Big Ken

[Hopefully no one is too disappointed if I put personal demons on hold for a few weeks. It's just not working out the way I wanted it to and I need some time to work on it...]

“Dude what the fuck is this…?” Ken asked as he prodded his fork into a pile of mush on his plate. “Coach said I need to start bulking up if I actually want to be able to compete on a college level.”

Trent just smiled as he looked at his friend. “You gotta trust me man. It’ll make sure you get nice and strong for coach. Don’t worry about it.”

“Yeah but what is it?!” Ken asked again. He figured it must have been another prank that Trent was trying to pull on him again. They’d been friends for years but that didn’t mean that Trent didn’t like to make fun of him. Especially once he started going for sports. They’d bonded over comic books and movies but once they got into high school Ken wanted more than just a friend. He started looking at girls more. And the best way to get their attention was to join a sports team. Even if he wasn’t built in the slightest for football Ken still did it all four years. He’d bulked up a little bit but not nearly enough to actually go anywhere with it.

“It’s muscle food! Don’t worry about it alright! It’ll just help you grow really quickly. Alright?” Trent still seemed to have a devious smile as he said it. Ken didn’t trust it but still stuck a forkful of the stuff in his mouth. He sloshed it around feeling the weird texture. It didn’t taste bad, but didn’t taste too good either. He swallowed and gasped. 

“Fuck man…” Ken gasped as he felt the food hit his belly. “Seriously, what is that?”

“Like I said it’s muscle growing food. That’s all I know. I bought it online and that’s what they said it was,” Trent said. 

“You got it online…” Suddenly Ken felt a little nausea in his stomach as he thought of what could possibly have been in that. He paused and leaned over the counter a little bit, letting out a burp. Suddenly he felt incredibly hot and didn’t know why. Small beads of sweat formed on his brow and he let out another burp. “Jeezus! Why didn’t you tell me that before I ate it?!”

“Because then you wouldn’t have tried it,” Trent still had his stupid grin on his face. 

“Oh my God! You asshole!” Ken shouted. He gripped Trent by the collar and pulled him closer. 

Trent’s smile faded ever so slightly. “Can we at least see if it worked?”

“Huh?” Ken raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean if it worked?”

“Well… It’s supposed to be instantaneous. So can we go look?”

Ken weighed his options. “Sure…” he rolled his eyes at Trent’s excited ‘yay’ and headed to the bathroom scale. However even as he looked at the bathroom mirror he couldn’t help but notice that he did look a little different. It wasn’t by too much but he could see the outline of his triceps more and even his bicep seemed a little rounder. His pecs were pushing at his shirt and even his ass stuck out in his jeans. “Did it…?”

“Step on,” Trent commanded of his friend. Ken followed the direction and stepped on the scale. “165,” Trent read the number excitedly.

“1-165?” Ken asked. “That can’t be right. I don’t weight 165.”

“That’s what the scale says,” Trent grinned. 

“That can’t be right,” Ken repeated but he looked down at the bright red numbers looking back up at him. “Holy…” he stared deeper. “I was 155 this morning… There’s no way I could have gained 10 pounds in that time. No way.”

“Yeah there is dummy.”

“Are you…” Ken didn’t want to finish the statement because it would only encourage his friend even more. “Fine. So I gained 10 pounds. So what. It could have been anything,” he dismissed.

“So are you saying we should take that as a test sample and try again?”

Ken didn’t even bother answering the question as he headed back to the kitchen. He quickly took another forkful of the slop and swallowed it quickly. His body started to feel hot again. He could feel the sweat gathering around his brow. His face went red. He gripped the counter for support again. “God damn,” he gasped out as he felt the heat building in him, disperse. “God damn…”

“I’ll say…” Trent was biting his bottom lip as he stared longingly at Ken. 

“What?” Ken acted innocent. He started back towards the bathroom again, catching his reflection. A grin crossed his face as he could clearly see his chest pressing up against his shirt and shoulders filling his sleeves. His ass pushed even further out while his jeans wrapped tightly around his thighs and calves. 

“I think you know what…” Trent grinned, expecting him to take the bait. 

“Fuck off. Just read the number,” Ken said. 

“187.”

“187?!” Ken hopped off the scale. He was jumping around the bathroom, excitedly. “I’m 187! I’m 187! That’s fucking awesome! Take that Zack Bulback! Take that!” Ken started back for the kitchen.

“Wait,” Trent tried to stop him. “Don’t you think you’ve grown enough for today?”

Ken looked back. “Do you think I have?” he gave Trent a wink. It obviously worked as he saw his friend’s face light up.

“That’s not what I mean,” Trent tried to calm himself down but obviously Ken struck a chord. “Don’t you think we should space it out a little bit more? People might get suspicious…”

“Let them be suspicious,” Ken said as he grabbed another forkful. Before he knew it, it went down the hatch. He easily swallowed it and felt the same heat building up inside him again. His shoulders pushed harder at his shirt. It raised up over his belly button showing off his dry bottom two abs. His jeans were starting to strain against the new muscle. He could feel his feet pushing against the fabric of his shoes even more. Then he took another bite. 

The rush hit him all over again. His shirt raised even higher past his belly button showing off more of his cut 6 pack. A deep growl exuded from his mouth as he felt more muscle pile onto his arms. He gripped the stone counter even harder as he could feel his jeans constricting him even more. They might as well have been painted on as each of the four quads could be seen even through the fabric. 

He grabbed his fork again but the plate wasn’t there anymore. “That’s enough,” Trent’s voice shook. “You’ve had enough.” 

Just a few steps and Ken was able to make Trent shake even more. He grabbed his friend by the wrist. “I decide when I’ve had enough,” he growled. “Let go.” Trent followed the order as he watched Ken grab his fork and shoved another lump into his mouth. He dropped the plate onto the counter and felt the growth over take him again. His neck was easily twice as large as it had been when he started and every muscle on his body bulged. They pressed hard against his clothes causing small tears. Those small tears quickly grew larger. The pain caused Ken to flex, forcing his muscles to bulge even larger. 

A loud rip filled the kitchen as Ken’s clothes fell to the ground. His jeans hung around his ankles while his toes stuck out of the front of his shoes. “Fuck,” he growled. His hands were huge as they reached down into the slop to grab another large bite. His already giant body grew even larger. His back stretched out and legs grew longer but that didn’t make his muscles look any less dense. Despite the added length he was still just as thick. If not thicker. “This is so good. So good.” He growled trying to grab for some more. But all of it was gone. “Where is it? Where is it?” 

“It’s all gone,” Trent said. “There’s no more.” 

“No more…?” Ken realized the consequences of his actions. “Then you’ll get me more…” In one short step he easily crossed the kitchen and towered over Trent. “You’ll get me more…”

“Why?” Trent crossed his arms trying to seem more confident than he actually was. 

Ken reached down a large hand and grabbed his thin wrist. “Because I’ll either become you’re best friend,” he reached for his dick and rubbed it around, “or your worst enemy,” one simple squeeze and Trent’s defiance crumbled. 

“Alright! Alright!” he whined. “I’ll get you more!”

“Good…” Ken said as he approached the bathroom. His frame filled the door and even looking in the mirror he couldn’t see the tips of his shoulders. He stepped on the scale. “Read me my weight.”

“It’s an error…” Trent said. “You’re too big for the scale…” A grin crossed Ken’s face as he heard the words, ‘too big.’ Never in his life had he been too big. But now… Now things would be different.