Brandon Twice
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Meat Obeys Its Master (Part 2)
🕑 Added 2022-11-29 07:28:29 +0000 UTC[muscle theft]
Kraig sat on a nearby bench and sipped from a water bottle as Perry did another set of ass-to-ankles squats with 315 pounds stacked on the bar. Kraig kept Perry’s lips pressed together, so he could only whimper and puff out breaths through pursed lips as his body went through the rigors of gut-busting exercise. Kraig just chuckled: “28… 29… 30!” He made Perry slam the bar back on the rack before allowing him to collapse to the ground.
Sweat pooled around Perry’s massive body, his huge chest rising and falling with desperation. “Oh, don’t think you’re done,” Kraig said with a snicker. “I know you can do another set… because I could have done another set. And it won’t be easy, of course, but you’ll still do it. That’s how big guys get big, motherfucker!”
Perry was shaking as his body rose up, under Kraig’s command, and got under the bar again. Tears mixed with his sweat as he grunted through another 30 reps. “It’s fascinating,” Kraig said. “I can’t feel your fatigue at all, but I can still control all that muscle. Pretty sure I could make you press weight until your tendons snapped or your bones broke. I wonder if I could make you lift a thousand pounds over your head? Think it would crush you? Or would your arms rip out of their sockets? Maybe we’ll find out.”
When Perry was finished Kraig allowed him to speak: “OH god, PLEASE, no more… I’m so sorry for trying to… to steal your… muscles! Please don’t make me lift anymore… I just… oh, god, my whole body hurts…”
“It’s GOOD hurt,” Kraig said as he summoned Perry to his side and made him kneel. Kraig climbed up on Perry’s huge shoulders, straddling his neck. Then the big man rose, like his steed, and headed toward the locker rooms again. “Trust me, big fella, I know what hurt is. It’s how I built my body as huge as I did. But that’s not all, buddy. You think all I had going for me was hard work and genetics? Because I think you’re missing out on a major factor of bodybuilding.” Back in the locker room, Kraig dismounted, making Perry fetch his duffel bag as he regarded his scrawny limbs in the mirror.
“Fuck,” he said. “Looks like I may get a hernia lifting the toilet seat,” he said, pinching the skin on his boney limbs. “Fucking NOTHING on this chest. You know I used to be so big some people couldn’t hug me? Now look…” He chuckled as his arms almost went around his torso twice. “Fuck. I should be a contortionist now… or a ballerina.” He lifted a slender leg, impressed at his flexibility now.
“What… what are you making me do?” Big Perry shrieked as he found himself opening up a small locked case. Perry’s eyes went wide as his hands started loading syringes from small glass ampoules.
“TREN, baby,” Kraig said, clapping his hands together. “We’re really gonna give you the EXPERIENCE of being a big fucking muscle mule. It’s what you wanted, right? Load that syringe up!”
Perry stared at 2 CCs of the oily substance in the chamber before he found himself swabbing his bulging glute. “I-is this… a lot?” he asked as his hands jabbed the syringe into his bulbous buttocks. He gasped.
“Oh, you’re fucking 300 pounds,” Kraig tittered. “Don’t be such a big fucking baby!” Perry’s thumb pressed, emptying the needle’s contents in him. “YEAH, baby. Gonna get you HUGE!”
“I’m so… so tired…” Perry whimpered as, against his will, he lifted Kraig and fireman-carried him out the door with the duffel bag slung over his bag. “Please, just let me rest…”
“Fuck no,” Kraig said. They passed by the photographer who was supposed to be helping Kraig further his career–a major loss, but nowhere near as important as the lesson he had to teach this muscle thief. Everyone stared as the two crossed the gym floor, finally walking out the door. Kraig tossed his keys to Perry, who caught them.
“I don’t even know which car is yours!” Perry protested, but it didn’t matter. His body still walked to a truck, unlocked the door, gently set Kraig in the passenger’s seat, then started the engine.
“That’s the beauty of this relationship,” Kraig said, nodding confidently. “You don’t need to do a THING! Because I’M in charge, baby.”
“Where are we going?”
“Grocery store!”
At the grocery store, PErry held Kraig like he was supporting a baby on his arm as he stomped loudly through the store. Kraig made him shove a man aside.
“I’m so sorry!” Perry said as the smaller man went flying. “I can’t stop!”
“Sorry, man!” Kraig yelled to the stunned guy on the ground. “My buddy here thinks he’s better than you because he’s so big!”
“Stop it!” Perry plead, but they finally stopped at rows of nutritional supplements.
“Grab the weight gainer,” Kraig ordered, and Perry did as he was told. “The bottom one is good but cheap. It’ll give you nasty farts, but that’s all part of bodybuilding.” With the large plastic tub of “MEGABULK 5000” in hand, they marched to the dairy aisle. “Now just pour the milk in the weight gainer jug.”
“Sh-shouldn’t I wait until I’ve bought it first?” Perry said as his huge arms rippled, shaking the tub of weight gainer mixed with whole milk.
“Just chug it all,” Kraig said. Perry couldn’t stop himself from chugging the thick mixture down. He breathed through his nose as the viscous solution poured down his throat. He gurgled, but swallowed it all. His thick eight-pack abs bowed out. When he was finished, he had what looked like a pregnancy gut rippling with chiseled muscles.
“You can’t have all that muscle without showing it off!” Kraig laughed. Perry set the plastic container aside and thundered toward the cooking oil aisle.
“What? No, not here!” he begged as he found himself stripping down. He grabbed two containers of oil and dumped them down his nude, hulking torso, rubbing it in as he flexed.
“I’m so sorry, I’m not in control!” Perry shouted as Kraig made him grab a shopping cart from a young couple. He easily lifted it overhead, dumping out its contents, before flipping it upside down and hopping on top of it.
“Attention shoppers!” Kraig said, clapping his hands. “My friend here is so roided out he can’t help himself! Come look at his big stupid muscles while he dances for you! It’s okay if you think he looks dumb. Tell him that!”
Moments later, a small crowd had gathered as Perry, so hefty with dense muscle that the shopping card was starting to collapse under his weight, gyrated his pumped-up body while flexing his hips, fully nude. The fluorescent lights reflected off his dripping, oily body as he bounced his muscles, making his little dick flop up and down.
“So inappropriate!” Kraig said as police arrived. Perry opened his mouth to protest, but Kraig ordered it shut. He could only whimper and moan as police cuffed him, leading the freakish muscle bull out, his face burning with shame.
An hour later, Kraig picked him up from the police station. Perry was still muzzled, but he seemed truly humiliated by his experience. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t do it again, officers!” Kraig said as Perry approached the car, head held low.
“Yeah, tell your big fucking donkey there to go easy on the roids!” The sheriff said as the other officers chuckled. “His dick’s shrunk to itty-bitty!”
On the ride home (Perry driving once again), Kraig gave Perry’s face an affectionate slap. “See, you’re going to have to pay me back for that bail money. You have any idea how we’re gonna do that?”
He freed Perry’s ability to speak. “I’m sorry, I’ll… I’ll give you the formula! You can have your muscles back, just please… please stop torturing me!”
“This isn’t torture,” Kraig said, rubbing his skinny hands together. “This is training. You wanted to be a big huge bodybuilder. I’m showing you what it takes!”
“I’m so so so sorry… I never should have done this. I know that now! I learned my lesson! Please, just take your muscles back–”
“FUCK no, bitch,” Kraig said. “You cost me a very important photo shoot today. You owe me a debt, and I know exactly how I’m going to collect it.”
*
Kraig was sure to turn on the webcam before feeding Perry his meals. His fans loved it when he strapped the big funnel to the mass-monster’s face and poured in the thick protein-and-carb paste. It was nearly flavorless and had the texture of papier-mache, but it was packed with calories for helping Perry blow up even bigger.
It had been three months since the fateful day when Perry had stolen Kraig’s muscles. Since then, Kraig had made training and feeding Perry his full-time job. Kraig woke Perry up every morning, brought him to the gym for heavy deadlifts, then brought him home for several feedings before a mid-day training session. Then back home for cam-shows (flexing, eating food on all fours like an animal, or dancing around in a pink tutu barely big enough to stretch around his mammoth ass), more feedings, and an evening training session again. Perry had no choice but to go along with the grueling routine. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was actually getting used to it.
Perry’s already huge body had nearly grown into a cube of dense meat. His mobility was hindered by his mass, and would have been limited even moreso if Kraig hadn’t forced so much stretching and yoga on him. (Kraig could force Perry to stretch beyond what he believed his body was capable of, resulting in some crazy contortion with a 400 pound meat-balloon of a man, but also allowed Perry to be more flexible than a guy whose traps had nearly fused to the side of his head).
Daily, Kraig broadcast Perry’s pinnings. He had Perry on massive amounts of growth hormones as well as sensational cycles that made Perry’s already enhanced strength skyrocket while adding dense mass to his physique. While he was far bigger than when he’d first stolen the size, much of that additional mass was water weight from the steroids. Though he was a bulging knot of muscle, he had considerable bitch tits from all the gear. His nipples were large and puffy, standing off his already cartoonishly broad pectoral muscle like a fat gumdrop.
His roidgut had grown so thick and round that he could no longer reach his own navel. In truth, without Kraig, Perry would have been unable to properly wash. Most of his body was beyond the reach of his enormous, nearly inflexible arms. Since he’d outgrown even Kraig’s largest wardrobe, he spent most of the time nude, although Kraig had fashioned a loincloth from several pink and purple posing trunks snipped and sewn together, just enough to cover his even smaller dick and balls.
“You know,” Kraig said as Perry gulped down the last of his fourth meal of the day, “I did some math, added up how much money you’ve made us these past few months from all your shows… and I think that, after expenses, you’ve repaid your debt to me.”
Perry squealed through the funnel strapped to his face, delighted by the news. Kraig (who had remained slender, unable to put on any weight due to the formula Perry had used to rob him) made Perry kneel over so the funnel could be removed. Then, he produced a small container of the ointment that had been spread on his deodorant the day he’d been forcibly downsized.
Perry raised his arms as Kraig, wearing gloves, smeared the ointment deeply into his pits. “Now, I guess,” Kraig said, flicking one of Perry’s puffy nipples and jiggling his little titty-growth, “we wait until the formula kicks in. Then, if I’m reading your notes correctly… the person closest to you can steal the muscle back, right?”
Perry nodded, his face finally relaxing after months of wearing a clenched expression. Little Kraig waited, switched on the webcam, then reached out to touch Perry’s quivering bicep. The transfer happened quickly, with Perry letting out a roar as his muscles melted away, his body compressing as Kraig’s blew outward.
“Fuck yeah… yeah… YEAH!” Kraig said as his body grew up and out. His clothes were destroyed nearly instantly as his body regained its original proportions and then some. He flexed his arms with a chuckle, marveling at his newfound size. “Fuck!” he said as he waddled across the room, his legs now much harder to move around each other than ever before. He stepped on the scale he usually used for Perry. “HELL yeah! 350!” Kraig said. He went to clap his hands, but the broad expanse of pecs got in the way.
“And did we learn our lesson?” Kraig said, switching off the camera. Perry was on the floor, now looking like a porky troll. Kraig had only stolen the muscles; the water-weight, layers of bulk and bitch tits had remained, making Perry look like a little sumo wrestler.
“You… you can’t control me anymore!” Perry said, balling up his fists. He rose up and swung at Kraig, who easily caught the fist and swatted it aside.
“Puh-lease,” Kraig said. “Get the fuck out of my house,” he said. Perry didn’t move. Kraig stomped a huge leg down and hit a mind-blowing most-muscular flex, roaring, “FUCKING LEAVE, FATBOY!”
Perry scurried toward the door, sobbing. “You can’t just do that to me,” he said, holding the tin of ointment in his hand. “You think I won’t do this to you again?” he called over his shoulder as he hobbled away.
“Try it, tubby,” Kraig said, grabbing his chest with his huge hands, savoring the feeling of being the biggest man around again. “I’d love to blow you up with muscle again, then steal it back. Next time, we’ll make you 600 pounds. Think you have it in you?”
Perry shot him a middle-finger, then hopped into a cab. He looked ridiculous, and crazy, in his loin cloth, and where exactly did he plan on going? He’d been missing for three months. “You know,” Kraig said with a smirk, “I can’t WAIT to run into Lars again… but maybe I should have Perry run into Lars first? Lars would make SUCH a cute little guy…”
