This choice: Another month, Chris has the build of a powerlifter/linebacker • Go Back...Chapter #7In a month... Chris had completely taken over by: oldshep   "Get me my protein shake, little bro," the beast that sat on the bench beside Nate growled.
Nate gulped and looked at what Chris had become. To say the kid was huge was a misnomer. Hell, to call him a kid anymore was a misnomer in and of itself. Nate was actually thankful that Chris had only - only - grown another six inches in the time-span of a month, bringing the colossus up to seven feet even in height. However, every inch of the beast was laden with thick taut muscle. As Chris panted from his latest intense workout, Nate watched his younger brother's chest rise and fall a good couple of inches with each breath, each powerful pec larger than anything he'd ever seen before. Yes, Chris was a gargantuan, with arms larger than the next largest guy's chest, there was no one in the entire world that could compare to the young god's size, let alone strength. The kid had gotten so powerful, he practically had to hoist several bars all at once in each hand just to get a decent workout.
"Yo, Nate!" the monster roared. Nate stared at his brother scowling at him. The teenager bit his lip as he looked over Chris' intense stare. Lately, Chris boyish features had all but disappeared, once was once soft became angular, that rare blend of facial hair, intense eyes and square jaw gave Chris an incredibly handsome yet predatory look. "Gotta feed this body," the giant bellowed, slapping his stomach for emphasis.
Despite his best efforts, the beast couldn't keep his tight set of ripped abs; the enormous calorie surplus he ingested every day was simply too much to keep them. Over the course of a month, Chris had lost his abs, two at a time, until he was left with a giant steely ball of a two-pack. At first, the big guy was sad to see them go, but he's quickly learned to love his bulging gut, it made him look all that more powerful. The behemoth idly rubbed over it, feeling how thick and strong he felt, taking great pleasure in playing with the fuzzy treasure-trail he now sported. Chris loved everything about his new body; the height, the width, the unbridled power, and also, of course, the hair. Everything about him made him look like the power-hungry raging beast he felt like inside. Speaking of beasts, he snarled like one at his brother, coaxing the comparatively little guy to get a move on.
Nate scampered back to the locker room and hoisted Chris' post-workout shake up off the floor that was contained inside a six gallon sports drink dispenser. The teenager carried the weighty tub of fuel back to his much larger brother.
"Took you long enough, shrimp," Chris growled lowly. He grabbed at the container and popped the top off, revealing the sickening blend of protein and carbs he chugged every single day. The taste was foul, but the behemoth loved it, knowing that every bit of the puke-flavoured liquid he pumped into himself would go into his ever expanding body. After a good thirty seconds, the giant finished his shake, tossing the canister onto the floor for his smaller brother to pick up. Chris belched, the gross flavour of the disgusting cocktail re-entering his mouth as he smirked, satisfied with himself.
"We better get going home, little bro. Gotta rest this body to see it really GROW," Chris bellowed. Nate could only groan at the remark.
It was just as bad at home. Chris had pretty much taken over the house. No one dared to stand up to the seven foot tall monster that lived there, not even the parents. Their mom and dad slowly acquiesced to Chris' ever increasing demands for food and supplements and could only stare and whisper to each other as they watched their younger son walk around the house in only his oversized boxers, letting everyone in the family know how large he was everywhere. Literally everywhere. Those boxers were barely able to conceal the gigantic bulge that was attached to the mammoth of a thirteen year old's body. Every time Nate caught himself looking at it, he would scowl internally, but secretly wondered just how big his brother had gotten below the waist.
It wasn't called super puberty for nothing, regular puberty was the passage for any boy into manhood. For Chris, it was particularly rough. Normally, guys like him get a little randy before bed, stealthily experimenting with their new found sexual thoughts and desires. Chris was anything but subtle. After about two weeks into his brother's new-found growth, Nate had to ask his parents for ear-plugs, something his parents assented to instantly, picking up a pair for themselves as well. Every night and every morning, the still air was disturbed by the loud animal-like gruntings of the beast that rested within Chris' room.
But the worst part? Nate would lie in his bed and sometimes take his ear-plugs out and listen. He'd stroke himself in time to his bigger brother's grunting, mouthing the same obscenities that spilled out of Chris' mouth as they both fucked their hands. Sometimes, Nate would try to cum at just the same time as Chris and marvel at just how much longer his younger brother's orgasms lasted. Needless to say, this sort of behaviour brought so much shame to the sixteen year old. Boning up over his own brother. It made him sick to his stomach.
But he couldn't help it, Chris was becoming everything he wanted to be. Big, powerful, handsome as the Devil himself, a bass-laden voice that was still smooth enough to woo a lady and gruff enough to command one; his younger brother had it all. Sometimes, Nate would look at his own body in disgust, he was ripped to the core, a complete stud in his own right. But he was nothing next to Chris. And that sent him on bouts of depression mixed with uncontrollable lust for his brother.
Tonight, Chris was at it again. Nate listened intently to the wild grunts coming from the room next door. He revelled in the heavy bouncing of the springs and mimicked the motions to make those sounds, thrusting his hips off his bed and slamming down, anything to be like Chris, imagining himself at the behemoth's size, imagining his own tool larger than ever, feeling up his own incredibly thick and powerful muscles, tracing his own fingers over the veins that criss-crossed over his immense frame, even rubbing that growing gut of Chris'.
Nate listened in again. Chris had changed activities. The behemoth one room over was grunting deeper this time. Nate could only imagine what Chris was doing, so he grabbed the tip of his eight-inch cock and rubbed over the sensitive head as he pinched a nipple with the other, timing his grunts with the animal he called his brother.
But that's when it all stopped. Nate paused in his self-pleasure and tried to make out what Chris was doing next door, but he couldn't hear anything. But then, he heard a thud and what sounded like the giant's footfalls. Nate froze, unsure of what was going to happen next, he prayed that Chris was just going to the bathroom or something. Unfortunately for Nate, Chris was doing anything but.
The door to Nate's room slammed open, a raging seven foot tall beast stood at the entrance way. Nate gulped, even in the dim light, he could make out the insane definition in Chris' gigantic body, not to mention the devilish grin plastered on the titan's face.
Chris rumbled as he squeezed his way through the tiny doorframe of Nate's room and loomed over Nate. It was obvious his puny brother had been jacking off, Nate's boner still peeking through his hands. This only caused Chris to smirk and his eagerness only doubled, the fact that he was sexy enough that even his own brother would masturbate to him made him all that much harder.
Well, Nate wanted to see how large Chris was now, and he got his wish. Jutting out of Chris' groin was the largest dick Nate had ever seen. Standing at a good eighteen inches, Chris' once diminutive penis was now a whopping foot and a half long and thick as a soda can, over twice the size of Nate's own package. Nate's gaze went southward and he ogled the two softball sized testicles that churned inside his brother's scrotum.
"Mmhmm, they can squirt for a good thirty seconds, bro," Chris rumbled. Nate looked up nervously as his humongous brother climbed into his bed and straddled him by the waist, the heat and sweat that poured out from him was intense. "Do I turn you on, little bro? Do I make you bone up every night?" Chris chuckled. He flexed his entire body and Nate's eyes went wide as he watched every muscle on Chris' immense frame pop up, swelling in front of him. Nate gulped and tried to reach out and touch his brother's god-like body, only for Chris to snatch his hand, almost painfully tight without Chris even realizing it.
Nate watched as Chris held onto his wrist with one hand and began to stroke his thick shaft with the other. The behemoth on top of him smiled darkly and cooed:  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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