> come on into my dorm room and LIFT ME, MAN!

<MUSCLENC2> Laying on my bed reading Physics and getting pissed because of the noise coming from your room. Finally drop my fucking book -- stand up in the mirror and lift off my sweatshirt -- stand there looking at my pecs -- and just in my gym shorts. Walk out of my room -- pissed -- and throw your door open and walk in and lift you off of your bed and hold you on the wall. Feet dangling. "Turn down the fucking music, man. I have a test!

> "Hell no, I *like* my music, man. You got some problem with the Beach Boys?"

<MUSCLENC2> Lifting you high up the wall! And making my pecs bounce and my arms stiffen like bricks. "I don't give a fuck about the Beach Boys or anyone else. If I flunk this test this muscle boy is out on his ass -- you got me?"

> "Maybe that's where you belong, fucker, on your ass."

<MUSCLENC2> Growling, as I lift you off of the wall -- and hold you out in front of me -- feet dangling -- as I shake you hard -- and growl in your face -- and throw you back on your bed. Walk over to your CD player and eject the CD -- and hold it in my fingers and snap it in two. "Play it now, fucker!"

> "Yeah, neat trick," I grumble. "You think you're so strong. Well, let's see."

> Thinking of a test for you and I get an idea. "Stand in the doorway, muscle boy."

<MUSCLENC2> Looking down at my feet
<MUSCLENC2> and shit
<MUSCLENC2> they are moving on their own.
<MUSCLENC2> I am trying to turn to you and beat the fuck out of you
<MUSCLENC2> and all I do it move to the door
<MUSCLENC2> and stand there facing you.

> "Stretch you arms up, muscle boy. Your hands on the top of the doorframe."

<MUSCLENC2> looking at my left arm as it picks itself up.
<MUSCLENC2> "SHIT!"
<MUSCLENC2> looking at my right arm as it picks itself up.

> i smirk a little, knowing that you are responding to me.

<MUSCLENC2> "What the fuck are you doing?" as my hands rest on the frame.

> "I got a way, man. I got a way," I say. "Now, position your hands and if you're so damn strong, PRESSSSS upwards against that doorframe."
> "DO IT, muscles for brains!"

<MUSCLENC2> I feel my arms tighten
<MUSCLENC2> and my tris flex
<MUSCLENC2> and my bis explode
<MUSCLENC2> and shit
<MUSCLENC2> there is plaster falling on my fucking head
<MUSCLENC2> as I push up
<MUSCLENC2> up
<MUSCLENC2> up

> "Yeahhhh, the HARDEST military press you've ever fuckin done."

<MUSCLENC2> and the jam of the door bends. I fucking bent steel for you, man!

> can hear it CREAK as it weakens to your strength.
> "Fuckkkkkk," i whisper.

<MUSCLENC2> I feel my left tri exploding
<MUSCLENC2> and my right tri expanding
<MUSCLENC2> and my forearms
<MUSCLENC2> are so fucking hard

> "Push, musclehead. PUSSSSSSSH!!!"

<MUSCLENC2> as I lift and the jam bends higher and the plaster falls. Feels fucking hot.

> cracking plasterboard. creaking steel door frame.
> plaster dust settles on your sweaty, glistening BROAD shoulders.
> "Now, musclehead, the door. Rip it off."

<MUSCLENC2> Feeling my hands fall to my side
<MUSCLENC2> my pecs bounce
<MUSCLENC2> my lats flare
<MUSCLENC2> my traps raise
<MUSCLENC2> and I turn and grab the side of the door

> "Tear if off, stud. If you *can* that is."

<MUSCLENC2> and I grin at you - "Shit WHAT the fuck am i doing?"-- why the fuck am I grinning? -- as i LIFT on the door and listen to the screws come out of the wall and I pull and and I hear the hinges rip --
and I lift the door off off the frame -- and put it over my head. I lean back -- flex my pecs -- and ram the door down on my pecs and it cracks
in two. As i drop it to the floor and stand and for some reason I flex a double bi and stand there.

> "Ohhhh so very nice. Guess you DO have a little muscle there, stud."
> i get off the bed and walk up to you. staring at you.

<MUSCLENC2> Looking at my left bi
<MUSCLENC2> and then my right
<MUSCLENC2> and then at you, and grinning. "A little!" as I make it all bounce.

> feeling HEAT just radiate away from you.
> "Here, you're dusty from all that plaster." I use my hands to brush the
now-damp plaster dust off your shoulders.
> and the MUSCLE feels like quarried rock under that warm skin.
> i look around the dorm room.
> my eye lands on my desk chair.
> heavy metal chair, thick chair legs and backrest.
> "Pick up that chair, stud."
> "You got muscles blocking your ears, mo fo? Pick up the friggin chair."

<MUSCLENC2> I try to resist
<MUSCLENC2> I want to resist
<MUSCLENC2> and I see my arms moving and my quads flexing as I walk to the chair as I am told
<MUSCLENC2> and lift it in front of me.

> i stare into your eyes and say, "Now, do it in a berarhug. Crush that fuckin steel chair."

<MUSCLENC2> I see my hands going around the chair
<MUSCLENC2> and my pecs are feeling so fucking huge

> big man
> big man's muscles

<MUSCLENC2> as i grab it in a bear hug and I just stand there and grin like a muscle mountain on drugs -- and I laugh and make the
fucking thing implode on itself. My back muscles are so fucking tight.
<MUSCLENC2> And I drop it to the floor and growl.

> "Yeahhhhhh big man."
> smiling at you now, liking what i see.
> i look around the dorm room again.
> thinking
> damn, i say to myself, what the fuck CAN'T this guy do?
> i open the clothes closet, empty of clothes because i have packed
them in a suitcase.
> i examine the inside of the closet. VERY thick heavy wood.
> hmm, i say to myself, it would be a tight fit.
> "Get in there, man."

<MUSCLENC2> Looking at you --
<MUSCLENC2> looking at my body in your mirror
<MUSCLENC2> looking at you confused
<MUSCLENC2> as my arms being to cross over the front of my body
<MUSCLENC2> and i turn sideways

> "Yeah, yeah, it will be a tight fit. But squeeze yourself in there."

<MUSCLENC2> and stuff myself into the closet
<MUSCLENC2> my pecs scraping the door jam
<MUSCLENC2> and i get inside

> big slabs of muscle in the heavy wooden closet

<MUSCLENC2> and just manage
<MUSCLENC2> to turn myself
<MUSCLENC2> front
<MUSCLENC2> and all of my fucking muscle is
CRAMMMMMMMMMED into the closet.
<MUSCLENC2> I fill it totally.

> i walk over to my desk, paw around in the drawers, looking for it.
> and find it.
> take a hammer and fistful of nails and begin to nail the closet door closed.
> nailing all around the door
> nailing you into the closet
> "Hope yer not claustrophobic, stud," i call out to you as i hammer down all the nails.

<MUSCLENC2> I feel my pecs bouncing

> finally get them all nailed in.

<MUSCLENC2> my quads flexing and my traps are against my fucking ears.

> i knock gently on the closet door. "You in there, stud?

<MUSCLENC2> I hear you nailing and i am feeling like my body is going to fucking explode.

> "You in there, motherfucker?"

<MUSCLENC2> I can't speak -- can't talk. I grunt. I grunt again.
<MUSCLENC2> FUCK!

> i chuckle to myself.
> "Yeahh, guess that grunt means yes."
> "Well, fucker, if you're so strong, just BUST your way out of there."

<MUSCLENC2> i grunt again.
<MUSCLENC2> I hear you and my heart begins to race
<MUSCLENC2> my pecs begin to bounce harder

> crammed in there so tight

<MUSCLENC2> my tris and bis are filling with blood
<MUSCLENC2> and my pecs are jutting out filling rising falling
<MUSCLENC2> and I begin to hear boards creaking.
<MUSCLENC2> I feel my delts growing
<MUSCLENC2> my muscle butt pushing me off of the rear wall
<MUSCLENC2> and I take one breath

> "Or maybe you're just some weak nelly," i taunt you.

<MUSCLENC2> two breaths
<MUSCLENC2> and on the third
<MUSCLENC2> I fucking expand this muscle boy into a fucking muscle monster

> i hear the wood creaking and back off a couple steps.

<MUSCLENC2> and the door explodes off of the hinges and the
fucking walls are gonna cave in. I walk out of the closet with plaster
all over me -- as I grab the fragments of the door and lift my left quads
<MUSCLENC2> and destroy them over my muscle quad.
<MUSCLENC2> i stand and do a Most Muscular.

> "Dammnnnnnn," i mutter.

<MUSCLENC2> SHIT! What kind of a freak have i become?

> one fuckin HOT freak, buster
> i look around the dorm room again. damn, am i running out of challenges for this fucker?
> ah ha! I say to myself.
> i go over to the bed, pull off the blanket and sheets.
> tug the mattress off the box spring.
> drag it over to you.
> "You ever tear a big city phone book in half, mo fo?" I ask you.

<MUSCLENC2> I just grin., I have done that so many times. since was 15.

> "Well use some MUSCLE and tear this fuckin mattress in half, man."
> "Or maybe I should get you some skinny little phone book instead."

<MUSCLENC2> You have no idea how easy this mattress is compared to a phone book -- as I grin like a braindead fucker -- and I grab
<MUSCLENC2> one end in each hand
<MUSCLENC2> and with just a flex f my tris
<MUSCLENC2> rip the fucking thing down the middle.

> "Shittt," i mutter again.

<MUSCLENC2> And I stand there like an animal laughing and grinning, and flexing my pecs.

> looking around again, almost panicky as it i can't find anything more for you.
> no carpet for him to tear to shreds.
> not much left to break.
> walls . . . . floor . . . windows . . .
> ahhhhh! the window!
> "That one, musclehead," i say as i point to the west window.
> "Walk up to it, the one with the window mount air conditioner."
> "Tear it out of the window."

<MUSCLENC2> Feeling my feet moving
<MUSCLENC2> hearing this hot man's voice making me move
<MUSCLENC2> as I walk over
<MUSCLENC2> put a hand on the left of the ac
<MUSCLENC2> a hand on the right

> "Grab on, stud."

<MUSCLENC2> and flex my pecs
<MUSCLENC2> arch my back
<MUSCLENC2> and ripppp the fucking thing out of the wall and turn to you.

> i smile, "goddamn!"
> "Now it's one thing to bearhug a wimpy little chair," I say.
> "Bearhug that fuckin air conditioner, stud."

<MUSCLENC2> Wrapping my arms around the AC
<MUSCLENC2> and grunting
<MUSCLENC2> grunting
<MUSCLENC2> grunting

> gaaad that grunting sounds HOT

<MUSCLENC2> groaning like an animal
<MUSCLENC2> drop my head back
<MUSCLENC2> and SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEZEEEEEEE!

> "Do it, monster."

<MUSCLENC2> As I hear the creaking
<MUSCLENC2> and the popping
<MUSCLENC2> and the creaking

> "Fuckin DO IT."

<MUSCLENC2> as the thing implodes on itself in my muscle.

> A. C. fluid sprays out.

<MUSCLENC2> And I drop my head back further -- let out a primal yell as I squeeze it into a mass of metal and toss it out of the window -- and stand and face you heaving and pulsing.

> Like some wild beast.
> "Very very good, man."
> "Thought you might have it in you."
> i turn around and survey the WRECKED dorm room.
> "Quite the mess, eh?"

<MUSCLENC2> I grin and GRUNT.
<MUSCLENC2> And make all of my muscle flex.

> "You wonder why I had my clothes all packed, bud"?
> "I'm moving up to fifth floor."

<MUSCLENC2> Turning my head sideways. Confused.

> "And I got the Dean of Students to assign THIS dorm room . . . .
> . . . to YOU."
> i pick up my suitcases. head to the door. "See ya around,

<MUSCLENC2> Looking around my room - and seeing it in shambles.
<MUSCLENC2> And I close the door.
<MUSCLENC2> And drop to the floor
<MUSCLENC2> and start doing push ups.
<MUSCLENC2> Waiting for you to come back.

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