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Sorry the final chapter was a lil' late.  Real life interupts. LOL  Hope you enjoy this and off to another story as selected by your guys.  - Frank

 

Happy Father's Day by F_R_Eaky

Chapter Four:  A Full Tankard and a Shot

 

Chapter one: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/12542-happy-fathers-day-by-f_r_eaky/

Chapter two: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/12560-happy-fathers-day-chapter-2-by-f_r_eaky/

Chapter three: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/12629-happy-fathers-day-part-3-by-f_r_eaky/

 

            The next morning Lorcan went to knock on the bedroom door to tell his friends that he was leaving.  They probably had figured he had already left sometime during the night, if not directly after they started making out.  After all the whole neighborhood could practically hear them, so Lorcan would've known they were getting on, or getting it on, tremendously.  But as the student rooms would've been filled with guys and gals talking about what a grand, fun, or boring time they had with their old men for father's day, Lorcan had decided to crash on the couch in the living room.

            Approaching the door he discovered it was slightly a jar and he took a peek inside and his eyes widened in shock and wondrous awe at the site before him.  Cian and Oisin lay on what was once Oisin's antique full sized bed.  The frame given way, the head and base board collapsed and lying flat on the ground, the mattress the same on top of some of the bed's debris.  Oisin lay exactly correct on the mattress, his head flush with one end, thus where the mattress ended on the other side, Oisin kept going past it from about his knees on.  Cian was a little bit further out, not because he was taller but because he had shifted downward to accommodate room for the way he and Oisin were cuddling in their sleep.  The two men were sleeping on their sides, and was the only way the two of them could slightly fit on the mattress as their shoulders, backs, and lats, made each one of them nearly as broad as the mattress itself.  Add to this the size of their arms and they were wider than the mattress, their huge bulging biceps and titan like triceps being flared out by their lats would've stuck out and over the sides.  Even sideways it was hard for them to lie together on an average sized mattress.  Their two sets of protruding pecs, that looked like would enter a room about two minutes before they did, were more than ample enough to keep them at a fair distance, but Oisin's huge muscle gut nearly pushed Cian off the bed.

            Cain's one leg was raised bent, his massive foot flat against the floor.  Lorcan marveled at it, the heal flush with one floor tile that was a foot square.  The end of the toes however stopped half-way through the next tile.  Lorcan's cock surged a bit when he realized it meant that Cian's, both of them, Cian and Oisin's feet were around 18" long.... a size 31 shoe, 32 in the States.  Their hands looked proportionate to their feet and Lorcan wondered how small a rugby, American football, or a basketball would look in their hand.  They could probably palm his head, or rub his cock head off in a matter of seconds using just their thumb and fore finger.

            And what similar yet different pair of men these two made.  Both the same height, extremely tall.  Lorcan figured they were well above 213 centimeters or 84 inches tall.  Probably closer to being 244 cm or 96 inches tall.  They both had builds of extreme bodybuilders; the biggest of the biggest.  Could make two Mr. Olympians standing together look small.  However one looked like he was in contest shape: huge, defined, totally ripped, veins riding the very top of the skin layer, or so it appeared, and how easily one could notice his veins with his gleaming alabaster white skin complemented only by his deep red hair that hung to his shoulders, in his eyes, stubbled his jaw line, playful danced so sparse and wispy around his nipples and lightly around his crotch.  A Mr. Olympia primed to win, just needing to hit the tanning booth.  On the other hand the other man was a giant swarthy pirate: sun kissed looking skin, tawny and tan, shaggy, onyx colored hair, and body hair that was just as black as coal feathering out all over his chest, arms, legs, groin, a few wisps along the fingers and toes, and a three day stubble that looked like a full, but exceptionally cropped and groomed beard.  His muscles were full, huge, swole, with just a touch of fat to almost hide the definition and crevices, but if he flexed, BOOM! ... there they were snapped into perfection.  Even his abs snapped to and covered his great, resounding, hard, hairy, muscle gut.  It is said there are bears in world, this man was a Kodiak.

            Then it happened.  That typical morning ritual that happens to most men everywhere just as dawn is breaking: the formation of "morning wood."  Lorcan stood his eyes widening larger and large in awe and then perhaps fear as he saw the rods of Cian and Oisin come to life. Longer and longer they stretched down the men's thighs, going for their knees, and perhaps beyond.  One wouldn't be able to tell though as they began to rise higher and higher, longer, and thicker...getting very thick, hard, veiny, red, and pulsing with power.  They looked like bats coming out at a forty-five degree angle from the massive, mountain sized men's crotches.  Just hanging there...bouncing...quivering...pulsing... Lorcan couldn't take it anymore. His own cock now throbbing hard in his pants, he had to find out some stats on these two behemoths.  As quickly and as silently as he could, he went in search for a tape measure of some kind.  It mattered not whether it was a tailor's cloth one or a carpenter's metallic one, just as long as he could wrap it around parts of the two giant men.

            They were impossibly ginormous, even for a bodybuilder.  So huge, so thick, and so dense!  Their upper arms came in at just a half inch shy of being 36 inches around cold, almost three feet thick!  Just a hair over 90 centimeters.  Their thighs were just one fourth of an inch under 53 inches or 134 centimeters around.  He would've continued on to get more measurements on their proportionately sized but still equally massive muscles, but someone had woken up.

            All of the sudden two gigantic paws reached around Lorcan's waist, lifted then kneeling young man and slung him into the middle of the greatly compressed mattress.  Next thing Lorcan knew was he was pinned in between two massive walls.  After regaining his bearings from the lift and throw-down, he glanced left and right to see two titan like sets of protruding pectorals that pinned him down by the shoulders, while one of each pair of the massive thighs pinned his legs.  Lorcan tried to struggle, but couldn't move.  He was trapped by just half their bodies and the tremendous weight of their muscles.  Lorcan stopped his struggling for two reasons: one he knew he couldn't escape and two, he didn't want to struggle anymore because feeling the weight of these two men on his body, holding him down, was turning him on and he didn't want them to notice him hard.

            "Looks like someone is awake and taking a look at his handy work, Cian."

            "Hmmmmm maybe we should show him up close and personal, Oisin, what all of this looks and feels like." and Cian rolled himself further on top of Lorcan.

            "Please.... I'm sorry.... I have classes..... came to say.... goodbye.... just got....distracted."

            "Understandable why." said Oisin and he lightly chuckled. "That goblet of yours and our fantasies have made two of the biggest and strongest men in history."  And with that both Oisin and Cian flexed their right and left arms, respectfully, in Lorcan's face.

            Lorcan shuddered for a moment, then managed to just barely squeeze out from between the two men and dash to the bathroom.  Oisin and Cian smiled at one another when they heard a muffled moan come from behind the bathroom door.

 

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            A year had gone by and things were astounding.  Cian and Oisin found they couldn't get along any better if they tried.  Oh, they had their moments and arguments, but their personalities had many things and beliefs in common and enough things that were different enough they really complimented each other.  Both were glad as after becoming as huge as they were trying to date, let alone screw, anyone much smaller than them would've been damn near impossible.  And who wasn't much smaller than them?  Walking around Oisin's more modern home, the two men stood head and shoulders above the door frames to each room.   At Cian's parents' cottage that he inherited, they had to duck the ceiling rafters and the doors frames there hit them mid-chest if not just below.  Doctor's visits during the course of the last year listed them at 238.76 centimeters or 7' 10" tall with Cian coming in at 54.64 stone or 765lbs while off season or power-lifter looking Oisin came in at a whopping 60.5 stones of 847.5 lbs.

            Something else odd had happened as well besides their insane growth spurt.  Oisin noticed it when he went to look at his ID and other information he knew would have to be changed and renewed.  After showing Cian what had happened they saw it had happened to Cian as well; all the information on their I.D's and pertinent records had changed to match their new bodily stats.  Not only that but where as Oisin was actually 48 years old and Cian was 43, the year of their birthdays had changed and they were both now listed as being 36 years old.  In fact the doctor's tests and physicals had them all guessing the two were in their mid thirties.

            The course of the year had created many changes in Oisin's house, and Cian's cottage; he gave up the small apartment and moved in with Oisin.  Oisin's house was home base now and decoration had gone from strictly academic to having slight touches of athletics and sports; new extremely sturdy, custom made, bedroom furniture had been bought and placed in the master bedroom; and of course one of the extra rooms had become a weight area the two spent almost every evening in lifting before heading to bed now.  More books, board games, and relaxing, leisure activities had entered the cottage, which the pair used for holidays most of the time.  It was all part of the big huge sign that showed that the two single men had finally found their man.

            Another change that had happened at Oisin's house in that the secondary bedroom, or other extra room was now home to Lorcan, and filled with his things, including all the trappings of a student at university.  Not to mention that frequently Oisin or Cian were walking in to find dirty pots, pans, and dishes, half eaten sandwiches, or unfinished cans of soda, beer, or ale here, there, and everywhere.  On occasion they would also find Lorcan face down in a book, asleep and they would pick him up with ease and put him to bed.  Lorcan looked up to the pair both figuratively and actually.  He not only admired them for their new physical prowess, but for their guidance and assistance in dealing with things in life or at school when things got tough.  Everything of Lorcan's life had been moved into Oisin's house and room, except his goblet.  That, it had been decided had been placed into the wall safe and was to be kept there until sold without anyone being told what it could do.

            So here it was another father's day and the trio had planned to have a get together just like they had last year, with cards, games on the tele, and a good hearty meal.  There was only one thing that was new, well two things, but one was a big surprise.  The first and noticeable thing that was new was Cahill Branagáin.  A very athletic man who enjoyed roughing it up and playing a game of rugby, but had a softer side of romance, antiquities, and studying history.  Lorcan discovered that side in one of his classes. There across the room was a man... what a hunk of a man: 198 centimeters (6' 6") tall, 19.64 stones (275 lbs) of very dense, very strong, and just slightly off season muscle.  His shoulders were broad, his arms peaked and popped, he was hairy all over but very lightly so, and although he had abs, he was slightly thick around the waist but not quite enough to form a pooch or ball.  He looked like he could get tan, but was still fairly light.  He had deep dark eyes that looked purely black with white flecks or glints like an evening sky, and his hair which was long and feathered, was just as black as his eyes, except it was streaked with white every so often, almost like he had had it died in stripes, but it was more naturally and oddly spaced over his head.  It was because of this and his incredible running speed and stamina that behind his back, most people referred to him by the nick name, séabra-púca, or zebra ghost.

            It was that man who Lorcan noticed one day staring at him across the room.  He could feel himself get hot and flushed.  He would look away and bury his head in his book or stare at the board and what the professor was writing, but when he looked back, Cahill would be staring at him, hard and with a grin on his face.  Eventually Cahill broke the grin into a smile and winked at Lorcan.  Lorcan had to shift in his seat.  He had wild thoughts running wild through his head about what Cahill would look like if he suddenly peeled off his slightly tights shirts or pulled down his equally tight pants or khaki's.  Lorcan would frequently flee out of class and head to his new home telling himself over and over "Nah.... he's not looking at me like that.  He's not winking and smiling at me..."  But Lorcan was proven incorrect on that theory.

            It was a brisk fall evening when Lorcan was leaning against a wall, reading through a text book, and waiting for a coffee shop to open, when suddenly the light was blocked from his view, a large pair of arms appeared on either side of him and deep, sultry voice, whispered low and soft, "You, sir, are hard to catch.  I only want to talk with you, not hunt you down, so try not to bolt now like the scared rabbit you imitate in class."

            Lorcan looked up into those eyes, fell in, and that was pretty much all she wrote, as they say.  Course it didn't help matters either that Lorcan walked that evening to Cahill's room to study, where he complained a very small amount about how cold it was in the room.  Cahill offered to lend Lorcan his shirt and Lorcan replied, "But you'll be cold then, and I don't want you to mess up another shirt for the day.  Laundry bills."  With that Cahill peeled off his shirt, pulled out an oversized jersey, even for a man of his size, put it half way on himself, then pulled Lorcan in and covered him with it to, pinning Lorcan inside and close to his chest. He then rocked the pair onto his bed where they continued to study, almost through the whole chapter, before starting their first make out session.

            So there was Cahill, invited over because he and Lorcan were dating, as well as the fact that Lorcan had found out that Cahill never met his father.  He had left after having his way with Cahill's mother, and left her to take care of, clothe, and feed, a baby boy that would grow into a huge man.  When Lorcan explained to him how he and Cian and Oisin had met and celebrated their son and fatherless father's day, Cahill thought it was grand.

            During the middle of dinner, which Oisin had prepared smoked salmon, colcannon, glazed carrots and afterwards barmbrack,  Cian and Oisin asked for Lorcan to tell the whole story of how they came to be to Cahill, who was astounded to say the least, although part of the reason why Lorcan liked and was falling in love with Cahill was because he didn't seem to make a huge deal over how tall and huge his older friends were.  After the explanation, Cian and Oisin stated the reason why they needed to fill Cahill in was so he understood the surprise, the second new thing in the house, that they were about to bestow upon Lorcan.

            "So....we know you've been looking up to us more and more as mentors and such....and with the oddity that happened changing not only our physical forms but our age, we thought to ourselves, 'Why not?... .... ... if we do this, we don't have to raise from the very start, although that would be grand, we'd still have enough youth in us to kind of rough house with our kid as if this happened we would have had to have this kid around the age of seventeen....'  and since we're celebrating on this day our anniversary of coming together, why not do this?"

            "Why not do what?" said Lorcan to Oisin.  It was Cian who answered.

            "We don't have kids.  You don't have a father as he kicked you out.  We were wondering.... well.... Oisin and I went ahead and got married.  Oh, we're gonna do a big formal ta-do later announcing everything with ceremony and reception, but we needed to go ahead and get it done so we could present you with these..."

            And there they laid down papers in front of Lorcan.

            "What... what are these?"

            "They're adoption papers, Lorcan.  We know it might be soon, and kind of an odd thing to do, but we think you're a grand young man.  We don't see gay or otherwise how a man could kick you out of his life, and knowing what you've gone through... well we don't think anyone, even if they are an adult, should be at any point without a parent to help them, lean on, until such time as they naturally pass away.  Your old man just took you for granted and treated ya like trash.  We'd like to make that up to you.  These papers basically divorce you from your family and adopt you into ours, or more correctly speaking, create ours."

            Lorcan didn't speak. He sat there in astonishment and lost thoughts tumbling over and over in his mind.  Cahill on the other hand was thrilled for him.

            "Lorcan, this great!  If... if you want it, that is.  You can have a family, one that understands you."

            The room sat still and quiet waiting for Lorcan to speak, or even move,... do something.  Finally he took the papers in hand, picked up his school satchel and placed them firmly inside them.

            "Yes..." Lorcan calmly stated. "I will need to look over everything and ask for some legal assistance so I don't fuck up the paper work, but yes.  YES!"

            Cian and Oisin let out a cheer and stooped over to bear hug Lorcan and lifted him with ease right on out of it.

            The foursome continued their dinner with all sorts of talk of what Cian and Oisin wanted for their make-up wedding and reception, and that the pair wanted to announce the adoption at the same time as well.  Lorcan also had to tell them how he and Cahill had met and how long they had been truthfully going out, and small talk continued through dessert.

            At one point Lorcan laughed as he thought about situations with his "family" and when asked what was funny he mentioned that although he liked it, it would look funny when he introduced his Dad and Dad, stating the word dad in as loud and low of a voice as he could to indicate their size, as he looked like neither of them and was darn near two feet shorter than them.

            "Oh, don't worry," said Oisin. "That oddness will pass and you won't even think about it, we'll be just a regular family."

            Then Lorcan had a small surprise for his soon to be two new dads, he wanted to leave the party early so he and Cahill could go see a movie.  The dad pair thought about for a moment and then smiled and said, "You're an adult now, with needs and 'neeeeeds' of your own.  Just don't make it an every holiday thing." and they all laughed long and hard over it.

 

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Lorcan couldn't really watch the movie.  His eyes kept glaring in the dark over to Cahill.  He loved the fact that both of them liked to scrunch down in the seats a little bit with their legs resting against the chair in front of them.  However, even though Cahill was only five inches taller than Lorcan, Lorcan loved the fact that Cahill's knees seemed to rise up so much higher than his on the back of the chair in front, and that his feet if pointed down could still touch ball and toes to the floor, while his only his tip toes.  He also enjoyed the fact that Cahill seemed to need a chair twice as wide as he did to accommodate his ample thighs and arms, and perhaps the forearms and calves as well, not to mention that his back was a bit wider than the chair back.  Lorcan loved the fact that the chair groaned so when Cahill sat down in it and the light from the movie caused glinting highlights here and there of his muscles.

            "Earth to Lorcan...."

            "Hmmm...what?"

            "Why did we pay to come to a movie when all you are doing is watching my body?  If you just wanted to watch it, we could've stayed home and just turned on the t.v. for me to sit in front of."

            Lorcan blushed. "Stop."

            "You really are quite taken with my body aren't you?"

            "Yeah....I.... uhm.....really love big guys."

            "I know.  I don't know if you realized this, but I used to sit behind you in another class.  I'd peek over your shoulder and you'd have all these little doodles of massive guys.  A couple of times I swore you were drawing me."

            Lorcan could feel his face flush red and he sheepishly smiled across to Cahill.  "I was."

            "You were?  But I was..."

            "Behind me.  I know. ... ... ... I used the reflection from lab cabinet."

            Cahill leaned in and whispered, "So you did know I was behind you, but do you know why I hung back in that class after it let out?"

            Lorcan swallowed hard. "er.... nope."

            "Because I like it when I'm admired.  It's a big turn on for me.  There you were drawing me. Attempting to draw me shirtless. All huge and muscled.  Every time you did that I would tent so hard in my pants I was afraid to stand up."

            Lorcan swallowed harder. "Re...really..." He so softly eeked out of his mouth.

            Cahill leaned in closer, his lips nearly touching Lorcan's ear, and he whispered so softly, "Yesssss. ... ... ... ... ... ... You really like big men.  I could see the semi-hidden drawings in your back pack, in your room... ... ... I also know you'd love to be a big man yourself."

            Lorcan began to shift in his seat.

            "You'd love to be as big, and tall, and huge, and hung as your two old men."

            "uhmmmmm stop....."

            Lorcan could feel his temperature rising, his pulse quickening, his muscles stiffening and becoming taut.

            "You'd love to be bigger than your old men, wouldn't you?  A giant of manhood, super dense, super strong.  You'd love to be feeling me up, tracing my muscles, massaging my feet or comparing my hands and slowly grow to my size, and then beyond me, wouldn't you?"

            Lorcan gasped as he could feel his shoes suddenly shrink wrap around his feet.

            "N...n....n...n..n... .... no...."

            "As much as you love this big man, you want to outgrow me, don't you?  To be able to pick me up, throw me onto a bed, spread my legs apart like they were twigs, loom over me like a giant god, and plow my ass, wouldn't you?"

            Lorcan could see his knees rising up and up until they were even with Cahill's.  He felt his feet widened and lengthen as his shoes split down the sides and his toes pushed the front off an away from the rest of the shoe as they curled down and out to touch the floor.

            "N...n....n...n..n... .... nooooooo...."

            "To stand there so primal, so alpha, so strong, your body twitching, causing massive mounds of muscle mass to twitch... and pop.... and flex."

            Lorcan felt the rush of heat flood his body again as he also felt it suddenly swell up and out.  He could feel his muscles inflate, yet become heavy and dense.  He could feel the fibers tense up and become thicker, harder, stronger.  He could feel his clothes being sucked in and sticking to him, digging into many places: under his arms, his crotch, across his chest, down his sides, down his thighs and against his butt.  Even his calves began to grab onto the bottom legs of his pants.  That's when panic set in.  The shoes finally gave way all the way around and Lorcan felt the soles fall to the ground, leaving the tops of the shoes to hang off his feet like an odd pair of spats that were shrinking on him.  Simultaneously, his thighs, butt, lats, arms, chest, and back suddenly ripped and tore open his pants leg seams, the back ass and pockets, the sides of his shirt, his sleeves, his front, collar, and back.  Instead of sounding like several small rips, it resounded across the theater as though someone just tore a huge hole into the movie screen.

            "NO!"

            Lorcan stood up, sweat beading on his forehead.  He looked down at Cahill and then bolted for an exit door that lead immediately to the outside.  Turning to run down an alley, because he knew he'd attract too much attention on a major walkway or street, he tried to find some place he could duck into and hide... from everyone.  However, Cahill was just as fast as he was and had followed not too far behind him in his hasty exit.  When Lorcan stopped to rest against a wall in an area that was both a small side nook and deeply shadowed, Cahill was there, as though he had been there waiting for him instead of cashing behind.

            "Lorcan... what's wrong?  Why did you...."

            Cahill stood there staring at Lorcan whose form now stood as tall, broad, thick, as he did.  He was now eye to eye with his lover and probably equally matched with him in speed, size, strength, and stamina.

            "Cay....I..I...I...I...I'm sorry.  It's.... it's.... it's my new dads.... they.... oh.... it'd take too long to explain.  I didn't want to do this.... I know you don't want a guy as big as you...  If I...."

            Cahill stepped up, grabbing Lorcan behind the neck with one hand and pulled him into a kiss that was so long and so deep, Lorcan thought he stopped breathing and that it lasted for thirty minutes or more.  Cahill's other hand glided up Lorcan's new thick but defined mid section until it reached beyond his chest and at the top of Lorcan's shoulders.  There he grabbed what was left of Lorcan's shirt and tore it off of him.

            "Lor.... It's hard enough finding a guy my size.... even hard to find a guy larger than me..."

            "Uhnnnnn" Lorcan winced feeling himself swell out larger, firmer, harder, and stand just a bit taller. "L...la...large...ge...larger than you?"

            "I like being the big, guy.... don't get me wrong, but there are times I wish I was the one who could be held...."

            "Ughnnnnnnn Cay...."

            "To be cuddled like a child...."

            "oooOOOOOOH CAY STOP!"

            "To be embraced like there is someone out there.... bigger than me.... that could shield and protect me from my burdens..."

            Lorcan cried and moaned as he felt his feet stretch across the bricks of the back alley cobbled street.  He could hear his bones snapping and reforming as his limbs grew longer and thicker.  He could feel his feet press harder into the brick as his muscles filled out more and more and he gained heavier and heavier muscle mass weight.

            "Caaaaay.... stop...."

            "No.... give in....grow for me!  I've seen how you look at me.... I know what you look at on your laptop.....I've seen the hidden magazines, fan art, video clips....  You love big guys...."

            "Oooooh..."

            "Giant guys...."

            "Auuuuuuugh...."

            "You want to be as big as I am...."

            "Noooooo....."

            "You want to be bigger and you know it!"

            Lorcan let out a primal scream as his inhibitions completely shut off and he allowed the feeling to take him over.  Besides, his body was winning the fight anyway for the last of Cahill's descriptions already had Lorcan's enormous and growing even larger member show his true desires by rising, lengthening, thickening, into a huge, hard, throbbing mass something the size of a billy club.  He could feel his body expanding out and out and feel Cahill shrink in size, as his pecs began to engulf Cahill's head, and his arms began to completely encase and hold Cahill's broad, thick torso to his chest and abs.  But still the inside was nagging at him; it was what he wanted, but not all that he wanted.

            "No....NOOO!  Stop, I don't want to be bigger than you... ... ... I need my man to be the same size... to be equal to me....so he can take what I give him, and I can take what he gives me..."

            Now it was Cahill's time to groan and moan under the stress of growing as his body began to inflate and rise to new heights and thickness.  He let out loud gasps as his clothes quick shrunk on him becoming tight...tighter....form fitting....looking as though they were painted on.  He breathed a sigh of relief as his clothes began to rip and tear this way and that becoming absolutely shredded, and the sound of snapping laces and popped leather filled the air as his feet out grew his sandals.

            "What?.... what is happening?" cried out Cahill.

            "Go with it..... GROW WITH IT!" bellowed Lorcan.  "Let us grow together bigger than my two fathers..."

            "Bigger"

            "Faster"

            "Taller"

            "Stronger"

            "Broader"

            "Thicker"

            "Denser"

            "More hung..."

            "Bigger Balled.."

            "We can hold each other and feel safe...."

            "Protect each other's enormous backs from anything that comes..."

            "To be...."

            "Alpha...."

            together they said, "Males!"

            Soon Cahill had burst out of his clothes, including his underwear with his massive rod rising to join equally in length, girth, size, stride, and power to the colossal cock Lorcan was developing.  Rolling around against a brick wall, they began to cause fragments and dust of both brick and mortar to come falling, cascading down off the wall as their growing bodies got larger and bigger pushing, breaking, and digging into the wall.  Their stomping feet began to leave footprints into the ancient cobblestones of the street.  Their heads began to take out some street lamps as low as they hung and as tall as the men stood.

            Stumbling towards the center courtyard in this back alley, they soon collapsed upon the rim of a basin to a small fountain, which gave way slightly, a crack fissuring its way from the top of the rim down to the bottom of the basin.  It was Cahill who landed butt down as bottom man onto the basin rim, his head and torso going backwards a bit, just enough to catch the spraying water from the top of the fountain.  In mere seconds it looked as though a magic brush had come in and painted him a hairier man as his head hair hung wet in spiky strips in front of his eyes, and all his fine feathery hair took on a darker hue and looking denser than usual as the hair and his torso got wet and covered in fountain mist.

            Raising his butt up off the rim, Cahill cried out to Lorcan and looked at him longingly, "Take me.... Take me like the big man you are!"

            Lorcan didn't need to be asked twice.  He was beginning to notice how much smaller things were compared to him.  How they were equally as small compared to Cahill.  How they were still getting smaller as he and Cahill grew and grew.  Taking his large hands and running them from Cahill's crotch, down and across Cahill's inner thighs, he pushed out quickly and heavily and made Cahill do the side splits, which didn't seem to bother Cahill in the slightest.  In the next instant, Lorcan's member was fully hard, fully erect, and fully in Cahill's ass.  As they grew into a rhythm, one thrusting, pulling, pounding, the other rocking, tensing, and releasing their bubbling ass, each one watched the other looking down or looking up, watching as their head and shoulder rose higher; their shoulders, delts, back, and lats grew wider and thicker;  Their necks grew thicker, longer like great stone columns; their upper arms inflated and grew until they were big around as their head with peaks that rose even taller when flexed; forearms that bunched and gathered looking like giant cables of steel chord bound together; their abs and obliques flexing, scruntching, breathing in and out into tighter, more defined, harder, more bubbled interlocking pieces of brick, rock, granite boulders; thighs that ballooned out into such size its bicep threatened to be bigger than their torso, with so many tear drop shapes one couldn't correctly count how many muscle groups to the thighs there were; calves so full and developed you weren't sure if they matched the upper arms in size and definition or if they were as big as the thighs above them.

            They watched all of this, along with their muscles getting outlined with definition defining valleys and crevices, becoming marked and highlighted with multiple lines of striation, as winding, plump veins, full of blood snaked and wrapped their way around each muscle grouping, making them swell farther as the veins engorged them with blood.   They watched all of this until their chest finally rose so thick and so broad they could no longer look down their bodies and see anything that happened beyond their bulbous precipece of a chest.  It was by sensation of touch and touch alone they could tell how big their cocks and balls had become, totally stretching the inside of Cahill's taut ass, and making it impossible for Lorcan's hands to grab and stroke single handedly.

            The growth finally stopping, both men released, Cahill into the bowels of Lorcan, and Lorcan shooting a spray of spunk that went higher than the fountain.  Speaking of which, the fountain was now destroyed.  The one side of the basin wall was completely crumbled, water flowing out of it like a waterfall into a pool and then stream down the alley way.  The fountain spray and runoff getting both men soaking wet.  After sitting in a stupor for a number of minutes, they were roused out of their heavenly oblivion by the sound of someone opening some back door to one of the buildings that backed into the courtyard.  Realizing they were totally nude, they made a run for the back doorway of this courtyard, realizing once they got there, it was just easier for them to place hand on the top of the wall and side jump it with ease, instead of trying to duck, turn, and fit through the doorway once the door was open.

 

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            Needless to say Oisin and Cian were slightly surprised by the "boys" when they came back.  The two of them each standing half a head taller than Oisin and Cian did, and although built in the same size proportionately to them, with their height it still meant that each young man outweighed one of the fathers anywhere from 12.32 stones (172.5 lbs) to 18.21 stones (255lbs) not to mention longer and bigger girthed shirts and pants, and a bit larger shoes, and the need to have at least two giant size refrigerators in the kitchen to store enough food for all four men to eat.  Couches, chairs, and beds all had to be restructured.

            It was eventually decided that the cup needed to be given back to a holy well, so that they would never abuse or accidentally misuse the power of the goblet again.  Reluctantly Lorcan did so, but he understood why.  But that doesn't mean things are going poorly for them.  Oisin still teaches as a professor with student clamoring to get into his classes, one because he is and always was a good instructor and two, students, guys and gals, just want to get a look at him or spend the entire lecture time staring at and daydreaming about him.  Cian took work as a bouncer and the club & pub he works for has the most polite clients of any club and pub in Limerick, if not in Ireland.  Except for that one young man who, being slightly drunk, exceptionally arrogant, and laughing at what a milk-sop the bouncer had to be if he was named Cian.  Bragging to his friends about the time he dumped the elderly, midget, leprechaun as a joke, he boasted the bouncer was probably just as small and weak as the other Cian he once knew and dumped.  His laughter subsided when he came to the walking wall known as the bouncer Cian who stood slightly more than a foot and half taller than he did, and who picked him up with great ease, gingerly sitting down in a large scale rubbish bin, and informing him he wasn't welcome in the club.

            As for Lorcan and Cahill, well... you know them.... they're famous.  Completing college, but going on to become the biggest rugby players in the world and for the same team.  Needless to say their team is undefeated because honestly, after someone tosses one of them the ball, who's going to be able to tackle and take them down?  They also make a very lucrative living on line three ways:  They sell their old rugby socks and shoes to those willing to pay for them, they have the house set up with cameras everywhere to catch them doing everyday things in extremely built, giant fashion, fully clothed, in swim trunks, homemade speedos, underwear, or in the nude; or people pay for "lights out shows" and they watch a "private show" when the boys are feeling amorous.   And sometime.... just sometimes....when the moon is full.... and the night is shrouded in mist.... something comes over Lorcan, his lover -now fiancée-, and his two fathers, and they throw a bunch of mattresses on the living room floor and Cahill& Lorcan VIPs are treated to a four giant orgy. ... .... .... Happy Father's Day.

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