Ryan, My "Little" Brother (Rewrite) - Part 6

[tekuno]

This is a rewrite of BigBearMan94's original concept, done with his permission.

Original Story
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 4.5 | Part 5

This story is now complete. (Thanks for reading!) Each section ends with a link to the next section, but here are links to all the parts of the rewrite for handy navigation

Rewrite
One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen | Epilogue

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Since I finished it early (in fact, yesterday night, although I've made a few revisions since then), I'm posting this now. I'm working on part 7, and if I have time (and remember to do it) I will post it early tomorrow morning. After that, there will be nothing until at least Monday night, because I am going to be busy. (And actually, on Monday night I'm going to be busy catching up with all the things which I am going to put off through the weekend because I'm busy, so part 8 may have to wait all the way until Tuesday.) I think I can tie all this up by about part 9, maybe 10, and there will be a brief epilogue which occurred to me last night. (Not even BigBearMan94, who I already gave an outline of the rewrite at the beginning, knows how that's going to go. Nya ha ha ha!)

I know some of you will be disappointed by the way this part goes. Well, sorry. This is how the plot was supposed to run all along, more or less. (Or, at least, this was one of the original possibilities in the outline I made in the beginning, and the others were pretty similar in a general sense.)

I just realized there's a critical piece of exposition that I can't remember putting in where I meant it to go, so I'm going to have to wedge in an explanation later. I'd better go check.

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Ryan, My "Little" Brother
A Rewrite of BigBearMan94's Original Story (With Permission)
Part 6

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The next several days were very strange. Ryan had agreed to keep a low profile until the doctor got in touch with us. While I was at work -- after a long discussion, he convinced me I didn't need to hover over him watching for emergencies -- he spent each day indoors playing video games, wearing some of my clothing (we finally washed the sweats, thank goodness). Judging from the browser history which he did not bother to clear on the computer on Dad's desk, I suspect he also spent a certain amount of time exploring his new adult status. But he wasn't going to any sites which involve interaction or billing, so I didn't interfere.

I took Ryan to the gym with me in the mornings. He was willing to get up early to do it, because he was spending all day and every day sitting around the house. Besides, going to the gym let him show off his fantastic body. He even got to play basketball against some other young jock types, and won, which gave him something to talk about for the rest of the day. We told the desk attendant that he was my cousin, staying with me for a few weeks. As I might have predicted, he was much stronger than me in most exercises, and slightly stronger everywhere else. Even though he was obviously happy about it, he stayed polite, which I appreciated. In fact, he was so much nicer than most guys his size that people at the gym started to watch out for him.

Still, I found that all the stress was having its effects on me. Specifically, I was lifting harder than ever. Ryan knew from long experience what my reactions are, and once he realized I was using more and more poundage he started to steer clear of me. He even started to clean up his own messes, sometimes. Meanwhile, I found myself craving food much more than usual, and began having two more protein shakes each day than normal.

After three days of this, I was actually beginning to catch up to Ryan in strength. My weight was also up slightly, while my bodyfat had gone down. That was cause for satisfaction, even if Ryan's body still looked better than mine. (Especially his biceps. I found myself lingering on arm exercises, hoping that I could force out the same type of separation that Ryan's body showed was possible in our family.)

Even though I was constantly checking my voice mail and my e-mail for a message from the doctor, things were gradually forming a new "normal". After the first day, I was no longer afraid that I would find Ryan unconscious on the floor when I came home.

On Friday, though, I had a rude awakening. Literally.

Roughly half an hour before I would have gotten up to go to the gym, the door to my bedroom burst open, and Ryan walked in. Actually, "strode" would be a better word. Or maybe "strutted". As I lay there coming out of the usual haze of waking up, he rifled through my things.

As I focussed, I realized even through in the mostly-darkened room that he was once again bigger. Judging from the relative heights of furniture and things, he looked to be at least half a foor taller than before, maybe more. It was difficult to judge his height, because he had positively exploded with muscle at the same time.

His shoulders, which were the size of bowling balls, stretched all the way from one side of my closet door to the other. His back muscles pushed out into an insane "V", tapering down to a waist which did not seem to have gotten any larger than it had been the night before. His neck was now quite definitely thicker around than his head. As he turned from the closet to my dresser, I could tell that his arms had similarly become huge; before, they were about the same size as mine, but better-defined, but even in the semi-darkness I could tell they were now much, much bigger.

I snapped on the bedside light. "Ryan?"

Ryan turned to look at me. His face was no longer so boyish; in fact, it had lost some of its charm. At my size, he had been extremely handsome, but now the very low bodyfat combined with the increased size of his facial muscles altered his looks somewhat for the worse. Of course, the fact that he had a heavy 5-o'clock shadow and a sneer on his face didn't help.

"Huh. So I woke the wimp." Ryan's voice had descended further, deeper than mine or Dad's had ever been. "Look, faggot, I'm a real stud now, not just a little boy like you. You can't keep me cooped up in this house any longer. I'm going out now, and I'm going to enjoy myself like only a really big man can."

I was half enraged -- when did he start talking like that? I had never heard him call anyone a 'faggot' before; must have been those porn sites -- and half petrified. The lights revealed that Ryan's muscles were even bigger than I had thought. His arms had to be at least 23 inches around now. Possibly even more. His pecs stood out from his torso, so large that they cast their own shadows in the light from my lamp. His abs were absolutely show-stopping. Hanging below them, half-hard, was an enormous penis, vastly larger than either of us had possessed until that day, with matching testicles underneath, pushed outward by massive thighs. To make the whole appearance more intense, his body had grown hair.

He leered at me. "You may be too much of a coward to use yours, but I'm putting mine --" he thrust his hips forward "-- to good use. See you around, loser!"

He stomped out, carrying with him the largest outfits from my closet.

I sat and blinked. From the bathroom I heard sounds of clothing shifting, along with some tearing. Ryan leaned back into my room. "I see you're staying in bed, you fucking pussy. Good. You're too weak to go outside anyway. I had to tear the sleeves off this shirt to make it fit." He tossed a ball of cloth at my closet door. "Looks like crap. Don't worry, though, I won't be wearing any of this for long anyway."

He left the house, slamming the door behind him. After a moment, I got up and looked around. There was a damp spot at about crotch-level on Ryan's bed. Obviously, he had woken up either growing or grown. That overdose hadn't just made him a teenager and then stopped, it was still lurking in his system, and had kicked in again that morning for whatever reason.

My temptation was to just go to the gym and pretend that this hadn't happened. Chances were good that Ryan was once again in the grip of his overflowing hormones, and would stabilize in a while. But last time he grew, when the hormones wore off, he had fallen asleep for an hour or so; I couldn't risk letting the police pick him up. For that matter, it would be just as bad if they found him while he was still in hormone-mode -- all we needed was an overgrown 11-year-old in jail for assaulting a cop!

I sighed and pulled on some clothing. I wrote a note asking Ryan to call me if he got back before I did, left it on the kitchen counter, and went out and got in the car to look for him.

I went everywhere I could think of that Ryan might have gone, searching the nearby streets and all the local destinations like the gym and the grocery store. I even tried going to the park where he and his friends usually played basketball. Not a sign of him anywhere. It shouldn't be possible for someone that big to simply vanish, but that's exactly what he had done.

At 8, I came back to the house. If Ryan didn't want to be found, he wouldn't be found. Without calling the police, there wasn't much I could do about it, and I couldn't do that any more than I could haul him off to the hospital, at least not without having to go into some serious explanations. I got cleaned up quickly, added a few lines to my note, and headed off to work.

Work that day was pretty terrible, but for once I didn't mind it. I was glad not to be at home, where all the weirdness was. True, as time passed and Ryan didn't call, I started to worry, but there was really nothing I could do. Chances were that nobody would ever believe that Ryan wasn't actually an adult, so even if I knew where he was I couldn't have gotten any help hauling him home, and there was no way I could possibly have dragged him along against his will alone. And if he wasn't visible within an hour of leaving the house before 6 in the morning, he was probably not going to be easy to find during the day, when there were all sorts of public places where he could go indoors and hide. Unless I wanted to start telling people about my brother being on drugs, with all that that entailed, the only course of action, difficult though it might be, was to let Ryan come back in his own time. If nothing else, he'd probably come home to eat or sleep.

My task for the day was packing boxes with flyers and loading them onto palettes; I'm afraid I may have been a bit rude to some of my female admirers when they got in the way, but for some reason this seemed to make them happy. People are weird. When the day finally dragged to a halt, I practically ran to the car and drove home.

As it happened, I shouldn't have worried -- at least, not about whether or not Ryan would be home.

There was a big guy sitting on the doorstep. He had a can of soda in his hand, and was evidently watching for me, because he got to his feet as I pulled in. He looked like he was a little older than me, and he was clearly a gym rat like me because he was only slightly smaller than I was, or at least than I was at the beginning of the week before Ryan annoyed me into gaining weight. Like Ryan, though, he had better definition and separation than me. Cute guys have all the luck.

He was dressed in a red tank top and cutoffs, and had a little "soul patch" beard. As I walked up to him, he held out his hand. He was very clearly looking me over, just as I was doing the same to him.

"Hi there. You must be Alex. James MacRae. Ryan said you'd be back around now."

"Is he here?"

"Oh, yes. But he was, uh, occupied, so I thought it would be better if I waited outside."

"Occupied?"

"Yes, he brought... um, a few ladies home with him, and they seemed to be heading for a bedroom, so I thought I'd come out here."

Oh, crap-on-a-stick.

"So, why are you here?"

"Well, I happen to be an intern doing photography for Muscle Trainer Monthly, and when Ryan showed up at the gym, I thought maybe I could get a scoop on an unknown future star. Where has he been hiding? For that matter, where have YOU been hiding? I thought I knew all the up-and-coming competitors, but I don't recognize either of you."

"I haven't been hiding anywhere. I won a local competition last year, and I'm going to enter again this summer. If you'll excuse me, I'd like to head inside. It's been a long day."

This was just too much. I didn't know what to do. At least Ryan hadn't given away the big secret, but bringing home a photographer? Ryan was so big that if he got into the media it wouldn't take long before someone noticed that he had the same name as my little brother, and that my little brother was nowhere to be found. Whether they made the obvious connection or not, there was going to be trouble.

As I entered the house, I heard sounds from Ryan's room which indicated that he, at least, wasn't worrying about anything. Neither, judging from the voices, were at least 3 women. Geez, how did he manage that?!

I headed for the kitchen, where I got myself a glass of water, and then I went down to the basement, to get away from the thumping sounds coming from Ryan's room, and just sat. My mind was just blown; for weeks now I had been under incredible stress, and now I just burned out completely.

To make matters worse, the photographer had followed me, and he was asking a lot of questions. At first I almost ran back upstairs to avoid having to say anything about Ryan -- I didn't even know if Ryan was back to his normal self, or whether he had been a domineering asshole to our guests -- but as it turned out, James was mainly curious about my training regimen. We made small talk for a while, and then I went back upstairs to use the bathroom.

When I came out, Ryan was standing at the front door bidding his, er, guests goodbye. Not wanting to put off the inevitable, I walked over to find out whether I was dealing with my friendly little brother or the jerk from this morning.

To my relief, Ryan's face lit up when he saw me. "Alex! I'm so sorry, bro! I woke up this morning and just got swept along by everything! I didn't mean what I said!"

"Ryan, please tell me you weren't just having sex with three women."

"Sorry, I just couldn't help myself. And it was four women, actually."

"Ryan!"

"Don't worry, Alex, I knew what I was doing by then. I did like you told me and wore a condom."

"That's not why I'm upset!"

"Calm down. If you're yelling like that you must be hungry. Let me get you something." Ryan walked to the kitchen and came back with a protein shake. With a big grin, he handed it to me and said "I made this just for you, as an apology. Drink it right now, and I bet you'll feel a lot less cranky."

I did that. It tasted even more horrible than usual, but that may have been my mood. Listening to Ryan chatter away so enthusiastically was making me want to kill him where he stood. Surely no jury would convict me...

"Why didn't you bring the camera dude in? I brought him back just for you."

"What?"

"Oh, come on, Alex, did you really think I don't know you were gay, or what kind of guy you like? I've seen you mooning over pictures of guys like him before. You're never going to get any if you don't start taking the initiative. You should come out of the closet. You're hardly in it any more anyway. That guy is perfect for you." As Ryan was speaking, James MacRae had come up out of the basement and arrived just in time to hear the last three or four sentences. Ryan noticed him just as he finished talking, and looked over his shoulder at him, and then back at me. "OhshitI'msorryAlex!"

I was blushing so hard that even I could see the redness of my own cheeks. My ears were burning red hot. I don't think I've ever been such a combination of angry and embarrassed in my life. I pushed past Ryan's bulk and left the house, slamming the door behind me.

There was only one place I could go under the circumstances and at that time of day, and that was the gym. Fortunately, my gym bag was still in the car from the previous day, and I kept a change of workout clothing in it for emergencies.

I had a workout. Arguably the best workout of my life. Not even the workouts of the previous few days, when I had been angry and lifting more and more, were any comparison. It was like roid rage, but in reverse; I wanted to scream, I wanted to punch my idiot little brother's stupid fucking face, I wanted to rip off his nuts and feed them to piranhas. I had an incredible workout, pushing past all my limits, then went for a swim, then had a couple of protein shakes from a vending machine, and was so angry I went back and lifted some more. I heard a girl complain about "the big scary guy scowling in the weight room". Good; at least SOMEBODY was scared enough to stay out of my way. I only left when the gym closed at 11.

Once I got in the car, I realized just how much I had tired myself out, and how hungry I was.

I thought about staying out all night, but decided not to do that. I didn't need to give Ryan any examples of bad behavior; he was already making enough bad choices. He might be turning into a big dumb hedonist, but he was still my little brother inside. Nevertheless, I needed some food quickly; I was starting to get shaky from hunger. I went to a Tencocky Fried Chicken and ordered quite a large batch of greasy protein.

While I was waiting for my order, my phone made its "new e-mail" sound. I pulled it out and saw that there was a message from Dr. Franskasten! I took my order to a table and ate, and then read the message.

"Both of your letters I have received. Sorry to hear of your troubles I am. No such difficulties were of my intending. Currently at a symposium I am, and unable to call during your daylight hours. In ten days, returning home I will be, and much thought will give to your problem.

"Puzzled I am, though: with your first letter one bottle is returned, and your second letter a second bottle is mentioning, but THREE bottles of pills I have shipped to your brother. Please to ascertain where third bottle is located, in case of further accidents."

Ryan and James were sitting at the kitchen table when I came in. By this time, I was getting pretty wobbly; it isn't every day you bench the amount which you had thought was your maximum, for reps, for two sets, to say nothing of all the other exercises. Every muscle in my body wanted me to down a bottle of ibuprofen and fall asleep, maybe in a hot bath, for the whole weekend. It was my turn to sway on my feet.

Ryan got to his feet nervously. "I'm really sorry, Alex. Again. I didn't mean to embarrass you. I just can't do anything right these days."

James gave me a half-smile, which made him look even cuter. "I'm afraid I wormed the whole story out of him while you were gone. Don't be too harsh on him, I think he's trying to be a good kid. And don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

I gave Ryan the harshest glare I could muster. He seemed to be getting closer and then further away, even though he wasn't moving. "What did you do with the third bottle, Ryan?"

Ryan looked guiltier than ever. "Third bottle?"

"Dr. Franskasten finally e-mailed me. You had three bottles. We sent one back. You took all th' pills in the secon' one. Where's the third?"

"Well, it's mostly still in my room."

"Mos'ly? Ry'n, please tell me you haven't been taking MORE of tha' stuff! We don' even know if you're all done with th' las' dose yet!" I couldn't help myself; I yawned.

"No, no, I haven't had any more. But..."

"But wha'? Ryan, this is importan'! Which've your friends di' you give i' to?" I was really having to concentrate to hold it together.

"Well, I felt really bad about what I said to you right after the pills took effect, and I thought maybe I could make up for it a little by giving you some, so you could get bigger too."

"Geez, Ryan! Don't ev'n think of tha'. Just pu' th'pills back in th' bottle and seal i' up." Ryan seemed to be a long way away now.

"I can't; I opened them up and dumped the stuff inside into that protein shake I gave you earlier." Ryan looked at me in dismay. "Are you okay, Alex?"

Everything went black.

Part 7

[Jaekel]

I must say,

I am really enjoying this story.

[anglekindle]

At least this time he's sharing his pills :P

Nice job so far, looking forward to the next installment.

[chocomus]

hahaha I loved the ending
And I'm reading all the parts writen till now (i've still got 5 more parts to read, so i'll probably make a bigger comment in the last one)