Seeking Out Bullying

[6 word request: Bullied Becomes Bigger By Bully's Bullying]

Jeff was trying so hard to walk past the two well-built gym bullies without letting on how afraid of them he was that his defenses were down when they struck. Tyrone yanked down Jeff’s short, exposing his skinny legs and lily-white little dick to the packed gym crowd. Then David gave the much smaller man a shove, knocking Jeff over. The little guy’s feet got caught in his shorts and he went down, flailing. His face burned red as he pulled them up frantically, scurrying for the relative safety of the locker room.

As he sat on the bench, praying that no one who saw his naked lower body would still be there when he left, he saw big Gunther lumber out of the shower. He couldn’t help but notice the bodybuilder’s huge, powerfully built physique. He practically needed two towels just to dry off his massive body! Here Jeff was struggling to get in shape so guys like Tyrone and David would leave him alone, but he could barely get through a workout without being the butt of their jokes.

Gunther, however, was mostly left alone. He was as quiet as he was massive, and most people were scared of what his silence meant about the man behind the muscles. Tyrone and Jeff usually scurried out of the mass monster’s way.

“Must be nice,” Jeff muttered. Gunther, who was rubbing moisturizer into his huge pecs, paused and turned in Jeff’s direction.

“You say something, bud?” he asked in his low voice.

Jeff nearly scurried away when the giant looked at him. “Uh, damn, uh… sorry…” Jeff stammered. “I was just…”

“I saw what happened to you out there,” Gunther said, his huge shoulders sagging. Still a hulking man, he seemed so non-threatening with his posture relaxed, wearing only a towel around his waist. “You probably wouldn’t believe I used to be bullied a lot too.”

Jeff rolled his eyes and turned away, the sting of his humiliation reigniting. “I’m a grown man,” he said through gritted teeth. “Grown men don’t get bullied. I’m just… a fucking joke.”

“Well, once I got big enough, guys just left me alone,” Gunther added.

“Well that’s great for you,” Jeff said. He dropped his head into his hands. “How am I supposed to get big if I can’t go to the gym without some cocky asshole beating me up?”

Gunther sighed, then smiled. “You know, I have a gift… one I could lend you.”

“Steroids?” Jeff wondered, intrigued.

“Not steroids,” Gunther said. He placed his burly hand on Jeff’s thin chest and exhaled. A warmth passed through the big bearded man. Jeff gasped as he felt the warmth spread throughout his body. “It’s my secret,” Gunther said with a wink as he walked back to his locker and pulled his boxers up his huge legs. “A little magic. Every time you get bullied, you’ll get a little bit bigger. We’ll see how long they pick on you then.”

Jeff blinked, shocked. Was this musclebull crazy? Gunther finished dressing and left. “Good luck,” he said. “Can’t wait to see how my little gift works for you.”

Jeff was skeptical as he left the locker room. As he passed by Tyrone and David, who stood near the door, he prepared himself for their jeers.

“Hey look, it’s the Slenderman!” Tyrone said with a chuckle.

“Yeah, Mr. Teenie-Weenie!” David added, the two studs leaning into each other as they laughed.

Before Jeff could react to their comments, he felt Gunther’s warmth filling his body again. He gasped as he felt his clothes suddenly constricting him on all sides. He hurried from the building and took a look at himself in the car window. His gym clothes looked like they had shrunk, or that he’d grown to fill them! His heart pounded as he drove home, desperate to look into this more deeply.

He stripped in front of his bedroom mirror with glee and examined how his body had changed. Where before he’d been a skinny, pale man at 5’8” tall, he seemed to have sprouted a layer of muscle all over. They weren’t quite big enough to flex, but he looked like a man who worked to stay in shape; the doughiness of his former physique had melted away.

He was most mystified by his cock, a meagre 4 inches before, now at least an inch longer. He loved how it felt in his hand, swinging from his groin. It looked like Gunther wasn’t some roid-crazy psychopath after all!

“Bullying makes me bigger,” he whispered, hopping into the shower. He luxuriated in the feel of his hard flesh as he lathered up his new body. Later, as he dressed himself for a night out, he smirked at the pleasant width of his body. His clothes hung on him completely differently now. “For the first time in my life I’ll be seeking out people to pick on me,” he grinned to himself.

Later on, in line at the Rusty Nail, he felt a rush of excitement as he saw the bulky ex-football-player bouncer Chet checking IDs. That big burly lineman had mocked Jeff every time he’d come to the gay bar for drinks. For sure, he’d have something to say now.

“Oh, shit,” Chet chuckled as Jeff approached. “Buddy, tonight’s ‘Bear Night,’ not ‘Socially Awkward Twink’ night,” Chet said. Jeff shrugged off Chet’s derision as he felt the tightness of his clothing increase.

In the club, he beamed as he stood in line for drinks, actually grateful that taller, bigger men, shirtless and sweaty, shoved him out of the way to order. After each nudge, he felt his muscles plumping. When he’d approached, he’d been looking up at the men from down around their shoulders, but after a half-hour of getting knocked around, Jeff found himself nearly seeing eye-to-eye with them.

Surging with confidence, he strutted out onto the dance floor, struggling to yank off his shirt, which was bursting at the seams with his new muscle. As he wobbled around awkwardly trying to release his size Large body from the size Medium v-neck, he heard some men nearby shouting about how ridiculous he looked. A moment later, the shirt split in half and fell to the ground, releasing him.

He’d never danced in public in his life, but with his newfound muscle he was eager to make up for lost time. As he bounced around, gyrating his hips and flailing his arms, he watched some other beefy guys, probably threatened by this ostentatious display by a fellow meathead, rolling their eyes at his clumsy dance moves.

It wasn’t long before the mocking ceased; his body blew up even larger until he could actually feel his pecs bouncing. THe width of his legs required a wider stance. He finally tore off his bloodflow-constricting pants to reveal that his underwear was now stuffed full of a much bigger dick, his rock-hard glutes spilling out the back.

When Chet approached Jeff, he was excited to see that he was only slightly smaller than the bouncer, although with lean muscle where Chet had plump, solid bulk. Chet didn’t seem to recognize Chet as he leaned in, a beefy paw on Jeff’s shoulder.

“Look, tweaker, you gotta wear clothes in here,” he said.

“I’m wearing clothes!” Jeff said, giddy over his increase in stature (and status!). He gave a tug at his boxers, unfortunately tearing the right side open. A seven-inch cock flopped out.

“That’s it, you’re out of here,” Chet said, grabbing Jeff by the arm and leading him to the door. Jeff wondered if he actually had the strength now to give Chet the ass-kicking he deserved, but his sudden nudity left him feeling exposed despite the flawless condition of his growing physique and he was desperate to find something to cover up.

“Fucking juicemonkeys,” Chet said as he shoved Jeff to the curb. “Hey, musclehead, were you always this dumb or did the roids shrink your brains as well as your balls?”

Jeff felt the warmth again and his body swelled once more. As he turned, he found himself equally as tall and wide as the mountainous doorman. He flexed his upper body and grinned as he felt his back swelling out in a brand new--but ultimately satisfying--way.

“Oh yeah?” Jeff asked, drunk on his size and confidence. “Do these look like they’re shrinking?” He grabbed his lemon-sized balls and gave them a shake with his big hand. Chet actually blushed! (The other men in line cheered and catcalled him.)

Jeff strutted away. He wouldn’t be finding any more bullying at the bar in his current condition (at least half a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier). He had no desire to get arrested for public nudity, however, so he hopped into his car and drove home, using a towel from the trunk to block his swinging manhood as he hurried back into his house.

Jeff called in sick to work the next morning. In reality, he’d never felt better, but he knew that Tyrone and David did two sessions a day, and their first would be at 10 AM. He managed to squeeze into an old sweatshirt and some baggy sweatpants, but with every movement he heard fibers shredding.

In truth, he looked ridiculous, with his swollen muscles spilling out on all sides of this shrink-wrapped outfit, his bulge in front looking the most absurd, bouncing with every step. He didn’t care; he couldn’t wait to give Tyrone and David a taste of their own medicine. He was nearly as big as they were now--maybe bigger!

He didn’t see the pair immediately, but he eyed the dumbbell rack with delight, grabbing the pair of 70s and marveling at how light they felt. He started curling them, amazed at the ease, then racked them again and gave the 90s a try. These were a little more challenging, but he still made them move. “Awesome,” he said, his eyes lighting up as his thick arms bulging and flexed with each rep.

“How the fuck do you get that big,” said a voice behind him, “and still have such shitty form?”

It was Tyrone. Jeff felt suddenly self conscious, but the sounds of tearing in his already ludicrously small outfit clued him in to the fact that the commentary was making him grow yet again. With one glance in the mirror, Jeff surmised that there was no way Tyrone knew who he was; he was unrecognizable, now just a big overgrown bodybuilder they’d never seen there before. He lumbered over to the leg press and started loading weight,

While he was astonished that 9 plates on each side moved so easily, he casually scanned the room, hoping for Tyrone and David to take notice of him. While he was looking for a showdown (ending with him casually stuffing them into trashcans) he would also have settled for more mockery, which just made him even bigger and more intimidating.

He was starting to get a buzz from the exertion of all of his newfound muscles. His legs engorged with blood as he pumped out rep after rep on the leg press--and sweat poured from his big body. He stood up triumphantly, estimating that he must have done a hundred reps of the massive poundage--and his soaked clothes proved it.

“Jesus,” shouted David, wafting his hand in front of his face. “That stink… You think that guy’s ever heard of deodorant?”

Jeff gasped as he felt his body swelling bigger, his muscle bursting through his clothes. As he stood, he realized that if he didn’t hold his pants in place, his big dick would flop out. He wanted to show off at the gym, but he didn’t want to get banned for being naked.

As he hurried to the locker room, he heard Tyrone groan, “Fucking muscle queens leaving their weight on machines. If you can rep it you can put it away, dum-dum!”

Jeff’s body grew even bigger. His head brushed the doorway as he darted through the locker room door.

He rifled through the lockers, looking for something that would fit. He was nearing 6’7”, he estimated, and was just as built as Gunther. Meanwhile, his cock was enormous, 9 soft inches and as thick around as a coke can with hefty orange-sized balls swinging below. His body was breathtaking, surely big enough to squash both Tyrone and David into stains on the ground, but he couldn’t do it naked!

Finally he found a big pair of shorts that were wide enough to fit his legs--but his cock and balls were too huge to stuff inside. “Damn,” Jeff growled, frustrated at such a uselessly huge cock. “Fuck, I just wanted my muscles bigger. I didn’t want to have a dick the size of a man’s arm!”

The locker room door opened and Tyrone and David entered, chuckling at Jeff’s obvious predicament. “Fuck, dude, what the fuck are you going to do with a dick that big anyway?” Tyrone laughed, gesturing at Jeff’s huge cock.

David walked up behind Jeff, grinning, and then slapped him in the middle of his back. Jeff turned to see David had slapped a post-it on his back that read, “Roid Addict.” Jeff turned around and around, struggling to reach the post-it, the whole time his dick flopping around.

“Shut the fuck up,” Jeff said in a rumbling, bovine voice as he swelled even larger. “Quit making fun of me!” he said. The shorts blew into shreds and he found the celiing growing uncomfortably close. His cock was so big it seemed a struggle to support it, despite all his muscle. Worse than anything was his lack of mobility; while he’d been getting taller, the muscle growth wasn’t proportionate. Not only could he not put his arms down or put his feet together, his pecs were so massive he didn’t think he could clap his hands.

“Holy shit, what, did somebody overdo it on the tren today?” David howled with laughter as Jeff continued to swell.

“Don’t think we don’t know who you are, buddy,” reaching out and tickling the underside of Jeff’s ludicrously massive cock. The big hulk shuddered and moaned at the sensation. “And we think you’re just as much of a loser huge as you ever were when you were scrawny!”

“Quit it!” Jeff begged as he continued to grow. He had to stoop now, and his arms and legs quivered as the muscle forced his limbs out straight. “Stop laughing at me!”

Jeff’s dick got desperately hard in no time from the bullies’ tickling, and he groaned in shame as he found himself cumming despite himself. God, he’d felt so desperate to relieve the aching need in his ballooning form, but he was ashamed by how easily it had come for him.

“Jeez, looks like somebody’s a two-ton two-pump chump!” Tyrone said. The two gave Jeff a kick in his swollen balls, causing the muscle giant to roar and moan. He tried to strike to the two men, but he had grown far too massive.

“Looking like the Stay Puffed Marshmallow Man!” David chimed in. Jeff fell forward, his gigantic pecs cushioning his fall. He was shocked to realize that Tyrone was able to stoop and crawl through the space between his rippled abs and the floor. Jeff could only wobble back and forth, terrified as he felt the ceiling squash against his back. While he did look like a bloating marshmallow, the flesh was all rock-hard and veiny. The slightest movement made hundred of pounds of rock hard flex twitch and bulge. The two bullies laughed as they walked away, ignoring Jeff’s pleas to get him help. As he heard the door slam shut, he wondered what he was going to do.

More than anything, he prayed that the next person to find him would be kind about his situation.