Hi, my name is Craig Matthews and my brother’s a giant. I’m serious, a giant. Anyone would think that was bullshit, and to be honest I’d agree, but sadly:
it’s not. My 9 year old brother is a 9 foot tall, muscle-bound giant. It’s almost scary, and at first it was, but we’ve grown to be used to it. We’ve had to
make a lot of changes to the way we live because of it. Timmy’s (my little brother) bedroom had to be extended 8ft and a custom-made bed had to be built; it’s
12ft long and 8ft wide! We have to get designer clothes and shoes; Timmy eats about 5 meals a day and we still have to get him through 7 hours of school! As
I’m telling you this, Timmy’s playing on his GameBoy with a copy of Pokemon FireRed. It was odd; he was so physically mature yet so childish! He was scared of
the dark; believed there were monsters under his bed and often made me sleep in his bed so he’d feel better. Imagine a 9ft muscle stud holding you like a
teddy bear! I still remember the day we found him like it…
I was in the living room watching some re-runs of Doctor Who while Timmy was in his bedroom. He’d been feeling sick for most of the day, and our mum wanted me
to watch him for the day. I think he had stomach cramps, because when I walked past his room I heard him groaning in pain. He’d locked his door, so I couldn’t
check on him and he refused to open it when I asked. I was halfway through an episode when I heard a loud crash, like wood splintering and breaking. I jumped
off my seat, and was about to run up the stairs when I heard loud thuds, like a heavy object walking down the stairs. Who could it be? To my horror, a large
muscle covered body appeared in the doorway. I couldn’t see the face, since they were so tall they were blocked by the doorframe. The most horrifying moment
was when the body revealed itself. It was Timmy!
His body was a work of art: giant chiselled pecs, and a cobblestone eight pack that looked indestructible. Large, incredibly strong arms connected to meaty
shoulders and manly hands. His legs were like tree trunks, incredibly large and incredibly defined. I swear he had no fat on his body (in fact we found at he
had only 3% body fat!). The most eye-catching thing was his manhood. It hung there almost to his knees. It was easily over a foot long and about as thick as a
Coke can! It was all wrong, because he had actually retained his childish age. He was nowhere near puberty, so he was totally hairless except for his head.
His skin was a pale-tan, and his feet were easily twice the size of my size 10s. His face had hardly changed at all, except for a meatier neck. It was
horrifying, and oddly beautiful.
“T-Timmy? Is that you?!” I asked slowly
“Erm, yeah?” he answered quietly. His voice hadn’t changed at all, still the insecure child he was yesterday.
“What happened?!”
“I don’t know! I felt weird all morning, and then this happened!”
“How do you feel?” Timmy hesitated, and then looked over himself. He stood 3 feet taller than me, and put the biggest bodybuilders to shame. He spent a few
moments staring, and then smiled slightly.
“I feel- amazing!” He said with a huge grin. “Look at me, Craig! I’m huge! I’m even bigger than daddy!” He began feeling his giant physique, flexing slightly
with each limb. He looked at his penis, and looked confused.
“My willy? What’s wrong with it?”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s huge, it looks like a snake!”
“Um, well. When you get older, your willy gets bigger too.”
“No! I don’t want a biggy willy!”
“No, no! It’s very good to have a big willy! In fact, you’ve probably got the biggest in the world. You should be really proud!” Timmy looked at his cock, and
smiled. Taking his large hands, he picked it up. With two hands, it still hung over by a few inches.
“It’s really heavy… Look!” He wiggled it slightly, and like a normal penis, it became slightly erect. “Ah! What’s happening?!” He shouted as it became full
erect. It reached almost to his pecs, and was giant. Without his cock, I could see his large balls. They were about the size of softballs, and probably filled
with testosterone.
“Well, when you’re older. Your willy feels good when you touch it.” I said awkwardly. It was so weird seeing this. Thankfully, Timmy left that organ alone for
the minute, and instead went to hug me. I felt almost crushed by his extreme strength. He let go, and childishly asked if we could watch CBeebies.
Timmy and I sat on the sofa watching Big Cook Little Cook. I spent the entire time staring at Timmy. He sat there completely naked watching the irritating
actors talk and cook cute little cakes. He laughed at the actors’ little jokes, and leant on his hand. His large arm flexed as he did, his bicep was huge; it
must have been over 30”! Every time he laughed, his eight pack tensed admirably. I wasn’t sure if I was jealous, scared or proud. He was my little brother,
and he’s a hunk! I didn’t know if he realised how big he actually was, because if he did it meant he could push me around a lot more. He could easily lift his
bed, and more! I didn’t know what to do with him. On one hand, he’s my little brother; it’s my job to look after him, protect him! On the other hand, he not
exactly little! I’d feel safer with him near me than the vice-versa.
As I lay on the sofa, Timmy yawned. He then lent over and rested his head on my lap.
“Craig?”
“Yes, Timmy?”
“Are you still my big brother?”
“Of course!”
“Ok. I love you, Craig.”
“You too, Timmy.” I said stroking his hair “You too.