Butch Gains Part 02

Devon found it hard to keep up with Butch as they walked back to the subway station. The long confident strides his ‘trainer’ took were far more confident and longer than he was used to taking. Even though with the new musculature, he still almost felt out of breath. But more importantly, he couldn’t help but notice how his eyes kept drifting over to Butch’s strong muscular body. He was still in his bulky jeans that sculpted around his thick ass and a sleeveless shirt that allowed him to show off the definition in his arms. 

Every time Butch moved, clear definition and strength could be seen through his entire body. People naturally moved out of his way as he headed towards the train car. Being so distracted by the muscular giant, many of them then ran into Devon. ‘I need to get bigger,’ Devon thought to himself as one of the people who didn’t even bother turning all the way back around ran into him.

“Sorry,” the guy apologized.

“It’s fine,” Devon grunted. He caught up to Butch and boarded the train. “So now what?”

“Huh? What do you mean now what?” Butch looked more confused than Devon. “We go and get dinner.”

“Are you joking?” Devon asked. “You just changed my entire life and all you can think about is dinner?” 

“Well, yeah,” Butch’s grin just pissed Devon off even more. “A growing guy needs to always be thinking about eating.” His big hand clenched Devon’s muscular shoulder and gave it a shake. 

“Ok..? But why are you coming?”

“To enjoy a lovely dinner,” Butch laughed.  

Devon just sat quietly realizing he wasn’t going to get a straight answer out of the guy. He was still evaluating what all had just happened to him. Based off the dirt stained work pants and bright yellow shirt, he could confirm that he was working for the construction company in his building. He’d seen it enough to know what they wore. As he tied his steel toed shoes, he’d figured they would be heavy to walk in but that still wasn’t what kept him several paces behind Butch. ‘What’s going on..?’

“Here’s our stop,” Butch clapped his legs and stood up. Devon found himself jogging behind again to catch up. They walked down the few blocks to the house he’d been able to get. It was close enough to the city where he could get on the subway but far enough that the taxes weren’t too high. 

“Honey, hope you don’t mind, I brought my trainer,” he walked in the front door and to the kitchen. His wife was currently over the stove with dinner still being made. His thicker body wrapped around hers as he gave her a kiss. “It’s not bad that I brought a guest is it, babe?” 

“Not at all,” she smiled as he felt her up a little bit more. However as Butch stepped in the kitchen, her body seemed to stop responding to Devon all together. “Not. At. All…” she broke away from the hug and walked over to Butch’s towering body. “Hello, so you’ll be the one keeping Devon into shape?”

“Yes ma’am,” Butch smiled. His firm handshake seemed to have made Nicki forget what she was doing as she stared up at him. 

‘Why can’t I be like that…’ Devon found himself angrily thinking. ‘I need to get bigger.’ As the thought finished he saw a gold strand start to leave his wife’s body. The long thin strand started to pull to his body and circle around his skin. It wrapped tightly around his arm and then disappeared. Devon cleared his throat, trying to get the attention of everyone else. 

“Oh no!” Nicki jumped at the sound realizing that she was still cooking. “Dinner will be ready in about 10 minutes. Can you get Bradly and Vince ready?”

“Yeah,” Devon said. He was suddenly distracted by his wife. There was something different about her but he couldn’t quite place his finger on it. “Have you been growing your hair out?”

“Oh? You noticed,” there was a smile in her voice as she swayed it back and forth. It wrapped around her shoulders instead of being the short bob it always was. “I wasn’t sure when you’d realize I hadn’t gotten a haircut.” 

“Well I think it looks great,” Butch added. 

“Thank you,” her eyes peered over at Butch, transfixed by his massive masculine body. 

A light growl escaped Devon as he felt jealous of Butch again. He glared at the big guy but then realized another golden strand was coming out of his wife’s body. His eyes watched as the golden strand materialized out of his skin and started flying towards him again. He took a step back but it just kept going towards him until it touched his skin. “What the..?” 

“Something wrong, honey?” Nicki asked her husband. She turned around and again looked just a little different. The curves in her body seemed a little more pronounced and the some added weight she’d been carrying around since Tony seemed to lessen. 

“I don’t… I don’t think so. Is Tony home too?” Devon tried to change the subject. 

“No, he’s said he’d be back after dinner. Has some studying or something up at school. Didn’t really say much. But it’s not like I’d know what he was doing anyways,” she joked. 

“I doubt that,” Butch added again. There was a sly smile on his face as he said it.

Devon could see the same developing on his wife’s face again. Jealously erupted again but he wasn’t going to give Butch the satisfaction. He pulled at the bodybuilders arm to the other room then noticed another gold strand following him. “What the Hell is that?” he pointed at the string as it absorbed into his skin. 

“Huh? Oh that? That’s your relationship with them deteriorating. The more angry and upset you get the more you lose it. But at least it makes you bigger,” Butch tapped his in the abs with the back of his hand then pointed to a mirror. 

“Holy…” he stared at his body. He’d already felt like he was pretty big. At the gym, they’d weighed him at 192 pounds and at 5’11” it made him look insanely athletic. But still no one on the subway seemed to think he was all that impressive. Even his wife hadn’t said anything about it. Looking at his body now, he felt like it was defined, refined and even a bit intimidating. However, people were still walking all over him. His eyes peered behind him at the tall, muscular man behind him. Suddenly, he felt so small and powerless again. “C’mon,” he growled. “Let’s go get Vince and Bradly.”

Devon’s boots pounded on each stair as they traveled to the second floor. He hadn’t realized just how much noise they’d make on the hard wood floor. He opened the door, “dinner’ll be done in about 10 minutes. Go get washed up.”

“Sure thing dad,” Vince said, still staring at his computer. It was more than the grunt his other son gave him. Bradly was busy staring at the video game he was playing to even care. “We’ll be down in 10.”

Devon was really felling like he had to perform. Hearing the light snicker from Butch behind him, made him feel uneasy. “Boys, you need to get washed up now,” Devon tried to sound more firm in his voice.

“Yeah. We will. In a minute,” Vince still stared at the computer screen. “You said it’ll be done in 10 minutes. We’ll be down in 10 minutes.” 

Devon was emasculated again as his nerdier sons still ignored him. ‘If I was bigger… If I was stronger…’ he clenched his fists feeling his face start to burn. A golden strand from each of his sons quickly started to drift towards him. He’d closed his out of anger, trying to think of a retort. They weren’t going to listen to him. He’d given them whatever they wanted. Bradly had grown up only interested in the computer and stared at the screen all day, while Vince was always playing video games. They’d said they’d wanted to make one and needed them for inspiration.

But over time Devon realized he’d been duped. As their posture worsened and their bellies fattened, he’d known they weren’t really doing anything with it. The software he’d bought them still remained untouched. He didn’t even know if they’d taken the time to install it. Instead they were too busy thinking they would just be successful. They just needed to play one more game. Find one more forum. Then they’d get started. 

“Boys,” Butch’s deep voice cut through anything Devon was about to say. That single syllable right next to Devon’s ear sent a shiver down his spine. He could feel the one word take complete control over the room and everyone in it. Both Vince and Bradly looked up from their respective screens and turned to Butch. “You’re mom said dinner will be ready in 10 minutes. Go get washed up.”

The two stared in almost disbelief at the man standing behind Devon. Whatever room in the doorway remained from Devon was taken up by Butch. They stared up and down the large man, wondering if they should do what he said. “Boys,” Butch’s repeated word was enough of a threat to make them listen. The two got up and pushed at each other. 

“Out of the way Bradly,” Vince pushed at his brother. 

“Screw you. You get out of my way,” Bradly growled, pushing back. 

They’d never been this physically aggressive with each other, especially going down to dinner. As they passed Devon, Devon couldn’t help but notice they looked a little taller. Their shoulders broader and the shirts fit them a little differently. It didn’t cling to their bellies as much. 

“That’s how you do it,” Butch grinned a toothy grin as his thick hand squeezed Devon’s shoulder. He walked back down to the living room, leaving Devon to his own thoughts. 

“Fuck…” Devon groaned. Hearing Butch’s voice like that had gotten him so hard. He stepped into his son’s rooms and closed the door. His body slid down to the floor as he thought about what just happened. He couldn’t believe just how hard he was. The confidence, the control, the sheer power was making his mind go wild. All he wanted to be was Butch. He wanted to feel that strength that Butch exuded so perfectly. He started rubbing faster. Unable to think about anything else. The memory of Butch’s face right next to his ear, calling him boy. “Fuck!” 

Devon tried to muffle his grunt as he bit into his finger. He rubbed his fingers over his dick feeling another inch missing. “Shit…” he groaned. But as he thought about what Butch probably had, he felt himself get hard again. “Stop it,” he scolded himself. Shaking his head just barely got the image out of his mind. 

Suddenly he was very aware of his surroundings. A large mirror sat between his son’s beds with a scale in front of it. For the first time in a while he’d felt like he looked pretty big. He stepped on the scale and saw it read 210. He’d gained so much more muscle. His biceps pressed hard against the XL shirt he was wearing while his jeans molded around his thick legs. “Holy…” he grinned stepping off the scale. But then he realized as he looked around the room there was something different about it. 

It was actually pretty clean. Besides the small glob of cum at his feet, almost everything in their room was put away. He turned to the TV screen seeing that Bradly was playing a football game. “Bradly hates sports…” Devon muttered to himself. But then he saw the rack of weights in front of their closet. It started at 15 and worked its way up to 50. “What the…” he stared in disbelief. Rushing over to the computer he saw that Vince was busy with a bodybuilding website. 

“Is this... Is this really happening…?” he muttered to himself.

The door reopened and Devon quickly pulled up his pants. “Dinners ready,” Butch smiled in the doorway. “Better get cleaned up. Don't want to keep everyone waiting...”