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Clothes Big Enough to Grow Into CH2 PT4

Spring was finally showing signs of breaking out in Wisconsin. It wasn?t too soon for Kenny Flowers. The cold and snow had held on longer than anyone could remember. Everyone longed for the season of change that was about to return to the region. Kenny had just come through a season of change ? more accurately - changes that were showing no signs of let up. Everyone who knew him had noticed the change in the boy. Many attributed it to his recent growth spurt that rather than having him shoot up in height had him filling out instead. Kenny had packed on thirty pounds over the winter and most of it appeared to be muscle. The once stick thin teen now rivaled his best friends Nick and Tom, if not with mass than with hard body definition. Kenny?s pecs stood out under his shirts as did his pumped biceps and even his oversized jeans did little to hide his bubbled ass and thickening legs. Younger guys in the weight room and locker room started to quiz him about what he had done to change so quickly and peppered him for advice. Not only had Kenny?s body changed but so had his personality. Still good natured, the boy seemed more outgoing and, quick to joke and laugh. His wicked sense of humor came as a surprise to most as this side of him had up till now only been known to Tom and Nick. Kenny had seemed to come into his own on the athletic field as well as his new found strength let him step out of the crowd for the first time in his life. His coaches had begun to take notice.
Everyone seemed willing to take some credit for the changes in the boy. When asked, Carl credited the change to his Flower genes finally kicking in. Tom naturally was confident that growth was the result of his workouts with the clothes morpher where the running back made Kenny bulk up by donning some of his clothes before hand. Though Tom couldn?t elaborate on his methods, he liked to brag that he was Kenny?s trainer if the topic ever came up. Kenny knew that his body really began to change fast once he started his secret workouts with the bodybuilding wrestler, Shawn Willis. Shawn really knew what he was doing when it came to throwing around the weights. His jock father had taught Shawn from a young age everything he had learned about training from his college wrestling days. But it was the extra strength and ridiculous appetite that Kenny gained while disguised as ?Mike? that was pushing him rapidly past his own limitations.
True to his word ?Mike? had started to make the trek back to town several times a week to lift with the hulk in his uncle?s garage. These crazy sessions were always followed by protein shake bongs or wild binge eating if Shawn deemed it time and the work out worthy of a cheat meal. Ken wasn?t always able to keep much of these feedings down once he removed the body modifying clothes he wore to fool the wrestler. From time to time, Kenny did sleep bulked up dressed as ?Mike? letting his body absorb the massive feedings over night. Teamed with the double workouts with Tom and Shawn and what he was able to keep down from the feedings, the increased calories had a tremendous effect on his body.
The changes in Kenny paled in comparison to what the winter had brought to Shawn Willis. Shawn it seemed had taken his offseason bodybuilding to extremes not imagined possible for the all ready jacked wrestler. Every week seemed to bring new changes in his build. Not only was he bigger and stronger, Shawn?s body had taken on a bloat that before then would have not been dreamed possible for the jock. Everyone talked and speculated about the changes though nobody would bring up the subject directly with Shawn. The cocky bully?s mood swings seemed to turn on a dime these days and nobody wanted to bear the brunt of one of his bullying moods. Most people gave him an even wider berth. The normally oversized clothes that Shawn wore to school had begun to grow tight on him. Shawn had always had big legs and a meaty ass that served him well on the wrestling mat but now he started to have trouble finding pants that fit right as anything big enough for his thighs and bubbled butt had a waistband that hung loosely over his hips. Not that there was any chance of the pants falling off as they still clung to his legs like spandex. Shawn had quickly tired of cinching the loose waistbands in with belts as the extra material rubbed and created sores. The ballooning stud thought the cinched in waist made him look strange ? like he had put on oversized pants and padded his legs just to look bigger or something. The jock let the material hang loose around his waist to the consternation of his mother and some teachers. The unbelted jeans often were unfastened and half zipped by midmorning showing off the skin tight spandex shorts he always wore underneath. Not that Shawn noticed unless a cold breeze brought it to his attention since his waistline was generally out of his line of view now due to his thickening chest and ? something else. Drawing considerable attention was the ?roid? gut that the hulk seemed to be sprouting. Where he had once sported only a tight six pack, a thickly muscled ball gut was easily apparent under most anything he wore these days. When mentioned, the jock would grunt and say it was nothing and would melt away soon enough when he started running in the spring. Yet Shawn couldn?t deny that it was steadily growing. The slight bulge soon grew into a basketball sized bump that stranded buttons. In time no matter how hard he tried his gut ball was impossible to suck in. Just to hide it, Shawn started wearing over sized flannel shirts or huge baseball shirts that the one time clothes horse wouldn?t have even been caught mowing the yard in. Even Shawn?s handsome face looked bloated these days. Not exactly fat as his heavy jaw line and bones in his face were still apparent but his cheeks looked puffed out as did his lips and his skin had a thick appearance that he had never had before.
Everybody in school seemed to notice the changes and if Shawn?s bodybuilding obsession and cockiness had drawn quizzing attention over the previous summer and fall, his ballooning size now started to gain him open rejection. Shawn?s last bastion of acceptance (though he had paid it little attention at the time) had finally faded away. The flock of fawning girls who had followed him since junior high had disappeared. The stud didn?t really notice at first until the day he realized there was no one tagging along that he could palm his homework off on. He stopped a red headed cheerleader named Marta in the hall one day. Marta always had been willing to do any chore he asked. Today she seemed bored with him. The handsome muscle blimp flashed his best smile her way before he tossed his chemistry book at her with the comment, ?How about some help here??
The hot red head had been twisting her hair over a finger as she tried to not make eye contact with the stud. Her group of friends had continued on down the hall several yards where they stood watching. When Shawn had tossed his text book her way as he had done hundreds of times before, she had only grunted and side stepped it. Shawn?s book hit the floor with a slap as dozens of papers scattered. The stud practically stood opened mouth as he realized not only wasn?t she going to pick it up but she sauntered off to rejoin her giggling friends as she tossed, ?grow up, jerk? over her shoulder. The big man looked down at his book as if dazed for a moment. Shawn thought his jeans were going to split open as he squatted down and raked his papers into a pile. His legs quickly went numb as his bulk cut off his circulation. The stud groaned and leaned back against the wall as he straightened his right leg out in front of him. ?What was wrong with everybody around here?? he thought to himself as he leaned back with his eyes closed. Shawn sighed before turning his attention back to his scattered papers. Just then he noticed a geeky kid who sat up front in class watching him. It wasn?t the first time either. As the guy realized that the stud had caught him staring at him his cheeks turned pink and he dropped his gaze as he tried to hurry past. Shawn shoved a meaty arm out and caught the strap on the kid?s back pack and stopped him in his tracks. Shawn rose to his feet and said, ?Pick that up.? The kid did as he was told but kept his eyes down as he handed the book and papers back to the jock. Shawn said, ?No, I don?t think so. Give that back to me before last hour with the assignment finished and you might live to see tomorrow.? The kid?s thin arms dropped to his sides as if made of rubber as he sighed but he didn?t protest. Shawn added as he strutted off down the hall, ?and I expect my grade to be as high as yours Einstein or else.? For the first time, Shawn turned back and looked the kid in the eye.
If Shawn had been losing favor with the girls, Kenny had suddenly seemed to appear on their radar. Since his recent changes the girls who always hung around Tom and Nick started showing Ken more attention. Barely a day went by without one jumping on his back as she begged for a piggy back ride or they would ruffle his hair as he walked by just to watch him blush. Kenny had always been shy around the girls. The few dates he had gone out on had been arranged for him by Tom or Nick and usually were a double date to a school function. When Tom walked up one morning with his face plastered with a knowing smirk and told Ken that he knew of a hot cheerleader who had a thing for him, the morphing jock just blushed and muttered, ?Yeah, like I?m going to fall for that wise ass.? No matter how hard his buddy worked at convincing him that it was no joke, Kenny seemed just as soundly convinced that it was. Tom had finally threw his hands up and walked off after saying, ?Dude, you?re an idiot.?
Shawn?s increasing size had begun to leave him winded as he walked the long halls and climbed the stairs to class. While he made great efforts to pretend it wasn?t happening and loudly denied it when accused of it, Shawn would admit to ?Mike? that he often got out of breath just tying his shoes in the morning. Everybody started to call him ?Wheezie? behind his back. His muscle bound strut had become even more exaggerated with his growing build and tightening clothes. He had always walked in a way that showed off his muscled body. Now his thighs shifted over the top of one another with each step and his ass was so thick that he looked sway backed when he walked. To Shawn his back actually felt wider as did his shoulders. The jock could feel a difference in his lats when he reached under his arms as if he had a new ball of muscle under the skin. Shawn also had red sore spots from where his thick arms rubbed against his lats now as well as on the inside of his thighs where the constant friction had left him hairless in spots. Tiny stretch marks had started to appear on his chest, shoulders and arms. To top it off, the stud often found himself bumping into door frames and such as if his new size had happened over night making him some what clumsy now. He took this all in as a sign of success. When Shawn walked he appeared to shift from side to side slightly as he made his way down the hall. The other students missed none of this as well as the slight bead of sweat that often trickled down his forehead. Shawn couldn?t help but notice that even with the seriously cold winter weather; he was often hot doing the simplest tasks and often had sizable pit stains by noon time. Sometime he would look up in a mirror to find he had sweat stains even under his pecs. This development embarrassed Shawn some but if it was a price he had to pay to join the big boys club, Shawn was willing to pay it. He told himself it would all pay off when he ripped down for summer.
The self absorbed jock didn?t often notice things around him as he made his way through his day. Usually his mind was filled with lifting plans or wondering what ?Mike? was doing about then or any number of the other thoughts that floated through his consciousness. From time to time lately, Shawn be pulled out of his daydreams by the sound of people laughing around him but when he turned to see what had everybody chuckling he would meet blank faces. The halls were always filled with laughter, people shouting, and commotion; yet lately it seemed to the hulk that he was met more often with silence. Something was up but he wasn?t sure what? Sometimes he even turned to meet the blank looks of people he considered friends who had seconds before been cutting up like normal.
One day Shawn heard loud guffaws behind him as he made his way through the packed hall after English class. This time he was determined not to look back. The chuckles continued and Shawn even thought they were getting louder. Twice he stopped dead in his tracks amongst the flowing crowd and the hall had fallen silent. The chuckles resumed once he started making his slow progress through the mob. Even people he met glance up at him with smirks and grins. Finally he turned back quickly and once again was met with blank looks and silence. The jock glared at the mass of nonchalant faces looking up at him.
What Shawn had missed was a sophomore joker named Brice who had quickly stepped out of his view behind the muscle stud as he half turned and looked back. Brice, all 115 pounds of him, had been walking down the hall behind Shawn mimicking his muscle bound strut to the amusement of his pals. Brice had grown bolder as Shawn showed no signs of noticing. The kid had gone so far as to pull some balloons off a team spirit display and stuff them into the sleeves and shoulders of his sweatshirt. In fact he had grabbed two more and was busy shoving them over his chest as he stepped behind Shawn as he glanced back. The clueless jock was blind to all this as he looked at the group behind him barely able to keep from laughing while Brice flexed his rubber muscles with his eyes crossed just out of his sight. As the bodybuilding wrestler continued down the hall, Brice zipped up the front of his hoodie over his balloon muscles and took up his place behind the jock as the joker continued to rock from side to side with his sway back strut. As he passed a water fountain Brice quickly took a hand full of water and splashed it in his face and under his arms before puffing out his cheeks to mimic Shawn?s sweaty chipmunk face. The laughter grew to a roar. The boy began to pant like a dog with his tongue hung out the side of his mouth. He glanced over his shoulder to grin at his buddies.
Just then, Shawn stopped dead in his tracks and this time felt someone plow into his back side. The hall grew silent as he turned with surprising quickness for someone his size and looked down at the guy behind him. Brice was regaining his balance with his head down. The kid had balloons stuffed under his shirt like he had huge tits. His hands were clutching them as if he had been fondling them. The guy looked up with fear in his eyes. Shawn chuckled before he reached out and put his hand on the kid?s inflated chest and pushed him back as he mumbled, ?Pervert.? The jock smirked as he started to turn away while the kid stumbled backward into the crowd almost falling on his ass as others chuckled. The kid peaked out at the huge senior from under a mop of curls with that ?deer in the headlights? look that Shawn enjoyed inspiring in the weak. It was then that Shawn noticed that the kid also had balloons down the sleeves of his shirt blowing his upper body up like he was suited up for football. The jock realized what the kid must have been up to. The hulk took a step toward him, ?Hey piss ant! Get over here.? He tried to grab a hold of the squirming boy as his balloon filled hoodie gave off rubber sounds. The kid turned and dodged as the balloons over the arm Shawn had grabbed at popped. The bully couldn?t get a good grip on him except for his stretched out shirt and soft balloon muscles. The kid was too fast for Shawn as he started slipping off his stretched out sweatshirt. Brice pulled free and disappeared down the hall through the crowd to the sounds of laughter while balloons escaped from his clothes as he ran as fast as he could. Shawn barked, ?Oh yeah run pussy, you?ll get yours!?
Shawn didn?t know who the kid was but had seen him around. His muscled arm shot out like a bolt of lightening and grabbed the shirt of a kid he knew always was at the joker?s side. Shawn still glared down the hall as the crowd bumped and parted marking Brice?s progress toward the stairs. The bodybuilder bent his arm as he pulled the kid into his range of vision. The trembling boy was lifted until his toes barely touched the ground. He felt Shawn?s hot breath in his face as the jock barked, ?His name, now!?
The kid dangling with his nose resting against Shawn?s as he tried to avert his eyes while he whimpered, ?hmm?, as he stalled trying to decide what to do.
Shawn tightened his grip in the kid?s shirt as he curled his muscled arm lifting the kid until his feet jerked in mid air before he pinned him against the wall with one hand. The bodybuilder was looking up into his face. Shawn showed little strain as if he could hold the kid off the floor for hours. ?I can?t hear you, cunt. His name now or you get what he has coming to him.?
The kid was shaking like a leaf and his lower lip began to tremble. ?Brice Thomas? he lives? on Pearl Street.? The kid added the last bit as if it might buy him some sort of favor.
?Way to cover your bud?s back, Nancy.? The jock smirked at the terrified kid. Shawn heard a new sound and sniffed the air. He grabbed the boy over under his arm with his free arm and held him away from him as if he was a toddler. The bully looked down and noticed a growing wet spot over the shaking kid?s crotch that spread toward his knee and water dripping off one sneaker.
?You fucking baby.? Shawn shoved the kid into the smirking crowd as if he was a basketball. The kid was beat red and darted down the hall for the doors just as his pal had while the others hooted and made cat calls about him wetting his pants.
Kenny had witnessed the whole scene from a nearby doorway where Marta had stopped him and pulled up his shirt to check out his muscled belly just before all the drama had begun. As Shawn turned to pass through the parting crowd, he came up next to the pair. Marta still held the tail of Ken?s shirt in one hand with the other pressed into his thick abs but the two had stood speechless as they witnessed Shawn?s bullying. The jock was still smirking as he replayed the scene in his head but his face dropped as he realized that his one time fan had been fawning over Kenny Flowers swimmer?s bod. Kenny could tell exactly what he was thinking. Shawn?s shock was quickly replaced with his familiar sneer. He glanced over and caught the look in Marta?s eyes.
The hot cheerleader dropped Ken?s shirt and took a step toward Shawn. She pushed him in his tight gut ball saying, ?You are real ass, Shawn.? She stalked off down the hall forgetting Ken all together.
Shawn watched her go before glancing back at Kenny, who just looked at the huge man. Shawn cocked his head to the side and raised his thick hands in a questioning manner. ?What are you looking at, stick boy??
Ken met his glare straight on. ?Nothing ? nothing at all.?
?That?s what I thought?, the stud smirked as he had somehow bested Kenny before he strutted down the hall without a second thought for his best friend?s cousin.
Kenny couldn?t believe this was same guy who he had spent so much time around lately. The guy, he couldn?t stop thinking about. It was like the Shawn who hung around with ?Mike? and this guy were two completely different people. Kenny felt sick. He walked over to a window and looked down at the school yard. He saw the teen that Shawn had just humiliated leaning against a tree near the parking lot. His name was Andy Lewis and had been on a summer league baseball team with Kenny once. He was a good guy, just kind of quiet. Andy had been one of the younger guys who had hit him up for lifting advice after his recent gains. Kenny could see his shoulders shaking as he leaned with his forehead against the tree and knew he must have been crying. Ken thought about going out to try and talk to him but before he could Andy dropped his back pack to the ground as he pushed off from the tree and took off running across the parking lot as fast as he could. There would be no catching up with him now and maybe it was just as well. Ken didn?t know what he could say. Andy probably didn?t want anybody talking to him anyway.
Ken reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone and sent a text message to Shawn. The message from ?Mike? said that he had some tests to study for and couldn?t come to town to lift tonight and probably not anytime soon. Kenny looked at the phone in his hand. He had actually bought a prepaid phone just so ?Mike? could send and receive messages from the arrogant wrestler. Ken tossed his book bag over his shoulder, ?How sick is that?? he asked himself. Ken stared at the phone in his hand. He walked up to a trash can; every part of his being told him to pitch it in. In fact he wanted to toss it across the hall and watch it bust into pieces. He was sick of Shawn. Instead he shoved it into his backpack as the phone began to vibrate and then beep signaling that he had an incoming message.
Ken listened to the muffled beeping sound as he walked down the crowded stairs to the first floor. There were times when he felt guilty about the game he was playing on Shawn. The whole thing was crazy. It wasn?t like he had planned it all out or anything. It just sort of kept snowballing. At first he was just going to email him to see what the jock would say to ?Mike?. Then Kenny got hooked on the pictures that the clueless jock had sent. Ken had convinced himself that he would just meet the guy once to see what Shawn would do. He actually had been lying that day in the kitchen when ?Mike? told Shawn that he could meet him to lift at the garage three times a week. He had just said it because he knew if he did Shawn would suck that fat loaded shake down without question. He hadn?t been prepared for what happened next. Since then things had just gotten more complicated. Now Ken was in too deep and didn?t know how to get out if he could. He wasn?t even sure he wanted to. The muscle bound jock was always in Ken?s thoughts now. For the first time, Kenny was kind of scared of Shawn. Fear had hit him as he watched the jock pick Andy up with one hand and slam him into the wall. If Shawn ever figured out that ?Mike? wasn?t real who knows what the muscle freak might do? As Kenny headed toward the doors at the start of lunch break, he was thinking about the lie he had told in the kitchen that had gotten the jock to suck down that shake and had changed everything.

Shawn had barely been able to pull his attention from the wrestling matches on TV that day but once he heard ?Mike?s ?suggestion, the state finals were the last thing on his mind. The jock had grabbed the hose from ?Mike? and said, ?Watch this? before he sucked the funnel dry in what seemed like seconds.
?Dude, that was faster than you forcing it into me.?
Shawn sputtered and pulled the hose from his lips. ?I?ve had practice.? He licked the last drips from the hose. The bodybuilder belched loudly as Kenny refilled the funnel with his super fattening mix. The muscle stud patted his chest and let out another long wall vibrating burp. He looked up at ?Mike? with a grin, ?Put the lid on and force feed me. I?ve been dying to try that but can?t do it to myself.?
?Mike? laughed. ?I was going to suggest that.?
The wrestler watched his best pal snapping the lid onto the funnel he held cradled in one arm as he licked the last drops from the blender pitcher. ?This shit is good bro. I don?t know how you make it taste better than mine but it does.?
?Mike? chuckled, ? Practice, I guess? As soon as the jacked jock slipped the hose into his mouth, Ken clamped his hand over it and started blowing into the spout on the lid forcing the thick shake into the bodybuilder.
Shawn rubbed his hands over his ripped gut and moaned as Kenny forced the shake into him. Kenny had moaned plenty as Shawn had forced the third shake into him but Kenny knew the jock was moaning from pleasure not from feeling like he might burst. Kenny was enjoying this too. He was half hard from watching the jacked lifter suck down the shake as well as enjoying the knowledge that Shawn was sucking down more than he had bargained for. Kenny loved watching the jock?s Adam?s apple bob up and down on his thick neck as he swallowed the muscle building shake. He wanted too reach out and rub his hand over the stud?s beefy neck.
As soon as the funnel made slurping noises signaling that it was empty, Shawn pulled the hose from his lips as he rubbed his tight gut. ?Feel this fucker. God you blew me up.? Shawn did as he was told, noting how tight Shawn?s ripped gut felt. The wrestler did have a slight mound but it looked as if he might have been forcing his gut out as hard as he could just for show. ?Mike? looked at him with a raised eyebrow as the stud went on and on about how stuffed he was. After all big ?Mike?s? gut was blown up like a medicine ball after the three shakes Shawn had forced into him.
Shawn?s face broke into a broad grin as if he could read ?Mike?s? thoughts. The bodybuilder bent forward in the chair and pulled ?Mike? toward him. He pushed up ?Mike?s? shirts and started massaging the giant gut ball before planting his mouth over Kenny?s navel and blowing, making slobbery fart noises. Both were laughing as Ken pushed away from him.
?Damn, that gut ball is so hot.? Shawn blurted out and looked at ?Mike? almost defiantly as if he dared him to respond. ?Make me another shake. Do it now. I want you to blow my gut up just like your?s.?
?You want another?? Kenny wasn?t sure what had surprised him more ? that Shawn wanted another shake or that he actually had declared his swollen gut as hot?
?Fuck yes! You might have out benched me but no way are you going to out shake me!?
Kenny didn?t need to be told twice. He went back to mixing another shake just as before while Shawn?s attention drifted back to the wrestling on TV. Kenny filled the pitcher with Half and Half before tossing the empty jug in the trash and followed it with the canola oil. This was going to be another 2500 calories making Shawn?s post workout feedings over 7000 calories or nearly as much as the big guy downed in a day. This was too sweet.
?Mike? soon waddled up with another pitcher full that he poured into the funnel Shawn held in his lap as the muscled man chewed on the hose in his mouth. As soon as the pitcher was empty the bodybuilder held the funnel at arm?s length as he sucked on the hose. Progress was slower this time as he let out slight belches and paused frequently.
Kenny reached down and rubbed his belly through his UA shirt. His gut was definitely mounding up as the bodybuilder sucked down the thick mix. ?Come on suck it down. You?re slowing down, private. You gonna give up now? Puss. Puss, puss,? he hissed under his breath.
Shawn looked at ?Mike? with grinning eyes as he shoved the funnel into the fat man?s hands and redoubled his efforts at emptying the funnel. He was barely over half way through when his progress all but stopped.
?Mike? said, ?Ahh he loses again to this humble competitor.?
?Put the lid on and blow me up, fat boy, ?the jock mumbled over the hose.
Kenny happily did as he was told and soon was forcing the shake into the muscled man as he moaned and stood half up out the chair as the pressure grew within his gut.
Shawn pulled the hose from his mouth at the first sign of the emptying hose. He stood with the hose in one hand and the other on ?Mike?s? shoulder. He swallowed hard a couple times and twisted his neck like a bird to one side.

?Mike? dropped the funnel on the counter and said, ?Dude, don?t spew all over the place? as he pushed the freak toward the sink.
Shawn shook his head a couple times as he willed the brew to stay down and gave one more neck shrinking trust as he almost lost it? then he was fine. He rocked his head back and let out several long belches. The muscle freak turned toward ?Mike? then with a tired voice. ?Shit dude that about killed me.?
There was an obvious mound stretching out the front of Shawn?s shirt as his fat abs were stretched over his packed belly. The bodybuilder stared down at his gut as he massaged it with one hand and moaned. It looked like he had half a volleyball rising out of his ripped abs. ?I got to sit down.?
Kenny stepped aside as the big man sank into the kitchen chair moaning.
Despite the act Kenny could tell Shawn was enjoying himself. The bodybuilder looked up with a grin creasing his handsome face. ?Oh dude, look what you did to me. You blew this fucker up!? He pulled ?Mike?s hand down and held it over his spandex covered gut ball. The jock leaned back with one hand on Ken?s shoulder and the other over his hand on his belly.
Kenny felt the mound rise and fall with each breath Shawn pulled into his lungs. Kenny was still hard from the wild session as he knelt down next to the stud that held his hand clamped against his belly under his callused hands.
Shawn was panting as he tried to catch his breath. ?Now that was fucking cool.? It was easily apparent through Shawn?s tattered shorts that his compression shorts were holding his full erect cock plastered against his hip. How could Kenny not notice it when it was so close? It was only inches from his hand. He didn?t know what to say or do and wondered if Shawn thought he was blind.
?Mike? slowly started to stand as he pulled his hand away from his packed gut. ?So what do you want for supper?? He chuckled nervously as he started to turn away.
Shawn grabbed his arms and didn?t let him go. In fact he pulled the big man toward him as he guided him until ?Mike? sat down facing the bodybuilder on his lap. Shawn shoved a hand up the back of Kenny?s neck and pulled him toward his face as the handsome man started kissing him roughly as he rubbed his callused hand up and down Kenny?s neck.
Kenny didn?t resist as he leaned into the muscled man and met him in kind. The clothes morpher had never kissed another man and at first was taken back as his cheeks rubbed against Shawn?s stubble covered face and yet it seemed so natural. The two sat pressed together for minutes or was it hours?
The next thing that Kenny was aware of was Shawn?s whole body growing tense. At first he thought the stud was flexing his muscles. The bodybuilder pulled his face away from ?Mike? as he pushed his face into the big man?s spandex covered arm. Shawn caught the fabric of ?Mike?s? shirt between his teeth as his body tensed as he thrust his hips into Kenny as the muscled wrestler came in his shorts. He thrust several times and then went limp as he rubbed his face into Kenny?s arm. Both were breathing hard as they sat together for several minutes not speaking.
Shawn was the first to break the silence. The big man still held ?Mike? tightly to him but he didn?t meet his eyes. ?You better take me back to my car.?
?Mike? grunted, ?Sure.? He started to pull away but Shawn didn?t let him go.
?Don?t ? don?t tell Kenny. Please. Nobody knows?? Shawn?s voice was raspy and dry sounding.

?Fuck Kenny.? ?Mike? said dazed.
The wrestler chuckled and said, ?I?d try but he?s kind of skinny for my tastes.? Shawn pulled ?Mike?s? face to his and kissed him again roughly. ?When you coming back?? He mumbled quietly. ?You got to come back.?
?Tuesday night meet me here after 8:00. Nobody will be here.?
With that the bodybuilding wrestler pushed past Kenny as he got out of the chair. Without looking at him he grabbed up his gym bag and walked down the hall. ?The bathroom down here??
?Yeah, second door on the right.? Kenny was shaking. He hurried down the hall to his bedroom. He wanted to change his pants but didn?t have anything to put on that wouldn?t change his size. He grabbed a t-shirt from the floor and shoved it into his pants wiping his own pre-cum until he felt he had dried the spot as best he could. He then went to the garage as fast as he could; pulling Chapman?s shirt over his head before he replaced it with the stolen parka.
When he came back into the kitchen he was ready to drive the wrestler back across town. Shawn was shoving his containers of supplements back into his gym bag. He had put on a clean pair of track pants. The big man seemed like ?Mike?s? high spirited buddy again. It was already dark by the time they jumped in the car. During the drive back to the Y neither made any mention of what had passed between the two. Just as they had in the drive earlier that afternoon, Shawn talked nonstop of his bodybuilding plans while ?Mike? answered in single words. The wrestler excitedly laid out plans for their future workouts and the changes he had planned for Mike.
Kenny mumbled as he pulled the car into the Y parking lot. ?I?I don?t have any workout clothes to wear.?
Shawn was kind of surprised by the confession. ?You don?t have anything??
?Just what I got on.?
?I ? well it?s not like there is a dress code at your??, the hulk stopped. ?Hold on.? Shawn went to his car and started digging through his back seat and then popped open the trunk. When he returned his arms were over flowing with baggy track pants, shirts, jerseys and shorts. He leaned into the car and dumped the pile into the passenger seat. ?You?re welcome to any of these. They are all big or have some stretch to them. I have tons of this stuff at home. I won?t miss them.? The jock grinned up at Kenny, ?See you Tuesday.? He reached out and slapped ?Mike?s? down covered chest and for a moment he twisted his fist into the thick material as he grinned at his friend. Then he was gone.

That had been the night the game had really started. One whose rules Kenny didn?t quite understand. It had gotten more complicated by the day. Yet, Kenny couldn?t stop. He had sworn he was done time after time but he just kept playing; the latest email that he wasn?t going to answer but responded to; the next meeting that he was going to cancel but instead encourage the bodybuilder to come to. It just went on and on. Now Kenny wondered how well he really knew the growing freak that he was spending so much time with.
Kenny exited the school and walked to the young oak tree that had been planted about ten years ago by a graduating class to commemorate some classmate?s untimely death. He picked up Andy?s book bag and tossed it over his shoulder. Kenny crossed the parking lot and shoved the two book bags into his pick up. Ken didn?t know what he was going to do about Shawn but he knew one thing he could do: see that Andy got his stuff back.