They Grow Up So Fast

To My Dear Boyfriend

“Henry, check this out!”

Henry, who had been reading on the patio chair, looked up to find his six year old baby brother lifting his mom’s SUV over his head with one hand.

“I can do this with one hand now, how awesome is that?” Oliver said as he pumped the car up and down, his bicep bulging with each rep. A particular thick vein ran across the peak, pumping blood into the swollen peak as he pushed his muscle in playful exercise.

“Be careful with dad’s car.” Henry warned. “If you break another one, he’s will get very mad.”

Instead of listening, Oliver just laughed. “Even if I did break it, mom and dad will just get a new one for free. And maybe this time, they won’t pick such an ugly color.”

That was true. Thanks to Oliver’s special government funding, any damages he made were completely covered for. Otherwise, they would have been in a huge financial hole by now, seeing how all that strength and power was in the hands of a grade schooler.

Henry always knew his brother was special. From the first moment his father let him hold him in his arms in the hospital, he knew that little Oliver would amount to big things. He just didn’t realize HOW big.

Henry Miller was the oldest son of an upper middle class family. He was 6' tall at an athletic 170 pounds with longish brown hair and pale skin. His big blue eyes and the bit of stubble on his chin matched pretty well with his tight ripped body. He was a nice easy going guy, the kind you couldn’t help but like. Henry was cute, intelligent and a great track and field athlete, the perfect bachelor for any available women. Unfortunately for the ladies, he was just not interested in them.

When he was 10, he was surprised when he found out his mother became pregnant. Nine months later little Oliver was born at a healthy weight of 9 pounds. Henry was so proud of his little brother and loved that cute little baby a lot. So much in fact, that he almost decided to not go to college so he could be with him. Over the few years he visited frequently when he could, always amazed at how much Oliver had grown each time. The first year he developed at a normal pace, but suddenly Little Oliver began to grow at a rapid rate. Oliver was just full of boundless energy, always spending his time playing outdoors. Quickly the baby fat seemed to evaporate, leaving a lean, strong toddler that was getting stronger every day. By the age of four, he was already 4’5” and weighed the same as Henry.

Obviously Oliver was not your average boy. The Miller’s took Oliver to be tested to find out the reason behind the phenomenal growth, but everything came back inconclusive. Either way, the doctors assured that Oliver was perfectly healthy and there wasn’t any danger to his health.

Even though Oliver and Henry weighed the same, it quickly became apparent the real different between them.

“You can’t have any candy, it’ll spoil your appetite.” Mrs. Miller told Oliver one afternoon when she caught him reaching for the cookie jar. Henry was in there as well, doing homework at the kitchen table.

“But, I really, really want one.” Oliver whined, and a whining 170 lbs. four year old was a pretty strange sight indeed.

“You can have one after dinner,” she said firmly.

“It’s not fair!” Oliver yelled as he slammed his fist onto the table so hard the whole thing snapped in two and collapsed and dumping Henry’s homework all over the floor.

Mrs. Miller’s eyes widened. “O-Oliver!”

Still in a the height of his temper tantrum, Oliver turned towards the fridge and began to pound on it. “It’s not fair, it’s not fair, it’s not FAIR!” Each blow caused the metal to bend and warp until the door finally fell off with a loud bang. That wasn’t enough however as Oliver turned to find something…or even someone to vent on.

Knowing he had to stop this, Henry jumped from his chair and tried to calm him down by grabbing him from behind. However, Oliver pushed him so hard that he threw him off and Henry slammed into the wall, letting out a cry of pain. That cry was enough to snap Oliver out of his temper tantrum as he looked at Henry, horrified with what he done. Teary eyed he bolted for his room, desperate to run away from them.

After his mom was sure he was alright, Henry went to Oliver’s room and found his brother in bed under the covers, sobbing. "Oliver?"

The big lump flinched away from the voice and stopped in mid sob."H-Henry?" Slowly he pulled back his blanket and peeked out. "Are you...are you okay?"

The question made the bruise on his shoulder twinge, but Henry steeled myself from the pain. "Yea, I'm fine. I can't say the same for the kitchen, though."

He turned his gaze away guiltily. "I...I didn't mean to." His voice cracked. "I was just so mad...I just wanted a cookie! Why couldn't mommy just give me one?"

"Oliver..." I went up to him and sat on the edge of his bed. "You....you're different from other kids."

"Is it because I'm bigger?"

"That's part of it." He said. "But you're also a lot stronger as well. And because of that, you can hurt people by accident or on purpose."

"I would ever do that!" He shot upright.

"Even so, the choice will always be there." He told him. "That is why, if you really don't want anyone to be hurt, you have to control your anger."

"I can't get mad?"

"No you can, just...um...find something to take your mind off of it."

"Like what?"

"Well, um," he tried to grasp at some random idea. "Like...exercising."

"Exercising?" He echoed.

"Yea," Henry went with it, "exercise. Like, when you're really angry you can do pushups until you're feeling better."

Oliver's face grew thoughtful. "Okay...I'll try that. Thank you Henry!" He reached out and pulled his big brother into a tight hug. “And…and I’m sorry for hurting you.”

That was probably the first time Henry noticed how hard his little bro's body was. It made Henry wonder if he was this big and hard at four years old, what will happen when he grows older?

Another year went by, and Oliver packed on almost another hundred pounds and several inches of height. Whenever he got mad, he would physically work his frustrations out. At first he did the ordinary sit-ups and pushups Henry had suggested, but when that became too easy he moved onto Henry’s weight set. The moment he touched that cold iron, he took off and GREW! His strength was so unreal, lifting and breaking things so easily. Unfortunately, not all of the things he broke was intentional or his. Luckily for them however governmental doctors had decided to cover all accidental damages as well as pay for Oliver’s food and clothes in exchange for letting them take close observation of his miraculous growth. They still couldn’t figure out the cause of it all, but as long as they could do tests they were happy all the same.

As another few years went by, Henry watched his ‘little’ brother grow bigger and bigger, faster and faster, until one day he woke up to found himself eye level with a 500 lbs. six year old! Naturally, word of a huge second grade kid got around and all of a sudden Oliver was the center of attention. He was featured in the news, magazines and tons of websites. Everyone kept on looking at Oliver in awe, and that only served to make his ego as big as his muscles. Along with his body, Oliver grew more and more confident in himself. Perhaps it was all those muscles or his height, but he became...Henry didn't know how to describe it, but older than he actually was. He LOOKED like a full grown man gone bodybuilder, but hearing cuss words from someone you knew was a kid was something that took some adjustments to.

"Fuck, I'm getting big." Oliver said one night as he came into the living room. Henry was on the couch watching TV and digesting dinner. Henry tried his best to ignore pretend he didn’t notice Oliver’s entrance, but that was impossible. Something about his gigantic brother demanded attention.

“Don’t let mom catch you swearing.” Henry warned him.

“What is she going to do, wash my mouth out with soap?” He scoffed. “I’m too big for her to boss me around anymore.”

That…didn’t sound good. “Oliver…you don’t mean that, do you?”

“Hell yea!” He said, bouncing his pecs and making them ripple beneath his shirt powerfully. “Come on, how can a puny man like Dad possibly stop me from doing anything?”

“Oliver, I’m disappointed in you.”

Oliver’s body tensed up, making his muscles jump and look even more intimidating. “What?”

“I’m disappointed that you would even say something like that.” He told him. “Mom and Dad have raised you. They’ve fed and clothed you for six years.”

“The docs are the ones who give me food and clothes.” He said.

“Oh, so that automatically makes them better parents huh?” Henry asked him. “Did the doctors help you learn how to ride a bike? Did they go to every school play, or let you sleep in their bed when you had a nightmare or work extra hours to save enough money to buy you your video games? The only thing those doctors and scientists care about is your body, not you.”

The expression on Oliver’s face was at first defiant, but each item Henry listed off seemed like a huge blow to the muscular toddler until it cracked his arrogance enough for guilt to seep through. “Shit Henry, I was only kidding.” He lied.

“Kidding or not, the bottom line is Mom and Dad loves you, and you love them too.” Henry told him coldly. “If you treat the ones close to you like crap, you’ll only be betraying their feelings and yours.”

“I…I…” Oliver looked away, his face losing that arrogance. “You must hate me now, don’t you?”

Henry let out a deep sigh. “I will never hate you bro, no matter what. I just wish you’d realize that being big doesn’t mean you’re automatically better than anyone. Strength may be used to get what you want by force, but real strength means earning it fair a square.”

“I will, I promise!” He nodded. “Thank you Henry….you always look after me.”

“It part of my job.” Henry laughed and hugged his little brother. As he was held in Oliver’s embrace, something stirred inside his pants. His eyes widening, he ended the hug a bit short (though in a natural way to not draw suspicion) and made an excuse to go to the bathroom. There, he unzipped his pants and looked down at his erect cock, something he received from touching his little brother’s muscles!

To Henry’s dismay, he started to develop an erection every time Oliver lifted something or flexed his growing muscles! There was just something about Oliver’s cocky attitude, growing body and immense strength that set his libido on fire. Realizing that he couldn’t let this go on any longer, Henry focused hard into his studies, got a scholarship and enrolled at a college all the way across the country.

“But Henry…why couldn’t you just go to the college nearby?” Oliver asked as he watched his brother pack his bags. At eight years old, he stood at a hulking 6’8” 720 lbs, completely dwarfing his ‘big’ brother. A few stray hairs were just forming on his chin and limbs, making him look even older than before.

“It’s because they can teach me the stuff I need to learn the best.” Henry half lied. It really was a good school, but his reason for moving away was far too personal he’d care to admit to anyone.

Oliver’s shoulders slumped, though he still looked impossibly huge and musclebound. “Won’t you miss me?”

“Of course I’ll miss you.” Henry told him. Probably not in the right way, but he’ll miss him. Finally done packing his suitcase, he closed the lid and lifted it.

“Omph,” He grunted as he struggled with the weight.

“Here, let me.” Henry took the suitcase from him and held it up single handedly. Right away Henry became hard from seeing his little brother easily deal with the same weight he had been struggling with. Luckily Henry made it a habit to wear stuff to hide it.

The final goodbyes at the airport were long and drawn out. His mother listed off every bit of advice she could think of while his father slipped him a new credit card ‘for emergencies’ only when no one was looking. Oliver stayed silent until his time was come, and when Henry opened his mouth to say goodbye, the massive lad simply grabbed him and hugged him close against his strong, brawny chest.

“I’ll e-mail you every day.” He told him.

“T-thank you Oliver.” Henry said, his farewell speech forgotten in an instant. After Oliver let him go, they said their last goodbyes before Henry stepped onto the plane to head to college.

 

Present Day

Henry felt nervous. He shouldn’t feel that way from visiting home for the first time in roughly three years but he was.

The time he spent on college Henry threw himself at everything. Studying, sports, parties and even sex; he did everything he could to avoid thinking about his little brother, about wondering how much bigger he had grown. All of the letters, e-mails and phone calls were pretty ordinary and no one spoke of that one question that burned in Henry’s mind: How big was Oliver?

In order to resist temptation, Henry declined every opportunity to go home to find out. However, as time passed by Oliver kept on asking him over and over again to visit, saying how he missed him. Little by little guilt piled up until finally he gave in and agreed to come home.

His thoughts were cut off when his dad turned on the wrong street.

“Dad, aren’t we going to head home?” Henry sat upright.

“We are.” He told him. “We…sort’ve moved to a bigger house.”

“What? When?”

“Just last spring.” His father said as he continued to drive down the street. “Our old one was just too small, and Oliver’s funding paid for the construction and mortgage. In short, we received a brand new house for free!”

Henry didn’t share the same excitement as his Dad. After all, every kid would feel sad to learn that the house they spent their childhood in was no longer theirs. This feeling distracted him long enough that they arrived at the new house.

It was a rather large house, in fact it was about the size of a mansion!It was four stories high and at least three times wider and longer than their old home. Unlike a mansion however, it looked a bit….well, dull. There weren’t any fancy banisters or balconies, just some ordinary square windows to let in the light.

“So…this is home now huh?” Henry asked as he got out of the car.

“I know it looks a bit ordinary, but it’s the only way to fit all of us.” His dad said as he carried in his suitcase.

What did he mean by that? Henry thought.

As dull as the outside looked the inside was even more surprising. Even though it was a four story house, the inside was hollow! There was no second or third floor or even an attic. It was like someone took a large cardboard box and put toy furniture inside. To further emphasize this metaphor, it looked like the living room, dining room AND kitchen were all in the same open space. Sure they were placed in different areas but there were no walls to section them off. The only wall in the whole house that he could see was a huge one in the far end of the room that had an oversized door. Beyond it he could hear the loud bangs of some sort of machinery somewhere, sounding kind of like a jack hammer but in slow motion.

“Interesting layout.” Was all Henry could say.

“I know it’s not much of a looker, but it works.” Mr. Miller said. “Now make yourself at home, I need to go run to the office and your mother is out buying groceries for dinner, so you’ll be alone in the house with Oliver.”

Henry felt a chill run down his spine. “Where is he, by the way?”

“Oh he’s in his room in the back.” Mr. Miller said. “Now I really have to be going. Have fun catching up with your brother!” And with that Mr. Miller left.

Henry stood there in that hollow house, surrounded by silence save for that annoying banging sound. Knowing he should get things over with, he breathed in deeply. “Oliver, I’m home! It’s me, Henry!”

The moment he spoke, the banging halted with one VERY loud bang that made Henry jump in place. When his feet touched the ground, he felt what was almost like miniature earthquakes shake the floor in a quick pattern. For a second Henry felt that a T-Rex from Jurrasic Park would come charging out from somewhere, but he found out his guess wasn’t too far off to reality when those big doors opened.

“HENRY!” A loud, impossibly powerful voice boomed.

Oh God in heaven…Oliver was a giant, no, a GOD! The custom clothes he wore did nothing to hide the physique at all. He was over 18 feet tall, but he wasn't skinny like those beanpole men, no he was even wider then he was tall, his shoudlers and lats stretching at least 23 feet! Everywhere Henry looked, there was muscle. His shoulders were packed with delts and traps that were the size of German Sheppard’s, his arms, fuck, they were absolutely astonishing at over 230 inches around, relaxed! His chest was so huge, like two killer whales were planted on top of his frame, bulging out like they were going to leap at him. Oliver's legs were also super thick, much thicker than any tree trunk, even the giant Californian redwoods! And yet despite all that, his waist, with 12 big blocks of muscle, was still only 30 inches around despite the fact that it belonged to a 32,000 lbs. monster.

In complete shock, Henry looked up to confirm if this really was his little brother. A thick beard had grown on Oliver’s face, along with a dense coat of hair all over like some sort of bearish man. Was this really a twelve year old? No, this was the body and face of what can be undeniably a man.

“Henry, you’re home!” Oliver repeated as he ran over to his ‘big’ brother so fast that for a second Henry felt as if he had blinked and missed the whole thing by blinking. The huge, colossal man grabbed the tiny guy and hugged him close to those gargantuan pectorals, doing it so powerfully and yet carefully to not crush him. “Fuck, what took you so long to come home you bastard?”

“O-Oliver…you’re…oh my god…” Henry shook violently as his dick suddenly orgasmed! Immediate fear and shame swept through him mixed with the sexual bliss of blowing his load to the sight of the biggest man that ever existed.

Oliver noticed this and just laughed. “You’ve finally done it huh? Finally came at the sight of your ‘little’ bro? Don’t be ashamed tiny, everyone cums when they see these.” Oliver flexed his mammoth arms, his bicep rising higher and higher…Good Lord, it was bigger than Henry standing straight up! Henry could only moan as his cock squeezed out another small orgasm despite his efforts to stop himself.

“I…I…shit, I’m so sick!” Henry said, aghast and disgusted with himself.

“If you’re sick, then I’m terminally I’ll bro.” Oliver grinned broadly. “I’ve always known you had the hots for me, but the thing is…oh fuck talking.” Oliver lifted Henry up and kissed him right on the mouth! For a moment Henry was stunned by this, but Oliver’s lips and tongue was so sweet, so demanding that his resistance melted away and he kissed back.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do that for years.” Oliver moaned when they broke apart.

“You…you did?”

“Hell yea!” Oliver said. “You’re so fuckin’ hot and cool, you know that? Even after a lot of men and women wanted me, you were the only one that could make me feel so horny.” His muscles noticeably tensed up and pushed into Henry so hard and powerfully that for a moment the little man was afraid all that massive muscles would snap him in two.

“B-but I’m so much older than you are, and I’m your brother!” He protested, trying to bring reason back into this.

"Fuck, you think about I care about that shit?" Oliver suddenly grinned cockily, then flexed his muscles, making them swell and press against Henry even more and squeezing another moan from him. "The docs looked me over and said that physically and mentally I was an adult though I was the biggest fucking adult they’ve ever seen! And if you’re worried about us being brothers, well, that’s only in name now. My DNA had somehow altered and mutated during my growth so now we’re not genetically related, but you’ll always be my ‘little’ bro. And fuck, I don't mind that you want me cuz hell, I want you too." The air is filled with the sound of a loud riiiiip! Looking down, Henry gasped as he saw a cock bigger and thicker than he was becoming bigger and harder, rising up into the air and seemingly towards him.

“Oh, my god.” Henry stared at the monster.

Instead of piercing Henry with that pillar, Oliver deposited Henry on top of his bicep. “We’ll save that for later. For now I’ll let my guns have their turn with you.”

The moment he landed on top of it, Henry launched into a full muscle worshiping mode, kissing, licking, humping that glorious bicep. His arms were unable to wrap even halfway around those huge globes! And then Oliver flexed them, the massive mound expanding and forcing Henry’s arms apart and pushing more of the impossibly hard muscle into his face, so hot, hard and huge. After awhile the clothes started to get in the way, so Oliver tore them off his brother with just two fingers, then placed his brother’s ass on top of his peak before proceeding to flex and unflex his arm, the bicep actually pushing in and out of Henry’s ass like a full blown cock!

"You love this, don't you you little man?" He said cockily as he continued to flex over and over again and hearing Henry moan and scream so loudly. "Tell me, tiny fucker, what part of my body would you want to get fucked by next?”

“Y-your chest!” He gasped as he rode that bicep like his life depended on it. “Please, let me have it!”

“You got it!” Oliver plucked his brother off and pressed him against those huge pectorals. Henry moaned loudly as he licked and buried himself by muscle, the wall pushing against him whenever Oliver breathed in. When the initial worship was done, Oliver moved Henry to his nipple, which was stretched out so big and large that it was as big as his head with the nub the size of his fist. Bracing himself, Henry screamed in pleasure as Oliver shoved that nipple into his ass. They both moaned and groaned loudly as Oliver tit fucked his little brother until he brought another orgasm out of him.

By then, Oliver was through with foreplay and wanted to get off NOW! Pulling Henry off his nipple, he dropped him onto his cock and smiled down at him.

“Go on little man, make me blow.”

Henry didn’t need to be told twice. He hugged that pillar of rock hard flesh, wrapping his legs around it as well and using his entire body to get the giant off. Oliver moaned and flexed his muscles, hitting various bodybuilding poses as Henry used his entire being to get him off. Faster and fater they both went, each at the height of their euphoria as they moved as one entity, one tiny man serving his muscle god.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum!” Oliver warned, but Henry was so wrapped into his duty that he didn’t hear. Henry could actually feel and hear the pressure build up inside of those titanic balls, the cock trembling like a volcano ready to blow.

“Shiiiiiiiiiiiiit!” Oliver roared as suddenly his balls clentched and the dam broke. The force of his orgasm as so great that it threw Henry off his cock, but he quickly caught the tiny man to save him from being hurt. Gallon after gallon poured out in a continual stream, the white hot seed gushing out like Old Faithful, a torrent of super hot body fluids. On and on it went, never weakening or showing any sign of slowing down for a full blown 5 minutes before finally his balls were empty and his huge cock went limp.

Breathing heavily, Oliver held his little brother tenderly; the tiny man nestled safely against his broad pectorals.

“I’m never letting you go again.” Oliver announced in a tone that was final.

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