"We're going to spend some time together today." Arnold told Jordan.
The look in Jordan's eyes was one of the greatest gifts Arnold could give him: Time with him. Unconsciously, Arnold had always yearned for respect from Jake before his transformation. So in creating Jordan from Jake, that unconscious desire passed along, but also morphed and grew. What Arnold wanted as mere respect, had become an absolute, complete, devotion. So much so that it was impossible for Jordan to have anything even remotely resembling a disobedient, doubtful, or in any way negative thought about Arnold now.
Thus did Jordan begin pawing at Arnold's body, caressing across the muscles on his frame. His tiny, thin fingers rubbed and felt as much as they could at any one time. But he kept on trying to lift and feel beneath the tight, stretched fabric of the shirt Arnold was now wearing as well, which bemused Arnold a bit.
"Heh...want me to take my shirt off, Jordan?"
Of course Jordan, being so obedient, could not ask anything of the boy-god in front of him, but the look in his eyes clearly said what he wanted.
"Heh, alright." Arnold replied, softly ruffling Jordan's hair.
He then reached down and lifted up up on the bottom of the shirt, pulling it off in a single, smooth motion across his colossally wide, thick frame, and tossed the shirt away, before looking back down at Jordan, only to not spot him until he bent over more, and saw Jordan was on his knees, worshipping at his big brother's feet, quite literally rubbing at his feet and the lower part of his legs, slowly working his way up...at least until he was suddenly grabbed by Arnold and effortlessly hauled up by his shirt, his limbs dangling as he was held up with such ease.
Arnold couldn't help but laugh a bit to himself at the sheer effortlessness of it all, the changed brother, the sheer size of his body, his strength, everything about himself. Jordan on the other hand, was weeping. Not from fear, but awe, and love, from the sublime, ethereal, beauty that his divine big brother had. He thought that somehow Arnold was even more amazing than when he first saw him after coming home.
Because he was. Arnold's body was more acclimating to the new power he possessed, and in fact the more time that went on, the more of his vast, godly power he'd have access to. In turn, his divine form, while not necessarily 'growing' more, was altering in subtle, but fundamental ways, removing any sort of imperfection to Arnold's mind, body, looks, and even down to his very being, his soul. In many respects he was 'human' in the sense that he held a human form, but he was far more than anyone else had ever been. In some sense, one could say that humanity up until this point, only existed to create the first *real, true* human, Arnold.
That last thing was certainly Jordan's view on Arnold.
Arnold, unaware of just how he was changing in real time, before Jordan's eyes, put him down when he saw the tears and rubbed Jordan's head some more, smiling. Such an act only made Jordan weep from the beauty of it all. Feeling like he wasn't helping, Arnold lifted Jordan up and pulled him into his embrace.
Arnold's pecs, completely relaxed, were 4 inches deep, so Jordan's head ended up nearly completely buried in pure pectoral muscle as he was embraced and hugged by Arnold. Not to mention the deep, rumbling of Arnold's heart in his chest, the power of even that alone causing a reverb effect throughout Jordan's body. Arnold's power, which grew the more his body became used to the divinity within him.
Feeling Jordan calm down a bit, he finally set him down one more and gently rubbed his head again. Thinking that maybe Jordan was pretty enamored with him, and didn't like between away from him, Arnold made some changes to the house, greatly expanding the basement to include a mini-theatre for them to watch movies or play games in, the gym area for Arnold, a king-sized bed for them to share, and their own kitchen and separate entrance to come and go from the house without needing the front door.
Of course upon seeing this, Jordan was ecstatic, and gave Arnold a loving hug as thanks, caressing at Arnold's body as much as he could. Although it didn't last long before Arnold finally continued the workout he'd started when Jake at first gotten home. This time though, he did it with the intent of teaching Jordan about working out and such.
Their positions had completely flipped from before. Jake was the strong one, and Arnold was the weak younger brother. Now Arnold was the supremely powerful big brother and Jordan was the (even younger and) weaker brother. Although Jordan himself had no real interest in becoming strong in this new reality, instead the workout and explanations were a perfect chance for him to tenderly and slowly caress and explore every single muscle fiber and vein on Arnold's body as he showcased each exercise one by one.
The workout was helping Arnold too, albeit unknowingly. The more he 'trained', which did nothing to help him physically grow stronger, the faster his body acclimated to the infinite energies of the universe within it. Before long, and without even knowing it, Arnold would undoubtedly be the deity of all creation, with power over life and death, over past, present, and future, over all things that had, could, and would be. All of which was contained in the body of a single 10 year old boy, Arnold.
About an hour later, Arnold finished up his 'workout' and gave a bit of a stretch of his body, before looking down and saying
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