More Than Antoine Could Handle [reboot] Part 3 (Patreon)

Antoine woke to the feeling of two hands holding him down. As he opened his eyes, he realized he was inches away from a hairy ass–one that erupted in his face a moment later. The two bullies blew up with laughter as Antoine choked and groaned, unable to break free of Toots’ grasp. Reggie followed up the face-flatulence with a noogie. Antoine squealed; any attempt to fight back was pointless.

When Toots finally let him up, Antoine leapt off the couch and crawled away as the two home-invaders loomed over him. Reggie lunged at Antoine and the little guy flinched; as punishment, he caught to punches in the arm.

“What a little fucking pussy!” Reggie taunted as Antoine held his arm.

“Big tough muscleguy is such a little bitch!” Toots laughed. “Under all that muscle he was just a little wuss!”

The two collapsed onto the couch in fits of laughter. Chance, who’d been watching from across the room, just shook his head.

“Enough, you idiots,” Chance said, staring at his arms as he flexed for his own amusement. A smile spread across his face as he took a few steps, taking in the dimensions of his thick quads as they pushed each other out of the way. “Ant, head to the kitchen and cook me some breakfast. I need to fuel up for what I have planned today.”

Antoine looked at all three of them in shock. “No fucking way!” he said. Antoine’s voice came out sounding shrill and whiny, easily the most infuriating part of the entire situation.

“Little cuss is mouthy, ain’t he?” Toots remarked.

“I guess we need to smack him around more!” Reggie suggested.

Chance walked behind the couch, then squatted and easily lifted it up, dumping his two comrades onto the floor with ease.

“The fuck–?” Reggie said as the two collected themselves.

“Go upstairs, both of you,” Chance ordered. “I need to deal with little Ant here.”

“But why can’t we–”

“NOW!” It was Chance’s turn to lunge, and both of his buddies immediately scurried as they saw his upper body mass flare, the veins in his neck pulsing. He seemed to have gotten six inches wider in that moment.

When they heard the upstairs bedroom door slam shut, Chance walked around the couch and squatted before Antoine. He offered a hand; Antoine hesitated before finally taking it. The ease with which he was yanked to his feet really hammered home how light he was now. He’d been so heavy before, took up so much space, but not anymore.

“Let’s have a little chat, shall we?” Chance said, directing Antoine to sit on the couch by the shoulders. Antoine could hardly resist.

“Wh-what’s there to chat about?” Antoine stammered. He couldn’t help but shiver at the sheer size of Chance. He’d seen massive dudes before, some of the biggest men in the world, but he’d always been at least in the same league.

“You’re still in denial,” Chance said as he casually stomped a foot down and made his quad wobble back and forth. “Ha,” he chuckled as he watched the huge mass move. “I tried to do that all morning but I finally got it. How’s it look?”

Antoine just shook his head.

“So here’s the reality of the situation,” Chance said, his voice now low but stern. “All this muscle I took from you… I’m not attached to it. I want you to realize that. You may think there’s a way out of this… like, I guess, calling the cops? That’s your only hope, right? Because you can’t overpower me. You can’t even overpower fucking Toots.”

Antoine turned away, unable to deny the truth of Chance’s words.

“See, if I get bored of this situation, I’m gone. I’ll just give all this muscle to a homeless man and disappear. If I want to get big again, I can just go to Vegas. Tons of guys with big juicy muscles there. I can try them all on for size, then just toss them away. All this?” he said, gesturing to his rippling body. “It’s nothing to me. But it’s everything to you. I know that. And you’re never going to get it back unless you get on my good side.”

Toots came stomping down the stairs. “Dude, CHANCE!” he said, gasping from the short run. “There’s some gigantic guy coming up the walk! He’s coming here, bro! He’s like… huge!”

“Bigger than me?” Chance asked, raising an eyebrow.

Toots shrugged. “I dunno, you’re both humongous. It’s tough to compare.”

Chance smiled and shook his head as a loud pounding came at the door.

“Antoine?” called a voice. “Yo, buddy, I got your text. You okay brother?”

“Get upstairs,” Chance said in a whisper. Toots immediately fled. “You know who that is, you little shit?” Chance said, thumbing at the door as he grabbed Antoine’s shoulder with one beefy hand.

“I… I dunno,” Antoine started. Chance gave him a rough shake, and Antoine spit out the answer: “It’s Regan… my friend Regan… I texted him before you guys got over here last night.”

Chance smirked and shook his head. “Nice try, Ant. I had your phone when your skinny little ass ran naked down the street. You didn’t have it back until we got over here.”

“Antoine? Buddy?” Regan said, once again pounding on the door. “Bro, I can see your car is here. Say something or I’m coming in.”

“That was a big mistake, Ant,” Chance said with a sinister grin. “If you don’t make your big musclehead buddy leave, I’m just going to shift all this mass to his body. How big do you think a man would have to be for his bones to start breaking? Would your pal’s heart be able to support 600 pounds of muscle or it would it just explode? I’m not fucking around. I can do it from here, through the door.”

“All right that’s it, I’m breaking the door down–”

“REGAN!” Antoine shouted, doing his best to imitate the way he used to sound. It was still a little too high. “Uh, hey, buddy… Sorry about the mixup.”

“Dude, open the door!” Regan said. “You okay?”

“No, I… uh… have… Covid!” Antoine looked up at Chance, who approved of his decision. He lessened his mighty grip.

“Covid? You fucking serious? What’s with the text you sent me this morning?”

“Uh, I just… had a crazy fever last night. I don’t even remember sending that text. Don’t come in, buddy. I don’t want to get you sick!”

There was a long pause before Regan spoke up again. “Shit. You sound awful, man. Get some rest… Text me if you need anything, all right?”

Antoine faked a cough. “Will do man! Thanks!”

He relaxed as he heard Regan’s car pulling away. Chance released his grip.

“Good work, Ant, but you’re going to have to make up for that mistake. Make me breakfast.”

Antoine looked up at Chance, who had crossed his arms, making him look even thicker and more imposing. With his only hopes now driving away, he weakly stood and went into the kitchen. Chance followed, the floor shaking with each of his footsteps.

“I don’t have much,” Antoine said as he opened his fridge to reveal stacks of tupperware containers and several dozen egg cartons. He pulled open the freezer and removed a pack of frozen chicken. “I can make some eggs, but I don’t have any cheese or bacon…”

“Make me what you would eat,” Chance said. Antoine turned around, confused. “I want to eat like a bodybuilder. I look the part, now I want to live the part.” He flexed his torso to illustrate the point.

“I’d just have eggs and oatmeal,” Antoine said weakly. “Not even any fruit. Are you sure…?”

“Little man, I want to live like one of the big guys,” Chance said, planting his hands on his hips and spreading his lats as he started up at the ceiling like a superhero. “I want you to make us breakfast, then we’re going to the gym. You’re going to show me how to do all the stuff you’d normally do. You practice doing, like… the flexes and stuff, right?”

“Posing,” Antoine corrected.

“Yes! Exactly. I’ll grab some of those skimpy little undies of yours…”

“Posing trunks.”

“...whatever. And you take pics of me while you show me how to… do all that stuff.” Chance punched a huge fist into his palm. “Fuck yeah. Get cooking! I want to get started on all this!”

Reggie and Toots came into the room just then. “Man, that guy was a monster!” Reggie said. “You could probably take him, though, Chance.”

“He won’t be back,” Chance informed them.

“What are we doing about breakfast?” Toots said as he shoved Antoine aside and looked in the fridge. “I don’t want to eat this shit.”

“Order a pizza. Little Ant’s treat,” Chance said with a wink. “That’s how he’s going to make it up to you for calling his roidhead friend over.”

“Hey Ant,” Toots said, slapping Antoine in the shoulder. “Is your buddy’s dick, like, all shrunken up and shit? Does he have little raisin nuts because of roids?”

“Bet he stuffs a sock in his panties before he oils himself up,” Reggie added.

“Both of you, shut the fuck up,” Chance ordered. The forcefulness of his command silenced them both. “We’re gonna be gone for the day. I want you two to stay here, IN the house. Don’t answer the door for anybody. Got it?”

Toots’ face fell. “Aw, you’re bailing on us?”

“It’s cool,” Reggie said, giving Toots a shove. “You guys go do your thing. I’m getting kind of bored of having this little shit around anyway.”

Antoine just stood there taking it all in, now a passive observer in his life.

***

Chance glanced over at little Ant, who kept staring at his feet. The undersized little bitch was probably still upset that his feet didn’t touch the floor in his own truck. After dressing him up in some of Toots’ clothes (which still looked ridiculously baggy on him), Chance had offered him the opportunity to drive just to see him struggle to reach the pedals. As he reached down to adjust the seat, Chance just shoved him aside and snatched the keys from him.

“What do you think?” Chance said as they pulled into a gym parking lot. “This place look good?” The sign read, “Global Gym” and the parking lot was mostly full. Chance wanted to show off his body in front of a lot of people.

Ant stared out the window with a sigh. “I think it might work,” he said. “It’s gotta be a place where they won’t recognize me…”

Chance laughed. “You actually think ANYBODY would recognize you now? Why, because of your dumb little accent? Let’s go.”

Chance grabbed Antoine’s hefty gym bag and slung it over his shoulder. It felt good to strut across the parking lot, knowing more and more people inside were scoping out the new titan the closer he got. It felt even better to see little Ant struggling to keep up.

Chance clocked the two young guys at the front desk lighting up as he stepped inside. He let the door swing shut, almost knocking Ant out of the way. One employee leaned to the other and whispered, “Is that guy a pro?” The other, a fit blonde in his 20s, leapt to his feet.

“Uh, hello, sir!” he said. “Are you new at Global Gym? I’m Tony, the manager here.”

Chance eyed Tony up and down. Yesterday, he probably would have described him as a jock meathead, but ever since he became a 300 pound monster, his perspective had shifted. He smiled down at the guy with a look of pity. Look at the cute little guy; he thinks he has muscles!

“Are you a pro?” said the other employee, running up to shake Chance’s hand as well. He was bald, with tribal tattoos around his biceps (visible because he had rolled up his sleeves) with two nipple rings clearly visible through his polo. “You look familiar… I’m Glen, by the way.”

Chance looked down at Ant, who might as well have been invisible to the two men. “Yeah, I’m a pro. Name’s Chance. You’ve seen me in magazines.”

“I knew I recognized you,” Tony said. Chance resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “Look, we usually don’t do this, but I could easily grant you a guest pass today if you mention Global Gym on your social media accounts…”

Chance shook his head. Big guys get treated like royalty all the time, just like I thought. “Yeah, sounds good. Only thing is, my buddy here is gonna need a guest pass too.”

Chance looked back to see Ant standing behind him, meekly peering around with a half-hearted wave.

“Yeah, we could make an exception… does he, like do your photography for you?” Tony asked, regarding Ant dismissively.

“He’s just a guy I help out sometimes,” Chance said. “I was gonna give him a training session today. Try to stack some muscle on that scrawny frame.” He glanced down at Ant, savoring his grimace and the defeated look at the floor.

Tony looked back at Glen and swallowed hard. “Look, Chance, sir… we do have a policy here that only Global Gym certified staff are allowed to train clients here…”

Glen winced. “Tony, dude, he’s a pro! Let him do it!”

“If it’s okay with you, sir…” Tony said. “Glen here could take your friend through an intro training session. You look pretty new to gyms, buddy. How’s that sound?”

Chance couldn’t repress his wide grin. He glanced down at Ant, wide-eyed and gleeful. “How’s that sound, Ant? Glen can show you the ropes!” Ant started to back away but Chance caught him by the shirt and pulled him forward. “C’mon, little guy. Don’t chicken out. You owe me for that little episode this morning still, I think. You go with Glen so I can have some fun on my own. Sound good?”

Ant only came up to Glen’s belly button. Chance loved this; even next to a normal-sized guy, he still looked scrawny. He felt pure satisfaction as Ant finally relented, going along with Glen as the dopey gymbro produced a clipboard and a stopwatch. It was nice to see the little shit finally doing as he was told.

As Chance walked through the gym, he could feel all the eyes on him. He noticed a few smokeshows on the booty blaster machine and made his pecs bounce. All three women openly gawked at him, eyes glued to his enormous body. He still couldn’t believe how many times Tony had called him “sir”--more times than he’d heard in his entire life! This was an entirely different way to live.

He still had no idea what to do in a gym, however. He’d been counting on Ant to direct him through. He glanced across the gym and saw little Ant doing lunges. Glen reached out and grabbed the little guy as he wobbled unsteadily. Chance wondered if he’d stolen more than just the muscles; had Ant lost his know-how? Was he fumbling through his workout because he was weak, or because Chance had taken that athletic ability away from him?

He turned back to the dumbbell rack and walked toward the far end, spotting dumbbells that looked way too massive for human use. 100 pounds… Bet I can still life it! Chance grabbed the massive weights and marveled at how easily he lifted them. These things have to be mismarked. Am I really holding a hundo in each hand? Sure enough, he was able to curl each dumbbell–with a little effort, of course, but even he was surprised as his enormous arms bulged and thickened as he raised each one for multiple reps. Some nearby gymgoers had pulled out cameras to take pictures. He saw a big-tittied blonde eyeing him hungrily and threw her a wink. That’s right, baby. I’m a walking wet dream now–a fucking demigod!

He tossed the weights back on the rack and walked over to check on Ant, who was struggling to curl a tiny little bar as Glen cheered him on. The scrawny runt was sweating like he’d just run a marathon, but Glen counted his fourth rep out loud before he failed and let it fall down.

“Hey, Tony,” Chance said as he approached the front desk. “Who’s the biggest guy here?”

Tony stammered as he stared up at the big man leaning on his desk. “Uh, well… you, easily, man!”

“No, I mean… before I showed up, who’s the ‘big guy’ around these parts?”

Tony thought for a moment before finally saying, “Well, that’d be Vinnie… but he’s not a pro. He probably will be soon, though. He’s in the posing room right now if you want me to introduce you.” Tony pointed at a door all the way across the gym.

Chance shook his head with a satisfied smirk. “No need, buddy. I’ll introduce myself. And don’t worry; your little gym will get a nice shout-out on my Instagram.”

The posing room was lined with mirrors like a fun house. As Chance walked in, the big blonde bohunk inside lost his focus and stumbled. Chance took a look at him; it was getting hard to decide what “big” was since everyone else was smaller than he was. This Vinnie guy was nearly as tall as Chance, but had to be at least forty pounds smaller. Chance held up a hand as Vinnie stared at him. Chance tried to read the look in his eyes; jealousy? Admiration? Irritation? It had to be a blend of all three.

“Don’t let me interrupt,” Chance said. “Just wanted to hit some poses before I take off. Nice trunks though.” Chance couldn’t help but notice the guy’s package in the navy blue pouch. He couldn’t wait to unveil his own body.

“You a pro?” Vinnie asked as he stared at Chance, mouth agape.

“Yeah, you could say that,” Chance said. He peeled off his tank top and yanked down his sweatpants, giving his stuffed purple posers a jostle. “I hear you’re trying to be a pro?” Vinnie nodded as Chance raised his arms and did his best impersonation of a muscleman. “You’ll get there one day.” Chance strutted toward the mirror, noting Vinnie’s laser-focus as he passed. He did his best imitation of the pictures Antoine had in his house, flexing his arms and pecs and leaning forward with a grimace, then throwing his hands behind his head and letting his massive abs crunch into a sickening display of muscularity. The whole time, Chance’s huge cock bounced.

Before he’d arrived, Chance had been worried about seeming awkward in this big body, but he took to it naturally. His posing was still awkward; clearly he hadn’t magically stolen Antoine’s years of experience as he’d wondered before, but at his size, it didn’t matter. He could walk into a competition and steal the top prize with ease. Guys like Vinnie, who had trained for years, didn’t stand a chance.

But while Chance was clearly bigger (evident in the hundred reflections of himself in every mirrored wall of the room), Vinnie’s body looked more finely hewned. Vinnie, clearly frazzled by the behemoth invading his space, noticed it too.

“You bulking?” Vinnie said, hitting a pose that showed off ropey veins standing out through paper-thin skin. “You look pretty offseason.”

Chance bristled at what he perceived as a dig (although he really couldn’t tell; this was the first time a bodybuilder had ever talked to him). “I don’t think there’s ANYthing off about this,” he said, spreading his lats. Both he and Vinnie watched in the mirror as Chance’s bigger body eclipsed the smaller man’s physique.

“I’m two weeks out from a show,” Vinnie said. “Been dieting like a motherfucker.”

Chance started to put two-and-two together. Big guys, even the big behemoth freaks, didn’t get massive and shredded at the same time. When he’d absorbed Ant’s size, he’d absorbed more than just muscle. He hadn’t noticed it until he’d stood next to Vinnie; despite dwarfing the smaller man, Chance looked almost soft next to him.

“Two weeks out, hunh?” Chance said as he pulled his sweatpants back on. He slipped his hand into the pocket and fingered the small black stone tucked away at the bottom. “Good luck, buddy. You’ll blow them away, I’m sure.” He gave Vinnie a wink as he walked toward the door. Then he let loose. He felt the tingle from the stone, the electricity across his body, the momentary connection between Vinnie and himself. He heard their heartbeats in his head, synchronized for a moment before it happened.

In a moment, Vinnie’s whole body swelled like it had been puffed up with air. The change wasn’t as dramatic as the one between Ant and Chance the night before, but it was definitely noticeable. VInnie seemed to gain twenty pounds of water weight, looking like he was having an allergic reaction. His posing trunks seemed to be cutting into his slightly puffy midsection.

Meanwhile, Chance’s body had become nothing but rock-solid mass. He regretted putting his clothes back on before the shift; he really would have liked to see how his body looked now that he was “two weeks out” the way Vinnie had been a moment before. Just before the door slammed shut, Chance touched the stone again. He felt his own cock, uncomfortable in the tight pocket of his posing trunks, suddenly swell up more as Vinnie’s deflated a bit.

Stealing more than an inch of Vinnie’s cock (or shifting more than a little flab to his body) would have been too noticeable. Chance had a lot of fun planned with this body before he was done with it. It did feel good to know that he’d not only stolen the wind from Vinnie’s sails when he’d walked into that room; he’d also stolen his chances to win his competition. He’d probably be up all night measuring his dick, wondering which one of his roids had made it smaller.

Chance left the posing room beaming with pride. No amount of parading his muscle around the gym made him feel as big as the idea that he could take and give as he pleased. These big fuckers were like toys to him; all those years they spent building up muscles, but in a moment Chance could take it all away.

He felt fucking invincible.

Ant looked wrecked when Chance collected him from Glen. The little guy was gasping for breath, walking like a newborn baby deer.

“How’d he do?” Chance said to Glen as he gave Ant a rough shake.

“He did okay!” Glen said with a patronizing tone. “He’s got a ways to go in the strength department but he definitely gave it his all. Be proud of yourself, buddy!”

Chance guided Ant out the door with one hand on his back. “Are you proud of yourself buddy?”

“That was… bullshit…” Ant sneered as he struggled to climb into the truck. At least he took the passenger side without a complaint this time. Little shit was learning.

“Well, I had a blast,” Chance said. “Tomorrow let’s go to a different gym.”

“Tomorrow?!” Ant said, exasperated.

Chance looked at his face into the rearview mirror. His cheeks seemed sunken in, his jaw even sharper than before.

“Wait, you look different!” Ant said.

Chance shifted uncomfortably in his clothes as he started the truck. “I feel a little… smaller, actually…” he said, wondering if he was still over 300 pounds. He’d have to weigh himself when he got home. He lifted up his shirt and marveled at the rippling slabs underneath. “But… FUCK! Look how fucking shredded I got!”

“How… how did you do that?” Ant said.

“Don’t hyperventilate, little buddy,” Chance replied. “I just learned the difference between ‘offseason’ and ‘contest’ shape… and you were ‘offseason’ when I took all your muscle, so I was too. And now… think I could win a contest?” He peeled off his shirt and flexed his biceps. While he was still enormous, he’d lost a touch of the overwhelming mass he’d had, having traded it for freakish vascularity.

“You can just… change like that?” Ant said.

“No, but I can get rid of the parts of me I don’t like,” Chance said. “And now a guy back there is going to be doing double sessions of cardio to try to lose the little layer of pudge I donated. It’s funny, you think all big guys are just muscle, but there’s a lot more to their bodies than that. I never would have thought of bodybuilders as being ‘fat’ before today!”

Ant’s jaw hung open. Chance reached out and closed it with a finger.

“No more of that,” Ant said. “Please. I’ll do whatever you want. No more changing people. Please.”

Chance liked the sound of Ant begging now. It had finally hammered home who had the power in their relationship. You just had to ask us to turn the music down, didn’t you?

“Music to my ears, Ant,” Chance said as he pulled into Antoine’s driveway, patting his little sidekick on his sweaty head. “Ugh. You need a shower.”

“My front door’s open,” Ant remarked as Chance put the truck in park.

“The fuck?” Chance said as he got out of the car. Ant leapt down from his side, approaching the house cautiously.

“You think the guys left it open?” Ant said. Chance pushed little Ant out of the way and charged in the front door. In the living room he found a huge bodybuilder holding Toots in a choke hold. Reggie stood there with his hands in the air, pale as a ghost.

“The fuck are you?” Chance boomed, thrusting his big chest out. The guy was a few inches shorter than Chance but just as stuffed with muscles. He instantly hated his prettyboy haircut and his stupid beard.

“The fuck are YOU?” the bodybuilder boomed. He squeezed his hold on Toots even harder, lifting him off the ground. Toots’ feet kicked weakly; his face turned purple. “The fuck are you doing in Antoine’s house?”

“Regan!” Ant said, immediately slapping a hand over his mouth. The big guy–clearly the same fellow who’d beaten on the door that morning–started to relax as his eyes narrowed. He clearly recognized who Ant was, but his pea-sized brain was too slow in putting it together.

“Tell him to put Toots down!” Reggie begged.

Chance just sneered. He could feel the sudden warmth of the stone in his pocket even through the layer of fabric between it and his skin. In a heartbeat he unleashed its power.

Toots’ feet hit the ground hard as Regan deflated in a blink of an eye, his still-belted jeans hitting the ground. In that same blink, Toots and Reggie’s bodies blew up. Stitches popped in their clothes as their beefed up bodies stretched them to their limits. Their shoes split open, their muscular abdomens suddenly showing as their elongating limbs pulled their shirts and pants apart.

Now that Toots outweighed little Regan, he toppled over, knocking the shrunken bodybuilder (in his billowing, now-gigantic tee shirt) right out of his shoes.

“H-holy… shit!” Reggie said. As he bent his arms, his sleeves split open. He took a step and the thighs of his pants tore apart. “I’m fucking… HUGE!”

“You’re big,” Chance said, “but I’M huge.”

Ant ran forward to help his friend. “Fuck, no… no… no!” He threw his scrawny arms around his equally skinny buddy, pulling him away from Toots, who was admiring the newly-added muscles in his own body.

“What the… what the fuck?” little Regan said, his voice equally matching his weak little body. All that muscle, gone in an instant.

Chance slammed the door shut, locking it. “Well, it looks like we’ll have TWO little servants during our stay here,” Chance said, looming over the two half-pints staring up at him. “Ant, you better keep your buddy in line. I’m afraid it might be a bit before my boys here know their own strength, and I’d hate to see either of you getting hurt.”