invisible kid

[TheEd]

I guess I was talking of Game of Thrones too seriously, I loved the struggle for power and the schemes and plots. I felt somehow related to the dwarf, maybe we all feel like the ?cripples, bastards, and broken things?, but I was not just a small fish. I had the bizarre power of making big fishes bigger.

It took a long time to discover this strange power, around the year before high school. For some time my family suspected of how my dad and my older brother became so big, they never went to a gym, their muscles just grew out of nothing, my brother?s chubbiness long gone, instead plates of muscles adorned his entire body, just like dad, but smaller.

No one could looked behind and saw me doing that. No one suspected that I was the reason for their abnormal muscular development. At least at that time I was innocent, I didn?t knew I could make other guys to get big, but now I could just stare at some body part and make them grow. Sometimes I did it out of boredom, out of curiosity too, and both of my dad and brother were easy targets. Sometimes to help, my brother was a cyclist, he always had strong thighs ?maybe because of me? Who knows?- and while he played some new game of him, I would look at his thighs and make them grow just half an inch, how could describe it? It felt titillating, for some reason to see his muscles a bit bigger triggered my first sexual impulses, towards muscles.

When I realized that I was the reason for dad having a six pac, a body that could easily be in the cover a fitness magazine without any photoshop, his body and skin would be flawless as they demanded, but I had to admit that I was overdoing the thighs now. There is no pants that dad could buy that could hide his immense quads bulging as he walked. He went even to the doctor scared of never stopping growing muscles, and I felt guilty. I tried to concentrate the hardest to revert but it was impossible as it was to make my own body to grow. I was just the guy behind the curtains watching the muscle spectacle to unfold.

One time, I was watching him and mom arguing about his thighs, even bigger that day. I saw his underwear transparent by his bubble but, I also exaggerated on that. I need to give him more proportions, and suddenly I discover that I could make him, or anyone, taller. His white boxers rip around his thighs, he grew taller, but also grew all over. He exasperated to his wife, mom only told him to calm down but herself couldn?t believe how much muscles his was packing. ?215lbs! I?m suddenly ten pounds heavier? he said reading the numbers by his bed, naked, his underwear were also all gone. I couldn?t hold myself there, I would making so big that mom might have a heart-attack. But then he said to her ?My cock looks even smaller?? It was true, his thighs ballooned so much that barely could see any volume there, and the thought of fixing this was making me insanely hot. ?Could I? Is that a muscle?? I asked myself? the problem is that I needed to see it to make it grow. At least its volume, but he was on his back to me. Without seeing I couldn?t change anything. I would have to wait, maybe in his sleep.

After some more hours mourning about his Olympic athlete muscles, they finally slept. I really had no other option to fix this problem, I took my infrared helmet and opened their window. Still he was sleeping turned to my mother, I waited around 4 am and some birds were starting to sing already when his muscular body turned to me, his old pajamas were skin tight so I could see his cock and indeed it looked like a small duck in a lake of muscles, but at least I could see it, and it was semi-hard and thin, unlike mine, I always had a big cock and knew since I was kid. My dad never had much self-steam, and that was going to change.

While tight on his legs, the pajama was baggy over his waist, the only part that went smaller in his body, but at least I could see the outline of his flaccid to grow, still flaccid, but fatter, bigger, it needed some concentration, just like watching a balloon filling with water, getting bigger in volume steadily, trying to put in proportion with the immense thighs I gave him, which were growing a bit too, I had to focus harder on his cock, but his pajamas were starting to hug every rising cut muscle, I feared that would start to rip and wake him up. Even in this dark he would see me by the window.

I took some time to stop my impulses. Sometimes they were hard to control.

I went back to him to make his cock to grow and nothing more. Proportion. I keep telling myself. I used many comic books to find the proportions that I found the better, Superman was my favorite, Conan another, and I would make dad look like Superman and my bother like Conan. It was inevitable. I didn?t know how fast it would be. I just had to make his pecs prominent, higher from his chest, to be seeing far away, because it is the first thing you see in Superman, his pecs. But the comics had almost nothing showing the size of their cocks, I had to use my imagination, so I stared at his cock, with a clinic eye, trying to find the right momentum to stop the growth, it wasn?t easy to control as it sounds, it was like taking a long breath, pushing it inside me and out, and then I would see the reaction, sometimes it grows more than I hoped, and since this discovery I saw how easily it all could get out of hand. I should have tried slower.

I saw his cock growing bigger than I intended, opening the pajamas crouch like a submarine emerge from the water. ?Was that hard?? I thought myself, then I saw his muscular arms scratching his balls, the underwear must be tight, and I remembered that I needed to make his balls bigger as well. Proportion. Remember?

His volume of his big meat now eclipsed the balls, but I tried and saw they inflating as well, I was becoming a master at it. The fact that I could do that was much more important that my dick hard of shame over lusting dad?s muscles, or making him hung as a horse. Just the experience of doing, acknowledging was exhilarating. His balls now were overfilling his boxers and one of his ball popped out, still growing from my hmm, hmm, ?fixing?. It didn?t woke him up, his body was getting stronger, the underwear would tear away before leaving any mark on his skin, he became very lean.

I stared at my creation, thinking if they were now in proportion with his thighs. Dad?s cock now is bigger flaccid than mine hard. Still, I needed then just a bit bigger. I tried to grow the whole package at once, I could see every detail rising, and I more details, more I could focus better. At once I took a breath and exhilarated, it was the best technique I found out, I could feel connected to their growth as the air passed my lips, and this time it was just a breeze. Just a bit bigger, at least two inches bigger than mine hard. Done. It grew an inch in all directions, the whole soft package, now that package would be impossible to unsee. Anyone will see that his package would overflow their hands and feel its big balls. At least his underwear held in place.

I turned off the helmet to go back to bed and masturbate in celebration, when I heard something ripping. I looked back and the full moon light could show his cock getting harder, maybe I had overdone his balls, his virility? he was getting a woody of the size of the empire state building, my hand wouldn?t circle it, getting tall, stressing his cotton underwear as it started to rip.

He turned to the side and it slapped loudly in mom?s butt and she woke up. ?What?s is that? she screamed, almost scared, I fled the area as she started to say ?oh my god, oh my god? repeatedly, but them it all went oddly quiet. I approached the window and heard slurping sounds, I saw her mouth full of his cock and his and her eyes were closed, it seemed that mom was into his development as much as me. I retracted to my bedroom to give them some privacy, but not much time after mom started to cry loudly as their bed banged over the wall.

Dad was another person the next day. Even more comfortable about his muscular body, that was 6?1 that morning. He even stop talking about doctor visits and blood exams. Instead he started to play sports, to drop smoking, to drink less and fuck more. We were a happier family, everyone seemed to win.

Now dad is 6?4, I just always find something to ?fix? his proportions, just like I?ve being doing on my brother on lesser scale, they are a work in progress. Dad?s arms are around nineteen inches and Conan?s around seventeen, they became the wonders that magnetized anyone?s attention, making me even more invisible. While Conan could hide more or less his muscles, anything that dad wore would show his big shoulders, his big delts, and now that his cock got so huge, dad got more body fitting clothes, like grey sweat pants and low neck shirts, someone might think that he is a porn star, and I love how people?s eyes bogged out he walked by them. Mom was getting insanely jealous as young athletic girls tried to rub her tits on his arms, maybe she?s feeling inadequate for him, and since I found out that most of dad?s porn actress had overly big titties, I helped mom in this department. It just made dad restless at night, fucking every single night, sometime with her hands foundling his pecs under his shirt as we watched TV, and I would make her breasts just a bit bigger to see his reaction, his big balls filled his blood with lust, he could fuck the wall if she wasn?t there ready to take him to bed.

My brother Conan didn?t even noticed the change of habits, or that dad?s cock changed overnight, he too in the first year of college was banging more chicks than even in his life.

The only guy I was afraid to grow muscles was Luke, my best friend. I suspected for a long time that he might be gay, and he?s home all the time just to see my dad and his big muscles. He froze when saw that my dad had a python in his sweat pants, but he kept it to himself, I think he didn?t want me to think he?s a fag or something. I knew that no men could be indifferent when looking at dad now, but some guys overreact, Luke couldn?t think clearly when my dad was around.

The only thing he asked was if my mom got implants, I didn?t know what to say. I just wanted her to be big as dad wanted, and he always wanted more, which I was happy to oblige. I also melted all her fat and leaned out her butt, which made dad horny the entire day. Each week I focused on another body part so he never got enough of her, and so her jealously over him faded a bit but his increased, making him more aggressive and intimidating, as his big balls commanded him to.

Luke was born in an overly protective family, always shy, always quiet, bearing his parents calling every minute to know what he?s doing. He was repressed by too much love, I guess.

Anyway he was the only kid that talked to me, that I could call a friend, but I would never tell him about what I?m capable to do with other people?s bodies. No one could know. I might be kidnapped by the army for experiments, or being used to grow muscles in criminals. I had to use this power to protect myself, so it was convenient to make dad and Conan big. But I wasn?t sure about Luke. He was bullied in school because he?s a pretty boy, and he had a lot of anger inside of him. He was always talking about revenge, I was afraid that if I start growing his muscles, I might get hooked on it and create a monster of seven feet tall. But the thought of it was growing inside of me each time we saw each other.

[LeatherMuscle]

Fricking epic please keep going!

[wbjason]

Love where this is going! Hopefully Luke gets in on the action too... Poor guy can't look in the mirror and grow himself, though? Haha looking forward to more TheEd!

[cutlerfan]

Grow Luke! Make him huge! Looking forward to more..please continue!

[Otaru_grower]

What a great beginning!

I would love to see him discovered by the military and treated to a life of luxury in exchange for helping out soldiers with his "gift".

[2bored]

great story! i hope he continues to "improve" his family

[skumbum]

Great idea.

[dominicrue]

I hope Luke comes spends the night.It'll be interesting if our friend can handle it. Great story btw

[philat99]

Interesting idea - "improving" others. Now if only he could figure a way to do himself!!!

[elysiumfields]

I always prefer the "growing others huge" premise myself..
And keeping the source of their growth hidden "Invisible" from their perspective works too.,for a change.


Would love to see more...... of Luke and the main characters other choices growing huge

[TheEd]

Browsing my pictures albums, I found several photos of my family trips, we usually travelled all summer when we?re kids. I was shocked by the difference in both dad and Conan. They were like two little chickens, small, pale, trying to hide their bellies and manboobs with fluffy shirts, and even mom looked so ordinary. I guess I was around eight yo at those trips. I didn?t remember of them being so like regular people.

On the last trips, when I was around nine years old, their bodies seemed in better shape, at least the bellies and fluffy shirts were gone. Conan had some strong calves already, obviously it was me doing it subconsciously until recently.

So I did made some guys in school to buff subconsciously too, with some regretful results. For some dark reason the guys that taunted both Luke and me grew to be the taller in class, stronger than the teachers, ruling the school and calling anyone that stared over their muscles of fags. I just thought that the world was unjust, while it was me for all along.

Locked in my bedroom I had a lot to decide about the fate of everyone I knew. I couldn?t reverse their growth, I couldn?t make myself to grow either. I also had my own impulses betraying me as I made those bullies six foot tall and seventeen inches arms making Luke to suffer in their hands even more. They would flex their muscles just to catch his ?faggy? attention, while it was an excuse to talk about their muscles in the corridor, to show their abs to the girls. Everyone thought that they were gifted and Luke developed an absolute hate over them, the more he avoided, deeper he entered the trap. How should I fix that? If I make Luke big enough to defend himself, he would end to rape those guys, I was sure of that.

Alone and high, I started to wonder if I could transform those pictures, or anything that I could lay my eyes upon. I changed channels on tv and found Troy, that Brad Pitt movie, I remember on the theater many girls whispered as he appeared all Hollywood muscular and brute. I decided to experiment, at first on his arms, just on his bicep and I could see it growing, an inch bigger perhaps, I couldn?t believe at first, and rewind the movie his arms appeared bigger in the entire movie. ?That?s interesting!? I said to myself rolling another joint. That was really unexpected, I froze the smart tv and played a scene of the nearly naked Pitt and saw his back growing wider with muscles, forming a very angled ?v?, for the heck of it I found of Arnold in his prime and copied its proportions to Achilles, the ones that every bodybuilder wanted to achieve, an unreal upper body, but I would add unreal quads to him.

It was kind of odd to see his stance changing, his muscles filling the screen even more, some scenes even looked different, focusing on his pecs more than the 300 cast. I had now a strange copy of the movie in my smart tv. I couldn?t show it to anyone, but the Achilles fights scenes seemed better with his unstoppable muscular body, much more intimidating and sexual than before, everyone a wimp near his big sized delts.

I let the movie playing while I went back to my pictures folder and looked again at those old photographs of my family. Now I could play with something that didn?t have consequences, I could plan the growth now, of how each would look before applying my magic. I started with dad, of course, at first I needed him make him look how he looks now, it was amazing to see the old static image changing, from the 5?6 to the 6?4 he?s today. I did the same with mom and Conan? which was odd to see a kid with a real man?s body. As a kid I was in the picture too and I was smaller and smaller, overtook by their big shadows, before I couldn?t reach their shoulders, by the end of it my kids eyes were below their abs. Conan?s white shirt wet and transparence showed his bulging definition even relaxed, brawny young flesh filled his sleeves, bigger than my legs, his arms could break me like a twig.

I wondered how they would look even taller and more muscular, like I just did with the movie. Following the same specs of a big bodybuilder like Arnold but with bigger quads. I had a thing for quads. After growing muscle by muscle, two immense bodybuilders filled the frame, my head near their quads. Dad?s one leg bigger than my whole body, insane, it even altered his clothes and everyone around looking at them in awe. I didn?t forget the proportions of their packages, that they had stuffed their underwear with frozen chickens, I?ve made two musclegods that were at least seven feet tall. Hard to guess. But everyone looked tiny in comparison. That was too much, but it was hot. It was hot because it was too much of everything, too much virility, raw sexiness, their gaze showed some boastful confidence to be in the cover of gay porn magazine.

From one last look I?ve made dad?s pecs to grow big, just to see what the limit might be, the shadow eclipsed his abdominal wall like Independence Day. But how big was too big? I was making them bigger than mom?s new size, at least wider than hers, taking over his chest, making them his main muscles to be proud of, and he looked so, his personality in the picture seemed to fit his new ultra huge size, with monumental pecs big as loafers that would be worshiped by thousands.

But again, it was too much, he looked obscenely huge, I had look twice for my brain to understand his huge size, like every muscle was bigger than the other one, my mind lost in wandering lust. It was explosive, I would ever try to grow them like this in real life.

I closed the picture and opened another album, something was messed up. The number of albums multiplied tenfold, more, there was folders inside folders, places that I never went before, and big events that I never heard before. All had dad as seven foot muscular behemoth with pecs large as loafers posing his muscles to the camera or to someone, dressed in tron-esque spandex outfits, signing autographs, pictures with celebrities, flexing his huge arms over crowds of little people. Somehow modifying that old picture changed my entire hard drive. I was looking in an alternate reality where dad is the most muscular man alive, or that will ever exist and it made us all rich? somehow. I would like to exist in that reality, but I couldn?t change the past? could I?

Something weird crossed my mind, I googled images of Brad Pitt and he was still muscular as in Troy, his biggest? success? Troy?

I took Star Wars and put it in the player and started to made Han Solo to grow some more muscles in his tight pants and a chest big as an Olympic swimmer champion, more muscular even, just to test my suspicions. I took every old DVD and every character of his grew as well. From Indiana Jones to Air Force One showed his muscles more than a Terminator movie.

Googled him and many youtube clips of movie scenes of his muscles ?What I did to Harrison Ford??

I was afraid to google my dad.

I looked around and my bedroom looked the same, only I was hearing the sea outside. I opened my door and realized that I wasn?t home anymore? besides my bedroom being the same one. This new house was big as a cathedral made of glass and indoor gardens, a tropical beach outside. I did something utterly wrong? and whatever it was I couldn?t reverse it.

Mom walked by me and she was beyond 6?6? she smiled at me as she towed the wetness of her solid abs. I never got her to this big, not even in the photos? unless what I did had a multiplying effect! ?Finally you woke up, why don?t you go outside? and give it to your dad? She said towering her breasts over me, passing a family sized bottle of sunblock. ?Don?t miss any spot, his tan need to be flawless for tomorrow, you know how this is important.?

I nodded and walked to the beach, a private beach. Both Conan and dad swimming, I only could see their heads far in the blue water. They waved their arms and I waved back? only to see dad?s traps to emerge, wide as my shoulders, the water did little resistance to stop his immense pecs of cutting it like an aircraft carrier, and each delt bigger than his head? such majestic epic proportions, that I was trembling my knees wetting myself, as his wide back, wider than any normal being, wider than any normal door had muscles over muscles, a symphony of obscene muscles? with a winning smile. I fainted as he gave one single flex of his pumpkin pectorals.

[nnnrg]

OOPS. "Safe" indeed.

[vga518]

Very Hot! and yet Poor Kid! I can see he's being treated different. Though I only get that because of a small snippet from in the story. Please continue Sir!

[eag1e3]

Awesome story! Keep up the good work.

[2bored]

Nice. Look forward to more.