I was leaning on the lockers by the front door after school, waiting for my brother Josh when I heard the commotion. I looked up just in time to see Rob Forester come tearing down the corridor full speed toward the front door. Rob was a Running Back on the football team. He was pretty built, and he liked to show it off, always wearing tight shirts so that the shape of his broad shoulders and large pecs were clearly visible. But his size and speed looked completely out of place indoors. In fact, it was kind of frightening.
The other kids, who were still hanging around, leapt to get out of his way. I was just about to join them when I caught sight of another figure, far bigger than Rob, running after him. Now, I thought Rob was fast, but his pursuer was faster. In less then a second, he caught up with the football player, grabbed him with one massive hand, picked him up and shoved him up against the lockers. I heard a metallic crunch as the lockers bent inward.
“Where you going, Forester?” asked the massive one, who couldn’t possibly be anyone but my brother Josh. “We weren’t finished.”
“Fuck you,” said Rob.
Josh’s massive, ripped biceps barely twitched as he slammed Rob against the lockers again. There was another crash as the metal dented further. A cocky grin lit up Josh’s face as he saw the destruction he was causing.
I have to tell you it was kind of hot, the sight of the six foot tall, two hundred and twenty pound Running Back being effortlessly shoved around by my behemoth of a brother. Since Christmas, Josh had stood at six foot eleven and weighed a whopping five hundred and twelve pounds, most of it muscle. Before that he was a lot smaller—about five foot eight, one hundred thirty five pounds (but that’s another story). And ever since that amazing day when he exploded with size and muscle, he’d been having one hell of a good time showing off his mass and power. He loved it when people stared at him. And just in case they had any doubt about how much muscle he had, he’d torn the arms off of most of his specially tailored shirts, so everyone could see his enormous striated shoulders—framed by the ragged torn edges of his shirt—his inhumanly massive bis and tris, and his tree trunk forearms. Most people found it hard to concentrate when he was around. And he really got off on it.
Of course, I knew gigantic Josh shouldn’t be manhandling big Rob, but it didn’t stop me from getting a little stiff at the sight. It had been just over a month since Josh had changed and he had spent a lot of it, settling old scores. Most of the jocks in school used to rag on skinny little Josh about his saxophone and his band geek status. Sometimes they’d even shoved him around. So I guess it was only natural for him to return the favor now that he towered over the tallest of them, and had huge powerful biceps more than five times the size of any of theirs. And for some reason, Rob seemed to be his favorite victim.
A cocky grin exploded over Josh’s face as he completely eclipsed his prey with his immense bulk. He lifted a small black case and waved it in front of the frightened jock, the cords in his gigantic forearms undulating as he dangled it from one thick finger. “Now, what were you going to say about this?” I knew what was in that case; it was Josh’s saxophone.
“That the saxophone is the coolest instrument on the planet—” stuttered Rob.
“That’s right,” grinned Josh, tensing his neck and making the incredibly thick sinew bulge within it, “and what else?”
“That only the coolest people get to play it,” said Rob, swallowing hard.
“You’re doing good so far—” said Josh menacingly. “Go on.”
“The band rocks,” said Rob, like he had a bad taste in his mouth.
“And—?” prompted Josh, grinning wider, flexing his enormous pecs until a button popped off his strained shirt and hit Rob in the face.
Rob squeezed his eyes shut and spat the next few words out like he was in physical pain while he said them. “Football games are only a lame excuse for the half time band show.”
Josh eased his grip and let Rob go. “That wasn’t so bad, now was it?”
Rob glared up at him, turned and started down the hall.
“Next time, we’re going to work a little on your sincerity,” Josh called after him. “Oh, and tomorrow tell your mom to give you a little more money for lunch. A sparrow couldn’t fill himself on five bucks. I was hungry all day.”
Rob paused for a moment. It looked like he was going to explode. But instead he just clenched his fists and kept walking down the hall. He threw me a sideways glance as he passed. It looked like he wanted to say something, but he didn’t.
Chuckling Josh watched him go, retrieved his button from the floor, and then walked over to me. “Mom’ll kill me if I lose any more of these,” he said popping the button into his pocket. “You ready to go, bro?” We were going to the gym.
“Did you really have to do that?” I asked.
“Oh come on, those guys gave me nonstop crap about my sax. And I know you’ve gotten your share of shit from them, too. You can’t tell me you haven’t dreamed about doing exactly what I just did.”
“Well, maybe a little.”
“Damn right. What’s wrong with a little payback? Besides, he loves it.”
“It didn’t look like that to me.”
“Oh yeah? Let me tell you something about our friend Rob Forester,” said Josh as we exited the school. We always used the front door because it was extra wide and tall and it was the only door Josh didn’t have to bend and twist to get through. “He’s gay.”
“What? Are you sure? How do you know?”
“The same way I knew about you, bro. I just do.”
I didn’t get it. I mean I’d heard about “gaydar” before, but it was obviously a sense I wasn’t born with. “So, what does that have to do with you bullying him?”
“Are you kidding? Have you ever looked at him?”
Yeah, I’d looked at him. Rob was hot, possibly the hottest guy in school. He had an amazingly cute boyish face to go with that killer body.
“I’ve been crushing on him since the first time I saw him,” said Josh. “But I knew he’d never go for me. I was just a skinny little sax player.”
“But not now,” I said.
“No,” he grinned, pausing to flex his massive arms, “not since I got my little Christmas gift.”
“I still don’t get it. Why all the rough stuff? Why don’t you just ask him out?”
“Because he’s not out yet, bro. He’s worse than you were. He’s so far in the closet he has to check his hair for moths.”
“And you’re trying to beat him out of it, is that it?”
“Kind of,” he shrugged. “You know he bones up every time I touch him.”
Josh nodded, smiling. “There’s no hiding that piece of meat. And bro, I totally bone up, too.”
I didn’t know what to say.
“It’s only a matter of time,” said Josh. “Eventually he’ll let the front drop. I know he will.”
“Good luck with that.” I said. “But somehow I don’t think beating his affection out of him is going to work.”
“Dude, it’s called domination. And with some guys it works really well. Why else would he bone up when I shove him around?”
“If you say so,” I said to him, as we reached the gym. It was only a short walk from the school.
My parents had gotten Josh and me memberships to the gym right after New Years. Josh had given up the orchestra. And since I was a second semester senior, my collage aps were pretty much done and I could afford to ease up a little on the school work and put some effort into my new goal: getting huge. And Josh had promised to help me.
Working out with Josh was an experience. It always started while we were changing in the locker room.
“What do you want?” he would always ask me.
“I wanna get huge,” I would reply
“Come on, say it like you mean it,” he’d say.
That was easy, because I really did mean it. “I wanna get huge!”
“Now, so everyone can hear it,” he’d say.
“I WANNA GET HUGE!” I’d shout.
“So let’s go get you huge,” he’d finish, and then we’d head out into the gym.
Josh had worked out a routine for me that was pretty demanding. But he was always there to spot me when I needed it, and I needed it a lot. I wish I could have spotted him, but not yet. Someday, I planned to be every bit a big as him, but for now, with the weight he used, it would take three or four guys to spot him. For Josh’s workouts, we just loaded as many forty five pound plates onto the bar as it would hold, and then he would just start pumping out reps, his enormous pecs just flexing and rolling. I was supposed to look like I was spotting him, but I couldn’t believe anyone ever bought that. My real job was to scope out the crowds that always gathered to watch him lift, and see if anyone looked interested in more than his lifting abilities. There was always at least one, most of the time they were much older. Josh would always check them out, sometimes he’d start up a conversation, but so far he hadn’t left with anyone.
Josh was in the middle of a set of bench presses and I was in full on scoping mode when the gym door opened and Rob Forester walked in. He almost turned around and left when he saw Josh, but I was mentally willing him to stay. I think at one point I even mouthed, “don’t go.” I thought if I could just talk to him, I could clear the whole mess up, and he and Josh could stop playing games. I don’t know if it was my mental abilities or his jock pride, but instead of leaving he headed for the locker room. This was my chance.
“Josh,” I said, as he lowered the weight back onto the supports, “I gotta drain it.”
“Sure, bro. Anyone interesting?” he asked as his eyes ran over the onlookers.
“Maybe,” I said. “I’ll tell you more when I get back.”
I made a beeline for the locker room. I was in luck; besides me and Rob, it was empty. But something wasn’t right. Instead of changing for the gym, Rob was just sitting there on the bench fully clothed. Wow, he really was a looker. And I really let myself look this time. He was still in his winter jacket, but damn, his thighs were defiantly making themselves known in his jeans. And his face—light brown hair, high cheek bones and a prominent chin with a dimple no less. I found myself getting a little breathless. That’s funny, I never had before. I guess now that I knew he was gay, it changed things.
“Hey,” he said when he saw me.
“Hey,” I replied. Ok, he was talking to me, looking at me with those eyes and I was starting to lose concentration.
“I’m glad you came. I wanted to talk to you,” he said.
“You did?” I asked. “Oh. Great, that’s great, ’cause I wanted to talk to you, too.”
“I noticed,” he said, grinning.
“You did?” I repeated myself. Ok, that was the last time I was going to say that!
“I saw you staring at me, mouthing “don’t go,”” he said.
“You did?” Come on, I said to myself, you’re on the debate team. You’re a hell of a lot more articulate than this.
“Yeah, I never thought I’d get you away from that asshole brother of yours.”
“He’s not an asshole,” I said reflexively. But I was lost now. I’d started off with a clear goal, but somehow things had gotten way off track. And what’s worse, I wasn’t sure what track they had gotten on.
“Maybe not to you—” said Rob. “But anyway, I didn’t come here to talk about him.”
“You didn’t?” Ok, technically this phrase was different from the previous three, but my sense of being completely lost was just getting worse. And his amazing good looks were not helping.
“First,” he said, “I know you’re gay.”
Did everyone have this gaydar thing, but me?
“And second, I think I’m obsessed with you.”
WHAT? Did he just say what I thought he said? Suddenly the world was tumbling down around me.
“You have that cute, nerdy look that I like and now that you’ve started working out and your body’s getting all hard… Man, it’s driving me ape shit. You must have noticed me staring.”
Ah, no. Can’t say that I have.
“Well, you’re all I can think about,” he continued. “I just couldn’t go another day without saying something. I was going to say something right after school, but your fucking brother—”
“Oh, yeah,” I said. My fucking brother, what was he going to say about this? I sure as hell wasn’t looking forward to finding out.
“I’m sorry you had to see that,” he said. “You must think I’m an incredible fucking wimp.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “Next to my brother, everyone’s an incredible fucking wimp.”
“So, you’ll go out with me?”
Holy crap! What do I do? I mean, there was Josh to consider, but Rob was amazingly hot. And Josh could have just about anyone else he wanted. The problem was he didn’t want anyone else. He wanted Rob.
“What about my brother?” I said. “I think he likes you.”
“Yeah, I noticed,” he said. “That thing between his legs makes it pretty fucking obvious. He does have an incredible body, I mean almost inhumanly amazing. But beside the fact that he’s an asshole, he’s too big for me. I like to be the bigger guy. I’d rather go out with you.”
Wow. He was choosing me over Josh. I mean I never would have seen that coming, not in a million years. I mean look at that face, those legs… But could I do this to Josh? No.
“I’m sorry; I don’t think it would work.”
He looked really disappointed.
“That’s too bad, he said. “But I’m not giving up. Maybe I can change your mind. Can I hug you at least?”
There wouldn’t be any harm in that, would there? “I’m kind of sweaty,” I said, a little embarrassed.
“That’s ok. I like it,” he said. He stood up and hugged me, his strong hands running up and down my back. I was pulled up against his jacket. It was warm, light and puffy with something hard underneath. By the time he pulled away I was beginning to think I was an idiot.
“Can I get your number?” He asked.
I really shouldn’t give it to him. “I don’t have anything to write with,” I said, making a lame excuse. But he had a pen and paper and suddenly I was giving him my number. I just couldn’t help myself.
In a second he was hugging me again and then he was gone out the door.
And now I had to go face Josh… What the hell was I going to say to him? He was bound to get mad. And someone the size of my brother, you didn’t really want to see mad. I decided not to mention it. I could always tell him later, if I had to.
When I got back out to the gym, Josh was spotting one of the larger lifters, who looked like he was squatting about five hundred pounds. My brother was always very good about things like that. He had very good gym etiquette.
“Was that Rob Forester I saw leaving?” he asked as I reached him. So much for not mentioning it.
“Uh, yeah. Yeah, it was.”
His eyes lit up and he got very excited. “I know you, bro,” he said. “You said something to him, didn’t you? Did he even admit it? Or is he still in the fucking closet?”
“Ah… He’s not as closeted as you might think,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
“Seriously? Do you think I should ask him out?”
“Ah… maybe not,” I said. Ok, I was going to have to tell him something. I better just get it over with quickly. “He thinks you’re too big for him, and besides, I think he likes someone else.”
Josh froze, and for a second looked completely thunderstruck. I guess he never really contemplated having any competition, and the realization that he did seemed to hit him like a ton of bricks, or in his case, several tons of bricks. When he came out of it, it was like an explosion. “WHAT?” he shouted. Suddenly he grabbed me with one of his gigantic fists and lifted me up so I was looking him straight in the eye. The expression on his face was terrifying, and his bicep, bulging bigger than my head, did nothing to relieve the tension. “Who?” he demanded.
Suddenly the gym got so quiet you could hear a weight clip fall on a rubber mat. “I don’t know,” I said, lying like my life depended on it, because at this point, it probably did. “He didn’t say,” I finished, my voice cracking.
Then Josh seemed to realize where he was and what he was doing. He set me back on the floor and said, “Get changed. We’re leaving.”
In the locker room, Josh kept muttering to himself, as he dressed so violently that he tore his shirt while putting it on. “Fuck!” he shouted. “FUCK!” Then he ripped his shirt off his thick muscular back, tore it into little pieces like it was tissue paper, and threw it on the ground. Then he turned to me and shouted, “Look at me, bro! Look at me!” Then he started flexing making, his massive muscles explode with size and power. As usual he took up half the room with his football helmet sized biceps, bowling ball shoulders and twin wrecking ball pecs, hanging over those eight cinderblocks he called abs. “I’m fucking massive!” he shouted. “So fucking strong! No one in that school even comes close. Who can it be? How could he want anyone more than me?”
I was stunned and I truly, sincerely did not have an answer for him.
“It has to be someone on the football team. It has to be. I’m way bigger than any of them. I’m stronger than five of them put together. I’ll show him what a fucking bunch of wimps they are. I’ll show him.” Then he marched out of the locker room, his massive chest heaving. I finished dressing and ran after him. He left his coat behind and I didn’t care how strong he was, it was February and damn cold.
When we got home, Josh was still fuming. He almost didn’t see the package waiting on the front stoop before he stepped on it.
“What the fuck is this?” he snapped, picking it up. He gave it a quick look and then shoved it at me, almost knocking me over. “It’s for you.” I grabbed the box and just managed to keep my balance. Sometimes I think Josh lost track of just how strong he was. It kind of scared me to think what would happen if he ever completely lost control. And I’d never seen him closer to the edge than I had at the gym this afternoon I had to wait a couple of minutes while he bent and twisted and squeezed himself in through the front door. I heard the door frame creaking as usual; only this time it ended in a loud CRACK!
“FUCK!” screamed Josh. The door frame had finally broken. It had been threatening to since Christmas, and today, it finally went. Josh was having a really bad day.
I followed him in and while he was doing his best to shut the door, I opened the package in my hand. It was a gift wrapped box of chocolate flavored protein bars, and there was a card.
I thought about getting you real chocolates, but I knew you’d want to keep that hard body hard. I can still feel your solid back under my hands as we hugged this afternoon. The perfume of your sweating body haunts my nostrils and I can’t wait to see you sweat again. Only next time, not in a gym. With undying love and devotion, Rob.
“Damn!” shouted Josh. I jumped a mile. But he was just shouting at the door.
“I feel like I want to smash something!” he yelled. “If only I had that twink Rob likes, I’d break him in two! That would make me feel better. Yeah, breaking him in two.” Josh had this evil look on his face as he wrung the imaginary twink in the air with his massive fists. I watched the incredibly thick cords in his forearms writhe under his skin and for some reason I broke out in a cold sweat. I wondered if Rob would like that?
Then he looked at me, holding my card in one hand and my gift in the other. “What you got there?” he barked.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. “Nothing,” I said, shoving the card behind my back. “Just some protein bars.”
“Someone’s sending you protein bars?”
“Yeah, yeah. Sean.” Sean was my best friend. He’d back me up on this.
“Is that, like, flowery gift wrapping?”
“Is he gay?”
Oh boy. I was pretty sure Sean wouldn’t back me up on that. He was about as straight as they come. But I was pretty sure my life depended on this so… “Ah—yeah—”
“Jeeze, I never would have guessed it,” said Josh. “Good for you, bro. At least one of us will be getting some.”
Phew! Dodged that one.
“Is that a love note you’ve got there behind your back?”
—or not! “Yeah,” I said.
“Can I read it?”
Christ, no! “It’s private.”
“Oh come on, bro, give me a break. I’m feeling a little unloved now. I could read your note and kind of pretend Rob sent it.”
That wouldn’t take much pretending. “No, Josh, I can’t. It’s between me and Sean and he wouldn’t like it if I showed it to you.”
“He doesn’t have to know. Let me see.” He took a step forward, and I felt the house shake. If Josh really wanted to see that note, there was no force on Earth—well, maybe somewhere on Earth, but definitely no force in the immediate vicinity—that could stop him. So, I did the only thing I could think of; I crinkled it up, shoved it in my mouth and started chewing.
“What’d you do that for?” he asked, startled. “I wasn’t going to take it from you.”
“I know,” I said, feeling kind of stupid. “It’s the fiber, Bro. I’m not getting enough fiber.”
“Are you trying to tell me you’re eating that piece of paper for your health?”
“Dude, eating this piece of paper will do more for my health than anything I’ve ever eaten in my life.”
Just then the door bell rang. I froze. If this was flowers, I was dead.
Josh looked at the door and scowled. I knew what he was thinking. He’d just gotten the thing closed. “Who is it?” he barked. The only answer he got was another ring from the doorbell. He cursed under his breath as he grabbed the door knob and pulled. The door didn’t come open right away. He had jammed it into the broken frame pretty good. So, with his mammoth tris almost bursting out of his skin, he gave it a big tug and the door flew open and ripped right off its hinges.
“MOTHER FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!” shouted Josh, standing there with the broken door in his hand.
“Hey, only my best friends get to call me that,” said a familiar voice. Fuck! It was Sean. Damn! I forgot he was coming over today. Perfect timing, perfect fucking timing.
“Am I getting you guys at a bad time?” asked Sean.
Hmmm, let me see… YES!!!!!
“No,” said Josh. “Where would you get that idea?” he asked while leaning our broken front door against the wall. “Come on in, Lover Boy.”
As soon as Josh turned away, to try and put the door back. Sean looked at me and mouthed, “Lover Boy?”
“Just go with it,” I mouthed back at him.
Sean shrugged and said, “Break out the Cokes and fire up the Xbox; I’m ready to rumble!”
“You guys are going to play video games?” asked Josh, turning his attention away from the door.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” said Sean.
“I don’t know,” Josh said. “I guess I could just think of better things to do.”
“Like a little home improvement?” grinned Sean, nodding at the broken door.
Josh snorted like a bull.
“Not today, Sean,” I said leading him away into the family room where the Xbox was.
“What’s up with Jumbo?” he asked.
I waited until we were out of earshot and I could hear Josh banging around trying to get the door back in place, before I told Sean the whole story.
“You told Josh WHAT?”
“Sean, I had to. It was either that or you’d be scraping me off the walls.”
“Dude, you know I’m a liberal kind of guy. You’ve been my best friend since what, fourth grade? So, you turned out to be gay. So what? I’m a twenty-first century man. I’m comfortable with my own sexuality. I can deal with that. But this… This is going a little too far.”
I looked at Sean and sighed. You know, it really was a shame he wasn’t gay. ’Cause if he was, I could really go for him. He had a great sense of humor, he was pretty good looking with a slim, athletic build at six feet tall, and we were already best friends. But life just didn’t work out that way.
“Fine,” I said. “I’ll tell Josh the truth. Just do me a favor and hang around long enough to call 911.”
Just then I felt the floor shake. “He’s coming,” I said a second before Josh marched in carrying our front door under one of his massive arms.
“GOOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!” He shouted. Then he took our solid oak door in both hands and after a brief moment of tension, snapped it right in two.
“Fuck,” whispered Sean.
Then he dropped the top half to the floor and took the rest of it in his hands and shouted, “WHO DOES ROB LIKE?” Then he ripped off a chunk of the door and threw it to the ground. “WHO?” Then he tore off another piece. “WHO?” And another piece. “WHO?” and he carried on until our front door was completely reduced to splinters. Then he looked over at us.
“Sorry, guys,” he said, sniffing. “I’m just feeling a little vulnerable today. I’ll clean it up. You guys do whatever it is you were going to do.”
After a second of staring slack jawed at the rubble that used to be our front door, Sean suddenly reached over and grabbed me, wrapped his arm protectively around me, and pulled me over so my cheek was pressed hard against his chest. Then he said, “We were just going to do whatever it is two totally and completely gay guys, who are really into each other, do.”
“And what’s that?” asked Josh, a slight leer creeping onto his face.
“I don’t know,” said Sean. “Scrapbooking?”
“Scrapbooking?” echoed Josh, his face a mask of shock and disbelief.
Oh boy, this thing was seconds from falling apart. I had to act quickly if I was going to fix this. I slid out of Sean’s embrace, wrapped my arms around him and pulled him in for a kiss. As our lips met, it was warm and wet and wonderful and I realized just how much I’d always wanted to do this. Of course, tongues were out of the question. I could feel Sean tensing up as it was. I was pretty sure it was taking all his self control not to break away and run from the room. I think he might even have been about to gag. But he held it together long enough. And when we broke apart I couldn’t help feeling a little sad, because I knew it was probably the only time I’d ever get to do that.
Sean looked pale and shaky and he was looking at me like I’d just stabbed him in the back.
“That was sweet,” said Josh. “But, damn, I don’t think I can stand to be around you two right now… Plus I have to call a carpenter.” Then he thundered from the room.
“What the fuck did you do that for?” shouted Sean.
“Scrapbooking?” I answered.
“Ok, ok, I suck at being gay. But, dude, there are some lines you just don’t cross. I can see you’ve got a big problem here, a humungous muscle-bound problem. Use me as a decoy if you want, but don’t expect me to hang around for an encore.” He started for the door.
“Where are you going?”
“Home, dude. But first I’m going to find the strongest mouthwash money can buy and then drown myself in it—no offence.”
“None taken,” I said, but I’d have been lying if I’d said it didn’t hurt a little.
The next day at school Josh went on a rampage. Of course I didn’t know anything about it until after French when I was walking to lunch. I saw Rich Johnson, one of the football players, hanging by his underpants from a support beam. He had been completely debagged, of course, and hung in such a way as to give him the wedgie of all wedgies. There was a crowd gathered beneath him laughing their asses off, and the poor guy’s face was as red as the fire alarm. I’m not sure if it was embarrassment or rage, more than likely some combination of the two. He couldn’t struggle too much, because if he did, his underwear would just rip apart and send him crashing half naked to the ground. In fact, I was surprised it was holding up his beefy body as well as it was. I couldn’t help noticing he had a great pair of legs, but his tight underwear was letting everyone know he was a little small where it counted. I guess you can’t have everything—except for Josh. He had everything.
“Your brother’s a maniac,” said Alan Stockman. Of course we all knew there was only one guy in the entire school, student or teacher, who was capable of doing that to Rich. “It’s just a little payback,” I said. “What’s the big deal?”
He just raised his eyebrows and said, “You don’t know, do you?” And that’s when I heard Josh had declared open season on the football team. Apparently he’d left them hanging all over the place, like dirty laundry in a bachelor pad. And in fact, before I got to the cafeteria, I saw two more of them hanging from the various utility pipes. One of them was getting constantly sprayed with water from a broken sprinkler head—no the sprinkler head wasn’t broken; half the pipe had been ripped right off. I guess I should be used to how strong Josh was, but seeing things like that still sent shivers up my spine.
After I got my lunch and sat down, I was surprised when Sean sat down next to me. Well, at least he was still talking to me.
“Dude, wait til you hear what Derek told me.” Sean had an annoying little brother, Derek, who was in Josh’s class. He was overweight, wore glasses and might as well have been wearing a sign that said, “Pick on me.” The jocks practically lined up to have a turn at him.
“What happened to Derek?” I asked almost afraid to hear the answer. “Josh didn’t—”
“No, no, dude, nothing like that. He was at his locker when Phil Kowalski started ragging on his weight. Josh saw it and went ballistic. He grabbed Phil with one hand and shoved him into Derek’s locker.”
“Wait a minute,” I said. “There’s now way Phil Kowalski could fit inside Derek’s locker. It’s not big enough.” After all, Phil was an offensive tackle.
“You mean it didn’t used to be. But now its Phil shaped. They’re going to need a can opener to get him out.”
“Dude, this is all my fault,” I said.
“Your fault?” came a booming voice. “What do you mean it’s your fault?”
I looked up and holy crap there was The Bull looming over me.
Hector Rodriguez, or The Bull, as everyone called him, was the former biggest guy in school. This is a guy, who even though he wasn’t quite eighteen, looked like he was over twenty. He was six foot two and had to be pushing three hundred pounds. Oh there was some fat on him, but also plenty of muscle. Basically, he was as strong as fuck, always had been. Back as far as the seventh grade, when the teachers would leave the room, he used to lift up their heavy wooden desks, and drag them across the room as a prank. These days, he was doing it with their cars. He had a lot of power and it showed. He was the best linebacker on the football team, the only one with a scholarship to play collage ball. No one got past The Bull unless he wanted them to. Which basically meant I was screwed.
“Your crazy ass brother is beating the crap out of all my buddies. Was that your idea?” roared The Bull. Suddenly my table and chair went flying as I felt myself being grabbed and hoisted up by one of his meaty fists. Hector might not have been as big as Josh but he was still plenty big enough to turn me into tomato paste.
“You know, it doesn’t really matter,” growled The Bull. “You’re his brother, so I think I’ll just pound the fuck out of you on principle.”
What the hell kind of principle was that? I was dead. I just remember looking down at my shirt and thinking that I liked it and hoped I’d be able to get the blood stains out of it later.
Then I heard a voice. “If you’ve got a problem with Josh, maybe you should take it up with him.” Holy crap, it was Sean! Sean was standing up to the Bull—for me—what an idiot!
“Yeah?” said the bull looking down at slender Sean. “Well, he’s not here. And you are. So maybe I’ll just take it up with you.” And then with the other hand, you know the one that wasn’t holding me suspended in mid air, he swatted Sean like a fly and sent him flying half way across the cafeteria.
Before I even had a chance to be shocked, another voice came bellowing across the cafeteria. “Rodriguez!” Josh shouted. Suddenly there was a stampede of kids scrambling to get out of his way, and I felt myself being dropped to the ground. The Bull looked like a kid who’d been caught with his hand in a cookie jar. I looked for Sean and found him nearby. He wasn’t hurt.
Josh came striding into the cafeteria. He was wide enough to block out the light from the windows and tall enough that he needed to duck his head to miss the lower hanging lights. And even in this reinforced building, the floor was shaking.
“Go on, Bull, you can take him,” said one of his friends.
“Are you fucking crazy?” gulped Hector, who was actually looking a little pale as he peered up at my monolithic brother.
“Come on, Hector,” boomed Josh. “You’re big enough to pick on my scrawny big brother. How about trying someone with a little meat on his bones?” He pointed back at those epic pecs of his. “I left all your wimpy-ass teammates crying for their mommies. Let’s see what you cry for.”
The Bull just shook his head. “No way, man. I’m cool with you.”
“Come on, I’ll make you a deal. You knock me back one foot, just one foot, and I’ll let you go. You can do that, can’t you, tough guy, or are you only good at taking on stick men?”
Scrawny? Stick men? Thanks a lot, Josh.
Suddenly the Bull got down in position, and, shoulders out, he charged Josh. I think everyone in the cafeteria was holding their breath. The Bull was pretty big, and the sight of him charging wasn’t anything minor. There wasn’t a football player in the county who could stand up to that kind of force. Half way across, Hector’s foot nicked a chair and it flew up and hit the ceiling, knocking a hole in it, before it bounced off and skittered to the other side of the room.
Like everyone else in the cafeteria I just stood there frozen, waiting for the collision, wondering what the result would be. I knew Josh was strong, but fuck. This was The Bull charging.
The Bull hit Josh full force in the mid section and then—bounced off him, flying backwards several feet before he slammed into some tables, smashing them to bits.
Josh hadn’t moved an inch. He hadn’t even flinched. He just stood there laughing. “That was it? That was the great Bull? You’re fucking nothing, you know that? You’re nothing compared to this!” Then in one smooth motion, Josh grabbed his shirt and ripped it off his body, exposing his unbelievably huge, ripped muscles for everyone to see. Most of them had never seen him shirtless before, and I kind of envied them. It was kind of like seeing the Grand Canyon or a Giant Redwood for the first time; it took your breath away. Each pec was a mountain, every ab a boulder. Each and every cord and muscle was incredibly massive and visibly undulating beneath his skin. His back spread out behind him wider than most doors. Josh waited a second until some of the gasping had died down and then hit a double bi. His arms were beyond colossal. I mean I saw them practically every day and they still amazed me. One girl screamed; another fainted. And Josh loved every second of it.
The Bull scrambled out from under the pile of broken tables, and pulled himself to his feet. “You’re not fucking human,” he said, and then he tried to rush past Josh. But my brother was too quick for him. Josh shot out one massive arm with lightning speed and grabbed Hector with one hand. In another second The Bull was the one dangling in the air. “No, I’m not human,” said Josh. “I’m a fucking band geek. And now you get to go home and tell your daddy how you got the shit kicked out of you by a fucking band geek.
“And you’re not a Bull,” he continued. “You’re not even a calf. You’re a fucking little girl. Aren’t you? Aren’t you a fucking little girl?”
The Bull was speechless. He took a swing at Josh, but I think he hurt his hand more than he hurt Josh. He was helpless before the incredibly huge, densely packed muscles that erupted all over my massive brother. The Bull was helpless. I doubt he’d ever even contemplated being in a situation like this.
“Go on, say it!” shouted Josh. “Say “I’m a fucking little girl.”” Then Josh took Hector in both hands and, with Josh’s insane muscles bulging and swelling under his thin layer of skin, he lifted The Bull effortlessly over his head. “Say it!”
“I’m a fucking little girl,” whimpered The Bull.
“Louder,” demanded Josh, his deep voice resonating throughout the room.
“I’m a fucking little girl,” said The Bull, his voice cracking.
“What the fuck is this shit?”
Suddenly, everyone turned toward the door where the voice had come from. Standing there large as life and pissed as hell was Rob.
“Robby, you’re just in time,” sneered Josh. “I was just showing your little girlfriend here what a real man looks like.”
“What’s the point?” said Rob. “I’m pretty sure he’s already seen your brother.”
Oh no, please don’t.
“What?” said Josh, roughly lowering The Bull to the floor. Hector took off as soon as his feet hit the ground.
“Can’t you get it through your thick skull?” said Rob. “I don’t care how many guys you throw around. You’re. Too. Big. For. Me. I thought you’re brother would have told you.”
“But… But—” said Josh.
“Just get out of my way,” said Rob, brushing by Josh like he wasn’t there, and that was quite a feat considering how much of the room Josh took up. I was sitting at the edge of the crowd, huddled on the floor next to Sean. Rob headed straight for me. Oh fuck!
“Are you ok?” he asked, crouching down next to me.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” I said shakily. His deep blue eyes were looking down on me with concern and I felt all coherent thought drifting away.
“I kind of wanted to do this under better circumstances, but do you know what Saturday is?”
My mind wasn’t functioning. All I could think of was the Super Bowl had already happened and Easter was in April. “President’s Day,” I guessed.
“No,” said Rob. “It’s the fourteenth.”
“Lincoln’s birthday?” I tried again.
“It’s Valentine’s Day,” he said. I could tell he was a little frustrated with me. “Anyway, I made you this.” And he pulled out of his pocket and unfolded one of the most elaborate Valentine heart’s I’d ever seen. It was made from some kind of soft cloth and actually had real lace edges. It was decorated with different heart shaped photos of me and him—Photo Shopped together. And I realized most of the pictures of me came from debate team yearbook photos, but it was clear he had gone to a lot of trouble to put this together, and I couldn’t remember anyone going to that much trouble over me before.
“Wow,” I said. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Say you’ll go out with me on Saturday.”
I glanced over at Josh, but he was gone. And I think it was the first time since his change I hadn’t seen, heard or felt him leave a room. Then I looked back at Rob, at that mesmerizing face, and I said, “Yeah, sure.”
Then he leaned down and kissed me, right there in the cafeteria, in front of everyone. I literally saw stars. There was even a smattering of applause. If anyone had any doubts about Rob, they were gone now.
He helped me up and over to a table. The rest of the cafeteria slowly realized that the excitement was over and went back to eating their lunches. But I was pretty sure I knew what most people were talking about.
Rob sat down across from me, stared deeply and meaningfully into my eyes for a moment, and then asked, “So, how do you feel about leather, chains and whips?”
What the fuck?
“Dude, you haven’t lived until you’ve been tied to a bed and beaten.”
“Are you a screamer? I mean when you hurt yourself, do you scream a lot?”
“That’s great. I love screamers. They really get me off. Glen, my ex, was a screamer. He was fucking fantastic.”
“Yeah, Glen Fry. You remember him. He graduated last year.”
“Wasn’t he that guy who injured his back and had to spend, like, a month in traction?”
“Yeah,” Rob laughed. “That was one crazy ass night.”
“You’re not a hemophiliac or anything like that, are you?”
“Good. ’cause that would be a problem.”
I have to say I was never more sorry to not be a hemophiliac in my life.
I then listened to him talk excitedly for the next twenty minutes on the amazing coloration between pain and pleasure. By the end of lunch I was considerably less excited about our date.
I spent the rest of the day split between worrying about that and worrying about what I was going to say the next time I saw Josh.
I didn’t see my brother at school the rest of the day. I thought maybe he might have been suspended for that business with the football players. But apparently no one on the team had given him away. They all swore they didn’t see who did it or couldn’t remember what happened. Of course, they weren’t doing Josh any favors, it was all their own egos, and who knows, maybe a word from Rob as well. After all, Rob knew how close Josh and I were, or at least used to be. I didn’t know how this thing was going to damage our relationship. I was pretty sure Josh wasn’t going to kill me. If he was, he would have done it right there in the cafeteria, one massacre, no waiting.
When I got home, the house was dark, but I knew Josh was there. I could hear him breathing. No need to worry about circulating the air when Josh was around. I found him sitting on the stairs, stuffed between the banister and the wall. He was still shirtless, his colossal body just rippling out in all directions. He was staring into space. I don’t think he even noticed I was there until I spoke.
There was a pause and for a second I wasn’t sure if he’d heard me. “Just tell me one thing,” he said, not even looking at me. “Do you want him?”
I had to think about that for a minute. I mean, Rob was incredible looking but the whole whip-thing was kind of freaking me.
“No,” I said, and I was kind of surprised that I actually meant it.
“Are you sure?” he asked, turning to look at me.
I opened my mouth to say yes but before I could, Josh continued. “I mean, you’re not just saying that because you’re afraid I’m going to break you into little pieces, enjoying each crack and scream as your bones break one by one?”
“Ah—” Ok, that cold sweat was making a comeback.
“Because you know I could. Easily.” One side of his mouth curled up and he twitched his enormous bis, just to make his point. It was entirely unnecessary.
“And it’s not like I haven’t been sitting here for the past hour thinking about the many different ways I could do it,” Josh continued, leaning a little more forward so he loomed over me even though he was still sitting down. “But I won’t,” he continued, straitening up. “No matter what you say, so you can tell me the truth.”
For some reason I wasn’t quite as confident about that as I was when I walked into the room. “I think Rob’s into S&M,” I said.
There was a beat. I could tell this wasn’t the answer Josh was expecting. “Seriously?” asked Josh, his eyes going wide, pushing the darkness from them. “You mean the harnesses and the whips and all that stuff?”
“No wonder he boned up over the rough stuff.”
“Yeah, but I think he likes to be the rougher, not the roughee and I really don’t want to be his roughee.”
“Really? Aren’t you even a little curious?” asked Josh. “Don’t you maybe want to try it?”
“No!” I said, a little amazed that he would even ask the question.
“So, can I have him?” he asked.
“Josh,” I said, unable to believe I had to say this again. “He doesn’t want you. You’re—”
“—too big for him. I know,” he finished for me. “But I’ve got an idea about that.”
“What—” I started but he cut me off.
“Just trust me on this.” He started up the stairs but then paused. “How did Sean take it?”
“You and Rob.”
I laughed. “Don’t worry about Sean.”
“Why? What happened? Did you guys break up?”
“Let’s just say we have an irreconcilable difference,” I said.
“That’s too bad,” said Josh, and he hurried up the stairs to his room, the entire house shuddering with each one of his mammoth steps.
I didn’t see Josh for the rest of the week. He stayed pretty much in his room, only coming out occasionally for food and to use the bathroom. I was pretty sure he was on line. I’d pass by his door at night and catch the blue glow of his monitor from under his door. He told mom and dad he had a cold. But I knew whatever fever he had, it wasn’t caused by a virus.
Friday night, he finally emerged from his room.
“Dude,” he said, squeezing through my door and into my room. “You’ve got to help me.”
I’ve got to tell you the sight of him was a little shocking. He looked… diminished. I mean he was still inhumanly massive. He just looked a little less inhumanly massive. And it was pretty clear he hadn’t showered or shaved in days. It certainly brought out how much fuller his beard had gotten since he got mammoth.
“Jeeze Josh, you look like crap. What happened?”
“Never mind about that. I’ve got to get Rob up to Lookout Point tomorrow night. Can you help me?”
“Considering its Valentine’s Day and we have a date, Lookout Point shouldn’t be too much of a stretch. Why?”
“It’s better if you don’t know,” said Josh, and he turned to go.
“Wait a minute. Wait a minute,” I called. He paused. “Are you ok, Josh, I mean you look a little… smaller.”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “That was a bitch. Santa Claus was much easier. This time it really cost me, but dude, if this works, it’ll be so worth it.” He turned to go again and began squeezing himself back into the hall.
I didn’t see Josh til the next evening. He had been sleeping for almost twenty-four hours straight. But as I was waiting for Rob to come pick me up, Josh came thundering down the stairs. He was all cleaned up now and looked more like his usual gigantic self, even if he did appear a hair less gigantic.
“Glad I caught you, Dude. One more thing,” he said. “When you get up to Lookout Point, you have to get Rob out of the car.”
“Out of the car?! Josh, it’s like twenty degrees out there. How am I supposed to get him out of the car?”
“I don’t know, but you have to. If you can’t, at least get him to open a window.”
“You’ve just gotta do this for me, bro, ok?”
And then the doorbell rang. It had to be Rob.
“I’d better go,” said Josh. “If Rob sees me it could be… awkward.”
Yeah, that was one way of putting it. Josh raced up the stairs. Sometimes I wondered how the stairs took the pounding, and if one day they might give way under his massive weight like the door frame had. Of course, one day I intended to be every bit as huge as Josh. I smiled as I thought how the house wouldn’t stand a chance with two of us.
I opened the door and there stood Rob holding a small package, which he gave to me.
“Hi,” he said.
“Hi,” I replied. “You didn’t have to get me anything,” I said, feeling a little guilty. After all, I was already pretty sure this was going to be our first and last date.
“I wanted to,” he said. “Go on, open it.”
I ripped open the paper and popped off the lid. There was some kind of a belt inside. I pulled it out and no, it wasn’t a belt. It was like a lot of belts, joined together. “Ah, it’s great,” I said. “What is it?”
“It’s a harness,” he said. “Do you like it?”
“I don’t know,” I said, dropping it back in the box like a dead thing, and setting it down on the table.
“Oh, you’ll like it,” he said. “And that’s an order.” Then he slapped me on the butt—kinda hard.
“You ready?” I asked, rubbing my butt, and nodding toward his car.
“Sure,” he said. “Why don’t you bring the harness? You know, just in case.” He winked at me.
“Ah… Sure,” I said. It would save me the problem of returning it to him later.
I’d never been on a formal kind of date with a guy before. It was surprisingly awkward. I took his hand and he walked with me down to his car and we left.
The awkwardness didn’t last too long. Rob was very easy to talk to. We went to dinner at a small Italian restaurant down town. I’d noticed it before but had never been there. When the waiter came to take our order and asked me what I wanted, I replied, “I wanna get huge.” Josh would’ve been proud. The answer was instinct to me now, as much a part of me as my left index finger.
The waiter laughed a little nervously and said, “I don’t think that’s on the menu.”
“In that case I’ll have the Chicken Florentine.”
“What was that about?” asked Rob, when the waiter left. “You wanna get huge?”
“I’m gonna be huge,” I told him. I was as certain of it as I was that night followed day.
“You mean huge, like your brother huge?”
“Absolutely,” I said.
“But isn’t that genetic? I mean, if you were going to be huge like that, wouldn’t you already be… you know, since you’re older?”
“Obviously not,” I said.
“Ok,” he said, leaning back in his chair, and apparently giving up on the subject.
“Wouldn’t you want to be huge, like Josh?” I asked.
“Sure,” he said, “That would be incredible. I mean, I can’t even imagine what it would be like to be that fucking powerful.”
“Josh says if you want something bad enough and you absolutely believe it will happen, and you do everything you can to make it happen, then fate will step in and take care of the rest.”
“That sounds great for some things, but I don’t think it works with genetics.”
“You didn’t spend eighteen hours watching your skinny little brother explode into a quarter ton muscle beast.”
“Yeah… What exactly happened to him?”
“I could tell you, but you’d never believe me.”
At that moment dinner arrived. It was really good. After dinner, the conversation rolled around to what it felt like to be tied up helpless, and whipped during sex. He was certain that once I tried it I’d never go back. I was certain that I’d never try it. But I didn’t say so. Instead I suggested a drive up to Lookout Point. He was only too happy to agree.
Look out point was rather large and it was a good thing, too. It was Valentine’s evening and it wasn’t like we were the only couple looking for a secluded spot to park. At one point, while we were driving around looking, Rob kind of chuckled. “You know,” he said, “if I didn’t know better, I’d say we were being followed.”
Instinctively I turned around and looked out the back. There was a car behind us, but… “It could just be another car looking for a spot.”
He shook his head. “I think this same car has been behind us since the restaurant.”
I looked again. Holy Crap! It was Sean’s car. What was he doing here? Was he following me? Why? I decided to keep quiet about it until I found out more about what was going on. “It could just be someone else at the restaurant with the same idea as us.”
“That’s probably it,” he said, and he pulled into a very nice spot overlooking the valley. He left the engine running and the heater on. He slid out of his jacket and I slid out of mine. The city lights twinkled far below us. I could hear the breeze gently blowing through the pines. Somewhere an owl hooted. I turned to him, smiled and BAM! He hit me in the face.
“FUCK! What’d you do that for?” I said rubbing my chin. I was going to be bruised for sure.
“Shut up, bitch, and learn to take it like a man!” Then suddenly he was on me, kissing me hard, wildly, roughly.
“You’re hurting me,” I said breaking away for a minute.
“But you like it, don’t you?”
“You’ll learn to,” he said, and he was on me again. Ok, I’d already had enough. This wasn’t hot at all. The sooner I could get this over with the better. I reached over and groping, hit the window button. I couldn’t see the window come down, but I could hear the whine of the electric motor and feel the blast of cold air. And I could hear something else, too, something strange, a loud rapid flapping, like a humming bird on steroids. I guess he heard it too, because he looked up.
“What’d you open the window for?”
“I honestly don’t know,” I said as I took advantage of his distraction to sit up and get some air. The instant I did I felt a sharp pain in my neck.
“Fuck!” I yelled as my hand shot to my neck and pulled out what looked like a small golden arrow. “One of your toys?” I said waving it at Rob.
“No way,” he said, smirking. “It’s way too little, and too cute. Besides it came from out there,” he said pointing out the open window. In a sudden flash I realized that when I had sat up, I had come between him and the window. This little dart had been meant for Rob. It was just weird enough to be part of Josh’s plan, whatever it was, and I had somehow screwed it up. What was I going to do now?
Before I could think too much about it, Rob was leaning over me, putting the window back up. “No more interruptions,” he said, and then he was on top of me again. I don’t know what it was, maybe Rob’s tactics were finally getting to me, but I was starting to feel a little horny. Oh yeah, I was definitely getting a little hot and bothered and Rob wasn’t showing near enough skin for my tastes. I reached up and yanked on his shirt popping buttons, pulling it open and exposing powerful jock chest.
He looked down and grinned. “You like my power, don’t you, bitch?” I nodded and in a second he was completely out of his shirt, showing me that football sculpted body of his. Things were actually looking up.
Then, he pinned my arms to my side and suddenly I was trapped, I couldn’t move. He was way too strong for me. “You know I can do anything I want to you,” he said, “anything at all, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
Actually, at this point, I really wanted to see what he had in mind. But then he reached under the seat, pulled out a leather strap and belted me with it.
“FUCK! THAT FUCKING HURT!”
“But, you want another one, don’t you?” And he hit me again!
“FOR FUCK’S SAKE, STOP THAT!”
He wound up to hit me again. But I reached out with my free hand and grabbed him by the wrist. I noticed my hand had gotten awfully meaty looking. It must be all the working out.
Rob sneered at my feeble attempt to block him, and went to rip his wrist away, but he couldn’t. I don’t know who was more surprised, him or me. And then… I don’t know if I felt it first or saw it first. My long shirt sleeve started filling up, like an inner tube with air, and my arms started to feel heavier. Fuck, my whole body was feeling heavier. I could feel my heart pounding, and my breath was coming faster. I saw my chest rising and falling… but it never fell back as far as it rose. It just seemed to be getting higher and higher.
“What the fuck—?” said Rob as he tentatively reached toward my shirt. Suddenly I had a kind of orgasmic seizure and I felt my whole body swell explosively and grow hard. I felt my pecs just tearing outward, ripping through the cloth, flinging buttons in all directions. Rob snatched his hand back like he’d been burnt.
“Holy shit!” he yelled.
But I was just staring at my fucking pecs. They were big and full, with the muscle fibers clearly visible beneath the skin. And they felt so fucking awesome, solid and strong. Holy crap! This was it! Finally, it was my turn.
And then I felt my sleeves growing seriously tight around my thickening arms. I could see the shape of bulging biceps, triceps and forearms swelling up and pushing out at the fabric. In seconds I could hear threads popping and ripping as the cloth flew apart and pure muscle exploded out. “Oh YES!!!!” I screamed. I was loving it. I couldn’t take my eyes off the huge cords and muscles surging all over my arm, as tearing and heaving, they reduced my sleeves to useless scraps of cloth. Opening and closing my fists I could feel the power of them, and it felt awesome.
“What the fuck is going on?” shouted Rob, jumping off me and sliding to the far side of the car.
“Isn’t it obvious?” I shouted back. “I’m getting FUCKING HUGE!!!”
And saying it, somehow made it sink in. I was getting huge. And the realization made me get stiff. I got an instant full-on erection, about as hard as I’d ever been, no, harder than I’d ever been, and larger too. It was weird I was bigger down there, I could feel it growing, thickening, fighting against my underwear, the sensitive head swelling and pushing out against my clothing. I looked down and saw a fucking monster in my pants. I moved it, and it moved less like a stiff cock and more like a limb. I found I could actually push with it, and I began shoving the head up against my pants. And it felt awesome, and I pushed harder and harder and suddenly the whole front of my pants blew out as my monster cock exploded out into the open, scraps of my pants still stuck by precum to the fist-sized head.
“Holy fuck!” yelled Rob, “look at that thing!”
Look at it? I was fucking feeling it. And I’d never felt anything like it in my life. Waves of intense pleasure just rippled out of it and all through my entire body as it continued to swell with muscle. My pant legs felt so fucking tight, so confining as they fought against the huge fucking lead weights that were blowing up inside them. I heard the sound of rending cloth and popping seams as my enormous thighs finally tore themselves free. Each magnificent head was clearly defined, crisscrossed by a web of thick, bulging veins. And those were my legs. Fuck. They were gargantuan and felt like steel.
I felt my back widening and my traps thickening, pulling the shredded remains of my shirt off my powerful swelling shoulders, and sending them sliding to the floor. My knees collided with the dashboard; my shoulder became jammed up against the passenger door and my head was scraping the roof. And suddenly the car seemed really small.
Rob was breathing hard. He still couldn’t take his eyes of my monster cock. He was practically drooling. “I’ve never seen anything like it in my life,” he said. “I never dreamed anything like it could exist.”
“Come on, Rob,” I said, feeling really fucking hot and hard, “don’t just look at it. Say hello.” And then he was all over it, licking it, caressing it, stroking it. And I groaned with pleasure, the pleasure of Rob on my cock, the pleasure of the hard, solid, powerful sinew that was swelling up and rippling out all over my heaving, growing body.
Then I raised my hand to put it on the back of his head, and holy crap, I couldn’t believe the weight of my arm. I had huge fucking biceps, now, like soccer balls—if soccer balls were made out of pure, solid, ripped muscle. My forearms were as thick around as my thighs used to be. And my shoulders were growing into bowling balls while they stretched further and further away from my thickening neck. And the sight of my huge body along with Rob’s enthusiastic work on my cock was making me more fucking aroused then I’d ever been.
And suddenly I came, with unbelievable force. It was mind numbing pleasure unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Rob was knocked to the side by the eruption. My entire body spasmed, as torrents of cum issued from my cock, and I just exploded with mass. My arm, blowing up to twice the size, shot out his passenger window, shattering it. My upper arms almost wouldn’t fit through it. I flexed and felt the window frame bend under the pressure of my gargantuan expanding bicep. My legs tore right through the floor, and I felt my head blasting out through the roof. I was so fucking massive, so fucking strong. I stood up, ripping the rest of Rob’s car apart. It was the only way out and the feeling of tearing through the metal cab like it was aluminum foil was un-fucking-real.
As I pulled the remains of Rob’s car out from around my gargantuan frame, I saw another figure coming toward me. It looked like this regular body builder dude. I smiled. I was so much bigger than him. But as he got closer, I realized it was Josh. Holy crap! What happened? Had he shrunk some more? But then it hit me like a flash. He hadn’t shrunk any more. I was just way bigger than him now. I couldn’t help ginning. I was bigger than fucking Josh, and feeling my humongous steel-like muscles, I knew I was stronger, too. I had to be. I felt fucking invincible! I looked down at robs car below me and, fuck, I had to be well over seven feet tall… I was wider than a fucking barn door, and my entire body was solid, ripped muscle, from head to toe and from side to side. Awesome.
But as soon as Josh got close to me, he just stopped and stared.
“Hey, little bro, I said to him flexing my new gargantu-arms. “Come to see what real fucking arms look like?”
“What the fuck is this?” He sounded mad. “Where’s Rob?”
Rob pulled himself out of the wreck of his own car, looking a little bruised and, you know, covered in my cum. His eyes were a little wild and crazy, like he was in some kind of shock, but otherwise he looked ok.
“He got the wrong guy!” shouted Josh. “I can’t believe he got the wrong guy!”
The full meaning of Josh’s words struck home and suddenly I was pissed, royally pissed. Before I really knew what I was doing, I had grabbed Josh by his collar and I was lifting may massive little brother off the ground as easily as if he’d been a six-year-old. “You wanted to grow him!” I shouted. “You wanted to take that little psychopath and make him huge. No, not just huge, even bigger than you! Are you crazy, or just a moron?”
“No, dude, I think I love him,” said Josh.
“So, you’re crazy! And what about me? Did you just forget all about me? You were going to grow him and leave your own brother a puny little stick man! What the hell is that?”
“No, bro,” said Josh, his anger gone and a slight edge of fear creeping into his voice. That was something I hadn’t heard in a while, and the idea that I was causing it was more than a little fucking hot. “It’s not like that,” he continued. “Cupid is all about romantic love and couples and shit. It’s not like I didn’t want to grow you, but he doesn’t work like that.”
“Cupid?” I said, and suddenly remembering the arrow, I set him down.
“Yeah, except I didn’t expect him to be such a crappy shot.”
I couldn’t help glancing over at Rob. He was looking up at me, with awe plastered all over his face—along with a lot of my jiz. “Can I see it again?” he asked.
“What?” I said turning toward him, and by the hungry glance he shot at my crotch answered my question.
“Oh, it’s sleeping,” he said. “Can I wake it?”
And I looked down and he was right. My python had gone soft. Probably the cold. And it was cold. Now that I was calming down, I was starting to realize exactly how freaking cold it was. It sure as hell wasn’t weather to be naked in.
“You still want him,” I asked Josh.
He nodded sheepishly.
“Rob,” I said, “Josh has got one just as big… well almost. Why don’t you go wake his up?”
“Is it really that big?” Rob asked Josh.
Josh grinned. “You know I’ve got a healthy piece of meat.”
“Yeah, but that big?”
Josh glanced down at my cock, and I could tell from the look on his face that mine was bigger. But Josh just turned to Rob, grabbed his crotch and said, “Why don’t you come and find out?”
“Ok,” said Rob. “But it better be pretty fucking huge.”
Josh’s face broke into a shit eating grin. “I haven’t had any complaints yet. Come on, I know just the spot.” He leaned over, picked up Rob, threw him over his shoulder and started to jog away. Then he paused and turned back.
“Hey, Nature Boy,” he called back at me. “I brought some extra clothes with me. They’re in the car. Oh, and Bro, I didn’t forget you. I could never forget you.” Then he turned and jogged off.
What the hell did he mean by that? I was half tempted to run after him and find out, but I was too damn cold. Now, what car was he talking about? Then I saw it, about thirty yards away, parked at the side of the road. It was Sean’s car. That’s how Josh got up here. Sean must have driven him. I looked down at my massive body for a second, flexing and watching the gigantic muscles heave and roll under my skin. My best friend was in for a little shock.
I started walking toward the car, feeling my body adjust to its new size, shape and power. Movement was a whole different thing. Just walking was so fucking sexy, feeling my granite quads rolling under my skin with each step, feeling my incredibly thick arms hit my ridiculously wide back as they swung. Despite the cold, I felt the python start to wake up again.
As I approached the car, I saw the door open and Sean get out.
“Josh…” he started, the stopped as he looked up at me. “Who the—” Then, his jaw dropped. “Holy fuck!”
“Hey, Sean,” I said, flexing my gargantuan arm. “What do you think?”
“Dude, you grew—,” he stuttered. “—like Josh. All that “I wanna get huge… stuff… it really pays off.”
Then I heard it again. That flapping sound, like a jumbo sized humming bird. I looked around and I swear I saw a baby, a flying baby darting in and out from the trees. Sean looked over and I think he saw it too, but this time it had something in its hands. The thing was too quick, and there wasn’t enough light to see clearly, but in a second, Sean was clutching his neck. “Shit!” he yelled. I got to him just as he was pulling a small gold arrow out of his neck.
“What the—” he said, looking at it.
“Sean, are you all right?”
“Yeah, I guess. It was just fucking weird.”
Jeeze, was Sean about to explode out of his clothes? But when nothing happened immediately, I began to get cold again.
“Josh said he brought some clothes.”
“Oh, yeah,” he said a little absently, “They’re in the back.”
In the back seat was a pile of Josh’s clothes. The pants were really too small on me, but I could just about squeeze into them, and right now, any covering was a blessing. And the shirt, well forget about buttoning up the front. I had to leave it open, my massive pecs thrusting out the front. Thank God it was sleeveless. I didn’t even want to think about trying to stuff my monolithic arms into any sleeves. And there was a big old quilt back there, too. I wrapped myself up in it and climbed into the front of the car with Sean. I felt the car sink beneath me. The seat had been pushed all the way back, but my knees still hit the dashboard. And I had to duck my head a little. My left shoulder was almost hitting Sean in the head. It wasn’t too awkward. The engine was running, the heater was on and I was actually starting to get comfortable.
But we weren’t going anywhere.
I looked over at Sean but he was just staring straight ahead out the windshield.
“You ok?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said, “I was just thinking.”
“What about?” I asked.
“Do you remember the other day, when you kissed me?”
What a time to bring that up. “Yeah?”
“Do you think—?” he paused and took a deep breath. “Do you think you could do it again?”
I was thunderstruck. “Seriously?” Was this for real? “You sure?”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “I’m sure. Suddenly I can’t think about anything else.”
“Oh well,” I said. “I guess there’s no fighting cupid’s arrow.” And I leaned over and smothered myself in his embrace.
(Happy Valentines Day!)