Description Adam comes home from a day of being bullied at school to find he definitely won't have to worry about anything like that after today.
|Updated||18 Nov 2016|
‘Going to be late, order pizza for both of us.’
Adam read the text as he slowly walked from the bus station. Adam wasn’t especially tall or muscular or anything really, he was bland, forgettable and easily teased. With brown hair, green eyes and only reaching a measly 5’10 he was an easy target for bullies. High school was a nightmare, but nothing could have prepared him for college. All the jocks were amped up to 11, given free reign with scholarships that meant they could get away with anything. It had been a particularly bad day with his bag getting used as a football and him getting stripped and thrown into the women’s locker room. The way they laughed… he shuddered trying to shove the thought out of his head.
He fiddled with his keys as he walked up the driveway. He noticed a package on the doorstep, it was addressed to him… that was strange, the Saga comic he ordered (seriously go read Saga) wasn’t due for another week. He shrugged, chucking it under his arm as he walked inside. He locked the door, threw his bag off into the corner of the room and collapsed into the couch. He opened up his laptop and browsed Facespace, there were already 15 messages about the incident at school today.
Adam was frankly mortified and impressed at the way the rumor mill worked so fast, turning a simple story into something grand and perverted. He groaned, shutting off his laptop. It would be a week before this story was replaced by something else, if he was lucky. He looked over the package, he ripped open the box finding a bottle.
GIGA booster shampoo
perfect for extra volume
copyright of Mcguffin inc.
He looked over the tiny sample bottle. He did feel the need to shower and get some of the shame of the day off him. He shrugged, figuring that he might as well give it a go. He gathered up some pajamas and headed to the bathroom with his little green shampoo bottle. He fiddled with the temperature until it was just right. He opened the bottle giving it a smell: it smelled of spices and some sort of fruit that he wasn’t sure of. It wasn’t bad. He squeezed a generous amount into his hand and started washing.
He mulled over his day with the jocks. They were horrible. He had no idea why being big meant they had to be a dick about it. If he was big he wouldn’t do that. If he was big he would protect people. He imagined himself growing larger, more powerful, more endowed. He moaned as he grew in his imagination, so big, bigger than anyone. He stopped washing his head hair and started focusing on his lower half. He grabbed his member, hard from just the thought of growing. He didn’t even notice his actual growth. Muscles started to develop along his chest and arms. His stomach contracted as he developed abs. He felt amazing and full of energy. He let out a moan as his legs expanded, each breath filled him with an energy he never knew. His muscles exploded in size as he started inching up in height. His back slid up the slippery surface of the shower titles, while his hand glided along the slick surface of his shaft.
His head hit the ceiling and he woke from his stupor. “Hey what?” He looked over himself, saying he was huge was an understatement. He was at least 7 feet tall with amazing muscles. He flexed his arm watching in amazement as the huge ball of muscle rose. This was fantastic! He was big and strong, and impossible to push around. He chuckled thinking about how the jocks would react tomorrow. He was so caught up he hardly noticed that his growth hadn’t stopped.
Jesse held a grudge against his mother, since she had left them alone while they were quite young due to her condition, leaving Jesse as Adam’s legal guardian and all the problems that came with that. He was glad that Adam and himself didn’t inherit their mother’s condition; he only had to deal with normal issues like bullying. He pulled into the driveway glad to be home.
“Adam! I got a call today,” he called as he walked into the kitchen and turned on the coffee machine. He would die without that machine. He spotted Adam’s backpack in the corner and heard the shower running, it all seemed pretty self explanatory. He would have the serious talk with him afterwards. He walked upstairs to his room, glad to be done for the day. He took off his shoes and started to change when he heard a strange cracking noise.
“Shit, shit, shit,” he thought. His growth hadn’t stopped at 7 feet. He now filled the bathroom at awkward angles, his bulging muscles and his bulge made it hard to do much of anything. He had no idea how to explain this. “Hey Jesse, your brother is now a macro,” he thought. “Jess is going to flip.” He panicked as his growth kicked up a notch, his head pushing against the ceiling. He had already taken up all the space in the room—there was no where left for him to go but up. “Well if I have to break through the roof, I might as well do it on my own terms,” he thought, pressing his hands against the ceiling. It cracked and bowed, so he let out a breath and pushed. Adam heard a scream as his hand busted through. He ripped through letting the ruble fall on him. He managed to sit up with the extra space which was at least be comfortable. That’s when he felt something moving on his lap.
“Macro jerk face, who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house!” Jesse yelled. He was furious at this guy—how dare he man-handle him like this.
The giant let out a deep chuckle, “Hey Jess… so I think I finally got that growth spurt.” He sounded so awkward. He looked him over: with his brown hair and green eyes, he looked so much like Adam.
“Adam? You… You’re a Macro?” He looked at his now developed body, “That’s impossible, you haven’t shown any signs beforehand.”
“It’s kinda new… like a few hours new.” He said blushing, as he had no idea how to handle this situation. His formerly big brother was now so small, he couldn’t be more than knee height on him. He marveled at how light he was to him, he could hold him up all day and still not feel anything. He could feel himself still growing, though slower than before. He wanted to get bigger, he wanted to know what everyone would look like then. His free hand automatically grabbed his member.
“Well, here is your first lesson as a new macro. Don’t hold someone in your fist, you are meant to cup them in your palm,” he said, wiggling against his grip. Adam smiled, watching him unable to escape from something as simple as his grip.
“Why? That seems unsafe. What if you fall or I sneeze and drop you?” he said confusedly, “I mean come on, it’s much safer like this.”
He hated that Adam might be right on this. He was so new to being big. He could feel his fingers encase more of him—he was clearly still growing. He looked down, noticing what he was doing. “Oh my god, Adam… put me down first. Put me down and let me get away.”
His pleas fell on deaf ears as Adam was consumed with the sensation of growing, letting the person in his hand grow smaller as he got bigger and more powerful. His engorged member demanded his attention. He needed to take care of it before anything else. One hand wrapped around his shaft while the other moved to cup his weighty balls. He had all but forgotten about Jesse’s presence and right now, it didn’t even matter.
Jesse wriggled underneath his brother’s junk, he let out yells of protest. “This is wrong, this is soo wrong,” he thought as the mass above him slowly increased. “So wrong… yet.. it feels amazing.”
Adam moaned as he felt Jesse’s wiggles go from wild and erratic, to slow and deliberate. He smirked as he realized Jesse was getting into this just as much as he was. He brought him out from under him and stared at the tiny woman in his hand. His hand easily wrapped around his waist, long fingers supporting his back, his white blouse was covered in sweat and clung to his panting form.
A finger as thick as his thigh ran along his body, tracing his fit torso so gently, as if he was made of glass. In his head Jesse knew the reason this was all happening, the pure lusting pheromones Adam was emitting that were driving him wild. He wanted the Macro Adam so bad, he needed him and his size. “It is just the pheromones… it’s just natural… that’s all it is… you can’t help it,” he repeated in his mind. He moaned as Adam’s finger pressed on his midsection. “Yes… I can’t help it…” he gasped as he heard a rip. His large finger had ripped open his work slacks, leaving his stiff member exposed. He looked up at Adam’s face; it was so curious, so full of lust and pure joy. This was his first growth, his first time realizing his power. Adam looked at him. He was shocked, confused and wanted nothing more than to take Jesse. Jesse smiled back, before looking down at the titanic member that loomed below him.
His smile was all the encouragement Adam needed, all his doubts about wrong or right were quelled. His base desires came through as he placed him on his colossal cock. Adam pinned Jesse’s legs around him, forcing him to straddle the beast. The pulsating vein running along his member ran against his ass, jostling his pleasure button, as his arms wrapped around Adam’s shlong. A resonating moan came from somewhere deep within Adam. It rumbled and shook the room. This felt so right, so incredible! The sensation built as Adam was filled with energy, the world shrinking around him, he was big and powerful, and nothing could stop him.
“So what does that mean exactly?” Jesse asked, following the doctor through the institute.
“Basically while he will emit pheromones,” he told him. “They won’t be as powerful as a class A like your mother. They won’t drive anyone with uncontrollable lust; the people who encounter Adam will just be turned on. Though someone with your genes should be immune.” The doctor went on, “He does have the potential to become greater though. If that happens call us immediately.”
Jesse took the card with a number on it. “Well, at least he can come home now.” He didn’t want to admit what happened that day, and he certainly didn’t want to admit it was what Jesse had actually wanted. They could get a house and their lives will return to … normal. “And my genes?”
“Still dormant, though we can correct that if you…”
“GOD NO! I just… don’t need that in my life.”
The doctor nodded as he took them down a hall and into the containment room. “Here is Adam, you guys will be able to leave here today. So long as he doesn’t become willfully violent and sticks to combined zones until he learns to control his growth, he will be able to remain out. Welcome to your new lives.”