Eustace Conquers the World 2
by Jaypat
I still couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Eustace had been such a runt. And now he was a 7 foot tall muscle behemoth. I was watching his impossibly wide back flex and shift as he sorted through the cracked and broken remains of a fiberglass sauna cabinet. Of course it wasn’t a sauna cabinet any more. He’d pulled out the insides and replaced them with a bunch of wires, tube, needles and electrodes, the devices that had changed him.
Damn, he was big. Two great ridges of sinew rose up on either side of his spine, then seemed to broaden out into his ridiculously wide lats which slid around under his skin, like huge tectonic plates of muscle. They were so thick, you could see them protruding from his body starting a few inches above his waist and tapering wider and wider and wider until they merged with his bowling ball shoulders—which I was positive were at least 5 feet from delt to delt.
“This was an unfortunate oversight,” his new deep voice resonated through the room. He picked up a piece of shattered fiberglass and held it up so I could see. “The sauna cabinet seamed like the ideal framework in which to build my device, but in retrospect it was much to small and far too fragile.” To illustrate his point he closed his huge fist on the fiberglass shard. His forearms bulged with powerful sinew as with a cracking, popping and grinding, he crushed the fiberglass into powder. Damn, it was like an old dried up autumn leaf to him. He didn’t even break a sweat.
“You see,” he continued, letting the powder fall from his hand, “as my expanding form ripped through the casing, it caused a rupture in a coolant line.” He pointed to one of the many mangled tubes inside the smashed sauna. “The fluid coursed out and onto a connector causing a short circuit which blew out most of the electrical systems. Of course that’s my fault, too—the shoddy wiring, but I’m not sure I was thinking very clearly.” He paused and looked down as he made his gargantuan pecs bounce. “Incredible sensation,” he said.
Fuck.
“Now, where was I? Oh yes. If I’d had a larger cabinet, the process wouldn’t have ended so prematurely.”
“What do you mean prematurely?” I cried. “You’re fucking massive!”
“Let’s just say I consider the experiment incomplete.”
Fuck me. I could only imagine what I’d be looking at if he’d had a larger cabinet.
Eustace flexed his bicep and admired the impossibly large mass. “You know, Richard,” he said. “I believe my arm may be twice the circumference of yours.”
I couldn’t help staring at his bicep. Holy shit! I think he might be right! Look at the size of that thing! It really might be 32 ripped to fuck inches! And crap, that was the size of my waist! He dropped his arm, but damn I was still staring at it.
“Fortunately, it appears most of the equipment is salvageable.”
“You want to fix it?” I cried.
“Of course,” he said. “But redesign it, is probably more accurate.”
“Why?” I gasped.
“To complete the experiment… and then there’s the debt I owe you,” he said.
“What debt?” I asked.
“I promised you a turn in my device if it worked, and it worked exceedingly well.”
Eustace did a lat spread. Jesus… 5 feet easy.
And now he was talking about doing that to me. Did I want that? I mean an easy 20 pounds was one thing. This was something else. This was life changing. But it was also so fucking hot, and to be that big… fuck yeah. What the hell? I was ready to go for it.
“Unfortunately the device is going to take some work before its ready for another trial. And even that work is going to have to wait on more immediate concerns. First, I believe I shall need a new wardrobe.”
Eustace rummaged through the wreck of his room and uncovered a laundry basket full of clean, folded laundry. He pulled out a pair of boxers. I almost laughed. It looked like a grown man holding up a doll’s clothes. Defying all logic, Eustace tried to pull a pair on. They almost didn’t make it past his bulging, segmented calves, and they shredded like tissue paper as he tried to pull them over his massive granite thighs. He snapped the waistband like a thread as he tore the rag from his legs and tossed it aside. Then his cock got hard.
He tired it again. Only this time, after he shredded the legs, he pulled the waist band up around his huge, hard cock. He closed his eyes and I saw his cock surge with size, push out and rip the band apart. Fuck.
He tried two more times before I realized he didn’t actually believe he could get into his old boxers. He was just having fun destroying them with his gargantuan legs and his mammoth muscle cock.
Of course that was more than I could stand and I was on him again in an instant. At first he just relaxed and let me fondle, throat and probe his huge member, but after he climaxed suddenly things changed. He grabbed me kind of roughly and lifted me into the air like I was nothing.
Then he proceeded to rip the clothes from my body. It hurt a little but it was so fucking hot I didn’t really mind.
He set me down and kissed me, running his hands over my shoulders and arms, and then tossed me onto his bed. I heard it creak and groan as he climbed on top of it, too. It lasted about 10 seconds before it collapsed. Then he positioned himself over me. God, the overwhelming mass of him looming over me was overloading my senses, those huge pecs, those insanely broad, cut shoulders, and those massive ripped arms… Thank God his weight was on the matress, he probably would have crushed me like an egg.
A simple gesture from his head and I knew what he wanted. I turned over and with a shock I felt him enter me. CHRIST! It was intense. I came almost instantly, but not him. He needed more and he began to pump.
There was pain, yes, I felt pain, but oh so much more besides… The feel of that powerful cock thrusting, it was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Damn, he was hurting me, but it was so amazing, so overwhelming; I felt it was overloading my senses, and destroying my mind.
Just when I didn’t think I could take it anymore, he finally climaxed and pulled out. Oh fuck, the pain… God, if he’d been any bigger…
“My God, Richard, you’re bleeding,” he said.
“It’s ok,” I said.
“No, it most certainly is not ok,” he said. “We shall have to be more careful in the future.”
I quickly realized I wasn’t that badly hurt, but it took me a while to convince Eustace and calm him down. But in the end I got him to focus on things he needed to do, like getting some new clothes. A problem I could relate to since Eustace had pretty much destroyed my clothes as well.
Eustace had a pair of baggy shorts he’d gotten for Christmas one year but had never worn. They weren’t nearly baggy enough to cover Eustace’s juggernaut legs, but they just about fit me. They were a little tight, but they worked well enough to get me back over to my house and into my clothes closet.
Eustace presented a little more of a challenge. My dad had an old pick-up truck he let me drive sometimes. I borrowed it to take Eustace to his tailor. He wrapped a beach towel around his middle and tried to get into the cab. It was a tight fit, but he made it. His head was bowed because it was hitting the ceiling and he had to bend his knees so much they were sticking way above the dashboard. Good thing his enormous ripped thighs wouldn’t let his knees get any closer together or they would have been hitting his mammoth pecs. He had the passenger window wide open and let one massive arm and wrecking ball shoulder hang out of it while the other mega striated delt was almost in my face as I sat behind the wheel. It’s just possible that while driving I would be a little distracted.
“Eustace, maybe you should ride in the bed,” I said. “You’d probably be a lot more comfortable.”
“Certainly not. I refuse to make a spectacle of myself, especially now when I’m practically naked.”
“You had no trouble being naked in front of me,” I said.
“You are one thing, Richard. Displaying myself for the general public is something else entirely. You know I pride myself on being well dressed for all occasions, and this scrap of terry cloth, which is hardly enough to cover my genitals, doesn’t qualify. Just imagine what would happen if it started flapping in the breeze. I could become a spectacle.”
I checked out the towel. I had to crane my neck just to look past his shredded basketball-sized bicep to see it. Holy crap, he was right. That bulge was clear and present and no guess work was required. But the rest of him was so densely packed with outrageously developed muscle that I had to wonder if anyone’s eyes would even make it to his crotch.
“Eustace,” I said, “you are now a walking, talking spectacle, an honest-to-God muscle giant. People are going to stare at you from now on no matter what you do. You’d better get used to it. No, you’d better start enjoying it.”
“Oh I assure you I’m enjoying it,” he said, flexing a mammoth pec and messaging it. “I’m enjoying it tremendously. But that doesn’t mean I’m ready to exhibit myself.”
I wondered if Eustace realized his entire gigantic arm was hanging out the passenger window with his meaty hand resting on the roof of the cab. His massive bicep was bulging out in multiple glorious dimensions for all to see. He already was putting on a show. He just didn’t know it.
As we drove along people honked their horns at us as we passed and on more than one occasion I heard someone shout, “Holy shit! Did you see that?”
Once, someone actually came to a screaming halt right in front of us and I had to slam on the breaks. I heard the sound of bending, twisting, snapping metal and for a second I thought I’d hit them. But then I looked over at Eustace and I realized what had happened. When I slammed on the breaks, Eustace had grabbed the cab roof for support and wound up ripping off a large chunk of it. Holy crap, how was I going to explain this to my dad? On the positive side, he didn’t have to bend his neck anymore.
Eustace just sat there staring at the large chunk of roof in his hand and looking embarrassed as hell. “I think it would be best if I rode in the bed,” he said.
When he opened the door and got out there were all kinds of hoots and hollers and whistles, and the occasional, “Holy crap!”
As he climbed into the bed, I felt the truck sink a little, and I started on my way.
People were definitely staring and honking and occasionally shouting. At first Eustace seemed embarrassed by the whole thing. But then I saw one little kid run up along side us while we were stopped at a light, and call, “Hey mister!” The kid made the flexing gesture, and Eustace responded by flexing back. Man, his fucking bicep was half as big as the kid. The look on the kid’s face was priceless. “Whoa,” he said.
From that moment on Eustace began enjoying himself. When people called out, he would wave to them or flex an arm. He got whistles and applause and after a while I began to feel like I was driving a parade float.
We finally arrived at the tailors. The parking lot was small and I couldn’t find a spot. There was almost room, but some guy with a new Lexus had parked it right in the middle of two spots, taking up both of them.
“How inconsiderate.” said Eustace. “Perhaps I could be of some use here.” He hopped out of the bed, making the truck bounce on its shocks.
“Now then, let’s see if all this muscle works as well as it looks and feels.” Eustace squatted down and grabbed the front of the Lexus.
“Jesus, Eustace,” I called. “What the—
“Don’t worry, Richard,” interrupted Eustace, “I’ll remember to lift with my legs.”
That wasn’t exactly what I was going to say, but one look at those immense shredded thighs and my mouth dropped open and no more words would come anyway.
Eustace strained. Fuck, his impossibly wide back was a mosh pit of writhing muscle.
“This is… quite heavy,” he said and suddenly he was actually lifting it up. Holy crap, I couldn’t believe the size of his triceps. Those weren’t horseshoes, those were canyons! And all his massive leg muscles were exploding out, as he moved the front of the car over a few feet and set it down again. Damn.
“Now for the other side,” he said. Then Eustace moved to the rear of the car and repeated his little trick.
“That wasn’t nearly so heavy,” said Eustace, “most likely because the engine is located in the front of the car.”
“Yeah… Yeah, that’s probably it,” I said, my voice cracking. For some reason I was feeling a little dizzy.
But now the Lexus was taking up only one spot. I pulled in next to it, and we went in to see the tailor.
The poor tailor practically fainted at the sight of Eustace, but Eustace took him aside, spoke a couple of quiet words to him. After that he seemed to snap out of it and suddenly the guy had his tape measure out and was running it all up and down Eustace’s massive form. I was seriously tempted to ask him for a copy of the measurements.
I found out later that Eustace had offered to double the tailor’s fees if he didn’t ask any questions. They guy had been more than happy to cooperate.
We ended up hanging around the tailor’s for a long, long time, as Eustace did not have a scrap of clothing, nothing was mass-manufactured in his new mega-size and absolutely everything had to be specially made. He refused to leave until he had a full set of clothing which included underwear, socks, slacks, a shirt and a blazer. Jeeze, if I’d been him, all I’d have wanted to wear would’ve been a tank top and shorts. But Eustace still stuck to his self imposed dress code.
Of course shoes were another matter. There was a cobbler next door—I didn’t even know they still had cobblers—and we went to visit him as soon as the tailor finished Eustace’s pants. Shoes for those feet also had to be specially made and that was going to take a week. The best the guy could do for us was to fashion some rough sandals which were basically soles with some leather straps. Eustace wasn’t happy but he had to make do.
While we were at the tailor’s Eustace spent a lot of the time on the phone, but I wasn’t’ sure who he was talking to. I didn’t ask because it was pretty obvious he wanted to keep it private.
Finally, his clothes were finished and we could go. He had ordered two more complete outfits, but they wouldn’t be ready for days. Just three sets of clothing? That didn’t seem like much. At the time I thought he’d ordered so little because of the outrageous cost, but later I found out he had another reason entirely.
He had them make his first shirt without sleeves. His giant boulder-like shoulders, massive biceps and huge, thick forearms were all amazingly displayed. But when he pulled on his blazer it looked like a regular oxford shirt. But I had the feeling no oxford shirt had ever been filled quite like this. The tailor knew his business. Eustace’s shirt and blazer were cut to deemphasize his mammoth upper body, and those sleeves… I think the tailor could probably have made an entire blazer for me with just the material used for those sleeves. Damn.
Eustace seemed happy with the results, although he did say that wearing clothes was not as comfortable as it used to be.
While Eustace paid for his clothes, I headed out for the truck only to find some guy leaning against it with his arms crossed. This guy was about 30 and some kind of bodybuilder--defiantly bigger than me.
“Hey kid,” he yelled as soon as he saw me. “Are you the little fuck who moved my car?” Jeeze, it must be the Lexus owner. But before I could answer, I heard a booming voice coming from the shop door.
“No, I moved it,” said Eustace, striding over. The sun was in just the right spot so that Eustace’s massive shadow took up half the parking lot. I thought the guy’s jaw would start scraping the pavement. Then Eustace removed his blazer and gave him a good view of his megalithic arms. The Lexus guy looked like he might pass out on the spot.
“You may not be aware of this,” said Eustace, “but your automobile was taking up two complete parking spaces. If I were you, I’d be more careful when parking in the future.”
“Ah, yeah… sure… thanks…thank you very much,” said the guy backing away. Then he hopped in is car and raced away, tires screeching.
“He seemed in a hurry,” said Eustace.
“Yeah,” I laughed, “a huge hurry.”
Eustace asked me drop him off at commercial real estate agent. I offered to wait for him, but he told me he might be a while and that he’d taken up enough of my time.
“You’ll be in school tomorrow?” he asked.
“I wouldn’t miss it,” I replied. “What about your parents?”
“What about them?” asked Eustace.
“What are you going to tell them?”
“I’m going to do something I’ve never done or even considered during the entire course of my life,” he said.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Play dumb.”
“If you want me to be there when you talk to them, I’ll be right next door,” I said.
“Thank you, Richard, I appreciate that, but I could get into some considerable trouble over this and I’d like to keep you out of it.” At that point I really didn’t understand what he’d meant by trouble. I thought he was talking about his parents. God, how naive can you get?
“Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find me,” I said. And then I left him there and went home.
I wasn’t much good for anything else the rest of the day. I kept staring out the window toward the front of Eustace’s house waiting for him to come back. My dad hadn’t noticed the damage to the truck yet. He hardly ever drove it anyway and if I was lucky he wouldn’t see the missing roof for a couple of days, or at least until Eustace’s condition became more generally known. Then my explanation would be a lot more believable.
It was pretty far into the evening when a cab finally pulled up and Eustace pulled himself out of it. It was kind of like one of those clown things where you can’t believe the number of clowns they fit into a car. Only here it was you can’t believe the amount of Eustace they fit into a cab. He made the cab look like a toy. Fuck, he was big. And even though I’d spent the afternoon with him, I’d obviously still not gotten over it.
I watched him go up the walkway and squeeze through his front door. I listened for any sound of shouting or screaming which I felt was unavoidable. But I couldn’t hear a thing, which meant either things went a lot smoother than I expected or his house had really thick walls. It was all I could do to keep from picking up my cell phone and calling him, but I figured I’d better let him have some time with his family. I’d find out tomorrow.
I didn’t actually see Eustace the next morning at school, but I knew he was there. He was all anyone talked about. We weren’t in any of the same classes so all the information I got was second hand. He had apparently shown up that morning with his father so he could verify his identity. Then he had just started going to his classes. He had to stand at the back of the room because he couldn’t fit behind any of the desks, and apparently no one in any of his classes could concentrate. Imagine that. Most kids were saying he had some kind of medical condition like gigantism and no one had noticed earlier because… well, no one ever noticed Eustace. Anyway, they figured what ever condition he had it had hit him really hard and really fast. They had no idea.
I finally caught up with him at lunch. There he was sitting alone in a corner of the cafeteria, looming over everyone else even though he was sitting down. Not only was his table empty, but all the tables surrounding him in every direction were empty.
“Hey Eustace,” I said, sitting across from him. Fuck, he was big. “How’s it going?”
“Richard, perhaps you shouldn’t associate with me,” he said.
“You don’t want me here?” I asked, suddenly hurt.
“No, it’s not that. It’s just things are about to get very rough for me and they might also get rough for anyone who was known to be … my friend.”
I thought he was talking about the kids at school—so fucking naïve. But at the time I remember thinking I couldn’t let him go through this by himself.
“I don’t care about that, Eustace,” I said. “I can’t let you sit alone.”
He looked down at me, smiling like he was slightly amused. “Richard,” he said, “I’ve always sat alone.”
And then it hit me like a ton of bricks. Holy crap, he was right. I remembered seeing him sitting alone all the time at lunch and thinking it was his own fault for dressing and talking like a total geek. Jesus, did he have to become a quarter ton muscle beast before I’d eat lunch with him? What kind of a guy did that make me?”
I guess how I felt must have been pretty plain on my face because he said, “Don’t be too hard on yourself,” as if he could read my mind. “I understand.”
Man, his being so nice about it just made me feel even worse.
“So, how’d it go with your parents,” I said trying to drag my mind away from thinking about what a dick I was.
“After I convinced them of my identity,” he started, “they wanted to take me to the emergency room. You understand I told them I simply woke up this way.”
“And they bought that?”
“What choice did they have? I managed to convince them it wasn’t an emergency and they settled with making an appointment with our family doctor for next week.”
“It sounds like they took it pretty well,” I said.
“Not really,” said Eustace. “My mother was up half the night in hysterics, though my father took it much more calmly. But I must admit I’m not looking forward to that doctor’s appointment. That’s when the situation is bound to get… somewhat complicated.”
“You think he’ll figure out what you did?”
Eustace laughed. “That’s hardly likely. What really concerns me is—”
But I never did find out what really concerned him. Suddenly his face froze in this scary kinda glare and his huge hands clamped down on the table. I heard a crunching and snapping as a large section of the table top broke apart under the tremendous pressure from his mammoth fingers. He was looking at something behind me. But before I could turn to see what it was, he stood up so fast he sent the table and me flying, and before I knew what hit me I was on the floor. I picked myself up and looked. Fuck, that bully Kenny Larkin had just walked into the cafeteria.
Eustace took off his blazer and handed it to me. From everyone’s reaction it was obvious no one had really guessed what he’d been packing away in his sleeves. His massive, ripped biceps were just exploding with barely contained power. His enormous striated shoulders just rippled under his skin like the sea in a hurricane. And his forearms were an unbelievable mass of impossibly thick cords and tendons that just bulged amazingly every time he opened and closed his fists.
And suddenly Eustace was striding across the cafeteria, heading in an unwavering line directly for Kenny Larkin. Now you gotta understand the cafeteria was full of tables, but he just didn’t seem to see them. All he seemed to see was Kenny. Anything else, anything that got in his way, tables, chairs, food, book bags just collided with his juggernaut thighs, flew clear across the room and exploded against the wall in a deafening clatter. He was plowing a path of destruction straight for Kenny, and everybody was scrambling to get out of his way before they got steamrolled.
Kenny, unbelievably, didn’t see Eustace coming until he was half way there. Then he just froze like a dear staring at an approaching tractor trailer—except Eustace was more like a bull dozer. Finally, at the last second, he turned and ran, slamming the double doors behind him. Eustace rammed those doors with one giant fist and they just exploded off their hinges and rocketed half way down the hall in a blast of wood, glass and metal.
Kenny was dead fucking meat.
Without really thinking I rushed after them, still clutching Eustace’s tent of a blazer. They weren’t hard to follow. Eustace was way too big to miss. He filled the corridor all on his own. Fuck, just looking at that incredibly wide, thick back, gave me shivers all on its own.
Kenny apparently had made a bee line for the boy’s room. He wasn’t just a mean son of a bitch, he was stupid, too. And when Eustace burst through that door, he took a bit of the surrounding wall with him. Fuck.
When I got there, Eustace was standing in front of the row of stalls. I can only imagine Kenny had darted into one. He was setting new records for idiocy. Eustace put one meaty hand on either side of a stall door and just spread his arms apart. The stalls on both sides collapsed in opposite directions like dominoes.
Kenny was there, backed right up against the toilet, but that was just about as far as he could go. Eustace picked up the broken stall door, and with his glaring eyes trained on Kenny, proceeded to rip it right in half.
Kenny let out a little scream.
Then Eustace slowly and deliberately, and without ever taking his eyes off of Kenny, unbuttoned his shirt. At the sight of all that muscle, those ripped basketball sized pecs, those cinderblock abs and those lats spreading out impossibly wide behind him, Kenny started to whimper.
Eustace handed me his shirt and then pulled a most muscular, making all his humongous muscles just explode with size and density. Kenny staggered back as if he’d been physically pushed, and fell sprawling on the toilet. That was a good place for him because looking at the stain forming at his crotch, he was taking a piss.
Eustace growled, “If I ever hear—even so much as a whisper—of you bullying some other poor student, I will administer the beating you are so narrowly escaping today. I will flatten you to a pulp, totally, completely and without a shred of mercy. Do you understand me?”
Kenny just lay there whimpering.
“DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?” bellowed Eustace.
“Yes,” squeaked Kenny.
Then Eustace turned his ridiculously broad, muscular back on Kenny and proceeded to put on his shirt and blazer.
I looked over at Kenny shivering on the toilet and couldn’t help thinking that if I’d been Eustace, I wouldn’t have been nearly as generous. They’d probably have to call the janitor in with a spatula to scrape Kenny off the floor.
Then the bell rang.
“Richard,” said Eustace, turning to me, “Would you meet me out in front of the school at the end of the day, I have a favor to beg of you.”
“Sure,” I said, and then, without another glance at the sniveling bully wallowing on the toilet, we both headed our separate ways to class.
After school I waited for Eustace, but he didn’t come. I waited and waited. After an hour the place was pretty much deserted and I figured he wasn’t coming. I was just about to head for home, when he finally emerged from the front door.
“Thank you for waiting, Richard,” he said. “I apologize for being late. But I was detained over that incident with Kenneth Larkin.”
“They gave you detention?”
“Actually, I’ve been suspended.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes,” he said. “Let’s start home. I have an exceptionally busy evening ahead and I require your assistance once again.”
We walked quite a ways without saying anything. Then, when we were almost home, Eustace finally blurted out, “Amazing, isn’t it? All the times he tracked me down and beat me into a bloody mess, they hardly did anything about it. The one time I was the aggressor I’m suspended, even though I left him without a scratch.”
“Yeah, but to be fair I don’t think Kenny ever tore doors apart with his bare hands or ripped down toilet stalls.”
Eustace’s lip curled up in half smile, and I saw him bend his arms at his sides and flex them. I could tell he was feeling those massive boulder-like biceps bulging up inside his sleeves and loving it. “No, he didn’t, did he?”
“I’m telling you, Eustace, I think they just plain terrified of you.”
“They did seem unaccountably nervous during the entire suspension procedure.”
“And you don’t seem all that upset about getting kicked out either.
“In truth, it may have been a fortuitous happenstance. I will put the time to very good use.” He paused for a moment and then said, “Please meet me in my driveway with your father’s truck.”
“When,” I asked?
“Right away.”
I went around and got my father’s truck. I backed it into his driveway and a minute later, Eustace appeared carrying a huge tarp-covered object in his bulging arms. It was about half as high as he was and just about as wide, and he carried it as if it were as heavy as an overlarge beach ball. He placed it in the bed of the truck, and then squeezed into the cab next to me.”
“Where to?” I asked.
“I’ll direct you.”
Eustace led me through the industrial section of the city, to a disused warehouse surrounded by a lot of other disused warehouses. Getting out of the truck, he produced the key, opened the lock and slid back the giant doors.
“What is this place?” I asked.
“I need a larger space where I can work uninterrupted.” said Eustace.
I drove the truck inside, where Eustace proceeded to remove the object from the bed.
“What is that?” I asked.
He pulled the tarp off and suddenly I was looking at Eustace’s destroyed sauna device. It looked in even worse condition than I remembered. Besides the top and sides having been blown out, the seat had been crushed, half the wires were broken and all the tubing was mangled.
“That’s in pretty rough shape,” I said.
“Yes,” he said, “I’ll probably wind up throwing most of it away. Its components are far too inadequate for what I have in mind, anyway.”
“What you have in mind?” I asked.
“Redesigning and rebuilding the device so that I may complete the experiment,” answered Eustace as if I’d just asked the most obvious question in the world.
It took me a second but then I remembered what he’d said about when his muscles had ripped out of the sauna and broken the thing. The experiment wasn’t finished yet. I’m not sure, but I think I gasped. “Holy shit, dude, you still want to get bigger?”
Eustace stripped off his blazer revealing those fucking massive arms of his. He flexed his right arm at his side and I thought he was going to start drooling as he watched it explode with impossible size and incredible definition.
“I don’t know if I can explain what this has been like for me, Richard,” he said, pumping his arm to make his gargantuan shredded bicep blow up to even greater dimensions. “It’s as if I was never truly alive before yesterday, just a worm groveling in the dirt. Then I stepped into that cabinet and I was reborn, suddenly, unexpectedly, even violently, remade into a massive god-like thing of iron flesh. My body exploded with size, power and beauty in a way I never imagined it could.” He took one large hand and caressed that rippling boulder on his upper arm. “And now my life is so different.”
“Did you see me today, Richard? Did you see me in the cafeteria, my powerful muscled legs crushing everything in their path, my unstoppable arms, exploding with sinew, reducing doors into splinters, and my incredible body making that cretin squirm in a puddle of his own urine with just the thought of what it could do to him, with just the sight of these colossal muscles?” Eustace paused to flex his other gargantuan bicep and admire it. “I have already left the worm so far behind, but I have to move forward,” he continued. “I have to find out how far I can take this.”
Fuck, I was getting hard just listening to him. But even now I didn’t like hearing him talk down about himself. “Eustace,” I said, “you were never a worm.”
“Oh? What would you call it, Richard, that soft, feeble, shapeless thing I used to be? You remember the night of our first workout? Do you remember what you said to me? How only an uber stud could turn your head, and that was not me.”
Oh, fuck, I really had said that, hadn’t I?
“Well, look again, Richard,” he said unbuttoning his shirt, releasing his mammoth pecs and his iron abs. “Is it me now?”
I knew my mouth was hanging open but I couldn’t help myself. Then he dropped his pants past those ripped, bulging monolithic legs and I was fuckin‘ lost. In under a second I was pulling down his underwear. He was already hard when I got to him.
If he’d been any bigger I wouldn’t have been able to get him in my mouth. As it was, it was a challenge to keep from gagging. And man, it was so fucking hard, like steel. Had it been this hard yesterday?
As I mouthed and tongued and licked him, Eustace started running his hands through my hair and rubbing my shoulders while he made several low guttural moans. In a matter of minutes it was over and I found myself once again knocked on my butt buy his erupting muscle cock.
I looked up at him panting above me, his gigantic chest heaving in and out with each ponderous breath. “Fuck me, Eustace,” I said. “Fuck me now. Fuck me hard. I want to feel that muscle cock inside me.”
“No, Richard,” he said, shaking his head. “I’d hurt you again. I couldn’t bear it if I hurt you.”
“I don’t care,” I said. “It doesn’t matter.”
“It matters to me,” he said. “Just wait. One day soon, it won’t be an issue.”
I wanted to beg with him, to plead with him, to tell him I was tough and I could take it. But one look at the determined face and I knew I would be wasting my breath.
Then he pulled on his underwear and his pants, but he left his shirt off.
“You should probably go now. I have work to do.”
And then I noticed the warehouse was not empty. There were spools of electrical cable, stacks of pipes, steel tubing, and crates labeled medical supplies. And suddenly what Eustace was planning to do seemed startlingly real.
“Jesus, Eustace, I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“I’m not sure I do, Richard. But when I find out, you’ll be the first to know.”
Eustace made me promise not to tell anyone about the warehouse. In fact, he told me to forget I’d ever been there. Since it was very hard for me to be around him, looking at him and knowing I couldn’t be with him, and since he’d said he had a lot of work to do, I decided to hop in my truck, go home and leave him to do it.