“Go on. Feel it,” Eli demanded. He flexed his powerful arm showing it off to his friend. “It’s gotten so big. And strong.”
“Eli…” Brad groaned as he looked at the other guy showing off. “I don’t want to feel your muscles…”
“Quit being a fuckin homophobe. I ain’t sayin I’m wanna fuck ya,” Eli grinned. He made his bicep bounce. “Yet…”
Brad’s face flattened at the ‘joke.’ He’d been working out with Eli for a while now and only recently did he start to be so commanding. It was starting to get a bit frustrating as Eli started showing off more and more. Of course he did have a lot to show off, but Brad wasn’t one who really cared too much about doing that. He was just as big and strong, but that didn’t mean he felt like he needed to show it off all the time. He was satisfied with his size and didn’t feel like it was the only part that made him, him.
“Dude… I don’t want to feel your body…”
Eli ignored it. He just kept making the thick bicep bounce. “C’mon man. Look at that peak. I’ve got such a fuckin pump goin on right now. Just feel it.”
“Fine!” Brad finally gave in. He tossed his hands up and then grabbed the bicep. It was firm under his grasp but that’s when he saw the devious grin on Eli’s face. “Dude… What’s up?” he asked but couldn’t tell why his friend was looking at him so weirdly. That’s when he noticed his hand. There was something wrong with it. It didn’t look as big. Or strong. It gripped Eli’s 18 inch bicep but didn’t cover it up as much as it had just seconds before. The thick fingers were smaller. “What?!” he tried to pull away but his hand was stuck.
“Just go with it man. You said you wanted to help me get bigger right?” Eli mocked. His bicep was slowly starting to swell a bit more. It was quickly encroaching on 19 inches. But it was the same with his forearm and shoulder as well. They looked bigger. The already large defined muscle only seemed to be getting bigger.
All the while Brad’s were getting smaller. He could see his thick arm starting to dwindle away. The firm muscles in his body turning soft and shrinking in on themselves. He tried to use his other hand to pull himself away, but it didn’t work. He just kept losing more and more weight. He looked up at Eli. “What’s going on?!” he begged. Fear filled his face as he felt his strength disappearing. The thick bicep in his right arm was almost completely gone and he could see his right pec starting to go too.
“C’mon buddy. Don’t tell me you didn’t notice the way I look at cha. But I have ta say yer a bit too big for my liking. But that won’t be a problem in too long,” Eli laughed. “Cause yer gonna help me git bigger. Man. Just look at that arm. So much bigger already!” He gave the firm muscle a slap. The sound reverberated off the empty gym’s mirrors.
Brad tried to use his other hand to push off of Eli’s powerful muscle but that one ended up getting stuck as well. “That’s… Not… What… I… Meant…” he struggled to pull away but nothing seemed to come loose. His body was stuck onto Eli’s. He could see his hands unable to cover up the bicep any more. Even together, they couldn’t cover nearly anything on the 21 inch arm.
“Don’t matter much now,” Eli laughed. He raised his arm up, standing at his full 6’6” height. It lifted Brad off the ground. The magic released and Brad fell back down. “Damn!” Eli shouted the curse excited at what he was feeling.
The shoes Brad was wearing fell off his feet and he had to hold up his shorts to keep them from falling down. He stared up at Eli’s massive body. “What the hell man!” he shouted in defiance.
“Oh shit bud,” Eli’s attention went back to Brad. He went to a bit of a squatting position to be eye level with the other man. The near foot height difference made him tower over Brad. Eli put his massive mitt of a hand on top of Brad’s head and smiled. “Man… I’m sorry that I had ta do that to ya.”
“No you’re not,” Brad grumbled.
“HAHA!” Eli laughed loudly. “You’re right! But don’t worry buddy. I’ll make sure you enjoy it too. Plus I can help you work out now. I can make you bigger!” He popped his bicep out again, showing it off. “You wanna be like me don’tcha?”
Brad felt his mouth go dry. It hung open slightly as he watched the muscle bounce. The annoyed feeling he’d had was completely changed. Now it was lust. “I know how to work out myself,” he crossed his arms, fighting the urge to touch the massive bicep.
“Oh that’s right buddy. I forgot. Seein ya so small an’ helpless like that just make me think ya needed some help,” he ran his fingers across his face and then must have gotten an idea. “Hey. How bout I make ya a deal. If you can lift them 20 pound weights, I’ll turn ya back. How’s that sound?”
“G-g-good,” Brad stammered out. “That sounds good.”
“Alright! Let’s do it!” Eli cheered. His thick muscular body wrapped around Brad’s. His firm hands ran down Brad’s thin arms and gripped the back of his even smaller hands. “You’re sooo smooth…” he whispered in Brad’s ear.
Brad felt all kinds of sounds get caught in the back of his throat. He could feel the massive member running up against his back side. All the while he didn’t notice his body was moving towards the weights. It wasn’t until Eli whispered, “Go on…” that Brad noticed his hands were currently wrapped around the twenty pound weights. Feeling the bristles of Eli’s face nuzzle against his bare neck made his body go weak.
“Is sumthin wrong?” Eli kept his voice low, but the lack of volume didn’t get rid of any of the depth or strength behind it. “I promise I won’t hold you down. I just want to make sure you don’t drop the weights. That’s all.”
Brad felt his large calloused hands wrapped around his own. They easily wrapped around his and then the weights. Brad’s eyes raised. He could see the massive bodybuilder enveloping him as he leaned over his small weak body. Everything was telling Brad he had to try, but he felt so weak. Weaker than he should have. It was just all his blood was flowing to the wrong place. Far away from any of his muscles. He felt his dick throb.
“Go on,” Eli encouraged. His lips kissed the side of Brad’s soft cheek. His hips gently grinded against his back. “You can do it. I believe in you…”
Brad’s breathing grew haggard. He couldn’t think about lifting weights. He couldn’t think about anything. Anything other than Eli on top of him. That thick cock drifted up and down his backside. “Oh fuck…” Brad cursed. It was getting even harder to breath. His thoughts were running wild. Eli was so big. He was so small.
“Oh fuck…” Brad’s couldn’t believe how much he liked feeling Eli’s beard run against his soft face. Or Eli’s firm hands wrap around his. Or those thick sturdy muscles just gently pushing him down. Brad’s hips writhed in the sensation.
“Oh fuck…” Brad felt his hips buck as he gave in. The sensation was just too much to handle. He had to release. A stain quickly started to form on the front of his shirt as his shorts were about three steps behind him. “Oh fuck!” he squirmed in Eli’s grasp.
The bodybuilder just held him tighter. “Calm down. Calm down,” he gently kissed the side of Brad’s face as the small guy wore himself out. “It’ll be okay. That’s what the guy said was going to happen. It’ll be fine.”
“FINE!?” Brad shouted. “Look at me!”
Eli paused and looked in the mirror. Brad was still wearing his sleeveless shirt but the strap was starting to slide down his thin shoulder. The large wet spot just made a smile come to his face. “I think you look amazing.”
Brad felt all kinds of words caught in his throat as Eli continued to kiss him. He looked over his thinner body and started to feel like maybe he was right. He tried to pout but only a smile kept coming on his face as the dumbass kept playing with his body. “Well… Maybe you can change me back later…”