Teen Cousins

This is one story. It's really long and took me several months to write. I divided it into 7 parts for posting here. You should definitely read them in order. Enjoy, and let me know what you think. With thanks to Patrick for suggesting the idea for this story.

Part 1

Andy and Justin were cousins. They were both 15 years old, born just one week apart. Despite being relatives, they couldn't have been more different from each other. Andy was fat. Very fat. In fact, he was considered to be medically obese. He had always been fat as a kid, and as he grew into a teenager, he just kept putting on the fatty pounds. At 5'11" he weighed 250 pounds and it was all fat. He had dark brown hair and brown eyes. His face was covered by so much fat you really couldn't make out his features very well. Because he was so big and awkward, he never played any sports or really got any exercise at all. He went to school, came home, studied and played on his computer, and went to bed, all the while eating lots of junk food at every opportunity. He was a very good student, getting "A's" in all of his classes. But he really didn't have any friends at school, just a few outcasts like him---the nerds.

He got teased all the time by the other kids, especially the jocks. Those muscular, athletic, good looking studs---the kids who ruled the school---loved to come up to Andy and tease him, mentally and physically. They would grab a big roll of fat with their fingers and squeeze. "Feels like fuckin' Jello" yelled Brock, the jock who was squeezing Andy's fat, as the strong muscles in his forearms squeezed his thick fingers together, squishing Andy's fat between them like butter. Bolts of pain shot through the poor nerd's body. The jock didn't care. He just liked the feeling of that fat being crushed by his strong fingers. The jock's friends laughed uproariously as the bowl full of Jello was tormented by the strong muscles of their jock friend. And Brock wasn't finished tormenting the fat nerd. He reached up and squeezed Andy's upper arm, placing his fingers on the puffy fat where Andy's bicep should be. "Flex," he ordered. Andy tried to flex his arm but there was nothing there. No muscle at all. Just fat. Brock laughed as he squeezed his fingers into the fat. "Fuckin' mush," he said as his muscular forearms bulged and his thick fingers drove deep into Andy's upper arm. Andy started crying from the pain. Tears were running down his fat cheeks. "Stop, please stop," he pleaded. Brock looked up at his tear-covered face and squeezed even harder. "Fuckin' wuss," he said with sheer contempt. "You're such a fat pig you deserve to get hurt by us jocks. You're just a big fat toy for us to play with. You ain't shit." As he said "shit" he gave Andy's arm a final vicious squeeze and then let go. Andy's arm was throbbing with pain. He grabbed his fat arm with his other hand and hurried away. All the jocks were laughing hard as Andy's big butt waddled away. Brock flexed his baseball bicep and tried to squeeze it himself. "Hard as a fuckin' rock," he said, looking approvingly at the bulging muscle. "That's what an arm should feel like. Our bodies are hard. Hard and strong." All his friends yelled in agreement and then they gave each other high fives. They ruled.

Another time, Steve, another one of the jocks, punched Andy in the gut, just to feel his fist bury itself into the thick fat. Andy buckled over in pain. He had no ab muscles at all. Steve's fist felt like a pile driver as it smashed deep into his gut. The jock laughed. "Jesus, what a bunch of flab," he jeered. "Just a bunch of fuckin' whale blubber." Then the jock pulled up the bottom of his own tee shirt, exposing a tan eight-pack washboard of solid muscle. Andy's eyes widened as he saw the rippling muscles of the Steve's abs. Then the jock held on to the shirt with one hand, made a fist with his other hand and smashed that fist as hard as he could into his own abs. There was a loud smacking sound as his fist bounced off the rock-hard wall of muscle like it had hit a brick wall. Andy stared in disbelief. The jock smiled arrogantly, grabbed Andy's hand and rubbed it up and down over his steel-hard corrugated ab muscles. Andy couldn't believe what he was feeling. The muscle felt like warm marble. A steel-hard washboard of muscle flexing and pulsating under his fingers. He could feel each incredibly hard ridge and crevice of those abs as the jock forced his fingers up and down his eight pack, the throbbing muscles covered by skin that was a thin as paper. "That's what a gut should feel like, fat-boy. Those hard mothers could hardly feel that punch. They can take any dude's punch. Unlike you, fat-boy. You're pathetic." At that, he pulled back his right arm and made a fist. Andy watched in horror as Steve twisted his fist, flexing his bulging forearm muscles for all to see. The big, vein-covered muscles writhed and rippled under his paper-thin skin. Andy knew what was coming but there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. He was at Steve's mercy, and there would be none of that. The muscular jock smashed his fist hard into Andy's gut, real hard. He felt the thick fat squish and flatten against the enormous force of his blow. Hey this was a lot of fun. He made a fist with his other hand and smashed it into Andy's gut too. He did this just for fun. Because he could. Because the big fat dork deserved to be punched in his big fat gut. Because a big, muscular jock can do whatever he wants to a fat weakling. The big, weak fat-boy couldn't do a fuckin' thing about it. Fat weaklings are meant to be punching bags for strong jocks. The strong always pick on the weak and the strong have fun doing it. Andy buckled over in pain. Steve looked at his fist and smiled. Then he and his friends strutted away, laughing and hollering at the fun they had just had. It was all good fun---for the jocks, that is. For Andy it was sheer hell. Every day at school was pure torture, mostly mental but sometimes physical as well.

Andy's cousin Justin was one of those jocks. Justin had always been athletic as a kid, excelling in many sports including football, wrestling and baseball. His room at home was filled with trophies from many years of athletic success. He stood 5'8" tall and weighed 150 pounds, one hundred fifty pounds of solid muscle. He had light brown hair and gray eyes. He started lifting weights when he was 13 years old and had a very decent weight set in his basement, which he used regularly with obvious great results. He was three inches shorter and 100 pounds lighter that his cousin Andy, but he was so much stronger and more athletic than the fat nerd it was even funny. Justin and Andy went to the same school, but they hardly spoke to each other. They weren't in any classes together. Andy was in the fast track classes and Justin, not exactly a rocket scientist, was in the ordinary track, just like most of the jocks. Justin was definitely in the jock group of boys, the group that loved to tease Andy. In fact, he was one of the leaders. He didn't want to admit to his friends that the fat nerd was his cousin. He joined in with the teasing just like the others. In a strange way, Andy could understand why Justin wouldn't want to admit he was his cousin. Justin was a stud jock. Stud jocks always pick on the nerds. Stud jocks know the nerds are inferior to them. It's just the way things are.

It was the beginning of summer at the end of 9th grade for these two opposite boys. High school would begin in the fall. Justin was looking forward to playing football. He was hoping to make the varsity as a 10th grader. He wanted to add at least another 20 pounds of muscle to his already muscular body over the summer. He was looking forward to a summer of liftin' weights, eating tons of food, and gettin' big, real big. Andy didn't know what he would do over the summer. Probably play computer games, eat even more junk food and put on another 20 pounds of fat.

Well, the parents of these boys had some ideas of their own. Justin's parents were upset that he had almost flunked 9th grade math. He got a D-. He would have gotten an F, but his teacher decided he didn't want to put up with the arrogant dumb jock for another year so he passed him on to 10th grade. Justin's parents were thinking about sending him off to a math-study summer camp, where the kids did nothing but study math and play computer games. No weights. No big steaks and huge quantities of chicken. No extra protein drinks. Nothing at all for a big-time jock like Justin. Andy's parents were very concerned about the serious obesity of their only son. They wracked their brains about what to do about it. Also, Andy's father was going to have to leave town for the whole summer on a special project for his company and Andy's mother was going with him. They didn't want him sitting around the house all summer stuffing his mouth with junk food.

So the night after school was over for the year, Justin's parents had Andy and his parents over for dinner. Then the four parents dropped the bombshell on the two 15 year old cousins. Justin's father started out. "Justin, me and your mother don't like the way you been flunkin' your classes at school. You been blowin' off your studies `cause you're a big jock and you know it. You figure you don't need to study `cause you're a jock and everyone knows the jocks run everything and don't have to study. You only passed your math class `cause Mr. Franklin was hot for your body. I know `cause I could see the way he looked at you when we had our parent-teacher conference. You just blow off your math classes and spend all your time with your jock friends liftin' weights, playin' football and gettin' into trouble. Well, your mother and me don't buy that shit. You're gonna have to learn your math. We were thinkin' of sendin' you off to the math summer camp-----you know, the one with all the little nerds. Yeah, they don't got any weights or nothin' for workin' out for football. No good muscle-buildin' food, either. You'd just sit there and vegetate, learnin' your math. Does that sound like a good time?" Justin's eyes grew wide. "Fuck no!" he yelled. "I'm not goin' to no fuckin' math camp! I gotta work out and get big for football!"

Justin's father wrapped his fingers around his son's muscular upper arm. Instinctively Justin flexed for his father. His big bicep and tricep muscles bulged in his father's hand. "OK son, OK," said his father. "Here's the plan. You don't have to go to the math camp. You can stay right here, pump those heavy weights and eat as much as you want. Except you're gonna have company. Andy here is gonna move in with us for the summer. He's gonna tutor you in math. He's gonna be your private tutor. And in exchange, you're gonna help Andy lose some of his fat. You're gonna be his personal trainer. He's gonna work out with you so he can lose some of that fat, maybe 50 pounds or so. No more junk food for Andy. We're gonna feed this boy nothin' but good, wholesome food. He's gonna be a shadow of himself when his parents get back in the fall." Justin's father poked Andy in his huge gut, kind of playfully.

Justin rolled his eyes. "Holy shit," he said. "I gotta work out with Porky all summer? I gotta live with this fat pig?" Andy looked at Justin. "Don't call me `Porky'. You know I hate that name." Justin stood up and wrapped his hand around Andy's right upper arm. Then he squeezed. His forearm bulged with rippling muscle as his strong fingers sunk deep into the thick fat. Andy cringed in pain. "I can call you Porky any time I want, Porky. I've been calling you Porky ever since we were little kids. And I'm gonna keep calling you Porky, `cause you're fatter than fuckin' Porky Pig and always will be. What are you gonna do about it?" Andy grimaced in pain. He knew there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. Justin was many, many times stronger than he was. Justin could do whatever he wanted to him.

Justin's father reached over and pulled his muscular son's hand away from Andy's arm. "OK, that's enough, you two." Andy marveled at how, in the jock's father's eyes he seemed to share equal blame in Justin's muscle jock aggression and domination. "You two are gonna have to get along, `cause you're gonna be living with each other for the next three months. We parents have made our decision, and you two are just gonna have to live with it. Now shake hands." Justin and Andy looked at each other, Justin with a look of pure contempt in his eyes and Andy with a look of total fear in his. They reached out and shook hands. Justin squeezed real hard, crushing Andy's flabby hand with his powerful grip like a ball of mush. He wanted Andy to know without a doubt who was the boss in this relationship and Andy sure had no doubt. He winced in pain again.

On his way home from his cousin's house, Andy protested to his parents. He didn't want to live with Justin. He had never gotten along with Justin. He didn't want to have to teach that dumb jock how to do math. He didn't want to have Justin as his "personal trainer." He hated the whole idea. He didn't tell his parents this, but he was also deathly afraid of Justin. He knew Justin could pound his fat body into a pulp without even breaking a sweat, and he thought his cousin just might do it because he was so mad. He might even do it just for fun. But, his parents were very firm. "Andy, you've got a serious weight problem," his father said. "You know we've tried every diet in the book, but you just keep getting bigger. Maybe we've been too easy on you, leaving junk food around the house for you to eat, not making you exercise. Well, Justin's parents don't have any junk food. They have only healthy food in that house. And look at Justin. His body is everything yours isn't. He's a star athlete, he's really strong, he's got lots of muscle and he hasn't got an ounce of fat on his body. It's hard to believe he's your own cousin. Even if he's just a dumb jock, maybe you can learn something from him about taking care of your body. Call it "tough love" if you want, but you're going to have to live with Justin, like it or not. After all, he's your cousin. He wouldn't do anything to hurt you, now would he? He's your own flesh and blood." Andy rolled his eyes. Oh yeah, my own flesh and blood, he thought. Big, fucking rock-hard muscle flesh with tons of testosterone-filled jock stud blood surging through it, just aching to pound my big fat ass into the ground. But he knew he didn't have any choice. He would be moving into Justin's house the next day. When he got home he went to the refrigerator, found a big piece of cake and wolfed it down with a glass of milk. Then he packed his bags. Then he went back to the refrigerator, took three big scoops of ice cream, covered it with chocolate sauce and stuffed it into his face. Then he went to bed, thinking about what might await him tomorrow at Justin's house.

The next day, his mother and father dropped him off at Justin's house on their way out of town for the summer. Andy would be on his own for the next three months. On his own to deal with his muscular, arrogant, aggressive cousin Justin. He was kind of trembling as the car approached his cousin's house. He and his parents knocked on the door and were greeted by Justin's mother. Justin was nowhere in sight. After exchanging pleasantries, Andy's parents left and Justin's mother said, "Here, Andy, let me take your bags. Justin just went down to the basement a few minutes ago to start his workout. Why don't you go down and join him." A shiver went up Andy's spine. "Uh, OK," he said meekly. He put down his bags, opened the door to the basement and walked down the stairs.

When he got to the bottom of the stairs, he looked over at Justin and stopped dead in his tracks. His mouth dropped open. Justin was standing in the middle of his basement gym wearing only a pair of workout shorts. Andy was stunned by what he saw. He hadn't seen Justin with his shirt off for almost two years---the two boys didn't socialize with each other at all---and during that time Justin had packed 40 pounds of solid muscle on his body, going from a wiry but athletic 110 pound 13 year old to a very muscular and very athletic 150 pound 15 year old. His light brown hair was cut very short, just like all the football jocks like it. He was very tan. It was obvious he spent a lot of time outdoors in the sun, stripping off his shirt and letting the world see and admire his incredibly buff body. He had thick trap muscles which led to wide shoulders capped with big, striated delts. With every little movement of his arms, his delts flexed and twitched. Andy could see the individual fibers flexing and twitching at their young master's command. His arms were big and muscular, hanging like thick guns down from those wide shoulders. Again the muscle fibers were clearly visible and veins crisscrossed under his paper-thin skin. His forearms were a mass of vein-covered muscle. His lats were wide and thick, big slabs of muscle that looked like wings, tapering down from his wide shoulders to his narrow, athletic hips. His pecs were full and round, bulging out proudly from his chest, his erect nipples pointing straight out, pushed out by the mass of muscle underneath. The pec muscle slashed up to the sides, meeting up with his big delts. Below those pecs was an eight-pack of corrugated abs, shredded to the max, looking like a veritable washboard of solid muscle. His oblique muscles slashed from his hips down to his crotch, setting off his abs and his incredibly round and muscular butt. His thighs were thick and muscular. Even just standing there, Andy could see those quad muscles flex as Justin shifted his weight slightly. It looked like he had a teardrop of muscle just above his knee, big solid, striated quad muscles that were obviously very strong. His calves also bulged, the two heads of solid muscle clearly visible, covered with veins and flexing under his thin, tan skin.

Andy's eyes took in this amazing sight in just a few seconds. He stood transfixed as he stared at his muscular cousin. His cock stirred in his crotch. "Well, well, well," said Justin. "Look who's here. It's fuckin' Porky the Pig. Jesus, you look even fatter than I remembered. Get your fat ass over here." Andy did as ordered. He sure wasn't going to disobey this incredibly muscular young stud. "Strip off your shirt and pants and take off your shoes," ordered Justin. "We got a rule in here. When me and my friends work out, we always work out in just our shorts. That way we can see our muscles workin' and pumpin' and growin'. Of course you don't got any muscle, just a pile of fuckin' fat, but you gotta follow the rules too. So strip, fat-ass!" Andy didn't want to do this, but he knew he had no choice. He always covered his fat body with a big sweat shirt and big pants. Now he was going to have to reveal his huge, fat body. Slowly he took off his sweatshirt, his shoes and his pants. He stood in front of Justin wearing only his size 50 boxer shorts. Since he had never been out in the sun, his skin was pasty white. Rolls of fat covered his chest, back and waist. His legs were thick with fat. He weighed 250 pounds, and probably 130 pounds of that was fat. Without the fat, he would be a 120 pound weakling. With the fat he was a 250 pound weakling. Justin looked at Andy's body with a look of total disgust. He reached over and grabbed two handfuls of fat from the sides of Andy's huge gut. He grabbed the fat and squeezed. The fat oozed in Justin's strong hands as he squeezed his powerful fingers. The big muscles in his forearms bulged and rippled. Andy groaned in pain as his strong, muscular cousin played with his fat.

"Fuck, you are totally disgusting, Porky. It's fucking disgusting the way you've let your body turn into just a pile of fat. Shit, I don't have an ounce of fat on my body and you got over 100 pounds of fuckin' fat on yours. I'm 100 percent solid muscle and you don't got any muscle at all. How's it feel to be so fat and disgusting, fuck- face? How's it feel to be so fuckin fat and weak standin' next to me?" Justin bumped his body right into Andy's body and pressed his hard pecs into Andy's soft flesh, bumping him like football players do to each other with their chests and pressing in hard with his bulging muscles. Andy could feel the warm, hard muscles pushing in on his fat. Justin's firm, erect nipples drove into Andy's soft flesh like two iron spikes.

"It doesn't feel very good, Justin," said Andy. "I wish I weren't this fat. I wish I looked like you."

Justin released his grip on Andy's fat and laughed. "Fuckin'-A! You wish you looked like me! You wish you looked like me! Ha! Dream on, fat-boy. You're gonna look like me when hell freezes over. If you're lucky, I'm gonna strip 30 or 40 pounds of fat off your pathetic body this summer, but don't ever think you're gonna look like me. I'm a jock. I've always been a jock. You're a dork. You've always been a dork. I got lots of muscle and I'm gonna build even more muscle this summer. You're not gonna do shit. You'll probably collapse the first time you lift a weight. So don't even think about lookin' like me. It's never gonna happen, dork-boy. You're just gonna have to take orders from me the rest of your pathetic life."

Justin flexed his arm in Andy's face. His big bicep bulged with an incredible peak. Fibers and veins pushed out under his paper thin skin. It was about the size of a baseball. A hardball. His triceps bulged as well, filling out the back and bottom of his big upper arm with hard, rippling, muscle. "Feel it, dork," ordered Justin. Andy reached up and wrapped his fat fingers around Justin's flexed bicep. The muscle felt like solid rock. Andy had never felt human flesh that felt so hard. He squeezed as hard as he could, but he couldn't make the slightest dent in the rock-hard muscle. "That's what a real man's arm feels like, fat-boy," said Justin. "You ain't a real man and you never will be. You're a total pussy. If you ever get an arm that big and hard, I'll suck your dick. That's a promise. Hahahaha." Justin laughed at the ridiculousness of what he said. Never ever would he suck any guy's cock. And he knew he'd never have to do it to Andy. Andy was a fuckin' fat dork pussy-boy. That's all there was to it.

Justin put down his arm and looked Andy in the eyes with his own steel-gray eyes. "Flex your own arm, pussy-boy. I wanna feel your muscle." Andy didn't want to do this, but he knew he couldn't disobey his cousin. He lifted up his huge right arm and flexed. His flexed upper arm looked exactly the same as his unflexed upper arm. There was absolutely no difference. Justin reached over and wrapped his fingers around Andy's upper arm. At first, he squeezed just a little. His fingers dug into the soft fat tissue. He wiggled them around, kneading the fat like bread dough. "Geez,' he said. "That feels like fuckin' mush. Just a pile of fuckin' mush. Flex harder, dork." Andy flexed as hard as he could. Then Justin applied maximum force to his strong fingers. His forearm looked like a group of writhing snakes as the big muscles bulged and flexed and powered his thick fingers deep into Andy's arm. He wiggled those fingers, digging them deeper and deeper, almost down to the bone. "Still feels like fuckin' mush. There ain't no muscle there. How's that feel, dork-boy?" He smiled arrogantly as he saw how easy it was for his strong fingers to inflict misery on his fat cousin.

Andy moaned in abject pain. Tears started to well up in his eyes. "Please stop," he pleaded. "You're hurting me."

Justin looked at Andy's pleading face and tears. His steel-gray eyes showed no sympathy whatsoever. He didn't care how the dork felt. "Fuck," he said. "I can't feel any muscle there at all. I'm totally smashing through all your fuckin' fat and I still can't feel any muscle. You are totally pathetic. You deserve to get hurt by my strong muscles. You're just a total loser. All fat and no muscle. Just a total pussy-boy. And I'm a total stud, all muscle and no fat." Justin smiled in a superior, arrogant way as he said this. Then he wiggled his strong fingers one more time, playing with Andy's fatty upper arm like a toy. Then he finally let go.

"OK, dork-boy, time to start pumpin' some iron. Since I, Justin, am your personal trainer, you gotta do what I say. I'm gonna peel 50 pounds of fat off of that pathetic body. Maybe I'll even be able to put a little muscle on you at the same time. And I'm gonna do it whether you like it or not. You're gonna do what I order you to do, or I'm gonna pound your fat body so hard you'll wish you never were born. You got that, Porky?" Justin sounded just like a Marine drill instructor. It was clear he was going to take his personal trainer job very seriously, more seriously than Andy wanted. But Andy knew he couldn't do a thing about it. Justin was used to giving orders. He liked to give orders. And now he was going to be able to give orders all summer to his fat cousin.

"Yeah, I got that," said Andy. Justin punched him in the gut.

"Yeah, and you better not forget it, fat-boy. I didn't want you livin' with me all summer, but now that you're here, I'm gonna make you work. I'm gonna make you peel off at least a couple of inches of this disgusting fat." Justin reached over and grabbed two big handfuls of fat from Andy's gut and shook it. The fat wiggled like Jello. "Fuckin' blubber. You're pathetic." Justin's contempt for his fat cousin was clear. Andy knew he just had to take the abuse. There was nothing he could do about it.

Then he let go and said, "OK, I'm gonna take your measurements, just to see how fuckin' gross you are. Then we'll take the same measurements at the end of the summer and hopefully some of that blubber will be gone. You can take my measurements, too. Then at the end of the summer, after I've grown an inch and packed on 20 pounds of solid muscle, you can see how much bigger I've gotten. I'll be able to kick your fat ass even harder, `cause I'll be so much stronger." Justin punched Andy in the gut, kind of playfully. Then he flexed his arm and looked admiringly at his bulging bicep. He knew that big mother was gonna grow even bigger and get even stronger.

"Get on the scale," Justin ordered. He had brought the bathroom scale down to the basement. Andy stepped on the scale and Justin yelled, "Holy shit, what a fuckin' porker! Two hundred and fifty two pounds. This fuckin' scale only goes up to 260. You almost broke the fucker! What a fuckin pig!" Andy looked sheepishly at his buff, muscular cousin. He was speechless. What could he say? He was a fucking pig. "OK, get off and flex your arm," ordered Justin. Andy flexed his right arm. Again, no bulge appeared. Just a huge roll of fat. Justin took a measuring tape and wrapped it around the fat. "Sixteen inches," he said. "Sixteen inches of fuckin' fat. Now just for fun, let your arm hang down and I'll measure that too. I wanna see something." So Andy lowered his arm and Justin wrapped the tape around it. "Sixteen inches," he said. "Just like I thought. Since you got no muscle in your arm, it measures the same whether it's flexed or relaxed. Fuckin' disgusting. All fat. OK, now let's measure the rest of you. I hope the tape measure is long enough to get around your fuckin' gut."

So Justin measured the rest of Andy. His chest measured 45 inches, all fat. His waist measured 49-1/2 inches, again all fat. His thighs measured 27 inches, yep, all fat. His calves were 16 inches, yes covered with fat. His butt was huge. Justin didn't even try to measure that. With each measurement, Justin yelled and screamed at what a fat slob Andy was, calling him every insulting name he could think of. Andy just stood there. He had heard them all before.

Then it was time for Andy to take Justin's measurements. Justin hopped on the scale. Before Andy could say anything, Justin looked down at the scale and yelled "One hundred fifty-one pounds of solid, rock-hard shit-kicking muscle!" Justin was stoked. He jumped off the scale and bumped his chest into Andy, pushing the big slob backwards. Then he grabbed the measuring tape, gave it to Andy and flexed his right arm. "Measure that big mother, dork," he ordered.

Andy wrapped the tape around the bulging muscle. "Fourteen and three-quarter inches," he announced.

Justin smiled. "Almost fifteen inches of solid steel," he yelled. Justin flexed his bicep right under Andy's nose. Andy could see the fibers flexing in the two heads of muscle under Justin's thin, tan skin. Then Justin said, "Watch this, pussy boy." Slowly, Justin started curling his arm up and down. He tensed his big bicep and tricep muscles the whole time as he did the curls. Andy's eyes grew wide with disbelief. The big ball of muscle that was his bicep seemed to get bigger and harder with each rep. Veins were popping out everywhere. Now the fibers of muscle were literally bursting out of Justin's skin. After 10 slow reps, Justin lifted his arm and flexed it again. Andy was shocked as he looked at the throbbing muscle. It was totally peaked and shredded, crisscrossed with veins that were surging with blood. He could smell Justin's jock boy sweat coming up from his armpit. That muscle was pumped. "Measure it now," ordered Justin.

Andy wrapped the tape around Justin's bulging upper arm. His eyes almost popped out of his head. "Fifteen and one-quarter inches," said Andy, almost breathlessly.

"Fuck yeah!" yelled Justin. "I just pumped that fucker for 10 reps and it exploded with fuckin' mass and power, addin' a half inch like it was nothin'. That's what a pump looks like, fat-boy. You never saw a pump before `cause you ain't got any muscles. Only jocks like me can get a pump. It feels great."

Andy reached up and felt Justin's pumped upper arm. It was solid granite, warm and pulsating rock. Justin looked at his big arm approvingly. "My muscles love getting a pump. When they work out, they get big and pumped. And when they do that, I just know they're growin' and gettin' stronger. That big fucker will be over 16 inches by the end of the summer. Maybe even 16-1/2 inches. It'll be fuckin' bigger than your big, fat arm and it will be solid muscle! Think about it, dork. Think about all the strength in that muscle. Think about how strong it's gonna be at the end of the summer.". Andy gulped in awe. He couldn't believe how Justin's upper arm got a half inch bigger in 20 seconds. He couldn't believe how big and hard that arm looked and felt. His already semi-hard cock got harder as he felt Justin's bulging muscles. Oh how he wished he had muscles like his cousin's. Justin put down his arm and held it at his side. Even relaxed, the big muscles of his biceps and triceps looked solid and hard under his thin skin. "OK, I want you to measure my relaxed arm," he said.

Andy wrapped the tape around Justin's relaxed upper arm. The muscle was firm and solid. "Thirteen and three-quarters inches," he said.

"Fuckin' yeah," yelled Justin. "My muscle gets an inch and a half bigger when it flexes! My muscle just explodes when it flexes! My muscle gets huge when it flexes! And your muscle doesn't do shit, does it fat boy? You don't have any muscle." Andy just stared in awe at Justin's incredibly muscular body.

"OK, fat-boy, time to measure my chest," ordered Justin. Andy wrapped the tape around Justin's chest, making sure it went around the biggest part, right over his erect nipples and the top of his thick lats. "Thirty-eight inches," said Andy. Justin smiled. Then he took a breath and flexed his pecs and lats. The tape ripped out of Andy's hands, burst apart by the force of Justin's flexing muscles. Justin's lats literally exploded, the slabs of muscle flaring out wide like wings. His big pecs bulged out from his chest. Striations of muscle were clearly visible, with deep cleavage between the mounds of muscle. His nipples pointed straight out.

Andy didn't need to wait for further orders. He wrapped the tape again around Justin's flexed torso. His mouth dropped open. "Forty-two inches," he gasped. Justin's chest had gotten four inches bigger when he flexed his muscles.

Justin grinned. "Yeah, that's more like it. Forty-two inches of fuckin' teenage football stud muscle. And gettin' bigger every day. Shit, my chest is only three inches smaller than yours and it's all muscle. It's gonna be way bigger than your fat chest by the end of the summer and so much stronger it won't be funny." Justin bumped his muscular chest into Andy. The hard muscle easily penetrated into Andy's fat. Then Justin flexed and unflexed his pecs a couple of times. Andy could feel the solid muscle bulge every time Justin flexed it. The muscle felt like rock smashing into Andy's soft fatty flesh. Justin smiled arrogantly. "Feel how hard that muscle is, dork-boy? How you like to get hit by that muscle on a football field? That muscle could smash into you so hard there wouldn't be anything left of your big fat body. It would be like a pile of shit laying on the field." Andy gulped, thinking of what it would feel like to be hit on the football field by Justin's incredibly hard and incredibly strong body.

Justin moved back and stood in front of Andy. "OK, Porky, now measure my waist." He flexed his abs gently. They looked like a washboard. They always looked like a washboard, even when they were unflexed. When Justin flexed them even a little, the washboard immediately got rock hard. It looked like corrugated iron.

Andy wrapped the tape around Justin's shredded waist. He couldn't believe how Justin's torso tapered down from his broad shoulders and wide lats down to this small waist and narrow, athletic hips. He had an incredible "V" shape. "Twenty-eight inches," announced Andy, marveling at the fact that Justin's waist was over twenty inches smaller than his own.

Justin smiled. "Twenty-eight inches of rock-hard muscle, compared to your 50 inches of fuckin' fat," he said. He flexed his abs and pounded his fist into the brick wall of muscle. "Fuckin' solid--like a fuckin' steel plate," he yelled. Then he got a strange look on his face, like he had just thought of something brilliant. "Watch this," he said. "Be ready with that tape." Then he exhaled all the air from his lungs. Andy could hardly believe what came next. Justin flexed his abs and then literally pulled the flexed muscle in under his rib cage. He had such tremendous muscle control that he could will his abs to pull themselves in and up into his diaphragm. His waist became absolutely tiny. Justin grinned as he saw his cousin stare in disbelief.

Andy grabbed the tape and wrapped it around his cousin's wasp-like waist. "Twenty-five inches," he said. "Holy shit, how do you do that? How can you make your muscles do that? You just made your waist half as big as mine!"

Justin took in a breath of air and his abs went back to their normal washboard position. "That's called muscle control, asshole," he said. "Of course, you need really buff muscles to do that. Not too many guys can do that. I think it's hilarious I can make my waist so small it's half as big as yours, fat-boy. Makes you feel even more disgusting, I bet." Justin reached over and grabbed Andy's hand. Then he rubbed Andy's fingers over his rippling abs. The corrugated muscle pulsated like living rock under Justin's cellophane-like skin. Andy couldn't believe how hard that muscle felt. Then he grabbed Andy's other hand and rubbed it over Andy's fat gut, jiggling the rolls of fat as he did it. "It's hard to believe we're related to each other, ain't it, fat-boy. I've got nothing but shredded muscle in my gut and you've got nothing but fat in yours."

Andy looked down and saw his rolls of fat wiggling up and down and then looked over and saw Justin's rippling washboard. He felt his own soft fat and he felt Justin's brick wall of muscle. He nodded his head. Justin smiled with the superior confidence of a total jock. Andy's cock got harder as he felt and watched Justin's rippling abs.

Then Justin looked down and flexed his quads. "Time to measure those mothers," he said, flexing and unflexing the muscle. When his quads were unflexed, they looked like a huge mass of muscle in his thighs, muscle just waiting to explode with power. When he flexed them, they bulged instantly, the individual quad muscles showing in great relief with tremendous striations and veins everywhere. Justin's quads looked like a human anatomy chart when he flexed them. Justin's whole body looked like a human anatomy chart.

Andy reached down and wrapped the tape around Justin's flexed thigh. Besides the bulging quads, he could feel big leg bicep muscles flexing in the back of the thigh. Justin's thigh felt like a big tree trunk, a solid oak tree trunk of muscle. "Twenty-three inches," said Andy.

Justin smiled. "Twenty-three inches of raw power," he said. "I can hit super hard when I tackle somebody. I hit kids so hard they think they were hit by a truck. I just flatten `em like pancakes. I hit one kid so hard he had to go to the hospital. These legs are super strong..." Justin kept flexing and unflexing his quads, admiring the huge muscles that exploded at his will. "Measure my calves," he ordered. Andy got down on his knees. He looked up at Justin's body. He was transfixed by what he saw. His cousin looked like a Greek God. Andy couldn't believe how muscular he was. For several moments he just stared up at Justin's 15 year old jock stud muscle body. Justin looked down at the fat dweeb with a look of sheer contempt. "Measure `em, you fat motherfucker!" he yelled.

Andy snapped back to reality and wrapped the tape around Justin's bulging calf muscles. Each head of muscle stood out in bold relief. His tan skin was so thin each fiber was clearly visible. Veins surged with blood just under that thin skin. "Fifteen and one-half inches," said Andy.

Then Justin started doing some calf raises and Andy ran his fingers over the rock-hard muscle as it effortlessly lifted Justin's body up and down, bulging with each rep. Justin's calves were incredibly hard and shredded. After 25 easy reps, Justin stopped and said, "Measure `em again, dork."

Andy measured the bulging muscle again. The muscle felt hot to the touch.

"Sixteen inches," he said. "Fuck yeah," yelled Justin. "Even my calves get a good pump when I work `em even a little bit. Those mothers are gettin' big and strong!" Andy nodded his head. Justin's muscles were the biggest and strongest things he had ever seen. He was having a hard time hiding his raging hard-on. Oh how he wished he had a body like Justin's.

 

Part 2

"OK, Porky, let's get to work," said Justin. "This is chest day for me. I'm gonna work out my chest. You can be my spotter. At least you'll make yourself somewhat useful. I work out every day, but since I'm an advanced lifter I work out different muscle groups each day. That way, each muscle group has a chance to rest and grow. You're a fuckin' beginner. I never saw anyone who was more beginner than you. You're gonna work out every day too. Only you're gonna work your entire body every day. You don't wanna put on muscle. You just wanna lose fat. So I'm gonna work your butt off every day. And forget about eating junk foods. All you're gonna eat is protein. Just protein. No fat. No carbs. You don't need any fat or carbs. You got enough fat on that body to last the whole summer. So you can eat all the meat and protein you want, but if I ever catch you eating any carbs or fat I`m gonna pound your fat ass into a bloody pulp. My mom bought a whole shitload of low-carb protein bars, so you can eat those. Just pretend they're candy bars! Hahahahaha!" Justin started laughing. "So you got that fat boy? You're gonna work out every day. You're gonna do what I say. You're not gonna eat any carbs or fat. Just protein. Hey, this is almost gonna be fun for me. Me Justin, your own personal trainer. I'm gonna train you real good!"

Justin laughed some more. Andy gulped. He had no idea Justin was going to be this severe. No carbohydrates and no fat? How could he survive? He had been stuffing his face with that stuff his whole life. Then he looked at Justin's muscular body. He knew there was no way he could resist his cousin's orders. He was just going to have to do this, whether he liked it or not. Meekly he said, "Yeah I got that."

He looked around the basement at Justin's gym. He had a pretty impressive setup. He had a bench with a rack. The bench was adjustable so Justin could do inclines too. On the rack was an Olympic bar with two 45 pound plates on it. There were lots of other plates scattered around. There was a pulley machine for lat pulldowns. And there was a squat rack for heavy squats. And an incline board for situps and crunches. Plus there were dumbbells and barbells in various sizes all over the place. Justin had lots and lots of weights. And from the look of his body, he used them all. On one wall there was a huge mirror, so Justin could work out in front of the mirror and watch his muscles pump and bulge as they lifted the heavy iron. This was a real man's gym. Lots of iron. No frills.

Justin moved over to the bench. "OK, Porky," he said. "I'm gonna show you how to do the bench press.. You stand here and watch." Justin pointed to the place behind the rack. Andy did as instructed and Justin got on the bench, lying on his back. Andy's gut was so big and fat, he kind of had to lean over to see his muscular cousin's handsome face looking up at him. "This is a warm-up for me," said Justin. The bar weighs 45 pounds and I got two 45 pound plates on it. So it weighs 135. That's nothin' for me." Andy gulped. One hundred thirty-five pounds sounded like a lot of weight to him. "OK, fat-boy, watch how I do this." Justin gripped the bar with his strong hands and lifted it off the rack. Then he lowered the bar to his chest until it just touched the skin covering the bulging muscle of his pecs and then he easily pressed it up and locked his elbows.

Without hesitation, he repeated the move again, again and again until he had pumped out 15 reps. With each rep, his pecs, delts and arms got bigger and redder as the muscle became flushed with blood. By the time he had finished his 15 reps, that muscle looked like it was ready to burst out of his paper-thin skin. Veins were crisscrossing those muscles, gorged with blood. When he finished, he jumped up off the bench and stood in front of Andy, flexing his pecs. "That felt great," he said. "I love the feeling when my muscles pump up like this." Instinctively, Andy reached over and felt Justin's throbbing pecs and delts. The muscle was big and hot and it was rock hard. "Feels pretty good, don't it fat boy," said Justin, looking down at his flexing muscle. "I love the way my muscles feel so big and hard and hot when they get a good pump." Justin smiled with a superior look in his eyes as he watched his cousin admire his buff muscles.

"OK, Porky, your turn," he said. "I don't think this is a warm-up weight for you so we'll have to strip off these plates. I'll do this side and you do that side." Justin reached over and grabbed the 45 pound plate. Andy went over to the other side and grabbed his plate. Then they both pulled their plates off the bar. For Justin, this was nothing. After he pulled his plate off, he held it with one hand for a moment just to show off to Andy, the muscles in his forearm bulging and writhing like snakes, and then threw it on the floor. When Andy pulled off his plate, it went crashing to the floor, even though he was holding it with both hands. It felt like it weighed a ton. Andy looked at the heavy piece of iron in despair. "Jesus Christ, you're weak. Get on the fuckin' bench." Justin looked at his fat cousin with a look of total contempt.

Andy got on the bench. His chest, gut and butt were so big they hung over the sides, the rolls of fat billowing out like pillows. "We're gonna try just the bar, 45 pounds," said Justin. "See if you can get at least 10 reps. Since you're a beginner, you're only gonna do only one set. I'm gonna do five sets. Maybe after a month or so you can work up to two sets. OK, fat boy, let's see what you got. Wrap your hands around the bar at the places I'm touching it and lift it off the rack." Andy looked up at his muscular cousin who was standing over him like a Greek God, telling him what to do. He looked up at his 15 year old personal trainer's washboard abs, bulging pecs, and rippling, muscular arms as Justin pointed to the two spots on the bar. Andy reached up and grabbed the bar. Then he lifted it off the rack. "OK go!" ordered Justin. Andy lowered to bar until it touched the rolling fat of his chest. Then he pressed it up and locked his arms. He had done it! "Way to go, Porky," yelled Justin. "You just did your first rep! OK, now do nine more." Andy did another rep and then another and another until he had done a total of seven reps.

The last rep was a real struggle. He could barely get the bar to the top. Justin could see Andy was struggling but he was determined that his fat cousin was going to do ten reps. "Three more!" he yelled. "I'm gonna spot you, so don't worry about the bar crashing down on your chest." Andy didn't know what a "spot" was, but somehow he trusted his cousin. He lowered the bar again and tried to press it up. He managed about six inches and then ran out of power. Just as he thought the bar was going to crash to his fat chest, Justin placed his strong fingers under the bar and lifted it ever so gently, just enough so Andy could continue his press. So that's a spot, Andy thought to himself. Then he did it again with Justin's help. He locked his elbows and then lowered the bar for his last rep. This time he knew he needed Justin's help for the whole rep. "Push it up! Push it up, you fat weakling! Push harder! I'm gonna make you push it with your own little muscles!" Justin was yelling at Andy.

At the same time, he gently lifted the bar just enough to allow Andy to push it up. He wanted Andy to do as much of the work as possible. Andy seemed to get a second burst of energy as Justin yelled at him. He pushed with all his might, straining his muscles more than he ever had in his whole life, and finally he pressed the bar all the way up and locked his elbows. Then he crashed the bar onto the rack. He stayed lying on the bench, totally exhausted. He had never worked so hard in his entire life. He was breathing hard from the ten reps with 45 pounds.

"Way to go, Porky," said Justin. "You actually did a good job for a fat pig. I'll bet you'll feel sore after that!" Andy didn't know what Justin was talking about, about feeling sore. The bar didn't crash on him. He didn't get injured. Why would be feeling sore?

Andy pushed the fingers of his right hand through the thick fat of his chest and flexed his pecs. He wasn't expecting to feel anything. He had never felt anything but fat there in his whole life. He almost gasped out loud. Incredibly, he could feel some muscle bulging under all the fat. The muscle actually felt pretty hard. Not anywhere near as hard as Justin's muscle, but a lot harder than the fat. Andy thought about what he was feeling. His pec muscles were pumped! The 10 reps of bench presses had pumped up his little pec muscles and now they were bulging under all his fat. They were small, but they were there and they were pumped and hard. Andy gulped at the thought. Never in his life did he think he would feel something like this on his own body. He didn't say anything to Justin. He didn't really know what to say.

Justin wasn't paying any attention to Andy. He was getting psyched for his next set. "OK, my turn again," said Justin. "I got five more sets to do. Get off the fuckin' bench, fat-boy, and help me load some real weight onto that bar." Justin and Andy loaded the two 45 pounds plates back on the bar and then added a 20 pound plate to each side, making a total of 175 pounds. Justin got under the bar and cranked out 10 reps. He was still working up to his work weight. Andy stood in awe watching Justin's muscles pump and bulge.

Then they removed the 20's and put on two 35's, making a total of 205. This was Justin's work weight. Andy looked at the huge plates of iron that Justin was going to lift. Then he looked in awe at Justin's strong, bulging muscles, the muscles of a 15 year old superkid. "OK, Porky, I may need a little spot on the last few reps. You know what to do." Andy gulped. Yeah, he knew what a spot was, but there was no way he could lift 205 pounds. Justin didn't wait for any reaction from Andy. He lifted the bar off the rack and lowered it to his chest. He cranked out six reps with the 205 pounds of iron. The last one was a little slow. As he lowered the bar again he said "spot" and Andy placed his fingers under the bar, providing just enough support to let Justin finish the press. He didn't have to worry about having to lift 205 pounds. Justin was so strong he lifted about all but about 5 or 10 pounds of the heavy bar. Andy started yelling at Justin. "Push it up, stud! This iron's no match for your big muscles! Push harder!" Justin smiled and pushed harder. He finished 10 reps with Andy's help. He jumped off the bench and flexed in front of the mirror. "You're a fuckin' good spotter," Porky. "You really made me work. Look at these fuckin' muscles bulge." Andy looked at Justin's muscles. They looked incredible. His cock got harder and twitched as he admired his cousin's big, strong muscles.

Justin did two more sets of benches with the 205 pounds, needing a spot from Andy each time. In his fifth and last set, he could only do four reps. His pecs were totally fatigued. That's the way he liked it. He liked to blast his muscles to total exhaustion. At the end of his last set, his pecs were so big and pumped it was incredible. Both he and Andy looked admiringly at the bulging muscle as he flexed in the mirror. Justin smiled as he watched his muscles flex and bulge. Andy flexed his own pecs and felt the tiny muscle bulge and get hard under his fat. He smiled.

As Justin did his chest routine for the day, he took Andy through his paces with a full body workout. Justin did five sets of incline dumbbell presses, working up to 75 pound dumbbells. Then he did pullovers, working up to a 100 pound dumbbell. Next was parallel bar dips, where he strapped 30 pounds to his waist and still pumped out 8 reps in his last set. Finally he got on the bench and did five sets of dumbbell flyes, working up to 30 pounders. In all, Justin did 25 sets of exercises for his chest. Five exercises with five sets each. In each exercise, he worked his muscles to total exhaustion.

Andy spotted for his strong cousin, marveling at the size and strength of those muscles as they lifted the heavy weights. At the end of his workout, Justin's chest was incredibly big and pumped. The fibers of muscle bulged under skin as thin as paper. Veins surged with testosterone-filled, protein rich blood beneath the thin skin. Justin was jacked. He felt like a fucking stud as he flexed his big muscles in the mirror. His cock was pressing out under his workout shorts. He always got a hard-on when he saw his muscles bulge after a good workout.

Between his sets Justin, acting like a drill sergeant, forced Andy through his full body workout. After the bench presses, the fat boy did military presses, using just 35 pounds. He barely managed the ten reps, with Justin helping with the last three reps. After the final rep, his delts were exhausted. Then came lat pulldowns. He used 40 pounds for these and managed to do 10 reps without help, barely finishing the last rep. His lats felt very tired and very weak. He had done his 10 reps. Andy thought he was done and he was glad. No such luck. "Three more, fat-boy," ordered Justin. "Those were too easy." Andy looked plaintively at his cousin, with a look that said "Please don't make me do this." Justin looked back with a look of sheer contempt. He would show no mercy for this fat slob. This fat boy was going to have a real workout whether he liked it or not. He kind of liked torturing his fat cousin with a brutal workout. "Do it, fuckhead!" ordered Justin and he punched Andy in the arm, hurting the big fat dork. Andy knew he had no choice. Almost in agony, he did three more reps, with Justin pressing down on the bar a little harder each time, helping him get through the final agonizing reps. Then came rows. He used a 35- pound barbell and could only do seven reps. Not enough for Justin.

Justin handed him two 15 pound dumbbells. "Five more reps, fat-boy." Slowly, Andy cranked out five more reps, using the 15 pound dumbbells. But this time he was so tired he was ready to keel over. But Justin wasn't close to being finished with him yet. Next came curls. Justin handed him a 30-pound barbell. He managed to do his 10 reps with Justin helping on the last three. He was so tired his arms felt like they were going to fall off his body. When he was finished and when Justin was doing a set of his own he dug his fingers into his fatty upper right arm and flexed his bicep. "Wow!" he thought to himself. He could feel his bicep muscle bulging underneath the fat. The muscle wasn't a little lump like a walnut. It was more tapered, rising up from his elbow joint and ending near his shoulder. Andy didn't know it at the time, but that is the sign of a big muscle belly. The sign of a muscle that can grow very big and very strong. Andy just smiled as he felt the bulge in his upper arm. A bulge he had never felt before in his life. Things were happening to his body he didn't understand. He didn't know what to expect from his pump. He didn't know whether his pump would cause his muscles to grow and get stronger, the way a pump did for Justin, or whether the pump would just go away and the muscle would be its same weak and scrawny self tomorrow. He just didn't know. But he liked the feel of his little pumped bicep. His cock was rock hard.

The next exercise was tricep pressdowns using the pulley machine. Justin set the weight at 30 pounds and Andy barely managed eight reps on his own. His arms now felt like lead. "Four more," yelled Justin. He stood behind Andy, pressing his muscular chest into Andy's fat back and his crotch into Andy's fat ass and put his hands on the bar, helping Andy do his last four reps. Very slowly, Andy managed to do them. Justin pressed down just enough to force his fat cousin to work as hard as he could. He liked to see the fat boy struggle. He also knew this was the best way to build muscle. Not that this big fat dork was going to be able to build any muscle. Fat pigs like him don't get muscles. If they're lucky, they might shed a few pounds of fat. But only jocks like him can get big muscles. When Andy finished his tricep pressdowns, he straightened his right arm and flexed. He ran his fingers up and down his arm and he could feel little bulges of muscle pushing up under the fat. Andy's cock started to get a little hard as he thought about what he was feeling. It couldn't be true, he thought to himself. Justin's the musclekid. I'm just a fat slob.

Finally Justin made him do squats and calf raises. He didn't even use a weight. He could barely lift his huge body up and down. He only managed six reps of squats on his own. Justin had to grab on to his fatty hips and lift him for the last four reps. For the calf raises he managed eight reps on his own and Justin helped him do the last two. At the end of this workout, his whole body felt exhausted. But in a strange way, he also felt kind of exhilarated.

He could feel his muscles deep inside his fatty body. He could sense that they were awake. But his tiredness overcame that emotion and he collapsed on the bench. Justin stood over him. "Not so fast, Porky. You ain't done yet. You've got situps to do. We gotta work those abs -maybe you've got some little abs under there--- and get rid of some of this disgusting fat." He punched Andy in the gut, pretty hard. "Get over there next to the situp board." Andy got up and staggered over to the situp board. Justin moved the board up to the top ratchet. The board had an incline of 45 degrees. Andy looked at the board. There was no way he could even begin to lift his huge heft at that angle. But he wasn't going to have to. The board was set for Justin's situps. Justin got on the board, put his feet under the strap and locked his fingers behind his head. "OK, Porky, watch how I do these," he said. Immediately, Justin started cranking out situps. He did them so quickly Andy could hardly believe what he was seeing. Justin's shredded abs looked like they had been carved with a knife as they easily pulled his muscular torso up and down. Rep after rep after rep, Justin cranked out the incline situps like they were nothing. When he passed 50, sweat started beading up on his skin. His abs looked like a corrugated washboard of rock hard muscle as they kept pumping. Finally when he got to about 85 reps he started slowing down a bit. The reps were harder.

By now, the sweat was pouring off his skin. At 95 reps, he was really struggling, forcing his red-hot abs to pump out the very last rep. Finally he did his 100th rep, his face grimacing in pain as he forced his strong, rippling ab muscles beyond any barrier a normal boy would do. He lowered his torso and yelled out "One more!" His shredded abs obeyed the orders of their buff, young commander and slowly raised his muscular torso up the steep incline one more time. "Yeah!" he yelled, and collapsed back on the board. He took a few deep breaths and then jumped up onto his feet. "That's how you do situps, dork. I used to be able to do only 10 on the steep incline. Now I can do 100. By the end of the summer I'll be up to 150. These mothers are fuckin' strong!" Andy watched in amazement as Justin flexed his ab muscles, which were glistening with sweat and absolutely shredded. "Feel `em fat-boy," ordered Justin. Andy reached out and ran his fingers over the hot, sweaty rippling muscle. Justin's abs felt like corrugated steel. His eight-pack had ridges and crevices that were as hard as bricks. His skin was so hot and sweaty that it felt like he had just come in from the hot sun.

Andy couldn't believe how buff and hard his cousin's ab muscles were. Justin reached over and grabbed two handfuls of fat from Andy's gut. "Feels a little different than your gut, doesn't it, dweeb. Feels like fuckin' rock while your gut feels like fuckin' whale blubber." Justin laughed.

"OK, fat-boy, your turn. Lets see how many you can do." Justin mercifully lowered the board so it was flat. He knew there was no way his fat cousin could do even one situp on the incline. Andy lay down on the board. The fat on his chest and waist and butt billowed out to the sides. He put his feet under the strap and tried to do a situp. He had never done a situp in his life and didn't know if he could do one. He lifted his torso about six inches off the board, realized he just couldn't lift himself any further, and then collapsed down on the board. "Jesus Christ!" yelled Justin. "You can't even do one fuckin' situp! I just cranked out 100 on the steep incline and you can't to one fuckin' situp on the flat board! Well, I'm not gonna let you get away with that. I'm gonna hold you under your fat armpits and you're gonna do ten situps whether you like it or not." Jason reached down and grabbed Andy under his armpits. "Now GO, dweeb!" he ordered. Andy lifted himself up again, this time with Justin's strong arms helping his abs lift his upper body. He slowly cranked out 10 situps. Justin applied just enough force to let Andy raise his torso again and again. He made Andy work. But Justin had to lift more and more with every rep because Andy's abs got weaker and weaker. By the 10th rep, Justin was lifting almost all of Andy's weight. Andy's abs were totally weak and his fat upper body was really heavy. Not too heavy for Justin's strong muscles, of course. When Andy got to the top of his 10th rep, Justin let go and he came crashing down to the board. "You're so fucking weak I can't believe it," said Justin in disgust. "I hope your fuckin' abs get a little stronger, `cause I'm gonna get tired of lifting your fat body up and down every day." Andy looked at his gut. Yeah, it was huge. But for the first time, he could actually feel his ab muscles underneath all the fat. They were a little sore.

Justin kicked Andy in the gut. "Get up, Porky. We're done with the weights. I'm gonna have a big protein shake before we go running. I'm hungry. I need the carbs and the protein." Andy struggled up from the board. He could barely stand up. Did Justin just say they were going to go running? He could hardly walk, let alone go running. He got up and followed Justin upstairs, watching his cousin's buff, strong muscles flex and twitch as he walked in front.

When they got to the kitchen, Justin pulled out the blender, opened a can of protein powder, got the milk out of the refrigerator, and poured a big helping of protein and milk into the blender. Then he switched on the blender and watched the big, protein rich shake take form. After a few seconds he turned off the blender, grabbed the container and gulped down the big shake right from the container like it was nothing. When he was done, he patted his taut abs and burped. "Hmm, good," he said. "Lots of protein to build more muscle." Suddenly Andy realized he was very hungry. "Can I have some too?" he asked plaintively. "I'm really hungry." Justin sneered and punched Andy in the gut. "You don't need any food, fat-boy. You could live off your fucking fat for a whole year. And you're not tryin' to build muscle anyway. I'm the one buildin' the muscle. You just gotta lose some fat from your disgusting body."

Justin looked at Andy's eyes. The fat boy was almost crying.

Finally, he relented. "But hey, I'm a nice guy, ain't I. And I'm your fuckin' personal trainer. So even though you didn't do shit in your workout, I'm gonna let you have a protein shake. Only you don't get to use any milk. Too many carbs and too much fat for you, Porky. You get the protein powder with just plain water." At that, Justin turned on the tap and poured some water into the container.

Then he loaded in some protein powder. Not as much as he gave himself, but a pretty big helping. He turned on the blender. After a few seconds, he turned it off and handed the container to Andy. "Drink up, dweeb. Maybe a little protein will do you good."

Andy gulped down the nourishing liquid. It sure wasn't like the ice cream and chocolate syrup he was used to. He was expecting it to taste terrible, but it actually tasted good. The pure protein actually tasted good to him. He gulped it down. Then he patted his fat gut just like Justin had done to his rippling abs and burped.

Both of the kids laughed. "Drink some water, dweeb," said Justin. "Us jocks drink lots of water. Its good for you." The two boys drank several glasses of water. Justin looked at Andy's huge, fat body. "OK, you get to rest for 15 minutes and then we're goin' on a run. We'll see how good a runner you are." Justin didn't ask. He was giving orders. Andy didn't have a choice. He was going to have to run.

 

Part 3

After the altogether too short rest, Justin pulled Andy off the couch and pushed him out the door. They walked up to a playground about a block from Justin's house. "This is where I run every day," said Justin. "Each lap is a quarter mile. I usually run about three or four miles. I can run 10 miles no sweat, but three or four miles are enough to get my heart really pumping. A good cardio workout to build my endurance. I got great endurance. Just think of it, fat-boy. I'm strong and I got great endurance. I got the whole package. You ain't got shit." Justin started stretching, flexing his muscles as he twisted his muscular torso. After about a minute of this he said, "OK, let's go. Follow me." He took off running at an easy but fast pace. Andy started running too. He tried to keep up with his fast, muscular cousin. He kept his eyes on Justin's strong, wide back, his flexing muscular butt and his big thighs and calves. His calves bulged with each step as Justin ran easily, never allowing his heels to touch the ground. After only about 50 yards, Andy started panting. He was already out of breath. He started dropping back from Justin, running slower and slower. After 100 yards he was totally exhausted. He was wheezing and gasping for air. His body was covered with sweat. He could barely move.

Finally he stopped, stooped over and gasping. Justin looked back and yelled, "Geez, what a wuss," and he kept running. After a little more than a minute, Justin was heading toward Andy, finishing his first lap. He hadn't slowed down one bit. Andy stood in awe, watching the toned and trained body of his cousin come towards him.

As Justin ran past the fat kid, he bumped his muscular shoulder into Andy's fat chest, almost knocking him over. "Total dork," he yelled as he kept running. Well, Justin completed 16 laps---four miles----as if it was nothing. He seemed to be running just as fast in his last lap as he was in his first. Each time he passed Andy, he did something to the fat kid, like bumping him with his shoulder, slapping him on the ass, punching him in the gut or shoulder, whatever he felt like doing to the pathetic fat slob. Smacking Porky was fun, kind of like a fun sport for the strong, fit, muscular kid.

He liked to do it because he could. And there wasn't a fuckin' thing his fat cousin could do about it. Andy just stood there and took it. He knew if he tried to leave Justin would easily catch him and pound his fat ass.

When Justin was done, he stopped in front of Andy and stood there for a moment catching his breath. He was dripping with sweat. His tan skin was taut, the muscles bulging underneath. The muscles in his legs and calves were awesome, striated and covered with veins. His abs were totally shredded and covered with sweat. The abs were pulling in and out with each deep breath he took. He was breathing hard at first, but in less than 30 seconds he had fully recovered and was breathing normally. The kid had just run four miles and didn't even look tired. "You are pathetic," he said. "I run four miles and feel great and you run 100 yards and collapse like a slug. Tomorrow I'm gonna make you run 200 yards whether you like it or not, fuckface." Justin punched Andy real hard in the gut. He had lots of adrenaline and testosterone coursing through his veins. Andy buckled over in pain. Justin laughed. "Come on, weakling. Get over it. I'm gonna be doin' this to you all summer, so you better get used to it. Lets go home and get some lunch."

Justin grabbed Andy from his bucked over position and made him stand up. Then he pushed him towards home. He didn't care that Andy was still in pain. When they got home they went in the kitchen.

Justin's mother had made him two huge sandwiches, one chicken and one tunafish. Plus he had rice, vegetables and fruit. Sitting next to that was a huge glass of milk. On Andy's plate there were some pieces of chicken and some tunafish. No bread, no rice, no vegetables and no fruit. Just chicken and tunafish. Next to his plate was a glass of water. "You don't get to eat any carbs or fat," said Justin. "All you get is protein. You got enough carbs and fat in your fuckin' body to last a year, so I decided you don't get any. I'm your personal trainer and you eat what I say. Oh yeah, and you can have two of those big multi-vitamins and minerals every day. They'll give you enough vitamins so you won't miss the veggies or fruit. I take a big multivitamin even though I eat lots of veggies and fruit. They're good for you." Andy looked down at the chicken and tunafish. He had no idea Justin was going to be this tough on him. But what could he do? He was trapped. He was totally under the control of his domineering, muscular cousin. He had no choice.

Anyway, at this point he was so hungry he would have eaten anything. Andy didn't say a word. He grabbed the chicken and ate the two pieces in less than 20 seconds. Then he scarfed up the tunafish. Justin watched with great amusement. "I'm still hungry," said Andy plaintively, looking at his muscular cousin who was wolfing down his big lunch. Justin looked over at Andy. "So you're still hungry, fat-boy? Well, OK. My rule is that you can eat as much protein as you want, but if I even catch you eating any carbs or fat I'm gonna smash your fat body into a bloody pulp." Justin pulled back his arm, flexed his muscles and punched Andy in the shoulder, not really hard but hard enough to get the message across to the weak fat boy. "Mom, bring Porky some more chicken and tunafish." Justin didn't say please. He knew his mother did whatever he wanted.

Justin's mother brought out three more big pieces of chicken and another whole can of tunafish. Andy gobbled them up. Even with his second helping, he finished his lunch before Justin did. He had never eaten so much protein in his life. When he had sat down, he had a craving for junk food, ice cream and cake, the stuff he usually ate. After eating the pure protein, that craving went away. His stomach actually felt full and it felt good. He put the two multi-vitamin/mineral capsules in his mouth, drank the water and let out a big burp. Then Justin let out a burp of his own, bigger and deeper.

Justin put his right arm on the table. He still wasn't wearing a shirt. His arm and his shoulder and his whole upper body looked incredibly muscular. He popped his bicep and twisted his wrist to flex his forearm, showing off his big muscles to his helpless cousin. "OK, Porky. Put up your fat arm. I'm challenging you to an arm wrestling match. I wanna see what you got." Andy looked at Justin's bulging muscles and shook his head. "I don't think so, Justin. You're way too strong." Justin reached over and grabbed his arm. He squeezed the squishy fat very hard. Harder than he had ever done before. Andy wanted to cry. "I don't care what you think, fat-boy. I wanna arm wrestle. You got that?" He squeezed even harder. The muscles in his forearm bulged like writhing vein-covered snakes, applying incredible force to his strong fingers. "OK, OK," cried Andy. Justin always got what he wanted.

Justin let go of Andy's arm and put his arm back on the table.

Slowly Andy put his own arm up and locked grips with his strong cousin. Justin's hand felt rough and calloused, like it had done a lot of hard work---lifting weights, throwing footballs, etc. It was the hand of a jock. "You say go," said Justin. Andy looked at the bulging muscles in Justin's arm and at the flabby fat in his own arm. His arm was bigger than Justin's, but it was all fat. Justin's arm was all muscle. Andy got ready. "Go!" he said. He pushed his arm as hard as he could against Justin, but it was like he was pushing against a brick wall. Justin started laughing. "Jesus Christ, is that all you got? I can hardly feel that. It feels like a fucking feather." Justin started moving his arm back and forth, kind of teasing Andy as he let the fat kid push his arm way down only to push it up again with obvious ease. He was toying with the fat weakling. Finally he moved his arm back up to vertical. He looked in Andy's eyes. Andy's face was red and swollen from all the struggling he was doing. Justin's handsome, healthy looking face was totally calm. Not a sign of struggle. Justin wasn't even trying hard. He smiled. "Feel the power, dork." In an instant, his bicep exploded and he smashed Andy's hand down on the table. He smashed it so hard the back of Andy's hand got hurt by the hard wood of the table. He kept Andy's hand pinned to the table for several seconds while he watched his triceps bulge in his arm. "You are so weak I can't believe it," he said. "You are a total and complete loser. I could pin your two arms so easy it wouldn't be funny. I could probably pin eight of your fuckin' blubber arms if you had that many. My one arm's got more muscle in it than your whole fucking body. You are totally disgusting." Andy just sat there, embarrassed in front of Justin's mother.

Then Justin's mother spoke up. "You boys have to stop playing now. Justin, it's time for your math tutoring. Andy, I put your stuff in Justin's room. Why don't you two boys go up there. Andy, you can unpack and get settled and then you can give Justin his lesson."

Justin rolled his eyes. He didn't want to do this, but he knew if he didn't his mother would tell his father and his father would beat the shit out of him. Even though Justin was a strong, muscular teenager, he still feared his father, who was bigger and stronger than he was.

Maybe that would change this year, Justin hoped. He wanted to get bigger and stronger than his father. The two cousins walked up to Justin's bedroom. The room had a bed, a desk, a chest of drawers and a closet. One wall had several shelves which were covered solid with sports trophies and medals Justin had won. There were pictures of Justin at various ages in his football uniform and his wrestling singlet and his basketball uniform and his baseball uniform. He was always a total jock. Another wall had posters of college and pro football players taped to it. Over on one side there was a mattress on the floor. "That's where you're gonna sleep, Porky. My mom wanted me to give you my bed, but I said fuck that shit. You gotta sleep on the mattress. And you can keep all you stuff in your suitcase or in that cardboard box. My closet and my chest of drawers are both full of my shit. My mom wanted me to make some room for you, but I told her to fuck off. I'm not gonna clean anything up for a miserable wimp like you. You don't deserve it, you're such a fat pig." Without warning, Justin stripped off his workout shorts and his briefs. He was totally nude. Just like a jock in a locker room, he was totally uninhibited. He had absolutely no problem parading around nude in front of his cousin. Andy noticed that Justin's cock was not very big. He was somewhat surprised. Since Justin had such big muscles, Andy just naturally thought he would have a big cock.

But it wasn't so. In fact Andy thought his own cock, shadowed as it was by his huge gut, was a lot bigger than Justin's. "I'm gonna take a quick shower," said Justin. "I really stink after that workout and that running." He lifted his arm and sniffed the sweat. "Powerful," he said. Then he headed off to the bathroom down the hall. Andy went over and unpacked his stuff as much as he could. Since Justin wasn't going to let him use his closet or chest of drawers, Andy had to leave everything in his suitcase or in the cardboard box Justin put next to the mattress. Just when he was finished, Justin came back into the room, wiping off his buff, muscular body with a towel.

Andy noticed that Justin's cock was hard.

Justin reached down and stroked his cock with his right hand. "I'm really horny," he said, stroking his cock and looking at his flexing pecs and abs and at his cock. "I wanna blow a load right now. I want you to give me a blow job, Porky. My girlfriend won't do it for me. She's too uptight. But you'll do it, won't you Porky. You wanna suck this hard cock. You wanna suck my cock and feel my muscles. Fuck, it don't matter whether you want to do it or not, `cause you're gonna do it. You're my big fat cock slave."

Andy looked at Justin in horror. He had never sucked a guy's cock before and he sure didn't want to start now. "No, Justin. I don't want to. I don't want to suck your cock. Why don't you just beat off?" Justin walked calmly over to Andy and wrapped his arm around his neck. Then he flexed his bicep. The big ball of rock-hard muscle smashed into Andy's fat neck, completely crushing it. Andy started to choke and gag. His windpipe was being crushed by Jason's big muscle. Andy had never in his life felt anything as strong as Justin's flexing arm as it crushed his neck like a steel vise. He tried to push the muscular arm away from his neck, but the flabby little muscles in his own arms were no match for Justin's bulging, weight trained, superstrong muscles. Justin laughed at Andy's feeble attempts. "I said you're gonna suck my dick, fat-boy. Don't you got ears? If you're so smart you should have figured out by now that you do what I say and you don't give me any lip. I'm the one who gives the fucking orders around here and you're the one who obeys them. I don't give a shit whether you want to suck my cock or not. I'm horny, I want a blow job and you're gonna give it to me. You got that, weakling? And you better do a good job or I'll smash your fat ass into a bloody pulp. You know there's nothing you can do to stop my strong muscles from pounding the shit out of you. You're pathetic. A total slob. You're lucky I don't beat you up right now just for challenging my orders." Justin still had his arm wrapped around Andy's neck and with every sentence he pulled harder. His rock-hard bicep was bulging and peaking, driving itself deeper and deeper into Andy's soft flesh. "OK, OK," gurgled Andy. "I'll suck your dick." Justin smiled. "Yeah, I thought you'd wanna do it. These muscles are very persuasive." He released his hold on Andy's neck, flexed his bicep, and looked over approvingly at the huge, bulging muscle.

Justin's cock was now rock hard. He had really gotten off on his domination of his fat cousin. He stroked the cock a couple of times and then said, "Go to it boy, and make it good." Andy got down on his knees and looked up at Justin's buff, radiant body. Every muscle was rippling as Justin prepared for a fantastic orgasm. Justin thrust his crotch into Andy's face. Andy started licking the hard cock. Justin's cock was probably about 5-1/2 inches long. "Hmmmm, feels good," moaned Justin. "Suck my balls." Andy went lower and licked Justin's balls, sucking them into his mouth and licking them with his tongue. "Oh, yeah, oh yeah," moaned Justin. Andy grabbed Justin's calves. The bulging muscles were as hard as rocks. He continued licking Justin's cock and balls. Justin got more and more aroused as his fat-boy slave serviced his jock-boy cock. Finally he said, "Suck it. Suck the whole thing." He grabbed the back of Andy's head and rammed his cock into Andy's mouth. Then he forced Andy's head back and forth over his cock, using his cousin's head like a fuck toy. Andy sucked the hard cock and licked it too.

Justin was in total ecstasy. When he pulled the head close in, Andy's nose went right into his pubic hairs. Even though he had just taken a shower, Andy could already smell some sweat coming up from his crotch. And when Justin pulled Andy's head all the way, his rock hard cock blasted down Andy's throat. Andy started gagging, but Justin didn't care. Testosterone was surging through his jock-boy veins. His primal sexual drive was totally aroused. He was gonna fuck and fuck and fuck and he didn't care how it felt to his fat cousin. It felt great to him and that's all that mattered. He thrust his hips and jerked Justin's head back and forth with his strong arms over and over and over. During this rampage, Andy was grabbing onto Justin's hard, muscular thighs and calves and his very hard, very round musclebutt. Everything about Justin was hard and muscular. After what seemed like several minutes of this face fucking, Justin let out a loud grunt, almost like a warrior yell. He shot load after load into Andy's throat. Surge after surge of hot jism blasted out of Justin's cock and down Andy's throat. "Oh, oh, oh," groaned Justin, as his balls were drained by his fantastic orgasm. He slowed down his jerking of Andy's head, now slowly moving Andy's mouth over his throbbing cock, letting Andy's throat and tongue provide ultimate sexual stimulation to his pulsating, orgasmic cock. Finally, after many ejaculations, he was satiated and he pulled his cock out of Andy's mouth. It was still hard. Andy gasped and took a few breaths. "That was awesome," said Justin. "You're a damn good cocksucker, Porky. We're gonna do that every day, maybe more if I want to. I knew I'd find a way to make you useful. I'm gonna be your personal trainer and you're gonna be my personal cocksucker."

He looked down at Andy with kind of an arrogant smile on his face and flexed his abs and pecs as he continued stroking his still-hard cock. Andy looked up at Justin's buff, muscular body, which was now covered with sweat again. He knew better than to challenge his muscular cousin's orders.

He stood up and said, "I'd better take a shower too." Justin was still stroking his cock. "Sure, Porky, go ahead. I'm done with you." Andy stripped off his sweat pants and boxer shorts. Justin looked over and his eyes got wide. Andy's cock was hard. And it was big! His hard cock was about 9 inches long and it was very thick. It was pointing straight up, pressing against the fat of Andy's huge gut. Justin was kind of stunned. He never thought his pathetic, fat cousin would have a cock bigger than his. He always viewed Andy as an inferior human being, totally inferior in all ways. But there it was. A big, thick cock. He stared at his cousin's cock for a moment and then said, "You got a pretty big dick. Too bad you're so fat you can't stick it in a girl. Your gut's so big your fuckin' cock would be about a foot away from her cunt! Plus, you'd kill her just by climbing on top. She'll be crushed by all your fucking fat." He laughed. Andy didn't say anything. He went down to the bathroom, turned on the shower, got under the hot water and beat off his big cock. Justin wasn't the only one who would have great orgasms this summer.

When Andy returned to the room, Justin had put on another pair of shorts and some sneakers. He still wasn't wearing a shirt. He hardly ever wore a shirt in the summertime. He knew his upper body looked better than any shirt. He had brought another chair into the room and put it next to the desk. His math book from last year was sitting on the desk, along with some paper. "OK, dweeb," he said. "Put on your fucking clothes and let's get started on the math. I guess I gotta do this. We've got exactly one hour, `cause we're gonna meet up with my friends and play some football this afternoon. So sit your fat ass down and teach me some math." Andy put on a clean pair of boxer shorts and his sweatshirt and sweatpants. Then he put on his own size 14 sneakers. They looked to be almost twice the size of Justin's, who wore a size 9. He sat down and opened the math book. Andy started at chapter one and patiently tried to teach Justin the math. The stuff was totally easy for Andy, but it was clear Justin had no clue. Andy was surprised at just how dumb his cousin was. He had heard about dumb jocks. Now he was seeing one in the flesh. The hard, muscular flesh. But Andy did his best. After the hour, he felt Justin really had learned something. Justin didn't care. "Time for football!" he yelled and jumped up from his chair.

They went into the kitchen. Justin grabbed a couple of protein bars and wolfed them down with a big glass of milk. "You can have the protein bars, but no milk," he told Andy. Andy grabbed five protein bars and gobbled them up, washing them with glasses of water. The protein bars actually tasted kind of good. Justin grabbed Andy and pulled him out the door. "Let's go, Porky. My friends are waiting." They walked up to the same playground they had run on that morning. Five guys were standing around, laughing and joking with each other. Andy recognized them all from school. They were all in his and Justin's class. Big men on campus. Big jocks who were stars on the junior high football team. They were all looking forward to playing high school football. They knew they were studs. None of them were wearing shirts. They were wearing shorts and sneakers, just like Justin. And they all had incredible bodies. Justin walked up to the group and gave them high fives. Then he turned to Andy. "Guys, you remember this fat slob from school. He's a pathetic fucking sack of shit, as we all know. Well, I got a confession to make. He's my cousin. It's hard to believe, I know, but this weak sack of shit is my fucking cousin. My dad's making me be his personal trainer this summer. He's making me try to shape up this fat slob so he'll lose some weight. So he's takin' orders from me. Oh yeah, and he's teaching me some math. You remember how I almost flunked math. Not that I give a shit. His name's Porky. That's not his real name, but that's what I call him. I've been calling him Porky since we were five years old. He's always been a fat pig like this." Justin reached over and grabbed two handfuls of Andy's blubber and jiggled them up and down. The other jocks laughed. "So Porky, meet the team. You probably never talked to any of them before `cause you're such a loser and they're all studs. This is Steve, this is Brock, this is Jason, this is Ryan and this is Kevin. The six of us rule the school. You knew that, of course."

Justin laughed and the six studs gave high fives to each other again. Andy recognized Steve as the kid who had punched him in the gut at school, the one with the tan, incredibly shredded abs. He was tall, about six feet, and had blond hair and blue eyes. Like all the jocks, his hair was cut short. He had beautiful muscles. He looked like a tall swimmer who had gotten real muscular. His skin was a beautiful golden tan and his abs looked absolutely fantastic. Andy remembered when he had touched those abs and couldn't believe their hardness. And Andy remembered when Brock had squeezed his gut and his fat arm, bringing him to tears with the brute force of his thick, strong fingers. Brock was shorter, about 5'7", but was built like a Mack truck. He was incredibly thick and muscular. He had black hair and dark brown eyes. His legs looked like big tree trunks. His arms were big and muscular. Andy looked at those arms and shuddered, remembering again how those thick fingers had squeezed Andy's fat so hard that Andy couldn't stand the pain. Along with Justin, Steve and Brock were the ringleaders of this group of strong, arrogant jocks. And they loved to tease and torture other kids. Andy was one of their favorite targets.

The other three boys were also big and muscular for 9th graders. They were total football jocks. Andy looked at the six boys with a look of awe and jealousy. Oh how he wished he looked anything like these six studs. The boys paired up into two teams. Justin, Steve and Brock were on one team and Jason, Ryan and Kevin were on the other team. Andy still didn't know what he role would be. Then Justin said, "Porky, you're gonna be on the other team. Line up behind the center and in front of the quarterback and block. You're the blocking back." All the boys grinned as Justin said that. They seemed to know something Andy didn't know. So the boys lined up.

Jason was the quarterback, Ryan was the center and Kevin was on the line. After a quick block, he'd run out for a pass. On defense, Steve was the linebacker-cornerback. Justin and Brock were on the line. Andy stood between the center and quarterback, just off to the left. He didn't know what to do. He had never played football before in his life. On three, Ryan hiked the ball to Jason. In a flash, Justin and Brock came charging through. Kevin blocked Brock, but Justin came though untouched. He was running at full speed.

When he got to Andy, he lowered his muscular shoulder and smashed as hard as he could into the helpless fat boy. There was a loud smacking sound as Justin's muscular torso collided with Andy's fat body. Andy went crashing down to the ground, with Justin on top of him. His huge 250 pounds of mass was not nearly enough resistance for Justin's hard-charging 150 pounds of muscle. Justin jumped up and stood over his fallen cousin, flexing his muscles in a most muscular pose.. "Nice hit," yelled Brock. Andy lay on the ground, bruised and hurt. Justin's hit had been the hardest blow that he had ever felt. "That was awesome," said Justin. "It felt fantastic when my hard body smashed into you, just blasting you to the ground. What a rush! You're a perfect tackling dummy. Now get up and get ready for the next play. Steve, you're next!" Andy looked at Steve in horror. The tall, blond, muscular jock started stretching and flexing his muscles. He was all psyched for the big hit. Justin pulled at Andy's arm. "Get up, you lazy pig." Brock came over to help. Between the two of them they yanked Andy to his feet. "OK, ready for the next play," said Justin. This time Steve was on the line with Brock and Justin was the linebacker-cornerback. On three, Ryan hiked the ball to Jason. This time Steve came blasting though at full speed, dropped his shoulder and smashed into Andy. On the way down, he wrapped his arms around the huge fat kid's chest and ended up right on top of him as his back crashed to the ground. "You lose, fat-boy," he said as he looked Andy in the eye with his own sky-blue eyes. Then he pushed hard with his arms, propelling his torso up in the air. His muscular torso came crashing down on Andy's fat chest. Andy gasped as the hard muscle hit his fat. "What a loser," said Steve. "You're next, Brock." Andy thought he was almost dead. He couldn't take any more of this, but the six muscle jock boys didn't care. They were having fun.

They pulled Andy up again. This time he could hardly stand up. They lined up and this time Brock came charging through. His stocky, muscular body, driven forward by his powerful tree trunk legs, smashed into Andy with overwhelming force. Andy hit the ground harder than ever. Brock put his foot on Andy's chest and flexed his biceps in triumph. "You're a fuckin' wuss," he said. Andy lay on the ground looking up at Brock's rock-solid body and his huge legs. Yeah, he was a wuss compared to these muscle jocks. Well, after Brock's hit Andy couldn't really stand up on his own. Even these insensitive jocks could see he couldn't take any more. So they let him sit on the ground while they played football. They played for about an hour and a half. Andy was amazed at the intensity of their play. They weren't wearing helmets or pads, but they were still tackling each other with furious abandon. Their muscular bodies seemed to revel in the hard play. None of them ever complained about being hurt or being tired. Their muscular bodies were like strong fortresses, dishing out and receiving punishing blows with absolutely no damage. Watching these muscular kids do things to each other he couldn't even hope to do, Andy stared in awe. Luckily after an hour and a half he felt good enough to walk home with Justin. "That was fun," said Justin on the way back. "You'll like football once you get the hang of it. You just gotta take those hits better." Andy knew better than to talk back. "Yeah, sure," he said.

 

Part 4

When they got home, Justin mixed up another protein shake for himself and made one for Andy with just water. Andy was so tired he could hardly walk. He sat down in the family room and watched some TV. Justin came in and changed the channel to the program he wanted. He didn't even ask Andy. Of course he wouldn't. He didn't need to. He was the total boss. He was still not wearing a shirt. Just some shorts. No shoes either. In a few minutes, the doorbell rang and Justin went to get it. He came back into the family room with a beautiful girl. He had his arm wrapped around her and she had her arm wrapped around him, with her hand grabbing onto Justin's big arm. He was subtly flexing his biceps and triceps for her to feel. She was obviously digging it.

"This is my girlfriend Kimberly," he said. "Kimberly, this is Porky. Porky's my cousin. I'm gonna be his personal trainer this summer so he loses some of that disgusting fat. He does what I tell him to." Andy stood up. He recognized Kimberly from school, although he had never dared to speak to her. She was one of the most gorgeous girls in the whole school. She was a jock too---captain of the girl's swimming team. She had blond hair and blue eyes and a golden brown tan. Justin went over and squeezed two handfuls of fat on Andy's gut. "Look at this blubber. Ain't it disgusting?" He wiggled the fat up and down mockingly. Then he squeezed with his strong hands until Andy cried out in pain. "Stop that, Justin," said Kimberly. "You're hurting him." Justin looked at his girlfriend in mock surprise. "Hurting him? Hurting him? Fuck it don't matter if I hurt him. He likes getting hurt by my big, strong muscles. I can do anything I want to him and he likes it. He squeezed again. You like this, don't you Porky? You like it when I fuck with you and tell you how fat and disgusting you are." Andy stayed silent for a moment. Justin let go of the fat, curled his arm up slightly, and made a fist. Then he flexed his biceps, triceps and forearm muscles. The rock-hard muscle rippled and bulged under his skin. Andy remembered what that muscle had done to his neck that morning when he disobeyed his cousin. He gulped. He looked Kimberly in the eye and said, "Yeah, I like it." Justin smiled. "See I told you. He's a total wuss."

For a moment, Andy's eyes locked with Kimberly's. She could sense that Andy wasn't telling the truth. She knew that her strong boyfriend was making him say that. But she also knew there was nothing she could do about it. This was just the way life is. This was just the way things are. The strong pick on the weak. The strong do whatever they want to the weak and there isn't a thing the weak can do about it. It was just the natural order of things. She felt sorry for Andy, but that feeling didn't overcome her overwhelming attraction to Justin's body. She really liked her strong boyfriend's body. It was the main thing about him that turned her on. His body was bulging with strong muscles.. They were the muscles of a total stud. They were muscles of the Alpha male. They were muscles that could provide for her and protect her.

Justin's strong, buff, muscular body incited her basic, primal instinct as a beautiful girl. The instinct to mate with the Alpha male. The biggest, strongest and most muscular male. The male who was more muscular and far stronger than other boys. The male who was so strong and good looking he naturally dominated the other males. The male who was the best hunter. The male who was so big and strong he could protect her from any enemy. The male whose superior genes would produce beautiful, healthy and strong children for her. Kimberly was totally attracted to Justin's incredibly muscular body. She was drawn to him like steel to a magnet. She craved Justin's body and his big, hard muscles. The arrogant jock personality just naturally came along with it. She turned toward him and squeezed his big, flexing arm with one hand while she rubbed her other hand over his rock-hard washboard abs and his bulging pecs. Justin smiled as his girlfriend admired his body, her attention now completely turned away from the fat slob standing there.

"Forget him," said Justin. "Let's go to my room and get up close and personal." He ran his hands up her shirt and fondled her breasts. Instinctively, she ran her hands all over his body, feeling his hard, bulging muscles. "See ya later, dork," said Justin as he strutted away with his girlfriend, the two of them fondling each other's hot bodies.

About a half hour later Justin and Kimberly came out of his room. They were still fondling each other, now even more than before. Kimberly's shirt was totally disheveled and her shorts were off center. It was clear she had taken them off for Justin. Now he was fondling her breasts with wild abandon. Kimberly ran her hands over Justin's abs and down under his shorts, grabbing his rock-hard cock. Then Justin kissed her real hard, ramming his tongue deep inside her mouth while he squeezed her close to his muscular body with his strong arms. Kimberly wrapped her arms around his muscular back, taking in the size and hardness and strength of Justin's lats and upper back. Then Justin let go and said, "Bye babe. See ya tomorrow." Kimberly smiled at her big, muscular boyfriend and walked out the door. Justin turned to Andy. "Geez, that girl is hot! She turns me on so bad! Every time we make out we get to third base. I get so turned on I can't stand it. But she won't let me hit a home run. She won't let me fuck her and she won't give me a blow job. I'm so fucking horny I can't stand it. I got hormones raging like crazy." Justin pulled down his shorts and rubbed his rock hard cock with his right hand. The stiff weapon was actually throbbing. Then he walked over to Andy and jerked him off the sofa. "Come on, cocksucker. You're gonna service Justin's big hard cock again. My girlfriend won't give head but you sure will, won't you fat-boy. You don't have a choice. I'm gonna get off real good." So Justin dragged Andy into his room, closed the door and got another fantastic blow job from his fat cousin. Life was good for this dominant, muscular kid.

Well, at dinner Justin ate a huge well-balanced meal of steak, potatoes, vegetables, fruit and milk. No dessert. His mother always cooked him good, wholesome food and Justin was always a good eater. Justin was real hungry and he ate two steaks. His mom said he did this all the time. No wonder he had built such a buff, muscular body. All Andy got was the steak. Steak and water. Andy ate two steaks so fast you could hardly see the eating motion. Then he said he was still hungry. Justin's mom said she had only cooked two steaks for each of him and Justin, but she had a couple of cooked chickens in the refrigerator. She got out one of the chickens and started to put it in the microwave. "You don't have to heat it. I'll just eat it cold," he said. He was so hungry he didn't care. She handed him the whole chicken and he started ripping it apart with his fingers, eating all the meat in about two minutes. Andy was a fucking eating machine. "Do you have more?" he asked. Justin's mother nodded and got out another whole chicken. Andy ripped this one apart too, consuming the entire bird. Finally he was full. Two big steaks and two big chickens. "Well, you sure have a big appetite, Andy," Justin's mother said. "I hope you don't put on any more weight. Remember, you're here to lose that fat. But you can have all the protein you want, so I won't complain about your big appetite. I'll just buy more meat and chicken." Andy nodded. "Thanks," he said. Justin was sitting there just sort of staring. He couldn't believe his cousin had just put away two big steaks and two whole chickens. Justin had never eaten that much before. His big cousin sure had a big appetite. Too bad for him he was such a weak wuss.

Andy was so exhausted he went to bed at 8:00. The mattress on the floor was hard and lumpy but he didn't care. His whole body was aching. He had never been so sore and tired in his life. He immediately fell asleep. Justin thought it was funny his fat cousin was so tired. He went to bed at 10:30, as usual. The next morning the boys ate a big breakfast----only protein for Andy, plus two megavitamin/mineral capsules----and then went down to the basement for their workout. Like yesterday, they only wore shorts. No shirt and no shoes. The first thing they did was weigh themselves on the scale. Justin was looking forward to adding at least a pound of muscle. He had worked out so hard and eaten so much the previous day, he figured it was a sure thing. He got on the scale. One hundred fifty-one pounds. Justin weighed exactly the same as the day before. "Fuck!" he yelled, clearly disappointed. "Oh well. They say you hit sticking points once in awhile. I'm just at a sticking point. I'll work harder and get bigger." He had no doubt he would continue to grow bigger and stronger. Then Andy got on the scale. Two hundred forty-seven pounds. Andy had lost five pounds in one day. "Wow," said Justin. "My all-protein diet and those workouts I'm giving you really worked. You lost a lot of fuckin' fat. Too bad you're still a weak pussy-boy." Justin reached over, grabbed Andy's upper arm and squeezed. Just like yesterday, his strong fingers smashed through the fat. Then Andy curled his arm up to a 90 degree angle and flexed his bicep. Justin's mouth dropped open. Unlike yesterday, he could actually feel some muscle in there. It was small and it was soft but it was muscle. "Hey, it feels like you put on a little muscle after all," he said, still not quite believing what he was feeling. "Lets take some of your measurements."

Justin got out the tape and wrapped it around Andy's waist. "Forty-eight inches. Fuck, you already lost an inch and a half off your waist. That's incredible." Then he measured Andy's chest. "Forty- five inches. That's the same as yesterday. That's strange. You lost an inch and a half on your waist but not a thing on your chest. It's full of fat too. Too bad you're not losing any of that fat." Justin measured Andy's arm and his thigh. Both measurements were the same as the day before. Andy had lost five pounds, had lost an inch and a half from his waist, but hadn't lost a thing in his chest, arms or thighs. "I guess your gut is gonna lose some fat but the rest of your body is gonna stay looking like a fuckin' pig," said Justin. "Hard to figure out why." Justin didn't even bother taking his own measurements. He knew they were the same as yesterday.

"OK, blubber-boy. You may have lost five pounds but you're still a fat pig. Time for your workout. Got on that bench." Andy got on the bench. He looked up at bare 45 pound bar that he had hardly been able to press for 10 reps yesterday, only 7 on his own power. He lifted the bar off the rack and lowered it to his chest. Strangely, the bar felt different from yesterday. It felt lighter. He pushed hard, just like he had done yesterday, and the bar went zooming up. Wow! He didn't know his own strength. He lowered the bar again and pressed it up easily, this time under control. Justin's jaw dropped open. Then Andy proceeded to lower and raise the bar for another 18 reps, finally crashing the bar onto the rack after the 20th rep. He didn't even slow down at the end. The weight he had struggled with yesterday was now a warm-up. He couldn't believe it. Neither could Justin. "Oh my God," said Justin. "You just did 20 easy reps with a weight you could hardly lift for seven reps yesterday." Andy stood up and flexed his pecs. He reached up and pressed his fingers into his chest. He could feel some muscle bulging under the thick fat. The muscle was hard. He rubbed his fingers over the muscles, hardly believing what he was feeling. "Feel my chest, Justin," he said.

Justin tentatively reached over and pressed his fingers into Andy's fat chest. "Holy shit!" he said. Yesterday he felt nothing but fat. Today he felt muscle. Not a lot of muscle. Not big muscle. But real muscle. And it was hard. Justin was stunned. "I wanna do another set," said Andy. "That was too easy. Let's add 10 pounds to each side." Justin couldn't believe what he was hearing. His fat cousin wanted to add almost 50% more weight to the bar.

They put on the two 10 pound plates and Andy got on the bench. Justin stood behind him, fully expecting to have to pull the 65 pound bar off Andy's fat chest after it crashed there. Andy lifted the bar off the rack and lowered it to his chest. Then he pressed up. To his and Justin's complete surprise, the bar went up. He pressed the bar all the way up without any difficulty at all. The bar felt the same to him as the 45 pound bar he lifted yesterday. He lowered it again and raised it back up. Then again and again. He completed seven reps totally on his own. On the eighth rep he started struggling. Justin put his hands under the bar and started yelling. "Push it up you fat pig. Push it up yourself. I'm not gonna help you this time." Andy got a shot of adrenaline in his veins and pushed harder. He pressed it all the way up on his own power. "Two more, fuckhead," yelled Justin. This time Justin had to help, but Andy squeezed out two more reps. Then he crashed the bar onto the rack and almost jumped off the bench. "Wow," he yelled. "I didn't think I'd be able to do that. I feel great!" He moved his arms back and forth, flexing his pecs. Justin looked at his fat cousin with a look of disbelief. "Yeah, I didn't think you'd be able to do that either. I guess you were so weak before that your body is just getting to be more normal. Normal for a wimp. You're such a wuss that you'll probably top out on the bench at about 80 pounds or so. That's all the weight the nerds at school can do. Some of those little nerds have been lifting weights for over a year in the school gym and they still can't bench more than 80 pounds. Meanwhile me and Steve and Brock have gotten so strong we can do 200 pounds no sweat.

Those little nerds just look at us like fuckin' Gods. Which we are, of course. You're gonna be just another nerd tryin' to build muscle, Porky. Your fairy tale dream that you'll have muscles like me will end pretty soon. It always does for wimps like you." Andy looked at Justin's ripped, muscular body and at his own fatty body. Maybe what Justin said was true. Maybe Justin was born to be a muscle stud and he was born to be a fat wuss. He didn't know. He had absolutely no idea.. But he flexed his pecs again and felt the hard muscle bulging under his fat. He smiled. And his cock started getting hard under his shorts.

Justin started his back routine for the day.. He was going to do lat pulldowns, dumbbell rows, cable rows, shrugs for his traps and deadlifts for his lower back. He was going to do five sets of each exercise with, for Andy, incredibly heavy weights. After he did his first set of lat pulldowns it was time for Andy to do his military presses. He started with a 35 pound bar, the same weight he could hardly lift yesterday. He cleaned the bar up to his shoulders and then pressed it up. To his surprise and pleasure, it felt like a feather. He pressed it up and down 20 times easy. "Holy shit," Justin said again. "You could hardly lift that bar yesterday. Now you're lifting it like a toothpick." Justin started looking a little worried. He reached over and felt Andy's shoulders. Andy lifted his arms up and down. Justin could feel the flexing delt muscles in Andy's shoulders. "Fuckin' A," he said. Andy reached down and grabbed two 10 pound plates. "I wanna try an extra 20 on this too," he said. He put the plates on the bar. With only about a minute's rest, he hoisted the bar up to his shoulders again. Then he pressed it up. He pressed it all the way up. "Fuck yeah!" he yelled. He had just pressed 55 pounds, when he could hardly do 35 pounds yesterday. He pressed the bar up and down another five times, for a total of six reps. "Help me Justin," he yelled. Justin put his hands under his fat cousin's arms and helped him press the bar up and down for four more reps. The last rep was murder. Justin made Andy struggle with every ounce of energy in his fat body. Andy dropped the bar to the floor and yelled, "Fuck, that was great!" Justin just stood there, kind of paralyzed.

After that, Justin kind of lost interest in his own workout. He kind of went through the motions. Andy was getting his full attention. He couldn't believe how much stronger this fat slob had gotten in one day. Andy did two sets of lat pulldowns, barbell rows, barbell curls and tricep pressdowns. Each time he started with the weight he could hardly lift yesterday and that weight felt like a feather. He used it as his warmup, easily cranking out 20 reps. Then he loaded on another 20 pounds for the lat pulldowns and the barbell rows and 15 pounds for the barbell curls and tricep pressdowns. With Justin's help with the last few reps, he was able to do 10 reps with these much heavier weights. He had increased the weight he was using in his exercises by 50 percent in one day! His curls and triceps pressdowns went from 30 to 45 pounds. When he finished his arm exercises he flexed his arms in the mirror, just like Justin had done so many times. It was hard to see, but he thought he saw the tops of his upper arms rise up just a bit, as if the fat was being pushed up by bulging muscle underneath. The lower part of his arms also looked a bit firmer, like the fat was being pushed out by his triceps.

Justin was staring at the same image in the mirror. He gulped. Andy reached up and felt his flexed upper arm. A bolt of lightning went up his spine as he felt his own muscles. Yesterday he had felt little bulges in his biceps and triceps after they had gotten a pump with their first barbell exercises ever. Today those bulges were much bigger. They had gotten a lot bigger overnight. And the muscle was much harder. It was harder than his muscles had ever been. He was amazed at how much bigger and harder his muscles felt. His cock started to rise in his shorts as he felt his bulging muscles. "Come over and feel this, Justin," he said. Justin walked over and wrapped his hand around Andy's upper arm. He positioned his fingers on the top, just like he had done before when he dug in and caused incredible pain, crushing Andy's fat down to the bone. Then he squeezed. The first inch or so was no sweat. The layer of fat felt like mush to Justin's strong fingers. Then his fingers stopped. They had hit muscle. He rolled his hand back and forth and felt the round hardness of the pumped bicep muscle in Andy's arm. It wasn't big, but it was muscle. And it was pumped. Andy was getting muscle! "Holy shit," Justin said. "How'd you do that?" Andy smiled. "You're a good trainer," he said.

Andy put down his arm. "Time to hit my legs," he said. All of a sudden he was all charged up to do his next exercise. Yesterday he was cursing his cousin for forcing him to do the exercises. Now he was raring for more. He went over to the squat area. Yesterday, he could hardly lift his body up and down for six reps. Justin had to help him for the final four reps. Today he did 20 reps easy. A warm up. Then he put the 45 pound bar on his shoulders and cranked out 10 reps, only slowing down for the last two reps. "I wanna do another set," he said. Justin just stood there looking at him. He couldn't believe this fat kid could do another set or even more that he wanted to try. Andy put the 45 pound bar on his shoulders again and cranked out 6 reps on his own. "Need help, Justin," he yelled, almost like an order. Justin put his hands under the bar and gently helped him up for the last three reps. Andy had done three brutal sets of squats. It was obvious his legs were far stronger than they were yesterday. When you consider he weighed almost 250 pounds, his legs were pretty damn strong. Then he did calf raises. He started with no weight at all and did the 20 reps so easy it wasn't even funny. He put the 45 pound bar on his shoulders and did another 20 reps. He rested less than 30 seconds with the bar still on his back. "Put ten on each side," he told Justin, again almost giving him an order. Justin obeyed. Then he cranked out eight slow reps with 65 more pounds on his back than he could do yesterday. "Need help," he yelled as he slowly finished the 8th rep, and Justin helped him finish the last two reps. When he finished his squats and calf raises he flexed his legs. They were still covered with fat but you could see slight protrusions where the quads were flexing underneath. You could also see the fat in his calves being pushed out by the small but bulging muscles underneath. Andy pressed his hands into his thighs and felt the muscle flex at his command. His already semihard cock got harder as he felt his own muscle. Muscle he thought he would never have. He was getting muscles! He was stoked. "Hey Justin, feel my muscle. Come over here and feel it." Justin reached down and felt Andy's flexing thigh. Yesterday there had been nothing but fat. Today he could feel some quad muscle flexing underneath the fat. Justin kind of gulped. He really couldn't believe what he was feeling. Then he got back his macho composure. "Yeah, it feels like you got some muscle all right. It was probably already there and just got a little more pumped now. You're a fuckin' dweeb. Dweebs can't put on real muscle." He flexed his own rippling quads. "Only jocks like me can put on real muscle. You're just a fat wimp." Andy looked at Justin's bulging quads. "Yeah, you're probably right," he said, knowing that Justin was totally wrong. He could feel his new muscles with his own fingers. His big cock got really hard under his shorts.

"Time for situps," said Andy, not waiting for Justin to give the order. He went over to the situp board, put his feet under the belt and lifted up his torso. Yesterday he couldn't do even one situp on his own. Justin had to help him do all ten. Now he cranked out seven on his own before he collapsed. "I wanna do three more. Gimme a spot, Justin." Justin reached down and helped him do three more.

Andy collapsed on the board. After about a minute he said "I wanna do another set." Justin couldn't believe it. This kid actually wanted to punish himself. Andy locked his hands behind his head and eked out four reps, straining with all his might. "Spot!" he yelled. Justin jumped to attention and help the big fat kid lift his huge torso up and down for the next six reps. Collapsed onto the board, totally exhausted. His abs were burning. But in a way, he felt great. He got up off the board and grabbed his gut. "I'm hungry," he said "I need some protein."

The boys went upstairs and Justin fixed a protein shake for himself with milk and another protein shake for Andy with water. Andy gulped the shake down so fast Justin didn't even see him swallow. "I want another one," he said. "Well, OK," said Justin. "You sure have a big appetite." He made another shake, putting even more protein powder in. Andy gulped this one down too. Then he patted his big stomach. "Feels good," he said. Justin punched him in the gut. "OK, you fat slob. You may be a little stronger today, but you're still a wimp compared to me. What did you bench? Sixty-five pounds? Shit I can do 205 no sweat. You're still a wuss. You're a total loser. You're just lucky you've got a good personal trainer like me who shows you how to lift and feeds you right. But you'll reach your dork limit pretty soon. It just a matter of time. Now lets go out and run. Let's see if you can run more than 100 yards."

Andy grabbed three protein bars and wolfed them down with water. Then he and Justin walked up to the playground to run. When they got there, they saw Steve and Brock standing around waiting for them. They were shirtless, wearing only some running shorts and sneakers, just like Justin. Their muscular 15 year old bodies were radiant. Tan and buff and beautiful. Andy had put back on his big sweatshirt and sweatpants. He never showed his body in public. Steve and Brock were rubbing their cocks, which were obviously hard under their shorts. And they were looking at Andy in kind of a funny way. Andy couldn't figure out what was going on. Justin walked up and gave his friends high fives. He looked down at their bulging crotches and smiled. Then he turned to Andy. "I told Steve and Brock what a good cocksucker you are, Porky. They want some head. Look, they're already horny as hell. Shit, they're always horny, just like me. We like to get off all the time. We got so much testosterone and fucking hormones raging through our bodies, our cocks are charged up and ready to blast all the time. So you're gonna give us all head. Really good head. Just like you did for me yesterday."

Andy looked at the muscular bodies of these three 9th grade super jocks. His own cock got hard looking at all that rippling young muscle. He really liked their muscle. But sucking their cocks was a different matter. "I don't think so," he said. Steve and Brock calmly walked up to him. Without warning, Steve started punching him mercilessly in the chest and gut. His fists felt like piledrivers as his big muscles blasted them into Andy's soft, helpless flesh. Brock grabbed Andy's right arm and twisted it up his back. Andy tried to push back, but his weak muscles were nothing compared to the awesome power of Brock's thick, strong arm. Andy cried out in pain as his chest and stomach absorbed incredibly hard blows and his arm was almost twisted out of its socket by the muscular bullies. "We didn't ask for permission," said Brock, right in Andy's ear. "When we wanna do something to you, we just do it. Don't you remember? You're such a disgusting pig, we can do anything we want to you any time we feel like it. So now, we're gonna fuck your face, and you're gonna give us pleasure. `Cause a fat pig like you is alive just to give us jocks pleasure. You ain't got no other purpose in life. You're just here to serve us and for us to have fun with." Justin looked on approvingly as his muscular bully friends beat up his cousin and told the fat pig where he fit in the social hierarchy of the world.

By now, Andy was crying. He knew there was nothing he could do to stop these muscle kids from doing whatever they wanted to him, including making him give them blow jobs. "OK, OK, I'll do it. Please stop. Please stop." Steve stopped his punching and Brock let go of Andy's arm. "I knew you'd come around," said Brock. "You weak little dorks always do. Let's go over there." The boys walked over beyond some bushes where they would be out of view from the rest of the playground. Immediately, Steve and Brock pulled down their shorts, revealing rock hard cocks. A second later Justin did the same thing. All three muscle kids stood facing Andy, stroking their hard cocks. Steve's cock was the biggest of the three. It was about an inch bigger than Justin's but nowhere near as big as Andy's.

Brock's cock was only a little longer than Justin's, but it was very thick, just like the rest of him. But it wasn't anywhere near as thick as Andy's cock. Of course, neither Steve or Brock could see Andy's cock because he was wearing his big sweatpants. Andy got down on his knees. Then, one by one, he licked the cocks and balls of the three muscular jocks. He could smell the sweat evaporating from their crotch. It was definitely the smell of real jock-boy sweat. The sweat that jocks make when they're working out their buff muscles. Andy never made sweat that smelled like that. He wasn't a jock. These three studs were alpha jocks. Their sweat was 100% pure jock-boy sweat. And it smelled very good -musky, sexy---a very erotic smell.

Andy moved his mouth and tongue back and forth among the three, giving each one equal time. He was a great cocksucker. Spasms of pleasure surged through the bodies of the three musclestuds. "Fuck, that feels sooooo good," yelled Steve. "Gimme more, gimme more," yelled Brock. After several minutes of licking, Andy started putting the dicks into his mouth, sucking and licking the rock hard shafts with his tongue, one jock at a time. He made loud slurping noises as he serviced the rock-hard cocks of the three dominant males. As Steve forced his cock into Andy's mouth, he thrust his hips back and forth, forcing his iron shaft deep into Andy's throat, as the fat boy sucked and licked and caused lightning bolts of pleasure to surge through the rippling, muscular body of the dominant jock. As he sucked, the jock wrapped his hands around Andy's head, forcing it back and forth over his sensitive organ. It took the full strength of other two boys to pull Andy's head away from their friend so he could service one of their cocks too. This went on for many minutes. The muscle kids were so hot and so aroused they started yelling and screaming with ecstasy. The muscles in their bodies were tensed and pumped and shredded, the fibers rippling under their thin skin. Sweat was glistening on their tan skin. Finally Andy jerked his head back and stroked their cocks gently with his fingers.

Instantly, all three cocks exploded, blasting spurt after spurt of thick, white cum right into Andy's face. The ejaculation of the three muscle studs lasted almost a minute. Each one of them shot what seemed like a half a cup of jism, containing millions and millions of genetically superior muscle-boy sperm. They stroked their hard cocks for another few minutes, enjoying the spasms of pure pleasure that continued to surge through their bodies. Finally, Steve tackled Andy, forcing him easily to the ground. He squeezed his strong legs against Andy's body and thrust his still hard cock up and down Andy's fat gut, continuing to revel in pleasure. His straddling and mock fucking of the helpless fat boy was his ultimate showing of dominance. Brock and Justin jumped on top of Steve, thrusting their own cocks up and down on the muscular bodies of their friends. Over 450 pounds of naked, hard, sweaty muscle was now squirming on Andy, crushing his weak, fat body. He could hardly breath. But these three muscle jocks didn't care. They were the dominant ones. They were having fun. They could do whatever they wanted. They writhed their muscular bodies back and forth, rubbing their still-hard and still-sensitive cocks over each other. Their orgasms never seems to stop. They were in heaven. Andy was in hell. They didn't give a shit.

After the boys were done with their orgy, they put their shorts back on and kicked Andy, who was still laying on the ground. He was so sore from the beating and the crushing that he could hardly move. "Get, up, Porky," ordered Justin. "You still gotta run. Your cocksucking doesn't get you out of it. We're all gonna run now."

Brock smiled and stroked his cock. "You're a fuckin' good cocksucker, fat-boy. That's the best cocksucking I've ever had. We're gonna want a lot of that this summer, right boys?" Steve and Justin laughed and gave Brock high fives. Andy looked up at the muscular boys. Now he was going to have to service all three of these dominant young bucks, not just Justin. And they'd probably abuse him the whole time, just for fun. But he knew there was nothing he could do about it. They were strong---super strong---and he was weak, very weak. Deep in his heart he hoped the weights might help him, but he wasn't sure. These three muscle kids were total jocks. He was a dork. The jocks always dominate the dorks. That's just the natural order of things. Andy grabbed his sweatshirt and tried to wipe the gobs and gobs of cum off his face.

Justin and Steve pulled Andy up off the ground and pushed him out of the bushes. "Lets go," ordered Justin, and he and his two friends started off, their muscular legs easily propelling them forward. "Get going, punk!" yelled Justin. Andy started off down the field. Much to his surprise the running didn't seem as difficult as it was yesterday. He passed 100 yards and he wasn't tired and he wasn't wheezing. Yesterday, he had collapsed after this distance. He continued on, exhilarated at his newfound stamina. After 200 yards he started feeling tired and was breathing harder. He made one complete lap around the field, a quarter mile, and he was still going! Finally, as he approached 300 yards his legs started to give out and his breathing was very hard. He was wheezing a little but not as much as yesterday. He drove himself as hard as he could, pushing just beyond 300 yards. Then he collapsed on the ground. He sat there watching the three muscle studs run effortlessly around the field. Every time they passed him, one of them would kick him in the butt or the gut. He didn't care. He had just run three times further than yesterday. He was stoked.

When the muscle kids had finished three miles, they stopped and stood over Andy. "Geez, you're a slob," said Steve. "You only ran 300 yards and then you collapsed like a slug. You're disgusting." Andy looked up at the buff, blond Adonis and said, "That's three times farther than I went yesterday, Steve. I'm not a stud like you, but I'm getting better." Steve looked down at the fat dweeb and flexed his muscles in a most-muscular pose. "Better ain't good enough, dweeb," he said. "You're still a weak dweeb and you're always gonna be a weak dweeb." He flexed his legs and the quads bulged like thick slabs of hard beef. The calf muscles almost burst out of his tan skin. "Yeah," he said, looking at his big, flexing muscles with approval. "See ya later, dweeb. My cock's gonna need another blow job after football this afternoon." Then he and Brock strutted away. Justin reached down and picked up Andy. "Well, I'm glad you're gonna make yourself useful to me and my friends this summer. We're gonna totally enjoy all your blowjobs this summer. And maybe Steve and Brock won't beat you up any more if you keep being a good little cocksucker. Of course, they might just beat you up anyway, just for fun. Your fat is really fun to punch." Andy didn't say anything. The two cousins walked home.

 

Part 5

Justin's mother had prepared another all protein lunch for Andy. He was ravenously hungry. He had never been so hungry in all his life. He ate the tuna and chicken in about five minutes. Then he asked for more. Justin's mother opened another can of tuna and gave him another whole chicken. He ate them both. Then he made himself a protein shake and drank that. Then he ate three protein bars. He must have consumed at least five pounds of meat and other protein, including the shake and the bars. Justin ate his own big lunch, just staring at his fat cousin putting away the food. Although Justin had a good appetite, it was nothing compared to Andy's. He couldn't complain because Andy was following the rules. All he was eating was protein. Tons and tons of protein.

After lunch the two boys went up to Justin's room to study math. They spent an hour going through the work. Andy really tried hard to teach his dumb jock cousin. And he did make some progress. Justin was learning a little, even though he didn't give a shit. He wanted to go out at play football. Just like yesterday, he and Andy met his five friends on the field. Steve and Brock were already rubbing their cocks when they saw Andy. They were already horny again and were waiting for their blowjob after the game. They didn't tell Ryan, Jason or Kevin about Andy's cocksucking abilities. They wanted to keep him all to themselves. The six young studs played football for about two hours. For the first half hour, they took turns ramming into Andy just like yesterday, smashing the fat kid to the ground. They noticed that it wasn't quite as easy to tackle the fat kid. He didn't just stand there and wait to be pulverized, like he did yesterday. This time he lowered his shoulder and actually moved his body forward as the other kid hit him. His huge mass and this motion made it somewhat harder for the muscular jocks to bring him down. Of course they still had no problem. They had 150 - 160 pounds of solid muscle behind their hits. All Andy had was 250 pounds of flab. Or so they thought. They figured Andy was just learning a few football moves so he wouldn't be such an easy target. He was still a fun tackling dummy. And after the game, Steve, Brock and Justin made him give them another blow job. They were just as horny and just as aggressive as they had been that morning. Their totally fit bodies had completely recharged their cocks. They fucked his face with furious intensity. They spurt just as much jism all over Andy as they had only a few hours before. Then they rolled around on each other again on top of Andy, squeezing the last big of jolts pleasure out of their young, hot dicks and crushing the helpless dork.

Andy went home, ate five protein bars, and then just collapsed in front of the TV until dinner. Justin went over to his girlfriend's house. When he got home his cock was hard and he had an aggressive look in his eyes. "Get in here, cocksucker," he ordered, as he dragged Andy into his room. Then he stripped off his shorts and made Andy suck his cock for the third time in one day. Andy's own cock got hard as he felt Justin's muscles and smelled his jock-boy sweat. When he finished pleasing his cousin, he stripped off his own clothes, revealing his huge, hard cock. Justin looked again in awe at the big instrument. Then he looked at Andy's body. For some reason, it didn't look as fat as before. It was still very big, but for some reason it didn't look as disgustingly fat. Maybe I'm just getting used to it, thought Justin to himself. Andy went down the hall to the bathroom. He locked the door and flexed in the mirror. He thought he saw bulges under his fat. Bulges of muscle. He went into the shower and shot a huge load, bigger than any of the musclekids had shot. He felt great.

Well, Andy ate a huge dinner. Bigger than yesterday. And it was all protein. He probably ate another five or six pounds of protein. Then he drank another protein shake for dessert. Justin's mother was shocked. During the day, Andy had eaten more than 10 pounds of meat and other protein, maybe even 15 pounds. She lost count as he devoured the chickens, the steaks and the tunafish. Plus all the protein shakes and protein bars. How was this kid going to lose weight eating like that? But he was playing by the rules. No fats and no carbs. Pure protein. Justin just sat there, watching the eating machine that was his fat cousin. That night, Andy was so exhausted he went to bed at 7:30. Justin laughed. Only dorks go to bed so early he said. Andy didn't care what Justin thought. He collapsed on his hard mattress and fell asleep immediately.

The next morning, after another huge breakfast, the two cousins went down to the basement for their workout. Justin got on the scale. One hundred fifty pounds. "Fuck!" he yelled. "I lost a pound. I'm losin' weight. This can't be. I'm supposed to put on another 20 pounds of muscle for football. I gotta gain muscle, not lose it." He stormed around the basement, kicking and punching things. Then he came over and watched Andy get on the scale. Two hundred forty-four pounds. Andy had only lost three pounds. Yesterday he lost five and now it was only three. "Geez, you're slowin' down, Porky. You ain't losin' enough weight. Let me take your measurements." Justin went over and got the tape. First, he measured Andy's waist. "Forty-six inches," said Justin. "Jesus Christ, you lost two inches on your waist. But you only lost three pounds. How can that be? Somethin' ain't right here. Let's measure your chest." He wrapped the tape around Andy's chest. "Forty-five inches... wait a minute. You didn't lose any fat on your chest. How could that be?" He measured again and got the same result. "What the fuck's goin' on here. Lets try your arm." Andy flexed his arm. Justin wrapped the tape around it. He thought he saw a bulge. "Sixteen inches.. fuck... you didn't lose any fat on your arm... fuck.. what's happening here. Let's try your thigh."

Andy flexed his thigh. He could see the muscle pushing up against the fat. "Twenty-seven inches, the same as yesterday." Justin looked puzzled. "So you've lost two inches on your waist, but stayed the same in your thighs, your chest and your arms. What the fuck is goin' on? You've got tons of fat all over your body. How come you're losing so much fat on your waist but you're not losing any fat on your chest or your thighs or your arms?" Justin was totally confused. Andy smiled. "It's simple, Justin. I'm losing fat at the same time I'm putting on muscle. I'm losing inches from my waist because I'm shedding the fat and all the muscle is way down deep, like yours." Andy reached out and rubbed his hand over Justin's shredded abs. "I'm losing fat on my chest and legs and arms too, but I'm growing muscle underneath so fast it's getting bigger just as fast as the fat is shrinking. My muscles are growing at the same speed the fat is shrinking. That's why I only lost three pounds. I probably lost ten pounds of fat and gained seven pounds of muscle, all in one day. Or maybe I lost 15 pounds of fat and gained 12 pounds of muscle. I don't fuckin' know. But sure as shit I'm losing the fat and putting on the muscle." Andy flexed his arm. "Feel it," he said. Justin reached out and felt Andy's flexing bicep and tricep muscles. His mouth dropped open. The muscles were way, way bigger than yesterday. And they were hard. They were still buried under a thick layer of fat, but they were getting big and they were hard. "Holy shit," said Justin. "Yeah, holy shit," said Andy, looking Justin right in the eye.

"Time to work out," said Andy. "Gotta lift some heavy iron."

Justin just stood there, kind of frozen. He couldn't even remember what he was supposed to do today. Oh yeah, it was arms. But all he could think about was Andy's big muscle in his arm. Andy was ready for his bench presses. He walked over to the bench and loaded the bar to 65 pounds, the weight he had struggled with yesterday. He got under the bar and lifted it off the rack. He didn't even wait for Justin to come over and spot. Then he pressed the bar up and down for 20 reps with obvious ease. "Piece of cake. Just a fuckin' warmup," he said. He put another 10 pound plate on each side, making the bar 85 pounds. This was almost double what he could barely lift two days before. Justin stood over him, ready to spot. Andy lifted the bar off the rack and lowered it to his chest. Then he started lifting it back up. He was surprised the bar didn't feel any heavier than it did. It didn't feel light, but it didn't feel real heavy. He pressed it up and then proceeded to crank out another 9 reps, slowing down at the end but not needing Justin's spot. "Wow! I feel strong!" he yelled. "Put another 5 on each side. I wanna do another set. I'm gonna do three sets from now on." Justin did as told.

Andy looked up at the 95 pound bar. Then he lifted it off the rack, lowered it to his chest and pressed it up. "Yeah!" he yelled. He lowered the bar again and managed to do another four reps. "Spot," he yelled. Justin put his fingers under the bar and gently spotted as Andy slowly cranked out another five reps. His pecs were totally exhausted before the last rep but he forced them to do another one anyway. Sweat was dripping off his body. He was sweating like a real jock! After he finished, he jumped up off the bench and bumped his chest into Justin, almost knocking him over. He flexed his pecs, reached up and felt the bulging muscle. He had at least an inch of muscle there that wasn't there before. And it was pumped and it was hard. "Feel it," he said. Justin reached up and felt Andy's pecs. "Holy shit," he said. Andy looked him in the eye. "Yeah, holy shit, little man." Andy's cock was rock hard. Justin's cock was shriveled. He was stunned. He didn't even react to Andy's insult. In two days, his big fat cousin had doubled his strength in the bench press. He was now pressing a little less than half of what Justin could press. It had taken Justin two months to build up to 95 pounds in the bench. Andy did it in two days. Justin gulped.

Andy didn't wait for Justin to do his exercises. He was too stoked to worry about Justin's workout. He was ready for military presses. He went over and loaded the barbell to 55 pounds, his maximum of yesterday. Then he pressed it up and down 20 times. Another easy warmup. He added a ten pound plate on each side, going to 75 pounds. He cleaned the bar to his shoulders and then pressed it up and down smoothly and solidly for ten reps, slowing down somewhat for the last three reps. "Fuck yeah!" he yelled as he dropped the bar. He looked at the iron. Seventy-five pounds is actually quite a lot for a 15 year old to be military pressing. This fact was not lost on either Justin or Andy. "Jesus, man," said Justin. "Two days ago you could barely press 35 pounds. Now you're doin' 75 and it didn't even look hard. Maybe you're not such a wuss after all." Andy looked at Justin with a look of newfound confidence. "Yeah, maybe not," he said as he looked over at his delt muscles, muscles that had gotten twice as strong in two days.. He flexed his delts and felt the muscle bulging in his shoulder. New muscle that wasn't there two days ago. He smiled. "I'm gonna add another 10 pounds. Get over here and spot me." He didn't ask Justin. He told Justin. He slipped two five pound plates on the bar and cleaned it to his shoulders. No problem. Justin put his fingers on the sides of Andy's shoulders, just to check out his muscles.

Andy pressed up the 85 pound bar. A steady, firm press. Justin was shocked as he felt the muscles in Andy's shoulders bulge as they pushed up his arms. Justin couldn't believe how much muscle there was and how hard that muscle was. He kept his fingers on Andy's shoulders as the fat boy pumped out four more reps, the last one very slowly. His delts got bigger and harder as they got more and more pumped. Justin almost peed in his pants. "Need a spot, cuz," said Andy as he started sixth rep. Justin placed his hands under Andy's upper arms and helped him press up the heavy bar. Andy cranked out four more reps with Justin's help. The last two were incredibly painful. His delts were throbbing and aching. But he did it. He dropped the bar on the floor and turned around to face his cousin.

He was sweating profusely. His shoulders and arms were red. He raised his right arm and flexed. Not only was there a bulge where his bicep muscle was, but there was a bulge in his shoulder where his delts were. Those muscles were pumped! Andy reached up and felt his pumped, bulging muscles. His cock got really hard as he thought about what was happening to his body. Justin just stared in disbelief.

Andy continued with his workout. Justin made some half-hearted attempts to do his own arm workout, but all attention was on Andy. Andy plowed through his workout with the enthusiasm of a kid who had just discovered something wonderful. He did each exercise with incredible intensity, doing three sets and going to absolute failure on the last set, barely reaching his 10 reps with Justin's spot. After the three sets the affected muscle group was totally exhausted and incredibly pumped. The increase in poundages that Andy used was phenomenal. He was able to do lat pulldowns with 80 pounds, barbell rows with 75 pounds, barbells curls with 60 pounds and tricep pressdowns with 60 pounds. All for 10 reps with Justin's spot for the last several reps. These were all double the weights he had started with. He had doubled his strength in two days. And both Andy and Justin could sense that he wasn't finished getting stronger. Justin got a tingle in his spine as he watched his big, fat cousin lift the heavy weights with wild enthusiasm. When it came time for squats, Andy started with 65 pounds, his max from yesterday. He cranked out 20 easy reps. "I wanna add 30 pounds. My legs feel real strong," he said. So the two boys added 30 pounds to the bar. Andy got under it, lifted it off the rack and did 10 steady squats. "That was fuckin' easy!" he yelled. "Twenty more!" They loaded another 20 pounds onto the bar, making a total of 105 pounds.

Andy got under the bar and lowered his huge body. The he pushed himself and the 105 pound bar back up. He did it! "Fucking-A!" he yelled. He cranked out another five reps, the last one very slowly. Justin knew what to do. He got behind Andy and lifted under his armpits as the huge, fat kid pumped out another four reps, very slowly and very painfully. Then Andy crashed the bar back on the rack. He flexed his quads and watched the muscle bulge under the fat. Two days ago he could hardly squat with his own bodyweight. Now he was lifting 105 pounds. His cock got as hard as a steel pipe as he thought about his growing quad muscles. Justin just stared at Andy's legs.

Andy did calf raises with the same weight at first. Except his calves felt so strong, he added another 20 pounds for the third set---125 pounds. Half what he weighed. He felt like a stud. All of a sudden he felt like just as much of a stud as Justin. He knew Justin could do calf raises with 250 pounds but he didn't feel inferior to his muscular cousin anymore. He was getting stronger so fast he knew that it was only a matter of time until he would be able to use 250 pounds too. The days of Justin being able to treat him like a pile of shit would soon be ending. He smiled at the thought and his cock got rock hard.

Finally he did situps. Amazingly, he was able to do a full set of 10 without any help from Justin at all. Pretty good for a kid who couldn't even do one situp two days before. For his last two sets he was able to do several reps on his own and then needed Justin's spot to finish. After three sets his abs felt like they were burning up. He poked his fingers deep into his gut and actually felt the hard ab muscle underneath. Wow! He never thought he would feel any muscle at all on his fat gut. Now he was feeling hard, pumped muscle right under the fat. His cock twitched.

"I'm hungry," he yelled. Without waiting for Justin, he raced upstairs to the kitchen and made himself a big protein shake, using just water as usual. Justin followed him upstairs and made his own shake. Justin hadn't done much of a workout himself, he was so busy spotting Andy and watching Andy's new muscles pump up. Andy gulped down his shake and made another one, gulping that down too. He was done with his two shakes before Justin was done with his one shake. Then he grabbed a handful of protein bars and tore into them too. When he was done with his "snack", he grabbed Justin by the arm and said "Let's go running. I feel great. I bet I'll be able to run farther today." So the boys walked up to the field. When they got there, Steve and Brock were waiting for them. They were smiling and rubbing their cocks. They were ready to get their blow job from the big fat loser kid. As Andy approached, Steve ran up to tackle him, just like he had done several times before. He lowered his muscular shoulder and rammed into Andy's chest, wrapping his muscular arms around the fat kid's big body. He had fully expected Andy to fall flat on his ass just like he had done so many times before after taking a hard hit from the powerful bodies of muscular jocks.

However, this time Andy lowered his own shoulder, braced his legs and lunged at Steve just as the jock hit him. When their bodies collided, the laws of physics prevailed. Andy's big body, with 90 pounds more mass than Steve's, didn't get pushed backwards. It was Steve's body that got pushed. It stopped and then it got pushed backwards and smashed to the ground by Andy's 245 pounds of mass.

Andy wrapped his own arms around Steve as they crashed to the ground, landing on top of him with his 245 pounds of fat and muscle right on top of Steve's muscular body. Steve looked up at the big kid on top of him with a look of total shock. The violent crash to the ground had actually knocked the wind out of him, so for a moment he couldn't even speak. Finally, he said, "Holy shit!" Andy looked down at the handsome bully and sneered. "Yeah, holy shit," he said. "I've been workin' out with Justin and I've doubled my strength in two days. I can already bench 95 pounds. I'm not takin' any shit from you guys anymore. I'm not gonna suck your little cocks either. Maybe one day I'll be so strong I'll make you little motherfuckers suck my big cock. How'd you like that, asshole?"

Steve looked up at Andy with a look of disbelief and anger. How could this fat slob be talking to him like that? Nobody talked to him like that and got away with it. He and Brock and Justin were the bullies. They were the dominant kids. They were the ones who talked like that to all the little loser kids they pushed around. Anybody who talked back to them got smashed by their strong muscles. For a moment he thought about beating up the big fat kid. He knew he could beat him up easily. He was still far stronger and much quicker than the massive boy. But something deep inside him told him that he better treat this big kid with a little more respect from now on.

Finally he said "Fuck off, fat boy. You're dreamin' You ain't never gonna be shit compared to us." Andy just smiled and then stood up.

Brock just stood there looking at him, He didn't know what to think. Justin was staring as well. A chill went up his spine as he took in the transformation in his cousin's attitude that was accompanying the transformation of his body.

The muscular jocks didn't even think of forcing Andy to suck their cocks. They could have easily forced him to do it. He still wasn't nearly as strong as any one of them and all three of them could have pounded him into submission with ease. But after seeing Steve get smashed to the ground by Andy's big body, they figured they better not treat the fat kid as their fuck toy any more. They were still the jock stud kings and Andy was still just a fat dweeb, but in that one tackle of Steve he had inched up a notch on their jock pecking order, going from rock bottom to slightly up the ladder. They figured he'd never get to the top like them.

Andy turned away from the jocks and started running. He felt a lot better than yesterday. He seemed to have a lot more stamina and energy. His legs didn't feel as heavy. The other boys easily caught up and passed him. They were much faster As they ran by, they gave him a big swat on his ass. "Move it, Porky," yelled Brock. "Move your big fat ass." Andy smiled and just kept running. He ran around the track six times before he finally got too tired to take another step. He had run three-quarters of a mile. Two days before he could barely run 100 yards. Now he was running almost a mile. He felt great. The jocks ran three miles. They had been running all their lives. Their muscular bodies were in great shape. Andy watched them run with ease and thought about the day he'd be able to do the same thing. He flexed his thighs and felt the muscle bulging underneath the layer of fat. He smiled again and his cock got hard.

Well, Andy continued to work out with Justin every day. And every day he got stronger. After another week, he stopped losing weight. He got down to 240 pounds, and then he couldn't seem to lose another pound. But his fat kept disappearing. And underneath the remaining fat the muscle was growing. He stayed on his all-protein diet, consuming huge quantities of meat, fish, chicken, protein shakes and protein bars. So all that fat was being replaced, pound for pound and day by day, with pure muscle. And that muscle was getting strong. Real strong.

After exactly three weeks of Andy's arrival in Justin's house, the two boys went down to the basement for their morning workout. Andy hopped on the scale. "Two hundred forty pounds, just like yesterday," he yelled as he looked at the scale. Then Justin got on the scale. "One hundred forty-seven pounds," said Andy. "Fuck, you just can't put on any muscle, can you little man. I'm puttin' on muscle every day and you're not doin' shit. In fact, you're losin' muscle. You've lost four pounds in three weeks. You're gettin' to be a fuckin' wimp." Andy punched Justin in the chest. The punch didn't hurt the muscular kid, but he sure felt terrible. Here he was, watching his fat slob cousin shedding fat and getting stronger and more muscular every day while he himself wasn't putting on any more muscle at all. In fact he was getting smaller. He was so distracted by his cousin's lifting that he just wasn't able to concentrate on his own workouts. And it was showing. And now, today, he knew something horrible was going to happen. Today was the day his fat cousin was probably going to blast by him in the bench press. Today was the day his fat cousin, who wasn't so fat anymore, was going to prove he was stronger than him. Way stronger. And his fat cousin had only been working out three weeks. Jesus Christ, what have I got myself into, he thought to himself as he looked at Andy's big body.

"Let's load the bench, Cuz, " said Andy. "I'm gonna match you pound for pound and then I'm gonna blast right by you." The boys put a big 45 pound plate on each side of the bar. This was now the warmup weight for both of them, 135 pounds. They both easily pumped out 15 reps. "Just think about it, Justin," said Andy. Three weeks ago I could barely lift 45 pounds. Now I'm crankin' out reps with 135 like they were nothin'. It's just a warmup! What a feeling!" Andy rubbed his hand across his chest, feeling the big pec muscles bulging underneath. "Yeah," said Justin, grudgingly. He had been strong all his life. He knew it felt great to be strong. Now his fat slob cousin was experiencing that feeling. He got under the bar and cranked out his own 15 reps of warm-ups. He pushed the weight up and down with much less enthusiasm than Andy.

"Another 25 on each side," ordered Andy. They were going up to 185. Justin usually didn't go up in weight this quickly, but now Andy was giving the orders. Andy got under the 185 pound bar, with Justin standing behind spotting. The big kid lowered the bar from the rack and then pushed it back up with obvious ease. "Fuckin' strong!" he yelled. Then he pressed the heavy weight up and down nine more times, never slowing down at all. Justin stared in disbelief as his formerly weak cousin pressed the heavy iron up and down. After the last rep, Andy crashed the bar onto the rack. He saw Justin staring at his bulging chest and smiled. "Fuck I feel strong," he yelled as he jumped off the bench. "Feel my muscle, little man." He grabbed Justin's hand and placed it on his right pec. Then he flexed. The muscle bulged under Justin's fingers, filling up his whole hand. It was still covered with some fat, but not very much any more. Justin could easily feel the hard, round pec muscle flexing and bulging in Andy's chest. It was several inches thick. Even though it was still covered by fat, it was rock hard. And it was obviously bigger than Justin's pec. Andy was a big boy. And he now had big pecs. Just three weeks ago he had several inches of fat covering almost no muscle at all. Now he had several inches of muscle bulging under just one-half inch of fat. He had literally turned his fat into muscle. Three weeks ago, his chest measured 45 inches, all fat. Now when he flexed his pecs and lats, his chest actually measured 46 inches. It was an inch bigger! The fat was being replaced by muscle and now the muscle was getting bigger than the fat. Andy was getting big. Muscular big, not fat big.

"Your turn, little man," said Andy. Justin got on the bench. He looked up at his big cousin who was standing behind him ready to spot. Three weeks ago, he couldn't even see Andy's face or chest because his big gut was in the way. Now he could easily see past the huge kid's gut to the bulging muscles of his big chest. In three weeks his gut had shrunk from 49-1/2 inches to just 40 inches. He still had lots of fat in that gut, but it was melting off like butter. More than three inches of fat had melted off Andy's gut every week. Underneath the fat that was left were rock hard ab muscles.

Andy had to buy new shorts, pants and sweatpants every week as his waist got smaller and smaller. And now Justin could clearly see Andy's face as he leaned over to spot the weight. All the fat which used to be in his cheeks and jowls was virtually gone. His neck had thickened up with muscle. You could now see his cheekbones and jaw. And his face looked strong and powerful. High, wide cheekbones, a strong jaw and chin. Clear brown eyes and thick brown hair, which Andy had now cut short, just like Justin's. He was very handsome, handsome in a strong, powerful way. Just by looking at his face, you knew this kid was strong. Andy laughed as he saw Justin looking up at his chest and his face. "Stop lookin' and start workin," he ordered.

Justin lifted the 185 pound bar off the rack and lowered it to his chest. He pushed it up, but the press didn't look anywhere near as easy as Andy's first press. He slowly pressed the bar up and down six more times and then needed a spot from Andy. He barely cranked out 10 reps, with Andy's big fingers and arms lifting probably 10 pounds of the bar for the last two reps. "Fuck, you're weak!" said Andy. "You're weaker than you were three weeks ago! You're gettin' to be a fuckin' wimp!" Justin felt his pecs in disgust. Were they smaller? Yes, he was definitely weaker and he had lost four pounds. Since he had no fat, he knew that four pounds was muscle. He had lost four pounds of muscle and he was getting weaker! "Shit!" he yelled. Andy laughed.

"Ten more on each side," ordered Andy. This was going to be 205 pounds. It was Justin's work weight three weeks ago. Andy got under the bar. He lifted it off the rack and again cranked out 10 reps, slowing down just a little for the last three reps. Justin was ready to spot, but Andy didn't need it. "Yeah!" he yelled as he jumped off the bench. He flexed his pecs and felt the big muscles bulge at his command. "Fuckin' big!" he yelled. "Fuckin' strong!" His cock bulged in his shorts. "Go for it, little man."

Justin got under the bar. He looked at the heavy weights with some trepidation. He lowered the bar to his chest and then pressed it up, struggling with great effort. After the second rep, which he could barely complete, he needed a spot from Andy. Even so, he only completed five reps, with Andy lifting a lot of the weight on the last rep. "Fuckin' A," yelled Andy, as Justin slowly got up from the bench. "I'm way stronger than you now!" He bumped his big chest into Justin's, almost knocking the smaller boy over.

"Put another 10 on each side," ordered Andy. "I'm gonna show you just how strong I am." Andy was supremely confident. The bar now weighed 225 pounds. Justin had never lifted this much weight, not ever in his life. Andy got under the bar. He looked up at Justin's muscular body, which now didn't look as intimidating to Andy as it did three weeks ago. He took a deep breath, lifted the bar off the rack and lowered it to his chest. Justin put his fingers under the bar, ready to help. He didn't think his cousin could really lift 225 pounds. Andy knew he could. He ordered his big, new muscles to push up the heavy bar. Instantly his pecs and delts exploded. Power rippled through his muscles. His arms raised up over his chest, lifting the incredibly heavy weight. His triceps popped out of his arms as they pushed up. Then he locked his elbows at the top, He looked Justin in the eye. "Piece of cake," he said with a confident smile. Then he took another deep breath, lowered the bar and pressed it up again. "Yeah," he yelled as he locked his elbows. Then he did four more reps, with Justin spotting the last two, just a little.

He jumped up off the bench and smashed his chest into Justin, this time knocking him to the floor. "Fuckin' strong!" he yelled, flexing his arms and pecs as he stood over the smaller boy, who looked up at him in awe. He put his foot on Justin's chest, like a conquering warrior standing over his vanquished prey. "I own you now, little man," he said. "I'm way stronger than you are and I'm gonna keep getting stronger. And you're gettin' weaker. You're dead meat, little man." Justin gulped. "Fuck, Porky, I fuckin' don't believe what's happening to you." Justin was just stunned by his cousin's amazing muscular growth.

Andy looked down at Justin's buff little jock body and his good-looking face and sky blue eyes that were now looking up at his own big body in awe. "Did you call me Porky?" he yelled. His face turned very angry. Testosterone and adrenaline was coursing through his veins. His muscles were pumped and bulging from the heavy bench presses. His whole body was buzzing with power and energy. He felt like a warrior. And he sure wasn't gonna take shit from his little jock cousin any more. In a flash he dropped down on top of Justin, covering and crushing him with his 240 pounds of muscle and fat.

Andy's big sweaty chest, which had just benched 225 pounds, was right on top of Justin's buff little chest. He grabbed Justin's arms and pinned them over his head. Justin tried to squirm free, but Andy was much too heavy and now much too strong for Justin to resist. Andy held Justin's arms in place and looked Justin in the eye. Their faces were just inches apart. "You ever call me Porky again and I'm gonna smash your little body so bad you'll wish you were never born.," said Andy. "You're not gonna call me Porky anymore. You're gonna call me Andy or your gonna call me `sir'. Oh yeah, you can call me `stud', `cause that's what I am compared to you, you little shit. And I can call you anything I want. You got that, shitface?" Justin looked up at Andy in disbelief. His brain was swirling. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. He was the muscle jock stud and Andy was the fat nerd. That's the way it always was. That's the way it was supposed to be. "Fuck off, Porky!" he yelled, not really comprehending how much the tables had turned in the last three weeks and the consequences of what he had just said.

Andy's face got beet red. He let go of Justin's arms and sat up on his cousin's waist, squeezing his with his strong legs. Justin looked up in horror as Andy made his two hands into fists and looked at the big weapons approvingly. His tightened his fists a couple of times, watching the muscles in his forearms bulge each time. Justin's eyes grew wide with fear. Then it came. Andy smashed his right fist right into Justin's pretty face, hitting his left cheek and eye with devastating power. Then he raised his left fist and smashed it into the other side of Justin's face. In just two punches he had made Justin's formerly pretty face a bloody, swollen mess. Then he started punching Justin's body. And he punched furiously.

He blasted away at the jock's chest, his shoulders, his arms and his abs. Andy was releasing all his pent-up anger from years and years of being teased and tormented by his bully jock cousin. Every punch was payback for one of Justin's punches or fat squeezes or arm twists or humiliating insults. Andy just lost control as his newly strong body just pummeled the shit out of his cousin.

Justin tried and tried to squirm free, but Andy just squeezed in on his big legs and pressed down his butt with his 240 pounds of mass. Justin couldn't move. Andy's punches were incredibly hard. He had never really punched a kid before, except when Justin forced him to punch his abs. Now he was punching away and he was amazed at the power in his fists. Those arms that had just benched 225 pounds were now pounding his big fists into the body of the his buff little cousin. And those punches were hard. If he had aimed at Justin's jaw, which he could have easily done, the little jock's jaw would have been broken into pieces As it was, his punches were pounding into muscular flesh, flesh that was hard at first but which soon softened up under the relentless bludgeoning of Andy's vicious punches. Big red welts began to form. Welts that would turn into big blue bruises. Justin's puffy red eyes were wide with horror and pain as his cousin's new muscles smashed his body. "Stop, please stop," yelled Justin as punch after punch pounded into his formerly buff body. Tears were rolling down his face. Andy smiled as he saw how easily he could beat up his cousin. He liked being the one inflicting pain for a change, especially on his bully cousin.

Finally after a few more punches, more than 100 brutal blows in all, he stopped and fell on top of Justin's ravaged body. He wrapped his arm around the jock's neck and flexed his bicep. The big muscle bulged in his arm---his upper arm now measured 16-1/2 inches and it was almost all muscle----and that hard muscle rammed into Justin's neck, crushing his windpipe. "What did you say, fuckface?" he said into Justin's ear. Justin's whole upper body was in abject pain. He could hardly breathe. "I said `please stop'," he croaked. "Say it again! And call me `sir' you miserable little shit." Andy squeezed his big bicep harder into Justin's neck. The hard muscle rammed further into Justin's windpipe. Justin started to gag. "Please stop, sir. Please stop, sir. I promise I'll never call you........that `P' name again." Justin had almost said the Porky name but he caught himself in time. He would have been absolutely smashed if he had said that name again. "I'm sorry sir that I made you mad sir. I promise sir I won't do it again sir." Justin looked at his big cousin, hoping for mercy. Slowly Andy released his grip on the poor kid's neck. Then he sat up again. Without warning, he smashed his fist into Justin's chest one last time. Justin winced in pain. "That's better, fuckface," Andy said. "Now you know who's the boss around here. I think I taught you that with these fists." Andy clenched his hands into fists and flexed his arms. The big muscles bulged. Justin looked at those fists and those arms in abject fear. "Now get up, you little wuss. I wanna finish my workout. I'm gonna do all the chest exercises you do. I'm gonna go on a split routine just like you. I'm gonna get huge!" Andy jumped up and jerked Justin off the floor. He had one more set of bench presses to do and then he would move on to the incline dumbbell presses. Justin was going to spot him as he blasted his muscles to greater size and strength. Justin was so beaten and battered he could hardly move.

Andy didn't care. He needed a spotter to work his muscles to total exhaustion. Justin was going to be Andy's spotter and follow his orders. From now on, Justin was always going to follow Andy's orders. Justin looked at Andy's big chest and arms and followed him over to the bench. He knew his new place in the pecking order.

Andy had a great chest workout. After doing five more reps in the bench press with 225 pounds, with a slight spot needed for the last two reps, he blasted his chest even more with five sets of incline presses, five sets of decline presses, five sets of dumbbell pullovers, a couple sets of parallel bar dips and five sets of flyes. He could only do one parallel bar dip on his own so he made Justin help lift his huge 240 pound body so he could get in at least six reps per set. He knew he'd be able to do them on his own in a few more weeks, he was getting so strong and losing so much fat so fast. On all the other exercises, he worked up to poundages far greater than Justin had ever tried. Andy's chest was strong! And it was big! Justin just stared in disbelief as his huge cousin pounded out the reps with the heavy weights, then at Andy's command he spotted the big kid he could finish the last few reps with the maximum poundages possible. Justin didn't lift another weight that day. He was too beaten and battered, both physically and psychologically. Andy worked his chest to total exhaustion. When he had finished his workout, his whole upper body was bulging, red and sweaty from the incredibly intense workout. Andy looked radiant as he flexed his big muscles in the mirror. Justin looked like shit. His upper body was black and blue. He had big bruises all over his torso. He had two black eyes. He looked like a battered little punk.

 

Part 6

Andy stopped flexing and grabbed Justin by the arm. He squeezed hard. Justin really felt the pain though his bruises. He winced. Andy didn't even notice. Or care. "I'm hungry," the massive boy said as he pushed his cousin upstairs to the kitchen. Andy made himself two big shakes, still using water with the protein. He liked the results he was getting. He wasn't about to fool with success. He wolfed the huge shakes down and then ate a couple of protein bars. "Gotta feed these big muscles," he said as he flexed his pecs and felt them bulging in his hand. Justin was so sore he wasn't hungry at all. All he managed was to drink a few swallows of water. He just sat there watching his big cousin feed his big body.

When Andy had finished eating, he grabbed Justin by the arm again. "Let's go to my room," he said. Justin looked kind of puzzled. It was Justin's room, not Andy's room. Andy opened the door to the room and calmly walked over to the shelves holding all of Justin's sports trophies and pictures from his athletic youth. With two swoops of his big right arm, he swept all of Justin's stuff off each of the shelves onto the floor. Then he walked over to the closet, grabbed Justin's clothes and threw them all on the floor too. "I'm takin' over this room," he said as Justin looked at his stuff in disbelief. "I'll be sleeping on the bed from now on while you sleep on that fucking mattress on the floor. I'm gonna put my stuff in the closet and on those shelves. If there's any room left, I might let you put some of your shit back. I'm such a nice guy I might just do that if you ask real nice." Justin looked stunned. In one morning, his cousin had shown he was way stronger than him, then had beat the shit out of him and was now taking over his room. What more could happen? He was about to find out.

Andy reached down and pulled off his shorts. Justin gasped out loud. Andy's cock was rock hard. Andy's big, thick, 9 inch cock was pointing out at a 45 degree angle. His big, thick cock was ready to fuck. He had gotten aroused as he blasted the heavy weights, realizing how much stronger he was than Justin. He had gotten more aroused as he watched and felt his big, bulging muscles, knowing that they were growing and would be even bigger and stronger. And he had gotten totally aroused as he beat up his little jock cousin and realized that he was now the dominant kid. He was as horny as hell. He started to stroke his big cock, which was twitching with excitement and anticipation. "I wanna fuck," he said. "I'm gonna fuck your little cocksucking face." Andy didn't ask. He just said what he was going to do. He knew Justin had no choice in the matter. Andy was now the Alpha male and he could do whatever he wanted to the little jock.

Justin looked at Andy's cock in horror. He had never sucked a guy's cock before. He had always been the kid who got his own cock sucked by some little wimp, who was forced to service the jock boy by the brute strength of his jock muscles. Now the tables were turned. Andy walked towards his cousin, who was frozen in fear. "No, no!" cried Justin. "I don't want to suck your cock. I don't suck guy's cocks." Andy sneered as he bumped his chest into Justin and then wrapped his big arms around his battered and bruised torso. He looked down into Justin's blue eyes. "Do you think I care what you want, asshole? Did you care what I wanted when you and your jock friends fucked my face? And hey, you might even like it! Havin' a big stud's cock jammed down your throat while you smell his sweat and feel his big muscles as he fucks your face can be a real turn on."

Andy thought about sucking Justin and his friends' cocks. He would never admit it to Justin, but he really did get turned on by the experience. But he didn't care if Justin would like it or not. From now on, Justin was going to do whatever Andy wanted. He was the dominant male.

He pushed Justin down to his knees and shoved the blond boy's head into his crotch. Justin could smell the strong smell of sweat coming from Andy's brown pubic hair, sweat that had poured out during his brutal workout. "Lick my balls," ordered Andy. Justin moved his head deep into Andy's crotch and started licking his big balls. He immediately realized that Andy's balls were a lot bigger than his own. They were at least as big as golf balls, maybe bigger. Andy groaned with pleasure as the little jock licked all the sweat off his balls. Justin grabbed hold of Andy's calves and was amazed at the size and hardness of the muscle. He accelerated the pace of his ball licking, burying his face into Andy's crotch and breathing in the pungent sweat smell. His own cock started to harden. "Suck `em," said Andy. Justin opened his mouth and sucked in one of the big balls, all the while caressing it with his tongue. Andy groaned even louder. He had never had another kid service him like this and he was really enjoying it. Then Justin sucked in the other ball. Andy started thrusting his hips in pleasure. His big, thick weapon was twitching with excitement. "Lick my cock," he ordered.

Justin released the balls from his mouth and took a quick look at Andy's huge cock. It was enormous. Justin had never seen a cock quite as big and thick as Andy's. And now that cock was rock hard. Justin moved in and started licking the big weapon. Andy groaned with pleasure as Justin's wet tongue went up and down the huge shaft. After several minutes of this bliss, Andy grabbed the back of Justin's head. "Open up," he said. "This big cock wants to fuck."

Justin knew he had no choice but to obey his huge cousin. He opened his mouth. Andy inserted his thick cock a few inches into Justin's mouth. "Suck it and lick it," he ordered. "And if you even think about biting it, you're a dead man." Andy moved one of his big hands down to Justin's neck and squeezed gently but firmly on his windpipe. Justin shuddered. He knew he dare not disobey his strong cousin.

He started sucking and licking his cousin's big dick. The head was enormous. He could taste little drops of pre-cum coming out of the huge shaft. Andy groaned even louder. Slowly he forced his big weapon further and further into Justin's mouth. When he reached the back of the mouth, he stopped for a moment as Justin continued to lick and suck. Andy was in heaven. His cock was twitching in total ecstasy. Then in one burst, he grabbed the back of Justin's head and thrust all 9-1/2 inches of his big weapon all the way down Justin's throat. The little jock started to gag. His whole mouth, throat and upper esophagus were completely filled by Andy's thick, hard cock. He couldn't breathe. His nose was jammed against Andy's crotch hairs. Andy started thrusting his cock back and forth, fucking Justin's face with wild abandon. Justin's mouth, throat and esophagus enveloped Andy's sensitive cock as it thrust in and out, causing spasms of pleasure to course through his big body. His thrusts got harder and harder and faster and faster as he drove himself to total ecstasy. All Justin could do was to hold on for dear life. He was only there to give Andy pleasure. Finally after many minutes, Andy let out a loud grunt, kind of like a lion's roar. Spasm after spasm of pleasure shot through his body as he blasted load after load of thick, hot cum into Justin's mouth and throat.

Justin gagged and gagged as the thick liquid was forced by Andy's big cock deep into his throat and esophagus. Andy shot a huge quantity of cum, spurting again and again and again, each spurt shooting spasms of total ecstasy through his big body. When he was done, he kept his still-hard cock deep into Justin's throat, reveling in the sensations of his dominant cock being enveloped by the soft tissues and membranes of his cousin's mouth and throat. He grabbed Justin's head with his big hands and held it steady as he slowly moved his big cock around, picking up the fantastic sensations of the totally erotic post-fuck stroking as his dick was gently caressed. All the while, he kept his huge weapon buried deep into Justin's throat and esophagus. Justin was beyond gagging at this point. He couldn't breathe, not even able to take a short little breath when Andy moved his huge cock around and back and forth, reveling in the sensations of pure pleasure. Justin was totally overwhelmed by the strength and dominance of his huge cousin. He was almost ready to pass out. Andy didn't care. He felt real good.

Finally Andy felt satisfied. He took his hands away from Justin's head and pulled his still-hard cock out of his mouth. Justin stared in awe at the huge weapon that had just fucked him almost to death. "That felt sooooo good," said Andy. "That was by far the best orgasm I've ever had. You better get used to it fuckface, `cause you're gonna be my fuck toy for the rest of the summer." Justin gulped. But then he reached down and felt his own cock. It was hard. He gulped again.

Andy pulled Justin to his feet. "Clean up this mess," he ordered, pointing to all the junk and clothes on the floor. "I'll put my stuff where I want it and if there's any room you can use what's left. All the rest of that shit is gonna have to go into boxes and put somewhere else, `cause I don't want it in my room." Justin looked at his trophies and pictures on the floor. He was so proud of his sports achievements, and now all that stuff was just shit to Andy. Andy put some of his clothes in the closet, taking up about two-thirds of the space. He left plenty of room between each item.

Then he put the rest of his clothes and his books and other stuff on the shelves, again taking up two-thirds of the space. He left lots of room between the things. "OK, fuckface, you get one third of the closet and the shelves. That's 100% more than you gave me. If I see any of your shit in my space, I'm gonna smash the fucker and I'm gonna pound your sorry little body. Andy moved next to Justin, made a fist and curled his arm halfway up his chest, flexing his 16-1/2 inch upper arm and his 15 inch forearm. Then he reached down, grabbed a bronze trophy off the floor and wrapped his big fingers around the metal. "No, no!" yelled Justin. "That's my Peewee Football trophy! I was the star running back on my team! We won the championship!" Andy looked at the trophy. "Piece of shit!" he yelled. Then he tightened his thick fingers around the helpless trophy. His forearm muscles bulged. His forearm looked like a bowling pin. He didn't have much fat left on his forearm and both he and Justin could see the muscle bulging under his skin. Slowly the metal of the trophy started to bend under the enormous strength of Andy's fingers. "Fuckin' strong!" he yelled as he willed his new muscles to apply maximum force. The big muscles instantly obeyed their young commander. They exploded with power, sending enormous force into his big fingers. The trophy buckled into a crinkled mass of twisted metal. Andy looked at it and then he flexed his forearm again and looked at the bulging muscles that had just conquered the bronze trophy. He smiled. Then he threw the trophy at Justin. "Like I said, it's a piece of shit," he said. Justin looked at the crushed trophy in total dispair. Tears welled up in his eyes. He was ready to cry. Andy walked up to him and punched him in the gut, real hard. The little jock buckled over in pain. "Get over it punk. It's a piece of fuckin' shit. It ain't nothin' to my big muscles and you ain't nothin' either. So stop cryin' and pick up the rest of your shit." Justin looked at his cousin's brutally handsome face and his huge, strong body. He felt totally dominated by his big cousin. He threw the trophy aside and started gathering his clothes and stuff off the floor.

Andy lay on his bed, formerly Justin's bed, stroking his cock as Justin finished putting most of his stuff into boxes and hauling it to the basement. He only had room in the closet and the shelves for a few things. After he finished, Andy stood up and said "OK fuckface. Time for some football."

Andy put on a jockstrap, some shorts and his sneakers. He didn't put on a shirt. Just like Justin used to be, he was now proud of his body. Justin put on his jockstrap, some shorts, his sneakers and a big sweatshirt. He didn't want his friends to see how bruised and battered he was. It wasn't going to work. His face looked terrible, with two black eyes and purple, puffy flesh all over. He looked like he had been in a fight and came out the complete loser. The boys drank some water. Andy ate a few more protein bars. Then they headed up to the playground. Steve, Brock and the other three jocks were already there. They had come to respect Andy as a football player. Every day he had gotten stronger and better as a football player. He was now so strong that it took two or three of them to tackle him and bring him down. Instead of one of them being able to smash him to the ground, he now could run right through two of them with the ball. He had gone from fat dweeb to big, strong running back in three weeks. There's nothing that commands the respect of a jock kid more than another jock kid who is a bigger, stronger jock kid. And Andy now commanded that respect. But they hadn't seen him before without his big sweatshirt on. They hadn't seen the muscle behind all his new strength. As he and Justin approached, the other boys stared at Andy's big body. A body that now had much more muscle than fat. Their jaws dropped open. Then they looked at Justin.

"What happened to your face?" asked Brock as he looked at Jason's black eyes and purple flesh. Jason sputtered "Uh, er, ah, well.." Andy quickly interrupted. "He got into a fight with me.

Not such a good idea, was it asshole?" Jason shook his head. "Fuckface learned his lesson. He knows not to mess with me anymore. He knows what these muscles can do to him." Andy grabbed the bottom of Justin's sweatshirt and pulled it up. The boys let out a loud gasp as they saw how battered Justin's muscular torso was. He had been beaten to a pulp. Andy smiled and flexed his right arm. He proudly looked at the 16-1/2 inches of bulging muscle. The other boys gasped. They had known Andy was getting stronger but they had no idea he had gotten this muscular and was so strong he could beat up his jock cousin. "Check it out, boys," said Andy. "Your little arms ain't shit compared to this gun. And this mother's gonna get even bigger. It's getting bigger and stronger every week. My whole body's gettin' more muscular and much stronger every week. My fat's just melting away. Justin's the best personal trainer there ever was!" Andy laughed and punched Justin hard on the shoulder. Justin jerked away, wincing in pain. Never in his wildest dreams did he think his fat slob cousin would turn into a huge, arrogant muscle stud.

Andy walked up to Steve and Brock, the two jocks who along with Justin had tormented him so much. He remembered how Steve had punched him in the gut so hard he cried and how Brock had squeezed his fat arm so tight bolts of pain shot through his whole body. He remembered how they beat him up just a few weeks ago and then forced him to suck their cocks. "You little shits wanna pick on me some more? You wanna punch me in the gut or squeeze my arm? You used to love to do that. You used to love to see me cry. Hey, go ahead. Be my guest." He flexed his chest and abs and held his arms at his side and flexed them too. Steve and Brock could see the muscles bulging under Andy's shrinking layer of fat. His chest was huge.

His pecs and lats were big and thick and his shoulders were packed with muscle. Even his waist looked muscular. The muscles of his biceps and triceps bulged in his arms. Steve and Brock looked at Andy's huge body and shook their heads. "Uh, no thanks," said Steve sheepishly. Andy looked into Steve's sky blue eyes with contempt.

Then he pulled back his huge right arm. "Flex those abs," he said, giving the handsome jock fair warning. Steve's face took on a look of total fear as he flexed his tan eight pack. Smmmaaaaasshhh!

Andy's big fist came crashing through Steve's abs like they were made of Jell-O. They were no match for the incredible power of his muscles. Steve buckled over in pain and fell to the ground. Brock looked at all this in horror. He wasn't used to seeing his buddy Steve get knocked down with just one punch. He and Steve were the ones who knocked other kids down. He started to move away, but Andy was too fast. He grabbed the jock's arm and put his thick fingers right on top, where the bicep is. Then he started digging his fingers into Brock's arm. His forearm bulged as the big muscles drove his fingers deep into Brock's flesh. His forearm looked like a bowling pin as the huge muscles flexed. Brock tried to flex his bicep, but it was no match for the overwhelming power of Andy's fingers. He started wiggling them and they drove further and further down towards the bone. Bolts of pain shot through Brock's body. "Stop, stop, stop!" he yelled. "Oh, are Andy's big muscles hurting little Brock?" Andy said mockingly. "Gee, I don't remember you giving a shit when your muscles were hurting me." He dug his fingers down even farther. Now Brock was writhing in pain. Tears were streaming from his eyes. Finally Andy let go of the bully jock's arm and pushed him down on the ground next to his friend Steve. "I'm not done with you two assholes," said Andy, looking down and flexing his muscles. "I've got more in store for you later."

They looked up at the huge boy, wondering what the hell he was talking about. All they knew then is that they better not piss him off any more. He was the king.

After Andy had clearly established his dominance, the boys played football for over an hour. Andy was a total stud football player. Big, strong, powerful and fast. Pretty fast for a big, strong kid. . The other boys showed him football plays and moves. Passing plays, running plays, defensive moves. They knew Andy was going to be a star on their football team. And they knew they better be on the good side of this big, strong kid. They wanted to be his friend. They wanted him to forget the past---all the tormenting and then the forced cocksucking-----and just be a big jock like them. One of the gang.

After football, the boys ran around the field. Andy was now almost able to keep up with them. He wasn't quite as good a long distance runner as a few of them, but he could hold his own. He wasn't stopping after 200 yards to catch his breath anymore. He could run three miles without stopping. Andy was a jock.

Fast forward one month. Andy had now been lifting weights for seven weeks. The cousins had just finished breakfast and were down in Justin's basement, ready to start their workout. As usual, they were only wearing their workout shorts. "Get on the scale, cuz," ordered Andy. " Let's see how your little body's doin'." Reluctantly, Justin got on the scale. "One hundred forty pounds," yelled Andy. "Fuck, you lost another pound. Your little body's just melting away. You've lost 12 pounds so far this summer and you look like shit!" Justin looked down at his body. Andy was right. Not only was he losing muscle but he was losing definition. His formerly buff, defined muscles were now just barely showing under his skin. They didn't look hard anymore. They looked kind of soft. Far from gaining 20 pounds of hard muscle as he had hoped, Justin had lost 12 pounds of muscle and was getting soft.. He had gotten so intimidated by Andy and his super heavy workouts that he hardly lifted any weights any more. There really wasn't enough time between Andy's sets to strip the bar down to a weight Justin could handle. Andy only rested about a minute between sets. He couldn't wait around for his little cousin. The big kids do what they want and the little kids just have to adapt. And this big kid wanted to lift. Lift heavy weights. So Justin basically had become just Andy's spotter.

"My turn," said Andy, shoving Justin off the scale with a swipe of his big right arm. "Two hundred forty-two pounds," he yelled. "I gained another pound last night! I've lost all my fat and now I'm just puttin' on muscle! I'm solid muscle and gettin' bigger and stronger every day!" Andy looked down proudly at his body and Justin stared in awe. Andy was huge. And he was right. He was solid muscle. All his fat had disappeared. He was 242 pounds of solid muscle. He had gained an inch and a half in height and now stood at six feet one-half inches tall. Justin was still 5' 8" and now at 140 pounds he was over 100 pounds lighter than Andy. "Measure me," ordered Andy. He wanted to see just how big his muscles had gotten.

Andy flexed his right arm. His huge biceps and triceps bulged to an incredible size. He had no fat under his skin anymore, so the hard fibers of solid muscle were clearly visible. He had a great peak on his biceps. Big veins were running up and down and across the huge muscle. Justin couldn't resist feeling Andy's big bicep. He ran his fingers over the muscle, feeling the size and hardness and peak of the giant, bulging, living rock. Then he wrapped his fingers around it and squeezed. It felt like solid rock. Warm rock. He squeezed as hard as he could but couldn't make the slightest dent in Andy's huge bicep. Andy smiled with superior confidence. "Fuckin hard, ain't it?" he said. "Fuckin' big and fuckin' hard." Justin nodded. He was in complete awe of his cousin's huge muscle. Then he wrapped the tape around the big, flexed upper arm. "Nineteen and one-half inches," he said, hardly believing how big his cousin's arm had gotten. "Fuck yeah," yelled Andy. "Nineteen and a half inches of rock-hard muscle! Rock hard, super strong muscle! These big mothers can curl 250 pounds for reps. They're ten times stronger than when I started liftin'. Fuck, your little arms ain't shit compared to these monsters." Andy put his right arm next to Justin's right arm and flexed. There was no comparison. Justin's arm had shrunk to less than 14 inches. His arm looked like a toothpick next the Andy's bulging, muscular gun.

"Chest!" ordered Andy. He took a deep breath and flexed his enormous pecs and lats. Justin wrapped the tape around the huge torso. Andy's pecs bulged out from his chest with inches of thick, hard muscle. His huge lats flared out to the sides, tapering down from his wide shoulders to his fat free waist. They looked and felt like big slabs of beef. The tape only went to 60 inches....five feet. Justin had to use almost all of it. "Fifty-five inches," he said, again not quite comprehending how big and muscular his cousin had gotten. "Yeah!" yelled Andy. "Fifty-five inches of fuckin' muscle! Fuckin' strong muscle. I can bench 450 pounds for three reps easy. That's about triple what you can do, isn't it cuz. You're down to about 150 and you can't even do three good reps. You're a fuckin' wimp!" Justin looked at Andy's enormous chest and then down at his own chest. He felt so inferior to his huge, muscular cousin, the boy who had started the summer as a fat slob Justin had pushed around and bullied with ease. Now the tables had totally turned. Andy was so much bigger and stronger than Justin it wasn't even funny.

"Measure my shoulders, dweeb. They've gotten huge. They can press 325 pounds no sweat." Justin nodded. He knew how incredibly strong Andy's shoulders had become. Andy stood straight and tall as Justin wrapped the tape around his wide shoulders. Shoulders that were now capped with thick, round delt muscles. His delts looked like big melons, striated with muscle fibers that flexed and twitched under his thin skin at every little movement of his arms. Big thick traps rose up from his shoulders and met his neck, which was now thick and columnar. A neck that measured 19 inches. Nineteen inches of pure muscle. The neck of a true jock. Justin looked back at Andy's huge shoulders. He tried to wrap the tape around them, but they were so big he ran out of tape. The ends were about a half a foot apart. Andy looked down at the little tape and smiled. "Looks like you gotta buy a bigger tape. My shoulders have gotten too big for this little thing." Justin nodded. He knew he had to buy a bigger tape. He didn't want to suffer the consequences the next time Andy wanted to measure his muscles if he didn't have the bigger tape. He did what Andy wanted.

"Waist," ordered Andy. Andy's waist was now solid, shredded muscle. No fat at all. But he was a big kid with big bones. So his waist wasn't little or waspy. It was solid and athletic-looking. The muscular waist of a big, muscle jock. Andy flexed his abs as Justin wrapped the tape around the hard muscles. "Thirty-five inches," said Justin, thinking about the first time he had measured Andy's fat waist when it measured almost 50 inches. Andy had lost 15 inches from his waist and had changed it from a fat mountain of Jello into a shredded, rock-hard washboard. Justin rubbed his fingers over the corrugated muscle. Andy's abs were now harder than his own. "Watch this," said Andy. He blew out all the air from his lungs and sucked in his abs. He used the power of his inner abs to pull the solid muscle back up under his big diaphragm. He was doing the same thing Justin had done to show off his own shredded abs the first day. His waist became much smaller. Absolutely tiny for a big kid like him. The contrast between his huge chest and that tiny waist was incredible. Jason pulled in on the tape and measured. "Thirty-one inches," he said. Andy smiled and then relaxed. "I got muscle control just like you," he boasted. "Better than you actually `cause I can take four inches off my waist and you only did three." Andy had remembered exactly what Justin had done. "I'm better than you in everything." Andy smiled with a look of total confidence. Justin gulped. He knew Andy was right. Andy was always way smarter than Justin. Now he was vastly bigger, enormously stronger and even more muscular than him. Justin kind of shivered.

"Thighs," ordered Andy. He flexed his huge quads. Before wrapping the tape, Justin felt the big tree trunks that were Andy's thighs. They were incredibly thick and hard, with fibers and veins everywhere. The huge quads bulged with tremendous separation. Andy could squat with 550 pounds for reps. There weren't enough big weights in Justin's gym to add any more. Justin was going to have to ask his dad to buy even more weights for his huge cousin. Already his dad had bought hundreds of pounds of plates and dumbbells, thinking that Justin was going to use them but soon discovering that only his huge cousin could lift such enormous poundages. Now that huge cousin's growing muscles demanded even more iron. Justin ran his hands all around and all over Andy's huge thighs. "Stop feeling and start measuring," ordered Andy. Justin wrapped the tape. "Twenty-nine and a half inches," said Justin. "Fuck yeah!" yelled Andy. "My fuckin' thighs are bigger than your little waist. And they're solid muscle. I can knock over all six of you little dweebs on the football field. These big monsters just plow through you like you aren't even there. They can hardly feel your pathetic tackles as they power my big body forward. Jeez that feels great."

Justin looked at Andy's huge thighs. He knew the devastating power they possessed. He knew Andy was right. Even when he and his friends tried to gang tackle him, Andy was so strong he just kept going like they were a bunch of annoying insects. Andy was a total stud.

"Move down to the calves, dweeb." Andy started raising his body up and down on his toes, flexing his enormous calves. He could do calf raises with over 700 pounds. Because they didn't have enough big weights, they had to load the bar with 25's and 10's until the weights were all the way to the end. And even still Justin had to press down on Andy's shoulders because the weight was still too light for the big kid's strong calves. That's when Andy told Justin he need six more 45 pound plates and he needed them tomorrow. Justin promised to get them, even if his dad refused and he had to use his own money.. He didn't really have any choice. Andy's muscles were incredibly big and strong, so strong they could smash Justin's little body to a pulp without even trying hard. And those muscles needed heavier weights to get even bigger and stronger.. There was no choice in the matter for Justin. He had to get more weights for his huge, strong, dominant cousin so he could get even bigger and stronger and able to beat him up even harder. The strong get stronger and the weak have to serve the strong.

Justin got down on his knees and wrapped the tape around the two bulging heads of calf muscle. "Twenty-one inches," he said. Justin yelled "Fuck yeah!" His calves were bigger than most 15 year old kids' thighs. His legs were powerful machines of muscle. Justin felt Andy's huge rock hard calves and shuttered at the thought of being smashed again on the football field by Andy's 242 pounds of solid muscle forced ahead at full speed by his big, strong thighs and calves. Then Justin looked up at Andy's crotch. He could see Andy's huge, thick cock bulging and straining underneath the thin fabric of his workout shorts. Andy saw his cousin staring at his crotch and smiled. He reached down and lowered his shorts. His cock sprang out, free from the constraints of the fabric. It was hard and it was BIG. Andy had gotten totally aroused from watching Justin measure his huge, bulging muscles and hearing how big they were as Justin measured them. His cock swung proudly out from his crotch, standing out and up at about a 45 degree angle. It was very long and very thick and very hard. Justin's own little 5-1/2 inch cock was also hard, although you could hardly see it under his workout shorts. "Measure it," ordered Andy. Without hesitation, Justin grabbed the tape and measured Andy's huge dick from the base to the tip. "Ten and a half inches," he said. Andy's cock had grown an inch and a half. It was now almost twice as big as Justin's cock. "How thick?" said Andy. Justin wrapped the tape around the thick, steel-hard shaft. "Seven and a half inches around," gulped Justin, not quite comprehending just how huge his cousin's cock really was. It was enormous, just like the rest of his body. "Fuck yeah!" yelled Andy. "Stud body and stud cock! Total stud!" He grabbed his cock and slapped it across Justin's face several times.

The big weapon was as hard as steel and it really hurt Justin a lot as it slapped his cheeks and nose. "I'm horny already, but I wanna get in a good, hard workout before I fuck your cute little face, wimp." He slapped his cock across Justin's face a couple more times and then pulled up his shorts. "Time to lift some heavy iron," he said, turning toward the weights. "It's back day. I'm gonna work out my back so hard it'll be way bigger and stronger next week."

Andy worked out each muscle group one day a week. He worked the muscles of each group to total exhaustion, using incredibly heavy weights. After a week of rest and the phenomenal amounts of protein food and supplements he crammed into his big body , his muscles were always bigger and stronger the next week. His body just seemed to be hard-wired to grow to incredible size and strength. Today was back day. On other days he worked out his chest, his arms, his shoulders and his legs. Every day he worked out his abs. He rested on Saturday and Sunday, just playing football and running. On his off days, his muscles soaked up all the protein he was eating and continued to grow, grow, grow.

He walked over to the chinning bar and cranked out 15 easy pull-ups. This was just a warmup for Andy. His lats were a lot stronger than that. "Strap on a 50-pounder," he barked. Justin did as ordered and strapped a 50 pound dumbbell around his cousin's muscular waist. After less than a minute's rest, Andy jumped up to the bar and did another 15 easy pull-ups. He was still warming up. Justin didn't have any time to work out himself. Andy demanded his full attention. "A hundred pounds," ordered Andy. "Gotta make these mothers start workin'." He flexed his lats and the huge slabs of muscle sprang out to the sides like big wings. Justin could see the fibers and veins pulsating under Andy's thin skin. The muscle was incredibly big and incredibly pumped after the two warmup sets.

Justin could barely lift the belt carrying the 100 pound dumbbell up to Andy's waist. He was almost too weak to lift the huge piece of iron. He strapped the belt around Andy's taut waist and let go, sighing with relief. Andy jumped up and grabbed hold of the chinning bar like the 100 pound weight was nothing. Then he started lifting his body. His huge lats were pulling up over 350 pounds, 242 pounds of his own bodyweight and 100 pounds of iron. He raised and lowered his body slowly but steadily. It was obvious that his lats and biceps were much stronger than the weight they were pulling. Justin stared in awe as Andy's lats flared out and his biceps extended when his body was in the lowered position. Each of his lats flared out about a foot, a foot of solid muscle. His biceps looked like steel cords. Shredded cords of steel-like muscle that bulged under the thin skin of his fully-extended arms. Then when he willed his incredibly strong muscles to lift himself up, those cords and those lats exploded. His lats looked like slabs of shredded beef and his biceps contracted in to a solid ball of steel-hard muscle as they pulled up his big body and the 100 pound weight by their overpowering force. Justin stood there with his mouth open as he watched his incredibly huge and muscular cousin.

Andy did ten steady reps and then jumped down with athletic grace to the floor. He unstrapped the belt and let the huge dumbbell fall to the floor. "That 100 pounds felt good," he said, flexing his lats and arms and watching the huge muscles bulge at his command. "But still way too light. Last week I got up to 125. This week I'm goin' for 140. Get on, cousin. Your 140 pounds is gonna be my pullup weight." He walked over and drank a big swig of water. Justin gulped. This huge 15 year-old was going to pull up their two bodies. God he was strong. Andy laughed as he saw the expression on Justin's face. "Fuck, you better get used to it, wimp. Next week I'm gonna need you plus some more iron. Your little body's not gonna be heavy enough for these big mothers." He did a lat spread right in front of Justin, who just about peed in his pants as he looked at the gigantic slabs of muscle.

Andy walked over to the chinning bar and jumped up and grabbed it. His lats flared out to the sides like huge wings. His biceps were like steel cords under his skin as they waited for the order to contract. "Get on," he ordered.. Justin wrapped his arms around Andy's muscular waist and lifted his feet off the floor. Andy's big, round muscle butt hit Justin right in the chest. Justin could feel the solid muscle pushing in on him. Andy's abs were as hard as rock, a corrugated washboard of muscle. Justin's face pressed right up against the sweaty skin of Andy's huge, muscular back. Justin could feel the heat being made by all that muscle. The salty moisture of Andy's sweat rubbed off on his face, which was soon covered by the hot sweat of his muscular cousin. Justin's cock was rock hard as he touched and smelled the huge 15 year old's body. "Hang on," said Andy. He willed his lats and biceps to pull and they instantly obeyed the orders of their young master. His lats and biceps contracted, pulling his body up as Justin held on, over 380 pounds being lifted up by those incredibly strong muscles. Justin's eyes bulged out of his head as he watched Andy's lats and arms flex with phenomenal strength. Andy cranked out 10 steady reps and then gracefully let go and hit the floor, with Justin still hanging on. Justin let go and dropped to the floor on his butt. He sat there and looked up at the fantastic young body that stood over him. Andy flexed his lats and biceps and watched them bulge in the mirror. "Fuckin' strong!" he yelled.

Andy did two more sets of pullups with Justin hanging on to his rock-hard waist. In his final set, he barely did five reps. The last three reps were incredibly slow and incredibly painful. But he blasted through the pain barrier and beyond. After five sets, his lat muscles were totally exhausted. They were engorged with blood and were literally bursting out of his skin. But Andy forced them to do one more set. He literally willed his huge muscles to pull up the enormous weight of his body and Justin's body again and again, and the gigantic slabs of beef obeyed their young master's orders. He knew and they knew that as a result of this incredible punishment they would be even bigger and stronger next week. Andy's muscles just kept getting bigger and stronger.

For the rest of his back workout, he did six sets of barbell rows, six sets of dumbbell rows, six sets of deadlifts and six sets of shoulder shrugs. In all, he did 30 grueling sets of back exercises. In each exercise, he worked up to incredible poundages, poundages that Justin could hardly believe his cousin could lift. Barbell rows with 360 pounds, dumbbell rows with 150 pounds, deadlifts with 550 pounds and shoulder shrugs with two 150 pound dumbbells. Justin had to keep adding weight to the bars as his huge cousin demanded more and more weight with each set, maxxing out with 3 or 4 reps in his last set with those incredibly heavy weights.

After his last set of shoulder shrugs Andy stood before the mirror and flexed his lats and traps. The huge muscles bulged under his tan skin. His skin was reddish tan because of all the blood surging through his muscles and the muscles were pumped and rock hard. Fibers and veins were everywhere. Sweat was beading up and pouring off his body. Andy's cock was rock-hard under his shorts as he looked at his huge, strong body in the mirror. Justin's cock was also rock-hard under his shorts as he took in the absolute muscular superiority of his enormous, ripped, super-strong cousin. Suddenly, Andy turned around, faced Justin and ripped off his shorts. Then he reached over, picked up his little cousin with one hand under his armpit and ripped off the little jock's shorts with his other big hand. Then he turned back to the mirror and flexed his muscles.

His eyes darted between his huge, shredded 242 pound body and thick 10-1/2 inch cock and Justin's little 140-pound body and thin 5-1/2 inch cock. Justin's eyes did the same thing. Andy smiled as he compared himself to his little jock cousin. Justin just stared. He was staring at the reflections in the mirror, seeing just how big and strong and muscular and virile his cousin was compared to him. His cock was twitching with excitement. Over the last several weeks he had gone from being the dominant muscle jock to the subservient muscle worshipper and slave. He just couldn't get enough of his cousin's huge body. He loved being dominated by those giant muscles. He loved sucking that huge cock. He loved everything about his enormous cousin. A total transformation had come over him.

Andy turned towards his staring cousin, reached around behind and pulled the little jock into his chest. "Feel these muscles, wimp," he ordered. "Feel these fuckin' back muscles that just lifted more weight than you could ever hope to lift." Justin didn't need any more encouragement. He reached up and ran his hands over Andy's huge, shredded lats, his huge, bulging traps and his huge, rock-hard lower back muscles. Andy's skin was covered with sweat, so Justin's fingers glided easily over the hot, rock-hard, bulging muscle. Once in awhile he tried to press in with his fingers, but the muscle was so hard, he couldn't even make a tiny dent. Andy's lats felt like huge slabs of thick rock, tapering down from his wide shoulders to his athletic hips. The slabs were about three inches thick. Three inches of rock-hard muscle flaring out on each side of his chest. Muscle with the power to pull up or row more than 350 pounds. Strong muscle. Stud muscle.

Andy grabbed Justin's head and rubbed the pretty boy's face all over his hot, sweaty chest and abs. Justin licked the sweat, reveling in the salty taste. All the while Justin was feeling Andy's big pumped muscles. Andy's cock was rock hard as his little cousin worshipped his huge muscles. He especially worshipped Andy's bulging lats, which were engorged with muscle-building blood and flaring out from his chest. He moved his face over to Andy's right lat and started licking the hot skin. He could feel the fibers of muscle under the thin skin. They were pumped and hot. When Andy flexed them, even a little, they turned to solid rock. Then he moved his face up to Andy's huge armpit and jammed his nose into the moist brown hair.

Andy's lats, delts and pecs were so big that Justin's entire head was enveloped by the slabs of muscle. It was like he was in a cocoon. A cocoon of solid muscle. A blast of pungent sweat smell surged through his nose Sweat that had poured into Andy's armpit as he forced his lats to lift two bodies up and down and to lift huge plates of iron again and again. "I like the smell of your sweat," murmured Justin, hardly able to talk as his face pressed against all that muscle. "Yeah, I bet you do, wimp," said Andy. "My big body makes lots of sweat when these big muscles are workin'. That's the sweat of a real muscle jock, and it smells real good. Fresh sweat made by big hot muscles. Yeah!" He wrapped his arm around Justin's head, literally smothering the little jock in his armpit of muscle. Then he flexed his muscles several times, crushing Justin's face between the warm, rock-like plates. of muscle. Justin's cock was rock hard as he took in the enormous size and power of his cousin's armpit muscles.

Then Andy grabbed Justin's head and moved his face down to his crotch. "Smell that," he said. Justin took a deep breath and breathed in the pungent smell of jock-boy sweat pouring out of Andy's crotch. Crotch sweat that had been produced by Andy's gigantic muscular body as it pulled and lifted the incredibly heavy weights. Oh that sweat smelled good. The crotch sweat smelled different than the armpit sweat. A little more pungent, a little stronger. But it also smelled real good. Justin started licking Andy's big cock, all the while smelling that strong sweat. "Lick it good, slave," ordered Andy. "Lick my balls too." Justin did as ordered, licking Andy's huge golf ball sized balls as well as his big, thick cock. "Mmmmmmmm," murmured Andy as he felt spasms of pleasure surge through his cock and balls as they were caressed by his little sex slave.

Suddenly Andy grabbed Justin's head and forced his cock into the little jock's open mouth. "Time to fuck," he said. He thrust his hips back and forth, forcing his huge cock in and out of Justin's throat. Justin's gag reflex kicked in as usual. But as usual Andy didn't care. He liked to fuck his cousin's face and he didn't care how his puny little cousin felt about it. He thrust harder and harder, holding on to the back of Justin's head as he jammed his gigantic cock in and out of the jock boy's throat and esophagus.

Finally he started groaning loudly. "Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah," he groaned. Then, "Yeahhhh!!!!" Andy's cock exploded, blasting spurt after spurt of creamy white cum down Justin's throat. He continued to thrust as he drained his enormous balls of their tremendous reservoir of pure white jism. Shot after shot of hot, genetically superior sperm got blasted down Justin's little throat by his huge cannon. With each blast, spasms of pure ecstasy shot through his giant muscular body. He loved to fuck.

All the time Andy was thrusting his cock in and out of Justin's mouth, Justin was stroking his own little cock which was rock-hard. Justin was turned on just as much as Andy was as his huge, muscular cousin fucked his face. He took in the enormity of Andy's cock and smelled the pungent sweat of his hot crotch with every thrust. He ran one of his hands over Andy's huge calves and thighs, feeling the enormous size and hardness of the super-strong muscles. He was gagging as Andy's giant cock forced itself down his throat, but he was so turned on he didn't care. Just as Andy blasted his cum down Justin's throat, Justin came as well, shooting several little spurts of cum right under Andy's enormous legs. He only produced a fraction of the amount of cum that Andy did, but his pleasure was also fantastic. Not as fantastic as Andy's pleasure----Andy was the stud king and had the stud king's absolute prime pleasure---but still mighty good. After they were both finished with their orgasms Andy took his cock out of Justin's mouth and looked down at his good-looking little jock cousin, who was staring up at his huge body in awe. "You're a damn good fuck for a little jock-boy asshole," he said with a grin on his face. Justin smiled. Then he lunged forward, grabbed Andy's waist and pulled him down to the floor, where to two boys wrestled in post-orgasm bliss.

The boys spent several minutes wrestling, feeling their hot bodies touching each other, with Justin rubbing his fingers all over Andy's huge muscles and Andy rubbing his fingers all over Justin's smaller jock muscles, jock muscles that used to torture Andy but jock muscles that Andy now completely dominated. As always when they wrestled Andy totally dominated his little cousin. As they wrestled, Andy's cock started getting hard again. It had recharged itself in a matter of minutes and was now back to its enormous erect state. The bodies of the boys were dripping with sweat as they wrestled on the floor.

Andy's rock-hard cock was covered with sweat. "I want your tight little ass," he whispered in Justin's ear. "Mmmmmm," murmured Justin. He felt Andy's huge body crawling on top of him as he lay on the floor on his stomach. Andy placed the big head of his cock in Justin's tight little ass crack. Then with one powerful thrust, he jammed the huge weapon deep into the little jock's ass. "Oh, oh, oh," groaned Justin as he felt the sharp pain of his ass being torn into by a cock as big and thick and hard as a giant size coke bottle. "Take it. Take it all!" yelled Andy as he forced all eleven inches of his huge, rock-hard cock all the way into Justin's tight ass. "Oh, oh , oh, it's so big and so hard," said Justin. "Yeah," said Andy. "Fuckin' big and fuckin' hard." Then he proceeded to pump his cock in and out of Justin's ass, fucking him wildly. He literally crushed Justin's body as he forced his cock down and then he picked up his little body by the ass as he pulled his cock out of the tight ass and the friction of that tight ass tried to hold it in. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," yelled Andy as he fucked the shit out of his little jock cousin, his huge body pounding on the little jock's ass with every thrust. Then he let out a huge yell as his cock exploded inside Justin's ass, spurting burst after burst of jism deep into Justin's body. He spurt almost as much cum this time as the first time. His enormous balls produced enormous amounts of cum that spurted out as he fucked. Finally after over a minute of cumming, he was done. He dropped his huge body on top of Justin with his still-hard cock still deep inside his ass. His gigantic muscular mass completely enveloped the smaller boy. "Felt good," he said in Justin's ear. "You like it when I feel good, don't you little man."

Justin nodded his head as he felt Andy's huge cock still hard and thick in his ass. Andy liked to fuck. And he fucked Justin as much as he wanted.

After a few more minutes, the boys went upstairs. They had a "snack", with Andy consuming three protein shakes and a half dozen protein bars. Justin just ate one protein shake. He didn't have nearly the appetite of his huge cousin.

Then they went into Andy's (formerly Justin's) room for Justin's math lesson. The room had clearly been taken over by Andy, with his clothes in the closet and his stuff on the shelves. As he needed more room----he had to keep buying new clothes for his growing muscles-----he took over more and more space. He just threw Justin's stuff on the floor and made him put it in boxes. Justin knew better than to complain. The last time he complained Andy threw a gut-busting punch deep into his abs. He buckled over in pain on the floor and couldn't stand up straight for two days. Andy just totally dominated the little jock.

And when it came to Justin's math lessons, that domination didn't let up. Justin didn't want to do the math. He hated studying. Andy didn't care. Justin was going to study the math whether he liked it or not. Andy's muscles made him do it, just like they made him do lots of other things. Andy set down the rules. If Justin studied and tried to learn the lessons (Andy was the sole judge of that), he wouldn't get hurt and could even pick one TV program to watch. If he didn't try hard enough (in Andy's sole judgment), he got punched in the gut, or he got his neck crushed by Andy's huge bicep, or he got his body crushed in a scissors hold by Andy's huge legs, or he got his arms twisted like pretzels, or he got all of those things and more if Andy felt like it. Andy could do anything he wanted to Justin. The strong can do anything they want to the weak. And Andy was now very strong.

So Justin sat down and really tried hard on his math lesson. Andy was a good teacher. And the dumb jock really learned some math that day. He didn't get hurt by Andy's big muscles. He was relieved.

After math, they ate lunch, with Andy eating about five times what Justin ate. Huge quantities of chicken and tunafish, together with mounds of vegetables and rice. Andy was eating rice and potatoes now, along with vegetables. All his fat had disappeared, and now his metabolism was burning up all the carbs he ate during his brutal workouts. He was eating balanced meals, just like Justin. Only he was eating five times as much as the little jock. And it all turned into solid muscle.

Then it was off to football with the jocks. Andy now totally dominated their football games. Whether he played offense or defense, he was unstoppable. He was big, strong and fast. They all said he was going to be all-state in his first year of playing. They could hardly wait for the coach to see him.

After football there was running. Andy could now run just as fast and far as the jocks. Even though he was far bigger, stronger and more muscular than them, he had just as much endurance as they did. He was a total jock stud.

After running, Andy and Justin went home. They ate another "snack," with Andy gulping down three more protein shakes and eating almost a dozen protein bars. His appetite was enormous, just like his muscles. Then the boys went into the family room to watch a little TV. As usual they were just wearing some shorts. Andy's muscles looked huge and ripped. Justin's muscles looked so-so. Justin got to choose one program because he had studied hard. Andy would choose all the rest of them. The doorbell rang and the boys got up to open the door. It was Kimberly. As the door opened her eyes were immediately riveted on Andy. She looked him up and down, taking in the enormity of his muscular body and the rugged handsomeness of his face. She completely ignored Justin. After just a moment of this, she walked up and started rubbing her hands over Andy's body, feeling his incredible big and incredibly hard muscles. "How ya doin', stud?" she purred. Andy reached over and pulled her into him, literally lifting her off the ground. Then he grabbed her ass and pulled it towards his body.. Her cunt pressed against his huge cock, which was now totally hard. "I'm doin' real good," he said. "Gettin' fuckin' bigger and stronger every day. This little shit here knows he's nothin' to my big muscles," he said as he looked arrogantly at Justin. "Mmmmmm," murmured Kimberly as she rubbed her cunt against Andy's huge cock and rubbed her face against his huge, bulging pecs. "Let's go to my room," he said. "I think you want that big cock up your hot, tight cunt." Kimberly reached down and squeezed the huge weapon. "Mmmmmmmmm," she said. "You got that right, stud. You are so much more of a man than this loser here. I can't wait to feel your big muscles and feel this huge thing inside my body."

Justin was hanging head as Andy and Kimberly openly talked sex with each other. Andy had pushed Justin aside and taken over as Kimberly's boyfriend many weeks ago, just like Andy had pushed Justin aside and taken over in so many other ways. Andy picked Kimberly up sideways and carried her into his room like she was a feather, curling her up and down as he walked. Kimberly grabbed his arm as he curled, feeling the rock-hard fibers of the huge 19-1/2 inches of muscle lift her with ease. "Oh, oh, oh," she moaned. "You are so big and strong." She started panting with excitement as Andy entered his room and slammed the door behind him. Then he fucked the daylights out of her.

Part 7

Fast forward another three weeks. Andy had been lifting weights for a total of 10 weeks. Just two and a half months. But in that short period of time, he had totally transformed his body from the body of an obese, weak dork to the body of an incredibly huge and muscular stud jock. In the last three weeks he had gained another 10 pounds of muscle. He now weighed exactly the same as when he first arrived at Justin's house----252 pounds. However, instead of being 252 pounds of gooey fat, Andy was 252 pounds of rock-hard, solid muscle.

He had gained another half inch in height and now stood at 6' 2" tall. Six feet two and 252 pounds of muscle. A total stud. His arms had grown to 20 inches, 22 inches when they were pumped. He could curl 275 pounds for reps. His biceps and triceps were enormous, the striated muscle showing clearly under his thin, tan skin with big thick veins pumping blood to the throbbing muscle. His neck was 19-1/2 inches, and when he was straining it, it bulged and pumped up to 21 inches of thick, columnar muscle. His chest was now a huge 58 inches, and when it got all pumped up after doing bench presses with 500 pounds it bulged to 62 incredible inches. His pecs and lats were absolutely huge. His shoulders measured 70 inches around after he had pumped them up. He could military press 375 pounds for reps. His shoulders looked like two big cannonballs of muscle sitting on top of his big wide shoulder bones. Justin had to buy a bigger tape, because his 5 foot tape wouldn't reach around Andy's huge pumped chest or his thick barn-door wide shoulders. His waist was still 35 inches, 35 inches of rock-hard, shredded muscle.

His thighs had grown to 31 inches of solid muscle. They packed on more and more muscle after Justin had bought more of the big 45 pound plates that he and Andy loaded onto the bar for Andy's grueling squats. He could now squat with 625 pounds for reps. His legs were like huge, muscular tree trunks, striated with fibers and covered with veins. After six sets of squats, those huge monsters measured 34 inches. The incredible pump he got in his muscles made them balloon in size so each of his thighs was almost the same size as his waist. And he could still suck in his waist so it became a tiny 31 inches, three inches smaller than his pumped thighs. His calves were now 22 inches, bulging to an incredible 23-1/2 inches when they were all pumped up after doing six sets of calf raises working up to 850 pounds. His calves and thighs were so strong that he could knock over the other football players so hard it was like he was a huge locomotive and they were little sticks. His giant cock had grown to be 11 inches long and 8 inches around when it was aroused. And it was aroused a lot. He fucked his puny little cousin at least four times a day and he fucked Kimberly another couple of times. He loved to fuck. He was a total stud.

This was the 15 year old boy who was going to show up for football tryouts the first day of practice. But the afternoon before tryouts, his parents returned from their long trip. He hadn't talked to them in two and a half months. Jason's mother handed him the phone so he could talk to his dad. "Hi, Andy," said his dad. "How have you been doing? Have you been working out with Justin? Have you been following his instructions as your personal trainer? Have you been teaching him some math? How much weight have you lost?" Andy's dad spewed out the questions in rapid-fire order. Andy laughed. "I've been doin' great, Dad. I've been workin' out with Justin, but I got tired of following his orders so I just do what I want now. And yeah, I've been teachin' him the math. He didn't like it at first, but now he's tryin' real hard to learn. And no, I haven't lost any weight. I still weigh 252 pounds. But I've had a great summer." He chuckled. Not only was he not following Justin's orders, but Justin was now following his orders. And Justin was studying the math because he knew Andy would pound him into a pulp if he didn't. But he had answered his Dad's questions truthfully. Yeah, he hadn't lost any weight but he sure had a great summer.

Andy's dad's voice got real mad. "You haven't lost any weight???? You've been workin' out all summer with one of the best athletes in the school and you're still the same obese boy you were?? Andy, I'm ashamed of you. I'm gonna come over there right now to pick you up and I'm gonna kick your big fat ass."

Andy laughed. "Okay, Dad, come on over and kick my big ass. It won't hurt me none though. I'll let you kick it as hard as you want." His dad was very puzzled by that statement. Andy was always a very fragile boy. Why would he be daring him to kick him as hard as he could? "I don't know what you're talking about, young man, but I'm coming over there right now and I'm gonna punch you in your fat gut for good measure. Maybe that will pound some sense into you." Andy laughed uproariously. "Bring it on!" he laughed. His dad slammed down the phone, got into the car with his mother and headed over to Justin's house.

Justin's mother answered the door. "The boys are in the kitchen," she said after greeting and hugging Andy's folks for several moments. "Andy's having another snack. I just can't keep enough food in the house for that boy. He's eating us out of house and home." Andy's dad's eyes grew wide with anger. "Of all the nerve," he said. "Still eating like a pig." He stormed into the kitchen and saw two young men sitting at the table. They were both shirtless, wearing only some shorts. One young man he immediately recognized as Justin, although he looked a little smaller and not as buff as he had been at the beginning of summer. In fact, Justin was now down to just 135 pounds, a loss of over 15 pounds of muscle. He had lost most of his muscle tone and looked like a shadow of his former self.

Andy's father didn't recognize at all the other young man sitting there. He was huge and muscular and very tan. It looked like he never wore a shirt as he spent all summer in the sun. His muscles were so big that he dwarfed the boy sitting next to him. And those muscles were incredible buff. You could clearly see the individual fibers of muscle twitching under the huge kid's thin, tan skin as he moved. Veins were visible everywhere. The huge young man was very good looking. Brown hair, cut short like a jock. Brown eyes and a tan, ruggedly handsome chiseled face sitting atop a thick, muscular neck. It was hard to tell how old he was. His face looked like that of a kid in his mid teens, but his body looked like it belonged to a pro bodybuilder. He looked like a good-looking young fitness model, only with bigger muscles. Andy's dad knew he had never seen this guy before in his life, because if he had there was no way he would have forgotten him. "Where's Andy?" he asked, looking around the room.

The huge young man got up from his seat and walked over. He stood in front the older man, his 252 pounds of solid, rippling muscle on his 6'2" frame completely overwhelming the older man. Then he flexed his abs. "Hi Dad," he said. "Wanna punch me in the gut?" His dad looked down at the corrugated iron that was Andy's washboard ab muscles. Then he looked up into his son's eyes. "Andy?" he said, hardly getting out the sound. "In the flesh," said his son as he raised his right arm and flexed it right in front of his startled father. His father reached up and wrapped the fingers of both hands around his son's huge 20 inch gun, feeling the enormous size and incredible hardness of the bulging muscle. "Oh my god," he said. "See Dad, just like I told you, I didn't lose any weight. I just turned all the fat into muscle. Not an ounce of fat on this body any more. I'm 252 pounds of solid muscle. Go ahead. Kick me in the ass or punch me in the abs as hard as you can. It won't hurt a bit." Andy smiled proudly as his dad took in the enormity of what he was seeing and feeling.

After a few more stunned moments, his Dad said "I just can't believe it. You're a completely different boy." Andy laughed. "Yeah, about as different as you can get. But I'm still smart. I didn't lose any of my brains while I built these muscles. I'm still way smarter than that little shit over there. But I've been teaching him the math just like we agreed. And he's learning better. He knows if he doesn't study hard, I'm gonna pound his little body into a pulp. That gets his attention. These muscles always get your attention, don't they fuckface," he yelled as he turned toward his cousin, who was sitting sheepishly at the table. Slowly the little jock nodded his head. Andy smiled with arrogant confidence. "OK, Dad, punch me in the gut. I wanna feel you try to do it." Andy's dad looked at his son's thick, rippling ab muscles. They looked like corrugated steel armor. "Uh, no, son, I don't think I can do it," he said, staring at the solid wall of muscle. "Chicken," said Andy. "Hey wimp, get your sorry little ass over here and punch me in the gut. Show my dad how it's done."

Justin looked over plaintively. "Do I have to?" he said.

"Yes you have to," said Andy with a touch of anger in his voice. "You always have to do what I want. You know that."

With a resigned look on his face, Justin got up and walked over. Andy's dad was shocked to see his jock nephew obeying his son like a little slave. Andy turned to the side and faced his cousin. "OK, do it," he ordered. He flexed his abs and the thick muscles sprang to attention. Andy's dad could see the individual fibers tensing under the dark tan paper-thin skin. Justin pulled back his arm, made a fist and punched as hard as he could into Andy's wall of muscle. There was a loud smacking sound as his hand hit and then bounced off the wall, not making the slightest dent in the rock-hard bricks. Andy laughed. "Geez, I could hardly feel that. You're really gettin' weaker. Or maybe my abs are gettin' stronger. Or maybe both!" He laughed, realizing that probably both statements were true. "Here. I'll show my dad how it's done. Flex." Justin's eyes grew wide with fear. "No, Andy, please," he said. "Hey, you ain't got any say in this, little man. You know that. I wanna show my dad how it's done. Now flex!" Justin took a deep breath and flexed his abs as hard as he could. Even though he wasn't in as good shape as he was at the beginning of the summer, he still had a nice set of abs. Andy pulled back his right hand and made a fist. His father just couldn't believe how big his arm was as the bicep, tricep and forearm muscles bulged. Or how big and ripped his delts and pecs were. All those striated muscles looked absolutely huge as they rippled, waiting for the order from their young commander to crush whatever was in their way. "Here's how it's done, Dad," said Andy calmly, as he smashed his big fist into Justin's abs with such force that it went several inches into his gut, almost to his spine.

Justin's little abs were no match for the overwhelming power of Andy's huge muscles. Justin' cried out in pain and fell to the floor, lying in a fetal position holding on to his bruised gut, where bolts of pain were surging through. Andy looked down at the injured boy as he writhed in pain. "He'll be fine," he said to his dad. "He's used to this. He usually recovers by the next day. He gets over injuries like this real fast. You like getting beat up by my big muscles, don't you wimp," he said as he kicked his pain-wrought cousin in the ass. Justin looked up at Andy's huge body. Andy flexed his quads. "Yeah," said Justin, still writhing in pain.

"Oh yeah, Dad," said Andy. "One more thing. Justin's giving me all his weights so I can continue lifting at home in our garage. He's even gonna come over to spot whenever I lift. He likes to watch my muscles when I lift. He's a good spotter." Justin was also a damn good muscle worshipper, a good cocksucker and a damn good fuck, both in his face and in his ass. But Andy didn't tell his dad any of this. It was his and Justin's little secret. And Justin didn't exactly give Andy his weights. Andy told Justin he wanted to take them and, well, you know how persuasive Andy can be. The strong can take whatever they want from the weak. And there ain't nothin' the weak can do about it. Ask Justin.

The next day Andy and Justin showed up for high school football tryouts. The two boys walked onto the field where the players and wannabe players were standing around waiting for the coach to call them to attention. They ranged all the way from big, muscular seasoned Seniors to skinny, novice Freshmen. The biggest Senior linemen weighed about 250, but much of that was fat. Lineman ate tons of food to get big, but unfortunately a lot of that food turned to fat. Like the other football players, Andy and Justin were wearing only shorts and sneakers as they walked on to the field. As they approached, the whole team stopped talking and stared at Andy. "Holy shit," said one of the big Seniors. "Who the hell is that?" Steve turned to the guy and said, "His name is Andy. He's a Sophomore, a 10th grader just like me. Hard to believe he's only 15. At the beginning of the summer he was a big fat geek, a total dork. We used to pick on him all the time `cause he was such a disgusting fat pig. Then he started working out with Justin and he put on muscle so fast none of us could believe it. And he lost all his fat at the same time. Now he's a rock-solid 250 pounds and benches 500 pounds for reps. He's way stronger than any of you Seniors. We taught him to play football this summer. He wants to play on the team. He wants to play running back and a defensive end. He'll just kill the other team. He's as strong as a fucking Mack truck. And fast too." All the players dropped their jaws as they saw Andy get closer and closer. "Jesus Fucking Christ," said another player. "The kid's huge. And he ain't got no fucking fat on his whole fucking body. He's solid muscle." Steve just nodded his head. "Yeah,' he said. He thought about Andy's amazing transformation over the summer. He also thought about how he used to torment the fat pig all the time and how that fat pig was now so big and strong he could tear him apart without breaking a sweat. After all the shit he had given Andy, he was thankful that Andy seemed to have forgotten all of that. Then he thought about the one time Andy smashed his fist into his gut and then said he wasn't done with him yet. He wondered what Andy meant by that.

Then one of the 10th grade players took his eyes off Andy for a moment and looked at Justin. "Geez, look at Justin," he said. "He's gotten small. He looks like shit. He looked a lot better last spring. I thought he was gonna get bigger over the summer but it looks like he got a lot smaller." Brock turned to the guy and said, "Yeah, Justin's had his hands full takin' care of Andy. He was Andy's personal trainer and after awhile Andy just kinda took over.

Justin didn't get to work out much after that. He kinda lost interest in working out. He just spotted for Andy, watchin' the kid get huge." Brock himself was amazed at the change in Justin. Justin now followed Andy around like a little lap dog, following his every order. He seemed to be absolutely entranced by his huge, muscular cousin. Brock kind of sensed that Justin was now Andy's sex slave, but the two of them never talked about it.

As Andy and Justin got to where the players were, they all rushed up to Andy, completely ignoring Justin. In fact, pushing Justin aside. "You're huge," yelled a big Senior, who looked skinny next to Andy. He reached over and grabbed Andy's gigantic 20 inch arm, which was hanging like a big ham at his side. "Geez, that's hard," he said. "And you're not even flexing. Go ahead. Flex." Andy slowly raised his arm and then flexed. His enormous biceps and triceps almost jumped out of his skin. His biceps formed a huge peak, a veritable mountain of muscle. His triceps looked like a big football, bulging with striated muscle. The big Senior wrapped both of this hands around the huge upper arm. Even with both hands, he couldn't get close to wrapping his fingers around the giant muscle. "Oh my fucking God," he said as he tried in vain to squeeze his fingers into the huge muscle, which felt like warm steel. As hard as he tried, he couldn't make the slightest dent. "Come feel this, guys. It's like solid rock." At that, about 10 guys rushed in to feel Andy's muscles. Andy happily flexed for them, flexing his arms, his pecs, his lats, his legs, all of his muscles. The roaming hands of the football players virtually covered his whole body, feeling the incredible size and hardness of his big muscles. The football players had never seen a kid with muscles that were that big and that hard. And now that kid was going to be on their team! They were stoked.

All this time the coach had been staring in awe. He felt he had died and gone to heaven. Just looking at Andy he could tell he had a city championship, maybe even a state championship, in the bag. Andy was one in a million. He smiled as the other players were overwhelmed by the enormous muscles of the big new kid.

Then he blew his whistle. "OK, jocks, listen up," he yelled. "All of you except the big guy stand over here." The players did as ordered and moved away from Andy. Then the coach strolled over to Andy and reached out his hand. "Welcome to the team, big guy. I think we can use a player like you." He shook hands with Andy, marveling at the size and thickness of Andy's huge hand. Even his hand was muscular. Almost uncontrollably the coach reached up and grabbed Andy's big arm. Then he felt his gigantic pecs and delts. "Nice," he said. "How much can you bench?" "Five hundred ten for three reps," said Andy, flexing his pecs as he said it. The coach's mouth dropped open. He thought about this kid pressing up a bar that had five big 45 pounds plates on each side, plus some extra weights as well. He had never encountered such strength in a high school kid. Then he moved his hands down to Andy's huge legs. Andy flexed his quads and the enormous masses of muscle sprang to attention. The muscle was rock hard. The coach had never seen or felt anything like this in his life. "How about your squat," said the coach. "Six forty," said Andy, looking down at his huge legs. "Omygod," said the coach, hardly able to speak. "Yeah, and I can do calf raises with 850 for reps." He flexed his giant calf muscles. "None of these guys will be able to tackle me. These big legs will run right through two or three of `em." The coach looked at Andy's huge legs. "Fuuuuck," was all he could say.

He turned to the other players. "OK, men, I wanna see what how good this big kid can play. You guys are gonna help me test him." So the coach lined up the players into teams, with Andy and two other guys being one team and all the other players being the other team. Andy's two teammates were a guy playing center and a guy playing quarterback. Andy was the running back. The two teams lined up. Three guys against 60 guys. Pretty uneven odds. Except one of the three guys was Andy. Forty of the guys playing defense bunched up along the line of scrimmage. There was no way they were going to let this new kid get by them. The other 20 players stood further back, ready to tackle the huge kid if he somehow got through. The coach gave the ball to the center. "Hike," said the quarterback. The center snapped the ball to the quarterback and the quarterback handed the ball to Andy. Then they both got out of the way. They didn't want to get creamed by the charging defense. Andy put the ball under his arm and started running forward. Charging like a bull would be a better description. He got to the first guys in his way who lowered their shoulders and tried to block him. Andy didn't even try to move to the side. He just mowed them over like twigs with the sheer weight and strength of his huge body. His legs were pumping like big pistons. Pistons of solid muscle. The next wave of defenders tried to tackle his legs. What a joke. Four or five guys grabbed onto his legs at the same time only to have their arms broken away by the awesome strength of Andy's legs. There was no way their arms could contain the overwhelming power that was surging through Andy's legs. The final wave of defenders at the line of scrimmage tried to tackle him up high. They threw themselves against his huge torso, grabbing whatever they could of his gigantic shoulders, arms and chest. Andy just kept charging ahead. The weight of these big football players was nothing to him. If one of them hung on for more than a second, he twisted his huge torso and flung the guy off like an annoying insect.

In a matter of seconds Andy made it into the secondary. These guys were all 100 pounds lighter than Andy and it was child's play for him to smash through them. They didn't even try tackling his legs. Those huge pistons were much too strong for their little bodies. They tried grabbing him by the waist or the shoulders but he just swatted them off like flies. Near the goal, one guy managed to hold on to Andy's waist for several seconds but the big kid just dragged him down the field like he was a feather. Andy got to the goal, held the ball up high in triumph and turned around. The rest of the team was scattered on the ground or staggering around. They had been pulverized. "That was fun," said Andy, looking down at the kid who he had dragged to the goal line. The kid looked up at him in awe.

All the players ran up to him and congratulated him on the fantastic run. They ran their hands all over his huge body. They now knew just how strong that body was. Andy was now the undisputed leader of the team. Justin stood near the back of the crowd looking at Andy and fondling his rock-hard cock. He was proud of his huge cousin, the cousin he now worshipped like a god. He could hardly wait to get fucked by Andy's huge cock after practice.

After allowing his players several minutes to congratulate their new star, the coach called them back to begin practice. On the way back to the coach, Andy walked up behind Steve and Brock. He stood between them and wrapped his arms around their backs and chests. The three boys walked side by side together towards the coach. To the rest of the team, it looked like the three 10th graders were the best of friends, with Andy holding on tight to his two buddies. Then Andy started contracting his huge biceps. The giant muscles bulged and powered his huge forearms into Steve and Brock's ribcages. Bolts of pain shot through their bodies as Andy's superstrong muscles crushed their torsos. The power of Andy's arms was enormous. To Steve and Brock it felt like a gigantic steel vise was closing in on their little bodies. Steve looked over at Andy, with fear written all over his beautiful blue eyes. "Whaddya doin'?" he said, with panic in his voice. "Shut up punk," said Andy as he squeezed his arms even harder, forcing air out of the lungs of the two jocks. Now they couldn't breathe. The pain in their chests was almost unbearable as Andy's rock-hard forearms drove into the bone.

"Today is Payback Day, assholes. Did you think I forgot about all the times you beat me up, all the times you teased me about my fat and hurt me until I cried? And all the times you bullied my little nerd friends, punching them or twisting their arms any time you felt like it just for fun? No, I haven't forgotten. Today's the day I'm gonna put you two bullies out of business for good. I've already dealt with Justin. Justin used to be a bully too. But I've beaten up that little punk so many times that bullying is the farthest thing from his little mind. Now he's my fuckin' slave. He does whatever I want. He won't swat a fly unless I order him to do it. Now it's your turn to be on the receiving end of the fat kid's revenge."

At that, Andy ordered the huge muscles in his arms to give the punks a final squeeze. The big muscles immediately obeyed their young master. Already pumped and bulging, they bulged even more, as blood surged through Andy's veins, blood that was filled with testosterone and other alpha male hormones. The bulging striations of muscle fibers flexed even harder under his thin skin. The muscle seemed to want to pop out of the skin. His big forearms squeezed even further into the bullies' ribcages, causing bruises to their flesh that wouldn't heal for days. They both cried out in pain. Then Andy let go, placed his hands on their backs and shoved them hard down to the ground. "They tripped," he said to his teammates. "They're kind of clumsy sometimes." Steve and Brock lay on the ground writhing in pain. They hoped that this was the end of the payback. It wasn't.

The team spend the next three hours practicing. Of course Andy was the star. He played on both offense and defense and wherever he played his team completely dominated the opponent. During the practice, every time he came close to either Steve or Brock he made sure to give them some punishment---a knee to the gut, a forearm to the chest, a backbreaking tackle---you name it and Andy did it to Steve and Brock. Before practice was over, the two bullies were battered and bruised beyond belief. They hoped again that this was the end of the payback. It wasn't.

The coach was very disappointed in Justin. He had fully expected the young stud to come back this fall much bigger and more muscular and more aggressive than ever. Instead, Justin had lost 15 pounds and didn't seem to be the same aggressive jock he was last spring. The coach came up to Justin and told him he was going to cut him from the team. The coach was disappointed that Justin had slacked off during the summer and he just wasn't playing at the level of the other players. Justin broke out in tears. Andy had overheard the coach and came running over. "You can't cut Justin, coach. He's my personal trainer. I want him on the team." The coach looked at Andy's huge, muscular body and then he looked at Justin's little body. Justin was this kid's personal trainer? Well, it didn't matter. If Andy wanted Justin on the team, Justin was gonna be on the team. The coach turned to the little jock, who still had tears streaming down his face. "OK Justin, you're on the team." Justin smiled and then wrapped his arms around Andy's huge chest. Andy flexed his pecs and lats and let his little muscle worshipper feel the big muscles bulge and turn into living rock. Yeah, he wanted Justin on the team. He wanted Justin to be there to spot him in his workouts, to worship his muscles, and to get fucked by his big cock in his face and in his ass, many times a day. And Justin wanted the same thing. They were going to enjoy being teammates.

A few minutes before the end of practice, Andy smashed into Steve and Brock once again. The two jocks were now totally pulverized. Andy grabbed their arms and lifted their bruised bodies off the ground. He turned to the coach and said, "We're goin' to the lockers a little early, coach. These two guys are a little shaken from all the hits they took from me. I guess I don't know my own strength sometimes."He looked at the two pulverized bullies and smiled. They started trembling. They sure knew Andy's strength. It was enormous.

Andy dragged the two bullies into the locker room. They thought they were in for a final beating. Andy reached over and stripped off their shorts and jock straps. They were buck naked except for their sneakers and socks. Then Andy stripped off his own shorts and jock strap. His huge cock was already rock hard and when he ripped off his jock strap the big weapon snapped up against his rippling ab muscles. Steve and Brock gasped as they saw the incredible size of Andy's giant cock, eleven inches long and eight inches around. Their little cocks shriveled as they were overwhelmed by Andy's incredible physical superiority. They felt so insignificant compared to this young giant.

"Down on your knees," ordered Andy. Steve immediately got down on his knees but Brock hesitated. "Smaaaacccckkk!" Andy's big fist came crashing into Brock's face, breaking his cheekbone. "I said down on your knees, asshole!" Brock fell to his knees, his face now throbbing in pain. "OK, assholes, you know how to do this because you made me do it to you. Lick my balls and cock. And you better do a good job or your pretty faces are gonna be pulverized." Andy moved his sweaty crotch towards Steve and Brock's faces. He grabbed the back of their heads and forced their faces into his giant cock and his golf ball sized balls. "Lick," he ordered and he let go. The two bullies began to lick and suck Andy's huge cock and balls. They had never sucked a guy's cock before but they had sure forced a lot of guys to suck their cocks so they knew how to do it. Slowly their own little cocks started to harden as they touched Andy's huge legs and calves, smelled his pungent crotch sweat, pulled his big balls into their mouths, and felt with their tongues the incredible size, thickness and hardness of his dick. After a few minutes they were really getting into it. Their cocks were rock hard. Andy was getting really turned on. Having these two muscular jocks, his former tormentors, servicing his big cock gave him an incredible high. He felt like a king. He was ready to cum.

All of a sudden he heard a lot of noise. The rest of the team was coming into the locker room. He smiled. In a matter of seconds about 30 guys were standing there looking at Steve and Brock licking Andy's huge cock. "Jesus Christ, look at the size of that dick," yelled one of the players. "Yeah, and look at Steve and Brock suckin' him off. Two little punks suckin' off the big stud. Those two punks are fuckin' little faggots. We got two fuckin' little faggots on the team!" At that, Andy grabbed his cock, pointed it at Steve and Brock's faces and started cumming. Spurt after spurt of pure white cum gushed out of his huge cock and splat right into their faces. Spasms of ecstasy surged through his body as he ejaculated. Every spurt was payback for years of misery inflicted by these two bullies. He felt great. But the real payback going to come in a few more seconds. The team just stood there, marveling at how big Andy's cock was and how much jism he was shooting onto the little faggots' faces.

When he finished, two of the big Seniors came over, grabbed Steve and Brock by the arm and jerked them to their feet. "We don't want any faggots on our team," they said. "Get outta here." They pushed Steve and Brock, still totally nude and with their faces covered by gobs and gobs of thick white cum, to the locker room door and threw them on the ground, giving them a big kick in the ass for good measure. The coach grabbed two towels and threw them at the two shocked boys. "You're off the team for good," he said. "Stay away from the players." Then he slammed the door. Steve and Brock looked at each other's cum-covered face in disbelief. Their whole world has just crumbled beneath them. They were nothing. They were worse than nothing. They had received the fat boy's revenge.

From that point on, Steve and Brock were shunned by the whole football team. All of a sudden they had no friends. Their former jock friends wouldn't talk to them and the rest of the kids hated the two bullies. They soon got into drugs and then dropped out of school. A year later they were busted for drug dealing and sent to the state youth correction center. They are now serving as white boy fuck toys for the black and Latino prison gangs, each of them getting fucked 30 to 40 times a day . They have two more years to go in their sentences, if they last that long.

Andy was elected Captain of the football team before the first game and led the team to three state championships. His team was the only team in state history to win three championships in a row. At the same time, Andy maintained his straight "A" average. During his high school years, he gained another inch in height and put on another 20 pounds of muscle. From his sophomore year through his senior year, he was the biggest, strongest running back in state history. He was recruited by every major football university in the country. Next year he will be attending Stanford, where he will be a pre-med major. After graduation from college and a few years in the NFL, he's going to go to med school. As a doctor, he wants to work with obese kids, showing them how they can change their bodies. Nobody has any doubt that he will do all those things. Stanford is already favored to win the Pac 10 championship next year.

Justin will be graduating with Andy. He actually has a "C+" average, because Andy has forced him to study. And he's going to Palo Alto too next year, although not to college. He's going to get a job in a health food store so he can get discounts on all sorts of supplements for Andy. He's going to live as close to campus as possible so he can help Andy with his training, worship his muscles and get fucked by his huge cock as much as possible. He and Andy have an agreement that Andy will fuck him at least twice a day.

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