Big Ego, Bigger Muscles, Part 5 (Conclusion)

Jed awoke and found himself still in the large bed belonging to Clyde. He had no idea how long he had been out, but he could still daylight coming in the window. He really didn’t know if it was the same day, or if he had slept until the next morning.

What he did know was the he was small. Really small. He raised his head up and could see his body was positively waiflike, with all of his hard-earned muscle gone. He looked like the cross-country runners he used to make fun of back in high school – soft and slim and pale. “Fuck,” he whispered to himself. “I’m tinier than before I started lifting.”

Slowly Jed crept out of the bed, and when he got to the floor, he realized he was much shorter, too. Judging my how his waist was even with the top of the bed, he couldn’t have been more than 5’4” or 5’5”. He whispered “Double fuck!” and looked for something to put on his skinny body. He realized that Henry must sleep over quite often, because he found a trove of his clothes in a dresser and put on a t-shirt and pair of sweats that were a bit too big.

“Triple fuck,” he said, knowing that he was even smaller than the wispy sales clerk.

The duo of Clyde and Henry did not seem to be home, so Jed ran as fast as his bird legs could carry him out of the house. He didn’t get far before he was winded, and since he didn’t know where his truck keys were, ended up having to walk all the way home.

Jed opened the door slowly and quietly, hoping he would not run into his brother. He had to figure out a way to get back to his previous size because even though Calvin didn’t have a lot of muscle, he probably outweighed him by over 100 pounds and could easily push him around.

Unfortunately, Calvin had been napping on the couch in the living room and heard the door open. Without lifting his head, he bellowed, “That you, Jed?”

“Perfect,” thought Jed. “As long as he doesn’t see me, I can try insulting him again and see if that pumps me up.”

He walked a few steps closer to the couch but remained out of view of his brother. “Yes,” said Jed in a frail-sounding voice. He tried to lower his pitch and reaffirmed as deeply as possible, “Um, yes. You get any exercise while I was out, fatass, or did you just loaf around and stuff your fuckin’ face?”

Jed let the words out of his mouth and waited for the familiar tingle. “OK, any second now,” he thought. “I’ll start to grow again.”

But no tingle came. No energy surge. No muscle growth. Jed flexed his biceps in hopes of a bulge, but there was none.

But then, before he had time to figure out what went wrong, Calvin hopped up from the couch and appeared right next to his brother.

"Good Lord, you look emaciated, Jed. How did you get so tiny?" he asked. “And why do you have a black eye?”

Jed wanted to answer, but he could do was stare at his now much-taller brother.

Calvin become exasperated waiting, so he reached down and pulled up one of Jed’s sleeves to reveal his tiny untoned arms. “God, you look so weak right now....like you've never lifted before. You look like one of those computer nerds you used to make fun of. All soft and delicate. You’re just a little pussy now, huh, brother?"

With those words, Calvin's belly began to quiver, and then suddenly started to shrivel away, just like rapidly melting ice would. The fat seemed to simply evaporate and his skin tightened up, leaving him with a tall, lean frame. Calvin could even look down and see his feet for the first time in a number of years. “I’m not sure what’s happening, but I like it!”

Jed’s eyes grew wide at the transformation he was witnessing. He noticed that his brother’s hips, butt, and legs were also shrinking, and within 30 seconds Calvin had to grab his giant shorts to keep them from falling off.

“Fuck, I look amazing,” said Calvin, happy to finally be free of his fat prison. He could feel his ego soaring to new heights as well. “My body fat percentage has gotten be below 10% now."

As the fat dissipated, pound after pound of he-man muscle began inflate all over his body. His delts and traps popped up along his newly thick neck, his arms bulged with strength and power as they grew to 22 inches unflexed, and his flat chest surged outward and turned into two boulder-like pecs that could easily bench 500 pounds. Calvin let his shorts drop so he could whip off his shirt to check out his new torso. “I’m a fuckin’ jacked monster! I guess I’m going to be the big man of the family now.”

Down below his chest, Calvin's abs hardened into a series of deeply-etched cobblestones, and his quads and calves blew up to the size of a professional bodybuilder. His underwear remained on, but the outline of his cock surged from simply average in size to truly immense proportions – big enough to make a locker room full of men insanely jealous.

The formerly fat student was suddenly feeling a rush of emotions, and he was confused, happy, and overwhelmed by what had happened. But he did know one thing for sure – he felt like a man. An honest-to-goodness virile, strong, ready-to-fuck man who was going to lead a very different life from now on. Whatever he wanted, he was going to have. Calvin began to flex his muscles, and then roared with power as he hit a most muscular. "I feel like the fuckin' Hulk, Jed. This is so incredible!"

Jed was thoroughly confused and now incredibly jealous of his brother. The former bodybuilder wondered – Does Calvin have the power, too? Or did he take it from me? What’s going on?

Calvin grinned moved toward his brother, taking steps slowly as he adjusted to his new bulk. "I bet I’ll be the biggest guy in town. Definitely bigger than you used to be, right?"

Jed nodded. "I guess. I mean, my top weight competing is 225."

"225? Was that all? Seems so puny to me…I mean, I must be at least 300 pounds of muscle. I bet I could win any bodybuilding contest now. In fact, maybe that’s what I’ll do.”

"Enter a local competition?” asked Jed.

Calvin laughed. "Hardly. I'm going to go straight to the Olympia. And when I’ve won that a few times, the supplement companies will be begging for my endorsement and the movie studios won't be far behind."

"Mr. Olympia? That's really the big-time. Do you think you're ready? You haven't won even any contests around here, and you haven't even competed on the state level yet."

Calvin walked up and put his fully pumped chest right up to his brother’s nose, almost burying it in the muscle. "Just because you won a few local contests don't make you no expert, bro! I mean, look at you now…you got no muscle at all. Who are you to give me advice? I'm a massive motherfucker, and I'm going to strike while the iron is hot."

Jed backed up, not wanting to make his brother any angrier.

Calvin knew he had the upper hand now. "And while I prepare for the Mr. Olympia contest and the windfall that is surely going to follow, I've got some new rules for the house. First, I'm quitting school to spend all of my time focusing on my body. You will start paying for all my food and supplements. And I'm going to need 8 big protein meals every day, so you better start cooking. I'm also taking over the basement – the entire basement – as my living quarters. I'm going to get a ton of pussy with this body, so I'll be moving my bedroom into the room where your downstairs office is in order to get some privacy with all my new lady friends. And the rest of the basement will become my private gym, so bust out your checkbook, Jed, because you're going to buy me a ton weights so I can pump iron day and night."

Jed was stunned at the demands. "But..."

Calvin glared, and his brother didn't say anything else. Then the stud turned and went into the kitchen.

Dejected, and wondering if we would ever be the big man again, Jed headed for a night alone in his bedroom.