Less Than a Man

[giantr]

Less Than a Man: Chapter 2

 

 

 

Zack walked in and hung his keys on the rack beside the door, watching the oaf maneuvering his bulk through the door with a little difficulty then shut the door behind him. He said something about the guest bedroom and led Jason to it.

 

Jason plopped his bag on the neatly made bed and faced Zack with his hands on his hips with a thoughtful expression.

 

"Something wrong?" Zack asked.

 

"Hmm? Not at all, little dude!" Jason replied with his smile. "I was just thinking how you've been great so far, and wondered if it would be too imposing to ask to take a shower before I eat."

 

"Knock yourself out," said Zack. "Bathroom is across the hall. Already has a fresh towel and some soap. I'll just be in the living room." With that, he was about to turn away, but Jason extended his hand and said, "Thanks!"

 

Zack fought his frown and returned a polite smile as he extended his own hand. It disappeared in the shovel of Jason's grip and he felt placated by Jason's obviously loose handshake. He could tell from that python forearm and the callouses he felt that if he wanted to he could crush every bone in his hand without trying too hard. He released after a few pumps and Zack left him to do his thing. 

 

Zack tore into the food as he too had just awoken maybe two hours ago and hadn't eaten, but as he opened his burger wrapper to eat, he looked down at his pudge. He wasn't particularly overweight, but he also wasn't seeing abs anytime soon, and he didn't realize how much that bothered him until that moment. Sure, he saw movies with hunky men that his girlfriend's eyes were glued to and he did kind of wish he were at least skinnier without any fat rolls, but now seeing this man that exuded masculinity he felt more self-conscious about it. Especially since he couldn’t get the idea out of his head that Steph was attracted to him, or at least men like him.

 

Well of course he’s on steroids. No normal human can get that big. Probably going to have kidney failure at thirty-five or something. Zack thought these things as he raised his burger up to his mouth, but he stopped before taking a bite. Still something was bothering him about Jason, but he wasn’t sure what exactly it was. 

 

He lowered his burger back onto the wrapper and thought for a moment. He considered trying to get to know Jason a little bit more - while his size was off-putting, objectively he’d been nothing but nice, so maybe he really is a good guy. Yet there was something that he couldn’t put his finger on about Jason that he had to know.

 

He heard the shower turn on and decided now was the time to act. He left his burger on the counter and walked quickly to the guest bedroom. Jason had opened the duffel bag and set aside what looked like a shirt but could likely double as a tent. Zack walked in and peered into the bag.

 

He first saw a speedo that he was vaguely aware men wore when posing for these competitions, and actually felt a little better about himself that he wasn’t showing his nude body to judges for money. He picked it up and laughed at how skimpy it looked, but he put it in front of his own crotch and looked at the mirror against the wall, frowning. It may have been skimpy, but it still completely hid his whole crotch with about an inch or so still on either side. 

 

He tossed it onto the bed in frustration and dug into the bag. He felt more clothes, but at the bottom he uncovered the dumbbells Jason had mentioned. It was those adjustable ones, and it looked like these went up to like 75 pounds - no wonder Zack had some trouble lifting this, but Jason had lifted it like it was air. He rifled around a little more and his hand caught a bottle which he grasped and took out to examine.

 

It was a typical orange prescription bottle full of huge white pills. It wasn't labeled, so Zack couldn't be sure, but he guessed it had to be steroids or HGH or something. I wonder if he doesn't take this, would he shrink down to human size? Zack wondered, chuckling to himself.

 

He put the bottle back and noticed just beyond the bag was the torn green shirt he'd been wearing. He picked it up while shaking his head at the rip, and looked at the tag in the back. It read 6XL and his breath stopped for a second. 

 

Holy shit, that dude was wearing six times normal sizes and I could see every vein in his body? Seriously, why would someone want to do this to themselves?

 

“Hey little dude,” came Jason’s voice from behind, causing Zack to toss the shirt across the bed and whirl around. His eyes widened seeing Jason bearing only a towel he was pinching hard together with two fingers because the rest could only barely cover his hips. If the t-shirt had left anything to the imagination for this muscle man’s upper body, that imagination was wildly wrong. There didn’t appear to be an ounce of fat on this man anywhere, proven by his abdominals that seemed to be six bricks neatly laid on top of and next to each other, only outmatched in pressing forth from his body by the doubly or perhaps triply prominent pectorals, one of which was fighting for room as his arm holding the towel up had a bicep invading the same space. All of this was coated with dense but well-groomed dark hair that was sticking to his skin from the moisture. And even though Zack did poorly to hide his surprise at Jason’s sudden entry and his naked torso, he kept his warm smile as he looked down upon Zack.

 

“I, uh, was going to see if I could fix your shirt somehow,” Zack spat out and then to cover his tracks also said, “And I was also about to put your clothes in the drawers for you. I figured you must be exhausted from the plane ride.”

 

Jason beamed more but shook his head. “It’s all good my dude! I appreciate it, but you don’t gotta do all that. Really, you’ve done a lot!” 

 

He stood there dripping slightly on the carpet and his smile never wavered. Zack had to rip his eyes away from him to be able to think straight and say, “Oh, okay. Sorry, didn’t want to invade your privacy, just thought I’d help. I’ll, uh, leave you to get dressed.” He took quick steps on his way out but before he slipped past Jason he reached out with his other arm that wasn’t holding a towel and tousled Zack’s hair. Zack ignored it and kept going on into the kitchen where he started chomping his way into his burger out of anxiety.

 

A few minutes passed, and as soon as he was taking another bite of his burger, he saw a text come in. It was Steph, who was just asking if there were any problems getting Jason.

 

Thinking about how he barely fit in his car, Zack was tempted to say there was, but decided he still wanted to be good for the sake of his girlfriend, so he just replied no and told her they’d gotten food and he was just finishing up a shower. She replied quickly, thanking him, and explaining she’d gotten Jason a guest pass at her gym which she left on the counter and she cleared out the garage refrigerator for him to use for any groceries he might need to store. She then said that she would be at work for the next few hours still, and Jason was laid-back and loved just chilling with anybody and everybody, so she said Zack could even play his games and Jason would be content to watch. 

 

Heavy footsteps that rattled the pictures on the wall told him Jason was coming out then, but he didn’t turn to look at him. A forearm did descend in front of his face and block out all light, only to retract two bags a moment later above his head, and Jason lumbered on over to the other side of the counter that was about hip height to Zack, but the countertop was about level with the bottom of Jason’s tight-fitting cargo shorts. He stooped over it to unpack some food and his hand covered all but the tines of the plastic fork from the bag he used to dig in.

 

“Would you like to sit down?” Zack asked politely, gesturing at the stool beside him. Jason looked at Zack then to the stool and back and replied, “Nah it’s okay, I don’t think the seat could hold my big butt, and besides, I’d rather not destroy your furniture.” 

 

Zack nodded and internally agreed that even one of Jason’s buttcheeks might be pushing it for those seats. Besides, he had positioned the side of the plastic bowl to rest on his chest, so it appeared he had a portable table wherever he went anyway. He even dropped some lettuce on it and craned his neck down to pick it up off of his chest with his mouth - he was good.

 

He swallowed another bite and said, “ Don’t feel like you need to entertain me; I’m perfectly fine if you wanna go play your games. Steph has told me some things about you, like that you play lots of video games."

 

Zack suddenly got defensive. "What else has she said about me?"

 

Jason swallowed his next mouthful fast. "Oh, nothing bad, dude! She likes you a lot! She did say you're having a rough time getting back to work after your injury. I'm sorry about that by the way - can I ask what happened?" And he shoved the rest of his salad in his mouth.

 

Zack froze for a second and got red in the face. In reality, he'd thrown out his back after trying to lift a box that was maybe 30 pounds - 40 pounds was generous. But he didn't want this man with muscles popping out of his shirt to know that.

 

"Uh yeah…I was lifting something real heavy at work and I threw out my back."

 

Jason's eyes widened. "And you tried to be nice and lift my bag for me! I'm so sorry!"

 

"Eh it's nothing. I haven't seen a doctor in about a month, but I think it's nearly all good."

 

"Well that's not technically true," Jason said. "I'm a doctor!“ he exclaimed proudly thrusting a finger at his chest.

 

Zack's heart skipped a beat. He had figured this man was dumb as rocks. 

 

 Then he recovered with a thought. "Oh, I mean, a doctor of exercise science or kinesiology probably wouldn't help…"

 

Jason raised an eyebrow and then softened. "Oh no, dude, I'm an ER physician! If you want, when I finish eating, I can take a look at you and save you the visit."

 

Zack's heart sank again. Studly, intelligent, AND charismatic. Man, do I feel unaccomplished.

 

"No, that's alright…"

 

"No, no problem little dude! You did me a favor coming to get me and getting us food, I can at least tell you the next time you can make an appointment. You might even be good to go back to work!“

 

At this point Zack's appetite had dissipated even though he'd had only a couple of bites of his burger. Yet all he could think to do waa take another bite and smile politely at Jason, who was shoveling more food into his own mouth. They were silent for the next few minutes save for the sound of chewing, and as Zack put his last french fry in his mouth Jason put his last bite of food in as well. He noted that Jason had finished everything he'd ordered.

 

"Alright," Jason declared as he swallowed, clapping his huge hands together making a reverberating sound through the kitchen. "Just gotta go take my medicine, then I'll be right back to check you out!“ He scooped up all of his food packaging and put it in the bin at the other end of the kitchen, then smiled and threw a thumbs up at Zack. As he walked past, he pat Zack on the back once, causing him to launch forward into the counter with a slight "Oof". Jason didn't seem to notice though as he kept walking on while Zack massaged his chest where he'd impacted. 

 

Zack glared after him, wondering if he did that intentionally as maybe a playful bro thing or if he really didn't know his own strength. Either way, Zack looked on at the man's giant rump at his current eye level with disdain until it disappeared in the hallway.

 

Medicine huh, Zack thought with a frown. Need more steroids to be an even bigger nuisance, do you? Zack put his own trash in the bin and rubbed his lower back, nervous about how this would go. After slamming him into the counter, it was a real worry that he was about to be snapped like a twig in the hands of this oaf. 

 

He didn't know what to do with himself as he waited, so he paced around the kitchen, and after a few minutes he wondered how long it actually took to take steroids. But just as he thought this he heard the now familiar thumping of big feet approaching, and he turned to see what had taken so long.

 

Jason had changed his clothes into an enormous tent of a blue scrubs top and bottoms that looked awkwardly like they were trying to be MC Hammer pants, except Jason's quads and calves filled in every bit of loose space. He stopped a few paces from the counter while Zack took him in, spreading his arms out to model it.

 

"Never know when I might have to put on my physician hat!" he said proudly. "I bring at least one pair with me wherever I go, just in case. Nobody makes them big enough, you know."

 

As he set his arms as much to his side as he could (he did not have invisible lat syndrome - his lasts and tricpes did in fact press his arms away from his center), Zack agreed with his statement upon seeing the V-cut of the scrubs top screaming to rip open with his upper chest protruding.

 

He clapped his hands together, straining the top against the top even more, and Zack swore he heard a faint rip. "First things first: gotta get an accurate patient history. Tell me about what was going on the day of the injury. Were you already moving a lot that day? What did you lift? Describe the pain you felt, and what the doctors have told you so far."

 

To save face, Zack decided to lie. "Yeah, that morning I had been working out, so I was a little tired. I don't know how much the box weighed, but it was more than I'm used to lifting. And the doctors told me my muscles were spasming. They didn't think surgery was necessary, but gave me some muscle relaxers." Only the last bit was the truth; Zack hadn't intentionally worked out for years, and the box was not really heavy.

 

Jason nodded. "I'm guessing you haven't gone back to work because the spasms keep returning? Have you tried icing it and doing some careful exercises to strengthen it?"

 

Of course his idea is to work out. I'm in pain, man! Not everyone lives in a gym!

 

Zack said he did ice it but didn't exercise, to which Jason just nodded again. "Okay, so I'm going to show you a few exercises that you can do to help, but first, if it's alright with you, I'd like to feel your back as you do a few movements for me."

 

It most certainly is NOT okay, but I'm guessing you're not going to let this go, Zack thought, but he told Jason it was fine. Jason then demonstrated what he wanted Zack to do: twisting side to side, bending to each side and front and back as far as he could go, and stretching his arms up and out. Zack began doing so, and quick as a cat Jason shot his hand over to Zack's lower back, causing him to yelp in surprise. Embarrassed, he looked up at Jason who was bending over significantly with his signature nice guy smile, and he continued. 

 

As Zack was twisting and bending, he felt even more self-conscious about his fat in the perfect man's hands. He tried sucking in his belly a little but that did little to help the back fat Jason was feeling. Even worse, after just a couple of minutes of doing these non-strenuous movements, Zack felt his back spasming, and he doubled over in pain. Jason quickly moved his other hand on Zack's chest and caught him from falling over. 

 

"Whoa, little dude, easy," he said as his hand held up most of Zack's weight. "Okay, I think it's time you took a rest. Can you make it to the couch?"

 

Zack was in too much pain to think clearly, but he did say, "Yeah, just give me a couple minutes for this to pass."

 

Zack couldn't see, but Jason suddenly had a worried expression. Without warning, his hand slipped from Zack's back down to behind his knees, he squatted down, and next thing he knew, Zack was being lifted into the air, cradled in the lumpy arms of this man. He did it so quickly and deftly that there was no extra pain, and the way he laid in those arms, he was even feeling some pressure relieved. He was about to respond with…something, either a thanks or a scolding for not warning him, but his mind was distracted by noting that this man's pectoral was pushing up against his tummy fat.

 

Jason turned and took calculated steps toward the living room, but it wobbling as one might do from carrying something heavy; it was almost like Zack didn't weigh anything at all to him, but he was moving slowly to not exacerbate the injury. He got to behind the couch and slowly lifted Zack up and over it, then lowered him gently onto it. All the while, the only pain Zack felt was just shame from being picked up like he was a child. 

 

Jason leaned on the back of the couch making it creak to stare down at Zack, who looked up at him with a neutral expression, he hoped. Jason's bulk blocked out the light, so all he could see was the silhouette of muscles stretching his scrubs.

 

"There we go. Just rest here awhile. Do you need anything? If you tell me where your muscle relaxers are, I'll get them for you."

 

Zack panicked a little. He did want those relaxers, but they were in the bathroom cabinet, next to some condoms that were…well, the smallest size the store had. In the end, he just hoped Jason wouldn't notice those, so he told him where they were and listened as his thumping away rattled the house as he walked away.

 

Zack shoved his face in his hands feeling embarrassed, frustrated, and worthless. He couldn’t even do a few stretches without feeling pain much less walk twenty feet to the couch himself, meanwhile this man not only carried him effortlessly but also was a doctor and thus smart enough to know how to do it without causing more pain. And on top of that, his expression reminded Zack of a golden retriever, always smiling earnestly, and he was sure that if Jason had a tail, it would be wagging all the time. Such a nice, smart, and handsome man he was, and Zack was just the incompetent Pillsbury Dough Boy.

 

More rumbling in the floor made Zack uncover his face for a brief look at the sunlight living room only to be cast in shadow once again by the hulking silhouette of Jason extending his pill bottle down to him along with a glass of water. Zack leaned up to grab them, but his back spasmed  again and he backward onto the couch again. 

 

"Oh no," Jason said worriedly. Later Zack would wonder if this actually happened or if he was in too much pain to see properly, but Jason swung one leg smoothly over the couch, planted it on the other side so he was now straddling the whole couch, then swung the other leg over to the other side without losing any balance - in fact, the water in the glass hardly sloshed at all. Then he squatted down beside Zack and inserted his strong hand under the middle of Zack's back and gently raised him up, telling him to relax all of his muscles as he did so. Nearly upright now, Zack did relax and the pain was still there, but not as bad as when he'd leaned up himself. 

 

He looked over and saw Jason had easily gripped both the pill bottle and glass of water in his other huge hand, which he outstretched to offer to Zack. Zack took the bottle first, now not even worried about how embarrassed he was, just wanting the pain to go away. He unscrewed the bottle and popped a pill, then took the glass and drank it down. Several moments after he swallowed, Jason laid him back down, and rubbed his shoulder tenderly. He took the glass and bottle from Zack with one hand while continuing to soothe his shoulder and placed them behind him on the coffee table. Zack had closed his eyes to grit his teeth through the embarrassment and pain, but all of that seemed to wash aside and he realized he was actually…enjoying Jason’s tender care? He opened his eyes to Jason smiling down at him. 

 

“I’m sorry for pushing you,” he said. “I do still think there’s some things I can show you that will help, but for right now, just get some rest - I know muscle relaxers can cause drowsiness, and I’ll be fine just sitting here playing around on my phone. I really do want to thank you again for being so kind in getting me here too.” With a bigger grin and a last shoulder clench, he rose to his full height and shuffled to the other two seats on the L-shaped couch that could accommodate his big butt, where he lowered himself slowly yet still made the couch groan.

 

Zack wanted to look around to talk to him, but he didn’t want to move in case his back acted up yet again. He laid there for longer than he anticipated with silence in the air just trying to think of any words to express what he was feeling, but he didn’t even know what he was feeling. He felt angry at Jason being perfect, he felt grateful that Jason would take the time to try to help him, he felt embarrassed that he couldn’t even do simple things, and he felt some unknown emotion toward Jason that he chalked up to jealousy that Steph was probably deeply attracted to him. But most of all, he felt tired, and before he could think of anything to say, he drifted off to sleep.

 

There was talking…the voice was familiar, but he couldn’t pin who it belonged to. Zack looked around and found himself in Steph’s darkly lit gym, which he only recognized by dropping her off and picking her up sometimes. It was deserted except for that voice behind him that he now realized was talking to him.

 

“Come on, you can do this, Zack,” said a strong voice clearer this time. He didn’t know why, but he laid down and saw a metal bar above him and above that was a man’s cleavage pressing his t-shirt out to the max, and above that which he could only see in the space between these pectorals was the face of a smiling Jason. Zack didn’t seem to have control of his own body as his hands went up to the bar to grasp it, and he heaved the bar up with all of his might off the rack, then it came crashing down to his chest, pinning him.

 

He looked to the side in a panic and saw that the bar didn’t have any weight on it, but he tried pressing it up and it went nowhere. It was taking the breath from his lungs and his feet flung wildly around to get out.

 

Two strong hands came on either side of his own hands to clench the bar. He felt the weight come off of his chest instantly but then was feeling weightless all over as well. He looked around confused and saw that he was hanging around eye-level with the top of the squat rack nearby. He furrowed his brow even more…he looked up and gasped as he saw Jason’s head was at the ceiling and he’d grown monstrously bigger. In his hands was the same metal bar Zack had tried to lift except now it was longer to accommodate Jason’s new stature, and Zack saw that he had essentially just did a biceps curl with the bar and Zack hanging off of it.

 

“No sweat, little dude,” his voice boomed into the room. “We all start somewhere! Maybe we should try a wooden stick?”

 

Zack’s feet were suddenly back on the ground and he was holding a wooden stick in at the top part of a biceps curl himself. His biceps were screaming in pain though, so he lowered it slightly.

 

“No! Don’t go lower!” yelled Jason who was standing in front of him but he was so tall his crotch was just above Zack’s eye level. Zack looked up and up at Jason who was bending over with a smile over him. His biceps couldn’t handle the weight of the stick and it kept inching its way down to rest, but Zack realized as it was dropping so was his view on the crotch in front of him - he was shrinking the more the weight fell! He screamed in agony trying to pull the stick back up to his face but it fell further and further until it finally hit his hips and his eyes were staring directly at the shoes of the massive Jason.

 

“IT’S OKAY,” boomed the godly voice above. “I’LL TAKE CARE OF YOU.” The stick disappeared and Zack felt himself being wrapped in flesh as the giant Jason picked him up off the ground in his fist and brought him up to his own eye level. He was still beaming.

 

Suddenly a light came on and Zack recognized his own bedroom only magnified about a hundred times bigger. He was still in the grasp of Jason, but Jason was seated on Zack’s bed now. 

 

“OH HE’S SO CUTE!” exclaimed a woman’s voice he recognized to be Steph. He looked over and saw she was sitting beside Jason looking much smaller than him but also a giantess herself being normal sized while Zack was six inches tall at best. Jason moved Zack over to her a little more, and she waved down at him smiling giddily as if she was greeting a puppy.

 

“WE SHOULD KEEP HIM SOMEWHERE SAFE WHILE WE HAVE SOME FUN!” her own voice boomed. “:OH I KNOW,” Jason responded and retracted his arm. “HE’LL BE SAFE HERE, WON’T YOU LITTLE GUY?” And Zack saw he was being brought closer and closer to Jason’s chest. Jason was suddenly reclined and his grip dropped Zack between the two mountains of pectorals. 

 

“No!” Zack tried screaming, pressing the walls of pecs away from him, but they were closing in on him blocking out the light. “PERFECT,” Steph’s voice said and Zack could see her mounting Jason’s large body. Zack was now squeezed between the muscles of the giant Jason and couldn’t move nor could he hardly see Steph.

 

After a moment, she gasped in surprise. “OH MY GOD, SO THIS IS WHAT A DICK IS SUPPOSED TO LOOK LIKE! I REALLY THOUGHT THEY WERE ALL THE SIZE OF A JOLLY RANCHER!” 

 

Zack felt Jason bucking his body in pleasure and Steph continued. “IS IT NORMAL TO NEED TWO HANDS FOR THIS? I CAN’T GRIP IT ALL THE WAY AROUND WITH MY HAND, BUT LOOK, I CAN STACK BOTH OF MY HANDS ON TOP OF EACH OTHER AND THERE’S STILL MORE DICK COMING OUT! OH, JASON, I WAS SO READY FOR A REAL MAN…”

 

Zack tried yelling for Steph, but the air was being pressed out of his lungs from being crushed between the giant pecs. The light was gone and he was about to pass out, then he heard Jason saying, “SORRY, LITTLE DUDE!”, then that was it.

[dredlifter]

Awesome stuff!  Zack's own self-imposed inferiority is really getting into his head now!

[musclegin30]

Great writing and great characters. I look forward to seeing where this goes.

[BaraLover123]

Wow these chapters have been great! I can't wait to read the next one and see where the story goes

[ploder4]

So it is said...  "You are your own worst critic."

I think Jason is smart enough to figure out what Zack is thinking and probably figured out the Zack even lied to him about exercising.  I'm waiting for Jason to confess he has a PhD in Psychology.

[Ro20316]

What a great follow up 

Jason continues to be the perfect gentleman while Zack own insecurities are turning him judgy and being all crass to Jason.

Im loving the slow pace and how you are building the story. You make us want more.

[Ro20316]

What a great follow up 

Jason continues to be the perfect gentleman while Zack own insecurities are turning him judgy and being all crass to Jason.

Im loving the slow pace and how you are building the story. You make us want more.

[sunnyt96]

This story has so much potential I am loving it!

[ibron888]

Stunning ! The story is stunning so far ! Can't wait for the next part! 

[giantr]

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Zack awoke to the sound of buzzing near his ear. He could feel cold sweat on his t-shirt from his bad dream, but was thankful to see he was still his normal size, albeit still quite a short man. The sweat could have also been partly due to the blanket draped over him - Jason must have taken the couch folded on the blanket and laid it on him. It annoyed Zack a little to know that Jason was also thoughtful. Jerk.

 

He slowly rose up so as not to hurt his back and he glanced over at where Jason had sat only to find that he wasn't there. His phone was though, and that was the source of the buzz he'd awoken to.

 

Zack glanced around and listened for any sign of Jason, but there was no indication he was near. If he was like most millennials though, he wouldn't be away from his phone for long. Yet Zack retained a curiosity about him so he decided he was going to snoop.

 

He moved quickly but carefully to scooch up next to the phone. It was unlocked and some application called Muscle Meet was open with a conversation displayed.

 

"It's at the World Hotel on Sycamore, room 301," read the top message. Jason replied, "Great! I'll see you at noon then." And the last message: "Can't wait, sexy," and ended with a smiling emoji. The other person in the conversation was just some number unattributed to any name, so Zack couldn't tell who it was, but honestly it didn't matter. 

 

Is that like the room where Jason’s competition was? Was he doing some photo shoot or meet and greet with fans? No, no, that person had ended with “sexy”, so those were unlikely. Was it a hookup? I’ve never heard of a dating app called Muscle Meet though…guess it’s a dating app for bodybuilders? Is he into muscly women?

 

Zack then heard the toilet flush in the bathroom and then water running in the sink. He didn’t know how quickly Jason washed his hands, and by moving carefully enough to not hurt his back he wouldn’t make it to where he was, so he rested his back in the middle seat to look nonchalant, as if he’d woken up and simply moved a little to sit up. It was true, though that story lacked the part where Zack had invaded Jason’s privacy. Again.

 

Turned out Jason washed his hands for a while. Oh right, he’s a “doctor”, thought Zack. Some doctor, making me hurt my back again and advocating for me to work out in this condition. He came out after a few minutes though and Zack saw he’d changed back into his cargo shorts and dark red t-shirt two sizes too small for him. He too saw Zack sitting there and a tired expression changed to a friendly smile.

 

“Hey man, how you doing?” he asked as he approached.

 

“Pain is gone,” Zack replied truthfully. This made Jason smile more. 

 

He came up to Zack, towering over him, but bent down to grab his phone two feet from Zack, then turned around and sat slowly down between the two seats on that side. Zack couldn’t help but notice that big butt did actually take up half to three quarters of each couch cushion for each cheek, and it was not a small couch. 

 

He was leaning forward studying his phone for a moment. His bulk was in the way so Zack couldn’t see if he responded to this person, but he was only leaned forward maybe a minute before he locked his phone and put his back to the back of the couch. Zack frowned at seeing that even though the two of them were facing the same direction and sitting relatively upright, Jason’s head was much further forward due to his thick back muscles pushing him. Zack also traced his legs to the floor, seeing that his butt may be secure on the couch, but that was about all, as his hamstrings plumped out beyond the edge of the couch and touched the top of his equally plump calves.

 

Jason looked over and also noticed their heads weren’t even when he did so, and he shifted his weight to face Zack slightly more, making the couch creak. “Have you checked your phone since you woke up? Stephanie’s on her way home. And she’s bringing home dinner! Gosh you guys are so nice!” 

 

He hadn’t, but he reached into his pocket then to look at it. Sure enough, there was a new group message with Stephanie and Jason saying exactly what Jason relayed. He also saw that he’d slept for about three hours, so it made sense Stephanie was on her way. But was this man really hungry again after eating all that food just three hours ago?

 

A large stomach growl from Jason’s abdominals right then answered that question. He sheepishly wrapped his arms to cover his stomach and apologized but Zack just shrugged.

 

“So how did you and Stephanie meet?” Jason asked conversationally. As he said this, one arm came from his stomach and up to rest on the edge of the couch so he could rest his cheek on his fist. Zack wondered how uncomfortable that position was for him; that big ass bicep didn’t leave an atom of room between the veiny club he called a forearm.

 

Really? Small talk? Or are you trying to compare yourself to me to steal her away?

 

“We work together. She actually asked ME out,” he punctuated that point by staring Jason straight in the eyes, but he just beamed at that. “She said she thought I was handsome and kind.”

 

“I can see why. You’ve been great to me, and she’s right, you are quite handsome.” He had some glint in his eyes then that Zack couldn’t put a finger on. Is he mocking me right now? I know what I look like, man, okay? I haven’t shaved in a few days, I have a layer of fat everywhere, and I have a dumb looking face. Don’t patronize me.

 

“She even asked me to move in with her six months ago. And I was going to propose to her until…” his eyes fell slightly. “...until my accident at work.”

 

“I’m so sorry.” Zack certainly was scrutinizing his expression in case those words might have made him think there was a chance to steal her away, but his expression read that he genuinely meant it. He even continued with, “I know it’s hard being unemployed, especially as the man. I know society is changing, but I also know there’s a lingering feeling that the man’s got to bring home the bacon. But I think…I think she would love it if you would propose anyway.” His smile was weaker there but no less sincere - Zack couldn’t read what he meant from that.

 

"Maybe I could even help you plan it?" Jason suggested.

 

"No," Zack said a little too forcefully. "No, I mean, she probably would like it if her friends were around to see it, but you've got other priorities this week."

 

Jason shook his head. "Nah man, I've never done this before, and I think I look okay, but I'm just trying it out!"

 

"Wait," Zack said out loud, dumbfounded. "We’re talking about those bodybuilding competitions where you stand up on stage in a speedo and flex for judges, right? Do you mean this is the first one at this level, or…?”

 

Jason chuckled. “Nope, little man, it’s my first time doing it at all! Just thought it would be a fun thing to try!”

 

Zack could not hide his eyes widening. He has to be lying! Why else would you bother getting that big? It’s got to be expensive with the food and probably steroids, and clearly he doesn’t fit in well with society with that mass.

 

Jason broke his train of thought and Zack realized he’d just been staring vaguely in the direction of Jason’s prominent biceps. “It would actually help a lot to practice these poses I gotta do, since I’ve never done them before. I looked on YouTube for things I should be looking for, but it would help if I had an audience.”

 

He looked expectantly at Zack who got the message. “I, you know what, can I raincheck on that? I’m still feeling drowsy from the muscle relaxers, so I think I’m just going to go lay down in bed. Besides, I want you to be able to catch up with Stephanie…” As he said this, he realized he certainly did NOT want them to catch up, and he wondered if he left them alone, would he make a pass at her? He considered taking back his statement, but decided he could always come back out of his room if he overheard something funny.

 

“Oh no worries, little dude! Do you need help getting to your room?” He began to stand up but Zack put a hand up and said, “Nope, no, I can get there just fine myself, thanks. Sorry to leave you alone, but I’m sure Steph will be here any minute.”

 

Jason smiled as Zack eased himself up. “I’ll be cozy right here just looking at my phone!” But he stood up as Zack got solidly to his feet and he opened his arms up wide. Zack looked over and saw he was either showing something off as he had the scrubs, or…giving a hug?

 

Zack didn’t hide his pure confusion looking up at Jason, who lowered his arms. “Oh, sorry,” he said in response. “I’m a hugger! But uh, how about this?” He extended his meaty forearm now going in for a handshake and Zack blinked. Be polite, he had to tell himself, and he begrudgingly took the man’s hand that once again swallowed his whole as they shook a few times then he let go. Zack quickly turned and walked as fast as he thought could look normal, and as he did so, Jason called after him, “Get some good rest and see you tomorrow!”

 

Zack shut the door to his bedroom and mentally felt a little pressure come off, knowing having a barrier between him and that man was good for his state of mind. He decided against turning on a light since there was late afternoon light coming from outside and looked over at the bed he and Stephanie shared, frowning. He remembered his dream clearly, where he imagined being crushed by the giant Jason’s chest muscles as his girlfriend Stephanie pleasured him. But he flopped down on his side anyway and got comfortable.

 

He wasn’t very tired anymore, at least not physically, and had no real desire to fall asleep. He was going to stay in here and listen hard for what those two talked about. He didn’t trust that meathead one bit. Saying this is his first competition! What a liar! And casually strutting those oversized muscles around, barely able to fit in my car, and wearing clothes that accentuate every single one, I bet he thinks he’s real slick! I may not be a GIANT pain in the ass with jeans that barely contain my buttcheeks, Jason, but Steph chose me! ME! Go hook up with other hos who probably like the monstrosity you’ve made of yourself!

 

Then he remembered the app he’d peeked at on Jason’s phone, Muscle Meet. If he could get more information about Jason, he might feel a little better. Like, maybe his dating profile showed how many bitches he’d matched with, or might reveal him as a liar about how many competitions he’s won - he’d certainly want his potential mates to know that accomplishment if it’s an app for muscular people, right?

 

He whipped out his phone from his pocket and looked in the app store. Sure enough, it was there, and he didn’t bother to read the reviews before downloading it. When it was installed, it forced him to make a profile himself, so he amused himself for the next few minutes, wondering if he could get any hits on this fake profile on an app geared toward - well, people on gear, probably - if he just said exactly who he was: a short, somewhat pudgy man. But then he decided it would obfuscate his identity more if he chose to say that he was female. The last part of his profile creation was his location, and while he wasn’t comfortable with the app knowing his location, he guessed he’d find Jason easier if he’d updated his own profile with the city he was currently in. 

 

Once done with that, the app brought him to the front page to see so very many different forms of muscular men. Some were calling themselves muscular but looked more like marathon runners, some were arguably muscular but were so very fat you could hardly tell if it was muscle or well-positioned fat. Only a handful of them looked anything like Jason, with a nice V-shaped torso and big arms, but Zack didn’t actually see any that appeared to be close to his size that wasn’t also fat. 

 

But his intention wasn’t to hook up with these men, no - he was here solely to find Jason’s profile. Based on the usernames of those other men, he guessed Jason didn’t use his own name, so he searched by location. Sure enough, at the top of the page was a picture of the grinning Jason leaning against a tree, arms crossed to promote those muscles he loved so much, and a leg up against the tree, perhaps also to show off his thick calves a little. Zack clicked on it and got ready for some juicy details.

 

Zack decided against flipping through the pictures at the top of the page for now - he’d seen more of Jason than he’d cared to already. Below that, he noted Jason had updated his location to where he’d traveled to, and had also stated he’d be there until Sunday. What? Zack was disappointed. I have to deal with this oaf for almost a full week? Below that was a brief description Jason had written about himself: “Just a nice guy looking to make people happy! I’m easy to talk to, so hit me up, and let’s have some fun!” 

 

Zack rolled his eyes. That’s it? No mention about his competitions whatsoever, nothing about his obnoxious muscles, not his job title, not even anything about hobbies or interests! Is this your first time on a dating app, man? Zack guessed he was relying heavily on those pictures to get women, which was a solid strategy to get some shallow women, in his opinion. He scrolled down and found something he didn’t expect: reviews? What kind of dating app allows your exes or hookups to REVIEW you? Aren’t you just going to get 0 stars all the time if it doesn’t work out?

 

Except Jason didn’t have 0 stars. He in fact maxed out at 5 stars, with about 20 reviewers. Zack read the first review: “Most gorgeous man I’ve been with, and he really IS super nice! He’ll do whatever you want to do!” 

 

The next: “OMG THE HOTTEST MAN ON THIS APP. HIS PICS DON’T DO HIM JUSTICE - HE’S EVEN MORE MASSIVE IN PERSON.” I’ll say, thought Zack. 

 

Then: “Soooo worth it. Shame we only had a couple of hours together - the way he talks is spellbinding, and I just felt so safe cuddled in those enormous muscles!” 

 

Zack paused for a moment, dropping his phone to his stomach. I don’t understand…if these were hookups, why didn’t they work out, and why would they review him as the best there is? Why would they bother reviewing him at all? 

 

Just then he heard the front door close and Stephanie shrieked. It prompted Zack to sit up to go look at what happened, but then he heard some thumping of Jason stomping across the floor and Stephanie shouted, “Gosh you’re so big! What, are you, like six-six or something?" To which Jason replied, "Six-eight now actually." This made Zack roll his eyes but he relaxed now knowing she wasn’t in danger. Yet.

 

They both laughed and there was a short pause, presumably for a hug. Then Stephanie said, “I guess it’s not working as well as you hoped then, is it?”

 

Zack glared at the ceiling. Oh, is the big man disappointed the steroids didn’t make him EVEN BIGGER? 

 

“No, but that’s okay,” Jason replied. “We’re working on it!”

 

He heard some shuffling, rustling, and more thumping and from the fainter sound of her voice, Zack could tell they’d moved on to the kitchen. “Where’s Zack?”

 

A short pause, and Jason replied, “He’s in the bedroom. I tried to take a look at his back for him earlier, and after only a few stretches, he was in pain. He took some relaxers and slept for a while, but I guess he’s still tired. Man, I feel so bad…” His last words were even more muffled, presumably from covering his face with his hands.

 

“Hey,” Stephanie interrupted. “If it wasn’t Dr. Jason, it would have been some other doctor. He just needs time to get a little stronger.”

 

That hurt. Clearly Stephanie thought he was weak too.

 

“Dig in! I brought as much cooked chicken, rice, and veggies the store had. I don’t know much about building muscle, but I know you can’t go wrong with those!” 

 

There was the sound of some chairs skidding across the floor, meaning they’d moved to the table in the kitchen instead of the counter and they were talking, but now it was too faint to hear clearly. 

 

Zack turned to his phone, knowing the show was over for the moment. He scrolled back up to the top of Jason’s profile and began going through the pictures. To his surprise, they looked pretty innocent; some of them he had shirts (albeit extremely tight ones), some of them he didn’t, but they were all just photos one might take on vacation. In one he was on a beach carrying a surfboard and smiling big at the camera, in another he was leaning back relaxing on a guardrail overlooking beautiful green hills, and another was him in a tight dress shirt and slacks with his arms up as if he was dancing. He didn’t appear to be intentionally flexing his muscles in any of these, nor were there any pictures of him in scrubs, and he either chose photos that didn’t show it or seemed to crop the pictures that might suggest anything about his crotch. 

 

Is he insecure about that? Zack snickered to himself half-heartedly, but also from this profile, he just looked like some guy who happened to be incredibly muscular, so he actually felt a little bad for thinking that. Maybe, MAYBE, he’s just some normal dude…

 

From outside the bedroom, he suddenly heard a very large crash, and he again swung his legs off the bed to run out, but Stephanie screamed, “Jason! Are you alright?” Again, false alarm, thought Zack, getting back into bed. Jason must have replied something, because Stephanie then exclaimed, “Oh don’t worry about it! Those wooden chairs needed to be replaced anyway! Now I can drag Zack with me to pick out new ones!” 

 

Great. Not only did his big butt destroy our furniture, but now I gotta go shopping for new stuff. Although, Zack was slightly comforted that Stephanie said that they would go looking for new chairs, not Stephanie and Jason. 

 

There was some unintelligible shouting - something about Jason wanting to stand - and Zack returned to his phone. He'd missed it before, but just below the location was a short blurb about his availability. Huh, that's an interesting feature for a dating app, so that the gal can reciprocate the date right away. He noticed that the availability started around 2 the next day and got an evil idea.

 

Zack looked for the function to open the messenger and wrote that he - or she, as that was his persona he was playing then - would love to meet Jason tomorrow at 2 pm. He also thought about cheesing it up by saying Jason was a stud, but he didn't know if he was coming across as laying it on too thick, so he simply ended it with "You look fantastic!"

 

There was no indication if he'd read it or not, but as Jason was in the kitchen chatting with Stephanie, Zack was sure he'd be polite and wait to respond to his message until later. That was fine, since Zack didn't really intend to go on this date anyway, he just wanted to mess with him. 

 

He thought a little about how amusing it would be to meet Jason at whatever location he was going to choose, then see his face when he thought he was stood up. Good, I need to take him down a peg. With that thought, maybe he should actually show up to this date and come up with some excuse why he was there, just to be able to see Jason's face. Yeah, that's what I'll do.

 

Zack spent the next couple of hours playing on his phone but listening intently to the conversations in the rest of the house. Stephanie and Jason eventually finished eating and moved to the couch and they talked about innocent things. Evidently the two of them met in college and the last time they saw each other was about two years ago for their 10 year reunion for graduating. They talked about how hard Jason’s job was as an ER doctor and he told some of his more gruesome stories which Zack was sure he wouldn’t be telling if he was trying to get in her pants. Stephanie mentioned Jason’s competition and he again confirmed this was his first, and he was really just doing it to see how well he’d do, but notably he didn’t ask Stephanie to watch him pose, which Zack found especially strange if he was trying to woo her. Zack really was coming around to feeling like Jason wasn’t a threat and was a good guy, but he was still going to watch him like a hawk in case he was playing a slow game.

 

It got to be about 8 at night and Jason apologized, saying he was bushed and ready for bed, but wanted to spend more time with her. She responded that yeah, she did have to work all week, but she could probably come home early most days and they could hang out when he was better rested from traveling. Zack heard the familiar thumping of Jason walking closer to the bedroom across the hall and decided this was his chance to go out and talk to his girlfriend alone. 

 

He didn’t hear a door shut but the thumping had stopped, so Zack got up and went out into the hallway. Not one second later, his side was impacted by something hard, and he fell down to the floor face up. “Oh God,” came Jason’s voice from above but Zack couldn’t see his surprised expression through his big pecs until he bent down over Zack. “I am so, so sorry. Are you alright?”

 

Still surprised, Zack took stock of his body and confirmed while he felt like maybe a bruise might form somewhere and he ached, his back wasn’t spasming. “Yeah,” he responded, “just surprised, I guess.”

 

Jason’s eyes were as wide as dinner plates with worry and Stephanie came rushing over with a similar expression. “Zack! Is your back okay?” she asked.

 

He looked up behind him where he saw the beautiful red-headed and freckled face of his girlfriend. With the light just behind her, she seemed angelic. He couldn’t resist a smile at this thought and said, “I think I’m fine. Just gotta get up.” 

 

“Oh, allow me,” came Jason, and as he was bending down, Zack’s head flipped to meet his gaze. “No, um, you don’t need to, uh, lift me or anything. But…” He really didn’t want to hurt his back more potentially by standing on his own so he begrudgingly said, “If you could just give me a hand…”

 

Jason nodded, still eyes wide open, and offered his strong arm for Zack to grab. He did, and felt pretty much the same tension one would feel a rock climbing spotter use, allowing him to ease himself up with sturdy support. Now fully standing, his back did feel okay, and he let go of Jason. 

 

“God, I’m sorry, Zack, I was just about to turn around to ask Steph about her keys, and I guess the next moment you popped out of the room…I…my…” he was eyeing his heaving pectorals and Zack got the gist: Zack’s short, and the big man couldn’t see beyond his tits. Understood.

 

But he took a deep breath as Jason searched for whatever words and decided to throw him a bone. “It’s cool, I’m fine. Besides, I ran into you earlier, so I guess it’s only fair?” Jason grinned at this, seeming a little relieved. 

 

There was a brief awkward silence which Stephanie broke by saying, “To answer the question I think you were going to ask - my keys are on the key holder next to the door. Take my car whenever you like.” Jason nodded and thanked her, then turned back to Zack to stare him in the eyes and said, “Sorry again…uh, have a good night.” He turned very slowly and took careful steps into the guest bedroom, then shut the door. 

 

“I’m actually really tired myself,” Stephanie said and Zack faced her. “I can stay up for a bit if you want though so we can hang out?”

 

Zack did indeed see in her face that she had had a long tiring day. As much as he wanted to talk to her about Jason and also confirm for his own peace of mind that she wasn’t interested in him, he did love her deeply and wanted her to get rest if that’s what she needed. 

 

“No, you get some rest,” he said staring up into her beautiful face. “I slept so much that I’ll probably be up all night now, so I won’t even interrupt your sleep by crawling into bed.”

 

She smiled. “And how is that any different from any other night?” She leaned down to kiss him then said, “Crawl into bed whenever you want. It won’t bother me.” She then side-stepped him and went into the bedroom, only saying, “There’s chicken and rice in the fridge if you want. Night!” She closed the door as she did when he played games after she went to bed.

 

Zack walked over to the couch and took his phone out of his pocket to sit next to him, but saw a notification he hadn’t heard come through. The Muscle Meet app notified him that he had a message. He’d almost forgotten he’d done that.

 

He opened the message and read: “2pm it is! Do you have any preferences?” 

 

“Uh,” Zack said out loud, not even knowing. Stephanie and him had been together for over a year and he hadn’t really thought about dating since. Not that it mattered, he didn’t actually intend to date Jason. He replied, “Nope! I’m sure whatever you think of will be nice!”

 

A minute later as Zack was booting up his gaming console he saw the response: “Wonderful! I’ll be at the World Hotel on Sycamore, room 301! Just come on up and knock! Excited to meet you!” 

 

Zack stared at this response for a few minutes. Was that it? No exchange of photos, no small talk, not even asking what “her” name is? Was Jason really so hard up that he’d take what he could get?

 

He couldn’t think of any response to that, so he didn’t. He sat his phone back down beside him and shrugged it off to focus on his game.

 

Zack only realized he hadn’t moved for hours when he heard something in the hallway. He checked his phone and confirmed that it was 6 in the morning. A moment later a door opened, and Zack couldn’t tell which as the TV was the only light source and it wasn’t directed at the hallway, but just one thump on the ground told him who it was.

 

“Oh hey,” Jason said sleepily. “Didn’t expect anyone to be up.”

 

“Neither did I.” Zack turned to look at him and was once again surprised to see what Jason was wearing: it was a white wife beater tank top that was hugging his abdomen like a clamp and his pecs spilled out of the sides considerably. And while Zack was thankful he was wearing shorts instead of just underwear, even being basketball shorts that supposedly hung low, his big legs turned them into compression shorts and had bunched them up midway up his thighs.

 

“Well don’t mind me, I’m just going to get ready to go to the gym and go shopping for some food,” he said waving. He turned around and Zack watched his globe-like asscheeks bump up and down as he walked away. He turned to his game and decided maybe he should get a little rest now, if for nothing else than to not chat with Jason as he undoubtedly ate even more food before going to the gym. He stopped what he was doing and shut off his game, noted Jason had closed the door to the guest bathroom, and quickly went to join Stephanie for a little time together in bed.

 

Zack woke with sunlight beaming in his face. He checked his phone but this morning didn’t have any messages to pick up hunky men at the airport. It was still fairly early being 10am, and Zack realized he hadn’t done much hygienically yesterday, so he got undressed and went into his bathroom. Before entering the shower though, the mirror caught his eye. He examined himself more than he had in the past: he had some love handles and a little pudge in the front and nobody would confuse his chest as being pecs since they weren’t even all that fat, just flat. He hadn’t shaved in the last week so his cheeks were beginning to darken from hair growth and his brown hair itself was sticking out to resemble the hairdos from animes like Dragonball Z. He sucked in his tummy squinting his eyes, and did think he saw maybe an abdominal muscle underneath. He raised his arm and flexed a nigh nonexistent bicep as his forearm almost laid horizontally back over his upper arm. He sighed. 

 

One thing he thought he’d gotten over was being short since that was something that he couldn’t control, but seeing Jason tower over him and not even be able to see him past his enormous rack was getting to him. Even on his tippy toes Stephanie had an inch on him, which she always said amused her, but now Zack questioned it. 

 

Maybe I should go to the gym, he thought. That’s at least something I can control. And maybe Steph and I can even go together. Maybe she does secretly want a man who is as wide as a door. Maybe I should take some steroids too to look like Jason.

 

For a moment, he considered the possibility of taking one of Jason’s pills he’d found. Sure, he didn’t even know for a fact that’s what they were, and that was not only rude but wrong to steal…but he wouldn’t even miss one because he’s so damned big already. He stared at the fat guy in the mirror thinking it over for a few moments, imagining himself as the same height but being an absolute beast like Jason. 

 

Zack steadied himself for a moment knowing what he was about to do was questionable, then lunged out of the bathroom without throwing on a towel since he knew he was home alone. He walked quickly to the guest bathroom and sure enough, that orange bottle was right next to the sink. He grabbed it and twisted but the cap wouldn't come off.

 

Damn that man's freak strength, he thought. He grabbed an unused towel, applied it to the cap, and twisted. He tried several times like this, undoing the towel and checking, then retrying. He finally let the towel go and twisted with all the might in his upper body, and as a vein bulged from his forehead from the effort, he gave up. He was either no match for Jason's grip strength or just couldn't handle child safety caps, but neither option made him feel very good.

 

He threw it to the floor in frustration and decided to just stomp on it to break it. It of course slipped away on every attempt he made until he just set it underfoot and stood on it, but even then he seemed to not be heavy enough to break it. With even more frustration, he grabbed the counter and started bouncing up and down, and finally he heard a crack and felt a shard of plastic poke the bottom of his foot.

 

He didn’t care though. He reached down to grab the broken bottle and squeezed it a few times to make the cracks bigger then peeled away some loose plastic to get to the pills. He popped one in his mouth triumphantly and tried swallowing, but it was bigger than most pills and was having trouble going down. He ran to the kitchen in a panic as he tasted something awful with the pill dissolving, and grabbed a glass, filled it with water, and washed it down with a little more difficulty. 

 

Breathing heavily next to the kitchen sink from exertion, he glared at the pill bottle. I think he’s big enough! He doesn’t need these! He dumped the rest of the pills into the sink and turned on the garbage disposal while running the water. Besides, how was he going to explain the bottle being broken? 

 

The front door then unlocked and Zack’s heart raced. He was naked in the kitchen holding Jason’s now-broken pill bottle - not a good look all around. He ran out of the kitchen but it was too late: Jason stepped through the front door just as he rounded the corner past it to enter the hallway. 

 

Maybe it was because Jason’s tank top was ripped down the center down to the middle of his abs and his pecs were full to the bursting with blood straining the straps on the top and pulling that tear apart further. Maybe Zack felt particularly culpable for what he’d just done and his subconscious was goading him to get caught. Or maybe it was because here was an incredibly sweaty gym rat reeking of man stench looking confused down at a naked man who was the polar opposite of masculine. Whatever it was, Zack would thank himself later when he thought quickly to cover his already not-showing genitals with his hand thus also hide the pill bottle from sight.

 

“Uh, hey,” Jason said with a smile, not moving. 

 

Zack’s face flushed red and possibly fully purple in embarrassment as he stared up past the sweaty chest into Jason’s face. “I, uh…” was all he could say with his blood pumping. His mind was blank feeling extremely exposed in front of this hunk of a man, almost KNOWING Jason was silently judging his lack of musculature and excess fat around his belly - and of course, the penis that he didn’t even need his hands to hide since it was doing that just fine itself by staying inside.

 

Jason chuckled. “It’s all good, little man! It’s your house, no judgment!” He reached over and put Stephanie’s keys back on the key rack then said, “I was just about to take a shower and then take off again. You can, um, carry on with whatever you were doing.” 

 

Zack’s feet felt weighed down by about a thousand pounds and he could not look away from Jason. Jason’s smile wavered and he peered around at Zack, waiting for him to get out of the way or say something, but when he didn’t, he turned his body and pressed himself against the wall, sliding by Zack. As he did so, Zack felt even more uncomfortable, as something bulging out of Jason’s pants brushed his oblique, his shoulder felt prominent abdominals, and the top of his head was swept by both heavy pectorals passing over. Zack couldn’t bear to turn around to see if Jason himself turned around to look at his naked butt, but a steady rhythm of thumping told him if he did, he did so quickly. 

 

When Jason’s thumping stopped, Zack felt the weight beginning to relax. He slowly turned around with his hands still over his crotch, and seeing that Jason wasn’t there, he duck-walked like that expediently back into his bedroom and slammed the door with his foot. He sat on his bed still naked, breathing heavily as a panic attack set in. He heard more thumping and then a door close and knew Jason had claimed a shower. He prayed he wouldn’t look for his pills yet - he hadn’t really thought ahead of what to do about that.

 

At least he won’t be getting any bigger while he’s here, Zack comforted himself as his breathing returned to normal. 

 

Jason only took about ten or so minutes with Zack not moving before opening his door across the hall and then closing the guest bedroom one. Zack nodded, got up, and went into his own bathroom. He slammed the broken bottle on his counter, deciding he’d do something about it when Jason left.

 

He got in the shower and commenced his normal routine of washing, but took extra time on his privates. He had no real confirmation on this, thankfully, but if his dream was right, the dick was yet another thing Jason had on him. His own wasn’t a micropenis, but he was a grower not a shower, and at that it was only a few inches, so he had hated getting undressed in locker rooms because a lot of the time, his penis just didn’t come out to play, making it look like he just had a furry crotch. 

 

Zack finished showering soon after, brushed his teeth, and did something to tame his hair, then went on with his day. He knew he had one thing he wanted to do, and that was to embarrass Jason a little, whom he had confirmed by checking the driveway had left again. He spent the next couple of hours eating, cleaning, and playing more games, but as 1:30 got closer, he checked his phone and confirmed nothing had changed in the messenger. He grabbed his keys and the broken bottle and headed out to hopefully mortify Jason as much as he had him.

 

Only his car was in the driveway, and from the incident last night of being bowled over, Zack surmised Jason was borrowing Stephanie’s SUV while she probably got a ride from a coworker who lived nearby. He started his own car, set his GPS to get him to the hotel, and drove.

 

Once he’d found parking there, he found he only had a little over ten minutes until their meeting time. He rushed inside, only briefly stopping to throw the broken bottle into a public trash can, and walked past the front desk toward the restaurant inside. He was going to check that, the conference halls, and the bar to look for room numbers, but he was disappointed to find that they didn't have numbers. He asked a bellhop if any of them were room 301 but he gave him a confused look and told him that was on the third floor at the very end. As Zack went to the elevator he thought, Maybe there's some other event room up there? Or did Jason really expect some girl he just chatted with online to go straight to fucking?

 

He got to the third floor and passed all the descending numbers until he got to the very last door in the hallway. It didn't look like any sort of special room nor was it labeled as such. He didn't know what to do…in his scheme, he'd just see Jason embarrassed to be stood up in some public place, but even if he could find an excuse for being at that hotel, it was statistically improbable that he'd go to THAT room if not for Jason. Maybe he should just go?