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Butch Gains Part 01
🕑 Added 2019-04-01 18:31:57 +0000 UTCDevon angrily tapped his foot as he stood on the subway. “Out of my way,” he pushed past a guy standing in front of him. The guy wasn’t moving and blocking near the entire doorway.
He couldn’t believe just how much longer that meeting went than it should have gone. When he’d moved to the new city with his family, he was told everything would be different. He’d have the nice corner office with a view of the park, a series of helpers ready and willing to wait for orders and enough coffee to actually get him through the day. The only thing that was true was the coffee. But he had to make it.
Construction was still going on in the building so his office wasn’t quite done yet. The crew seemed to not care about the mess or the noise and Devon and his crew were expected to just work around it. Everyday they’d be subject to banging hammers, drilling and guys shouting at each other. Usually it was jokes but it was still distracting. “At least they sound like their having a good time,” Devon would mutter to himself as he stared at the computer screen. Normally he was too busy watching loading bars and combing through spread sheets to really get to know anyone in the office.
However before the move he’d started taking up some workout classes at the local gym to help with the stress of his job. Even though it wasn’t physical, the way people treated him, it always felt like he was on the edge of his seat. The workouts helped him relax while also making him feel not so cramped up. Sure they weren’t anything his trainer was doing but it was nice to have his body moving for an hour after being stuck in a cubical for nearly eight.
After the move, he’d wanted to keep that trend up. He’d found a small local gym that guaranteed results. Sure, nearly every gym did that but this came from over 100 personal surveys and looking at the pictures of the guys in them, he didn’t feel like he could doubt it. Each one seemed to be pointing at abs or flexing their arms in the picture.
It wasn’t supposed to be a long walk from the subway but Devon seemed to have gone down the wrong street. All of the streets looked the same and even when Devon was on the right street he had to find the right building. He’d walked up and down the street three times before he found himself in front of the small personal gym. It was in a shotgun style building that looked like it had at least three floors to it. The gym was supposed to be on the second so when he found the staircase leading up to the second floor but there was somebody blocking it. “Out of the way asshole,” he pushed past the big guy and started climbing the stairs. The guy was big enough to nearly take up the entire space between the walls and Devon just wanted to get to the gym as fast as possible.
He stood at the door and jiggled the handle. “It’s locked. Damn it.” Looking around he didn’t know what he should try to do. The small building didn’t have many people in it and besides the guy downstairs checking his mail, there would be no one to ask. His phone started buzzing in his pocket. It was his wife. “Hello?”
“Hey honey. Just checking up on you. You still working out tonight,” she asked.
“Maybe. But I’ve got a feeling the moron might have left already. I’m only a couple minutes late and his doors locked. So I don’t know,” Devon said.
“Oh? That’s too bad… Just let me know,” she said.
“Will do,” Devon replied.
“The moron?” a deep angry voice behind him asked. Devon jumped at the sudden stimulus and spun around. Standing behind him was the giant who’d been downstairs that he’d pushed past. The sudden realization was rapidly pounding on Devon’s brain as he got a better idea of just how much of a giant this man was. A good 6’5” with several hundred solid pounds of muscle packed so densely on his body that even just standing there the definition shined through his shirt and shorts. His shaved head and tattooed arm made him look even more intimidating as he glared down at the much smaller guy. Even with less than have his strength in one arm, Devon didn’t feel like he had a chance against this giant.
“Huh?!” Devon laughed uncomfortably. He didn’t know what to say.
The bodybuilder brushed it off. “Come in,” he said ignoring Devon’s shock. “Name’s Butch.” He spun the handle and opened the door to his single room gym. It was complete with everything a gym needed. A long line of dumbbells sat in front of a full length mirror, a squat rack, a few small machines and even some yoga stuff. The guy was clearly knowledgeable about the subject. “First rule, no dropping the weights. I don’t need any complaints or holes in the floor.”
“Ok,” Devon said. He didn’t plan on lifting anything more than he normally could.
“Okay. So the form you filled out said you want to gain muscle?” Devon nodded at the question. “Good. How much?”
“Uhhh… I don’t know. Just a little more. I’ve been working out a bit so I don’t know making like 5 more pounds?”
“5 pounds?” Butch scoffed at the idea. “That’s it?”
“I mean…” Devon trailed off. “I guess. It’s not like I want to get that big.” His nose turned up slightly thinking about it. The kind of muscle people like Butch had kind of grossed him out. It was something he didn’t understand; why did people want to be so big or why did people like looking at people like that?
“Why’d you come to my gym then?” Butch looked down on Devon, glaring at him.
“I just wanted a place to work out,” Devon answered. Normally he wouldn’t take the type of attitude that Butch was giving him. He could go to any gym he wanted. He didn’t have to go here. It was just on his way home and there were plenty of other ones in the area.
“Why do you work out?”
“To stay in shape?” Devon felt like it was a pretty obvious answer. Something inside him was telling him to leave but he wasn’t going to succumb to a bully. He wasn’t about to just let himself leave because Butch was so much bigger than him. He was the one paying Butch not the other way around.
“What do you want?”
“Respect,” Devon answered almost immediately. He’d never really thought about it much before but he’d always wanted to be respected. Whether it be in the office or in his personal life. And having a trim waist and descent musculature seemed to be a pretty easy way to do that.
“What do you want?” Butch asked. Apparently that wasn’t the answer Butch was looking for
“I just wanted—“ Devon was going to say something but was interrupted making him completely forget what he was about to say.
“What do you want!” Butch barked.
“Just to gain a little—“
“WHAT DO YOU WANT!”
“TO BE BIG!”
“WHAT DO YOU WANT!”
“TO BE HUGE!”
A slick grin crossed Butch’s face as he watched the smaller guy finally say what he needed to hear. “Good. I think I can work with that.”
“What do you mean by that..?” Devon asked. He took a step back, realizing just how much of a threat it sounded like. “I don’t know why I said that. I was just saying something because I didn’t know what you wanted me to say.”
“You didn’t mean it?” Butch laughed. “Fuck off. I saw just how pissy you were on the subway. And I can see just how much of a bitch you keep trying to be. You just want easy gains like everyone else. But you don’t want to work for you. You complain about how weak and pathetic you are but once someone gives you the answer to get bigger you turn them down cause it’s too much work. Guys like you piss me off. At least admit what you want. But you know what? I’ve actually got the secret to easy gains.”
“Wait. You can make me as big as you?” Devon asked. Even though he’d been called out he was actually a little curious. His jealousy was starting to shine through the denial. It was something he’d always wanted since high school. Seeing all the naturally larger jocks easily pulverize him in school or how they were still so popular despite doing nothing in school. Devon couldn’t help but be at least a little jealous. Instead he had to work hard at school, study as often as possible and even then it wasn’t enough to impress many of the ladies he so desperately desired.
“Yeah. And you pissed me off enough to use it. I just had to know that you actually wanted to grow and not just pansy out through simple light weight workouts.” Butch pulled the necklace out from behind his shirt. There was a small bauble at the bottom that he started to spin. Round and round the gem went.
“What do you mean… pissed… you…” Devon’s voice zoned out as he continued to stare. The swirling colors were just too much for his brain to handle. Light emanated from the gem and he couldn’t look away. Little by little that light swirled further and further out from the necklace. It engulfed his body, flooding in through his skin. Every muscle in his body stiffened and then relaxed. All the light that came out of the gem disappeared into his body.
After a few seconds Devon started to come to. His mind shot back up to a more normal pace and he realized that something had just happened. He wasn’t sure what, but he knew something was different. He just felt different. Ignoring Butch he walked over to the mirror covering the entire wall. Looking himself over he knew something had changed. Then his hand ran against his chin. Auburn facial hair had started sprouting out around his mouth and going all the way up to his chin. ‘Didn’t I shave this morning? Management’s not going to like this… Like those fuckers can tell me what to do,” a grin crossed his face then proceeded into horror at the thought.
Never in his life had Devon considered calling his bosses fuckers. He barely swore as is but the second he thought of those suites telling him he had to shave his beard, just pissed him off. He couldn’t believe the gall of them telling him what to do. Compared to them he was the real man. He was the one who should have been in charge. A deep primal grunt escaped his mouth. He leaned over feeling a warmth spreading through his body. It was making him horny.
Before Devon knew it his shorts were around his ankles and he’d started to jerk himself off. His hand wouldn’t stop rubbing his cock. He could feel it so hard in his hand with each stroke. However each stroke became shorter. The average 6 inches he had didn’t feel as large all of a sudden. It was slowly getting smaller. Something inside him was telling him to stop. He shouldn’t be touching himself right now. It wasn’t the right time to be doing that. But his horniness was overwhelming. He hadn’t felt this way since he was a teenager. Hormones were flooding through his system. There wasn’t anything else he could think about. There wasn’t anything else he wanted to think about. Just his hard dick spraying all over the weights beneath him.
His hips bucked at the thought. The sudden motion brought him out of the fantasy enough to be able to see himself in the mirror. “What the…” his hips bucked again, forcing him to moan. The sensation was too much but he’d definitely seen it. He was getting bigger. His shoulders were pressing hard against the sleeves of his shirt. Pecs pushed out in front of him and he could see the cut between them. He bucked again at the thought. He was getting bigger. He was getting stronger. Every second he could feel the power building.
“Fuck,” he grunted, his voice far deeper than it’d ever been before. The sound of it set him even deeper into the fantasy. He sounded like a man. He smelt like a man. He felt like a man. The sudden thought sent him over and he felt his dick fire at all cylinders. Thick muscular hips bucked back and forth while his hands held tightly to the weights behind him. His mind was blank, eyes fluttering only with the sensation of unadulterated joy. The feeling was just too much for him to handle and he felt himself fall down to his knees. “F-fuck… Fuck man… What was that shit?” he cursed.
Butch stood over him still grinning. “This is your new life,” he said.
“Da fuck does that mean?”
Butch refused to answer. Instead he let Devon see for himself as he stood up and looked over his body in the mirror. There was undeniably a muscular change. His more trim frame had bulked up with nearly 50 pounds of muscle all over his body. The medium sized shirt he’d been wearing was now stretched across his muscular chest and even the sleeves had rolled up over his shoulders. Because of his traps had grown in, it’d pushed his shirt up, showing off the body two of his abs. But down below that, almost each quad was currently being shown. Muscle had packed on to his ass, giving him two perfect globes behind him.
“Holy shit man!” Devon shouted in excitement. He tried spinning around to get a better look but the size and definition that’d grown on his frame made it incredibly difficult. His dick popped up again at the sudden praise and pointed 5 inches out in front of him. “Shit man. I’m gonna be all horny again.” For a second Devon took a second to think about what he just said. “Fuck. Why can’t I fucking stop cursin?”
“Cause that’s the new you,” Butch said. He put a firm hand on his shoulder and shook the other man’s body.
“Da fuck?”
“You still haven’t noticed?” Butch had a condescending smile about him but Devon couldn’t quite look away. “Where do you work?”
“Marlborough’s Construction, we’re working on that shit skyscraper that’s still goin up,” as Devon finished his sentence, he couldn’t close his mouth. “Fuck man. No I work in dat skyscraper.”
“With the construction crew,” Butch shook the other man around a little.
“Yeah. No! Fuck. No, I work in that building. With the whatchamacallit. Fuck…” the thoughts were piling in faster as he thought about it more. He’d been with Marlborough for years now. Working all kinds of shit jobs. But he knew that’s not what he did. At the same time he had all these memories of working with the other guys, having beers after the job was over and going down on them when their wives weren’t putting out. “That’s not…” but his hand started to drift back to his cock the more he thought about it.
Butch gave him a firm pat on the back. “That’s it,” he smiled. “But I don’t think we’re done yet. You said your wife was making dinner. Hopefully she doesn’t mind if I take along.”
“Not at all big guy! She loves guests,” Devon found himself saying. For some reason it’d just come out of him. As he stared at his trainer he didn’t feel like he could say anything else. Confirmation was the only thing that would come out of his mouth. He stared at the bodybuilder still confused as to what was going on. His memories were still jumbled. Even though he’d just grown so much, he almost felt smaller standing next to Butch.
“Glad to hear it. Go get cleaned up and we’ll head back for dinner!”
