Weight Room Inflation

The 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, showing up every day to lift weights.  Brad started his routine with a warm up of shooting baskets in the gym that ended with him throwing the ball across the room against the wall, catching it before turning at the waist and heaving it again. A bit unorthodox but it worked for Brad and he would keep up his game of catch until he had a good sweat going.

The other man had more of a bodybuilder’s build, at least from the waist up.  You never saw his legs as he worked out in baggy track pants no matter what time of year it was.  His name was Lee and from the waist up he had a decent muscled build. The man always wore tank tops that were either baggy enough to let his ripped muscled torso show or tight enough that even through the shirt every bump and bulge stood out.  No less consistent than Brad, Lee spent his fair share of his time hitting his abs and always ended his workout with bicep curls.  Brad always chuckled privately that everyday was arms day for Lee.

The two men went through their own workouts no different from any other night.  Brad was in his usual long baggy shorts and a sleeveless shirt.  He had his wrists and forearms wrapped and as he sat doing curls his forearms looked as big as his upper arms.  Lee got up from the bench and paced around the room between sets.  There was an air tank chained to a stand in front of the mirrors centered on one wall.  He had never noticed it before.  Lee walked up and checked it out.  The tank had a hose coiled over the top and a knob on the top.

“What’s with this?”  Lee asked glancing over to Brad while pointing.

Brad grunted as he finished his set.  “Don’t know.  Been here all week though.  Figured they use it to blow up exercise balls or something but why it’s in here is beyond me. Not like there’s a lot of room in here as it is.”

Lee wiped his forehead on a towel and looked at his reflection in the mirror flexing his chest as he leaned on the tank.  He absent-mindedly twisted the knob on the tank open and closed slightly as he rubbed the back of his neck with the towel.    Lee looked back at the tank as a thought came to his head.  He grabbed the hose and looked over at Brad, “I think I know what it’s for.”  With a grin he stuffed the hose into his mouth and started to pantomime in jolts as if his muscles were blowing up.  Lee raised up a bit more and flexed harder in stages as if his body was growing, bringing his arms out at his sides as though they were growing stiff and sticking his chest out.

Brad laughed, “I wish it was that easy.”  He was surprised at Lee’s sudden sense of humor.  The short guy had always seemed kind of cocky.

As Lee mugged his arm bumped the knob on the top of the tank releasing a bit of air into the hose, which twitched and stiffened.  The man felt the end of the hose swiftly balloon in his mouth.  Lee reached up and tried to pull the hose out of his mouth but the hose end swelled up like a ball gag filling his mouth.  Lee couldn’t open his mouth wide enough to remove the hose.  His jaws ached.  He reached over and tried to turn the knob closed but anyway he turned it the pressure seemed to grow.  Lee could feel the air flood into his body where it was trapped by the gag in his mouth.

Blind to what was happening across the room, Brad had picked up a 70-pound dumbbell and sat back down on the bench as he prepared to push it over his head and work his triceps.  He glanced over with the weight on his thigh as Lee wildly pantomimed with the hose in his mouth.  “Never knew you were such a joker.”  Brad pulled the earpieces of his ipod back in place and pushed the weight over his head turning his attention back to his own workout as Lee waved at him and mumbled trying to ask for help.  

As Brad continued with his workout oblivious, the man with the air hose planted in his face looked back at his reflection.  His muscles were indeed swelling.  He could hear a steady stretching sound as if his muscles were rubber inflating with air.  Lee’s muscled arms rose at his sides as his baggy tank shifted over his lean ripped torso in response to the swelling mounds underneath.  Lee stopped struggling with the hose and stared in awe at what was happening.

Brad struggled as he forced the weight up for the tenth time and then leaned over and let the weight drop to the padded floor with a thud.  The strong man caught his breath as he sat on the end of the bench.  After a few seconds his eyes drifted over to Lee, surprised to find the crazy guy was standing there with the hose still in his mouth.  Brad chuckled as he looked at him.  ‘How’s he do that?’  Brad thought as he watched the man stare into the mirror as he flexed his body making it look as if his muscles were blowing up.  ‘Figures the guy would turn out to be a fucking mime. The squirrelly bastard.’  Brad noticed for the first time that he could see an outline of the man’s thick legs under his always tent-like pants.  ‘So he actually does work his legs, wonder when?’  Brad watched, as Lee’s black nylon pants grew tighter.  The short man’s bubbled ass seemed to rise out of the folds of material and swell.  Brad slowly stood up as he watched, as the seams on Lee’s pants first grew puckered and then began to pop.  He stepped toward Lee and asked, “What you doing there big guy?”

Lee pulled his panicked face from the mirror and with eyes opened wide, looked at Brad.  He stepped toward the man with his hands out.  Lee’s arms were enormously muscled and his shirt was skintight now.  Lee grabbed at Brad’s t-shirt pulling him nearer as he patted his own chest that was swelling out the sides of his shirt.  Lee grabbed the hose in his mouth and opened his jaws as wide as he could.  All Brad could see was a large black ball.

Brad grabbed the hose and tugged.  Lee’s head bobbed in response.  He put his free hand on the man’s forehead and pulled harder.  The hose showed no signs of coming out of Lee’s mouth.  Brad pushed him aside and tried to shut down the tank.  The pressure seemed to grow stronger when he turned one direction causing Lee to mumble panicked as he felt the pressure grow within his body.  When Brad spun the control the opposite direction, it did nothing but turn loosely in his hand.

Brad’s attention was drawn back to Lee as he began to moan.  The man looked as though he was flexing every muscle on his body at once.  His body was painfully trying to erupt from his clothes.  The ass of Lee’s pants split open just as his huge legs erupted from the shiny nylon cocoons.  Seconds later his shirt ripped away.  The man stood with his legs spread wide as his muscles stood out as if trying to pop through the shiny tan layer of skin.  Lee’s head looked down and to his sides as he watched all this.

Brad didn’t know what to do as he turned back to where the hose was attached to the tank.  The hose was threaded into the fitting and without tools there was no way to remove it.   Brad felt the man slapping him on the back.  The strong man turned back to Lee as the enormously muscled man could be heard mumbling, “Help me!  Help me!”  

Brad didn’t know what to do and raised his hands in a questioning manner.  “I…I… don’t I…”

Lee’s hand dropped to his thickly quilted abs on his still small waist as a ball began to rise up under his muscles.  Brad knew Lee’s tight waist was his pride and joy as he often wore skin tight shirt when he left the gym just to show it off and always seemed to be rubbing it when he talked or flexing as he check it out in the mirror.   Now the man was sprouting an instant roid gut as he stood in the center of the weight room.  Lee’s muffled cries grew louder as his belly grew.   The man soon looked like he had an exercise ball stuffed under his abs forcing them out like thick bands.  

Lee seemed to stop inflating then.  Well he stopped swelling at least.  The tank still hissed but Lee’s body looked as though it had reached maximum capacity.  The man began to grunt and his body quivered.

Brad didn’t know what to do but was afraid the hugely muscled man was seconds away from popping like a balloon.  Brad began to back away as Lee watched him with pleading eyes.  Time seemed to stand still as Lee stood like a muscled covered sumo wrestler as every muscle on his body quivered.  Brad was afraid and pulled his thick arms over his head and turned away expecting the room to be splattered with Lee’s remains momentarily.  As the big man cowered and looked down he saw the hose fall limp near his feet as he heard grunt and a loud thud.  Brad looked up and was happy not to find any gore.  He turned back to Lee and found the enormously muscled man lying on his back in the middle of the floor.  Brad ran to his side as the man rocked with his muscled legs bent in the air.  

Lee was dazed as Brad helped him to his feet.  The two weightlifters looked at the man who minutes before might have weighed 190.  He now looked like he was pushing 350 and every inch of him was covered with vein-covered plump muscles.  All he wore was a black jock that held his privates in a tight bag and his shoes.

“Are you all right?”

“A..a…yeah, I guess.  Look at me.  I’m a fucking blimp!”

“What happened?  I thought you were gonna explode.”

“Me too.  I don’t know the pressure got so bad I thought I couldn’t take any more and the hose went limp and fell out of my mouth.  The next thing I know you was helping me up.”

“How…”

Lee interrupted, “You know as much as I do.”  All the swollen muscle restricted the man’s movement.  Every little move made him look as if he was flexing as hard as he could.

Brad reached down and picked up the end of the hose.  It looked like any other air hose, there was no sign of the ball gag on the end.  He reached over and opened the control slightly the hose hissed and shut down when he closed it.

“Be careful with that thing man!”

Brad coiled the hose and put it on the tank.  He turned back to Lee, “You sure you’re all right?”

“Well except for looking like I should be floating in the air, I feel normal.”  Brad looked into the mirror as he ran his hand over his huge chest and shoulder.  “I’ve got to get out of here but I can’t go out on the street with nothing to wear but a jock.”

Brad  walked over to his large gym bag and dug through the belts and junk in the bag and pulled out a cotton pair of baggy pants and handed them to Lee.  These aught to stretch out enough.”

“Thanks.”  The big man struggled into the gray pants that fit his muscled legs like tights.  The man looked in the mirror again and spread his arms wide, turning his hands upward  and grunted.  He turned and started waddling toward the door to the hall.  

“Hey your bag”, Brad picked up the man’s gym bag and handed it to him.

Dazed Lee said, “Thanks”.  The man paused and peaked into the hall looking both ways before he slipped into the hallway and disappeared.

Brad was just as shocked as what had happened.  He went through the efforts of continuing his work out.  He pulled a worn leather belt out of his bag and strapped it around his waist.  He needed to do some weighted dips before he finished his workout.  He got as far as hooking a 45 - pound plate to the belt before he sat down with the plate between his legs.  

Brad reached down and adjusted his raging hard on under his shorts.  What had happened had  turned him on.  He looked over at the door and was glad that he was alone.  He was sure he could have hung a hat off the tented front of his shorts ever since he tried to pull the hose out of Lee’s mouth.  The big man had never shared the fact with anyone that muscle inflation was such a turn on.  He wondered if Lee had noticed his excitement but doubted the man was aware of anything more than his own inflation.  Brad couldn’t keep his eyes off the air tank across the room.  This was crazy, who had ever heard of anything like this outside of some crazy Internet sites.  Brad unhooked the chain and plate from the belt strapped around his waist and stood up.  The big man walked over to the air tank and opened and shut the valve on top again listening to the hiss.

Brad looked over to some pegs on the wall where several lifting belts were hung.  He walked over as he pulled his t-shirt from his body.  Brad grabbed another leather belt and put it on so that it rested on top of the one he wore, corseting his entire waist in thick sweat stained leather.  Brad grabbed a wide padded one that had a Velcro closure and layered it over the other two.  He walked back to the air tank.

Brad stood looking at the end of the hose as he played with the control knob.  There was no change to the hose as there had been when it lodged in Lee’s mouth.  The strong man looked at his reflection in the mirror with a grin.  He stuffed the hose in his mouth and opened the knob on the tank.  Instantly he felt the hose balloon as it filled his mouth until it was firmly locked in.  Then pressure flashed through his entire body like a spark and he felt his muscles involuntarily flex as if he was doing the last rep of a forced set with every muscle in his body. He could hear the leather around his waist creak dryly and the constant hiss.  Brad looked down as his pecs and shoulders swelled.  The man’s muscled body sounded like leather stretching as his muscles inflated.  His forearms felt tight and he realized he had left his straps on.  The man tugged at the left one unraveling the material as the straps on his right arm were ripped to pieces.  Brad’s body trembled as he glanced back into the mirror as his strong body now ballooned thanks to the hose in his mouth.  The man grunted as he felt his muscles forced to grow by the crazy air tank.  Brad’s blue eyes flashed and he broke into a smile that revealed black rubber wedged behind his shiny white teeth.