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Blowup Mountain
Part 1



The screened door swung open with a squeak followed by a loud bang as the rusty spring slammed the door shut. I stared intently at the man that stepped through the open doorway and out onto the rustic porch. Realizing quickly that it wasn’t who I was looking for, I turned my gaze away from the door, and back out over the rolling grassland.

This was my second summer working at the Triple H Bar Ranch in eastern Wyoming. Casey and I had become good friends and more last year.  I was looking forward to seeing him again. We had a lot in common; both of us were big baseball fans, we were from major cities back East and we both were bodybuilders. One of the reasons I looked forward to seeing Casey was to show off my bigger body. I had worked hard in the weight room and at the dinner table over the past year.  As a result I had packed on thirty pounds of muscle. At six feet one, I was up to a very solid 220 pounds, with a lot of the additional size in my arms and pec muscles. Naturally, my jeans and t-shirt were tight to highlight the additional mass.

Another squeak and I turned back again; Casey Sullivan appeared in the doorway. A wide grin spread across my face as I stepped towards him. For a brief second it appeared as though he didn’t recognize me; then he let loose with a big smile too.

The young man was a senior in college, but looked at home in his full cowboy gear. He had been spending his summers working on the ranch since he was sixteen.  He had a very athletic build, a couple inches taller than me though not as thickly muscular. He looked about the same as last year, still in great shape and by comparison to most of the cowboys around this place, was practically a muscle god.  Casey had the kind of build that might have looked more at home on the frontline of a football team than straddling a horse but hey – I’m not complaining.  He had his cowboy hat in his hand but wore a beat up tan jean jacket that ended slightly above his belt.  The short coat highlighted his broad shoulders and thick chest.  Casey could fill out a pair of jeans like no one else.   His big thighs and ass never looked better.  As he walked up I noticed the large shiny belt buckle he wore rested flat against his ripped waist.

“DUDE!” I exclaimed, and stuck out my hand. “How you been man? Great to see you!” I patted his shoulder.

“DAMN, Ryan, you’ve blown up fuckin’ huge!  Look at you!” he stated. “Your pecs look like you’ve got two footballs under your shirt! Whachu been doing?”

I did a double bicep pose and watched as he tried to reach his fingers all the way around my huge arm but to no avail.

“Nineteen inches, bro”, I said with a proud grin.

Then the young man gave my left pec a sharp poke. “Dude, are these things inflated or what?”

If my smile had grown any wider it would have reached behind my ears. “Thanks, man but that’s all Grade A American muscle.  I’ve been working out hard and steady – lifting right and eating right – that’s all. Put on thirty pounds since last year!”

“That’s awesome! You’re gonna be the biggest guy here!”

This was exactly what I wanted to hear. My dream goal since staring weight training as a 100 pound 15 year old was to be the biggest guy in the room; and now six years later that dream was starting to be a reality!

Casey and I spent the next couple of hours getting caught up on what we’ve been doing since last summer and reminiscing about the fun we had last year out here on the ranch.

We were headed for a meeting of the recently arrived ranch hands, when a blue 4x4 pickup came tearing into the barn lot with a cloud of dust trailing behind.  The driver stopped fifty feet or so down the drive with his door on the opposite side that faced us.  Even without seeing him, we both knew who was driving the truck.  The hinges of the door gave a dry creak and the springs of the jacked up truck sagged to one side as the man stepped out.   As always you could see his arrogant head sticking up above everyone else near him. Some of the crew who had spent previous summers at the ranch and knew the crew leader stepped up to say hello. The new guys just stood and stared with their mouths open.

Neither of us was exactly thrilled to see that our nemesis from last summer was still here. Nick was his name and ragging on gays was his game. He always gave us extra chores, assigned us the hardest, messiest tasks and was never ever satisfied no matter how much we worked. He pushed us and pushed us but we would never let him get the best of us. Worst of all was his constant taunting.  Not since junior high school had I seen such relentless bullying and never in my life, had I been the target.  Fortunately, the other guys here had supported us plus Casey and I had each other to lean on. Maybe that’s one of the reasons we became so close. At least, Nick was not going to be leading our group this year, so although we would have contact, he would not be telling us what to do.

As they say here on the ranch, Nick was not the sharpest tool in the shed; not by a long shot. He was in his mid thirties and a big guy.  Nick was tall and strong.  He easily stood over six foot five.  Even though he had about as much gut as muscle, his size alone intimidated most men. He was loud and enjoyed being the center of attention wherever he was.  What was that old saying?  … He wanted to be the bride at every wedding and the corpse at every funeral – that described Nick to a T.  His size made him hard to miss in any group. As a crew leader, he didn’t always make the best decisions and sometimes his ego and stubbornness made bad situations worse.  Still no one was better with a horse and he knew how to work cattle, I’ll give him that. When it came to throwing and wrestling cattle no one could touch the big man. Nick was in his element on the ranch as though he was created solely for one purpose in this life: to be a top ranch hand at the Triple H.

Despite all that I had looked forward to seeing Nick again and had expected my added muscle might give me the upper hand in physically standing up to the old bully. As he was coming down the walkway towards us, I quickly realized that this was obviously not going to be the case. As the foreman made his way through the thinning group of men, I could easily see a change in Nick.  Hell, who couldn’t see the change?  He was a monster! His giant muscles were straining against the familiar slim cut cowboy styled clothes he always wore. The top three pearl buttons of his shirt refused to remain snapped despite the fact he had reached up and re-buttoned them moments before.  The snaps popped open again as he swung his wide shoulders with each step, revealed two of the meatiest tanned pecs I’d ever seen. Hell it looked like your whole hand might easily disappear between the two pumped mounds.  Nick’s thick stubble-covered neck erupted from the opened shirt, covered with pencil-sized veins snaking their way up toward his handsome square jawed head. Over the shirt, he had on a down filled vest that looked tiny against his large frame and hung open over his torso, spread wide across his meaty chest and gut.   I wondered how he had even gotten the comically small red vest on as it clung so tight around his arms.  It almost looked like Nick’s muscular arms were exploding from the small holes as if he had blown into his thumbs inflated them after putting on the vest. It was no doubt the effect the big man had hoped for since there was no way the old vest was comfortable and as for warmth – the vest lacked a good six inches of meeting if he had even tried to zip it up?  His wide lats put added stress on the side seams of the garment and looked as though he was trying to conceal a couple of melons in his armpits.  Nick now sported the widest back I’d ever seen on a man and his big meaty arms seemed compelled to ride in front of his lats for lack of space at his sides, giving the man an oddly hunched over look.  The tight sleeves of his shirt were rolled into a band nestled between his fat biceps and delts, highlighting the big balls of muscle that now made up his upper arms.  Nick’s thick shoulders threatened to blow the seams out of the clothes he wore.  The big man’s familiar costume had always been tight but looked even more undersized now that his muscles had taken on such a bloat. The enormous ham shaped thighs looked like they were trying to destroy his jeans as well. Nick seemed to walk slower as his thick denim coated thighs rolled over one another with each step.  The boys had always mimicked his “John Wayne” way of walking - behind his back of course.  Now it even looked as if Nick had joined in on the fun and was trying to parity his old shuffle as he waddled along. He made his way toward us with his ambling slow motion gait, nodding to the new arrivals as they called out to him.  His leather cowboy boots looked somewhat deformed as the aged brown leather folded in creases, no longer able to fit up over Nick’s large calf muscles and were stretched wide by his stocky shins.  His mid-section was still big and prominent, but it appeared firmer and harder.  The thick bands of muscle that stood out on Nick’s gut ball creased his old worn shirt.  Gone was any hint of softness about the man, the phrase ‘strong but fat’ no longer described Nick’s seriously muscled form.  He was a true freak now.  

Underneath his big muscle gut a tight leather belt was strapped around his small waist from which hung a pair of pliers, he always kept within easy reach for fencing repairs or a pinch of un-expecting flesh whenever the bully got the urge and a fresh target within reach.  I had been one of his targets and sported a purple sore around one nipple for over a week as a result.  One day after lunch my first week at the ranch, the big man caught me napping on the dining hall porch.  Nick used the tool to give me a tittie twister.  We had started the morning at 3:30 to beat the mid day heat, riding out to round up some of the herd that were in the foothills at the far end of the ranch.  It had been a long ride and tough morning’s work, forcing the calves and their mothers out a timberline and down into the open pasture.  I had spent as much time jumping out of the saddle forcing cattle from under low-limbed trees on foot as I had been riding.    Not yet comfortable on the back of a horse, I was exhausted and sore from hours in the saddle.  The appeal of an adventurous summer living like a cowboy in the middle of nowhere was beginning to pale.  After a quick meal I had sat down in the warm sun and rested my legs over the porch railing hoping to enjoy the last fifteen minutes of my lunch break.  The next thing I knew I was woken up by a searing pain in my left pec and sprang to my feet knocking the chair across the floor to the laughter of a group surrounding me.  I had been dead asleep and couldn’t make sense of things for a moment but then there was the sharp pain again and Nick with his sneer and his pliers clamped onto my left nipple occasionally giving it a twist.  It felt like he was trying to pull the nipple off my chest.

“You awake thar boy!”  He snarled.

“Son of a bitch!  What the f…” I knocked his arm away with my forearm before I turned away and rubbed my pec with the base of my hand expecting there to be blood spurting from my chest.  I’d never felt such pain.  I was pissed as I bent over and kneaded my chest.

Nick’s pliers had slipped from his hand and slide across the porch.  He chuckled as he sauntered over to retrieve them.  “Skittish little filly ain’t he?”  The others chuckled awkwardly.  

I glanced up at the man with hate.  The pain wasn’t letting up and I wanted to kill the bastard.  Anger over took me like a wave and I lowered my head and took a step toward him only to have someone move in front of me and hold me back.

The big man laughed and continued, “Wool hell boy, you always wearing them skintight t-shirts and your b’s all swelled up like that.   I just figured you must have an infection or something.  Just trying to relieve the pressure for ya is all.  No need to get in a hissy fit or nothing.”  There were more chuckles as Nick turned and yelled, “Saddle up boys!”  I was still nursing my pain as I heard the shuffling feet of the others moving across the porch and the jangle of harness as they took to their horses.  

I noticed then whoever had stepped up and stopped me from jumping on Nick was still standing beside me and a deep voice said, “Don’t give that prick any mind. He’s a fuckin moron.”  I opened my eyes to see my hat was being held in front of me.  I glanced up into Casey’s face.  He retrieved my jacket from the back of the chair I’d slept on and set the chair to right again.  He tossed me the jacket and said, “Come on we better get back to work.”  That was my first contact with Casey.  I’d noticed him in the group but his ease in the saddle and size I’d thought he was one of the older cowboys who made up the fulltime crew on the ranch.  

“Oh look, we got a love connection.  Looks like Sullivan’s got himself a crush.  Saddle up, sisters, you’re wasting daylight.”  Nick barked to the titters of the others as they rode off.  From that day on Casey became my mentor on the ranch, teaching me everything I needed to know about working cattle and all the other responsibilities we were expected to handle.  From that point on the two of us seemed to become a thorn in Nick’s side.  Not that we were the only ones to suffer under his leadership.  He liked to ride all of the crew, especially the new arrivals.   But after that day Casey and I for whatever reason became special targets for Nick.


My mind drifted back to the present as Nick’s heavy footsteps approached along the boardwalk.  “HOLY SHIT!” I remarked to Casey, and then gestured towards our enemy. “He’s gotta be close to 300 fuckin’ pounds!”

“Oh yeah! … easily, if not more.  I’ve never seen anyone so big.  It’s like a photo shopped morph come to life.” Casey replied. “Check out that chest! Hell, his arms gotta be bigger than your legs, bud.  I guess the eatin’ must still be good here on the ol ranch!” My friend turned back toward me. “You think he’s on something?” Casey asked under his breath.

“Yeah, a Craftsman 5 Horse Air Compressor!”  I mumbled, “The goofy fucker is swelled up like a muscle blimp. Bet if ya stick him with a pin, he’ll pop!”

“You wish”, Casey responded with a grin, sounding more amazed at the change in the big man than he had even been at my gains. Small wonder.  I’d worked my ass off for a year to gain 30 pounds of muscle. I had lived and breathed bodybuilding 24-7.  Everyone assured me it was a miracle to have packed on that much over such a short time, that I must have some kind of a gift for gaining muscle.  Hell, Nick looked like he had put on 80 pounds of solid muscle during the same time!

A voice came from behind us. “Word is he’s pumpin’ himself full of horse hormones. That’s how he blew up so huge! Gets them from one of the vets who works for the boss man.” I recognized the speaker as one of the permanent workers at the ranch, an old guy named Charlie who had been around since the dawn of time. “Spends all his free time working out at that gym in town like he’s one of you college boys, hoping to make the football team,” the man scoffed as he walked on chuckling under his breath .

I looked at Casey. “Figures. He’s dumb as a horse, might as well be eatin’ like one and taking the same drugs.”

The massive cowboy strutted up to us slowly with the typical cocky sneer on his face. I noticed him roll his shoulders back and stick out his chest further as his eyes fell on Casey and me.  He appeared to flex every muscle on his body as he approached, chewing on a wooden matchstick hanging out the corner of his mouth.  The gleam in his blue eyes showed he was enjoying the effect his recent gains were having on the returning summer crew.  Nick paused and shifted the matchstick to the opposite side of his mouth with his tongue and then looked me up and down.

“Mornin’ ladies, so you decided to come back for more ehh?” He reached out and slid his cowboy hat back on his head and pointed towards my muscular arm. “Say, you’re looking pretty skinny there Shirley; you been sick?  I hope you’re gonna hold up this summer!” That was a classic Nick line if there ever was one.  I knew he made this statement out of spite and it held no truth, yet it still riled me.  Two minutes near the asshole and he was already pushing my buttons. He started to walk away as he added. “Maybe you’d better start working out!  If you need any advice, just let me know.”  Then Nick stopped and turned to face us over his wide shoulder.  His arrogant sneer creased his lips as he gave us the head to toe scan again and added, “On second thought, fuck that.  I can’t stand nancy boys!” The burly bodybuilding cowboy laughed loudly and headed across the barn lot. “Hey, Buck”, he yelled toward a group just coming out of the barn, “You got those heifers rounded up yet…”,  just to show he had already forgotten about us.

“We can’t let him treat us this way again,” I mumbled to Casey. “I’m gonna put a stop to it before it starts!”  I felt my body tense up and I started to follow Nick.

“No, you’re not.” I heard a calm voice say.  I felt Casey’s hand on my forearm before I could take a step in Nick’s direction.  Quickly my friend stepped in front of me and my eyes were staring right at his nose as he pushed me back toward the sidewalk with his chest, herding me in the opposite direction.  For a second I tried to push him aside but he matched me step for step.  Casey’s muscled body was a solid wall blocking every step I tried to take after Nick.  He gave me another hard shove with his hands toward the others walking to the meeting and kept his hand on the base of my neck forcing me to keep a step ahead of him until I calmed down.  If others noticed what was happening they didn’t let on, choosing to glance away from my anger as everyone headed toward the meeting.

Casey must have noticed something relax in me for then he said quietly, “I’ve been around here a lot longer than you and I’ve seen plenty.  Trust me you don’t want to mess with Nick.  That’s probably just what he wants you to do. I reckon he’d enjoy kicking the shit out both of us.” Casey’s words implied that if Nick was to start up with me it was a given that he would have to take on both of us.    

“The man is too stupid to know his own strength and one of these days he’s gonna kill somebody.  I don’t plan on volunteering for that job. Folks round here say the boss or his pa have been bailing Nick out of trouble his fists have gotten him for twenty years or more.”  I glanced up at Casey.  He was looking off toward the distant hills with a serious look as we walked.  Casey was a quiet man but when he did speak he had a way of getting right to the point of things.  He continued without looking at me, “Ya don’t want to mess with him. Tough is one thing but stupid is something else entirely.”

“Besides what can we do about it?” Casey wondered, “Especially now? Just look at the guy.  The man’s twice the size of either of us and he’s as strong as a horse!  I don’t like those odds.”

My anger faded.  Casey was more than likely right.  I smiled as an idea entered my mind. “Yeah, but don’t forget he’s as dumb as a horse too. Ya know how if you put a lot of food in front of a horse, he’ll just keep eating? The horse doesn’t know when to stop?”

“Yeah, so what?”

“I’ll bet you that if ya put a shitload of food down in front of that dick-head, he would just keep eating until he burst!” I joked and laughed despite it all.

Casey grinned slightly but then frowned. “That would be pretty fuckin’ funny but not even Nick’s that stupid. He’d stop eating sooner or later before he really hurt himself... that is I think he would.”  He paused with a grin as if he was struggling with that idea.  Then in a more serious tone said, “Nick’s no genius but he not a horse either.”

“So ya want to bet, smart guy?”

Casey’s face broke into a grin.  “ A bet, for real? … Sure, Ryan ole pal. That sounds more like odds I’d be interested in.  I’m not one to pass on a sure thing! You think ya can feed Nick till he founders, be my guest.  You got to get him to eat so much that next day anybody who runs into him will be able to see a difference.  Have at it and blow him up all you want, bro.  I’d like to see that myself.  The usual bet?”

A new idea came to mind after Casey’s last comment and sparked my imagination.  I extended my hand and Casey grasped it. “Yep. You’re on!”  I assured him.


The perfect opportunity to put my little plan into operation came a few nights later. Nick was going to be riding fences all day at the far borders of the ranch, checking for damage that needed to be repaired.  He wouldn’t get back to the dining hall until late. By the time he would arrive everyone else would be gone for the night leaving him to eat by himself. I was on kitchen duty and was assigned to keep some food ready for the big idiot.

Another guy and I were cleaning dishes in the kitchen when Casey stopped in. “Everything set?” he asked with a grin.

“Yep,” I replied, smiling. “We got a TON of food back here just ready to go.” I gestured towards a handsome young man in a white apron and baseball cap. “And Justin’s helping me out. He’s a great cook.  He’s already made some special dishes and he’ll keep cooking so that we have plenty.” Justin waved when Casey looked over.

The expression on the face of my close friend became more serious. “This is all well and good and I know Nick the Dick,” Casey started to say, using the nickname we gave him, “He’ll eat a lot, but get real - how are you going to get him to eat so much he that it shows?  Remember our bet he has to founder like a horse. He’s got to walk out of here showing the effects of his binge. Next morning people gotta see the change!”

My smile got wider and I put my arm around the young man. “Don’t worry, I’ve got a couple little secrets.”

“Yeah?”

I motioned toward the door leading outside and Casey and I stepped out to the cold spring night. A cool breeze hit me in the face.   “Ok, here’s the deal. I’ve been stopping in to visit with that vet that supplies Nick.  I’ve been giving him the feeling that I’m thinking about joining his list of customers.  Turns out the hormones that Nick’s been taking are usually given to horses along with an appetite stimulant. This combination allows the horses to gain much more muscle than they would otherwise and in a short time too.” Casey nodded and continued to listen intently. “Sooo, I found some of the appetite stimulant and I’ve been adding it to his supper. I even poured some into his canteen before he left this morning.  My plan is to give our big buddy about twenty times the dose given to the horses! He’s gonna eat like he’s coming off a hunger strike!”

“Is that dose level safe?”

A sinister grin spread across my face. “As safe as the huge amount of steroids he’s been using.  The vet says he’s been going through it like candy.  At first he assumed Nick was reselling the gear at the gym.  Now by the look of Nick, he’s not so sure.” I chuckled.  “While I’m being honest”, I reached down behind a bench that sat outside the kitchen door and brought up a large plastic pail.

“What’s this?”, Casey asked as he took the container in his hands and read the label.

“Oh just a little added kick, you might say.  Those are a new form of CO2 pellet that you use with paint ball guns.  They are pea sized rubberized pellets loaded with compressed air that can give the guns a steady supply of power for hours longer than the old cartridges.”

“So what’s this got to do with Nick?  You going to fatten him up and use him as a slow moving target?” Casey asked giving one of the thin - skinned pellets a squeeze between two fingers.

Taking the pellet in my hand, I said, “Watch this.”  I pulled a balloon from my pocket and dropped the pellet inside and held the neck of the balloon closed.  “And now”, I raised the deflated balloon up in front of Casey’s face and with my other hand squeezed the pellet through the skin of the balloon and held it until the pellet broke open.  Instantly there was a hiss and the balloon came to life swelling bigger and bigger while we could hear the hiss grow louder.  I grinned at Casey, as the balloon miraculously seemed to inflate in my hand.

“So, cool trick but what’s this got to do with Nick?”  The balloon steadily swelled bigger as I held it.

“The pellets sort of look like tapioca, don’t you think?”  I grinned at my buddy flexing my ripped right arm three  times till my bicep stood up at full attention, “Thought I might pump old Nick up for real this time.”  I glanced over my shoulder to make sure no one else was near.  “I have been adding the pellets to his food too. I figured a cup or two of these babies aught to blow him up just in case he loses his appetite.  Only problem is Justin has been wondering why everything he’s made has turned out kind of lumpy.”  Just then the forgotten balloon I held reached its limits and popped with a loud bang!

We both jumped.  Casey’s raised his hands and held them out in front of me as his mouth dropped open, “YOU WHAT? Ryan, are you insane?  What the hell are you trying to do to the …”

I interrupted with a grin, “Hey it was your idea – you told me ‘to blow him up all I wanted’ when we made the bet!”

Just then our conversation was interrupted by the sounds of a horse and rider approaching.  Out of the darkness Nick appeared on the huge stallion he always rode.  The animal looked more like a draft horse bred for pulling large loads.  Nick and the animal made a likely pair.  The horse was well known around the ranch for its habit of biting any unsuspected chump he could find within reach.  Nick thought it was funny and did little to break him of the habit.

The crew leader dismounted and tied the horse to a rail near the walkway.   Nick glanced at us but didn’t speak.  He reached up and took off his hat and began beating the dust from his clothes.  Soon a cloud of dust rose around us.  Casey and I backed away coughing.  The cool breeze took the cloud away.  Nick stood looking at us as he put his hat back on his head; somewhat cleaner than he had been moments before.  The cowboy than raised his big arms over his head and stretched giving his tired back a twist.  I could hear his joints pop and creak as he strained.  He was wearing his usual ‘uniform’ - starting with a blue cowboy shirt with the sleeves rolled up high on his arms.  The shirt was barely able to contain his enormous arms. His jeans were as tight as the shirt.  As always Nick wore his little monkey sized quilted vest. On top of his big square head, rested his black cowboy hat, just like you’d see on the stereotypical villain. You’d think with his recent gains he might have invested in some new clothes that fit. When I got done with him tonight – he would have no choice.  

He let out a sigh as he relaxed and brought his arms down again.  The huge man stood with his shoulders arched back scratching his big muscled gut with one paw. He glanced at us with distain and said with his deep voice, “What are you two fudge packers staring at?”  Nick stepped between us brushing us out of his path as he headed to the door of the dining hall.

“Out of my way, princesses.  I’m hungry.  And Casey get my horse to the corral and bedded down for the night.  You best keep an eye on him, though – he likes the taste of pussy.”  Nick glanced over his shoulder to check for a reaction to his jibe and added,  “Stop standing around with you thumb up your ass!”

Casey looked over at me once the big man was out of hearing.  “On second thought, I’d say your plan sounds like a great one.  My only fear is those pellets of yours might not work as well on him as they did on the balloon.”
Blowup Mountain, the Remake Part 1 - retells the story of a hugely muscular cowboy that gets his comeuppance.
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