Ronnie and Johnny

“Hey big bro. Been a while, huh?”

The sarcastic words rang in Ronnie’s head as he lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling unable to sleep.

Ronnie and Johnny

That’s how it’d been their entire lives. In that order. Ronnie, older by 6 years, was always bigger, faster, even smarter than his scrawny little brother. Not that their relationship had been particularly contentious; it’s just that Ronnie had always been more or less dismissive of Johnny. Ronnie was the star student-athlete of the school and the family. He went off to a fancy, private college, hardly ever visited home, and was now only coming home because he’d just finished a 2-year research fellowship in Antarctica.

Aside from collecting samples and creating reports, there was little else for Ronnie to do except lift at the facility gym, so he was excited to show off his even bigger, more shredded body. At 6’ 3”, he towered over most others, and his hard work in the gym showed even though the PPE required for his research. However, all the excitement, the anticipation of stares he would receive upon his return to his old neighborhood where his parents still lived was short-lived as he strutted up the city block. He recognized several people walking on the busy street, and they seemed to recognize him, but they weren’t… as impressed as Ronnie had expected. As soon as he thought that, Ronnie chuckled softly. ‘Okay, I’m officially a douche,’ he thought, looking down at his arms, thick with muscle and corded with veins, and on display in the tight tank top he was wearing.

“Hello!” he called, entering the apartment. His parent’s thought he’d be arriving the next day, and he arrived early as a surprise, but he realized the place might be empty. “Hellooo..?” he called again, walking down the hall toward the bedrooms. The bathroom he and Johnny used to share was open and the light was on. What he saw there would change his life forever.

“Hey big bro. Been a while, huh?”

Ronnie’s eyes widened to see a massive, tall bodybuilder checking himself out in the mirror, wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy underwear. For half-second, he thought there was an intruder in the house until he processed the fact that the muscle stud had called him “big bro”. No… it couldn’t have been… it was impossible. The man had a sneer on his face as he watched Ronnie connect the dots.

“J-Johnny… is that… how… is that you?” the normally confident older brother stammered, looking up to meet his younger brother’s penetrating gaze. Johnny was at least 6’7”, if the distance from his head to the door frame was any indication. The being Ronnie just smirked harder, bringing his massive arms down.

“In the flesh,” he said, his formerly reedy voice now deep and resonant. He punctuated his simple response with an unbelievable display of muscle control, bouncing his bulbous pecs rapidly. Ronnie gasped. It almost looked like Johnny was somehow individually, consciously controlling every fiber. ‘That’s impossible…’ he thought.

“Can you believe it?” Johnny said as if reading his brother’s mind, a grin on his sculpted, masculine face. Before he knew it, Ronnie was enveloped in perfectly smooth, rock-hard masses that most would call muscles. “Give your *little bro* a hug, Ron. I haven’t seen you in two years,” Johnny whispered. Ronnie couldn’t help but detect just a bit of edge in those words. The hug was brief, but he found himself wishing his younger brother would hold him for all eternity.

“J-Johnny… when… how…” Ronnie sputtered. He didn’t even know where to start. Johnny just calmly stood there, looking down at his older brother with a small grin, waiting for him to compose himself. “I g-gues you finally got that growth spurt,” he finally spat out, forcing a smile on his face.

“You got that right, bro,” Johnny said cockily, flexing an arm and forcing dozens of thick veins to the surface. “I’ve grown in a lot of ways…” he said, palming his prominent bulge. Ronnie’s eyes went straight to his brother’s crotch, and he would’ve passed it off as a dude “adjusting himself” if not for the wink he received when he quickly looked up at Johnny’s face again.

“So… ahem…” Ronnie started, awkwardly shuffling his feet, looking to see that his brother even dwarfed him there, sporting a pair of wide, powerful feet. “Wh-where are mom and dad?” he asked, desperate to talk about anything but the stud in front of him. Johnny rolled his eyes.

“They’re out getting stuff for your big homecoming,” he said, voice dripping with disdain. Johnny pushed past his older brother, making sure his huge chest brushed across his entire face. He was so wide and thick that it would’ve been impossible even if hadn’t done it intentionally.

“Oh… yeah…” Ronnie replied weakly. There was no denying that he’d always been the favorite, and that seemed like one thing that hadn’t changed.

“Anyways, mom’s probably gonna piss herself when she sees you,” he grunted from his room. There wasn’t an ounce of mirth in his voice. Ronnie followed, surprised to see his younger brother’s room completely spotless and organized. Johnny was sitting at his computer, his large hands surprisingly deft as he typed rapidly. Ronnie couldn’t make sense of what he was doing, but it looked like some kind of complicated computer code. He tried to make some small talk.

“So… I guess you’ve been using that campus gym…” he said, unable to tear his eyes away from the awe-inspiring physique in front of him. The way Johnny was sitting really emphasized his insane proportions: an almost delicate, lithe waist that erupted with muscle on either end; forearms bigger than Ronnie’s upper arms that rippled ferociously with each keystroke; calves that bulged sensually as he lifted his heels off the floor.

“You could say that…” Johnny laughed coldly, turning to look at Ronnie without slowing his typing. Suddenly, his expression brightened. “Hey! I bet you’re looking to lift,” he said, inspecting and sizing up his brother for the first time. “You wanna head to the gym while they’re out?” Ronnie was caught off guard by the shift in tone from his brother, but he wasn’t going to question it if that meant finally having something to bond over with him. He gulped, nervous at the thought of how much weight his now-behemoth brother was putting up now.

“S-sounds great, litt—uh bro,” he responded. Johnny just smiled.

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The walk to the gym was… interesting. Ronnie had never felt so invisible as when he was next to Johnny. Barely clothed in a stringer tank and some tight gym shorts, his younger brother was on display for all to see. Johnny strutted gracefully down the street, greeting every lustful glance with a cocky smile, like he was drinking in their visual worship.

At the gym, Johnny just walked through without checking in, but once the clerk spotted Ronnie, he started to say something.

“He’s with me,” Johnny said firmly before the clerk could utter a syllable. He never even bothered to look in the clerk’s direction.

Given that it was the middle of the day during the week, the weight floor was relatively deserted; there was an older man, in pretty decent shape for what looked to be 60 years old, and a well-muscled, gymnast-type about Johnny’s age. They both stared at Johnny as he walked confidently through the space.

“It’s chest day,” he proclaimed to Ronnie, heading straight to the bench.

“Actually, it’s back day for—“ Ronnie started.

“It’s. Chest. Day.” Johnny said firmly, looking right into his brother’s eyes. Even though he hadn’t raised his voice at all, Ronnie felt like the pressure had dropped in the room and his hair was standing on end. He could swear he saw his younger brother’s eyes glow for a split second.

“O-okay…” he said meekly. The tension dissipated significantly.

“What you benching?” Johnny asked.

“405,” Ronnie said proudly. He bounced his pecs a bit, but Johnny wasn’t even paying attention as he loaded up the bar.

“No, not your warmup. For working sets,” Johnny responded, annoyed. Ronnie furrowed his brow.

“What? That is… that’s pretty much my max,” the older brother retorted. ‘What the hell is he thinking?’ he thought. Johnny looked his brother up and down and then made a face as if he’d smelled something mildly unpleasant. “Whatever…” he sighed, leaving the bar at 225. “Is that light enough?”

The rest of the workout continued similarly. Ronnie, proud of his strength, had never felt so emasculated, especially by a kid still in college. Johnny effortlessly played with weights that Ronnie was pretty sure were within world-record territory. In an effort to keep up, he pushed himself harder than ever, but he failed to impress his younger brother. Johnny didn’t say anything, but he made it pretty clear.

By the end, Ronnie was drenched in sweat, gasping for breath after being out through his paces. Johnny was practically glowing, as if he’d been to a spa. ‘Is his hair even better coiffed?’ he thought in disbelief. At that moment, Johnny ran a hand through his thick, shiny locks, somehow making him even more handsome. To Ronnie’s surprise, his cock started plumping up. ‘What the fuck…’

“Posing room,” Johnny commanded, not waiting for his older brother to follow. The brothers stood in the mirror-filled room, inspecting their bodies. Actually, they both were looking at Johnny's unbelievable physique. Despite looking better than ever, Ronnie hardly noticed himself as Johnny once again stripped down to his underwear, his flawless, blemish-free skin somehow shining in the harsh, fluorescent lights. He cycled through poses with a fluid grace that seemed impossible with his mass. Ronnie didn’t even know that he was now rock hard. He couldn’t stop staring, and Johnny just sneered.

The younger stud threw up a magnificent double bicep pose, and Ronnie for some reason went into older brother mode.

“You know, if you turn your wrists a little, you’ll—“

“Dude, I’m a FUCKING GOD, and you have the gall to tell me what to do?!” Johnny shouted. The volume of his voice was enough to make Ronnie jump back in surprise,  but what happened next threatened to tear his sanity to shreds.

Johnny’s massive, perfect body rose into the air a few inches, his feet pointing down as he spread his arms in a godly pose. His eyes glowed white and small arcs of electricity jumped between the striations of his muscles, which seemed to sharpen and perfect with each passing second.

“J-J-Johnny… what the fuck?!” Ronnie cried out, falling to his knees as his brother hovered in midair. He locked eyes with Johnny, and he felt a presence inside of his mind.

“I can’t believe I used to look up to you,” an impossibly deep voice sounded in his mind, unmistakably Johnny’s. Ronnie could do nothing but whimper as cum suddenly shot out of his cock, soaking his shorts. The god rolled his pure white eyes. “Pathetic. I didn’t even do anything,” he intoned, waving his hand to telekinetically push his brother to the edge of the room. He looked at the door and it opened, and with a snap of his fingers, the gymnast cutie was suddenly in front of him, floating.

“Wh-what the fuuu—“ the kid started to panic, but a gesture from the god claimed him down instantly. Johnny hovered closer, a sweet smile on his face.

“It’s alright, dude. Just me,” he said softly, his voice dripping with eroticism. Ronnie came again, moaning in ecstasy. “Don’t mind him, that’s just my loser brother,” he said with a smile that threatened even more orgasms. “I’ve had my eye on you, Chase,” he continued, floating closer to the tightly muscled stud. Tears formed in Chase’s eyes as he looked at literal perfection.

“H-h-how…” he sputtered. Johnny took a perfect finger and pressed it against Chase’s lips. “Shh… it’s alright bud. I know everything about you. Actually, I know everything about everything,” he said cockily. “And I know that this is what you really want.”

Johnny floated back a few feet and extended an achingly gorgeous, powerful arm toward Chase. First, all of his clothes disappeared, revealing even more of his ripped body. Then, a soft beam of light erupted from Johnny’s outstretched hand and bathed Chase completely. All Ronnie could hear was shouts of ecstasy for a few seconds before the light dissipated.

Chase had been… augmented… refined. It’s like essence had been distilled to its most pure and masculine. He’d grown taller than Ronnie, and his muscles were all pumped and sculpted to perfection. He’d have been one of the most beautiful men Ronnie had ever seen if a literal god weren't also right in front of him. Twirling his finger, Johnny mentally turned the improved stud and gently set him on the ground.

“Like what you see?” he asked, the mirrors vibrating with his powerful voice.

“Holy fucking shit!” Chase exclaimed. He ran his hand over his gorgeous torso, luxuriating in his hard, smooth muscles. “Th-th-thank you!” he said, turning to the hovering god.

“Of course, cutie,” Johnny said, twitching a finger and raising Chase up into his arms. “How else are you going to survive a godly fuck?” Johnny willed his black briefs to dissolve, revealing a monstrous, leaking cock. Chase felt its size, realizing he could rest his entire weight on its hard thickness. His eyes widened with fear. “Don’t worry bro. I’ve got more than a few tricks up my sleeve,” Johnny said as he lifted Chase in his arms and I played him on the god-cock in one smooth motion. Expletives streamed out of both Chase and Ronnie’s mouths. Johnny turned to his brother, his face full of disdain. “Ugh, I almost forgot you were here. Why don’t you get out of here?” and with a subtle gesture from his divine brother, Ronnie suddenly found himself at home, spurting more jizz in tribute to his little brother, Johnny.