Football Versus Fraternity

[6 word Request: Giants, Rampaging, Strength, Alphas, Tiny Protection]

Everyone at Omega Beta heard the front door slam shut as Rex came stomping in the front door. He sprinted up the staircase two at a time, barreling through a small crowd of pledges in the upper hallway and shoving brothers Wolfy and Rhino out of the way.

He heard Wolfy in a hushed voice (but still loud enough for Gearshaft to hear down the hallway), “Dude, he’s PISSED. I heard the football guys just beat his ass in broad daylight!”

Rex froze, mid-stride, and whirled around to jab a finger in his brothers’ direction. “That’s not what happened--AT ALL!”

The door to 8-Ball’s room was locked. Rex pounded on it with both fists, anxiously running his hands through his curly black hair. He couldn’t stop focusing on the sickeningly pretty face of Chad Van DIjk, smug holier-than-thou tight end of GSU’s football team, the Goliaths.

“Seriously, 8-Ball, if you don’t open your door I’m kicking it the fuck down,” Rex said.

Rex heard several different locks twist, slide, and unlatch before the door opened a crack. 8-Ball pressed his glasses up his face as he peered out. Rex tried to shove the door open but 8-Ball pushed back.

“I’m having a meeting in here,” 8-Ball said. “Serious fraternity president stuff. Whatever you’ve got going on has got to wait.”

Rex shook his head. He rolled up a sleeve and presented the Omega Beta Crest (two swords crossed over a cup above a swirling pennant of Greek words). “Last time I checked,” Rex said, “our house principles were TRUTH, HONOR and TENACITY. And our honor has been called into question. Far as I’m concerned this is an All-Hands-On-Deck situation. A football player, in public, called me...” He leaned in and lowered his voice: “...a fag.”

8-Ball didn’t budge, but studied Rex’s face with a raised eyebrow. “I can’t tell if you’re being overdramatic or not.”

Someone shoved 8-Ball out of the way and a thick hand grabbed the door and swung it open. Rex found himself staring up at the chiseled lantern jaw of Lexus, who crossed his big arms cross his wide muscled chest. With his long blonde hair following down past his shoulders, he looked like an overgrown romance cover model.

“Excuse me!” Lexus said, literally staring down his nose at 8-Ball. “I reserved this time to voice a legitimate grievance. If you want time with the President, there’s a goddamned sign-up sheet on the bulletin board downstairs!”

The door slammed shut and Rex heard the locks clicking and rebolting. The last thing he needed at that moment was Mr. Prissypants Lexus swinging his ample muscle in Rex’s direction.

“Fine!” he shouted at the door. “I’ll just find someone else who ACTUALLY CARES about this brotherhood…”

“Or just wait ten fucking minutes!” Lexus shouted back.

But in five minutes, the football team could have already launched an attack. In five minutes Chad could be halfway to the Omega Beta house with a bunch of his overfed buddies ready to bash down the door. If the President wouldn’t help him, well… “That’s why we elect a Vice-President, too,” he said,

*

A small crew had gathered around Chad in the common area of the Football House. “So, in summation,” he continued, “my plan is to march over to Omega Beta and bash down the door. Then, we improvise. Do whatever feels natural, leaning toward our destructive tendencies. Who’s with me?”

Chad’s teammates looked at each other, then up at him. Ricky Swelton, the starting kicker, raised a hand. “So… and I’m just playing devil’s advocate here… what if we don’t? What if we just let this shit slide and get on with our lives?”

Chad shook his head. He had no idea how he could be more explicit. The lanky tight end balled up his fists, his whole body starting to vibrate. “I mean… do I have to make a Powerpoint or something? Do I need visual aids? Tyler Hofstra came at me in public--he open-hand slapped me in front of upwards of thirty witnesses! Right in the middle of the quad! At least half of the people nearby were Greek members, or at least Greek-adjacent. We do nothing, we send the message to all those cocky fratboy punks that they can walk all over us!”

Will Bomgaarten, a grizzly-bear-sized  lineman, took another bite of his buffalo chicken sub and chewed while he processed it. “I really hate those fratboy guys. Last week after the game I actually got turned away from a party just because I didn’t have any girls with me. I put my body on the line for our school’s reputation and these rich punks think they because they have money and a bunch of kegs that they’re actually worth something?”

Chad clapped his hands together and nodded. “Yes. Exactly. Everybody, listen to Will! He’s making more sense than any of us!”

The crowd started to buzz with conversation, but Ricky was back on his feet. The little kicker only came up to Chad’s shoulder, and weighed about sixty pounds less than the sturdy tight end, but he showed no fear in the face of Chad’s determination.

“I really don’t think everyone thinks in those terms, guys,” Ricky said. “Look, Chad, we all know you and that guy--what do they call him, Rex?--hate each other, and to be perfectly honest you’ve never given a straightforward reason why.”

Will took another bite of his sub and spoke with his mouth full, “I though Rex fucked Chad’s girlfriend. Or… ex-girlfriend. Wait, what was it again?”

Chad, aware he was losing them, waved his arms around wildly. “No, no! Guys, this isn’t a personal thing. This is about fraternities versus athletes, and it’s a feud that’s been festering for a long time. I think it’s time we let it all out. I mean, we’re trained to knock grown ass men to the grown. It’s time to put that training to use--and show those fratboy fucks what a man REALLY looks like!” He patted his own guns and gestured toward the lineman, especially Will’s hulking frame, but his teammates were starting to disperse.

“Sorry, bud,” Ricky said, reaching up to pat Chad on the shoulder. “I think you should just call up Rex and talk it out. This isn’t team business. It’s your business.”

As the team walked away, Chad’s temper flared. “WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? My business IS team business! That’s how a team fucking works!”

But with the support of his teammates gone, Chad would have to figure out a different plan. He pulled out his cell phone and searched for a number he hadn’t used in a long time. “Hey, Linus! Buddy, haven’t seen you since Freshman year! You got a second? I have a question for you.”

*

Tubes listened thoughtfully as Rex pitched his case. Then he sparked up his lighter and started sucking from his glass bong. Its iridescent chamber filled with thick white smoke for nealry ten seconds before Tubes yanked the bowl out and huffed in the dense cloud. The fog he coughed out was so dense, Rex could barely see across the room a moment later.

“So… what do you think?” Rex said. “Are you with me?”

“What’s 8-Ball think?” Tubes said, nodding. He traced the edges of his goatee with his thumb and forefinger.

“He’s busy. Apparently internal affairs are more important to him than actual legitimate external threats.” Rex waved his hands through the air, failing to do anything except move the smoke around. “So what do you say? Are you ready to invoke the elders on this?”

Tubes stared at a blank spot on the wall with serious intensity for a tense minute before, he started coughing and gave Rex the thumbs up. “Fuck it,” he said. “Let’s do it. Let me just find my amulet thing.”

Rex waited patiently as Tubes rummaged through every drawer of his bureau, multiple times. “You, uh… you already checked that one,” Rex said helpfully, but Tubes continued on his circuitous search.

When he finally cried out, “FOUND IT!” he was under his bed, his legs kicking as he shoved aside crushed beer cans and chip bags. He wriggled out and stood with an obsidian token on the end of a worn-looking chain. It spun as Tubes held it aloft.

“Great,” Rex said. “I’ve got mine, too, so let’s get downstairs immediately.”

The two headed to the dark, dusty basement of the house, moving aside old kegs and broken furniture to reveal a blank wall. The wall’s white paint was chipped and cracking in a spiderweb pattern. Tubes gently moved his fingers along it, feeling from crack to crack, finally reaching the right spot. “A-ha!” he said as a panel in the corner slid open revealing a spiral staircase. Rex clicked on his phone’s flashlight and the two descended into the inky darkness.

“99 stairs,” Tubes said as they reached the bottom. He brushed his foot along the bottom step, kicking up a massive cloud of dust. “Does it ever drive you nuts that they didn’t just add one more stair to it?”

“Yeah, totally,” Rex said as he looked around. He had only ever been to the secret cistern beneath Omega Beta once, back when he was promoted from pledge to full-fledged Brother. Back then he had entered blindfolded and guided by Brothers, and he left with a bottle and a half of cheap champagne in his belly.

Tubes walked fearlessly down the hallway, their way lit by torches burning with purple flames along the wall. “Do you think these things ever burn out, and someone has to replace them?” Tubes pondered as they walked. “I mean, they can’t burn forever, can they? But if we don’t replace them, who does?”

Rex heard a rumble in the darkness and felt the ground shake. “I’m not entirely sure I want the answer to that question,” he said. Despite the low-level anxiety being in this dank dungeon filled him with, he was undeterred from his goal. The more creepy and arcane their surroundings, he thought, the better chance he would get swift retribution.

The hallway ended in a massive set of double doors. “Shine your light over here,” Tubes directed. Rex could see there were no handles. Tubes felt along until his thumb found a small divot. He motioned for Rex to join him.

“You gotta put your amulet in here,”  he said as he thumbed at a tiny hole Rex could barely see. “And mine goes here,” he said, sliding his fingers to another hole in the other door.

“How many times have you been down here?” Rex asked as he slid the arrowhead-shaped pendant--the token bestowed upon him the night he achieved brotherhood--into the hole.

Tubes giggled in the darkness. “I come down here just to get high, sometimes. I feel like the Elders like weed, so it’s like I’m sharing with them.”

Rex couldn’t believe how casually Tubes accepted their creepy surroundings. The doors opened inward on their own with a creepy prolonged creak. Tubes strode in, gesturing for Rex to follow.

In the center of the large circular room was a small fountain that stunk like mildew and rot. Along the edge of the fountain were eight wooden cups, each equally spaced apart.

“Now the cups correspond with the phases on the moon,” Tubes said, licking his lips as he did minor calculations in the air. “So I’m pretty sure right now the moon’s ‘waxing crescent,’ so I take this one,” he said, selecting a cup. “You take the one exactly opposite. That’s how this works. You’re the supplicant, I’m the patron.”

Rex took the cup Tubes gestured to, sniffing it. It smelled like bad breath. “Geez, Tubes, do they teach you all this stuff when you get elected to the executive board?”

Tubes chuckled. “Nah,” he said. “I don’t even think 8-Ball knows as much as I do. He doesn’t like hanging out in here. But lemme tell ya, chow four tabs of acid and hang out in here, man. You learn the secrets of the universe!”

Tubes flicked his Zippo open and sparked a tall flame. He rummaged around on the floor, finally finding an old candle he lit, held aloft, and tilted down at the fountain. “Step back,” Tubes instructed.

Rex jumped as the fountain caught flame. Tubes, unfazed, scooped a cupful of the burning liquid. “Careful of your fingers,” he said. “Count to ten before you blow out the flames.”

Rex did as he was instructed, then the two clinked their ancient chalices and drank deeply.

The whole room seemed to spin. Rex felt like he was falling through space. The voice that spoke to him came from all directions.

“YOUR CALL HAS BEEN HEARD. WAR LIES AHEAD. OMEGA BETA’S SURVIVAL DEPENDS ON SELECTION OF A CHAMPION. CHOOSE YOUR CHAMPION NOW.”

Rex wasn’t entirely sure he still had a body, let alone a voice. “I…” he began. “I volunteer to be Omega Beta’s champion!”

The stars in all directions faded until Rex was tumbling through darkness.

“YOUR OFFER IS DENIED. YOU ARE THE FLAME THAT SHALL GUIDE THIS FIGHT, BUT YOU ARE NOT THE SWORD THAT SHALL SLAY THE ENEMY. A CHAMPION HAS BEEN CHOSEN. MAY HE KEEP YOU SAFE THAT YOUR FLAME NEVER GOES OUT.”

Gravity suddenly took hold; floating became falling, and Rex waved wildly for something to grab on to. He felt pain--a sting across his face. The blackness faded to oranges and purples. His eyes started to focus.

He was staring at Tubes. They were outside Omega Beta on the front steps. Tubes was slapping him.

“Bro, wake up! WAKE UP!” Tubes said, shaking Rex’s shoulders between slaps.

Rex blinked and looked around. “Wait, how did we get up here?” He shook his head. “Did all that happen? Did we go to the cistern?”

Tubes nodded. He smiled, but his eyes looked worried. “Yeah, bro. We have our champion. You ready to lead him into battle?”

Tubes pointed up. Rex stared up, unable to comprehend what he was seeing at first--until he realized it was Lexus’ naked body, tanned and splendidly muscled, shiny and hairless.

Except he was 40 feet tall. Big Lexus stomped a foot down, causing minor tremors that nearly knocked Rex and Tubes off their feet. Tubes waved his arms.

“Hey! Buddy!” he shouted. He chuckled when Lexus peered down at them. He squatted down, his pendulous cock and balls hanging twelve feet above them. He reached down with a massive hand and poked in their direction.

“What the fuck happened?” Lexus said, confused.

“Well, you always said there was no such thing as too big!” Tubes said. The Vice-President shoved Rex toward the giant blonde bodybuilder. “He’s all yours buddy. Go wreck the football team!”

Rex blinked, unsure of what he had gotten himself into, but certain that there was no going back now.

*

Chad was grateful for the goggles when Linus finished pouring the two glowing chemicals together. The green liquid it produced glowed so brightly it felt like staring into the son.

“It’s fine,” Linus said, turned away from the vial of radiant liquid. “It’s supposed to do that. It’ll tone down soon enough.” Sure enough, seconds later it had faded enough that they could stare at it painlessly.

“So, what,” Chad asked, “do I just drink the whole thing?”

Linus was as tall as Chad but, next to the thick athlete, looked especially willowy. He took a step back. “Look, I told you I’d show you what I was working on, but I didn’t say you could be the test subject.”

Chad smiled, casually rubbing a hand over his chest. He and Linus had been roommates their freshman year, and he happened to know that Linus was madly in love with him back then. The fact that every one of Linus’ boyfriends since they lived together had been a redhead, like Chad, just confirmed his theories. That was his bargaining chip, he knew, and he would use it to get what he needed.

“Look, Linus,” he said, taking a step toward the Biochem major. “You said you were studying ways to enlarge living cells. I even read your blog about your research!” He had actually just skimmed the blog, minutes before coming to meet Linus at the lab. He found most of it unintelligible, but the words he did recognize told him one thing: Linus was very near his goal of making a 100-pound guinea pig. “I have a need to be larger.”

Linus took a step away from Chad, holding the glowing liquid near his chest. “Chad, I’ve barely begun testing this on living subjects. Without the right genetic makeup, this stuff could do literally anything to you. You can’t just drink it, either. It’s hyperconcentrated. You’d need to dilute it first. More than a drop and.... Even if it did work, you’d just explode. Every splatter of you would be charred into the walls, too. You’d be a very expensive mess, in other words.”

Chad stared at the liquid. “What if I told you it was important?” he said, smiling, knowing Linus was powerless when he busted out his dimples. “What if I told you it was a matter of life and death?”

Linus rolled his eyes. “Explain,” he said.

“Well,” Chad began, taking a moment to formulate his argument. “A member of a certain… fraternity… assaulted me today. And I believe he plans to do more, later. And since my team won’t back me on this, I figured what better way to throw my weight around by being a fuckton bigger? I mean, you said it’s temporary, right?”

Linus smirked. “Fraternity? Is this a lover’s squabble by chance?”

Chad’s posture went rigid, and he crossed his arms. “Not sure what you’re suggesting by that,” he said, turning away from Linus. “I mean, yeah, it’s possible this guy and I fucked the same girl and that’s what this is all about... “

Linus laughed into his gloved hand. “Chad, nobody’s buying the whole straight thing. Back when we lived together, you used to get VERY drunk and VERY honest--after I sucked your dick, that is.”

Chad’s head snapped at Linus. “You never sucked my dick!” he said, even as vague memories started to emerge. “I’m not into that shit.”

Linus shrugged. “Well, whatever. Look, you want a demo? I’ll give you a demo.” Linus set the glowing vial on a counter. He crossed the lab to a refrigerator, returning with a stalk of celery. “Watch.” He dipped the end of the stalk into the vial. Rex could see the glowing liquid traveling up the “veins” of the celery. Seconds later, the stalk started to grow--enlarging in Linus’ hands until it was as tall as he was.

Linus shoved the massive stalk toward Chad. It fell at him like a tree. He couldn’t believe how heavy it was.

“You need a big weapon to scare your fratboy with?” Linus said. “Use that. But get the hell out of my lab. I have work to do.”

Chad stared at the giant vegetable. “What the hell am I going to do with giant celery?”

“Same thing you used to do with that vibrator you hid in your football cleats,” Linus said. “I’d imagine you’ve loosened up quite a bit since back then--and I know how you like this big…”

“Whatever, Linus,” Chad said. “I’ll do YOU a favor, and let your favorite side of me be the last thing you see as I walk out the door.” Chad threw the giant celery up on his shoulder and left the room with it, throwing a middle finger over his shoulder as he left.

He ran into Ricky and Will just outside the tech building. “The fuck is that?” Will said. Chad handed him the celery.

“It’s yours, big fella, eat up,” Chad said. Will did exactly as he was told, tilting his head and biting the tall stalk sideways. “Hey, RIcky, lemme ask you a question: you know I like chicks, right?”

Ricky shook his head. “Okay, Chad, I’m going to just set aside that weird question and your giant celery--just for a second--because I think you need to see something.” He pulled out his phone. Chad watched a shaky video, unclear of what he was seeing most of the time--he saw a couple of guys he recognized from the basketball team, and some big animal he thought, but the footage was so jostled he could barely make most of it out.

“What am I looking at?” Chad said as he watched the video again. The brown animal looked like a person, maybe. He recognized what looked like abs, maybe, but the perspective was all wrong--and a nipple, too, but the camera had panned up to show it.

“Isn’t that a guy from that fraternity you were talking about?” Ricky said. “That uber-rich idiot who has his butler give him his steroid injections?”

The story Chad had heard was that, one time, Lexus, the wealthiest brother in a fraternity full of trust-fund-kids, had his father’s personal assistant give him a testosterone shot. Chad was fine with the inaccurate rumor, however.

Chad watched it one more time. The brown thing was a tanned, muscular giant--there was no other word for it!--and when the camera panned up, he could just barely make out the blurry imagine of the blonde, roided out Lexus, Omega Beta’s more muscular and most temperamental brothers.

Chad’s eyes went wide. He stared at Ricky. “Wait, if that’s a person--if that’s really Lexus, then that means he’s…”

“A literal giant,” Ricky said. “And I guess he ran into a bunch of basketball players and flicked them like bugs.”

“You think… maybe he’s headed our way?” Chad said. He heard Will let out a deep, guttural burp--nothing out of the ordinary for him.

“Oh, most definitely,” Ricky said. “But when he gets here, I don’t think it’ll matter if we have the whole team together or not. I’m pretty sure he can end us all with one big stomp!”

“Guys?” Chad heard Will ask, but he and Ricky ignored their huge teammate.

Chad shifted uncomfortably. “Well, he’s not specifically the guy I had the problem with… maybe they’re unrelated?”

Will suddenly let out a long, drawn-out fart. “Jesus, Chris, Will,” Chad turned. “You fucking pig--” His mouth dropped open as he saw his normally 6’5” 325 pound buddy standing a full head taller than normal.

Will’s t-shirt and sweatpants had stretched to their limit, shredding down the seams and along his oversized ass. Will grabbed his solid gut with his beefy hands and burped again. Almost in response to the belch, his body swelled, shredding the last of his clothes. Despite some tatters that clung to his sweaty pits or his hairy chest, the bearded lineman stood essentially naked, and seven and a half feet tall. “What the fuck is happening to me?” he said, patting down his chubby muscles with one hand, covering his cock and balls with another.

Chad’s eyes lit up. “Hey Will, buddy?” He pointed to the discarded, slightly gnawed-upon celery. “You think you could scarf the rest of that down for me?”

Will’s eyes darted around, worried who might see him like this. “Why?” he asked.

“Because a 40 foot tall fratboy is headed our way and we need to show him how strong our offensive line can be.”

*

Every time Lexus took a step, his hand shook; Rex, in turn, would panic, reaching across the upturned palm for a handhold, terrified he was going to tumble off and splatter against the ground. Once, Rex slid through Lexus’ spread fingers, but his gigantic brother caught him with the other hand. Rex hadn’t been able to settle his nerves since that happened.

To distract himself from the dizzying distance between him and the ground, Rex looked up at Lexus’ massive face. “Bro, did you see how freaked out the basketball team was? Didn’t some of those guys used to say you had a little dick?” Rex suddenly recalled. “One of them spotted you in the gym showers or something?”

Lexus frowned. “Yeah, well, my dick’s bigger than his whole body now.” He blinked and shook his head. “It’s weird. Usually all I want to do is eat and lift, but right now… for some reason… all I can think about is every nasty thing someone’s ever said to me.”

Rex rolled over onto his back. Staring up at Lexus’ beautiful face against the blue sky was better than staring over the edge of the massive hand holding him up. “We headed to the football house next?”

Lexus shook his head. “Nope. Pi Kappa Alpha next,” he said.

Rex didn’t feel like he was in a position to argue with the gigantic man, but he still felt curious. “Why there?”

Lexus gritted his teeth. “Some business to attend to.”

Suddenly Lexus raised his hand. Rex left his stomach behind as Lexus plopped him on his massive delt. The bulging sweatslicked muscle was an even more precarious spot. Rex started to loathe the fact that every part of Lexus was so thick and round--and that he insisted on being hairless and smooth at all times.

Pi Kappa Alpha was three stories tall but from his perch on Lexus’ shoulder, Rex found himself looking down on it. Lexus grabbed the roof with both hands and grunted, his upper body flexing (the delt Rex was riding on bouncing so much he expected to fly off it--but luckily, he stayed put) as he tore the roof away and peered in.

Lexus’ big hands reached into the house, grabbing at the little Pike brothers as they fled their giant invader. He would grab one, hold him up, then toss the little guy back inside, resulting in at least a fifteen foot drop for the discarded fratboy.

“Where… the fuck… is Chris Krenshaw?” Lexus boomed. He punched his fist through the top floor, reaching through the hole to feel around for more little men inside.

“Hey, big guy, maybe…” Rex said as he slid around. “...maybe put me on the ground or something? You’re getting really slippery…” When Lexus ignored him, Rex grabbed hold of Lexus flowing blonde locks and climbed up into his hair. Wrapping the hair around his waist, he managed to find a safe perch up near Lexus’ ear.

“Fuck! There you are.” Lexus pulled his hands from the building leaving behind clouds of pulverized debris. In his face he saw a guy he only recognized from occasionally attending Pike parties. Big ass, tight body, dimples, nice smile… not like Rex ever noticed those things, of course.

“FUCK! JESUS!” screamed the little hunk--Chris, Rex assumed.

“Quick question, Chris,” Lexus said as he tightened his fist. The little guy, whose head was the only thing exposed from the clenching fingers, groaned as Lexus poured on the pressure. “You think I’m nothing but a brainless spoiled bodybuilder, right?”

Chris looked panicked. He wriggled to no avail. “No, I… I mean… Man, please…”

Lexus shook his head. “Remember when you said I was awful at sucking dick?” He raised his fist and opened it, gripping little Chris by the waist with his thumb and forefinger. He dangled his prey just above his face. With his other hand he raised a thumbnail to Chris’ belt, snapping it open with one flick. Then he slowly lowered Chris’ flailing body into his mouth.

“Fuck--no… AAAAGH!” Chris screamed, no doubt expecting to be swallowed alive. But Lexus just slurped on Chris’ lower half. When he pulled him out, the trapped fratboy was naked from the waist down.

Lexus hocked a loogy that sailed like a bomb to the street below--Rex could just barely make out the mangled remains of Chris’ pants, shoes and underwear in the volley of phlegm that splattered on the pavement--before lowering Chris back into his mouth. He left Chris’ upper body free to punch and pound against the giant’s lips while Lexus went to town on his lower body.

By the slurping sounds--and the way Chris was writhing and moaning--Rex assumed that he was going to town on Chris’ lower half.

“Hey, big guy, I didn’t realize you were into dudes,” Rex whispered into the giant’s ear. He felt a tightness in his chest, and although he kept telling himself he shouldn’t, he let loose a secret that had been trying to escape for years: “I am too, bud. I am, too.”

Lexus didn’t respond. He kept slurping on Chris, whose moans changed from terror to pleasure as Lexus stomped away from Pi Kappa Alpha. Just before leaving the property, he kicked his foot behind him, smashing the side of the building like a wrecking ball. 

“All that time spent trying to make yourself bigger,” Rex said as he watched the other Pike brothers fleeing their collapsing home. “Did you ever expect you’d be the biggest guy alive? You’re loving this, aren’t you big fella?”

Lexus gave Rex a thumbs up as slurped Chris all the way into his mouth. Rex expected him to gulp the little guy back, but he just rolled him around in his mouth, occasionally opening his lips to let in some fresh air, like the little forward was a sweat-flavored-lozenge.

“You do your thing, big guy, but maybe spit out your guy before we get to the football team, okay?” Rex said, getting another thumbs-up in response.

*

Will towered over the goal posts. He measured himself against them, satisfied at his height, then looked down at his teammates, arranged around his massive feat in the endzone. “You know, at first I kind of had issues with being naked,” he said, patting his solid gut and flexing his massive arms, each flexed mound as big as a minivan. “But honestly this is starting to feel great. Leting by boys down below swing free…” He thrust his hips forward, letting his massive cock and balls swing back and forth. Some of his teammates below groaned at the display. But Chad, who hung from Will’s chest hair, perked up at the sight of Will’s massive dong swinging.

“I like seeing you all comfortable like this,” Chad said. “Dude, you’re a natural fucking giant!”

“This is the perfect place to have our showdown,” Will said. He stomped a foot down, leaving a massive crater in the field. “Damn. Fuck. I guess I have to be more careful.”

“Screw it!” Chad yelled. “The university can repair that shit. Just think how much funding our team’s gonna get with an offensive lineman who can topple the defense with one finger!”

Will smiled and beat his chest. He growled, a rumble that shook everyone to their bones. “I can see him. Jesus, he’s coming this way!”

The football players below could feel the tremors in the ground. Their gigantic opposition was on its way--every footstep made the earth rumble.

Will stood to attention, throwing out his beefy chest. As always, he was built like a brick wall; now, he was built more like the Great Wall of China. Chad happened to glance down below to see that Will wasn’t the only thing tightening up his posture: Will’s on-the-small-side dick (relative to the rest of him, that is, since it was at least the as big as any of Will’s fellow lineman) had started to harden up, pointing up toward Will’s hairy keg belly. Chad started to wonder exactly which part of all this Will was getting off on.

“Look at that overgrown tubby fuck!” It wasn’t the building-sized Adonis that was striding confidently toward them who shouted the insult. Chad recognized the voice. He scanned the area for Rex.

“Jesus Christ, Mr. Silver Spoon can obviously afford some top-notch steroids!” Chad shouted back. Lexus’ somber face twisted into a grimace at the insult.

“Yo,” Will said, poking Chad gently with a chubby finger. “Quiet down. Let me take care of this.”

“Well, look at you,” Lexus said. He threw out his massive chest, flexing his pecs one at a time. “Looks like you gained some weight this season,” Lexus said. “Which buffet did you put out of business?”

Will shrugged. “I got this big through hard work,” he said, pounding his chest with his massive fists. Chad, hanging near the center, yelped as each one made contact, the shockwave from each ripping through him. “Not with a needle in my ass.”

Lexus licked his lips and shook his blonde hair out. He stomped a foot to the ground (the football players toppled like bowling pins), leaned forward, and hit a most-muscular pose, crowned by toothy sneer. He turned and flared his lats--which seemed about fifty yards wide, gauged against the football field below.

Chad noticed that Will’s cock was rock hard now. Was he getting off on this? “Oh yeah? You may spend all day in the gym, but how hard can you hit? Cuz I hit like a runaway mack truck--now, I probably hit like a fucking meteor!”

Chad struggled to hold on as Will punched the ground--causing tremors that were probably felt miles away. As Will stood back up, Chad couldn’t help but notice that Lexus’ dick was rock hard as well.

Lexus reached up and plucked something from his hair--holy shit, it was Rex!--and plopped his little passenger at the root of his dick. Will did the same for Chad, who straddled the hard veiny member like it was a horse. He had to hug it just to stay on, but doing so made the whole thing jump.

The two giants lunged at each other, catching each other fists. The force of their collision made Chad’s teeth chatter. Lexus’ polished mountainous biceps flexed as Will pressed hard; Will’s hairy mammoth-sized arms bulged as Lexus pressed back. From their perches atop their respective cocks, Rex and Chad remained focused on one another. Rex flipped Chad the middle finger; Chad flipped him two back, then grabbed hold of Will's cock for dear life as the two giants shoved each other back and forth.

Moving with a shocking amount of speed for a man his size, Lexus suddenly grabbed will by his thick waist and hoisted him into the air, slamming him into the Away team’s bleachers. Will grabbed Lexus by his glistening arms and flipped him, slamming him into the center of the field.

As Will scrambled to his feet, Chad finally lost hold. He couldn’t grab hold of Will’s pubes in time; he hit the ground rolling, laying there stunned when it was over. It took him a few seconds to get the will to breathe again. When he was sure nothing was broken, he staggered to his feet. He was sure he’d be massively bruised.

The two giants continued to brawl above him. Lexus through a punch but Will easily caught it, returning a punch against Lexus’ chiseled 8-pack. The bodybuilder grunted, flexing his abdomen; Will bellowed as if he’d punched steel. The massive lineman lunged forward tackling into Lexus. The two of them tumbled to the ground, demolitioning what was left of the stadium.

The force sent Chad airborne. He sailed through the air and landed again, this time face down. He saw stars and felt himself fading out, even as the thunderclaps of the giant brawl continued to boom above him.

“Get up!” said a familiar voice. He felt a gentle slap, bringing him back to consciousness. Chad found himself staring into Rex’s face. For a moment, he was relieved to see it, until he remembered he was supposed to be angry with him.

Rex helped Chad to his feet and the two hustled away from the titanic battle. It had turned into a grappling match now, with Lexus on top.

“Thanks,” Chad said as he and Rex ran together.

“I think…” Rex paused. He was limping. “Shit, I think I… might have sprained my ankle or something.”

Chad grabbed Rex and tossed him over his shoulder, sprinting off the demolished field while Lexus and WIll continued to battle. When they were a safe distance away, he gently set Rex on the ground. The two giants were so huge they could still see the battle. Will had flipped Lexus over and was grinding his face into the ground.

“Shit. We fucked the whole stadium up,” Chad said as he surveyed the massive damage. “I guess I should have figured that was going to happen.”

“We wrecked the basketball house, and the hockey house, and Pi Kappa Alpha, and two bars downtown,” Rex recounted. “I guess Lexus got fired from his bouncing job at a couple places. Owners thought he was too dumb, I guess. Man, I’m sure they regret that decision.”

The grunting of the massive men had turned to moaning. A sweaty funk fell over everyone like a fog. Chad’s eyes went wide as he realized what was happening: Will was fucking Lexus, and Lexus was craning his neck around trying to kiss Will back.

“Are you shitting me?” Rex said, his eyes going wide. “I only just now found out Lexus was into dudes. I didn’t even know what his type was.”

Chad shook his head. He knew Will had never had a boyfriend, but the idea of him being with another dude--let alone a guy whose body just looked like a bunch of steaks squashed together--was shocking to him. “Holy shit, Will is fucking the shit out of him!”

As the two giants fell into a rhythm, their higher brain functions shutting down as their lusty urges took over, Chad watched the two start to shrink.

“Why the fuck did all this start, anyway?” Chad said as he reached down to check Rex’s ankle. The fratboy winced at the touch, then relaxed.

“Because… you called me a fag…” Rex said. He let out a sigh. “Damn, dude, of all the things to say…”

Chad remembered saying it earlier that day. His stomach went cold. Something about seeing Rex in public, a flash of all those hazy memories of sneaking into Omega Beta after too many beers, the knowledge that Rex could ruin him if he ever opened his mouth… “Fuck, dude. I don’t know why I did that. You didn’t have to slap me, though.”

“I should have blackened your fucking eye!” Rex said, but both his mouth and his eyes were smiling. They glanced over to the rutting beasts, who were shrinking steadily, now only about twenty feet tall. “I kind of… came out to Lexus today,” Rex said. “And I think Lexus came out to the whole world. I’m pretty sure satellites could see him taking that dick like a fucking champion.”

Chad let out a sigh. “If those two can just say, ‘Fuck it,’ and get what they want, you think… maybe…” He extended a hand to Rex, who took it. Their fingers interlocked.

The giants were now normal sized now. They had rolled over, Lexus bobbing up and down on Will while furiously jerking his own dick. Any football players who had been in the surrounding area were long gone now. Amidst all that destruction, they had relative privacy.

Chad leaned forward, his gut twisted in anxiety as Rex’s face grew closer. Despite the overwhelming fear that Rex would reject him, Chad pressed on--and when Rex kissed him back, he felt his heart explode.