Resolutions (Patreon)

With his first workout of the New Year in the books, Calvin headed to his car. He walked with a stuttered gait, his leg muscles–what were the called, quads?--wobbling with each step. “Damn, sitting on the toilet tomorrow is going to be TOUGH!”

Just like in the bodybuilder memes. He beamed with pride.

He froze in place when a couple of the bigger guys in their tanktops and tight shorts strutted by, built like gorillas. Calvin’s eyes latched onto their bouncing butts and the way their shirt clung to their wide, rippling backs like a second skin. How could a body so big fit into clothing that skimpy? He wondered.

He recognized both of the men from inside. He had avoided them as he worked out, trying to stay out of their way like a smaller fish in the wake of whales.

At one point, he used the pulldown machine–what was the name for it? Was it just “pulldown machine”?--pulling 100 pounds with a bit of a struggle (which he was proud of). When the big guys used it later, he noticed they were yanking up the entire stack of metal plates with ease.

Maybe he should hire a trainer? He wondered. He had no idea about which exercises to do, or even what kinds of foods to eat. What did those big guys always put in their tupperware containers? Just chicken and broccoli? The idea of one day being as big as they were seemed impossible, but wasn’t this what his resolution was all about? If he was going to really commit to this gym thing, he should dive all in, he thought. He had never been one of the “jock” guys in his life, but he was 28. He had time to make changes!

Or, he thought, maybe guys like those muscley jocks were always going to edge him out. This gym, he thought as he glanced back through the lit-up glass windows watching all of the phenomenal bodies pumping and flexing, was THEIR place. He was an interloper. What gave him the right to show up here and try to take over? Just because he wanted to bulk up?

All the jocks performed their exercises with ease, their powerful bodies pumping up before Calvin’s eyes. Meanwhile, he meandered around, probably wasting his time. With a sigh, he looked down at the expensive gym clothes he had just purchased and tossed his bag into the trunk of his car.

He may as well drink some of that expensive “weight gainer” shake he had bought, even though he had no idea if it was even good for growing muscles. The guy on the container sure was big, though!

Two scoops in his brand new “shake cup” (good lord, his credit card had gotten more of a workout so far this year than he had!) and he gulped down the chalky mixture. He could vaguely taste the “vanilla blast” advertised on the outside, but mostly it reminded him of sawdust.

“Holy shit,” said a voice behind him. “Can’t believe how small I used to be.”

Calvin spun around, startled to realize he wasn’t alone anymore. He saw the man’s outline first: wide shoulders, bulging arms, a thick neck with bulky shoulders supporting the tiny little straps of his skin-tight tank top. Good god, his LEGS! They were as big as both of Calvin’s legs combined! This guy seemed even bigger than the two jocks who had just left.

Then the big man stepped into the light. Calvin gasped. “You… you look just like…”

It was Calvin’s face! Of course, some things were a bit different: the man’s face had smoother lines, not quite as round as Calvin’s, and the jawline was more defined. But the glasses were identical!

“It’s not just that I look like you,” the man said in a voice identical to Calvin’s. “I AM you, from five years in the future. Look how we turn out, little me! Pretty good, right?” Muscley Calvin flexed his arms. The smaller version could only stare, gobsmacked.

“I… this isn’t… possible, is it?” Calvin stammered.

“Look, the time travel part is tough to stomach,” future Calvin began, holding up his hands. (Even those were thicker!) “But there’s a guy who belongs to this gym named Ivan Kerris, and he’s a scientist. He thinks you’re cute, and really takes a shine to you as you bulk up, and eventually he events this time gate… it’s a whole thing…”

Calvin glanced around, waiting for a camera crew to leap out and reveal that it was all an elaborate prank. He took a cautious step toward the thicker version. Future Calvin seemed a little taller–no, he just stood up straighter.

“I… I wear hats backwards in the future?” he said with a smirk.

Future Calvin shrugged–holy moly, HUGE shoulders!--and pulled it off, revealing a trimmed down hairstyle that lacked the younger Calvin’s messy curls. “Yeah, well, I know I… we used to think it looked dumb, but my… your style changes as you put on size.”

“‘Put on size,’” Calvin quoted, an eyebrow raised.

“By the way, that weight gainer is garbage,” future Calvin interjected. “You’ll put on some mass, but just use whey protein isolate and cream of rice from now on. Trust me, you’ll be glad you started earlier, like I wish I did.”

Calvin nodded quietly. “You could travel through time and you decided to come HERE?”

Future Calvin put a meaty hand on Present Calvin’s shoulder. “Look, bud, I get that you’re struggling with what you want right now, but this body of yours has the genetic potential to grow… and grow HUGE! I’d always wished I started earlier, and since I… we spend the first year at the gym kind of struggling before we meat Drake–”

“Drake?” Present Calvin asked. “Who’s Drake?”

“Your trainer,” Future Calvin said. Then his blocky cheeks flushed. “And then boyfriend, and then ex-boyfriend, then off-and-on fuck-buddy. But he’s always your trainer, and he teaches you everything you need to know about getting huge. Soon as you hook up with him, BOOM. You get massive. Better start tomorrow, I say.”

The two heard a sizzling noise from behind Calvin’s car. Future Calvin glanced in the direction of the sound first; present Calvin had to work to pull his gaze away from this jockified version of himself.

It looked like someone had carved a hole in space with a blowtorch: a signed opening hung in midair, seemingly a gate to another world. Beyond it was a sterile metallic room with blinking lights.

“The Time Gate,” Future Calvin muttered as he saw it. He seemed just as surprised as Present Calvin.

They both gasped as a gargantuan man walked–no, WADDLED–through. He stood the same height as the other two Calvins, but he seemed to be four feet wide! He carried a stink with him, a musky gym-funk emanating from him as he approached.

His body was so thick with muscle he wouldn’t be able to squeeze into Calvin’s driver’s seat, much less through a normal-sized door. Enormous, bloated pecs hung out so far it was doubtful the man could see any of his body below them. His back was so overgrown that his thick arms hung out at an angle. He had to swing his awkward torso as he walked, as if he couldn’t maintain a forward locomotion without gaining momentum first.

Calvin was struck by the man’s pierced nipples, the veins spreading through his skin, the bloated gut that was still rippling with striated abdominal muscles, and legs that each seemed as big around as Calvin’s whole body.

This man was a powerhouse–a FREAK. This guy couldn’t go anywhere without being stared at. He couldn’t fit in airplanes or in bus seats. Elevators probably groaned when he climbed aboard! As he got closer, Calvin noticed he had a shiny piercing through his septum.

Like a bull, Calvin thought. His nipples tingled. His dick twitched. It was no surprise that the freak’s face resembled Calvin’s, although he seemed more like an older brother than an exact copy. His visage was as hard and blocky as his muscles.

Calvin knew exactly what had happened. “You changed time,” Calvin whispered to his future self.

“Fuck,” the brute said. With some effort (it was tough to bend arms as thick as his) the freak plucked his hat off his head. He had a tight mohawk underneath. This guy was like a fantasy version of Calvin, one he’d always dreamt of but had never had the guts to pursue. “I forgot how small I used to be…” he said, looking at Calvin. Then, at Future Calvin (or, rather, “Calvin 2”) he said, “Damn, bro, I remember you being WAY bigger!”

“You’re me?!” Calvin 2 said, gawking at the monster. He started walking behind the beast. “DAMN! Your fucking GLUTES!”

“Yeah,” Calvin 3 said, making his absurdly thick butt muscles bounce and flex in his spandex shorts. “You like? When I saw yours, I knew I had the potential for a big ass, so I just focused on it…”

“Holy shit, I never thought I could get THAT huge!” Calvin 2 said, reaching out to touch Calvin 3’s bicep. The larger man smirked, flexing his powerful arm for admiration. He chuckled as Calvin 2 traced the fuel-line sized veins snaking through the rock-hard mound.

“See, YOU never WILL BE this huge,” Calvin 3 said. “But HE will be someday,” Calvin 3 said, pointing a sausage-thick finger in Calvin 1’s direction. “That’s why I came back. I wanted to jumpstart things like steroids, quitting your job, getting into muscle worship stuff to pay the bills.” He turned to Calvin 1, ignoring Calvin 2’s continued pawing at his bloated musclebod.

“Trust me, you can put on size way faster than you realize,” Calvin 3 explained. “The trainer THIS guy sends you to,” he said, thumbing back at Calvin 2 (who was lost, burying his face in the crevices of Calvin 3’s back muscles), “is too conservative. We need to get you on some harder PEDs right away, really push the limits. Two-a-days, deadlift in the AMs, growth hormones… I mean, you’ll get there eventually. Obviously.” Each of his cooked turkey-sized pecs crunched up alternately, then together. “But let’s get you there sooner. REALLY push the boundaries on size. Blow some fucking minds! Trust me, my bodybuilding career is great, but it could be WAY better.”

They heard a crackling again. Behind all three of the men was another burning hole in the air. A muscular man wrapped in head-to-toe leather strutted through, stroking his moustache.

“Well, FUCK me,” he said, looking at the three versions of the same man. “Damn, you told me you used to be small,” he said in Calvin 1’s direction, “but I didn’t realize what a little slip of a thing you were!”

“Who the fuck are you?” Calvin 3 said, strutting forward with his massive body flexed. The leatherbound man licked his lips and smiled.

“DOWN, boy,” he ordered, but Calvin 3 was hesitant. “Aw, don’t worry. You learn to be WAY more obedient where I’m from.”

“Where are you from?” Calvin 2 asked, leaping forward to defend Calvin 1. “Who the fuck are you?!”

The man looked at the two powerful studs before him. “I’m Jameson Rake,” he said. “I’m a growth master. And YOU,” he said to Calvin 1, “follow this big fella’s advice and blow up like a tick. That is, until I find you and take over. Then we blow minds, boy. We get you bigger than anything anyone has ever seen. And you soak it all up! Never seen anyone with the potential to grow that you have. Plus, you stop caring about anything other than getting huge. Makes you the perfect muscle pet for me. You and me, we have a hell of a relationship. But I realized, especially with the help of our scientist friend, that if I met you earlier, I could REALLY carve you into something truly inhuman… make both of our wildest dreams come true.”

Jameson’s words had all three Calvins entranced. Something about the deep, rumbling baritone from this man. He was an alpha, despite being smaller even than Calvin 2. All three of them wanted to obey him. They had all been waiting for a man like this for their entire lives. Tthey just didn’t realize it.

“Thing is,” Calvin 2 said, his voice shaky, “you just changed your future. You can’t go back there now!”

Jameson nodded slowly. “Aw, poor boy. Thinking was your strong suit UNTIL you got into weights, then it was all muscles. You forgot that too, hunh? You can’t ever go home again once you walk through that time gate and muck with the past. Neither can you, bull,” he said to Calvin 3.

“So how about this,” Jameson said. “The three of us are heading to our NEW future.” He poked Calvins 2 and 3 in their brawny chests. Each of the men moaned softly when he touched them. “I was smart enough to get a portable time gate. So we’ll jump ahead 5 years and make ourselves at home in whatever world YOU,” he said to Calvin 1, “put together for us. Keep us in mind, of course. We’ll need a place to stay in the new future. And I can’t wait to have these two little freaks to experiment on.”

Jameson clicked a button in his hand and a new glowing portal appeared behind him. “REady, boys?”

Calvins 2 and 3 had abandoned whatever plans they had arrived with. Jameson was in charge now. They walked forward like well-trained pets.

“GOOD boys,” Jameson said. He looked back at Calvin 1 and winked. “And YOU, boy, look me up. I’ll be surprised to see someone as small as you, but trust me, if you’re persistent, I’ll take you in and make all your growth dreams come true.”

Then Jameson and the two future Calvins walked through the glowing portal. It sizzled and sealed shut, leaving Calvin alone with his dreams for the future. His dick was ramrod hard, his chest bursting with hope for his future.