Less Than a Man

[giantr]

"Hey, when you come to a stopping point, can I ask you something?" Stephanie asked her boyfriend that was deep in gaming - chips littered his slovenly, pudgy, and dirty body as his eyes were fixed on the TV in front of him with his fingers whizzing all over his controller resting on his gut. 

 

Despite this, he replied, "You can ask me now, Steph. What's up?" She doubted he was actually listening, but maybe it was better he was distracted?

 

"My friend is flying in tomorrow and is going to stay here for a few days for a competition. Would you mind picking him up from the airport tomorrow? It would help me out by not taking time off work."

 

Being unemployed and living in his girlfriend's house, Zack didn't really see a good reason why he couldn't and he also wanted to earn his keep somehow. He emphatically agreed and Steph sighed in relief, then kissed him on the cheek. She walked off to get ready for bed, knowing he was unlikely to join her until she was fast asleep. 

 

He did spend the next few hours gaming with his friends, completely forgetting about what she'd asked, but he climbed into bed with her eventually as a big spoon holding her despite her having a good few inches on him.

 

—

He awoke to a text from Stephanie, and upon reading it, he realized it wasn't the only one.

 

"Hey, just so you know, his flight gets in around noon. His name's Jason," she wrote. Then, about ten minutes later: "I gave him your number so that you guys can link up. I think he's gonna pass you his flight information when he lands so you know where to meet him." About an hour later: "Did you get my messages? It's getting kinda late in the morning." And finally, a half an hour later: "Okay, I'm about to call to make sure you can still go get him, but if you're up, please just respond."

 

Zack's eyes shot open and he looked to the clock - it was about 11:30. No wonder she was concerned, shit, he thought. He quickly replied, "Yeah, sorry, I just woke up. Don't worry, they take forever to get off the plane anyway."

 

He quickly got up and threw on some cleaner clothes, knowing he didn't have much time for a shower. He looked back at his phone, where his girlfriend had texted, "Okay, but traffic sucks. Gotta get going!" He nodded to nobody in particular and threw on some shoes, grabbed his car keys, and left.

 

Traffic indeed was horrific, and he was looking at the clock the whole time, but doubted he'd make it. He was still about 20 minutes away from the airport when it hit noon, and even worse, about 15 minutes later he got a text that was read aloud from his car's computer: "Hey bud, this is Jason. Plane just landed, and I think we are at baggage claim 8? Thanks for coming to get me!"

 

Zack thought about responding, but instead decided to focus on finding where he could park in this maze of an airport. It took him about 10 minutes to do so, and was thankful this guy hadn't texted him again since he was already rushing and didn't want to make a bad impression. He raced into the airport, searched for a sign to tell him where to go, then huffed when he realized it was basically across the airport. He booked it, running for the first time since he could remember.

 

Finally he got to the right area and slowed down, but panicked when he found the right carousel: there were only a few people there, like a few kids and a couple of older couples. He looked around, but people were just milling about the other carousels waiting for their bags and nobody seemed to be rushing there. Zack brought his phone up and started walking, texting Jason: "I'm sorry if I missed you! I just got to the right place, I think"

 

No sooner did he hit send then he felt the top of his tilted head slam into a wall. He looked up, but the wall turned out to be a green t-shirt seemingly painted on the back of a tall buff man.

 

The man turned around and Zack had to leap back to avoid being clocked by a huge tricep to the face. Zack quickly got the words "I'm sorry!" out before the beast fully faced him, his chest so gargantuan they seemed to close the distance between the two of them, except it was a little higher up than Zack's eyes. The man looked down with a frown, but his expression instantly changed to a smile.

 

"No worries, little guy! I'm a bit in the way too - just got lost trying to find the right baggage claim!" At that moment, both of them noticed the big man's phone sound off in the shovel he called a hand, and he brought it up to his face to look at it.

 

Zack looked back at his own phone, wondering if Jason had responded yet, but he hadn't. He looked back up and tried to peer around the man's wide lats, but he might as well have been an airplane himself with those wings. 

 

"Sorry to bother you little man," the guy said, snapping Zack's attention all the way up to his face more than a foot away from his. "Do you happen to be Steph's friend? Zack?"

 

Zack's eyes widened. This…it can't be. But he nodded anyway.

 

"Oh sweet, I'm Jason!" the man said happily, thumping his hand on his chest. 

 

Zack's breath was taken away. You'd think Steph would mention, Hey, just so you can recognize him, he's an absolute stud of a man and oh yeah, a pro bodybuilder. 

 

“Something wrong?” Jason asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

Zack snapped out of it. “No, no, just…caught me by surprise, that’s all.”

 

“Haha, yeah, I’m a big boy!” he seemed to shout, and offered his left bicep flexed above Zack to drive his point home. Good Lord, that thing is like the size of my head, Zack thought, not even looking at it straight on since it was about a foot above him.

 

Feeling a little emasculated, Zack tried to save face. “Uh, no, I meant uh, just lucky that I bumped into you. Literally,” he said, fake laughing a bit to cover his insecurity. 

 

“No sweat, dude,” he said smiling. “Let’s get on to the baggage claim so I can get my stuff and we can be outta here!” 

 

Zack nodded and turned around to lead Jason back a few steps to the right carousel. He glanced at the sign above it clearly marking it “Baggage Claim 8”, and was comforted that while he wasn’t jacked, at least he was smart enough to look at the signs and not get lost. 

 

By now the area was full of passengers and suitcases were already revolving. Zack looked up at Jason, whose eyes were fixed on each passing bag, and looked back to between the crowd of people around it. “What does your bag look like?” he asked casually.

 

Jason shifted and leaned down toward Zack, not looking away from the bags, but a big grin was on his face. “Sorry little bud, did you say something?”

 

“I –” Zack was getting a little tired of being called, well, little, but he maintained his composure. “I just wondered what your bag looks like so I could help you look for it.”

 

Jason nodded and straightened up, replying, “Ah no problem, dude, I’m taller than all these folks and can see it probably better than you can! Thanks though! In fact…” he said, leaning forward. He took one stride toward the crowd and leaned over another average sized man, then hoisted a big black duffel bag up and over the man. He turned back to Zack with a smile and said, “Ready when you are!” He slung the duffel bag’s strap over his mountainous shoulder and extended his hand as if to say “Lead the way”. 

 

Zack turned and started walking away from the crowd. He felt Jason’s big presence next to him, and he thought about apologizing for parking so far away, but he didn’t want Jason to bend over to hear him again so he stayed silent, and thankfully, so did Jason.

 

At least until they got to the elevator to get to the parking garage, when Jason hit his head on the top of the entrance and recoiled. Zack looked to him rubbing his forehead when he yowled in pain, but he bent his knees a little and squeezed in with the elevator already with a few people in it. He bent down to say to Zack, “Dude, that’s been happening a lot lately. I must be carb-deprived from prepping for my show!”

 

Zack had no response. As Jason returned to standing straight, he took the opportunity to size him up a little more. From his back to the front of his chest had to be at least a full foot in depth, and his ass against the wall to bulging crotch seemed to be about the same, and below the chest the shirt tapered so close to his sweaty torso Zack could see the indentation where every abdominal muscle strained the green shirt. He quickly sucked in his own tummy and wished he had worn a looser shirt. He also noticed that the elevator’s other occupants, who were three younger women, were surreptitiously looking over at him too, but looked away a little too fast when they saw Zack looking at them.

 

Their floor came before the other womens’, and Zack got out quickly to show Jason the way, but looking back, Jason seemed to be a little blocked now by the women.

 

“Pardon me ladies,” he said, moving his hips around and tipping a non-existent hat to them, to which one of the women could not hide a gasp, probably at seeing that bicep flex when he did so. He exited with a grin on his face, bending down this time to get through, and the women did not blink as they watched his jeans hug every curve of his big beautiful butt aching to be freed from the confines of them, all the way until the doors shut.

 

Zack breathed out to calm himself a little and led Jason down the rows of cars to his own, which he now realized was a little…little. 

 

“This one here?” Jason asked, and Zack nodded up at him. “Good, one sec,” he said, and dropped his bag to the ground. “Just so tight from being squeezed in that plane, just gonna stretch out a sec.” And he extended his arms up so high his fingertips grazed the parking garage ceiling and exposed his lower abs as the shirt lifted, then bent from the hips forward to touch his toes - a feat which amazed Zack, being that the man’s muscles bunched up when he folded in on himself.

 

He decided to ignore this show and opened his trunk, then grabbed the bag. He lifted his hand, but was met with such resistance he couldn’t get it up. He huffed and tried again with both hands, grunting, but he could only get a little bit of the bag up.

 

“Ah, sorry, dude, I’ll get that,” Jason said, reaching over to seize the strap and casually lifted it up and into the trunk with one hand.

 

Trying to dissolve the awkwardness, Zack asked, “What, do you have dumbbells in there?” He chuckled a little, and Jason smiled saying, “Actually, yeah! I brought a few lighter things to help keep fit before my show!” 

 

At this, Zack grumpily slammed the trunk door closed and went to the driver’s side as Jason went to the other. He took an extra second to unlock the door for him out of spite, but the man climbed in and sank the car down with his bulk and scrunched his knees up to accommodate his height. He reached around for the seat belt with difficulty, and grabbed it, exchanging it to the other hand to fidget with locking it in place. He shifted slightly, shaking the car with him, and Zack saw his chest bounce once, as if he was intentionally shifting the belt into the crevice between his pecs where it disappeared. He then reached for the door handle and tried shutting it once, but his bulky arm was in the way, so he shifted a little toward Zack with his arm resting on Zack’s shoulder, then slammed it shut. He shifted back, but his bulk bunched up against the car door and even scrunching himself in close, his left arm invaded Zack’s driver side.

 

“Ready?” Zack asked impatiently. 

 

“Ah yeah, sorry, I have trouble with cars a little bit,” he chuckled self-consciously. “But I’ll do my best to not take up room.”

 

Zack glanced over, seeing the man’s chest shoved up to his chin where it rested, his arms crossed in front of him trying to hug his knees in, and suddenly felt a little bad for him, but then thought it was his fault for getting so damned big. He started the car and pulled out, then drove away to the exit, hitting a speed bump that scraped the bottom of his car - again, because of this man’s stupid bulk. He didn’t make an issue of it though and was thankful Jason didn’t make another offhand comment about his size causing the car to become a lowrider. 

 

As they approached the parking attendant, Jason exclaimed, “Oh, lemme get this for you!” Zack weakly said, “No, that’s okay,” partially hoping he would pay for it, but then looked over and saw his face was now pressed into the ceiling of the car and his arm was reaching under him, presumably for his wallet in his back pocket, but he couldn’t fit it in the space between his quad and the gear shift, so Zack said more firmly, “Really, it’s fine,” just to get him to not break his car, and he did relax, apologizing. Zack paid and drove off.

 

Now that Zack could mentally auto-pilot driving home, he had some time to seeth. I can’t believe Steph wouldn’t tell me about him. Did she think that I’d be jealous? Jealous of what? Not being able to properly fit inside a car? What makes someone want to get that grotesquely big anyway? He must have really low self-esteem and body issues - and I bet his dick isn’t even the size of my finger! I bet he doesn’t have any girls going after him like he wants people to believe, he probably gets hit on by other hungry gay dudes -

 

“Hey dude, thanks a lot for coming to get me,” Jason said, breaking Zack’s train of thought. “If it’s not too much trouble though, could we stop somewhere and get something to eat? I haven’t eaten in a couple of hours and I’m starving. I’ll even pay.”

 

Zack’s face frowned even more. Hasn’t eaten in ‘a couple of hours’ and he’s starving? Probably wouldn’t be if you weren’t the size of an elephant.

 

But Zack said, “Sure. But I don’t know if there’s anywhere we could go to get you something that won’t make you fat.” Zack smirked.

 

“Ah no problem dude, anywhere is fine,” Jason responded jovially. “I’ll figure out something! Pick wherever you want.”

 

Zack smiled evilly. There was a McDonald’s a couple of blocks from home, and while he didn’t eat there often, he thought it’d be just a small bit of revenge to make this man get some fat on him. Zack then did his best to look intently at the road so that maybe Jason wouldn’t bother him again, and it seemed to work as Jason didn’t say much other than to point out landmarks Zack was well aware of until they pulled up to the McDonald’s.

 

“Perfect!” he said as they pulled in, and Zack frowned again. Saving face I bet, he thought. Zack had thought about parking next to a car on the passenger side to make Jason have to squirm out, but he figured his car would take a beating and so would the other car, and also he just wanted to go home at this point, so he went to the drive-thru instead. 

 

He drummed his fingers on the wheel as he waited for the people in front to move, making it a point not to interact with Jason at all. He finally drove up to the speaker and gave his own order quickly, then turned to Jason.

 

He yelled past Zack, “Yeah, hey, can I also get like 6 orders of your grilled chicken salads…6 orders of plain egg whites…and like 4 hamburgers with only the bun?” Zack gave Jason an astonished look, and he shrugged, saying, “Steph said I could use your kitchen and all, but I won’t be able to get some groceries for a few hours, I think.” The speaker said the total, and Zack drove up a little for the next car to go.

 

“Oh good, one sec,” Jason said, and fished for the door handle to pop it open. He leaned out of the car and stuck his hand underneath himself, grabbing his wallet and throwing it on his lap. He then scrunched in again, leaning toward Zack, and slammed the door shut. He handed Zack his credit card with a “On me!” and a grin.

 

Zack paid a minute later and was told to park to wait for all of the food to be ready, which irked him a little more since he just wanted to go home. About ten minutes later one of the workers came out with a few bags and Zack tried to turn to place the food on the back seat, but even though he was scrunched, Jason’s arm was completely blocking his reach. He apologized to the worker, got out, took the food from her, and shoved it into his back seat. When he shut the door, he saw her eyes glued to Jason and her mouth hanging open slightly. 

 

“Thank you,” Zack snapped, trying to just get her to go away, and with a nod, she did so, but turned a second later to gaze through the window to get one last look. Zack himself got in and angrily put the car in reverse to get them home.

 

He pulled into the driveway minutes later and parked, then quickly got himself out and pulled the food from the back seat. Jason opened his side and struggled to unclip himself from the seat belt, which Zack realized when his car was shaking violently.

 

“Whoa, whoa, is something wrong?” Zack asked, annoyed, and coming over. Jason looked up at him and said, “Yeah, sorry, I think your car thinks we’re in an accident or something…the belt won’t budge.” He demonstrated by tugging on the seat belt that did not budge at all. “Could you, uh, help me out? Sorry!” His face really did look embarrassed, so Zack sighed and nodded.

 

He bent over and stuck his head an inch from Jason’s protruding chest, reaching with his right arm down to feel for the lock. He accidentally poked and prodded Jason’s jean-clad ass for several seconds until he found the button and pressed down, but the belt wouldn’t come out. There was likely, as Jason said, too much tension.

 

“Can you, I don’t know, suck in your chest?” Zack asked, his words muffled by that chest. Jason pressed his body back into the seat as much as he could and Zack tried the button again, but it still wouldn’t go. Hearing this, Jason tried heaving in a deep breath, which pushed his pecs into Zack’s face and pushed him away a little. Zack pressed the button again, but it still wasn’t working, so even more muffled from the chest he yelled, “Exhale!” and found the chest receding from his face as he felt warm air on his ear. 

 

“Alright,” he said frustrated and coming out of the car fully. “Let’s do this another way. I’m just gonna lean the seat back.” He kicked himself internally for not thinking of this BEFORE getting a faceful of another man’s chest, and bent over to grab the handle. He gave it a few tugs, and when Jason carefully scrunched himself in a little more, it released, sending the seat falling backward. Jason reached for the seat belt button and was able to unlock it, breathing a sigh of relief.

 

Zack took a step back to allow him to get out, and it was as if watching an air mattress inflate as he took a sure step out and heaved his big body all the way out and up. Zack noted he had sweat all over his shirt, but particularly in between his pecs where the already tight shirt was sticking to his chest like glue. He swung his arms back and forth a few times to stretch his back and shoulders and awkwardly stopped in the midst of his third stretch, looking at Zack with a look like he’d just shit himself.

 

“Oops, think I ripped my shirt,” he said, turning around and showing Zack his back. “Can you see?”

 

Zack could in fact see that there was a split on his upper back exposing his skin beneath, so he replied that yes, it was. Jason turned back around and said, “Dang, knew I shoulda washed more of my bigger shirts.”

 

Zack stepped away with a polite half smile, and picked up the food he’d put on the ground, opened the trunk for Jason, and waited for him to come over. He lumbered over after slamming the door closed and seized the bag with one hand again, then slammed the trunk door closed.

 

“Shall we?” he asked with a weaker grin than he’d had all day, obviously a little embarrassed from the last few minutes. Zack turned and hastily shoved his key into the door to let them in.

 

[y063banana71]

VERY into this!

[Supercrav]

I LOVE IT!

[DennisFLL]

I hope there's more chapters to come.  Curious to see where Giantr takes this well-written story and perhaps the reader experiencing Jason's bodybuilding contest.  And if anything develops between these two protagonists!

[Ro20316]

Ohh what a fine first chapter and the hope for many many more to come.

I bet not even Julia knows how Big Jason has gotten and she will be surprised.

Im kinda scared for our main guy tho if this turn out to be like other stories of thiantupe he will be a little bitch in no time.

[leathermuscle]

more more crush that wimp jason make im ur lil cuck boy

[ploder4]

2 hours ago, Ro20316 said:

Ohh what a fine first chapter and the hope for many many more to come.

I bet not even Julia knows how Big Jason has gotten and she will be surprised.

Im kinda scared for our main guy tho if this turn out to be like other stories of thiantupe he will be a little bitch in no time.

Could you imagine if the opposite happened?  Jason seems too mild mannered to me.  Maybe he has a thing for dominant fatties?

[Ro20316]

10 hours ago, ploder4 said:

Could you imagine if the opposite happened?  Jason seems too mild mannered to me.  Maybe he has a thing for dominant fatties?

Woule love that twist

[dredlifter]

Awesome!  This is one the best new stories of the summer!  Please, please continue.

I'm really enjoying Jason's pleasant, almost unintentional dominance.  He just loves being huge.  Can't wait to find out how big he really is!  

[ploder4]

3 hours ago, Ro20316 said:

Woule love that twist

A real Alpha chooses everything, even chooses when he wants to be submissive.