Hey, Big Guy (Complete Story 6/25/19)

[DelaCrest]

Enjoying the story very much. Usually come on a couple times a day everyday to see if a new entry has been added. Anyway something I think would be awesome is if Chris's parents made a visit because i mean Chris has doubled his body weight in less then 2 months i take it and even if they for some reason haven't seen him since he left for college his new body would still be a shock and it's a shock I want to see.

[TQuintA]

Chapter 37

            A peal of pleasure washed over me, drawing me deeply into my own body.  Every nerve ending from my fingertips to my scalp and back down to my toes danced in a fiery delight.  I could feel my cock pushing out further, and the resistance it met sent further erotic sensation through my body.  My reverie was only ended because I could hear James alternately shouting and panting.

            What emanated from James could hardly be described as words, but the occasional “yes” and “fuck” escaped his throat.

            I looked down to see where my cock entered him, and saw over two inches of my flesh sticking out of him.  The thickness of my erection at the base was so immense I doubt I could wrap both my hands around it.  Thankfully, my cock tapered to the tip, but I was stretching James to the breaking point.

            “Are you okay?” I asked, holding as still as I could in case I was hurting him.

            James’s eyes were closed, his head turned to one side, and he had turned a shade of deep red, verging on light purple.  He wasn’t responding, so I asked again.  He managed a nod, and then I felt something on my abs.

            James’s 9-inch cock was twitching wildly, spurting enthusiastic bursts of cum in all a steady regular rhythm.

            “Oh,” I said.  My newfound proportions were causing the most intense orgasm of James’s life.  Holding my upper body still with my arms, I pushed my cock in as far as it would go, maybe only another half inch, but it did the trick.  James’s whole body began to vibrate intensely and curled up involuntarily, almost into a defensive posture.  His ejaculations sped up, at first producing more cum.  After three or four volleys, his cock still twitched, but nothing was coming out.   All his muscles tensed, and his body shifted from red-purple to purple-red.  His face was a grimace of pleasure turned to pain wrapped back to pleasure.  His jaw tensed so tightly that his chin jutted forward at a sharp angle.  I wasn’t even sure he was breathing.

            I held my position steadily as James worked through the climax.

            After a seeming eternity, James relaxed and he began to catch his breath.  His rictus loosened, and his body turned to a more normal hue.  Now on the other side of the orgasm, James looked up at me and smiled.  In the fluorescent light of the dorm room, his eyes glowed golden.  In his breathy, panting tone, he whispered his thanks, loves, and devotions, and I mine.

            When James’s breathing returned back to normal, I let him know that I was still fully erect and inside him.

            “Still?” James asked.

            “Well, it’s a tight, warm environment, the natural habitat of the erect cock.  I’m going to pull out now, very slowly, and I need you to tell me to stop or keep going.  Okay?”

            James nodded.

            As I slowly began to withdraw myself, James shivered a little, so I slowed.  “Keep going,” he said.  I pulled a little further, slowly and steadily, and James began breathing through his nose.  I was now about 80% of the way out, when James said, “Stop!” very loudly.  My head had just hit his prostate on its way out.  “Slower,” he directed.  So, so slowly I was nearly motionless, I pulled myself out past his prostate.  Once it was clear, I pulled the last few inches out all at once.

            The force required to pull the last few inches took me by surprise, so I tumbled backwards, landing clumsily on my ass and my left arm.  My own breathing quickened as I saw my 16-inch glory proudly standing from my groin.  I had thought, in my idle fantasies in which James grew me bigger, that the difference between 15 and 16 inches would be minimal, it’s only one more inch.  But seeing it, its crest just below my pecs, its thickness more akin to a two-liter soda bottle than a beer can, its stiffness more akin to steel then stone.  My cock was Leonidas, Hercules, Atlas.

            Seeing my own cock augmented to such godly dimensions was too much for my sex-addled mind to stand, and I spontaneously orgasmed.  My ass clenched tighter than I ever had as a torrent of cum burst from my cockhead.  The sheer volume I could produce goaded me on to more intense and more forceful orgasm.

            After the seventh or eighth eruption, my cock was sated, and it slowly began to deflate.

            “Show off,” James said.

[TQuintA]

Chapter 38

            James and I surveyed the destruction we had wrought on the room.

            “I just want to sleep for a year,” I said.

            “If we don’t clean this up,” James said, “it will take chisels and jackhammers in the morning.”

            Through our fatigue, we cleaned up the mess, unblocked the door, and crashed into bed.  James didn’t even put on the pajamas he kept in my room, so I could feel his chest hair on my shoulder blades and his cock against my ass as he spooned me.

            I woke up the next morning to the alarm on my phone blaring.  It was 7:30. Why would I set my alarm for 7:30 in the morning?

            I bolted upright.  James was somehow sleeping through the alarm.  I elbowed him and muttered, “We have philosophy in half an hour.”

            James grumbled and pulled me closer to him.  “No philosophy.  Just bed.”

            “You can sleep in if you want,” I said, extricating myself from James’s embrace, “but the professor has hated me since the soccer coach wrangled me an extension.”  When I stood up, I saw that Luke and Dave were passed out in their bed too, also both naked; Dave still had some make-up smeared over his face, but he’d washed most of it off.  “You might want to put some clothes on,” I whispered.  “Dave and Luke are here.”

            With a start, James was awake and sitting, the blanket wrapped around his body.  “Throw me some clothes,” he whisper-screamed.  I opened his drawer (yes, he had a drawer in my room now; we were that couple) and tossed him some clothes.  While James dressed under the blanket, I grabbed my shower things, wrapped a towel around my waist, and went to the bathroom.

            I’d already given up urinals when my cock crossed the foot mark, and I’d already gotten used to two-handing it when I aimed my cock to piss, but this most recent inch intensified every aspect of using the bathroom.  My stream was at an intensity that almost knocked me backwards, and my soft cock was now so thick that holding it at the proper angle to hit the toilet involved trigonometry.

            When I got in the shower, my junk proved further hindrance.  My soft cock now hung down nearly to my knees, and each ball was bigger than my fist, which made washing everything below my waist a choreographed ballet.  To make matters more complicated, now that they were massive enough to have their own gravity, my balls were sensitive to the touch, so when the hot water pelted them, it felt like a sensual massage, so my dick wanted to come out and play, but I did not have enough time to deal with it.

            At the end of my shower, I was clean, but my cock was standing at attention.  No matter how I wrapped the towel around my waist, my cock found a gap in the cloth to tent, poke through, or lift.  After two minutes of cock origami, I gave up and walked back to my room naked.  I only encountered three people on my way.  One went pale white, one rolled his eyes in disdain, and one gave me a high five.

            I opened the door to find James had packed my bag and gotten my plastic storage box ready.  He didn’t even seem surprised I was completely naked.  I got dressed pretty quickly—these clothes were designed to fit my specific body.  It was a little chilly this morning, so I put on a button-down over a long sleeve shirt so I wouldn’t need a jacket.  When I went to put on my pants, my balls and cock now had to be crammed back into a small space.  Just when I got pants roomy enough to fit my boys, I was already jam-packed.

            James gave a nod of approval and said, “You always look better when you’re a little too big for your clothes,” and we went to class. 

            On our walk to class, we got a lot of stares.  At first, I thought it was because my crotch was beyond human or because of my exploits as Rocky the night before.  But, no.  People were staring at James.

            Despite his best efforts, James was walking with his legs splayed and slightly bowed, and his steps were a little bit crooked.  After hours of teasing himself with the butt plug and his intense, pornographic first time bottoming, he was sore and couldn’t walk straight.  Some random passerby would see James’s morning-after walk, then look at my crotch, then look back at James and draw all the correct conclusions.

            We got to class and took our normal seats at a table in the back, and when James sat down, he screamed and immediately stood back up.  The hard plastic was too painful for his tender ass.  While James had a mild panic attack, I took off my button down, folded it into a little pillow, and put it on James’s seat.  He wasn’t able to sit comfortably, but he was able to sit.

            After class, we met up with Dave and Luke at the picnic table by the cart.  As a group, we’d decided to move our work-out to after breakfast today so we’d all have some time to recuperate.  James went to get our breakfasts, and I sat down with Dave and Luke.  I put my button down on James’s seat, and Dave and Luke looked at it confused.  Then, as James hobbled back to the table, Dave took out his phone to take a short video, and Luke got his trademark cheesy smile.

            “James can’t walk right today,” Luke commented.  “You stud.”

            “Yes, for the first time, I topped my boyfriend last night,” I said matter-of-factly to Luke. 

            “Yeah, you did,” he stuck out his fist for me pound it.

            “Are you twelve?” I asked Luke.  “What’s the big deal?”

            “The big deal is between your legs, Chrissy,” Dave said, putting away his phone as James reached the table.

            James sat down on my shirt, pleased that the wood bench was softer than the class chair.

            “So,” Luke said playfully to James, “what did you two do after you left the party last night?”

            For a moment, James was about to retreat into his shell, but then he steeled himself and said, “I spent hours with a butt plug up my ass, took all 15 inches of my boyfriend’s cock up my ass, grew it to 16 inches, and then took all of that.”

            Dave dropped his fork; Luke dropped his jaw.

            A few seconds later, Luke’s cheesy smile returned to his face.  “Fucking A!  Put it there, stud!” Luke said, putting out his fist for James to pound.  James stared at it for a second, then bumped it politely.

            I was stunned.

            “If I didn’t, he was just going to hold it there forever,” James explained.

            “It’s true,” Luke confirmed, returning to his breakfast.

            “I’m surprised you’d call a bottom a stud,” James said.

            Luke retorted, “It takes a real man to take a giant cock up his ass.”

            “Besides,” I interjected, “Unless things have changed since high school, Mr. Masculine Soccer Stud is himself a confirmed bottom.”

            “Power bottom,” Luke corrected, dropping his voice an octave.

            “Really?” James asked.

            “Luke has never topped anyone ever,” I said, adding, “unless Dave hasn’t told me something.”

            Dave affectionately rubbed Luke’s back and said, “What can I say?  I love a big bottom.”  He then slipped his hand down Luke’s shorts and squeezed Luke’s ass.  “Especially a big bottom with a big bottom.”

            Luke smiled at the attention.

            James looked a little confused.  “You’ve never topped, ever?”

            Luke shook his head.  “I’ll occasionally let a guy blow me, but I’ve never topped anyone.  Nope.  Not my thing.”

            “I knew Chris had topped you, but never?  Why didn’t I know this?”

            “When we talk about sex in any detail, you go off with the fairies,” Dave said.  “Now that you’re a practicing sex-haver yourself, we’re more than happy to talk shop with you.”

            “Thanks.”

            Dave winked and said, “Welcome to the brunch table, Charlotte.”

            After breakfast, the day returned to routine.  James took his workout a little lighter, but he was still up for the bathroom blowjob, and I don’t know if he unhinged his jaw, but he managed to get my head into his mouth.  Then we had lunch, and I was off to seminar. 

            When I got back to my dorm room after class, James was waiting for me so we could finish our work together before dinner.  He sat on the mattress for the extra cushion, his laptop on his feet.  I put my storage bin on top of my desk and looked through my planner to decide what to start with.

            “Are you worried about seeing Victor in class tomorrow?” James asked, looking up from his laptop.

            “After last night, I don’t think Victor will say boo to either one of us ever again.”  I propped my math book open against the wall and put my notebook on top of the storage bin.

            “I don’t get why you need that bin,” James said.  “There are guys bigger than you who don’t need something like that.”

            “Some of them might need it and haven’t thought of it,” I answered, not looking up from my work.  I continued, “And as for the others, they grew into their muscles over years.  Maybe even a decade.  It’s been less than two months for me.”

            “Would you consider getting bigger?” James asked.

            “Not right now; I’m doing my calculus homework,” I responded.

            “No, I mean eventually.”

            “Sure,” I said, maybe with a slightly dismissive note in my voice.  “There’s never been a massive muscle freak in the field of pharmaceuticals, but I could always be the first.”

            James closed his laptop and put it to the side, no longer even pretending to work.  “You still want to go into pharmaceuticals?”

            “Why would that have changed?”

            “The showcase.  The calendar.  Rocky.  You were born to perform.”

            “Okay,” I said, turning the page of my notebook.  “But I want my degree first.”

            “Would you ever do porn?” James asked.

            “Now you have my attention,” I said, turning to look at James.

            “Well, would you?”

            “What do you think?”

            “I don’t know; that’s why I’m asking.”

            “Just you and just me.  I said it.  I meant it.”

            James looked visibly relieved. 

            “What put this idea in your head?”

            “Dave.  Luke and Dave.”  After a moment, he added, “Dave.”

            “Dave said I was going to do porn?”

            “His exact words were, ‘When Chrissy realizes that he’s a star and not a scientist, he’ll either play the next Superman or be the next Rocco Steele.’”

            “You knew who Rocco Steele is?”  I was slightly impressed.

            “No, Luke pulled out his phone and showed me a video.”

            It looked like James had more to say, but he was holding back, so I said, “And…?”

            “And it looked like something you’d have no problem doing.”

            The right side of my mouth curled into a smile.  “Should I be insulted or complimented?”

            “I’m being serious,” James said.

            “As long as we’re together,” I reassured James, “I will never sleep with another man.”

            “Over fall break, you asked for a threesome.”

            “You hadn’t laid down the law yet.  Now that I know where the boundaries are, I will color well inside the lines.”

            “You get the boundaries?”

            “You’d have no problem if I were an underwear model, or posed nude for a sculpture, or became a stripper.  If I go into acting, full frontal nudity is perfectly fine, but I should clear the kissing with you, and no sex scenes.”

            “Unless it’s tastefully shot.”

            “Unless it’s tastefully shot,” I added with a small chuckle.

            “Okay, just so we know.”

            I kissed James on the cheek, stroking the beard on the other side of his face.  “Now can I get back to my calculus homework?  I can’t be the next Superman if I get a C in differential equations.”

[TQuintA]

Chapter 39

            Before I knew it, it was November 16^th, Dave’s 22^nd birthday.  When I got up, both he and Luke had already left for the spa.  I had expected him to go to class first.

            “Why?” James asked.

            He had a good point.

            It was lonely going to chemistry by myself, but I knew once the class was over, James and I would have the weekend to ourselves.  He’d turned in his coding project a day early and told the professor he’d be missing the Friday afternoon class.

            When I got back to the room, James was waiting for me.

            “Do you feel like being wicked?” he asked.

            “Depends.  Wicked as in first degree murder?  No.  Wicked as in ordering a second piece of cheesecake?  Sure.  Wicked as in witch of the west?  Only if you have the face paint.”

            “Closer to cheesecake.”

            I tossed my bag across the room and plopped on my bed.  I loved the sound the springs made when I threw my weight on them, a metallic screech, threatening to give.  “Sounds great.  What do you have in mind?”

            “We blow off our workouts all weekend, we order in enough food to last until Sunday night, and we don’t leave this room until class on Monday.”

            “The broad strokes are great,” I said, “but biological necessity means we will have to sporadically use the bathroom at the end of the hall.”

            “If you insist of having a bladder.  Run there, run back.”

            “And I do like showering.”

            “That we can do together.”

            “Will we fit?”

            “How do we fit in the gym?”

            I nodded.  “Okay, I’m in.”

            “You don’t even know what we’d be doing all weekend.”

            “Each other?” I guessed.

            “Well, yes,” he said.  “But more specifically, I’m thinking a repeat of Halloween.”

            “I was hoping…” I started, but James cut me off.

            “But we make your muscles gigantically huge.”

            I squinted, scrutinizing his face to see if he was being serious, saying nothing.

            He pulled out his phone.  “Dave gave me the app.  We can blow you up huge, send a video to the fashion majors, and have a new closet of clothes in time for Monday.”

            “It’s the weekend,” I said.  “Surely, they’ve…”

            James cut me off again.  “They’re on standby.  They want to do it.  Surprised me too.”

            “How big we talking?”

            “I’ve been thinking about this.”  James joined me on the bed.  “Often.  Practically all the time.  Ever since Luke mentioned that you were one of the Top 10 most muscular guys on campus.”

            I saw where he was headed.  “You want to make me the biggest.”

            “Don’t you?”

            “How big is the current biggest?”

            James showed me a picture on his phone of the linebacker from the school’s football team.  He wouldn’t be winning any beauty pageants, but he was huge alright.

            “Pictures can be misleading,” I said.  “How big is he?”

            “300 pounds.  At least, within a rounding error.  It depends on how much he had for breakfast.”

            “That’s 70 pounds!” I said, withdrawing a little.

            “Your calculus classes are paying off.”

            “Seriously?  70 pounds in one go?  What happened to being a patient fellow?”

            “I have been patient.  Now I want to be daring.”

            “70 pounds is more than I’ve ever added all at once.”

            “You don’t want to be 300 pounds?”

            I got off the bed and began pacing back and forth.  “Maybe one day.  But that’s a lot all at once.”  I stopped pacing.  “70 pounds.”

            James pointed to the crotch of my pants.  “He likes the idea.”

            My cock was lengthening into an impressive erection.  “He also likes tight pants and warm water.  He doesn’t get a vote.”

            James put his feet on the floor.  “You would like to be 300 someday, though, right?”

            “I haven’t thought about it,” I said honesty.

            “You have this amazing gift, and you haven’t thought about becoming the most stupendous muscle god that ever walked the Earth?”

            I shook my head.

            “I’m the boyfriend of this amazing gift, and I never stop thinking about it.  I zone out at least three times a day thinking about it, even more in my numerical methods class.”

            “Really?”

            “Emphatically.”

            “Okay, so 300 is a someday goal,” I said.  My erection was beginning to make it hard to think. 

            “Imagine being bigger than this guy,” James said, walking closer to me and showing me the picture again, trying to persuade me.

            “He has a gut,” I pointed out.  “I’m sure it’s all muscle.  Not flab.  But it’s a gut.”  I patted my insignificant waist, still smaller than James’s.  “300 pounds on me would look quite different.”

            Through his pants, I could feel the heat radiating from James’s crotch.  He really liked that idea.

            “I’m not saying never,” I said.  “Maybe this weekend we aim for something more manageable.  Like 250.  That’s only 20 pounds away.”

            “Fine,” James sighed.  “20 pounds sound lovely.”

            “You sure?”  I was dubious that James had been persuaded so easily.

            “It’s agreed,” James said, putting out his hand to shake on it.

            Cautiously, I took James’s hand before I remembered that he never shakes hands.  He clenched my hand as tightly as he could and started saying “Big Guy” over and over again.

            The pleasure was so intense that I passed out.

[jacked]

Aw hell yeah here we go.

The question in my mind now is if he'll get taller to fit all that muscle. Will Chris get stuck in doors horizontally or vertically? Will big tall Victor be making eye contact with his neck? Is there a new trick like the cock growth?

Much to consider.

[JGMacroCreations]

I would dominate him so hard for not respecting boundaries lol. Be careful what you wish for. Love James, cute guy, but dang it man! lol. Thanks for more chapters yet again. 

[Ro20316]

Dave and Luke's influence are getting to Jameshe is becoming more forward in what he wants

[TQuintA]

Chapter 40

            I awoke on the floor, my clothes in tatters around me.  I felt pinned to the floor by my own body.  I could tell that I was significantly heavier.  And larger.  Even staring at the ceiling, I could tell that things were entirely different.  I could see my shoulders and traps.  And pecs.  While looking straight ahead, my vision was invaded by my growing muscles.

            I went to sit up, and my center of balance was entirely off.  It took more force than I was used to just to get myself up into a seated position.  Once I was sitting, I looked down to see my new body, and my pecs completely blocked my view.  Even unflexed, I could see the muscle fibers.  I bent forward to look over them.  Try as I might, they were just in the way. 

            I roamed my body with my hands, and I was met with extreme resistance.  My body felt like I was a living statue, but my skin was still warm and soft.  Every place I touched, I could feel deep grooves etched into my skin, thick cords of muscle, even veins that had been forced to the surface.

            I had trouble finding my waist.  I could just touch it, but my arms and lats were having a war for space, and one of the casualties was my ability to reach my waist.  I needed to see the damage.

            I stood up, and almost fell immediately back over.  I had overestimated how much thrust this new body could generate, and I pushed up hard enough to launch me off my feet.

            Undaunted, I began to make my way to Luke’s closet so I could see myself in his mirror.  I had to waddle to get there.  I had to throw my legs to the side to get them around each other.  I could feel my ass extend behind me bunching up and tightening with each step.  This was going to take some serious getting used to.

            Halfway to the closet, I kicked something on the floor.  I backed up and saw that it was Luke’s scale.  I stepped on it, crushing my legs together so they’d both fit on the scale at the same time.  I was worried about how I would read the display when, thankfully, it announced my weight in a robotic voice.

            285.

            I didn’t know if I should be relieved that I hadn’t made it all the way to 300 or worried that James would push me there when he got back,

            I stumbled off the scale and continued my trek to the closet.  This trip really should have been five or six steps, but because of how hard it was for me to negotiate this new body, it might as well have been on the other side of the moon.

            But, ploddingly slowly, I got there.  I pulled open the door, and saw the monster I had become.

            My shoulders obviously didn’t both fit in at the same time, but now my chest didn’t either.  I had to sway back and forth just to get both pecs in the frame.  Each one was mammoth, seemingly doubled in size from what I had already thought of as giant pecs.  When I flexed my biceps, I had to exert effort to get to a full ninety degrees, and between my bicep and tricep, my upper arm was larger than a cannonball.  I tried to relax my arms, but my back wouldn’t let me.  My lats were so wide that I was wider than Luke’s whole closet.

            My waist was a joke.  It must have gotten thicker for my angry, bulging 8-pack to make any physiological sense, but I’d grown so much that it looked like my waist had actually shrunken.  If I’d felt like a superhero before, I know looked like a comic book superhero.  My waist was so waspish, each thigh was clearly and noticeably thicker around than my waist. 

            I got in as close as I could examine up close.  My face was only barely recognizable as mine.  My cheeks and brow were so severe, I could cut glass.  My jaw was so pronounced that I could actually touch it to my pecs just by lowering my head.  And my neck had begun engulfing my head.  It was now easily wider than my head.  I was worried all this muscle would make me look like a brick or a potato, but my face might actually have become my sexiest feature.

            As I was looking myself over in the mirror, James came back into the room, carrying several bags of food.

            “Oh, good.  You’re up.”  I turned around, and James smiled lasciviously.  “Do you like?”  He asked.

            “I can barely move,” I said honestly.  My voice was both louder and deeper than I expected.

            He put down the food and walked over to me.  “Don’t worry about that.  We’ll start working some stretching and yoga into your workouts, and you’ll be flexible again in no time.”

            “How are you so certain?” I asked.  James could see the worry on my face.

            “Because you’ve always gotten flexible again.  Whatever’s happening, it’s not making your life worse.  You haven’t shattered any bones, or gotten your body fat so low that you’re going into organ failure.”  He came close to me and wrapped his arms around my waist.  My pecs stood out so far that he had trouble getting as close as he used to.  “And even if you do lose a little flexibility, you have to admit this is amazing.”

            I looked at James’s body and then back at mine.  I dwarfed my boyfriend.  He looked small standing next to me.  My bodybuilder-sized boyfriend now looked small and thin standing next to me.  My waist was now about as big as James’s, maybe a little bigger, but mine definitely looked tinier.  My arms, my shoulders, my legs—they all outsized him dramatically.

            “How are we going to explain this to everyone?” I asked.

            “You’ve been growing all semester.  They’re not going to notice.”

            “They’re going to notice this,” I said, flexing my bicep next to James’s head.  His eyes widened in amazement.

            “They’ll rationalize it,” James said.  “Since they won’t accept that you spontaneously gained 55 pounds, they’ll just think it was a trick of the light, or you’d been slowly growing for the past month and they just noticed, or that you started a new cycle of steroids, or something.”

            “I guess,” I said.

            James continued.  “I mean, you have a cock larger than medically possible, and no one has questioned that.”

            My cock woke up when it heard its name and began pushing between us.

            “Oh good,” James said “you’re not worried anymore.”  He let go and took a step back to see as much of me as possible.

            Taking the opportunity, I swooped on him, wrapped one arm around him, and lifted him up.  James, my 200+ pound boyfriend, was now light enough for me to lift with one arm.

            “Easy, tiger,” James said.  “I know it’s your favorite position, but I’m still in my clothes.”

            “You know this turns you on,” I growled.

            James acquiesced.  “I surrender.”

[TQuintA]

Chapter 41

            Without putting him down, I tore every article of clothing off his body.  Still holding him aloft with one arm, I went through my sock drawer to find my lube.  I applied a liberal amount with my free hand.

            “You don’t have to keep me in the air this whole time,” James said.

            “But I can,” I said.  James erection twitched when he heard that.  I positioned him above the tip of my cock.  I walked James into the middle of the room, so there were no walls supporting part of his weight.  I situated him so that I had one hand just below each of his furry armpits.  James wrapped his legs around my torso, and then I lowered him onto my cockhead.

            James whimpered as I entered him far more easily than I expected.

            “You’ve continued your homework,” I said.

            Through gritted teeth James said, “If you’re going to keep growing, I have to keep up.”

            I slowly lowered James further down my cock.  When my fist-sized head hit his prostate, James let out a loud gasp, but I kept lowering.  I wanted to see how much he could take.  Further and further, inch after inch of my cock entered his awaiting ass, my biceps flexing larger and larger as I pulled James further down.  Soon, just the extra-wide base of my cock was sticking out.  I couldn’t see it over my pecs, but I could feel it.  James could feel it too; he was breathing heavily, a light sweat on his brow.

            Gesturing with my head at the last bit of cock, I asked, “You got this in you?”

            “I’d love to,” he said, panting.

            I lowered him further, feeling him stretch out to accommodate that last inch a half.  I had bottomed out.

            James could feel my pubic hair rub against his ass.  “I did it?” he asked.  “It’s all in?”

            I flexed my shaft, and James spasmed with pleasure.  “All of it.”

            James looked relieved, and his breathing settled a little.  “Good.”

            Now for the real fun,” I said.  Keeping one arm wrapped around James, I moved to my closet and took out my bathrobe.

            “What are you doing?” James asked.

            “You said you wanted to be wicked,” I said.

            The robe had been designed to be big on me 55 pounds ago, so in my newly enlarged state, it just barely fit.  My arms stretched the sleeves, my shoulders and lats made it impossible to close around my chest, but it would suffice.

            “What’s happening?” James continued.

            Without explanation, I walked over to my dresser and took James’s robe out of his drawer. “Put it on,” I said.

            “Why?”

            “I feel like going for a walk.”

            “You what?”  James stiffened and started to turn pink.

            “You heard me,” I said.

            “But I thought we were staying in the room all weekend.”

            “And I thought I was only going to be 250 pounds,” I reminded him.

            “I’m naked,” James protested.

            “I gave you your robe.  We can even tie the sashes together.  You’ll be as dressed as you are when you sunbathe.”

            “But I’ll be impaled on your cock.”

            “Precisely,” I purred.

            “I don’t know,” James said

            “If you can get off of your own accord, go ahead,” I offered.  I put my arms to the side, and James just sat there, extended from my crotch.  He struggled to push himself up, but he needed his legs to hold onto my torso.  He then grabbed at my shoulders and chest for leverage, but even unflexed, my muscles were immobile.  He pulled himself up by flexing his abs, but that caused his ass to tighten around the pillar of cock inside him.  He desperately grasped around and found he could get a little purchase in my traps, but he couldn’t lift himself high enough to get entirely off my cock without my help.  James was trapped.

            In all the exertion to climb off my cock, James had pushed himself closer to orgasm.  He looked at me helplessly and said, “How about a walk around the room a few times?”

            I put my phone and my keys in my robe pocket and moved to the door.  “I’m taking this walk whether or not you put the robe on.”

            Immediately, James threw his robe on.  He took my sash and his sash, made a long rope out of them, and tied our robes as close together as he could.  I supported James’s weight with only my cock and legs.

            “You’ve got to make it look like you’re carrying me with your arms,” James pleaded.

            “Why?” I asked.

            “Or everyone will know you’re holding me up with your cock.”

            “I want them to know that,” I said.

            In an effort to make it look like James was supporting himself, he threw his arms around my neck.  I felt his beard rub against my traps and my cheek, and my cock twinged a little bit.

            “As long as you’re enjoying yourself,” James said.

            “Immensely,” I said as I opened the door.  We had to squeeze to fit through the doorway, but I had a feeling that was going to be true for most doorways for me now.

            It was a Friday afternoon, so, sadly, the dorm was rather empty.  I lumbered to the stairwell, and with James still wrapped around my body like a koala on a eucalyptus tree, I started walking down the stairs.  This would have been challenging enough with just the new thickness of my thighs.  This would have been even more challenging with the thickness of my new thighs and an erection.  I cannot overstate how challenging it was with the thickness of my new thighs, an erection, and a 210-pound man enveloping my cock.

            It was the single most erotic thing I had ever done.

            With each step lower, my ass flexed, and my cock bounced in James.  Each thud down the stair case was a thrust into my boyfriend’s talented ass.  As we got into a rhythm, James began making little moans with each footfall.

            Four flights of stairs.

            By the bottom, James was whimpering.  He was so close to orgasm that he began scratching at my back, but he couldn’t find skin through the over-stretched robe.  I had to readjust him because he was riding lower on my torso.  That caused another moan.

            At the base of the stairs, I turned to the back of the building.  We hadn’t encountered a single person, and this would be no fun if there weren’t witnesses.  At the back of the building, there was a help desk where residents of the dorm could request repairs, get a spare key, rent a vacuum cleaner—things of that nature.  It was staffed 24 hours a day.

            “No,” James said between pants and moans, trying to push me back away from the help desk.  “He’ll know we’re fucking.”  James sounded half desperate and half aroused.

            “He’ll rationalize it,” I said.

            Before we got to the help desk, I put my arms back around James’s waist.  The man behind the help desk was mindlessly scrolling through his phone when we arrived.  I recognized him as Nathan, the guy who worked most weekends.  He looked like he could use a little excitement.

            “Hello, Nathan,” I said and readjusted James.  He gripped me tighter and clenched his jaw so he wouldn’t moan.

            “Hey, Chris,” Nathan said.  “James.”

            James said nothing.

            “Don’t be rude,” I told James.  “Say hello.”

            In a very shaky and unsteady voice, James said, “Hey, Nathan.”

            “What can I do for you guys?” Nathan asked politely.

            “Just be witness,” I said.

            “I don’t understand.”

            “James here,” I flexed my cock, and James shook a little as a moan escaped him, “didn’t think I was strong enough to carry him all the way from my dorm room on the fourth floor to the help desk.”

            “This is a bet,” Nathan said.

            “More like a game,” I responded.  “I’ve been putting on some serious mass,” I continued, letting go of James to flex my left bicep.  The fabric of the robe threatened to tear, already fraying a little at the sleeves.

            “I’ve noticed,” Nathan said.  “Impressive.”

            “And because James is also big, he doubted that I could do it.”

            “You showed him,” Nathan confirmed.

            Keeping my bicep flexed, I reached into my robe pocket with my right hand to get my phone.  I held it out for Nathan and asked, “Could you take a picture of us as proof?”

            Nathan took the phone, and said, “You’re not using either arm to hold him up.”

            “Nope,” I agreed, flexing my right bicep.  The sleeve of that robe also started to fray.

            “Are you holding him up, or is he just holding on to you?” Nathan asked.

            I flexed my cock in a flurry of rapid successions.  James, nearly unable to stand it, let go of my shoulders and ran his hands across his face and through his hair in orgasmic pleasure.  I felt a warm wetness just below my pecs.

            “I’m holding him up,” I confirmed.

            Confused, Nathan took our picture and handed me back the phone.  Once it was in my pocket, he asked, “Anything else?”

            “No thanks,” I said.  “Goodbye, Nathan.”

            “Goodbye, Chris.”

            James was holding both hands over his face, trying to disappear.

            “Say goodbye, James,” I instructed.

            James said nothing, but waved goodbye over his right shoulder before putting his hand back on his face.

            With that, we began our walk back upstairs.

            Once we were out of earshot of Nathan, James said, “I came in front of Nathan.”

            “I’m so proud of you,” I said, and kissed his cheek.

            “I thought I was going to die,” James said.  “That was fucking hot.”  After a second, he added, “Never show the guys the picture.”  Then, after another brief pause, “Let’s never do that again.”

            “We’ll see how you feel once we get back to the dorm.”

            When we got to the staircase, James begged, “Take the elevator.”

            I started the climb up the stairs.  James, still in close proximity to his last orgasm, began breathing heavily as I hit each step on the way up.  I had started to get a better sense of my body, so I picked up the pace a little, causing my cock to pound the inside of James’s ass even harder.  James’s breathing grew even more deep and erratic.  By the landing on the second floor, James let out a guttural yell, and the warm spot on my chest grew.

            I didn’t relent; I picked up the pace.

            All the way up the third flight of stairs, James twisted and panted and moaned.  By the top of the flight, he was shaking and shouting.

            I picked up the pace.

            My breathing grew heavy.  Part of it was the exertion of running up four flights of stairs with all this weight, part of it was the sensations radiating through my dick as James rode me hard.  James had given up being coy and demure, and was shouting curses I didn’t even know he knew in a barrage of shakes and moans.  He grabbed my hair, the only place he could find traction, and pulled so hard I thought he was going to uproot my whole scalp.  After a few seconds of that, he fell backwards, limp, over the crest of the orgasm.

            When we got to the fourth floor, there was a small crowd of five people who had come to see why someone was shouting so loudly.  James, who was still in the afterglow, managed to say, “I really like stairs.”

            I then swaggered through the crowd, my arms as down to my sides as I could manage, and slowly made my way to my room.  When we were back in the room and the door was locked, I threw off the robes, and quickly lifted James up and down, up and down, over and over, over and over, as though he were a fleshlight and not my boyfriend.  I had worked myself up into such a lather that I needed an orgasm, and I needed one right then.

            James, seeing my need, clenched his ass for all it was worth and joined me in my thrusts.  Finally, the floodgates burst, and I exploded.  I bellowed and tightened my grip on James’s torso as an eruption of cum volcanoed out of me.  I didn’t even bother to count the number of volleys; I just knew it was more than I’d ever cum in my life.

            When I came down from the peak of ecstasy, I pulled James off my cock and placed him on the floor.

            I was about to start cleaning up, when James looked at me with those violet eyes and said, “Round two?”

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i have a feeling The security guys will have a great show to watch. and i know Dave or luke will have the chance to have the video