TruSize Incorperated -- Part 02

In his well to do neighborhood, Richie wasn’t used to being woken up by banging on his door. It’d been a long time since he’d have to hear anything like that. But still, he slowly rolled out of bed. “I’m coming!” he shouted. Though the size of his house probably made it so he went unheard.

Richie went to his closet to grab something more than the underwear that he was sleeping in. Even if it was his private property, he wasn’t exactly allowed to answer the door in just his jockstrap. He pulled over a white and red sleeveless shirt and up some of the same style shorts.

Even though he was taking his sweet time, the banging hadn’t stopped. He went down the stairs, passing through the kitchen, and then stopped again. A full plate of eggs, bacon, and toast exactly to his calorie count was on the table. “Damn… He really did that?” Richie thought about how much the secretary knew about him. 

Still, he had to stop whoever was at his door. Richie looked through the window to see Franklin on the other side. “Really,” he crossed his arms over his chest and glared at his manager. 

“Yes. Really,” Franklin stepped inside of Richie’s house pushing him out of the way. “You left without your bodyguard.” Behind him walked the big wall of muscle and flesh. “He’ll be staying with you from now on.”

“Hell no,” Richie said. “I got my bodyguard.”

“Leo is not your bodyguard.” Franklin went through his files on the tablet. Richie never knew what he was typing but it always seemed to be so important. “Besides, I have him doing some market research and I can’t have you distracting him.”

“I’m not a distraction,” Richie threw his hands out in front of himself defensively.

“To him? Your presence is a distraction. And I don’t need you filling his head with your... Ideas. Got it?”

Richie knew he was serious by the finger point. “Got it…”

“Good. Now we’ve got a new supplement for you to show off over the next few days. Don’t let it go to waste.”

“Got it,” Richie said. “Anything else?”

“Nothing for me. You just have to stay home for the next few days.”

“WHAT?! Hell no!” Richie said. “There’s no way in Hell I’m letting some lame ass threats keep me from living my life. Absolutely not.”

Franklin didn’t even look up from his tablet. He just flicked his finger and went to typing as usual. “Too bad. That’s why you’ve got the bodyguard. To keep you in as much as to keep everyone else out. Anyways, I’ve got to get going. Have fun…”

“Fuck you…” Richie said as his manager walked down his sidewalk to his car. “And fuck you too. I don’t need some babysitter.” His finger pointed at the big guy currently standing in his living room. Then turned back to the boxes on his porch. “Might as well help me…” he grumbled picking up two of the boxes and carrying them back inside. 

Richie dropped the box onto his counter, opening it up to see its contents. “Fuck this shit.” There were a whole slew of products for him to try; pre workouts, post workouts, protein powders and more. “Damn it… I was just getting used to the other shit too.” Richie muttered to himself. He turned his attention back to his bodyguard. “So what do they have you on?”

“Uhh… Me?” 

“Yeah you. I don’t normally talk to walls, but I’ll make an exception for today.”

“Uhhh… Dunno,” he shrugged. “The guys in the lab just give me it and I take it…”

Richie’s brow furrowed. “Not much of a thinker are ya?”

“Uhhh… Don’t really haveta be,” he said.

“Hmmm?” Richie cocked an eyebrow at what he just said. 

“Uhhh... Something wrong?”

“No… Nothing’s wrong,” Richie lied. For some reason the way the guy said it sounded so familiar, but he couldn’t quite place where he’d heard someone speak like that. He’d been so many places and seen so many people that it could have been anyone but at the same time something about it sounded like he would remember. He squinted ever so slightly, wondering if he’d recognize this guy from somewhere but nothing was coming to him. “Just going to get used to having a trained monkey follow me around. What’s yer name?”

“Uhh… Brian.”

“Brian… Hmmm… Alright Brian, how about we workout after I finish breakfast. I can try this shitty new supplement and you can show me what you got.”

Brian nodded and watched Richie eat his breakfast. Richie got a text text from Franklin, ‘Make sure to test the product before noon. And take before and after pics.’ He promptly sent a middle finger back to Franklin. ‘Thank you.’ he received back from his manager. Franklin knew that the polite business speak bothered Richie more than anything.

“Asshole,” Richie grunted, finishing off the eggs. “C’mon. I wanna work off some steam.” He led Brian back to his gym. The air around him seemed to soften as he walked deeper into the musky smelling room. “Favorite room in the house. The one with the best lighting too.” 

Richie pulled off his shirt, flexing on his bodyguard. The thick defined chest laid just about his perfectly blocky abs. Six were easily counted even when he wasn’t flexing on other people. But he wanted to make a show of it, bragging to the heftier weighing gut. Shadows bounced off his hard muscles.

“So what’s your favorite exercise?” Richie held up his 20 inch arms flexing them.

“Uhh…” Brian’s mouth hung open for a second. “Bench.”

“Could you be any more cliche?” Richie said. “Though it’s not that bad of one. Thought you were going to say deadlift. But I was wondering if you preferred something like downward dog…”

“Uhh… I don’t think I know that one…”

Richie shook his head, blowing a lot of air out of his nose. “Whatever,” he turned back to his weights, not wanting to deal with someone who he saw as such an idiot. “Can you at least make yourself useful and get me that pre workout that they sent?”

“Uhhh… Yeah!” Brian turned around and went back to the kitchen.

“Dumbass…” Richie growled as he warmed up a little more. He couldn’t believe they were going to be treating him like a child just because some jackass threatened him. He was a big boy. A guy who could handle himself. And his size was usually enough of a deterrent to stop anyone from even wanting to do anything. Even drunk idiots knew not to mess with him. 

The big guy finally came back with the shaker bottle and handed it to Richie. He had a weird look on his face. “So you know what they’re saying this shit’s supposed to do?”

“Uhhh… Weight loss?”

“Oh for Christ’s sake. They’re still doing that fat burner shit. Jesus. When will people realize that fat cells exist and that you need to watch what you eat and… Whatever,” he held up the bottle.

“Uhh! Wait!” Brian stopped Richie. “Uhhh… Franklin said that we need a before picture.”

“You shitting me?” Richie said.

“Uhhh… No.”

“For the love of!” Richie’s head flew back in annoyance. He let out a long groan. Then he glared at Brian. “Well!”

“Uhh… Oh! Right!” Brian fumbled with his phone and pulled out the camera. “Alright… Uhh… Just act natural.”

Richie went through a half of dozen flexes, showing off his body. At first it was just to mock the big dumb idiot, but then he realized that Brian wasn’t stopping. In each photo the arrogant smile turned a bit more into an angry frown as he realized just how much the other man enjoyed taking the pictures.

“We done?”

“Uhhh… Yeah. We’re... Uhhh... Done.”

“Jesus…” Richie said. He held up the bottle and took a drink. Brian took his chance to get another photo in. “Really?”

“Uhhh…” Brian didn’t have a response.

“You know what--”

Richie cut himself off. Something felt off. He couldn’t quite place it. “Damn… That was the pre workout?”

“Uhh… Yeah.”

“You sure? Cause fuck…” his mind was starting to slow down. “What’d they fucking put in it? A fucking dreppresant?” 

“Uhh… I don’t know… Franklin just said to make sure you take it…”

“Did he..?” The world was starting to feel all loopy as Richie stood in the middle of his weight room. He didn’t know what was going on. Most pre workouts amped him up. Made him excited to work out. But right now he almost felt like he was ready for bed. Everything around him slowed. “Why would he..?”

Richie fell over onto his weights for support. The bright lights of the home gym were burning into him. Sweat formed over his muscles but his heart wasn’t beating any faster. If anything he almost felt tired. “You sure that’s what he wanted?”

“Uhh… Yeah…”

“Fucking asshole.” 

Richie turned back to the mirror. Suddenly it looked more like a funhouse one. His muscles just didn’t look the same. Slowly starting to deflate. The hard definition softening to something more malleable. Their defined shape slowing shifting to something less defined. “Damn it…” he whined as he held up a flex. The 20 inch arms weren’t quite that anymore. He could feel the strength and power removing from his body. His shirt loosened against his chest and shoulders. While his legs did the same.

“What…” Richie turned to Brian. His mind far slower than it had been. He was so tired. “Did…” Each step he could feel another 10 pounds of his muscles falling off his body. The thick muscular strength rapidly disappeared. “They…” There was more space in his XL shirt than there’d ever been. His pecs no longer pushed against the fabric. His shoulders were barely wide enough to hold up the straps. “Put…” Richie’s shorts fell around his ankles. His ass and waist couldn’t hold them up anymore.

“Shit!” he cursed as his body fell into Brian’s. The soft squishy feeling of the other man’s bulk felt so warm and comforting.

“Look how small you are!” Brian laughed. “You’re an absolute shrimp! Who’s the tiny ass faggot now! Huh!?”

Richie could barely keep his eyes open. All his strength was disappearing. What had once been a thick and powerful body, now had almost nothing left in it. Thick powerful arms were dwindling to nothing. His pecs weren’t noticeable and abs even less so. Those thick quads disappeared into one solid looking thigh and the teardrop calves barely looked like anything. He saw his shoes a few steps behind him. Apparently he’d walked out of them without even realizing it.

“Fuck you, you underwear sniffing creep,” Richie said as he passed out on Brian’s body.