Brandon Twice
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What a Difference a Year Makes
🕑 Added 2021-04-02 22:48:55 +0000 UTC[6 word request: Bro returns from the military huge]
Shane hit the gym to get a quick pump before he met up with Mitchell. It had been a whole year since the two childhood friends had met up, and the last time, just before Mitchell’s football camp began, had culminated in some vodka-fueled groping that neither had any idea the other would be engaging in.
In the locker room, Shane took a look at his lean, chiseled torso. Since the injury that sidelined him from the lacrosse team, he’d lost a little size but was still a broad-shouldered sturdy-looking athlete. He ran his hands over his abs, imagining the feel of Mitchell’s fingers tracing through them. Shane absolutely regretted that the two had taken so long for them to realize their attraction to each other. He used to imagine how different things would be had they come out to each other in high school instead. Their sleepovers would have taken on an entirely different dimension.
Before hopping on the bench for some chest-filling presses, Shane dropped to the ground and did some pushups. Shoulder surgery had certainly changed his ability to lift, and he had to be extra careful not to reinjure himself. Gone were the days of loading plates on the bar until it bent just to press out three powerful reps. Still, with three plates on each side, Shane did a decent ten reps. “Looks like my strength’s not gone after all,” he said, groping his blood-bloated pecs with a smile.
Mitchell had sent Shane a text the day expressing an interest in “hanging out”--putting to rest Shane’s fears that Mitchell would have considered their one romantic episode an off occurrence, not to be spoken of again. After a whole year with no communication from his buddy (not even when Shane blew out his shoulder), he had worried about how Mitchell felt. “Wait until you see how fucking big I’ve gotten,” Mitchell had texted, along with a picture that made Shane’s jaw drop: a shot over Mitchell’s beefy shoulder of the football stud’s massive, hairy ass. Shane had never seen so much gluteal size before, and while Mitchell had always been naturally large, the glimpse of mass blew Shane’s mind as he tried to imagine what the rest of his buddy looked like.
When Mitchell opened his door, Shane’s jaw dropped. A year before they had been the same size, Shane’s lean muscular lacrosse physique and 6’3” frame only slightly eclipsed by Mitchell’s division 1 tight end mass, but Mitchell seemed to have doubled in size. Mitchell extended a massive paw and Shane’s eyes gawked at how thick his buddy’s fingers had gotten. And the beard! Mitchell had never had facial hair before, but his face was now framed by thick bushy brown hair. Shane had never been into beards before but with Mitchell standing so close he could smell it, he felt a tingling along the back of his neck and a weakness in his knees.
“I’m up over 320,” Mitchell said, gesturing at his body--now almost twice as wide as Shane--while the former lacrosse player made his best effort at hiding how much Mitchell’s size was affecting me. “When coach moved me to the offensive line, I thought I’d get crushed, but turns out if I eat like a pig and lift like a powerhouse, I just blow up like a balloon.”
Shane just blinked, nodding, his mouth dry.
“You look good too!” Mitchell added, and Shane felt himself blush. “I heard about your injury. Tough break. But you’re still ripped to shreds and diesel.” He reached out and tugged at Shane’s tank top.
The two stood there silently for a moment with tension mounting between them, but as Shane felt himself leaning forward, Mitchell interrupted: “My parents are home,” he said quietly, thumbing over his shoulder.
“Right,” Shane said nervously. “I gotta pick up my little brother at the airport anyway.”
Mitchell stroked his beard and smirked. “That little runt? What’s he been up to?”
Shane shrugged. “Joined the marines after a year of doing nothing. Let’s hope the experience made a man out of him.”
Mitchell chuckled. “Ever since he and his dad moved in with you and your mom, you were pretty much a watchdog for your little stepbrother,” he recalled. “Without big lacrosse stud brother around, he would have gotten pulverized.”
Shane blushed again, at the word “stud.” He coughed. “Well, I actually have to, uh… go…”
“Great to see you,” Mitchell said with a wink. “We’ll catch up.” He gave Shane a swat on the back with his massive hand. Shane had never felt so small in his life.
*
Percy’s flight had been delayed, so Shane sat in the parking lot running over the episode with Mitchell in his mind. His buddy was HUGE now--would he even be interested in Shane anymore? “Of course,” he said out loud. “I’m still good-looking. He’s still into me. Why else would he want to spend time with me?” That reasoning wasn’t enough, however, and Shane continued to analyze their six minutes together while he anxiously gripped the steering wheel.
A massive thud against the back of Shane’s car stirred him from his frenzy. “The fuck--?” Shane began, ready to curse out whoever was banging on his car, but his voice caught in his throat when he saw a monster of a man, so bloated with absurd muscles he looked inhuman, standing behind him. Sheepishly, Shane swallowed back his expletives, but the beast slapped the car again.
“Yo, big bro, open the damned trunk!” the brute said, slinging a relatively small duffel bag up over his shoulder.
It took a few minutes for Shane to process what was going on: he searched the monster’s face for a sign of recognition and found, somewhere in his blocky head and his sharp angular features, the remnants of his little stepbrother’s face. As impossible as it seemed, Percy, who had been about 160 pounds before leaving for boot camp, had grown into what looked like a blown out anatomy chart.
Shane was speechless as Percy tried to squeeze his massive body into the passenger seat. His bulky arm hung nearly into Shane’s lap when he finally got the door closed. “Yo, big bro,” Percy said in a voice half an octave lower than what Shane had remembered. “Step on it. I feel like I’m gonna explode out of this tiny car any second now.” The car now tilted toward the right so dramatically Shane worried about keeping all four wheels on the ground.
As Shane drove, Percy rattled off what he’d been up to: top secret training and involvement in a next level program to produce the next super soldier. “Of course,” Percy said, scratching his massive shelf of a chest, “I can’t tell you more about it. And if you don’t keep that to yourself, I’ll have to squash you like a bug.” To illustrate the point, Percy clapped his vein-dissected hands together, making Shane jump. Percy chuckled and gazed out the window.
As Shane drove, he did his best to focus on the road, but sweat was pouring down his back. He kept glancing down at the veins running across Percy’s forearms--which were bigger than Shane’s legs. The massive 19-year-old seemed to be nothing but veiny muscles filling out shrink-wrapped skin. The slightest movement from the behemoth made his overblown muscle fibers bunch and twitch. Shane knew Percy couldn’t help it, but every absentminded flex seemed to rub into the older brother exactly how much their positions had changed.
“How you been?” Percy asked. “I heard you got sidelined. Too fucking bad. You used to be a monster.”
“Used to be” stung, but Percy broke into a story about how uncomfortable the plane had been and how the flight attendants were fawning all over me. “It’s funny,” Percy said, “back when I was a little runt, nobody gave me the time of day. But all this beef… you’d be surprised the effect my size has on people. Men, women, straight, gay… everybody gets hot and bothered when big Percy shows up.” He ran his fingers through his crew cut, then licked his pinky and smashed it into Shane’s ear. He groaned and tried in vain to escape the contact, his ear ringing when the fat, spit-moistened digit pulled away.
Shane’s car creaked as Percy got out of it. The display of back musculature rippling through Percy’s skin-tight t-shirt had Shane spellbound. What Percy had said, in his case, was absolutely true, and somewhere deep down Shane knew that being dwarfed by Mitchell and now Percy was having an affect on him. Seeing at his full height was even more shocking: he had to be nearly 6’7” tall now! The massive amounts of muscle were one thing; how could he have grown almost a whole foot in a year?
“Now that we’re home, I need to get in a lift and about ten pounds of steak,” Percy barked, clearly a command.
“I-I already went to the gym today,” Shane replied meekly.
Percy eyed him up and down before snorting. “Trust me big bro, you could use the extra session.” He chuckled and slapped Shane on the back, nearly leveling the former lacrosse star. “And we’ll be taking dad’s truck. I can’t fit in your tiny little shitbox so I’ll ride in the truck bed.” He shrugged his massive shoulders, each swollen delt nearly the size of Shane’s head. “It’s not easy getting around at this size.”
At the gym, a small entourage trailed the two around. Each time Shane would stack plates on a machine, Percy would throw on a couple more. Shane was too intimidated by the brute to protest, and Percy’s derisive comments as Shane struggled on his third rep started to weigh heavily on Shane’s psyche. Meanwhile, after Percy had each machine loaded to capacity, he would ask two of the larger bodybuilders to hop on top. With eighteen plates on a leg press and two three-hundred pound men, Percy pressed out twenty reps with ease. Shane couldn’t understand; could human beings even BE this huge?
Later, as they headed to the locker room (Percy stooping and turning sideways to squeeze through the door, Shane decided he wouldn’t be changing in front of his big bro. Percy whistled at the few stragglers in the locker room, ordering them out. They left without a word. Shane couldn’t believe how everyone just did what Percy said, trying to remember the whiny shrimp Percy used to be, begging people to quit giving him wedgies. Shane quietly prayed Percy would remember all the times he defended the younger man from getting pummeled.
As Percy stripped off his sweat-soaked clothes, Shane did his best to stare at the opposite wall. “Oh, I’ve got something for you,” Percy said, digging something out of his bag. “This shirt and these boxers are too fucking small for me. They’re all yours, big bro.” He tossed the articles of clothing at Shane so hard they nearly knocked him over. He held the tank top against his torso, humiliated by how baggy it looked on a frame that, that morning, he had felt was large and muscular. The boxers were far too large as well. Percy couldn’t help but noticed the stretched fabric in the front.
“You can look if you want,” Percy growled. Shane felt his face burning as he continued to stare at the wall. “C’mon, big bro, don’t act like you’re not completely into the new super-sized Percy.” Shane squeezed his lips together, afraid he might accidentally blurt out how attracted he was to his step-brother.
“Y’know, I brought you a gift,” Percy said. Shane turned his head, grateful the younger man wasn’t naked. Still, the massive bulge in Percy’s boxers hammered home to Shane just how much more of a man his little stepbrother had become. Try as he might, his gaze kept dropping to that packed basket, those massive balls and a dick so big Shane wondered what it would feel like. He immediately pushed that thought out of his brain.
“Y-you got me something?” Shane stammered, eager for any conversation to keep his mind off his brother’s hulking body and his massive cock and balls.
“Yeah,” Percy said. “I figured, since your injury and all, you might be a little upset to see how much size I’d put on, so… I got you something that’ll help you make gains of your own. But you gotta close your eyes.”
Shane shivered as Percy approached with his huge arms behind his back, his two melon-sized pecs jutting forward with gumdrop nipples poking through his skin-tight t-shirt. “W-what is it?” Shane said weakly.
“Eyes. Closed.” Percy ordered. Shane did as he was told, wondering if his brother was going to shoot him up with some sort of illicit substance, some military-grade performance enhancement that would swell Shane to mammoth proportions. He gasped when he felt Percy’s huge hands yanking down his shorts. Percy grabbed Shane’s junk in one hand; the former lacrosse player moaned despite himself.
This is it, Shane thought. He’s going to fuck me. He was anxious but not afraid. But instead, he felt something cold and metal slip onto his dick. He heard a click and a jingle of keys. His eyes snapped open and he stared at his dick, now locked in a metallic protector. He grabbed at it, wincing as he tried to pull it off.
“It won’t come off without these,” Percy said, jingling the keys in front of Shane’s face. “And you don’t get these until you put on fifty more pounds.”
“Percy, you can’t--”
Percy’s palm hit Shane so suddenly that the older brother saw stars. He clasped his hand to his face, not sure if he could withstand another hit with that inhtensity.
“I was worried you’d have a problem with the new pecking order,” Percy said. “Big brother has a new role to learn about. From now on, you work for me. You make my meals, you drive me around, you satisfy all of my needs. Every. Single. One.”
Shane blinked at the last emphasis, knowing exactly what Percy meant.
“And I think a great way to get you into the mood for your new role,” Percy said, thumbing at the showers, “is for you to lather up this big body of mine. You’d be amazed at my flexibility at this size, but there’s still a bunch of spots I can’t reach.”
Shane followed the bounding brute toward the showers, feeling his breath catch as Percy shed each article of clothing once again. Never had he felt more insignificant than staring up at Percy’s massive back, lathering up body wash on his hands as he attempted to get his titanic stepbrother soaped up.
“That’s a good man,” Percy said as Shane’s fingers traced the hyperdeveloped muscles, digging between the deep vascular abs and slipping into the deep, hairless muscle pits. “Your hands are as small as the rest of you, so you’re going to need to try a little harder. I’m getting impatient.” By the time he got to Percy’s front, the thick cock was rock hard and pointing upward. It was almost as thick as Shane’s arm. Shane prayed his brother wouldn’t force him to get him off then; he was too overwhelmed and that step seemed too far. Luckily, Percy didn’t draw any attention to his own cock, save one time when he twitched his hips, slapping Shane across the face with his massive cock. Shane stood there shocked as Percy roared with laughter.
Back at home, Shane’s heart sank when he realized his parents weren’t home. He’d hoped they would be a buffer between him and his massive brother. As soon as they walked in the door, Shane hustled for the safety of his room. He knew Percy intended to make him his slave, and if the monstrous man gave an order, there was nothing Shane could do to resist him.
In his room, he examined the metal protector, trying to find someway to unlatch it. He considered trying to pick the lock, but the smooth metal didn’t seem to want to budge. Was he really going to stay locked up like this until Percy said differently?
“Knock knock,” said a voice. Shane jumped and pulled up his shorts, whirling around to see Mitchell standing in his room. After all he’d gone through that day, he’d forgotten about Mitchell entirely!
“What are you doing?” Mitchell asked with a lilting tone, bouncing his eyebrows. “I noticed your parents aren’t home,” he said, his eyes falling to Shane’s groin.
“My stepbrother is…”
“Oh yeah? Well, we’ll have to be quiet then.” Mitchell kicked the door shut behind him and scooped Shane up in his grizzly bear arms.
“Jesus,” Shane groaned, overwhelmed by the ease with with Mitchell hoisted him up.
“Don’t worry, I know you’re injured,” Mitchell purred, throwing Shane back on the bed. “I’ll be as gentle as I can be…” He pulled Shane into a kiss and the two searched each other’s bodies with desperate hands, hungry for as much contact as they could get to make up for their year apart.
“You ready to fuck this big ass?” Mitchell said with a smoldering expression. Shane couldn’t believe how forward Mitchell had become; the year before, even as 21 year old men they’d each been so shy with each other, but now the enormous lineman was throwing out all the intensity of a power bottom.
“Oh god, yes,” Shane said, staring into Mitchell’s eyes--until he remembered his locked cock. Mitchell’s hands yanked down Shane’s shorts before he could stop him, his brown eyes going wide at what he found there.
“Wait… is this, like… a chastity device?” Mitchell asked, shocked.
Shane closed his eyes and shook his head. How was he going to explain what was going on?
“It’s just a little motivational tool to help him break his plateau,” boomed a voice from the door. The two men turned from Shane’s bed to see Percy lumbering in wearing only a jockstrap.
“Ho-lee… shit…” Mitchell said, turning fully away from Shane to feast his eyes on the nearly four-hundred pounds of rock-solid muscle before him. The ground shook as Percy approached. He was entirely hairless, shiny as marble, every part of him rippling. His gigantic pecs rose and fell with each breath. Shane couldn’t believe how small Mitchell suddenly seemed with Percy’s wall of muscle as a backdrop.
“Had no idea you guys got on like this,” Percy said, crossing his arms. “You really let my puny stepbrother top you?” he said to Mitchell, who looked at Shane, then back at the beast, but couldn’t form a word.
“Fuck, that little protector on Shane’s dick is going to really fuck up you guys’ summer, isn’t it?” Percy said, reaching out and giving Shane’s locked-up dick a nudge. “It’d be a shame to let all that football player ass go to waste. The size looks good on you, by the way, Mitchell.”
To Shane’s surprise, Mitchell actually turned away, cautiously approaching Percy’s massive form. He reached out and poked it as if he couldn’t believe it was real. In a remarkably swift move, Percy snatched Mitchell up like a teddy bear and held him against his pecs, shoving the bulky lineman’s face into the deep crevice between them before letting gravity slowly drag him back down to the floor.
“Brothers gotta share,” Percy said with a wink, and Shane yelped as he felt his cock struggling against its new cage. He couldn’t believe how much this was turning him on. As furious as he was, he had never been so aroused in his life as he was as he watched Percy flip Mitchell over on the bed.
The big lineman arched his back and presented his oversized rear end for Percy’s approval. Mitchell moaned as a huge tongue dug deep into his hole. Mitchell squirmed and pounded against the bed as Percy licked away, glancing over the big caboose every so often to wink at Shane again.
Shane’s hand, frustrated by the urge to jerk a cock he couldn’t touch, slowly slid behind him, a finger drawing a circle in his asscrack. Mitchell turned to him, his face overwhelmed with sensations as Percy replaced his tongue with a fat middle finger. Mitchell’s thick body squirmed, his big arms and legs flailing as Percy worked to loosen up the lineman with his finger. Above the football player, Percy’s cock had risen to full height, bursting out over the top of the jockstrap and starting to drool out precum all over Mitchell’s back.
“Kiss him while I fuck him,” Percy said, and Shane did just that, grinding his locked up manhood against the bed as he watched his enormous stepbrother burying a huge cock in his love’s big ass over and over and over again.
