Size Doesn't Have to Matter
by Londonboy
Part 1
So far the night was uneventful and pretty embarrassing. I had been in the bar for about an hour and no one had even glanced in my direction. I was beginning to hate this city and I had only lived here for two months. This was the fifth time I had tried to meet someone at what the guidebooks described as a “friendly neighborhood bar.” It didn’t seem very friendly to me. I wasn’t looking to get laid, even though it would have been nice. I was just looking to make some friends. It seemed that I didn’t meet the required look for this town. Don’t get me wrong – I’m a pretty good-looking fellow, but I think everyone wanted someone a lot bigger and more muscular. I’m about five nine and weigh close to 175 pounds. I’ve got a nice body, but you can tell I spend more time in the office than in the gym.I caught on pretty fast that people came into this neighborhood bar not to make friends but to find someone for a quick night of muscle sex. That explained why there were so many big guys hanging out here and that also explained why none of them talked to me. A week ago I had asked the bartender why the place wasn’t very friendly and he explained that a few years ago it had been a great place to hang out with friends but that it had gotten so popular that it had turned into THE place to be. He said that now the regular guys in the neighborhood avoided the place because it was such a muscled meat market. That made me decide to continue to come here. I was determined to help change it back to a place for the “regular Joes.” I was also determined to make some friends, even if they were guys who cared more about a good pump than a good novel. Maybe I even fantasized that I could be a Henry Higgins to one of these muscled Eliza Doolittles. I was hoping I could help one of these shallow guys see beyond someone’s biceps or pectorals.
Unfortunately, that was proving to be a lot harder than planned. When I arrived earlier in the evening the place had been pretty empty. I took a stool at the bar, ordered a drink and tried to start up a conversation with two different guys. One guy had completely ignored me. I kid you not. He acted as if he didn’t hear me talking to him and then walked away when he caught the eye of another well-built dude across the room. I could tell that he had thought it would look bad for him if people saw him talking to the little guy. The second guy I chatted with did acknowledge me, but he looked at me with an incredulous face after I attempted to start a conversation. “Listen, little man,” he said after I spoke to him, “I don’t know what I’m doing that makes you think I want to talk to you, but please know that I don’t mean to do it.” And with that statement, he turned his back to me.
That pretty much sums up the way my first few weeks had gone in this lovely town. And, yet, here I was sitting on that bar stool determined not to give up or give in to the standards set up by a bunch of goons. I knew what a great catch I was. I knew of my many hidden talents. I also knew that at some point a man would walk into that bar that didn’t care about how a guy looked and would enjoy a conversation with me. Like I said, I wasn’t automatically looking for sex, I just wanted to make a new friend.
I had just ordered my third beer when I turned around and caught sight of a Greek Adonis coming in the door. I wasn’t the only one to notice him either. Even the guy who had totally ignored me earlier turned from talking to his “catch of the evening” to try and grab the attention of the stud coming in the door. But the black-haired “Mr. Mykonos” (my name for him) pretty much ignored every pair of eyes staring at him and made a beeline for the bar, parking himself on the stool beside me. I was sitting with my back against the edge of the bar, facing the crowd. I did, however, get a good look at him when he walked past. He was probably six feet two inches tall and built for days. He was wearing a black polo shirt that seemed to highlight his Greek features and beautiful tan. I noticed his arms first as he walked by, mainly because of the defined triceps. Even though the arm was hanging at his side you could clearly see bulges upon bulges everywhere. I immediately tried to make my mind forget him because I knew he’d never notice me. The asshole that had been rude to me earlier turned his body back toward me, but, even without looking, I knew he was staring over my head at Mr. Mykonos. It was as if I wasn’t there and I’m sure he wished I wasn’t.
“What’s up?” asked the asshole, trying to get Mr. Mykonos’ attention.
“Not much,” was the only response that came from the Greek God beside me. Even though it was only two words I could tell the voice matched the man. It was a deep baritone and it made my heart race. I immediately panicked. I did not want Mr. Mykonos to hook up with the asshole. That would ruin my faith in the human race. I prayed to God that he would choose any other person in the room to talk to, but please don’t let him choose the man that had been so rude to me. That’s when I heard the stud to my right order a Portuguese wine that would only be known to connoisseurs. I loved good wines and even collected some. The name of the wine made me turn slightly toward the Greek guy and I could tell he noticed my reaction. Fortunately, the bartender had the wine in stock (something that amazed me) and after it was poured Mr. Mykonos turned on his stool to face the room.
“Are you having a good night?” asked the Grecian-stud beside me. I assumed he was talking to Mr. Asshole so I didn’t turn. There was a slight pause. That’s when it sank in that Mr. Mykonos might be talking to me. I glanced up and saw that he was looking right at me. My mouth dropped open and no sound came out - not because he was talking to me, but because he had the deepest olive-green eyes I have ever seen. They seemed to be the eyes of a very old soul and a handsome stud all at the same time. I quickly gained my composure.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were speaking to me,” I said, trying to act natural. “Yes, yes. I’m having a nice night. By the way, that’s a very nice wine. The best year is a couple of years older, but…”
“Yes, 1998, but that’s very hard to find,” Mr. Mykonos interrupted with a huge smile. His teeth were perfectly white and enhanced by his dark skin.
“Probably because I bought so many,” I said laughing and trying to stay focused.
“I did as well,” added Mr. Mykonos. “My name is Mykal.” He held out his large hand to me. I noticed it was beautifully manicured.
“Hi, I’m Simon. It’s nice to meet you, Mykal.” I grabbed his hand and tried to shake it firmly, which I guess was meant to impress him. He held my hand tightly and slowed the nervous pumping caused by my hand. I think he was used to people having this kind of reaction to him and his calming spirit did help me immediately. I became much more comfortable and relaxed by the time we released our grip.
“And I’m Mitch,” came the voice behind me. Mr. Asshole was reaching his hand over my shoulder towards Mykal.
Mykal glanced up towards Mitch and took his hand. Squeezing tightly, he said, “Hey, Mitch. It’s nice to meet you, but if it’s alright with you Simon and I are going to get acquainted, okay?” It wasn’t really a question; it was more like an order. I could also tell that Mykal was squeezing Mitch’s hand very tightly. I heard the big guy behind me let out a whimper from the pain caused by the grip. Mykal let go of the hand and Mitch immediately shook out his fingers as he grabbed his drink and quickly walked away. Mykal turned back to me and said, “Sorry about that, Simon. I didn’t mean to be rude, but I knew he wouldn’t leave us alone unless I made it very clear that I didn’t want to talk to him. After all, I bet he doesn’t know any wines from Portugal. He might not know any wines at all, or only ones that come in a box.” Mykal laughed slightly and it was infectious. I laughed, as well, and immediately felt right at home with this man.
“But he does have a very nice body, doesn’t he,” I said turning to watch the well-built Mitch walk away. It wasn’t something I’d usually say to someone I just met, but I already felt so comfortable with Mykal.
“Yes he does,” answered Mykal watching Mitch, as well, “but I want the total package. I want someone that has a nice body, an open personality, and a pretty good brain. They don’t have to understand quantum physics perfectly, but I’d like them to know who someone like Colm Toibin is – you know what I mean?”
“An author that was shortlisted for the Booker Prize for The Blackwater Lightship, and most recently wrote The Master,” I said smiling proudly at Mykal.
“Touché, good sir, touché!” Mykal said approvingly, holding up his glass of wine in a mock toast.
“Maybe you just don’t know Mitch well enough, Mykal. He could be all of those things,” I said defending the asshole who now stood across the room trying to ignore us.
“Well, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t read novels, Simon. But, even if he did, he is, most importantly, not kind to people. I am sure of that. I have seen him be outright rude to people in this bar and that kind of meanness should not be tolerated. I’m still baffled as to why he is so mean to people.” Mykal stared at me as he spoke and I began to feel like we knew each other on some other level. Some level that was much more than a surface knowledge. It was hard to explain. I kept thinking that he might be the person I could allow to know me completely. I started to get excited about sharing some of my deepest secrets with him. I knew that I had to be careful, though. I didn’t want to trust him based on feelings from a few minutes of interaction.
“Well, I have personally experienced that rudeness, so I support your opinion.” I replied and Mykal nodded at my confession. We both took a sip from our drinks. I suddenly felt very brave with my new friend. “But, Mykal, do you believe we can find more than one person in this bar that is the total package – body, brains, and personality? I mean, there’s you and I’m not sure the odds are on our side that a second perfect man will come through that door.” I smiled at the beautiful face in front of me and we both actually blushed. I turned red because of the forward compliment I gave and he turned red because my comment referred to him.
“You are too kind Simon,” Mykal said looking at his drink. “But I am not the total package. Not by a long shot. So, yes, I believe a man could walk through that door soon and knock my socks off with his body, but only if his intelligence and personality match the muscles. I must believe it can happen, because that’s why I came tonight. There might already be someone here that just needs help releasing the true person inside. One of these muscled bodies might actually have a kind soul to go with what’s on the outside.”
“Maybe,” I said in response. “But tell me, what else besides a love for Portuguese wines and Colm Toibin novels does this man need to have? What would the total package look like?” I was partly teasing Mykal, and he knew it. I also wanted to hear what made this stud get turned on.
“Listen to you, Mr. Simon, wanting me to tell you all my secret fantasies. I think maybe I’ve already told you too much.” Mykal was now teasing me. It was obvious that he also felt very comfortable with me and knew, as I did, that our friendship was now sealed in cement.
“Come now, we little guys have always wanted to know what turns a big guy like you on. What attracts you to a man, Mykal.” By this point I was getting a little hot and bothered. I tried in vain to prevent my dick from getting hard as we spoke, but with little success. I was already semi-erect. Mykal laughed loudly at my question and then leaned in towards me.
“First of all, Simon. You are not that little,” he said glancing at my crotch, “and, secondly, I can hardly speak for all big guys. I can only tell you what I like.” His comment made me self-conscious and I quickly crossed my legs. “I’m sorry, Simon, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. Really. I felt like we could be honest with each other. Have I crossed some line?”
His comment warmed my heart, “No, Mykal. No, you have not crossed a line. I was caught off guard by your honesty, that’s all. Please know your bluntness is greatly appreciated. I have a funny feeling that we’re going to share secrets we’ve never shared with anyone else.” Mykal nodded his head in agreement. It was as if no one else existed in the entire bar. It was a crazy feeling. I know Mykal knew I was attracted to him and I knew he wasn’t attracted to me in the same way, but all of that didn’t matter. We seemed to get passed the awkwardness and messiness of all of that in a few seconds. We were talking as if we had been friends for many years. My crotch was suddenly calm and I could uncross my legs. Mykal smiled because he also knew that we had somehow managed to get past a potentially disastrous stage caused by one guy’s unwanted crush on the other and move to a place of true friendship. It was at that moment I knew he was worthy of my secrets, but I returned to my earlier question. “Now, come on Mykal, what turns you on about another man?”
“Well, I’ll feed into one of the stereotypes, Simon,” Mykal said quietly. “I do like a guy that is as big, if not bigger than me. I know there are some big guys out there that like to dominate others, but I like to be dominated.” Mykal looked at me trying to read my reaction.
I smiled and said, “It must be hard to find guys bigger than you!”
“Stop. I’m not that big,” Mykal said and he immediately saw the look on my face that chastised him for telling lies, and added, “Okay, okay. I admit I have a pretty good body.” My face turned even more angry-looking. “Okay. Yes, I am big. And I like being big. But I do wish I could find someone bigger than me that could, I don’ t know, rough me up a little.” Mykal laughed a little when he said this. He was obviously embarrassed.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I don’t know, completely, Simon. I guess I mean that I would like a tough guy. Someone who makes me feel protected. I know how crazy it sounds. The few people I’ve told this to have looked at me like I am some freak, but being big doesn’t mean that I don’t want to be taken care of. You know? I’d like some big guy to make it clear that he’s boss. That’s all. Go ahead, you can laugh at me now.” It was clear that Mykal had shared something very personal.
“ I would never laugh at that Mykal,” I quickly replied. “I share that desire. I like the feeling of a bigger guy beside me in bed or walking down the street together. It makes me feel safe. It makes me feel, I don’t know, owned or something. Not in a bad way, but in a way that makes the relationship complete or full. It’s really hard to explain.” Mykal was nodding at me.
“Yeah, it feels a little like you don’t have to always make decisions or be in charge. It’s good to turn myself over to someone – not always, but sometimes.” Mykal was suddenly lost in his own little world, and he kept on talking. “And another little secret of mine is that I love gut punching. I want some big guy to have abs of steel so I can pound away at them until my fingers ache. There’s something about a guy taking blows to the stomach and not flinching that proves he’s a man. It makes him in control of the guy swinging at him. I wish I could explain it better, but I can’t. I just want some guy that has that kind of power.” Mykal came out of his trance and looked straight at me. “I’ve never told anyone that, Simon. What is it about you that makes me feel comfortable enough to say that?”
“I don’t know, Mykal,” I said looking into his eyes, “but I completely understand. Thanks for trusting me. I get what you’re saying about a bigger guy showing you his power. I fantasize about that, too. But, I also dream about what it would be like to be the bigger guy, as well. I’m always torn between some fantasies of being the bigger guy and others about being the smaller guy. Now that’s really weird, isn’t it?”
“No, no, it’s not weird, Simon.” Mykal was nodding vigorously with excitement. “I know just what you are talking about. I dream of being with a bigger guy, but sometimes I also get off on the idea that I can dominate and please smaller guys with my size and strength. It’s almost like having a split personality.” We both laughed at this thought. Mykal glanced at the empty beer bottle in my hand. “Can I buy you another beer, Simon?”
“That would be great, Mykal,” I said placing my empty bottle on the bar. “I’m going to step into the bathroom. Will you save my place?”
“Of course,” Mykal answered as he pulled out his wallet.
“Even if some good-looking bigger guy comes up to talk to you?” I asked mischievously.
Mykal didn’t even hesitate and replied, “Simon, there is no one here that I’d rather talk to right now.” It was a great thing to say. I knew there wasn’t anything romantic in the statement, but it was still nice to hear that from my new friend. Mykal then smiled and added, “And I don’t think there is anyone here bigger than me!”
“I am proud of you, Mykal. That’s the kind of attitude you should have,” I said smiling at him. I bent down to pick up my backpack.
“You can leave that here, or don’t you trust me?” Mykal asked.
“I need a few things in here to help me freshen up,” I said smiling at him. “But let me tell you something personal that will show you how much I trust you. I’ve been coming here for five weeks Mykal and up until tonight no one had ever spoken to me. I was beginning to give up on the human race – especially big guys like you. Thank you for being so kind to us little guys.”
“Simon, that’s stupid. Just because you’re a little shorter…”
“No, no, Mykal. We won’t make this about me. I just want you to know that you give bodybuilders and handsome men a good name. I predict that you are going to find the stud of your dreams. He’s out there looking for you, too. I will return in a few minutes. We will have to compare lists of our favorite novels and wines.” I placed my hand on his arm to signify my fondness for him – the feeling of the hard muscles caught me off guard. I tried to squeeze the tricep and he purposely tensed his arm. The hard muscles seemed to turn to stone and an audible gasp escaped from my mouth. Mykal laughed and then pushed me away with his other hand. As I walked away I saw him pull my stool closer and place his big hand on the seat. He was saving my seat as he tried to get the bartender’s attention. I saw that most of the fellows in the bar were also looking at Mykal. As I walked to the bathroom I was saying a silent prayer that Mykal had meant everything he had shared with me. We were about to find out. I had high hopes for this beautiful man. I felt that he was full of integrity, but now was the time to put him to the test. It was also time to make his dreams come true.
Part 2
I walked into the bathroom and was giddy with excitement. Mykal was everything I had ever dreamed of – nice personality, built like Hercules, and beautiful. I could not wait to get back out there and talk to him. I immediately checked the three stalls to see if anyone was there. The place was empty. This was perfect. I stepped into the third stall and shut the door. I put the toilet seat cover down and placed my backpack there. I reached in and grabbed some clothes and a pair of sandals from inside the main compartment. I hung the clothes on the hook at the back of door and placed the shoes on the floor. I unbuttoned my shirt, slid it off my body, carefully folded it, and placed it in the backpack. I did the same with my shoes, socks and pants. I looked at my boxers and smiled. I was glad that I remembered to wear the extra-extra-large ones. They looked stupid on me, but tonight they would come in handy.
It had been a while since I had “unfolded,” so I went through a checklist in my mind. Don’t have my hands up against anything when I begin, because we don’t want anything torn apart. Oh yeah, check to make sure there are no cameras. I glanced up and around the area of the bathroom ceiling I could see. There were no cameras. Make sure there was enough room for the new me where I was standing. I knew it would be tight, but I was fine. Always double check to make sure no one could see me. I knew this one was not a guarantee, because someone could walk into the bathroom, but I did feel pretty safe in the stall. I checked to make sure the door was secure and it was. And last, but not least, make sure you had some clothes to change into. I looked at the clothes on the hook. There was my triple extra large t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. It was my favorite. I had gotten it when I went to see Once On This Island on Broadway. It was pretty old and stretched, but felt good on me. I also knew I looked great in it. There were some khaki cargo shorts that had slight rips along the legs so my quads could have some extra room. Everything was perfect. I had even brought one left and one right sandal of the same pair. In the past I have grabbed two right shoes by mistake and this made it rough walking for the night.
It was time to begin. I didn’t want Mykal wondering where I was and then coming in to look for me. He seemed like the type of guy who would do that. I placed my hands on the side of the stall and started to concentrate. Suddenly, I remembered another time I had “unfolded” in a bathroom stall and, because I had my hands on the walls during the change, I had collapsed all five of them with one shove. I dropped my hands to my side. Now it was time to begin.
I should probably stop and explain some things to you now. You see I’m not really a small built guy that’s only five nine. Well, I can be that guy, but that’s not who I am naturally. I know this sounds weird, but stay with me for a few minutes. It’s kind of hard to explain. I’m really a guy that’s six feet eight inches tall and weighs about three hundred pounds – depending if I have eaten correctly or not (sometimes a guy’s got to splurge, you know?). I know this is hard to understand right now, but just listen for a little longer. I’ve been big all my life and I learned quickly that most people only liked me because of my body. Even in junior high I could tell that most people only wanted to be my friend because they wanted me to do something for them. The bullies all wanted to be friends because I was so much bigger than them. They wanted me to be cruel like them so no one would be able to stop us. The other kids only wanted to be my friend so I would protect them. That’s also about the time I realized I was gay, well, at the time, I just knew I was different. I found myself looking at other guys in gym class and noticing their bodies. Even though they were smaller than me I liked to look at guys that built up their muscles. I also noticed that I was watching wrestling on television for different reasons than all the other guys. They talked about the cool moves that some wrestler would come up with and I only wanted to talk about the cool ways that some guy flexed or showed off his body. I quickly learned to keep my mouth shut, though. Most guys did not want to join in a conversation about another man’s muscles.
In high school and college I continued to realize that most people did not want to get to know me on any level beyond the surface - my body. There were guys that came on to me just because they wanted me to play some character for their fantasies – the whipped big boy, the dominant daddy, the innocent farm hand. And then there were built guys who emphasized to everyone how they weren’t gay, but would secretly come to my room for quick muscle-on-muscle sex. The next day these guys would usually ignore me, or, worse, say negative things about me. I started to believe I would never meet anyone who liked me for the complete person I was and not just what was on the outside.
About five years ago I met a guy named Perry. He was amazing. He was funny, he was bright, he was a pretty big guy, and he seemed to look beyond my big body. We met online so we actually got to know each other pretty well before we met face to face. He was somewhat overwhelmed the first time he met me, but I could also see that there was part of him that liked how big I was. We began dating and it was wonderful. I know I’d still be with Perry today, but there was an accident and, well, they say he was dead before the ambulance could get there. Another victim of a drunk driver. I was devastated and, at one point, even contemplated suicide. I was scared I would never meet anyone like Perry again. I mostly stayed in and lived on the computer. That’s when I got introduced to some sites that shared stories about muscle growth. These were great fun and I quickly learned that there were many people in the world who liked the same things I did. I wasn’t a freak anymore. But I still missed Perry a lot and didn’t go out at all. Even the guys I met online seemed only interested in hearing about how big I was or wanted to know when I was going to hook up with them for a muscle show. Any time I began a conversation about some independent film I had Netflixed or a great novel I had just finished, every guy would get bored with me and sign off.
One night, as I wallowed in my self-pity, I was struck with an idea. What if I could somehow become a smaller guy or temporarily compact my muscles into a more dense state so I appeared to be a more normal size. This might give me the opportunity to meet guys in a totally different way. Maybe I would be able to strike up a conversation with a man and he not immediately start drooling over my chest or arms. I did not want to stay small forever, because I liked my body, but maybe I could be given the chance to meet people in a whole new way.
So, for over two years I studied scientific formulas, witchcraft, new-age crystals, aromatherapy, or anything that I thought might help me become a small guy for a while. I’m going to spare you all the heavy medical jargon that covers what I finally came up with, but let’s just say; I found a way to “deflate” my muscles for a period of time. It basically works the opposite way a bodybuilder inflates or flexes his muscles. Instead of puffing out my monstrous chest I suck it in and make it smaller. I do the same thing with all of my muscles. It took me a long time and a lot of concentration to learn how to do it, but I was even able to fold-in my bone structure to make myself shorter. I wish I could explain it better (for you non-believers), but let me just say that I am able to control my muscles in the opposite way of a normal bodybuilder. I can work out to get bigger or smaller – it’s my choice. And when I mastered the art of “folding in” my body, I decided to move to a new place and check out my theory about meeting men that liked me for who I was on the inside. That brings me to this town and the last two months. I had been very discouraged by all of the guys here, until I met Mykal. Now you can see why I was determined to stick it out at this bar and prove that big guys can look past the bodies of other guys and get to know them on a different level. At the same time I wanted to prove that little guys could get to know bigger men beyond a surface level, as well. Mykal was the first man to talk to me (besides those who just said something rude) in five visits to this bar. He seemed to be someone I could trust and someone who could know my secret, but I’m still not sure. I need to test him a little bit more. Would he forget about the smaller Simon as soon as someone bigger came along? Time would tell. I was now ready to “unfold.”
I once videotaped the transformation from my smaller body to my massive body, just to see what it looked like. I have to tell you it was incredibly hot. I’m a little embarrassed to say that I jerked off to the video for weeks because it was hit so many of may fantasies. I even posted it on YouTube as a morph video, after I carefully cropped out my face. I was amazed to see the comments that people posted. A lot of guys complimented my work and wanted to know what program I used to create the morph. I didn’t respond. There were other comments about how fake it looked and many other destructive remarks. I simply chose to ignore those. Every time I let my body grow back to its normal size I think of the video, though, and I get turned on. I was pretty sure I’d have to shoot a load into the toilet when I was done changing, because of how turned-on I would be.
The growth always starts with my feet. This time was no different. I watched closely as my toes became longer and the tops of my feet expanded. The feeling I usually get all over my body is probably similar to the relief that comes when a woman releases a tight girdle or a man unbuttons a size thirty pair of pants that were holding in a size thirty-four waist. Let’s just say it is a great release. My feet no longer felt restricted or cramped. Next came a change to my height. I somehow released my folded bones and muscles making them shoot up the many inches to my full height. I was careful to stay slightly bent over, because I knew my upper body would stick up over the walls of the bathroom stall. The release that comes with getting taller is so intense that I usually cry out like some guy in the throws of heavy sex. This time was no different, and, wouldn’t you know it, that’s when someone decided to come into the bathroom. I heard the door open and could tell the poor guy paused a little when he heard my voice. I was too involved with “unfolding” my body to care and I knew I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. I heard the guy move over to one of the urinals as my legs started to release from their compressed state.
This was another part of the change that I liked to watch. This was especially true when I started with a pair of my super sized boxers on my smaller body. I loved watching my upper legs releasing themselves to fill up the cloth that up until that point had been dangling around them. A couple of times I had chosen to wear my smaller body’s boxers just to see my legs rip through them. Some of you might be wondering if I was able to “fold in” my cock somehow. I chose to never learn how to do that, because the thought of a small guy with the dick of a giant always got me hot. That’s why Mykal had commented on its size earlier. By this time my cock was at full mast and its head was peeking out over the elastic band of my boxers. I looked back at my legs and saw that the bottom part of my underwear was stretched to the max because of my muscled quads. The boxers were actually pushed up toward my crotch because my legs were too wide to be contained. I would have to look for some larger underwear very soon. By this time I was breathing very hard and I knew the most spectacular part of the transformation would begin next. I felt sorry for the guy in the bathroom because he was about to get an earful.
Without warning my chest began to explode. It is always like someone hooking up a garden hose to a balloon and watching it quickly fill with water once the faucet is turned on full blast. Each time, my pecs swell straight out at first and then fall downward in perfect globes of muscled flesh. Even my nipples expand and become as rigid as my cock. Today, this powerful release of densely packed muscle caused me to roar out loud like a lion in battle. I was sure the noise terrified the guy at the urinal because I heard the stream of his piss suddenly stop.
“Hey dude, are you okay in there?” the guy asked sheepishly.
In between heavy breaths I answered, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just something I ate.” I barely got those words out when my upper body decided to finish its changes. My hands balled up into tight fists as my fingers began to expand and grow longer. The pulsing growth continued in my hands and then pounded its way up my arms. I watched as my forearms tripled in size and became draped in bulging veins. I was forced to bend my arms and flex my biceps to help release the layers of muscles that had been confined in a smaller space for so long. A loud popping sound actually filled the room as my arms exploded into their normal giant size. I always have to close my eyes and not watch my biceps and triceps grow or I know I will shoot a massive load of cum. Today, I didn’t want to mess up the stall. I tried to hold in the scream that wanted desperately to escape my mouth as my shoulder bones and muscles expanded until they almost touched both walls beside me. I was still slightly bent over but I was forced to stand taller as my neck muscles and my face muscles were released to grow. I loved watching the video of my face as the chin extended and my cheeks went from puffy to chiseled stone with dimples. Even my hair had to grow to cover my larger head. Don’t ask me why, but the last thing to grow is always my ass. This is usually what caused me to shoot my load. My flat butt quickly expands into two mounds of perky muscle. I could actually feel my ass bulge into a jaw-dropping muscle covered bubble. I could not contain my vocal reaction to this part of my growth. The release of my body was now complete and as my ass cheeks expanded I threw my head back and let out a growl that seemed almost inhuman. I did not dare touch my cock at that moment or its release would match the intensity of my muscled-body’s expansion.
I could tell my last cry from the stall definitely made the guy in the bathroom worried. I heard him run his hands under water at the sink and walk over to the stall door as he dried them with a paper towel.
“Man, do you need me to call a doctor or something. Maybe an ambulance. You don’t sound good at all.” He sounded truly concerned.
I didn’t have a lot of time to catch my breath as I grabbed my clothes. I was scared the guy was going to look under or over the stall door at any moment. Even though my body had not fully recovered from “unfolding,” I quickly pulled on my shorts and somehow got the t-shirt over my huge upper body. As I slipped my feet into the sandals I answered, “No, that’s fine. I’m feeling great now. I just needed to get something out of my system.” I stood up completely – my head and shoulders were sticking above the top of the stall - and I could see the guy in the mirror. He was standing almost up against the door so he didn’t see me towering above him. I was immediately impressed with the guy’s body. I could tell he had worked hard to bulk it up. I decided his concern for me deserved a little reward. I scooted back as far as I could in the small space and pulled open the tiny door. The guy’s reaction was priceless. It’s always like some slow-motion movie - watching as he first registered he was looking directly into my upper abs and chest. He soaked in the view for a few minutes and then his chin started to slowly rise as his gaze moved upward. The guy’s eyes grew wider as he took in my full size. When his head was almost completely back and he was finally looking me in the face, the poor guy stumbled backwards a few steps. This gave me the opportunity to turn my body sideways and step out from inside the stall.
“Oh my God,” he said as he stood there stunned.
“No, really, I’m just Simon,” I said teasingly and held out my big hand to him. The guy didn’t reach out to shake my hand. I don’t think he even heard my response. I’m pretty used to this kind of reaction so it didn’t even bother me when he immediately stuck his hand down his pants and started to pump the stiff cock I could see pressing against the fabric. I turned my hand flat and patted him on the head. “You go ahead there, big guy. Make yourself at home. I’m glad I could bring a little muscle joy to your night. I’m just going to go out there and meet someone, okay.” I stepped around the guy and started to leave the bathroom. As I left, I heard him, in his trance-like state, repeating over and over, “So many muscles, so many muscles.”
Part 3
I know what it feels like to step into a bar and have all eyes pass over you quickly, as guys determine that you are not worth talking to. And I know what it is like to have people stare at you like a hundred spotlights just turned on to welcome you into the room. Both experiences finally bring a feeling of emptiness with them. I realize that some guys don’t believe me when I tell them this, but to have a group of men stare at you just because you’re built doesn’t automatically mean they want to know the real you. Most of the time they just want to explore your body – not your mind. A guy looks at my body and he immediately makes decisions about me, just like they do when I am in my smaller form. I can tell, just by the way a guy looks at me, if he is full of lust or full of genuine interest. Please don’t get me wrong. One of the reasons I work out is to get noticed. I can admit that, but I also want a person to have a desire to know something beyond the muscles. I don’t think that is too unfair. It is my belief that a smaller guy will attract more sincere men, while a big guy will attract more “one night stands.” At some point in life most men will desire sincerity over what usually ends up being only two hours of pretty good sex. I know I desperately wanted to meet someone sincere, honest, and genuine. I was still placing all my bets on Mykal.
In typical gay-bar fashion, the first person to notice me as I came out of the bathroom was Mitch-the-asshole, from earlier. I’ve never seen a man puff up his chest and move across a room so quickly. Suddenly he was standing right in front of me as I zipped up my backpack. I noticed that most of the guys around us were also looking at me, most of them mad that Mitch got there first.
“You look like you could use a drink. Can Mitch, here, buy you one,” was the asshole’s come-on line. He made me sick to my stomach. I did not usually approve of rudeness, but since Mitch needed to be taught a lesson (if that were possible), I allowed a little meanness to shine through.
I dropped by backpack to the floor, reached up, and placed my big hands around Mitch’s solid upper arms. Even though he had a nice body my large hands could grab around his arms with room to spare. I squeezed tight, noticing that Mitch winced, and pressed in. I easily lifted Mitch off the ground and moved his body from in front of me to the side. The group that was gathered around us became silent as they watched my show of strength. After placing Mitch back on the ground I leaned down and placed my face right in front of his.
“Can you tell me what I did that made you think I would allow you to buy me a drink? Because I’ll make sure I stop doing it right away. Get lost little man,” was all I said and it felt good. I hated being cruel to people, but Mitch deserved it. I reached down, grabbed my backpack, and walked away. I could tell most of the crowd had decided not to even try and talk to me because everyone seemed to move out of my way as I walked toward the front room and the bar. I heard a couple of guys say they were happy that someone finally put Mitch in his place. I certainly didn’t want to encourage bad behavior from anyone, but I did want my smaller self to be justified.
As I neared where Mykal was seated at the bar I could see that he had turned around and was talking to the bartender. He had not noticed my little display in the other room and did not even know I was there. I placed my backpack against the wall underneath a table and walked up behind Mykal. The bartender noticed me, how could he not, and stopped in mid-sentence. His mouth just stayed wide open. I knew I needed to move fast.
“Excuse me, is this seat taken?” I asked Mykal, making it obvious by what side I was standing on that I meant the stool he was saving for me. Mykal noticed the bartender’s face at the same time he heard my question. He turned to look at me as he answered.
“I’m sorry it is…” Mykal began saying, but when he saw me his voice trailed off. I recognized in his eyes the same look that many guys get the first time they see me. It is a look full of lust and greed. My heart sank as I noticed this desire in Mykal’s eyes. I must have misjudged him. I was immediately very sad, but then something miraculous happened; the look disappeared as quickly as it had come. I knew the next thing out of Mykal’s mouth would forever cement our fate as friends or whatever we were to become. “Yes. I’m saving it for a friend. He should be right back. I’m sorry. I think the next one is available, though.”
I’m a big strong guy and believe me when I tell you I can do things most guys only dream of doing, but his reply made me go weak at the knees like I was some love-sick school girl. No offense to women intended, but I became like an elementary school girl (or gay boy) seeing her favorite boy-band idol for the first time in person. I quickly placed my hand on the empty stool Mykal had motioned to because I needed something to help me stand up. Mykal was saving the stool for the smaller version of me – even when the big muscular me wanted to sit there. I slid onto the stool and watched Mykal turn back to the bartender to resume their conversation. This was unbelievable. I knew my real body was Mykal’s type - we had established that earlier - but he wanted to finish his conversation with the bartender before starting a conversation with me. He was so thoughtful. Not to mention the fact that he wouldn’t give up the stool.
“You were saying,” Mykal said to the bartender who was still staring at me with his mouth wide open.
Somehow the bartender registered that Mykal had said something to him and replied, “Who the fuck knows what I was saying.” He then focused on me and asked, “Can I get you something to drink?” Now it was my time to have a little fun. I ordered the Portuguese wine that Mykal was drinking. This caused Mykal to turn and smile at me.
“Good choice,” Mykal said and then added, “I’m having it, too.”
“Like minds, I guess.” I replied, smiling at him. “And bodies.” This last part made Mykal look up at me. “Sorry if that was too forwarded. I just meant to say that you have a nice body.”
“Thanks. That’s really a nice thing for you to say since I really don’t hold a candle to yours. Have we met before, you seem very familiar,” Mykal said looking at me intently.
“I don’t think so, but maybe,” I answered quickly.
“Well, I’m Mykal,” he said leaning over to shake my hand. I grabbed his hand and shook firmly. I could tell he liked that.
“My name is Simon.” I said bluntly.
“No way!” Mykal said with a surprised look on his face.
“Why’s that?” I asked.
“The guy I’m saving the seat for is named Simon, as well.” He said laughing a little.
“No kidding. Where is he? Are you sure he’s coming back? Maybe I could go ahead and take his place.” I was tempting fate and I knew it.
“No,” Mykal said quickly and then added, “I’m sorry. It’s just that I want to make sure he knows I saved it for him. He’ll be back soon. He just stepped into the bathroom.”
“Is he your boyfriend?” I asked, taking a sip of the wine.
“No, just a friend,” Mykal said too quickly, but I wasn’t offended. I knew what Mykal liked. And then after a pause he added, “But I think he’ll become a really good friend, you know. I think there are people in the world that are placed in your life to teach you things and to help you be a better person. I know that sounds strange, but the other Simon seems to “get me” on so many levels.” Mykal looked towards the back part of the bar. “I wonder what could be taking him so long. Maybe I should go check on him.” Mykal took a sip of his wine and then started to get up.
“No, don’t,” I said too fast, because it caused Mykal to look at me. “I’m sure he’s fine. He’ll be back soon. I don’t think he’d want you checking up on him like his parent or something.”
“I guess you’re right,” Mykal said sitting back down. “It is really strange that I’ve met two guys named Simon on the same night.” I decided right then and there that Mykal had incredible integrity and he deserved to know me completely. I knew I was taking a risk, but I didn’t care. I needed Mykal to know the real me.
“What if I said you didn’t?” I asked carefully.
“What’s that,” Mykal asked, only half hearing what I said. He was busy looking out for the other Simon.
“What if I told you that you’ve only met one Simon tonight.” I knew the next few minutes were crucial to our friendship and to his sanity.
“Well, I’d say you’re a little off, man. No offense. But you weren’t here when the other Simon was and it’s not like you could be the same guy. The other Simon is really cute, but he’s about a third of your size.” Mykal was laughing and continued to look for the other Simon. I believe I was starting to make him uncomfortable.
“Mykal, I know we just met, but please listen to me carefully,” I said it softly, but Mykal heard me clearly. There was something in my voice that grabbed his attention. He turned to look me directly in the eyes. “I know the other Simon. I know him very well.” Mykal’s eyes began to widen. “Now don’t freak out, Mykal. Stay with me, okay. I’m Simon. Simon from earlier in the evening.” Mykal’s body straightened up as stiff as a board and he leaned away from me. I placed my large hand on his arm that was resting on the bar. He glanced down at my big hand and then back to my face. “I told you earlier I wanted you to get to know the real me. I told you that no one has spoken to me in the five weeks that I have been coming to this bar and that tonight you renewed my faith in the human race. I told you that you gave bodybuilders and handsome men a good name. I then told you I had to go to the bathroom to freshen up. Remember, Mykal. Do I have it right?”
Suddenly there was a light of recognition in Mykal’s face. “This is a hidden camera show, right?” He asked as he looked around the bar. “Where are the cameras? You guys really got me. I was starting to believe you were Simon.” I didn’t say a word and just held on to his arm tightly. I didn’t want him to move away. When I didn’t speak for a few seconds he slowly turned his face back to mine. “You aren’t kidding are you? This isn’t a game show?”
“No,” I replied.
“Tell me something else from earlier so I know it’s real,” He said quickly. I knew he was beginning to come around.
“Why do you think I ordered this wine? I know you read Colm Toibin,” I rattled these off and Mykal’s eyes grew bigger. “I also know that you like guys that are bigger than you. I know you want to feel protected and taken care of – even though you’re a big guy.” Mykal’s face was now turning white. “I also know that what turns you on the most is a guy who can take a good gut punching and not flinch.” Mykal had completely stopped breathing. Suddenly his face turned a little red.
“I can’t believe he told you all those things. Where did you speak to him? In the bathroom? Those were supposed to be secrets between the two of us,” Mykal said angrily, but I could tell there wasn’t much force behind his words. He was still struggling to comprehend what was going on.
“He didn’t tell me those things, Mykal. You did,” I said squeezing his arm a little tighter. I wanted to get his attention. I could tell my grip caused him a little pain. “You told me those things earlier tonight. I couldn’t share my secret with you until I knew you were sincere in your friendship. We both are so tired of having guys like us for the outside and not for what’s on the inside.” I let go of his arm before I really did hurt him. He didn’t move it, though. I could tell he wanted me to still touch him – to prove all of this was really happening. “You talked to me even though I was the little Simon, Mykal. You took the time to get to know me. You also allowed yourself to share a part of you with me. A few years ago I figured out how to hide most of this massive body so I could meet people on a real level. I could help them get to know the real me before they got to see the body.”
“But how is that possible…” Mykal was trying hard to get his mind around this.
“That’s not important right now. I’ll show you later. I really just want to make sure you know it’s really me.” As I said this, a tear formed in my eye and began to roll down my cheek.
“I do know, Simon,” Mykal said as he took his arm from beneath mine and grabbed my hand. He stopped for a moment when he realized how big mine was compared to his. We both laughed slightly. “I think I knew on some level as soon as I saw you, but we tend to not trust our instincts.”
“I trusted mine with you, Mykal,” I said quickly. “I knew that if you truly saved my seat, no matter who you met, you could handle the true me. I knew you deserved the true me.”
Mykal leaned in and pressed his lips firmly against mine. I swear I heard a collective sigh from the men in the bar. I know I also heard bells ringing and angels singing. Mykal pulled his face back.
“I like the true you,” Mykal said leaving his face close to mine. “I liked the smaller version, but I really like the larger model. Tell me, Simon, you don’t happen to have abs of steel do you?”
“Not only can they withstand punches from you, I think you might enjoy splintering wooden bats against them, as well,” I said, before I leaned back in and kissed him.
Mykal pulled back and asked, “And will you sometimes go back to the smaller Simon so I can be the bigger guy? I want to be the big guy sometimes.”
“Whatever you want, sir, whatever you want,” I said obediently and then added, “Remember, when it’s a love as good as this one seems to be, size doesn’t have to matter.”
END (For Now)