"Here, let me help you carry those in." Chris reached out and grabbed Nate's bags and lifted them off the ground. "Geez, these barely weigh anything. What do you have in here, feathers and tissue paper?"
Nate stared at Chris, lifting all of his gear and stuff like they were nothing, his biceps bulging larger than Nate's own. In fact, it bulged so big, Nate could swear it was as big as a softball...no, cannonball! Just how did Chris grow so big after a few days? His mind tried to wrap around the idea as the both of them entered the house and into the living room, but it wasn’t easy when he kept on staring at Chris’s back, which was so wide and broad, and to his embarrassment Nate found himself noticing that his brother had a big, muscular ass that filled the back of the tight basketball shorts he wore…NATE’S shorts. And NATE’S jersey!
"Hey, who let you wear my clothes? That’s my favorite jersey!" Nate automatically protested without thinking.
Chris stopped. Dropping the bags, he turned around, causing Nate to involuntarily step back. Slowly he brought his arms together, hitting a most muscular pose. His chest swelled bigger and bigger, his biceps bulging and rippling in unison and before long, a tiny tear appeared in the jersey. The tiny tear in the jersey grew bigger and bigger as he flexed harder and harder, exposing more of his huge muscles. Nate could only watch with his jaw slack as his former little brother hulked through his jersey in front of him. "You mean WAS your jersey." Chris laughed, tossing off the remains onto the ground and exposing his entire torso. Not only was Chris big, but he was ripped! His abs were so defined and detailed, they made Nate's abs look like a flabby gut.
“What the fuck!” Nate’s body moved on its own and grabbed Chris to try and teach him a lesson, but Chris had been waiting for this all day. He watched as Nate grabbed his arm, trying to twist it around, but Nate could barely wrap his hands around Chris’s forearm, and it didn’t budge in the slightest.
“That’s not how you teach someone a lesson.” Chris said. “This…this is how you do it!” Chris grabbed Nate and lifted him off the ground like he was a rag doll, wrapped his thick, musclebound arms around him and proceeded to give him a bone crushing bear hug. Nate resisted the urge to cry out in pain as he was pushed into the hardest body he ever felt and instead try and get out. Nate tried to break free, but Chris was just too strong.
“Come on bro, try harder.” Chris teased. “I’m not even trying yet.”
Feeling his second wind, Nate started to struggle like mad, and found himself start to slip out of Chris’s grip just a centimeter before Chris suddenly clamped back down hard, those steely muscles pressing into Nate’s body, forcibly squeezing all of the air out of him. Nate couldn’t even budge in the slightest now.
“Let…me…go!” Nate wheezed.
“Are you giving up?” Chris asked.
“YES!” Nate managed to say, and right before he passed out Chris let go, causing Nate to fall to the ground, gasping for air.
“How does it feel to wrestle with a REAL man, shrimp?” Chris asked, taking extreme pleasure in the word “shrimp.”
“Wh-what…happened to you? How did you grow so big so fast?” Nate finally asked after catching his breath.
“That’s what mom and dad said the other day when you were gone.” Chris laughed, his huge chest bouncing powerfully. “They took me to see a bunch of doctors and specialists. Apparently I’m going through some sort of super puberty, which is a hundred times faster and more powerful than regular puberty. I guess I was just born to grow!” He raised up his arms to emphasize, but stopped halfway when his hands hit the ceiling, which made his smile even bigger.
“J-just how big are you going to grow?” Nate asked, afraid of the answer.
“Oh the doctors still haven’t guess that yet, they think I might stop anywhere between twelve feet to a mile high…but that’s just some wild guesses. They also say I can build muscles without trying and that I might grow in other places, if you know what I mean.” He grinned devilishly.
Nate gulped. The idea of Chris growing to be a mile high freaked him out, but so did a super strong version, and as for the last one…either way Nate had a feeling he wasn’t going to look forward to the next few weeks.
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