Brandon Twice
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Don't Badmouth the Big Man
🕑 Added 2020-05-13 04:14:29 +0000 UTC[6 Word Request: Rob Cannon Gets Big, Gets Revenge]
Halfway through my first set training with my new coach, “Andy Adonis” as he marketed himself, I was having regrets. He barely looked up from his phone when I introduced myself to him. After I loaded weights on the incline press myself, he didn’t flinch when I struggled on rep 8.
“Good set,” he said monotonously. “Let’s go up.”
“I barely got 8 reps,” I said. “I mean, you’re gonna have to spot me really good if you want to put more…”
He slid another 45 pound plate on each side of the bar, then went back to thumb-tapping on his phone. This was ridiculous! I thought. I was going to dump the bar on rep 1 and look like a complete also, all because Blondie McMusclebod over here was too busy commenting on others’ Instagram posts. What a waste of money, and all because I got sweaty when I saw him fill out a polo shirt. This would be the last time I hired a trainer by letting my dick do the thinking, that’s for damned sure!
I took a deep breath, wondering if I could summon mom-lifting-van-to-save-baby strength. Just before I unracked the weight, I felt the ground shake.
“Earthquake?” I asked Andy as he paced around, still focused on his phone.
“Good,” he said. “Breathe, c’mon man, push…”
I couldn’t believe the towering freak that stomped across the gym and stood staring down at Andy, barrel chest thrust out, tapping his foot. He was a good two feet taller than Andy and looked like he’d been stuffed with bowling balls BEFORE he got jumbo-sized. He was bald with a long, bushy beard. Every part of him was thick, but with his super-sized proportions, I felt my knees go week (and i was sitting down!).
“So, Mr. ‘Adonis’ here, care to explain to me why you’ve been stealing my clients?”
The big beast looked down at me held up a huge hand. “Sorry to interrupt, mate. Just have to have a word with your trainer, here.”
I gave him a thumbs up. Big man bent at the waist and got right in Andy’s face. My idiot trainer’s phone fell to the ground and bounced away.
“Rob, listen, I never stole your clients, man!” Andy started, but Rob grabbed him by the polo his torso was crammed into and yanked his beefy bod right off the ground!
“I’m only gonna say this once, so perk up yer ears, got it?” my new hero Rob said as he shook Andy like a rag doll. “Three of my clients told me you’ve been undercutting my prices and badmouthing me and that shit won’t fly, got it?”
“Yeah, I got it!” Andy whimpered. God, when I first saw him that day I thought he looked like the closing thing to Hercules I’d ever seen in my life; he blew me away with his size when I stood next to him! But he was nothing compared to this literal giant man, who looked like he swallowed entire cows as his post-workout protein.
“So, you steal my clients? I steal yours, got it?” Rob said. He gently set Andy back down and used to fingers to dust the smaller bodybuilder off. “There we go. You’re good, little man. Go walk it off.” He gave Andy a shove and the dopey little hunk scurried away.
“Sorry about that, mate,” Rob said, looking down at me. “I’m Rob. Rob Cannon. That wanker wasn’t doing shit for you here. I think you’ll enjoy my services better.”
My mouth was dry. I reached up and grabbed his huge hand. Our handshake was cartoonish--I had merely placed my hand on his.
“So, let’s get into this first set mate, got it?” The titanic man took a spot behind the bench and crouched down. I shivered in the shadow he cast over me.
“I-I think this is gonna be too heavy…” I started.
“Nonsense, mate!” Rob barked with a grin. He ran a hand through his beard as he surveyed the plates on either side of the bar. “That’s how you grow, by pushing your limits! I’ll spot you, but I guarantee it’ll be mostly you, got it?”
Watching his big, heaving pecs above me--imagining myself nestled between them, big warm meat pillows twitching and flexing beneath me--I felt strong enough to flip a bus. I braced myself on the bench and unracked the weight.
Rob roared as I did my first rep--holy shit, I actually pressed it myself! The second rep felt like it was doubly heavy, but as the bar sank back toward me, my arms shaking, big Rob stuck a massive finger under the bar and gave it a nudge. Bam, up it went again! He did the same for fifteen more reps but by the final one, I guarantee he was carrying all of the load. My twitching chest was spent.
But Rob just stuck a pink serpentine tongue at me. “Drop set, motherfucker!” he said, swiping a plate off each side of the bar with his pinkies. I saw stars as I continued to press the reduced weight, wondering if I would black out, wondering if Rob was laughing at me, wondering if I’d leapt from the hunky frying pan into the gargantuan fire. But after spotting me through fifteen reps, Rob yanked the bar off me with ease.
“Great work!” he said with a wink. “Damn, you’re gonna be fun to train. You’re gonna be huge!”
After my workout, Rob brought me to the smoothie bar to get a protein shake. The guy behind the counter served Rob’s in a gallon container that the big man downed in two gulps.
“Impressive,” I commented, wondering if I should thrown mine back with the same gusto,
“Takes a lot of food to stay this big,” he said, making his pecs bounce. Unlike “Andy Adonis” who probably shrank his clothes in the wash to make his muscles look bigger, Rob was wearing a wide, boxy jersey but had filled it to capacity. Rather than showing off every curve like Andy did, Rob’s massive body looked even more massive in the loose fitting clothes. He looked mountainous, like I couldn’t see every inch of his muscles at the same time. I had a feeling if he stripped off that jersey I may just have a heart attack right there.
“How long have you been this big?” I said, gesturing up at him, unsure where to look. My eyes seemed to stick to whatever bulging, bouncing bodypart they landed on first.
“Well, I’ve been competing for years, and right now I’m in the offseason, just starting to carry around some big boy weight,” he said, stroking his beard, “but the truth is… I’ve only been THIS big…” he said, holding a flat hand aside his head to denote his ridiculous height, “since right before I met you.”
I tried to read between the lines of his statement but came up with nothing. He just grinned.
“See, awhile ago my gran passed away and I found this old antique horseshoe in her stuff,” Rob said as he beckoned the guy behind the smoothie counter for another, “and turns out the thing granted me a wish. No idea where the magic came from, but without knowing what I had in my hand I wished I could get revenge on anyone who did me wrong.” He smiled. “Every time some arsehole mouths of about me or gets a bit snakey, I get myself a little growth spurt, clothes and all.”
I was so entranced by this mammoth man’s story that a dollop of protein shake started to drool down my chin. I didn’t notice it until it dripped on my hand; I wiped it away, blushing.
“So this morning, some wanker cuts me off on the way here and I sprout up a whole foot. Luckily I have a convertible, right? Then I get here and find out that blonde ninny’s been telling my clients lies about me, so I got… THIS big… right before we met.”
I smiled and hopped off the stool. “Awesome session today. Are we gonna do this next week?”
Rob nodded. “Wait until you see how giant YOU get working with me!” he said, slapping me on the back so hard I nearly did a full somersault.
*
The next week I had just parked when I felt the ground rumble. I was still in my car when a massive shadow fell over me. I stared up at a building-sized Rob, starting to shake as he stomped a massive foot next to me.
I was too terrified to speak when he reached down and grabbed my car. “Sorry, mate, I might have to do a little adjustment to our training today,” he said, holding my car like it was a sandwich he was about to bite into.
I rolled down my window. “I mean… that’s okay, man, don’t worry about it!” He had to be 25 feet tall! I could actually hear his heart--which was probably bigger than me--thudding away in that gigantic chest. Watching him grit his teeth and sneer, I added, “If you could, y’know, put my car down kinda gently, though, that’d be cool…”
“Right, sorry mate,” he said, putting my car back down. I could tell he was trying to be gentle, but I still slammed down hard enough to do a number on my suspension.
I got out, wary of the giant sneakers on either side of me. I looked up at him. “So, do you just get bigger and bigger without a limit? Aren’t you going to get… too big someday?”
“No such thing as too big,” he rattled off like it was a line from the bible. “No, mate, usually I go back to normal size overnight--which, mind you, is still big as FUCK--but last night my old employers got a little mouthy on social media about me…” He pounded a fist into the pavement, launching me into the air. With his non-punching hand, he gently caught me, although as I gazed over the edge of his hand I saw a massive crater in the parking lot.
“Well, I mean… if you have to take care of it…”
“Wait! I just got an idea how you can still train!”
I thought I was going to puke when he hoisted me up faster than a carnival ride, pulling the color of his sweatshirt open. I gazed down at enough tan shiny muscle to overflow an Olympic swimming pool. The beads of sweat gathering on those big meat-balloon pecs were each more than a mouthful for me. And the smell!! It was like a locker room crowded with buffalo-sized athletes.
“Grab me chain, mate,” he said, gesturing to the huge metal necklace draped over his heaving chest shelf. The thing was thicker than a barbell, but I managed a good grip on it. He let the sweatshirt collar go and I was dropped into dark humidity. “So today for your back workout, you’ll start with pullups with the added resistance of me walking. Don’t slip, little fella--it’s a long way down!”
He wasn’t kidding! I could see light below me, and the ground far below that. As he started to walk, I bounced on the chain, regularly getting a face-full of hot chest flesh. Damn, ripped muscle felt so good--so soft, yet so firm, a texture unlike anything in the world (especially when it was bigger than a billboard and pressed up against you!).
I did a set of fifteen pullups on the chain, then swung a leg around it and hoisted myself up to rest. His big hand patted the sweatshirt, gently mashing me back into his chest.
“Good set, mate. Another 30 seconds rest then get back to it!”
Midway through my set something happened. The chain started to expand in my hands! As it pushed my grip wider, I struggled to get a foothold on the slick, shaved muscle mountain beneath me but it was no use. Everything was slick with Rob’s sweat now. I looked at his diamond-hard nipples on either side of me; they would have been a great spot to hang from, but they were each too far--and growing farther by the second!
Rob was growing! “Goddammit!” The sweatshirt muffled his roar but I felt the rumble through his chest. It made my teeth chatter. “Those absolute fucking wankers!” he said.
I imagined someone else was talking smack about Rob, but I couldn’t worry about that… the chain was so thick I couldn’t hold on! As I slipped, I found myself sliding down the massive canyon between his two pecs, struggling to cause enough friction to slow my descent.
Then--SQUEEZE--the pecs on either side of me pressed together, holding me in place. It felt like a warm muscular hug, with thick mass gently holding me in place.
“Sorry, mate,” Rob said into his sweatshirt. “Didn’t mean to get this big. My old boss is popping off on social media about me! I can grip you there for a bit, but…” Everything shook--the giant man was giggling!
I tried not to tickle him, but I couldn’t stop squirming! Rob’s meat-grip on me lessened and I was falling again. I tried to grab the fluffy interior of the sweatshirt, but it wasn’t substantial to hang from. I bounced from his massive abs to the sweatshirt, then back again, until I realized I was going to slip out the bottom, probably splattering on the ground…
...but luckily I hit his shorts just ride and ended up slipping behind his compression shorts. It took me a moment to realize that the big muscle I had landed on was his cock, and that the two squishy masses beneath me were… good god, the source of the hormone that built this magnificent man! I was nearly intoxicated by the smell.
A blast of cool, fresh air broke through as Rob pulled back his waistband and peered in. “You okay in there mate?”
I gave him a thumbs up and he winked at me. The compression tights held me against his rock-solid groin, but I decided to straddly the big hand, struggling to resist the urge to explore the veins running across it. I just closed my eyes and savored the musk pouring out of it. Maybe my proximity to all that male hormone would make me bigger too?
My serenity was disrupted when I heard Rob roar above me. I heard him grunt and felt waves of force in the air--it sounded like he was tearing something apart! Through the fibers of his clothes I could barely see what was happening: we were outside a gym (still towering over it--Rob had to be 50 feet tall!) and Rob had ripped the roof off it.
“That’s right, you wankers. You wanna film me now? You wanna post a video about how big and aggressive I am?”
I was so glad I wasn’t the man he was angry with!
I heard a small yelp as Rob leaned forward. “That’s right, you little pissant!” Rob roared. He had someone in his hand! Good lord was I happy I was on this man’s good side.
“You want to make a video? Make a video of this!”
Rob yanked down his shorts. A blast of fresh air pulled my from my heady state. I shielded my eyes from the sunlight. “You think all I do is flex around the gym and wag my dick at people?”
Rob’s dick was hard in an instant. I clung to the warm, throbbing tube, dizzied by the long drop to the ground. My grip wasn’t helping things; the tighter I gripped, the thicker and higher that cock arched!
“Take a look at this!” Rob roared. He had some bald guy with glasses in his hand. He flexed an unbelievable arm--jesus, was it bigger than the moon? It certainly blocked out the sun for a moment--and sneered at the little guy. “You call yourself a manager of a bodybuilding gym and you make a video mocking ME? Well, you’re about to get what’s coming to you!”
Below us, the shocked gym goers, dusting off the rubble of the torn-away roof, held up their phones at the titanic beast threatening the little man in his hand. The good news, I thought, is that when news outlets ran this story, I’d be censored behind the massive black square blotting out his obscenely huge cock.
Rob started to jerk his dick--pressing me against it!--aiming it at his little prisoner. I just held on tight as the big hand wrapped around me, jerking me up and down. I could feel his pulse through the huge pole I was squeezed against, burning so hot I thought I couldn’t stand it. Below me, balls as big as me throbbed and pulsed, finally tightening up close to the body. I looked up and saw the big man flexing his torso, licking his lips, tilting his head to the side like he was in an animalistic frenzy. All that pulsating muscle… had he burst, I wouldn’t have been surprised.
When Rob finally shot, I was launched airborne, spinning through the air as he fired gallons of load on his the little man who had besmirched his good name.
As I spun through the air, I realized I would have gladly died happy then, but i tumbled back into his compression shorts. They snapped back over me and I was tucked back in with his big manhood. It twitched as it deflated, still drooling cum all over. I let the tight shorts gently cup me against his huge manhood, knowing the big giant man behind it wouldn’t let anything befall his little client.
I was safe, I knew, unless someone else badmouthed the giant. Then, perhaps he would grow so big that his hardened cock may splatter me against his abs as it rocketed to attention--but as I felt myself marinating in the beautiful man’s ball sweat, I realized I wouldn’t mind that fate so badly.
