BigGuyMovers

[6 word request: Bodybuilders tricked donate mass virility elderly]

Ty carried the last stack of boxes, piled three high, down the stairs and loaded it into the back of the moving truck. Chase, his partner, wheeled an armoire out the front door and carefully bumped it down the front steps. Ty wiped a layer of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

“Damn, we had to do this on the hottest day of the year, hunh?” he said, looking back up at the apartment building behind them.

“And of course,” Chase said, lifting up a beefy arm to smell the sweaty pit underneath; he cringed. “...it’s gotta be a third floor apartment we’re moving on a day the elevator is broken!”

“I wish we didn’t have to wear these stupid BigGuyMovers tee shirts for the whole job,” Ty said, yanking at the collar of the nearly skin-tight shirt sopping up his sweat in large dark patches. Ty looked over at his muscular friend and gave him a shove. “By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask: what’s with your shirt, bro? It’s looking a little loose. You losing some size?”

Chase rolled his eyes. “You kidding? I got too big for the last one so I went up to a XXXL. Your shirt looks like it was meant for a little kid!” Chase flexed a huge arm and held it up next to Ty. Not wanting to be outdone, Ty flexed his own arm, and the two bodybuilders pressed their big pecs against each other as they struggled to show off their big biceps.

“E-excuse me!” called a weak voice from up above.

Suddenly remembering that they were on the job, the two muscular movers quit roughhousing and snapped to attention. An elderly man leaned out of the window, squinting to see the two beefcakes.

“I’m sorry, were we being too loud?” Chase called back.

“We’re just moving somebody out of an apartment,” Ty informed the old fellow. “We’ll be done in a second.”

“Well, I was just wondering… I see two big strong men like you and I wonder if you could help me. I have an old chair I need moved, and there’s absolutely no way I can do it myself.”

Ty and Chase looked at each other. Ty scratched his shaved-bald head, checking his watch. “We’ve still got one more move to do today, and boss said if we’re late again, we’re getting suspended without pay.”

“C’mon, bro, it’s a chair. How long could it take?” Chase smiled up to the old guy. “I’ll be up in a second! What apartment are you?”

“4th floor, number 16!” the old man said, clasping his hands together in gratitude.

Ty shook his head. “Be quick. We can’t afford to fall behind today.”

Chase knocked on the door to number 16 and heard slow shuffling as, he assumed, the old man hobbled to answer. He opened it a crack and peered out cautiously, then smiled and opened it wide.

“Oh, I’m so grateful you could help,” the old man said, shooing Chase inside and slamming the door behind. He locked it, which Chase found odd.

“What’s your name, buddy?” Chase asked. He ran a hand through his curly blond hair and looked around the filthy apartment. The air stunk of mildew and incense. Dirty dishes were piled high in the sink. Crumbled garbage surrounded a single recliner in front of an old television. The place was tiny, and this guy clearly needed help. He really felt for the poor guy.

“I’m Dimitri,” the old man said, opening a door to the right. “The chair is right in here.” Beyond was Dimitri’s bedroom. Chase noted the crumpled sheets. He chuckled when he saw a few magazines only halfway under the bed, as if they’d been carelessly put away. A hairy chested hunk stared out from the cover of one. Chase smirked. Old guy liked hunky muscle porn. It was honestly kind of adorable, he thought.

“This the chair?” Chase asked, seeing an old armchair next to the wall. He squatted down to grab it by its base.

“Good lord, you’re so strong!” Dimitri marveled as Chase hoisted the chair overhead and easily carried it to the window.

Chase shrugged his big shoulders. “Yeah, well, I’ve been a husky guy my whole life,” he joked.

“Do you often do nice things for old folks?” Dimitri asked as he hobbled into the kitchen and pulled a checkbook out of a drawer. As Dimitri scrawled on it, Chase held up his hands.

“Honestly, it’s no big deal,” Chase insisted. “Please, no money. I’m good. And if there’s anything else you need…”

“All I need is just a little bit of charity,” Dimitri said, his eyes narrowing. The air current changed. The tiny wisps of white hair on Dimitri’s head shifted direction.

“I’m all about charity,” Chase said, making his pecs bounce. He loved how the old guy’s eyes lit up.

“Could you just donate some of that big size and virility to me? You know it would mean the world to me to have what you have.” Dimitri’s eyes lit up.

Chase felt uncomfortable.

“Uh, well, I gotta get going…”

“You didn’t answer,” Dimitri said, shuffling toward him. “Would you donate your strength to an old man? That way I wouldn’t have to ask anyone for help anymore.”

Chase shook his head. “Fine, sure, whatever,” he said. “You got it. Take what I got.”

Dimitri’s eyes lit up. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”

Chase flinched when he heard a thunderclap overhead. Then he looked down at his body. He was glowing. “What the… the fuck?”

Dimitri took a deep breath, and Chase’s iridescent aura floated like smoke through the air, filling the senior’s lungs.

Chase’s body suddenly deflated. The bodybuilder watched as the room seemed to grow behind him, his eyeline sinking as he found himself swimming in his t-shirt. He shivered as he realized his ass was bare, his belted shorts now around his ankles.

MEanwhile, Dimitri’s posture suddenly straightened. His raspy voice suddenly grew deep and strong as his whole body inflated. His deep blue veins retreated, a tan spreading across his pasty skin. His whole body expanded in all directions. He smiled and flexed each growing muscle as he discovered it. His dirty bathrobe split as Dimitri’s back widened with piles of rock-hard brawn. Hair sprouted over his head and his scraggly beard became thick and lush.

When it was over, Dimitri was a few inches above six feet tall, his body bulging with thick, healthy muscles. His dirty underwear strained against the healthy bulge stuffed inside. He stroked his silver beard and ran his hands over his suddenly smooth, supple skin. “Well, would you look at that?” he said, grabbing a handful of his own pec. “Looks like Dimitry’s a muscle-daddy now.”

Chase groaned feebly, grabbing his head. There was a dull ache throbbing behind his eyes. He felt so tired! He held up unfamiliar hands--scrawny things with dainty fingers--and patted his body through his now-oversized shirt. He felt nothing but skin and bones.

He was relieved to see that he hadn’t gotten older, but it looked like the muscle had been sucked right ouf of his body, leaving nothing but this scrawny form behind. This couldn’t be possible!

“Thank you for all this,” Dimitri said, running a hand down his abdomen.

“You… you can’t do this…” Chase sobbed. Something inside him was changing. He felt his emotions running wild, his confidence shattered. It was more than the loss of his muscle. Something deep in his core had shifted. He couldn’t control himself. He suddenly felt so indecisive and unsure of himself. He ached with a need he could barely describe. What had happened to him?

“Oh yes I can!” Dimitry said, strutting across the room. His heavy footfalls made the china on the shelves of Dimtri’s hutch shake. “You gave it to me.”

“Ty!” Chase said, heading for the window. God, it seemed so far away! His joints ached. It was like all the endurance of his years of athleticism had been leeched right out of him. He banged his little fists weakly against the window as the big muscle daddy behind him flexed each bicep and gave it a lick.

“Oh, you probably won’t find your buddy out there,” Dimitri said. “Because MY buddy paid him a visit while I lured you up here.”

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Dimitri stomped up to it, throwing out his barrel chest, and yanked the door open.

On the other side was another massively muscular older gentlemen--who had a tight grip on the arm of a similarly scrawny little guy, dressed only in a BigGuyMovers tee that hung down past his ankles. The big guy only wore the tattered remains of clothing it looked like his thick build had recently burst out of.

The new stud walked in, eyeing up Dimitri hungrily as he tossed the bald waif toward Chase. Assuming it was Ty, Chase tried to catch his friend, but the two of them ended up toppling to the floor.

“Ty, what happened?” Chase whimpered. He was shocked at how different Ty looked, his facial features now soft and round. It was like all the strength had been sucked right out of him.

“That guy asked me… if he could borrow my size for a little bit…” Ty said, his lower lip trembling. “He made me small… and I feel so… weak!”

The new stud was a good two-inches taller than Dimitri, with broader shoulders and a meatier chest. He too had a thick silvery beard and hair. The two white-haired muscle men grabbed each other and kissed deeply, each running his hands all over the newfound muscles of the other.

“Gentleman, meet Silvio,” Dimitri said, licking slowly up his buddy’s thick abs and along the underside of his heavy pecs.

“Yeah, thanks for the donation, guys,” Silvio said. The two hulking men suddenly pressed their bodies against each other. Dimitri through his arm behind his head and SIlvio buried his face in Dimitri’s deep muscle pit. The two men moaned as Dimitri’s dick finally broke free of his briefs, slapping against Silvio’s big quad.

“Wh-what are we supposed to do?” Chase said. He hadn’t noticed, but he and Ty had huddled together, holding each other’s hands for comfort.

“If the show gets too hot,” Dimitri said, nipping at Silvio’s beard, “well, just suck each other’s little cocks or something!”

The two reduced hunks gazed at the door, but each was too afraid to make a break for it. The more they watched the muscle thieves’ huge, shiny bodies flexing and undulating, the more the two little guys began to feel restless.

Chase gently grabbed Ty’s face with his fingertips, slowly his buddy toward him. Then the two drained men went at each other, kissing as deeply as their little tongues could go and sobbing about what they had lost. Meanwhile, Silvio had thrown Dimitri on his recliner, holding his massive legs over his shoulders as he started plowing away. It wasn’t long before the recliner gave way under nearly 500 pounds banging hard atop it. Silvio never stopped thrusting, continuing to breed Dimitri deep even among the debris of the chair.

Chase and Ty’s little dicks were hard too, but each of them found their fingers going down to their backsides. Something had changed in each of them when the elderly men had drained them. Both Chase and Ty were desperate to have something hard up their asses. Neither could believe what had happened, or what was going on in front of them as the two silver-haired musclestuds started roaring and blasting cum all over.

But the most surprising thing of all was that Chase and Ty didn’t want it to stop.