HELLO everyone! It's been some time since I last uploaded...but I return with a story that is a continuation of one of @aardvarkia 's own stories! My own continuation of his story "Seniority". If you (somehow) don't know of him, please go and read all of his content! Also, keep in mind that this story is completely separate from what is going on in my other content. Please enjoy!
“Our new athletic director is…” The massive principle squinted his eyes, trying to get a better look at what was written on the paper. He was careful with his big hand not to crease it. “...Gordon Little?”
A spotlight weaved its way through the mass of students until it settled into its destination with a frightened senior student at its epicenter.
“Is that Mr. Little? Come on up here!” The big man on stage beckoned Gordon to join him, his deep and rich voice ensuring that everybody at the assembly could hear him, but that was the last thing Gordon wanted to do.
The student remained seated for a moment, unsure of what to do. His mouth went dry, slightly opening and closing as he was searching for any words to utter. Gordon could tell all of the other students were looking at him, it was difficult not to, considering the huge spotlight shining in his face!
With a wimpy gulp, Gordon stood up on shaky legs and slowly made his way down the bleachers where he was sitting, and towards the main stage in the center of their school’s rather large gymnasium.
Stepping onto the wooden stage, each footstep echoing throughout the open space of the building, Gordon reached his hand out to meet his principal’s in a tight handshake. Dr. Sheridan’s muscles made his strength apparent, his huge mitt squeezing Gordon’s tiny hand until it hurt before letting go and turning to the audience again.
Some more was said as Gordon was ushered to a plain folding chair that sat right beside the podium. There he sat while the principal continued his speech, but Gordon was too busy staring at the floor in front of him. He was too dazed by his announcement of being the athletic director to hear what was being said. Next thing he knew, the students were clapping and he looked up to find them funneling out already.
Gordon looked around from his seat frantically, searching for his classmates. Had they gone back to class without him already? As he began to stand up, he felt a firm hand on his shoulder.
“Care to lend me a hand, Mr Athletic Director?” Mr. Bromsfield, the P.E teacher, asked playfully before patting Gordon on the shoulder. He turned around just as quickly and began to pick up the other chairs nearby before walking towards the back of the gymnasium and to the storage shed.
Gordon watched Mr. Bromsfield walk out through the heavy doors leading outside, his hand rubbing where the coach patted him. As soon as he saw him slip around the corner, Gordon stood up and got to work.
With 3 chairs under each arm, he was straining trying to bring them all to the storage shed without dropping them. Out the door onto the blacktop, hot from the direct sunlight, then through another set of open doors and he was inside the shed. As soon as Mr. Bromsfield turned around and spotted him, Gordon’s strength was shot and he fell forward.
“Woah-” Gordon was caught by the other man and a couple chairs fell from his grasp, tumbling to the ground.
“Easy there, Gordon,” Mr. Bromsfield held him in place before easing him up slowly. “You alright there?”
Gordon met his gaze and immediately felt himself flush. He had never noticed his coach had such nice eyes. Deep brown like a delectable chocolate, they studied Gordon’s face, ensuring that he was ok. Now that he was thinking about it, Mr. Bromsfield was rather pleasing to look at in general! His masculine square head and sharp jawline, the short stubble that adorned his cheeks, the slight furrow in his brow and around his eyes that showed his age like a badge. Mr. Bromsfield was kind of-
“OH,” Gordon yelped and reached his hands to his pants, dropping the rest of the chairs on the floor. Why was he rock hard?! He realized how bad it must have looked to have his hands on his boner, so he discreetly pulled his shirt down and backed up. “Oh man, I’m sorry Jim…I,” Gordon paused all of a sudden. Jim?
The teacher’s eyes filled with concern. “Don’t sweat it! It’s really no problem, Gordon,” Jim Bromsfield was once again reassuring him, and it made Gordon feel helpless in the moment. How was he supposed to be the athletic director when he’s suddenly so flustered over his coworker?
He bit his lip slightly. He was the athletic director now so it wasn’t wrong that he thought of him as a coworker but it sure felt wrong. This was his teacher, after all! And how did he know his first name?
Jim bent over to begin picking up the chairs, giving Gordon a front row seat to staring at his ass. Gordon began staring and he could feel himself getting harder. The slight grunts of exertion from Jim made it even worse for him. Gordon was harder than he had ever been in his life, and he was unaware of his cock slowly stretching longer in his pants.
“H-hey Bromsfield,” Gordon stammered, trying to find a topic to distract him from those sudden feelings of his. “What exactly does an athletic director do?” he asked while trying to look away from the instructor’s rear.
“Well,” Jim’s voice was strained as he gathered the chairs from the floor. “As the athletic director you handle all the teams, the budgets, the scheduling of the games. You more or less manage everything about the athletics scene that happens, well, behind the scenes. It is a very important role for a school!” He went on, giving Gordon a general idea of what he was to be doing. “You need a firm hand and great leadership to be successful as one. You’re the ringleader of the operation!”
A leader.
A moan escaped Gordon’s lips, but it didn’t sound like him. It didn’t even sound like much of a moan and more like a grunt. The voice that came out of his mouth was deep and gruff, a far cry from how his voice normally sounds. Worse yet, it made him even harder! He brought a hand up to cover his mouth while his cock silently stretched out another inch within his pants, some pre forming on the tip.
“Alright, got some of them,” Jim slowly rose to his full height and turned back around to the flustered Gordon. Jim had a strong build that filled out his clothes nicely, and that was exactly what Gordon stared at as they spoke with each other. “Can you grab the other half for me? I’ll put these away.”
“Y-yes! Of course…I’ll just go ahead and get started on that,” Gordon silently cursed under his breath as he began to pick up the chairs close to him.
RIIPP!
The sound tore through the quiet of the room, both men pausing. Gordon felt a breeze on his behind, immediately dropping the chairs from his hands and whipping them behind himself to hide the cheeks he was showing. How did his pants rip? He hardly had an ass, but now as he held his hands to them, they cupped them instead of laying flat. Did his butt just…grow? Moving his fingers around to feel for the rip in his pants, a deep one straight down the middle, he also felt something else that made the color drain from his face. His ass was growing hair!
Jim put his hand to his brow for a moment before sighing. “Ok, I think you need to go to the nurse.” He walked over and put his hand on Gordon’s shoulder, trying to guide him to the door, but Gordon resisted.
The nurse’s office was in the same room as the principal's office, and the principal was the last person he wanted to see right now!
“No,” He bellowed in that deeper voice before clearing his throat and trying again. “No, isn’t there anywhere else we can go? I’m fine, really. Maybe I just need a breather.” His normal and much higher voice came out once again.
Jim raised an eyebrow quizzically “Fine. We can go to my office.” He again pulled Gordon’s shoulder to the exit and gestured his hand, allowing him to follow that gesture out the door. The two of them entered the gymnasium again.
Gordon has been in this gymnasium countless times, but this time felt different. He wasn’t going to be a student anymore, he was an employee there, the athletic director! He had to look at things from a new perspective. Gordon raised his head and looked around the gym, taking it all in. He noticed the countless banners adorning the walls with text mentioning different years and different sports championships won at that school. It was impressive, almost as impressive as the fact that he didn’t pay it any mind until now. That is the impact his job has. As athletic director, he caused all of this. It was his job to build the path that would lead these young students to glory like this. His chest swelled with pride.
“UUNGH-” Gordon groaned gutturally as his chest expanded, greatly tightening his shirt. The collar felt like it was choking him, and he let out a soft wheeze while pawing at his chest. Jim hardly even had the chance to react to what just happened before another groan erupted out of Gordon. His chest grew again, this time causing a small rip from his collar that let him breathe. As he gasped for air it looked as if his chest grew even larger.
He was now quite chest dominant, and all the extra weight pushed him forward, leaving him falling on his hands and knees trying to catch his breath. He could feel a gurgling in his belly, a feeling that something was brewing within him. Gordon let out a belch as his stomach began to bow outwards, his shirt riding up over the mass as gravity pulled it towards the floor. It wobbled for a brief moment before it solidified into a solid orb, muscle keeping it taught.
He grunted and shivered as he felt his large belly graze the gym’s cool flooring. Reaching a hand down to pull his shirt down, he realized he couldn’t grasp it very well. Glancing at his other hand, he understood why. Though he could only see one hand, the other hidden under his globe of a belly, he could feel that both of them were growing to be just as meaty as his belly. Fingers popping one by one into fat sausages with a healthy coating of hair along the knuckles. His palm widened before Gordon witnessed his forearms stretching outwards to match the new size of his mitts.
With his hands finished changing, he was finally able to grasp his shirt and he successfully pulled it down over his belly. Gordon had no idea that his shirt just grew multiple sizes in order to make that happen. He made an effort to get up from his position, but his body had other plans.
While he was distracted with hiding his belly, his arms were taking their moment to grow. Horseshoes grew from his triceps, boulders placing themselves on his biceps. There was not much in terms of definition, just pure mass that poured into his body, and his delts were no exception! With the growth of his delts, his shoulders cracked as they inched outwards and pulled his body to even broader dimensions.
Jim had no idea what was happening before him, but he knew he had to help. “Let’s get you out of here,” He stumbled slightly over his words as he tried to pull Gordon up from the ground. Placing his hand on his back, he could feel the musculature growing at his touch and adding mass to his backside. Traps swelled up like loaves of bread before the mass spilled over the wide canvas and caused lats to pop out on each side of him. Gordon was getting utterly huge!
After considerable effort, Jim pulled the changing man onto his feet, and they began to shuffle as fast as they could to their office. Gordon drearily looked up at the banners again, reminding himself of the shoes he needs to fill. That was all it took to fuel his fire again, causing his lower half to make an attempt to catch up to the rest of him.
His walking was already difficult, but with each step it was becoming more laborious. His thighs swelled before slamming into one another. Suddenly Gordon had to swing his legs around each other due to their sheer size. The two men turned the corner in the hallway before Gordon’s calves popped into existence, big as footballs.
As soon as Jim’s hand was on the doorknob to his office, Gordon’s feet erupted from his shoes. They pulled themselves into the private room while the growing feet showed no restraint, rapidly surpassing their old size until they were large enough to carry his mass.
Jim pulled Gordon in before turning around to close the door behind them. This action let Gordon catch another glimpse of Jim’s backside, the sight causing his cock to grow another few inches in both length and thickness. Even more testosterone, and Gordon’s more mature body was starting to think more mature thoughts.
“Thank god we finally made it in here,” Jim panted weakly, “Now what on earth is-” His speech was cut off as he turned around and was caught in a deep kiss. Gordon’s huge hands were holding him in place.
Jim’s hands dropped before he could react, touching Gordon’s ass. Gordon moaned into the kiss, his voice growing deeper and gaining a texture it did not have previously. Reacting to the touch, they swelled once more with grandiose, becoming massive monuments that pushed into Jim’s embrace. With the touch grew even more hair. Hair that was spreading out into other parts of his body.
Pulling his hands away, he brought them up to Gordon’s chest in a weak attempt to push him away. This action only caused his pecs to launch outwards, huge jugs that looked as if they were competing with his belly for reach. Large nipples grew outwards, poking Jim’s hands and ensuring that they would always be seen through any shirt. Gordon bucked his hips and groaned even deeper, his voice now reaching incredible depths that were starting to make Jim weak at the knees. Jim let his hands wander the expansive chest as the two men made out in the office, feeling a dense coating of hair spread out across the mass. By now, Gordon’s body hair was everywhere. Hairy legs, hairy torso, hairy arms that led into thick, sweaty patches of hair in his underarms, even healthy patches of hair on his shoulders and back. Gordon was growing to become a big and burly man, a man of such devastating strength that he completely rendered Jim helpless within his embrace.
Gordon continued the kiss before he began growling. Jim could feel a new scratching sensation from Gordon’s face. In an instant, stubble was sprouting all over Gordon’s cheeks and chin. Very shortly, and with an audible grunt, his stubble exploded into a full black beard and mustache that tickled Jim’s face.
Jim brought his hand up to his face to once again try and push Gordon away, but instead he could feel his jaw crunching and growing outward. All of this was cut short when Gordon’s nose stretched out and poked Jim, finally causing him to break apart, falling back against the door. They both heard a clatter too.
As they both caught their breath, Jim looked at Gordon in his entirety. His feet were huge and hairy, though he could say the same about the rest of him. Massive legs that ripped through the fabric of his pants, huge pillars that were capped by the biggest ass he’d ever seen. A large belly that extended straight outward with even bigger pecs that rested atop them. The shirt had tried its best to accommodate his growing size but it was no match, rips here and there. Burly hands that led into unbelievable arms, all leading into…not Gordon.
His face had grown large and blocky, huge lantern jaw hidden by a larger beard that covered his upper lip. There was a patch of white on his chin, the only highlight within the black locks. Big, handsome beak of a nose and a jutting brow with slightly bushy eyebrows. Then there was his hair, or lack of it. Somehow, during the kiss, all of his hair had disappeared from atop his head - perhaps spreading across his body instead - leaving him with a shining bald skull. Hadn’t he always been bald, though?
The man before him slowly bent over with a huff, picking up a pair of glasses off of the ground and wiping them off calmly before flicking them over the bridge of his nose. He was breathing deep breaths, breaths that made his chest rise and fall like the tide. After a moment of looking at Jim and himself, he muttered an apology.
“I’m sorry,” his voice was just as strong as the rest of him, and it made Jim’s heart flutter at the sound. “I may have gotten a smidge ahead of myself there, Jim.” a very soft smile and chuckle graced his lips, though many would have been hard pressed to see it considering his facial hair. Despite the smile, he seemed a little discouraged, almost like a child that had gotten into trouble and was about to be scolded. Almost.
Jim opened his mouth to respond, but no words could express what he wanted to say. His eyes kept drifting over his body, taking it all in. The longer he stared at him, the more he was familiar with this sight. This was the athletic director, he’s always looked like this! Same brooding, masculine face. Same bulging, hot body. And that damn near irresistible c-
He choked back a moan. Yes, this was the athletic director, Alan Gray, his superior in every sense of the word. Completely lost in his own head, the words slipped out of his lips without him even noticing. “You’re so fucking sexy,”
Like a grenade going off in the office, the words triggered the last of Alan’s transformation into the athletic director, his pecs bounced out a little farther, arms grew a little stronger, dick a little longer. His skin grew weather-beaten as he aged, wrinkles forming on his face and around his eyes, further showing his experience and seniority over the P.E. teacher. Alan bellowed as cum rocketed into through his underwear and into his pants his voice reverberating throughout the room. He fell back onto Jim’s desk panting. He inspected his clothing, ripped, covered in sweat, and a huge wet spot halfway down his thigh. “You get me too worked up, Jim,” he purred through heavy breaths.
“It’s a good thing we made it to my office,” Jim laughed as he helped Alan up. Opening the cabinets that lined the wall, he pulled out a couple of fresh clothes in Alan’s size. “It’s also a good thing that I’m no stranger to this.” He tossed the clothes to Alan before giving him a kiss on the cheek. “I have to get back to work. Change up and get the hell out of here…and maybe open a window while you’re at it.” He smiled as he opened the door and looked for a moment as Alan struggled to fit his mass in the fresh set of clothes. “I’ll see you tonight, love!” The door shut.
Alan chuckled at that. He was too old to be fooling around like this, especially at work. At least he’ll get round 2 later tonight with his husband.
Later on, now working inside his own office on the other side of the building, he heard a knock on the door.
“Come in,” Alan said gruffly.
The door creaked open and Dr. Curt Sheridan, the school’s massive principal, stepped inside. His suit was flawless, as was his face.
“How are you, Alan?” He eased his bulk into the chair that sat in front of Alan’s desk. At 6’4 and 295 pounds, Dr. Sheridan was a testament to discipline and authority and had all of Alan’s respect. He was also damn good to look at. “The basketball team just won their recent tournament so I wanted to thank you for spotting that and putting it together for them. I think they’re going to go to some great places, those kids.”
Alan wiped his glasses and folded his hands over his belly, his green polo shirt stuffed to the brim with muscle. “No surprise to me, Curt. I’ve been saying the same thing since that team was formed.” He smiled brightly, his pearly and straight teeth shining through his beard.
“I must say, you’ve always been a great judge of character and prowess,” the principal leaned back on the chair. “What’s your secret?” a smirk graced his face as he asked.
“Oh, there’s nothing secret about it. Give them the opportunity and they’ll take it if they really want it,” Alan shifted his weight forward, his arms bracing his weight over the desk. “And a firm, guiding hand never hurts too, of course!” The two large men burst into hearty laughs, and another productive day at their school flies by.
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The biting winds grazed the youthful skin, lips cracking in the cold. In that moment, he felt as if he was frozen over; thoughts hazy, heartbeat slowing to a crawl. How he wished that was actually the case, as the man whom he was facing was staring back with those deep and solemn eyes of his.
“I’m sorry, Jerett. You knew for a while now that this wasn’t going to work out. I wish one of us could have torn off the bandaid sooner than this, I’m sorry I let it fester for so long.” The man spoke up as his gaze softened before turning away. “I wish you the best in life.” He added that as he walked off, down the snow-covered sidewalk in those brown boots that Jerett had gifted him oh so long ago, leaving footsteps that tainted the perfect white canvas of winter, footsteps that Jerett didn’t want to acknowledge as tears began to cloud his vision into a blurry mess. The combination of his fuzzy earmuffs and the chilling breeze silenced even his own quiet sobs from himself, completely unaware that he was even crying to begin with.
A shrill fizzling and static noise filled the air of the office meeting room. The door opened and closed as Jerett glumly walked inside to find his fellow intern crouched onto the ground whilst fiddling diligently with an old cathode ray tube television. The man glanced up from his spot on the carpet before standing up to his 5’9 height once he realized who it was. A wide smile broke on his face as he turned to face Jerett, who was the same height.. “You made it!” He said with open arms as he walked towards his coworker before leaning in with a hushed voice “Look, I know we’re just interns here, but the boss is starting to notice that you’re showing up late, like, everyday.”
Jerett quickly dodged his eyes around defensively “Alright, alright! Hey, I have important things to deal with, I am a busy guy!” He delivered that last remark with a bit of gravitas, expecting his coworker to laugh at it.
He just quietly returned to his fiddling without another word.
Unable to stand the awkward silence that he caused, Jerett rolled his head before closing the distance between the two of them. “Thanks though, Andy. You’re always lookin’ out for me. Once the boss man gives me my promotion and I’m fully integrated, I’ve gotta get you some donuts.” He was about to reach out and jokingly tousle Andy’s short chestnut hair, but stopped himself after realizing he may not find that funny either.
“Ok, all set up!” Andy stood up once again with a stretch and turned around, “And don’t mention it, man. You don’t have to do something like that. Besides, eating this early makes my stomach hurt…” He rubbed his stomach with an exaggerated gesture, which caused Jerett to laugh.
“What? Do you just skip breakfast or something?” He jeered incredulously. How could somebody not love eating some waffles and pancakes?
“Bingo, haven’t been eating breakfast consistently since,” He looked up, pondering it for a moment, briefly noticing what looked like a food stain on the ceiling tile that very roughly resembled a star with a drop below it.“...elementary school probably!” He looked at Jerett, but Jerett noticed he was looking a little above his eyes. “Y’know, you have some snow on your hair, dude.” Pointing up at his head of black hair that was a bit more curly and floppy.
“O-oh, yeah?” Jerett awkwardly brought his skinny hands up to his head, brushing off the snow as it landed on his shoulder and down his shirt. “Ah! Cold! Ooh it went down my back, man!” He jolted and reached back to wipe back with rapid movements as Andy laughed, walking past him and out the door. Jerett was left alone in the room with an old CRT TV and a cold back. He stood there in the silence for a brief moment before the door behind him opened once again, Andy peeking back in.
“Also, I can tell you’ve been crying. Did something happen before work?” Andy looked at him with an indiscernible expression in his eyes. To most, this might be uncomfortable, not knowing the intention behind the words, but Jerett knew that Andy isn’t the kind of guy to be conniving like that.
Breaking his eyes away from Andy, Jerett opted to stare at his shoes trying to decide if he should divulge his thoughts. The sight of his shoes brought back the imagery of those footsteps stained in the snow from that morning. He closed his eyes momentarily before choosing his words. “I got dumped this morning.”
“Oh no! I’m sorry to hear that man…” Andy slapped the wall with his open palm, startling Jerett. “She didn’t deserve you, big dog.” That wide grin was plastered on his face before he turned back around with a quick “I’ll see you at the party later!” as he rounded the corner and shut the door.
Jerett was once again alone.
“He…”
Jerett stepped out of the meeting room, his mind on other things, as a big box of paper plates and bowls with balloon graphics were thrusted into his arms.
“Morning, Jerett!” It was the accountant, Julie. She was a very kind woman to the two interns, and she was usually the one that ended up relaying the tasks and requests of the boss. “Love the outfit today, but did you know there was a stain on your shoulder?” Jerett’s eyes widened as he looked down at his shoulder, a wet spot definitely present on his nice dress shirt. “ Also, can you take this box to Richie for me? I tell you, I can never tell what he likes and doesn’t like for certain things. I mean, aren’t white paper plates enough? Why do we need blue with balloons printed everywhere, I-” She held up her hand suddenly as if to quiet herself. “Sorry, got out of hand there. I’ll let you go,” She walked off in the other direction, likely prepared to get 500 tasks out of the way. He admired her work ethic. She turned her head back and shot a quick “I really do love the outfit!”
Jerett smiled weakly. He wore his best clothes today since he was going to go out with his boyfriend once work ended, but it looks like that won’t be happening anymore. He’s already been in so many relationships, maybe it just wasn’t cut out for him. He moped around as he trudged towards the boss’ office. He knocked on the closed door, peeking through the carved glass that warped the view of the inside, but he could see the silhouette of somebody get up from the desk and walk towards the door.
Upon opening up, Jerett realized Richie was on the phone. He was fairly tall and looked a little imposing with his fancy full suit and his slicked back blonde hair. Once he begins talking, however, he becomes a lot less intimidating. His eyes lit up once he saw Jerett and the box, and quickly motioned him in as he continued to speak on the phone. He couldn’t tell who the boss was talking to, but it sounded like someone very close to him. Family, perhaps? A little strange to be doing that on company time, but it was a pretty lenient work space. He hardly needed to get stern or angry with the workers, as everybody did their part - and they did their part well, at that.
Jerett walked inside and shuffled off to the side where he stood, vacantly observing the little photos and trinkets that were strewn around the large office. “Yes…yes. Uh huh. Oh, I love that! Of course, those little tykes love their Harry Potter. A musical? Well I wouldn’t say I’m a musical expert but you can’t go wrong with Harry Potter. I’m sure it will be a blast!” He rattled on and on with glee to whoever was on the other side of the line.
‘You can indeed go wrong with Harry Potter’ Jerett thought to himself.
“Alright well, buy the tickets and I need to call you back later. Yes. Yes, some office work. We’re preparing for our little shindig. Okeydokey, love you much!” He made little kissy noises as he lowered the phone to its holder. With a KLAK, he snapped upwards and clapped his hands together. “So! These are the arrangements that you and Andy got for us, yes?” Before Jerett could interject, Richie was already continuing his spiel “Oh, why, they look lovely! Yes this will be perfect. You two make such a great duo, you know?” He was a fast talker, and Jerett couldn’t quite keep up in his already slightly glazed mental state.
“I-i…well-”
“Now how old are you two again? 22?”
“Um, yes. Yes, sir, I’m 22 and Andy is 21. We-”
“Mmm, a very young age indeed. You two must have done many summer classes and thinking ahead to reach this point so fast,”
Jerett’s brain felt like it was going to melt. ‘You were the one that hired us, weren’t you?’
“Nevertheless, we have a party to prepare!” Richie grabbed the box from him and set it on his desk. “You’ve done a great job already, Jerett, really! Go ahead and take care of some of those pesky emails back at your desk, the rest of us can set up the remainder.”
“Are you sure, sir? I can still get some things ready for us if you need.” Jerett was confused, there was still a lot of work to be done, no?
Richie shook his head. “No, no. Really! We can take it from here,” He ended that with a wink as he walked towards the door to the office and opened it for Jerett.
With a moment of hesitancy, Jerett passed through the door and began the long trek across the office to his cubicle. Why isn’t the boss having him do anything else? Emails really weren’t that big of a deal, he could do that anytime. Did he see the tear marks? If Andy could tell, surely they were obvious! He wiped his eyes as he sat down at his desk. Begrudgingly, he began to slowly work on his emails, opting to push out whatever other thoughts he had until he could have a grand meltdown in the privacy of his home. That sounded nice, the chance to just let it all out. That promise kept Jerett busy for the remainder of his work.
Some time passed, and it seemed like the party was all set up, but Jerett was none the wiser. He had completely enveloped himself in his work, having become the most productive he has been in a long while. A working machine! That is, until another coworker tapped him on the shoulder and notioned that the party was about to begin.
With a quick “Thank you!” Jerett got up out of his seat and briskly moved towards the meeting room he started in. It was a bit strange seeing the office empty like this, but once he opened that meeting room door, he was met with the lively faces of all of his coworkers. They were already opening their drinks and chowing down on their food. The mood was contagious, and Jerett felt his worries melt away as he began to laugh and get caught up in the excitement.
Plate after plate of food was had, many dishes having been cooked by their very own Julie! She was like Wonder Woman to Jerett. Having a loving stay-at-home husband, 3 kids, a lofty office job, and an incredible cooking skill as well! Many of the office members looked to her for fun conversations, advice, and even some occasional drama.
After some time had passed, Richie clapped his large hands together, creating a thunderous noise that shot through the noisy conversations and music that was playing. All heads turned towards him. “Attention everybody! I would like to thank all of you, yes, each and every one of you for making all of this possible! We have had an incredible year thus far and have made some real achievements and partnerships together. It is truly an honor to call myself the big boss around here,” This was met with laughter throughout the room including himself. Jerett also found himself chuckling as he reached up to take another sip of his fruit punch. Richie continued “I had our wonderful intern, Andy, set up this old and clunky machine. You all remember this piece of history? I was shocked to hear that someone as young as Andy knew about this stuff!” Andy rolled his eyes with a grin as laughter once again shook the room. “Now, we have a nice dvd here to showcase some nice moments and highlights from the year, if you’d please take a look!” Richie popped open a non-descript dvd case and carefully pulled out the disc. After slipping it into the dvd player, an old-school video began to play that looked like something a family would make at the end of their children’s school year. It was corny, but it was endearing.
Halfway through the video, Jerett looked around for a clock, not sure what time it was. Looks like it was 2:13, meaning they still had a good amount of time to kill before the work day was over. At this moment, Andy tapped his shoulder, startling him. “Hey,” He was whispering to Jerett, not wanting to distract everyone else from the video. “I’m sorry about your relationship, but…” He pointed up at the ceiling, to which Jerett’s eyes followed to a grimy mark on the ceiling tile.
Jerett couldn’t even make out what the smudge was in the darkness of the room. A particularly bright segment of the video lit up the space for a brief moment, in which he could piece together that it was something of a star with a little dribble at the bottom of it. Had that always been there? He never really went to meetings in this room, so he couldn’t say for sure. Leaning back over to Andy, he whispered in return “What? Is that supposed to mean something?”
“Make a wish.”
“What?”
“You make a wish on it! That’s why the big meetings are held in this room. It started off as a joke when Sasha was eating during a meeting and somehow managed to get food flung up to the ceiling.”
“How on earth did that happen??”
“I don’t know! But that’s not what’s important right now. Now it’s their ‘guiding star’ or something dumb like that, so they wish on it for things whenever they hold meetings here.”
They stared at each other for a long while, Andy waiting to hear from Jerett, Jerett still trying to process how Sasha got food up there.
Andy decided he waited long enough and spoke up again “Whatever man, you can make a wish on it if you want, that's all I’m saying. Just pointing it out.”
“Are you going to make a wish?” Jerett asked, raising one eyebrow.
“Hell no, that’s dumb as hell!”
Jerett laughed a little too loud at that, causing some heads to turn back around to face them. Jerett’s face burned pink with embarrassment, and as he turned to look at Andy, he realized he was already sidling back up to the front. Looks like the video was coming to an end.
He looked up at the star and stared at it for a while.
“I-”
Andy was packing his things to head home for the night. He grabbed his backpack and small briefcase, then headed over to Jerett’s desk to see if they could walk out of the office together.
“Jerett! I’m leaving for the night, good work today!” Andy mentioned as he turned the corner into Jerett’s ‘space’ as he sometimes calls it. “You wanna come with?”
Jarett was staring blankly at his computer still. He lost his productivity train after the party and didn’t get much done for the rest of the day. “What? Oh, yeah. Yeah, I can go out with you.” Jerett said that over his shoulder as he reached for the monitor to turn it off and gather his things. He realized what he said and sharply flipped towards Andy. “Wait! I-i didn’t mean it like that, I meant it just like I’d…” Andy was looking at his phone with his free hand. Did he not hear it? Or did he just not care?
“Hm? Did you say something?” Andy met his gaze with that same blank expression. Yeah, he definitely didn’t hear what he had said.
Jerett gathered up his stuff and tidied his space, and the two interns were off to the parking lot.
“I’ve been thinking, you’ve been working your ass off lately, Jerett! We gotta celebrate that somehow, man! Did you want to hit up a movie or a, uh, something!” Andy was eagerly talking about doing activities, but Jerett was still overthinking what he had said earlier.
“You mean tonight?” Jerett looked over, slightly shocked. Andy never invited him to do things.
“Sure!”
“Just us two?!”
“I’m down for whatever. If you want to bring some buds over then that's fine by me as well. I just want to go do something fun!”
Jerett’s heart was fluttering. Was Andy…asking him on a date? Sure, he was a little bit younger than he was, and Jerett preferred guys a bit bulkier than himself - they were both quite skinny - but he couldn’t be picky, right?
“No,” Jerett stopped himself. He was excited, and Andy wasn’t that bad looking of a guy. But he just got dumped that morning! It was a little early to go out with somebody else, surely. He needed some time to himself. “I think…I think I need some time to myself tonight.”
Andy lost a little bit of his gusto, but he was still upbeat. “Alright, no worries. I’m going to be free after work the next few days, so don’t be afraid to reach out!” They both made it to their cars and pulled out, heading to their respective homes.
Jerett’s drive was a solemn one. No music to assuage his feelings, the town a veritable winter wonderland covered in snow. He turns a corner.He just had to make it home and things will be better, he reasoned. He hits a red light and comes to a stop. He just had to think things out and give it time. The light turns that bright green, time to go. He drives in absolute silence for a moment. Turn left here. Right there. He turns another corner and-
The foot prints.
This street. These stores. These surroundings. Those. Damn. Footprints. He saw them with his own two eyes and nearly crashed his car because of how desperately he stared at them. He drove past them, his heartbeat rapidly rising. How! How are those footprints still there?! They should be long gone by now, the snow should have covered them up while he was at work! They must be from somebody else that just walked that way, yes! There’s no need to worry. And yet, why did he feel so terrible? Even if those foot prints were from somebody else, even if they had nothing to do with his now ex boyfriend, the fact remains. There will be nobody to greet him at home.
He’s alone.
Jerett stopped the car. His chest heaved in and out from his heavy breaths, his mind working overtime processing all his emotions. Should he feel sad? Angry? Defeated? Hopeful? He couldn’t shake the image from his head, the scene that played out over and over again throughout the day despite his efforts to avoid it.
Suddenly he remembered Andy. Jerett fumbled to open his glove box and whipped out his phone with his cold clumsy fingers, searching for Andy’s contact information. There! He found it. He had Andy’s address saved from when he first got hired and Jerett helped him move things into his relative’s house nearby. He punched in the address to gps and darted back onto the street, driving dangerously towards his destination.
The car stopped in front of a cozy blue house covered in snow with two extravagant windows overlooking the front porch. He saw Andy’s car in the driveway, meaning he was home. Jerett calmed himself and breathed into his hands, warming them up to go outside. He walked up the driveway, through the empty garden in the front, and to the door. He didn’t notice the lack of footprints from Andy, or the new foot prints that he had just left.
With a shaking hand, he reached for the doorbell.
Andy was packing his things to head home for the night. He grabbed his backpack and small briefcase, then headed over to Jerett’s desk to see if they could walk out of the office together.
“Jerett! I’m leaving for the night, good work today!” Andy mentioned as he turned the corner into Jerett’s ‘space’ as he sometimes calls it. “You wanna come with?”
He noticed Jerett staring blankly at his monitor. Andy felt bad, the breakup was probably hitting him pretty hard. He wasn’t too good at comforting people, so he thought the wishing idea might cheer him up a little bit, but he’s not sure if he even made a wish. Jerett looked up at him.
“What? Oh, yeah. Yeah, I can go out with you.” Jerett said weakly, returning to his desk to gather up his stuff.
Andy smiled before whipping out his phone and checking his text messages. None, again. He chuckled to himself a little bit at how little friends he had. Oh well, just means more time for puzzles at home. He realized he was pretty hungry, so he looked on google maps for places to eat after work. As he scrolled through countless restaurants that all looked so tasty, he changed his mind and told himself to just cook something at home if he was that hungry, after all, he already had way more food than he normally eats at the party today. He looked up from his phone and Jerett was staring at him expectantly. “Hm? Did you say something?”
Jerett looked a little relieved and went back to putting everything away. When he was finally set, they walked out to their cars.
Andy pitched the idea of hanging out sometime. They were both young interns and had a lot in common, surely they could get to know each other a little better and be better friends than just friendly coworkers! Jerett, although initially excited, turned him down. Andy kept the offer open and hopped in his car to drive home.
After listening to some tunes on the radio and a brisk drive, he arrived at his uncle and aunt’s house. He parked in the lonely driveway and passed through the sparse garden to the door, slightly smiling at the deep footprints he left behind him as he walked. After fumbling with his keys a little bit due to the cold, he managed to get the door open and he shut it behind him, breathing a sigh of relief.
Andy pulled off his shoes and placed his keys on a rack next to a photo of a happy couple, which Andy picked up and kissed before placing back down. It was a photo of his uncle and aunt. He grew up in an abusive household and had a bad relationship with his parents. After being cast out of the house at a young age, his relatives decided to help him out and give him a proper home to live in.
The damage had been dealt, unfortunately. While Andy was eternally grateful at the love and care that his uncle and aunt gave to him, he still felt the repercussions of how his parents treated him. Despite that, they did their best to live as a happy family, and they accomplished that until they passed away when Andy was 19. They left him the house, and Andy was proactive enough to take multiple extra courses during his schooling and work a part time job to save up money for emergencies. Thanks to this, he landed an internship at an office and has been making it work. He just wishes that he had more friends to share fun times with in a house that is cold and empty.
Andy pulled off his coat realizing how hot he was getting, and turned the thermostat down a bit. He continued to sweat, and he felt like he was burning up! He briefly wanted to take off his shirt, but it was a button up and would take too much work. He’d have to mess with his belt to take his pants off too. Andy moved toward the kitchen to splash some water on his face, but the moment he stepped foot onto the kitchen flooring, he passed out.
Crackling. The sounds of snaps and crackles filled Andy’s ears and wouldn’t stop. It happened irregularly, seemingly with no pattern of when he would hear it. He opened his eyes and felt a splitting headache. Slowly looking around, he slid his hands on the cool kitchen tile to lift himself off the ground. His body felt cumbersome to move, almost foreign. Andy’s hands found their way to the countertop and there he rested to catch his breath. The same crackling sounds ringed in his ears, and upon opening his eyes to try and seek the origin of it, Andy saw something unbelievable.
His hands were huge! He tried lifting them to inspect them closer, but he quickly lost balance and had to brace and catch himself on the counter once more. Opting to observe them on top of the counter, his eyes opened wide. Instead of the average piano hands he once had that excelled at typing - a helpful trait in the office - he had wide, stumpy, and calloused hands that looked like they would better fit a gorilla! His knuckles looked like they could punch through an iron maiden without so much as a scratch. On top of the size and mass of his new mitts, there were large veins wrapping the top of them, trying to reach towards his forearms. Before Andy could bring his eyesight up towards his arms, his headache exploded with pain, forcing his to slam his eyes shut with a grunt and a yell.
The pressure in his skull felt like it never ended. He grit his teeth with all he could muster to try and alleviate the pain, and after an agonizing moment, he felt like he was on the verge of something. The pressure felt like it was building to something, and he was desperately trying to reach that point so he could feel relief. He couldn’t take the pain anymore. With a yell, he leaned over the counter and tilted his head towards the air when the pressure reached its breaking point. With a sickening pop and a crunch, a lot of the pressure disappeared, while it felt like his very skull expanded in size. He couldn’t tell what just happened, and there were no mirrors to look, but before he could think another thought the pressure began to build up in his jaw and seep down into the rest of his body.
“Auuuughhh!-” Andy was in a full body pain now, any little movement searing to his very bones.
DING-DONG
That noise snapped Andy to attention. The doorbell? Who could be ringing his doorbell at this hour? Especially when he was going through…whatever this was. As he acknowledged that thought, his body rippled and he heard another snap as his spine stretched out longer, his torso looking a little bit wider. Did he just grow in height?!
He slowly shuffles towards the door, another spasm of growth traveling through his body. He braces against the refrigerator, using its vaguely reflective surface to look at himself. He couldn’t exactly tell how he looked, with how dark and blurry his reflection was, but it definitely looked wider. At the very least, he could see his new hands gripping the fridge and those looked somehow even bigger. They left huge smears on the surface as he sweat.
With a grimace, Andy felt the pressure heating up, burning in his jaw. As he brought his head to the cool surface of the refrigerator, he let out another gasp and a yell as the pressure flooded out of his jaw. He could see it this time. Looking at his reflection, his jaw was spreading outwards, his thin face widening into a boxy mass. The growth ended and Andy stared, mouth agape, at his new reflection.
DING-DONG
He was reminded that there was a mysterious visitor. He should just ignore it and let them leave, but something deep down inside of him told him he needs to open the door. He obeyed his consciousness and moved towards the door, gritting his teeth and trying not to pay mind to how different and uncomfortable his mouth felt. He could feel his pants tighter on his legs now, getting caught at the knee when he made each step.
He finally made it to the door and leaned against it to catch his breath. Never before did the trip from the kitchen to the front door feel like such a marathon. After a few large gasps of air, Andy looked up for the peephole, and realized after a moment that it was now at his chin. How much had he grown? Regardless, he looks through it, only to see Jerett behind the door!
Andy’s eyes widen, his heart races. What is Jerett doing here? Could it be…?
Andy begins to open the door, prepared to ask Jerett to come back another time, but Jerett had other plans. He shoves the door open and takes a few steps inside. Andy, shocked, is pushed back a few steps further back into the house, holding out his arms to stop Jerett from advancing.
“What are..?!” Andy yelled in a louder volume than he intended.
“Andy, I-” Jerett’s face dropped as they stared at each other in the entrance of Andy’s house. They used to be the same height, but now Jerett was looking up at Andy, looking at his outstretched and giant hands before looking at his face. He didn’t look like Andy anymore, but his soul told him it was. In fact, his soul was telling him a lot more than that.
Andy looked down at Jerett now, having to force himself to look past his huge paws. Why was he here? But more importantly, why did he feel like this? There was something stirring inside of Andy as they stared each other down. Was it nostalgia? Reminiscence?
To the both of them, their brains were telling them that they were more than coworkers. They were-
“UUNNGH!” Andy stumbled backwards, catching himself on a table and the wall. He could feel it, something was going to change soon! He saw Jerett begin to advance on him, and Andy was scared. He had no idea what was going on, but it was too much of a coincidence that Jerett was here. For all he knew, Jerett was the cause of all of this. Andy held his hands out once again, and mustered up a voice that neither of them have heard before. “Don’t come closer,” It was a deep and sonorous voice that thundered through both of their bodies and through the still air of the house. The pressure came back in full force and paralyzed Andy.
“GRRAAAAA-” It was like a guttural bellow of a beast, Andy hunched over the table; his backside towards Jerett who watched on, dumbfounded. After multiple grunts, groans, and pops, Andy thrust out his ass. In an instant, it rippled and exploded in size, growing to almost triple its original size. His new boulders that he will call an ass jiggled with mass as they tore through the seat of his pants. It looked unnatural on him, as it would on anybody, but that was about to change.
Andy was grunting and groaning as rips began to be heard. He kept adjusting his stance as the growth slipped from but rear down towards his feet. Jerett watched in horror as his memory of the skinny old Andy was destroyed along with his pants, thigh growing massive and meaty, calves rising up like jiffy pop. Sock stretching and bursting as over-sized feet filled their confines to their breaking point, each joint popping and growing until even his feet looked masculine, something Jerett never considered possible. As Andy repositioned himself to stand with this wildly muscular lower half, his footfalls shook the floor he was standing on. Tatters of his pants and socks fell to the floor; Andy standing upright and turning to face Jerett.
His face was full of vitriol towards Jerett. At least, that’s what he wanted to express if Andy wasn’t so frightened of what was happening to him. He wanted to shout at Jerett to get away, to scream in rage; his body wouldn’t let him, no, his soul prevented him from such an act. Something was slowly being revealed in his brain, some puzzle piece that would surely explain what was happening right now.
“You need to help me,” Andy pleaded quietly, or as quietly as his booming voice could. Before Jerett could attempt to do anything, his coworker was once again enraptured in a bout of what he could only imagine was pain. Andy’s eyes shut as his torso bubbled up, widening into much more broad proportions. He clutched at his waistline as it began to swell over his belt, a creak signifying its straining; his arms were pulled away as his back snapped into perfect posture, his ribs expanding to a wider position, and his shoulders flying to either side of his body. He took in a large gasp of air that only seemed to fill him out even more, his body looking more like the fridge he once rested against rather than the stick he used to be. Andy’s eyes opened and locked onto Jerett’s, his brain fog beginning to clear up. He held up his arms as mass began to gurgle down them like a waterfall; deltoids becoming large pumpkins atop his shoulders, biceps filling with meat and muscle, triceps filling out the forms beneath it. It was evident these muscles were built for power, not beauty, at least in the traditional sense. Andy began to take a few huge steps towards his now puny looking “friend”. Large cable-like veins slithered down said muscles, trying to connect with those on his hands; as they passed the threshold between upper arm and lower, his forearms blew up with the same size as the rest of him, snapping his wrists into a much wider configuration to better serve his huge hands. Andy’s body was shaking and trembling with all the growth, his pants in tatters and his shirt impossibly tight over his very healthy, but powerful body.
The sight of Andy slowly stomping closer and closer to Jerett made his hairs stand on end. It was terrifying, but he was also, ashamedly, incredibly turned on by the sight that unfolded before him. His mouth quivered, trying to say something, anything! Andy’s now intense eyes never wavered from their gaze. “I…” Another step closer. “I…” Another step closer, his body shook and gurgled again, neither of them knew another 5 pounds was added onto his weight. “I wished that I could have a boyfriend! I wished I could have the love of my life,” Jerett cried it out, and it began to spill out of him like a river. Andy’s eyes widened and he stopped in his tracks.
Jerett took a deep breath. “I wished it! I wished it on that stupid star, ok? You told me about it and I was so desperate to know if I could be loved that I made this wish!” Andy and Jerett’s eyes widened, the fog beginning to clear. “That wish turned you into this, and I’m sorry! How was I supposed to know that this was going to happen?! But it happened, and I’m sorry, alright? I…I’m sorry, but now I know exactly who you are,” Their eyes looked free of doubt, the answer revealed already to each other.
“You,” Andy rumbled in his new voice. “Have a boyfriend now. You have the love of your life
“I do,” Jerett repeated, aware of exactly what he was going to say. “And it isn’t you.”
The false memories flooded through their brains like an avalanche, they saw a new life unfold before them. They were coworkers, but Andy was not an intern. Jerett met his boyfriend, Julian, 4 years before landing his office job and they have been happily together since then. Jerett met with Julian’s father after the two of them got his permission to get married; Julian cooked an exquisite meal for his boyfriend and his father, he was a very well taught chef, after all. Julian’s father took a quick liking to Jerett. He said he could help him out with his job search. “How would you like to intern at an office job?” he asked.
“It is not you, Andy.” Jerett said with tears in his eyes. “I have the love of my life, it’s Julian. The one who taught him how to cook and the one who helped me get into this internship and guide me along the way, it was you. It was you, Rob.”
Andy had a sudden jolt as he remembered everything that happened as well. He remembered growing up, starting a family, having his first son, and watching him grow up. He saw his son grow into a man and get a mighty fine boyfriend. His son, Julian, was now a married man to another wonderful man named Jerett. Jerett was his-
“I’m your dad-” The words slipped out of Andy’s mouth before his body suffered the biggest shock so far. His body was big and strong, but he was still much too young to be a father. He knew that was about to get amended.
“HRRNGH,” With a loud grunt, Andy leaned back as his stomach launched out, his abs growing until they were convex, a true ab gut. The surging weight of his new belly snapped the belt clean off and broke free of its shirt prison. Buttons launched everywhere as his belly broke through, but most interestingly, dense brown hairs began to crop up on his stomach and spread like wildfire. The hair slipped down towards his legs, making his hips widened once more to support the burgeoning body. His lower half jiggled with one last growth as hair sprouted over the skin, his meaty feet gaining a good amount of fur as well. Andy groaned and scratched his ass as itchy and coarse hair sprouted over its great expanse.
Andy’s prodding arms moved up towards his stomach, where the hair seems to travel up his hands and over his vast arms. His eyes shot open and he looked down in confusion as he made a curious whine. Through the remainder of shirt - covering only his upper back and his chest at this point - both Jerett and Andy could see his nipples not only growing in size, but thickening up; his new nipples were poking through the shirt and would be noticeable on any shirt he wore. With enlarging arms, hair still growing on their expanse, he brought his giant mitts up to these new nubs and squeezed them. “OOOORGHHHH-” His head shot back as pleasure filled his body. He couldn’t see it yet, but from his nipples a surge of hair began to spread across his chest in a dense forest. As this forest began to take root, it needed a strong foundation to thrive off of. While still holding on to his new thimble sized nipples, he could feel strength growing beside them. Similar to his gut, his pecs launched outwards, instantly shredding the last remains of his buttons to reveal an incredibly hairy chest. But it needed to be bigger!
It was a sizable chest, of course. Enough for anyone to say that he had a big chest, and enough for Andy to agree; but Rob did not agree. He only had a pretty boy’s plates right now.
Swell.
Rob needed them to be bigger.
Swell.
Rob needed them to be rounder.
Swell.
Rob needed true muscle jugs that nobody would be able to compete with.
Swell.
Rob needed a rack of huge muscle tits to go along with the suckable nips he was sporting.
Swell.
His pecs were awe-inspiring. They were perfect. His pecs swelled so big with muscle and fat that they sagged slightly over his gut. In fact, they stretched over his turtle shell ab gut and made it look miniscule in comparison
Rob changed his grip from tweaking his nipples to whole-hand gripping his new chest, and from his grasp sprouted a healthy amount of grey hairs.
Rob bucked his hips as his back flared and grew rounder with muscle, his lats flying outward to make him even broader, hair taking root even along the backside of him. Andy would have been frightened of this body, but Rob was obsessed with it. He put in the time and dedication to grow this shrine that was overflowing with testosterone.
To affirm that statement, Rob’s balls began to churn. He grunted lewdly as he widened his stance, and his balls stretched bigger and rounder just like the rest of him.
“HAHAHA” Rob was laughing in a near manic state as he felt up his body, the realization hit him of just how erotic his body was. His cock stirred in his crotch, coming to life and stretching out of his sight. His muscles were huge. His cock stretched longer. His body hair was intoxicating. His cock grew fatter. Rob’s traps began to bubble up, surrounding his neck in tight muscle. He groaned at this, his voice gaining a new texture; rougher, gravelly, he sounded like a foghorn who’s bellows could span the whole ocean. His neck grew thicker to fight against the bulging traps and become fitting for a voice as monstrous as his. His cock bounced up and grazed his hairy belly, leaking with excitement.
He couldn’t take it anymore! He gripped on to his new meat with both hands and started pumping, each pump bringing more than just pleasure. His body was aging. Skin growing tougher and more weathered, hair becoming more wiry. He was almost Rob, and Rob didn’t look like a baby. The pressure entered his skull again, but it was nothing to somebody like Rob. He grit his teeth and goaded it on as he pumped away at his inflated cock. His jaw became stronger and wider, brow stretching out over his eyes like a canopy. His skin became rough, wrinkles and lines appearing over his forehead and mouth, crows feet stretching from his eyes. The hair across his head grew longer as it swept back behind him, and his jaw grew scratchy as stubble quickly filled it in like spilled ink onto a page. His grunts caught in his muscled neck, he was so close. His stubble quickly turned into a full fledged beard, gray invading his chin until the lower half of his new beard was all white. His eyebrows fluffed into a more prominent position, and he knew it was time. As Rob came, Andy was no more. Rob poured everything out of him, all his doubts, fears, past memories, and it felt so good.
In his afterglow, a whirlwind appeared around him, cloth materializing out of thin air and forming a blue polo shirt that somehow encased his massive body. New khakis were formed around his colossal legs, and a large belt strapped around his waist, holding up his slight belly. His excessively large bulge remained prominent in front of his pants.
“Dad? Dad? Dad!”
Rob snapped back into reality and looked down to see his son-in-law. He felt up his body, unsure of where he was. ‘Damn, I’m thick. Helluva body, huh?’ he chuckled to himself. “What happened, son? Did I space off while you were talking to me?” His voice taking on a much more gentle tone now that he was in control of himself again.
“Must have been! Your eyes were glassy like you were sleeping standing up!” Jerett retorted with a bit of a snarky edge, Rob and his family were jokesters, so it was nothing out of the ordinary.
“Well I’ll be…and uh, what was it we were doin’ again?” He asked in a bit of a sarcastic tone, but he actually had no idea what was currently happening.
“You were going to teach me how to cook? I wanted to learn some more techniques to impress Julian. Think you can teach me, say, your favorite dish at your restaurant!” Jerett was eager to learn, and he had been getting lessons from Rob for a while now! It was always a pleasure to come by and learn about cooking from a master.
“But, of course!” Rob clapped his hands together, creating a shockingly loud noise to emanate from it, usually startling anybody who heard it. His phone chimed, and he reached for the holster on his belt - pockets were usually too small for his hands - and saw that he was needed for something at the office. “Hold that thought, bud. Looks like they need something at the office. I gotta take this, but you can stay here and watch HGTV or whatever it is you want, I’m sure you can work the remote better than I can!” He said this over his large shoulder as he walked out of the house. The street was covered in snow, a smooth blanket encompassing his property. He passed by the bustling garden of vegetation and flowers in the cute little sunroom he built a year ago as he made his way down the driveway; past his son-in-law’s car and to his own. He smiled slightly at the deep footprints he left behind him as he walked.
Jerett popped his head out of the door and shouted to Rob. “Hey! Your brother just called the landline! Says his school’s home ec department wants to talk to you about a field trip to one of your restaurants!”
“Oh, for chrissake…I-” He glanced at his watch again before thinking about it momentarily. “Aw hell. That old fart is probably giving his students hell as it is, I might as well let them have a little fun. Tell him to call me later!”
Groaning and grunting as he sat his weight inside it, he looked at his phone and then his phone. “The second intern, huh? What could he possibly need help with now, wasn’t there an office party happening today?
These three boys were trapped in a cabin due to the violent snowstorm that had just blown through moments ago. Now looking like a colossal pile of snow, it would have been hard to realize that underneath all of the cold and white mass was actually a quaint and cozy cabin.
“NNH,” One of the boys slammed his shoulder into the door, trying desperately to get it to budge so they could make it outside. As many times as he pushed into the door, he found himself being pushed away from the door, feet sliding along the hardwood at the entrance of the house. “There’s no way this thing is going to open, man! We’re fucked! Absolutely, positively fucked!” he protested with a firm swat at the door with his fist.
A second boy chimed in, “Chill out, Jack. Look, yes we’re trapped but it’s not like we’re going to be dying any time soon. There’s still food, it’s still warm and even if it starts to get colder, we have tons of blankets and pillows, even all of our extra clothing we can put wear,” Standing further away from the door, this second boy watched Jack’s attempts to open it while knowing with certainty that he wasn’t going to be able to open it even a crack. With how much snow apparently piled up against that thing, they had to be monsters to swing it open.
From across the room, another voice arose. “Are we really going to die, Thomas? I don’t want to die while stranded in here! I want to go home!” The third boy’s voice was noticeably more shaky, clearly scared of the situation the three found themselves in.
Staring down the door in defeat, the first boy was out of breath, hand trembling “Yeah, ain’t nobody here going to come help us at this point. We gotta figure this out on our own…” He muttered this without turning, punching the door had hurt more than he thought, and he surely didn’t want anyone to catch that actually it hurt.
“Can you be quiet and listen to me? Will you, Jack? There’s no need to scare Alex more about the situation,” Thomas turned towards Alex, who was slinking in the corner of the room. “We’ll be fine, Alex. People will come get us for sure.”
Jack tutted, “Yeah, right…” Causing a fearful look from Alex, and an annoyed look from Thomas.
“Forget this, I’m going to the other room.” Thomas turned with a huff and started off to the back of the house, winding through the hallway and into the bedroom. Plopping himself down on their soft bed, he laid back and stared at the wall.
How did this snowstorm happen so fast?
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The three of them met at a summer camp not too long ago, and after getting to know each other more, they decided to take another trip out to the snow. Thomas and Jack were always hanging with each other and going on adventures. They both met Alex who was much more meek and afraid, but enjoyed the company of the two and tried his best to keep up. They quickly became a trio. A family member of Alex offered the cabin outing, and they couldn’t say no to an entire cabin, even if it was way out in the middle of nowhere. While the long drive there had some snow that was more slush than snow, they were expecting it to resume snowing throughout the night. It was forecasted to be a light snow, and they were excited to frolic around after they woke up to a winter wonderland.
Little did they know, the snow began to pick up earlier than expected. By the time they got to the house, there was already a fairly strong downpour of snowflakes. After parking their car in the side lot of the cabin, they made their way into the cobblestone entrance and began to bring all their luggage in. The three boys gaped at the luxurious wooden interior, with all the typical amenities that they expected to be in a top notch cabin. The entire back of the front door was covered in a huge mirror, they noticed. Jack would make faces at himself in it between luggage trips.
As soon as their luggage was all in, the three of them kicked off their boots. Jack and Alex got comfy on the huge couches, and Thomas decided to peruse the place. Turning into the hall, he felt the floor’s fluffy carpet along his feet. He saw that the hall split off in two directions, bathroom on the right, and bedroom on the left. Thomas gently swung open the bathroom door and saw that it was, well, a bathroom. Pretty small, all things considered. Door opened up to a square room with a toilet on the opposite side of the door, shower on the right, and sink to the left.
‘Functional’ Thomas thought to himself.
A big mirror was once again found on the back of the door, and Thomas didn’t particularly enjoy that he would be staring at his reflection if he were to take a dump in there; the toilet was directly facing the door. Leaving the bathroom behind after one last eyeball, he turned to inspect the bedroom. It seemed that it was a master bedroom, as he could tell it was quite spacious even before entering. As soon as he crossed the threshold, Thomas heard a humming noise.
‘Where’s that coming from?’ He thought to himself as he brought his hand to his ear and glanced around. Thomas put his ear to the hallway wall, and he could hear it. He put his ear to the floor, and he could hear it. Strangely, it seemed that the mystery noise had no origin that he could find. It was almost like i-
In an instant, they all felt a wave of sleepiness hit them as if a switch was flipped, and they all opted to take a quick nap. Thomas stumbled to the bed where drifted to sleep, while Alex and Jack had still been on the couch.
They didn’t wake up until Alex’s scream blew through the whole house. Jolted awake, Thomas quickly got up and ran down the hall to the main room where he met the other two boys. Had he fallen asleep? This was no time to be thinking of things, as he turned out of the hall and met with his friends. They were looking at the front window, but something was wrong. The entire window was white! Turning around to the window behind him in the kitchen, Thomas noticed that its fate was in a similar state.
In the time that they all fell asleep, they somehow were completely snowed in. It looked as if someone covered the outside of their windows with white paint, there was not even a hint of the scenery that was typically seen from the windows.
“What the fuck?!”
“Guys what do we do? I’m scared!”
“Just how long were we asleep for?”
Jack tore his eyes away from the kitchen and searched for a clock. No clocks on the walls that they could find. The clock on the microwave screen was blank. The oven? Blank.
Thomas furiously patted down his pockets in search of his phone, but no dice.
“Dudes, I think the power is out!” Jack immediately looked toward Thomas, who met his eyes in the same shocked expression.
Alex began to sniffle, and then burst into tears. He was clearly overwhelmed by the sudden dilemma they found themselves in.
“Hey, come on, it’s ok Alex!” Thomas, ever the guardian, comforted Alex while Jack ran around the house looking for anything that could help them out in this predicament. He found more windows similarly blinded by snow. After what felt like an eternity of running around the house looking for anything helpful, Jack noticed a door on the ceiling above the hallway.
Bingo!
Jack hopped up to grab the string and attempted to pull it down…with no success. His fingers had scraped against the scratchy string and left a stinging sensation. With a sneer, he shook out his hand and readied himself again to pull it down, this time with all his strength. Once again, nothing budged. Jack huffed in frustration at the fact that he couldn’t pull it open. He began to hear that same humming in his ears.
At the same time, Thomas rounded the corner, spotting Jack.
“Hey, did you find anything, man?” Shortly after asking, Thomas noticed that Jack had indeed found something of interest. “Alright! We got something! Do you need any help opening it?” Thomas walked closer, offering his hand to help Jack out before being shrugged off by him.
“More like I got something. You were busy babysitting over there or something.” Jack barked at Thomas. “Besides, I can open it myself.”
“What? Now isn’t the time for your little tantrums, man. What even is your deal with Alex? He just gets a little scared sometimes,” Thomas was clearly losing his patience with Jack already, this wasn’t uncommon to say the least, but he certainly hoped Jack would have been more mature in a situation like this.
Both Thomas and Jack have pretty similar builds. Thomas being 5’8 while Jack was a smidge taller at 5’10. Both were skinny, but Thomas had some more meat on his bones due to helping his dad with moving some client’s desks around at his office. Jack on the other hand, was skinnier yet much more scrappy. He always had a bit of a short temper, but he’d been working on it as best as he could. Thomas knew, though, that his temper always shined through when he was stressed out, like their current situation. Thomas had medium length brown hair that was always in a middle part, a lot of girls at his school seemed to enjoy it fluttering in the wind during gym classes. Jack’s hair is of a similar length, but black in color and brushed back on his head. His didn’t flow nearly as luxuriously as Thomas’ though. Jack’s hair often flew right into his eyes, causing him to form a habit of wiping his forehead upwards to get the hair out of his face.
The two glared at each other for a moment before Jack broke away and tried one more time at the string. Third time, third fail, and Jack fell to the ground with an “oof”.
Thomas grabbed his arm and helped him up and then helped him open the door, with Jack’s reluctant compliance. With a pop and both the boys stumbling back a bit, the door was opened! It appeared to be a cozy, albeit dusty, little attic loaded with equipment of some kind.
“Look, Jack. Just let me help you out sometimes, alright? It doesn’t hurt to ask for help when you need it,” Thomas was used to this, Jack always wanted to do things on his own terms.
“Whatever, man. I could’ve done it myself, just go back to Alex.” Jack didn’t make eye contact, just brushed Thomas off and inspected what was inside the attic. It seemed that it was a lot of household supplies and things like extra blankets and bedding.
Walking back over to Alex, Thomas noticed that he had shifted positions to be in the corner of the room huddled together.
“You alright?” Thomas was quick to ask how he was doing.
“Yeah…” He replied meekly. “Sorry for not being much help,” Alex was always like this since the other two have known him. With his much shorter stature of 5’4 and his short brown hair, he definitely fit the bill of a shy and quiet kid. After meeting Jack and Thomas, he realized that he wanted to change himself for the better, and it was obvious to the two bigger guys that Alex looked up to them.
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It stings.
Jack’s hand was trembling from punching the door, his shoulder still aching from his tackles. Why couldn’t he just open it? Why did he have to be-
He didn’t want to say it, but it was true. Jack looked at his reflection. His red knuckles on his shaking hand. He glared into his reflection’s eyes. Why did he have to be so weak?
Instantly, the humming returned within his ears. It began soft, before growing louder and louder until his head throbbed. ‘Why? Why am I so damn weak?’ He felt his entire body heat up, before he stepped forward and punched the mirror in front of him.
KRACK
The sound of glass crackling startled Alex, and he looked over at Jack from his position on the other side of the room. He saw Jack hunched over against the front door and it looked like he was shaking.
“Jack? Are you alright?” Alex walked up to him, and rested his hand on Jack’s back. It was hot, really hot. And his whole body was shaking as well. Before Alex could let out a peep, he felt something shift in Jack. Pulling his hand away he stared at Jack as he remained in his hunched position. After a moment of silence and suspense that felt like it lasted forever, Jack keeled onto the floor with a yell as what looked like a wave passed over his back.
“Jack! What’s going on?” Despite wanting to help, Alex didn’t even realize that he had taken a step back. Jack was on the floor moaning, his back arched towards the ceiling. It looked like something was inside of him that was trying desperately to get out. Pulse after pulse, his back kept pushing outwards, the creases of his shirt soon were a thing of the past. Jack was growing bigger.
Jack’s back jolted harder, a huge burst of mass expanding out of his. He continued to moan, and Alex couldn’t tell if it was in agony or in bliss. Jack’s shirt was looking pretty tight already, and out of nowhere two masses lunged to the sides of his body, ripping the long sleeve right down the middle. With Jack’s back now exposed to the air of the cabin, Alex got a solid look at what was happening. He was growing muscles! The masses that flew to the sides continued their journey, pushing his shoulders out with them until they looked like airplane wings. The smooth back Jack once had inflated and grew mountain like ridges as it grew as hard as stone.
Jack’s mind was blank, all he could pay attention to was the seething heat of his body and the floor in front of him. He subconsciously noticed that his arms were being pulled further away from him as his back was widening, but couldn’t pay any mind to it. All of a sudden, he felt his hand spasm. He turned his eyes to his right hand as he saw his lean fingers puff up and widen with mass and size. His palm blew up with a crunch, and it inflated to match the size of his new grabbers. He noticed that the skin itself looked different as well, much more weathered and beat up, veins growing visible on the back of his hand. He felt a similar sensation in his other hand, but was too busy looking at the progress his right side was already making,
Jack’s wrist snapped and widened, his arm shooting out in length and pushing him away before beginning to fill with muscle of its own like water being poured into a balloon. Instantly his sleeves began to rip and tear from the strain. His twigs for arms blew up until Jack couldn’t even tell if they were humanly possible to be that big, his now beefy forearms looked about as wide as his thighs with corded muscle and veins painted a landscape on the canvas that was his body. His arms jiggled into view until he flexed them and they solidified into huge instruments of destruction, the watermelons attached to his now anchor arms accentuated only by a few veins the size of steel cables. His arms weren’t being filled with water, these babies were cement! His shoulder blew up into a pumpkin sized mass, and even just flexing his arm he could tell that these things were rock hard.
Jack swiveled his eyes to the other side and saw that the process had steadily progressed on his other half as well, pumpkin sized delts, arms the size of his head, and triceps that provided the grip strength to crush a brick, all capped by the biggest mitt of a hand he had ever laid eyes on. The heat in his body seemed to be more bearable now, as if the energy was dispersing through his body as he changed.
As his arms finished up their growth, one last snap of his back widened him even further until the simple task of walking through doors would prove to be a challenge, and putting his shirt out of commission for good. Jack didn’t even realize, but his feet had begun their growth, his shoes already screaming for mercy. From his average size 8, his feet snapped out of their confines and stretched out to a mighty and meaty size 12, shoe canvas fluttering about. As if his new dogs could breathe, as soon as they touched the outside air his legs shot out in length before mass trickled onto them. To support a body as big as his he would need pistons for legs, and it appeared he was going to get exactly that.
Jack looked up at his own reflection, glaring at himself again. He hated it. He couldn’t stand to look at himself when he was that weak. Jack pushed himself off of the floor, slowly rising to his new height of 6’3. His legs continued to spread out as he rose, thighs and calves blowing up like bread in the oven, his ass evolving from being flat as plank to something more akin to a couch pillows. His pants never stood a chance, and as soon as Jack stood straight, his waist widened with a snap.
Peering into his own eyes, he braced himself against the mirror. He wanted to change from this weakling. He needed to become stronger. The only way he can better himself here and now is to become stronger!
“UNH!” With a boom not unsimilar to a crack of lightning, Jack’s chest exploded outwards into a much more barrel-like shape, shoving his body into the mirror. His breaths were raggedy, the hot air fogging the mirror in front of him as he could feel his pecs begin to grow. From nothing came something, and then those somethings blossomed into huge iron plates flowing out of his chest. His now incredible chest showed no signs of stopping, pecs growing bigger and bigger with each fervent desire of their owner to become stronger. A six pack crunched itself into existence along his stomach, pushing out towards the mirror with their mass. Jack could no longer see himself in the mirror with how fogged up it was.
“Jack! What the hell is happening to you?!” In the back of Jack’s mind, he heard Alex’s cry. Who he was, on the other hand, was beginning to blur in and out of his head. Jack began to turn around, showing off his incredible body to the tiny individual in front of him. He looked dully into Alex’s eyes, not processing what was happening at all. It was strange seeing Jack’s young head on top of such a mountain of virility, but that was about to change.
“Hrck!” Jack stumbled back, his large body slamming against the door with a heavy and deep thud that shook the house. He felt his throat begin to constrict before it thickened like a wrestler’s, his head now even smaller looking atop this body. He brought his beefy hands up to his face, almost palming his entire head.
“T…Thomas? Thomas!” Alex could hardly snap out of his daze to call out for his friend, and he certainly couldn’t pull his eyes away from what was occurring in front of him. Jack let out another moan as he felt his entire head expand, immediately changing his look to a more mature one. A large and straight nose overtook his button; big square jaw looking just like a superhero’s would. His eyes opened, changing to a deep green. As if it were a catalyst, a multitude of changes happened all over. Worry lines forming along his face, placing his age closer to late 30’s early 40’s, 5 o’clock shadow smearing itself onto his chin and similar hair growing on the rest of his body to accentuate the newfound curves and bumps. Even his hair grew more wavy as it lightened from black to a dark brown.
A few curls fell over his face, and the new man slowly brushed it upwards out of the way before letting out a grunt. That small moment of noise was enough to tell Alex how much his voice had changed. It was almost like he could feel the rumble in his own chest with how deep it was. Now in front of Alex stood what looked like SuperDad, towering over him with all of his mass, and the only noise in the room being the deep breaths necessary to maintain his large figure. Despite the situation and how scared shitless he was, he could at the very least respect how good looking this guy was.
“Did you find a way to get out? What’s going on, Alex-” Thomas turned out of the hall to see a huge mountain of a man in his underwear standing inside of their cabin. He and Alex saw movement, and shifted their eyes lower to the python that was slowly growing within the confines of said underwear. It was slow, but it was indeed growing. Pushing the briefs to their limits ever so slowly as the room was silent apart from Jack's breaths and the groaning of the underwear. Even covered up, they could tell that it was huge, the weight of the bulge pushing further downwards the longer the two stared at it.
They were speechless. The three of them staring down at the appendage hiding away behind this thin bit of fabric. The situation and silence of it all was almost comical, almost.
Alex eventually turned to look at Thomas in search of words to speak. Thomas shifted his eyes to acknowledge Alex, before scanning the room and then returning his sight to the man. Where was Jack? The man was now investigating his body; staring at his hands, groping at his pecs and rubbing his stomach. He drifted over his package before he stopped and looked up to greet Thomas’ eyes. Something about his expression changed. It already looked stern given his deep brows, but even Thomas could see the miniscule lowering of them and his lips. This guy was not happy with him.
Sensing something was about to go down, Thomas lunged forward and reached for Alex. At the same moment, the colossus began to move. By the time Thomas grabbed Alex’s arm and they were both turning towards the hallway, they realized just how big of a stride this man had. He had just covered so much distance in one step!
With their heart in their throats, they slammed their feet into the ground and forced themselves to sprint towards the bathroom. Sure, Thomas reasoned that this monster could tear a door off of its hinges if he so pleased, but within the confines of the cabin a door that was close was all that they could afford, so bathroom it was.
The thudding footfalls of the man were right behind them as they swiped around the corner and nearly fell over each other to get into the tiny bathroom.
“CLOSE IT, CLOSE IT,” Alex shrieked at Thomas who was flipping around to grab the door. Thomas threw the door closed, and in the brief moment that it was closing, he looked upwards to see the man’s mass blocking out all sight of the hallway behind him. Thomas met his angry eye right before the door shut and he locked it.
Thomas braced the door with all his might.
“Oh god, oh god, oh GOD,” Alex was pushing himself into the corner.
“Alex! Where’s Jack,” Even now, Thomas was trying to get a grip of the situation before him, as unbelievable as it was.
“That IS Jack!”
“WHAT?” Thomas couldn’t even process whatever that meant. That was Jack? What do you mean that’s Jack?? Jack’s a twig, not some angry bulging behemoth-
“Hey!” The voice outside of the door was deep. Incredibly so. That singular word boomed so loud that the two of them froze in place. There was a real man behind this door? People’s voices can get this deep??
An equally loud thud shook the door and pulled the two of them out of their reverie.
“Alex! Help me out here!” Thomas continued to push as hard as he could, his hands white from the force he was pushing into them to keep the door shut.
Alex was frozen with fear in the corner.
“Come on, Alex! Help me out!” Thomas didn’t turn around, he didn’t want to put any focus off of the door in front of him, as it was the only thing protecting the two of them.
More bangs shot through their ears, and the vibrations they gave the door were numbing Thomas’ hands. He couldn’t bear this. He shut his eyes and pushed. Just push just push just keep pushing.
Apparently, this was nowhere near as strong as the Was-Jack could go, as his next hit was so strong and loud that it felt as if the door itself buckled and warped.
Feeling that was all that Thomas needed to know for sure that there was nothing he could do to stop his advance. He was simply too strong. Is this guy for real Jack? How could this be Jack? What on earth did Alex mean by saying that this is Jack? He certainly didn’t see Jack anywhere else when he checked on them, but for him to turn…to transform into someone else?
It didn’t matter if it made no sense, the only positives at this moment was that this thing could get into the bathroom, and there was nothing that they could do to stop it.
“Jack!” It was desperate. It was so desperate but it was all Thomas could think to do. On the off chance that somehow a christmas miracle happened in this literal cabin in the woods and Jack turned into that man, he had to try.
“Jack, please! Please, please, please, please stop, ok? Alex is terrified, I’m terrified, ok? Just- let’s just stop with the slamming on the door and you go back to normal and we go back to how things were, yeah?” Thomas was sweating bullets, the banging and bashing not relenting.
The hum returned. Thomas tried to close his eyes, but the humming grew louder. He looked up at his reflection, the banging on the door and the humming in his ears becoming too much to handle. Thomas began to hyperventilate, unsure of what was going to become of both him and Alex.
“Jack! Whoever you are,” Thomas took one more glimpse at Alex who was still huddled in the corner. “...whoever you are. Goddammit! Just listen to me, please! Just listen to me for once!”
At that moment, Thomas froze up. It felt like he just had a mini heart attack for just an instance before everything went back to normal. He almost forgot about the bashing of the door and the danger of the situation.
Before he could fully grapple his thoughts again, he felt his right shoulder launch outwards towards the wall. Thomas had no idea what just happened, but Alex had seen this once already.
“No, no, NO! Please, Thomas, not you!” Alex pleaded, his voice was shaky. But Thomas didn’t know what he was talking about. Not him? What did he mean?
He felt pressure in his left leg and looked down at it. In an instant, he witnessed his foot stretching his shoe, and watched as it shredded through the front, growing larger and wider until it broke through all sides of the shoe. He couldn’t even process his new meaty feet before his leg cramped and shot out in length. He was thrown off balance, having to lean on the bathroom sink to his right to hold himself up. He changed his position to mak sure he was still bracing the door while he inspected his leg. It was throbbing, and it was hot. He saw his thigh bubbling up like water in a cauldron, but this wasn’t water. It was…muscle? Fat? He didn’t know what it was, but his leg was becoming huge! His calf grew big and heavy, but thighs bulging and heaving outwards even moreso. With a struggle and a pop, his pant leg burst off all at once. His left hand cramped and he couldn’t even look at it before hit arm shot out just like his right arm did. What was happening to him?
Thomas switched hand positions on the door, and that was when he noticed his hand looked puffy. It was only like that for a second before the palm expanded in all directions, stretching out across the door and taking his average fingers and morphing them into huge sausages. His knuckles popped, each as big as quarters, creases and crags appeared all over his hand, veins crawling out from nowhere. He felt another bang against the door, and put his left hand up against it to brace again, and he noticed that his left was in a similar state. He has gorilla hands! And on top of looking like some worn and torn man hands, they were growing hair. Thick and wiry brown hands were cropping up on the backs of his fingers all the way up to the wrist.
Thomas had no idea what was happening to his body, but if this was happening to him, maybe that really was Jack out there. He heard whimpering from Alex behind him. Wait, he can still think straight! Jack out there clearly has something going on up in the brain, but he can still differentiate things, he still knows what’s what.
“It’s ok, Alex! I’m not slipping! I don’t know what the he- what the heck is going on with me right now, but it’s still me!” Thomas didn’t turn around as he said this, he was too busy watching his arms inflate and bulk up, his sleeves quickly filling and groaning from the size.
Alex didn’t seem to be buying it, as he kept whimpering.
“It’s alright, Alex. I’ll…I’ll protect you, ok?” Thomas hoped he was speaking some truth. He seemed to be gaining some size, but was it enough to protect Alex? Enough to get through to Jack behind this door?
As if to respond to Thomas, his shoulders snapped outwards again, making him wider than the door, then immediately his torso lengthened along with his right leg. He was slowly becoming balanced again, he could feel mass pouring into not only his right leg, but his left leg still as well. Every so often he would feel them mash against each other, and he would have to stand a little further apart.
He was getting pretty tall by now, he noticed. Thomas’ eyeline continued to rise ever so slowly up the door as the process continued. Was he as tall as Jack? He didn’t remember how he looked, he couldn’t really tell. His shoulders widened once more, this time taking his neck with it. Beefy lats flew out to his sides, huge traps rising to wrap around his now beefier neck. His shirt ripping to shreds over all of the size he was putting on here, and baring his skin to the cool air of the bathroom. His back was now a bloated mass of muscle, it was absurdly huge. To match this, his arms grew to become absurdly big as well.
With a snap, his wrists grew in width, and then the muscle wrapped itself around it this way and that. Huge cannonballs replacing his biceps and triceps, a Christmas ham replacing his forearms. His arms were unbelievable. Even from the short amount of time he saw Jack, he could tell that his own arms were bigger, albeit less defined. The hair from his hands spread upwards like a fuse, covering his forearms and shoulders, then fluffing out under his arms. He felt tickles on his back and could tell that his back was growing hairy as well.
Out of curiosity, Thomas peeked at his legs. They had become like redwood trunks, muscle and fat coming together to create huge monsters that he was afraid to call legs. He saw hair grow on his feet before it too spread upwards, leaving no space behind as his legs covered themselves in hair. Once again, he could feel the hair growing on his ass before he felt each cheek explode with mass. First the left, then the right, his ass becoming something of legends. It didn’t plan on stopping there, though. Thomas’ hips widened with a snap, and his ass then grew from legendary to impossible, the cheeks jiggling with growth as Thomas yet again spread his legs apart to accommodate. By now, his pants were long forgotten, the underwear hanging on for dear life.
“D-don’t worry, Alex! It’s still me in here! I just look a little different, is all,” Thomas was now taking up most of the space in the bathroom, Alex trying to escape so much he may as well have pushed himself through the wall, but Thomas could feel something else happening, something deep in his gut.
“Ooohh,” Thomas’ knees suddenly buckled as he felt pleasure flood his nether regions. He looked down once more at the flat front of his crotch, but it wasn’t so flat anymore. His cock was growing not only longer, but thicker as well. It was making him unbelievably horny. Thomas was trying to push against the door while also holding himself up from the sheer pleasure he was feeling. He was rock hard, his beer can thick cock pushing outward against the fabric, making the waistband stretch out along with it. It stretched to 7 inches, then 8, then 9, and came to a crawl at a devastating 10 inches, the fabric having run so tight over the mass it was almost see through.
Just when Thomas thought it was over, he felt another gut punch, and he knew his balls were growing. They inflated quickly within their confines, growing to match the size of large eggs, and creating enough testosterone to fuel two college football teams. He couldn’t take the pressure anymore. Thomas let out a lewd moan, his voice cracking and lowering into a baritone. His cock stretched to 11 inches.
Another throb of his balls and Thomas kicked out his monster ass as his knees buckled once more. He just barely caught himself from falling as his cock stretched out one last time to a jaw dropping 13 inches, finally snapping his underwear.
“Uuunng-hhhhh,” Thomas couldn’t stop moaning and grunting, his voice catching in his thick throat and lowering over and over. His cock trembled in the air, still rock hard as his voluptuous balls swung and swayed in the air.
“I’m…o-oughh,” Once more Thomas’ voice dropped. Deeper than Jack’s. Deeper than a well, or a ravine, or the mariana trench. His voice was now so deep and gritty that it would be impossible to whisper in any capacity, only capable of letting out a rumble that would frighten a lion.
“I’m sorry you had to see that,” Thomas could feel another rumbling somewhere in his gut. “I’m sorry you…have to see Daddy like this,” Thomas didn’t understand the words that came out of his mouth. He couldn’t believe any of this! But he was so, so horny, and couldn’t think straight.
Who was Daddy? Was it him? He certainly looked big enough to be one. Big and strong. Really big and strong.
He chuckled to himself, the rumble reverberating throughout the increasingly tighter bathroom. Then he felt the rumbling again. Thomas looked at his stomach, and saw it push outwards with a groan. It was nothing big, hardly even noticeably, but it was something. Before Thomas could react, his chest heaved forward. Thomas’ ribcage similarly pushed itself against the door with thud. He shifted himself backwards to give his body space, cock still smattering all over the door.
He felt a push, and saw that his nipple looked bigger than he thought they had been. Another push and they for sure just grew. A mighty push stretched his nipples to the size of gumdrops, and drew out a groan from Thomas. With no time to think, his pecs began to plump up.
Jack’s body grew with hard, corded muscle. Thomas’ body was growing with both muscle and fat purely for the sake of size. His pecs were no different. Capped by his now large nipples, his pecs fanned out in all directions, and in all directions big. Already big enough to put any bodybuilder or powerlifter to shame, with a grunt they heaved outwards another two inches. It wasn’t enough. Thomas pushed his chest out and with another grunt, his titties stretched and jiggled out even further until it looked as if they were each defying gravity.
Thomas got distracted by their enormity, and cupped his giant mitts to his giant pecs. Even with his new hand size, there was still ample man titty overflowing. Thomas brushed over his nipples with his fingers, and immediately let out a mighty groan. They were very sensitive, it seemed. With every squeeze of his chest, hair began to sprout atop it until hit chest was covered in wiry brown fur.
The rumble returned, but Thomas was too enraptured by his chest to notice. His stomach began to grumble, huge abs forming on top of his slightly bloated stomach, then his stomach swelled outwards into a belly.
“Mmmhhh,” Thomas was completely in his own world at this point, taking in his new body.
“Thomas! Thomas! The door!” Alex tried to warn Thomas to keep the door shut again, but it was too late.
Jack began to open the door from the other side. With another grumble and groan, Thomas grimaced for a moment, before his belly swelled at once into a fully sized muscle gut, pushing the door shut again. Thomas patted his gut with a grin on his face.
Alex couldn’t believe his eyes. Thomas was huge. He was bigger than huge! How much does he even weigh now? Maybe he was safe with Thomas, even now!
Jack, on the other hand, was not having it. “Thomas, you better get out of that damn bathroom so I can give you a piece of my mind,” In the heat of recent events, Alex had forgotten just how deep Jack’s voice was. “I’m sick and tired of waiting around here! I’ve been trying to find us a way to get out of here and I get NO respect for anything that I have done today!”
Thomas’ grin dropped. Alex could see his expression through the mirror, and he didn’t want to think about what was going to happen next.
“Now you better get your fatass out here,” Jack continued berating Thomas, but Thomas was not having it. It looked like his frown drooped more, his brows getting more angry. But in reality, his head was expanding. To fit his huge body, Thomas’ face expanded in all directions, his jaw becoming almost brutish, his nose growing huge and cragged, chin expanding into a ball. It was bizarre how smooth his face transitioned as compared to the abruptness of his body’s transformation. His hairline shifted further back, creases and crags appeared on his face as he aged considerably. Thomas’ green eyes were now shaded under the canopy that was his brow, and despite how brutal his features were, the somehow retained a paternal feel to them.
He scrunched his nose, and with a poof a big bushy mustache exploded out from underneath it, he groaned as he scratched at his jaw, bristled growing out into a beard that somehow made his jaw look even bigger than it already was. It was almost majestic, his new beard.
Thomas closed his eyes and stroked his beard, taking a deep breath.
“And quit babying that damn kid! He’s a grown up, for god’s sake!” Jack continued his tirade, and Thomas wasn’t having it. Alex knew Jack was talking about him, and felt embarrassed. He wondered if it was him that did this to his friends.
“Now you listen here, son,” Thomas’ voice was deeper than Jacks, and he was talking different too. Thomas reached a beefy paw to the door knob and backed his massive form up, bumping into Alex. “Scuse me, bud.” he looked at Alex for a moment before returning his attention to the door. Alex wanted to protest, but that tiny interaction left him speechless.
The door swung open and Alex’s heart stopped in anticipation.
Thomas was bigger than Jack. He had at least two inches on Jack. He was wider, he was bigger, he was more muscular. Alex couldn’t believe it. He also couldn’t believe that Jack didn’t even glance down once, as Thomas’ tool was still waving around like mad down there.
“I don’t know what you’re babbling on about, but you better cut all that shit, y’hear me?” Thomas was so assertive against Jack, and though he knew that Thomas was on his side, he wasn’t sure anymore if it was really him in there. “What’rya trying to achieve here, huh? Trying to prove that you’re the big dog around here won’t get you anywhere so long as I’m here, I hope you know. And besides, can you quit it with all the yelling? You’re scaring the boy here, son!” Thomas waved his mitt toward Alex, and Jack looked him dead in the eye. Alex felt like he was going to pass out.
Jack began to fight back, jabbing his fingers into Thomas’ pec only for them to bounce off completely. “Alright, alright! I fuckin-”
“Language, son,” Thomas interrupted him, and Jack grew angrier but stayed quiet. “Look, you’ve helped plenty already, but what do you mean you were trying to find a way out of here? You forget there was a front door, son?” He ended his statement with a deep chuckle.
“We’re snowed in you geezer, don’t you remember that much?” Jack was already becoming fed up with Thomas
It was bizarre for Alex to listen to them bicker. It was as if even with these new personas, they have known each other for a lifetime.
“You think about using those big muscles of yours for something other than flexing? Can you not just push the door open? It’s gonna be embarrassin’ for you if I take a shot at it and open it like nothing, I’ll tell you that much,” Thomas let out a hearty guffaw
“Yeah, yeah…look, if you’re that confident in yourself just be my guest, alright? Give it a shot, why don’tcha,”
These two, even now, have known each other forever. And even with these new personas, Alex was still being coddled, being babied like always. Everything changed, but had anything here really changed for Alex?
The two large men started walking towards the front door, though it looked more like waddles for them considering how thick their thighs were. They continued to bicker with one another on the trip towards that door. That front door with seemingly an impossible amount of snow behind it.
Jack now had an impossible amount of strength in him. Not only that, Thomas looked even stronger. Alex dreaded that if they opened that front door right there, then this hellish dream would be over. If they opened that door, then that would be the end of everything. No more being trapped in the cabin. No more Thomas and Jack. No more chances for Alex to catch up to his friends.
A hum began to ring out.
“It’s always like this!” Alex shouted out from behind. Thomas and Jack stopped in their places and turned to look back at him.
“Y’alright, son?” Thomas inquired after a palpable moment of silence.
“No. No, no, no! Nothing here is alright! The both of you just changed right before my very eyes and you ask me if everything is alright?” Alex was furious. His face was red, blood boiling. Thomas and Jack were both surprised that Alex was lashing out like that, it was so uncharacteristic of him to be so vocal. But something about it didn’t feel correct either. They knew who Alex was, but he seemed different in some unidentifiable way. “Ever since I have known the two of you, I have always been the one behind, always the one following in the shadow of your footsteps,” The humming grew louder within Alex’s ears, his head throbbing with anger. “You wanted to be stronger, Jack? I can hardly stand up for my goddamn self in any remotely stressful situation! You wanted Jack to listen to you, Thomas? I just hope that anybody would actually listen to me! All I ever am is a dead weight, dragging the two of you down. All I ever am is below you two, and for once in my life I want to stand beside the two of you as equals! Is that so much for me to ask of this world?” The humming reached an apex as Alex’s body heated up all at once.
Buckling under the crescendo of heat within, Alex stumbled and fell against the wall. Already his body was beginning to change, his clothes were beginning to rub all over. While Thomas and Jack had quite erratic changes, Alex’s was smooth in every way. Like some kind of weird CGI effect, Thomas and Jack watched in awe as The boy sprouted further in the air. Not only reaching towards the sky, but also towards the walls, his shoulders gurgling outwards at a steady crawl, torso deepening as it widened giving his body a strong looking form.
Strong was a good way to describe how he was looking. His face had already hardened up a considerable amount, his youthful face still young, but a stronger young of much different genes and lineage. His legs were large, arms were large, and he looked like the definition of a male model.
Alex was grinning. A grin so wide it was almost creepy. He felt so happy that he was finally undergoing a change. Would he finally find his place with these two? Something nagged at the back of his mind, though.
What was his relation with these two?
Shhhrip!
His shirt had torn over his toned arms and chest, his back about to follow in the same footsteps. He touched his larger palm to his stomach and felt abs appear from nothing, the heat of his skin almost hurting him. Alex knew these two for a very long time, he was sure of it. Going camping with these two, celebrating birthdays, going for a swim, they even showed up for his high school graduation. Not only his high school graduation, but all the graduations before that.
That didn’t make any sense. Hadn’t he met Thomas and Jack not too long ago? No, no, he specifically remembers them being at his middle school graduation. Even before that, he remembers his elementary school graduation. The further back he reminisced, the more memories he saw of Thomas and Jack. That didn’t sound right to him, though. Their names weren’t Thomas and Jack, he knew that, he just couldn’t place what their names really were. Was his name really Alex?
The more he remembered, the bigger he grew in size. He caught up to Jack in terms of height, and while he wasn’t as big as him, Alex’s size was now nothing to scoff at. His body continued to swell, pants shredding off, shoes snapping apart, he was on his way to only having his underwear on, like his father, Jack. His father?
Yes, of course. Jack was his dad. Alex remembered birthday parties with him when he was young, sitting in his lap and resting against his large chest. He remembered the banners, the decorations.
‘Happy Birthday, —--’
He couldn’t make out what the text said, but he could hear the comments around him.
“Happy 8th, little man!”
“Hey, hope you have lots of cake, dude! Celebratin’ time!”
“I can tell he’s going to grow up to be quite the looker, Bill. Course, his looker of a dad certainly is to thank for that, eh?”
Bill. He heard someone say Bill, but that wasn’t his name.
A deep laugh rang out from above him. “Well, well, I do appreciate the compliments. Yes, I’m certain that he’ll grow up to be quite the man. Just like his Pops,”
He tried to remember who that was. In his memory, he looked up, searching for the origin of that voice, of that name. There he was, his father. And there he was again, right before his eyes in front of that cabin door. Jack.
Alex gasped for air as his body surged once again. He remembered now. It wasn’t Jack, it was Bill. Alex’s hair fluttered in the air before it appeared to lighten up. It bleached itself a few shades lighter while lengthening to just shy of what would attract comments of having such long hair.
He looked up at his dad’s face, Bill’s stern eyes expressing worry as they maintained eye contact, or at least as much worry as a masculine face like that could make. How could he forget his own dad? With that mystery solved, he shifted his gaze to Thomas.
How did he know Thomas? He searched back, diving through his mind to try and remember just who he was, but couldn’t place him.
“Do you…know who I am?” Alex caught his breath and asked his dad, hoping to bring any sort of recollection of what was happening to the surface.
“What kind of question is that?” Bill’s mouth shifted upwards into a hint of a smile. He spoke in a much calmer tone than before, the warmth of his voice naturally soothing to Alex’s ears. “Course I know you, you’re my son.”
Yes, that was correct. Alex stood up further, his change having slowed down by now. “And do you- do you know as well?” He shifted his attention again to Thomas, who proceeded to step forward and slap a paw on Bill’s shoulder.
“Well, I don’t know what kind’a man I would be if I’d forget,” His voice, although much more gruff than his dad’s, had a similar effect of calming Alex down. “You’re my grandson, of course!”
Alex’s eyes widened as soon as those words passed through his ears. Memories came flooding into his brain. His grandpa’s house, his grandpa picking him up from school in his beat up truck, garnering attention from everyone around to see, his grandpa treating him to fast food while his dad was still at work. He remembered going up to Bill whenever grandpa would leave, asking over and over “When can I see grampa Bruce again, dad?”
“Don’t you worry, he’ll be back before you know it, Jacob.”
Reality felt like it snapped in two, and all three of them lost balance as their ears were filled with a shrieking ringing. A new story had unfolded in the world, a new life filled with new experiences. Everything changed to fit their new lives into it, and their bodies were no exception.
With a yelp, Jacob surged in size yet again, his face aging a bit more and placed him at a youthful 23. His dick shot out at once, becoming a sizeable 8 inches. Jacob couldn’t handle all the pleasure that was thrusted upon him, and came into his underwear. His body was slightly smaller and leaner than his dad’s.
With a twinge of competitiveness, Bill fell against the couch as his body swelled as well. He groaned as he easily gained another 20 pounds of muscle all over his burgeoning body, and clenched his teeth as his face hardened with age, skin growing weather beaten and gray hairs appearing along his temples. He batted at his dick inside his briefs, and flooded them with his cum before gasping for air.
Bruce was likewise hit by the changes, but it seemed he was hit harder than the other two. He stumbled backwards towards the door, slamming into it like a solid brick wall. With a grunt and a moan, he thrusted his hips forward as his fur grew more concentrated, his already massive size swelling with one last hoorah. Thighs once again smashing against each other, ass reaching for the door, arms coiling with strength. Even his muscle gut inflated outwards another inch before his jugs stretched outwards as if to overtake his belly. Bruce stared downwards in shock , watching the titanium rod that was his dick disappear from view under his monumental muscle tits as they grew once more. It looked as if he had bowling balls implanted into his chest. Hot, juicy bowling balls right on his body. A rumble caught in his throat before he turned his head to the ceiling and moaned. One hand grabbing at his dick, the other squeezing his pec, Bruce’s beard fluttered outward further before the color drained out of it. His beard was a stark white, and the color spread upwards to his eyebrows and hair. Clenching his huge jaw, Bruce’s face became weighed down by age and life, the creases and folds deepening, hairline receding just a bit further. With a titanic roar that would make any beast cower in fear, the kaiju grandpa thrusted his hips and shot load after load of piping hot cum.
Snap!
Bruce’s load was so powerful, he had pushed himself into the door and broke it off of the hinges. Still lost in his pleasure delirium, he kept pushing until the snow gave way. Bruce lost his balance and fell backwards out the door and onto the ground with an “Oof!”
The other two looked at his naked body on the ground, hardly even realizing that the door was just opened. The frigid, snowy wind blew right in through the new opening, surrounding the three men in what could only be described as a tornado of snow.
Out of the snow, clothes began to take shape, flowing around the men before wrapping tight against their swarthy bodies.
Jacob swatted at the wind as a trendy T-shirt was thrown onto his body, big blue jeans covering his legs.
Bill shut his eyes as a leather watch wrapped around his wrist. He opened his eyes at the unfamiliar weight and stared at it. It looked as if the color of the watch was melting down the length of his forearm, overtaking his body and leaving him with a brown V-neck longsleeve. Light gray chinos surrounded his big legs, and he saw that the watch was now a similar shade of gray.
Having fallen naked out the front door, snow was quick to gather on top of the valleys of Bruce’s body before melting into a lilac button up shirt that did nothing to hide his brutal form underneath. The top three buttons were left unbuttoned to accommodate for his enormous chest, his chest fair fluffing about in the wind. A massive pair of black jeans swarmed his legs, only being able to cover those monsters by a miracle.
The wind died down, and the three of them remained where they were, panting and wondering what had just happened.
A shrill ringing sounded off somewhere in the house, startling the three of them. After a moment, they realized that it was a phone ringing in the kitchen, one that had certainly not been there just a few minutes prior.
Not one to let a phone go to voicemail, Bill forced himself to walk his way into the kitchen and answer it, slapping Jacob’s shoulder on the way. “I got it, help your grandpa out, would you?”
“Oh, yeah, sure thing.” Jacob hardly knew how to react, everything about their current situation felt so strange but he couldn’t tell what. He jogged over to the door to help up his grandpa as best he could, but it was considerably difficult considering how much he weighed.
“Thanks, son,” Bruce huffed as he was helped onto his feet. “Don’t know what got into this old man to go down like that.”
Bill picked up the phone to what sounded like a very young voice. “Hello, thank you for picking up, we were beginning to get worried that we lost your connection in this snowstorm,” Bill supposed it was the police station checking in on them after all the sudden snowfall they got, but this boy sure sounded young. Workers sure do get younger with every passing day, that’s for certain.
“Apologies for worrying anyone down there, we are quite alright where we are. Got snowed in a bit, but it was nothing for the three strong men we got in here.” Bill glanced at his father and son, smiling warmly.
“Great to hear. Just to keep things safe and sound, we sent someone to go and investigate your area just to be absolutely sure that no damage was done or anything of that sort.” His words were very concise and matter-of-fact, Bill could tell that it was a human, but it almost felt robotic the way he said it. He mentioned that they had sent someone out for them, but he hadn’t given them his location. They were quite a ways out in the boonies, after all.
“You sent somebody out here? Hey, do I know you? We are way out of the way of any other residence, how did you get our location-” He could barely get out the sentence before the call was dropped. Bill held the phone to his ear for a moment longer, taking in the strange conversation, while the phone emitted a droning hum in his ear.
Bill looked back at Jacob and Bruce, the two of them chatting it up while pushing the snow on the floor back outside. Bill put the phone back on its stand with a quiet “Ga-chnk!”
“Dude there’s no way anybody is gonna think this is legit,”
Two boys walked down the hot sidewalk through an unfamiliar neighborhood. The summer heat was at an all time high, and they were stuck out in the open during their unfortunately timed outing; however, they were determined to not leave “empty handed”.
“Shut it, Salad. This is totally gonna work...easy peasy.”
“Come on, man, you only call me that when you’re completely dry of those ‘sick burns’ of yours. Besides, couldn’t we have waited until night? Or at least until it was cooler? I’m dying out here!”
Brandon and Cesar, you can guess which one was called salad, were trying their best to get employed. Now that both of them were at the age where they could get jobs, they were eager to start making money.
Cesar was much more organized with his approach. By the time his 16th birthday came around, he had already planned out where he was going to apply, and ended up landing the opportunity; though, he wasn’t starting for another week or so.
Brandon, on the other hand, wasn’t so fast on the uptake. Despite his apparent excitement to make money, he slacked off and laid it off until now. Instead of a more formal job, he opted to go a little more casual. After asking around his own neighborhood, he nabbed a job babysitting.
Just as soon as he landed it, he lost it. Royally messing up with the tasks given to him, the parents decided to quickly get a new sitter. He didn’t want his reputation to follow him around, so he decided to scope out another nearby neighborhood for his next target.
Brandon swiped his hand at his forehead, arm swinging lazily as if it weighed one hundred pounds, whisking away the sweat that was beginning to drop into his eyes. The sunlight caught the screen of his small black digital watch on his wrist and shot his eyes for a split second. He brought his other hand up to rub his eyes with a groan.
At an astounding 5’5, he was a pretty average looking guy. His daily outfits consisting mostly of shorts, graphic t-shirts that hung over his skinny body, and the same pair of shoes that he’s worn for over a year. His medium length chestnut hair swept to the side, occasionally having to be brushed or blown out of his face. Perfectly average with average hair, average clothing, average interests, and average voice too. Ok, he had to admit his height was...less than average.
“Trust me, Cesar. It’s going to work,” Brandon raised a clenched fist to the sky and stated in a blatantly dramatic tone as if he were a character from a movie, “it must work, lest thine work be for nothing!”
“Yeah, ok, man.” Cesar responded dryly, half listening to whatever his friend had just spouted. He stared at the houses alongside them. They were definitely upper middle class, bigger and nicer than the ones from where they lived, not that their neighborhood was all that bad.
Cesar was bigger in stature, clocking in at 5’10. His dyed platinum white hair was wavy, but around the same length as Brandon’s. He was smart, but could be quite lazy if he had to do something that he didn’t want to do. Being a straight A student was a good catch word for when he was introduced to people by his parents, but he only achieved those grades so that he could get his family and teachers off his back. Outside of school, he had a knack for music. His main instrument is the electric guitar, and you can almost tell that he enjoys playing hard rock just by looking at his outfit. Pierced ears with small studs, black tank top with a bright red highlight on the hems, breathable button up long sleeve that was now tied around his waist, slim cut grungy jeans and topped off with thick black combat boots. As much as his parents told him not to wear black on hot days, a majority of his closet consisted of that color, so there wasn’t much he could do.
The two of them turned into a cul de sac, where a much cleaner and bigger house resided between less impressive houses, at least by comparison. Both of them were clearly eyeing that one, despite knowing for sure there was no way they’d land anything there.
They slowed to a stop right in front of the lawn, admiring the building in front of them. Very stylistically modern, with clean cut corners, a white aesthetic, and a lot of windows. The building almost led the eye to its second floor, where there appeared to be two rooms facing the street, judging by what they could see from the windows.
To their surprise, from the second floor’s room on the left, there was a very young boy sticking his head out, before he waved at Brandon and Cesar. The three awkwardly waved at each other for a moment, before Brandon and Ceasar turned to one another, knowing exactly what the other was thinking.
“This is the one!” They excitedly said unison.
“I’m gonna go for it! I’m totally gonna go for it!” Brandon’s speech was quick and excited, an elated look on his face
“Hell yeah, man! Get that bread, let’s gooooo!” Cesar was reciprocating the excitement in the air, happy for this chance his friend just might have before him.
Their excitement simmered down a bit after they realized that it must be weird to be celebrating in front of someone's house like that.
“I’m going on ahead,” Brandon’s face was dark, having pumped up the dramatics for this crucial moment that was about to unfold. “If I don’t come back with the job, then...um.”
Cesar stared blankly at him, the tension completely evaporating as he couldn’t think of what to say next.
“Then what? Don’t leave me hanging here.” Cesar jabbed, still staring at his friend.
“Then...then, I don’t know, buy me some fries at McDonalds?” Brandon refused to make eye contact with Cesar, the awkwardness piling up with each passing second.
With a slap to his back, Cesar pushed Brandon towards the house, sending him stumbling a few steps onto the driveway.
“Go get ‘em, tiger! I’ll be hanging under that tree.” Cesar was reminded of just how hot it was outside, and pointed at a big tree nearby with a bench underneath. It wasn’t air conditioning or an ice cold glass of water, but you have to work with what you get.
Brandon turned again to face the house, and then the door. “This is it. Don’t mess this up. Paycheck, here I come.” He braved himself after his small pep talk, before stepping up towards the entrance. Left foot, right foot, left, right, left. His footsteps grew louder and louder in his ears the closer he got.
At last, he was at the grand door in front of him. That pearly wooden frame with the warped glass in the middle that allowed light through, but nothing more than a foggy and blurry image of what lied beyond it. Brandon raised his ever so slightly trembling hand, and reached to knock on the door.
KR-CHK
The door opened. Brandon didn’t process what was happening at all. There was a door in front of him, and now there isn’t. Someone opened the door! His hand swatted the air, and Brandon stumbled in a few steps, so as not to fall.
This was bad. Very bad. Brandon had stepped into the house. His eyes darted around frantically, before noticing the pair of legs on his left.
“Can I help you?” A soft voice inquired.
Brandon slowly stood up, and began to face the voice, and the one who opened the door.
There was a woman. Tall, lean, and pretty. Long brown hair draping over her shoulder. Perfect hourglass figure. Definitely mid 20s to early 30s. Was that old enough to be classified as a MILF?? He didn’t know, all he knew for sure was that she was H O T
“Um-O-Oh! I’m so sorry! I was about to knock on the door when it suddenly opened! Please forgive me!” Brandon stammered, obviously terrified of what had just happened. Could he go to jail for this? And here he was, just out looking for a way to make money! He wasn’t prepared for the slammer…
“Oh, I see! Sorry for the scare,” The woman giggled, obviously not nearly as shaken up as Brandon was. “I was just on my way to the store! Our son just drinks up all the milk, I swear we need to pick up more all the time- oh look at me… sorry, I’m oversharing a bit hahaha~”
Brandon watched as she brought her hand up to her mouth as she was laughing. She was so pretty. He was still startled, but he was glad that she didn’t take to this experience badly.
“Are you alright? Honest, I didn’t mean to scare you at all.” The woman inquired
Brandon stared for a moment before remembering what he came here for
“U-um, hi there! My name is Brandon, I’m a high schooler, and I was wondering if you were in any need of a babysitter?” his voice was notably shaky, and he blurted it out pretty quickly.
After a moment of awkward silence, he added, “By any chance?”
More seconds go by before either of them said anything
“Well,” The woman said, sighing “We actually are going on a business trip and I really didn’t plan anything yet,” her speech devolved more into mumbling to herself, rather than talking to Brandon.
Her eyes snapped up to look at Brandon. “Can you start today?”
It was a simple question. Straightforward and precise.
“...what?” Brandon had no idea how to respond to this. He wanted the job, yes, but this soon? This easily? How is this happening? “U-uh, yeah, sure! I don’t have a lot going on. Just tell me what you need done and I’ll get to it!”
“Perfect! Let me put away my keys real fast and…” she turned away into the nice house, mumbling some more to herself before returning. “Come on in, I can give you the rundown!”
He looked back momentarily, noticing that Cesar was talking to another boy under the refuge of the tree’s shade. He stared for a bit, wondering who it was, before proceeding to follow the woman.
Already technically inside of the house, Brandon stepped further in. Nice hardwood flooring, high ceilings, and some decorative touches like plants on tables and nice paintings adorning the walls. This was a very nice house, but he could have guessed that already from the outside.
He was led into a spacious living room, which opened up into a kitchen. Both of which were incredibly nice. Big fuzzy rug in the living room with a large couch and an even larger flatscreen TV mounted on the wall.
The kitchen had clean white granite looking countertops and an island in the middle with a bunch of kitchenware on it, among other things.
“Alright, you’ve babysat before, yeah?” The woman was walking briskly through the house before stopping at the kitchen.
“Yes, a couple times in my own neighborhood.” Brandon answered concisely, albeit not completely true. He has only babysat once before, and that ended in a disaster.
“Hmmm alright, you look pretty dependable, not looking like the type to throw parties, either.” She said sizing up Brandon as she poured herself a drink.
“Ah, thanks!.” Brandon didn’t even notice her pull out the bottle, and more importantly, was she implying that he wasn’t cool enough to attend parties? It was true but, come on, that’s a harsh blow. “Erm, can I get your name?”
“Ah of course! Can’t believe I forgot to introduce myself!” She laughed at this, the drink getting very close to spilling out of the glass but never reaching that point. “I’m Cynthia Miller, nice to meet you.”
Brandon smiled, and Cynthia gave him a tour of the house. Through the many rooms, he was walked through bathrooms, bedrooms, a game room, laundry room, and a large backyard. She went over the tasks that he should be accomplishing with insane speed. Brandon was having a hard time with keeping up, not only with her long strides, but with how fast she was talking too.
He was taken upstairs, and like he and Cesar had thought, there were two rooms facing the street. One of which had the kid inside. He was first shown the room next to it, in which the master bedroom resided. It was spacious, to say the least. Massive bed with an equally massive bed frame, two drawers, one on each side of the bed, and a carpeted floor. There was a big cardboard box placed on top of the left drawer. The brown color of the box looked a little out of place compared to the mostly white aesthetic of the house, but it was just some random cardboard box. He didn’t think too much of it.
The next room had the little guy. It was very childlike, which was to be expected. Pastel blue colored walls, toys galore, and a racecar bed. Brandon used to have a bed like that! The boy was asleep this time, not sticking his head outside the window like when they had last seen each other. Cynthia said surprisingly little about him. Brandon picked up that his name was Ethan, he was 8 years old, and loved his dinosaur chicken nuggets. Pretty typical for a kid his age, he thought.
The rest of the little tour went by fast. Before he knew it, Cynthia was grabbing bags and flying out the door and on her way to…the store? Actually, Brandon didn’t even know where she was going or how long he was supposed to be staying there. Probably not too long, right?
This was weirdly easy in general, letting him babysit after a few minutes of talking, if that. Trusted his word enough to not ask any follow up questions. This was kinda strange.
For a few minutes, Brandon just walked around the big house aimlessly. Through the rooms, into the kitchen, up the stairs, back down to the kitchen. He didn’t really know what to do. He walked up to check on Ethan, who was still sleeping soundly.
Still not sure what to do, and mostly confused by the entire situation that unfolded before him, Brandon strutted back down the stairs and grabbed himself a glass of water from the fridge. All that walking in the heat really made him thirsty, and some water was just what he needed.
Caesar! He rushed to the front door, peeking out the window to see if his buddy was still there, maybe he could come inside for a bit. Well, maybe I shouldn’t do that, but giving him some water shouldn’t be too bad. To Brandon’s surprise, he wasn’t there. Neither was the other boy he was talking to.
He took his glass to the living room couch, sipping intermittently, before plopping himself down and glancing around for the remote. Ceasar’s fine, he likely just made quick friends with that kid and went to their house. The kid looked pretty close to the same age as him, though. Maybe “that guy” would be a better term. After a moment or two, he found it, and turned the TV on, opting to watch some Gordan Ramsay shows that it turned on to. Does this family like to cook a lot? They sure got the kitchen for it.
He set his glass down on the coffee table in front of him before picking it back up after a moment of thought and placing a coaster underneath it. He knew how much his mom reminded him of using a coaster, and while he never did at home, he may as well do it here. He’s gotta keep his job. Was this a job? He wasn’t even told how much money he was going to make. Oh well, he’s here anyway, not about to walk out and leave Ethan here alone.
After watching Hotel Hell for a while, he glanced at his watch. It read 6:47 PM. Brandon hoisted himself up from the couch and went straight to the kitchen. Now was about dinner time right? Maybe even a bit later than they usually eat. Popping open the fridge, he saw a box of dino nuggies ready to cook. He slapped some into the oven and took some time to figure out how to work it.
Next thing he knew, the nuggets were on their way to being cooked and ready to eat. But in the meantime, he opted to check on Ethan again. Brushing his hand along the busy kitchen island, it slipped across a piece of paper that fell to the floor.
Bending down to pick it up, he placed it back into its old spot, until he decided to take a quick peek at what exactly it was. It was a check, and one with 800$ marked on it!
“Who could this be for?” He murmured to himself, taking a look at who it was addressed to.
“Bruno Langston” It read. Could that be the dad? He moved his eyes further downward to see that it was for babysitting.
“Wait, was there another babysitter? Am I gonna get in trouble or something? I hope this Bruno guy doesn’t show up and think I’m a burglar…” Brandon walked briskly to the front entrance, where he peeked out the windows, not entirely sure what he was looking for. Actually, scratch that. Something else shoulda been out there, right?
“I’m being too paranoid here. Chill. If he was coming, Cynthia wouldn’t have let me here in the first place. So then why is this check here? Was he supposed to come, but couldn’t? That would make a little more sense. Is this going to be his, then? Will he be paid 800$ for this??” At that statement, Brandon couldn’t help but smile. He tried to contain his excitement, but he broke out into a little happy dance.
“800$! Imagine that! I’m getting paid 800 bucks for looking after a child that’s done nothing but sleep hahaha!” He waltzed back into the kitchen and put the check back, heading upstairs to check on Ethan like he was originally planning.
Opening the door quietly, Brandon saw that Ethan was, in fact, still sound asleep.
“Wow...must be a good ass dream...good dream, probably shouldn’t swear in front of the kid, even if he’s asleep.” Brandon swiveled on his feet, about to head back down the stairs to more Hotel Hell, before stopping.
He didn’t get to see much of that other room, and now would be a good time, yeah?
He walked a couple steps down the hall and past Ethan’s room to the master bedroom and opened the door. It was just a room, not that he was really expecting anything extraordinary. He walked around in the silence, taking in the massive bed, full sized bathroom, and the big ol’ drawers. He wasn’t going to sift through the drawers or anything, that’d be a bit too much.
The cardboard box on top of it, though? Heck yeah.
Brandon lifted it up, surprised by how heavy it was, way heavier than would have expected. Setting it on the floor as carefully as he could, he opened up the cardboard flaps and peered inside.
There was a...change of clothes? A light blue dress shirt, wife beater, beige chinos, underwear, even a fancy white analog watch inside with golden highlights. Everything in here was of a much nicer quality than anything he had owned before.
“What? What is all this for?” Brandon asked himself, not sure why this was singled out and not put into the drawers. More importantly, why was the box so heavy? This stuff definitely didn’t equate to the immense weight of the box. He reached inside to pull the contents out, but got a static shock as soon as grazed the watch.
“Ack!” Brandon pulled his hand away as fast as he could and waved it in the air to relieve the tingling feeling that was left behind. “Dam- dang… that was a lot of static...jeez”
“Hello?” A small voice rang out behind him
“AGH!” Brandon yelped and flung himself around to see Ethan standing in the doorway. He breathed a sigh of relief.
“Oh phew, its just you,” Brandon picked himself up and walked over to Ethan, who was staring back up at him. “Hey there! I’m Brandon, your babysitter for today!”
There was a sudden ding downstairs, and both of them turned towards the sound.
“That must be those dino nuggies you love so much, hope you’re pretty hungry!” Brandon said to him. He didn’t really know what he was doing, but it was going better than his first babysitting experience went, so he tried to keep it up. “Must have had quite the nap, huh? You were knocked out for quite a while.” He tried to keep some small talk going, but Ethan had already started down the stairs.
“Let me get that for you,” Brandon walked ahead into the kitchen and got some tongs to pull the nuggets out. After placing them on a plate with some ketchup, he handed it to Ethan, who sat himself at the seats that were connected to the outside of the kitchen counter.
He got Ethan a glass of milk after he asked for some, and then grabbed the ketchup bottle again to make a small smiley face on his plate before he started eating.
Ethan began to dig in, looking quite content with this fine dining. Brandon, on the other hand, was still quite curious about the box upstairs. He brushed it off and just elected to stick around with Ethan for a bit more.
“So, have you had other babysitters before?” Brandon asked him, trying to probe out something about this Bruno guy, but also trying to talk in general to him.
“Yeah” Ethan responded simply in between bites of the little dinosaurs.
“Aaah I see,” Brandon nodded along “You remember any of their names?”
“No.”
Simple enough. This wasn’t going to get me anywhere. He let out a big breath of disappointment.
Standing up, Brandon picked up the ketchup and turned towards the fridge to put it back inside. Opening the fridge up again, he placed it back in. Brandon noticed something strange.
His hands had some hair stuck to it. As he reached up to brush it off, he realized there was some on his other hand as well.
“What the…” he grumbled under his breath. Brushing over his left hand with his right, he realized it wasn’t coming off, and if anything, it was growing ever so slightly longer!
He paused for a moment, and looked back at Ethan, who was still chowing down.
Closing the fridge door, he started walking past Ethan and towards the stairs again.
“Give me a second, Ethan. I will be right back.” He said quickly over his shoulder as he began to ascend the staircase, the fear just barely sneaking its way out of his voice.
He held his hands up as he advanced, examining his hands. More hair had joined the patch, covering about half of the backs of them, and all of it was pitch black, totally different from the hair on his head.
Reaching the top of the stairs, he made a dash to the master bedroom before dropping to his knees to inspect that box.
“It has to be something with this box. That shock had to be what caused this!” He fumbled with it before slumping back and dropping it to the floor again “But how could I possibly explain something like this to anybody…”
Brandon sat there thinking about his situation, not wanting to look back at his hands to see if anything changed, but he was pulled out of his head when Ethan appeared in the doorway.
“Can we watch a movie?” He innocently asked, leaning in from the doorway.
Brandon stared at him briefly before pushing the box away and hiding his hands behind his back “Y-yeah..yes! Yes we can watch a movie, uh.” Brandon stammered, beginning to scratch his head before immediately remembering his predicament and hiding his hand again. “Mhmm! What’dya wanna watch, kiddo?”
Ethan had already started to leave and walk down the stairs, leaving Brandon behind. Brandon cringed at what he just said “Gah, that felt so weird to say.” he remarked as he made one final glance at the box and followed after Ethan.
Both now lying on the couch, Ethan was watching some kids movies about animals with jobs, or something like that. Brandon was glad that the kid was distracted since he had his own distractions. Rubbing his hands together, he could feel the hairs growing in number. They weren’t just soft baby hairs, though. He could feel that this was some real macho man hair growing in.
It was strange, though. The hair was starting to make his hands feel rougher too, maybe even…bigger? He paused his rubbing as he felt small pops, and suddenly the band of his watch felt tight. A tingle ran down his arm, and he felt his pulse. Braving his anxiety, Brandon slowly looked down at his right arm, only to witness that his hand was in fact bigger than he remembered. And hairier. Much, much hairier. With a sick crunch, his own hand contorted and in a fluid motion grew to almost 2x what it used to be. Lean fingers spreading out into big sausages, knuckles bursting in size like popcorn, palm broadening, becoming rough and calloused. As the hair on the back of his hands spread out toward his fingertips, it also spread the other direction towards his forearm.
“Wh-w-wha..t?” Brandon was stuttering and tripping over his words. He finally noticed his watch, and saw that his wrist and forearm had been growing as well. His watch was tight on his arm, the muscle and mass trying to break free from their constraints. Eventually, it was too much, and with a loud snap, his forearm burst in all directions, free to swell up into the biggest arm he’d ever seen, and with the dense black hair swiftly overtaking it, it also looked something like a gorilla arm, which helped to make his now oversized hand fit in.
“ I got…I’ll be right back” Brandon leapt to his feet as he felt his left hand begin the same process. He wasn’t sure where to go. He just knew he had to get out of the room he was in, can’t let the kid see him like this.
Darting past the kitchen, Brandon turned towards the entrance, he remembered there was a guest bathroom there he could use. Across from the main door was his destination, he fumbled the door with his changing hand, further instilling panic inside him, but eventually he made it in and closed the door behind him.
Back against the door, Brandon panted for air as he stared at his massive right arm, moving his fingers and clenching his fists, before looking back to his growing left side. With no watch, his left forearm was free to grow, mass bubbling up into the air to match its fellow arm’s monstrous size.
Brandon slapped his meaty mitts onto the door with a deep thud, and at that moment he felt a vibration in his thigh. Terrified of what that could mean, he darted his eyes towards the origin of the sensation. Much to his pleasure, it was just his phone vibrating. Was someone calling him?
Trying to reach into his pockets was damn near impossible. Brandon was fumbling about with his oversized catching mitts for hands, fingers hardly able to reach into his pant pockets, let alone grab his phone.
“Damn…er, darn fingers…won’t…fit!” Brandon groaned through his teeth, and then the phone went silent. With a sigh, he closed his eyes and leaned his head up towards the ceiling. Doing his best to push the thought of his arms out of his mind, he began to feel much more at peace.
With one last deep breath, he opened his eyes and…something was different? It looked like everything in the room was ever so slightly lower than it was previously. Did something happen while his eyes were closed? Before he could come to a conclusion for that question, his phone vibrated again.
Knowing that it could potentially be from Cynthia, he couldn’t just ignore it anymore. Fumbling once again with his pants and pocket, it seemed Brandon was not gaining any ground in this battle, his giant fingers were just not equipped for the pockets made for someone with clearly much smaller hands than a beast.
“Come on, come oonn…” Brandon was starting to really get irritated with his situation, getting more frantic with his movements. “Jeez, come on just let me get my phone out!” He felt another sensation in his legs. Wait, legs? It wasn’t his phone this time, both of his legs had a fuzzy sensation in them before he noticed that the creases in his pants were starting to disappear.
“Oh no no no no,” Brandon realized what was happening to his legs, but he also noticed that his pant hems were higher up than he remembered. Quickly reaching down to palm his calf. As if activated by the touch, the muscle there immediately ballooned out into what looked like a football, and what felt as hard as steel, shredding the pants completely.
Brandon stared bug eyed, groaning in fear before biting his lip to catch it. He hated this. Why did this have to be happening to him? All he was trying to do was get a second chance at this babysitting thing. At the very least, he reasoned with himself, it was happening in his home.
He felt his other calf start to grow to match, albeit a bit slower. His thighs began to stretch and bulge, straining his pants to their limits. For a moment, Brandon was more concerned about something other than his morphing body.
“My house? My home?? What…what did I just say” It didn’t feel like it was a slip of the tongue, but before he could really process what he’d said, his pants ripped. One leg burst out of its confines, its mass stretching out with both muscle and fat. The other wasn’t too far behind, launching through what was left of his pant legs. The pocket tore open, and his phone clattered to the crisp tile of the bathroom floor.
Brandon saw on its screen that it was in fact from Cynthia. He kneeled down to reach for it, and while one hand was grabbing the now miniscule phone, the other was resting on his thigh. Unknown to him, the touch of his wide palm to his burning hot legs cause that familiarly black and wiry hair to grow, rapidly gaining in number and spreading out over his legs.
Holding the phone with his hand felt awful no matter which way he oriented it, the darn thing just was too small for his fingers to manage. Thankfully, he could read the text message from his notification bar.
[Hi Brando, hope Ethan isn’t driving you nuts over there. Thank you again for taking care of him on such short notice! I’ll b-] The notification stopped there. He slapped his thumb on the screen in an attempt to unlock it, but it wouldn’t recognize his fingerprint. It was a harmless message for sure, if not a slightly strange one. Spelling his name wrong for one thing, but Ethan was probably the most calm kid he’s dealt with in a long time, a far cry from driving him nuts! Well, he hadn’t taken care of many kids, actually. But something about that felt wrong as well, almost as if he *has* been babysitting for longer than he can remember.
“I suppose its better to get into character, huh?” Brando said to himself sarcastically. Now that he’s taken care of that finally, he has another situation to take care of. Looking down at his legs, he saw just how massive they’ve grown, and how hairy they’ve grown as well. Without him even noticing, that same hair found the time to take root and spread out over their expanse.
His body looked bizarre. Massive forearms and hands, gigantic legs, skinny everything else. His feet somehow remained unchanged, though that just made it harder to balance all the mass of the hairy tree trunks he had for legs; their bloated mass shaking with every test step he took. Apparently the strain was too much for his shoes, and they started to creak.
Or, that’s what he thought. Looking a little closer, he realized that the hair from his legs were spreading down towards his feet. Brando instantly knew what was about to happen.
“Sunnavab-” POP
His shoes burst apart to make way for his growing feet, which were crackling and growing meatier by the second. From a size 8 all the way to 17, the torn apart scraps of shoe and sock scattered about like confetti, applauding the debut of Brando’s now massive feet.
Brando didn’t even know what to say or think anymore. People didn’t just grow muscles like this out of nowhere, and yet here he was. He had to do something. Could he fix this? Could he stop it? Would that even be a good idea since his body is currently built like some lopsided pottery assignment? The scenarios kept running through his mind over and over, until eventually he remembered the box and for some reason everything started to click into place.
He had to get to that box. He didn’t know what he’d do when he got here, but surely he’d figure it out. Brando tried to put his phone in his pocket, only for it to scratch against his colossal thigh. He pat his hand down on it and rubbed around a little, feeling the unfamiliar terrain of his leg.
“Oh, right. All that’s left of my pants is the crotch area,” Brandon let out a deep sigh. There goes another wrench into his plan. He had a shirt on, and the equivalent of denim panties. That was it. At least his underwear was still intact. Jeez, these thighs sure get hot. All that rubbing and hair, he couldn’t imagine living with these monsters. Lucky for him, he won’t have to if he can reverse all of this.
Leaning over and throwing away the shoe and sock scraps, Brando began to devise a plan to get upstairs. He knew he’d have to pass by the boy to get to the stairs, but at least he was facing away from them and towards the tv. He could just sneak behind Ethan, waltz up the stairs, and viola!
He could still hear the cartoon playing on the tv. As delicately as he could with his hands, he twisted the doorknob and opened the bathroom door. Step 1: complete, and the coast was clear!
“Oh this’ll be so easy!” Brando exclaimed to himself, certain in his abilities to sneak up to the box. What he forgot to account for, was his new weight and giant feet. With every footfall he made, it was like tremors reverberating through the house. Brando tried to be as quiet as he could, but no matter how softly he thought he was stepping, the thuds of his feet were always audible.
“Pappy?” Brando’s heart dropped. Ethan’s voice rang out from the couch, calling out to someone. Pappy? Was that what he called his dad? Regardless, he knew his cover was about to be blown. Before Ethan could come and investigate, Brando quickly made his way to the kitchen, hiding his lower body and arms behind the counter. He had to squat a bit, since his legs got longer during their transformation.
“Nope! Just me, kiddo.” Brando capped it off with a laugh as awkward as ever.
“Oh, ok!” Ethan was quick to return to his show.
Brando wanted to ask him about who this Pappy guy was, but he thought against it, opting to seize this moment to go upstairs before the boy could ask anything e-
“Can I have some more dinosaur nuggets?” There it was. The precious moment that Brando had wanted to take advantage of was gone. He turned to face him, and opened his mouth. He wanted to say something, but couldn’t find any words. He had to be very careful to not let Ethan witness the state he was in.
“uUm-” Brando shot his hand up to his throat, and then back down right before Ethan looked over. Was that his voice?! What had just come out of his mouth was something deep, incredibly deep. It sounded like a gritty rumble more than it did his own high pitched voice. He cleared his throat. It was just the nerves, calm down
“Of course!” He replied cheerily, the two holding eye contact for a moment as Brando started shuffling towards the fridge, the thuds of his feet telling a different story than the appearance that Ethan was seeing above the counter. Ethan returned to his show, and Brando let out a sigh of relief.
Opening the fridge, Brando palmed the frozen nuggets with ease, and quickly got to work cooking them up. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t a lot of work. After an eternity of awkward standing around as the nuggets cooked, the oven finally dinged. Struggling for a moment to put oven mitts on, he wondered if he would even need mitts with his hands, they looked tough enough to tolerate magma if need be. Pulling the nuggets onto a plate and squirting some ketchup onto the side, he decided to sneak a nugget into his mouth before Ethan noticed.
“Could be better.”
As Brando was eating it, he heard a yelp from Ethan
“I gotta use the potty!!” his voice wasn’t coming from the couch. No, he was already up and dangerously close to seeing Brando’s body.
Brando’s heart sank into his chest, he had probably less than a second to get right out of sight. Just his luck, the shock and pressure caused him to choke on the nugget he was eating, hacking twice before pushing himself to hide behind the kitchen island. Thankfully, Ethan ran right by the kitchen and towards the bathroom that Brando was previously hiding in. Crisis averted! But now he was choking big time.
After a couple coughs, he tried to take a breath of air. The crumbs caught in his throat on the inhale, and he entered a second even harder coughing fit. With every cough, he could feel his throat straining. In between coughs, he let out a groan, but it was deeper than his regular voice. Not as deep as earlier, but definitely deeper than normal. Reaching for his throat, it felt hard and thick, and with every subsequent cough, it became thicker. He couldn’t be worrying about this right now, Ethan is in the bathroom, a perfect chance to climb upstairs and get to the box.
After a few steps and a couple more coughs, he felt like his throat was clear, and took as deep an inhale as he could.
RRiipp
The neck of his shirt had ripped open. He thought it was just from his neck thickening, but now that he thought about it, his whole shirt was feeling a little tighter than he remembered. Then he looked down and realized that his ribcage had expanded. Once he realized this, he had to take another breath, and yet again his ribs spread out, shirt ripping just a bit more as his chest became more prominent.
“Oh, damn it all!” There it was. That deep rumble of a voice he heard earlier. Clutching his throat, he swallowed the last bits of the nugget and under his hand felt his adams apple swell out. With a grunt, which sounded more like it had come from a lion than a person, he trudged along, eager to get up the stairs.
Almost at the base of the stairs, he heard the door to the bathroom creak open, and his heartrate started to spike. Brando’s breath quickened and he went as fast as his strange body could take him. He reached the stairs, slapping his hand on the rail, and began to climb. With every frantic breath he took, his chest was creaking bigger, changing his whole body shape. Eventually he felt something more, something was moving as he was climbing the steps. Looking down once more, he saw the beginnings of pecs bouncing up and down with each step he progressed. And with each step, they too got bigger.
Brando switched between looking up the stairs at where he was headed, to down the stairs if Ethan was following, and then to his chest. With every glance, his shirt looked tighter than before, pecs a bit bigger, and curiously, there were two smaller lumps that started poking through the shirt as well. Now almost all the way up the stairs, his shirt was reaching its breaking point, and he hated to admit it felt…good! He stumbled a little, caught off guard by this feeling. Slapping a hand to his chest, his large fingers pinched that bump, wracking his mind with pleasure and making him stumble all over again. Why? Why did it feel so good?!
He kept his hand on his chest as he made it to the top of the staircase, trying to keep his tits from bouncing. No, no. Pecs, not tits. Speed walking into the master bedroom, he knelt at the box, knees landing on the carpet with a loud thud as if a bowling ball was dropped.
Grabbing at the contents of the box, he wasn’t even sure what he was looking for.
“Come on,” He reminded himself of how deep his voice had become, oozing with masculinity. “Come to daddy.”
He didn’t know what he meant by that, but he didn’t care. His pecs were starting to stretch the shirt even more, and he had to find a solution fast. But he couldn’t find anything! Picking up and tossing the contents around, there was nothing inside but that same change of clothes he saw from earlier!
“Oooggh-” His head shot up as his pecs gained more mass, trying to break free from the confines of his ripping shirt. His voice was so deep now that he could feel the rumble of it in his chest, like a distant storm.
He let out a grunt. He couldn’t think straight with all the pleasure he was feeling. He squeezed his chest with one mitt and grabbed the box before stumbling into the bathroom and locking the door.
He planted his hands on the sink, bracing himself as he panted for air. Lifting his head, he stared at himself in the mirror. He looked so tired, his small head atop a burgeoning pillar of muscle that he called his neck.
His self evaluation could wait, according to his pecs. With a choked grunt, Brando arched his back and lifted his chest to the air. As if called forth, his pecs strained against the shirt for a moment, and burst outwards in a jiggling explosion of both muscle and fat. Brando groaned and whined, catching his breath as he looked in the mirror again, this time at his giant pecs. As he watched, they grew yet again, one side lurching bigger, heftier, before the other caught up to it.
“You’re losing it,” He grumbled to himself. He slapped his chest and watch it jiggle. It jiggled, and yet it felt as solid as rock. A smile snuck onto his features. Looks about the size of a rock too. He saw those mysterious bumps from before, his nipples now looking like pacifiers.
As if to test if they were the origins of what he felt that time, he reached up and squeezed one, only to immediately shut his eyes and growl. His dick began to harden in the little amount of pants he had left. Yeah, that was it.
Looking at himself again, he chuckled “Yeah, you’re losing it, big guy.” he listened to that voice of his. FUCK, that voice.
He slapped his chest again, harder this time. His chest greeted his knocking by lurching out another inch. He laughed even more.
“I’m losing it. Heh, yeah. Daddy’s really losing it, eh?” He let out a wicked chuckle, and clutched at his tits with both hands, causing his chest to push out even further into his hands. They were huge now. Huge, round, brawny muscle tits.
“Daddy’s feeling goooood,” He couldn’t contain himself, groping his massive chest for what felt like ages, and he’d never been harder in his life.
He heard another vibration, his phone was sitting on the counter. With a growl, Brando glanced down, having to lean forward to see over his big muscle jugs. It was a message.
[Hi, Dad. I’m going to come back soon, I hope you haven’t been too bad while I’ve been gone. Love you-]
Brando snorted. He didn’t read who it was from, and in his pleasure delirium, he hardly processed what he even read.
“Gonna come, eh? Sorry, Daddy’s been bad,” He grunted as he slapped his left hand on the counter, right hand leaving his pec to service his aching boner. Before he could get anywhere, the phone vibrated again, irritating Brando.
“Y’know, A’hm gettin’ ticked off by-” He had leaned over again to look at the message. It was from Ceasar.
[Your name is Brandon]
His eyes lit up. Brando suddenly had a moment of clarity of what was going on. Right! He was here to babysit, and he was just a kid! So, why did he look like this? What was happening?! The message…who…is Ceasar? And Brandon, it sound familiar, but it feels so far away. What is happening to him?!
He saw his hands, his legs, feet, his chest. Everything felt so wrong…but why? Was his body incomplete, or was he someone else entirely? He was thinking so hard, and while in his thoughts his hand began to unconsciously move towards his chest. Brandon, no, Brando…er, whoever he was was so close to remembering something.
His hand pinched his nipple, his cock hardened instantly, and it all came crashing down. His brain was instantly shot with pleasure again, that familiar delight he had experienced oh so often. He tried glancing at the phone again, and looked at the message.
[Your name is Brando]
[Your name is Brandon]
The letters were changing right before his eyes, he could hardly figure out what he was looking at anymore
[Your name is Brano]
[Your name is Bru
The phone shut off from inactivity, and in that moment, he felt his arm tense up. The hair from his forearms creeped upwards before a huge patch of jet black hair shot out in hit pits.
“Mmh,” He felt his arms gurgle. Holding up his left arm, he stared at it and then through the mirror. He flexed it and it bubbled outwards, quickly filling his sleeve with hard mass. 10 inches, 13 inches, 17 inches, 24 inches. His arms were quickly becoming something legendary to behold, shredding his sleeves, the bicep pumping up and the tricep swooping down towards the ground. Big fat veins appeared on the peaks, and then his delts began their ascent.
Eventually, everything on his left arm began to squish together, their mass encroaching on one another's territory, until his arm pulled away from his body with a pop. A mighty trap blew up like a balloon, and he felt underneath his arm to feel a lat like the wing of a plane. The trap was hugging his neck, and the whole left side was far heavier than the right for the moment, but that was quick to change. The mass spread through his neck as the right trap puffed into existence, followed by a snap of his right arm and shoulder stretching outward. Finally, his biceps inflated, his triceps engorged and swelled to match his other side. The hair spread over his arms and under just like the left side.
He hit a double biceps, ogling himself in the mirror, then into a crab pose before groping at his pecs again. This time, his hands brought hair with its touch, spanning out over the massive expanse of his chest.
He saw the hair slink below his pecs, and he felt the remainder of the shirt tighten around his stomach. Resting his hands over it, he felt it gurgle and grow. Just like the rest of his body, it grew with both fat and muscle, aiming to be the biggest it could be. Soon his gut was already bowing out over the button of his pants, shirt starting to slide over its mass as fast as it could.
“Daddy’s gettin’ big, gettin’ real big” He growled, lost in his world again. His stomach grew and grew until it strained the last of his shirt. Then with a rip, his big hairy gut burst into view, jiggling for a moment before hardening with more muscle. He rubbed it, it felt good when he rubbed it, but he could already feel something else happening.
He hunched over as the rest of his back not only exploded in size, but height as well, matching with the rest of his lengthened body. Then before he could even realize what happened, he spread his legs further apart as his ass began to inflate. It began slow, until the left cheek blew up in size, followed shortly after by his right. They stuck out far, acting as a counterbalance to his still growing gut, but it was making his pants too tight on his dick. Despite the lack of space, it decided to grow, his balls quivered before dropping and becoming the size of large eggs. His dick was hard, but he felt it get even harder, and harder again. His dick began to stretch out of the confines of his pants, reaching far towards the footlong fuck stick he would now wield. It didn’t stop there, as it inched towards his knee, it became fatter too, the girth swelling up.
With a loud and strained groan, He felt his pelvis snap before his hips widened and his ass bloated even further out. This was the last straw, and his pants and underwear tapped out, erupting fabric all over the bathroom floor.
He was panting hard, and slowly looked up to face himself in the mirror. Still that same babyface. He stared unblinking as his jaw cracked and tripled in width, becoming a massive block. His chin popped further out, like a big ball of bone and muscle. He stared unphased as his hairline began to creep back into a wide widows peak, as his eyebrows thickened and his brow bone lurched over his eyes with a crunch. He stared as his nose cracked from a button to a solid downward curved block, as his ears became bigger and his mouth drooped into a permanent scowl. His deep eyes stared. He liked this. His now massive dick began to harden again as he watched his cheekbones blow outward, as folds formed along his face. He looked brutish. He felt brutish. There standing naked in the bathroom was an incredibly massive man, who’s muscles were still ever so slightly expanding with every breath.
There was a vibration.
He looked down slowly, his body didn’t move too fast these days. It was a notification to tell him that his phone was at low battery. Above it was the previous message.
[Your name is Bruno Langston]
His eyes widened slightly, his breath quickened once more. He reached his hands up to feel around his face. It was gritty, like sandpaper. He smiled and let out a chuckle.
“Fuck, Daddy’s kinda hot,” He slapped his belly, squeezed his hairy chest, and he felt his boner slap against his gut.
Without hesitation, he started working it, using all the strength in his body to jack himself off. A new life was pouring into his brain, his past life only a hindrance now. His balls slapped against his hands with every thrust, he pawed at his massive ass with his free hand, he rubbed his chest hair, he was feeling every part of his new body like it was a roadmap.
Bruno was gaining the memories he thought he forgot about. He was 53 years old, father of 4 kids, grandfather of just 1 so far, but that would change. He chuckled to himself. He used to be a substitute teacher before becoming a babysitter for the neighborhood kids. Everybody around the neighborhood knew him, and they knew he was a sweet guy. To some, it also meant they got a chance to come over and check him out a bit as they’re picking their kids up.
It was true, he was a sweet guy. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t give himself a bit of a treat every now and then. He loved his big body, and he wasn’t afraid to show it off when he went out on the town. He’d pumped out 4 kids with his sweet wife, Linda, and the two of them raised those kids together as long as they could. Linda passed away a couple years prior, and though it gets to big ol’ Bruno every now and again, he knows that she was happy with how they raised their kids. He was too! He was so damn proud of his family, and made sure they knew it. His big body was made for lovin’ and his extended family knows well of the formidable Family Bearhug he gives.
“Daddy’s gonna burst,” Bruno huffed, and with a final pump, he shot the biggest load he’d ever shot. In the midst of his climax, his whole body began to shake, one more layer of mass being added all over his body.
Bruno was left standing naked and sweaty. He scratched his massive jaw looking at the cum he got in the sink and on the mirror, and sniffed his pit.
“Alright, you old man, gotta clean this up.” He leaned over once more with a grunt and picked up the box of clothes. All the clothes were huge! What a weird thought, they had to be huge in order to fit him! He slipped on the underwear and pants, realizing that they were still tight.
“As long as it fits, I’m golden,” He whipped on the beater and did a small pose for himself.
“Damn, did I really get bigger? Usually not this tight” He stared curiously at his body. The beater, as stretchy as it was, was pulled tight over his mass. The vertical stripes warping and bending outwards to follow the shape of his enormous pecs and belly. He found that hot, and felt his cock twitch again in his pants.
After absentmindedly pawing his dick, he put on his button up, leaving the top 3 buttons open to make room for his hairy chest. After slapping on the wrist watch, he did a once-over in the mirror. Everything felt quite tight today, maybe he gained too much muscle. He smirked at that and gave his tit a squeeze and a slap.
Downstairs, he heard the front door opening, followed by the voice of Cynthia. He opened the bathroom door and began to walk downstairs, his massive body heaving and lightly shaking the picture frames along the walls. Turning the corner, he was Ethan hugging Cynthia as she dropped her bags on the ground
“Hey, Dad!-” She said over her shoulder. Right as she made that remark, Bruno’s body shook. Bruno’s pecs gave another push, popping open the next button on his shirt. That’s right, he was a father! And a damn good one, at that! His big gut joined in and heaved outwards as well, popping open the rest of his shirt. Bruno braced himself against the wall as he continued to swell, battering ram of a torso snapping through the beater, tractor thighs bursting through his pants.
Right as Cynthia was about to turn around, the broken fabric began to flutter back into place, but this time in an even bigger configuration to fit his body. Right as the last bit of fabric blued itself back into his beater, Cynthia smiled at him.
Nobody paid any mind as Bruno scratched as his belly.
“Thank you so much for taking care of Ethan on such short notice! Hopefully he didn’t cause any trouble, since you aren’t seething it seems he didn’t, thankfully. He can be a bit of a handful to some other sitters, but it seems he really loves his grandpa!” Cynthia picked up Ethan in her arms, his face smiling with glee
“Pappy!” Ethan wailed and held his hands out towards Bruno
“Oh, yes that's right. Pappy’s right here, son. He loves you very much!” A smile graced Bruno’s heavy features. If you didn’t know him, you would never expect a giant bear like him to smile, but it was a common occurrence.
Cynthia rolled her eyes, “I think Ethan wants you to do the thing with your chest again,” She jokingly shook Ethan around “you little rascal! Pappy can’t keep bouncing them forever!”
Bruno let out a hearty laugh with that one, his chest and belly quaking, “Oh, don’t be so hard on him. I can bounce these bad boys all day long if I had to!” He exclaimed as he bounced the colossal pecs he sported.
Ethan was loving it, and laughed his head off.
There was a knock at the door, and both Cynthia and Bruno turned to look at it.
“I’ll get it sweetie, you and Ethan can keep gettin’ ready to take off.” Bruno started towards the door, Cynthia making way to avoid getting hit by her brick wall of a father.
Upon opening the door, Bruno looked down to see a young boy. His white hair was in stark contrast with his mostly black clothes, and he looked like he might better belong in a rock band.
“Good evenin’ young man, can I help you with anythin’?”
The boy looked up at him in awe, anyone would if they saw the massive man he was. The boy forced himself to stop gawking and collected himself.
“Hi there, sir…” He looked at his shoes and hesitated for a moment, causing Bruno to cock an eyebrow. “I just moved in to the house down the street and I’ve been trying to get to know some of my neighbors. My name’s Caesar.” He held out his hand towards Bruno.
“Well look’it you, son. Not everyday you get nice young’ns like you moving into the neighborhood. Lately we’ve had a few trouble makers ourselves.” He held out his paw and met Caesar’s, completely overtaking his due to the size difference. “Pleasure to have you in the hood’. The names Bruno Langston.” Bruno ended it with a firm shake and a smile. But he noticed that Caesar’s eyes widened. He looked *almost* scared.
“Thank you, sir. I have to get home and continue unpacking, take care.” And Caesar quickly turned face and began to walk away. Bruno looked towards him, confused by their interaction. He seemed like a good boy, and he hoped that Caesar made the right choices growing up. Just beyond Caesar, was a boy standing by the big tree at the end of the cul de sac. With that, Bruno shut the door.
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“I know you’re thinking you want a smaller chest, but it’s actually just the opposite,” Bernhardt said into Dylan’s ear. “You want a bigger chest. That’s what will look the best on you.”
“Really?” Dylan said unsurely, feeling bits of his flesh squeezing through Bernhardt’s fingers. “I’m not...I don’t know. I don’t want boobs like a girl.”
“That’s why you want them bigger. When they’re bigger than any woman’s, nobody will compare the two.” Bernhardt’s fingers were being forced further apart. Dylan’s shirt began to tighten at the base of his chest.
“But...that’s big...if they’re bigger than any girl’s…”
“But isn’t that what you want? The biggest, manliest chest possible.”
Dylan’s legs buckled. His eyes rolled back. “Yes, I...I do want a manly chest, as long as it doesn’t look like a girl’s-”
“We’ll take care of that. For now, just focus on your chest growing. Can you feel it?”
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It wasn’t that the trip to the art museum was entirely boring. There was some really cool stuff in here, Roman and Max agreed. They were super into the room that had the sculptures that looked like balloon animals. The issue was that seeing all the interesting stuff took roughly fifteen minutes, which left them five hours to kill.
“Five…hours…” Roman grumbled dramatically, dragging his feet behind him like he was on invisible crutches. “I’m not gonna make it, man. Tell…tell Livi…I always thought she was hot as hell.”
“Man, I would, but I’m definitely gonna die of boredom too,” Max replied. “At least there’s food right?”
“I guess. Mmm yum, museum food,” Roman snorted. He pushed the mushroom fringe of his bangs out to the side even though he was fully aware it would flop right back over his eyes, which it did. “When do we have to meet the group? Like 40, 45 minutes from now?”
“Yeah, for the tour.”
“I can’t believe they’re letting us run wild here. Someone’s gonna break something.”
Max looked witheringly at Roman, who was grinning from ear to ear. “You mean YOU’RE going to try to break something.”
“I never try, it’s not my fault that I’m clumsy.” It was a running joke at school that Roman’s hands and feet didn’t match the rest of his body, at least not yet. He and Max were the same average height, yet Roman’s feet were four sizes bigger, and he tripped over them constantly.
Roman and Max were best buddies. Equals. Instead of a leader/follower dynamic, they were competitors; willful young men who didn’t take anything seriously except for their own opinions. They’d been friends since middle school, after a knockdown, dragout fight over a loose basketball, quite counterproductive since they were on the same team. But they both thought it was hilarious, and after that, they were almost always together, picking the same classes and ensuring they had the same lunchtime.
Their first jaunt was through a textiles exhibition, which they thought might be cool because it could be about texting, like some kind of digital art. It turned out textiles were fabrics, which was intensely uninteresting. “It’s…rugs,” Roman deadpanned, looking around the room. “Rugs and blankets. Dope.”
“Dude, you know who’d like this stuff? My mom,” Max said, which was the most damning assessment possible, and made them both laugh until a massive security guard glared at them. That was their cue to go, and as they headed out of the exhibition, Max’s phone vibrated. “Miller says he’s hiding out in some movie room. I think I’ll pass.”
“Nah, if I watch something I will definitely fall asleep, and then you’d both leave me there and I’d wake up seven hours later, and the museum would be closed, and I’d never be able to leave and that would be my life.”
“That makes complete sense, you’re exactly right,” Max said. “Hey look, Greek stuff.”
“I prefer Roman stuff.”
“God, shut UP,” Max groaned, giving Roman a shove that roused a “Hey!” from another huge guard nearby.
“Ah man, we gotta go in here,” Roman said, pointing to an exhibit entrance framed by multicolor stripes painted elegantly on the walls. “Rainbow Rebellion: Queer Coding Throughout the Ages,” he read out loud before turning serious. “I think this will be really good for you, to see the art of your people.”
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"Gah, why is this so hard to latch together?"
Dylan mumbled to himself as he tried to put on his keyblade necklace. The small metal clasp poked into his thumb as he held it open. After a few 'ow's and 'ugh's he managed to get it right, a small imprint still on his thumb from the poking.
Spinning back around in his desk chair, he grabbed his phone and slid it into his Jean pockets, only for it to vibrate once it was in.
After a slight pause and momentary groan, he pulled it back out and clicked the power button to check what the notification was.
A text from his friend!
“Yo were waiting for u here man u better get here fast”
Dylan sighed after reading this, Jes ALWAYS got to places way before the planned time. Oh well, at least she doesn’t show up way after the planned times. Sometimes she was the only thing to remind Dylan of where he had to be...ok, most of the time. That wasn’t the point though! He had to get over to the convention center to meet his friend.
Dylan stumbled a bit trying to get his shoes on, when he thought he should check his clothes first and headed for the bathroom mirror. He had a pair of average looking blue jeans on, but he recently bought a new shirt that he was going to wear to the con. Good excuse to flex his new fit, right? The shirt was white with long red sleeves, his keyblade necklace dangling in front of it. He was hoping he’d grow more, so he got a bigger shirt size too. Everything looked pretty good...save for the copious amount of cat hair on the shirt.
“Yeah, that’s a negative on that. Jeez, why does my cat have to have black fur. Why can’t she just shed outside or somethin..is that even how that works?”
Dylan mumbled that last part, opening the drawer to grab the lint roller. After groping around the drawer for a few seconds, he found it at last, and peeled off the used sheet. He did his best to get every last bit of fur off of his new shirt. He was really trying to keep it nice and pristine...so much for that. His phone vibrated once again,and he ignored it until it kept vibrating. This time it was a phone call from Jes.
“Hey hey what’s u-”
His sentence was cut off by a short coughing fit. Rubbing his throat, he cleared it and tried to continue the conversation.
“Man, I think I got some cat hair stuck in my throat. Anyway, what’s up? I’m just about to head out.”
“Oh! Sorry, I assumed that you still needed some convincing to get yourself outta bed hehe”
“Yeah, yeah...suuuuper funny. How could I just sit in bed when there’s a convention to go to??!”
Jes hung up after that. A bit abrupt, as usual. Grabbing the keys for his car, Dylan began to head out. Well, ok, it was his mom’s car still. He had just recently gotten his license to drive. Jes really wanted him to drive her, but Since he juuuust got the darn thing, he wasn’t allowed to have other minors in the car with him.
Dylan headed down towards the convention center, the amount of funky hair colors and costumes started spiking as he got closer and closer.
“Gotta love cosplayers, man. How do they even make those outfits?”
Dylan wondered to himself as he pulled into what he hoped was free parking.
Unfortunately, it was not. Dylan reluctantly brought up the cash to the little meter by his spot. These machines really have authority over us, don’t they? He then proceeded to cough his guts out.
“Hey hey, come on, man. This stupid cat hair has been stuck in my throat this whole time?” Dylan’s voice sounded scratchier and a bit lower than normal.
“Jeez that’s definitely a negative.” He moped.
Regaining his composure with a quick clearing of his throat, he made his way through the doors of the convention center, amazed at all the fans, cosplayers, and fans of cosplayers milling about inside. He made his way to the front and paid his way in, they slapped a stamp onto the back of his hand so he could access convention panels and such.
“Yo! Dylan! Over here!” Jes’ bright voice stuck out among the sound of light chatter and shuffling.
“ Hey hey! There ya’ are, Jes!” Dylan’s face lit up once he saw his friend walking towards him.
They began chatting as they made their way through the convention center, looking at the little brochure map multiple times to remember exactly where they were.
Dylan continuously would rub his throat and cough a bit, the “cat hair” never leaving.
Entering the giant vendor’s hall, they made their rounds, looking at all the merch. Shirts, posters, little doo-dads, even some premade cosplays for people to buy. Jes wanted to go and get an autograph from a voice actor for her favorite show, and she made a point of reminding Dylan every few minutes so they wouldn’t forget. Once the time came for said autographs, they started heading their way out of the maze of merch, Dylan coughing all the while. Jes stopped abruptly to tie her shoes and left Dylan to either stand and watch her, or stand and look around. He opted to just look around.
Dylan noticed a booth that sold cosplay wigs, but there was no attendant to be seen. He had noticed all the mannequin heads with their multicolored and multi styled wigs atop them, but there were maybe 3 or 4 heads that were barren. Dylan laughed to himself a little.
“They’re bald!” Dylan exclaimed to nobody in particular,
“They’re...huh?” Jes overheard him and stood up, having just finished tying her shoe.
Dylan pointed at the wigs and simply repeated what he’d said.
“I mean, yeah I guess, probably just because they were bought or something.” She replied in a dry tone, notably losing a bit of her patience with Dylan’s coughing fits.
Once Jes got tired of hearing him cough everywhere, she took him over to the built in starbucks in the building. Dylan has never really gotten much here, and he asked Jes what she suggests. To his surprise, she doesn’t know anything about the stuff here either. Dylan always assumed she was the type of girl to get drinks here.
They both bought whatever cheap drink looked most interesting to them and then took a hearty swig of it once it arrived.
“I think that might have done the tRiCK-” Dylan croaked.
His voice was back to normal for a moment before it cracked. He hit his chest a few times and then tried again
“Man I thought it- WOAh what’s up with that??” Dylan’s voice was notably deeper. Not by a whole lot, but you could definitely tell. He held his throat for a few seconds before putting his hand back down after seeing that Jes was looking at him.
Jes looked at him suspiciously, talking in between sips of whatever drink she had ordered.
“What’s up with you now?” She had meant it more as a joke, but Dylan didn’t catch that.
“Sorry, sorry I was just...testing to see if it worked, y’know?” he ended that incredibly awkward sentence with an equally awkward laugh, Dylan still wondering why his voice was like that.
Was it the cat hair? Could cat hair even do something like that?? He was mulling through the possibilities. But...things like this didn’t just happen to people-in real life, at least.
He was surprised that Jes didn’t notice it, unless she actually did and she was just not bringing it up to make him feel better. There’s no way she DIDN’T notice how self conscious he was feeling about coughing left and right.
They returned to their drinks and made a few failed attempts at small talk, and once Dylan sucked up the last drops of his, a feeling washed over him almost instantly. He had to piss. REAL bad.
Dylan jolted up out of his seat and looked around frantically. Jes jumped a bit at the sudden action and was about to ask him what was up again when Dylan interrupted.
“I-I’m so sorry Jes, I…” Dylan stumbled back, hunching over a bit from trying not to piss himself. His hands hovered awkwardly in front of his crotch before he pulled them to his sides, realizing that this was not the place to be doing that.
Before Jes could even respond, let alone process the situation, Dylan did an about face and bolted towards the nearest bathroom. Turning a corner, he spotted the destination, but there was a huge line curving around the hall. About ready to burst, he pushed people out of his way to get to the nearest urinal, stall, whatever he could possibly get into first. One stall opened and someone else was about to head in but Dylan grasped their shoulder before they disappeared behind the door and pulled them back. He made it inside and slammed the stall door behind him, the man he had just denied was slapping the door, yelling at him.
Despite how bad he had to piss, Dylan took a moment and closed his eyes, apologizing under his breath so quietly that even he couldn’t hear it.
“UUNNH!!” Dylan was pulled out of his head by a sudden jolt of pain in his crotch. His knees buckled and he tilted his head up. Shuffling forwards toward the toilet a bit, he frantically scratched at his pants, his shaky hands having a hard time catching onto the zipper. Finally he caught it right and unzipped. He pulled the waistband down and used his other hand to swiftly whip it out.
“W-what the…” Dylan gazed in horror at his member in front of him. He had always been a little small down there, not too bad but not too amazing either. This, however, was much bigger than what he was used to. Suddenly he was looking at a 6 inch rod being cradled in his hand.
“The hell is going on…?” His breaths were heavy, but he was quickly pulled out of his thoughts once more by another jolt in his crotch. He shut his eyes hard as he doubled over. His nuts suddenly grew from the size of kumquats to the size of large eggs in an instant. The now much heavier balls dropped and slapped against the inside of his thighs. Without skipping a beat, his cock released all over the wall in front of him with his own spunk.
“GaaAAh!” Dylan fell forward and braced onto the wall, not paying any mind to his voice cracking and trickling down another few notes. He felt his cock quiver, and Dylan hesitantly glanced down at the member. Right before his eyes, it propped up slightly, before lengthening and growing thicker, an intoxicating feeling of pleasure overtaking his mind. Now drooping down slightly due to its own weight, his cock remained still. Dylan snapped out of his momentary reverie and reached his hand down to grasp his meat, almost scared at how long and thick it was now. He had to guess it was maybe a solid foot long, maybe more. As he held himself for a bit, a subtle warmth spread throughout his body, like warm honey coating him.
Dylan brought his hand back up to the wall to let himself calm down and breathe, but he then noticed his hands. Resting against the wall were big, burly, hairy hands that had no place on his thin arms. Giant sausage-like fingers connected to his brawny palm with large knuckles. As soon as he made this realization, his forearms began to pulsate and lengthen. Soft pops and cracks filled the air as his arms became longer and longer. Dylan balled his new fists against the tiled bathroom wall and turned his head to the door behind him.
People have been rapping on the small stall door this whole time, and Dylan had tuned it out due to these transformations. Now more anxious and scared than ever, he darted his head back around and saw hair crawling up his arms before they began to bloat. Stick thin arms started to look more like hairy bowling pins, many small veins snaking up towards his upper arms.Dylan’s biceps gurgled as they began to inflate like a balloon, soon becoming as solid and large as watermelons.
All Dylan could do here was watch as his arms morph into gigantic instruments of strength and groan. He saw those same veins take a stroll up his biceps, but this time they were thick as power cords, and he inadvertently flexed them in shock. This action made his triceps blow out on the backs of his arms, making the sheer size of his arms unbelievable.
“Haahh...haahhh…” Dylan was breathless, but this growth did not stop. He leaned towards the wall and shut his eyes, not wanting to look anymore. Despite trying to block out the transformation, the tickling sensation of hair growing on his shoulders came and went before his deltoids blew out of his t shirt, cat hair flinging into the air. Guess he couldn’t get all of it off with that lint roller.
The straw was being twirled in the cup, making the liquid inside spin around. Jes sighed as she stood up from her seat and went to throw the cup away.
“He sure is taking his sweet time in there.” Jes murmured to herself. “I’ll just go back to the vendor’s hall for now. He can text me when he’s all done in there.”
Jes checked her phone as she tottered on her heels, noticing that it’s only been about 3 minutes since he made it into the bathroom. Must’ve been the longest piss ever...or maybe it just didn’t agree with his stomach, she reasoned. Walking up to the entrance of the vendor’s hall, she raised her wrist to the employee showing that she was an attendee, and was let inside.
“This is not happening, this is not happening, this is not happening,” Dylan’s head was pressed against the wall looking down, if his eyes were open he would have had quite the view of his massive rod and bull balls down below. His back muscles tensed up a bit, Dylan taking a sharp breath in preparation for the worst, and his shoulders began extending towards the walls in bursts. This was the cue for his back muscles to start up, wide lats shooting out under his arms, back rounding out like a turtle shell. His traps puffed up immensely, pulling his neck out and giving him a stout tree trunk connecting his head to his body. The keyblade necklace he had put on that morning snapped off, his neck put too much strain on it.
Within just a few seconds, his chest puffed up, the ribcage expanding, and his shoulders shot out once more to even wider proportions. Dylan was beginning to fill up the small stall with his mass, shoulders hitting against the walls no matter what he did. There was a pressure in his spine as he gained height at an incredible rate. Growing a solid foot, Dylan lifted up his head towards the ceiling, and he could now see over the stall doors, briefly noticing the same crowds in his peripheral vision.
“Oooooohhh….” A low, rough rumble escaped his lips, his voice as deep and gritty as one could get. Down below, he tilted his hips forward as the pelvis snapped and readjusted for a much wider waist.
Everything felt so thick to him. All of his body was covered in such big muscles, he could barely grasp onto what was happening anymore. It felt so wrong, this body felt so wrong, but...did it really? Was this wrong? What was right?? What was his name? Dylan let out a gruff grunt, trying his best to get his thoughts under control.
“My...m’ name…” Dylman relished the sound of his own voice. His shoes began to creak, before bursting open due to the large feet he now had. His butt went from being as flat as a plank to something akin to a couch cushion, the size of it shaking growth into his thighs and calves, which were starting to look like redwood trunks.
“I know who I ahm,” Dalmon’s voice filled the stall with its rumblings, followed by another grunt as his chest puffed out. 2 mounds began to grow on his chest, and grow they did. Dalmon’s pecs were rounding out, starting to resemble bowling balls themselves. He started slowly bouncing his enormous muscle tits and growling, his small tic tac nipples being replaced by 2 thick corks.
Bristly hair grew out all over his burly chest, and moved down towards his stomach, which gurgled as a 6 pack grew out over it. The sight didn’t last long though, as Dalmon felt pressure building up behind said abs, before bursting out into a major gut before him. All the new size excited him, and boned him up again, snaking up against the underside of his rotund stomach.
Standing 6’6 and now squished between the space in the stall, Dalmon was a large man with the head of a child. He was thinking hard about why he was there in the first place, and reached up to scratch his head.
Dalmon’s hair had more give than what he expected. He grunted before slowly and carefully grasping onto his hair and simply pulling it right off his head.He held what used to be his hair in front of him, head now as bald as Mr. Clean.
“Thats...thats…” Finally, like a beam of light in the darkness, Dalmon gained a sense of clarity of his surroundings.
“Ah know who ahm. Ah ain’t no dense fucker who can’t eve-yn 'member his own damn name. Mah name is Damon!” Damon exclaimed this to himself, but prompted the people still waiting outside to respond.
“I don’t care what your name is! You took my spot in line and now everybody is waiting on you! Get the hell out of there!!” the man was clearly fuming from having his spot in line usurped from him like that, but Damon didn’t care.
Damon needed to take a break from the vendor’s hall. Yes, that’s right. He runs the wig stand at this convention. He needed to clean this one in particular because he had forgotten to do so beforehand.
Damon began to turn around, which was a struggle given his mass. Reaching for the stall door, he realized that he was butt naked. He glanced over the stall doors, which required nothing more than a turn of the head at his height, at the crowds waiting for him to leave. Out of nowhere, Damon began to get a migraine. He growled a bit before grasping his head with his paw. Unbeknownst to him,the ripped fabric began to swirl in the air, forming new clothes for him. Leather boots adorned his new feet, which led into thick blue Levi jeans which were heavily strained by his ass, legs, and bulge. A simple grey t-shirt donned his magnificent form, and an apron flowed down the front of his body, the strings tying themselves behind the small of his back.
This all happened bottom to top, and once it reached his neck, Damon’s head finally began to feel the effects. The small boyish jaw cracked to the side before reforming as a giant wide slab, the rest of his head expanding to match his stout neck. Cheekbones and brow snapped outwards, and his small nose grew into a solid, masculine one with a ridge in the middle, making it dip downwards slightly. Teeth rearranged perfectly as his lips thinned and mouth widened, creases appearing beside his mouth, eyes, and forehead. Damon moved his mitt to rub his new jaw, and found it rough and gritty like sandpaper. Above his mouth grew a large bushy mustache that reached just past his lip.
Damon opened the stall door and looked down upon the man that was criticising him as he eased his way out. The man wasn’t short, but compared to Damon he only reached about chest height. He eyed him and the rest of the crowd, who stared back at this immense man who was wildly different from the boy that entered not so long ago. The feeling of power satisfied Damon, his cock hardening and snaking down his left thigh. He was a man with a dominating presence, because of his stature, and also his experience.
Dylan didn’t have the experience he was thinking about, but Damon did. The folds on Damon’s face got heavier, skin became thicker and more weatherbeaten. silver strands of hair were speckled around his body, making sweet accentuations to his dark brown body hair. As everyone eyed him, Damon’s chest raised and lowered with each of his deep breaths. The awkward silence filled the room.
“Ah would appreciate it ifin' ya moved so ah can finish uhp mah business” His booming voice sliced through the atmosphere, and everyone started fidgeting around like they were beforehand. The man in front of Damon was too shocked to move, so Damon slapped his large mitt onto his shoulder and moved him aside. Once Damon could pass, he made a sly smile at the man and patted his back. Damon has been gone too long from his booth. Making his way back into the vendor’s hall, he raised his mighty arm to show the stamp on his hand, and then proceeded towards his booth. There he saw a young girl looking around at the wigs he had on display.
“Howdy thair young lady, how can ah help ya today?” Damon eased his mass into the small metal chair that was given to him at the start of the con. With how much the chair creaked under his weight, it's a miracle that i didn’t collapse.
Jes was shocked to see such a large man working at something like a wig booth. The air around him smelt of pine trees.
“O-oh yeah! Yeah, no I was just- I was just looking around. I was waiting for someone but I think he left early so I’m just here now y’know?” Her nervousness was apparent in her voice, but Damon didn’t want to frighten her at all, even if he happened to scare quite a few people away.
“Hey Hey alraahyt ah git it.” Damon gave a hearty chuckle, “Well look for as long as ya’ld like, no pressure at alll young miss. Didn’t mean t' scare ya, I swear. So ya think ya were ditched by that partner awf yours? Well that dudn make a convention too fun now does it? I’m here all day so ya can always come here eend chat with ole damon ifin' ya’d like!”
“Oh! Well, thank you for the offer! I still have some money left over so I’ll probably just walk around some more. I’ll make sure to stop by before I leave, though!.” Jes found this man oddly familiar, though she didn’t understand why. She had never met this man, or anyone like this man either.” she turned away, and with a quick wave goodbye, she walked off deeper into the convention halls, glancing back at the giant man at the wig stand one last time.
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Jonathan didn’t even want to go to the dinner in the first place. His parents kept telling him that the Hills’ son Tyshawn would be there, and that was why he needed to go, so that he and Tyshawn could catch up - plus, the Hills wanted to see how Jonathan had grown up.
Jonathan remembered the Hills - they’d lived next door when he was really little - and he’d played with Tyshawn a few times in the backyard, but that was the extent of their relationship. He knew it would be like most boring dinners with adults, talking about work and the stock market or whatever. And the Hills had gotten reservations at Charme, the fanciest restaurant in town, which excited Jonathan’s parents, but not Jonathan. He wasn’t a food guy by a long shot, and Charme was the kind of place that didn’t even have a menu - or at least not one you ordered off of. Whatever you were served, you ate, and Jonathan wasn’t yet old enough to have the option of washing it all down with wine. He’d asked his dad if Charme would have cheeseburgers or anything a picky eater would like, and his dad had laughed. Not a great sign.
“You need to dress nice,” Jonathan was told, and his first choice of a polo and jeans was vetoed as not formal enough. Charme required jackets. So, grumbling, he went back to his closet to cobble together an outfit from whatever stuff he hadn’t outgrown over high school. He’d never attempted to organize it, which resulted in a mishmash of clothes he liked, clothes he hated, clothes that didn’t fit, and clothes he didn’t even recognize. The black cap - found buried under a pile of forgotten sweatshirts and jeans - belonged in the latter group. It had the word “BEAR” on the front in tall white letters, which probably stood for some dumb anti-drug thing at school. He plopped the hat on his head while he continued rummaging for acceptable clothes. Most of the clothes were chucked into piles deep enough for Jonathan to bury his entire arm in, so the search became a game, as Jonathan tried to guess what forgotten item of clothing he’d produce from the heaps next.
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Eugene Meyers never liked high school. He didn’t like it when he was in it, and now that he’d graduated, he didn’t like running into people who’d experienced it alongside him, because for some reason it was still all they wanted to talk about.
So when Eugene saw Gabi Fortescue on the other end of the strip mall, walking toward him, he hoped she wouldn’t talk to him. Maybe she wouldn’t even recognize him. After all, his hair was down to his shoulders now, and he’d gained ten pounds, notable for someone as thin as he was. She was in flip-flops, so she was walking slow, and maybe he’d get to Serene Planet before she reached him…his hand was resting on the door of the shop when she walked past him.
Whew.
“Hey, we went to high school together, right?”
Shit.
Eugene turned around. “Yeah, hey.” He tossed a long blond bang out of his eyes. “I’m Eugene.”
“I remember you! We had Statistics together. I’m Gabi, if you don’t remember,” she smiled. She had a round face, big eyes, white teeth. Not the kind of girl who was going to rock a full tattoo sleeve, meaning she wasn’t Eugene’s type, but she was pretty enough that he hadn’t talked to her in high school. “You going into work?”
“Work…? Oh, no,” he answered. “I don’t work here, I just uh, smoke a lot.” He remembered Gabi as a good girl - not that good girls didn’t smoke weed, but she didn’t seem like the type - but if this statement scandalized her, she didn’t show it.
“Oh, cool. I work at the tanning salon down there. Funny since I don’t tan.” She raised a pale arm up to her side as proof, and Eugene laughed politely. “Are you in school?”
“Nah, I think college is…kind of a scam?” Eugene shrugged. “I dunno. I didn’t know what I wanted to do and it felt dumb to throw a bunch of money down the toilet while I figured it out. But I’m not working right now either, so… I don’t know, I just don’t really care. I probably should. I really like doing nothing.”
“Long as you’re happy,” Gabi smiled. “Hey, I gotta run before I clock in late, but it’s nice to see you.”
“Good to see you too, thanks for saying hi,” Eugene said, not meaning it. But he did appreciate that she hadn’t brought up high school.
The bell above Serene Planet’s door chimed as Eugene walked in. He was immediately hit with the overwhelming smell of incense, which was burning in at least four places that he could see from where he stood. He went to the hippie shop so frequently that he’d gotten to know a lot of the staff, but the clerk today was a white girl with hot pink dreads that he didn’t recognize.
Eugene always looked at the hand-blown glass pipes first, which were such a temptation and so damn pretty. But he already owned several, and since he wasn’t working and his parents were starting to make threats about paying rent, it wasn’t a great use of money. So he poked around more, just killing time - the only thing he did nowadays - perusing the handmade clothes and weird tchotchke that were staples in every head shop he’d ever been in. He skipped over the Wiccan shit and then moved onto a glass case full of jewelry. Mostly navel rings, but there were a few other options, like a cool glass ring that caught Eugene’s attention. The inside of it was layered with orange, red, and yellow that made it look like it was literally on fire. “Dope,” Eugene muttered. He turned to the girl behind the counter. “How much is this one here?”
She flipped up the hinged counter and walked across the store to where he stood. “That one’s fuckin’ cool, right? It’s thirty bucks.”
Eugene’s checking account had $42 in it at present. Eh, worth it. “I’ll take it.”
She nodded and unlocked the case, retrieving the ring carefully and holding it as she walked back to the counter. “It was handmade by this really cool chick who lives up in the woods. She has like fifty chickens and just stays up there making jewelry. She’s my hero,” the shopgirl explained as she dropped the ring into a small plastic baggie.
“Oh, I’ll wear it,” Eugene said, so the girl took it out of the bag and gave it to him. As he wriggled it onto his bony finger, he noticed a sign taped to the counter under his hand. “First responder discount?”
“Yeah, we give 15% off if you’re a first responder. Just started doing it.”
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Alex & Eric
Connor
Absolute Power
The Bear Cap:
Keaton
Dakota
Backseat Grandpa
The Board: 1, 2
A Body Built
The Broadcast
Built Himself Up
Campus Visit
The Car Lot: Copped
The Chief
The Clifton Jocks
Deeper
Double D
The Evolution of Corbin Brantley
Jason Love
Klutz
La Petite Mort
Made Man
Major Mayor
A Matter of Time
Meat Market: 1, 2, 3, 4
M-U-S-C-L-E
Name Recognition
New York Fucking City:
New York Fucking City
New York Fitness City
Greenpoint
Old Dog, New Tricks
The Photo Booth:
Chuck
Dustin
Eric
George
Liam
Mikey
Recruiting Ethan
Repair Costs
Reset
Room Sweep
Standing Together
Stuffed Shirt
Style Scout
Tattoo*
Under New Management
Wet
Wishing Room:
Morning Wood
Beefing Up Security
Hot for Teacher
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The car sputtered to a stop just as it finished rolling into the parking space, emitting a wheezing noise that made it impossible to tell whether it had been turned off or simply died. The car’s driver, a teenage boy with porcelain skin, heaved himself over the passenger seat and crawled out the door on that side, sending three wadded up hamburger wrappers spilling onto the pavement. He picked up two of them and tossed them back into his car.
“Are you…Jace?” asked a man standing near the curb.
“Yeah, hi.” Jace flicked his long hair - meant to be electric blue, but closer to the color of an old swimming pool - out of his eyes. “The driver’s side door is stuck,” he explained, picking a McDonald’s Monopoly sticker off his pants.
“All good. I’m Robby Telek, I’m a producer here at KPEC.” Robby extended his hand, and Jace shook it limply. “I’ll be taking you around today.”
“Cool,” Jace said, eyes and mouth covered by the hair blowing in his face. “I didn’t think I was gonna win.”
“Yeah? Pretty exciting!”
“I guess,” Jace shrugged. “I didn’t enter myself actually, my friends did as a joke. I knew they were doin’ it though.”
Robby’s smile shrank. “Oh. Your entry said you wanted to be a journalist-”
“I mean, I do. Just not the TV kind.” Jace followed Robby, who’d turned to walk toward the doors of the news station.
“What kind then?” Robby held the door open for Jace. “After you.”
“I dunno, I used to want to write for Vice but they kinda suck now. New goal is just to figure it out in college.” Jace stopped at the metal detector and looked back at Robby. “Shit, I have a lot of metal on me.”
“If it beeps a lot I’ll just pat you down,” said the security guard sitting nearby.
“Do I need to take these out?” Jace tapped his finger against the snakebite piercings bulging from his lower lip.
“Should be fine,” the guard said, visibly wincing. “Those hurt?”
“I got over it.” Jace lifted his long t-shirt to remove his grommet belt. He dumped it on the table along with his wallet and chain, phone, and keys. Even with all these things removed, the detector still beeped. “Oh, necklace,” Jace mumbled, removing two long silver chains from around his neck. He dropped them on the table along with a silver ring from his finger. The next walk through the detector was a success. “You guys get a lot of threats around here?” he said, eyes showing genuine excitement for the first time that day.
“Not too many,” Robby said, “but you know how it is.”
“Yeah. Well don’t worry, I know I’m a white teenage boy but I’m not gonna shoot the place up.”
“I’m…glad to hear that,” Robby said, filling the silence that followed. He clapped his hands together and plowed on. “Anyway, uh, we’re gonna try to make this fun for you today. Give you a tour, introduce you to the team, then get you all set for your segment.”
“How long am I gonna be here?”
“Should be a few hours.”
“Will there be a tape of it? For colleges and YouTube or whatever.”
“Of course, we’ll sort all of that out,” Robby smiled.
“Do I need to change clothes? I don’t-”
“Don’t worry about that, we’ll take care of everything.” Robby clapped his hand on Jace’s back. “All you needed to bring was yourself and we’ll figure out the rest as we go, sound good?”
