Ty had throughout his life with his family noticed that 1) Mark really made it easy to inflate Dustin's ego, always praising his son whenever he did something aggressive, reckless or typically masculine. So of course Dustin was a brute of a big brother. Ty was not the type to just forgive and forget that, and decided he was in the mood for some irony. He decided to return Dustin to normal, and went about thinking of what to do to his "beloved" big brother. Yeah, irony was good.
Dustin was so proud of being the big brother, the domineering, powerful presence in any given room. And Ty was sick of it. But at the same time it was admittedly kind of interesting how that kind of psychology developed. Ty was the nerdy type and that showed in how he regarded everything. He wasn't just gonna go ahead with something that had an immediate and Dustin-crushing reward. He was going to move forward to hopefully teach Dustin something.
So hence his decision; he was going to give Dustin what he evidently wanted. All that and more.
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Dustin awoke Saturday morning, feeling like he had just awoken from a long and horrible nightmare. Like...something...happened yesterday, didn't it? Didn't it? But he was...mostly the same, right? He for some reason remembered a horrible nightmare of returning to being the shrimp on the football team. The guy that Jarrod picked on whenever his steroids went to his head, which was depressingly often. But now, now Dustin was the big guy on the team. And he could be the guy who dishes it out instead of taking it.
He flexed his muscles as usual every morning, and heard Ty shout from down the hall, "Damn Dusty, you really love yourself!"
"Shut up you little fuck! If you had biceps like me, you'd flex every single fucking morning!" But for someone like Dustin, ever the accomplished sportsman, this awareness of his body came with knowing when something was wrong. And he saw it this morning. His arms were an entire inch bigger than usual, and his pecs a little too swollen. His abs were carved too tight, too much in comparison to yesterday. He twisted in front of the mirror, seeing larger and more developed lats than usual.
Dustin grimaced and looked at his face. His jawline was slightly more pronounced, and his chin and jaw had slight bits more stubble than usual. Shaking his head and grunting, Dustin marched into the bathroom and tried to shave up.
He marched downstairs to see a cheekily grinning Ty, and wondered what that little bastard was up to. Well, not like he really cared. Dustin now dressed in his letterman, a tank top, jeans and his usual boots started to feel oddly tight in some places in his clothes. He started trying to adjust them, and sighed. When June came downstairs, he decided to ask, "Mom, do I look...different, at all?"
June smiled at him with a smile so oddly like Ty's that Dustin shivered a little. "Ohh Dustin, you're a growing boy, of course you'll be growing and changing every day it'll seem like!"
Dustin just shrugged his shoulders and decided to head out sooner rather than later. He ate down a lot of food, more than usual at that rate, and started on his way to school. His clothes still feeling oddly tight in a number of places. He was gonna find out one way or another what was going on with him. That fucking Ty probably had something to do with it...
Little did Dustin know, he was going to grow much older and bigger over time, till he realized there could be downsides to being the elder brother when "elder" covered entirely too much of an age group.