Clothes Big Enough to Grow Into CH2 PT2

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Clothes Big Enough to Grow Into CH2 PT2

Tom had been right on the ride back to town that first night Kenny had gone out in public after borrowing somebody else?s size. His prediction about the bodybuilding wrestler, Shawn Willis hitting Kenny up about how to get in touch with his cousin ??Mike?? had been dead on if not as immediate in coming as he had expected.
Shawn had shown up at school a couple days after the brawl at the pizza parlor with two black eyes. He had indeed gotten a broken nose out of the fight and had to miss practice for the rest of the week as well as that week?s wrestling matches. Stories about the fight floated around the school. Few resembled anything near the truth but all had Shawn leaving the other guy in far worse shape. The fawning girls who usually trailed along with the oblivious jock all agreed that the new ridge in Shawn?s nose somehow made him even better looking; more rugged. The bull necked wrestler wore the injury like a new badge of honor; though most of the guys laughed about the raccoon faced wrestler.
Shawn had cornered both Tom and Nick that first day pumping them for info about ?Mike? which neither had been able to provide. For a time the big man seemed to be avoiding Ken. The following week Kenny came into the locker room to take a piss before football practice and came around the corner to find Shawn at a sink fitting a protector over his nose. The jock was embarrassed to put it on but he had to wear it only for a few more days while he worked out. Both jumped as they came face to face for the first time. Ken was curious if the hulk would mention the night or ?Mike?. ?Hey?, wrestler grunted.
?Hey? Ken responded as he stepped up to the urinal.
The wrestler wore baggy track pants over the singlet he practiced in but the spandex showed off his heavily muscled torso to perfection; an upper body that Ken was getting to know well as he saw it reflected back in his own mirror when he wore Shawn?s stolen suit.
There was an awkward silence as Shawn fumbled around before the mirror. ?So what is ?Mike? up to?? The hulk finally asked.
?Oh you know classes, the usual I guess.? Kenny was lacing up the front of his practice pants.
Shawn glanced up in the mirror. ?You got a cell number for him or something. He was asking me about training that night and I promised him I?d get back to him but in all the shit that came down later I guess I lost his number.?
Kenny wanted to laugh out loud and call Willis on his bullshit but he didn?t. ?No I don?t have a number for him. His folks took his cell away after he ran up a huge bill the first month at college?,? the football player watched Shawn?s reflection for a sign of disappointment. ?But I got his email address. ?Its mflowers @ builder.net?
?Thanks?, the bull necked wrestler grunted as he picked up some gear from the edge of the sink and slowly strutted out with that well practiced walk that had his back arched slightly so that his thick upper back and bubbled ass stuck out as his muscled thighs rubbed together with each step.
Kenny had set up the email account a few days before just in case the opportunity arose. There was a message waiting when he got home from practice that day from Shawn under the account name of ?jackedwrestler?. Shawn must have sent the message before he left school for it to arrive so fast. The message was friendly ? even chatty with Willis wondering what had happened to ??Mike?? the night the crazy bastard had jumped him. He filled ??Mike?? in on his broken nose and how his buddy Ken had given him his cousin?s address. He closed with a repeated offer to train him.
So Kenny had responded with a story about dashing off to his apartment to avoid the cops that night and expressed interest in the training advice. What followed was a series of emails that got friendlier with each exchange. Shawn?s tutelage started almost immediately. As he responded with advice filled messages and explanations of the changes he had planned for ??Mike??. The emails were soon were accompanied with photos of the jacked bodybuilder flexing shirtless or in boxers with the legs pulled high to expose his huge thighs to illustrate a muscle group ?Mike? would need to focus on or to show off some recent gains.
Kenny had told himself that he was just going to have some fun with the clueless jock. It wasn?t like Shawn hadn?t had fun at his expense over the years. Ken enjoyed the fact that the stud was sending pictures of his almost naked body to a guy who he wouldn?t give the time of day to in real life. In fact he thought it pretty sweet revenge for the guy who had tormented his childhood.
Ken didn?t have any grand scheme in mind; he just answered the emails each day as he imagined cousin ??Mike?? might. Ken thought maybe it would be funny to suit up to a massively muscled size after a few months and run into Shawn with ??Mike?? looking twice his size as he knew that would drive the competitive wrestler nuts. Yet even that was just a day dream. Mostly Ken was just curious as to what the jock would come up with next and for some reason found it interesting that Shawn corresponded with ??Mike?? as if they were some kind of equals. The man Kenny had seen in the mirror that night at the pizza parlor couldn?t have had less in common with the jacked wrestler ? well they did have a basic muscle structure in common even though ?Mike?s? was buried under mounds of fat.
While Shawn was no doubt the cock of the walk amongst the jock crowd at school. His natural athletic abilities had earned him that spot early on; his recent fascination with bodybuilding was drawing some questioning attention. Though no one would dare say anything to his face, guys in the locker room were steadily making comments behind his back as his size out paced anyone else in the jock crowd while all Shawn could talk about was getting bigger. Shawn had plastered his locker and notebook covers with pictures of scantily clad bodybuilders showing off their engorged muscles for ?inspiration?, he told anyone who asked. If he actually appeared to be taking notes in class; in truth he was generally drawing pictures of outrageously muscled men flexing ? men muscled far beyond anything humanly possible. His friends had noticed all this and his buddies had all started to react to his obsession with some distain. At the same time, his coaches were increasingly making comments to his face; warning him that his growing muscles would at some point impact his flexibility not to mention weight class restrictions. They warned that at his height his increasing weight would put him at a disadvantage against the bigger and bigger men he was forced to wrestle. It didn?t matter that he might weigh as much or more than an opponent who had five inches of height on him. They reminded Shawn that he had a real possibility to wrestle at the college level - not just any college but wrestling powerhouses had shown interest and that being built like a WWF pro would do him no good there. Shawn took these warnings with little seriousness as he assured the coaches he knew what he was doing and not to worry.
All in all, Kenny couldn?t understand Shawn?s interest in or where the potential he saw in ?Mike? stemmed from but figured maybe it was just to have someone to hang with who was into bodybuilding as it seemed that more and more of Shawn?s pals at school were spending less time around the cocky stud. Shawn even lifted alone these days, though he told people it was because he couldn?t find anyone to keep up with him and it helped him focus on his goals. So ??Mike?? started getting interested in bodybuilding. Ken looked up the pros Shawn wrote about on the internet to gain a passing knowledge of his references.
Soon the jacked wrestler was emailing ??Mike?? at least two or three times a day. Messages filled with work out and diet advice or just day to day events. A favorite topic seemed to be what ?Mike? had to eat that day. Not from a dieting fitness stand point, Shawn told the fat man there was plenty of time for that later. For now it would be best if he did some walking to build his stamina and some light lifting while he should be eating normally but Shawn always questioned what he was eating. At first, Kenny gave him fairly accurate response based on what he had eaten that day which brought replies of disbelief. Even the bulked up diet that Tom had him on after lifting in his workout clothes before he pulled off the muscle building gear didn?t satisfy the bodybuilding wrestler. Shawn couldn?t believe that someone of ??Mike?s? size could get by on so little food and assured ?Mike? that he could tell him the truth about what he really ate without fear of ridicule. ?Guys like us got to eat a lot,? he had written again as if the two were some how in league. Remembering Shawn?s comments that night as he ate in the pizza parlor, Kenny started responding with imagined binges of eating when the topic came up; sometimes just trying to see how far he could push it and still have Shawn believe that he could eat so much. So if Shawn wanted him to eat a lot; then Kenny let ??Mike?? eat a lot ? whole roasted chickens for snacks, two or three Big Macs at a time and gallon sized containers of ice cream in one sitting. For his part, Shawn seemed to enjoy these messages most of all as the wrestler marveled at how much the man could eat and always wished that he had been there. At the same time Shawn moaned about the mounds of egg whites and chicken breasts he survived on and how he looked forward to his cheat meal this week. Shawn often repeated comments about how he would like to just let himself go and eat everything he wanted just to see how big he would get; adding he was tired of having to cut to make his weight class for matches.
The communication continued in this manner for weeks. The wrestler?s demands that they meet to lift became more persistent as did requests for photos of ?Mike?s? current condition. ?Mike? swung between seeming open to the idea of meeting to ignoring the suggestions all together. There were times when he tired of the game and wouldn?t answer the jock?s emails for days at a time but still they came.
As Shawn?s wrestling season wrapped up, the jock welcomed his off season as he was free to pack on weight without thoughts of competition. His pictures showing steady gains still arrived on almost a weekly basis. Ken saw the stud almost daily at school but still was amazed at the change his photos brought; stripped down the thick legged jock looked increasingly muscled. Each week he looked more and more like a full fledged bodybuilder. Shawn was blowing up steadily as if wrestling had been holding back his gains somehow. Ken couldn?t help but use the beefed up stud for inspiration for his jo sessions. Even when he ignored the jocks emails, the stud was rarely far from his thoughts. The morphing boy couldn?t free his mind of how much he would like to get his hands on some of Shawn?s clothes now that he was so buff just so he could feel what the stud?s recent changes felt like. Yet he was still afraid of trying to pull off another meeting.
Finally after a couple months of emails, ?Mike? agreed to meet to lift. The temptation was too much for the boy. Kenny made plans for the two to work out in his ?Uncle?s? garage on a weekend when ?Mike? was coming back to town to stay with his cousin while his uncle would be out of town. Kenny knew his Dad would be gone on a hunting trip and he already told Shawn a story about Kenny?s new job so he had cleared a way for the two to workout unseen by anyone at the garage. Shawn had jumped at the chance.
The plan was almost perfect except for what Kenny could wear to make him look like he had the night at the pizza parlor. Kenny had been experimenting with this idea in mind that night after the football game that ended with him stuck in his father?s waders; playing with combinations of clothes that he might wear to fool the wrestler with the right combination of fat and muscle. After all he couldn?t work out with the jock wearing the fat man?s parka. This was the truth of that night that Kenny had no plans of sharing with Nick and Tom. It took him nearly two months of experimentation before he felt ready to try.
Kenny had a growing collection of clothes in his stash, thanks mostly to Tom and Nick. The two buddies were generous in sharing their own clothes and enjoyed watching him put something of their own on and swelling up to match them pound for pound. The two friends also had no qualms about picking up things in the locker room or at away games when guys on opposing teams left bags of gear lying around. Soon the coaches began to lecture the teams about the recent wave of stealing but the trio all listened as innocently as the rest. It became a game to pick out the biggest stud on the opposing team and then somehow swipe an article for Kenny?s collection; a t-shirt, sweats, or wind jacket. Kenny was less brazen than his buddies and always cautioned his pals not to do anything stupid though he had initiated the theft ring by taking the fat man?s coat that first night. Tom and Nick seemed to compete over which one could come up with the best find. The stakes got higher when Tom came in one night with something wrapped in a towel. It was a leather coat belonging to a hulk that played on the front line of the local college team. The stud had walked off and left it hanging on a stall door in the bathroom of a burger joint. Tom had been washing his hands at the time. After watching the guy and his pals drive off, Tom had put it on under his letter jacket and walked out with it. Though Kenny would be far too scared of the guy to wear it in public, they both enjoyed the muscle building effect it had on his body. Soon Tom and Nick were swinging by local weight rooms in search of some hulk?s gear to riffle through or always had an eye out when walking through parking lots for some clothes that a hulk might have left behind in an unlocked vehicle. In this way Kenny?s collection had grown; but since all the things had belong to men of various sized muscled builds that didn?t help him bulk up to Shawn?s expectations for ??Mike?.
Kenny had few options but to do some ?shopping? of his own. He looked through Todd Chapman?s locker late one night after practice. The huge lineman everyone called the ?Wall? was the closest thing to the fat man from the pizza parlor that Ken could think of. Kenny walked out with a pair of long underwear pants, a sleeveless Norte Dame t-shirt, a UA skull cap and knit cap of Chapman?s stuffed in his gym bag and the sense that he might at last be able to pull this off.
The planned meeting worked out great for Shawn since after the brawl his parents had forbidden him to go back to ?Mike?s college town. The fallout for Shawn was that his mother had banished her son from even considering going to school in Bentonville not to mention going back to visit ? ever. She also forbid Shawn from hanging out with Tom, Nick , Kenny or that fat cousin of his as she somehow blamed them for what she referred to as , ?the permanent disfiguring ?of her handsome son?s face. No amount of persuasion or argument from Shawn could soften her stand. Her husband?s, ?Now honey?? tone only stiffened her resolve; though privately the man wasn?t ready to let go of his dreams of a scholarship for his son at the school so easily. As a result, Shawn and ?Mike?s? workout plans had to be on the quiet, making the use of ?Mike?s? uncle garage a perfect solution.