Butch Gains Part 03

Butch leaned his muscular body against the doorframe as he looked down on Devon. “I wasn’t interrupting anything was I?” The stern look he was giving made Devon’s mind go wild. It was impossible for him to think properly as he watched the masculine man look down on him so easily.

“N-no,” Devon coughed out. There was still a big wad of cum in his hand and he clenched his fist trying to hide it. “Just need to go to the bathroom real quick.”

“Alright,” Butch grinned. The look he gave made it look like he knew exactly what was going on. But he didn’t say anything about it. “I’ll tell Nicki then.”

“Thanks…” Devon watched Butch’s stride as he walked out of the bedroom. It was like he owned the place. Devon tried to ignore it as he rushed himself to the bathroom. He pulled the toilet seat up and whipped his dick out. Just holding it as he peed, he could feel just how much smaller it was. Even though his hands were bigger and fingers thicker, there was a clear difference the few inches made. 

He shook his head trying not to let it get to him. Looking in the mirror, he felt like it was a good trade off. His shoulders were far wider and his chest pushed out of the stained yellow construction shirt he was wearing. Even if his belly pushed at it too, he didn’t care. Looking at his even worse stained jeans, they wrapped around every curve of his ass all the way down to his calves. And he knew the size 10 shoes he was wearing this morning were far smaller than the steel toed boots he had on right now. “Damn I look good,” he grinned as he ran his fingers through his strawberry blond beard. The hair had started to cover the rest of his body, making him feel even more masculine. 

“But I still don’t get no damn respect,” Devon groaned. Just thinking about how Butch was able to use just one word to get his irresponsible boys to do exactly what he wanted, made Devon even more jealous. He couldn’t believe how he was able to do it. “If I was more like him… If I was bigger… Stronger…” he let out a grunt. His dick had gone hard again thinking of the smooth but thick frame Butch had. His tall wide body made it impossible not to see him. And that deep voice made it impossible not to listen. All Devon had to was be bigger. He just needed to be able to lift more. “Fuck…” he moaned again. 

Three more strands of gold went through the floor boards. Each one wrapping around his legs, making them even larger. He could feel the strength starting to build up again. His hands growing bigger as they clutched the sink. He gripped harder. The stone felt like it could crack under his grip. His wide jaw made him look even tougher. The hair on his arms only seemed to get thicker while his arms grew even larger. But his dick, that was slowly getting smaller. He didn’t care. The feeling of being so powerful was worth it. He’d be strong enough to take on anyone. 

“Devon?” Butch’s strong voice broke through his thoughts. It sounded like it was right behind him. His body jerked thinking about it even more. 

“Y-y-yeah?” Devon tried to make it sound natural but his voice cracked. “Almost done.” He tried to correct the crack, making it sound deeper, but it still had a bit of nasal to it. He’d always talked more through his nose than through his throat.

“Alright. Well hurry up. Dinner’s ready and we’re waiting on you,” Butch scolded.

“Yes sir,” Devon found himself saying. He could almost hear the snicker of Butch on the other side of the door. He didn’t know why he added the sir. It just felt natural. He quickly washed his hands and headed to the kitchen. The house was rapidly changing around him but Devon didn’t notice as he scolded himself more and more for saying something so weird. He tried to calm his nerves and clear his mind but all he could think about was Butch. “Sorry,” Devon apologized as he sat at the dinner table. 

“Not a problem at all,” Nicki smiled. She’d already dished out a heavy plate of food for all the men at the table. Meatloaf, potatoes, peas and carrots filled the plate in front of Devon. He stared in awe of just how much food was in front of him. The night had been so crazy that he hadn’t even realized how hungry he was. “There’s plenty more if you want any.”

“Thanks,” Devon said almost absentmindedly as he started shoveling the food into his mouth. It tasted better than anything he’d had in a long time. Besides fast food he hadn’t had much to choose from. Sure whatever he ate was loaded with calories to help make him bigger but they were mostly filled with fat. Devon paused realizing what he was thinking about. His belly protruded further out in front of his body while his arms grew even thicker. He could feel the weight adding onto his frame. Pound after pound filled out all over his body.

“Something wrong Devon?” Nicki asked, noticing that Devon was holding his fork still.

“I think he hasn’t had a meal this good in a long time,” Butch interrupted before Devon could answer. “Isn’t that right?” Devon nodded as he pushed the food in his mouth. It tasted so much better than anything he could remember. “It’s just cause you’re such a good cook,” Butch’s lips pressed up against his wife’s lips as he gave her a kiss. 

Suddenly he felt that jealously building up inside him again. Why did he kiss her? What was he doing? Why couldn’t that be him? Again Devon stopped in his tracks. He’d realized who he meant by his wife. She wasn’t married to Devon, she was married to Butch. He glanced at his chubby finger, noticing the gold wedding band had long since disappeared. Instead there was a gold strand crossing the table. It quickly absorbs into his body making him grow even more. He can feel the weight adding on again, forcing him to shift in his seat.

“Something wrong?” Vince asked from across the table. The shy chubbier kid was completely gone. He no longer looked like someone who spent all day on his computer looking at nothing. Instead he’d clearly hit the gym with his father. The strong broad but trim shoulders made him look so much more imposing. He wasn’t someone who got picked on at school.

“I think…”

“Man, he’s just surprised how good mom’s cooking is,” Bradly added. His deep voice filled the room. Now he seemed to have a natural cadence for being loud and boisterous. No more hiding behind video games or watching movies, he could easily be the one playing it for real. His lean muscular build made him a clear heart throb on campus. Women were banging on his doors to see him. The natural confidence allured all kinds of people just to naturally follow him.

“Fuck,” Devon cursed under his breath. He could feel the other two strands pulling closer to him. But he couldn’t fight off his jealousy. Butch was so much more of a man than he was. Able to raise his kids and keep them on a better path. To make it even worse, Devon could see their faces changing to be more like Butch’s. The strong masculine jaw looked so much better on their muscular bodies than the round soft chin they’d inherited from his family. Every second they looked and sounded more like a smaller version of Butch, their already muscular bodies growing more defined with each passing second. He could see they wanted to do something with themselves instead of live off him for the rest of their lives.

“How’d you do it…” Devon groaned. He was doing his best to try to contain his emotions. They were rapidly spilling out. The desire to be bigger was just filling his mind. Without even touching himself, he felt like his entire body was being masturbated. The low dull feeling of joy that felt like it was about to burst at any moment. His body just kept growing. Shoulders widening, chest pushing further out, legs thicker, as was his waist. But he didn’t mind, just meant he could lift even more. “How’d you do it…” it came out more as a moan.

“Discipline,” Butch smiled. He knew exactly what Devon meant but was ignoring him. “You like a bit of discipline from time to time, don't you?" Butch's eyebrow cocked as he said it. "That’s how you get better. I can tell just by looking at you that you lack it. You eat whatever you want and play around all the time. You need a schedule. That’s why you came to see me right? To get stronger?”

“Y-yes,” Devon grunted out. His body folded in on itself when his cocked throbbed as Butch said the word stronger. That’s exactly what he needed. He needed to be stronger, just like Butch. That’s exactly what he needed, to be more like Butch. Without even touching himself his cock burst into his jeans. The three inches shot several tiny loads into the blue denim. His eyes went wide as he realized what he’d just done. “I need to… I need to…” He quickly got up from the table and rushed to bathroom. 

Butch stood up from the table and quickly followed behind him. The other three ignored it like nothing had happened. “Devon…” Butch called for his trainee. “What are you doing?”

“I… I… I don’t know…” Devon admitted. He couldn’t stop running his hands through the forest of hair over his tight muscular belly. The red fur shifted around his hands and he couldn’t stop feeling it.

“This is what you wanted. Wasn’t it? To be big? To be respected?”

“But I’m not!” he cried out. “None of them respect me more than they did when they were part of my family!”

Butch let out a bit of a snicker. “C’mon man. Don’t be like that. What do you think respect is?”

“I don’t know…”

Again Butch laughed at Devon’s inability to respond. “Come out of there then. Let’s talk about it a little bit.”

Devon weighed his options. He didn’t have anywhere else to go. His large bulky frame filled the doorway. “Fine…” he said with his head lowered. 

“Good,” Butch smiled. “Cause it sounds like your last son just came home.”

The handle on the door jiggled and then opened to the small guy standing there with his backpack slung over his shoulder. He looked up at the two massive men standing in the open space of the living room. “Dad?” he questioned. His eyes drifted back and forth between the two. “Dad?”