Little Brother - Samuel's story

[magusfan]

A long time ago I published a story on here about a boy called Jamie and his younger brother Tim. You can still find it if you search through my old posts.

As that story finished, I began its follow up but it was never developed to the same extent. So, here is that story, Samuel's story, once again - revisited and very slightly rewritten thanks to the benefit of hindsight. Who knows, maybe I'll go even go a bit further with it this time.

LITTLE BROTHER - SAMUEL'S STORY

Samuel Wiseman brushed the long overflowing blonde fringe away from his eyes, staring at the computer screen as an enlarged image of a grey-white pill appeared.

He leant in to give himself a closer look. That looked about right. Checking around to make sure no one was looking – the room was virtually empty anyway – he dug into his bag and pulled out a small clear plastic packet filled with many tiny pills. Unsealing the bag, so that a single tablet could be held within his fingers, he brought it up the computer screen. Perfect match - down to the logo inscribed on each. So this is what Charles had given him.

Sam looked up at the name again, printed above the image on the screen “MGS medication.” Sounded intriguing. There was a blurb underneath; phrases such as “advanced form of puberty” and “sex drive” caught Sam’s eyes. Just what was in this stuff?

“Take one every fucking week” was all his brother had said and eventually Samuel had come to the conclusion that this was just another cruel joke being played out on his behalf. And so they had remained in the unopened packet for what was coming up to six weeks. But what did the website mean – “advanced form of puberty"? Samuel had always just presumed they it was some sort of party-drug his older brother had given him.

It made sense in a way, Charles was always out partying with his friends in the evenings these days. Often he’d bring girls home with him, back to his room. It didn’t really settle well with Samuel’s parents who were devout Christians that expected their children to study hard for success and pray even harder. But there didn’t seem to be much they could do about his muscle head of a brother anymore.

Charles certainly had changed A LOT over the last few months. Because his brother liked to wander around with not much clothes on anymore, Samuel had been able to witness first hand the improvement to his brother’s fitness levels and physique. He’d always been a bit chubby, but it had all melted away now to be replaced by impressive and intimidating muscles. He didn’t even like being called ‘Charles’ anymore, only Charlie and he’d never dream of speaking disrespectfully to their parents before. At least they could be grateful one area of Charles’s school-performance had improved: his play on the school sports fields.

Samuel was three years younger than his older brother, but he had never felt any more different. He knew he didn’t match up to Charlie’s ideals anymore - he had many girlfriends, was a regular on all the school sports teams and a tough ‘bad-ass’ attitude which Samuel shyed away from.

They used to have a lot in common but now Samuel did his best to keep out of ‘Charlie’s' way as often as possible, in the same way had learned to avoid his tougher, testosterone-fuelled classmates for fear of rejection and ridicule. He never even ventured near his older brother’s bedroom, now littered with posters and magazines of scantily-clad girls and a musky masculine aroma.

Suddenly Samuel was alerted to his senses by an angry IT technician. One of the school library computers had broken down and he wanted everyone out. Nervously Samuel closed the window he’d been looking at and picked up his bag - the single white pill still within his tiny grasp – and ventured outside to the wilder world of the school playground, brushing his hair away from his eyes again as he made his way through the door.

Everybody always laughed at him for the overgrown hair - not exactly flowing but long enough so that hung over his ears and barely touched his shoulders. Secretly, some of them actually thought Samuel could actually look quite attractive if he only cut it down a bit and started to take a bit of pride in his appearance in general. He was small and skinny, albeit with a rapidly growing potbelly hidden away beneath baggy t-shirts, and seemed insignificant. But, Samuel also had a baby face with large expressive blue eyes and perfectly formed features including a snub nose. Maybe when he grew up and got a haircut he’d be pretty decent. If he ever grew up, that was.

Anyway, to all intents and purposes Samuel didn't seem very interested in any of that. He was fourteen, but a late-developer and puberty was still probably a good few years off yet. This made him stand out in a classroom of developing kids with growing muscles, statures and egos that seemed to increase further every day.

Good natured, sensitive, and kind, Samuel had nevertheless become a bit of a loner at the junior high school he attended. He seemed to have more in common with the girls than the guys, who would sooner crack a crude joke and throw a football around than spend their lunchtimes in a stuffy, swotty corner of the library.

Samuel was friends with a couple of girls in his class and had crushes on a few more but even if he started to understand those strange urges, it wasn’t as if he was ever in any position to do anything about it.

His chronically bad hair, shy and eccentric demeanour and drastically unfashionable clothes were a big turn-off among his peers, who devoured fashion and despised difference. Samuel therefore had very little in common with most of his classmates as they robes themselves in labelled clothing, developed well groomed appearances and increasingly more grown up and 'cool' attitudes. Samuel was never exactly bullied by anyone - more ignored, unknown and unliked.

"Hello Dear” Mrs Abraham the school administrator smiled pleasantly down at little Samuel as he reached her office. It was ironic that he got on with the teachers better than he did most of his fellow teachers.

Mrs Abraham in particular he knew well: he had to go to her every lunchtime for his asthma medication: handed out in a single blue pill that only the staff had access to. As she handed him the pill, with the customary glass of water to wash it down, Samuel smiled back. The bell started ringing: time for physics class, his favourite and he wished her a pleasant goodbye.

But as he stumbled along to the science lab, he started to feel a little unwell. He didn’t even think he would make it to the bathroom as he hurried quickly in, locking himself in a cubicle.

He reached down in pain. His belly just wouldn’t stop rumbling. Maybe there was something faulty in the medication. His stomach was in such agony: as he reached down he could feel something odd there. It didn’t feel smooth anymore, more…bumpy. And it was like his little belly had shrunk! No, actually, it was more that his hands seemed bigger. What was going on?

The pain that had been in his belly was moving to other parts of his body: his legs, shoulders, arms, face - and sweat started dripping through Samuel’s clothes which were becoming incredibly tight and restricting – he could hardly breath.

With difficulty he pulled off his tiny t-shirt, he could barely even squeeze his head through the hole anymore, and gasped down in panic. His stomach really was bumpy! Almost rock hard ridges now folded themselves symmetrically down his stomach. And there seemed to be large mounds of fleshy skin suddenly surrounding his nipples. He was turning in to some sort of freak!

*****

Outside it had gone quiet: everyone was in class. He had no shirt on, but if no one was out there, perhaps it was worth venturing outside: the cubicle seemed really cramped. The pain he was in, which had now reached his groin, was starting to thankfully dull now but he still felt very weird.

Cautiously he tiptoed outside and stared with horror and astonishment at the reflection which greeted him in the mirror opposite. The figure moved as he did – but Samuel was almost certain it wasn’t he. The upper body looked swollen with new skin. His shoulders had become huge and were now the widest part of his body which tailored down to a skinny stomach and waist.

His arms had become thick, and what of his face! Samuel reached a tentative, sizeable hand up to his jaw, to touch it and feel it and make sure it was his. The skin felt rougher than he remembered but it was still almost recognisable as his. There was just nothing petite or babyish about him anymore.

Samuel was almost taken a back at how handsome he had very nearly become. The chin and brow were broad and almost enviable, the nose was stronger and the lips full. He opened them to utter a word of amazement – “What..the” and stopped immediately. His was now a low booming voice that seemed to bear little resemblance to the unbroken high pitches he had spoken in before.

‘Down below’, his pants, underpants, shoes and socks were starting to feel very tight and all Samuel could do was rip them off in panic. Large feet were revealed, chunky legs and thighs, and finally has he pulled down his underpants he got the biggest shock of all. “Whoa” he voiced instinctively, all of a sudden enjoying the power and deepness of his new voice for the very first time.

As he managed to draw his gaze away from the thick flaccid penis and overgrown balls now dangling down from his crotch, he slowly opened up a sizeable hand to find the blue pill Mrs Abraham had given him. That grey-white pill of his brother's was now nowhere to be found.

So, this is what “advanced puberty” meant.

[brutus]

I want one of those to revisit puberty & this time get it right!

[rixxflix]

Itried to read your other chapters, but all the [color] made it confusing to continue to read. Love this version though.