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Chapter 1 Chapter 2-4 Chapter 5-6 Chapter 7 CHAPTER 8 The sun well below its peak but already scalded the desert below. Sweat had long ago soaked through Lewis's skin-tight green shirt and his muscles stood out in bold relief through the fabric. He grunted as he bent over and picked up a thirty pound sand bag from the pile at his feet. After placing it on his free forearm, he bent over and loaded another on top. Then another. Then another. His arm bulged larger with every new addition, the giant vein pulsing along its peak grinding into the bags it supported. The young airman finally stopped at five bags and, after wiping dripping sweat from his brow, turned to walk the ten paces separating the pile from a three foot deep square ditch he just finished digging. He dropped the bags along the rim, organized them into a nice border along the edge with a few well placed kicks that sent his quads flaring, then turned again to retrieve more. His sweat darkened shirt clung ever tighter to his body. Deeply cut abs stood out boldly where it wasn't heavily shadowed by engorged pecs that heaved and fell with each breath. He bent over to retrieve more bags forcing his calves and hamstrings to flare in response beneath military issued shorts that rose well above mid thigh. The Christmas tree striations of his lower back bulged through the shirt as he stood. Every ripple and fold of his lats and traps writhed as he loaded another five sandbags onto his arm as if they weighed no more than couch pillows. Back and forth Lewis went, carrying his sandbags from the giant pile to line them up around his pit. That pit was ten feet by ten feet and had taken him only an hour to dig. A small crowd began to gather around him as he'd dug and had recently grown to more than twenty gawkers. Some stared in open admiration. Others made as if they stood there for other reasons and only glanced Lewis's way as if by accident as they carried on conversations that any sane person would have accomplished an air conditioned building, not in 100+ degree heat. I stood among the masses, arms cross and drenched in sweat myself. These heavy uniforms did a good job hiding my rapidly growing body but were better suited for freezing weather. I was there to officially observe Lewis's punishment for nearly strangling Whitaker. There were a number of authorized punishments available to me as the commander: reduction in rank, reduced pay, court marshal, etc. But the nineteen year old airman was already at a pretty junior rank, taking pay was relatively cruel for someone already played a pittance, and a court marshal was a little harsh since there were two sides to the story. For Whitaker, I had him reassigned to another unit on base. He'd already been gone two weeks and there'd been no issues since. For Lewis, I went with one of the lesser used (and more...old school) punishments: hard labor. The option was buried in one of the more antiquated but "still-on-the-books" policies, right next to being rationed bread-and-water. But the punishment seemed fitting: single handedly build a defense bunker. The process involved digging a ten foot by ten foot square three feet deep, then creating a defensible position using sandbags and roof slats, complete with turret holes. They were scattered all over base to provide quickly accessible shelter should a flock of terrorists come charging in. So at the crack of dawn a young and very buff Lewis started digging his hole. People took notice of the baby-faced bodybuilder, some even stood to gawk before making their way on. But as the day wore on, Lewis kept going. Instead of growing weary and exhausted, he instead appeared to get stronger and more virile as the process moved on. Once he finished the hole and shifted to the sandbags, his strength seemed impossible. That's when the passersby were suddenly stopped dead in their tracks, helplessly watching this sweat-covered god of a human toil under the desert sun. Standing at 6'2 (or maybe a little more), he was "big" enough to be maybe 230 or 240 pounds. Those weren't inhuman proportions. But just one look and you knew something was different. His muscles looked too dense. It was the small things: his biceps dented the sandbags instead of the other way around, his forearm didn't give against his forehead when he wiped sweat from his brow...all-in-all, the bulges of his body seemed too hard. It was hard to explain but there was something that just looked...fucking amazing. "Sweet Jesus," a familiar voice said admiringly at my shoulder. "He one of yours?" I turned to see Dasa smiling hungrily at Lewis as he toiled. "Yep," I said. "Strange, haven't seen him." Her eyes squinted at him. "I guess he kinda looks familiar." I just nodded; the last time she'd seen him he was half the size he was now. Lewis was now carrying six bags at a time, somehow supporting all that weight in the crook of his forearm. His biceps were screaming, skin stretched and shiny, displaying individual muscles I didn't even know existed on the human anatomy. The crowd around us continued to grow but, by his face, I wasn't sure Lewis even knew there was a soul around him. His eyes were focuses inwards and I could see he was relishing every moment of this "punishment." His face was contorted in a strained grimace as he lugged the bags over to the rapidly developing bunker. The fibers in his arm continued to quiver and shake under the load. I let my hand wrap around my own bicep and gave it a good flex, feeling the muscle jump under my sleeve and swell into my hand. I was quickly on my way to matching Lewis. In the two weeks since Lewis's incident, I'd put on another sixty pounds and my uniform was now snug in all the right places. Any more size could not be hidden. I was pulled away from my self-appreciation when I heard another baritone grunt. I looked up as Lewis now struggled with ten sandbags in an obvious effort to test the limits of his strength. I could see his massive quads ripple violently with each step as they supported the extreme combined weight of his body and bags. Lewis's back muscles bulged and his traps swelled up his neck. His face was red with the strain, veins bulging along his forehead. But his arm. Oh my god his arm. The muscles in it writhed and rolled as if they were fighting each other for space. Then something happened that no one in the crowd would ever forget. A few steps into Lewis's trek to the bunker, that quivering bicep suddenly...popped. That's the only way I could describe it. In the blink of an eye, his shredded nineteen inch arms just doubled in size to the circumference of a person's waist. The rapidly expanding boulder of muscle shoved against the sandbags he carried and they fell to the ground as if thrown. A rip formed at the base of his sleeve and cleanly tore its way all the way up to the top of his shoulder, letting the pumpkin sized deltoids swell out of them. A gasp ran through the crowd. "Holy shit," I heard Dasa say but I couldn't break my eyes away from the inhuman spectacle. Lewis noticed too. He stared down at his insanely proportioned arm and gave it a good flex. The peak of his bicep rose and rose and rose to a granite mountain and the fabric around his lat finally gave up as he raised his arm to admire himself. It was as if every muscle fiber in his arm just decided to double in size. Lewis smiled as he flexed the engorged arm. Blood vessels pulsed around the giant peak, feeding it. The crowd watched, dumbfounded and silent as Lewis finally bent over and picked up the bags he dropped, again resting them in the crook of his now superhuman arm. That over-sized arm flared angrily, sweat dripping down the newly formed ravines that ran from shoulder to elbow. But it now carried the ten bags with less effort than it once took him to carry half that. Lewis had grown stronger in an instant. A lot stronger. I felt my own body without touching it, its hardness, its growing size. I would have that power soon enough. "What on earth..." Dasa was having a hard time processing things but her eyes stared hungrily at Lewis as he continued his labor. "I may have to find an excuse to come by your office more often." She chuckled and gave my arm a playful punch. I thought nothing of it until I felt her hand rest against my arm and give it a squeeze. I smiled without looking at her and gave my arm a flex, letting my iron bicep swell under her grip. I looked down at her after a moment. She was looking up at me, her brows raised and her mouth parted slightly. She took her hand away and smiled. "See you later, sailor." There was heat behind those words. I smiled and looked back at Lewis, who was now lugging a full dozen sandbags on that supersized arm. His shoulder had joined in the grow game and was now the size of a basketball and still growing. The shirt sleeve that once contained it now hung in tatters, and a rip was now growing up the seam of his trap. Before too long it would fall away and his shirt would be more toga than t-shirt. The crowd around us was getting bigger now and I spied a two star general now among them, his arms crossed and eyes narrowed under a furled brow. My breath caught. This was not the attention we wanted. Shit, game's over. I walked up to Lewis just as he finished placing his latest pile of bags. "Consider the punishment complete," I said quietly and put a hand against that monstrous arm. Lewis turned to me, face red and sweating. His chest heaved and I heard popping sound of strained cotton strands accompany each inhale. He smiled through his exhaustion and nodded. Five minutes later he was back in my office, my metal chair grunting and squealing under his mass. He was fixated on his swollen arm, flexing the basketball sized monstrosity and rubbing its veined peak with his hand. He obviously liked what he saw as his dick had recently exploded through the inner lining of his shorts and was forced, fully erect, down the side of his tree trunk thigh. It protruded, thick and pulsing, from the hem of those straining shorts and ran halfway to his knee. It jumped powerfully when he gave his bicep a squeeze. I found myself speechless; so fixated I was on the scene before me. I was experiencing the dual wonder of wanting to join him rubbing that inhuman arm while at the same time knowing I was only a couple weeks away from having that power myself. "So fucking unreal," he said, mostly to himself. "Oh fuck fuck fuck." his dick jumped again and its head swelled. I considered moving in case it fired something at me but stayed put for some reason. "I've felt like a mousetrap this whole time," he said. "Like I was about to erupt. Fucking hell, I finally did." If I wasn't experiencing the same thing, I'd have no idea what he was talking about. But I knew all too well. I believed it had something to do with gaining all that weight but not having the size to match. I was so much denser now and I felt like a giant shoved into a child's body. I felt like I SHOULD be bigger, so much bigger, but I wasn't. I looked like a 220 pound freak of nature but weighed well over 300 pounds. And my body wanted to LOOK well over 300 pounds. It was like being constantly on the verge of an orgasm but just not able to climax. "Fuck," Lewis moaned and grabbed his collar with his free hand. "Too tight." He pulled and ripped his shirt off his body as easily as if it were a blanket lying over him. His concrete body seemed to balloon slightly now the constructing shirt was off. Taking a deep breath, as if his first since putting the accursed thing on, he looked back at his swollen arm then at me. "It's getting smaller," he said. "Pretty soon it'll go back to what it was." He turned his eye to the other bicep and gave it a good flex. The nineteen inch boulder was impressive but nothing compared to the monstrous other one. I was disbelieving at first but a closer look proved him right; the arm was indeed slowly shrinking back; like a pump an hour after working out. He was silent a moment before continuing. "I've stopped growing," he said finally. "I didn't want to believe it but I haven't gotten any stronger in the last week." He looked back at me. "I want more. I'm taking the next step." There was no doubt what he was talking about. He wanted to take the second canister. "What do you think will happen?" I said smoothly. Lewis shrugged, his swollen lats flaring between his engorged delts. "Only one way to find out." He spoke as if he was heading over right then and there. I took a deep breath (and couldn't help but relish how my uniform stretched across my chest). I brushed the euphoria aside, focused instead on the consequences if something...noticeable...happened to Lewis if he took the second canister. What if he took both?! If we got unwanted attention, it could ruin everything. I wasn't ready. I needed more time to max my own body out. I needed to be as big as Lewis...and there it was. You want to be the biggest, don't you? a little voice asked me. I shook my head to clear it. "What if it makes you smaller?" I asked carefully. "Takes away everything you gained." "It won't," Lewis said confidently and actually got up as if to leave. "Two weeks," I said, standing as well. Lewis's eyes crew dark and the muscles in his body all jumped as he grew tense. He seemed to gain twenty pounds in that instance. "I didn't ask," he said. I stepped up to him, hands up in a calming gesture. My mind raced, nearly panicked, searching for anything to give me more time. His body radiated heat and I could smell the musk of the day's work hanging in the air. He was taller than me and far more powerful. We both knew I couldn't force him to do anything. I put a hand against his granite chest, beads of sweat pooling around my fingers. I felt a thump against my leg and looked down to see his dick swelling and lifting itself up against the nylon fabric of his military issue shorts. Without thought, I reached down and wrapped my hand around it, feeling the tha-dump-tha-dump of his heart beat through the shaft. It was as hard as the rest of him. He moaned and I locked his eyes with mine. "Two weeks," I said again and started rubbing him. He gasped. I didn't know what I was doing or why. There was just something about two rock hard bodies leaning against each other like boulders. We touched and I let my eyes wander across the close up view of his inhumanly powerful body. His deeply chiseled abs rose and fell, flexing as his body tensed. I moved my hand faster and he swelled until my fingers no longer made it completely around him. Lewis's muscles flexed and fell, flexed and fell as veins bulged across his traps and upper chest. He leaned his head back, eyes closed and mouth open. I found myself on my knees, eyes locked on a foot long dick bordered by thighs as bulging and hard as any bodybuilder's. Before I could even think about it, he was in my mouth as my hands continuing to work him. He came a moment later and I felt molten hot liquid fill my mouth and force its way down my throat. I took him in, not knowing if the sudden powerful surge rolling through my body was real or psychological. Either way, I felt like I could lift a truck. I felt my own dick raging against my pants, desperate for freedom. Each spurt filled my mouth and I only had time to swallow before he filled it again. Afterwards , I stood and used Lewis's tattered shirt to wipe my mouth. "Two weeks," I said again and threw the shirt at him. Lewis nodded shallowly, eyes distant and blissful. "Two weeks," he agreed breathlessly.

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hey guys, I used to have the penname TheEd since I lost the recovery email for that login, I'll post with this new one This story is for the ones who are into Role Reversal and Humiliation (so hot right now) Not exactly a story but a 'transcript' of a therapy session. The first part was posted at the older forum far back in 2012 (so old right now) I'll paste that first part, and I'll continue from there It is based on HarbieBoys 'Outgrown by Dad' (I hope he doesn't mind... again) And also loosely based on another continuation of the first part of my story done by ploder4

Hi, this will be my first story posted on here, this is my story called 'A Thing Called Curiosity' which i had originally posted on metabods.com a couple of years ago It involves forced muscle growth and absorption, the story also contains a few images in order to help with the visualisation, please tell me if the images add or take away from the story. I hope you guys like it and any feedback would be appreciated! - A Thing Called Curiosity - It was a late Autumn day, and it was a particularly cool day, about 27 degrees Celsius, and quite dry wind a lot of wind so it felt like 24 degrees, Cameron liked going out on jogs in the morning, and it was a perfect day for it with this nice cool weather, so he put on a hoodie and just compression shorts and headed out, since it was still 4am he guessed there wouldn’t be many people on the street so he could wear whatever he wanted, especially on a holiday and in the weekend, everyone would be sleeping in anyways. Cameron was a 19 year old young man from a town called Citadel in the Kingdom of Two Suns, it was a very small country, only about 150.000 inhabitants, and it was a generally hot and a very humid place since it was an island surrounded by water, but during the Autumn and Winter seasons it would rain a great amount and it would make the island a generally quite cool place. Cameron was still in High School, he was an average boy in every sense, average grades, average at sports, had normal friends, but he was quite a handsome lad, he was mixed race from having both side of the mother and father coming from already mixed lineages, which gave him a very unique look, he looked Iranian but with golden tanned skin, jet black semi-wavy hair, great eyebrows and grey coloured eyes, he had those naturally pink full lips. He had no facial hair whatsoever, but he did have medium/long hair with a slight wave, it was jet black but with a few patches that grew brown naturally and he kept it in a simple pompadour hairstyle, he also had a generally hairy body, but it looked good, he had long thin soft jet black hairs on his arms and between his pecs, the rest of his pecs were hairless naturally, he also has a treasure trail that started just above belly button and went down to his crotch, and his legs were covered with long semi-wavy long black hair that was thicker on the lower legs and thinned out as it went up to the crotch area. His body was athletic, nothing too special but he certainly didn’t need it, he was tone and was 175cm tall (5’7”) and weighed a decent 68,9kg (152lbs) so he was quite the eye candy but he was humble so he never became the arrogant type of dreamboat in High School although it didn’t stop girls (and a few guys) from wanting him. One thing he was always fascinated by were the physique of world class body builders though, he wanted to be one, or meet one and be able to touch those incredible muscles but he didn’t know why, he didn’t have a particular desire to be one except he just felt like he needed to, but with school, family, job and etc. he didn’t have the luxury to invest time in body building, besides he was content with body as it was, or so he told himself, with the images of body builder physiques always in the back of his mind at all times. Back on the jog, it was 4:59am, you could barely start seeing the sky on the horizon turning orange/red as the sunrise was approaching, he had been jogging for almost an hour, when he decided it was time to start heading back, he quite sweaty and his hoodie and compression shorts were soaked, so he decided to take off the hoodie to try and dry off a bit. He decided to take a short cut through the wilderness, he was by the beach and going up back through the jogging path would take too long, so he just cut through the wood to get home faster. As he was walking through the plants after about 20 minutes the sun was almost out and the light made everything much clearer when he noticed a tiled rooftop over the plants to his right, he was a curious boy who liked exploring so he couldn’t resist and decided to go check out the old building. As he approached the little house he could clearly see it was 17th century house, Citadel had many old colonial buildings and some smaller ruins were still in the wild lost and forgotten to time, but this one seemed in decent shape but the doorway was bricked up. “Strange,” he thought, “if it’s bricked up, then someone used it not too long ago.” That only sparked his curiosity even more, so he looked for a way in, the windows were also sealed shut except for one where it seemed to have given away, so jumped on the ledge and then stepped inside the little house. It was dusty and smelled like it had been closed off for a while but with the little light that entered through the window he could see a bit of furniture, and a bookcase filled with books, he saw a kitchen but not pans and dishes but beakers, so he thought, “Maybe a doctor lived here.” It certainly looked old, at least 30 years, so he grabbed one of the books from the bookshelf, and read, it was about genes, hormones, tissue transplants and drugs. “Hmm, it seems more like a biochemist then a medical doctor,” he thought to himself when he heard some creaking and the rotted old bookcase he took the book from sank into the floor on the right side, it surprised him since the floor seemed like it was made from concrete covered with tiles, but he noticed that only under the bookcase it was a wooden plank floor “so there’s something more under the house?” again curiosity got the best of Cameron and pulled the bookshelf out the hole and moved it to one side. “If i take out 3 more planks I should be able to fit through there,” he thought to himself as he shined a light from his phone down the hole. After taking out the needed planks before he jumped in the whole he heard some voices, it were people and they were near, he didn’t want someone to find him and ruin his fun since he doubted he should be in the, so he jumped in the hole where a staircase awaited him to his surprise, he shined with phone and the staircase seemed to go down a few more steps, he couldn’t see far since the phone’s screen isn’t as bright as a flashlight would be, then he turned back and peaked out the hole and he heard the voices of the other morning joggers and decided to just drag the small cabinet against the wall over the hole, the cabinet was bigger and hid the entire hole so if someone also got curious of the house they wouldn’t find this secret passageway. He then turned his attention to where he was, it seemed the little house had a basement, so he walked down the stairs, it was about 16 steps which lead him to steal door. “This door doesn’t look 30 years old, it’s dusty but must be 15 years old at best,” he said out loud as he examined the door with his phone. “The plot thickens,” he said as he found the 2 latches that held the door closed, he pulled one back and then the other, and he opened the door so a very dark room, the room felt hot, about 29 degrees but very humid so it felt like 31 degrees or a summer day. “Good thing I took off my hoodie,” he said. He couldn’t see anything and he guessed the room was quite expansive since he couldn’t shine at anything with lights except an industrial looking steel pathway that lead forwards, so he touched around the sides of the door looking for a switch but couldn’t find one, so he decided to walk forward on the pathway, albeit carefully, which after a few steps he found a stand with switches on it from what he could make out and he could barely see something a little more ahead, so he went for and said, “What the hell, hope this is it,” and flicked 1 switch then the second one, and third, and fourth and fifth switches up, he heard the flicker of an old light then one grid of lights from behind him turned on then another over his head and so on towards the front, and he saw what he had discovered. “this is incredible!” he yelled out with a grin on his face. The lights showed the pathway that lead to a central octagonal shaped part which looked like a research or control station for something, and there was a bundle of pipes that lead to it and then a huge amount of different wires and pipes then lead out of it so another part further in front which he could somewhat see but it was still in the only dark part of the room. He walked over to the control station where there was a ring of monitors that turned on in the inner circumference of the octagon, and in the middle and tower where all the pipes and wires lead in and the back out. The screens slowly booted up one by one. He looked at the largest monitor and saw different buttons and controls. “I guess this one controls other things,” and he looked at one that read ‘illuminate tanks’ he couldn’t guess what that could mean so he pressed it because the only places still needing illumination was the dark unclear part further back from the octagon. What he saw made his jaw drop, it was an area a staircase down from the octagonal platform where he was standing, and there is where he saw 5 large glass vessels filled with a transparent liquid, they were each illuminated by individual internal lights and a central large overhead lighting system over the central floor area with the glass vessels in a circular array around it. But the truly shocking thing he saw was the contents of the glass vessels, it was 5 enormous men, it was 5 men with the physiques he always admired and craved, it was 5 body builders with incredible muscle size, one in each tank. Cameron was awestruck and walked down the steel stairs that lead to the tank area, he managed to get his head to come back to earth as he started to analyse the area where the tanks were situated. There were large wire bundles and various tubes that lead from the control platform over to the tank are which split overhead and came down over each of tanks. “I guess they feed power and that liquid to the tanks and I guess transport information to, and from the tanks to the computers up there,” he said speaking out loud. But there were other wires and tubes that lead other places, like from each of the tanks a tube went overhead and converged into a single pipeline which lead overhead to the middle of the area and then had a different tube that came down and it had an oddly shaped nozzle. There were also tubes that come from under the floor and up to 2 stands, one had 1 tube and the other held 2 tubes about 3meters (10ft) apart from each other and in between them on the floor there was a part of the floor made from metal and was an odd shape, kind of like the silhouette of a dolphin seen from above or the reclining dentist chairs but this was just flat so just the contour. And there were 3 little openings on the metal plate on the floor, one at the top, and two, one on each side about halfway down. His attention shifted to the men in the tanks so he approached the first one to the right, he read what a plate on the glass read “Subject number 5  –  NEN code: 300977  –  Height: 179cm (5’10”  –  Weight: 106,2kg (234lbs)  –  BF percentage: 11%  –  Age: 31” “Wow that is enormous, and so heavy.” Cameron found it even more appealing when a body builder wasn’t just big but also quite heavy for their size. He further examined the man in the tank, he was naked and suspended in the liquid in a limp posture like he was just floating under water, and he had two tubes probing his body, a thin one went inside his mouth which he guess provided life support, a very large one just laid on the bottom of the tank, and there was one that came down his back and went into his anus, the tube was transparent and rather thick, the diameter must have been about 4cm (1.5inches) or 14cm circumference (5inches), Cameron didn’t know why but looking at the huge pipe enter the body builder anus made him feel warmer and his heart started racing, and he also got quite the hard on and since he was wear compression shorts, the hard on was quite evident, Cameron never really felt any attraction to other men, but then again not much towards a woman either, the only that made his heart race was thinking about muscled physiques, he confused as to what he was feeling and how to interpret it but one he was sure about is that he liked it. Still with a hard on Cameron looked around him to see that all the men also had the same tubes probing them in them in the same places and the one at the bottom of the tanks, and all of them had information plates describing their weight, age, size etc. He really wanted to know what this place was so turned around and went back up the stairs to the control platform. He researched and looked, he went to books, papers and file after file on the monitors, he saw formulas, designs for machines, plans, schematics, theories and read document after document. He figured out that this place was built by a doctor L. J. Andrews privately and he was obsessed with ever larger muscular physiques, and he was designing a machine that could take muscles from one person and give it to another person, namely himself, and he went through a lot of research and development to design the method to achieve his goal, but ultimately although he finished successfully his research a couple of years ago he had to abandon it, even though the machine and formulas were done and correct, and he had “acquired” the donators for the muscle (acquired here meaning he kidnapped the 5 body builders) there was a major downside to the experiment, no matter how much he crunched the data and recalculated, there was only a 0.7% chance a subject could survive the muscle impregnation “there is less then 1% chance of survival?” Cameron muttered, a chill running down his spine. “There is more than 99% chance of dying if someone used this machine, no wonder the doctor abandoned it, I guess I should leave this buried away as I found it.” With that Cameron decided to leave that place. As he put the books and papers back into their places and closed the files on the various monitors, as he was closing the last file on the monitor next to the staircase that lead to down to the tanks, he accidently opened a control panel as he looked down at the tanks and pondered what it would be like to have a physique like that. Then as he was turning around he slipped on a patch of grease on the floor that he didn’t notice before, lunged his had forward to grab anything to keep him from falling down the stair, and he grabbed the screen he was working on but his hand slipped off of it and he tumbled down the stairs and rolled onto the floor below, he was dazed and disoriented from the bumps his head took and he didn’t notice he was laid out over the metal plate on the floor, as he was recollecting his thoughts and trying to figure out what happen he heard an audible *beep* and he felt a cold band stretch over his forehead and adjust tightly, he didn’t understand what was happening, suddenly two other cold bands also stretched over both his wrists and tightening down holding his arms in place just as the forehead band held his head down. As this was happening he finally came back to his senses, and then it hit him “fuck!! I must have pressed something when I grabbed the monitor!!”. He realised he might have turned on the machine with a less then 1% survival rate, and now he was stuck in it with no way to escaped! As he came to this morbid conclusion he felt something else happening which he directed his attention to. The plate on the floor he was strapped to started rising from the ground, it stopped at about 1m (about 3ft) above the floor, then one of the two tubes in the direction his feet were, started moving, it was the slender tube and it had a needle attachment, Cameron was scared but there was nothing he could do, he struggled and struggle and fought with the bands restraining him as the needle got closer to his body, but they wouldn’t come loose, so he had no choice but to resign himself to the situation and hope that he somehow makes it out alive as he laid on the cold examination table-like thing he was strapped to. The tube and needle reached up to about halfway to the side of his right thigh and pricked him and inject a small amount of a liquid with a blue hue to it and then receded back to its original position, the prick didn’t hurt too much and he was feeling drowsy or drugged Cameron wondered “well what is it going to do?” just as he finished that sentenced he felt the bands on wrists and head loosen up, and then they receded as well into the table. “Maybe the process takes place in stages, maybe I’ll be okay if I leave right now,” but after saying that and trying to get off the table he found himself unable to move his limbs. “What the fuck is going on here? Move. Move!” he yelled at his body but it didn’t he could only move his neck freely, his extremities seem to have been numbed by the injection, they felt normal in every way except they felt incredibly weak, like when your muscles are fatigued after you have worked them out extensively and you can’t even lift them up afterwards, that’s how they felt, and so he started worrying again and he remembered. “I forsake myself to it, guess I was just too happy that it stopped but I guess it’s not done yet with me yet,” he laid there for about a minute before something else happened. The second tube that was next to the one with the needle started moving, it was a much bigger tube, it was a dark grey colour, and it was as thick as the ones in the tanks that went in the anus of the body builders, and it had a strange attachment, and as it got closer he could make out what that attachment was, it was in the shape of a penis head, and the rest of the tube was ribbed with lines and bumps, making the whole length of the tube resemble the shaft of a penis, as it got closer to his body Cameron felt the table shifting, it moved his legs up from under the calves, into a position that resemble the position of sitting on a chair but on his back, and he realised the tube really was meant for his anus, he was scared just like before for the needle but a little voice in the back of his mind told him he wanted to try and know what it felt like, and his penis became erect in a second as he remembered what he felt when he saw it inside the bodybuilder, he was afraid but he wanted to feel it, the desire to experience it grew and grew, and before he knew he felt the cold tube shaped like a penis touch the outside of his anus, it was cold and sent shivers down his body. When the tube reached the outside of the anus it secreted a little bit of liquid that felt like gel so Cameron assumed it was lubrication, and then it really started, the machine started apply more pressure to open up the sphincter muscle, and it did, it finally reached the point where the anus couldn’t stay closed and the head popped right in and Cameron felt like something he never knew he could feel, it hurt a lot as it worked its way inside but it felt so good at the same time, it pried open his hole because of how wide the tube was but Cameron was enjoying and for a moment even thought, “Maybe this isn’t so bad,” a thought that quickly vanished as he felt the tube go deeper and deeper, it only hurt at the anus but he certainly felt it in his insides as it straightened the curves in his colon onto it until he was shocked to see it start to show as it protruded through his abs, and it protruded more and more till it finally stopped, it was pushing out onto his skin a full inch if not a little bit more, it didn’t hurt or feel like it hurt him in any ways but it was very incredible, Cameron sighed a sigh of relief since he thought the worst was over, but how wrong he was. A few minutes went by and nothing happened, but then out of nowhere he heard a machine start to make sound, it sounded like a pump to be exact, and he felt a little vibration inside from the tube he had in his abdomen, he knew something else was going to happen. And that’s when it really started. He saw body builder number 2 to his left side twitch slightly, and then the calf of the man suddenly shrunk down to just skin and bones! He gasped, it was unbelievable, the man’s huge left calf muscle, which looked to be at least 54cm (21inches) suddenly deflated, but then he noticed the tube that went into the man’s anus engorge at the anus, it was carrying a lump and transported it up until he couldn’t see it anymore, after a few seconds suddenly a lump appeared at the base of the tube that went inside Cameron “what is that?….” he thought to himself and the lump moved up the tube and it went inside him and he saw it then come the head that he could clearly see through his abdomen and the lump moved down his left leg and where his calf was and then suddenly engorged to four times the size of the lump in an very painful wave which made him cringe but he noticed suddenly he had developed calves that were about 41cm big (6 inches) and that’s when it hit him, the lump was the man’s calf and it transported it to his own body, albeit some of the size is lost in the process, then he noticed 4 other lumps consecutively show up moving up the tube and into his ass, which aroused him more as each one penetrated him, then he saw them come out the head of the tube into his abdomen and he watched as they started moving towards his left leg again under his skin, when he raised his head and looked at the legs of the other body builders he noticed they had all lost all the muscle mass in their left lower legs, and when he turned his view back to his left leg it was just as the 4 lumps merged and with a wave of pain started fusing and becoming his own muscle, the pain was like that of having a bone broken but localised to where the muscle was being absorbed only while at the same time feeling like having multiple orgasms one after another. It made Cameron grind his teeth and arch back with a tear flowing out of his eye, and his cock so hard and going wild ripped right through his compression shorts to full mast! And as the wave of pain and arousal subsided after about 6 seconds (the longest of his entire life) he was left breathing heavily and sweating profusely, then he looked down to be amazed at what happened, there was his left lower leg, with a 76cm (30inch) mass of muscle, he was amazed, awestruck by the sheer size, the striated muscle fibres visible through the skin, and the large bulging pumped up veins that covered it, it made his cock rage like a wild animal. It was beautiful. But as he was preoccupied admiring the beauty that had become part of his body the machine seemed to pick up the pace and started working faster. The sound of the machine working faster finally got Cam’s attention, as he looked up at the men he saw body builder 1 through 4 had deflated left upper legs, and as he reached body builder 5 he saw his left upper leg suddenly deflate too, all his thigh muscles just disappeared and he noticed the lump again exit his body through the tube, then he saw it start happening to the man’s right lower leg, then upper leg, and as he turned around it had happened to the other men as well, he knew what was coming next and he feared it yet desperately wanted to go through with it, the voice in his head that told him he wanted it had grown louder and louder and was overpowering the fear. Then the lumps started appearing, 4 of them in a file came up the tube and flowed into his asshole, arousing him and making his cock jerk, he saw them then protrude through his abdomen and start making their way to his left upper leg where they merged and again a surge of pain and pleasure flooded his system driving him wild as the muscle expanded and became part of his body, but Cam’s desire for the muscle was making him bare the pain so he could watch the wonderful thing that was happening to his body, his fear almost entirely subdued by the erotic desire to have those muscles. Cameron’s eyes were marvelled at what he saw, the muscle expanded and became his now 109cm (43 inch) left thigh, the sight made him reach orgasm and he cummed all over himself with more cum the he had ever seen before, then even though still partially lost in the pleasure more lumps appeared and started making their way to his right lower legs, then more lumps and at a faster rate started appearing, going to his upper legs, lower legs, left glute, right glute, each of his 8 individual abs, Apollo’s belt, left then his right pec, forearms, biceps, triceps, lats, delts, traps, each time making the muscle, or arms or legs contract with the expanding muscles. Every single individual muscle group, one after another, he saw as the muscles disappeared off of the bodies of the once body builders around him and come into his body and start being absorbed by him, every surge of unbelievable pain, every wave of erotic pleasure, he came again, and again, and again as the pleasure was unbearable as he saw his body parts engorge with monstrous mass, the muscle inflating like balloons, the muscle fibres showing through the paper-thin stretched skin, the veins growing, engorging and spreading all over his muscles, thickening with blood and testosterone from those 5 men, it was a sight to behold. When Cameron finally managed to came back to his senses after the thrill ride of pleasure he took, he was, needless to say, overjoyed by his body, muscles with size beyond what any mister Olympia could ever dream of achieving, veins as thick as ropes spread all over his muscles protruding and pulsating with blood, feeding them, all glistening from all the cum he shot over himself which only made his body more attractive, and the compression shorts you ask? Nowhere to be seen, they had exploded off of his engorging muscled body with only a few tatters stuck under his enormous glutes. Cameron was more than amazed and he was especially enjoying the huge veins that appear all over his muscles, he was covered in them, and they were massive and pulsated with testosterone, and the clearly visible muscle fibres that were clear as day to the eye, he loved it with all his might, but the ride wasn’t over just yet….. While Cam appreciated his new given body he noticed something weird start happening, the five tanks holding the now anorexic looking men that were once beautiful examples of muscle at its best. The five men started dissolving into the liquid and the liquid changed from transparent to a really thick-looking white almost gel-like substance. Then he heard an automated sounding voice from the computer say ‘DNA impregnation complete, beginning stage 2’ “WHAT? I’ve only gone through stage one yet, after all of this?!” he exclaimed, when he saw two much larger bulges move up the pipe that went inside of him, they were coming together in a pair, one next to each other and he felt them stop right at his anus, he then turned his attention up above his head where he heard rattling and as he turned his eyes upwards he saw the pipe dangling from above with the weird attachment, which was just like the cock head attachment the one inside him has, start moving down. He was again afraid yet again uncertain of what might happen next, his heart racing, and him body sweating profusely yet again. He tried to move his head since the pipe was coming straight down at his face when the band which had previously retracted appeared again and held his forehead firmly down, there was no avoiding it. The cockhead shaped nozzle of the tube touched Cam’s lips after it made its way down next to Cam’s head then up again to meet his mouth which he refused to open and allow it to enter, so the pressure increased more and more and his lips finally gave way, the long, thick, rubbery tube made its way into his mouth, reach the back of his throat, but before his gag reflects could even kick in it made its way down his throat and it kept going down, more and more as he saw more of it disappear in front of him into his mouth, he guessed he had swallowed about 30cm (1 foot) of it before it stopped, then like in unison both machines started doing something…… The one that had violated his now rock hard bubble ass and protruded through his now steel cut solid 8-pack abs started retreating from his ass, he was relieved thinking the approximately 40cm (16 inches) of tube that was inside of him was finally leaving his body, but as the head was just about to leave his hole, the machine re-adjusted itself to a more pronounced 90° angle and started making its way back inside, until it reached the base of Cam’s hard cock with a painful pressure, then the pressure increased and it hurt more and more, then he felt a really hot sensation in his crotch like he was in a hot bath, and although in pain he saw something amazing, the tube’s cockhead started expanding and entering the base of his cock, his eyes couldn’t believe it, as he bit his lips from the pain, but he wouldn’t stop looking at what was happening, it made its way painfully up the shaft stretching it to the 14cm (5 inch) circumference of the tube, and he saw the thicker and wider head leading the way, stretching and engorging it until it reach and stretched the 7inch cockhead of Cam’s penis, then the pain increased as it started stretched longer, and longer, it went on and on but it did so while sending waves of pleasure to Cam’s brain, it was delicious, it stretched to a full rock hard, massive length of 40cm (16inches) then stopped when the two large bulges, each about the size of an orange, were absorbed into the ball sack, and as it was absorbed, ropes of veins grew onto them and he started feeling the breeze on his stiff hot dick, it had become part of his body as well Cameron realised in a disbelieving yet still joyous shock. This huge, thick, hot, hard piece of man meat, was all his, he jerked it to see if it was true and it jerked, it was more than he ever dreamed off. The rest of the tube that was behind the huge bulges that became his balls, retreated outside to their original position next to the needle. That’s when a different noise caught Cam’s attention “There is still more?” he thought to himself, but without any fear now, he was now determined to see this through, this accident had given him the muscles and the cock he could only ever dream off, he wants it all now and he going to thoroughly enjoy it. It seems the muscles and cock not only enhanced his body but also his ego had been boosted up, and he liked it. Then he noticed the white liquid that formed from the men who were once in the tanks starting draining, the level was going down inside the tanks, when he felt the tube that went down his throat start vibrating a little and so he looked up. He saw through the transparent tube a white liquid moved downwards in the tube and it went into his mouth and he felt the flow of the liquid through his throat and as it pumped out into his chest, and he felt something strange, but in his pecs, so he looked at them and saw them swelling and pulsating and it plunge him into an orgasmic thrill ride of pleasure, it was a magnificent sensation, and he arched back from how erotic it felt while his mammoth dick jerked up and down. The tube kept pumping the liquid inside of him and into his pecs and the pecs swelled to twice their size then stop swelling but kept contracting with every massive pump into them, and Cam’s from the corner of his eye even though he was barely able to think from the pleasure he was in could see the tanks slowly drain empty, which took he could only guess was around half an hour, half an hour of toe curling, orgasmic bliss, when it started to subside he was surprised he managed to stay sane after en experience like that, and slowly the pleasure started dying down and the pumps became less intense, which is when he finally noticed that his pecs did not shrink down, but stayed at the doubled size, and looked gorgeously tight and hard, but his nipples had grown to almost triple their thickness and protruded more than 2 cm (1 inch) now and were as stiff as a hot cock. As he admired them he felt the tube retreating from him and as the head left his mouth the last bit of the liquid that was left in the tube, about a litre, pour into his mouth filling it up and then pour all over his face, and it tasted like warm, deliciously sweet and salty honey as he swallowed it down, and he recognised the smell and knew it right away that it was steamy cum, he never tasted it before or anything that tasted as delicious, it was all over his rosy lips and felt good on his face. At the same time the part of the table holding his legs up in the air lowered back down, and as it did he was regaining the feeling back in his legs and arms, and he tried to move, and he did, he managed to get off of the table and the first thing he could bring himself to do was touch himself, touch himself all over, feel the muscles up, grasp his beastly pecs and dig his fingers into the solid flesh, slide his fingers over the striations on his legs, to pas his hand over his marble abs, to feel up the ropes of veins on his 40 cm (16 inch) cock, to grope his massive balls bigger than a baseball each. All of this massively aroused him which is when he felt his chest and abs start getting wet and he looked down at his shelf-like pecs and saw something fantastic, cum was coming out of his nipples in a stream, and grabbed his left pec and squeezed and a long squirt came out of it, more than 10 times as cum in that squirt then in a regular man’s ejaculation. He squeezed again this time catching the cum and he doesn’t know why but an almost euphoric hunger came from within him for that cum and licked it all clean off of his hand, and it was delicious, so he squeezed again, and again, and again, licking it up each time, and each time the quantity increased until every squirt released about half a cup of cum, yet his pecs didn’t shrink down, nor did it feel like it was running out of cum, it just kept producing more until it satisfied his hunger. As he finished up his meal Cameron looked to the stairs for a way out, to go out into the world as a new man, and enjoy every moment of his new life. His new life of monstrous muscles, that no man would ever be able to match or surpass again, and to be the epitome of lust, beauty and strength. The End........ ?

Alright kids, daddy found this story and compiled it for y’all. It’s still available on the forum, but here’s everything all together. Now cut ploder some slack. https://www.dropbox.com/s/wbianzmnc80jste/Troys Maggot.rtf?dl=0

I'm reaching in the way back to bump this, but I just reread it, and I thought it deserved some exposure and maybe some consideration for a new chapter by the great Goremeridian (even though he's probably tired of me asking him to continue different stories ).

Chapter 45 I’d felt so good on Sunday that I didn’t expect to be sore on Monday. I’d gotten used to a certain level of muscle soreness as background radiation in my life, but this was deeper and more thorough than anything I ever experienced in my life. In part because of the soreness, I still needed James’s help getting on my socks and shoes that morning, but since Charles had me down for yoga that morning before class, I was pretty sure I’d be stretched out soon enough. The pretzeled shapes Charles had me stretch into were ones I did not think were possible with my body. For instance, he wanted me to extend my head so far backward and leg so far behind me that they met in the middle. With my colossal ass, that seemed an unlikely proposition. James couldn’t even do it, but it was fun to watch him try. Charles, and his sugary encouragement, reminded me the goal wasn’t to master the positions in three weeks; it was to get as flexible as possible. I did feel much more limber after yoga. James thought he could squeeze in a quick blow job before my math class, but Charles must have known what we were up to because he followed us into the bathroom. “Is it 1:30 in the afternoon?” Charles asked when he saw us headed to the handicapped stall. “No,” James said. “And am I your unquestioned lord and master?” “Yes,” I said. “Then change and head off to calculus, you nutty bunny.” If people used to part way for me before, now they cut a huge swath around me. I used to feel like a shark swimming through the water; now I felt like an ocean liner cutting through the sea, parting the waves to either side of me. When I got to the classroom, I went to walk through the door as always, but the doorjamb stopped me. I’d walked into doorways before, a price of getting huge. So, I backed up and tried again. I bumped into the doorjamb again. This time, I stayed in the doorway and looked down to assess the problem. Both of my shoulders were hitting the frame. Both. At the same time. I was wider than the doorway. I backed up, turned sideways, and twisted my way through the door. Thankfully, I was the first person into the room, so there was no one there to be my witness. I took my seat at the back of the room, and if my ass had been too big for the chair before, now it was comically small against my mighty posterior. I contemplated taking the second chair for my own devices. No one sat there anyways, and now I was taking up three-quarters of a table designed for two people. But I wasn’t sure I could balance between the two chairs because of how thick my thighs were, so I didn’t risk it. I didn’t want to fall of my chair in the middle of class. The plastic storage bin still mostly worked for keeping my pecs out of the way, although now I had to pull it closer to me every now and again because my meaty chest kept butting it away from me. It was my biceps that were the real problem. Holding my arm at the slight angle I needed to take notes caused the mound to flex into full relief, which bumped into my pecs. As I wrote, I could feel my body fighting against itself for space, which made my cock get thicker in my pants. It wasn’t the exact chain reaction from before—the plastic storage bin mitigated it—but I was going to need to find a new workaround, and fast. When I went to walk out of the room, I walked into the doorjamb again. “Twist, then walk,” I reminded myself. Hearing the voice of Charles in my head, I didn’t deviate from the plan one jot. I diligently did my homework, stopping only for a mini-meal, until it was time for lunch. James assiduously ate everything on his plate, even though by the end I could tell he never wanted to eat again. “Why push yourself so hard?” I asked. “If I don’t eat all my vegetables, Charles won’t let me have dessert,” he answered. At 1:30, he practically tackled me, he felt so pent up for missing our usual morning blowjob. He had no room left inside him for my cock or my copious ejaculate, so he furiously fucked me to work off some of lunch. Then he and I had another workout, just as grueling as the day before had been. I felt swollen and raw at the end of it. I was so pumped that I didn’t want to put on my shirt for fear of ruining the sleeves. Finally, it was time for biochem, my class with Luke. As we walked to class, Luke got a little strut in his step. When I asked him about it, he said, “I thought walking next to you would make me feel small, but it’s making me feel like one of the big dogs. It’s intoxicating, buddy.” He wasn’t wrong. When we got to our class, I walked into the doorjamb again, and Luke let out a “Fuck yeah!” That afternoon was my first dance lesson. Charles had subcontracted that to Vanessa, and she had unrealistic goals for what I could do with this body. “Don’t worry your pretty face about it, Chris,” Charles said. “I had her develop three different routines. The first is a boring basic one in case of disaster. Then there’s the one we’re going to practice the most, with a little bit of funky flair and dazzling dancing. Then there’s the ambitious one.” “You’re going to make us learn three different dance routines?” James asked. Charles nodded and said, “You’re two smarty smarts. You’ve got room in your noggins for three different dance routines.” Vanessa then showed me all three routines. The ambitious one ended in a one-handed handspring. James just laughed when he saw that. They wanted my nearly 300-pound body doing a one-handed handspring. Charles was insane. But I gave it my all. And surrendered to my schedule. Class. Homework. Eating. Lifting. Posing. Fucking. Sleeping. Monday and Tuesday bled into Wednesday. Charles was right. This was going to be a hard three weeks. On Wednesday afternoon, Dave and Luke met up with James and me after we’d just cleaned up from our afternoon workout. I was about to robotically head to biochem, when Luke stopped me. “It’s the day before Thanksgiving. No afternoon classes.” I nearly wept. “My car’s outside,” Dave said. “I’ve already programmed the GPS, and I packed for both of you.” “That was really nice of you,” James said. “Charles demanded it. He said there wasn’t room for it on your schedule.” When we walked out of the athletic center, there was a giant luxury SUV waiting for us. “You own this?” I asked. “Oh, heavens no,” Dave said. “I lease it.” He pushed the button on his key fob so the doors unlocked. “Mother insisted.” I was extremely thankful Dave’s car was so big, because even with it as big as it was, James and I were cramped into the back seat. The seatbelt again fought to get past my pecs. “Do you need an extender?” Dave asked. “I have one in the glove compartment in case you’re just too manly for my seatbelts.” I clicked the seatbelt into place, and it slid in between the globes of my pecs. “Not yet,” I said. “But soon.” “Alrighty,” Dave said. “Off to James’s family Thanksgiving.” About a half hour into the two-and-a-half-hour drive, I got a face time from Charles, which I promptly answered. “Tell Davey-kins it’s time to pull over for yoga and a meal.” “You heard the man,” I told Dave. “There’s a scenic overlook in two miles, will that be soon enough?” “Super duper,” Charles said, and then hung up. At the scenic overlook, James and I did our yoga while Dave and Luke sat on the hood of Dave’s car and watched. “Why did you pick Charles for us?” I asked. “He’s…” “A tiny musclebound tyrant with the speech patterns of a kindergarten teacher?” Dave suggested. “Yes. Precisely,” James said. “Remember that guy I dated sophomore year that I was too embarrassed to introduce you to?” Luke turned to Dave excitedly. “Charles is Kitty Cat?” Dave nodded. “We all make mistakes in our youth.” I had forgotten all about Kitty Cat. James, bent in half trying to reach his foot, said, “Remind me which one was Kitty Cat. I used to zone out when you guys talked about your boyfriends.” “Kitty Cat was the one who gave Dave a new present every day, and each one was cat-themed,” I said while holding my Half Moon pose. “And they weren’t nice gifts either. Utterly tacky,” Dave said. “Cat ear muffs. Cat rainboots. Cat pajamas.” Luke could have kept listing, but he stopped. “I remember him now. If he was so embarrassing, why did you date him?” James asked. “I like it when a man bosses me around in the bedroom,” Dave said. “I take direction well,” he added. “And how,” Luke cheered. “How long did you date him?” James asked. “Four months,” the three of us said in unison. “You dated him for four months because he was good in bed?” “Not good,” Dave said. “Until Luke here, he was the best I ever had.” Luke beamed. “They only broke up because he tried to dress Dave,” I chirped in. “I draw the line at espadrilles,” Dave said. “If you hate him so much, why pick him for Chris’s trainer?” “The man wanted to control every aspect of my life. Where we went, what we ate, what we did, what I wore. Sounds like the perfect trainer to me.” Luke nodded. “I take it Davey-kins was his pet name for you?” James asked. “Yes, and he was the one who insisted I call him Kitty Cat. Why have a short, effective nickname when we can address each other with multisyllabic gobbledygook?” Dave was getting riled up. “Calm down, babe,” Luke said, rubbing his back. “See? ‘Babe.’ One syllable, practically a grunt. Shows endearment and affection.” Dave kissed Luke on the forehead. “Thank you for being the perfect boyfriend.” We finished our stretches and meal, and were back in the car. “You’re getting better at packing in the food,” Luke said to James. “I’m scared of Charles,” James said. “His eyes are shiny and dead, like a doll’s. Besides, eating is getting easier. I just have to work a little harder at the gym to make sure I don’t get a gut.” “That would be hard to do with the diet Charles has you on,” Luke commented. “I miss fries,” I said. “How can you think about food after all that Charles makes you eat?” James said. “And pizza,” I added. The rest of the drive passed pleasantly: talking, singing, reminiscing, and no calls from Charles. James’s family lived in a cul-de-sac, in one of those planned communities. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Dave said, pulling into the community, “we have entered suburbia. Keep your arms and legs inside the car until we have reached our destination.” “My dad bought the house when he was still trying to pass for straight,” James said. “But they made it homey,” he added. We could tell Doug and Henry’s house from down the street. There were statues, flowers, and hedges in the front yard, whereas every other house had a perfectly manicured monoculture of green. “Uncle Henry find lawns depressing,” James told us. There were also two bicycles in front of the house, and no car. “They have a car for long-distance trips or big runs to the grocery store, but they keep it in the garage. Uncle Henry prefers to bike to work, and Dad works out of the basement,” James clarified. If all of that weren’t enough to make the house stand out, it was a vivid, bright shade of blue in a sea of beige and white. “It’s Egyptian blue,” James said. “They got a fine for choosing a non-approved color.” “Worth every penny,” Dave said. “I like your dads already.” As I struggled with my seatbelt, Dave, Luke, and James got out of the car. As soon as their doors closed, Doug came running out of the house. “Jimmy!” he screamed, running up to his son. James hugged his father, picked him up, and spun him around. When James put his father down, Doug looked him up and down, just as he had at the cabin. “Did you get even bigger?” Doug asked. “Maybe a little,” James said. “It suits you,” Doug said. He faked a tear and said, “I guess you’re not my little boy anymore.” James smiled and, in a vaguely Southern accent said, “I done and grown. I’s sorry, pa.” Doug dismissed James’s joke with a chuckle, then turned to face Dave and Luke, “Let me guess.” He put his hand to his temple like he was trying to divine which was which with psychic powers. “This handsome devil,” he pointed to Dave, “must be Dave, and this hunky bloke,” he pointed to Luke, “must be Luke.” “Nice to meet you,” Luke said, putting out his hand. Doug stared at it with his usual confused look. “We’re huggers, Luke.” He then wrapped Luke in a bear hug. As Doug embraced Luke, Dave turned to James and said, “You make a lot more sense now.” Doug ended the hug and turned to Dave. With a resigned look in his face, Dave opened his arms and gave Doug a halfhearted embrace. Doug held Dave tightly. Then, to my surprise, Dave tightened his grip and held Doug close to his body. Doug softly said, “Somebody’s dad doesn’t hug him, huh?” Dave buried his face in Doug’s chest, and said, “Your dad is perfect, James.” Doug let Dave decide how long to let the hug go on, but it ended soon enough. I’d seen Dave smile a thousand different smiles, but I’d never seen him as happy as that hug made him. Looking around, Doug asked, “Jimmy, where’s boyfriend Chris?” I opened the car door and emerged. Doug’s eyes grew wide, and he said, “Henry, you need to get out here and see this.” Henry came out of the house, looking a little perturbed. “It’s impolite to greet visitors in the driveway,” he said, then he saw me. “Well, my my.” He came out of the house and joined us all in the driveway. “I thought that Charles fellow was exaggerating your nutritional demands, but it clearly all goes to its purpose. Hello, Chris.” “Henry,” I said. “Where’s my hug?” Doug whimpered. I took Doug in one arm, Henry in the other, and lifted them both into the biggest bear hug of their lives. When I put them down, Henry straightened his glasses and Doug enthusiastically slapped my arm. “Thank you for that, boyfriend Chris.” “Before I officially welcome you all to our house, I want to say how delighted I am you chose to have Thanksgiving with us,” Henry announced. “However, as a father, I have to take this moment to say you should call your parents at some point this weekend. They miss you. Now, with that unpleasantness over, shall we go inside?” When he got to Dave he said, “You’re quite fashionable. You must be Dave,” he linked arms with Dave. “I’m thinking of changing my hair from white to something new. Tell me, what colors are popular among your theater friends?” Dave turned to James. “I love your parents,” then, without missing a beat, turned back to Henry and said, “That depends on what type of look you’re going for.” The two walked into the house discussing hair color and style. Doug turned to Luke and said, “You look like you give excellent piggy-back rides.” “Is that…?” Luke started. “Get your mind out of the gutter, young man. No double entendres here.” “Well, in either sense you meant, I do.” “Good. So, let’s have the big guys bring in the luggage,” Doug hopped on Luke’s back and shouted “H’yah!” Luke, ever the goofball, trotted inside like a horse. “I guess we’re getting the bags,” I said to James. There were only four small bags. I could easily carry them by myself. “There’s something I’ve always wanted to do first,” James said. He threw his arms around my neck and kissed me. “I love you too,” I said. “But why the kiss?” “I’ve never been out at home. Now I am.” “In that case,” I said, and swept him off his feet. Holding James like a newlywed bride, I squatted to pick up the four bags with my right hand, and carried him inside.

Chapter 12 It was the night before the tryouts. I just finished off enough for five grown men at dinner and was lounging on one giant couches in my room. I was relaxed, the gang would be here soon with my new uniform, and I would get it on and see how it looked and fit. There was a delay as someone in the office for the uniform company thought the order was a joke internally, and then when they discovered it was not it was rushed, so that's why it was delivered to my place so late. Lounging on the couch, I could still not take in my enormity. I had a pair of massive and tight spandex shorts on only as I was hot. I was now always warm and needed cool air to be comfortable, Martin saying that was one of the effects of being so large. Over time I was here, I had put on more weight, only to 3300 pounds and still not up to the 4500 pounds the coach was expecting. I was still holding steady height wise at over 17 feet tall. The gang came in with some very large boxes. Jess was in his usual happy mood, Davis steady as usual and Harold just his tiny giddy self. We arranged the boxes on the floor and started unpacking. Jess then inspected each item, then Davis, then put on by Harold which gave him great entertainment putting each piece on as we laughed. Each item we took out of the boxes got more and more ridiculous looking on Harold, the shoulder pads the most as they looked like some vast horse harness drooped over him. "Well, time to suit up Linus," Jess announced and directed me off the couch. "Time to drop those briefs and get your jock on." “Get your JOCK on!” parroted Harold. He was enjoying this immensely. I got up and gave them the big show as I play stomped to the middle of the room, then expanded my self and hit a double bicep. "Ready to jock it up, guys." Off came the spandex. There was a silence in the room as I stood there naked. All three of them were just awe-struck. "That is the biggest hog I have seen on a guy," Harold gasped. Jess and Davis nodded silently and reverently as if they were in church. Davis pipped up, “Linus, how freaking big is that thing? Have you measured it?” “Yes, I have guys, and it seems to keep growing, the twin giants measured it this morning, and it's three feet long soft." Harold was now right below me gazing up at it. He still could not reach it on his tippy-toes. He wanted to touch it so bad, so I sat down, and it flopped over my melon sized balls. Harold then walked in between my massive thighs. He looked up at me to check again; I just nodded a yes. He slowly ran his tiny hand down its length, then lifted it with two hands. "Davis and Jess and I will be using this frequently so that you know," Harold said looking up at me. “What’s mine is your guys. Feel free to use it anytime.” I answered. Davis got up, "We got to get you suited up, let's do this now ok? We need to know if everything fits. Harold, we will be using that, but not just right now." Harold mock pouted and stepped out from between my titanic legs as I stood up. The jockstrap went on first. It was tight. My junk just fit in there. Jess was concerned that I would not have enough movement with it tight, but it seemed ok. It stuck out from my form like I was hiding a watermelon. Pants were perfectly fit and formed around my huge thighs and massive ass perfectly. The white spandex highlighted my perfect muscular ass and the jock wrapping around it. Shoulder pads, check, Jersey, check…wait it was number 80. “Jess, I’m 80? I am going to be a defensive lineman.” “No, you are not. Jess replied. I told the coach how much you weighed and he wants you as a tight end until you bulk up to that two-ton-plus size". What a fucking setback this is I thought. First what kind of world now is it where a 3300-pound guy is too light to play defensive lineman? Also now I can’t get a shot at my enemy, the asshole 75. I would have to figure out some other way to cold-cock him on the field and act as if it was just a football accident. I told Jess that was cool. Next, the shoes, size 75. Fuck, I can’t fucking escape that number. Then the helmet. It fit perfectly. We relaxed as I stretched and moved around in the uniform. Harold now was up in front of me; I now had to realize that I could not see people under 8 feet if they were close in front of me. I almost knocked down Harold, Davis caught him from stumbling back as my leg brushed him. “Careful Harold! I can’t see you when you are up close to my base like that. I do not want to hurt you. What do you want?” “Pick me up!” Harold was jumping up and down like a puppy. I squatted down and slowly brought him up to my helmet. “Linus, this is so hot I can’t handle it, and not being able to see your face through the mirrored facemask is just putting me over the edge.” I pulled him into me, his body was tight against my chest and shoulder pads. I could feel his tiny arms attempt to wrap around my neck. After about thirty seconds Davis had had enough. He stood up and reached up for Harold. “Uh, Linus, it’s time to give back my baby.” “Don’t worry Davis, he is your baby and will always be.” I detached Harold and held him out as a toddler and Davis took him back. Harold did the toddler act as Davis took back possession. "Want giant! Want!" Davis put Harold to his chest and gave him play baby smacks on his ass. "No, you can't have a football player." Jess was rolling on the couch laughing. The next morning we all assembled, and I had another behemoth breakfast. What I wanted to do was make sure no person would be able to tell who I was until I got on that field. Jess was perplexed. “You want to suit up here? Why not in the locker room?” "Jess, I am going to make a big entrance, and I want to surprise everyone. So I will reveal who I am when I am on the field, the team marketing guys would like that I think.” Jess bought it. Suited up, now was the time to leave the complex and be in the real small world. I was getting anxious but was keeping it under control. Leaving the complex itself was a struggle as every door I went through required me to bend over and go through sideways as I was too tall and too broad with my shoulder pads. We finally made it to the front of the building past the stares and gasps of the ordinarily staid researchers and staff of Van Semec Pharmaceuticals. A huge truck showed up with a smaller giant rideshare van. I loaded myself into the larger one which had no seat since there was no truck large enough with a seat to take me. The truck dropped noticeably as I maneuvered my massive ass into a sitting position. The guys rode to the field in the giant ride share behind me. Thirty minutes later the van stopped, and the door was opened up. Jess was there alone. Harold and Davis already were heading to the stands where they would watch. “Linus, the team has told the media that you are here, a giant football tryout, a giant of giants, but they do not know who you are. Since you are in uniform and are hidden under the mirror mask, they want to ask you some questions before you get on the field. Is that ok?” I thought it would be ok since the mirrored mask hid my face and now that I was so fucking tall, they could not even get a shot of my head unless I squatted down, which I would not do. “Sure Jess, let’s do this!” I extracted myself from the truck and up ahead was a huge crowd of fans and media. I decided I was going to give them the whole show. I slowly lumbered up to the gate where the crowd assembled through an empty plaza area lined with lamp posts. I strode slowly and exaggerated my steps as I got close. As I walked one of the plaza lamp posts caught my jersey on the shoulder and hung up on it. It stopped me, and I turned and reached back to unhook it from the lamp cross beam. I decided to take it up a notch more. I unhooked it then grabbed the post that was embedded in concrete and pulled like I was pulling out a stalk of corn about five feet shorter than me. I pulled. The lamppost came out, and I laid it on the planting area next to the plaza. The crowd went nuts! I then slowly came upon the crowd flexing my arms. The crowd rushed forward, the majority of which were regs. Everything they could touch on me within reach was being felt, tapped and smacked with yells of “Behemoths! Big 80!“ All other things yelled were lost in the general noise. Security guards pushed the crowd back, and the media stepped up. They asked who I was, and I told them I would let them know after the tryout. Then they asked every other question possible in 10 minutes. I just stood there and did not look down at them; I looked out as if another my size was asking the questions. I did not want any chance of being recognized. This made people even crazier as it came off as an arrogant giant just barely tolerating the tiny regs around his feet. I arrived just as the team was taking the field. The stands had about five thousand in a 50 thousand person stadium. I jogged over to the team assembling in front of the coaches on the sideline. All the coaches were from reg football teams in the past, and all were insanely short, so much so they were on a high gantry that lined the field and when they talked to players they were on this thing to bring them up to face to a helmet with them. Then I approached from the back, and the team split like a wave. I walked up to the gantry and the head coach. He still came to the bottom of my ribcage. “With you, I am gonna need a bigger gantry. A fucking whata sight you are!” He was almost in shock. We assembled on the field, did stretches and loosened up. I felt every team member's eyes lasering in on me. The looks up close ranged from fascination to sheer terror. 75 came up close twice, he was checking how big I was compared to him. The second time he gave me a disgusted huff. I was so going to destroy him. Jess came over multiple times and gave me crazy hard ass smacks and laughed each time. I split off with the tight ends and the tight end coaches. The biggest tight end other than me came to about 9 feet and wispy 900 pounds. The other ranged in the 7 to high sevens. It became apparent that a 5'6" coach could not really communicate with me unless I was always on my knees. Even then, I was too huge. That got crazy after about 30 minutes, so to the delight of the crowd, the coach would tap me on my leg, and I would pick him up to my face for the instructions on what to do. The crowd loved it. Basically, every ball that came within my giant reach was caught by me — my range of catchable and even wildly off balls I caught. The ball was larger by 50% but it was like catching a tennis ball for me. Covering me was impossible. Everywhere I went on the field I had people bouncing off my legs and thighs as I ran very slowly, like a freight train to the end zone. Others were dragged with me into the end zone. I was a monster, and unstoppable. As we took water breaks, I had guys come up and just gaze up at me and say everything they could about how they have never seen anything like me or my abilities. The offensive linemen were the best, as they would linger their hands over my ass and legs in congrats. 75 even came up and gave me a slap on the ass towards the end of practice. Practice ended and I was dying from not taking my helmet off. Just as I thought I could not take it anymore and was about to remove it, we were called to the gantry where all the coaches were. They gave us a pep talk, and then to my surprise, the head coach announced that the team had a new tight end. “Ok guys, this is unusual, but we are confident in this. 80 can you come up here?” The team parted, and I went up to the head coach. The timing was going to be perfect. As I slowly undid my chin strap and pulled my helmet off the coach announced. “Welcome number 80, Linus VanRavensway to the team!” I turned around and faced the team looking down on all, shaking the sweat off my head. "Thank you, coach and I am proud…" There were murmurs and activity in the guys; then players started stepping back. “Coach! 75 is down! We need the trainers!” 75 was down, out cold. The trainers were taking care of him, and then he groggily sat up from the turf. He stared right at me. His eyes were in pure terror. They got him up fast as he was in a hurry to get up and back to the locker room. One of the trainers yelled to the coach that 75 was ok; they would get him back to the locker room.

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 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.

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 21 The soccer plan went without a hitch. I was actually impressed how well it worked. The stands were packed—mostly women there to ogle beautiful men in tight shirts and shorts. I was only in the game for fifteen seconds. The entire team, the coach, Dave, and James—everyone in on the conspiracy—were convinced I faked it when I tripped over that first kick. I didn’t. I simply missed and fell. The knee injury was completely fake, though. I’m just glad the audience stayed to watch the other guys play. By the end, according to Dave and Luke, the people in the stands were cheering for the game, and not just the hot guys. People quickly figured out that both me and the tweet had been a publicity stunt, but no one cared, least of all the newly-devoted soccer groupies. And for a few days after the soccer game, things basically went back to my new normal. There were some noteworthy distinctions. The biggest change was that now complete strangers recognized me. They weren’t just staring and pointing anymore. They would ask, “Are you the soccer tweet guy?” And I’d say yes. Most of the other changes were minor adjustments to what I thought of as “my new life.” The most obvious change was that James and Luke really ratcheted up my workouts. Our daily hourly workouts lengthened into alternating 90-minute workouts and two-hour workouts. One weird change happened that first Wednesday. Dave and I had chem lab on Wednesday afternoons, and it was the one place I was used to still fading into the background. However, when I put on my lab coat that first time after the soccer game, my chest was too big for me to button it shut. My chest jutted out of the top, and I got plenty of attention. By the Friday after the soccer game, I’d stopped tripping over myself and walking into doorways. I had to move with a bit more caution and with a lighter step than I was used to. James told me, “You look like a dancer when you walk.” I told him that I’d always thought the same thing about him. My favorite change was breakfast. When the four of us sat on the grass eating breakfast, it was no longer just Dave with his head in Luke’s lap; I almost always had my head in James’s lap. We tried it the other way around, but my cock liked it a little too much, and I kept poking him in the back of the head with my erection. Speaking of my footlong friend, my cock came with a flurry of surprising changes. I could no longer wear boxers; I burst out the front and down the side. So, I graduated to boxer briefs. Also, crossing my legs now required intense focus, or I would crush myself. And masturbating was now an aerobic workout. I wasn’t going to pressure James to do anything he wasn’t ready for, but my augmented testicles created a cocktail of hormones that demanded a certain amount of sexual release, an amount that was only going up as James and I grew closer. I realized right quick that I needed to schedule at least three masturbation sessions a day or there’d be hell to pay. The first session of the day was in the gym. As soon as our workouts were over, I would lock myself in the first available stall. Standing while facing the bowl, I would drop my shorts, and my cock, ever-ready, would meet my abs just above my navel. It was too thick for either hand to reach all the way around, but I needed them both to stroke the length. In the small space, my muscles fighting each other for room, pumped from a workout—this was easily the fastest of my daily sessions, especially with images flashed through my brain: James grunting as he squatted, James sweating through his shirt, James lifting objects still too heavy for me. As I was about to climax, I’d aim for the toilet and release my first, largest, and heaviest load of the day. I’d grit my teeth and clench my jaw to minimize my orgasmic bellows, but I was still vociferous. Every time I flushed, I would fear the load would clog the plumbing. But it never did, so I would leave the stall to shower and change. I needed another session before I did any schoolwork. I could make it through class okay, but being alone in my room, my mind would wander to my ever-growing body and my studly boyfriend, which made studying impossible without release. As Luke (and therefore Dave) was usually at practice this time of day, my second session was my most self-indulgent. I’d play loud music so no one could hear my grunts of exertion. In my room by myself, I’d use my right hand to stimulate the head of my cock while I used my left to play with my massive ass. This usually led in me impaling myself on as many fingers as I could fit, all the while pretending it was James filling me. I’d lean on the dorm room door and work myself over, teasing my ass, for up to a half hour. Eventually, I’d work myself into a frenzy and cum like a fire hydrant broken open in the summer, getting it all over myself and the floor. I had to buy heavy-duty stain remover, several air fresheners, and all new towels to keep up with the fantastic volume I produced. My final session of the day was in the shower before bed. If I didn’t release a load before going to sleep, I’d wake up in the middle of the night and have to jack off then. I thought of this more of a maintenance session than a pleasure session. I’d get the water nice and steamy, rub my cock along the muscles of my legs and abs until it got hard. I’d feel every square inch of my body until my cock fairly demanded for release. Then, I’d point it down the drain and fire. I couldn’t wait for James to be ready.

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 13 By the time I went to bed that night, I was well enough versed in the rules of soccer even if I still needed a flowchart to know what did and did not count as offsides. I tried one last time to talk him out of this: “Wouldn’t you rather spend your birthday with your boyfriend?” Luke shook his head no, but there was a look in his eyes I couldn’t quite read. “Good night, buddy. Tomorrow we start training.” And he meant it. He dragged me out of bed at 5 AM when it was still dark outside. He threw some workout clothes on me and took me to the gym for a quick warm up. That at least woke me up, which was good because I knew pretty quickly that I wasn’t going to get coffee. We didn’t even go to the cart for breakfast; we went to the cafeteria. For breakfast. Like common freshmen. Then it was to the athletic center on the far end of campus, about a mile from the dorms. The gym was near the dorms and cafeteria and was open to anyone with a student ID. Even some of the professors worked out there. The athletic center was for the sports teams only. I had never set foot inside. It was on this walk that I realized why Luke always had sunglasses on him: we were walking directly into the sunrise. I had to squint and look down at the ground or I’d go blind. “Another workout?” I asked, looking at the clock in the lobby. It was 6:30. “I have to wake up for class in an hour.” “Drills,” Luke said. “And don’t worry. I’ll get you to class on time.” I spent the next hour kicking balls into targets a range of shapes and sizes and distances away. I’m sure the exercises were practicing different skills, but it seemed like slight variations on the same theme. The biggest challenge was keeping my own balls out of the way. They kept hefting up and down as I kicked, moving independently of the rest of my body. I even distracted myself a few times watching them sway to and fro. At 7:30, Luke let me shower in the facility even though I wasn’t a member of any sport team. Luke made it seem like a big honor, but I just wanted to wash off the sweat of the morning. I lingered a few minutes longer than it normally took me to shower just to feel the hot water cavalcade down my back and across my chest. The water pressure in this facility was amazing. It felt like the showerhead was massaging my body, like the waterdrops were a thousand comforting hands working through my muscles. It was so intoxicating, but I had to go to class. Luke walked me to my 8 AM class where he handed me off to James, and after the monotony of my morning, I was relieved for the mental stimulation, and philosophy was usually my least favorite class. When class got out at 9:30, I expected Luke to grab me in the hall and drag me back to the nets. Instead, James asked me to join him for breakfast at the cart. I figured Luke would find me when he was ready. When we got to the cart, there Luke was with a viscous shake and a protein bar. “I don’t know how you can ingest those,” I said honestly. “Oh, I’m not. You are.” He handed them to me and patted me on the back. I went to sit on the grass next to James, but Luke restrained me. “Nope. Finish those quick.” He produced his bag, seemingly out of nowhere, and pulled out more of my gym clothes. “As soon as you’re done, change in the library bathroom. It’s time to run. Oh,” he added, pulling out a brand-new jock strap, still in its package. “I got this for you. It’s got the largest pouch they had. As much fun as it was to watch you bounce like Jell-o, we don’t want you hurting yourself.” The jock strap did nothing to minimize my package, but I was fascinated how it held everything in its place. Luke didn’t let me admire the garment, though, because it was time to run. I had expected to run around campus, maybe up a flight of stairs like Rocky, but instead we ran to the athletic center again. And then Luke introduced me to something called “wind sprints.” It was grueling. For an hour, he had me running as fast as I could for varying distances. Sure, there were breaks in between the sprints, but by the end, I never wanted to run again. My shirt adhered to my pecs, and there was a dark shadow that extended from my armpits to the center of my chest. Each of my abs was individually visible through my shirt as the waterfall of sweat had suctioned the shirt against my skin. At the end of my torture, Dave walked in to check in on us. “How’s it going?” he asked after kissing Luke on the cheek. He handed me a bottle of water, and I gladly downed it in one go. “His stamina’s pretty good, but his speed could use work,” Luke said. Dave looked me up and down, scrutinizing me. “Are you sure you want to do this, Chrissy? Out of breath isn’t a good color for you. Though I give the wardrobe an A+.” In between puffs of air, I managed, “I’m doing this for your boyfriend.” “I’m pushing him beyond his limits,” Luke said. “In a normal game, he wouldn’t have to go this hard all at once.” Dave turned back to Luke. “Don’t kill him before chemistry tomorrow. I need his notes.” Luke let me shower again under that luxurious showerhead before lunch at the cafeteria. My legs were swollen and tired, and they felt heavy. I could see every line and sinew in my thighs, and the water trickled through them like rivulets down a cracked sidewalk. It took all my will power to leave the shower. At lunch, I tried to engage in the conversation, but all I could think about was my afternoon class. Right after lunch, I had senior seminar—a class only for chem majors—and it was the hardest of my five classes. “I don’t know if I can do this,” I whispered to James. “You have lunch every day,” James said encouragingly. “Just take it one bite at a time. You got this.” “Not lunch, James. I don’t think I can make the soccer team.” Dave slammed his fork on the table. “I will have no secret murmurings at our lunch table, young men. Share with the rest of the class.” “Chris is worried he can’t make the soccer team,” James said. “I didn’t want them to know that.” “But… the fork…” James was lost in a fog again. “You’ll be fine buddy. You’re in great shape.” “You’ve worked out with us every morning for a month,” Dave said. “Yeah. One workout a day. Luke’s already put me through three or four. And I’m sure he’s got more for me after seminar.” “Tackling and dribbling,” Luke confirmed. “You do this every day?” I asked Luke. “Normally, it’s a bit more spread out, but essentially, yeah.” “How do you have any time for class, or hanging with us, or dating?” “My course load is not as intense as yours. And I make the time for you guys because you keep me sane. If I didn’t have you guys, I wouldn’t be able to put up with the schedule either. I even skipped an away game to see Dave’s showcase.” Dave snuggled up close to his Luke. My respect for Luke had gone way up. James tapped my shoulder and pointed to the clock on the cafeteria wall. “Time for your class.” I whimpered. “If you give your all, I promise we can soak in the hot tub at the athletic center tonight,” Luke said. Dave cleared his throat. “And by we, I mean you, me, and Dave.”

Chapter 12 “I have a favor to ask,” Luke said. It was a Wednesday afternoon, almost four weeks after the showcase. “Oh?” I mumbled, just articulately enough to demonstrate I was only half-listening. I had a huge math set to finish, an important lab report to write, and a philosophy essay to research, and I wanted as much of it done before the weekend so I could continue to have a full social life. “I think you might even like it,” he added. “Yeah?” I didn’t look up from my homework. “Can you pause the trig, buddy?” “Calc,” I said. I put down my pen and turned around in my desk chair to look at him. “Okay. You have my full attention.” “Every year, the soccer team does a big charity fundraiser.” “Yeah,” I agreed. “Last year you did that shirtless car wash.” “Exactly. Since that did so well, this year we decided to do a calendar.” “Perfect stocking stuffer.” “And we decided to do something like Dieux du Stade.” “The guys on your soccer team have heard of Dieux du Stade?” “Dave suggested it.” “That makes more sense.” I was still waiting for the other shoe to drop. “We already booked the cameraman, non-refundable deposit…” After Luke paused for a few seconds, I filled in the blanks. “No.” “We don’t have enough guys.” “Aren’t there 30 guys on your soccer team?” “28. Only 11 guys volunteered.” “Shouldn’t you have realized this before you paid the cameraman?” “You have to book a professional weeks in advance. Originally, more guys volunteered. Until they Googled Dieux du Stade. By then it was too late.” “They don’t want to go Full Monty.” “Exactly. Especially since you’re packing these days, I figured you’d be up for it.” “You over-estimate my confidence.” “Do I?” Luke smiled lasciviously. “I guess not.” The thought of posing nude for a camera was actually thrilling; it was everything else that was a red flag. “You’ll be the twelfth guy?” Luke was keen. “Just do a group shot for the twelfth month. Merry Christmas; here’s eleven studs.” “The group shot’s the cover.” “So do two group shots.” “That would be cheap. This is for charity, buddy. We want it to be a big seller” “Get your Dave to do it. It was his idea, and he’s always talking about how he could be in a pin-up calendar.” “Dave wants a calendar all to himself. Also, he’s not on the soccer team.” “Neither am I.” This was getting ridiculous. “About that.” I turned my desk chair around in an attempt to end the conversation. Luke came over to my chair, spun it back around, and crouched down so we were at eye level. “One of our teammates is transferring in late October, so we won’t have a full roster for the end of the season. I talked to the coach and the guys on the team, and they were willing to give you a special tryout.” “That’s absurd on the face of it.” “They only agreed because they want you in the calendar.” “Why?” “You don’t know the rep you’ve built in the past month. You got hot overnight, and now you’re a campus sex symbol. Three different guys a week, easy. And you had loud sex at a party with the captain of the basketball team. People, even some straight guys, want to see you naked. You in the calendar would guarantee half of campus buys one.” “Get James to do it. He’s hotter than I am.” “James would never pose nude, and you know it. Not to mention that most people find James weird.” “James is beyond weird. That’s part of his charm.” “Try out for the team. If you don’t make the team, you don’t have to do it.” “I don’t even know the rules of soccer.” “But you’ve come to a bunch of my games.” “And I cheered when our school cheered,” I admitted. “You don’t know the rules?” “Get ball in net. Past that, I’m fuzzy.” Luke sat on the floor, looking slightly defeated. “It’s not that big of a deal. There are a thousand other solutions to this problem.” “It’s not just about the team. I wanted to do this together.” I looked at him, confused. “It’s our last year of college, buddy. We’ve been friends since, what? Seventh grade? Sixth? After we graduate, we might go entirely different ways. I hope we don’t. But you never know. And you did the showcase with Dave, and I wanted something like that too. Something that was the two of us. Training you for the tryout. Intense and alone. Then playing a game with you on the field, Dave cheering in the stands.” Luke was dead serious. I looked over to my wall calendar to see if I could rearrange things to fit in soccer training and saw the next day’s date. I let out a defeated sigh. “Consider this your birthday present,” I said. “Was that a yes?” “I’ll try out for the team. I make no other guarantees.” Luke jumped to his feet. “The tryout is Friday afternoon.” I’d have to finish my homework on Sunday.

Chapter 11 I spent Sunday recuperating from the prior two days. I didn’t leave my room except to go the bathroom. James, Dave, Luke, and I crashed hard after the party, and we decided to have a mellow day hanging out in the room, just like old times. We ordered in food and watched terrible movies from Hong Kong and played a few rounds of Luke’s new video game. I didn’t feel bulky or augmented or hung—I just felt like me again. Because Sunday felt like any other Sunday for the past few years, some part of me thought my life was going back to normal after two crazy days. But there was no going back to normal, and Monday showed me that. Dave picked my outfit and helped me figure out a hairstyle that was less demanding and high-maintenance than his. We didn’t want to look like twins anymore, after all. As soon as I left the dorm, things felt different. I was used to a sedan in my driveway, and now I had an SUV. The jeans Dave had bought me were tight, of course, so every movement reminded me that I was packing three extra inches and some heavy balls. The denim kept bunching up and drawing attention to my bulge, and I could swear I was warping the zipper. On top of that, I’d only been this new size for a few days, so I was still getting used to my dimensions. I slammed into a few people because I thought there was room for us both, and there wasn’t. I was also getting far more attention. I was used to being unremarkable in a crowd, but now people would openly stare at me. When I caught them, I’d smile and wave. I might as well be friendly. Some were so brazen as to point at my crotch. When I caught those people, I’d thrust my crotch in their direction. I might as well give them a show. Before I even got to my first class, a guy I’d had a history class with last year ran up to me. I recognized his face, but I didn’t remember his name. He reintroduced himself. He’d seen the showcase and was wondering if I was dating anyone. I considered telling him about Victor, but I was pretty sure that was a casual thing. So, I told him I wasn’t, and we set up a date for later in the week. I was going to have to get used to people hitting on me. In the past, I’d always been the aggressor—otherwise I never had dates. It was fun to be pursued. My first class was calculus. Few people want to discuss advanced mathematics so early on a Monday morning, so the classroom was usually tomb silent. When I got there, though, the room burst into a flurry of conversation. A handful of people said hello to me. By name. One even complimented me on the showcase. I took my seat in the front row, and class began. Fifteen minutes into class, the guy behind me asked if we could switch seats. He was having trouble paying attention because my back and shoulders were distracting him. I was a distraction. The morning went on like this. People I didn’t even remember meeting greeted me. I made two more dates with two more cute guys. Even one bold woman asked me out. I let her down gently. I was going to have to work hard not to get a big ego. That’s one part of me I didn’t want to grow. At lunch, I told the guys about all the people staring at me. “That’s the price you pay for being hot,” James said simply. Dave and Luke nodded in agreement. “You were always cute,” Luke said. “Now you’re a stud like us. You’ll adjust.” I was about to interject when Victor came over to the table. “Hey, Chris,” he said. “Victor,” I said. “I think you’ve met Luke.” They waved at each other. “This is his boyfriend Dave.” Dave extended his hand and said, “Enchanté.” Victor reluctantly shook Dave’s hand. “Nice to meet you.” “And this is James,” I finished. “Nice to meet you too.” Victor put out his hand for James to shake. James stared at Victor’s hand as though it were a riddle that needed to be solved. “He doesn’t shake hands,” I explained. “Okay,” Victor said, withdrawing his hand. “I was just wondering, if you’re not doing anything on Friday night, I was hoping we could do something.” “I already have plans Friday night. But I can do a Saturday afternoon or a Thursday night,” I said honestly. “Thursday it is, then,” Victor said and scurried away. “What plans do you have for Friday?” Dave asked. I told them about all the dates I’d been making. Luke grinned that cheesy smile. “I am so proud of you, buddy.” He extended his hand and hovered it over my shoulder. “How big do you want to get for your dates?” I shrank away from his hand. “Until I can figure out exactly how my new size is going to affect my life,” I told the guys, “I think I want to stay this size, at least for a while.” Luke looked and sounded dubious. “If that’s what you think you want” he said, withdrawing his hand. I didn’t know if that’s what I wanted, but I needed some time to figure out what I did want. Suddenly, opportunities and options never available to me were mine for the taking. I needed time to adjust. Over the next few weeks, I did just that. I never minded being the center of attention, so that was the easiest part to accept. My body took a little longer. But by the end of the first week, I had stopped walking into people, and I got used to carrying around a semi-automatic weapon. And, oh, did I have a lot of sex. Multiple guys, multiple nights, multiple positions. With the exception of Victor, all the guys I dated were now smaller than me. I’d always been the skinny guy, and there was something alluring about being bigger. In fact, I had a new favorite position: standing. As long as I had a wall for leverage, I was now strong enough to hold a smaller guy in my arms and fill his ass completely, lifting him up and down on my cock. It was incredibly hot to use my new muscles and length at the same time. I’d always preferred topping, and there was nothing more thrilling that having the body to match. Keeping Victor in the rotation was only a slight obstacle. I didn’t want a repeat of our first performance, so I told him that dirty talk during sex made me feel cheap. “But you asked me to…” Victor started to object. I interrupted. “That night, I wanted to feel cheap.” “Got it.” He took the cue, and from then on, we had intense, wordless sex. Thankfully, the men on campus weren’t after me just for sex. Call me a hopeless romantic, but ideally, I wanted something like Luke and Dave had. Maybe not exactly like their relationship, but something in that general vicinity. So, whenever a guy asked me out, if all he wanted was sex, it was a hard pass. Sex was no longer in short supply for me. If it was a proper date, I’d give him a spin. We went to dance clubs, to movies, to karaoke, to dinners, to parties. Victor even invited me to one of his basketball practices. I also made sure to make time in my schedule for school. I wasn’t going to let my grades fall. In fact, chem lab was my favorite place. With my white lab coat over my clothes, no one could see my augmented physique or ever-present bulge, and so I was just Chris again. Of course, I hung out with my guys as often as I could. Dave would touch up my roots every few days, and we used the time to gossip. Luke and I had the occasional video game session. James even took up sunbathing with me. Well, his version of it. While I sunbathed, he laid down next to me, fully dressed. But I enjoyed the company. I also had a class with each of them, we had lunch together every day, and we even worked in a daily group trip to the gym before breakfast at the cart. Dave had worked out a meal plan that I could live with, even with the occasional plate of fries. Luke and James had created a workout regimen that would help me maintain my muscles. My dedication to the gym seemed to inspire them, too, especially James. He attacked the weights with almost religious zeal. He was easily the largest of us, and he was working to keep it that way. And I had the best seat in the house to watch. The only part of my new life I hadn’t fully adjusted to was walking through a gym and no longer being the smallest guy. Guys I’d seen a dozen times in the gym who wouldn’t have given me the time of day suddenly had one of two reactions. If he was straight, he glowered and puffed up his chest like a gorilla showing dominance. I gave them a wide berth and internally pitied them. If he was gay or bi (or undecided), he said hello. It probably helped that no matter what gym shorts I wore, they were tight around my ass and my bulge. Every trip to the gym, none of the guys who said hello to me made eye contact. Some made it as high as my pecs, but most stared squarely at my crotch. One guy even offered to take me into the steam room for a hand job. Just like that. Right out on the floor in front of my friends. I declined. “Look at you, buddy, turning down sex,” Luke said as I worked through my set of curls. I grunted with exertion. “I don’t like being reduced to my cock,” I said. I did another rep. “There’s a person attached to these genitals.” Dave smiled coyly. “These days, there’s a lot of people attached to your genitals.” I had to laugh. He wasn’t wrong.

Chapter 10 For the third time in less than five minutes, I was rocked with extreme pleasure, as intense as the orgasm I’d just had. “Are you done cumming yet?” Victor asked. He mistook my bouts of growth for aftershocks of my orgasm. He wasn’t entirely wrong. I nodded silently, and removed my cock from him. It was an enormous ten inches of power. It was so hard, so full, that it felt like it was leading me, pulling me forward. Just the sight of ten throbbing inches of my dick somehow made me even harder. It still looked like my dick, the same general proportions, the same skin tone (though tan), the same puffy ridge by the head. But it was more. It was intensified. It was sex made flesh. I put a new condom on my cock. I struggled a little; this brand was designed for a smaller man. I applied a generous coat of lube, and then went back to Victor’s waiting, eager ass. When my cockhead re-entered, Victor let out a “Jesus!” But soon calmed down. “You feel even bigger.” Fearing Victor would make me even more of a porn star if I let him keep talking, I began pistoning back and forth at full speed. Deep in his own pleasure, Victor lost the ability to speak. I couldn’t get all of me in him anymore, but he was taking just shy of nine inches. With a little practice, he could take someone even bigger than me if he wanted. The thought of someone even bigger than me egged me on to ever faster penetration. We rutted for nearly half an hour. Victor had two more orgasms, his third coinciding with my second. When we were done, Victor rolled over and crashed into sleep. I felt strangely alive and electric in a way I never had before. I started to get dressed, when my brand-new boxers fought me. It was just then I noticed that my balls had grown, too. I’d just orgasmed twice, releasing a full load both times, and my nuts were now so big that I had to pull out the waistband of my boxers to negotiate around them. My deflated cock looked enormous; it looked twice as big as my old flaccid friend, but I didn’t trust my drunken, sex-soaked perspective. I shoved it into my boxers the best I could, but the front bulged obviously. The tightness of my jeans only accentuated the situation. It looked like I’d shoved a tennis ball or a pair of socks down the front of my pants. It was ridiculous. Then I saw my reflection in the dark window. This was unbelievably hot. That bulge on my new body—I was a sight to behold. Leaving Victor asleep, I went back downstairs to the party. It was still in full swing; it was only 1 AM. When I rejoined the party, I soon found James, Luke, and Dave sitting in a corner. James was sitting on the floor next to Luke’s chair with his back pressed up against the wall. Dave was sitting in Luke’s lap, and Luke was rubbing his hand up and down Dave’s thigh. Luke looked at me with a cheesy, boyish grin I hadn’t seen since high school. “So,” he said with a leading tone, “what did you and Victor get up to?” “You know very well what Victor and I did,” I said, rolling my eyes a little at how ludicrous Luke was being. “Twice.” He held his fist out. “Alright, buddy. Pound it!” “He already did,” Dave said as I lightly tapped Luke’s fist. “I knew that story about the homophobes on the basketball team was bullshit. I’ve been out on the soccer team since day one, and no one ever said anything. Hell, Dave comes to practice to ogle us with the other players’ girlfriends, and those guys strut and show off.” “They really do,” Dave said. “They’re preening peacocks, and I love them for it.” Redirecting, he asked, “So, how was it?” and took a sip from his bottle. “My cock grew three inches while I was inside him.” Dave spit out his beer. “Are you serious?” I pointed down to the bulge in my pants. “It seems my Big Guy responds differently during sex.” “Is that real?” Luke asked, then immediately cupped my crotch from underneath. “It feels real.” He bounced my crotch up and down. “Warm. Heavy.” “Who gave you permission to feel me up?” I asked. Luke tilted his head to one side. “I need to make sure it’s real.” “After everything you’ve seen recently, you still think it’s not real?” Dave moved Luke’s hand to the side so he could size up my new bulge. “It is heavy. Portentous.” James, not wanting to be left out, took his turn and gave me a playful squeeze. “Nice work, man.” “Would everyone kindly stop touching my junk?” “Sorry,” James said. “It was just so inviting.” “Yeah, well, it’s RSVP only,” I said while rolling my eyes. I’d liked them pawing at me, but I knew better than to encourage this behavior. “How big were you before fucking Victor?” Luke asked. “Seven inches, fully hard.” Luke’s eyes grew wide. “You’re ten inches now?” “Well, not now. Only when I’m hard.” “That’s fucking awesome!” Luke said. “This just keeps getting better and better.” “I’m just glad it happened after the showcase,” Dave said. “You’re ruining the line of your pants. “He’s ruining nothing,” Luke said. Dave giggled. “Only Victor.” “I don’t see what the big deal is,” James said. “You don’t see the big deal that I grew three whole inches while having sex?” “No.” James shook his head. “That sounds normal to you?” “It sounds hot.” “It was.” I admitted. Dave looked around. “Where is Victor?” “Upstairs. Asleep.” That cheesy, boyish smile returned to Luke’s face. “I bet he is, stud. After the workout you gave him.” “I, however, am wired,” I said. “Me too,” James replied as he stood up. He extended his hand to me and continued, “Wanna dance?” “Let’s.” James, Dave, Luke, and I made our way to the dance floor and danced the night away.

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 5 Pastel pink pulses and swirling silver sparks filled my vision. I was swallowed by a pleasure so intense that I felt gravity pull me in every direction like a whirlpool. I was simultaneously outside my body, an existence of pure joy and sensation, and inside my body, aware of every cell as I expanded outwards. Deep within the core of me, I roiled in the eddies of unbridled euphoria, no longer aware if I was standing or floating. When I came back to the world, I looked down to survey my new kingdom. I was still growing. I had already surged large enough to threaten the very limits of my clothing. I was panting rapidly to catch my breath, and my shirt burst off my expanding chest. My pecs were now large enough to extend out in supple roundness. My shoulders ripped through their respective sleeves as my shoulders crept their way into my peripheral vision. My biceps now were ripe and full, even unflexed. My back had started to expand and widen too, creating a taper down to my waist. I was still acting on reflexes, huffing for air to fuel my transformation. I tore off the shreds of my shirt and revealed that my waist, still at its former size, now sat below a six pack etched in a stark relief map of valleys and peaks. I had been so distracted by the intensity of my changes and the spectacle of my upper body that when I heard a loud pop, I didn’t immediately realize that the seat of my jeans had given way all at once. My ass had forced its way through the pants designed for a much smaller man. The seams down my thighs and calves were fraying slowly downwards, as the growing muscles of my legs unzipped the stitching. And then, calm. Seeing that the growth had subsided, Luke, with a gleam in his eye, pulled on the fabric around my waist. With a little effort, it gave, and there I stood, naked in my full majesty. Dave took a step back to admire me. “This will do nicely,” he murmured. Luke nodded, adding, “I’ll say.” Once I had finally caught my breath, my hands roamed all over myself. My body extended in dimensions it never had, like I was wearing an oversized suit of armor over my familiar, real form. If I didn’t feel my fingers press on the unrelenting flesh of my chest, I would’ve thought it was a stranger’s body. My exposed cock rose and hardened. I was so enrapt, I couldn’t speak. Suddenly, Dave’s face darkened. “I think we overdid it.” Luke moved over to stand next to Dave so he could see me from Dave’s point of view. He looked me up and down. “What do you mean? He’s perfect.” Dave dragged me to the scale. I was still pliant, so I followed. 150. “We made him bigger than me.” “Barely.” Luke said. “You’re still prettier.” “I know I’m still prettier,” Dave said. “But he’s bigger. I just became the smallest in our friend group.” “Two pounds,” Luke reassured. “It’s nothing.” Quickly but fastidiously, Dave removed his clothes until he too was naked. He pulled me down off the scale to compare our bodies side by side in Luke’s mirror. There were more obvious differences: he had a well-groomed thicket of dark blond chest hair whereas I was nearly hairless, he had a tan whereas I was still rather fair, and he had his foreskin whereas I was circumcised. But it was the subtler differences that Dave was interested in: my chest was a bit more prominent, my arms a little thicker, and my shoulders a hair broader. “It’s a good thing it’s not a nude scene,” Luke joked. “You’d need surgery to match.” When Dave looked down to compare our cocks—his was bigger—he noticed just how small my waist was. He stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my midsection. “I thought it was just because of his shoulders, but his waist is impossibly small. If he’d built this muscle naturally, I doubt he could’ve kept it this tiny.” Having come back into myself, I was about to ask Dave to let go when I felt his firm erection press against my ass. I broke out of his grasp, spun around, and backed away with my hands in the air. “Lower your weapon, soldier.” “Aye aye, sir,” Dave said with a salute and a wink. He gestured to his rigid eight incher. “But you armed me, Chrissy.” “It seems like you don’t care that I’m bigger than you, now.” “If you look good, I’ll look good.” Dave then threw one arm around Luke’s shoulders and pointed at him with the other. “And I like my men bigger. Besides, I’m still hunky, total pin-up material. You can’t take that away from me.” He smiled his full million-dollar smile. “Either you two need to get dressed, or I need to get naked,” Luke scoffed. Dave’s eyes bounced back between Luke and me, lurid ideas floating through his head. He was about to speak when there was an intense rumbling sound. “Was that my stomach?” I asked. “Or a truck drove through the room,” Dave replied. “That killed the sexy.” “Did you have lunch yet?” Luke added. “No. Nor breakfast.” Luke nodded. “That explains it. You just put on forty pounds of muscle, and you haven’t eaten all day.” Dave let go of Luke and began to re-dress. “So, a quick lunch, then to the mall.” “Lunch sounds amazing.” Dave stopped dressing to poke my stomach. He jammed his finger against one of my rock-hard abs, and it retained its shape like cement. “But I’m picking what you eat. I’m not having you ruin this glorious waistline before the showcase tomorrow night.” “Fine,” I said. “But can we go to the mall after my classes?” Luke looked at me quizzically. “You don’t have classes on Friday afternoon.” “It’s Friday?” “Indubitably,” Dave said, tucking his erection into his boxers. “Has been all day,” Luke confirmed. Time no longer made sense to me. “I need lunch,” I added, going to my dresser to grab some clothes. Luke laughed. “Your underwear might still fit, but nothing else will.” Dave had mostly finished dressing, but his shirt was still open and unbuttoned. He leaned over to fully examine my ass and my still erect cock. He straightened back up. “With those huge things, not even his tighty whities will fit. I’ll grab him an ensemble of mine, skivvies included. Back in a flash.” As Dave left the room, Luke followed, adding, “I should go with him or he’ll spend two hours picking you an outfit. Just cool your heels.” Alone in the room, I went to my closet and pulled out my favorite t-shirt. I’d had it since seventh grade. It was a plain green V-neck t-shirt with a pocket on the right side of the chest. I’d worn it and washed it so many times it had practically faded to grey. I wore it for sessions of intense studying, nights when we binge-watched Netflix, or times when I was feeling sick. It was the most comfortable shirt I owned, and I loved it. I held it against my torso. It looked like five sizes too small. “So long, old friend,” I said, and tossed it to the floor of my closet. I don’t know if I was talking to the shirt or myself.

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 2 “Dude, Juan only dates huge guys” “Really?” Connor responded, turning to his friend Russell. “What makes you say that?” The two were standing in the bar, casually chatting about their love lifes. Connor had started seeing Juan casually in the last two weeks, and his friend Russell always seemed to have the gossip on the muscle bears in town. “I mean, you’re big, “ Russell began “I’m sure that's one reason he likes you, but you should have seen the last guy he dated. He was seriously huge” The bar was crowded, but he could still hear every word his friend said. Connor wasn’t small by any means, but he didn’t consider himself huge. At about 6’ and 220 pounds lean, with 18” arms... he got plenty of attention when they went out, but he wasn’t usually the biggest man in the gym. “So wait, how big was his last guy?” Connor asked. “His last boyfriend… the guy before you… I think his name was Carlos, he was Mexican. But I mean he was actually Mexican. You know? He hadn’t been in the US long. Didn’t speak much english. Anyway, he was seriously the biggest dude I’ve ever seen. He had to be 5’10” and waaaay over 300 pounds of solid….beef. He was immense.” “Woah, seriously?” Connor asked. “Yeah, he was freakishly big, and I think he got bigger the few times I saw him.…Like I said he didn’t speak much English but he seemed nice” “Wow. Why have I never heard or seen this guy?” Connor asked again “Dunno. He sort of was here and then disappeared. Didn’t seen him out and about for very long. Maybe he went back to Mexico?” Russell continued. “So how long have you known Juan?” Connor asked. “Well, I don’t really ‘know’ Juan… and he’s only been in Portland like a year and a half. He was in San Diego I think before then. But yeah, I don’t know him well… I just see him out from time to time. He doesn’t go out much, but when he does...he’s pretty hard to miss” Russell continued. Connor and Juan had started chatting over the aps two weeks prior. He didn’t know much about the latin muscle stud except that he was built like a brick house and lifted an insane amount of weight. Connor had to admit- he felt lucky that Juan had taken a liking to him at all. Juan was insanely hot. Handsome, huge and jacked… and hung too. But there was a lot he didn’t know about the guy. “And you knew his exes?” Connor asked. “Well, like I said, I met Carlos a few times. Huge dude. I heard he dated another monster sized guy before that. I don’t know the details. I just know Juan likes biiiig muscle boys.” Russell said, gesturing with his hands for emphasis. Russell turned to Connor. “And by the way, you’re looking buff dude. Are you on a cycle again?” “No, this time I’m not. I think I’ve just hit a stride at the gym or something. I’m not sure… but hey, I’ll take it.” Russell turned away from the bar and looked at Connor. “Well, you look great man. Any guy in here would be lucky to have you. I think you and Juan would make a cute couple” The two passed the evening together at the bar and went home. Connor got a message from Juan that night. That man didn’t seem to sleep much. “You up?” He asked. Connor got hard just thinking about being mounted again by that huge, hung latin stud. Juan came over, driving a pickup truck. It was around 2:00 am and the dude meant business. As soon as Connor opened the door, Juan was all over him…. Making out and stripping off his clothes. Juan looked so jacked… and he had this insane sexual energy about him. They’d hooked up twice already, but this was even more passionate than before. The two muscle stud were soon on the bed and Connor’s muscular legs were pushed up in the air. Juan began pounding his ass with an ferocity that he hadn't expected. It was hot, intense and somewhat surreal. Here was this big dicked, hairy chested muscle stud on top of him plowing his ass with this animalistic drive. It was like a porno come to life. Connor felt such a rush, almost like pins and needles on his skin. Connor’s dick was as hard as it had ever been… and it was like this insane energy in the room. They got into a solid rhythm, as connor massaged his dick. They came one after another. Juan’s big muscled body came down on him after, into a tight, warm embrace. Both of them were sweaty, covered in come and exhausted. They had fucked like animals for 20 minutes. Juan looked pumped, each of his muscles flexing, and Connor was totally flushed. His face and his body were red. He looked a little bit pumped too, he had to admit. The two cleaned off and snuggled in bed. When Connor woke up Juan was already up playing with his phone. “Hey big man, wanna go get breakfast?” He looked at the clock, a little groggily, it was 7:00 am. Connor had morning wood. And it was serious morning wood. The kind he hadn’t had in years. He was almost painfully hard. “Dude… I’m so fucking horny” he groaned. Juan, seeing another opportunity to get Connor off... began jerking the white muscle stud off slowly. It was the most intense hand job Connor had ever felt. It was insane. He couldn’t quick understand how or why it felt so damn good. Juan sped up. In a minute Connor felt the most insane organism in memory. It overwhelmed all of his senses. Juan was like a sex machine. While Connor was still reeling from the most insane organism of his life, Juan was getting dressed. “Ok good. I’m getting hungry. Lets get up” For some reason, despite the lack of sleep, Connor didn’t feel totally exhausted. He felt … well… caffeinated without having touch a drop of coffee. As Connor got up he swore his body felt different. First of all his skin felt a little more sensitive to his touch, but secondly, he swore he felt a little beefier. His arms, his chest… he looked pumped. Putting on a shirt from his dresser confirmed this. It was tighter than it had been last week, tighter in all the right places. The fabric hugged his chest, shoulders and arms nicely, showing off his beautifully built physique. A glance in the mirror though proved that he wasn’t just feeling bigger… he was bigger. Not much, but noticeably larger than he had been a week or so ago. More muscular, broader shoulders. Thicker, heavier looking pecs. Beefier arms. How was this possible? He looked bigger than he had just the night before. The two took off to an early morning breakfast at a nearby diner. The only other people in there were the elderly or perhaps night shift workers. Juan ordered a huge amount of food. A stack of pancakes, french toast, an omlette, a breakfast burrito. The waitresses eyes went wide as the Latino bodybuilder read out his order. “Hey, you gotta eat big to get big” Juan said with a sly smile. Connor couldn’t help but fawn over Juan. He was so handsome, so hunky, so freakin jacked. Did he look bigger too? Connor couldn’t tell. Connor read out his more modest order of an omelette and hash browns. Juan looked over with a devilish glint in his eye. “Its bulking season, right man?” Juan continued “Why don’t you add an extra side of pancakes to your order. Maybe add some more bacon. And double the hashbrowns…. Don’t worry. I’ve got it.” He said, flashing his wallet. Connor wasn’t sure what Juan did for a living, as the man had never been very clear on it on their few dates… but he certainly didn’t seem to wanting in cash. He had always had a lot of money. And he traveled often for work, usually to LA or down to Las Vegas. When the food finally came, Juan scarfed it all down with abandon. He ate all of it. An inhuman amount of food and it went by in a flash. Connor, for his part, managed to finish his plate, and the extra pancakes, hash browns and bacon without much trouble. He was surprised by his own ability to eat. “Thats what I’m talking about” Juan said as Connor finished up the last of his food. “Thats my big man.” Juan got the bill and paid for it quickly. As they chatted, Connor couldn't help but admire the Latin stud's bulging arms. Each big bicep flexed as he moved his hands to gesture. His bowling ball shoulders, his thick traps... The way his huge pecs were beautifully framed by his tight shirt. Connor started getting a boner again. Just everything about the man seemed to turn him on. Wherever he went, Juan raw sexual energy just seemed to radiate off him. “Can we go back to your place again? Juan asked, noticing Connor seemed like he was getting worked up again. “It looks like you’re tense again.” He said with a grin “And I need to make sure you’re not getting too tense” Juan ran his strong hang under the table and grabbed onto Connor's prominent bulge. “Yeah, we should definitely do something about this again” He said, tightening his grip around Connor’s shaft. Connors whole body felt electrified by Juan’s touch. No man had ever turned him on like this before. No man gave him such a turn on with just the slightest brush of his hand. Everything about him gave him such a raging hard on. His gorgeous radiant smile, his huge, sculpted, fantastically muscular body, his manly hairy chest and short beard over his strong square jaw. His deep voice. His presence. It was a presence of pure testosterone. How could anyone resist him? Standing up out of the booth proved to be a challenge for Connor, who’s big boner was prominently. snaking down the front his pants. He was hard as a rock and it was pressed tightly against his right thigh. He rushed out of the building hoping to have his boner go unnoticed. This brought a grin to Juan's face, who was excited to get another chance to release some of his own sexual energy into this growing stud. Juan couldn’t help but admire the man’s noticeably wider lats and broader shoulders as they left the building. Connor had probably packed on a good 5 pounds of pure muscle since last night. And as Juan would have it, Connor would be putting on at least another 5 pounds on his muscular frame before noon.

Experimenting with narrative voice. Hope it's not too odd or off-putting! First muscle growth story. Enjoy - and be nice! A Chance Meeting on the DLR This is a story about two men who were made for each other. There’s a right person out there for everyone. Only some of us are lucky enough to find them. Let's start with Paul. Well, Paul liked massive bodybuilders. You know the type. Waking hours spent masturbating to freakishly morphed pictures of huge, muscled studs. Feverishly jerking his ample cock, he would imagine what it would be like to meet, and – as the train of his libido-fuelled imagination picked up speed – worship every inch of hard-packed, swollen muscle on a morph’s monstrous physique. Then there's Kevin. Now, Kevin was a massive bodybuilder. Again, I'm not straying far from the stereotype: his waking hours were spent heaving insane amounts of iron in the local gym, straining to pump his muscular physique even bigger. Feeling the burn tearing through every one of his sinews, he would imagine what it would be like to pass 300lbs and – as the fires of his testosterone-fuelled daydream whipped up into an inferno – dwarf, in terms of sheer flexed mass, every super heavyweight Olympian musclegod he idolised. But dreamstuff isn’t hard currency, and both men were pretty much shortchanged by reality. Kevin could never seem to get past 270 lbs, and Paul never met any bodybuilders with muscles even close to his morphs. And the dreams would have stayed just that, insubstantial as whispers, if not for a chance meeting on the DLR. Kevin was returning from the gym, Paul from one of his wanders around London in an ineffectual attempt to stave off his libido. A mass exodus at Canary Wharf had left the two of them alone in the train carriage, sitting opposite one another. Was it fate? Hell if I know. I might sound like am omniscient narrator, but really I'm just a twat with a soft spot for romance and muscle growth. What the hell do you want to know my POV for? Back to the boys. Well, Kevin - he's probably the more interesting of the two right now, right? What was he doing? Well, pretty much just fidgeting in his seat. You see, he could never get comfortable in train seats. It wasn’t just the scorching sun coming in through the windows. He had read somewhere that they made the windows of the DLR trains out of the same glass that they used in magnifying lenses. The evidence seemed to bear this out – after all, didn’t evil children use magnifying glasses to cook ants? He felt half-baked beneath his tan skin. In addition, his dense weight always bore him down through the comfy foam seat cover so he could feel the metal springs poking painfully into his hard glutes – which themselves lacked any fatty protection. He was wondering whether it would look weird if he employed his gym bag as extra cushioning beneath his rump, or whether he should ride out his next three stops standing up (though he had worked legs today extra hard and was grateful for even this torture device of a seat) when he noticed the man opposite him staring at him. He wasn’t unused to getting looks, but this guy was eyeballing him with an intensity that bordered on the creepy. “Can I help you?” He hadn’t said it in an aggressive way, but pretty much any rhetorical question backed by the straining, steel-hard muscles of a 270 pound bodybuilder comes across a tad threatening. Suppose we should give some screen time to Paul now. Bear with me. He's not a massive bodybuilder but believe me, he's pretty integral to the story. Well Paul, as you might imagine, was jerked from his reverie. He had been committing the musclestud’s physique to memory in his mental wankbank so he could conjure his image forth from his id later, when he was back at home with his cock in his hand. Of course, somewhere in the process the 270 lbs would be cranked up closer to 500 in his mind’s eye. Like I said, bit of a macrophile stereotype. “Uh,” he replied, feeling the heat of embarrassment scald his face. “N-no, sorry.” Then, his self-consciousness clouded by lust and his brain pickled by the hot sun straining in through the windows of the train carriage, he found himself adding, “You’re just…so big!” Kevin’s mouth curled up in a cocky smile. The same chemical reaction – heat and libido – must have been bubbling in his grey cells as he, somewhat out of character, replied, “Yeah, but not big enough.” He flexed a 20 inch bicep, offering the striated mountain as somewhat contradictory evidence of his pathetic nature. He had actually been flexing throughout this little story, feeling - and enjoying - the strain of his swollen muscles against the skin, like most muscle dudes do on their way home from the gym, but I figured it was time to throw you guys a bone (or should I say a boner?) and actually detail one of them. Just to keep the story (and your horniness) going. So anyway, Kevin flexed a f*cking massive bicep. This, and the faint, cock-stirring aroma of man-sweat from the bulked bodybuilder’s armpit, merely acted as a catalyst to Paul’s fevered mind. “Yeah,” he muttered (though later he would ask himself where he got the balls to speak like this), “nowhere near big enough.” A brief silence settled between the two men. It wasn’t uncomfortable. Both were simply wondering why now, of all times, they had chosen to spill their hidden, innermost thoughts to complete strangers. And wondering too why it didn’t seem wrong. This would be a good place to insert one of those "Was it fate?" questions again, but I figure I've already dealt with this in my own suitably sardonic fashion. Just keep reading. Kevin broke the lull. “I’m Kevin, by the way,” he said, extending a hand. “Paul,” said Paul, reaching for it. Their fingers touched, a spark of energy flashed between them…and Kevin started to grow. He pulled his hand back as though he had been burned, and could barely get out a surprised “What the-” before the muscles over his torso began to twitch and swell. His pecs ballooned out from his chest, filling the once-loose tank top to the limit, the ironic witticism written on the front suddenly indecipherable as it was stretched and pulled around by the hard striations straining up against the material. His growing shoulders and delts yanked the struggling top up over his bellybutton, revealing a lower set of perfect, budding abs glistening with sweat, underlined sexily by an aesthetic v-line. His biceps and triceps looked like they were going to burst out of the skin as they fought for space on his upper arm. Like bars of writhing steel his wrists joined in the competition, straining Kevin’s tan flesh to breaking point so that every striation was clearly visible beneath the stretched-thin surface. So absorbed was Paul in alternately frenziedly cataloguing and drooling over the immense changes in Kevin’s upper body mass that he nearly missed the teardrop thighs and twin hillocks of calf muscle that burst into beautiful, sweat-shimmering glory on Kevin’s lycra-short-clad legs as he stood. Kevin was on his feet in seconds, noticing as he did so the full, pumped feeling in his glutes as they too tightened to perfect spheres of titanium perfection behind him. Paul felt suddenly tiny, afraid. The heat in the carriage was enough to boil his blood and he felt himself go light headed as the now giant bodybuilder took a shaky step forward, unused to his shift in weight. How had this happened? What was going to happen how? And…was Kevin…smiling? 'Course he was smiling. You think I'm going to write a muscle growth story where the dude hates being big? You're on the wrong site. I hear whybeingsmallandweedyisbest.com is looking for readers, so go take your eyes there, microphile. “Fuck YES!” The striated superman cast a look over his immensity. Every twitching sinew, every new inch he noted, every vein pushed to the surface of his straining body by the swollen muscle widened his smile further. “I’m HUGE! But how?” He looked down at Paul before him – fuck, he appeared so tiny now in comparison (the smile strained a little further still) – whose wide eyes, pallid expression and faint whimpering noises would not have been out of place on a trauma victim. “What did you do to me?” It took Paul nearly half a minute to find the words, spluttering odd syllables into the testosterone-drenched haze of the carriage. He floundered about a bit to locate the right phonemes like a blind person bobbing for apples at Halloween, but eventually he regained enough reason to conjure some sense into his babble. “Ah…I think we – we both did it. You wanted to get bigger, and I wanted you bigger. And somehow it just worked.” You're not going to get more of an explanation than that. Writer and muscle whore I am, scientist I am not. Here's what Kevin thought though, and maybe you should be content with that: Kevin had read enough bodybuilding magazines to know the importance of willpower. Of envisioning yourself growing, as a compliment to your workouts. None, however, had mentioned combining that willpower with someone else. Satisfied? Moving on: “You mean, we could do it again? I could get even bigger?” Without mirrors or scales, it was difficult to know what size he was now. How much had he gained? Surely over 10 lbs of muscle? Maybe closer to 20? Or 30? My God, was he over 300lbs finally? The thought made him bone up. He felt his cock – Jesus, had that gotten bigger too? (his smile could stretch no more, though it did make a valiant effort to) – twitching as testosterone-rich blood filled it. His wasn’t the only penis affected by the change. Though Paul’s head was spinning, feeling was –gradually – beginning to return to the rest of his body. And the first thing he felt was the tremendous pressure in his jeans. He had never been this hard in his life. Before once again losing the power of speech – God, was it even hotter in the carriage than it had been a few minutes ago? – he got the words out: “We should try again. My flat – it’s the next stop. Two minutes from the station.” He had once considered the Isle of Dogs a crappy place to live. Now he praised the day he had been suckered into buying property there. Kevin grinned down at the little man, and flexed a bicep. The contrast with the fist-sized ball it had been before, and the head-sized peak now, was enough for him to start dripping pre. It didn’t seem to stop swelling – bigger and bigger it got, pulling all the excess skin on his arm (not that there was much, other than a teeny fleshy wrinkle around his armpit) with it as it rose, mountain-like, before the two of them. When it reached its full size, making Kevin’s handsome, well-shaped head actually look small in comparison, the skin was so stretched it was translucent. “Yeah. We’ve got to try it again as soon as possible!” So anyway. Two guys, random meeting on a train. Possibly fate yadda yadda. Anyhoo. To the meat of the matter: want to see one of them get bigger? I mean, seriously, freakishly bigger? Look out for part two. The rest of you? Man, I should be on commission or something. Like I said, whybeingsmallandweedyisbest.com is only a click away.