The jock bully

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 your 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 okay?” 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.”

“Ahhh…”

“Are you a screamer? I mean when you hurt yourself, do you scream a lot?”

“Sometimes….”

“That’s great. I love screamers. They really get me off. Glen, my ex, was a screamer. He was fucking fantastic.”

“Your ex?”

“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.”

(gulp)

“You’re not a hemophiliac or anything like that, are you?”

“Ahhh…no.”

“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.

“Josh?”

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…” Okay, 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?”

I nodded.

“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?”

“Take what?”

“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 okay, 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.”

“What? Why?”

“You’ve just gotta do this for me, bro, okay?”

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.

“Okay,” 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?”

“No!”

“You’ll learn to,” he said, and he was on me again. Okay, 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 bodybuilder 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 okay.

“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?”

“Okay,” 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 okay?” 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.