It was summer break, and your stepbrother, had finally come home from college. He’s had been dedicating himself to the gym with an almost obsessive passion, transforming his already massive frame into something even more intimidating.

With your parents away for the weekend, the house felt empty. You had always been close, but ever since he’d started bulking up, his sheer size and confidence had made you feel oddly more comfortable around him.

You were doomscrolling when curiosity got the better of you as you made your way to his room. As you stepped inside, you were immediately met with the scent of sweat and cologne. His room was a bit of a mess. Piles of old clothes were discarded in a corner as some were even torn at the seams, as if they had given up trying to contain his ever-growing frame.

Danny was on his bed, his massive body taking up most of the space. His thick, muscular arms rested on the mattress. His pecs subtly bounced beneath his tight tank top with each deep breath, the fabric stretched so tightly across his torso that it left little to the imagination. His shorts, while being a xxxl size, still seemed too small on him, hugging his massive thighs. His tree trunk legs were, along his well-defined calves and his feet, easily over 23 inches long were laid on the bed.

He was focused, completely absorbed in his laptop. His Mac sat on his lap, looking ridiculously tiny against his monstrous thighs. He was watching a class session on mathematics but the moment he noticed your presence, he casually reached over and paused the video.

Danny turned his head toward you, his gaze cool yet unreadable. His voice, deep and rich, carried a mix of amusement and curiosity as he leaned back slightly, making himself even more imposing.

"Need something, lil’ kid?" he asked, his lips curling into a slight smirk, his muscular arms flexing slightly as he stretched.

The way he looked at you, his usual laid-back demeanor mixed with quiet confidence, made it clear—he knew exactly how massive he had become.