Center of Attention

[muscle growth, giants/tiny]

Of COURSE Gregg had wanted to go out again–newly single, and hitting the pinnacle of his most recent gear-cycle, big hunky Gregg was more massive and HORNIER than ever!--but Tone couldn’t keep up with his oversized buddy. He’d gone out with Gregg ten times in the past two weeks. When Gregg dragged him out on a Tuesday to an underground event (where, naturally, the 6’4” 280 pounds hunk ended up dancing with a dozen men’s hands groping his sensuously bulging muscles while Tone sat at a nearby table scrolling on his phone), he decided that Gregg needed a different co-pilot.

“But you’re my best bud!” Gregg had begged at Tone’s front door, the hulking man’s posture sagging as he took on the demeanor of a playful puppy. “I can’t go out without you!”

Tone rolled his eyes. He resisted his first impulse–to mention that he hadn’t heard anything more than a forwarded meme from Gregg for the whole two years he was with his ex–but set down his boundaries. He patted his blue-eyed, brown-haired stud on his huge shoulder and said, “Sorry, big man. I need some me time.”

“Can I be there for me-time?” Gregg said as Tone started to close the door in his pal’s face.

“Sorry,” Tone said. He didn’t look through the peephole but imagined Gregg sighing, turning around, and waddling his massive quads off the porch with his head hung low.

Of course, Gregg’s texts were incessant: “Trying out this new bar called Peak. Got a free pass to cut the line. Should be cool!”

Then: “Dude, guys in here are SO nice! They’re all buying me drinks!”

Tone didn’t respond, but he imagined exactly what was happening: timid admirers were asking Gregg to flex his biceps, or if they could rub his pecs through his skin-tight white t-shirt, and with a happy grin he would allow them. He had seen it all before, a hundred times, and he had no interest being the less-attractive man standing by Gregg’s side.

Then: “Hey, man, you should really come hang out with me. I haven’t paid a dime. You should drink for free with me!”

Tone set his cell phone on silent, then filled his tub with steamy, sudsy water and slipped in. His tranquility was interrupted by the sound of his phone vibrating on the bathroom counter. He rolled his eyes, refusing to step out of his relaxing soak even though his phone buzzed like an angry insect.

Then, after about ten minutes of annoyance, silence. Tone started to doze as he breathed in the lavender-scented bubbles. When the water started to cool, he rose, fully relaxed. He toweled off, his stresses about work and his incessantly single status far from his mind.

Then he glanced at his phone again: 6 missed calls, 11 missed texts, all from Gregg.

“Hey dude? Please call me. Something weird is happening… You won’t believe it, either.”

“Dude, please call back. Things got weird here. It was fun at first, but now… I’d rather tell you than try to write it!”

“Dude, I need you! Get to peak immediately, I’m”

Then the rest of the texts were garbled letters. Tone, the heat from the bath fading from his nude skin, immediately jumped to action, racing to get dressed. He burst from his front door, keys in hand, before he had even fully slid-on his shoes.

The bouncer at the front door of Peak was a big guy–not Gregg big, but well-muscled in a tight t-shirt, arms crossed to flex his bulging guns and ample pecs for everyone to see. Tone wondered if this guy had been threatened by Gregg’s size or if he’d been excited to have an even bigger musclebuddy kicking around.

“Sorry. We’re at capacity,” the bouncer said, holding up a hand as Tone tried to push past.

“I’m not even here to drink,” Tone explained. “My buddy texted me from here. I’m picking him up. I’m sure you saw him–REALLY big guy? Tight shirt? He said he got a free pass to cut the line here tonight.

The bald bouncer just shrugged and looked away dismissively. The door opened and two bearded men stumbled out.

“Show’s pretty lame tonight,” one of them remarked. The bouncer ignored the comment.

As the door swung shut, Tone leaned to see if Gregg was inside. The bar seemed packed, but there was no sign of his big buddy. He pushed forward but the bouncer held him back with a thick hand.

“Wait–it’s not at capacity anymore!” Tone countered. “Two people left.”

The bouncer shrugged. “Boss said no one gets in. I don’t know what to tell you.”

Tone pulled out his phone and produced Gregg’s most recent gym pic, sweating and flexing in a purple tank top. “THIS guy. You HAVE to remember seeing THIS guy, right?”

The bouncer shrugged again. But as Tone walked back to his car, he got an idea. “Big idiot uses the same password for everything,” he said aloud as he tapped his tracking app. “So I’ll just track his phone. Easy.”

Of course, “Flexaholic300” worked as Gregg’s password. Gregg’s phone showed up on the map inside Peak–the building Tone was standing near. “Motherfucker…” he said, considering calling the police–but what would he tell them?

He circled back from his car, found an alleyway, and slipped between the buildings until he was staring at Peak’s back dock and dumpster, which he ducked behind as the back door opened. A short stocky man in a “STAFF” t-shirt carried two bags of garbage out, tossed them in the dumpster, then headed back inside. Just as the door was swinging shut, Tone slipped out and stuck his foot in the way. He peered inside, making sure no one was around, then crept into the dark hallway.

He seemed to be in some back maintenance hallway. From the bass vibrating the floor, Tone could surmise where the dancefloor was. But as he headed in that direction, he heard someone coming. He ducked into a closet and pulled it shut quietly as two men approached. He peered through the cracked door as they talked, oblivious to his presence.

“That big fuck still locked in the bathroom?” one of them said as they headed past, opening up a refrigerated walk-in and unloading some beers. “Why the fuck don’t we just go in through the maintenance door?” He thumbed in the direction of a door further up the hallway.

“I guess we’re just letting him chill out,” the other said. “It’s not as fun when they cry and beg too early. Don’t worry. We’ll all have our fun soon enough.” The two men chuckled and left with their stacks of bottles.

Tone tiptoed up to the “mainenance door,” held his breath, and sighed thankfully when it opened without a key. He pushed past mops, brooms and bottles of bleach to another door, which opened into the bathroom.

The first thing Tone noticed was the stink of the bathroom–not that of urine or vomit, or even urinal cakes, but that of a locker room. It stunk like six guys who had just finished intense workout. Tone gasped when he noticed someone else in the room with him–just the top of a curly brown head of hair and some wide, round shoulders extending above the stall. “Holy shit–Gregg?”

The metal stall creaked as the man trapped inside started to move. Tone approached the open door and saw Gregg–who looked like his muscles had been inflated–wedged inside. He looked several inches taller and easily a hundred pounds heavier, with all the extra weight swelling his arms, legs, pecs and back out into absurd proportions. His clothing had disintegrated into loose strands except for his jock strap (which seemed stretched to the limit–full of holes and just a few threads away from bursting entirely).

It was a shocking sight, just a huge mass of bulging, turgid flesh. It was hard to recognize all that mass as his friend! Tone’s eyes just kept perusing the striations, all that size, all that beef, and the stink… Gregg’s body was throwing off an incredible musk in waves. It was so strong, Tone wondered if his own clothes would start to reek of his buddy’s sweat.

Gregg’s shoulders were so wide that he’d become wedged in the stall. Tone noticed the pathetic look on the freakish giant’s face as he struggled to get to his friend, but his large body just wouldn’t budge. “Tone! Tone, oh jeez, you gotta get me outta here…”

“What… the fuck…” Tone began.

“Dude, they gave me this weird shot at first, and it made me feel good and buzzed but then… I dunno how, but everytime they complimented me, I got bigger! They were like ‘nice arms’ and then BAM it was like my arms had an amazing pump! And then ‘What a big ass’ and BOOM, my butt got a little bigger and a little harder! And at first it was fun and cool and they were all touchy feely and grinding on my boner and a few of the guys were really hot but… but…” He grunted as he tried to get out of the stall. “They wouldn’t stop! And when I came in here, they just shouted stuff through the door until I got stuck!”

Tone approached the tightly wedged brute and grabbed at his cannonball-sized delts, trying to pry them loose. “I wonder,” Tone began, “if they have… butter, or oil… or something…”

The two started as they heard a beating on the door. “You ready to come out now, Gigantor?” someone yelled.

“Go away!” Gregg roared back. While his voice sounded deeper, the cry seemed slightly pathetic, literally that of a trapped animal.

“Just tell them you’re stuck!” Tone whispered.

“No!” Gregg hissed back. “If they come in, they’re just gonna make me even bigger… Dude, I never thought I’d say this, but all this is… TOO big!” He grimaced as he realized that despite all his size, he was powerless.

“Is someone in there with you?” shouted whoever was on the other side of the door. “Did that fucker at the front door sneak in?”

“N-no!” Gregg shouted back in a panic. “It’s just me!” Tone cringed as he realized how obvious Gregg’s lie was.

“Well, we’ll give you five minutes to finish up whatever you and your buddy are doing, and then we’re coming in! I hope he has fun with that HUGE cock of yours, big man!”

Gregg’s eyes went wide, then he looked down. The jockstrap strained before bursting forth, Gregg’s cock magically swelling.

“Yeah, his cock is fucking GIGANTIC!” came another voice through the door.

Then another: “Big sexy massive dick! God what a beautiful piece of meat!”

Gregg tried to reach for his dick with his massive paws but there wasn’t enough room in the stall for that kind of mobility. His cock swelled larger, slapping Tone across the face and finally coming to rest heavily across his head. Gregg’s balls pulsed and swelled beneath them as well. Tone grabbed handfuls of them as if he could somehow squeeze the size out. Gregg moaned and a few spurts of precum rained down on Tone.

Gregg’s whole body turned crimson. “Fuck…” he said. “Fuck, I’m so fucking sorry, man.”

Tone sighed, grabbing the roll of toilet paper (that had since fallen to the floor) and wiping off the shiny mess. “It’s fine, big guy… honestly…”

“No, it’s not,” he snapped back. “I’m stick of being stuck in this… fucking… bathroom… stall…” Gregg strained, gritting his teeth. The stall suddenly groaned before tearing right out of the wall. Gregg growled as he found himself free, finally. He stood up, his hair now brushing the ceiling. He seemed to be nearly five feet wide. It was hard for Tone to take in all of that round, bulging muscle–and that dick! It was as big as Tone’s arm!

There were no clothes left to hide Gregg’s bulk. The massive man fell to his knees, throwing both hands over his cock. “What now?” he said. There was a window, but there was no way the 600 pound naked giant would be squeezing through.

“We could try this,” Tone said, opening the maintenance door he’d entered through before. “Fuck, there’s no way you’re getting out this…” He turned to the entrance to the bathroom, suddenly noticing that it was a set of double doors. “Those fuckers. This place was built specifically so there’d be only one way for you to get out!”

Gregg sighed. “I bet they do this to guys all the time,” he said, groping his own gigantic pecs. “No wonder they sent me a free pass.”

Tone took a deep breath. “Okay, so… I open this door, then you rush through. Don’t stop, just run for the door. Smash through it like a cannonball if you have to. And cover your ears! Maybe if you can’t hear them, it won’t work.”

“Oh, fuck,” Gregg said with a smirk. “I never thought of that!” As it was, getting his hands over his ears–and past his bulging biceps and swollen shoulders–was quite a feat. “I’ll muffle, you lead the way… and I’ll just smash through until we’re out!”

The two bumped fists (although Gregg’s seemed ten times larger than Tone’s) and prepared to enact their plan. “One…” Tone counted. “Two…” He grabbed the doors, ready to unlock them and throw them open in one smooth movement.

“THREE!” they both cried in tandem. As they planned, they burst out, sprinting for the doors. The bar itself was far tamer than Tone had planned–most of the patrons were just milling around, obviously waiting for Gregg to emerge for more fun–but all attention was focused on them as they ran out–and when they saw their enormous prey, they began chanting in unison: “BIG. PECS. BIG. PECS.” They stomped their feet and pounded on the bar. With Gregg’s hands over his ears (humming to himself as well), their words had no effect.

Tone tried not to look around as he ran toward the door. Every one of Gregg’s footfalls was a tremor–he REALLY was massive! Tone saw the door getting closer, but the bouncer from before was blocking it with his arms crossed. No worries, Tone thought. Gregg will just knock him out of the way! But when he spun around, he realized Gregg wasn’t behind him anymore.

Two of the bartenders had shaken champagne bottles and were spraying them all over the big man. He swatted away the sudsy spray, exposing one of his ears. “Gregg, no!” Tone cried, running back just as Gregg’s already huge pecs start ballooning even larger.

“Shit, no… stop… no!”

Tone ran back for his friend, freezing in the massive shadow of his cartoonishly large chest. Gregg waved his big arms wildly as he started to topple forward, his pecs still growing. Tone froze as he saw the two giant mounds–each one now larger than he was–crashing down on him. The big muscle mounds mashed him to the floor. He thought he would be crushed, but luckily he found himself nestled in their deep crevice.

The pecs twitched and flexed on either side of him (with Gregg’s big cock throbbing and spurting at his feet). “God, I’m sorry, Tone!” Gregg cried (a sound Tone “felt” more than heard, as a rumble from all around him). The bar had erupted into cheers and laughter. Tone struggled to pull himself free, but there was too much mass holding him in place.

“BIG BUTT! BIG BUTT!” the crowd started chanting. Tone couldn’t see the change, but he heard Gregg moaning as, no doubt, his glutes started to swell up large enough to match his impossibly giant pecs.

Suddenly a bell rang loudly. “All right, folks, that’s enough! That’s enough! Let’s see if our big beauty here squashed his little friend.”

“Tone? You okay?” Gregg whimpered, but Tone’s cries were entirely muffled by the flesh prison around him.

“Ah, look here,” said a voice as a stunningly handsome man with salt-and-pepper hand peered into Gregg’s pec-crevice. “He’s okay!” The man reached a hand in. “Nice to meet you, fellow. I’m Pico. This here’s my bar! You having fun?” He slapped Gregg on the pecs. “This guy your boyfriend? Or just your man-crush? Hell of a specimen, this one.”

“Can you… help me get off him?” Gregg moaned. From his vantage point, Tone could see men walking past Gregg, tickling and teasing him, some just rubbing his flesh to admire the muscular density.

“No can do,” Pico said. “Poor little guy’s trapped!”

“You can’t do this to him!” Tone groaned. “You did this against his will! He’s not your toy!”

“Oh, but he is! Big dummy didn’t read the fine print on the tickets we got him,” Pico said.

“Th-there was fine print?” Gregg rumbled.

“Yep! We can do whatever we want for the evening. But I have to say, this show is incredibly disappointing. Most guys get into it, celebrate their new size, let my patrons worship the increasing bulk… some even blow a hands-free load when they get so big they’re immobile!”

Tone felt a warm burst from beneath him. He didn’t want to mention to Pico that Gregg was doing exactly that at that moment.

“But your buddy here, he got all shy and sensitive as soon as his clothes ripped off. These big assholes, most of them say, ‘No such thing as too big,’ but your guy… he ate up the attention, AND the free drinks, until his shirt burst open. Then all of a sudden he got too shy!”

“My ex-boyfriend texted me!” Gregg rumbled. His voice vibrated Tone so much that now his cock was the one spurting. “He wanted to get back together, and I didn’t want him to see me all giant like this!” Despite his size, Gregg seemed absolutely forlorn. Tone wanted to give him a hug, despite it being impossible for a dozen reasons.

“Well, now you’re stuck here. You want your ex- seeing you now? Or should we just forget about him and let people drink beer out of the ripples in your back muscles? Careful how you answer, big guy. You’re one compliment away from my squashing your little buddy under there into a mess we’ll have to mop up later!”

“I-I just wanna leave,” Gregg said. “Stop complimenting me! Stop rubbing my body. Just let us go!”

“Man, what a little bitch!” Pico said, stepping back and throwing his arms up.

The crowd began to chant along with him: “LITTLE BITCH! LITTLE BITCH!”

Tone felt the pressure around him starting to lessen. “Wait, wait… what’s… happening…” Gregg said. Tone took a deep breath as the bulk started to recede–Gregg was shrinking!

As soon as he could, Tone started to crawl out from under his buddy. When he was free, he realized that Gregg, while still a bit absurdly proportioned (with an emphasis on his pecs and glutes) was back to his usual size–no, he was getting smaller! Tone was shocked when he and Gregg stared at each other, eye-to-eye.

“We gotta go!” Tone said, dragging the still woozy Gregg to the door. Every step, big Gregg shed more size. Close to the door, Gregg was about three feet tall and struggling to keep up. Tone scooped him up and threw him over his shoulder. His friend’s weight continued to diminish as Tone got to the door–where the bouncer let him pass, laughing at the two of them as they ran by–until they were on the street.

Tone kept running until he reached his car, barely processing that he was able to cover Gregg’s body on his shoulder with a single hand. He plopped the six-inch tall muscleman on his passenger seat and slammed on the gas, pulling away. He didn’t dare to look at his tiny friend until they were miles away. Finally, he pulled over and dared to gaze down at little Gregg.

“Is it… is it gonna wear off?” Gregg asked, looking up at the car with wide eyes. His pecs were still over-sized and his glutes had swollen to the size of pumpkins (relative to him, that is) but otherwise, he was his usual massive self, just pocket-sized now.

“I don’t know,” Tone said. He gingerly reached toward Gregg, who cowered from the big hand at first, then slowly approached it, finally embracing it. Tone closed his hand around his little buddy, feeling his plump muscles giving off so much warmth.

“Feels good,” Gregg said.

“I know, it does…” Tone said, reflecting on the fact that he’d had to look up to Gregg for so long but now, Gregg was looking up at everything.

“What do we do now?” Tone asked as he set Gregg back down. “Call the cops?”

“HA! Imagine the cops blowing up with muscle like I did,” Gregg said. “Or shrinking down like me… kinda hot actually…”

Neither had an answer, but a few minutes later Gregg remarked, “I think I’m getting bigger!” Compared to Tone’s hand, he did seem larger again.

“I guess we just wait it out, then?”

“I’ve got an idea,” Gregg said, flexing his torso with excitement.

Tone let out a sigh as he approached the doorstep of Gregg’s ex-. The tiny muscleguy gave a thumbs up before squeezing his bulky body through the mail-slot, landing on the other side with a thud.

“I’m okay!” came the high-pitched squeak on the other side. “I’ll call you in the morning!”

Gregg’s plan was to climb into his ex’s bed, wait for him to come home, and surprise him, both with the fact that he was miniaturized as well as the fact that he would be growing back to his huge self over the evening. “Imagine the fun we could have!” Gregg said.

With a sigh, Tone pulled away, hoping everything went well for his buddy. If things worked out, he probably wouldn’t hear from Gregg again for a while. Tone sighed as he resigned himself to the hope that Gregg got what he wanted. He had been through enough that night.