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Chapter 30 After getting off the phone with Patrick, I went downstairs to check on Justin. I found him sitting on the couch in his living room browsing job ads on his laptop. “Hey Mr., you doing ok?” I asked “Yeah, thanks. I’m just looking to see what work is available and if I can work that around college.” “Cool cool, though take your time, it doesn’t have to be tonight. By the way, what do you study?” “Eh, medicine… kinda interested in musculature and urology. Weird combo I guess.” I smiled. Not as weird as one might think I thought to myself. “What got you interested in that?” I asked. He blushed and shifted a bit uncomfortably. “Eh, I don’t know really. Some personal stuff I guess. It’s a good field too.” I was curious about the personal stuff but didn’t want to press. “Hey, who’s that?” He asked, pointing to a picture of Patrick and I taken right before his most recent trip. “That’s Patrick, you don’t recognize him?” “Wait, what? No, I thought it was his brother or something. Look at him, he’s jacked… and taller than your boyfriend for sure! I mean, sure I’ve heard rumors that some guy at the gym has some gland thing but this looks like more than that. Is he on steroids or something? He can’t be! He doesn’t have the gut or anything!” “Haha,” I laughed, “that’s my boo alright. No, no steroids. Oh, and he’s bigger than that now.” Justin looked at me with a confused stare. I could see his long cock beginning to swell in his shorts. “As I matter of fact” I teased, “I’m pretty sure he’s bigger than you.” I nodded to his endowment. Justin didn’t buy it. “No way man! I met him. He’s like 5’6” and like 100 pounds soaking wet or something, and you’ve seen my dick… even if he’s grown a bit I’m twice his size!” His cheeks were flushing. I was getting horny myself. “I’m serious.” I looked him dead in the eye. “He’s taller than you, he’s stronger than you, and his dick is bigger than yours… I guarantee it. It’s actually a bit of an issue at the moment, honestly.” Justin looked at me quizzically. “You’re really not shitting me are you? How is that possible? Wait, how big is he exactly?” I sat down beside him. “Well, I honestly don’t know, exactly. How is it possible? I’m not exactly a medical scientist myself. I’m really not shitting you, I can show you a pic if you’d like.” He nodded. I whipped out my phone and opened up my screenshots. I started with a shot of Patrick comparing himself to the pringles can. “Holy fuck. Ho…ly….fuck. He’s legit got me beat.” Justin was fully hard now, I could see his fat cockhead sticking out of the bottom of his shorts. I tried to ignore it because his reaction was fascinating. “Look at his muscles dude! Fuck man, what is his bench like?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “…and so shredded.” Justin began closing and opening his legs slowly, massaging his dick with the movement. “God, his arms have got to be the size of my fucking thighs.” As he continued scrolling I got up and poured myself a drink to distract myself. It didn’t work. As I turned away from our little minibar Justin was totally enamored with the photos on my phone. He was scrolling through, starting with months ago and watching Patrick basically grow in front of his eyes. I saw a big drop of precum ooze from his cock onto the floor that went unnoticed by him. I contented myself just watching him for a minute. It seemed the bigger Patrick was in the photos, the more rapid and shallow Justin’s breathing became. “Jeez,” he muttered primarily to himself, “He’s tall too, he’s gotta be at least six foot two.” I interrupted his musings. “Looks like you approve?” I made a toast motion towards his shorts. Glancing down Justin panicked a bit. He fumbled my phone and it made a clack as it bounced across the floor. He tried pulling his shorts down a bit to cover his cockhead, but that only exposed the base of his cock. So he grabbed one of the couch cushions and put it over his stomach, adjusting himself as he did so that his cock was pointed straight up, hidden by the pillow. “Fuck, I’m sorry. It’s just fucking hot.” He stammered. “I mean, he was cute before, but fuck! His glutes, his calves, his…fuck…his everything man. I’ve always wanted to meet a guy bigger than me! Always! I mean, I love being big down there but, I’ve sometimes I just want to be the smaller guy. I mean, I can find guys big enough to pin me down, or super tall guys…but God I want to meet a guy that’s also got me beat dick-wise. I know, dumb fantasy. But…fuck.” Realizing he had just blurted out his deeper desires. Justin suddenly turned beat red. I slowly took another sip of my bourbon. After a momentary pause, I spoke. “There’s nothing wrong with any of that. I mean… I can relate. Buddy, I’m 6’5”, and up until recently I’m usually the biggest guy in the room in all regards. There are exceptions, sure. But usually it’s tall and lanky, or muscular and short, or some combination like that. I like being the big, protective, dominant guy most the time.” I thought back to my revelation in the shower. “But I’m realizing recently that although I love my tiny guys that I can toss around and dominate when I want to, I’m seriously turned on by the idea of being with a guy who is bigger than me. I enjoy being submissive at times too, but it’d be nice to try to submit to a guy with the brawn to back it up, rather than as submission out of love. Does that make sense?” Justin nodded. “Yeah, I lot actually.” He paused, contemplating something. “I’ve never told anyone, but one of the reasons I got into studying urology is that I was thinking about having surgery to make my penis smaller.” I nearly spat out my drink. “What?” I questioned, but it came out as an exclamation. “Yeah,” he replied. “I mean I’d still keep it at like 9” or something near that, but it’d be nice to not be the biggest guy in the room for once. I’ve always loved the way guys look at me when they see me naked for the first time, and I want to experience that from the other side.” “Hmm… well maybe we can arrange that sometime.” I sat down in a chair across from him. That’s when I noticed my phone had an active call. Shit! Justin must have pocket dialed someone when he dropped my phone. I rushed to grab my phone and see who was on the line. It was Patrick’s international number. I held the phone to my ear. “Hey, boo?” I asked. “Oh, hi hun. About time you picked up your phone.” Patrick laughed. “Hey, put me on speakerphone.” I did as he asked and set the phone on the coffee table. “Hi Justin.” Patrick’s voice sang out from between us. “Uh, hi Patrick.” Justin replied, he looked slightly horrified. “How’s it going shrimp-dick?” Patrick asked. Justin looked to be at a loss. He stammered but nothing came out…except precum from his turgid cock. Patrick laughed. “No hard feelings Mr., I really was tiny back then.” “You weren’t tiny, I was just” Justin managed to reply. “Eh, sure…whatever,” Patrick dismissed him. “It’s in the past. That said, I’ve heard you like tall, muscular hung men. Am I right?” Justin looked at the phone, unsure if he should answer. “Uh, yessir?” he asked. “Good.” Patrick sang back. I could tell he was enjoying this. “Well you’ve got two here. Well not here, here. But here…kinda. You know what I mean. Anyway, from what I’ve heard, it sounds like you might be into my fiancé, and you too seem to be getting along quite well.” Justin chirped in, “I’m on my best behavior, sir, I’m staying in the guest room and am looking for a job and an apartment, I promise I won’t do anything with your fiancé.” Patrick laughed, “Really, because if you’re into him… I’d love it if you’d fuck him. He likes to top too and could hold you down if you want. But I really need someone to open him up for me, and you’ve got more experience with that than I do. I mean, if you like him that way that is. I know you’ve been through a number this year and I don’t want to impose anything on you, you are our guest for however long you need and that doesn’t change either way. Unless you’re a douche when I get back, which from listening to you guys go back and forth it doesn’t sound like it. So yeah, do you think my future husband is hot?” Justin’s eye’s shot straight up to mine. Was this guy’s face ever going to go back to it’s normal shade? He spoke slowly. “Yeah, he’s hot.” He paused for a second before mustering a bit of his bravado he used when he was doing things to please Danny. “He’s hot as fuck. I’ve wanted him to breed me since I first laid eyes on him. I wanted him to make me choke on his dick and make me his bitch for months now. I’ve jacked off thinking about what it must be like watching him fuck your little ass and wished he was fucking me while I was fucking you.” “It’s not little anymore” Patrick responded by instinct “Even better.” “But I need you to fuck him too… a lot.” Justin almost growled. “Oh I think I can manage that.” “Hot.” Patrick’s single word summed up what I, and apparently Justin, was thinking. “Hey Aaron, put me on facetime on the tv.” Chapter 31 Every time I see Patrick, I swear he’s bigger. I guess that’s because he is. He appeared on my screen, shirtless and wearing only a jockstrap. One of the ones he used to be much too big. It fit him well now. Though it wouldn’t for long as I saw him start playing with one of his nipples. God his chest looked jacked. “Damn boo, looking good” I said. “Thanks, hun… ok, you heard what he said he wants, have fun!” I turned back to Justin. He had his bravado look going on, but I could see in his eyes he was both excited and nervous. He grabbed the base of his package. “You want my cock, faggot?” he spat. The words were tough but his eyes betrayed how turned on he was. I stood up tall, making sure to pull my shoulders back so he couldn’t miss how broad I am. “You don’t have to do that tough shit with me. But if you want me to be rough, I can. We’ll get to your cock, but first I’m gonna own that sweet, smooth ass of yours. Got it?” His eyes lit up. “Yessir, you want it… take it.” I moved to remove my shirt and motioned for him to do the same. Just as he got his shirt over his head I grabbed him by the hip with one arm and flipped him around on the couch so he was ass up and his arms were caught up in his shirt. I pulled his shorts to his knees, spread his cheeks open and dove my tongue into his rosy pucker. Behind me, I could hear Patrick on the TV let out a moan. Justin managed to free his arms from his shirt. He reached back and spread his ass for me, leaning his chest on the back of the couch for support. He began to moan and thrash, but I grabbed his hips and pulled him back into me as I gave him a rim job he’d remember. After awhile I slowed down a bit and as he calmed down I continued playing with his asshole as I stroked his massive tool with one hand. He was leaking pre all over my couch. I laughed a bit as I thought to myself “thank God for scotchgard.” Patrick’s moaning from behind me gave me an idea. I picked Justin up and carried him behind the couch, where I had him stand and bend over so I could fuck him while we both watched Patrick masturbate. I spat on his hole and began working my fingers into him. When I was satisfied he was ready, I stood and grabbed his arms and pinned them behind him. I asked him how he wanted it. “Make me your bitch, sir” he cried as he squirmed a bit. I lined my cockhead up with his hole and began not so gently pushing it in. He cried out and tried to straighten up a bit. I roughly pushed him back down and realigned my cock. He wanted to be owned, he was going to get it. I felt his ass finally open up enough to get my fat cockhead past his pucker. I spat on his hole and kept pushing. My dick is wider just past the head, and I heard him gasp as it began to invade his insides. He was tight. I could tell he didn’t get fucked often. I glanced up at Patrick as he fondled his jock. His triceps popped with each motion. He was looking intently at the screen but I couldn’t tell if he was focused more on me or Justin. I felt Justin’s hole relax slightly and took the opportunity to push myself all the way inside him. His mouth opened in a silent yell as his horse cock spat out a glob of pre. He tried to reach around to stroke his dick. But I had his arms pinned behind him and he couldn’t move as much as he tried. I used his hole to get off. Between strokes he managed to get out a “Fuck. Your. Dick. Is. Thick”. “yeah? You like my dick?” He nodded his affirmation as he moaned. He was tight as hell, so it wasn’t long before I was close. I pulled out, flipped him around and forced him to the floor. With one foot on his chest, I blew my load. I kept one hand in front of me to catch my spunk, while a few drops fell to land on his face. “I can’t see” Patrick moaned from the television. I took my foot off Justin’s chest and helped him to his feet. His big dick was solid and looked threatening, I hoped he wasn’t going to be as rough with me. “Fuck sir, that was great” He smiled. “You’re turn” came the tv. Chapter 32 “How do you want it” Justin asked. “What do you think is best?” I asked. I admitted to myself I was a bit nervous given his size. “Hmm…” he began moving the coffee table. “Here, bend over on the floor so he can see you.” I bent over doggie-style on the floor, using a pillow to support my elbows. A moment later I felt a furtive tongue on my ass followed by a light smack on my ass. “Fuck yeah you’ve got a great ass.” He growled. He took his time with his tongue, slowly exploring my asshole. I looked up towards the tv to see Patrick reach over to grab something off camera. As he came back into focus I saw he had a fleshlight and some lube in hand. He removed his jock, and slathered lube over his cock. Fuck he looked massive. The tonguing stopped. “Fuck man, wow.” I heard Justin’s awed voice. “fucking awesome cock.” “Thanks.” Came Patrick’s voice. I felt wetness on my hole again. Justin’s pre-jizz began oozing down my crack, lubing me up. A moment later, I felt his cock head on my hole and I involuntarily twitched. He rubbed his massive cockhead up and down my crack a few times before lining up for the entry. I felt trepidation. His cock and was massive. Thicker slightly than the rest of his dick, but not by much. The image of an apple being pushed through a dime sized tube came to mind. He pressed more, gently, but firmly. For a moment I felt like it wasn’t going to work. He was just too thick. Then I looked at the tv screen and remember, Patrick is going to be thicker if he isn’t already. I focused on relaxing, on letting myself open up. Wasn’t working. “One sec,” Justin said. He got up and quickly ran to the guest room. He came back with a washcloth and a can of something. He sprayed a little onto the rag and handed it to me. “Here, like poppers. But don’t do too much cause it’ll fuck you up.” I obeyed and inhaled from the rag. I started feeling quite relaxed and almost sleepy is the best way to describe it. Then his cockhead was at my hole again. He pressed again, insistently as the relaxing feeling intensified. Suddenly, with almost a pop, I felt his cock enter my hole and I was very much wide awake and feeling everything again! I instinctively flexed my ass muscles. “Breath,” he said reassuringly, “Take a deep breath… Fuck you are tight.” He didn’t move for a moment. I looked back at Patrick. He had stuck just the head of his dick into the fleshlight. I wasn’t sure his entire dick was going to fit in the thing. “Fuck yeah,” Justin moaned, as he became transfixed with Patrick’s cock. I felt him throb inside me, bringing his attention back to me. “Fuck you’re so tight,” he said again. He began working his cock into me, slowly. Very very slowly. It felt amazing. As he went deeper, so did Patrick with his fleshlight. Things felt like they were going smoothly. My ass felt like you could land a plane it it, but I knew we weren’t done. I reached back and tried to wrap my fingers around Justin’s cock. “A bit past half way” he said calmly. A moment later I felt him hit that spot Patrick had recently found in me. He pushed a bit further. “Ah,” He moaned, “wow…am I hitting virgin territory?” I couldn’t speak anything intelligible. I closed my eyes to concentrate on the feeling of his giant member opening me wide, when Justin reached over and put that rag to my face again. The feeling was stronger this time, and I felt my hole relax a bit, somehow. He pressed in a bit more, moaning as he did so. He caught a glance at Patrick again, watching his muscles flex as he stroked his cock with the fleshlight. He became transfixed, muttering about how huge Patrick’s arms were, and his chest, and his cock. Patrick ate the attention up and started flexing to show off. He flexed a bicep and I felt Justin’s cock swell inside me as he pushed even further into me. He started fucking me in earnest now as I moaned as he impaled me. I didn’t think I could take all of him yet. Seeing the can of poppers and the rag I grabbed them and took a whiff. I relaxed just in time for Justin to push himself into me all the way to the hilt. Untouched, my cock exploded even though I had just cum not long ago. Patrick let out a loud grunt and pushed himself into the fleshlight to the hilt. With a crack, I saw his cockhead come out of the top of the fleshlight a couple inches as the sides at the top of the toy split either from his grip or his huge cock tearing it open. Precum poured freely down from his piss slit, coating his hands in clear liquid. He didn’t seem to notice. “Fuck yeah, fuck his hole,” Patrick moaned, beginning to take longer strokes on the broken fleshlight, which Justin then matched in my asshole. “Look at him, he loves it”. It was true, I was on cloud nine. Justin’s cock was enormous, and as he took longer and longer strokes I felt like I was both way too full and also like I couldn’t get enough. It was big enough by far to make me shout and groan with each stroke, but although I expected myself to scream “stop, too much”, instead I heard myself screaming, “yes, yes…omg you’re huge, yes.” “I’m close,” I heard Justin say, “I’m close…I’m close.” He was taking shorter, quicker strokes in me now, using only about half his cock. Patrick decided to push him over the edge. After a couple quick strokes he ripped the fleshlight off and hit a double bicep pose as he began blowing his spunk on the desk in front of him. “Justin screamed “Fuck” and pushed himself all the way into me as he came. I was a bit overwhelmed with the whole scene and didn’t realize that somewhere in there I had come a third time. I looked up to see that Patrick had put the cap on the bottom of the fleshlight and had filled it to the brim with his jizz…and was still cumming. He then lifted it to his mouth and began drinking his jizz while continuing to cum buckets. Justin was still transfixed as he blew another load in me. When Patrick finally finished cumming, a few minutes passed with all of us just catching our breath. Patrick started to clean up with a few towels, and we moved to do the same. Before he hung up he looked at the camera and said. “You’ve got two weeks to loosen him up as much as you can Justin… Oh, and you may want to loosen up a bit yourself.” With that, he flexed and kissed his bicep then the screen went black.

Uh....So Uh... sorry... Life.... Life happened. It's been a bit of a back and forth year for awhile and then a lot of writers block. I thought about setting up patreon for a bit as financially that's been the main worry keeping me from writing stuff. Then as I finally did get down to writing what I thought was happening and what... you'll see... has shifted a bit. Don't worry though, reading it myself I have concerns but like I said, it changed as I was writing it. Hopefully you like it., if not, sorry??? I honestly thought I was writing the conclusion when I sat down for this but it ended up being...well, not the conclusion. I know the moderators get mad if I post within the same thread but please bear with me as it's how this one has gone. I did see all your comments... you guys are awesome! Do we have any artists in here because omg the graphic novel idea would be amazing! Anyway, rambling over: Chapter 27 I don’t know if it’s an experience everyone has at some time in their life, but at some point I woke up from a dreamless sleep that felt like it lasted a lifetime. I felt rested, but too comfortable to move quite yet. By the sound of traffic outside and the light shining through my blinds I could tell it was afternoon. Good thing it was Saturday. I stayed there, in my bed, unmoving. Partly covered by only a sheet, I stared at my ceiling like it was some sort of crystal ball as I absentmindedly stroked my soft cock. For the first time in my life, I felt small. Sure, I had seen men bigger than me before. Some men were taller, some had larger dicks, some were more muscular. However, none of them were my fiancé. “Be ready” replayed in my thoughts over and over as my dick began to uncomfortably rise. I could tell that I had beat off too much last night, yet as my mind searched the uneven paint on the ceiling it kept creating images out of nothing. It was like finding clouds that look like dragons—except instead of fairy tale creatures and faces I kept discovering pringles cans and penises. Original, I know. Fully risen, I began to beat off again in earnest, but my dick was just too sore. How many times did I cum last night? 7? 8? I had lost count. The air conditioner kicked on and I felt a breeze on my butthole. It felt used but still unsatisfied. Still moist from all the lube I had used last night. Speaking of which, I reminded myself. I leaned over towards my nightstand to grab the lube I had set there last night. In the process I heard a loud thump as a large, flesh-colored dildo plopped to the ground, finally free of my bedding. It bounced slightly, landing next to the bathroom door, where I could still see the box it had come in on the bathroom counter. Barrett Long’s face smiled back at me from the packaging. “If only he knew”, I thought to myself for no good reason. I lubed up and worked to get myself off quickly. Patrick’s voice kept playing in my head alongside a mental image of him stroking off a cock the size of a wine bottle. I looked at the dildo on the floor as I got close to blowing my nut. I knew I wasn’t ready. “Sorry Barrett” I thought, “I’m gonna need more”. Unfortunately, Barrett Longs branded dildo was the biggest they had at any of the porn stores in town without going straight into “The Great American Challenge”—a dildo so large it looked more like a chair, or a large lawn gnome if someone were to paint the cockhead to look like a hat. After we had hung up after our argument I had fumed for a short while… before accidently bumping my fully boned dick up against the counter while getting some water. It took me a second to realize why I was so hard… For as aggravating as it was that Patrick had basically threatened me over the phone, it was also incredibly hot. Sure, he had been aggressive with me before, but up until recently that was all just fantasy for him. Prior to the past three quarters of the year I was the big man. He would worship my muscles, and my fat 8.5” about 75% of the time we had fucked. He’d straddle me and lower his tiny little twink ass over my thick member and marvel about how incredible it was watching himself in the closet mirror as his ass stretched wide to accommodate me. He loved when I would effortlessly pick him up and carry him while my dick destroyed his asshole. I thought to myself about how his eyes light up every time I’d ask him if he was sure he could handle all of me. God I felt like just his fucking smile could make me cum! As I came down off the high of cumming, I looked down at the meager load I had just shot from my overworked dick. I finally clambered out of bed to start cleaning up. Picking up my new, (I’ll be honest), not gently used dildo, I went downstairs and threw it in the trash. I knew it wasn’t going to suffice. I looked at myself in the mirror. All 6’5” of my looked back. My slightly red cock was hanging large and proud, and I was the fittest I’d ever been in my life. But again, I felt small. I got into the shower and began lathering up when it finally dawned on me. I fucking liked it. I fought myself to not get hard as I processed my realization. I liked feeling small. Hell, I craved it. Sure, it’s fantastic to always be the giant in the room, to have a cock that people crave, to be the best built man in most rooms. But it’s fucking tiring at the same time. Thinking to myself that my fiancé now had a cock that was probably as big soft as mine is hard, was better built than me, and was rapidly catching up to me in height, I felt my dick begin to stir and turned the water to cold. I got out of the shower without blowing another load, and went to get dressed for the day. Sitting on my dresser I noticed a framed picture of Patrick and I at haunted house a few years back. I smiled. Patrick had never liked scary things. He barely made it through the original Jurassic Park. But every year he would always make it a point to go with me to the haunted houses, because I loved them… and every year he would end up throwing himself into my arms for protection when we’d round a corner and see some weirdo college kid dressed up like a clown wielding a chainsaw trying to spook us. With a sigh, I had a second realization—I was going to miss my little Patrick. Chapter 28 “Be Ready”. Fuck I couldn’t get that out of my head. Last night I had worked my hole out quite nicely, managing to accommodate most of Barrett’s silicone cock, but I knew that still wasn’t enough. Patrick was already larger than Barrett, and he still had one more shot to go. I needed bigger, and I didn’t have a ton of time. I checked online and saw a few that might work…but the reviews said they were all stiff, which is something I can’t really stand. Honestly, when having my hole worked over, I prefer the real thing, but if I’m going to use a dildo it needs to have some give—like the real thing. I grabbed my gym bag and headed out. It was nice out, so I decided to walk. I meandered quite a bit, finally arriving at the gym having done an hour and a half walk. After an hour in group class and some extra chest presses for good measure and to allow the showers to clear out, it was time to rinse off and head home. I stripped down, grabbed my towel and entered the shower area. Lathering up, I was glad to see that my dick had returned to normal as it had been a few hours without me beating the absolute hell out of it. I let the water wash over my body and closed my eyes to relax in the steam. A few minutes later I heard the door creak open and a shower start up near me. I opened my eyes and glanced to my left. That fucking twink! He had taken the shower head next to me again. He wasn’t facing me yet and I couldn’t help myself from doing another down-up on him. He really did have a great ass. Appraising him further, I guess calling him a twink wasn’t very fair to him. Yes, he was slender, yes he was smooth as the surface of The Bean in Chicago, but his legs were solid and his arms and shoulders were too developed to fall under the twink moniker. From behind, his hair was similar in cut and style to Patrick… He began to turn around and I turned my gaze away to avoid eye contact. I couldn’t help but notice his massive cock as it swung and hit his thigh as he turned. He seemed preoccupied though and I don’t believe he noticed me looking. Another man, a bit taller and more built than the monster cock boy came in and took up the shower next to him. At first, he gave me a few furtive glances, looking me up and down as he lathered up. Checking him out I saw he had a good-sized piece as well. Surprisingly he didn’t give as much attention to the muscle-twink next to me. After a few minutes though, sensing I had no interest whatsoever in him, he dismissed me and began stroking himself as he occupied his vision with the other man’s monster appendage. He coughed. “Justin”, he whispered expectantly. “I’m ready… like always, sir.” Although the word “sir” came from his mouth, it felt more like an order than a request. The tension in the air outweighed the steam in the shower. Justin looked up at me and horrified recognition flashed across his face. He quickly looked back at the wall in front of him. “Justin…”, no response. Justin just continued looking straight ahead. “Justin…now”. With an exasperated sigh Justin reached down and began stroking his cock which slowly began to inch longer and longer. “What are you doing checking out fucking needle dick over there, faggot?” he bad-mouthed at the wall. “You want a real man? I’m closer… and MUCH, much bigger.” The man next to him began beating his cock and his eyes got wide like saucers as his face flushed. “Muscles and height don’t make the man” Justin continued, “but you know what does or you would be standing next to him and not next to me drooling for my cock, doncha?” The man nodded feverously. Justin turned slightly towards the man, his cock looking about 10 to 10.5 inches by this time. “You want this cock?” Justin asked coldly. It was the least sexy delivery of that line I’d ever heard. The other man didn’t seem to notice as he glanced at me. Justin cut back in. “If you want this cock, you can’t be paying attention to that little fucker behind me, got it?” he demanded. The guy nodded again and ripped his eyes away from me as he began to get on his knees. At this point I was standing there in confused shock. I knew this huge hung guy was a dick, but what the fuck was actually going on here? The submissive guy began to crawl forward, reaching for Justin’s legs to get purchase so he could begin sucking his fat cockhead. It seemed like time was in slow motion. Justin looked conflicted. Just as his cocksucker wrapped his hand around his left ass cheek, Justin slapped him off. “You know what, no.” Justin declared. Unfazed, his would-be cocksucker began lunging forward again. Justin sidestepped and shoved him to the side, sending him sprawling in front of me. I took a step forward to intervene, but Justin would have none of it. It’s a good thing the gym was nearly empty and there was a big heavy door muffling the sounds to the locker room or I’m sure the next sounds would have brought someone to investigate. “What the fu…” Justin cut him off. As the dude began to stand up an obviously upset Justin began shouting. “No! Fuck you! NO! I’m done. I’m done. I can’t do this anymore. I’m fucking done. Fuck off Danny you can find yourself some other fucking slaveboy whore I’m done.” Now fully on his feet, Danny turned to Justin. “But we’ve got an agree…” Justin cut him off again. “Fuck any agreements, Danny. Fuck anything to do with you. You’ve fucking ruined my life. I fucking hate you.” Justin moved to punch Danny but I stepped in quickly and put one hand out towards his chest to stop him and the other to try to lower his fist. “Fuck you” he continued shouting at Danny. “I’ll move back to Ohio. I’ll move down south and do some fucking porn or something. Just fuck off and leave me alone.” Calmly, Danny said, “But what about your friends? You don’t want to leave them do you?” “I don’t have friends” Justin spat back, “everybody fucking hates me because you make me treat people like shit just so you can get your fucking rocks off. Fuck you, I’m done.” Danny’s eyes flashed angrily for another moment, then he put his hands up. “Fine, fine. You’re done. I get it. Good luck… agreements done. Though that does mean you’re out of a job…” he wheedled, “and without a job you can’t make your rent…so…...” “I’ll have my shit out by tomorrow asshole.” Justin spat. Danny grabbed his towel and began to exit the shower. “Good to know, though if you change your mind I’ll be at the office like usual.” Danny paused for just a moment before exiting the shower as Justin stood standing defiantly. I stood there dumbly, still between the two of them, watching them stare at each other until the one was out of sight. Justin stood there for several more moments, unmoving until I pulled my hand back and started to move to turn my shower off, which I suddenly had to pull back from as a caught Justin as he collapsed into me while bursting into tears. “I’m sorry.” He cried. “I’m so sorry.” I held him there, unmoving, as he let it out. Sure, he had been a douche to me and Patrick, but in this moment he was just hurt, and from the sounds of it he didn’t have anyone else who would hold him right now. “I’m not really a fucking asshole” he sobbed, “but Danny was my boss, and I rent my place from him, and…and… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean any of it. I’m so sorry. To you, and your boyfriend, and everyone else. I’m sorry.” I was surprised he remembered Patrick, as my fiancé had gone out of his way to avoid this guy since their first encounter. I calmed him down and suggested he shower again to get the tears off his face. Meanwhile I got dressed and made sure that Danny was long gone. I bought a shake for Justin and I and brought it back to the locker room as he was putting his shoes on. I could tell his gears were turning as he went about collecting his gym clothes and stuffing them in his gym bag. I handed him his drink. He looked up at me, down at the drink, up at me again… and blushed. “Thank you,” he said timidly. We walked out together. By now it was late afternoon but was still warm, and surprisingly the wind hadn’t picked up. We didn’t talk much at all. After a few blocks, we ended up in front of his apartment. As we went to part, I asked. “So what’s the plan?” He looked at the ground in front of him. “Honestly, I don’t know. I guess I’ll either apologize to Danny, or figure something else out.” I studied him for a moment. “What apartment are you?” “One” “Go take a moment. I need to make a phone call. But when that’s done I’d like to talk.” Chapter 29 While outside Justin’s apartment, I had called Patrick and explained everything that had happened in detail. At first, when Patrick had heard that it was the man that had humiliated him in the shower he was pretty stand offish. But by the time I had gotten to the part about Ohio, and losing his apartment, and his job, Patrick’s heart had softened up like I knew he would. He was the one who suggested Justin stay with us for however long it takes. No strings. No agreements other than respect our home and the people in it. It didn’t take long to move Justin’s belongings into our guest room. At 22, he owned basically three or four totes of things. It looked mostly like just some clothes, bedding, college books, and a laptop. I gave him some time to settle in while I spoke with Patrick over the phone. It started out innocently, he informed me he was getting a promotion… though mainly because his boss was fired. Turns out his former boss had fucked somethings up pretty good, basically erasing two weeks of work. Was I ever going to see my lover again? After a while, Patrick asked me slyly “so… the credit card statement shows a purchase from a little store called “Secrets” hmm?” I blushed. Even though I knew he couldn’t see me I turned to hide my face a bit. I responded in my most masculine voice. “oh uh… yeah… I uh, had to uh… you know…buy a thing”. Patrick busted up laughing. “Haha, awesome… how big did you get?” “Oh, I dunno, it’s pretty fucking massive. It’s supposed to be a replica of Barrett Long.” “Ohhh…” he said knowingly, “nice. Good thing though that you’ve got a couple of weeks to get a size up”. I was rapidly getting hard. “How…uh…how big do I need to handle, exactly?” I asked. He got quiet for a moment. “Look up Jonah Falcon’s cock size on google” “yeah?” “yeah… well I do have one more shot still.” I had to get my dick out of my shorts, I was leaking precum like a faucet and it I could see a wet patch. My bedroom door was open though and Justin was downstairs though, so I didn’t pull it out. I couldn’t help but rub it a bit though. “Fuck that’s big” I said. “I tried looking around because I thought you were bigger than Barrett from what I’ve seen on Facetime, but I couldn’t find any good ones, you know me.” “Yeah, it’s pretty fucking big now.” He sounded cocky…and confidant. This wasn’t a fantasy anymore, that was painfully obvious. “Don’t pressure him, it sounds like it’s the last thing he needs…but maybe you could ask Justin if he has any pointers or direction that would be helpful.” I thought about it for a second. “Good idea… though to be honest I’m a bit worried about that.” “Why’s that, hun?” “Well… it’s just that I think he may have a slight thing for me. He’s blushed a few times when we’ve talked, and while moving over here I’m pretty sure he was chubbing up checking out my ass while I was moving things around to make room for him.” “That’s a bad thing?” he asked. “Well, yeah… you’re my fiancé, my sweet little nerd…” He cut in “Not little anymore.” “My big nerd… and I love you and I’m horny as fuck, and you and he look similar, and well… I don’t want to test myself hun.” Patrick laughed. “Aww… you’re so sweet. I love you. Don’t worry, hun. If he makes you better able to handle me, I’ll thank him.” He laughed. “He could be my shoe-stretcher. Open you up so that I can fit.” “Are you sure?” I asked. “Oh, most definitely. Though I want to watch sometimes.” He said, excitedly if I might add. This was a new fetish of his I didn’t know he had. “Oh, and who knows, maybe if we all get along, when I get back I could blow him up full of my cum too, he does have a sweet ass. Oh my God, I’d love to compare cocks with him now! Who’s the shrimp-dick now!” His breathing had picked up, and he let out a low moan. “Maybe we could spit roast you! Can you imagine two feet of cock in your holes? God, I want to make you feel loose to him.” He grunted loudly, and I’m sure he blew a load (it sounded like a guy pissing for awhile) because I could hear splashing for quite a long time. The line was quiet for a bit while he caught his breath. A few seconds later he said, “Though only if he’s into it, it sounds like he’s been through a bit of hell… sorry about that, I’ve been horny as fuck.” I laughed a bit, “sounds like it, though are you just jerking it or are you serious? I thought you said you’d never outgrow me.” “Who said anything about outgrowing you, hun?” He said, full of concern. “I love you, I’m going to marry you, and you’re going to be mine forever. Got that?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “Good. I’m never gonna outgrow you. I’ve got a big heart though, and a….really…big cock though, if he’s actually more of a sweetheart like you described he sounds a lot like you. Why can’t we marry him too? It’s not like we have to be heteronormative or anything. I mean, I’ve got like 3 husbands in Fable. Though you’re my favorite!” “God you’re a dork. We just invited him into the house and you want to marry him after your only interaction with him was with him being a jerk. Wow…” I laughed. “Eh, I’m joking… mostly… Seriously though, if you two end up banging, I want pics!”

Welcome to the B.U.S.T. Club Episode One: Welcome to the Gallery written by: Mr. Mouse This series contains copyright characters from a number of different series by a number of different companies and they are all copyright their respective owners. All characters featured are over 18 and are conscenting adults in the events that progress. These stories are not for profit and are only for fun... that being said... on with the fun parts. In this world of toons. The cartoon characters from any number of shows blink into existance along with their small part of the world as it is created in our world. They act as performers and are aware of their shows as any actor might be. When the shows are cancelled they just hang out and visit around. While their shows or other cartoons are actively being created they work hard... though some eventually do turn to the more pornographic routes on occasion, depending on the creator. This particular story in the world of toons starts shortly after the recording of a new Sylvester and Tweety cartoon. It was set in their show: The Sylvester and Tweety Mysteries, and was from short entitled: Good Bird Hunting. In that episode Sylvester got a magic amulet that made him incredibly muscular and super strong. He used his powers to fend off a mountain lion and to capture Tweety, at least until an accident resulted in him losing the amulet and therefore his powers. The assistant director blew a whistle then the director called out, "Cut! That's a wrap people. We got everything we need. Good episode." Immediately afterwards everyone on set dropped character and they shook hands congratulating one another on a job well done. Tweety Bird was of to his trailer, as was Granny, Hector the Bulldog, and Pete Puma. Sylvester the cat, however, remained behind on set. He whistled to himself as he waited and then saw the man of his desire, Pepe le Pew peek his head in from behind one of the light boxes. "Zat was most excellent, pigeon," said the skunk in his thick French accent, "I really liked zis episode." The cat walked over to the skunk and embraced him in a hug that pressed their naked chests together. He locked lips before allowing the skunk to say another word. After the long and passionate kiss, Sylvester looked Pepe in the eyes. He had a sadness hidden there as he spoke back with a lisp, "I really liked it to. You know what my favorite part was?" the cat then took a few steps back and flexed back to his massive buff size once more. He did a few poses to show off his arms, then flexed his abs taught, and finished off bouncing his pecs. He stayed large and held a double bicep pose, "This was my favorite part. I wish I could let out my buff side more often. why can't they just write a cartoon where we're super strong and muscular the whole time?" Sylvester huffed as he walked off then picked up a massive boulder and crushed it against his powerful chest with his massive arms. He flexed again and the remnants of rock rubble landed at Pepe's feet. The skunk smiled and flexed up as well, his muscles dwarfing that of the cat. He walked over and the ground shook under his footfalls, "Mais oui, mon petit minou. Zis would be so nice to stay in ze buff forms for more zan a small gag from time to time, no?" The muscular skunk scooped up the massive Sylvester in his arms and the pair's muscles writhed against each others. They were fighting for space as the toons held each other tight in a hug that could crush boulders. They kissed passionately and were lost in the heat of the moment. That was when they heard a voice call out to interrupt them, "Maybe I could, I say, maybe I could help you two with that." The pair immediately released each other and reduced back to their ordinary outward toon appearances. Sylvester cleared his throat and looked away while Pepe faced the interruptor head on but blushing a bit. They both stood quietly before the other toon. It was Foghorn Leghorn, a tall white rooster with a southern accent, "What's a matta boys? Cat got both ya tongues or just chompin down on the skunk's tongue got both your mouths busier than a centipede at a toe countin' contest?" Sylvester refused to make eye contact and blushed profusely, "We were uh, just rehearsing a scene for a new cartoon we got the scripts for is all. Nothin' to see here, Foghorn." "Look at me when I'm talkin to ya, son. Y'all are both about as sharp as a bowlin' ball if ya think I don't know what's goin' on," Chuckled the rooster as he slapped his big belly, "Wasn't hard to hear you to conversatin'. I came over here cause I heard the rocks then I just listened in. Y'all were makin more noise than a couple of skeletons throwin a fit on a tin roof." "What eez it zat you want?" asked Pepe. "Pay attention boys. I'm not just talkin' to hear my head roar." said Foghorn Leghorn. He pulled a couple of business cards from out of nowhere and handed them off to Pepe and Sylvester. He shot finger guns at the pair and said, "Y'all want to be able to let loose and getcher buff sides on then head on down to that address and wear some clothes there too. Be sure ta hold on to them cards. Yer gonna' need 'em to get in the first time. Trust me, I say, trust me boys. Yer gonna be happy tha'cha did." The tall rooster was off with a wink as Sylvester and Pepe looked to one another and then read the cards. The back side had an address in the bad part of downtown but the front side said: Welcome to the B.U.S.T. Club "Ze Bust Club?" asked Pepe, "What does zis mean?" "I dunno," Sylvester shrugged. He then flexed his muscles lightly to show off a little definition, "I also dunno about you but I'm dyin' to find out." Pepe shared a small flex of his own, "Alright zen l'amour de ma vie. Let us find out what zis is all about." The pair of toons got cleaned up in Sylvester's trailer since shooting wrapped up. They headed down to the wardrobe department after and each picked an outfit. Sylvester wore a tank top and some basketball shorts while Pepe put on a black leather jacket and some blue jeans. Both went barefoot and Pepe seemed proud to be bare chested. Sylvester couldn't resist. He went up to the skunk and hugged him with one arm while the other traced over his chest, "That jacket really suits you, Pepe." Pepe smiled and resisted the urge to flex any bigger as he kissed his cat, "You don't look half bad yourself, mon petit minou. However, if we focus too much on each other now, we may never get to ze club." Sylvester resisted flexing up bigger as well then gave a nod, "Right then. Let's go, dear." He gave Pepe a playful swat on the ass and with that they were off. They took a cab who was all too thrilled to speed off after it dropped them in one of the more dangerous parts of the city. The whole area was run down and dirty. The pair looked to each other a bit concerned as they approached the address. There was a big metal door with a sliding view line part way up. Pepe gave the door a knock and the small door on the bigger one slid open. A pair of eyes, hidden behind sunglasses gazed down at them. Then a voice with a thick austrian accent spoke, "What do you vant?" Pepe swallowed hard, "Um yes. We were given zese cards and told by Foghorn Leghorn to come here?" The pair held up the business cards and showed them to the eye slot. The Austrian voice came back, "Ya. You are in ze right place. Come een." The door opened with clank and thud. They stepped in and it was slammed shut behind them by none other than Arnold the pitbull. They had both remembered working with him on Tiny toons but had never seen him quite like this. The white furred pitbull was naked except for a small red speedo but he looked far taller, buffer, and more powerful than he had on that show. He must have stood nine feet tall with muscles on top of muscles on top of even more muscle. However, at their current toon heights their lines of sight were closer aligned with what he was packing in that speedo, and boy was he packing. There was no doubt that he had a massive bait and tackle expertly crammed into a speedo that was just a tad too small. So much so that a bit of neck was showing at the top and the bottom came down over the massive balls nearly too his knees even though he was soft. "Why don't choo take a picture? Eet will last longer?" said Arnold with a flex that made his biceps go right up to the ten foot tall ceiling with a thud. A bit of rock from the grey-stone ceiling was knocked off and crumpled around his impossible strength, "Oops. I keep forgetting I can bring zis place down with ze few light flexes." Arnold chuckled a bit as he looked down over his monsterous pecs at the smaller toons. Pepe was busy staring and so Sylvester chimed in, "What is this place? Where do we go? What do we do here?" "Ya, zis place is da Bust Club. B.U.S.T. Club which stands for Big Underground Strong Toon Club," Arnold smiled, "Zis place is where we toons can go full adult mode and full buff mode without worrying about any cartoon fans seeing or finding out. Eet eez private unt secret for only true muscle toons to let loose. Speaking of, you don't have to hide your junk vit deeze when you ist here." Arnold reached down and with one fell swoop, reached in the sides of their pants and removed their undergarments. They were specially designed underware, called toon belts, they could wear as toons when totally or partially "naked" and it would conceal their genitals, nipples, and whatever else they needed to hide from public view in their cartoons. Pepe and Sylvester barely had time to react as he was so fast. They looked in awe as they saw that he somehow removed them without ripping them and then handed them back. Sylvester let out a little mew as he saw Pepe's black nipples and ariola now amongst his sexy white chest fur from the open leather jacket. His own pink nipples were hidden by his tank top but still made small bumps against the material. Pepe shot him a wink before looking to arnold with his toon belt in hand, "Where do we go from ere?" Arnold pointed to an elevator at the end of a sketchy looking hallway. there were no doors or windows in this building whatsoever, at least none that could be seen from this dimly lit hall. Arnold explained, "Go to ze elevator, hit ze button dat says B9 and then check your toon belts at ze desk. After zat zey will explain more down zere. It isn't safe to talk about ze rest too much by ze door to outside, ya?" "Okay," said Sylvester. He took pepe by the hand and the pair walked down the long hall to the elevator. The doors opened as they approched and Arnold gave them a nod and wink to signify it was all okay. They walked in and saw buttons that were marked floors 01 through 20 on one side while there were floors B1 through B10 on the other. Pepe pushed the button for B8 then realized his mistake and hit the button for B9 right after. Arnold had started to play with his nipple in one hand but waved to them with the other as the doors closed and his cock started to enlarge a bit. "I'm not a hundred percent sure about this," said Sylvester, trying not to spray Pepe as he spoke. The elevator moved and moved fast to floor B8. the elevator dinged and revealed what looked like an empty warehouse. They only had a moment to look out as the doors closed and the elevator went down one more floor. They walked out and saw what looked to be a fancy spa with gold and black art deco designs all around. There was fancy marble floor tile that felt cool on their bare feet and there were massive massage chairs on either side of the huge room which had 100 foot tall ceilings. They saw a desk not far from them and behind it stood Foghorn Leghorn though not as he had appeared before. The rooster was a good six and a half feet tall before but now he must have stood ten feet tall if he were an inch. He had massive muscles and a gigantic muscle gut. He wore the cuffs and collar of a dress shirt, along with a red bow tie, but no other clothing aside from a massive speedo that contained a cock's cock which put Arnold's to shame. The desk said "Toon Belt Check" on the front and the pair approched to see their friend. Henry Hawk was sitting on the desk dressed the same but, were he standing, would have stood a mere six feet tall with muscles to rival a god. He kicked his legs playfully as the toons approached. "Glad you two, I say, Glad you two could make it," smiled Foghorn Leghorn, "I didn't wanna give away too much but I thought I was being as subtle about it as a hand grenade in a barrel of oatmeal." "Zis place looks fantastique, no?" said Pepe to Sylvester. "Thith is amazing!" said Sylvester, "We can really flex up as big as we want?" Foghorn accentuated the actuality of his size when he set his massive package on the desk with a resounding thud that shook the desk and made it creek from the weight, "Flex as big, I say, flex as big as you want and fuck as much as you want." Henry Hawk began to rub over the massive package with both his hands, "There's just three rules o' dis place. Tell em Foggy." "Rules?" asked Sylvester. Foghorn nodded and crossed his massive arms over his massive chest so the muscles fought for room like too many baloons crammed into a tight space, "Now pay attention boys. Y'all we gotta have some rules or we would do more damage than a bull in a china shop. First rule is we can't let the cartoon fans know about this place or who might go here or it could ruin careers. Second rule is you can have sexy times with anyone out want but only if they say it's okay. No raping no matter what happens. Third rule is no letting loose all the way outside the art gallery. You boys understand all that?" They found it a little hard to focus with the massive cock cock growing on the desk before them and leaking more precum than most people could cum in a whole year. Henry smiled as he saw them jealous of the massive member. Sylvester and Pepe nodded but Pepe spoke for both as he said, "We understand Foghorn. What is the art gallery though?" Foghorn nodded, "I'll have, I say, I'll have my man show you as it's better to show than try and explain. Now bring up your toon belts and we'll get y'all sorted out, boys." The Rooster rang a small bell on the desk twice then waited with a devious grin. The smaller pair walked up to the desk to present their toon belts when there came a thundering thoom thoom thoom of massive foot falls that shook the ground beneath them. Out from the blinds behind the desk came a massive ten foot tall toon dressed the same as Henry and Foghorn. It was the all too familiar face of Pepe's fourth cousin: Pitu le Pew. His footfalls stopped short of the pair as he lifted up the hair draped over his eyes and peered down over his massive pectorals. Hearts popped from his eyes as he got a better look at the newcomers. He clasped his hands together in glee as his cock throbbed a little bigger, really straining that speedo. He spoke with the same French accent as Pepe when he addressed them, "Ah cousin and sacre bleu... the ever delicious Sylvester. How good eet eez to see you both 'ere. I am so happy zat I get to show you to ze galerie d'art. Come come. I show you ze best time you ever had, mon petits." He turned away with his big fluffy tail practically wagging then waved for them to follow him in. His heavy foot falls still shook the ground. Both Pepe and Sylvester adjusted themselves after exposure to so many buff toons and in anticipation of what was to cum. Even at their normal toon sizes they still had quite the respectable packages and neither one's outfits did a good job of hiding their boners. Walking was a little awkward as they went through a hallway to a room filled with giant paintings that were flush with the ground. the gallery seemed to go on for miles. The paitings all had golden frames around them and each one must have been 15 feet tall and 10 feet across. The picture frames all had lights on them, some lights were red and others were green. There were a variety of paintings that ranged from mountain ranges, to tropical islands, city scapes, japanese bath houses, spas, beaches, forests, small towns, gyms, subdivisions, arctic tundra, space ships, and even alien worlds. "What is this place, Pitu? I mean I know it's an art gallery but why come here?" asked Sylvester. "Eet eez simple my pin cushion of love," said Pitu, "We come ere to get off. You see we use ze, how you say, cartoon physics to jump into a painting. Zey are leftover sets from old cartoon shows and comics no longer in use. We hop in, we do whatever we want to whatever we want in zose worlds and zen we come back ere where we can go about with ze releif. If ze light is green we can go right een. If ze light is red zen someone eez already zere instead." They looked to a jungle painting with a red light as they heard the sound of a mousey voice crying out like Tarzan. They saw Sneezer swing into view only he wasn't like the Sneezer they knew. He wasn't the mere few inches tall as he had been on tiny toons but rather stood a good five feet tall and wore nothing but a brown loin cloth. The loin cloth however, had been ripped to tatters as his massive cock had already ripped it's way free to leave his gargantuan balls swinging in the breeze. He let go of the vine and hit the ground with a thud that knocked over the nearby trees and cratered a few feet down from his impact. The massively muscled barefoot mouse ripped trees from the ground then tossed them around and swung them like they were weightless to him. He flexed bigger and bigger till he stood at least seven feet in height and almost as much in width. Not to be out done, his super thick cock just as long as he was tall and it spurt precum like a fire hose. He walked over to a particularly massive rock outcropping and with a swing of his mighty cock he knocked that rock to rubble. The ground began to tremble at his flexing toes and the formerly diminuitive mouse grabbed hold of his throbbing cock. He started to stroke it furiously for all he was worth and the rumbling only intensified. He only said a very few moaning sounds as the end approached, "Ah... Ahhhhhh... AAAAaaaahhhh... AAAAAAHHHHH!" Then it happened. SPOOOOOOGE! His cock erupted with a tidalwave of cum at tremendous speed. The cum blasted through the forest and washed away everything in his path with millions of gallons of cum. Pitu, Sylvester, and Pepe watched the spectacle as the mouse fired for what must have been ten minutes straight. When he was done the entire landscape had been washed away and painted with his white seed for miles and miles. "Phrew," said Sneezer as he tore the last tatters of his loin cloth away from himself, "I really needed that... Well. I think I'm gonna go fuck that mountain over there." With that the gray mouse jumped into the air, launching like the Incredible Hulk till he was over the horizon. Sylvester and Pepe had to pick their jaws up off the floor but once they did, Pitu chuckled, "So... which painting would you care to go into first?" What do you think? Where should they go first? Let me know in the comments!

Warning this story contains acts of violence against animals and in Graphic detail. If this not your thing please turn away now. This is purely fantasy and as a horse lover irl I would never think of harming an animal. The tan skin rose, under it where muscles. A huge swell was created in John’s right arm as he brought it into flex. Fist closed and gripped tight he looked at the impressive mount that sat between his shoulder and elbow. His left rose as he created a double biceps pose holding his arms up proudly to the mirror. The grey tank top he wore had once provided a loose fit but now was stretched to near translucent sheet over his torso. His chest had transformed in a wall of muscle that the top had a hard time covering. Pec's bigger then a man's head ballooned out from behind the top, his cobblestone like six pack dropped out the bottom of his tank top. His bottoms hadn't fair any better. Tree trunk like legs and his spurt in height had reduced his shorts to looking more like briefs that clung to the thick muscles of his legs, and around the throbbing mass that hung between them. The muscle bound hunk puffed up his mighty “RIP!” Seconds later two scraps of grey fabric hit the floor while he looked at his own bare chest. Blood pumped through his veins till yet again there was a mighty rip then a sudden crack. The shorts he had worn now dropped from his legs in several pieces. Cracks snaked throughout the reflective glass as the enormous foot long cock buried the semi erect length into the wall behind the mirror. “Fuck” the 7ft tall Latino said as while his hand stroked down along his body prompting his semi erect cock to grow longer and fatter. Pre dripped from the aching head. Naked and hornier then he had ever felt himself John placed his hand on the wall and pushed gently. No resistance came as hundred year stone, and cement, built to resist ancient siege weapons, gave to conservative use of force John had applied from the tips of his fingers. The side of the , two storey building slammed down onto the large courtyard of the hotel the god had booked into. The cold English air struck the Mexican god, the monster erection deflated a little in the cold but was still enough to shame a horse .as his bare feet sunk into the flagstone of the courtyard. Cracks spider out as his now immense weight reduced the solid stone to powder below his foot. His cock throbbed as he eyed a structure across the yard. Within seconds he strode to the structure. Behind him lay a trail of solid stone slabs that were now pulverised. He smirked “stables, prefect~” The stables came alive with noise when the wooden door into bolted from its frame and travelled down the stable before becoming splinters against a stone wall. The door was filled by a large mass. John had been force to duck to avoid smashing through the doorway. Upon entry the titanic horny young man’s eyes lit up. Before him stood a group of fine equestrians. All of them looked big and strong compared to a human yet all they all paled in comparisons to him. The first equestrian he encountered was a large brown shire horse, his muscles where clearly defined under his thick brown coat and between his legs hung a large package hung, cock out the sheath the moment John busted down the door. He towered over the equine and looked down to lesser being and watched it cower as a true alpha loomed above it. He leaned down and smirked as he pressed a hand against it's chest of the horse, feeling the soft coat of the equestrian, and the supposedly powerful muscle of the workhorse. Barely applying the slightest bit of pressure he felt the equines body feeble shift across the stable floor as if it weighted nothing as it let out a tremendous neigh as it was moved like an oversized chess piece, despite it's loud and aggressive protests. “God how weak are you?” He asks laughing as the horse's shaft throbbed in deep arousal as it came to realise that it was inferior in every way possible, and this being had no mercy. Reaching in he grasped the equus and lifted it up so he could peek at its shaft “HAHAHA! Hung like a horse, pah my soft cock could flatten could crush your whole package then some” he said with a dark chuckle as he dropped the squirming horse back to the floor. His cock which twitched and throbbed as he reached down and brutally grabbed the equines maw as it laid on its belly struggling to stand back up. Raising a foot he stomped on it's left foreleg with an almighty crack disabling the horse “awww looks like I'm gonna have to put you down pathetic little pony” he says tauntingly. His fingers slide into the maw of the horse shattering a few of its teeth as he did. His two fingers effortless prized the jaw open while he locked eyes with the cowering animal, displaying complete and other dominance over the normally power animal. He hoisted the horses head upwards, holding its head before his tip forcing it to take it the potent alpha males musky scent. His arm dragged the body through the straw bedding to the pulsating head of the colossal cock. The mighty shaft was a tight fit in the mouth which could easily engulf a humans hand. The stallion let out muffled neighs and snorted as the cock filled it's maw, the shaft slid deeper into the mouth dislodging teeth as the massive mushroom ploughed into its throat. .The panicked snorts of the equine became more rapid as it struggled for breath with the oversized cock blocking it's throat. One hand on it's neck, resting in the short cut brown mane, this effortlessly restrained the squirming beast. John's moans soft shuddered the structure as he forced the horse to blow him. It’s remaining legs kicked out relentlessly as it tried break the vice like grip. The maw of the equestrian was barely able to fit the semi erect shaft in but the horse found that his cock was erecting. Thickening and growing longer the cock pressed ruthlessly against the jaw of the horse. The stallions eyes watered as it looked up its mouth bulged, it looked to be in unbridled pain. “What struggling on my manhood?, to big for you little horse. You should be honour to please me~” he taunted all the while the mighty cock grew longer and longer as John pressed the helpless creature into a forceful blowjob it couldn’t handle. With a sudden “CRACK!” the squirming stopped abruptly. The spine of the horse jutted from the back of its neck. A bloody gouge had been ripped open by the growing length as it reached it's full size. “Ahhh fuck.. Puny thing was nice, thanks for getting your alpha god hard.” he teased to body of the horse. He spied his next little victim and ran a hand along his blood painted member. Looking to the other equestrian, this horse was his next victim. The white speckled Andalusian brayed as John moved closer, the war horse panicking at the presence of such a mighty being. He then looked to its face that was almost on the level with his own “don't worry big guy” he said with a smirk as he took a look under it and snickered as he saw the well hung stallions throbbing meat, laughing at how small and puny these stallions really where. He grabbed a thick rope and tossed it around the stallions neck before tying it around his left wrist. “YAH! “He yelled in a voice loud enough to shudder the stable causing the brave horse to make an effort to flee. It ran at full pelt for a second before it ran out of slack on the rope. John watched as the horse pulled against his arm, pouring all its might into moving the arm yet John could not feel the equines feeble efforts. “Is that everything you've got?” he asked raising an eyebrow before shifting his arm backwards flinging the equine back across the room “Well time to go for a ride I think” the hunk playfully teased as the horse rose back to its hooves. He grasped the horses by its mane as he swung a leg over the animal. He rested his bare ass on the soft fur of horse and let his full weight rest on its back. The horse let out a colossal neigh which was more like a scream as the muscular body weight more than it seemed. The legs of the beast of it shuddered violently as the it was force to bare the brunt of his incredible weight, “THUMP!”.The horse legs yielded, snapping like twigs under the incalculable weight of its passenger. The mighty stallion now laid on the ground pinned under John’s herculean body. His dick throbbed as he felt the big equestrian crumble under his monstrous weight. Rising up he saw the imprint his buttocks had left embedded in the horses back. Reaching up he gently grasped a steel support beam, his fingers dug into the steel like it was play doh. His legs grasped the barrel of the horse and the panting animal felt the tight grip of the legs as it seemed to weigh nothing to John. He hoisted himself up holding the horse as if it weighted the same as a feather as John began performing pull-up. The junks weight the agonized solid steel truss as with each rep his powerful thighs tightened on the beasts ribs, it panted as the air was slowly squeezed from its lungs as his thighs tightened around it. Feeling the mighty legs tightening and ruthlessly squeezing the life from the Andalusian it began to fight back struggling with all its strength, this only aroused John further as he felt how feeble this creature was. The horses ribs where no match for the power of John's thighs, effortless powering through the equines torso till the large triceps touched reducing a section of the horse's spine to a fine powered before he opened his legs and the war horse dropped from between his legs as two parts. The the animals internal organs where pulverised to a lumpy red paste that leaked from the two halves of it. The thick metal beam snapped as he pulled himself up for the last time “urgh flimsy metal” the god grumbled as he looked down to his legs that had been painted red with blood from it. Reaching down he grabbed a lung from his leg. walked through the wooden divider that separated the horses stalls, reducing it to splinter as he passed through it. John watched in amusement as the white Arabin stumbled backwards in shock seeing John effortless walk through the divider. With a smirk he gave his shaft a rub. The blood from his first victim acting as a lubricant. The rock hard shaft slammed into the white race horses neck, knocking the equine to floor like it was merely a toy. The brutal slap left a bloody red stain on the prefect white equine. It let out a panicked neigh as John firmly planted a foot on its back “Stay down” he command while chuckling to think of how he was toying with the extremely pricey and highly sort after breed to get of. His hand kept rubbing his rock hard and throbbing shaft, the blood across his tip mixed with pre that dripped out onto the back of the horse as he aimed his massive shaft down at the trapped horse. The horse let out squeals of pain as the boiling hot pre burnt it's skin much to John's arousal. His hand jerked the bloody shaft while he moaned out, placing a hand on the wall causing it to shudder as the dust fell around shaking stable and his fingers sunk into the stone of the old building. His hand kept going rapidly along the mighty foot long shaft, dripping copious of his boiling pre across the equines back coating the trapped horse's back in burns and dried pre cum. With every impact of the boiling liquid the horse screamed in pain. Pausing the alpha male looked around and smirked, he grabbed the rear end of his second victim and chuckled. “You might be enough” he taunted as he entered the horse as if it was guy. His massive shaft carved a path through the body rear end of the horse. He pulled the equine into himself till his shaft broke from the torn half. He began to drag it along his shaft, back and forth, dribbling more pre. After several seconds of stimulation using the ruined equine he let out a deep and powerful moan before a river of seed spilled from his shaft across the back of the equine. He gripped the rear end resting on his shaft and tore it in two “AHHHHHH FUCK YEAH!” he roared out drowned out the panicked neighs of the horse he war burying in his hot seed. The panting titan paused as the heavy and sticky splooge trapped the equestrian up to its neck. “awww well looks like your mine now” he taunted. He strode to the front of the pinned horse and stood with his hands on his hips “think yourself honoured puny beast I'm going to crack your head between my thighs, like egg!” he laughed as he grasped the head between his thighs, his large balls rubbing on the horses mane. His thighs began to gently squeeze the Arabians skull, it let out panicked noises trying to force itself free of the cum and the gods thighs. He held the head in place for several minutes. Cracks echoed though the barn as he would slowly squeeze tighter, applying more pressure to the equines skull, shattering bones, popping veins causing his already red thighs to get a fresh coat of paint. A resounding “crack” filled the room followed by a soft “splat” as he felt the brain of the horse splatter to paste on his legs. The skull itself fell from the torn skin of the face to the floor, shattered into hundreds of fragments in a slow and painful process. “hah yeah take that worthless horse” he bellowed before he made his way to the second to last stall in the stable He looked at the horse and grinned as it had retreated to the rear of the stable. In the centre of the stall was a large pool of white “Awww heh glad even simple things like you know how sexy I am” he said looking at the pool of cum before turning to see the large animal had backed itself into a corner foolishly. Trying to avoid death at the hands of John. The gate on the front of the stall did nothing to stop him as he walked thought it letting the wood disintegrate against his thighs. His feet left imprints thought out the stall as he slowly and purposely walked towards the cowering equestrian, intimidating the large creature with his size and displays of power. Looking down at the scared horse “Awww what’s wrong scared of big ass me…..well hehe good you should cower before me” he laughed and put a foot down on the normally huge chestnut brown Belgian Draft horse. The horse was even larger then the prior shire horse he’d murdered but still laughable compared to him. Watching the breed that held the tittle of strongest in the world struggling to shift his large foot was entraining to say the least, the sight of just how powerful he was caused his cock to stiffen back to it’s full and rather colossal size. He lifted his foot of the stallion he chuckled and lifted both of his large into a double biceps pose, each was thicker then a cannon and was more powerful then the combined might of all the equines upon the planet “calling this guns would an insult~ they’re more powerful then any guns.” he said with a smirk spread across his face. Reaching down he grasped it’s muzzle and yanked the equine up forcing it; s head onto his right arm. He effortlessly fought the forceful protests it put up and simply laughed at it’s efforts to stop him. Still laughing at the measly horse he slid the head so it rested between his arm and biceps. It’s eyes soon saw nothing but John as the large, dense beef of his arms obscured it’s vision. “Think yourself lucky horse~ your going to get a close up of my prefect biceps~” He taunted as his flex began. The frantic and ruthless struggles of his trapped prey only became even more aggressive. A leg kicked out, the hoof crashed into his torso with a resounding “Smack !” before a clang echoed throughout the barn as a horseshoe crashed down into concrete in parts, shattering more as it impacted. Blood trickled down his abs as the horse neighed in agony as it’s hoof split wide open. John simply laughed while begin to flex his arm. The muscle’s that surround the horse’s head suddenly began swelling. He felt the soft groomed coat of his large prey as his huge muscles surround the head. The muscles gripping like a vice, engulfing the skull within them and blotting out the horses vision. He stopped flexing and looked to the swell of muscle that had captured the horse’s head and felt the throb of his monster cock “Hehe well the beast is ready for round 2 it seems and no little horsey I don’t mean you” he laughed as the sensitive nostrils of equine where filled with the stench of pure manliness as the horse was blinded by muscle and suffocating on musk, “What a feeble fucking creature you are” he said stroking his shaft with his free hand and laughing as he continues to flex his right arm. The muffled and just audible cracking of bones escaped from his muscle vice along with shrill neighs of the dying draft. He kept flexing making sure to keep a slow pace as to drag the suffering of his plaything. The body of the equine collapsed from exhaustion having struggled against him futility for 3 minutes while it’s oxygen was replaced with the potent musk of John. Feeling it was nearing it’s end he ramped up the pace. “CRUNCH! SPLAT!, CLAP!” Filled the old structure as his arm and biceps. met. The head of the equine as mostly gone, it’s muzzle that had barely poked from his muscle dropped to the floor while the rest was splattered along the inside of his flexed arm. The body had gone limp once behead, simply laid life as blood pour from the neck. Opening his arm unsurprisingly it’s head was no more. Red paste coated the inside of his arm, fragments of bone that once made up the horse’s sturdy skull pulverised to near powdered like substance mixed in with the viscera of it’s brain and feeble muscles “Only one more left” he chuckled to himself and grabbed a saddle as he exited the stall leaving a large behead body behind. The next stall contained his final victim. A horse he’d rode prior that day. The gypsies horse was scared clearly and had back of from the stalls entrance as it heard Johns footsteps shattering the stone floor. As John walked in front of the stall he turned with his back to the equine and raised a fist before delivering a brutal blow to the wooden doors in front of the stall. The white wood planks went flying across the courtyard and scattered across it, those directly impacted by his large fist exploded into splinters from the gentle punch “hehe now come I wanna ride you” He said hoping over the stall door shuddering the entire structure as he did and causing the small Irish cob to stumble into him, it’s head bashing into his abs. “It’s okay Silver” he chuckle to the extremely dark purple and white painted horse. His hand gripped it’s neck as he tossed the saddle on it’s back “I enjoyed our ride earlier so I decided where going on another..short ride” he laughed as he walked around the moderately tall horse and stepped over it’s back with easy and lowered himself. The stallion took his titanic weight just. It wanted to rear and buck this spine bending weight from it’s body but found that it was barely stand and began to plod out the stall as John pressed his legs gently inwards, painfully squeezing it’s barrel. The ground under the failing animal crack as the weight running though it’s legs caused them to bend as they left the stable. Each step becoming more and more of a strain as it felt as if the being on top was getting heavier. With every step his steed grew closer to collapse. The stallion had been right John was getting heavier, however not only was it heavier but large to. John’s butt expanded over the saddle and top Silver’s back, while in the front his package travelled up the equines neck resting before it’s face. John could feel how each step forward became more and more pained, the animals feeble struggle becoming greater and greater as it’s rider swelled slowly in scale and mass. Half across the yard “flump” Silver’s legs gave out as he and John both fell to ground. Silver was now pinned in place by John who smirked down now 10ft tall “Awww what to weak to hold me up this time ?” the growing Mexican teased and stroked his cock as his growth continued. His body quickly swelling larger and large Silver found himself being engulfed by the large ass and package of his rider. The flagstone of the courtyard shattered as his swelling body spilled from his disabled mount onto it. The owner of the farm ran from his house shotgun clutched in hand just in time to his the hind legs of one of his stallions vanish under John’s butt. The 30ft tall Latino heard the bird scattering bang of the shotgun and didn’t even look back to wielder as the pelts did nothing to his godly body. Though this growth the neighs of silver had been ever presence, panicked and continuous only stopping the stallion was forced to stop to take in the musky air. Now those neighs became muffled as John’s massive balls overtook the head of his little Irish cob pinning in place under him “Heh now little equine should I simply let my massing weight flatten you to a pulp or blast you out of existence with a fart~” he questioned as he felt the horse’s slight squirms under him. He felt the little horse struggling under his balls and ass. It’s weak frame barely able to move under the massive hunk of muscle. “Ahhh lets put you out of your misery” the titan taunted shifting from a sitting position so he was kneeling, legs spread out and the horse between them. Looking down at the large butt shaped dent he left in the courtyard. Laid cripple within the centre of it was the horses small purple and white body sticking out from the crumbled grey flagstone. Splayed out it had being compressed into the ground slightly by his tremendous weight. He decide to enjoy the view for a few more seconds before he dealt with it “Awww puny thing you where barely able to move me across the yard you flimsy little animal, I bet my dick’s bigger and stronger then you” John said as he grasped his shaft and moved it down to the disable equestrian. Lowering it down he rested the weight of his massive cock on the beaten and broken body of the horse. The tip of this massive member rested atop the equines head. The majority of it’s titanic weight compacting the what was left of the ribs of his toy horse while it throbbed. The shaft’s tip began to swell with blood as John became more aroused feeling the equines body breaking under the massive of his dick. Each time it swelled large the horse’s only intact body part, the head came under more pressure. His hips began to shift slightly grinding his cock back and fourth slightly, this gently movement rock the farm and more importantly to John bloodied his shaft as the movement tore flesh and pulped it to his shaft trailing a red gory mess along it. From this the tip and whole shaft grew slightly stiffer and larger pressing the skull of it’s equine plaything into the ground hard fracturing the fragile animal’s skull as it let a frantic and panic stricken neigh as John stopped and lifted his massive shaft from the animal laughing at the caved in ribs and mangled limbs of it. Standing up he raises one of his large and rather clean feet before stomping it down upon the animal. It let out a fleeting neigh but was cut of as the huge foot engulfed it’s body with a muffled “splat” coming out from under his sole as he began to grind “ hehe lets get busy~”

This violent story shouldn’t make me so hard... hot! I hope he’ll turn to dominating the world soon...

Chapter 26 That’s how most days went. We’d wake up, run to the gym, work out, run home, take turns showering, and then just enjoy each other’s company: splashing around the lake, watching movies on James’s laptop, or doing nothing in particular. We watched the sunset every night in each other’s arms, and shortly after nightfall, James would go to sleep in his separate room. But every day, James would find a way to ramp up the sexual energy. On Sunday, James wanted me to stay his size for most of the day. He’d never had the nerve to try out for wrestling in high school, and he’d always wanted to try it with someone his size. So, after dinner, in the soft grass behind the cabin, he got into his speedo and I into my trunks (even tighter around my ass) and wrestled. Our strength was pretty evenly matched, but James had a slight advantage because he was more graceful and used to his size. After he won the second match, me still pinned me to the ground, he said, “Let’s make this more interesting, Big Guy.” I felt the pleasure roll through me as James was forced slightly away from my body as it grew bigger. We wrestled a third time, and I just barely edged him out. When I pinned him to the ground, he smiled broadly and said, “It’s official. You’re bigger and stronger than me.” He squirmed a little when he said it, creating friction between our bathing suits. I had to stand up and back away as quickly as I could or he’d have won the challenge right then and there. On Monday, the lack of orgasms was definitely getting to me. My balls were swollen and hanging low in my sack. My boxer briefs, already overtaxed by my enlarged ass, fought me when I tried to get my nuts inside. Even for me, I was bulging obscenely the whole morning. When we got home from the gym and showered, I went to get changed. Once again, James had gotten me extra pumped, but I knew he wasn’t going to grow me at the gym again; James wasn’t one to repeat a trick. When I finally got the shirt that I wanted to wear on, the shoulders and armpits threatened to tear, and the seat of my pants were so tight that my individual cheeks were separated. I walked out of the room feeling a little bit like a stuffed sausage to show James. But he was nowhere to be found. I looked in the other bedroom; he wasn’t there. Nor the kitchen. Nor the common room. When I checked the back porch, James sprang out from the shadows and put a hand on each shoulder. “Surprise, Big Guy!” He shouted. I felt electric with pleasure as I grew and thickened. My whole body surged. As I came down from the high, my shoulders, armpit, and ass of my clothes tore simultaneously. “That had to be more than five pounds,” I said. Was my voice getting deeper? James ran inside and back out quickly, bringing with him a digital scale. “I hid this on the first day while you were napping because I didn’t want you to obsess over your size. But I think you’re right, and I need to know just how big you are.” I stepped on the scale and looked down. My pecs were just barely blocking the display, so I had to lean slightly forward. 215. I stepped back off. That number was too big to be real. “Since those clothes are already ruined,” James said. “Why don’t you flex for me?” I lifted both arms up to do a double bi. I was shocked that I could see the peaks in my peripheral vision—without even straining. “Not like that,” James said. He came over, ripped off my shirt and sat down on the deck chair. “That’s better.” I went through all the flexes I knew. When I bulged my pecs out, I saw ridges forming in them. My pecs had gotten so big that I could see muscle fibers. I put my fists to my waist and flared out my shoulders. My hands had a little trouble reaching my waist. My biceps and lats were just a little too big, and my waist was still disproportionately small. I managed to do it, and I felt like a superhero. I flexed my abs, and eight bricks came into stark relief. It was official; I’d cross the border between 6-pack and 8-pack. I couldn’t flex my lower half because I was still mostly constrained by my pants, but I had just enough room for my cock to grow painfully hard. “Yeah,” James said. “This show wasn’t only for me.” He walked over and rubbed his beard over my exposed torso, making sure to apply a bit more pressure as he passed my nipples. My body literally vibrated in need. I needed to cum. James got down on his knees and unbuckled my belt, slowly opening my zipper. He slipped the band of my boxer briefs just low enough for my cock to pop out and point straight ahead. The head of my cock was just inches from his mouth. “Hello, friend,” James said, breathing heavily on the tip. The warmth made my cock throb in anticipation. “I look forward to playing with you on Wednesday.” With that, he got up and went to make lunch. I stood there, bare-chested, cock exposed, in ruined pants, a giant of a man. All I wanted to do was bang one out. Right there. It would only take ten seconds I was so ready to fire. Instead, I ran down the dock and jumped headfirst into the lake, shucking my pants as I ran. The shock did the trick. When I walked back inside, sopping wet, James just nodded. “Well played.” Tuesday, I woke up with my nuts tender to the touch and a darker color than I was used to. I also had the most engorged morning wood I have ever had in my life. I decided to just let it stick up out of my briefs and threw on the largest workout t-shirt I had. The fabric stretched, especially across my pecs and biceps, but it fit, and hid my boner. The only pants I had that still fit without a struggle were my workout tights. So, I put those on and headed out into the common room to see if James had finished breakfast. He was sitting on the couch that was opposite my bedroom door. He was completely naked and fully erect. He’d even spread his legs apart so I had a full-frontal view. His cock had to be 9 inches, maybe 9 and a half. And oh, was it thick. It was beer-can thick. Granted, mine was thicker, but what about me wasn’t these days. “Good morning,” he said. Seeing his muscle, and body hair, and glorious cock all in the soft sunlight of an early morning—he looked like a painting by a Renaissance master. I nearly came right there and then. I had to grip the doorjamb to get control of myself. I could feel the wood give a little under my grip. But I managed to regain control. “One more day,” I said and walked into the bathroom. “I’m impressed,” James said from the common room. “You should be preparing yourself for a threesome,” I said, toothbrush in my mouth. “Nah. I got a whole day left. And I have a few bullets left in my arsenal.” All morning, I expected James to do something diabolical, but it so far progressed like a normal day. All the way through lunch, I expected every touch, kiss, and caress to come with it some underhanded tactic to make me explode. Because I was practically exploding already. I had at least a chubby all day with a hair trigger. The most slightly sexy things James did made me spring to full hardness. My nuts roiled all day, giving off a low-level heat. And nothing relieved it. Whenever we were sitting still, I had to bounce one leg or the other to burn off my energy. Whenever we were running or exercising, I had to exert caution to not allow any friction to my crotch. Whenever I had to use the restroom, I had to wrap toilet paper around my cock because skin to skin contact was too inviting. An hour before sunset, James and I were sitting on the couch not watching anything or talking, just spooning. James was always the big spoon, and today I was especially grateful for that because even just this contact was causing my erection to leak pre. At one point, he looked down at me and said, “I love you, Big Guy,” and I grew in his arms. The closeness and intimacy of the moment, growing further into James’s hard body, my own body just that much harder, eclipsed even the waterfall of pleasure I felt inside. As I came out of it, I said, “I love you, too.” He tapped me on the shoulder, and I let him up. “I have a present for you,” he said as he went into his room. “What is it?” I asked from the common room, tugging my t-shirt so it fit more comfortably on my larger pecs. My arms were now just slightly too large for the sleeves; I had to pull them up to my shoulders. James came back from his room holding a small gift-wrapped box. “With those five pounds,” he said, “you now weigh 220.” I nodded, not entirely sure where he was going. “How much did you weight when we met?” he asked. “Oh my God,” I said. “That’s right, Chris. You have just doubled your weight.” That thought caused my already stiff and leaking cock to stiffen and leak more. My breathing got a little short. I was my own living wet dream. James handed me the box. “I give you this to commemorate the moment.” I opened it, inside was my old green t-shirt with the pocket on it. Now, I was twice as huge as the man who fit into this t-shirt comfortably. The last time I’d held this t-shirt, I’d only weighed 150 pounds and I’d felt like a blimp. Now I was a colossus. The last time I’d held this t-shirt, it looked five sizes too small. Now it looked like a child’s shirt. “Dave wanted to send it to Good Will, but I saved it. Want to try it on?” James asked. I wriggled out of my t-shirt. I put one arm into the shirt. My arm practically filled the whole shirt. I managed to get my forearm through the sleeve, but the bicep wouldn’t fit. Not even a little. I put my head through the hole just to see, and the shirt wouldn’t even stretch wide enough to accommodate my shoulders. I pulled it just a little to try to get one shoulder in, and the shirt tore practically in half. When I destroyed that little shirt, I felt the floodgates release. Suddenly, my briefs felt wet, and a dark spot had formed on the front of my tights, leading all the way down to my ankle, where a river of semen was accumulating at my foot. “I win,” James said.

Chapter 23 The end of September quickly became the beginning of October, and James and I were closer than ever. We weren’t attached at the hip like Dave and Luke, thankfully, but we were fast approaching that territory. James still slept in his own room, sometimes I went 15 or 16 whole hours without seeing him, and we didn’t text each other when we were in separate classes, but we were firmly established as a couple. Sometimes, when James was walking through campus by himself, strangers would recognize him and shout, “Soccer tweet’s boyfriend!”—something that always made him look down and speed up. The beard made James easier to recognize. He did nothing in half-measures, and he felt he had to out-do the photographer. Most 22-year-olds can’t grow a beard so thick and luxurious at all, and James did it in ten days. I stopped him before he went full Duck Dynasty, and now he kept it neat and trimmed near his face. Our relationship had definitely progressed over the past few weeks—James was eating off plates and no longer tripped or got tongue-tied. However, I was painfully aware that I had never seen my boyfriend naked. And the few times he’d gotten undressed near me (mostly at the gym), he did it behind a door or made me turn around so I wasn’t looking. “Like a gentleman,” he always added. We hadn’t moved past second base, and even then, I had to reach under his shirt. He wouldn’t take it off. My body demanded sexual release, even more so since I had a cock like an aircraft carrier. After James got me hot and heavy during our make-out sessions, I’d have to run off to the men’s room and jack off two times really quickly just to be in the same room as him again. I decided to confront him in my dorm room one afternoon when Luke (and therefore Dave) was at soccer practice. “I’m fine with going slow,” I told him after explaining my frustrations. We were sitting on my bed, and James’s eyes were opened wide after my confession. “I don’t want to put pressure on you. I know you’re a virgin, and your first time can be a big deal. But I want a physical aspect to our relationship, and I need to know we’re headed there.” “You’re right,” he said. “I’ve been doing it on purpose.” “Why?” I was past confused. James steeled himself and said, “I’m scared.” “Of sex?” “Of what comes next. If I disappoint you, I’m scared you’ll leave me. I know you’ve had a threesome. I heard Victor’s screams at the theater party. Fuck, I’ve known you since freshman year and know how many exes and one night stands you’ve had. I’m still getting used to kissing.” “I don’t expect you to be a porn star right out of the gate,” I said. “Heck, I might disappoint you.” “That’s another fear I have,” James admitted. “I had you built up so much in my mind, I had you on a pedestal for so long, that I’m scared that if the sex isn’t mind-blowing, I’ll be disappointed and resentful. I’ve been working on reminding myself that sex is just sex.” “Exactly!” I said. “And we might not even be sexually compatible at first. We have to find what works for us, and that could take a few times.” “I’m getting there; I swear,” James promised. He looked nervous and agitated, like the tripping, inarticulate James I’d known for three years. “I’m just not a me who’s that me yet.” “I’m not saying we have sex tonight. There are steps in-between.” I put my arm on his shoulder and pulled him in close. With my other hand, I stroked his beard. “For instance, I haven’t even seen you shirtless.” “I don’t like being shirtless in public.” “I’ve never even seen you shirtless in private.” “Never?” “Not even when you change at the gym. You do it in one of the stalls.” James sat back and said, “Never?” I shook my head. “That’s easy enough to fix.” James got up and started to take his shirt off, a t-shirt striped with thick lines of dark green and navy blue, but then he suddenly stopped. “I’m going to do this right,” he said. “I might not know how to have sex, but I know I can dance.” He took his cell phone out of his jeans pocket. They were my favorite pair of his pants: tight black denim with silver fixtures. He scrolled through a few screens, selected a song, and then pressed play. It was some slow, old school R&B song I’d never heard, but it sounded like a sex scene from a 1980s movie. Once the music got going, James began to undulate his hips and move closer to me in tune with the music. He then turned to his left profile and did a few body rolls, one fast, and then three slow. I could clearly see all of his muscles flex in and out, even through the shirt. He then took his right hand and reached over to the bottom of his shirt on his left side. Slowly pulling up, he flashed me his abs. They were prominent and powerful, set in a tight waist and covered with thick, chestnut hair, the same thickness and color as his beard. He then lowered his shirt back down and wagged his finger at me, as if to say, “Not yet,” all in time to the music. He then jumped, turning in mid-air to repeat the tease on the other side. I had never realized James was this nimble, and this time when he lifted his shirt, my eyes were drawn down to the top of his jeans, which had crept lower. A small tuft of hair was situated just above his zipper—a trail leading to buried gold. The song entered its second chorus, and James faced me, slowly rolling his body closer to and the further away from me, his crotch front and center. James was definitely getting worked up, as the bulge in his pants grew. The fabric was too dark to get a good picture, but the mystery was intense and captivating. When the song hit the bridge, he crossed his arms in front of himself so each hand could grab the opposite shoulder of the t-shirt. Then, with a forceful tug, pulled the shirt in two directions at once, tearing it in half, revealing his glorious pecs. They were thick and rounded with a pleasant swirl of hair, slightly darker than his beard, spreading from one side to the other, denser in the middle than at either side. His nipples were smaller than I expected, but pert and forthright, darker than the skin that surrounded them. James shed the remains of his t-shirt and put them in his right hand, swung it around the back of my head, and caught the other end in his left hand. He pulled me up tight and close against his body. As the song came to a close, he whispered in my ear, “Is this a step in the right direction?” I answered by bending down and slowly covering every inch of his torso with staccato kisses. Eventually, we tumbled to the bed. We lay in each other’s arms; I traced my hand through his chest hair and ran my pinky over the ridges in his abs. “Thank you. Let me know if there’s anything I can do to reciprocate.” “You can lend me a shirt,” he teased.

Preface If it started somewhere, I’d guess it started with James. James was too perfect, too beautiful to be real. I’d always secretly suspected deep down inside that he was an alien sent to our planet to observe us. It wasn’t just that he was gorgeous—but he was gorgeous. Tightly compact muscles that bulged enough to be seen through his clothes, broad shoulders that gave him a sway when he walked, a tight waist that gave him a dancer’s grace, a beautiful smile that radiated warmth, and chestnut hair that belonged in a shampoo commercial. And no matter how recently he shaved, he always had scruff that made him look like an action movie star. But again, there are lots of exquisite men that I don’t think are aliens. When I first met James three years ago, I was taken aback by his eyes. They’re violet. James insists that they’re just intensely blue and any violet that I see is just a trick of the light. He’s wrong; they’re violet. I know it’s not a trick of the light because when the light hits his eyes just right, they flash gold. How can his eyes be both violet and gold? Beyond his uncanny eyes, he always acts in a way that’s just… off. He doesn’t act like he understands the most normal, everyday things. He never shakes hands. He never wears shoes when it’s raining. He has weird holes in his vocabulary. He eats all of his meals out of bowls. Little weird things like that. And when it’s an uncommon situation… When our friend group (me, James, Dave, and Luke) went to an outdoor concert, James came dressed in a tux and brought a picnic lunch of wine and figs (in a bowl). When Dave went into the hospital after a minor car accident, James brought him three pet goldfish and a box of popsicles. When I told him I was gay, he asked, “What’s that?” And when I explained to him what it meant, he simply laughed and said, “Oh, Chris. Everyone’s gay.” Neither Dave nor Luke think James is an alien. Quirky and weird, sure, but not an alien. Hot guys don’t have to behave normally if they don’t want to. But if it wasn’t James who started this whole thing, I don’t know who was. Or what was. Maybe nothing did As I recall it, I was hiding, and James sought me out. I was outside, sitting behind my dorm on a stone wall set up to separate the dumpsters from street view. I was crying. Yet another guy had rejected me, and this one had been a real ass about it. I know I’m not much to look at. Well, I wasn’t then. I was a gangly 5’11”, barely 110 pounds soaking wet. I had a boring haircut and wore bland clothes. But I’m funny, and smart, and the life of the party. I’ve never exactly suffered from a lack of confidence. This rejection was just brutal. In front of a large crowd, he cut me down to size for daring to ask him out. It wasn’t really what he said or did; it was how he made me feel. He was the tenth guy in a row to reject me just because of my looks, and I’d never felt so small or unimportant in my life. So, I went out back by the dumpsters to cry, and James sought me out. He put a hand on my shoulder and said, “A guy like you deserves to have your deepest wish come true.” And, as the sun moved from behind a cloud, his eyes flashed gold. At the time, I took it as just a nice thing to say to a friend who was crying, but now I’m not so sure. Maybe James isn’t an alien. Maybe he’s magic.

NOTE: Hey everyone, a quick and dirty one. This one is a darker variety. I don't do fanfic much, appreciate hearing what the community thinks. Huge shoutout to BigBen, he wrote this awesome story called SuperGod and I'm kind of doing my own take on it; it's one of the best out there. Thanks to Ben for writing it. And thanks for reading. It sucks being the weak kid. It's my senior year and life as the school nerd was running me down. All the kids picked on me, even the younger kids. PE was my worst nightmare, Coach had us do hard drills and forced everyone to shower naked, the football jocks picked on me and my unathletic friends to no end. I grew tired of it. I grew vengeful, I grew angry. “I'm not going to stand for this anymore,” I said. “I gotta do something about it.” Superman was on the scene, all the rave, insanely popular, of course; he was rescuing people and aiding law enforcement. I remember as a freshman this senior named Clark did a lot of honorable stuff, he was also popular. But a few weeks ago I made a connection: this man of steel was actually the elusive man I remember from my freshman year, Clark Kent. No one else seemed to put the two together, and I sure wasn't going to tell anyone. When Clark was a senior and I was a freshman, he gained respectable reputation for himself but he didn't talk much and kept to himself. He was good at hiding the alien that he was. But I wasn't fooled. He never helped me, after all. He even looked at me during PE one day my freshman year, I could see him contemplating to rescue me, and he didn't. I got a black eye that day from the bully Bruce, a football lineman. He's still in my PE class today. I never forgave Clark for that. Shortly after that embarrassing incident I discovered something strange about Clark. He was changing in the baseball locker room after practice. I ran into the locker room to avoid the bullies who were trying to pin me down and use me for punching practice. I hid in a locker and saw Clark undressing. On his chest was a subtle, scar-like S. It grew red every few seconds. He didn't want anyone to see it. He was hiding something. Of course I didn't make the connection until I saw the S on the superman hero outfit, a tight fitting one piece of blue and red that proudly showed the hero that he was. Then I knew, it was the same guy. Superman? Clark Kent? He didn't fool me. A few weeks ago I discovered Clark's secret hideout at his parent's old farm in Smallville. He used it when he wasn't traveling to his fortress, or whatever it is. He didn't think anyone knew about this hideout in Smallville, but I hiked miles through the forest to find it. There I discovered everything about his past, about his alien ancestry, about his supernatural powers, about his incredible physique and stamina. I lusted for it. I wanted it, it was the answer to my own pathetic existence. But how could I get his powers? After my second visit to the barn, I discovered the kryptonite. Apparently it crash landed fragments of Clark's homeworld. Maybe the planet was destroyed, I don't know. But after leaving his hideout I found four chunks of red meteor glowing in the forest, near the path I took to his hideout. I picked up the rocks and stashed them away, running back to Clark's hideout to read about the red meteors he wrote in his journal. This stuff was the key. It was a special kind of kryptonite, it could literally pull and move the alien's power from one body to another. I wanted it. It was going to aid me in moving his power into me. I had been studying the effects of the meteor for a few weeks and was able to use some chemistry equipment from the high school to boil it down into a liquid form. I could use a modified version of the kryptonite, combining it with magnesium, to force Kent into a hypnosis, then I could use the liquid kryptonite on his suit to aid me in pulling his powers. I knew what to do, I only had to get the man of steel under my control. I sneaked back to his hideout on a Friday night and patiently waited for him to return. Now that he was a reporter or something in Metropolis he didn't come back to his hideout often, but I knew he'd come back tonight because he wasn't on the news. I fell asleep behind a haystack before waking to a shaking wind coming from a large hole in the barn. The man of steel, in his tight and muscle-defining outfit, flew into his domain and used his powers to barrier it, protecting him and me from the outside world. He had no idea I was there. I smiled. I watched him write at his desk, focusing on his heroic deeds of the day. He wrote an entry in his journal and read a book for awhile. The muscles on the alien were magnificent. I couldn't look away. His thick head of dark hair waved on his scalp, and his hair prickled over his hands and face. This create was magnificent, and he was going to be mine. He stood and stretched himself, looking around to see if anyone was looking. Of course he thought he was isolated. Then he did something that surprised me. He started to slip himself out of his suit! “oh this is perfect!” I told myself, as I needed his suit to aid me in transporting his powers into me. Superman took his left and right arm and with some struggle peeled the suit away from his arms before sliding it down his chest. Unhooking his cape and hanging it on a nearby hangar. The man peeled his suit down his chest exposing his large and bulked back and shoulders. He reached his waist and rolled it over his ass. The alien wasn't even wearing any underwear! Just his one piece suit. The man of steel didn't shave his ass or legs, and his dark hair prickled out as he slid it down his body and stepped out of the suit, revealing his naked, power-ridden body. He hung his suit and turned toward me. I hid behind the haystack. His rod was growing. The alien was getting aroused! He took his hands and slid them through his pubic hair staring at himself in the mirror, flexing his muscles, admiring his massive and sculpted physique. “This is too easy,” I said. I needed the alien in his most vulnerable state, and this was the perfect opportunity. With his back turned to me once again I grabbed a vial of the liquid red kryptonite and pulled off the top. I had to just splash a little on him to weaken him, then I could move forward with my plan. The man started pumping his massive rod, letting the world around him drift away. I quickly stepped behind him and flung the bottle onto his muscle-rocked back. “ARGH!” he screamed in pain. The liquid quickly sunk into the alien's body and he twisted and turned as his body seized in pain. “What the...who are you?” He said, falling onto the ground, letting go of his dick. “It doesn't matter,” I replied. “Go to sleep now, superman, I'll see you in a minute.” It took a lot of effort to pull the man of steel to a barn post in the center of his lair. I tied his chest to the barn post to hold him there, and took a chunk of my reduced magnesium kryptonite and hung it right above his head, just high enough to keep him weak and dreary, while still giving him some consciousness. After a few minutes the man of steel woke up. “What? Where...who are you?” he said, still in pain from my attack earlier. “What's it matter? I'm about to become superman.” I said smiling, watching the man of steel lift himself up, only to see himself tethered to the post behind him. “But you can call me Kyle,” That was my name, but I didn't really care at this point. “You were at my high school, but how did you know about me?” superman asked. “You fuckin neglected me when I was tormented, superman!” I said. “I knew you were Clark Kent ever since I saw you get naked after your baseball practice. I could see the S inscribed on your chest, you tried so hard to hide it, but you didn't know I was there, hiding in the locker room from the bullies who you neglected to protect me from! Well, it doesn't matter anymore. You let yourself get exposed. You let me find out about it. I discovered your weaknesses and I discovered what this rock can do. And now I'm going to take what you neglected, and I'm going to use it for myself.” The Kryptonian looked at me quizzically. He had no idea. “You're trying to tell me after years of batting your foes you don't know what this shit can do?” I asked. “This is red kryptonite, it can pull your incredible powers out of your body, and deposit them into me. And I'm going to use it.” I couldn't help but chuckle, these powers were about to be mine. “Don't you get it super FREAK?! This is the end for you! You locked us into your lair and now I'm going to use your powers against you!” Superman started to put the pieces together. He saw what the red kryptonite could do. He knew what I was going to make of him. “No, no you can't!” He started to beg. “Your planet needs me, I'm their hope for an oncoming siege, I'm here to save you not torment you! Don't do this! You don't understand!” His voice getting continually desperate. I laughed again. “Oh so the all powerful alien is begging now? I love it. Human's aren't hurt by the kryptonite. So after I gain your powers I will be unstoppable. I will be immune to all attacks. I will take over as the planet's new savior. But only after my tormentors feel the wrath of my powers!” I could feel my dick hardening at the fantasy. It was going to be awesome. I knew if I got this far I would get his powers. I would become Superman. No stopping me now. The naked man of steel struggled underneath the glowing red rock. He wanted to escape but he couldn't. I had come this far, I had to finish what I came here to do. I took the suit neatly hanging on the wall and found a bucket. I needed it to move his powers into me. I stuffed the suit into a bucket and dumped two vials of the red, krypton liquid into the bucket. The liquid starting cloning itself as it integrated into the suit, creating a full bucket with the liquid suspending the suit inside of it. The liquid thickened and darkened, mixing the blue of the suit with the red of the liquid. I sat the bucket in front of the alien and loosened his restraint from his right arm. “In order for this to work, super freak, you gotta get me some of your seed,” I said, pointing to his enormously large but now flaccid dick and balls. “Pump it.” He knew what I was doing. He knew my plan. “No!” he said with some struggle, the power of the kryptonite above and below him. “I won't succumb.” I smiled. “Yes you will.” The body of the naked alien was mesmerizing. He was perfect in every way. I stepped forward and lowered the glowing rock closer to the alien, entrancing him, making it difficult for him to see where he was, what was going on. I looked down at his dick, his balls heaving behind it in panic. I reached out and lifted his dick with my hand. The weight was insane. The girth of it huge, barely able to fit my small hands around it. I gave it a tug. The alien hadn't masturbated in awhile, it didn't take long for it to jump to attention. “Umm...” he said, yelping in pleasure at my stroke. I jerked again and again, the man of steel trying to evade my strokes of pleasure but unable to hold back, the rock beckoning him to continue. “This is your power, superman,” I said, “and it's going to be mine.” “Please don't,” he begged, his eyes shut, further losing himself in his own pleasure. Lost under the hypnosis of his own erection and the red meteor above him, superman brushed aside my hand and took his dick for himself, jerking it, lost in his own pleasure of his massive cock. His balls pulled into his body as his dick grew further, his body preparing itself to ejaculate his alien seed. His body was perfect. I could feel the heat of the alien radiating off of him. I touched my chest. As I was to be the one to gain his powers, I needed to add my own seed, too. And I could feel my dick jerking in my shorts, eager to join in on the fun. I threw off my shirt and kicked off my shoes. Superman opened his eyes, still lost in his own jerking. But looked me over as my pathetic body revealed itself under my clothes. I got to my boxers before he could see my own small erection underneath my underwear. “What are you doing?” He asked between breaths. “We need both of our seed in here. For the first time I think I'm not embarrassed to expose my naked body. Because I won't own it for much longer,” I said, peeling down my boxers and getting naked across from the man of steel. The massive alien was hypnotically massaging his dick, under the influence my newfound rock of power. The thought of gaining his powers were too much for me, I started pumping with the fantasy of becoming this muscular and powerful behemoth. It only took me a minute to explode with excitement, my semen landing in the bucket below me. “OH YEAH!” I whispered as pleasure wracked through my body. “This is mine! You are mine, aren't you super freak?” I asked, more confident than ever before. Superman was not completely lost in his own hypnosis, “No, NO, NOOOOOO!” he shouted before his dick choked and started spewing his seed. It was massive, loads of cum falling out of his dick and into the bucket I placed below. “Umm, no, ARGH AWW!” he shouted in pleasure as the cum mixed with my own, the krypton liquid, and his suit below. The red liquid ate it up and started sparking streaks of power, red electric bolts moving across the bucket and the suit. I hoisted the rock back above the alien and let his consciousness come back to him. I walked to the sink and washed off my hands. The naked man let go of his dick, surrendering himself to what was to happen. “Please, don't, do, this,” he said between breaths. “You don't know what you're gaining. The red krypton is evil. It will make you do things that you never imagined before.” I paused, listening to the alien. “That's exactly what I want,” I said. “I didn't go through this trouble for nothing, I want my new wrath to be heard on the world, I want them to know who I am.” For the first time in my life I didn't mind being butt naked in front of someone else. This was my time, this was my turn to become that which the world would fear, that which would succumb to my powers. “If I decide to become a hero,” I said, “it will be after I've exhausted my need for vengeance.” The red liquid had now soaked into the suit. It looked the same as it always had, but it was now ready for it's new bearer. I unfurled it and examined it. It was at least twice my own size, but I didn't care, that wouldn't matter. The man of steel looked up at me with concern, defeat and begging in his eyes. “Please don't,” was all he could say. I pushed my left leg, then my right, into the suit, curled it up over my dick, which was finally shrinking again, and over my skinny butt. I rolled it over my thin treasure trail and up and over my stomach and chest, slipping my arms into the right and left sleeves. The suit was huge on me, but it felt welcoming, encouraging. I was feeling more and more confident with every move I made, fitting my fingers into the gloves, attaching the back up to my neck and unfurling the cape. I could feel the suit vibrating over my body. It was feeling me, determining me. Matching itself to me. “Oh wow,” I whispered, the pathetic alien looking at me as it tightened against my body. The latex started shrinking as it grabbed hold of my skin and shrunk down to reveal all my pathetic figure. Then the pain started. Hot, searing shocks of pain erupted from the suit, it felt like lava was being poured onto me and scraped off. “ARRGH!” I shouted. The suit started lifting my body. Levitating me up 5, 10 feet into the middle of the barn. “What the fuck!” I was able to shout, “god what is this?” the suit was wracking my body, causing it to twist and turn in searing and painful movements, my head felt hot and heavy as waves of energy started to encircle me. My chest started getting particularly hot as the suit's large, red “S” started to glow and spark with red, electric bolts. The suit forced me to face the naked alien below me as the sparks shot out of the S and onto the alien. Searing him with the same pain I was feeling. “ARGH NOO!” he shouted as it burned off his ropes and pulled the muscular behemoth toward me. “My powers, NO!” he shouted again as the red bolts of electricity pulled the alien, lifting him off the ground and encircling him. As he slowly flew toward me the bolts literally drained him of his muscle and drew them upward in waves of immortal energy toward the suit and into my body. Immediately I went from pain and confusion and pleasure and confidence. “Oh god,” I said, “Oh yes, YES YEEESSS!” I shouted as I felt the immortal powers of the alien burrowed into me through his suit. “FUCK YEAH!” I shouted again as my chest twisted and turned before spasming pounds of muscle underneath the suit. My pecs grew outward into thick, tight slabs of meat, followed by my abs quickly rumbling and forming a deep 8 pack with a defined and sharp adonis belt, pushing my suit back outward, expanding it against my ever-increasing body. I reached down to feel the washboard, every contour tightening against the suit. My legs blew outward with thick, steel quads stronger than those losers on the football team. My knees knocked and my shins expanded, before pushing outward, stretching my legs as they gained length and muscle. The powers reached upward to my shoulders doubling them in size before extending out toward my biceps and hands, growing them to match the size of the once-powerful alien's stature. I could feel my legs elongating as my shoulders doubled up toward my neck, now thickening. The masculine overdrive of the superhero powered new masculine hairlines across my face and down my chest, building a physique of a powerful alien-god. I looked upward to the former man of steel, a look of fear and pleading on his face as he reached his skinny, disintegrating arm toward me, begging me to stop, quickly losing all of his stature and stamina. He levitated closer and closer to me until we were only a foot apart, “Don't do this!” he begged underneath my power of theft removing everything he knew before. “You can still stop this!” he said, the freak becoming smaller and skinnier and more pathetic than ever before, his hair receding, his muscle mass disappearing, his features fading. “You're mine, superman! I am now the new Superman! The most powerful being in the world!” I shouted, feeling my ass lock in and push a hard and defined bubble butt outward. As the man of steel dried and withered into nothing but the red electric bolts engulfing him, the last of his body literally pushed itself into me like a ghost, and I felt my immortal seed grow inside my package, my semen realigning itself to the pure power of the Kryptonians, growing with aggression as is pushed hard against my suit, my dick soon following with intense girth and power. The man of steel was gone. I was now Superman. The red powers engulfed me. “YESSS! YEAAHHHHHHH!” I shouted, “my POWERS!” as I gained the knowledge of the Kryptonians, the immortality, the ability to fly, the ability to morph and transform, I was becoming more than superman. I was becoming a superbeing of all power. “GAARRR!” I shouted as my eyes turned red. Erupting a stream of power onto the roof of the barn, burning the fortress that Superman had set over his lair. I could feel the powers coursing through me as they zapped into my body. I flew upward at the speed of light and into the upper atmosphere, feeling the burn of powers course through me. “This is who I am!” I shouted, my deep, defined voice rattling through the skies. “I am the power of the Kryptons!” I could feel Superman's powers coursing through me. I could feel my body relishing in what I had gained. I could feel the knowledge of what I could do, and the innate, begging need for me to exact some evil vengeance. The red of the kryptonite filled me with the vengeance I sought, and I intended to use it. I had been bullied too long, pushed around, ignored by those who deserved me the ultimate respect. Now they were going to get it. I willed my suit away as I floated in the skies and looked at my bare, immaculate chest. I turned to see my toned bubble ass, exposed with intense muscle, and I flexed my legs and arms to test their sinew and power. Stretching, I pushed my hands down to my dick just as Superman had done earlier and tugged on its power. My body rattled with intense pleasure. “Oh yeah, this is going to be fun,” I said, willing the suit back onto me and flying through the sky. “The football bullies are mine!”

(Took a little bit from an older CYOC story, can’t remember which, and added from there) He slams the door shut behind you and sits you on his lap as he sits his muscular ass on the closed toiled lid in the guys bathroom. He then reached out with his right hand and began groping one of your ass cheeks, as you began feeling along his muscular black arm. You squeezed, but couldn't hurt his steel-hard bicep, then he flexed it for you. The large ball of muscle jumped out and you gasped, "Wow. You're so strong." "Fuck yea I am bitch," replied Carlton in a dominant tone. He pulled away from your ass to reach up and fully flex both his incredible massive arms. He had decided to take you to the bathroom stall to fuck you in private, cause he’s straight, or so you thought. Because with how eager he was getting into the bathroom alone with you, you were beginning to have second thoughts. He then flexes both of his incredibly massive bit ps again, only this time a little harder. You look up at his imposing black form as he sits on the toilet lid in the bathroom stall and you on his lap. His arms looked even bigger. "Go ahead and feel em fag'." He smirked and looked at his own impressive limbs. 'They do look bigger,' he thought. While you continued to worship Carlton’s bulging right arm, you began making out with the god stud and teasing his large black nipple at the same time. You were trying to straddle his wide left thigh and pressed your chest against his, but for some reason you were having difficulty getting positioned, almost as if as soon as you found a comfortable position, it instantly went away. Suddenly, Carlton felt very uncomfortable in his xl boxers. He pulled his tongue out of your mouth long enough to say, "Fuck nigga it felt like my pants just got tighter." You then placed your hands on his thick right pectoral and then moved them down his cut-up eight pack to his sick atlas lines. You begin to anxiously undo his pants and pull them down, and was not surprised to see that the muscle jock was wearing his Calvin’s. Carlton’s thick black god cock sprang up to a full 13 inches and throbbed with as many veins as his vascular arms. And below that, big black lemon sized balls pumped testosterone and hormones into is godly form. The wide root was hidden by a large amount of black hair that was framed by his incredibly muscular thighs. You gasped at this porn-star sized dick. "Oh my god. You're big," you said, sounding incredibly aroused. "Fuck yea I am, I’m a huge fucking black god!" said Carlton who was too entranced with his own muscles to notice he was a good inch longer than usual and that his voice was slightly deeper. You then began swallowing his huge veiny black cock down your throat, “Fuck, that feels sooo good." The feeling of his fat black head deep down your throat made him shudder. He puts his hand on the back of your head and forces your head down it further. You start sucking, and are surprised, but not really, to feel him shove his cock deep down your throat so far as to where your nose is smashed up against his body. But then you feel him do it what seems like a second time, only much further, even though he never pulled out between thrusts. You then feel like his cock is quickly being filled up like a balloon as it fills up your mouth and throat to an unreal level. As his cock throbs bigger in your mouth, you feel Carlton’s already massive nuts begin to surge bigger underneath your chin. You reach up with both hands to feel that they have grown to each being goose-egg sized stuffed in his underwear. Once your hands, through the fabric of his underwear, make contact with each of his giant nuts though, Carlton stretches out and bulges your throat and mouth so full with his, now 20in and increasing, god cock that it begins to stretch past humanly possible. And you begin to worry he could tell that. “Oh fuck me that felt good, but don’t do that again, my huge balls are sensitive and I don’t want to outgrow this stall just yet.” You looked up at him in extreme arousal after hearing what just left his mouth. “Yea thats fuckin right fag!” He said looking down on you “choking” on his huge black dick puffing out of your mouth with size and power bulging all the way down to your throat oozing pre into your stomach. “I found out you are magic and can grow people with your arousal a while ago. But then I also found out that you are attracted to dominance, and well... you know me” he said as he made his big muscular pecs bounce. “And then I caught you sneaking looks at me in the dining hall and I knew, I fuckin knew I was going to become a fucking massive muscle god!” He looks down at you and flexes all of his bulging black muscles. Your cock then begins to weep pre from how hot he’s making you as you feel his junk bulges even more inhumanly large in your throat and beneath your chin. You see his muscular form then begin to take up so much space that his massive muscles arms are now touching either side of the green bathroom stall. Seeing this too then made you repeat the process as you see his abs tighten and bulge to the size of your fists as you heard a a much deeper version of Carlton’s voice escape from his quivering lips above you “Holy Fuck it feels so fuckin good, everything feels so incredible and incredibly fucking powerful...” The black god is left awestruck with his growing body and begins to feel himself up. Meanwhile you continued without success to get the god to cum but Carlton only said, “Its gonna fucking take a lot more than that to make this BEAST cum!!” So you then hoist his now massive throbbing hard cock out of your mouth and began to guide it into your ass. The waves of pleasure were so intense you couldn't even concentrate completing on your self-appointed task of fully stuffing his tremendous manhood all the way in. "OH FUCK. I feel so big. So buff. I'm a huge fucking stud. Yeah." The young god grunted, enjoying his new size. Beneath you, His big black balls slowly bulging and inflating to the size of grapefruits. Carlton had left his balls in his Calvin’s cause, one they were the most sensitive part of his body even when they were at their original size, and two he liked to see how even with his god cock out of the underwear, he can still see his two giant black nuts stretching out his underwear when he fucked someone sitting down. And now he was certainly going to see that, cause tears on Carlton’s underwear begin to form as his bulging growing black god balls fill his xl Calvin Klein white underwear to the tearing point. His immense thighs became so defined that the teardrop shape grooves were impossibly deep Carlton had started out as an, albeit above average, college alpha god stud black muscle jock, but was now a 8’10" overly muscled heavyweight bodybuilder with a twenty five inch cock. The beastly muscle nineteen year old moaned louder as he felt your tight hole growing smaller and smaller around his ever expanding black monster. "Oooh. So Fucking TIGHT BITCH. I'm too fucking GODLY AND HUGE. Yeah. Huge Muscle jock." You looked down and watched as his shelf-like pecs ballooned out, the cleft between them ran deep. His massive shoulders stretched to three feet wide, close to the size of bowling balls now. You felt his expanding abs pressing hard against your naked butt. His huge thighs continued to push your legs even wider and his head began slowly growing further away. His now incredibly muscular black body was completely filling out his stretchy workout shirt and shorts with massive muscle and black manhood. So much so to a point you could hear and see tearing coming from the fabric. His size fifteen 1/2 shoes explode off his humongus black feet. You sat on his immense thighs, having now takin Carlton’s 30’ massive cock. The feeling of his growing black veiny god cock was intensified as Carlton made a really orgasmic face and a massive involuntary thrust came from the black gods groin as his now obscenely massive nuts that were falling out of the sides of his underwear swelled massively and destroyed their previous confines flooding the god with testosterone as his body then throbs even bigger and more muscular completely destroying what was left of his clothes and leaving his growing muscular ass to begin engulfing the toilet seat. Carlton then gets harrier in certain places especially his armpits and around the base of his monolithic tower of a cock. His rich hot musk begins to fill the room, but apparently, this kind of power was not intense enough for the ever gaining power muscle jock. Carlton began lurching and thrusting his enormous, muscular haunches, as waves and waves of infinite power begin to flow into him, lifting you higher into the air. Wracked with pleasure he reaches up with his enormous black arms and grabs hold of you. You look down and yell to get his attention. His arms are now gigantic. Carltons thick bulging black forearms are bigger than your waist and his bicep peaks are easily 38 inches. The yell wakes Carlton from his pleasure dream and he lets go of you just as the god throbs bigger and the toilet collapses under the muscle giants steel-hard ass. Carlton looks down at his 10’3", 750 pound body and grins. "Shit, I am fucking huge. I'm a FUCKING MUSCLE GOD BLACK BEAST! I’M SO FUCKING STRONG I COULD DESTROY THIS BUILDING!," he yells. He then notices you, still thrust upon his now 40 inch god black cock, now looking extremely horny. He laughs at you and begins flexing and feeling his huge muscles “FUCK YEA, Make your big powerful god fucking bigger and MORE POWERFUL!” Carlton’s muscles are so massive that he takes up most of the restroom with his big black imposing god form. The giant young black god then stands to his full height, his head bumping into the ceiling, with you still impaled on his twitching thick black monster actually suspended in the air. Carlton begins to flex his huge body. “Maybe if I flex harder and show more dominance it will turn you on more.” He says hitting a double bicep pose, he laughs at the enormous muscle peaks which are bigger than your head throb and swell magnificently. "OH FUCK! GUESS FUCKING SO!” he booms. "I'm so FUCKING HUGE. I'm the biggest fuckin nigga on the fuckin planet. I fucking love being such a HUGE FUCKING MUSCLE GOD." Carlton begins to laugh and revel in his power as you quickly jump off his dick as much as you don’t want to, but you don’t know how big he’s about to get. He hits a few more double bicep poses flexing his guns and admiring how huge and godly his body now was. And while doing so he begins to stagger to the ground as if trying to hold a bolder above him as power pours into his being. All the while with each stagger, different parts of his godlike being throb and pulse outwardly larger and bigger, and especially more girthy. His ampit hair grows denser and hotter as his biceps bulged stronger and bigger, followed by all of his other giant black muscles. Carlton’s dick throbs bigger comparatively to his muscled black body, and underneath, Carlton’s massive nuts are gaining even more size to keep up with his huge black dick. Being the cocky black god that he is, Carlton wants to feel the power that each of his balls contains. So with his massive hand he tries to cup one of his balls, manages to get his hand around enough to hold it, but barely able to keep from having it fall out of his hand from the sheer mass of it. Carlton then gives it a squeeze, and not a moment later than when he did that did his massive godly body surge with incredible size and strength completely filling the entire boys bathroom. “Fuck yea I’m a fucking god nigga” Carlton said in his deep voice under his breath. “I’m gonna be a FUCKING GOD!”. He squeezed it again, then again, and then again, completely destroying the bathroom and building with his growing form all the while his bulging cock head just oozed his cum onto the ground beneath him covering some trees, then some buildings, then all of his College campus, each throb of growth induced by Carlton made him shoot his thick god load in larger and larger quantities. Carlton then squeezes hard on both of his giant powerhouse balls and in one giant surge in both size and cum, he begins to dwarf the biggest skyscrapers. The black muscle god works himself into a flexing frenzy, actually getting turned on by his new size as his body continues to expand, gaining infinitely more power to make Carlton into the muscle god he was soon to be. The biggest bodybuilders would look like dust compared to his godly form. his gigantic pecs engorged with power and bounced with every flex. Your entire apartment was the size of any of his amazing 10-pack. "OH FUCK. IM SO FUCKING BIG, AND IM ONLY GETTING FUCKING BIGGER, SO FUCKING MASSIVE. YEAH. SOON ILL BE A FUCKING GOD, OH FUCK!” Muscles bulge all over his body, “GONNA FUCKIN REALLY FUCKIN CUM!!!" His giant muscled frame exploded with veins and pumped up to unbelievable proportions as his entire body flexed at once. His incredible already inhumanly deep voice jumps down an octave as his deep godlike moans begin to rumble everything around him. His orgasm was so powerful it actually covered all of the city. As the black giant muscle god surged bigger and more powerfully into the sky, you decided that you wanted to see Carlton become the Ultimate God. You then wished that Carlton would gain so much power and godly muscle, that he would become an actual god. Carlton’s deep moan then stopped. He looked down at you in confusion and almost anger because his godly body had stopped growing. Carlton’s entire black god body then lurched and began to rise up off of the ground. His big bulging black muscle body and huge black god cock and balls began to obscenely inflate. His powerful bulging muscles then seemed to shrink for a moment, but then get ten times bigger; You notice that this is happening because they are only beginning to get infinitely denser and stronger as his huge black cock head began to ooze thick ropy cum. “YEESSSSS!!!” Carlton bellowed in his newly godly deep voice. “MAKE ME YOUR GOD!!!!” Cartons huge bulging form began to gain more and more power as the sky around him began to twist and warp due to the sheer density that Carlton’s godly body now possessed. With a huge typhoon of god cum that explodes out from his increasingly growing black dick head protruding from his exponentially growing black muscle god body, Carlton’s deeply godly voice booms, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WAITING FOR NIGGA!?!?!MAKE ME YOUR FUCKING BLACK GOD!!!MAKE ME THE FUCKING GOD OF EVERYTHING!!!” You then concentrate all the energy and power around Carlton and begin to force it into his growing godly form. The black god looks down at you with an extremely dominant and almost evil grin. The black god then grabs his titanic bulging cock with both of his hands and starts to stroke it as power from all around him rushes into his being. With each orgasmicly struggled stroke the massive black god made, deep from within his giant cock comes a shudder that runs through Carlton and with that, the black gods muscle body and cock and balls bulged titanically, his muscle becoming infinitely powerful as his black godly deep voice drops even lower and gets louder and louder as all you can hear is something of a deep bellow like orgasmic moan come from the god Carlton’s muscle throat “SHIT NIGGA!!! FUCKIN SHIT NIGGA!!! SO MUCH FUCKIN POWER!!!”He then reaches back down to his balls as another powerful wave of growth hits him. “MORE NIGGA!!! MORE FUCKING POWER!!!”Carlton’s muscled twitched and bulged. He starts rubbing and needing and squeezing his big black balls with an almost brain dead look on his face as his hot lips hang wide open and drool and his eyes roll into the back of his head from the amount of orgasmic pleasure running through his bulging throbbing body. His cock starts spewing an endless stream of cum like a fire hose turned on full blast as he expands in all directions exponentially with muscle, size, power, and masculinity as his huge black body becomes buffer and stronger and bigger and more powerful then the fucking earth. Carlton then begins to shove his god cock into the earth as he feels another extremely powerful surge of growth come from deep within him. “OOHH FUCK ME!!!”Carlton’s entire being then surged bigger as his cock began to tear the world apart. His body siphoned in the earths energy through his cock as he held onto it. His big bulging muscular ass began to encroach the moon and completely encapsulate it. The giant black muscle god felt this and his asshole twitched as he crushed the moon between his ass cheeks and absorbed it’s energy. The black god moaned as the energy’s power flowed into him and his cock began to twitch and expand inside of the earth. This was followed by a large throb that cause his dickhead alone to grow bigger then the earth as he was filled with exponential godly power. Carlton then began to expand in all directions as his muscular black body packed on more and more size. BIGGER!!! FUCK YEA FUCKING BIGGER AND MORE GODLY!!!! YESSSSS!!!!! I AM THE FUCKING BIGGEST THING IN EXISTENCE!!! AND IT’S ONLY FUCKING GETTING STARTED!!!” Carlton’s thundered in his omnipresent voice as he got so massive and powerful that his black god piss slit was infinitely bigger then the observable universe, and then he exponentially grew bigger in constant spurts with each spurt infinitely growing him bigger and more powerful then the last.

Chapter 25 The car ride was uneventful because the whole time I was wondering what James’s big surprise was. I was, of course, hoping it was sex, but his use of the word “big” was troubling. When we arrived, I was surprised by how remote it was. The lake was so enormous that I couldn’t actually see the far shore, and we were surrounded on all sides by mountains and trees. The cabin itself was small. The building was beyond rustic; it looked like it was made from trees that just fell over. If the cabin had four rooms inside, I’d be surprised. “You didn’t say it was a forest mansion,” I joked. “I had to make sure you weren’t after my vast wealth,” he rejoined. Luckily, the inside was gorgeous. Each room was tastefully decorated to make the room seem larger than it could possibly be. And there were five rooms if you counted the minuscule bathroom. There were two bedrooms, a common room with two couches, and a kitchen that doubled as a dining room. James walked over to the kitchen cabinets and opened them. “As I expected,” he said. “Nothing to eat unless we want cleaning supplies for dinner. I’m going to hit the local store to stock up on food. You enjoy the place. I’ll be back right quick.” Once I was alone in the house, I felt very out of place. I knew I had permission to be here, but it felt like I was trespassing, so I decided to wait out back. The back door opened to a back porch with a breathtaking view of the lake and the mountains. This view was why people paid to rent the cabin. The porch was surprisingly large, about half as big as the whole cabin. It was dotted with wooden lawn chairs and places to sunbathe. It ended with the two steps down to a stone path that led to the lake. I hopped over the stairs and followed the path. There was a dock for boating, a barbecue pit, even a little sliver of sandy beach. I could see why October was the off-season; this place was built for summer activities. I walked back up to the porch and sat in one of the wooden chairs, leaned back, and relaxed. I don’t know if it was the lake air or the drive or something else, but I actually fell asleep waiting for James to come back. He shook me gently and cooed, “Wake up, Big Guy.” That was the absolute best way to wake up ever. I reeled with pleasure, both from sensation within and scenery without. As I grew larger in the chair, I could feel my clothes, tight by design, get just a little tighter, and the chair felt just a hair smaller. “I never actually got to see that,” James said. “Like what you see?” “Always,” he said kissing me. “Was this the big plan? Get me out in the woods and watch me hulk out of my clothes?” “All at once like that? Who do I look like? Luke?” He shook his head. “I am a patient fellow. And we have until Thursday. I want to watch you get a little bit bigger every day. I want your clothes to still fit you by the end of the week, but just barely, so they’ll be easier to tear off you.” My cock stirred in my pants. “I see we like that.” James stroked my cock through the fabric. “I propose a challenge, Chris.” “Oh?” I was intrigued. “I know that your huge equipment needs to get off several times a day.” “You hear what I do in the gym bathroom?” “Everyone hears what you do in the gym bathroom.” I blanched, but only a little. James continued, “So, here’s the challenge. This whole week, I will grow you a little bit every day. That’s the fun part. The challenging part? No orgasms. No touching yourself. No masturbation. From now until when we take that final step on Wednesday.” “Wednesday?” I repeated. “Wednesday,” James reaffirmed. “Excellent.” “I want you fully loaded and practically exploding my first time.” “Sounds fun. I’m in.” “I didn’t finish. If you do blow before the finale, I get to grow this,” he said, grabbing my cock, “as big as I want it.” “I see no downside.” Then, after a small pause, I added, “But what if I win?” James laughed. “Name it.” “Seriously?” “Yeah,” James said dismissively. “Go ahead. We both know that you’re not winning. I don’t plan on playing fair.” “Okay. A threesome with a guy of my choosing.” “I expected something more creative from you.” “Well, I’ve just had my first threesome, and I know now that I like them.” “Okay, done. If you miraculously make it to Wednesday without orgasm, we have a threesome. When you blow early, I get to grow your cock as big as I want, no objections from you.” “Game on,” I said. James didn’t lie; he didn’t play fair. We decided to go swimming that afternoon because the water was surprisingly warm for October. My body looked even bigger in my swim trunks, even my ass. I had to wear trunks because I was too big for a speedo, a problem I loved having. I dove into the water while James got changed. When he came out of the house and walked to the lake, he was in a black terrycloth robe. Given his shyness around public nudity, I half-expected him to wear an old-timey bathing costume, but when he took of his robe, he was wearing a bright blue speedo. For the first time, in the clear light of day, I got to see my boyfriend’s bulge. My man was hung. The fabric of the speedo was spread thin at the bottom because his cock and balls took up so much of the space. His cock, pressed firmly in the front of the pouch, looked wide and impressive. When he walked to the edge of the lake, his thick legs shook with might and power, and his package bounced ever-so slightly. “Like what you see?” he asked from the sand, echoing my come-on from earlier. “Always,” I said, finishing the echo. James dove into the water with his dancer’s grace and joined me in the water. The water clung to his chest hair and darkened it to nearly black. “What happened to my never-naked boyfriend?” “Who’s around to see?” he said. “With a body like yours, you should be shirtless all the time.” “With a body like mine,” he responded, “people stare and ogle. And I turn bright red and hide.” “Can I stare and ogle?” “Please do.” “You’re an enigma,” I said, and we continued swimming. We dressed and spent the rest of the day enjoying each other’s company, ending the day watching the sunset while we made out. He slowly coaxed my shirt off my body, and I slowly coaxed his shirt off his body. Light turned to half-light, turned to darkness. We stroked each other’s chests, and I realized I was closely approaching James’s size and said as much between kisses. This really got his engine revving. James, when he wanted to, was a passionate kisser. He was kissing me so roughly that night that the sandpaper tingling from his beard left my cheeks and chin red. When my cock reached its full foot of length from his ministrations, James patted the head of it through my pants and said, “Goodnight,” and went to sleep in the other room. It took me a cold shower to get it back down without masturbating. The next morning, I woke with the sunrise. I lazily looked out the window at the foot of my bed, the view partially obscured by my morning wood. I almost reflexively jacked it off, but then I remembered the game and got dressed instead. My bulge was obvious, but it would prove I was still in the game. James made breakfast before I woke up. No boyfriend had ever made me breakfast before. I was so touched I didn’t know how to respond. Rather than vacation food, pancakes and the like, James had made an excessively healthy breakfast. “I’m not letting you slack on that tower of man-muscle just because it’s vacation.” I sat down to eat, and James continued. “There’s a gym in town. After breakfast, let’s run into town, no car, do our usual workout, and then run back home. We can make it an every-morning thing.” “Sounds good,” I said through a mouthful of eggs. The gorgeous view, the gorgeous breakfast, the gorgeous boyfriend—he could’ve suggested recreational taxidermy, and I would’ve been up for it. “Good. Town is five miles away” I didn’t realize how mean a trick that was until we were well on our way. I’d done plenty of cardio at the gym (elliptical, treadmill, etc.), but I hadn’t done any serious running since I was a much smaller man. Running with a huge body was a new experience. I had so much flesh moving in every direction, including my cock and balls that were slowly swelling with unreleased cum. We weren’t running particularly fast, but five miles is a lot farther than it sounded. The gym was eerily empty, and James bought us two visitors passes. The woman behind the desk smiled at these two sweaty musclemen who had wandered into her enclosure, and she got overly friendly with James. When she handed him his guest towels, she put her hand on top of his and said, “I would love to give you a personal, intimate tour. You obviously care about your body.” I stepped in between the two of them and said, “We know our way around a gym, thanks.” She must have taken this as me flirting with her because, without dropping a beat, she smiled at me and said, “I could give the tour to you instead, if that’s what you want.” I turned to James, planted a deep kiss on him and asked, “Should we get a tour?” She returned to her desk knowingly, and James broke out into a fit of giggles. Because we had just run that ridiculous distance, I thought he was going to go easy on me. I was wrong. He pushed me harder and harder. I was moving iron like I never had. At first, I thought this gym had to have mislabeled the weights; then I remembered that I was working with five extra pounds of meat. I hit several of my personal bests. James took full advantage of the workout to cheat at our game. Whenever I spotted him, he would grunt a little deeper, puff his breath a little louder. Whenever he got off a machine or re-racked some weight, he would strut, practically dance, back to me, sticking out his chest, then stand close to me, heaving and sweating. He would do any little thing to get me all riled up. It worked. At the end of our workout, I was pumped like I had never been in my life. My muscles, especially in my arms and chest, were so red they were angry, and my cock was so stiff it was trying to make a break for it. “Ready for the run back?” James asked. I had gotten so into my workout that I had saved nothing for the return run. “I guess.” “Good,” he said, and put his hand on my shoulder reassuringly. “You got this, Big Guy.” I had never grown while pumped. The pleasure nearly cycled back into pain. My workout clothes grew more confining, and I felt substantial in a way I never had. That was more than five pounds. James looked me up and down. “Now we’re an even match.” He was right. Especially because that last spurt had been more than five pounds, we were now the same size. I was as big as James. My cock grew even harder. “Race you home,” James said and ran out the front door. Running with an erection and all that extra weight was both erotic and impossible. James, of course, beat me home by a significant margin. When I got inside, all I wanted to do was shower, but James was already using it. I decided to sneak a peek, and when I opened the door, James was just stepping out, a towel draped halfway around his waist, intentionally leaving his back half exposed. “All yours,” he said, and walked out of the bathroom, sliding his body past mine to squeeze through the door. Once he passed me, I turned around and got an full view of his firm, hard, and huge ass, lightly dusted with hair. I was hard again. “Fuck!” I screamed. “Not ‘til Wednesday,” he replied.

Chapter 24 Unlike most college campuses, ours has both a fall and a spring break. Fall break this year was the second week of October, the week after James did his striptease. Usually, the four of us would just use the week to hang out because the campus stayed open the whole time. “I can’t do it this year,” Luke said. It was the Friday before fall break, and we were having breakfast at our usual picnic table by the library. Break would start as soon as James got out of his afternoon class, and Luke was just now dropping this bombshell. “Our team has a real shot of making the College Cup this year, and I have an away game both weekends and extra practices in between.” “How are you going to survive a whole nine days without your better half?” I asked Dave, a little sarcasm in my tone. “Oh, I won’t,” Dave replied. James pulled out his cell phone to look at the clock. “Time of death, 10:48 AM.” Then, to me, he added “I’ll miss Dave.” “Very droll,” Dave said. “I am going with him to the away games. And the coach asked me to make some behind-the-scenes photos and video clips to sell as merch. Now that there are fans, someone has to do it.” “You’re getting paid, aren’t you?” I surmised. “I’m on commission,” Dave corrected. “I might as well take the job. I’m going to be at half the practices anyway.” “Half?” I asked. “The fall mainstage, Chrissy. Thanks to our showcase, I got the lead. I’ve got rehearsals every weekday during fall break.” “And how are you going to survive without your cheerleader by your side?” James asked. “I’ve already cleared it with his director. When I don’t have practice, I can watch rehearsal. As long as I’m really quiet.” “So, you’re going to be here for most of break, just too busy to hang out?” I clarified. “That’s the long of short of it,” Dave said. “Later, James. Later, buddy,” Luke said, clearing his seat. “See you…” he thought about it, then finished, “after fall break.” Dave cleared his space and said, “Do try to think fondly of us in our absence.” As soon as they’d left, James slumped happily in his seat. “They’re a lot, aren’t they?” “Yeah. That’s what I like about them.” “Don’t get me wrong. They’re my friends too. They’re good company and generous and funny. Without them, I doubt I’d go to half as many campus events as I do. And they’re really good at drawing attention away from me, so I don’t feel like a raw nerve in a crowd. But they’re a lot.” I shrugged. “I like their over-the-top personalities. And you do too, or you’d run headfirst into the woods.” James turned in his seat to face me head on. “That gives me a great idea.” A little wary, I gave a minimal response so he would continue. “My Uncle Henry has a cabin on a lake about two hours from here. He never gets the chance to use it, so he rents it out to people for vacations. It’s beautiful. October’s the off-season, so why don’t I call him to see if we can get it for the week?” “Sounds perfect,” I said. “If it’s available, let’s do it.” James kissed me on the cheek, grabbed his phone, and ran a few feet away to call his uncle. Two minutes into the phone call, James came back to the table. “Hey, Chris. Uncle Henry says it’s all ours, but there’s a catch.” “Oh? We need to fix the porch or something?” “Nothing like that,” James reassured. “Uncle Henry and my dad were planning on coming up for a weekend fishing trip next weekend. So, we’d be sharing the cabin for two or three days.” “Meeting the family?” I said. “I’m in if you’re in.” James returned to the phone, “It’s all cool. See you soon. Love you too.” He hung up and sat back down at the table. “I am so excited. I haven’t been to the cabin in years, and I haven’t seen my dad and Uncle Henry since August.” “So, is he your dad’s brother, or your mom’s brother?” “Who?” “Uncle Henry.” “Oh. He’s not my uncle.” “Now I’m confused.” I furrowed my eyebrows. “I call him Uncle Henry, but he’s not a blood relative.” “It’s an honorary thing. Got it.” James stalled before the sentence even started. “What?” “He’s my dad’s husband. He’s my other dad.” I was shocked. “Your dad’s gay?” “Yeah. My mom and dad got divorced when I was four. Uncle Henry moved in and mom moved out.” “And he married your father?” “About three years ago, when it became legal. But they’ve been together forever.” “Wouldn’t that make him your step-father?” “Legally, I suppose. I mean, he raised me, so I just think of him as family.” “Then why call hm uncle?” “That’s what he told me to call him when I was four. They came out to me when I was in fifth grade, and my only follow-up question was if I could still call him Uncle Henry. Now I’ve been doing it for so long, it just feels normal.” “He’s okay with that?” James explained, “He was so worried I’d pull the whole ‘you’re not my father’ thing that he was relieved by it.” “Your dad is gay, and you’re gay.” “Yes.” James nodded. “What was that like when you came out to him?” James shook his head. “I never came out to him.” “Why not?” “No one back home knows I’m gay.” “It’s not like he’ll disown you. He’s gay too.” “And a therapist. And an over-sharer. He would have wanted to psychoanalyze me or send me to a summer camp where we made sock puppets and talked about our feelings. I’ll tell him when he needs to know.” I turned to James and put my hand on his thigh. “Does he know I’m coming to the cabin?” “Depends if Uncle Henry told him yet.” I cleared my throat and, very slowly, asked, “Who did you tell Uncle Henry was coming to the cabin?” “You.” “But what did you call me?” “Chris.” “Good,” I reassured, “because that’s my name. But how did you describe me?” “I don’t follow.” “Did you say, ‘my friend Chris?’ Or ‘my boyfriend Chris?’ Or something else?” “Boyfriend.” “Congratulations,” I said, slapping James on the shoulder. “You just came out to your fathers.” “I did?” He looked completely lost. As James said that, his phone rang and he answered. “Hey, Dad.” I couldn’t hear what his father was saying on the other end. “Yeah, Uncle Henry said that right. Boyfriend. Yes, Chris is my boyfriend.” A loud scream of joy erupted on the other end of the phone. “Yeah, Uncle Henry told me. Yeah. Uh-huh. Okay. Love you too, Dad.” He hung up and looked at me. “I just came out to my dads.” “He sounded really happy about it.” “He’s really happy about it. He’s coming-up-a-whole-day-early-so-we-can-spend-more-time-together happy about it.” “That’s cool,” I said. “He didn’t want to do a group therapy session or show me inkblots or anything like that. He was just really happy to hear it.” “I’m glad,” I said honestly. “Now I can’t wait to leave for the cabin.” “Then let’s not wait.” “Yes!” He was palpably excited. “I’ll blow off my afternoon class. Go pack. I’ll meet you at my car. I have some big ideas for our vacation,” he said as he raced off. Before he was completely out of sight, he shouted over his shoulder, “Big!”

Chapter 10 “Why is everything so big in this room?” Davis asked. Jess and Harold looked around. “Yeah, why is it so big?” added Harold. I looked around slowly, I was starting to get my strength back, but I could not honestly tell from my almost prone position on the bed. Davis offered to tilt the bed up more, so I was more upright. After he did, I then noticed the bed length, and suddenly the width. The bed had to be 10 feet wide, and it was maybe 25 feet long. It was huge. I felt like an ant in a pillow. Davis stretched up to reach the ceiling. "These ceilings are 30 feet, and the bed is like a barge, Linus!" Harold was rummaging behind a partition on the other side of the room. He found something. “Look at the size of these chairs guys!" Harold tried to push one over to us; he could not budge it. "Hey buddy, let me get that." Davis strode over and quickly pushed the chair next to the bed then sat in it. His feet dangled a foot off the ground. “This is fucking weird Linus,” Jess sounded concerned. "Guys, there has to be an explanation for this; I mean it is a room for big men." “You mean men bigger than me by about 10 feet.” Davis drily said. Harold was becoming panicked. “Linus, I don’t want you here. We have to leave! Martin is giving you some new shit that will turn you into a super giant freak!" Jess nodded his head in agreement; Davis looked almost there. “Guys…let’s not…” The door slid open, and two guys in scrubs came in. I had to rub my eyes, they were identical twins. "Linus, everyone, I'm Jack, and this is my brother Sam, we are your nurses. I take the night shift and Sam the day shift. We are just outside your room, so if you need anything, tap the button on the bed rail. If you are hungry, we can have food brought up. We are changing shifts, and we need to get your stats and then leave you guys alone". "Hey, why is everything so freakishly big in here, even bigger than what would be for a guy like him," Harold pointed to Davis, and was up in front of both the nurses and poking them on their thighs. “You are giving him some super growth shit and using him as a lab rat!” Jack and Sam looked at each other then down at Harold and started cracking up. Davis stood up from the chair instantly. “Are you laughing at my boyfriend?” He was pissed. "OH GOD! No! We think it's funny that you think we are running some weird experiment here. We are sorry we laughed," Davis relaxed a bit. “These rooms were built when the drug was being developed. There was a lot of conversation going on between the researchers, and frankly, they did not know exactly how big a guy would get. Martin always plans, so he just said to take the highest estimate and build for that person. The highest they thought they could get a guy to was 25 feet.” “Fuck! That would be so cool!” Jess jumped in. “Can you imagine me at 25 feet?” “I don't want to think about that nightmare Jess.” Davis shot back. "Well, we are sorry that we laughed. It just struck us as funny. We are the first guys that became giants. Martin loved that we were identical twins, so it could give him valuable info on the genetics of the drug. Anyhoo, Linus, stay still for a while as we put the bed in a flatter position to scan you.” I relaxed, and the bed went down. They asked me to stay still as a scanner in the ceiling got measurements, and then Jack checked the bed footboard for my weight. He pulled out a considerable tablet and started punching in the information. “Linus, right now you are 9 feet tall and weigh in at 680 pounds. That’s a big jump from when they brought you sleeping like a log here”. They guys just stared at me. “I’m still Linus guys. Just bigger.” Harold stared at me. “And you will become the biggest.” “OK Harold, it’s time for us to go, It’s getting dark out, and you look sleepy. Jess, we have to go and let Linus get some food and rest". "Guys, thanks for coming and when you come by again, can you bring a small canvas and my painting box? I'd like to get some painting in.” "Sure thing Linus”, Davis then picked up Harold and hovered him over my face as Harold gave me butterfly kisses, the Jess came in and managed to get his vast body close enough to hug me, then a big kiss from Davis. They walked out happy. “Nice guys!” Sam commented. “Yes, I could not ask for better friends. By the way how big are you guys?” Jack looked at Sam as if he was comparing heights. "I'm 10' and 900; Sam is a shrimp at 9' 7" and about what, 850?" Sam nodded yes. The door slid open again, and Martin came in and passed Jack and Sam on the way out. “So you feeling better?” "Yes Martin, I am, thank you." "I want to make sure you are happy and calm, I know you get excited quickly and stress out, but before I left for home, I wanted to say if you need anything call me or the two twin towers on duty for you. Have you eaten yet? No, but I am starving now that you mention it. "Great! Order anything you want, and as much as you want, we are here for you." Matin slapped me on the shoulder and then turned and strode out. Damn, I was hungry! I picked up the sheets to see what 9 feet tall looked like. It was bizarre, as everything was large and beefier. I slid my hands down my stomach and then my thighs. They were big, but my hands were also, so I could not get a real read on what my size felt like. I groped my danger zone and looked. That got big, not out of proportion to my body significant but it was hefty and was wanting attention. It went to rock hard in seconds. I had a private show under my sheets and was very interested. “Ahem…Linus” ‘Ooh! Jack! Uh…..” "Don't sweat it Linus, when I got big; I could not take my eyes off it either. Martin wants you to eat a lot of carbs, so we have a tray of pancakes for you." Jack pulled up a tray holder and set down a large 3' square tray of pancakes piled a foot high. “Eat up, soon to be gigantor!” I stared at the massive pile. “No way can I eat that all!” "Oh, you will, believe me, you will", Jack was walking towards the door chuckling. Jack was right. After the first mouthful, I attacked the pile. I stuffed the pancakes in and just inhaled them. Nothing mattered at that moment except getting more food in me. There were six-gallon jugs of milk; those started going down also. After 20 minutes, the large tray was empty, and the milk was gone. I began to rub a very large bloated six pack and stretched out. I then fell asleep. I was asleep for about two hours and had to use the can. Slowly I sat up and swung my legs over the side. The bed for its enormity was low, so I got my feet on the floor and slowly stood up. That's when the height difference hit. I felt like I was on a ladder. I slowly shuffled to the bathroom, the door slid open, and there were all the fixtures, all for a guy 25' tall. Using the toilet was hilarious as my feet dangled. After cleaning up, I went back to the bed and collapsed. Sleep again. I woke up to Harold with my paint kit and a small canvass. He saw my eyes open, and he clambered up on the bed and snuggled in and handed me my stuff. "Harold, thank you so much for this. I need to do something." "Well, I will be here all day snug as a bug with you." We snuggled on the bed, Sam came in and out, changed the IV drips, and I noticed the IV bags were getting larger and larger. Then the hunger hit again, instant and hard. Two trays of pancakes with two trays of scrambled eggs came when I asked for food. Harold watched me in awe as I demolished it all in 30 minutes. Then I just passed out sleeping. "Wake up sleepy head." Sam was tapping me. "How ya doing?” Oh, fine, I dozed off a bit. “A bit? You have been sleeping for three days.” Sam replied. “What? No way!” I was in shock. “Harold understands, he said to call him when you wake up.” How big am I now? I was getting shaky. You are 11’6” and 1100 pounds. Look at the size of the IV drips!” I looked over, and there were two 50 gallon drums. “I’m getting scared Sam!” I blurted out. "Linus, you are fine; it's just so strange when it's happening. You especially since your transition is so fast. But you are safe and sound. Why not try to paint something? Harold said you are a great painter”. Thanks, Sam, but I don't think I'm great, but you are right, that will take my mind off the fact that I am hooked to two 50 gallon drums. Sam smiled and left. I picked up my painting box. I bent the metal top. Then I tried to open it, but my fingers were gigantic. I finally got it open with a considerable fingernail. Then I propped up the canvass on my legs, and it was small, but most of my paintings were on a four bu four canvass. This looked like a notepad size to me. I reached in for the brushes, and after fumbling around, I finally got a hold of one. The paint tube I first picked exploded when I picked it up with my fingers, then the second one. Finally, I got the third but could not get the cap off. It was so tiny; I just ripped it off. I was getting panicky. I decided to use the paint from the two exploded tubes. I dipped my brush in. I was holding something the size of a coffee stirrer to paint. I put the first stoke down and mashed the brush. I tried another brush, same result. I threw all the stuff across the room in the corner. This is perfect. I can’t paint. I have lost all control and sensitivity and scale with the tools. It was like trying to paint with a catchers mitt. I was fucked. Then the anger came. It was a hot rage that ran through me. 75, that motherfucker did this to me. He killed my craft. He took my life as an artist away. He will pay for this. I will go out on that tryout field in February and be the biggest motherfucker on the planet and in a football uniform and crush him like a bug. That’s the price he will pay for destroying my life. Sleep came on me like a train. I slept a lot. I slept for days at a time, then would wake up, eat a mountain of food, pass out sleeping and repeat. It all became a blur. I remember shuffling to the bathroom back and forth like a zombie. It was a permanent dream state of eating and growing larger and larger. Some times I would sleep for three days, then five, but I was so out of it I was not even in my body. I was outside it somewhere else, and would only visit for short times. Clarity started coming back as I woke up to Jack and Sam wheeling three 50 gallon IV drums out the door. I glanced over, and there were no more IV tubes in me, and the ports were out of me also. This made me feel better. "So that last stretch of sleep was biggie. Welcome back Linus," Jack was smiling at me. “Wow, how long Sam?” "Well, you are done. Want to take a test spin? You have been sleeping for seven days," “Size?” Jack answered. “17’-8” 2800 pounds.” I just laid there and thought. Did I want to get out of bed and accept this new me? The fog of sleep was leaving, and I was feeling frisky. “OK guys, let's do this.” Jack and Sam got on each side of me as I slowly sat up on the bed, as I rose I passed above them. I was looking down on them sitting down. I slowly stood up, they descended. Up and up, I got wobbly, and I could feel their hands on my ass and waist to steady me. I looked down, way down. There they were below me. I just saw the tops of their heads, except when they had to crane their heads up to talk to me. I stood there naked and stretched. I put my hands on their shoulders; my hands ate their bodies. I felt my cock, it was insanely large. “Jack poked his head from around my thigh to Sam, “We got a huge one here pal!”

Chapter 22 The first week after the soccer game passed. After chem lecture on Friday, Dave and I went to meet our boyfriends at the cart, but there was a crowd waiting there. “Why are there so many people in our spot?” I asked. Dave looked through the crowd. “Except for James, they’re all on the soccer team,” he said in fake surprise. I pulled out my phone. There was a reminder flashing—a reminder I didn’t put in my phone. It said: “Photoshoot! Today at 11!” I showed Dave my phone. “Oh good,” he said, “you got my reminder.” I had completely forgotten that was today. When Dave and I joined the group, everyone stood. I made my way over to kiss James hello, and Luke started talking. “Now that everyone’s here, let’s go.” We moved as a group to the photoshoot. The whole time, I stood close to James and we whispered to each other. “I don’t get it,” I started. “The guys on the soccer team love it when the girls in the stand fawn over how hot they are. Even when Dave does it. They had no problem doing the shirtless car wash last year. Why would only 11 of them do the calendar?” James shrugged and said, “I assume they have tiny dicks.” The herd of us had arrived at the art building. Before half the team had backed out, Luke had secured one of the studios in the basement for the shoot, and the photographer was meeting us there. His name was Nicholas Donner, and he was nothing at all like I expected. He was a fireplug of a man, a really macho, burly guy dressed like he was going on a hunting trip, not to a photoshoot. He was wearing a tan vest covered in pockets, a flannel shirt, faded jeans, and paint-stained boots. He completed the image with a thick beard. The studio was intense, full of professional equipment and more workers than I expected. “How can the soccer team afford all this?” I blurted out loud. Dave coughed. “No way,” I said. Dave demurred. “I’m not saying that I tricked my mother into footing the bill for a nude calendar of my boyfriend,” he paused, looking for a way to finish the sentence. A moment later, he said, “But that’s exactly what I did.” “You masterminded this whole thing.” I was almost impressed. Dave feigned an innocent look. “What? She can write it off.” Then, as an afterthought, he added, “It’s for charity!” For the ease of organization, the team had decided to do the shoot in the order of the months. I was November, so I was going dead last before the group shot. To protect our modesty—a notion I found adorable given the circumstances—Nicholas had cordoned off part of the room with a portable partition that went two-thirds the way across the room, designated as the nude area. Only naked people, Nicholas, and his staff were allowed in the nude area. Two teammates would be behind the cordon at any given moment: the one being prepped with hair, make up, and minimal wardrobe, and the one being shot. When it was Luke’s turn (June), Dave tried to peek over the cordon, but a lighting guy fended him away. While October was going, I was asked behind the cordon to get ready. Once behind the wall, I was surprised to see just how many people were on this side: three light technicians, two runners, a costumer, a makeup artist, a hair stylist, and Nicholas. How rich was Dave’s mother? One of the runners pointed to a place I could hang my clothes, and I stripped naked. I was then pointed over to the makeup chair where the artist, an older red-haired woman with a gravelly voice—said, “You don’t need much, now do you?” Apparently, she’d been using makeup tricks to make the other guys’ muscles pop out more. For my shoot, I needed to look wet, but sexy wet, so she sprayed me with a glycerin solution. I wanted to ask about its composition, but this wasn’t the time or place. At the same time, the stylist, a rail-thin woman with hip-length ashen blond hair, looked closely at my hair and said, “Oh, thank God, you dye it. If this was your natural hair color, I would have to poison you.” She rubbed a styling gel through my hair to give it a faux, messy, I-just-stepped-out-of-the-shower look. I shook my head back and forth, and not a single hair moved. That was weird. Nicholas called me over after October was finished and had me stand in front of a green screen. The background was going to be superimposed later. He looked me up and down, up and down, smiled, then looked me up and down again. “So, soccer tweet guy actually looks like that,” he said, nodding in approval. He turned to his lighting technicians. “Let’s get some split lighting on this beefy motherfucker.” He turned back around to me. “Can you tuck that thing,” he pointed to my cock, “or do we need a prop to hide it? Like a firetruck?” Every word he said sounded like an accusation. “I doubt I can tuck it,” I said honestly. “Of course not,” he said. He turned to a runner. “Get him a prop.” He turned back to me, “We want to give the audience a thrill, not a heart attack.” “Whatever you want me to do.” He grabbed the back of the runner’s shirt to stop him from leaving. He then said, very slowly, to me, “You’d let me shoot your whole dick?” “Sure,” I said bluntly. “From base to tip?” “Isn’t that the point of this calendar?” “Everyone else teased,” he released his runner and had a one-sided conversation with him. “If he’ll show that mighty cock, I have to seize this opportunity.” He paused, and then, filling in the other half of the argument, added, “But no one else did, so it would throw off the calendar.” He paused again, and then taking up the first half, suggested, “Compromise? Show most, not all?” I had been standing in a neutral stance, but I decided I had to end this man’s torture. I spread my legs further apart so my cock and balls dangled between my legs. I then began swaying back and forth so they would swing, showing their weight. That made up Nicholas’s mind. “Okay, we’re making erotica, not a monster movie. Get the prop. Now, you, November. In this picture, you are getting ready for the big game. You’re fresh out of a hot shower, and the camera catches you getting dressed.” “If you made it a cold shower, my nipples would be hard,” I suggested. Nicholas turned to the other runner. “Get November some ice.” The second runner ran off. The first runner came back from the costumer with an athletic cup, and I laughed. “What’s so funny?” the runner asked. I held the standard-sized athletic cup in front of my meat to show how woefully inadequate it was. Nicholas growled, “Are you serious?” Then he snorted. “For the love of fuck, get him something big enough!” As the runner scurried back to the prop table, Nicholas said to me, “He’s my nephew, or I’d fire him.” The runner was stumped. He hadn’t brought anything big enough to suffice. So, I put up my finger to tell them all to wait, and poked my head around the cordon. “James, my bag.” James handed me my bag, and I went back around the cordon. I took my jock out of my bag, held it in front of me as though I were about to step into it, and asked, “How’s this?” Nichola grunted his approval and then yelled, “Ice!” The second runner came up to me and offered me a bowl of ice. I took a handful and iced my nipples until they were hard and sharp. The first runner then handed me a towel, which I draped over one shoulder. I put my jock back into position. Nicholas then shouted a bunch of directions in a row about how to hold my body, and I complied. He was about to take the first photo, when he whispered something to the second runner, who swapped the towel with a tiny wash cloth. Once the swap was made, I returned to the exact same pose, and Nicholas took a dozen photos in rapid succession. After he had his shot, he turned to his costumer. “Do we have a pouch big enough for him?” “Pardon?” I asked. “The last shot’s all 11 guys—the group shot. Everyone else is going to be wearing a modesty pouch, but I’m pretty sure these fuckwits didn’t bring one big enough for you, and you’ll go commando.” He thought about it for a moment, then added, “The would be great for the photo, but shit for their egos.” Then, to the costumer he said, “Give him the biggest one, see if it fits.” The costumer came over with what looked like a beige colored sock with an elastic ring at the top. I put one testicle in, then the other, and then there was no room for my shaft. The costumer, undaunted, handed me a second pouch just for my cock. All by itself, the cock was thick enough to hold the elastic in place. “The difference between a professional and an idiot nephew,” Nicholas decreed. The other guys all came back behind the cordon. The conceit for this picture was that we were all in a huddle. The guys on the team protested that huddles were more of a football thing than a soccer thing—something I did not know—but they relented when he explained the camera would be pointing up from underneath us in the middle, making us all look like giants. When the shoot was done, we all got dressed. James and Dave were happy to see us, and as we were about to leave the studio, Nicholas came up to me, lit a cigarette three feet from a No Smoking sign, and called out, “November.” I turned around instinctively. “Who represents you?” “Represents?” “Agent. Manager. Whoever got you this gig. You’re clearly a ringer.” “I’ve never done this before. I’m on the soccer team. Technically.” “That was your first nude photoshoot?” “That was my first photoshoot,” I corrected. He handed me his card. “If you ever want to take pictures like the one we almost took, I’d love to work with you again. This time, I’d pay you.” “You’re not hitting on me, are you?” I said. “My boyfriend …” Nicholas interrupted me. “Fuck no,” he said, flicking some ashes. “I have a wife and two mistresses. I need to take the photograph you deserve because I take photos of beautiful people. Who gives a fuck if they’re men or women? Beauty’s beauty. I would love to shoot beautiful you again. I could do a whole gallery show on you.” “Maybe,” I said, and the four of us left the studio. Once we were away from the art building, James asked, “When you thought he was hitting on you, were you tempted?” “Not even a little.” “He was hot,” James admitted. “The only thing hot about him is his beard,” I said, kissing James on the cheek. “You’ve got nothing to worry about.” That was the moment James decided to grow a beard.

Chapter 20 Since I was only nominally on the soccer team, I was excused from practice. James and I decided to have our first proper date that night. I didn’t want to be around crowds because the tweet had made me a local celebrity. That’s too much attention for a first date, so I suggested a dark, quiet restaurant. James was too nervous to eat, so restaurants were out. Ultimately, we decided to walk to the empty field behind the administration building and just looked up at the stars. James laid a blanket on the grass, and we sat down facing each other, a little awkward in our solitude. “We’re making the transition from friends to more than friends,” I started, “so I want to get some things out in the open before they fester.” James agreed. “Why did you shout for me to strip at the soccer tryout today?” I asked. “You knew that was me?” “Of course.” “Oh. I didn’t… I thought… Because of the crowd…” He didn’t finish any of his sentences. “I’m not mad or embarrassed. I just want to know why you did it.” James shrugged. “I need more than that, James.” “I have trouble talking around you,” he admitted. “I know. And that’s going to have to end if we’re going to do this.” He looked down, breathed deeply, and answered. “I wanted to see you shirtless. In public. In front of everyone. I was hoping you’d strip completely naked, actually.” He paused, looked back up then added, “I told you I have ungentlemanly thoughts about you.” “Okay. Good. We’re making progress. Here’s where that confuses me. I know you want this to be just you and just me, and I do too, so are you really okay with things like Dave’s tweet or the soccer calendar?” “Part of what I like about you, especially this new you, is that other guys want you.” He pulled out his phone to show me that his wallpaper was Dave’s thirst tweet. “And I’ve already pre-ordered two copies of the calendar. Guys desiring you makes me want you more. They all long for you, but I get you. Even when we were only friends, that made me feel special. Other guys wanted your company, but you gave it to me. Now, other guys want your romantic company, and you’re giving it to me.” “So, even though you sunbathe fully clothed, you’re fine with me being naked in public.” James nodded. “I don’t like a lot of attention.” “Then why lift all those weights? Why get so huge? That attracts attention.” James faltered. “Dave said you got as buff as you are just to impress me. Is that true?” Without hesitation, James said, “Yes. I didn’t want a lot of attention, but I wanted yours. I never thought I would be this big, but I saw the way you looked at big guys, and I wanted you to look at me that way.” “I did, but usually when you weren’t looking,” I admitted “What else did Dave say about me?” I told him Dave’s account of our four-year friendship and asked if it was true. James agreed almost entirely. “That story only has a few flaws. Especially because it doesn’t go back far enough,” James said. “I always knew you were gay. The first time I saw you was at the Welcome Freshman Dance at the LGBT center. I was there that night too. When I saw you, I hid. You have this presence, this magnetism, this charisma that is so intense that, that first time I saw you, I ran. I wasn’t out in high school. I was too scared. It took every ounce of courage I had to even go to the dance. You, though, shined with self-assuredness. “You were there with these two guys. I know now that they’re Dave and Luke, just close friends, but that night, I was sure one of them was your boyfriend. Maybe both of them. So, I stayed hidden. “No one else noticed you at first. Everyone else was talking about how hot the jock was or how stunning the actor was. But then they noticed you. Then everyone was talking about you. They asked who was this skinny nothing guy dancing with those two hot freshmen. It’s like no one thought you were worthy of attention, but you were all they could look at or talk about. “But it didn’t get to you. You owned the dance floor. You were having a blast. In the span of an hour, you eclipsed Luke and Dave. Everyone—well, everyone except me—thought those two were the hottest people at the dance, and you stole the spotlight. “If all that attention had turned on me, I would’ve shrunken away and died. You just shined brighter. “I knew right then and there that I had to be in your life. It took me a month to get up the nerve to talk to you. I kept trying to talk to you, but I kept chickening out. I felt like a stalker. I might have actually been a stalker.” It was the most I had ever head James talk in the four years I’d known him. I wondered if this was the James that Dave and Luke saw when I wasn’t there. “You weren’t a stalker. You were magic.” “If either of us was magic,” James said, a golden twinkle in his violet eyes, “it was you. I’ve never met a guy who made me feel like you.” After that, we just lay there for a while, lying side by side, talking and staring at the stars. Soon, though, my head was on his shoulder. Then his arm was around my neck, his hand lazily stroking my chest. Then my arm was under his back, pulling him into me. Then we were kissing, quietly and passionately under the stars.

Chapter 19 The four of us walked over to the athletic center together. In the lobby, Dave kissed Luke goodbye, and I James. Luke and I went to the locker room. The jock strap was now noticeably too small, but it would suffice. While I changed into the outfit provided me— “Uniform,” Luke corrected—Luke tried to psych me up. He really wanted me on this team and in this calendar. It suddenly occurred to me. “The calendar!” I shouted. “What about it?” Luke asked. “James,” I said. “What about him?” “He wants our relationship to be just him and just me. Does that mean that I can’t be in the calendar?” “It’s not his decision if you do the calendar. It’s yours.” “I know that. But I wouldn’t do the calendar if it makes him mad or envious or something. The relationship’s too new.” “Other guys are gonna find you hot, buddy.” I looked at the shirt Luke had given to me as it did its best to contain my mass. “I can see that. But that doesn’t mean I have to publish nude photographs. There is a middle ground.” Luke set his mouth; he was thinking. “Let’s see if you make the team first. If you don’t make the team, it doesn’t matter.” My fears assuaged, we went to the field. There was a crowd in the stands. It wasn’t just our boyfriends and the soccer team who showed up. Every guy I’d slept with this past month, my fans from the gym, nearly every male member of the school’s LGBT club were in the stands, and at least fifty women. Luke took off his sunglasses to take it all in. “What’s going on?” I asked Luke. He ran over to the stands, exchanged a few words with Dave, and came back shaking his head. “Dave tweeted that you would be trying out for soccer this afternoon, inviting everyone to come and watch. He attached a picture of you in that red shirt from this morning.” I assumed Luke had seen them all already, so I asked, “Was it the one where the desk was sticking up?” “No, or there’d be more people here.” The coach was a short, solidly built man. He had clearly been an impressive athlete in his day, and he fought to stay just as impressive. The only things that betrayed his age were the crows-feet at his eyes and the patches of grey at his temples. He blew his whistle and gestured for me to come over to him. “Is this some kind of stunt, young man?” “No, sir.” “Why are all these people here?” Luke interjected before I could speak. “Dave invited them. I’m sorry.” The coach nodded. He looked like he was going to say more, but he stopped himself. The tryout was so short considering all the practice I put in. I was impressed how far I kicked the ball, but I tripped three times over my own legs. When I fell the third time, my shirt tore. It had been too tight to begin with, and I had to flex my pecs to push myself back up. The tip of the V in the neck tore down, revealing some of my pecs to the sun. The crowd cheered for that. But the tryout overall went very, very poorly. With my new bulk, I was slower than the day before. With my fuller package, I had worse aim than the day before. With my increased strength, I had less control than the day before. When it ended, the crowd shouted out encouraging statements like, “You did your best!” and “We still love you!” One voice, clear as a bell, shouted, “Take it off!” It was James. I was so caught by surprise that I did it; I tore my shirt right down the middle and stripped it off. That caused a standing ovation. I heard James cry out again, an inarticulate sound of joy. He’d be okay with the calendar. The coach asked me to come into his office. I guess he didn’t want to tell me I didn’t make the team in front of a boisterous crowd. He sat me down, still shirtless, across his desk from him. “You don’t want to play soccer, do you, son?” I sighed. “No, sir, I do not.” “Then why in the fuck are you trying out for a soccer team?” “Luke. He wanted me on the team so we could hang out some more and so we’d be in the calendar together.” “That fucking calendar.” The coach paused a little before he continued. “The crowd certainly loved you.” “I’m sorry for the commotion. I had nothing to do with that.” “That’s not true. They made a damn ruckus over you.” “But I didn’t invite…” He cut me off. “You’re missing my point. If I put you in a game, d’you think they’d come to see a game?” “Well…” I hemmed and hawed. “Don’t be humble, son.” “Yes. Definitely.” Then, as an afterthought, I added, “Especially if you put me in a tight uniform and let Dave tweet about it.” “Dave? The actor guy Luke’s always bringing around the athletic center?” “His boyfriend, yes. Dave sent a tweet this morning, and that’s why so many people came.” “He sent a tweet this morning?” “Yes.” “Just one?” “As far as I know.” “One tweet this morning.” The coach leaned back in his chair and drummed his fingers on the desk. “I think we can come to a mutually beneficial arrangement.” I shook my head. “I don’t follow.” “Attendance at soccer games is down. All the way fucking down. There were more people in the stands for your tryout than there were at the last game.” I’d been to a few games, so I knew the stands weren’t typically crowded, but the coach said it at me like an accusation. “I’m sorry.” “I’m not asking for an apology. It just never dawned on me that women and gayfolk would come to hoot and holler at a soccer player.” “The soccer team has the hottest men on campus,” I said bluntly. “It’s why the car wash was a success last year.” The coach chuckled; he’d never thought of marketing his boys that way. “If you can guarantee that they’d show up for a soccer game, I’ll put you in. We’ll have you take the kickoff or something. Something that puts you front and center.” “Why would you do that? You saw how many times I fell today.” “Yeah I did. It’s a good thing, too, ‘cause now everyone will fucking believe it when you do it on purpose tomorrow.” “I’m lost.” “You get the crowd here, you pretend to injure yourself, you’re out of the game. Everyone else will see the rest of my boys play, suddenly we have an audience again and we start selling tickets again. Even if they only come to stare at my boys, they have to buy a fucking ticket.” “You care that much about ticket sales?” “My job cares that much about ticket sales. The school doesn’t care that we’re having a fucking championship season if no one’s buying tickets to see it.” I nodded, finally understanding his position. “You can still be in the calendar, ‘cause you’re on the team,” he put air quotes around the words “on the team.” “What do you want out of this deal?” he asked. I shrugged. “Can you get me an extension on my philosophy paper?” The coach laughed so loudly that he burst into a coughing fit. “Yeah. I reckon I can do that for you.” He extended his hand to shake it. “Welcome to the team.” When I walked out of the coach’s office, Luke was there waiting for me. “I’m so sorry,” he said. “I thought you’d make the team no problem.” “I did make the team.” “Ha ha, very funny,” Luke said, dripping with sarcasm. “You got me.” I told him the coach’s plan. When I finished, he ran to the coach’s office to confirm. As soon as he was convinced that I was telling the truth, we went back to the locker room to tell everyone. The team thought it was an excellent idea. They too had been worried about low ticket sales because it would mean future budget cuts. It’s one of the reasons they wanted the calendar to be a big seller—spread word of mouth about the soccer team. They even sounded flattered by the coach’s plan. Dave’s right; they are preening peacocks. The team got me a new soccer jersey, even smaller than the last jersey. If I lifted my arms even slightly, my bottom two abs would be completely exposed. Once I was dressed, they called Dave and James into the locker room. When they heard the plan, James nodded emphatically. “I’d buy a ticket.” Dave whipped out his phone and said, “I’ve been training for this moment all my life. Let’s do this now.” He looked around the room for a suitable venue. “Stand over there,” he said, pointing at a patch of sunlight. I went over dutifully. When he saw how ill-fittingly small my shirt was, he grabbed the nearest soccer ball and tossed it to me. “Hold that behind your head like you’re tossing it into play.” I obeyed, fully expecting my shirt to ride up. Dave, however, had an eye for this sort of thing and knew how the shirt would affect this specific pose. My arms couldn’t extend their full length because the sleeves were too narrow, so my shoulders rounded up, my biceps tickled my ears, and my pecs rose in an attempt to meet my chin. “Something’s still not right,” Dave said. I put my arms down while Dave pondered. Soon, inspiration struck him, and he whispered into James’s ear. James grew a devious smile and strutted over to me. He stood behind me and kissed the back of my neck gently and slowly. He ran his hands up and down my sides, delicately stroking my abs. His pecs pressed into my back. My shorts grew even tighter as my cock woke up and tried to stretch to its full length. “Thank you, James,” Dave announced. With that, James stepped out of frame. “Arms up,” Dave ordered. Once I was back in the previous pose, Dave snapped the picture, and I relaxed. He showed the picture to the group, and I have to admit, I had never looked sexier in my life. The sunlight even cast a shadow on my shorts that made my bulge look more extreme than it was. Dave pretended to brush an errant strand of hair out of his eyes and said, “I minored in thirst traps.” The tweet announcing that I was now on the soccer team went viral, at least in our corner of the woods. It was retweeted thousands of times in the first two hours alone.

Chapter 18 I woke up the next morning feeling like the night before had been a fairy tale or a dream, but the real world soon reminded me of my very visceral reality. My gigantic morning wood stuck up obscenely. When I went to roll out of my bed, I nearly crushed my nuts between my humongous thighs, and when I stood up, I hit the floor with a loud thud, unused to my weight. I was delighted to see an oversized robe with a note pinned to it in Dave’s handwriting. It said, “Bought you a new closetful of clothes because we knew you’d say yes. The fashion choices are a little scarcer at your sizes, but I recommend the burgundy turtleneck and the black slacks for chem lecture today.” I quickly took care of my morning ablutions because I knew I would need more time this morning to break off my social engagements. And to dress. The pants were just a little to tight around my ass and crotch, but the waist was perfect, thankfully. You could tell I had a monster in my pants, but it was all contained. The shirt, which looked red to me, showed everything. It was a long sleeve turtleneck that looked way too small, but it kept stretching, and stretching, and stretching, until it was completely on. Somehow, it felt equally tight on my shoulders, chest, and arms while still feeling smooth and soft to the touch. The fit was surprisingly risqué. My nipples were front and center, and I could see every single one of my abs through the shirt. I was going to turn heads in this shirt. Before I left my room, I went through my phone and texted every guy who might expect a hookup in the near future. It didn’t feel like that many guys when I started, but, somehow, I’d become promiscuous this past month. I knew it was tacky to do this over text, but I consoled myself by tailoring each text to each guy, showing each he was unique. When I sent the final text, I was shocked to find I might be late to class. I wanted to run to make up the lost time, but even walking was surprisingly difficult. My legs had to negotiate around my legs, so I had a slight swagger to my walk. And I grazed three different door frames because I just went further out than I thought I did. It was going to be another adjustment period. I was usually the first person in chemistry, but because of how long everything took that morning, the room was mostly full. Dave was in his usual seat in the front row. When he saw me, he stood and applauded. Everyone turned to see what he was applauding, and when they saw me in my new clothes (and my new body) some other people joined in. One whistled. I bowed and took my seat next to Dave. Dave’s eyes were glued to my crotch. “My boyfriend is a greedy man,” he said. “He didn’t tell me he was going to super-size junior, or I would have bought you pants with more room in the front.” After a pause, he added under his breath, “I would have had to special order them.” Taking notes in chem lecture was an obstacle course. The chairs in the classroom had pillar desks, those desks on hinges that can swing up and over to hold your books. Mine was too small for my notebook and my forearm. Then, I had to lean forward to see all of my notes over my pecs, and my bicep kept bumping into other parts of my body as I moved my pen. Every time I shifted position in my seat, my chest bounced and heaved. The whole thing was so erotic that I began to tent in my pants, which pushed the desk up, causing everything to slowly slide off the top. I was becoming an impediment to my own education. At one point, I thought Dave was looking over at my notebook to see what I was writing, but he was filming me with his cell phone. I really hoped the video was only for him and Luke and that he didn’t post it on Pornhub or something like that. When class got out, Dave and I walked to the cart to get breakfast. He was under strict orders to make sure I had a healthy breakfast, especially because I’d skipped our group workout that morning. At one point in the conversation, Dave said, “Victor’s going to flip over your new muscles.” “Victor may,” I said, “but I don’t think that matters.” “And pray tell why not?” “James.” “What about James?” “He didn’t tell you this morning?” “He didn’t show up either. You were both no-shows.” I told Dave about the conversation James and I had the prior night. Shocked, Dave turned to me and stopped me in my tracks. “Really? You and James? After a ménage a trois with me and my boyfriend, you and James started dating last night. And you waited until after chemistry to tell me?” I nodded. “Finally!” Before Dave could stop himself, he’d thrown himself around me in a hug. “There is so much more of you to hug,” he added, gripping the muscles of my upper back. I pushed him away. “I think Luke and James would prefer this hug ended.” “Right. Right,” Dave said. “And what do you mean ‘Finally’?” “James is in love with you.” There was no sarcasm or humor in his voice; it was flat and affectless. “No, he isn’t. He had a crush.” “James is in love with you,” Dave insisted. Desperately needing more information, I pulled Dave out of the walkway into the shady corner of a building and threw him up against the wall. I guess I pulled with more force than I needed to because Dave was wobbling when I let go. “Thank you, sir. Can I have another?” he quipped. “What do you mean James is in love with me?” “He always has been. I thought you knew.” He paused, and a devilish light took his eyes. “You didn’t know. I knew you were naïve, but not clueless.” “How do you know this?” “Do you need a refresher course in the history of James and Chris? Okay. You and Luke have known each other forever, the three of us met at the LGBT center Welcome Freshman Dance. We didn’t meet James for a month after that. Right? We were the three musketeers for a while. Pop quiz. How did we meet James?” “He randomly sat next to us at lunch one Monday, and he just did that every day for a week, and so we adopted him because it seemed like he didn’t have any other friends.” “What a weird and uncharitable way to remember that.” “How do you remember it?” “James sat down next to you. Always next to you. Back when Luke and I weren’t dating, we didn’t have assigned seats, and James always sat next to you. I tried to sit next to you once that first week, and James poked me in the back of the head with his tray until I moved. And when you asked him why he didn’t sit with his friends, he said he’d rather sit next to you.” “That doesn’t mean…” “He eats out of bowls because you used to make him so nervous that he’d stumble. He broke two plates that first week. They didn’t even make it to the table. Unlike the plates, the bowls in the cafeteria are plastic. He can’t break those. He kept the bit up all these years because it makes you laugh. He really likes making you laugh. That’s why he makes jokes about toast donuts, on the off-chance you’ll find them funny.” “That’s why he eats out of bowls?” “He followed you around like a puppy all freshman year. And when he learned that you were gay, he tried to come out to you too, but he got all tongue-tied. He still gets tongue-tied around you. When you’re not around, he’s actually quite witty and eloquent. Still weird, but witty and eloquent about it.” “James?” “Sometimes he acts like he doesn’t see you or recognize you just to see how long it takes you to talk to him.” “Seriously?” “How could you not know any of this? When he found out you like bigger guys, he began lifting weights like a maniac. Cause and effect. I mean, he was always buff, but he got bodybuilder big for you.” “I thought he was doing that for him.” “I always thought you two had some kind of arrangement.” Dave went back to the path, and I followed. We resumed our trip to the cart. When we got there, Dave went to get our breakfasts. I made a beeline to James, who was waiting at our usual picnic table with Luke. The grass was still wet from last night. When he saw me coming, he broke out into a big beaming smile and waved. He attempted to stand up to greet me, but his feet got tangled in the picnic table, and he fell face first onto its surface. I rushed over as quick as I could and put my hands on either side of his face. He looked up, and I kissed him softly. “I’m sorry.” “It’s okay,” he said. Luke raised an eyebrow quizzically. “What’s this?” he asked. “James and I started dating last night,” I said matter-of-factly. James blushed a deep red. Excited by the news, Luke shouted, “Finally!” and celebratorily punched me in the shoulder. “Ow,” he added, shaking his fist in pain. James cozied up to me at breakfast, my arm over his shoulders the whole time. I felt so comfortable and so at peace, I’d almost forgotten I was trying out for the soccer team that afternoon.

Chapter 17 By the time I got back to the locker room, Luke and Dave were gone. Instead, I found my shoes on a bench next to a neatly folded stack of clothes. On top of the clothes were the keys for the athletic center, my room key, and my cell phone. My phone screen was glowing: I’d missed texts. They were all from Luke. He explained that he was spending the night at Dave’s so I could get a good night’s sleep. Also, Dave wanted to be genuinely surprised when he saw me in class tomorrow. The clothes on the bench were of a bigger size and would fit me. He ended by reminding me to lock the front door behind me. Luke’s spelling was atrocious. I went over to the mirrors in the locker room and stood in awe. The first thing I saw was my face. It looked fuller and thicker. My cheekbones stuck out like harsh cliffs; my jaw and chin looked more intense and powerful, leading down to a thick neck and thicker traps. Even my eyebrow ridge looked more muscular, somehow. It was still unmistakably my face, but my face from my wettest dreams. I looked down to the rest of my form. I was getting beastly. With all my new bulk, my waist demanded my attention. It looked somehow both petite and mighty. My abs were deep grooves in my torso, and I was pleased to discover that now I had my own Adonis belt. My shoulders were so wide that I couldn’t keep them both in the mirror at the same time. My arms had gotten so huge that they looked flexed, each with a thick vein running its length, even when perfectly relaxed. But, then again, they couldn’t stay perfectly relaxed because my back, a part of my body I seldom thought about, had gotten so wide that I could see it from the front. My muscles were a paradox. My legs were a surprise. Still tired from their day of exercise, the growth had hit them extra hard. My calves stood out like angry outcrops, shaped like upside-down hearts. My thighs would never be separate again. They pressed slightly into each other, shoving my cock forward. And, oh, what a cock. I was never much of a grower, so even before my cock started to grow, I was used to being larger-than-average even soft. Now that I proudly sported a 12-inch erection, it was longer and thicker soft than I used to be hard. And my balls had seemingly doubled in size from a month ago. I could barely hold both in one hand at the same time. They were like plums. I had to get dressed or I’d never leave this mirror. The shorts looked a size or two too big for me. That is, until I tried to put them on. They clung to my thighs so tightly that I had to shimmy each leg up individually. My ass at its new volume was also a challenge. I needed to guide each cheek in, one at a time. My ass was too big to just pull up my pants. From now on, every time I put on underwear or pants or anything that had to be pulled up, I’d have to stop at my ass and coax each cheek in before continuing. The same was true of my balls. I had to put each of my nuts into the short one at a time. Each one took both hands: one to hold open the shorts, one to maneuver the ball into the fabric. Before I had my shaft into my shorts, my shorts were already overfull. My ass stuck out behind me, my balls in front. I did my best to cram my cock in there too, but it ended up sticking to the side, hugging my hip, obvious through the fabric. The waist of the shorts proved to be a challenge too. It was too big. I’d barely gotten my legs, ass, and cock in, but my waist wasn’t thick enough to support the elastic, so it sagged in the front, my cock threatening to spill back out. I then realized I would have to hold my phone and keys because my shorts were too tight. There was no room in the pockets. The shirt, a normal t-shirt thankfully, also stymied me. I was used to putting both arms in through the arm holes and then pulling down, a procedure that took five seconds. I was now too big to dress quickly. I had to put one arm in first, making sure the sleeve hooked on my shoulder or it would slide right back off. Then, I put my head through the head hole, the fabric bunching around my neck. Then, I had to wrangle my other arm up and through the fabric and out the arm hole. Only then could I inch the shirt over my pecs, one side then the other, a little at a time, back and forth like a broken Venetian blind. After all of that, I had to rearrange the sleeves to make sure they were facing the right direction so I didn’t cut off circulation. It took me forever to get dressed. When I went to put my shoes on, I couldn’t. My feet had gotten too muscular for my shoes. My feet were too buff for my own shoes. I abandoned them to the locker room. Some lesser-footed man would benefit from my largesse. I was walking home barefoot. I got to the front door as it started to rain. What force in the universe wanted me to be wet today? I’d taken multiple showers, sweated through three shirts, and soaked in a hot tub. It seemed almost comic it was going to rain on the way home. I locked the athletic center door behind me and tugged on the handle to make sure it was secure. When I turned around, I almost crashed into James. He was standing there wearing his messenger bag and holding an umbrella. “James. What brings you here?” He held up my wallet. “You left this at the cafeteria.” He flipped it open to my driver’s license and examined my picture. “At least, I think it’s you. The you in this photo doesn’t look like the you who’s you. The you who’s you looks like you’re two of the you in this photo.” “Thanks, James,” I said, taking my wallet. James opened the flap of his bag. “You can put your stuff in here,” he offered. I loved the way the strap got caught between his pecs, clearly separating them into distinct mounds. At this proximity, I could tell he was still bigger than me, which was oddly comforting. But he wasn’t bigger by much anymore. “Thanks again,” I said, depositing my belongings. I noticed that his shoes were in his bag. I looked down at his bare feet and asked, “Since you’re not wearing your shoes, can I?” “Why would you want to wear shoes when we can walk home barefoot through the grass?” “Why indeed?” I asked. He offered me room under his umbrella, and we began to walk back to the dorm. We walked slowly, deliberately. We were quite a sight: two large men trying to fit under the same umbrella. We ended up practically on top of each other as we made our way across campus. Despite our hindered pace, we took every opportunity to walk through puddles and kick small bushes. When we got back to the dorm, I stood under the overhang as James closed and shook his umbrella out. When he was satisfied, he turned around and asked, “Is it my turn?” “Pardon?” “Is it my turn?” “Turn for what?” “Well, Luke and Dave have been talking for days about their plans for tonight. And you’ve been dating about 15 guys this month. And I’m just wondering if it’s my turn.” I stood silently. “I’ve wanted to ask you out since freshman year. But I was so afraid of ruining our friendship that I never acted on it. Never. And I’ve really wanted to. And now you’ve just slept with your closest friend, and it doesn’t look like it ruined that friendship. And you’re getting hotter and sexier. And bigger. And if I don’t speak soon, I’ll never have my chance. And…” I interrupted James by kissing him fully and deeply, practically cutting off his air. James took a step back, surprised. “You mean?” “Yes.” “I want to be clear. I don’t want to be just one of the many. I want just you, and just me.” “That sounds fine by me.” “Okay, then.” He said, nodding and taking out his ID card. “Do you want to come up to my room?” The question excited James so much he missed the card swiper. “Yes.” He paused. “But no.” He paused again. “But yes.” Another pause. “But no. But yes.” “I get it,” I said. “It’s too soon.” “You have to tell the other guys that it’s just you and just me.” I nodded. “And before we…” he couldn’t finish the sentence. “Go to my room,” I suggested. “Yes! Before we go to your room, you should know that I’ve never been in anyone’s room before.” Quickly he added, “Or had anyone in my room.” “Never?” “Never,” he confirmed. “Okay,” I said. “We’ll take it slow.” James swiped the card, and we walked the rest of the way to my room silently. When we got to the door, he bid me goodnight with a kiss on the cheek.

Chapter 16 The idea of being bigger than Luke caused my somewhat deflated cock to become so erect the tip threatened to break the surface of the water. “I can see you like the idea,” Dave said. Looking directly at me, he put his hands on the wall behind him, and pulled himself out of the tub. A small sheet of water fell from his chest, over his cock, and splashed down on the tile floor. “Where are you going?” I asked. “Somebody’s got to distract Al so your secret doesn’t get out, Chrissy,” Dave said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Dave put his hand on his hip and a pivoted his cock forward. “Give me five minutes before you start round two.” He spun around so his back was to us and said, “Feel free to stare at my ass as I leave.” As he sauntered out of the room, every sway of his body oozed sex. When he reached the door, he added, “Have fun.” When the door closed behind Dave, Luke got out of the tub and walked over to a stack of towels by the wall. With a sideways nod, he beckoned me to join him. Whatever he had in mind, we were doing it outside the hot tub. I walked over to the towels, my fully erect cock bobbing in the air as I walked. I grabbed a towel and began drying off. “What is he doing to distract Al?” I asked, unsure how to fill the five minutes. “He didn’t tell me,” Luke confessed, “but I think he’ll hide our clothes, then walk to the security desk buck naked and ask Al to help him find his clothes.” “How will we know when the coast is clear?” I asked. Luke briefly pointed to the far corner of the ceiling. In the distance, I could see a small red light. “When the security camera goes out.” “How will he know when we’re done?” “When I go and find him.” There was a beauty in its simplicity. I didn’t know how to broach the subject, so I just blurted, “How big are you going to make me?” “Well, I’ve slimmed down this past month because of soccer and the calendar. I’m a svelte 166.” “That doesn’t exactly answer my question.” “I’ve talked to some of your conquests, buddy. They tell me you like to hold a guy up against wall and fuck him standing.” Luke wrapped himself in his towel and sat on a bench. “It is my favorite, yes,” I confirmed He folded his arms across his chest, puffing his pecs up bigger, and stuck his legs out to take up as much space as possible. “How big do you need to get to do that to me?” I balked. “I’ve been running you ragged today, so you should factor that in.” “175,” I said wrapping the towel around my waist. I was pretty sure I could handle him at that point. “So small?” Luke sounded disappointed. “I was hoping for bigger.” “Bigger?” I asked. “How much bigger?” “I was thinking as big as James.” “James big? As in, as big as James? He’s huge. The last time he weighed himself at the gym, he broke 200.” A tent formed in the front of Luke’s towel. “I’m not ready to be James big,” I said truthfully. “Didn’t think you would be. How about we split the difference?” “185?” “195,” Luke counter-offered. “190 is as high as I will go,” I said. Luke stood up and dropped his towel. He pointed to the back corner of the room again. The red light was out. Luke ripped my towel off my waist and pulled me closer to him. He put his right hand on my shoulder. “Are you ready?” I wasn’t entirely sure, but I nodded. “Good, because I can’t wait any longer, Big Guy.” For the first time in a month, I felt my body surge larger. As every part of my body thickened, a pleasure as intense as my recent orgasm flooded my mind. Luke took in my growth with a hungry look in his eye. “That is so hot, Big Guy.” I was just coming down from the last euphoric high as my brain lit up again with new pleasure. My breath was a little short as my body continued swelling outwards. Luke had to open his hand a little wider as my shoulder expanded. I had to widen my stance just a little bit to make more room for my legs. “Tell me if you need to stop, Big Guy,” Luke said, and I was blasted with another wave of bliss dancing through my nerve endings. The erotic sensation was so intense, my head lolled to the side. I was surprised to find that my neck was thicker, and my ear met my shoulder sooner than it should have. “We’re about the same weight now,” Luke said. I was too into my own transformation to dispute his math. “Then we’re not done, are we?” I asked from my stupor. “Okay, Big Guy. Want it a little faster, Big Guy? I can do that for you, Big Guy.” Three blasts of lightning rocketed through my body. My toes curled, my hands clenched and unclenched. I could feel my arms being pushed further away from my body as my back grew, and I could feel my lats being constricted as my biceps grew. Luke opened his hand even wider. I widened my stance again; my thighs were uncomfortably close. Doing so allowed me to feel how thick and weighty my ass had become. My cock throbbed and shook. I had never felt anything so intense in my life. “Just two more, Big Guy. Then you’ll be ready for me, Big Guy.” Two more eruptions shot through me. I could swear I was orgasming, but nothing came out of my cock. I grew harder, firmer, denser. My body progressed outwards. I could easily see my shoulders without turning my head. My neck felt thicker. I looked down and saw my pecs heaving off my chest. They were beginning to block my view, and my nipples had grown slightly larger and seemed so far away from my body. My arms were hanging off my sides at odd angles, swollen with flesh and power. I’d never been aware of my triceps, and now they were big enough to fight my lats for space, my biceps pushed obscenely forward. My back was so wide I felt I’d grown wings, and it narrowed down to my tiny waist. It had grown, but it was still incredibly small. Each muscle of my six-pack was discrete and thick as a deck of playing cards. Two more muscles were showing the faintest hint of graduating me to an eight-pack. My thighs pressed together no matter how I stood. They seemed thicker than my waist. I reached around to feel my ass, and it was as though there were two spheres of steel, yet velvety and warm, protruding from my body. I could feel my calves had grown and hardened, thick with power. Even my feet felt more muscular. I felt powerful. I felt heavy. I felt mammoth. Luke began feeling me up, comparing our chests, our shoulders, our waists. I remember when Luke felt impossibly huge. Now, even though he was taller, I extended past him in every other dimension. My chest stood out further, my shoulders broader, my arms thicker, my legs more powerful. My waist, somehow, significantly smaller. “You are beautiful,” he said in awe. With a cocky grin, I wrapped one arm around Luke’s waist and lifted him up. “I hear you like your guys big.” Luke smiled in unfettered delight. “One arm? You picked me up with one arm?” Luke’s cock tried to press itself into my bicep, but my muscle was unrelenting. “Holy fuck!” I took three steps and pinned him to the wall four or five inches off the ground. Luke fought against it, testing his limits. But I did not budge. When he realized he was powerless to escape, he growled, “Fuck me.” “That’s the idea,” I told him. With my free hand, I lined up my cock with his asshole, and with no further prelude, I slammed my full length into him. Luke’s body shook with orgasm as his hands fumbled to find purchase in my musculature, but it would not give. I gave him a moment to catch his breath. After a few seconds, he looked me square in the eyes and ordered, “Don’t stop.” Delighted the fun wasn’t over, I began pistoning him up and down on my cock. “Harder!” he screamed through gritted teeth. I fucked him harder. “Flex!” He commanded. I flexed my free arm, my bicep rounding out into mountainous proportions. At the same time, I flexed my chest as hard as I could, and it bulged outward, pushing him further into the wall. His jaw dropped open and two high pitched moans escaped. I was talking dirty without words. The head of my cock was starting to swell; I could tell orgasm was coming soon. “Not yet, buddy,” Luke said sternly. “The ride’s not over yet.” I’d past the point of no return and kept plowing ahead, but Luke shook his head. “You’ll do as I say.” He clenched his ass so tightly that I couldn’t pull in or out. I fought him for a second, but Luke held firm. As I bucked futilely, he steadied me. “Heel.” My face was turning red from the exertion and delayed orgasm. I fought again. I had already overpowered him once; I could do it again. But Luke’s grip on my cock was unbreakable. His voice grew sterner. “Heel!” I nodded. “That’s more like it, Big Guy.” A sound that was half-roar half-growl escaped from my chest as my imprisoned cock drove an inch further into Luke’s ass. This close to orgasm, the intensity of the growth just pushed me closer to the edge. There was no release. Luke writhed in pleasure as my cock surged wider and thicker, filling his ass further than any other man ever had. But he still did not unclench. I struggled, pushing in and pulling out the little bit I could with rapid succession. The friction between my cock and his ass was inhuman. His breath was starting to catch in his chest, but he would not relent. From his position above me, Luke looked down and said, “I think we both deserve a footlong, don’t you?” I said nothing. I just wanted to orgasm. “What do you say?” I fought him again, and he fought against his own shuddering prostate. He would not cede. “What do you say?” I nodded. “Right answer, Big Guy.” Luke unclenched his ass, and my dick extended another inch, becoming thicker than I knew a cock could be. Luke was in the throes of his orgasm, pressing his head against the wall, his eyes closed so tightly tears formed in the corners. Right as he released, my cockhead burst forth a river of cum so large and thick that it seeped past the base of my shaft and rained to the floor, pooling in a puddle of surprising volume, especially since half of it was still inside Luke. I put Luke down and collapsed to the floor to recover. Even just lying on the floor, my body felt huge. My lower back was held an inch above the tile by my ass, my shoulders covered half the distance between the wall and the hot tub, and my giant dick stuck straight up into the air like a spire. Luke offered a hand to help me up. When I was on my feet, he handed me a towel to wipe his cum off my arm and clapped his hand on my shoulder in his usual friendly way. “That was fucking awesome. Whoever you end up with is a lucky man.” I hadn’t quite reached words yet, but I smiled to acknowledge the compliment. Luke bent over, picked up his sunglasses, and put them on. As he walked to the door, he slapped my ass. “I remember you liked that,” he joked. I stopped him before he left. “Don’t we have to clean up?” He dismissed me with a hand gesture. “Al would get mad at me if we did.” I made some small sound of understanding. “Let’s go find my boyfriend,” he said. “I don’t have another go in me.” “Me neither. Besides, you got a soccer tryout tomorrow.”

Chapter 15 Something felt so right, so natural, about being with Luke and Dave. I could feel their love for each other radiating heat. But I wasn’t just a prop in their sex; they wanted me there. Their affection for me, though different from their connection, was as palpable as Luke’s chest or Dave’s cock—up front and ever-present. Through a dark, windowless room lit only by security lights and the glow coming from the hot tub itself, they led me into the water, the three of us almost moving as one body. Mist and liquid swirled around us as we fell into a comfortable position. Luke sat with his back against the wall of the hot tub, his legs stretching forward. I was on top of him, face to face, his sunglasses periodically releasing chilling drops as steam condensed on their glassy finish. I was intensely kissing his mouth, his chin, his neck, his shoulders. My right hand explored his defined arm and smooth pecs. Our stiff cocks collided into each other, trapped between our hard abs. Dave was behind me, kissing the top of my shoulder. His left arm reached around to stroke my pec, his pinky circling my nipple. His right arm reached past me to lovingly stroke the back of Luke’s head. My left hand reached back behind me to run my fingers through Dave’s hair. I could feel Dave’s coarse chest hair, slick with water, scrape along my shoulder blades, his erect and impressive dick press into the small of my back just above my ass. We stayed interlocked like that, a tangle of bodies, for a seeming eternity until I felt Dave slip into my ass with surprising swiftness, spreading it further than it ever had. The water lubricated its passage, and soon, Dave was fully inside me. I put up no resistance and let out a low moan. He stopped kissing me for a second to whisper in my ear. “Don’t be shy.” Needing no further prompt, I tried to line the tip of my cock with Luke’s hole. The current fought me, dragging my length one way and then another, gently pulling on my cock like an invisible hand. In the thickness of the water, I had an unwieldy beast, so I stopped kissing to focus on my ten inches, needing both hands to steady it. A wide smile spread across Luke’s face as he leaned back in anticipation. Once I had my cock aimed properly, I pushed a few inches in gently. Luke’s ass was firm and warm, a tight fit, but pliant and welcoming. Luke sat up just a little. “You can do better than that, buddy,” he encouraged. Taking my cue, I rammed my full length into his waiting ass. “Holy shit!” he screamed. His whole body tensed, and his face froze in a rictus of pleasure. He took off his sunglass and placed them to the side of the hot tub. Tendrils of steam curled around his head. “I knew you had it in you.” “And now it’s in you,” I added. I wrapped both arms around Luke for support, Dave braced his arms on the wall on either side of Luke’s shoulders, and the dance began. We slowly found a rhythm, Dave thrusting into me, me thrusting into Luke, Luke thrusting in and out in contrapuntal movement. As soon as the three of us reached a steady, metronomic interval, Luke said one word. “Faster.” Dave and I picked up our speed, and Luke began growling and panting, occasionally clenching his jaw in carnal pleasure. My nerves were afire. Dave had the largest cock I’d ever taken, and at this intense pace, my prostate was a bundle of sparks and sensations. My own cock was similarly tingling with electricity as I plumbed the depths of Luke’s tight ass. The head of my cock sent constant and instantaneous messages to my brain. Through his guttural moans, Luke made a new command. “Harder.” Dave’s cock bottomed out so hard, I momentarily lost the rhythm, but found it again as I ratcheted up my own force to keep up with Dave’s power. Luke began turning his head back and forth, his eyes completely closed. My breathing was getting short and fast, and Dave was emitting a string of meaningless sounds under his breath. I was nearing climax when Luke barked, “Faster.” Like a train going down a hill, our speed increased a little, then a little more, then a lot more until we were three bodies careening into each other in a chain of erotic sensation. Dave’s right hand left the wall of the hot tub, went under the water, and found Luke’s cock, stroking it up and down, helping his lover along to climax. Dave exploded into my ass first, letting loose a scream in an octave lower than I knew he could reach. As he came, his hand tightened around Luke’s cock, causing him to release his seed into the water, a small grey cloud. The excitement of their orgasms pushed me to my own. I felt the entire length and girth of my cock vibrate as I was racked with an orgasm. I clenched my ass around Dave’s cock and roared. Dave leaned around me to kiss Luke deeply and passionately. While catching their breath, the two repeated, “I love you so much,” back and forth. Realizing this was lovers’ time, I extricated myself and rested on the other side of the hot tub. After recuperating for a minute or two, Dave got off of Luke and sat next to him in the water. Luke wrapped his arm around Dave and pulled him closer. “That was intense,” I said, not entirely sure if it was time to talk again. “You don’t have to be done yet,” Dave replied. “Not if you don’t want to be.” “Oh?” I said as little as I could, wary of misstep. “It’s still Luke’s birthday, after all.” Luke whispered into Dave’s ear, and Dave nodded. He looked at me and added, “If you’re up for it, Luke has a fantasy he’d love fulfilled.” “More than a threesome in a hot tub?” “You see,” Dave continued, “Luke’s always been more athletic than the men he’s slept with. More muscular. Larger.” Dave paused for emphasis. “He’s never been with a guy who’s bigger.” He paused again and gave me his most dazzling smile. “A Big Guy.”

Chapter 14 That afternoon, Luke put me through my paces. When it was time for dinner, I didn’t feel like I was completely out of my depth anymore. I didn’t feel like a natural born soccer player, but I was pretty sure I wouldn’t embarrass myself. I just hoped I wouldn’t embarrass Luke. After a quick visit to my new boyfriend the showerhead, I walked into the locker room with a towel draped around my waist. I was surprised how many men were in the locker room considering how empty the center had seemed all day. “What’s with the crowd?” I asked Luke. “The center closes in an hour. If you don’t shower and change now, you have to walk home sweaty. So, everyone comes out of their corners and crowds up the locker room.” “I thought we were going to use the hot tub.” “I am true to my word. Al, the head security guard, loves me and lets me stay after hours. I even have this.” Luke produced a key on a ring from his pocket, swung it around his index finger, and then put it back in his pocket. As I looked for an unoccupied place to get dressed, Dave came into the locker room carrying dinner for all three of us. “We can eat in here?” I asked. “It’s against the rules, but everyone does it,” Luke said, pointing to a guy eating a peanut butter sandwich. “If we didn’t, some days we would never eat.” Without getting dressed, I sat down, joined Luke and Dave, and began to eat. I was famished. “That’s the spirit,” Luke said and joined me. Dave locked eye contact with me. “I have to say, this is my favorite outfit you’ve ever worn. It’s simply divine.” “I’m in a towel. Nothing else.” “True. It could stand improvement. You know what Coco Chanel says about perfecting an outfit,” Dave expounded. “Before you leave the house, look in the mirror and take one thing off.” I lowered my eyebrows and stuck out my chin. I threw my towel to the side. “Now it’s perfect,” Dave said with a flourish of a hand gesture. I don’t know if it was endorphins from all the exercise, the relief of finally being done for the day, or the liberation of letting my huge cock hang free in a crowded locker room, but I was in a great mood. We made our way through everything Dave brought as, one by one, the locker room cleared out, until it was just the three of us. I got up to go to the hot tub, but Luke beckoned me to sit back down. “Wait for Al to give us the go-ahead.” After another minute or two, a security guard walked into the locker room. “Time to leave, fellas,” he said. Then Luke turned to face him and waved. “Oh, hey Luke. You’ve got two fellas with you tonight?” “Chris is a friend,” Luke said. “And you know Dave.” Dave waved coquettishly. “We’re going to soak in the hot tub.” “Thanks for the heads up,” Al said, leaving the locker room. “He didn’t care that I was naked.” “He wouldn’t care if you were fucking me in the middle of the room wearing a beret,” Luke said. “We speak from experience,” Dave boasted. “He is uncharacteristically mellow for a security guard.” “He’s an uncharacteristic security guard.” Dave put a little melody on the word “uncharacteristic.” It dawned on me. “He’s gay?” “And he controls the security cameras,” Dave added. “I wonder which one he’ll be watching extra closely tonight.” With that, Dave started slowly taking off Luke’s shirt. I’d had glances of Luke naked a few times over the years—we were roommates, after all. But because he was a close friend, it felt rude to ogle. Now I had license to look. As the shirt began to rise up his torso, I saw his tight six pack—it begged to be caressed. I knew that Luke kept his hair super short, but I was surprised to learn he shaved his body too: his square pecs were smooth and shiny, his nipples soft and fleshy. When he raised his right arm to help Dave take off his shirt, the muscles of his shoulder, arm, and chest formed a small cavern in his armpit, also shaved clean. When the shirt finally came off Luke’s chest, he saw me watching him appreciatively. He flexed both biceps, and I saw Luke in a whole new light. I’d always known he was big, but he was damn big, especially for a soccer player. And ripped. “You shave?” I asked. “Dave likes me hairless,” Luke said. “Dave likes seeing every square micrometer of his boyfriend’s skin,” Dave corrected, throwing Luke’s shirt aside. Luke’s sunglasses fell to the floor and skidded. Luke bounded over to get them, and when he bent over, I saw the most glorious ass I’d ever seen in person. All the running and kicking Luke did had rounded his ass into two demi-spheres of muscular perfection, staunch and robust. The bottom flesh of his godly posterior peaked out below the fabric of his shirts. He wasn’t wearing underwear. Dave leaned over and whispered into my ear. “I dropped the sunglasses on purpose. You’re welcome.” Luke turned around slowly and put his sunglasses on. He slid his left thumb along the edge of his Adonis belt, hooked the top of his shorts, and pulled them down to the floor. Luke’s cock was not what I thought it would be. His balls were low-hangers, full and ripe. Already erect, he was a stolid six inches, but he was veiny with a deep purple head. I could tell, even from this distance, that it was incredibly rigid, almost angry. But the reveal was even more shocking. His entire crotch was hairless—at Dave’s behest—and there was a small tattoo at the base of his shaft. Luke rubbed his index finger over the tattoo, bringing the ink into stark relief. It read, “Dave.” “Your idea?” I asked Dave. “Mine,” Luke said. “I want everyone to know that I’m his.” “He got it the week after the showcase. I think it’s incredibly sweet.” Dave efficiently took off his clothes, folding them neatly and stacking them on a bench. He was just as lovely as a month ago. The same pert pecs with sandy brown hair. His abs looked more defined than I remembered. Jealous of my waist, he’d been working harder on his core. His eight inches were fully erect, and a small drop of pre was leaking from the tip. “I’ve been waiting for this all day,” Dave said with a slight growl in his voice. “We’re just soaking in a hot tub,” I responded. “Oh, Chrissy,” Dave said, floating his hand an inch from my cheek. “Sweet, dear, innocent, naïve Chrissy.” With that, he leaned in and kissed me gently and sweetly. His tongue caressed mine, and his hand ran through my hair. I pulled away quickly. Luke was right there! I turned to Luke to insist I did not instigate the kiss, when suddenly Luke was on me. His kiss was rougher than Dave’s, more abrasive and assertive. His sunglasses were cold against my face and soon fogged over. His left hand brusquely stroked my right pec, moving outwards and away until he was pinching my nipple. Dave’s hand was still running through my hair. When the kiss ended, Luke clarified. “I belong to Dave, but for tonight, he’ll share.” Dave tugged my hair slightly to get my attention. “You in?” I nodded in disbelief. Dave let go of my hair and took hold of my left hand. Luke took hold of my right. They helped me to my feet and led me to the room with the hot tub. “Happy birthday, Luke” Dave said.

Chapter 9 Victor and I danced for three songs in a row. It was close, sweaty, and intense. I love how he towered over me. Eventually, Dave and Luke saw Victor and me dancing together, so they ran over to the DJ (a friend of Dave’s) and requested a slow song. I thought Victor would be scared away, but he just held me close and rested his cheek on the top of my head. I felt peacefully enveloped by this oak tree of a man and wrapped tight by the music. I’m not even entirely sure how we ended up in a bedroom on the second floor, but we did. The slow song had ended eons ago, but we were still swaying. “You’re really not mad at me?” “I was mad, but things have been too good these past two days to stay mad.” I leaned into his chest and inhaled deeply. I could smell his cologne and sweat, and could feel the slight prickle of his chest hair as it tried to fight its way through his shirt. “Would you…” he began. “Could we…” He really didn’t know how to finish this question. “Do you want to…” He trailed off again. “What are you trying to ask, Victor?” “It just, I’ve never been with a guy before. And I really want to. And I really want it to be you. But I don’t think I can ask you because…” I interrupted him by pulling him down into a kiss. My tongue explored his mouth, and our breathing synced. I pulled back and said, “I’ll go as far as you want.” “Did you come prepared?” he asked. I walked over to the bedside table and opened the top drawer. “We’re in a male theater major’s bedroom,” I reminded him. I pulled out the supplies and tossed them on the bed. “Of course, he has lube and condoms.” “So,” he said, excited. “What do we do next?” “Generally,” I said, popping the top two buttons of my shirt, “we get naked.” Overeager, Victor whipped his polo shirt over his head and threw it to the floor. His muscles were long and well-developed. I was delighted by the curling carpet of hair on his chest. I slowly finished unbuttoning my shirt, peeled it off, adjusting slightly to accommodate my larger shoulders. The shirt slithered off my body and whispered to the floor. I walked over to him, one foot directly in front of the other, until I was squarely in front of him. I placed my face in his chest hair and slowly rubbed it back and forth, intermittently kissing one pec or the other. Victor moaned quietly, practically a purr. His hands explored the wide expanse of my back, up and down, only briefly daring to go as low as my ass for a surreptitious touch. Without taking my attention off his chest, I moved my hands to his belt buckle. I undid it in a smooth gesture, then roughly pulled it out of the loops in one quick tug. I threw it to the side and unzipped his pants. They fell down to his knees, then bunched up. He momentarily stopped our caresses to kick his shoes off and peel off his boxers, pants, and socks. He was already fully hard, a serviceable five and a half inches of surprising thickness. I stepped on the heel of my left shoe with my right foot to remove the shoe, then reversed the process for my other shoe. As I brushed my shoes to the side with my left foot while removing my belt, Victor said, “You’ve definitely done this before.” I nodded and then opened my arms wide and down to the side, inviting him to step into me. “Your pants?” he asked, a little confused. “I was hoping you’d get those for me, captain.” Victor walked over to me and tried to take off my pants. He had a little trouble getting them over my thighs, but that was to be expected with their new circumference. He had to get down on his knees for better leverage. With a little effort, he got both my underwear and jeans off. Just starting to feel the slightest buzz, I was mostly hard, but not fully erect. Already front and center, Victor took me into his mouth and gently encircled my cock with his tongue. Soon, I was fully hard. Victor released me and, short of breath commented, “You’re pretty big, Chris. I was hoping you’d be on top, but now…” There was a note of fear in his voice. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” I reminded him. “We can just hold each other.” “I want to at least try. But go slow.” He leaned over the side of the bed, exposing himself to me. I leaned over and began stroking and caressing his ass, licking it gently, applying some of the lube, inserting and removing a finger, slowly working his hole. He moaned and gripped at the sheet, enjoying the process. I kept working him until he was primed. I coaxed my cock into a condom and slipped Victor over, pushing him a little further back on the bed so he didn’t lose his balance. “I want to look into your eyes as we do this. Cool?” “Cool.” His breath was catching, and his dick looked ready to explode. “Just keep doing it the way you’re doing it.” I held my cockhead against his hole until it opened up for me. With the first little thrust, Victor’s entire body tensed, but he didn’t cum. “Just relax and breathe,” I told him. “Relax and breathe. This isn’t a race, and I don’t want to hurt you. Relax and breathe.” I held my cock where it was, leaned over, and began kissing his torso until he dissolved and relaxed. Then, I continued pushing my length in. As this was his first time, I didn’t expect the whole seven inches to fit, but Victor, the champion athlete he was, took me to the hilt. When I bottomed out, I let him know, and he smiled. “Now the fun can really begin,” I said as I began thrusting in and out. I held one arm on his shoulder, the other twisted in his chest hair. Victor writhed each time my head prodded his prostate. Quickly, he came, spurting a milky load all over himself. Before I could even check in with him, he said, “Keep going. I want you to finish too.” I kept going, my rhythm getting faster and faster, until finally, I felt my cockhead swell. “I’m about to cum,” I told him. He nodded, still breathing raggedly. That time, when I thrust in, my whole body shook in orgasm. I held Victor’s shoulder tighter and pulled on his chest hair as my ass clenched and I bellowed uncontrollably. I collapsed into him, and before I could even remove myself, he asked me, “Can we go again?” Athletes. I nodded and reached over for a new condom. With my full length still inside of him, he said, “Thanks, Big Guy.” That same burst of pleasure radiated through my body. Coming so soon after an orgasm, I rocked back and forth for a moment before it subsided. I looked down to see what five more pounds looked like on my body, but my body looked exactly the same. Maybe it didn’t work through latex? But I’d felt growth. Maybe it worked differently during sex? Confused, I looked closer. Something had happened, but what? “What is it, Big Guy?” Victor asked. My head flew back as I filled with more erotic bliss and felt myself spool out a little further. But still, no new muscle. I didn’t know what was happening until I looked down at my cock. I had been fully inside him, but now two full, thick inches stuck out of him. I slid out of him a little, not all the way, just a little. I could feel all nine inches of my cock tingle with sexual anticipation. With one eyebrow raised, I smirked and said, “Say that one more time.” “Say what?” “You know,” I said. He grinned knowingly. “Big Guy.”

Chapter 4 I knew they were attached at the hip. Luke grabbed Dave into the room and closed the door behind him. “How much did you see?” Luke asked. “Every last drop of it,” Dave replied, eyeing me up and down. “I held the door open a crack and watched the whole thing unobserved. It was practically Shakespearean.” “How’d you even open the door?” I asked. “It was locked.” “I gave him a key,” Luke said. “I didn’t think you’d mind. He’s here almost every night.” Dave strutted over to me and got in inch from my face. “And now I think I’m going to be here every night.” “I’m right here, babe,” Luke interjected. Dave turned around to look at his boyfriend. Then back at me. Then back at his boyfriend. “You’re hotter,” he said to Luke. He went over to his Luke and wrapped his arm around his waist. “I got distracted by the new and shiny.” Luke didn’t break the embrace but did pull away a little. “Forgive me?” Dave said and kissed Luke’s neck. Luke blushed a bright scarlet and pushed him away. “Alright, alright. Just keep your tongue in your head.” Dave looked back at me. “But there are so many new places to put it.” He circled me like a wolf surveying its prey. “How do you even fit in those clothes?” He was right. I looked like a stuffed sausage. I’d always been a small fellow, so I bought my clothes in sizes like small and extra small. Putting on 20 pounds in a day had forced my clothes into shapes they were not designed for. My shoulders had pulled my shirt so tight that my newly-present pecs were forcing the front of the shirt to pucker. My biceps, though still humble, had grown large enough to force the insufficient sleeves to begin to ride up. My jeans were the bigger issue. I liked those a bit tighter than my shirts, so my thighs and ass were filling them out dangerously. If I bent over suddenly, something would have to give. “I grew into them.” “You’re growing out of them,” Dave rejoindered. Luke tried to help, offering, “If you’re going to be bigger, you’re going to need bigger clothes.” Dave’s eyes flashed, and then he shook with excitement like a little kid. “Shopping! Yes! We need to go shopping!” “Shopping?” I said bluntly. “Aren’t either of you curious how I’m growing?” “It’s a gift horse, Chrissy,” Dave said, patting my cheek. “You don’t look for its mouth.” Luke chimed in with, “It’d be like asking how much a Christmas present cost.” I shrugged in defeat, causing the seams of my shirt to struggle just a little. “Oh yeah, buddy,” Luke said, practically moaning. “Do that again.” “I just shrugged. “ “Yes, but with 20 pounds of extra beef and a super tight t-shirt, it was fucking sexy,” Luke pointed out. So, I shrugged. Dave began circling me again, looking me up and down. This time, he looked more like a demolition expert deciding where to plant the dynamite. He had one finger on his lips, and his other hand was moving through the air, pointing at different parts of my body and drawing invisible lines. After thirty seconds, he stopped moving and let out a disappointed harrumph. “Well, I support the choice of tight jeans, but this,” he grabbed my t-shirt. “Can you explain this?” “Your Luke wears t-shirts all the time.” “Luke is an athlete. It’s part of his look.” “Thanks, babe,” Luke echoed. Dave scrutinized me closely. “What even is your look?” I stood there silent. “As I thought. It’s not completely unsalvageable, but since we’re buying bigger clothes anyway, I suggest a full makeover.” “What?” I ventured, but Dave wasn’t listening. “To start with, until you get a tan, I’d stay away from bright colors. Dark blues, dark purples. You’re going to want wear something like a Henley, anything to draw as much attention to your shoulders and chest. Maybe dress shirts—something with a collar—and a navy blazer because that goes with most everything. And, for God’s sake, Chrissy. Sneakers? Are you a cat burglar? No. You need some nice brogues, like an Oxford. Or a short boot. Maybe something suede.” Then, under his breath, he added, “But I don’t know if I can trust you with suede yet.” After that litany, I stood there stunned. When my senses came back to me, all I could manage was, “I can’t afford all of that.” “Well, of course I’m paying,” Dave said. “You teach me chemistry, I teach you style.” Luke coughed lightly to get our attention, then said, “Uh, babe? You described your clothes.” Dave looked down at his eggplant purple dress shirt, tight jeans, and suede chukkas. “So, I did.” He shrugged. “Now that he’s put on a little mass, we do have similar body types. I mean, we’re about the same height, similar noses, same eye color…” A mischievous grin crawled across Dave’s face. “Would you be willing to go blond?” “What? Why?” “I’ve got that showcase tomorrow night…” he trailed off. Luke, who clearly knew something I didn’t, beamed broadly and said, “That’d be so hot.” “What about the showcase?” I said. “We’re all going.” “My scene partner backed out.” “And?” “And, it’s a scene about an alcoholic confronting his mirror image.” It took me a second to process what he was hinting at, but as soon as I had it, I exploded. “No. Definitely not.” “Why not?” “I’ve never acted a day in my life.” “Yeah, but you can command a crowd. I’ve seen it at every party and karaoke night we’ve been to. Half of acting is confidence and stage presence.” “I don’t know the lines.” Luke scoffed. “A smart guy like you could learn them in an afternoon.” I felt trapped in a corner. I only saw one way out: appeal to Dave’s ego. “Even if I wanted to do it—even if—there’s no way I could copy your smile. Tom Cruise couldn’t copy your smile.” “True.” Dave smiled in agreement. “But there’s no smiling in this scene, Chrissy. It’s a sad scene.” I backed away from Dave, accidentally kicking the scale. “Okay, sure, I’ve gotten bigger, but you’ve still got 10 pounds on me. Maybe more like 20. Easily.” Dave took a step forward to bridge the distance. He gingerly placed his right hand on my cheek and said, “That’s easy enough to fix, Big Guy.” Racked with a cascade of pleasure, I felt my body surge a bit bigger. My chest blossomed a little more prominently, my arms felt constrained by the sleeves. The seams near my shoulders started to stretch. If my jeans had been tight before, now they were second skin. “You in?” I acquiesced. Dave deftly stepped around me and stood on the scale. All three of us looked down at the number together: 148. “Two more times oughta do it,” Luke said. “Want to do it together?” Dave teased. The thought hadn’t occurred to Luke. “God, yes,” he said. “We don’t know that’ll work,” I said. Sure, I liked being bigger, and I liked the attention, but this! This was too much all at once. “One way to find out,” Dave said, putting his hand on my right shoulder. Luke put his hand on my left shoulder. At the same time, they both looked at me and said, “Big Guy.”

Chapter 3 Walking back to my room was a revelation. I could no longer deny it; I was growing. Every part of my body made it clear with new sights and sensations. I could feel my ass move in my pants. Whenever I walked up an incline, I could feel it bunch and the denim of my jeans stretch a little in an attempt to accommodate. My shoulders, while not a mile wide, were noticeably bigger. My shirt was being pulled away from me. If I moved too quickly, I would get a little peek of my midriff. I had never felt sexier. The climb up to my room compounded every sensation. I never knew how much my ass was involved in going up a flight of stairs until I had more ass to use. I actually went all the way down to the bottom of the stairs just so I could climb it twice. The four flights up to my room had never winded me or exhausted me, I was in decent enough shape, but it had also never been this easy. Or thrilling. When I got to my room, I locked the door behind me. I had no idea when Luke was getting home from the gym, and I wanted a good warning. As soon as I was convinced that I wouldn’t be interrupted, I shucked off all my clothes, practically in one fluid motion. I was bigger, but I wasn’t so big that my clothes stuck. Luke had a full body mirror on the inside of his closet door, so I was able to look at myself from head down to toes. I was hot. I was no longer just a straight line. My body looked like a man’s body. I was still small by most definitions of small, but I was used to looking practically two-dimensional. Now, I felt like a giant. When I flexed my arm, a noticeable bicep formed. When I rubbed my flat stomach, there was resistance, and—maybe I was kidding myself—the faintest ridges. I had to check, so I flexed my stomach, and a four pack came into slight relief. I couldn’t stop myself from beaming as I looked at every inch of my body. My legs didn’t look anemic, but rather looked like I was a recreational runner. My chest was no longer concave, but rather looked like I was a routine swimmer. My arms, the part of myself I had always been most insecure about, no longer looked like twigs, but rather like I could throw a football back and forth with the guys. I remembered back in high school when everyone was going through puberty, I just got taller and hairier. Everyone else’s body changed shape. Some people, like Luke, had bodies that fairly exploded into male pulchritude. For the first time in my life, I looked at my body and saw that I was a man. I felt manly. I had to see how much I weighed. I’d been roughly 110 pounds since I turned 18. No matter how much I worked out, no matter how much I ate, I stayed a pretty consistent 110. I pulled out Luke’s scale (the one he thought I didn’t know about) and jumped on it. It was a weird electronic one with a lot of options I didn’t fully understand, but as it blinked and twinkled, the number on the display swirled in red circles. After a second or two, a number popped up. 125. That had to be wrong. 15 pounds? People don’t spontaneously gain 15 pounds. I stepped off and back on. It still said 125. I turned the thing off and on again. Maybe it needed to recalibrate. It still said 125. Maybe it was skewed heavier to boost Luke’s ego. So, I grabbed one of his free weights that had 25 pounds written on the side. The scale said it weighed 25 pounds. The scale was accurate. I weighed 125 pounds. In the course of one morning, I had somehow gained 15 pounds. This was fantastic. I had never felt like more of a sexual being. Leaving the scale out, I went back to Luke’s mirror. The more I examined every square inch of my body, the more my cock wanted to come into play. I wrapped my hand around my full seven inches. Even my hand felt stronger on my cock. I started to stroke myself, getting off on my own reflection, when I heard the doorknob turn. “Seriously, buddy?” Luke said from the other side of the door. I dashed to the other side of the room to put my clothes back on, skipping my underwear because I wouldn’t have enough time. Luke was audibly rustling through his bag for his key. I had my pants on and buttoned when I heard Luke enter his key into the lock. I threw my t-shirt on over my head and crashed into my desk chair just in time for Luke to open the door. “Back so soon?” I asked. Luke was freshly showered and in new clothes, his cheeks still red from earlier exertion. He had gotten in a full workout. But I’d just seen him ten minutes ago, right? I glanced at my alarm clock. I had been staring at myself for over an hour. I used to mock Dave for doing things like that, and now I was doing them. “Why’d you lock the door?” Just as Luke asked the question, he happened to look down at my crotch and saw my hard-on pressed against the fabric of my pants. “Oh, right,” he said. “I need to rub one out too when I’m feeling sexy.” “That’s not why I locked the door.” Luke shook his head, closed the door, and put his bag down on his bed. “It’s cool, buddy. I don’t care. We all do it. Hell, I did it in the shower at the gym.” “Dave wasn’t there to help you finish off?” “We aren’t attached at the hip.” I took my in. “So, you’re alone.” I got up and locked the door. I couldn’t hide my growth any longer, and I needed to tell someone about what was happening to me. Luke, the skeptic of the group, could help me explain it to everyone else. Luke completely misinterpreted my actions. “Look, I’m flattered, but Dave and I haven’t had the whole ‘open relationship’ talk yet, and…” I cut him off. “I’m not trying to seduce you. I need confirmation.” “Of what?” “That I’m not going crazy.” I took a breath and finally asked, “Do I look bigger?” “Yeah, you do. We went over this by the cart. I guess you have been working out. Good for you.” “No, I haven’t been. And yet, I’ve put on 15 pounds.” “If this is some kind of fantasy role play…” I interrupted him again. “I’m not trying to seduce you, Luke.” Luke sat on his computer chair. “Okay. This isn’t your sense of humor, so this isn’t a joke. If this isn’t a seduction, then you must think this is actually true.” “It is true.” Luke pointed to his scale. “Is that why this is out?” “Yes. I’m up 15 pounds.” He slid the scale closer to me with his foot. “You’ve been 110 since high school, right? Weigh yourself in front of me.” I stepped on the scale, and it registered 125. Luke shoved me off. “Why’d you fuck with my scale?” “I didn’t.” “Yeah, right. We’ll see.” He got on the scale himself. “I weighed myself at the gym, and I know I’m 172.” The scale agreed with him. “How are you growing if you’re not working out?” “I think it happens whenever someone calls me Big Guy.” “Really?” Luke said flatly, unconvinced. “There’s an easy way to test this.” A smirk slowly spread across Luke’s face. “So, this is some fantasy role play shit after all.” “No. Look, just call me Big Guy.” Luke sighed. After a needlessly long pause, he said, “Big Guy.” Nothing happened. After a few seconds, Luke said, “Nice try, but Dave and I are monogamous, at least for now.” Something wasn’t right. I flashed back to Victor and James. What was different? Insight. “You have to touch me!” I practically shouted. “What?” “When Victor and James made me grow, they were both touching me.” I grabbed Luke’s arm and put his hand on my shoulder. “Call me Big Guy one more time while touching my shoulder, and if nothing happens, I’ll let it go.” Resignedly, Luke let out, “If it’ll make you happy. Big Guy.” My skin tingled over with ripples of sheer ecstasy. For a moment, I was just rolling with the feeling, then I was back to reality, and my clothes were uncomfortably tight. I was too big for them. “What was that?” Luke asked. “Was that a trick? You swelled up a little right in front of me.” I brushed Luke’s arm off my shoulder and stepped back on the scale. It read 130. “That was five more pounds,” I said, pointing to the scale. Luke looked to confirm. Our door room door opened. Dave stood there, his smile wider than I’d ever seen it. “That was hot.”

Chapter 2 The cart was the best place to get coffee and snacks on campus. It’s this little kiosk in front of the library. When we got breakfast, we’d always get it from the cart and then either sit at one of the picnic tables or on the grass. When I showed up, Dave and Luke were already sitting on the grass, Dave’s head in Luke’s lap. “What took you so long?” Dave asked, goofy smile spreading across his face. Dave’s smile was his biggest asset. His toned body, his perfectly styled blond hair, his clothes—those he worked at, almost to the point of vanity. His smile, though, was winning and natural, a movie star’s smile if ever there was one. I sat down on the ground, tossing my bag by the nearest tree. “How did you get here before me?” “I left when you did.” “You could’ve tried to learn the material without me.” Dave laughed. Still in his boyfriend’s lap, he replied, “I only took chem ‘cause I knew you’d help me. Studying gives me wrinkles.” I adjusted myself on the grass. My pants felt unusually tight around my ass, and the bottom of my shirt kept riding up, not enough to show flesh, but enough to be mildly frustrating. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Luke asked. “You sounded a little weird on the phone.” He ran his fingers through Dave’s hair as he spoke to me. “I was in a bathroom.” Luke and I knew had the same hometown. We’d been friends since middle school, and most of his personality hadn’t changed since then. He was always dressed in tight shorts and a t-shirt, even in winter. He had great legs and a great ass, and was not afraid of showing either off. He kept his brown hair super short so he didn’t have to fuss with it, and he usually hid his brown eyes behind a pair of sunglasses, but today was slightly overcast, so he left the glasses tethered to his shirt collar. Before college, Luke and I had been friends, but we really didn’t run in the same circles. Luke was on the soccer team and had all the jock friends. I was captain of the science club and hung out with all the stoners in the AV club. We weren’t exactly sure how our friendship survived the cliquishness of high school, but we’d entered college closer than ever. In fact, we decided to be roommates freshman year so we wouldn’t have to play roommate roulette. Three years later, we were still roommates. “No, there’s something different,” Luke insisted. Dave smiled. “Little Chrissy’s been working out.” “What? No!” I insisted. “Really?” Dave asked, sitting up. “Hmm.” He appraised me. “No, I guess maybe not. You looked a little bigger when I was lying down.” Luke faked a whimper. “My lap’s cold.” Dave made an obsequious half-bow. “Where are my manners?” He put his head back on Luke’s thigh. Luke returned his attention to me. “You do look good today. New shirt?” “I wear this shirt all the time.” While the three of us had been talking, James came over and sat down. In one hand, he had a to-go cup of coffee. In the other, he had a bagel in a bowl. “Did you know they make toast-flavored donuts?” he asked. “It’s called a bagel, James,” Luke said. James smiled brightly. “Right. It was a joke. A joke about bagels.” I never knew when James was joking. As James took his first bite, he turned to look at me. “Chris!” He sounded genuinely surprised. “I’ve been here the whole time.” “You weren’t you from behind.” I shook my head. “Everyone says I look good today. Maybe that’s what you saw.” “No. You were a you who wasn’t you, you know?” Luke shook his head. “You following this, buddy?” he asked me. “When James gets like this, I need a translator.” “He didn’t recognize me.” “That’s what he said?” James nodded. “Why, what did you think I said?” Luke chuckled and returned his attention back to me. “Dave said Victor talked to you in chem lecture and then you ran away. I want details.” The whole time we spoke, Luke kept stroking Dave’s hair. Dave, who was enjoying his Luke’s ministrations, had closed his eyes. Looking half-asleep, he chimed in: “Dave said Chris ran away holding a bag in front of his crotch.” James returned his bagel to its bowl. “Really?” “Have you guys heard of that ASMR stuff?” “Nope,” James said. Luke, however, had. “Those web videos of people whispering into microphones and crinkling paper and stuff?” “Exactly.” Dave smiled and opened his eyes. “I did one of those videos once. Got forty thousand hits the first day.” “Good for you, babe,” Luke in a playfully dismissive way. “But we’re talking about Chris.” “Right. Sorry. Go ahead,” Dave said as he closed his eyes again. I recounted the whole story to the guys, and they seemed convinced that I was, in fact, fine. James leaned in really close. His right pec brushed my shoulder. It was firm and forceful. He whispered into my ear, “Is this what does it for you?” It felt nice, but not in the same way it had back in class. “Very funny, James.” He leaned back and continued to eat his bagel. “I try.” “I think the part that really got me going was that he called me Big Guy.” “He called you Big Guy?” Dave said with a slightly cutting tone. “I know he was being sarcastic. Like calling a bald guy Curly, but I liked it when he called me Big Guy.” “Whatever floats your boat,” Luke said. He patted Dave’s head to indicate he was about to stand up. “If there is no crisis, then I’m going to go the gym. Some of the guys from the team are getting in an extra workout.” Dave’s eyes bolted open. “Can I come watch?” “Sure, babe,” Luke said with a small laugh. They got up and walked away, throwing a wave when they got as far as the library. When it was just the two of us, James locked eyes with me. “I like it.” “Like what?” “I like it all. I like that he apologized to you, that you got your rocks off without ruining your pants, and that you look really hot today.” “Well, thanks, James,” I said. “That is a weird way of wording it.” “I mean it,” he said, standing up. Before he left, he affectionately rubbed my back for a second and said, “Keep it up, Big Guy.” Then he walked away. I felt that same euphoric wave wash over me. After a few seconds, I was back to normal, but all my clothes were even tighter.

Chapter 1 I was dreading chemistry class. He was going to be there: Victor. He was the asshole who rejected me so hard I cried by the dumpsters. It was a couple of days after he rejected me, and I just was not looking forward to seeing his smug face. But I was a chem major, so I wasn’t going to let him chase me out of a class I needed to graduate. I made sure to get to class early so I could get an unobtrusive seat in the back row. I normally sat down front next to Dave, but he’d forgive me for ditching him today. Chem lecture was in one of those auditorium-style classrooms with about 100 students. Chem lab, where we practiced what we learned in lecture, were much smaller 15-20 student groups. Since Victor and I didn’t have the same lab, I might be able to avoid him in the crowd. I blend into a crowd. Victor really stands out. He’s captain of the basketball team. Hell, part of what drew me to him was that he’s seven inches taller than me—tall men just do it for me. And when the captain of the basketball team came out as bi, I thought I finally had a chance with him. Unfortunately, I was very, very wrong. So now, I was hiding in chem class. If I just hid well enough, I doubted he’d seek me out. As class began, I didn’t see Victor or his beautiful face anywhere. Maybe he skipped lecture today. That would really be the best outcome. I took out my notebook and began taking notes. It was ten minutes into class when things went haywire. I was in the back row, but there was a walkway behind that. There must have been a door back there I’d never seen. I was innocently listening to the professor and taking notes when I felt a large hand on my shoulder. I looked over my shoulder and saw Victor. His bright brown eyes, his perfectly coifed hair, his taut body, and a tuft of chest hair peeking out from the collar of his polo shirt. “Hey, Big Guy,” he cooed. I swooned. I didn’t even mind the ironic nickname. He was so close to me, and so handsome, and the physical contact. A shiver of pure bliss overtook my whole body. “Victor,” I managed to say. This was followed by an overly long, uncomfortable pause. “I’m trying to take notes.” “I see that,” he said. He leaned in closer so his mouth was right up against my ear. “I’m sorry I was so terrible the other day. It’s just, I’m fresh out of the closet. College athletes are among the biggest homophobes I’ve ever met. If you’d asked me in private, I would’ve taken you down gently. But you asked me in public, and I freaked out.” “That’s okay,” I lied. I just wanted him to keep talking. His whispers were warm and welcoming, and if I’d been standing, my knees would’ve buckle. “It’s not okay. I’m new to all of this. I still don’t want to go out with you, but you didn’t deserve that.” “Thanks.” “We good, Big Guy?” Again, my body shook in a wave of pleasure. Was that… did I just orgasm? From him whispering in my ear? I couldn’t have just spontaneously jizzed myself in front of the captain of the basketball team. Not while he was trying to apologize. “We good,” I whispered. I brushed his hand off my shoulder, grabbed my books, and raced out of the room through the back door I’d never seen before. I fled to the nearest bathroom, ducking over in a vain attempt to hide my crotch. When I got to the bathroom, I threw my books down and locked myself in a stall. I bent over to survey the damage. I was dry as a bone. And I wasn’t even at half-mast. Was this one of those ASMR things I’d heard about online? I’d never experienced one before, but if that’s what this was, I would start watching all of those videos all the time. I left the stall and went to wash my face and hands. When I looked up and saw myself in the mirror, I did a double take. I looked good. I looked real good. I had a glow about me; I looked healthier. The lighting in this bathroom was amazing. Even my clothes looked better: they didn’t completely hang off my body. Next time I had a date, I was getting ready in this bathroom. While I was admiring myself in the mirror, my phone rang. Thankful I wasn’t in the lecture when that happened, I answered it. “Hey, Luke. What’s up?” “Chris, buddy! Dave saw you hightail it out of chemistry.” “How’d he tell you so fast?” “He texted me. He always texts me during chem lecture.” “Ah, no wonder he needs my notes.” “What can I say? He can’t be without me for more than fifteen minutes.” I rolled my eyes. As much as I was encouraged by the nascent romance between Luke and David, their lovey-dovey phase was a touch obsessive. “Why did you call?” “Checking in on my buddy. You need to talk? Dave says Victor cornered you.” “Was he paying attention to the lecture at all?” “Of course not. That’s why he sits next to you.” I laughed. Dave need a science class to graduate. Any science class. He was a theater major and thought it would hurt his craft to actually learn anything like math or chemistry. I redirected. “Well, I’m good. Victor apologized for dumping me so spectacularly.” “Cool. Late breakfast?” I could tell from his tone that he was unconvinced. “Sure,” I said, admiring myself once more. “Awesome. Dave and James will meet us at the cart.” “Chem lecture lasts for another hour.” “And if you’re not there, he has no reason to be.” “True. See you at the cart.”

Unwilling Chapter 3 People started to filter out of the gallery; it was getting close to 2 am. The show went very well, and I had sold a total of ten paintings, seven to Martin VanSemec and three to a giant guy. He was quite a guy. After Jess and Davis made their wild exit, I met the gentleman that bought the other three. Tina walked me up to him just as the caterers were clearing the tables. "I'm sorry I got here late to your show, but I am glad I was able to buy the ones I wanted." The handsome giant said. "Thank you so much for coming, and it is a pleasure to meet you," I answered as I craned my neck up to see his face. He was a big one, about 9'6" with a chest so big I had to step back to get the right angle to be able to see his mouth move. "Thank you for inviting me. I'm Willis Stone; you have probably seen me on the internet." “I know who you are, I have seen your bodybuilding clips, and you are much bigger in person.” He shifted his stance, then without warning, lifted me up, spun me around and placed me gently on one of the conversation platforms that brought me closer up to his height. “There, that’s much better for you and me!” After I regained my composure, I realized the view from here was much better. “So are you going to put the paintings in your house?" I was trying to make small talk. "No, actually I am going to put them at my private workout club out at the lake, I have a kind of spa out there where us big boys can move around more freely if you catch my drift." I looked back at him hypnotized by his incredible face, and long brown hair draped over mountain traps and boulders for delts. “I got that drift loud and clear.” I grinned back at him. Willis looked at his watch, probably the most massive watch I have ever seen wrapped around a wrist a thick as my leg. “I gotta go, but I WILL see you again." He pulled me in for a bear hug, then his one hand slid down my back and completely engulfed my entire ass, and then gave it a really hard squeeze. "You got it!" I croaked as I was in a trance. He walked away; his ass was two muscle mounds packed tight in dress pants, every shift of each side jiggling slightly, his monstrous thighs bowing out each side trying to move past each other. “Linus…Linus!” Tina snapped her finger in front of my face. “Anyone home?” “Oh, Tina! Sorry I was just…” “Just about to attach yourself to Willis Stone’s ass, is what you were going to do.” "Well Tina, it looks like it would be a great place to live!" I walked home at 2 am, the city was still busy with bars and restaurants crowded for a great Friday night. I tried to remember what this place looked like before guys got big. The changes were very subtle overall. Storefronts of newer buildings were redone with 15’ high doors. Resuarants had larger tables and chairs put in sections. Older buildings were adjusted as much as they could, others left for historical reasons, and big boys had to do the twist and bend to get in them. Walking down the street, the crowds looked different, instead of maybe seeing a one very tall guy towering overhead of a crowd walking down the street, now there were groups of giants, ranging from 7’ to 8’ among the regs. Then rarely the big score guys like Willis, Davis or Jess looming over the crowd. But overall the height of the groups stayed the same; you just saw an outcropping here and there of the giants. They liked hanging with each other in public; they seemed to feed off each other's height. They also were more physical with us regs. They seemed to enjoy getting in close to us, picking us up at random, giving bear hugs. And this was with the straight giants also. Walking and talking with these guys was a challenge as they moved through space differently. All of them had a lumbering quality; trying to speak to a head 8 to 9 feet in the air while you were trying to have a conversation was impossible. Walking and talking with these beasts was one of my pet peeves. I always asked the massive dude in that situation to stop to talk, or sit down and talk. I never dated a giant; I guess after tonight I could date one. Willis was a walking dream. I could not get him out of my head. I got to my place, went into the lobby and called the elevator. It was quiet in my building. As I got closer to my 4th floor, I heard a slight growling, rumbling sound. I thought the elevator was making that sound. Then the noise stopped. The doors slid open, the soft tone came. I was bushed; I could not wait to get to bed. Then the low growling sound sounded from the far side of the loft from Jess' bed area. I became concerned and wondered what it was. Slowly I walked across the loft space about 50 feet and came to the hanging panels that portioned off Jess' enormous makeshift bed of four California king mattresses. It was dark over here, only the light from the street lights below dimly lit the area. I peeked around the panel. There were two monstrous forms. Naked and grunting and growling. It was a spectacle of massive muscle forms intertwined moving rhythmically. Hits of glistening sweat on the muscles would shimmer quickly in the available light. One form was on the bed on elbows and knees, the other with cock inserted in the bottom forms huge ass. I just gasped. Both forms instantly froze. Both turned their heads towards me. The larger one pulled out of the mega ass then slowly stood up and up. It was Davis. He turned and cracked his neck and slowly engulfed his huge cock in one hand, pulled it and let it go. It slapped hard against his wide muscled waist. In two huge steps, he was in front of me, his cock right up against his belly, above me. He stepped in closer. His huge grapefruit sized balls hung just above my forehead. Jess was still in the position that accepted Davis giant cock. He was on his elbows but looking at me. He did not move a muscle. Davis softly took my hand, completely covering it, and slowly lead me to the bed. Jess reached out with one hand and gently pulled me next to him, then Davis and he guided me under Jess like I was going beneath a mack truck. My head was now just below Jess’ equally humungous cock. It was hard and tight up against his cobbled distended muscle gut. I reached up and started caressing it. Davis now was back in position, slowly pumping away, groaning. Jess began to moan and growl low. I was under over half a ton of man, with almost a ton of man joining in. I just let myself go. I leaned up propping myself on my elbows and began licking the underside of Jess' pipeline sized shaft. As soon as I did the growl became louder. This was the growl I heard in the elevator. Davis pumped harder; I licked and sucked faster. Jess was in pure ecstasy. Davis stared slapping the behemoth ass cheeks of jess, and the vibration traveled through his body, and I could feel it on my mouth as I caressed his dick. Davis was pumping faster, and I knew Jess was going to blow soon. I put as much of my mouth against Jess' huge balls and started licking furiously, My dick a steel rod and I could not keep it from spewing any longer. Davis yelled and shot his load, Jess shuddered and blasted all over my lower torso, and I blew my load into Jess' brick muscled stomach. Then they collapsed on each other, forgetting that I was the bottom of the pile. Suddenly I had a giant cock and balls pressed against my face and was being smothered by Davis’ and Jess' weight combined. For a moment it was nice, then I realized I could not breathe. I started slapping the side of Jess' titanic muscle gut like I was banging on the hull of a ship. In one swift per move Davis rolled onto the bed, Jess grabbed me and rolled over, and I ended in between them in a cloud of man sex smell. We all were breathing heavily. “So, Harold told me he saw you guys kiss at a coffee shop. What’s that all about?” I asked a matter of factly.

Thank you for all the kind words and the warm welcome! Here is Chapter 2 Unwilling Chapter 2 I settled in with Harold next to me, and the two goofballs became entranced with the tv, watching "Top Gun" for the millionth time. Harold started discussing his ex-boyfriend as of yesterday. He also seemed still antsy from the Jess and Davis “let’s eat him” show. "I liked him, Linus. He was sweet and kind, but for some reason the last two weeks he seemed off. I asked him if anything was wrong, but he said no. Then yesterday I went by his house and told me that he was seeing another guy. A giant. Can you believe it? The reason we met was that he did not want to date giants, and now he tells me he's fallen for one. It just sucks. I thought he would be the one". I put my arm around Harold and tried to comfort him. "There are a lot of regs out there Harold; the odds are with you. What is it, seventy percent of the guys are regs, only thirty percent are giants. You will find a guy. You really will." I asked Harold if he wanted a snack, and he offered to go to the kitchen area of the loft with me. When we got to the dividing panels from the living room, he grabbed my arm and pulled me behind one of the panels. "Linus, are Jess and Davis gay?" I was flabbergasted. "What, Gay? Are you kidding? "Linus, I could not tell you when we were out there on the couch with them, but when I went to the assholes house to be dumped, I saw something. He lives clear on the other side of town. After he gave me the dump speech, I left and walked to my car and passed a coffee shop. Davis and Jess were in there!" "Ok, they were having coffee on the other side of town. So that makes them gay?" "No," Harold whispered looking around quickly. "They were sitting down at one of the giant tables. From where I was outside I could see Jess had his hand on Davis' crotch. He was getting in there." I gulped. “Harold, I don’t know what to say. This is huge for them to turn out gay, pardon the pun. So how long were they doing that?” “About ten minutes. Then they went out the back door. I went around the back and peeked over the patio planter. They held each other's hand and then Jess got in there an planted a huge deep one on Davis. Then they left going separate ways.” My mind was reeling. These two guys that I had for roommates for four years in college, these guys that had every chick lined up to smash every night of the week, these guys were gay? I was having trouble even thinking. I knew things got weird after they took the drug. They exploded. Some of the chicks stopped coming around, Davis said that his cock was getting too big for them to have sex, then when they got to the final size, it was infrequent that the chicks came around, but there were still some that did. I assumed that Jess and Davis concocted some workaround for their giant dicks to please the women and get their pleasure. “Harold, whatever you do, do not tell them that you told me anything. Is that a deal?” Harold was peeking around the panel and snapped his head back. “Yes. I promise. I grabbed a bag of chips, and we went back over to the tv couches. Davis got up stretched his massive frame and said he was going home, Jess stretched out and flexed his huge arms and snuggled deeper into the couch with his back to the tv. I sat next to Harold and held his hand till the movie ended, and then Harold called it a night and left. It was getting late, so I did my bathroom stuff and went back out into the living room area, and snoring like a buzzsaw on the couch was Jess. I poked him a couple of times with no response. I sat down on the chair opposite him; he had his colossal back to me, his head buried in the pillows. I thought about him and Davis being gay. I loved that they could be; I hoped that I would be the one that they would come out to. I stared at Jess' body my eyes starting at his size 42 sneakers. Huge heavy things, they were like picking up a weight at the gym when I moved them in the loft. Then up to his calves, they were colossal bulbous muscles that looked like melons under smooth, perfect skin. His thighs, from this perspective, were tree trunk size, full and packed up to the ass line of his spectacular ass checks. They were two massive beachballs of perfectly shaped muscle, the seams of his compression shorts delineating their enormous size. Farther up was his wide muscular waist, then a quick transition to a back as full as a garage door, his one top arm with its massive horseshoe triceps fighting for room with his gargantuan lat muscle. His other side was buried deep in the couch from his colossal weight. I became disappointed for a moment. I remembered all those times watching him and Davis expand before me daily, every day waking up and seeing another part of their anatomy line up with my eyes, sitting across from them while they were in a feeding mode: stuffing everything and anything they could in their mouths to get energy, and the whole time me hiding my rock hard erections and wishing they were gay. But now they were. How do I breach the subject though? How would that happen? Should I make it happen? I kept my new information to myself. For the next week, I was swamped, and Jess was out frequently working out and getting ready for Giant Football League tryouts. He was going to try out for the city team, The Behemoths. He would eat about 20 pounds of food in the morning then split. I was busy with the second big show of my paintings and was on the phone with my fussy agent all the time. The night of the show came, and I had invited Harold and Jess and Davis of course. I had to buy dress slacks for Jess with a dress shirt and tie; I told him he could not wear spandex workout pants and a muscle shirt to the show. We all walked the short distance to the gallery. Davis looked great in a suit tailored for him; he had one made just for this, the financial firm he worked at was casual, so he was miffed he had to outlay some serious cash for a huge suit. The gallery had a big crowd, I was scared that nobody would attend, but my agent said it was one of the biggest show openings she had seen. I never was famous, but now had to play the part of a renowned artist. I walked around the galleries and spoke to as many people as I could. My agent had the great idea to have large platforms installed so regs could go up about four feet, stand on a platform and have a somewhat face to face with the giant guys that showed up. I noticed Davis and Jess were hanging around close to one another, a sight not lost on Harold as he would come up and whisper, “See?” The music was good, people were having fun, the large platforms were working as intended. Then my agent came up with the great news. “You are now a multimillionaire!” she gushed. “What? You sold some paintings?” I was happy as could be! “Some? Some darling? Try SEVEN. I sold seven!” She exclaimed. "Tina, you are precious! I love you!" I kissed her cheek and gave her a big hug. “I want you to meet the person who bought them!” Tina grabbed my arm and pulled me across the gallery. We stopped in front of a very, very short man, maybe 4'6" and about 40 years old. "Hello, Linus! It's a pleasure to meet you. I love your paintings. I'm Martin Van Semec.” I held out my hand, "It is a pleasure to meet you Mr. Van Semec and thanks you for enjoying and buying my paintings!" "I already know where they are going. Six are going to my corporate HQ, and one is going to my private residence. I can't wait to get them up". “That is fantastic! I would love to see them at you HQ.” I added. "Well, that's a plan. Come over this Friday, and I will have them installed, and you can see, also call me Martin!" I liked this guy. Not just because he bought 2 million dollars of my paintings but because he seemed so “on” and in the moment." “I will be there Martin. I look forward to it!” The show went on, and people started feeling great with all the liquor that was served. As I was talking to reg guys that were there, I felt two huge hands drop over my shoulders, and I was pulled back into the crotch of a very intoxicated Davis. “Good show man!” Davis slurred. I could feel his huge balls on top of my head as he pulled me in deeper. The three reg guys, all gay started laughing. Then a plastered Jess lumbered up. "I am SO proud of you man! I love you, man!" He was drunker than Davis. He slumped down and gathered up the three reg guys in his wide arm span and gave them a monster hug. “Isn't Linus cool!" The three gay reg guys started taking advantage of the moment and had their hands-on whatever body part was closest. "Ok, Ok, I got to go to bed Davis! I have a workout tomorrow," Jess slurred and then unlatched the three happy guys. I reached up and pulled on Davis' tie till he bent over with his huge drunken head next to mine. Davis, “You need to take Jess home and put him to bed.” Davis mumbled back, “Yup, and I need to go to bed too. Can I crash at your place? I'm too drunk to walk back home." "You sure can Davis, the couch is all yours." "WE ARE GOING," Davis announced to everyone, then took Jess' arm. Jess then pulled his arm back and went into a double bicep pose. Both shirtsleeves split. "And with the show over, we are NOW going." Jess proclaimed. Arms over each other giant shoulders, the two beasts left the gallery, not before trying to negotiate the front door for at least a minute with the crowd howling with laughter.

After a long while out in the wilderness,heres my contribution in hopes that the SUPERFLU will be revived by others as well. It's a bit rusty but hope it's ok? ============================= Bradford,Yorkshire,UK Night still persisted over the city,when Ollie Chambers drove his battered old Ford Transit connect van into the darker reaches of the Gallagher Leisure Park car park. He worked as a security guard,hired by local businesses to patrol the area for any criminal activities,though cared little for the job.Yes,it paid well,and kept him from the draw of the pub, or off-licence (liquer) store, and the demon drink he was fighting gradually to win. Given his hulking brutish physique,gained from his more dedicated years of addiction to the gym,(he was 43) his size alone would deter most petty criminals,but regardless,he did not want to waste his time chasing up young lads creeping their cars into the dark depths of the car park for a quick shared joint,or a quick fuck with a girl they'd picked up. But it had been near two hours since the group of Asian lads had pulled in their car into the car park,and Ollie had yet to see it puill out. So,curiousity drew him to investigate. As he pulled up to a dim lit corner of the car park,he could see the car,or rather what was left of it,in front. 'Dumb fucks had likely stole it,gone for a joyride and then apparently went all nuts with it',literally looking like they had got at it with sledgehammers and a hydraulic cutter,ie the jaws of life used by firefighters. Ollie hauled his heavy 220lb bulk from the van,grunting his dissatisfaction at having to waste his time phoning the police about a stolen car and explaining why he did not act earlier. But,even if those dickheads were still here,they would hardly put up a fight against big Ollie. He stood at just shy of 6ft,built like a thick heavyweight bodybuilder,his off season muscles straining even beneath his grey hooded sweatshirt.Thick,meaty arms touching 22 inches..broad bulbous pecs pushing the front of the sweat noticeably out..tree trunk thighs straining at his black jeans. If you were familiar with bodybuilding as Ollie was,one would say he looked like Canadian bodybuilder Iain Valliere,having that similar brutish lout look about him..broad brows,a nose that looked as if it had been broken,(in Ollies case,twice),a strong hard jawline,which he often took to having stubble or a trimmed thick beard. And his left arm had a full tattoo sleeve of brair thorns reaching and wrapped around a celtic cross on his shoulder... So,a brute if ever there was one,but one which was hard to temper,and actually soft hearted.He did not have to use much strength to subdue anyone who physically threatened him,unless they were just as big as him.! == Ollie cast his torch light across the wrecked out car. He could see that the roof had been torn off and was cast several feet away from it, as was the front passenger side door.Every window was smashed,glass littering the ground around it, and there was a few deep dents in the bodywork. And the suspension looked a little fucked,sitting lower on the back left side with a wheel digging into the arch. 'Dumb fucks'. Didn't they have better things to let off steam than to steal and wreck cars.?. Ollie approached the car,catching a faint whiff of weed about it. The pricks were stoned out too!. He peered into the dashboard and could still see the keys in the ignition. So,they'd managed to nick they keys as well,he assumed.? As he leaned his thick bulk to rummage into the glovebox,he placed his hand full down into some wet sticky patch of gloop over the drivers seat,and immediately stood up to wipe it onto his sweatshirt in disgust. But,as he did so,something in his brain made him decide to smell the substance on his fingers. 'Nah.couldn't be fucking cum..?', Same viscuous whitish grey coinsistency. But when others would usually suddenly wiping it off in abject revulsion,a subtle shock ran through OIlie like a cold chill,and he absent mindedly poked out his tongue and tasted the gloop on his fingers. As soon as it hit his tastebuds,a crippling shock of adrenaline ran through Ollie,and he stumbled his heavy bulk against the car. He felt like he was about to have his own orgasm,and his short,unimpressive cock plumped up to its little 5 inch erection. Typical,did all bodybuilder have small cocks.?. "Aw fuck,man" he yelled out into the still night to no-one. Another rush flowed through him like he was getting a pump from lifting weights,and heat built up within him to the point that he literally tore off his sweatshirt,baring the sleeveless stringer tank beneath it. The 'cum' on his hand began to absorb through the pores of his skin into his bloodstream and the reactions flowing in him were almost instantaneous.Ollie felt like he in the throes of lust,fighting desperatetly hard not to pull out his cock and wank off there and then,but the rushes of increasing adrenaline and burgeoning testosterone felt so fucking good. He need more. And stumbled to the car,dipping two fingers into the puddle of cum and licking then clean. Again,the reaction was intense and instant. He threw his head back in a deep roar that echoed across the wasteground like someone had angered the hulk. He just had to throw his arms up into a double biceps flex as if he was posing in the gym mirror after a work out,revelling in the feel of a pump. Those fat hogs plumped up into rounded balls of power. Those biceps were still 'cold' but fuck,did they look massive.! Ollie was caught up in animalistic lust and desires to flex and to show off,even though there was no-one about.He pulled his biceps into an even harder flex,hardest than he had ever performed,grunting and huffing,and sweating in determination. He caught sight of his thick round guns,and his cock throbbed even harder,seemingly thicker than its 5 inches. "FUCK YEAH,LOOK AT THESE CUNTS!". Ollie grunted. They seemed even bigger than usual.Ollie could actually see,feel,those boulders growing beneath his skin,somehow remaining in their cold state and not the rigid pump of contest ready flexing. It only made them look fucking massive. And they were growing,thick muscles literally breathing as if they were alive under his pale skin,vascular veins rippling with pumping blood.. "Fuck yeah baby. I'm fuckin' swole..". Ollies lust seemed to blind out any rationality of why he was suddenly growing massive ...all over.. He threw up his thickening arms behind his head in a front abs/lats pose,as much as he could,given those biceps surging,bloating beyond their 22 inches into freaky hogs,pressing against his thickening traps and pillowing against his head. His pecs,already meaty fuckin' tits at the best of times, had joined in the growth,rising rapidly into swollen tits that rose up against his chin,with his biceps,hung with heavy laden triceps,framing his head in muscle. Ollie sometimes shaved his chest to keep those meaty to keep the muscle definition and cut look,but now it seemed like his dark curly hair was growing back in thick wiry coats across those massive bloated tits,bigger than a fucking slutty pornstars,but pumped and hard. His bulky torso shook as he grew massive. The sleeve straps snapped and fell away,unveiling his bulk in all it's beastly glory. Amazingly,the rigid pump before a contest was only vaguely setting in,and therefore his off season bulk remained,and coupled with the growth,he looked freakishly oversized. Ollie tensed his abs,feeling them rise up into 8 solid hard breeze blocks,forming into a bloated hairy roid gut,that was impossibly off set by monstrous lats that thickened and flared out from rigid obliques like a cobra's hood. When he would eventually bring his arms down to hang at his side,such thick were those meaty lats,snd massive and wide was his back,that he would walk with a sweeping gait,with arms held out. Ollie shook his thighs as if getting ready to flex them for a stage contest,and his meaty quads responded by swelling out,rapidly filling his jeans which ripped at the seams to unleash those tree trunks. All the while,Ollie grunted and groaned in waves of lust and adrenaline. His glutes flexed and filled out the seat of his jeans into a swollen meaty bubble butt,ripping open the back and baring those firm hairy cheeks,anyone with a freaky fetish for rimming,would get so excited about burying their face in between and risk suffocation! Ollies cock...? That little nub that had seemed to plump up ever thicker ever so gradually,suddenly joined in the growth dramatically. It grew out into a pulsing,twitching monster,its girth thickening with every pulse as fat as a 2 litre bottle,veins rippling along its rigid,increasing length which stretched out further like a jousters pole towards,and beyond,a foot,rising up into a hard battering ram of 16 inches that Ollie could,if he chose,to fuck his own meaty pec tits with,and tease its flaring glaring cockhead and coin slot piss slit with a tongue that had also increased in almost demonic pointed length,if it weren't for the fact Ollie had now gotten off with licking and pecking his own mighty biceps.! Just a surge of those growing plumping balls that hung lower and heavy between his massive thighs,and they would release their torrents of flu infected cum,all over Ollies glistening huirsuite muscle mass. In that dark car park,the super flu had found it latest 'victim',..or host.. Oliver Chambers, a hulking beast of lust that stood now at near 7 feet of solid 400lb+ muscle and monster cock. His mind now only on his own lust and his desire to spread that flu to epidemic proportions.. ============================================= I'm sure you guys can cum up with other variations of this hot theme.!!

PREFACE Addition: When I first posted this story, I was unaware, that @VRGoh had posted a story with same title more than three years earlier. If you are looking for that one, you'll find it here: https://musclegrowth.net/topic/3937-ménage-à-trois/ Ménage à Trois Chapter one The club was in a city quite a distance from the sleepy town where he worked, and he assumed, that he wouldn't be recognised. He had checked in at a cheap hotel a few hours earlier, and bought a pizza on his way to the club. Ten year old high rises and seven hundred year old church spires accompanied a neo-gothic fire lookout tower (from a hundred years ago) and a rather uninteresting art nouveau observation tower in the skyline. The lakes met the sea, and the canals emptied into the river. Night fell over the city: Rosy clouds and a golden horizon turning into a navy blue sky, and the reflection in the waters changed accordingly. He had been there before. The dress code was less strict than in some other places, which allowed him to pick a less obvious style: A black t-shirt, camo trousers, a pair of shiny steel cap boots from Underground, and a cheap leather jacket – a pick and mix of the actual clone styles. It was in stark contrast to his formal, but unasserting, style at work, and he felt less restricted. More liberated. More of a man. He took the tram. What was he expecting? A fun night out, in contrast to the humdrum life of the town he called 'home' (though his parents' place was called 'home' too, and the university city several miles in the other direction had been his 'home' for several years). Perhaps a blowjob. He didn't expect to find a partner: The fleeting conversations and superficial flirts at the club weren't particularly conducive for that, unless you lived in the city and befriended a regular circle of friends there. The tram reached an area of old brick buildings. Lots of graffiti. In the 1970s, there had been discussions about demolishing the entire block, but nothing had happened, and the punk scene and nascent environmentalist movement had moved in. The turn of the millennium had led to gentrification, but some of the old clubs and shops had managed to remain in their old buildings. He passed by a shop selling second hand vinyl records and a hipsterish café. A cellar office for Friends of the Earth side by side to a startup-company programming apps. A shop called Mods and Punks, and an LGBTQ bookshop, but they were closed for the day. A poster on a wall, worn by weather, with the message: PROTEST TOMORROW! Smoking wasn't allowed inside, and it wasn't unusual to find members of the club standing outside, smoking. Two men of his own age – in their early thirties and dressed in navy uniforms – were smoking cigarettes and glanced at him as he approached the club, but the man who drew all his attention was a tall man entirely dressed in black leather. The glossy trousers clung to his powerful legs, and enhanced the visual impact of the leatherclad man's extremely muscular quads, hamstrings and calves. Motorcycle boots glistened in the electric light, and a black leather jacket covered a wide torso, titillating his imagination about what might exist inside the jacket. One thing was obvious – the leatherman's chest and shoulders were very wide, and his waist seemed to be narrow. The sparse light from the streetlights were not enough to guess the other man's age, but he was clean-shaven, and didn't have any of the moustaches frequently seen on leather-daddies over the age of 60. The presence of the other man set a handful of conflicting feelings in motion: Awe and delight, arousal and intimidation, and the disappointing realisation, that the other man was way out of his league. "New here?", the man in leather asked, and puffed on his cigar. He had to clear his throat, before he answered. "Been a member a few years, but I live quite a distance from here, so I'm not able to frequent the place often." "I know the situation. Well, not personally, but it's not unknown to have distance-visitors here." The man eyed him silently and confidently. "Let me know, if I can help you to shape up your wardrobe. I know a few affordable stores. See you inside." He entered, waved his membership card and bought a beer. The place was dimly lit, as usual. A few lads in rubber. Not his thing, and he didn't entirely understand what they got out of that style, but to each their own... Army style could either look cheap or turn its wearer into an action hero. He could observe both cases here tonight. Old leather daddies looked cute in a grandfatherly way rather than sexy, and having a conversation with them could sometimes deepen your wisdom. The skinheads looked incredibly hot, and some of them obviously worked out a lot. A pity, that he would never dare to sport that style himself. He swallowed as two men in leather, his own age, walked by: Hot, but not as hot as the man who had stood at the entrance. Then he could sense a whiff of a cheap anti-perspirant, possibly Lynx, and the smooth synthetic fabric of a tracksuit against his hand. He turned around. A scallylad, possibly five years his junior, stood close to him. His head was buzzcut, and he was wearing a cap. His plump cheeks could have hinted at pudginess, but, on the contrary, the tracksuit couldn't hide the hard and firm (but not narrow) waist, and a stocky sort of V-shape undoubtedly built through hard work at the gym. He was holding a pint of stout, his eyes were glittering of elation and his Adidas tracksuits revealed a tenting bulge. He watched the scally in surprise and disbelief, as he slowly recognised the pug nose. Seven years ago, when he had just left university, he had served as a geography teacher further north-east. He had been worried over the bullying of a short and thin 19 year old, and actively did everything in his might to stop it, but he had had so many students since then. It couldn't be? This confident, apparently working-class, short brickhouse of a man couldn't be the shy, slim-limbed son of a shopkeeper and social worker he had taught seven years ago? But the nose... The scally grinned in a cheerful and cocky smile: "Hello, Mr. Smith. It's me, Harry. Don't you recognise me?" "Harry? Uh, you look... different." A smug expression came and went around Harry's mouth, and the glow in his eyes intensified. "Cool, innit? Life's awesome. Didn't know you swung my way?" "Never got much of a gaydar, to be honest, and I'm not drawn to kids." The cocky glow in Harry's eyes deepened, and the twenty-six year old moved one of his big hands to cup the tentpole in his tracksuit bottoms. "I'm not a kid, Mr. Smith. I'm a man. Do you like what you see?" He could feel movement and a presence behind his back. He could sense the scent of leather and cigar smoke. He turned around. It was the tall man who had stood by the entrance. He could hear Harry say: "This is the teacher I told you about, Master. The one I had a crush on. Can we bring him home? May I keep him?" * * * Chapter two is found here: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/14054-ménage-à-trois-chapter-two/

Enhancements: Part Six Maturity Chris and Evan walked down the hallway, wearing nothing but the white jockstraps Dr. Cross had given them. Their cocks barely were contained by the tight white fabric, the elastic straps tightly wrapped around their bubble butts. They felt incredibly sexy, and they couldn't wait for what was about to happen. Arriving at Mark's room, the technician opened the door and let them inside. Dr. Cross said, "you know what to do... you can start whenever." The technician closed and locked the door behind them. This room was much larger than the one their initial growth took place in. There were no expensive looking chairs with consoles next to them; just a regular chair off to the corner of the room, and a small bed. Mark was sitting in the chair, wearing nothing but a jockstrap himself. Chris and Evan glanced over at him. No wonder he wants to do this, Chris thought. He's even punier than me! Mark stood up, greeting his new friends. He was indescribably nervous. "H-hey guys... So I guess we're all about to have some fun, right?" "Yeah," said Evan, "I think we are." All three men now had huge tents building in their jockstrap bulges. Mark came closer. "Can I?" he asked, motioning towards the boys' packages. "Dude, we're about to be way past the point of asking. We got filled in on your whole situation, so if you're nervous or shy, we understand. But we're about to be way past the point of asking permission, so if you see something you want to do, I say go for it," Chris answered. He was staring his boyfriend in the eye. "But I can't really wait any longer." He leaned in and began kissing Evan deeply, their muscular bodies pressing together tightly. Mark hovered around, kneeling down to touch their cocks through their jockstraps. He went around and stared in awe at their asses, smacking them here and there. Mark couldn't believe it was actually happening. Evan took Mark's old seat, pulling off his jock to reveal his massive 12" member. Chris knelt down beside him and began licking up and down his boyfriend's shaft, taking in every drop of sweat and musky scent. He then put his mouth completely over the massive head and started gagging himself on the cock. Mark sat down next to Chris and pulled his jock aside, a little intimidated by the man's massive dick. Mark remembered how badly he wanted this, how furiously he had masturbated so many times to the thought of a huge muscle man's cock, and went for it. Mark gagged himself on Chris's huge dick. It was a gigantic task for a first timer, but Mark remembered how long he'd been waiting for this moment. He couldn't believe how amazing it felt to have this huge muscle man's cock filling up his mouth. The trio continued like this for a while, muffled moans of pleasure barely emerging from Chris and Mark's mouths. "Think it's time for your first load," Chris told Mark, pulling his mouth away from Evan's dick. He stood up as the redheaded twink knelt down between Evan and Chris. The two musclemen grabbed each other's cocks and furiously jerked each other off, kissing passionately. Evan rubbed his pecs, which, as before, had begun to swell up and feel tight. Suddenly the sensation at each man's cock became too much to bear and they unleashed a massive torrent of jizz down onto the waiting Mark. Mark felt like he was in heaven. Hot streams of spunk rained down on his face and body, but mostly into his wide open mouth. As he swallowed the boys' loads, he wiped more cum off his pale white skin and licked his fingers clean. Finally, as the flow began to subside, he sucked on each man's cock once more to clean off any remaining cum. "Here we go, I guess," Mark said. Evan sat back down in his chair, his cock no softer than it was before his massive orgasm, despite the fact that he had just produced one of the biggest loads of his entire life. Get up here, he commanded Mark, slapping his pecs and gently tweaking his engorged nipples. Mark complied, sitting down onto Evan's body, carefully straddling Evan's cock. The larger man's dick rested neatly on Mark's ass, the weight and warmth of his shaft gently teasing Mark. Meanwhile, Chris knelt down behind Mark and pulled the freshman's ass cheeks apart, sticking his face right between them and beginning to rim him. Mark moaned, but Evan forced his head down to his massive pecs, now begging to be attended to. It actually kind of hurt for Evan's pecs to be this full, he thought. He needed that sweet release, and he knew Mark just couldn't get enough of his potent growth juice. Mark latched on to one of Evan's nipples, which was nearly double its normal size, and began to suck. Within seconds, a flow of hot thick white liquid began flowing from the erect nipple and directly into Mark's throat. He thought it tasted amazing; a little musky, a little creamy, but the best part was how thick it was. The smell and taste reminded him of the abandoned jockstraps and underwear he used to collect from his dorm gym locker room to sniff while he masturbated back home. Meanwhile, the growth from ingesting Chris's cum was beginning. Mark's entire body frame began to swell, as if he was taking in a very deep breath, only it did not reduce in size as it would during exhalation. Mark felt a little bigger, a little more confident. His cock strained at his jockstrap. He had never felt an erection this hard before, and it only felt like it was getting harder. If he wasn't so preoccuped with tending to Evan's nipples or the feeling of Chris's tongue on his hole, he would have noticed his cock had grown from it's puny 4" erect size, all the way to a respectable 8" length. The girth of his cock had expanded too, and the entire thing was now pressing hard on the weak fabric of his jockstrap. He reached down and ripped the strained underwear clear off. The tightness was too much to bear as his waist expanded 3 sizes. He felt his biceps and triceps thickening, nearly tripling in size. His own pecs began to inflate, and Evan began to moan even more from the sensation of feeling Mark's growing pecs press up against his own abs. Mark released his mouth from Evan's left pec and switched to the right, roaring bestially as he felt more and more growth taking hold. His voice had grown deeper, too. Chris, who had still been rimming mark furiously, felt Mark's ass cheeks begin to swell. He pulled away from Mark's butt, slapping Mark's new bubble butt, before returning to his knees and turning around to start sucking on Mark's huge cock. Chris put the still lengthening cock in his mouth, and he barely needed to move up and down Mark's shaft to begin the blowjob. Mark's cock was still growing, and Chris loved the feeling of the still growing cock forcing itself further and further into his mouth. He gagged, sucking the cock for as long as he could before finally pulling away, panting rapidly to catch his breath. This break did not last long however, as Chris dove back down into Mark's crotch to taste his thick heavy balls. All this attention was becoming too much for Mark to bear, who was now struggling to hold back his first huge load as a new man. Finally Evan's pecs had returned to normal size, every last drop of pec milk sucked out of them successfully by Mark. He gazed up at the man who was now lying on top of him, nearly three times the size of the weak freshman who had started sucking on his pecs moments before. Mark stood up, and Evan got out of the chair, kneeling down to join his boyfriend. The two lovers began to worship their new friend's 12" member together. They loved the feeling of sucking on this cock together; once taking turns, one sucking and licking the shaft while the other gently played with Mark's balls, then later, both mouths sucking on the enormous dick at the same time. Finally, Mark couldn't hold it in anymore. He grabbed his dick and bellowed, letting out an enormously deep moan as he unleashed spurt after spurt of cum onto Chris and Evan. With every blast, hot spunk splashed onto Evan and Chris's chests and faces, themselves now beating off and shooting their own loads directly at each other. Finally, after the torrent had ended. All three men stood up. Mark looked at himself in the mirror, flanked by his two massive muscle friends. His dreams really had come true; he had turned into the embodiment of sex, a perfect representation of the muscle men he had spent years beating off to online. Short red hair rippled across his body, accompanied by thick tufts of red hair at his armpits and a long treasure trail from his belly button to the base of his cock. He flexed a few times, admiring himself, then turned to Evan and Chris. "I hope you don't think we're even close to done," he said, at first a little unaccustomed to his new deeper voice. In each hand, he firmly squeezed each guy's asses. Evan responded by loudly giving Mark's ass a slap of his own. "Hell no!" Evan cheered, as Mark turned around to bend over and present himself to his muscular friends...

Sorry for the long delay... concerned about this chapter as it changed multiple times while writing and may not be my best... Anyway, here goes: Chapter 26 What was supposed to be one month ended up being five. I kept in touch with Patrick via Skype and Whatsapp. Apparently when he arrived on-site the hardware was too out of date for the software, so they had a delay. That delay was further extended as their hardware vendor messed up not once, but three times. That fiasco somehow lead to turnover at Stephens company, which trickled down the ladder leading him to be sent to Munich, only to be told the next day he was needed in Paris, then Hamburg. Given the long hours he was working and travelling, we didn’t get to talk much. I do know that he wasn’t missing any of his workouts, as that time was his opportunity to wind down from the day. On skype it was hard to see how much bigger he was getting. I could tell his shoulders, arms, and chest were looking larger. That said, they do say a camera adds ten pounds so I couldn’t say exactly how much he had changed other than what he told me. He didn’t have a measuring tape with him, and was so busy that he didn’t stop to weigh himself at the gym often. During a call in June he mentioned that he had to buy new shoes again, and he was wearing either large or extra-large shirts depending on the cut. Being away for so long was strange for both of us. I missed cuddling with him, and to be honest, sometimes a hand just doesn’t cut it. For him, with his experimental growth inducing injections I could only imagine how he was feeling. Dr. Stephens had flown out for Patrick’s third injection since he couldn’t get back home, and as expected his balls were churning out much more cum again and he was horny all the time. We tried Skype sex a couple times. It was…well… awkward at best. We’d start off ok, but it always ended weird. We’d laugh so hard we couldn’t continue, or like last time we tried it ended in an argument. The conversation we had last week went a bit like this: “Hey stud, miss you… a lot.” Patrick started. “Yeah. I miss you too… any news on when they’re gonna let you come home?” “Eh, looks like things are wrapping up… second week of August I think if all goes well.” “Awesome!” “Ha… yeah. I know the first thing I’m going to do when I get in the door.” He said, flashing his mischievous grin. “Mmhmm… what’s that?” I feigned innocence. “I’m not going to make it in the house. I’m going to meet you in the garage and bend you over the car. I don’t think I COULD make it into the house I’ve been so horny.” “Yeah? Well, do you want to try getting off over the phone with me again?” A few seconds passed… “Uh, sure… we could try” he answered with hesitation. “Ok, so how should we do this?” I asked. Patrick laughed. “Well I guess we could start like this.” I could tell he had got up and was walking around his hotel room. He set the phone down for a second while he fumbled around with something. A few seconds later the bottom half of a can of Pringles appeared in the camera view. “Uh… ok… hon?” I asked, “Are you suddenly into the Pringles man or something?” I heard him laugh. “Sorry babe, hold on… just want to show you something. He panned the camera down. As the top of the can came into view I could about an inch of his dick and his pubes jutting out of the can. He looked to be as thick as my wrist. “Once you…” He started laughing too hard to continue for a moment. “Once you pop you can’t stop.” He laughed as he pulled his erect dick out of the container. The tip glistened as it came into view, slick with precum. It looked enormous…hell it was enormous. He put the Pringles can up against the base of his cock, the head of his cock loomed beyond the rim of the lid. “Fuck,” is all I could say. “How big is it now?” “I don’t know, babe… I know the can is ten and a half inches. Oh, and check this out.” The can was replaced by a sheet of printer paper held long ways. “That’s eleven inches”. His cock was longer than the paper. “Can’t wait to bury this in you.” As he spoke a huge drop of pre worked its way down the length of his cock. My emotions were suddenly conflicted… my dick was hard, but I wasn’t sure it would stay up. I was afraid. He hurt me with three inches less. “Oh my god, Patrick,” I stammered. “How the fuck am I going to take that?” The camera was moved suddenly back to Patrick’s face. “What do you mean?” He seemed confused. “Same as ever. We’ll lube you up, I’ll bend you over….” I interrupted him. “Babe, how is that going to fit? I had a hard time taking you last time we fucked. It’s been months. You’ve grown a lot since then… a lot a lot. Hell, you probably hang soft as big as you were hard last I saw you. Do you not see a problem with this?” Patrick’s facial expression went from confused to stern. “I told you I was going to get big,” he said slowly…carefully. “You told me you were ok with it.” “Yes, hon… but there’s big…and then there’s…there’s… this.” I didn’t know how to explain this in a way he was going to grasp in this moment. This would be so much easier if he was in the same room. “You’re almost as big as that freak asshole at the gym” I blurted out. “Freak?” His expression darkened. He spoke dangerously quietly. “Almost as big? Aaron. Maybe you should look him up and ask him or someone he’s fucked how he gets a bottom to handle his cock… because in a couple weeks I’m coming home to my future husband… and you are going to take my cock.” He stated pointedly. “I guaran-fucking-tee you I’m going to be bigger than that “freak””. I tried to backtrack. “Babe, I didn’t it mean it like that, I’m just saying…” It was his turn to cut me off. “I know hon… it’s ok. I forgive you. I always will. That said…” his expression lightened and he gave out a grunt. He closed his eyes as his chin was suddenly covered with what looked like a cup of white jism. As he continued spurting he opened his eyes again. “Be ready.”

Chapter 24 Patrick did indeed frame his blown out sneakers. He bought a shadow box frame, and even a little plaque that he had inscribed to say “Size 8 Blown Out Feb-13-2016 New Size 12.5”. Yes, my guy was a dork… and increasingly big dork. I got lost in contemplation of how much bigger he could get over the course of his treatment. He’d already blown past every other participant’s results. Would he stall out? Would he grow taller than me? My thoughts were interrupted as Patrick paused from packing his suit case to ask me a question. “Aaron, have you seen the charger for my Nintendo DS? I’ve got a long flight so I’ll have plenty of time to play Pokemon.” “Have you checked your laptop bag? That’s where you always keep your chargers.” Patrick hurried over to laptop bag, which he had set on his desk chair. After a couple seconds of rummaging, he smiled. “Sweet, here it is. Thanks babe.” He finished packing. “So how long are you going to be gone this trip?” I asked. “Unfortunately this one is probably going to take a full month. After I get everything set up they want me to train each office separately, starting with London.” “Is that going to mess with your gym routine?” I asked. I knew how important it had become to him, and was concerned that without it he’d feel he wasn’t maximizing his opportunity. “Oh… Cody’s going with me.” Patrick said nonchalantly. “He’s going to cook for me and train me every day.” I was shocked. “Wait… what? Cody’s going with you? Doesn’t he have other clients? Isn’t that going to cost a fortune?” Patrick looked at me like I was a dumb kid. “Aaron, yes Cody is going with me. His other clients are being covered by other trainers at the gym while he’s away. I don’t know how much it’s costing because Doctor Stephens is paying for it. I tried to tell him that I could manage, but he insisted.” “Wow. That’s… actually kind of awesome.” A few seconds later I added, “Cody is straight, right?” That got a laugh out of Patrick. “Yes, Cody is as straight as they come. Otherwise I don’t think his fiancé would let him go on this trip.” His expression suddenly changed. “Speaking of which…” He went back to his desk and opened a drawer. He pulled out a Nintendo DS box and came back over to me, beaming. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” “Thank you, you’ll have to teach me how to use it though,” I laughed and gave him a kiss. “Go ahead, open it up,” he encouraged me. I opened the box. There wasn’t a Nintendo DS in there. Instead, there was another box. A ring box. I got goosebumps, I had to blink a few times because tears were coming to my eyes. I barely registered as Patrick reached over and gently plucked the small black box out of the larger white one and went to one knee. He opened that little box, as I dropped the white one. “Aaron Jeremy O’Connell, will you marry me?”

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