Muscle Bros

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Dirk’s situation was a bit more different. He was in the living room when it happened. His younger brothers were playing the GameCube emulation with a revamped old Mario game collection disk. Not much to do on a summer Sunday than hang around in the house in one's skivvies. Such was a tradition passed down by their dad, who was currently knocked out, still asleep in bed still.  However, Dirk had brought his gaming chairs into the living room so his brothers could play.

“I want to be player 1!” Tommy shouted.

“No, I want to be player 1!” Willis yelled back.

Their voices argued like that often and frequently especially when they were passionate. Dirk stood between their chairs and rubbed their heads, before he gently moved their heads in circles, and his brothers played along, “Little dudes, stop fighting. You’re going to wake dad up.”

“Sorry, Dirk.” They said in unison.

With a satisfied smile Dirk pushed the gaming chairs closer to the TV as they held to their respective arm rests laughing. He set up the game for them and made sure they knew exactly how to play. Then Dirk collapsed on the couch behind them, laying down, his favorite book in hand: Escape from the Dragon keep.

Snuggled up reading, he let his attention drift every so often to keep an eye on his brothers. The two were still arguing at a lower level. 

“You keep dying.” Willis said

“Stoopid, that's you!” Tommy said back.

Then Dirk got to a really good chapter, the hero had to escape Dragon Island. An intense chapter with magic and action, on every turn of the page. His eyes didn't leave the book. A squeak of his gaming chairs, a snide remark thrown between his brothers, Time passed on. Then there was a small grunt, didn’t even sound like his brothers, but the chapter was over, so he took a peek. They knew better than to put hands on each other. Looking up, he didn’t spot them throwing hands, the game was still going, and their legs dangled calmly off the floor. He turned his attention back to his book. 

The next chapter was slower. A big come down after a fierce fight. More squeaks as his brother’s bodies slid in their chairs. They just couldn’t stay still. He could tell because when he glanced their feet were closer to the ground. Back to his book, the slow pacing of the chapter got him yawing. His brothers coughed a few times, soft and quiet to start, then harsher and deeper a few minutes in. Were they having a cough competition?  Their coughs sounded fake, like they were trying to enhance them. The two were prone to spur of the moment contests like that so Dirk wasn’t surprised, otherwise he’d have gotten the medicine out. The coughing faded into the background as Dirk’s eyes grew heavier. Before he knew it, he was asleep.

When Dirk woke up, he gave a silent yawn stretching. He stood, headed directly for the kitchen, then poured himself some water, wiping sleep from his eyes. Only when he was heading back into the living room did he realize it: he hadn’t heard his brothers fight once, not even in a hushed tone. Maybe they actually had gotten sick. He grabbed the cough medicine and headed back to the living room.

Tossing and catching the bottle he asked, “You guys feeling o—-

The bottle clattered to the floor and rolled away as Dirk froze. Sitting in his gaming chairs, were not his little brothers. Jocks had taken their place. Sure, their faces held some vestiges of Willis and Tommy, but their bodies were more akin to athletes. They had pecs, arms, abs, and legs that stretched across the floor. Their bodies had been sculpted in a way Dirk only thought was possible to see in museums. These weren’t boys, these were bros. They looked older than him. They were older than. Their presence translated that to Dirk. Their bodies, the way they sat, the lack of arguing, all of it gave off a mature air. Only contrasted by their sky-blue underwear with images of a teddy bear on the strap. Which was immediately contrasted by the bulges in the front, how the fabric stretched to the back, and the huge sets of thighs coming out the leg holes.

Dirk was lost studying Tommy’s tattoos, wondering how upset dad was going to be about them when he heard, “Bro, you okay?” 

Tommy’s voice was deep, smooth, and rich. It flew into Dirk’s ears and settled into his chest.

“I think he’s better than okay,” A cocky smile sat on Willis face as he nodded to Dirk’s boxer’s. Dirk's eyes flew down; his cock had come out of his boxer’s fly. It was at full mast and there was no debating the reason why. He fumbled, trying to stuff it back in, as it just bobbed all over the place. He had to be having a weird dream. Maybe he imposed the two guys in his book onto his brother's positions.

“No need to hide it lil bro, just the guys here.” Willis added. His voice was much more abrasive, and booming, pure distilled jock in nature.

Dirk knew it wasn’t a dream, when his cock leaked precum onto his foot and the floor. He didn’t even sense it coming, just heard Willis’ voice, and was already amped up by Tommy’s voice, and like a trigger lost it. His cock bucked and there was just a slime trail running down. Dirk had never had that issue in his life growing up. Not in P.E., Not in the locker room, not even in the showers. Guys were hot, but they were never as hot as his brother’s now. His cock had turned faucet.

Willis reached over, with his thumb and forefinger and grasped the tip of Dirk’s cock, squeezing it before stealing the precum. “Fuckin sick, bro,” he said as if it were the coolest thing ever lifting the shimmering line up in the air. He tilted his head back, opened his mouth wide as he dropped it in, then swallowed. Dirk watched Willis’ Adams’ apple move and guide it down.

“Mmmm!” Willis licked his lips, “Tommy you gotta get a taste of this, Dirk’s really on it today!”

“Yeah sure, after the game.” Tommy said casually as he motioned to the screen. Dirk’s internal system crashed, hearing a much calmer and reasonable voice still claim to want his cock. 

“Someone’s in a bad mood,” Tommy half stood up and swatted Dirk’s ass, “Go stand next to him little bro might cheer him up.”

Dirk found his legs responding before he even processed. Then his cock was just there next to Tommy's face.

“No thanks, I just want to game.” Tommy said as the two got back into it. Willis stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do. But then a pause came when they won a level and Tommy’s fist found Dirk’s cock and stroked it. After that every time there was a lull or pause, Tommy’s hand was on his brother’s cock. The world's worst edging as Dirk’s cock wanted to rebel whenever it was let go. Dirk could have sat down. There was nothing physically stopping him, but then Tommy pressed his face on Dirk’s cock, nuzzling and kissing it. The way Tommy’s eyes looked at Dirk was too powerful to pull away from. Then Tommy would let Dirk’s cock hang there pressed against his face. 

Another level on the screen was won, but Dirk wasn’t looking because Tommy had fully stuffed his brother’s cock in his mouth for celebration. Footsteps came down the stairs, heavy weighted. Their dad was up. Dirk panicked that his dad was going to see him getting blown by strangers. And yet even knowing that, he couldn’t pull out. Their dad stepped into the living room, seeing all of them.

Willis gave a lazy wave, “Hey.”

“Good afternoon, sleepy head,” Tommy pulled off Dirk's cock. His warm mouth left Dirk’s dick in the cook air twitching.

“Dad!” Dirk shouted, his cock inched forward and bumped into Tommy’s face. It was too fucking much. His cock blasted all over his Older younger brother’s face, plastering it in white. Some shot into the air and landed on Willis.

“Oh shit,” Tommy said, noticing the hot jizz on his cheek. “Give a warning, next time,” he chuckled, tapping Dirk’s thigh, then Tommy slurped at the cum pouring out.  Dirk’s legs shook as his load was extracted out of him.  Meanwhile Willis looked unbothered by the cum on him. 

“Boys make sure you leave the living room clean at least.” Their dad groaned, walking into the kitchen. No questions about the strange men, or where Dirk’s brothers were. Their father wasn't bothered at all. 

More than his brothers’ ages were altered. Their entire family’s reality was changed. A world where Dirk was the younger brother to two post-college studs. Their lazy afternoon Sundays had devolved into unofficial ‘bro time’. No expectations of personal space with them as the older ones in charge. Surprisingly though with all the closeness, there was no more fighting between the two. Later that night, Dirk scrolled online, lying in bed. He should have gone to sleep hours ago but he was reading all about the Vintage gaming backlash. There were thousands of comments from people posting their stories. Dirk didn’t even know where to start. Stories ranged from people being aware to others denouncing the whole thing as a hoax. The changes had truly run the gambit of altering people's memory or simply adding to them. Dirk wondered where his brothers fell in that regard.

A crash came from downstairs. Dirk crept out of bed, and down the steps. Hushed voices came from the kitchen where the light had been turned on. The young man rolled his eyes, imagining his father must have come down for another afternoon snack. He strolled into the kitchen, eyes going wide at not finding the situation he imagined.

Tommy’s naked figure pounded into Willis, who was laid out on the table, beneath him. The two were fucking in the open. Hard to believe such strong bodies could be so quiet as they rutted, and yet not betray an ounce of the power each executed. “What were you thinking, getting Dirk all hot and bother with that voice of yours.”

“You’re just mad, you couldn’t make him leak.” Willis combatted, pecs jiggling with Tommy’s thrust.

“Leak? Dude, he literally nutted on my face.” Tommy bragged.

Dirk watched astounded from the shadows. They hadn’t outgrown fighting. They were fuck-fighting. Every grievance and displeasure sent by the meeting of their hips.

Tommy’s body convulsed with a soft, “FUCK.” Three loud slaps of skin then stop. He gently grabbed Willis' neck in a mock choke. “Say you’re not going to make Dirk precum again.”

“Shit,” Willis shrugged, sucking his teeth. “Wish I could, but this body’s got hormones and needs. The only reason I’m not up in his bed now is I’m afraid I’d break him. Luckily, I think you and I were made pretty even.”

Tommy dropped his hand, shaking his head. “Same. Dirk was so good with us before and all I could think about was demolishing his pelvis. Didn't want him to think I was some sex demon.”

“Ha, I think he thought that, when you attempted to suck his soul out his dick.” Willis sat up, then made a circle motion with his hands that Tommy understood. Within seconds, Tommy's hands were behind his back, and Willis had a firm grip on them. “Now, it’s time for your punishment for draining our new little bro without me.”

Dirk watched dumbfounded. They remembered he had been the older one just that morning, but their bodies needed and craved more than their former older brother could provide. Perhaps if he worked at it one day he could keep up with them, but for now he could wait in the shadows.

—

Some stories were much simpler.

Steve Moran was at a loss. He had got the PS2 system re-release and was excited to introduce his nephew to all the games he’d grown up with in his childhood. Steve’s older brother, Geoff, had never been much of a gamer and always preferred to be outside than in a chair. Steve was the common nerd beloved by his family, but still an outcast in some ways. For some reason the cross pollination of gamer & jock never took hold of Geoff, as it did with his other friends, he was too cool for video games. He’d pick up a controller looking lost as a lamb. Always asking for Steve to help out. It was never Geoff’s element; he needed a ball in his hand to excel.

His entire life Steve wished him and his brother could bond over hobbies, but they were diametrically opposed between games and sports. But then like a miracle deferred, Steve’s son, Charlie, was born and had a strong passion for games. There was finally someone for Steve to unload his passion onto and Charlie ate it all up eagerly. 

When the re-release was coming Steve had personally built up the hype, getting Charlie invested. Geoff was going on a personal vacation with his wife, which meant Steve and Charlie had a whole week to lose themselves in game after game.

The PS2 was ready in the living room, when Steve dropped Charlie off. There was a bit of small talk between brothers, but Steve’s thumb twitched the entire time; his x-button masher was ready. The moment Geoff left, Steve practically flew to the couch. He tossed a controller to his nephew and told him to start the game. But then he remembered he had popcorn and soda ready to go waiting in the kitchen. He hopped up, for a second going to his counter. The familiar ‘Whoosh’ of the old system startup and it struck the nostalgia in his mind. He happily snatched up the bowl of popcorn and soda, dancing back to his TV and nephew. 

His body went rigid upon seeing Geoff in his living room. Awkward as hell, Geoff knew Steve was a nerd but never seen his brother at unrestricted display. If that wasn’t weird enough, Geoff had somehow walked back in and was standing in his underwear. His older brother’s furry chest and stomach were out, but what captured Steve’s attention wasn’t even Geoff packing heat with the bulge in his underwear. Rather the game controller in Geoff’s trained arms was the true center piece. In all his years on earth, Steve had never seen his brother pick up a controller. And yet there he was holding it expertly in all his jock-dadness.

“You ready Uncle Steve?” Geoff asked

Steve blinked, upon hearing that as he slowly began to register the man in his apartment was not his older brother, just looked very close to him. Then came the thought of Charlie’s whereabouts, his nephew was nowhere to be seen. Eyes going to the ground, Steve spotted ripped clothes Charlie had on moments ago at the man’s feet. His eyes went back up, mouth agape, realizing his nephew had turned into an almost exact replica of Geoff. 20+ years pushed on him and that’s what Charlie grew into. He even had his dad's beard, the same angles for his face and everything!

Steve finally got to see what it’d be like if his older brother had been into games.

—

Stories witnessed by chance had a place in the news cycle too.

Preston was not into gaming in the slightest. He didn’t like the noise or the sounds. Digital water gave him nausea for some odd reasons. Timed missions made him anxious. Pure Overstimulation. He preferred the company of a good book. Never once would he be found outside or behind a screen. His next-door neighbor, Marques, however, had no qualms gaming or having late nights yelling with his window open. 

Based on the position of their windows, Preston could peer right into Marques’ room. He’d see his neighbor, making countless expressions, jumping around, or yelling at the screen. Needless to say, Marques was very into gaming. They had co-existed in this way for years. No arguments or fighting. Preston was used to turn Marques into background noise. Not that it would matter to Preston much longer because in a few weeks he was out of here. 

This neighborhood. The town. Always spinning the same cycles, he read a book like that once. The point being, his graduation had come and gone, and college was coming to take him away, while Marques and all the rest had another two years to suffer.

Was it not obvious the bookish nerd, never would have known what the vintage release was? Or why Marques rushed into his room that day. Eyes up from The Last Petal Dropped novel, he watched the black teen drop his stuff and swivel in his chair. Marques happened to look over at Preston, not one of his usual moves, and gave a head nod. Preston gave a playful two finger salute then was back in his book. 

He only looked up briefly, when Marques stopped speaking. Normal curiosity. He expected to find his neighbor blowing his nose. But how wrong he was. Marques body erupted outward as if it were a dam keeping back a torrential force. However, water was not what came surging out, rather an insane muscular physique made Marques’ clothes explode and burst right off his body. The young man stood up at once, gaming chair flying back to his bed. 

Preston’s mouth dropped upon seeing the hard cock pointed directly at him.

A few months later, Preston found himself at college…rooming with Marques. Unbelievable how so much could change yet nothing at all. He waited all those years to escape town, thinking of the people he’d leave behind, but they were here too. Well, he did at the very least have a boyfriend right in his dorm. 

The news came so often that eventually, Preston got tired of answering. Their dorm door was closed until the vultures flocked somewhere else. It didn't matter to the boys though Preston could relax in his chair, while Marques played away. These days when Preston peered up from his book no muscles burst forth. They were already there, waiting to greet him.

“You’re getting that look again,” Marques said.

“What look?” Preston asked innocently.

A quick shake of his head, Marques would casually ask. “You trying to fuck?” lowering his voice for the roleplay.

Preston would set down his book. They could agree there was one thing that was a lot more fun than video games or a book.

—

Parents were blowing up stations to get their stories heard. The legal settlements were going to be insane if they ever figured out what grounds to sue on. Emotional distress was a good starter.

Mr. Delgado was never the type of man who thought about suing anyone. He was a single father and didn't bother anyone. Went to work and picked his son up from school. Same day in day out. Being on the younger side as a father, on account of his wandering dick as a teen, his way to distress was with a nice video game session. Now in his late 20’s it was more than a hobby; it was a fixed part of his schedule. His son Mauricio had even gotten enthralled in them.

When the Vintage re-release was announced, Mr. Delgado knew he was going to download it to introduce Mauricio to all the games he played as a kid. Back when he was just Luiz Delgado, coming home from school, not a care in the world. Sitting on his bed to play the latest game. He’d hoped now he could bond with his boy over how terrible or great the games were in hindsight. There were bound to be bad graphics, clunky dialogue, and yet still narratively heart wrenching dialogue.

Mr. Delgado was the one bouncing on the edge of his seat as the download happened. His son was in his own chair beside him, controller and headset ready to go.  Mr. Delgado didn’t even know if his son needed the headset for the old games, but he wanted everything to be perfect. He went to the bathroom for a second and heard scuffling back in his room. After washing his hands once he was done, strolled back in.

“Hey everything—

“It’s all good, you gonna grab your controller, man?” a man, Mr. Delgado’s age, answered back, gaming already. A man in place of where Mr. Delgado’s son should have been. Oddly enough the young man was in exactly the same outfit, Mr. Delgado had picked out his son that morning. The blue shirt, the hat, even the socks and sneakers. The only difference was the size of the body within them. Even the young man’s face was close to Mauricio’s sans baby fat, and the black undertones of facial hair above his lips. There was one more noticeable thing to that glaring difference: Hairy manspread legs leading to a visible cock print. The underwear was familiar. The cock inside of them? An intruder.

The stranger kept gaming, eyes briefly shifting to Mr. Delgado in the doorway. “Look, you can join or you can blow me if you want, just don’t make me lose this level.”

“What?” Mr. Delgado shook his head.

“Dude, roommates do these things for each other. Don’t make it a whole thing. Remember when I blew you during your Baldur’s Gate 3 Session? Your bros on discord didn’t know what the fuck was going on under that desk.” The young man smirked proudly. 

“What are you talking about, where’s Mauricio?” Mr. Delgado asked.

The guy made a face and paused his game. Pulling down the headset, “Are you feeling okay? I’m Mauricio.”

“Not you, I mean my son.” He stated. “Mauricio Delgado.”

“Son?” The guy’s eyebrows went up. “I’m Mauricio Delgado, and I can assure you big bro I’m not your son.” Then with a naughty smirk, he nodded to Luiz’s pants tenting. “Looks like you do remember me.”

“I…I,” Luiz Delgado said nothing else, staring at his cock, aroused for one thing only.

“Well, whenever you figure out, whatever roleplay you’re doing this cock will be here waiting to get drained.” Mauricio Delgado, returned back to his original gaming position. 

—

There were stories that would never be told.

Alonso was shit at every job he tried. Factory worker, fast food, even the library. Labor was his enemy since birth; his only real skill was gaming and shirking responsibility. His only real job he could manage was part-time at a tattoo shop. It made sense. He had indulged in getting a few tatts himself and completing them on others gave him the same rush as clearing a level. But he was shocked when his girl dropped her son, Paulie, off for the day. Alonso didn’t want to babysit; he wanted to spend the day gaming. However Clariece was a master word spinner, she had to be to date a man like Alonso. And he begrudgingly accepted as Paulie launched into his house, excited, already claiming the couch where his controller was.

“Thank you.” Clairece put on a sweet voice, before leaning into kiss. He walked her to the stairs then watched her go down the unit’s floor, before returning to his apartment. The moment he stepped back in, there was something off about his place. It looked like there were more things in there than before. Odd.

“Who was that?” A man in his underwear asked Alonso.

“Just your sister checking on you babe.” Alonso closed the door.

He sighed, “I wish she’d stop doing that.”

“Why, it shows she cares, Paul.” Alonso leaned back, drinking in his boyfriend's form. Paul was in nothing but his briefs and socks. Alonso’s cock responded happily. What turned him on the most about Paul, was it the beard? Their mutual love of tattoos? Or his boy’s ripped body. Regardless of the way Paul sat, his cock and ass were open for business.

And though Alonso would never know it, he had once again shirked another job.

—

Some stories the news would talk about endlessly. 

Clyde just happened to be one of those unlucky ones. He was doing a gaming stream with friends, only 5 or so people were watching. They were talking about nothing, but then the emulation of the PS2 came up. That brought a spark to the conversation, putting down the shitty graphics and terrible game quality. 

The teens joked on, but it was a random chatter who told them to give it a try.

“Yeah sure, why not,” Clyde said with one intention to drag the system through the mud. His friends were still laughing as he purchased it and a random dumb looking gaming, Vexx or some shit. 

He started the emulation.

All of his friends watched as his body began to grow. It started with a slight height climb, anything a reasonable person could dismiss. But then his clothes began to stretch and tear, as pecs pushed the seams to their further limits. His shoulder broadened to the width of a man several times his age with arms that could pop actual biceps on a moment's notice. Faint abs made their presence known as his shirt was done away with. It didn’t fall or float to the ground. It was just gone. Clyde’s bare torso was out. And his pants? No one saw those go either; they just saw a growing lump in his underwear poking forward.

Then his face was just…different, youthful one second, sprouting facial hair the next. The round smoothness chiseled down. Favorite hat was still on his head, there was no mistake, all of it was happening in real time. As his face finally came together, his large cock exploded as he came hard. Multiple shots that soaked his brief until they were see-though. Eventually his cock would fall limp but still have its grandiosity on display.

He became the first example to many of seeing what the Vintage release had done for the population. Saved online in high definition for people to see until they got tired of it.

—

As for people like Roy Madden, their stories were less public, but no less shocking. 

He had gone to the bathroom, while his younger cousin, Logan, watched the download. They were having an impromptu sleepover to celebrate the release. Roy was being nosey going through his aunt and uncle’s medicine cabinet, which is why he got back to the room late.

If Roy had bothered to even once turn on the news, he’d have seen the story, and therefore not have been shocked when he found an all-American jock had replaced Logan. Like any self-respecting gay community college freshman, all he saw first was the stacked body. Cannonball shoulders, supporting bulked arms and also juicy pecs. Then there was Roy’s controller, which now sat on the stranger’s massive cock. The face, no matter how square or defined by its new jockish nature, made it obvious who was at the helm. Logan sat, taking up the entire width of the couch, with legs twice as long and wide.

He didn’t say anything, but the look and position were obvious. He wanted Roy to come grab the controller and play with a new joystick. 

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