Loosen a few Bolts

There was only one more thing that Brian had to do and then he could close up shop. The mechanic business rarely ever slowed down, but he also never felt like he could take a break. Missing one angry customer and he could be hearing about it for months. The small town liked to gossip and he wasn’t exactly known for being the most pleasant guy around. It was the tattoos running down his arm that scared a lot of the more religious folk in the area. 

Brian tightened the bolt holding the oil in and slid out from under the car. Far nicer than most that he worked on. Josh had said the guy looked loaded when he dropped it off. And then specifically asked for Brian too. It was a bit odd, but with how much they were going to try charging him for an oil change, they might as well try to get that for him. 

He left the garage and went into the main office area. His fingers were covered in a bit of oil. “Don’t want to piss off Adam more than I have too…” he grumbled as he wiped the oil away and started to type on the keyboard. The bell to the front door rang. Brian was about to tell him they were closed but when he looked up he realized just what all the guys were talking about when this guy looked loaded. What he would have been doing with such a nice suit in such a shit hole of a town, Brian didn’t know. However, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t ask a few questions.

“Do you know if my car is finished getting its oil changed?” the man asked. Even though he was pretty average in height and weight, he seemed to hold a powerful presence behind him. There was something a bit cold and calculating about him as he stepped closer to the counter.

“It is,” Brian smiled. A bit of oil and grime was still on his face. It was impossible to get out of his clothes or fingernails. “I was just about to pull up your file so I could call you… Mr…” Brian looked paused. “Mr. Taylor? Mr. Franklin Taylor?” The name sounded so familiar. Something about it reminded him of high school. And then he looked down at the guy on the other side of the counter. The hard nosed glare was all the more familiar. “Hey,” his conversation became more conversational. “Did you go to Williamsburg High School?”

“I did,” the Franklin answered.

“That’s right! I thought I recognized you! You were the f--” Brian cut himself off. He was still at work after all. There was no way he wouldn’t get a talking to if he said the word. Even with that first syllable, he would still get a stern warning if Franklin were to complain.

But Franklin forced a smile. His cheeks flexed and lips stayed closed. “Yes. That’s me. The creepy little fucking faggot who had the biggest crush on you. Didn’t I?”

The discomfort of being called out for his past, ran knots into Brian’s stomach. That wasn’t all he’d said about the guy. And he knew none of it was pleasant. “Sorry man. It’s just I was a kid. Y’know?” 

“Oh I know. Being a senior and then shoving me in the lake at our senior picnic is rather childish,” Franklin said. 

It was more of the stiff matter of factness in the way Franklin spoke that made Brian all the more uncomfortable. Thinking back it was a dick move. But at the time everyone laughed and celebrated with him. “It was…” he grimaced trying to justify it. Knowing full well that there was a whole laundry list of things he’d probably done to Brian. “How about I just help you save some money. Just as an apology for being such an ass.”

“Hmmm… Well… I was actually thinking about something else. I’d just made a ton of money on some investments and wanted to show off my car. But it’s a bit dirty,” Franklin said. “Would you mind washing it?” he paused for a second watching the discomfort build at the unusual task. But a smirk made it seem all the more sinister. “You know as an apology?”

“Well…” Brian’s hand went behind his head. He looked off into the distance. “I don’t think I can… We--”

“Thousand bucks.”

“Wha-ha-ha-hat?” Brian’s mouth dropped and air wouldn’t properly come into his lungs. 

“One. Thousand. Dollars,” Franklin said each word as clearly as he could. “But you have to wear this hat.” He held up a bright blue baseball cap with some kind of insignia on it. Brian didn’t recognize what it was but reached out for it.

“Hell, I might even suck your dick for that much,” he joked.

“We’ll see.”

Brian ignored the statement. He was more focused on what he could do with a thousand dollars than anything else. That was a little more than two weeks of work all in less than an hour. Who cared that he was a little tired, he was about to be able to relax. Maybe even take some time off. Or go on vacation. 

He puts on the blue hat and spins it around, allowing a tuft of his brown hair push out the front. Somehow it always made him feel a little sexy. Though, this hat did feel a little itchy. He scratched at it a few times but ignored it as he started filling up the bucket. “So…” Brian tried to make conversation while he poured in some soap. “What brings you back home? I don’t think I’ve seen you since you left.”

“Just a little research and development. My company had a big breakthrough with some nano-technology and I’m just here to try it out,” Franklin answered. His attention was more directed at his phone instead of Brian.

“Nano-technology? That sounds too good to be true! So it’s stuff like being able to heal bones and cuts? Or maybe even target cancer cells?” Brian asked.

“Yeah… Those are some of the uses,” Franklin said. He was busy messing with his phone a little more. Typing away at something while Brian brought the bucket back over to the car.

“Everyone always said you’d be something someday,” Brian said. “Just didn’t realize we had such amazing technology yet.” He pulled at his shirt. For some reason it felt really uncomfortable all of a sudden. Even if he’d worn it all day every time he worked, right now he just wanted to strip it off. 

“Most people don’t realize just how powerful some things can be. Something meant for one thing could easily be changed slightly in order for someone to use it for something else.”

“Uh-huh,” Brian pulled at his shirt a little more. It just didn’t feel right on him. He wore it everyday, but right now he just wanted to take it off. Same with the white sleeveless shirt he had underneath. Just feeling the fabric touching his skin was making him uncomfortable. “Hey…” he started off. “Mind if I take off my shirt? I doubt you’d really mind…” then added a laugh at the joke. 

“Whatever makes you feel more comfortable.”

A weight was lifted on Brian’s shoulders as he stripped off the dirty work shirt he’d been wearing. The white sleeveless one underneath was soon to follow. “Oh man that feels better,” he moaned. Cooler air hit his skin. His hands went to feel up and down his hairy belly and chest. He didn’t have the same skinny waist or muscular build when he was younger but that didn’t make him feel any less sexy. Now it was a different kind of masculinity. He was more built. More hairy. More of a man.

“Eh-ehm,” Franklin cleared his throat. However, the wry smile on his face didn’t make him look angry in the slightest. If anything he was pleased.

Brian didn’t know what he was doing. For some reason he’d drifted off. He didn’t even realize what his hands were doing as they gripped his pecs, and twirled around his nipples. But it was the arousal that he was most concerned about. “Uhh… Mind if I go to the bathroom before I get started? Just real quick.”

“Oh sure,” Franklin said. “But hey,” he stopped Brian before he took another step. “You remember that time in high school…” 

“Time in high school?” Brian wasn’t sure what he was talking about. There were so many ‘times in high school’ that it didn’t narrow it down. Plus the feeling to have to pee seemed to have doubled in that short amount of time. His legs started to shift back and forth as he tried to think about something else.

“Yeah, that one time. The time in gym class when I tried to leave the field. I had to go to the bathroom. But you and your friends thought it’d be funny if I couldn’t. Do you remember that?”

“Uhhh…” Brian wasn’t sure. There were so many times him and his friends had mocked Franklin that it was possible. “Maybe…” His small ‘I’ve got to pee’ dance was becoming more obvious. 

“Oh, you must remember. You and your friends pushed me back. To the edge of the field, where coach couldn’t see us. Then pushed me back. I tried to get by, I really did. But you and your friends were just too big. And I had to go.”

“Oh yeah…” Brian only sort of remembered. But it was more of the hassle they gave him afterwards, calling him ‘pee pants’ for the rest of the year. And right now he had other things to focus on. His bladder was killing him. It felt like he hadn’t gone all day.

“Anyways, you can go pee now.”

Brian’s bladder released. The warm liquid focused on his crotch and then started to drain down his right leg. “Oh fuck that felt good…” he moaned. But the warm liquid quickly turned cold and he realized what had happened. “What the fuck?!” he shouted. “Oh fuck! Why’d I just do that?!” His attention turned to Franklin who was chuckling to himself. “What’s going on?”

“You pissed yourself!” Franklin’s quiet chuckle burst into full on laughter. “You know… I always resented you that day. It was so humiliating. But now, from the outside, I guess I can see why you found it so funny!”

“Wha--t?” Brian stared a bit dumbfounded. The cold feeling on his leg all the more distracting. “You did this?”

“I did. Nanotechnology has a lot of uses,” Franklin said. “And I needed a test dummy. So why not you?”

Brian’s cock throbbed at being called a dummy. “But… Wait… There’s no way that’s legal!” 

“Do you know of any laws saying that it isn’t?” Franklin stood up from where he was sitting and walked over to Brian. His small hands ran through the forest of hair on his belly and chest. 

Brian didn’t know what to say. Mostly because all his blood was flowing to the wrong head. Just feeling those soft hands against his rough skin sent all kinds of mixed signals. His dick throbbed with excitement and lust. “Oh fuck…” 

“Feels good. Doesn’t it?” Franklin went back to the chair and sat down. “But you have a car to wash.”

“Huh?” Brian looked around and realized where he was again. The intense sexual sensation wasn’t something he normally felt in the garage that he worked in. His mind was all over the place. Partially thinking about pleasing Franklin while the other part wanted to run away. “I feel so weird.” 

He couldn’t possibly feel the microscope machines working on his insides, but at the same time something felt a bit different. As Franklin typed into his phone, things were just different. Like everything around him was just smaller. Or what happened to all the hair on his body? He ran his hand through it again and it was just like it was being sliced off at the skin. Nothing was there. He was so smooth.

Looking at Franklin, Brian couldn’t help but feel even more conflicted. That steamy leer should have made him feel uncomfortable but he loved it. Those eyes looked over every inch of him. A bit of remorse for not taking care of his body filled him instead of the usual of wanting to punch a guy out for looking at him that way. Brian’s hand caressed his body again. The large belly pushing far out in front of him wasn’t so large.

He looked down and could see it pulling itself back. His pecs were covering it up. But that’s what was even weirder, they had some kind of definition to them. No longer did they just hang off of his body, rather there was muscle building. He flexed them feeling the sense of pride. “Fuck…” he grunted. Other parts of his body were going through something similar. That single flex had resulted others flexing with it.

The car wasn’t the best reflective surface but he could still see his body changing more and more. More and more of his belly was pulling in while his shoulders were spreading out. And he could see the definition starting to build. Fat was disappearing but the size wasn’t going anywhere. It was all being replaced with hard muscle. “Oh fuck yeah…” he gloated and went into another pose. 

His jeans were starting to get a little tight. Around his legs and his dick. Even as he flexed, blood was flowing to his cock, reminding him that it was confined. “Feels soo goooood…” Brian moaned.

“Eh-ehm,” Franklin cleared his throat.

“God damn! Why does this feel so fucking good! I’m not supposed to be some f--” the word was cut off as his body reacted to it. He fell against the car and started humping the air. His thick meaty ass bounced up and down. And then there was an itch that started to form. A finger went down to scratch but couldn’t quite get it.

“You do have a job to do…” Franklin said. He was mocking Brian now. There wasn’t a hint of anger in his sing-song voice. 

“Right…” Brian reached down and grabbed the sponge. Water dripped out of it as he brought it over to the car. He stretched out wiping down the metal exterior, but posing each time he reached out. And yet, somehow his muscles were still growing. He’d thought he’d been the biggest he’d ever been, but he could still feel his muscles getting bigger.

The sweat on his body from the growth and heat of the garage were starting to get to him. He felt unclean and dirty. When he brought the sponge back he had to rub it against his body. The cool soapy water touched his skin and he let out a loud moan. “Oh!” his knees suddenly felt weak as he rubbed it against his sensitive skin. Water cascaded over his pecs and down his abs. The white soapy residue dripped down to his crotch and soaked into his jeans. 

It was getting a little harder for Brian to move. Some of his flexibility was gone because of just how big his muscles were getting. Hard bloated pecs hung over his chest not letting him see down to his feet. He couldn’t even watch as his toes pushed out of the front of his brown work boots. But all he could be is happy that they were finally free. That hard leather was really uncomfortable.

Same with the jeans as they were tightening more and more around his legs. But he was able to fumble with the button enough to release his massive rod. Nearly double the size it had been before. He barely noticed because his hands were so much bigger but the sensitivity was off the charts. One stroke with his soapy hand nearly sent him over. He fell against the car, to keep from going to the ground. “Oh fuck… That’s amazing…” 

Testosterone flowed through him. He couldn’t think straight anymore. And that was good as a finger was slowly starting to worm it’s way up his asshole. That itch was still there and it was the only thing keeping him out of his complete lustful state. But the moment his finger broke through the barrier, his mind went completely blank.

The hulk of a man came. Hard. His massive balls pulled tightly against his body and shot out a massive amount of cum all over his legs and feet. Everything in his sight went white and then his body slowly started to collapse. “Oh fuck…” 

That orgasm had been better than any in his life. So much so that it’d knocked him out. Brian didn’t know how long he’d been out before he woke up again. The high was still hitting him until he looked down at his body again. No longer was he the massive hulk with thick bloated muscles body builders dreamed they could have, rather he was covered in fat and hair again.

“What..?” Brian’s voice cracked, sad that he couldn’t feel that a little bit longer. “What’s going on?” He almost wondered if it were a dream if it wasn’t for the cum and piss smell that was still all over him. Or how his boots had two holes in the front of them. “Franklin?” he called out in the empty garage. 

Franklin’s car was gone. And no one else was around. “What the fuck…” Brian struggled to get up off the floor. His body was still worn out from that orgasm, but thinking about it got him a little hard again. “So weird…” he muttered as he staggered to the front door. On the counter was his thousand dollars and a note underneath it. 

‘Glad we could meet up. And so happy that my testing worked out so well. I’ll be back again in a month, but you might start to notice a few changes. However you won’t be able to tell anyone about it. But I’m sure you’ll enjoy it. Franklin.’

Brian wasn’t really sure what Franklin meant, but thinking about the little guy sent a throb through his cock again. That half chub became a fully hard cock as he tried to keep himself cumming. His body bent over the counter and there was a familiar itch in his asshole. Now he was starting to worry about what those changes might have been.