Brandon Twice
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Tyler's Breakthrough Role
🕑 Added 2020-07-08 01:40:52 +0000 UTC[6 word request: Actor given steroids for special role]
The guy at the front desk at Global Gym just waved Tyler and his boyfriend Mike by without even asking to see their membership cards. Tyler shrugged as they passed. “That’s star power for you, right?” Ever since he’d scored the title role in the live action Prime movie, people were treating him differently. This movie was going to be the one that made Tyler a massive star!
Mike shrugged as they headed to the locker room. The crowds of bulky powerlifters and shredded, bulging bodybuilders parted as the two passed. “I dunno, babe, I think it’s because… of how, y’know… huge you’ve gotten.”
Tyler smiled at his boyfriend, putting a hand on his shoulder. Mike flinched at first, then leaned into the contact. “It’s okay,” Tyler said, patting Mike on the back. “My agent said it’s fine to go public with our relationship. I test way better when I’ve got a hot guy on my arm, apparently.”
“I bet it humanizes you,” Mike said, low enough that Tyler wondered if he hadn’t actually meant to say it out loud. Tyler reached for his boyfriend’s hand again and Mike flinched away. Things had been like this for a month now, and Tyler had been so swept up in the hubbub of this major movie project that he hadn’t felt he ever had enough time to have the long drawn-out discussion with his boyfriend about exactly what it was that had gone awry.
“When the movie’s over,” Tyler kept telling himself, “we’ll go away somewhere our problems can’t follow--remind him just what it’s like when it’s just the two of us.” He ached as he watched Mike peel of his sweatshirt, realizing it had been weeks since Mike hadn’t dodged a simple kiss from Tyler. Was the anticipation of the blockbuster movie impacting Tyler’s career to blame? Was it fear of losing him to stardom?
Tyler peeled off his jacket and took a look at his body in the mirror. The tank top he wore--size large--was stretched to capacity. He turned around, surveying his newfound bulk in the mirror. He made his pecs bounce--he had never been able to do that before! He ran his hands over his abs, blown away that they were so thick and pronounced that he could do that. By his estimation he had gained about twenty pounds of muscle in the past six weeks. He turned around and smiled to see that his ass and thighs had thickened as well. He could say goodbye to all of his prettyboy roles after this movie was over--and hello to playing athletes and superheroes.
Behind him he heard Mike sigh. Tyler turned around, now irritated with his lover. “What’s the problem, babe?” Mike just shook his head. Tyler crossed his arms. “Look, you’re not even being shy about your little displays of disapproval lately. If you’ve got an issue… speak up. I’m right here.”
Two other gym-goers took a look at the brewing altercation between the two gay men. Mike shrank from their gaze in embarrassment but Tyler pushed the envelope.
“I’m not kidding. I’m not leaving this locker room until you speak up. You’re not happy. What’s wrong?”
“LOOK AT YOU!” Mike said, leaping from the locker room bench. He looked Tyler’s body up and down with a sneer. “You and that goddamned mirror! I don’t even recognize you anymore!”
Tyler shook his head. “Babe, seriously, is this what’s bothering you?” he said, gesturing to his recently developed body. “Hon, you know it’s just for a movie role. It’s not that big a deal. A lot of guys put on size for--”
“This is beyond anything I’ve ever seen before!” Mike shouted. “You’re getting so big so fast. I barely even recognize you anymore. I see you and you’re just this big… rhinoceros!”
Tyler rolled his eyes. “Are you kidding me? ‘Rhinocerous’? Dramatic much? I’ve gone up a couple shirt sizes…”
“You look like three men smushed together!” Mike shouted. “It’s absurd and it’s gross, and you’re so goddamned pleased with it… can’t take your eyes off yourself…”
Tyler shook his head. Twenty pounds of muscle--albeit in a short period of time--and Mike was acting like this. “Wow,” he said, shaking his head. “‘Gross’? I guess I’m glad to know how you feel.”
“I just can’t deal with this,” Mike said, shaking his head. “I’m sorry. You’re just not the person I used to know…”
“My body is that important to you?” Tyler scoffed, hiding from his hurt feelings in the moral superiority of the moment. “I put on a little muscle and all of a sudden you can’t see me anymore? If me being… thin… is such an important part of my personality… maybe you’d better go lift with someone else.”
Mike’s jaw hung open. “Just the fact that you think THIS… is a ‘little muscle’ is just…” He turned and left the room.
Tyler bit his lower lip, fighting back tears. Dillon, his agent, had said this role would change things for him--in both good and bad ways--but he hadn’t expected to lose Mike like this. But things changed when he started to put on size. He was about 150 when he had started training and bulking for this part. He and Mike had been too beautiful twinks, hopelessly in love. He maybe weighed 170 now. Imagine, Tyler thought, what Mike will do when he hits 180! Or, if it were even possible--200 pounds!
As he headed out to the gym floor, he wondered if any of those gigantic bodybuilding beasts ever had to deal with their lovers bailing on them because they started to get big. If Tyler’s beefier body--which still wasn’t even as big as Hemsworth as Thor--was enough to drive away a guy like Mike, he couldn’t imagine what effect some of these buffalo-sized monsters’ muscle-packed bodies had on the faint of heart.
Part of him wanted to get big enough to gross guys like Mike out. His dick jumped at the thought. “Not me, though,” he thought as he headed toward the squat racks. “Not with my genetics.” He would settle for being Thor-sized, or maybe a little bigger.
He paused at the rows of power racks; all of them were occupied, and as he approached, nearly every sweaty, pumped bodybuilder turned to stare at him. He flashed a smile as he walked by. “Guess it’s everybody’s leg day,” he thought.
“You can work in with us!” said a couple well-built marines. He eyed the weight on the bar--they were squatting over 400 pounds! Then he eyed their short, thick bodies. Damn, their asses were huge--their legs so wide they had to swing them around each other just to walk! These two men--one blonde, one shaven-headed--had been lifting for years, evident in their neckless bulging physiques.
“I dunno, guys,” Tyler said, thumbing at the plates on the bar. “That’s not exactly the kind of weight I’m lifting.”
The shorter bald marine hopped up to the rack. “No sweat, bud!” He started stripping plates. Tyler smiled. He introduced himself as Todd. The blonde, as tall as Tyler but twice as thick, was Miles. They looked like they guzzled gallons of gainer shakes with a growth hormone shaker! Tyler looked around for Mike, hoping he would catch a glimpse of Tyler lifting with some REAL musclebeasts.
“I’ll spot,” Miles said as Tyler stepped under the rack.
“We’ll take turns,” Todd said.
Miles pulled up tightly behind Tyler as he squatted, wrapping his thick arms around his waist. Tyler did 20 reps, barely breaking a sweat, with the 135 on the bar. When he racked the weight again, a crowd had formed.
“That was fucking impressive,” Miles said, wiping his brow. How had he broken a sweat just spotting me? Tyler wondered.
“Do you guys recognize me?” Tyler asked as he tried to ignore the audience he was attracting.
“No way!” Todd said. “And I know, like, every bodybuilder, so I’m blown away that I’ve never seen you before.”
Tyler smiled. “I’m flattered, but I’m an actor. I’ve put on a little size since my last role though…”
“Who’d you play?” Miles said, adjusting his junk. “The fucking Hulk? Or his bigger friend?”
Tyler smiled. Gym culture was so confusing to him: were these guys flirting with him or were they just star-struck? He spotted each of them as they did their sets--not even sure if he was doing it right, and not certain he could even support them if anything happened--then got underneath the bar to squat 225.
Those in the crowd around him had cameras out. The attention was nice but this could get out of control quickly. Maybe, he thought, it was time to switch gyms. Todd wrapped himself around Tyler this time as the actor pumped out 15 solid reps. As he reracked the weight he heard murmuring from the onlookers.
“Holy shit!”
“He did that like it was nothing!”
“Fucking beast, man--fucking beast!”
Tyler actually blushed in spite of himself.
*
Dillon answered on the first ring. “What’s up big man? How’s the training going?”
Tyler sighed. “Not great actually. Or maybe too good. Mike and I might be done, I think.” Tyler was at Pump, a dark bar in the gay part of town. He liked Pump because he could hide in the shadowy corner and avoid starfuckers while effectively cruising dudes. He saw a pretty ginger guy walk by with no shirt on. Tyler’s eyes stuck to him.
“Well, you’re going to have a parade of guys lining up for you soon,” Dillon reassured him. “Where are you?”
“Uh, the library,” Tyler lied. The bartender pointed at Tyler’s empty glass and the actor gave a thumbs up.
“Liar. Careful whoring yourself around, big man. Remember your career.”
“I’ll make sure to get payment up front,” Tyler joked. He expected a laugh, but the man on the other end was silent. “Still want me to stop by tomorrow to check-in?”
“8 am sharp,” Dillon said. “Don’t be late.”
“You know, can’t you just come to my house or something?” Tyler asked. “Or do it over the phone? I mean, it’s all the way across town…”
“Work with me Tyler,” Dillon said.
And with that, the fight just died in Tyler. It wasn’t worth arguing anyway. Dillon did so much for him, he could deal with a little time in an Uber. As Tyler hung up, he noticed a massive black man sitting down next to him--so big Tyler was surprised the seat didn’t snap under his enormous ass.
“What are you doing hiding away over here for?” the man said, reaching a thick finger up and gently brushing the underside of Tyler’s chin. The star smiled and blushed. This guy made Miles and Todd look small! He’d never seen someone this size outside of magazines--and in person, the effect was overwhelming. How do you talk to a guy so huge you can barely see all of him at once?
“I, uh…” Tyler chuckled at himself--it was like his brain wouldn’t work as long as he was taking in the man’s huge, veiny biceps or the pecs that looked like watermelons. God, his body was so wide it looked like he couldn’t fit it through doors! The leather vest the man wore showed off so much of his torso--its scent mixing nicely with the musk of the man’s lightly sweaty body--that Tyler thought it was even more titillating than if he’d been shirtless.
“Are you, a--uh--bodybuilder?” Tyler stammered. Guys like this never talked to him. He’d never even been interested in one before--but he was so fascinated by the huge mass of beautiful flesh next to him that he couldn’t help but see where this situation was going.
“Let me save you some time,” he said, flicking his tongue at Tyler. “I hate small talk as much as I hate small guys. Most of the little shrimps here do a few curls and then strip off their shirts like it means something. Guys like us, though--we’re a whole different class.”
“I don’t know if I’m in the same class as you,” Tyler blurted out.
“That’s for damn sure,” he man said, reaching out to squeeze Tyler’s arm. He moaned softly as he appraised the muscle; Tyler flexed for him. “I’m Ray.”
“Tyler.”
“So let’s get the fuck out of here.”
Maybe it was the fact that he’d been dumped earlier. Maybe it was the idea that a guy like Ray would have repulsed Mike. Maybe all the testosterone floating around his newly broadened body was starting to fuck with his thoughts. But he rose to his feet as Ray grabbed his hand and led him from the bar.
The Uber driver’s eyes went wide as they got in the car. “Holy shit!” he said as they climbed in. With Ray filling up most of the back seat, it seemed a little cramped. Tyler was fascinated by the man’s size--how did he buy clothes? How often was his size a hindrance?
Ray flexed his arms for the driver and, swept up in the moment, Tyler did the same.
“Jesus Christ!” the driver said. “You guys do that again I’m gonna crash the car! I dunno if there’s a weight limit but you guys have got to be getting pretty close to it…”
Ray hands wandered all over Tyler’s frame without concern that the driver could see them. Tyler just put his hands behind his head and let the massive bull explore him. He felt like a little toy in the larger man’s grip. He couldn’t wait to turn the tables. Maybe back at his place Ray would let him worship his body. The idea of getting up close to all that muscle, to see what an arm the size of a leg felt like in his hands or under his tongue, or what kind of unique crevices all that bulk could create… would Ray let him fuck his armpit? His pec cleavage? His flexed thigh? Tyler had only downed three vodka tonics but he felt drunk on Ray’s gargantuan size--and the fact that the mountainous man had chosen him!
“I’ve never been with a guy like you,” Tyler said as Ray literally tore the clothes off Tyler’s body.
“I’m probably the smallest guy a prime stud like you has ever fucked,” Ray said as he immediately buried his face in Tyler’s pecs. All shame that Tyler felt about being about a third of Ray’s size was erased by the enthusiasm with which Ray explored his body, grunting as he rubbed his head against his pecs and against Tyler’s quads, asking the actor to flex each part of his body as he voraciously explored.
Tyler had never felt like such a piece of meat before! God, all those years he’d tried to stay thin and lean to be more castable. Just twenty pounds of muscle and a whole world had opened up for him! God, he wanted to get even bigger. Twenty more pounds--maybe thirty! Was that even possible?
The two were intertwined as they tumbled into Tyler’s bedroom. “I can’t wait to fuck that big juicy ass of yours,” Ray said, giving Tyler’s ass a slap and a squeeze.
Tyler chuckled. “I’ve never bottomed before,” he said. He pumped his eight inches a few times and gave his big dick a wiggle. “With a dick like this, I’ve never had to.”
Ray openly laughed at him! Tyler feigned a smile, shocked at the reaction until Ray yanked down his pants. A thick nine-incher sprang out and Tyler’s eyes went wide.
“Uh, I don’t think I can--”
Ray kissed him quiet and flexed his hips. His huge dong rubbed up and down Tyler’s abdomen. He could feel the heat coming from the huge pole. He was entranced by its veins. Damn--to start bottoming with such a massive cock…
Somehow he knew exactly what position to assume. Tyler flopped back on the bed and pulled his legs up, ankles by his ears, as Ray leaned forward and lapped hungrily at his hole. Holy shit! It felt so good. Big Ray worked in a single muscular digit, then two. Tyler had never felt so good in his life. His own cock was burping precum at him! As soon as Ray slid in him--with far less resistance than Tyler had expected--Tyler shot all over his own chest, but then Ray started pumping. A few minutes later Tyler fired out his second load, but the musclebrute wasn’t done with him yet.
Behind Ray on the wall was a mirror. Only the man’s massive, undulating back, rippling with muscles Tyler had never seen before, was visible. Tyler’s much smaller body was completely obscured by the beast plowing away at him.
*
Tyler couldn’t believe how good he felt. He kept forgetting about being dumped--forgetting about Mike entirely! He wondered if he would tell Dillon about Ray. He and his agent had gotten so close since he’d gotten this role, it was like he was also his best friend.
The Uber driver kept looking at him in the rearview mirror. Tyler tried to ignore it--”Probably recognizes me,” he thought, although as he looked down at his physique, he reasoned how unlikely that was. I look more like a football player than an actor, he said as he ran his hands over his newly blossomed pecs and the shoulders which had only just begun to get wider. Imagine what will happen when I’m even bigger.
He tried to ignore the driver’s staring, deciding ahead to focus on the gift Ray had left him. Ray was the size of a refrigerator, huge and bulging without a single ounce of fat on his hyperdeveloped physique--and he had grabbed Tyler’s underwear as a prize!
Before he left, he tossed his own underwear at Tyler. “A nice little trade to commemorate the night,” Ray had said, slipping into Tyler’s underwear. He was so distracted by the aroma of the sweat-soaked shorts on his chest that he missed the image of the massive man somehow squeezing into Tyler’s much smaller shorts. They probably ripped to shreds before Ray was out the door. Minutes after Ray had left, Tyler stood in the mirror, pulling up Ray’s underwear--the size of a pillowcase--holding the much-too-wide waistband around his own narrow midsection as he imagined his legs filling up the huge holes.
Tyler was so lost in his daydream about his beautiful ebony hulk that he barely realized when they pulled up to Dillon’s house. He skipped up the walk, surprised he wasn’t in more pain after having bottomed for the first time.
“C’mon in,” Dillon said. Tyler was shocked to find Dillon wasn’t alone. Sitting on a stool in Dillon’s kitchen was a wide-jawed musclebound freak who made Ray look small. He had to be over three-hundred pounds, every bit of it rock hard muscle. The stink pouring off the man, like pure concentrated NFL locker room, came off the beast in waves.
The beast was wearing only tightie-whities (probably size 5XL, Tyler surmised) and had a faraway look in his eye as Dillon swabbed his dinner-plate-sized deltoid with alcohol before jabbing a needle in it.
“Shit, Dillon, I can… uh, come back,” Tyler said, backing toward the door. The brute hadn’t seemed to even notice his presence. Dillon, with the syringe cap in his mouth, just plunged his thumb down until all the oily contents had dispensed into the gigantic man.
“No, no, it’s fine, big guy,” Dillon said, flashing a confident smile. “I hadn’t expected my other client to be still here, but we had a few things to deal with, you see, and our meeting went a little too long…”
Tyler eyed up the freak’s face. So wide and bovine, like a farm animal. Every bit of the man’s body was obviously blown to ridiculous proportions by steroids and god knows whatever else Dillon was pumping into him. Were they fucking? He wondered.
“See, Ernie here was a stunt guy,” Dillon explained, looking into the freak’s unresponsive eyes. “But he wanted to get bigger, so I made a few adjustments and he made more progress than he ever realized. We really unleashed his potential, as you can see!” Dillon stepped back and gestured to Ernie like he was property. The freak still hadn’t moved, staring into the distance.
“How did you…” Tyler started. He didn’t even know where to begin: how could a man get so big? Why would he want to do that? What kind of jobs could a guy like that get? Why wasn’t he saying anything or moving?
“So I have a little experience with hypnosis, you see,” Dillon said, stroking his blonde goatee. “Ernie here just needed to believe he was too small. He was 6’5”, 240 when he came to me, but I made him believe he was always the smallest man in the room, no matter where he went. He’s in a trance right now, but I assure you, if he were awake he would believe I towered over him. He walks into a gym and feels child-sized. He would think he was tiny at a midget convention. And the lummox is so insecure about being small and helpless he tries that much harder at the gym, pushes himself much further than if he believed he were the walking parade float he is now. He begs me to up his dosage and piles more and more weights on the bar, thinking he’s dwindling away when in reality he’s blowing up like a balloon.”
Tyler was shocked that Dillon would reveal this to him. Hypnosis? Brain-washing? Making a man bigger than he ever wanted to be? This crossed so many moral and legal lines that Tyler was ready to fire Dillon, despite their relationship. After a bombshell like this, did he even really know the man?
Dillon snapped a finger in front of Ernie’s blank face. The freak was suddenly awake. His bulging form as he rose to his feet blew Tyler’s mind.
“Ernie, say hello to my friend Tyler,” Dillon said.
Ernie’s eyes went wide. The beast took a submissive stance, shoulders slumped, staring at the ground. “Holy shit!” he said, only glancing at Tyler for a moment before averting his eyes. “H-he’s h-huge!” the beast stammered.
Tyler just blinked. This guy was the size of a smart car and yet he was bashful and awed by an actor who would need to bulk a little more just to play Captain America.
“Yeah, he’s big, isn’t he?” Dillon said. “Big as you wish you were, isn’t he?”
“I-I could never get that big,” Ernie said as he rushed to pull on absurdly huge clothes to cover his massive frame. “God, I wish, right?”
“Keep training, little guy,” Dillon said, patting the freak on the shoulder before walking him to the door. “You’re starting to make some serious progress! Just use all those huge guys at the gym as motivation.”
Every one of the freak’s footsteps shook the room. Tyler was unsettled as he watched him squeeze himself through the doorway, knowing the monster thought he was some little shrimp.
Dillon shut the door and turned around. “So how’s my big star doing?”
Tyler shook his head. “I don’t know what… that… just was. But… I’m really not comfortable with it.”
Dillon shrugged. “It’s no different than what I’ve done to you.”
Tyler’s eyes narrowed. “What are you talking about?”
“I think it’s time we pulled the curtain back, don’t you, big man?”
Tyler felt nauseous. Vertigo overcame him suddenly. He reached out for the wall to steady himself. “What the fuck?” was all he could say.
“Don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten that they gave your big part to someone else,” Dillon said.
A fully-formed memory suddenly flashed in Tyler’s brain…
*
Tyler hung up the phone, biting his lower lip as he saw Mike looking expectantly at him.
“Everything okay?” his boyfriend asked.
“Everything’s fine. Just money stuff,” Tyler said, grateful Dillon had urged him not to let anyone know that things had fallen through. Dillon said he had another plan, something even better.
*
“You still think you’re just a nicely built actor, don’t you?” Dillon asked.
Tyler’s knees shook. What was Dillon doing to him?
“How much do you weigh, Tyler?”
“Two--” Tyler froze. Why had he started with a two? He was 180 at most! Another memory burst forth…
*
Tyler was so enraged by the readout on the digital scale that he pounded a massive fist into it, pulverizing it. His big hands shook as he swept the pieces into a dustpan, grateful Mike wasn’t home to witness his outburst.
“260 is still incredible considering how much size you’ve put on in such a short time,” Dillon reasoned with him over the phone.
“I don’t fucking care! It’s not fucking big enough!” Tyler growled.
“Don’t worry, big guy! We can crank up the process. You’re nowhere near as big as I plan on making you.”
*
Tyler felt numb. He felt heavy, like his body was turning to lead. He needed to sit down! “I don’t understand what’s going on,” he groaned. Dillon slid the stool, still moist from the freak’s enormous, sweaty ass, toward Tyler. The actor sank to it. The room started to spin.
“It’s okay, big man,” Dillon said in a soothing voice. “Just remember what you are. All those ideas I put in your head to make this new reality easier to deal with… just let them all float away.”
*
“LOOK AT YOU!” Mike said, leaping from the locker room bench. He looked Tyler’s enormous body up and down with a sneer. “You and that goddamned mirror! I don’t even recognize you anymore!”
When Mike walked behind him, Tyler’s massive frame completely blotted him out. Breaking up was an inevitability. Tyler looked at his musclebloated tree trunk-sized thigh and compared it to Mike. His boyfriend couldn’t even fill up one of his pant legs. Maybe it was time this all ended. They looked stupid together--half the stares they got walking in were, admittedly, because of Tyler’s freakish size, but the others were from people wondering what he was doing with a scrawny twig like Mike.
*
Tyler buried his face in his hands. He didn’t want to open his eyes. He could feel it--like he was taking up too much space. He was giving off too much heat. Damn, he’d just walked from the uber and he already stunk like a pro-athlete after a game! It couldn’t be possible, he knew, but Dillon had done… something.
“Let the new personality overtake the old,” Dillon said in a syrupy voice. “Let the old Tyler just dissolve away so the new one can take over…”
*
“I’ll spot,” Miles said as Tyler waddled toward the rack, eyeing up the five plates on either side of the bar.
“We’ll take turns,” Todd said.
These little marines were adorable. He could snap his fingers and demand a protein shake and they woudl fight over who would get to serve it. Miles pulled up tightly behind Tyler as he squatted, trying his best to get his arms around the massive man’s huge midsection. Tyler lost himself in each rep, feeling the weight pressing him toward the ground before he showed gravity who was boss. He knew if his monstrous legs gave out, there was nothing the middleweight spotting him could do to help out, but Miles’ hard dick pressed against Tyler’s massive glutes was a nice little motivation.
*
Tyler thought the light groaning sound was coming from him, but then the stool beneath him crumpled like it was nothing. His ass hit the floor hard and he moaned, still unwilling to open his eyes. That stool had supported Ernie but it couldn’t hold him up. Maybe Ernie weakened it. Maybe it was ready to break anyway. Maybe…
“I can’t keep readjusting your memories,” Dillon whispered into Tyler’s ear. “My suggestions are doing a lot of the work, but constantly tuning up your mind is getting to be too much of a headache. Time to feel the real weight of all the work we did, big man. Look at that magnificent body we built and own it! You deserve it!”
*
“I’m probably the smallest guy a prime stud like you has ever fucked,” Ray said as he immediately buried his face in Tyler’s pecs. Tyler flexed the big balloons and squeezed, trapping Ray’s face there. The soft moaning in his cleavage, knowing he could suffocate Ray in a moment with his bulk, had him rock hard.
The way Ray strutted through that bar, like he was the biggest man on Earth, made Tyler’s dick twitch. There was nothing hotter than teaching a “big man” what real size was--making someone huge feel small. Tyler did it naturally now.
The two were intertwined as they tumbled into Tyler’s bedroom. “I can’t wait to fuck that big juicy ass of yours,” Ray said, giving Tyler’s immense, rock-hard ass a slap and a squeeze.
Tyler chuckled. “I’ve never bottomed before,” he said. He rubbed a thumb over his shriveled dick and wiggled it, brushing against his barely noticeable raisin balls. He moaned like a bitch at the contact. “Just kidding. This thing’s just for show now--I can’t even cum unless my huge ass is stuffed full.”
*
Tyler slowly rose to his feet. He felt like he was four feet wide.
He remembered his weight: 345 pounds. It seemed unreal, but he knew it was true. THe skinny actor fighting all of this was slipping away, replaced by the gargantuan god he had become.
He opened his eyes and looked down--shocked at first at the massive pec shelf that blocked his view of the floor. Then he remembered: since he’d started working with Dillon, he hadn’t seen below his nipples without a mirror. He held up hands that seemed to big to be real until he remembered chalking them up to yank massive piles of weight off the floor. His lats were so pumped he could barely put his arms down. His arms seemed so thick he didn’t think he could touch his own shoulder.
Dillon seemed to have shrunk. He was the same size, though; it was Tyler who was just now taking in the room in his new perspective. He blinked several times, confused. Was this constant dizziness from Dillon mucking with his head or were his muscles so huge they diverted bloodflow to his brain?
“Call that scrawny shit Ernie back in here,” Tyler barked, shocked at the deep, gravelly voice that rumbled from his chest. “He had a nice cock and he looked sturdy enough to handle a guy my size.”
Dillon smiled and gently patted Tyler’s rock-hard pec. “Maybe later. We have a client for you to visit now. Very wealthy man, wants you to squeeze him between your quads. Give him about 10%, though. You’re so huge lately you don’t even know your own strength.”
Tyler couldn’t stop flexing. God, he loved his body; he was just hard meat now, growing more and more every day. He wondered when it would ever stop? He never wanted it to.
“Gimme my medicine,” he growled, yanking down the oversized sweatpants that hugged his massive legs like second skin. He heard a rip as the waistband came down. “Shit,” he said, remembering that he was still wearing Ray’s underwear. Tyler could barely squeeze his giant legs and glutes into them, but he liked the roominess of the front pouch, remembering that Ray’s huge cock had filled it in a way that Tyler’s withered little manhood never wood.
“Right away, big guy,” Dillon said, loading up a syringe.
“Double dose today,” Tyler ordered.
“You got it!”
