Big Ego, Bigger Muscles, Part 1

Ever since he was a kid, Jed Husky loved to lift things to show how strong he was. He started with his toys, then his pets, then the furniture, then his friends, and by the time he was in high school, he was lifting every weight he could get his hands on. He spent years developing his 225-pound rock hard physique, and now at 24 years old, he was a professional bodybuilder. He had buzzcut blond hair, blue eyes, a set of straight pearly whites, and flawless tanned skin across his well-developed frame.

Jed had just won another contest and was returning to the home he shared with his younger brother, Calvin. He had been dieting for weeks to make sure he was as lean as possible (and the win had made all the dieting worthwhile), but now he was absolutely starving. All he could think about was spending a few days eating and drinking whatever he wanted, just like his brother did all the time, but he knew he had to be careful as he had another contest in less than a month.

"I can have a few treats, but I can't overdo it," he thought.

He entered the house and caught a glimpse of his body in the hall mirror – his tight white t-shirt really showed off all his muscles, especially his beefy pecs and bulging biceps, and his jeans looked painted on to his thick thighs. Jed smiled at his great physique, hit a quick "most muscular" pose, and then called out his brother's name.

"Calvin, I'm back. You here?"

Calvin Husky sauntered toward the foyer from the kitchen a few seconds later, and judging by the food stains around his mouth, he had clearly been strapping on the feedbag. Calvin also weighed 225 pounds, but his body was way more fat than muscle – he was wearing a mammoth pair of gym shorts over his ever-growing rear end and a too-small t-shirt that didn't cover up the bottom of his flabby gut.

"How'd it go?" Calvin asked.

"Excellent. I won the overall again." Jed turned away from the mirror and looked down at his brother's bulging belly, trying to judge its size. After staring for a short while, he frowned and asked, "Wow, could you get any fatter?"

Calvin winced at the comment. "A little harsh, don't you think? What does it matter to you what I weigh?"

Jed walked up to his brother and stood face-to-face with him. "Look, I told you before, as I win more and more contests, I will be getting more and more endorsement deals. Some of these companies are going to pay good money to have my face and body on their products, and hopefully that will lead to some bigger and better opportunities, like my own show on FitnessTV. The last thing I need for people to find out I have a fat loser for a brother – or worse yet, get confused and think you are me. So as long as you live in my house, and as long as I am paying your tuition for college, you're going to eat right and work out. Got it?"

The fat brother sighed. "Fine," he replied sullenly.

"Good," replied Jed as he jiggled Calvin's belly. Now strip off your shirt and let's go downstairs for a workout right now."

Calvin did as he was told and took off his shirt, freeing his ever-growing moobs and gut which shook as he walked. Jed did the same, but instead revealed a torso ripped beyond belief. He was starving from all the dieting for the contest and didn't really feel that great, but he knew he needed to push his brother so he'd workout now and eat later.

The men walked down to the basement had headed for the weights.

"Did you work out at all while I was gone? Or do any aerobic activity?" asked Jed.

Calvin frowned. "Um, no, not really."

"Jeez, do you want to be a fat slob your whole life, Calvin? Wouldn't you rather look like a real man?"

Calvin hesitated before he replied. "I imagine it would be nice to look more like you."

Jed walked up right in front of him and flexed his impressively muscled arms. "You imagine it would be nice? OK, Look at these biceps, Cal. I mean, really look at them. Imagine if you could roll up your shirt sleeve and have these massive muscles waiting for you. Imagine trying to lift something bigger and heavier than most men could even budge, but you can lift it with ease because of the incredible strength. Imagine the stares you would get from chicks as you walk down the street, instantly salivating just by getting a quick glimpse of your big, strong arms and wishing they were wrapped around them in bed. Trust me, it's better than 'nice.' It's freaking amazing!"

This time, Calvin just stared at his brother's biceps and didn't reply.

"And you can have that, too, Calvin. You could look like me if you put a little effort into it. But instead you waste time sitting around and eating junk food, and as a result your body is pathetic and flabby," said Jed as he un-flexed his arms and reached over to jiggled his brother's belly again, just to prove his point. "You're like a big, fat, soft girl."

"I'm sorry I let you down, Jed. I'll try harder from now on."

"Damn right you will, weakling. Now let's get to it," Jed replied as he walked over to the a barbell loaded up with weight on a bench. "I'm gonna slide underneath that bar and pump out 20 reps, and then we'll cut the weight in half for you and I want to see at least one good rep."

Calvin nodded in agreement.

Jed slid his rock hard physique underneath the weight and hoisted it up. Suddenly, he felt stronger than ever, like his strength had suddenly increased after making fun of his brother.

He pumped the heavy bar up and down and up and down, not needing to rest. Blood rushed into his arms and he felt the most amazing pump he had ever experienced. "Freakin' unbelievable," he thought. "I should be wiped out from the contest, but I feel incredibly strong."

Jed blasted past 20 reps and kept going all the way up to 35 before he needed to rest. He re-racked the bar and jumped up off the bench.

"Wow, I must be experiencing some sort of post-win high," he said, "because I have never lifted that much before."

Jed began to flex his triceps and his chest, marveling at how much stronger they were. "Check out these muscles, Calvin. They just can't stop getting bigger and stronger."

Calvin wasn't really paying attention to his brother and asked, "So do you want me to lift now?"

Jed shook his head. "No, this is too good for me to pass up. I'm gonna keep pressing until I cannot lift another pound of iron. You get to spot me and watch a real he-man do some serious lifting, and once I am finally done, then we'll strip off the bar and you can lift you little boy weights. And after that, you need to go for a run, too – all the lifting in the world isn't gonna burn off that gut. Or that ass."

As soon as Jed said the words, his pump got even stronger – he felt a tingling in his chest and arms, and he knew he was going to be able to press even more this time. He couldn't help but flex his bulging arms right in front of Calvin, and both men started to get a bit hard at the awesome display of sinew.

"It's like the more I make fun of him, the more pumped up my muscles get," thought Jed.

He then laid back down on the bench, and Calvin took his place as the spotter. Jed jiggled his brother's belly as he reached up for the bar, laughed, and then began pumping out reps again.

Calvin had finally had enough teasing. “Since you aren’t going to let me lift, can we go run?”

Jed got up from the bench and nodded. He felt amazing, as if he had just gained 20 pounds of muscle and a wave of stamina. “Fine. You want a jog? Let’s go for it.”

Calvin looked up and saw the glint in Jed’s eyes. “On second thought, I think…”

“Who cares what you think?” responded Jed as he walked past his brother and slapped his rear end. “Start running, blubber butt!”

After pushing his brother outside, Jed started jogging circles around Calvin thanks to rush of energy flowing into his body. “Pick up the speed, fatass! We’re barely moving here. Grandma Betsy can walk faster than this.”

Even after just a short run, however, Calvin was already panting. “I’m doing the best that I can, Jed. Can’t you be a little more supportive?”

Jed stopped and ran in place “So you want supportive? Move it, move it, move it! I want to see you sweating buckets. I want you to run so fast you make that tiny dick of yours fall off.”

Calvin froze. “Excuse me? Mine’s bigger than yours!”

Jed laughed. “You bigger than me? Dude! You're talking to a real man. Your thimble would need to add at least 6 more inches to be bigger than mine.”

As soon as he spoke the words, Jed could feel his python fill with blood, and he swore his muscles were growing even larger.

“I’m not sure what is going on,” he thought, “but I definitely want more.”