Lunch with the Family

Logan always felt a bit uncomfortable around his girlfriend’s family. There was just something about them that always seemed to rub him the wrong way. Stephenie always seemed so normal compared to the rest of them. But at the same time, he couldn’t tell what made them feel so different. 

“Thanksgiving’s only once a year,” Stephenie reminded Logan.

“I know. I know, but I’m really trying to stick to this diet. And it’s really working,” Logan lifted up his shirt to show off his abs. The six blocks weren’t nearly as prominent a few weeks prior. “The guys in the gym are so fucking jealous.”

“Right. The diet,” she said. Her lips pursed for a second and she went to a more seductive mode. “My mom has been preparing this lunch all week for us. If you don’t eat any she’ll be really mad. Just for today. Please…” Her nail rubbed under his chin pulling him closer to her.

“Ok… I can try,” Logan agreed. “But I’m still going to be careful…”

“Don’t be. You look great. One day isn’t going to kill you,” Stephenie purred. “And maybe I like a man with a bit more meat on him…” She ran her fingers across his bare skin. The nail just barely slid across each of his abs. “I won’t mind if you gain a bit of weight…” Her lips had gotten just a mere inch away from his. The fact they were in a car made it all the easier for her to get close. And with her wandering hands, Logan gave her his undivided attention. “All you have to do is whatever I say. You have to listen to me. Don’t listen to Trevor. Don’t listen to mom. All day. What do you say?”

Logan felt like he was under her spell. “Of cour--”

A knock to the window broke them up. “Break it up you love birds. Mom and dad are waiting inside.”

“TREVOR! God damn it you little piece of shit!” Stephenie broke her seductive streak and started cursing her brother. 

Trevor just smiled and headed back for the front door. The 20 year old was visiting from college and loved to bother his sister. Even as he walked away he had a way of annoying her. 

“Damn him…” Stephenie cursed again. 

“Steph. It’s fine. I’ll try to eat and make your mother happy,” Logan tried to break the tension between her and her sibling.

Stephenie pouted and then faked a smile. “Okay. You need to try your best. Okay?”

“Okay,” Logan stepped out of his car. He was suddenly hit by the bright sun and rubbed his eyes. ‘What’s wrong with me?’ he wondered. A fog seemed to have been covering his mind that just lifted. “Weird…” he blinked a few more times feeling the dull headache not go anywhere.

“Logan, come on. Mom and dad are waiting!” Stephenie called to him from the door. 

‘How’d she get over there so fast?’ he shook his head trying to regain his composure.

Stephenie headed inside and called for her parents. “Mom? Dad? Logan and I made it!” A short portly woman came into the main hall.

“Oh Stephenie! You made it! I’m so glad. And Logan too! I didn’t think you would actually come,” she gave a round of hugs pulling the two in tightly for each.

Logan felt a bit awkward. “Of course I’d make it Mrs. Paulson. Your cooking’s just so good. How couldn’t I?”

“Oh you. Such a charmer,” Mrs. Paulson gave him a light tap of her hand against his muscular chest. “Well, I sure hope you are hungry, because there’s more than enough to go around. And I’d hate to see you almost wither up into nothing.”

“I don’t think you need to worry about that,” he joked back. She smiled and nodded.

“Come dearie,” Mrs. Paulson addressed Stephenie. “Let’s go to the kitchen. Logan will go to the living room.”

“But mom…” Stephenie protested.

“Let the boys have their fun. There’s still plenty to do before lunch is ready,” she dismissed.

“If you need--”

“I need you to relax,” Mrs. Paulson pointed. Her finger might as well have slapped him with a wooden spoon with how much ferocity she had behind it. 

Logan was about to protest but saw Stephenie mouth that he agreed that he would listen. “Yes ma’am.”

“Such a good boy,” her tone changed to the pleased one from before. “Come along dearie,” Mrs. Paulson directed Stephenie to the kitchen.

It took Logan a minute to really realize he was alone again. He was standing in the middle of the hall, unsure what he was supposed to do. The order to go to the living room filled his mind, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to be there either. With a lot of effort, he finally dragged his feet into the living room.

The football game was already on. Mr. Paulson was reclined in his chair and Trevor was making out with his boyfriend. As Logan entered the living room, Mr. Paulson nearly leaped from his chair to come greet him. The bear of a man had a way of making anyone feel welcome. His large burly size and overly friendly personality made him a perfect Santa Clause during Christmas. Though he didn’t have the same ball of a belly. It stayed tucked under his thick meaty pecs, but still gave him a large intimidating feeling despite being one of the friendliest giants you could meet.

“Logan! I’m so glad you made it. Donna was so worried you wouldn’t actually come,” Mr. Paulson said. He wrapped his arm tightly around Logan for a hug. He was one of the few men who really made Logan feel small. “Trevor. Chad. Say hello to your sister’s boyfriend.”

‘Chad?’ Logan got lost in thought again. He really only knew one Chad that went to their high school and he wasn’t nearly as large as the guy sitting on the couch. Nor was he gay. If anything that Chad would have shoved Trevor’s face to the ground for even looking at him. 

Trevor pushed away from the kiss. “Sup.”

“Logan?” Chad stood up. 

Logan had to tilt his head back. ‘Shit…’ he gulped. Suddenly, Logan was the third largest guy in the room. That also meant he was almost the smallest.

“Yo dude! Long time no see!” Chad held out his hand for a handshake. The massive mitt easily covered his entire hand. Luckily, he could control his strength, but even so, Logan felt his hand being crushed.

“Chad??” Logan questioned. It didn’t make sense. Chad wasn’t a small guy by any stretch of the imagination. At 6’3” and 260 pounds he made an excellent high school linebacker. But this guy was at least 7 feet tall and had to weigh double. To top it all off, it was all solid muscle. Even through the long sleeve shirt and khaki pants, Logan could see the thick corded muscles beneath it. 

“YEAH MAN!” he pulled Logan in for a strong hug. It was a lot more pressure than Logan thought was necessary. And then he got a nice up and close feel of those strong dense muscles. He didn’t even feel like the pressure of his body made a dent against them. 

“How’s it going?” Logan tried to push away but Chad still hadn’t decided he was done with the hug yet. His face was scrunched against the divot between his pecs.

“Oh man it’s going great. Ever since I started talking to Trevor, I’ve felt amazing,” Chad said. His grip finally started to loosen.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Trevor interrupted.

Chad backed off as though he’d just been scolded. “Yeah! He told me he was going to help me be the biggest man in the world. And since I’ve been with him I haven’t stopped growing. Just look at me!” He held up his unbelievably massive arm and gave it a flex. The fabric pulled taught against the strong muscle. It looked like it should have ripped clean off but somehow it seemed to mold perfectly to it. “But Trevor says I can’t rip out of my clothes until after we eat…”

“Mom wouldn’t like that,” Mr. Paulson said. “She’s been slaving away at this lunch all week. Don’t try and ruin it.”

“I wouldn’t do anything like that,” Chad said. “I’d hate to see her sad.” There was an almost weird bubbly nature about the way he said it. The Chad Logan knew seemed to be long gone. Instead of being a loud obnoxious ass, he seemed to be kind and gentle. “Hey! You know what? You should come workout with me sometime!”

Trevor interrupted Logan before he could even speak. “You think he could keep up with you?” his small hands roamed around the hulking body. He made sure to use a finger to circle around Chad’s nipple, clearly causing some kind of erotic torture. The was a wet spot slowly starting to grow in front of Chad’s pants.

“He-He mi-ght,” Chad answered.

“I don’t know… Just look at him. Looks like he’s been gaining a lot of weight recently. I’m surprised he’s not on some kind of diet,” Trevor stated.

“I am on a diet,” Logan felt anger rush inside him. He wasn’t fat. He knew he wasn’t but the way Trevor was talking, doubt started to fill his mind. He looked down at his muscular frame but felt ashamed of it all of a sudden.

“Oh,” Trevor said. “Well, I hope it starts working. Every time you take a bite of food you start to gain a lot of weight. Each bite fills you up like an entire meal. I know it can be tough to lose weight so I hope this diet can do it for you.”

“I’ll work it off him,” Chad tried to make Logan feel better but it only seemed to confirm that he had somehow gained weight. The solid abs he was bragging about didn’t feel so amazing anymore. Especially next to someone like Chad.

Trevor let out a chuckle. “You think he’ll be able to keep up with you? Any time you flex or do an exercise he’ll get hard.”

“I’m not gay,” Logan defended himself. Chad threw up a flex for Trevor and he felt the words become true. 

A smirk appeared on Trevor’s face as he saw the sudden change on Logan’s face. But Mr. Paulson stood between them. “C’mon boys. Let’s just go see how lunch is coming along.”

“Sounds like a great idea,” Trevor said. He pushed at Chad’s body, following directly behind the giant. Chad had to duck under the door frames and twist his wide shoulders to pass through them

Logan couldn’t believe just how big the guy had gotten. He’d always been fairly large, but this was absurd. Every part of Chad seemed to bulge and even being covered up, he could see some of the definition in those powerful muscles. Logan pawed at his crotch then scolded himself for doing so. “I’m not gay,” he told himself.

“Lunch ready?” Mr. Paulson leaned over his wife and gave her a peck on the cheek. 

“Almost love,” Mrs. Paulson smiled. She finished tossing the salad and adding a little bit of dressing to it.

Stephenie pulled the sweet potatoes out of the oven and set them on the counter. She saw the uncomfortable look on Logan’s face. “Everything alright?” she asked. “Trevor didn’t say anything weird to you, did he?”

“What? No,” Logan denied the body dysphoria he was currently feeling. He brushed it to the side and gave a similar kiss to his girlfriend. His hand still went to his abs to make sure they were still there. “Just ready to eat that’s all.” But staring at the food, he couldn’t help but count all the calories. Seeing all the sugar glazes and dressing and breading just made his stomach turn. “Looks so good…” he lied.

“What did--” 

Stephenie was interrupted as Mr. Paulson called everyone’s attention. “I’m so glad everyone could make it this year. It’s not quite a tradition without the whole family. So before anything gets cold, I say we just start eating.”

“Second that!” Chad had already filled his plate full of food. A mountain had formed on his plate of just about everything that was available, yet barely any of the food looked touched. 

Logan went to the back of the line. Stephenie could see his more passive behavior. She made sure to stand in front of him, giving him a look. “Everything’s fine,” he lied again. He made sure to get an extra helping of the sweet potatoes that she’d pulled out of the oven. But her look didn’t fade. “It is.”

“Oh dearie, don’t be so controlling,” her mother told her. 

“I’m not the one being controlling,” Stephenie muttered under her breath. She made sure her mother was out of earshot before doing so.

Logan took a seat near the end of the table with Stephenie sitting right next to him. Chad was next to her with Trevor on the other side. Somehow Chad was already almost done with his plate. It didn’t matter that it was so full. But what confused Logan even more was his size. It was almost like Chad was getting even bigger. He pulled his shoulders in as much as possible to avoid bumping against Trevor or Stephenie. Chad’s thick arms were somehow stretching the shirt even more. The spoon he was using to shovel the food into his mouth seemed smaller. 

It had to be a trick of his eyes but Trevor had to go and say something. “Every time he eats. It’s like another day of working out. And he won’t ever stop growing. Of course he gets really turned on by it too.”

“No orgasms at the table,” Mrs. Paulson scolded.

“I know. I know,” Trevor said.

The weird nature of the conversation wasn’t lost on Logan but he couldn’t tell why. No one else at the table seemed to be weirded out by it but he felt like it was wrong. He took a few bites, hoping that it would make him feel better. It didn’t. With each additional bite, he could feel his belt buckle starting to tighten against his belly. It was rapidly starting to round out. He dropped his fork.

“What’s the matter?” Mrs. Paulson asked. “My cooking not good enough for you?”

“No, that's not it at all,” Logan smiled. The glare on Mrs. Paulson’s face didn’t go anywhere. “It’s great.” He took another bite but felt his belt tighten even more. It was the same with his dress shirt and pants as the fat started to distribute itself more evenly. Logan set his fork down again.

“Oh? Then why don’t you eat more? Be more of a good boy like Chad?” Mrs. Paulson said. “He’s nearly on a second plate and you’ve barely touched anything. You know you’ll start to wither away if you don’t eat.”

“Mom!” Stephenie scolded. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what, dearie? All I’m saying is that a growing boy needs to eat,” venom dripped from the sentence as she said it.

Stephenie could hear it. “Go on,” she encouraged Logan.

Logan took another bite and felt the tightening of his clothes again. Every bit of him was starting to press against the fabric. He couldn’t do it. Looking down and seeing his belly distend over his belt was too much. He dropped the fork and made a face.

“Now sweetie, I know my cooking isn’t the best, but I do think that you’re being a bit dramatic,” Mrs. Paulson said. 

“Mom!” Stephenie shouted. 

Logan felt a bit weird. He didn’t know what was going on. Looking down at his bloated body, he could see the weight start disappearing again. But it was more than just the fat. It was his muscle too. The tightness of his shirt loosened and he could feel the open air of it. He tried to take another bite. It stopped for a second but all he had gained was fat.

“What?” her mom pretended that she didn’t see what was wrong. “I have a very clear rule in this house. You eat what you are served.”

“Yeah,” Trevor piped up.

“You,” Stephenie turned her anger towards her brother. “What’d you do?”

“Now don’t go getting mad at him because you can’t control your boyfriend.”

“Yeah!”

“Stop coddling him! It’s his fault!”

"My fault?"

"Yes! Your fault!"

“Dearie, both of us have been able to make our men happy why can’t you?”

“This is bullshit!” 

“Language!”

Logan let out a groan. “Can I… Can I go to the bathroom?” he looked around the table. Everyone looked so big all of a sudden. He had always been at least a head taller than Stephenie but now he wasn’t even her height. Vertigo seemed to be catching up to him as he looked down at the table. The plate was larger as was the silverware. His body didn't move right.

“Of course sweetie,” Mrs. Paulson smiled. “I think it’s time we need a family meeting anyways.” 

Logan pushed away from the table and staggered down the hallway. Even with his belt he had to hold up his pants. There was a haze around him and he didn’t even notice his shoes were left behind as he walked. Everything around him just seemed so big all of a sudden. He stood in the bathroom and tried to splash some water on his face. It helped get rid of some of the fog he was feeling. “What the--”

It took everything he had not to scream. He was absolutely miniature. His large jock body had shriveled up into almost nothing. The shirt he’d been wearing had always fit him fairly well, now it was hanging around his shoulders. He let go of his pants and underwear and they fell to his feet. “What’s going on? What’s going on?” he kept repeating the question as he looked over his frail and bony body. There was nearly no weight on him at all. And he was a good 6 inches shorter.

“Hey bud,” a knock to the door brought Logan back. “I need to…” Chad trailed off as he looked up and down Logan’s body. “Woah. When’d you get so sexy?”

“Chad?”

“Yeah bud. Trevor always tells me how small guys are super sexy. And damn. You’re absolutely puny.” Chad’s hulking body stepped into the small bathroom. Any extra space was filled with his body. His arm looked to weigh as much as Logan and was probably as thick as his waist. “God you’re making me so horny! I just wanted ta do it in the bathtub but fuck…" He let out a moan as he played with himself more. "Is it true you get turned on when I flex?”

“N-uh-nuh-oooo,” Logan lied.

Chad’s body moved as he chuckled. “Oh?” He did his best to maneuver further into the bathroom and flexed his arm. The large bulge in his arm only led to the large bulge in front of Logan’s body. His tiny body only made his 8 inches look all the bigger. “I think someone’s lying…”

“Wai-wait!” Logan took a step back but there wasn’t anywhere for him to go.

“C’mon buddy. You’re so turned on aren’tcha? I mean I’ve had a hard on since I got here and Trevor said I can’t do anything to it until we finished eating. And he’s right about everything. Well, now I’m done eating and your big sexy dick is calling my name,” Chad pushed his way further into the bathroom. His giant hand easily pushed Logan to the ground. Chad went to his knees, and straddled the small guy. His knees barely fit on either side of Logan. But with how small Logan had gotten, it was still possible.

“Chad! What are you--” Logan felt his voice cut out as he saw Chad flex. The stimulus went through his body and channeled through his dick. He couldn’t think about anything else as he watched the behemoth pull his pants down. His asshole was now exposed and pressed lightly against Logan's dick. 

“Trevor’s so smart. It’s like he’s right about everything. Even my shrinking dick. But that doesn’t matter. Not as long as I look like this,” he flexed for himself in the mirror and Logan’s dick throbbed again. The feeling made his hips thrust. “Oh. You’re getting too excited. You might actually finish before… Guh…” his head went back. “Nevermind,” Chad laughed as his tiny dick unleashed a bit of seed onto Logan’s shirt.

“Chad you have to--”

Chad flexed his chest, showing off the dense muscle in his pecs. The top buttons on his shirt popped off. Logan felt his dick throb again. It was pressing hard against Chad’s ass, ready to go in. “Have to what?” Chad mocked as he slid a little bit of Logan's dick inside him. “You know you’ve got such good control. I wish… Oops…” another load sprayed from his dick as he felt more of the cock slide into him. “Trevor always says the only reason I could hold on longer than a few seconds with girls is because I’m so e-nam-or-ed with boys.” 

Another flex forced Logan’s hips to thrust into Chad’s body. His dick naturally plunged deeper into the other man giving Chad another orgasm. Logan tried to grip the tiled floor beneath him. His own body seemed to flex and writhe as it fought against the feeling. But it felt so good. Each of Chad's flexes was like a shot of sex directly to his brain. And Chad wouldn’t stop.

Logan couldn’t hold on much longer. Chad’s clothes were starting to rip from his body. Each flex tore through just a little more. The sound filled his ears. His sweaty smell started to fill his nose. He couldn’t fight it anymore and felt his body release.

“Oh sweet Jesus!” Chad cried out as he felt the other man unload inside him. For being on such a small weak body, the 8 inch dick looked and felt to almost be twice as large. It filled him up and nearly made him lose his strength. Logan could feel the slightest bit of weight actually fall onto him and he nearly felt crushed. 

Logan struggled to get out of his vulnerable position but it was almost no use. His dick was stuck inside the other man. But it was slowly starting to shrink back down in size. He pulled it out just as Chad flexed again. “Fuck…” he breathed as it somehow shot back to life. Logan already felt so drained. There was no way he could go again. With his tiny body he managed to squirm out from beneath the behemoth and get into a standing position. “Don’t you ever get tired?”

With a flex Chad answered, “no?” Logan’s dick throbbed again and seeing the massive member on the thin guy seemed to have been too much for Chad as he made another mess in the bathroom. 

“Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me!” Stephenie shouted as she saw the mess her boyfriend was covered in. There were several other choice words cursed under her breath.

“It’s not what it looks like!” Logan tried to find some kind of room to get out of the bathroom but Chad was just too large.

Trevor was busy laughing like a madman in the background. “You asshole,” his sister slapped him. “We’re leaving. Got it?” She said something strange and Logan didn’t know what happened. It was like everything went black. Then the next thing he knew she was driving his car.

“I’m sorry babe… I don’t know what happened…” Logan apologized.

Stephenie let out a sigh. “I know. It’s not your fault. My stupid family’s to blame… Just go back to sleep. I’ll make sure to fix you up in a day or two. But I gotta figure out how to reverse those damned spells they put on you.”

“Spells?” the word woke Logan up just a little bit more. He looked down at his thin body where he was swimming in his clothes. “What the… What’s going on?”

“Shh… Sleep. Sleep. You are sleepy. You will fall asleep when I say sleep. Sleep,” Stephenie said. “This will all feel normal when you wake up.”

Logan drifted off. “It’ll all feel normal when I wake up…”