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Justin (The Bigger the Better)
Benji and I climbed the steps up the narrow corridor of concrete and stucco to emerge onto the sunlit stands overlooking the high school football field. Justin stood proudly in the middle of the field. The other thirty-some members of the team had run back as the giant jock approached. They were now all huddled in the end zone, staring up aghast at their giant teammate. Some on the team had ventured out the day before to watch their former peer turned COLOSSUS. Many of them couldn’t sleep the night before, thinking about the ease with which Justin had crushed cars under his giant feet and demolished entire buildings between under his earth-shaking weight. Those that didn’t make it in person, watched it on television from wherever they were at; many of them watching the events unfold, astonished and awed, huddled together in front of the same TV, like a bunch of frightened school girls watching a horror flick on a sleepover. Overnight, they tossed and turned in their beds as they dreamt of Justin’s massive body, flexing the titanic muscles of his body, growing infinitely bigger and stronger with every breath he took. Every single one of them feared that Justin would show up. Their fears had been temporarily quelled by Coach Bruno’s assurances…but the Coach (incredibly) had been wrong. The Truth was standing before them. You see, what the Coach failed to appreciate is that, while a giant of his “stature” had bigger fish to fry, Justin always kept his promises…always!
Justin sneered at the pathetic display before him. Here was the “crème de la crème” of his high school’s athletes, the upper echelon of the jocks, the biggest, strongest and toughest his school had to offer. He knew the group well. After all, he had been one of the groups most outstanding members. But they were peers then. Now, they trembled at the sight of him, cowering pitifully at his giant feet, their combined weight a mere thousandth of his colossal mass. In fact, combined, they were not much heavier than one of his giant football cleats. Justin rolled his shoulders and felt the massive muscles of his back roll and expand with enough force to knock down a large building. A light snap of the seams under his arm pits warned him that the material couldn’t take much more flexing than that. “Damn, this is perfect!” Justin thought to himself, pleased with his abysmal size advantage.
Justin stepped forward, closing in on the end zone in just giant three steps before stopping abruptly over the tiny cringing jocks at his feet.
“MAN, YOU DON’T BELIEVE THE TROUBLE I HAD FINDING A JERSEY THAT WOULD FIT ME!” Justin joked. The jocks smiled and laughed, although with palpable trepidation.
“SO HERE’S HOW IT’S GONNA GO, DUDES”, Justin said confidently addressing the miniature team below him. “I DON’T KNOW WHO COACH HAD PICKED TO BE THIS YEAR’S CAPTAIN (it had been Ryan) BUT I’M YOUR NEW CAPTAIN…PERIOD. I MEAN, NO OFFENSE, BUT YOU GUYS JUST DON’T MEASURE UP TO ME ANY MORE, YOU KNOW?”
The team nodded appreciatively at the giant muscle teen towering above him. His impromptu leadership went unquestioned, even by Ryan, who was more that willing to forfeit his stewardship to his giant teammate.
“THE GOOD NEWS IS WITH ME ON YOUR TEAM, THERE ISN’T A TEAM ON EARTH THAT CAN BEAT US! HELL, I CAN TAKE ON EVERY TEAM IN THE COUNTRY JUST BY MYSELF! I DON’T EVEN NEED YOU SHRIMPS!!!” Then Justin smiled down at the humbled jocks and added, “BUT RULES ARE RULES. I’M GONNA NEED A TEAM AROUND ME TO PLAY, EVEN IF IT’S A BUNCH OF ANKLE-HIGH SQUIRTS LIKE YOU!”
The team continued to nod respectfully to their giant team captain. They were there to follow and obey Justin. It had taken mere seconds for them to learn to give their captain the unquestioned respect and obedience he demanded. The jocks could smell the heavy odor of sweat coming from Justin’s cleats and would occasionally glance at them, fearing what their massive captain’s feet could do to them if they dared disobey him.
“I’LL PLAY WHATEVER POSITION I WANT, WHENEVER I WANT”, Justin continued. “IF I WANNA QUARTERBACK, I’LL DO THAT. IF I WANNA BE ON OFFENSE OR DEFENSE, I’LL BE ON BOTH. AND IF I FEEL LIKE SCORING, I’LL RUN THE BALL IN FOR A HUNDRED TOUCHDOWNS IF I WANT!!! NO-ONE WILL STOP ME!!!” Justin proudly boomed, and to emphasize his point he lifted his insanely huge arm and flexed it. The short sleeve of his jersey retreated in panic so that the bulging peak of Justin’s ripped, steel hard bicep was on full display. Justin smiled as he heard the astonished moans of the little jocks below.
“I’LL TELL YOU WHAT DRILLS TO RUN FROM NOW ON”, he said. “FROM NOW ON YOU LISTEN TO ME AND ME ONLY. GOT IT?” The awed players murmured in concurrence. In fact, even Coach Bruno found himself nodding along to Justin’s every command. Justin made eye contact with the aging football coach and gave him a telling grin. It was a grin of superiority and invincibility; a smile that let the coach know that he had just snapped the veteran coach’s pride like a toothpick and had enjoyed every second of it. The respect Coach had earned over forty long years of hard work and unparalleled dedication had evaporated in seconds. This was Justin’s team now and the Coach was a fleeting memory.
Justin stepped over to the drill course Coach had set up; a set of truck tires with a row of tackling dummies at the very end. He grinned and lifted his foot over the tires.
Predictably, the tires vanished under his giant foot as he ground his giant cleat deeper and deeper into the ground. Justin’s foot penetrated the fresh, grass turf of the field like soft mud. In fact, the few steps Justin had taken on the football field had left the pristine grassy turf with deep crater-sized footprints, surrounded by jagged piles of dirt and sod. Obviously, the sharp, massive, stone-crushing cleats on his soles only exacerbated the damage he exacted with every step. Clearly, Justin did not intend to use Coach’s drill course.
“COOL, TACKLING DUMMIES”, Justin mused as he playfully surveyed the miniature figures at his feet.
“IF A DEFENSIVE LINE IS EVER STUPID ENOUGH TO LINE UP AGAINST ME, I’LL JUST KNEEL DOWN ON THE FIRST PLAY.”
Without warning, Justin fell down to one knee, bringing that one knee down squarely on the row of tacking dummies.
The tremors from the impact spread out for several miles, sending a few of the football players flailing to the ground. Powerful vibrations shook through the stands where Benji and I were (luckily) seated. As for the tackling dummies, those that had fallen under Justin’s knee were embedded a good four to five feet into the ground, pancaked into unrecognizable cloth and metal scrap. A few of the dummies escaped destruction, but the force of the impact sent them flying off the supporting rail, landing a good forty to fifty feet away.
“YEAH BABY!!!” Justin gloated. “I CAN’T WAIT FOR THE REAL THING!!! HA! HA! HA!”
I looked on fascinated as the Justin led his team through their first set of drills. As a spectator I was scared, amused, excited and astonished all at once; in a word, overwhelmed. Benji had a similar look of rapt fascination on his face. You could tell he had re-joined the “land of the living” since earlier today. Still, his behavior remained eccentric. While I had been completely focused on the action on the field, Benji had managed to pry himself away to buy a large container of water ice from one of the vending machines downstairs. Much of his face was buried in the container, though his eyes never strayed from his giant teenage classmate. Granted it was hot, but how could anyone think of eating at a time like this?!? How could anyone’s mind stray from the display of power and dominance Justin was putting on?
“You want some?” Benji said. “I got one for you too.”
“Sure”, I said. Mmmm….Cherry. My favorite flavor…
Benji and I sat there like two little cheerleaders checking out the jocks during practice. Actually, the whole thing brought back a lot of high school memories for me. I used to hide behind in the stands on those hot summer days catching glimpses of some of the hottest guys in my class, working up a sweat in their heavy football uniforms, and then stripping off their drenched jerseys, proudly displaying their tight, buff bodies to their other teammates and the girls in the stands. I had to hide under the stands in those days, fighting for the occasional yet rewarding glimpse. Now I was free to sit on the stands and comfortably watch without anyone saying shit to me. I greedily swallowed down my first bite of cherry water ice and contemplated the cyclical nature of life, only to clutch my temple in pain as a powerful “brain freeze” pounded through my head.
Justin placed his foot firmly in the middle of the field and called the rest of the team over. They slowly, but obediently approached their giant captain.
“YOU LADIES DON’T NEED TACKLING DUMMIES. THEY’RE CRAP. I WANT YOU GUYS ONE BY ONE TO CHARGE INTO MY ANKLE, AS HARD AS YOU CAN! GO AHEAD…ONE BY ONE…TRY AND MOVE ME!!!”
The teammates lined up in a single line, most of them trying to line up behind someone else to avoid being first in line. The least alert of them ended up in front cursing their bad luck and poor attention span. The first player, who happened to be Jeremy, one of the star defensive tackles, was about to charge at the shoe when Justin warned,
“OH, BY THE WAY, GUYS. I’D BETTER FEEL THE IMPACT THROUGH MY SHOE. IF NOT, THEN YOU’LL BE THE SECOND SET OF TACKLING DUMMIES I GO THROUGH TODAY.”
Jeremy blanched at the giant’s threat. He was going to simply run up to Justin’s shoe and hit it with one shoulder. Jeremy realized that Justin’s foot and ankle were thicker and harder than any wall he could ever encounter. Still, the prospect of being ground instantly into a pulp under Justin’s foot or knee was enough for Jeremy to throw caution to the wind and charge at the giant cleat before him as if his life depended on it…because it did!
Justin only barely felt the impact of the tiny little tackle slamming into the heel of his cleat. He heard the little defensive tackle yelp in pain and watched with a smile as he collapsed in a heap by his giant foot. Six months ago, Justin admired Jeremy for his amazing and unnatural strength and size. He was one of the strongest jocks on the whole football team. Now, even a thousand men like Jeremy, couldn’t even hope to budge one of Justin’s massive feet.
Meanwhile, Jeremy was clutching his shoulder, writhing in pain on the ground. He had charged into Justin’s cleat, hoping his thick shoulder pads would absorb much of the impact. It absorbed far less than he had hoped. It felt as if he was running into a brick wall or tackling a fire hydrant. The pain was so incredible Jeremy felt he was going to pass out. He wheezed trying to catch his breath.
“GOOD EFFORT, DUDE”, Justin said. “BUT YOU AIN’T NEARLY AS STRONG AS I THOUGHT YOU WERE. LOOKS LIKE YOU MIGHT MISS A GAME OR TWO, HUH?”
No-one dared help Jeremy, at least not without being instructed by their captain. Jeremy summoned every ounce of strength in his body to fight back the pain and awkwardly rise to his feet again, still gripping his right shoulder. Justin was surprised that the little runt had enough stamina to get back to his feet again. He was almost impressed. He decided that the tiny jock deserved a break.
“GO AHEAD, DUDE”, Justin smiled. “I’LL LET YOU HIT THE SHOWERS EARLY.”
Jeremy didn’t have to be told twice. He nodded gratefully to his captain and staggered off the field, back to the gym. Justin looked back at the line of football players and gave them a mean grin,
“LET’S KEEP THIS LINE MOVIN’, LADIES. WE AIN’T GOT ALL DAY!!! WHO’S NEXT?”
* * * * *
Much like herded calves being led into the slaughterhouse, the frightened jocks charged into Justin’s foot, only to end up badly bruised and battered, and this was only in the best cases. There were two more dislocated shoulders and three players who painfully snapped their clavicle bones. Two of the players sustained grave concussions. The water boys were being kept busy removing injured players off the field and taking them to the school gym, where Jeremy was currently being attended by a team of physicians that had rushed to the scene (with a caravan of TV camera crews following close behind).
When the last of the injured had been carried off the field, Justin smiled down at the remaining players. All of them had been shaken and hurt to a greater or lesser degree from the previous drill, yet they did all they could to stay on the field. Something told him that this captain didn’t like quitters.
“OK…NOW THAT WE’VE SEPERATED THE BOYS FROM THE WUSSIES, WE CAN GET STARTED ON SOME REAL DRILLS!” Justin announced. The entire team shuddered all at once.
Justin wanted the team to practice some plays he had designed, or at least he claimed to have designed…I got the impression he was making them up as he went along. On the first few plays, Justin played quarterback. He directed his entire offensive line to get open in case he decided to pass the ball to one of them. The offense had it easy on these plays. It was the defense that was scared nearly senseless. Justin ordered them to tackle him with all their might, warning them that there would be dire consequences if they underperformed. He taunted them saying,
“WHO KNOWS? YOU LITTLE FAIRIES MIGHT BE ABLE TO TRIP ME UP OR SOMETHIN’. JUST PRETEND I’M A LITTLE GUY JUST LIKE YOU. PRETEND I’M NOT FOUR AND A HALF MILLION POUNDS OF MUSCLE!!! THE TOUGHER YOU PLAY, THE EASIER I’LL GO ON YA…”
The team fearfully lined up for the play. Justin lined up behind his offense and squatted down to receive the hike. His massive thighs cast shadows over the frightened team below. His legs were so big that even with his feet a good ten yards behind his offense; his bent knees crossed the scrimmage line, not that anyone dared call a penalty on the obvious encroachment. The rules of the game weren’t meant for a STUD the size of Justin; he had outgrown the rules long ago.
Justin looked down at the team below. He noticed that his massive, squared shoulders were broader and wider than the entire offensive line before him. Justin grinned as he flared his lats, allowing his shoulders and torso to push out wider and wider still, completely dwarfing the line in width. There was no hiding that Justin was feeling really, really good about himself.
“HIKE!!!” he thundered, the power of his voice sending some of the jocks on his offense stumbling to the ground. They hastened to their feet and blew by the defense to the wide open field before them. The challenge to hiking the ball to Justin was hiking it back far enough, since Justin’s hand rested a good five yards behind the offensive line. Luckily, his hand was so big that it was impossible to miss. The ball reached Justin’s hand and Justin snapped his hand shut around it.
The defense stood there nervously gaping up at him, their chin straps from their helmets the only restraint which kept their jaws from dropping. Justin smiled and stood up from his squatting position…slowly…very slowly…allowing the defense at his feet to stare in awe at every towering foot of height in his giant 162 foot frame. What an incredible sight! I choked on the last bit of cherry water ice in my mouth as I watched.
“TACKLE ME, OR I’LL ROLL RIGHT OVER YOU LITTLE FUCKS!” Justin said with an arrogant sneer…God, even when he sneered he looked sexy!
The defense ran at Justin’s feet, some tackling his left cleat, others his right. Either way, they all met with the same sharp impact against those giant feet. Many of them fell back in pain, only to get up and pound wildly, frantically at the massive shoe in front of them. Other continued to push and strain against the shoe, not necessarily because they felt it was possible to move this massive tower of muscle, but because they dared not disappoint Justin.
Justin only felt faint taps against his feet during the initial impact. The flailing and pounding went almost unnoticed. He was just way too big…way too strong…and way, way too powerful for even their best efforts to rise above anything pathetically comedic. Justin opened up his clenched fist and found the tiny football, the size of a jellybean, nestled in the palm of his hand. Justin was somewhat disappointed that he could not palm the tiny ball to throw a spiral to his teammates as he had always dreamed, but being a real-life GIANT more than made up for it.
“HEAD’S UP LADIES”, he boomed. Justin tossed the football into the end zone where several players waited for the ball, anxious not to disappoint their giant captain. As the ball fell, one of the players “called it”, as an outfielder would in baseball, and easily caught it.
“NICE JOB”, Justin boomed. “LET’S RUN THAT ONE A COUPLE MORE TIMES!”
It wasn’t like the team needed to practice the play. After all, it was simple enough. The entire offense would huddle in the end zone and catch the ball when Justin threw it. It was just that simple. But Justin was sadistically relentless. Every pathetic attempt the defense made to trip him up, or even move one of his massive feet, made Justin feel more empowered and more superior. The defense was visibly hurt and tired, but their exhaustion seemed to transcend the physical realm. The hungry look in their eyes had been replaced with a humble sorrow. They had exchanged their proud stride for the humiliated slouch and limp in their step. It was as if Justin was sapping all of the virility out of these promising young jocks. They looked defeated, vanquished and firmly put in their place.
On the final play, Justin surprised the defensive line pointlessly ramming at his shoe, and stepped forward. His right shoe slammed into several linemen, sending their frail bodies flying through the air, some landing as far as ten yards back! Justin chuckled as his massive feet pounded the turf with every ground-shaking step he took. The offense waiting in the end zone panicked and ran off the field, leaving enough room for their colossal quarterback to strut across the goal line and score.
“MAN, THAT WAS THE QUICKEST SCORE SO FAR! I MIGHT JUST RUN THE BALL IN ON EVERY DOWN!” Justin said as he casually flicked the ball away with his thumb and forefinger, sending the ball soaring through the air and into the parking lot of an apartment complex, four blocks away!!! The ball was hurled with tremendous force and it easily smashed through the windshield of a pick up truck parked there.
Meanwhile, the water boys had their hands full again. The last play had left four linemen injured with cracked ribs and torn muscles. One linebacker had even suffered a broken hip. The pain was agonizing. The smaller players on the sidelines from the junior varsity team, which was made up primarily of freshmen and sophomores, reluctantly put their helmets on and ran onto the field to fill in for the injured linemen. They realized that it was not a question of “if” they would get hurt playing against Justin, but rather “how badly” they would be hurt. Luckily for them, Justin was about to cut this smaller defense a break.
“OK, LET’S SEE HOW GOOD OUR OFFENSE IS. I’M ON DEFENSE NOW!!!” Justin said grinning down at the petrified offense. “MAN, YOU THOUGHT I WAS TOUGH AT QUARTERBACK…YOU GUYS AIN’T SEEN NOTHIN’ YET!” Justin announced. He flashed the horrified team below a smile of huge, sharp, gleaming teeth as he cracked his giant knuckles. Each crack rattled echoed ominously through the hollow metal stands where Benji and I sat. Justin gave us a low growl as he slowly brought his arms into a brief crab pose. The titanic muscles of his chest and shoulders SWELLED with size. It was enough to bust the hem of his jersey, causing a sizeable tear to run down from the back of his neck.
The offense fearfully lined up in front of Justin while the junior defense did the same. Justin smiled down at the junior varsity players at his feet. Spreading his stance, he placed one foot down at the right end of the line and his other foot down at the end. His legs were so long and his stance so wide that the defense comfortably fit in the space between his feet. There was an audible collective gulp from the team below as they gazed up at the immense calf and thigh muscles towering high above them. His calf muscles alone looked bigger and thicker than any redwood in existence…and it was all solid, steel-hard muscle!
Justin brought his hand down to the grass as he crouched down, assuming a traditional linebacker stance. But even crouched down he was bigger than any building or object for miles! He grinned down at the cowering offensive line and growled,
“YOU THINK YOU GUYS CAN GET PAST ME? HOW BOUT IF I BLITZ YOU GUYS! I’D CRUSH EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU IN SECONDS!!!”
“YOU READY FOR THIS!?!” Justin said with a cocky sneer as he proudly pounded his chest. “BRING IT ON!!!”
There was palpable fear on the offense. In their minds, this was the end. Justin was having too much fun to restrain himself any further. He would come pounding through and crush them under his feet, or simply fall on them, completely obliterating the team under the phenomenal tonnage of his massive muscles! Terror, remorse and sorrow filled their hearts, except for one individual, whose heart was filled with a defiant rage…
* * * * *
A.J. Gallagher was a dangerous kid. From elementary school his teachers had labeled him as introverted and moody. His grades were consistently below average and he frequently earned the behavioral observation “does not work well with others” on his report card. This anti-social behavior intensified through middle school and high school. He was tall, thin and scrappy, often venting his inner demons by intimidating those smaller and weaker than him. He wasn’t the toughest or strongest kid in his class, but he was predator in the truest sense of the word; a vulture preying solely upon those that were small and injured. It was the reason kids like Benji typically feared him.
In the 9th Grade, A.J. went out for football. The perennial loner surprised everyone by unveiling a fantastic arm which almost won him a spot on the varsity team. Nevertheless, he started as quarterback for the junior varsity team for one year until Coach Bruno named him the starting varsity quarterback entering 10th Grade. A.J. frequented the local gym for his strength training, though he typically worked out alone. While his height (6’1”) was an advantage for the position of quarterback, he felt he needed to be stronger, a little less lanky. A.J. was looking for quick gains and was easily allured to steroids to achieve quick gains in size and strength. A.J. worked out assiduously and soon began to show results that made the rest of his classmates cringe. While he did not put on much mass, what little mass he had was hard, unbelievably ripped muscle. His body fat hovered around 3%. To look at him changing in the locker room would be to look at an anatomical chart, every muscle fiber in bold relief under this tight, thin skin. Weighing 200 pounds, A.J. could curl just over 225 pounds and bench close to 450. He was turning into a genetic freak. Everyone knew he was on the “juice”, even Coach Bruno, who selfishly condoned the quarterback’s continued abuse of steroids. The rashes of acne against his red burning skin seemed to belie any natural explanation for A.J. ’s strength. Furthermore, his temper, which had been short before, could now be described as “hair trigger”. A.J. found himself pummeling students who were even bigger than him for absolutely no reason and without warning! Everyone stayed away from A.J. for fear of becoming a victim of his “roid rage”. A.J. was not your average high school quarterback, respected by his jock friends, ogled by the cheerleaders and admired by everyone else; far from it, everyone feared and disliked him.
It was the middle of June, the last week of school, when Justin was seated with his friends Kyle and Jeremy and a few other jocks at a lunch table in the back of the cafeteria, the so-called “cool table”. The jocks had reserved this table between 5th and 6th Period and the conversation there seldom strayed from girls, lifting and…well…more girls. No-one who was not a jock gained admittance to the “cool table”. The only notable exception might have been Benji who seemed to have befriended Justin, much to the disbelief of his jock brethren. Eventually, the jocks learned to accept Benji’s periodic appearances at the table; he was inoffensive enough. Besides, he never turned down a request to do their geometry homework! On this particular day, they had admitted Evan Sharpe to their table. He was named the back-up quarterback for the varsity squad by Coach Bruno earlier that morning. One of the perks that came with that nomination was instant inclusion to the “cool table”, a much-coveted status symbol among the social strata of this high school world. It was a perk no-one turned down, except maybe A.J. At present, Justin, who had emerged as the handsome, benevolent and jovial leader of this “pack”, had the floor at the “cool table”. He was talking, of course, about his weight training.
“I spent, like, three hours last night on the new weight set my dad got me. It was like I never got tired”, Justin bragged.
“I believe it”, Ryan admitted. “The times Jeremy and I have seen you in the gym, you’ve been unstoppable! It’s hard keepin’ up with you, man! Were you able to lift any more than before?”
“Hell yeah!” Justin answered, feigning surprise that they would even question this. “I curled about 225 for ten reps!”
“Bullshit!” Jeremy replied, his pride somewhat injured. He had never been able to curl that weight for that many reps, and he had always been considered the strongest man on the team, excluding perhaps their genetically-altered quarterback.
“Well…” Justin said with a big smile on his face, “Maybe I’ll just have to come down to the gym sometime and show you boys what these guns are capable of.”
“Let’s see those guns if they’re so big and bad”, Ryan dared.
Most anyone would have backed down from the challenge, especially when it was issued by a muscle man like Ryan. But being the big show off he was, Justin was hoping Ryan would challenge him.
“Well, I’m happy to oblige, boys”, Justin said with a smug grin as he stood up, standing over his seat. “Just promise not to get scared”, Justin taunted with a cocky wink of the eye.
He lifted his arms over his head and slid the snug jersey off his torso. Below he wore a tight white tank top and a silver chain with two military tags oh his chest. Justin was big, ripped and defined, although not to the grotesque extreme A.J. was. The ripples and ridges of his tight eight pack were clearly discernible through the tight cotton fabric on his top. The eyes of every jock at the table bulged out in amazement. They were used to changing next to Justin and seeing him shirtless almost every other day, but here before them, he looked broader, wider and bigger than ever before. It was almost as if he had grown overnight! His pecs bulged with power and his large hard nipples poked proudly through the top. His wide shoulders, thick, sculpted lats and perfectly round deltoids gave Justin a breathtaking V-taper that made the jocks’ jaws drop in envy. Justin casually tossed the jersey on his seat and raised his arms. He brought them into a great double biceps pose which drew gasps from the entire lunchroom, notably from those seated at the “cool table”. Justin casually looked at each of his flexed biceps and then back down at Ryan who looked up at him dumbfounded. The girls at nearby tables squealed and cheered. Even a camera flash went off!
“Holy shit, man! You look diesel!” Jeremy remarked, the shock detectable in his voice.
“You weren’t kidding, man. You’re gettin’ huge!!! How much you weigh now?”
“This morning I weighed in at 215”, Justin said proudly
“Dude, you didn’t even break 200 two weeks ago!” Jeremy gawked. “You’re puttin’ on some serious mass, dude! How big are those arms!?!”
“I don’t know, maybe 16 ½ or 17 inches…about as big as yours. In fact, I’m pretty sure they’re bigger than yours when they’re pumped”, Justin bragged, never taking his look and smile off of Ryan. “You wanna feel ‘em?” Justin asked bringing his arm down to Ryan’s face. “I’m as hard as a rock and I ain’t even pumped, man!” Justin flexed his arm in front of Ryan’s face. The rest of the table watched incredulously as the round peak of Justin’s bicep gradually inflated to eclipse the contours of Ryan’s face; from his chin to his mouth, then his nose and closing in on his wide, astonished eyes.
“No way man! I ain’t queer!!!” Ryan protested instinctively, pushing Justin’s flexed arm away. Ryan’s heart jumped when he found that Justin’s arm barely moved. Indeed, Ryan’s hand had come into contact with Justin’s upper arm and he judged it to be, like Justin had promised, as hard as rock; in fact, much harder that Ryan’s arms after even the most grueling work out. Ryan began feeling something that he rarely felt and had never felt in Justin’s presence. He began to feel intimidated. Very, very intimidated…
“Queer?” Justin said, removing his arm from Ryan’s face and standing up straight again. “Whoever said you was queer? You got somethin’ you wanna tell me, Ry?”
The table laughed gratuitously and Ryan simply sneered up at Justin.
“Fuck you, dude”, was the obligatory comeback. Justin smiled and faux-pas punched Ryan in the shoulder and sat back down. Much to the delight of the tables of girls seated behind him, Justin did not put his jersey back on. Instead he tucked it into the front of his waistband, and sat down on his chair backwards, giving the tables behind him a gracious view of his broad muscular back and his hard, well-rounded, bubble butt.
Justin asked Ryan some question about how his workouts were going, and Ryan answered as best he good, trying to make his gains sound as impressive as the ones Justin so visibly displayed. But it was clear where the attention of the table lay. All eyes rested on Justin’s impressive musculature which could have graced the cover of any workout magazine in the country. Combined with his Hollywood good-looks, he was truly stunning to behold. Justin could feel the heat of everyone’s eyes on him, even while he struggled to politely keep eye contact with Ryan. Ryan was talking to him, but Justin was barely listening. He was basking in the shock that the mass-unveiling of his physique had garnered him. In just a few weeks of heavy lifting (and heavy eating) he had transformed his once admirable physique into without question the most magnificent body in the entire school! Outgrowing his dad in weight and height just a couple weeks ago was a rush in itself, but it was nothing compared to the hushed adulation of his classmates. He could hear their astonished whispers and nervous squeals. He could sense their collective awe….and Justin loved ate it up!!! Justin’s smile grew as he realized what he had accomplished in just a few weeks of working out. His potential was unreal! Justin felt his heart flutter with anticipation as he realized just how much bigger and stronger he would grow over the summer…there would be no stopping him…
A crashing sound interrupted his thoughts and everyone in the cafeteria (grudgingly) took their eyes off of Justin and focused their attention to the front of the cafeteria. At the entrance there were a set of vending machines. The crashing sound was made by Evan, the new back-up quarterback, as he was being smashed into the 7-Up machine by none other than A.J. Gallagher. Evan had been leaving the lunchroom when he had turned his head to cast one final glance ay Justin. “Man, I wish I had muscles like that. Justin looks so awesome”, Evan said to himself with a sigh that was both envious and (to his embarrassment) yearning. Unfortunately, he held his glance a second too long and ended up bumping into A.J. as he stepped through the doorway. The reaction was instant. A.J. grabbed Evan’s shirt, lifted him up in the air and through him back into the 7-Up machine. Evan was not weak or small by any means. In fact he was slightly bigger than A.J. But he could not compete with the strength of this “roided up” beast. Evan tried to escape, but A.J. charged into him, slamming him back into the 7-Up machine with even greater ferocity. This time Evan’s back smashed through the cheap plastic cover of the machine. The force of the impact was enough to dispense two Hawaiian Punch cans, sending them aimlessly rolling across the cafeteria floor. A.J. pressed his forearm against Evan’s throat, prohibiting both his movement and respiration.
“You wanna pick a fight with me asshole? Huh? You think you stand a chance against me?!?” roared A.J. “I’ll break your fucking neck, you fucking pussy!!!”
A.J. punctuated this statement with a closed fist delivered into Evan’s midsection. The respectable abdominal muscles below collapsed against the sheer brutality of the blow and the impact sunk deep into Evan’s gut. Evan tried to scream in pain, but he could only gasp as his face got redder and redder…He felt like he would pass out soon…
Most of the jocks stood at the “cool table” helplessly watching their newly-initiated member being mercilessly pummeled.
“Man, look at A.J. over there”, Ryan said with an irritated sound in his voice. “Dude, this shit has gotta stop!”
“Yeah”, Jeremy agreed. “One of these days, someone’s gonna put that asshole in his place.”
Justin gave them a critical gaze and said, “What do you mean someday?”
Justin stood up from his seat. Ryan let out a slight gasp as he watched Justin’s head creep up an inch or two higher than his own. “Holy shit! He’s growing taller than me too!” Ryan thought feeling his ego deflating more and more in Justin’s presence.
“This is gonna stop right now!” Justin said with a conviction that drew lumps in the throats of everyone within earshot.
Justin walked directly down the aisle, making a bee-line for the damaged 7-Up machine. His long purposeful strides carried him across the wide expanse of the cafeteria in what seemed like only seconds. He reached A.J. and grabbed him from behind, forcefully whipping A.J. off of Evan and sending A.J. startled to the ground. Evan simply crumbled in pain at Justin’s feet. Justin tried to support him at first, but found that it was useless. Besides, he had to divert his attention to the crazed animal that was getting to back to his feet in front of him.
A.J. could not believe someone had dared push him out of the way; denying him yet another victim. His face turned beet red as he rose to his feet and looked at Justin. Unlike any of his previous victims, Justin returned his rage filled eyes with a cold, steely stare. Gone was the lovable, warm expression of a top caliber heartthrob. This was a look of reproach, determination and power. It was a look that would have scared away most brave men, but A.J. rage went beyond brave and into insanity. A.J. slowly approached Justin. He was somewhat surprised to find that Justin was a couple inches taller than him, and clearly no stranger to the gym. He did not remember this much muscle on him. Justin had been hiding a mighty physique under those wrestling sweat suits and long football jerseys. Again, Justin’s impressive size and musculature would have made most men think twice…but not A.J…
“You think just because you added some size on you that I’m supposed to be scared or something. I’ll fucking kick your ass!” A.J. threatened as he came within inches of Justin’s face.
“Get the fuck out of my face or I SWEAR I’ll break every bone in your body!” Justin said with a firmness and confidence that made the cafeteria gasp.
A.J. was beyond incensed. He was almost frothing at the mouth in rage. He felt some of his capillaries bursting with uncontrollable rage. No-one had ever spoken to him like that before, and A.J. vowed to make sure that no-one would ever speak to him like that again.
A.J. charged into Justin like a bull, knocking the strapping young Adonis back into the brick wall close by. Justin had moved at the last second to avoid the dangerously sharp shards of plastic left from the damaged vending machine behind him. Justin hit the brick wall with a heavy thud, and A.J. began wailing on him with all his might, leveling a series of quick punches directly into Justin’s ribs. A.J.’s head pushed into Justin’s chest holding him in place as his fists went to work. Justin gritted his teeth in pain as he absorbed the flurry of punches. However, he forgot almost completely about his pain when he realized that he was taking the beating pretty well. A.J. was so brutal that it was not uncommon for the recipient of one of his beatings to wind up in the hospital with their fair share of broken bones. But here Justin was, taking the most savage beating A.J. had ever dealt, and he was still standing. In fact, A.J.’s brutal assault would result in a series of small minor bruises along his ribs! It was time to fight back!
Justin raised his left arm and in a lightning quick motion brought his elbow down on A.J.’s shoulder with every ounce of his 215 pound frame. A.J.’s assault came to a sudden stop as he jumped back and clutched his shoulder in pain and screamed like a wounded animal. He had never felt pain like this before, because no-one had ever hurt him before! Justin took advantage of A.J.’s surprise by pulling his right arm back, and delivering a ferocious punch. The punch packed so much power that he could have put his fist through a wall (Justin knew this since there were a couple of holes in the wall of his garage with his name on them). In this instance, Justin’s fist landed against A.J.’s jaw. Justin could feel A.J.’s jaw fold and crack under the force of his punch. A thin stream of blood flew out of A.J.’s contorted mouth. It was a punch that could have easily knocked out most men…but Justin wasn’t finished just yet. Justin brought his left fist in and delivered a terrifying upper cut directly under A.J.’s chin. A.J.’s chin and jaw shattered further sending a spray of blood out of his mouth. But more impressively, Justin’s punch was so strong, it actually lifted A.J. off the ground and sent him flying back a few feet before he landed in a confused, bloody heap on the cafeteria floor.
A.J. looked up at Justin standing over him. The unquenchable rage in his eyes had vanished. It had been replaced with a mixture of shock and bewilderment. A.J. spit out a mouthful of blood and saliva that had filled up below his bottom lip and was distraught to find up to three teeth swimming in the bloody soup. He got back up to his feet, only this time, very slowly. His eyes inspected the seemingly indestructible jock before him. No-one had ever escaped the fury of A.J.’s rib shots without some serious injury to his breast cage, but Justin looked unscathed. In fact, Justin was smiling. Justin’s confidence was soaring higher than any artificial high A.J. had ever experienced on the “juice”. The aura of invincibility that once surrounded A.J. had been shattered. It was clear to everyone present who the toughest man in the school was…and it wasn’t A.J. In fact, everyone there was shocked to discover just how much stronger Justin was than the bully everyone once feared.
“Come on, freak”, Justin said stepping toward A.J. who found himself stepping back. “You think we’re done, here? We ain’t done! I’m just gettin’ started!” Justin said proudly thumping his hard, muscular chest. “I’m havin’ too much fun to stop now!”
Suddenly Justin charged at A.J. who was still somewhat unsteady on his feet. Justin slammed A.J. into the brick wall, tackling him with his broad round shoulder; a devastating tackle that would have brought a tear to the eye of Coach Bruno. In fact, it was enough to crack one of A.J.’s ribs. Justin thrust his forearm into A.J.’s throat, crushing his Adam’s apple and cutting off his breathing. Justin slowly and deliberately lifted A.J. off the ground with his forearm still firmly lodged on this throat until the bloody bully’s feet were dangling an inch or two off the ground. Everyone in the cafeteria was stunned, not only by Justin’s brutality but also by the very obvious size advantage he held over A.J. A.J.’s once potent frame looked small and broken next to Justin’s Herculean frame, his muscles heaving with raw strength and power.
“I’m gonna break every bone in your fucking body, just like I promised”, Justin said with an evil grin in a soft growl only he and A.J. could hear. A.J.’s eyes bulged with fear, which only made Justin feel more powerful. “You have no idea just how strong I’ve become…I’m gonna make sure you never fuck with anyone ever again!…”
“Mr. Lake. That is enough”, Justin heard someone say.
Justin turned around and saw the school principle, Mr. Green. He was a short, plump man, only reaching Justin’s shoulder. He had arrived at the cafeteria hearing reports of a fight there. He was surprised to hear that Justin Lake, one of the high school’s most popular students was one of the kids involved. He was even more surprised to find Justin manhandling A.J. Gallagher with so much ease. “My God! Is that Justin!?!” Mr. Green thought to himself. “He’s gotten so BIG!” Despite his diminished stature, Mr. Green plump frame and sturdy baritone commanded respect. Justin set A.J. back on the ground and backed away from him.
“Mr. Gallagher. I want you to go to the washroom and wash up”, ordered Mr. Green “Then I want you to go home. Go directly home. I will be in touch with your parents…again…”
A.J. could not bear to look at his classmates. He was distraught and crestfallen. His jaw and his chest were in incredible pain, but the injury to his ego was by far the most painful. He slinked out of the cafeteria wiping the trickle of blood running down his chin, defeated but still alive.
“Mr. Green. I was just defending Evan.”, Justin protested “A.J. was beating him up for no reason. I was just trying to…”
Mr. Green raised his hand interrupting Justin’s plea.
“I know, Justin. I realize that.”
Justin looked somewhat confused. “Oh”, he added simply.
“This is A.J. were talking about here. I have a pretty good idea who started the fight. But now it’s over. So please…you…uh…You proved your point, Justin. You…you definitely proved your point.”
Justin raised a brow in surprise. It was not like Mr. Green to fumble his words like this. He glanced down at the bulging muscles of his pumped arms and torso, glistening with the sweat of exertion. He looked like a young Greek god! Could it be that the resolute Mr. Green was a little intimidated by Justin and his powerful physique? It certainly seemed that way. Justin rewarded Mr. Green’s coded worship with a winning smile.
“OK, it’s cool, Mr. Green. Everything’s cool”, Justin said.
“Thank you”, Mr. Green added sounding very much relieved. “Don’t worry. I will not be contacting your parents about this. Everyone else, the period is almost over. Move on to your next class! ”
“Thanks”, Justin nodded.
Mr. Green made his departure and the stunned students, following their principle’s orders, began filing out of the cafeteria amid much excited talk. Everyone who passed Justin either gawked up at him in admiration or worked up the courage to go up to him and congratulate him.
“Dude, you were awesome!”
“You’re unstoppable, man!”
“Man, remind me never to piss you off!”
In each case, Justin graciously accepted the praise with a sheepish “aw shucks” type grin. Justin looked behind him and saw Evan trying to get to his feet. He still looked a little dazed. Justin leaped over and put Evan’s arm over his shoulder and wrapped his other arm around Evan’s waist. He slowly brought the winded jock to his feet. Evan gazed at him as if he was a superhero that had just saved his life. To some extent, this was not far from the truth.
“You OK, man?” Justin said.
“Yeah…thanks to you, dude. Man, you kicked his ass like it was nothing!” Evan said visibly amazed.
“Hey, what can I say, man?” Justin joked. “These muscles aren’t just for show, you know…”
Justin flexed his free arm giving Evan an eyeful of the bicep he had been silently admiring back at the “cool table”. It looked so perfect, so big…so magnificent! He wondered if Justin would mind if he asked to touch it…
“Damn Justin! I can’t believe my eyes!” Ryan said coming up to Justin and slapping him in the back.
“Dude, you wiped the floor with that asshole. I never knew you had it in you! You are one strong mother fucker!” Jeremy added in congratulatory fashion.
“I told you guys, it’s all the lifting and growing I’ve been doing. My strength is going through the roof!” Justin bragged. “You believe me now when I tell you I can curl 225 pounds?”
“Yeah man, I believe you! I’ll believe anything you say man”, Jeremy chided nervously.
“Come on man”, Ryan joked. “You gotta be on something to get this strong so fast. Are you on the juice like A.J.?”
Justin laughed haughtily and answered, “No way, man. There ain’t a steroid on the planet that can match my hormones! Besides, I can’t have all that acne ruining this face of mine. I’d leave all the girls heartbroken!”
The jocks laughed in chorus at Justin’s arrogant jibe. Justin was an easy leader to follow and the jocks seemed more than willing to be his subordinate peers.
“Oh my God, Justin! That was amazing!” a high piercing voice exclaimed. “I knew you could beat up A.J. I always did. I mean, just look at you! You look so much bigger and stronger than him!”
Justin looked down and saw Benji standing in front of him. Since his growth spurt moved into high gear, Justin had watched Benji (and a host of other classmates and teachers) gradually shrink before him with every passing day. Benji only came up to the bottom of Justin’s pecs. Justin smiled down at Benji.
“Thanks, little man”, Justin said. “I did it for little guys like you. You won’t have that asshole to worry about anymore, not with me around, anyway.”
“Thanks Justin” Benji said looking up at his idol. “Man, you have definitely been doing some serious growing! Your muscles look HUGE, Justin. And you’re so tall!!!”
The jocks chucked at Benji’s unabashed worship. However, whether they cared to admit it or not, Benji was only stating what many of them privately thought. To that extent, Benji was braver than any of the jocks seeking Justin’s approval.
“You better believe it, little one. And come this summer, I’m gonna get A LOT BIGGER! You guys won’t believe your eyes when you see how HUGE I get!”
Justin had no idea how prophetic those words would be.
Benji stared up at Justin before suddenly handing him a brown paper bag.
“You want my lunch, Justin?” Benji offered.
“Again? Don’t you ever eat your lunch, Benji?” Justin lectured.
“I do…but I prefer to see you eat it. I mean, to grow you need to eat a lot”, Benji explained.
Justin smiled and accepted the bagged lunch.
“Thanks little man”, Justin smiled making Benji forget completely about his hunger.
* * * * *
That afternoon in the school cafeteria had quelled A.J.’s rage, but only temporarily. In the days that followed, A.J. wrapped himself up in obscurity and licked his wounds. He came to the determination that he had to re-impose his authority over the student body, and to do that he would need to get stronger; stronger than Justin at any rate. In the weeks that followed A.J. upped his steroids to dangerous levels, and worked out harder than ever. By the week before practice A.J. had bulked up to 240 massive, ripped pounds. Granted his heart and liver were suffering irreparable damage in the progress, but A.J. was unaware of the havoc he was wreaking to his own body. All that mattered to him was that he had grown into a muscle monster. In fact, one day at the gym he had managed to bench 550 pounds! Normally this feat of strength would have captured the interest of every “muscle-head” in the gym, but on this day, all eyes were on the TV sets in the gym. Everyone was watching awestruck as a local teenager won the “King of the Beach” competition standing nearly eight feet tall and weighing in at close to 800 pounds! He had reportedly benched over 1,000 pounds. No man had EVER come close to this massive muscle man’s size and strength. A.J.’s inhuman gains in size and strength paled to the gains Justin was making.
A.J. stubbornly refused to accept the news broadcasts and newspapers that tracked Justin’s daily progress as he continued to grow, and grow, and grow…until he became a living breathing giant! While the world marveled over this teenage giant, A.J. continued to work out harder and harder, pushing his body to the very brink of his potential. Even that morning as he suited up in the locker room, he refused to let his teammates talk of Justin intimidate him. He was still “the man” on this team. He was still the biggest, the strongest, the toughest…
A.J. glared up at Justin’s towering frame as he crouched proudly over the entire defensive line. It was a humbling sight that provided a brief moment of clarity in A.J.’s mind. How could he have ever been so foolish so as to challenge Justin? How could he have ever compared his potential to that which this titan possessed? Justin had become a giant on incomprehensible power who, despite his colossal size, had hardly realized his full potential while A.J. was no more than an ankle-high rodent in comparison. All of A.J.’s strength was a mere drop in the sea of power Justin possessed! Justin was a god of muscle and power that deserved…no, demanded awe and worship!
The offensive line hiked the football to A.J. and the players began to scatter about, running the plays they had rehearsed to the best of their ability, doing their very best to avoid Justin’s gigantic feet. For his part, Justin simply stood there, with his mighty arms folded over his chest, watching the diminutive players scurrying aimlessly about his feet. He was too big for a single pass to get by him. All he needed to do was watch for the ball, and whoever was unlucky (or stupid) enough to try to advance it. The running back stayed far away from A.J. treating the football more like a “hot potato” or a ticking bomb. Justin grinned down at A.J. as he recognized the lead quarterback. This tiny quarterback was a far cry from the bully his classmates had feared not so long ago. “Come on, you little shit”, Justin thought to himself. “I fucking dare you. Bring it on…”
A.J.’s moment of clarity vanished. Justin’s cocky grin was enough to let the madman regain possession of his soul. A.J. roared as he charged forward with the ball, knocking two defensemen to the ground. He grabbed another defenseman and swung him violently to the ground. Had A.J. been playing against a normal football team, he could have easily fought his way through another defender or two to run for a touchdown. He was a “phenom” in his won right, but next to Justin, he was pathetic. A.J. looked up at Justin who was visibly amused by all of this bravado; like a gnome throwing a tantrum. A.J. became even angrier as he realized he was the object of Justin’s amusement. Incensed and void of all reason, A.J. screamed and charged into the next player. It was a tackle that could have snapped a grown man in two, but it was a mere pin-prick against Justin’s massive cleat.
A.J. lay sprawled out on the ground beside Justin’s foot. The ground seemed to circle around him as he lay dazed from the impact of the tackle. A.J. felt a rush of air and the sunlight seemed to disappear. He focused his eyes and found Justin crouched over him, giving him a cocky grin; a grin he had had nightmares about for several weeks. But his nightmares had never been this disturbing…
“DAMN, A.J.” Justin said feigning remorse. “I REMEMBER YOU USED TO BE SO BIG AND BAD…BUT NOW LOOK AT YOU! YOU’RE A TINY LITTLE SHIT NEXT TO ME! I HEARD A RUMOR THAT YOU WERE TRYING TO GET ALL BIG AND BUFF TO PUT ME IN MY PLACE…HELL, YOU DON’T LOOK THAT MUCH BIGGER…NOW ME ON THE OTHER HAND”, Justin gloated surveying his enormous frame and then the tiny bully at his foot, “I’M MAKING SOME AWESOME GAINS…AND I’VE ONLY JUST BEGUN! I GOTTA LONG WAY TO GO TILL I’M DONE, LITTLE MAN…A LONG, LONG WAY…”
A.J. tired to make it to his feet again, but was quickly shoved painfully back to the ground by one of Justin’s tree-trunk like fingers. Justin felt A.J.’s ribcage buckling under the most minimal pressure he applied. He enjoyed the feeling of the once formidable bully squirming helplessly under his finger. He pushed a little harder and heard a series of pops as A.J.’s ribs snapped under the pressure. A.J. screamed in agony. The water boys grabbed the stretcher and began to make their way out to the field to assist yet another injured player. But Justin turned and gave them a glare that made at least two of them wet their jock straps.
“NO”, Justin said, his tone suddenly grave and serious. “THIS LITTLE SHIT ISN’T LEAVIN’ THE FIELD!”
The water boys backed off and Justin then set his sights back on his prey. Justin grabbed A.J. by his jersey and held him dangling off his finger tips, only a few feet away from his face.
“YOU THINK I FORGOT ABOUT YOU, YOU FUCKING WORM!?! YOU DARED LAY YOUR HANDS ON ME…NOW I’M GONNA FINISH WHAT I SHOULD HAVE BACK IN THE LUNCH ROOM. WHAT DID I SAY TO YOU, ASSHOLE? TELL ME!!! WHAT DID I SAY!?!” Justin roared. His voice like the mighty roar of a jet taking off, only deeper, more powerful…it shook the stands where we were seated. A.J.’s eardrums popped and blood trickled down the sides of his head. He struggled to answer the giant, though his own words were barely audible to him now…
“You…you…were going to break every bone in my…my…body…”, A.J. whimpered.
“THAT’S RIGHT, ASSHOLE. AND I NEVER BREAK MY WORD! ONLY DIFFERENCE IS THAT, I’M SO FUCKING HUGE, I WON’T EVEN HAVE TO LIFT A FINGER TO DO IT NOW…”
Justin set A.J. down on the ground again and rose to his full colossal height. He then lifted his foot over the deaf and broken quarterback and smiled down at his as he squealed and squirmed in terror.
“THIS IS GONNA HURT A LOT, LITTLE MAN. JUST REMEMBER, YOU ASKED FOR IT!!!” Justin grinned sadistically.
Justin brought the massive cleat down onto the injured quarterback. A.J. looked up and saw the sky, the field, and even Justin slowly blocked out by the muddy, spiked sole (proudly proclaiming to be a Size 1050) slowly descending upon him until it surrounded him in darkness. He felt the warmth of Justin’s foot and smelled the mixture of earth and foot sweat surrounding him. Then he felt one of the jagged spikes of the cleat bearing down on his left leg, then on his chest and then on his forehead. They cut into his flesh and snapped any bones in the way. A.J. gave one last muffled cry of mercy before the descending cleats tore his body apart violently. The remainder of the sole made contact with what remained of A.J. and ground the disconnected flesh and bones into paste and powder, burying the remains deeper and deeper into the football field turf with every passing second. The pain, although relatively brief, had been indescribable…just like Justin promised.
Justin savored the chorus of brittle crunches and pops under his foot and bore down on A.J.’s body slowly, mercilessly. Justin basked in his own cruelty. He fully realized that this was something he had wanted to do to A.J. all along; moreover as a giant, he felt it was something he had been destined to do! It was not like Justin felt like crushing people with impunity, but now, as a giant among men, it was certainly an inalienable right which he felt he could exercise at his whim. He had actually crushed the life out of a man in front of dozens of his peers and none of them were in any position to do shit about it! Crushing A.J. had been an even bigger rush than crushing Luigi and Roberto. He felt all-powerful and invincible; more powerful than anything man had ever dreamed of…and now, more than ever before, he desired still MORE power, still MORE size…and he HAD to have it NOW!!!
Justin flexed his massive arms over and over again, marveling at the massive pump of his truck-sized biceps. Without moving his foot off of A.J.’s remains, he ground his foot still further into the soil and flexed the sequoia sized calves, and unspeakably large thighs. He felt the dam inside him ready to break again; only a few flexes away from unleashing a reservoir of power that only a god could fathom. There could be no turning back…it had to be his! Justin flared his back into a mighty lat spread that further jeopardized the integrity of his football jersey. The threads were now snapping in a constant chorus as his jersey proved unable to contain the mind-blowing pump of his immense muscles.
“HERE IT COMES AGAIN, LADIES…TIME FOR YOU SHRIMPS TO SHRINK SOME MORE…” Justin grunted as he brought his arms into a crab pose.
“…AND WATCH ME…” Justin groaned bringing in his arms…
…until his entire torso was completely flexed, his pecs almost doubling in size…
An ominous rumbling spread through the ground. Benji and I, who had risen to our feet astonished by Justin’s brutality, now felt the tremors running through the stands where we were standing. The players, who were equally shocked by heartless indifference with which he had dispatched A.J., now looked to the sky and watched as the flexing giant began to expand. Justin’s muscles grew steadily larger, thicker and heavier as his frame stretched taller and taller, growing alarmingly at about a foot in height per second!
“MMM, YEAHHH!” Justin moaned. “I’M GETTIN’ EVEN STRONGER…GOD, THIS FEELS SO AWESOME!!!”
Justin flexed his arms again. This time, the strain from his expanding lats and heaving chest and shoulders proved too much for the jersey. The tear that had formed earlier raced down his back with a loud ripping sound, while his jersey seemed to burst apart at every seam. Justin performed a lat spread and the fabric of the shirt continued to shred and separate against the growing plates of giant, teenage muscle pushing beneath the jersey. His traps succeeded in blowing out the neck of the jersey as they swelled thicker, larger and longer. His massive neck harnessed the power of ten thousand bulls and it continued to swell unspeakably larger. The remaining fabric over his mighty chest and back was so strained that the lettering on the jersey was indecipherable. And with every passing second, more and more of his mammoth back and chest became exposed under the decaying fabric. His imposing wall of abdominal muscles, each one harder than diamonds, was fully exposed below the shrinking jersey. Justin brought his fists into a mighty most muscular pose and what remained of the jersey simply exploded off of his torso, falling to tatters on the field below.
“GRRRRRRRRR!!!!!” Justin growled as he proudly flexed his growing muscles. “C’MON BABY, MORE!!! MORE!!! IT’LL NEVER BE ENOUGH!!! I WANT SO MUCH MOOOOORE!!! HA! HA! HA!”
It was a breathtaking and humbling sight for everyone present. We watched Justin’s giant frame stretching to newer and greater heights, while his enormous muscles bulged with size as they effortlessly added ton after ground-shaking ton of hard, ripped mass! Justin went into every classic bodybuilding pose he could think of, flexing with abandon in an effort to maximize his surge in growth. He crunched his abs, he flexed his triceps, and he flexed his biceps, first one at a time and then both together. He spread his massive back again, reveling in the feeling of his massive body growing impossibly wider and wider. Soon his football shorts reached breaking point. The growing muscles of his thighs and glutes were too much for the fabric, which had reached their maximum elasticity, could contain. Defeated, his shorts split along his thighs in two simultaneous tears. Seconds later, the laces of his cleats began popping and snapping against his growing feet. Justin smiled as he focused on showing off his titanic legs. Every flex of his massive hamstrings and quadriceps further shredded the giant football shorts, while his feet wasted no time in rupturing the sole of his cleat; his ankles swelling larger, the soles of his feet expanding wider and his toes stretching longer and longer, easily tearing through the comparatively flimsy material of his shoes.
Justin surveyed his shrinking surroundings with excitement. Everywhere he looked…the football field, the players at his feet, the stands, the high school gym in front of him…everything served as a constant reminder of just how insanely BIG he was becoming. He reminded himself with a confident smile that, contrary to what his senses perceived, it was not the world shrinking around him, but rather he who was taking up more and more space; becoming so HUGE that he was a threat to his entire surroundings. And still he grew bigger and bigger…Every flex brought with it more SIZE, more MASS, and more POWER!!! He felt tremendous.
Seconds later, Justin’s waistband blew apart, sending the tattered remains of his shorts fluttering to the ground, like a great shiny tarp blown off a windswept roof. The view of his jock strap was now unencumbered, and there was a collective gasp among his teammates as they stared fixated upon the swelling bulge in the constrained fabric of his pouch which left obscenely little to the imagination. Although flaccid, it looked as if Justin’s member was fast approaching the length of a telephone pole while it had far surpassed that in girth. The players felt themselves growing more and more inadequate as they watched Justin’s package throb unstoppably bigger yet they were unable to look away to protect what remained of their egos. Justin cupped his crotch and his heart leapt in excitement. Even Justin couldn’t get over the colossal SIZE of his manhood. He moaned as he felt his giant cock pulsating to greater and greater size. Justin looked down at his giant feet. They had easily torn through his cleats. In fact, the cleats started to look like kid’s shoes next to his expanding feet. “Man, this is one hell of a growth spurt”, Justin smiled to himself, brimming with pride.
As his growth subsided, Justin performed a few more ab crunches to greedily squeeze out the last few drops of size that he could. When he felt the massive muscles of his gargantuan body stabilize, he imperiously looked over his body and compared himself with his miniature surroundings. This last growth spurt had lifted him to a staggering new dimension of HUGE! More than ever, Justin felt like the lord of all he surveyed. His mind raced with thoughts of power and domination. The fate of the tiny people at his feet was never more uncertain; never more dependent on the whim of this teenage colossus. Justin smugly bounced his pecs; each pec harnessed the power of thousands of untold men. “Yeah, man”, Justin thought to himself, his heart pounding with anticipation. “Won’t be long now before everyone will be at my mercy…and I mean everyone! A few more growth spurts like that one ought to do it…”
Justin focused his attention back on the team and gave them a sly grin before addressing them in a voice so powerful…so loud…so thunderous…that it struck terror in the hearts of his tiny teammates. Justin wasn’t even speaking forcefully, yet even he could sense how much more powerful his voice had become.
“I’VE DECIDED TO CUT A.J. FROM THE TEAM”, Justin announced sternly. “IN FACT, I’VE DECIDED TO CUT HIM, PERIOD! ANYONE GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT?”
Following the roar of Justin’s voice was absolute silence. Nearly everyone there (even Coach Bruno) shook their heads. No-one was about to dispute any decision made by their captain. They felt so cowed and submissive that they were willing to do anything Justin commanded without any resistance. None of them would have scarcely raised a finger if Justin had decided to “cut” a few more players right there and then. He was in firm possession of their wills. It was a feeling of collective obedience Justin could sense, and he was very pleased by this. “Crushing A.J. wasn’t just fun”, Justin thought confidently. “It had to be done.” Crushing A.J. had broken the only resistance to his stewardship and demonstrated the fate of anyone who dared oppose his will. To many he had become more than just a team captain; he had become their god!
“I DIDN’T THINK SO”, snickered Justin. He glanced over to the sidelines and spotted the awestruck Coach Bruno.
“HEY COACH, REMEMBER THAT DAY BACK IN THE SCHOOL GYM? REMEMBER WHAT YOU SAID?” Justin said with a sly grin.
Coach Bruno remembered all too well.
“YOU CAN NEVER GET TOO BIG FOR FOOTBALL”, Justin said, mocking the fear-stricken coach. “WELL HOW DO YA LIKE ME NOW, HUH COACH?” Justin said proudly flexing his massive bicep. “IS THIS BIG ENOUGH, HUH???” Justin insisted as he flexed his arm over, and over again. His teammates looked up at him terrified. They feared he would grow even more. Their fears were not without merit. Justin could feel additional power welling up again as he flexed his right arm, and then his left arm harder and harder. Justin brought his arms in and watched his chest rise and swell with horrific size. He could feel the pressure inside him growing. It wouldn’t take much more to send him over the edge again…it was growing closer….and closer…
“NOT FOR ME, MAN…I’LL NEVER BE BIG ENOUGH”, Justin growled. “NEVER…”
Justin blew into an astonishing most muscular pose and every muscle in his giant body seemed to inflate with the pump. The adrenalin raced through his colossal body as Justin felt himself just moments away from a truly historic surge. He couldn’t believe how easy it had become for him to trigger his growth. The giant teenager took it as a clear and irrefutable sign that he had only begun to tap his full growth potential! Though he desperately wanted to grow even bigger, Justin decided to hold off. He could wait at least a few hours before growing again…
“YOU”, Justin said extending his massive finger at one of the trembling football players below. The players seemed to part around the player. He looked up fearfully, tears welling up in his eyes
It was Evan, the back-up quarterback whose defense he had come to in the cafeteria a few weeks earlier.
“YEAH, DUDE. COME HERE”, Justin said. His voice was still amazingly strong, yet his smirk and his bright eyes belied a degree of sensitivity in the giant’s voice. Evan’s legs obeyed, even while his mind reeled on the verge of panic. Evan meekly approached the giant and looked up at him reverently. Evan suddenly felt the need to show respect to this titanic man. He fell upon one knee and took off his helmet. Kneeling, Justin’s giant toe rose a good deal above him.
“Sir”, Evan whimpered. He had looked up to Justin as a superhero before; now admiration for the giant went beyond words.
Justin smiled down at Evan; his expression growing gentler and fonder. Now here was a runt who truly understood his place in the world. Justin liked this. He slowly squatted down while keeping his eyes locked on Evan, his gaze warm and comforting, and his movements slow, so as not to scare him.
“I’M GONNA NEED A NEW STARTING QUARTERBACK. SOMEONE WHO CAN DO AS THEY’RE TOLD. I THINK THAT’S GONNA BE YOU, LITTLE MAN. WHAT DO YOU SAY?”
“Really?” Evan squealed. “But…but what if I…what if I mess up? What…what will you do to me?” he stuttered as he glanced nervously at Justin’s right foot where his predecessor remained entombed.
Justin chuckled and said, “DON’T WORRY, LITTLE MAN. I’LL GO EASY ON YOU, I PROMISE!”
Justin spotted the football lying near his foot. He picked it up between his fingertips. To Justin it was no bigger than a Tic-Tac! He smirked at the tiny football and then tossed it to Evan who caught the ball stunned. Justin gave him a broad grin as he slowly rose to his feet.
“TRUST ME. WITH ME ON YOUR SIDE, NO-ONE WILL DREAM OF FUCKING WITH YOU”
Evan felt overwhelmed with relief. He smiled up at Justin with gratitude. Justin returned his smiled with a light nod of his head and a wink of his eye which instructed Evan to join his other teammates.
“OK LADIES”, Justin announced. “I’VE WEEDED OUT THE WEAKLINGS. THIS TEAM THAT’S LEFT ON THE FIELD IS OUT TEAM FOR THE SEASON. I WANNA SEE YOU DO SOME SCRIMAGES BEFORE I LEAVE. I WANNA SEE YOUR BEST GAME LADIES!”
Justin looked down at his right foot. It had grown over A.J.’s remains, further interring them into the football field. He ground his foot still further into the ground before lifting it out of the sizeable hole he created, only to smile at the gooey pulp that remained mixed in with the grass and mud.
“OH AND GUYS…”, Justin said as he casually scraped the nearby dirt and turf into the hole, effectively filling it. “TRY AND FORGET ABOUT THIS LITTLE WANK STAIN. HE’S HISTORY…” he chuckled, lightly tapping his foot over the loose dirt making it firm and level with the field around him. Justin then lifted his arm and flexed for his gawking teammates before proudly announcing,
“…I’M THE FUTURE!!!”
Justin took a few steps over to the sidelines where Benji and I were seated in the stands. He smiled down at us and Benji and I smiled right back. We were so proud of our giant teenage hunk! But our smiles quickly faded as he turned around and began to squat down over the stands. Benji and I looked at each other in horror as we felt Justin’s massive buttocks make contact with the stands. The metal bleachers folded like tin foil against his skin while the cement pillars and foundations of the stands cracked and buckled under his astronomical weight. The stands could easily sit anywhere from 2,000 to 3,000 people during a home game, but they were not meant to withstand the weight of this giant who, at present, weighed more than twice this many people combined! As Justin bent and adjusted his legs, the stands shifted below our feet and sent Benji and I sprawling to the ground. We felt the stands were only seconds away from collapsing below us and we braced ourselves for the impending demolition. Amazingly, seconds passed and nothing more happened. We looked up and saw Justin smiling down at us coyly.
“I GUESS I’M GONNA HAVE A TOUGH TIME FINDING A SEAT ON A PLANE FROM NOW ON, HUH?” Justin joked.
Benji and I began laughing hysterically, not because we trying to humor our giant master, but because we genuinely found the comment funny. I stood up and shouted up at him, still laughing,
“Man, someone your size shouldn’t sit anywhere! I’m surprised you didn’t wreck the stands. Hell, I’m surprised it can actually hold you!”
“RELAX, LITTLE GIRL”, Justin said, waving off my concern. “IF I WANTED TO CRUSH THESE STANDS I COULD HAVE IN A HEARTBEAT…YOU KNOW THAT!…”
He was right. I did.
“I JUST WANTED TO HAVE A SEAT WITH MY TWO LITTLE BUDDIES…AND MAN, YOU GUYS ARE REALLY, REALLY LITTLE! FUCKIN’ LOOK AT YOU TWO!!! YOU’RE BOTH SO DAMN TINY!!!”
Justin took a deep breath, showing off the massive, glistening muscles of his chest like a giant peacock. The stands actually rattled with every breath he took! Benji and I were standing between his giant legs. His enormous hamstrings rose above us like two solid walls of muscle blocking our escape on either side. A potent, ultra-manly aroma swept down from his massive, bulging crotch which rested several rows above us.
“I know Justin”, I squeaked cheerily. “You’ve grown so much! Man, you’re starting to make Paul Bunyan look like a preschooler!”
Justin laughed heartily.
“HELL YEAH, LITTLE GIRL. IT WON’T BE LONG BEFORE I DWARF THAT LITTLE PIPSQUEAK…AND THEN I’LL REALLY START GROWING!!!”
The visual image sent a shiver down my back, as I tried to imagine how big a giant would have to be to dwarf Paul Bunyan. And he wanted to grow beyond that!?! How big was Paul Bunyan anyway? It was enough to make my mind spin in disbelief.
“HEY, LITTLE GIRL. WHY DON’T YOU GIVE DOC RODGERS A CALL AND FIND OUT MY STATS. I STILL GOT THAT TRACER ON MY BALLS SOMEWHERE”, Justin said as he playfully rubbed his packed crotch. “I DON’T KNOW WHERE, THOUGH…MAY BE YOU AND BENJI CAN GO LOOKIN’ FOR IT LATER. I BET YOU’D LIKE THAT, HUH?”
He was right. I would.
“I…uh…I tried to reach the Doc earlier and neither him nor Lim answered. Maybe I can try later.”
I really didn’t want to talk to either Lim and Rodgers. It had been such a great day so far. I didn’t need anyone playing mind games with me and ruining an otherwise fantastic day. Lim and Rodgers seemed put on this planet for this very purpose.
“No! Call them again! Justin wants his stats! NOW!!!” Benji screamed.
I looked at Benji, my eyebrows arched and my shoulders slumped. Gone was the thoughtful young man who had spent the last hour treating me to water ice. “Great”, I thought to myself. “Psycho-Benji is back”
Dejected, I tossed my cell phone to him.
“Look in my directory. He’s saved under ‘D’ along with Lim”, I said.
Even before I had finished speaking, the phone was ringing in Benji’s hands. It wasn’t long before Benji related to us Justin’s new stats. They were shocking!
In a little under two minutes Justin’s height had soared well above the 200 foot mark to a dizzying 240 feet tall, more or less forty times the height of the average man! His weight was equally astonishing. Justin now weighed a little over 6,955 tons. This was over 900 times the weight of an adult male elephant and an astounding 110 times the weight of a blue whale, the largest of all whales! Justin had become by far the biggest and heaviest being in Earth’s history. There were other staggering stats:
Biceps (upper arms): 64 feet around
Chest: 156 feet around
Thighs: 105 ½ feet around
Calves: 77 feet around
Feet: 38 feet long and 13 ½ feet wide at their widest
His giant cock had stretched to 24 feet long and this was just a “relaxed” measurement! His girth was a mind-blowing 18 feet around. The sensors were still reporting his JSI. At present Justin’s body boasted the combined strength of exactly 282,195 men. Imagine the famed Maracana soccer stadium in Rio de Janeiro filled to capacity, and every individual engaged in a tug of war with Justin…they would still lose by a mile! Justin possessed the combined strength of a small city. Comparing him to a walking god no longer sounded that exaggerated…
“He wants to talk to you”, Benji said handing me the phone.
“Tell him I’m busy”, I retorted. The excuse had always worked for my mother when she had me screen calls as a child.
Benji tossed the phone into my hands and stared at me blankly. What an asshole…
I raised the phone to my hand and Dr. Rodgers sensed my breathing,
“Brendon?” he said.
“These statistics are amazing. There is a camera crew somewhere near the school that caught the whole growth sequence on tape. It was magnificent!!!” Rodgers exclaimed.
“Yeah, it was. It was awesome”, I agreed.
“You are very privileged, Brendon”, Rodgers added. “More so than anyone else in the world!”
I looked up at Justin who looked rather content; no doubt basking in the stats that Benji had just read him and the grandeur they certified.
“Yes, I guess I am very privileged”, I said.
“Then you realize that there are certain obligations for a person in your privileged position. You must fulfill your fate so that Justin can meet his destiny!!!”
I was silent.
“Brendon! Are you there? YOU MUST GIVE HIM THE FORMULA!!! Do you hear me!!? Brendon!!!”
I closed the lid of my cell phone and put it back into my pocket. Dr. Rodgers had gone into rant mode in less time then I expected. I silently wished that Justin would do to Rodgers what he had done to A.J. I would really enjoy that! Then again, I enjoyed watching A.J. being crushed into the turf very much. In fact, the realization of how much I had enjoyed it was alarming. I snapped back for a moment. We had all watched Justin mercilessly snuff the life out of A.J. and no-one seemed prepared to come to his aid. In fact, watching his awful demise had actually excited me. How could I have been thrilled to watch Justin kill another human being?!? Was I sick or something!?! The players on the field began going into practice drills, many of them running plays over the fresh ground where A.J. had met his end only minutes earlier. They didn’t seem to mind either! It looked as if they had decided to obey Justin’s orders and “forget about the little wank stain” that had once been the school’s meanest bully. Granted, A.J. was a cruel and jaded young man, but did that merit his destruction? I looked up at Justin.
“Hey…uh…Justin?” I cheeped.
Justin was somewhat engrossed in the game, watching his tiny teammates run their plays with more interest than I would have expected. He didn’t hear me. I reminded myself that I would have to speak louder for my weak little voice to reach his ears high above. I cleared my throat and nervously tapped the wall of thigh muscle beside me.
Justin looked down at me and gave me a beautiful smile,
“WHAT IS IT, LITTLE GIRL?” he answered in the softest voice he could muster.
“Well…it’s just that…I…I’m a little scared to ask you…” I blubbered.
“DON’T BE”, Justin snapped back. “JUST ASK.”
“Well…I was wondering…uh…”
Here it goes.
“Did you have to crush A.J.?” I ventured.
Suddenly, I broke out in a cold sweat. I feared I had crossed the line again. I had been warned about lecturing my giant master. I looked up fearfully at Justin but found him smiling softly down at me. The question did not seem to anger him at all. In fact, he looked as relaxed as ever.
“WHAT’S WRONG, LITTLE GIRL? YOU DIDN’T LIKE THAT?”
“No”, I jumped back apologetically. “It’s not that at all! In fact, in fact…I loved it! It was awesome!!! It’s just that…”
“WHAT”, Justin said looking visibly amused by my squirming. “GO AHEAD. DON’T BE SCARED…”
“Well…isn’t it wrong? I mean, I shouldn’t have enjoyed that at all…but I did! A lot!!! Does that make me bad? I just don’t…”
Justin’s light chuckling interrupted my rambling.
“I DON’T THINK YOU’RE BAD”, Justin smiled. “I THINK YOU’RE A GOOD LITTLE GIRL. I ALWAYS DID. BUT THAT DON’T REALLY MATTER MUCH ANYMORE…”
“It doesn’t?” I asked somewhat confused.
“NAH…ALL THAT MATTERS NOW IS WHAT I THINK! NOTHIN’ ELSE MATTERS ANYMORE! AND IF I CRUSHED A.J., IT WASN’T CAUSE HE WAS GOOD OR BAD…IT’S CAUSE I FELT LIKE IT! I WANTED TO DO IT! IT FELT REAL GOOD…AND HE WON’T BE THE LAST EITHER” Justin gloated.
“He won’t”, I whimpered.
“NO WAY…THESE BIG OL’ FEET OF MINE ARE GONNA CRUSH WHOEVER I FEEL LIKE CRUSHING! HELL, I’M GONNA GET SO FUCKING HUGE, I’M GONNA CRUSH PEOPLE WITHOUT EVEN KNOWIN’ IT!!! WHAT DO YA THINK ABOUT THAT, TINY?!?
“Wooooow!” I found myself saying like an astonished schoolboy.
“YEAH!!! IT’LL BE AWESOME!!! BUT YOU DON’T HAVE TO WORRY TOO MUCH, LITTLE GIRL. I’LL BE CAREFUL NOT TO CRUSH YOU…I JUST LIKE YOU TOO DAMN MUCH!!!”
I looked up at Justin and gave him my best smile. He was absolutely right and I began to appreciate (and enjoy) my subservience to him more and more…
“Thanks, Justin. You really are wonderful!”
Justin gave me a playful wink and then focused his attention back on his teammates on the field.
Benji leaned over to me and whispered,
“We’re really lucky to have a kind master like Justin. It’s an honor to worship him.”
I couldn’t have agreed more with Benji.