A Few Kind Words

[6 word request: Shy blind date grows when complimented]

Rod sipped his second glass of wine, feeling a buzz both from the cabernet in his belly and the scintillating conversation over candlelight. First dates had never gone so well for him, he realized, and he wondered, as he eyed up the cute little cub across the table, if he would violate his “no sex on the first date” rule--although with the way his new companion was acting, he wondered if the mood was mutual.

Terry, just barely tall enough to see over the table, reached forward for the bottle of wine. The cute little redhead gasped as his sleeve, just over the lit votive on the table, suddenly caught flame. In an instant, the little guy grabbed his water glass and dumped it on his arm, extinguishing the flame. Afterward, Terry stared at the table, his posture slumped as if he couldn’t lift his eyes to meet Rod’s after such an embarrassing act. Rod just chuckled.

“That was quick smart thinking there, with the water,” Rod said. Terry shifted in his seat, wincing like he was suddenly uncomfortable.

“Ugh, I’m just…” Terry’s face fell. He anxiously rubbed his goatee and furrowed his brow. “I just can’t believe I’m on a date with you. I can’t believe you would even say yes to meeting with me!”

Rod’s jaw was open. He set his fork down. “Terry, you’re adorable, fun to talk to, sweet as hell… you’re the best date I’ve had in over a year!”

In an instant, Terry’s body suddenly expanded in all directions. His face shot up as he got taller, and muscles bloomed beneath his clothing before stretching them to tatters. The two sat there silently as Terry stared down at his new form, obviously as shocked as Rod was.

“What the… what the hell…” He reached down and poked the big pectoral muscle peeking through his torn polo. It bounced, then the other one, and Terry seemed shocked that he was moving at all.

“Terry… what the fuck just happened?” Rod asked as Terry slowly rose to his feet. Rod was shocked as his formerly 5’2” date stood up at least six inches taller and about sixty pounds heavier with muscle. His face was still as adorable and ginger as ever, but now it was harder and more angular. Through the shreds of his clothes Rod saw a body that looked ready for an amateur bodybuilding stage--big, ripped and veiny--where minutes before, Terry had been a slim fellow with a cute little pudge belly. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on his form now, though.

In a panic, the much bigger Terry fled from the table, clasping his hands over his crotch. While his pants had blown to pieces, his underwear still seemed intact, but it was clear Terry wasn’t used to showing this much skin. Heads turned as a half-nude athlete hulked out of his clothes hustled past, apologizing profusely as he barreled into the bathroom.

“Is everything… okay?” the confused server said as he approached with a water pitcher, eyeing the split-in-half size 6 loafers on the floor where the little ginger cub had been sitting before.

“Yeah, I think we’ll take the check,” Rod said, extending his card to the server before heading into the bathroom after his date.

Rod scanned beneath the stalls but saw no feet. The second stall was closed and locked, however. “You in there, Terry? Standing on the toilet?”

“Just… just go away…” Terry groaned. “I don’t know what’s happening but… I need to get out of here somehow…”

“Let me help,” Rod offered. He eyed his own appearance in the bathroom mirror: 6 feet tall with a nice athletic build from his career in the military with a blonde crew cut on top. He had imagined curling his arm around a much smaller redhead earlier, but now he was trying to picture what it would be like to have Terry at shoulder height and just barely outsizing him in the muscles department. “How about I go get, like, a big trenchcoat or something?”

“Oh, god, this is a nightmare,” Terry moaned. “I’m so sorry to do this to you. You must be horrified at how this is all going…”

“Are you kidding me?” Rod said. “Look, I thought you were smoking hot before, and now you’re bigger and half naked. If we can get you fully covered up, I’m planning on taking you somewhere for an after-dinner drink so I can stare into those beautiful green eyes of yours…”

Terry groaned again as Rod heard more tearing of fabric. He glanced down at the floor to see everything Terry was wearing, including his bright orange boxers, falling to the floor in little shreds.

“Oh god, it happened again!” said an even deeper-voiced Terry. Rod took a step back, unable to buy into the strangeness or the severity of the situation.

“Terry, buddy, can you open up? I want to see what happened.”

“No way!” groaned the deeper voice. “I’m totally naked now! God, what is happening to me?”

“Well, if things kept going as well as they had, I was hoping to get to see you naked tonight anyway!” Rod chuckled. After a moment of silence, the stall knob slid aside and the door slowly creaked open.

Rod was now looking eye-to-eye with Terry, who was almost as wide as the bathroom stall. Totally naked, his body looked like an inflated anatomy model. Rod’s eyes hungrily passed over the now-large man’s physique, marveling at every overpumped bulge.

“Wow,” Rod said. “Why is this happening?” he asked, resisting the urge to touch the muscle. Still, as close as Terry stood, he could feel heat coming off the bare, pale muscles in heavy waves.

“I-I dunno,” Terry said. “It’s gotta be impossible though. I mean, people don’t just… blow up like this, do they?”

Rod smiled. “I think it was when I complimented you.” Terry looked confused but for the first time he didn’t shy away from Rod’s gaze. Rod opened his mouth to speak but Terry raised to thickly muscled fingers to Rod’s mouth.

“Sh--don’t do it. Not yet,” he said. His voice was low and powerful, rumbling in Rod’s chest. “I’m already just about too big for the bathroom stall. I can’t grow again. Just… get me something to wear out of here. Then we’ll test the theory.”

“Deal,” Rod agreed. He slipped out of the bathroom and passed by their table to sign their check before making his way to the coat check girl at the front of the restaurant. She was turned away and on her phone. Rod saw the blue blink of her wireless earbuds, so he tiptoed past her and quietly rifled through the coats on the rack. He glanced back at her when he found a trenchcoat that looked sizable enough to fit Terry’s new form, then slipped back away before she had even looked up from her phone.

The trench coat was still a little snug on Terry’s professional bodybuilder frame, but it was enough to get them out without an indecent exposure charge. It was all Rod could do to avoid comment on the expansion, specifically in the groin area, where the newly huge redhead had a tiny tuft of red hair above a massive swinging cock beneath. Marveling at its size out loud might make Terry so big he couldn’t fit through the door anymore.

“You look like the Hulk,” Rod whispered as the two headed to the restaurant’s front door at double speed.

“Well, thank goodness I’m not angry,” Terry said once they were out on the sidewalk. “All this muscle… I don’t even know what to do with it. I feel like a little rage and I could do some serious damage!” He suddenly put a big paw on Rod’s shoulder. “B-but not that I would!”

“You wanna see if another compliment might add some size right now?” Rod asked, glancing up and down the empty street.

Terry considered it as he continued patting down his own body. He flexed grapefruit-sized biceps and grinned at them as if he couldn’t believe they were his. “Maybe a little one…” Terry offered. “Y’know, just to test the theory.”

Rod nodded quietly. “Nice… uh…” he began, scanning the huge man’s newly developed body. He didn’t want to comment on the added bulk just yet--while it was an exciting development, Rod still felt the need to prove to Terry that he had liked him before he’d doubled in size. “...eyes.”

Terry gasped as he shot up another few inches, his body thickening in one dramatic pulse. The trenchcoat buttons burst open and he had to hold it shut with his plate-sized hands.

“Holy shit…” Terry said in an even deeper voice. Now he was looking down at Rod and looked almost double his weight. Terry walked in a waddle now as he rolled his massive quads around each other, swaying his big torso back and forth, cannon-sized arms resting on wide lats as he did his best to move his unnatural mass along.

“You wanna have some fun with all this new size?” Rod offered as he realized he had to take longer strides just to keep up with the 6’3” muscle beast.

Terry turned, suddenly blushing. He smiled down at Rod. “You mean like… go back to one of our places?”

Rod shrugged. Again, he didn’t want to push that he was only interested in Terry for the compliment-fueled muscles. “I mean, let’s get you into some clothes that actually fit you. Ever dream about what you’d wear if you were a literal giant?” Terry’s eyes went wide at the suggestion.

Outside the door of the fitting room, Rod tossed another XXXL spandex tank top over the top.

“Oh, wow,” Terry rumbled from within once he’d pulled it on. “I mean, this one is good, but I don’t know if I can get out of it now.”

“Let me in,” Rod suggested, eager to see. The door opened and Terry looked sheepishly out. His shyness, combined with his sudden size, made Rod fall even more in love with him.

“You’re a fucking fantasy…” Rod blurted out as he saw Terry’s massive body squeezed into the tank top, his bottom half covered only by a jockstrap. Rod hadn’t even been thinking when he said it, so he was surprised when Terry groaned and shot up a few inches, his body getting thicker and wider. The tank top was no match for his enormous new torso; he looked like he was four feet wide with muscle!

Rod couldn’t believe that he only came up to Terry’s nipple now. He gently ran a hand over Terry’s melon-sized pec; it flexed and bounced under the touch, and Terry giggled (a ridiculous sound coming from his deep new vocal cords).

“Is everything okay in…” began a man with a headset and a nametag that read Cliff. The employee stared at the remains of the tank top on the floor before looking up at Terry’s jaw-dropping size. The jockstrap had maintained its integrity but was clearly within a thread of its own life, ready to snap. “Oh… oh my god!” Cliff said, and Rod noticed a suddenly bulge in his uniform pants.

“I thought this place catered to athletes?” Rod said, feigning impatience. “Do you seriously not have anything here for pro bodybuilders? What, you can’t serve anyone bigger than a tennis player?”

“I-I’ll see what we have,” Cliff stammered, backing away before finally tearing his eyes off Terry’s huge form.

“You’re almost as big as my car,” Rod said. Terry flinched, expecting another growth spurt, but sighed when nothing happened.

“I guess you were just commenting on my size, and not making a judgment on it,” Terry surmised.

“You’re hotter at this size than any bodybuilder I’ve ever seen,” Rod blurted out without thinking.

BOOM! Terry’s body burst with growth, his redwood-sized arms smashing easily through the flimsy particle-board walls of the fitting room. Terry looked at his body, now the size of a small car, and then red-faced down at the destruction below him.

“Jeez, do you have any fitting rooms that actually fit athletes? These tiny things are no good for guys with real size!” Rod said once he’d picked him up from the floor, where he’d landed when Terry’s swelling pecs knocked him down.

Terry reached down, his giant hand swallowing up Rod’s much smaller one, and yanked him up into an embrace. Terry’s tongue was huge and thick as it tenderly explored Rod’s mouth. Rod felt like a rag doll in Terry’s mammoth embrace, his legs dangling several feet off the floor. Terry had to be 7 feet tall.

“The gym,” Terry finally growled. He licked his lips, still savoring their kiss, and gently set Rod on the floor. “I want to go to the gym.”

“Let’s blow their minds when you lift every weight they have in the place!” Rod cheered.

Terry shook his head. “There’s a bully I want to see now that I’m bigger than him,” Terry said, pounding a massive fist into his other palm, smiling wide.

Terry’s gym was across town, but the gigantic beast couldn’t fit into either of their cars, so, clad in his newly-purchased 5XL spandex top and an enormous pair of purple posing trunks Cliff was able to find out back, Rod rode to the gym slung over Terry’s titanic rippling deltoid. With every bounce he got another facefull of muscular flesh--not that he was complaining. Terry’s massive feet made the earth shake with every heavy footfall, his strides so long they got there in minutes.

Terry set Rod on the floor before staring at the gym entrance, his mountainous form suddenly slumping over. “Geez, even at this size…” he shivered, staring up at the GLOBAL GYM sign above the door. “I had some bad experiences here…”

“Well, you’re about to walk in there and own the place--if you can even fit through the front door!” Rod said, giving his giant date a comforting pat on his massive, flaring lat.

Terry took a deep breath threw his shoulders back, and headed to the door, pulling it open. He had to stoop and turn slightly sideways to fit inside. Rod couldn’t believe the confidence that suddenly came over the formerly timid titan. The man behind the front desk just stared at the tower of massive flesh stomping by. But as Rod approached, he held up a hand.

“Uh, membership number?” he asked Rod.

“He’s with me,” Terry barked, and the desk clerk shrank back behind the desk. Rod couldn’t wipe the gym from his face as he watched Terry’s enormous gluteal muscles bouncing and flexing with every step.

The gym seemed to grind to a halt as Terry walked in. He surveyed the room as if he owned it, finally choosing a squat rack to approach. He loaded three plates on each side, then reconsidered and added a fourth. His squats were unbelievably impressive--all that muscle (his legs were as wide around as Rod’s waist now) flexing and pressing was mindblowing, but the ease with which the 405 pounds rose and sank was the best part of the visual.

“Too fucking light,” Terry said. A crowd had gathered.

“Where’s your bully?” Rod asked, glancing around. He suddenly realized how awkward he looked in this gym, wearing a button-down, dress pants and nice shoes, but no one questioned him. Who would dare, with the gigantic Terry right beside him?

Terry nodded in the direction of a bald brute deadlifting across the gym floor. “Fucking Spencer,” he sneered. “My old coach. The amount of shit he gave me, the amount of humilation… I’m about to make him eat it.” Earlier in the day, Rod would easily have remarked that Spencer was the largest human he’d ever seen, but since he’d spent most of the evening with a half-ton man, his perspective had shifted.

“What do you have planned?” Rod whispered, but Terry pulled his mass upright, gave his massive torso a shirt-stretching flex, and strutted toward the deadlifting platform where Spencer was preparing to lift.

“Fuckin A!” Spencer’s lifting partner, a smaller but still impressively built (next to anyone but Terry, that is) man. But Spencer didn’t flinch.

“Hey Spencer, I wanna have a word with you,” Terry said as he stood in front of his former trainer with his herculean fists on his massive hips, a four-foot shelf of pec muscle proudly thrust forth.

“Jesus christ, I’d recognize that redhead nerd anywhere,” Spencer said, in a move that shocked Rod. Terry, too, seemed taken aback.

“Y-you recognize me? How?” Terry said, his rigid posture softening.

“Pale skin, bright orange freaking hair, dumb looking goatee… what, did you sit on an airhose?” Spencer scoffed. “Or did you just guzzle a gallon of testosterone?”

“Kick his ass!” Rod urged. “You could swallow him in one bite now!”

But Terry’s body suddenly quivering, deflating a bit. His massive height collapsed in on itself as he sank down, the skin-tight clothes suddenly billowing around him.

“Should have known you couldn’t even get huge correctly,” Spencer continued, shaking his head. Rod seethed with rage but was too distracted by Terry’s shrinking form to do anything. “Look at you, gigantic for five minutes and you can’t even hold on to it. Once a skinny nerd, always a skinny nerd--muscles don’t change a thing about you, runt.”

Terry shrank like a popped balloon. Rod’s heart sank as his gigantic hero shrank down to the 5’4” man he’d been before--a man Rod had liked, but watching him swimming in the now-giant attire they’d just purchased broke his heart. The posing trunks lay, huge and probably still warm, at Terry’s feet, as the skinny man struggled to cover himself with the ludicrous looking tank top.

“Pathetic,” Spencer finally spat, giving Terry a gentle shove. The little guy went flying backward; luckily Rod was there to catch him.

“Wait a minute,” Rod said as he stared into Terry’s eyes, watching tears form. “Just wait one minute, okay?”

With a few taps on his phone, he posted to Instagram a photo he’d taken of Terry after finding his massive outfit. “How hot is my date? Comment if you like what this big brute is shaking!”

Laughter had begun to erupt around them, after the shock of watching the most enormous man in the world collapsing on himself wore off. Terry’s face when red and he began to sob, pulling the spandex over his face.

The laughter didn’t last long: a moment later, Terry let out a roar as, in the blink of an eye, his body exploded with growth. Rod shouted as a wave of muscle hit him, knocking him down. On the other side of the swelling beast, Spencer got knocked off the platform.

Rod picked himself up and then stared up at Terry, whose hair now brushed against the gym ceiling. He had to be thirty feet tall! Rod examined a thick, veiny foot bigger than a motorcycle, then stared up at the giant man, so huge with muscle he looked like he might explode from all the mass stretching his paper-thin skin.

Terry reached down with one muscle-bound fist and snatched Terry off the ground. The other hand lowered to lift Rod, his fingers hooking under the smaller man’s armpits. Rod rose so fast he left his stomach behind as Terry sat him on a literally boulder-sized shoulder. Rod hugged the full muscle as he watched Terry poking Spencer, who looked like small and helpless in Terry gargantuan grasp, right in his muscular chest.

“We’re going to have a little fun, the three of us,” Terry roared in a voice that shook the whole gym. “And when we’re done, you’re going to make up for being so damned cruel to me for so long.”

Spencer stared down at the long drop to the gym floor, then up at the massive snarling face before him. “I-I’m sorry!” he whimpered as Terry gave him a shake. “I-I’ll make up for it! I promise!”

“Damn right you will!” Terry boomed.

Another wave of growth hit, sending Terry up into the ceiling. The giant stooped his hypermuscular physique, struggling to fit within the confines of the gym, but finally relented and just stood up. His enormous head and shoulders burst through the ceiling. With another growth burst, he shot up even taller. Rod clung desperately to the pulsating deltoid muscle as he looked down at a hundred foot drop.

Climbing up to Terry’s thick neck, Rod pulled out his phone and took a look. Terry’s picture had a hundred likes and thirty comments--and the compliments kept rolling! “Maybe I should take the picture down?” Rod considered as Terry continued to shoot up, his body filling out with even more muscle every time he got taller. But looking up at that giant ginger face, having the time of his life as he looked down at a world he used to be so small and timid within, he thought maybe he would leave it up a little longer.