My Uncle's Gym
By: BigMike

My uncle runs a gym. We live out in the middle of fuckin no place in the Florida panhandle, up by the Alabama border. Scrub pine and swamp. Nothing much to do except drive around, hang out at the gym and get wasted on the weekends.

My uncle Ray used to be in the Marines. He's a real redneck. Thirty nine, divorced twice, lives out on about ten acres so there's nobody much around. Been living there the last couple of years. He can be a real hardass but he's OK. The last couple summers I've been working part time at his gym.

He used to be a body builder, won some amateur competitions back in the day. He's six-four and is a rock-solid 225 pounds. He always says he never went in for steroids, which is why he didn't get farther on the body builder circuit. "I always gained the natural way." He is in fucking amazing shape. He says he has to be, cause he's his own best advertising for his gym. It's a small place, not part of the big chains. A lot of ex military work out there, hardcore jocks and some of his redneck buddies. There's no fancy cardio machines and the other "fitness center" bullshit. Just guys working their asses off to get bigger.

When I first moved in to Ray's place about three years ago, I was on the skinny side. I'm about 5'10 and always had a bitch of a time gaining weight. He started working with me, getting me lifting, and started me on a whole bunch of supplements and herbal shit that he uses to put on muscle. Slowly but surely I started gaining. Now I'm around 170, lean and cut, but I still got to work hard to keep it all on. Ray

always said he started out a skinny little shit like me. I used to wonder how he got so fucking big without steroids or shit like that. Finally I found out.

There was another guy working there, Dylan. He was a couple years ahead of me in school, kind of an asshole, never hung out with him too much. Used to see him smoking with his buddies out in the parking lot, working on their piece-of-shit cars. I was pretty surprised when Ray hired him to come in and clean the gym after hours, but figured my uncle knew what he was doing, cause he can size people up pretty good.

I was working there part time but working a couple other jobs too, cleaning pools and painting houses and shit like that. I was at the gym one Tuesday night when it was pretty dead, just dicking around doing arm curls, working on my biceps. Closing was 11 and usually Dylan came in by nine thirty to get started, finishing up by midnight. It was almost ten forty five and no Dylan. Ray was covering the desk cause hardly anybody was there. I heard the door bang open and heard Ray start chewing Dylan out when he finally dragged his butt in.

"What the fuck, Dylan? Where the fuck you been?"

"Chill out. I'm here."

"You're gonna be out on your ass if you keep it up, fucker. I don't pay you to come in whenever you damn well please."

"Listen asshole you're lucky I even came in tonight. Was gonna tell you tomorrow, but guess what, I quit."

"Oh yeah?"

"I'm outta this shitty town. Moving to Texas and getting out of this fuckwad county."

"Spose you still want your last paycheck, am I right?"

I couldn't see them but I could hear how Dylan changed his tune realizing he still needed to get paid.

"Well ... yeah."

"OK fine. You quitting saves me firing your ass. Get the place cleaned up and then come to my office and I'll give you your check. And don't fucking slack off with the mop or else no check, fucker, understand?"

"Yeah, yeah."

Dylan came around the corner, passing me, turning to flip Ray the bird with both hands when he was sure Ray couldn't see him. He saw me.

"Your uncle is a fuckhead. So fucking glad to be getting out of here man. I am done with this place."

He went off to the janitor's closet, and I finished up my last couple of sets. It was raining out, so the last diehards who were working out headed to the locker room, took their showers and split. I was killing time since I had to ride back with Ray, so I did a couple of sets of crunches and then went to the steam room.

Even though the gym was small, Ray had a steam room in the guys locker room. It could only fit about six guys at once (four if Ray was in there) but Ray always liked unwinding in the steam after he worked out. I was alone in there, so I cranked up the steam and laid down and stretched out. I figured Dylan would come by to switch off the power - that was one of the last things on the close-down checklist - or else Ray would come by to tell me he was ready to go. I lay there, spacing out, planning what I was going to do this weekend, wondering if Ray would notice if I stole some of his good weed to go get high with my buddies.

I woke up in the steam room wondering where the hell everybody was. When I get spaced out like that I can't tell how long I've been in there, but I was dizzy and overheated and thirsty. The steam had shut itself off, and the steam room was cold and dripping. Did Ray forget to come get me? I grabbed my towel and left the steam room. His office had a door that led to the front of the gym, and another door that led into the locker room. I walked through the empty locker room and got a long drink from the water fountain, dizzy as shit. I sat down for a second on one of the benches, wiping the sweat out of my eyes. And that's when I heard the noise.

It was like grunting, like the sound a dude makes when he is trying to deadlift a really fucking heavy weight. Then a big exhale, but real fucking loud, like steam blowing out of a vent in the steam room. It was coming from Ray's office. so I walked closer. The door was a little ways open. I heard it again, a long grunt. Then a big whooshing exhalation. I stopped short of the door. Was he jerking off in there? Wouldn't have been the first time I caught him fisting his horsedick when he was sitting behind his desk after hours. But this sounded a little different. After each grunt came a cracking sound, like cartilage snapping, like when you bent a turkey leg back. What the fuck was that sound? Where the fuck was Dylan?

I pushed open the door. I just about froze to the spot. I wiped the sweat out of my eyes. Holy fucking shit.

Ray's broad back was to me. He had his shirt off, and sweat was rolling down his back, staining his sweat pants at the crack of his butt. He roared again, flexing all the muscles in his body, his massive arms reaching around in front of him. But the sound of his roaring was muffled, because his mouth was full. Full of Dylan.

I could see Ray's front reflected in the full length mirror in his office. Dylan's clothes were lying in a heap on the floor, looking like they'd been ripped to pieces. Ray made a huge effort, and his jaw stretched open, making that cracking sound. Dylan's ass was wedged in between Ray's widely stretched lips. I recognized the skull tattoo that Dylan had on his left buttcheek, I'd seen it in the showers. Ray had his hands gripped on Dylan's hamstrings, and he shoved him another foot or so into his mouth, Dylan's butt slipping in between Rays' lips. Now it was going faster. Ray had a rhythm going, just like when he was lifting weights. GRUNT - crack, stretch - SHOVE - EXHALE. Ray's spit was drooling out all over Dylan's legs, which were kicking feebly. I watched the reflection, and watched Ray's back muscles flexing and turning red, dripping with sweat. His eyes were closed. He had Dylan's legs in to the knee, then halfway down his calves.

He was swallowing the fucker whole.

I couldn't fucking believe it. I couldn't move. I could barely breathe. I didn't want to make a sound. Sweat was dripping into my eyes. My heart was pounding like I'd run ten miles. This was fucking dangerous shit. I could feel the heat coming off my uncle's back.

Now the going was easy. Only Dylan's feet were sticking out of Ray's mouth. He closed his lips around Dylan's ankles, and gulped loudly. Dylan's feet slurped into Ray's mouth. Ray straightened up out of his slightly hunched posture, and walked over to face the mirror. He reached his hands up to his jaw, and wrenched it back into place with a loud crack. His goatee was dripping with spit and sweat, and Ray slid one forearm across his mouth.

I couldn't believe a dude could swallow another dude. But then looking at Ray, I sure as fuck believed it now.

His belly which was ordinarily flat, was bulged out like a swollen beachball, the skin stretched taut. Ray checked himself out in the mirror and thumped his belly. He leaned his head back a little and let out a huge fucking belch. Then he looked back in the mirror and his expression changed. He got that look like when he's about to lift his max.

He planted his feet a little wider apart, and then brought his arms up in a double bicep curl. He flexed his muscles, showing his big guns off. He flexed them harder and harder, his face contorting and turning red. He began to grunt. I wiped the sweat out of my eyes so I could see.

His biceps were swelling, the veins popping out. His shoulder muscles were expanding, getting bigger. He broke out of the double bicep, and starting flexing his arms in front of him, making his chest muscles taut. His pecs began to swell, and he grinned at himself in the mirror. He relaxed for a second, and I saw that his gut was starting to contract. He stood with his arms and legs spread, the muscles all over his body pumping up like he'd just spent two hours lifting his maximum. Sweat rolled off him and it felt like the room went up ten degrees. He belched a few more times, his gut shrinking. I could see his back muscles broadening, his thighs and calves getting getting even more pumped and solid.

I saw the normally big and heavy bulge in his shorts also growing, his gray sweatpants pouching out in the crotch.

It was right then that I realized that I had a huge hardon that was dripping like crazy.

Ray kept on with his posing routine, doing a few more bicep flexes. He ran his hands down his gut, now flat as always. I heard his belly gurgle loudly.

I was in awe. I just whispered, "Holy fucking shit."

And that's when he saw me in the mirror.

My heart about stopped. He just fucking swallowed a dude whole, stretched his jaw wide open and stuffed Dylan in. What the fuck was he going to do to me?

But Ray turned around and had a big smile on his face.

"Was gonna show you sooner or later. So now you know."

He took a step toward me. I couldn't move. He looked at me up and down.

"So, ya little fucker. Ready to learn?"

On the drive back home he told me a few things: the mind-over-body techniques he'd learned from a buddy back in the Marines. Hypnosis and mental power. Ultimate control over your physical self. Muscle growth and metabolism boosting. The hunger that went along with it. Training he'd had from shamans, learning about herbs and supplements that allowed the incredible feats of body transformation.

He looked over at me. "There's a lot to learn here, Mike. Can't do it all in one day. Took me years. But you got it in you, I can tell. But I bet you want to know why... right?"

I nodded. I couldn't say anything. There was a lot I was trying to take in.

"Power. Eat or be eaten. That little fucker, he was trying to go up against me. He didn't know what he was in for. I was going to let him go, didn't set out on swallowing him, but he got pissed off, lost control, took a swing at me. That was it. Tackled the guy, got him pinned, stripped him down naked like I like. He thought I was going to fuck him, rape his ass. I think he liked the idea. Might have done it if I wasn't so fucking hungry. Took his head in my hands and just cracked my jaw open and shoved him down. It's like powerlifting, once you commit, you can't stop. Instinct grabs you, your mind shuts down and every muscle in your body is just fucking tell you to fill your belly. And then your digestion kicks in, muscle growth that would take weeks happens in minutes. Got to deal with all the fuel. Guys who don't know how to do that, they end up with a beer belly you wouldn't fucking believe."

I started to ask, "What happens to ... the rest ... ?"

Ray just grinned. "Well, when we get home, your uncle Ray's gonna have to take a dump that could fill a wheelbarrow." He punched me on the shoulder, laughing at my expression.

"Get ready, buddy. Got a lot to show you. Power's yours now."

We kept driving. Tomorrow, my training started.

The End