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Hey all, another new story here. Different from anything I've come up with before. Hopefully everyone will enjoy it.

Usual disclaimer applies.

Chapter 1:

"I really think you should take the deal," my lawyer said to me from across the table.

"But they're gonna perform medical experiments on me," I nearly yelled. "And they won't tell me what they are!"

"Carlos," my lawyer sighed. "I can only imagine what they're going to do to you, but it's only for 5 years, otherwise you'll be locked up in prison for at least 10 before you get a chance for parole."

I leaned back in my chair and groaned, running my hands through my hair. Stupid me had gotten busted twice for grand theft auto, once while already on parole. I was now facing as my lawyer said at least 10 years in prison before I would come up for parole, which if I didn't get would mean I'd serve 15 years.

My parents had hired a good lawyer for me, as much as I didn't deserve it but even he couldn't do much for my case. Two counts of grand theft auto in two years didn't sit well with a judge. I had resigned myself to serving my time when the prosecution came back with this offer: serve 5 years at a minimum security prison in exchange for "volunteering" to participate in medical experimentation for the government.

"Remember they're even going to pay you if you decide to do this," my lawyer reminded me. "$100,000.00 a year, tax free. When your out of prison, you'll be set for awhile, be able to get your life on track AND," he added with emphasis. "Your record will be expunged!"

"It just doesn't add up to me!" I shouted, slamming my fists on the table, causing the guard to take a step closer, reminding me of his presence. "Why are they offering me all this? I know it's cause they're doing something real fucked up at this place and you know it too!" I said pointing across the table.

"Carlos," the lawyer sighed again. "The decision is yours, but you only have until the end of the day to take the offer," he said as he stood. "Your parents hired me to give you the best legal advice I could and defend you to the best of my ability. As we both know, you haven't given me much to defend. As your lawyer, I can't tell you what to do, but I can tell you when there's a good offer on the table and I think this is one. 5 years vs. at least 10, maybe more, plus you get paid!"

"But no one will tell me what they're going to do to me!" I yelled.

"That's the risk you need to decide if you're comfortable enough taking," my lawyer said, picking up his briefcase. "I've got another client I need to go see," he said, heading for the cell door, the guard moving into place to open it. "Call me if you want to take it. You have 'til 5PM."

I watched him leave the cell and start walking freely away. Suddenly it hit me that it would be at least 10 years before I could do that if I didn't take this strange deal. Quickly I made up my mind.

"I'll do it!" I called after him, standing from my chair.

He stopped and turned around. "You sure?"

"I'm sure," I nodded.

"I think you're making the right choice," he said. "I'll let them know. You'll be hearing from me soon."

With that he left. Shortly thereafter I was escorted back to my cell by the guard and locked in, left to think about whether or not I had just made the best or worst decision of my life.

Chapter 2:

It had been a year since I had accepted the deal so graciously offered to me by the prosecution/government. I can say graciously now 'cause in the year since I had accepted the deal, I'd had the easy life. Sure I was in prison but from what I could judge, it was a really nice one. And although I was kept in solitary confinement nearly all the time aside from visits from guards or a doctor, I could do whatever I wanted. Whatever I wanted as long as I worked out.

My cell was huge - I knew that from being in jail. My cell at the prison had windows (barred of course) but I could see outside which I appreciated. I had no idea where I was as when I was taken here a day after accepting the deal, I had been blindfolded for the ride. I could tell by the view though that I was somewhere out in the country - lush, rolling meadows and hills were what I could see from my windows and more importantly, no fence. I always kept that thought in the back of my mind.

My cell was equipped with numerous workout equipment - a treadmill, a stationary bike, a Cybex and weights, lots of weights. Once a day, a trainer/ guard would come in and work with me, giving me new excersizes to do. For 5 hours a day, not including the time I spent with a trainer, I was expected to workout.

Needless to say in the year since I've been here I've added a lot of muscle and I'm now in the best shape of my life. There's probably not an once of fat on me and that's after eating whatever I want.

Everyday I am presented with a blank sheet of paper and a pencil and am instructed to write down whatever I want for the next day's three meals. I've tried to come up with the most outlandish things I can think of, even things that sound disgusting, that I would never want to eat, like liver and onions covered in peanut butter, but everyday they bring me whatever I come up with and I always ending up eating it. The intense workouts I do nearly all day always leave me famished so I gladly accept and wolf down whatever I'm given.

Last week I had a visit from the doctor, an older gentleman, quiet and kind. He's been seeing me at least once a week since I've arrived. Last week I weighed in at 265 lbs of pure muscle. At 5'9", I was now nearly as broad as I was tall - every muscle I had bulged through my tan hairless skin. I was a beast. I had the body of a heavy weight competitive body builder.

I was now sure I had made the best decision of my life as I assumed that the government wanted to see what an average guy could become following an intense workout routine. Prior to me taking this "gig" as I liked to think of it, I had been in good shape, something of a rarity in today's world of obese Americans. I was sure the government just wanted to remember what an American could actually be with some hard work, instead of just a big fat blob.
Chapter 3:

I'm now two and a half years into my sentence.  Six months ago is when things started to get weird. My intense daily workouts continued and I continued to gain muscle. I was instructed to focus much of my attention on my legs which had grown considerably as a result.

My legs were massive - my thighs now rubbed together almost uncomfortably so when I walked. My calves were huge, almost the size that my thighs used to be. My ass also grew and stuck out like a shelf behind me. The weirdest change though was that my waist, more specifically my hips also grew.

Six months back, I began getting daily visits from the doctor who would pull down my shorts, bend me over and give me a shot in my bare ass. This is when I started noticing my hips widening.  

Yesterday, the doctor measured my waist and I was shocked to hear the number said aloud.

"58"," he stated as he marked the number down on my chart.

I could only guess what they were doing to me now and why they wanted me to be so in shape yet have this massive waist. My stomach was still flat and rippling but now rather than tapering down to a "V", my body now had almost an hour glass shape - broad at the shoulders and chest due to my workouts, then tapering a little down my torso, only to widen again at my waist. A 58" waist now meant that I really was only a little more than a foot taller than I was wide. Insane... What the hell were they doing to me?
Chapter 4:

Two and a half years into my "tenure", I was a muscled freak of nature. I had to turn to the side whenever I went through a door frame now that I was less than a foot shorter than I was wide.

As I said, at this point my waist was 58" wide. Over the time I'd been here, that was an increase of 36". Finally though my daily doctor's visit no longer included a shot in the ass. Instead I was given a daily shot in my abdomen below my belly button. What the hell were they doing to me now?



-- Edited by theKicking on Saturday 5th of March 2011 10:39:15 AM

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-- Edited by hersheybears26 on Friday 22nd of July 2011 09:39:23 AM

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If this is the story you were talking about, then it's here, it's just kind of deep in the bowels of this forum section because it hasn't been updated in a while. 

http://mpregcentral.activeboard.com/t41617917/echoes-from-the-paternity-ward/

Speaking of no updates in a while, this is a fine story you've got going on here Brimmingbelly, but what's up with "Knocked Up Nights?" I miss that one! no



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Guys, don't post up random story requests in an actual story thread. Make a new one please...

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:(? Sorry, I was just trying to help him/her, and asking the author of both KUN and this story a question...



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TheMysteriousBlue wrote:

:(? Sorry, I was just trying to help him/her, and asking the author of both KUN and this story a question...

 No, it's alright. I was really addressing Hersheybear anyway ^^



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