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On 6/18/2019 at 2:54 PM, TQuintA said:

Chapter 62

           

            The dinner was pleasant.  Mom had everyone turn off their phones while we ate so we could talk and get to know each other.  There were a few tense moments when Mom asked how I afforded everything, but her fears were quickly allayed when Dave explained, with very few fibs, how everything was paid for.  I, meanwhile, was in heaven.  It was such a relief to eat without caring what it was I was eating.  I didn’t realize how much I’d missed butter.  I’d really missed butter.  It was a liberation that I used to take for granted.  I even ordered dessert.

         

Ok you had me dead at the butter thing lol. Not gonna lie...I cheese it with vegan butter whenever I want some. Anyway, as always this story is amazing. 

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Chapter 65

            We devised a plan that crammed in as much studying as I could stomach into those two days.  Luke helped me with biochem, Dave with chem, and James with seminar.  I was on my own for calculus, but none of us were worried about that final.

            I’d go from one to the other to the other, never spending more than thirty minutes on any one subject.  When they weren’t cramming with me, the guys would leave the room so I’d have one-on-one time with my study partner.  But I didn’t want to be cooped up in my room all weekend, so we made sure to work in physical activity.  Dave held my feet for sit ups while he tested me, no small feat since my massive package kept trying to force my legs apart.  Luke and I went jogging while he quizzed me, but only after he forced me into a pair of too-tight tights so my bulge wouldn’t jostle distractingly.  James and I pumped weights in the athletic center while he grilled me, both of us impressed how that 10 extra pounds of beef had upped my personal bests.

            We also made sure to schedule in some sanity breaks.  No studying at all during meals.  A half hour in the morning for mindless video games.  A half hour in the afternoon for sunbathing. 

            A half hour in the evening for fucking.

            That Thursday night, Dave and Luke gave us the room, and James practically tore off my shirt and shoved me to the bed.

            “Someone’s feeling frisky,” I said.

            He unzipped his pants and pulled out his over nine inches.  “I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”  He sat on my abs to position himself.  “It’s like sitting on cobblestones,” he remarked.  I could feel his weight pressing down on me, but it was pleasant.  My pecs blocked most of my lower body from my sight, so with James on my torso, I could finally process in a visceral way just how far in my abs went—or just how far out my pecs jutted.  From my perspective, the bottom of James’s pecs lined up with the crest of my pecs.  Beholding my own massive majesty was starting to get me hard, but the main event was just getting started.

            James moved into a kneeling position, applied a large dollop of lube all over his cock, then raised his eyebrows, asking for the go-ahead.  When I nodded, with very little ceremony, he crammed his cock in between my pecs.  The sensation was so unlike when I pec-fucked myself.  I could feel James’s hot, hard flesh between my pecs, the wet slipperiness of it, but little friction.  So, I flexed my pecs hard and trapped his cock.  James quivered in anticipation and excitement.  He fought to pull his cock back or push it further forward, but I had him trapped.

            “You’ve proven your point,” James said.  “May I please fuck you now?”

            “So gentlemanly,” I said, and relaxed my pecs.

            Even unflexed, James could barely force his cock through the hard mountains of my nigh-impenetrable pec shelf.  After a handful of false-starts, he ended up pouring half a bottle of lube on his cock and my chest before he could get a consistent back and forth.  But once he got into a rhythm, he began bucking like a bronco.

            The look of unbridled pleasure on James’s face, the bouncing of his hairy pecs, the flexing of his abs and biceps—it was a beautiful view.  My own 18 inches rose behind him, gently poking him in the back on his downstroke.

            “You are so fucking huge,” James said.  He pressed his hands into my unyielding pec meat, not even making a dent.  “I feel like I’m fucking a superhero.  Your pecs are unreal.”

            “And they’re only going to get bigger,” I said, egging him on.

            His rhythm picked up, and I could actually feel his cockhead expand between my pecs and as his speed intensified.  I began bouncing my pecs one by one.  From the smile on his face, I could tell he was close and appreciated my contributions.

            I began bouncing them both together.  James threw his head back and let out a long string of guttural Ms.  His cock splashed cum on the bottom of my chin, and it pooled in the hollows created by my massive neck and traps.  After his orgasm, he bent down kissed me, and said, “Now it’s time to get you off.”

            This was our first time tackling this giant cock together.  James couldn’t get around the circumference with both hands, but he could get most of it, so there was hope.  James stood on the bed to try to take it up his ass, spreading his hole larger than nature intended, but my cock was too thick for him to even get the tip in.  It would require a few more weeks of homework before we could try that again.  Then he tried to open his mouth to fit the tip in, but barring some sort of jaw-altering surgery, that option was out of the question permanently. 

            Suddenly, James was inspired.  He sat on my abs, facing away from me.  He wrapped his arms around my cock and began caressing it up and own, rubbing his hairy torso all over my shaft.  He flexed his abs up and down, stretching and contracting his torso to create friction, and I felt a pleasant tingling all down my shaft.  He then began gently, tenderly, delicately kissing the heat of my engorged cock, being most careful around the puffy ridge.  He’d been careful to keep his beard away from my cock, fearing it was too sensitive.  But he slipped, and his beard scratched along the sensitive surface.  Murmuring, I twitched and rocked in pleasant electricity.

            “You like that, do you?” he said, and began kissing more passionately, interspersing licks and kisses with strokes of his beard, never letting up the stimulation of my shaft.  He was worshipping every inch of my mammoth cock, and I loved the attention.  I was getting closer and closer to orgasm, my massive balls drawing in closer to my body. 

            “I realized something,” James said in between licks and kisses.

            I was past the point where I could engage in conversation.

            “I realized just how massive your cock is.”

            My moans intensified and went down an octave.

            “Your boyfriend is hung.”  Lick.  “Your boyfriend has nine inches.”  Stroke.  “A huge cock by any standard.” Kiss.  “Big and thick.”  Stroke.  “Enough to make a porn star proud,” James kissed and licked and flexed and stroked, then continued, “And you’re twice as big as him.”

            With that, I came.  And came.  And came.  I released more jizz than I knew could fit in a human body, and then I came one last volley.  James turned around, his face a huge smile, cum dripping from his nose, lips, and beard.  “I could get used to this.”  His beauty radiated through his gorgeous smile.  “You lie back and get some sleep.  I’ll clean up.”

            The orgasm was so intense, I practically passed out.

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Chapter 66

            Friday was a virtual repeat of Thursday, monumental orgasm and all.  By the time Saturday morning came around, I actually felt mastery of the material.  I was so sure of it that I had Dave run out for an early morning shopping trip.  He came back with an incredibly stretchy pair of workout tights and a t-shirt made for a man even bigger than me so I had room to grow.  It was a chilly December morning, but I decided not to wear a jacket so I wouldn’t outgrow it.

            “We woke up confident, didn’t we?” Dave asked as the four of us walked to the cart.

            “That confident,” I said, admiring my new outfit.  It was nice to be wearing something oversized for the first time in months.

            “He’s got this cold and is going to grow and grow and grow,” James cheered.

            “Considering how much you dragged your feet, and kicked and screamed, I’m surprised you agreed to James’s plan,” Luke chimed in.

            “I was the biggest guy at a bodybuilding show,” I reminded him.  “I left huge five stations ago.  I can’t go back to normal now, even if I wanted to.  There’s a freedom in that.”

            “Amen,” Dave said.

            “Besides, James likes me big,” I added, idly flexing my pecs while stretching my arms.  James feigned a swoon.

            “That’s what I like to see,” Luke said.

            When we got to the cart, Dave stayed in line to get our food, and the rest of went to the picnic bench.  I went to sit down first, but my weight almost flipped the whole table over.

            I jumped up and backed away quickly.   Undaunted, James and Luke sat down.  Then I got on.  I could hear the wood complaining under my mass.

            “After today, I don’t think you can sit at this table anymore,” Luke commented.

            “We’ll just find a new place to sit while having breakfast,” I retorted.  “Perhaps something made of concrete or reinforced steel.”

            Then, it hit James.  His body tensed, and he said, “This is our last breakfast as a group.”

            “You’re right,” I said.  “Dave leaves tomorrow.  This is it.  This is the last day we’re a foursome.”

            Luke shook his head.  “We still have tomorrow morning.  And, no matter how famous you and Dave get, we won’t lose touch.”

            “I see someone else is a lot more confident too,” I said to Luke.  “Did you and Dave work something out?”

            Luke nodded.  “He’s getting an apartment big enough for both of us.  We’re going to call every Wednesday night and Sunday morning.  We’re going to text constantly.  Lydia suggested a wedding date that’s unlikely to interfere with his TV schedule, and it turned out to be the day after graduation.  We got my parents’ blessing over the phone, and his mother actually approves of me.  She said I’m a good match for him.  I’m moving to LA the minute after the wedding.”

            “Are you going to visit each other over the breaks?” James asked.

            “Dave wanted to, but I decided against it.”

            You decided against it?  This is an entirely new song,” I remarked

            “I also voted against Skype,” Luke’s voice grew conspiratorial.  “For you see, I have a plan.  My soccer career has ended, and I only need three piece-of-cake classes to get my degree.  That means a lot of free time.  So, I hired Charles.”

            James was in disbelief.  “You hired Kitty Cat?”

            “Yep.  Charles gave me a ridiculously reduced rate because of all the press you gave him, and he’s going to be my unquestioned lord and master until I graduate.”

            “Why would you do that to yourself?” James asked.

            “In just under a month, Charles got you to put on 18 pounds,” Luke said.  “Imagine what he can do for me in five.”  Luke flexed his arms.  “I am going to be so fucking huge for my wedding.  I may never catch up to Chris, but I’m gunning for you, James.”

            “Bring it on,” James said playfully.

            “I’m sure Dave supports this idea,” I added.

            Luke dropped his pose and leaned in to whisper.  “Dave doesn’t know, and you’re not telling him.”

            It suddenly all made sense.  “That’s why no visits and no Skype.”

            “I want his eyes to fall out of his head when he sees me in May.”  Luke saw that Dave was coming back to the table, so he put his fingers to his lips and made hushing noises.

            When Dave sat down at the table, he immediately noticed we’d fallen silent.  “Tell me the secret, or I keep all the food for myself.”

            James spoke up before I could think of a lie.  “Luke told us what he’s buying you for a wedding present.  We won’t spoil the surprise.”

            “Oh,” Dave said, a little sheepishly.  “That’s a horse of a different color,” he added as he handed out the breakfasts.

            After my first spoonful of oatmeal, I felt my mind begin to focus.  “Let’s run down the itinerary one more time,” I said.  “I want to be prepared.”

            Luke quickly swallowed a mouthful of orange juice and said, “Calculus, Biochem, break for lunch.  Chem, then seminar.  You should be done by 4 PM.”

            “At the very least, in plenty of time for our goodbye dinner tonight,” Dave said.

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Dave s gonan grow massive with Charles' help. He will nbe quite teh stud in his wedding.

And the Final test's growing has started. Criss is in for the ride of a lifetime

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Chapter 69

            The chemistry final was thankfully in the lab and not the auditorium.  I would never have fit into the chairs in the auditorium—maybe not even the accessible chair.  The chemistry building, like the biology building, had narrow hallways, so I began calling around corners just to make sure I didn’t slam into anybody when I rounded them.  My lab coat, made for a man far smaller than me, draped over my shoulders, and the sleeves threatened to tear with the smallest movement. 

            I didn’t recognize the person at the front of the room: a nervous-looking slender man barely older than me.

            “This is the chemistry final, right?” I asked.  I had so much more chest to resonate that, speaking in what I thought was a normal volume, my voice boomed.

            The nervous man stood up when he saw me.  “They told me you were a bodybuilder, but damn.”

            “This is the final, then” I asked.

            “Yeah.  I’m the professor’s new TA,” he handed me my test booklet, and I went to my desk.

            “Can I sit on the floor?” I asked.

            “You’d have to, wouldn’t you?” he said.

            I sat on the floor and put the storage bin on my lap.  My pecs and biceps were fighting for space, my shirt kept riding up, and I had to hold the pencil like I was doing surgery, but I managed to finish the first section of the test without major incident.  The material had been very basic—this final was more about the experiment than the objective portion.  The last page had a set of instructions for an experiment to run.

            I stood up and went over to the lab equipment.  Standing at the edge of the desk, my pecs jutted so far into the middle of the equipment, that were I to turn to either side, I would knock everything to the floor.  I had to stand a safe distance from the desk just to protect the lab equipment from me.

            With a sigh of resignation to my physical reality, I picked up a beaker, and it shattered in my hand.  I reflexively turned away from the breaking glass, and the shoulder seam of my lab coat burst open.

            At least I hadn’t knocked anything off the desk.

            Refusing to get frustrated or to give in, I grabbed a broom from the back of the room, but while I was sweeping up my mess, both sleeves of my lab coat ripped open.

            This was going to be a challenge. 

            More determined than ever, I headed back to the experiment.  The equipment felt like dollhouse furniture made from paper.

            I slowed my breathing, took my time, and managed to get the experiment completed with barely any time left on the clock, but it was sloppy.  I wasn’t used to maneuvering this body, and it showed.  I was a little embarrassed.

            The TA came over to my experiment with a clipboard to score my work.  His face flushed with fear when he reached a total.  “I saw what you did to that beaker.  Promise you won’t hurt me?”

            “It’s okay,” I said, gently.  “I know this was not my best work.”

            The TA closed his eyes tightly and looked down at the floor, like he was bracing for a pummeling, and said, “It’s a B.”  Then, holding his clipboard in front of his face, he added, “Don’t hurt me!”

            “A B?” I said, excitedly.

            “Yes,” he said, tentatively opening one eye and lowering the clipboard.

            “Thank you!” I said, picking him up and spinning him before I knew what I was doing.

            “Please put me down,” he said, his voice wavering.  He sounded terrified.

            “Of course.  I’m sorry,” I said and gingerly put him back on the ground.  I raced to door, came to a full stop, and twisted out of the room into the hallway.  When I saw the group of them in the hallway, I threw my arms in the air and shouted, “B!”  My lab coat couldn’t hold out any longer, and a large tear formed down the back.

            Dave collapsed, utterly relieved.  I guess he was scared that he was going to let me down.  The amazing actor he was, I never once suspected he was worried.

            James came over and tore the shreds of my lab coat off me.  He placed a hand on the small of my back and said, “Well done, Big Guy.” 

            Luke sauntered over a second later and put a hand on one of my shoulders, adding “Congrats, Big Guy.”

            I felt seismic activity rupture through my body as the rapturous lightning shot through me.  James and Luke moved further away from me as my shoulders widened even further.  I tried to look down to see what I could see, but my pecs were so huge that I was never going to see past them again.  Hell, my overhang was so large, someone could use it as shelter from the rain.  My pecs had stretched and pulled the fabric so much that the fabric was warped out of recognizability, not really even shirt-shaped anymore.  I looked at my reflection in the window at the end of the hall; my shirt had ridden up so far that six of my ten abs were on full display.  If I tried to do anything strenuous in this shirt, it would go the way of my lab coat.  I could feel the sleeves of my t-shirt roll back, my arms too mighty and massive to be contained.  The armpits and shoulders of the shirt felt ready to explode at any moment.  My tights clung to my legs and ass so tightly that I could feel each individual seam as my flesh pressed them out.

            “Looking good, buddy,” Luke said, patting my shoulder.

            “Breathtaking,” James added, rubbing his hand up and down my abs.

            Dave got back to his feet and dusted off his pants.  The weight of my chemistry final off his shoulders, he seemed himself again.  “You ready for your last final?” he asked.

            “Of course, you scheduled the hardest test for last,” I said to Luke.

            “The prof was only available in the afternoon,” Luke said, taking a defensive posture.

            “Wait for me outside, guys.  I’ll be too nervous if I know you’re right outside the door.”

            James squeezed my hand and kissed my cheek.  “Ok.  Good luck.”  With that, they went outside.

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