Meyer's Desires, Part 2 (Patreon)

Meyer’s resolve to go through with the plan began to falter as soon as he thought about stealing muscle from such a man as accommodating, charming, and hunky as Wyatt. He tried to think about all the advantages he would have as a bigger guy, but more doubts kept creeping into his brain. 

“I should have kept experimenting with the formula so it would make me taller, too,” thought Meyer. “I’m going to gain like 100 pounds of muscle but still be 5’1”.

He suddenly had a vision about his new, but not-so-improved life. Instead of looking like an aesthetically pleasing bodybuilder, Meyer resembled a short beefy ogre with limited mobility due to his cartoonishly oversized muscles. He would try to flex his massive biceps to show off, but could barely bend his arm, which would cause a round of guffaws from passers-by. All that extra weight would make him hungry all the time, too, so he would be downing 10,000 calories a day just to satisfy his hunger pangs. And since Meyer would not work out – he hated it before the transformation, and the formula didn’t make him crave exercise any more than he used to, plus again his limited mobility made it almost impossible – he would start gaining a tremendous amount of fat. In no time he would go from 200 pounds to 300 to 400 – all still while at 5’1”!

It was that last image in his head – as a bedridden blob scarfing down peanut butter cups while the crumbs fall down and get lost in the folds of his quivering mass of belly flab – that jolted Meyer into action. 

“Damn it! I was in such a hurry to get bigger that I didn’t consider all the ramifications,” he thought.

Before one more second went by, he took his hands off Wyatt and scooted out from under the big man’s body.

Wyatt sat up and looked over at Meyer. “What’s wrong, little buddy? I’m sorry if I was moving too fast.”

“No, it’s not that,” replied Meyer, trying to think of a good reason for calling things off. “It’s just…uh…you said you had a boyfriend. I don’t want to be the cause of any trouble in your relationship.” It was definitely not an easy thing to say as he ogled the very muscular Assistant Manager – Wyatt’s chest was heaving, causing his giant pecs to bulge outward each time he took a breath. Meyer desperately wanted to grope them again, but he felt to be safe he should wait until the formula had passed from his system.

Wyatt opened his mouth, but then appeared to rethink what he was going to say. “You know, you’re right. I was going to make an excuse, but we are nominally still together.” Realizing that nothing more was going to happen that day, he stood up and began putting his shirt back on.

“OK, well, thanks. Um, maybe I’ll come back some other time and see how it’s going,” said Wyatt.

Wyatt tucked his shirt into his slacks, which were so tight that they could not conceal his erection. “I’d like that. What’s your name, by the way?”

The smaller man smiled. “It’s Meyer. Meyer Burke.”

Wyatt returned the smile, winked, and said, “Well, Meyer, please come back any time.”

Meyer nodded, and then fled the store.

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The spring quarter ended a few weeks later, and most of the students returned home – but not Meyer. He was determined to graduate in three years and was taking extra classes during the summer to maintain his pace.

After the debacle at the mall, he decided to shelve his growth project for the time being, and he stored a second dose of the formula in a cabinet inside his apartment. The situation had confused him so much, starting with the ethical considerations of taking someone’s hard-earned muscle. Also, did he want to be big, or did he want to be with someone who was big? And could he change the formula to make himself taller? Could he make himself want to maintain all the muscle he gained?

In addition to all the questions that came up, the relative quiet of the campus during the summer contributed to the postponement of Meyer’s quest. The jocks were gone, back home to their summer jobs, summer girlfriends, and summer parties, and so the bullying was on hiatus until their return in the fall.

So Meyer went back to his lab and worked on his other projects, trying his best to put Wyatt out of his mind. Sometimes he couldn’t help himself, however, and retreated to his bedroom with some lotion, Kleenex, and visions of his favorite Assistant Manager in his head.

Everything changed, however, on July 15. It was on that fateful day that Meyer decided to walk over to business district and look for a new bookbag since his was falling apart. He entered one of the discount shops and began perusing the different options when he heard a familiar voice say, “Excuse me, sir. Can I help you find anything?”

Meyer turned around and his jaw dropped. There, in all his glory, stood Wyatt. He was wearing black slacks and another tight polo shirt – this one was white, and it was even tighter than the one he had on a few months ago. The fabric was stretched to its very limit trying to contain all of Wyatt’s bulk, especially around the chest where his pecs were bulging out like two giant snowy mountains.

Wyatt’s mouth flew open, too. “Meyer! Wow, Fancy meeting you here. Are you a student at the U?”

“Yes,” said Meyer through his dry mouth. He could feel his cock already stirring as he stared up at the muscular stud in front of him. “What are you doing here, Wyatt?”

“I ended things with my boyfriend, and decided to make a clean break. I got a new apartment over here, and I got a job running this place.” Wyatt pointed to his nametag which read, Manager, and as he did so his flexed arm ripped through his sleeve.

“Fuck!” said Meyer. “That was the hottest thing I have ever seen.”

Wyatt laughed. “I’ve had a lot of free time since my boyfriend and I broke up, so I’ve been spending it at the gym. I’ve gained about 20 pounds, and my clothes have gotten really, really tight.”

Meyer was about to burst by this point. “Um, that sounds like a real problem. Maybe we should…”

“Get me naked so I don’t rip anymore? Good idea. Look, we close in 10 minutes – how about you accompany me back to my place for a little fun? I live very close.”

The smaller man nodded, and after what felt like a lifetime of waiting, Wyatt was able to close the shop. The two men walked over to the apartment, and Wyatt wasn’t lying – it only took less than a minute to get there. Meyer was sort of disappointed because Wyatt held his hand as they walked together, and he felt very safe holding on to the bigger man.

Wyatt’s place was sparsely furnished, but Meyer didn’t figure he would spend much time there between his job and the gym. The living room had a couch and TV, the kitchen counter contained a multitude of protein powders and supplements, and the bedroom had a queen bed, a dresser, and a pair of very heavy-looking dumbbells on the floor.

As soon as the door closed, Wyatt leaned down and gave Meyer a slow gentle kiss. “God, you are so hot, Meyer. I couldn’t believe my luck when you walked into the store the first time.”

Meyer didn’t know how to react to the statement, so he just giggled. “You think I’m hot? But I’m so small.”

“First of all, size has nothing to do with it. You are exactly my type…your eyes, your smile, your body – they all turn me on. And the ways your ears stick out from your head a little? That fucking drives me wild. You don’t have to be big to be sexy.”

Meyer returned the compliment. “I could say the same about you, Wyatt. I love how you look and the confidence you radiate. Have you always been bigger than everyone?”

Wyatt guided Meyer to the kitchen. “No, not at all. I used to be quite small. By the way, do you mind if I grab something to eat? I’m always starving after my shift.”

“Go right ahead, Wyatt. Whatever you need to keep that body going.”

Wyatt grabbed a protein bar and scarfed it down. He took a second and continued his story. "Did you ever read Captain America comic books, Meyer, or see the movie? I used to look just like Steve Rogers before he took the super soldier formula – just taller, I guess. I was 6’3” but only weighed 140 pounds when I graduated high school, and as much as I tried to accept it, I just hated being skinny. I wanted to get big, and I knew I wouldn't be happy until I got there."

"Were you trying to avoid being bullied?" asked Meyer.

"No, nothing like that. I just had a deep craving to get huge – and not for any specific reason, but rather just as and end in itself. I’d look at muscle guys on YouTube and made my mind up I was meant to be that way, too. And every time I thought about it, I got rock hard."

"So you started eating and lifting?"

"Exactly,” said Wyatt as he chowed down on the second bar. “I used to skip meals all the time because I was never hungry, but soon I was eating everything and anything. I got a gym membership and some supplements and started lifting as heavy as I could. Ben – my previous boyfriend – his dad offered to pay for everything because he liked the idea of Ben having a big strong boyfriend to keep his son safe in the big city."

"And the growing began, right?" asked Meyer.

A big grin appeared on Wyatt's face. "It sure did. Within a few months I had packed on 25 pounds of quality muscle. I was working at the department store by that time, and the other employees said that they wouldn't recognize me if they went more than a week without seeing me because my body was changing so quickly."

Meyer grabbed a third protein bar and handed it to Wyatt. The big man stuffed it into his mouth and continued his story.

"My whole life outside of work revolved around lifting and eating, and I started to really blow up. I got up to 200 pounds after my first year of bulking, and then 260 by the time we met a few months ago. I’m at 280 now and want to keep getting bigger."

“How much larger do you want to get?” asked Meyer.

Wyatt brushed some of the bar crumbs off his massive pec shelf. "I am hoping to get to at least 300. Maybe even 350. I stopped trying there for a few months when Ben complained of me getting too big. He wanted me to drop down in size, even going so far to threaten to have his dad cut off my funds for supplements and the gym if I didn’t take off some bulk.”

Meyer shook his head. "I don’t understand why he would want you smaller. I mean – that’s like saying you’d like the Statue of Liberty better if it was only 10 feet tall."

"He said I was too big already and it was embarrassing to him that I'm a little uncoordinated sometimes. I guess his friends razzed him a lot for being with such a hulk. But I couldn’t stop – once I got it into my head, I’ve only wanted to be massive.”

“That you are,” said Meyer. Acting bolder than he normally did, he took a step forward and put his small hands on the bottom hem of Wyatt’s shirt. “Why don’t we start by getting this shirt off you so I can see how massive you’ve gotten?”

“Gladly” said Wyatt. He stripped off his polo and tossed it on the kitchen counter. His torso was not ripped like a bodybuilder, but full and beefy and in the shape of a very thick letter Y, with shoulders capped by melon-sized deltoids, and steep lats leading down to a sturdy waist. But the highlight for Meyer was Wyatt’s supercharged arms, which had to be at least 22 or 23 inches around. His biceps looked as if they had been inflated by a bicycle pump, with giant peaks and veins snaking across them.

Wyatt used his powerful arms to scoop up Meyer and carry him into the bedroom. He set down the scientist down on his bed and undressed him faster than Meyer had thought possible – one second he was fully dressed, and the next Wyatt had him completely nude. He was unsure what to do next, as his romantic escapades had been extremely limited, so he felt satisfied letting the bigger man take control.

Fortunately, Wyatt had a good idea what would work. He reiterated how sexy he thought Meyer was – “You’re such a hot guy that I cannot believe you are single” – and then used his right hand to begin stroking Meyer’s semi-hard cock up and down, which sent little shockwaves through Meyer’s waiflike body. Then Wyatt slid his left hand under Meyer’s ass and stuck his index and middle fingers up into the crack and began moving them in and out at the same rhythm. Finally, he leaned down until his mighty chest was right on top of Meyer and stuck his tongue into Meyer’s mouth and began kissing him.

This was A LOT for Meyer to process – he hadn’t gone much beyond a quick peck with previous guys, and certainly nobody had seen him naked since gym class in the 10th grade, but he was far from embarrassed. He was enthralled that a mega-stud was pleasuring him in three different places at once, especially the fingering of his ass, which he didn’t even know was something he would like (but he did!). His cock was at full-mast from Wyatt’s caress, the shockwaves across his body still tremored, and his core temperature was overheating even though the room was a bit chilly.

As he lost himself in the ecstasy fog, Meyer began to have a vision like the one he had before when he was with Wyatt – but this time, it was Wyatt who had taken the formula and was siphoning off muscle from another guy. Wyatt’s immense muscles were getting even larger, taking his body from 280 pounds up to 300, then 320, 340, 360, 380, and finally toping out at 400 pounds. Unlike Meyer who would have looked ridiculous at that weight, the 6’3” Wyatt looked spectacular – with his sandy hair and blue eyes, he resembled a massively muscled version of Robert Redford.

As the fantasy continued, Meyer began to hunger for Wyatt more and more.

"Meyer, look how big this arm is," said Wyatt as he flexed his 28" arm in front of Meyer's face. "Feel how hard it is…yes, that's it…rub the vein in the arm. It’s powerful enough to destroy any man that ever tries to hurt you."

Meyer’s face became flush with passion, and Wyatt swooped him up and cradled him in his arms.

"Anyone tries to touch my little man, and I will take him out," Wyatt continued. "I love you, Meyer, and want to always keep you safe. I’m going to keep getting bigger for you…stronger for you…my muscles will only exist to pleasure you and protect you.”

It was at that point that Meyer could hold back no longer. A hearty stream of cum squirted from his 5” cock, and would have bucked completely off the bed if his torso hadn’t been underneath Wyatt’s chest. He wanted to sit up and thank Wyatt for the experience, but he almost immediately fell asleep from exhaustion.