Squash

Brendan rolled his eyes as he listened to his little brother prattle on, he had just picked Todd up from a friend’s house and now he wouldn’t stop talking about all the things that they’d done. Brendan smiled as he tried to hide his boredom as Todd told these long winding stories about the wrestling they had watched and then recreated, how he had done the loudest fart ever and it was the funniest thing and how he’d managed to eat three big tacos for dinner when his friend only ate one. Brendan sighed as his oblivious little bro just kept talking, he thought having a brother would be great but it hadn’t exactly turned out how he had imagined. When he was fourteen he was shocked but excited when his parent’s told him he was going to be a big brother, he would finally have someone to play sports with, to talk about girls with and generally do all the boy stuff you normally do with a brother. The problem was that wasn’t going to be anytime soon, now he was twenty one and Todd was seven and still they both couldn’t connect over the same things, instead Todd was too immature and Brendan just found him irritating.

Brendan nodded as his brother told him about the new wrestling move he was working on, as Brendan thought about how disappointing having a baby brother was. It would at least be another seven or eight years before he would be able to hang out with Todd and it actually be fun and then they could talk about hot girls, watch the game together and share a beer. Brendan sighed, could he really endure another seven years of listening to the mindless drivel Todd was babbling about, could he really put up with the constant annoyance and attention he required and would it be worth it in the end. Brendan’s thoughts were then interrupted as his little brother stopped and tugged on his shorts.

“Brendan my feet hurt, can I ride on your shoulders?” Todd said smiling a toothy grin.

While Brendan found him annoying, he couldn’t say no to Todd “Sure thing bud” Brendan smiled and within seconds Todd had clambered on top of him and was giggling as the continued their walk home. It was only 10 seconds before little Todd started his yammering away and Brendan couldn’t even drown it out as Todd continued with his childish stories and giggles. It wasn’t that Brendan didn’t want a little brother; he just wanted someone he could pal around with and not look after. The problem with his little brother was just that he was too little and those exact thoughts were grumbled out of his own mouth as he walked in the form of a wish, which the trickster heard and two wisps of green smoke darted through the air and entered the brother’s bodies.

Brendan at first just gave out a sneeze and assumed some dust or pollen had flew past on a gust of wind, but after his sneeze when he went to continued walking he found he couldn’t. No matter how hard he tried Brendan couldn’t move a muscle, panicked Brendan tried to speak but that too seemed impossible. Brendan didn’t know what was happening and it couldn’t even signal to Todd to see if he was alright, his could just see his little legs and feel him on top of him who for some reason felt a lot heavier all of a sudden. Brendan strained his eyes to try and see more of his little brother as he felt the weight on his shoulders grow, it was then he noticed his Todd’s legs moving. Brendan was relieved his little brother was alright and didn’t seem to be under the same paralysis but he wondered what his brother was doing. It was then Brendan noticed something odd, while looking at his little brothers legs moving he noticed they weren’t just aimlessly fidgeting but sliding down the front of his body. Brendan immediately found this strange as it appeared no other part of his brother was moving, which would have been impossible. It was only when Brendan saw his brothers knee come into his eye line, felt his brother feet touch his stomach and the weight on top of him was getting uncomfortable that he realised what was happening to Todd. Todd was growing.

Oblivious to the little boy on his brother’s shoulders, he had started to age and by now had already turned eleven and wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. Brendan huffed uneasy as holding up his brother was becoming increasingly difficult, he watched in both awe and trepidation as his brothers legs grew longer and his thighs grew thicker, taking up more and more of Brendan’s shoulders.  It was not hard for Brendan to piece together his wish only seconds ago and the now unexplainable growth Todd was going through and already Brendan was regretting his wish. As his brother grew taller and heavier Brendan was left to hold up the increasing weight, by the time Todd was fifteen Brendan was already struggling but that’s when things got worse. Brendan was already surrounded by larger thighs but soon they started to grow even thicker and faster as his brother began to gain muscle and the weight on top of Brendan increased substantially. Brendan whimpered as the thighs beside his head swelled and soon started to squash his face with the massive amount of muscle that was being packed on. Brendan could feel the strength growing inside them as they engulfed either side of his head, his little brother ass grew to match as he felt two pert, bubbly butt cheeks resting on the top of his back. What Brendan couldn't see was that Todd's little t-shirt has been shredded revealing a toned six pack, a decent set of pecs and a pair of bowling ball size biceps. Not to mention that fact the chubby, round boyish face had long since disappeared and been replaced with a chiselled, cocky frat boy face. Brendan groaned as the growth only seemed to continue, his little brothers feet now reached past his waist, all his could see in his periphery was two thick thighs and giant muscle butt now bared down on his back. Brendan grimaced when he felt some long and hard push into the back of his head as he brother gained a giant cock and balls. Brendan felt his knees begin to wobble as his brother grew in age, size, muscle, Todd’s weight now at least triple what it had started. Brendan tried to concentrate, since he couldn’t move he had to stay holding up his brother or he’d collapse on top of him. However as Brendan tried to focus his nose wrinkled in disgust, as now his brother was older he no longer had the fresh scent of youth and a musky, sweaty stench surrounded Brendan. Brendan was struggling as he finally felt the weight of his brother begin to settle, finishing at 27 and weighing 260 pounds of pure muscle Todd was far from little anymore.  Brendan didn’t know what to do as his whole body began to ache as he so desperately tried to hold up his brother, none of his muscles would move despite them being on fire. Brendan was almost in tears as he held up his giant brother, no longer the cute kid who wanted a ride but a buff muscle hunk, enjoying the view and showing off his physique.

Brendan tried for as long as he could but the weight was too much and eventually his knees buckled and he fell to ground and his new giant muscle bound bro fell on top of him. It was only when he felt his new bigger bro resting in top of his head that his body returned to him and he was allowed to let out a defeated groan, which was answered by Todd’s new deeper, masculine voice. 

“You lose bro, gonna take a lot more than that to hold up me. Now for your punishment” Todd gloated as he moved his new fat muscle butt to the side so it was now resting on the side of Brendan’s face. 

Brendan’s face was squashed under the enormous weight of his huge brother and he barely had time to speak before Todd let loose a ginormous, groaning bubbling protein fart directly into Brendan’s face. The smell was horrific and immediately the spicy, meaty unbearable stench shot up Brendan’s nose causing him to wail  while kicking and moving madly and wildly to avoid smelling it anymore, but his much bigger brother easily held him in place making sure he was forced to endure ever last sniff of the disgusting ass blast. Todd laughed dumbly as his brother struggled and gagged on his disgusting fumes, his heavy protein diet and the twelve tacos he had just eaten at his friends had really done a number on his stomach but they were perfect for punishing his little brother Brendan with. It was after a about five minutes when the smell had definitely gone and the print of his shorts was left on Brendan’s face that he finally got off him, still laughing at his brother’s misfortune. As Brendan got up he was immediately pulled into a headlock and given a savage noogie, burning at his scalp as he yelped in pain, Todd then shoved his head into his sweaty arm pit and forced Brendan to inhale his disgusting B.O. Brendan’s nose burned as the odours it had been assaulted with were far from anything it had experienced before. Brendan was then like a ragdoll as Todd then manoeuvred him into a number of different, painful wrestling holds and moves, bending his arms and legs at his whim.  Forced to endure the body odour, burps and farts of his much bigger brother for not being able to beat him. When Brendan was finally released he was left in shock as his brother gave him a hard slap on the ass and told him to hurry up. In a daze Brendan followed behind in the shadow of his muscular smelly brother, he had wished for this, he had wanted a bigger brother to pal around with and now he had this monster, a huge lumbering, wrestling obsessed, farting bully of a brother. 

On the way home Brendan cursed himself for making such a wish as his new bigger brother continued to be the worst. While Brendan had wished his brother wasn’t little anymore, that didn’t mean he had changed mentally, he was just physically bigger. So Brendan was forced to listen as Todd rattled off the stories of his last wrestling show, how much he had benched at the gym, how he had done a room-clearing protein fart in the locker-room and about all the Mexican food he had scoffed down that evening. However,  unlike before Brendan was never allowed to zone out or ignore his brothers pointless stories as he would quickly be pinned down or given a wedgie if he wasn’t giving him his full attention. Brendan wished and wished as they walked back to their house that his brother would go back to normal, that as they walked he would shrink back down to the adorable seven year old he was before.  Sadly that never happened instead he was forced to endure even more stories and even more of his brother noxious ass fumes. When Brendan did finally get home he hoped to escape Todd as he quickly ran upstairs to his room but his heart dropped when he opened the door. A room that was once his now looked completely different and that was because it was no longer just his room as he saw two beds in front of him. Pictures of wrestlers lined the room, trophies and medals adorned the shelves, the room stank of sweat and musk, while dirty socks and underwear littered the room but what scared Brendan the most was the wrestling mat that lay in the middle of the room. Before Brendan could even turn to escape the new foreign room Todd had jumped on him and with an almighty thud Brendan fell to the ground and was squashed by his much heftier brother. Nobody answered Brendan’s cries for help and mercy as his brother tossed him around, punished him, bullied him and forced his face into his sweaty ass; it was only natural for brothers to fight especially ones that were so close, so for the rest of the evening Brendan was at the mercy of his new big brother Todd.

Over the coming years Brendan would never stop wishing for his brother to return to normal, to go back to the cute, easily ignored child but it would never happen. Instead the rest of Brendan’s life would be dominated by his brother; while he was bigger he was no more mature, no different and no more grown up than before. Todd still required the same amount of relentless attention, the same desire to always be around his brother, his tireless need to tell Brendan about every little thing he had done, the same sense of humour that found farts and burps funnier than actual jokes and the same overwhelming obsession with wrestling.  Brendan would pray that as the years passed his brother’s mind would catch up with its body but the trickster made sure it never did. No matter what Brendan would try he would never be able to escape or match his brother, if he moved away his brother would come to, if he tried to build muscle his brother would build it faster and if he tried to get better at wrestling then his brother would gain, new humiliating and painful moves to use on Brendan. Even in their late thirties Todd would still be jumping on Brendan crushing him under his weight, squashing his face with his big butt and farting up his nose. For the rest of his life Brendan would be stuck with wrestler loving, bodybuilder brother with the maturity level of a seven year old, whose favourite thing in the world was squashing his brother under his enormous muscles and butt.