My Brother's Wish

[TheMM]

As a fair caution, this does have an underage character growing muscle. But it does NOT have underage sex. So please don't complain, there's been far too much of that about this subject.





I never believed in wishes, even when I was little. But now I do, because there was never enough magic in my individual wishes for them to come true...But my younger (but not 'little') brother, through ultimate coincidence, and a bit of irony, had four wishes, all within a few hours of each other, and so his wish was granted in a way beyond all of our dreams...

But I'm ahead of myself. My name is Frank, I'm 15, and I have the world's strongest and most muscular younger brother. My brother's name is Jaeger, and he's 10, and he weighs just a bit over 300 pounds of kid muscle, and still gaining more muscle by the day, all on a frame just a few inches shorter than I am. And this...is my story, of my brother's wish...

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My brother had always been smaller than everyone else. Born smaller and weaker, and stayed that way. I wasn't anything to smile about, but I was still pretty average weight. We did brotherly rough-housing, just in a much lighter fashion, and I would immediately stop if he showed any signs of overexertion (usually after only a couple minutes). Being weaker than everyone else, he was always talking about being big and strong when he was older, so he could help out the weak. A noble goal, but one that was, at the time, beyond him.

On the day of his 9th birthday was a change we never would have seen. As he has told me, he went to the mall with our mother because our parents allowed us to buy one present each for ourselves, though they wouldn't say if they had already bought that present. While they were there, they passed a wishing fountain, and Jaegar asked for a quarter to make a wish, and our mother gave him one, since it was his birthday. The wishing didn't stop there, as his birthday, in pure irony, was on Thanksgiving; so our grandmother gave Jaegar the wishbone when the turkey was done, and he got the larger side. But for dessert, we had Jaegar's birthday cake, to which he managed to blow out all the candles. And to finish all the wishing-magic around him, he told me that he saw a shooting star that very night, to which he of course, wished once again. You already know what he wished for from all this, yep, that's right, "I wish for massive muscles." Four times within like 5 hours of each other. I simply blew it off when he told me the next day, but he simply replied, "Better be careful big brother, I'm gonna have massive muscles because I wished for them, and you didn't. But I won't hurt you Frank, because I'm gonna use my massive muscles to help people."

Despite everything that had happened, I still should have paid attention, instead of simply brushing aside what he said.

A couple weeks later, he came up to me and pulled up his shirt sleeve, showing his small, thin arm, and said, "I'm gonna have massive muscles." to which he flexed up his arm and a very small bump appeared, more than I thought he would have. He repeated this little routine to me for about a week, and each time, I could have sworn that tiny bump was ever so larger. I told my mother after this week that Jaegar seemed to be more energetic and healthy looking, so she took him to the doctor to be sure. The doctor told them he was finally hitting his growth spurt, and should be within a normal weight range if his health kept up like it was. As my mother later told me, half the visit was filled with him flexing his tiny bicep and repeating that he was going to have massive muscles.

Despite that, I felt good that my brother and I could finally do more together, without him having to go inside or simply stop after a short time playing. One day as we did just kinda toyed around with each other, he told me, "Soon I'll only need my little finger on this hand to pin you or anyone else, that's how massive my muscles will get." To emphasize it, he wiggled his pinky slightly. I simply laughed, put him a bit of a stranglehold, and gave him a noogie; after all, I was still the bigger brother.

Even though I hoped he was done with this "massive muscle" big, he still continued. But now that tiny bump actually started to appear to have a little actual size. And each time he did his little routine, that bump seemed a little larger than before. After a month since the first time he said what he said, he did the routine, but then followed it by saying, "Ya know big bro...I can give you some of my massive muscles, so you can help people too. All ya gotta do is ask. But ya only got today big bro, after that, ya won't have another chance" Through everything I had yet seen, I still didn't believe him, a mistake I'll always regret, so I said he could keep his 'massive muscles' and I wished for him, that he got even more massive than he had ever wished for (an even larger mistake I'll regret even more). He smiled at me, thanked me for the extra-massive muscles he was going to have, and went back to his room.

For the rest of the school year until after spring break, he never once mentioned his massive muscles, or any of that. But once school was out for spring break, he started up again.

"Big bro, it's time I start gettin my extra-massive muscles!"
I simply sighed at this, as I had long since thought he was through such a phase. He simply smiled at me, flexed his arm that hadn't changed, except that it had gotten a bit longer since he had grown a couple inches. I didn't see him for the rest of the day, even when I called him down for supper, he said he wasn't feeling well, but would be better in the morning. So we left him alone.

That night, I slept uneasily as I constantly dreamt of my younger brother in all sorts of muscle-themed dreams, some where he was immobilized by his own muscle; others where he lorded and controlled me through them; still more where he was flexing up massive muscles that reached to the skies, and yet he held them with a child-like hero-worship, and that he was flexing up biceps the size of the Empire State Building, or pushing out pecs the size of football fields.

The next day, he stayed mostly in his room, but when my mother left for some groceries, he bounded down the stairs, and once more, repeated his routine; but when he flexed this time, I saw not a small, silly little bump on his skin-and-bone arm, but a real lump of a bicep! A bicep that was also very ripped, and though they were small, I could see every fiber already. "I've made a couple more wishes since my birthday bro. And now I'm gonna have super-extra-massive muscles!"
Despite all the warning signs screaming around me, I simply congratulated him, and told him that I hoped (I originally said "wished") that his biceps would always be his best body part. He smiled, thanked me, said that soon he would have other muscles, to which he lifted up his short to show me...nothing, just his skin. But he told me our mother had been buying him muscle mags, so he could learn to work out, for "when you get older." Seeing my brother's well-formed bicep and knowledge of many of the major muscle groups, I finally suspected that maybe his wishes (and I eventually realized that my wishes to him counted as well and), actually worked.

My brother left me alone for the most part over the rest of spring break, but didn't do his routine. He wanted to show off to his classmates, like all elementary school boys do, flexing their small, but firm biceps to show masculinity. Based on his smiles each day the week we went back, it appeared that he won their little contests. He was certainly as manly as a 10 y/o could be in the fourth grade. On that Wednesday, he told me that his bicep was even bigger and better looking than the fifth and sixth graders, to which I sarcastically responded that my wish came true for him, his biceps were his best body part, and how right I would unfortunately prove to be.

That next week, my brother made progressive changes to his routine, as the first day, he once again lifted up his shirt to show me that he in fact, had a six pack! Six distinct abs, and while not looking like bricks, they were there for all to see. Even the lower part of his pecs seem to have rather slight lines, and seemed to push out ever so slightly. The next day, he ignored his upper body, and spent his whole little routine flexing his calf, which was incredibly round and full for someone who had never had the chance to actually run a mile, let alone more than once. Yet his well-developed calves looked hard enough that he ran a mile, everyday! The day after that, he said I couldn't see anything, but his legs had grown bigger. I really didn't, but the usually-thin sticks he called upper-legs did seem a big fuller.

That week was the last time he came to me for his routine, and looking back, it was really just a pre-game warm-up, my brother had a lot of muscle to unleash...

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So far through all these months, Jaegar had managed to keep all his muscle growth, completely hidden from our mother. But being a mother, she found out, and she freaked out. She pretty much just dragged him to the doctor, to which he simply told her that maybe all this new physical exertion due to his normal weight after so many years had built a little muscle than the average child of his age; that, or he was a mesomorph and had the genes to easily build muscle. Either way, unless he got to be like 200 pounds, either muscle or fat, within like the next few months, my mother shouldn't worry. She did of course.

Unsure what they met, my brother asked me what a mesomorph was, which I told him. Despite hoping in my heart that was simply all he was, and not gaining all this muscle merely because he wished for it, I knew it to be false hope, but it was a pleasant thought. He just, once again, smiled, and told me that he was going to wish he was a mesomorph that night. Once more, a mistake I regret telling him about, as that gave him more room to grow later on.

The next day, he seemed wider at the chest, and thinner at the waist, a defining trait of mesomorphs. He lifted up his shirt to show me his eight pack abs! Clear as crystal, 8 solid blocks of muscle stood out on his stomach. I put my hand on them, and sure enough, they were warm to the touch with their inner strength, just waiting to be tested by a punch to the gut.

By now, I was totally convinced, that against all possibility, my brother had wished for his new muscles. So I was blunt, I asked him. He told me that it was his, and my wishes, that was giving him all this muscle. In a final hope, I was hoping he would have said anything else, just not that. So he simply showed me that some of his shirts were too small now because his growing lats and pecs pushed his shirt out too far, and showed his belly button (and bottom row of his eight pack abs), which was simply not allowed in school. I slightly nursed the problem, by cutting off the sleeves from his smaller shirts. He liked that idea, as it let everyone see his arms, which he was quite proud of.

Three weeks after spring break ended, my brother was clearly gaining muscle each day, as now even his thighs showed clear separation between the many muscles in his upper legs. His abs hadn't changed much, but each time I went to his room, they looked more deeper and more cut than the day before, if such a thing was possible. His pecs clearly pushed out a good inch, and more when he flexed them, and strained his shirts to the point that you could see the outlines of his pecs through the fabric. But his arms, especially his biceps were his favorite. His triceps, delts, and forearms were impressive yes, but his biceps were already almost the size of baseballs when flexed! He was quite enjoying all that wish-gained muscle.

In the next month after that, my brother sped up his growth even faster, and now started to outgrow all his clothes, even with my removal of the sleeves. My mother, who had hoped his muscle growth would stop now was forced to find clothes for a muscle-boy who was gaining 1-3 pounds of muscle a day! Luckily it was fully into spring, so all she had to buy for her muscle son was large sleeveless t-shirts, and cargo shorts. This made him incredibly happy, as it met he could easily show off his muscles more, especially his softball sized biceps, which he constantly flexed and unflexed, feeling their power and hardness.

In return for this new wardrobe, our mother dragged him back to the doctor, who was astounded to actually see my brother, standing 4'8", and 200 pounds of nearly pure muscle. He ran all the tests he had, and found out that his bones, joints, ligaments, and organs were, in fact, not straining at all, they had actually changed in such ways to help support a muscular body like he had. His organs especially were super-efficient to the point where anything he ate or drank (and the doctor joked that even breathing) was turned into anything his muscles needed to stay big, and then somehow by the next day, the muscles were still bigger. The doctor told our mother that perhaps this was some sort of genetic defect which was causing all of this, and to simply buy him new clothes as he out grows them, as there would be no possible way to stop the muscle growth. It wasn't the answer my mother wanted, but it's better than what she had thought.

The last few weeks of school, my brother seemed to just slowly grow taller for the rest of school, though he loved all the attention he got from his peers, which was, to be simple, hero-worship. By the time school was over, he stood 5'2", just a half-head (about 3-4 inches) shorter than I was. But I knew this height increase was just so he could put more muscle on his frame over summer break. Once school was out, he seemed to unload all the muscle left he had left. Easily 2-5 pounds of muscle a day, he practically exploded out of the wardrobe our mother had bought and maintained. So because of a lack of funds, my brother stayed inside and didn't wear a shirt (something he didn't mind), so he didn't destroy them. I watched my 200 pound brother quickly expand outwards to a hulking 300 pounds of 10 year old muscle.

And through it all, he wasn't immobilized by his muscle and nothing more than a mound of strength that couldn't even be used; he wasn't flexing up muscles that were hundreds of feet tall or anything like that; nor was he even dominating me through his body. None of my nightmares had come true. So when my mother took me to the mall on my 16th birthday to choose my gift, I purposefully went to the wishing fountain, and tossed in a quarter. I wished that my real wish wouldn't come true until after I blew out my candles later, in shorter terms, I 'saved' my wish. I had also asked my mother to fix a roast turkey, to which she and I shared the wishbone and once more, I 'saved' the wish-magic for later.

When it time to blow out the candles, my brother of 300 pounds of kid-muscle whispered in my ear, "Big bro, I'd love it if you gave me super-mega-massive muscles."
I whispered in return that I wished his wish would come true again, but that this time, it was my turn to gain some muscle like he had. Then I blew out my candles and turned back to my brother. He simply smiled, thanked me for the muscles, and went to his room. I sat their, slack-jawed that I had been duped like that, and now I was seriously going to regret that mistake for the rest of my life.

The End.

[Maverick0095875]

i loved it

[chocomus]

NICE STORY!
So big and he's not behaving meanly, cool

[iceman75]

Awesome stuff, dude. I love this story, always been a fan of kid muscle, and the bigger and stronger, the better.

[Maverick0095875]

Originally Posted by iceman75

Awesome stuff, dude. I love this story, always been a fan of kid muscle, and the bigger and stronger, the better.

lol whens your enxt best work coming out?

[iceman75]

I have been writing, but I don't think the things I have been working on would be appropriate to post here. If you want the link to where the stories I have done recently are, PM me.

[rextorres]

I love stories like this where the little brother, even though he is much stronger, he's still NICE to his bigger brother. It would be fun to read about Jaeger actually protecting Frank from bullies in school, for example. Just an idea...