More Than Antoine Could Handle (Part 2: Ant-Sized Antoine)

[muscle growth, muscle theft, humiliation]

There was a fake rock behind Antoine’s back porch with a spare key inside. He had never used it before--had almost forgotten about it--but he was grateful to have it as he shivered in the cold night air.

“I called the cops on you, you little shit!”

It was Ernie, his neighbor, waving his cell phone around wildly. He wasn’t joking, either; as Antoine had hopped fences to get away, he heard Ernie shout into his phone, “Hi, there’s this skinny little naked guy running around drunk! Please come arrest him so we can finally get some peace and quiet around here!”

Skinny little naked guy…

Safely in his house, Antoine locked the door, then jogged to the front door and locked it as well. Being home didn’t make him feel any more secure. Everything had an air of unfamiliarity. It was too many steps to cross a room. Door knobs and shelves were too high. And he was still naked. He couldn’t stand looking down at his thin, unfamiliar body anymore.

He was done telling himself that all this wasn’t possible. Somehow it had happened, but he was having a hard time planning anything past the next few seconds. Chance was over there, walking around with his muscles like this was some sort of joke. Antoine had never felt so powerless in his life.

The banging on the door Antoine leaned against startled him so much he yelped. He slapped a skinny hand over his mouth and shook--who the fuck was knocking at this hour?

“Yo, Antoine!” It was Ernie. Antoine seethed. Ernie had always followed Antoine around with a hint of worship to his friendliness. Once Ernie brought a date to Antoine’s door just to introduce him, probably just for the added credibility of being friends with a guy Antoine’s size. He had patiently tolerated it for years, but now he wanted to grab Ernie by the throat and pitch him at the horizon.

Except now, Ernie could subdue Antoine with one hand. He knew, because just fifteen minutes before, Ernie had twisted Antoine’s arm behind him like it was nothing. After squirming away, Antoine threw a punch that Ernie swatted away like it was a fly.

“Hey, Antoine, you up?” Ernie started again.

If I were up, wouldn’t I have answered the door already, asshole? But clearly, Ernie had an agenda. Antoine cleared his throat, doing his best to lower his voice. I can’t believe I’m trying to do an impression of myself.

“Hey, Ernie, what’s up?” Antoine said. Despite his best efforts it was still too high, but he hoped his Montreal accent would still be enough of an identifier.

“Antoine, just wanted to give you a heads up that one of the punks from next door hopped into your backyard. I called the cops but I wanted to let you know in case he tried to rob you or whatever.”

“Hey, thanks Ernie, but I got a chick in here right now…” Antoine cleared his throat. His voice was so thin and reedy! Luckily, Ernie was just stupid enough to buy it. “How about giving us some privacy?”

“You got it big guy!” Ernie said. “Sorry!”

As Antoine climbed the stairs, he couldn’t get over how much bigger they were. Was this how everything was going to be? He tried to ignore how huge his bed was, how heavy the 50 lb dumbbell sitting in the corner of the room looked, as he rifled through his drawers.

He held up a pair of boxers. They hung down to his knees. Tank tops were out of the question (they looked like tents; his shoulders were so narrow they wouldn’t stay on) but his shirts were all too wide and too long.

Even his clothes felt heavier to him. He checked his closet, only to realize his pant legs were big enough to house his entire body now. A terry cloth robe hung in his bathroom. It pooled around his feet, trailing behind him as he walked, but if he pulled the belt tight and rolled up the sleeves it at least gave him a break from staring at his bony frame and his shriveled dick.

What was his next move? He cursed as he realized his phone had been in the pocket of the shorts he had shrunk out of next door. Who would he even call if he had it? “Excuse me, officer? I need to report a theft. My neighbor stole all of my muscles and he won’t give them back!”

Antoine froze as he heard his front door open. Hadn’t he locked it? Heavy footsteps thudded into his house, along with a couple other snickering voices. Who the fuck?

“You think he just ran away?”

It was that punk Toots from next door!

“That dumb shit neighbor of ours chased him off. I bet the cops picked him up. I wonder what he’s telling them right now?” Antoine recognized Reggie’s voice--which meant that the thunderous footsteps belonged to Chance, still carrying around all of Antoine’s stolen mass. He had left his wallet and keys behind as well.

“Guys, chill the fuck out. Go grab something to eat. I’m gonna go look around upstairs. I want to explore my wardrobe options at this size.”

The ground shook as Chance came up the stairs. Antoine wondered if other people ever felt the same when he, at his full size, walked around. Did everything shake like a T-rex was around? He looked around in a panic, then dropped to the floor and army crawled under his bed.

Antoine recognized the big shoes that thudded into the room, although not from this angle--and they had never looked so huge before! Almost immediately, Antoine could smell him. That sweaty musk filled the room almost immediately.

When Chance sat on the bed, the boxspring bent so much that it pinned Antoine to the floor. He winced, not able to take a full breath with all that pressure on top of him. He watched as Chance untied each shoe and stripped them off, then peeled off the socks and flexed his huge toes.

Antoine was grateful when the big brute stood up. He watched Chance strip of his stolen shorts and his boxer briefs, tossing them carelessly against the wall along with his tank top. Antoine carefully crept to the edge of the bed to peer up at the MASSIVE man’s gargantuan nude form as Chance opened up one of Antoine’s dresser drawers.

“Fuck yeah!” he said, adjusting his big swinging dick (Antoine was sure it wasn’t just his reduced perspective; his dick hadn’t been that big before!) and pulled on a pair of sparkly purple posing trunks. They looked a whole size too small, squeezed to their limit by his gigantic glutes and the overstuffed basket up front. He stared into the mirror, grabbing a handful of his pec before making them both bounce, then holding up a flexed bicep. He smiled at it, then kissed it. “Fuck yeah.” He shrugged his shoulders, his eyes lighting up at the jiggling mass. “Look at all this…” He turned around and made his glutes bounce. “I’m so fucking big I can barely turn around,” he growled. His cock head, which poked out of his posers, started to rise. The swelling cock strained the fabric of the posers and Antoine could hear threads snapping.

The bedroom door suddenly burst open. Antoine’s whole body seized at the shock as Reggie and Toots ran in, but Chance didn’t even flinch, still transfixed by the massive form that filled up the full length mirror.

“Chance, you gotta--whoa!” Reggie was stunned into silence by the display of tanned musculature, lightly glistening with sweat, on display in the skimpy purple posers.

“Shit, is that his?” Toots asked. “What, he prances around in purple panties?”

“He’s a bodybuilder,” Reggie said, elbowing Toots. “That’s what he goes on stage in! Looks… fucking awesome on you, Chance.”

“Yeah, but purple?” Toots giggled.

“Any reason I shouldn’t one-hand you fucks through the wall right now?” Chance said, slowly turning from his own image. “You burst in my room like you need a lesson in privacy.”

“YOUR room?” Toots asked with a smirk. “What, do you think you’re HIM now?”  Antoine almost gave away his hiding spot by asking the same question.

“Guys, what the fuck? Do I have to entertain you every minute?” Chance had his hands on his hips, his head cocked to the side. He clearly wasn’t in the mood for his buddies’ nonsense.

“The cops are next door,” Reggie said. “They’re going through our apartment.”

“You think they’re gonna take the keg?” Toots asked, looking out the window.

“Good,” Chance said. “Let them. Why the fuck do I care?”

“But what if they come over here?” Reggie asked.

“Well then, they’ll probably hit up the neighbors too and they’ll hear about the overgrown ape-man who lives in this house. And when they knock, I’ll answer the door. They’ll be even more blown away with me than they would’ve been had Captain Numbnuts answered the door himself.”

“Yeah, you are bigger than he was,” Reggie added with a breathy sigh, locked on Chance’s body with laser-focus.

Which means I’m probably smaller than he was, Antoine thought, looking at his tiny wrists and the bony arms connected to them.

“Hold on a second,” Chance said. He was looking at something on the floor. Antoine slid further back under the bed, only noticing that his robe was spilling out the other side as Chance’s meaty fist grabbed it and yanked it.

Antoine yelped, humiliated by his high-pitched squeal once it had leapt from his chest. Chance dragged him out by the robe. Before Antoine could slip out of it, Chance had him two feet off the ground. Chance snorted, blasting hot air across Antoine’s face.

“Hey there, ANT,” Chance said. “You been scurrying around your own house like a rodent? Better be careful. Don’t want an owl snatching you up for dinner, do you?”

Antoine’s rage hit a boiling point. He inhaled hard and spat a volley of scrum across Chance’s face. “Fuck you!” he said, his shrill voice failing to convey the threatening tone he’d intended.

Chance just laughed. Antoine expected to get splattered against the wall, but the massive man gently set him on the ground. He used the trailing fabric of Antoine’s robe to wipe his face.

Toots grabbed one of Antoine’s arms. Reggie grabbed the other.

“Let’s give this fucker about a hundred swirlies in his own toilet!” Toots said, twisting Antoine’s arm painfully.

“Let’s just lock him outside naked again! Get him arrested for indecent exposure. It’s not like they’ll believe who he is!”

“Hey, hands off!” Chance ordered. He grabbed his lackies and forcibly yanked them off little Antoine.

“Wait, why?” Toots asked. “Fuck this little cocksucker!”

“Because I fucking SAID. SO.” Chance’s booming voice silenced the room. Reggie and Toots froze for a moment before their postures relaxed.

“S-sorry, Chance,” Reggie said sheepishly.

“Guess I just got a little carried away,” Toots said.

“You two beat it. Go find some booze downstairs or something,” Chance said. “I need to talk to little Ant here.”

“He doesn’t have any booze!” Toots groaned. “Just like 30 kinds of protein shake and about a hundred pounds of chicken.”

“Go eat some goddamned chicken then,” Chance said. When they didn’t move, he added, “SCRAM!”

Chance patted the bed with his huge hand once the others were gone. “Have a seat, Ant. Let’s chat.”

Antoine didn’t move. “I’m fine here,” he said, still crumpled on the ground.

Chance laughed, patting his massive chest. “Here’s the thing, Ant. I don’t want to have to remind you what you look like right now. And I know you know what I look like right now. So do us both a favor and just sit on the goddamned bed, got it?”

Antoine quietly complied, and hated himself for doing it.

“So we’re going to be staying here for awhile,” Chance said. “Understand?”

Antoine shook his head. “What am I supposed to say? You’re just gonna squash me if you don’t get your way anyway.”

Chance shook his head. His big hand swallowed Antoine’s shoulder as well as his scrawny upper chest. Just the feeling of those thick digits on his body reminded him how easily he could be hurt by this gigantic man.

“Look, Ant, I’m going to get my way no matter what. It’s up to you how this all goes for you. But you and all your neighbors called the cops on me and my buddies about a dozen times last night, and we’re for sure going to get evicted, so we’re going to live here for awhile until things calm down.”

“Unless I call the cops and tell them you’re here!” Antoine spat. He flinched reflexively, expecting at least a swat, but Chance didn’t even move.

“You know you’re not calling the cops,” Chance said. He sat down on the bed next to Antoine. All that weight made the bed tilt and shift. Antoine found himself sliding down towards Chance. “Let’s say they believed your story. You’re Mister Famous-Weightlifter-Guy. Imagine what people would do once they found out you were five foot nothing? Maybe 90 pounds if that? You’d be a laughing stock, for starters. But they’d get bored of you and forget all about you. What are you going to do then? Become an accountant? Bag groceries? Meanwhile, maybe I get arrested, but I go on to blow people away with all this size.”

Chance stood up again and returned to the mirror. He put his hands behind his head and flexed his 8-pack. “I could be the best bodybuilder in the world--you know I stole your potential, too, and not just your muscles? I’ll grow like a fucking monster, and you could spend every day lifting weights and doing steroids and you won’t gain a pound. Maybe I’ll get into movies. Be an action star. Or fuck, maybe I’ll just become an escort. I can set a hefty pricetag with a body like this.”

The reality of the situation hit Antoine like a bucket of ice water. “No…” he said in a whisper.

“Oh yes, I could,” Chance said. “Or, maybe I get bored of being this huge. Maybe I decide to give it all back to you and we go on our way. It’s up to you how this goes, little Ant. You want these muscles back? You cooperate.”

Antoine shook his head. “For how long?”

Chance shrugged. “I haven’t decided yet. But if you play your cards right, you’ll just have to deal with three new roommates for a bit. And you’ll speak respectfully and you’ll do as you’re told…”

“Do as I’m told?” Antoine said, shocked. “I’m not gonna be your servant or anything!”

Chance shrugged. “Up to you, little guy. I’m coming out on top no matter what. I always get my way. Whether or not you get yours, depends on how obedient you can be.”

Antoine blinked, searching for another option. He came up with nothing.

“Now get over here and show me how to pose this body,” Chance said.

“You want me to…” Antoine slowly got to his feet. He tripped on the oversized robe as he started to walk up the mammoth man standing at his mirror.

“Show me how to do all those fancy poses. I’ve seen you in the magazines. Teach me.”

Antoine stared up at the massive tower of sweaty muscles, more than twice his size, and swallowed hard. “O-okay… well… let’s start with front double biceps…”