Muscle Suits UsRyan and I stared at the huge cardboard box on the top of the kitchen table then looked at each other.Muscle Suits Us6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Dude this is it, the muscular young man declared. The moment weve been waiting for! He grinned. Were gonna look like fuckin monsters! My smile grew wide in return; nearly instantaneously we both reached for the rectangular object and began to tear it open.
We each pulled out what looked to be a jet black wetsuit, although the material felt more like that used in the ripped bodybuilders favorite garment, an Under Amour brand shirt.
Its hard to believe this is going to fit, I noted, holding up the suit in front of me.
Yeah they look small but theyre supposed to be tight; that must be related to the magic power that Joel was talking about. Ryan replied.
Joel was a handsome, huge bodybuilder that we had met the o
Danny Joins the Wrestling TeamIt was a day like any other in Amityville. Danny Fenton, Tucker Foley, and Sam Manson were just arriving at school, ready for a day of boring classes and, perhaps, a ghost attack.Danny Joins the Wrestling Team7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Why do we still come here every day? Tucker asked, poking at something on his PDA.
Because you need a high school degree to move onto college to earn a piece of paper that allows you to get a decent job in this competitive society. Sam said, sounding annoyed.
Easy for you to say. Youre rich! You dont have to work a day in your life! Tucker said.
That is dirty money! I plan on earning my own living my own way and not relying on my parents who dont even TRY to understand me! she snapped back.
As the trio walked down the hall to their first class, a voice suddenly called out, Mr. Fenton! A word, if you dont mind.
Danny stopped in his tracks as he heard the somewhat monotonous voice of the vice principal. Mr. Lancer was coming str
Muscle Shorts 2It was a lazy Saturday afternoon for once and Tsuna was making sure to enjoy it as much as he could. He sighed as he leaned up against the windowsill and watched the clouds begin to roll by. Larger black clouds were looming on the horizon which meant rain was bound to hit at some point, but he didn't care much. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Tsuna turned to see Fuuta slowly opening the door. "Tsuna-nii," Fuuta said looking a bit tired, "I'm bored. Can you play with me?" "Huh," Tsuna said, "What about Lambo or I-pin?" Fuuta looked down at the floor. "They're out with Mama getting groceries and Reborn's with Bianchi helping to train Gokudera today." He flopped down on the bed and Tsuna sighed and glanced back out the window in time to see Kyoko and Hana walk past. Tsuna blushed as he saw Kyoko was smiling as she conversed with Hana. "Kyoko's really pretty isn't she, Tsuna-nii?" Tsuna jumped as he found Fuuta suddenly standing next to him at the window. "F-Fuuta! H-How did-" "Muscle Shorts 24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Alex in MusclelandChapter One: Down the Rabbit HoleAlex in Muscleland7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The sun was shining, the air was crisp, the wind was nothing more than a slight breeze and the air was warm and muggy. This was a nearly perfect summer day. Unfortunately, it wasnt summer. It was September and school was in session for young Alex Liddel. He was in his freshman year of high school and was already bored with the proceedings. There just wasnt anything interesting going on in school. It was boring routine after boring routine. And the reading! Oh, the reading was awful! Nothing but page after page of boring text, without a single picture to take up space or break the monotony.
And really, he thought to himself, shifting his backpack up higher on his shoulder. What good is a book without pictures?
He hadnt been alone through his entire walk to school. His brother had walked with him a short ways on his way to work. He had long since graduated from high school and was working as an image consultant f
Skar'd for Life"Grrr .I can't stand it," Skar burst out at the kitchen table that startled Grau who was sitting across from him.Skar'd for Life4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"What? What's wrong," Grau asked picking up his fallen piece of toast.
"It's that idiot ZL," Skar roared, pounding the table. "How can I get Zeph's attention when he's always by his side? I'm supposed to be his brother! Not ZL!"
Skar pounded the table again which sent Grau's empty plate rattling, catching Xavier's attention from the other room.
"Hey," Xavier shouted, "What's with all the racket?"
"S-Sorry Xavier," Skar apologized intimidated. "I guess I'm just angry. Why does ZL get Zeph's attention?"
"There's a simple reason for that," Farris said entering the room and chomping down into an apple.
"What's that," Skar asked.
"You," Craigmartin joined in as he opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water, "are weak."
"What's that supposed to mean," Skar growled angrily as his fist clenched a bit.
"Face it," Ralf interjected as he walked into the room, "ZL's
Join the Boxing Team: A Giant Request!Tsunayoshi “Tsuna” Sawada slowly made his way down the sidewalk in front of his house, dragging his feet, a tired expression on his face. The sun was shining brightly in the sky, dispelling any of the morning fog that remained. It promised to be a beautiful day, which made it all the more vexing that Tsuna would have to spend it inside the school all day, a place he didn’t particularly enjoy being on the best of days. It didn’t help that his life lately had been turned completely upside down with the appearance of his “tutor” Reborn, a seemingly sadistic infant that enjoyed torturing him under the pretext of making him into a Mafioso against his will…or at least that’s how Tsuna himself saw it. Now instead of just getting teased and mocked by most of the school he was forced into deadly situations and constantly shot at! It was sheer luck that Reborn used a strange series of magic bullets that helped Tsuna complete these tasks with minimJoin the Boxing Team: A Giant Request!1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kyouta"Honey, do you really think we should be doing this? I mean Dr. Reeds said it was still an experiment."Kyouta6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"I know, I know. But still, what if it works?"
"Should we ask Kyouta? He's 12, he should choose what he wants."
"Mom,dad, what are you talking about?" sleepily asked Kyouta, wondering what his parents were talking about at 2 a.m.
"W-well, y-see Dr. Reeds told us today about an experimental new serum, which could help you get to the other kids size." said his father, surprised that his son was awake.
"But," continued his mother, "it's just that, an experiment. It wasn't even designed for teenagers or adults even. It was made for babies who were born as..." she stopped looking for the right thing to say.
"Dwarves?" Kyouta said bluntly.
"Well that's not the right word, but yes." replied his mother. "Dr. Reeds doesn't know how the serum will affect you, I mean teenage hormones aren't something to tamper with, especially when it deals with how you look or act.
"I....I want to take it anyw
A Growing MokieA Growing Mokie4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Mokuba sat there, watching TV as he waited for his brother to return home from his work at Kaiba Corp. He sighed loudly as he turned off the TV, finding nothing good to be on. "It's always so boring when Seto's not home," he complained to the empty mansion. "I wish something would happen to do while we was away." Just as the words left his lips, a knock can from the door. He gave permission to enter, and the door swung open, revealing one of the butlers. "Excuse me Master Mokuba," the butler said politely, "but the mail has arrived and I wondered if you would care to browse through it in Master Seto's absence." Mokuba took the mail, thanked the butler, and sat back on the couch and rifled through the letters. "Bill .bill," Mokuba rattled off to no one in particular as he placed each letter on the table, "Junk catalogue balloon bill bill balloon?" He looked at the pile of letters and found a small, black balloon packaged in with the other letters. He picked
Cooking Class with Rin-senpai“Welcome to True Cross Academy, the premier school for all aspiring exorcists! Here, within these ancient and hallowed halls you shall learn the fine art of identifying and exorcising the scourges of Hell and battle the unholy forces of Satan himself in a war for the very fate of humanity! Are you prepared to put your life on the line for the souls of the human race? If your answer is yes (and why wouldn’t it be, you are here after all) then take your first step into a larger world and let your training BEGIN!”Cooking Class with Rin-senpai7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
A loud bang filled the lavish office, confetti raining down from the ceiling as a large golden ball popped open, a banner with “WELCOME!” written on it in fancy script falling as a backdrop behind a flamboyant man as he raised his arms above his head. He was the strangest looking man any of the gathered trio had ever seen, from the tips of his curly toed boots to the top of his enormous white top hat, the brim ringed with a purple and pink colored r
Weight Room InflationThe Y weight room was small but sufficiently equipped. Two men were working out late one evening. The two were familiar from being around the gym but not really buddies. They rarely exchanged more than a nod when passing in the hall and over the past two years had maybe had a hand full of conversations. The taller of the two was Brad. He stood about 6' and was a big strapping kid. The man had big arms and shoulders that when dressed in street clothes made him look huge. The guy had the look of a classic football stud, long limbed and thick. His face was another thing. Despite being in his mid twenties the man had a bit of a baby face, large blue eyes, close clipped hair and a great smile. Not that he smiled much around the weight room. The quiet man was always serious when it came to his workouts. He was nothing if not consistent, showingWeight Room Inflation8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Joe x Bailey - Fat RP‘You owe me.’Joe x Bailey - Fat RP7 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
‘I owe you nothing. I bet you didn’t even know we had a library.’
‘Actually, this is like my second time here. The chairs are comfy.’ They were. Very. Comfy. Can’t say the last two times I was there I actually got any studying done… They should really block Facebook in the library… Joe’s mind began to wonder, a trait he was prone to.
‘I still think you owe me by the way, Dave.’ After all, the library was a good five minute walk from the main building – even so, Joe didn’t try to protest much but just followed David inside. Joe was willing to bet he wasn’t exactly familiar with the place either. That was proven when he stood awkwardly beside the first aisle, seemingly unsure of what to do next.
‘I want a book.’
‘There’s a good few here.’
David ribbed him in the chest and started scanning the row for the book he wanted.
‘There has got to be a
The fox hunt pt2The fox hunt pt25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
DJ stepped up to the front of the truck. Chet had almost made it through the deep mud bog. The front of the truck was only a few feet away from more solid ground. DJ stepped up to the bumper and took his shirt off, revealing the still incredibly ripped musculature that he had just the day before. DJ bent slightly and gripped the front bumper of the heavy truck. He rawrrred playfully almost and then started flexing his arms. His biceps hardened, showing a deeply etched split, a thick forked vein pressed against the super tight skin and fur wrapped around the bulging muscles. His biceps continued to harden, growing thicker. Still, only his arms were involved. The truck still stuck in the mud, but then DJ flexed his legs which were covered by his own track pants. His legs straightened, as his biceps continued to flex. The truck began to shift. The metal groan
Convincing ArgumentIt was on our annual Father/Son trip. This was maybe our 5th year going up to snowboard in the mountains. And, as usual, on our second night up there, we'd go for a nice dinner. During dinner, there was something I needed to bring up, I knew my mom wouldn't understand, but maybe my dad would.Convincing Argument2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"So, dad, I've been using your old weights for a few months now, and I haven't really been seeing results. And I just recently learned that they aren't standard weights. They're cheap, and right now my max weight on the barbell is 40lbs. A standard bar alone is 45lbs. It's kinda pathetic that I can't even bench a standard bar."
"What're you saying? You want real weights?"
"No, cause I wouldn't be able to lift them. I just think that maybe, I should start taking supplements. And I was wondering if maybe you could help me pay for them."
"You don't need it. Just keep doing what you're doing, and you'll start to get some definition. You don't need that stuff, you don't want to get freaky."
I look down
Growing Beyond Muscular: HughHugh G. (short for Gregory) Muusals (pronounced: MOO-salz) was on the outside, a rather average sixteen year-old boy. He had a pretty regular height, normal-sized body, brown hair, and blue eyes. Most people just knew him as Hugh though. However, Hugh is only regular looking on the outside, because inside, he has a very special thing about him. This thing is what makes him...Hugh...G...Muusals.Growing Beyond Muscular: Hugh5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hugh's best and primary friend, Stan, is 19 and stands a bit taller than Hugh himself. His somewhat spiky blond hair and brown eyes are kind of a strange opposite to the dark-haired and brighter-eyed Hugh. While Hugh is, or was (depending on how you see it) scrawny, Stan has always been a more jockish type. While he wasn't the biggest, fastest, or whatever, he was an athlete at heart. Unlike the rest of the jocks, who saw Hugh merely as a punching bag, Stan knew Hugh before High School split them up into cliques.
The real story begins one random and regular day after Hugh's pounding from the joc
Gods-Playtime“No problem. Have a good day.” Brad lifted his hand in a wave and turned at the corner, heading for the downtown area while Jeremy was heading in the opposite direction.Gods-Playtime7 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Brad kept his eyes trained forward as he walked down the sidewalk, heading for his house. The wind rustled his hair slightly, drawing his attention up to the bright blue sky. Fat, white clouds were idly drifting through the air, blocking out the bright sunlight every few minutes. Brad smiled slightly, watching them for a moment before walking along again. His mind was on Jeremy, worrying about the new guy. There was something about him that raised protective feelings in Brad; his small stature, meek looks, and overall weak demeanor brought about images of a small animal, frightened on the forest floor. He was so deep in his thoughts he almost collided with a ratty looking man walking in the opposite direction. Brad’s normally half closed eyes sprang open as he realized what had almost happened.
ZEPHLEIT-LY S2 - PrologueZEPHLEIT-LY S2 - Prologue4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Okay! My turn."
A blue-haired young man from across the room got up from his chair. "Watch and learn" he said, glaring at me as he walked towards my direction but stopped at the middle of the room. He stretched his arms and back, and did a few push ups as a warm up before he did a crab pose.
You can hear the other guys in the room yelling and cheering "You can do it!", "Go! GO! GO!!!" like other common spectators in a sports match.
I'd like to cheer him too, but I wasn't feeling it at the time. Why? Because it reminds me of the very first time I was "forced" to join a little shirt-ripping competition like this one. Much to my humiliation and disappointment, I knew I won't able to rip my shirt back then but I still did and gave it a try. Ah, bad, err, I mean good times
Anyway, I found myself staring at the young guy at the center as he struggled to get out of his shirt. Somehow, I felt good watching him; maybe because something tells me that he won't be able to succeed or, maybe
A Helping Hand“A-Are you sure we can’t do something else?”A Helping Hand4 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Hey, you said you wanted to help me out right?! Well this is helping me out! So shut up and take it like a man!”
Liar sighed to himself as he slumped down slightly in his bonds, a thick string tied around his body, pinning him tightly against a large white ball. He was perfectly situated between two series of long red stitches, looping around the ball and meeting themselves in a sports ouroboros. The string binding him to the ball was wrapped all the way around it, his tiny body barely noticeable against it unless you were looking for it. The ball was currently resting on the dusty concrete in front of a small Japanese shop, engulfed in the shadow of a young boy…a rather imposing young boy with bright red hair, his athletic body covered with a plain white shirt with the logo of the shop behind them stamped on the front along with a pair of bright blue track pants, the cuffs folded up to his calves, two wh
ZEPHLEIT-LY 5.5I'm pretty sure everyone wants to know what happened during my training with Ein. Here's the story:ZEPHLEIT-LY 5.55 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Scared 'ol me immediately ran as soons as I hit Ein in the face. You all know it wasn't intentional. Ein is scary when he's angry. Far dangerous than Brent. I know this because I witnessed this once. Marcus accidentally threw his research papers in the incinerator mistaking it as trash. Ein is really scary. He threw his glasses and jumped on Marcus. Good thing Marcus is strong enough to resist and stop him.
When Ein is angry, his eyesight becomes clear. Increased speed, strength and power. He won't even recognize you. He doesn't even care about the damage he causes. Ein Hulk. Ein Smash. A complete 180. One thing though, he doesn't transform in a big green hulky monster.
But there's a technique to stop him. His weak spot. You must pinch his ear.
Anyway, back to my story. I quickly ran towards the exit but it was all too late. Ein caught up on me and I was cornered. There is a weight rack
The Making of the Best SukiyakiThe Making of the Best Sukiyaki3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was your typical, average Saturday at the Okumura brothers' dorm. Oddly, someone else was walking the halls today. Sixteen year-old Renzo Shima was busy texting on his cell phone after having a chat with Yukio about his grades as of late. Usually the pink haired teen wouldn't have minded such a talk, but it had forced him to miss an important date.
"Great, now she hates me." Shima mumbled as he read the last not-too-friendly text message and snapped his phone shut before pocketing it. "That's the third chick this month. Am I losing my touch?" Shima laced his arms behind is head and stared at the ceiling as he thought. "I think she had a pretty hot sister, maybe I could-"
Shima stopped in mid-sentence when he heard, and felt, a wet crunch under his right foot. Barely moving his head; the young Exorcist-in-training looked down at his shoe and gulped. He slowly pulled back his foot to reveal the squashed remains of some kind of beetle-like bug. It's yellow, slimy guts were all over the
Furvus Wolf, UnchainedNight time in an old abandoned warehouse finds two male wolves sitting in an office. One of them was pretty sharp- dressed and the other was wearing gang style clothing. The sharp-dressed wolf was sitting behind a big desk talking to the other wolf. "So, if we gather some other members in the location that you said would work best, you'd better make sure that it will work or " The wolves turned around as there was a loud banging on the office's thick metal door BANG BANG BANG. The door shook and started to form some dents in it. The wolf in gang clothing looked at the other wolf. "What's that? A sledge hammer or something?" Both wolves continued to look on in confusion as the metal of the door started to whine with the pressure being placed to it as the banging continued. Then the door shook a bit and bent forward ripping off of its hinges. Deep growling wasFurvus Wolf, Unchained2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Muscle PowerNaruto, Kiba, and Shikamaru Unleash Their True Power!Muscle Power6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It didnt take long for Kiba, Naruto, and Akamaru to reach Shukaku. His attention was so focused on attacking the Village that he didnt have time to waste watching for bugs at his feet. This was to the defending ninjas advantage. Tsunade had dispatched a ANBU squad to subdue Shukaku but when they saw Kiba, Naruto, and Akamaru approaching the beast they stayed back. They did this mostly because they were curious about the enhanced ninjas powers. If anything went wrong theyd be able to jump in and assist them. Naruto and Kiba stopped a few feet from the sand beast while Akamaru hung back waiting for an order from Kiba. Naruto put his hands together and called out, Shadow Clone Jutsu!
Instantly fifty muscle Narutos appeared around Shukaku, ready for action. Naruto turned to Kiba and said, Gaaras going to be somewhere on this monsters head. If we can do enough damage to his real
Dimension Hopping part 1It was a bright and sunny day in Pallet town. Ash, Brock, and Dawn had returned from the Sinnoh region to a major fanfare. As Misty, Dawn, and Brock were enjoying a pleasant chat with Mrs. Ketchum, Tracey, and Professor Oak over a nice cup of tea, Ash and Pikachu had gone off into the nearby mountains for a little one-on-one training. As they continued up the winding path, Ash noticed a side path that he had never noticed before. Growing up in these mountains meant that he knew every inch of these mountains; so when he discovered this new path, his curiosity was piqued.Dimension Hopping part 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
So Pikachu, want to see whats down this path, Ash said as he looked farther down the new path. Maybe theres some strong Pokémon to battle against.
Pika, Pikachu yelled in agreement as both he and Ash bounded down the new path.
After a few minutes the rocky path melded into the forest floor, leaving Ash and Pikachu standing in the center of a darkening forest. It wasn&
ZEPHLEIT-LY 13.5ZEPHLEIT-LY 13.55 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I groggily opened my eyes as I struggled out of the deep sleep I was in. My eyesight was a bit blurry so I repeatedly blinked eyes to try and get them into focus.
"Nggg " I groaned. I looked around and found myself lying on the bed, covered with a white blanket. I turned my head left and right and found no one. "What happened? Why am I here?" I asked myself. I tried to get up but my body twinged from just a slight movement of my arms. "Auggh!" I cried.
Thanks to the sudden dart of pain, I had fully regained consciousness, and memories of the previous events had begun to sink in. "I'm alive "
I gave the room another gaze and finally understood the situation I was in. Several moments later, I heard the door open. I quickly turned my head towards the door and saw, "Mom!" I called.
"Z-ZL! Thank goodness you're finally awake!" She clasped her hands as she reveled in joy and ran back outside. "Everyone! My son! He's finally awake!"
The very first person to come rushing into t
Poke Buff part 3As Ash slept, his body began to change. Slowly his muscles began to expand. His biceps inflated up to the size of baseballs, filling the sleeves of his t-shirt completely. His triceps and forearms bulged to finish out his growing arms. His shoulders lengthened along with his traps to give him a slight v-taper. Ashs pecs swelled up, pressing into his shirt and could be seen vividly. Also, although they were hidden underneath his shirt, his abs were beginning to become more defined as the muscle grew and almost every ounce of fat melted away from his body. Finally, in order to balance off the added weight from his upper body, Ashs thighs and calves ballooned to accommodate his larger torso.Poke Buff part 36 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ash woke up that morning with a deep yawn and a stretch of his new muscles. His first realization of the day was the distinct lack of Pikachus weight at his feet where he normally slept. A quick look at the clock next to his bed revealed that is was only 5 o clock in the mornin