Football Chronivac Part 07

“Hey Alex wait up!” Brandon called from far behind them. “I saw you guys leaving, figured we could get lunch together.” His eyes trailed up and down Nick’s body, but he forced himself to look away. Though he couldn’t help but mouth, ‘so big…’

Nick instantly noticed and enjoyed the complement the smaller guy wasn’t willing to openly give. The fact that it was clearly made in jealousy made it all the sweater. He pretended no to notice but gave a few light flexes, drawing the other guy’s eye. 

“Stop it,” Alex slapped him with the back of his hand.

“Stop what?” Nick pretended that he didn’t notice. 

Alex frowned in frustration and turned back to his friend. “Yeah that’s fine, as long as you can handle this dumbass. Or maybe get him to give me my phone back,” he growled.

“Sweet!” Brandon let out a smile. He was just about his size, maybe a little smaller because of the slight muscle growth that he’d had before in his class. Though Brandon seemed to like to hide behind his XL clothes a bit more than Alex, so it was really hard to tell just how small he actually was. All Nick could tell was that he didn’t even come up to his shoulders and had to crane his neck back to look Nick in the eyes. 

The three went into the lunchroom and grabbed a bit of food. Nick had to grab far more than he was used to to feed his muscles. He watched Brandon’s eyes go wide as he filled up his tray. “You gotta eat big ta get big,” he flexed. 

“Right!” Brandon agreed and added a bit more food to his tray.

“So you want to be big?” Nick asked. 

Brandon went back into his shy mode as he tried to make his already small size even smaller. “I mean… Kind of…” he kept his eyes low and voice even lower.

“That’s great! Have I got the guy for you then,” he pointed over to Ivan currently eating his lunch at a table with his phone in his hand. The point was enough to fill Brandon’s eyes with anticipation as the 6’8” near 400 pound linebacker was slowly shoveling food into his mouth. Nick gave him a pat to the back, leading him to sit down by Ivan. He of course took the seat across from the giant while Alex sat beside him. It forced Brandon in the seat next to the guy he’d been admiring. “Sup, big guy!” 

“Sup,” Ivan growled. He continued staring at his phone without acknowledging them.

“Ready for the game tonight?” 

“Hmph,” Ivan blew a heavy amount of air out of his nose. “Ready as I can be. As long as Jasmin doesn’t fucking crap out on us. He’s gotten himself a boyfriend. That asshole better not be afraid to screw up that damned pretty face of his.”

“Yeah, I heard,” Nick smiled. “But I don’t think he will.”

“Hmph.”

“I doubt you’d even need Jasmin,” Brandon spoke up. The second the words came out of his mouth, he realized how dumb they sounded. Or maybe it was the glare over Ivan’s shoulder that was freaking him out even more. “I’m just saying, you’re so big. Why do you need Jasmin too?” Brandon panicked a bit, but was able to slow down towards the end.

“Hmph,” Ivan dismissed, like he did everyone else. “Cause bein big ain’t all it’s cracked up ta be.”

“But it’s a lot,” Brandon rebutted. 

“Hmph.”

“It is!” Brandon defended. “You’re already so big that you just don’t get it.”

“I don’t get it?” Ivan gave him another side eye. The guy wasn’t giving up though. He had a weird passion in his eyes. Maybe it was more fascination. Either way, it pissed him off. “I’m 6’6” mutha fucka. The fuck you mean I don’t know big?” Ivan said the words but it didn’t sound right. In his current anger, he didn’t care all that much. 

“I’m just saying you’re just used to people looking up to you so you don’t get it,” Brandon crossed his arms against his chest. His fingers rested against his biceps, and he gave them a light squeeze. ‘Huh?’ there was a bit more strength in them than he was used to. He looked across the table at Alex, who was currently glaring at Nick for using his phone. Though it didn’t seem like it should have been that rude. 

“Don’t get it,” Ivan grit his teeth, unsure what to say. “Don’t know what there’s not to get. I’m...” He was going to give his height and weight again as a defense but cut himself off. ‘6’4” and 290ish pounds’  seemed too small but he couldn’t remember what that would be compared to. Then looking over at Brandon he felt even more confusion. The tiny guy didn’t look so tiny anymore. His hoodie actually seemed to fit his body instead of draping down over it. His hands were clearly out of the holes, where they hand been gripping the sleeves for some kind of support. 

That’s what had pissed Ivan off so much about the weak asshole. If he was going to talk so big, he shouldn’t be hiding like some kind of bitch. He needed to actually come out of his shell. But then again wasn’t that what he was doing now? And over something so stupid? “Whatever,” Ivan dismissed again.

“No, not whatever,” Brandon declared. Despite his more perky attitude there was some grit to his voice. It actually rumbled slightly, calling attention to himself. “I don’t want to hear you say being big is bad.”

“The fuck does that matter?” Ivan muttered as he saw the strange determination in Brandon’s eyes. Looking over it was even weirder for him as Brandon still seemed bigger. His thick hand grabbed the table as he turned to the side.

“Cause I want to be big,” Brandon answered. There was a light calm between them as he crossed his arms over his barreled chest and nodded his head. His muscles and bones just kept expanding. Growing bigger and filling in whatever empty space was around. 

Ivan’s head was spinning as he had to lean back slightly to look the other man in the eyes. “You want to be big?” he questioned. The determination in Brandon’s eyes only seemed to turn him on. He maneuvered his legs slightly to ease the boner running down his leg. ‘Bigger…’ he thought about the other guy actually doing it.

“Yes!” Brandon answered the rhetorical question. “I do.” He seemed to swell even more. Muscles building on muscles. His sleeves of his hoodie pressed hard against his arms while the pouch held against his belly. Weight seemed to be piling onto him the more he expressed his determination. “I want to be bigger.” His hairless face grew a thick beard that quickly lowered towards his pecs. Even a hat appeared on his head turned backwards, fitting the more jock like look.

“Damn…” Ivan’s growled as he felt his dick near throbbing against his leg. He’d always just wanted to be ‘normal’. To be able to look everyone else in the eye and not have them comment on his size all the time. But this asshole actually wanted to be big. “Fine. You wanna be big, I’ll help you get big. Got it?”

“Got it!” Brandon celebrated. He stuck out his massive hand for Ivan. Ivan accepted it. His hand was easily engulfed. “I’ll work really hard! Promise!” Brandon shook harder than he needed to.

“Hmph,” Ivan dismissed when he was finally released. “We’ll see about that.” He stood up from the table and gripped Brandon’s shoulder. “C’mon. We’ll leave them for now.”

“But…” Brandon muttered staring at his tray.

“You can eat later. Right now we train.”

The look in Ivan’s eye seemed to say something completely different. Brandon’s mouth hung open slightly as he realized what was actually going on. In his fit of anger he hadn’t realized just how he felt. But in the calm, he felt it. Just that dismissive angry but prideful look that Ivan was giving him turned him on. He could feel it through his body.

“C’mon,” Ivan squeezed again and headed for the door. 

“Right!” Brandon agreed and followed him like a puppy. His heavy body wrapped around Ivan’s as he followed him. “You’re going to help me get big?” he teased.

“I am. I’ll make sure to train you hard. Harder than you thought possible.”

“Ooooo… So dangerous,” Brandon teased.

Then Ivan tossed turned a corner into the bathroom. He gripped Brandon by the collar of his hoodie and pulled him in as well. Despite the clear size and strength difference, Brandon was easily led in and then pushed against the wall. The athletic 160 pound guy shoved all his weight against Brandon and locked his lips against the bigger guys. His more trimmed beard meshed with the wild untamed one of the football player.

Ivan’s dominance controlled the pace as each time he thrust against the other man, Brandon would follow quickly. But when the kiss broke Brandon was confused. Confused until he saw Ivan drop his pants around his ankles. Brandon’s eyes went wide. “So big…” he mouthed.

“Can’t train that to get any bigger,” he mocked the other guy’s less than average size penis. On anyone else, it would have looked to be an okay size, yet next to Brandon’s thick quads and hefty belly it could almost be overlooked. Ivan spun Brandon around and pushed his face against the wall. 

“Hmph,” Ivan grunted as he felt his finger barely be able to force its way into Brandon’s tight asshole. There’d be no way for him to get his dick inside. He went to his knees and stuck out his tongue.

“I-I-I-Ivan!” Brandon’s voice raised a few pitches with each addition syllable. Feeling the alpha’s tongue against his ass was too much. His fingers and toes curled at the pleasure. He could feel his muscles slowly starting to give out. Despite all his strength he felt so weak and vulnerable with Ivan next to him. 

It was hard for him to hold on as his dick throbbed. But once he felt a finger enter into his asshole it was all over. The blue ceramic walls were painted white while his body thrust back and forth. He couldn’t control it anymore. That sweet tickling sensation that ran up his asshole then through his body was far more than he thought was possible. His hips bucked back and forth with excitement, until he slowly dropped to his knees. “Dang…” he moaned. Brandon flipped over onto his butt and stared up at Ivan, now standing.

“Hmph,” Ivan let out an unsatisfied grunt.

“So big…” Brandon let his awe speak for him.

“Hm--hmph,” Ivan let out an uncontrolled grunt. His body lurched forward as his hands fell against the wall. He wasn’t sure what it was, but the way Brandon just glorified him seemed to have been what he was waiting for. Even if he wanted to plunge his dick deep into that large ass, he suddenly enjoyed the complement far more than he would have expected. “Sorry…” Ivan apologized.

“It’s fine,” Brandon smiled, despite his face being covered. It dripped into his beard. “Not too bad of a look,” he joked as he ran some water over his face. “Though I prefer something a bit more au natural.”

“Right…” Ivan looked over the giant cleaning himself up. ‘Damn he’s sexy…’ the thought just kept running through his mind. “Fine, if you want to get bigger, I’ll help.”

“I know,” Brandon leaned back against the sink. “I could tell by the way you were looking at me.”