready for my first day!’ he captioned post. In under a minute he already had a dozen or so people comment about how they wish they worked with him or wishing him luck. Just a few days ago it was like he was just talking to the eternal ether but now there were so many people responding he didn’t know what to do. He noticed that over the night his FaceSpace page had more than doubled again and he was approaching his 3,000 follower mark. It was just so different.
He brushed the thought aside. “No reason not to enjoy it…” Even when seeing GrowthManiac make a comment he wasn’t as worried as he had been. ‘Man you look so good with a hairless body! I can’t believe you don’t have to shave anywhere below your chin!’
Ed smirked for a second as he looked at the light amount of hair covering his pecs and abs start to fall away. Even the hair on his arms and legs was disappearing. He ran his rough hands over the smooth skin, seeing the definition of each and every muscle shine even more. The water was no longer caught in his hair but rather truly sparkling off his skin. “Damn…” he smiled looking down at his dick. Even that was completely hairless.
“Maybe it’s not so bad. After all I do feel better too,” Ed tried to stay positive as he flexed in the mirror a bit more. He was bigger than he had ever been but nearly all of it was pure muscle. Even without flexing, the round muscles were impossible to miss.
Hopping in his truck he headed towards his new security job. His run down car seemed to have changed to a pickup truck that was perfectly suited towards his bigger body. He barely even had to step up into it. Somehow even his vehicle was able to make him feel bigger. Walking up to the building, Ed had an absurd amount of confidence. There was a bit of a swagger as his legs were too thick to walk completely ‘normal’ and it only exaggerated his use of his shoulders.
“Good morning Mr. Stermi,” Ed said as he saw his new boss rushing to his office. The older man stopped and stared at Ed’s body. His eyes went up and down several times while his mouth hung open, ready for round two.
“G-g-good m-morning,” Mr. Stermi finally forced out. “Mark has your uniform. Pl-please change as quickly as possible.”
“Yes sir!” Ed said dutifully. Mr. Stermi’s legs seemed to almost have fallen out from under him as he heard the words spoken. He pushed open the door and then slammed it behind him with the full weight of his body.
“Jesus dude, you must have done something real nice for Mr. Stermi to have him acting that way,” Mark laughed. He was sitting behind the desk with a brown uniform in his hands. The 30 something year old guy wasn’t in terrible shape but he clearly didn’t go to the gym too often. His natural bulk and size made him a bit of authority without really trying. “Normally he’s such an ass,” he whispered. “Not that you heard it from me.”
“Right,” Ed smiled. “He still hasn’t shown that to me though.”
Mark stifled his laugh and held the khaki colored uniform over to Ed. “Well, maybe you’re a lucky one. Looks like he likes you at least. Can’t really say that about anyone else here. Anyway, bathroom’s over there. Go ahead and get changed and I’ll show you around.”
Ed took the clothes and went into the men’s room. He pulled the pants up and then the shirt over his shoulders. The white sleeveless shirt fit perfectly underneath the top of his uniform. His chest pushed at it just enough to show off the deep cut between his pecs while the shirt was wide open. “I look good,” he complemented himself. Though an urge to pull out his phone and take a picture did run through his mind. “I can’t…” but his fingers just kept caressing the outside of his case while he thought about it more.
The light amount of resolve he had was quickly faltering as he looked up and down his muscular body. Was he really going to be one of those ‘shallow guys’ only looking for complements online? Ed let out a grunt. “What the Hell?” he pulled out his phone and snapped a quick picture of himself. Despite knowing full well he didn’t completely earn the body he was in he couldn’t help but love the attention from all his followers. Seeing those likes and comments just felt him with an odd sense of joy that he couldn’t quite get from anywhere else. He felt validated.
Ed shoved his phone back into his pocket and went back to buttoning up his uniform. His big hands had a bit of difficulty trying to handle the buttons. But that wasn’t what the problem was. As he tried to pull the button closer to the hole, it just seemed to stretch further away. “Shit…” his eyes went wide realizing that picture was probably used for something else. He tried to ignore it. Pretend that he wasn’t actually getting bigger. But the more he tried to pull the shirt closed, the further apart the shirt became.
His eyes scanned his wide shoulders and even thicker chest. The two massive pecs seemed to have grown even further out in front of him while his shoulders were even wider. The large round balls on each side of him had stretched his sleeves to the max, so the 20 inch arms didn’t even matter about stretching the sleeves. That shirt he was wearing wouldn’t have a chance to close on him at all. He let out a heavy sigh and pulled out his phone again.
‘Wow! You’re so big that you can’t even close your shirt! I bet your boss won’t mind. I know I wouldn’t.’ GrowthManiac even added a few winking faces to further cement the sexual nature behind his comment. He scrolled through reading through all the replies and favorites that GrowthManiac seemed to have gotten. His simple ability to make simple but direct comments on Ed’s body seemed to drive a lot of his fans wild. Since just a few hours ago Ed had already passed the 3,000 person mark and it looked like it was still climbing. His notifications seemed to be locked at 99+ as people weren’t just commenting on this photo but his entire gallery.
“Aww man… Did we get you the wrong size?” Mark asked. He stood in the doorway staring at the other man. “Then again, you ever think you might be a little too big?”
Ed feigned a smile as he felt like he couldn’t agree more. Even if he didn’t have a scale under him he knew that he was a good deal heavier than he was even in this morning. “Ehh, never really crossed my mind,” he lied. Something inside him was telling him that he needed to keep the size gimmick up. That he shouldn’t admit it to people who didn’t understand that he wasn’t the one controlling the growth that he thought he might be a little too big. “Hey… How tall are you?” he took a few steps closer to Mark, measuring himself against the other guy.
“Uhh… 6 foot? Maybe 6’1” if I really stretch,” he laughed. “How come?”
“No reason,” Ed lied again. He was currently standing a good head taller than him. The only thought going through his mind was that he was up to at least 6’6”, another 2 inches taller.
“Hey,” Mark said. “You got a FaceSpace? Maybe we could follow each other.”
