When I woke up at about nine on Saturday morning, I felt like a million bucks. And, horny as hell. That day's regular morning ritual was ten times more explosive than ever before. I had never cum that hard before. Waves of intense pleasure rolled over me like nothing I had ever felt before. And easily fifteen spurts, maybe more, instead of my usual five or six. And each one shooting a huge load of cum further than I ever recall shooting before. Way over my head and onto the headboard and wall, and some (I'm totally serious) hit the ceiling! I realized that if this was what would always happen, I would have to take some precautions to keep mom from noticing the mess or anything.

Curiously, after that unbelievable orgasm, my dick stayed hard and throbbing. I continued to jerk off, and no more than five minutes later I came again. Not quite as intensely as before, but nearly so. This time, my dick went semi-soft. I cleaned up (a bit of a job), pulled on my pajama bottoms, and went towards the bathroom to shower. But first, I detoured down to the kitchen for some juice. I was very thirsty.

I grabbed the orange juice, and began to drink right out of the carton. While it was almost a full half gallon, I gulped and gulped until there was nothing left.

"Empty?" mom said, "I just bought that carton." As she turned to talk to me, she paused for a second and looked me up and down. "You know, David, that weightlifting really is starting to work. I swear you're looking bigger every day!" I was? I quickly threw away the empty carton and ran upstairs to shower (and check myself out in the bathroom mirror)!

My first look in the mirror this morning was all I needed to cinch my workout obsession. I looked bigger and harder than the day before. Not that much, really, and probably not noticeable to anybody but me, but it was definitely there, and after only one day! I thought that was strange, because I remember from looking at Tony's photo album, it took him a while to start to grow. But I remembered what he told me Ivan said, that it works faster on older boys - puberty, I guess. And Tony was not even eight years old when he ate the secret plant. I resolved to stop by the library and read everything there was on the subject of puberty, hormones and that stuff. I wanted to grow as big as I could as fast as possible.

I flexed and examined myself from every angle. There was no doubt about it. My biceps were harder looking - more defined, and seemed to peak a bit higher than I remembered. My chest seemed to be pumped out, as if I had just finished a workout instead of having just woken up. The veins on my arms were popping out more than usual for the morning too. My abs looked a bit leaner and more ripped than the day before. Even my legs seemed to be pumped with muscle. And I felt strong enough to lift all day. Of course, that's just what I intended to do!

I then showered, and even though I had jerked off twice already that morning, I did it again in the shower. And once again I shot an absolutely huge load.

I decided that this was a good time to spend some of my hard saved money and buy a bunch of new weights. If I really couldn't overtrain, I definitely wanted to be able to work out all the time, and not just when the school gym was open - which it wasn't on the weekends. So, I rode my bike (That's right, no more rides from mom for me) to the sporting goods store five miles away, my pockets stuffed with my entire savings. Oshman's was selling cheap weight plates, the dense solid iron kind, and I bought three hundred pounds of them, a heavy-duty barbell bar, and two new dumbbell bars. With all the strength I knew I'd soon have, the old crappy set I had just wouldn't do. I also bought four extra heavy-duty canvas saddle bags for my bike.

Leaving the store with my purchases on a handcart, I placed the weights and dumbbell bars in the saddle bags, the barbell over my right shoulder, and sat on the seat - but the tires of my bike compressed down to the rim. I couldn't ride the bike with all this weight. By standing and walking the bike, though, it was able to handle the 300 plus pounds of weights and bars in the saddle bag. I began to walk home.

After a few minutes, I began to jog. The barbell bar laying on my right shoulder was just too heavy for me to do presses with one arm as I jogged, but I sure tried. I must have done about two hundred reps with my right arm, going up only half way or so, before I stopped, switched arms and then continued with my left. Then after a while, back to the right again. I remembered Ivan's warning. I wanted to stay symmetrical. I'd have to be careful about that.

When I got to the road that led straight up into my part of town, I was feeling so good, so powerful, like I could run forever. Indefatigable. (Now where did I hear that word, I thought? Maybe I was listening to our vocabulary lesson after all, and didn't know it.) My heart was pumping fast and strong, my breathing was a bit quick, but not as much as I should have been after the aerobic workout I just gave it. So, I turned to the right and headed down the long way around towards the Jr. High, around the park and the Kaiser Hospital complex slightly downhill all the way, until I arrived at the bottom of the Grade the "shortcut" up into my neighborhood. (Well, it would have been a shortcut if I hadn't been coming from the totally opposite direction.) I wanted to try to do what Tony did.

Taking much of the weight out of the bags, and setting it down next to the barbell bar at the side of the road, I left a total of 100 pounds on the bike (less than Tony did, but I wanted to make it all the way), climbed on, turned around for a while so I could get up to speed before hitting the slope, and then went for it. I got up to speed, the Grade began to slope upward, and my legs kept pumping. I pushed hard as I struggled to keep the bike at enough speed to keep from toppling over. My thighs and calves started to burn intensely, but I didn't stop. My heart was pounding, and I was breathing very quickly, but I kept going.

And I made it to the top! I collapsed on the grass at the side of the road, and, surprisingly, got my breath back in only a minute or two. I felt like I could do it again. So I did. Down the grade, and back up again as fast as I possibly could pump my throbbing legs. Then, collapsing on the grass only to fully recover in a minute or two. What a feeling. Looking down at my thighs I flexed my quads hard, and was shocked to see three separate muscle groups bulge out, including that teardrop shaped one above the inside of the knee, each well separated from the others and showing more definition than I had ever seen on my legs.

What I really wanted to do now was to spend more time on my favorite muscles - arms and chest. But, as I began to collect myself, I realized that two hundred pounds of my weights and the barbell bar were still at the bottom of the hill. Here's a chance for something else to test myself. Leaving my bike, bags, bars and weights at the top of the Grade, I ran down the hill carrying only two locking collars for the barbell. Reaching the bottom, I loaded the barbell with all two hundred pounds, turned, and looked up the hill.

This would be interesting. I figured that if held the barbell in front of me at shoulder level, walking up the Grade would be a hell of a workout. I jerked the weight up to my neck, and started to walk up the Grade. And let me tell you, I thought full squats were hard. This exercise made my hamstrings and butt flex and stretch and burn live you wouldn't believe. I had to stop three times before I made it to the top. When I reached the summit, the barbell crashed from my arms and I fell to the grass, unable to move my legs at will, watching them throb and shake, numerous veins clearly visible and pumping blood into my overworked leg muscles. But, after a couple of minutes, I felt almost fully recovered. I loaded up my bike, and pushed towards my house.

When I got home and carried my purchases, in three trips, into the garage, I set up the old weight bench that I hadn't much used since I started using the school gym, and finally began to work on my upper body.

For the next twelve straight hours, except for stopping briefly about six or seven times to eat huge quantities of food (and, I must admit, jerk-off), I lifted with that same incredible intensity and focus as I had the previous day. Mom had a date, but she trusts me to stay at home without a babysitter. (Finally - it only took 15 years!) My energy seemed limitless. My muscles pumped like never before. I felt stronger every set. I kept lifting and lifting, set after set of every exercise and movement I could think of. I worked every muscle from every angle over and over again. And TONS of ab work. I really wanted a stomach as hard and ripped as Tony's was. I was always drinking a lot of water, but never resting for more than a minute - usually less than that. Finally, I stopped at about twelve thirty, and I collapsed in my bed. But I couldn't sleep. My dick was so hard and I was so horny, I just had to jerk off again. That would be the ninth time today! This time, though, I tried to make it last instead of just getting off as quickly as possible.

It seemed to me that I had a bit more control than usual as I pumped my engorged dick. I brought myself to the edge of cumming several times, and then fought against release - each time the intensity was multiplied. When I finally shot, after about 30 minutes of that action, the load was incredible. It's like I hadn't cum in a week or something. Like this morning, my jizz shot so far it hit the ceiling, wave after wave (I lost count after twenty shots). I wondered how my body was producing all of that sperm, but I didn't care. It felt great.

This time, I had prepared to clean up after myself, with extra towels and such - forcing myself to wipe up everything before I collapsed. I cleaned my room of all wet spots and puddles, just barely finishing as my body fell into a deep sleep.

The next day was much the same as Saturday, but without the trip to the Oshman's. I slept a long time which, after the kind of workout I did the day before and the fact that I didn't go to sleep until about 1 am, was understandable. But still, I lifted for eleven hours straight - from 10 am to 9 pm - stopping only to eat, drink, and masturbate! Like the day before, I jerked off to orgasm over and over again during the day, seemingly without end. By the time I fell asleep, I had cum twelve times that first Sunday, and a huge load spewed out of me each time. What a stud I was! I was so intent on what I was doing, again I didn't even take time to examine my body in the mirror before I fell asleep. And I hadn't even done any of my homework that weekend.

My alarm woke me up at 6 am, a bit earlier than usual. I had some things I wanted to do before I went to school that day! Once again, my morning ritual was that mega-intense experience. But this time I did it quickly. I wanted to spend some time in front of the mirror before my shower.

What I saw when I looked at myself that morning was the best sight I had ever had. I looked like what I might have expected after one or two months of intensive bodybuilding, not a mere weekend of insane, non-stop training and eating. My shoulders were noticeably more muscular and clearly bulged out to each side, distinctly separating them from my upper arm muscles. I could even barely see a few small veins showing up on the front of each shoulder leading up from the biceps. My chest was pumped out more than usual without me even expanding my muscles or ribcage. Looking from the side and standing completely at rest, my chest was clearly sticking out further than before, and my stomach was actually concave. (there's another of those vocabulary words I wasn't listening to, but apparently learned.) You could see the ripples as my stomach curved inward without me holding it in or flexing at all. My biceps and triceps were bulging out, with two noticeable veins running up each of my biceps. My abs looked, well, just incredible. I thought I was fat-free before Tony gave me the plant - but I now saw a much different level of leanness. My abs, which had been just starting to show a six pack four days earlier now were virtually rippling with muscle. I could even see another row of abs just starting to become visible just at and under my navel. I was getting an eight pack!! I flexed my biceps, and almost came again at the sight. No doubt about it, my arms were bigger, leaner, and the biceps peaked higher than just a few days ago.

I got on the scale, and got quite a surprise. I weighed 139. That's a four pound increase in one weekend. And I was clearly leaner, which meant that I actually gained more than just four pounds of muscle. Pulling out my tape measure, I eagerly started checking myself. First my biceps: just over 13-1/2" That was over a half inch bigger than three days ago. And they were more than just bigger, they looked harder and felt harder too - I could barely squeeze them when I flexed tightly. And the shape was better too.

My chest measured out at 39-1/4", and my waist was 26-1/2". That was over an inch increase on my chest. And my waist actually shrank by 1/2", even though I now had bulging muscles there where before I had none. I didn't realize before that I had that much fat on my waistline, but now that it wasn't there, I sure saw the difference. Where had all the fat gone? Who cares!

By now I was totally hard again, and I noticed something for the first time: My dick was bigger. Not a lot bigger, but I knew that part of me so well, I could see even the slightest difference. Standing up with my dick at its most hard, the tip used to reach right to my navel. Now, it was clearly a bit above that spot. I started to jerk off again, watching myself flex in the mirror. I came hugely again, cleaned up the mirror, walls and ceiling, drank two huge glasses of water, and got into the shower. During the shower, I remained really horny and got off again. That's three times, and I hadn't even been up for a half hour! Eventually, though, I had to calm down and get ready for school.

School that day dragged on. Even though I hadn't done the homework for any of my classes, I actually did OK. I made some guesses when called on and fooled several of my teachers into thinking that I had done the assignments. I don't know how, I was just thinking really clearly.

I was also making an impression on my classmates. Several times during the day, friends of mine commented that I was looking bigger and more muscular. At lunch, a senior (!) girl stopped while walking by the table and said "nice arms" to me. I felt like such a stud.

That afternoon, back at the Jr. High painting their playground benches, I saw Tony with the weights. I finished up a bit earlier than I should have (I was working at very high speed, but I was still doing a good job. My body just seemed to be moving more efficiently today), and joined him at the weights area.

The first thing I did was strip off my sweatshirt. Tony's mouth hung open as he looked at me. "Dude! You're looking HUGE. After only a weekend you're way bigger and more muscular than you were." And he was right, I was. We started lifting together then, and though I still was nowhere near as strong as he was, I was A LOT stronger than I was the week before. Loading up 225 pounds on the bench press, I did three reps strictly. I couldn't believe it. Just a few days ago I couldn't do one at that weight, and now I did three strict reps.

"No doubt about it, dude. You're catching up to me, and quick!" Tony seemed happy for me, and not envious at the speed at which I was growing. •