Second Chance

Dale had been going to the gym for a good number of years now. He’d always taken his fitness pretty seriously and never wanted to have his doctor tell him otherwise. Growing old gracefully just felt right. Even with his white hair and older age he always felt like he looked just as good as any of the other guys there. However it was never good enough for Alex. The 20 year old just never looked interested in him. It didn’t matter how much Dale tried to show off, Alex would only ever see him as a helpful gym buddy.

And just like always, Dale spotted the younger man staring at some of the bodybuilders while he walked on the treadmill. “How’s it going?” he asked in a friendly manner. 

“Good… Good…” Alex smiled. But his eyes didn’t shift off the other guys in the gym. He clearly hadn’t learned the art of the glance yet. Or maybe he didn’t care.

“Sounds like it,” Dale smiled as he walked next to him. “I’m glad you’re still checking out the sights.”

Alex blushed at the thought. “Yeah… They’re just so hard not to look at.” He stared lustfully at one of the regulars flexing in the mirror. Of course the big guy tried to act like he wasn’t but the bulge in his muscle and the way his veins popped out even more made it pretty obvious.

“Yeah,” Dale agreed. “They sure do grow them big now.” There were always guys who wanted to be big but now it seemed like there were so many more who just were. He couldn’t deny that it did make the gym a bit nicer place to look around in. 

Alex let out a bit of a laugh. His eyes were still trained on one particular bodybuilder. He’d scheduled every day to be there when Hank was working out. “Mmmmhhmmm…” Alex trailed off.

“I see you’ve got your eye on one,” Dale wasn’t about to give up. “Don’t think he’s much interested in you though.”

“You don’t think so? Someone cute as me could easily get a guy to like him.”

Dale found himself agreeing as he’d done the same thing towards Alex. After seeing the young man struggling at first to get the workout right but still keeping up with it, Dale couldn’t help but be a bit interested. He just wished that longing look he gave the others would have been directed at him from time to time. “I guess not… But what about other guys?” 

“Other guys?” Alex looked at him with a smile. It was far from a subtle comment and not the first time he’d been asked out. “Look… You’re a nice guy and all but… Well… I’m kind of more interested in other guys. I don’t want it to be mean… It’s just… Well… I kind of want someone closer to my age.”

“Right,” Dale stiffened as he said it. The near 40 year age gap did mean they had a lot of differences. However, that didn’t stop most guys from still wanting to have a good time. Alex was different though. He wanted a relationship. And after all these years, Dale kind of felt the same way. He’d spent so much time just pursuing around that he’d ended up all alone again. “I get it.”

“Thanks,” Alex smiled. He hopped off the treadmill and went to start his workout. Dale couldn’t help but watch his small tight but sway back and forth with each step. The smaller guy clearly knew how to show off what he was working with even if he hid behind a more passive demeanor. 

That still put Dale into a tight spot again. He’d just been rebuffed again. However looking over at Hank he couldn’t help but want to go with a more drastic plan. It was something he hadn’t done in years. And last time it’d been against an asshole. He didn’t know much about this guy and wondered if it would still feel as good to merge and then take over his body. Years ago when he’d found the spell in the middle of nowhere it’d been fun to test out. He’d been told it was very powerful but wasn’t sure how much he believed it. 

But when he got back home he still wanted to try it out. He’d found one of his former bullies and asked him if he wanted to see a magic trick. Upon doing so he chanted the words and felt the world around them change. Ever so slightly but enough to make both of the bully a bit worried. Dale on the other hand felt powerful. He thrust his hand out and dug it into the other man’s chest. Instantly it sank in and he could feel himself taking over. Their skin merged together and he watched as the other man struggled against his new found power. But Dale’s body just kept going deeper into him. Combining more and more. Sharing the bully’s handsome muscular features with his own. 

More of their skin combined and then he found himself looking down at the new frame. He stood a good couple inches taller. He could feel the power in his new found body while his bully’s consciousness seemed to fade away. Dale let out a smirk as he thought about it again. That was nearly 40 years ago now. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would do to him now. He hopped off the treadmill and crossed the gym.

He had a bit of a swagger in his step as he tried to hide the bulge that was currently growing in his shorts. Grabbing some weights nearby he started pumping out a few reps. Nothing too crazy but enough to have a reason to be next to the bodybuilder. Hank’s shirt was currently attached to his body as sweat dripped down his round muscles. Dale could smell his BO from the several feet he stood away. The guy knew what he was doing and wasn’t going to let anything stop him from getting bigger. He’d clearly been working out for years but also had been clearly on something. That something may have made him big but it’d also given him a bit of a bloated gut underneath his defined abs. 

“Hey,” Dale said as he finished his set. He’d timed it perfectly to stop when Hank had.

“Hey,” Hank grunted back. He posed for another picture to pose online, flexing his massive muscles. He clearly was preoccupied with other than Dale. “Damn it… Still not right.” He tried posing again. Looking like he wasn’t trying to show off but to anyone who was looking they could tell. His muscles bulged as they were flexed and even a few veins popped out. He took another picture and then grumbled again.

“Something wrong?” Dale pried. 

The bodybuilder looked down at the older man staring up at him. He paused, thinking about whether or not to say anything. “Do you think I’m big?” Hank asked. His 18 inch arms and chest pressing hard against his shirt should have made it obvious. He towered over most everyone in the gym and could easily lift as much as anyone who was about to step on stage. There was no way he’d been able to easily touch his shoulders or back in years yet he still thought he was some.

Dale’s eyes flashed a malicious idea but he quickly fixed it. He had his in. All he needed was the guy to agree to the spell. He didn’t have to tell him what it’d actually do. “Ehh… I’d say you’re pretty big… Yeah, you’re pretty big,” Dale pushed. “I mean you are bigger than most the guys here.”

“Fuck… I knew it,” his body seemed to go limp as he said it. He didn’t like the word most. “Doesn’t matter what I get on… Nothing seems to work for me at all. God damn it…” 

“Hey now,” Dale ran his hand across his wide back. ‘Is he really this emotional!?’ the thought flashed through his mind. He tried to keep his excitement down as Frank didn’t move from under his grasp. “Don’t beat yourself up too much. I’m sure you’ve got plenty of time to still grow. How long have you been at this? A year? Maybe two? I’m sure when you really start getting into it you’ll get a lot bigger.” He tried to emphasize just how small the guy obviously thought he was.

“You think I’ve only been at this a year? Aww… Fuck… I’m really that small?” He head fell into his hands as he thought about it more. It didn’t matter that he was bigger than nearly everyone in the gym, he thought he was small. 

“Don’t be like that,” Dale sat down next the bodybuilder and ran his arm around his other shoulder. “You’re not that small…”

“Your just saying that,” he whined.

“No really. I’m not,” Dale forced it out making it sound like a lie. He made a weird sound and then stood up. His thick body waddled to the locker room door. “Hey. What if I could make you even bigger?” The bodybuilder paused. He held onto the doorknob.

“What.”

“What if I could make you bigger?” Dale said. “I know it might sound a bit silly but I know some magic. And there’s this spell I have that can help make you bigger.”

“Are you making fun of me?” his voice deepened. Hank gripped the handle even tighter. Clearly the thought was mulling around in his head but he didn’t want to admit it. 

“No!” Dale threw his hands up. “I’d never. What could an old man like me do to you? Do you really think I’d ever make fun of you?” 

The bodybuilder just grunted. “I don’t know. A lot of people make fun of me.”

“Well that’s not good,” Dale said. He tried to sound sincere but it was so corny that it was hard to. However the bodybuilder seemed to like it. 

“You think?” he looked over his broad shoulder.

Dale flashed a malicious grin. “I know so.” He stood up and stood in next to Hank. “All I’m trying to do is help you out. I know you want to be bigger and well… I wouldn’t mind seeing you get bigger either. I know it sounds a bit silly but why don’t you let me try the spell.”

Something inside the bodybuilder was telling him just to leave it. But then he couldn’t help but remember Pascal’s Wager. ‘Would there really be any harm in not agreeing?’ he thought to himself. ‘Worst thing is I don’t get any bigger. Right?’ He mulled it over a bit more and then leaned against the door leading into the locker room. “Alright,” he said to Dale. “Why not?”

“Very good!” Dale smiled. “I’ll make sure you get nice and big.” 

“Ok,” he laughed a bit uncomfortably at the idea. It was a bit odd. People didn’t really talk about magic anymore but Dale seemed overly confident that it was real. “You can do whatever.”

“Good,” Dale’s smile flashed to something a bit more sinister as he starting chanting the ancient words. The power seemed to change the entire presence of the room. The lights seemed to dim. The room felt smaller. Hank backed up against the door. He didn’t know what was going on but he knew it was bad. Then Dale stopped. 

“Woah…” the bodybuilder stared blankly. His mouth hung open while he tried to figure out what just happened. “So I’m supposed to start growing now?”

“Sort of…” Dale said. “I just need you to take off your shirt.”

“What? But we’re still in the gym.” Hank looked around but no one seemed to be moving. It was like the world had stopped. The other gym goers were stuck in their motion while him and Dale could still move.

“It’s just part of the spell. Just take off your shirt.”

“Alright…” Hank did as he was told. It was always a bit of a struggle for him as he had to shimmy back and forth to get the fabric off him. He’d focused far more on size than flexibility. His arms dropped back down to his sides and his heavy chest settled. The two massive pecs jiggled as he did so. “There… But why did I have to take my shirt off?

“So I can do this,” before the big guy could react, Dale pushed his hand into the other man’s chest. The bodybuilder reacted and felt the pressure against his body. 

“What the hell?!” he’d never felt anything like that before. It was like he’d just been punched but at the same time it didn’t hurt at all. “What the hell was that?” his confusion turned to anger as he glared down at the old man. The more he looked the more he realized something was wrong. He’d never been able to look down much past his pecs, but right now he could still see the other man’s arm in between them.

The more he looked, the more scared he got. “Where’s your hand!?” he tried to pull away. He stared in bewilderment as he tried to rationalize what was going on. It didn’t seem to make any sense. The older man’s arm was clearly in front of him but his hand was gone. And then it pulled even closer. He tried to take a step back but Dale followed with him. “What’s going on?!” panic filled his voice as he gripped the arm. With all his strength he tried pulling it back out of his body but it only seemed to pull further in. His hands easily wrapped around Dale’s arm and but he couldn’t pull the other man out.

“Don’t you worry about it,” Dale smiled. “It’ll be all over soon…”

“What’s going to be over!?” he tried pulling again but nothing seemed to work. It didn’t matter how much he struggled. Dale was already past his elbow and seemed to keep disappearing. “What’s going… On..?” his mind was starting to get a little hazy. The feeling was starting to feel nice as he drifted off. He didn’t have to think. He could just enjoy the sensation of being big.

“Don’t worry about it big guy,” Dale said. “I’ll make sure you get nice and big.”

“Yeah… Nice and… Big,” thoughts of him being one of those famous guys for just having an Instagram filled his mind. Dale forced more of his body into him. He could feel the warm embrace of the other body. His body sank deeper in between the bodybuilder’s massive chest. The feeling was sublime as Dale felt his body able to control more of Hank’s.

He could move the thick muscular arms and felt just why someone like Hank would want to feel so big. Even in a relaxed state, his body took up so much room. The more Dale was pulled in the more he wanted to be bigger just like Hank. His body was almost completely in. He closed his eyes letting the last of his feet and hands absorb completely into the other man’s body. 

“Damn,” Dale cursed. His voice was deeper and had taken over Hank’s tone. However, the belly the other man had gotten from clearly poor eating habits was starting to soften up. He could see the six ab’s pushing down, giving him a perfect V-taper. What surprised Dale more was that his muscles were starting to grow. He see them pulsing and pumping up with more strength. He flexed his arm and watch the 18 inch arm grow to be closer to 20. Meanwhile his already heavy chest just seemed to push out even further.

The two round muscles just pushed out even further. Even slightly moving he could see them bounce. A smirk crossed his lips as he bounced them a little more. Their dedication to the gym seemed to have combined and then multiplied, giving him an amazing body. However, the time stop was starting to move again. He leaned over and grabbed the shirt Hank had dropped on the floor. 

“Shit…” he growled as he did his best to put it back on. It was one of the tradeoffs of being so big, his body couldn’t move as fluidly as it had been. “Get on… Damn it. Get on,” he tried copying the shimmying method that Hank had pulled off and the shirt slowly started to cover his body. The growth seemed to make it almost pointless though. It was riding up his abs and even his shorts felt incredibly tight. His eyes caught Alex staring at him and then those shorts became even tighter. 

Their eyes locked and then Alex tried looking away. Dale let out a grin knowing what the boy was doing. Their face seemed to have merged together, keeping Dale’s more rugged appearance and thick jawline but with Hank’s more handsome eyes and thicker hair. Alex couldn’t help but keep his eyes glancing over at Dale’s newer body. He looked like he was almost touching himself right then and there. Dale took the chance and started walking over there. Even if he was still dripping with sweat, he didn’t care. 

If anything, Alex probably would have liked that even more. He watched as Alex tried to play coy, but the young man was terrible at it. His body stiffened as Dale stood over him. “Hey,” he smiled.

“Hey,” Alex squeaked.

“Look,” Dale breathed, “I don’t like to play around. You keep looking at me every day. I see it every time I come in here. You pick your perfect little spot and then stare at me while I’m working out.”

Alex gulped. “I’m sorry… I won’t do it anymore!”

“Don’t do it anymore?” Dale smirked. He leaned in closer and whispered into Alex’s ear. “Who said anything about that? I’m just so damn tired of only seeing you in here.” He lowered his head slightly giving the other man a nip on his neck. Alex squirmed in his grasp as his mind was clearly overloading with all kinds of thoughts of what was happening. He couldn’t believe what was going on. Dale’s grip tightened around his wrist. “Well? How about we go somewhere else?”

Alex’s mind went blank and he let out a nod. “Ye-yeah,” he stammered out. The feeling was crazy as he followed the guy he’d been staring at for months currently leading him back into the locker room. 

All the while Dale could feel himself getting hard at the prospect. His slightly above average dick seemed to have almost doubled and he could feel it in his shorts. The thick wade of meat was pushing hard against the fabric of his underwear, forcing the slight waddle from his thighs to be even wider. He tried his best to hide his excitement as he went deeper into the locker room. There weren’t many other guys there but he still wanted to make sure he had enough alone time. He pushed Alex against the lockers and stared into the small man’s wide eyes.

A cock of his eyebrow was all he needed as he leaned down and started making out with the other man. Alex couldn’t keep his hands from running around his new muscles. He ran them up and down Dale’s thick arms but they quickly found their way up his shirt, testing the strength of his pecs. The motion softened to a light twirling around his nipples as their kiss drew even deeper. Dale felt his body reacting to the sensation. 

He did his best to keep the tough stoic look. At least it was far better than what Hank had been able to do. His piercing eyes was enough to send Alex over. “Don’t,” he scolded as he felt Alex’s body almost jerk. 

Alex tried his best to calm himself down but the sheer excitement was too much. Even without touching himself the constant throbbing of his dick was too much to handle. He couldn’t hold himself back much as he felt the presence of Dale surrounding him. The huge bodybuilder dwarfed him in size and he still couldn’t believe what was happening. However the kiss broke and Alex found his hands dipping from the firm meaty pecs, down past Dale’s abs and into his shorts. His eyes went wide as he felt the massive member in there.

The thick rod could barely be grasped by his two hands. Dale let out a grunt but held his composure. “Go on,” he ordered. Alex’ did his best to please the other man but Dale’s stern face made it hard to tell. All he could go on was the light moans and groans he hid behind it. Each one made Alex happy. He didn’t want to stop. He pressed on harder watching the strong man slowly succumb to his grasp. He slowly upped the speed with each pass.

Watching Dale try his best to stay in charge, to keep his authority over him, was so fun. The light smirk from the side of his mouth. The light fading from his eyes. He was trying his best to enjoy the sensation as long as possible. Keep it from tearing him out. But then all at once it came. His body jerked hard and he felt his mind go blank. Thrust after thrust he unloaded more and more jizz into the jock strap he was wearing. It filled the small pouch. 

Alex let out a wide toothy grin at what he’d just done. The sheer pleasure on Dale’s face from his job well done was enough satisfaction he needed. Dale slowly came back down from his high and returned to his dominant posture. He rounded his arm around the other man’s shoulder and led him back to his locker. “Damn,” he complemented. “That was awesome.”

“Yeah?” Alex sat on the bench pleased with himself. Watching Dale undress in front of him was enough to get him going again. It was hard not to touch himself as he watched the bodybuilder drop his shorts revealing the tight muscular ass then turn around to see just what he’d been grabbing. Again his eyes went wide. It was the only thing they could do as they tried to take in the presence of the beer can thick dick that pushed a good 9 or 10 inches from his waist. His asshole clenched at the thought.

“Yeah man! And here you thought you’d never want to be with me,” Dale gloated. He enjoyed watching Alex trace each and every one of his muscles with his eyes. 

“I don’t know if I’d ever say that…” Alex’s eyes had glazed over.

“Yeah I guess not,” Dale raised his arm for a flex. “C’mon buddy. You’re about to be my boyfriend.”