Big Ego, Bigger Muscles, Part 3

“Fatty doesn’t stand a chance with me,” thought Jed. “I must be up to 270 or 280 pounds of solid muscle, and getting bigger every minute. I’ll knock this guy out and be back at home fucking Henry’s brains out in no time.”

The thing that Jed did not realize was that Clyde may have looked like an ordinary jelly belly, but in reality he was one of the top powerlifters in the nation. Sure, he had some extra fat on him, but his muscles were devastatingly strong from years of pumping serious amount of iron. And on top of that, he was also a former Golden Gloves boxer and had studied martial arts, so he knew how to effectively take down aggressive assholes in a fight.

As a result of all this training, Clyde clocked his across the jaw with a lightning-fast left hook before Jed could even begin to contemplate his first move. The bodybuilder staggered backward and fell onto the floor, and then seconds later was pinned underneath the tremendous bulk of Clyde's meaty frame. 

A little dazed but confident in his own fighting skills, Jed figured he would go for broke and headbutted Clyde with all of his might – it hurt like hell, but Jed knew it would hurt Clyde way more. He managed to push Clyde upward using his tremendous strength and then roll his rival onto his side using his left foot, and then sat up himself and got ready to attack again.

But again, before Jed could do so, Clyde delivered a devastatingly powerful blow with his left hand while lying on the ground. Jed's head snapped upward and he fell back to the ground, but he got up and resumed his wrestling stance just as Clyde did.

Both men then surged forward and began grappling, pushing each other all over the store and destroying the merchandising racks. Henry quickly ran to hide in the back room and clothes and shelves flew everywhere.

The match continued for another 10 minutes, by which point Jed couldn't take the abuse anymore – he was a strong man, but Clyde was overwhelming in his power and incredibly fast for a large man. He finally fell to the ground and Clyde pinned him again, but this time Jed could not get him off.

The victor looked down and smiled at his conquest. "You fucking arrogant pussy. Thinking you were such a stud, but look at you now," said Clyde. "You're nothing but a weak fucker who couldn't even last 10 minutes in a fight with a fat guy. I'm probably 15 years older than you and I still beat you. Son, you got beat by an old, fat man. What do you think of that?"

Jed tried to say something, but the words weren't coming. He had been humiliated, and just as pumping up his ego had made him muscles grow earlier in the day, deflating his ego was deflating his muscles. All the new bulk that he had accumulated began to fade away, and he could feel his super-powerful muscles start to shrivel. Clyde's frame seemed to grow heavier and heavier as Jed grew weaker and weaker, and he could hardly breathe as the powerlifter's bulk crushed his chest.

By this time, Henry had re-entered the room to see his Clyde on top of the spiritually and physically deflated Jed. Henry wondered how he could have thought Jed to be so beefy only fifteen minutes ago when clearly the 300-pound Clyde was much bigger and way more powerful. Henry eyed his strapping he-man boyfriend’s body and thought about getting his hands all over his solid gut, monster thighs, and titanic ass. 

Clyde looked over at Henry, smiled, and decided to demonstrate that he was the true alpha in the room. He pick the now smaller Jed and got him to his feet – at 225 pounds he still looked very ripped and strong, but he was a bit wobbly after the beating and had blood running from the corner of his mouth.

"Tell Henry you’re a pussy," demanded Clyde of Jed.

"No" Jed whispered. “Never.”

Clyde delivered a solid punch to Jed's six-pack, which may have been able to take it ten minutes ago, but now was clearly weakened from the fight. "Tell him!" boomed Clyde.

"OK, OK, I’m a pussy, please, just don't hit me," cried Jed. His whole body was wracked with pain and he was having trouble collecting his thoughts.

“Damn right, you’re a pussy,” said Clyde. “And fuck you for messing around with Henry. He’s fucking the love of my life and nobody touches him but me, you understand? ”

Jed weakly nodded. He could feel more of his power draining away.

Clyde wasn't done humiliating Jed, however. He sat him down on a display stand, cupped the bodybuilder's groin, and started squeezing his cock. "And look at that, Henry – he's got a tiny little dick to match his tiny little muscles. Must not be any bigger than 4 inches, right? And even with all this rubbing, it's not even getting hard, is it?"

Jed wanted to defend his manhood, but he was so tired after the fight. He could feel himself shriveling away, and he just didn't have the strength or the willpower to get out of the store.

Clyde grabbed Jed's hand and put it on his cock. "Feel what a real man's dick feels like, punk. That's there's 10 inches of thick steel. It's big and beefy and hard, just like me. Not tiny and soft and weak like you."

"Clyde's got cock for days," said Henry as he began walking toward his lover.

Jed was amazed at Clyde's manhood. It felt like a super thick lead pipe sticking out from his groin.

"Like that? Henry sure does. He gets it two or three times a day, and it always grows back big and strong. Speaking of big and strong, didn't this weakling seem bigger just a few minutes ago, Henry?"

Henry nodded. "He was almost as big as you, Clyde. Why else would he shop at a Big & Tall store? But now he seems so much smaller."

Clyde picked up Jed like a rag doll and started pressing him over his head. "Yeah, he can't be much more than 200 pounds. Maybe I just sucked all the power out of him."

Henry smiled and reach down to massage Clyde's cock while he continued to press Jed. "And I bet all that power has gone here, Clyde. You're turning me on something bad."

The two started to make out while the powerlifter held Jed aloft. Jed's head started to spin and he couldn't tell if he was getting dizzy or just getting weaker.