Everything had happened so quickly for Arnold, that he blurted out the first thing that came to his mind: "Get me some clothes that fit!" he said louder than he probably meant to, and he watched as his older brother instantly scurried off to obey his command.
Arnold stood there, alone, and confused. Everything had changed for him so quickly, so...massively that he really had no idea how to even think about this. He felt good, he felt REALLY good in fact, but part of him felt like this was almost a dream somehow, and he was coming to terms that this was truly real. He began going downstairs, each step causing a massive creaking and groaning to come from the old stairs in his house, but he got down without incident.
His hands idly ran across different parts, he looked himself over as best as he could, feeling how his body pressed up against itself, the smallest movement of his fingers causing a nigh-explosion of thick muscle fibers to erupt from his forearms, let alone how massive his upper arms and pecs would get anytime he started to move his arms anywhere in front of his body. He felt a bit excited by it though. Even walking around had changed his posture and movement, causing him to have to move those two huge mammoth pillars of muscle around so much.
As Arnold took his time getting used to his body, John soon returned with clothes, as ordered, in a size that Arnold could wear: Their father's own clothes.
The two brothers had such an interest in gaining muscle because their father had himself been a champion bodybuilder himself, and many of the pictures that they had used as motivation were of him. Their mother did not say what had happened to him, but she kept many old pictures, magazines, and even some of his clothes around, which is what John brought to Arnold. He held out a folded black t-shirt that said 'Stronger Than You' on it and a matching pair of black shorts to go with it.
Arnold put them on, and John returned his bowing position as before, awaiting the next command from his God. It was at this point, it really dawned on Arnold that John even WAS acting this way, and he wasn't really sure what to make of it. While he felt amazing, this whole thing was such a flip of...just his whole life, that he was completely thrown off. So he gave his next command, "Uhh...follow me to the gym!"
To which John excitedly did so. Once there, Arnold began loading up a barbell with every plate he could, hitting about 300 pounds, including the bar itself, and lifted it off the stand. John simply stood by, watching as Arnold began curling the weight one handed with zero effort on his face from it. He just did rep after rep, feeling like it wasn't even there. But he felt a bit bad in fact, seeing John watching him. It was like 'John' wasn't even there anymore. So he set the weight back on the stand and walked over to John, asking him to go to his knees.
"Hey...so...who are you?" Arnold asked?
"I exist only to serve my Master and God!" John replied with eagerness and love.
"Do...you have a name?"
"Only whatever you tell me to have."
This did tear at Arnold's heart a bit. It seems just one look at Arnold's fully unveiled, divine form had completely shattered John's mind. Every dream, hope, and thought John once had, was instantly destroyed upon seeing Arnold's new body for the first time. He realized he needed to do something, as he stared deeply into the eyes of John with his own piercing blue ones:
"You are no longer John...you are no longer John...you are no longer John..." he repeated, and the look in John's eyes went completely blank.
From here, Arnold began to rewrite John's mind, body, and life, his whole world was being remade thanks to Arnold's new powers. John's body, all the muscle and hard work, began to 'collapse' in on itself as he got shorter, and smaller, his muscles vanishing, his face becoming younger and softer, as he was rebuilt to Arnold's words.
Within minutes, John was gone, replaced by Arnold's new brother that he had made from him, named Jordan, who stood but 4 feet tall, and who had grown up being worshipful and loving of his supreme older brother, Arnold. He reached down and gently began to rub Jordan's head, running his fingers through his hair, who now was standing up entirely, and yet barely reached the bottom of Arnold's enormous, jutting chest.
He saw this as a mercy, as John was completely destroyed, and Arnold felt guilty about both that, and trying to order around his own older brother. By changing him into Jordan, he was giving him a new life. Reality itself had been rewritten around this, and 'John' was truly gone in every sense, replaced solely by Jordan.
Arnold felt Jordan kiss one of his massive pectorals, and ask, "So what are we going to do today, big brother?"
He smiled, and responded...
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