The Bodyguard

“I’m not just some kid!” Grant crossed his arms in the passenger seat of his father’s car. His Russian body guard Ivan had just picked him up from a night club he wasn’t supposed to be at. “I didn’t ask you to pick me up! You shouldn’t have come.”

Ivan had grown used to the boy’s complaining. If his father hadn’t paid him so well he would have put his size and power to better use than babysitting. This boy had been prone to trouble. He seemed to want to put himself in harm’s way. Ivan kept his mouth shut and just let the 19 year old yell at him. He could take it. 

“I’ll call my dad! Tell him you’ve been bullying me! Then you’ll be sorry!” Grant always raised his voice when he was angry.

“Do it,” Ivan threatened. Through his thick Russian accent it sounded far more menacing than it would have come from anyone else. He’d made Grant know perfectly aware that any lie Grant was willing to tell about him he’d be willing to make true. Ivan had been a soldier in his home country and when Grant’s father had found him he was so happy to have someone he could trust. When he moved to the States he worked on being a perfect little soldier for Grant’s father. Well, little would be a bit of an oxymoron, as his 6’6” 260 pound muscle bear status made it nearly impossible for anyone to consider him little. He had the grip of as strong as any national strongman and able to move as quickly as a boxer. Both his strength and speed made him one of the best people protecting you and most terrifying when seeing his fist flying towards your face.

“Do it,” he mocked Ivan’s accent putting away his phone again. He repeated it a few more times in different voices. Those two words had completely destroyed his pride. But it’d also gotten him to calm down again. “I just don’t get why she’d think you’d want to be me…”

“Dah,” Ivan agreed. However that was one of the few times he had ever lied to Grant. There were very few times in his career where he would need to lie. But to himself, he couldn’t deny wanting to live like the people he worked for. They provided more than he could ever need that’s for sure but being able to afford the pent house suites or relax in the giant mansion watching soccer on their massive TV screens sounded so much better. But that woman had pegged him in an instant as he pulled Grant away from her. He was just happy Grant hadn't heard the second part. After Grant had flashed her his money and she was clearly not impressed. Another guy was quickly approaching her and there was no reason there should have been a confrontation. But in that single second she had read him better than people who had worked with him for years. “She have boyfriend. It never work.”

“I guess…” Grant shrugged his shoulders and leaned more into the seat. “She was still hot though. She said she was going to put a curse on me. How crazy is that!?” he laughed at the idea. “I hear the crazy ones give the best blowjobs!” 

Ivan simply stared forward. He had no comment. They were approaching the hotel’s garage. Grant hopped out of the car and ran for the elevator. Ivan’s long casual stride made it so he was never far behind. He stood a half foot behind Grant in the elevator hands held in front of his body. His stature would have intimidated anyone who was to get onto the elevator. 

“How do you think she would curse me?” Grant asked breaking the silence.

“Magic is not real,” Ivan grunted back.

Grant huffed thinking Ivan wasn’t any fun. “Okay. Fine. But what do you think she would do?”

“She make you big dumb brute,” Ivan almost looked like he smiled for the first time. 

“You think she could do that!?” Grant said almost excitedly. “Then I wouldn’t need you following my ass around all day. Hell, I’d probably be the one protecting you!” He shadowboxed the air as they closed in on the hotel room they were staying in. He couldn’t keep his energy down. “I think I’m going to take a shower,” Grant said going into the bathroom.

“Dah,” Ivan grunted moving into the room. He turned on a soccer game knowing he had a good half hour before Grant would be back out of the shower.

Grant closed the door. “Dumbass…” he groaned looking over himself in the mirror. He was never the most attractive guy in high school he knew that. Without his money he was nothing. But now Ivan was bearing down on him. He was making impossible to have a social life. “If I was him I’d be doing so much more,” Grant grinned. He flexed in the mirror watching his scrawny body flex. He had to admit that he was a bit jealous of Ivan too. Just thinking about Ivan’s massive body in his tight black shirt and blues jeans was enough to get him a hard on. ‘I’m not gay,’ he’d remind himself each time it’d happen. ‘Just admiring the male physique.’

It didn’t matter that right now he was currently hard thinking about how much bigger his body guard was than him. Or how he was currently imagining himself with all that muscle. But as he took his shirt off to examine himself he couldn’t help but see hair start growing on his chest. “Knew I was a late bloomer,” he ran his fingers through it but it was growing at a more alarming rate. Just running his hands through it, his hair had grown almost twice as long and thick. “What the…?” His mind was racing as he tried to figure out what was going on.

Grant took a step back analyzing his entire body. He didn’t look the same as he did even a few seconds ago. Hair had grown all over his body, all the way up his forearms and down his legs. What had been almost baby soft skin was now covered everything. Then his eyes caught what was hiding underneath that hair. He lifted his arms up and tried to flex. A deep indention showing off his bicep. Even as he flexed he could see the 13 inches grow another inch wider. Then another inch.

“If I looked like this that girl would have probably like me more,” Grant grinned at his growing masculinity. He could feel the strength growing in his body as he flexed a little more his body. The added bulk looked really good on him. He pushed out his pecs and watched them in front of him. “Damn…” he cursed running his hand through his shaggy hair. But as he pulled his hand back down he started to worry. Several long blond streaks of hair were on his hand. “Huh?” his voice sounded deeper and a bit slower. 

His eyes shot to the top of his head. His long blond surfer boy hair was falling out even faster. Only short salt and pepper hair remained, trimmed and cut to a perfect length. Even the blond hair on his arms had taken a darker color. Turning nearly pure black with a few white hairs here and there showing his age. His eyes drifted around the rest of his body as he noticed his skin starting to dry out and wrinkle. It’s just that his skin didn’t have the same shine as it had just seconds before. 

He was still big. He was still buff. Just not as cut as he had been when he was younger. Abs were hidden behind a layer of fat and his pecs sagged ever so slightly. “I’m older,” Grant couldn’t help but feel like it didn’t sound like him who’d said it. 'I'm 20?!' a thought entered his head but left as the sound of his voice distracted him. There was an accent that he felt like he recognized but couldn’t remember who had it. “Dah. Still strong. Stronger than most.” He flexed his 20 inch biceps still proud of the size he maintained even past his forties. It was still a little stressful but he was able to do it.

Memories flooded his mind of working out and training in his home country. He could remember all the drill and learning how to take a man down no matter the size. Sure he was far larger than most but there was always the case he would find someone bigger. ‘But I’m not Ivan!’ a thought shot through his head. He let out a single belly laugh. “Course I’m not Grant,” he could only think about that girl must have still been messing with his head. Ivan took the chance to take a quick shower running his hands over his body. It felt so good to be able to relax if only for a minute.

He stepped out of the shower and pulled on his tight black shirt and pants. Staring for a second in the mirror he couldn’t help but feel something was a bit off. He ignored the feeling and stepped back into the bedroom of the hotel. “All done,” his eyes went over to the TV. Grant was watching the highlight reel of the most recent Russian soccer game. A shot of joy shot through his body as blood rapidly rushed to his dick. He stood at attention covering his dick just as he always did. He’d been around so many men this one would be no different. 

Grant turned around on the bed and still looked a little confused. His young boyish face never had the wrinkles of hard work. Ivan envied that about him. “Hey… Uhhh… Ivan... Is there something different?” Grant asked.

“Different?” Ivan didn’t know what he meant. 

“Uhh… Don’t worry about it. I turned on the soccer game cause I know you really like it. Just wanted to say sorry for how I acted tonight. But... I know this might be weird... But would you help me work out sometime?” Grant stood up and flexed in the mirror. His scrawny body had barely any muscle on it that even normal sized clothes seemed too big. But this was the first time Ivan had seen him so uncomfortable by it. “I just want to be a little bigger, you know?”

“Dah,” Ivan said dutifully. However Grant seemed to be acting so strangely at the moment. “Is something different?” he asked again through his thick accent.

Grant just laughed at the question. “Guess not,” he shrugged.