Clothes Big Enough to Grow Into CH1 PT1

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Clothes Big Enough to Grow Into

Kenny Flowers had hung back after football practice so that the other guys would be gone by the time he finished showering. He was nervous about getting caught at what he had planned. The junior was solid second string material; a good kid and a fair athlete but in the crowd of jocks that currently filled the school, he was no stand out. That was fine with Kenny. He just loved sports and being part of the team. At 5?11? and 140 at best, he didn?t compare to the size of some of the hulks who had made first string. Even suited up Kenny looked a bit anemic. Thin arms hanging out of his thickly padded jersey and thin legs were only highlighted in the skin tight pants that were baggy over his ass.
No Kenny was far from a hulk. That is most of the time he was? but Kenny had talents that few could even dream of. The tall thin man walked out of the showers with a towel around his waist, slowly looking up and down every line of lockers for any straggling team mates but the football crowd and wrestlers had all cleared out. His long sandy curls flopped damply around his neck, as he walked to the door that lead to the hall and locked it. Kenny then made sure the door to the gym was locked as well before returning to the starting line dressing area. The large open room was lined with open cubicles where his teammate?s gear hung. Shelves above held helmets and shoes. From pegs hung practice uniforms on the left and game threads on the right with the shoulder pads slid into a wide shelf below. Every cubicle had a number and name above it of a starter. It was a big honor to get a locker in the main hall and the jocks all kept their name plates after they graduated as a badge of honor. There were benches running in front of the storage units and two large massage tables in the center of the room. There was a similar set up along the far wall where the varsity wrestlers kept their gear. All was open to the large space in the center of the room where the whole team gathered for meetings with coaches before and after games.
Kenny loved the manly smell of the locker room as he slowly made his way to his target: the locker of one of his best friend?s Tom Cox. Tom was a running back and in running for several state records if things kept up. He was about Ken?s height but packed with graceful muscle. Tom had everybody?s ideal (male and female alike) of the perfect jock body. At 215, the senior had broad shoulders capped with round delts and 18? arms; a thick sculpted chest and narrow waist with a deep six pack after a summer?s worth of practice behind him. His bubbled ass was supported by two meaty thighs and calves that had seemed to swell to their current size almost over night about the time he hit his thirteenth birthday. His calves were damn near as big as his thighs and lead to the knick name of Popeye, when an old coach had once compared them to the cartoon character?s over blown forearms. Hours in the weight room since had only slightly corrected the disparity but had left the stud with the meatiest legs around.
Kenny stopped at Popeye?s locker glancing over his shoulders a couple times before pausing to listen to the quiet of the large room. There was no sound at all. The thin man?s hands trembled as he reached up and pulled Tom?s Jock strap out of an open gym bag that set atop the lower shelf. The thing was kind of stiff from dried sweat though it still had some dampness to it around the legs. Kenny dropped his towel and pulled it on over this thin legs and half hard cock. It was so big the straps in the back sagged around his legs though the wide waist band did cling to his waist slightly. Even half a hardon didn?t fill the baggy pouch. The back walls of the cubicles were mirrored. Ken raised his eyes from the black oversized jock he wore to his reflection and watched as the pouch stared to swell up ? that is to say what it covered appeared to swell up as if the boy?s cock and balls had taken on the size of a full grown bull of a man. Sheepishly, Kenny checked over his shoulders again before he dug a cup out of the bag and stuffed it into the jock and admired the effect in the mirror.
There was no time to waste now, as the young man pulled down Tom?s gold game pants and stuffed his legs pads into the pockets. He jumped into them and pulled the baggy material up around his 29? waist. Quickly he tied the laces and fastened the belt but still had to hold them up with one hand as they were so big on him. Ken kept his eyes on the mirror and as if by magic there was a shifting beneath the loose fabric and then the pants began to fill up. The young man had watched this happen hundreds of time over the years but never tired of the effect. In fact it was a real turn-on for him. The thin man turned side ways and watched as his legs slowly bloomed until they filled the tightening pants. His flat ass almost inflated like a balloon until it stretched the elastic material tightly. Best of all his tan calves swelled up like melons until they matched Popeye?s in size and detail. Kenny?s handsome face broke into a broad grin. God, he loved when that happened.
The young man suddenly stopped as Kenny thought he heard something somewhere in the locker room - a metallic thud or something. He grabbed his towel and threw it over his boney shoulders hoping it was big enough to hide under like a sheet. He slowly walked along the end of the rows of lockers, peaking around to see what might have caused the noise but found nothing. The kid was funny looking now with big meaty legs barely contain in the skin tight uniform pants supporting his boney upper body that at best sported 13? arms. His thighs looked damn near as big around as his waist was. All this was lost on Kenny as he nervously tiptoed through the large locker room until he was satisfied it held only him.
As he walked back to Tom?s locker, Kenny couldn?t help but notice the slick feeling as his now muscular spandex coated thighs rubbed together with each step. Nor could he miss the precum slip from his happy cock. Back at the locker, Ken slipped Tom?s navy and gold lettered game jersey over his wide shoulder pads before throwing them over his head. He reached under the tented shirt and fashioned the belt and straps under his arms but not too tight. The enormous pads slipped and bobbled over his bony shoulders. Then he pulled up the front of the jersey as he felt the process begin. As his shoulders broadened and thickened along with his chest and back, the man watched as his abs rose to the surface of his flat belly and stretched the skin as he rubbed his free hand over the deepening bubbled surface. Kenny was morphing into a muscled jock as he stood there in Tom?s uniform. In a flash the growth stopped leaving him packed with muscle and filling the suit every bit as well as Tom did.
Ken just smiled at the reflection of the 215 pound muscled jock that now stood before the mirror with a thin handsome face that looked too small atop the thickly padded torso. Ken pulled down the label covered helmet and strapped it on his head. For a moment the big helmet gave him a bobble head effect as it easily moved around. The in a flash as the man watched and felt, his face and head grew until it filled Tom?s helmet. Ken wasn?t turning into Tom by any means, though he had grown to match him in size and strength. His handsome boyish face seemed to broaden and his check bones grew thicker and more prominent as his chin seemed to square up and his faint cleft grew more pronounced. Kenny saw his own face staring back at him but it was different; more masculine, grown up and studly. Ken took a deep breath and could smell Tom all around him. All this was just about to push him over the edge. He darted for the bathroom stalls at the far end of the room. He felt clumsy so unused to his new size and padded up that he bounced off the metal walls of the stall a couple times before he fit through the narrow door. He turned and locked it. Kenny freed his now man sized erection from the laces and cup as he sat back on the toilet. He had the wherewithal to grab a wad of toilet paper to protect the uniform before a couple quick jerks sent a volley of cumm into the air as his fat cock empty itself of its seed. It was all Kenny could do not to cry out as he jacked off in the stud?s uniform in his new jock body. Kenny leaned back as he wiped up the mess, trying to catch his breath. It had never been this good before. In all the years he had been pulling on other men?s clothes only to have his body swell and grow to take on the owner?s size and shape, Kenny this was by far the hottest experience yet.
This had all started when he was about eight and was spending a cherished weekend at his Dad?s apartment after his folks had split up. The first time it happened, he had put on a pair of insulated work coveralls that his father wore working construction as he daydreamed about being as big and strong as his tall Dad someday. He loved going through his Dad?s closets almost as much as being with him as his apartment was filled with all kinds of manly things that had no place in his Mother?s home now ? sports clothes and gear. Stuff his Dad wore when riding his motor cycle and tools, boxes full of trophies he?d won playing sports in school and pictures of him in sports gear as he grew up that his grandmother had religiously kept in bound albums with clippings. It was all very cool for the young boy who worshiped his father. His Dad had been watching a football game in the other room as Kenny played in his bedroom closet enjoying the smell of his clothes. After a while he had tugged the coveralls off the hanger and slipped them on trying to imagine being big enough to fill the suit. Before he knew it, the boy felt his body start to shift and grow as if his body was somehow blowing up filling the tent like suit he wore. In a flash his four foot tall body had taken on the 195 pound mass of his thirty year old dad. All that mass on such as small frame was freaky and more than a little scary to the child as he stared dumbfounded into the mirrored closet door. Ken had reached up with arms that would barely bend and grabbed the zipper and pulled at it in a wild effort to take off the coveralls. He didn?t know how this had happened but some how felt he had done something wrong and would be in trouble for it. In his haste the boy jammed the zipper with loose material, trapping him inside the suit with a body so paced with muscle it felt as if he weighed a ton and was hard to move. Kenny became more panicked as he struggled with the zipper. Sweat began to drip down his forehead as the quilted suit heated up. Then he stumbled and fell into the closet tripping over a pile of shoes and boots with a crash.
?Hey bud, what you doing in there??
?Nothing.?
?Why don?t you come watch the game with me. It?ll be a good one.?
?No thanks.?
?Kenny, get out here and watch the game. I get so little time with my bud as it is.?
?No thank you sir. I?I?m going take a nap.?
?It?s not even noon.? Kenny could hear his father getting out of his recliner. ?You sick, boy??
Kenny didn?t answer but dove under the covers of his father?s water bed and tried to act like he was asleep. His father turned on the lights and stood in the doorway smiling at him. ?You not feel well??
?I?m fine ? just tired.? Kenny tried to hide his massive body under the quilts and sleeping bags that made up his Dad?s bed clothes, as he lay on his belly and pulled the pillows over his head. He felt about as thick as he was tall laying there but hope somehow his Dad wouldn?t notice. The next thing he was aware of was his dad?s thick arm snaking under the covers to grab Kenny?s ankle as he often did when it was time to get up. His dad chuckled as he pulled the boy from under the covers. ?What you got on there, fat boy?? His dad chuckled at the butter ball scrambling to his feet that was normally his stick thin son who took after his ex-wife family in build. ?You cold??
Kenny was embarrassed and began to sob a bit. He wasn?t sure why but feared he was going to get in trouble. He stood before his father in the snow suit so bloated that he could hardly move and yet the too long sleeves and legs still bagged around his ankles and wrists.
?What you been eating there boy?? his Dad grinned. ?Pillows? You know they aren?t giant marshmallows.? The aging jock stood with his hands on hips looking down at his boy as he assumed Kenny had stuffed his suit to look like a sumo wrestler or something.
?No, I was just trying it on is all and then I kind of blew up. Now I got the zipper stuck and can?t get it off.? The boy?s face reddened as he tried to hold back tears as he knew he was too old to cry.
His dad laughed out loud, ?You just kind of blew up.? He patted his starter gut and said, ?I know just how that can happen.? He reached over and tugged at the zipper. It didn?t move. He pulled harder and Kenny bounced back and forth as a result. He couldn?t believe how realistic Kenny?s padding job had been as his young son looked like he had sudden blown up like a steroid freak. As he tried to open the suit he squeezed his son?s massive arms noting they didn?t feel stuffed but thick and muscled like his own. The man pushed his hand into the neck of the tight suit and felt the swell of Kenny?s warm chest as the boy panted for breath before jerking his hand back as if startled by what he felt. He then pushed the boy on his back on the bed and knelt beside him as he turned his concentration onto the balky zipper. It took some time and effort and the use of a pair of pliers before he had the suit unzipped. The man was awed by what he saw through the open zipper. Kenny?s body was stuffed with swollen muscles not unlike his own though it looked freakish packed onto a body so small. He pulled his son to his feet as he studied the effect only then to notice the boy?s full erection. Both blushed as the man?s eye?s drifted down and then turned away.
Then suddenly his father pushed the suit off of Kenny?s shoulders as he tugged the sleeves from his arms. As he did the boy felt his body shrink down to normal proportions. He was also aware of a discomfort on his father?s part as the man looked away saying, ?Leave my clothes alone.? The big man tossed the suit into the closet while telling him to put his own clothes on and they would go get something to eat. This was all done without looking at Kenny before the big man left the room.
The episode was never mentioned again but Kenny knew it had some how disturbed his Father. As far as keeping the boy from trying it again, the result only made him more secretive about it. Given the chance he would try on clothes of his father?s, his grandfather?s or boyfriend?s of his Mother?s and older sisters and always to the same result. His body would swell up to match the size of the original owner. By the night in the locker room, Kenny was an old pro at it though he had no more explanation for the reaction then he had that first afternoon. All he knew was that he loved doing it and his obsession had grown until he was now tempted to steal other?s clothes just to fuel his fantasy, though he had yet to take that step.
In the locker room stall, Kenny sat back and felt his body sweat, knowing and enjoying that it was mingling with that of his friend whose uniform he wore. Kenny rubbed his hands over his muscled torso under Tom?s jersey and pads, feeling his plumped thick muscles that now covered him. He would have loved nothing more than to throw off the gear and enjoy his new beefed up build but knew that as soon as he did, his body would melt back down to his own anemic build once more. For now he was happy to just enjoy the muscle bound weight of his magic muscles.
Just then, his reverie was interrupted by a thud on the door and the unmistakable voice of his buddy Tom Cox say, ?Jesus, Flowers you leaving a monthly deposit in there or what?? This was followed by the laughter of Nick the third in the pack of best friends.
Kenny felt panic rise within him as he wondered what they had witnessed. He wanted to strip the uniform off and return to his normal build but how could he hide all the gear in the tiny stall? He didn?t have much time to think about as Tom added, ?You seen my game uniform? Nicky hear says you like to try on other guys gear??
Kenny stood up not knowing what to say. He felt sick. The next thing he knew was that someone had reached under the stall and grabbed his ankles and was pulling him under the door. He sat down hard on his meaty ass and fell back against the toilet but his slide to the floor was protected by the helmet and padding as his body was bounced back and forth as Tom tried to pull him under the door. Kenny grabbed the stall wall just as his waist was pulled beneath it. Tom and Nick who was now helping pull a leg as the pair laughed wildly, stopped. Tom said, ?No fucking way that is Kenny look at these legs. Not unless he put on a hundred pounds after practice?...
To be continued

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I've been following that author as well. Though I'm not into the whole "air filled muscle balloon" or the roid gut themes he loves to do, the idea of a guy becoming literally muscle bound (sometimes forcibly) is hot. Now, if only he posted more often xD