The Sorcerer's New Apprentice 23: The Town Fire Department Gets an Upgrade in Manpower (mc musc)
by Alyn Roze
The last night’s events were still fresh in Brian’s memory. Many thoughts were going though his mind. He and Max brought the new rookies back from the academy late this morning. He was on his way back home after leaving Enus at his apartment. He found out that taking control of someone else’s body can be very draining. Brian let Enus keep the memories of what he had done while he was in his body, except for the part of doing the transformations. But from Enus’s point of view, all the cruising that was done, he did it all on his own. All the new friends that Enus made last night would be a big help at the police station.
What should I do next with this gift?
Brian was thinking of people he knew that could benefit from his gift. His mind was so full possibilities that he could not sleep at all when he finally got home. His brother was on a special project for school all weekend and his friends were at the aquatic center. He needed someone to talk to about the next deserving person should be. He could go see his close friend Broudy at the fire station. After all the fire station was just a few miles from Brian’s home.
Brian lay in bed wide awake until noon. He finally decided to get up and go visit his old friend at the fire station. He would often stop by on his way back from school. Broudy was a good friend and a good listener even though he was fifty years older than Brian. He could confide in him on anything. While Rufus was the father figure in his life Broudy was the grandparent he never had. Broudy was the first one Brian told about his hidden sexual desires and feelings. Broudy told him it was nothing to be ashamed of and that his family would still love him no matter what. If there was anybody that Brian wanted to help it was his good friend Broudy.
It was only natural that Broudy Firman had become a firefighter. Brian would often enunciate his name as Broudy THE FI-R-MAN. Broudy would always fire back with, “We are called Fire FIGHTERS not Fire MEN. A Fireman is the guy that shovels coal on a steam train.”
Through his thirty of service Broudy Firman had worked his way up the ranks to become County Fire Chief. He held that position for the last five years of his career. During a recent round of budget cuts Broudy had accepted an early retirement from the county a few months ago. After years of service it was a well-deserved rest.
For the first few months of his retirement Broudy was able to concentrate on his hobby of breeding the perfect rose. The pruning, the feeding and the cross pollinating kept him busy but He missed the unpredictability of the fire station.
In the recent years the low rainfall and abundant brush fires the state decided to establish more Fire Departments in key district locations. The stations would be manned twenty-four hours a day like other state fire station. The purpose of the town’s fire department was to handle all the local emergency calls. The county dispatchers were able to respond to calls more effectively with the new fire stations.
One such fire station was established in Broudy’s hometown of Arcadia. When the town had asked Broudy to be their new fire chief and help organize their station, he was more than willing to accept. The station soon became his home away from home. He even had small flower garden at the station to continue his hobby.
It had only been a few weeks since the dedication of the new station. Broudy and his new crew already had repeat calls from the townsfolk. Today was like any other day. The day crew was busy maintaining their equipment awaiting the next call. Broudy sat outside the fire station beside the open door. The phones have been relatively quite except for the occasional non-emergence call from Mrs. Johnson when her cat was stuck in the tree, again. The widow Burns was living up to her name. She kept tiring to cook up a reason to get Broudy and his young fire fighters to her house. Her latest was left on the stove too long. They had just come back from an agonizing hour in her smoked filled kitchen. Such is life at county fire station number 69.
Brian often stopped by and just shoot-the-breeze with “Good Ole Broudy”. It had been several weeks since he had seen Broudy and he had a lot to talk to him about. Brian found Broudy sitting out in front of the station house when he walked into the parking lot. Broudy didn’t recognize the stranger because Brian was still in his augmented form from. In his bodybuilder gaunt Brian walks up to Broudy.
Broudy asks in a polite manner. “Is there anything I can do for you young fella?
“You can give me that bottle of beer old man.” Brian talks to Broudy in a calm tone “You know you not suppose to drinking while you are on duty.”
Broudy lowers his head like a little kid that caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
“... Unless you plan on sharing it Mr. FI-R-MAN.” Brian takes a big drink from the bottle. He almost chokes as the offending liquid goes down his gullet. Trying not act like it was his first beer Brian hands the bottle back to Broudy.
“Only my friends call me a Fireman.” Broudy takes the bottle back. Who are you stranger?
“Don’t you recognize me Broudy?” Brian takes off his glasses.
“BRIAN!” Broudy exclaims. “Aren’t you kind of young to be drinking alcohol?
“It all depends on if you have anything else besides beer for a friend?” Brian asked still trying to suppress another cough.
“There’s root beer here in the cooler.” Broudy pulls one out and hands it to Brian.
Brian sits down in the chair next to Broudy. He quietly drinks his root beer tyring not to stare at his friend. Broudy looks over to his younger friend and notices that there is a look of concern on his face.
“What’s wrong Brian?” Broudy asked.
“How long have we been friends?”
“I don’t know, maybe five years I guess. Why?”
“You have always been a good friend to a lot of people?”
“I can’t turn away anybody in need?”
“And you have never asked for anything in return.”
“Doing a good deed doesn’t require getting something in return.”
“Well today that is all going to change. Have you ever regretted not being able to do something?
“I did marry early. Not because I had to but because I wanted to.”
“You never talked about this before, do you feel like talking about it now?” Brian could have easily probed his friends mind to find out what he thinking about.
“Did I ever tell you about my Mary?”
“No.”
“She was a kind and thoughtful woman. We first met back in college. I was working towards a degree in sports medicine and she was working to become a doctor.” Broudy sat back in his chair with a forlorn look on his face.
Brian just sat in his in chair listening to his old friend relinquish his life story.
“One day we happened to be working in the same lab on separate projects when I heard her crying. When I asked why she was crying. She told me that she may have to quit at the end of the semester. When I inquired further she said that she was six weeks pregnant with her basterd of an boy friend’s baby. When she told him he was the father he called her a whore and deserted her. She didn’t want to give up the baby so she said that she would have to move back home for parental help. Not wanting to see her miss out on her dream of becoming a doctor I told her that I would help her. Two weeks later we were married. My Mary, God rest her soul, lost the baby due to complications. We found out later that during the delivery she could never bare children ever again. Mary was devastated. I had to take two jobs just to pay for all the hospital bills. Neither one of us went back to college after that. Mary was able to go to night school and became a nurse and I kept the highest paying of my two jobs and started working for the fire department fulltime. I don’t think you ever met my Mary she was looker even back then. I tried to keep myself busy in my flower garden after she passed away but it’s not the same without her.”
“I’ve seen the wedding pictures in your office. You were the best looking couple in the county.” Brian tells his older friend. Even after his kind words of support he could see that Broudy was still sad and lonely.
“Have you tried seeing someone else your own age for companionship?
“The only thing the seniors at the center want to do is play bingo and Gin Rummy.” Broudy’s demeanor sunk deeper into depression. “And all the younger ladies think I’m too old and inattentive to date them”
“I’m sure that they would see you differently if you were to look a few years younger.” Brian thinks to himself. “Although I can’t bring back your wife I can make your life without her a little more bearable. I want to give something back to you for all your selflessness acts of kindness towards others. I will take away the last twenty years and return your body back to its prime.”
“But what will ….?” Broudy was frozen in mid sentence by Brian.
Broudy’s body started to lose some fat around his waist. The salt and pepper hair on his head began to darken and thicken. Brian left just enouh gray at the temples to give Broudy a distingush look as his body regresses back in age.
“You looked so trim and strong in your wedding picture.” Brian stood up in front of his old friend.
Brian made Broudy stand up as well with his beer still in hand while his body continued to change. The sun-etched skin on his face tightened but didn’t lose its tanned completion. As the years drained from his body so did the memories of his Mary. His wrinkled skins tighten atop growing muscles.
“You told me once you use to be able to carry one hundred pounds of hose up three flights of stairs.” Brian started to walk around his friend. “Now you get winded just walking to your car.”
His chest ballooned outward filling out his shirt. His arms swelled and his shoulders broadened. His legs increased in size, doubling their mass, filling Broudy’s uniform. Broudy shifts his stance to make room for his growing legs.
Before Brian made Broudy sit back down in the chair, he changed Broudy’s uniform to conform to his larger body. The top and bottom switched sizes. The top became bigger while the bottom became more tapered. The waist of Broudy’s pants followed suit and conformed to the size of new slimmer abs. The seat of his pants went through some changes as well. Under the baggy seat the flabby ass shrank down to one that was more striated and firm. The material shrank, conforming around the two separate globes. The entire garment, still made of a cotton blend, shrank wrapped around the legs showing all the muscle separations. Brian returned to his chair and sat back down as well.
Brian could see that Broudy was enjoying the fit of his tailored uniform. “The tighter the better you always say. If you get any bigger you’re going have to go back to the tailor.”
“You’re right, I think I need to talk to the tailor again about my uniforms.” Broudy said as he stretched and pulled at his uniform. “They’re getting really tight on my body again.”
“Well that’s what you get for following my workout program” Brian said as he looking at Broudy’s uniform.
Broudy was completely oblivious to the fact that his body was still growing. The shirt was so tight that buttons started to pop off. Underneath the uniform shirt was a v-neck t-shirt stretched tightly across his chest. The dress pants didn’t fare any better. The 32-inch pants rode low around 32-inch hips. A bulge, the size of a Cornish hen, stuck out between two massive thighs. Inch deep separations were created by the material that wrapped tightly around his quads. Below the knees calf muscles had grown out to twice their formal size. Before Broudy knew it his t-shirt started to rip down the middle giving way to the still growing chest below. The massive pecs were covered with the right amount of hair. Broudy’s t-shirt continued to rip downward. At the bottom of the large opening Brian could see the separations in the cobble stone abs.
“Look at yourself now, I told you that the program would work wonders.” Brian said to his friend. “You are now the picture of the perfect male with all your form fitting clothing.”
Brian was enjoying the transformation show that Broudy had just given him and he could see that Broudy had enjoyed it too. The bulge in Broudy’s pants was growing bigger. Brian could see the bulge in Broudy’s pants raise higher. A wet spot began to form in dark fabric. Broudy was about to undo his belt when Joe, one of his crewmen, came out of the high bay door with one of the departments junior fire fighter cadets.
Ten-year-old Matthew had been at the station awaiting their returned. He would often stop by on his way home from school. He loved to just sit and listen to Broudy talk about being a firefighter. During one such visit Matthew told the Fire Chief that he wanted to be a fire fighter when he grew up. Broudy was able to get young Matthew into the Junior Fire Cadet training program.
“Young Matthew has finished cleaning the chrome on the truck Captain Firman.” Joe said sitting the boy down in a nearby chair. He hands the innocent little Matthew a clean rag to wipe the sweat from his brow. “What else would you like our junior fire cadet to do?”
Broudy had forgotten that little Matthew was still around. He quickly composed himself and reached up to re-button but found it was already done. His firefighter uniform now fit him like s second skin. Broudy looked over to Matthew said. “OH! ... Um! ... That’s all cleaning for today Matthew.”
Fortunately Matthew could not see Broudy’s cum soaked pants. I can’t let Matthew me like this. What am I going to do? Just then Broudy struck upon an idea. He “accidentally” spills his beer into his lap. With Matthew nearby Broudy tried not to swear.
“Garsh darn it! Now I need to go change clothes. Why don’t you go back with Joe and get Brian here some more root beer from the fridge. You two can have a nice talk while I’m gone. Brian, this is one of the stations junior fire cadet, Matthew Broadmen. Why don’t you two get to know each other while I change? I have another uniform inside. I’ll be right back.”
“I’ll be glad to talk to such a fine hard working young man.” Brian said with a grin. “You go do what you have to do and we’ll talk about the departmental growth of the fire station later. We will talk amongst ourselves while you’re gone.”
With all the self-control he could muster Broudy walked cautiously into the fire station after young Matthew left. The cold beer did little to quell the erection in his pants. He needs to relive the pressure in his pants before he returns to his friends. In the mean time Matthew had returned with the bottles of root beer and placed them in the cooler. He sat down in Broudy’s empty chair and began drinking from the bottle. After a few awkward minutes Brian spoke first.
“So Matthew, I haven’t seen you at the fire station before. Has your family been in town long?
“Not long, we just moved here about four months. Daddy’s job moves us around lot.
“Do you know what your father does for a living?”
He’s works for the state. He had to go to ... Tal-lee-has-sea for a few days. What does CSI mean?
“Criminal Scene Investigations, Matthew, is your father work for the police department?
“He works for the Fire Department like Mr. Firman. That’s why I want to be firefighter.”
“Is that the only reason you want to be a firefighter?
Young Matthew looked down at the pavement trying not to make eye contact. In a soft voice he began to talk.”Before we moved here my mom and I were at home when the house caught on fire. The fire department came and put the fire out. Daddy said that they still don’t know how it started.”
“Do you know how it got started Matthew?”
“There was a candle and I ...” Matthew stopped talking.
“I’m sure your daddy knows it was an accident. You’re going grow up onto a fine young man because you got morals.”
“What are morals?”
“Did your Daddy teach you wrong from right?”
“Yeah? Wrong is playing with candles and matches.”
“And right is telling an adult when you do something you’re not supposed to.
“Mister Brian sir?”
“Yes Matthew?”
“Do you want to get big like Mr. Firman?”
“Yes Matthew I do.”
“I do to.”
“Would you like to be like Mr. Firman Matthew?”
“I want to be just like him when I grow up.” Matthew said with pride.
“Why?”
“If I was big like him the school bully wouldn’t pick on me.”
“Do the big kids pick on you all the time?”
“Yeah…” Matthew lowers his head. “I’m the smallest one in my class.”
“Do you want to be taller and bigger when you grow up?”
“I want to big like Mr. Firman.”
“Matthew, do you know how tall your father is? Is he as tall as the other fathers?”
“I think so, but to me everyone is tall.”
Brian got a chuckle from Matthew’s last comment. For someone so young he has a grownup sense of humor. I wonder if I should give him a body to match his grownup attitude. “It doesn’t matter. You just might one of those late bloomers.” Brian could see that Matthew was about to ask a question. “That’s someone who doesn’t grow until they get older.”
“Oh?”
“Don’t worry Matthew.” Brian messes up Matthew’s sandy blond hair. “By the time you reach your twentieth birthday you’ll be big and strong like Chief Firman.”
Little Matthew began to get a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach like butterflies. His skin felt like he was getting goose bumps all over his body.
Brian knew that a few words of encouragement would work wonders for Matthew’s self-esteem. “When you grow up you will be six feet tall and you will have two hundred and twenty five pounds of muscles. You will need to be big strong young man to be a firefighter.”
Matthew’s clothes were getting tighter on his ten-year-old body. He began to fidget in his chair. His little body was expanding in all directions.
“Your shoulders will be big and wide. Your arms will have biceps and triceps that are so big that they will hang out from your body. They will be pushed out by your side chest and back muscles as they expand out creating a “V” taper in your torso. Your chest will have pecs that will be the right sizes your young body. They will be void of hair and stick out four inches over your eight pac abs and small waist.”
Little Matthew’s shirt began to rip off his body. His arms filled the sleeves to beyond their limits to hold. His back grew bigger stretching the back of the shirt until it ripped apart. His chest swelled to the point that the buttons on his shirt popped exposing his young masculine chest. His large torso looked out of place on his smaller lower body.
“To support all that upper mass your legs will big and strong too. But they won’t be too big. They will in the right proportion to your upper body. The years of doing track and field will have built them up into columns of strength, just what you need to climb the ladders of the fire trucks.”
The legs of little Matthew began to elongate larger. They went from short and stubby to long and skinny, but not for long. The waist of Matthew’s pants, that had been able to contain its contents until now, began split open and forcing the zipper down the front. A pair growing gluts had started their own opening down the back of the pants meeting with the zipper in the crotch. With his pants in two pieces Matthew only a pair of skintight Spider man under-roos covering his private parts. When his quads started swell, from the top down, the two separate pants legs slid down his legs. There, down around his ankles, his former pants looked like denim leg warmers.
As soon as the legs had finished their transformation, the red and blue underwear changed to a solid blue and stayed just as tight. The blue denim leg warmers changed to a cotton blend and crept back up Matthew’s larger legs. They stretched over bulging calf muscles. The blue material climbed higher over his larger quad and hamstring muscles. The advancing material reached the hip area where the two halves became one again. The back of the pants was the first reform over Matt’s manly ass. As the seam crept around the front a new set of private parts were growing inside Matt’s underwear.
While the pants were reforming below the belt so was Matt’s shirt above the belt. The ripped remains of his shirt hung off his shoulders like tinsel on a Christmas tree. The ribbons of material grew in width and rejoined with its neighbor creating a large vest. As the vest shirt re-buttoned itself the arm opening extended themselves down over Matt’s larger arms. All during the shirts reformation its design changed as well. The final transformation left it as a uniform shirt worn by a cadet of the State Firefighter Academy.
“So Matt, now that you have graduated Fire Fighter School ...” Brian asks taking a drink from his bottle of root beer. “Have you decided where you want to intern?”
Gone was the ten-year-old Matthew. In the chair next to Brian sat a twenty-year-old Matt. His buff body filled out his cadet uniform to the maximum. His sandy blond crew cut topped a face that defied description. His deep blue eyes and cute button nose were framed on either side by high cheekbones. The dark blond goatee surrounded a pair of perfect lips. At that particular time Broudy emerges from the station.
Matt gives Broudy back his bottle of beer. “I’m staying here town with my good friend Broudy.”
“Well Gents? As much as I am enjoying the pleasure of your company, I have to leave. I have to get back home for lunch.” Brian finishes off the root beer and tossed the empty bottle into the recycling bin. I’ll see you two love birds back here later.”
“We aren’t lovers.” Both Broudy and Matt say in unison. “We’re just good friends”
Brian left the station and the two newly changed men behind. He turns around and waves back at his new friends. He noticed several of the other firefighters looking at their bigger Captain. “I think I’ll leave the station with a little gift. Everyone in the station will grow bigger until they are the biggest and best station in the state.”
The rest of the station was busy maintaining the equipment for the station. As part of their training the crew had to know they could rely on the equipment at all times. Paulo Homem De Músculo was in the back of the station during little Matthew’s transformation. Due to Brian’s ability to change reality Matt became the new recruit at the station. Why am I doing this when the newbie should be doing this? Paulo calls out for Thomas. “Hey Thomas where is the new guy?”
Thomas was watching his Captain talk to the new guy to the fire house. Man the newbie is build. I wonder what kind of routine he follows to get that big. He must spend all his spare time in the gym. He didn’t hear his friend come up behind him.
“Earth to Thomas, come in Thomas.” Paulo taps Thomas on the shoulder.
“Huh? What did you say?” Thomas jumped slightly at the intrusion. “He’s with the Chief. You know once he gets his sites on a new crew member you would be hard pressed not to see them together.”
“Yeah, I remember when it was me last year.” Paulo says reminiscing “Who was that guy?”
“I don’t know but he sure is built.” Thomas looked at Brian as he walked away from the station.
“He must pay a fortune on his clothes.” Paulo said.
“I always thought I’d like to be more muscular but now that I see someone that big I’m not so sure.” Thomas said thinking about his long time wish.
“What would be so bad about being big?” Paulo strokes his chin thinking about the possibilities.
Paulo didn’t notice that he was getting bigger all over. The thought of growing bigger was exciting him in ways that he didn’t know existed.
“How could anybody not to be that big?” Paulo grabbed his own crotch absentmindedly. “You would be able to carry all those out of shape civilians that we have to rescue all the time.”
Slowly Paulo was having a change in attitude. Thoughts of doing hours upon hours of weight lifting drifted around his mind. Wearing tight fitting clothing to show his growing muscles became more appealing than having sex. Nothing pleased him more than to show off his large and strong body in his tight uniform.
“Hey Thomas this shift is just about over, care to do some more lifting some weights at the new gym?” Paulo said doing a few poses showing off his body.
“Dude, why wait till then when we have the equipped right here.” Thomas said to his friend.
Thomas had gone through a similar transformation as his co-worker. Now a few inches taller and a hundred pounds heavier, than at the start of his shift, Thomas was as big Paulo. They stood in the door way for the world to see like mannequins in a store window. Their bulging muscles barely contained within their uniforms. Shirts were open down three buttons exposing massive chests. Bulging biceps forced their shirt sleeves up towards their Delts. Traps and Lats created a cobra head back on each of the fire fighters. With their tailored shirts tucked into the tight pants their “V” torsos were evident. Hidden beneath their shirts was rock hard six pack abs. Their thin waists made their quads look even bigger than they actually were. Forced out and up by their quads were packages twice the size of a normal male. It only took them a few minutes to get the entire station evolved with their work out session.
“Have you given any thought to what Matt asked us yesterday?” Thomas asked Paulo spotting him on a bench press.”
Paulo grunted out one more lift before he surrendered to Thomas’s help racking the barbell. “It would be a cheap way of helping out. Besides why not show off all of our hard work.”
Thomas traded places with Paulo and got in position on the bench. He grips the bar and prepares to lift off. His gaze drifts beyond the bar above his head. “Are you sure it’s just your hard muscles you want to show off.”
Everyone in the room started to laugh and make comments about what was going on in Paulo’s pants
“You’re just jealous.” Paulo waves his crotch bulge over Thomas’s face.