Big Deal on the Rugby Team

[magic, muscle growth, giant]

[6 word request: Nerd Magic Backfires; Rugger Gets Huge]

Carl couldn’t stop his hands from shaking. When was the last time he felt this giddy? Maybe when he was 6, awake early on Christmas morning. His heart was fluttering. He couldn’t get over how wonderful he felt! He quickened his pace, not wanting to be late for breakfast, but he this feeling, like his next steps wouldn’t touch the ground and he would float blissfully up into the sky, just wouldn’t go away--and he never wanted it to.

Carl sniffed his shirt. Trevor’s smell was still on him! His face was lightly razor burnt around his mouth. He wanted to close his eyes, live in that moment when rugby star Trevor Witt pulled him in and kissed him deeply. Trevor’s arms were so strong as he held him close. The feel of being against a warm, solid man, being entirely in his power, as his hands tenderly explored Carl’s body, wouldn’t shake him. He hadn’t realized how hungry for human touch he had been until Trevor sated him.

He hadn’t even known Trevor was gay. He hadn’t even been entirely sure he was! His mind was spinning, but he didn’t want to unpack what had happened. He just wanted to enjoy the warmth in his chest and the tingling in his fingers and toes while it lasted.

Shelby’s arms were folded when Carl walked into the dining hall. He looked at an empty bowl, spattered with oatmeal residue, and a cold cup of coffee as Carl approached. Shelby’s displeasure cast a pall on Carl’s bliss.

“Shelby!” Carl said. “Sorry I’m a little late, buddy.” He set his tray down and leaned in to give Shelby a hug. His friend just adjusted his glasses and turned his head away. “Shit,” Carl said. “Buddy, I know I should have texted you. My bad, seriously. I wish I had a good excuse for you…”

Shelby raised an eyebrow. “Oh, so there’s an excuse? I can’t wait to hear it.”

Carl sighed. He and Shelby had been roommates their freshman year. Now, three years later, Shelby had alienated just about everyone he had come in contact with in college except Carl, who knew Shelby well enough to know that his acerbic attitude came from an overwhelming feeling of loneliness.

Carl considered being honest with Shelby, but didn’t want to hurt his friend. Shelby wasn’t shy about his feelings for Carl, more than once (after a few beers) confessing his undying love.

(And their freshman year, after more than a few beers, Carl had kissed Shelby back. It had been a move borne of pity, and he now regretted it, realizing the moment of comfort he had tried to offer had caused a wound that wouldn’t heal.)

“Everybody knows,” Shelby said. He tossed his phone on the table. “This went around last night, you know.”

On Shelby’s screen was a picture of Trevor and Carl leaving the bar. Someone had snapped it as they crossed the threshold, on their way out. Trevor had taken Carl’s hand, their fingers interwoven. Carl had been so swept up by Trevor’s invitation to go back to his place that he hadn’t even noticed the moment when it had happened. But someone else had, and now Trevor’s secret was out, as was Carl’s.

“Look,” Carl said, “this isn’t very fair,” he said. He glanced around the dining hall, wondering who had seen the pic. He thought he noticed a couple frat guys passing by, smirking at him. A woman at a table next to them stared at him and whispered to her friend. “Shelby, this is just a picture, so I don’t know if…”

“The big gay rugby star isn’t a rumor,” Shelby said, “and it isn’t a secret either. Just because he’s too much of a coward to admit it doesn’t mean the guys he gets to suck his dick don’t talk. From what I hear, big macho Trevor likes sucking dick much more than he likes giving it. Is that true?”

Carl’s sympathy for Shelby evaporated in that moment. “Everything you’re saying and doing right now is out of line,” he said. “Are you forgetting that I’m your friend? For four years? Why are you coming at me like this? And why are you so riled up about…” He paused before saying the name, worried it might come out as a breathy sigh: “...Trevor Witt?”

Shelby chugged the rest of his coffee, then slid his chair away from the table. “Do you know what it was like for me? I came out before I was ready because I thought it was the right thing to do. And then once everybody knew, I found out that all these other guys decided to keep it a secret. And they get to live their happy little lives, having their private fun with no consequences, while I’m the one who’s called a fag and beaten up and shunned… Do you have any idea how that feels?”

Carl tried to find the right response. He came up with nothing and just exhaled.

“How many times did you tell me, ‘I care about you as a friend, but I’m not like that. I like women.’ How many times?”

Carl stayed silent. Shelby’s voice had raised. People were definitely staring now.

“All the while you wanted some big oaf, not someone who actually cares about you! Not someone who would do anything for you.”

Carl’s hangover was starting to kick in. He felt suddenly very tired, his head aching. “Oh yeah? You’d do anything for me? How about lowering your fucking voice and having this conversation like adults?”

Shelby shoved his seat away from the table and stood up. Carl considered letting him go, but the whole situation felt unfinished. Ten minutes before he’d been radiating bliss. Now he was a toxic combination of anger and hurt feelings.

Carl caught up with Shelby just outside the dining hall. “What do you want from me, Shelby? We’re friends. I’ve always been good to you. Why isn’t that enough? You’re not happy with anything less than me being your boyfriend. How unfair is that?”

Shelby shook his head. “You lied to me this whole time. I could have handled you not liking me, but saying it was because you didn’t like men when you clearly did…”

“Jesus!” Carl said. He grabbed Shelby by the arm and spun him around. “I didn’t plan any of this, man! I was tutoring Trevor, that’s all. And we hit it off. It’s not like I was… trying for him… or whatever.” He stumbled over his wording. He wasn’t used to talking about his affection for men out loud yet. “So I took a long time to figure this shit out! So what? Right now I kind of need a friend to support me, not some jerk who thinks I friendzoned him or something.”

Shelby smirked. “Look, I get it. Every gay guy wants their big musclebound stud to throw him over his shoulder, flex his big stupid muscles and fuck his brains out like he’s a fleshlight. Show me the gay guy who just wants to be treated nicely and I’ll show you a damned unicorn. So have fun. Go get fucked by your big jungleman. But I think you’ll find those feelings of yours changing soon.”

Carl shook his head. “What does that even mean?”

Shelby shrugged. “Nothing, I guess. I just have a feeling you’ll see Trevor for who he really very soon. That’s all.”

Carl let Shelby walk away. “Thanks for being a pal, asshole,” he said. Shelby flipped him off without turning around.

Carl pulled out his phone. He sent a text to Trevor. “Hey man, you busy?”

His phone rang ten minutes later. It was Trevor. “Hey bro,” he said. Trevor’s voice sounded strange--it was always deep, but even moreso now, like it had been digitally altered. “You know I hate texts. What’s up?”

Carl was confused. When had they discussed something about Trevor hating text messages? “Nothing, it’s just… There’s a picture of us. Going around. I just wanted you to know. It makes us look kind of… guilty.”

Trevor’s laugh was so deep and guttural it sounded nearly monstrous. Was he getting sick or something? “Guilty of what? Of having a good time? Look, bro, that pic is no big deal. I look fucking tiny in it for some reason. I wonder if it was photoshopped? Anyway, you look cute as hell in it. I’m glad everyone knows I scored a catch.”

All of Carl’s resentments toward Shelby suddenly popped like soap bubbles. “Oh, okay,” he said. He hadn’t been prepared for this--not that he was complaining! “Well, good. I mean, I’m glad too. Last night was awesome.”

“I’m just getting done with practice and I’m starved,” Trevor said. “Come grab some food with me.”

Carl turned around. He hadn’t actually eaten anything for breakfast after Shelby’s outburst. “Uh, I’m actually right near the dining hall. Want to meet me there?”

Trevor laughed. “Bro, you know I can’t fit in there. Come to the team’s dining hall. I’ll tell them to let you in. Sound good?”

“Uh, I… Sure. See you there.” Carl knew that Trevor was kind of a big deal on campus--easily the star player on the rugby team, one of the biggest and most aggressive players the school had ever seen--but he had never known Trevor to feel uncomfortable at the dining hall before.

Also, things felt like they were going a little fast. Just one night before, Trevor had shocked Carl with a kiss. Now he was inviting him to lunch to eat with the team, as if it were something they’d always done.

*

Carl had never actually been to the athletes’ private dining hall, so he was surprised when Trevor texted him to, “Come around back! We’re sitting outside, obviously.”

On the back side of the big building was a small patio with a few tables set up. Carl spotted some of Trevor’s rugby buddies he’d met before--big Kyle, husky Don and the slightly-sleazy lady-killer Rowan. Seated at the head of the table was Trevor--but in a chair much larger than the others’.

Carl thought it was a perspective issue as he approached, but when he got closer he realized it was real: Trevor looked to be about twice the size of the other men, who, seated, had his teammates’ heads at armpit level. Trevor had always been powerfully built, but now he looked like a gigantic ogre. He had not only grown in height, but his body was now wide and dense, bulging with every movement. He looked like he weighed 400 pounds, and not one inch of it would jiggle.

Carl paused, blinking, as Trevor raised a humongous arm to wave at him. “C’mon over!” he said. He unwrapped a whole loaf of bread and bit into it like it was a protein bar. He lifted a bucket like it was a glass and washed down the bread with milk, wiping the dribbles away with the back of his huge hand. Most shocking was the fact that none of Trevor’s teammates seemed to see this as unusual!

“Have a seat, man!” Trevor roared. He pulled back a chair. “Guys, you know Carl, right? He’s my--I mean, he’s the guy I’m…” He shot Trevor a quizzical look. “What are we, technically?” he asked in a lowered voice.

“Uh, we’re dating,” Carl said as he sat down, just as shocked by the face that such a huge man was deferring to him as he was by the size of him in the first place. When Carl sat, Trevor reached over with a massive hand and ruffled Carl’s hair.

“God damn you’re cute,” Trevor said. He slid a massive tray piled with over a dozen cheeseburgers toward Carl. “Have a couple, man! I’m only going to eat fifteen or sixteen.” He grabbed two of them and wolfed each one down in a single bite.

Carl looked up at the giant man. Just a night before, he remembered standing an inch taller than the stud but still feeling small as Trevor let Carl’s hands wander over his bulging, muscular physique. Now Carl doubted the big man could fit through most doors on campus. How could he go to class? His eyes scanned over Trevor’s massive body--which, in spite of his shock, Carl couldn’t help but feel aroused by. Just sitting near such a powerful man was a thrill, and the fact that this beast kept looking down at him with a boyish grin just amplified the experience.

Trevor’s fists were bigger than Carl’s head. Carl’s eyes looked lower, to the bulge in Trevor’s sweatpants--holy shit! He cringed, feeling his hindquarters clench, remembering with relief that Trevor had confessed the night before that he was a bottom.

“Hey check it out,” called a deep voice. “Rugby fags bringing their little groupie chick to lunch with them!”

Behind them, a small herd of buffalo-sized football players waddled out the door. They were a powerfully built bunch, clearly linemen having just stuffed their ample bellies with food. For a moment, Carl was intimidated by the back of burly men--until he glanced to his side and remembered that Trevor had grown to inhuman size. Carl’s big beau cleared his throat, glanced around at his teammates, then put a massive hand on Carl’s shoulder.

“Hey, this is only going to take a sec, okay? I’ll be right back.” Trevor’s dimples flashed beneath his blue eyes as he smiled, which made Carl’s heart soar. His adorable face tickled Carl so much, he almost forgot his man weighed nearly 500 pounds now.

Trevor stood--and this was the first time Carl got a look at the big athlete’s size in full. He had to be 8 feet tall and probably had a wingspan that was equally as wide. The giant rugger stomped over to the football players, most of whom took a step back as than whose sweatpants bulge was at the same level as the thick-bodied men’s chests. Trevor put his hands on his hips and glared down at the men, who looked child-sized in comparison. Most of these huge men would have to stand on tiptoe just to look Trevor in the chest.

“Here’s the thing,” he growled. “Normally I’d squash you tubby fucks flat, but there’s someone over there who I really want to like me. Thing is, that’s what you numbnuts want: I beat you down, the big man looks like a bully, and you get to brag about how tough you were to stand up to the giant. I’m not in the mood for that shit today, but I can’t let this shit fly. I’m not going to let a man I care about get disrespected by you. So apologize. To him.” He pointed a massive arm toward Carl, whose eyes went wide. Trevor’s teammates just chuckled.

The mouthy lineman in the lead, a chubby shaven-headed guy with broad shoulders and a thick keg-belly, flexed his torso and balled up his fists. “I ain’t apologizing to nobody, specially not your queer little princess over there.” His teammates took another step back, clearly realizing they were in too deep.

Trevor moved with shocking speed for a man so big: he snatched the lineman by his beefy arm and dragged him, like a mother would drag a petulant child, over to the table where Carl sat. “Apologize,” Trevor order, twisting the arm as the lineman winced and moaned in pain. “Apologize or I’ll make you eat one of your teammates’ asses.” He pointed to a good-looking lineman with a beard. “I bet his ass tastes nice. Apologize!” The bearded lineman looked anxiously at his buddies, staring with pleading eyes at the football player in Trevor’s grip. Nothing about Trevor’s tone suggested he was fooling around in the slightest.

“I-I’m sorry!” moaned the bald lineman. “Jeez, man, let go! You’re gonna break my fucking arm!”

“That’s because it’s a twig,” Trevor said, shoving the football player away. “And I snap twigs. Beat it, fatasses.” The football players scurried off. Trevor took a moment to compose himself before turning to Carl.

“Can we… chat?” he asked Carl. “Just you and me. Just for a second.”

Carl, still in shock from what he was witnessing, nodded and followed Trevor as he walked off the patio and around the corner of the building to a private spot beneath a tree that was the same height as he was. He knelt down to put his face closer to Carl’s.

“Look, I’m… really embarrassed by that. By all of this,” Trevor said, putting a massive hand on Carl’s face. “None of this is how I would’ve wanted it. I mean, I was considering coming out after this season was over, but then I met you and I was like… Anyway, I don’t like that everyone’s got eyes on us because of who I am. I don’t like you seeing me like that with guys, either. I’m not a violent person--off the field, that is--I just have to make a point so we don’t have to deal with this all the time.”

Carl just nodded. The feeling of the giant hand caressing his face was amazing. He leaned into it.

“Jesus, look at me!” Trevor said. The giant man actually blushed! “I mean, we hook up last night and now I’m acting like we’re…” He pulled away and looked down. “I’m sorry. I’ve just liked you since I met you and… I guess I’m not thinking straight. If any of this is too much for you, say the word. It’s no fun spending time with you unless I know it’s what you want.”

Carl couldn’t believe how sweetly the massive man spoke to him. “I mean, yeah… Of course it’s what I want!”

Trevor breathed a sigh of relief. “You have… no idea how much that means to me. You just aren’t like other guys! You’re not intimidated by… all this.” He gestured at his enormous body. His face sank as he took in his own expansive form. “Most people just like me because I’m some fetish thing. Or if I like a guy, sometimes he’s too scared to tell me if he doesn’t like me back. I guess I’ve been hurt a lot, you know?”

Carl just nodded. “Trevor, you… haven’t always been this size. You know that, right? You remember not being this big?”

Trevor chuckled. “I mean, it’s not like I was a giant baby or anything. I was just like everyone else growing up--actually on the runty side, to be honest. Until I turned 16. Shot up two feet that year, gained over a hundred pounds! My poor mom probably had to mortgage the house just to feed me. Then when I got to college I REALLY started putting on the size.” He drew a line from Carl’s chest up to his neck and along his chin with a finger the width of a flashlight. “But I’m just a guy, you know. Just looking for somebody who likes me… for me. That’s why I like you.”

Carl just nodded. “I like you too,” he said. He meant it, but he was too flummoxed by everything he had seen to really react.

“That’s awesome!” Trevor said. His stomach gurgled loudly. It sounded like a car engine rumbling. “Looks like there’s still room left in the old tank,” he said, patting his rock-hard stomach. “I better get back to the dining hall and cram down whatever they’ve got in there. Coach wants me to be fifty pounds bigger. We’ll see, eh?”

Carl tried to imagine where those fifty pounds would fit.

“Want to join me? You still hungry?” Trevor asked hopefully.

“Actually,” Carl said, finally gaining the courage to reach out and touch Trevor’s enormous face. He ran his hand along the stubbly lantern jaw. Trevor’s body radiated heat. “I have to go talk to someone. Kind of a time-sensitive deal. But we can hang out later. Sound good?”

Trevor smiled. “I’ve got the gym later, then some meetings with coach before dinner. Tonight I’m free. Want to come over? Watch some movies and…” He seemed to have to work up the courage to say the next word: “...snuggle?”

Carl’s heart leapt at the offer. “Absolutely!” he said.

Trevor leaned in and planted a kiss that covered most of Carl’s cheek, nearly knocking the smaller man off his feet with his enthusiasm. Then Trevor stood up and walked back to the dining hall, looking over his shoulder and smiling every few feet. Carl could feel Trevor’s footsteps rumbling the ground beneath him.

[Not my usual flavor, but if you guys like it I'd be willing to continue]