“OH...MY...GOD!! Bob, is that you? What happened to you?” a familiar voice said from the hallway.

It was Ben, Bob’s bodybuilding brother. He stood in the doorway, admiring his baby brother’s new physique. His mouth hang open and his eyes almost fell out of their sockets.

Bob turned around, slowly revealing his new body.

“Ben? What the hell are you doing here? Never expected you here! How did you come in?”

“Uhm...we...I came over to pick up your hedge trimmer, remember? But what the hell dude, never mind that, what happened?!” Amanda always liked the fact that her 46-year-old uncle still talked like a teenager.

“Haha, you like what you see, big brother?” Bob said with a grin on his face as he raised an arm into a full biceps flex. Veins crawled all over the ball of muscle which looked almost as big as an American football. Ben couldn’t contain himself and grabbed out to feel the muscle in his baby brother’s arm. “Fuck man! It’s hard! How...what? When I saw you last week you were still...uhm...a skinny dork...and now you’re...”

“...a big muscular dork?” Bob interrupted. He laughed. “Let me just say that I had a little bit of help to get this body. And I couldn’t be more happier with it! I finally get to outdo you Ben! Let’s compare...”

“Uhm, I don’t know...you seem to have filled in at all the right places!” Ben said as his eyes gazed down towards the overstuffed and overstretched CK briefs. Amanda smiled as she witnessed her new over-confident father.

“Nonsense, you were never too shy to show off your body before...so why be a wuzz all of a sudden? Is this intimidating you?” Bob said as he hit a crab most muscular like he’d once seen his brother do on stage. All the muscles in his upper leg, arms and chest flexed into view. The clear individual muscle fibres could be identified under his 5% body fat skin. Ben was once again astounded; this was really the body of his baby brother? The same baby brother he had always protected throughout his life?

“Oh come on, uncle Ben, please do it for me? Hit some poses! I still think your body kicks ass!” Amanda said while cupping a feel of Ben’s right arm. It wasn’t as hard and big as her father’s, but it sure was nothing compared to her boyfriend’s arm. Amanda always had a soft spot for her uncle, ever since she saw him in his swimming trunks for the first time. Before that she had never seen her uncle perform on stage, as she was considered too little, but the image of her uncle’s upper body ripped to the bone never left her mind. In the years following she visited many of his shows, but that raw, non-oily version of his body was what she preferred seeing over the bronzed statuesque onstage versions.

“You think so? Thanks! That’s sweet!” Ben replied much more confident. “Ok, let show what you’ve got...can you direct us in the poses, Amanda?”

‘’Sure, I’d love to! Double biceps!”

Ben had won only one competition in his life before, coming in second and third in others, so he was really in pretty good shape. A new competition was coming up in three weeks, so he was on his way to his on-season weight. However with his baby brother standing behind him, he looked like an amateur.

Both guys lifted their arms up in the air, flexing their biceps to the fullest. His arms were always his best feature, so Ben had a cocky smile on his face. The t-shirt sleeve was stretching to its limits; showcasing his 19-inchers to their fullest potential. He worked hard on his puppies. Just then he turned his head and looked at his brother.

Just inches away from his face was a bigger ball of muscle than he possessed. Veins once again ran all the way under the tight skin, feeding the muscle with the necessary blood to make it stand out. The arm was bigger than Ben’s, but on the 7ft4 gigantic body it was difficult to see.

“Fuck man, you scared me with that!”

“Hahaha, it’s just an arm. Nothing to be scared off!” Bob said back with his dark husky voice.

“Hmm, I really can’t tell who’s got the biggest..” Amanda said teasingly. She already knew the answer, but didn’t want to give her uncle a bad feeling. “Let me grab a tape measure!”

As Amanda ran off, Ben just had to ask how this all happened. “Look, I’ve worked damn hard for this body, you know that! You know how much time a week I spend in the gym. And you just ‘got’ this body in a day? I don’t get it...how?!”

“Haha, well let’s just keep that a secret...for now. And why on earth are you still wearing your shirt during a posedown?” Bob grabbed the bottom of his brother’s shirt and pulled it up. A decent sixpack and pair of pecs were revealed as he pulled the shirt all the way over his brother’s head. “Wow, look at that! Not bad for a 46-year-old!” he complimented. Ben’s pecs twitched from excitement; “Thanks!”

“Hey, I’ve got an idea! Let’s arm wrestle like good old times!”

Ben reluctantly agreed. Both men sat down on their knees next to the coffee table. Their right elbows were positioned parallel on the table as their hand locked into each other. The biceps of both men, still pumped from the little flex just minutes ago, filled their arms again. It was now getting more obvious that Bob’s were several inches bigger.

“On three, one...two..three!” Bob said as they began their competition. The muscles in Ben’s forearm rippled with strength as he tried to push Bob’s arm to the side. His face slowly started to turn red as he applied all his strength in his arm. But Bob’s hand wouldn’t budge; it stayed perfectly perpendicular to the table. And from the look on his face, Bob hadn’t applied much pressure either.

“Man, is that all you’ve got? I really expected you to be stronger!”

Ben’s strength slowly decreased as he ran out of energy. Just then Bob really began to apply pressure. The arm of Ben came closer and closer to the table, until all his strength had left his arm completely and Bob could easily pin him down. “Got ya!”

For as far as Bob’s memories go, this was the first time he actually won from his brother in an arm wrestling contest. It made him smile.

Amanda had returned just in time to see the grand finale of the match. “Wow dad! You’re super! Congratulations!” She kissed him.

“And for you uncle Ben, the consolation price!” She gave her uncle two kisses on his cheek and ran her hand over his ripped torso. “I’ve got a tape measure...who wants to go first?”

“Won’t doesn’t the loser go first?” Bob suggested. Ben reluctantly agreed. He raised his arm once again, getting a bit tired of the whole ordeal, and flexed it as hard as he could. Amanda positioned the tape measure around the thickest part of the muscle and read out what it said. “18.5 inches! Wow uncle Ben, impressive!”

“Now me!” Bob said as he shook his arm to loosen up the muscle. He also raised his arm and Amanda put the tape measure around it. It was more difficult for her to do it right, since the biceps showed an incredible peak. “Ok, here comes the final verdict...20.5inches! Wow dad, a full 2 inches bigger!!” Bob could only laugh and take in the good news. “Wow, I’m really impressed! I’m the biggest of the family now, without a doubt! But...what size is a football again?”

“I thought 22 inches” Ben said.

“Yeah, so did I. And THIS...” flexing the arm once again...” is not 22 inches...yet! Ok Ben, I think I’ve got something to show you.”

Ben walk towards the gun that lay on the side table, grabbed it, adjust some dials and aimed it...