One Small Problem, Part 3

I'll be posting Part 4 (the conclusion) of this story in a few days. It's not fully written yet, so if you have ideas you'd like to suggest for it, let me know in the comments below.

My next story will be posted soon, too. It will be "My Pecs," a companion story to My Arms and My Thighs.

Thirty days later, Kyle was becoming impatient with a lack of word from Jonas. His cock was still small, which meant that he was still avoiding sex, and Beef was probably going to leave if he didn't get some action soon. So Kyle felt like he had no choice: he was going to the lab to find out what was taking Jonas so long.

Kyle strode over to the lab area and poked his head in the door. He was surprised to see a different small and scrawny person sitting at Jonas's desk. Kyle wondered if they kept a supply of meek, mousy men in a storage closet and brought new ones out when the old ones got sick or quit.

"Excuse me," Kyle asked as he walked over to the desk where his supposed partner-in-crime used to sit. "Is Jonas here?"

The new person looked up at Kyle and his eyes grew wide – he had heard of others in the lab talking about the hunky salesmen, but he hadn't seen one yet. This stud easily outweighed him by 100 pounds of solid muscle, plus he was very easy on the eyes.

"Um, hi," whispered the lab tech as he stared at the muscles bulging in Kyle's tight white polo shirt. "Jonas doesn't work in this position anymore. Can I help you? My name is Mitch and I'd be willing to do anything you need."

Kyle was so concerned about the first part of Mitch's statement that he didn't hear the enthusiasm to do anything in the second part. "Where does Jonas work now? And why doesn't he work in the lab anymore."

"I am not really sure why he was moved...it’s only my third day working here, and Jonas was transferred last week. But I heard from others that he works in the advertising department now."

Kyle left the lab after the disappointing news from Mitch and headed over to advertising. He asked the Administrative Assistant in the department about Jonas, but he was told that the newest person on the advertising team worked "on call" and currently wasn't in. When Kyle asked why, he was told it was because Jonas only worked when they had photo shoots scheduled.

Kyle was puzzled. "Jonas works on photo shoots now? Why would they need a lab tech on photo shoots?"

Determined to find out, Kyle sweet-talked the secretary and was able to get her to reveal Jonas's home address. He then told his boss he was headed out on a sales call, but instead he was going to see Jonas.

About halfway there, Kyle had a change of heart and decided to hit the gym first. If Jonas was thinking about changing their arrangement or double crossing him, Kyle wanted to make sure he looked his very best in order to sway Jonas back to his side. He changed into his gym clothes in the locker room and hit the weights hard for an intense workout.

He started with his arms, pumping them up to 23 inches of rock-hard muscle, then blasted his chest so that his pecs would be bulging as far out as possible. He continued to hit every body part – shoulders, back, abs, and finally his legs with numerous sets of deadlifts and calf raises.

When Kyle finished the routine two hours later, he looked bigger and felt better than ever. He flexed in the mirror after his shower and lovingly stared at his magnificent 270-pound physique. Then he redressed in his tight white polo and navy-blue work slacks, got back in his car, and headed for the address that the assistant had written down for him.

A few minutes later, he pulled up at a small house with a well-manicured lawn. He walked up onto the porch and heard strange noises coming from within – they were muffled sounding grunts and shouts, and Kyle couldn't tell if the folks making them were experiencing pleasure or pain.

Noting that the front door was ajar and with his curiosity getting the better of him, Kyle entered. The sounds were coming from the basement, so Kyle cautiously descended the stairs. His eyes grew wide when he saw where the noises were coming from.

"What is going on here?" asked Kyle as he continued to walk down the stairs. The newly buff Jonas was easily bench pressing 600 pounds over and over, and Beef was staring lustfully at the formerly scrawny lab tech.

Beef was surprised by the visitor. "Hey, Kyle," he said nervously. "I ran into this guy buying workout clothes and he told me I could come over to see his routine. He's so big...even bigger than you. Like a whole lot bigger all over. I thought he could teach me some exercises to help me keep up with your progress."

Kyle wasn't buying Beef's story, so he turned his glare toward Jonas who had finished his presses and was now sitting up on the bench. "And what's going on with you, Jonas?"

Jonas stood up and Kyle suddenly realized how big he had gotten – Jonas was at least 6'7" tall now, and he had to weigh at least 350 pounds. He was wearing a giant black t-shirt that had the words "Mass Monster" in yellow across his broad chest and a tight pair of black sweatpants. He stood there and bounced his pec muscles a few times but didn't say anything.

Kyle realized it was too late to back down, so he asked again, "Well, what's going on?"

Jonas finally spoke. "Beef, why don't you go upstairs and make me a protein drink, OK? The stuff is all right there on the kitchen counter."

"Sure thing," replied Beef. "You still gonna show me how I can get big like you, though?"

Jonas flexed his biceps and Kyle was amazed at their size and thickness – his own arms were powerful, but the sheer size of Jonas's new muscles was mind-boggling. Jonas put his arm around Beef's butt and pulled him close so that their groins were touching, and then planted a big kiss on Beef's lip. When he pulled back, Jonas answered, "Babe, I'm going to show you everything."

Beef smiled and then hurried up the stairs.

Jonas then turned back toward Kyle and took two steps closer. "Here's the deal – I hated being small, Kyle. All my life I dreamed about becoming a big muscle stud. I even got a job at Vita Life so I could work in the lab and hopefully figure out a way to get huge. And then you come along and stumble into the answer for me, and you tell me exactly how to do it. How could I pass up the opportunity to try it myself? So I took your supplement routine and added some modifications so I could get even bigger than you – you like the results?"

Kyle tried to remain confident, but he felt so small next to the big man. He had trouble thinking about how to respond when all he could see was the Jonas’s massive muscle tits right in front of his face. "But...but...I thought you were going to help me?"

"Well, I sort of helped you, Kyle. I got so big and buff that the company transferred me from the lab to the advertising department – you see, I'm going to be the new face and body of Vita Life. My photo will be on every bottle, and that's gonna help you sell a lot more supplements, right? Maybe make a little bit more on your commissions?"

"But I was up for that job. They told me they weren't going to cast the new pitchman until next month."

"Sorry, little guy. The company prez came to the lab last week, and once he got a gander at all this muscle, and my new cocky attitude, he couldn't help but pick me for the job. I only have to work a few days a year at the photo shoots and they're paying me 10 million dollars."

Kyle was fuming that Jonas had gone back on his word. “I can’t believe you didn’t follow through on your promise.”

"Oh, but I did. I figured out how to grow a super cock using the experimental supplements just like you asked." Jonas then dropped his sweatpants to reveal his massive, foot-long cock. “See, it worked. I’ve got a true porn-star pecker now. It gets even bigger when I’m turned on, and easily taking that gorgeous Beef from you is definitely a turn-on.”

Kyle gasped at the sight of Jonas’s anaconda. "You fucker! You need to stay away from my Beef. He’s mine...got it?”

Jonas laughed as he pulled his pants back up. “You sure you want to take me on, little guy? You want to mess with the biggest, baddest motherfucker around? I can make things real bad for you.”

“Bring it on, asshole,” replied Kyle.

“It’s your last chance to walk away, wimp,” sneered Jonas. “You’re not gonna like how things turn out unless you walk up those stairs right now.”

Kyle’s rage was overpowering his sense of reason. Deep down he knew that Jonas had all the advantages, but his ego was forcing him to take a stand. “I’m not leaving until I get what’s mine.”

Jonas nodded and said, "Then come at me, bro."

Kyle lunged forward, but before he could make any kind of effort to overpower Jonas, his opponent was squeezing his neck. As it turned out, Jonas wasn’t only much bigger than Kyle, but he was much stronger too, and in a few seconds everything around Kyle faded to black.