Big Ego, Bigger Muscles, Part 2

After the intense growth spurt that resulted from making fun of his brother, Jed decided to head to the nearby mall to get some new clothes at the Big & Tall store. He was feeling cocky and confident and wanted to get noticed by as many people as possible.

Unfortunately, the mall was not very busy that time of the day, and there was only one sales associate on duty at the store. This associate would have definitely wanted to help Jed, but his time and attention were focused on another big, burly customer: Flex Jones. Flex was a bodybuilder as well, and he had outplaced Jed a number of times during competitions, which Jed attributed to backstage sexual favors and not because his physique was better.

The clerk was helping Flex get fitted for a suit, so he was measuring every part of the man’s body. They were in the back of the store by the fitting rooms, and every so often the clerk would giggle at something Flex said to him.

Jed tried to remain patient and looked around the clothing racks, but after 15 minutes he couldn’t take it any longer. "Hey, how about some service over here?" he yelled.

Flex laughed, knowing that he was pissing off Jed. "Wait your turn while this cutie takes care of a real man, small fry," he shot back. He bounced his pecs to empathize his point, and then turned to ignore Jed.

"Small fry?" repeated Jed furiously. Maybe before, but definitely not now. He aggressively strode to the back of the store and added, "Let's arm-wrestle for this clerk’s attention. You and me right now!”

Flex always liked a challenge, and this opportunity would give him another way to make Jed feel inferior. He told the clerk he’d be right back, and then met Jed by a display table they could use for the competition.

The two bodybuilders placed their arms on the table, and the sales clerk came over to watch – nobody had ever fought over him before, and his mouth was beginning to salivate.

Jed and Flex took a few seconds to get their grips in position, and once they started, their arms bulged and veins began to snake their way across each forearm.

Flex was proud that he had taken down every man he had ever arm-wrestled, and he was determined not to be outdone by Jed. Indeed, he had got a tiny head start and used his knowledge of wrestling technique to get Jed's arm half way down.

But then, then try as he might, Flex couldn’t advance any farther. He felt himself getting red-faced and really starting to sweat.

Once his forward motion stalled, Flex heard something unexpected: a quiet laugh from Jed. He closed his eyes to focus, but he couldn’t close his ears. He heard Jed laugh at him again and again, and then heard him whispering words like "pussy" and "wimp."

Suddenly, Flex felt more pressure being placed on his arm than ever before, and his position was starting to slip back. He put all of his might into moving Jed’s arm, but before he could regain any ground, he heard a loud crack and felt searing pain. Flex grabbed hold of his injured arm with his good hand and screamed “Fuck” as loud as he could. Jed had not only won the arm-wrestling contest, but in doing so had ended Flex's competitive bodybuilding days for the foreseeable future.

Pride began to surge through Jed's body, and Flex went fleeing from the store without another word.

Suddenly the tingling Jed had experience before was back – it wasn't just pride surging through him, but a rush of energy and power. He felt bigger, stronger, and taller, and he looked down to see his mammoth arms pulsing higher, tauter, and further out from his chest.

"Goddamn, this feel good!" he said to himself.

Jed was now convinced that the bigger he made his ego, the bigger his muscles would get – but how long would this strange phenomenon last?

He stood up from the table where he had been arm-wrestling and could tell that the shirt he was wearing had gone from snug to ridiculously tight since sitting down, and now it left a three-inch gap that showed off his tightly ripped abs.

The salesman was disappointed to watch Flex leave, but he was thrilled that Jed was still there. "My, you must be pretty powerful to defeat Flex. He's a very big, big dude," said the clerk. He was young, maybe in his early 20s, short and thin, with stylish brown hair and brown eyes.

"Well, now you've met bigger, I guess. The name's Jed, and I'm guessing you’re going to need the biggest tape you got to get my measurements." To emphasize his point, Jed hit a double bicep and both muscles tore through the fabric of his shirt. Jed estimated them to be close to 22 or 23 inches around.

The salesman’s pants tented up in his crotch, and there was just no way he could conceal his erection. Not that he even tried.

"I'm Henry," he replied, not bothering to take his eyes off of Jed's arms.

Jed looked down and saw Henry's erection. "Looks like you like what you see, little man. You puny guys always get off on us bigger ones, don't you?"

Henry didn't care that he had just been insulted. "We do, we really do," he agreed.

Jed could feel the surging again. "Yep, all the workouts and all the supplements in the world wouldn't make you big like me, would they, Hen. You'd still be a wuss who couldn't get enough of a real man like me. You'll never have a massive set of arms like mine, or a heaving set of pecs like the big, juicy ones in front of you."

Before Henry could respond, Jed's pecs began to quiver slightly like they were throbbing. They were big to begin with, but they slowly plumped up fuller than ever before – just as if someone had hooked them up to a helium tank. They grew bigger and bigger for the next few seconds, and then suddenly, they burst through the fabric of Jed's shirt like his arms had just done.

The sight was too much for poor Henry. His eyes rolled back in his head and he passed out.

When he came to, Henry felt the room was swirling around and around, but he realized it was not the room moving but himself: Jed's mighty arms were curling his 135-pound body.

“You’re so light, little man,” said Jed and he pumped the sales clerk up and down. “And either you’re getting lighter with each rep, or my muscles are getting even bigger and stronger.”

Jed could also feel his cock growing harder with each rep, and eventually it was bumping into Henry every time he was the bottom of each curl.

Before either man could take their attraction any further, a tall man with a sizable gut entered the store. He was bald with a black goatee, and he was wearing a tight gray sweat suit that showed off all his bulges.

“Hey, put my boyfriend down!" yelled the man.

Jed complied, but then turned to the man and with a cocky smile on his face. "Well, it appears your boyfriend actually prefers spending time with a real muscleman and not some out-of-shape has-been.” He got another surge of energy from the insult, and then reached down and flicked Henry’s erection.

Embarrassed, Henry put his hands over his crotch. “I’m so sorry, Clyde. You know how you big guys drive me crazy.”

Clyde, the boyfriend, leaned down and gave Henry a kiss. “It’s OK, baby. I’m going to take this punk down, and then you’ll be coming back to my place for some fun.”

“You’re going to try to take me down, fatty?” asked Jed incredulously. “I think you’re the…”

Before Jed could finish his sentence, Clyde had swung his right fist and socked him squarely on the jaw.