GRANDPA LOUIS' MUSCLE GRAND THEFT ADVENTURE PART 1
Authors Note: The images are AI generated but the story is completely from me. None of this story was AI generated.
Grandpa Louis may not have been a great man in stature or build, but he was a great man to whoever knew him. He helped dozens of young men throughout his life. In addition to raising his own family, he had taken in young men from broken homes, given them life skills as a foster parent and helped them to get placed into adoption. He did this with his wife until she died of cancer some ten years prior. He had helped so many men reach their potential but now his own life was crumbling.
He had to put the house into a reverse mortgage in order to pay his medical bills. He didn't tell any of his former foster kids about his financial problems because he saw them as his own problems, but...the debts were piling up. His Social Security didn't cover all his expenses. And then there was his grandson, Jackson. Jackson was once a good boy but he had moved in with Grandpa Louis because his parents were fed up with his behavior and they were having their own financial problems caused by lost investments. Everyone was suffering financially but it didn't seem to phase Jackson, who wanted to become a professional gambler like his idols in the manosphere. He worshiped the videos of Dan Bilzerian and Andrew Tate. He would casually explain how women were just sex objects and alpha gods among men like himself were meant to conquer them and make them submissive. Grandpa Louis had calmly tried to explain how to treat women but Jackson had only pretended to listen so he could get free room and board.
Jackson had income because he dominated gay faggots online and they gave him their savings just for a chance to talk to him. Jackson didn't tell his Grandpa everything but Louis knew he had an income to buy expensive shoes and clothing, supplements and he had enough money to take girls out and to keep his nice ride in good condition. He heard through Jackson's bedroom door what he was doing and while disgusted, promised himself that Jackson would come around some day.
Grandpa Louis decided to go through some of his family's antiques to see what he could sell. After all, they had sentimental value but what good was that when you are barely able to pay your food bills? He wished Jackson could be less selfish. What could possibly give the younger man some humility?
Digging through an old chest, he found something unexpected. His great uncle had been an archaeologist in the early 20th century. Finding tablets with cuneiform, an ancient amulet covered with old writing thousands of years old, he realized he had something that might be very valuable! Surely they wouldn't ever let an archaeologist take this home with him. His great uncle must have sneaked these items out of the Middle East. Maybe they would sell on the black market. Maybe Jackson could tell him about someone in the underworld who could sell them. He thought bitterly to himself how he just expected his grandson would be able to do something immoral and that he could connect his grandfather with the sort that would do anything for money, but...he was getting desperate.
The glow came just as unexpectedly, filling Grandpa Louie's head with knowledge.
The ancient ones who had preserved its power had received it from a warrior king who received it from some kind of immortal deity that used it to suck the strength of his enemies into his own body! He suddenly could read the writing that just looked like gobbledegook just moments before!
He rushed downstairs, or rather slowly made his way downstairs since he couldn't rush anywhere. The glow of the amulet. The thoughts rushing through his head. Visions of god kings with thousands of men bowing at their feet walking through ancient cities filled with wonders. Magical energy erupted from the amulet just as Jackson walked through the door to scream "Grandpa, what the fuck are you doing??"
Jackson, for his part, didn't want to lose a cash cow. He knew Grandpa Louis needed someone to look out for anything weird happening to his body or some asshole trying to sell him some faggy solar panel scam or some shit like that. He promised his parents as such. The light was nearly blinding. He shielded his eyes.
"I...I don't know...I can't stop it! Please help me!" Grandpa Louis begged, his hands frozen on the tablet.
Jackson made his way forward and felt like he was going to vomit. What the hell was happening!?
"Grandpa! I don't feel good," he slurred the words, slowly as if he was in a dream where time was moving differently. Suddenly, there was no sound. Before there was a pulsing that grew louder and louder and now there was nothing. The amulet was floating in midair. Jackson looked over at Grandpa. Time was flowing between the two of them. Jackson understood what it was without understanding how it was happening. Something was changing in his body. His bodily functions were progressing somehow. He felt a return to the timestream and then there was sound. Horrible horrible sound.
It nearly shattered him. He felt his grandfather's astral body gliding over to his and he resisted it. He took on only the worst aspects of his body. His skin sagged and jutted out, became fleshy and doughy and then puffy. His gut began growing. A little at first. No, not my abs! No! NOOOOO! He screamed internally. He couldn't move now. He felt like falling down but he was in a constant feeling of freefall. He looked up at his grandfather, who was now thin by comparison. Grandpa was having a different reaction.
He felt his son's astral power glide inside his own, merging with it. His body lost all its illnesses. His Parkinson's disease, the thyroid disorder, the arthritis all flowed away from him and into his grandson. His body became filled with a virility he had never experienced. It flowed into him, Flowed like a mighty river of masculinity that filled up his body with muscle. His legs at first felt it, tensing up and then in an orgiastic level of pleasure, his penis came to life and became hard as a rock, which hadn't happened in quite a while. His body retracted and then grew, even his bones felt themselves growing thicker and healthier. The healthy aroma of sweat and pheromonal orgasms, a lifetime of working out, all flowed into Louis. He knew all about athletics now. He knew about exercise and nutrition to a degree he had never known before.
A presence examined them, laughing at them.
"You should have been a better grandson," it growled in Jackson's ear. "I will give the old man all of your strength!" It laughed at him cruelly.
Grandpa Louis felt his pecs and shoulders burst upwards, lifting up his shirt. His arms began to double and then triple in size, mutating muscle like he was some kind of Marvel cartoon character. His shirt ripped and he couldn't unbutton it so he began to shred apart from his sheer size as well as the energy burning his flesh in the best way possible, remolding it into youthful vitality and muscular stature. His back was next; it felt like they were ballooning with cement. He had never felt this way in his life.
His grandson now looked unrecognizable. A fat blimp stood before him, tears streaking his fat face, miserable and his youth all lost now. His body filled with disease and stress, obese and disgusting looking. He still had his young face but it looked slightly older from the sheer stress now placed on his body.
Something fell on the floor with a thud and a crash like a vase shattering. The energy dissipated.
"No! No! This can't be happening! I can't be a lardass! Grandpa, help me! Give it back, you have to!"
"I don't know how," Grandpa Louis said, his words sounding a lot more masculine now. His voice had dropped several octaves. He sounded much better, he thought. He tested his new muscular legs. It felt great to walk around now! I bet I can even go running, he thought. I haven't been able to do that in ages!
"Grandpaaaaa!" Jackson jiggled his giant gut now, rolling like a waterbed. "Nooooooo! No please God I'll be good just make this dream stop. This has to be a dream! This has to be a nightmare!"
But the nightmare was just beginning for Jackson. For Louis, it was an incredible day of relief. He wasn't bombarded with pain. He had the body of a muscular god. Every muscle he had now was brimming with power, control, and yearned for the release of exercise.
"I think we need a change of clothing," he finally said. Of course, most of his clothes were much more snug now as his muscles bulged, well, everywhere. Jackson couldn't fit into anything he owned except for a pair of sweatpants and even those were strained. He found his fat feet could fit into sandals more easily than shoes, which hurt to wear now. He found an old shirt of Grandpa's that was stretched out enough to wear.
After Grandpa explained what happened, Jackson demanded they get another tablet but Grandpa Louis tried reasoning with him he had no idea where to get another amulet. The one they had was now nothing but fragments and dust.
