A Shine for the Big Guy

Hey, Dan, do you have time for one more shine tonight?

You do? Great. I want these 17s to look their best for a meeting early tomorrow.

A question? Sure, shoot.

Well, I’m 6’5, and lately my weight has been hovering around 360.

How did I get so big? Well, let me tell you…I wasn’t always this way. Growing up I was taller than most of the kids in my grade, but I was really skinny. If you looked up the world “beanpole” in the dictionary, you would have seen a photo of me there. I was this tall by the time I was 16 but only weighed 150 pounds.

Yeah, less than half what I weigh now. But after graduation, things began to change. I was…well, a little bit lost. I knew I didn’t want to go to college, but I had no idea what I did want to do. I sort just hung around my parent’s house, stealing whatever I could get away with from their liquor cabinet, and smoking a lot of weed. And eating a lot of food. So as you can guess, I ended up gaining a lot of weight.

No, Dan, it wasn’t muscle at all. Just pure lard…My ass spread wide and my gut blew up and blew out of all my clothes – seriously, it jiggled over my belt and fell right out of the bottom of my shirts. My weight climbed up to 200 pounds, and may parents got really worried. They quickly got me a membership to a gym and forced me to go every day.

Yes, that’s when the muscle started to show up. At first I thought I was going to stick to the treadmill to burn off the flab, but that weight room was just calling my name.

Like a siren song, exactly, Dan. I wandered in one day and never really left. It became my second home. I got myself a training program and started pumping out as many reps as I could on every exercise – squats, deadlifts, curls, you name it – and I freaking fell in love with lifting weights. I loved the pump I got in my muscles, I loved getting stronger, and I loved seeing my body begin to change. My chest began to really pop, my arms bulged out, and the size of my quads really blew up. But the best part was my gut shrunk down into a nice set of abs, and my ass…well, it tightened up real nice. Everything started to look pretty good, if I do say so myself.

How much did I weigh? Well, at first, the balance of losing fat and gaining muscle kept my weight the same….right around 200 pounds. But after another few months of lifting, it started to climb. 210, 220, 230…all 100% Grade A muscle. I was really getting strong, and the other lifters at the gym took notice as I began to surpass them. My first week in the weight room I couldn’t even bench press 100 pounds, but by this point I was doing 405 for 10 reps. I was also squatting over 600 and leg pressing over 800.

You’re right about that, Dan – my attitude changed, too. I got a lot more confident and assertive. I wouldn’t say cocky, but I didn’t hold back and bottle things up like I used to. If someone was bothering me before, for example, I wouldn’t do anything to make a scene. But after I got bigger, I became a lot more vocal if something was upsetting me. All it took would a be a few choice words, a sneer, and a quick flex of my guns, and nobody would fuckin’ cross me. And I certainly wouldn’t tolerate any bullies taking advantage of people.

Ha! Yeah, I thought I was quite the badass, even though I was still only about 240 pounds. But I was strong and sure of myself, and anytime I saw another lifter making fun of or trying to take advantage of one of the smaller guys, I made it known that kind of thing was not going to be tolerated in my presence. The first time it happened, I had just finished a set of curls and my arms were super-jacked. Just bulging like never before. I walked up to this guy – he was maybe around 180 or 190 – who was taunting a smaller man who was closer to 120 or 130. I grabbed the bigger guy by his shirt and just fuckin’ hoisted him off the ground. I told him that he needed to stop what he was doing immediately or he’d have to deal with me, and he got the message pretty quick. I thought I had gotten some of my sweat on his shorts when I lifted him past my chest, but it turned out had had gotten so scared of my power that he pissed himself.

Well, you know, I never saw that bully again. He either moved to another gym or stopped working out altogether. I hope it was the latter. I hope he’s just sitting in his apartment getting smaller and weaker every day – that’s what he deserved. To transform into a wimp who couldn’t ever bully anyone ever again.

The little guy? Well, he was so appreciative he bought me two protein shakes that night. He said a hunk like me needed some extra protein to keep me growing. Word got around quickly at the gym, and the other smaller men always let me know if someone was picking on them, and I became the resident bully-chaser.

Yeah, they all thanked me. Some bought me my favorite supplements, some got me new clothes, which was super helpful because as I continued to beef up, I kept hulking out of my old shirts and pants. Some just gave me cash. Some liked to go a little further and thank me with a handjob or a BJ…and you know, that’s ALWAYS appreciated. It was not just nice in the moment, but also nice that it again made me feel more confident sexually. I didn’t have a lot of experience in that area before I got big, and then suddenly every guy wanted to be with me. I learned a lot from those little guys about different kinds of positions, and how to have the best – or maybe a better word is most explosive – orgasm. My cock had grown quite a bit as I had gotten bigger – I think the HGH I tried really helped me down there, too – but I wasn’t really able to use it to its greatest power until all those little guys taught me some lessons.

How many times did it happen? Well, what you need to know was that it wasn’t just the little guys in the gym asking for protection. They told their friends, and I ended up taking care of bullies all over town. I liked it at first – the attention, the testosterone rush, and the sex that usually came afterward – but eventually I felt like I needed to get a real job. I was still living with my parents and mooching off them, and I had a real body but not a real life. Bully-chaser wasn’t going to get me to the next level, you know.

That’s a good guess, Dan, and you’re exactly right. One of the little guys got me a job – I started working as a security guard for his company. Same company I work for now. I would get up each day and work out, and then head to the office at 4:00pm and work until midnight. At this point I was close to 300 pounds – still all muscle, and so of course my uniform looked amazing on me. Skin-tight polyester shows every bulge, you know. As the employees would leave the building each night at 6:00pm, I felt all their eyes on me. And truth be told, If I didn’t have to work another 6 hours, I probably would have gone home with some of them.

Yeah, I did like making it with men smaller than me. Men just about your size, Dan. Once we’re together I just sort of feel like a giant of muscle and like to overwhelm them with my body. It gets me hard just thinking about it!

Am I still a security guard? Nah, that didn’t last long. The company manufactures big and tall clothing, and when the president first saw me working as a security guard, he immediately offered me a side gig as a model for their clothes. I got photographed wearing several different outfits, and I have to tell you…I made those clothes look really good. After putting the pictures up on their website, everything sold out fast. Like faster than any other items they’ve ever sold. The salesmen started asking me to accompany them to meetings with different stores to model the stuff in person, and I was happy to do so. Within a few months I became a salesman myself, and a few months later I was the TOP salesman at the company. Stores were literally begging for the stuff I sold, and to make personal appearances. Within two years of starting as a security guard, I’m now Executive VP of Sales and being fast-tracked to the Presidency when the current one retires in a few years.

Yeah, well, I kept growing my body like I grew my career. I’m now up to 360, and honestly, I think I’m going to keep trying to get bigger. I used to think I’d max out around 250 or so, but that was 100 pounds ago! Can you imagine me with 400 pounds of muscle? Maybe 450?

I know, Dan, it’s hot to fantasize about growing, but it’s even better when those dreams come true. I like being not only the big man in the room, but the fuckin’ biggest in the room. I like it when people’s eyes bug out when they first see me, and when they get so overwhelmed with my pheromones that they almost pass out. I love it when they ask me to flex, or tell me how horny my body makes them. Sometimes guys even tell me that I made them cum just by looking at me – that is like the ultimate compliment, you know, because I worked so hard for this muscle. I like everything about being as big as a mountain, and I never, ever want to lose that.

Hey, the shoes do look great, Dan. Thanks for the shine. Listen, are you closing up after me?

Well, hey, how about I take you out to dinner as your tip? I know a great steakhouse nearby that you’ll love. We can both load up on some protein and see where the night takes us.

I’m glad you said yes, Dan. Have you ever spent time with guy flexing his 27-inch rock-hard arms, or smothering you under his 80-inch chest? Or how about crushing you with 38-inch thighs? Or letting you play with his 12-inch cock? I know you’ve polished a lot of shoes, Dan, but I bet you’ve never polished something this big before.

Well, you’re not going to regret it, I promise you.