Chapter #5Julian the Latino Muscle Boy by: citywalker  After landing on the green square, Julian said aloud, "Hm, Green. Wonder what that would mean."
"Well, only one way to find out," Adam said, motioning to the stack of cards and jabbing his elbow into Julian's side in fun.
"OWW!" Julian cried playfully. "Stop that!" He stuck out his tongue at Adam and started to jump at his friend to tackle him, but was stopped by Ian's large hand.
"Would you just pick up the card?" Ian impatiently asked. "I want it to be my turn again!"
"Fine, fine," Julian chuckled. "Take it easy there, big guy." He reached over and picked the next card off of the stack, turning it over. It, too was blank, and the three boys waited to see what would appear on it. After a moment, the word "Muscle" in big, bold letters faded into view.
"All right!" Julian pumped his fist in the air. "I get to bulk up!"
Below the word, a picture of a spinner appeared. "Wait, it says you need to spin now?" Ian asked, scratching his head. "I'm confused. What spinner?"
"Maybe that spinner?" Adam said, pointing to the middle of the board. Sure enough, a brightly-painted wooden spin wheel was now there.
"Whoa," Ian's eyes went even bigger than they already were. "I could've sworn that wasn't there a second ago."
"Who cares?" Julian exclaimed. "I want to get some MUSCLE!"
He took the spinner by the center and got ready. It was a very large spinner, having room for numbers from 1-100. Taking a deep breath, he let it loose. It seemed to spin forever, finally slowing down and coming to a stop.
"72!" Adam cried out. "Boy, I bet that's good!"
Sure enough, bold text appeared on the bottom half of the card: "You will grow 72 pounds of muscle!"
Julian jumped to his feet, getting in position. "Here it comes! I can feel it!"
His muscles had started to pulsate, visible through his shirt to the other boys, who watched in wonder. They began to push outward, swelling bigger and bigger. Julian's wide frame got even wider, as pound after pound of muscle appeared on his chest and arms, pushing his shoulders apart. He looked at both biceps as they increased in size, and his shirt began to tighten, his enlarging muscles forcing the fabric to split apart.
"Oh, yeah," Julian moaned in pleasure. "That's it! Ah, I feel so GREAT!"
While his legs didn't get as much benefit as his torso, they certainly still had gotten bigger. His jeans were now nearly skin-tight, revealing a firm bubble-butt, and in the front a noticeable bulge seemed to be yearning to break free. As the final stages of growth hit, his shirt finally tore completely open down the middle and his sleeves tore. Julian kept the ripped shirt on like a vest, liking how it framed his large pecs and rippled abs.
Adam couldn't help but lean closer to Julian and place his hand, feeling the warmth and firmness of his chest. Julian didn't mind, in fact causing his pectoral muscle to flex under Adam's touch, causing the still-small boy to jump a little in fright.
"What do you think?" Julian asked his friends.
"It's okay," Ian said with a grin. "I still like mine better."
"I think," Adam said, "That it's my turn!" He picked up the dice and started to roll them, excited to begin his turn and see what the game had in store for him.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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