The Sitter (musc)
by Jaypat
“Now remember, Tony,” said Dr. Zaster, “He’s not to play with his X-box and no TV past 7. And Joey is to be in bed by 8.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said. I had babysat the Zaster kid before. He was a royal brat, but at least his parents knew it.
“Make sure he takes his medicine,” continued the Doctor. “And if he gives you any trouble about going to bed, you have my permission to pick him up and carry him there.”
“Ok,” I said. That’s why the Zasters always had guys baby sit their kid. They needed someone physically strong enough to make the spoiled little monster go to bed. And why did I sit for the little brat you might ask? Because the Zasters paid really, really well and opportunities for a 16-year-old to make $200 in a single evening were few and far between. But they could afford it. Dr. Zaster was some famous scientist and he worked on a lot of secret stuff. So secret, in fact, I actually had to have a background check before I was allowed to sit for his kid. And he was so well regarded that the company he worked for actually built him a lab next to his home. It’s kind of funny when you look at it, because the lab was actually bigger than the house. It looked more like the house was built onto the lab rather than the other way around.
“A couple of technicians are coming over tonight to check out some equipment that has been acting capriciously,” said Dr. Zaster. “So, I’m going to give you a key to the lab. Now it is not to leave your possession and under no circumstances are you to allow Joey into the lab. He’s been sneaking in there a lot recently and it’s far too dangerous for an 8-year-old. Just use it to let the technicians in. It will lock automatically when they leave. Is that understood?”
“Sure,” I said.
“Good,” he answered. Then he picked up little Joey, gave him a hug and said. “Now you behave yourself, young man, and do what Tony tells you.”
“Yes, daddy,” he said, looking for all the world like a little cherub.
Then Dr. Zaster left and I was alone with the little tyke.
“What would you like to do, Joey?” I asked. He was already dressed in pajamas that looked like a race car driver uniform. They were actually pretty accurate too—except for the feet. And they were designed to go with his race car shaped bed.
“I want to play on my X-box,” he said.
“You heard your dad,” I said sternly. “You can’t play on your X-box.”
“I don’t care,” he said. “I’m going to play anyway.” And then he headed for the living room.
I was after him like a shot and before he could even turn on the TV I had unplugged the X-box and removed the power cord.
“No X-box,” I repeated.
He tried to jump and grab the power cord from my hand. I easily held it out of his reach. Then the little brat kicked me. It really didn’t hurt, and when he saw that it didn’t affect me, he shouted, “It’s not fair that I have to do what you say just because you’re bigger than me!”
“Fair or not, kid,” I said, “that’s the way it is; so get used to it.”
Then Joey proceeded to throw a full blown temper tantrum, crying, pounding on the floor, and kicking. He’d done this before and I was kind of used to it. I just sat there and watched him, making sure he didn’t injure himself.
When he was done, I looked down on him and asked, “Now do you want to watch some TV or would you rather go to bed right now?”
“Watch TV,” he said sniveling.
Good, that might keep him quiet for a while. No sooner had I turned on the TV then the technicians arrived.
I let them in the house and then swiped the card key to let them into the lab. When the door opened I gasped. The lab was huge with thick concrete walls and the door turned out to be reinforced steel. These guys weren’t kidding around. The technicians went in and I was just turning around when I saw Joey run past me and into the lab.
“Joey!” I called and went after him. He tried to lose me but I was too quick for him. I grabbed him by the arm.
“Let me go! Let me go!” he cried. “I can go anywhere I want in my own house and you can’t stop me!”
“Obviously I can,” I said. “Now you can go back to the TV or you can go to bed. Which will it be?”
“TV,” he said looking at the ground.
“Fine,” I said and I walked him back out of the lab and over to the TV.
The technicians weren’t there half an hour and when they were done they let themselves out.
7 o’clock rolled around and I told him it was time to turn the TV off.
“No,” he protested.
“If I let you watch TV until bed time, will you promise to go to bed right at 8?”
“Yes,” said Joey, not looking me in the eye. I could tell he was lying but what was I going to do?
This was a little trick Dr. Zaster had taught me. He really didn’t mind if Joey watched TV right up until bed time. But if Joey thought he was getting to watch TV when he wasn’t supposed to, it would keep him quiet. It always worked and this evening was no exception.
Of course when bed time arrived I was prepared for the usual battle, but Joey had a surprise or two in store for me.
“Time for bed, Joey,” I said as the clock struck 8.
“Ok,” he said.
“What?” I said. “You’re really going to go to bed?”
“Sure,” said Joey, “just as soon as I have my medicine.”
“I went into the bathroom to get his medicine but it wasn’t in the cabinet. Then I saw it. Or rather I saw the bottle. Apparently it had “fallen” into the sink, the top had “accidentally” come off and the contents had all run out.
“That’s not going to work, Joey. You’re still going to bed,” I said as I walked back into the room.
“I can’t without my medicine,” said Joey.
“Well there is no medicine so you’ll have to go to bed without it,” I said.
“I can’t!” he said. “I’m supposed to take my medicine!”
“There isn’t any,” I said.
“Yeah, there is,” said Joey. “I know where my dad has some in the lab. I’ll just go get it.”
“That’s not going to work either,” I said. “You’re not allowed in the lab.”
“Fine,” said Joey. “You get it.”
I paused for a minute trying to figure out what he was up to. His suggestion was far too reasonable not to have a hidden motive. But I couldn’t figure out what it was.
“Ok, I will,” I said.
I went to the lab door, used the key card and swiped myself in. There were a lot of bottles in that lab.
I looked back at the door and there was Joey walking through it.
“Stay out of the lab!” I said. And to my surprise he stopped. “Which is your medicine?” I asked.
“It’s the one with U384B on the label,” he said.
I looked on the lab bench and sure enough there was one labeled U384B. I grabbed it and took it back to Joey making sure to lock the lab door behind me.
“Ok, here it is,” I said holding the small bottle towards him. “Is this it?”
“Yeah, that’s it,” he said grabbing the bottle away from me, opening it and greedily swallowing the whole thing down in several large gulps.
“Are you sure you should take that much?” I asked, my voice cracking. “Shouldn’t it be a teaspoon or something?”
“Ha!” he said, dropping the empty bottle to the floor. “I fooled you! This isn’t my real medicine. This is my daddy’s special muscle medicine!” He wiped the residue from his mouth with his sleeve and then flexed his little boy arms.
“Muscle medicine?” I asked.
“Yeah, stupid head!” he said. “It’s what he’s been making in his lab. It makes you get real big muscles. I heard him talking.”
“Yeah, ok, whatever,” I said. “No more games, Joey. You need to go to bed.”
“No, I don’t” he said. “Now that I’m gonna get real big muscles I can do whatever I want.” He checked out his flexed arms as though he expected them to be huge, but of course they were just little kid arms.
“You are going to bed!”
“No!”
“Ok,” I said. “You asked for it.” I grabbed the little monster and threw him over my shoulder. Whoa, he was heavier than I thought. And solid too. This was one sturdy little kid.
“Let me down!” he shouted. “Let me down or you’re gonna be sorry!” And he started twisting and hitting me and kicking me.
I started making my way toward his room and as I did it seemed that his punches and kicks were getting harder and harder.
When I finally got him to his room they were actually starting to hurt.
I set him back down on the ground and glared back up at me with an evil little grin. “You are going to be so sorry you did that,” he said. Then he flexed his arm and I watched a little muscle ball up inside that pajama sleeve of his. “See?” he said.
Damn, was that there before? I guess it had to have been. He definitely had some muscle there. Pretty good for a kid his age.
He relaxed his arm. “I can feel it getting bigger,” he said.
He flexed again. Damn, his bicep actually did look bigger this time. Was that fucking possible? He relaxed and flexed again and this time I knew it was larger.
“Holy fuck!”
“That’s right,” he grinned up at me. “I heard daddy say one swallow would give a regular guy big muscles and I drank a whole bottle! So now I’m gonna get really, really big muscles. Watch.”
Then he arched his arms out to his side, clenched his teeth and began making growling noises at me. “Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr,” he said. He looked like he was straining, trying to flex his entire body at once. “I can feel it working. Are you watching?” “Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.” Fuck, I could see cords and tendons beginning to stand out on his neck. “Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr,” he said. “Wow! I can feel it happening.” And then suddenly he just started expanding. “GRRRRRRRRRRRR! It feels REAL good!” His chest swelled out, he shoulders broadened, and his back got wider. “Yeah! Look at me!” His whole body just seemed to get thicker and heavier, pulling that stretchy jammie cloth tight around it. And suddenly, he looked like a little tank standing there. He had little pecs, bulgy shoulders, little lats, small lumpy traps, the works, just in miniature.
“Yeah!” he shouted, and he flexed. Proportionally he looked pretty fucking big His arms probably weren’t more than 10 inches around, but damn, he was just a kid, not much over 4 feet tall, and he was stretching those sleeves of his. Fuck, I could hear threads snapping.
“See?” he said. “Now I’ve got big muscles!”
He lifted up his shirt front and holy fuck! He had a six pack! An eight-year-old with a six pack, how ridiculous was that? Damn, I wondered if there was any more of that stuff lying around. I wouldn’t mind trying a swallow or two myself.
“Now I’m going to go play my x-box,” he said and started to stride past me for the door.
I didn’t care how big he’d gotten. And yeah, he was one crazy big, muscular kid. But he was still a kid. I was twice his age and more than a foot and a half taller than him. I had some decent arms of my own, bigger than his. And I had a six pack, also bigger than his.
I reached over and grabbed him and said, “No, you’re going to bed. I don’t know what’s happened to you but your parents can deal with it when they get home.” Man, holding on to him was a lot harder this time. And he put up a struggle.
Still he was no match for me and in a minute I had him up on his bed. But as soon as I let go he hopped off again.
“Joey, go to bed!”
“No!” he glared up at me.. “And you can’t make me!”
“Obviously I can,” I said.
“Not for long,” he said. “I can feel it. I’m getting bigerrrrrrrrrrrrr.” And then I heard a loud RIIIIIIP RIIIIIIP as his feet tore out of his footed jammies. Damn those were some big feet. And as I watched I saw his ankles thicken and his torn PJ bottoms slowly ride up his swelling calves as his legs lengthened. “Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrowing” His calves swelled out to the size of tennis balls. His thighs doubled in size stretching his bottoms to the limit. “Hahahaha.” His torso was lengthening too, causing his top to ride up and expose his six pack which was now looked carved into his stomach. I heard another RIP RIP as the seams on his shoulders gave way to huge, bulbous delts, and I heard countless snapping threads as his bulking torso stretched his top to the breaking point. And was he getting taller! I watched him stretch up and up until… Holy crap, he’d shot up a foot! He was only a few inches shorter than me now and he was built like a tank. Damn.
“YES!” he shouted and flexed. This time, huge rock hard peeked biceps erupted out of his sleeves. Damn, look at those things. Most guys my age didn’t even have arms that big. His jammie sleeves were way too small now. The cuffs only went half way down his thick corded forearms and they looked like they were on the verge of flying apart.
His baseball sized pecks and broad shoulders and wide back were pulling that jammie top tight across his heaving muscular torso. His cobblestone abs were just popping out of his stomach and his legs were thick bulging masses practically exploding out of those flimsy jammie bottoms. He was a little beast!
“Try and stop me now!” he roared and he rushed me.
He hit me like a fucking half back and I hit the ground. He came down on top of me and the fight was on. Jeeze, that kid was every bit as strong as I was now, but I knew a few things about wrestling and he was totally inexperienced.
In just a couple of minutes I had him pinned underneath me.
“You are so dead,” he grinned up at me and then I felt him shifting beneath me. Fuck he was growing again! I felt his chest bulging up bigger into rock hard globes. I hopped off him and he put his back to me as he rolled over to get up. His back was turning into big plates of muscle shifting beneath his top and getting wider and wider until RIIIIIIIP, his jammie top exploded into shreds and I could see the carved slabs of ripped muscle undulating across his thickening back. He put his hands on the floor to hoist himself up and I saw ridiculous triceps erupt from his sleeves turning them in to useless flaps of cloth dangling at his sides. And as he got up I heard more tearing as his bottoms were being torn apart by huge, bulging hams and quads.
“ARRRGGGHHHH!!! I feel like a monster!” he roared and rose to his feet. Fuck he was huge, at least six feet tall. Damn, he was taller than me! …and all that fucking muscle! He turned toward me and I thought I was going to pass out on the spot. His pecs were enormous. They’d torn apart the front of his jammies and were thrusting out at least eight inches in front of him. His abs had become bricks. His shoulders were twice as broad as mine with huge delts nestled above softball sized biceps. His neck was as thick as my leg and disappeared into ridiculous traps. And his quads were ripped and segmented and just gigantic!
“What the matter, Tony? You look scared,” he chuckled in that little boy voice of his that seemed so out of place on that huge body. He looked down on his ridiculously muscular frame and grinned. Then he brought up his arms in an incredible double bi.
“I’ve got really big muscles now!” he said, and then his eyes went wide and suddenly he was growing again. “ARRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!” he shouted as he shot up and up while his muscles got bigger and bigger and his frame got wider and wider. What was left of his jammies blew apart and wound up in useless heaps on the floor.
“Yeah! YEAH! YEAHHHHH!” he kept shouting as he continued to expand.
His pecs swelled into basketballs. “YEAHHH!” his shoulders became cannonballs. “OH YEAH!” His biceps were like giant inflating footballs exploding out of his lengthening arms.
By the time he stopped his head was hitting the ceiling. There he stood, massive chest heaving, huge bulging arms arched out at his sides. His pecs were two gigantic globes of striated flesh, sticking out about two feet in front of him overshadowing a range of eight massive muscle bricks exploding out of his stomach and rippling in and out and he breathed. His back spread out behind him, twice as wide as a door and about five times as thick. And his legs were two monstrous pillars, as thick around as an oil drum, with all the massive muscle groups visibly writhing and twisting with the slightest move. And every vein, every striation of every muscle group was clearly defined beneath his skin.
His impossibly thick neck was now bent slightly over because he was too tall for his eight foot ceiling and he was so wide with heaving, bulging, massive muscles he took up most of his bedroom.
“Go ahead,” he said, his little boy face grinning evilly down at me from the top of that impossibly massive body, “try and put me to bed now!”
Fuck, he wouldn’t fit in his bed now. He practically didn’t fit in his room!
He tried to pull another double bi but he was so wide, his massive arm hit the wall and WHAAAMMM took half of it out.
“Oh oh,” he said. “Look what you made me do. You’re being very bad and now I’m going to have to put you to bed.”
He reached down and grabbed me with one massive hand. His grip was like iron and I watched his gigantic forearms bulge impossibly thick as he lifted me like I was nothing!
“Hey you make a good toy!” he said and suddenly he was waving me around like I was an action figure.
“Stop it!” I shouted. “Stop it!”
“Oh, you don’t want to play? Then I guess you’ll have to go to bed.”
As he turned around to put me in the bed, he brushed the wall with one of his wrecking ball shoulders and put another hole in it. He didn’t even seem to notice.
“Now you be good,” he said, placing me in the bed and pulling the covers over me. “Stay here or I’ll have to give you a spanking.”
A spanking? I wasn’t sure I’d survive that. As soon as he let go of me I did what any intelligent human being would do: I ran for it.
“Hey come back here!”
As soon as I got to the living room I paused. I could here him back in his room. I could tell he was having trouble getting through the door. That gave me a second to think. What should I do? Where could I go?
CRAAAACK! Fuck, he must have ripped right through the doorframe! I could feel the floor shaking as he approached. Damn, I had seconds.
Then my eyes landed on the lab door. The lab was protected by reinforced steel! I still had the keycard in my pocket. I pulled it out and swiped it.
KA THOOOM! The doorway behind me exploded! And there he stood, 8 feet tall, massive chest heaving, covered in plaster dust with impossibly huge boulder-like muscles erupting out all over him.
“I’m so big and strong now nothing can stop me!” he shouted.
Fuck! I jumped through the lab door and quickly closed it behind me.
“That won’t work!” I heard him call and then THUUUUMP! I heard his fist on the door. The whole building shook! Damn, that wasn’t going to hold him for long! What did I do?
And then I saw it. It was a shelf, a shelf just filled with little bottles like the one I’d got for Joey.
THUUUUMP! The building shook! Crap! There was a dent in the door.
I grabbed one of the bottles. The label read U384B just like the one Joey had drunk.
THUMMP!
I really had no other choice, I told myself. If I wanted to live I really needed to do this – not that I wouldn’t have done it under different circumstances, but…
THUMP!
Crap! I downed the bottle. Then I downed another one just in case.
ARRRRGGHHH” I shouted, as the sensation ripped through me! It felt like every muscle in my body had been blasted with energy, just radiated with it to the point of exploding, and it felt incredible, so good! And then it started to happen. I felt my muscles began to harden, and damn, they were getting thicker and heavier, too. And I could hear a weird thick, stretching sound. Fuck, it was working. I was getting bigger. Damn, I could feel it…bigger and it felt FUCKING AMAZING! “OOOHHHAHHHH!” I cried.
I flexed my arms and almost gasped as they bulged up hard and huge. Holy shit. And my biceps kept growing larger and harder, becoming enormous, granite-like masses and I could feel the sleeves getting tighter and tighter around them.
My legs, oh fuck, my legs. I could feel my hamstrings and quads bulking up, getting huge and hard. They felt like living pulsing rock, filling my pants, making the heavy cloth feel like tissue next to them. And, as my huge expanding quads pulled my pants tight around them, I could see the different muscles separating out and taking shape beneath the cloth. I could feel they were just as dense as fucking cement and exploding with power.
And then the seams in my pants started popping. Oh fuck. The thick fabric started ripping, tearing, flying apart, as my mammoth quads forced their way out into the open. So fucking huge, so fucking strong. “ARRRGHHHHHH!” I shouted. I felt so good, so powerful, like a fucking beast.
I flexed my legs and I felt the muscles were still growing, getting thicker, bulging up. And I could see it too. Holy crap. My legs were getting longer and wider, the muscle fibers were becoming visible, pushing up and out beneath the skin, increasing in size. With every beat, I felt the pounding strength in them increase as they kept getting longer, thicker, and more ripped. Oh man, the feeling was overwhelming, they felt so strong and they looked beastly!
And it wasn’t just my legs. I could feel my entire body expanding, changing shape. My shoulders stretching out broader, my torso was getting thicker, beginning to pulse and swell as it bulged out with muscle. My shirt was getting uncomfortably tight, even around my midsection where my abs were growing. I could feel the skin kind of shrinking in around the hard, boulders of sinew. Damn. I could even see them through my strangulation tight shirt. I had developed a bulging 8 pack. And the muscle tapered beneath a net of veins from my abs down to my crotch, still barely covered by the last remains of my pants.
“FUCK!” I shouted as my thighs bulged out thick and hard to new dimensions, and I felt my chest and back growing more powerful. Threads were snapping. My t shirt—tearing, My shoulders, my arms, they were getting huge. Grapefruit sized hard muscles blossomed out, feeling like lead on my arm. I flexed. My sleeves exploded around them. Fuck. I grabbed one. It felt solid and heavy under my fingers. It was fantastic.
And Fuck. I had gotten taller, way taller. I felt so fucking strong. I passed my hand over my midsection. My eight pack was totally ripped and so fucking defined. It practically pushed its way out of my stomach. My torso had stretched and expanded so that my shredded t-shirt now only covered a small portion of its mass. My chest was two rock hard boulders and my shoulders were becoming cannon balls, thick, heavy, and powerful. Oh yeah! Just like Joey, I was becoming a fucking monster! And just like he had done, I knew I wasn’t finished yet!
Oh fuck. Oh fucking fuck. I could feel it building. The swelling power in my body made me feel like I was going to ignite. “AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!!” I shouted as I started to shake with the sensation, and then, it started fucking happening. Just like with Joey, I began to explode with size. My shirt disintegrated and my underwear blew apart as enormous pecs, lats and gluts just burst out of me.
I felt myself stretching toward the ceiling and expanding outward, as massive rock-hard muscles just roared out from my body. It felt like all over me boulders were erupting up under my skin, stretching out and covering every inch of my frame with unbelievable power. In seconds, I was so fucking huge and hard and solid all over. I felt like a walking mountain. My body was a mass of veiny hills and valleys, one huge, bulging mound just rolling into another. My slightest move caused even the smallest of them, to furiously expand under my skin, giving me command of what felt like limitless power. I felt so fucking good, like I could do anything. I flexed my arm; the motion, the sensation, all completely different now.
“AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!!” I shouted as I started to shake with the sensation, and then, it started fucking happening again. My body began to erupt with mass. I felt myself breaking through the ceiling and expanding outward in every direction as massive rock-hard muscles just burst out of me. My enormous pecs just doubled in size and the doubled again, so hard and solid and powerful. I felt my arms being pushed out further and further from the side of my body while at the same time they grew impossibly dense with thick woven sinew. My biceps alone were now bigger than my entire body had been just a few minutes ago. Behind me I could feel my lats and gluts bloating with mass. My eight pack exploded into ten enormous rock-hard bulges, barely contained by my skin. It felt like all over me boulders were erupting up under my skin, stretching out and covering every inch of my frame with unbelievable power. My shoulders were so wide and mammoth they were starting to take out walls. I was so fucking wide and massive I took up half the second floor. I was still standing on the 1st floor but my head was hitting the fucking 2nd floor ceiling. Fuck. I had to be every inch of 16 feet tall, and the building was coming down around me.
I felt like a fucking mountain. My body was a rock-hard mass of veiny hills and valleys, one huge, bulging mound just rolling into another. My slightest move caused walls to crumble. I felt so fucking good, like I could do anything.
I flexed. Fuck. My bicep was beyond massive! It had a split head and was as big around as a truck tire with a vein thick as a garden hose snaking around it. I could hardly believe it was mine. But it was. I could feel every solid, powerful inch of it blasting out of my arm.
And my shoulders had become great rolling globes of striated flesh, growing up from my biceps and connecting with my thick, bulging traps and my ponderous chest, which now stuck out so far in front of me I had to bend a little to see the floor.
And that’s where I saw big little Joey. He was staring way up at me with wide and frightened eyes. I looked down at him and scowled.
“And now young man,” I said. “You are going to bed!”
END