What makes a great muscle growth story?

Muscle growth stories aren't stories in the strictest traditional sense. They are, rather, sort of like trapeze acts. Nobody worries whether a trapeze act has the traditional rising action/falling action progression because it's not about drama, but instead is an exhibition of power and eroticism. There are a few real similarities to traditional stories. For instance, there is almost always a person that is the central protagonist that represents the audience.

(Disclaimer: I try to slip in as many traditional story elements. This is because I was inspired by guys that CAN tell a good story, like Morpheus, and I think a muscle growth story should be a good, enjoyable story too, just like any other kind of escapist reading.)

In all honesty, the actual growth itself is the least interesting part of the story for me. The sexiest and most erotic questions come from asking, "okay, this guy's a muscle stud. So NOW what?"

If there's any kind of story that erotic ones most resemble, it would be horror, because the purpose of every single word is to create an atmosphere, a very primal emotion. For horror, it's fear and dread. For muscle male stories, it's an even older emotion.

ALWAYS, ALWAYS begin a muscle growth story with something erotic, or a promise of something erotic. It should be in the very first sentence. If you don't have that, just start it off with a character's randy wants or longings.

I'm trying to remember where my love of muscle guys came from, but I seem to remember this one guy I knew in Middle School at the time of my sexual awakening. His name was Ford, and he was an overdeveloped guy a head taller than nearly any other kid that year. He had immense physical development and muscles: I mostly remember he had thighs that were tree-trunk thick in soccer shorts. There were rumors he was extremely well-endowed and had a guinea pig in his pants. And he was certainly very good looking: the guy looked like Zack Morris. It goes without saying he was a great athlete. Every single girl, and I mean every single girl, was in love with him, myself included. His nicknames included "Steroids" and "Sexy Ford."

What struck me as interesting is how other guys seemed to, well, defer to him. It was totally unspoken, but it seemed when he hung around guys, his head towering over them, they didn't talk until he listened. He gave an opinion, the rest agreed.

Incidentally, for those interested in some readings involving physically perfect muscle men, I recommend a very interesting book from the 11th Century by Abu Bakr Muhammad ibn Abd al-Malik ibn Muhammad ibn Tufail al-Qaisi al-Andalusi (*gasp*). Like an 11th Century Islamic Michael Crichton, Ibn Tufail was a doctor and physician who became a bestselling novelist. His book Philosophus Autodidactus was one of the earliest known science fiction novels, and fascinatingly enough, was a story based on the scientific speculation of its day. The main character is a flawless, physically perfect and strong wild man that is created by "spontaneous generation" in a cavern. Gifted both mentally and physically, the stud's hard bod runs naked in the jungle, getting all sun-bronzed...until he has contact with some sailors.

Interestingly enough, the novel described resurrection as possible using medical techniques.