Little Bro, Big Bro
Charlie never knew what hit him. One blast of the BroMaker 3000 in the centre of his chest was all it took to transform him from my nerdy little bro into a jacked stud worthy of hanging out with me at the beach.
It was strange to watch the changes envelop his body as he waded out of the water. The baggy board shorts were first to go, shrinking into a pair of ass hugging black speedos as his scrawny butt inflated into a set of squat toned globes that were a testament to hours lifting with me and my bros at the gym. The changes quickly moved up his body as he packed on firm muscle, his shoulders rounding out into perfect boulders while his stick like arms swelled into perfect guns, tattoos blooming on the golden tan skin of his arms chest.
As usual, the BroMaker completed the look with a flourish, in this case, a neat beard complementing his now perfectly styled hair, leaving Charlie remodelled as the perfect jock bro to be my wingman.
As 'Chuck' adjusted to his new, beefy body, I admired my work and wondered whether I'd been as nerdy as Charlie before my bud Chad had used the BroMaker on me? I didn't think about it for long though.
Explaining the BroMaker to Chuck and how it was now his turn to use it on a nerd in need of a better life could wait until later. I settled back on the sun lounger, took a pull on my beer and smiled to myself as Chuck effortlessly tossed a football to Chad, the taut muscles of his arms rippling as he launched the ball with practiced ease as if he'd been doing it all his life!
