Sweet Revenge, Part 3

One month later, unfortunately, the only change with Nick was that he had gotten even fatter than before. The constant eating of protein hadn't added any muscle to his frame, but rather changed right into 20 pounds of lard that had settled on his already massive gut and butt. His clothes were now stretched to the max, and though grateful for the wonderful food that Patrick had been feeding him, he felt worse than ever for getting even fatter.

Patrick also felt really bad, thinking that for sure that Nick would have the same reaction as Gus did on his all-protein diet and transform into a superhunk. He spent a few days watching Gus's routine very closely to see if he did anything else that might contribute to his muscle physique, and the only thing he noticed was that the big Greek took a multi-vitamin every night before going to bed. It wasn’t any special brand, just one that he got at a local health food store, but maybe it was the one special element that combined with the protein to make him big and strong?

The next day, Nick came over to Gus's house after he left for work and was planning to tell Patrick that he didn't want to come over for breakfast anymore because of the weight gain. Patrick agreed it wasn't working, but he wanted Nick to have one last special breakfast and to take a multi-vitamin with it to see if it made him feel better.

Nick agreed, and swallowed the vitamin before downing his steak and eggs. As he finished, he turned to Patrick, who was over at the sink washing the dishes, and said, "What kind of vitamin was that, Patrick?"

"Just one that Gus buys at the local health food store." He went over to the cabinet, grabbed the bottle, and showed Nick the label. "Why? Do you feel any different?"

Nick smiled. "I really do. I feel...energized. Awake. And really different. I'm not sure how to describe it, but I feel good."

Patrick also smiled. "Really? Maybe this vitamin did make a difference...and maybe now you'll grow muscles like Gus. You think you want to me to continue feeding you and add this vitamin to your daily routine?"

“No, I think I will take the whole bottle right now,” replied Nick.

Patrick laughed, and turned back to the sink to finish the dishes. What he didn't realize was that Nick wasn't kidding, and he downed the entire bottle of vitamins while guzzling his glass of whole milk.

A few seconds later, he heard Nick grunting and turned to see him standing near the table. He also noticed that the bottle of vitamins was empty.

"Dude? Did you..."

"I did, and I feel 1,000 times more awesome!" replied Nick. "I feel like a real he-man...so strong and so virile!"

Patrick eye's grew wide as he witnessed the sudden transformation. Thick dark hair sprouted up on Nick's balding head, until it was about the same length as Gus's, and he grew a dark beard and mustache, too. His head began to move upward as he got taller, growing quickly from 5'6 to 6'4, the same height as his twin brother. Patrick could see Nick's tiny legs growing longer and thicker until they stretched the cotton of his workout shorts to their limit.

"Oh, God, this feels so amazing, Patrick. Look at how tall I am!"

Patrick didn't respond verbally, but his cock sure did, growing bigger and bigger as Nick grew bigger and bigger. The sleeves of Nick's shirts filled with muscle, and Nick flexed to see how they would respond. Massive biceps blew through the fabric, easily passing 20 inches around.

Nick's chest also inflated, replacing the saggy moobs with big beefy pecs that Nick could bounce up and down, and his jiggly belly deflated until it no longer stuck out of his baggy shirt. Nick reached down and pulled off the garment, revealing a rock-hard midsection that looked just like the one Gus had.

Finally, the last thing to grow was Nick's love muscle, which began to bulge inside his now-tight shorts until it grew so long that it snaked out of the bottom.

"Wow, Nick, you look exactly like Gus now!"

Nick looked down and took a long look at his body. "I guess I do, huh? But I don't want to just look like him, I also want to know if I can make love like him."

Patrick walked over to the newest hunk in the neighborhood and also took a long look at Nick's body. "Well, you've certainly got all the tools to perform. How much experience do you have in the bedroom?"

Nick blushed. "None, I'm afraid. I was hoping that a stud like you could teach me a few things."

"You...you like men, too?"

The big stud nodded. "Gus and I are identical twins, and we also have identical taste in boyfriends. You are the kind of guy I have always dreamed about, Patrick."

Now it was Patrick's turn to blush. He wordlessly took Nick by the hand and led him into Gus's bedroom. They both removed their clothes and slid into the big bed, and Patrick gave Nick a few pointers on what to do and how to do it. Over the next four hours they made love six times, stopping only to refuel with Power Bars and Gatorade from time to time. It was incredibly erotic for Patrick, and so much more fulfilling than the rough bangs he had been experiencing with Gus.

After the sixth climax, both men were thoroughly wiped out. They laid on the bed and started talking.

"Do you think I'm just as big as Gus now?" asked Nick.

Patrick nodded. "Definitely. You seem to be exactly the same size, in every area. I guess if you keep eating like Gus and taking those vitamins, you're going to stay just as big as he is, Nick."

Nick hesitated before he answered. "I don't want to do anything to punish Gus, but I wouldn't mind if there was some way I could get even bigger than him, you know. Show him what it's like to not be the best, and maybe make him a bit more humble. He could use a little humility."

Patrick also hesitated, thinking about what avenue to try. "Well, we could start pumping iron. Gus doesn't ever exercise, so it could make you bigger."

"Gus doesn't lift weights at all? He's always said that, but I never believed him."

"Not from what I've seen. He just eats protein and takes the vitamins. That's what gotten him so big and strong, and apparently it worked on you, too. But lifting might be able to take you to a new level. A bigger level."

"Then let's give it a try," said Nick. "But where can we go that would be private. I don't want anyone seeing me and spilling the beans to Gus until I get big enough to handle him."

"We can lift back at my house. I have a full gym setup in the basement, and Gus will never know," answered Patrick.

"Really? That would be awesome! Let's get started tomorrow morning, OK?"

Patrick was ecstatic. "Sounds like a plan to me, Nick!"

They finally got out of bed and started cleaning up the room, and Nick later went into the kitchen to wash and put away the lunch dishes. Patrick drove to the health food store and bought more vitamins – one bottle for Gus to replace the one Nick finished off, and five more bottles for Nick.

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The next morning, Nick came over as usual for breakfast, and right afterward Patrick took him to his house and showed him the basement gym. He taught the new hunk how to properly warm up his muscles and safely lift the weights, and then marveled at how much iron the big Greek was able to lift on his very first attempt.

Six weeks later, Nick had changed from 6'4" and 280 pounds up to 6'8" and 350 pounds. He was all muscle, just like his brother Gus, but he was much bigger and much stronger than Gus now. Patrick was feeding him nothing but protein day and night (at least, when he wasn't spending time with Gus), and combined with the vitamins and intense weightlifting had turned him into a living Greek God.

After his brother left for work, Nick strutted into Gus's house, walked up to Patrick, and greeted him with a big kiss. Patrick loved his big new boyfriend, but he felt guilty that he was still sleeping with Gus as well. But Nick had been the one who insisted that he carry on with the charade of pretending to be Gus's lover until such time he felt like he was sufficiently bigger than his brother. And today was apparently that day.

"Patrick," said Nick in his deep voice. "I think I am finally big enough to teach Gus a lesson in humility. Check out my guns, sweetie. How big do you think they are?"

Nick flexed his massive biceps, and they bulged up inside the sleeves of the XXXXL shirt he was wearing. Patrick's eyes grew wide, and he put both of his hands on them to massage the rock-hard muscle.

"Gosh, they must be up to 22 inches by now, right?" replied Patrick.

"Bigger," said Nick.

"24 inches?"

"Bigger."

"26 inches?"

Nick smiled. "Exactly. I've put on 70 more pounds of muscle these last few weeks, and I think most of it went into my chest and arms. You think I look good?'

Patrick nodded. "Oh, yeah, Nick. You're so much bigger than Gus, and such a better person, too. I'm happy that I can finally let him go and start spending all of my time with you. What's your plan? How are you going to teach him to be humble."

"Well, I think we should…",” said Nick, and then shared his thoughts with Patrick.

Gus came home that night expecting the same routine: a big protein dinner cooked by his lover, Patrick, followed by an all-over body massage and a night filled with hot sex. Patrick had been putting on weight ever since he moved in, and it got Gus really heated up to see Patrick get fatter and fatter.

So he was very surprised to walk into the kitchen through the back door of his house and see something completely different. Patrick was there, and dinner was there, but it was not the meal he was expecting: a giant platter of doughnuts sat in the middle of the table.

"Hello, Gus," said Patrick. "I hope you're hungry tonight."

Gus was not pleased. "I've told you before, Chubs, this is not the kind of food I eat. Look at this body! Look at these muscles – you think I got them from eating this shit?"

The muscleman walked up to Patrick, as he did so, took off his shirt to reveal his very buff torso. He hit a double bicep pose, followed by a most muscular, and then began bouncing his pecs, which he knew drove his lover crazy. "I'm big, I'm hard, and I need protein to stay this way. Got it, Porky?"

After posing, Gus reached over and flicked Patrick's saggy man-boob, then watched it quiver. "I like it that you've gained some weight, but you'll never, ever see me looking like that."

Suddenly, from behind, Gus heard a voice say, "Don't be too sure about that, Gus."

The big Greek turned and his eyes bugged out at the sight of a bigger, taller, and more muscular version of himself. "Who are you? And why do you look so much like...me?"

The mysterious person smiled. "What kind of greeting is that? Don't you recognize your own brother?"

Gus's mouth fell open. "Nicky? But how, how..."

Nick walked up and hugged his brother, making sure to squeeze extra tight to show off his superior strength. "Let's just say I've been on an improvement program. Do you think I've improved, Gus?"

"How did you get so much bigger? I mean, your arms must be at least 25 inches around!"

Nick laughed. "26 inches, Gus. That’s probably 4 inches bigger than your little arms, right? And I'm sure they are much stronger, too. But look, I'm not here to talk about me. I'm here to talk about you. I've been meeting with Patrick for the last few weeks, and we've decided that you need to be on an improvement program, too."

"You're going to show me how you got so big?" asked Gus.

"No, the improvements you need aren't physical. In fact, we think your muscles have gotten in the way of your improvement, so we're going to take them away from you. And instead, we're going to give you the opportunity to learn how to be a better man."

Gus started to get angry, and he didn't care how much larger his brother was. "What the FUCK are you talking about, Nicky? Nobody can take these muscles away!"

Nick smiled. "Sure we can, Gus. What happens when you don't eat protein all the time? What will happen to these little muscles? I bet they will start to shrink even smaller, right? And all those doughnuts are really gonna pack on the flab, since you won't have the muscles to burn the calories off."

"You cannot make me eat these, Nicky. I'll just refuse."

Nick took a step closer to Gus, and he grabbed his left arm with his right hand. Then he squeezed with all of his might, and he watched as Gus winced in pain. "Here's the situation, little brother: I just emailed your work from your home computer telling them that you quit. You were so nice to bitch about all the people at the car lot to Patrick, so I made sure to include some of your pet nicknames for those folks just to make sure everyone was completely pissed at you. There's no way you'll get hired back now. And I was able to rummage around your house the last few days and get all your financial information, so every account you had has been drained of its funds. The money is all safe, mind you, but it's in a place where you cannot get to it. So you are totally dependent on me right now. Got it?"

Gus tried to speak, but the pain in his arm was too great, so he just nodded.

"Good boy. Now I want you to sit down and eat all your donuts, and then we're going to send you off to bed while Patrick and I have a little fun."

"Can I have just a little bit of protein along with the doughnuts?" Gus asked meekly. "Just something to tide me over."

Nick finally let go of his brother's arm. "Nope. The protein is only for us real men. You're getting what I give you, ya little wimp."

Gus sighed and sat down at the table. He tried to think of a way out of the situation, but without any access to money it seemed sort of hopeless. He choked down his meal and then was locked in the basement for the night. Patrick and Nick had outfitted it with a bed, a TV, and all kinds of fatty foods for his to chow down on. But even with the TV turned up all the way, he couldn't drown out the noise that his brother and his lover made all night long from the upstairs bedroom.