"You're sure this is safe?" Jason asked, shivering as another layer of the frigid gel was slathered over his exposed backside.
Victor took his time working the chemical into the other man's taut, solid cheeks. "Safe...ish. We've talked about this...I'm confident the process won't be fatal, but beyond that, no promises."
"Is there a reason I can't be doing that?" Jason squirmed awkwardly at the sensation of the other man's hands kneading his perky bubble. He was already embarrassed enough to be standing around naked without another man rubbing his ass for twenty minutes. It didn't help that he already felt insecure around the older man. Victor had the kind of huge, chiseled body he longed for. Looking at the other man's straining polo and plastered on jeans, he couldn't wait to be that size.
"It's all about variable control. This is an experiment, after all. By doing this myself I'm eliminating possible influencing factors," Victor lied. There really wasn't any reason Jason couldn't have applied the gel himself. He just didn't want to pass up the opportunity to get his hands on the young man's cheeks in their original state. "I'm done anyway," he said, giving the slick back side a quick slap. "Thanks for your patience...I know that was awkward."
Jason blushed and grinned bashfully. "It'll be worth it if this works. But why my ass?"
"Safest to start with a meaty part. No vital organs down there to worry about like with your torso. Don't worry...you might be a little bottom heavy for a few days, but only until we repeat the process with your upper half, right?"
"I can't believe this is even possible," Jason said, looking down at his toned bubble and trying to picture it bigger.
Victor grunted and shook his head. "That's what the naysayers at the University said, too. But we're about to show them!" He looked the naked stud's athletic body up and down with a silent, approving nod. Jason was exactly the kind of candidate he'd been waiting for. The young man's six foot frame was already covered in a lean layer of sculpted muscle, but he wanted more. Jason wanted his already broad shoulders to be wider. He wanted his softball biceps big and burly. Instead of feeling proud over the way his waist tapered inwards at his washboard abs, he felt thin and scrawny. His toned quads were lanky chicken legs in his mind, nothing like the meaty trunks he wanted. With his wavy auburn hair and a trimmed, matching beard covering his handsome features, Jason didn't care that he already had a body most men would kill for. He just wanted to be bigger.
Victor had sensed the younger man's desire and started grooming him almost immediately. He owned the gym and had watched Jason workout for hours every day, increasing his tone and definition but never making the gains he was looking for. Most of Victor's clientele were brawny meatheads who'd been lifting and cycling for years until they were covered in lumpy 'roid muscle. He supplied many of them with his own brand of home brewed supplements, but with Jason he was ready to try something else altogether.
He'd been working on the process for years, and if it all went according to plan, Victor was going to revolutionize fitness as people knew it, among other things. His gym wasn't filled with free weights like most lifter gyms, but with machines of his own design. Many of the guys were skeptical when they saw the machines at first, until they got a good look at the man who built them. At forty, Victor still looked like he could have passed for half that age. He still had a full head of jet black hair that spread over his olive skin in a sparse coating, accentuating the ample muscle that hung off his broad frame. He was as big as the thickest powerlifter but as chiseled as Jason, with dark, brooding features that made him seem ageless.
The added mystique of his appearance only enhanced his charm. Victor could talk his way out of, or anyone into, just about any situation. His quick smile and impressive looks were simultaneously disarming and intimidating, something that he took full advantage of. And if they didn't do the trick, his multiple doctorates were usually enough to convince even the most ardent of skeptics.
After watching Jason's frustrated struggles he'd made sure to casually cross paths with him in the locker room, letting the younger man get a full view of his own massive, sculpted body. That had been enough to get Jason's attention, and a few conversations later the hook was set. Victor explained how he'd used prototypes of his machines to enhance his own build, something he could also do for the aspiring young meathead if he was willing to act as a guinea pig for the newer models.
The mechanics of the experiment may have been complicated, but the idea was simple: the machines acted as batteries, storing kinetic energy that could then be transferred to someone else to cause a rapid burst of targeted muscle growth. While the meatheads were growing themselves with each rep, they were also charging the batteries that would grow someone else. Victor was telling the truth when he'd said that he'd used the machines on himself, but not to the scale that he was going to attempt with Jason, and certainly not with the added effects that the young man was unaware of.
"I think we're just about ready," Victor said as he began to gather and apply a series of electrodes.
Jason gave the cluster of wires a wary look, shifting his weight from foot to foot and covering his long, thick package with one hand. He wasn't overly modest, but Victor's hand was a bit too close to his dangling balls for comfort. "How much is this going to hurt, again?"
Victor laughed as he began attaching the pads to Jason's rear and thighs, his rough palms coming within a hair's breadth of the young man's impressive equipment. "Hopefully not at all. That's what the gel's for...it should act as a carrying agent for the energy current so your bones don't shatter and your muscles don't just tear." He put a hand on Jason's shoulder when he righted himself and gave the nervous jock a serious look. "It's not too late to change your mind."
Jason took a deep breath and shook his head. "No risk no reward, right?"
"That's the spirit!" Victor clapped the young man on the shoulder and motioned to the mirrored wall in front of them while he wheeled the cart with his laptop over. "Take a good look at the old you. In a few minutes you should have some extra meat on those bones."
Jason stared at his reflection, trying to steady his nerves. He was both terrified and thrilled at the thought of what it would mean if this worked, and all the things that could possibly go wrong. He ignored the voice in his head that told him this was a bad idea and instead nodded over at Victor.
