Brock's Choice, Parts 3 and 4

Part 3

Brock quickly settled into a routine at the house.

He got up each morning and ate one of Alice’s fantastic breakfasts. She had been a cook for many different families, so she could make just about anything. And Brock made sure to tell her to put double helpings of Luke’s special protein powder in everything she made – he wanted to get his muscles super huge!

After a big meal, Brock worked out for three of four hours in the private gym, and then usually went for a swim in the pool or did some running on the nearby trails. In the afternoons, he would study his plays and watch his game tapes, and in the evenings he would enjoy a big dinner and video chat with Heidi.

After a week or so, however, he was becoming more and more curious about Declan. Their paths had crossed a few times over the last couple of days, and each time Brock came away from the encounter with a smile. There was something about this wonderfully gentle guy that was unique, and Brock wanted to get to know him better.

So instead of going to his immediately to his workout after breakfast one morning, he wandered onto the veranda and watched Declan across the lawn. Deck was sitting on the riding mower steadily cutting the grass, wearing only an old pair of athletic shorts and some sandals. His gut spilled out over the waistband of the shorts, getting tan from the mid-morning sun. He had a smile on his face, a relaxed posture, and didn’t seem to have a care in the world.

“I wonder what that must be like,” Brock thought. “To not worry so much about schedules and workouts and training. Only to be doing what you love.”

Declan eventually noticed Brock staring his way, turned off the mower, and headed toward him. “Hello, Brock. Anythin’ I can do for you on this lovely mornin’?”

“Yeah. How much work you got left today?”

“Not much. I usually get up early to start the waterin’, and besides cuttin’ the grass, there’s not much left to do. Would you like me to drive you to town?”

“No. I just thought we could hang out together this afternoon. Maybe toss the football around a little. I’m aching for some practice.”

A big smile came across Declan’s face. “I could think of nothin’ I’d like to do more. I’ll meet you right after lunch – say 1:00?”

“Tell you what. I’ll have Alice hold off on lunch until one so you can join me.”

“Perfect.”

Brock smiled back. He wasn’t sure if he was smiling because his new buddy was going to hang out with him, or just that it was funny when he pronounced the word as “Pair-fect.”

After a huge lunch next to the pool, the boys tossed the football around for about half an hour, but when Brock saw that Declan was getting a little winded, he suggested they sit by the pool and relax for a while. “For a while” turned into several hours, and soon they were discovering how much they truly enjoyed each other’s company.

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And so it began. Brock and Declan gradually started spending more and more time together. For Declan, this was a pretty easy thing. With the exception of the mowing, trimming, weeding, and watering, gardeners had very little to do in the summer. All of the planning and planting was done for now, so he was really only working about three hours a day on the estate. Since he was up at 5:00 most days anyway, he usually found himself free by 8:00am.

Brock, however, had to make some sacrifices. He started shortening, and then skipping, his routine in the weight room so he could spend a few more hours with his new best friend. After another few days, he no longer took his afternoon swim or jog either. He spent less and less time studying his play book, and he started curtailing his phone time with Heidi, telling her that his “coach” was making him practice extra hard.

So what was he doing with all his spare time? After years of having every spare moment crammed with football or training or school, Brock was finally stopping to smell the roses.

After looking through Luke’s vast library, sometimes Brock and Declan would just lay under a tree and read some books. Once they tired of reading, they would occasionally go into town and see a movie, and sometimes they just goofed around playing video games. They spent hours napping in the sun perfecting their tans, sitting in the hot tub, and even laying on the hammocks in the evening looking at the stars. Simple pleasures to be sure, but Brock had truly never felt so tranquil, so carefree, and so at ease.

Before long, Declan was, for all intents and purposes, living in the mansion. Brock liked having him there so much that Deck brought over some clothes and regularly spent the night in the room across the hall. On many nights, the boys would stay up late watching television – mostly whatever was on ESPN, scarfing down pizza and whatever else Alice happened to leave in the fridge. Finally, once there was nothing left to see on TV, they would head upstairs to their respective bedrooms, but not before giving each other a hug.

Deck had insisted on this point, as his family always gave hugs each night before bedtime. Brock didn’t resist, and he loved the feeling of being held by his friend, even if it was only for 5 seconds. They would then say goodnight, go to their rooms, and usually talk across the hall for another 30 minutes while laying in bed.

Brock always slept with a big smile on his face. After years of living with three sisters, he felt like he found his long-lost brother.

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One of Brock’s favorite elements of this new and wonderful friendship was getting the opportunity to listen to Declan’s mesmerizing voice as he told fascinating stories about his life. Deck could talk for hours about his childhood in Ireland, the challenges of being the youngest of five brothers, his love of the outdoors, and on and on. His tales always had an enchanting, folksy quality, and Brock couldn’t get enough of them.

Deck was also candid about his physique, too. He had always been in the “pudgy to chubby” range, and he didn’t have any negative feelings about his weight. He liked to do physical activities, but he always enjoyed a good home-cooked meal more than he enjoyed aerobic activity. Declan knew he was fat, and he was OK with it.

He also asked Brock questions about his body, such as why he worked out so much and did he ever use his physique to get something that he wanted. Although startled by the line of questions at first, Brock did start discovering some truths about himself. Yes, he did enjoy having a great body. Yes, he loved it when people asked him to flex and then stared at his muscles. No, he did not specifically work out to get attention, but rather so he could play football better; the resulting physique was just an added bonus. Yes, he did sometimes use his body to get what he wanted.

These straightforward and honest conversations helped Brock to open up as well, and he started talking to Declan about aspects of his life that he had never told anyone before. Although he had a lot good friends back in college, they didn’t chat about much beyond superficial topics like sports, cars, and who’s having sex with whom. With Deck, however, he started talking about the things that were really important in his life.

One of these conversations happened during their regular evening soaks in the hot tub. Declan got it started by asking, “So, Brock, tell me what is it that you’re really passionate about?”

Brock thought for a few seconds, and replied, “I know this may sound funny, but I have a pure love of playing football. The thrill of playing the game is unsurpassed for me.”

“What about it excites you?”

It’s such a great rush when you get out on the field, with all the fans cheering, and you come together as a team. And when everything clicks and you score a TD, it’s amazing how good you feel. You get an instant sense of gratification from accomplishing a challenging goal. There’s nothing I love more.”

“What about this Heidi person you talk to every night? Do you love her?”

“I think I do. She really is a great gal. But it’s hard to be sure if I love her, or if I love the idea of having someone special in my life.”

“Is that important to you, Brock? To have someone special?”

“Very much so. I want someone I can plan my future with. I want someone to take care of me when I’m sick. I want someone to miss me when I’m not there.”

“And you think Heidi may not be that person?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Why not?”

Brock decided to really open up. He knew if there was only one understanding person in the world, Declan was probably it. “I still have a strange, empty feeling in my life, and being with Heidi hasn’t filled that void. I’ve thought about it a lot, and I think it might mean I haven’t found the right one yet.”

“Do you ever fantasize about who the right person could be?”

“A little.”

“Do you fantasize about people in general, or perhaps one specific person?”

Brock hesitated for a few moments, so Declan tried to reassure him. “Brock, no matter how you answer the question, I am not going to judge you. It’s OK, whatever you have to say.”

“Well, uh, I did have a few fantasies about, uh, Luke.”

Declan remained unfazed by the reply. “That’s understandable. Luke is a real force of nature. He comes across as bigger than life, and I’m sure many people daydream about him. People probably fantasize about you, too.”

Brock breathed a huge sigh of relief. Declan was making him feel so at ease.

“Were any of your fantasies sexual? Or did you fantasize about him being your special someone?”

“No. I just kind of pictured him in my mind, standing there, wondering if I could be as big as he was someday. For some reason that got my Little Brock going.”

“That actually just sounds like hero worship to me, and that’s a fairly normal thin’. It can be exciting to think about your heroes, and that excitement sometimes manifests itself in unique ways. I hope you’re not embarrassed about it.”

“I was, sort of. Normal, huh? Boy, it sure feels good to talk about it. Thanks, Deck.”

“Anytime, friend.” Declan reached across the hot tub and gave Brock a reassuring rub on his shoulder.

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By early July, Brock’s body had begun to change due to the new life of luxury with his friend, counselor, and constant companion. Talking about his dreams and desires may have been good for his soul, but it wasn’t burning off any extra calories. His idle days were beginning to take their toll on his once perfect physique.

In addition to his laziness, for some inexplicable reason Brock was eating all the time. The pantry was always loaded up with snacks, and he couldn’t get enough of them. He had become addicted to really sweet, fattening foods, and with every Twinkie or doughnut or s’more he popped into his mouth, a few more fat cells began to appear on his body.

Having the hearty Irishman around 24/7 didn’t help much either. Declan asked Alice if she would cook up some of his favorite Irish foods, and she gladly obliged. After finishing off his own meals, he would then persuade Brock savor the tastes of foods he had never even heard of before, like colcannon, barm brack, black pudding, and tripe. Often Brock would be so hungry that he would eat all of his food and half of Deck’s as well.

In addition, Brock’s competitive nature often resulted in food-eating contests between the two. In the old days he would have tried to wrestle one of his friends to see who was top dog, but with Declan eating seemed more like the appropriate arena of competition. On many occasions they had endeavored to find who could eat the most pizza, hot dogs, pudding cups, etc. And at every contest, Big Brock was the winner – once he got started on eating something, it was hard for him to stop. Because of this constant deluge into his stomach, he was putting on almost two pounds of pure fat every day.

As a result, slowly but surely Brock’s body was getting chunkier and chunkier. His rock hard abs became covered in more and more flab, and the striations in his chest and arms gradually began to disappear. His pecs began to droop ever so slightly, and his ass and thighs grew larger and larger.

Did Brock notice the weight gain? Not really. He was enjoying his fat and happy life too much to notice. Besides, he had taken to wearing mostly cut-off sweats and t-shirts, which had expanded to fit his growing form. But eventually all good things must come to an end, and that day came too soon for Brock.

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July 8 was the day that his bubble burst. It was laundry day, and Magda had come in early to pick up all the dirty clothes in the bedrooms. When Brock awoke and finished his shower, he started looking around for something to wear.

After a few minutes, he noticed the light was on in Declan’s room, so he called out, “Hey Deck, have you seen my blue shorts?”

“No, I haven’t,” Declan called back from across the hall. “When did you last wear them?”

“lt’s been a while,” Brock replied. “It seems like I’ve been wearing my sweats forever. He looked through all his drawers, and then went into the big closet adjoining his room. A pair of khaki shorts were laying in the corner. “These must be Luke’s,” thought Brock. “They should fit.”

He squeezed into the shorts and managed to secure the button around his waist. “I must have put on a few pounds this week. Oh well, a couple miles of jogging will burn them off.”

Declan entered the closet wearing only his boxers. “Hey, boyo, you found those. I’d been wonderin’ where they were.”

“You were looking for Luke’s shorts?”

“No, Brock. I was lookin’ for the ones you have on. They belong to me.”

Brock’s mouth dropped open. It was not possible that he could barely squeeze into Deck’s shorts. “These are not yours,” he said defiantly.

“Aye, they are,” said Deck. He walked closer to Brock, his belly gently swaying as he moved. “Pull out the left pocket – you’ll see there’s a hole there.”

Brock did so, and sure enough, there was a hole at the bottom of the left pocket. He quickly unbuttoned the shorts, pulled them off, and looked for the tag. When he found it, staring back at him was the number 46.

“What? How can my waist be a size 46? It’s always been 36.” Brock whipped off his shirt and stretched his neck to see beyond his massive chest, really seeing his bulging belly for the first time. He began rubbing his newly discovered spare tire, feeling the flab squish between his fingers. “Where the hell did this all come from?”

Declan tried to calm his friend by putting his hand on Brock’s shoulder. “Well, you have not been workin’ too hard at keepin’ your weight down lately. We’ve both been takin’ it kinda easy. I’ve put on some weight, too.”

“I can’t get out of shape! I’m the star quarterback – I’m Rock Hard.” He twisted his head and looked down at his tighty whities, which were stretched to the limit to cover up his burgeoning buttocks. “Good Lord, I’m freakin’ huge!”

He bolted out of the room to see how much damage had been done, all the while feeling his flabby gut. He got about halfway down the hall when he noticed his breathing become labored, so he slowed down as little and took bigger breaths. He ducked into the weight room and hopped on the doctor’s scale. He fiddled with the little bars until the scale was balanced, revealing his weight to be 324.

“Holy shit,” Brock yelped. “64 pounds! I’ve gained 64 pounds! This is a nightmare! Coach is going to kill me.” He flexed his bicep and a mound of flesh popped up, but it wasn’t the same. The added poundage had made it bigger, but it was definitely not as taut as before. He tried to stretch down and touch his toes, so easily done before, but realized his belly prevented his hands from going below his knees. Realizing he was now overweight, out-of-shape, and had lost his flexibility, Brock just about wanted to cry.

Declan entered the room and saw the forlorn look on his friend’s face. He felt badly that Brock had spent so much time with him and so little on his workouts.

“Deck, I’m sorry, man, but I’m not gonna be able to spend much time with you anymore. I have about seven weeks before I need to head back to Stanford, and I’m gonna need every spare moment to get back into shape.”

“Well, I helped you get fat, so I’ll help you get fit again. Let’s get started right now, shall we?”

“You’re right. No time like the present,” said Brock. “I’ll run down to the kitchen and get us some bottles of water.”

“I’ll get some workout clothes for us,” said Declan.

“OK, meet you back here in two minutes.” Brock walked out of the room and headed downstairs into the kitchen. While he was filling up the water bottles, the doorbell rang. He heard Magda cross the foyer, open the door, and start speaking to whoever was there.

“Mr. Brock,” yelled Magda, “there’s a young lady here to see you. She says her name is Heidi.”

“Oh, shit!” thought Brock. He was standing there wearing nothing but his underwear, 64 pounds overweight, and he could hear the pitter patter of Heidi’s feet as she walked toward the kitchen.

Part 4

Brock could hear Magda speaking again. “Right down the hall there, miss. I think I heard him running the water in the kitchen. And would you be so kind to let him know I will be down in the laundry room finishing the wash?”

“No problem, and thank you.” Clop, clop, clop went her shoes on the hardwood floor. “Oh, Brock honey, it’s me. Hope you’re ready for a surprise visit!”

Brock was horrified. “I can’t let Heidi see me,” Brock thought. “She’ll tell the other cheerleaders, they’ll tell the players, and it only be a matter of time before Coach finds out!” He looked for a place to hide, but nowhere was big enough for his immense bulk. Heidi was only a few feet away. Clop, clop, clop.

Brock sucked in his gut as much as he could and braced for the worst.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” Deck’s voice boomed from somewhere in the foyer, causing the clop, clop, clop to stop. “Brock likes to do his joggin’ in the mornin’, so he is out runnin’ the trails. He should be back in a half hour or so.”

“Oh,” replied Heidi. “But the lady who answered the door said she heard him running water in the kitchen.”

“I’m afraid that was me. I was usin’ the restroom upstairs. And let me guess. You must be Heidi, the lovely lass he is always talkin’ about.”

“Yes, Heidi Hills,” she giggled. “And you are…”

“Me name is Declan O’Malley.”

“Oooh, it’s my pleasure, Mr. O’Malley. Do you work here on the estate?”

“Aye. I am the gardener and the chauffeur, miss. If you need to go anywhere, please do not hesitate to let me know.”

“Thank you. I am surprising Brock with my visit today. Think he’ll be surprised?”

“Oh, most definitely. Why don’t I take your bags down this hall and get you settled? Then you can wait out on the veranda or by the pool until Brock gets home.”

“Why, thank you, Mr. O’Malley.”

“Please, call me Deck.”

“OK, Deck.” She giggled once more, and the clop, clop, clop steadily moved away from the kitchen and down the west hallway.

Brock, still sweating in the kitchen, remained perfectly still. The sweat was pouring off his brow, dripping down onto his chest and gut. He was about to peek into the foyer when Deck came rushing into the kitchen wearing a crisply ironed white shirt and a pair of black slacks. “Follow me, I have a plan.”

Deck quietly walked back upstairs, with Brock close behind. They went past their bedrooms and continued down the hall. “Where are we going?” Brock asked.

“In here,” Declan whispered. They entered the last room on the right and shut the door. “I heard the cab pull up and saw her get out. From your description, I knew it had to be Heidi, and I was fairly certain you did not want to be seen in your heavier condition.”

Brock nodded.

“So, I thought I would distract her for a few minutes so you could get dressed.”

“But she’ll see that I’m bigger, even with clothes on. And speaking of clothes, where did you get that outfit?”

“Sometimes on weekends, Luke’s brother comes down to stay. I believe he is your coach up at Stanford.”

“Yeah, he is.”

“Well, he keeps some clothes down here for his visits. The outfit I am wearin’ belongs to him. And he also owns this.” Declan opened up a dresser drawer and pulled out a large gray piece of material.

“What the heck is that?” Brock asked.

“It’s his girdle. When he goes out with Luke to clubs, he wears it to hold in his tummy.”

Brock was about to let out a loud laugh when Declan reached up and covered his mouth with his hand. “Shhh!”

“How do you know about it?”

“Magda told me. She had to help him into it once.”

“Wow, I can’t believe Coach wears a girdle.” He took the garment out of Deck’s hands and looked it over. The only printing on it read, “Hercu-Lean 3000 XXXL.”

“It’s not very big, though,” Brock continued. Do you think it’ll cover all this flab?” To emphasize his point, he let go of the Hercu-Lean with his right hand and jiggled his belly fat. “64 pounds is a lot to conceal.”

“Brock, shut your gob and let’s put it on you.” Deck took the girdle back and wrapped it around his friend’s bloated torso, pulling it tightly with all of his strength. Finally he was able to hook it together, and amazingly, it seemed to provide a secure hold without affecting his breathing too much.

Brock looked at himself in the mirror. “Not too bad,” he thought. His body was still fuller all over and his pecs were sagging over the top of the girdle, but at least his belly didn’t bulge out anymore. Once covered up in one of his coach’s shirt and pants, he simply looked bulkier than before, but not obese.

“Well, let’s see if this works.”

They both walked downstairs and headed outside. Declan stood on the veranda and watched the mini-reunion for a few seconds, smiled, and then headed out to the gardens for a walk. He had only been out there for a few minutes when he heard Brock calling after him.

“Deck! Deck!”

“Aye, Brock.” He stopped and turned to see his friend coming down the path.

“Listen, Heidi thought it would be great to take a tour of the city today. I agreed, mainly ‘cause it would mean I could keep my shirt on and, um, keep my little secret. Can you drive us a few places, but stay as far away from the beach as possible?”

“Of course,” he laughed. “It would be my pleasure. I guess we’ll have to get you back into shape a wee bit later than we thought.”

“Thanks, Declan. I’ll tell her I have to meet with some new “coach” all day tomorrow and see if I can’t get her to go back. As long as Heidi doesn’t find out that I’ve gotten fat, then nobody will ever know.”

The boys walked back to the house and Brock stuck out his arm to escort Heidi to the garage. She grabbed onto his bicep (“Oooh! Bigger!”), leaned her head on his side, and followed Declan to their chariot for the day.

Soon they were off in the Town Car. Declan drove the couple around Beverly Hills, Hollywood, the Sunset Strip, and past the UCLA campus. Having lived in Los Angeles for a few years, Deck was able to provide suitable narration by telling fabulous tales of movie stars that he had heard on some of the tours he had taken.

This was followed by trips to an outdoor farmer’s market, an amusement park, and finally a restaurant for dinner. At every place they went, Declan offered to give the couple privacy, but Heidi insisted that he come along. She found him to be quite interesting and fun, and the thought of him waiting in the car was simply out of the question.

After the trio had ordered their food, Heidi excused herself and went to powder her nose. When she had left the table, Brock turned to Declan and asked, “So what do you think?”

“She’s a very charmin’ lass, Brock. I can see why you fancy her so much.”

“Seeing her now, I understand why I started going out with her. She just has such joy inside, you can almost feel it bursting from her pores.”

“Perhaps she is the one for you after all?”

“I don’t know. She is a very caring person. I guess I’m just worried that maybe she does only love me because she thinks I might become an NFL superstar with lots of money. Even though I had been wondering if she was the right person in my life, it would still be a blow to find out that she only loved me for the wrong reasons.”

“Does she talk about your future in those terms? Like imaginin’ all the things you will be buyin’ her?”

“No, not really. Besides, she comes from a wealthy family. Even if we did break up, she’d still do pretty well.”

“Well, then maybe she doesn’t care about your potential earnin’s. Maybe having you in her life is all that she needs?”

“I guess I should give her the benefit of the doubt. But there’s something else, Deck. Remember, how I talked about the void in my life?”

Before Declan could answer, Heidi announced, “I’m back, boys.” Both men stood up, and Brock pulled out her chair. He smiled as he did so, giving Declan a little nod to let him know they would finish the conversation later.

A few moments later the food started to arrive, and all three enjoyed a nice meal. They continued to talk about a wide variety of topics, and didn’t seem to realize how long they ended up staying there. Around 9:30, they decided the head back to the mansion.

During the ride, however, Heidi started to get very sleepy. The combination of a heavy meal and a few too many glasses of celebratory champagne had made her quite drowsy, and by the time they arrived at Luke’s estate, she had drifted off in the back seat.

While Declan parked the car and secured the garage, Brock brought Heidi upstairs and lay her down on his bed. He looked at her for a while as thoughts of his future floated around in his noggin.

A few minutes later, he heard Declan enter his bedroom, so Brock got up, turned out the light, shut the door, and crossed the hall. “Hey, pal, can I talk to you for a second?”

“Sure, Brock. What’s up?” Deck was sitting on the bed, and he motioned for his friend to come over and sit next to him.

Brock accepted the invitation and sat down. “Thank you for today. I know it couldn’t have been much fun driving us around.”

“It was fine. Like I said, Heidi is a charmin’ lass. Plus, I was really touched at dinner when she talked about how much she loves you. I think it truly came from her heart.”

“Yes, I imagine it did. But listen. I want to finish our conversation from dinner.”

“About the void you were feeling?”

“Yes. Spending the day with Heidi made me realize something.”

“Are you saying you think she may now be the one?”

Brock took a deep breath before he answered. “Remember how I told you about my fantasies with Luke?”

“Aye. You said they weren’t sex fantasies, but rather just him standin’ around flexin’.”

“Well, there’s more to it than that. I’ve had other fantasies in the last few weeks, but they’ve been sort of different.”

“Different in what way?”

Brock was about to explain further when a car pulled up and stopped in the driveway. The boys walked over to the window, and they both immediately recognized the man getting out of the taxi. He was tall and very muscular, and wearing a Seattle Seahawks shirt that looked like it was painted on.

There was no mistaking that the magnificent physique belonging to Luke Brown.

“Shit! He’s here, too,” said Brock. “I definitely can’t let him see me without his brother’s girdle on.”

“And I’m supposed to be off at 7:00pm. He’s probably goin’ to think it’s odd that I am still here at this hour.”

“Can you sneak out and drive the Town Car home?”

“No, he would hear it. Plus, I don’t take Luke’s cars home. Until I moved up to this bedroom, I had been car poolin’ with Magda.”

“Look, Deck, just go hide in my coach’s bedroom. He probably won’t look in there.”

“Good idea.” Deck ran as fast as his stocky body would carry him down the hall.

At the same time, Luke opened the front and dropped his bags into the foyer. “Hello? Brock, you here?”

Brock stepped into the hallway and said, “Up here, Luke.”

Luke’s gigantic frame bounded up the staircase. Magnificent in every way, he beamed while looking at Brock.

“Welcome back, Luke,” said Brock as they shook hands. He was trying not to notice that the stud looked even more muscular than when he had left about six weeks ago.

“Good to be back. Any problems while I was away?”

“No, everything has been great.”

“Cool. But I was wondering if I could ask you to do me one more favor?"

“Anything for you, Luke!” He winced at his words and thought, “God, I sound like a 14-year old girl. I gotta stay calm.” It was too late for Little Brock, however, who had already awaken and getting more excited by the second.

“Great. Go back into bedroom and look out the window.”

“No problem, Luke.” He turned around, walked into the room, and crossed to the window. Brock stared out into the darkness, but he couldn’t see anything.

“Just keep watching,” reassured Luke. He was now standing only inches behind him.

“What am I looking for?”

“Shhhh…..just wait.” Luke’s hot breath was now caressing Brock’s neck.

He suddenly realized what he was looking for. Looking into the window, he could see the reflection of Luke behind him. Slowly, Luke took off his jersey to reveal his smooth torso underneath, jam-packed with bulging muscles. He tossed the shirt onto the floor and pressed up right against the back of Brock.

Luke immediately hit a double bi, and huge grapefruit-size muscles popped up on his arms. They were thick and full, radiating power and strength. “You see, Brock, I’ve gotten a lot bigger lately. And my problem is, I don’t know of anyone who can satisfy me. I need someone big and beefy who can make me feel like a real man.”

Big Brock remained silent, while Little Brock ached for attention.

Luke put his arms down around Brock’s neck and took hold of his shirt. He started to pull on at the neck, causing the fabric to tear slightly.

“Please, Luke…” said Brock, not able to finish his sentence. He was excited and nervous about the prospect of what would happen.

“Brock, let’s see what you’ve got hiding beneath this shirt.” With a jolt, he ripped the shirt clean off his prey, revealing the gray support garment underneath.

Luke chuckled softly at the sight of his brother's garment. “Ah, had to put on the old girdle, huh? Pack on a few pounds while I was away?” Luke started rubbing Brock’s pecs, which were full and fleshy in his hands.

The pec massage made Brock's chest tingle, and he left off a small moan. After about 30 seconds, he tried to answer Luke's question. “Well, uh….”

“Don’t worry about it.” Luke pulled his hands back and used his mighty strength to tear the girdle right down the back. Brock’s body took immediate advantage of this freedom to expanded back to its previous size and shape.

Brock looked down at his saggy physique, and then turned to face his idol. “What do you mean, don’t worry about it?”

Luke put his hands on Brock’s warm belly, gently caressing the flab. He closed his eyes for a few seconds and made an “mmmmm…..” sound.

Brock’s whole body began to tremble. He couldn’t help himself and grabbed onto Luke’s massive biceps. He, too, closed his eyes and began to fantasize. “Wait a minute. Do you like me like this? Did you want me to gain weight?”

Big Brock waited for his answer, and Little Brock waited to explode.

“Brock, that was my plan all along.”