Prepping for College

When Aaron headed over to his friend’s house they were just supposed to laze around and play video games all day. It was their last summer before college and neither one wanted to do anything productive. The thought of growing up was still too far off from their minds. All they wanted to do was enjoy the moment. 

Aaron knocked on the door but no one answered. “Strange…” normally Trevor would be at the door within a few seconds. Then they’d go upstairs and plop down in front of his TV and not do anything. However, Trevor still needed to open the door. Aaron knocked again and there was still no answer. He pulled out his phone and sent a text. He waited the standard few seconds Trevor always took to respond but nothing. “What’s going on?” he questioned as he saw that his text was still unread.

It was completely unlike Trevor to go even 30 seconds without answering a text let alone a minute without even looking at it. He was going to knock again until he heard some shouting in the backyard. Aaron’s interest piqued as he wandered to the side of the house and looked over the white privacy fence. For some reason he didn’t remember them having one of those. He opened the fence and then stepped through. In the large backyard he could see someone sprinting back and forth between the two fences. His tall lean but muscled body looked amazing as sweat dripped off his smooth skin. All he was wearing were his cleats and football leggings that stopped right below his knees. 

“Trevor..?” Aaron paused as he was recognizing his friend. It didn’t look anything like he’d known. Trevor had always been fat. There was no denying that. His large belly and thick arms were always covered in a hefty layer of bulk. Moreover, he’d never been able to run in his life. Everything just jiggled or bounced when he took a step. But right now, that wasn’t him at all. He looked like could actually play sports. And be damn good at them too. His taller lithe frame looked perfectly muscled but at the same time kind of attractive. Aaron shook his head trying to force the thought out of his mind.

“Aaron!?” Trevor stopped running his sprints and ran over to him. “You have to go.”

“What? Why?”

“You have to go,” Trevor started pushing him back towards the fence. “Now. Before Darren gets back.”

“You’re dad? Why’d you call your dad by his first name?” Aaron was naturally fighting to stay in the back yard. It didn’t make sense. But at the same time he was starting to realize that Trevor was talking about his older brother. But he was an only child. A headache force Aaron to grab his head. “Shit…” 

“Just leave. I’ll talk to you when I can,” Trevor tried to open the gate.

“Hey! Did I say you could stop running?” a voice barked at Trevor.

“No sir,” Trevor’s body stiffened as he dropped Aaron to the ground. He stood up straight. 

Darren looked like he was about to say something but then stopped. Aaron was getting back up from the ground. “Oh,” Darren’s voice raised in surprise. “I didn’t realize you invited your friend over. Aaron, right?” 

“Yeah…” Aaron grumbled as he rubbed his head. All of a sudden things were starting to make sense again as he saw Darren standing there. The muscular giant never wore anything but his dad’s old football jersey. Something about it being really important to his dad; went through his head. Thing is, even without any football pads underneath it, Darren’s muscular body still pushed and pulled at all the seams making the oversized shirt look tiny in comparison. 

Darren let off a bit of a grin. He’d always hated any of Trevor’s friends. ‘Lazy good for nothin’s. Always distracting Trevor from what was important.’ If anything he sounded like an old man based off how much he thought about their future. “Well I’m glad you could make it just in time for practice his practice.”

“Practice..?”

“Yes practice. He’ll be going off to college in a few months. He needs to be ready for anything those coaches are going to throw at him,” Darren said.

“Coaches? All I wanted to do was play video games,” Aaron muttered. He stood there a little bit confused by the insinuation. The thought that he’d ever have a coach never even crossed his mind. He wasn’t even interested in sports video games let alone actual sports. 

“Video games? Pffftttt, you ain’t got time for video games,” Darren mocked. “You’re gonna be training all summer. I don’t want to hear any complaints.”

“Training?! For what!” Aaron shouted. “I don’t play any sports! What am I supposed to be training for?” Despite what felt like a foot difference, Aaron didn’t back down from the bigger man. He stared up at him indignantly. 

Darren just cocked a grin. “I always hated you the most,” he sneered. “Trevor could have wanted to do so much more till you came along.” The malice in his grin softened as he ran his hand through his full head of hair. It was a bit longer than Trevor had ever been allowed to wear. “I don’t know. I always kind of considered bodybuilding to be a sport,” Darren quickly changed the subject. 

Aaron took a step back. He wasn’t sure what Darren was up to. The big guy seemed to have lost it and no matter how much anger Aaron may have had at the moment there was nothing he could do against someone so much larger than him. He didn’t respond, only taking a step back closer to the gate. However, that small headache he’d had earlier was edging at the back of his mind. He tried to ignore the dull pain, unsure what it really was.

“What’s wrong?” Darren continued. “You love bodybuilding. It was the only sport you could ever do. Since you were so short, anything with running was completely out of the question. What are you 5’5”; 5’4”?” Aaron felt odd as he had to tilt his head further and further back to look the bigger man in the eyes. He couldn’t quite understand what was going on. Only that his body suddenly felt really stiff. Somehow like his bones were actually getting smaller. “What? What’s wrong? Am I still too tall?”

Only a light grunt escaped Aaron’s mouth as he tried to fathom what was going on. Of course he couldn’t do any other sports because all the other guys were naturally so much faster than he was. The sheer fact that he was a good 4 to 5 inches shorter than even the average guy in gym class was enough to put him at a greater disadvantage. And the gym was so much easier. He could go at his own pace, focus on strength and just get bigger. With his shorter limbs size was so much easier to get as well.

“What…” Aaron grunted. He looked down at his arms seeing them slowly develop the muscles he was envisioning. He could see them pumping up as blood flowed faster through his veins. They pushed out of his skin and he could see them pulsing with power. His arms rounded out. Hands grew thicker. The shirt he was wearing clung to his body. “What’s… What’s going on?” The headache only doubled as he tried to ignore the new memories, sending him to his knees.

“Going on?” Darren feigned ignorance. “Nothing’s going on. This is how you are. This is how you’ve been. A guy focused his soul on getting bigger. Getting stronger. By any means necessary.”

Aaron wanted to curse as he felt his muscles growing even faster. The fairly large muscles seemed to double in size as Darren finished his sentence. He gripped the ground, digging his fingers into the grass as his muscles bulged with even more power. His shoulders pushed farther out, tearing at his sleeves. He was nearly as wide as he was tall. But still his torso dug down into a perfect V shape to his legs. Each brimming with unbelievable power for his size. Two amazingly thick quads that easily showed off ever one of the four muscles packed tightly together.

However, Aaron still tried to fight off the memories. He was supposed to have just goofed off all the time. Still, an onslaught of memories of him going to the gym every day filled his mind. He’d spend at least an hour and a half in the gym each day working on getting bigger. Getting stronger. Doing whatever it took to get stronger. “Fuck…” he beat his hand into the ground trying to ignore the phrase. The thought of digging a needle into his ass had never crossed his mind before.

“You know I tried to make Trevor forget about you,” Darren continued. He dropped into a squatted position. “But he refused. I was able to change all kinds of things but that was one of them that I still couldn’t do. He just kept fighting it. I guess it’s that I always knew he was gay. That’s not the part that bothered me. I just wanted him to have a better choice in a partner.” 

‘Partner?’ Aaron thought. ‘He must mean training partner.’ A grin crossed his face as he thought about lifting with the handsome football player. Despite being twice as thick as Trevor, they lifted close to the same amount. The 8 inch height difference made Trevor have quite a bit more leverage than he ever was able to do. But so many of those memories weren’t in the gym. He brushed them aside trying to think straight again. It was becoming harder and harder to do. 

“That’s it,” Darren pat Aaron on the back. His hand ran up and down the muscles and he gave it a light massage. “You’ll never think of a woman again. Only about my son. He’ll get that tiny little dick of yours so hard all the time and you won’t be able to think about anyone else.”

A thought of Trevor’s shirtless body running back and forth through the backyard appeared again. Aaron let out a hard moan and his hips naturally thrust upwards. His arms gave out and he positioned his butt nice and high. Darren let out a howl of a laugh. “Damn! I thought I’d have to tell you to be a bottom and there you go doing it all by yourself.” He continued snickering at the idea. 

But Aaron didn’t care. All he could think about was Trevor. Thoughts of them changing together to go work out flooded into his mind. He’d studied that lithe muscular body so long and it’s all he ever wanted. His hands gripped the ground even tighter and then let out a gasp. He had to keep it together but now he couldn’t remember what together was anymore. He bit down and tried to rationalize why he was in Trevor’s backyard.

‘To work out,’ the thought came so naturally to Aaron that he didn’t even question it. He was starting to get more comfortable with the idea. Slowly he pulled himself from the ground and looked at Darren. “What’s up man?” he said as a standard greeting.

“Sup,” Darren smiled as he stood back up to his full 6’5” height. Aaron always wished he could have been as tall as him but he’d just have to be okay with the genes he’d been given. “Trevor’s doing his sprints right now. You’ll just have to wait your turn.” 

“Alright,” Aaron responded. He sat down on the flowerbed wall and watched Trevor run back and forth in the yard. He’d have plenty to keep his attention.