Remotely Controlled 5
by Otaru_grower
Garrett, our main narrator, is a rambunctious and very cleanly gay man nearing 30 who works at a bank. His two best friends are Samantha and Stuart, who with him chance upon a device that is capable of seemingly anything in terms of changing either someone’s appearance or outlook, found at the yard sale to end all yard sales. After all three struggle respectively with an anti gay boss at the bank, a retail bitch manager, and an alcoholic/abusive restaurant manager, all bosses from hell, the three have reached their boiling point. Meanwhile, Samantha has also befriended the boy next door, Steven, who for all intents and purposes has a horrible father and who Samantha suspects to be neglected at the least. Also, Sam must contend with her boss’ frat boy son and his lewd advances. She solves her dilemma by turning her boss and his son into flamingly gay men. Garrett’s boss Brent has recently told him of his plans not to promote a coworker based on his orientation, and is actively looking to sell his grandfather’s war medals. Garrett has solved his problem by making Brent younger looking, around college aged, with a plummet in height and physical structure. He has given these attributes in spades to his coworker Preston, effectively switching their attributes but not faces. Preston is now a looming figure of military sized stature, and Brent is a cock worshipping little slave boy.
Garrett has taken the plunge and changed Stuart to be ten pounds heavier and a few inches greater in height, going against the agreed upon pact not to change each other without express permission, and secretly thinks that his friend could use a little more confidence. And now, we return.
* * *
The days passed and Friday finally arrived. I had a conversation (a long one) with Stuart because I really wanted to see him quit his shitty retail job at Boutique de Bitch and told him that if he lost his job he could move in with me. I was sort of encouraging him to skip work that day to go to his interview for a much better management trainee job with some fancy upper tier fashion outlet.
And with the morning came another affirmation that my friends were total freeloaders and I was totally at peace with it. I had made my peace because I was brimming with happiness. The remote control had allowed me to change my boss, formerly known as Brent, into a pathetic wimp who depended on his larger coworkers, namely myself and Preston (who I’d upcycled into a virtual rugged stud, athankyou). Oh and he now hero worshipped me. Me. Who he’d begrudgingly befriended because he thought we could both look down on Preston together. Well, now Preston was looking down on him…a lot! Not that I had gone too far, mind you. I know that what I did was perfectly justified, and I didn’t feel the slightest need to rationalize it whatsoever.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I was still my cute self. Still 30, still unchanged. Light brown hair of medium length. Aaron Eckhart, eat your heart out. Okay, maybe I could be cuter. I hadn’t really given myself huge muscles or made myself taller. I was 5’10”. Should I bother to change myself? It was funny that in all the time I’d had the remote I hadn’t even bothered to entertain such notions. And yet…
“Garrett! Breakfast is ready!” Samantha yelled from the kitchen. I swung in just as Stuart was helping himself to crepes with strawberry sauce and I danced to the beat of Mamma Mia tunes that Sam was playing and sauntered over to a plate she had made up for me. I smelled deeply the confectionary wonderland. “You know this is filled with tons of carbs and sugar”.
“Well if you don’t like it, I could use the remote to give you scarless liposuction!” Sam said, holding and showing off the remote to us like a Price is Right model. I bit into my food.
“Oh my god,” I said, nearly convulsing.
“I also used a combo of fresh thyme in the batter.”
“Marry me.”
“I don’t think you have quite my requirements in a mate, but I will put you on my waiting list.”
“Oh my god, this is sooo good,” Stuart said. We both got up to get some glasses from the cupboard. Stuart was now as tall as me. My heart raced. Sam furrowed her brow. Shit. I hadn’t wiped her memory at all. She put her hands on her hips.
“Garrett. Did you change Stuart last night?”
“What are you talking about?” I replied anxiously.
“Yeah,” Stuart interjected. “I feel fine. I’m really hungry, though. Do we have any of the chicken leftover?” Stuart dug through the fridge.
“I mean, it’s extremely unlikely that you had a growth spurt in your mid twenties, so fess up Garrett!”
“Okay! Garrett, I made you a little taller and gave you a little more muscle.”
“Oh yeah! Oh you totally did! Hey, I’m as tall as you now!” Stuart marveled. I guess the programming that told Stuart not to recognize this dwindled if I admitted the truth of it. I would have to remember that for later.
“I just thought you could use a little more confidence for your interview. I was just trying to help. Besides, taller men always get jobs easier. It’s a fact.”
Stuart looked at me with those big eyes. With his thick red curly hair and freckles. He looked like the cute guy from Super Troopers and sounded a lot like Terry from Reno 9/11. For those of you who constantly catalogue cute actors in your head that no one pays attention to but should.
“You know, Sam,” Stuart started. “I do have that interview coming up.”
“Won’t your interviewer notice that you’re a tad different?”
“That was just his contact. She won’t be at the interview. And we can always zap her if she sees him again.”
“Actually I think she’s going to Europe. She’s Dutch.”
“Oh, Europe! Isn’t that exciting?” I said enthusiastically.
“Okay! I get it. I just think that Stuart is fine the way he is.” Stuart blushed.
“Actually, I just…I’ve been sort of thinking about it since we got it…the remote…thingy.” Stuart said this in about as gay a way as you can possibly imagine, while twisting his fingers together and going back and forth on tiptoes. “Anyway, I was sort of going to ask you guys this anyway, but…well. I want you guys to zap me. I wish I was Big.”
“Haha. Very funny.” Samantha said. “Stuart, don’t let society tell you that you need to be some big strapping bodybuilder. Who you are on the inside is what counts. You don’t have to be a big man to be respected. You are who you are and if someone doesn’t like it, well they are the real loser. They get to lose out on you. And you’re not buying any of this, are you?”
“Nope. Will you zap me, Garrett? Please please please???” He jumped up and down, excitedly, clapping his hands.
“Strap in, partner. We’re about to get Stuart a new body.” I paced around him, assessing. “Buckle up, kids,” I said, affecting a German accent. “I hate zis shirt, zat goes!” Stuart laughed. “Off with ze shirt. Off! Off!” Stuart took off his shirt. He was pretty bony, nothing much to look at. Pale. But my best friend was pretty damn cute, in spite of what he has always thought. “Now I seenk we vill give you new look. Ja?”
“Ja! I mean for sure. Totally. Just don’t rid of my birthmark, my mom will be pissed.”
“Duly noted. Okay! Here we go. This may sting a little!”
“No it won’t.”
“Just…whatever.” I froze him. I started entering statistics. Sam glowered at me.
“I want to go on record as saying, while Stuart can’t hear us, that I think you may have ulterior motives here.”
“What are you talking about now?”
“Nothing. I’m sure you know what you’re doing,” she said carefully, with a hint of sarcasm and crossing her arms.
I unfroze Stuart.
“Hey, you didn’t do anything.”
“I programmed it so that you could watch.”
“SWEET!” He laughed greedily and slapped his palms together in that addictive loud laugh he had. “Oh my god, I’m totally hungry.”
“Probably a side effect. Here, have some chicken. And now I’ll finish breakfast.”
“So aren’t you going to tell me how big I’ll get.”
“No. You just have to find out for yourself.”
“Cool,” Stuart said, shoveling in crepes at a much faster pace than normal. “Hey. Do I sound different to you guys?”
“Your voice is dropping…his voice is changing!” Sam said.
“Wow. This is my voice. This is my voice. This is my vooiiiiiicce.” Stuart said, his voice dropping with every sentence. “Oh my god, it’s like puberty only I’m developing like my brother did! You know, actually having my voice drop. I sound like a total jock!”
“And…your lisp is gone.” Sam looked at me worriedly.
“I upped his masculinity levels. What, he can always change back if he wants to.”
“No no, I’m enjoying this. Garrett, you sly dog.” I have to admit, I am good. His voice, his looks, his…burgeoning arms. Stuart scratched at his arms and chest. “Hey, I’m hairier.”
“You didn’t bearize him, did you? I will be very upset.”
“No, not that far. I only increased body hair a little bit.” Stuart looked at me with excitement.
“I have to get to a mirror.” Stuart stood up. His shirt was not stretched against his belly button and his arms were easily outgrowing the small sized T he had on. Stuart ripped his T shirt off in front of us. “That’s so cool. I always wanted to be like those guys on Youtube!”
“Okay, there is way too much testosterone in here. I’m going to go scour other places to be a chef at. I’m meeting with a friend of Mr. Mooney’s today.”
“Mr. Mooney?”
“Yes, I’m his fag hag now.”
“Better than being a slave covered in Bisquick.”
“Yes well, he has SEEN the gay light! Have fun, and Stuart if you look like a Russian basketball player when you get home you can make your own bed up. Bye!”
“Check me out, Garrett! Look at me!”
“Yeah,” I said wondrous.
Stuart grew. He was now a head taller than me. Stuart was feeling himself all over. “It’s like…God I can’t even describe it. All my body fat is receding. I don’t feel an ounce of flab. I always wondered what it was like to be those super hot guys at the gym.”
“Oh bitch, please.”
“What?”
“Nothing. You obviously don’t see yourself the way others see you.”
“Whatever, My bicep…God, look at it!” Stuart now looked like an approximately healthy male. He stopped at 6’3” and his muscles were filling slowly. I looked at them up close. “This is so freaky. They’re…engorging.” Stuart breathed in and out, rhythmically. Watching his muscles get bigger….watching the expansion up close…the incremental expansion…and then back away and each time Stuart was grinning and his pecs were farther apart, broadened shoulders started to just jut up. Like he was a cornfield farmboy. Skin had become a bit more tanned. Hands went over his chest slowly, like a dance. Moving back and forth in tai chi moves. The elegance of his moves contrasting with the almost animal like grunts and whispers. He nearly moaned as he touched his ass, his leg. God, his leg! It was almost twice the size it was before. Same for his arms. “Feel my biceps, seriously Garrett.”
“Well I have felt biceps before.”
“What’s the matter? Come on!” I felt them. Holy canolies!
“Garrett, I feel like I am now all the big guys who have ever laughed at me or bullied me. Or, you know, fucked me. It’s all a mixed bag.”
“There’s bound to be several emotional developments for you. Well, gotta get to work. Good luck on your job interview, BIG Fella.” I emphasized that for ego flattering. Because I am a good friend, with no ulterior motives. That Sam. What exactly could she even mean by that?
“Wait, what do I wear.” Stuart said, staring at himself in the mirror. “Jesus, I wish my old high school coach could see me now!”
“Why so he could put you on the football team?”
“And then suck my dick! Come on, the sky’s the limit now. Hey you didn’t do anything to my personality, did you?”
“Just your voice! Gay scouts honor!”
Stuart looked like he was going to tear up. I do love my work. I am good. I am a force of good. Beholden to none. That is I, Garrett the former Ferrett, now Garrett the Guardian Angel. Yes. I liked the sound of that.
“Okay. Really. I must go. I have uh…stuff to take care of at work.”
“Should I even ask?” Stuart cocked an eyebrow.
“We’ll save it for dinner. See ya, kid.” I waved goodbye with the remote in my hand.
“Oh hey, I just thought of something,” Stuart said, his feet stomping the floorboards a little bit more noisily than before. “I don’t have anything to wear now. Nothing that I had before will fit. Shit. I am so dumb!”
“No no, I have an idea. Garage sale duds.”
“Uh…Garrett, I am not wearing that guy’s feather boa to my job interview.”
“Why not, it’s a fashion company.” Garrett crossed his arms with an eye roll as he followed me into my room. “No I’m pretty sure that he had some old clothes. They’re a bit old fashioned and professor-ish.”
“These people will definitely judge me by my clothing.”
“You know what? Here,” I took a few hundred out of my wallet.
“Garrett, no. You haven’t sold any of the antiques yet.”
“I want you to take this.” I put my hands on his arms lightly and looked up into his big blue eyes. “Go and get some great new killer clothes for your interview and be yourself. Only. You know. Gigantic.” I shook my head and shrugged internally. I’m still getting used to this.
“Garrett, I don’t know what to say! Thank you!” Stuart hugged me from behind. God, the feel of such a huge man hugging me! And…a morning friend. Awk-ward!
“Um, Stuart…”
“Garrett, you are the bestest friend ever! What would I ever do without you? I can’t believe all the good things that are happening!”
“I have to get to work and-“ His erection was totally warm against my backside. His embrace deepened as he holds me tight.
“And I can’t believe how mature you are, you just want to help everyone else and you are just so amazing and smart and-“ Oh god I made his dick huge…what was I thinking? It’s totally too big for his underwear now, I realized. Suddenly Stuart realized that he was practically slamming his enormous dick into my back and embarrassed let go of me. “Sorry, it’s oh my god! It’s huge! Jesus, Garrett!”
“What? You want me to take it back?”
“Uh…NO. I’m not stupid.” Stuart grabbed the clothes I had dug out and quickly moved them over his sprouting wood. “But just uh…I’ll take the professor’s clothes until I can get some new ones, thanks okay see ya bye!”
I tried to shake the image of a huge athletic Stuart out of my head and I headed off to work. In fact I had only increased his weight to 180 lbs. It was really the height and fat index that had made the difference. But that was still a good 40 pounds heavier than he had been before. I had made him athletic but not a bodybuilder. The size of all those college studs that he would drool over from afar. I didn’t want him to be too big for his britches as it were. I could have knocked him into football player or bouncer mode, but I figure this way he has a natural height (which I artificially produced) and build which give guys that extra edge in the job market. He would be fine and Sam didn’t know what she was talking about. What could possibly go wrong about anything that I was doing?
At work, things were just as busy as usual. I was in no real hurry to give my two weeks notice seeing as how it had all just become a new plaything. Preston took up a lot more space in his cubicle than he did before. Wearing one of Brent’s suits made him look all the more masculine and well, dominant.
“I think it’s time we shook things up a bit, don’t you?” I asked him, smirking. He held his pen casually in a big hand and smiled back. In a baritone (very different from his squeaky feminine voice before) he replied back
“Why, what do you have planned?”
“One of the things I told Brent yesterday was to call in a favor and reschedule that little inspection. Let’s go say hello. Shall we?” I raised my eyebrows a few times suggestively.
In Brent’s office, he looked like a pathetic little college kid. And I emphasize little. He was now much shorter than me. He looked like the gayest little cocksucker with his pink shirt and purple tie. He looked up at us adoringly.
“Garrett! What can I do for you?” I shut the door. “I mean what can I do for you, sir?”
“Oh good, he’s learning.” I said.
“Oh yes. I’ve been training him well. He was a good boy last night.” Preston walked over behind Brent and started patting his head, and stroking his stomach. Brent blushed shyly.
“So you put all the money back like I told you to, right?”
“Oh yeah. I was up all night getting that done. I’m pretty tired now.”
My god, I now towered over Brent, the football star. The all American all conservative asshole who had made my life a gigantic pain in the ass.
“You don’t feel guilty over any of this, do you?” I asked aloud.
“Do you remember…” Preston replied.
EARLIER THROUGHOUT THE YEAR
“Hey, Preston. Move your little butt over here, I need this pile of papers taken care of, Pronto. Make like Tinker Bell and uh, wave your magic over it. Heh. Just kiddin’”
“Hey Garrett, get a load of this, I just saw Preston with a new Miley Cyrus mug. Can you believe that faggot? I mean, if it was Miley Cyrus’ jugs on a jug, that’d be one thing but come on.”
“Hey Preston, catch!” A football hit Preston in the nose.
PRESENT DAY
“It was a mistake to go to the company football game.”
“Mmmm. And do you remember…”
EARLIER THROUGHOUT THE YEAR
“Where the hell do gay guys get the idea that you have to walk around like a woman? Why can’t they just walk like a dude, like you and me, Garrett?”
“Hey Preston, what’s up with your cubicle? It looks like you really like Pink. And pink. Like the color and the singer. She’s pretty hot, huh. Wouldn’t you like to get a piece of that? Nah, just kidding, I know you’re uh…you know, a fruit loop. But hey, don’t a lot of hot chicks dig gay guys? Maybe I should take you down to the bar with me, the chicks will be all over us, huh, whattdya say?”
PRESENT DAY
“Did he actually make you do that?”
“Ugh. God, yeah. It was a nightmare. Coincidentally that was on his anniversary. He made me lie and say that we had a business meeting. He took off with three bimbos. And our waitress. And he left me with the check!” We both stared at Brent, who was now confused and looking guiltily at the ground.
“Gee guys, I…don’t remember…why would I do that? I’ve always loved cock so much. I’m really sorry.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t be too cruel,” I said.
“You know, back when I was just the old me, I would have agreed with you, but that’s because I was totally repressing my desires and emotions. Oh and then there was the time that he donated a few thousand to Prop 8. Using embezzled funds, probably. Oh and then there was the time that he was on the phone with his boss and said “What do you call a gay man’s scrotum? Mud flaps.”
“Never mind. Let’s proceed.”
So we prepped Brent, who looked more like he was the mailroom temp than head of a department, to just go along with whatever we said. The inspection team arrived. All middle aged, cordial, totally shocked to meet Brent, and looked pale as he welcomed them into his office, which was covered with posters of boy bands, that I had just happened to bring with me into work that day.
I froze all of them.
“Obviously there has been a mistake,” I told them through hypnotic effect control. “Brent got the promotion that was supposed to go to Preston. Very embarrassing. But it is the only answer. I mean, their ages and respective builds, their job performance. All of those mistakes popping up are obviously because Brent just didn’t know what he was doing. If you will look closely now at all of the accounts, you’ll see that all the loans are as they should be, and Brent is really sorry if he wrote down the wrong numbers. This all can be fixed in a hush hush manner. Brent can stay on board, switching jobs with Preston who will gladly take over with his much deserved promotion. You don’t want any embarrassment so there’s no need to draw any more attention to it. Repeat what I’ve just told you.” They did. “Good. Now, this is all just a big misunderstanding. When the guys up top find out that no real money is missing after all, and you will gather all the data to prove that, then this will all blow over. Mistakes and clerical errors, that’s all this is, but you will save the day and give us all stern warnings not to let it happen again. Oh, and also you will stop wearing too much eye shadow. You look like Tammy Faye’s sister. Okay, and action.” I unfroze them.
As planned, they apologized and retreated quickly. They brought Brent and Preston into a conference room. Preston laughed after the door opened.
“Well, I think we all just can forget about this, I’m sure Brent agrees with me.”
“I sure do. I don’t want to cause any trouble.”
“Well, you’ve all been very helpful,” one of the inspection ladies said. She and the two older gentlemen left quickly.
So, now Brent would be dependent on Preston (who had been given the deed to his house) and would also be his subordinate. I could NOW give two weeks notice. Life was good. It wasn’t like I was forgetting about anything, was I? I went to the bathroom to relieve myself. Suddenly I heard a familiar voice say outside the stall. “You know, Mac, I don’t care much what you do, but this is pretty disgustin’.”
“Uh, everyone does it last time I checked.”
“I don’t mean doing that, I mean messing with ya boss like that. It ain’t very nice.” Oh no.
I zipped up and reluctantly came face to face with the Professor’s ghost. This time he was dressed in a sun hat, sunglasses, and beach wear. A large white and black print dress with matching white feather boa.
I thought of something clever to say to the undead.
“Uhhhhhhhhh.”
“Okay, let me guess. You forgot to go get Tesla’s ghost. Those aliens are gonna be here any day now. You need to get to that Tesla coil. I’ll guide you in the proper enchantment from then on.”
“Right, about that, can it maybe wait?”
“You know, you are beginning to piss me off. If I wasn’t dead, I sling my purse right at your head!”
“Yeah well you are so make like a ghost and um…go get busted!”
Strike one, mister ghost!
“Yeah, kid. I’ll do that,” he said as I walked out the door, only to slip on the floor and fall backward on my butt. The Professor was gone by the time I looked up again. Well. The undead certainly didn’t get any less grumpy after they die of old age, I thought.
I spent the rest of my day surfing the Internet while Preston moved his things into his new office and I was guessing, took some time for lots of phone calls explaining things to everyone about how he was now in charge. His Alpha male energy was rubbing off, and everyone was warming up to the idea as if it was the most natural thing in the world. I didn’t feel bad about it. Preston deserved it. After all, he was just needing a little…boost. And Brent had it coming! He cheated on his wife, took money that wasn’t his, made fun of gays, was a misogynist, and mildly racist. I forgot to mention the many racist jokes. Oh yeah. This guy was a class act. So why did I feel so bad? Could he be a good guy underneath all that? I mean, he never really did anything to me. Maybe I was being a bit too harsh. Suddenly the new and powerful baritone voiced Preston was in my cubicle. “Day’s almost over. Why don’t you go home early?”
“Gee, thanks boss. I would never ask anything of you. Oh, here’s my 2 weeks notice, by the way.”
“I’ll miss you, Garrett. I mean that. After what you’ve done for me, the least I can do is…pay you back sometime.” He leaned in close. “Like fucking your sweet little ass for a couple of hours. You should come by my new house sometime for some play. I would really like to get to know you better, Garrett. Now that you’ve made me everything that you like. In charge. Masculine. Tall and self assured. You’ve made me all of the things I always secretly thought about but could never say out loud. And now I totally want you.”
I looked back and forth. “Well, who am I to deny your newfound happiness?” I shrugged.
“I’ll take that as a yes. Tomorrow you come by and we’ll have fun. I’ll bring some Vietnamese takeout. I know you like to watch your pretty little figure.” He squeezed my shoulder strongly. Man, I sure knew how to make a man out of a smaller man. I was so turned on.
“Sure thing, boss!” I agreed happily. “Well, gotta lot to do!”
“I’ll bet. Making the world a better place, no doubt.”
“That’s me, I’m a philanthropist.”
Before I left I saw Brent approaching Preston for a question and Brent just yelled at him in front of everyone, crossing his arms in a stern voice, telling him to shape up or he’d be fired. Now I was even more turned on!
It wasn’t wrong though, was it? I mean, toying with people like they were my playthings…that was normal, right? I mean, I wasn’t a monster or anything. I mean, a monster wouldn’t do the things I’d done, being helpful to Preston and Stuart. I was doing good things!
MEANWHILE WITH SAMANTHA
Sam was only at work for a few hours since she’d asked for a shorter shift that night. Her boss, Mr. Mooney was filling in for her. She talked on the phone with her sister.
“Yes, sis, I know what I said before. But I’d really like you to set me up on a date with that youth pastor. You know, the one that does gay conversions? Yeah, well, I really need a man in my life and you say he’d be good for me.” Her sister went nuts and started shouting for joy. “Okay stop it. Can you set it up? You can? Oh perfect. Okay, see you later. Bye.”
“Oh Samantha, you look just absolutely divine tonight!”
“Thanks, Mr. Mooney. You, too.”
“Thank you, girlfriend!”
Mr. Mooney swished away as Samantha filed her nails, with many customers complaining in the front as she walked out the back door.
AT THE APARTMENT
Stuart and Samantha were both home by the time I got there. Stuart was lounging on the couch, taking up way more space than he normally did, his long legs outstretched.
“It’s going to take me some time to get used to this,” Sam said. “You’re sure about this.”
“Sure I’m sure. I feel better than I’ve ever felt.”
“How did the interview go?” I asked, noting Stuart’s new sharp silk business shirt.
“I think I really impressed them. And one of the women there totally knows people from Project Runway.” Sam and I gasped.
“It’s like the mother ship is calling you home!” Sam announced.
“Uh..speaking of which,” I began.
“Oh my God, hold on. Garrett, I just wanted to thank you. You made me the perfect height. I think they were totally impressed with that.”
“What about you? I’m sure they were impressed with your ideas about clothes.”
“Oh yeah, I know fashion up and down. You know me, I’m always reading up on it, I love it, it’s my life, but Garrett they noticed me. Oh my God, I am so gonna get this job, I can feel it.”
“You know, even if you don’t, you should just…well…quit your job anyway. Look, I’ve been thinking. You two being here hasn’t been that bad. I mean, I know you have your own apartment but if you don’t get this, just quit your horrible job and move in with me temporarily. I have a lot of money coming my way and I want to pass that along. It’s tough out there, and you’re my best friends.”
Sam began to tear up. “No, just…this is so touching!”
“Garrett, that’s really sweet of you. But I do think I got it. Least, I think I have a really good chance. But…I’ll quit tomorrow. Just so I don’t have to go in again and face the bitch goddess.”
“Plus you’ve grown about five inches since yesterday and that might be kind of hard to explain.”
“We could use the remote but yeah, clients that shop there would notice. Speaking of which I saw my dad today.”
“Stuart, you did what?”
“Relax, I told him the truth.”
“WHAT?” Sam and I said simultaneously.
“Yeah. I told him that I had volunteered for an experiment for the government and they pumped me full of muscle boosting chemicals that made me taller. He totally bought it.”
“Okay, see that’s not the truth.”
“WhatEVER.”
“So he really bought that?”
“Garrett, there are entire websites where people write about this sort of thing. They fantasize over it. Volunteering for an experiment was the most plausible explanation”
“There are? Really? They do?”
“Oh yeah, totally.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“So sit down, watch TV with us, relax.”
I sat down between them. Stuart put a much bigger arm than usual around me. I cuddled up next to him. He was so much bigger. I mean, taller. And…just…it was so comfortable. Not that I wanted Stuart or anything. I mean, he was still a big goofball. Bigger goofball. I just loved him as a friend. That’s all. I drifted off to sleep as we watched Xena Warrior Princess reruns. Of course we sang along and knew all the words to the beginning.
The hours passed and Sam went to bed. Stuart stroked my arm.
“Garrett, can I ask you something?” He said, as he muted Kevin Sorbo, walking across a field with his huge muscular body and gentle good looks.
“Sure.”
“I want you to make me bigger again. Will you?”
“Gee, I…wasn’t expecting that. Don’t you think you’re big enough?”
“I’m the size of a regular guy. The guys I was surrounded by in college. Before I dropped out. I’ve never had any confidence in myself but now…it fills me up. I just…I don’t want to miss out on any more opportunities. You know? So, I won’t ask you to make me taller. Just…bigger. I was wearing dress clothing that didn’t really show off anything today. They won’t really think it’s that unusual…I’m sure they won’t even notice. They’ve only met me once…”
“How much bigger?” I found myself asking faintly.
Stuart held his hands together and sat upright. “I want you to take me up to 250.”
I breathed in slowly. “Okay.”
“Really? You’ll do this thing? Garrett, I won’t ask you to do it again, but now that I’ve had a taste…I can’t stop thinking about it. I want to be so much bigger. So much fuller. I want to have real raw strength. I want people to really look up to me. I want it more than anything.”
“Well, if that’s what you want,” I said casually. I got out the remote. Stuart slowly took off his shirt and set it aside. His chest and arms were okay for his height. Average. He was about 180 at 6’3” now. I froze him and entered the new specifics. I unfroze. He smiled.
“Wait, did you do it already.”
“Yeah. From now on, let’s just enjoy the show.”
Stuart began to shiver and flex, shiver and flex. Slowly he began to pack on the pounds. His muscles looked sweaty now as if he’d been working out for hours. His pecs were looking more defined. Smoother. Fuller.
“Oh god, oh my god,” he said. I looked at him swell before my very eyes. He flexed his biceps over and over, each time they showed subtle improvement. It was surreal. His back started to creep outwards. I could now see it from the front. Swelling out just enough. Traps and delts were suddenly showing up whereas they didn’t before. Stuart grunted and slapped his chest a few times. Then he got down on the ground and did push ups, as if out of habit. He did two hundred of them, and then got up and oh my god, he had grown in just that time.
“Do you have any weights? I feel incredible.” His eyes bulged. I looked at him helplessly. He smiled. “Don’t, huh? I’ll have to buy some.” He licked his lips and flexed again. His bicep was now huge. It bulged and hardened before my eyes. His back was now so tapered. He didn’t look like Stuart anymore. He looked like a football player. Like a jock. Like someone that I would never have a chance with in a million years.
“Holy shit, Garrett, feel this!”
I meekly came over and tried not admire him too much. I put a hand up on his pec and felt the sheer hardness of it. It didn’t feel like any human being. It felt like a…like a stone, a stone made out of tendon and muscle that changed under my hand, as I kneaded it, wondering at the way I could cup it now. Stuart bounced it for me and I pulled back, astonished. Stuart’s body had really accelerated now. He had shorter hair and thicker stubble. A nice series of veins had popped up along his arms and his chest was heavy and filled with curves I had never seen this up close before. The sweat stench was magnificent and filled me with hormonal overdrive. Intoxicating, he smelled like the essence of a man. He punched himself. “Oh yeah. Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah! Garrett, feel this!” He lifted me up and held me up so I could study him up close. He held each of my legs around his torso. I was unable to speak. His neck was grown to what we liked to term “bulldog” sized. His arms were the size of my entire leg now, actually much bigger than my leg. The feel of them was indescribable. It was like living strength. Once in high school a jock had lifted me up into the air. It had been one of the scariest and yet amazingly erotic sensations of my entire life, and I’d replayed it hundreds of times in my head. I couldn’t fight him if I had wanted to. He could easily do whatever he wanted with me. But all he wanted was an audience. I could not wrap my legs around his torso if I tried. He slowly put me on the ground again. He flexed his biceps. “This feels amazing. I can’t believe how good it feels. I can’t describe it to you. It’s like someone injected me with liquid iron. With stone and muscle, like I’m a living statue of a Greek god or something. Oh my God, Garrett. This is so cool! My voice, my body, I’m.. I never thought I would have any of this. Let’s…I need to walk around. My god, it feels so different. Like I could run for miles. I could leap over tall buildings in a single bound.”
“Please don’t do that,” I managed to say. Stuart laughed out loud. I took him in. The final product was more of Stuart than I had ever imagined possible. Veiny and thick. So thick. He bulged everywhere. And it was all real. All heavy, all powerful. He walked into the bathroom and got on the scale. He looked up at himself, flexed in front of the mirror, laughing and grinning, he could not for the life of himself stop staring at his own now immense body.
“I could be a professional athlete. Fucking look at me. It’s all gonna change. My life, my body, the way I have sex…oh sorry, too much? God, Garrett, I…look at me! What do you think?” He grinned excitedly.
“I barely have words. You look great.”
“Do you…want to feel them some more? Man, I forgot about my legs…” He took off his pants. His legs were striated and filled with engorged muscles, perfectly taut. The thighs of an athlete, of a man who had spent years perfecting his body. Training it. Loving the feel of steel and flesh together, over and over the years. That’s how it looked anyway. And it was still Stuart.
“That’s okay. I guess I better get some shut eye,” I found myself saying.
“Garrett, don’t you think I look…better?”
“Yeah. You know you do. All thanks to the remote.” I walked blankly to the couch again. Stuart walked into the room, into the glow of the TV.
“Don’t you have anything else to say? Look at me? I make Kevin Sorbo look weak! I look like I could beat up anyone, not that I want to. I look…don’t you think I look great? Sexy?”
“Yes, you’re adorable. Now let’s watch the rest of this.”
Stuart came over and sat down next to me but looked at me instead of the TV. The couch groaned under his weight and I scooted away so I wouldn’t slide right into him. The TV light flickered over his many new curves. The curves of a giant muscle god. The kind that you always look at but never want to look at for too long. The kind who might beat you up but you longingly stare anyway, just in case. The kind I had fantasized about all my life. Not even Preston was this big. I’d made Preston manly, rugged in his face and height and build, but nothing compared to this. Stuart gently took my hand and brought it up to his chest, and guided my hand to feel the pec, slowly feeling it, feeling how it didn’t give in like his flesh before, it couldn’t give, it was absolutely solid with just the slightest bit of pliability. I pushed at it. Prodded. I felt him slide it up to his giant neck, supporting his head. In such a new and masculine way, though. His neck was so thick. I found myself glaring at it. At the boomerang shape of it, from one side to another. Seized up like some kind of sculpture, some kind of Stuart with a costume on, but it wasn’t. It was all too real. His neck was so powerful that I could barely massage it with my hand. He took his big meaty hand and clasped mine.
“Garrett, I just really want to hear you say it. Don’t you think I look good?” He was now sounding like he was near the point of tears.
I opened my mouth to say something but instead my other hand felt his bicep and tricep, massaged them in disbelief. Just felt them wonderously, joyfully. Pressed down on them, from all angles.
“You’re beautiful.” Without warning he swept me up in his arms in one motion and held me up in the air. He walked over to the door to my room, set me down on the ground, closed the door, picked me up with no uncertain emotion, and brought me over to the bed. He began to undress me. I still could barely speak. He had me in my underwear now. We both stood there, his giant dick hanging out of his underwear rubbing against my stomach and chest, holding me close and I could hear him breathing in and out. He held my back and rubbed it in circles. He pushed us down on the bed and I felt his legs wrap around my own. He carefully held my head as he kissed me for the first time, then again and again and again and again.. We developed a rhythm to it, not really having done it before but we knew exactly what the other wanted. He anticipated everything. He pinned me down and ripped off my underwear. Then he removed his own. His dick was at full mast. It was about 8 inches and he began rubbing it up and down my stomach. I moaned slightly and he silenced me with his lips again, our stubble making contact, licking each others stubble for a bit. Though mine was not as rough as his now was. He placed a heavy hand on my chest and licked it and then placed his entire weight on mine. And I couldn’t go anywhere. He held me down and stroked my sides gently, kissed me, rubbed me up and down, our legs intertwining.
“Get up. I want you on top of me.” He guided me into a position on top of him. “Turn around.” I got excited. I stared at his dick at full mast. “I’m going to lick your boy pussy. And you’re going to suck my cock.”
I immediately licked the tip of his thriving cock, which leapt with excitement at the touch of my tongue. I felt him position himself and I got my legs in the right spot. He leaned forward and I felt his tongue tickle my asshole and I went down on him, up and down and up and down. It was beautiful and natural and part of me couldn’t believe it was happening. His muscles heaved up and down. I must have felt like some kind of pillow on top of him. I began to choke on his dick. Why had I made it this huge? Oh god but I loved it. I couldn’t help but love it. I licked it up and down. I felt his hairy huge legs. They were so hard, so very sinewy. He licked my asshole and slapped my ass. “Good boy. Suck my cock. Suck it hard.” I sucked his cock as he told me to, for a half an hour, with us rocking back and forth, me taking every opportunity to feel all of his heaving muscles as much as possible. The size and sheer weight of him thrilled me in a way that no other man had ever effected me. I sucked his dick with so much care for how he must feel, taking the time to really suck the head and piss slit and make him moan as much as I could. Then he moaned and told me to get up again. He grabbed a condom out off the desk and lubed up in no time. “Get down on all fours,” he told me. I felt the cold first touch of the condom covered dick and then it found just the right spot. He slid into me, and I moaned. Gasped. He held my tight chest with his big meaty hand and felt me up, the way that you feel someone up when you’re in charge and know that they are yours to command. He held my waist as he began to fuck me, and then really got into it. I jerked forward and back along with him so we could find a way to make it hurt less. But the pain was exquisite and all I wanted to do was please him and I knew that it wasn’t because of the remote. I wanted this. I couldn’t help but want this, it was my greatest pleasure in life, the thought of a big strapping man holding me in position while he ground his big huge dick into my boy pussy.
The sex was incredible. It lasted for hours. He really went easy on me when I asked. He wasn’t just thinking about his own animal lust. He took great care but his erection just would not quit. He came into me over and over again. Each time he grunted and the thrusting would increase. He came into me four times. “Oh god yes, oh god yes, yes, yes, yes, Garrett you so fucking hot. Little fucking hot ass, you little shit, yeah take it, take my big dick. Take it, yeah you like that, don’t you…”
It just went on and on until finally he was sated. Or maybe he just wanted to hold me in his arms finally. So he did and I just held him as he put a gigantic arm around me, that stroked me oh so delicately. I put my head on his chest and heard him breathe, his breathing was magnificent and his pecs, those solid human armor plates were the muscles of legend. The muscles you see from afar and admire but once their this close all you can think it they are divine, that he is divine, that he is everything you are meant to desire and worship and adore. I held him close, though I could not wrap my arms around his frame, it was far too huge now.
He turned on a single lamp. Touched my face. I felt his warm cold clammy skin brushing up against mine as his leg slumped over mine. He kissed me over and over.
“I’ve always wanted to do that. Always.”
“I had no idea.” I said. “You mean, you didn’t just. I thought, it might be because you were just so horny you had to have it-“
“Jesus, Garrett. You are so dense sometimes. Garrett, do you want me to spell it out for you?” he semi whispered in his husky voice.
I stared at him, at Stuart the football hero, Stuart the barbarian, Stuart the best friend. Stuart the now iconic figure.
“I love you, Garrett. I’ve always loved you. From the moment I met you but it’s now that I had to have you. I had to. It was now or never. I want to feel you all over. I want you to be mine.” I slid into his embrace as he held me close. We talked in low voices.
“I just thought you wanted to have some fun.”
“That too,” he smiled.
“I honestly never knew.”
“Big dummy,” he smiled and snorted a laugh. “But you notice me now. And it doesn’t matter that I have big muscles. You’d love me anyway.”
“Yeah. I would.”
“So if I was like Cinderella and turned back into Stuart the wimp you’d have no problem? You’d still hold me?”
“I’d still hold you,” I whispered. “You’re my best friend in the world. I just didn’t want to ruin that.” I felt him kiss my cheek.
“Not gonna happen.”
“No.”
“I just want to hold you tight. Hold you in my arms.”
“They’re so big now,” I said.
“The better to hold you with,” he said, and after that we fell asleep together.
To be continued?