Home of the Gods Part Six by F_R_Eaky

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Home of the Gods Part Six by F_R_Eaky

 

Part One: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/13486-home-of-the-gods-part-one-by-f_r_eaky/

Part Two: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/13487-home-of-the-gods-part-two-by-f_r_eaky/

Part Three: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/13490-home-of-the-gods-part-three-by-f_r_eaky/

Part Four: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/13502-home-of-the-gods-part-four-by-f_r_eaky/

Part Five: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/13527-home-of-the-gods-part-five-by-f_r_eaky/

Part Six: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/14012-home-of-the-gods-part-six-by-f_r_eaky/

Part Seven: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/14350-home-of-the-gods-part-seven-by-f-r_eaky/

 

 

In the morning Fabian looked quite the site.  His feet having grown and ripped out of his tennis shoes, it was known he wouldn't fit into any of his other shoes, especially his very form fitting bicycling shoes for hobby and work.  Thus the morning's part of the day's deliveries were done with Fabian in his courier uniform, but with his feet being in just a pair of socks and a pair of Reid's size 17 flip flops - now only seven sizes too big for Fabian's feet, but the same feet are 4.5 sizes too large for the shoes Fabian owns. A bit of a hassle and exceptionally cold in the winter for his feet, but something inside Fabian kind of liked how his bigger feet looked in Reid's flip flops, especially when thinking how small they originally looked when the shoes were eleven and half sizes too large. A quick stop off during lunch to the bank and a shoe store and soon  Fabian was cruising the streets in new size 10 bicycle shoes and a pair of sneakers for at home in his back pack.

 

It was after his last delivery, and after he ran by a local Mexican restaurant to pick up two orders for dinner for him and Reid, yet another attack of the friends of Gabriel took place.  Turning to ride down an alley between some apartments and a basket ball court, Fabian was suddenly yanked off his bicycle and thrown into the court.  Shaking his head to recover from the throw and thus fall, Fabian looked up to view his attacker and looked up and up and up.  It was the seven foot tall DeWayne who now straddled over the body of Fabian.  Without wasting a moment, DeWayne picked up Fabian by his clothes and then slammed him, his back into a basketball pole and hoop.  Taking the straps of the backpack Fabian wore and attaching them together, DeWayne had Fabian attached to the post.  DeWayne then start lobbing basketballs at Fabian, alternating between making a hoop and letting it come down on Fabian's head or throwing them straight at Fabian's head or stomach.

 

There were a couple of balls that made contact before Fabian began to shake the fog from his head and realize what was going on.  He then began to raise his hands and bap the balls away from hitting his face or stomach.  It wasn't too much longer before Fabian's mind was clear enough to realize what a lame trap this was as he just had to slip his arms out from his backpack shoulder straps to be free.

 

"Oh no you don't!" Screamed DeWayne and he rushed toward Fabian.  Fabian stood up with his hands up in a boxing like stance and bounced as though he was willing to take DeWayne on.  DeWayne laughed at this sight and upon reaching Fabian went right into a swing to punch Fabian in the face, exactly what Fabian was expecting.  Fabian dropped to his knees just before DeWayne's fist would have made contact, which caused DeWayne to punch the metallic pole supporting the basketball hoop.

 

Clang!  "YEEEEEOW!  MOTHER FUCK!  YOU'RE DEAD!"

 

As DeWayne was shaking off the pain from his knuckles, Fabian unhooked and grabbed his backpack and his bicycle as he ran off the basketball court. As this was a frequently used route home, Fabian knew many of the people who lived in the brownstones, condos, or apartment buildings adjacent to the alleyway.  Knowing he wouldn't be able to peddle as fast as he normally could, still clutching his stomach from the gut punch, Fabian opened a back gate of a building and tenants he knew well and semi flung his bike in there, able to pick it up later.  He then proceeded to head through some open and garden plots on the way home.  Sure enough, DeWayne was hot on his heels as the two were running and running.  Through one fence line, Fabian ran through, turned and kicked a board to the right sending it across the bottom of the opening.  DeWayne thinking Fabian had slowed down, believed he had a chance to catch him.  No.  Not seeing the board in time, DeWayne's decent sized feet and ankles hooked and tripped over the board with him unawares, sending him sprawling to the ground, which in this particular case happened to be a beautifully herringbone patterned brick walkway.

 

"AUGH!  YOU MIDGET SHIT!" bellowed DeWayne after he fell flat faced onto the walkway.

 

Fabian didn't waste a moment and continued through the plot he managed to get to the out the yard and started running down the alleyway to get to another plot he knew, but he was suddenly tripped up by a flung garbage can lid.  DeWayne had recovered faster than expected and having found some old can lids began throwing them frisbee style at Fabian.  The first one managing to clip Fabian at calves and ankles.

"Who the hell still has those style garbage cans?" Thought Fabian as he tried to recover his step.

 

Knowing through the next fence break there was the back of a potting shed and on the side a small crack that only people as lithe and as small as him could squeeze through.  It would buy him time.  He ran through the break, grabbed a string he knew was secured on the other side, turned to see when DeWayne was coming and WHAM!

 

Fabian went flying backwards into the back brick wall of the potting shed.  Collapsing to the ground he looked up to see the looming form of DeWayne just behind the fence.  He wheezed and coughed all while desperately trying to hold on to the string he had detached from the fence.  DeWayne went off on a little self gloating rant like it was some major feat that his seven foot tall body could out run and catch up to Fabian's five foot two one. Eventually he bowed his head under the fences top frame to come through the space and finish Fabian off.  Of course he lead with his head and then had to dip and twist to get his tall and broad frame through the small fence gap.  One in that first position, bleary-eyed Fabian let go of the string and CLUNK! down came an 8 foot long  2 x 4 onto the back of DeWayne's head.  The affect was instant.  DeWayne's eyes rolled to the back of his head, his body went slack and down he went, falling more through the gap and forward his head and shoulders landing right at Fabian's groin area.

 

Fabian lurched forward and swore he was going to hurl everything from today's lunch back to last week's breakfast. His vision became filled with black spots as the pain to his groin and testicles overwhelmed him completely.  His ragged breathing from the ab smacking and the accidental groin head shot, Fabian pushed at DeWayne and pulled himself as best he could struggling to get his groin and legs out from under the mega-man.  As he continued his slow struggle the slow and low sound of drums beating in rhythm began to be heard.  The snow underneath the pair of men began to melt away and puddle in this slightly dipped section of the yard.  Soon it began to become so warm wisps of steam was rising from the ground and the same thing was happening in the basin of a bird bath to the right of the two fallen men.  The chanting then began to be heard loud and clear.

 

" Ke'atutel'luga... Ke'atutel'luga... Ke'atutel'luga... Ke'atutel'luga... Ke'atutel'luga... Ke'atutel'luga”

 

Right at the moment that Fabian managed to break free from the heavy body of the unconscious DeWayne, the tiny solar powered fountain in the birdbath tilted and began to act as if it was a power-hose connected to both a power station and a dam, spraying jets of water on the top of Fabian's head.  Fabian attempted to walk, more like stagger, the new few blocks to his home.  Racked with pain he could hardly focus and his head being overwhelmed with the sound of the drums and chanting didn't help.  He eventually made it home, in twice the amount of time required, still breathing a little heavily, hurting in his stomach, and shaking cold from being wet.  Bumbling through the apartment complex door, he poured himself into the elevator and road it up to his floor.  It was a bit of work attempting to stand and work the key and lock of the door and he nearly fell in when it opened.  Closing the door he stumbled towards the kitchen.  He hoped to get a glass of water and maybe some alka-seltzer, something to calm his stomach.  That's when it hit him.

 

The chantting and drumming became louder, but Fabian no longer could hear it.  The was this odd noise filling his ears like the sound of breaking twigs, and every time he heard it, his body was racked with pain.

 

"Auuuugh!"

 

His left hand shot for the refrigerator handle, while his right reached out for the center island.  After steadying himself, he tried to focus, do some deep breathing to calm himself down, but his heart leapt up into his throat.  His shoes were becoming tight.  The brand new shoes that he bought this afternoon were beginning to become so snug they were cutting off circulation to his feet.  He'd hear the sound of snapping twigs and then he'd feel the rip of fabric and leather.  He saw his finger tips extend further into the center of the table, he felt the space between the refrigerator handle and its door become smaller.  He felt his toes poking through his shoe front, his heel ripping out the back, the sides of his feet causing the shoe sides to roll over and below the sole eventually ripping and separating from the shoe.  He began to feel his hand engulfing the refrigerator handle and taking up the whole space between, his knuckles getting pressed into the door....denting the door!

Looking down, he saw his feet extend and extend and extend.  He screamed to his self in his head "My feet are becoming skis!"  He watched as they grew and grew taking over one whole square foot tile and begin to work fully on the next.  He was about actually scream and cry out, with tears streaming down his cheeks when his arms, legs, and torso suddenly lurched and stretched after the twig snapping sound.

 

"WuuuuuAAAAAAUUUGH!"

 

Clinging for dear life to the island and the refrigerator he began to notice the fridge top was coming closer to him.

 

"Oh, no.... no... no no no no no no no no no......"

 

He cried in fear and panic as his vision rose up higher and higher until he knew the top of his head matched the top of the fridge.   Looking at this he began to become slightly aroused.  The refrigerator is like 5' 7" tall.  He's grown 5 inches!  He's reaching average height!  The pain and stretching returned and as Fabian went into automatic denial mode, still spewing no's out of his mouth, he noticed that the top of the fridge was falling away...lower....lower.....  The no's faded to silence.  He pulled the door open and grabbed a can of soda.  It looked so tiny in his hands.  Damn near miniscule.  He stood there looking, mouth agape, gasping, sputtering, and as he looked back straight ahead he discovered the top of the fridge met him about the height of his chin.  He moaned...

"Oh, yeeeessssssssss.  ... .... ... Oh yes. .... ... ... "

It started again.  Twig snapping, stretching, fridge top sinking.  He felt the cuffs on his sleeves travelling up, further up his arm: to mid forearm, to elbows. He felt the cargo shorts bottom travel from his knees up his thighs.  His courier's form fitting, under armor style, unitard, uniform began to stretch and stretch pulling tighter and tighter against his body, pulling his extra fine body hair as it tried to move and travel up Fabian's body like his cargo shorts did.  He watched as the top of the fridge eventually became level with his shoulders, like it did with Reid.  His groin became warm.  His cock inflated a little.  He felt the unitard pull tighter and stretch out more from his expanding cock.

 

"Ooooooh yessssssssss." moaned Fabian and he saw the fridge top sink even lower and lower.

 

He felt runs develop in the tight fabric, allowing more air to pass freely to his body.  His ankles had snapped the top portion of his shoes that had still desperately tried to cling on.  His cargo shorts were binding at the crotch, becoming stretched by his larger, but tight and taut ass.  The top of the fridge dropped to his arm pits.....

 

"Ooooh yes... Yes!.... YES!"

 

It shrunk down to his another few inches under the arm pit.  His cargo shorts were ripping at the crotch, busting at the waist band, splitting down the seams, while his courier uniform now actually developed true rips and tears in the fabric.  And the fridge top went down....down....down.....middle of his abs......
 

"OOOOh GOD YEAH!"

 

The clothes ripped their last and fell away from Fabian. The top of the refrigerator now only came up to his waist line or maybe down to the belly button.  The can in his hand looked the size of a miniature sample cup to him.  There was maybe two to three feet left between the top of his head and the ceiling.  He felt so good all over... so big...so powerful.... his cock sprung to life and grew and grew and grew to its full length and heft, having kept proportion to his now much larger body.

 

"YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES!"

 

He didn't know why he suddenly felt so good about this....but he did.

 

"Fabe?  Is that you hollering out here?"

 

Reid came out into the kitchen from his bedroom, wondering what the commotion was all about.  Coming through the kitchen door he stopped and froze looking at the giant in front of him.

 

"Oh....my.....gawd....."

 

 Reid approached the towering Fabian now.  He only came up midway on Fabian's abdominals.  Dumstruck, Reid reached out and grabbed the mighty erect schlong quivering and bobbing in front of him.  It felt like a baseball bat.  Feeling the touch, Fabian looked down and down and down at Reid.  Seeing where Reid came up to on him, seeing how his cock looked like the full length of one's of Reid's arms.  How Reid's finger might possibly not be able to wrap around it.  He saw how his feet were just a few inches shy of covering two floor tiles in the bathroom.

"Oh...yes."

 

And suddenly Reid lifted the humongous head of Fabian's cock to his mouth and began to make love to it and suck on it as if there was really going to be no tomorrow.  Fabian snapped his head back, placed his feet shoulder width apart, pushing the island counter a bit further to his right, placed his hands on his hips as if in a great super hero pose and moaned loud and deep.

 

"Yessssssssss.  YES!  YES!"

 

His big bass voice booming across the apartment rattling all the windows, many of the light fixtures, scaring neighbor doors, and causing many folks to bang and tell Reid and Fabian to turn down their t.v. or radio.

 

Reid attempted to reach out and fondle Fabian's balls, but so long was Fabian's cock, that with the head in Reid's mouth, the best that Reid could do was lightly brush them with his fingertips.  This only heightened the experience for both men: Reid feeling like he was stroking some small pumpkins with Fabian feeling light, silky, tickling touches on the underside of his scrotum.  Several times did Fabian's cock bounce, almost lifting Reid up off the floor.  Eventually Fabian pulled his cock away, knocked Reid backwards and around with a swift poke of it into Reid's left shoulder, and then suddenly a pick up by his cock of Reid, thrusting through Reid's legs and underneath his crotch.  Reid slid all the way down to the base, his back resting against the hard brick wall abs of Fabian's stomach.  With a simple barked order of, "STROKE!", Reid began to take his massive hands and run them up and down the more gargantuan schlong of Fabian.  Several times Fabian staggered round the apartment, dancing on curled tip toes as he moaned and groaned to the pleasure Reid was providing him. Eventually Fabian burst through the bathroom door just in time scream in ecstasy, buck his hips as he fell to his knees, his cock swelling that much larger as his melon sized balls pulled in and up into his body and a nearly geyser like gusher of spoo, spooled out of him and shot across the bathroom, hitting the far wall and splattering across the shower wall, the stall, the tub, the curtains, the faucets, everything.  Reid turning to look at the sunken Fabian, his mind finally catching up to what has happened to his friend, his lover, he soon joined Fabian in action and shot his biggest load yet to date onto Fabian's abs and chest.

[dickasauras]

How have I never read this story before?