Blood Brothers (Part VI - Conclusion)

[florida20]

Part I
Part II-IV
Part V

[COLOR=silver]PART VI[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]I was standing in front of school after the final bell, allowing the milling masses of students to walk around me as I waited for Casey to meet me for our walk home. My last period was rife with whispered rumors about what happened with my swelling friend during our lunch period and the claims grew wilder as the minutes rolled by.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?He picked Rick Barnes up by the neck and threw him across the lunch room,? I heard one guy say. I supposed Rick Barnes was the football player who asked to work out with him. The general consensus had Casey at well over seven feet tall and having to duck and turn sideways to get through a doorway. I chuckled internally at the exaggeration stated as fact yet had to question how far from the truth it actually was.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]As I eavesdropped on the conversations in the hallway and outside in the causeway, I realized the rumors were intensifying even further. ?Some muscle guy burst clean out of his shirt and pants,? a girl said. ?Guess they don?t make clothes big enough for a stud like that.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?They had to usher him out of the class,? I heard another person say. ?Apparently he had to hold his backpack in front of his dick because his underwear came off too.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?I saw him in the hallway while I was heading to the bathroom, dude,? I heard from another. ?Mr. Robertson was escorting him and had to reach up just to hold on to his arm. Fuck man, his hand didn?t even make it a third way around his bicep. The guy must have weighed?? His voice faded into the din of the passing crowd.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]No one who heard these tales believed them entirely yet passed them on as truth nonetheless. I didn?t believe completely either until a girl I actually knew hit too close to reality with her rendition. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?He was eating like a starving animal and drinking his jug one water as if addicted,? Amber Reynolds said to a friend of hers as she walked by. ?It was like he didn?t even hear the stitches on his clothes popping like fireworks.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]I grabbed her arm before she could walk by and she pitched an annoyed look before she realized it was me.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Where you actually there?? I asked quickly. ?What happened??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Amber?s dreamy smile returned. ?I was there,? she said almost breathlessly. ?It was the most incredible thing I?ve ever seen.? I thought of Casey?s overstuffed backpack and jug of water. He refilled that gallon jug three times during lunch alone and who knows how much food was in that pack. If muscle is 85% water, then Casey had an infinite supply of growth readily available.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Go on,? I said impatiently.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?It was the craziest thing,? Amber Reynolds said, her eyes wide with excitement. ?He just kept eating and drinking, eating and drinking until those little pops turned into the sound of paper ripping. I looked back and saw that his jeans had ripped along the thigh and was growing down his leg and up to his waste. His legs just erupted from the tear like they couldn?t wait to escape and?? she swallowed and took a breath. ?I can?t tell you what they looked like. It was like?like a tree trunk covered in skin. They were so huge.? She held her slightly curved hands in front of her about two feet apart, as if mimicking how big his thighs actually were. ?Then it went really crazy,? she continued. ?He just?flinched. Or shrugged, or something.? She paused, her eyes glassy and somewhat?lustful. ?And his clothes just fell away.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Fell away?? I repeated, confused.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Fell away,? she said again. ?Like he was shrugging off a blanket. Suddenly he was naked save for the clothes he was sitting on and a few tattered rags sitting on his bare legs. Oh god, what a sight.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?What happened to him, Amber?? I asked loud enough to break her from her stupor. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]She still looked at me a moment before answering. ?I guess they took him to the principal?s office,? she said. Then she turned to the friend she had originally been speaking to. ?I?d say I was sorry to see him go but at least I had the chance to see those gigantic legs move. Oh, and Sandy,? she said, returning her attention back to her friend. ?His ASS. It was like two pumpkins trying to eat each other.? [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]I raised my eyebrow at her strange description but let it and the two of them go as I raced back into the school to the principal. Making my way down the hall, I bolted right past the ?Students must be escorted to enter? sign and into the faculty area.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Hold it right there, young man,? a woman said to my back as I raced by her and into Mr. Stone?s office. The principal, himself, was on the phone when I barged in and he immediately looked none too pleased to see me.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Hold on one moment, ma?am,? he said to the phone under a furrowed brow. ?What do you think you are doing?? he asked me with a mix of anger and surprise as he pressed the mute button on the console.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Sorry, sir,? I said truthfully. ?My friend Casey apparently had an?incident today.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]The principal?s stone gaze softened and was replaced by a sort of dreamy terror. ?Casey Valencort??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Yes,? I said simply.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]The principal looked like he?d just flashed back to a memory he?d successfully tried to forget. He even started mumbling to himself as his eyes shot to a corner of the room behind me. I followed his eyes and saw the ruined remains of a wooden chair which must have originally rested where I now stood. God, I thought with surprise. How much weight would it take to crush it like that? I looked back at the principal, who was still blank faced and incoherent. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?What happened?? I demanded angrily, shaking him out of his own mind. The fact he wasn?t upset with my tone was testament enough to his shock.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Coach Rodriguez took custody of him, took him to find some clothes,? he said blandly. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]I nodded and started to leave the office. ?Wait,? the principal said, the gusto in his voice returning. I turned back, waiting for the rest. His fortitude was short-lived as his eyes had already glazed over a bit and the strength in his voice was gone. ?What?s wrong with you kids these days??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]I didn?t even answer. I was out the door and racing towards the gym. A minute later I burst through the doors to the school gym. Normally full of jocks pumping iron at this point (Monday was an exception as it was technically closed during the first day of the semester), it now held only two people: Coach Rod and the biggest human I?d ever seen in my life.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Coach, all 250 pounds of him, was obviously dwarfed by my friend. Casey was shirtless and I?m not sure a shirt of any standard size would have fit him. However, Coach had found what looked to be XXXL shorts for him and it was so baggy at the waste that it rested on the stone shelf of his glutes yet still looked glued to what must have been 40? thighs. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Casey himself was doing barbell curls, with four plates on either side. The kid was curling over four hundred pounds. And easily. His arms were crisscrossed with veins were pumped to nearly thirty inches around. Each different muscle in his arm stood out in bold relief. Coach Rod was sitting there, looking like a dwarf, eyes glistening in amazement. Based on the size difference, I?d put Casey at nearly seven feet tall and easily over 300 pounds, probably closer to 350. Both stopped what they were doing when I ran in. Casey was a site to behold, and for the first time today he didn?t have food in his mouth. His backpack was open and empty. He still had the jug with him, and took gulps often.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Even at this size, his muscles were long and lacked that bloated look of a normal person who attained such mass. The entirety of his body was growing (if to a smaller extent than the muscle) and that included his bones, probably his organs, and (thank God) his skin. He was becoming a giant in every sense of the word. A giant made of corrugated steel covered in skin. He was also still growing, I assume, because he was continuously stretching and shifting as if to make room for new mass. I wondered how much ?muscle reserves? he still had left in his stomach. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]He lifted his arms over his head in a just-out-of-bed stretch that made him look like a titan breaking out of a mountain. His lats flared like wings the size of a whole ham and pulled his iron mid-section of deeply etched ab blocks the size of mason bricks tight. He smiled at me between upper arms that dwarfed my head. Even after such an eventful day, I saw no fear in his eyes. There was only determination and an obvious enjoyment.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?What up buddy?? he asked. Had his voice always been that deep?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?I guess I should ask you that,? I said as I reach the two of them. As always, being this close magnified everything. Coach Rod?s own huge size somewhat compensated for Casey?s unnatural proportions at a distance but up close, there was no denying how big my buddy had become. He was as tall sitting as I was standing. There wasn?t a soft spot on his body, each muscle stood out boldly as if flexed. I could put both my outstretched hands, side-by-side, and not cross a single pec. Each shoulder was as big as my head. In short, he could break me like a twig with no effort if he had such a motive and there was nothing I could do about it.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Your friend has had quite a day,? Coach Rod said surprisingly casually. ?An amazing day.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Yeah,? I replied brilliantly.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?He won?t tell me what?s going on but I suppose that?s his business anyway,? Coach continued. ?What?s my business is making sure you two boys are okay.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?I?ve never been better,? Casey said as if for the tenth time.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Coach Rod nodded impatiently, as if he?d heard it for the tenth time. ?Just promise me you won?t end up giving half the high school a peep show again, young man.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Casey responded by bouncing his pecs, forcing those two fifty pound heaps flesh to jump like rabbits. ?But it?s so much fun,? he said, every bit the fifteen year old he was. I saw a fistful of fury cross Coach?s eyes but was quickly replaced with a sparkle. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]To my surprise, he smiled. ?How did it feel walking through those halls with a bookbag barely covering your junk for all to see??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?I ruled the world,? Casey said with a grin.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Hah!? Coach barked and slapped Casey on the arm, hard. The boy didn?t even move. Shit, his arm didn?t even dent. ?I bet it did.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?CASEY!? a voice called from the door I just entered through. The three of us turned our head to see Casey?s mom standing in the doorway. Her face was a mask of worry and mascara stained streaks ran down her eyes.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Mom,? he said as he got up and walking by me. I was wrong, we was over seven feet. And over 350 pounds. He thundered over to his mom and bent over to embrace her, almost making her disappear in his arms. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Are you okay?? she asked, doing her best to take in the giant in front of her. The top of her head barely reached the bottom of his chest and he was easily twice her width.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Never better,? he said yet again. ?But-?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]She reached up and covered his mouth with her finger. ?Shh. We have a lot to talk about, I know. On the way home.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]And it was as simple as that. With a gracious nod to both Coach and me, she ushered the giant out of the room.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Both of us exhaled breaths we didn?t know were being held. After an awkward silence, I smiled and did what I do. ?Think you can make me that big?? I asked.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Coach laughed a nervous laugh. ?Can?t say it?s not possible,? he said and looked at the now vacant doorway. ?Apparently nothing is these days.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?See you tomorrow afternoon?? I asked.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]He looked at me and nodded.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]I got up and left, leaving Coach on the bench staring at the wall. I could only guess what was going through his mind. I ignored the half believed rumors of a giant walking to a Camry and having to bundle himself into a ball to get in. Apparently he?d been so heavy that the passenger side of the car nearly dragged on the asphalt as it drove away. I walked home, expecting a call from my friend that never came. I let him be. My parents must have known something was up; they never asked about the suddenly empty kitchen. I went to bed early, dreaming about what it must be like to be any size you wanted.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Casey wasn?t at school the next day but the rumors continued. He went back to the military lab he?d come from. He was playing football for a college team. One guy swore he was in the porn industry now. No one seemed to remember that I was the one who brought him here, and I was ok with that. I pounded another grueling workout with Coach Rod and tried to call Casey on the way home. No answer.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]After he didn?t show up the next day, I dropped by his house. His mother answered the door.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Hey there,? she said, her smile only semi-believable.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?I was just wondering if Casey was home,? I said, sounding like a ten year old.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?I?m sorry, hun, Casey won?t be back,? she said, sending a knife through my heart. ?But I can tell you it?s for the best. He said so. It was wrong of me to keep him in a bottle I suppose.? She looked like she was only half convinced.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Will I see him again?? I asked.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]She smiled again, her eyes distant. ?I don?t know. But you two have something special I suppose. That may bring you together.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]I nodded but my heart was sinking. ?Well, thanks,? I said and turned away.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?Wait,? I heard at my back. ?I almost forgot.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]I turned back towards the door and saw her walking down the foyer and into the adjoining living room that was still serving as a receptacle for what remained unpacked from their move. She pulled a taped up box about twice the size of a standard shoe box and came back to the door.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]?He said you might want this,? she said as she handed the box over. ?Said it?s some stuff from when you were kids.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]I was somewhat taken aback, wondering if I should feel hurt and if he was closing himself out of my life after reintroducing himself into it so briefly. It tested it in my hands, ready to be gone.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]I bid her goodbye again, still perplexed by her strange mixture of sadness and?relief? The walk home was short and the box couldn?t have weighed more than ten pounds. It was slightly damp on the bottom and quietly rattled with each step, as if filled with beans. Ten minutes later it was on the desk in my room and I was cutting along the taped seam with my house key. Opening it revealed a sealed envelope sitting on top of some packing peanuts. My name was written on it, the letters large and somewhat unwieldy. It made me wonder how big Casey was when he penned it. How big do you need to be before using standard pens becomes a delicate chore? The letter inside was written in the same oversized and clumsy script.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]I heard somewhere that Vikings used to slice open their palms and shake hands with their closest friends, forming a bond that enemies could never break. As Blood Brothers, they gained each other?s strength and would meet each other in the afterlife if slain. I?m not sure what?s going to happen to me; maybe an afterlife in its own rite. There?s a lot more to this story than I ever knew and am still digesting it. I could use a Blood Brother along the way. The choice is yours, of course.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=silver]Your friend, Casey[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]I put down the letter and brushed aside the packing peanuts. Inside was a bunch of those pills he was taking before he came back. I was confused, and pretty sure we determined those to be poison. I took a few of the bottles out and noticed another, smaller box resting underneath. It was sitting on two ice packs that had melted back to mush. The smaller box was metal and looked pretty official. I opened it and my heart skipped a beat.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Inside was a sealed hypodermic needle and next to it was a small vial filled with a thick red liquid so dark it was nearly blue. The words in the letter came crashing home and my heart fluttered knowing what Casey wanted me to do. I touched the vial of blood with a shaking hand.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Blood brothers indeed.[/COLOR]

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[COLOR=silver]Afterward: This is the end of ?Book One? of this series. I already have about a thousand words written for the second section but am weighing whether I should begin posting it or leave the rest to your respective imaginations. It's becoming more plot (vice growth) driven and am not sure it would be what this audience (and, quite honestly, I) look for in such a story. I'd appreciate any feedback.[/COLOR]

[TKnTexas55]

For my vote, I like a good story. And this has been one. I like a muscle growth story, and this has been one. If the story you write for the next part is as good, I want to read it.

[Maverick0095875]

bring forth upon the second part man. i love your work man

[wrestlejock646]

This would be a great place to end a great story, but the characters have become compelling on their own. I'd love to see the second book!

[skumbum]

Originally Posted by wrestlejock646

This would be a great place to end a great story, but the characters have become compelling on their own. I'd love to see the second book!

Ditto !

[vga518]

BRING ON BOOK TWO BUDDY! This story has been amazing and we would all love to read what comes next!

[mario2007]

Please, by all means, continue posting

[philat99]

Yes! Part 2 deserves to be written! Besides, I'm anxious to witness the World Muscle Blood-Brotherhood in action!!!

[funboy]

Very cool. Waiting for the new beginning of Blood Brothers. Well done.

[Otaru_grower]

Loved it! Loved all of it. Great job.

[Mass Driver]

I vote for chapter two.
And three and four.
As far as you wanna go, big guy.
Thanks.

MD

[Maverick0095875]

the bigger they get the better so show us what ya got florida

[nnnrg]

Keep going please.

[digger]

When you feel up to it, please continue. Don't sacrifice quality for speed: when the right story for book 2 comes, type it up. Thanks so much for book 1.