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Hi, everyone. Sorry for the really late update, but I've been focused on my studies for the past few months. I've had most of Part 5 fully written for the past few months, actually, but I've just been struggling to find the time to wrap it up until recently. It's a lot longer than I expected (5000 words more, actually), so I divided it into two sections of the same part for convenience. I hope you are all still able to enjoy it despite the lateness. Again, as usual, all suggestions and recommendations are very welcome! ?




Our trio hadn’t had a bar night since that night with the meteor. It was hard to say no to Marcus. If he wanted us to head out to a bar, we were going to a bar, whether we liked it or not. Besides, he already planned one for this Friday.

I came into work today not expecting a lot of surprises. Froy was already at my desk, dressed in a tight black shirt, filing paperwork into folders and working as hard as ever. The speed he was working at was a spectacle to watch. I would be watching him type something up one moment, then he’d be stapling and preparing documents the next. 

He was working like an overclocked machine. He didn’t even notice me come in.

“Working hard?” I asked.

He jumped in place at the sight of me. His warm smile and nervous chuckle were all I needed to know that today was going to be a good day. Especially if I got to watch him pace around the office in his newly-tightened clothes after his latest growth spurt at the gym. Every piece of silk-cotton seemed to cling to his skin, shifting around as he flexed and breathed.

“Ah, yes, sir! Good morning, sir. I was just finishing up your work for the day.”

“You finished all of it by yourself? Are you sure? You didn’t get signatures mixed up? You didn’t miss any names or anything?” 

He nodded. “Yes, sir. I made sure of everything.”

“Thanks.” I laughed. “So what’s with the early bird promo? Looks like those new muscles are doing you some good. Did you want me to dismiss you early today?”

He shook his head, still smiling. “No, sir. I’m just feeling really good today. Actually, since last night.”

“Since the gym? Was it because of what happened in the showers?”

“I think so, sir. I’ve just been really happy since then.”

“Clearly. You’re talking a lot more than you usually do. It might just be a side-effect of what happened, so try not to get addicted to it.”

“Don’t worry, sir. I think I have an okay self-control.”

I sat down next to him and watched him work at a breakneck pace. His shirt’s sleeves stretched around his round biceps as he organized the last few envelopes and folders for routing. They were so close to me. If I could only reach out and grope them and hold them in my hands, I’d be in heaven. Froy was already an incredibly attractive young man. The new muscles just took him over the edge.

He turned to me and caught me staring. “Sir? Are you okay?”

I was taken out of my stupor. “Oh, yeah, I’m just admiring... you work.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” I glanced at his bicep for an instant. Fuck.

An hour went by, and finally, Froy was done with everything. I asked him if he wanted to go home for the day, since he could—we both could, really—but he refused. He mentioned something about staying at the office all day. I had no reason to deny him. What was I gonna do? Kick him out for doing all my work without my permission?

By midday, as Froy and I headed out to find something to eat, we were stopped by a familiar voice—Wes’.

“Hey, Dory, wait!”

The voice was coming from high above me, higher than I was normally used to. I turned my head around and caught myself staring wide-eyed at Wes’ handsome face atop the biggest body I’d ever seen before in person. It easily rivaled a shorter Fonz’s—before he shrunk, of course. I’d only not seen him for a day, and suddenly, he’s a small goliath! Just where did he find the time and the balls to grow so much?

He definitely wasn’t 5’11” anymore, probably more like 6’2” now, just like the other two. However, there was one major difference among them. If Marcus had twice as much muscle as Froy… Wes probably had four times as much. Clothing was futile on him. He might as well have been wearing paper maché. Every single humongous bulge and mound of muscle was visibly shifting underneath, begging to burst out of the weak fabric. 

He wasn’t even able to button up more than three buttons anymore, exposing his ballooning pecs and soft gut. All his clothes were far too small. If he kept growing at the rate he drank cum, he’d be out of clothes before Marcus. He might as well have been naked. It wouldn’t have made much difference. The hem of his shirt didn’t even cover up his navel.

“Jesus Christ, what happened to you?” I asked.

He looked down at me, puzzled. “What are you talking about? Nothing’s happened to me.”

I looked over at Froy who was speechless and just as dumbfounded as I was. The boss he had once looked down at by a good 7 inches was now his same height. If Froy hadn’t drained Fonz, he would’ve be looking up at Wes instead of eye-to-eye.

“You’re even bigger than you were two days ago! How did you even find clothes?!”

“Froy, is your boss okay?” Wes asked.

Froy stayed silent, staring bug-eyed.

“Right. Might as well be talking to a wall with you,” he said. “I hope you’re not gonna start making shit up about me too. Marcus alone was bad enough. Can you believe he was telling people I had an ear fetish? What the fuck is an ear fetish?”

“Well, uh… did you wanna come with us for lunch?” I asked.

“Yeah, let’s go, I’m starving. I hope you two are ready for bar night!”

Wes walked past us and squeezed through the glass door leading to the elevators. Froy and I followed him at a safe distance. 

Everyone who caught sight of him stopped in their tracks as they watched their manlet of a boss swagger around with the body of a bodybuilder. He stood out among crowds. As we waited for the elevator to arrive, we could see his massive body taking up a selfish amount of space in front of the elevator like a brick wall.

“See what I mean?” I whispered to Froy. “He has no idea he’s growing. He’s just been staying in his office all day masturbating and drinking his cum.”

“But why, sir?”

“‘Why’ what? Why doesn’t he notice? I have no idea. I already told you and Marcus he literally grew right in front of me and burst out of his clothes and acted as if nothing happened. I think the meteor might’ve done something to his brain or something. Just go with it for now. It’s not like there’s anything we can do to help him anyway.”

“Okay, sir. I know you said he grew,  but I didn’t think he was this big.”

“Me too. Last time I saw him, he was at least three inches shorter than this. I don’t even think he cares that he’s getting too big.”

When the elevator came, Wes’ size demanded that he take up a good chunk of the space. 

This, of course, angered the other employees heading out for their lunch breaks. He had to apologize for his size. However, I could tell he didn’t give a flying fuck what people thought about his size. It seemed being big was something Marcus and Wes both wanted and would never let go. I couldn’t blame them.

Froy and I joined Wes inside the elevator and headed down and out to Steak Streak. 

As we sat ourselves down amidst the loud hustle and bustle of lunch hour, I couldn’t help but wonder just how much Wes was going to order. He only used to eat a single rib-eye before. Now, I wouldn’t be surprised if he ate thrice as much. While waiting for a waitress to not be so afraid of Wes to take our order, Wes couldn’t help himself but talk about his wife and family. 

“Can you believe it? Even my wife and kids think something’s wrong with me. What is it with everyone telling me I’m getting bigger? I’ve always been this big, right? Come on, tell me, Dory. You’ve worked for me a long time.”

“I’ve been telling you the same thing for days, Wes. You don’t wanna listen to me.”

He shook his head in disbelief. “No, come on, tell me the truth.”

“That is the truth, Wes. See? I told you. You’d probably believe in unicorns and manbearpigs before you believed me. Or your wife. Or Froy. Or your kids. Or literally anyone in the office.”

“But… how? I’ve always looked like this. I don’t feel any different.”

“Really? You don’t notice how all your clothes were made for a man seven inches shorter than you? You now? Before you started growing, you were an inch shorter than I was.”

Wes laughed. “Shorter than you?! You’re fucking puny! You look like a doll next to me.”

Froy laughed.

“Thanks for the compliment,” I said.

“...But, actually, I have been wondering why my clothes are so small. But, even if I did grow, how come I’ve never noticed?”

“We don’t know. When the meteor crashed, it must’ve done something to your brain. You were the only one who swallowed it too. Even when we checked out the meteor site a couple of days ago, you said there was never a clearing, but even Froy and Marcus know there was a never a massive ass jungle where it landed.”

Wes turned to Froy. “Is that true?”

“Yes, sir,” Froy said. “It was a clearing that night.”

Wes’ eyes grew wide at the revelation. He leaned back on his seat, nearly toppling himself over like an oaf. The waiter behind him jumped in surprise, screaming in horror. The woman must’ve thought Wes was going to fall over and crush her to death or something. 

Wes raised up a massively bloated arm and planted it on his forehead as he contemplated the reality he was in. Besides everything, his big, grapefruit-sized bicep was nothing to ignore. I couldn’t ignore it. It called to me, flexing and bouncing as Wes mindlessly wandered in his thoughts. It was so round, so beautiful. My hands wanted to run its lithe fingers across its smooth skin, feeling every fiber of his muscled bicep and tricep on my fingertips. 

“Fuck, this is so hard to believe,” he said. “Unicorns suddenly don’t seem that far-fetched.”

“I told you.”

“So what’s with me? What’s making me grow?”

“I thought it was obvious: cum.”

“What? You’re joking.”

“Why would I joke about you drinking cum?”

“Because I’m a virgin meant to be sacrificed to Ares at a volcano, that’s why. Oh, woe is me, what are the priestesses gonna think about this? The harvest this year is fucking ruined! That’s what you sound like right now, Dory. And I don’t have a choice but to believe you.”

“Yeah, you don’t. You grow when you drink cum. Facts are facts.”

“So whatever that meteor did to me is messing with my brain and telling me to drink cum so I can grow bigger?”

“Yeah. Actually, that is kinda strange.”

“What is?”

“It’s like the meteor wants you to grow. All three of you. You’ve been having cravings for cum, Froy gets a good high, and Marcus just grows.”

“What, Froy and Marcus are growing too?”

“Oh, yeah. Froy hasn’t grown too much. But… wait, how big do you think Marcus is? Right now? Based off memory?”

“Why? Isn’t he still 6’3”?

“What? 6’3”? He’s only supposed to be 6’2”. How’d you know? I thought you two haven’t seen each other since last week?”

“We haven’t. I just know he’s 6’3. I mean 6’3.5”.”

Froy and I looked at each in confusion. We both knew that Marcus was definitely only supposed to be 6’2” from last night. He was definitely growing faster. There was no other explanation. It didn’t seem like there was even any trigger to his growth or anything. How big was he going to get? 7 feet? 8 feet?

Eventually, a waiter came and took our orders. 

We all ate our lunch in peace, ignoring the whole meteor shebang for the moment. When we finished our lunch, we all headed back to the office to resume working—or relaxing and doing fuck-all in my case. Froy doing all my work was a lifesaver, but damn, I felt useless. If he kept doing all my work, he might as well have replaced me. He was the definition of silent but deadly… only he smelled of lemons instead of methane.

Before Wes left us to head back to his office, he decided to have another quick chat.

“Does cum really make me grow?” he asked.

“Yes. Don’t forget I was there. I watched you grow and burst out of your clothes right in front of me while you were standing at the door.”

“So you just standing there like a statue was actually you watching me grow?”

“Yeah. And I think it might be safer to just hold off on the drinking cum bit for now. You’re already too big for your clothes. And I don’t remember you setting a bare-underwear-allowed policy at the office recently.”

“Fine, I’ll try. But that underwear policy doesn’t sound half-bad either. Might even think about setting it.” He winked. “Anyway, I hope you two are ready for bar night! And then next week is the 3-day company retreat to the La Vida Resort.”

“Oh, shit, I forgot about that. Are we bringing interns?”

“Yeah, don’t worry, you can bring your boy toy. I’ll even set you two up in a room of your own. Alone. You’ll be more inseparable than ever before.”

“Oh, come on—”

He slammed a massive finger against my lips, pushing me with his sheer strength. “Shh! Just be grateful. You don’t want your fairy godmother angry.” He cracked his knuckles.

“Uh, thanks? I think.”

“Thank you, sir…?” Froy said.

With that, Wes was on his way, leaving Froy and I a pair of blushing messes. 

Froy looked at me, and chuckled. I chuckled back. In the corner of my eye, I could see a massive bulge protruding from his slacks. It seemed he was aroused. Normally, when he got horny, he would grab his bag or a folder and hold it up against his crotch as if to hide it from me. Naive. Now, he was just leaving it out in the open. 

Sometimes, I wish he would speak up more about whatever’s on his mind. For all I know, he could just be extra proud of his endowment today. I didn’t want to scare him away by asking so directly, but it was hard to focus getting cockblocked like this.

I was probably going to have to ask Marcus about tips at some point. He was a slut around the office, sleeping around with whoever caught his eye at any given moment, and was very well-respected for it among his peers. Unlike normal workplaces, the sleeping-around culture, the shitting-where-you-eat culture, was something people never really minded at our office, regardless of sex—pun intended.

While we waited around for something to do, we just sat at my desk and watched movies like we normally did in our free time. I found out last week that his favorite movie was Mean Girls… a man after my own heart. Froy and I often cuddled together when we watched movies, and there was never a point where he wasn’t clingy—and incredibly touchy.

Eventually, the movie ended, and we were back to the same silence. We turned our chairs away from my desktop and faced one another, having full hold over each other’s attention.

“Hey, Froy, I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“What about, sir?”

“So you know how Wes has been a bit uncontrollable lately? Since I’m pretty sure he’s not going to stop drinking his cum even when I told him not to.”

“Yes, sir? Did you want to do something?”

“I think I need you to do something for us. It’s dangerous if he gets any bigger. And since we can’t do anything to Marcus without him knowing, we can at least do something to Wes.”

“Sir…? What are you trying to say?”

“I want you to drain Wes.”

“What…? Sir, are you sure? He might get mad.”

“There’s no way he’ll get mad. I already told you he doesn’t even notice his growth or anyone else’s. I don’t think he’d notice losing a few pounds or inches. Come on, Froy. It’s dangerous for him to be getting so big. If he gets any taller, he’ll almost be a foot taller than he started.”

Froy gave me a sullen look. He lowered his head to stare blankly at the space between us as if to think to himself. I prayed he would say yes. A yes from Froy would be hitting two birds with one stone: I would get to see Froy grow again, and Wes’ growth would be better controlled. If he didn’t say yes, I don’t know what might happen to Wes.

“How… how much should I take from him, sir?” he asked.

“Enough to have a buffer if he continues his drinking spree. At least we could stall his growth if we can’t control Marcus’. Marcus would kill us if he caught us trying to take away his ‘gains.’ Literally.”

“I… Okay, sir. I’ll do it. Should I go to his office now, sir?”

“Ah, wait, wait, I’ll go with you. You can’t just go in there alone. If you go by yourself, he might just think you’re there to harass him. He wouldn’t even be mad about it. You’re not into him, are you?”

He raised his hands and waved them in denial. “No, no, sir! He’s... not my type.” His eyes twinkled as we glanced at one another.

“Alright, let’s go. I didn’t notice him leave the office yet, so he should still be in there. I hope.”

The two of us stood up from our chairs and headed over to Wes’ office, walking as inconspicuously as we could. 

Attracting too much attention would get us in trouble. If people started suspecting we had anything to do with Wes’ or Marcus’ dramatic size changes, they might start asking us to do them some favors—favors I’d rather not get involved with.

When we got to Wes’ office, it didn’t seem like anyone was inside. I looked around for anyone to ask, and I noticed that Marcus’ messenger bag was at his desk. 

Was Marcus at work? Why didn’t I notice him come in through the glass door? He wasn’t anywhere to be seen, so the most likely conclusion was that he was out with Wes—probably. I’d been an employee at the company for a couple of years already, but I wasn’t told about any secondary entrances besides the glass door. 

While I was at Marcus’ desk, Froy was on his own, peeking through the frosted glass into Wes’ office. “Sir, I don’t think he’s inside.”

“Yeah, he might be out with Marcus. Do you know any other entrances they might have used? I thought the glass door was the only way in and out of here.”

He shook his head. “No, sir. Only the glass door.”

“Fuck, fine, maybe we can find out where he went inside.”

“We’re going to go in his office?”

“Yeah, duh. Come on, open the door before someone sees us. If Marcus sees us sneak into Wes’ office, he might think we’re fucking or something.”

Froy sniggered. “Sure, sir.”

We both shut ourselves in Wes’ office as fast as we could. Thankfully, I don’t think anyone saw us. Wes’ office was nearly in complete darkness since the lights were off and the blinds were unfolded; however, there was something that even the dark that no one could possibly miss: the pungent smell of fresh cum. 

We were too late. 

Right after I told Wes not to drink his own cum, he goes and does it anyway. Now, he was nowhere to be found. 

I turned to Froy. “Fuck, he’s not here. Can you handle the smell? Could you help me look around and find something to figure out where he went?”

Young Froy seemed to be immune to the smell, as if it was no different from regular air to him. He looked at me and smiled. “Yeah, sir, I’m fine with it. Thanks. I’ll, uh, go check over there.”

I turned on the lights and found the office just as I expected it. 

Everything from the folders and envelopes to the storage boxes were neatly tucked away where they belonged in the corners and shelves. If it weren’t for Wes’ desk, we would never have known whose office this was. The desk looked as though it had just experienced the apocalypse.  There were mountains of papers lying all over the place, topped off by several crumpled tissues and a leaking bottle of lube. I pitied the table. I couldn’t even see the glass top anymore. 

Wes’ bag was nowhere to be found, meaning that he must’ve left the office already. How, I still didn’t know. 

“Fuck, he must’ve gone home.”

Froy lifted his head from behind the couch. “So what do we do now, sir?”

“Wait, shit.”

Froy got off the couch and stood at my side as I searched Wes’ desk. Knowing Wes, if he was told to stop doing something, he was going to want to go out with a bang. I couldn’t let Wes do that. I had to find those fucking tic-tacs.

“Do you remember that box of tic-tacs Marcus had on the way to Wes’ apartment?” I asked.

“Yes, sir. Why?”

“Help me find them. I need to make sure I get them away from Wes before he does something he… probably won’t regret. I gave them to him since he asked for them, but I didn’t think this far ahead.”

“Oh, okay, sir!”

I bent over to check out Wes’ drawers one by one. All of them seemed to be bottomless pits of small knick-knacks and random things, crowding them and taking up an unnecessary amount of space like trash piles. 

There were piles and piles of keychains, tape measures, keys, coins, chargers, scissors, tape, and staplers. As I got further down, the harder and more unlikely it seemed that I was ever going to find those tic-tacs. I froze there, worried. I had to go back and keep checking the other drawers in case I missed something.

Then I felt something… behind me. 

Froy had crept up behind me and had his hand on the desk. He had been watching me check through Wes’ things like some guard dog. It took me a while to realize the position I was in: bent over, my ass exposed. I was getting hard. 

Froy had crept up a bit too close and accidentally pressed his bulge against my ass.  I looked up at Froy who had this mortified look on his face. He was pale as a ghost. 

He stepped back and raised his hands in self-defense. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, sir! I didn’t mean to do that, I promise--”

“It’s fine, Froy! Don’t worry about it… Actually, I wouldn’t mind if you kept going.”

“Ah, sir…”

“Come on, I told you I don’t mind. I mean, I’m not forcing you to if you don’t want to—”

Froy crept back up and planted himself against me, pinning me against the desk as he loomed over me. 

He wanted to take it further. He didn’t even hesitate. In a second, he spread his legs and held his swelling erection up against me, as if he was about to dry-hump me right in Wes’ office. 

This was a completely new side to Froy I was witnessing. He was still being the same quiet boy, but now there was a whole new element of sexual dominance. Neither of us spoke. 

Since Froy planted himself against my ass, he only seemed to communicate in moans and grunts. He reacted immediately the instant I stuck out my ass further. With a vice-like grip, he grabbed onto the desk and locked me in place with my body bent over it. I could feel his erection growing and pushing against me, digging the fabric of my pants deeper up my crack.

“Getting kinda antsy, aren’t you?” I asked. 

He was getting lost in the pleasure. “Mmph… mm… y-yes, sir.”

“I didn’t think you were a top.”

“I can be a lot of things, sir.”

He grabbed onto my own member and jostled it around in his hand, forcing an erection on me. With a single hand, he began unbuttoning my belt.

“Could I, sir?”

“It’s a bit too late to be asking for my permission.” 

Froy’s erection continued to harden and push harder against me. I could almost make out its outline with just my ass—especially its bulbous head. Froy unbuttoned my belt and pants and reached down with one hand to pull it down to my knees in one swift tug. I’d never felt so exposed at work before. 

Yet, there was nothing I could’ve wanted more.

Froy got up from behind me and unbuttoned his own pants. 

I turned around, and in a single glance, he communicated to me what he wanted me to do. I got down to my knees and helped Froy pull his pants down. They were tight around his muscled thighs, probably from the extra growth from Fonz. I struggled, but I managed to get him pantless. His packed underwear and muscled legs were all I could see. There was nothing else I would’ve wanted to see. The outline of the shaft and the bulbous head stuck out and stretched over the fabric.

“Sorry, sir.”

“For what?”

“Just in case it hurts.” He smirked.

I held eye contact with Froy, watching him lick his lips in earnest, as I grabbed onto the garter of his underwear. From where I was, there was a pungent musk emanating from his stuffed package. For the next few moments, I held my breath. 

I pulled down his underwear slowly at first, savoring the moments as I unveiled his rather girthy shaft, inch by inch. The more I revealed, the more his cock begged to just pop out and smack me in the face. I had no idea how big it was. 

However, there was no doubt in my mind that this was the largest cock I’d ever seen in my life. 

When I got his underwear off, his only-semi-hard cock popped up and hovered in front of my eyes. It was nearly as wide as my wrist. At a glance, anyone could guess it was at least 9 inches, if not longer. His balls were no different. Ping-pong balls at least.

“Fuck, it’s huge.”

“Is it too big, sir?”

“No, it’s perfect. Did it grow when you drained Fonz too?”

“No, sir, it’s always been this big.”

I twisted around and grabbed the bottle of lube on Wes’ desk. Froy watched me eagerly as I dumped a whole load of lube on my hands, knowing full well what I was going to do next. If anyone caught us doing this here in Wes’ office, there was no doubt in my mind I was going to get fired. Yet, neither of us seemed to care.

I spread my lubed up hands on Froy’s semi, squeezing the bulb and triggering his sensitive areas around the head. 

He moaned as I worked up his sizeable shaft with both of my hands. I stroked it as if it were my own—if mine were a 9-inch monster—knowing exactly where I could get Froy to moan and lurch, causing his cock to jump in my hands. I was getting hard just watching Froy get aroused by getting his cock serviced. After everything he’d done and everything he was, he definitely deserved it.

“You like this, big boy?”

His eyes were shut, facing the ceiling, as he moaned to himself in his euphoria. “Yes… yes, sir. Please keep going…”

I increased the speed at which I stroked. All I was trying to do was making sure that Froy had no time to break, no time to gather his thoughts. He was so hot, so cute. 

“A-ah…! Sir, sir, could I…?”

“Oh, you got it.”

I got up from my knees and leaned over Wes’ desk. Froy, in an instant, grabbed my loose pants and dragged them down to my knees, underwear and all. I never had a second to realize that I was nude. My own 5-incher was already semi-hard, dangling between my thighs. 

Froy himself was getting increasingly frantic. It wouldn’t be long.

“Sir, I hope it’s okay—”

“Just do it!”

Froy grabbed my ass cheeks, and I felt the bulbous head of his cock pressing against my ashole. It was big. It was undoubtedly going to be a tight fit, no matter how he got it in; but I didn’t care. If he was going to hesitate, I was going to have to be the one to take action. 

I pressed my ass against his dick, begging it to penetrate me. 

Froy got the message. He grabbed his dick by the hand and started squeezing it into my ass. It was definitely fucking tight, but I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. I felt it dig deeper and travel further into my ass, taking up the entire space, stretching out my ass, until he hit prostate. At that point, I lost control. I couldn’t think. 

Froy began thrusting into me. He was so gentle yet still hit like a jackhammer. 

There was no turning back anymore. If anyone caught us fucking here in Wes’ office, neither of us were going to have much of a future left for us. We didn’t care. 

After a minute of pounding against my prostate, I could feel him approaching climax. Even I was getting close. He started thrusting harder, knocking me against Wes’ desk with no mercy. His cock twitched in my ass as it grew ever more sensitive. Cum traveled from my balls into my shaft as I neared my endgame. 

“Unh…!” Froy moaned.

We both erupted simultaneously. I could barely feel my own climax. Froy was a man of many surprises, it seemed, as he was also extremely heavy-loaded. My ass was blasted with fresh, warm cum, surging outwards and spilling out and down my legs, spilling onto my pants as he continued ejaculating into me. Froy seemed to cum almost endlessly, unloading buckets upon buckets of cum into me. 

He continued moaning as his hypersensitive cock continued sliding back and forth inside me, slathering his cock and the walls of my ass in his cum. It was unbelievable how much he was cumming. 

By the time he was done, he pulled out with a bit of tight discomfort and grabbed a tissue box from Wes’ desk. I lingered for a while, re-adjusting to reality. 

It had been a while since the last time I was fucked by a cock so big. Nothing could have prepared me for it. With shut eyes, I also took a couple of tissues and began wiping myself clean, from my cock to down my legs. I was going to need to get cleaned up at the toilets afterwards. No way I was going home with a fucking Twinkie lodged up my ass and squirting down my pants.

“Let’s not talk about this to anyone, alright?”

Froy stuffed his dick back in his underwear as he sweated profusely. “Y-yes, sir.”

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“I think we’d better go look for Wes now. Maybe we can still catch him if he just went home. Make sure Wes doesn’t find anything in here that would get us in trouble. He’s lax, but not that lax.”

Froy nodded and made sure every tissue we used was thrown away in a plastic bag. We exited Wes’ office as quietly as we possibly could, yet it seemed like we were being watched by a million judgmental eyes. I looked around, but no one seemed to be looking.

Froy and I had never really done anything with our relationship, but what we did in that office really just set everything in stone. Everything we’d been doing together up till this point was definitely worth it. 

I finally got to fuck Froy… or get fucked by Froy, really. In an unexpected plot twist by the great M. Night Shyamalan, Froy was a top. Maybe if we went on that company retreat, there might be a Part 2 in the not-so-distant future. The thought of it sent my ass into arrest, but I liked it that way. I liked Froy.

As we headed back to my desk, I felt a strange sense of dread coming from behind us. I didn’t know what it was, but it almost felt as though a massive, starving animal was chasing its prey—us. 

Before I could even turn around to face who it was, a massive arm wrapped itself around my neck and pinned me against Froy. I reached up to pull the arm off but found myself trying to pry off a flesh sack of boulders. Thoughts raced through my mind. Thoughts like how easy it would be for whoever it was to have crushed my skull in that instant. My hands felt like a doll’s against all the gigantic mounds of muscle.

Then I heard a familiar voice.

“How are my favorite little boys?” Marcus asked.

He pulled us in closer against his bulging chest. I could feel his mountainous, ballooning pec against my back as if a globe were being pressed against me. Every muscle on his body was stone-hard. A mere hug felt like I was being manhandled. I was surrounded by massive bulging muscles: his bicep, pec, forearm; but I was more afraid than aroused by just how much power Marcus had and how easily he could crush my head in his arm like a nutcracker. The old Fonz was nothing to Marcus now.

“What the fuck, Marcus, is that you?!” I asked.

“The one and only!” He laughed.

“What—how big did you get?!”

“Just an inch and a half taller and a few pounds and inches all over. Why? You got a problem with my size?”

“No, I have a problem with you choking me! Do you mind letting go?”

“Oh, sorry, forgot how strong I am. Here.”

Marcus let us go and allowed us to catch our breath as he stood behind us, chest pumped and stuck out confidently. 

“Gotta say, I’m a bit surprised. I thought you’d enjoy the choking.”

He was even bigger than the last time we met. It was as if he took his muscle mass and multiplied it by 1.5x. I hate math, but I couldn’t think of a better way to describe just how much bigger he was. I’m not the best guesser, but his arms were definitely at least 20 and a half now. He was almost two inches taller than Froy too, Froy who was 6’2”. 

The look on Froy’s face was pure horror, realizing that the man who was his equal in height just the night before was now looking down at him. 

He was nearly as wide as Froy and I side-by-side. Not to mention his disproportionate chest and shoulders being even impossibly broader than ever before, sticking out of his shirt like stone boulders stuffed under his skin. His already extra large shirt didn’t even fit. The very bottom of the hem just about covered his lower abs.

“Fuck, you’re growing even faster.”

Marcus smirked. He raised up both his arms to a flex and bit his lip as he urged them to bounce under the straining fabric of his dress shirt. They were highly defined and covered in veins. It wouldn’t be long until there was as much muscle in one of his biceps as one of my legs. Granted, my legs aren’t exactly too muscular, but still.

“I know! Can you believe it? A whole inch and a half from last night! And look at all this muscle on me… shit. Can’t believe I used to be 5’11”. Being tall is great!”

“How do you think I feel? I’ve been 5’7” my whole life. You’ve always been a big guy to me, but—”


“But now, you’re just…”

“What, big? Huge? Gigantic? Humongous? With how fast I’m growing, it won’t be long till I’m all of those things and more, little dude. Way more.”

“I’m just feeding your ego, huh.”

“Yeah, but it’s not like you hate it, do you? Wouldn’t you wanna just touch all of this?” He rubbed his hands across his muscled bulges, running across his humongous torso, cupping his pecs in his hands as though they were the biggest tits known to man. “Man, if you only knew how this felt. It’s too bad you didn’t get any of that meteor shit on you.”

I didn’t even think I could wrap my arms around him anymore. He was almost a whole ten and a half inches taller than I was, and possibly had thrice as much muscle mass. Maybe even four.

“What about you, pup? You planning on competing with me in the growth department?” he asked Froy.

Froy was caught off-guard, still in whiplash from our little session in Wes’ office. “Uh, um, yes—no! No, sir.”

“Good. You better not be. I’m gonna be the biggest guy around here. Actually, I think I already am! Maybe I’ll even get to grow so big I’ll get to hold the ceiling. Wouldn’t that be cool?”

“Yeah.” I was getting aroused again. “That’d be cool.”

“You wanna bet on how big I’ll be by next week? Like, maybe during the company retreat? I’d say bar night, but that’s too soon. I don’t want to give you much of a chance to win here.”

“Sure. I’ll guess… 7 feet tall? $20. I don’t know how heavy you are, so I can’t guess your weight.”

“Whoa, that’s a lot of fucking growing!” Marcus laughed, causing his pecs to bounce, begging for an escape from their confines. “Fine! I’ll guess, uh, 7 feet, 3 inches. $30. What about you, Froy?”

“Oh, uh, maybe seven and a half?”

“Shit, dude. How big do you want me to get?” 

Froy was sweating.

Marcus chuckled and patted Froy’s shoulder in a friendly gesture. “No problemo, bud. I’ll grow as big as you want me to be! Just for you, too.”

It was too bad Marcus wasn’t gay. 

“By the way,” Marcus said. “I caught Wes going down through the fire escape just now. You weren’t kidding when you said he got huge, Dory. Fuck, if I don’t keep up, he’s gonna outgrow me!”

“The fire escape? What—what the fuck, I thought we weren’t allowed to use it? Isn’t it a rule that—”

“Wes IS the rules, Dory. He lets me use it too when I need to sneak out so you don’t catch me.”

“Fuck, did he say where he was going?”

“Whoa, what’s the big rush? He just told me he was heading home. Big guy looked like he was about to pop a vein or something. What’d you need with him? Maybe I could help?”

“No thanks, Marcus, we’re good. Thanks. Come on, Froy, let’s go.”

I grabbed Froy by the hand and led him past Marcus. We were going to have to hurry the fuck up if we were going to catch up to Wes before he got home. If he got home, he would probably tell the guard not to let us in. With all those tic-tacs, he was definitely going to do what was the most obvious thing to do. 

As Froy and I walked past the massive wall that was Marcus, Marcus grabbed my shoulder and squeezed it just a bit too tight. It felt as though my shoulder was going to pop like an egg in his grip. 

He pulled me back. “Wait!” he said.

“What?! That hurts, Marcus!”

“I saw you and Froy coming out of Wes’ office. What were you two doing in there?”

My heart pumped against my chest. “Nothing, we were just looking for something—”

“You two were fucking, weren’t you?”

Fuck. I was speechless, caught staring doe-eyed at Marcus like a deer in headlights. Froy and I looked at each other with wide, open mouths as we struggled to find the words to say. Marcus just stared at us with a raised eyebrow. The air of awkward silence was something we weren’t normally used to around one another. I had no idea what to say. 

“...How’d you know?”

He smirked. “I didn’t. You just told me.”

I sighed. “Fuck, you’re not gonna tell Wes, are you?”

Marcus smiled at me with that big, ol’ shit-eating grin he loved making. “Yeah, man! You can trust me. I won’t tell anyone about it, don’t worry. You’ll just owe me a big favor.”

“What is it?”

“Not now, dumbass. Now, go. I’ve got my own business to do.”

“Thanks, Marcus.”

He blushed, turning away. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Friends are friends or something. Bye!”

I took Froy again by the hand and led him to the fire escape. I myself had never used it before except during fire drills, so it felt like a trek through the forbidden lands. 

When Froy and I got to the steel door, Froy had to help me push it open because of my small stature. It was unfortunate, but what else was I going to do? For people like Froy to be strong, people like me had to be weak. If Froy was going to be big, I was going to be small. 

The fire escape was old and decrepit, looking as though it were a completely different building from our office. The walls were barely painted, the glass windows were covered in dust and smoke stains, and the floors and railings were filthy. The air was heavy with dust, making it hard to breathe. 

“Sir, I think someone died in here.”

“Wouldn’t be surprised if someone did.”

Froy and I rushed down to the parking lot outside. Wes’ van was no longer in his parking slot, so we were going to have to hurry. The world wasn’t ready for Wes to binge on those fucking tic-tacs. Nobody was. 

Froy and I got on a bus that drove up to the road leading to the woods leading to Wes’ condo. We didn’t have any time to waste. Wes was a good friend of mine, but I wasn’t about to let him do something to ruin his life forever. Froy and I were separated in the bus because of an unfortunate couple of people taking single seats, but it didn’t matter. All Froy and I could think about was stopping Wes in time. I never should have given him those fucking tic-tacs.

It took the bus around half an hour to travel to the bus stop outside the woods. Why any sane corporation would build a condominium all the way out here was beyond me. The minds of rich conglomerates were an enigma. 

When Froy and I got off the bus, it almost felt like we were dropped off in the middle of nowhere. The woods were quite a ways away from the main city, and there weren’t many buildings around for a couple of kilometers. Finding anyone else here besides us was going to be like finding a unicorn in the Sahara Desert. Everything was quiet apart from the wind, rustling through our hair. Although I had to hold my shirt down to keep it from flying, Froy’s own button down seemed nailed onto his tight body, clinging onto his muscles.

“Let’s go. We might somehow magically still be able to catch up to Wes.”

“Maybe he might get hit by another meteor.”

“Oh, hey, you made a joke. I’m proud of you, Froy.”

Froy blushed.

The two of us walked through the woods, enjoying the peace and quiet away from the city. For the first time in a long time, we could actually breath clean air. We could actually smell clean air. 

The orange light coming from the twilight sun peered through the trees’ leaves and branches, painting us in a sort of abstract artwork paired with the shade. Leaves rustled as birds flew in and out of the leaves. It was almost as though this patch of land was untouched by commercial greed and man’s violence. 

The road was littered with blades of grass and dead leaves, a mix of dull green and faded brown scattered across the contrasting concrete. It almost felt like we were entering a painting. Froy and I walked through the woods as fast as we could without getting too distracted by the beauty of nature all around us. The few times I went through the woods was in Wes’ van. Now that I was walking through it with Froy, it almost felt surreal.

“Never realized how peaceful these woods are. Don’t you think it’s beautiful, Froy?”

“Yes, sir.”

By the time we reached halfway to the other end of the woods, twenty minutes had already passed. 

As we neared the “clearing,” I noticed that the woods weren’t as dark and thick as they used to be a couple of days ago. It seemed as though the shrubs had thinned out and the trees were disappearing. It was strange. 

I didn’t think much of it from where we were, but as we approached the clearing, two things became immediately apparent: one, the jungle that had taken over the clearing had completely died out; and two…

Wes’ truck was parked alongside the road.

“What—what happened to the clearing, sir?” Froy asked me.

“I don’t know.”

The once fully-loaded overgrown landscape that had taken over the clearing was now… a clearing—littered all over with massive, dead foliage. All the plants that had grown to twice their size, towering over all the woodland creatures and insects that devoured them, were dead. The entire place was covered in dead, dry, rotting plants as though they were unable to sustain themselves. 

Surprised by the change in the clearing, we forgot about why we came there in the first place. Wes was very likely still in his truck, masturbating himself to death. If there was anything Wes had in common with teens, it was the strongest urge to masturbate every two minutes. 

“Is sir in there?” Froy asked.

Just as I was about to reply, the truck jostled in place as if something—or someone—exploded. I was absolutely fucking horrified. Every voice in my head was telling me not to approach the truck, but I had to make sure Wes was okay. Then I realized it was Wes. Of course he was okay. It was obvious what made the van jump, but I didn’t want to admit it. It was too big of a thought. 

“Come on, we have to make sure he hasn’t masturbated himself to death.”

“Okay, sir.”

As we approached the truck, a looming sense of dread hung over me. Wes’ truck was tinted enough that it was impossible to tell what was going on inside through the windows. I reached out and grabbed the handle to the driver’s seat. It was cold, freezing cold, only meaning that Wes had been in there for a reasonably long time. I hoped we weren’t too late. 

I grabbed the handle, only now needing to pull. There was nothing left to do but open it.  Regardless of what I was about to witness, I had to make sure I wouldn’t be surprised. Stable footing was what I needed. I wasn’t about to let Froy see me like this. Not here. 

As I swung open the door, a sight that sent shivers down my spine spilled out from the doorway. 

In front of us was a massive, incomprehensible mound of muscle. 

Wes was fucking humongous. His entire body was jammed into the driver’s seat, with his knees pressed against the steering wheel and his head bent over the ceiling. We couldn’t even see past his gigantic size to see the other window. 

We were too late. 

One of his thighs alone looked as though it had as much meat in it as my entire torso, looking like a massive ham. It was unreal. His left arm that spilled out of the door was definitely already bigger than my leg—maybe even bigger than Froy’s leg. It looked like it would take me six hands just to wrap around his upper arm. A fucking bowling ball, it was.

All his clothing had been torn off from the excessive growth. Wes turned his head the best he could, trying to maneuver through his own body’s muscles, just to take a good look at us. He smiled, unable to speak due to the tightness. 

“Wes…? What the fuck did you do?!”

Wes’ eyes grew wide as he winced in pain. He was still growing! There was no way he was going to fit in that driver’s seat at this rate. 

He grumbled to himself as if to try and speak. In that instant, his body upsized even bigger, bumping into the ceiling. “Yo,” he grumbled.

His body pulsated, inflating an inch at a time, bulging outward bigger and bigger, closer and closer to my face. 

He managed to squeeze out one mammoth leg in time, sending me down to the ground with its immense force. His thigh looked almost spherical with how packed it was with muscle fibers. With one leg spread out, his already gigantic cock seemed to have grown threefold. It looked almost as long and as thick as my arm. Not to mention how it glistened in the afternoon light, covered in buckets of cum.

“Hey, fuck, Dory, could you help me out? I can’t move.”

I could hear the ceiling creak as his head pressed against it. Wes groaned as he struggled to escape the shrinking truck. Before he could even move, the driver’s seat collapsed from his immense weight, sending him crashing into the backseat. 

Even with his torso in the backseat, it didn’t look like it’d be long till his waist got stuck between the passenger seat. His abs and lats were fully stretched out now, and his knees were nearly pressed against the ceiling. Each abdominal looked like it could fit two of my fists at once. 

“Man, there’s no fucking way I can get you out of there! You’re too big!”

“Sir, I think you should just break the truck open,” Froy said.

Wes let out a primal yell. “Damn it, Froy, this car cost me so fucking much!” he said. “Get out of the way, I’m breaking down the side!”

Froy and I stepped back in fear. In my hurry, I didn’t notice a stone on the road and nearly fell on my back. Thankfully, Froy caught me and helped me out of the way. Just in time, too. Not a second later, the entire side of the truck came flying out onto the road. The noise was unbearable. All that steel and glass grinding against the concrete. 

Wes’ body was now fully exposed for Froy and I to see—packed tightly inside the undersized truck like a sardine. He slid out, causing the entire thing to creak and the wheels to give in. 

I gripped Froy’s hand so hard I almost thought I would crush his fingers. 

Looming over us both was a monolith—an obscenely thick Hercules with seemingly endless layers of muscle padded on. It would’ve taken three people to wrap their arms around just his ribs. It was impossible to put it in words. I’ve seen pictures of people appearing this big on the internet before, but this was surreal. Those were always morphs. This… this was real. 

Where I once used to look down on my short boss, he now stood buck naked in front of me, rigid cock pointing at me, and the crevice of his pecs staring right at my face-level. Each pec almost seemed like massive sacks stuffed under his skin. There was so much of him. His body heat, mixed with the odor of his sweat and cum, blasted my nose like a gas chamber.

Froy almost appeared stick-like next to Wes, even after his first growth.

“Guys, help me sit,” he said, stumbling in place. “I’m so dizzy.”

“You’re fucking insane if you think Froy and I can carry you to the sidewalk alone. Have you seen yourself?”

Wes shot me an annoyed look and growled. “Don’t argue, Dory, just do it! Did you forget I pay you?” He winced. “Ack, fuck…” He rubbed his head. 

Froy hesitantly stepped forward, offering to shoulder Wes’ immense weight. Wes grinned and threw himself onto Froy, throwing caution to the wind. Froy did not expect the sudden drop. I even caught his legs stumble a bit. 

“Thanks, Froy. Maybe you should take Dory’s job, huh?”

“It’s no problem, sir.”

As Froy struggled to walk with Wes, Wes’ massive cock complicated things. 

With every step, it would slam against Froy’s side. Froy shot me a look of exhaustion, frowning like a clown, straining every muscle on his body just to hold up this massive behemoth I was supposed to be working for. 

I took it upon myself to hold it in my hands. The cock, I mean. The damn thing was as big as Froy’s forearm and covered in fresh cum. It was almost as warm as an overheated vibrator.

Eventually we got to the sidewalk next to the clearing and sat him down, causing the ground to rumble ever so slightly. If we didn’t know any better, we might’ve mistaken it for another meteor. 

Fuck that shit. 

Wes held his head with both his hands, appearing as though he were in pain. His boulderous arms were pressed together, emphasizing their size.

“Hey, you okay?” I asked.

“No, I’m really not. My head feels like it’s about to fucking explode.” He sighed. “My actual head this time.”

“You’ve drunk more cum in one afternoon than I’ve ever produced in my entire lifetime. I wouldn’t be surprised if you caught something.”

“...But I did… didn’t I? That—that meteor, the one that crashed, it gave me something… didn’t it?”

Froy and I stared at each other in surprise. 

“You remember? Do you remember what you used to look like?”

Wes winced in pain momentarily, struggling to word his thoughts for a few moments. Froy and I decided to give him some time to breathe. If he died out in the middle of nowhere, there was no fucking way either of us was ever going to carry all of him back by ourselves, especially now that his truck was in pieces.

“Yes, yes, I do—AH!” 

He fell to his knees and held his head so tightly I thought he would break his skull open. We weren’t getting anything else out of him. Foam might as well have been seeping through his grinding teeth. His yelling could have easily been mistaken for a murder.

“Wes, relax, don’t think about it anymore! Let’s just get somewhere safe so we can put some fucking clothes on you before someone sees us!”

Froy hesitated, in fear that Wes might strike him if he so much as stepped any closer from where we both stood. He held my hand and gripped it tightly. “Sir, I’m scared.”

“Don’t be. I need you here. If you’re scared, we’re never going to be able to help him.”

Froy raised an eyebrow and looked down at me. “What do you mean, sir?”

I felt my cock stir at just the thought of it. “You need to drain him.”

There was a momentary pause as Froy gathered his thoughts amidst Wes’ yelling. I waited. I don’t know what got into me in that moment, but I wanted it. I wanted Froy to grow again. If I could shrink down Wes back to normal while seeing Froy get even taller and more muscular right in front of my eyes, what reason did I have to say no?

“But sir, he’s so big! I’ve only done it one time.”

“Nothing bad happened the first time, right? You even liked it!”

“Sir, I was just trying to help you!”

“And now you need to help us again! Please, Froy. You need to do it! Look at him!”

“Okay, fine, sir! I’ll do it.”

Froy creeped up slowly towards the ravaging Wes, step by step. It looked like a hunter trying to creep up on a rabid bear. As Froy drew closer, time seemed to stop. Everything was silent, and there was not a sound in miles. 

Wes seemed to calm down and catch his breath. He lowered his hands but kept his head down. Froy’s hand trembled as he reached out to grab Wes’ forearm, stretching his fingers and keeping his other arm close to his chest.

Froy inhaled loudly and lunged for Wes’ forearm.

Wes raised his head, staring at Froy with lethargic eyes, his mouth drooping. “Froy? What are you doing?”

Froy was on his toes, leaning back in complete fear of the goliath in front of us. Not a word left his mouth. The longer he spent frozen in his head, the faster Wes seemed to gather himself. Before long, Wes was standing back on his two feet as if nothing happened. It was as if he’d been standing there for an hour, back to his brainwashed state.

I walked up to him, frozen in place by the immense shelf of a chest looming over me. “How tall are you?”

“7’4”, why? Didn’t you know? I thought we got over you being scared of my size months ago.” He flexed a mountainous bicep peak high above my head. “Man, I still can’t believe how big I am sometimes.”

“Neither can I.”

Froy stepped back, joining me in admiring the massive man’s size. I glanced at him, signalling him to come over. 

As Wes seemed to almost be flexing his entire body in front of us, standing idly, Froy snuck forward and stood face-to-face with Wes—face-to-chest, really. His hand trembled as he reached out. Wes didn’t seem to notice Froy’s much smaller self grabbing onto his rippling forearm. Froy raised his other hand and tugged at Wes’ arm.

Wes was bound to notice. “What are you doing?” he asked.

Froy looked up at the monster and froze, his hands still on Wes. 

It was then that it started to happen. Wes’ body trembled slightly. I noticed that he was starting to have difficulty standing up, losing strength and balance in his legs, probably due to his immense weight. 

Wes held his head as his eyes began to tire. “What’s happening?” he asked groggily.

He fell to his knees, groaning. 

Froy was nearly thrown down just by Wes’ sudden collapse as his hands were still gripped on Wes’ forearm. On his knees, Wes was barely awake. 

Just like Fonz, miraculously, Wes’ size seemed to diminish. His once inhuman muscles that almost seemed to burst out of his skin were finally reapproaching normalcy—normalcy as a bodybuilder, still, of course. He was still humongous and absurdly tall, but his proportions were far more realistic now. Yet, all the while, he never seemed to notice. As his muscles continued to shrink and disappear, I also saw the beginnings of height loss.

His stature started to shrink, losing fractions of an inch at a time. He was going from a goliath to normal sized in an instant.

As his shrinking continued, he lost a good amount of size. He was smaller than a minute ago by a greatly noticeable fraction, his muscles diminishing at a great pace. It would still be tight, but Wes would fit back in his truck again. 

“How tall are you now, Wes?” I asked.

“H-huh? What’s with that question, Dory? I’m… I’m 6’8? No, 6’... 7”.”

It wasn’t until Wes lost another significant chunk of size that I noticed Froy was shifting in place as well. I looked over at him and saw him struggling to stand up, just like Wes. 

“Sir… this is a lot more to drain than last time. It’s a bit much—ah… !”

He shuddered, his breathing increasing in intensity, moaning almost.

“Froy, are you okay?”

“Sir, it feels so—hnng—weird…”

From behind, I could see that Froy’s back shirt seemed to be stretching outwards at a slight pace. His lats were beginning to really flare out, while his shirt was riding up his back, exposing the peak of his ass as his pants seemed to shrink.

I looked over at Wes, and he still continued shrinking at a great speed, frozen in place. He and Froy seemed to be the same height, probably 6’4” now. Yet, while Wes continued to shrink, Froy’s body continued to fill out further and further, his growing musculature devouring his obscenely tight clothes. 

“Sir, I can’t breathe!” Froy muttered.

“You’re kidding!” I said. “Okay, wait, I’ll, uh, should I take your shirt off?”

“I think it’s—mmpf—too late for that, sir!”

It looked almost painful just how much Froy’s growing muscles were struggling to contain themselves in his black shirt.

While Wes shrunk, and Froy’s upper body inflated at a decent pace, his lower body was inevitably going to need to keep up. His slacks were already skin-tight before. Now, they were tearing at the seams, first at the waistband and then at his hips, falling apart without Froy moving a single muscle. It wasn’t long until Froy was in a painfully tight shirt and ragged slacks.

I barely noticed Wes’ shrunken form behind him. He was finally back to normal proportions. He was more of a fitness coach than a goliath now, and he only continued shrinking, being absorbed into Froy’s body. 

“He looks about 6’ now, Froy. You can stop now if you want. Your shirt looks like it’s about to burst.”

He was silent, moaning to himself. Froy squeezed Wes’ shrinking forearm in his meaty hands. He didn’t look like he was letting go.

“J-Just a little more, sir… please…  it just feels—ungh—so good...”


He was deaf to me. As Wes continued to shrink, approaching my own height of 5’7”, Froy’s body continued to grow, widening outwards so much that his shirt tore at the sides, leaving his armpits and chest sides exposed, showing off just how full his pecs had grown. 

Wes, on the other hand, was almost completely out of it. His face was wide awake, but he seemed lost in himself. He wasn’t as limp as I was expecting, having almost 2 whole feet worth of height and muscle stolen from him.

“Froy, I think Wes is getting a bit small. People might notice.”

“Wait, sir, please!”

I couldn’t let him continue. As much as I wanted Froy to keep growing, it was too dangerous to let Wes get any smaller. People were already going to notice the extreme changes. 

As I walked up to Froy, it was only then that I realized just how massive Froy had become. He was almost as muscular as Marcus albeit a bit leaner. The exaggerated triangle-shaped torso Marcus displayed was only a few inches wider than Froy’s own. 

I grabbed him by his newly-muscled arm, and tried prying him off of Wes. His arm, if he were scaled down to 6 foot, would probably have just been 18 inches, but being the tall 6’5” kid he was now, it would probably be much girthier. 

“Froy!” I called out.

He turned to me in surprise and immediately let go, dropping Wes and causing him to collapse on the ground like a corpse. 

As Froy stood in front of me, the unnecessarily large young kid he was, I stood straight into his bulging pecs’ cleavage, pushing violently against the fabric of his shirt. It had begun to rip down the middle, allowing more of his chest to spill out, allowing more room to tear.

“Sir, I-I’m sorry, I… I lost control a bit, I think,” he said, inspecting his new size. “I’m so… I’m so big now.” 

He was. I wanted to cup his tits with my hands and see how much I could grope. His manhood was spilling out of whatever remained of his tattered briefs. But, it was not the time.

Froy turned to look at Wes and saw his diminished form, lying lifeless on the ground, alive, barely. While he stared at him in fear of what he would do next, I wasn’t. 

Having Froy stand mere inches in front of me, with so much size, so much power, I was getting intoxicated on him. 

He bent down, causing his slacks to tear down his ass. “Sir Wes? Are you okay? Sir?” He didn’t even notice his underwear was exposed.

“Let him be, Froy. I think people get exhausted when you drain them just like Fonz did. He probably just needs to rest, poor guy.” I finally got my attention off Froy and turned to Wes. “My god, he really does look like a corpse.”

Wes was nothing but a decimal of what he used to be. The once 7’4” goliath was now back to his normal height of 5’6”, with just enough muscle and chub to still hold enough meat on his bones. He still had pretty sizeable muscles for his size, thankfully. 

It was a miracle he was never going to remember this. The hard part was explaining Wes and Froy to everyone else in the office—Marcus included.

Then I remembered the tic-tacs. “Froy, could you pick him up and set him somewhere to sit? It might be better than leaving him on all these rotting plants. He might get infected… with something else, of course. I’ll just go check out the truck. I need to see if he did what I think he did.”

“Sure, sir.” Froy lifted up the naked Wes in his arms, causing his biceps to bulge and pull his sleeves up to his shoulders. “He’s so light now. So small.”

“Don’t crush him.”

Froy chuckled. “I won’t, sir.”

At the truck, I stuck my nose in my shirt, unable to handle the intense pungency of the cum that still lingered inside. It was everywhere. The seats, the wheel, the flooring, even the damn cupholders, were covered in the same white sludge. On the ground were the remnants of his clothes that same morning when we met him for lunch. There wasn’t a dry piece of string anywhere on there.

Then I saw it. The same bottle of tic-tacs I gave him, lying on the dashboard: empty. 


I took the bottle with me and put it in my pocket. Who knows, it might’ve helped us in the future. Considering this small pack was the reason we were all stuck in this mess in the first place, I’d say it had some sentimental value attached to it. All our lives would never go back to the way they were before. 

As if things couldn’t get any worse, just on cue, I heard a yell from outside.

“Froy?!” I yelled.

“Sir!” he yelled back. “Something’s wrong with Sir Wes!”

I dropped what I was doing and ran back to the clearing where Froy was staring down at something on the ground. Wes was not in his arms.

“Where’s Wes?” I asked.

Froy raised a big arm and pointed at the naked Wes, sitting down on a strange rock formation in the middle of the clearing. The stone itself was strangely roasted, black as charcoal, as if it came from a volcano—or the sky. Wes’ hands were wrapped around his head, as if he were trying to crush it between his fingers.

“I just put him down to sit on it, then he started yelling and holding his head!” Froy said. “What did I do, sir?!”

“Relax,” I said. “I think… you might’ve just put him on the meteor?”

“It looks like it’s doing something to him.”

Froy and I watched as Wes slowly, but surely, began to calm down. His breathing slowed to an even pace, his hands released his head, and he eventually came to. We held our breaths as we waited for something to happen. Wes had stopped his pained panicking and was now simply breathing, staring at the ground beneath his legs.

“Where… where am I?”

“You’re, um, at the clearing, Wes. How’re you feeling?”

“Like Adam in the Garden of Eden. Buck naked and full of sin. How do you think I’m feeling?”

“Do you remember anything?”

“You wouldn’t believe it, but… I do.”

I knelt down and stared him straight in the eyes. “What do you mean you ‘do’? How much do you know?”

“More than enough. I’ll tell you more if you get up so it doesn’t feel like I’m knighting you. I’m not Queen Elizabeth. Let’s save the roleplay for the bedroom.”

I got up off the ground and sighed, looking back at the big guy behind me.

“Great,” Wes said. “So first of all, let me just say this: please get me some clothes.”

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This is an awesome story.  Probably my favorite one as of late.  You have combined various popular tropes of muscle growth fiction into one story with three very likable characters who have a great dynamic.  I'm also a sucker for office muscle growth stories.  Can't wait to see what else you have in store for these three!

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