For Me, Bro?

Carter’s younger brother had that puppy-dog look on his face that he’d never been able to deny.

“For me, bro?” Ethan pouted, trying to display just how important this was to him.

It was almost comical, seeing the usual jockish alpha-male type begging for his nerdy older brother’s assistance. At 6’1 and riding high on a soccer scholarship, Ethan had never needed much help in life since puberty had hit. And just two years older, Carter had become independent through the other form of means. Instead of thriving from good looks, he’d campaigned with good grades. He wasn’t that unattractive by any means, but his averageness was always heightened when placed next to his younger brother.

Since their mother was a professor, the two attended the same college near home. While the nerdier junior Carter was following in his mother’s chemistry footsteps, the more athletically-inclined freshman was just starting his business degree. It wasn’t long until the jocks began to gang up on Ethan, persuading him to join their frat. And with the frequent soccer practices too, the bombardment of cult-like initiation rites and rituals was constantly in Ethan’s face.

It wasn’t like he had needed convincing though; Ethan had always wanted to be a frat boy. Everyone in the family knew it, and their parents had even supported Ethan’s longing for the brotherhood. Rush week came and went quickly, and before Carter knew it, Ethan was at his apartment sharing the good news: Ethan had made it through all the trials and tribulations, and was just one final step away from fulfilling his dreams.

“So you said there was one last thing you had to do?” Carter asked, taking a seat across from his brother.

“Yeah,” Ethan chuckled. “Another ritual thing.”

Carter smirked, “You didn't shake bloody palms or something, did you?”

“Not exactly…” Ethan replied in a way that intrigued Carter. “But there’s a reason I came to you instead of anyone else.”

Carter stayed silent, allowing his brother to continue.

“The last thing I have to do is kinda weird, and I thought if anyone would do it, it would be my big bro. Especially because he knows how much I have wanted this for so long.”

“Well?” Carter questioned awkwardly. “What is it?”

“See bro, I need you to…uh…” Ethan looked down, a flush of embarrassment reddening his face. “...sniff my foot.”

Carter again said nothing. After an inscrutable pause, he tried to say something.

“What’s the catch?”

Ethan took the reply as a possible yes. “Nothing! Seriously dude no tricks. Part of the ritual last night was that we had to dip our feet into this white powder that kinda smelled like Axe. Then we just put our socks back on and they told us to have someone sniff it before the party this weekend.”

Carter considered it for a moment. “That was it?”

“Yeah bro,” Ethan shrugged, taking off a sock to show his brother. Carter scanned Ethan’s foot quietly, noting nothing peculiar besides the incredible size of his little brother’s foot.

“Just a sniff?” Ethan pleaded, holding his foot and sock up for his older brother. “For me, bro?”

Carter didn’t know how to answer, but after Ethan made that stupid, sad, loveable face, he silently leaned in and took a breath.

The jockish funk immediately soared through his neuropathways, that teenage stench evaporating everything in its path as it traversed through any available routes. There was a hint of that fake deodorant smell that Ethan had mentioned too, but it was useless against the overwhelming odor that originated from his younger brother’s foot. After blinking a few tears away, Carter eventually leaned back, his head feeling a little fuzzy after the whole ordeal.

“Wow…” was all Carter could manage.

“How you feelin’, bro?” Ethan asked, putting his sock back on.

“A little…uh…” Carter could begin to feel a migraine coming on, quick and powerful.

“Talk to me, big bro–what’s happening?”

“My uh…head feels…it’s all stuffy…” Carter replied, his body collapsing behind him into the couch.

“Yeah but like,” Ethan pushed. “Are you feeling strange or anything?”

Carter tried to consider this, but his thoughts felt slow, lethargic even. “‘Strange’?” Carter pushed his legs further apart, now seated in a space-consuming manspread. His legs felt longer and wider. Was that strange?

“As in different, or maybe something is feeling funny?” The slightest grin began to emerge from Ethan’s face as he watched his big brother’s torso began to expand. It had been thin before, but the tightening tee made it obvious how much muscle mass was now accumulating underneath.

“‘Funny’?” Carter repeated again, before releasing a small belch. Unlike his usual polite manner however, Carter just began to chuckle to himself. “Now that was funny…”

Ethan’s smirk grew widely, not even bothering to hide behind the innocent act anymore. “You think that’s funny? How about this, bro?”

PRRRFFFT!

Carter burst with laughter, his empty guffaw filling the room and lowering in pitch with each new breath. Tossing his bloated arms behind his head, the older brother realized the rancid smell wasn’t only coming from Ethan. “God, my pits are as rank as your gas!”

Ethan proudly observed the sweaty jungles untangling themselves from his brother’s armpits. “Perks of being a jock, bro. Amirite?”

This confused Carter. A bewildered look splashed over his chiseling jawline, thickening hair, and masculinizing face. “A jock…bro?”

“Yeah!” Ethan confirmed. “You’re like my inspiration, big bro! Sports, body, attitude…”

Carter could only nod dumbly along, tapping his inflating foot with each as a stamp of approval.

“...the partying, the social life. And don’t even get me started on the sex.”

Immediately, both brothers’ eyes swooped down to Carter’s pouch, which was amply displayed by the manspread. They both watched on with hunger as Carter’s cock plumped out into a full schlong, his balls fattening with jockish multipliers.

“Mmm…sex…” Carter moaned, fondling himself as what little remained of his former intelligence realigned itself towards pleasure. 

“Do it, Carter,” Ethan licked his lips. “Do it...for me, bro.”

“Ok lil broooOOOOO!” 

Spunk blasted forth from Carter’s big man, the massive burst solidifying Ethan’s spot in the fraternity. The younger brother felt his own member quiver and spurt in response without any physical reinforcement. Ethan didn’t feel the slightest bit guilty about the ordeal, knowing his nerdy brother would’ve been thankful. Being smart was dumb, and Ethan had to show him that. Besides, being a jock was so much cooler and sexier anyway.

— —

“Yo, Ethan! Glad to see you made it.” The frat president swung an arm around the freshmen, his frame just barely bigger than the younger jock’s. “So, did you finish the required orientation ritual?”

“You bet, Prez,” Ethan cockily replied. “Check out the breeder by the docks.”

Both the president and Ethan swung their eyes across the lawn, watching as a hunky, narcissistic jock drunkenly harassed a partygoer. 

“No…” the president started with disbelief. “You’re the one who brought Bar Cart?”

“You bet,” Ethan chuckled. The fact his jockified older brother had already landed a nickname solidified his massive success.

“I’m beyond impressed,” the president replied. “You know, he’s already gotten to work on trying to recruit more members.”

“You’re kidding?” Ethan scoffed.

“Nah bro, he’s made it his life mission to bring in as many new dudes as possible.” The president shrugged, “Said he’s gotta ‘make up for lost time’.”

Sure enough, as the two looked back out to Carter–now known around campus as “Bar Cart” due to his ability to always have a drink with him–they watched as the junior jock tossed one of his massive, sandalled feet onto the partygoer’s table.

“Yeah bro,” "Bar Cart" Carter started. “It’s insane to buy shoes for these bad boys. So big and manly. And they always reek too, like real masculine bro funk. Do you think they stink though?”

The partygoer’s eyes widened, the offer in front of him both strange and exciting.

“Would you mind checking?” The obnoxious, drunken frat boy asked, inching his gigantic foot a little closer. “For me, bro?”